#delirious logan

[slythereen]

i was really looking forward to gloating about how my home GP had delivered a glorious feast of charles being happy and lestappen overload like a bratty little american … my own hubris has jinxed it all i fear

[a-ryu3-art]

Here is part 1 Logan and Terry

[insanedevotion]

im tired and abit sick so all i have to say is WOOOOO🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅‼️‼️‼️‼️ i am so happy :) logiebear 2024 williams ba by

[pensiveant]

The scene with Shiv and Logan very early on, in the first season, with Logan deliriously taking her hand and moving it to his crotch, something that Shiv tells nobody about + the scene where Logan promises Shiv that she's the one but they agree to keep it a secret + Tom's "It's like you and your dad have finally admitted how much you're into each other, you know? And now you can, no, not this, but now you can bang." + Shiv being punished from all sides when she does mention it in front of other people without Logan's approval + Shiv's "I got mommed." + I'm walking straight into traffic do you understand me

[uselessgirldotcom]

i don’t like how we ended up with the most sanitized version of roman and menckens dynamic in season 4, which doesn’t fit the delirious energy they delivered in 3.06, and it’s not inconsequential to the plot because i’ve seen a lot of people complaining about not understanding Why roman would go so hard for the facist in 4.08…mencken is very deliberate about what he does and doesn’t say. he’s playing up brutal honesty and uninhibition but the man was plotting and scheming the second he saw roman sitting across the room. when he goes for roman of all people it’s not just opportunistic it’s predatory.

i wish they kept this moment in (sweet sweet psychosexual nonsense aside) it confirms how aware mencken is of the effect he has on roman and is clearly trying to dirty talk his way into presidency which makes his character a lot funnier and more terrifying at the same time.

a nice parallel to how gerri is also playing into that part of roman but she tries to use it to incentivize positive change and motivate / soothe him, while mencken is quite literally torturing roman and dangling something he knows is very precious in front of him. i feel like this little sexual innuendo alone changes a lot in how you perceive this dynamic making it a lot more cruel - it’s very fitting that the sibling Logan would pimp out every time he needed to flirt his way into someones pocket, would also be the one who ends up taken advantage of in this way. the sexual abuse metaphor of it all is really compelling.

this one im really mad about just because in the final cut roman immediately caves in and defends mencken for making fun of him which is pretty out of character. this exchange not only fits roman better but also shows that he’s well aware mencken is getting off on this not just because he has the power now but because that’s who he always was, he’s a sadist. roman knows what’s going on but he can’t help himself.

very consistent with romans reaction to the Hug. he struggles a bit, has to have the last word, the last quip. but he lets it happen. in a way he needs this to function.

[wreckedandpolemic]

87 and 57 with matty pls

my kink is karma, part ii - matty healy

(mdni) in which you finally, finally take matty up on his offer. 1392 words.

warnings: mentions of cheating, unprotected sex, mild degradation

You can’t stop fucking thinking about Matty. You’re doomed, damned to hell, every syllable of his name worn smooth like seaglass as you turn it over in your mind. You’ve lost count of how many times your fingers have hovered over his contact, his name in your phone having gone from DO NOT ANSWER!!!! to DO NOT TEXT!!!! to matty in the six months since your birthday.

Picking fights with your boyfriend gets easier and easier, for anything and nothing, your perfect relationship crumbling in your hands; you break everything you touch. Matty, though, is already broken. Maybe the shattered pieces of you will slot together. When Logan finally gives up and leaves you, it’s nothing like your split with Matty. There’s no screaming, no begging, no cruel words you can’t take back. No ache, no hollow regret. Just the quiet click of a door shutting on a chapter of your life you can’t have back.

And the first thing, the first fucking thing you do is call Matty. He picks up on the first ring. “Did you mean it?” you say immediately, low and slightly desperate. “That you’d be waiting?”

Matty laughs disbelievingly. “I haven’t been celibate for the last six months, if that’s what you’re asking,” he scoffs. You sniffle slightly, and he makes a soft, soothing noise, his demeanour instantly changed. “Darling, are you alright?”

“You were right,” you mumble. “I was wrong. I chose wrong. I chose wrong a year ago, and again six months ago. I just want one more chance. One chance to make the right decision this time.”

“Sweet baby,” Matty croons. “Where do you live?” You murmur your address, everything feeling slightly hazy. “I’ll be there in an hour,” he promises.

True to his word, Matty appears on your doorstep an hour later, a bottle of champagne in hand. The same champagne, you realise with a slightly delirious laugh, that he bought for you on your birthday. You let him in, your body a tight mess of feelings you aren’t sure you yet want to untangle. “Hi,” you giggle.

“Hi, baby.” The grin he breaks out in warms your heart as he sets the wine on the kitchen counter. “M’so glad you called, love. Was startin’ to give up hope,” he says, his hands finding your waist and pulling you close. “Was startin’ to think I’d never get to do this again.” His lips meet yours and your blood sings, pressing your body against his and melting under his hands. Matty licks into your mouth, deepening the kiss as you shudder.

“Want you so bad,” you whine against his lips. “Couldn’t stop thinking about you. I started… I almost… I thought about you while he was fucking me,” you confess breathlessly. Matty’s eyes light up. “I— I stayed with him for six months, and I thought about you every time. It was wrong, and I—”

He grins. “Yeah, but he didn’t fuck you the way you deserve to be fucked, did he?” You shake your head mutely. “Missed me, hm? Missed falling apart on your Daddy’s cock?”

“Yes,” you moan, shuddering as Matty kisses his way down your neck.

“Sweet girl,” he says, taking greedy handfuls of your ass. “Let me take you to bed, hm?” You moan eagerly into his mouth, Matty’s fingers nimble and yours clumsy as you tear at each other’s clothes, frenzied. He smirks as you let him into your bedroom, preening in the mirror for a second and grinning widely. “Mm-mm. No,” he says, gesturing down at the floor as you go to lay back on your bed. “Here, in front of the mirror, yeah? Wanna show my girl how pretty she is fallin’ apart for me.”

You nod, sinking to your knees in front of him and tugging his boxers down. Pressing a soft kiss to his hipbone, you wrap a hand around his cock and pump him slowly, his answering moan sending a thrill down your spine. “So eager, baby. Such a good girl. Wanna fuck you first, though, okay?” Matty sits down and pulls you into his lap, meeting your eyes in the mirror, the sight eerily familiar. He dips his head to kiss your neck, sucking bruises into your skin and laving his tongue over the soreness.

Your back arches and you grind in his lap, whimpering as Matty pinches one of your nipples and rolls it between his fingers. “Daddy, stop teasing,” you whine, gasping as he dips his fingers in your cunt, wetness pooling at his touch.

“Oh, darling. C’mon, love, on your hands and knees, yeah? Daddy’s gonna give you what you need.” He presses a gentle kiss to your shoulder as you move, stroking over the curve of your ass and murmuring soothingly. “You ready?” he asks, and you grind back against him desperately.

“Yeah, m’ready, Daddy, please, I need—” You cut yourself off with a choked-out whine as Matty fucks into you. Familiar pressure mounts between your thighs, your cunt clenching and whimpers dripping from your lips.

Matty’s fingers dig into your hips, filling you with deep, measured thrusts. “God, I love this cunt so fucking much. We’re not leaving this room for a long time, darling. Gotta make up for lost time,” he promises, something soft and adoring in his eyes as he watches you take him in the mirror. “Did he ever fuck you like this, baby?”

“N-no,” you moan, pleasure dripping down your insides. “He could never. There’s nobody as good as you, Daddy,” you promise, whimpering when Matty’s fingers come up to toy with your clit.

He smirks, the obscene sound of skin meeting ringing through the room. “Look at your reflection. Look at how gorgeous you are. So fucking gorgeous when I’m fucking you like this. So pretty for me, and only for me,” he moans, your eyes rolling back in your head despite your best efforts to follow direction.

“M’yours. Yours, all yours. Always been yours, Daddy, never stopped,” you babble, whimpering as Matty fucks deep into you, arousal dripping from your cunt.

“This slutty little pussy’s so wet for me, darling. Did you fuck anyone else, huh? Are you a cheating little slut?” he asks, low and vicious in your ear.

An impossible flare of lust coils in your belly, winding tighter and tighter with every circle of Matty’s fingers. “Y-yes,” you gasp. “Found… found guys who looked like you. I never— never called ‘em Daddy,” you hiccup as his thrusts get faster, meaner. “Never compared to you.”

“That’s right, darling,” he coos, pinching your clit cruelly, pleasure jolting up your spine. “M’your Daddy. And you’re my girl, yeah? All mine. Could do whatever I want with you, hm?”

Thick, sticky desire pumps in your veins, your heart beating in overdrive as you whimper and writhe under him. “Anythin’ you want,” you promise. “As long as you make me cum, Daddy, please!” you cry, breath coming in short, sharp gasps as you tip closer and closer to the edge.

“Yeah, darling. Been such a good girl. Cum f’me whenever you’re ready, okay?” Matty says, fucking deep into you and working two fingers in tight circles over your clit. The coiled tension between your thighs stretched to its limit before it finally snaps, your cunt pulsing achingly around him. Ecstasy winds through your bloodstream, a whining moan tearing free of your throat, and you could swear Matty murmurs, “Welcome home,” a split-second before he cums with your name on his lips. You gasp at the feeling of him spilling inside you, gloriously familiar.

“Thank you,” you say quietly as he pulls out, his gaze fixed on your messy, dripping cunt. “Needed that s’bad.” You sink to your elbows, your body limp and liquid.

Matty makes a soft, soothing noise, carefully lifting you into a sitting position. “Oh, baby. Forgot how tired you get after a good fuck. Here, c’mon, up you get,” he says, impossibly gentle as he gets you into bed, pressing soft kisses against your neck and chest.

“I love you,” you rush out as he starts to wander off to the bathroom. “I don’t think I ever stopped.”

“Oh, darling,” he says softly. “I know I didn’t. Always knew we’d end up back here. You’re it for me,” he promises, and your chest warms, everything familiar and finally slotting into place.

[let-roman-bite-someone]

The Sides When They Are Sick - Headcanons

(from best to worst at coping)

Logan: he keeps himself in check so as soon as he notices any symptoms, he immediately takes meds and keeps himself hydrated. he is a bit hesitant to stop working entirely but doesn't push himself, because he wants to be a good role model for Thomas.

Janus: he quarantines himself in his room until he feels better. if he needs anything, he just asks Remus to get it for him. if Remus makes things difficult in his usual Remus fashion, Janus just uses his extra arms to get the thing himself. he's a lot quieter than usual and hisses at anyone who disturbs him.

Patton: he's a lot more visibly depressed. gives up trying to make jokes or look happy. he stays in bed all day and Thomas is noticeably more miserable during this time too. the other sides want to take care of him but Patton feels guilty for burdening them.

Roman: you've all seen it. he's loud, he's dramatic and he makes sure anyone within a mile away knows that he's sick and miserable. gets Thomas into a creative block at this time, even though insists that he's fine and tries to continue working. Patton finds him delirious and half-asleep on his desk at 3AM and has to drag him to bed.

Virgil: sleeps A LOT. this often causes Thomas to be a little absentminded though not entirely anxiety-free. when Virgil is awake, one of the other sides has to keep him company to make sure he doesn't work himself into a state of extreme paranoia ("google says i'm gonna die in five days, i'm gonna go dig my grave now" "vIRGIL NO—")

Remus: he is EXTRA unhinged. every time he sneezes, he accidentally summons something. sometimes it's a judgmental toad, sometimes it's a cursed amulet, sometimes it's an entire garbage can. he refuses to stay put and goes around the mind palace, filling it up with trash. he also refuses to wear clothes because he gets too hot and sweaty, so the sides have to stay in their rooms unless they want to risk being flashed.

[kentopedia]

You've got such a big following and you're such an amazing blog! But I was wondering...so you have any shout outs to some smaller blogs in the JJK fandom?

hi there!! hmm honestly a lot of the jjk blogs i’ve followed have switched fandoms and don’t post much jjk anymore :) i’ve taken a step back from jjk myself, so i’ll try my best to compile a list! ones that i think are underrated that post some jjk:

@anqelically - has some fics about yuuta and has a multipart series as well!! <3 i need to catch up on some of them, and if your into bsd, check out her bsd work also :) she’s amazing !!!!

@kentophilia - is the sweetest ever !!! their theme is so cool and another blog to follow if you’re a kento fan tehe!! they just wrote a kusakabe fic i fear might change my life (i do not know him like that but) <3

@sutorus - is such a stunning writer!! her toji fics are so yummy, and she is the sweetest!! all the love in the world to her, i binged all her work tehe

@forest-hashira - i recommended fallon on my other series posts but ik they post a lot of jjk :) the two fics they wrote for my event are so amazing, pls pls check both of them out

@itsfairly - has some nanami fics and some of the sweetest headcanons of him <33 another good person to follow if you love nanami!

@satocidal - eek i love all of rome’s smut, i think about the clan leader gojo fics frequently :,) she is the loveliest too

@todorokies - knives has some amazing jjk fics, i love their characterization of geto!!! she also wrote a fic for my collab you should check out & i remember one of choso called death & the maiden that is so good <3

@staryukis - i also recommended logan on my other post but you should check out all her fics about gojo !! i absolutely love their characterization of him, im a bit picky bc he’s so complex tehe

@elusivemoon - omg io’s writing is all like poetry, i cant get enough of it. i think she’s taking a step back from jjk too, but she has quite a few fics about satoru & kento !!! love her loads :)

@starsinmylatte - the sweetest!!! sob i still haven’t read the fic posted for my collab but i’m so excited to bc it the concept is insane. i love longer fics so you should def check out her blog bc they are a bit longer and very well written <3

@delirious-donna - is writing a best friends brother nanami series that is soo so good!! very rom com kind of vibes so i love it tehe.

hm these are the people i can think of at the moment!! i honestly follow a lot more bsd blogs these days nonnie :( but everyone on this list deserves a lot of love 🤍

[where-are-the-spooky-gays-2]

This is something I (apparently) do so I’m forcing it upon Virgil bc he’s my second favorite (they could never make me hate you Janus sanders🫶)

Whenever Virgil gets feverishly ill, he’s pretty much delirious. And on top of that he doesn’t remember it

Janus and Remus are used to it, and now the light sides are because he’s lived with them for so long. But the first time it happened?

Patton thought he was dying or something, Roman was confused and a tad bit concerned, Logan was like ‘Wtf, how are you the only one sick?? Are you good?? What the hell??’ And meanwhile Thomas is none the wiser for plot convenience

Then like a week or something later when he feels better, they are like ‘what happened? Why were you sick? Are you feeling better??’ And virgils like ‘what’

So they try and explain but Virgil’s just confused. He literally didn’t even know his ass was sick

Janus had to explain to everyone else

They’re all used to it now but GOD were they freaking out 😭

- Vee 💜

Sorry this is so long btw

Oh my god I L O V E that XD The Emo Spider is practically drunk on sickness while the Lights and neither Vee for that matter know what the fuck was going on with him at first but luckily the two people who know him the most will gladly explain XD

[delimeful]

how easy you are to need (redux) (6)

warnings: PTSD, misunderstandings, panic attack/anxiety spiral, MASSIVE miscommunication moment this chapter, brief mentions of past death, lmk if im missing any!

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Despite having every intention of plotting escape, Virgil found himself spending the bulk of the next few days sound asleep.

He’d suspected foul play, something slipped into the meals that they kept freely giving him, but there was nothing unnatural or forced about his rest.

His body and mind had been pushed to their limits, and he was simply exhausted.

The humans did their best not to disturb him, but he was restless, his mind always registering the wrongness of his surroundings and trying to drag him back into consciousness. He woke the moment one of them stepped into the room, no matter how brief or silent the intrusion.

He didn’t open his eyes or twitch when this happened, morbidly curious to see how they would behave if they thought he wasn’t aware and watching their every move. He laid there with his heart racing, listening keenly to catch the muffled steps and soft breathing, waiting for the inevitable moment that one of them approached.

They never did.

When he wasn’t sleeping, the humans held meals with him. Unperturbed by his stubborn silence, they would chatter on just as much as they had back when he’d taken refuge under their floorboards, the thread of conversation frequently derailed by quips and rambling anecdotes.

He thought he had figured it out after that first night, between the food he’d assumed was drugged and the sting of the silverware in his grip— not pure silver, but close enough to burn.

But he’d only felt more and more clear-headed as time passed, and the moment one of them had noticed his fingers spasming around a fork, they’d all kicked up a fuss and instantly swapped the silver utensils out for carefully carved wooden ones.

As though that wasn’t enough, Logan continued to check on his wounds with precise regularity, and despite the fear that rose in Virgil whenever the scent of medical supplies filled the air, the human never took so much as a hair from his head.

His care seemed designed to be as painless as possible, from the way he carefully instructed Virgil through each step of administering treatment to the damp, oven-warm cloth he would press against bandages to keep scabs from tearing free when the padding was changed.

It was bizarre, and Virgil didn’t know how to handle it.

He could see why they would want to keep his wounds clean and uninfected. It made sense; they wanted him all healed up by the full moon, not sickly and delirious in the grips of a fever.

That didn’t explain the rest of it. The meals, the sleep, the way they listened.

The way restraints still hadn’t appeared, even as he slowly but surely regained his strength.

They might have called his bluff, somehow realized that he was too weak (too attached) to turn his teeth against them, but any hunter worth their blade knew better than to rely on such an uncertain assumption.

Especially not when he could potentially do so much damage, placed in the soft, unguarded center of their home.

There was nothing to gain. His body would serve its purpose to them whether it had spent the last few weeks on a silk cushion or a stone cell floor. Why would they risk it?

Once he’d successfully spent most of the day awake, and even shuffled through the house without tearing any stitches, they seemed to deem him well enough to hold a coherent conversation.

(He’d actually been trying to count all the potential exits, maybe even see what sort of lodestone Logan was using for the ward. When Patton had caught him slinking around, he hadn’t seemed suspicious or angry at all, only overwhelmingly enthusiastic about his health improving.

He also hadn’t seemed at all wary about stumbling upon the unrestrained captive that had taken him hostage the last time they were alone, because of course he hadn’t. How had these idiots even survived this long?)

“Did you like the meatloaf?” Patton asked him, over halfway through his own meal. The three of them tended to occasionally neglect their dishes in favor of rambling conversation or spirited arguments, so Virgil was almost always done well before them.

They also tended to not ask him such direct questions, and Virgil blinked in silent surprise for a moment, waiting for him to realize his mistake.

Instead, Patton let the silence stretch, unperturbed, for long enough that Virgil finally gave a half-hearted shrug.

“His plate speaks for itself, does it not?” Roman jumped in eagerly, tilting his head towards the empty space where the meatloaf had– very briefly– sat.

Virgil resisted the urge to snort, shifting in mild discomfort at becoming the topic of conversation. They could have put basically anything edible on his plate and gotten the same result. He knew better than to turn down food.

“Dishware can’t speak,” Logan informed him blandly. “Or consume and judge the quality of food, for that matter.”

Virgil felt a flare of amusement at the look on Roman’s face, and the words slipped out without thought. “He’s got you there.”

Three pairs of eyes flicked over at the barely-audible statement, and he only barely resisted the urge to shrink back. Surprisingly, none of them seemed mad, although Roman was visibly torn between surprised delight and dismay.

“Well, I thought it was just loaf-ly,” said Patton, because he was the funniest one there. Virgil’s lips twitched as Roman settled fully into dismay with a groan.

“Must you mock me?” Logan asked with a longsuffering air.

“Your recipe was delicious!” Patton continued. “I’d love to meat the ones who made it!”

Roman groaned louder.

“You’ve already met my family?” Logan replied, confused. “My mother– ah. You were engaging in more juvenile wordplay. More the fool I.”

“I pan do this all day!” Patton paused, and then shrugged. “That one would have worked better if it was still in the baking pan.”

Roman cleared his throat.

“Wow, Specs, I didn’t know this was your family’s recipe,” he said, his words just a little too over-exaggerated. “Are they going to come to visit any time soon?”

Virgil kept his gaze on his cleared plate, trying to force down the sickening lurch in his stomach. More humans. Just what he needed.

Logan hummed. “At this point in the season, I imagine they’re very busy with the farm. If they do decide to visit, they will let me know well in advance. And yours?”

“It’s been a while since I’ve gotten a letter.” Roman’s expression soured. “Not that it matters. If he decides to visit, he’ll let me know about five seconds before he kicks the door in. Probably by screaming at the top of his lungs.”

Despite all the irritation in his expression, there was worry hidden there, too. Virgil was also feeling worried, admittedly for entirely different reasons.

(For some people, hunting was the sort of thing that ran in the family.)

“At least his visits are always… exciting!” Patton tried, sounding a little uncertain himself. “What about you, Mister Wolf?”

The words registered a beat late, and Virgil’s head jerked up enough to see that they were all looking at him, again. “What?”

“I know you’ll only be here for a little bit, but I know I always worry when my loved ones are injured, especially if I can’t be by their side,” Patton elaborated. “Should we be on the lookout for any potential visitors?”

Understanding hit Virgil like a fever, his blood running cold for a moment before spiking into an unbearable furious heat.

So that was why. He should have known.

“You won’t find anyone out there,” he forced through grit teeth. A low growl had started vibrating in his chest, and he relished in the way the three of them went taut at the noise. “There’s no one to find. If there was, I would never give them up. No matter what.”

Maybe he should have lied, pretended that there was a reason for them to keep treating him with this targeted kindness. Lead them on with stories about a pack that didn’t actually exist, make them believe he was nothing more than a naive idiot, act as though he didn’t have a single clue as to what they were trying to do. It would probably have made escaping easier.

It didn’t matter. Anger had overtaken fear, sharp and fire-bright, and now all he wanted to do was burn. They could do whatever they wanted to him, use the stick now that the carrot had so miserably failed, and it still wouldn’t ever be enough to make him give up a pack. Not to a fate as cruel as this.

Movement caught his eye, and his head snapped up with teeth bared, a snarl at the tip of his tongue as he braced for an attack–

The humans had retreated.

“We’ll leave you be,” Logan said, and Virgil realized that at some point, he’d corralled the other two out of the room and into the hall; he could see Patton’s arm around Roman’s shoulder, the two of them casting worried looks back as they shuffled away. “We didn’t mean any offense. Please call on me if you need anything.”

When Virgil only stared, his growl still rumbling from deep within him, Logan nodded once and slid the divider door into place, his footsteps retreating shortly after.

The dishes had been left where they were. Virgil’s plate was shattered, the ceramic pieces laying heavy on his lap. It was quiet.

They’d left him alone. By now, they had to know baiting him wouldn’t work. And still, they’d given him space, backed off instead of pushing on with other, more painful tactics. It didn’t make any sense.

Unless they had some other way of getting what they wanted.

Virgil curled in on himself, his growl cutting off as panic doused him. Logan knew enough about spellcraft to make potions, to set wards, to locate leylines. If they knew something Virgil didn’t, if they knew enough about magic to twist it to their own ends, and if they knew a way to find other wolves through him without his participation– if they knew about packbonds, and had a way to reveal his…

So what? He didn’t have a pack, not anymore. He didn’t have a pack. He didn’t, except.

Did any packbond count? Even ones that had only existed for a day?

The thought sent icy nausea through him, and he gripped a shard of the ceramic hard enough to break skin, his breath coming too-quick and catching in his throat.

No, no, no. He couldn’t panic. He couldn’t afford to pass out, not when he didn’t know what they might do to him while he was under. Who they might find.

Unfortunately, knowing he had to stop panicking and actually calming down were two entirely different things.

Black spots dotted his vision, and he passed out between one frantic inhale and the next.

—

He woke to something touching his shoulder, and ingrained reflexes had him snapping a hand out, lips curling up to bare teeth.

“Oh!” a voice exclaimed quietly, and Virgil froze.

It took a few blinks to make out Patton’s form in the dark. He had the human by the wrist, his claws pricking at skin, but he seemed more sheepish than anything.

There was a blanket slipping off his shoulder, one that hadn’t been there before.

The sight of it sent a miserable curl of guilt through him, one that was quickly dampened by the memory of what had happened before he’d passed out.

His hand sprang open as he scanned the room for the other two, desperately straining his senses for any trace of magecraft that had been performed on his person, only to come up empty on both counts.

It was only Patton, standing there in the dark with his hands clasped tightly.

There was a beat of silence, in which all he could think about was that one ephemeral, damning packbond, and everything he’d do to keep it undiscovered.

If he could just convince them to settle for one. For him. He could behave, he would swear it, he would beg–

“I’m sorry,” Patton said, which was so surprising that it practically stole the voice from his throat. “I didn’t mean to hurt you, asking that sort of thing at dinner.”

‘Didn’t mean to hurt’ him? How stupid did he think Virgil was? Or worse, how cruel?

“How would you feel,” he forced out, “if I’d asked you that. And it was your pack.”

The words were hardly more than a rough whisper, but Patton reeled back as though struck.

“I know,” he replied after a moment, his voice thicker now. “I know. We weren’t– It wasn’t meant to bring back painful memories. I swear. We only wanted to know if there was anyone missing you, and we didn’t think about how you would feel if… if there wasn’t. We– I, of all people, should have known better.”

Virgil’s brow furrowed as he listened, a small spark of hope flaring to life in him. It sounded like… like Patton had taken him at his word.

Was it possible that he had a chance, after all?

“Yeah, well. I should have known you’d ask,” he said, trying to keep his voice under control. “Still, it doesn’t change my answer.”

Patton inhaled, his words coming out slightly wobbly. “You really don’t have anyone? It’s… It’s just you?”

Virgil swallowed, aware that he was walking into the trap of his own volition. Once there was nothing else to drag from him, there was no reason for them to keep treating him like this.

“Yeah. It’s just me.”

Patton exhaled, slow and shaky, and reached out for Virgil’s hands. His face was hardly visible in the low light, but he was moving slow enough for there to be a question in the motion. Trying to see if he would cooperate?

Restraints right away, then.

Well. He’d promised himself he wouldn’t fight if it would keep them from tracking down the only good thing left in his past.

He held his hands out and braced himself for the burn of silver.

Instead, he felt two warm points of pressure against his palms. Patton was holding his hands firmly but harmlessly, in a grip that Virgil could break away from with a twitch. He was rubbing small circles on the side of Virgil’s hands with his little dull-edged thumbs.

It was a soothing gesture. A gentle one.

Virgil stared dumbly down at the shapeless mass their hands formed in the dark.

“Why?” he asked, unable as always to keep himself from looking the gift horse in the mouth. “Why are you treating me like this? You have to know this isn’t necessary.”

Patton withdrew slightly, seeming almost startled.

“I’m not doing it because it’s necessary, kiddo. I’m doing it because I want to. Because it seems like maybe you need it.”

“You don’t even know me,” Virgil replied, his hands twitching the slightest amount. They were beginning to tingle with that strange warm sensation that he’d felt when Logan had carried him.

“I know that you protected my partners,” Patton replied steadily. “I know that you probably saved my life, and got hurt something awful in the process. Is it so strange that I’d want to comfort you?”

Virgil paused.

That’s right. He’d saved them.

It wasn’t that he’d forgotten, it was just that he hadn’t expected it to matter. The moment they’d realized what he was, his fate had been sealed. To humans, shifters were dangerous and valuable, and so they couldn’t be allowed to live.

Even his humans knew it. Why else would he be here, locked behind wards to wait for the full moon?

It was a necessity, but that didn’t change who they were. He’d spent all this time bracing for a blow, waiting for the cruelty and malice that he’d experienced at the hands of humans before. Yet it hadn’t come.

Maybe it wasn’t coming at all.

“You want me… to be comfortable,” he tried, the words strange on his tongue.

“Of course!” Patton replied. “It’s the least we can do to repay you.”

Virgil nodded slowly, finally grasping the shape of the puzzle that had been placed before him.

Back when he was a pup, his pack had run across a solitary wolf, badly wounded. There was nothing they could do to save her, but the pack stopped anyway. They’d curled up around her, shared what meat they had from the morning’s hunt, and invited her to sing when dusk fell. For the handful of hours she’d had left, she’d been one of theirs.

His humans had their own sense of honor. They couldn’t afford to let him live, but it was thanks to him that their small pack hadn’t been torn to shreds. This gentleness, the way they held meals with him and offered him conversation and tended his wounds, it was their way of showing gratitude.

He could trust it would stay.

“Okay,” he said. “Okay.”

Until the full moon rose again, he was one of theirs.

[mountingpulisic]

YOU GOT TO BE KIDDING ME?

part one

tequila had always been your choice of alcohol when you wanted to forget. each shot representing a memory of yours that you wish you could erase from your brain. 

one for the look on christian’s face when you whispered those three little words.

one for how quickly he had gotten dressed and sped out of your flat.

one for the heartbreak that came along with the silence after the door closed. 

you weren’t blind, you had noticed him the second he came in following behind ben and mason. the three stooges, you used to call them. 

your eyes scanned over his club attire, mentally cursing yourself on how no matter how much you hated him right now, he still could cause your heart to flutter. 

you didn't know exactly when you started to fall for the former german player, had it been when the two of you binge watched gilmore girls and he agreed with you that logan was the better option for rory?  

was it when he showed up with a bag of nando’s when you absentmindedly told him you had been craving it since the arrival of your period? 

or was it that night at kai’s dinner party where he told your group of friends during a game of fuck, marry, kill that he’d marry you in a heartbeat. saying you were the most beautiful woman he has ever laid eyes on.

 you are positive that is what did it for you. 

not wanting to be faced with the constant reminder of your failed situationship, you turned your attention to the stranger next to you and struck up a conversation. 

an hour had passed and you found yourself genuinely liking the company you were keeping. his name was henry and he had just recently moved to england for his job. having to leave his boyfriend of three years behind in france, resulting in a break up. 

“enough about me, y/n. tell me something about you.” henry said, getting slightly annoyed at how much he had talked in the past hour.

“what would you like to know?” you asked, bringing the drink you were nursing to your lips. you had pushed closer to henry since the area you two were occupying was quickly getting filled, leaving little to no space. you were basically on the man’s lap at this point, not that he minded, there clearly wasn’t going to be any blood rushing down there anyways. 

“I don't know, i already know what you do for a living, how many siblings you have, what you majored in uni. however, you still haven’t brought up your love life.” 

you were hoping henry hadn’t noticed how you were purposely avoiding the topic when getting to know each other. how were you going to explain to a stranger how you stupidly agreed to a friends with benefits situation with your neighbor only to have broken the one rule set before the mutual agreement. 

luckily for you, you had been interrupted. 

unluckily for henry, he was suddenly pulled up from behind by his collar and thrown into the nearest wall. 

the five ten midfielder was seeing red by the time his fifth drink circulated through his blood stream, eyes never leaving the scene that unfolded in front of him as you flirted with the man. Christian was content in his own personal bubble of anger until he saw you move closer to sit in the bastard's lap. 

that’s when the bubble popped. 

mason and ben hurriedly flocked to christian’s side trying to pry him off of the shellshocked blonde. 

“are you fucking delirious, man? trying to make a move on my girl?” christian screamed in henry’s face. the two mens strength combined was not enough to get him to loosen his grip on henry’s collar. 

you sat there frozen, digesting the scene that was unfolding in front of you, henry’s eyes sending you a pleading look to help him.

“christian, what the actual fuck.” he seriously could not be causing a scene in the middle of the club right now, embarrassing not only you but himself as well. However, christian didn’t give a rats ass if he looked crazy as of this moment, because right now he was pissed.

right now, there was nothing more he wanted to do than rip henry’s head off his shoulders. muffled shouts and hands grabbed his shirt trying to get a hold of him to pry him off the poor guy. any minute now security was going to come and kick all five of you out. 

and that’s exactly what happened as you sat on the curb with henry’s waiting for your uber.  hands covering your face as you practiced your speech that you were going to deliver to christian after henry was safely in the car. 

apologizing once again, you sent henry off and started making your way towards the three stooges who were leaning on a wall a few feet away from the club exit. noticing you approaching rather quickly considering the fact you were in heels, ben and mason knew they had to act quick.

being the good friends that they were, quickly dividing trying to keep space between yourself and christian. ben consumed you in his arms as he fought off your hands trying to push past him to the dimpled boy as mason stood like a brick wall shielding christian from you. 

“you have to be fucking kidding me right now, what was that?!” you shout, looking around at the three men, waiting for an explanation.

final part

[a-ryu3-art]

Hi, Friendo...,Hmm...,¿Can You Draw More Terry & Logan,Please?🐷😼👹😈

Hello im sorry if to answer very very very late i was off for a long time but just let me finish my novel book and ofcurse ill be back for logan and terry aybe in 2 weeks i promise :)

[artdrawsok]

Hear me out-

Keegan tearing the world apart (not literally) to find Logan.

This man would immediately be out there tracking down the location of where Logan was. Hell, I'd imagine he'd do this by himself the majority of the time.

The Ghosts would try to get to him as quick as they could, but Keegan would just leave destruction and an aura of death in his way. Going from place to place, getting closer and closer to where Logan was being held.

The idea of this rumour of a vengeful, destructive spirit goes around both military factions. Nobody knew who or what it was but, the stories people heard were enough to leave you sleeping with one eye open. This however, was no undead being. It was a man trying to get his partner back in his arms once again.

At one point all of the heads of the federation were found dead, along with Rorke. The main building they operated under was burned down to the ground. All that was left is ash and rubble.

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Him finally finding Logan, and he just about loses it with the state he finds his partner in. Underweight, half-awake, delirious and in desperate need of medical attention.

But, he finally has Logan in his arms and he wasn't going to let anybody take him away for a long time. Let's just say, the hospital had him wait outside the operating room as a compromise, after he refused to leave the building.

[pixelatedraindrops]

Any sick headcannons about the train detectives ? I know there are some people out there that would love to hear about them being sick. 👀💕

Aaaah… Oh no, not more characters that I don’t invest myself in whatsoever… x’D Sorry but I had no time to get attached to them, so they disappeared from my brain right after Ch.0 and when the NDA detectives came into the fray x’D

Okay then, let me try to pull some things out with what little I know about them.

Zilch Alexander (real)

Like a sick animal, he prefers to be alone if he’s not feeling well to not trouble anyone else

He tends to brush the fur of his clothes as a distraction from the ickiness that he feels

He loves snuggling with his animal friends who usually don’t leave his side if he feels poorly. Especially his dogs.

He wears some of his furry scarves as part of his sickly disheveled appearance.

The ears on his hat get droopy if he feels ill.

If he has a caretaker he tends to behave like an animal with them if he’s delirious from fever. Not in a weird way, but he becomes very affectionate and likes nuzzling his face into soft places and into other people if he uses them as a pillow.

If he’s hot sometimes he sticks his tongue out when panting. (Like a dog lol)

He wears multiple furry jackets if he’s cold (though sadly this just makes his fever worse…)

If he has a cold, he has very peculiar sneezes. He doesn’t say anything out-loud, rather his sneezes are similar to a animal’s and it’s very fitful. (sadly this causes snot to go everywhere unless he covers his nose with his sleeve or a tissue)

Melami Goldmine

She’s actually very good at taking care of herself.

Even while ill she still wants to look her best. She cannot afford to look so poorly. So she wears her best outfit even if she’s not well.

Sadly this backfires when she sneezes or coughs, causing the outfit to get dirty with unwanted bodily fluids. How revolting.

So to remedy this issue, she gets the prettiest and silkiest set of nightwear she can wear at times like these.

She makes sure she has her favorite teas and coffee brands if she ever has a sore throat.

She has quality bath salts if she wants to relax and help her nose feel unstuffed.

If she has a caretaker she acts like a bit of a spoiled diva. Over exagerating her condition on purpose so her caretaker pays more attention to her. (shes needy and spoiled)

Making impossible requests and being super picky with how her meals are arranged.

(Not a sick headcanon, but I think Melami makes a very ideal caretaker. Especially when Yuma didn’t feel well. She made sure to try to help him, she seemed almost motherly. I honestly wish that Yuma accepted her help and company back to the infirmary. Maybe then she might have survived…)

Pucci Lavmin

Whenever Pucci feels or gets sick, she needs it to be QUIET.

Her ears get even more sensitive to sound if shes not healthy, especially she has a migraine or headache.

Her forte is rendered useless

She sleeps with multiple colorful teddy bears in her bed and tends to snuggle with them. (The pink one is still her favorite.)

She is very prone to ear infections. And the ear infections tend to make her get feverish too.

Shes in a BAD mood if shes ill, so she prefers to not be bothered by anyone else.

But the poor thing can’t get up to help herself due to the immense dizziness and loud ringing in her head, so she does need someone to try to assist her. As much as she may not like or prefer it.

She often cries if her fever gets too high and is super emotional when shes delirious. (A bit of a crybaby)

If shes not feeling too bad, she enjoys having soft piano or very soft classical music playing in the room while she rests. It soothes her spirit.

Aphex Logan

Another one thats usually fairly good at looking after himself.

Due to his rough time growing up in the slums after losing his family, he had to adept to surviving, even tending to himself if he got sick or hurt

Though there are times where it gets very bad, and he can’t handle it alone.

Anyone caring for him may be hard since he doesn’t trust anybody. He needs to truly be at his lowest before he accepts help.

He’s prone mostly to breathing or coughing issues due to the slums having polluted or dirty air.

If he coughs, it’s very NASTY AND SERIOUS. He may even vomit if he coughs too much.

His lungs are very delicate due to growing ip in a filthy enviornment

He tends to have fever dreams of his departed family, causing him to cry in his sleep.

And usually sees whoever cares for him as one of his parents (depending on the caretaker’s gender) in his feverish haze.

Zange Eraser

Typical old man sickness lol

He has a nasty rough and crusty cough that can be heard from a mile away.

If the sickness isn’t too bad he tries to continue his day simply wearing a mask on his face to be propper

But if it’s bad, he stays properly bedridden

In this state his forte can sometimes go haywire

And he unintentionally records things he sees in his fever dreams and he awakens with various odd imagery on his phone.

So he usually doesn’t do any detective work if he feels poorly for this reason.

He makes a lot of bathroom trips in between resting. (at times almost falling over or using the wall as support)

He enjoys watching old BW adventure movies if he’s rendered immobile in bed or on whatever sofa that he rests on.

They usually knock him out not long after.

I hope this is good enough for you to work from!!

Give those train detective fans my best c:

[ask-nico-and-the-sides]

Hey Logan! Glad to see you're functional again.

You kinda ended up kissing Cy earlier, and it was freakin adorable! Have fun with the knowledge of your delirious actions! :D

Logan: Wait- WHY AM I WEARING HIS SHIRT

Patton: Probably because it’s more casual. Easier to fall asleep in than your usual outfit.

Logan: aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

[loving-family-poll]

For a completely non incestuous topic thank you for being intelligent and including Stewy on the list of Hoes Dickmatized by Kendall Logan Roy

It's so tragic a beautiful bisexual king completely dick delirious over kendall logan roy, the lamest man alive. Kenstewy 5ever tho. He likes pancakes and waffles and kisses guys on molly