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stargirl-in-dilfspace · 1 month ago
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It Will Come Back - Logan Howlett x f!reader
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[a/n: hi!! It’s been a minute but your girl is back with some good ol’ wolvie. another joel fic is in the works, and possible a part two to this one depending on feedback <3 love yall]
Warnings: angst, brief smut (NSFW), cage fighting, alcohol, cigar, mention of cat death :(
Content/themes: angst! cage fighter!logan, bartender!reader, not really an age gap idk I see reader as a full grown established adult, based of the hozier song, reader & lo hookup in this chapter but don’t get together, fear of love, mild smut, big stray cat metaphor, possible mutant!reader, reader has a sexy car so, brief section on their backseat of her car sex, the claws come out (or did they?), idiots who deserve comfort and love and need to recover from years of trauma to love each other because they are meant for each other
Summary: A stray Wolverine finds his way into your bar looking for the cage fights. But you both find something you swore off a long time ago. [1.3k words]
You knew better. You’d known better since you were told at age 7 not to feed the stray because he’d keep coming back. But you never really learned your lesson, since that cat proved to be the sweetest of them all. He’d curl up to you when you left your window open at night, push up against your legs in the backyard when you’d come home from school, hiss at any other person or animal. That’s why they put him down, when the neighborhood decided he was too aggressive.
Love like that wasn’t something you'd ever find again. The unconditional protectiveness you received all from simply feeding a stray with your kindness. And that's how you got him killed.
Never again.
To say your love life was parallel to a nun’s would be an over exaggeration. No man had ever drawn in your love the way a stray could.
The tragedy that is a stray.
Maybe you gravitated to working in this bar because everyone here was a stray. Everyone an orphan, who was someone’s, once. It helped that the cage fights were rather entertaining. Watching grown men lose their shit over losing bets, dealing out drinks left and right, everyone who came through had a level of respect for you, everyone’s favorite bartender.
“What can I get you?” Your voice flowed with the familiar words, watching the new face turn up to make eye contact with you, a cigar hanging from his lips, a good head of hair and a worn face.
“You the lady to talk to about getting in on these fights?” He asked, giving you a questioning eyebrow.
“No, Jimmy takes all the bets around here, pudgy guy, beard, back right.” You pointed past him, to Jimmy. Instead of following your finger, he gently waved his hand, looking back at you.
“No, are you the lady to talk to about fighting?” He rephrased, and you grinned. Fresh meat, right?
“Sure, I need a name.” You replied with the grin still on your lips. He looked fit, you wondered if he’d be getting his shit rocked in the cage within the hour. Or preferably by you, and not in that cage.
“Logan.”
“I need a fighting name. Privacy, and whatever.”
“Wolverine.” He puffed out the cigar’s smoke, a smell that this place already reeked of.
“The Wolverine, that's a new one. Welcome.” You smiled more genuinely, waving over one of the announcers, alerting them to your newest competitor. “Can I get you a drink, while you wait?”
“No, just the fights.” He replied, observing you in a way that made it seem like he was taking all of you in.
“Sure you can take more than one round in the ring?” You tilted your head a bit, observing him in the same way, the tension something burning that you squeezed as you spoke, as if it’d choke him up.
“You’d be surprised.” He cracked a grin, you almost wanted to take that in a different way with the way his eyes lingered on you.
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You weren’t exactly surprised that he was a good fighter, but it's been 3 hours of continuous beatings, without a cut or a bruise to show for it, he liked to make eye contact with you, doing some dance on that tightrope you were both walking this evening. You wouldn’t complain about the view, since he started he’d shed the jacket and shirt he’d had on. It helped that he won every fight, with a somewhat practiced ease, which made plenty of viewers upset for the losses of their bets.
As the night winded down, bets closed, drunks left angry or big winners. Some frequent patrons lingered on your stools, or in the seats. You watched Logan return to the same stool as earlier.
“Would our very own Wolverine like a beer?” You offered again, wiping up some spilled beer on your bartop.
“Logan’s fine. And yeah, hun, whatever you’ve got in a bottle.” You were used to terms of endearment used by men for you around here, but nothing like the way it fell off of his lips. It made something burn in your body, a sense of nervousness and excitement, that had you grabbing the first bottle you could for him.
You popped the top, moving it over yout bartop into his hand, and part of you wanted to ask how he was unscathed from all the beatings he’d supposedly taken.
“Anything else, Logan?” You asked, more soft than you intended, taking in his appearance. What was it about this particular stray that you felt needed you? Like the way your neighborhood one had? It felt pathetic, the way you tried to straighten yourself out after the slip of your voice.
“No, darlin’. Unless you’ve got a name for me?” He grinned the same way he had earlier, and you could feel the blush dusting your cheeks.
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That’s how you made it to the backseat of your black 67’ Ford Galaxie, being fucked like you don’t think you ever have been. Something about digging your fingernails into his skin, the way you couldn’t even see any indents with how hard you pressed, maybe it was the dark? Your legs wrapped around his hips, secured by one strong arm, the other holding himself up above you, buried in your hair. He didn’t seem the affectionate type, maybe you were wrong.
You were so lost, you couldn’t distinguish the small praises and growls on his breath, even if they met your ears like a goddamn symphony.
Something made you make eye contact with him that night, making what should've been a regular hookup into something much more intimate than it should be.
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Maybe he shouldn't have looked into your eyes that night. Maybe he shouldn't have given himself a taste of something he should never have deserved once in his life.
But he did.
And by the time you were asleep on him, maybe he should have woken you up, told you he should go. Maybe he should have denied himself the tug you had on something deep inside him, what could be a tug on the heart he swore he didn't have.
But he didn't.
And in the morning when you said goodbyes, it wasn't nearly as awkward as it should've been, at least to him, he liked watching over you that night. He craved that tugging he felt inside of himself to curl up with you, so close you couldn't ever leave him, so close that he would let nothing hurt you.
After years of losing every person he’d ever loved, some wall stayed built, a locked door that kept him out of the warmth of your embrace.
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You figured you wouldn't see him again for a long time, he’d told you he was a wanderer, traveling from place to place, with no home to call his own.
He reminded you of that stray cat, and maybe you should've ran the moment you felt like you needed to give him comfort and the home he deserved. You swore you’d never let someone who needed you die again.
But this was a man, a man whose mind had to be wired differently than a cat’s. But something told you part of it wasn't wired differently, the something that heard to skint of metal in the dark of your backseat when he’d damn near growled and come with you.
If the man wasn’t like your stray, why did he have the claws to prove that he was? You reminded yourself that was your imagination, because just as you turned your head to the sound, the glimmer of metal was a figment of your fucked-out mind, not really slipping back between his knuckles.
Hung up on a hookup? How pathetic. You’d never see this man again, he'd never stumble into your bar again, looking for a fight, and finding you instead.
Finding something neither of you wanted to give a name, yowling at the door you stayed on either side of, pleading to come in.
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[a/n: I LOVED writing this!!! PLEASE let me know if you enjoyed, it’s much appreciated PLUS it will help me know if yall want another part to their story <3]
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assiraphales · 1 year ago
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I love when the anime reinforces how similar luffy n zoro are by highlighting that they have traits the other is more notorious for. luffy getting lost all the time/having a truly terrible sense of direction. zoro getting bored easily when there’s nothing going on / that time he called a conversation he’d been apart of for five seconds boring. luffy taking naps when he’s injured / in the worst places. zoro getting mad when someone tries to control him or tell him what to do. they’re already so alike (loving a good fight, sense of humor, dumbasses, not taking showers, their dreams, laughing in the face of danger) but they said WAIT!! there’s MORE!
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im-still-watching-anime · 1 year ago
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sasuke, saying his vows: you’re the only one that i’d ever even consider that might be able to beat me in a fight
naruto, tearing up: omg….sasuke…..
sakura, also tearing up from the audience: this is the least romantic shit i have ever seen in my entire life i hate them so much
literally everyone else watching: what the fuck…….
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alexdoesntknow · 1 year ago
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@sugarsnapdragon
two very good fictional relationship dynamics:
1. i would find you and love you in every universe. our love is inevitable and transcends reality as we understand it
2. this is the only universe where the dominos fell exactly right so that we could fall in love. we have something unique and we have overcome so much to get here
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hinamie · 2 months ago
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"I'll show you every day that choosing to live was worth it"
some of my favourite scenes from @hijinks-n-lowjinks' fic things i would miss from the other side . this fic tore my heart out fr but like in a good way and i wanted to pay it homage the only way i know how <3
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pfudorqueen · 1 year ago
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Why do I always have the most gut-wrenching, heart-melting heart to heart with my best friend when we’re watching RuPaul Drag Race (France) together?
My heart is still so full from last Friday, I feel like joy is sipping out of my skin in waves.
Finally saying out loud that I never knew what it was to be loved unconditionally until him, that I never knew friendship could be so sweet, that I never knew someone would love me as much as I love them one day, how every previous friendship suddenly felt dull, revealing themselves for what they were: me liking the other way more than they liked me.
I can still feel my throat closing and eyes watering as I looked at him and told him how warm our friendship feels, how it made me realize that I *was* deserving of more.
I love him so much. And the best thing is, I know he loves me just has much. So when I feel unlovable, disposable, unimportant and worthless, I hear my therapist voice telling me “there are people who chose you”, and then I think of his eyes looking into my soul that night a few months ago in this dim-lit bar, shining with his emotions he never really shows, telling me that there’s only two people on this earth he’d do anything to right any wrongs with (and knowing how much it means, from someone who cuts others from his life in a heartbeat), and I remember that I’m loved, cherished, prioritized, and chosen day after day by him.
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bluerosefox · 2 months ago
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A DPxDC soulmate au idea
So DCverse is a soulmate world (pick any soulmate way btw, words, touch, drawings on the skin, can't see color(s) until they see or touch them, etc etc)
DPverse doesn't.
Meaning Danny wasn't born with a soulmark BUT he gets one after becoming a halfa because he is now connected to the Infinite Realms.
SO its during another one of Vlad's schemes, he's popping into different worlds and stealing things or something like that (basically like that one ep where Danny chases Vlad through the timeline after he stole Frostbite's map)
During the chase they pop out into the DCverse in one of the hero cities (pick any, not picky on which) and their fight is getting a bit out of hand (Vlad's fault, he's using the stuff he's been stealing, and Danny is doing his best to getting innocent people from getting hurt)
ANYWAYS during the fight, one of the cities hero's come to try to help/find out whats going on when Danny is hit by Vlad and gets tossed at them. The moment they either touch or Danny/Soulmate says something to the other, Danny feels the odd mark on him burn up and is MEGA confused on whats going on but decides to do what he does best.
Ignore it for now. He'd figure it out later he still needs to stop Vlad.
He apologizes to the other hero and gets back into his fight, missing the look of complete smitten awe/shock said hero had on their face.
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hellcifrogs · 6 months ago
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My two favorite things!! RWBY and Sakura! Thanks @thanatos-nightshade .
As much as gauntlets similar to Yang's could fit her beautifully, I just can't seem let go of Sakura using her big ass axes! I also imagined her semblance being "Healing", but she only figures it out later on and all throughout the academy years she'd try to compensate her lack of skill by using these huge exaggerated weapons - little did anyone realize that her abnormal strength to use said weapons was already her own body healing itself as she overexerted her muscles beyond its limits.
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kedreeva · 3 months ago
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At some point in your life, there will be a moment where exactly - or near exactly - half the people in the world are younger than you, and half the people are older.
And I think that moment should be the one your soulmate Mark appears at, not at birth or puberty or something. Both because at birth is kind of boring but it's also very you-centric and soulmates are about the thing outside of you being a part of you, and I think it would be nice to include The World.
But also I think it would have fascinating implications for scientific and social studies. Longevity trends tracked by the average age soul marks appear. Tragedies causing a rash of recent marks to disappear (because the people are no longer the middle). Marks appearing early during baby booms.
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lilblucat · 8 months ago
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Right person, wrong time.
Lifted off one of my fics.
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divineandmajesticinone · 2 months ago
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Doku Koi: Doku mo Sugireba Koi to Naru (2024) I EP. 2
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takethelx3 · 1 month ago
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Take your pick, which is scarier: the guy with the sword [sword not pictured], or the guy getting mad at you for hurting the guy with the sword?
There's not so much of a cohesive storyline on this one, just.. Damian getting injured in a large-scale attack and Jon rushing immediately from the other side of the city to be like, "D is this guy bothering you?"
[omg me when I realise I didn't put a mask on Damian HAHA it's uhhh it's intentional uhhhhhhhh it's an artistic choice uhhhhhh imagine he's wearing it rn HAHA]
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khaopybara · 4 months ago
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❝When you're done with the puzzle, you'll realize how meaningful the image is to our relationship.❞
LINGLING SIRILAK as FAHLADA THANANUSAK and ORM KORNNAPHAT as EARN SANITHADA episode 5 of THE SECRET OF US
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starrypawu · 3 months ago
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au in which dark ended up alive, and tsc has the task of making these two talk to eachother so that the outernet and alan's pc dont get instantly destroyed
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all-purpose-dish-soap · 4 months ago
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real quick. to the the anon in my inbox a few weeks back asking about how free use medic came to be the agreed-upon method of stress relief for the whole of 141: i love you, you're perfect, i'm not ignoring you; i am drafting in direct response. several things.
at the anon who sent me the ask minutes ago about a particular au with Soap: good god. good god. i have 8 solid hours of meetings tomorrow and that's all i'm gonna be thinking about. thank you for the brain rot. rip.
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liltaireissocute · 3 months ago
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[PERC'ILDAN]
lol
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