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i-dared-myself · 24 hours ago

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Relationship Headcanons

Stray Kids x reader

Requested by anonymous: I don't have anything specific in mind, so you could do anything, really. General headcanons, how they catch feelings for reader (as I'm 4 years younger than all of them, I like to imagine that they would slowly catch feelings, after the reader was of age, obviously), how they confess, established relationship headcanons, fluff, hurt/comfort, even smut - I'd love to see it all! Absolutely no pressure, though. I know you have other requests and probably other ideas to write, so, since this isn't a request and more of a brainrot, you don't have to rush to write anything for me!! Thanks for reading, I hope you have a very good day/night!

I have some THOUGHTS. Fair warning, this post just might be 2k words of me putting all of those thoughts into actual words. Might not make any sense to anyone except me.

•After about two years of you being friends with them, they realize they have feelings for you. It’s stupid, since they come to the realization when you smile at them.

•You simply smile, and about half of them swoon, while the other half are better at keeping their composure. As soon as you exit the room, they all panic and face each other to talk it about.

•Hyunjin is frantic and clawing at his hair, because what the FUCK. You’re annoying! You have terrible taste in books with those smutty novels, and why are you always tripping on air?!? How do you manage? But like… He wants to be the one to catch you when you stumble.

•Felix kinda knew for a while. He always got butterflies when your hands accidentally brushed. But knowing that the others liked you too? Especially when he liked them as well? It really was what did him in.

•Jisung is a nervous wreck. He’s so worried that you’ll catch on that it makes it very obvious. He thinks you know, so he’s trying to act like he doesn’t know that you know, but what if that means that you know he knows that you know? And what if-

•Chan is oblivious. He doesn’t even understand what the group is talking about until someone asks him if he’s okay with a poly relationship. Then it all clicks, and damn, he likes you. And he likes them?!?

•Minho had been waiting for a while. He knew that the others liked you, and he didn’t really understand why. Then he got sick and you checked in on him by text every hour or so, and he found himself waiting for your message with a stupid smile on his face.

•Jeongin knew when he first met you that you were perfect. Your smile makes him weak in the knees and your laugh makes his heart flutter (it’s not a heart condition, he’s checked).

•Seungmin also didn’t like you at first. The others gave you so much attention when you weren’t anything special. You couldn’t sing as well as him, nor could you dance at his level. He spent months figuring out what was unique about you, only for you to surprise him with his favourite snack for no reason. Just to make him happy?

•Changbin gets all giggly when you talk to him. He can’t help it. He just hopes he’s subtle (he’s not) and spends as much time with you as he can, just because it makes him happy.

•You like them, but don’t ever expect the feelings to be returned.

•You’re sitting on the couch, minding your own business one day, when Seungmin stretches out next to you. You ignore him and keep your attention on your phone, fighting down the butterflies in your stomach when his thigh brushed against yours.

•“Practise done for the day?” You try your best to keep your voice steady, especially when his throat flexes as he listens.

•He grins, and those damn butterflies are fluttering around inside you with a vengeance. “All done. Do you wanna come eat with us?”

•You accept eagerly. The group goes to a small restaurant and shares a single table. It’s cramped and you’re constantly getting elbowed in the ribs, but you love it.

•Everyone serves each other, telling stories of their day. Hyunjin suddenly leans over and swipes his thumb over your bottom lip, making your breath hitch.

•“You had something there,” he says simply, returning to his food. One side of his lips quirk up and he raises an eyebrow. “What’s with the face?”

•You huff and pick up your utensils again, shaking your head. “Nothing.”

•And Chan insists on paying, going so far as to pin you to his chest with one arm, using the other to tap his card. He whispers into your ear, “Nice try.”

•You stumble away, smacking his arm. You hope it isn’t obvious how flustered you are.

•And they bring you back to the dorms with them for a movie night. There isn’t enough room in the van, since someone came separately in an Uber.

•You’re placed into Felix’s lap, whose hands come to your waist to keep you steady. When the car bumps, he pulls you flush to him, arms tight around your torso.

•A movie is carefully selected after about twenty minutes of arguing. Everyone settles into their spots and you curl into a blanket.

•Jeongin whines about how he’s cold, so you invite him under with you. He dives into the blankets and pulls them up to chin-level.

•Changbin gives you some of his popcorn, although he insists on feeding it to you. He says it’s so you don’t have to take your hands out from the blankets.

•Eventually you get tired, and fall asleep with your head on Jisung’s shoulder. His entire face turns red, but you’re asleep and don’t catch it.

•But the others do.

•Minho sighs and is the first to speak. “Let’s just get it over with. We all know Jisung will give it away.”

•Jisung splutters in outrage, but the others all mutter agreements. This is it. They’re finally going to do it.

•So when you blearily blink yourself awake, they’re all staring at you. You scream and scramble away, because what if they’re trying to kill you?!?

•Chan steps forward, clearing his throat. “We like you. In a uh- In a romantic way.”

•You just stare at him for a moment before slowly nodding. “Right. Okay.”

•They sigh, realizing you don’t believe them. They then spend the next entire five minutes convincing you that they actually like you.

•When you return the confession, they all breathe out a sigh of relief.

•Minho isn’t obvious about his feelings while inside the relationship. However, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t care. It just means he’s not in your face about it. He shows affection through actions rather than words.

•He slips your favourite candy bar into your lunch kit before you go off to work. He lets you do his makeup, even though he barely tolerates the staff touching his face.

•Changbin is all about physical touch. He’s constantly giving you hugs. Sometimes he’ll sneak up behind you and throw you over his shoulder, only letting you go if you promise to give him a kiss.

•Or sometimes he’ll take someone else hostage, ransoming them off for an extra long cuddle session, or for you to sit on his lap while he works.

•Jisung is the needy boyfriend. We all know it. He’s affectionate and clingy, and oh-so-sweet. He’s always following after you or texting you at random times to get your opinion on a new shade of nail polish.

•Then he listens to your day as he paints your nails, humming along and gasping at the appropriate times.

•Felix sends you random pictures of himself. It’ll be him making a funny face, or a heart with his hands, or sometimes a mirror reflection with his sweatpants pulled down slightly while he’s not wearing a shirt.

•And whenever you send a silly face back, he saves it to his camera roll. He has a whole album dedicated to you.

•Seungmin adores being told how much you care about him. Sometimes the media overlooks him (a crime) and whenever you tell him how much he means to you, it melts his heart.

•Like if you turn to him on a random Tuesday and say that you love him, he’ll come close to crying. This man is in love with being loved.

•Hyunjin paints you. He’ll have you pose for him and will spend hours painting you. (You get tired of sitting there after about two minutes so he has a picture of you in the position he wants)

•He’s so shy about his work, but once everyone tells him how much he loves it, he hangs it on the walls. There’s a whole section of the house dedicated to his paintings.

•Jeongin is constantly asking if you would love him if he was a worm. Constantly. No matter how many times you answer, he will always pout and ask it again some other time.

•He’s always doing those relationship trends with you, whether it be over text or in person. He’ll even have the others film your reactions.

•Chan, after a long day of work, will come to you and just collapse into your lap. He’ll place his head in your lap and groan about how much work it is having seven kids.

•You’ll play with his hair, and once he rants for about three minutes, he’ll get all sheepish about talking about himself. So then you have to convince him that you love hearing him talk, no matter what it’s about.

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NSFW headcanons now, people. Look at the 18+ symbol.

Or like, if this isn’t your cup of tea, you’re welcome to leave. I won’t hold it against you. :D

•Jisung will honestly just tease you until you do something about it. He knows he’s a brat and he’s proud of it.

•The only way to deal with it is to overstimulate him. He’ll beg you to do it, even.

•He’s open to the idea of having sex with the others there, whether they watch or join in. But no one from outside the group. He only trusts the other members with you.

•He loooves edging. He especially likes it with a vibrator. On him or you, it doesn’t matter.

•Chan has the biggest breeding kink known to man. He enjoys filling you up until it’s leaking out of you, only for him to push it back in.

•The idea of putting his child into you, and having you waddle around makes him hard. Just the mental image of you swollen with his child, evidence of how you were his and he managed to do that.

•He also just enjoys missionary. He likes being able to see your pretty face as you cum. He coos soft words to you as you orgasm.

•Jeongin adores it when you take his cock into your mouth. He squirms around when it hits your throat, and it’s so warm and wet and just-

•He likes it a lot. He also likes role playing. He was terrible at the start, but he quickly warmed up to it.

•His particular favourites are when you just surprise him with it. They make him gasp in surprise before he throws himself into it.

•Minho is such a sadist. He likes slapping your face. He loves spanking you. He wants to make you cry.

•But he’s such a sweetheart at the same time. He loves praising you when you take all of his dick, calling you his good little darling.

•And sometimes, if you’re good, he’ll let you ride him. You thank him for it, and then he has you do all the work. He laughs as you beg him for something more before flipping you over and actually fucking you.

•Changbin likes manhandling you. He likes being able to throw you across the bed before forcing your thighs open.

•Likes it when you warm his cock. He has you sit there as he works, scolding you every time you try to grind down on him.

•He really enjoys it when he can keep you in place on his cock. No matter how much you to try wiggle to get friction, he keeps you stationary. “Nice try, though,” he’ll always tell you.

•Hyunjin likes degrading you maybe just a little bit. Have you seen how he’s always looking at people in disgust? He’ll call you pathetic with zeros regrets.

•Enjoys coming up with random ‘rules’ just so he can punish you for it. They usually entail him tying you to a chair and touching himself, making you watch.

•But the moment you have enough, he’s the perfect sub (if you ignore the back-talk).

•Seungmin is a switch. When he subs, he’s such a brat. He’s sassy and refuses to do a thing you tell him. When he’s a dom he’s a brat tamer.

•He doesn’t care if it’s ironic. He’ll fuck you stupid if you mention anything about it.

•He loves dumbification. Either way. It just makes him brain short-circuit and his dick throb.

•Felix likes it from the back. Taking you from behind is his absolute favourite. Bends you over the counter and has his way with you.

•But so soft. King of aftercare. Gets you anything you could possibly ask for.

•Will buy you fancy heels just so he can fuck you in them. Dresses you up. He takes you shopping and spoils you senseless to make up for what he’ll do to you later.

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wadewnstonwilson · 2 days ago

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do you want to play a game?

summary: Wade Wilson (Deadpool) finds himself strapped to a sadistic torture chair in a room filled with gruesome contraptions, yet he remains gleefully sarcastic, much to the frustration of Jigsaw's ominous puppet.

word count: 1.6k

trigger warnings: violence, gore, torture, body horror

authors note: this was a headcanon idea someone posted a while back and asked to have a fic written about it, if it was you please let me know so I can properly tag you!

The room was dimly lit, a mixture of cold steel and rusted iron making up its gruesome decor. Wade Wilson, the infamous Deadpool, sat in the center of the room strapped to a chair, surrounded by a series of sadistic contraptions clearly meant to inspire terror. For most people, this would be the worst day of their lives. But Wade? Wade was thrilled.

“Well, hello, Mr. Saw!” Wade chirped with all the enthusiasm of a kid meeting their favorite mascot at Disneyland. His voice echoed through the dimly lit, blood-streaked room, cutting through the oppressive silence like a hot knife through butter. Strapped securely to a steel chair, Wade looked more like a man sitting in for a casual dental cleaning than someone caught in the clutches of a notorious serial killer.

The room smelled of rust and mildew, the air thick with the metallic tang of dried blood. Around him were a variety of deadly contraptions: gears, blades, and wires all meticulously arranged in a manner that suggested their designer had spent a bit too much time watching home renovation shows. Wade wasn’t scared. If anything, he was curious.

He squinted at the giant monitor flickering to life before him. The screen revealed the infamous Jigsaw puppet, its soulless eyes staring back at him with what Wade could only interpret as disapproval. “Okay, seriously,” Wade continued, completely ignoring the ominous vibe, “do you get these machines wholesale, or are they custom jobs? Because I gotta tell ya, the craftsmanship here? Chef’s kiss.”

The puppet’s expression remained unchanged, its head tilting slightly as if processing Wade’s commentary.

“I mean,” Wade went on, craning his neck as much as his restraints would allow, “are those hand-welded joints? No, really, this is top-tier work. I’ve seen Avengers tech, and honestly? Kinda mid compared to this. Do you have a Pinterest board for inspiration? Or do you just wing it?”

The puppet’s voice crackled through the speaker, distorted and menacing. “I want to play a game.”

“Oh! Oh!” Wade exclaimed, practically vibrating in his seat with excitement. “Twister? Monopoly? No wait, let me guess—Candyland! I love Candyland. Can I be the gumdrop guy? No one ever lets me be the gumdrop guy.”

The puppet’s eye twitched. Or, at least, Wade imagined it did. “Your constant need for validation and unrelenting irreverence have landed you here. If you do not escape this trap in time, your body will be—”

“—ripped apart, blood everywhere, yadda yadda, we get it. You really need a new schtick, Jiggy. I mean, what’s next, making me choose between tacos and chimichangas? Ha! Joke’s on you—I don’t choose. Ever.”

A metallic whir sounded as the trap sprung into action. Sharp blades inched closer to Wade’s arms, clearly designed to slice them off unless he solved the contraption before him.

“Neat,” Wade muttered, leaning as far as the straps allowed to get a closer look. “Do these things come in red?”

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Logan Howlett prowled through the shadow-choked labyrinth of the abandoned city district, his boots crunching softly against the cracked pavement. The air was thick with the stench of mildew, rotting wood, and despair—an oppressive cocktail that clung to his heightened senses like oil on water. Neon lights flickered weakly from the occasional shattered sign, casting brief, eerie glows across graffitied walls and broken windows. This place had been dead for years, left to fester in its decay.

It was the kind of place Wade Wilson would love.

That thought made Logan’s scowl deepen, his jaw tightening as his claws slid out of his knuckles with a soft snikt. The silver blades glinted faintly in the dim light, their familiar weight offering a grim reassurance. Wade hadn’t answered a single one of Logan’s calls in days. Normally, that would’ve been a welcome reprieve—Logan wasn’t exactly the type to miss Wade’s incessant jokes or ceaseless chatter. But this time, something was off. Wade didn’t just not show up. The guy was like a damn cockroach, always turning up where you least expected him, unkillable and annoying as hell. For him to go silent? That meant trouble.

“Where the hell are ya, Wilson?” Logan growled under his breath, his gravelly voice swallowed by the shadows around him.

He came to a halt, sniffing the air. His hyper-sensitive nose twitched as he sifted through the various odors polluting the area—garbage, oil, rat droppings, the faint tang of rusted metal. And then he caught it, faint but distinct: the unmistakable scent of blood. Not just any blood. Wade’s.

Logan’s teeth clenched as he closed his eyes and inhaled again, isolating the scent. It was there, mixed with sweat and... something else. Fear? No. Wade didn’t do fear. It was exhaustion. Pain. The kind of pain that would kill a lesser man ten times over.

His claws slid back into his hands as he moved, quick and silent, through the maze of alleys. The scent grew stronger, more focused, leading him deeper into the heart of the district. He passed crumbling buildings with boarded-up windows, their skeletal remains groaning in protest against the night wind. A flicker of movement caught his eye—a rat scurrying across his path—but he ignored it. His focus was razor-sharp now, his instincts taking over as he tracked the trail.

The scent led him to a narrow alley that terminated in a massive steel door. It was dented and rusted, the kind of industrial barrier that screamed bad news. A faint smear of blood marked the handle, barely visible in the dim light, but Logan’s eyes caught it immediately. He placed a hand on the door, pausing for a moment to listen. His sharp hearing picked up the hum of machinery inside, accompanied by faint, muffled voices. Or maybe just one voice.

“Wilson,” Logan muttered, his voice a low rumble. His claws unsheathed again, a primal response to the growing anger roiling in his gut. He pushed the door, and it gave slightly under his strength, creaking open just enough to let him slip inside.

The interior was worse than he expected. It was a labyrinth of machinery and steel, a factory of nightmares brought to life. Gears turned noisily, chains rattled, and the faint smell of burnt metal stung his nose. The walls were lined with grotesque contraptions, each one a testament to the sadistic mind that had designed them. But Logan barely registered the horror of the place. His focus was on one thing—the idiot who’d managed to get himself into this mess.

Wade’s scent was stronger now, the blood fresher. Logan followed it through the maze of corridors, his movements a combination of raw instinct and calculated precision. Every muscle in his body was coiled, ready to strike. He rounded a corner, his sharp hearing picking up something new—laughter. Muffled, but undeniably familiar. It was Wade’s laugh, laced with exhaustion and a little bit of hysteria.

“Son of a—” Logan bit off the curse as he quickened his pace.

The sound of his boots on the grated floor echoed faintly, but he didn’t care about stealth anymore. He could feel the beast inside him clawing at the edges of his control, the primal part of him that wanted to tear through whatever or whoever had put Wade in this situation. The scent was nearly overwhelming now, and as he rounded another corner, the sight before him stopped him cold.

There was Wade, suspended in the middle of the room by a series of chains and straps. His suit was torn to shreds, revealing patches of raw, bloodied skin that glistened under the harsh, flickering lights. A grotesque contraption of blades and gears hovered dangerously close to his body, clearly designed to inflict as much pain as possible without delivering a killing blow. Not that Wade would die, of course. That was the point, wasn’t it? Keep him alive. Make him suffer.

And yet, despite the carnage, Wade’s maskless face split into a wide, bloody grin the moment he saw Logan.

“Logie-bear!” Wade called out, his voice hoarse but still infuriatingly cheerful. He waved weakly, his hand slick with blood. “You found me! Took you long enough, you big, hairy softie.”

Logan’s growl was low and guttural, his claws snapping out with a metallic snikt as his gaze swept over the room. His chest heaved with barely contained rage, the feral side of him threatening to take over. He took one step closer, his amber eyes locked on Wade.

“You’re a goddamn idiot,” Logan snarled.

“And you’re a goddamn knight in shining adamantium,” Wade shot back, coughing slightly but still managing to sound insufferable. “Now, how about you get me down from here before I lose more blood? Not that I’m complaining—I mean, it’s great for weight loss, but—”

“Shut up, Wilson,” Logan snapped, but his claws were already slicing through the chains holding Wade. He caught the mercenary as he fell, holding him awkwardly but securely.

“Aw, you do care,” Wade muttered, resting his head against Logan’s shoulder.

Logan didn’t respond. He was too busy glaring at the room, silently daring anything—or anyone—to try stopping them. The beast inside him wasn’t done yet, but for now, it could wait. First, he needed to get Wade out of here. Then, he’d deal with the bastard responsible for this.

“Let’s go,” Logan growled, carrying Wade toward the exit.

“Thanks, Daddy,” Wade murmured, his voice thick with exhaustion but still managing to be as annoying as ever.

Logan sighed. “I should’ve left you in the chair.”

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xmads-omensx · 4 hours ago

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Word Count: 1,893

Pairing: Noah Sebastian X Reader (kinda)

Content Warnings: angst, swearing, mentions of smut

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This idea was inspired by some lovely angsty insanity with @concretejunglefm <3

Call Me Lover heavily inspired this but The Wedding So was too perfect to not add too

The white decorative envelope had sat untouched for months.

Ever since Richard and I had filled the invitations out and sent them off to their intended recipients, this one singular invite remined untouched.

It wasn’t like I didn’t want to send it. It broke my heart to see it sitting there. But I couldn’t physically bring myself to send it.

So there it sat. All alone. As if it was waiting to be picked up and sent off to who it was addressed to even though that day would never come.

It hurt to look at the envelope as it reminded me of what almost was but could never be.

I looked at the ornate, white envelope and saw him.

It hurt me.

Despite not having sent the invite to him, I was still hurt when we received replies from everybody else except him.

More than anything, I wanted him to be there on such a special day, even though our relationship wasn’t exactly going smoothly at the time.

Months had passed and I still wondered about posting the invitation, simply to see if he would reply. We hadn’t spoken since the date in question.

He had managed to attend regardless, due to Nicholas inviting him as his plus one, deciding that it wasn’t fair that he shouldn’t be there.

The words that he had spoken to me that day repeated in my brain as if they were on a constant loop and there was nothing that I could do to escape it. To escape him.

Richard said I did the right thing, not sending the invite out, but I still wasn’t sure if I believed him. He was always going to be biased against him, no matter what I did to ease his mind on the subject.

He would always be my first love. My first everything.

I dragged my eyes away from the envelope and left my office, heading to the bedroom to finish folding laundry.

The room was large, a king sized bed in the middle with white dressers on either side. A large window covered one wall with white drapes framing it. The wardrobe was fitted into the wall opposite the bed and was a light grey colour. Richard didn’t really like colour, so most of our home was light greys and white. He said it was elegant.

Before living with Richard, my walls were covered in posters, with framed photos of my closest friends placed on the mantlepiece and my bookcase.

Now, those photos and posters hung in my office, since it was my space.

A select few, however sat on my desk. Those ones were my favourites.

One depicted us when we were much younger. His hair was choppier and sat around his shoulders. He had only recently gotten his throat tattooed, so his neck looked very rigid in the photo as he was still trying not to bend it.

Another showed us a few year later, his hair well past his chest, after one of his shows. He had his arm slung around my shoulder as we grinned like idiots. That one was my favourite.

The third and final photograph was much more recent. His hair now much shorter, cut around his ears, and he looked a lot buffer than in previous years. We weren’t stood close together anymore. It had become too hard. That was the photo that the white envelope rested on.

I opened the wardrobe and began hanging up clothes, when out of the corner of my eye, I saw a familiar black bag hanging up.

The dress.

I didn’t want to look at it, but my hands seemed to be on autopilot.

I unzipped the bag and out spilled layers of white lace and tulle, cascading to the floor like a waterfall.

I stared at it for a moment, my mind flittering back to that day. The happiest day of my life.

Supposedly anyway.

The church was elegant and simple. It didn’t matter since we were only having a small wedding.

My family and friends had all arrived on time, and were now seated inside the church awaiting my arrival.

My heart was fluttering inside of my chest, feeling like it could erupt any moment into a burst of colour and life.

Richard was stood at the end of the aisle, ready to spend the rest of his life with me.

Against tradition, I had opted to walk myself down the aisle since the promise that I had made to my childhood best friend now lay broken after years of denial.

Ever since I was little, I had always adored the idea of my best friend walking me down the aisle to my future husband, but deep down what I really wanted was for him to be the one that I was walking towards at the other end.

The image still sat perfectly in my mind. Him, a the altar in his stunning black suit, tattoos on display but only barely peeking out of the cuffs of his sleeves and the collar of his shirt. His hair could be effortlessly styled and his eyes would well up with tears as I walked towards him.

But that never happened. It never would.

Instead, Richard stood at the altar waiting. No tattoos peeking through. No effortlessly perfect hair. Certainly no tears.

Don’t get me wrong, Richard was a nice guy, in fact he was probably every girls dream guy, but he wasn’t mine.

My dream man sat at home, uninvited.

At least I thought that was the case.

A deep voice being cleared shook my out of my thoughts as I stood in front of the double doors, waiting to make my grand entrance.

I looked up towards where the noise had came from, and my breath caught in my throat.

Noah.

He was here.

His black suit made him look smart. His hair was effortlessly styled into place. His tattoos peeked delicately from beneath his clothes. I even thought I caught a glimpse of a tear in the corner of his eye before he swiftly wiped it away.

But it was wrong.

All wrong.

Memories of every near miss flashed through my mind as I looked into his deep, chocolate brown eyes.

When he drove miles across the country to visit me when I went away for college, and even gave me my first kiss after I spent most of our only night together ranting about how all of my friends taking the same subject as me all had boyfriends, whilst I had never even kissed anybody before.

When he had so lovingly taken my virginity later that night because I was too scared that I would lose it to some random guy at a party, telling me that nothing had to change between us. I believed him, even when my heart fluttered and his eyes lit up with life as we made love in my dorm room.

When he drove me to see my long-distance ex-boyfriend for hours, even though he didn’t want to and most definitely had more important things to be doing with his time, without complaint, even letting me play my music that he very much hated.

My boyfriend, however, didn’t share the same gratefulness as he saw me step out of Noah’s old, beat up truck.

He had yelled at me, calling me a slut for hanging around that “disgusting band dude” and had accused me of cheating on him, which I never had done.

I had locked myself in the bathroom and called Noah, who had rushed back to pick me up after we had that particularly nasty fight.

The moment I saw his car in the driveway, I was shocked. A drive that should’ve taken him hours, had only taken him five minutes.

I only put the pieces together when he pulled into the car park of a shitty motel and unlocked one of the rooms.

“I was worried.” Noah had explained. “I didn’t want to leave you here alone.”

My heart leapt inside of my chest at those words.

Noah had reached his hand up, and brushed away some stray hairs that had fallen into my face before pulling me into a hug.

“You always have me, no matter what.” He had whispered into my ear.

That night, my boyfriend had called to break up with me, and in turn Noah held me in his arms all night as I sobbed into his chest.

As I lay there in Noah’s arms, a wave of realisation hit me as the depth to which Noah cared for me began to make sense. He drove hours upon hours just to make me happy, even though he was going out of his way to do it, then proceeded to stay in a shitty motel just to make sure that I was safe.

That’s when I knew.

He loved me.

And I loved him in turn.

His large hand found mine underneath the covers and gripped it tightly, almost as if he was afraid that I would leave him.

I never would.

Not in a million years.

So instead of pulling my hand away and finding a more comfortable position, I lay there, staring up at the slightly mouldy and discoloured ceiling, holding the hand of the man who had my entire heart.

The drive back home had been silent.

Neither of us wanting to discuss the night before.

Regardless of that, I knew what I wanted.

I wanted Noah to be mine, in every single way.

I wanted him to make me smile, make me laugh, make me cry. I wanted him to make me so unimaginably mad at him that I thought I hated him at times.

But most of all, I wanted to love him for the rest of my life.

However, this idea of mine was rapidly shut down when Noah brought Monica over.

She was drop-dead gorgeous. Long, dark hair and a killer figure.

She was everything a man could dream of, and everything a woman would want to be.

But worst of all, she had Noah.

He had moved on.

So I did too.

Richard and I met in a coffee shop after having our orders mixed up. He was cute, so I decided t go for it and ask him out. He said yes and the rest was history.

Monica and Noah didn’t last long.

I never found out why they ended things, but from what I hear Noah had been in love with another woman the entire time.

Deep down, I knew it was me she had been talking about.

In fact, it was undeniable and had been since that night in the motel room all those years ago.

Noah and I didn’t talk much anymore. We could barely even look at eachother anymore.

Now I stood before the hardest decision I would ever have to make.

Do I open those double doors and walk down the aisle towards a stable future with Richard?

Or do I follow my heart and choose Noah?

“It’s not too late you know.” He had said to me as I stood there in my elegant wedding gown.

“I know.” I replied, before holding my elbow out towards my best friend, determined to see this promise through until the end, even if it wasn’t what I wanted.

#bad omens #noah sebastian #noah x reader #noah sebastian fanfic #noah sebastian x reader #noah sebastian angst #Spotify #noah bad omens #noah sebastian bad omens

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SPARKS FLY — ETHAN EDWARDS

ethan edwards x fem!hughes!reader

published: June 6th, 2023

summary: in which Ethan spends 4th of July at the Hughes lake house and becomes enamored with y/n Hughes

specific lyrics: “you’re the kind of reckless that should send me runnin’ but i kinda know that i won’t get far.” and “you stood there in front of me, just close enough to touch. close enough to hope you couldn’t see what i was thinking of.” and “i see sparks fly whenever you smile.” and “get me with those green eyes, baby, as the lights go down.” and “my mind forgets to remind me, you’re a bad idea.” and “lead me up the staircase, won’t you whisper soft and slow? ‘i’m captivated by you, baby; like a firework show.’”

GIF by savoies

“Luke! put me down!” my screeches prove futile when my twin looks down at me with a wicked grin.

“down? okay!”

before i can argue that whatever he’s planning isn’t what i meant, i’m dropped from the dock and into the cold lake water. my body stiffens at the feeling and i gasp before my head is submerged under the water.

i kick my legs and rise to the surface, gulping in throat-fulls of air as i smooth my hair out of my face, glaring up at my brothers and their friends as they laugh.

“you’re gonna pay for that.” i tell Luke, holding my hand up in waiting for him to help me back onto the dock. Luke takes a step back, eyeing me with caution. “really? you won’t even help me up?”

“i’ll help you.” i look over just in time to see Ethan step over to the edge. slipping his hand in mine, he pulls me up, helping me onto the wooden dock. i can’t help but let my eyes wander as i rise to my feet, mere inches from him.

god, he looks good shirtless.

shit, y/n, stop thinking like that.

i avert my eyes, rather focusing on the shivering of my body from the summer breeze hitting my wet skin.

“i’m, uh— i’m gonna go see if mom needs any help.” i tell the guys, awkwardly turning away and jogging up the path to the back deck. my father man’s the grill, flipping hamburgers, while my mother sits at the patio table, cutting up a couple watermelons.

“what on earth happened to you?” my dad chuckles, flipping a burger. i scoff, rolling my eyes. “i thought you were just tanning?”

“i was. and then your son happened.” i tell him, flopping down into a chair across from my mother who finally looks up to see me in my dripping state.

“gotta be more specific than that, honey.” she laughs. “we do have three of them.”

“the one i’m cursed to share 50 percent of my genes with.” i huff.

“ahh, yes, that one.” she muses, chopping into the last piece of watermelon before handing me a triangle. “what did he do this time?”

“he dropped me in the lake.” i say through a mouthful of fruit.

“why?” my dad chimes in, finally shutting the grill and taking a seat next to his wife.

“cause he’s insufferable? i don’t know.” i raise an eyebrow. “does he need a reason?”

“guess not.” he shrugs. i take another bite of watermelon, juice dripping down my chin. “but here they all come.”

my dad raises his chin to motion behind me and i turn my head to glance back, making direct eye contact with Ethan, who walks between Luke and Dylan.

my head snaps forward and i wipe the back of my hand across my chin, cleaning the watermelon juice off my skin. looking over at my mother, a smirk and a raised brow adorn her face.

“you sure that’s a good idea, honey?” despite her cocky expression, her tone is soft and gentle, careful not to hurt my feelings with her words.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about.” i feign obliviousness, grabbing a beach towel off the stack on the table before the boys can take them all. i wrap the University of Michigan towel around my shoulders, using one end to scrunch the water out of my hair.

“i saw that look, and the way you reacted to it.” my mom reaches across the table, laying a gentle hand on my forearm. “just be careful. make sure you know what you’re doing, because if Luke finds out you like one of his friends…”

“yeah, i know.” i sigh. how could i ever forget Luke’s ‘friends are off limits’ rule?

before either of us can speak again, i feel a set of hands come down on my shoulders, making me jolt in surprise.

Jack’s laugh bellows in my ears, my eyes rolling in annoyance as he finds hilarity in my surprise.

i watch as the guys pile onto the porch deck, grabbing towels from the stack and drying off to prepare for dinner. my parents make themselves scarce, heading inside to collect dinner necessities.

i’m pulled out of my thoughts when Ethan drops into the chair across from me, stealing a piece of watermelon from the bowl.

“maize and blue looks good on you.” he whispers, sending a wink in my direction before he gets pulled back into a conversation with Dylan, who takes the spot beside him.

blood rushes to my cheeks as i glance down at the towel draped over my shoulders, the colors in perfect contrast to my skin.

“y/n, honey?” i look up at my mother who stands at the head of the table.

“hmm? yeah?”

“could you run in and grab the pasta salad out of the fridge?” she asks me, sharing a knowing smile.

“coming right up.” i rise from my seat, dropping the towel back onto the chair so that my brothers, or even trevor, don’t take my spot while i’m gone.

i make my way into the house, pushing open the sliding glass door and rounding the corner into the kitchen. opening the refrigerator, i retrieve the large mixing bowl of pasta as well as a bottle of water, before closing the door.

i jump in surprise, as Ethan now stands leaning against the counter behind the refrigerator door, almost dropping the bowl.

“sorry! i didn’t mean to scare you!” he chuckles, a twinge of red coating his cheeks as he rubs at the back of his neck.

the sunset washes in from the window behind him, radiating him with a golden glow and i can’t help but notice the golden flecks in his green eyes. he looks so ethereal that my knees nearly go weak when i see him at full. water drips from his hair, dropping onto his bare chest and down his abs, and i’m only so strong, my eyes follow the droplets on their path, my lips parted as i take a deep inhale.

“uh- no- you’re uh- you’re good.” i tell him, finally pulling my line of sight back up to his face, where a cocky smirk is now placed.

“Luke sent me in to get the fireworks from the closet? but i don’t know what closet they’re in.” he replies. “there’s like 3 of them down here.”

i laugh, using my water bottle to point towards the closet underneath the stairs.

“they’re in there.” i inform him. “are we doing them after dinner?”

“yeah. i think it was like an unspoken vote? dinner, then fireworks, then bonfire.” he says, heading over to the closet and pulling out the large rubbermaid tub of fireworks. “jesus, do we really need all these?”

“it’s fourth of july, go big or go home, right?” i shrug, finally stepping back toward the glass door. “you haven’t experienced beauty until you’ve seen a Hughes fourth of july firework show.”

i turn toward the open glass door, making my way back out, but not before i hear him mutter to himself-

“pretty sure i experienced beauty the moment i saw you.”

my cheeks burn and i wonder if he meant for me to hear that or if he thought i wouldn’t, but regardless, the words make my heart race.

i sit back in my chair, watching on as Jack, Luke, and their friends light the fireworks before sprinting away to watch them light up the sky.

Luke, Dylan, and Mark hype Ethan up as he sets fire to the end of the fuse and jumps over the firework; waiting until just before the firework is about to go off in order to come running back up to the grassy patch where everyone sits. i roll my eyes at his recklessness, wondering just how stupid guys can be.

the reckless abandon in which he does things should have me running for the hills. i’ve never before been so enamored with a guy who does stupid things like these. and yet, just by looking at him, i know that i’m too far in now. the crush i’ve held for him for the past two years has blossomed into something more.

he smiles at my twin and his friends as they shake him and shout, hyping his stupid actions, and it’s like sparks fly when i see the beaming look on his face. and coincidentally, in that moment, purple fireworks light up the sky, shooting in every direction.

“i know that look.” i look over at my eldest brother, furrowing my brows at his words.

“what?” he rolls his eyes at my response, giving me a soft smile.

“don’t ‘what?’ me, y/n. i know that look. it’s the same look you used to give Matthew when he would come pick Brady up from the lake house when you were like, eleven.”

i laugh at his comparison. no longer embarrassed of the past crush i held on the older Tkachuk.

“and how would that look?” i ask him.

“like this.” Quinn attempts a faraway look in his eyes, batting his lashes and holding his folded hands up to his cheek.

“you asshole!” i giggle, pushing at his shoulder. “i don’t look like that! i have never done that!”

“okay, maybe not like that.” he relents, chuckling. “but you have that look of admiration and love. and i know what Luke says but… i say go for it.”

“what?” i’m shocked by his words, not used to being told anything other than ‘be careful’ and ‘you know Luke’s rule’.

“if you really think there’s something there? go for it. Luke will get over it. i promise.” he assures me, a soft smile on his face as he reaches out to hold my hand.

“but, just in case, i’d say maybe don’t tell Luke right away.” he tells me, pressing a peck to the back of my hand before he drops it, rising from his seat. “and here comes lover boy now.”

Quinn wiggles his eyebrows as he walks away, one hand gripping his beer as the other waves over to Jack and company.

i look over just in time to see Ethan, coming to a stop in front of me.

“Luke wants his Team USA hoodie.” he tells me. “he says you have it in your room.”

“oh, yeah, i have that. i’ll get it.” i stand from my seat, walking towards the lake house with Ethan following behind me. once we reach the porch deck, he jogs in front of me, opening the sliding door and letting me walk through first before he closes it again and fast walks towards the stairs, leading me up to my room.

he glances behind him every few seconds, as though making sure i’m still behind him, and i blush under his gaze.

finally reaching my bedroom, i open the door, letting him follow me in as i retrieve the USA Hockey hoodie off of my desk chair.

“here you go.” i spin around, ready to hold it out to him, but he’s already right behind me, a mere foot away.

“i lied.” he confesses, pushing the hoodie away.

“oh-”

“i just really wanted to talk to you alone. and i saw you wearing the hoodie yesterday, so i knew you had it and-”

“you don’t have to explain yourself.” i cut off his ramble, butterflies erupting in my stomach at the thought of him wanting to be alone with me.

“i don’t?” he furrows his brows as i throw the no-longer-needed hoodie onto my bed. i shake my head in response.

“no. i wanted to be alone with you too.” i admit, taking a step closer.

“oh, good! so i wasn’t reading you wrong? ‘cause if i was, you can just tell me to fuck off, i promise i won’t be hurt. i mean, okay maybe a little, but-”

“Ethan?” i chime in, stopping him from his nervous ranting.

“yeah?” he takes a step forward, leaving us close enough to touch.

“just kiss me, please?” at my words, he lets out a relieved sigh, nodding his head.

his hands come up to cup my face, pulling my lips to his in a quick but steady motion. our lips connect, his soft and tasting of the watermelon we were all snacking on as the fireworks went off. my hands snake around his neck, raking through the hair at the nape of it. i can feel him shiver as my nails lightly scratch against his scalp, and i smile into the kiss at the effect i’ve proven to have on him.

he pulls away, both of us sucking in a lungful of fresh air before he speaks-

“i’m captivated by you, baby; like a firework show.”

#ethan edwards #ethan edwards x reader #ethan edwards imagine #ethan edwards blurb #umich hockey #nj devils #nhl imagine #nhl blurb #nhl fic

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curtis-brothers-hug · 1 day ago

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My contribution to playing with “unreliable narrator Ponyboy”:

Ponyboy describes Johnny as very shy around girls, as someone who rarely talks to them. That may be true to an extent, but what if Johnny has more experience with girls than Ponyboy thinks? Maybe Johnny just never talked to Ponyboy about that stuff because he was self conscious, or because he was trying to preserve Ponyboy’s innocence, or preserve the image that he knew Pony had of him. Maybe Johnny sees that Ponyboy is uncomfortable talking about girls and sex; sees how Ponyboy blushes bright red when the gang teases him about not being into girls yet, how by the time they were fourteen they already blah blah blah. So he doesn’t bring it up, and lets Ponyboy make assumptions.

But Johnny is sixteen, and a sixteen-year-old boy who hangs out with boys like Dally, Two-Bit, Steve and Soda. Sylvia was canonically attracted to him, so there’s no reason why other girls wouldn’t be too. Johnny has that “quiet, mysterious” thing going, as well as that “sweet and shy beneath the tough hood exterior” vibe. You can’t tell me girls weren’t all over that, and that he never once in sixteen years met any girl who made him want to reciprocate. (Assuming you hc him as being attracted to girls, but even if he’s not, being with a girl is what was expected)

I’m imagining some girl coming up to Ponyboy after Johnny’s death (after a long enough time that Pony is able to absorb the interaction). She tells him how sorry she is and how much she misses him. He’s like, “….who are you?”

She introduces herself and tells him, “me and Johnny dated for a while last year. I know he never introduced us, but I heard so much about-“

“Wait. Johnny never dated no girls.”

“Well, he dated me.”

“You’re lyin.’ Johnny barely ever even talked to girls,” he snaps, getting mad because it’s messed up to tell lies about someone’s dead friend, especially those kinds of lies.

But she just looks down with a slightly mischievous yet wistful smile. “Well, we didn’t always do that much talkin.’”

Ponyboy’s head damn near explodes. “What?!”

The girl looks at him oddly. “What, did you think your buddy was some kinda virgin?”

And when she puts it like that he sounds like an idiot or a kid, but the thing is, yeah, that is what he thought.

#Ponyboy seems to view Johnny as more childlike #as closer to his own age #except Johnny is two years older #johnny may be shy but that doesn’t necessarily mean he’s completely inexperienced #the outsiders #johnny cade #ponyboy curtis

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bloodlessbelmounte · 1 day ago

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Eternity Will Bring You Near - Chapter 5

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Summary:

Wade understood that Logan was from a world where Alpha, Beta and Omega were everyday terms, not exclusive to red-pilled incel fuckheads who kept inventing new performative male genders. Wade would’ve been classified as a Beta. Logan, however, was an Alpha - Wade’s read enough fanfiction and yaoi manga to know what that means. Though it doesn’t explain why Logan keeps sniffing him.

Pairing: Alpha!Worst Wolverine/Deadpool Genre: A/B/O, Smut, Domestic-ish Warnings: A/B/O Dynamics, Blood, Gore/Mild Body Horror, Canon Typical Violence, Omega Heat, Masturbation, Anal Fingering, Rimming, Anal Sex, Forced Orgasm, Multiple Orgasms, Breeding Kinks, Biting/Marking and Knotting.

Beginning Note: I have decided that this fic will most likely finish next chapter as my original idea for this story kinda ended here but closure is needed. Unbeta'd as usual so sorry for any mistakes.

Cross posted to AO3

You know I’m kinda surprised you managed to keep the titles of these chapters Sleep Token lyrics.

Not that hard considering most of their songs blend romantic and violent imagery. And so far this fic is only five chapters long. Speaking of…

Ooo it’s Wolvie time baby! Let’s get this party started! You good Belmounte?

I have a bit of a headache from my New Years celebrations but other than that I’m pretty good.

Then let’s fucking go!

Logan tossed his phone onto the bedside table, running a hand through his hair. Wade’s strained tone lingered in his mind. Now was not the time to fuck around, he needed to remain calm and get shit ready to go. He took a deep breath through his nose and out his mouth, the little piles of unwashed laundry around their room made the merc’s scent potent enough to taste. His shoulders dropped slight as he forced himself to relax. Things would be okay. Logan’s first port of call was to grab his suit from the spare room. Laura was sat on the couch with her phone in blue flannel lounge pants and a white t-shirt with her hair up. She gave him a curious look. Logan simply grunted at her in acknowledgement as he passed her.

He didn’t know how but Wade had managed to recreate the top half of his suit – minus the sleeves and some extra room for the little bit of extra weight he had put on.

“Peanut, it would be criminal to hide those arm of yours. Sleeveless with the gloves is so fucking hot. And the way the suit cups your Zeppelins – inspired.”

A fond smile formed as he thumbed at the yellow fabric that was hung in a wardrobe. He removed it and took it back into their room to change, cursing at all the stupid fucking secret zips these suits always tended to have as he struggled to do up some of them. They’re so stupidly dainty. It was like they were on the verge of snapping even with the lightest of tugs. Suit on, Logan grabbed a duffle bag from under their bed. Wade’s ‘just in case’ bag as he put it. All it really had was a tarp to protect the Odyssey’s upholstery and a blanket to wrap him up in. Not much more needed for someone who regenerates. Bag slung over his shoulder, Logan stopped briefly to snatch up his motorcycle keys then walked to the living room where Laura was waiting with arms crossed.

“What’s going on? I could make out Dad’s voice on the phone earlier, is everything okay? You’re in your suit so I’m guessing not.” Laura asked, brows furrowed in concern. Logan had no idea why she was never expressive with her care for Wade when actually around him. She only ever called him ‘Dad’ when he wasn’t around.

Logan feigned a sigh, “The idiot seems to have got himself cornered and is not in a state he can deal with it in, called for an extraction. I’ll be back as quick as I can, if we’re not here by sunrise,” he placed the motorbike keys in her palm, “come get us. I’ll leave the location on the fridge for y’.”

Laura’s nose scrunched as she pocketed the keys, “Don’t forget I can smell when you’re lying or worried. I know you’re pretending to be nonchalant about this. What’s wrong Papi?”

The older mutant hesitated for a moment, “I don’t know Laura. He just said that something was wrong with him. His breathing sounded laboured,” he patted her shoulder reassuringly, “but he’ll be fine once I get him home.”

“Don’t be late,” Laura huffed, lightly punching his arm before sitting back down and opening an app on her phone.

Logan offered her a smile, “I’ll try not to be. Can’t make any promises. If things are fine but I’m delayed for whatever reason, I’ll call.”

He could understand her worry. The poor girl had already lost one father figure who was meant to be immortal, now another was in danger somehow and he was heading out to rescue him. Least he could do was ease her concern. He dipped into the kitchen to scribble the location down and stuck it to the fridge before leaving. On his way down to the car, Logan quickly checked how far away the location. Luckily it wasn’t that far upstate, only a little over an hour and a half’s drive when you aren’t speeding. Then again, any part of New York the state that wasn’t New York the city is what Wade considered ‘upstate’. And Logan had no intention of going the legal limit once out of the urban area. Being a mechanic had its perks after all, in his case that perk was replacing the Honda’s previous engine with a more powerful one with no service charge as he did it himself.

It took Logan little over an hour to arrive at his destination, apprehension coiling in his gut. Wade hadn’t messaged him once since he sent his location. Usually Wade was blowing up his phone if he was waiting on the job. Logan got out the car and opened the door to the passenger seats where he had chucked the duffle bag. He freed the tarp and spread out over the seats then slung the bag onto his shoulder again before pulling over his cowl.

“He’s fine, probably just focused on staying blocked in,” he muttered to himself as he approached the building.

Yelling and banging could be heard from behind large loading bay doors, most likely the quickest route to Wade then. Wolverine leaped up onto one of the truck bays and sniffed. There was a cacophony of scents, at least ten or so individuals in there. Yet, somehow, his mate’s scent was overpowering them all. Something was different about it. Sweeter than it had been recently and… spicy? The spice was something he recognised, even if faintly – an Omega in heat. But that couldn’t be right, right? Wade wasn’t an Omega. Couldn’t be. It was physically impossible. Omegas didn’t exist here. Wolverine inhaled deeply, letting the scent seep into his mind, blanketing every thought.

Mate. Heat. Danger.

Well, his instincts don’t lie. If he wasn’t on his suppressants he probably would be rampaging in there as soon as that spice hit his nose. Things started to click in place. Wade’s physical sensitivity, his need to remain close by. The new piles of laundry – he was fucking nesting in his own oblivious way.

Wolverine crouched and easily tore off the padlock that was holding the bay door down. With as much discretion as he could muster, he wrapped his fingers around the handle at the bottom and gently lifted the door just enough to pass under unnoticed. All pretence of stealth and level-headedness was lost when the stench Wade’s slightly stale blood hit him like a ton of bricks. He caught a glimpse of it leading from an open door, across the room and up the metal stairs. Stairs where lackeys with guns were trying to break through a door.

Mate in danger. Protect. Kill.

The Wolverine growled, the sound thundering and echoing throughout the loading bay along with the snikt of his claws releasing. The men fell silent, turning to look down on the new intruder. Two, four, six, eight, ten, eleven. Easy.

“You guys deal with him. Should only need three of us to get this fucking door open,” One of them ordered through gritted teeth as he went back to trying to ram it.

The others nodded, moments later guns were cocked and bullets were flying towards him. Wolverine grinned as a few thunked against the adamantium on his skeleton, the familiar burn grounding him. Lowering down to all fours, he closed the gap between him and the stairs before leaping up them. Some brave fools decided to try and take him on with their fists. Those that did were met by claws slicing through flesh like they were made of butter as he kicked and pummelled his way through them. Blood sprayed on him hot and thick while bones buckled and shattered on impact. A lucky one was simply thrown over the railings, landing on his neck with a crack. He pounced on another two opening fire on him who thought distance would keep them safe, bringing them to the floor. His fist through their larynxes was evidence to the contrary. Their death cries were nothing but gargled gasps.

The air was tinged with copper-iron, thick enough to coat his tongue. Wolverine stood and pivoted, eyes fixed on – assessing – the remaining four men who cowered in front of the door unable to escape. He needed a clear path, a straight line of sight to the barricaded entrance where his mate lay trapped, Wade’s whines and whimpers slipping out of the office. His mate needed him. The lackeys’ eyes flicked between him and the railing. There was only two options for them: fight him or jump. Both outcomes led to death. He flashed his fangs, wiping a bead of sweat from his jaw and smearing blood on his scruff. His growls morphed into a purr at the evidence he was covered in. Proof of how well he could protect his Omega. He couldn’t wait to see how Wade would react.

“Please, we don’t want no trouble with you. We just need to get to the red fuckface who’s locked himself in with our boss.” The one that had ordered the assault tried to negotiate.

“That ‘red fuckface’ is mine,” Wolverine rumbled.

The four men turned deathly pale. They opened fire on him yet again, and he let them stumbling back every now and then from searing impact. Let them until their bullets ran out. With a slow, deliberate motion, the Wolverine’s neck cracked audibly, the sound sharp and decisive, then he rolled his shoulders, pushing the bullets out of his muscles. They clinked as they fell to the metal flooring. He stalked towards the men who dared try to harm his mate. Pathetic little creatures that they were, the smell of urine and fear permeated the air. Retracting his claws, Wolverine grabbed the nearest lackey by the collar and tossed him over the side like he weighed nothing. The next received an uppercut to the jaw, claws releasing as their mandible splintered to skewer his mouth shut and mince his brain matter. Another had his guts meet the open air and cold open steel with a swipe. And the final one, the mouthy idiot, Wolverine gripped by the hair and smashed his face into the concrete wall by the door, crimson and greyish-pink scattering and decorating it with a crunch. He dropped to the floor a dead weight.

Silence filled the loading bay, other than his own ragged breathing, thundering heart and blood drip-dropping through the open steel flooring. And wet noises coming from inside the office along with Wade’s breathy voice. Wolverine effortless pushed the door open, heavy furniture scraping against the flooring as he did so.

“Bubba, it’s me. I’m here now just like I promised,” he announced as he shuffled through the opening he made in the dark room, haloed by the loading bay lights.

The wet noise briefly paused as a whine rang out from further in. Wade’s sweet arousal washed over him, lowering his cowl Logan took a deep shaky breath as he tried to control himself. That breath caught in his throat, mouth salivating when his gaze finally landed on Wade. There he was on the ground, his back arched with his legs splayed open, pants tangled around his boots as one hand furiously worked over his angry red length and the other was four fingers deep thrusting into his slick wet ass. God what Logan wouldn’t give for his tongue to be buried deep in that ass instead. Cum was already splattered up Wade’s suit. His head was lulled to the side, nose buried in… one of Logan’s under-shirts? A flush had spread so beautifully over his cheeks, pupils blown wide with his lower lip caught between his teeth. Logan swallowed thickly and removed the bag from his shoulders. He needed to keep his distance for now.

“Darlin’ never thought I’d say this, I need y’to talk for me. I’ve got a nice bullet-hole riddled blanket to bundle y’in here, would y’like that?”

Wade shook his head, a broken keen clawed its way out of his throat as a rope of cum spurt from his probably oversensitive cock and he dropped to the floor, “Not enough. I’ve been at this for-fucking-ever and it’s not enough. Need something thicker than my fingers. Need that fucking monster cock of yours.” Wade hissed, his voice strained.

Logan stumbled forward, so ready to give him what he needed but this wasn’t right. He wasn’t in his right mind. What was it Wade said when he first moved in? Consent is sexy? Logan pierced his thigh with his claws just shy of his tenting erection, the pain clearing the fog of arousal and instinct that was trying to cloud his reason.

“Wade,” he groaned, “y’re in heat.”

“No fucking shit.”

“Y’only want this because of y’r hormones.” Logan argued, hanging on by a thread. Thank the TVA and Hank for his suppressants “I’m not a scumbag Alpha who takes advantage of Omegas.”

“Logan I swear by all that is holy I will knee cap you and ride you if I have to. If I wasn’t okay with this I would’ve called to tell you to stay home and send Laura instead. Dick. In me. Now.” Wade demanded, removing his fingers from his hole to point at it instead.

“But I might-”

“I don’t care if you try to mark me! A) It probably won’t work because healing factor, and B) even if it did work, we’re already engaged—”

Wade didn’t understand. Couldn’t understand. He needed to know what fucking now might result in. Logan felt a lump form in his throat, shoulders tensing again. He didn’t know if he could handle the rejection afterwards if Wade didn’t want it, all of it.

“Being in heat means y’re fucking ovulating-”

“I know! If a fetus survives in the world’s most cancerous womb it fucking deserves to be born. That’s my choice. Fuck me! Give me that fat knot dammit!”

Of course Wade would have an answer to everything. Of course he’d somehow have the clarity to have thought this shit through despite the sudden unexpected changes to his body. His Omega was perfect for him. Always ready to soothe his concerns. Logan’s shoulders dropped as he breathed in deeply, letting his mate’s scent wash over him. Indulging in the heady pheromones he was releasing. Removing his blood soaked gloves, he dropped them carelessly to the floor. He strode over to Wade, tugging off the merc’s boots and pants so he could push Wade’s legs open further to slot himself between them. His hands trailed over the exposed meat of Wade’s thighs as he hunched over him to nuzzle into his neck and nip at where his scent was strongest. The merc moaned and arched beneath him, hands coming up to grasp at Logan’s shoulders as he tried to buck up into him.

“Please, Alpha. Need you,” Wade begged.

Fuck, Wade always pulled out that dirty fucking trick to get what he wants. Appealing to Logan’s baser instincts like the fucking Pied Piper.

Logan growled, “And y’ll have me. But first, I’m going to have my fill.”

He felt his own pheromones release, heavy in the air and conveying a clear message to ‘Be good’. Wade shuddered and whined. Oh. Logan pulled away just enough to look down between them and the new mess of white that now mixed with the blood on his suit. Such a sensitive and receptive Omega. That was certainly something he could take full advantage of later. But at this moment… Logan sat up and ran two fingers through the cum that was streaked across him, popped them into his mouth and groaned. Logan’s eyes darkened as he licked his lips, savouring it. The salty bitterness of Wade’s seed and the tang of copper from the blood it had mixed with was like discovering a new delicacy. One he’d like to indulge in more often now that he’d gotten a taste. Maybe he should accompany Wade on some missions in the future. Logan unzipped the top half of his suit to shrug it off and threw it God knows where. He didn’t care. As long as it wasn’t a risk to chafing Wade’s surprisingly sensitive skin – something he had come to realise the second time he got his hands on him after that moment on the roof all those months ago – he honestly couldn’t give a damn.

“Y’re gonna have to flip over Darlin’. Can y’do that for me?” Logan instructed, rubbing soothing circles into Wade’s thigh.

Wade keened in protest but nonetheless slowly manoeuvred himself with some assistance. His head rested on his forearms, pillowed by the under-shirt, and his ass was presented so deliciously to the older mutant. Logan tilted his head to the side as he took a moment appreciate the view. Wade’s ass was perfectly round and firm, Logan couldn’t help but to give it a squeeze with both hands before parting his cheeks. His hole was twitching and leaking copious amounts slick. Logan absent-mindedly licked his lips then lent down to swipe his tongue over the ring of muscle. His dick twitched at the taste of his mate’s wetness. If he thought his scent was intoxicating, that his cum was a delicacy, this taste… this was divine. Logan continued to lap at Wade’s entrance. It was that familiar sweetness but now mixed with spice and intensified threefold. Like he had found the most addictive chilli infused chocolate and he simply couldn’t get enough. Wade tried to wriggle and push back against him but Logan kept him in place with firm hands anchoring his hips. The younger man croaked a sob at the denial though it swiftly bled into a moan when Logan began to fuck his tongue into him.

“Logan. More.” Wade panted, “Please. I’m already plenty wet and loose. Promise.”

Logan was perfectly aware of that already. The lower half of his face was soaked and Wade’s hole gave no resistance to his insistent intrusion. This wasn’t an exercise of prep. No. This was for Logan’s indulgence plain and simple. A luxury he couldn’t remember the last time he had received in his original universe. The fact that it was yet again Wade giving him something he thought he’d never experience again only reinforced the idea that Wade was made for him. His cock and teeth ached to claim him properly. An endeavour he thought would be impossible but his baser self had still attempted during his Rut. But healing factor be damned; now Wade had awoken as an Omega perhaps…

With one last flat swipe of his tongue, Logan pulled away. He swiftly found the hidden zipper on the back of Wade’s suit and pulled it down then shoved the material down his arms like it had personally offended him. He ran a hand reassuringly over Wade’s back, the scarred skin hot under his touch. His other hand got to work releasing him from the confines of the lower half of his suit, which he pushed down to his knees. Mounting his mate, he lined himself up. Wade mewled beneath him as his cock’s head caught and teased his hole. He made sure it was thoroughly coated in his mate’s slick before releasing his pheromones once more with a new command: ‘Relax’. And just like the night of the proposal, Wade melted like butter beneath him as he pressed into his heat with a long dragged out moan.

“Fuck yes,” Wade sighed, “Ah-bout fucking time… Pun not intended.”

Logan chuckled as he pushed in deeper, until his length was fully seated down to the hilt. Trust Wade to still be cracking jokes with a cock in his ass. His perfect fucking idiot. All his.

“I said y’d have me didn’t I? Just had to be patient like a good boy,” Logan drawled, as he withdrew until just the tip was nestled inside and thrust back in to drive home his point. “Don’t worry, y’ll get my knot soon enough.”

Wade arched his back further, helping Logan to find the angle that would hit just right. A wanton cry from the merc as well as his sudden tightness let the Alpha know he had found it. With a satisfied grin Logan picked up the pace, one hand gripping Wade’s hip to help him rock against him; while the other pinned Wade’s upper body to the floor by his shoulders. Usually Logan welcomed Wade’s bratty behaviour, the battle for dominance would make his mate’s submission feel earned rather than expected. But right now, Logan understood Wade needed to be able to give up any and all control to him so that he could ease his heat. His eyes fell upon his under-shirt which was clutched in Wade’s hands, damp with drool and frustrated tears.

Logan lent over him, level with his ear. “Adorable. Y’ brought some of y’nest to work with y’.” He purred, “Used it to help y’self jerk off? Tell me, did y’use it to stroke y’cock? Get y’r cum all over it and got off on our combined scents?”

“Shit,” Wade gasped, “I didn’t- hah didn’t think of that. Oh that would’-ah been so hot.”

Logan nibbled his ear, distracting him enough to reach round and pull the white material from his loosened grip. Shirt now in hand, the older mutant grasped Wade’s cock and gave it a teasing tug.

“Shall we give it a try then, Darlin’?”

Wade whimpered and rut into the worn material as Logan continued jerk him off. Logan groaned, chasing his wet heat. The sound of Wade’s sweet moans and the slick clap of their bodies meeting as he drove into him were music to his ears.

“Cum, I know y’want to Princess. Get it all filthy for me.”

Nails raked against the carpeted flooring, pitched whines bleeding out from clenched teeth as Logan hardened his grip on Wade through the shirt. God he had become so deliciously tight around him. Fuck. Logan dropped his head to rest between the merc’s shoulders, sweat beading down from his hairline. A shuddered exhale. The shirt grew warm and wet in Logan’s hand. He could picture Wade’s face, brows pinched together, eyes shut and jaw slack. Shit if only he could’ve seen it for himself. Maybe later. Right now, he was on a mission.

Logan stilled, let go of Wade’s cock and shoved the soiled shirt back under Wade’s nose, “How’s that Darlin’? Bet it smells like our home, our bed. Can’t wait to get y’back there.”

“You… you make… it sound like… we never change… the sheets,” Wade rasped, slightly muffled from where he nuzzled back into the saturated material.

“Y’haven’t let me change the sheets this week Bubba,” Logan laughed softly, “Can’t believe I didn’t notice y’nesting sooner.”

“Stop… making fun… of me… and fuck me… like you mean it.” The Alpha could hear the pout in his voice. Smell the tang of his embarrassment.

Logan brought his arms to wrap around the front of Wade to grip onto both shoulders, “Mmm, I will. What was it y’said y’wanted me to do in that cabin? Oh yeah, knock y’up with a whole litter. Still want that Princess?”

Wade’s breathing hitched for a moment followed by squirming, “Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Peanut. I think… just those words alone… made me dry orgasm.”

Logan lapped at the sweat that had built up on the back of his neck as he began leisurely rolling his hips again, “Tell y’what I’m gonna do. I’m gonna take what I want from y’. I’ll stuff y’nice and full with my cum, y’ll get my knot just like y’begged and I’ll mark up this pretty neck of y’rs. Then when we’re ready, I’ll take y’back to the nest and we’ll keep going till it takes.”

Wade bucked up onto him, urging him to go faster, “Then stop fucking talking.”

He used his grip on Wade to speed up his thrusts, pulling the Omega to meet each demanding press. Let himself get lost in his mate’s pliant hole. His cock was saturated in slick by now making the glide impossibly smooth. The tops of his fucking thighs were soaked from Wade’s wetness. And it was all his. A growl resonated from deep in Logan’s chest at the slightest suggestion that anyone else could have him. Could touch him like this. No. His fingers dug into Wade’s shoulders, copper beading under his nails. Wade moaned and writhed, pinned under Logan’s body weight as yet another release was bullied out of him. The Alpha could feel his own approaching.

Logan slipped a hand free and pressed his thumb against where they were connected. He needed to prep Wade for what was to come. From what he had seen and heard before, taking a knot for the first time was never easy. Wade stiffened with a squeal at the intrusion. Logan dotted apologetic kisses across the expanse of his back as he removed his thumb and replaced it with two fingers.

“Y’re doing so well for me Darlin. Promise it’ll feel good real soon.”

He hooked the two digits upwards, easily catching on his abused prostate making Wade gasp and bite down on his shirt. Logan’s other hand snaked its way down Wade’s abdomen to rest over where he could feel himself moving inside him. There was something he had been meaning to try. He pressed down firmly and the merc spasmed around him as his back bowed into the touch.

“Logan. Fucking shit Lo-” He cried as another climax crashed over him.

This was it. The Alpha could feel his knot beginning to swell. He swiftly removed his fingers from his mate’s stretched hole and gripped his hips instead, pressing into him as deep as possible as he came. His fangs buried in the nape of Wade’s neck, his blood coating his tongue while he spilled into him. His eyes rolled back in sheer ecstasy, fulfilment. After a short while, Wade began to wriggle and whimper, clawing at the carpet like he was trying to escape. Logan growled and tightened his grip, pheromones flaring ‘Stay put’. His Omega stilled beneath him. Once his knot was fully inflated he released Wade from his jaws and lathed at the healing wound. A wound that was healing to resemble a bite mark instead of the usual swirling pattern of scars. Logan stared down at the mark, eyes wide. It… It worked. He claimed him… His mate. His! Truly his! He couldn’t stop his smile as he nuzzled into the mark. But Wade’s increasingly distressed whines and pants broke through his joy.

Carefully, Logan rolled the pair onto their sides, trying not to jostle them too much. They were going to be stuck like this for a time so may as well get comfortable. He pulled Wade against his chest, letting his fingers trail soothing patterns across his stomach, tracing the raises and dips of his skin.

“Shhh, need y’to be a good boy for me and try to relax. Won’t last long. Such a good boy Darlin’. Taking my knot so well just like I thought y’would,” He praised, peppering him with pecks.

Wade took a deep breath, “Feel so full. Swear you pumped a gallon of jizz into me just now. Felt like you weren’t gonna stop.” He looked down at himself, “Surprised I’m not even the slightest bit inflated like in the hentai manga I own. Or that werewolf Jungkook fic that was really popular a few years ago.”

Logan chuckled. Trust Wade to use humour to distract himself from discomfort. “Y’sound disappointed.”

“Maybe I am.”

“Don’t worry, if y’really want it, I’ll make sure y’r nice and round with our kits.”

Wade moaned, “Gonna make me barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen are you? I’m going to be fighting off sexually dissatisfied housewives on parent evenings you silver fox.”

“Y’might have to do that anyway when we help our Laura move onto a college campus.”

“They grow up so fast.”

“We got her as an adult.”

“That changes nothing.”

Logan rolled his eyes and opted not to keep this conversation going. Instead he chose to have a short nap, letting Wade’s chatter lull him to sleep. By the time he woke up, his knot had deflated and his mate was lightly snoring into his chest. Logan paused, watching Wade’s chest rise and fall in sleep. He brushed a thumb over the bite mark, still not quite able to believe it was there. However, even if Wade hated it tomorrow, the bond would linger—a scar even his healing factor couldn’t erase. He flexed his claws, wondering if regret could fester deeper than adamantium. He ever so gently moved Wade to the floor so he could stand and pull up his pants. Fishing his phone out his pocket, he noted it had only been about two hours since he had arrived. Laura had sent about fifty texts asking for updates on the situation.

[Wade’s safe. Will be on our way back soon. Go to bed, it’s late.]

Her reply came almost instantly.

[I expect an explanation when I wake up.]

Looking round, Logan finally took in the state of the office… and the decapitated corpse not six feet away from them. Seriously Wade? Couldn’t have chosen a spot further away or chucked it out the window? Now that he was aware of it, the room did smell heavily of copper-iron. With a somewhat suffering sigh, Logan fished the blanket out the duffle bag and draped it over his mate before he went about collecting up Wade’s clothes to stuff them in. No point in dressing him really. He made sure to collect the decapitated head and wrapped it up in the upper half of Wade’s suit. His own suit lay strewn in a puddle of dried blood, not that it mattered much with how much it got covered in earlier. Into the bag that went as well. Couldn’t risk being pulled over looking like a careless serial killer. He wasn’t that any more. Not in this world.

Shit. He would need to get time off work again. He quickly left a voicemail with his boss, apologising for the short notice but that his cancer patient partner has come down ill and bed-bound. Not entirely a lie.

Bag slung over his shoulders, Logan delicately lifted Wade into his arms making sure the blanket was secure around him and that he had the under-shirt tucked in there too. If Wade woke up on the journey home it would help to soothe him. He bridal carried his dozing mate out of the office, passed butchered corpses and out of the building into the car. He set him down on the tarp in the backseat before jogging back over to the warehouse to find something to set it ablaze with. Didn’t take too long with the sheer amount of preservative chemicals they had in storage. With that accomplished, he hopped into the drivers seat. The Honda’s engine growled to life, its familiar roar drowning out the faint crackle of the warehouse fire in the distance.

He caught himself staring at the mark in the rearview mirror, half-expecting Wade to flinch away. But his mate slept on, oblivious, one hand curled around Logan’s discarded shirt. The drive gave him time to reflect on the last few hours. And with reflection came questions. Chiefly: how on earth is Wade an Omega? It shouldn’t have been physically possible. There was only one group of people he was sure would have answers. Those fucking time-space bureaucrats at the TVA. Logan waited till he could pull over to dial the number they had given him when he changed his identity. He put the device on loud speaker but turned it down, he just liked to have his hands free in case anything happened.

“Hello?” A feminine voice answered.

“Hey, Wolverine here. Is there anyone there who might know about uh… someone spontaneously developing a secondary sex from a different universe?” Logan grumbled lowly as not to disturb Wade.

“Oh,” Confusion was clear in their voice, “That’s not something you hear everyday. Please hold as I patch you through to one of our scientists.”

Dreadful static-y nineteen-fifties music played, looping twice before someone else answered.

“Hello, Professor Belmounte here. I hear you have quite the interesting case. May I ask who the patient is?”

“He called himself Deadpool Prime, name is Wade Wilson.”

“Oh. Him. I know of him yeah. You helped him save the multiverse.”

Logan hummed in acknowledgement.

“So he’s developed a secondary sex. Most unusual. But hypothetically possible. Tell me, after the time-ripper did anything happen that might have led to an exchange of DNA?”

“Well,” Wade piped up behind him, clearly having been awake long enough to know what they were talking about, “I did have a rather romantic bloody kiss with my Logi-bear immediately afterwards. Then about twenty-four hours later I was swallowing his baby-batter. But you know all this dear author.”

Logan cleared his throat, he could feel the tips of his ears turning red.

“Well there’s your answer. Anti-matter exposure destabilized your cellular structure. Your healing factor compensated by integrating genetic material from Logan—secondary sex traits, in this case—to repair the gaps. Essentially, you’ve absorbed his biology. The mixing of your DNA with secondary sex biology has led to you presenting as an Omega. That’s all. Well, good luck. I have work to do.”

The line abruptly cut.

“Science, gotta love it.” Wade quipped.

Logan glanced back at him through the rearveiw mirror. He looked exhausted.

“Go back to sleep Bubba, we’re nearly home.”

“Sorry, no can do Peanut. This new handy-dandy bond of ours woke me up. You’re worried about something. I can feel it.” Wade leant forward and poked his shoulder playfully.

Logan’s grip on the steering wheel tightened, threatening to leave indents of his fingers in his wake, “Are you sure you wanted this? I know its too late now but this bond… its forever Wade. And for us forever is a long time.”

“You’re mine now till the heat death of the universe. So what.” He caught a glimpse of Wade shrugging, “Let me plough your ass and I’d happily try to mark you up Honey Badger. Why would I regret this when, as I said before, we’re engaged to be legally wed? Now we’re biologically wed through the mystical wonders of Omegaverse.”

A hand came to rest of his shoulder, squeezing it reassuringly. Logan’s chest tightened, but Wade’s hand on his shoulder grounded him. For the first time in centuries, the weight of forever didn’t feel like a chain—it felt like a promise.

I’m glad that there were readers in the comments who connected the dots.

I can’t believe you’ve done this to me.

Did what?

Made me a whimpering whiny bitch in heat! Come on, what gives?

The heat scene was the original idea for this fic. From the very first sentence, your fate was sealed my dude. Can’t believe I originally intended these past five chapters to have been a oneshot. The AO3 curse would’ve killed me.

And you inserted yourself into the narrative! How dare you!

Oh fuck off. Keep up the attitude and watch how chapter six turns out for you.

#deadpool and wolverine #poolverine #deadclaws #deadpool

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Pulling Through

The weight of Jax's situation settles deeper every day, and his walls are starting to crumble. Luckily, he has a friend who wants to help!

Lee!Jax x Ler!Reader (Platonic)

CW: Angst and fluff. This is a tickle story, so if that's not your thing, move on by!

TW: Mentions of suicidal ideation, panic attack. Continue at your own discretion.

It had been...Who knows how many years. Time didn't seem to move the same in the Circus. Everyone found their own ways to cope, even if it was going mad like Kinger. Jax had...the most annoying method, to say the least.

Nobody in the Circus particularly liked Jax. He was rude and arrogant and seemed to find joy in tormenting the others. His lack of empathy only added to the cast's ire. He especially loved harassing the newest member, Y/N.

The new member frequently awoke to a spatula hitting a pot above their head or tripped over the rabbit's foot while walking through the halls. Whenever they confronted him about it, he just snickered and brushed their irritations aside.

But recently, it was...different. He was more snappy and short over stupid things or ignored actual irritations. Y/N found themself being able to get a full night's sleep without waking to some terrifying sound. It was...suspicious.

After an irritating adventure of working at a fast food joint, Jax slunk off to his room without a word, his ears drooping slightly. Zooble looked over in confusion.

"What's his problem?" they questioned.

"Erm. I kinda put him through a lot..." Gangle answered.

Everyone stared at Jax until he disappeared, and then got back to chatting casually. Y/N looked around a bit.

"Wait...What about Jax?" they interrupted. Ragatha shrugged.

"He'll be ok. He goes through slumps every now and then. He always bounces back." She made a face. "Ugh. And he'll be twice as obnoxious when he does."

As everyone got back to chatting, Y/N remained silent, still unsettled by the rabbit's subdued behavior. They quietly excused themself and headed down the hall to Jax's room. They stopped in front of the door and stared at the logo of the rabbit.

They sigh. "What the %#!? am I doing...?" They knocked hesitantly. "Jax? Are you in there?"

There was a silence before Jax answered. "Get lost, loser."

"I'm coming in."

"Hey, I said-!" He cut off as they opened the door and stepped inside. They were shocked to find Jax sitting on the bed defensively and quickly wiping his face with the back of his hand. As they looked around, they saw a pile of keys in a corner and what looked like crumbled papers with- maybe maps?- in the other. He did not look good at all.

Jax snarled a little in frustration. "I thought I said 'get lost.' What do you want?"

Y/N took a shaky breath and stepped in a little further. "I just...wanted to check on you. You seemed a little quiet after we got back."

The rabbit huffed and turned his back to them. "I'm fine. Just tired." Based on the way his voice wavered a little, he was clearly lying.

They slowly walked over and sat next to him on the bed. Surprisingly, he didn't deck her in the face with a fist. "I'm worried about you, Jax. You've been spiraling a few days now, and I don't want you to...you know..."

Jax stayed silent a second, staring at his lap with a look of pure hopelessness. It was the most vulnerable Y/N had ever seen him. They both sat in silence a few minutes before Jax finally spoke up, trying to sound defensive.

"I can't remember how long I've been in here," he muttered. Y/N hesitated before setting a hand on his shoulder, causing him to stiffen a little.

"I'm...I'm sorry..." Y/N whispered. Jax shrugged a little.

"It's fine..." Silence fell over the room again for a long several minutes before he spoke up again. "I just...How am I supposed to keep hanging on when there's no hope of escape whatsoever? How can I...how do..." He goes quiet and shakes a little.

Y/N rubbed his shoulder gently. "I know...I'm sure it's hard, but I'm here for you..." They frowned when they got no response. "...Jax?"

The rabbit was shaking intensely and covered his mouth, starting to hyperventilate. Y/N's eyes widened and they stopped rubbing his shoulder. "Jax..."

"I can't...I'm abstracting..." he gasped out. He gripped Y/N's sleeve. "Help...I'm abstracting...HELP!"

Y/N jolted and put their hands on his shoulders to steady him. "You're not abstracting. You're panicking. Focus on my voice," they said soothingly Jax pressed his face to their shoulder and panted in fear, trembling. His companion carefully wrapped their arms around him, making sure it didn't cause him to panic more.

The two of them sat in silence for several long minutes, Y/N occasionally muttering soothing words. Jax's breath finally evened out and he sighed deeply.

"Feeling better...?" Y/N asked. The rabbit nodded against their shoulder.

"Yeah...Thanks." His voice started showing a bit of defensiveness again, but he didn't stop leaning against them. Y/N smiled a little and ran their hand over one of his ears comfortingly.

"Anytime, Ja-" They cut off as Jax made a weird noise, something between a yelp and a squeal. Curious, Y/N ran their hand against the back of his ear again.

"H-hey! Don't do that!" Jax snickered. Y/N grinned.

"Oh? Are you ticklish?" they asked in amusement.

"No. Shut up." There was a moment of silence as they stared at each other. Then suddenly, Y/N pounced on him and dug their fingers in his ribs. He squealed and let out some involuntary laughs.

"I knew it! You are ticklish!" Y/N declared.

"S-Stop it! Y/N! Get ohohoff!" His legs started kicking out as they skittered their fingers up to his armpits. "NO! DON'T YOU DARE!"

Y/N snickered and teasingly wiggled their fingers up under his arms. "Oh? Why's that? A little ticklish here?"

Jax threw his head back with hysterical giggles, slamming his arms tightly against his sides. His legs kicked at Y/N desperately.

"YOHOU %#?!ER!" he cried. "Nono wait not there NOT THERE!" He let out a loud squeal as Y/N found the sweet spot just under his armpits.

Y/N laughed. "Oh? Not here? Why not? It sounds like you love it?"

Jax went red and covered his face. "I doho nohohot! Shut uhup!"

"Oh yeah? You look awfully red there. Coochicoochicooo!"

The rabbit squealed and twisted in an attempt to escape the fingers skittering up and down his ribs. "Please! Please! Stahahaaaaap!" His eyes were watering from laughter.

Y/N finally let up with a giggle, sitting up next to him. "Fine. I guess I'll let you go." They smiled down at him, noticing the look of genuine happiness on his face as he panted for breath.

"Never...do that...again," Jax panted. Y/N raised an eyebrow.

"Hmmm. I dunno. We'll see," they answered. Their smirk became a gentle smile. "If you ever need to vent or blow off steam, just let me know. I'll never tell anyone about it." Jax blinked in surprise.

"Hm...Ok..." he muttered. He crossed his arms and looked away, putting up a defensive front again, but he still sounded a little amused. "Just...I swear, don't go doing that again."

Y/N grinned and wiggled their fingers in his direction. "We'll see...we'll see"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This was my first story, so I hope y'all like it! <3

#tadc jax #lee!jax #ler!reader #my boy needs a hug

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