Father🛐🖤

I'M MELTING THIS IS SO CUTE

I have no idea if you're still taking hcs but I have one I wanted to share.

Ice doesn't style his hair one day and Mav is freaking out because its so soft and fluffy while Ice just accepts his fate and lets Mav play with it (I'm ignoring the fact that bleach destroys hair because why not)

Thank you for this ask. It gives me a chance to write some IceMav fluff (no pun intended). Of course this fits into the timeline. This one is a little shorter, but this concept will be back at a different time in the series as well.

I hope you like it. Have a wonderful day/night! 💙

It was their first weekend in their house. The move was efficient but unpacking had been an ordeal. Mostly because they had a three-month deployment in the middle of it. They'd returned last week and worked each night to finish putting things away. There were four boxes left this morning.

Before the sun crawled its way over the horizon, Ice slid out of bed determined to sort those boxes before breakfast. He looked at the brunette sleeping peacefully and reluctantly drug himself toward the extra bedroom and the last boxes. The first box was a landmine, the items belonged to Goose. Tom carefully folded the top of the box back and carefully placed it on the shelf in the closet. He unpacked the spare linens from the second box, tucking them carefully into the dresser. The third box contained a few sentimental items from his childhood. He slid it on the shelf too. He pulled the books out of the last box and placed a few on the shelf in the room and carried the rest of the stack downstairs to the living room.

Tom climbed the stairs and slipped into the bathroom for his shower. He dried his hair with a towel and ran his fingers through it, forgoing styling product. By the time he finished shaving and brushing his teeth, his hair was too dry to style. He shrugged and started down the stairs toward the kitchen. He smiled as he smelled bacon and coffee and heard Mav humming.

Mav heard him coming and turned with a mug of coffee as he approached. "Morning Tom." He sighed contentedly, both glad to be home. Tom leaned in for a kiss, noting the minty taste of Pete's lips. When he pulled back, "You could have used our bathroom Pete, you should've joined me."

Pete shrugged, "You closed the door, I thought you might want a little space. I hear you moving the boxes this morning." Tom pressed his forehead against Pete's, "I had the door closed so you could sleep. I know you stayed up working after I crashed last night."

A light shirt of the shoulders was all Pete offered, instead ready to focus on today. "So, pancakes or french toast?" Tom leaned in for another kiss, caging Pete against the counter.

As Tom tightened his arms around Pete's slim waist, Pete's right slid up Tom's back and into his hair. Pete was used to the mixed feeling of silky soft hair held tightly together by the gel Ice used. He thought it was a perfect reflection of the man himself. On this day, he was met with only silky softness, nothing holding it rigidly in place. Pete smiled into the kiss and pulled his hand higher into the fluffy soft hair. As he lightly scratched his nails against Tom's scalp, he felt him relax a little more. Pete's smile gre wider and prompted Tom to pull away, the question in his eyes, his eyes still on Pete's lips.

Pete grinned and carded his hand through Tom's hair, "I wonder if I can keep you as relaxed as your hair today." Pete mused as he lightly pressed a kiss to Tom's neck, "That would be so nice. Just a relaxed day here, at our home."

Tom's knees threatened to buckle. He was feeling relaxed and also too far away from Pete. But hearing Pete call this house, their house, home? That melted any trace of Iceman for the day. Pete hadn't called anywhere home in so long. "Home?" He was desperate to hear it again.

Mav's green eyes twinkled, his smile crinkling the corners, "Yeah, home. With you. Our home." As they soaked in the moment, the mood was broken by the loud grumble from Tom's stomach. "Right, breakfast. Pancakes or french toast?" Mav asked again.

Tom held Pete against his chest as they made pancakes together. Mav plated them on a single plate, nodding for Ice to get the coffee. In the dining room, Pete waited for Tom to settle before plopping himself in Tom's lap. Instantly his hand returned to the soft, unstyled hair, knocking into a slightly feathered style. Tom fed Pete bites of pancake, taking his own bites between.

After breakfast, and at Tom's suggestion, they left the dishes in the sink and piled on the couch to watch some baseball. Tom was leaned back against Pete. Pete offered his own color commentary on the game, his hand gently playing with Tom's hair until he'd lulled the blonde to sleep. Mav smiled at his sleeping boyfriend, "Home. Home is good."

AAAAAAAAAAAAA

LOSING MY SHIT RIGHT NOW

🥹❤️‍🩹 sometimes you just need someone to tell you that it's okay & that they're there no matter what

Thinking about Wade just... being normal(?) For a day. Doing house hold chores, watching shitty live tv, goes out to walk Puppins, showering with no smart remarks.

Yes, he still hums and taps on stuff, but it's much.. calmer.. now. In the sense that he doesn't want to cause a scene and would rather just be left alone right now.

But then... when he gets out. Surely he's going to be his silly self and say something, right?? Right???? Wrong.

He just... sits there. Boredly looking at those free magazines that you find sometimes at doctors' offices. The ones that are like "Home improvment for your loved one with dementia" or "50 dinner ideas for someone with diabetes"

Logan just blinks after watching him all day and goes "...Are you okay?"

Without a beat, he awnsers pretty monotoned. "I can't be manic all the time. That's just stupid to think." Before realizing he said it outloud. He perks up and starts laughing. "I mean- Yeah I'm great! What about you, Tiger?"

Again Logan just stares, blinking some as he tries to process.

"....How long have you kept up that act..?"

"I don't know what you're talking about, pumpkin!" It was like watching someone trying to impersonate themsleves.

"....Wade.."

"What is it cupcake?"

"...You don't have to do that."

"Do what? Gosh your so silly. My silly little sunflower."

Logan just stares at him for a bit more and quickly he panics, swallowing and starting to say anything he can to make him believe it was a joke but he dosn't believe a single word of it.

"...its not an act.. is it?"

It eventually ends with wade running out of excuses or things to lie about. He sits there, tears starting to run down his face as he thinks of words to say. You can see just how desperate he is to say something but he can't seem to get it out.

"..I....I-i."

"I know."

Wade just looks at him with this big scared eyes as if he was about to accuse him of faking or telling him he liked this wade better or something terrible like asking how to keep him this way but Logan pulls him into a side hug.

"...are you okay?"

His throat tightens, shaking his head. "..no."

"That's okay." Turning to give him an actual hug, Wade cries. Not because he's sad though. But because to Logan, it doesn't matter how high or low he was on the chart, who he was or how he acted. He loves him. He understands that acting like a crazy childish phycopath isn't a mask but rather who he was sometimes. And sometimes he prefered to silently lay his head on his shoulder.

Eventually Logan asks him if he has a personality disorder and Wade just shrugs. "Probably.... is that an issue..?"

"No.... do you want diagnosed?"

Wade pauses, remembers the last time he asked for medical help and shakes his head. "Nah... I'm good.. besides. I've come to like him."

"How long has he been in there?" Logan playfully knocks on his head and wade giggles a bit. A genuine true laugh. "I don't know. Probably forever.... are you sure it's not a problem?" He bites his tounge, waiting for the "because I like him better" but it never came.

"Why would that be a problem? Sure, you're a pain the ass but you're my pain in the ass." He says, mindlessly sitting for a second before quickly saying "DON'T-"

As wade is on the brink of explosion from laughter and some smirky comments.

ME AND WHO

(still not over this. so adorable♡)

i caaaaaaaan't anymoooooore

just saw a man so beautiful i started to cry

autumn but metal playlists, living in hoodies, pumpkin stuff everywhere, korn, spooky movies on tv again, shorter days & longer nights, rain, boots, deftones, driving around, beanies, headphones, long walks, addams family, deep talks, foggy mornings, limp bizkit, halloween, leaves turning red & brown, more baking, cargo pants, darker colours, coats

okay genuine question i wanna know what's behind the phenomenon of one mobius m mobius- because HOW did this man literally waltz right into my top three marvel characters ranking right after one episode of season 1?

and stayed there?

until season 2? and also through and after season 2? and he's still there?

✨aaah nothing like listening to dad vibes by limp bizkit in the morning & dressing to please my masc desires with my silly little band shirts and oversized shorts✨

okay this just made my day🖤

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

This is Halloween..

WHERE DID HE SAY THAT I NEED TO HEAR IT (for scientific reasons🤠)

It is with my great pleasure that I introduce the Nu Metal Cowboy

Mr Fred Durst himself