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bunnipuffs · 3 days ago

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୨୧ cw. cnc, mean! ellie, toxic relationship, degrading language, choking, strap use, no prep

match my freak !

it started out with those stupid little arguments you'd always have with ellie, petty behavior that you never grew out of. ellie was a busy woman—being a leader of an infamous mafia group, she usually had business to attend to everyday, some activities ending late into the night. you were spoiled, and ellie only has herself to blame. she spent thousands of dollars on you and gave her undivided attention when you first married, working from home and forced her subordinates to complete her dirty work. things were different now. ellie's patience wears thinner, and you're only getting snappier.

"i just don't understand why you can't get home early for once. your little minions can do shit for you, can't they?" you're following ellie as she shrugs off her bloodied jacket, something you're used to seeing by now, watching as she tosses it onto your bedroom floor. you're huffing out a frustrated breath before picking it up and throwing it into your laundry basket. "and you can't even fuckin' pick up after yourself, seriously, ellie?" you're walking towards her with a scowl on your face, your hand coming to meet ellie's cheek, a loud plap! at the impact. "look at me when i talk to you!"

you can see ellie swallow before she speaks, eyes completely dark with anger. "you're a fuckin' brat, you know that?" you're walking backwards, ellie walking towards you now the same way you approached her—but she was scarier, much more menacing, and you knew what she was capable of. "you have the nerve to slap me?" ellie laughs, your bottom lip trembles slightly at her expression, but you harden your stare as your back presses up against the wall. was your room always this small? "i pay for our food, paid for this house, paid for that fancy fucking lingerie you're wearing, and you still bitch and whine about shit out of my control?" you're gulping, saliva thick in your throat, almost messing up your next words. "yeah and? you chose to."

ellie scoffs, a mean smile on her face. "i guess i did," she's looking you up and down, her gaze heavy on your skin. the way she's staring at you makes you want to hide somewhere, anywhere. "but you like it huh? letting me dress you up like a slut?" you flinch at her words, suddenly too aware that you're dressed like this while ellie is dressed normally, her usual t-shirt and jeans. you weakly push at her chest, "fuck you, ellie, you're the one who bought it for me!" ellie lets out a cruel laugh, the sound of it pissing you off even more, a sweet sounding hum from her throat after. "since it was my idea or whatever bullshit you think, i can do this right?"

ellie's aggressively lifting up your lacy bra, a startled noise spilling from your lips. "what the fuck ellie?—" you can't get another word out before she's toying with your nipples, harshly tugging at them before rubbing at it with the pads of her fingertips. you're biting at your lips, so hard you're almost breaking skin, desperately trying to keep your moans inside of you—you didn't want ellie to know she was making you feel good, she didn't deserve it, but your self control dissolves when you feel her lips wrap around your bud, warm and wet, her tongue circling around your nipple. she's grazing her teeth over them, sensitive from her fingers, a whimper dragged out of you. "ellie..."

“what? gonna complain about somethin’ else now?” her voice is muffled from how close she is to your body, her eyes never leaving yours. she pulls always from your tits, “this is mine. this,” she takes a finger, lifting up the strap of your bra before letting go, the strap snapping against your skin—you wince at the impact, harsh and merciless, eyes glossy from the pain. “and this,” her hand is trailing down to your cunt, slender fingers grazing over the fabric. “all mine, got it?” you’re moaning at the stimulation, a sadistic chuckle from ellie, “you’re soaked, babe. does arguing with daddy make you all wet?” you’re shaking your head no, but ellie knows your body better than you do. she can feel it. the way you’re ruining your panties, the way she can feel you grinding down on her hands, you don’t even notice. “fuck you.” you spit, legs shaky from her teasing. “aw, fuck me?”

ellie leans in next to your ear, the hot puff of her breath against your skin, it makes you shiver. “go lay down and take off your panties.” you challenge her gaze, unrelenting and stubborn. maybe that was why ellie loved you so much, you kept things so interesting. she thrived in chaos. “and if i don’t?” her hands come up to wrap around your neck almost instantly, not tight, but a grip that has you stuttering. a reminder of what your wife was capable of. “you wanna find out?”

you bite back a rebuttal, something that was second nature to you, to fight back even when the battle was lost. but you decide to be gracious to yourself, shoving ellie away before walking over to your shared bed, pulling off your panties. you feel embarrassed when you see the wet patch—your underwear basically translucent at ellie’s toying. you toss them onto your floor the same way ellie had earlier, sitting on the edge of your bed like you were told. your thighs are tightly pressed together. the weight of ellie’s stare is impossible to ignore, you can feel the stickiness sitting down, and she isn’t helping at all. “actin’ all shy now?” she’s walking over to your closet, picking up her strap. the one she always used when you got bratty, long and thick. it got you to shut up real fast. ellie smiles when she sees you staring at it, like it was a gun. “scared?”

“i’m not.” you huff, stubborn as always. watching as ellie walks over to you. she’s sitting right next to you, picking you up with ease—you’re hovering right above her strap, the tip poking at your pussy, it already feels huge against you. you’re gulping, eyebrows furrowing at the feeling. ellie’s grinning at the worried look on your face before you can even register it, “you should be.”

you don’t have time to breathe before she’s slamming you down onto her strap, in one thrust, the painful stretch sending shivers down your spine. it’s big, and you’re completely filled in a matter of seconds. you’re screaming out a strangled, “ellie!” voice shaky and unstable, clenching around the toy—ellie can barely move, the tightness of your cunt gripping onto the strap like you needed it. “hm? what is it, huh?” ellie groans when she looks down where you’re both connected, your slick glistening on the silicone. “thought i should teach you a lesson,” she’s holding your hips, both hands keeping you together, sliding you up and down. “since you think i choose to come home late..” you’re moaning too loud, the sweet noise echoing in your bedroom. your insides hurt, but it hurts so good—and ellie knows just the way you like it. “you should work for it. you should know how hard it is to fuckin’ work, provide for some bitchy wife who doesn’t appreciate it.”

ellie’s hands stay on your hips, squeezing at the plush skin. you hadn’t noticed your eyes were closed the whole time until you open them, fluttering, locking gazes with ellie. she’s not moving you anymore. you’re cock warming her, her strap buried all the way to the hilt. the adjustment is easier now that you can breathe properly. you twitch around her, your cunt pulsing. “what?” ellie rolls her eyes, adjusting her hips—the tip rubs against your sweet spot for a second, a whimper slipping out of you. “fuck yourself, work for it for once, since i always do. i always have.” you almost tell her to fuck off, again, but you don’t. ellie wants to see you beg, see you weak and pathetic. so you slowly drag yourself up her strap, slick dripping out of you and down your toy. you can see the mess you’ve made on it when you look down.

you’re building a steady pace, moans of ellie’s name and blabbering, a mean smile on your wife’s lips. the slide is easier now, her strap thrusting in and out of you so effortless without prep. ellie can feel her heart swell a little bit, the fact that you take it—taking it until you’re sore and swollen, eyes teary and a dumb look on your face afterwards. she loves you, and this was her way of showing it. “yeah c’mon, it’s hard right? having to work for something?” you’re shaking your head, fucking yourself faster and rougher at her words. she smiles, a genuine one, “tryin’ to prove me wrong, babe?” you’re whimpering when her tip hits that spot again, an electrifying feeling rushing through your body, your cunt feels so warm and wet. “you’re gonna have to do better than that if you wanna c—“

you’re wrapping your hands around ellie’s throat, your chest filled with annoyance. it wasn’t how she held you, you tightened your grip—fingers digging into the sides of her neck, you’re leaning in close to her face. you hold back a grin when you see her eyes widen. “shut the f-fuck up, ellie.” you’re grinding down on her now, moving your hips in small circles. you’re close, abusing that spot inside of you. you can feel slick dribble out of your cunt at your own movement. “you told me to work for it, so i’m working. shut up and let me use you.” ellie laughs, strangled, her throat restricted. your eyes aren’t shut anymore, staring right back at her while you move up and down her strap. “think you can just.. hah, f-fuck, do whatever you want?” you’re bouncing on it now, the tip of her strap slamming against you—your thighs are shaking from how roughly you’re fucking yourself, your bottom half almost numb. “fuck you, ellie. you’re mine.”

plap! plap! plap! you’re whimpering uncontrollably now, your grip on ellie’s throat loosening. you slide down one more time before you’re cumming violently, pussy tightening around her, hard to slide back up with how you’re clenched around her strap. your entire body is shaking. you rock yourself back and forth, fucking yourself through your high. your breath is so shaky, coming out in fast pants, chest thrumming with how hard your heart is beating against your chest. ellie doesn’t say anything, a pink flush to her cheeks, her mouth slightly open with quiet moans falling out. your head falls into the crook of ellie’s neck, biting at her skin. “i think you complain a lot more than i do, els.”

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deesseshesca · 2 days ago

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PAC :What will his friend think of you ?

(SINGLE SINCE BIRTH - ERA ~5 )

No ... because I actually want to crash out !

PILE 1

Page swords (reverse), 5 swords, magician, 2 pentacles

His friend is going to think of y’all as an old couple. Y’all would be the dad and mom of the group. Don’t be surprised but you will often have a third wheel between y’all. I also get a feeling that this is going to be an union between the dad and the mom of each respective group. Y’all may both be the oldest sibling in y’all respective household since you are unfazed by the people surrounding you constantly. If you need to bicker which you will, it will look like two old heads going at it. Y’all know the Bambi and Druski dynamic that’s exactly y’all. You guys have so many inside jokes. You guys are only this comfortable around each other. Both, you and him have past situationship/relationships … Yet it was the first time for his friend group to see him so comfortable in public. You guys may walk around in matching pjs, which he would never have done on his own not because he found it cringy but because of some kind of social anxiety. Also social anxiety stops him from being his authentic self way too often. So to see him express emotion, be talkative and affectionate with you is actually going to warm the heart of his bros. Little do they know how comfortable he makes you feel 2. To add on that, you are a safe place for his inner child. Not holding him to the high standard which he was born in because of his role as the oldest sibling. Y’all also act like you both can’t stand each other. Bickering and all while cuddling … lol. I see his friend looking around … like : ``Are these guys serious rn?``.You guys are very vulnerable with each other and you both put a lot of effort in this relationship. Your person would never expose y’all problem in the daylight but they are not ashamed to say : `` Damm y’all wish I could stay but little mama is on her period.``, ``Shit we argued yesterday, we are cool but I need to go check on her if everything is good frl frl`` or even `` Sorry for the bad play gang, my lady is mad at me … I am scared she will block me …``.They see the effort on your part 2, coming to his games, making his lunch box, walking around with his fav snack, playing with his hair and hugging him. They really feel like you are wifey material, which is great because one of your goals in life in all seriousness is to be a MILF . They also know you are here to stay.

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PILE 2

3 swords, King wands (reverse), Magician (reverse), Knight wands (reverse)

You and your future person will take a break. No worries there no fuck up. I think this person got really scared of how deep the relationship was going and they respect and love you too much to hurt you. So they just sit you down and express their real feelings and you welcome them with no fight, letting them go. You work on yourself in the meantime. Did a lot of journaling and work on your standard & self concept. One day you will post and they will catch on after spending weeks off socials and they will run back with so much excitement. Not in the way, like : `` Damm nobody can have her but me …`` . Nah this person genuinely enjoys the chase. So they come as an evolved person. Knowing that you may be cuff or you just don't want them but they don't care because it was always supposed to be you. While all this is happening their friends are watching on the side lines. His friend will often remind him of the mistake he made by letting you go. Not in some sneaky way (me:believe me, you would be surprised how many of the friends of my situation were in my DM) but more on some real shit. They saw the happiness, joy and love that was pouring from y’all connection like sweet honey. They will probably help him get you back. Some will literally set up a christmas carol to get you back. Anyways regarding any specific thought… they think you are high maintenance. You are clingy and very sensitive. Like it matters to you the tone that he uses, the words that he uses or even the way he touches or even looks at you. You are quite an emotional woman. Is very easy for you to cry. They also think you are high maintenance, they saw their boy pay for your nails and hair more than once. They know damm well that when y’all become official, he’s going to pay for the trip and your shopping spree because of all that they will never hit on you because in their books, you are too demanding as a gf.

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PILE 3

8 wands, King wands (reverse), 7 wands, Sun (reverse)

Most of y’all reading this have a sagittarius rising. Since that came strong I decided to do my little search. Most of y’all may have a sleeper build (quite literally using their slang) or have a plus size/very curvy pear body. You know the body Doja Cat had. When she was way curvier, where she was very heavy down but less up. Also you may have big animated eyes like the character that Tim Burton wrote about. Is almost mystical. Y’all may play a sport, maybe cheer or volley. Some are runners whatever it is you are an athletic babe. Maybe you even play a more masculine sport like baseball or handball. You also have a specific feature in your face aside from your eyes that big, could be your lips or even ears. One last thing … you are a tall gyal. Minimum : 5’7,8 to even 6ft. All this to say is that your looks strike them. They also think you are a cool girl because they saw you do the first move with your future person. You were quite straightforward in what you wanted with them. They also think you are chill because even tho you have not played a boy sport, you are passionate about it so it is easy to build a connection with you. Since you share the same hobbies. You may be sharing the same soul tribe. Meaning there's a high chance that you and this person are friends rn.Y’all are just part of a big friend group which would make you sincere on the ease in which you connect with his friends. Since y’all are all friends ! I think your bff dont want y’all to be together because she knows how much you want a serious relationship and y’all know how much of a womanizer he is. How much he is afraid of commitment. I think you know why because y’all are quite close. Something to do with a father's wound. Unlike the other women, he allows you to see the boys hiding behind the mask but you don't know if he can hold up to a good relationship. Even tho he often voices that he will treat you verrrrrrrrry good. You know he can because the way he treats you is completely different (more gentle and loving) than the way he treats others. Like he treats you even better than the other girls in the group. Is giving everybody can see it but y’all. Y’all both know there's a tension and I think (looking at the cards) that you will be the first one making the move.

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ohtobeleah · 7 hours ago

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CHAMELEON IS SOOOO GOOD UGH im obsessed with this dysfunctional couple trying to be functional again! thank you so feeding us!!

i would love to see that breakfast scene btw 👀

Chameleon // Jack Abbot

“Do you still get the usual?”

It wasn't supposed to be such a loaded question. But the reality was, no. No, you didn't get the loaded avocado, with smashed pumpkin, pickled onions, tomatoes and feta on sourdough anymore. You didn't get the dish you and Jack had often shared. The meal was balanced well rounded. Filling. But you'd stopped ordering that when Jack moved out.

Now? You didn't have an order. You hadn't been to Willows since you asked for a separation. It wasn't the same without Jack.

“I'll just have whatever you're having, with a chai latte.”

But here you were. Sitting across from the love of your life, at a table set for two, feeling like the third wheel. Jack…the silence, and yourself.

“I had a pretty rough end to the shift,” It's Jack that breaks it though. He sounds tired. You recognise a little exhaustion, maybe even a hint of despair laced through his words.

“Oh, wanna talk about it?” With a scowling brow, you probe. It's not like Jack to offer up the things that trouble him for free. At the very least, he'd developed a rather frustrating habit of just not offering it to you.

“I had a guy come in who'd come off second best after being hit by a car on a run,” Jack explained as he rubbed his palms on his knees. He was sweating. Why did you look so perfect? Even after a fifteen-hour shift. “His fiancée was, rightly, devastated. But she told me they'd had one of their first big fights and he'd decided to go for a run to cool off.”

You didn't reply. The heaviness that surrounded the two of you was all that needed to be focused on. Jack sipped his long black. You stirred your Chai. Both the bacon and egg rolls that Jack had ordered for both of you were now going cold on their respective plates.

“Made me think about us,” He broke the silence again. Only this time, your heart dropped into your stomach. “How…complicated things have gotten.”

It was never meant to become out of control. The sadness, that is. Jack thought he had everything under control. He was managing. He was working. He was coping.

Until he woke up with his hands around your neck.

“I never want to experience that level of regret; that look on her face was something ripped right from a horror movie.” Jack could picture it as clear as day. He was sure he'd remember this woman's grief for years to come. The permanence of it all. The end. The ‘that's it, you can't take back what you said’ in her eyes when she realised her soon-to-be husband was dead, and the last thing she said was ‘Fine, but don't come back with an attitude still.’

It made Jack reflect…

“Makes you wonder if you'd turn back the clock, doesn't it?” You signed, picking at the crispy outer edges of the fried egg on your burger.

“Or you could have just…not left.” He didn't mean for it to sound so one-sided. Like everything had been so perfect before you walked away. Jack didn't mean to make it sound like this was your fault. It wasn't, but god, why did you have to leave?

“That's not what this is or ever was, Jack? You know why.” You replied, shock made its home across your face as you did so. Where the hell did that come from? “I'm sorry about your patient, but seriously, watch what you say to me.”

“I needed you the most and you—” Jack watched the fake reality he'd found himself surrounded by, shatter around him. He'd gotten lost in the flirtatious nature of your breakup. He thought he could repeat the cycle… But you pushed back.

“Forgave shit you would have hated me for, that's the conversation you aren't ready for yet! That's what I did.” It was clearly not the first time you'd had to remind Jack what the reality of the situation was. At least that's probably what the older lady sitting at the table adjacent to you thought. She sent you a small look of sympathy…but although intended as a gesture of kindness, it just felt like a knife to the chest.

“It wasn't that I left you when you were at your lowest, because I made sure you got proper help before I got myself help.” Jack didn't interrupt as you spoke. He simply sat across from you, thinking about how he shouldn't have opened his mouth.

“If I didn't love you and didn't want you to be a part of my life, I wouldn't be sitting here trying to figure out if this was just some half thought out attempt at an apology, or if you really are just reaching an age where critical thinking skills start to rapidly decline.”

“Sorry, I am.” Jack groaned as he ran his hands over his face. You knew he was, you could see it in his eyes when he looked at you. His soul had aged, but they were still the same eyes you fell in love with.

“You should be,” You scoffed in disbelief, although it wasn't too far out of the realm of possibility for Jack Abbot. “My god, this was a mistake.”

“I didn't mean it to sound like that,” Jack admitted with a softness in his voice. The guilt was already eating him alive. Sitting this close to you, yet so far away, was driving him wild. “I just mean, I wish things hadn't gotten so bad that you felt like leaving was the only option you had.”

“Yeah, well,” You groaned, reaching for your chai latte. The sip was heavenly. Maybe it had something to do with the fact you'd been stirring it absentmindedly for five minutes. Or maybe it was just the fact that you hadn't been to your favourite cafe since your separation. “Can't take it back now, just—think.”

The frustration in your voice was extremely difficult to hear. The last thing Jack ever wanted to do was be the cause of your pain, discomfort or anger. Yet here he was…the cause of all three.

“You don't usually like it when I do that?” Jack tried to lighten the mood. He smiled, just barely. But you saw it.

“Beats the alternative where you're just an outright jerk.” You replied. The giggle the two of you shared was as pure as your love. It was a nice moment of reprieve as the hustle and bustle of Willow's cafe filled the comfortable silence.

“I said I was sorry,” Jack smirked. His eyes never left yours. He had a way of making the world around you stop when he had you locked in a state so fierce, it nearly took away your ability to breathe.

“Yeah, you say that word a lot, actually.” It was the way you rolled your eyes that broke the stare off. The contest filled with nuance and context that others just passing by would never catch. “To the point where you'd think the definition would be easier to understand.”

Jack faked a pained chest. You laughed. He smiled softly. It was definitely a moment. It was…nice?

“You look beautiful, by the way, I haven't told you that in a while, but you look,”

“Thanks,” You accepted the compliment. “You look like you've been up for three days.”

“Bed's a lonely place.” Jack shrugged. It was the truth. Sleeping was hard at the best of times. But sleeping alone really made the voices echo.

“Might need to fix that, pops.” You teased. It was your way of telling Jack he had to keep trying. Keep fighting.

“I never should have listened to Robby.” Jack offered up as he shook his head. A mouth full of burger had him muffling his words. But you understood perfectly.

“Was he the one who told you to take your wife to breakfast and insult the shit out of her?” “I might have to tell Robinavitch to back off?”

“My wife,” Jack repeated. He heard it loud and clear. You had just referred to yourself as his wife. It sent electricity shooting through his body like he was designed just for you. “I haven't heard you say that in a long time.” That very statement alone was enough to have your heart aching inside your chest.

“I haven't felt like it in a long, long time.”

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mimimoou · 2 days ago

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Malboro Red or Gold?

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Sofia's Sister!Reader

Summary: While he's busy over Sofia. His eyes drifts to another direction. One more closer than expected.

Notes: Hold me back, tight. Can't make a new blog and not write this hottie. I added a link on Rafe's lighter cuz it looks like him sorry :(. Also, I gave Kelce a last name but it's from his actor Deion Smith for like, fic purposes.

"Uh, babe. I can't find my—" Rafe pauses by the door, his hands slackens from his pockets trying to find his cigs.

"Cancer sticks?" You asked, glancing over your shoulder. You picked both of the packets and turned towards him, holding them out. You hear him chuckle. "Red or Gold?"

"Uh, the red one. Thank you." He doesn't bother to hide his smirk as he approaches you in long strides, getting there in only a few steps. As you give him the red one, his hand grazes yours, subtle, but enough for him to feel your hands.

He opens the lid and takes one up his lips, painfully slow, his eyes remain on your face, smirking when your face twists into a frown.

"You know why they're called cancer sticks right?" You say. Crossing your arms. "Its cuz they gi—"

"Give you cancer. I know," he shrugs.

He pulls out a lighter from his back pocket, flicking it open with one hand and lighting the tip of the stick up. The smell quickly permeates in your nose, forcing a sneeze and choking back a cough.

"You smoke?" He tilts his head, nudging the pack to you.

"Ugh," you cover your nose and mouth. "They smell poisonous. You know most people who experience second hand smoking die first than the one doing it?"

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. So you should stop." He chuckles, the deep rumble of his voice coursing through the house. He tilts his head back, laughing, and walks a few steps away from you.

"Maybe, maybe, the people who usually experience second hand smoking should, I don't know, avoid being around smokers?"

"W-well," you pause, gritting your teeth. "Some, sometimes they can't just avoid smelling smoke because what if, what if the smokers are the ones close to them? I've seen a lot of those here, either the parents, or siblings, or grandparents. And so in that situation, what can you even do?"

"Mhm. You have a point."

"But seriously, you have to stop. You're filling the house with smoke, Rafe. And for your information, I'm not old enough to smoke or drink in that matter, unlike—"

You stop yourself from finishing it. Shit. What on earth possessed you to say it.

"Go on," he urges, tilting his head. He didn't look upset, so there's that. He leans against the arm of the sofa. "Unlike?"

"Uh, unlike,"

He raises his brow. The shadow of a smirk long gone.

"Unlike, unlike! John B's crew! Yeah." You sigh, imagining yourself giving you a pat on the back. "I mean, they're like what, like seventeen or eighteen? Yet they always throw these crazy parties where they get drunk, sniff and smoke and like that,"

"Uh-huh." Rafe smirks again. "So, how exactly do you know about the uh, so called 'crazy' parties my sister and John B throw, huh?"

"What?"

"Oh, you know. Just curious, how do you know their parties are actually 'crazy', your words, not mine."

"I.." You're at a loss for words. None of your business obviously! But you can't say that obviously.

"What, like everyone their age bracket doesn't know? Everyone gets invited to those, so I would obviously hear about it."

"Uh-huh."

"Yeah-huh! And why are you so nosy for what?"

"Nosy??" He laughs.

"Yeah? Like mind your own beeswax girl."

"Girl??"

"Why are you asking me so many questions! Go back outside. Sofia is probs waiting for you for forever." You roll your eyes. "Alright, alright, chill."

"Yeah. Uh-huh. Yes. I think so? No! Wait— I said I'm coming okay!" You hurriedly grabbed your shoes and raced down the stairs, almost tripping at the last step.

"Yeah, my sister's driving me so— I live near you. Yeah, I'll be there in a minute."

You groan. Despite the party just starting like an hour ago. Kate has been calling you nonstop telling you to leave already, but who the heck goes to a party early?

"Sof! We have to go!" You yell, entering the living room, but your sister was nowhere to be found.

"Sofia! I gotta go! The party's already started!" You looked around for her, your patience running very thin, she promised you she'd drive you after covering for her and RFE last time. So where was she?!

"Sofia! Sofi—"

"Your sister's not here," Rafe appears from the kitchen behind you. You frown and grit your teeth. If she's not here then where is she?

"She said it was an emergency or some kind. Left me here to chill. But I didn't know you had to go somewhere too."

"Well, my sister, who's totally gonna pay when she comes back, promised to drive me to Kate's. Remember the time she had to sneak out to you? Yeah, I covered for her, and a lot of times before that."

He throws a Dorito in his mouth before shrugging. "Your point being?"

"Now, listen to me alright."

"Yeah?" He raises his brow. Leaving the newly opened chips on the counter and making his way to the sofa behind you. "I'm listenin'"

"Okay, hear me out. Since my sister, who right now, owes me a shit ton of favors, isn't here. While you, the reason she needed a shit ton of favors from me, is,"

Rafe tilts his head, amused. He finds it entertaining how you're carefully explaining the whole expananza to him like he's an idiot. But he lets you be, given that he wants to keep on going.

You grimace.

"You understand right?"

"Uh-huh"

"So?"

"Soo?"

"Are you actually dumb? Did you trip your feet and bomb your head on the floor? Do you not get the gist of what I am saying?!"

He laughs.

He laughs. At your face.

He laughs at your face!

"I do, actually." Rafe rubs his buzzed head. "You want me to drive you to your party am I right?"

"Yes! Ugh finally! Thank you so much! Let's go, we have to go, I'm like late now." You glance at your phone.

12:30

Oh no.

"Not so fast, sunshine."

You froze, one foot mid-air outside.

"What do you mean?"

"Uhh, it's not here. How about HBO?"

"I didn't say yes did I?"

"Uh. You kind of did?"

"Did I?"

"Yes, now let's g—"

"Yep, do you guys have Netflix? I'm trying to watch that island movie—"

"W-what!? No, and—! Rafe, we have to go! Like- right now!"

"Rafe!"

"But I just don't get the hype with romance—"

"Rafe, I'm like so late rn, please I, ugh." You groan.

"That sucks."

"That sucks? Seriously? Your— okay. Wow. Cool."

He doesn't answer. Just the faint sound of the tv.

You grit your teeth and stomped in front of him.

"Look, you have a car. You have keys. You're dressed. Breathing. Mobile. C'mon just— Rafe please. I'm begging you."

His head tips back lazily. "Well, I was going to chill—"

"Chill?!" You scoff. "Y-you're literally here sitting doing nothing! This is my friend's friend's party, she's expecting me there! I need to go, please Rafe? Please, please, please!"

"What do I get?"

"Anything! Anything, I, I could cover for you, like I do with Sofia. But c'mon, we gotta go, like right now!"

"Aight, Aight. Go wait by the car. Need to find my keys."

"What, you don't keep your keys in your pockets?"

"You want to go to your party or nah?"

You roll your eyes and jog to his jeep outside. You catch a glimpse of him searching in the bowl of keys and nail clippers, then you see him disappear behind the arch walls of the kitchen.

You tap your foot impatiently on the ground.

Time check.

1:00

Fuckin—

"Rafe, what's taking so long?" You yell, standing on your tip toes to find him, he hasn't emerged since like forever after disappearing in the kitchen.

"Rafe!"

"Aight, Aight. I'm here. No need to knock your knockers off."

"Hahaha, very funny." He chuckles, opening the door for you before you launch yourself in. He follows behind as he turns the ignition on, his jeep roaring loudly in your somewhat peaceful neighborhood.

He drives away as fast as the turtles slowest speed.

"Can't you go any faster?"

"Well, I have my girlfriend's bossy sister in my car without a seatbelt who's still 'too' young to smoke or drink."

"Are you deadass."

"Yes I'm deadass. Now put on a seatbelt."

"Ugh, fine." You roll your eyes, making sure he sees you aggressively pulling on the belt and fastening it around you.

"Kay, now can we go faster?"

"Yes, ma'am," He smirks, stepping on the pedals harder. You gave yourself a victory cheer internally and a pat on the back as you see the meter run past 60.

But it doesn't stop there. It goes past 80, then 100, then 120, then so on and so forth. You gulp and grip the center console with your life as the meter runs even faster.

"Uh, Rafe. By fast, I didn't mean, deadly, car crash fast."

"What?" He yells, smirking. He doesn't hear you from the wind howling outside the car. You opted for open windows earlier ever since you smelled something funky in here months ago after he and Sofia drove you to school.

"I said we're about to crash into something!"

"I can't hear you!" He laughs as he shakes his head to you, gesturing his ears.

"Rafe, slow down!"

"I thought you wanted to go fast!" You frown, making an offended face. "I thought you can't hear me!"

"Depends on the wind!"

"What the fuck does that even mean?!" Your other hand was now gripping on the car door for dear life as he swerves the corner, making you collide with the car door.

"Rafe, we're seriously gonna die!"

"No we won't, sweetheart!"

"Rafe, I still want to go to college!" You whine, your toes curling in your shoes like that helps you.

He finally stops in front of a familiar house. You don't open your eyes as you continue gripping the car door and the center console tightly.

"And you will." He says. You hear him shuffling in his seat before you opened your eyes slowly, a heavy sigh of relief blows past your lips, which you know you've been holding.

Your grip doesn't falter as he reaches to your side. His hands resting on the seat beside your head, and the other beside your hand on the center console. His smell invades your system, his dior suavage you know all too well. He tilts in his in front of you, your noses almost touching one anothers.

"Well?"

You don't answer, just staring into the oblivion of his eyes, your actually debating if you'll poke it, or kick him in the shins.

"Well?! Well is what you're going to say after almost dying?!"

"Woah, sweetheart. Calm down."

"Be grateful I'm not here long enough to scold you. Now let me go," You grit your teeth and shove him into his seat. He accepts his defeat and raises his hands up, chuckling as he falls back into his seat. You unbuckle your seatbelt and angrily jumped down his car.

"And don't forget to drive me home too if you don't want me snitching on you."

"Yes, ma'am" He nods, amused. "I gotta go now, see you—"

The house was empty, save for a few police officers inside and your friend crying in front of them.

"Kate.. Kate!

"Hey, don't go in there." Rafe whisper-yells behind you. You hear him exit the car and jogging behind you. "Look like party and kids don't agree that much."

"I ha-have to go, Kate—"

"Kate's gonna drag you down with her if you show your face in there. We have to go." He holds you by your arm, trying to drag you back his car.

"But Ka—"

"Now." Your lower lips tremble, you've never seen police this close before, not that you were scared of them, but the thought of being arrested sends shivers down your spine. Especially when the party that was busted was the party you were supposed to go. What would've happened if you got there much earlier? Would you be at the station right now? Your parents and your sister with you too to bail you out? You sigh, not knowing if it's of relief or worry, maybe a little bit of both.

"You okay?" Rafe cuts through your train of thought. You contemplate whether to lie or just keep your mouth shuts. You chose the latter.

Rafe drives more slower, he stops beside a convenience store and opens the windows. He unbuckles his seatbelt and faces you.

"Hey," He says, almost too gentle for him.

"Hey.." He says it again, this time, he reaches for your face, cupping your cheeks in his abnormally large hands, they cover the whole of your cheeks. "Hey, look at me, look at me."

Your lip trembles again, but you shift your eyes up to him. "Don't think about it alright? None of those concerns you. Your friend will be okay, I know her parents, they won't arrest her, and even if they will—"

"They will!?" You sob.

"No, no! No they won't! It's just some dumb party okay? Maybe, maybe a neighbor called on them cuz they were being too loud, just normal shit okay?"

You were full on sobbing, you were scared of the police, the thought of them sends another shiver down your spine.

"I wore— my—my new clo—clothes b—because I thought—" You inhale, almost annoyed that you couldn't speak clearly. You sob even more when you remember Kate's face from earlier.

"Hey, It's alright, it's alright." He gently strokes your hair, drawing circles on your back as he hugs you, you face unintentionally settles beside his neck, his smell fills your nose and you continue to cry.

"My— my outfit— I— I can't— even—" You exhale, bawling your eyes out. "I dre—dressed myself— I wanted t— to wear these— I" You wail into his neck, your tears staining his polo. Your hands took a grip on his biceps, his muscles making your hand look miniscule next to it.

"I swear— all Kate do—does is get us in trouble. I'm— so ki—killing her when this is— done."

Rafe nods along, trying to stop himself from laughing, and so he just appears to be smirking among prying eyes.

"Uh-huh,"

"Ye-yeah, I'm gonna wreck— her so, so— so much— she's gonna—" no matter how much you've stopped crying, your sobbing spasms didn't seem to be done with you. Rafe moves you into his lap discreetly while you remained in a hiccup cycle, to busy crying and bawling your eyes out.

He smiled smugly to himself, positioning your legs so it rests on top of the center console.

After what seemed like an eternity, you eventually calmed down. Slumping on Rafe's chest with your eyes staring into space. You can't help but worry about Kate, the police won't usually raid a party full of teens except when there's like drugs and whatsoever.

"You hungry?" Rafe's chest rumbles as he asks you. "I don't know.."

"You don't know if you're hungry?"

"I don't kno—"

"Yep, you don't know." He clicked his tongue while poking the inside of his cheek.

"C'mon." He opens the car door on his side, his right arm loops around your waist, scooping you up and carrying you outside. When you guys land on the ground, he gently lowered you to the ground, steadying you before letting you go, almost hesitantly.

You watch him as he reaches for his wallet inside, stuffing it in his pockets along with his keys, he grabs your bag along too, holding it on the bottom and letting the straps fall.

"I'm not hungry."

He doesn't say anything when he closes the car door with a quiet click. He doesn't say anything when he hovers his hand on the small of your back, guiding you across the parking lot. He doesn't say anything when he opens the store's door when you guys enter, the mixed smell of ramen and cancer sticks permeates around you.

You cover your nose and mouth, an involuntary cough tears through you. Rafe glances down to you then he reaches to his pockets. He finds his handkerchief and hands it to you to which you quickly grabbed and covered your nose with.

"Thank you," you say, eyes scanning the shelves without pause. Your fingers skim over the freezer, trying to find your usual flavor.

You slide open the freezer and grab your fav, walking over to Rafe who the clerk was passing a new pack of cigarettes to. You frown, but don't say anything, handing him the icecream before flying into your own world of window shopping across the isles.

As much as you want to stop Rafe from buying the cigarettes, who would pay for the icecream when he decides to actually get upset and ditch you? So you wander along the isles. Distracting yourself from imagining his blacking lungs.

The store was mostly empty, save for the cashier and the drunk hobo outside. Rafe finds you quickly, sitting on one of the tall counters. He sits beside you, sliding the new pack of cigarettes in his pockets. But before you could lay your fingers on the icecream, he grabs it and opens the packaging, then he holds the icecream on front of you.

You throw him a questioning eyebrow.

"Want me to eat it then?" He flicks the icecream to you when you didn't take it.

You roll your eyes and take it from him, hid hand brushing yours once again.

The both of you settle in a weirdly comfortable silence, with him staring into the horizon outside and you licking the icecream, contented.

You look at your half eaten icecream, debating whether to say something. What would you even say? The embarrassment was slowly dawning on you. The loud, shameless bawling, the nonstop sobbing spasms, and don't forget you sat on his lap.

You bite your lip, shame stirring in your stomach. You were about to say sum when he overtakes you first. You almost sigh in relief that he does.

"Still want to party or nah?" Your eyes widen as you look up to him. Even when sitting down he was tall, huge.

"You're going to a party?"

"Well," he clicks his tongue. "I actually planned on skipping since your sister wanted a movie night, but, uh, I'm flexible."

"Really?! Who's party is it?" He chuckles as you bounce on your chair. "Don't get too excited. It's Kelce's, his parents are out for a while so he wanted to 'take' advantage of it."

"Kelce?! Like the Kelce Smith? What the he—" you stop yourself, biting your tongue.

"What? You scared to cuss of some shit?"

"Uh, no. It's actually bad to so like—"

"Uh-huh burns your lungs, aight, aight."

"What— ugh, you idiot." You roll your eyes.

"So, you game?"

"Uh, yeah, I so am. I don't want to waste this outfit I worked so hard on."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. Had to like take more shifts than usual for the shipping,"

He nods along as you yap about your outfit. A grin decorating his lips.

"Well— let's go!" You yell, making eye contact with the clerk who gave you a mom look to shut up, you wince and mouth her a sorry before standing up and dragging Rafe by his arm.

#rafe cameron x reader #rafe x reader #rafe cameron x pogue!reader #rafe cameron #rafe #obx #obx x reader #rafe cameron fanfiction #outerbanks rafe #rafe obx #rafe cameron fic

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returnofeternity · 20 hours ago

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grow a garden has also been my addiction lately:)) every time I play I always think of modern au teen!Lottie playing, that and I have an in-game pet deer so when I see them my mind just goes “LOTTIEEEE” automatically. I think she probably would have enjoyed playing cozy farming games, or just games with farming features in general (Minecraft, stardew valley and animal crossing I’m looking at you)

DUDE ME TOO. i just hit 2b coins 😎

the concept of dating lottie and being friends with her on roblox....having each other in the bio too. <3

she doesnt mess around on it. she only has roblox installed on her phone just so she can have it open when she cant be on the puter 😭 it's ur own PC you bought with your money too but she kicks you off because it's easier to play on it 😒

shes kind of like a mansplainer when she talks to you about it...😭 especially if you don't get it. tells you how to plant correctly and what the best seeds are because ur NOT doing it correctly ofc >_> but she's suchhh a good gf and gives you those frozen candy blossoms and a bunchhh of freebies so you can gain coins 😊 its so cute seeing her avatar jump toward you 💗 and she will constantly rejoin games until your farm is next to hers!!

and i know her farm is PERFECT. she has everything so organized and it doesn't even feel cluttered even though there's like hundreds of plants. she came crying to you when someone used their robux to steal one of her crops too 😭 was so butthurt and reported them and everything. you tried to give her one of your strawberries to make her feel better </3

kinda like a guard dog and tells off 'noobs' who wanna scam you by trading dog shit items lmfao.

she would LOVE to make a stardew farm with you omfg are you kidding???!!!! she spends ages planning out the name and what theme she wants to do!! she takes the farm life very seriously.

and i know charlotte matthews takes character customization seriously as well.

laughing just thinking about lottie telling you how much she hates cheaters in the game but you find out that she has mods installed to make the game easier 😭

lottie who likes to game next to you <33 always brings her computer to where you are and resumes gaming. she loves showing off her work to you and just likes you being near her while she's basically silent for hours just farming n shit. its ur bonding time <3 thinking of things like hugging her from behind on the bed while she builds your Minecraft house bc you suck at building ❤️ lottie who facetimes you while you're at work or in class because she needs your help deciding what to do or build next ❤️

she likes to leave little presents for you to find when you get on too!! she leaves flowers in your chests, spells out "i love you" using your favorite Minecraft blocks, gives you her extra diamonds, steals one of your sheep, leaves a sign on your door that says "gay."

think she's so the type to feel bad about abandoning her villagers 😭 it's been months since she's used her switch for anything other than Mario kart, and she wont even boot up animal crossing because she'll feel even worse for seeing them after neglecting them for so long lmfaooo.

thinking about lottie who has her own lil fashion business on roblox.... she makes her own clothes and shit!!!! she shows you her sketches for new ideas and it's so cute :( she's almost a robux millionaire

#jagged-stag #lottie matthews thoughts 💭#lottie matthews x reader #© returnofeternity

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cinnamon7girl7 · 2 days ago

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"THROUGH THE SILENCE, I WILL RETURN TO YOU – PART 3."

♡ — Summary: I thought I had it all — Satoru’s love, Megumi’s warmth, and Suguru’s trust. But even the strongest love can break when truth hides behind silence. One betrayal changes everything; pain drives them apart, yet memories and a love still alive won’t let them go. Now, Satoru fights for a second chance, and she must decide if, after all the hurt, love is still worth it. ♡ — Author's note: This is the third part of this story. I recommend reading the first two chapters (one and two) so it makes more sense. I've already started writing the second epilogue, which I’ll post once the main story is finished. Without further ado, here’s the next one. Enjoy!

Chapter 3: The Truth on Your Lips

The sky was covered with clouds when you went out to look for Megumi. You didn't know why, but everything felt different. The wind blew with a sadness that seemed to reflect what you had inside. Something told you that today was going to hurt.

For days, Megumi's words had been spinning in your mind:

"Why don’t Satoru and Suguru look at you when you talk to them?"

At first, you didn't pay much attention. You thought it was just his imagination or a child’s joke... but you were wrong.

That same day, you saw Satoru talking to Suguru in a low voice. When you approached, both of them fell silent. They smiled at you, yes, but it wasn't the warm smile you were used to. It was forced, uncomfortable.

It hurt.

—"Is everything okay?" you asked.

—"Yes, love," Satoru answered quickly. Too quickly.

Suguru didn't even look at you. He just mumbled something about needing to leave and disappeared.

That night, when you lay down, he hugged you like always. But you couldn't sleep. You remembered so many beautiful moments with him.

When they first took care of Megumi together when he was sick.

When Megumi found you both asleep on the couch and snuggled up with you.

The afternoons when Satoru cooked with you, flour on his face and love in his eyes.

His voice when he would say, "My home is you."

But now... now you felt out of place in your own home.

The next morning, you confronted him.

—"Satoru," you said firmly. "We need to talk about something I've been feeling for a long time."

He blinked, nervous.

—"What do you mean, love? Did something happen to Megumi?" he said, trying to change the subject.

—"You know exactly what I mean, Satoru. What's going on with you and Suguru? Why is it that every time I ask you something, you don't look me in the eyes? What are you hiding from me?"

Satoru lowered his gaze. He never did that. He always looked you in the eyes. Always.

That silence shouted everything.

—"I can't tell you," he murmured.

—"Why?" you raised your voice a little.

—"It's better if you don't know," he said in a desperate tone. "But everything will be fine, don’t worry, love. How about you go shopping? Take the card, buy whatever you want, have fun." He extended his American Express card.

And then, you saw red.

—"Are you seriously trying to buy me with your money?" you shouted, offended. "I just want you to tell me what's going on with you. You've been acting so strange for months. I tried not to say anything for the sake of our family, but I can't anymore. Tell me the truth."

—"Love, please don't complicate things more. Just accept it," he said, giving you his best convincing look.

He came closer, but you took a step back.

—"I can't trust you if you don’t trust me, Satoru."

And then, his voice broke.

—"It's complicated... I can't... tell you."

—"It's fine, I see you don't trust me," you said, turning to go to your shared bedroom. "I think I need some space... I'm going to a hotel to think things through. Don't worry, I'll take Megumi with me so you don't have to lie to him either," you said, walking away.

—"...The Gojo clan is forcing me to marry someone," he whispered. "I've been attending their meetings to get them off our backs, but I promise I wasn’t going to do it. I just wanted them to leave us alone, and that was the only way I could think of to make them stop,"—he said, trying to justify himself.—"But please don’t leave. Don’t leave me. I know what I did was wrong. I shouldn’t have hidden it from you."

When he said all that, you stopped walking. It felt like a punch to the stomach. You realized that all the meetings where he came back tired or upset were because of that. It hurt that he hadn't trusted you. For all these years, you had trusted him blindly, and you thought it was the same for him.

You felt like a stranger with Satoru. You didn’t know what was true or a lie anymore. You felt the crack between you and him growing wider. You didn’t want this to happen. Satoru was one of your reasons for living, along with Megumi, and you didn’t want something so hard to build to be destroyed so easily.

But it was already too late.

—"I can’t... do this right now," you said, trying to stifle a sob. "I need time to think things through."

—"No... please, don’t leave... forgive me, please."

—"Understand that I can’t trust you."

Satoru fell to his knees.

—"Please... don’t leave me. I can't imagine my life without you... without us... without Megumi."

But you were already in your room, your soul shattered and your heart in pieces.

The sound of the door closing resonated like thunder inside the house.

Satoru didn’t move. He stayed on his knees, hands covering his face, as if he could erase the pain. As if he could change what had just happened

The house was silent. All that could be heard was the echo of your heavy breathing as you walked down the stairs, suitcase in hand. Every step hurt. Every step felt like a betrayal to yourself, but you knew there was no other option.

As you walked, memories crashed into your mind with force.

The time Satoru took you to the lake just to watch the stars and tell you that in another life, he would choose you again.

The times when he listened to you in silence, complicit, knowing what you felt without you saying a word.

The time Megumi ran to you shouting, "Mom!" for the first time, and Satoru cried more than you.

It was all falling apart.

Satoru got up, stumbling, and went after you.

—"Love, wait! Please, just listen to me! Give me a chance to explain everything!"

You didn’t turn around.

—"Explain? Now? After lying to me for so long?"

You turned, finally, and looked him straight in the eyes. His were red, broken.

—"It's not just about what you did..." —you said, your voice low, broken—. "It's about what you chose not to tell me."

—"It was to protect you... you know better than anyone what they would do just to force me..." he repeated, almost in a whisper.

—"You weren’t protecting me, Satoru! You didn’t love me enough to trust me!"

Your voice cracked. The tears were already running, unstoppable.

He tried to hug you, but you took a step back.

—"No," you murmured. "I can’t keep going like this. I can’t love with fear. I can’t live waiting for the next lie. I don’t know if I can keep trusting you."

Satoru stood still.

—"Is this the end?" he whispered.

—"This…" —you took a breath, swallowing your sob—. "This is a pause. For me. Because if I stay... we’ll end up hating each other."

And without saying another word, you turned around and left.

The door slammed behind you. And in that instant, Satoru collapsed once again on the floor, his face covered in tears, not knowing how to fix the situation, whispering your name over and over. He remembered every moment when you asked if he was okay or if he needed help.

Suddenly, his phone started ringing. Reluctantly, he answered.

—"Good afternoon, Mr. Gojo, we are calling to inform you that the jewel you requested is ready."

Satoru felt worse when he saw the contact name on the call. It was from the jewelry store, where he had ordered a beautiful ring with which he was going to propose to you.

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sweetverine · 1 day ago

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hi! can i request a logan x reader angst, where him and reader are together but hes still like really close to jean, him and reader would argue alot and one day after a big arguement the next day logan cant find reader anywhere (make it heavy angst with a happy ending, a girl needs her daily dose of angst😔)

you, always | logan howlett.

warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, jealousy, pet names (baby & princess)

a/n : hi :3 i hope i've done justice to your request 😭 it was fun to write!!! as always english isn't my first language so if anything's wrong please let me know! also, i had trilogy!lo in mind. I really wanted to write something for trilogy Logan this week and this came up!!!

It wasn't the first time Logan had done this. Saying something and then not following through on it at all.

You didn't want to seem insecure around him, but… and at the time you first noticed it, You felt insecure about her. You couldn't help but feel threatened, leading you to have a conversation with him, who understood the situation—given his past affair with her— and assured you he has no feelings towards her. You didn't doubt his word at first, no, of course not. But now, he seemed to do it on purpose. Why did he seem to be getting closer and closer to her?

What's so funny about her? Why did he need to spend so much time with her? What made her so special? Is it her hair or her powers? Ororo used to listen to these questions too much these last week's. You really didn't understand.

Oh, Another thing that became frequent, bad mood on both sides and being annoyed by the sightless thing.

in bed when Logan decided to show up, it was late, and you were waiting for him. You looked up, meeting his regretful gaze, already knowing your next words before they came out of your mouth, he closed the bedroom door as he threw off his jacket, he was sweating and agitated.

“where were you?” Your question echoes around the room.

“I was training with Jean.” Logan answered, walking to the bed, towards you.

Your face changed, a serious expression taking over your features. It was impossible to hide it, after having discussed it so many times. Today you had seen them together all day, at lunch, laughing with each other, helping with the dishes, and now working out together? Today Logan only spent the morning with you, these situations made your heart ache.

you felt left out, Logan is spending way more time than he should with her.

“How did it go?” your voice, sharp, returning your gaze to the book.

He noticed your sudden seriousness and ran a hand over his face, wiping away the sweat and drying it on his jeans.

“Don't even start.” Logan looked at you, also with a serious face.

“I didn't say anything, Logan” you lift your gaze from your book, a slightly annoyed tone as you speak.

“You're already like this, can you tell me what's wrong? You've been like this lately.” at this, you looked at Logan with a complete frown.

“What did you say? What do you mean, what's wrong with me? I don't know. Could you tell Jean to just read my mind? I mean, these days you two seem like the best of friends.” you were too angry, watching as his face began to turn into one of annoyance.

Logan ran a hand down his face, frustrated, and sat at the edge of the bed.

“I don’t get why we keep going in circles every time you see her near me.”

His voice sounded tired—drained even—but not angry. Not yet.

“Because it’s not just ‘seeing her near you’, Logan. It’s watching you two laugh, whisper, share things—like the world disappears when she’s around.”

Your voice trembled at the end. Not with rage, but that kind of sadness that sinks heavy in your chest.

He looked at you, hurt. “I don’t look at her like I used to.”

“Then look at me!” The words burst out before you could stop them.

“Look at me the way you look at her. With ease. Like it’s natural.”

“That’s not fair.”

“Isn’t it?” you said, bitterly. “When was the last time you talked to me like that? When was the last time you laughed with me like that? When was the last time you chose me without me having to remind you that I’m even here?”

“I’m here now.”

“Yeah,” you scoffed, wiping at your eyes, “after spending the entire day with her.” Your voice cracked.

“I don’t even know if you love me… or if you’re only with me because she never wanted you.”

The words hit him like a slap, you saw his shoulders tensed, and he stood up suddenly like you’d physically struck him.

“Don’t say that.” His voice was low, gravelly with restrained anger.

“Don’t say that because you have no idea how hard it is for me to be here… to try. I am trying. I’ve left so much behind, I’ve given everything I could to build something real with you, but it’s never enough, is it?”

“Do you want to know why?” Tears welled in your eyes, but you didn’t look away.

“Because I don’t want to compete with her, Logan. I shouldn’t have to compete for the man I love.”

Silence reigned in the room. He headed to the bathroom, slamming the door, you closed the book and you turned off the nightlight. you buried your face in your pillow, letting your tears spill in peace, The sadness was heavy in your chest, and you weren't able to fight it with anything but crying. just letting it go.

You continued like this until sleep took care of you, Dreams began to appear and the hours continued to pass, Logan slept next to you, without hugging you as he always did, No arms around your waist. No warmth pressed against your back. Just the cold space between two people who loved each other too much to stop fighting.

Even when the sun illuminated the bed, your great sadness persisted, embraced in your chest, not wanting to let you go yet. You had to clear your mind, you ignored Logan's snoring and changed your clothes into something more suitable, washed your face and escaped from the room without making much noise.

The forest air really refreshes your mind, and it always does in a wonderful way. Walking through the trees and stepping on the earth is truly healing. Your thoughts wandered to Logan and Jean, In the intimacy of your friendship, You wonder if she will always have his heart, did he really give his to you as you gave it to him? with trust? full of love?

Tears return to your swollen eyes, spilling out again. You felt ridiculous next to her; she was so... different from you. But she had Scott, right? Why would she want your Logan? She's happy with Scott, right? thoughts took over you.

You walked toward a specific rock, hugging your knees and resting your head on your forearms. Closing your eyes, you listened to the sounds of the trees, the leaves rustling against each other, the breeze blowing through your hair and clothes. Your mind in silence, truly resting from the situation, forgetting for a few minutes and breathing fresh air.

You are calmer now. You felt the sadness lifting off of you, slowly getting lost in the trees and the singing birds. you thought more lucidly.

And without realizing it, it got later and later, you walked slowly back to the mansion, enjoying the forest once again. You should go there more often, you thought to yourself as you opened the door, finding Logan, with a worried face, bouncing his knee over and over again.

“Where the fuck were you?” Logan took you by the shoulders and then touched your face, analyzing you and even wrinkling his nose, smelling your clothes.

“needed to clear my head.” you said, weirded out about this attitude.

“I was looking for you all morning, you didn't have your phone. I looked for you everywhere." His eyes searched yours, You could feel how relieved he was, you never thought you would see him so worried.

“sorry—I didn't mean to cause a scene.” You started, lowering your head.

“I'm sorry.” You could clearly hear those words coming out of his mouth. His gaze was still fixed on you.

“I acted like a dick yesterday, i know i’ve been messing this up. I know I’ve been careless. But I never meant to make you feel like you come second to anyone, especially not to Jean. I swear to you, there’s nothing there anymore. I just... I didn’t think. I didn’t realize how much it was hurting you.” You could see his vulnerability, how real he was with you, how his hands unconsciously squeezed your shoulders.

You were speechless, your hands touching his chest, throwing yourself into his arms, letting them surround you. Your heart beat right along with his. “I felt... too jealous. the thought that that... you were really with me because she... didn't want you, you know..”

Logan hugged you tightly but at your words, he frowned.

“Fuck baby, No. Never.” He whispered, Really confused, why would you think that? He would never use his girl.

“I wanted to feel truly chosen.” your hands clinging into him.

“There were never any other options, princess. It was always you.”

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magicaloneandmystery · 2 days ago

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random rockstar!Bucky headcanons I have

pairing: rockstar!Bucky Barnes x female!reader

warnings: mdni. smut, fingering, unprotected piv [be safe out there, folks], d/s relationship, pet names (baby, slut, whore, princess), oral (f and m receiving), choking, dacryphilia, public sex, aftercare

a/n: the PG-13 part can be found here. this is pure filth. seriously. with a little bit of softness mixed in it. enjoy!

my rockstar!Bucky obsession continues. I was so disappointed to find there are not enough fics for this ship but if you have ANY recommendations, thoughts, or ideas, do send them my way!

Bucky was on top of the world. sold out tour, booked for interviews and red carpet appearances for months in advance, trending on the internet every time he so much so as breathes in public. needless to say, he was an arrogant man.

it didn't help that he was a god in bed. fucking almost any one he found attractive - because who would say no to Bucky Barnes? - he had a ton of experience in all kinds of things. fucking? fingering? giving head? all of it.

basically, he was a mean dom. he knew what he was doing, and that fuelled his escapades to get a little... arrogant. and rough.

the ladies loved it, he realised after some time.

you absolutely worshipped it.

the first time you hooked up was in his dressing room post concert, when he had saved you from his security. how could he let his guards throw out such a pretty little thing?

you were star struck and when he started flirting with you, roaming his hands all over your waist, back, and thighs, you were ready to jump his bones.

"you want me to fuck you, baby?" he cooed.

you whined, nodding and tugging him closer by his tank top. you looked up at his eyes, darker than you thought they'd be, intensely staring down at your body.

"yeah? is that why you had to break in? to get a good rail, like the little slut you are?" his filthy words sent heat down your core, your thighs clenching. he noticed. "get on the couch, let's see how wet you are for me."

Bucky loves to make you cum. he would use his tongue to taste you, groaning against your pussy about how tasty you are. the vibrations would send you closer to the edge every time.

then, he would use his fingers. he would be on you, one of his hands fucking you while the other wrapped around your throat. he would mutter filthy words in your ear, his fingers tightening around your throat.

"yeah, you like that? sluts like you just need to be filled up, don't you? your pussy is so tight around me, you think my cock will fit?"

he has a sixth sense about your impending orgasm. right before the coil in your stomach would snap, he would really tighten his hold, cutting off the airflow from your lungs. it only served to make you scream in pleasure louder.

he wouldn't go easy on you even when you had cum more than a couple of times. he loved to see you cry, especially around his cock.

the tears were streaming down your face, the hard thrusts of Bucky's cock in and out of your mouth making you gag and choke on his cock.

"take it, whore. you know you love it," he groaned from above you, hands in your hair, using them to move your face however he wanted. "you want my cum? beg for it." he released you.

you gasped, wiping some of the tears from your cheeks. "please, James, give me your cum. I want it, I need it. I'll not let a single drop go to waste."

he let out a grunt, slapping your face with his cock. "since you asked so nicely, slut..." and he would resume his thrusts, fucking your face and getting off on your gags.

and when he was inside you?

that feeling never got old.

Bucky wasn't a man of patience, so he would rarely let you accommodate his length and girth. apart from the first time, when he slowly inched inside you, letting you feel all of him, he has rarely ever been slow with you.

he loved those positions where he could see your face, look into your eyes, and see the pleasure he was giving to you contort your face.

occasionally, he also loved doggystyle, slapping your ass constantly and scratching your back whenever he wanted.

over the course of your relationship though, going from fuck buddies to something more, something deeper, he has also developed a liking for holding your hands while he's fucking into you.

he would grip your wrists, pulling your hands above your bodies so you couldn't touch him, at first.

now, he would take your hand, lace your fingers together while his cock thrusted deep in you, rubbing your g spot every time.

he realised after a few months that he loved the feel of your hands roaming all over him. so, he broke one of his rules, and let you scratch and bite him wherever you wanted.

usually, he would tie or hold back the hands of the girls he would fuck, not letting them touch his skin. not with you.

(that should probably have been the first clue that you were not just any girl, but he was an idiot and needed another year to come to that conclusion.)

his band mates, PR team, and even tour crew are tired of catching the two of you fucking anywhere and everywhere.

dressing rooms, vanity vans, car backseats, bar alleys, even alleys near red carpets, the two of you just can't seem to keep your hands off each other. or mouths and pussy and dick.

even the paparazzi has gotten a few shots of his hands up your shirt and yours down his hands in a public pool.

yeah, his PR team is very much done with him.

it's a good thing he pays them well.

finally, he's the king of aftercare.

as rough and mean he is during sex, he's just as soft afterwards.

both of you let out soft moans as he pulled out of you. he kissed your forehead, brushing away some of the hair sticking to your face.

"you okay, princess?" he asked, slowly getting up to clean himself with a washcloth. "it was to too much, was it?"

"no, Bucky, it was perfect," you snuggled deeper into his blankets, the hotel sheets smelling like liquid detergent and Bucky's cologne. you wondered if tonight was one of the nights he would let you stay with him. those were increasing in frequency lately.

he came back from the washroom with another damp cloth, gently cleaning you up.

"what do you wanna do, baby?" he massaged your thighs once he was done,‌ pulling a content sigh out of you.

"first, I wanna pee," you said, missing the warmth of his body. "how about a movie? you choose."

"you finally letting me choose something to watch?" he smirked.

"I better not regret it, Barnes."

"I wouldn't dare to disappoint my princess."

well. that was that. what did you think? I would love to hear from all of you! likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated <3

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sirfrogsworth · 7 hours ago

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Clinging to sanity

Summary of this post...

My brain is broken. My A/C is broken. My phone is broken. My computer is broken. My support system is broken. My financial stability is broken. My family is broken.

And the big finale...

Please give Froggie a Yelp review to repair his relationship with his estranged uncles.

Seriously, I need a whole bunch of you to say nice things about me in a convoluted plan to get back the money my brother stole from my dying father.

If you don't feel like reading all of my broken stuff and just want to read about giving me a good review as a person, you can skip to the bullet point list at the end.

Alright, here we go...

I sometimes get in these states where I feel like my sanity is compromised. My mental defenses are minimal and I lose the filter on my brain that tells me "this is a good idea" or "this is a bad idea."

This causes me to say embarrassing things. I overshare with strangers. I keep myself from falling asleep because I have some amazing idea. But when I wake up in the morning I can't believe I lost all of that sleep for such a ridiculous idea. I write weird posts that no one likes. Or I post about controversial subjects like A.I. and trans people and RFK Jr. that I *know* will result in contentious feedback.

And my insane brain says, "You can handle it! Besides, you are so factually correct about this, no one will dare question your meticulous research. IT'S ALL GOOD! SEND IT, YOLO!"

I have a rule. If I am not emotionally or mentally prepared to defend my point of view on a controversial subject, I should wait until I am ready to publish.

Insane Froggie Brain ignores this rule.

After I "send it" and the negative feedback starts to flow in (even though I was assured by my brain it wouldn't), I become afraid to look at messages and replies and reblogs. And a lot of times I need that sense of community. I need to talk to my cool little community so I don't feel lonely. But Insane Froggie Brain cuts me off from that. I give myself all of this anxiety that could have been avoided by just posting another time.

And because I have no emotional defenses, that anxiety is amplified. Mean comments hurt much more. I obsess over them and my OCD causes thought feedback loops where I cannot get something out of my brain. I once couldn't sleep for a weekend because someone said I was wrong about how light reflects off the moon. They were right and I was also right but they said I was "misleading." And that just lived in my brain for days. I kept trying to think of new ways to better explain my point of view. I used up energy I didn't really have to take pictures of a baseball in a dark closet.

It was silly. It didn't matter. It was just a small disagreement. But OCD doesn't do small. OCD makes everything BIG.

What I'm trying to say is...

People need their emotional defenses.

People need their filters.

It's weird because I still have full access to my logical brain. So sane thoughts get all mixed in with the less sane ones. Sometimes I am self aware and can shut down the less sane ideas. Other times I am oblivious. And I *hate* losing control of my brain in any way. It's one of the reasons I've never touched alcohol. Which is why I get very disturbed when this happens.

I remember one time I was positive I was going to move to Florida and start a pet photography business. I had an entire business plan worked out where I trained people how to take the photos so the business could run itself if I got sick. I made an entire PowerPoint presentation to show Katrina so she would be my business partner. I was looking up rent prices for office space. I was making equipment lists for camera gear. She was going on a trip so she told me I could talk to her about it when she returned. And I am so lucky she wasn't available at the time.

Maybe if I had a normal person's energy, I could make something like that work. But once I returned to sanity, I realized it was orders of magnitude more complicated than anything I was actually capable of doing. I am still planning to do pet photography, but I have to come up with a more reasonable plan that does not involve Insane Froggie Brain.

I think it is just my ambitious mind trying to escape. Chronic illness is often heartbreaking because you have to temper all of your ambitions. And it is especially devastating when you are a very ambitious person, as I am.

I want to have all of these big ideas. But I have to filter them through reality. And when that filter is broken, I just unleash big ideas on all my friends. I once even held an official video chat meeting and we took notes and made plans. And I feel so guilty I wasted 4 people's time like that. None of those ideas happened. They had no chance of happening with my energy levels. But my friends and collaborators still did the meeting and nodded along like everything was fine. I appreciate them humoring me.

I also overshare. I overshare normally, but when I get like this I OVER SHARE. You are probably going to witness it in this very post. But I tell everyone everything about what is going on. I tell strangers. I tell a dog walking by.

"Hey doggie, my testosterone is returning and I'm struggling with having a libido again. I know most people would not complain, but it is very disruptive to my day! I have other things I want to do!"

Right now I am just not confident in anything I think or do. I wrote a post about social constructs yesterday. That literally took me all day to write. I was endlessly tweaking it and I thought it was going to be viral and helpful and win the trans debate for everyone.

It currently has 49 notes.

I'm afraid I did not fix trans rights.

Sorry about that.

And my rant about Christopher Nolan using IMAX is doing pretty well. I nerded out about film grain for like 2 paragraphs and it is getting way more notes than a philosophical perspective on constructs.

I just have no idea what people are going to like and I used to be pretty good at judging that. It's like I'm throwing spaghetti at the wall to see what sticks but instead of a wall I'm throwing it into the void. The spaghetti just disappears into infinite darkness.

I'm clearly still recovering from the big house clean with Katrina. And I am more tired than normal. But I am also very stressed about losing the house. I'm trying to figure it out, but I may only have until the end of June before I have to make some scary decisions.

And also, my air conditioner is not working. It has a leaky evaporator. Last year, I had it recharged and that lasted the entire summer. If the leak is leaking at the same rate, I could just do that again. It would be expensive, but replacing the evaporator is so costly, I'd be better off getting a heat pump installed. I'm a good candidate, it could save me money in the long run, but I am nowhere near in a position to make that happen.

Also, my phone is falling apart.

Literally. The only thing keeping it together is the phone case.

And this laptop, which I love, was not meant to be my main computer. I bought it when my dad was sick and I needed something upstairs to manage his prescriptions and bills and appointments. It wasn't meant to be an image editing machine. And, to their credit, Apple has made a crazy powerful little computer. I admit it, I love an Apple product. It can handle way more than expected. But my photo restorations can sometimes end up with 5 gigabyte files. I can't even save them as PSDs. I have to use this weird "PSB" format. It stands for "Photoshop Big." When I fill up the RAM, my computer uses the main SSD. And when I fill that up, I think I can hear the laptop crying and saying, "I wasn't meant for this! Please use fewer layers!"

But I need to finish restoring these photos because I have delayed their completion by about 5 months (got sick before I could finish). And also because I need to pay for the A/C recharge.

You might be thinking, "Didn't you fundraise to get the big fancy powerful computer of your dreams a few years ago? Why don't you use that?"

My big fancy computer has been broken almost since I got it.

It was right before my mom got really sick and there is a major hardware problem. I worked with tech support for over a month and we could not figure out what the issue was. The computer is mostly unusable. Like, "can't even web browse" unusable.

It honestly has caused me so much depression. Like deep, deep, crying-myself-to-sleep-for-weeks depression. I still cry about it. I know it is just a thing, but I am genuinely heartbroken about it.

Why haven't I fixed it? I'm a good computer fixer, right?

Once I had to take care of my parents, I just did not have any extra energy to deal with it. After a month of back-and-forth emails from the manufacturer, I finally told them, "I'm sorry, my parents are sick. I will email you when I have the energy to revisit this."

If you know my story and how I took care of my parents all alone because I have a neglectful brother, then you can probably guess that energy never came.

I am good at tech support. I have been an expert in computers since I was a teenager. I have taken apart and built computers more times than I can count. I have never had a problem this frustrating before. It works fine for a few hours, and then it just progressively slows down to being unusable. I narrowed the issue to either the SSD, the CPU, or the motherboard. All things that are not easy to replace. (The SSD is behind the damn GPU.)

In the 30s, the Royal Air Force used to have issues with their planes that baffled them. This is where the term "gremlin" came from. No matter what they did, no matter how many parts they replaced, they could not get the "gremlin" out of the plane. These were professional mechanics who just could not fix something and it drove them nuts.

I have a computer gremlin. I've never experienced anything like it in all of my years of fixing computers. I was working with professional tech support people. I was on reddit forums. And the only thing left to do was start swapping out parts. I'd work on it maybe an hour each day with whatever energy I had and it eventually was too much. I just could not deal with it. They told me to send it back, but I could not take care of my parents without any access to a computer. So I just rebooted it every time I used it.

At that point, my parents were requiring 24/7 care and I was so overwhelmed that I said, "fuck it" and ordered this laptop. I figured I'd fix the computer when I had time or energy. But that time and energy never came. And I certainly didn't have the energy to haul a 60 pound computer upstairs, box it up, and then take it to UPS. So I just kept putting it off and putting it off.

And I let the warranty expire.

When I realized I did that, I cried myself to sleep for another few weeks. This material object has caused me legitimate emotional trauma.

Any part replacements are now on me. And there isn't really any way of knowing which part is faulty. I figured I'd buy a cheap SSD and start there.

I feel so fucking guilty because people donated money for me to have that machine. I feel like I let them all down by not getting it fixed. When I finish my recovery, I'm hoping I can sort it out. But that could be many months from now.

Recovery has been such a dark, lonely place. Trying to restore my health a millimeter at a time is a grueling marathon of misery. I have been struggling to keep Insane Froggie Brain at bay this entire time.

I felt like I was stuck in a hole.

And like a superhero with the power of friendship and puns, Katrina pulled me out of the giant hole I was in. My house turned into a biohazard. She flew from Florida to essentially clean and organize everything. How do you even begin to thank someone for that?

But also, she shouldn't have had to do that. I have a perfectly functional brother. But he hasn't spoken to me for nearly a year now.

I have other family in town. But I missed so many family gatherings over the years, they don't really know me. None of them have called. I'd have to rebuild those relationships if I want them to be a part of my life again.

And I haven't talked about this yet because it has been too painful.

But... my support system fell apart.

My aunt had to move away to take care of her father-in-law. A year before my mom passed she took care of my grandma as her end-of-life caregiver. And people should only have to do that once. But she has to do it again, and unfortunately, we haven't been able to speak much.

We were very good at keeping in touch in real life. But she is of an older generation and has trouble maintaining relationships on a smartphone. I mean, I get it. Some people are just better at meatspace than cyberspace. That was actually one of the things I liked about our bond. Almost all of my friendships are online. Having someone who liked to visit me and talk to me in person was special.

But, for the time being, I lost that. And it feels a bit like temporarily losing another parent.

I am struggling to even start writing the words for this next part.

I had two best friends. Katrina and I are great. Our friendship is probably better than it has ever been.

But my other best friend of nearly 15 years ghosted me without explanation.

I haven't talked about it because it has been too hard. Any time I try to think about it I get upset. My eyes are filling up with tears as I type this.

I have been pretending like it isn't happening.

Which is not working great.

I've been trying to hire a therapist.

They all have months-long waiting lists.

My friend just stopped talking to me and I don't know why.

They went from driving across the country and holding my hand at my dad's funeral to just not being a part of my life.

I'm so scared I said something terrible or did something terrible. I keep going through all of my memories trying to figure out what I could have done. But we had the kind of friendship where we'd talk about that stuff. If I screw up, they would tell me. We'd work it out.

This person who was in my life nearly every week for over a decade is just not there anymore. I keep losing people and I can't make it stop. And I am really worried that I am leaning on Katrina too much. She went from being part of a multifaceted support system to my entire support system. That isn't fair to her.

She has been very understanding. And she knows I am going to rebuild a support system as soon as I am able. But I don't want to overwhelm her and lose her too.

Weaning off this medication and living with no testosterone has been so miserable and she has been the only one helping me through it.

I'm doing so well with my recovery. I think I can be off the meds in 3 months and hopefully my testosterone will be fully back in range. I'm already more productive than I have been in nearly 8 months.

But I have 1 month of financial runway left and I am not going to get well enough before then.

Everything happens all at once. Every single time. And usually terrible things happen in my life at the same time terrible things happen in Katrina's life. She had terrible mold that destroyed her health for months. Thankfully it did not turn her transphobic, but it sure fucked her health for a while. She made all of this progress getting fit and healthy and BAM, the universe says, "You are doing too well, you need a challenge!"

So, what is my plan?

I am a problem solver and I have some doozies to solve.

Right now I am going to appeal to the family patriarchs on my dad's side. On his literal deathbed, my dad asked his brothers to "take care of me" and I am going to attempt to call in that favor.

I am going to ask them to talk to my brother and hopefully mediate a solution regarding the stolen inheritance. I want them to convince my brother to do the right thing and return the money he took from my dad.

Sorry, the money he "legally inherited" due to his wife "reinterpreting my dad's wishes" in the will.

Before you ask, I have no options to fight this in court. A verbal promise is not enough to overturn a written will. And the cost of fighting would be more than the inheritance. Please don't suggest any legal advice. I've talked to good lawyers. And unless I want to sue for emotional distress, there aren't any legal options available.

The best option is to appeal to my brother personally and ask him to keep his promise to my dad.

The only reason I am in this mess is because my brother repeatedly promised to give me the money. He said he didn't want it on multiple occasions. So all of my plans involved the expectation of this money. I was going to fix up the basement apartment and seek a roommate.

But it took over a year to just get it out of probate. A year I could have used to come up with other solutions. But he waited until the last minute and made his lawyer tell me he was screwing me.

I'm sure my brother will argue my dad knew what he was signing. But I know that is impossible. Before my dad passed, we were in the hospital and I saw the will for the first time. I asked him if it reflected his wishes. And I asked him if he meant to include my brother's wife in the will.

His response was, "Are you fucking kidding me???"

Readers, does that sound like a man that knew what was in his will?

Dad was so upset that he was about to have them cut off his leg just so he could live a few more weeks and fix the will.

You have to give my dad credit, he goes pretty hardcore when it comes to protecting his family.

I couldn't let him go through an amputation to protect me from my brother's shenanigans.

But I am pretty screwed now.

That said, my uncles are pretty hardcore too. One is *very* intimidating. So I feel like my uncles talking to my brother might carry some weight.

But I have one problem...

I mean, aside from the myriad problems already described.

How about... I have one additional problem...

My uncles don't like me very much.

They think I am a basement-dwelling loser who is faking his illness and was taking advantage of his parents for two decades.

One uncle even accused me of stealing from my dad.

They are protective of their brother. They loved my dad. Which is a good thing! As long as I can convince them that their assumptions about me are invalid, I think their love for my dad will compel them to help me.

They just don't have the context. They don't know me. They live in far-off lands. And due to some unfortunate timing, one uncle saw me at one of the lowest points of my life. This was maybe 8 years ago? He didn't realize I was thrown into the deep end and very recently took on the role as full-time caregiver for two very sick people.

My awful strategy at the time was "if I don't take care of myself, I'll have more energy to take care of my parents." If you are a caregiver, this is a bad strategy. It seems obvious you have to do some self care to give care to others, but when you are just starting out, that seems impossible.

My uncle showed up unannounced and I wasn't showered, I hadn't brushed my teeth in a week, and my room had a fun layer of trash on the floor. The trash can was overflowing and I literally did not have the spare energy to change the bag.

To make matters worse, my mom's medications and constant pain had broken the filter in her brain that prevents her from saying mean things. She was on this crazy chemo-like infusion that was basically using poison to fight her psoriatic arthritis. Her aggressive, blunt remarks were not her fault. That wasn't who she was. But she could not stop herself from saying hurtful things.

The kindest woman alive was suddenly Don Rickles without the "just kidding" subtext. And my uncle didn't know this and I got into an argument with my mom.

I probably looked like a pampered brat loser who just lies in bed and plays video games all day while arguing with his saint of a mother.

I don't blame him. Without context, that's exactly what it looked like.

So I am writing my uncles a letter.

It is essentially a memoir of the caregiving I gave to my parents. I hope to publish it publicly at some point, but right now it is just a letter to them. If it were a typical hardcover book, it would be about 70 pages long.

I am telling them everything.

If nothing else, I just need them to know my dad's story. I need them to know he was well taken care of. That I did everything humanly possible to make his last year as comfortable as I could. I need them to know he was *never* alone.

Sadly, because they probably think I am an unreliable narrator, I am my own worst witness. So I am asking 3 people in my current support system to write testimony to verify everything in my memoir is accurate. I even have a doctor's note!

It is probably insane to put this much effort into convincing my uncles to like me. But I'm pretty sure Sane Froggie Brain is behind the wheel of this endeavor. Sometimes the craziest, most desperate idea is the only option left.

Basically I am using my writing skills to try and save my Froggie butt.

I don't mean to be braggadocious, but people perusing my prose persistently pontificate that I am proficient at penning pleasing passages.

People say I write good sometimes.

And I think this memoir letter thingie is the best thing I've ever written. So I am hopeful I will deflate these dubious assumptions and tug on my uncles' heartstrings.

But there is something you all can do to help me.

A friend on tumblr is helping me edit this memoir monstrosity. And she gave me her testimonial to add to my 3 witnesses.

"I have been following The Frogman for well over a decade on his website. It was years before I learned his name was Benjamin! We all just call him Froggy. He was (and still is) one of the funniest internet guys out there. He is incredibly skilled at putting together humorous GIFs and photo sets, and his comedic writing is second to none. He regularly goes viral. Along with that, he was open and vulnerable about the toll CFS takes on him. I can attest to many folks over the years telling him that he has helped them as they dealt with their own health issues. He is so knowledgeable about so much--his posts are famous for being long, detailed, and wildly informative. And most of all, entertaining. They are a joy to read. We also followed along on his heartbreaking journey with his parents. He shared so much of them with us over the years that they felt like people we knew. It was so clear, from his long absences, how much he was doing for them. Our hearts broke when he told us his parents were no longer with us. Froggy has fans, and so did his parents. Otis, too. We love and support him and will always wish him the best."

It made me cry.

But it also felt like getting a Yelp review on... my entire deal.

And it gave me an idea.

What if I had a bunch of these as optional testimony for my uncles?

I'm not going to force them to read what a bunch of internet strangers have to say. But it could be a compelling way to prove my website antics were a serious attempt to build a livelihood for myself. My uncles were successful businessmen and respect a strong work ethic and trying to make your own way.

I was too early for monetization options like Patreon, TikTok, YouTube, and Twitch, but I ran a very successful comedy blog. If I had my 2013 success in the 2020s, I probably would've been able to retire and live off that for the rest of my life. I have several original GIFs that were downloaded tens of millions of times. Google said one of them was searched for over 100,000,000 times.

My blog was silly, but I took it seriously and I had sponsors and merch and an Otis plush.

They think what I did was like when you are at the family Christmas gathering and you ask your weird cousin what he's been up to and he says, "I run a blog about corgis from my parents' basement."

How do I relate the impact I had? They don't know what "Know Your Meme" is. They don't know what being on the front page of Reddit means. They don't know the amazing community I built. They don't know that I created one of the largest and most generous online support systems one could possibly have. I'm still alive and trying to make a life for myself because all of you continue to love and support me.

I was successful and I worked hard despite my disability.

I just had bad timing with the financial aspect of that success.

So, if you want to leave a Yelp review of The Frogman for my uncles, I'd appreciate it.

I came up with a list of things I need to prove to them. I'm just going to copy/paste the entire thing here. I'll strikethrough the ones you all probably can't speak to.

I am not a basement dwelling loser.

My website was more than a silly hobby.

I did not mooch off my parents for 20+ years.

I did not steal from my parents.

I am not the crazed, awkward mess [my uncle] witnessed.

I am disabled.

I cannot get a job.

I am a good person.

I am a likable person.

I was a good son.

I took good care of my parents.

My parents would not have been better off in a nursing home.

My parents would not have been better off moving closer to my brother.

My brother and his wife neglected and emotionally abused Mom & Dad.

My brother and his wife changed the will to benefit them against my mom & dad’s wishes.

My brother promised repeatedly the will was a mistake and I would receive the full amount.

I did not take care of my parents to “retain the house” or get money.

So, if you want to attempt to convince two elderly conservative Catholic men that my cat memes were lit, I would appreciate the help.

If you’ve been part of this community, and you’ve ever felt like I made you laugh, cry, or feel understood, a short 'review' of me as a person could mean the world.

Just remember your audience is...

Uncle #1: A stoic, but brilliant 80 year old who writes text messages like they are business emails. Complete with "Dear Ben" and "Regards, Your Uncle". He is still very sharp-minded and lucid. He thinks success is a high paying job, a house, and a family (my brother). He does not like weakness and consistently thought I should "be an adult and get a job." He is very loyal and respected my dad very much.

Uncle #2: A 60-something retired grandpa who thinks his constant dad jokes are genuinely funny. He is empathetic, but secretly judgmental. He will act like your best friend even if he doesn't care for you. He is an amazing grandpa. Very involved with his kids and their kids. He keeps every video of them getting a goal in sportsball on his phone. He will help you if you think you deserve to be helped. He is very close with Uncle #1.

So... kinda running the gamut there.

You can reblog this post or leave a reply or send a private message or email me at [email protected]

I will be anonymizing your names for obvious reasons.

I fear my uncles might not understand why Tumblr user "PokemonAssBlaster69" is saying nice things about me.

Explaining "The Frogman" is hard enough.

Anyway, thank you in advance.

#long post #talk about fishing for compliments

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ihavenolifeleft · 18 hours ago

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I have this fic idea bouncing around in my empty head lika a ping-pong ball. Like think young(er) robby and abbot. Robby wants to be a dad like so so bad but after so many failed relationships he gives up trying to find a girl to settle down with and thinks that he will never get the chance to be a dad. And one night when he and jack are just hanging out or whatever he mentions it to him while drunk. and jack is like "well we can get married or whatever and then we can apply for adoption or fostering or something". and robby laughs him off and then jack is like "no seriously i 'd do that for you. you're my best friend." robby is like "you're too drunk to make decisions like that" and they don't talk about it for the rest of the night. the next day jack corners him in the kitchen and tells him that he meant it. they fight about it for a few weeks and after many back and forths they do go through with it. they move in together (although they kinda live together) and after a while they both realize that they actually are in love with each other but either won't tell the other because robby thinks jack dosen't feel the same and jack thinks robby is straight and really dosen't want to screw up robby's chance of being a dad.

they apply for adoption. bla bla bla then boom they get a opportunity to adopt a 3 week old baby girl. jack's on shift (one of those rare times he takes a day shift or covering for someone.) when they get the call. robby calls him and jack tries to get someone to cover for him so he can come. in the meantime robby gets to the hospital (not the one where they work) where the baby is (for some reason, sickness or something about the birth mother). when jack gets there he finds robby with his half unbuttoned shirt and the baby on his chest.

so I wrote a snippet of the last scene but I have writers block so I properly won't continue this. Sorry if there's bad grammar or spelling errors, english is not my first language. Also know nothing about the American adoption system sooooo eeeh whatever. Feel free to take inspiration or continue this or steaaaal!

Hurried uneven footsteps that echoed outside of their room snapped Robby out of his bubble. He’d recognize that gait anywhere.

The door to his room opened slowly and softly, Jack’s head peeks in. His worried expression melted away at the sight of Robby and their baby. Robby’s shirt was half unbuttoned and his hair was a mess. He had probably been running his hand though it like he always did when he was nervous. If Jack weren’t so far gone for him he probably would be after this sight. Jack slipped into their room and sneaked across the floor to them.

“Hi…” Jack whispers with a grin.

“Hey.”

Jack sat down in the chair beside the armchair that Robby was sitting on. He looked down at the baby in his husband’s arms.

Gracing the back of one his finger against her cheek, “She’s beautiful…”

Robby hummed in agreement. Jack glanced up from her, looking at him. He was crying silently.

Oh how I love this man he thought to himself.

Jack slowly slid his hand up Robby’s neck and stopped at his cheek, wiping his tears away. Feeling brave he scooted closer and pressed a light kiss under his eye. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing… I – I just… Thank you Jack. For doing this with me.”

Jack's smile grew wider, he stood up and carefully sat down on the arm of the armchair. He puts his arm around Robby’s shoulder, he places a kiss on the side of Robby’s head then looks back at their daughter.

“You still like the name Nora?” Jack asks.

“Yea… she looks like a Nora right?” Robby asks back, a smile on his face.

Jack hummed, “Nora Robinavitch…” he stroked his finger up and down her nose.

“Abbot-Robinavitch.” Robby corrects him. Jack lifts his head away from Robby, “She’s your daughter too.” He says, staring him down, which was usually Jack’s move. Jack huffs out a soft laugh.

“What?” Robby asks, “What’s so funny?” a smile stretching slowly across his face. Jack shakes his head and looks down at Nora again.

“Your Papa is so sappy…hmm?”

#robby x abbot #robbyabbot #rabbot #the pitt #michael robinavitch #jack abbot

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sanasyndrome · 3 days ago

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(9)—"LOVE ME LATER"

!MEN DNI!

pair: uchinaga aeri x f!reader (ft. ning yizhou)

cw: slight angst. this is SMAU!

sypnosis: uchinaga aeri has been inlove with her best friend, y/n, for years. she was planning to confess until ning yizhou came in the picture and ruined her plan. now that they've broken up, will she gather enough courage to confess to y/n before they get back together, or will she keep quiet and lose her chance?

a/n: i almost dropped this smau 😫 not proofread btw

!!don't mind the timestamps!!

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y/n sat down on the chair across from ning, offering a small smile that was warmly returned. despite their… not so good encounters for the past few days, y/n didn't really look at her—not until now. she noticed how ning was using a different shade of lipstick highlighting her lips, her hair longer and healthier, she looked more mature. it suited her perfectly.

“are you just gonna keep staring at me or…?” ning asked with a playful grin, sliding a cup of coffee across the table, “your coffee.”

caught off guard, y/n felt her face heating up. “I wasn't,” she protested, taking the cup of coffee before muttering a small ‘thanks’.

“yeah, sure you weren't.” ning teased, clearly enjoying the banter as she tried to lessen the awkwardness. “anyway, should we start now?”

“mhm.” y/n nodded. she watched ning open her laptop before deciding that it'd be better to sit next to her so she wouldn't have to break her bones or strain her neck from trying to see the screen.

———

“we can just impro-” ning was suddenly interrupted by her phone ringing loudly. the caller id read ‘yujin’, her roommate. normally, it wouldn’t be a big deal; a normal person would just say sorry, and would either decline or answer the call. but not when your ringtone blared with the unmistakable beat of…

‘THIS ONE IS FOR THE BOYS WITH THE BOOMING SYSTEM

TOP DOWN AC WITH THE COOLER SYSTEM’ (🗣️🔥🔥)

super bass.

“...pfft—” y/n stifled a laugh, quickly putting her hands over her mouth as she tried her best to not burst out laughing, but apparently her best wasn't enough.

“seriously? super bass? HAHAHA!” y/n wheezed, tears pricking the corner of her eyes as she watched ning decline the call and immediately switch to do not disturb.

ning was so lucky the people around them didn't mind and just laughed it off, though that didn't stop her face from turning tomato red.

“heyyyy!” she lightly punched y/n on the shoulder. the corner of her lips twitched up into a smile as she too bursted out to a fit of laughter.

soon enough, their laughter faded into a comfortable silence, and, well… they kind of just stared at each other for a bit. neither of them expected to be laughing together like this again.

eventually, ning was the one to break the silence between them, voice slightly hesitant “so uhm, I know you're just here for the project and this probably isn't the best time to ask but… can we talk? about us.” ning felt the mood shift in an instant. she bit her lip, hoping y/n wouldn't walk out or get mad.

y/n considered it for a moment before nodding, “yeah, sure.” it was about time they'd properly talk about it. “why did you- why did you break up with me?” she asked, voice tinged with curiosity.

“oh—straight to the point? okay.” ning took a deep breath, unsure of why she was so nervous about this. “well, I just- I felt like I didn't deserve you. I mean, you're smart, pretty, popular, and nice while I'm just average. everyone was telling me how lucky I was to have you. the amount of people that were after you weren't helping either. they looked better, they dressed better, and I guess I just felt insecure. I felt like I was holding you down so much, like you deserved better- and oh my gosh I'm ranting aren't I?”

“no, it's okay.” y/n’s replied softly, she felt a twinge of guilt for not recognizing what ning yizhou had been feeling, “I'm sorry for not noticing that you felt that way. I thought-”

“no, no, it's fine. you don't have to explain anything. let's just- by any chance can we start over? I mean, it'sokayifyoudontwantowecanjust-”

“ning yizhou, calm down, okay? yes, we can start over.”

yizhou felt a wave of relief was over her, but there was one more thing she needed to know. “do you… still like me romantically?” she asked.

y/n blinked, realizing she had never thought about that. did she still like yizhou? or did she just miss what they had? she wasn't sure. “well, I'm gonna be honest… I don't know.” she saw the flicker of disappointment in yizhou's eyes and damn, she felt so bad.

“but like I said, we can start over—as friends. then we'll see how it goes, okay?” y/n stated, giving yizhou a reassuring pat on her back.

yizhou smiled at the reassurance, “okay, that's okay. I'm just glad I get to spend time with you again.”

NOTE: these are all entirely fictional and fake, created purely for entertainment purposes.

#𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚜𝚢𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚎 #female reader #aeri uchinaga #aespa #giselle x female reader #giselle x reader #aespa smau

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thebluester2020 · 2 days ago

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[SDV] Bachelors X Petite Reader

Summary: SDV Bachelors reactions to the farmer being small-chested/petite and loving them no matter what.

Warning(s): Mostly fluff with some smut sprinkled in(Like a 90:10 ratio), Some angst (Mostly Alex's part), The only one who actually gets laid is Shane, horay for him <33, Some suggestiveness sprinkled in here and there, Overall body positivity tones in this one ngl.

Side Note(s): I won't deny that this was one of the harder fics to write simply because I don't know what it's like to be super skinny! But I tried my best for the sake of those apart of the tiny-figure club✊

Also, sorry to the Harvey enjoyers. I kept Harvey out of this one because— lol he's a doctor, ofc he'd love you even if you were skinny. He's seen allllll the body types. (also ik this was supposed to come out yesterday, but I had to prep for a new puppy)

Elliot

I gotta start this whole list off simple and frank—

I genuinely believe that none of the bachelors would give a darn that you're apart of the small titty gang. At best, they wouldn't notice tbh, and at worst? They'd playfully tease you with some lines of "Lol you're flat" or something along those lines, but nothing genuinely hurtful.

With that being said—ELLIOT IS THE PRESIDENT OF THE "I love my small titty gf" FANCLUB.

I'd imagine him saying something cheesy like "I love you for your soul, not your body 😩 🙏". Only difference? He's not a nice guy tipping his fedora while he says it.

With that out of the way, though, walk with me with this thought.

You're feeling a little insecure one day, perhaps some old thoughts about your ex pop up, and how they dumped you because they weren't able to get over how you "had nothing for them to grab onto". Elliot has been noticing your change in demeanor all day, and thus, he decides that the best way to cheer you up is to pamper you!

Which is just code for being even more of a sweetheart.

♡ - "Y'know...you don't have to do this, Elliot..." You murmured in embarrassment as you looked up at your boyfriend, who currently straddled your hips.

"I seriously don't need a massage, i-it's fine! I was just having a rough day." Elliot only flashed you an unconvinced smile before he reached over to the nearby nightstand to light the honey-scented candle that sat on top of it. "A 'bad day' doesn't constitute you talking horribly about yourself in front of the mirror, my love." He eventually responded, sighing at the end. You struggled to find your words for a few minutes as you watched Elliot prepare the massage oils as well as temporarily get off of you to retrieve a warm towel.

Usually, you didn't take notice of your body in extreme detail.

You knew you were petite and had a small frame. Completely unlike others who had more meat on their figure, but...that wasn't the source of your bad day, it was the brief remembrance of what your ex had said to you that had soured your entire mood. Unwillingly, you remembered how, whenever the two of you would go out together, they'd always have wandering eyes for anyone else who had fuller features before they'd look back at you.

"You should eat more."

"You're so frail! Are you sure you're not anorexic?"

"God, there's nothing for me to grab onto."

Just the thought of his words now was beginning to make you tear up. But when you heard Elliot beginning to finish up in the bathroom, you quickly wiped away your budding tears and attempted to focus only on the positives, after all, since you both had started dating, Elliot had never once made a negative comment about your body! He'd never fail to make you feel as if you were the most gorgeous person in the world; he'd compliment your personality and always talk about your favorite quirks and little oddities that made him fall even more in love with you.

Each graze of his fingertips across your skin filled you with a warm and gentle flame, and when he pulled you into his embrace. It washed away all negative thoughts in your head within seconds and made you feel as if nothing could touch you.

Usually.

In the present, however, as you watched Elliot straddle you once more before he poured a dime-sized amount of massage oil onto his hand. Your thoughts raced with the worries and fears of whether or not his attitude towards you was really true, about the possibility of him secretly thinking about you the way your ex did— "What's going on in that head of yours, dear?" Elliot hummed all of a sudden, snapping you from your swirling thoughts.

"N-Nothing!" You stuttered out. "Just...just thinking about the farm."

Elliot raised his brow, unconvinced as he took one of your hands into his own and began to gently massage your palm. "It's not good to lie." You looked off to the side, clicking your tongue. "Y/N?" He spoke once more. "What's wrong?" You tried to close your eyes to escape the situation, only for Elliot to place one of his hands against your cheek before urging you to look at him. To talk to him. With such sweet pleas before you opened your eyes to the most concerned look you've ever seen on him...you were unable to keep your thoughts to yourself for very much longer. Not to mention, you slowly came to the conclusion that it was better to be honest with your feelings, your thoughts, rather than trying to avoid the situation entirely.

So, you took a deep breath before slowly exhaling. "Do...do you wish that I were skinnier?" The question you posed was jarring to Elliot, the writer jerking his head back as if he were physically hurt at the question! "I...I don't blame you if you do—"

"Never." He interrupted you firmly. "What's the matter? What happened?" He asked before he once again got off of you and proceeded to sit next to you, pulling your head to lay on his lap as he began to gently pet your head. "Nothing!" You quickly reassured him. "It's just...my previous boyfriends have always mentioned something about my weight, about how skinny I am. I guess—" You took a deep breath. "—I guess I was just being insecure." You admitted. You waited for a few beats to see if Elliot would say anything, your eyes shyly looking up into his green orbs, only to find his eyes slightly narrowed in thought. You loved Elliot, you loved him so much that sometimes it nearly made you want to cry.

With so many of your past relationships going south, so many times that your size has become a negative factor...you wanted one relationship to go right, just one time, where you could love your partner and not have your heart broken down the line all because of how skinny you were. In fact, you were nearly shocked with yourself that you hadn't brought this matter up sooner! But...you supposed that you were afraid.

You didn't want your heart broken again— "I will always love you." Elliot said softly, your eyes refocusing on his before you nearly choked on your own breath with the amount of sheer love that was reflected in his eyes. "No matter what size you are, skinny or not." Your entire body shook when he resumed petting your head gently, his fingers combing through the hair ever so gently as if you were something made of glass. "I understand your insecurities, you're free to talk to me about them anytime you feel them, but...let my thoughts be known now, my love. I never minded your looks." When Elliot leaned down to place a kiss on your forehead, you nearly broke down right then and there, the love you had for this man threatening to make your heart burst from your chest.

"Your heart and passion is what drove me to you, your personality, and how you put your all into anything and everything you do." He continued. "You never have to feel insecure with me."

As if a giant weight had been lifted from your shoulders...you relaxed further into Elliot's lap, a satisfied hum leaving your lips before all you could respond with was a simple— "...Thank you."

Sebastian

I feel like he'd be the second runner up to the list of bachelors who don't care about you having small tits.

Hell, if you were to ask him straight up if he cared, then he would respond with "??? No? Why would I?".

But if he gets the sense that you're genuinely upset and feeling bad about yourself, then he would pamper you with sweet words and heavy cuddling with a smidge of sensual touching mixed into the fray. When it comes to the situation where you're genuinely feeling down about yourself, he's not going to care much about trying to wash away those thoughts with sex.

He'll lie down in bed with you, talk about all the things he loves about you, and how you thinking so low of yourself was nearly offensive to him! After all, in his eyes, you were a perfect angel who had saved him.

♡ - Sebastian was currently spooning your back, humming like a content kitten as he snuggled the side of his face into the crook of your neck. "You're so pretty..." He whispered into your ear, his breath tickling the shell of your ear and eliciting a few giggles from you as he hugged you closer to his chest.

You'd been like this with him for the past hour, it seemed! Snuggling with your boyfriend as the two of you enjoyed each other's presence and talked about mundane things from time to time, be it your farm and how it was going so far, to Sebastian talking about his clients and what he was working on for them. The whole situation was almost enough to nearly drown out all of the negative thoughts that had been swirling around in your head as of late. Last night, you had been scrolling through your phone until...you came across an old text from a former friend of yours.

The memory of how your friendship fell apart was recalled by one text after the other, and it was simple. More or less, your friend had been constantly pressuring you to eat more, claiming that it was for your benefit and even trying to add on some "advice" that people would never like you if you continued to remain skinny!

At one point, their words had infiltrated your brain, putting you on a path where you'd once eat to the point of throwing up until you realized that...you were fine with being skinny. Enough to where you were able to see past your ex-friend's lies and drop them completely. But as you felt Sebastian's hands begin to slowly wander up and down your body, a question suddenly popped into your head.

"Hey Sebastian..." You murmured, winding up with Sebastian responding to you with a soft 'Hm?' in return. "You like me being skinny, right?" At your question, Sebastian took his face from your neck before he peered over you in order to get a better look at your face. "Huh?"

"I-I'm just asking." You stuttered. "I wanted to know if I should eat more, would...you even like that?" He clicked his tongue. "I like you the way you are," He said matter-of-factly. "You're healthy, right?"

You shrugged your shoulders. "But I could be prettier if I put on a few more pounds, right?" You asked in return. He didn't know whether to laugh, thinking that this conversation was some badly placed joke, or to immediately dive deep as to why you felt this way and who made you feel this way to begin with! But as Sebastian continued to search your expression, looking for any sign that spoke to what you were truly feeling on the inside, he decided to lie back down with a heavy sigh before he hugged you tighter. You tried your best not to question his silence, thinking that he was just gathering his thoughts, but...the longer it went on, the longer your thoughts raced— "I love you." He said firmly.

"You. I love you." He said again. "I...I don't care about your size, that's bullshit." When you tried to turn to look at him, he only held you more firmly to keep you from moving. He didn't want you to see how he was nearly on the verge of tears himself! In his eyes? You were someone who saved him, the one who made him see the worth he had and that he wasn't just some leech on life. You made him realize that this town wasn't as bad as it seemed, you kept him from leaving, and made him see the good! You changed his life for the better and supported all of his ideas, his creativity, and most importantly? The job he wanted to pursue.

You gave him freedom.

How could he dare to try and demand any more of you, much less for you to look a certain way...when he was so grateful for everything you had already given him? "I didn't fall in love with you because of your size, I fell in love with you because you're you." Sebastian sighed before he placed a chaste kiss on the back of your neck. You struggled to withhold a quiet squeak at the affection, your cheeks beginning to tint a deep pink as you tried to remain level-headed and not think of this situation as anything more. He was being sweet, it was wrong of you to try and turn this situation into anything more. "You seriously think I'd care about how skinny you are?"

You giggled quietly when he placed another kiss on your neck. "It's not that...I was just curious."

You couldn't see it, but you could've sworn that Sebastian was rolling his eyes. "About whether or not I'm like anyone else you've been with in the past?"

"I wouldn't put it like that..."

"It's what you meant," he tsked. "Don't...don't think about yourself in that way, as if your lower than anyone else. As if I would think of you any differently just because you're super skinny." He continued before he went back to nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, his hands beginning to slowly slide their way up and underneath your shirt. "Seb'..." You whispered.

He shushed you with a whispered 'Just let me feel you a little.' You would've thought he was just innocently running his hands over your body, feeling and enjoying your warmth, if it weren't for the way that his lips were beginning to graze over your skin, humming in delight every now and again as if he were smelling the most delicious treat. But Sebastian was determined to keep this as innocent as he could, to show you that you were beautiful and perfect in his eyes, without making you even dare to think that you were only attractive when he was having sex with you.

"I'll tell you as many times as you need me to, that you're beautiful and I'm the lucky one, that you even looked in my direction in the first place."

Sam

Okay, so hear me out on this one and follow closely—

Imagine that you and Sam were best friends, so close that it was nearly on par with how close he and Sebastian were! There weren't too many things that you hadn't already told Sam, and the blonde always met it with being a surprisingly good listener as well as sticking firmly to his words of keeping your secret if you told him one.

Therefore, you thought that the "secret" of you being slightly embarrassed about your chest/body figure was just another secret to go into the steel trap vault that was his mind.

You said it as if it were just another joke of yours, but...Sam took your words seriously. Thus, it resulted in him practically spilling his heart out about how much he hated it when you talked about yourself negatively, even if it was a joke!

He talked about all the things he liked about you, whether it was your laugh, how your face would crinkle up when you witnessed something you didn't like, or even the simple way you'd look at him!

When it all ended and Sam turned away suddenly, claiming that he had to babysit Vincent while their mom was out—

You had developed a crush right then and there.

♡ - "Can you keep a secret, Sam?"

A ghost of a smile already made its way onto his lips at the way you phrased your question, the blonde slowly turning his head to look over at you. You were currently visiting town from ZuZu City for the weekend, you didn't speak on the reason much, simply telling him that you missed the town and that you wanted to be here for the upcoming Stardew Valley Fair! But...he suspected it was more than that.

Nonetheless, though, he wasn't ready to dive into those reasons if you weren't ready.

All he did was focus on enjoying your presence to the fullest as the both of you stood outside his house, leaning against it near the window that led into his room as you both stared up at the night sky, while you filled in the empty air here and there with random tidbits about your life out in ZuZu City. One moment, you'd be going on about your new job as a corporate worker for Joja, the next you'd talk about how you hated your landlord!

But that question you brought up? He was already preparing himself to laugh his ass off. "I can keep a secret," Sam assured you with a nod. You raised your brow cautiously, as if you were expecting him to back out all of a sudden at any minute now, until you finally let out a sigh. "I'm—I'm a bit embarrassed about my body." You said, quietly at first until it was quickly followed suite with a laugh. "I was thinking about it earlier today. Remember how all those kids would tease me when we were younger? That I looked like a boy?" You continued, hardly even noticing the way that Sam looked at you with a confused expression.

He didn't laugh much, let alone chuckle. He stared at you as seriously as he could, as if you were telling him a deeply personal secret! And to him? You were, after all...there was nothing about your words that screamed 'secret', and more so, you venting to him. "I'm beginning to think they were right." You huffed. "Look at me! I've hardly developed anything! I look as flat as the day we were throwing rocks into the pond." You tsked. "Y'know...everyone at my job teases me, especially my boss—"

"Isn't that some type of harassment?" You almost flinched at how serious he sounded, the tone completely foreign coming out of Sam's mouth, until you tried to lift the mood a little with a light scoff. "It's not like they're lying. It's..." You quickly cleared your throat, sweeping away that hint of sadness that started to creep into your voice before it had a chance to truly settle. "It's the truth." You eventually finished your sentence. Sam rolled his eyes. "It's really not. No one should talk about how you look. Especially if it's at work."

You raised your brow. "Look at you being all serious." You said teasingly, nudging the blonde in the side a little, earning a huff from him. "Where was this when we were kids? You always said that I had the body of a plank of wood!" The blonde responded with a laugh. "We were ten! That doesn't count." He said as he playfully pushed you away, resulting in you gently pushing him back in turn as you quickly got back into his space once more. And Sam couldn't help but blush in your close proximity, had he known that you would've grown into the person you were today...he would've gone back into the past right now and kept his younger self from saying that insult in the first place!

You were, quite frankly, beautiful.

As much as he tried to keep himself from appearing otherwise in front of you...he was pissed off at the fact that you were being bullied at your job, by your boss of all people! The sight of you laughing about it as if it were a joke, just another thing to brush off, to say he didn't like it would be an understatement.

After a while of silence had passed, Sam had finally let out a sigh as he rubbed the back of his neck. "You...you should really stop taking crap from your boss, y'know?" He recommended you all of a sudden. "You're—we're not ten anyone. You're..." When you looked at him, he lost his words. Usually, he compared you to Sebastian in terms of being easy to talk to. You had a bright smile that was addictive to see, and the two of you had seen each other at your collected worst and best! Even as the years went by, the time you both spent together became less and less...and when you did come to the valley? Those few day intervals were when he could really see how much you've grown and grown into the person you are today.

The more he thought about it, the deeper his blush became, and, in turn, you could only laugh in response to Sam's blushing features. "What's the matter? Feeling under the weather all of a sudden?"

He shook his head. "N-No!" He stuttered. "You're...you're beautiful." He finally decided to admit it. "I know what I said, I know what I've heard other people say." He continued. "But you're beautiful. Your body type doesn't matter to me Y/N...it—it shouldn't be a determining factor as to whether or not you get respect. Especially at your job, it pisses me off." For once, you couldn't immediately respond to the situation with a well-placed chuckle or a belly-aching fit of laughter. You were forced to stand there and listen, Sam's blue eyes seeming to gain a sort of radiance to them under the light of the moon as he looked at you with that familiar boyish gaze that he's always had since you were kids.

"Who cares about your body type?" Sam eventually added on. "I don't. There's so much more to you than just that and, I wish you would see it. Your laughter, the way you always try to make other people feel better about themselves...completely forgetting to make yourself feel good as well. I like the way you dress, the way you talk about things you're interested in, and..." Sam trailed off, fearing that the rest of his words were too much for this current moment. Hell, he had already said enough, he felt like.

Thus, as he slowly looked up from the ground and to your shocked face, his heart dropped to his stomach as he suddenly feared that he had ruined everything, turning the mood into something more serious than he had meant it to be. Quickly, he cleared his throat and looked to the front door of his house with a bashful laugh. "A-Anyway! That's just my opinion and how I see things. I've gotta go babysit Vincent."

It was nearly 11:00pm at night, you wanted to say.

But your words failed you as you could only watch Sam stuff his hand back into his pocket before he took off for the front door, closing it immediately behind him without even giving you a second to speak, much less say goodbye to him for the night! But...you supposed you wouldn't have been able to do so to begin with, the weird fluttering you had gotten in your chest after Sam had said what he said...it would've made it impossible to speak to him any further without tripping over your own words.

Alex

Because I'm a "reformed asshole" type of mood. I'll use Alex as my scapegoat and say— he's always teased you for having a petite build since the first time you two met. Admittedly, he meant in a sort of meaner way, but he thought you could handle it!

He heard about how you were able to go toe-to-toe with the monsters within the mines on the regular so he simply thought that you didn't care about his words because, just because you were skinny, that didn't mean you couldn't hold your own.

When you suddenly snapped at him, however...he knew his previous thoughts were dead wrong.

You'd call him out on his behavior, going off about how Alex truly hurt your feelings before demanding that the two of you don't talk to each other for a while.

And he would be in the dumps.

Up until he finally decides to apologize and beg for your forgiveness at your front door.

Blah blah blah, more apologies and boom.

The two of you are friends again and on a long and healthy pathway to some good ol' "forgive me" sex <33.

♡ - "You're a fucking jerk, Alex. How could you continue to treat me like this? I thought you were—that you were something more."

Those words ran through his head like a broken record player as he stood on your front porch, his fist hovering over the door as he debated between knocking on the door and begging for your forgiveness at the wee hours of the morning or...simply calling it quits. The way you had sobbed in front of him as you poured out your heart, screaming how much he had hurt you was something that kept him up all night, something that didn't allow him to get any type of rest and made him feel even more like an ass.

Although the two of you hadn't been friends long. He had valued the friendship you both shared so much more, he was an idiot for teasing you so much and thinking that you hadn't minded! Even if he had meant his words earlier on the relationship...he didn't mean them later on.

It was a joke.

And he prayed to Yoba that you understood. And after a few minutes of debating with himself, he finally knocked on your door three times. The silence that followed suite was brutal, what if you heard him and you were ignoring him? Was it too late at night, maybe? He thought it wasn't, he'd seen you get back home from the mines even later! Where the sun was nearly about to come out of the sky! But, just as Alex was about to call it quits and turn around to walk off your front porch, the door creaked open a little before it opened up fully to reveal you in your nighttime clothes. Some leggings and a thin tank top, it was...cute. Way cuter than what you'd wear when you'd sleep over at his place.

"What?" Your tired yet clearly pissed off voice snapped Alex from his steadily wandering thoughts, redirecting his eyes back to yours as he sighed. "I—" "If you've come to apologize, don't. You seriously fucked up, Alex."

"Oh, come on Y/N, don't be like that!" Your mouth dropped as you decided to fully step out of the doorway and outside, nearly slamming the door behind you. "Me?" You said lowly. "You're the one who bullied me!" You shouted. "And I was an idiot for letting you do it for so long! I thought you were my friend!"

"I am your friend!"

You scoffed. "Friends don't talk about each other's bodies. I've done nothing but say the nicest things about you, encouraged you to pursue your dreams, and what do I get in return?" You waited for a beat to see if Alex would say anything, only to laugh dryly when he didn't. You really were an idiot for expecting anything different. "...All I get is someone who doubts me for my size, saying that 'it's a wonder that you were given this farm! Are you sure you can handle it?'" Alex flinched at the sound of his words coming from your mouth. He truly never thought that there was a problem; you had always laughed off his words!

But...as he thought back over things, he began to truly notice how you'd always go quiet for a minute before you'd laugh off his remarks—how you always were nice to him, even when he was at his harshest. The realization stung more than you looking at him as if he were nothing but a disappointment to you, besides his grandparents, the last person he wanted to see that look from was you. "Why is that I'm always the one being nice and all I get in return is you being a huge asshole to me—"

"I'm sorry."

You crossed your arms, unconvinced of the apology. "I fucked up, I really did. I...I know I hurt you, but it wasn't my intent. I swear."

When you didn't say anything in return, the brunette got the slightest strand of hope as he slowly lifted his eyes from the ground and looked at you. "I'm sorry." He repeated. "I-I know that you don't have to accept my apology, it's your right, but...at least give me a chance to be better. To earn back what we previously had." You gripped your arm a little more tightly, every piece of your brain practically screaming at you to not let him off the hook so easily, that regardless of the feelings you secretly harbored for him...he had hurt you. You remembered telling him, once, that the worst thing someone could do was make someone else feel less about themselves.

And he had done just that.

But at the same time? If he was truly just being an ass to you...then why did he come to your house this late at night? That had to have accounted for something. Thus, you quietly turned around to open your door, something that made Alex's heart sink even further in fear that he had truly lost you for good until...you stopped to look at him. "Do...do you wanna come in? It's late." His eyes went wide, thinking it was a joke for a second before he quickly nodded his head in fear of missing his opportunity to further apologize to you. "Y-Yeah, that'd be great." He answered.

And for now, as you stepped to the side to allow him room to walk in. You'd leave it at that...after all, there was plenty of time in the future to rebuild things, starting tonight.

Shane

I'll keep it brief lol, he's the one that cares the least out of all the guys on the list.

To be frank, I highly doubt he'd say anything regarding your figure as he's more concerned about your personality as well as in awe of how much patience you have with him. The care and attention you show towards him makes him more confident in himself, as well as stop him from thinking any negative thoughts about himself.

So, when you begin to display doubt about your figure in front of him? Oh, he's putting a stop to it realll quickly.

In fact, he'll sort of become a grumpier version of you in a way. He'll follow you around, making sure that you say nothing but positive things about yourself and making you feel good about yourself, whether its doing small things for you or even offering to pamper you!

But if the pamper option doesn't work—he always knows how to resort to dicking you down until you forget how to be negative towards yourself lol.

♡ - "Where the hell do you get off talkin' badly about yourself?" Shane panted as he plowed into your gooey cunt.

You couldn't even begin to asnwer, your brain barely able to come up with a coherent response as the only thing you could focus on was how Shane's thick cock thrust in and out your weeping hole. Earlier today, when you thought you were alone in the house, you were looking at yourself in the mirror and had noticed that you had lost some weight. Life on the farm, constantly working day and day out...it was only expected that you were going to lose some weight over time! Only...you hadn't expected it to be so much.

You felt like you were nearly skin and bones.

Your arms were thinner and your thighs were too, and although you weren't exactly curvy beforehand. You felt like you were a lot less... bony than you were now. But you assumed it was an easy fix, all you had to do was eat a little more and take it easy on the farm to boot! Thus, to encourage yourself to set out on your goal, you had made the critical mistake of saying some negative things to yourself in the mirror. Something that Shane had overheard and had immediately sought to correct.

"What was it that y' said?" Shane panted as his hands gripped the back of your knees, forcing you into a mean mating press as he looked at your fucked-out expression. "I'm so bony, I need to eat more!" He mimicked your words from earlier mockingly. "Shane'll probably leave me at this rate if I don't pack on some more weight—" That particular line made him punish you with an even harsher thrust, forcing out a yelp from your throat, just enough to strike you back into being more or less coherent enough to pout and whine in Shane's face.

"S-Sorrryyyyy—!" You whined at the top of your lungs as your voice was nearly drowned out by the lewd squelching noises that erupted from your sex. Shane rolled his eyes as he ignored your half-assed apology, the only proper apology he'd accept is either you being fucked to the point you weren't able to talk much less have too many thoughts left in your head to think of any more insulting things to say to yourself, or you simply apologizing to yourself and saying only positive things about yourself!

And as Shane's thrusts began to slow down in favor of the latter idea...it was jusssttt enough to snap you from your cock-induced stupor. "H-Huh?" You moaned in confusion. "Why'd you—"

"Tch, your that addicted to my cock that you can't even remember what you said to yourself in the mirror?" Shane tsked as he sat further back on his heels, the feeling of his cock dragging in and out of you at a slower pace making you pout impatiently. "Huffin' and puffin' ain't gonna get y' anywhere baby." As your mind came more and more to, your cheeks erupted into a fierce blush as you desperately struggled to figure out what you could do to encourage your boyfriend to getting back to his previous pace of fucking you braindead. "What...do I need to do?" You shyly asked.

Shane smirked, rewarding you with a deeper thrust that tore a drawn-out moan from your lips. "Say positive things about yourself." He smirked. "Make sure to mean it too, otherwise this dick isn't going any deeper." You clicked your tongue at the embarrassing request, your poor mind coming up empty-handed until Shane finally took pity on you and leaned back over you with a chuckle. "Repeat after me," He sighed.

"I'm pretty."

You sucked in a breath. "I'm—I'm pretty—Ooooh!" You hardly finished your sentence before Shane quickly rewarded you with a fucking you properly for a short amount of time before he slowed down once more, effectively edging you as well as encouraging you to think of something else. "I-I'm...pretty the way I am?" If it weren't for the way his cock was twitching, practically begigin' to cum inside of you...he would've honestly dragged this whole thing out a little bit longer. But, as you babbled on and on for him to keep going, to never stop. Your nails dragging claw marks into his back and biceps—Shane figured that he had gotten his point across.

And for that? You deserved a reward for effort at least!

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Morning Kisses

Art by @fluffyficsanddreams ! I hope you don't mind me reposting this. 🥰 Please visit the link to their original art piece and give some love! 💗💛

https://www.tumblr.com/fluffyficsanddreams/783309757439164416/yay-i-made-art-wade-and-his-tickly-kisses-oh?source=share

I could not resist writing a little something for this fucking adorable drawing. As soon as I saw it it had my brain going haywire! lol I tried to get it written sooner, but I had a very long week and very little time to write. Hope you all enjoy these two being cute AF! More Poolverine!

"Deadpool and Wolverine"-verse

ler!Wade/Deadpool x lee!Logan/Wolverine

Word Count: 2,173

"🎵 BYE BYE BYE DON'T WANNA BE A FOOL FOR YOU! JUST ANOTHER PLAYER IN YOUR GAME FOR TWO 🎵"

Logan snarled as the alarm clock went off loudly right by his sensitive ear, prompting him to extend his claws on one fist and quickly slash it into nothing but a cracking pile of plastic and circuitry.

"You know, that was the third clock this week, baby doll."

Logan looked over his shoulder to squint sleepily at Wade lying beside him in the bed before retracting his claws and rolling over onto his back.

"I don't give a fuck. There's gotta be a better way to wake up that doesn't instantly piss me off," he growled as Wade sat up slightly, leaning his head into his hand.

"It is effective though. I may be hallucinating but it looks to me like you're pretty awake."

"Not for long. Why do you keep setting the damn thing anyways?"

"Because we can't just lay in bed all day. That would make for a veeeery boring fic for our readers," Wade winked out at the audience while Logan just snorted grumpily.

"Well they can all go fuck off 'cause that's exactly what I plan to do. Ya with me, or against me?"

Wade considered it for a moment before he crawled over, laying his head onto his chest and nuzzling his face between the large muscles, half-annoyed that Logan's tank top was blocking him from getting skin to skin contact.

"How about both? I definitely won't pass over the opportunity to be against you," he teased as Logan sighed, but settled his hands on Wade's back.

"Whatever it takes to get ya to shut up," Logan grumbled as he closed his eyes, silently timing in his head how long the peace would actually last.

All of five seconds to be exact.

"Okay seriously, we have to get some action going on here," Wade quickly broke the silence as Logan internally rolled his eyes.

"Well, I should be snoring soon. That enough action for all those so-called 'readers'?

"Pfffft no, boring! We need to spice this up a little! Some deep conversation...Maybe some heavy petting....I got it! We can make-out! Now kiss me, you adamantium fool!" Wade puckered his lips and leaned upwards, but Logan just turned his head away.

"Fuck off, ya damn fruit loop."

Wade pouted at being denied while he laid there for another moment, feeling Logan's hard pecs slowly rise and fall with his breathing underneath him.

"Oh my, are these tatas all for me? You know I wanted to do this ever since the first time I saw your shirt explode," Wade grinned as his hands moved to Logan's chest and firmly squeezed at the muscles, "Honk honk!"

"Either ya lay fucking still or I'm throwin' your ass out of this bed," Logan gave a snarl, prompting Wade to gasp and immediately wrap his arms tightly around Logan to hold on for dear life.

"Good choice. Now ease up a bit. I can't move my arms," Logan muttered, straining against Wade's embrace a little, though not making much effort to get out of it.

"Can't escape me, hm? Sounds like I've got you right where I want you."

"Why would I need to escape? This bed is right where I wanna be," Logan wasn't even sure why he played into Wade's game, but he didn't think about it too much as he began to doze off again.

Wade hadn't expected Logan to entertain his nonsense and realized he didn't have any actual plans. With his arms wrapped around Logan's body he was limited on what he could do and only could really move his head around, though Logan had sadly declined the make-out session.

He lifted his head to look towards Logan's face to see that he had his head leaned back into his pillow with his eyes closed and was paying Wade no mind. It was only then that Wade's eyes scanned over Logan's thick, tree trunk of a neck that was enticingly bared to him and suddenly he was overwhelmed with inspiration.

"Challenge accepted. I'll show you why they really call me the 'Merc with the Mouth'....," Wade smirked as he leaned forward and began planting soft kisses onto Logan's exposed neck, immediately feeling the muscles beneath his lips tense up. Logan groaned as a faint snort escaped him while starting to be pulled out of his drowsy state.

"Hmmph-hehehe-dammit. Wade....Nooo," he protested even though his eyes remained shut as he began to twitch his head about, finding no relief from the gentle assault.

"Excuse me? No??? You denied me my God-given right to make-out with my sexy boyfriend. Therefore, I'm taking what's rightfully mine," Wade sped up the pace, peppering the light kisses all over Logan's throat as the man quickly dissolved into crazed giggling.

"Stahaahahap! That-That tihihihickl-," Logan was cut off by the wheeze that came out of him once Wade paused to nibble at the skin.

"It what? Sorry, I didn't understand that," Wade grinned, knowing damn well what he was doing as he went back to his chaotic kissing pattern, "MmmmOhhhh Logan...not right now.....Just can't get enough of me, can you? Mmmwaahmwaahmwaah! Can't say I blame you."

"Hehehehahahahaha-You're a jahahahackass!" His chin tucked in as he flopped his head around, doing what little he could for defense. Wade's arms were wrapped all the way around him, pinning his arms at his sides and making it so he could only writhe and squirm beneath him.

Wade knew Logan never put up too much of a fight after waking up in the mornings, still being half-asleep with his thought process and reflexes sluggish. This always made it the perfect opportunity to get the best of him.

It helped that Logan didn't actually hate it either despite how loudly he would always object. He was weak to all the affection that Wade showered him with, half-expecting that he was going to wake up from this dream at any time and find himself back in his former reality where he was hated and shunned by all.

Being constantly subjected to such affection, in whatever form Wade chose, was not something he was going to take for granted. Still, he couldn't help wishing that Wade had picked anything but tickling as his favorite way to show it. The man undeniably loved to make him laugh though.

"Gehehehe-Get ohohhohoff me!" Logan yelped through his giggles, weakly smacking at Wade's back with his hands with that being all he could really do that didn't involve him getting violent.

"MmmMm," Wade shook his head, nuzzling his nose deep into the ticklish neck and inhaling the man's scent, "Goddamn, you smell so fucking good. It's like crack for me. I'm afraid if you want me to stop then you're just going to have to stab me."

Logan had stopped stabbing Wade a long time ago after finding all of his gestures usually had good intentions behind them. Not to mention being around him so much had made Logan lighten up considerably and stop taking everything so seriously. He didn't exactly feel like cleaning up the blood later either.

"C'mohohohon! Thihis is sohoho unfahaahaahaair!" A small squeal escaped him as Wade blew a light raspberry beneath his ear.

"Oh I can show you unfair if you really want. I could raspberry the fuck out of your tummy instead...."

"Noo!" Logan frantically shook his head at the threat of Wade assaulting his most ticklish spot and dug his heels into the mattress as he tried to bear it all. Usually, he would just take it and allow Wade to get his fill of playfully tormenting him, but this soft attention always flustered him and made him unable to think clearly.

He literally felt like he was going to explode if it didn't all stop soon. Over time he had learned that it was best to just give in to whatever Wade was after in order to get him to cease fire.

"Okaahahahahay you wihihihin! I'm ahahahaha-awake!" His legs kicked uselessly under the sheets, not able to take any more of this.

"Are you sure? It's hard to tell 'cause apparently, I was wrong the last time," Wade murmured as he nipped along his collarbone, taking Logan's breath away as he nodded his head like crazy through his mirth.

His body immediately melted in relief from the overwhelming stimulation once Wade had stopped. He closed his eyes, taking deep breaths as he tried to get his mind to settle down along with his screaming nerves.

Wade just watched with a pleased grin and waited for him to snap out of his heightened daze as he pulled his arms out from behind Logan's back.

"So how was that for a better way to wake up? Nothing like starting your morning with a smile on your face, wouldn't you say?"

Logan opened his eyes to give Wade a feigned look of annoyance that the merc could easily see right through.

"Can't say I approve of the method. That's straight-up torture, both physical and mental."

"Oh please! It's perfect! And you're not pissed off so looks like a win to me."

"Who says I'm not pissed off?" A smirk spread across Logan's face as Wade narrowed his eyes dangerously.

"Are you? Because if that's the case then perhaps some more effort is needed...."

With that his hands launched upwards and buried themselves into Logan's armpits, making him scream and his arms instantly slam down as he bucked hard from the sensations.

"Ohohahahahaha! NoNo stop! Stohahahahop! Pleehehehehease! Haahahahahaahah! Ihihit was a johohohoke! I'm nohohohot mahahaad!" Logan managed to wheeze out through his hysterical laughing, thrashing in complete helplessness.

"Sounds exactly like something someone who is mad would say. I don't believe you. Mercy is denied!" Wade teased, his fingers wriggling at full speed underneath Logan's arms. It always made him happy when Logan gave him an opening to really unleash a tickling attack on him.

"I-I cahahahan prohoohoohooove it!" Logan shouted as Wade tilted his head, amused to hear what Logan might say.

"Oh really? Care to tell me how you are going to do that because I'd love to see you try to get out of thi- "

A split second later and Wade found Logan's hands on the back of his head as he yanked him forward, their lips meeting as Logan held him in place and kissed him deeply. Wade was shocked into halting the tickling as his hands went limp before reciprocating the kiss; his mind always going quiet whenever Logan treated him like this.

After a few more moments they broke off with Wade sighing in contentment at getting what he had originally wanted as he smiled down at the man beneath him.

"I fuckin' hate you," Logan grinned as Wade nuzzled their noses together and planted another kiss onto his forehead. He then couldn't help giggling a little when Wade's hands dragged down his sides to get out of his armpits before letting out a sigh.

"Alright, I guess we can get up now," he started to push back on Wade, but the merc only made himself dead weight to oppose him.

"You know what? I think I've changed my mind. That was the perfect amount of action for a short fan fiction like this."

"I still don't know what the fuck you're talkin' about when ya say shit like that, bub. But if ya say so, I'm not gonna argue it," Logan shook his head and happily laid back.

"Glad you agree. So we can get right back to it then....," Wade grinned as he wrapped his arms around Logan again, making the other man's eyes widen in fear for his neck.

"No no, Wade wait. You can't do that again. It'll drive me cra- Unngghh," Logan's slight panic turned into lust, his body stiffening as Wade sensually licked up the length of his neck, "Did I say no? Just ignore that."

"Hold that thought...," Wade released him as he got out of the bed and ran over to the 4th wall, looking out at the audience, "Okay, show's over, my dear readers. This is naughty time now so shoo! Make like the wind! Be gone! Amscray!"

"Wade, stop bein' a fucking weirdo and get back over here," Logan called from behind him, shaking his head as he watched Wade wave his arms and mumble in the corner of the room.

"Coming, muffin!" Wade looked around as he grabbed a jacket off of the floor and whispered, "Cover your ears now."

He flung the jacket over the camera, turning the view into darkness while his footsteps can be heard running away.

"Ya know you actin' like a schizophrenic fuck isn't very arousing."

"You knew what you were getting yourself into. Besides you know I more than make up for it in other ways...."

"Ya make it easy to forget. So how about ya get to makin' me remember?"

*INSERT CRAZY DEADPOOL AND WOLVERINE SEX NOISES HERE*

#They are so cute!#I love them!#poolverine #ticklish!wolverine #ticklish!logan #ler!deadpool #ler!wade #tickle fic #deadpool tickle #wolverine tickle #fluffyficsanddreams

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