#lemme know if you need part 3.. lol 😂

[piastree]

Take a Chance with Me | OP81

oscar piastri x reader (fc: huh yunjin)

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Summary : Y/n's mistakenly takes someone's drink at a party. Despite the initial embarrassment, they engage in light chit-chat and discover a sense of familiarity. Oscar introduces himself, and they exchange greetings, marking the beginning of a new chapter in their story.

Notes: hiii! this is my first writing, if there are any grammatical errors or some other mistakes i wanna apologize in advance. I hope you like it and have fun while reading this<3 lemme know if you like it thankyouuuu

Y/n chuckled when she remembered how embrassed it was when she took the wrong glass and sipped it like nothing was wrong. But she could feel the confused look from someone beside her. "I'm thinking you might have grabbed mine by mistake." She glanced to her side, wondering if the words she had just heard were indeed meant for her.

"Huh?" She finally turned to fully face that man. He chuckled at her puzzled expression, but eventually, with a raised eyebrow, he pointed to the glass she was holding. "Oh my goodness! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to take your drink." Her eyes widened in shock, and her heart raced as embarrassment flooded over her. He held back his laughter. "No worries. I can take another one," as he said, he cracked a grin like a friendly cat. His eyes squinted playfully, giving off a vibe that was both laid-back and amused. "Let me grab you another one." "No need for that, I-" Ignoring him, she sauntered away to fetch a new drink, intending to replace the one she had mistakenly taken from him earlier. It didn't take long for y/n to return. Once she returned, they engaged in light chit-chat, chatting about who invited them to the party. It wasn't until later that she realized the guy she'd been talking to looked kind of familiar. "So, which friend brought you here tonight?" she asked. "Oh, just through some mates, racing circles and all. What about you?" "Just here with a friend. By the way, you seem oddly familiar. Have we met before?" "I get that a lot. Maybe you've seen me on the street or something."

She just laughed, shrugged it off, and took another sip of her drink. At the same time, he shot her a cheeky smile, sneaking a few glances while she checked out the scene around her. After a bit, he decided to break the ice, "I'm Oscar, by the way."

"I'm y/n. Nice to meet you, Oscar."

With a cheerful smile, they exchanged a warm handshake. It marked the beginning of a new chapter in their story.

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user CUTEE OUTFIT Y/N!!

user and now lando also here? who's she

user wow oscar put earmuffs on her??

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user oscar indirectly said that y/n was his lucky charm!!

"Can't you stay for one more night?" Oscar asked. He walks over to y/n who is arranging her luggage a little hurriedly.

Y/n smiled before saying, "work can't wait. But I promise I'll come another day."

"Okay, i'll counting the days until you return."

She laughs, then stands up and pulls Oscar into her arms. "You're doing a good job. Keep going!"

"I'll miss you." He hugs her tighter, as if he's not willing to let her go.

"Me too."

They fall into a moment of silence, soaking in each other's warmth before having to go back to being apart for a period of time they don't know how long.

She never expect the party that night to lead her into a complicated situation, where she has to love someone who is out of her reach. Remembering how stupid she was that night for not recognizing Oscar right away when his face looked so familiar, and how Oscar didn't say anything until she finally realized.

"Oh! I have something for you."

She opens her bag and takes something out. A bracelet with a four-leaf clover. "I don't have the skill to draw, and I wouldn't risk making your helmet look ugly."

Oscar takes the bracelet and immediately puts it on. "I can't agree more. But it's more than enough," he replies mischievously while laughing. He is so happy to see the bracelet now neatly wrapped around his wrist. "Thank you."

"Your lucky charm when I'm not around."

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oscarpiastri thanks for mistakenly grabbing my drink. Grateful for every twist of fate that brought you into my life🍻❤️

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[thatmexisaurusrex]

if we got a second season of tfatws what would you want to be in it 👀

Oh my gosh, such a good question to ask! 😆 A very hard one too Cassie, lemme think on this 🤔

Okay, a few things that would be a must would be:

A "Meanwhile, on the boat..." moment, or perhaps a montage of moments where things are happening throughout the MCU movies that happened post-TFATWS and Sam and Bucky are just 😂 on the boat, hearing about the events after the fact. I keep thinking about the scene in season 7 of Supernatural where they montage Dean commenting on what Castiel does with his new godlike powers while Dean fixes his car, but it doesn't have to be like that (3:16-3:46 here for reference lol).

Sam needs to save Bucky from falling. Sam had someone he couldn't save in the air. Bucky didn't have anyone to save him when he fell. Sam and Bucky both need that catharsis and it's wild that didn't happen in the first season.

Sam flying around as Bucky snipes at things 😂 Again - how did that not happen in the first season?

Sam and Bucky must either be already roommates or looking for an apartment which will be the place they will live in together.

Sarah, AJ, and Cass must be in it as well as other people we've seen like Carlos, Tommy, Isaiah, and Eli.

Another song by Curtis Harding must close the show's next sunset ending (it MUST be a good ending where they look into the sunset again, I'm sorry, I don't make the rules). Perhaps Can't Hide It by Curtis Harding?

Joaquín! There must be more Jay, I refuse to believe there wouldn't be so much more Jay in a season two.

FLASHBACKS. WHERE. WERE. THE. FLASHBACKS. Gimme Sam and Riley flashbacks, flashbacks of Sam with his family, gimme more info on Sam.

Can we???? Get more info on Sarah too???? Like was she married before??? Who are Cass and AJ's dad or dads??? How does she feel about Sam disappearing for a huge chunk of years??? I just want to know more about her.

And GIDEON. GIVE SAM HIS OLDER BROTHER.

Also, GIVE SAM BIRD TELEPATHY, YOU COWARDS, AS WELL AS A FALCON NAMED REDWING.

AYO AND ANEKA VISIT. THEY HAVE TO VISIT. LET AYO AND ANEKA BE BESTIES WITH SAM AND BUCKY.

Acknowledgment that Sam found Bucky in Europe but kept Bucky's secret and visited Bucky. Also that Sam visited Bucky during his time as a goatherder in Wakanda, possibly with a reference to the costco tub of lube 😂

MORE EPISODES. GIVE US MORE EPISODES. GIVE US TEN EPISODES AT LEAST, YOU COWARDS.

Things I can live without but I think would be a waste if they aren't in a hypothetical season two:

A huge and exciting action sequence during a New Orleans Mardi Gras Parade with Sam being the King of that parade.

There's a team of villainous jugglers in the Marvel comics called the Death-Throws. I really want them as secondary comedic villains who may or may not be kind of good people a la Jessie, James, and Meowth from Team Rocket in Pokemon movies. Just let Sam and Bucky have some comedy villains in the background doing their thing, Marvel.

Visiting Steve on the Moon. I just think Sam and Bucky deserve space shenanigans. I will also take a Facetime, if that's too out of budget, though.

Misty Knight cameo where Sam and Misty either imply or outright talk about being exes. Probably amicable, though, it would be funny if Sam's a bit awkward about it, but Misty's chill with him.

Karli resurrection. She deserved more of a redemption arc than Walker. Bring her back to life, Disney, I dare you.

Bucky and Falcon!Redwing don't get along. More because Bucky is jealous than anything else.

A VISIT TO WAKANDA! Do they go to Birnin Zana? Do they visit the town Bucky was living in as a goatherder? Do they go to Ayo and Aneka's home for dinner? Maybe they possibly only let Sam into the country while Ayo is like "I told you to lie low for a while, White Wolf" to Bucky 😂

Baron Zemo can have a cameo, if only because Anthony Mackie was bummed that Daniel Brühl isn't a part of Cap 4.

Wildest Options I Don't Think Would Happen But I Would Love:

SamBucky wedding. It all takes place the days leading up to their wedding. Or, if I'm being more realistic, a wedding. Like, if, say Sarah and Rhodey were getting married or Carol and Valkyrie or perhaps Ayo and Aneka.

SamBucky kiss? Though, again, highly doubt that and I'm really okay with SamBucky not being canon.

Fourth wall break where Feige himself walks into a room, sits down, and apologizes about how he treated Sam Wilson's character in the MCU and promises to do better. He pulls out an entire slide show and the episode is just him talking about how he will be integrating Sam more thoroughly into the MCU. I'm talking how specifically Sam will cameo, where he will cameo, pitches for other projects Sam will be heavily tied to, the works.

[whispersxwhimpers]

this is to respond to the last message you sent,

i was more joking !! i'm not ready for that kinda commitment TT

i have a full blooded yorkie, a pit/rottie mix, and a chihuahua/minpin mix ^^

AWWW SHES ADORABLE?? i love her! and i've said this before, but christ your eyes are gorgeous <3

aww no because that's fair, there's some really good pokémon in gen 1-4. lucario is also pretty high on my list of favorites too!!

gotcha ^^

I LOVE RAIDEN OH MY GOSH i almost lost my shit because i didn't pull her in her most recent banner rerun thing 😭 i got so upset it was actually ridiculous omfg, who are some of your favorite genshin characters besides her?

jellybean olympic games i love that 😭😭 i'll have to play it sometime for sure, it sounds really fun!!

stop omg i LOVEEE chloe so much, i'll have to rewatch someone play that game again because i don't remember shit 💀

i could never get into star wars omg?? but i have a backlog of shows and stuff i need to start watching/finish as well, we're both terrible procrastinators apparently TT

LMAOO NO I SWEAR !!

hmm... right now, for western artists, i'd say ashnikko, eminem, palaye royale, baybe, and maneskin !! i'm into other languages of music as well (russian, korean, thai, a little bit of filipino) so if you listen to any of those and want my favorites, lemme know !! who are some of yours, pretty girl?

to respond to the message you sent regarding my mental health,

i'm honestly kind of liking miss right now if that's alright w you? 👀 i'll definitely keep that in mind!

i appreciate you SO so much 🩶🩶 i did relax today, i watched a part of a new season of my show that came out today, ate, laid around the dogs y'know the usual relaxation stuff so i'm pretty okay right now ^^ again, i appreciate you and your sweet words <3

– 🩶

Hahaha I know, I'm just messing with you 😘

Awww!!! Hehe I bet they're all adorable puppers 🥰

Hehehe thank you 😊 I'll be sure to tell her! Also thank you 🥺💕

Lol you've actually inspired me to start a list of my favs, maybe I'll post it sometime when I'm done 😂

🥺 I really hope you get her next time!! 💓 other favorite characters of mine are Yae Miko, Kokomi, Ayaka, Hu Tao, Klee, Xiao (hehe obviously), Venti, Xiangling, and Bennett haha

It's so fun!! I think it's free to play 😊

Lol I cry EVERYTIME I play it 😂

😂😂😂 I also like unwinding with more familiar shows, so there's that too 😂 like right now, I'm watching Batman The Animated Series 🥰

🤣😂😊 Had to check, you know?

Oooo I love Ashnikko! Also I love Palaye Royales song "Mr Doctor Man" 🥰 used to be a favorite of mine! Also really like Maneskin 😊 "Wanna be your slave" is my favorite song by them! Oooo! I'm always open to expand my taste! Feel free to send any recommendations!

Some of my favorite artists are Boygenius, Lucy Dacus, Phoebe Bridgers, Julien Baker, Lauren Sanderson, Chappell Roan, Billie Eilish, Renee Rapp, Megan The Stallion, The Pretty Reckless, Tyler the Creator, Paramore, PVRIS, Avril Lavigne, Otep, and many many more haha

Hehe I don't mind you calling me Miss, I actually adore that 🤭 (much rather that over Ma'am, that's for sure 😂💕)

Oooo! What show??(: also I'm very pleased to hear you snuggled with your pups and had a restful day 🥰 Good girl sweetheart 😘

Of course Darling! I'm always happy to help 💕

[snowandwolves]

hihihihihhi it's lengthy ask anon i am running off of too little sleep (nightmares still ugh) but also good news which is a danger combination lol

so part of how i've been dealing with my sleeplessness is rereading some of the lighthouse au until i finally feel fine enough to go back to sleep. so! questions. that you don't have to answer. really!

why did Bea never know she talks in her sleep? also, does Ava ever try to have a full on conversation with her?

Cam and Ava talk about the benefits of hugging a tree and with all the pine reference i have to know: has Ava ever hugged a pine tree??

when Mary almost asks Ava about moving in with Bea, do you think Bea had talked about it with her friends beforehand? like a am-i-being-too-lesbian worry?

what's something Bea and Ava eventually fight about? (and do they follow that "order" for making up)

do you think Chanel ever designs something for Jillian? how about Ava?

from last time - how you handled the main plot and subplots was amazing - did you have one of those (*virtual?) murder board-esque things to help visualize things? (*i'd never thought of using notion for fiction work!!)

i think i've reached my caffeine limit for the day i hope you are getting better sleep than i am! here's to having the crispiest vegetable of your preference! (i.e. not celery lol)

I’M ALIVE AND STILL EMPLOYED IDK HOW BUT OK 💀 hi hello, lengthy ask anon. how’s the nightmares? i hope they’ve left you alone? am i gonna have to have a Serious Talk with whichever god’s in charge of that? 😤 pls lemme know. but! i sincerely hope you’ve been sleeping since you sent this 🥺

and now (finally, idk how long it’s been), answers!

1. this… is a good question LMAO maybe no one brought it up to her cos she might get embarrassed? OR bea wakes up too early for anyone to catch her in the act 😂 and yes, i’d think ava would definitely try to have a full conversation with her like “bea, bea, what’s the weather like” and bea just randomly spouts temperature numbers and sea condition. or like “bea what’s your favorite sex position?”, which ends up with bea having a rather scandalous dream, much to ava’s amusement 😂

2. i’d say yes!!! except she hugs the smaller ones and ends up with pine needles everywhere. bea’s exasperated but ava just shrugs and says, “worth it.” on that note, hug a tree people. it’s fucking soul-healing.

3. oh, definitely. camila gives her twinkle eyes, mary’s like “what the fuck does that even mean, too lesbian”, and lilith doesn’t even dignify it all with a response 😂 which is to say… her friends weren’t any help at all.

4. i think it’d be something simple cos they’re good at talking to each other about their feelings. so stuff like ava leaving her shoes a mess by the front door, which means beatrice keeps tripping on them, or bea’s tendency to overpack, which almost makes them late for their trips. they’d snipe at each other because they’re human (bea: “what’s so difficult about putting your shoes away, ava?” and ava: “what the hell would you need a sewing kit for, bea?”) and probably get too irritated until one of them realizes it’s a ridiculous thing to fight about. probably won’t always make up through sex because bea got a concussion the last time she tripped on ava’s shoes and there was no time for even a quickie when they almost missed their flight, but someone will make a joke and they’ll laugh about it at least. (this… got unintentionally soft 😂)

5. omg, yes!!! what if they attend a gala and ava’s whole fam is wearing chanel’s clothes? literally A+++ publicity and just about launches chanel in the spotlight 😌 jillian in a suit and ava in a dangerous dress, what more can you ask for 🔥

6. lengthy ask anon, i had notion and phone notes and paper charts and i even tried using this free mind mapping thing just to keep track of everything 😂 i went full-on type A on this thing. i even had a mood board. and a playlist. and 2847293 drafts. i have so much content idk what to do with these now 💀

lettuce! i’ve been having so much lettuce! but omg pls, i really hope you’re sleeping well now 🥺 as always, thank you so, so much for this! literally the best thing to do after somehow crawling out of hell LMAO

[oraclekleo]

First of all Lemme mention it real quick I've already participated in the game, so I'd not be disappointed at all of you choose to not answer the question and prioritise others before me. This question is literally kind of making me feel dumb and excited too lol idk suddenly I'm being drawn to ask this question and dk why even tho my focus rn isn't even my love life, and i think ik enough about what I need to know but still this question is not leaving my mind. Okay sorry for my rant but still.

My big 3-Capricorn (sun), Virgo (moon), and Taurus (rising)

My question-"is there any message/advice my fs want to tell me right now!?"

My nickname-Jasmine :))

cards i choose-The Slavic Legends Tarot, The witch Oracle.

My mood board-

also a slight note; take care>33 sending in lots of love and good energy. I'm extremely greatful to have this opportunity and if you choose to answer any one of my asks I'm definitely really greatful for it too. As I've mentioned pls prioritise yourself first and rest well. Your readings are amazing tho and the cards don't even get me started on that they are just so pretty...😭

*feeling really selfish and annoying* I'll try not to participate in more games, as i think I've already had enough. 🧍🏻‍♀️

Thankyou so much!!!!! 🧿✨

Hello Jasmine!

I’m always happy to do a reading for you and it doesn’t really matter how many times you participate in the game. You can do so every other week, if that’s what you feel drawn to. 😀

Trust me! If I wanted to limit the participation, I would do it. I’m not really the type who wouldn’t be sure how to apply rules. 😂

I usually don’t really do Future Spouse readings because I don’t like the whole concept of fixing on some unknown person which you will meet in the future and who will miraculously sort your life out. I firmly believe we should enjoy the time we have here and now and that our happiness should be in our own hands and the power over it shouldn’t be just given to someone who can then withdraw it from us on a whim. But let’s try this because you said you are not fixing on the love life so I guess it can’t really throw you into a spiral of waiting for the Mr. or Mrs. Right. 😀

As usual with me, I attach the pics of the cards I pulled, in case they hold any special meaning for you.

Let’s have a look at your cards!

Cards: IX The Hermit, 2 of Cups, 5 of Coins, 6 of Cups (The Slavic Legends Tarot), 43. Tranquillity - Violet, 2. Communication - Pea (Green Witch Oracle)

Not gonna lie to you - It’s not exactly ace to get the Hermit card for any love related question. 😂 But then you also have the 2 of Cups… So let’s dive deeper into this! 

Both the Oracle cards are connected with Venus and the sign of Pisces. And they both speak of deeper understanding and love. You might experience a gentle shift towards topics regarding love and relationships. They might not have been your priority in the past, maybe you simply didn’t feel ready for such pressure to be part of your life because relationships, especially the romantic ones can be very complex and difficult to navigate through. Recently, you might feel like your life has reached the kind of phase where you can start exploring this aspect as well. You might want to start on a more theoretical ground as the Hermit suggests. You might get interested in romantic literature, poetry, in romance focused tarot readings even. At this point you might really appreciate the purer and more vanilla type of love more, reading about mutual understanding and spiritual connection, rather than lust and desire. You might want to resist this wind of change for a little bit but it’s really not necessary. While you don’t need to solely focus on the topic, there’s really no harm in getting interested, in feeling more attuned with the romantic part of your soul. You can feel free to just browse and observe all the various kinds of romance that can become a part of your life. You might want to romanticise your everyday life, too. It can be anything from more romantic vibe decorations like champagne glass you can use for soda or water, to actually including date nights into your schedule. Those can be with your friends, family, or even with just yourself where you simply set the nice atmosphere with dinner and candles and then read a good book or watch a favourite movie. Or you might actually start dating a person. 😀 I sometimes tend to skip this option but it is perfectly normal and alright to actually date other people. 😂 Only make sure you are both communicating honestly and openly with each other. Don’t try to make them guess your thoughts. It always only leads to confusion and going back to the Hermit’s cave. 😜

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[xplrvibes]

adam kimmel… and he looks oddly like jimmy kimmel lol i wonder if theyre related

10-14 patients in that small room is inhumane in itself. places like this make me so sad… theyre meant to help people not give sadistic psychopaths an outlet

lexi is so funny. they hear the most fked up things… the boys freak out (admittedly exaggerated reaction for camera) and lexi’s reaction is like ‘ew’ 😂

colby just being an empath 💅

“dude our fan just leaves us” 😂😂 i would too, you crazy mofos. you wanna stay in a srsly haunted spot and talk abt how youre feeling wobbly and woozy… im leaving with steve and the guides man ciao!

colby and steve walking together… talking together… i would look amazing between them

nates facial expressions 😂😂

“what if i put a torch on that table?” that is quite clearly a chair, mr golbach.

steve just commands respect from these spirits dude they listen to him

wait… wtf. ok theyre in the doll room and looking at a portrait of a little girl holding flowers. isnt that “samantha” from the driskill episode?

wait wait wait lemme check

HOLY SHIT IT IS

Its the same freaking portrait wait thats crazy wtf 😳 but this girls name is “susie” dude

idk why i noticed that but i did 😂 tbh it’s probably a mass produced art piece and maybe samantha at driskill took a liking to it

alright back to it

they need to put colby under the estes here this would be crazy

waait the knocking… thats insane

lol colby with the hand warmers. honestly whoever invented those deserves all their success.

“are (spirits) trying to lure (lexi) away from us” this is exactly what i thought during the conjuring episodes. i felt like something was trying to lure sam away by mimicking colby bc it knew sam trusted colby and would come running if he suddenly heard colby calling for him 👀

part 3…

Is this the one where Colby stays behind to help Lexi walk over the ice?

I know he did that in a different episode with another lady, but my brain is telling me he did it here, too.

Our little chivalrous gentleman, Colby. 🥰 No wonder all the 1800's era ghost ladies want a crack at him.

But yea, these places have such horrific and sad backstories...no wonder they are all haunted. Even if they aren't haunted (which they are), the decades of bad energy in these places is just baked into the walls at this point.

Omg @ the portrait lmao. That's gonna cause a ruckus if anyone else sees that 🤣.

[damimami1994]

I am crying tears of joy with this ending 😭😭 This series has been a rollercoaster of emotions in the best way possible. The tension in all 3 parts is crazy good, it kept building then snapped a bit when he got jealous in pt 2 but when she pulled away from him and literally left him standing there, it came right back! In this part when the tension finally broke in half and they gave in to each other, it was wonderful!!

Because at this moment, nothing else matters—not the past, not the future, not the way this is going to complicate everything.

It's just him. Just you. Just this.

AHHHH!! I was like YES FINALLY 👏🏼 of course she had to set a boundary and say it was casual but we ALL know what this was from the jump. I loved when she tried setting up the rules and Logan just kept shooting them down 😂

"Rule three-"

"Lemme guess. No jealousy?"

You blinked. "Uh, yeah."

Logan smirked. "That's cute."

You frowned. "Why is that cute?"

'Cause, sweetheart, I don't share.'

I wouldn’t want to share him LOL I loved the back and forth! 😂💗 And the “rules” just kept breaking especially with him needing her 🥹😭

Not fuck. Not need to be inside you. Not a filthy demand.

Just Can I have you?

Like you're something precious.

Like he doesn't just want you —he needs you.

I CANOOOTTT!! 😭😫 Him needing me I would’ve immediately just made him mine. It was just so precious having him be so vulnerable with her. 🥹🥹

And finally after that misunderstanding and they told each other how they felt!! It was just a sigh of relief and happiness that they both didn’t dance around it anymore and GAVE IN!! You did such a great job with this series! 🥰💕

─── LAP OF (DIS)COMFORT | PT.3

pairing: worst!wolverine x fem!reader

summary: to try and resolve the awkward tension between you and logan after everything, you decide to be friends with benefits. And of course, things don't go well. pt.1 | pt.2

contents! mdni 18+, pet names, implied and explicit sex, smut (so all the usual warnings), unprotected sex p in v, teasing, slightly angst, emotional tension, swearing, blood mention, idiots in love, a lot of feelings, fighting their feelings, casual sex, jealousy, happy ending and probably more.

word count: 8k (yeah...)

ℒogan masterlist !

── english isn't my first language/no proofread, so probably some mistakes.

The air in the apartment was different now.

Everything was different now.

It had been ever since that night.

Logan and you had always existed in this precarious balance—a push and pull, tension humming between you like an electric wire stretched too tight. But at the same time, it felt natural, a unique connection. An easy connection. And that night, you'd both finally snapped. Lips crashing, hands gripping, bodies pressing too close in a moment of reckless abandon. But when you pulled away instead of making things clearer, it only tangled the lines further.

Now, you avoided each other like strangers.

You only went to the apartment when you knew he wouldn't be there, or when Wade gathered everyone together you stayed as far away as possible from where Logan was. So he did the same, and whatever connection had once existed between you had been buried beneath silence and stolen glances.

Now, Logan and Wade were away for a few days on some mission the X-Men had called them to help with. So since the apartment was empty, Al being who knows where, you and Vanessa decided to have a girls' night. Just the two of you in the apartment to gossip and have some time without Wade or anyone else always surrounding you like vultures.

When you said you'd rather do it in yours, which was literally next door, she said she didn't want to leave the apartment so she wouldn't miss the moment Wade returned. Their relationship was still complicated, but they seemed happier than ever. You thought it was cute.

So when the front door swung open that night, dragging in the scent of blood and metal, your heart lurched at the sight of him.

Logan stood in the doorway, looking wrecked.

His suit was stained dark—some of it clearly his, most of it not. His shoulders were heavy, muscles tense beneath the weight of exhaustion. His hands flexed at his sides as if they were still expecting a fight. There were no wounds—his mutation saw to that—but something in his posture, in the tense muscles on his face, told you he was barely keeping himself upright.

You stayed rooted to the couch, watching him, fingers curling against your knees. Everything inside you screamed to move, to go to him, to touch, to check—

But you didn’t. You couldn’t.

Vanessa didn’t hesitate. She got up immediately, crossing the room to Wade, cupping his face in her hands before pressing a kiss to his lips. “Jesus, you two look like hell,” she muttered before pulling him into an embrace.

Wade grinned. “What, this isn’t my usual charming self?”

Vanessa snorted, running her hands down his arms, checking him over, making sure he was okay. You watched. Your heart tightened for a second with something tinged with envy, the almost deadly desire to be able to do the same with Logan.

And Logan? He didn’t say a word. He just stood there for a moment longer, then exhaled sharply and walked straight past you, disappearing into his room.

You swallowed hard.

The apartment felt too quiet once he was gone, the absence of him pressing down on your chest. You didn’t even realize you were gripping the couch cushions until Vanessa glanced at you, brow raised.

“Well?” she asked.

You blinked. “What?”

Vanessa nodded toward the hallway. “Go.”

Your throat tightened. “He doesn’t want to see me.”

“Oh, please.” Vanessa rolled her eyes. “I don’t know what happened between you two, but whatever it is, it’s eating him alive. And you, apparently.”

You hesitated, your body already betraying you by shifting toward the hall. You hated this. The distance, the uncertainty, the way he acted like that night hadn’t meant anything—like you hadn’t shaken his entire world the way he’d shaken yours. And you know it was your fault. You knew you had done it when you said what you said before you turned and walked away.

But that didn't make it hurt any less.

With a quiet breath, you pushed yourself off the couch and walked toward his room.

His door wasn’t shut all the way.

You pushed it open cautiously, stepping inside. The room was dimly lit, the scent of whiskey and blood clinging to the air. Logan sat on the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees, head down, his hands loosely clasped together.

He didn’t look at you when you entered. “Don’t need a babysitter.”

You ignored that. “Rough mission?”

A low scoff. “You could say that.”

You lingered by the door, shifting on your feet. “You okay?”

Logan finally looked up then, his sharp gaze locking onto yours. “Why do you care?”

The words stung, even though you knew they weren’t meant to. This was just how he operated—shutting people out, pushing them away before they could push him first. Well, especially since you did. You crossed your arms, steeling yourself. “Because you… you're my friend Logan, Wade's friend. Even after what happened, I still care about you.”

His jaw clenched, something flickering behind his eyes before he exhaled sharply, scrubbing a hand over his face. “You shouldn’t.”

Your chest ached at that. “Too late.”

For a long moment, neither of you spoke. The air between you was heavy, thick with words left unsaid, with everything you were both too damn stubborn to talk about.

The silence between you stretches, thick with everything unspoken. Logan's gaze is still locked on yours, unreadable, but there's something raw in the way he looks at you—something that makes your stomach twist.

You shouldn't be here. Not like this. Not after everything. You were the one who didn't want this to happen.

But you don’t move.

Because despite all of it—despite knowing this is a bad idea, despite every instinct screaming at you to walk away—you still want him. More than you should.

You've never met anyone like Logan. No one like Logan should want you, but he did, and God, how could you let this moment slip away?

Logan exhales sharply, his hand dragging through his hair. He looks exhausted, like the weight of the world is pressing down on him, and for a second, you think he might tell you to leave.

Finally, he exhaled, “We can’t do this.”

Your throat tightened. “Do what?”

“This.” He gestured vaguely between you, frustration edging his voice. “Whatever the hell this is. The back and forth, the looks, the tension, the damn kiss.”

You swallowed hard. “So what do you want, Logan?”

He hesitated—just for a second, just long enough for you to see the war waging behind his eyes. Then, with a humorless chuckle, he shook his head. “I don’t know.” He glanced at you, jaw clenching. “I wanted that—you. But you were the one who ran the other night, remember? The one who said I'm too fucking broke for this to work.”

You flinched at the reminder. His words struck you like a slap. He wasn’t wrong; that night, when you let yourself have it for a moment and realization had crashed over you like a tidal wave, you had pulled away first. Not because you didn’t want it—because you did, too much. You wanted him with a fervor that was almost suffocating, but because the fear of heartbreak, the fear of entangling your lives further in the chaos of both your realities, was terrifying.

��I know,” you admitted, voice quieter now. “I just—” You exhaled sharply, shaking your head. “With everything you’ve been through, everything you have to deal with, everything I have been through, and this whole… thing between us? It just—it won’t work, Logan. We’ll just make a mess of it.”

His gaze darkened. “Yeah. Probably.”

The room felt unbearably small, the weight of him, of his presence, pressing down on you. You should walk away. You should end this conversation before you got yourself into something you couldn’t handle. Something that would break you after it's over.

But instead, you met his eyes.

“But maybe we can make this work out?” you murmured, voice measured, “it can be casual. Just like you said before.”

Logan’s brows furrowed slightly.

“It doesn’t have to mean anything,” you continued. “It doesn’t have to be anything.”

He exhaled sharply, gaze flicking to your mouth. “That what you really want?”

No.

Not at all.

But you nodded anyway. “Yeah.”

He let out a quiet scoff, like he already knew you were both lying to yourselves. But he still sat back slightly, hands resting on his thighs as he let the weight of your words settle between you.

Finally, he gave a slow nod. “Something casual. No strings. No expectations.”

The second he said it, you knew this would turn into something worse. A bigger mess. A deeper ache. But you still agreed, voice barely above a whisper.

“Yeah. We keep it simple. No commitments. No feelings.”

You took a step forward, throat dry.

Your pulse thundered as you approached him, standing between his legs. Close enough that you could feel the heat radiating from him. He was warm, solid, everything you wanted and everything you shouldn’t.

His fingers flexed at his sides before they finally moved, hesitantly finding your waist. His touch was deliberate, grounding. You rested your hands on his shoulders, fingers digging in slightly as your breathing grew shallow.

“This is a bad idea,” he murmured, his voice rougher now.

“Yeah,” you agreed. “It is.”

But neither of you moved.

Instead, his grip on your waist tightened slightly, and your fingers trailed up his neck, brushing through the coarse hairs at the base of his skull. His breath hitched.

You swallowed. “Are you gonna kiss me, or are we just gonna sit here making this worse?”

So instead of answering, he closed the distance.

The kiss is slow at first, testing—like you're both waiting for the other to pull away. But neither of you does. Instead, Logan’s hand lifts to your jaw, his thumb brushing over your skin, and then suddenly, it shifts. Deepens.

You gasped against his lips, and that was all it took.

Logan pulled you onto his lap, making you moan, your hands gripping his shoulders. You melt into the heat of him, fingers threading into his hair. The kiss turns desperate, feverish, all the tension between you snapping at once.

His hands slid up your back while you sighed against his lips, his hands pressing you impossibly closer. Heat curled in your stomach, spreading fast, your body already reacting to every shift, every touch, every desperate inhale between kisses. And right now you didn't care about the blood or the dirt on his uniform, all you needed was to feel him.

He moved his hands under your shirt, rough palms searing against your skin as he lifted the fabric higher, his mouth trailing along your jaw, down your throat.

Before you could process it, he was shifting, standing up with you still wrapped around him. You let out a surprised laugh, only to yelp when he turned you around and tossed you onto the mattress.

You propped yourself up on your elbows, eyes wide. “Logan, Wade and Vanessa are in the other room.”

He smirked, already crawling over you. “Don’t give a damn.”

Then he kissed you again, pulling your shirt over your head—and you let him. Because at this moment, nothing else matters—not the past, not the future, not the way this is going to complicate everything.

It’s just him. Just you. Just this.

it’s almost too much. The weight of him, the way his lips find yours again, the way his hands mold perfectly against your breast, the way your bodies fit together like they were always meant to—it feels like falling.

And you let yourself fall.

It wasn’t an official thing.

Hell, it wasn’t supposed to be a thing at all.

It was just sex.

That’s what you told yourself waking up tangled in Logan’s sheets, his scent clinging to your skin. What you told yourself walking out of his room that morning, glancing back just once. And definitely what you told yourself now, sitting across from him in Wade and Logan’s apartment, pretending nothing had changed.

Except… something had.

You weren’t supposed to feel different. But you did. Lighter. Like something had settled inside you.

And Logan?

Logan looked… good. Not just in the rugged, unfairly attractive way he always did, but good, lighter too. A smirk tugged at his lips as he leaned back in his chair.

Wade, oblivious, was loudly chef’ing in the kitchen.

“This is how you host a dinner!” he announced, dramatically tossing something into a pan. “A little olive oil, a lot of butter, and enough seasoning to make Gordon Ramsay weep!”

Vanessa stole a sip from his drink. “You didn’t measure anything.”

“Did my sexy friend, Gambit, measure his charm? Did I measure the perfection of my ass? No! Some things are meant to be.”

Logan shook his head. “Jesus Christ.”

You caught the twitch of amusement in his expression and grinned. Wade clapped his hands, declaring dinner ready. You and Logan sat at the table as he slid plates in front of you.

“The masterpiece is served!”

You eyed the steak and roasted potatoes. Not bad. Logan raised a brow. “You actually made something edible?”

“Weird for me too,” Wade admitted, taking a bite. “Damn. Maybe I am husband material.”

Vanessa patted his cheek. “That’s cute, baby.”

Logan eyed his plate with deep suspicion. “What’d you do to it?”

“Wow. Wow.” Wade pressed a hand to his chest. “The lack of faith. Do I look like the kind of man who would tamper with a meal out of pure, petty spite?”

“Yes,” Logan and Vanessa said in unison.

Wade gasped. “Babe, et tu?”

Vanessa shrugged. “You once swapped out Logan’s beer with non-alcoholic just to see what would happen.”

You snorted, glancing at Logan. “Did he notice?”

Logan scoffed. “Of course I did.”

Wade grinned. “Not right away, though.”

Logan shot him a glare. “I did.”

“Sure, sure.” Wade smirked, cutting into his steak. “Denial is the first step.”

You bit back a grin. “To be fair, it is kinda funny.”

Logan’s gaze flicked to you, something warm behind it. “Yeah?”

“You’re fun to rile up,” you teased.

Something shifted in his expression, just enough for the corner of his mouth to twitch—and then:

“Least I don’t eat like a damn toddler.”

Silence.

Wade blinked, fork mid-air. “What.”

Vanessa stifled a laugh. “Oh my god.”

You burst out laughing. Because Wade did eat like a damn toddler. Cut-up bites, ketchup on everything, sometimes even a sippy cup.

But it wasn’t just that.

It was that Logan had made a joke.

"No! I can't believe you made a joke! Aww, I knew you had some humor in you." You exclaimed, your eyes wide with mock disbelief.

Logan just exhaled, shaking his head. “Took an easy shot.”

“Oh, spare me! That barely qualifies as a joke!”

“Shut it, Wade.”

“Don’t listen to him,” you said, turning to Logan, a playful smile lighting your face. “He doesn’t get your humor like I do.”

Logan’s gaze held yours a second too long. You saw him fight down a real smile.

That thing—that undercurrent—was back.

Wade shattered it, as always. “Okay, this is getting weird. Can we get back to admiring my culinary genius and not the undeniable sexual tension at the table?”

You rolled your eyes and took a bite of steak.

Dinner drifted into easy conversation, Wade leading with his usual running commentary. But through it all, you felt Logan. Every glance. Every flicker of a smirk. Every time your eyes met.

When Wade got up for drinks, Vanessa followed, leaving you and Logan alone.

You nudged a potato with your fork. “Didn’t think you’d stick around this long.”

Logan exhaled. “Yeah, well. Wade would’ve whined if I didn’t.”

You smirked. “So you do like him.”

“Didn’t say that.”

“But you didn’t not say it.”

Logan rolled his eyes, but his smirk betrayed him.

Neither of you spoke, but neither looked away, either.

His gaze dipped—just for a second.

Your breath caught before you stretched in your seat, arching slightly, just enough for your shirt to ride up an inch. You didn’t look at Logan when you did it, but you felt his eyes flicker downward.

Then, the tiniest smirk tugged at your lips.

You leaned in, breath brushing his ear. “You keep looking at me like that, Logan, someone’s gonna notice.”

His jaw tightened, a reaction that sent a thrill through you.

Just before the moment deepened, Vanessa returned, interrupting the charge in the air. You leaned away.

“We should do this more often,” she mused.

“Agreed,” Wade said through a mouthful of food. “Nothing brings people together like a good meal and unresolved sexual tension.”

You nearly choked.

Vanessa swatted Wade. “Babe.”

“What? It’s like watching two tigers circling each other. I half expect growling.”

You groaned, shoving another bite of steak into your mouth.

Logan, ever the gracious one, shot Wade a flat look. “You done?”

“Not even close.”

Dinner wrapped up soon after.

“I should probably get going,” you said, standing.

Logan stood too, casually. “I’ll walk you out.”

Wade squinted. “Ohhh, will you now?”

Logan didn’t blink. “Yeah.”

Wade turned to Vanessa. “Babe. Look at them. They think they’re sneaky.”

“Leave them alone,” Vanessa sighed.

“No, this is gold—”

“Wade,” you cut in, deadpan. “Shut up.”

Wade gasped, clutching his chest. “She shut me up.” Then, he turned to Logan, smirking. “You better marry her.”

Logan grabbed the door handle and opened it. “We’re leaving now.”

Wade called after you, laughing. “Have fun!” and because he can keep his mouth shut, he added. “Also, stay safe! And by that, I mean use protection, I’m not dealing with a mini-Wolverine running around, okay?”

As the door slammed behind you, Logan muttered, “Jesus Christ.”

You snorted. “That was so bad. Real smooth.”

Logan huffed. “Wasn’t tryin’ to be.”

You turned to him, grinning. “Yeah, I noticed.”

His gaze dipped to your lips. Your stomach flipped.

The tension between you snapped tight.

Your fingers brushed his arm, teasing. “What now, Wolverine?”

His voice dropped. “Think you already know.”

Heat coiled in your stomach.

The second the lock clicked open, Logan pushed inside with you. The door barely shut before Logan had you pinned.

He shoved you against it, a hungry growl ripping from his throat as his mouth devoured yours.

It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t slow.

It was needy. Desperate. Fucking brutal.

His hands grabbed at you—hips, waist, thighs—picking you up like you weighed nothing. Your legs wrapped around his waist on instinct, and he slammed you against the door, muscles flexing as he held you up, rolling his hips hard against yours.

“You got no idea what you just started,” he muttered, voice low, hot against your ear.

You swallowed hard. “Oh, I think I do.”

A dark chuckle rumbled in his chest. “That right?”

His fingers dragged up your thighs—slow, teasing, making you shiver.

Then, his lips brushed your ear, voice dropping into something filthy.

“I’m gonna ruin you.”

Your breath hitched.

“I’m gonna have you up against the door—spread out, begging, takin’ me so deep you feel me for days.”

Heat flooded your body.

He smirked. Fucking smirked, because he knew.

“You’re already soaked for me, aren’t you?” His voice was pure sin, rough and knowing. “Walked outta that dinner all sweet and teasing, thinkin’ you could provoke me.”

You whimpered, trying to move against him, but his grip tightened.

“I’m about to show you what teasing really gets you.”

And fuck, he really did.

The apartment was still thick with the scent of sweat and sex. Your skin was burning, muscles weak, body utterly wrecked—in the best fucking way possible.

You barely registered Logan lifting you off the door, carrying you with ease like you were dead weight. The bastard didn’t even sound winded. Just a small huff as he maneuvered you towards the couch.

“Christ,” you muttered, boneless against him. “How the fuck are you still standing?”

He huffed a laugh, voice still rough from the way he had been groaning your name not even five minutes ago. “Got stamina, sweetheart.”

Yeah. No shit.

Logan sat down with you on top of him, keeping you wrapped in his arms like he wasn’t planning on letting you go anytime soon. He grabbed the throw blanket draped over the couch and pulled it over you, the warmth settling over your already overheated body.

His hands lazily traced your spine, his fingers dragging slow circles that made your skin tingle. Your head rested against his chest, his muscles still taut, his body as warm as a damn furnace.

You sighed, fingers absentmindedly running through the coarse hair on his chest, tracing the dips and ridges of his body like he was some damn Greek statue sculpted out of pure, toned perfection. He let you, saying nothing, just watching you through hooded eyes, his breath deep and slow.

The silence stretched, comfortable—dangerously comfortable.

Which meant you had to ruin it. Obviously.

“So,” you started, tone casual, dragging out the word. “Rules.”

Logan snorted. “Rules?”

You hummed, still absentmindedly tracing your fingers over his abs. “You know, to keep things… simple.”

That got you an amused glance. “Simple?”

You ignored the skepticism in his voice and pushed on. “Yeah. You know, since we agreed this is just—” You gestured vaguely. “—whatever the fuck this is. Casual.”

Something unreadable flickered across Logan’s face. It was gone before you could name it. He hummed, considering. “Alright. Let’s hear it.”

You smirked. “Rule one. No catching feelings.”

That earned you a look.

You raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“Nothing,” Logan muttered, smirk tugging at his lips. “Just think it’s funny you’re sayin’ that while still layin’ all over me, playin’ with my chest like I’m a damn teddy bear.”

You rolled your eyes. “Oh, fuck off.”

He chuckled, but said nothing. Didn’t push it. But the amusement didn’t leave his face, and that irritated you more than it should’ve.

You cleared your throat. “Rule two. No staying over.”

Logan arched a brow. “And yet I’m sittin’ here with you curled up in my lap.”

You groaned, pressing your face into his chest. “You’re impossible.”

Logan just smirked. You could feel the smugness radiating off him.

You huffed. “Rule three—”

“Lemme guess. No jealousy?”

You blinked. “Uh, yeah.”

Logan smirked. “That’s cute.”

You frowned. “Why is that cute?”

“‘Cause, sweetheart, I don’t share.”

The way he said it—the deep, husky rasp of his voice, the possessive edge in his tone—sent a shiver down your spine.

You tried to ignore the way your thighs clenched. “That’s a bit hypocritical, don’t you think?”

Logan shrugged. “Maybe.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. He just looked amused. Smug. So utterly unbothered.

Asshole.

You huffed, pressing your palm against his chest and pushing yourself up a little so you could properly look at him. “Fine. But I’m still not calling you if I need a ride, or if I wanna crash at your place, or—”

“Uh-huh,” Logan murmured, his hands gripping your waist. “So you’re not gonna call me when you’re thinkin’ about me late at night? Not gonna want this again?”

His hands tightened.

Your breath hitched.

You glared at him. “That’s not what I meant.”

He gaved you that goddamn knowing, cocky grin. “Mmm.”

You hated him. You really did.

You huffed, laying back down, fingers idly brushing over his skin again. “Okay, fine. Maybe a few of these rules are meant to be broken.”

Logan snorted. “All of ‘em are gonna be broken.”

You gave him a playful glare.

Logan chuckled, tilting his head at you. “Alright, so what can we do, huh?”

You blinked. “What?”

He smirked. “C’mon, you’re layin’ down rules, so what’s allowed? What’s okay?”

Your lips parted, but before you could speak, Logan’s hands started moving—trailing over your thighs, your waist, teasing. “We can fuck. That’s obvious,” he murmured, voice all low and gravelly. “But what about you sneakin’ into my bed just to feel me? What about this—” he dragged his teeth along your jaw, making you shudder “—is that okay?”

Your brain had short-circuited. “I—I mean, yeah.”

Logan smirked. “Mmm. And what about me calling you when I need to wreck you?”

You clenched your jaw. “That’s… fine.”

Logan hummed, his breath warm against your skin. Then, just as quickly, the amusement faded, and he leaned back, watching you carefully. “And we can see other people, right?”

Your stomach dropped.

You swallowed. Forced a smirk. “Yeah. Of course.”

Logan held your gaze. “That what you want?”

You hesitated. But what else could you say?

“…Yeah.”

Liar.

The lightness was gone now, replaced with something heavier, something unspoken. Logan exhaled sharply, his hand resting on your thigh, but this time, he didn’t tease.

Neither of you spoke.

Because you both knew the rules wouldn’t matter. And they sure as hell wouldn’t last.

It’s late. Or early. You don’t even know.

The knock on your door wakes you up. Not loud, but firm.

You groggily shuffle to the door, still in your sleepwear—just one of Logan’s old shirts, oversized and worn, barely covering your thighs.

You open it, blinking against the dim light of the hallway.

Logan stands there. Disheveled. Dark circles under his eyes. His breathing uneven. His fists clenched like he’s trying to hold himself together.

“Logan?” Your voice is thick with sleep. Confused. “Are you—”

“Can I come in?”

You pause. His voice is rough—not like usual. Not gruff with amusement or lust, but hoarse. Quiet.

You step aside. “Of course.”

He walks in, head down.

You close the door, turning to face him. “What’s wrong?”

His jaw clenches. He hesitates—Logan never hesitates. Then, quietly, “I just... needed to see you.”

Your chest tightens.

“Logan,” you murmur, stepping closer. Your hands find his arms, warm and solid. “Talk to me.”

His throat bobs. Then, finally, his eyes meet yours—raw.

“I don’t wanna be alone tonight.”

You exhale. That’s all you need to hear.

Wordlessly, you take his hand, guiding him to the bed.

You expect him to just lay down, curl into you, let you hold him.

But when you move to pull away, his hands tighten on your hips.

His gaze is heavy.

Needy.

And then, quietly—almost fragile—he asks:

“Can I have you?”

Your breath catches.

Not fuck. Not need to be inside you. Not a filthy demand.

Just Can I have you?

Like you’re something precious.

Like he doesn’t just want you—he needs you.

You nod.

Slowly, carefully, you press your lips to his.

It starts soft. Gentle. Just a taste.

Then, Logan sighs against your mouth, and the kiss deepens—not rough, not rushed, just aching.

His hands slide up your sides, thumbs tracing your ribs, like he’s memorizing you.

You climb into his lap, straddling him.

He groans into the kiss, hands gripping your waist, but not hard—just enough to hold you.

Then, he pulls back, eyes dark, fingers brushing up your thighs, under your shirt.

“Lemme take care of you,” he murmurs.

And he does.

This time, there’s no tearing, no ripping—he peels your shirt away, slow and reverent, like he’s unwrapping something sacred.

He lays you down, his lips trace your collarbone, down to your chest, his breath hot, hands skimming every inch of skin like he can’t get enough.

His mouth closes around your nipple—soft, wet heat—and you whimper, back arching.

Logan hums against your skin, lapping, sucking just enough to make your stomach tighten.

Then, he keeps going.

Trailing kisses lower.

His hands part your legs, sliding up your inner thighs, teasing—lingering.

When his fingers finally touch you, you gasp.

“Shit, baby,” he breathes, eyes dark, dazed. “You’re already so wet. Always so wet, baby.”

You let out a needy little sound, pushing into his hand.

He grins—small, tender—then slowly slides one finger inside you. Making you whimper.

He presses another inside, curling just right.

“Logan—”

“I got you,” he murmurs. “Just let me make you feel good.”

And he does, God he really does.

His fingers work you open, patient, stretching you until you’re a mess against him.

His mouth follows—hot, open-mouthed kisses down your stomach, up your thighs, teasing the spot right beside where you need him most.

Then, finally, his tongue replaces his fingers.

You shudder, hands fisting in his hair.

“Logan,” you cry.

He groans against you, lapping slow, deep strokes that have your legs shaking.

Then, right when you’re about to break, he pulls away.

You try to rise and your protest is cut off by his lips finding yours again, swallowing your whine as he guides you back against the pillows.

His cock drags against your entrance, hot and hard, teasing.

“You still okay?” he rasps.

“Yes,” you breathe.

His lips brush your temple. Then—slowly—he pushes inside.

You gasp.

Logan groans—deep, wrecked, forehead dropping to your shoulder as he sinks into you.

You feel everything.

The stretch. The heat. The way his breath stutters as he fills you completely.

His hands find your hips, holding you there, like he needs a second.

“Fuck,” he whispers. “You feel... fuck.”

He pulls back, thrusting in slow, deep rolls of his hips.

No pounding. No bruising grip.

Just this—a steady, aching rhythm, like he’s drowning in you.

You moan, nails dragging down his back.

His mouth finds yours again—kissing you through every slow, deep thrust.

Every movement is deliberate. Devotional.

His lips brush your jaw. “You’re so fuckin’ perfect.”

A kiss against your throat. “So fuckin’ good to me.”

Another at your collarbone. “You got me, sweetheart. You have me so good… I'm all yours.”

Your chest tightens.

You pull him closer, wrapping around him, and Logan groans, pressing deeper, tilting his hips just right until you shudder beneath him.

“That’s it, baby,” he whispers. “Let me feel you. Let me have this, my sweet girl.”

And when you finally fall apart, he follows, burying himself deep, spilling inside you with a shuddering breath.

The only sound left is your ragged breathing.

His weight sinks into you, warm and solid.

His lips ghost your temple.

Then, his voice—small, barely above a whisper:

“Can— Can I stay?”

Your fingers tighten in his hair.

“I don’t want you going anywhere.”

It's all so comfortable that you didn't notice when you fell asleep. You just wake up slowly. Warm. Wrapped in something solid.

It takes a second for your sleep-heavy brain to register it.

Then, you feel it.

The heavy weight of an arm slung low over your waist. A hand resting at your ribs, fingers curled lightly against your skin. The warmth of another body, pressed flush against yours.

You inhale—and the scent of him fills your lungs.

Logan.

Your stomach tightens.

Last night.

The way he showed up at your door, quiet and not-quite-broken but close. The way he touched you—like he needed you. The way he kissed you, slow and deep, like he was memorizing you.

The way he—

Your breath shudders.

Logan stirs behind you.

His arm tightens for a split second, his body shifting, his nose brushing the back of your shoulder before he stills again.

You swallow.

Your pulse is too loud.

You should move. Say something. Anything.

But you don’t.

You just lay there, tangled up in him.

Minutes pass.

Then, he sighs—a deep, slow exhale against your skin.

“…You awake?” His voice is hoarse—thick with sleep.

You pause. “Yeah.”

His hand shifts slightly against your ribs, like he might pull away.

You should let him, but you don’t.

Instead, you reach down, fingers brushing over his knuckles, light.

Then—slowly—he relaxes again, keeping his arm where it is.

The shift is small—barely there.

But it’s everything.

A moment passes. Then, with a rough, gruff exhale, Logan stretches, pulling back just enough to roll onto his back.

The absence of his warmth is instant.

You turn, watching as he scrubs a hand over his face, eyes still half-lidded.

Then, he shifts, glancing at you. His expression is unreadable. His brows furrow slightly, like he wants to say something but doesn’t know how.

So you do what you always do—mask it.

You smirk. “So, uh… you always wake up this clingy?”

Logan snorts, the corner of his mouth twitching. “Shut up.”

You grin. “You were wrapped around me like a damn koala.”

“Tch.” He shakes his head, rubbing at his face. “You’re full of shit.”

“You nuzzled me.”

“I didn’t nuzzle you.”

“You definitely nuzzled.”

Logan gives you a look, but there’s no real bite behind it. Just something softer. Something that wasn’t there before.

For a second, neither of you say anything.

The weight of last night lingers between you.

Then, Logan clears his throat.

“So,” he mutters, voice lower. “You, uh…” He glances away, fingers tapping once against his thigh. “You good?”

Your chest tightens.

He’s asking if you regret it.

You should make a joke. Should keep it light, keep things easy.

But you don’t.

You nod. “Yeah.”

He shakes his head. “Good.”

The silent is not awkward, not really. Just… uncertain.

Neither of you know how to act.

You both know something’s different.

But saying it out loud?

That’s something else entirely.

So instead, Logan grunts, pushing himself up. “You got coffee?”

You blink at him.

That’s it? That’s how he’s handling this?

You should’ve expected that.

You sit up, the covers slipping down your chest. Logan’s eyes flicker lower for half a second before he pointedly looks away.

Oh.

That’s new.

The Logan from before wouldn’t have looked away. He would’ve stared, smirked, made some cocky comment.

But now?

Now, he’s acting like he's trying not to cross a line.

Like last night meant something.

Like he doesn’t want to fuck it up.

You feel like your heart is going to explode.

You should let him off the hook.

Make it easy.

So you stretch, deliberately slow, grinning. “Yeah, but you’re making it.”

Logan snorts, “Figures.”

He stands, stretching his arms over his head, muscles flexing, still gloriously shirtless. Then, with one last glance at you, he turns toward the door.

He doesn’t say anything else.

But as he passes, he strokes your hair—just barely.

It’s nothing.

It’s everything.

And you feel it.

More gentleness. More care. More of him letting you in.

And for now?

That’s enough.

For now.

After that night, everything changed. The change was subtle at first. A softer gaze held for a second too long, a touch lingering past its excuse. The air between you and Logan had shifted since that night. But despite the warmth settling between you, neither of you had spoken about it.

It’s in the way Logan lingers when he stays over at your apartment, the way his hand brushes over your back absentmindedly when you pass by him in the kitchen. How he steals bites of your food, even when he has his own plate, or how he drinks from your coffee mug like it belongs to him. The way he looks at you when he thinks you’re not paying attention, how his fingers trace over your skin for a little too long when he helps you close up the coffee shop late at night.

There was also that morning when you woke up first, tangled in his arms, his face buried against your neck. You should have slipped out of bed, put some distance between you. Instead, you stayed. You ran your fingers through his hair, your touch light, like you were memorizing the feel of him. When he stirred, blinking up at you with sleepy confusion, you just murmured, "Go back to sleep."

And he did.

Sometimes, he stays longer than he should. Sometimes, he watches you move around your apartment, making coffee, hair still a mess from sleep, and his heart does something stupid and reckless—like want more.

Like when you were cooking in the kitchen, wearing nothing but one of his shirts, and he came up behind you, hands on your hips, voice rough in your ear. "You’re making it real hard for me to behave right now."

You turned, arching a brow. "Since when do you behave?"

He kissed you then, slow and deep, backing you up against the counter, and you never did finish breakfast that morning.

Or the night you’d had a long shift and fell asleep on the couch, only to wake up in bed, blankets tucked around you, the faintest trace of cigar smoke lingering in the air. You hadn’t questioned it. Neither had he.

Logan would come by your coffee shop almost every morning, sitting at his usual corner table, nursing a black coffee while you worked. He didn’t say much, but his presence spoke louder than words. Sometimes, he stayed until closing, walking you home, a silent promise unspoken between you. In your apartment, things felt different too.

One night, you were sprawled on your couch after another heated round, both half-dressed, your legs draped over his lap. The TV played some old movie neither of you were watching. Logan’s fingers absently traced circles on your bare thigh, his touch lazy, almost distracted.

He exhaled through his nose, then muttered, "Uh… should we be doin’ this? This doesn’t seem very casual."

You tilted your head to look at him, amused. "Lo, we're friends, right? We sleep together, we're friends too, so it’s fine. Right?"

Logan's fingers hesitated for just a second before continuing their slow path over your skin. "Yeah, I guess." He shifted slightly, his jaw tightening. "I just don’t want us to get things mixed up and... get weird."

You grinned, unable to resist teasing him. "Weird? Are you getting too attached to me already, Logan?"

He scoffed, giving your thigh a light squeeze. "As if."

Your grin widened. "C'mon, you like me. Admit it. I bet if I disappeared, you’d miss me."

"I’d miss the sex," he shot back without hesitation, though the smirk tugging at his lips gave him away.

You feigned offense, placing a hand over your heart. "Wow. And here I was thinking we had something special."

Logan rolled his eyes, but there was a flicker of something softer behind them. You nudged him playfully with your foot. "It’s fine, Logan. I consider you my friend, besides everything else. And we can hang out, you know... besides just hanging out so you can be inside me."

That made him snort, shaking his head. "You're a piece of work."

You gasped dramatically. "Was that a compliment? From the great Wolverine? I'm honored."

Before you could react, he grabbed you and pushed you against the couch, settling above you with an amused grunt as you laughed beneath him. "You’re real smug for someone who just got pinned, sweetheart."

"Oh, please, I let you do this," you shot back, breathless from laughter.

Logan just smirked down at you, but the warmth in his gaze lingered a second too long. And you felt it again—that thing neither of you were saying out loud. But instead of pulling away, he let himself stay close, just for a moment longer.

Then, the misunderstanding happened.

Logan was pulling his jacket on when Laura spoke up from the couch.

"Where you going?" she asked, flipping through some book.

"Coffee shop," Logan grunted, grabbing his keys.

Laura made a face. "You sure?"

His brow furrowed. "Yeah. Why?"

She shrugged. "I dunno… I think she’s not there."

Logan stilled. "The hell you mean?"

Laura hesitated, eyes flicking toward Wade, who was too busy making inappropriate balloon animals to notice their conversation. Then she looked back at Logan. "I maybe saw her going into her apartment a little while ago. With some guy."

The words hit him like a gut punch.

He forced himself to keep his expression neutral, to shrug like it didn’t matter. "You sure?" His voice came out gruff, unreadable.

Laura just gave him a look, like she could see right through him. "Pretty sure."

Logan clenched his jaw. He didn't say anything, just grabbed his keys and left.

He told himself it was nothing. That it wasn’t his business. That he wasn’t the kind of guy to get jealous.

Casual meant casual. No strings, no expectations, no messy emotions that left a man raw and aching.

But then he checked the coffee shop anyway.

And when he found it dark, closed earlier than usual, something in his chest twisted.

His feet carried him back to the apartment before his brain even caught up. He didn’t know what he was expecting—maybe for you to already be alone, for Laura to be wrong. But standing at your damn front door, he heard it.

A voice.

A man’s voice.

Muffled through the walls, deep, unfamiliar. Logan stood there, heart slamming against his ribs, pulse pounding in his ears. His hands curled into fists, nails digging into his palms.

He should walk away.

He should not fucking care.

But he did.

Goddamn it, he did.

He didn't sleep. The thought of you with someone else—another man's hands on you, another man's mouth on your skin—was a sickness in his veins. By the time morning came, he'd convinced himself that he was fine, that it didn’t matter.

It wasn’t like you owed him anything.

The next day, when he saw you, all cute and soft-eyed like nothing had happened, it took every ounce of restraint not to snap.

"Hey," you greeted, stepping close, smiling up at him. "You okay?"

His stomach twisted. "Yeah."

You frowned. "You sure? You seem—"

"You should’ve told me."

The words were out before he could stop them. Your brow furrowed, confusion flickering across your face. "Told you what?"

Logan scoffed, a bitter sound, and rubbed his jaw. "That you had someone over." His eyes flickered over your face, searching for something—guilt, confirmation, anything. "We agreed, didn't we? Casual means we can do what we want, see who we want. But you could’ve given me a fuckin’ heads-up. Could’ve saved me the trouble of showin’ up lookin’ like a damn fool."

Your stomach twisted. "Logan—"

"I ain't mad," he cut in quickly, lying through his fucking teeth. "You don't owe me shit. Just sayin', would’ve been nice to know before I walked into the coffee shop last night expectin’ to see you, only to find out you were already home—with him." His voice darkened, something sharp behind it. "Shoulda figured, huh?"

You blinked. "Wait— you think—Logan, it's not—"

"Don’t sugarcoat it," he muttered. "Laura told me and I heard him in your goddamn apartment."

"Yeah? And what exactly did Laura think she saw?" Your voice was firm now, pushing back against the storm in his eyes.

His jaw tensed. "A guy, in your fuckin’ apartment."

"Jesus, Logan," you breathed, pressing your fingers against your temples. "That guy—he’s not some random hookup, okay? He—" You let out an exasperated breath."He's my landlord. He was fixing my damn heater."

Logan froze.

You crossed your arms. "So, unless you think I’m screwing my fifty-year-old landlord with a beer belly and a receding hairline, maybe take a second to think before jumping to conclusions."

The weight in his chest lifted instantly, but the embarrassment settled in just as fast. Logan swallowed, running a hand through his hair, suddenly feeling stupid.

You sighed. "For God's sake. You really thought I’d do that?"

Logan was quiet for a long beat before he finally muttered, "Wouldn’t blame you if you did."

You frowned. "What?"

"You heard me," he gritted out, looking anywhere but at you. "Wasn’t like this was meant to be serious, right?" He let out a dry chuckle, shaking his head. "Ain't like I’m the kinda guy a girl settles down with."

Your chest tightened. "Are you fucking kidding me?"

His head snapped up, eyes locking with yours.

"You really think I still see this as some casual, meaningless thing?" you demanded. "That I'm just out here screwing around with other people? That I'm not completely fucking yours?"

Logan felt like the air had been punched from his lungs.

"I don't want to be casual, Logan. I haven't been casual—not for a long time. In my head, I’m already with you." Your voice softened, filled with something deep, something unshakable. "And I thought you felt the same."

His throat worked around his next words. "You thought right."

He let out a slow breath, his shoulders relaxing slightly, but his expression was still guarded. " But if you felt that way, then why the hell are we still pretending?" he asked, voice rough, edged with something raw. "Why are we still actin’ like this doesn’t mean anything?"

You hesitated, searching his face. "I was scared," you admitted softly. "Scared that if we said it out loud, it’d break whatever this is. That it’d make it real, and real means it can be lost. And I'm sorry for yesterday, for not saying anything."

Logan exhaled sharply, his hand running through his hair before settling on your cheek, his thumb brushing against your skin. "Darlin’, it’s already real," he murmured. "Has been since the damn start. I—hell, I tried to keep it casual, tried to tell myself it didn’t matter, but it does. You do."

Your heart pounded at his words. "Logan…"

The next second, he was kissing you.

Desperate, claiming, like he had to make up for every second he’d spent doubting this, doubting you. His hands gripped your waist, pulling you flush against him, his body telling you everything he hadn’t said in words.

You melted into him, fingers threading through his hair, anchoring yourself to him. "Idiot," you mumbled against his lips. "You should’ve just talked to me yearly."

He huffed out a breath, forehead pressing to yours. "Yeah, well... talkin’ ain’t my strong suit, and it looks like it isn't yours either."

You smiled, brushing your nose against his."Good thing we have everything resolved now. That this is real."

Logan let out a low chuckle, his grip tightening. "Damn right. It's always been real, princess."

But this time, he wasn’t letting you go.

He cupped your cheek, voice gruff but sure. "You’re mine, darlin’." His thumb brushed over your cheekbone, gaze locked onto yours. "Always were."

Your heart clenched. "I am, Lo. And you’re mine."

Logan exhaled, leaning in, pressing one last kiss to your lips. "Yeah," he murmured. "Yeah, I am."

And then, he kissed you again—slow, deep, a promise written in the way he held you. A promise that he wasn’t going anywhere. It felt natural; like you belong to each other. Something profound and permanent. That this wasn’t just some arrangement anymore. No more lying and not saying what you really feel. No more faking about what you really mean to each other.

Finally, finally, no more pretending.

Just you and him.

𖤐 reblogs and feedback are appreciated! requests are also welcome, ty!

lina's notes: yayy so we've finally reached the end!! First of all, I wanted to thank everyone for all the love for this series and all the repercussion it has achieved!! When I wrote that little drabble, I didn't expect you guys to like it so much and for it to turn into a series, so I thank each and every one of you from the bottom of my heart <3 I loved writing this so much and I'm a little sad that it's over lol. I kind of enjoyed writing about the development of this relationship between Logan and neighbor!reader. Maybe in the future I'll write some more separate things for this series if you guys want… 🫣 (and feel free to send me requests for this series at some point, if you wish) 💜

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[alisheaburgess]

Mini Career Reading!!! PAC-

Todays question???:

What does your ideal work/life balance look like or Your ideal situation and job style??

(Using Tarot Cards, but interpreted with with my system. Please lemme know if this showed you something in the poll at the end. 🥰)

Pick a number between 1-4. You can also watch all four groups if you wish. Don’t overthink it or get overwhelmed!!

Disclaimer: This is for your viewing purposes only, this is not intended to tell you what to do and all decisions for your life are your own!!!

Group 1-

Your ideal balance looks like you always being ready in a way that seems lucky… “Build it and they will come” kinda thing. You would do well where you can work on something at your own pace and then when the timing is right you launch, share, sell… whatever this is.

The key to keep in mind is to not build it without sharing… build with something in mind. If you build it for you, then congrats… you have it… lol If you want others to partake and give something in return, build with others in mind. What do people need now or in the future that you can offer a solution to?

As this is something that takes time to build up without income, finding a way to begin while in another phase might be necessary. Unless you have savings and wish to go that route.

Group 2-

Your balance seems to look like waiting for something to build with or for. You would do well in a situation where you build what other people want based on like custom orders? You seem to do well with the input and request part. People seem to be important to your role. You want to feel like a part of what they need. You want to use your skills.

I think the key to balance here would be to not forget yourself as well. Set expectations for what you will and won’t do and don’t give away things just to be a part of it. Independence seems to be a need here or even as a team. Be where you have complete freedom to say no.

It could be a good idea to experiment with things without signing big contracts or getting a new job. You seem to be in an easy to influence position even if it is your best your ideal. Go slow.

Group 3-

Adventure, absolute freedom in an area you know a little about where you get to explore. Something where you get to follow the pull… wherever it may lead. It seems there may be a need for quite a bit of activity as well but not in a constant way. Not sports or something, but maybe like hiking into caves that nobody has ever heard of… (an example for reference). Surviving in ways that others wouldn’t care to… like a trip that takes a month and is super exhausting but you love every bit of it. The imbalance of your balance 😂

The thing is that you may have to build this avenue yourself. Perhaps in the way of being an online personality or it may be that you have to fit into the mold of a company for this role. Which makes sense considering. For example something like acting… it doesn’t mean you are gonna be doing something you don’t like. This is your ideal so it’s a compromise that makes sense to you.

This could be something you start right now if you wanted. It would need planning and things of the sort but it seems like you could find ways to work it in through doses at least.

Group 4-

You seem to already have knowledge about something that you could put out there that would put you in your ideal place. It has to deal with a change that you know about. It could be something you went through that you can tell others about, or something that needs to change that you have the answer to.

The key here is to understand who you are building it for and to make sure it isn’t about you so much as how it can help them. Tell people what you learned in a way that can help them. Or tell people about what needs to change in a way that doesn’t blacklist you from their minds so to speak…

This may take some time to build but the most important part is the way it’s done!

Thank you so much for reading!!! I truly hope this helped! Please lemme know what you thought with a poll click 🥰😊

[leggomyayygo]

i saw your post earlier, and you’re absolutely right. the mileven tag has a lot of issues. first of all is the type of content being posted.

we barely have any active blogs, and the ones that are seem to be more content posting anti-by/ler hate then actually propping up mike and el. like from what i’ve seen, that’s exactly what by/lers make fun of us about, and we’re playing right into their narrative.

next is the cross-tagging. this isn’t entirely our fault, with bigger juggernaut ships mostly to blame. but god it’s so hard to find mileven content like headcanon or fic when it’s drowned out by anti content or unrelated relationships.

honestly that’s all I can think of off the top of my head, but i’d love to hear your thoughts.

Oh hey there!! 🤗

Ight lemme just preface this by saying I'm reeeeeeeeally struggling with word retrieval and transitions today, so I apologize if this is... clunky, lol. 🙈💧

It's a tricky situation for sure! First, we're outnumbered af. That alone puts us at a disadvantage for content output. Factor in that there's generally less of a "need" to generate content of long-canonized ships (for obvious reasons lol), and it's a recipe for a pretty quiet tag. The fact of the matter is that Mileven is and has been canon for several years now. It's only natural that hype would die down. For the most part, Mileven shippers have graduated from the honeymoon stage to having a more quiet and resevered appreciation for the ship. But for those of us who never left, or those whose love has been reinvigorated (me lol), it can be really frustrating when all you want to do is celebrate your ship. So yes, while I do wish there was more positive Mileven content to consume, I get why there's so little of it. A lot of shippers are just content with what canon has provided. 🤷

Now where anti-b*ler content is concerned.... generally I don't mind seeing it myself, but there's definitely exceptions to this and I can see how others would prefer to not see it at all. While I try to avoid the topic of B*ler on my own blog, I sympathize with Mileven shippers who are constantly under fire by trolls and antis who just don't know when to quit. It's really shitty and unnecessary behavior, especially considering how much they outnumber us. I get how choosing to engage with them could very well be giving them what they want, but simultaneously I can understand the frustration and desire to throw it back at them. Plus I'd be lying if I didn't find the content amusing or cathartic at times. I guess it really isn't my place to tell people how to deal with being harassed, but yeah. I agree that it would be better to only tag anti-b*ler. Even if don't mind seeing it, it would make finding actual Mileven content a LOT easier.

As for the cross-tagging..... Yeahhhhh... There's not much I can really add 😂 It's a much bigger issue than us, and aside from telling them to cut it out (a likely futile effort), I really don't know what else can be done on our side. THIS IS WHY WE NEED A "HIDE" BUTTON GODDAMMIT ASKSHDJDK 😤

Some final thoughts:

While there's little we can do solve these issues, one thing we CAN do is just try to engage with other shippers and put out content of our own. If we get the ball rolling, it may inspire others to do the same. Hell, I'm no writer, but because a mutual sent a simple Mileven ask, it got the gears in my head turning and I started writing a wholeass fic 🤣 I also want say that I do believe things are starting to head in a better direction. I've only had this blog for 3 months, but in the time that I've been here, I do believe that I've seen a positive shift. And I mean... we are bringing Mileven Week back this year, so I can't be the only one who thinks this. 😋💕

Anyway, I hope this was the type of response you were looking for! Again, my brain isn't working all that well today but I did my best 😅

Thanks for stopping by!! ✨

[nakalimutang-sumpaan]

“Lemme watch… OKAY he knows how to play… from the first 5 seconds.” “How could you tell?” “*rewinds* look how he handles the ball!” *continues watching* “Okay he’s pretty sexy hahaha” “HAHA YOU SEE WHY I THOUGHT SO?” “He should just stay in bball clothes” “He does! He played almost every night.” “*sees wink/kiss part where Chawna says stuff* HAHAHAHHAHA you would giggle too! That was cute”

😂😂😂 I wish I sent myself the other video too.

Must. Fight. The. Feels 😂

But nah, I told Fat yesterday that I don’t see it. I mean I do looks wise I guess. But he’s a lot like Cameron, only less of a jerk and a lot more patient haha. And I said I can see us being good friends or best friends at most but I don’t think we would be good as a couple just cos I think he’s gonna think I’m really slow and stupid and timid. But he’s like “That’s the best part though. I never saw myself with Micaela. I was never even attracted to her, but that’s why we became really good friends. And then best friends.” I mean… I don’t like that he’s using him and Mica as an example lol but sometimes that’s true. But still, we barely even communicate. Sooooo… the feelings really are fading. Because there’s nothing else to really hold onto other than those 10 days. And every now and then hearing him. But that’s it. And yesterday after that 4 hour talk with Ate Rose, I just realized I shouldn’t chase or try to find someone or focus on any of this. If Jehovah provides, he provides. I shouldn’t consider a dude just because people ship us. And I always said I needed to be best friends with someone for at least 2-3 years before anything so Idk why I was kinda gonna make him an exception. I guess it’s because it’s coming from my best friends who’ve known me for a while and because they’ve known him forever lol. But even so, I won’t ever know unless *I* get to know him and vice versa.

So, I really need to not.

[happilyinsane]

Hello !! You have said in your list of fav fics that there are more but it was already a long list... Could you please make a second list with the others please... Also I really love SrtaPepa so if you know fics of the same "genre" uwu🧡

Hi anon! Thank you for this ask and also, thank for giving me opportunity to name some more amazing fics I like. I didn't think anyone would want a second part. But this made me very happy. I don't now about the same genre thing, but I am just gonna drop some fic recs anyway.

Okay, lets start with @/srta-pepa‘s ‘Do I know you’  (WIP) because, come on.. how can someone not like this one. Sobbe are so sooft and lovely in this... Idk how else to describe. It has bit of angst becuase Robbe loses his memory but the more recent chapter she has uploaded is everything you wish for. She also has this another fic ‘The things I do for you’.. FULL OF FLUFF AND KISSES AND SOFT SOBBE!!!! Definitely read that one if you havent. Please!

Visitations (E) by @/lucidpantone is another amazing piece of work. I LOVE THIS FIC. The way she wrote the story *chef’s kiss*. It’s definitely worth a read. Its very exciting and ngl, it was romantic (for me) AND Sobbe has tattoos in it!!!. I died waiting for the last chapter.. hehe :p It defintely was different than everything i have ever read. read it and you will know what  am talking about.

If You say Run, I'll Run with You (E and WIP) by @/anicocat is soooo cute. Its one night AU but it cant be JUST one night thing with Sobbe. Its amazing and cute. The both are very confident and flirty and bit cranky but you will LOVE it. If you havent read it, definitely missing out on something good. [imma waiting for the last chapter sis, give it to me :’)]

I dont know how the fuck I missed out Five out of Thirty (WIP) by @/tyrusmwm. Its my favorite. LIKE REALLY MY FAVORITE!!! Its a slow burn and Robbe and Sander finding their way to each other. Maybe Robbe is taking a bit longer, but he is definitely getting there. I love this fic, i am taking this chance to thank you, for writing this. I dont want it to end :’(

The way we feel (WIP) by @/petitrobbe is another fluffy Best friends to lover AU. Its very cute and soft. Sobbe are so in love with each other in this fic. And there is cuddling and flirting!!! HIGHLY RECOMMENDED!!! Go check them out.

The night we met by @/dearsander is a College AU. Its very lovely. I enjoyed this one soo much, and the first kiss got me screaming, it was so beautiful and romantic!!! 

@/acespaceacepilot has written two amazing fics. (one of them is E rated) but please read them. Its just fluff and cuddles and softness and so much love. Everything you are looking for. (I need more of your work.. please :D)

Another one is a collection of one shots of Sobbe fic by Spacepanda101 (Idk their tumblr). Fluff and kisses and softness.

Ngl, I have a few more (maybe 6 or 7 more) but this getting long.. AGAIN. 

Anyways, I hope this answers your question. Again thank you for asking this. <3

[neshabeingchildish]

You're so kind to shout me out! I promise, I don't be being nice. I just call it like I see it, so if I sound nice, it's because of the skill and performance I've witnessed. But, it is a blessing to see shout outs, Love. Thank you.

Now, this chapter - I have enjoyed that there was some joy here. That we get to be reminded that even though they aren't the most caring of friends, they are still best friends and they do still enjoy each other's company. Being close friends with male humans is definitely a test of self care and self harm. Men are T.rash and I'll say it until I die. But, some girls are able to still consider them friends despite how selfish and entitled they are. She's unfortunately regularly surrounded by them. What a strong kid. I could never. I mean, I had moments in high school where I was the only girl around, but never by choice for an extended period of time. Always needed at least one good human girl around. Dang, I wish Charlotte had a sister circle outside of this. Male egos are stifling. Thank goodness for Charnia. Lol.

Speaking. Of. Let's discuss these callbacks and the subtleties in which you weave canon into this in such real and fond ways. Whenever Rick suggested the cake, I made a sound that I wish I had been recording for you, because I. Completely. Forgot. That the cake was part of his plan! (I can't watch Henry's Birthday too much. It's mad triggering. That was the first time that I just decided I was done with the Ray character and it had me so in my feelings about how adults mistreat kids and I just kind of blocked it out), but I also haven't rewatched the 3parter in months, so when I was reading this chapter and he mentioned the cake, I like yelped and then said, "That's AMORE!" 😂

Then, to highlight that Charlotte and Piper were friends - I had such high headcanons for their friendship before canon writers let Piper into the Cave, where of course, she got tainted by the guys, like young girls often do. 🙄 Men wrote the current way that Piper handles Charlotte and it shows. That's why I'm fine AF with misandry. Throw the whole male population away. Lol.

Henryway, had forgotten about the cake.

Appreciated that Piper, too, noticed Ray's disgusting obsession with Mrs. Hart that I CANNOT BELIEVE that show still finds entertaining, but I don't have the time to drag men on this post again. But, yep - definitely the root of that wretched running joke. Ain't nothing cute or funny about uncomfortably hitting on a woman who hasn't given you any type of sign and to do so in the safe space of her home, in the company of children she's created and their friends, especially when the one that you know her through has made it clear that it makes them uncomfortable. Men don't respect boundaries. Okay, so I did have a little more time.

LOVED the pickle jar callback. Especially placing it here, because it also brings me to Broken Armed and Dangerous (which was like... Comedic GOLD) Whenever bruh used the same tactic for Mama's pickle jar.

And it was just good to envision the Cave kids having fun that nobody gets hurt or abused or mistreated. Like, watching the show whenever they sort of still wanted us to believe these characters were friends. Was refreshing and ended on a positive note, which I believe we needed after the guy punch of the end of Chapter 3. And let me close out this long ass response with this... Rick ain't have to go stress bake. I got cakes over here. 😂😂😂 #RealThotGirlShit On that, lemme dismiss myself.

The Long Game - Chapter 4

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Summary: Charlotte gets an offer that’s hard to turn down. She was always meant for more than being hidden away underground and behind the scenes, wasn’t she? Yet, even as she tries to find her own belonging, something larger is at play.

Rated: K+/T

Word Count: 2372

Tagging @mychenrymadness @kiddangers @up-the-tube @cactus-con@rorythevambire @animechick1228 @henryhearts @henry-p-fart​ @invisiblebrad. Let me know if you’d like to be tagged in the future/taken off.

So a small change to my update schedule - I won’t be updating this Saturday, so this is the only update this week. I got a little behind in writing and I’m upping the chapter count, so I need to take a little time to catch up on writing. I’ll be next updating on Wednesday as planned.

Also, special shout-out to Nesha ( @mychenrymadness / @neshatriumphs ) for being the absolute best. She’s just been so supportive of this fic from the beginning and I’ve cried because of how nice she is.

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When Charlotte walked into Rick’s office on Monday after school, he indicated that she take a seat.

“How you doing, kid?” he asked as he rifled through some files. Even though his attention was divided, Charlotte could tell he still cared about whatever words were about to come out of her mouth.

“I’m doing okay,” she said. “I’m sorry for falling asleep Saturday night. I didn’t even realize how late it was or that I was so tired.”

Rick shook his head. “Don’t worry about it. I get it. Do you have any idea how many times I’ve fallen asleep in my office?”

Now that Charlotte was looking at him, it was pretty obvious he hadn’t gotten much rest recently. His hair was a bit askew and greasy, as if he hadn’t washed it or gelled it back recently, and his clothes were wrinkled. The bags under his eyes were dark and pronounced.

“Did you get home okay?” Rick continued.

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