#apologies if any of these have been done before

[bunnys-kisses]

toto the terror

toto wolff

tags: smut/pwp, driver!reader, spanking/punishments, team prinicpal!toto, age gap (20s/50s), teasing, dirty talk/degrading language, rough sex, mean!toto, collars, dom/sub behaviors, power dynamic, kinky

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you should've known what was coming next when you saw you results of the weekend. you got p16, you were basically in last. and you boss didn't like being at the bottom of the grid. he paid you a lot of money to win, so do to so horribly was unacceptable. toto wouldn't allow this.

when you got yo your hotel room with your metaphorical tail between your legs. you saw a familiar box on your bed. made of sturdy wood with the mercedes logo painted on the top. as much as you belonged to the team.

you belonged to toto even more.

you swallowed as you opened the box. you gazed inside its padded interior. a black leather collar with a gold tag glared back at you. you expected it to be there just as you expected to be punished for the infraction of the weekend. you'd have to learn for the next race.

toto was an interesting man. he could be so stoic, but also abrasively passionate. his anger could be felt through any room if someone caught him in the wrong mood. and while the anger was something to avoid, especially in the tension of racing. there was nothing worse than the silent disappointment. there was a tension in the air of his own room as you knelt in front of him while he fastened the collar around your throat.

despite it being an act of punishment, this was also an act of trust.

"i'm sorry, sir."

"apologies won't save you now. if you were truly sorry you would've done better this weekend." his tone was flat while he tugged on the collar to make sure that it was securely on you.

you whined and toto patted your head, you tried to go for the belt around his waist but he stopped you. you looked up at him with a sad expression and he laughed.

"the puppy dog eyes won't work on me, you know that." he said sternly, "not tonight. you need to learn and i'm afraid i have been lacking in my lessons with you."

you whined when he patted your cheek with a little more force than normal. he'd never hit you with a closed fist, but he'd leave another pair of cheeks bruised. you swallowed then said, "please."

"no." he said lowly as he got you across his lap. there wasn't a stitch on you except for the collar around your throat. a symbol of toto's ownership over you. he squeezed the roundness of one of your ass cheeks and you moaned. he gave it a rough rub before he laid a smack across the skin.

your back arched as you hissed through your teeth. you held onto a pillow on the couch . your jaw tensed when he laid another smack across your skin. it made you buck against him.

"don't make me pin you down, slut. you know i will tie you up like a hog and tease you until you cry." his words were a promise as he continued to land smacks across your ass.

his hand covered a lot of surface across your skin. you hissed when three more slaps cam down. but he kept you down against him.

you weren't going anywhere toto didn't want you to go.

"you are so useless to me. useless on the track. i can't believe they allowed you get a license. you don't belong anywhere near a car or a track, my little failure of a driver." his voice was tense and it made your bottom lip wobble. he laid down more smacks across your behind. you knew it would be purple come morning.

maybe being unable to sit properly for a while would do you some good. maybe the sting of it would linger until you won another championship.

he grasped your cheek once more and the pain made your toes curl. he heard your groan and it made him chuckle. your curse words in your first language made him laugh.

"you'll behave now? you'll finally understand how much i've invested in you. you are my most expensive purchase. and i expect returns. either with your wins or your body."

you swallowed before you said meekly, "i'm sorry, sir. i won't fail you again." your hips rolled when you felt another painful smack.

when he was finished giving you your punishment, he pushed you onto the carpeted floor of the hotel room. you fumbled and whined when you got carpet burn on your knees from the impact.

"don't cry over that. i've done worse to you than a little carpet burn and you moaned." he said as he took off his branded button up and got his cock out of his slacks. he remained mostly clothed in a white undershirt in his slacks. no need for a messy girl like you to ruin his work shit. (someone had to work around here).

toto wolff was a man who loved control. while he usually kept his drivers on a loose leash, not you. he needed total control over you. he needed you on a leash that nearly choked you.

so when he kept you on the floor by the couch, your knees bruised like your ass. you felt the heat in your core. you felt the fire in your gut from the power he held over you.

he rubbed his cock up against you. he briefly teased your cunt before he sank himself into you. you tried to find support from something, but the rough carpet just hurt your fingers while your boss fucked you. "you're no good. only good with your mouth. maybe if you didn't run it so much for the press, you could actually use it for it's real purpose. getting me off. being my stress relief. you being in a car is a mercy i could take away. you're a seat warmer when you should be my bed warmer."

it made your toes curl. his words burned in your brain and you heavily panted against the rough carpet. your heart raced as he had you almost bouncing on his cock.

"you need to learn to behave, you need to learn to win. you need to be the best. if you're not the best, then you're nothing to me." he groaned.

the movements were rough and you felt the pleasure between you two. your short nails dug into the carpet, unable to grab leverage of anything. you were at the mercy of your lover.

your boss.

the movement continued and you felt all rationality leave your head. there was little left in terms of thoughts as toto made sure to push you further into the carpet. he pressed your head into the carpet. he shifted his knees to go at a quicker pace. he noticed the shake of your ass with each heavy movement. he curled over you as he hit against the right areas.

"please sir, i'll win the next one. i'll win all of them!" yur back arched. you felt the rush in your system. your head felt a buz while he remained balls deep inside of you.

"promises, promises." he grunted.

you were at your lover's mercy. you were under him and it made you core swim. you eventually pressed your cheek against the carpet, you accepted the carpet burn across your skin. you were pushed further into it with each hard thrust.

you whined, "i mean it! i'll make you proud!" your bottom lip wobbled more as he continued to roughly fuck you.

he shook his head and clicked his tongue, "i hear the words, but i've yet to see the action, you know i'm a man of results."

you knew that, you knew that painfully well. toto expected the best out of you. that was why he collared and spanked you. he said things that often made you ears burn

the pace was rapid and rough. he didn't stagger despite his age. he didn't pull his cock fully out, he made sure that every inch was shoved inside of you. that you were familiar with him, that you could taste him in the back of your throat due to how hard he was fucking you.

"you feel so good. taking my cock is more nature to you than driving. maybe it's time for a new career path."

"no, please sir! i want to drive I want to win it all! i want to be your champion!" your mouth hung open for a moment as you felt the inferno in your guy.

toto muttered something in german and you felt the pleasure flood your head and with a few more thrusts, you finished around him. you clawed at the carpet and arched your back. your noises were tight as you came.

toto muttered something against your heated flesh as he continued. he fucked you roughly against the carpet, he left you needy. he left you wanting more. you were greedy for him. he let himself fully take you, he heated noises grew before he slammed his cock as deep as it would go as he finished inside of you.

you panted heavily as you tried to come back to reality. toto came out and admired his work as he got his sticky cock back into his slacks. your bruised behind with cum dripped out of you achy cunt. he rubbed you behind and you whimpered.

"now, you'll be good, right? next week will be better?"

you croaked, "yes, sir."

-

"you've done it! first place yours!" you heard toto's voice over the radio. you cheered as you drove the car back to the garage. you beyond happy, this put you back in the league to get the wdc.

"let's go! let's go!" you cheered.

"careful now." toto said, "remember the rules. don't want community service after your win!"

you laughed, "of course, sir, of course!" you couldn't contain yourself. you believed this was the start of a winning streak. toto gave you a good luck charm before the race. his cum inside of your slick pussy after he fucked you in the driver's room. you believed that your boss' training would make you a true winner. <3

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

The Arcana HCs: Babysitting Taiga

~ written for @vesuviaweekly's prompt "Familiar Swap" ~

WELP here it is, I'm boring so my irl cat Taiga is my self insert (Drue's) familiar. And as we all know, familiars do reflect their owner's feelings for the people around them ...

Julian

Generally adept at recognizing the personality in things and immediately started referring to her as "her ladyship"

Got bapped (claws in) the first time he got carried away trying to bond too fast. Gave her all of two minutes of space before resorting right back to pspspssing

Known to engage in long conversations with her (she's very vocal as far as meowing goes) and loves making up silly conversation topics (you caught him with a stray in the dumpster? no!)

Frequently ends up on the other side of the "i'm not impressed" cat stare and usually takes that as his cue to provide ear scritches

Will simply pick her up for snuggles whenever he wants them, which she will hop out of as soon as she's done (she does tolerate his affection longer than most visitors, though)

Asra

Often jokes that Taiga could just as easily be their familiar as Drue's, just like Faust. They're weirdly in sync

So. Many. Catnaps. As soon as he starts fluffing up a pillow pile, Taiga's kneading the closest fluffy blanket so she can curl up against him as soon as he lies down

One of the few people she will purr around

Knows they're an enabler and consistent source of treats

Has been known to sit on his chest, make eye contact, slowly and deliberately place a paw on his nose, and then meow pitifully until he gives her pets/treats/food/attention

Has a habit of swatting at their necklace when they play

Will allow him to dress her in whatever weird accessories he's made/sourced for her and then wake him up at 3 AM in revenge

Nadia

Nadia didn't jump straight into Taiga's personal space as soon as they met, which is why they get along so well. There's a healthy respect there

Trips to the Palace can be stressful for a cat who's not familiar with it, but visits always end up going smoothly

Likes to climb on her lap while she's talking and loaf there

This does lead to Nadia idly stroking her, which initially resulted in getting gently nipped but is now usually greatly appreciated

Drue still apologizes for the first time Nadia came to the shop, pet Taiga while she was in her lap, and then got nipped. Nadia thinks it's a great story. Taiga has no shame about it

Taiga prefers sitting in her lap/on her shoulder to Drue's while she's in meetings. They like to play into each other's regal auras

Muriel

One of her favorite napping trees. Tall, permanently warm, usually wearing some kind of fur - he's perfect

Often attempts to groom him (licking his hair/scruff) in thanks. Muriel appreciates the warm gesture but not necessarily the cat smell that gets all over him as a result

Probably the only person Taiga's never swatted at/bapped. He's too much of a calming presence for her and so hands-off that all the affection involved is cat-initiated

Freaks him out completely when she has zoomies. She's moving too fast, happily yowling at the top of her lungs, and using his shoulders as a springboard for the ceiling

Despite his apathetic attitude, he always shows up with a scrap of fish for her and has been known to carry her around like baby

Portia

Clicked from the get-go. Portia knows cats and Taiga knows safe people. There's just one problem - Pepi

To say that there was some initial tension there would be an understatement. Neither of them want to miss out on any potential affection from the humans around them

Thankfully, they do quickly discover that it's possible for cats to enjoy each other's presence, at which point Taiga enjoys visits to the cottage for Pepi more than for Portia

All four of them (Pepi, Portia, Drue, and Taiga) have healthy individual doses of chaotic impulses so getting them all together in one space quickly devolves into questionable decision making

Constantly meowing back and forth with her, which often culminates in a two-minute case of zoomies

Lucio

She met his dogs before she met him and it didn't go well

Taiga was a street cat in a rough area before Drue found her. Her fight-or-flight instinct is hardwired to fight and that's exactly what she did when Mercedes and Melchior shoved their noses at her

Those poor dogs got several hefty whacks to the noses

They get along much better now - especially when there's a surface she can chill on out of the dog's reach, just to reinforce personal space boundaries

Likes Lucio's human hand pets, but gets immediately spooked anytime his metal hand makes contact. It's cold

Will walk up to his white clothing items, wait for him to say "don't touch that", and then make eye contact while she very purposefully places a single paw on it

[thatshadowcomic]

tbh there's a scene thats so clear in my head, just gotta iron out the details:

Sonic is sent off to find Shadow, claiming he can talk to shadow and get this mess sorted out (were still in classic style btw).

At the cave:

Maria lay sick in a makeshift bed, hidden in a dark cavern with a hole at the top, moss hanging down. There was some kind of battle, after Eggman attack Knothole, and Shadow/Gerlad/Maria were spotted, assumed to be in cahoots with Eggman. Sonic doesn't think they would have done something so brutal and this its a misunderstanding. He wants to hear Shadow's side, but all he finds is maria, laying sick, pale and seemingly in a coma. Maybe he find shadow by her bedside instead? Shadow spin dashes him/tries to chase him off, but sonic warns him that maria needs the royal's help. that she's seriously sick. Shadow wants nothing to do with them, convinced they'll jail them both for their relation to Eggman and Gerald. By this point, Gerald's been captured and will likely be sentenced to treason/death.

"You might not want my help, shadow... but she needs it..."

"I was created to help her, just go away!"

"I'm your friend, shadow, Im not going anywhere."

"I didnt have friends before, I don;t need them now...!"

"Well sucks for you, doesn't it--"

Maria tenses up, likely in pain, stopping them from fighting. Shadow moves to help heal her, but his powers are depleted after whatever fight went on, so he struggles to help as Maria slowly fades away. He begins to tear up, desperately pushing himself, but he doesn't have any energy left. I feel like she'd apologize, maybe this is where the promise scene occurs?

"Shadow..." He looks up, surprised she's awake again,

"I'm sorry I broke my promise...I couldn't support you like I said..." She smiles.

Obviously he could care less, telling her it's okay, "But Please promise me Shadow... promise to protect this planet for me... That you'll appreciate everything it has to offer..."

"M...Maria?" The moment of clarity makes shadow's stomach drop.

"Shadow, you gotta let me take her!"

"Promise me... you'll bring hope to all of Mobius..."

As her eyes close, Shadow panics and breaths heavy, like right before you start to cry kinda breathing. "Sonic...!" He abruptly turns, desperately crying out,

"if youre really my friend-- p-please! Please help her...!"

Sonic doesn't argue with him about joining, instead quietly nodding and taking maria back to the castle.

At the castle:

Sonic brings maria and tries to convince Sally's father, who's shocked,

"Are you insane?! That monster will already be desperate and full of rage when he realizes we captured his creator! Why would you bring her here?!"

"He's gonna be pretty desperate and angry if anything happens to 'er too!"

Sally joins and says something like "He trusts Sonic, maybe this is a perfect time to establish a line of trust with us, get him on our side before Eggman gets to him!"

The king reluctantly agrees, having her taken back. He decides to give Shadow space for now and formulate a plan, avoiding pressuring him... or so he tells Sonic and Sally.

That night, at the cave:

Shadow lays in the makeshift bed, noting the dried blood. He curls up in a ball, tense, all alone for the first time. He has to trust sonic... Sonic knows he wouldn't hurt people...right? He hears a sound and thinks sonic finally returned, but it's guards, who used sonic's communication device to track where sonic went. He tries to escape, but his powers are too low to warp away and they over power him. He tries to explain he never hurt anyone, that he was trying to help. The scene ends with Shadow Crying out for Maria, for help. Sonic would return after a day or two, not finding Shadow, no matter where he looked... He would have assumed Shadow went back into hiding considering Eggman seemed to know nothing about him... In reality, the King couldn't kill him, so they held him up, deep under the castle with specially made shackles/capsule. They wouldn't connect for years... maybe 8 or 10?

I can't decide if he'd be awake or not, maybe partly awake? Like he wakes up years later, after they stop maintaining his capsule? Myabe once Chaos is defeated, that energy passes by him and he escapes? Myabe Eggman finds him like SA2?

Maybe after Perfect Chaos is defeated, all that energy passes through Shadow, reinvigorating/awakening him. I have such a clear visual of sonic and shadow meeting again as he rips the castle apart...

based on this:

[1toreyouapart]

The Lies We Tell

***FANFIC THAT INVOLVES REAL PEOPLE. 18+ ONLY. MDNI. DO NOT READ IF YOU DON’T LIKE FANFIC THAT INVOLVES REAL PEOPLE***

Summary that tells you nothing: Sometimes everything you ever wanted has been right there, within reach, all along.

CW/TW: Angst, fluff, swearing, friends to lovers, jealousy, smut, fingering, PinV, pet names, friends with benefits, more to come as I actually get things written out.

Masterlist

Apologies and Heartbreak

Quinn lay there in the dark, watching as the clock ticked over to 1am. She had been in bed for hours, desperate for sleep yet unable to. It was too quiet in the house. Usually there was the telltale sounds of everyone downstairs. Random shouts, usually followed by the boys laughing. The sound of a cupboard door closing. Water running in the kitchen as someone rinsed their dishes.

They had been gone all day, hard at work in the studio. Their brief little respite after touring done before it was back to the grind. It was funny how quickly she got used to those sounds and missed them as soon as they were gone. Might as well get used to it now. It was only a few weeks out to their next tour. Then it would be another two months of silence. They seemed to always be touring these days. Or always in the studio. Sometimes she missed the days when there was more time to just hang out. When all of them could spend lazy days at the beach, or head up north for a weekend.

A soft knock at her door interrupted her thoughts. Weird. She hadn't heard anybody come home. Normally it was chaos when they walked in. Her hand slowly reached to her nightstand, searching for anything she could use to defend herself. Everything was locked up. She was certain of it. It had to be one of the guys letting her know they were home. Had to be.

"Quinn? You awake?"

Noah.

"Come in," she called out, scooting over to make room for him in her bed.

The soft click of her door opening and closing, followed quickly by her bed dipping as he slid into her bed beside her. She couldn't see him but knew by the way he moved that he was exhausted. One long arm slid underneath her, the other wrapping around her to pull her into him, those same arms locking her in place. Carefully she reached up, trailing her fingers down his face. Of all the things she missed, she missed this most of all. These quiet moments with her best friend.

"I'm sorry, Quinn." His voice was barely above a whisper.

"What for?"

"I shouldn't have ghosted you like that. I kind of, uh, panicked. I shouldn't have done any of the shit I've done." He sighed, his breath fanning across her face. "I can't lose you, Quinn."

Brow furrowed she pulled back slightly, willing her eyes to actually just fucking adjust to the dark. She could just barely make out the outline of his features. Apologizing for the weird attempt at hiding from her was one thing. But the rest? When she was a willing participant? That was a bit insane to her.

"Yeah. You shouldn't have tried to disappear on me over a fucking kiss. We live together, dumb ass. Did you really think that was going to work out for you?"

"Like I said. I panicked."

"Okay. So, maybe don't do that again? I don't know what to tell you, dude."

"Quinn."

"Noah."

"You're doing that thing where you ignore half of what I said again."

Quinn shrugged. The best she could, anyway. It was a little difficult with how tightly he was holding onto her. Noah wanted to talk about it, but she wasn’t ready to. Nor was she ready for the inevitable “it won’t happen again” part of that talk. That was too much like a full on rejection, and a girl could only take so much before she snapped.

“Doesn’t need to be talked about, Noah. It happened. It’s fine. I’m a big girl that knows how to say no.”

Noah was quiet after that. So quiet she was certain he had fallen asleep. There would come a point where it had to be talked about. She knew that. Even with him not trying to hide from her anymore things were different. Almost like he was distancing himself entirely. But yet, here he was, in her bed at 1am like nothing had happened and everything was totally normal. Everything was confusing. He was confusing.

“I’m sorry.” He pressed his lips to her forehead, squeezing her just a little tighter. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

Her throat constricted and she swallowed, desperate to shove down the urge to cry the more he talked. Sometimes she wished he could just take the hint and shut the fuck up.

“Go to sleep, Noah,” she whispered, not quite trusting her voice. What a fucking mess.

Tags: @collisionofyourkissmakesitsohard @mrscevans @supersquirrel1996

[weapon-xox]

Poolverine writing idea, if you're still taking in ideas!! (It has a bit of angst, but it becomes fluff towards the end hehe) Basically Logan and Wade share a room in his apartment(since it's cramped and all), they're both asleep in the same bed. Logan suddenly has a really bad nightmare(possibly about his past) and kind of stabs Wade on the side with his claws in his sleep. When he wakes up, he does so in a panic when he realizes the blood on the bed and his claws in Wade. For a split second, he forgets about Wade's healing factor and starts to panic and profusely apologize, but Wade just takes his hands in his and starts to reassure him that he's alright, he's not going anywhere, and that he didn't do anything wrong, it's okay.😞😞

thank you for the request!

Logans nightmares are always the same, sometimes the hazy images and distorted voices of those who stood above and watched as he lay awake, pumped full of adamantium while scientists, doctors and government officials laughed and drank over his suffering, spoke of the ways he'd be used as their weapon, how they'd wipe his memory and use him for their own sick gains.

Weapon X they had called him, and while they claimed he was a failed experiment, before he'd killed most of the room, Logan felt he was to blame for every man, woman and child who'd been used after him in any attempt to replicate what would otherwise had been a successful weapon. In a way, that hurt him worse than the adamantium had, the needles that pricked his skin, made his heart stop.

The poster boy for a perfect weapon gone wrong.

Othertimes, and more frequently, his dreams were of the X-Men. His family, who he had walked away from, found piled up like wood, their blood like a fire. These dreams were hazy as well, but far too clear for his liking, no head injury other than trauma to wipe his memories of that night. He'd shoved his own claws through his head on some occasions, fresh after the massacre, but they didn't prove to work as well as a good old fashioned bullet to the head. It helped, a little, but he could still remember and he really didn't want to remember.

Except it was his fault, and it was selfish to try to forget about his X-Men, about what had happened, about what he had done in the aftermath... A victim of his own uncontrollable rage, although Logan would never dare look at it that way. He deserved these dreams, to remember, and nothing could change that.

What woke Logan up this time was a soft, quiet groan. His eyes flew open, the room dark other than the gentle embrace of the moon through cracked blinds. Logan was panting, thick body hair soaked and clinging to his equally as damp skin. Half propped on his side, eyes still tired and wet from sleep and his nightmare, Logan could hear a voice - it felt distant, but close, a soft chant of his name and soon a hand on his wrist, far too kind, undeserved.

Logan looked down at that hand, at his own hand, and the moonlight was in just the right position that the first thing Logan really managed to take in was the blood soaked sheets. Eyes trailed up, his claws were sticky and wet with the same blood, and Logans heart stopped at the source.

He didn't remove the claws yet, still stunned, but looked at his victims face. There was no pain there, no anger, instead twisted only in slight discomfort but otherwise Logan was sure that expression meant worry.

And that's when he retracted the claws. That's when the string of apologies began, heavy sobs as he begged for forgiveness, desperately pushed his hands against the wounds he had made to try and stop the blood but all it managed to do was cause Wade to yelp out a little 'Oh!'

"Sorry-" Logan choked out, and although the wounds had already closed, and Wade was still breathing, Logan just wanted to die. "'m sorry. Didn't mean to-"

"Shh," Wade soothed, his voice like butter in Logans ears but no, he didn't deserve to hear it, to have Wade console him when he had been yet another victim of Logans claws just moments before. "It's okay, Peanut. Daddys here-"

"Don't-" Wade laughed softly. A laugh, that was a good sign, a sign of life. Logan was starting to wake up a little more now.

"You're right, I'm sorry. No time for jokes, huh? Wolvies going through some big, bad feelings," Wade purred in his ear, a hand on Logans head, scratching at all the right places that Logan couldn't help but to lean into his palm.

"It's okay, Lo. I'm here, and look- I'm safe! These bad boys tried to heal while you were still inside of me, not in the sexy way-" Wade looks to the camera and mouths not today, at least, then looks back at his partner with a smile. "and no more blood. Well, not fresh, anyway. I might need to wash these sheets."

Unconvinced, Logan lifted Wades shirt, squinting through his lashes to avoid fully seeing the damage, but... Wade was right. There was no sign of a wound, no fresh blood. His breathing was even, his heart was still beating, and he was looking at Logan with love in his eyes and the Wolverine wanted to run away.

Maybe Wade had sensed that, because the second that Logan even shifted the hand in his hair grasped at his strands, tugged with just enough force that Logan has no choice but to look at Wade, whose expression turned dark.

"Don't you dare run from this, Logan. I won't let you, actually, but I know you're thinking about it." Logan whines, deflates a little bit, and Wades face is soft again. "Oh peanut."

Wade takes his hands, smooths over his bloodied knuckles, massages his thumb between the still unsheathed claws that hadn't gone back in yet. He's able to coax them back inside of Logan, allowing him to relax enough to want to put them away, and chased the claws and the quickly healing gashes with kisses and quiet words of encouragement.

"There we go, princess. Look at you, so good to me, for me. Whose my good boy? Huh?" Wade could only laugh when Logans eyes narrowed. "See? I'm okay. A little thing called regenerative healing, does that ring a bell?" Logan thought for a moment, then nodded.

"Yeah, I... Sometimes I forget. Not used to it, I suppose. Sorry, bub." Wade shook his head.

"It happens."

"It's gotten people killed-"

"But not me."

Logan went silent, because Wade was right. Not him. Never him, because while Logan felt his own regeneration was some sick kind of joke, it was a blessing on Wade (not the circumstances of how he got them, of course).

Wade was okay. He was here, he was breathing, laughing, smiling. Logan wanted to pinch himself, figure out if he was still dreaming, if Wade was about to drop dead at any given minute-

but he hadn't, and he wouldn't, and Wade was kissing him and it was very real. Logan melted, fisting into Wades ruined sleep shirt, chests pressed together. They stayed like that for a long while, breathing each others air rather than kissing, Wade muttering over and over about how he was safe, needed Logan to know he was safe, and that he still loved him so fucking much.

Logan didn't say it back, he was no good with words, but Wade could feel it when Logan would lean into him more, would breathe in his scent. He knew Logan loved him by the way he'd stare at him across the table at breakfast as he ate or drew pictures, how Logan was the one to make him the big pile of pancakes topped with fresh fruits and syrups, whipped cream and a chocolate drizzle. Just how Wade liked.

Logan loved him in the way he'd take care of Wade, how he'd bathe him, hold him, watch as he'd throw a huge tantrum all because his mess had been shuffled around slightly and now he can't find the thing he needs, but the love in Logans eyes never wavered for a second.

And, oh god, did he ever love him with his body.

Logan had his ways of showing it, too scared to say those three little words because everytime he does, someone dies, and Wades been cursed to live forever but with Logans luck, saying I love you would break that curse, and the next time Logan stabs him in his sleep he won't be so lucky.

So, Logan loved him, Wade knew this much, so when Logan would take out his nightmares on his scarred body, how could Wade possibly be mad? He just couldn't. He could never rid Logan of his nightmares, the mutant had them every time he closed his eyes for any length of time longer than a blink, but he could just be there for Logan, hold him, tell him it was okay and that nothing Logan could ever do would hurt him. Nothing physically, at least.

Logan doesn't say I love you, but as they both start to finally drift off to get a few more hours of sleep, and maybe Wade was dreaming now, but he could've sworn he heard the small voice of a frightened sounding Wolverine whisper back, "love you too", and Wade spent the rest of his night watching Logan sleep, ready to protect him from his next nightmare...

But it never came.

[rfxiii]

So glad to see you posting again! Welcome back!

I was thinking, how about maybe some dating headcanons for Franklin? You know, just some “what it would be like to date him” HCs? How fast he’d fall for you, what kind of stuff you’d do together, etc etc etc.I need to feed my lil crush on him! Thanks! 💚

(Thank you for the request! I always love getting requests for Franklin! 💚 He doesn’t get nearly the love he deserves, so thank you for requesting him! 🙏🏼)

To start, Franklin is a fairly confident guy when it comes to flirting. He’s attractive, smart, and skilled, and he knows it. And when he meets you, and sets his sights on you, he won’t hold back with the smooth talk and blatant flirting.

That being said, he actually finds himself pretty nervous when it comes to asking you out on a date. You guys probably hung out socially a handful of times before he took his chance asking you out. And it’s only once you’ve said yes to him that he realizes he has no idea where he wants to take you.

He floats the idea of making a reservation at one of the expensive restaurants Michael likes, he considers taking you to the movies, or maybe a bar. But in the end he settles on taking you down to the pier— you can walk together, get a chance to talk, and he has high hopes he can win you one of those cheap stuffed animals from one of the rigged game booths.

Franklin doesn’t just wear his feelings on his sleeve by any means, but when he starts to fall for you it’s obvious. It’s probably around three or four months into steady dating that he realizes that this isn’t just casual for him anymore. It’s like, one morning after you’ve stayed the night he sees you breeze through the kitchen, with one of his shirts on, and he knows right then that he wants this to be a serious, long term thing.

And it’s about a month or so after that he finally has the confidence to tell you he loves you. He’d been more than sure for a while, but he’d kept the words to himself until he was sure you felt the same way. He’s done his fair share of messing up in his past relationships, and he wasn’t about to take that chance with you.

He likes taking you to different sports games (mostly football and basketball), to car shows (he’s a big car guy), and out to nice bars. But he’s certainly not opposed to anything you want to do, even if that means getting dragged along to go shopping after he’s picked you up coffee and driven you all around Los Santos.

But while he does enjoy going out, Franklin's favorite activities mostly involve you guys staying at home together. He likes being extra as hell when you guys have stay at home dates. He’ll order food from, like, two or three different places, he gets a few bottles of good wine, puts on music, and plans out movies to watch and games to play. He loves the opportunity to get you all to himself, in a chill environment, where it’s just the two of you with no outside distraction.

You know Chop isn’t technically Franklin’s dog, but you spoil him like he is. By the time Lamar gets him back he can’t stop whining about how you and Frank ruined his “killer” dog.

You both have your share of arguments, and some of them get a little messy (not as bad as Michael and Amanda tho 👀). But, at the end of the day, you both love each other. And Franklin knows that, more than anything, he doesn’t want to lose you. He’s stubborn, but he’s also apologetic and forgiving. He’s not too proud to apologize first. And he’s patient enough to wait out any petty attitude you may give him until you’ve both calmed down. He loves you, and he won’t let a disagreement get in the way of that, ever.

All in all, Franklin is definitely the type of man you could have a long future with, if you’re willing to overlook some of his more..criminal activity. He may get up to some occasionally dangerous things, but he keeps a distinct separation between all of that and you. He’s protective as hell. And if there’s one thing you can always trust about Franklin, he’s always going to make sure you’re taken care of and safe.

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the beatles, everybody

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Clannibal + textposts

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Canaan House

Gideon

Harrow

Ianthe

Jod

Mercymorn

G1deon

Dulcinea

Judith

Nona

Alecto

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lu ten is alive.

lu ten is somewhere in ba sing se.

lu ten, like his nephew, believes he is someone else. lan-wei smiles as he tells iroh that. he was the subject of his first experiment- the only one long feng ever permitted. it was more useful to the dai li to keep prince lu ten alive and well than it was to kill him. he'd been tasked with making sure the fire prince became a loyal earth kingdom citizen. he smiles and tells him that if he wants to find lu ten, he ought to ask his nephew.

that is all he tells iroh.

a very ugly feeling rolls in iroh's gut as he listens to the man. he has changed since then, but he was once a very fearsome general. he knows many ways to extract information from the unwilling.

he does not think any of them will work on lan-wei.

they cannot openly search for lu ten in ba sing se any more than they could openly search for zuko. he asks his nephew if he ever saw anyone that looked like his cousin, but zuko just frowns, a distant expression on his face before he quietly confesses that he does not remember what lu ten looks like. the memory of his cousin's face seems to be another victim of his newly patchwork memory.

(he recalls enough of his life before lee- but there will always be pieces missing.)

iroh shows his nephew a portrait of lu ten, and zuko stares at it for a long time, before he scratches his head. are we sure lan-wei was telling the truth? i don't think i ever met my cousin while i was lee. but he also admits that digging through his memories of that time is difficult for him. he's afraid of diving too deeply and forgetting who he is again.

but he also knows how important lu ten is to iroh.

his nephew has vowed never to wear earth kingdom green again. he burned all the clothes that lee brought with him to the palace. but just once he dons the color again. iroh watches as his nephew looks at himself in the mirror and freezes- and then slowly, steadily takes a long, deep breath.

("i'm not lee," zuko mutters, "-i'm not."

he regrets looking in the mirror. he'd seen lee there, not zuko. it was stupid. all he'd done was put on different clothes. they were just clothes, but he felt his posture shift the moment he put them on. he knows he's holding himself more like lee.

but he was doing this for uncle.

he goes back to the middle ring. back to the lotus blossom. the owner smiles at him in greeting. he'd sent another letter to her when he was still lee, apologizing and telling her he would not be coming back to work. he'd gotten a really good offer elsewhere. the natural lee smile that was so hard for him to dredge up during his date with jin graces his face so much more easily as he tells her he's here as a customer this time.

you're zuko, he reminded himself, remember that.

he picks the table best suited to watching the other customers. his fingers twitch each time a regular comes in. what is he doing, sitting here drinking tea? he needs to get up and do his job. he has to steady himself each time, but he never stands up. a few of the regulars come over to talk to him, and he desperately wishes they'd go away.

at the same time, one of them could be lu ten.

uncle, zuko reminds himself, you're doing this for uncle.

it is mid-afternoon when min-su shows up. his favorite regular practically makes a beeline for his table, sitting across him with a broad smile. well, isn't this a turn around! never thought you'd be on the customer side of things. care to share a cup with me, kid?

he rolls his eyes and tells him he's not a kid anymore.

min-su laughs, strokes his beard and-

-his beard.

his beard that always felt so wrong on him. zuko digs the portrait out of his pocket and looks up at min-su. the beard and mustache does a lot to disguise his face, but...

...min-su is lu ten. he's positive. he looks at his cousin, but lu ten is not behind those eyes. min-su is.

...suddenly, he understands how everyone around him must have felt around lee.)

can't add it now, but consider: lan-wei was so good at brainwashing zuko because this is actually his second time brainwashing a fire nation prince. or: lee has a favorite regular. it's a guardsman named min-su who always comes in during his break. he's a refugee who moved here a little after the dragon of the west's failed siege.

it's funny. they get along like they've known each other all their lives.

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Ben Linus + textposts

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Scott Pilgrim Characters as Text Posts but they’re mostly of Stacey and Neil cause I’m obsessed with them :]

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Right?? I apologize in advance for how long this is, but I have a lot to say. Honestly, Thor's relationship w Loki is so interesting and So strange at times. Like, there's this:

This cannot be, but here I see a face I know so well/Loki should be dead, but here she sits, a broken shell

Which is our first introduction to Thor at all and introduces us to the undeniable fact that he thinks Loki should be dead. And then:

Odin passed judgement; we all watched her die/But if that is Loki she'll pay for her lies

Which immediately redirects his anger onto Odin. Thor insists over and over again that he wants Loki dead, even basically saying he'll kill her himself--

Either you take care of Loki, or I will

--But he sure doesn't do that when he has the chance. Not when he first sees her, not after he's dragged off by Odin's guards, not later. When Odin brushes him off, it's like he forgets what he's angry at Odin for, the fact that Loki is alive and mind-wiped, and instead of doing anything about that focuses all his energy on hurting Odin. But there's all the clues that what Thor is really angry about isn't Loki being alive, but what Odin has done to her, which might make the direction of his anger make a little more sense-

It's hard to tell if his anger is from seeing the woman who murdered Baldur still lives, or because of what Odin has done to her mind.

And

And your mercy's defiled Loki's brain

And

Loki deserved to die in her right mind

And then, of course, he smashes the lock on her compartment, which is an insane thing to do, and starts working with Sigyn, which is an equally insane thing to do. Imagine you're mad at your boss for not killing a terrorist so you respond by letting that terrorist loose on a train and allying yourself with a second terrorist who is also married to the first terrorist. That's insane. But it might make more sense if you're actually mad at your boss for doing some kind of unethical medical procedure on that first terrorist.

Now, I have a theory that for sure introduces some plot holes but fixes some other ones: Maybe Thor was working with Sigyn earlier than we know. Because, hey, if he didn't have any contact with her earlier, how did he even know she was on the train? Thor seems to have a lot of resentment and anger for Odin that definitely doesn't just stem from discovering what happened to Loki. He doesn't even like the Bifrost or have any personal attachment to it (FUCK you and FUCK your train) and Lyfrassir seems to think that all this is because he wants control of Asgard, but if that's the case he's going about it weirdly. And why was he "poking around with the master key" and opening random compartments? If his insubordination to Odin is because he wants control and not because of any suspicion or disapproval of her actions, that... Really doesn't make sense?

I definitely don't think Thor is a radical like Sigyn and Loki in this theory, but I do think he could have been allied in some way with the Midgardian resistance and maybe he was starting to lean in that direction. It would explain why he knows Sigyn is on the train at all(which could also be explained by what you said about Sigyn finding his compartment), why he's willing to work with her so quickly, and why she's willing to work with him. It's not like this is the only possible explanation for any of these things, but it is a really interesting possible explanation.

There is also the question of what Sigyn and Thor's plan actually was in the engine room, before they saw... the engine room. They were going to dismantle the train somehow, right? But why? What's the goal there? It completely goes against Sigyn's original plan to hijack it and free the prisoners at Hel, so we have to assume getting Loki out is her new priority. But what's Thor's new priority? How does this help him unless his goals are the same as Sigyn's?

Of course, Thor still has really complicated feelings about Loki. Which I think still makes sense in this theory; Loki did kill Baldur, who we can assume Thor considered a friend, and she had some goals we can still assume Thor doesn't agree with. But Loki was also his friend once and he might be growing a little more sympathetic to her cause. And, obviously, regardless of this theory, Loki isn't herself, even by the end of the album, and Thor can tell that. Putting aside my theory completely, it's probably hard to be angry at a woman who's essentially a ghost haunting her own body. It makes sense that he loudly insists he wants her dead but when they're face to face he's instantly the softest we've ever seen him and can't bring himself to offer her anything but a peaceful end.

Ultimately I think it's kind of great that their relationship is so confusing. The gaps in our understanding of what happened between them work because a lot of the story is about absence. What might fill in those gaps is what Loki has to say about their relationship, but we can't have that, because she barely knows who he is anymore. Wahoo.

You know Odin's descent into madness and everything going on with Loki and Sigyn is absolutely fascinating but it's also mostly outright stated or inferable based on information given in the album. Lends itself to headcanons but not a lot of real theorizing to be done because things are at least mostly explained. Thor, though? Jesus Christ. NOT explained. What the FUCK is going on with Thor.

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Armin defending his right to simp.

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