#∷『 THREADS 』— logan h. ∷

[painofhumanity]

@ayoungeststark​ liked the starter call

“Did your teachers ever ask you about Dad in the middle of class? Like, in front of everyone? ‘Cause some of mine do, and it makes me feel weird.” 

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@logan-t78a - from [here]

Oh this was a bad idea. She hadn't seen who it was - she'd just heard someone give the sign that someone was too close to catching them and had thrown up a magnetic field that should've just given a little push against anyone wearing a little metal - necklaces, watches, belts. Instead she'd pushed Logan, and in keeping up the field she knew she was keeping ahold of him. "You guys need to go. Now!" "Sorry, Professor Logan. It's nothing personal."

[jackhues]

it's not hate... | oscar piastri

note: okay so i was bored and i got a random inspiration i hope y'all like this <3 i think this will have 3/4 parts, but they might be split up if i reach the picture limit.

pairing: oscar piastri x fem!reader, logan x best friend!reader, one sided!enemies to lovers

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faceclaim: various, from pinterest

youruser & logansargeant

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youruser: gang's back together 🤘

pinned youruser: welcome back to america @/logansargeant glad you could join us! -> user: i love how she seems sarcastic but i know babes is so happy he's back

user: logan living out his frat dreams

user: this would be logan daily if he didn't go into racing

user: wait i'm confused... who's this? -> user: y/n y/ln! from what we know, her and logan are best friends since they were born or something. she finished her undergrad, but i think she's doing law school now (?)

user: i ship -> user: ew

y/bffsuser: not pictured is the entire drink falling out -> logansargeant: it wasn't my fault! she moved her head -> youruser: yeah okay, blame the woman -> logansargeant: i blame when she's wrong. and you are. -> user: stop they're so sibling

yourmomsig: aw no one posted the pic of y/n falling off the bed during the fight -> youruser: MOM! -> logansargeant: i tried but she stole my phone -> user: well we know who the favorite child is now

y/bffsuser: @/yourprivuser no photo creds -> user: IS THAT Y/N'S PRIVATE USER???!!! I NEED TO BE ACCEPTER NOWWW this comment thread has been deleted

oscarpiastri has requested yourprivuser!

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y/bffspodcast

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y/bffspodcast: surprise episode out now! take a listen for exclusive deets on logan's love life, his best friends, and the time he almost became a dad to a baby crocodile

tagged: logansargeant

user: i'm sorry, logan did WHAT NOW?

user: A CROCODILE?? -> user: well he does live in florida

user: it's a crime that y/n and oscar haven't met before. i need the irl best and the f1 bestie to get together and spill tea on logan -> oscarpiastri: well we might have to change that this weekend -> user: OSCAR??!! PLEASE DO IT! I BEG!

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Y/BFFS PODCAST - TRANSMISSION timestamp: 4:40-8:23

y/bff: i mean, you've known y/n your whole life, right?

logan: my whole life, yup. like, i was maybe only a few hours old when i saw her for the first time. you already know this, but like we have the same birthday, december 31st 2000. and we're also born at the same time, in the same hospital, literally right across the hall from each other.

YB: same time? like seriously? how did i not know that?

LS: *laughs* i mean, same time. down to the minute, at least. it's why we call each other 'twin', we're born at the same time. and like our parent knew each other and joked that we might be born on the same day... little did they know

YB: *laughing* that's insane. oh my gosh, and you guys have just been best friends since then. i love that. i assume you're the one who's got all the younger high school stories about her. i got some college ones, but you have the real gold mine, don't you?

LS: i've got my fair share of our insane stories, yeah

YB: mind sharing one?

LS: i'm trying to think of one that's not absolutely insane... oh okay! so one time, we were in the pool, it was summer, and then y/n just stops trying to murder me with the pool noodle and goes still. i'm confused as hell, so i'm trying to see what she's doing but she tells me to shut up. she's watching the bushes around the pool, so i swim to the edge of the pool next to her, and the two of us are just watching the bushes. i have no idea what's going on, but y/n's waiting for something. and then, a baby croc starts walking out of it, and it's so small, but like it's mom was nowhere. we didn't know what to do. and y/n *laughs* y/n goes, "oh we have to adopt it". i'm like what? but she just start spiraling "oh we're his parents now. he just saw us. what if the mom died? i don't know how to feed a baby croc? but i have to learn, it's my baby croc now." finally she calms down, and we get everything sorted out, but she cried when we had to leave the baby crocodile. adopted it and all within three seconds of seeing it

YB: *laughing* i'm dead, oh my god that sounds like her though. that's so fucking funny, she made you a crocodile dad!

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Y/N ADJUSTED HER SUNGLASSES, the Miami sun nearly blinding her as she walked towards the paddock. Next to her, her racer best friend, Logan Sargeant, nearly skipped along next to her. She could feel his excitement at being able to race so close to home again, and it honestly helped lift her own spirits.

Logan smiled and waved at some cameras and fans nearby, grinning brightly and taking the time to stop and sign some stuff. Once the fans had trickled away, Logan made his way back to his best friend, throwing his arm over her shoulder.

"You okay?" he asked, turning his head away from the cameras so they couldn't read his lips.

"I'm great," she promised.

"It's not too late to change your mind," he reminded her. "We can say you were sick, or you weren't feeling well, or you just forgot, or-"

"-That I have diarrhea?" Y/N grinned a little. "You know, all of your solutions to this thing seem to involve me just running away or ignoring it."

"I mean, it's how you take on most of life," he shrugged.

"I've never felt more called out in life," she rolled her eyes. "Look, we've got a plan. I head over to the garage first, take a few pics, then say 'oh I have to go. I haven't even been to Williams' garage yet'. I've got this Logie, I promise. Besides, I don't even hate him. If I did, there would be a lot more violence threatened and swearing involved. I also would've blocked him."

Logan didn't look necessarily convinced, but he didn't argue either. He pressed a kiss to her forehead, "If you need anything, send me a 911 text. I'll be on standby the entire time, I swear."

Y/N smiled at the boy, waving goodbye as she dropped him off to the Williams garage.

"I know you'll be there," she smiled. "It's what we do. Be there for each other."

MEANWHILE, IN THE MCLAREN GARAGE, the Aussie driver was pacing back and forth, turning back to the entrance every few seconds.

"Yeah, great job at being subtle, Osc," Lando Norris, his teammate, commented sarcastically. "Who're you even waiting for?"

"Y/N," Oscar answered simply.

Normally, he'd engage in banter with his Brit teammate, but he was too nervous to give answers longer than a few words. He was finally going to see Y/N, in person. Not on the other side of a screen, not a flash of hair that ran away too quickly, not a caller ID he'd see on Logan's phone all too often. After all these years, he was finally going to be able to see her, face to face.

He had to admit, he did seem a little pathetic trying to contact her. But the DM he'd sent years ago on her public account had never gone through. And he'd left it, thinking maybe they weren't meant to know each other, simply to know of each other.

But then he'd seen her private instagram, with so few followers, he knew that she wouldn't be able to miss it. But maybe she didn't use it, or maybe it was an old account, but he had no luck on that account either.

He finally mustered the courage to ask Logan for her number and just reach out. He was surprised and a little shocked she said yeah, but he was in too deep now to change his mind.

"Oooh, who's Y/N?" Lando teased. "Is she a girlfriend?"

Oscar whipped his head towards his teammate, narrowing his eyes at him.

"Why are you a literal child?" he asked. "Y/N's a friend. Well, she's a friend of Logan's. His best friend. And everyone found out the two of us never met each other, and they went crazy saying we have to meet and whatnot. So I invited her here to take a few pictures."

Lando tilted his head, almost as if he was dissecting the truth behind Oscar's words.

"Logan? Logan Sargeant's best friend? Her name's Y/N?"

"Yes, Lando. And everyone says I'm his best friend in racing, so we have to meet or something."

"Alright, I believe you," Lando decided. "Call me when she gets here, I want to take pictures with her too."

"Sure," Oscar answered nonchalantly.

Turns out, there was no need to call him over, because a second after he'd said that, she walked in.

Oscar stared at her as she looked around the garage, her eyes drinking in just how different it was from the Williams' garage that she was used to.

Lando made a noise between a snort and a laugh, causing Oscar to glare at him.

"No, nothing," Lando nodded to himself, ignoring Oscar's silent question. He cupped his hands over his mouth, shouting across the garage, "Y/N!"

Her head whipped over to the sound of her name, her posture relaxing the slightest bit as she realized it was only Lando and Oscar and not some random person. She didn't exactly know them, never even met them, but she knew enough of them to be a little comfortable.

She smiled slightly as she reached them, "Hey. How are you guys?"

Lando looked to Oscar, who simply stared at Y/N, before decided to take the reigns. "We're good, thanks for asking. I'm Lando, my friend here is Oscar, and I assume you already know that."

"Yeah, I watch enough F1 to know that," she smiled, falling into easy conversation with the Brit.

"Well it's nice to know you didn't take an invitation from a man who's name you didn't know," Lando joked. "That's what I call important information."

"I went a step further and made sure he was known by a friend of mine," Y/N continued the banter. "My best friend." She turned to acknowledge Oscar, "Logan spoke highly of you for a long time now. It's nice to finally be able to meet you."

"Yeah, same," he nodded. "I mean, Logan's spoke a lot about you too. All the time. He still does. It's nice to meet you too."

Oscar resisted the urge to close his eyes and curse himself out.

Y/N didn't seem to mind his stuttering and stumbling. In fact, her posture seemed to straighten out a bit, and her smile turned a little bit more warm.

She was beginning to realize that no matter how bad Logan had gotten it, Oscar was human too. He was new to this, and he probably had someone defending him the way she defended Logan. Maybe she was a little harsh on him. She just didn't like how it wasn't fair.

It was why she wanted to be a lawyer. She wanted to try and make things fair for people.

But in defending Logan with her entire heart and soul... she was being unfair to Oscar. She could try and be nice. It's only for a few minutes. After that, she could go back to avoiding him.

"So, how do you wanna do the pictures?" Y/N asked. "We should get them done now, I might have to leave early if my laptop doesn't work. I have a few assignments due."

"Right, yeah," Oscar nodded. "We can- uh-"

"The lighting's nice over there," Lando pointed out. "I'll take the picture of you guys."

"You don't wanna be in it?" Y/N asked.

"No, I'm alright," Lando smiled. "Unfortunately, I'm not best friends with Logan, unlike you two. Besides, I'm pretty good with a camera."

Y/N frowned at the reminder that Lando was one of the drivers who wasn't friends with Logan. She quickly fixed her expression, but Oscar noticed (only because he'd has his eyes on her ever since she entered). He was tempted to ask her about it, but she smiled and his brain froze up.

"Alright then, let's take the picture."

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youruser

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youruser: miami, you were fun 🤍

tagged: logansargeant, landonorris, oscarpiastri

pinned youruser: to my haters: fuck you, i'm always proud of logan. no matter what. i chose him as my best friend and i'll choose him again every time. i'm just sad y'all have never loved someone so much to understand what it means to always be proud of them, no matter any outcome. he's my best friend, my brother, and the outcome of race isn't going to change that

pinned youruser: i heard there was a logan's besties meet up @/oscarpiastri -> oscarpiastri: oh yeah, did you end up making it? -> youruser: swipe to find out!

landonorris: same time next race 👀👀 -> youruser: wanna do my class for me?? -> landonorris: i will understand nothing. -> oscarpiastri: as if you understand anything ever -> landonorris: all grown up now, are you? -> oscarpiastri: shut up

mclaren: it was a pleasure having you stop by! next time, you should stay for longer! -> williamsracing: stop stealing her from us

williamsracing: loved having you around for the weekend!

alex_albon: wowwww, i didn't even make the cut this weekend -> youruser: all the pics i took of you were 0.5s -> alex_albon: thanks for showing some mercy

user: stop she looks so pretty

user: logan bestie meet up... but where's logan? -> user: getting attacked by a haas in his home race -> user: oof

user: TELL EM GIRL!

user: i want what she and logan have. like they'd DIE for each other

oscarpiastri: it was great to finally meet you! hopefully it's not the last time either -> user: boy please TRY to be subtle

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PART TWO

notes: i hope y'all liked this, don't forget to like + reblog! alsoo... comment on this part (not any others) if you want to be tagged, i might not respond but i'll add you to the taglist if you comment.

but my tags don't always work, so you might want to follow my writing tag 'naqia writes!' or the tag for this short series 'the bsf of my bsf! series' so they show up on your dash at some point :)

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@logan-t78a - from [here]

It wasn't often that Rogue broke down - she'd grown up strong and stubborn, and maybe a little terrified of the risks that came with those vulnerable moments. It was instinctual for a lot of people to want to hold those they cared about, to comfort them against whatever they were suffering, but the risk that she might hurt the people that just wanted to help usually kept Rogue from allowing herself to be in that position. Logan, though, was one of the few exceptions to that rule. He knew the risks. He had experienced them firsthand and survived, and knowing he could handle it left her feeling safe enough that it was okay to break down. She hadn't been expecting it, she'd been doing well - or she thought she had, anyway. Maybe it was just the weight of everything finally reaching a breaking point, or maybe she was overly tired. Whatever it was, the second she'd spotted Logan she'd felt tears stinging at her eyes. And when he'd pulled her into a hug she had struggled to keep herself from crumbling, managed a soft "'m fine", but her next breath came out shuddering and soon she had wrapped her arms tightly around him, burying her face in his shoulder in a poor attempt to hide the tears.

[gummydummy19]

month five (September): early bird

Summary: Sy comes home early from tour

Warnings: none really, some tension, Sy comes back home :))

A/N: Sorry this took a while, it's exam season (again, yes I know, life as a European college student is rough) I also had some friends visit me from abroad, and well time has just been flying the fuck by so...apologies BUT wait no more, here it is :))

(this is part five to my series: A year in apartment 6B)

'H-Hello?' you picked up the call, trying to calm down your racing heart.

'Hi there,'

'Sy?!'

'That's the one.'

For some reason, it felt like you'd been caught. You swallowed thickly, prepared to give some kind of explanation as to why on earth you were wearing his boxers. And why did they have a wet patch, growing undeniably larger around your crotch?

'You there, Sugar?'

His deep voice shook you out of your initial panic and shot straight to your core. You realized then how much you had missed his voice, and as you realized that, you realized something else.

'I thought you weren't allowed to call from base?'

'Well, I'm not on base.'

'Then where the hell are you?'

You couldn't help the worry lacing around your words.

'Alright, I'm gonna need you to calm down...'

Those words did not help you calm down. In fact, they did the exact opposite.

'There was a...an incident...and,'

'Logan Henry Syverson, where THE HELL are you?!'

'Reed Army Medical Centre, DC.'

Your stomach dropped.

'M-medical Centre? Wait, did you say DC? You're in America? You're in a Medical Centre in America?'

You didn't even know what you were saying at this point. The words just flowed out of your mouth as they settled into your brain.

Medical Centre. In DC. He got sent back. He got hurt.

'I just wanted to let you know I'll be coming home early.' he said casually

'What...what happened?'

'Like I said, there was an incident at the base.'

You knew he wasn't gonna give you more than that. Not that you needed to hear the details. Besides, you don't think you could handle hearing it and you're sure Sy didn't need a replay of the events either.

'How bad are you hurt?' you asked, that's all you needed to know.

'I've been better but I've been worse.' he stated, 'Don't worry your pretty little head about me, I'm fine.'

'So how long do you have to stay there? And how long have you been there? Have you called your parents yet? Do you need me to call them? Can you have visitors, because I can-'

'Woah there, sugar. Don't forget to breathe.' He interrupted your ramble

'Sorry...' you apologized a little embarrassed, earning a small chuckle from him.

'I got out of surgery a couple hours ago. I need to stay here for a couple weeks. I called my parents before I went into surgery and my mother left a little while ago with Aika. She's gonna take care of her until I get discharged here and then she's gonna drop us off home. Oh and please don't you dare come all the way out here to DC, okay? It's not worth it I'm telling ya, sugar, I'll be home before you know it.'

Surgery???

'You brought, Aika?' you asked, deciding once again not to push it

'My leg was hanging on by a thread but I refused to get on the plane without her.' he joked

His leg. That's what he had surgery on.

You stayed quiet as you looked around the apartment, already thinking of ways to make moving around the place easier for Sy. Maybe you could move the couch a bit? Would he have crutches? or a wheelchair?

'I can hear you thinking through the phone, princess'

'hmm' you tried to play it off casually

'I'll be back soon, okay? Is the place growing mold yet?'

'Yeah, a little but don't worry it matches the burn marks in the kitchen.'

For the first time, you heard him let out a laugh. An actual, honest laugh.

You immediately wanted to hear it again.

'Alright, trouble. I gotta go, doc just walked in for a checkup. I'll see ya soon, okay?'

'Okay, call me if you need anything...'

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As the days flew by, the nervous feeling in your stomach only grew. September had rolled around and that meant it was your fifth month of living in the apartment. The weather was getting gloomier and the days were getting shorter, it felt like time was flying faster and faster each day.

It had been a week since Sy's call. Part of you was relieved to know he was safe now, but another part was concerned.

Even though you got a text from him every day, you were none the wiser about his situation. He kept his messages short and sweet, mostly asking about you and always saying he's fine or 'doc said I'm making progress.'

Almost two weeks after his first call he called you again to tell you he needed follow-up surgery. You tried your hardest not to worry too much. Some days you didn't know what scared you more, Sy's situation or how much you cared about Sy's situation.

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'Are you okay?!' You immediately spoke when you picked up the phone. It had been a week since Sy's follow-up surgery and you hadn't heard a single thing from him

'Hello to you too.' he spoke

'Would it have killed you to text me after surgery? I've spent an entire week planning your fucking funeral you fucking morron!'

'I'm sorry sugar, I'm fine, I promise. Ma stopped by a couple times and I slept through half the week' He assured you, 'I got some good news...I'm coming home tomorrow'

'Tomorrow?!' You thought back about the mess you dared to call your apartment.

'Yeah...is that okay?'

'O-ofcourse! Yeah, totally!'

'I gotta keep my cast on for another five weeks but aside from that I'm good to go.'

While Sy continued with his small talk you silently grabbed your calendar from your desk, marking October 23rd, the date exactly 5 weeks from now...

After work, you raced home to clean everything for the 4th time in 6 days and rearranged the furniture just to put it back where it started (twice). Christ, it felt like you were preparing for the damn pope to visit.

You even stopped by the store to buy a toy for Aika, praying to god she'd like it.

By the end of the night, you were utterly exhausted, pouring yourself a generous glass of wine to ease the nerves as you crawled on the couch, barely staying awake long enough to figure out what movie you were watching...

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'Sugar?'

'...hmm?' your brain slowly but surely stirred awake.

You barely got your eyes open before having to screw them shut again as a big wet nose nudged yours, warm tongue licking your cheek happily.

'Aika!' Sy growled out, trying to pull her back a little.

Sy. SY?!

Your eyes shot open again. There he was. Peering down at you. Maybe it was the sleepiness or the way he was standing there looking down at you, but fuck, he looked good. You'd think a near-death experience would take it out of you, huh?

'You're home!' you sat up quickly, the fluffy blanket dropping onto your lap.

'Morning, trouble. Why are you sleeping on the couch?' He asked 'Please don't tell me you have rats in your room or something...'

Your tired brain was starting to take in your surroundings. You felt like the human version of a Windows 8.

'I-I'm...uh...No, I was cleaning up last night and I guess I just...dozed off...' you explained 'I'm so sorry, Sy. I didn't know you'd be home this early, what time is it?'

Sy smiled down at you as Aika slowly sniffed your leg. 'Don't worry, Sugar. You didn't have to go through all that trouble, the place is damn spotless.' he complimented. 'And it's 8AM. I wasn't planning on coming this early but my Ma liked to go to the farmers market on Saturday morning, so I told her she could drop me off before she went.'

'Oh crap, your mom! She didn't see me drooling all over the couch did she?!'

And there it was again, his dashing smile.

'No don't worry, she dropped me off downstairs.'

You nodded at his words and a comfortable silence filled the room. Your eyes roamed his body again. He was wearing a shirt and some loose sweats. The pants covered his legs, but you could still tell there was a cast going from his left knee to his foot and you finally noticed he was holding a crutch.

Suddenly feeling incredibly rude and a tad embarrassed, you stood up.

'Oh shit, sorry! Sit down, please! Do you need anything?'

Sy had a stern look on his face, you thought you may have offended him in some way before you realized his gaze was aimed directly at your breasts, which you just noticed were only covered by a very thin tank top, leaving little to the imagination.

You felt your face getting red before Aika nudged her head against your hand, desperately begging for some much-needed attention.

'Hi there,' you smiled at her, petting her head 'So you're the famous Aika, huh?' you said, trying to ignore Sy's stare and the way it made you blush like a schoolgirl.

'Oh, I almost forgot! I got her something! Wait there...' you said as you quickly ran off to grab the toy you bought her from your room.

When you got back, Aika immediately took the toy from you, trotting around the couch with pride.

'Thanks, you really shouldn't have,' Sy said with a warm smile

You felt a sudden urge to wrap your arms around him. You wanted to hold him, tell him he was safe now, and say you'd care for him.

Part of you had hoped your slightly inappropriate thoughts about Sy would come to an end once he got home. But seeing him stand right in front of you had your mind clouding with snippets from your dreams all over again.

'I wanted to make her feel at home,' you said, 'Like you did when I first moved in.'

You kept your voice quiet, afraid he'd hear the tremble in it if you spoke any louder.

'Well, I hardly did anything special.' Sy stated, moving a bit closer to you 'And I definitely didn't buy you any toys...'

You snorted at that.

'Well, maybe that's something you should consider then.' you teased, taking couple steps back, 'I'm gonna go take a shower, I'll make some breakfast when I'm out, sound good?'

'Sounds perfect, Sugar.'

And just like that, Sy was home.

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A/N: OOoohhh I am so so so so soooo happy Sy is home I can't wait to show you guys what fun stuff I have planned for these roomies hehe. I hope you enjoyed, as always feedback is welcome and like/shares/comments are highly appreciated <3

[ch4tk4t]

Pride month is already over...(1/2)

I posted a LGBTQ+ superhero comics character every day to my Threads account

Enjoy this recap of every single one. Take care y'all 💙🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈💙

These are (sort of) in chronological order.

Today's LGBTQ+ superhero comics character: America Chavez .

Needs: A good on-going series, the MCU not f*cking up her backstory as bad as the comics did.

Qualifactions: Super DUPER f*cking gay (was born in a Sapphic paradise, f*ck the f*cking retcon in it's *sshole)

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Today's LGBTQ+ superhero comics character: Jean-Paul Beaubier, Aka Northstar

Needs: his own x-team (with or without his awesome sister) of which, of course, he would be the leader because, well, duh.

Qualifications: Snarky prideful gay dude💅 (his wit is LEGENDARY)

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Today's LGBTQ+ superhero comics character, Aldrif Angela Odinsdottir.

Needs a movie/more comics respresentation/possibly a cooler costume (Love the helmet though)

Qualifactions: Super duper gay.

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Today's LGBTQ+ superhero comics character: David Alleyne aka Prodigy

Needs: His version of young Avengers to come back, for good. And he should hook up with Marvel Boy, just sayin'.

Qualifications: Baby bi boi 🩵

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Today's LGBTQ+ superhero comics character: Gwendolyn Poole, Aka Gwenpool

Needs: For people to start buying her comics, so Marvel understands she's a WAY better character than Deadpool. I said what I f*cking said.

Qualifications: Aroace gurl 🩵

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Today's LGBTQ+ superhero comics character: Nico Minoru aka Sister Grimm (although I struggle to remember when exactly she used that alias 🤷🏽‍♀️)

Needs: Nothing. She's perfect. I'll fight you if you say otherwise.

Qualifications: Buh-buh-buh-Baby biiiii bye byeeeeee... Ahem. Bi. She's bi.

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Today's LGBTQ+ superhero comics character: Noh-Varr aka Marvel Boy

Needs: More comics with him in it wtf? I get writing for him after the great Grant Morrison can be intimidating, but come on !

Qualifications: Bi alien guy.

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Today's LGBTQ+ superhero comics character: James Howlett, aka Logan, aka Wolverine (the least cool one imo but hey 🤷🏽‍♀️)

Needs: Marvel to grow a f*cking spine already. For real. Like yesterday.

Qualifications: Bi and polyamorous. That's right. I went there. Deal. With. It. Do you think Jean had connecting doors to both Scott AND Logan's room for what ? BINGO NIGHT ? WAKE/GROW UP PEOPLE !

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Today's LGBTQ+ superhero comics character: Raven Darkholme aka Mystique aka Sherlock Holmes (not joking) aka my blue mom

Needs: NOTHING. Perfection doesn't even BEGIN to describe it.

Qualifications: I still struggle with the concept of a Bi lesbian, but I'm thinking she fits the "label" PERFECTLY 💙

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Today's LGBTQ+ superhero comics character: Charlene McGowan

Needs: Nothing. She was written perfectly. The fact she's trans is addressed ONCE, because it's PLOT RELEVENT, SHE'S THE ONE WHO ADRESSES IT, saves the day thanks to her experience as a trans woman, then she goes on with her f*cking life. Queen 💅

Qualifications: Badass trans scientist. Read. Immortal. Hulk.

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Today's LGBTQ+ superhero comics character: Shela Sexton aka Escapade

Needs: More comics. I love seeing her in every year's pride comics, but we don't stop existing after pride y'all.

Qualifications: Trans nerd with socializing issues, it's like she was written for me

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Today's LGBTQ+ superhero comics character: Eloïse Phimister aka Ellie aka Negasonic Teenage Warhead

Needs: For Marvel to actually DO something with her character, like wtf was the point in bringing her back from the dead, rebooting her then NEVER F*CKING USING HER?

Qualifications: Badass angry dyke 💙.

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Today's LGBTQ+ superhero comics character: Vivian Vision aka Viv aka... Vivid... Vessel? (wait, what ?)

Needs: MORE CHAMPIONS PLEASE.

Qualifications: Lesbian android girl

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Today's LGBTQ+ superhero comics character: Bobby Drake aka Iceman (Ice ice baby)

Needs: Another case of a character being perfect. Nothing to see here. Kindly move along. I'd hug him. Even in his ice form.

Qualifications: Gay as f*ck.

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Today's LGBTQ+ superhero comics character: Julio Richter aka Rictor aka Druid

Needs: For artists to stop drawing him so light skinned. Other than that, no comment (if any writer dares TOUCH his relationship with star again, I WILL bite them though)

Qualifications: Gay warlock. The best kind.

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Today's LGBTQ+ superhero comics character: Martha Johansson aka Cerebella and another alias I will not use as it's basically her deadname.

Needs: To be happy. Her origin is so dark, she deserves it.

Qualifications: Gay telepathic prodigy

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Today's LGBTQ+ superhero comics character: Phylla Vell aka Captain Marvel (one of the many) aka Martyr aka Qasar

Needs: To survive her use in the MCU. I still have nightmares of what happened to Kamala.

Qualifications: Gay inter dimensional alien

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Today's LGBTQ+ superhero comics character: Teddy Altman aka motherf*cking Emperor Dorrek-Vell (I added the mothef*cking)

Needs: Why exactly don't I have a ongoing about him and his husband ruling over the empire already? Like wtf Marvel.

Qualifications: Buff gay alien boi

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Today's LGBTQ+ superhero comics character: William Kaplan aka Billy aka Wiccan

Needs: I won't repeat what I addressed on his husband's presentation. Nothing else to add.

Qualifications: Romani magician gay boi

🏳️‍🌈

Today's LGBTQ+ superhero comics character: Xuan Cao Manh aka Karma

Needs: Nothing. The fact she speaks French makes me like her that much more. Just in case being a badass Vietnamese mutant telepath with a cyberleg didn't already sell me 🤷🏽‍♀️

Qualifications: Badass mutie lesbian.

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Today's LGBTQ+ superhero comics character: Kitty Pryde aka Shadowkat aka Ariel aka too many to remember

Needs: A female love interest she doesn't sexually assaults, like wtf Marvel, who okayed this?

Qualifications: Bi Jewish techie with a heart of gold.

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PART TWO- HERE

[honey-minded-hivemind]

Since I did the X-Men Evolution ABO Parent AU Wolverine/Logan Edition first, that means I have to/get to do Sabretooth/Victor next! And these two aus are set apart from each other, they aren't part of the same au. I've explained previously what ABO is like in any of my ABO aus, so it doesn't change for any of the aus I make with ABO dynamics. With all of that said, let's begin:

• I headcanon that for X-Men Evo, Victor is either demisexual or aromantic, the non-sex-repulsed variants. Reasons he'd ever do the deed include liking his current partner and wanting to care for their more private wants or not being interested in romance but wanting to deal with his more private wants. He wouldn't be in it at first for a baby, but, well, he ends up pregnant anyway (he's an Omega, check previous ABO Parent posts for extra backstory).

• Being pregnant was unexpected for him, but he accepted it for what it was. The baby was his as far as he was concerned, and he wanted it, so he's keeping it. At first it's less about love and more about possible plans for the future... but as the months go along, it turns to love. During that time, he finds himself enjoying having a baby, rubbing back when he feels them kick, eating whatever he needs to make sure neither of them goes hungry, staying hidden with an old friend so he has help for when the baby comes...

• Yet when the time comes to have the baby... everything goes to H*ll. He finds himself captured, in the middle of nowhere, and on his own. His old partner was behind it all, and tells him they plan to make their child into a soldier, a perfect weapon, perfectly loyal and obedient to them... And how they plan to make more... The ordeal is messy, painful, and exhausting. By the end, when it's over, Victor only gets a moment to look at his bby... And then they're whisked away, out of sight and out of reach, no matter how much he struggles or screams...

• It's awhile later when he's finally rescued. It seems his old friend called in a few favors, bringing some of the Brotherhood and X-Men, even his brother... But it's too late. By the time he's free, there's not a sign of his bby anywhere, and anyone he can get his hands on who did this to him finds themself torn to pieces. When he eventually finds his old partner, hidden in a lab and sorting through files, all he sees is red... He can sense his brother not far behind, and a sense of fear hits him. If this person hurt him, had killed their child and used him for their twisted schemes... did they plan to do the same to his brother? With a roar, he pounces, claws shredding through them until all that's left is the messy, bloody remains...

• He searches for months for any trace, any signs, but comes up short. Any possible threads are dead ends, swiftly dealt with and disposed of. And when the rage gives out, all that's left is despair... The Brotherhood offer protection, a place with them and resources... even his brother, amnesiac as he is, offers consolation... But it does nothing to rid him of the overwhelming pain crushing him. For a month he ends up keeping his brother tucked away in an old safehouse he had, trying to soothe whatever instincts he could, until those are eventually satisfied. And then he receives word that his old friends had been dealt a heavy hand as well, so he goes to them, to repay what he can of the help they have him...

• Over the years, the Brotherhood ends up with their own kids, some of them being the children of his comrades. They aren't replacements for any of them, but he and the group takes care of them, trying to keep them alive and safe in the ways they failed to do in the past. And soon, the kids are teens, and there's more added in, and soon it feels like a pack again, full...

• And the Brotherhood teens, and even a few X-Men ones, find out about the loss that happened. It's hard to imagine one of the most feared mutants they know actually having a child, let alone losing it... And it seems to answer why he, and the other adults, act so protective. It's a bit hard to sympathize with him, but in this case they do... At least now they know what will happen to anyone who hurts them...

• And the reader is alive this entire time. When the schemes of their other parent went south, and everyone involved tried to escape, they were left with an intern, who took them with them far from that area, hoping to escape the bloodbath that would surely follow. They leave the reader at a hospital, where the reader ends up adopted by an older person...

• The reader grows up, unaware of any of these things, trying to help their guardian as they grow older. They eventually have to be put in the hospital, where they stay for some time before passing away... The reader ends up being put in the care of someone else, back where everyone else is...

• It's hard, adjusting to their life without the one person they loved, but the reader doesn't discuss their emotions with anyone. Their new guardian is busy, leaving them on their own and sending money every month for necessities. Their life has been tough, being on the short end of the stck in school for most of their life, until they finally got back at their bullies... They also knew they had, for lack of a better term, a gift... One they kept hidden and unexplored...

• They end up in the Bayville highschool, and quickly earn a reputation as someone who's intimidating. Their watch everything, as though studying the world under a microscope, hardly saying a word to anyone and sticking to themself... The one time someone tried to start something, they were met with a hand tightening around their arm, and the reader hissing out a warning of what would happen if they tried something like that again. After that, they're seen as the social pariah of the school, always on their own if anyone does happen to see them...

• The teens knew of the reader, had even been in class with them a few times, but when they're told they're the newest mutant, they're all rather... tense. The one kid in school who can actually scare Duncan and his goons, the one person who everyone avoids, is their newest option for a team member... No one's excited about that. But it's not like they have much choice in the matter... Both teams hold a draw, letting whomever got the shorter straw be the one to approach the reader and try to talk to them...

• The two who end up having to talk to the reader are apprehensive and annoyed. Why did they have to end up with this job? They aren't even sure if they can find them, let alone if they can speak. But they find them, on their own, and decide that is the best time to try. And they're met with someone who's quiet, polite, who acts kinder than what what everyone's made them out to be... And find themselves shocked. If the reader is so nice, why is everyone so scared of them? From everything they've said, they sound just as normal as any of them... When it comes to revealing they're mutants, and know the reader is too, they mention their abilities, and ask to see their's in return... It takes a promise not to tell the other students of the school, but then they're shown what the reader can do...

• And they freeze. Because how... They don't have something they've never seen before. They have a very familiar pair of claws, similar to one of the adults they know, and it should be impossible for the reader to have that ability... Except... except if they happened to be the child that was thought to have been killed years ago... They make a quick excuse, and immediately go to head back to tell their friends and the adults, because whatever they just saw, they need to know if it's real, and if so, they're going to need more help than anyone realized...

• When the news is finally received, everyone seems to freeze up. And they ask for exactly what they saw, and who had the ability they described. They investigate what they can about the reader, and finds that the adoption papers, as well as a file describing a baby left at a hospital who seemed to be a newborn around the time Victor's child had been born... And everything seems to add up. Hearing the news, finding out that the bby they thought dead was alive and going to the same school as the other teens... It's the best news they've heard in a long time. It's... it could be counted as a miracle, as fate. Why wouldn't it be? Stranger things happened to them everyday, who says one their dad's/dad's rival's child/nibbling couldn't be living in Bayville and attending school with them?

• While they want to rush in, to get the reader before the other team can... both sides decide to be as careful as possible... At least for then... Chances are they'd seem crazy to them if they start talking about being related to someone they know, and scaring them off before they can actually talk about it isn't going to help either. It takes awhile, a couple of months, to become friends with the reader, but it's worth it. They're kind, if not a bit intimidating at times, and are caring towards them after only talking to them for a awhile...

• The reader tries to keep up with the different teens and dynamics, finding themself overwhelmed more times than not. While they're pleasantly surprised how they're being treated so well, they also feel like there's more to it... Something they're not being told. Trying to stave off any instincts or urges they feel takes a lot out of them, keeping everything locked away and hidden from anyone watching them. They can't risk feeding it, because they know it will only fuel it all the more. They stay polite, but as the days and weeks go by, their anxiety grows... And the other teens have to deal with their own instincts, doing their best not to give away what they know or trying to hug their new friend/sibling/obsession...

• Finally the time comes when they think they can tell the reader what they know, and the teens decide to do so. Over the time they've known them, they've only met some of the adults, but this time, they want to fully introduce them. Getting the reader to agree to meeting them is a bit hard, yet they eventually do so. The reader ends up meeting the teens, seeing they brought along some of their guardians, and asks what they wanted to talk about... And they're met with an uneasy look, and asked to meet their guardians/parents, who wanted to meet them for awhile. The reader figures there's more going on, but goes along with it, not wanting to make things awkward. They weren't aware the teens had this many adults watching out for them. It seemed nice enough. And then they say they know they may sound crazy, but they think they should know how they ended up with their previous guardian, and all the reader can do is feel that sense of dread creep into them. Obviously this situation is about to take a turn, and they're about to be dragged into something they've been trying to avoid. When the truth comes out, the reader is stunned... All they say is to give them some time let it sink in, and leave...

• The reader spends the next week trying not to freak out or lose it. They knew they were adopted, but they're related to the other teens dads is a bit much to handle, especially when they're much bigger than them and even more intimidating. And the thing is, they all knew. Probably knew the moment they revealed their power, and have been planning for them to join them for only heavens knew how long. They don't want to panic, but... they decide to leave for a bit. They need to clear their head and figure their emotions out before things get heated... They knew things felt off with the teens and their groups from time to time, but this... This sort of feeling is greater, more unnerving, and they need to leave while they still can...

• They decide to leave around dusk, when the time should be quieting down and most people would be asleep. As they leave their home, they notice someone's there, and turn to find Victor. The reader can see the Brotherhood teens' jeep nearby, and prays this is just a small check-up. They're asked what they're doing, why they're leaving... And realize these been found out. They don't waste time trying to talk themself out of it and dodge past the man, running as quick as they can into the woods...

• And Victor pursues... He just met his own kid, only just found out they were alive, and he wasn't about to lose them a second time. Hunting them down doesn't take much time, stalking through the shadows to cut them off before they get much farther. He isn't going to hurt them, but they clearly aren't thinking straight, and need help. If they can't accept it freely, they'll have to take it forcefully...

• When the figure steps out of the shadows, planting themself in front them, the reader knows they aren't getting out of there. They keep back, even as the tall man approaches slowly, stepping closer to them as though approaching a wounded animal. He speaks, voice firm, as he asks why they're so scared, why they ran... When they don't answer, he takes another step, telling them they aren't alone, they don't have to run... With a quiet rumble, a hand falls onto their shoulder, tugging them into a careful hug... And it feels so warm...

• The reader trembles, trying not let a scared whine escape them. The hold around them is warm, firm and strong, completely unbreaking. But... something isn't right. A purr comes from the one hugging them, deep and soothing, as a hand pats their back. And if only for a minute... the reader accepts it, the care they've wanted for so long, right there with them... But they can't take it. They can't be betrayed again, can't go through the pain of being used and hurt by the people who were supposed to be trusted... With a sigh, they try to pull back... Only for the arms hugging them to constrict tighter... The purring becomes louder, desperate, as something rubs against the top of their head, adding a soothing pressure against them... Then something pricks them, a sharp jab, and they realize they felt a needle...

• A desperate whine slips past them as the reader tugs back as fiercely as they can, scrabbling to rip themself free. All that does is cause them to be pulled against their captor, the grip on them tightening. Deep chuffs come from the man holding them as a small cry escapes them, almost like a tiger soothing its cub. They can feel the drug in their system seeping in, making them cry further. The world seems to slow... Hot warmth is against them, pressed into them, as a numbness tinges their mind. Rumbling is around them, soft and steady like thunder. Their limbs feel weak, and they collapse against the warmth... Everything feels so... so fuzzy... Something is touching their head, nuzzling against them... The warmth around them stays firm, pressing them closer with a deep rumble... With a small noise, they drift off, completely relaxed in the hold around them...

• When his child is finally asleep, he releases a proud chuff. His bby is finally going home with him, and took their medicine so well. He has a safehouse set up, where he can help them nurture their instincts and grow into their bond, all while staying tucked safely away until they're well enough to be with the rest of the pack, and back in school with the others. In a gentle heave, Victor picks them up, making sure they're pressed against him, and goes to head back to where the team is waiting. He knows his bby had a lot to take in, that they ran in fear and panic, not hate. But they have him, and the others to keep them safe, to rely on, and they won't ever have to be on their own again. All he has to do now is find his little brother and bring him with them... It seems they need to do some family bonding...

( And that is what I have for this ABO Parent AU so far. Expect lots of purring, hugging and nesting).

Bonus:

Reader, presenting the teens with their own gift-wrappes boxes: Happy Holidays!😁🎁

Platonic Yandere Teens: Um, thanks?🤨

Reader, happy to have completed their task: Enjoy! See you all after the holidays! leaves, humming to themself

Platonic Yan Teens: Huh, I wonder what we got opens their gift, to find a hand-made piece of jewelry with their color/theme... 😳💖

Platonic Yandere Teens: This... this is perfect slips on the item, notices Reader is already leaving Wait- hey, Reader, wait up! runs after them, hoping to invite them over for the holidays

[caeruleums]

          hello everyone! i am not able to do a lot of replies for the next few hours but i do have some wants/needs as far as plots go for my muses. so please like this post if you’re interested in any pairings/plots under the cut and i’ll message you and we can plot and eventually get some starters out.

rose (natalia dyer) needs to be super duper corrupted, tbh. whether it be an older person or just someone her age that turns her into like, a nymphomaniac or even a murder or something wild. i want to write her sm but it should be something dark or depraved.

mckenna (grace van patten), scout (madelaine petsch) & tatum (minka kella) wants to dom some guy (strap or not lmao). that’s it.

ghostface plots. i have a few muses i can throw into it! harvey (jon bernthal) or max (jacob elordi) but i’d also be down for the opposite and throw one of my girls at them.

i miss using crosby (oliver jackson cohen) so maybe a corrupt super hero or another villain trying to take over and they eventually become a power couple? orrr we could have a thing where he sort of takes on an apprentice and he has a soft spot for her? or like, a little silly hero who is getting fucked up by other villains and he randomly has a heart, saves her, and begrudgingly becomes a good guy!

i have sooo many h*rry p*tter muses! pls write some shit with them.

give my pretty boys some milfs. specifically mikey (paul mescal), walter (jeremy allen white), gunner (kj apa), ferg (logan lerman) & bear (mason gooding).

age gaps in general. i will give you my milfs for anyone.

gimme a priest who ends up fucking one of my innocent gals.

let’s do a multi muse plot except its your muse dating all 3 of the van cortlant sisters (mia healey, samara weaving, grace van patten) with or without knowing.

a plot where one of our muses is a ghost who can walk and be “there” in the house that they were killed/died in, but they can’t leave it. so the live muse finds themselves a recluse, trying to get to know the ghost, falling in love w them, and doing fucking scary magic to potentially make them come alive again. evil undertones welcome, or just campy ghost stuff.

dads fucking the babysitter, full stop.

give jackson (chris evans) or dax (oscar isaac) or chester (pedro pascal) or harvey (jon bernthal) threesome threads w pretty girls/women.

[sideofmischicf]

i’m back after way too long ( life got crazy omfg ) and ya know what that means . the muses need more threads and for some reason beyond my comprehension my milf & transman loving logan lerm*n fc is in a h*rny mood . so give this a like if you have some older muses ( and / or trans muses ) that need some extra love , that i can toss jasper at ! ( also i WILL be getting to all ya fabulous people who liked my reverse starter / plotting call for my madelaine p*tsch fc ! )

[nsingcat]

WHO IS IT? D. RICCIARDO!

summary ✶ after a few months of soft launching your boyfriend, your fans try to guess who he is but this sets daniel off !

parings ✶ daniel ricciardo x celebrity makeup artist!fem!reader!

faceclaim ✶ stenss on instagram!

type of fic ✶ smau!

notes ✶ you’re a celebrity make up artist, its not mentioned a lot but i just thought that was important 😭 brief appearances of timothee chalamet, logan lerman, jeremy allen white, austin butler, jacob elordi & nicholas galitzine! daniel being down bad, & swearing!

#INSTAGRAM: YOURUSERNAME !

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#TWITTER: THE THREAD !

#TEXT MESSAGES: DANIEL x YOU !

#INSTAGRAM: YOURUSERNAME !

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yourusername thank you to everyone on the internet who decided to give my wonderful boyfriend a literal heart attack by shipping me with other men 💔💔 ＠danielricciardo here’s your hard launch pookie <33

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#INSTAGRAM: DANIELRICCIARDO !

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tchalamet heartbroken to know that i’m referred to as just “any of those other white boys” 💔

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nymphia talks ! this is my first fic & i hope you all enjoy it ☺️🫶🏼! there’s not much i wanna add tbh so erm yeah! <3

[jettastic-blog]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: ❗SUPER RARE Too Ugly For LA The Logan Denim Jacket.

[a-small-batch-of-dragons]

Realignment

Prompt: I love when Remus is a lot smarter than he lets on, so I’d love a prompt where Logan is overworking himself and not taking care of himself and one tic of the clock away from either passing out or having a full on mental breakdown (not the type you can recover from in a day). Remus notices the little signs Logan shows, and hears the intrusive thoughts Logan has. Remus really becomes concerned when Logan’s intrusive thoughts start to involve taking breaks, going to eat properly rather than inhaling granola bars, and even sleeping. Remus storms in and is like “Logan tf????” Then gets hella soft once he realizes the state Logan is in

Thank you for the prompts, babe! I liked this one the best so I picked it. 

GUYS PLEASE VIEW THIS AS A C H E C K P O I N T if you've been scrolling for a while (and you probably have) pause here! drink water! get food! walk around the room for a little bit! stretch! do something please! you are very important to me and I care about you very deeply!

Read on Ao3

Warnings: discussions of self-harm, nothing explicit, some self-destructive tendencies and behaviors. 

Pairings: focus on intrulogical, background LAMP, DLAMP, DLAMPR, can be platonic or romantic i don’t care

Word Count: 2410

Realignment: to align again.

Realignment: to reorganize or make new groupings of.

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Remus hears a lot of weird shit.

The problem arises when the shit he starts to hear isn't weird at all.

Remus hears a lot of weird shit.

 The more appropriate definition would be ‘fucked up like you wouldn’t fucking believe,’ but one of us has a problem with particularly strong language and shit doesn’t have to be censored in a lot of media anymore. Which is so convenient! For some of us!

 It’s fucking great.

Anyway. Point being. Fucked up shit.

 Intrusive thoughts literally fall under his purview. It’s the fun stuff! The stuff you don’t wanna think about that makes your skin crawl and your eyes pop open at the witching hour and stay awake until the sun rises. That’s Remus’s job.

 And it’s like the whole Mindscape is whack-a-mole that he gets to play with! Buttons here and there, squeeze this part and watch the eyes bug out of this part, bap this one on the head, see which one pokes up next. Who’s gonna have nightmares tonight? Who is having a nightmare tonight?

 It’s fun.

 Point. Right. Right.

 It’s normally pretty easy to tell whose intrusive thoughts are whose. They taste different. Patton’s taste like sugar so sweet it’ll fill your mouth with cavities. Virgil’s taste like spiders, crawling around his mouth. Janus’s taste like salt. So much fucking salt. Dry as hell.

 Roman’s taste like blood. Problem is, Remus’s mouth normally tastes like blood, so…

 Yeah, they gotta work that out.

 Logan’s taste like ink. Which is why it took him so long to figure out that Logan was having them. Not just because the nerdy wolverine was so convinced he couldn’t have them—rationalizing them as philosophy principles, come on—but because Remus isn’t exactly an expert on pens. Writing like normal people. Ugh.

 Normal people.

 What a lie, Janny probably gets a big kick out of those.

 No one is normal and normal is boring.

 Logan. Right.

 Okay, so here’s the thing.

 Logan’s thoughts aren’t really…standard? They are to some extent, you don’t really get a whole lot of variety from him—even when Remus has been so helpful in making his room safe for him to be in during bad days, there’s such a lack of imagination there that he wasn’t sure exactly how to feel—but it’s the recent ones that’ve been getting…weird.

 Remus chews thoughtfully on the kraken tentacle. He swings up to the chandelier and hangs by his ankles, letting the blood run to his head. Makes it easier to think sometimes.

 It hasn’t been very long since they found out…well, since they found out.

 Remus frowns. Why is he censoring himself? It’s not like he can’t fucking say self-harm, it’s not like he can’t describe what it was, it’s not like he can’t close his eyes and see it happening again.

 Then his mind jumps helpfully to the shocked, panicked look on Logan’s face and the soft, furious resignation on Roman’s, and his jaw snaps shut.

 Oh.

 Right.

 He cares. So he has to be gentle with them.

 He growls, swinging himself up to perch on the chandelier proper. He turns the kraken tentacle over and chews on the rubbery side.

 The others are delicate. Not that they’re more breakable than any other metaphysical humanoid, but their minds are fragile when it comes to Remus’s side of things. Could they handle the full spectrum of his side of thoughts and shit? Probably, they’re stronger than they give themselves credit for. Should they have to? Hell to the fuck no. But it means that Remus can’t just throw them in the deep end and see if the kraken spits them out whole or in chunks. Could they survive? Absolutely. Would they still be…them? Doubtful.

 Remus lets one of his legs go, hanging by one knee as he tips over.

 Plus they’re always a little more fragile when it comes to these thoughts anyway. Poking and prodding too much would hurt. Like, the bad kind of hurt.

 They’re not supposed to get hurt. Not like that.

 So. Gentle it is then.

 Right. The others. He has a point, he’s just gotta get there.

 Roman…fuck he’s missed his brother. They got—they got so much shit to still work out but they’re gonna do it together and fuck he loves his brother so goddamn much. Roman knows that, he knows that, and he’s always there to pull Remus out of his head when he needs it, hit him with a pillow, or tackle him onto something and hold him tight. He’s—his thoughts taste like blood and Remus hasn’t bitten anything since so that he’ll never miss it again.

 But with Logan...

 Logan is…odd. It hasn’t been long since they first found out—or rather, they confronted him about it, and Remus hasn’t tasted ink without it disappearing very quickly or knocking on someone’s door to please go get your fucking nerd, please. But the ink has only written the usual suspects, whispering the theorems in dark corners, muttering about the incompleteness of a set, the need for Logic, not Logan, and how to jump through the little loophole again.

 It’s not exactly hard for the others to tell.

 Lolo hasn’t been looking great. Sure, he’s all pressed and dressed, glasses perfectly in place, tie done up just so, walking around like everything’s just totally and completely fine, but it’s in his face. Object impermanence aside, normally when Remus bugs him, he reacts in some way.

 Sass is an emotional response and you won’t convince him otherwise.

 Whether it be a wry comment, effortlessly fixing whatever Remus has done to him this time, or even just a look, Lolo does something.

 Not anymore.

 Now he’ll just kind of…sigh and move on? He’ll fix whatever it is only if it’s directly interfering with what he’s trying to do, or when Patton or Virgil come round the corner and freak the fuck out because you’re bleeding! Then he’ll fix it.

 Remus wouldn’t say he’s bored, but he’s worried.

 Mainly because the intrusive thoughts…aren’t what he’d consider intrusive anymore.

 Take a shower.

 Eat something that isn’t just a granola bar.

 Go to sleep.

 Ask someone for help.

 See?

 If those are Lolo’s intrusive thoughts, then what the fuck is normally going on in his head?

 Remus waits. Waits. Keeps waiting.

 The instant his mouth tastes like ink again, with a question of whether or not Logan should take a break, he sinks straight into his shower. He washes his hair thoroughly, gets every single bit of grime off him he can, and puts on the softest pajamas he has—thank you, Roman—and drops himself outside of Logan’s door.

 He strains, mouth still full of ink, to hear anything other than the soft click, click, click of Logan’s keyboard.

 He can’t.

 Fuck.

 He knocks.

 “One moment, please.”

 Indeed, a few seconds later, the door opens to reveal Logan, looking as annoyingly pristine as he always does, surprised to see him.

 “Remus? Did you need something? Why…” he trails off as he takes in what Remus is wearing. “What’s wrong?”

 “Can I come in?”

 “Of—of course,” Logan stammers, moving aside to let him in, “are you alright?”

 “Should be asking you that, Lolo.”

 “Remus, you’ve just knocked, first of all, on my door and asked to come inside.” Logan adjusts his glasses as he sits at his desk. “This is extremely out of character for you.”

 “Uh-huh.” Remus flops onto the bed. “You know what else is out of character?”

 “Not wearing your costume?”

 “Not hearing intrusive thoughts.”

 Logan’s eyes widen. “Has—is there something wrong? Are you not hearing any? Do I need to get Roman?”

 Remus frowns. “Why’s it so easy for you to do that?”

 “Do what?”

 “Care. Try and take care of me.”

 Logan blinks. “Because you deserve to be taken care of, Remus. Your needs are important.”

 Remus idly toys with a loose thread on one sleeve. “Why?”

 “Why? Why are you important?” Remus nods. “Because you’re—you’re an important part of Thomas, you’re important to us, and we care about you.”

 “So it’s easy for you to care for me because…you do?”

 “As simple as that sounds,” Logan says with all the softness that should be directed at himself, “yes.”

 Remus nods. “I’m not having problems with hearing intrusive thoughts.”

 “You’re—you’re not?” Logan sighs, relaxing a little back into his chair. “Then why did you say you were?”

 “Because the thoughts that I am hearing aren’t really what I’d consider intrusive.”

 Logan frowns. “Like what?”

 Glad you fucking asked.

 “‘Take a shower,’” Remus says, his eyes fixed firmly on Logan’s face, “'eat something,’ ‘take a break,’ ‘go to sleep.’”

 He watches Logan’s face tense.

 “Sound familiar, Lolo?”

 “You—I—my apologies,” Logan manages after a moment, adjusting his tie, “I did not mean to be an inconvenience. You are correct, those are not intrusive thoughts, I’m not sure why you’re hearing them.”

 He turns to his desk and begins to fish around for a notebook.

 “That is quite intriguing, I wonder what the possibilities for hearing other types of thoughts are, considering—“

 “Lolo.”

 Logan pauses, turning back. “Yes?”

 Remus fixes him with a look, getting up and walking toward him. “They are intrusive thoughts, Logan. The issue is that your intrusive thoughts are about you taking care of yourself.”

 Logan freezes.

 “W-well, I’m sure that it’s nothing to be concerned about.”

 “So either you can admit that was a lie or Janny’s about to get summoned.”

 “Remus,” Logan sighs, “it’s fine. As you said, these aren’t what are traditionally considered intrusive thoughts, it’s nothing to be concerned about.”

 “No, Lolo, it is,” Remus argues, “because it means that the thought of you taking care of yourself is so foreign, so fucking out of the ordinary that not only does it happen to cross your mind—“ he takes Logan’s chair and spins it around— “but you try to force it out.”

 Gotcha.

 Logan looks anywhere other than Remus’s face and tries to stand. Only to wobble and crash back down.

 “Easy,” Remus says quietly, resting a hand on his shoulder, “you haven’t eaten in a while.”

 “But I have work.”

 “But you need food.”

 “Remus—“

 “Logan.”

 At Logan’s honest-to-fuck pout, he sighs, dragging the poor nerd up and out the chair and sitting him on the bed.

 “Why do you think you don’t deserve to be taken care of?”

 “I didn’t say that—hey!” Logan blinks up at him, scandalized and covering his stomach. “Why did you poke me?”

 “’S what I do when Janny won’t tell me the truth.”

 “I wasn’t—okay, okay!” Logan covers his stomach protectively as Remus readies another poke. “I just…I’ve already asked for help for this before. I shouldn’t have to again.”

 Remus sighs and lightly flicks the side of his head.

 “Hey!”

 “Virgil tries that too.” He stares hard at Logan. “Come on, Lolo, you can do better.”

 “It’s not your jobs to take care of me.”

 For fuck’s sake…

 Remus reaches out and tugs gently on Logan’s tie.

 “Remus, what—“

 “You taking more books outta Patton’s library now?” Remus tilts his head. “You don’t have to beat around the bush, Lolo, just be honest.”

 “I am being honest!”

 “You’re not lying, but you’re not being honest.” At the poor nerd’s confusion, he sighs and fixes his glasses on that cute nose. “Just talk to me, Lolo.”

 “I—“ Logan sighs and oh fuck why does he look so tired?

 Well, because he hasn’t been sleeping.

 Or eating.

 Or taking care of himself.

 Unbidden, part of his conversation with Roman flashes into his head.

 “Self-harm can be self-denial too.”

 “Lolo?”

 “It’s bad enough that I’ve made you all worry about me,” Logan says finally, “I would hate to be a burden.”

 Oh, Lolo. “You and Roman, huh?”

 Logan looks up warily. “What do you do with Roman?”

 “You know what I do.”

 Logan sighs. “May at least take my glasses off first?”

 “You might wanna change too, I’m not letting you up for a while.”

 Logan stretches to place his glasses on the nightstand and poofs himself into a t-shirt and boxers. He sighs and opens his arms.

 Remus takes two running steps and tackles the poor nerd onto his bed.

 “Ah!”

 “Am I hurting you?”

 “No, no, just—just a little startled.”

 “Mm.” Remus snuggles closer into Logan, his arms wrapped tightly around him. “So. Wanna try one more time?”

 Logan sighs, deflating them both to the bed. His head lolls to his left, eyes on his open computer screen. Remus follows it, barely suppressing a growl as he stretches his arm out to save whatever’s on screen and shut it.

 “I know what I’m supposed to be doing,” Logan whispers, “I understand the process, I am aware that healing is not a linear concept, I know it’s going to take time, I—I understand.”

 Remus looks down, giving him an encouraging squeeze. “But?”

 “It’s hard,” comes the soft confession.

 Oh, Lolo.

 “I know,” he murmurs, leaning down to hug him properly, “I know, Lolo, I know it’s hard. But you can’t try and do it all yourself, you’ve gotta remember that we’re here for you, we care about you.”

 “But why?”

 Remus smiles and cuddles him tighter. “You said it yourself, Lolo. We care because we do.”

 “O-oh.” He feels Logan’s throat work as he swallows. “Thank you, Remus.”

 “Of course, Lolo. I’m guessing that sinking us to the living room so everyone else can spoil you is a bad idea, right?”

 “Yes.” Finally, finally, he feels Logan shyly tighten his grip on him. “Can we just…stay like this?”

 “Do I have your permission to hold you hostage until you fall asleep?”

 “Yes.”

 “Then go to sleep, Lolo,” Remus murmurs, “I’m not going anywhere.”

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Hey I was wondering if you could write something kinda angsty but with a pretty ending with the cubs, I’m trynna project getting stood up and turning it into something nice and good, even if it’s just in my head. No pressure but I just wanna smile for a bit and your work always makes me do so :)))

Hello lovely! I’m so sorry that you were stood up--that feels awful and whoever did it missed out on a wonderful person. I’ve combined this with some other asks in the same vein (y’all wanted my boys to hurt) so I hope you don’t mind. Sending love and hugs your way! Sweater Weather credit goes to @lumosinlove​ <3

1. Bad mental health day for Finn + pushing himself too hard + passing out (ft. Bee anon!)

2. O’Knutzy boiling over with a fluffy ending

3. Insecure Leo

TW for internalized guilt, vaguely implied self-harm (pushing himself too hard at practice), and relationship arguments

Finn had a few bad habits. He left dirty dishes in the sink, could never remember which setting the laundry was supposed to go on, and barely wiped his shoes on the doormat before entering the house. He wasn’t proud of his flaws, but he acknowledged that everyone had some—as long as they didn’t hurt anybody, it wasn’t the end of the world.

This one…this one was different. Even Finn knew that.

He gritted his teeth for the next set of squats, ignoring the ringing in his ears and the climbing nausea in his gut. The chart only said to do three reps, but he had been beating himself up for slacking a set earlier in the week and decided to do five to make up for it.

That, it seemed, was a poor decision.

His thighs were shaking when he finally put the weight down and he leaned on the wall to stabilize himself. “Fish? You okay?” Logan asked from the yoga mat to his right, staring up at him in concern.

“I’m fine,” Finn lied. “Just straightened up too fast.”

“D’accord.” He could feel Logan’s eyes on his back as he left the gym and headed toward the showers.

Finn’s worst habit was taking care of himself, and it wasn’t something that could be explained away as “oh, silly Harzy” like the washing machine. He made a mental note to take some ibuprofen before driving home so he would be marginally less sore in the morning, but he had the sinking feeling it would be a rough practice the next day.

Remus and Talker were playing some sort of volleyball with an old balloon between their stalls when he entered; he missed getting nailed in the head by a narrow margin and waved off their apologies with a forced smile.

A hand closed around his bicep as he passed, snapping him back to reality as Leo’s bright eyes came into focus. “Hey, lovey, is Lo with you?”

“He’s finishing up.”

A small furrow appeared between Leo’s brows. “Is something wrong?”

“Nope.” Finn faked a yawn and stretched his arm over Leo’s shoulder, dragging him down for a kiss on the cheek. “Cap’s workout just kicked my ass today.”

“That’s what they’re supposed to do,” Sirius said, rolling his eyes playfully as he passed. “You’re not a rookie anymore, O’Hara.”

“Yeah, yeah, alright.”

Logan entered the locker room a few minutes later; Finn closed his eyes and breathed in the thick steam of the shower until the fog in his head cleared a bit and he couldn’t feel the skin on his shoulders. It billowed off him as he dressed again and tossed the keys to Leo, who raised his eyebrows. “Me?”

“You. There’s a little bit of slush left, and you still need to learn how to drive in it.” And I feel like I’m going to pass out at any minute. He swallowed down the last thought and pasted a teasing grin on his face—what Leo and Logan didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them. It was his own fault for being lazy in the past.

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What Leo and Logan didn’t know apparently did hurt them. In hindsight, Finn should have seen that coming before he passed out in the middle of a scrimmage.

The lights of the coach’s office made his headache even worse. “Care to explain?” Arthur asked in a voice like frost. To his left, Sirius was glowering.

“I already told Hestia—”

“Yeah, I know what you told Hestia,” Arthur interrupted. “I want to hear it directly from you.”

Finn sighed through his nose and picked at a stray thread on his jersey. “I…I pushed myself a little too hard at yesterday’s practice and didn’t say anything when I started feeling bad.”

“Why.” Sirius’ eyes were hard as flint.

“Because I didn’t want to be a pain in the ass! I can handle some aching muscles, it’s not a big deal!”

“Not a—”

Arthur put his hand on Sirius’ shoulder. “That’s enough, Black. O’Hara, I want you to look me in the eyes.” Finn raised his head. “This was a dumbass mistake and all of us expected better from you. Your safety and health come before any workout routine, and it is your responsibility to speak up before you scare the shit out of us by dropping like a rock.”

“I’m sorry, Coach.”

“Apology accepted. I also want you to call Heather when you get home and schedule an appointment with her.” Some of Arthur’s frustration melted into genuine concern and guilt crawled up Finn’s throat. “Doing that to yourself isn’t healthy, Finn. You’re a good man, smart, and I know you know better.”

“Can we talk for a second?” Sirius asked quietly, glancing at Arthur. He nodded and left the room.

“I’m sorry.”

“What the fuck, Finn?” Sirius ran a hand down his face, suddenly pale. “What the fuck was that?”

“It was stupid.”

“Yeah, no, I got that part.”

“I slacked off a set on Monday.”

“Wow, nobody’s ever done that before,” he said sarcastically, sitting down in the chair by the wall as Finn resumed messing with his hem. “You scared the hell out of all of us.”

“I know.”

“You know I’m not mad at you, right? I’m upset that you thought you had to do that at all.”

Tears prickled the backs of Finn’s eyes. “I know.”

“I’m sure as hell not your coach or your dad, but I’m going to say this as your friend, okay?” Sirius leaned over into Finn’s field of view. “Whatever you need, I’m here for you. This team wouldn’t be the same without you. I wouldn’t be the same without you. We need you to take care of yourself, Harzy.”

Finn nodded silently and Sirius gave his hand a quick squeeze, which he returned. “Does everyone know?”

“I told them you were under the weather, nothing more.”

“Classic media answer.” He tried and failed to crack a smile. “Thanks for not telling on me.”

“That’s not my job. My job is herding cats on ice skates for five hours a day.”

Finn’s smile was real that time and he managed a light laugh as he swiped away the dampness on his cheeks. “Love you, man.”

“Love you, too.” Sirius helped him stand up and hugged him tight for a second before letting go. “Speaking as someone who used to do the exact same thing, talking to Heather makes a world of difference.”

“I’ll give her a call.”

The cold feeling returned to Finn’s gut when they stepped out of the office; Leo and Logan were waiting by the opposite wall, looking angrier than Finn had ever seen. Sirius patted his shoulder once before walking off down the hallway toward the locker room, where he would no doubt deflect even more questions.

“Hey,” Finn said, barely above a whisper. Logan continued to stare at the ground.

“You lied to us,” Leo said bluntly. “Several times. Both of us asked if you were alright and you told us you were fine.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I accept your apology, but I don’t understand.” He ran a hand through his hair with a sigh. “Finn, this isn’t how we deal with things. We agreed to be a team.”

Finn bit his lip. I fucked this one up. “We did. I am so sorry for scaring you—”

“We’re not mad that you scared us,” Logan snapped, still looking anywhere but his face. “We’re upset that you refuse to take care of yourself and then lied to us about it.”

Leo nudged Logan’s shoulder before turning back. “Why did you do that, Finn?”

“I didn’t want to fall behind. I was just trying to make up for the set I skipped on Monday.”

“What? Twenty squats and some pushups? That’s not worth your health, honey.” The pet name soothed the terror clutching Finn’s heart and he took a deep breath. They still loved him. This wasn’t the end.

“It was a stupid thing to do and it won’t happen again.”

“Good. Let’s go home.” Logan grabbed his duffel bag off the ground and started walking toward the door; Leo looked like he was going to say something, but Finn gently took his elbow.

“He’s going to need a minute,” he said under his breath. Logan was a hothead about many things, but lying was in the top three. Finn knew he hurt him deep.

“Did you…” Leo trailed off and pressed his lips together as they followed Logan into the parking lot. “Did you feel like you couldn’t tell me?”

Finn shook his head. “No. This was all on me.”

“It’s just that I know I’m younger than both of you and I’m new to the hockey lifestyle, but I never want you to think you can’t trust me—”

“Leo.” Finn stopped walking and tugged on Leo’s hand, turning him around. Worry was painted all over his face and it sliced to Finn’s core. “I trust you and Logan with everything, but I got into my head about this and I wasn’t thinking about how it would hurt you. Please believe that.”

Leo sighed. “I do. I just don’t get it.”

“Neither do I, to be honest.” Logan was already sitting in the car with his headphones on as they crossed the lot. “It’s going to take him a while to talk to me, isn’t it?”

“He was really upset.”

“We’ll figure this out.” He tightened his grip on Leo’s hand. “We’ve made it through worse.”

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The apartment crackled with tension until Finn literally had to stick his head out the open window to get a breath of fresh air. Waves of frustration and hurt rolled off Logan, though he still refused to look Finn in the eyes.

After dinner, Leo slid into the armchair before Logan could get there, leaving only the couch available. They carefully sat on opposite sides—Finn stole glances at Logan out of the corner of his eye for the entire first half of the movie. Ninety minutes of action later, he felt something chilly poking at his calf.

Logan kept his gaze trained on the TV as he scooted his freezing toes under Finn’s legs. Relief flooded Finn’s veins; he felt a little like crying, but instead schooled his expression into a small smile and rested his hand on Logan’s ankle, where it stayed until the movie ended.

Leo had fallen asleep by that time, splayed out sideways on the cushion with his face smushed against the armrest. “Il est mignon,” Logan said softly. There was a beat of silence and he looked over at Finn. “He’s cute.”

“He is.” Finn cleared his throat and met his eyes. “I’m so sorry, Lo. I never meant to hurt you, but I did, and I’m sorry.”

“Promise me you won’t do that again.”

“I won’t.”

Finn had a few bad habits, but backing out on his promises would never be one of them.

[angelwiththeblue-box]

pl ease Va llie

pleas e write m ore

oh gods that was fucking amazing and pretty much how i pictured it ........ now we need secret lovers, hidden away from his father ............ and lots of smooches .......

you asked and i answered!!

part two!!

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Patton was scrambling.

Three roses. Three people that he could not find.

"Okay, okay. Find Virgil. He's always in the kitchens. Or serving somebody. Or taking a break. He could literally be anywhere right now, oh my god, why am I freaking out, there's nothing to freak out about, this is normal, I'm normal-"

"Hey." A voice interrupts Patton's mad ramblings.

"H-hey. I know you." Patton mutterings, looking up at the heterochromatic eyes of Virgil.

"Are you okay? You were talking pretty fast to nobody."

"How much did you hear?" Patton asks, clutching the roses tightly. Virgil looks down at the roses, before meeting Patton's eyes again, his face bright red.

"All of it. Look, I'm guessing you figured out I sent one of the roses. Clearly there are two other people vying for your attention and I wouldn't want to get in the way of someone much better than me-"

"No. You're coming with. You aren't in the way. Virgil, I really like you, so please, come with?" Patton sticks his bottom lip out and Virgil groans.

"Fine. I'll come. Just stop making that... adorably dumb face you're making. It's dumb."

"You already said that." Patton says, grinning. He reaches a hand out to take Virgil's.

"Now we need to find Roman and Logan."

"I think I saw Roman in the gardens?" Virgil says. "I passed him on the way here."

"You were coming to see me?" Patton blushes as Virgil nods.

"Shut up. Let's go see Roman."

Turns out, Virgil was right. Roman is sitting on a swing, attempting to thread a needle.

"Need any help?" Virgil asks, unclasping his hand from Patton's and sitting next to Roman. Roman reluctantly hands over the needle and thread to Virgil, who threads it on his first try.

"How did you do that?" Roman asks.

"Steady hands. Nah, I'm kidding, I have a ton of practice. I make a lot of my own clothes, actually." Virgil admits.

"Really?" Virgil nods. Patton shuffles his feet. Maybe this was a mistake. Clearly he didn't know Roman or Virgil as well as they knew each other. He probably didn't even have a chance.

"Oh! Patton!" Roman and Virgil move to the sides of the bench, motioning for Patton to sit down in the middle.

"So, I really like both of you and I hope you like me too, and I was wondering, once we found Logan if-"

"Oh, I know where Logan is! Come on!" Roman jumps up, grabbing Patton's hand and pulling him up. "He should be here for this! Let's go, let's go!"

Patton, Roman, and Virgil walk into the kitchen, Patton trying to keep his head low as they move to the back of the enormous kitchen.

"Logan! Hey, Logan!" Patton spots Logan sitting on a table in the corner of the kitchen, a his nose deep in a book.

"Oh, Patton, sir! If your father is looking for- is that the rose I sent you?" Logan shuts the book he was holding and makes a grab at the rose, but Patton holds them behind his back.

"It was inappropriate of me to send the flower, especially since I work with your father. As the youngest Advisor on the board, I cannot slip up, especially if it involves dating a member of the kitchen staff and my employer's son. The rose was an impulsive mistake and it won't happen again." Logan explains, matter of fact.

"You don't really believe that, do you?" Patton asks, his face mirroring Virgil and Roman's looks of sadness.

"I don't have any other choice-"

"Yes, yes you do! Choose us! We don't have to tell anyone if it means you might lose your job. Right?" Patton suggests, looking at the three of them.

"I want to." Virgil speaks up. "I- I'm not great with feelings, or speaking in front of people, but I really like you all and-"

"We like you too, emo." Roman says, kissing his cheek lightly, before moving to grab Patton's hand.

"Lo, what do you say?" Roman asks. Logan sets down his books and stands up.

"Yes. Let's try this."

Patton grins and puts the roses in his pocket before holding a hand out for Logan to take.

Logan blushes, hiding a smile as he takes Patton's hand.

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alright so less of secret relationship and more them getting into a relationship

part three? im kinda feeling a part three

anyways i hope youre liking this i need to stop writing it at one in the morning but anyways

[arya-skywalker]

Pleasant Surprises (Sanders Sides Fanfic)

Secret Santa fic for the amazing @nightashes ! Hope you enjoy

Prompts used:

- Familial (brotherly) anxceit, analogical

- Fantasy, (emotional) h/c

- Hugs, firelight, new beginnings

- “I think I understand now”

- “I’m here for you” (slightly different phrasing but same idea)

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Summary: Virgil risks a journey home to the dark forest to reconnect with brother Janus— and invite him to a potential wedding.

~*~

“I need to tell him,” Virgil said, curled up by the fire.

“Hm?” Logan looked up from his book. “Tell who, what, exactly? I’m afraid I’m not quite following.”

Virgil grimaced. “My brother. About....” He gestured vaguely. “Us? Me not being dead?”

“Ah.” Logan closed his book. “Would you like me to come with you?”

“No.” Virgil quickly shook his head. “No. I need to go alone. Besides, it’s not safe for you there.”

Logan folded his hands on his lap. “You left for a reason. Are you quite certain you want to go back?”

“I was scared, Lo. But now... I know what to expect. I’m ready.”

“Very well. Contact me if you need assistance.” Logan stood and walked over to his desk, taking out a small handheld mirror. “Say my name into this mirror, and we will be able to communicate through it.”

Virgil looked at the mirror warily. “And if I break it?”

Logan sighed. “It will still work on a shard of the mirror, but please be careful.”

“Always am.” Virgil smiled wanly as he took the mirror, cautiously placing it in his satchel.

Logan kissed his forehead and squeezed his hand gently. “Come home soon, please.”

Virgil took his hand and stood. “That’s the goal. I’ll miss you.” He stretched and took a deep breath. “Well, see you later, I guess.”

“Farewell and good luck.”

Virgil forced a smile and waved, then quickly packed his things before heading out the door— not giving himself the chance to back out.

~*~

Virgil tugged his cloak close against the chill. This was a bad idea. He knew it was a bad idea. Five years. Five years apart.

Maybe Janus wouldn’t even want to see him. Hell, maybe he wasn’t even here.

No. Too late to turn back.

Eerie whispers echoed in the mists and shadows lurked behind skeletal trees, but Virgil ignored them. That was normal here. As was the eternal night. Perfectly normal.

Here lived the monsters of the realm. The forsaken. The lost and abandoned. The only advantage was that they never hurt one of their own.

Virgil stopped in front of the door built into the cliffside and knocked. Snakes, spiders, and tentacles were carved around the doorframe, but there were no windows— only narrow slats to let air and light inside. Easier to defend without having to worry about glass.

It felt like eternity before the door opened. “Well, this is unexpected,” Janus drawled, his scales gleaming in the dim light.

“Hey, Jan... umm... can I come in?” Virgil rubbed his arm, not quite meeting his brother’s gaze.

“Depends on what brought you here.”

“I just wanna talk.” Virgil bit his lip. “And... apologize?”

“Go on, then. Say what you came to say.” Janus leaned against the doorframe.

Virgil took a deep breath. “I think I understand now,” he said slowly.

Janus arched an eyebrow. “Oh do you now? What do you understand?”

“Why you did what you did. Why we lived how we did. Why we were always hiding, never leaving the forest. How the world really works— well, not as much that, but more than I knew—“

“Did someone hurt you?” Janus cut him off, taking a step closer, concern in his eyes.

Virgil winced. “No. Well, yes, but that’s not important right now. What’s important is you don’t need to do that anymore. We can help you.”

Janus’s brow knitted. “We?” he echoed.

“I... uh... met some nice people. Like, really nice. I think you’d like them, if you give them a chance.” Virgil picked at a loose thread at the edge of his cloak.

Janus gave him a look, then sighed and stepped aside. “Come in. Would you like some tea?”

Virgil sighed in relief and walked through the doorway. It was just as he had left it— fur blankets piled around cushions and chairs, rickety table, a large fireplace with snakes around the mantle. “Sure. Something herbal?”

“Chamomile?” Janus suggested, filling a pot with water and placing it over the hearth.

“Whatever, sure.” Virgil warmed himself by the fire, then grabbed a blanket and took a seat on a nearby cushion.

Janus laughed softly. “Still prefer the floor to a chair, hm?”

Virgil shrugged. “It’s convenient. And warmer,” he said.

“Mm. Indeed it is,” Janus said. “Honey in your tea, yes?”

“Yeah. Thanks.”

A moment later, Janus set a cup of tea on the floor next to Virgil and sat down a few feet away. “Careful. It’s hot,” he said. Which was obvious due to the steam.

Virgil wrapped his hands around the teacup anyway, breathing in the aroma. “So... umm... what’s up with you?” He winced. “I mean, like, what have you been up to? How have you been?”

Janus chuckled softly. “More of the same. Hunting. Strengthening the wards.” He gestured vaguely.

“Right, yeah,” Virgil muttered.

“I am far more interested about you, spiderling. Care to talk about your grand adventures?” Janus arched an eyebrow.

Virgil snorted. “I wouldn’t call them that. But uh... I guess.” He took a sip of his tea once it had cooled down enough. “Well... I headed roughly northeast from here. Traveled with the spider-people for a bit. But as we approached the border, some elves attacked. When they heard me speak, they stopped and demanded I bow before the prince.“ He smiled sideways. “Did you know we even had a prince out here?”

Janus hummed thoughtfully. “A prince in this forest? No, preposterous.”

“Anyway, Princey insisted on ‘rescuing’ me and ‘breaking the curse’.” Virgil gestured to his face, where dark spiderwebs still patterned his skin. “So he whisked me away to ‘civilization’.”

“Oh the horror,” Janus said, his lips quirking into a half-smile.

Virgil blushed slightly. “It was... overwhelming. So many people in one place. All so loud! And the buildings— they make walls out of wood, can you imagine? And the top out of grass! They wouldn’t last a second out here.”

Janus hummed in agreement, but remained silent, sipping at his tea.

“And... well... I don’t think the people liked me very much,” Virgil admitted, looking into the fire. “When they saw my face, they shied away. Some threw fruit and stuff, but the prince quickly put a stop to that.”

Janus narrowed his eyes. “They hurt you?” He asked in a low voice.

Virgil bit his lip. “It’s fine. It didn’t really hurt, just made a mess. And like I said, some people were nice.”

“Hmph. People do not think kindly of our people. Hence why it is safer to remain within the forest.”

“I know, I know.” Virgil ran a hand through his hair and exhaled sharply. “Anyway.... a little while later I met the prince’s advisor, a half-elf mage. He’s so handsome and smart and gentle and kind and—“ He stopped, blushing slightly. “His name is Logan and he offered to let me stay with him. He helped me learn how to control my powers.”

Janus arched an eyebrow. “You like this advisor, don’t you?”

Virgil nodded slowly. “I... yeah. We understand each other,” he said quietly.

Janus was silent for a moment, then reached over and put his hand on Virgil’s arm. “If he makes you happy, then stay with him.”

“Do you want to meet him?”

Janus blinked. “Come again?“

Virgil took out the mirror. “This is an enchanted mirror. We can communicate through it. If you want to.”

Janus touched the scaled side of his face. “Are you sure he wants to see me?”

Virgil smiled sadly. “You’re my brother. Of course he wants to meet you. And he didn’t hate my markings, so you should be fine.”

“Mm.” Janus sighed, then flicked his wrist, making his cowl float over and wrap around his face, hiding as much of his scales as he could. “Very well.”

Virgil took a deep breath and held the mirror so they were both in view. “Logan? Can we talk please?”

A moment later, the surface of the mirror fogged up, then cleared to show Logan’s face. “Virgil? Is everything alright? Can you see and hear me?”

Virgil nodded, holding Janus hand. “Yeah, we’re good. This is my brother.”

Janus cleared his throat. “Yes, Virgil is my brother,” he said. A moment later, he added, “You may call me Dee.”

“Oh. Hello, then. It is a pleasure to meet you. My name is Logan,” he said, blinking a few times.

Virgil shot Janus a look. “Logan is a friend. We can trust Logan,” he said, keeping his voice low.

“You may trust him. That does not mean I do,” Janus countered, then flashed a smile at the enchanted mirror. “Virgil has told me so much about you.”

“I hope he has said that which he so urgently wanted to tell you,” Logan replied.

Virgil groaned. “Don’t say it like that,” he grumbled.

Janus arched an eyebrow. “Oh? Have you said ‘that which you so urgently wanted to tell me’?”

Virgil rubbed his face. “Lo and I... we... uh.... we were thinking about... maybe... getting married?” Gods, words were hard.

“Virgil is correct. We have discussed the possibility,” Logan said.

Janus’s reptilian eye twitched. “You leave for five years, and return with a potential spouse,” he said slowly.

Virgil bit his lip and nodded. “Potential. We haven’t decided for sure, cuz weddings are expensive pageantry and shit, but...” He took a deep breath. “If we do get married, I want you to be there. I want you to lead me down the aisle.”

Janus leaned back in his chair, glancing between them both. “This is quite a lot to take in,” he said, steepling his hands like the dramatic shit he was.

“Oh for fucks sake! I’m asking for your blessing!” Virgil blurted, then groaned and flipped up the hood of his cloak.

“If it will make you happy, then by all means...” Janus said. “However, I will need to know more about this potential spouse of yours.”

“I am an open book. Ask your questions,” Logan said.

Virgil blinked. “You... you’re not mad?”

“Mm. I wouldn’t call it mad, no.” Janus sipped at his tea. “Now, Logan, tell me about yourself.”

“I am the royal advisor to Prince Roman and Prince Remus. I am skilled in the mystical arts,” Logan said.

Janus rolled his eyes. “Yes, yes, I know that. Tell me more about yourself. Your likes, dislikes, hobbies, whatever. Why should I let you marry my little brother, hm?”

Logan blinked. “Well... I enjoy learning whatever I can. I have known Virgil for just over four years now. I would never hurt him, and truly wish him the best.”

Virgil tugged his cloak closer. “I’m right here,” he muttered. “And you don’t need to interrogate him.”

Janus inclined his head. “I believe I have enough information for the time being, although of course I would love to meet you in person. Virgil, you wanted me to leave the forest, did you not?”

Virgil blushed slightly. “Uh, yeah. I can take you to them. If you’re serious about coming with me. And as long as the forest will survive without you.”

Janus waved an arm dismissively. “Of course, of course.”

“I look forward to seeing you both. Farewell and safe travels,” Logan said. The surface of the mirror shimmered and his image faded.

Virgil exhaled slowly. That wasn’t as bad as it could have been.

“Virgil?” Janus asked softly. “This will make you happy, yes?”

Virgil rubbed his face and nodded quickly. “Yeah, thanks. Really. I’m uh... bad with words, but yeah.”

“Would you like a hug? Or is this a no-touch-time?” Janus asked, spreading his arms.

Virgil half-fell into the embrace, holding on tightly. “I missed you,” he whispered. “I’m sorry.”

“Mm. I know. I missed you, too, spiderling,” Janus murmured, rubbing gentle circles into his back. “I am glad you are safe.”

Virgil took a few deep breaths, letting himself relax. Safe. He was safe. He was home.

“And I will always be here for you. No matter how long we are apart. No matter what happens,” Janus said softly. “You didn’t really think I’d be mad at you for leaving, did you? I was simply worried.”

Virgil grimaced. “Worse case scenario shit. I’m good at that, remember?”

“Mm. But this is not a worse case scenario. Things are going well for the time being. Enjoy it.”

“While it lasts,” Virgil said with a half-smile.

Janus chuckled. “Indeed. Cherish every moment.”

[caeruleums]

          hello everyone! i posted this awhile ago, but wasn't able to get into the plots! now that i have free time, i'm reposting. so please like this post if you’re interested in any pairings/plots under the cut and i’ll message you and we can plot and eventually get some starters out.

rose (natalia dyer) needs to be super duper corrupted, tbh. whether it be an older person or just someone her age that turns her into like, a nymphomaniac or even a murder or something wild. i want to write her sm but it should be something dark or depraved.

mckenna (grace van patten), scout (madelaine petsch) & tatum (minka kella) wants to dom some guy (strap or not lmao). that’s it.

ghostface plots. i have a few muses i can throw into it! harvey (jon bernthal) or max (jacob elordi) but i’d also be down for the opposite and throw one of my girls at them.

i miss using crosby (oliver jackson cohen) so maybe a corrupt super hero or another villain trying to take over and they eventually become a power couple? orrr we could have a thing where he sort of takes on an apprentice and he has a soft spot for her? or like, a little silly hero who is getting fucked up by other villains and he randomly has a heart, saves her, and begrudgingly becomes a good guy!

i have sooo many h*rry p*tter muses! pls write some shit with them.

give my pretty boys some milfs. specifically mikey (paul mescal), walter (jeremy allen white), gunner (kj apa), ferg (logan lerman) & bear (mason gooding).

age gaps in general. i will give you my milfs for anyone.

gimme a priest who ends up fucking one of my innocent gals.

a plot where one of our muses is a ghost who can walk and be “there” in the house that they were killed/died in, but they can’t leave it. so the live muse finds themselves a recluse, trying to get to know the ghost, falling in love w them, and doing fucking scary magic to potentially make them come alive again. evil undertones welcome, or just campy ghost stuff.

dads fucking the babysitter, full stop.

let one of my d*kes fuck a girl w their stap and get called daddy. just let it happen.

a plot based off of lacy by olivia rodrigo. one girl who's so jealous of another, and thinks it's because it's just jealousy but secretly she's in love with her.

give jackson (chris evans) or dax (oscar isaac) or chester (pedro pascal) or harvey (jon bernthal) threesome threads w pretty girls/women.