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savvyscribbleswriting · 10 days ago

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Pairing: Johnny Storm (as portrayed by Joseph Quinn) x fem!Reader

Summary: You’re a secretary for the Future Foundation and keep running into a handsome stranger, who just so happens to be the brother of the head of said foundation.

Word Count: 2.5k

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: I’m going in blind with this one; nothing is set in stone with regards to plot/setting/character/other; the Fantastic Four have their powers but don’t use them here; no use of (Y/N); reader is a bit clumsy; Johnny is a sweetheart; possible inaccuracies of secretarial duties

Author’s Note: This was more of a challenge that it probably had any right to be because it started off as one thing then branched off into about eight other things that I finally grouped into three. (Can you tell I’m hard on myself?) Anyway, here it is! And early, too, which is a first! AND there’s more where it came from leading up to “Fantastic Four: First Steps,” so stay tuned!

P.S. I DO NOT OWN THE FANTASTIC FOUR OR ANYTHING ELSE MARVEL-RELATED!!!

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You moved to the city shortly after college. Bright-eyed and intelligent, you were ready to make your mark. It wasn’t long before you found a job at the Baxter Building in Manhattan with an organization called the Future Foundation. You were brought on as a secretary, which meant you were constantly running in and out of the office to complete a laundry list of tasks – collect files, put away files, take notes for files, answer phone calls, make phone calls, make appointments, make coffee, and get lunch for everyone.

One day, as you were coming back from completing this last task, about three bags of food in either arm, you bumped into someone. “I’m sorry!” you exclaimed, blushing with embarrassment as a couple of the bags fell to the floor. You tried to bend down to pick them up but the person, a man, beat you to it.

“It’s alright. I should’ve been watching myself,” he said. Once he lifted his head, you couldn’t help but stare. He was ridiculously handsome with blonde hair and blue eyes. He looked just like a prince out of a fairytale. He seemed to be in some sort of daze staring back at you, which he quickly shook himself out of.

“Um… you must be hungry,” he tried to joke. You didn’t get it. He cleared his throat. “I just mean this is a lot of food for one person.”

You let out a nervous giggle as you finally got his meaning. “Oh, no! It’s not for me. It’s for my boss and some coworkers.”

“Well, let me help you,” he said, grabbing another bag from your arms before speeding towards the elevator.

You followed him as fast as you could. “No, please! I can make it! I’d hate to trouble you!”

“It’s no trouble!” he insisted. Before you could object further, the elevator doors opened and he stepped inside. Seeing that there was no persuading him, you stepped in after him and told him the floor number.

“Thank you,” you said shyly.

“You’re welcome,” he replied, his smile making you slightly weak in the knees.

With his help, you managed to get the food to its destination without any more spills. It wasn’t until you were relaying your story to a fellow coworker that you realized you didn’t catch the stranger’s name. He was long gone by that point, though, so you just let yourself daydream about his looks and charm as you went on with your day.

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It wasn’t long until you saw him again. You were rushing to deliver some important files one morning when you tripped and fell. All your papers went flying in every direction. You tried to catch as many as you could before kneeling to pick up the rest. A pair of shoes stepped in front of you and you looked up.

“I’m sorry we keep meeting like this,” the handsome stranger said with a smirk.

You attempted to ease the butterflies in your stomach by continuing to clean up your mess. “No, no, I’m sorry! I don’t know what’s gotten into me lately.”

You were about to start on the other side when you noticed the stranger beat you to it again. He collected the rest of your papers and handed them over to you. You swore a little electricity passed between you two as your hands touched. You both straightened up and looked anywhere but each other, with you fiddling with your hair and he scratching his neck.

The clock loudly chimed 12. You gasped. “Oh, no! My boss is going to kill me!” You quickly made your way to the elevator and caught it before it closed. As the doors shut, you yelled to the stranger, “Thank you!” He blankly waved goodbye in response. You realized again that you didn’t catch his name, and again you let yourself daydream your way through work.

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The third time proved to be the charm. You had been instructed by your boss to greet Sue Storm, head of the Future Foundation, for a meeting. You breathed deeply, smoothed out your outfit, and made a strict promise to yourself not to do anything embarrassing.

The elevator doors soon opened and out came Sue Storm, so beautiful and warm. She greeted you with a smile and a gentle handshake. You managed not to stutter as you introduced yourself.

“I hope you don’t mind that my brother accompanies us,” she said. “He’s been more interested than usual about the foundation lately.” She then called out to a man who was staring at one of the custom, modern art pieces on the wall. A man with blonde hair and blue eyes. A man who helped you twice before.

“Johnny!”

He turned around and your eyes instantly locked.

“You,” you found yourself whispering.

“You,” he echoed, walking over to you and bypassing Sue.

Sue didn’t miss the connection between you two. “Do you know each other?” she asked.

“No!” you and Johnny exclaimed simultaneously. Sue raised an eyebrow as if to say, “Really?” You and Johnny spoke on top of each other in differing attempts to clarify.

“Well, not really. You see-“

“I just bumped into her a couple times and-“

“I can be a bit clumsy and he was helping me out-“

“She looked like she could use an extra hand so I-“

“I really appreciate him saving me.”

“Just wanted to be a gentleman. That’s all.”

“I see…” Sue said, looking back and forth between you two. Was that a smirk forming on her face? You thought it best not to look into it and instead focus on business. You cleared your throat and gestured towards the conference room.

“Shall we?” you asked.

“Lead the way,” Johnny said, copying your gesture. You blushed and scurried back. Johnny followed you like a puppy. Had he turned around, he would’ve seen Sue’s smirk get bigger.

She managed to hide it as the meeting commenced. She listened to her team give her the latest statistics and ideas for the foundation, but every now and then she peeked in on you and Johnny at the other end of the table. Once he got in the room, he immediately sat next to you and paid attention to nothing else. He mainly tried to get your attention with just his gaze. There were a few times you fell for it and looked up from your note-taking, only for him to cast his gaze somewhere else until you looked away to start the game all over again. Sue thought it was childish but in a rather cute way.

After the meeting, everyone gathered for lunch. Sue was talking to one of the supervisors about his first grandchild when she heard some giggling. She turned to see Johnny smiling as you tried not to spit out your food over some joke he made.

When it was time to get back to work and for Sue to check in on Reed at the lab, Johnny declared that he had decided to stick around the office for a while. Before she left, she saw you going over your list of tasks with Johnny and him excitedly following you, supposedly to help you accomplish one or even all of them. The whole thing was so endearing.

Sue couldn’t not bring it up at family dinner that night.

“Johnny, why don’t you tell everyone about your new friend?” she asked as her brother was taking a bite out of his steak. Ben and Reed turned to Johnny, their curiosity piqued. Johnny’s eyes widened like a kid being caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

“What?” he said through a full mouth.

“The secretary,” Sue simply stated.

“What secretary?” Reed asked.

“At the Future Foundation. Johnny seemed pretty taken with her.”

“Well, ring-a-ding-ding!” Ben exclaimed, shoving Johnny.

Johnny was quick to swat away his big, rocky hand. “It’s not like that! I ran into her a couple times and helped her out with some work. It’s not a big deal.”

“I think dating a secretary would be good for you.”

All eyes went to Reed. It wasn’t often he contributed to a conversation involving feelings; he was a man of facts, after all. And facts he stated. “As a secretary, she must be dedicated, well-organized, punctual, presentable – traits that I think would be agreeable in any romantic partner, especially for Johnny.”

“What does that mean?” Johnny asked with food in his mouth again.

“It means the girl could probably rein you in a little bit. Make you more responsible,” Ben said with a chuckle.

Reed nodded in agreement. “You better ask her out soon before someone else sees those same qualities and decides to court her.”

“And then we’ll have the displeasure of seeing you mope around the entire building for a week,” Sue teased.

“My God, I can see it now!” Ben chuckled again.

“Can we please just leave this alone?! I’m trying to enjoy my meal!” Johnny begged, actually begged. Sue, Reed, and Ben laughed softly at the state they managed to reduce Johnny to, but thankfully relented and changed the subject.

As Johnny laid in bed, the dinner conversation was inter-spliced with thoughts of you in his mind. You were all the things the others said and more. Johnny thought you were smart, polite, shy, clumsy (but in a rather adorable way), and pretty to boot. So why hadn’t he asked you out yet? He was usually so quick to go after something that he wanted. And what he wanted now… was you.

He wanted to take you out to a nice dinner, talk about things other than work, get to know you personally, make you laugh and smile so much your face lit up, and maybe, if he was lucky, see if your lips were as soft as he imagined them to be.

It wasn’t going to happen, though, until he took the first step.

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The next morning, Johnny woke up bright and early to get ready for his own task. He triple-checked himself in the mirror just before he left and walked with purpose all the way to your office. Nothing was going to stop him from asking you out. Except…

When he made it inside, he heard your giggle and turned in your direction. His smile, his ego, his purpose deflated at the sight in front of him. There you were, standing next to some chump in a cheap-looking suit who was leaning in close to you and whispering God knows what. Johnny knew flirting when he saw it, and this guy was flirting hard with you.

His heart sank. He tried to keep his face and whole demeanor neutral, but his feet betrayed him as he stormed out. Just as he was about to close the door, he heard you call out, “Mr. Storm?!”

It wasn’t often that he was called that, so Johnny instinctively turned around to make sure it was him who was being addressed. There you were again, only this time you were close to him and spoke so quickly. “Mr. Storm! I hope I haven’t kept you waiting. Do you still need my help with that big team project of yours?”

Johnny stood stunned. The only thing he could hear was the sound of his heartbeat picking up and his eyelashes hitting each other as he blinked profusely. He managed to look up to the man you’d been talking to, who had a hand on his hip and an annoyed look on his face. He looked back to you and saw that your eyes were pleading desperately for him to say at least something along the lines of “yes.”

“Um… sure. Ye-Yeah,” he stuttered, moving out of the way so you could clear the doorway first. He followed you to the elevator and didn’t breathe until the doors were closed. You did the same thing.

“Thank you so much, Johnny!” you exclaimed. “Mark, that guy back there, he’s been flirting with me for about a week and trying to get me to go out with him. I’ve tried letting him down gently, but he just doesn’t give up and I got so nervous…”

Johnny wished he could’ve heard what you were saying, but his mind was in a daze over how sweet and natural his name sounded coming from you. “Johnny?” he accidentally said aloud.

You backtracked, “Oh, I just thought… Actually, I don’t know what I thought. I mean, I hardly know you. I certainly don’t know you enough to be on a first-name basis. I apologize, Mr.-“

“No!” Johnny exclaimed, which made you jump back in shock. He realized his mistake and calmed down before starting over. “I’m sorry. I meant to say, I don’t mind you calling me Johnny. I like it. I like… you. And…. I’d like it if you’d accompany me to dinner tomorrow night.”

Your expression became unreadable. Now it was Johnny’s turn to backtrack. “You don’t have to! You probably don’t want to. Of course, you don’t want to! You just tried to fight off another guy’s advances! God, I’m so stupid! I’m sorry! Just forget I even said anything. Really, we can just-“

“Johnny?” you interrupted, your voice gentle as you called him by name again. He promptly shut his mouth as you boldly moved closer. “I’d love to go out with you tomorrow.”

“Really?”

You nodded, a smile slowly appearing on your face. Johnny let out a big sigh of relief and a smile of his own. “Oh, that’s great! Okay! Great! Should I just meet you after work?”

“That works for me,” you agreed as the elevator doors opened. You stepped out and turned back to him. You said bashfully, “Speaking of work, I could really use your help finding some files. Do you mind?”

“Not at all,” he said, a spring in his step as he caught up to you.

“Thank you so much!” you exclaimed. You then did something that surprised Johnny and you – you gave him a big kiss on the cheek. You don’t know where that came from or who blushed harder, you or him.

That single kiss made Johnny’s brain go a mile a second.

He wondered if you would kiss him like that again.

If you would kiss him after he helped you with the rest of your tasks.

If you would kiss him after your date with him tomorrow, and the date after that, and the date after that.

If you would kiss him after you met his family.

If you would kiss him at the Future Foundation’s Christmas party under some mistletoe.

If you would kiss him when he asked you to marry him.

If you would kiss him as you two made dinner together.

If you would kiss him before bed.

If you would kiss him after he had a rough day.

If you would kiss him after you had a rough day.

If you would kiss him just because.

He somehow got his brain to slow down and his feet to fall into step with you as you two walked awkwardly to the filing room. Little did he know that you thinking the same excited thoughts about the fantastic future ahead.

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Author’s Note 2: Electric Boogaloo: Thank you so much for making it to the end! I ask that you NOT post this story as your own, please. Instead, give it a like/review/bookmark/reblog/all of the above wherever you read it.

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savvyscribbleswriting · 20 days ago

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Pairing: Logan Howlett/Wolverine (specifically worst!Wolverine) x fem!Reader

Summary: After you catch your friends badmouthing your talkative nature, you start holding back. Logan is not having it.

Word Count: 7.1k

Genre: Smut (18+; MDNI!!!)

Warnings: no use of (Y/N); strong language; angst (with a happy ending); self-hatred; slow burn; explicit sexual situations; oral sex (female receiving); face sitting; breast play; p in v sex (him on top); mentions of clawing; Logan has a bit of a pain kink; reader is described as a talker; reader’s friends are secretly the worst; Logan is the best; Wade, Vanessa, and Peter are supporting characters (and also the best); Mary Puppins and Blind Al cameos; Logan gets called “Wolverine” once

Author’s Note: I didn’t think I’d be going back to Logan smut so soon, but here we are! Enjoy!

P.S. I DO NOT OWN WOLVERINE, DEADPOOL, OR ANY OTHER CHARACTER(S) IN THE DEADPOOL/MARVEL UNIVERSE!!! I ALSO DO NOT OWN ANYTHING/ANYONE THAT IS WITTILY REFERENCED!!!

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You loved to talk.

You had always been that way. It wasn’t because you loved to hear the sound of your own voice or anything malicious like that. You were just a passionate person who had this natural ability to have long-winded conversations about a variety of topics.

When you were a kid, adults found it cute and just let you be. As you got older and more self-aware, you found yourself abruptly stopping and blushing in embarrassment, only for people to assure you that you were alright. In short, you had never gotten much criticism when it came to you talking a lot. If anything, your friends encouraged it. You had two friend groups, though.

The first group included Wade Wilson, a blabber mouth himself with a colorful vocabulary. It was your shared tendency to go on and on about everything that made you instant BFFs. Through him, you met the rest of your little group – Vanessa, Wade’s on-off lover who was great for good old-fashioned girl talk, and Peter, who had his own way of making the simplest things seem life-changing. There was one more person, but you didn’t see him as a friend.

He was different, special, the love of your life.

He was Logan.

Logan was pretty, strong, pretty strong, and pretty silent for the most part. You had met him a few times before, but things didn’t really click between you two until a month later. You were having a sleepover at Wade’s apartment, cuddling Mary Puppins on the couch and waiting for him to come back with the latest limited edition ice cream. (“It’s from the people who made ranch ice cream!” he insisted.) You don’t know how you got started, but you ended up giving this long spiel to Logan about this couple on this TV show that you and Wade were binging that Logan could give two shits about. He can’t lie, he was a bit annoyed at first, thinking of you as the female Wade. But if he was so annoyed, why didn’t he go and hide in his room? And why did he slowly start to warm up to the sound of your voice and your energy?

You finally looked his way and noticed his glazed eyes. It was something you were all too familiar with - you had gone too far and left the other person so far behind. You let out a small, embarrassed laugh before curling in on yourself and stuffing your face with popcorn. “Aaannnddd you don’t care about any of that! I’m so sorry! I’ll shut up now!”

“No, no!” Logan exclaimed. “It’s not that!”

You scooted back a bit more in surprise.

“I mean, yeah, I don’t know the first thing about reality TV – except there’s nothing real about it – but… I like hearing you talk about it.”

Your expression softened. “Really?”

“I don’t say something unless I mean it, sweetheart,” he said. The nickname made you blush for a whole other reason. It was a sight Logan could see himself getting used to.

About two weeks after that, you two started seeing each other romantically. “I love it! Very ‘grumpy-cat-and-sunshine-dog,’” as Wade put it during another one of your sleepovers. With you, though, Logan wasn’t as grumpy. You loosened him up and acted as a light in his darkest moments. For his part, Logan protected you and made sure you were always taken care of and happy. You two made a cute, almost perfect couple. Plus, the sex was amazing.

You were as vocal in the bedroom as you were out of it. You talked to Logan about what you wanted, how good he made you feel, how good you wanted to make him feel. You would moan, giggle, pant, scream. Logan never knew what song you were going to sing once he got you underneath him, but he got a good concert every time. That was the analogy you used when you were talking to your other friend group.

Three girls that you’d known since college made up this second group of yours – Addy, Jennifer, and Claire. You had so much fun with them back in the day, something that changed drastically once you all graduated and began living your own lives. That’s when the four of you decided to meet at least once a month to catch up. This time, it was lunch at a local Italian restaurant. Addy was gunning for an A.D.A position. Jennifer was producing some great content for her company’s social media. Claire was getting ready to be a stay-at-home mom with her first child. And you were currently going on about your own accomplishments at work and how it had drained you a little bit and how you hoped to plan a little getaway with Logan at some point in the future, maybe a cabin in the woods somewhere because he loved stuff like that and it would allow you to let off as much steam and be as loud as you wanted. All three girls’ eyes nearly popped out of their heads, something that did not escape you and made you abruptly stop and blush as usual.

“Oh, God! I’m so sorry! TMI! I know! I know!” you hurriedly said.

Addy, Jennifer, and Claire quickly spoke on top of one another.

“No! Not at all!”

“You’re fine, girl. Don’t worry about it.”

“People have sex.”

Addy kept talking as she dug into her salad. “I’m glad he makes you so happy. We all are.” Jennifer and Claire nodded in unison.

You smiled at their validity. “Thanks.” As you slurped up your spaghetti, you could feel the sauce staining your face. “God, I’m a mess! I’m gonna go the restroom real quick.”

You maneuvered out of your seat and headed to your destination, which was fortunately right next to your table. You cleaned any trace of sauce from your face before doing the same with your hands. Satisfied, you headed back when you heard something that made you stop in your tracks.

“I swear, I could shove an entire pizza in her mouth to get her to shut up.” It was Addy.

“Are you serious?” That was Claire.

“Yes! Even in college, I couldn’t stand how much she ran her mouth.”

“If I had a boyfriend like hers, I’d run my mouth off, too. He’s hot.” Last but not least, Jennifer.

You found yourself moving as close as you could to the opening next to your table without being seen. You thought maybe if you listened more, you’d find out that Addy was talking about someone else. Or if she was talking about you, then Jennifer and Claire would come to your defense. Oh, how wrong you were.

“I’m honestly surprised they’ve lasted this long,” Addy said after taking another bite of her salad. “He’ll probably dump her soon, though. I can hardly stand her when we meet once a month. I can’t even begin to imagine how anyone could put up with her for an entire day, for weeks, hell months on end!”

“Yeah! Remember how many boyfriends she had back in the day?” Jennifer asked. “She would complain about how they dumped her because she was ‘too much’? What they actually meant was she talked too much. You’d think she would’ve taken the hint and grown up by now.”

“I don’t know if that’s completely fair,” Claire tried. “At least she’s aware of how much she talks and stops herself sometimes.”

“Yeah, after about an hour of yapping like a freaking dog,” Addy scoffed. “Just watch. A month from now, she’s going to come crying to us about how Logan broke up with her and play the victim for a week straight by whining about how much she loved him and how she thought he was the one…”

“Blah blah blah…” Jennifer piped in.

“And then she’ll move onto some other guy and talk his ear off and talk our ears off about him and how much she loves him and how she thinks he’s the one…”

“Blah blah blah…”

“And then she’ll come crying to us about how he broke up with her-“

“Blah blah blah!” Jennifer finished, this time with a laugh that Addy matched in pitch and bitchiness. Jennifer then stopped to ask, “Hey, do you think she’d be too distracted by the sound of her own voice to notice if one of us flirts with Logan?”

“I think she loves him too much to allow any of us to flirt with him,” Claire managed to get out.

“I mean once they break up, Claire,” Jennifer clarified pointedly.

“Ooo, good point!” Addy exclaimed. “You know when she brought him to Claire’s house for that barbeque? I was trying to move past him to get another margherita and I touched his arm and his muscles were so firm! Ugh, I can only imagine what they feel like wrapped around-“

You’d had enough at that point. It took all your strength not to run back to the restroom so you could throw up. Instead, you walked out and stood next to Addy.

“Hey, girls. I’m actually not feeling too well, so I’m going to head out,” you said as evenly as you could.

“Oh, are you sure, hon?” Addy asked, looking concerned. Jennifer and Claire shot their own looks. You didn’t believe a single one of them.

“Yeah,” you said, plastering on a smile. “I don’t think that spaghetti is agreeing with me. I’m just gonna go home and take it easy. I’ll text you later.”

“Well, okay,” Addy shrugged. “Talk later.”

“Feel better,” was all Jennifer offered.

“I’m sorry,” Claire said.

Addy got up to give you a hug, but you were quick to move away from her. You simply waved goodbye to them and made your exit. Before you got to your car, you took one last look inside and saw Addy and Jennifer laughing it up while Claire just ate her food.

You were feeling so many different things on the drive back. Betrayal. Anger. Sadness. Shame. Stupidity. Confusion. As soon as your body hit your bed, it all came out in waves. You clung to your pillow and curled up as tightly as you could. All you could focus on was getting all the pain out of your system by crying your eyes out.

You accomplished your goal about an hour later. With no more tears left, your eyes just stared at your ceiling as your brain began to turn. Each new thought made you spiral downward.

You talked too much. You knew that. Other people knew that. They had been telling you for years that it was no big deal, but they were wrong… or lying. They were all lying. Deep down they hated your talking. They hated you. Your friends hated you. And it wasn’t just Addy or Jennifer or even Claire. It was Wade, Vanessa, Peter… Logan. They all secretly wished you wouldn’t talk so much, or at all. If you kept talking like you did, they were going to leave you. Logan would leave you. You couldn’t bear losing Logan. You loved him too much. You had to change. You had to be better. You would be better. You’d stop talking. From that moment on, you were no longer going to say anything. You were just going to bite your tongue and give everyone some peace and quiet. Everyone will be happier. Logan will be happier. It was for the best. Everything would be fine.

You just had to stop talking.

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Logan leaned against the wall outside of your apartment. He had been having a rough week and couldn’t wait to see his favorite girl. He also couldn’t wait to see your face light up when he revealed his plans for date night – dinner at your favorite diner and a movie. He let himself imagine your sweet voice for a moment, talking about how excited you were and how wonderful he was.

He finally heard the doorknob turn and pushed himself up to meet you. You looked beautiful, as usual.

“Hey,” he greeted you.

“Hey,” you echoed, giving him a quick peck on the lips.

“So, I was thinking we could go to that diner you love and then catch that movie you’ve been talking about,” he explained.

Your eyes widened as did your smile. The only thing that came out of your mouth was, “Great.” You then moved past him to exit the building.

Logan stood there slightly confused. He was expecting a bit more from you. He quickly shook it off and jogged to catch up to you.

“Wade and Blind Al went to see the movie last week,” he said, holding your hand. “She said he was shit at explaining what was going on.” You hummed in response. That was it. Now Logan was even more confused.

Things didn’t get much better as you two walked to the diner. Any attempts at conversation made by Logan were met with either small noises of acknowledgement or one-word responses. He finally confronted the matter once you sat down and got your drinks.

“Seems like I’m not the only one who’s had a bad week,” he started.

“Huh?” you asked, looking up from your water.

“Usually, you’re going a mile a minute. What’s got you down, baby?”

“I’m… fine.”

Logan didn’t believe that for a second. You could see that and put on your best smile. “Nothing’s wrong. Really. I’m just… taking things in. Enjoying the moment, you know?”

Logan wanted to dig deeper, but then the food came out and you busied yourself with your burger and fries. Although he wasn’t completely satisfied with your answer, he decided to let the matter go for the time being. The night was still young. He figured by the time you two got to the theater, you’d be back to being yourself at least a little bit.

However, you were quiet as a church mouse from beginning to end. You didn’t have any little outbursts when the characters onscreen did something stupid or surprising or romantic or whatever. Even when Logan asked what you thought on the walk back, fully expecting you to go in-depth about how one actor stood out as being good or horrible or how the direction was unique or stale or even how the music was great or God-awful, you merely responded with, “I liked it.”

He suddenly stopped and forced you to do the same.

“Alright, can you please tell me what’s wrong?” he asked.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean can you please tell me why you’ve barely talked all night?”

“I told you, I’m just taking everything in.”

“Yeah, and I don’t buy that.”

“Well, it’s the truth,” you insisted, trying to lead Logan back in the direction of your apartment. He didn’t budge. Instead, he grabbed you gently by the arms, holding you in place.

“Sweetheart, please...”

“I’m fine, Logan,” you said as you tried to wiggle your way free.

“Come on, you tell me everything. It shouldn’t be hard to tell me what’s going on now.”

“It’s nothing! I swear!”

“Whatever it is, I’m sure it’s not-“

“I SAID I’M FINE!!!” you exploded, pushing your way out of Logan’s grip. You turned on your heels and continued your journey, not bothering to wait or even look back at Logan.

He stared at you in shock. He never saw you get like that before. Something big must’ve happened for you to be acting like this, but obviously the best course of action wasn’t to press you on the matter. There were times when he needed space before opening up. Maybe you were the same way right now. He decided to back off and give you as much space as you needed to get back to being you.

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The next time you spoke to Logan was a couple days later, just before you two met up with Wade, Vanessa, and Peter at the bar. You apologized for snapping at him, but you didn’t explain why like he secretly hoped. He took what he could get, though.

Everyone was so excited to see you. You greeted each of them with a warm smile, a “hey” or “hello,” and a small hug. You then got settled in with Logan in a booth, his arm instinctively going around you. He figured maybe you’d start feeling better if you were surrounded by your best friends.

Vanessa talked about her work and uptight boss.

Peter talked about a new self-help book he was reading.

Wade talked about trying this new recipe for chimichangas that ended up tasting horrible so he gave it to Mary Puppins, only for her to think the same thing and throw up in Logan’s shoes.

Logan got onto Wade for talking about Mary Puppins throwing up in his shoes.

You, however, remained silent. All you did was drink, munch on the cheese curds Wade got for you all, and listen to everyone tell their stories. There were a few times Logan caught you opening your mouth to say something only to close it. Fortunately, it wasn’t just him who noticed your change in behavior.

Vanessa, ever the observer, took advantage of a break in Wade’s story to ask, “Hey, are you alright?”

Your eyes widened. “Hmm?”

“You’re pretty quiet tonight,” she explained.

Wade gasped. “OMFG, yeah! I’m on my third banana daquiri and you haven’t said a peep! I’m zipping my mouth now, girl. Go on, give us everything!”

Logan looked at you closely. Would this be the time you finally let it all out?

“There’s… not that much to say, honestly.”

Logan tried not to let his disappointment show. Wade and Vanessa, meanwhile, could not hide their confusion.

“Really?” Wade asked. “But it seems like you’ve always got something to share. I feel like I’m on the Drew Barrymore Show when I’m with you.”

“Oh, I love her!” Peter commented, not really getting the gravity of the situation. “I wish she would come back to acting. I love the movies she does with Adam Sandler. What was that one where she can’t remember him so he-“

“Yeah, yeah! I know that one!” Wade snapped his fingers wildly. “It’s… it’s uh… God damn it! What is it?” He turned to you for an answer.

“I don’t know,” you mumbled. “I’m going to the ladies’ room.” You peeled Logan’s arm off so you could get up. You then scurried away without another word, leaving everyone to stare after you stunned, even Peter who now understood that something was wrong. All eyes landed on Logan.

“What did you do?” Wade asked, accusatorily.

Logan whipped his head around. “What did I do?”

“Yes! She’s usually all over you and spilling all the tea. Now the tea and passion are colder than the Arctic! She’s never acted like this before and I assume it’s because the two of you are in the middle of a lovers’ quarrel. So I will ask again, and remember that you are under oath, what did you do?!”

“Wade…” Vanessa began.

“I didn’t do anything,” Logan beat her to it.

“Liar!” Wade pointed a finger, which Logan was quick to swat away.

“I’m not lying! She’s been like this ever since our date the other night. I’ve been trying to figure out what’s wrong with her, but she won’t budge.”

“Can you think of anything that might’ve happened to her before you saw her?” Vanessa asked more gently than Wade, who was still giving Logan the stink eye until he was proven innocent.

Logan slumped back in his seat. “No,” he sighed as he finished off his beer.

“Maybe she should read my self-help book,” Peter offered. “I can give her my copy once I’m done. It’s got a great chapter on communication.”

Vanessa shook her head. “She’s never needed help before, Peter, especially when it comes to communication. I don’t think that’s what this is.”

“Well, you’re the girl expert here. What is it?” Logan inquired.

“I don’t know, but whatever it is she needs to know that we are here for her. We can’t do that if we’re not a united front.” She directed that last part at Wade, who finally settled down.

“Alright, Arrested Development,” he said under his breath as he sipped his daquiri.

“Oh, I love that group! It was the only rap I was allowed to listen to back in the day…” Peter went on and on, even as you returned from the restroom.

You situated yourself back under Logan’s arm and continued your silent treatment. You tried to look as normal as possible. That didn’t stop Logan, Wade, and Vanessa from being concerned about you, which lasted even after you said your goodbyes and walked arm in arm with Logan into the night. They hoped that this was just some weird phase and not something permanent. Sullen, sad, and quiet didn’t really suit you.

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You had managed to be quiet with Logan.

You had managed to be quiet with friends.

The real challenge was if you could manage to be quiet in the bedroom.

After another one of your dates with Logan, you dared to let him into your apartment for the night. Before long, you were making out like teenagers on the edge of your bed. He only left to turn on the lamp on your nightstand so he could see your pretty face. Once he returned in front of you, he helped you out of the bottom half of your clothes and kneeled down to help himself to your sweet pussy. As he licked your folds and did small, teasing swipes to your clit every now and then, you moaned in delight.

Suddenly, it hit you - you needed to tone it down. You quickly bit your lip, closed your eyes, and concentrated on not making too much noise. You were doing alright for a few minutes until Logan slowly lifted his head up.

“You enjoying this, baby?” he asked, his hold on your legs loosening slightly.

You nodded and hummed as you guided his head back down to your center. He went back to eating you out, a bit more cautious than before in case you changed your mind. You let a moan slip once or twice so as to not raise his suspicions, but it wasn’t enough. After another minute of this, he lifted his head up again to look at you.

“Are you sure you want this?”

You nodded again vigorously, your hand coming down on his head hard and quick to push him back down. “Yes.”

Logan sighed. “No, wait.” He pulled himself away and leaned back on his knees.

You chased after him. “No, no, no! Please! Don’t stop!”

“I’m not starting again until you tell me what’s wrong.”

“Nothing is wrong.”

“Bullshit.”

“It’s not-“

“You’ve said only a handful of words this entire week. You don’t talk to me. You don’t talk to Wade or Vanessa. I’ve been giving you space hoping that you’ll open up, but I can’t do it anymore. You need to starting talking now.”

You tried grabbing his hands to pull him closer to you. “Please, just-“

He shook his head. “No. Not until you talk to me.”

“I… I…” Tears started forming at the corners of your eyes. “I can’t.”

“Of course you can. You love to talk.”

“YEAH AND THAT’S THE FUCKING PROBLEM!!!” you snapped, the dam finally breaking. You moved away and hid under your blankets so he couldn’t see you cry. He could hear you, though, and it broke his heart. It was the one sound he didn’t want to hear from you.

Logan slowly got up and moved to the other side of the bed. He laid down next to you, propped himself up on his elbow, and rubbed up and down where he felt your arm under the sheets. This went on for a good long while until you poked your head out for some air. Logan took a peek over your shoulder and saw that your face was red and puffy.

“Hey, hey…” he cooed, rolling you over to face him. He moved your hair out of the way and wiped away the rest of your tears. You were still under the covers, save for your head, while Logan was on top of them. That didn’t stop him from pulling you closer to him. You buried your face in the crook of his neck, taking in his warmth and smell.

Once he heard and felt your breathing even out, he tried again.

“I’m sorry. I just… You never not have anything to say. So when you stopped talking, I got worried. I just want you to be happy. I love you.”

You slowly lifted your head to look him in the eyes. “I-I love you, t-too,” you gulped out.

“Then please, please baby, talk to me. Tell me what’s wrong.”

You thought long and hard about it. This wasn’t working, at least not the way you were doing it. You needed to tell him. Maybe once you explained yourself, he would respect your decision not to talk so much. With a deep breath, you sat up and let it all out.

“A few days ago, I had lunch with my girlfriends, Addy, Jennifer, and Claire. You remember them. I went to the restroom and when I came back, I overheard them talking about me. They were saying that I talk too much and should learn to shut up. They said that’s why I couldn’t keep a boyfriend and they were surprised you were still with me… but that it wouldn’t be long before you dumped me. And then they talked about trying to get with you once you were single. Addy even said she was trying to feel you up at that barbeque a while back. God, that made me sick to my stomach. I just left and thought about how I could be better for you. So, I tried not talking as much. I thought if I pulled back, you’d appreciate it and wouldn’t leave me. I know you’ve never said anything about it before, but I know deep down you must think I’m such a loud mouth who doesn’t know when to quit, and you’re right. From now on, I just want to listen to people. I want Wade to let me know about all his crazy adventures, like that time he stole an ice cream truck so he could chase after some drug dealers… which is kind of cool but kind of scary because I imagine an ice cream truck would be much more difficult to navigate than a car. And I want to give Peter the chance to talk about the books that he’s reading. He told me about this one book that’s about the origins of ramen noodles that I really want to look through because that was basically my diet back in college. I think it was everybody’s diet in college. And I want Vanessa to tell me more about her boss who hates her for some weird reason. He’s probably jealous because he knows she could run that entire place by herself because she’s that fricking smart and badass. And you… I want you to tell me everything. Tell me about how Wade gets on your nerves by using all the hot water. Tell me about that taxi driver who cut you off the other day. Tell me about how they don’t make beer like they used to. For once, you talk, and I’ll listen. I won’t talk. I won’t interrupt or try to make it about me. I just want you to have your say because you deserve that. You deserve everything because you’re just so wonderful. I know you don’t think so sometimes, but you are to me and I just want-“

Logan tried to hold it in, he really did. But the more you kept going on tangents the way you do, getting worked up the way you do, talking the way you do, he couldn’t do it anymore. He slowly cracked a smile that turned into a shit-eating grin, which then gave way to a chuckle that snowballed into a big burst of laughter.

You looked at him in disgust. Here you were, pouring your heart out to him and trying to reason with him, and he was laughing. “What the hell is so funny?!” you demanded.

Amidst his fit, he noticed how serious you were. He stopped and took a few deep breaths before answering. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry.” He cupped you by the cheek and looked at you so tenderly. “It’s just… you were going on and on, like you used to…”

You realized your mistake and groaned loudly. The whole point of you doing this was to give other people the chance to talk, and here you were talking away like your usual, annoying self. You learned nothing. You were hopeless.

Logan shushed you and came in closer. “I like it. I like it because you’re so happy and sweet and random. You’re you. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

He kissed you softly on the lips. Although you loved the sensation, you pulled away. “But, the girls…”

“Fuck ‘em,” he growled, his lips trying to take over yours again.

You pulled back again. “But they’re right!”

“So what? If it’s such a problem, they should’ve said something to your face and not behind like your back like it’s high school or some shit.”

“But-!”

“Damn it, will you just let me kiss you?!”

You opened your mouth to argue, but one look from Logan made you promptly closed it. You nodded, giving Logan permission to bring you right back to his lips where you belonged. The kiss started out sweet, then grew to be deep and passionate. Logan raised himself up a bit to help you take the rest of your clothes off. He tossed them to the floor as you pawed at his own clothing. He guided your hands over the buttons on his shirt and pants and eventually his tank top and underwear.

Once he was naked, he joined you under the covers. You continued kissing each other as your hands roamed each other’s bodies. You giggles turned to moans as Logan switched from ghosting lightly over your skin to squeezing your thighs and hips. He then guided you on top of him, lowering himself down so your pussy was just above his face.

“Are-Are you sure?” you asked hesitantly.

“Hell yeah,” he said, his grip on your hips strong. As you began to lower yourself, he stopped you. “But you gotta promise me one thing first.”

You nodded, urging him to continue so you could get to the good part.

“Don’t hold back. Talk. Moan. Scream. Boss me around. Praise me. Give me a show, baby.”

You inhaled sharply. He wanted you to go full out, give him one of your famous concerts. “Okay,” you whispered, hoping you wouldn’t disappoint him.

He guided you to his face, his tongue exploring your folds once again. He went back and forth in time with you grinding against him. You tilted your head back and your hands found a grip on your headboard as you let out a big sigh of relief.

“Fuck, Logan. I love how you make me feel. So hot. So sexy. Nobody has ever made me feel the way you do.”

Logan smiled at the music you were making. You two were just getting started, though. As he continued working on your pussy, one hand kept its hold on your hip while the other snaked up to cup your breast. Your hand went over his and helped in palming and squeezing. You panted, “God, I love the way you play with me. I love how you squeeze my breasts. I miss it so much when I’m by myself. It’s not the same without you.”

Logan surprised you by lightly pinching your nipple and flicking his tongue close to but not quite on your clit.

“Yes! Yes, Logan! Keep going!” you begged. He hummed, which sent even more pleasure through you.

His tongue finally reached your clit but went back to slow licks. His hand also went back to palming and squeezing your breast. You whined, happy that he finally made it to his destination but disappointed that it was going to be another little while before you got to yours.

“Please, Logan, go faster! I want to cum so badly! I wanna cum for you! I wanna make a mess all over your face! Please, please make me cum!”

How could he refuse you when you were asking so nicely? After a minute or two he started to pick his speed up again, kneading your hip and breast in time with his tongue. You moved with him as best as you could, your breathing getting quicker.

“Oh, shit! Fuck! Just like that! Yes!”

Logan hummed again, opening his eyes slightly. He moved the hand that was on your breast so he could get an unobstructed view of you from below. Your eyes were shut in concentration. Your mouth hung open with all sorts of pretty sounds falling from it. Your breasts were bouncing as you moved back and forth. A sheen of sweat made your skin glow. You were a vision.

He returned to his task with renewed vigor. He started licking your clit with fast, swift flicks as his hand went back to play with your nipple. You gasped in delight. Your moans grew in volume and pitch as you could feel yourself getting close to the edge.

“Shit! Don’t stop! Please don’t stop! Right there! Oh, fuck! Please! Oh, God! Oh, my God! I’m cumming! I’M CUMMING!”

You came with a scream, your body stilling to let the overwhelming feeling wash over you. Logan held you in place as he sucked as much of your sweet nectar as he could. Once he got every last drop, he slowly helped you off him and onto your back under the covers.

Your head landed on the pillow with a soft thud, your brain not being able to handle much else after being rattled like it had been. You opened your eyes and allowed them to get used to what little light your lamp provided. You also noticed your legs felt weird together after being spread out for so long. As you tried to steady your breathing, you suddenly let out a cough.

“Need some water?” Logan asked.

All you were capable of was humming a response to him. He accepted that and ventured to the kitchen, quickly cleaning off any leftover cum with a paper towel before finding a couple of water bottles in your fridge. He was back by your side in no time. He handed you a bottle and you clinked them together, each of you sipping a generous amount. The cool water healed your vocal cords tremendously.

The first words out of your mouth were, “Thank you.”

“For what?” Logan asked, setting his bottle on the nightstand along with yours.

“For everything. For taking care of me. And for taking care of me after taking care of me.”

“Well, don’t thank me yet, sweetheart.”

“What do you mean?”

Logan’s hand went up and down your side before stealthily bringing you back to him. “You didn’t think that’d be the end of it, did you?”

Your eyes widened. “Wh-What do you-?”

“The way I see it, you still need to make up for being so quiet these past few days. So, I’m going to give you more to talk about.”

Before you could respond, his mouth was on yours. His hand hoisted your leg over his waist before traveling to your ass to massage it. His other hand went around to hold your head in place, his kiss never wavering. Your arms instinctively went around his neck to bring you impossibly closer to him. His chest hair rubbed against your nipples, which made your pussy wet all over again. Only Logan, you thought.

As you began grinding against him, you pulled your head back to talk. Logan took the opportunity to pepper kisses along your neck and turn them into small bites.

“Logan… Oh, Logan…” you breathed out. “You take such good care of me. Make me feel so good. I want you so much.”

He moaned at your praise. “I want you, too, baby,” he said against your neck. You could feel him start to move you on top of him and promptly stopped him.

“No, no!”

He stopped his biting and looked up at you.

“I want you on top. I don’t think I can handle riding you again.”

Logan smiled cockily. “Okay.”

With that, he hovered over you. He took a moment to watch you. Your hands went from his neck to his arms, gently squeezing to feel the muscles. You then went to feel his chest and stomach, taking in his hair and abs.

“You are so beautiful, Logan,” you said in awe, looking him square in the eye.

He stared in awe back at you and slowly pushed his way inside you. You closed your eyes again, taking in the sensation of his large dick penetrating you. No matter how many times you made love to him, you never quite got used to his size. He made sure your leg stayed wrapped around him so he could go a little deeper inside of you. You gasped at the action, which turned into moans as he moved in and out of you. Your held onto his arms.

“God, you feel so good inside me. I love how hard your dick gets, how it stretches me out.”

Your hands eventually landed on Logan’s back. Once he started to go a bit harder with his thrusts, your nails began to claw at him.

“Shit, baby!” he hissed.

You abruptly stopped. “Does that hurt?”

“Yeah, but in a good way. Don’t stop,” he begged, not stopping his own movement.

You flashed a wicked smile. “Okay...” You went back to clawing at him, your nails digging deeper into his skin as you teased him. “So, Mr. Big-Bad-Wolverine likes a little pain? I’ll have to keep that in mind for next time. Maybe I’ll have to see if I can restrain you with ties or handcuffs. Then I can do whatever I want with you. Bite you. Claw you. Tease you. See how much you can take.”

As you weaved your tale, Logan picked up his speed. You could feel his grip on your leg getting tighter. You wouldn’t be surprised if you walked (or hobbled really) away with some bruises. The thought made you egg him on even more.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Being so helpless and at my mercy?”

“Just for you, baby,” he said.

“Yes, just for me. You’re mine. No one else’s.”

“Just yours,” he agreed before kissing you again passionately. He used all his energy to hammer into you. You stopped clawing at his back to hang onto him.

“Logan, don’t stop!” you said against his mouth. “Fuck me! Fuck me hard!”

Logan’s response was a deep growl. Your tongues fought for dominance and occasionally your teeth clanked together as he kept going. His lips found their way back to your neck, licking at your sweat and nipping at all your favorite spots. You felt yourself getting to the edge again, only a hair’s breadth away from falling over.

“Oh, God! Shit! Logan! Oh, Logan! I’m gonna cum again! I’m cumming!”

“Cum for me,” Logan said, biting your shoulder hard.

And cum you did with another loud scream.

This triggered Logan’s own climax, which he powered through. His movements against you eventually slowed down until he was just laying still on top of you. Your breathing found his rhythm and matched it. He slowly brought your leg down as your arms fell on either side of your head. He rolled over onto his back, staring at the ceiling alongside you.

Once he felt centered, he reached over to grab the water bottles. He handed you yours, which you took without even looking, and clinked them again. You both went ahead and finished them, tossing them on top of your scattered clothes on the floor.

“Do you feel better?” Logan asked, turning his head to look at you.

You continued to look at the ceiling as you said, “I always feel better after you fuck me.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

You finally turned your head to him. You knew what he meant. You turned the rest of your body to him and he did the same. You took a bit of time before giving him your answer.

“I think so. I’m still hurt by what the girls said about me. But… you’re right. They should’ve just told me and not gone behind my back. I’m going to text them that I overheard them and see what they say. They’ll probably try and cover it up or find some way to spin it. Claire might apologize, though. She’s a good friend, just so shy. But if she doesn’t, if any of them don’t apologize or tell me the truth or something… I don’t know. One thing I do know, though, is that if my talking really was so annoying and bad, more people would’ve been honest with me about it. And if it was a problem for you, you wouldn’t have stuck around as long as you have, not even if the sex was mind-blowing… which it totally is. I’m going to be so sore tomorrow. But, like, you’re the most honest person I know. You don’t take shit from anyone. If you didn’t like me talking so much, you wouldn’t be with me in the first place. It’s like you said, you don’t say anything you don’t mean. I don’t know what I was thinking. I’m sorry. I love you so much.”

Logan just stared at you. It was really a sight for him – you being back to your passionate, articulate, wonderful self.

“Um, I’m actually done talking,” you said. “It’s your turn now.”

He laughed, which brought about your own laughter. He then scooped you in his arms and kissed your forehead.

“I love you, too,” he whispered. “And anytime you need me to remind you, just tell me. Keep on telling me everything. Okay, sweetheart?”

You nodded.

“Nuh uh,” he tutted, gently grabbing you by your chin to look at him. “Use your words. I know you can.”

You rolled your eyes but were betrayed by the smile forming on your lips. You inched closer to his lips and whispered, “Yes, sir. I will tell you everything…”

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Pairing: Johnny Storm (as portrayed by Joseph Quinn) x fem!Reader

Summary: You’re a journalist who is tasked with getting a closer look at the people behind the Fantastic Four. You could never have anticipated how close you’d get to one Fantastic member in particular.

Word Count: 3.8k

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: I’m going in blind with this one; nothing is set in stone with regards to plot/setting/characters/other; set during the early years of the Fantastic Four (the first few months, if we’re being really specific); professional journalism tactics kind of go out the window here; don’t get it twisted, the reader has good intentions; Johnny is the only one who uses his powers: repeated use of the word “fantastic,” particularly towards the end; no use of (Y/N)

Author’s Note: Am I joining the few who are writing stories about a character from a movie that hasn’t even come out yet? Yes.

Will I write more stories leading up to the movie’s release and afterwards? Maybe.

Will you enjoy this story? I hope so!

P.S. I DO NOT OWN THE FANTASTIC FOUR OR ANYTHING ELSE MARVEL-RELATED!!!

P.P.S. We’ll see how many things I mention here will come true come July.

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Everyone knew the story by now. Reed Richards (one of the most brilliant scientists of the 20th century), Sue Storm (his wife), Johnny (Sue’s brother), and Ben Grimm (a friend of Reed’s and a great fighter pilot) went into space and came back… different. They each developed unique abilities – Reed could stretch any part of his body, Sue could turn invisible, Johnny could produce flames and fly, and Ben’s skin turned into rock which made him strong and indestructible. Over the course of a few months, plenty of journalists interviewed them about their experience and newly-acquired powers. Those same journalists even came up with a neat name – the Fantastic Four.

But they only spoke about the science behind it all. No one took the time to really get to know the family behind the Fantastic Four. You wanted to change that. You wanted to show the more personal, human side of them. You wanted everyone to know that underneath it all they were still a regular family. That was your pitch when you initially talked to Sue over the phone. She whole-heartedly agreed and, before you knew it, you had scheduled an all-day interview at the Baxter Building.

You were so excited, which turned into nervousness throughout the week.

What if they turned out to be horrible people?

What if they were boring?

What if you were a horrible or boring journalist?

All of these and more doubts plagued you even as you laid in bed the night before the interview. You closed your eyes and tried to push all these thoughts from your mind, praying for sleep to come to you. You’d need all your beauty rest for the big day that awaited you.

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From the moment you shook hands with Sue Storm, all your doubts flew out the window. Talking with her was like talking to an old friend. You two sat on the couch and you took extensive notes as she talked about her life, her relationship with her family and Johnny, and her marriage with Reed. She was as beautiful on the inside as she was on the outside.

Speaking of Reed, you met him next. He was in his lab working on some equations when Sue gently pulled him away to talk to you. He was a bit awkward with his answers, clearly being more used to talking about science rather than anything personal. You were still patient with him, , absorbing anything and everything he gave you, even if most of it was vague. That’s when Ben came in.

You had seen photos of Ben in other news outlets, both before and after the family’s trip to space, but you were still surprised when you saw him up close in his rock form. You quickly got over it once he started regaling you with tales of having Reed as a friend, the many dumb things they had done together over the years, and his own stories about growing up in New York and being a pilot. He also showed you his recipe for spaghetti and tomato sauce, which was on the menu for the family dinner that night.

As Ben led you to the kitchen, you met Herbie, the family’s robot. He was a bit skittish around you at first, but he soon warmed up to you. You thought he was so cute and helpful.

“Thank you, Herbie,” you said as he cleaned your knife so you could chop some more vegetables for the salad and listen to Ben’s stories. You were having such a good time that you were no longer taking notes, your pen and notepad forgotten on the far side of the kitchen counter. Everything was so memorable, though, you had no doubt you’d be able to recount it all once you sat down to type it up later.

“Honey, I’m home!” you heard someone call out as the elevator doors opened and closed. The voice sounded young and energetic. You had a fairly good idea of who it could be; there was only one person you hadn’t talked to yet. “Mmm, dinner smells good, dear!” he continued, turning the corner to the kitchen. Sure enough, it was Johnny Storm.

As soon as he saw you, he stopped in his tracks. This allowed you to get a good look at him. He was on fire in most of the magazine photos you saw of him, which meant that you didn’t know what he really looked like. He was the male version of his sister – striking blonde hair and equally-striking blue eyes. He was downright handsome, so handsome that your heart skipped a beat. You shook the thought from your mind and tried to maintain your composure. Johnny was trying to do the same, but failing.

“Uh… hi,” he said, his hand weakly coming up to give you an awkward wave.

“What’s with you, Johnny?” Ben asked with a smirk. “You’re acting like you’ve never seen a pretty girl before.”

His observation made you and Johnny blush hard. Ben then came over and took the knife from you.

“I can finish up here, kid,” he said. “Why don’t you give Johnny the third degree? Maybe you’ll get some good dirt before dinner’s ready.”

“Dirt?” Johnny asked as you picked up your pen and notepad.

“Nothing bad, I swear!” you exclaimed, your carefully-crafted composure breaking instantly. You regained it once again as you quickly went up to Johnny and held out your hand for a proper handshake. “I’m a reporter for the Daily Bugle. I’m interviewing you to show your more personal side to the public.”

Johnny quirked an eyebrow at your phrasing. Realizing your mistake, you retracted your hand and backtracked. “Not like that! I just want to show the public how relatable you are. And it’s not just you! It’s all of you. But I’ve already interviewed the others, so all that’s left is… you.”

You stood there in heavy silence. You admittedly dumped quite a bit on him and you assumed he needed a moment to process everything. In reality, Johnny was processing how lovely your voice sounded.

“Okay,” he finally said blankly.

You smiled nervously and turned to the family table. “Would you like to sit here and get started?”

“Okay,” he repeated. You slowly moved to take a seat and Johnny followed you. Ben couldn’t help but think of a puppy following its owner at the sight.

Once you both got comfortable (as comfortable as you could get, given the tension between you two), you cleared your throat and began.

“So, the first question I’ve been asking everyone is, ‘What is one thing you want the public to know that they don’t already?’”

Johnny just stared at you, not really thinking about the question. He was thinking about how beautiful you looked with just the light coming from the kitchen. You were different from the other journalists who wanted an interview. They were all old, to the point, not amused. You, however, seemed warm, open, like he could tell you anything.

“Here’s something no one knows – he sleeps with a teddy bear!”

Except that.

You and Johnny whipped your heads around to see Herbie making noises akin to laughing at Ben’s joke. Johnny’s mouth hung open but produced no sound. You stifled your own laughter, not wanting to add to the poor man’s potential embarrassment.

“I, uh… I don’t sleep with a teddy bear,” Johnny finally got out.

Your burst into giggles.

“It’s okay!” you insisted. “I still have my bunny rabbit from when I was a girl. My dad gave it to me for Christmas before we moved to New York.”

Johnny cracked a smile at that. He reiterated, “Well, I mean, I do have a teddy bear, but it was meant for Sue. I won it at a fair when we were little. It has a blue bow with bright yellow stars. Out parents tease us now that it was an early sign of us going to space.”

“So, you two have always had a passion for space?”

“I wouldn’t say ‘passion.’”

“What would you say you’re passionate about then?”

“Cars. I think the newer models look so cool. I’m actually working with Reed on creating a car for the family.”

“Really?” you asked, your eyebrows raised.

“Yeah!” Johnny leaned forward and motioned for you to do the same. He whispered, “It’ll look like the ones out now, but it’ll have some neat features. I’m hoping we can get it to fly.”

Your eyes grew big with wonder. “Wow! That sounds amazing!”

Johnny smiled widened with pride. “Thank you. But, can you not put that in your notes? I want it to be a surprise.”

“Of course,” you nodded. “Do you have any other interests?”

You certainly caught my attention, Johnny said in his mind. Before it could come out of his mouth, though, he decided to redirect with, “Well, on my off-days I like going to the movies.”

“Do you have any favorites?”

“I like the ones with action, like Ben-Hur.”

“He also likes those cartoon ones! Tell her how you cried like a baby during Sleeping Beauty!”

“I did not!” Johnny glared at Ben, which made the rock man chuckle and Herbie laugh again.

You admitted, “I certainly cried during Sleeping Beauty. It was beautiful.”

Johnny refocused on you, softening at your confession. “You like movies, too?”

“Sort of. I’m more into live shows. I really want to go see Camelot on Broadway.”

“Me, too! I heard it’s good.”

“My friend saw it with her family last week and said it was spectacular.”

Before you could continue, you heard the front door open. Reed and Sue entered arm in arm.

“I hope these two haven’t been giving you any trouble,” Sue said with a grin.

“Not at all,” you assured her. “I was just getting started on Johnny’s part of the interview.” You turned to look at the clock. It was 7pm. You then turned to see Ben putting the finishing touches on dinner. “But it’s getting late and I know that this is family time. I should probably be heading home.”

“Are you sure?” Sue asked. “You’re more than welcome to stay for dinner and finish afterwards.”

“Yeah, kid,” Ben agreed, bringing over the finished salad. “I mean, you helped me with all this.”

You blushed at their insistence but still began collecting your things. “No, no, I understand how important this is to you all. I don’t want to encroach on that. I can just come by another time this week. I’ll call to schedule, of course.” You held out your hand to Sue. “I appreciate you letting me interview you all. Ms. Storm.”

Sue nodded and shook your hand. “You’re welcome.”

You then turned to Reed to grant him the same gesture. “Dr. Richards.”

“A pleasure,” he said with a smile.

You then turned to Ben. “Mr. Grimm.”

“Ben, please,” he said.

“Ben,” you nodded. “And Herbie…” you addressed the robot, who lifted his hand up to offer a wave. You returned it with a giggle.

There was just one person left. “Mr. Storm. Johnny.”

You extended your hand to him, which he took after a beat. His hand felt warm, but you couldn’t tell if it was his power or if that was how he naturally was. You let go first and were about to head for the elevator when he suddenly stepped in front of you.

“I can lead you out… to the front… of the building… if you like.”

Your mouth formed a small “O” at Johnny’s forwardness. He looked at you with a mix of hesitancy and hope.

“Um… yes,” you finally answered. “If you don’t mind.”

“Not at all,” he said with a breath he didn’t know he was holding. He let you take the lead to the elevator, turning around to quickly say to the others, “Go ahead and start without me!” Had he waited a second longer, he would’ve seen Sue and Reed looking at each other (although she seemed to have more of a clue as to what was going on than him), and Ben looking at Herbie with his own knowing look.

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Johnny was supposed to lead you to the front of the building, but then the two of you got to talking a bit more in the elevator about what a shame it was that your interview got cut short. This led to you revealing some of the questions you didn’t get a chance to ask, one of them being, “What’s your favorite place in the world?” He stated that the answer was actually really close by and asked if you would join him. You agreed, and he pressed some buttons to make the elevator go up instead of down.

After what felt like a long time (“So many floors,” Johnny joked), the doors eventually opened. The cool air of the New York night hit you square in the face. You were outdoors, on the roof. Johnny walked out first and turned on a side switch. Some lights came on to light the way. He then led you to a picnic table that sat a good distance away from the ledge. As you got closer to it, you could see that it was close enough so you could see all the buildings, traffic, and people down below. You marveled at the sight.

“Welcome to my favorite place in the world,” Johnny said. “Ever since I was a kid, I loved to see the city come alive at night. I always wondered what it would look like from up high. Now I get to see it every day.”

“I can see why it’s your favorite place,” you said under your breath. “This is an amazing view.” You slowly sat down, taking everything in. Johnny sat next to you, but he wasn’t looking at the sights. He was looking at you and thinking about how you looked good in this lighting, too.

He hastily looked away before you caught him. Why was he acting like this? It’s not like he’d never been with a girl before. He’d been out plenty of times with all different types of girls. There was something about you, though, that just… clicked for him.

Normally, he would act on his feelings, be bold and ask you out. But you weren’t a normal girl. You were special, and not just in that way. You were here to do an interview, a job. You had been so professional so far. Johnny needed to do the same. So, he shoved his feelings down and cleared his throat.

“So, what else did you want to ask me?”

You tore your gaze away from the view below and blinked at him. Oh, yes, the interview. You reached into your bag for your pen and notepad and picked up where you left off. You asked him all sorts of questions.

“What’s your favorite food?”

“Anything that’s hot and tastes good.”

“Do you watch any television?”

“Yes. I love the comedies. I hope to meet Dick Van Dyke one day.”

“Besides the car, do you have any other ideas for your family?”

“I’m trying to get Reed to make uniforms for us. Maybe in blue. It’d go great with my eyes, don’t you think?”

You giggled at that particular response.

There soon came a lull in the conversation, during which he looked out at the city in seemingly deep contemplation.

“Penny for your thoughts?” you dared to ask.

He turned back to you. “Remember earlier when you asked me what I wanted the public to know that they don’t already?”

You nodded, setting your writing utensils down on the table. You wanted to give him all your energy and attention.

He took a deep breath.

“I don’t know who I am in this family.”

You looked at him confused.

“I mean, Reed is super smart. Ben is really strong. Sue has such a big heart. I guess I don’t really know where that leaves me. I do what I can, sure, but I don’t know if it amounts to much.”

Your confusion soon turned into sympathy. You found yourself setting aside your professional instincts to gently take Johnny by the hands. He was surprised at the action but didn’t stop you. You took your own deep breath.

“Johnny Storm, in the short amount of time I’ve talked with you, I can tell that you are smart, strong, and have heart in your own way. You have a great energy about you. You are so funny, which makes you so charming. You’re forward-thinking. And I can see that you love your family very much, even when Ben gets on your nerves. And I’m not saying all of this as someone trying to get dirt for some big article. I’m honestly telling you that you are your own person, Johnny.”

Johnny looked into your eyes and tried not to get lost in them as he tried to find even an ounce of doubt. He didn’t find it. “Thank you,” he whispered. He did find, though, that your hands were getting cold.

“Is it getting a bit chilly out here to you?” he asked, letting his thumbs go back and forth over the top of your hands. His gentle movements made your heart skip again.

“J-Just a little,” you managed to say. He didn’t even think before pulling his hands away.

“Maybe this will help.”

After a bit of concentration, Johnny’s hands caught on fire. You gasped and nearly jumped back to safety before you remembered that this was his power. He could control it. You moved back to him, holding your hands fairly close to the flames. You were mesmerized at the sight. As you stared at his hands, Johnny stared at your face, noting how it was lit up by his fire and seemed to light up on its own.

“This is nice,” your voice pulled him back to reality, “but I was honestly fine with just holding hands.”

He let out a small “oh” before letting the fire die. After giving him time to cool off, you went back to holding his hands and he went back to rubbing yours with his thumbs. You both sat like that for a while.

It suddenly hit you, “Your dinner must be cold by now.”

“I can heat it up, remember?” Johnny asked with a smirk.

You mentally smacked yourself in the head. “Of course.”

Johnny let out a breathy laugh. This is nice, he thought. And before he could stop himself, he said, “Speaking of dinner…”

He abruptly stopped. Is this a bad idea?

You stared at him in anticipation. He gulped.

Well, no turning back now.

He gathered all his strength and finished his sentence, “I was wondering if I could… take you out sometime.”

Your eyes widened in surprise. He clarified, “I talked a lot about myself tonight, and I know that’s the point of the interview, but I really want to get to know you more.”

That made your eyes widen even more. He clarified again. “I like you. I really like you. And I would’ve asked you out as soon as I saw you, but you’re… different. Different from any girl-person I’ve ever met. And I didn’t know how to deal with that, except that I wanted to be respectful of you. And I know that you’re here for a job and I respect that, but I figure that since we’re done with the interview, we’re under no reporter-client privilege anymore. Is that the right term? Like how doctors can’t have relationships with their patients?”

You stood there with your mouth hung open in shock. Just when you thought you had figured Johnny Storm out, he threw you for so many loops. A laugh couldn’t help but fall from your mouth.

Johnny looked at you with confusion, which turned into concern, which evolved into shame. He slowly pulled his hands away.

As soon as he did that, you stopped and immediately went to cradle his face.

“Johnny… Johnny…” you started, trying to bring him back to you. You stared directly into his eyes, and with all your heart you said, “I’d love to go out with you.”

That was your loop just for Johnny. His own eyes widened and his mouth hung open. “Can I kiss you?” he suddenly asked.

You answered by slowly pulling him towards your lips. It was feather-light at first, then it became firmer. Your hands continued to hold Johnny’s face as his hands went to your waist. He didn’t need his powers to create the warmth between you two. You stayed like that for a good long while, eventually breaking apart for air. Johnny’s hands slowly crept up to meet yours and brought them back down. You sat in comfortable silence until it hit you again.

“It’s getting late. I should really be going home. And your family must be getting worried.”

“Yeah,” he nodded. He got up first and, like a gentleman, held his arm out for you. You graciously took it and walked with him to the elevator.

As you rode down to the first floor, you asked, “So, what exactly are we doing for our date?”

“I was thinking we could finally see Camelot,” Johnny explained. “And maybe, if you’re up for it, we can talk about it over a nice burger afterwards. I know a great place that stays open late.”

“That sounds perfect. Add ‘romantic’ to your list of qualities, Mr. Storm.”

Johnny blushed before quipping, “And to your article?”

You contemplated it for a second. “Maybe. Or maybe I’ll keep it that tidbit to myself for now.”

You and Johnny chuckled before finally making it to solid ground. He made sure to walk you all the way to the front door, and he may or may not have slowed down a little so he could stay with you for a couple more minutes. When you reached your destination, you turned around.

“I look forward to hearing from you, Johnny.”

“I look forward to reaching out to you, and reading your article. Be kind, yeah?”

“How could I not? You and your family are so… fantastic.”

Johnny rolled his eyes and you giggled madly.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I couldn’t resist!”

Johnny then leaned in to give you a quick kiss. “You’re lucky you’re pretty fantastic, too.”

You blushed before finally stepping out of the Baxter Building and into the real world. You managed to hail a taxi and rushed to catch it. Before you got in, you turned back to the building. Johnny was holding the door open to look at you one more time. You waved each other goodbye and went your separate ways.

You let out a huge breath as you got comfortable in your seat.

What a fantastic interview with a fantastic family. Hopefully, it’d make for a fantastic article.

For now, you needed to prepare yourself for a fantastic date with a fantastic man.

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Pairing: Logan Howlett/Wolverine (specifically worst!Wolverine) x fem!Reader

Summary: You’re in the middle of a horrible date when you decide to make a bet – you can pick up any other guy in the restaurant by simply handing over your panties. Fortunately, that guy happens to be Logan (who may or may not be spying on you with help from Wade).

Word Count: ~7.0k

Genre: Smut (18+; MDNI!!!)

Warnings: no use of (Y/N); strong language; slow burn; some angst; suggested sexual situations; real sexual situations; public sex (in a bathroom); mention/fondling of breasts; vaginal fingering; oral sex (female receiving); looking at sex in a mirror; no panties; toxic first date

Author’s Note: This is my third story and first with smut. 😮🥵 It’s been on a mind for a while, but I haven’t been able to post it until now because a.) I wanted to finish my prior, unintentional duo stories (please go and read those!), b.) I’ve been busy with a play, and c.) I wanted to make sure I did this right. I hope you enjoy it!

P.S. I DO NOT OWN ANY PERSON/PLACE/THING THAT IS REFERENCED, PARTICULARLY BY WADE WILSON!!!

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You fiddled with your jewelry before smoothing out the flyaways in your hair one more time in your bedroom mirror. You then moved back to see yourself fully. Your favorite dress hugged your figure perfectly and showed off your legs with its short skirt. You nodded in approval.

Suddenly, you heard banging on your front door, followed by, “Police! Come out with your hands up!” You rolled your eyes and took your time getting the door. You already knew who it was.

You moved into the apartment complex about a year ago. You were in the middle of unpacking, blasting your music, when you heard someone knocking on your door. You quickly turned the music down and went to see who it was, dreading getting a noise complaint already. Surprisingly, you came face to face with a man covered in scars named Wade Wilson. Instead of getting onto you, he happily turned the music back up, helped you unpack, and became your best friend.

When he told you about himself - his job (a sort of assassin-for-hire), his scars (he was once part of an experiment gone wrong that wound up giving him enhanced healing abilities) and his twisted sense of humor (he was just like that) - you didn’t exactly believe him. You soon realized that there might be some truth to him when one day, out of the blue, he came back with a hunk of a man who Wade claimed was from another timeline. The hunk in question was Logan. According to Wade, he kind of messed things up in his world and was given a chance to start over in this one. You were more than happy to help whenever you could, however you could.

Somewhere down the line, you guess you fell in love with Logan. He was good-looking in a rugged way and was in great shape for someone his age (which Wade joked was WAY more than you thought), but it wasn’t just that. Sure, on the outside he seemed gruff and unapproachable, and sometimes he actually was. Once you got to know him, though (or once he got to know you), he loosened up. You would even go as far as to say there was a real soft side to him. You didn’t forget how he teared up at Howl’s Moving Castle during movie night a while back. You slowly went to his hand when you first noticed and he held on tight, eventually loosening his grip but opting to draw lazy circles instead of letting go. You wished he would touch you more, whether it was holding hands, hugging, kissing, slowly going down there…

But it was never going to happen. You were sure of it. That’s what tonight was about – getting over Logan. You finally hopped on one of those dating apps and, after some scrolling, matched up with someone named Blane who was handsome, a successful businessman, and loved travelling. He recommended a fancy restaurant downtown that you had been wanting to try out for forever, and he even offered to pick you up. It was to be your first date in a long time, so you spent all day getting ready. You were so engrossed in your routine that you totally forgot about movie night.

Sure enough, the person at your door was Wade, dressed in his comfiest “Snoopy” pajamas with popcorn, candy, and chips overflowing in his arms. Behind him was Logan carrying a case of beer.

“Sorry to disturb you, ma’am,” Wade went on as he entered your space, “but we heard that you were having a double feature movie night of the incomparable Molly Ringwald and we had to come over and investigate.”

“Fuck,” you groaned under your breath.

“Hello to you, too,” Logan said with a smirk. You blushed and looked away as he walked past.

“You look nice,” he commented, taking in your appearance. He was so used to your more casual clothes. You always looked so comfortable and cute, for lack of a better word. Tonight, you were downright gorgeous. It took him by surprise.

Then again, you were full of surprises. That’s why he liked you.

Logan really liked you.

He liked you so much that he decided that tonight was the night he was going to straighten up his adamantium spine and finally ask you out on a -

“Thanks. I’m actually going on a date.”

Your voice pulled Logan back to Earth. His face contorted into confusion. Did he hear you right?

“A date?”

“Yes,” you confirmed, closing the door and going over to check your purse on the wall. “I met him on one of those dating apps. He’s taking me to that restaurant I keep talking about downtown.”

“Are you seriously ditching me, Wolfman Jack, and Ms. Ringwald for some boy?!” Wade asked, his hand dramatically on his chest.

“I know! I’m really sorry!” You rushed over to him, getting on your knees to beg. “But he seems like a great guy. And this is the first date I’ve been on in God knows how long. I thought it’d be something different for me. You know I wouldn’t forget movie night unless it was for something really important.”

Wade sighed. “You could’ve at least invited me.”

“You know I’m not into three ways, babe.”

“Don’t knock it ‘til you’ve tried it.”

You smiled and patted his knee. You looked up to Logan, who was still holding onto the beer but with a scowl on his face.

“Logan?” you asked, moving back over to him and gently touching his arm. “Are you okay?”

You might as well have touched him with a hot poker because he swiftly moved over to the couch to set the beer on the coffee table. “Yeah. Fine.” He didn’t look at you once. He just plopped down and helped himself to a bottle. You stood there in semi-shock. He had never been so blunt with you before.

“So, who’s the lucky man?” Wade asked.

Oh, right. Your date. “Blane,” you answered.

Wade’s eyes widened. “Blane?! What kind of a name is Blane?! That’s an appliance, not a name!”

As he talked, you quickly pulled out your phone and pulled up his profile. You flashed it to Wade. “God, he even looks like a tool,” he scoffed. “What do you think, pookie?”

Wade nudged Logan, who barely looked at the photo before giving a small nod and turning back around. You sighed. He was upset, you figured. Why, you had no idea.

You didn’t have time to pry further, though. According to your phone, you had a text from Blane saying he was a couple of minutes away from you.

“Shit! He’s almost here! I should probably go.”

You grabbed your purse and double-checked that everything was there. Before you made it to the door, you heard, “Ah bup bup!” Wade was up in a flash and turned you around to face him.

“Before you go, young lady, phone.” He held out his hand and you reluctantly handed it over. He easily opened it up (you should really change your password). “I’m going to turn on ‘Find My Phone’ in case you get kidnapped and I need to kick ass,” he explained. You rolled your eyes but didn’t stop him. Wade eventually gave your phone back. He suddenly gasped. “Oh, and I’m giving you these…!” He reached into his pajama pants and fished out a roll of condoms. Your eyes widened. “In case you get lucky and get pounded in the ass by the tool.”

“Thanks, Wade,” you said, hesitantly taking the roll and placing them at the very bottom of your purse. “Um… have fun with Molly. Raid my pantry, if you want. It’s the least I can offer.”

“You can expect your s’mores Oreos to be gone by the time you get back,” Wade promised, opening up for a hug. You eagerly gave it to him.

“Love you,” you whispered in his ear.

“Love you more,” he replied.

Before you left, you looked to Logan and tried one more time. “Goodbye, Logan.”

A curt nod in your general direction was your only response.

Your lips formed a straight line, but you quickly shook it off. You weren’t going to let this ruin your night. You gave a nod of your own and a “see you later” before finally leaving the apartment.

It was time for your date.

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“Somebody oughta punch his fuckin’ lights out,” Logan mumbled under his breath.

He and Wade were about halfway through Pretty in Pink (and Logan was halfway done with the beer), and every time James Spader came onscreen Logan had to make some comment that wished horrible pain on the teen villain. At first it was amusing for Wade, who simply shoved popcorn into his mouth as he went back and forth between the entertainment onscreen and the entertainment Logan was providing.

Of course he knew about Logan’s crush on you. He knew the second you two met, how Logan’s eyes looked you up and down with intense curiosity. As time went on, he noticed that Logan was gentler around you, a bit calmer. You were good for him. Wade also knew that you were crazy about Logan, which is why your date came just as much as a surprise to him as it did for Logan. He felt bad for the poor guy. That feeling was running thin, though, the more Logan just sat on the couch not doing anything but drink and moan (and not in a fun way).

Sure enough, when James Spader came on screen again, Logan growled, “Fuckin’ kid. What would he know about treating a girl right?”

That was the last straw for Wade. He grabbed the remote, hit pause, and turned criss-cross-applesauce to the poor man.

“You’re in love with her and hate that it’s not you she’s with right now on that date.”

Logan cocked an eyebrow. “What?”

“You’ve got super-hearing, honey badger. You heard me.”

Logan didn’t even bother turning around to address Wade. “I am not-“

“Yes, you are,” Wade quickly countered.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” Logan tried to reach for the remote to resume the movie, but Wade was fast. He continued, “I see how you act around her. You do anything she asks. ‘Come with me on a grocery run?’ ‘Sure!’ ‘Help me fix my sink?’ ‘Why not?!’ ‘Can you rip your heart right out of your chest with your claws?’ ‘As you wish, princess.’”

“Will you stop with this?” Logan shook his head, trying not to give into the fact that everything Wade was saying was true.

“And the looks that you give her! I’ve never seen you look at anyone the way you look at her. You look at her like she’s a goddess!”

“Shut up.”

“You look at her like you want to rip her clothes off and impale her with your rod of adamantium steel!”

“Shut the fuck up,” Logan snarled, his beer bottle threatening to break with how hard he was holding it along with his emotions.

“Oh my God! Do I have to draw a picture for you?! You look at her like you want to fuck her!”

That was the last straw for Logan. However, instead of using the beer bottle, he tossed it against the wall with a growl and jumped across the couch to gut Wade with his claws. After taking a moment to recover from the surprise attack, Wade smiled and said, “Looks like you’re going to have to help her clean her couch, which you were probably going to do anyway, which not that many people would do. That’s love, bitch.”

Logan wish he had it in him to really shut the merc-with-the-mouth up… but deep down he knew Wade was right. He slowly retracted his claws and moved back to his end of the couch. He took several deep breaths before letting it all out.

“You’re right. You’re right, okay? I love her. I love her so goddamn much it’s killing me that she’s with that prick instead of me.”

After a minute, Logan felt a hand on his shoulder. He dared to look up and saw Wade, who was still spilling blood but already recovering, giving him a genuinely sympathetic look.

“It’s not too late, Logan,” Wade said gently.

“Yes, it is,” Logan whispered.

“No, it’s not! I bet you everything I have that she wants you, too. Even (deep breath) my precious Mary Puppins.”

Wade quickly pulled out his phone and went to the ‘Find My Phone’ app. He held the results up to Logan’s face. “Look! She’s still at the restaurant! It’s not too far from here. We can leave now, sneak in, sit a reasonable distance away. Just to see how the date is going. If it’s bad, you can swoop in and save her. I’ll even activate the sprinklers so you can have your Notebook kiss-in-the-rain confessional like that other Ryan guy! Come on! Let’s go get your girl!”

Before Logan could respond, Wade hopped up and quickly helped Logan out of your apartment, out of the building, and into his car. Logan’s mind was going about the same speed that Wade was – stupidly fast. He was usually so courageous, not afraid to face any type of danger. This, however, was scaring him shitless.

Getting to you was only half the battle. What if he stepped in to save you but said the wrong thing? What if he said the right thing and you still rejected him? Worst of all, what if you were on the best date of your life?

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This was the worst date of your life.

You saw him standing on the passenger side of his car looking expectantly at the door when you first stepped outside. The person matched the profile, thank God. You skipped up to him and offered a big smile and handshake.

“Hi, Blane!”

“Hey, you!” he said, grabbing you by your hand and pulling you in for a hug. You were taken aback by this gesture, but quickly brushed it off to return the hug. Maybe he was just really affectionate, like Wade in a way.

“That’s a nice dress,” he whispered in your ear, his hand slowly making its way down your back. This was not like Wade. This was more than you were ready for so early in your date. Before he could reach your ass, you quickly pulled away and took a big step back. You forced a laugh to relieve any tension and he returned it. Crisis averted. Or so you thought…

Things got worse once you got to the restaurant. It was a lovely place, better than you thought it’d be, with beautiful landscape paintings on almost every wall and candle centerpieces on each table. Getting to your table wasn’t the problem; it was the fact that it took a bit longer than usual for a waiter to come by to get your drink order.

When one finally did come by, a kid who looked like he was working his way through college, he quickly apologized. “Hi, you two! My name is Roger. I’ll be your waiter for this evening. Apologies for the wait time.”

“Finally!” Blane exclaimed. “I thought I was going to have to shoot myself in the head just to get your attention.”

The remark startled the poor boy, who recovered as quickly as he could. “I’m sorry, sir. One of our waitresses had to leave because of a family emergency and I-“

“And I don’t care,” Blane interrupted. “All I care about right now is getting a drink.”

Again, Roger was surprised, as were you. Where the hell was this attitude coming from?

You turned and gave Roger an apologetic look. He simply nodded, took your drink order, and rushed to get it out to you two. He also rushed to get your food order back to the kitchen and out in front of you. As he turned to help another table, Blane grabbed him by his apron and pointed down at his food.

“What is this?” Blane asked.

“Your steak, sir,” Roger answered politely.

Blane rolled his eyes. “No, it’s not. Because I ordered my steak rare.”

“I believe it is rare, sir.”

“Well, I know that it’s not.” Blane then picked up the plate and shoved it into Roger’s hand. He then shooed Roger off while saying, “Go get me another one.”

You looked at Roger again, this time mouthing your apology. He nodded again before heading back to the kitchen. You really should’ve talked to Blane about his behavior. But you couldn’t because was just. Always. Talking.

When he wasn’t being rude to the wait staff, he was being rude to you by not letting you get a single word in. When he wasn’t talking about how much money he was making for his company that was ranked tenth in an industry you couldn’t care less about, he was talking about all the different places he’s been to that had the best alcohol or drugs or good-looking women. When he wasn’t bragging about having lunch with a guy who dated a girl who may or may not have rubbed shoulders with some son of a senator, he was going on and on about how his last girlfriend was a needy psycho who wanted him to spend quality time with her and do things like attend family functions and get-togethers with friends.

“And that’s why I like you,” you heard him say, his voice cutting through your thoughts about how sweet your potatoes tasted. “You’re such a good listener.”

It’s not like I have much of a choice, you thought to yourself, opting to actually say, “Um… thank you.”

“I gotta be honest, though, you look different than your profile.”

“Different… how?” you asked, not sure if you really wanted to know the answer.

“Don’t get me wrong,” he started, “you look nice, but you’re profile picture makes you look hotter. Maybe it’s one of those photos from a few years ago or something. Don’t worry. It’s not going to stop me from taking care of you later.”

You blinked at him. “’Taking care of me?’ What does that mean?”

“I think you know,” he said smugly.

“What makes you think you’re going to ‘take care of me’ later?”

Blane scoffed. “Well, why not? I mean, I’ve been a gentleman. I’m paying for this meal. Why shouldn’t I get a little something in return?”

Oh, hell no.

You finally snapped.

“Are you fucking kidding me right now? You’ve been harassing a poor kid who is trying his best! You’ve been talking your head off this entire night! You tried to grab my ass before I even got in your car! You call that being a gentleman?! I call it being a grade-A asshole! I can’t believe I ever agreed to go out with you! You are nothing but a stuck-up, narcissistic, sexist little bitch!”

You breathed deeply after your mini-monologue, staring Blane right in the eyes. His jaw was hanging open so much you thought it might hit the plate where his new steak was. Suddenly, Roger was next to you setting down a fresh vodka tonic. “A refill for you, ma’am,” he simply said. As he turned around, he caught your eye, winked, and mouthed, “On the house.” You smiled and took a long swig of your drink.

Blane eventually straightened up in his seat and cleared his throat. “I may be an asshole, sweetheart, but you’re still going to go home with me. I mean, what’s the alternative? You go back to your sad apartment and spend the night alone?”

“Or, a third option,” you proposed, taking another sip of your drink, “I find someone else. Someone who might actually be able to fuck my brains out.”

Blane chuckled. “That’s cute.”

“You think I can’t do it?”

Roger must’ve put something in your drink because the next thing you knew you were rising out of your seat, grabbing the lining of your panties (a nice lacy pair that you only wore for special occasions), pulling them down your legs, and holding them firmly in your hand.

“See these?” you asked. How could he not? You were holding them right in the middle of the table and his eyes were as wide as saucers. You leaned forward and talked so only he could hear you. “I bet you I can hand these to any man in here and he’ll take me in the restroom and rock my world better than you can even dream of doing.”

Blane took a big gulp and stuttered, “I-I’d like to se-see you t-try.”

“Fine,” you responded. You then took a good look around the restaurant, your eyes scanning every man in sight. The more you looked, though, the more scared you got.

What the hell are you doing? you scolded yourself. What do you actually think is going to happen? Some guy you barely know is going to just blindly follow you into a public restroom after you hand him your dirty underwear? And what if he does follow you? What would Logan think?

Wait, Logan?

You leaned forward a bit in your seat and squinted.

Sure enough, there sat Logan at the other end of the restaurant in a booth with his date, Wade.

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Wade managed to get him and Logan a good booth by making quite a scene. Not only were he and Logan a “couple,” but Wade was suffering from a rare form of testicular cancer that was going to kill him within a couple of months. The hostess took pity on him and gave the “couple” a free first round of drinks and a free appetizer. Wade was munching on potato skins while Logan tuned his super-hearing into the conversation between you and Blane. He was amazed at the ego the guy had, going on and on about this and that while you stared off into space.

“Anything juicy going on?” Wade asked.

“Just him talking about his ex,” Logan replied. “He said she tried to get him to go to her grandmother’s birthday instead of letting him play golf with some client.”

“What a bitch!” Wade gasped, taking a big bite of another skin. “The guy, not the girl. Men can be bitches, too. I’m an equal-opportunist.”

“She looks miserable,” Logan said under his breath. He didn’t know whether to feel sad or happy about that; sad because you deserved way better, happy because it meant he still had a shot.

“Go over there, then,” Wade said.

“No.”

“Yes!”

“What the hell would I say?”

“Say that you were in the neighborhood and wanted to say hi.”

“Why would I be in the neighborhood? Tonight is supposed to be movie night.”

“We ran out of Oreos and you went out to get more,” Wade suggested as he sipped his martini.

“Why would I go all the way downtown for Oreos?” Logan turned to Wade.

“Because I asked you to.”

“Why the fuck would you ask me to go all the way downtown for fuckin’ Oreos?”

“Do you have to poke so many holes in my story?!”

“Do you have to be such a shit-for-brains?”

“At least I’m putting suggestions out there! You’re just sitting there looking at her like a lost puppy. Or, kitty? Because of your tuffs? No, no, a puppy. Cats could give two shits about people… which can be you sometimes.”

“Just shut the fuck up,” Logan commanded, slowly turning back around to catch you leaning forward and talking forcefully to Blane. Before he could tune into what you were saying, Wade piped up again.

“Just go over there!”

“Not until I know what’s going on.”

“Tell her she completes you!

“No.”

“Tell her you’d kill for her!”

“No!”

“Tell her you burn for her!”

“Will you stop-?!”

Suddenly, Logan felt a presence next to him. He slowly turned around and there you were, staring down at him. He’s heard people talk about wishing that a hole would come up from the ground and swallow them whole because of severe embarrassment, but he’d never experienced the feeling himself… until now.

Wade darted his eyes back and forth between you two. For once, he didn’t dare interrupt the moment. He was on the edge of his seat.

Finally, you took a deep breath and shoved something into Logan’s hand before darting off. Logan wanted to stop you, but curiosity over what you handed him got the best of him. He looked down, and his brain automatically short-circuited.

You handed him panties.

You handed him your panties.

His wide eyes quickly found you again. Your head was turned to him as your body faced the hallway that led to the restroom. You tried to look cool, but Logan could see the anxiety in your eyes. You nodded in the direction of the restroom before turning around to complete your journey.

Wade and Logan looked at each other, spared a fleeting glance at a stunned Blane, then darted right back to where you had just been.

Logan had to be dreaming. There was no way you were doing what you were doing, suggesting what you were suggesting, unless it was in some sick, delightful fantasy of his.

And yet, he found himself getting up and following you.

He just hoped this fantasy had a happy ending.

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You took a huge sigh of relief when you got into the ladies’ room. Not only had you gone through with your stupid bet, you realized that this restroom wasn’t a community one. It had one toilet, one sink with all sorts of fancy soaps and lotions, and a big mirror. You were thankful to have some actual privacy (as much privacy as you could get in a public place).

You closed your eyes and let everything sink in. It was out of your hands now. Logan would either come or not. A part of you desperately hoped he would.

There was a gentle knock on the door that startled you like a gunshot. “Yes?” you answered as evenly as you could.

“It’s me. Logan.”

You gasped softly. You quickly turned and put your hand on the doorhandle. You stopped short of turning it, though, to steel yourself with another deep breath.

You slowly opened the door. He walked inside, meeting you in the middle of the room. You stood about a foot apart from each other.

“Hi,” you whispered nervously.

“Hi,” he echoed.

There he was. Logan. The man who you’ve been pining over for forever. Only he wasn’t how you knew him to be. He seemed… shy. Scared, even. While a part of your felt relieved that he felt the same way as you, another part of you ached for him. You didn’t like seeing him this way. He needed to relax.

You moved a bit closer to gently touch his arms. He closed his eyes for a moment, like he was forcing himself to loosen up, which he eventually did. You continued to boldly move up to his shoulders, his neck, and eventually his cheeks. Your thumbs moved back and forth against his facial hair. You could feel his jaw lock for a second before relaxing. He even moaned a little. You moved even closer, so close your chests were touching.

“Logan?” you beckoned.

He dared to open his eyes. He didn’t seem scared anymore. He seemed to be looking at you with adoration, desire. The realization made you smile.

“God, you’re beautiful,” Logan whispered, his own smile forming as his hands slowly made their way to your hips. He gave you a few gentle squeezes that made your heart flutter and your legs tremble. You closed your own eyes at the sensation, your breathing becoming quick.

Fuck it, you decided.

You finally took the plunge and met his lips. Logan returned the gesture with fervor, your lips molding together perfectly. Your arms wrapped around his neck as his hands went to your back to bring you even closer to him. You don’t know what came over you, but you began pushing Logan back to the wall. Your hands swiftly unbuttoned his shirt, your fingers feeling the fabric of his tank top before moving underneath to feel his hot skin and abs. His eyes shot open in surprise before closing again, trying to slip back into the moment. He then remembered something and opened his eyes again.

The mirror. It was showing him holding a beautiful woman, who was now kissing and sucking on his neck. It was a lovely view, but he could think of something better.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, stopping your movements.

“Nothing,” Logan assured you. “Just look.” He turned you around so you could see what he saw. His arms were wrapped snugly around you. Your hands were right on top of his, securing his hold. You looked right together, like you really fit.

“You are really something, you know that?” he whispered in your ear. He kissed the side of your head before moving to your neck, licking and leaving his own marks. You closed your eyes in pleasure. Your soft moans gradually got louder as his hands moved to your breasts. Your nipples rubbed against the inside of your bra, aching to actually feel his big hands. You settled on the feeling of him switching between gentle and rough squeezes.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this. Wanted you. Ever since I met you. So sweet. So gorgeous.”

“Oh, Logan,” you gasped. “I want you, too.”

“Yeah?” Logan cocked an eyebrow. His hands unexpectedly moved away from your breasts to make a painfully slow descent downwards. “How much, sweetheart?”

“So much,” you answered quickly, hoping it would make Logan go faster. He took his time, though.

His left hand went one way, pulling up your dress to reveal your pussy. The cool air against it made you shiver and shut your eyes tighter. His right hand hovered just above it. Your hand went over his, trying to move it where you needed him most.

“Please, Logan,” you pleaded.

“Please what?” he teased, his hot breath making you shiver even more.

“Please… Please…”

“Come on, baby.”

“Touch me.”

“Open your eyes.”

You somehow found the strength to obey him. As soon as you did, he slipped a finger inside. You gasped and let your jaw hang open. One of your hands shot up to meet the back of his head, your hold tightening and loosening in time with his movements. He pumped just the one finger inside your folds, slowly, deliberately. His other hand held you in place against him. You forced your eyes to remain open to watch the obscenity of it all. His eyes then met yours in the mirror. His hair was wild because of you and his breathing was harsh against your neck, like he was doing everything in his power to hold back his baser instincts. He was still an animal, though, and you loved it.

After a couple of minutes of this, Logan asked, “Do you want more?”

“Yes!” you exclaimed, nodding your head vigorously.

With a cocky grin, he said, “Play with yourself for me, baby.” You forced yourself to do as he said. Both of your hands went to your breasts, trying to mimic how he made you feel earlier. It wasn’t the same, but it didn’t matter. All that mattered in that moment was that Logan was satisfied at the gesture. He slipped another finger inside you and you moaned happily.

“Keep your eyes open,” he cooed. “Keep them on me.” You obeyed yet again. Logan pressed kisses into your head as his fingers moved a bit faster, a bit harder.

“God, you’re so wet. Just for me, right?”

“Yes! Yes, Logan! Only you!”

During one particularly hard thrust, you moaned loudly. You quickly bit your lip to stifle the sounds. Logan chuckled.

“Careful,” he warned you as he continued. “You don’t want us to get caught, do you?”

“No,” you managed to say.

“You’re doing so good for me. Keep it up and I’ll let you be as loud as you want when we go back to your place.”

The weight of the situation and each of his words suddenly hit you like separate bricks coming from all sorts of directions to create the metaphorical ton.

It was the fact that you were actually getting fingered by your dream guy

It was the fact that this was happening in a public place.

It was the fact that he had no intentions of stopping.

It was the fact that you were almost at your peak, which was great for your pussy but bad for your heart that wanted more.

It was the fact that Logan confirmed there’d be more.

It was the fact that you didn’t know if he meant more sex or more to your relationship.

Logan effectively shut up your brain by adding a third finger to the equation that began circling your clit. One of your hands that was on your breast went back up to his hair to pull hard. He growled and bit hard on your neck in response. You nearly screamed, but Logan was quick and stifled it with a deep kiss.

“Are you almost there?” he asked against your lips.

“Yes,” you breathed into his mouth.

He thrusted his fingers one, two, three more times before tearing himself away from you. Before you could even process what was going on, he knelt down in front of you, pressed you up against the wall by your hips, lifted your leg up over his shoulder, and dove face first into your soaking cunt. Your hand flew over your mouth to cover up the filthy sounds you were making as Logan’s tongue explored your juicy flesh. As soon as he met your clit, you came hard. Logan took everything you gave him. He decided right there in that moment that nothing tasted better than your cum.

By the time he cleaned you up entirely (smart move on his part, you thought in hindsight), your breathing had become less ragged. He slowly lifted his head up and set your leg back down on the ground. He took a long look at you from below. Wade was right; you were a goddess and Logan worshipped you. You finally opened your own eyes and looked back at him.

“You okay, sweetheart?” he asked.

“No,” you answered. Logan’s face twisted into concern, which made you break out a smile and giggle. “I’m fucking amazing.”

Logan let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “Good.” He came back up to you for a kiss, which you happily gave him. You could feel the remnants of your cum on his facial hair. You pulled yourself away from him long enough to wipe it away with your fingers and then lick each one of them clean.

“You are so fucking hot,” Logan said, mesmerized.

“You mind telling that to my date? Maybe along with a ‘thank you’?”

“Why would I even want to speak to that prick?”

“Because if he wasn’t a prick, I wouldn’t have made my stupid bet and this probably wouldn’t have happened.”

“Bet? What bet?”

Your eyes widened in horror. Oh, right. He didn’t know and you didn’t tell him. You looked down in embarrassment, but he caught you by your chin and made you look back at him.

“Hey. What bet?” he asked again, gently. The gentleness didn’t help ease your shame or nervousness. Your lips trembled as you tried to take a deep breath. Tears threatened to come out, but you forced them back as you forced out the truth.

“Blane was being a total jerk and he basically told me he expected me to sleep with him after our date. I told him I’d rather be with anyone else and made a stupid bet that I could hand my panties to any man in the restaurant and he would fuck me in here. I don’t know what came over me or if I’d actually go through with it if it were someone else. But then I saw you and I was so relieved. And please don’t think I did this just because of a bet! I’ve liked you for a long time but I thought you only saw me as a friend! That’s why I went out on this fucking date in the first place! But I want you, Logan! Please believe me! I don’t just want this, what we did in here! I want more with you! I want to be with you! Please don’t-!”

Logan shut you up again, this time by pulling you by your waist and giving you a hard kiss. You were hesitant at first, unsure of the meaning of this. You eventually melted into him, wrapping your arms around his neck like before. He tongue demanded access to your mouth and you granted it. If this was the last time you were to be in close proximity to him, hell in any kind of proximity to him, you wanted to make it worth it.

Logan eased up on you and pulled his head back, never letting you out of his sight or grasp.

“I want you, too, sweetheart,” he finally admitted.

“W-What?” you asked, your brain still in a fog. “But… But I-“

“Do you know why I’m even here tonight?”

You opened your mouth to answer but promptly closed it. You actually didn’t know.

“Wade and I were trying to watch the movie and the fucker called me out on my bullshit. He knew I liked you, too, and convinced me to come here to watch over you and maybe try and steal you away from your date. I wasn’t gonna make a move, though. I didn’t know if you wanted me. Or even if you did, I thought I’d screw it up somehow. Then you did what you did…” He then pulled your panties from the pocket of his jeans and held them up high in front of you. You blushed. “And then we did what we did…” You blushed harder. “It’s all fucking crazy, I know, but I guess it beats not happening at all. I got you, baby, and I don’t want to let you go.”

You dared to look at him for any trace of dishonesty. You didn’t find it. He still looked at you with adoration and desire.

He wanted you.

Logan wanted you.

“What a fucking night,” you sighed.

“Tell me about it,” Logan added.

You both chuckled at the absurdity and luck of the entire situation. Logan took your panties and put them back in his pocket, giving it a nice pat. He then leaned in for a quick kiss, which you gave him without hesitation.

“Shall we?” Logan asked, holding his arm out for you.

You nodded with pride. “Absolutely.”

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Poor Blane was just minding his own business when a certain Mouth slid into the empty seat across from him.

“Hi! Blane, isn’t it?”

“Um…”

“Fantastic! Wade Wilson, Matchmaker. So, here’s the thing, Blane, you are a certified douchebag who does not deserve the sunshine and sweetness that is my best friend. Therefore, it brings me great pleasure to let you know that your date is officially over. I mean, it was over when she approached my other best friend and handed him her undergarments, which are really cute. (I need to ask her where she shops.) Anywho, as I speak, he is in the restroom with her, definitely giving her the dick-down of a lifetime. And I don’t imagine it will be the only one of the night. I do imagine, though, that they’ll be done soon, which means you will have the great opportunity of watching as they leave hand in hand like the power couple they are. I recommend leaving while you can to take care of yourself back at your chic yet empty and sad penthouse apartment with the flesh light you keep next to your bottle of Viagra and hidden copy of hentai. Just don’t forget to leave some money for the bill. It’s the least you can do for being such a dickwad.”

If Blane was stunned before, he was flabbergasted now. The knife was twisted even deeper when you and Logan emerged from the restroom, hand in hand like Wade predicted. Logan’s shirt was still open, revealing his tank top that revealed his fit form. The flushed look on your face and the bite mark on your neck were hard to miss. You both had shit-eating grins as you walked to the table.

“Hey, kids!” Wade greeted you. “Blane and I were talking about dessert. Care to join in?”

You and Logan looked at each other before you responded, “Thanks, but I think we’re good. We’re just going to head home. Blane, I hope I never see you again. Good night and goodbye.”

You swiftly led Logan and yourself out of the restaurant. Wade and Blane watched Logan lean in next to you and whisper something (probably about how you were already a dessert for him) that made you giggle like a schoolgirl.

Wade could’ve sworn he saw some tears form in Blane’s eyes before the man threw down some money and rushed out in the opposite direction.

“Toodle-oo, Blane!” Wade called after him. He then scrooped up the money to count it properly.

Roger eventually came back and asked, “Is everything alright, sir?”

“Are you kidding?!” Wade exclaimed. “My two best friends are finally together. Another spoiled manbaby is going home with crap in his diaper. And there’s enough money for the bill plus beignets for dessert! You bet your ass everything’s alright!”

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