Of Course He Was😭👋🏼

AWESOME NEW SINGER, NEW MUSIC & LP'S COMING TO HAMBURG??!! I AM SOBBING HELP

I AM IN TEARS WHAT IS THIS

AND WHY DID I FIND IT

fuck off I'M IN TEARS this is SO sweet:'-) mavdad & icedad are my yam♡

icemav are absolute little shits so one day when they’re sifting through storage, maverick finds a bunch of stuff from bradley’s childhood. there’s stuff like a paper bradley wrote about his hero, uncle mav, and an ornament with bradley’s tiny seven year old handprint painted on. and after theyre done old man crying about it, a lightbulb goes off in their heads.

the daggers get invited over for a game/movie/bonding night, which isnt unusual but what is unusual is the new decor. the walls are lined with crayon drawings, macaroni art, sheets of paper with gold stars in the corner, little league participation certificates. one of bradley’s honest to go report cards is hanging on the fridge.

(he gets roasted to filth by the other daggers for his grades. “a b- in calculus?? they let you fly planes???” “you took ceramics?? you failed ceramics???” “they let you fly planes???”)

and look, when icemav commit to a bit. they commit. that means the decorations do not come down, even when they have important company over.

some admiral at a dinner meeting: “so how old is your kid?”

ice: “35″

maverick: “hes sitting across from you”

bradley: waves

the other daggers start making stuff for icemav to put up too. finger paintings from fritz, a book report on whales from bob, a paper mache f/18 from the ivyleagers–those over achievers. it’s a joke, of course, because they think this bit is hilarious aww guys look over here, baby bradley failed his spelling test. it’s a joke at first, but then icemav actually hang their shit up “are we really doing this?” “of course we are, mickey worked so hard on his watercolor, now hand me the tape.”

jake gives out his first fathers day card when he’s 30. it goes on the fridge.

my god i wasn't expecting such great feedback, i love you guys:'-) i'm working on the fic! it's gonna take me a bit though since i want it to be perfect aaand a bit longer than what i usually write lol. also i will be tagging everyone who commented on the previous post with the prompt so if you don't wanna be tagged or maybe you do just hmu & i'll note it down! i'm very nice i promise:-)♡

in the meantime, i have two smaller fluffy poolverine drabbles in the works that should be done in a couple days:-D i will be posting those on here and on ao3 too if they do well.

my dearest people would y'all like it if i wrote a poolverine fic with logan having chronic pain & wade doing absolutely everything and beyond to make him feel better? would we like that? some good ol' hurt/comfort feels? :'-)♡ i haven't written a full fic in forever but damn if they didn't give me a ton of inspo

(i know logan having chronic pain is a bit of a reach but i though well, he heals but he isn't immune to pain right? if you're not with it consider this a little ooc:-))

AWWW NOOOO THIS IS MAKING ME TOO EMOTIONAL FOR MY LIKING

gelsenkirchen 😭 31.07.24 💔 video: @iinchicore

killed by a wet middle-aged man

hi there ches,

i'm at a festival right now - i keep hearing linkin park songs on the campsite and on the festival site as well... it's so beautiful.

so many people singing together, dancing and holding each other. i made so many friends in this short time just because we sang lp songs together. so many people with patches on their vests, i have one as well... and tattoos! my god, i even saw a breathtaking portrait of you and mike on someone's arm.

it's heartwarming how much music in general, but especially how you & linkin park unite so many people. i feel it in my chest that you would've loved seeing all of this, and i can't deny that i kept getting a little sad seeing other bands perform knowing you can't anymore. i hope you saw a little of this beautiful chaos, it's magnificent.

i miss you bud. i wish i could tell you and the other guys how much y'all saved my life.

keep rockin up there ches♡

okay this so beautifully written but nO bc i'm sobbing??!! this is gorgeous & SO painful??!! HELP

"I love you"

Iceman smiled, his beautiful pale eyes were full of honesty and adoration. He couldn't be lying. He never did.

Uncertain, Maverick reached out to touch his cheek. He needed to feel, needed to ground himself before it became too overwhelming.

Ice gently took his hand and pressed it to his lips.

"I love you Pete" he whispered into his palm while looking into his eyes "Always did and always will" He then added.

Mav nodded feeling his eyes well up with tears. This couldn't be happening and he knew it. Either way he wanted to hear it. He wanted it to be true.

"Kiss me" the smaller man said. His voice raspy from all the raw emotion he felt for the man before him. "Please" he begged.

Blond man leaned closer with the confidence of an admiral. He was so close Maverick thought he could feel his breath on his face. He wanted to feel it. He needed to feel it.

Iceman kissed him. It ended too soon.

Maverick woke up with tears running down his cheeks. He turned his head to look at the empty half of his bed. Their bed.

Ice was gone.

And yet,

He still could feel the ghost of the kiss. The only thing left of the dream he had.

"I miss you" he whispered into the dark empty room.

He closed his eyes and for a moment he thought he could hear a reply.

"We'll meet again"

the way my gay ass went completely WILD hearing bobby sox live & not one person of the group i was with knew why was actually so funny

poolverine + sensory overload while grocery shopping anyone? taken from personal experience and the mountain of poolverine fics i've consumed already

disclaimer: if any of the aspects i've written for logan being autistic (it isn't mentioned but this was my intention here) are offensive or falsely written tell me immediately! i am undiagnosed but after quite a lot of my friends (both on the spectrum and not) telling me multiple times to get checked and TONS of research i'm pretty sure i'm on the spectrum as well. soooo this is basically what i've gathered from research, other fics and my own experiences with stuff like this. thanks! also minimal use of slightly stronger language (the f word, hurray :-D)

this is so bad i'm sorry

They were in the sweets aisle, trying to pick out various snacks for their movie night later on. It was bustling all around them, the small supermarket full with families and screaming kids and chatty old ladies and noise, so much fucking noise-

Logan flinched when something touched his cheek, belatedly realizing that Wade stood in front of him, their half-filled cart discarded by their side and one of his hands raised to his face.

"Sorry sweetums," Wade smiled sheepishly, "Didn't wanna scare you. You looked a little out of it. Breathing a little heavy and all"

Logan harrumphed, looking at the floor between them. Wade was wearing his bright neon pink converse again, the laces red on one side and yellow on the other, which was admittedly... cute. He remembered how proud Wade had been as he stumbled out of the bedroom with poorly conceiled excitement, shoving his shoes in his face because look peanut, our suits-

Once again he was forced out of his head and back into the disgustingly loud supermarket as Wade took his hand, gently stroking over his knuckles.

Logan managed to rip his gaze back to Wade's face, finding such genuine understanding in those lovely eyes that he felt even more queasy than he already did. Damn you, Wilson.

His head spun from the onslaught of everything, noise and lights and embarrassment forcing a very unwelcome wetness to gather in his eyes. The hand Wade was holding shook lightly. His whole body trembled. Fuck, he wanted to say something, wanted to assure his boyfriend that he was okay, but his throat worked, his mouth opened, yet nothing came out.

"Hey" Wade's voice was so soft. He didn't flinch this time as his hand came to rest on his cheek, the touch featherlight and warm.

An embarrassingly high whimper left him as some shrieking children passed by and his eyes screwed shut, trusting Wade to handle the rest.

And suddenly...

Wait.

Madonna quietly played in his ears?

Confused, he cracked his eyes open and saw Wade watching him, holding his phone up for him to see.

"Don't worry your pretty head Wolvie, you've got noise cancelling headphones on. Courtesy of moi, if you please, buuut you gotta suffer through my shower playlist for the time being. It's the only one I have downloaded."

An opened note read. Wade mouthed a "sorry" at him, but the sheepish grin told him he wasn't. At all. Though Logan knew him well enough, so very well, that if he even mentioned that it was too much Wade would immediately switch it all off.

Logan had to admit, the music dialed the incessant chattering and shouting around him pretty much down to zero.

The wonders of technology, he supposed.

Wade held his hand and waited patiently as Logan just breathed for a bit, trying to calm his racing heartbeat. One jerky motion to the phone and the mercenary handed it over, watching as Logan typed with unsteady hands.

"Can we leave please? S too much"

The note was so timid, so careful in fear of rejection that Wade felt his poor heart squeeze in his chest - gosh dang it if only people knew how gentle and loving the man in front of him was.

"Sure hun we were pretty much finished anyway. You good if we go check out real quick? Al's gonna cook us instead if we don't bring something back home, and while you taste pretty good I can't promise that for myself ;-D... we can use the self check out, it's quicker"

Logan surprised both of them with the huff of amusement that left him as he nodded.

The focus he needed to use to read Wade's rambling in note form kept him safe from getting lost in his head again. His boyfriend’s ability to talk forever beyond might be pretty annoying at times, but Logan had long since found it to be comforting.

Wade carefully guided both of them through the maze of food aisles and too many people, keeping their hands intertwined while he pushed their cart until they found a free self checkout.

Logan zoned out a bit to the mindless music that played over the headphones as Wade went through their groceries, bagging them quickly. He payed before turning around to face him, motioning to the exit with his head.

They stopped just outside the store in a small secluded corner and Wade put the bags down at their feet, stepping closer and smiling again.

Logan smiled back, hoping it could convey the relief and love he felt without having to use words. He leaned closer, a little shyly, and with a quick look around he pressed a kiss to Wade's lips, reveling in the vibrations of a slight whine he could feel from his boyfriend. They parted and Logan took a deep breath in, pushing the air out of his lungs a lot more calmly than he had done mere minutes ago.

The headphones came off next and Logan sighed, shaking off the last bit of the sensory overload he'd just experienced as he scrubbed over his eyes. It was far more quiet outside, and his head felt a little fuzzy at most instead of the stinging buzz from before.

Cars honked in the distance, a light breeze drifted past him and the man he loved stood right in front of him, Logan's supernatural hearing picking up the steady thud of his heartbeat almost immediately.

"Love you bub."

Thank you.

"I love you too peanut! So much. More than Puppins too, but don't tell her that. She's already peed in my shoes once and I can tell you, that golden shower was not pleasant."

Logan snorted and both of them giggled, sharing another soft kiss before they hoisted the grocery bags back up.

The way home was filled with banter, clumsy kisses and bumping shoulders. Maybe one or two spilled milk cartoons as well, but that was a secret between them.

(Oh hello! Wade here! Deadpool, merc with a mouth, your personal wet dream, whatever pleases you perverted little readers - if you even attempt to tell Al about that last bit I'll torture this one with a little more writer's block! /Oh thanks Wade, so nice of you/ Shush you, this is my side note! So many ideas yet so little words... you decide pookies. Bye for now! I've got 400 pounds of sleepy kitty in my bed who likes me as his personal pillow. See ya!)