#Where was I gonna pull $200 out from anyways?

[kazorashi]

Asking discord bots to help me make a decision and it’s not working in my favor 💔

[mcrdvcks]

what are hands for?

chapter summary: After an offhand comment from your father shakes your confidence, you find yourself spiraling into self-doubt.

word count: 2.4k+

pairing: Logan Howlett x fem!reader

notes: i'm not even gonna lie, this is extremely self-indulgent. i've barely been home for a week and my dad's already called me fat once and it definitely won't be the last time

anyways, i basically wrote this for myself but i thought i'd share it because i know for some people, being home for the holidays is rough! and the only thing i need is for logan to tell me he loves me and everything would be perfect

warnings/tags: insecure!reader, reader has a brother, skipping meals, implied that reader has received rude comments from family before, reader describes herself as 5'7" and over 200 lbs one time (like i said, self-indulgent), curvy!reader, angst, fluff

You have always had mixed feelings about going to your parents’ house for the holidays, or even during your breaks during college. You loved home, it was where you grew up so naturally you were supposed to love it.

But you also hated it. Hated the comments, the looks, the yelling—all of it.

And somehow here you were, standing in your parent’s quaint house, your younger brother and his girlfriend already in the dining room helping your mom with dinner while your dad greeted you and Logan.

"Hey, kiddo," your dad said, pulling you into a quick, half-hearted hug before turning to Logan with a small smile. "Logan. Good to see you again."

Logan gave a polite nod. "Good to see you too, sir."

Your dad’s gaze flicked between the two of you for a moment before gesturing toward the dining room. "Everyone’s in there. Why don’t you join them? Dinner’s almost ready."

Logan looked at you briefly, a silent check-in, before heading off. "I’ll go see if they need help," he murmured, squeezing your hand lightly as he passed.

The air shifted the second Logan stepped out of earshot. Your dad turned back to you, giving you a once-over that was a little too long for comfort.

"You’ve put on a little weight, haven’t you?" he asked, his tone casual, as if he hadn’t just landed a verbal punch to your gut. "Must be all that mansion food."

Your chest tightened, heat creeping up your neck. You opened your mouth to respond—what, you weren’t sure—but he didn’t wait for an answer. He just patted your shoulder like it was nothing, muttered something about checking on the turkey, and walked off, leaving you standing there alone.

In the back of your mind, you knew you should’ve put on a different shirt, this one was just a tad bit too tight. But it was one of Logan’s favorite’s, so you didn’t pay too much attention to it.

You pulled on your blouse a few times, trying to get it to not stick to your stomach before walking into the dining room like you always did when you were younger, with a fake smile.

---

You huffed, yanking the seventh shirt over your head and tossing it onto the growing pile on the bed. Nothing looked right—nothing felt right. Every shirt clung too much, hung awkwardly, or just didn’t sit right. And with each outfit failure, the voice in your head grew louder, echoing your dad’s casual remark.

You tugged at the hem of your tank top, staring at your reflection in the mirror with narrowed eyes. “Stupid,” you muttered, turning to the side to inspect your profile. “It’s just a shirt. It’s fine.” But it didn’t feel fine.

After another long minute, you grabbed a loose hoodie from the closet and pulled it on, letting it drown you. It wasn’t what you’d planned to wear, but at least it hid everything you didn’t want to see.

You made your way downstairs to the kitchen to grab a quick breakfast before your class. On the counter were a box of donuts, and without thinking you grabbed the two you normally did in a napkin and made your way out.

But not before pausing at the doorway, a bite already taken out of one donut as you looked down at the food in your hand. You took another bite and threw both away, making your way to your classroom before the kids got there.

You got to the classroom a good twenty minutes early, dropping your bag onto the desk with a sigh. The hoodie you’d thrown on still felt too heavy, too obvious, but you didn’t have the energy to deal with it right now. The two bites of the donut you’d managed to eat sat like a stone in your stomach.

You busied yourself setting up for the day, pulling worksheets out of your bag and lining them up on the desk. It wasn’t much, but focusing on something, anything, kept your mind from wandering too far down the spiral. The kids would be filing in soon, their chatter filling the space, and that would make it easier. It always did.

But for now, the silence was suffocating.

There was a soft knock on the doorframe, and you looked up, expecting one of the students. Instead, it was Ororo. She leaned casually against the frame, a warm, curious smile on her face.

“Morning, Y/N,” she greeted, stepping into the room. “You’re here early. Everything okay?”

You forced a smile, nodding as you shuffled a few papers around unnecessarily. “Yeah, just… wanted to get a head start. You know how Mondays are.”

Ororo tilted her head, clearly unconvinced but kind enough not to push. “If you say so,” she said, her tone light but probing. Her gaze swept over you, lingering for just a second on the oversized hoodie before she caught herself. “Well, let me know if you need anything.”

“Will do. Thanks, ‘Ro.” You gave her another tight-lipped smile, hoping it looked more convincing than it felt.

She hesitated for a beat before nodding and stepping back into the hallway. As soon as she was gone, you let out a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding.

The classroom slowly came to life as the students trickled in, their energy filling the room and pushing your thoughts to the background. By the time the lesson was underway, you were almost able to pretend nothing was wrong. Almost.

It wasn’t until later that day, during lunch, that it all came rushing back. The teachers’ lounge was unusually crowded, laughter and conversations bouncing off the walls. You slipped in quietly, grabbing a bottle of water and a granola bar from the counter before finding a corner to sit in.

From across the room, Logan caught your eye. He was leaning back in one of the chairs, arms crossed, but the second he saw you, his expression softened. He gave you a small nod—his way of checking in. You nodded back, offering a faint smile.

You didn’t miss the way his brow furrowed slightly, though, or the way his gaze lingered for just a moment too long before he turned back to his conversation with Scott. It wasn’t like Logan to hover or push, but you knew he noticed things. And he never let them go.

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After classes you went into the kitchen to put your mug in the sink from hours ago. Out of habit, you grabbed a few cookies Ororo had made yesterday before stopping yourself.

You stared at the cookies in your hand, your frown deepening as your dad’s words replayed in your mind like a broken record. Your stomach churned, and for a moment, you felt like throwing the cookies straight into the trash.

“What’d those cookies ever do to you, darlin’?” Logan’s voice startled you from your thoughts. You turned to see him leaning casually against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his chest. His gaze wasn’t accusing, just… observant.

You hesitated, gripping the cookies tighter. “Nothing,” you muttered, trying to sound nonchalant. “Just… wasn’t really hungry.”

Logan raised an eyebrow, pushing off the doorframe to step into the kitchen. “Didn’t seem like you were thinkin’ about that a second ago,” he said, his tone teasing but gentle. “Something on your mind?”

You shook your head quickly, putting the cookies back on the plate. “Nope. Just tired. Long day.”

He didn’t look convinced. Logan had a way of reading you like an open book, and you hated it sometimes. Hated how hard it was to hide from him, even when you wanted to.

“Darlin’…” His voice was softer now, his hand reaching out to brush yours. “What’s goin’ on?”

You sighed, leaning against the counter and crossing your arms. “It’s nothing, Logan. Seriously.”

He stepped closer, tilting his head to meet your eyes. “Y/N, you know I don’t buy that. You’ve been off since we got back from your folks’ place.” His voice was low, steady. “Talk to me.”

You hesitated, chewing the inside of your cheek. The last thing you wanted was to unload all this on him. But the look in his eyes—genuine, steady, patient—made it impossible to deflect.

“It’s just… something my dad said,” you admitted finally, your voice barely above a whisper.

Logan’s jaw tightened, his expression hardening. “What’d he say?”

“It’s not a big deal—”

“Y/N.” His tone was firm, but not unkind. “What’d he say?”

You exhaled sharply, avoiding his gaze. “He… made a comment about my weight,” you mumbled, feeling your face heat up. “Said I’ve been eating too much mansion food.”

Logan’s expression darkened, his brows knitting together. “He said that?” His voice was low, dangerous. You nodded, still not looking at him. “That’s bullshit,” he muttered, his hands clenching into fists at his sides.

“It’s not—he didn’t mean it like that,” you tried to defend weakly, though you weren’t sure why. “It’s just how he is. And, it’s not like he’s wrong either, I could lose some weight. I’m 5’7” and over 200 pounds, and sometimes my old pants don’t even go over my thighs or hips. And—”

Logan held up a hand, cutting you off gently but firmly. “Alright, stop. Just stop.” His voice was low, steady, but there was a protective edge to it. “First off, I don’t give a damn what your old pants fit like. And second, your dad? He’s got no right to talk to you like that. None.”

You opened your mouth to argue, but Logan stepped closer, tilting his head to meet your gaze. “Nope. Not hearin’ it, Y/N. You’re sittin’ here pickin’ yourself apart ‘cause of some stupid thing he said, and that’s not fair. Not to you.”

“But he’s not wrong,” you muttered, looking away. “I mean, look at me. I’m—”

“Perfect,” Logan interrupted, his voice firm. “You’re perfect. And I don’t wanna hear you say otherwise.”

You scoffed, shaking your head. “You’re just saying that.”

“Do I look like the kind of guy who just says things?” Logan shot back, raising an eyebrow. “Princess, I’m the last person to sugarcoat anything.”

You hesitated, your arms crossed tightly over your chest. Logan sighed, stepping closer and resting his hands lightly on your hips. “Y/N, you’re strong. You’re smart. And yeah, you’ve got curves—and I happen to like ‘em. A lot.”

Your face heated at his words, but Logan wasn’t done. He gave your hips a gentle squeeze, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “You think I’d be standin’ here, chasin’ after you, if I didn’t think you were incredible? Come on now.”

“I’m not fishing for compliments, Logan,” you said quietly, still not quite meeting his eyes.

“I know you’re not,” he replied. “But I’m givin’ ‘em anyway, ‘cause you need to hear it. And because it’s the damn truth.”

You couldn’t help but let out a small laugh, despite yourself. Logan grinned, clearly pleased to have gotten a reaction out of you. “There’s that smile,” he said softly, brushing a strand of hair out of your face. “Missed that.”

The knot in your chest loosened just a bit, and you let out a shaky sigh. “Thanks, Logan,” you murmured. “I just… I don’t feel like myself sometimes, you know?”

“I get it,” Logan said, his voice softer now. “We all got our crap to deal with. But you don’t gotta deal with it alone. Not when I’m here.”

You gave him a small nod, the corners of your mouth twitching upward. Logan’s smirk returned, and his hands slid from your hips to the curve of your thighs, his fingers grazing lightly. “Besides,” he said, his tone turning teasing, “you know what these thighs are for, right?”

You blinked, caught off guard. “What?”

He grinned, his hands squeezing gently before lifting you up. “For my hands. Nothin’ else they need to do, far as I’m concerned.”

You yelped in surprise, grabbing onto his shoulders. “Logan! Put me down!”

“Nope,” he said, a smug grin plastered on his face. “Not until you stop talkin’ nonsense about yourself.”

You glared at him, though the heat rushing to your cheeks betrayed your indignation. “I’m serious, Logan. I’m not exactly lightweight—”

“Good thing I’m not exactly weak,” he interrupted smoothly, his grin widening. “You think a couple extra pounds are gonna make me break a sweat? Sweetheart, I’ve fought Sentinels and lived to tell the tale. Trust me, I got this.”

You groaned, your hands tightening on his shoulders as he adjusted his grip, holding you securely. “This is ridiculous.”

“What’s ridiculous is you thinkin’ you’re anything less than perfect,” Logan countered, his tone softening just a bit. “Now, you gonna stop beatin’ yourself up, or am I gonna have to carry you around all day until you do?”

“Logan, we’re in the kitchen,” you hissed, glancing toward the doorway. “What if someone walks in?”

“Let ‘em,” he said with a shrug. “Not like they don’t already know you’re my girl.” He leaned in closer, his nose brushing against yours. “Besides, anyone’s got a problem with me lovin’ on you? They can take it up with me.”

You huffed, but your lips twitched into a reluctant smile. “You’re impossible.”

“Yeah, but you like me anyway,” he teased, setting you down gently but keeping his hands on your hips. “Now, what do you say we grab those cookies and actually enjoy ‘em? ‘Ro made ‘em for us, after all.”

Your gaze flicked to the plate of cookies, and for a moment, doubt crept back in. But Logan’s steady hands on your hips and the unwavering warmth in his eyes grounded you. “Okay,” you said softly. “Let’s eat the cookies.”

“That’s my girl,” Logan said, pressing a kiss to your forehead before reaching for the plate. He handed you one, grabbing one for himself, and took a big bite, chewing with exaggerated enthusiasm. “Damn, these are good. Think she’d notice if we finished the whole plate?”

You laughed, the sound lighter than it had felt all day. “Pretty sure she’d kill us.”

“Worth it,” he said with a smirk, taking another bite.

You rolled your eyes but bit into your cookie, letting the sweetness melt on your tongue. For the first time in what felt like days, the weight on your chest eased just a little.

And when Logan leaned in to steal a crumb from the corner of your mouth, you couldn’t even find it in yourself to protest.

[usagiarchive]

dumb tactics — jing yuan x reader

sypnosis. [ 0.3k words. fluff. established relationship ] — a game, a whistle, a kiss.

usagi's note: i haven't written in a while bcs i was caught up in academics, but i swear ive been cooking, like i have a rlly good upcoming plot so im very excited!! see more of my rambles after the fic, enjoy!!

“Your turn, A-Yuan,” you say as you drop your piece on the board.

It had been another one of those restful afternoons where the two of you simply basked in each other's presence. Today included a game of starchess.

Your lover looked seconds away from falling asleep so you called his name once again.

“Mhm,” he simply hummed, yawned, then moved his piece, “My love, do you know how to whistle?”

You raise an eyebrow, “Whistle…?” you echoed as you moved another piece.

“Yes,” he moves and takes one of your pieces. “I heard from Qingzu that whistling makes birds feel safe enough to rest next to humans,” he says, then stops to listen to the flock of birds you keep in the garden.

“Well yes, I do know how to,” you say as you take a piece of his.

Jing Yuan turns to look at you expectantly, using his signature pleading look.

You roll your eyes as you breathe out a laugh, “Alright, fine,”

You whistle a tune you know and wait for the birds… but nothing… happened?

You turn to look up and find the little creatures, but they just stayed in the trees.

“Yuan, I don't think it's working, maybe I'm doing it wrong, hold on let me try again,” you say as you turn back to him and whistle a different tune when-

He kisses you.

A quick peck and he pulls back with a :3.

Wait-

“Was the whole thing a ruse so you could kiss me?” You ask while just staring at him.

“Forgive me, Lady Bailu had told me something of a similar story earlier this week, I just… simply wanted to try it out,” he says still smiling.

You sigh in exasperation at his antics.

“You do know if you wanted a kiss, you could've just asked me, right?”

“Mm, but where's the fun in that, dear?”

You smiled amusedly, “You should be glad I put up with you,” you tease, “But do spit out my chess pieces, A-Yuan, you're not getting off the hook this time,”

The General turns his face away with a sly look.

“Jing Yuan!”

usagi's note: SO ANYWAY. one of the reasons why ive been so happy this week is bcs i hit my first 200+ cdmg in genshin like im so proud (i have shit builds okay) but like the cr is 37 ish so i think i should get that up to probably 50 or 60%? but im worried the cdmg will drop to the 100s again.

another one is bcs i learned smth rlly cool during my science class, thats is soooo gonna be the theme of the next fic i write, oh and its gonna be w scara btw cuz he's the one i hit the 200+ cdmg with hehe. but im kinda worried i won't be able to finish the outline within this week bcs ive been made head of a few projects especially with our entrepreneurship class so idk we'll see... ANW I HOPE U ENJOYED PLS SEND ASKS ILY ALL BYE THX FOR 150 I CRIED (REAL) !!!

@usagiarchive 2025. do not repost, translate, or use for AI. reblogs, likes, and comments are very appreciated!!

[scentofhydrangea]

reverting back to my frat president luigi and frat sweetheart reader thoughts today, oh god😅😅

warnings cheating (from both parties), SMUT, luigi is mouthy, AND AN ASSHOLE, reader is kinda mean, praise, luigi is the pussy eating king™️!, only going as far as fingering + head cuz he and reader are a little drunk…

a/n initially started to distract myself from today but then got carried away and kept going :) i was listening to draco by future when i got inspo for this! you aint neva eva gettin yo bitch back 😋 not 100% lore accurate obviously

with one week before spring break, students at upenn are on a collective bender — barhopping, each frat taking turns hosting parties, and professors sending angry emails to the dean of students. tonight, phi psi was in charge of hosting.

you and the other phi psi sweethearts, emilia and halley, were up and at the house by noon to start preparing! with some light conversation, boys started to make their way downstairs for afternoon classes or brunch. you three had already told them you weren’t cooking this week, so they can fend for themselves!

as the night approached, you had made around 200 jello shots and rounded up various types of cheap beer for the night. halley and emilia went to their own dorms to get ready; you stayed at the house to do your hair and makeup there.

brothers started making their way back to the house with takeout and more alcohol, some of the more helpful brothers bought decorations. one person you hadn’t seen at all that day was luigi — which didn’t shock you at all. he had gotten into a nasty fight with his girlfriend at sigma chi’s party last night, and you heard all about it from his best friend patrick earlier today.

“yeah, i mean he was trying to get her to go home without him and she knew what that meant. he got really mad at her and was telling her that she’s not his mom and that he’s a, and i quote, ‘grown ass man’ who can ‘do what he wants’. she was so fucking mad. she left him there anyway so i don’t really see why they argued,” he recounted with all the right gestures and mannerisms luigi would use.

he surely had to make some kind of appearance tonight, though, he was the president of the frat. the pledge master had already been bothering him today and by the time you came out of the bathroom from getting yourself ready he was the talk of the house.

“yo, where’s luigi?” brendan called out to you when you walked through the living room to sort through the bag of decorations that others had brought.

you shrugged and wrinkled your face up. “i know as much as you do,” you lie. you know he’s in his room.

“you guys are kinda,” he raises his right hand to show crossed fingers, “like, tight?”

you scoffed vehemently. “he wishes.”

three or four brothers set up the big standing speakers around corners of the house. people weren’t going to start showing up until around 10-11pm, so you have about an hour before girls trickle in.

your boyfriend was pissed that you were required to attend this, although it confused you since you had been to other parties this week. a feisty text notification buzzes in your pocket:

Don’t call me later tonight and ask me for a ride to your apartment. I’m not attempting to get through the storm of sweaty tech assholes to pull you out of that slut house.

Go ahead and make plans to stay somewhere else.

scoffing again, your thumbs fired across the keyboard.

i wasn’t going to ask you to, i’m gonna crash at halley’s. i already told you that

have fun alone tonight miss you love you

you end the short string of texts peacefully, though you really didn’t feel like being nice and pleasing him with a ‘love you’. the phone falls back into your jean miniskirt pocket and within minutes, your boyfriend is completely off your mind.

it’s a little silly that you’re still together even if he’s mean to you and so easy for you to forget about. you think about breaking up with him a lot, but you don’t want to have to embarrass yourself by telling people that you put up with it. you hope he just breaks up with you instead.

as you added finishing touches to the downstairs, familiar large footsteps thump down the steps. various ‘ayyyyy’’s and ‘there he is!’’s erupt from a crowd of fifteen or so boys clapping. you turn your head to see luigi, wearing an unzipped pullover on top of a white golf polo — he doesn’t even golf! — and khakis. he’s not one for fashion.

he says hello and apologizes for his disappearance, then makes his way into the kitchen, devouring a chipotle bowl that someone got and saved for him. luigi saunters back up the steps and goes into his room with a not-so-gentle closing of the door.

that tells you all you need to know — he’s moody and likely will be for the rest of the night.

an hour or two later, you manage to see him again! he’s drinking and talking to a few girls with two brothers around him. bodies are packed tightly in here; phi psi is known for the second-best parties in all of upenn greek life. his girlfriend was apparently denied at the door. you thought it was bold she even decided to show up.

as you’re having a drink and chatting with your friend, you smell the prominent cologne envelope your senses. you know that scent anywhere. you whip your head around and meet luigi’s gaze, and he must have been trying to speak into your ear over the bumping music because he’s leaned down, only a few inches from your face.

he seems shocked for a second, like a deer in headlights, like a toddler getting caught with the candy jar. luigi scans around your face as well, mentally noticing that the dark pink lipgloss you were wearing earlier was fading.

“where’s your boyfriend?” he asks, speaking loudly through the music.

“where’s your girlfriend?” you tease back with an easy smile.

he looks around, hesitating before speaking. “i don’t really wanna talk about her. i’m guessing you heard what happened last night?”

“everyone’s talking about it, gi,” you turn around, initially to introduce your friend to him, but your friend is gone. she’s teetered away across the room, talking to another brother. you turn back to luigi.

“what are you drinking?” he asks, looking down at your cup as if you didn’t know what he was talking about.

“i don’t know. my friend fixed it for me. whoever bought liquor is my new best friend,” you joke, placing your hand on his bicep.

oh god. he really is as buff as he looks.

“i may or may not have sent out an order for real liquor,” luigi chuckles with a faux sheepishness. “i can’t stand all the warm beer sometimes. shots just get the job done, and some people like cocktails.”

“have you ever had jungle juice?”

a confused look takes over his previously calm expression. “is that some sort of fruity concoction that’ll put you in the hospital?”

“you’re overestimating my tolerance entirely,” you giggle. “if you make it right, it’s not bad.”

“that still doesn’t tell me what it is,” he speaks before you can get another sentence out.

“probably because i wasn’t done talking!” you fake scold. “it’s like orange juice and pineapple juice and hawaiian punch with everclear or vodka. you just have to be careful with it. it’s kinda famous for being roofied, but i’ve never been roofied and i used to drink it at frat parties.”

“why would i want to drink something that’s famous for being roofied?”

“it’s just a thing! i don’t know!”

you both chuckle and a song that you both like comes on. almost instantaneously, you both start singing loudly and off key right in each others faces. warmth spreads through your body and you’re sure it’s the alcohol, but his smile is just so wholesome and the way the only lights are from laser projectors and an led light strip on the ceiling just makes him look so different in some weird way.

you keep singing and dancing with him, both of your bodies getting sweaty and migrating closer and closer. soon, you’re chest to chest, and you already know that if you come back to the house tomorrow you’re going to be tortured by the rest of the brothers. by now it really doesn’t matter, you’re having a good time with the president of the frat!

“you’re beautiful,” luigi says just loudly enough for you to hear.

your heart sinks. “what?”

“you’re beautiful, [___]. i mean it.”

“you know i have a boyfriend,” you correct him.

“yeah, and i have a girlfriend. she’s a bitch, and your boyfriend is a fucking dick.”

you’re silent for a moment. “he’s just protec-”

“don’t fucking defend him, [___], he doesn’t deserve your attention and support. if you don’t like him, break up with him.”

“you’re so drunk, gi.”

“only a little,” he shrugs, his hand finding your waist again and roughly pressing his lips to yours.

you can’t even pull away, you just feel paralyzed. then your lips start to move against his and before you know it you’re nearly tongue kissing. you feel your panties dampen with need almost immediately. he whines deeply onto your lips and you pull away to breathe.

“people are going to notice,” you look around hastily.

“do you wanna go to the main floor?” he asks, knowing that his reputation as well as yours can be tarnished by a too big of a slip up.

you nod and he grabs your hand, leading you through the crowd as if you’re a frat virgin. he grunts a few rude “move”s and “‘scuse me”s. by the time he’s trudging up the steps with you, your heart starts to thump in your chest. you’re not going to the main floor, you’re going to his bedroom.

back up in luigi’s room, you’re realizing how drunk you are by the way there are no moving lasers to make you feel steady. you’re swaying a little and fall down onto his bed. you’ve been in this bedroom so many times, but it feels different being in here now.

he sits down next to you after locking the doors and windows — roof walkers are strangely common here. his lips smash against yours again, this time overpowering you with wet kisses. one of his hands is on the back of your head and the other is on your cheek, gingerly pulling you in.

“you smell so good,” he whispers, trailing his kisses down your neck and onto your collarbones. he inhales your perfume on your collarbones and nibbles at the soft skin of your upper chest, leaving little purplish-red marks to blossom. luigi works his way down and looks up at you to ask for consent with his eyes.

you nod approvingly, not knowing what you’re approving, just that you want him. he pushes your halter top up a bit, looking at you again for approval, and continues to pull your shirt off with your nod.

luigi’s mouth immediately attaches to your peaked nipple, swirling around it and suckling at the skin around your breasts to leave hickeys.

“not like your boyfriend’s gonna see. i know your sex life isn’t the best.”

you look at him, confused on how he’d know. you were friends, but you’ve never mentioned anything of the sort.

“girls don’t hang out with frat brothers that they aren’t dating every weekend if they have a happy sex life,” he states matter-of-factly, and it pisses you off in a way.

“she must not suck you off very well, then,” you retaliate.

“she doesn’t,” he shuts down your attempt at getting him back. “you just look like you could suck a dent out of a car door.”

“excuse you,” you roll your eyes, getting turned on by how he’s being mean. arousal and wetness seems to snap loose, rushing to your heat. you squirm in place and he notices.

“are you getting wet? poor girl,” he pulls you over onto his thigh by your waist with no strain, his biceps flexing. the only thing you can think of is getting put into a headlock. as soon as your bikini underwear meet his khaki pants, you’re pathetically grinding against his buff thigh.

“s’at feel good, hm? feels good to use my thigh?”

“mhm,” you whine, lying your forehead onto his shoulder.

“you wanna take your skirt off for me, baby?”

nodding, you pause for a moment to shimmy out of the jean miniskirt. as soon as you toss it onto the floor where your shirt lays crumpled to the ground, you go right back to riding his thigh.

the tent in his pants looks huge when you glance down, and you whine again. “lu…”

“hm? y’okay?”

“wanna fuck you..”

“oh, sweet girl,” he mutters, flipping you around and lying you down properly. he places his head at your thighs and gently kisses them. luigi looks to you for approval again, and with your impatient nod he pulls your underwear to the side, delving his tongue into your wet folds.

your hands knead his scalp with a gasp, almost like you’re guiding him through what he should be doing. “fuck, gigi, that’s so good!”

he lifts your thighs onto his shoulders, allowing his tongue to work through your folds with a rough gentleness. “you taste so good, sweetheart,” he huffs.

one of your hands releases from his hair and grips onto the bedsheets, pulling onto them for dear life as he relentlessly eats your pussy like a starved man. you’re quickly orgasming, gasping out his name like a prayer.

he doesn’t stop to let you catch your breath, though, he just keeps going.

“lu, stop, s’too good…”

“i bet he doesn’t eat you out like this, does he? does he know what he’s missing out on? hmm?” he replaces his tongue this time with his middle finger, sliding it up and down your folds to gather his own spit before plunging into your warm, soaked cunt.

he then adds another before attaching his wet lips to your clit, making out with your pussy like a long distance relationship reunion. “shit, luigi, i’m gonna cum again! j’st like that, yes!” you moan pornographically, grinding your clit down onto his mouth fervently.

“you’re so tight, pretty girl, squeezin’ my fingers so good. can he fuck you like this with just his fingers?” he prompts again with a hateful tone, getting angry at the thought that another guy can’t make you cum — it’s not like it’s even hard for luigi to get you to cum.

you shake your head. “no, he can’t. he barely ever fingers me — fuck!” you admit before he hits that spongy spot with his fingers, and immediately his assault on your cunt becomes absolutely relentless.

“just like that, please! fuck, oh my god, you’re the best!” you plead to him, feeling that cocky smirk against your clit.

“yeah? you’re so much better than her. fuck, i love this pussy.” he grumbles, shaking his head so his nose brushes against your clit over and over.

your hand grips at his scalp again, pulling his big nose to your clit harshly. “i’m gonna fucking cum, lu, you’re so good…” you trail off breathlessly, thighs beginning to shake.

“you got it, baby girl. go ahead and cum on my face. you deserve that, yeah? go ahead n’cum,” he instructs, fucking his clothed bulge into the mattress below him.

you follow his order with a loud yelp followed by a high pitched, drawn out moan and bucking your hips to his face. he groans deeply as you clamp onto his fingers, legs shaking violently against his head and thighs squeezing together to almost suffocate him in your pussy.

as you come down from the high, you’re embarrassed that he made you cum so easily. you look at him and realize once he sits back up to catch his breath that he came into his own pants.

he lays his head down onto your naked chest, comfortable in the domestic position. he can still smell your pretty perfume on your neck. after five or so minutes of cooling down and catching your breath, he looks at you softly — some kind of way you haven’t seen on him.

“what do you say we get you cleaned up, hm? you can stay right here in this bed with me if you don’t wanna go home after.”

you nod your head with a gentle smile. “yes, please!”

[forever-rogue]

Hi babes! So I’ve had this idea running around my brain for days.

Basically Cooper Howard and the reader knew each other pre-apocalypse (up to you wether it was romantic or platonic) but after the bombs go off, the reader makes it to a vault where she is put in a cryopod for 200 years to see that the rest of her vault is dead from asphyxiation (I definitely didn’t think of this by playing fallout 4). So she escapes and later finds Cooper (she recognises him and then realises it’s him), it’s up to you how it goes from there 🫶🏻.

Anyway, I love your work! Hope you’re doing great! 💗

AN | I love this concept. Enjoy❤️

Pairing | Cooper Howard (The Ghoul) x fem!reader

Warnings | language; mentions of canon typical violence

Word Count | 3.1k

Masterlist | Main 

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“You look like you’ve got something on your mind, sugar,” Cooper came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist before resting his chin on your shoulder. You made a small sound of content before leaning into him and turning your head to press a kiss to his stubbled cheek.

“I’m just…thinking,” you whispered before turning around so you were facing him. The warm evening breeze swirled around the two of you as you leaned against the porch railing, and looked down the Hollywood hills. He took your face in his hands, brushing his thumb along your cheek.

“You do that a lot,” he teased as you rolled your eyes in amusement, “too much thinking ain’t good for you.”

“Well, between the two of us, one of us has to use a brain cell once in a while,” he scoffed as he gently squeezed your cheeks before pressing a kiss to your lips. When he let go, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer, kissing him a few more times, “I love you, you know?”

“I know,” he confirmed with a soft nod, “I love you too, sweetheart. You gonna tell me what you’re thinking about?”

“I suppose,” you sighed lightly, resting your hands on his chest, “do you think that...it seems silly, but do you think that it'll ever happen? The nuclear war. Or do you think it’s all just a big pissing contest?”

“I think,” he took one of your hands and brought it to his lips in order to press a kiss to your knuckles, “that you worry too much too often.”

“I know,” you agreed, “I know I do. I just can't help it sometimes. What if something happens?”

“If anything were to happen, we’d face it together and figure it out,” he promised and while you liked the idea of his sweet words, it didn’t totally alleviate your worries. He’d been trying to convince himself as much as you.  It had been a constant in his mind as well. He wasn’t as good of a liar as he believed he was.

“Rest assured Cooper Howard,” you whispered softly, “that I will always find you and be with you. No matter what life brings.”

He pressed his forehead to yours and let out a small sigh. You echoed the sound sweetly before kissing him again, “I promise, Coop.”

“I promise too.”

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“Cooper?” your brow furrowed as you looked at the tall figure standing in front of you. The first time seeing a Ghoul had almost caused you to have a heart attack; you hadn’t been expecting to see someone so…crispy. Being asleep for the last two hundred years hadn’t prepared you for half the things you’d seen in the short time since you’d escaped Vault 111. Like the radroaches - seriously? Weren’t those things bad enough normal? Nature had definitely fucked up with that one. 

Some things you could get used to easily, but other things were definitely going to take time. Two hundred years had passed and you hadn’t experienced a single thing. In some ways it felt like you’d been a lamb left to slaughter. 

After you’d gotten over your initial shock at the Ghouls, you’d realized, with a heavy heart, that they were just people too. People had suffered unfortunate circumstances but they were still just people…mostly. Realistically you’d been rather lucky when it came down to it. You had a long nap while others suffered.

But you’d recognize him anywhere; you’d memorized every part of him so many years ago. You weren’t sure if you could ever forget him. 

But this…this wasn’t who you were expecting to see. Honestly, you didn’t expect to see him ever again, but here he was…alive and breathing. Maybe.

“Cooper,” you took a step closer while he took a step back, his hand brushing along the holster at his side. You held up your hands in a meek attempt to show your innocence; it still made your heart constrict to see his response to you, “i-it’s me.”

“I’m ain’t fallin’ for that one, sweetheart,” he drawled, causing a frown to tug down the corners of your mouth, “I know when I’m hallucinating and I’m not about to go feral.”

“What are you…talking about?” you watched in confusion as he reached into his pocket and grabbed a small vial before downing it in one go. He tossed the bottle to the side, letting it clink off the side of a building, “I don't ... I don’t know what’s going on! I don’t understand anything here, but I know it’s you. I’d know you anywhere.”

He made a sound at the back of his throat as he blinked a few times, still looking at you as if he was trying to decide if he’d already gone feral or whatever it was called. You wondered if he would even possibly shoot you. 

“That’s impossible,” he said quietly as he studied you. It was like you were frozen in time - you looked exactly the same as you did two hundred years ago. It wasn’t possible for you to look like that when he looked like…a monster, “you look just like her but you can’t be her.”

“Cooper Howard,” you sighed in exasperation, running a hand through your hair. You’d always done that and he’d seen that look on your face a thousand times before, “I don’t know exactly what happened to me. I-I woke up and I was in one of those weird vaults that they used to talk about and there was no else there. A couple of skeletons and a bunch of these giant cockroaches-”

“Radroaches.”

“Radroaches,” you rolled your eyes and that almost had him let down his guard, “and I got out. I don’t know what year it is and I don’t know what’s happened. I’m just here. And I have no fucking clue what I’m doing or where I’m going or what’s even happening in the world anymore. But I found you. I know it’s you. I told you that I’d always find you.”

He allowed himself to relax as he tried to put the pieces together to see if your story made sense. The worst part of it all was that it made sense. The day the life as he’d always known it stopped, he hadn’t seen you. But he knew that you’d been at the Vault-Tec headquarters that day. It made sense. It made sense.

He hated that. Hated that you were forced to experience this strange new world, and even more that you had been all but abandoned to figure it out for yourself. But he couldn’t deny that there was a palpable feeling running through his entire being at the sight of you. Your smile was just as pretty as he remembered; he thought about it a lot. Thought about you a lot, still to this day, despite the fact that it had been literal centuries. 

He’d accepted that you were dead a long time ago. But here you were, a ghost of a life that once was. 

You let out a nervous laugh at his silence, feeling like a fool, “are you gonna say anything or am I just going to keep standing here like an idiot?”

“You should turn back around and walk to the nearest vault and pray that they take you in,” was all he managed to choke out as you felt the tears start to sting at the back of your eyes. You opened and closed your mouth a few times, trying to figure out what to possibly even say to him, “you ain’t cut out for his world. You weren’t made for it. You ain’t gonna survive up here on the surface.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” you stomped your foot, an unwitting little habit that you had, “you want me to just walk away?”

“Yeah,” he pulled the brim of his hat lower, voice gruff, “I do.”

“Oh,” you scoffed, trying to hold back all that you were feeling, “and what? You’re cut out for this world?”

“Look at me,” he growled deeply, “I’m a fuckin’ monster made for this world.”

You flinched at the sound of the self hatred in his voice. He wasn’t anything like you’d remembered or expected, but he was still your Cooper. 

“You should get going, darlin’.”

You turned on your heel, ready to walk…somewhere. Anywhere other than there, left to be humiliated.

“Tell me one thing,” you turned back to face him, finding that he was still watching you intently, “what year is it?”

“2296.”

Your heart almost stopped for a moment as you tried not to panic. 

Over two hundred years since you’d last walked the world. You’d been sleeping for over two hundred years while Cooper had been suffering. You had so many questions, but more than anything your heart hurt for everything that he’d been through.

You offered him a nod before walking away, this time for real, trying to figure out what the actual fuck you were going to do.

Cooper watched you go wordlessly, eyes on you until you were but a small speck in the distance.

“Who was that?” Lucy appeared at his side along with the canine companion they'd named Dogmeat, a curious expression on her face, “did you know her?”

“It was no one,” the sharpness of his voice caught Lucy off guard and she raised her eyebrows in question, “just lost.”

“Okie dokie,” she hitched her backpack higher onto her shoulders, “we should keep going before it gets dark.”

“Yeah,” he agreed with her, finding his heart wasn’t quite in it, “get a move on kid.”

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This was a weird world. Like really weird. There were creatures that you'd encountered that appeared to be descendants of the ones you'd known during your previous life. Roaches definitely weren't supposed to be the size of dogs. Dogs really shouldn't have been up to your shoulders. And that thing that you'd encountered that was maybe a fish? Wild.

It was all so much to get used to and it felt like you were a child all over again. You had met a kind woman that had taken you into her diner (or whatever a diner was these days) and helped to get you back on your feet. The first order of business? Getting rid of the vault suit; not'd noticed an immediate shift in how people treated you once the suit was gone. 

The one thing that hadn't changed? Men. Men continued to the worst, leering shamelessly after you. Looks like not even radiation can evolve that out of men.  

You still had not clue what you were going to do with your life or anything really, but at least now you had a safe space to learn to adapt and overcome. Now you just had about two hundred years of history to catch up on. Learning about places called the New California Republic and New Vegas definitely told you that something big had happened.

Everything else, you hoped, would fall into place over time. You did, however, have your suspicions that Vault-Tec were nothing but a bunch of liars confirmed. There was that at least. And you'd learned what a Ghoul was - what Cooper was. It didn't sound like it had been a fun reality for him.

At least if you were going to start aging naturally, you wouldn’t have to suffer in this hell forever.

You were helping around the diner one afternoon when the doors swung open to reveal Cooper, along with a young woman and a dog. Funny, you thought to yourself, Cooper had always adored dogs.

The rag dropped from your hand as blinked wordlessly at them. Neither you nor Cooper said anything, silence thick and heavy between the two of you.

“Do you have any pie?” The young woman asked, a nervous chuckle escaping her lips as she looked around, “and maybe some water?”

“S-sure,” you stammered nervously pointing at the table towards the back, “I'll get that pie.”

And just like that, Cooper was back in your life.

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Without Cooper, you weren't quite sure what to do. Honestly, you had been sure what you'd do once you left the vault along, but you figured when you found him that things would fall into place…or make a little more sense anyway. But as you'd made your way through the skeletons that littered the vault, you weren't entirely convinced that this wasn't some sort of fever dream.

And Cooper had turned his back on you.

Only to come back to rescue you.

“What happened?” He asked, his voice dropping softly, almost like he was letting down his guard, “how did you end up in one of those pods?”

“I don't know,” you admitted, wiping your hands on your knees as you looked at him, “I-I remember bits and pieces but not the whole thing.”

He made a small sound of acknowledgment but didn’t say much else. You’d been wracking your brain for weeks now - ever since you’d escaped the vault - about what exactly happened before you took a centuries long nap.

“The last thing I really remember was speaking with that Maclean kid, the one that had recently started working at Vault-Tec. We got into an argument about something and he shoved me around and then…I think he hit me. The next thing I can remember is waking up.”

“Life is funny, ain’t it,” he pinched his brow before looking at you with a pained expression, “Hank Maclean is still alive. The girl I’ve been traveling with…she’s his kid. I think everyone finally found just what kind of a person he is. And it ain’t a good one.”

“He’s still alive,” you breathed out heavily, trying to decide if you were angry with him or…in a twisted way, thankful. You supposed the last two hundred years could have been a lot worse than just sleeping through them. But then again, if you’d been awake and aging, you’d have been long dead by now, “this is all so…weird.”

Silence fell over the two of you for a few bit, as you started at the roaring fire. It was dangerous, or so you’d been told by almost everyone you’d encountered. But somehow with Cooper by yourself, you didn’t feel scared or nervous. 

“I looked for you,” he said after a short while as your attention snapped to him, “for a long time. Decades.” 

“Really?” your voice cracked on the simple question as he nodded.

“After a while, I realized you were probably dead,” your heart twisted at that, “it was the only logical answer. Unless you’d ended up like me and I would never wish that on you.”

“What happened, Cooper?” you asked softly. You wanted to know but you also didn’t want to push him either. You still had so many questions about this strange new world, “you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.”

“Your curiosity was one of the things I always loved about you, sweetheart,” he chuckled, almost sounding just as you remembered, “to put it simply, radiation. I got a little bit too much of that radiation and then I became like one of them radroaches, adapting and surviving.”

“Radiation,” you repeated softly, “fuck me. Am I going to-”

“You’ll be fine,” he reassured you, “radiation levels are livable now.”

“Oh,” you swallowed thickly as you gave him a nod, “that’s good…I think.”

“You don’t deserve to have to live in such a world,” he caught your eye and looked at you intently, “in a way I wished you’d never have had to experience it. It would have been easier if you’d just…died that day they dropped the bombs. But in a selfish way, I’m glad you’re here, sweetheart. Still the prettiest face I’ve ever seen.”

You snorted in amusement as your face warmed up, “still the biggest flirt I’ve ever met Cooper Howard. In a selfish way, I’m glad you’re here too.”

“You’re telling me that you’re happy to see his ugly old face?” he asked, his voice turning gruff and bitter, “darlin’, you could be looking at a gulper and it’d be a prettier sight.”

“What’s a gulper?” your mind reeled with possibilities of what in the actual hell a gulper was. 

“I…nevermind,” you didn’t need to know about those horrors just yet, “there’s a lot of things that are prettier than I am.”

“Agree to disagree,” you insisted with a soft laugh, “I’m glad you’re here, you know. Even if it sucks and this whole world sucks. I’m glad you’re still here. Selfish or not.”

You stood up and brushed yourself off before walking over to him and plopping onto the ground next to him so you were facing him. You reached for his hand and took it in yours, giving it a squeeze so tender that it almost made him cry. He never thought he’d get to feel such a touch ever again.

“So,” you whispered softly, “what’s next?”

“You’re not ready to run for the hills and hide?” he joked, half serious.

“Nope,” you promised, “besides, what the fuck am I going to do here by myself? I know nothing about anything anymore.”

“Want to help me and the kind find Hank Maclean?” he asked as your eyebrows raised up, “it’s a long story.”

“I’m in,” you promised, “but there’s one thing I want to do first.”

“And what’s that, sugar?”

“This,” you leaned in and took his face in your hands, before gently leaning and kissing him. When you pulled away he looked at you in surprise, “that’s all.”

“C’mere,” he put his hands on your hips and hauled you onto his lap, “you should know better than to start something you can’t finish.”

“Oh, I fully intended to finish,” you grinned, “I’ve missed you, Coop.”

“I’ve missed you every day for a long time,” he sighed, “I’m not letting you go again.”

“Good.”

[repulsiveliquidation]

Needed to write about something other than literature from 200 years ago so here’s a little bottom Alexia attempt while I take a break.

“Joder!”

Your hips sped up, hands grabbing Alexia’s to hold behind her back. She flops forward onto the bed, face contorted in pleasure as you fuck into her from behind. She bites the sheets, knees sliding open wider as the silk beneath her loses grip.

“Look at you, speared so beautifully on my cock. Wish I could burn it into my head baby.” You tease, arching her back more as you grip her hands behind her back tighter. She groans loudly, trying to look back at you. You catch her eye and smirk, grinding into her slowly. You pull out and flip her over roughly, kneeling between her legs that immediately drape over your thighs. You push back in slowly, watching her pussy swallow your cock so easily. You bite your lip and rub her wet folds gently, her body responding with shudders of pleasure.

She pulls her legs open on her own, panting hard as your hips begin to set a rough pace again. Her mouth only says one word, swollen lips chanting your name over and over as your cock grazes her sweet spot better in this position. Your eyes never leave where you’re connected, memorizing how it looks so you never forget and can watch it on repeat in your own time.

You reach over and grab your phone anyway, opening the camera app to film yourselves fucking. She blushes hard when the camera points at her core, hands letting go of her legs as they go back over your thighs, and hiding her face in them. She whines high, legs trembling as the filming turns her on even more.

She gets wetter than she already is, the sounds of your love making echoing through the room and were clearly captured on camera. You throw your phone to the side, pulling her legs closer and slamming yourself into her at a hard pace. You lean into her and pound her into the mattress, her arms wrapping around your shoulders as she moans lewdly into your ear. It spurs you on, your own orgasm catching up to hers.

“You gonna cum on my cock, hermosa?”

She nods frantically, bottom lip stuck between her teeth. Your thumb pulls it clear, kissing her searingly as your hips never falter. You feel her resistance as she clenched around the thick cock, pressing her legs impossibly wide to get her to cum. Your face tucks into her neck, whispering only for her to hear.

“Cum.”

She gasps and cums hard, body lurching off the bed as she reaches her high. You lean back and keep fucking her, chasing your own high. You cum seconds later, gripping her thighs to grind into her. She grabs your face and kisses you hard, panting on your lips.

“I love you,” she says breathlessly, a shy smirk on her face.

“I love you too, amor,” you tell her, kissing her forehead softly.

[oracleviolet93]

Change Of Plans

Summary: Due to your friend cancelling plans because of personal problems, Wade and eventually Logan step up to take their place.

Pairing: Worst!Logan x reader

Authors Note: Hey guys I’m finally back with the second part of this! Sorry I was slow! 😔 Update on my friend and I though, we are ok. I’m just not gonna rely on them as much anymore. Anyway enough about that, this part has a lot more Logan!! Hope you enjoy everyone!

Tags/Warnings: Fluff, Wade breaking the 4th wall, No use of Y/N, Cussing, Pet names, Wade calls Reader Angel, reader is 18+ , Logan knowing nothing about electronics, Logan doing anything for the reader, Logan playing Fortnite.

Chapter 1

A few days after you and Wade caught Quaquaval in the raid, you were sitting in your apartment waiting on him to call you to do Fortnite quests. While you were waiting, Logan was sitting down reading the paper and smoking a cigar.

“So no work today?” You asked him.

“Weather won’t allow it bub, if you ask me it’s bullshit.” Logan grunted not looking up from the paper.

“Maybe for you but everyone else isn’t a over 200 year old mutant who still looks like he’s in his 40’s and 50’s and sexy as hell.” You said trying to hide your grin.

“Careful what you say kiddo, I could be over there in a second.” Logan said sounding like he was smirking.

“Well Wade’s not calling yet, how about you come over here then?” You asked grinning this time and Logan put down the paper and took the cigar out of his mouth and walked over to where you were sitting and hovered over you.

“You really don’t know what you’re asking for.” Logan smirked as you pulled him down for a kiss. The kiss was soft at first but quickly became heated, with his lips starting to move to your cheek then to your neck. “You feel so good bub…”

“You do too Lo-“ You were cut off by your phone ringing. “Fuck!” You groaned as Logan growled as you picked up. “Hello?”

“Bad news angel! Not gonna be able to help you today! Had to take an extra shift at Drivemax.” Wade said.

“How come? Is everything ok?!” You asked.

“You see, the author wants the focus of this chapter to be on you and Logan so they made an excuse to-“

“Our rent is late and he’s not pulling his weight!” Al was heard in the background.

“…Lets go with that.” Wade said. “Sorry Angel…” He sighed.

“It’s ok Wade, you got bills just like everyone else.” You gave a soft chuckle.

“And he owes me more cocaine!” Al yelled.

“Thank you Al!” Wade yelled back. “Angel I’ll talk to you later.” He said hanging up and you sighed.

“What’s wrong, princess?” Logan asked gently caressing your cheek.

“Wade cancelled because he had to take an extra shift at Carmax for being late on his rent.” You said softly.

“So fucking glad I moved out…” Logan sighed in annoyance.

“Now I have no one to do these quests with me.” You said sadly.

“What about your friend?” Logan asked.

“We’re ok, they’re ok but I’m not asking them for anything anymore.” You said as Logan gently caressed your cheek some more looking at you. Since you two started dating, Logan did everything he could to keep you happy, you were the light in his life, he hated seeing you sad like this. As he kissed your forehead, he noticed your PS5 controller on the coffee table.

“Hey kiddo?” He asked as you looked at him and hummed. “That game you and Wade were gonna play, you play it on your Switch right?”

“Mainly I do.” You said.

“Can you play it on your Playstation too?” He asked,

“You can, yeah.” You said as Logan sat next to you and turned on the TV as he put out his cigar.

“So um…how do you turn your Playstation on?” He asked picking up your controller.

“You can push the logo on the con..troller…” You said starting to explain to him then slowly realizing what he’s planning. “Logan you really don’t have to-“

“I want to.” Logan said.

“It’s not an easy game to get into.”

“I’ll be fine.”

“You could and will get pissed off easy!”

“I’m not saying no bub.” Logan said as he already pressed the logo on the controller and the Playstation was on.

“Ok then…” You admitted defeat. “You’re gonna need an account then add me as a friend.”

“I can’t just use the guest shit like you used to?” Logan asked.

“Sorry…” You shrugged.

“Don’t be sorry kiddo, just teach me how. That’s all.” Logan said as you helped him go though the process to make an account.

“Want me to buy you some V bucks to get a skin or the battle pass?” You asked after Logan had everything set up.

“How do you get these V Bucks?” He asked.

“Well you either get them in the battle pass or you buy them.” You said.

“You spend money on this shit?!” Logan asked annoyed.

“I do once in a while but Wade does all the time.” You said.

“Jesus…” Logan sighed. “Save your money bub, I’m only playing this so you can get free shit from these quests you keep talking about.”

“You su-“

“I’m positive.” Logan said. “I’m only playing with you so it’ll be an even more waste of money if you bought me something.”

“Ok Logan.” You said turning on your Switch and turning on Fortnite.

“Hey don’t be sad, I just don’t get why people spend money on stuff in the games that’s all.” He said kissing your cheek.

“You sound like an old man.” You giggled.

“In case you haven’t noticed, I am an old man.” Logan told you.

“I know.” You said as you added Logan as a friend. “Now you have to accept me.” You said teaching him how to accept you as a friend and how to get in a lobby.

“Ok now what do we do?” Logan asked.

“Ready up by pushing the top button on your right. In your case, the triangle.” You said as he did just that and he readied up.

“So where do you want to land? We can land to rob a vault, get some stuff-“

“Where ever you want to kiddo. I’m following your directions on this.” Logan said.

“Gotcha.” You smiled as you guys were on the bus and you looked on the map and marked it. “Masked Meadows is at the end of the map and less people will be there so we should be good.” You said as Logan nodded.

“Ok now!” You said after a few seconds and you and Logan jumped off the bus and headed towards Masked Meadows.

“We just jump off the fuckin’ bus?”

“Yep but we have gliders don’t worry.” You said as yours released.

“You have an umbrella for a fuckin’ glider?” Logan asked.

“We get them from winning the round and getting a Victory Royale.” You smiled.

“Do you let go of them by accident and fall?” Logan asked.

“Nope.” You smiled as you landed. “Ok lets find some guns and minis or a big pot first.”

“Huh?”

“Shield potions. There’s minis that get your shields up to 25% per mini potion, 50% total, then we get a big one for the other 50%, or find two big pots and get 100% shields right away. We can also find a Chug Jug and get 100% right away.” You said.

“Suuuuuure.” Logan said still sounding confused as he followed you into a house and looked around and found an ammo chest and opened it. “I got ammo.”

“Sweet, just need to find you a weapon.” You said as you had a few and you heard footsteps. “Someone is around, I gotchu!” You said looking around. “Just stay close to me.” You went outside and found the guy and started shooting at him.

“You found him bub?!” Logan asked following you.

“Yeah but he’s ge-SHIT! I’m down!” You yelled as Logan saw he could revive you and the person started shooting at Logan. “Don’t revive me yet! Pick up this gun and sho- fuck!” You yelled as Logan was down too.

“Hey! I was trying to help you bub! I didn’t have a gun yet!”

“I know I know! You’re learning. I’m sorry…”

“I’m sorry for yelling at you.” Logan said pulling you close for a hug.

“First gamers rage huh?” You asked hugging him back.

“That’s what it’s called?” Logan asked.

“Lets try again, maybe not rob a vault this time.” You said as you two readied up again.

A few rounds in, Logan was getting the hang of it and you two were doing better as a team. Darning this current round there was a few teams left.

“Ok we gotta get to circle now!” You said as you and Logan swam to get to an island, when you guys got on, there was people there.

“Shit!” Logan said as he started shooting at the person and you did too but they took down Logan.

“Don’t shoot my boyfriend!” You said as you shot the player till they were down. “You ok baby?” You asked as you started to revive Logan.

“I’m ok bub. Remember, it’s just a game.” Logan said.

“I kn- shit!” You ran as you were being shot at. “I don’t have much health left! I’m fucked!” You exclaimed as you were shot. “Fuck…4th place isn’t bad.”

“Least we didn’t completely suck this time.” Logan said.

“Lets back out and see what we got.” You said as the two of you did just that. When you loaded back into the lobby you saw that you had a Jam Track, a spray and a back bling. “Woohoo! Exactly what I wanted to get.”

“I got them too, is that good?” Logan asked.

“It is.” You smiled as you hugged him tightly and kissed him on the cheek. “Thank you Logan, this means the world to me, means even more that you helped me.”

“Anything for you princess.”Logan hugged you back close.

“Think you’d want to get more stuff in a few days?” You asked voiced mumbled in his chest and Logan sighed and rolled his eyes.

“We’ll see bub.”

[frogey-boi]

Late nights

Wolverine (worst Logan) x reader

Kinda hurt/comfort

Word count: 558

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For context you have been roommates with Wade and Logan for a few months now. Wade of course was super bubbly, especially after cocaine, he’d also some weird stuff at a random wall sometimes but nothing to crazy.

Logan however was distant but had his moments of weakness where he crack a smile or chuckle. However after every time you felt like you bonded with him he would distance himself for you and Wade the next day.

Now in present day you were sitting on your phone on the couch at about 2 in the morning. You knew you should be asleep but you used to staying up late without a reason, (except maybe reading some fan fiction ;D -Wade). As you’re sitting minding your business Wade comes into the apartment with a drunk Wolverine over his shoulder.

“Heya will you take this for me thanks” Wade said dumping Logan next to you on the couch.

“What the hell happened to him” you question

“Well danger tits over hear decided it would be fun to get hammered without me today then get kicked out of the bar for stabbing a guy, with the shard from a glass he through at someone” Wade explained while locking the door back.

“I’m fine you bloody tampon looking ass thing” Logan shouted in protest clearly intoxicated.

“See what I mean, anyways can you take him to his room while I take my suit off”Wade says taking his mask off.

“As long as this time you undress in your room and not the middle of the kitchen again” you say staring at him.

“…….UGHHHHHHHH, your no fun y’know that” Wade exclaimed walking away.

“For fucks sake, SHUT YOUR LOUD AS UP FOR GODS SAKE WILL YA” Logan shouted clearly having a headache. Whether it from a hangover or not it seemed bad.

You grabbed Logan under the shoulder and with little protest he started to walk with you. Despite a slight mumble he was relatively quiet. Once you sat him down on his bed you soon found out it was cause he was crying.

“The readers are gonna love this” you hear Wade shouting across the hall.

You were never really good with others emotions, let alone a mutant over 200 years old. Not knowing what to do you just sit down next to him. You grab his hand and just hold it. He eventually starts to lean on your shoulder.

“Oh god… I’m supposed to be strong, I have to be strong, I lost everything once, I don’t wanna lose it again” he says wiping his eyes with his free hand.

“Oh Logan” you say pulling him into a hug.

You both sat there in silence just letting Logan have a moment. After awhile you heard a light snore. You try to pull back out he’s still got you in a tight embrace. As you try to lay him down and get him off you he, dose move one of his hands off you, however it was just cause he was grabbing a blanket and throwing it over the both of you. You tried to shimmy your way out under but to no luck. (Or a lot if you see it like that ;] )

As Logan holds you, under his breath he says “I’m not losing anyone else, especially not you”.

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[a-leg-without-fear]

Hi congrats on 200 followers! Soon enough, you'll have 300 lol! Anyway, can I request a medium Caramel frapp and (gonna be greedy lol) peppermint latte for Matt Murdock (with a reader that has Dysautonomia?) Hope you have a good day or night or whatever 😅

Bye

Thank you so much!!! And hopefully we hit that (WILD) number soon :) One caramel frapp and a peppermint latte coming up!!

(NSFW warning, lovelies)

Caramel Frapp

Matt was someone who liked to take things slow with you. Taking his time loosening you up, making you so wet you soak the silk sheets below you, whines and whimpers echoing from your throat and into his waiting mouth. All the while cooing in your ear that you're "doing so good," and that you're "so beautiful, sweetheart."

Especially when you'd finally told him about your dysautonomia. He was even slower, if it was possible. Kissing you softly, gently caressing your sides, handling you like you'd break. It annoyed the hell out of you. Some nights you'd wish he'd just get on with it already.

Thankfully, this was not one of those nights.

Matt had texted you an hour before he came home, the message reading "Take your meds, sweetheart." You knew exactly what he'd meant.

His blood was up and he wanted to fuck you senseless.

The memory of his text flashed in your mind while Matt fucked into you from behind. Your meds were doing their job at keeping your blood pressure normal. You knew he'd stop instantly if your dysautonomia acted up. But, by the grace of God himself, your symptoms were manageable.

Matt's grip on you was utterly bruising. Still gloved hands gripping at your hip and throat, holding your naked body flush with his clothed front. Black fabric rasped against your flushed skin. His silver belt buckle dug into the flesh of your thigh as he rammed into you.

"Fuck, sweetheart, you're taking me so well," he grunted into the skin of your neck. He brushed his teeth over your pulse point and rumbled out a low moan, "Mm, you've definitely got a few orgasms in you."

As utter euphoria poured into your veins at Matt's honeyed words and his cock slamming into you, you couldn't help but smile. Thank God he wasn't going slow.

Peppermint Latte

It was a bad day.

Your meds wouldn't be filled for another two days, thanks to your stupid fucking insurance. The orange pill bottles sat miserably empty on your nightstand.

Staying awake was a hurdle all on its own. Constant fog seeped into the edges of your mind. You were drowsy, almost painfully so. Sharp-edged nausea bit at the edges of your empty stomach. It was near impossible to get up and feed yourself as you knew you'd faint after moving even the slightest bit.

All you could do was lay in bed and suffer.

Until Matt got home, that is.

The sound of his key in the door was like an angelic choir to your hypersensitive ears. Your eyelids lifted, the weight like two garage doors, and squinted through the bedroom doorway.

An extremely blurry, dress-shirt wearing Matt moved quickly and quietly through your shared apartment. He toed his shoes off, hung up his suit jacket, and slinked into the bedroom. His concerned expression broke through some of your blurriness.

"Hey, how're you doing?" he asked, delicately running a warm hand down the length of your arm. He must've left his glasses somewhere as his dark eyes were focused somewhere on your sweat-covered forehead.

"Not good," you mumbled groggily. Managing those two words felt like daggers in your inflamed throat. Your eyes squeezed shut again, the sun shining in through the windows becoming too much to your dizzying vision.

Matt sighed, "I'm sorry sweetheart. Want some saltines and water?"

You hummed in affirmation, the vibrations making you wince, then Matt pressed his lips lightly to your hairline. Gentle warmth spread through your body from where he kissed you.

"I'll be right back," he whispered, giving you another kiss then pulling away. You didn't need to open your eyes to know where he was going. This was an unfortunate common occurrence in your lives.

You couldn't help but think of how lucky you were as Matt rummaged around in the kitchen. He was your rock when your symptoms reared their ugly heads. He'd hold you when your dizziness swirled your mind, he'd write notes for you when your memory lapsed, he'd catch you when you fainted, he'd always have tissues at the ready when your eyes watered or your nose ran.

His hand brushed along your shoulder again, pack of saltines crinkling as he set them on the nightstand. You sighed as you nuzzled into his lap.

"I've got you, sweetheart. I'm not going anywhere," he said while rubbing soothing circles into your sensitive skin. His presence was the reprieve you'd needed. Like a crackling fire in the middle of a harsh blizzard, Matt kept you warm and safe and comfortable when times were hardest.

I hope I did the struggles of dysautonomia justice!! I did research on the illness, so I hope I described it accurately. Wishing you all some Matt cuddles and... other things ;)

[strawberry-shortcakey]

my defense of Caitlyn in wake of season 2

    Defending my wife rn 

    Lets get right into this mind you my spelling and punctuation are like non existent so yk

Starting off with the thing i feel people seem to not really understand is whats happening is shes being tugged in like 5 different directions struggling between her obligations to her family name the kiraman family is matriarchal this rests on her entirely she wants to maintain her mothers legacy yet theres the undeniable rage fueled by her mothers death and her feeling of failing all of piltover the feeling that if she had killed jinx before there wouldnt have been so many lives lost she feels ultimately responsible for everything in her life which makes that rage overpower her i mean most of the council civilians enforcers who she had been around her WHOLE LIFE. she feels all that weight in her heart and on her mind much like vi due to her trauma generalizes the people of piltover and enforcers cait blames zaunites and i feel its unfair to give vi a pass and not caitlyn shes trying to hold onto her morals she fights for avoiding innocents getting hurt until the memorial attack where it turns into more than an attack by jinx now an attack from multiples causing her to lose that part of her morals and the last pull is for vi caitlyn loves vi thats something i have never doubted for even a second i mean seriously she puts so much at stake for vi. People don't seem to see that her bringing vi before the council in season one couldve ended poorly for her it couldve reflected horribly onto her family if the council had decided not to hear her out. And on top of all of that shes trying to hold it together. We see her cry a few times but she doesnt ever really let it out i mean shes putting herself under that pressure part of her character has always been that she hates when things are just handed to her as we see in her scene with grayson when she gets upset at the mere idea of her parents paying off grayson to let her win and we confirm that stayed into adulthood when jayce offers her that job for him and shes offended at the mere idea and i feel part of her feels if she shows that pain shes in things are gonna be handed to her out of sheer pity something that would likely fuel her rage further and further.

Next topic is her being willing to kill isha if it meant killing jinx. Now i understand the shock of this how it feels “out of character for her” but it really isnt yes she has been openly against the idea of people getting hit in the crossfire but in her mind its 1 innocent for multiple innocents including her own mother. she also isnt the first character to directly or indirectly result in a child's death and she didnt even succeed so yk but anyway every single councilor is responsible for countless deaths of undercity children and families heimerdinger honestly the most responsible because yk like 200 years of  ignoring the undercity and can i also just mention vis switch up on her opinion season one jayce kills a kid when fighting at the shimmer lab and vi has the mentality “you did what needed to be done one life for like 100” yet when caitlyn finds herself in that same mindset vis all “whats wrong with you you're evil now” so uh yeah not an attack on vi just trying to expand on it throughout this i will make comparisons on how we excuse vi but attack caitlyn and why i think thats really telling of how people see her as a character only there for caitvi romance plot!! But anyway caitlyn had every fucking right in that moment mind you she also was running on adrenaline something that i feel a lot of people don't understand in that moment its often impulse you do the first thing to come to mind she was just fighting off sevika shes in that do or die mindset its kill jinx or people die people also don't understand how deep caits trauma around jinx runs we don't know what she was put through during the time between her abduction and the like final scene of season 1 also just yk the entire show. jinx is her personal trauma.

Now onto the caitvi argument in the tunnels lets loop back to the state of mind she was in shes pumped on adrenaline rage and fear. She feels a deep sense of betrayal much like jinx does when vi “picks cait over her” its that feeling of “oh so you care more about someone who deeply hurt me and a random kid than me.” that only fuels her rage/pain that is making her less and less of her core values. caitlyn gets on the defensive she makes a generalization Something once again we see vi do to caitlyn earlier with the oil and water speech which no doubt left a hole in caits heart something that will stick with her dare i even say that plays a part in why she no longer sees zaun and pilover as two sides of the same coin the person who helped her learn something so crucial suddenly saying “actually we are different piltover is all the same you're all horrible. We can never get along, you are not an exception” which no doubt shattered that view and helped cement the separation in her mind. The key difference is that vi didnt get physical cait pushed her and hit her with the rifle but like i said she's on the defense. Also ive seen people saying “oh well cait knows how shes traumatized by enforcers” to caitlyn that trauma is equal to the trauma of what jinx has done to her and honestly it is caitlyn has lost almost everything to this for the sake of what started off as her dreams of justice her need to prove herself has been what she feels like is the sole cause of the  downfall of piltover. Which is why i truly believe caitlyn is still herself that the development to her character logical and her actions fully explainable and defendable 

Little added thing it’s after getting compared to jinx that she hits vi I mentioned how that’s literally her main trauma jinx killed her mom and ruined her life I’d hit someone with a rifle over that too.

And thats all ive got for now lmk if i should cover more!! And i will be adding as arc 2 and 3 release!

[purplemagics-blog]

WOLVERINE X READER IS WADE’S TWIN SISTER

(takes place in Deadpool and Wolverine)

I’m just some stuff you need to know:

yes you are Wade’s twin sister no you do not have the same scars as him and you have hair. (if you really want to imagine you have scars then ok but it does mention hair)

You do wear the same suit as Wade though you just preferred to keep the mask off but will put it on when it’s necessary.

You’re just as immature and dumb as your brother And you have a little more Sassiness

This is my first ever fanfiction and I’m writing this at three in the morning very tired and I have school in two hours so it may not be the best. i’m trying  

You find yourself looking at the Wolverine god damnit- wait before we begin that how did we get here? Well it all started when it was you and your brother’s birthday and the only people you ever knew as family were gathered around to watch and as the party continued there was a knock at the door. long story short y’all got sent to this place where some guy said that our anchor point was gone or something you weren’t paying attention to be honest but to be fair he was pretty boring, but you and Wade decided to get your anchor point back or whatever and as you traveled around universes all the wolverines try to attack you and Wade but y’all did get a good laugh when the “comic accurate short king wolverine” universe popped up. anyways, y’all found the perfect universe, but one tiny problem this motherfucker ain’t trying to go nowhere. so here you are looking at your brother try to convince wolverine to come with us as I sit on a barstool and sip a Diet Coke, but of course (as if your life could’ve been any harder) he doesn’t want to so your brother threatens him with a gun as you sip on your Diet Coke and then wolverine grabbed a bottle and passes out from alcohol… great. But I don’t have to borrow you with the story you already saw. (just imagine the movie but Wade had a sister)

(OK I’m gonna go from calling him the “wolverine” to Logan just think of it as yourself learning his name)

After saving your universe, you sat around the table and here you are you find yourself looking at the wolverine goddamnit. There is no way you caught feelings for a 200 in something, cigar smoking, Canadian man… named fucking Logan. You watch as Logan takes Dogpool from Wade so he could talk to a girl and damnit why are you finding it kinda hot!?

It was late and you where doing your hair in the bathroom mirror in just a towel before Logan walked in to your room

“The dick said I had to sleep in here”

Logan grunted as he laid out some clothes on the bed before looking at you and blushed. you both just stood there awkwardly as you were in just a towel that covered up basically nothing but what was necessary.

“Uhh there should be some extra blankets in the closet”

You said A bit flustered. You quickly finished up in the bathroom before slipping on a rope and climbing into bed, where Logan already was. You covered yourself with the blanket but as you did Logan looked at you and very awkwardly try to start a conversation.

“Sooo how you feeling”

He said his eyes flickering everywhere but you.

“horny” you thought to yourself, but you would never say that loud.

“Uhh just a bit tired”

You said letting out a little yawn before you looked back at him

“Logan?”

You muttered but before you can finish, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you in for a needy kiss. Seems like you’re not the only one that needed each other.

(I already know that was shit because I wrote it. Sorry if it was bad it’s my first one and I absolutely suck at writing s@x scenes😭🙏🏽)





[steddieas-shegoes]

i have an idea 🤭😵

like something where dustin accidentally outs steve to the party or anyone (i was inspired by your last one) (is eddie mad? is steve? what does the party think?)

if you’d like a line,

“What??”

(Dustin) goes pale, “Oh my god.” He turns on his heel and sprints in a very specific direction.

____ thinks they hear the words “holy shit, holy shit, holy shit, I’m so sorry, holy shit…”

this can include anyone and be anywhere and can also be like 200 words if you want!! (i can also always ignore it or pass on it)

Well let’s continue from the last one then!!! ☺️

“Will, it doesn’t even matter if you like guys! Steve and Eddie are together, and everyone still loves them!”

Steve froze where he stood in the kitchen, prepping snacks for the kids while they got ready to swim.

“What?”

Steve didn’t hear anything for a moment, then he heard Eddie yelling for Dustin and footsteps coming into the kitchen.

Dustin wasn’t paying attention when he ran into the kitchen, trying to escape through the back door and running right into Steve.

“Oh my god. Holy shit. Sorry. Holy shit.”

He was trying to get away still, pushing from Steve who was holding him as tight as he could.

“Dustin. Hey, chill.”

“I can’t. You gotta let me go. I fucked up.”

“Hey, language.”

“No, I did. I really did. I’m sorry.”

Eddie came into the room, his face red and angry until he saw the way Steve was trying to calm Dustin down.

He walked up to them slowly, prepared to pull Dustin away if Steve needed him to.

“It’s okay. It was an accident. I know you didn’t mean to, Dustin.”

“But you said not to. And it could be dangerous. And then everyone else might say something.”

“I promise it’s okay. We were gonna come out soon anyway.”

“But it was supposed to be you telling everyone.”

“Yeah. And that part sucks a little. But I’ll live.”

Steve pulled him into his arms, hugging him close.

Eddie moved into the hug, holding them both in his arms.

“I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay, kid.”

And it was.

It took the pressure off Steve, and it gave Eddie the excuse to touch Steve all the time.

That was enough punishment for Dustin for accidentally outing him.

[thoughtsforsoob]

hi ! congrats on 200💗 this is for ur event !

hyuka + cuddles on a rainy day

i think hyuka would be so sweet during cuddles💗💗

a/n: hello anon! thank you for requesting! I hope this meets your expectations :) feel free to request any time you'd like. it's been rainy where I am and I think the weather will help with writing this :) I love the rainy weather (lmao except for getting caught in the rain with no jacket or umbrella). anyways, enjoy!

it had been raining for quite a while now. the streets were wet, cars passing near by were driving slower than usual and people were walking about with their umbrellas.

you chose to stay indoors on this rainy Saturday and cozy up on the couch. you'd piled up some blankets and pillows from your shared bed and got comfy. you also stocked up some snacks and drinks, placed on the coffee table within easy reach. you fired up Netflix and got to watching a movie you hadn't had time to watch during the week. you were so happy and comfortable, even though you were alone for that afternoon.

at around 7pm, you'd already started to think about dinner and started to wonder when your boyfriend would come home. you got up and started to cook up something yummy for when kai would arrive home, knowing he'd probably want something warm and fresh for dinner. you started on some pasta, opting for something a little easier since the rainy conditions had you feeling just a tiny bit sluggish.

7:30 pm rolls around and you hear the door unlock and close again. you knew exactly who that was so you turn the heat down on the stove all the way to the slowest setting, so the pasta wouldn't go cold, and ran off to greet kai. to your surprise, he was all wet! "kai! baby! don't tell me you forgot your umbrella!" he smiles sheepishly, "I did forget. don't worry, though! im gonna take a warm shower right now!" you kiss his cheek and he smiled, suddenly smelling what you made. "oh my goodness, dinner smells heavenly!" you thank him for the compliment and urge him to run off and shower.

he runs down the stairs after his shower and into the kitchen, immediately giving you a proper hug and kiss. he wasn't able to before since he was drenched from the rain. you serve him his dinner as well as your and you both eat, sitting side by side, and talking about both your days. you tell him about what you'd watched and he tells you about his latest drama with his hyungs.

once dinner was done, you both wash the dirty dishes together, something you were grateful for some help with, and you both retreat to the couch. he smiles wide when he sees all the fluffy blankets and pillows on the couch, wanting nothing more than to get cozy on the couch with his favorite girl. he positions himself comfortably on the couch and pulls you down onto his lap. he starts to wrap you and him up with blankets. once he's done he looks down at you, "all cozy?" you nod up at him and start back up the tv, picking something to watch together.

nights like this were his perfect cup of tea. all he ever wanted was his girlfriend and to be able to cuddle her whenever he wanted and that's exactly what he had at the moment. when he was stressed out and needing motivation, he thought about moments like these and how he lived for them.

[hananoami]

「 𝑻𝑶𝑴𝑶𝑹𝑹𝑶𝑾'𝑺 𝑪𝑨𝑻𝑪𝑯-22 」 𝐏𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘

╰┈➤ [Tomorrow's Catch-22] is a limited-time multi-character wish banner that runs from 02/10/2025 to 02/27/2025, featuring the 5-Star Memories [Xavier: Deluded Fiction], [Zayne: Immediate Disorder], [Rafayel: Extreme Dose], [Sylus: Innocent Birdcage], and [Caleb: Tainted Cuts].

Disclaimer: In addition to the free 10 pulls we got as in game rewards I purchased packs and spent some diamonds that I had saved. Remember to spend responsibly.

Phew... Now that the three day boycott has come to an end I finally decided to pull on the [Tomorrow's Catch-22] limited-time banner. To the steadfast hunters who also participated in solidarity-- you did well in exercising self-restraint~ Hopefully that will send a message to the gaming company to respect their player base a bit more!

This is the first multi-character banner where I didn't feel the desire to rank up every memory to R1 in order to obtain all of the alternate colors. The base outfit from Fantasy Blessing was enough for me, along with the R0 memory for their respective collection. I'll just wait until this banner has a rerun to get the ones that I am missing.

As always I pulled for Zayne first, where I lost the 50/50. Fortunately it was to Caleb's memory for this banner so I wasn't even upset, as I was going to be pulling for his memory anyway. Both of them took their sweet time coming home with 60+ pulls.

Soft Pity: Tainted Cuts (62)

Hard Pity: Immediate Disorder (63)

After Zayne I pulled for Xavier next. It still took me 60+ pulls, but I won the 50/50!

Soft Pity: Deluded Fiction (65)

I selected Rafayel for my next precise wish after Xavier. Like the other two love interests it took 60+ pulls before he decided to come home, beating the 50/50!!

Soft Pity: Extreme Dose (63)

By this time I have made 253 pulls on this banner. I could have ended it here by using the Revelry Crate (200 pulls reward) from Fantasy Blessing, but then I would have missed out on other rewards for one of the love interests...

In order to obtain thee last two rewards from Fantasy Blessing I needed to make 22 more pulls for the Rhapsody Crate (275 reward) for the final outfit with an additional 10 pulls on top of that for the Untamed Crate (275 reward) for the final hairstyle.

And so, I continued pulling.

Zayne surprised me in the next 10x pull I did after selecting Sylus for my final precise wish. This unexpected rank up unlocked his alternate color, which I was not going to complain about ahaha. It was a very pleasant surprise ♡

This meant Sylus would arrive sometime during my hard pity. I could have just done 10x more pulls and be done with it, but I was stubborn and wanted to pull his memory in order to use the free crate to R1 another memory. Once again, it took 60+ pulls.

Soft Pity: Immediate Disorder (10)

Hard Pity: Innocent Birdcage (65)

I stopped pulling after obtaining Sylus's [Innocent Birdcage] since I pulled Caleb's [Tainted Cuts] earlier. By the end of everything it took me made 231 pulls to get all of the memories from this banner, with a surprise R1 for Zayne.

Oh, I decided to open my crate to R1 Caleb's memory for a few reasons:

He doesn't have that many memories available for combat at this time.

Ranking up a 5-Star Memory will give 750 affinity points -- that's a lot of points!

Collecting another outfit for Caleb will give 250 points! Closer to his 100 ring...

Caleb is my borderline main/hot #2 favorite, so of course I'm gonna spoil him.

[alias-mike]

hi guys today i will complain about how clothes shopping is literally Hell On Earth for me personally. tw body image issues and discussion of ed. this is like a somewhat lighthearted vent if that makes any sense

currently i am in an inconvenient limbo of Too Big For Standard Sizing but also Too Small For Plus Sizing so somehow the clothes that currently fit the best is my lolita stuff. its not even that comfortable, everything else just sucks more somehow. NONE of my pants fit flatteringly OR comfortably and it doesnt even matter anyway because the rubbing between my thighs absolutely DESTROYS the fabric within months anyway. i keep saying that im gonna go thrifting (at least i will be paying ~$10 instead of $30-$60 to wear smth for the same amount of time) but stuff keeps getting in the way and now i have almost no pants to wear. i also exclusively shop in the mens section for normie clothes and that creates the unfortunate issue of shirts not fitting over my hips so it just bunches up and looks stupid. every single one of my shirts do this. free me.

honestly i think all of my fat distribution going to my waist and hips is karmic justice for lucking out with a naturally flat chest. like hell yeah less dysphoria but also WHERE CAN I FIND CLOTHES THAT LOOK GOOD AND IS ALSO COMFORTABLE. SURELY IS IT NOT TOO HARD TO MAKE A MENS TSHIRT THAT FLARES OUT AT THE BOTTOM. OR WOMENS (as in extra hip and thigh space) SHORTS THAT GO DOWN TO THE KNEES INSTEAD OF ENDING MID THIGH. ONE WOULD THINK THATS NOT TOO HARD BUT ALAS. I HAVE YET TO FIND ANY.

also having a waist measurement that exceeds your bust is terrible for buying basically any lolita/aristo top. all of my lolita blouses are constructed in a way that expects you to have a larger bust than waist, so even if i am at the middle or lower end of its range of measurements my waist still makes the fabric on each side pull away from the buttons and i have had cases where the buttons will straight up fall off. which is really upsetting on a $200 blouse as one can imagine. even for the vest i got today, the xl fits my bust nicely but cannot be buttoned at the waist so i got the xxl. however, the xxl is too big for my bust and there is visible space between the garment and my body if you look at it from the side. also its a bit long so ONCE AGAIN IT DOES THE UGLY BUNCHING UP AT MY HIPS WHEN WILL I BE FREE FROM THIS. i do rlly like this vest so im considering taking it to a tailor but the alterations might be uncommon/expensive so idk if itll actually be worth it 😭

obviously clothes should fit your body and not the other way around but considering how much this inconvenience is affecting me im really considering developing an eating disorder on purpose. because thats the only way i can lose weight 😀 proven by real life experience unfortunately 😀 my parents made me do a weight loss regimen like 3 years ago and it was about eating healthy and exercising every day and it did nothing 😀 then like a year ago i just decided to do some disordered eating practices on purpose and also didnt lose any weight but my physical measurements did change notably so. thats one of the things ever

for reasons unknown and are surely unrelated to the numerous toxic chemicals i have ingested along the same time as my body fat increase im afraid i will be fat forever. which is not a moral failing of my character but i sure would feel less bad about it if i could find clothes that dont make me want to kill myself! AAAAAURURHHHFHFHHHHHHH

also i had an ultrasound and xray like last week any my doctor was to talk about the results in person 😀 surely this doesnt mean anything serious 😀 right guys 😀 the appointment is next week and i try my best to not think about it 😀

[haileybeehappy]

Between The Pages

Harry Styles AU

Summary : You are a temp that gets a job as a personal assistant for a semi-reclusive author named Harry Styles. While his regular assistant gives birth and going on maternity leave.

Word Count : 3k

Warnings : I have no idea what being a temp is like so im winging it, older harry, idk, just the starter chapter

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Being a temp was not where you thought you would be at twenty three years old but here you were in a small office that smelled of copier toner and stale coffee. In an office chair with springs that dug into the backs of your thighs and a cubical neighbor who hummed the most annoying songs very out of tune. So when an email comes across your laptop for a personal assistant position for six weeks you apply immediately. You daydream of getting coffees for fashion designers and picking up celebrities dry cleaning.

So when you get a call to come in for an interview for a semi reclusive writer who was going to need an assistant while his went on maternity leave. Your dreams were a bit crushed, but you went anyways. Anything has to be better than this busy work hell. The interview is at some big office building packed full of important people.

You pulled down the skirt you were wearing to conceal your knees. Feeling cold in the A/C pumped white walled room. The walls lined with old chairs, the fabric sagging and wrinkled. Ancient faded magazines sat on dented coffee tables. The door connected to the room opens and out steps a very pregnant woman. Your name falling from her mouth. You stand and she motions for you to follow.

“So I’m going to be honest,” she says nervously. “You are the only one that has responded to the application that is qualified for it and I don’t have much time,” she tells you as you follow her waddling form down the hallway. “The job is yours if you want it,” she pauses and looks down the left and right sides of the hallways. Contemplating for an second before going right. “We can up it 200 more a week on salary,” she then stops at a door and opens it. You trail her and sit down at a table that is stacked with papers. You sit for a moment and the two of you look at each other. “So?” She asks. Slightly out of breath.

“Oh um,” you ramble. “Do I have to answer now?”

“No but if you do,” she pauses and looks down. Taking a deep breath. “We can do fifteen hundred a week on salary,” she then lets out a small groan and covers it with a cough. “I know it’s a big waving glowing red flag to hire on the spot but not much I can do from here,” her hands grasping at the handles of her chair. The skin on her knuckles stretched white.

“That’s a lot more than advertised,” is all you can think to say.

“Yeah well circumstances have changed and you would need to start tomorrow, maybe today?” She then slowly stands up. Your eyes snap open as she begins to breath heavily.

“Are you in labor?” You pop to a standing position and dash to her side. She shakes her head, pauses then shrugs.

“I don’t know I’ve never been in labor,” she groans. “And I can’t be in labor because I’m not due for another,” a scream like noise escapes her lips as she grasps onto your arm. “Two weeks. And I still have to train youuuu..” her words stretch out to a wail.

“Okay, okay, okay, well I think you are most definitely in labor. We are gonna get you to the hospital and then we can worry about this job stuff okay?” You speak calmly and she nods her head along with your words. The two of you make your way down the lobby passing many New Yorkers who don’t even then to look at the woman groaning and borderline screaming. You hail a cab and clamber into the germ infested back seat. Your hand used as her squeeze toy, your fingers pinched blue and purple and loosing feeling at the ends. “You got this,” we got this, you think. As the cab comes to a stop in front of a hospital you get out and she’s on the phone. Quickly giving you instructions and tasks and rules and people and numbers and emails and everything. Not catching all the information between the contractions. The cab driver seemingly unfazed as you tuck thirty dollars into his hand.

“And I will email you all this stuff once this is over, if it’s ever over,” she groans as she lays in the hospital bed. You are awaiting the arrival of her husband, not wanting to leave her alone. Even if she’s a stranger. “And it’s, it’s a lot. But you can do it. Hell you’re helping me through this. Which you will be paid for,” she laughs. “He is really a nice guy. Just. A little reclusive. He leaves his building, he just doesn’t leave the block. He goes to the Chinese food place and corner store on his block. And occasionally the hot dog stand on the other side of the street. But he needs help with the other stuff. Picking up dry cleaning. Running copies to the office and things like that,” she lets out quickly in two long breaths.

“Okay, okay, okay,” you nod your head. Her hands squeezing yours.

“And if you need anything. Text me. Call me. Um, i probably won’t be getting much sleep anyways,” she chuckles. You nod. “And, and, um, I need you to bring him that envelope in my bag once my husband gets here. He needs that today!” She yells out. And as she lets out a scream the door bursts open and in comes a tall man, long hair tied back into a pony tail.

“Sarah oh my god I’m so sorry,” he rushes to her side. “Baby, I promise I was as fast I could,” she grasps onto him as he comes close enough. You take a step back and wait while they hold each other for a moment. She then turns to you and points the the envelope.

“Take that to the address for Harry Styles, that’s who you will be assisting. I guess you should know that,” she smiles. “It’s in the email I sent you. He knows your coming. Take then red key ring from my bag. Those are for the building and the door. I think that’s it for now. I will call you in the morning okay?” She asks. You nod. You turn and grab the envelope before looking back at her and speak.

“Good luck,” she smiles at you.

“Thank you,” and you turn and leave. You take a long breath and stand for a moment. Processing as much of the information that you can remember. Then scrolling through your phone and find the address for Mr. Styles building. Once you find it in the Email you travel back to the lobby and hail a cab. You fidget with the envelope the entire ride. You pay the fare with the card sara gave you right before you left the hospital room, the name ‘H Styles’ written in gold letters across the black card. You hop out the cab and slowly make your way to the door. Sifting through keys as you go to open the lock. Finally finding the key it clicks open the door. Once on the elevator you take it to the top floor, it opens to a hallway and you step out with uneven footsteps. Nerves flooding your veins. No ideas how this is going to go. You have the key to open the door but you don’t know if you should use it. So you stand there a second, thinking. You raise your hand and knock three times. One Mississippi. Two Mississippi. Three Mississippi. Four Mississippi. Five Mississippi. Then a tumble and a crash. Footsteps towards the door. A lock slides and the door opens.

“Hello,” an accented voice speaks as the man comes into view.

“Hey,” you introduce yourself and hold out the envelope. “Sarah said that you needed this today and um so yeah,” you say as you wave around the yellow paper.

“Thank you,” he smiles as he takes the envelope from your hand. “Come in, come in,” he opens the door and moves out of the way so you could come into the apartment. You nod awkwardly and shuffle past him, “I’m Harry it’s nice to meet you,” his hand reaches out to shake yours. His hand grips around yours, large fingers cover your smaller ones. Rings cold against your skin, tattoos speckled on his hands and for arms as far as you can see.

“Nice to meet you,” an uncomfortable smile on your face.

“How is Sarah doing?” He asks as he walks further into his apartment. You follow meekly behind him.

“As okay as she can be I guess,” you shrug. “She’s gonna call me in the morning to talk more,” another awkward shrug. You don’t know what to do with your body. Your arms curled towards yourself oddly. Shifting on your feet back and forth.

“Good, good, would you like some tea? Coffee? Water?” He asks while he floats through his kitchen. You shake your head.

“No thanks I’m okay,” he looks at you blankly, thinking for a second.

“Well Sarah said that she had some stuff to give you if you could wait here just a minute,” he then disappears into the hallways behind him. You stand awkwardly and wait. Something brushes against your leg and you let out a yelp. Looking down there was a small orange cat.

“Oh hey,” you whisper down to the small feline. “You scared me little one,” you said as you reached down to let him smell you. Your hands running through his fur as he purred at you. Harry came around the corner with a large binder amount other books and papers.

“Hey honey,” you look at him, eyebrow crooked. “The cat,” he smirks at you. You nod. A smile playing at your lips. Cute.

“Hey honey,” you whimper to the cat as he rubs against your leg. “How are you? Huh?” He continues to purr while rubbing against your leg.

“He’s a grumpy old man,” Harry says dropping the large pile of papers on the counter before lowering himself to the ground and scooping Honey onto his folded legs. “Sixteen years old,” his large frame wraps around the cat like a shield as he babbles to the cat. His curly hair is lightly speckled with grays, his green eyes sparkle as he talks to the cat. Fingers scratching under his chin. “My little old man, so stink huh? Such a stink man huh?” he talks the the cat. You feel as if you’re invading their space.

“So I’m gonna take these then?” You ask as you bring yourself back to your feet. Plopping your hand on top of the stack. “What do I do with them?”

“Read them,” he looks up at you. “I’m honestly not all sure what’s all in there. That’s just what she’s been gathering up these last few weeks?” His hands still petting Honey. He looks so meek and small curled up on the floor with the large orange cat.

“Oh..” the stack seems to grow. “I guess I should get on that,” you slip your fingers under the stack before trying to lift up the papers but they are too heavy. “Oh shit,” you gasp as you fling the binders and papers and books over the edge. He is up and standing. Hands overtop yours and brings it back up to the counter.

“Let me get some bags,” he whispers into your ear as he catches you. You just nod.

“Oh. Okay,” you freeze. His disconnect from your frame sends goosebumps over your arms. Feeling cold without his contact. He walks back into the area he got the books from. You suspect it’s the hall that leads to the bedrooms of the very spacious apartment. When you heard reclusive writer you were expecting an much older man who had books stacked to the ceiling and smelled of coffee and whiskey. Not an attractive British man who baby talks to his cat. Your eyes skim the kitchen and the small sitting room attached. Picture frames covered the walls of the apartment. All the frames different shades of gold, brown and random accents of color. The photos in them range from people to places and animals. Quite a few pictures of the beautiful orange cat that has now perched himself on the counter next you and is purring as your hands mindlessly scratch at his head.

“I’ll help you carry them down yeah?” He asks, startling you. A squeak like noise leaves your throat. Your hand flying over your chest. Like you’re trying to capture the heart that seems to be beating out of your chest. “Sorry love,” he smiles. “Didn’t mean to scare you,” you shake you’re head in response.

“It’s okay I just scare easy,” you reach to grab the two reusable bags from him. “And I can carry them it’s okay,” he shrugs.

“I have to go down to get some new pens from the corner store so it’s okay,” you shrug.

“I guess I won’t fight you on it,” a light smile etched onto your features.

“You wouldn’t have won anyways,” he then guides you out of the apartment. You opening doors for him and pressing elevator buttons as he holds the two very heavy bags. For you they would have been anyways. But he carry’s them with ease, the muscles under is sage green cardigan slightly bulging. “Um,” he starts. Pulling his lips into his mouth quickly as if to think of what to say. “Thank you so much for taking this on,” his fingers fidgeting with the steps on the bag. “I really appreciate it and hope that we can make this run smoothly until sara is ready to come back,” he rambles as you finally make it to the ground floor

“Of course it’s hopefully going to be a little bit more exciting than data entry and customer service,” he lets out a small laugh.

“I hope so,” he guides you out the door and a black SUV pulls up to the curb. “Here’s your ride,” you look at him with wide eyes.

“Huh?” You ask and a small older lady comes around the side and walks in front of you. Reaching out and grasping your hand in hers.

“Hi I’m Elaine and I am Mr.Styles driver,” she says with a large smile. “Though he doesn’t go anywhere so I am your driver,” her voice is airy and happy.

“Oh um,” you can’t seem to get nah words out. Shocked. Harry introduces you to her as your brain is still running behind. A driver for a personal assistant is kind of a lot.

“There’s lots of driving in this position and cabs can get expensive,” he moves to put the binders and folders in the back seat. Leaving you room to sit behind the passenger seat. “And there’s some things that I’ll need to bring to the office and back that I just don’t trust to be transported by subway or bus,” he says nervously. Sarah has mentioned he is a very paranoid man who hides it easily, until it comes to his writing. Along with other things, hence why he doesn’t venture more than a street from his apartment building.

“Oh okay,” you then nod at him. “I will see you tomorrow?” You ask trying not to sound too nervous.

“You know where to find me,” he lets out a shy laugh. You just smile at him and pull the door closed. You give Elaine your address and she sits in thought for a second. Before signaling to merge onto the road.

“Isn’t he handsome?” Elaine speaks as she pulls out into traffic. The question startling you. Her small frame is placed atop a cushion that gives her a few inches to see past the steering wheel.

“Oh yeah I guess,” you shrug.

“It’s okay honey you can tell me the truth,” she smiles mischievously through the rear view mirror. Why is she asking you this. It seems unprofessional considering you two are basically co-workers.

“He is a little too old for me,” you tell her click open your phone. Finding the email again and trying to read through and memorize as much information as you can.

“Not at all! You seem like a mature young lady. And very beautiful,”

“Thank you Elaine but Mr.Styles is my boss and I’m a little uncomfortable with this conversation to be honest,” your voice trailing off quietly. Hoping not to offend the older woman.

“Oh of course I’m so sorry,” she shakes her head. “I won’t ask again,” she waits a few seconds before looking back to me again. “So what made you take the job?” She ask’s curiously.

“The money pays well. Sarah seemed really nice and it’s definitely better than the dead end office jobs I’ve been finding,” you shrug. “Even though it’s a temporary thing it’ll be nice to get some experience,” she nods along with your words.

“Oh good reasons,” she laughs as you pull into a spot in front of your apartment building. “Here we are,” she sighs. Turning to look at you face to face. “Right?”

“Yes ma’am,” you respond opening the door and shuffling off the seat and pulling the bags with you. Your arms straining to carry the large heavy bags. ‘Wow I really need to go back to the gym,’ you think to yourself as you make your way to the door.

“Just call me Elaine,” she smiles at you from her now open window. “And I will be here tomorrow at seven so that we can do Mr.Styles morning errands,” you Jude nod and wave. Quickly making your way into the building.

"What did I just get myself into?" you whisper to yourself as you stop onto your elevator. Elaines words running through your head. Did you think he was attractive? I mean he wasn't unattracrive? Why was that her question about him for you? Was she trying to play cupid? Weird way to start out her first day at work. "Whatever he has in store for me tomorrow better not be nearly as exciting. Today was too much,"