Part ∞ Of Jon Dear Please Stop Breaking My Heart

YESYESYEEEEEEES

Can't stop thinking about Wolverine holding Dogpool

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!)

girls gays theys & everyone elseeee perhaps you can give me some good recs for nu metal bands...?🙏

(pls no arguing ik some may be better suited for other terms yadda yadda but these are found under the term nu metal thank you)

okay bands i already listen to & really like:

° linkin park <3 (fav atm)

° korn

° limp bizkit

° deftones

° system of a down

° kittie (still getting into it)

° disturbed

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"

7 years - it doesn't hurt any less

if only you could know how much you saved me...

miss you so much chazzy♡

1976 - ♾️

okay this just made my day🖤

i love this song so much agh! happy almost halloween🎃

This is Halloween..

fun fact i absolutely love the saw franchise

so since it's october i can finally go back to questioning my mental sanity cause-

i am so wildly attracted to this mf it actually HURTS

SO FCKING HOT DAMNIT-

[all pics found on pinterest]

mans did not just

I LOVE THIS DUDE SO MUCH HAHAHAAAA

killed by a wet middle-aged man

just cut off my toxic mother & her husband send tweet✌️

of course she didn’t even think why i don't wanna do anything with them anymore.

no, it's definitely not related to all these years of having to listen to everything that's wrong with and about me, them saying shit about my dad & having any attempt at talking squashed to pieces. yes i searched for things to do so i didn't have to visit on the weekends, yes that wasn't right but hell if i let my mental health suffer anymore than i already did.