#so out of defense i come out. i come out to people i meet and realize i hang out with a lot. to avoid misunderstanding!!!!

[ranoutofficssoiwritemyown]

Hello! Can I request the lads boys with a reader that’s typically super composed losing their composure? It could be something serious or super small, they just hit their breaking point.

Okay, this might be longer than I intended it to be but les go

Zayne

Zayne flinches slightly when you slam the door shut as you enter.

“Hello, dear”

“I can’t fucking believe it”

Zayne raises his eyebrow. He has never, and he can swear that he never, ever heard a swear word coming from your mouth, nor has he ever seen you this angry.

“Don’t these people look where they’re going at all? Look at my shoes, they were white when I left home this morning. At least three people have stepped on me. What the fuck?”

Maybe Zayne should thank god that you don’t notice how he sneaks a glance at the calendar and once he makes sure it is nowhere near your period he stands up and approaches you, however, you interrupt whatever he is going to say while you’re pacing back and forth.

“Then I was late to work, and to make matters worse I got stuck in the elevator. I was there for at least half an hour. And when I finally meet Jenna, because that’s why I was there actually since it’s my day off, I found out that I can’t go to any mission for at least three days, because a certain doctor doesn’t recommend it”

Zayne’s eyes widen at her last sentence. No, he’s not scared of you, generally. But he’s also never seen you like this. The thing is, you and Zayne are on the same wavelength. Both of you are calm and composed, even during arguments, which are rare, none of you raise your voice. Now he’s standing here watching you pace around in his office and shouting curses because you had a bad day, part of which is apparently his fault and… he fears for his life.

Only when he sees angry tears does he come out of the trance and grab your hand pulling you to him. He cups your face and you look up at him with a frown.

“Okay, take a deep breath with me” he inhales deeply and you copy him. He does it a couple of times before seeing you slightly relax “Good. Now, listen to me. I understand you had a bad day and I’m sorry that you can’t go on missions for a few days, but you had an injury a week ago”

You open your mouth to speak but he shushes you with his finger on your lips.

“Shh, let me. I know it’s healed, but you were on bed rest and even if you feel like it, you’re not completely fine. Let’s give it a few days, hm? Trust me, I’m not doing this just because.”

You stay silent and Zayne sighs.

“I’ll be off in an hour. How about you wait for me? Then we can go home and have hot chocolate while watching the show you’ve been begging me to watch together for weeks.”

“I wasn’t begging…” you mumble as you look down.

“What was that?”

“Okay”

“Okay,” Zayne kisses your forehead before you get comfortable in the armchair in the corner of his office.

Rafayel

‘Well, she needs a fucking exorcism’ is his first thought as he sees you stomping in his studio. Apparently, your cat is lost, and Rafayel might or might not have something to do with it. In his defense, it wasn’t on purpose. How could he have known that if he’d leave his door open that little devil would run away?

“I knew I shouldn’t have left him with you, I’m so stupid- actually no, you’re so stupid. How the hell did you lose him?”

“I told you, I left the door-”

“I know what you told me, it was rhetorical- god is your brain of a fish too?”

“Wow, that’s mean”

Rafayel pouts slightly and he would become dramatic in a moment if it wasn’t you being dramatic right now and you weren’t even doing it on purpose. Oh no, Rafayel has never seen you this furious, nearly having a mental breakdown and his brain short circuits.

“He must be so scared and hungry and… lost” You sniffle and Rafayel realises you’re crying.

“Hey, hey, look. We’ll find him okay? Thomas is out there searching for him. I’m so sorry I lost him but we’ll get him back, I promise”

“How? You don’t even-”

“Look who I found”

Thomas enters the studio with an orange cat in his arms. You run to him immediately and Rafayel sighs in relief. He thinks you would actually kill him if Thomas couldn’t find the cat.

“I owe you my life” he whispers to Thomas.

Rafayel approaches you, eyeing the cat in disdain.

“I’m never leaving you with him,” you say to your cat.

“Oh- oh no. Please don’t take him away from me”

You laugh at his sarcastic answer.

“I’m sorry I called you stupid”

If Rafayel couldn’t act dramatic before, now was the perfect time.

“Yeah, you should be. That was really mean, you know? Your words pierced through my heart like a dagger-”

You cut him off with a kiss

“Does this make up for it?”

“What was I talking about?”

You laugh.

Xavier

Xavier has never in his life regretted anything like he regrets letting you play on his gaming console. Who would know that as much as you are calm and collected, there is a rage in you that only the videogame can take out on the surface. Maybe not. Xavier knows you've been stressed lately and maybe you're taking everything on your teammates in some stupid videogame. Either way, it doesn't look good.

“Are you serious? You are a support for fuck’s sake, why are you taking my kills? I’m the adc here. I’m playing with degenerates”

You’ve been shouting at the screen for so long that Xavier becomes tired. He tries to tune you out, he really does, but there’s only so much he can take. He gets up from the bed and unplugs the gaming console. You look at him like he just stabbed you in the back.

“Wh-what- why? Oh my god, I’m gonna get banned for being afk”

“It’s my account, I’m gonna get banned and I don’t care. This game is driving you crazy… and me”

“But-”

“No,” he says it like, you’re a kid “Come to bed, I wanna take a nap”

“I’m not sleepy,” You say while yawning and Xavier chuckles slightly.

“Okay, come on”

You take his hand and drop to bed, taking him with you.

“I bought a new hero, by the way”

“YOU SPENT MY GOLD?”

“Shh, let’s sleep”

You shush him quickly as he grumbles something under his breath. Whatever, it's a much healthier coping mechanism anyway.

Sylus

Sylus didn’t expect to see you bawling your eyes out when he entered his bedroom. To say, he is surprised, would be an understatement. The most out of control he has seen you is when you… well, when you wanted to kill him, to be honest. Even then, he pulled the trigger on himself. So seeing you in his room, sobbing in his bed is something new and terrifying. In a second he is beside you, gathering you in his arms while you sob into his chest.

“Sweetie, tell me what’s the matter. You know I can make it disappear, whatever it is… or whoever it is.”

You don’t answer, couldn’t answer. But you try to get ahold of yourself.

“He-” and a sob escaped your lips again.

Sylus stayed silent to give you time to gather your words as he planned the most painful ways to murder whoever ‘he’ was, in his mind.

“He loved her and he didn’t tell her, because-” you sniffle as Sylus gets more and more confused “because he thought she would never look at him”

You grab the book beside you and suddenly everything makes sense. You’re crying because of a book. Sylus almost laughed, but he stopped himself from making a grave mistake.

“But she loved him too and now she’s married but they both still love each other. And she named her son after him”

Sylus understands half of it as he wipes your tears.

“What do I do with you, kitten, hm?”

“What?”

He laughs before kissing your cheek

“I’ll get the bath ready and tell me about the book while we relax, okay?”

“Okay”

“And maybe next time, don’t give me a heart attack”

You frown.

“It’s really sad. Doesn’t it affect you at all?”

“Fictional tragic love? Not my cup of tea. But coming home and seeing you having a mental breakdown over a book affects me… a lot, may I add”

You laugh sheepishly

“Sorry”

He kisses you, before disappearing into the bathroom.

Caleb

Caleb has known you since childhood and has seen every side of you… or so he thought. He can swear he has never seen you so angry and to make matters worse, you’re angry at him. Now he regrets every life choice he has ever made.

“Okay pipsqueak, calm down-”

Another apple comes flying to his face and he barely avoids it.

“Don’t tell me to calm down, you asshole. Am I your prisoner now? You locked me in your house while you were god knows where and even had the nerve to not answer my calls. I swear-”

You try to throw another apple at him but he grabs it before you can.

“I know, I know. I’m sorry but I wasn’t near my phone, what was I supposed to do?”

“Maybe not lock me into the house?” You exclaim.

“Oh, you’re so hot when you’re mad”

There is a moment of silence before you lunge at him.

“Fuck, sorry, I shouldn’t have said that- Ow!” He rambles as you hit his chest repeatedly. He steps back and trips over something. Next thing he knows, he’s on the floor and you’re on top of him, straddling his waist. You are breathing heavily as you blow loose strands of your hair from your face.

“There’s something wrong with you”

You say calmly and he stays silent.

“Why would you-”

“You tried to leave”

He says suddenly.

“What?”

“How would you know you were locked in if you didn’t try to leave?”

You look at him dumbfounded and almost started pounding on his chest again.

“I didn’t know what to expect when you’d wake up and I had to go to work. I didn’t want to come home and find you gone so I did what I could think of… And I really wasn’t near my phone when you were calling me, I swear.”

“you are so stupid”

You mumble as you get up. He follows you and dusts himself off.

“I wanted to get some air, take a walk but no my boyfriend is a paranoid freak”

“I’m your boyfriend?”

He grins suddenly. You watch him for a minute before letting out a scoff

“An idiot is what you are”

[stellewriites]

and harmonise

showing all parts of myself a bit of love here while i figure out my place on the aroace spectrum

gaz x reader

aro gaz, ace reader, fluff

you’d realised you’d liked kyle for a few months now. it felt inevitable given your close friendship, his cracking smile and caring nature; plus those egregiously tight, but oh so flattering, workout shorts he insisted on wearing throughout the summer.

the slow development of feelings snuck up on you until one day you realised the urge to kiss him was blaring like a siren in the back of your mind as you listened to him talk about some album his mate johnny had lent him. you’d not panicked though, it had felt only natural to fall for him. as one of your closest friends, you knew first hand how lovely he was; in fact, you were surprised it hadn’t happened sooner.

you also knew nothing would come of it. the entire time you’d known gaz, he’d never once really dated, the few people he’d introduced to your friend group were never officially titled girlfriend or partner and didn’t stick around for long. you’d always dismissively assumed he maybe wasn’t keen on commitment, and since you didn’t date all that much either, the topic never came up between the two of you.

you’d met on a work’s night out at christmas seven years ago. he was a coworker’s friend that had come to meet them in the pub and you’d hit it off immediately when you coincidentally sat near each other at the table.

by the end of the night you’d swapped numbers and started to hang out more and more often; as the years went by, you’d only gotten closer.

this came to a head one evening when you were sat on his couch, sprawled next to him after finishing your takeout and watching his football team lose on tv.

you’d been flirting lightly all evening, teasing him as his team missed easy passes and stealing his food while he threw his arm over the cushion behind you and pushed his plate closer. you felt something brewing between the two of you and after a few encouraging messages from your friends you finally decided you were going to ask him out when he walked you home later.

his phone pinged on the coffee table in front of you and you snickered when you saw johnny’s name. “looks like you’ll owe johnny fifty quid in about an hour,” you said and kyle groaned into his hands.

curled over with his elbows on his knees you rubbed his back

“guess pizza’s on me next time then,” you said and he looked up at you with unimpressed eyes.

“you’re meant to say my team will pull through, babes. win at the last second,” he huffed.

“i don’t like to lie to you,” you simpered sarcastically. you nudged him playfully when he rolled his eyes.

he looked at you then, your glistening eyes and teasing smile, and leant down for a soft kiss, his tongue making an eager appearance but barely brushing against your lips before he was pulling back.

he hovered close and you giggled quietly, cut off when he dipped back in, firmer this time. you kissed him back just as encouraging, held him close by the shoulders and licked into his mouth before he got the chance to tease.

you didn’t know how long you sat there for, separating for quick moments to catch your breath before going back for more, magnetised and desperate to be close.

when you finally took a minute to break free, breathless and giddy, you gained the courage to joke with him. “so what are we?” you asked the cliche dreaded question with a put on voice and an exaggerated expression. you broke after a moment and snorted a soft laugh.

kyle however had frozen. “uh, friends still?”

you paused in turn, surprised even if you were only originally kidding. you weren’t expecting to be anything right now, but the term friends didn’t sit right with you after that kind of kiss either. you frowned and your hands dropped from his shoulders. “what?”

kyle cleared his throat, growing a little cagey and defensive.

“i’m not looking for anything, you know? but this is fun, babes. it could be more fun even.” he gestured between you.

“oh. i don’t… kiss my friends like that.” you shook your head softly, but then moved to hold his hand. “not that im judging, but i mean, i thought you liked me?”

“i do,” he nodded. his sweet eyes were genuine.

“but you don’t even want to try dating me?”

he sighed, jaw growing tense as he shook his head. he pulled his hand free from yours and ran it anxiously over his hair.

“i don’t like you like that,” he admitted softly, hesitantly, eyes guarded.

“oh,” you said, hurt. you pulled your hands close in your lap and bit the inside of your cheek. “ok. you just like me for sex.”

“i like you as a close friend,” he corrected firmly. “and yeah i think you’re very sexy and beautiful and i’d enjoy having sex with you, but that’s secondary.”

you felt your reflexive upset start to fade as you listened to him properly and you nodded. “i’m not built for casual i think, ky,” you said with a strained smile.

he nodded.

“not everyone is, it’s ok.” he sat back to give you both room. “are we ok though?”

you nodded immediately. it wasn’t his fault you were sensitive to rejection and the topic of sex that usually came hand in hand with it; scorned as you were by one too many previous partners that didn’t stay interested once you set your boundaries.

“yeah! it’s just— it’s funny really, because i’m literally like wired to not be into what 90% of casual is. i’m ace.” you felt the need to explain. might as well tell him since you’d already kissed the guy.

his eyes brightened. “you’re asexual?”

“…yeah, you know what that means?” you felt your shoulders start to relax.

he nodded. “i’m aromantic.”

“oh!” you started to huff a laugh. “fucking hell, that makes sense. ok, so we’re like two sides of the same coin then.”

he smiled down at you once more, his body relaxing and his arm finding its way to the back of your seat again. “looks like. what’re the odds, eh?”

you snorted. “jeez, it really wouldn’t have worked out. i would’ve been way too needy for affection for you, and i doubt you’d be happy with only getting your dick sucked every tuesday.”

he frowned, offended. “i like affection.” the hand over your shoulder tugged on your earlobe as if to prove it.

“shit, sorry i was just basing it off of the other aro people i’ve met before. i didn’t want to assume but i did exactly fucking that, put you in a box.” you winced.

“oi, apology accepted so stop beating yourself up, babes,” he knocked your shoulders together before turning to face you head on. “seriously, stop. i’m into that sort of thing and you won’t want to take care of it.”

you sputtered a deep laugh and slapped his chest as he grinned down at you.

“so…” he said after your laughter slowed down and silence took over. you looked up to see him pouting. “you’re saying you don’t want to keep kissing?”

you shrugged, reticent. “i still don’t kiss my friends like that.”

he nodded, grabbed his drink and chugged the last gulp back.

“and what if we weren’t friends?”

“but you just said you don’t like dating,” you said. “or like implied it.”

“and you don’t like sex, but you’d be willing to try sucking my dick every tuesday,” he joked, but you saw the serious look in his eye. “it doesn’t have to be dating or like— we can make it what we want. our rules for what we’d like from our relationship.”

you stared at him, speechless.

“so we wouldn’t be dating, but we’d be together?”

he nodded shyly. “if you wanted to try it.”

you pulled out your phone and searched on google ‘queer platonic relationship’.

“like this?” you tilted the screen so he didn’t have to lean so far into your shoulder, but he didn’t move away.

“sure, if the label helps.”

“i do like labels,” you mumbled under your breath. he smiled at you fondly. a thought occurred to you and you nervously bit at your fingernails before looking at him. “would we be exclusive?”

he thought for a moment. “is that what you’d want?”

you nodded. “i think so. at first at least.”

“then yeah, we could try that. if it works then great, if it doesn’t then we let the other know,” he said. he lifted your hand to wrap your pinkies together. “no holding shit in, babes. i know how you get.”

“fuck you, you’re just as avoidant,” you said but shook your hand lightly to indicate that you agreed. “so… we wouldn’t celebrate valentine’s day, but you would come do my weekly shop with me,” you said, trying to get your bearings.

“you could take me as your plus one to your friend’s wedding next month, but i won’t clap if you catch the bouquet,” he agreed.

you laughed, starting to get it. “even with the tax benefits we’d get from being married?”

he squinted at you. “ok, i’ll snap like at those pretentious poetry readings.”

you huffed and shook your head. his match had started back up and you watched the team run from one end to the other for a few quiet minutes.

“hey, we don’t have to decide now. we can talk about this more after you’ve thought about it,” he suggested lightly, watching you.

“why don’t you need to think about it?”

“i’ve done it before,” he said easily. “not with someone ace, but, you know, every relationship needs adjustments and this would be no different. we just need to feel it out as we go.”

“fuck,” you whispered. “that kinda convinced me.”

he rolled his eyes. “just have a think about it. i’ll come by yours tomorrow to grab you before gym and we can go over the details more on the way there, talk about do’s and don’ts, see if we’d actually fit or not.”

“what if we try it and it doesn’t work out?” you asked a little naively, voicing your biggest concern. you worried about the ‘what ifs’; what if you grew too attached, too jealous, or worse, tried to break your own boundaries to keep the relationship from ending.

you knew logically that you weren’t the type to get jealous, that kyle had always managed to balance his time between you and his older friends and that that wouldn’t suddenly change; you wouldnt be upset if he slept with other people given it wasn’t something you were interested in; he’d already told you he liked affection just as much as you did; and that he’d make an effort to check in with you - just as you would with him. but—

“then we’ll go back to being friends without the kissing,” he answered reassuringly, squeezing your shoulder and pulling you into his side. you sighed and snuggled close; that’s what you needed to hear. “you’re stuck with me, babe, not a lot you could do that’d have me fucking off now.”

you smiled and kissed his cheek. he practically glowed under the attention.

“ok,” you nodded. “you know i’m going to be researching everything about this deep into the night right?”

he groaned. “just relax. the internet isn’t going to have all the answers, babe. this is about us now, not anyone else.”

you hummed. “reddit might know something though.”

“jesus fucking christ…”

“hey! you’re the one who’s interested in me like sexually and uhh, emotionally? aesthetically? platonically? i don’t...”

kyle raised his eyebrows expectantly. “all but romantic.”

“right. so you know what you’re in for and you like it.”

he smiled. “i know.” his gaze flickered over your face. “do you?”

you’d been friends for years now, great friends. this would just be like a cherry on top of an already fantastic sundae.

“yeah. i do.”

“cool. then we should kiss a bit more since my team’s already lost,” he suggested and you snorted.

[literaryvein-reblogs]

When your Characters Need to Stay in Love

To stay in love - means to maintain a romantic connection and relationship for a lifetime.

Whether or not you choose to solidify such a connection with your partner through marriage is up to both of you.

At the end of the day, putting in the effort to remain in love and avoid heartbreak has more to do with daily actions than a single wedding ceremony.

As long as you can continue to approach one another with an open heart, you have the chance to stay in love for a long time.

How to Stay in Love

There’s no one secret to what makes for a long-lasting relationship, but there are certain ideas you can put into practice to make it easier to stay in love. Keep these tips in mind as you spend each day reminding your partner how much you love them:

Communicate your needs. Every long-lasting partnership requires effective communication. Your partner won’t know what you need from them unless you tell them in the first place. If you notice your relationship trending toward a point of stasis, take a step back and ask yourself if you’ve told your partner everything that’s been on your mind. Make sure they know how you hope to receive love from them and ask how they would like to receive love from you, too.

Compromise on nonessentials. To have a healthy relationship, you and your partner will both need to decide what’s nonnegotiable and where there’s room for compromise. For instance, your partner can be honest that they can’t change something essential about themselves for you but also still be completely in love with you. Fortunately, when it comes to trivial matters, there’s likely to be plenty of room where both of you can meet each other in the middle.

Date each other long term. As you settle into a long-term and loving relationship, continue doing fun things together. Try to plan weekly date nights as well as occasionally longer romantic getaways from time to time. Go to places with sentimental value for both of you. Explore new areas you’ve both always wanted to see. Seek out concerts and other events you know will be positive memories for both of you.

Engage in productive conflict. Long-term relationships can sometimes flounder and hit significant speed bumps. For that matter, it’s common for even the happiest couples to experience at least some degree of conflict. In either case, relationships can sometimes feel like hard work. Circumstances like these require you to fight with each other fairly. Avoid defensiveness or cruelty, choosing to mutually listen and empathize with each other instead. Consider speaking with a marriage counselor if problems persist.

Express your love often. There are an endless amount of ways to say “I love you,” so do your best to zero in on the way your partner most palpably experiences love. For example, some people might want you to explicitly tell them you love them on a regular basis, while others might feel more love if you just do little things around the house for them. No matter what the case, do whatever will make your partner feel special and communicate what you hope they would do for you as well.

Maintain independence. A good relationship is a balance between individual independence and joint togetherness. Staying in love doesn’t mean being around each other all the time and putting your individual lives on hold. You should both still have time to see other loved ones, tend to your own mental health and physical wellness, perform meaningful work, and pursue enjoyable hobbies. When two fully formed individuals come together without any sense of codependence, they have a better chance of making their romantic love last.

Spice up your sex life. True love obviously goes quite a bit deeper than sexual attraction, but sex still remains a prominent aspect of staying in love. Sex can operate as a tangible experience in which you both can renew your sense of affection for each other. Try new things with each other in bed if you both are willing. Alternatively, there’s no problem with expressing your physical affection toward each other in more comfortable, routine ways, so long as you both remain satisfied.

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[howlett-dekarios]

𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝

▏Cage-fighter!Logan x Reader

▏Summary: Charles gave you a mission of recruiting a new mutant. Not everything went according to plan...

(Scott is an overprotective older brother)

▏Warnings: kinda mean!Logan | virgin!reader | NSFW | MDNI | riding | public sex | car sex | breast play | slight overstimulation | fingering | unprotected p in v (wrap it before you tap it!) | squirting |

▏Word count: 6,5k

You were surprised when Charles called you into his office. Sure, you were considered as a part of x-men, but since Scott was known for his overprotective nature of an older brother, you barely have been sent on any missions. Stuck in the mansion as if you were still a freaking student. 

“You wanted to see me Professor?” 

“Oh yes, come in Y/n.” He smiled reassuringly, searching through some documents on his desk. When you sat down, he stopped his previous work and focused his attention fully on you. “How are you?” Always a polite and lovely older teacher. 

“Good if we don’t count how Scott has been a pain in the ass lately.” It was met with his little smirk and shake of head. “But you didn’t call me just to chat, am I right, professor?” 

“As perceiving as always, my dear. I wanted to see you because of a rather delicate case.” A light sigh left him, but the smile was still formed on his lips. “You see, at the conference I attended, I met an old friend. But it can’t be seen as a good type of meeting.” 

You got a slight idea about what he was possibly talking about. Magneto. All of you in the team knew how tumultuous the relationship was with these two. Old lovers who separated because of different perceptions of the world and humankind. Too divergent for them to make it work. 

“I have my reasons to believe he’s planning something special for the upcoming conference on which the mutant case will be discussed.” Special was clearly an understatement for the word bad. Really bad if Charles was willing to start his defense before Magneto would do even the first step. “That’s why I need to ask for your help. I believe that Eric wants to acquire a specific mutant for his own purpose.” 

“Why?” 

“That’s the main reason why we need to get to him first. I don’t know.” 

Not good. Even terrible if anyone would ask for your opinion. 

“Why me?” Usually it was Storm who recruited  new faces, shit even Scott sometimes, but never you. 

“Because of your mutation, my dear. The man I want you to find is rather… reluctant when it comes to people. Not very fond of anyone reaching out to him.” 

“You know this guy, professor?” 

“I’ve met him once, yes. That’s why I know he wouldn’t like to see my face again. But your  mutation will be very useful to get to him.” 

Though both of your brothers had mutations connected with energy blasting, yours developed in completely different ways. You were an empath. A very powerful if believing Charles words. Despite not fully understanding its full potential, even now you could read people's emotions. Influence them to your will. Search through the memories that were strong enough to leave a track. Empathize, share and resonate with others' pain, ecstasy or anger. Sometimes you also could see the past through objects that people had core feelings about but you couldn’t control that particular fragment of your ability. Usually it just happens without you having any power over it. Like a passive observer drawn into the vortex of events, forced to experience them in a few seconds, like a stop-motion movie. Professors promised you that at one point you will be able to control it, but so far you haven’t made any progress in it. 

“What you want me to do? Find him and?” 

“Understand and talk him into coming here. While being alone he’s an easy target for Magneto to come for, but here he will be safe and out of reach.” 

“That mutant… he has a name?” 

“Logan.” Another sigh left your former teacher, like he was trying to recall an old memory. “The Wolverine.” 

You were packing in your room when Scott came in and leaned over the door. 

“You have everything?” 

It was the first time for him to let you go on a solo mission. He had been trying to convince professor to let him go with you, but Charles stood his ground, persuading on you dealing with it on your own. Your brother didn’t like it in the slightest, but it was an old man who had the final word. 

“Yes, Scotty.” You sighed, knowing that he was simply worrying about you. 

“You sure you don’t want me to drive you there.” By drive you knew he meant the jet flight, so you only shook your head, dismissing his offer. 

“I’m a big girl, Scott. I can take care of myself.” 

“I know you can, sunshine.” His tone was less rigid than normally would’ve expected in such circumstances. Scott knew that the only thing he could do now was assure you about your abilities and his faith in you. Show his support and trust. “Just fulfilling my duty as an older brother.” His words made you chuckle. On a daily basis this type of attitude was rather irritating but now when you couldn’t really tell how long you're gonna be gone? It was sweet and you definitely will miss your little banters. “Remember though it’s only a recce. You find this guy, kick his ass if it’ll be necessary and call me so we can pick you up, okay?” 

“Yeah, I’m the best at kicking asses.” 

“Damn you are, N/n.” You both laughed at that, looking at each other. You could say a lot of stuff about him, but in times like that, you couldn’t imagine having anyone else as a brother. Especially after Alex's death. “Come here, you little monster.” You walked towards him and soon enough ended up in a tight hug. “Love you, you know it, right?” 

“Love you too, asshole.” You mouthed back, smirking, your head on his chest, enjoying the warmth of his embrace. 

After hours of traveling you finally got in an obscure bar in a small village in Canada. The spot where Charles told you the mutant had been last seen. The place was cramped, mostly drunk guys in their forties. To say that you weren’t a perfect fit here was a huge understatement. From the moment you entered and sat near the counter, a lot of those men were giving you curious and dirty glances. 

But you had to focus on the task. While ordering a drink you heard a loud explosion of roars and got curious about the source of them. Quickly you grabbed your glass and walked over to the crowd circled around the cage, some unconscious guy had been dragged out of. 

“Gentlemen! All my years I haven’t seen anything like that! Will you really allow this man to get away with your money?!” 

In the meantime when the announcer cheered the crowd, the guy who was still standing in the cage zeroed a whole glass of whiskey at one. Probably won’t be any advantage in the next fight, you thought. 

“I’ll fight him!” Some drunk dude yelled next to you and stormed into the cage. 

His posture was bigger than the other fighter which made you bet on him. The naked chest one wasn’t even looking at his opponent when the other had made his first move, punching and manhandling him to the fence. It wasn’t a fair action, but you supposed that nothing in this dirty place could be expected to be one. The situation changed completely in the next two seconds because the former champion kicked him off immediately, receiving another round of roars and applause from drunk men around you. 

“The Wolverine, everyone!” 

Bingo. 

You’ve waited another hour or so and the bar slowly emptied, most of the fans of amateur fights and illegal betting already gone or sleeping drunk in the corners. But the man you’ve been looking for nowhere to be seen even though he left the cage some time ago. 

“You lost, doll?” The rough hand came to the back of your neck and you felt that characteristic flow of emotions pass through you. A drunk idiot who just touched you had only one particular thing in mind and you didn’t like it. His head clouded by need of sticking his dick into something, in that case: you. “Need company? It would be such a shame for a beauty like you to get hurt. It’s not safe in the city by night, you know?” A dirty laugh left him, your skin feeling his hideous breath on your neck. 

“Not interested.” 

“Oh come on, doll, you can’t expect to sit here all alone and not make guys believe that you long for some funny time-“ 

You wanted to channel his thoughts on a completely different track which would give you time to get away from him, but before you could’ve done so, you felt how that guy was pulled away from you. 

“She said she’s not interested, bub. Get the fuck out of here, will ya? Night over, look for some whore to stick your dick into.” Your savior’s voice was threatening, almost wanting that asshole to try something. 

But even in his drunken state the guy knew better than that, evacuating from the place as fast as his wobbly legs allows him to. 

“Thanks.” You whispered relieved how it all worked out without getting messy. Wolverine only checked your posture with indifference and then sat a few stools away. 

Shit, Charles was right about one thing. That guy wasn’t the chatty type. 

“Gimme one bear and gonna head out, Ted.” 

“Some lucky girl waiting for you or what?” Bartender laughed, opening the bottle and setting it in front of the other man. He hasn’t received any answer though. Instead Wolverine lighten the cigar, looking at the small TV broadcasting news about the government conference. The same one that professor mentioned and the one which Magneto wanted to destroy. “Anything for you, sweetie?” 

“I’ll pass.” Logan retreated his eyes to you once again, taking a puff of his cigar. His judging sight drilling into your head, but then returned to the news. 

You really wanted to talk or touch him to discover  why he’s been like this, but before you got a chance to do so, two men approached him from the back. Judging by their facial expression it screamed trouble. 

Another day of the same fucking fate. Him walking in the bar, drinking some alcohol, knocking out some overconfident morons and then taking the money he gained by making this shit show entertaining. Logan wasn’t sure anymore why he even bothered with it. At first he wanted to understand his past: flashbacks of his memory which led him to a village in Canada. But for the last few weeks he got none of it. No information, no single clue which would make his mind clear about what the fuck had happened and who he truly was. The only good thing about him ending as a cage fighter was the owner not caring about him being mutant, even being overjoyed that Logan was being his an inexhaustible source of income from the illegal gambling. 

After the last fight of the day he was exhausted from all the screaming and shouting. Intoxicated assholes weren’t his problem or at least not until some dickhead would’ve decided to mess with him or kick in the balls like the last jerk who was quickly pacified not so long ago. 

Though the second he saw how some drunk perv tried his luck with the young girl near the counter, he only groaned deeply, heading to help her. A place like this wasn’t the right one for a night out especially if you’re a pretty, young and innocent looking girl who’s there all alone. He shouldn’t care, you’re not his problem, probably even wanting that sort of attention if you willingly chose to spend your night here, but sometimes his morals were taking over him. 

After scaring the freak away and you thanking him, he really fought with himself not to talk to you. Who knows, maybe you would propose to pay him some way. Not in money, preferably being a good laid for the night. Fuck, he really hasn’t had sex in a long time now and honestly if a sweet little thing like you would be okay with it… But he didn’t ask. That way he would’ve ended up being just another asshole. 

The cigar and beer that Ted opened for him had to be enough prize for being a decent guy. 

“You owe me some money.” Logan felt the scent of a man who tapped his back. The same dumbass who was so eager to kick balls in the fight. His more sane friend tried to pull him out of the idea of messing with Wolverine, but with no success. Too fucking bad. “No one man takes punches like that without the mark to show for it. I know what you are.”

“Listen, bub, you lost your money, you keep this up, you gonna lose something else.” Preferably his dick but the arm or teeth would work well enough. For most people Logan was intimidating enough not to try anything after the first and at the same time last warning. But this man obviously had to be another level of idiot. 

“Watch out!” You screamed not knowing that he could sense how that dickhead took a pocket knife from his pocket before you’ve even opened the mouth. It could be considered as a cute gesture, the way you cared and wanted to warn him. Really an innocent little thing you are. 

In no time Logan pinned the asshole who attacked him to the near wall, his two claws out, the middle slowly coming out, the animal anger clearly seen on his face. It was quite a shock that the guy who faced him didn't shit his pants. Well, maybe not yet. 

“Keep your horses, Wolvie.” Ted, said in a calm voice. Shit, Logan really craved to just cut that fool head off but he had a deal with the owner. No killing if he wanted to stay there and get his money. That’s why he slowly retracted his claws, nodding with murderous face at guy to get the fuck out of here before he would’ve changed his mind. His blood was still boiling in pure fury but instead of ripping this place apart, Logan took out another cigar and put it in his mouth, adjusting his jacket. “See you tomorrow?” Bartender asked, but knew the answer anyway. 

“Whatever.” Logan murmured under his breath and stormed out of the bar without giving you any second thought. 

You knew you shouldn’t have come here again. Scott texted you last night concerned why you haven’t reached out yet. Your only answer being that things got a bit complicated but you can handle this. Apparently only quick intervention of Storm and Jean made him sit his ass down and not storm here right away. 

So here you were, sitting by the same counter and drinking some coke mixed with vodka, waiting for your mission to finally come in.

“You really are looking for troubles, princess, aren’t ya?” He gave you a look full of judgment and hesitation. But something else was hidden behind it. The way he smirked, tone of his voice… almost teasingly pleasing to hear. 

“Maybe I am.” You smiled back, forcing yourself to hold his gaze. 

“Yesterday you got lucky, sweetheart. Tonight you may not have enough of it.” No knight on a white horse would save you. Not Logan. 

“I’ll take the risk.” 

It only made him smirk once again, not believing how naive you were to think you can survive in such a place. 

Seeing him getting ready, warming up in that cage shirtless… it made you feel things you didn’t think were possible in real life. In the mansion you haven’t had much choice in developing your social life. Most of the guys were students, younger than you and being afraid of Scott enough not to even approach you without a good reason: training or other school stuff. Of course your brother couldn’t fully control what you’ve been doing behind the closed doors. Fuck that was probably the reason why Storm gave you a vibrator for your last birthday to help yourself with your needs on your own. But here? With Logan’s naked sweaty chest and dogtags hanging on his neck. You squeezed your legs to get some friction because otherwise you were sure about going crazy. His hair made into little kitty ears weren’t helping your sanity either… 

The night had been going on very identical to the previous one. Him making a pulp out of his opponents who were stupid enough to walk into the cage. His movements were almost hypnotizing. The internal animal while fighting just to be gone a second he had a break for a sip of whiskey. Your attention was less and less focused on your main task, but you had still in mind how he had vanished yesterday. 

It was a freaking stupid idea. Probably one of the most foolish and ridiculous you ever had. So just in case you’ve sent the localization of your phone to Scott, texting him to start the engine. 

“Is there any person who is brave enough to stand this beast? Face him and return the money to you? Or you gonna-“ 

“I will do it.” Your voice echoed through the room, firstly met with silence just to make the crowd laugh. 

“You sure? This is no place for little ladies like you, pretty.” Announcer laughed, trying to disarm all the tension. 

“I’ll take the risk.” You repeated the same words you previously used in little chat with Logan, already walking into the ring. 

Shit, you were rather confident about your fighting skills, your training partner being Colosssus of all the people in the mansion who was a good two feet bigger than you… but you’ve never faced anyone with a healing factor. It definitely was a horrible idea. 

“You go easy on her, we clear?” The man with a mic whispered to Logan’s ear but you heard it anyway. “Don’t need some dumb chick’s blood on this floor and these drunk fucks to get involved.” Logan only nodded, zeroing his drink and turning around to face him. 

Your outfit definitely wasn’t helping your case in being more intimidating. Some washed out jeans and black top showing your thin arms. As if this man would’ve been even intimidated by you in the first place after rescuing you yesterday. 

“Listen princess, maybe it’s not about others, huh? Maybe it’s about lack of survival instincts. Or you’re just dumb. Nothing personal.” He hasn’t attacked yet, rather waiting for you to make a first move. “I’m not into playing with girls. Not like that.” Such a gentleman. “You still have time to-“ 

But you didn’t let him finish. Roundhouse kicked him back strong enough to make him move two steps backward. Your foot stung like hitting a fucking wall, but Logan just smiled. The grimace dark with a hint of surprise and determination. Like your move just made it all more interesting for him. His head still lowered, he run his tongue over his teeth and chuckled. You’ve tried to charge again, stroking blows and using your advantage of being more flexible and agile. Unfortunately with no success because he dodge them all. Just like he could have sensed your movement before the punch even hit. Quickly enough he had you in a headlock, standing behind you.

“You lost, princess.” He whispered, grinning proudly. 

Before you were able to answer you felt that familiar wave of power flowing through you. His dogtags were pressed against the back of your neck which activated the part of mutation you couldn’t control. 

Images from his life passed in front of your eyes. Him talking with some military officer, how he got his claws and all adamantium in his body. The following events: the farm and older marriage that helped him and got killed, discovering the truth about the whole intrigue he got involved into, the fight side by side with his brother and how he lost his memory. But more importantly, all his pain and anger. It all lasted only a couple of seconds but the intensity of it made you squirm, tears falling down your cheeks. Now you understood the reason why your foot hurt after kicking him. This guy had freaking metal instead of bones inside his body. 

The connection broke with him letting you go, stepping back like he just got burned. 

“I-I’m sorry…” You’ve coughed out, looking at him with glassy eyes. Pure fear on your face while apologizing for something you couldn’t even understand. But the only thing you’ve been met with was anger. The realization hit you instantly. You haven’t only relieved the memories from dogtags, but at the same time also linked with Logan himself. The emotions of a man whose mind had been invaded without any consent. You fucked up, because the man who stood in front of you wasn’t just a fighter anymore. It was so much more. 

The dark expression of a monster who’s been set free off the leash gave you enough reason to genuinely believe you not gonna get out of it alive. 

Logan’s head was on fire. Burning and stinging like he just got put a red metal inside of it. He felt like a part of his brain was cut out and squeezed into a really tight spot. For a few seconds his mind wasn’t his own. 

He didn’t give a fuck if you were a woman anymore. 

“Who the fuck are you?” His voice was a mere whisper. Warning of what to come clear. The next moment he pinned you down to the floor, knee securing that you won’t be able to move and his big hand on your neck suffocating you. If it was up to him, he would’ve ripped the truth out of you right there and then. But unfortunately he couldn’t. You two still had an audience. “That’s what gonna happen now, you hear me?” The small nod of your head was enough for him to continue. “You gonna pat out, leave the bar and wait for me outside. And you better pray for me to find you there, we clear?” He whispered through his teeth and you couldn’t have done anything else than to obey his orders. “Good bitch.” 

All things that happened after this were just a blur for him. How the guy cheered the crowd, you running out, him grabbing his bag and storming out of the place accompanied by the yells for him to come back. It didn’t matter, he didn’t give a single fuck. He will never come back here anyway. Not after what you’ve done. 

“At least you’re obedient or scared enough to listen orders. Get in the fucking car.” You were dragged to the truck. Logan opened the door for you to get in but you doubted it was an act of politeness. Probably he would’ve thrown you in if you would’ve fought him. After making sure you won’t try anything, he walked over and started the car. 

“Where are we going?” You’ve asked after some time in a way of complete silence. 

“Not your fucking problem.” It was his. He couldn’t stay there, not after what happened in the cage. Logan should’ve left a long time ago but your little show was the last push he needed. Now his only purpose being to get the hell out of this area as far as possible and press you enough to start talking. “What the hell was that, hm?” 

“What was what? I don’t know-“ 

“Stop with the bullshit now, princess, or I’m gonna make you.” Logan reached for the glove box to get his cigar but the movement was so sudden that you squirmed away. He gave you a glance and saw the fear in your pale face. Traces of tears still visible on the red cheeks from the cold as you’d waited for him. Fuck, maybe he was too harsh with you. You were still young and innocent, clearly not used to the angry and dark light of man who was yelling at you. “Listen, bub, you damn well know what I’m talking about. You’ve been inside of my head. How?” His tone more gentle but still demanding. 

“I don’t know…” 

“You don’t know or you don’t care?” He lightened the cigar. “Who are you?” 

“I’m Y/n.” You answered, less scared now he’d changed the tone. “I’m like you.” 

“Trust me, princess, you are nothing like me.” 

“You’re a mutant.” He gave you a quick side look but stayed silent. “The claws you’ve scared that guy with… the way you’ve won all your fights. When they come out… does it hurt?” 

“Every time.” 

“I’m a mutant too.” 

“And you can what? Fuck with people brains without asking?” Logan was still pissed but tried to somehow stay civil not to scare you again. Seeing how you shivered something in him broke a bit. Damn he ordered you to wait for him in the freezing cold temperature with no coat… He put the heating on. “Put your hands on the heater.” He tried to move them for you, but you once again retreated. “I’m not gonna hurt you, princess.” 

Not anymore. Not when he calmed down a bit. After a while when you felt warmth spread through, you decided to get back to your conversation. 

“I’m an empath. Can feel people's emotions by touching them. Sometimes influence them if I’m willing to.” Or at least that what you’ve already known you could do and more importantly, how. 

“So what, you can say when someone’s happy?” 

“More or less. Can say and feel it. Mirror the exact amount of it. Happiness, anger… pain.” It got you curious what he had said about the claws… living in constant pain…

Logan didn’t say anything back so you’ve stayed in silence again. 

“The Wolverine… you’ve chosen it.” You looked at his dogtags but he quickly hid them under his shirt. Then he realized how it wasn’t even a question. 

“How do you know?” Logan edged again. He couldn’t recall the exact situation himself, only shreds of it in his nightmares, so how the fuck would you know. 

“I-I…” 

“You what, princes?” The grip on a wheel tightened. 

“I’ve seen it… the moment you’ve asked to make them.” 

“What?” The car stopped immediately, he facing you as if he had misheard you. 

“Sometimes I can see the fragments of people’s past connected with objects… When we were close, I-“ 

“Have you seen anything else? Before it all happened?” 

“No…”

“Are you fucking sure?” Months of searching, praying for any sort of clue just to find nothing. And now he discovered that the one person who could bring it all together was sitting in his car. He couldn’t let it go. Couldn’t let you go. 

“I swear, Logan!” You cried, tired of his questioning. 

“How do you know my name?” 

“I know a person who knows you. Who can help you.” Well Charles told you that this guy wasn’t very fond of him, but since Logan lost his memory then it was no harm to try. 

“How?” He was getting frustrated by how this was the only word he has been repeating since the beginning of it all. 

“He’s the principal of the school I’ve attended.” 

“A school?” 

“Place for people like us. Mutants. He’s a telepath and one of the smartest people I know. If anyone will be able to help you, it’s gonna be him. But you need to get with me there to let him try.” 

Logan was considering his options. It could easily be a trap. Not the first one he had stepped in. But your heartbeat and how genuine you’ve sounded… he doubted you were trying to fool him. 

“I’ve seen you checking me out today.” The sudden change of topic got you off guard. But he had to revert his mind to something else. Destress. And the fact he was sitting in one car with an innocent little thing like you who had been wet just because of his naked torso hours ago? He won’t give up his luck. “Never seen a man’s chest before, sweetheart?” His eyes were dark again, this time not because of rage but desire. “You had been clenching your goddamn legs like you could’ve come just by the sight of it.” 

He was able to smell you. The scent of your arousal hidden under these jeans of yours. He could bet that your panties had a wet patch on them. His hand moved to your thigh, thumb caressing small circles inside of it. 

“It’s okay, princess, I don’t blame you. A sweet innocent thing like you craves to be taken care of, is it right?” 

“L-Logan-“ Your quiet moan only proved him right. 

“Shh, it’s alright, darlin’ let me do it. Let me take care of you.” 

His skilled fingers opened your zipper and helped you get out of your pants, just to trail the pad of them on the wet spot. 

“Fuck, princess you’re soaking. Can I take them off?” Logan asked but your nod made him chuckle. “Words, Y/n.” 

“Y-yes.” 

He quickly got to work, showing your panties down and throwing them somewhere in the back of the car. When he brought his fingers back on your cunt, teasing your clit, you tried to close your legs but his big hands stopped you.

“None of that, doll. Keep them nice and open for me like a good girl.” He rubbed tight slow circles around it which made you squirm and close your eyes. “That’s it, relax for me, baby.” Next second his fingers found their way into his mouth and helped smiled teasingly. “So sweet. Best I’ve ever tasted.” And without any warning he put one of it in your cunt, making you scream. “So fucking tight. Can’t even take one. You’re a virgin, princess?” 

You tried to move your head, too shy to even look at him, but his other hand cupped your jaw, forcing you to face him. 

“Eyes on me and answer, Y/n.” 

“Y-yes.” 

“An innocent little girl you are. Saving yourself for me.” Another finger joined the first one, moving deep in and out of you, stretching your walls so you would be able to take him. Him being knuckle deep made you drool, eyes rolled to the back of your head, trembling because of too much pleasure. But then started an attack on your clit with his thumb and you were completely gone. 

“Logan!” You screamed, overstimulated already. “Too much!” 

A smug smirk tugs at the corner of his lips, eyes half-hooded. "Two fingers is too much?" he says, almost sounding surprised. "Come on, doll, be a big girl. You could fight me but can’t take two fucking fingers?” He mocked you. 

You're gasping for air, chest heaving. His thick fingers pump in and out of you, pussy frothing all over them. 

"T-They're so big," you whine. 

Hearing your raspy, lewd voice causes his cock to throb. He chuckles, kissing your neck, inhaling your scent. Shit, Logan was so sure that the second he will bury his dick in you, he will never get over you. Never let you go. 

"You know what I think? I think you can handle one more. Just to get you starched and nicely prepared for my dick, darlin’.” 

The thought of not one, not two, but three of his huge fingers has your pussy clench uncontrollably. That weird feeling in your stomach forming, the one that you so well know from all the lonely nights when you had your own hand deep in your panties. The second he forced the third one made you cum harder than ever before. You shudder, biting down on your lip as you feel the wetness all around your legs and Logan’s hand. Fuck, something was definitely wrong, you only hoped that he didn't catch that. Yet the warm liquid is coating his wrist and upper arm, all the way to his elbow. 

“Fuck, did you know you can make a little mess like this, love?” He says, gesturing with his head towards his arm. He pulls his fingers out and you groan audibly at the loss, your hold clenched around nothing. “Your virgin pussy already missing me like a cheap slut, Y/n.” Seeing your face all red and how shy you became, Logan opened his pants and loved them with his boxers, showing you his already fully hard length. He quickly brought you to sit on his laps, swinging your ass back and forth just to torture your puffy clit even more. “But it’s okay, princess. That’s what we want. I need you nice and wet, okay?” 

“Logan…” You choked out because of his actions and he kissed your lips just to shut you up. No matter how  much he loved your little cute whines, he needed you as aroused as possible to make you take his big size. 

“Shit, I hope I'm the first one who kissed you too. Too sweet and innocent to share.” His lips left the trail of kisses down your neck, sucking and biting. Wanting to mark you any way possible. 

“Shit, Logan, please…” You moaned, your mind fully clouded with need by this point. 

He took off your shirt, unhooking your bra and fuck him if it wasn’t the best sight he could’ve imagined. Big breasts that were perfect for his huge hands to play with as he wished. The vision of you bouncing on his dick with them in front of his face gonna be the image of what he will jerk off every time from now on. 

“You’re gorgeous, love. Can’t get enough of you.” His skilled tongue sucked and licked your nipple while one of his hands paid attention to the other one, which made you arch your back. 

You weren't sure anymore if you wanted him to stop or get closer. 

“You ready, princess?” 

Logan asked and it got you back to your right mind. You were naked in the car of a guy who you were supposed to take to the mansion as your mission. A man you’ve known for not even two freaking days and Scott could be here in any second. 

“Logan, wait!” He looked at you confused. Worried that he had done something wrong. “My brother gonna be furious-“ 

It only made him laugh. You are a damn innocent one truly. 

“I don’t fucking care.” 

And with that he lowered you slowly on his cock, your scream echoed all over the truck. You have no control of how vocal you became, pain mixing with the pleasure. The thought of how much effort he put into preparing you for it… you considered yourself lucky for him being so thoughtful. 

“It’s okay, princess, I got you. You are doing a good job. Such a good pussy for me. I got you, Y/n.” 

Logan gave you some time to adjust to his size, knowing that for most of his partners it was a lot to take, let alone for you. 

“Y-you can move.” You whimpered, putting your head on his shoulder. 

“You sure, darlin’?” Your nod was the last sign of consent he needed to move you up and down his length. He was doing all the work, gripping your ass but still he left some sort of control for you to take over in case of feeling any sort of discomfort. But fast enough your body forgot about the pain of sudden intrusion, instead sinking in the spiral of pure pleasure and ecstasy.  You being a moaning mess, squeezing him as a vice. “Fuck, you’re so tight. Never letting off this cunt ever again. Shit!” He groaned when you clenched uncontrollably. 

When you got more confident and started moving at your own pace, his hands move to your breast again, playing with them and paying attention as being hypnotized by them. His face deepened between them, earning you another low groan murmur.

You two were so focused on your pleasure that you didn't realize when the weather outside of the car changed. Instead of a clear sky, there was a little snow storm. Just the loud sound of falling tree on the mask got you out of your trans. 

“Fuck!” You screamed, frightened of what happened. 

And the moment you turned back to see what was wrong, your heart sank. Not so far from the car two people were standing and looking at the whole scene. As one of them started walking closer to your door, you quickly got off Logan’s member, looking for your underwear but it was nowhere to be found. You opted for putting on your jeans and when you’ve desperately searched for your top, the leather jacket was handed over. 

“Cover yourself, princess.” Logan’s tone has been definitely too calm considering how cooked you were. 

“Scott gonna kill us.” Though you weren’t sure who first, you because of loosing your virginity the second you got off his radar with a guy who you’ve meant to recruit, or Logan for fucking his little sister.

“Who’s Scott?” A confusion in his voice could be cute if not for your executioner being just two steps from the door. 

“He’s my-“ But then the door opened and you just sighed, pointing at Scott. “Him. Logan, this is my brother Scott.” You turned to face your sibling, forcing yourself to smile innocently. “Hi Scotty, how nice of you-“ 

“Out. Of. The fucking car. Now.” He ordered you, pure fury in his eyes, his voice dangerously heavy. “And you asshole… you better pray that Professor gets you before I will.” 

Well, this definitely will complicate the atmosphere in the team in the future… 

▏A/n: Okay, so this specific mutation and character's background (as Scott being her older brother) gonna be also part of the bigger fic that I'm currently working on. I don't know yet if this shot will be a part of their story (Logan and that oc) so that's why I'm posting it here now. Still I would be grateful if you guys wouldn't use that characters specifics in your stories <3

▏Also I just adore the thought of Scott being the protective older brother and it being the reason why his and Logan's relations are so tensed later.

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▏Hope you enjoyed it as much as I did! Sof

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Been think abt Halbrand again. Dude is so gross, covered in dirt and grime, and yet who would he be without it? Halbrand's authenticity DOES come from his appearance. Look at this dude!

A bloody, gross little man. Hair unwashed and covered in ash from the forge. He needs to be dirty though. The dirt is another layer of his disguise! This skrunkly dirt rag of an appearance does several things for Sauron.

1. He's unconcerned with what people think of him.

2. He's a busy guy.

3.He understands the value of struggle.

4.He's not a threat to Galadriel.

To explain a little more, the grime is form of connection between Halbrand and his surroundings. Halbrand isn't trying to get attention on first impression, in fact the grime tells people that he's not trying to be noticed at all. Therefore, when people interact with him, such as the guild members in Numenor, they immediately assume they have the upper hand in confrontation with him. His looks say, "I don't have the time to think about how I look, much less to think about your opinion of me.". It's super effective.

The grime also tells a physical story of how Halbrand interacts with his environment. He doesn't look like a thinker, he looks like someone whose to busy moving to stop and think. When we don't see him on camera, we assume he's off getting his hands dirty somewhere because he's always covered in crap. He's not a plotter like the obvious example of Miriel's advisor, sitting clean and majestic at the market. Halbrand is a dirty, rowdy boy, and actions speak louder than words when it comes to appearances.

Once people are smacked with the ~virtousness~ of kingly and responsible Halbrand (after a few meetings of warming up), his grime takes on a new meaning. At first impression he's a working man, but now combined with his sad backstory and self-sacrifical tendencies where Galadriel is concerned, the grime becomes a political connection to his humanity. This walking dust mound is actually just too humble! Everyone jumps from the guilt of misreading this guy on first impression to immediately respecting him out of self-recrimination. It's so sneaky!

Lastly, and arguably most important, Sauron is humbing himself for Galadriel. Their relationship is freakishly complex on several levels but it boils down to this-- he wants her support at least for the moment. And for all that Galadriel is a tough nut to crack, her weakness for hard workers is an easy role for Sauron to emulate. A mortal low man who fights and believes for a larger system of order is vulnerable enough for Galadriel not to be defensive against but similar enough to her own story that she would reciprocate his ideas. His disgusting coat of mortal elements versus her timeless and otherworldy appearance. What a match! The grime is its own story for Galadriel, one she can look at and reread Halbrand's struggles and continuous hope in.

Which brings us to squeaky-clean Halbrand:

What a goon. What a poncy looking airbag. Halbrand isn't connecting with his environment here, isn't telling a story. This is simply just a face. The tells and appearance that made Sauron Halbrand are gone. And this gives a new meaning to the scene.

Sauron's not trying to connect to or sway Galadriel's allegiance here. He's not even making an argument for her to join him at this point. He's instead dropping a revelation on her. Halbrand's worse than dead.

He never existed at all.

I made him for you so I win.

Acknowledge your loss, and admit the significance that we both found meaning in him.

What. A. Shithead!

[ohhicas]

What are your favourite headcanons about Even and Ansem the Wise? (About themselves and about them as a pair)

Ohhh I know I'm gonna forget something, but I'll try to list a few (gonna start typing without thinking & see where that lands me ehehe) All these are gonna be Headcanon, but if I slip in something I know Is Canon I'll try to like, asterisk it to highlight (I may forget to do this. just know most of what I'm saying is from the brain and not canon)

(this got huge, I scrolled back up to slap a cut down LMAO)

AtW got his position through family/born into it; he didn't really want the Power behind it (and preferred science, not politics) but knew he needed to step up and be the King that Radiant Garden required, especially after the passing of the previous. I feel it happened fairly young (if AtW is high 50s, 60s, I'd imagine it happened low 30s), so he had to learn to balance hobby (science, exploration, etc) and work (politics) really quickly.

He was kind of a soft-handed king. Not known as being strict, and wanted to mingle with his people and be more hands-on. Before he had his crown, I like to imagine he was always down shoulder to shoulder with the people. He's an engineer at heart, always wanting to build and expand and see what limits man can breach. He'd absolutely want to be down with the masses with the blueprints and battle plans to expand the castle town!!

I like to imagine Even wasn't originally from the Castle town, but from a city just outside it beyond the woods and etc we see surrounding RG. When Ansem was first taking over and looking for a staff refresh, I imagine he scouted Even out who would've had a Reputation both for his attitude and his brain/studies. They didn't get along at first with Ansem's calm vs Even's tightly wired. Eventually, Ansem figured out how to really 'use' Even to his full potential and let him stretch his brain, and they got along Much better (to a degree. I imagine their first meeting happened in AtW's high 30s/40s, just to keep a 'timeline' going here).

While they were trying to figure out like... Ansem's Security System (guards), the idea that everyone Inside the castle should also have some kind of defensive ability to them, may that be Magic or Physical (in Ansem's early curiosities, I imagine he either directly encountered a keyblade wielder or at least learned of them. This of course being Before he gets the chance to meet Mickey.) So anyone in the labs were trained in very, very basic combat.

Even rocked shop at 'very basic combat' in a way that had the current captain of the guard go "oh damn, can we have him instead--". Ansem called dibs and pulled rank (absolutely childishly sticking his tongue out at Lyna) to keep Even on the lab team. <- (I'm kind of shaky on this part exactly; I just know I headcanon Even as 'was good enough for the guard, but he got YOINKED to the lab team)

Because of his performance during the combat drills, despite Even's own "I'm not a warrior," grumblings, he gets a guard military dress uniform when Big Events come around. Ansem thinks it's a little cute how much the (20s, bitey, tugging at his collar and grumbling) lead scientist hates it. (--wait did he just think 'cute'? oh that's going to be a problem for the future. oh well.)

A Decade and a handful of years pass, the others crop up along the way (Dilan first, and then Aeleus). AtW & Even are not "A thing", but have an obvious push and pull dynamic of an old married couple despite doing no more than Ansem having grabbed Even's wrist to inspect for burns when a machine sparked at his fingertips. There is. Something, there, but neither man will go for it. Even is too busy with his labs, Ansem too busy with everything.

He leaves and returns with a boy. Even nearly blows a gasket when Ansem smiles oh-so-charmingly at him in a way he cannot (has never been able to) deny and announces the lost child as his ward, for the time being. Even wants to claw at the walls because (not)respectively, my lord, what the Fuck. (he immediately finds himself caring for the boy, despite his fussing, just like Ansem knew he would. He trusts Even so much it worries him. Ienzo stares up at them with his blank, emotionless face. Pours through every book and manual and report well above his age bracket and barely part of Ansem's own, and something in Ansem's heart wrenches. His thirst for knowledge reminds him so much of Even's own and it scares him.)

They all die. when Ansem fully learns of what happens, while he no longer has regrets for what happened, he does wish he would've been there to die alongside of them, sometimes. But it's his fault that all this happened in the first place, isn't it? It's only suiting for a pitiful father King to suffer everything being ripped from him. If only he was stricter. (While he's a man with so many regrets, while he's learned to keep going to try to amend them, there are some things he can't stop thinking about. Ienzo is a grown man, now. When he watches as Even and Ienzo bicker over a monitor while Kairi sleeps off and on, there's an ache for all the things he missed. [But what to miss? It's not like they were truly a family; Ienzo is just his ward, and he and Even were never--])

OK other things that dont' fit in whatever that checklist of points became LMAO OOPS,,,

Ansem:

As much as I'd love if he himself was ever allowed to travel worlds while younger, I feel it'd be a disservice to how much he's done while grounded in RG if he ever did. Instead I like to imagine he has a well known 'open door' policy for travelers; anyone who CAN enter his world, he wants to meet them. He wants to learn from them. He's so hungry for knowledge that he'll grab any "trying to be secretive" world hopper and drag them down for tea to needle for information until he can try to worm SOMETHING out of it. Even if they never cave, he'll feel like he learned something just by how much spark was in the traveler's eyes.

Doesn't have the best diet in the world. He's got a severe sweet tooth, and tends to lose himself in the labs and his library for hours on end. If someone from the guardstaff didn't chase him down with a sandwich and tea, he'd probably go a full day without eating anything beyond ice cream. Before the Fall, it was bad. After the Fall, it's worse; he went so many years without needing to eat, or drink, and just existing in the world between that he forgets food is a thing that needs to be eaten. He's frighteningly thin from his time as DiZ. Aeleus has been trying to figure out how to slip more protein into his food since recompletion and reunion.

Mickey brings him little treats from the outside worlds any time he visits. Ansem loves that mouse so much, he'll clear his entire schedule when he arrives just to have the time to sit down with an old friend and chat.

While he's a Scientist, yes, he leans more heavily into Engineering. He's incredibly good with tech* and even reprogrammed Tron to work for him. He built/helped build/got the build going and I assume the planning for that entire basement lab hellscape For Ienzo. He and Cid will get along so, so well when they get to interact.

Even:

Has always run a little cold, even before any magic reached his body. Like the joke that all nurses have cold hands, he was ice.

He has the shoulders and biceps of a linebacker for a reason, even as a scientist. Ansem's machines are so heavy, they couldn't always call Aeleus or Dilan down from their post to come lift something to Even took it upon himself. He was already decent at combat, the muscle was there. He just built it a little better so he wouldn't have to rely on anyone for his work. (as he gets older, he calls for one of the larger men because he is Not throwing out his back for a single machine.)

He was not unaware of any lingering... Feelings between him and AtW before the fall. He's married to his work, but not stupid. You don't do all this work on Hearts without understanding the ins and outs of them and being able to clock the emotions in those around you. Especially His Own. There was just no time for it, so he shoved them down and to the side to deal with never. He was always so close to a breakthrough, he couldn't waste his precious time with fraternizing. No matter how much he wished to linger there, in the softer moments, when it was just him and Ansem in the labs surrounded by the soft hum of machines.

I like to imagine all the Org, reformed, maintained the whisper of their old magic. Even doesn't fully find reason for it, or the hollow ache and need for it like Some of them, but he can feel it in his fingertips sometimes. The shield and sword come to him like second nature thanks to his Guard training he took, once. The ice he once summoned so naturally for years sits like an itch under his skin, only crackling to the surface as frost at high emotion. He hopes the others dont catch him shaking his wrist out and hiding his hand behind his back until the frost melts. (They catch it. They have no room to speak as the walls shift, the wind picks up, and the ground quakes.)

Absolutely never considered himself a 'father'. He doesn't hate the term, but it sits uncomfortable in his heart. (Joke's on him, he has the most children out of all of them. Ansem would love to tease him on it, but he's still trying to judge the acceptance level of such a joke.)

Despite All That

i like to imagine everyone still assumes them a couple. If asked, Dilan will handwave it ('of course they are a thing, in their own way. He doesn't care about the fraternizing of his peers. Why are you asking him?'). Aeleus will clench his jaw like he knows it's not his place to gossip, and he cares too deeply for Ansem (like a mentor figure, like a teacher. The man saw him with all his bulk and muscle and still gently taught him the sciences and let him flex his brain to become a treasured pupil.) to disturb that trust with such a thing. Ienzo will wrinkle his nose and laugh it off. Do not make him even think about things like that. (Part of him knows. Understands. They are both categorized as his Fathers in his mind, even if he refuses to allow himself to call Ansem that out loud.) Braig (Luxu, taken over) saw the weak point and exploited it. Whispered to Xehanort where to hit and how to twist the dynamic to work best for their goals.

[ I also like to pretend they made out once in the younger years, tipsy from drinks at a party, not thinking straight. both men remember it, both are pretending it didn't happen. Life carried on like normal after it. Ansem brings it up like an execution shot after recompletion, when things finally resettle. "Have you ever wondered, dear--" speaking of things that could have been if they weren't so foolish. Even is so tired after everything, he doesn't even pretend to be angry about the topic. OLD MAN YAOI GENTLY STARTS UP, TENTATIVELY. ]

[stereopticons]

On this Day in Schitt's Creek: February 22

2018

when your sister has lice, sleep with your business partner [david/patrick, M, 5,167] by mihaly

When Alexis has lice, David stays with Patrick instead of Stevie.

2019

Without a Paddle [mulder/scully, M, 6,346] by ScullyGolightly

Mulder and Scully investigate a case in the town of Schitt's Creek

2020

Blizzard Preparedness [david/patrick, G, 563] by @doublel27

David keeps getting distracted during Patrick’s lecture on blizzard preparedness.

Good Defense [david/patrick, T, 1,905] by bigficenergy

Sebastien Raine returns. Patrick's having none of it.

I'm Helping [david/patrick, T, 620] by thegrayness

David 'helps' Patrick assemble his new desk. For prompt #17 from RosebuddWrites: "I don't understand"/On the floor

One More [david/patrick, E, 7,441] by @samwhambam

“You’re so good at that,” David said. He pulled at Patrick’s shirt, pulling it up so he could press his fingers against the warm skin of Patrick’s lower back. “Being used?” Patrick asked, his voice light. “Helping people get what they want,” David responded, refining Patrick’s answer. * Patrick tells David about an experience he had in college that leaves David panting and leads to a conversation about them having fun with a crowd.

Where Have All the Flowers Gone? [david/patrick, E, 29,230] by @mostlyinthemorning

All David wants is to order some flowers. What he gets is a very cute, very snippy shopkeeper who he can't stop thinking about.After taking over his parents' shop, Patrick feels like he's being crushed by the weight of expectations. Until he meets someone who turns everything upside down.

2021

A New Dawn, A New Day [david/patrick, T, 16,383] by BiblioPan

Mandy Greenhorn, former step-daughter of Wendy, gets her first job working at Rose Apothecary over the summer. She learns about customer service and more than she ever imagined!

Always, Then, & Now [david/patrick, T, 9,117] by @my-nameless-bliss

“Hypothetically, David. Not about us, not about me. Just as a concept. Conceptually, what do you think about marriage?”David swallows. “Why?”“Because it’s what you do.” Patrick goes back to his laundry, goes back to folding his fucking underwear like he didn’t just corner David halfway into a panic attack. “When you’re in a relationship, at some point, you gotta have The Talk. It’s not a plan; it’s just to see if you’re on the same page.”David sniffs, hoping it comes across as unimpressed. “Sounds fake.” David’s never really thought much about marriage. He’s never had a reason to, before. Patrick gives him a reason.

Costa Rica [david/patrick, T, 300] by Rosey_Peach

Déjà vu (Or: What's Wrong with Wednesdays) [david/patrick, T, 12,445] by @beaiola

“’Fraid you got a little problem with your hand cream, pal.” On the patch of skin between Roland’s thumb and index finger, the skin is pink and inflamed. The main sore spot is maybe an inch or two in diameter, the rest of the hand also blotchy and red. “Itches like hell.” Ew. - A number of people in town have rashes and all signs point to Rose Apothecary as being the source. David and Patrick set out to discover out what's going on while dealing with the negative publicity surrounding the mystery and trying to rebuild their reputation.

falling into place like dominos [stevie & alexis, M, 4,897] by @roseapothecary

Alexis spins the bottle and Stevie doesn’t know if she wants it to stop in front of her, or if she’s hoping it points literally anywhere else. She thinks she’ll figure it out when it stops moving, but… even with the neck of the bottle unmistakably pointing at her foot, she still can’t identify what the feeling is. Is that happiness or dread settling in the pit of her stomach? Since when do those completely different things feel exactly the same? If she’s being honest, though, it feels like a combination of things. It’s that feeling you get right before you do something you know you might regret later… like throwing back a jello shot (which she wishes she had done), calling an ex at 3am, or maybe jumping out of a plane. David and Patrick hold a second housewarming party, this time at their newly-renovated cottage. For old times' sake, they decide to play spin the bottle. Meanwhile, Stevie has been wrestling with her feelings for Alexis since she left for New York... and it never occurred to her that those feelings could flow both ways.

I like where you sleep (when you sleep next to me) [david/patrick, T, 874] by @blackandwhiteandrose

Patrick leaned in, rocking up on his tiptoes for a sweet kiss. “Do you still want to?” David hated that Patrick even had to ask. This shouldn’t be a thing. He should just be able to say ‘yes’ and just do it. Because he wanted to. Because he’d always wanted to.

I want your midnights [jake/twyla, M, 666] by @sarahlevys

"Remember: consent is the sexiest, respect the safewords you're given, and in this house, we practice 'no glove, no love.'" Jake swallows some of his beer, then adds, "And if anyone's interested, we're gonna be winding down after the festivities with a special post-coital seance." Jake diversifies his whiskey nights with help from his partner.

Oh, Brother [patrick & alexis, G, 932] by @delilah-mcmuffin

The morning after Moira Rosé, Alexis has some feelings about her brother(s).

something worth fighting for [david/patrick, G, 598] by budd

David helps Patrick decorate his new apartment and is met with a piece of decor that leaves him with questions.

Swiping Regret [ray & ronnie, T, 3,197] by @treepyful

Ray’s adventures on Bumpkin: the aftermath of five bad dates and one good one.

The Dock Where it Happens [david/patrick, M, 1,527] by @likerealpeopledo-on-ao3 and @vivianblakesunrisebay

David and Patrick want to explore uncharted territory together and it goes a little something like this. Or The tender, soft-focus, dialogue-only docking fic you’ve been waiting for.

What a Way to Make a Livin' [david/patrick, G, 4,498] by @sweatersinthesummer

Rose Apothecary is doing well. It's time to hire some help!

2022

A Budding Proposal [david/patrick, T, 1,584] by canyouhearthefandomscrying

Patrick asks Stevie for her blessing to propose to David.

A Pizza the Action [david/patrick, G, 868] by @a-noble-dragon

Assuming his husband to still be tucked up in bed, Patrick makes his way to the kitchen to put the kettle on and fix himself and David a healthy breakfast. He lifts the bottom of his shirt as he walks, wiping the sweat off his face and brow, and exposing his stomach to the cooler air of the kitchen. "Hmmph guh!" The noise makes Patrick startle. His shirt drops from his grasp as he takes in the sight of a wide eyed David, mouth stuffed full of pizza, standing over the garbage can and looking caught.

Coming Home [david/patrick, G, 2,156] by chilleddew

“You’re wearing my hoodie.”Patrick immediately stiffens against him, flushing pink as he glances down at the black and white material. It takes him a moment to respond. “Is that ok?”

Ray Butani: Undercover Matchmaker [david/patrick, G, 1,784] by @weathereyehorizon

It was no coincidence that Patrick took that fateful B13 appointment, but rather an expertly executed plan by Ray Butani: Schitt's Creek’s Undercover Matchmaker.

Scripture says [david/patrick, T, poetry]

So God created man in His own image

Take One [david/patrick, M, 2,007] by @frizzlenox

“I’m glad you were cast. I may have thrown your name out there when the writers brought up giving me a new love interest.” Patrick Brewer is the newest cast member on a primetime drama, the new love interest to longstanding cast member David Rose. A meet-cute.

2023

I Want A Rose, not Sand (And Stone Pallette) [david & twyla, G, 6,066] by DavidRoseIsMySpiritAnimal

"It was a chance remark by Roland, of all people, that really started the chain of events that followed." **** Or, Twyla realises that the Cafe and it's food isn't really good. As the new owner and lover of all townspeople, she decides to change things. Who better to guide her in planning than the resident expert of art, culture and taste- David Rose? Alternatively; Twyla wants better, David is consulted and Twyla's Cafe Tropical is born.

The Seven [david/patrick, T, 1,685] by obsessedwithdavrick

David's life is a mess, but the lovely Barista at a new cafe brings him hope.

What He Heard [david/patrick, M, 5,400] by KayeKaye

A 5+1 tale of the funny, touching, awkward, and intimate moments Ray encounters with Patrick Brewer (and David Rose?) as his friend and roommate.

2024

the future is a wishing well [ted/alexis, M, 2,769] by JewFlexive

“I don’t think that was an adult kiss,” Alexis says carefully as she stares up at Ted’s ceiling. There’s a stain on it from when she tried to make him a birthday cake, back when they were dating. It had gone terribly and she’d tried very hard not to be absolutely mortified at how carefully she’d worked at getting every little thing just right just to fail so miserably. It’s difficult for her, being careful, always has been, but after the broken engagement—okay fine, broken engagements, plural—she’s been trying to be more careful with Ted. He’s not like her other ex-boyfriends. He’s breakable. Human, even. Ew, some part of Alexis that’s still sunbathing on that nude beach in Santorini cringes. A larger part of her just feels sad. For him, but for her, too.

Stats:

No fanworks in 2017 2018: 1 fic/5,167 words 2019: 1 fic (x-files crossover lol)/6,346 words 2020: 5 fics/39,759 words 2021: 12 fics/55,434 words 2022: 6 fanworks (5 fics, 1 poem)/8,596 words 2023: 3 fics/13,151 words 2024: 1 fic/2,796 words Total: 29 fanworks (28 fics, 1 poem)/131,249 words

[twoforflinching-ktbedition]

look id just be charmed to hear your thoughts about how to make a kidd work in 1v1 without the fuckin laser. so far i'm going in on drones and blackspot/nexus synergies but i truly am not fuckin meeting anyone in the damage race until i'm charged up and shivering their fucking timbers yknow???

fuck like the drake still has its defenses without the bigass gun sure but who the fuck am i supposed to be helping with a bunch of support systems that only work on other people in the 1v1????? am i supposed to be helping them kick my ass faster???? one of the other people employed by my liegelady said "strap a sword to it" but fuck if i can tell how that's supposed to be better than what i'm already fucking doing, yknow????

anyway i know you can't come to upper laurent bc fuckin stone but idk i'll let you know if i'm ever around san simeon and maybe i can rent something bc fuck i need a break from the kidd

-pankrakidd anon (i've got a blog now though: @thepankratikidd)

YOU'RE RUNNIN' FUCKING 1V1'S IN A KIDD???

Christ-the-Buddha, okay, I think you can make this work. Much as I hate to fuckin' shill for the Armory, I'd grab yourself a Legion Nexus and start figurin' out how to engineer yourself a secondary weapon. Pretty sure you're gonna wanna talk to some Armory guys about weaponizin' the reactor heat you're about to start rackin' up.

If you do ever come to San Simeon, get your ass in a fuckin' Tortie or somethin' and come square up, I'll teach ya all about IPS-N controls by beatin' your ass with 'em.

-Han Jae-

[kirkwallguy]

okay final post. i think part of the reason why i hated taash's story so much is i DID find it relatable, they remind me a lot of myself at sixteen: coming out as a teenager and being extra sensitive to anyone who doesn't immediately understand you and lashing out at your well-meaning but uninformed parents is pretty common. shathann dying before this is resolved and taash realising they were needlessly cruel out of fear of rejection COULD have been heartbreaking and an actual good way of pushing the regret theme, but this isn't what happens lol. taash acting the way they do could be fine, i like it when a character has flaws and an exploration of how messy coming out as trans is would be an interesting subversion of how fucking boring coming out stories become when you reach a certain age, but the fact that rook can't really tell them to cut it out and the fact that they have literally no reflection or regret beyond "i wish my mum and i had had more time together but at least she didn't misgender me as she died 👍🏻" makes it feel as though the writers actually think them treating their mum the way they do is somehow satisfying or good, because the game's narratives feel like they were spat out of an ai trained solely on reddit aita posts. and that isn't even getting into the multicultural angle which needs a whole essay by itself and i've already annoyed myself too much for one morning.

[aroacewxs]

everybody gangsta until you realize you've internalized the aphobia you avoided like the plague despite approaching your aspec identity with such a positive outlook

[ilkkawhat]

Heya! Hope you’re doing okay ❤️

well, i didn't cry today (and more importantly didn't cry at work in front of everybody) so I'm taking that as a sign that things are getting better...I hope 😅

[vogelmeister]

been feeling mixed on some of my friends recently

[lightyakami]

like it has happened to me SO many times that my manager will come up to me and be like ‘can you do this’ and i will be like ‘yes’ bc i can. and the question has been answered. no request has been made of me. so i do not take any further action. but in fact what she meant was ‘please do this.’ & it seems like the obvious solution to this problem would be to treat ‘can you do this’ as a request 100% of the time but it is NOT a request 100% of the time. sometimes she is literally just asking bc she needs to know, for future projects, if our system is capable of xyz. how does one parse this. i’m so confused.

[neverendingford]

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[rivertakis]

ough ive developed a sort of anxiety at leaving the house this summer... going back to school will definitely do me some good on that lol.

travelling abroad also helped it from getting worse at least.

still super anxious for my driving lesson tomorrow...... oughhhhh

[starlightseraph]

wilson is so obviously gay that i don’t even consider it a headcanon.

he meets women and he genuinely tries to be their friends. they pursue him, and he lets it happen. he gives them everything they want, and he never asks them to do anything for him. he doesn’t want them to even try meet any of his needs, because they can’t. then, when he realises that he’s unfulfilled, he lets other women pursue him and lets those relationships happen too, but he’s still unfulfilled. his wives and girlfriends all leave him, and he lets it happen without much of a fight because he’s not really attached to them. he canonically has problems getting it up.

he’s a completely passive non-participant in his relationships. the only person he ever fights to stay with is house. the only person he takes the initiative to leave is house. the only person he opens up to and has fun with and actually does things with is house. he actively ignores and tries to get away from his partners in favour of spending time with house. his wives blame house for breaking up their marriages and think house is a home wrecker. house constantly tries to come out as bisexual and wilson is completely in denial and just ignores it every time. he gets weirdly defensive when people assume that he and house are together.

rsl i’m sorry but you really did play the gayest little fucker in the history of television.