#and getting yelled at to come back to earth

[m1ngkis]

Jealous mean San << (18+)

A/N: MINORS BE GONE. This contains fingering, degradation (he call you a slut ALOT), San being jealous and mean to you of course, its in a parking lot but nobody catches them. Enjoy!

"Say it again.." His breath was heavy in your ear as he leaned over your trembling form.

"I- I can't" Your fingers dug into his forearm as his fingers plunged in and out of your needy pussy.

"You can, you will. Even if I have to fuck it out of you." His free hand gripped up your chin and forced your head up to meet his eyes, angry and desperate.

"Sannie~" You whine at him as your toes start to curl, his fingers picking up speed, the lewd sounds of your arousal only bringing you closer to the edge.

"Don't whine about it now. You knew what you were doing with that guy."

Ah yes, that guy. The guy that bought you a drink at the bar and took your short dress and friendly smile as an invitation to crowd your space and slip a hand up your dress.

You had never seen San move so fast, snapping the guys wrist and all but dragging you out of the bar, into the backseat of his car with fury blazing in his pupils.

San was always the jealous type, overreacting to situations more often than not but this had been the first time he had blamed you for how things went down.

"The fuck were you thinking going out like this huh?" Even though he gave his approval before you left the house. "No wonder he thinks your so easy."

"I'm not easy!" You had yelled back in his face.

"Liar. Tell the truth! You're an easy little slut, aren't you?" His frame had towered over you in the car, making you feel caged between him and the seats until you were laying flat, your legs on either side of his hips. "Look at you now. So pretty and you'd probably let me fuck you in this parking lot huh? Want everybody to see you fall apart for me?"

You shook your head even though your eyes betrayed you. The idea thrilled you and he could see how much when you didn't even put up a fight when his fingers slipped past your panties and through your slick folds.

San had edged you for the last ten minutes at least and he would keep doing it until you said the words.

"You're just an easy slut. Say it and you can cum on my fingers."

"I don't wanna say it! It's not true!" Your eyes brimmed with tears as your body shook with another denied orgasm.

"This pussy is soaking me up to my elbow. Try again." San's head dipped to your chest, sinking his teeth into your skin as his fingers started up again, ramming into your hole with a set purpose.

Your back arched up and your eyes rolled back, his name broken on your trembling lips. "Please.. please god!"

"God isn't here baby. He can't save you so say. the fucking. words." He growled into your ear.

"I-I'm a.." A chill ripped through your spine as the knot in your belly clenched tight.

"That's it.. That's my girl. Get it out."

"I'm an easy slut!"

"That's right. My pretty slut wanna come on my fingers?" You nodded your head with vigor as your high hit like a bullet train, your thighs squeezing together and locking San's hand in place.

He stays put until you come back to earth, placing a soothing kiss of his bite and slipping his fingers out of you. "That wasn't so hard right?"

[little-forest-goblin]

First impressions Pt.2

Regency!Five Hargreeves x reader

Synopsis: In the regency era every woman wanted to marry a man that was wealthy and had good status. there was little time to get to know one another. But you Y/N L/N are the most reluctant to these whole marriage to random men you don’t fully know.

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God you were so nervous.

The doors of the manor were huge. You and your family stepped up to the doors and once opened you saw the party in its full glory. People dancing, some flirting, some drinking, some already drunk off their minds. It was a sight to behold. Trisha and Maggie gasped with wide smiles and looked to each other and quickly went inside. Mother and father where smiling and reminiscing about the days of there time when they were young and found each other. Colin had already hurried off having already found a beautiful girl he could dance with. This left you by yourself. You nervously entered and looked around the ball. God this was nerve wracking and honestly dizzying seeing people dance around and laugh and chatter away. You took a deep breath in then out and began to walk around. The hargreeves manor was quite beautiful and large but almost to much. Like they had so much money they didnt know where to put it or what to invest in. When you ended up around a table with glasses of wine you picked one up and sipped it. A good year. How suiting for such an event and a wealthy man. Your drink was cut short by your sister trisha hurrying to you “Come Y/N! Reginald and his son’s and daughters is coming!” trisha took your glass setting it down you laughed as she dragged you along excitedly “I was drinking that trisha!” of course it fell on deaf ears as they went to the front as the guests parted a pathway for Reginald. You stood next to trisha and maggie as reginald and his family started to make their way down the lane. There were 7 of them. 6 sons and 1 daughter all above 18 meaning suitable bachelors and bachelorette. Reginald stood at the front and his voice sounded “Thank you all for coming here today. I am honored to be graced with your presence’s. Now im not one for idle chit chat so i will introduce you to my children.” Reginald gestured to all of them but one caught your eye immensely. He held his arms behind his back his hair combed and cut precisely and an air of stoicism and sophistication. Five Hargreeves was his name. He looked honestly a bit miserable like he would rather be anywhere but here. You chuckled softly and whispered to Maggie and Trisha “Is it just me or does that one look awfully miserable?” Trisha looked to you and back to Five “him? five? I think he looks quite handsome.” you chuckled and looked to her “Yes but he seems to be quite a buzzkill, no?” trisha smacked you arm lightly with her closed hand fan. you chuckled and rubbed the spot and looked back to the front a second to late cause now the party was back normal dancing and drinking. Before you even got a minute break your mother took your arm along with maggie and trisha’s “Mother! what on earth are you doing?” trisha whisper yelled Your mother smiled “We are going to meet them!” you suddenly felt nauseous. Once you where in front of them Your father came up to reginald “Mr Hargreeves splendid party.” he shook his hand and reginald gave a tight lipped smiled “Yes i am just glad i could have everyone in unity.” your father chuckled “You know my wife and these are our three daughters Trisha, maggie and Y/N” you and your sisters took a polite curtsy. Reginald nodded “They sure are beautiful, George.” your father smiled almost proudly “Yes they are aren’t they.” As your father, mother and reginald talked you couldnt help but feeling a pair eyes on you. You look to see who is the culprit to see Five whose eyes looked you up and down and met yours not daring to look away. This sent a shudder down your back and goosebumps on your legs. His green eyes pierced you like no other. You kept your eye contact till it was interrupted by Trisha dragging you to the dance floor to come dance. You kept your eyes locked with his for a moment before looking away. Your stomach felt a knotted feeling in it. You tried to push it away and just followed Trisha “Trisha! slow down” Trisha giggled “No! come one come dance there plenty of handsome men tonight!” you chuckled and sighed shaking your head lightly and joined in on the dance.

You have been dancing for some time now. Your cheeks slightly red and your heart racing. The man you were dancing with was quite good at this you must admit. Eventually you stepped out to have a break as you caught your breath and stood to the side you noticed none other than five was next to you. Suddenly it felt like the air was right back in your lungs. You looked at him a bit surprised he noticed your look and turned to you “Problem Mrs L/N?” you went a little red in the cheeks not exactly expecting him to remember you “Oh um…yes everything is fine.” You looked away and back to the people dancing a bit of an awkward silence happened between you and him. He then broke it “Shouldnt you be dancing with a man? Perhaps finding a husband?” you looked to him with furrowed brows “why exactly is that your business what i do?” he looked to you “It was just a question” you and his eyes locked and that shudder went down your body again until you looked away and back the group. He stayed looking at you for a minute till he looked away again and back at the people. He gave a hmph and walked off. You furrowed your brows and shrugged thinking nothing of it.

Later in the night your sister trisha was conversing with you about the man she was dancing with which so happened to be viktor hargreeves she was swooning over him immensely. Just then nearby five was talking to none other then viktor. Viktor turned to five “The L/N family is quite something else, dont you think, five?” five didnt spare a glance at his brother “Yes something else indeed. You and that Trisha were pretty cozy with eachother no?” viktor chuckled “Yes i quite like her. Lively one she is. What about you and that Y/N? I saw you talking to her earlier” five shrugged “She is alright i suppose” Five said that but something else was in his eyes. was it intrigue? Viktor scoffed “Really thats it? God when are you ever gonna find someone.” five finally turned to him “Viktor i only just met her. Im not going to wed her just because she might intrigue me.” Viktor chuckled and shook his head “So you do not like than?” five thought for a moment. “In a logical standpoint, no” Now that hurt. You scoffed and shook your head. Now are you mad he didn’t instantly love you? No but He could’ve just said he would’ve wanted to get to know you better instead of a flat no! Trisha looked a little shocked herself. she looked to you seeing your embarrassed look she took your hands “Don’t worry about him! there is plenty fish in the sea and this sea has many i saw looking at you.” you looked to her and smiled softly “Your right your right but-“ Trisha shook her head “Ah ah ah i wont have it. You don’t want him anyway. He is a fool for not wanting you besides you said it yourself, a damned buzzkill. Miserable man.” you chuckled and then full on laughed as she pulled you back out to the dance floor determined to make you feel much better about yourself.

Sometime later a slower dance was coming on you ended up partnering with the man from earlier. you never caught his name and you know what might as well now “I don’t think i ever caught your name” he looked down at you and chuckled “Ah yes i suppose not. My name is Edward. Edward wentworth.” he brought your hand to his lips giving a light kiss to the knuckle bringing it back in place for the dance. You has to admit he was quite handsome himself. You giggled “Edward wentworth? What a fascinating name” You and edward seemed to talk the whole time. He seemed more interested in getting to know you than immediately proposing marriage. Your mind completely abandoned the memory of fives harsh words he exchanged with viktor as you talked and danced with edward. Unbeknownst to you five was watching across the way. his eyes burned with something he couldnt put his finger on quite yet. it took over his impulses and made him walk his way through the crowd to you and stop you and Edward.

“Excuse me? mind if i cut in?”

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Hey ya’ll i hope you guys enjoyed the writing. Sorry for any grammatical errors! i love you guys stay safe ❤️

[nicoline1998enilocin]

The Only One For Me || Part 1

PAIRING || College Student!Young!Tony Stark x College Student!Fem!Reader

WORDCOUNT || 7.5K 

SUMMARY || You and Tony have been crushing on one another since the beginning of your time at college, but it’s not until he gets to kiss you during a kissing booth that he finally gathers the courage to ask you out on a date. Once he’s picked you up for said date, he can’t stop telling you how he feels about you, and and he also wants nothing more than to kiss you every chance he gets.

RATING || Mature (M)

TAGS || College AU. No powers AU. Young Tony Stark AU. Mutual pining. Idiots in love. Love confessions. Sexual tension.

A/N || This story has been brought to life by none other than my bestie and the most amazing human to be walking on the earth right now: @ccbsrmsf1. From working out the idea to listening to my endless thoughts and additions and proofreading to top it all of, I’m forever grateful for you and your support. Eu te amo 🤍

A/N 2.0 || This is written for @elixirfromthestars's writing challenge! The prompts used in this story are College AU - Saying I love you for the first time - I'm only doing it because you're cute - Could you hold my hand? - “Make me fantasize, 'bout you baby. And you smell so sweet, like fresh-picked daisies.”

EVENTS @anyfandomfluffbingo || Upperclass/Lowerclass

All graphics are made by @nicoline1998enilocin

Main Masterlist || Tony Stark Masterlist

It's a beautiful spring day in New York City as you walk from the dorm you share with your best friend and classmate, Natasha Romanoff, to the day's first lecture. You only have half a day of classes, so you will sit on a terrace somewhere this afternoon and spend some much-needed quality time together. Over the past three years, you and she have formed a strong bond unlike any other, and you're fortunate to call her your best friend, even if she spends more and more time with her boyfriend, Bruce, lately.

During those same three years, you have also developed a major crush on Bruce's best friend - the shy, sweet, and soft-spoken Tony Stark. Even though you both follow the same course to get an engineering degree, you're in different classes, meaning you don't get to see each other as often as you'd like. The first time you met Tony during freshman year is a moment you'll never forget, as it's been engraved in your memory as the best night of your life so far.

"C'mon, let's go dance!" Natasha yells over the loud music, and you agree after pouring yourself another drink in one of the red cups. While you're usually not much of a party-goer – instead, you'd much rather sit in your dorm and read – she managed to convince you to come along, and that's how you find yourself amidst a large crowd of college students as they're partying the night away.

Meanwhile, on the other end of the party, Bruce is trying to get Tony to loosen up a little, too. He's always very shy and introverted, but he wouldn't say no to his best friend for anything, which is how he found himself at this party, holding a cup with something he couldn't pronounce in it. It tastes fine, so he takes small sips and watches the crowd afar.

"Come on, we should go to the dancefloor! I heard Natasha is going to be here, and she will bring a friend," Bruce said, trying to convince his friend. At the thought of Bruce and Natasha seeing each other, he can almost feel his eyes roll back, as they've been running circles around each other for a while, but neither of them has done anything even though they're attracted to each other.

"Fine. But if you leave me alone and go somewhere with Natasha instead, I'm leaving," Tony grumbled. Bruce was just happy he got to see Natasha again, and to have his best friend tagging along is always a nice bonus. What Tony did not anticipate was seeing you. In his 19 years on the planet, he has never seen someone as naturally beautiful as you - very light make-up, simple jeans, a black tank top, and a smile that outshines even the brightest stars in the night sky. For Tony, it is love at first sight.

"Nat!" Bruce says as he approaches her with a significant smile, Tony following close behind. You also turn around at the mention of your friend's nickname, and even though your eyes first land on Bruce, you quickly cross gazes with someone who you've never seen before but whose handsome features and broad physique have your body on fire, even though you don't even know who it is.

"Nat, Y/N, I want you to meet my best friend, Tony." As he's being introduced, a red blush appears on his cheeks, and he raises his hand awkwardly as his way of greeting. As you look at the sight that unfolds in front of you, you can't help but smile as the dormant butterflies in your stomach slowly start to wake up - you haven't felt this way in a long time, but you're not complaining.

As the evening progresses, Natasha and Bruce are expectantly busier with each other than anyone else at the party. Still, you and Tony get along quite well, and the drinks keep flowing. While neither of you is drunk, the alcohol certainly helps you both to loosen up and now you're dancing together without a single care in the world. The way his hands feel on your body has your insides set on fire, and with every move against his body, you're starting to have more and more fun.

From that night on, whenever there's a party, you and Tony tend to gravitate towards each other, always ending up dancing. While the dancing is often very innocent, it can also turn to some of the hottest grindings, leaving you both breathless and wanting at the end of the night, though neither of you has ever managed to gather the courage to take things a step further.

As you walk through the halls on your way to the lecture, you're so engrossed in your conversation with Natasha that you fail to notice the wall of muscle in front of you, causing you to bump into it. However, before you can even think about what's going on, you feel strong arms catching you, and you're immediately looking up to see who saved you from even more embarrassment than you're already feeling.

"Steady there, Angel," Tony says softly, your insides melting like butter as he does with a flush on his cheeks. Of all the people you could have bumped into, it has to be the man you're harboring a major crush on. As you're steadying yourself, you're suddenly very aware of the closeness and how gentle his grip is on your arms, and your cheeks are heating up right along his.

"I-I'm sorry for bumping into you," you say shyly before grabbing your bag from the floor, already missing how his hands felt as they held onto you.

"Oh, uhm- it's okay," Tony says as his hand rubs the back of his neck, the redness of his cheeks intensifying as he looks at the floor. For once in his life, he wishes he would get over it already and tell you how he feels, but each time he even comes close to doing so, he changes his mind again, though the universe will have an entirely different plan for you soon.

When you've straightened yourself out, it's time to continue to class, and Natasha can't stop talking about what just happened - or, more specifically, what didn't happen not too long ago.

"You should have done something to thank him! You should have kissed him on the cheek!" she almost shrieks with excitement, and you give her a shove, letting her know you disagree with that statement. While you would love nothing more than to kiss him - even if it's 'just' on the cheek -you also know it's not something you would do in a million years.

"Girl, are you sure you aren't out of your mind? Because I'm starting to think I should maybe sign you up for some therapy," you say jokingly, and Natasha can't help but laugh at your comment.

"Well, I'd rather stay with you if that's okay. And I would miss Bruce too much if you put me into therapy," she says, and this time it's her turn to blush. The color of her cheeks is seriously rivaling the redness of her hair at the mention of her boyfriend, even though they've been together for almost two years now. You also long to have their love, and secretly, you're jealous each time you see how happy they are together.

"I'd be happy to have you stay, Nat. Life would be very boring without you," you tell her, and she nods in agreement as she walks into the lecture hall, picking a place somewhere in the middle with you. Meanwhile, as you get comfortable, Tony and Bruce also discuss what happened.

"Why didn't you do anything?! You should have offered to carry her bag and walk her to her class," Bruce tells his best friend as they wait in line for coffee. Their lecture doesn't start for another fifteen minutes.

"Dude, nobody does that anymore! And if they did, I'm sure she would have laughed at me if I'd even offered to do one of those things," Tony mumbles, but he couldn't have been further from the truth. You would have loved it if he had done it because it meant spending just a few more minutes together.

"I'd disagree with that, but that's a topic for another moment. Honestly, that girl is head over heels for you, and you've told me you feel the same, so why don't you do anything about it? It's dripping off you both, man!" he says, clapping his best friend on the shoulder to emphasize his point.

"I- I don't know. I guess I'm afraid she will reject me, and I've been through that too many times already. I'm tired of getting my heart ripped out and stepped on over and over again," Tony admits somberly, making Bruce's entire mood shift, too. Tony has never admitted this out loud, and while he does hope you will be different, he's also scared of taking the chance.

"Oh wow… It sucks that it happened, and I'm sorry you went through that. But from what Natasha has told me, I don't think Y/N is the type of person to do that to you," he says, and Tony smiles a little at mentioning your name. He wants it to be true so badly, and for the rest of the day, he will hold onto that hope as he thinks of ways to ask you out, even if it's for a coffee at the restaurant on Campus.

"So, how are we going to raise money for the dance?" you ask Natasha as you're enjoying a glass of red wine on the terrace of the café you two like to frequent on days like this. You have the rest of the day off, so there's plenty of time to enjoy the weather and plan how you are going to raise money for the dance later this year - your college always lets students raise money to be able to organize the dance.

"What about a kissing booth?" Natasha says in a tone that makes it seem like she's talking about the weather.

"Are you out of your mind?! Did you forget we're among the few girls in the engineering program? I am not going to be in that booth, Nat," you say with a shake of your head, though you also feel some butterflies at the thought of possibly getting to kiss Tony and finally finding out how soft his perfect, pink lips actually are.

"It's not as if you wouldn't want to kiss Tony," your best friend then says, and it immediately sets off a chain reaction of you stumbling in disbelief. At the same time, your cheeks give away something entirely different as their shade is starting to resemble the same color as the drink you're holding.

"Just- shut up, okay?" you mutter, making Natasha laugh heartily. After she agrees, you two come up with a few more ideas, but none of them are as good as the kissing booth, so after talking about it a bit more, you two eventually agree to bring the idea to the planning committee for the dance so they can approve it. Barely a week later, the two of you get the all-clear, and the news spreads like wildfire through the entire school.

"Tony, you're never going to believe what Nat just texted me," Bruce says with a broad smile as they stand in line at a coffee shop. You and Natasha are on the other side of the Campus, as your appointment with the planning committee just ended, so instead of waiting to tell the news, she decided to text her boyfriend immediately.

"The girls will organize a kissing booth to raise money for the dance! This is the perfect opportunity to make your dream of kissing her come true!" he says enthusiastically. Still, Tony's eyes widen at the thought; even though he has fantasized about the way you would taste and the soft sounds you'd make as he gently squeezes your hips while you're in his lap, your lips not leaving one another for even a single second, he didn't ever think those fantasies would possibly come true.

"But won't they kiss a lot of other guys, too? That way, it's not special," Tony says with a slight pout before moving forward in line.

"Well, you're right, but Nat and I are fabricating a little plan that ensures you will be first in line to kiss Y/N just like you want," Bruce says as he smiles at his phone, quickly replying to Natasha as Tony sighs softly. While he isn't too happy that he won't be the only guy to kiss you that day, he would still like to be the first, hoping it'll be a kiss never to forget.

Before Tony can answer, it's their turn to order their coffee, and when they're waiting for their coffee to be made, Bruce turns to his best friend with a smirk. "You need to relax, okay? We will ensure you're the first because you deserve it. You've been dreaming about her for so long; it's time we're helping you progress in your love life."

A few weeks later, it's finally time for the kissing booth. The news has spread like wildfire, and you can hear both students and teachers talking about it - though both for different reasons. The students are thrilled that this is happening; they're excited they get to kiss some of the most beautiful women in the entire college, and the teachers grumble about the fact that it had to happen during their classes, though they all agreed to it.

"How are you feeling?" Natasha asks as she puts the last few touches on your make-up so that it will accentuate your outfit beautifully. The weather outside is excellent, and you've opted to wear a sundress, making you look adorable as you get ready to be in the kissing booth. You, Natasha, and a few other girls are taking turns in the booth, each standing there for about 15 minutes over two hours, trying to raise as much money as you can for the dance.

First, it's your turn, and you're both excited and nervous about what will come. Knowing Tony will be the first person in line to have butterflies in your stomach go wild; you can already feel your body thrumming with excitement at seeing him again. You don't get to see him as often as you'd like, seeing your busy schedules and conflicting classes, but when you do, it's like an angel has come down from heaven, and you can't stop smiling for an entire day.

"Ready?" Natasha asks after putting some vanilla-flavored chapstick on your lips, and you hum in agreement. When you walk over, you're immediately met by the sight of the man you love, a five-dollar bill in his hand as he's nervously bouncing on his feet to see you, and he's not disappointed in the slightest. You picked the dress you're wearing especially for him, as it shows off your curves beautifully, and Tony has to try not to drop his jaw to the floor, though the color on his cheeks gives his thoughts away immediately.

As you walk to your side of the kissing booth, Tony wrings his hands together nervously, the bill lying on the counter between you both. It's been a long time since you have been this close, and in mere minutes, you two will be the closest you've ever been.

"H-hi, Angel," Tony says with a smile that you happily reciprocate as you greet him. As you notice the five-dollar bill, you grab his change, but he stops you before you can do it.

"I- uhm… I was hoping- if it's okay with you if I could uhm- maybegettwokisses?" he mumbles the last words so quickly that you're having difficulty understanding. Then, when it clicks after a few moments, the heat in your cheeks rivals his color.

"Yeah, that's- perfect," you tell him, and he can't stop smiling at the thought that he gets to kiss you twice. As you get ready, Tony brings his hands to your face, cupping your cheeks gently before rubbing his thumbs over the warm flesh and looking into your eyes for a moment, wanting to bask in the moment's glory. Then, as he leans in, you shut your eyes before you're met with the feeling of his lips on yours.

They're soft, pillowy, and perfect as he takes his time with the kiss. It's slow and sweet, and it sets your insides on fire as your arms encircle his neck, pulling him as close as possible with the counter in between you two. While you and Tony get lost in the feeling of one another, Bruce and Natasha secretly share glances of excitement, as they've been waiting for this moment for nearly 3.5 years.

The entire time, your heart beats like it's about to leap out of your chest, and the butterflies in your stomach fluttered wildly as you smiled into the kiss. As he pulls away, you feel a piece of your soul leaving with him, wanting nothing more than to kiss those lips again and get another taste of Tony Stark.

Tony pulls back with a smirk, and his hands slip away from your face, but he reaches for yours instead of letting them fall to his sides. "Could you hold my hand? I want to ensure I'm not dreaming when I kiss you again," Tony tells you with flushed cheeks, and you immediately nod without thinking about it for a second. As his fingers gently intertwine with yours, it feels nothing short of right, as if you two were meant to be together from birth.

As Tony leans in again, you're already smiling before he even gets to kiss you, making him smile before his lips capture yours again. This time, Natasha takes a few photos of the two of you, wanting you to remember this moment forever - even though it definitely won't be the last time you kiss him, you'll be thrilled to have a visual memory, too. After pulling away, you and Tony look at each other for a few more moments before he asks you something you could only have dreamt about.

"Go on a date with me, Angel, please." Your crush has a look in his eyes you can't quite describe, but it's luring you in as you nod in excitement, the butterflies once again going wild as your heart rate is still beating as if it's trying to make up for missed beats each time you saw him and fell more in love with him. Then, as you feel Tony's fingers slipping from yours, you're left with an empty feeling as you watch him walk away, a giddy smile and rosy cheeks making him look adorable.

The rest of your fifteen minutes fly by as you can only think about the special kisses you shared with Tony, and out of respect and love for him, you only kiss the other guys on the cheek, much to their dismay. Natasha has also decided to only kiss guys on the cheeks, seeing how she's been in a relationship with Bruce for the past few years, and the other girls got to choose what they were most comfortable with.

Once your time in the kissing booth was over, you realized that you had a lot more fun than you thought you would, and all in all, you raised nearly $350 to go to the organization of the dance.

"Natasha, can I ask you something about Y/N?" Tony asks as she's sitting on Bruce's bed, and she hums in answer before flipping the page of her book. He's been busy planning your date for a few days now, and the thought of you two kissing did not leave his mind for even a second.

"I- uhm, I want to surprise her with some flowers before our date tomorrow, but I'm not sure which ones she likes, so… yeah," he tells her, the notebook with all his plans open before him. Many ideas are crossed out, others have added small notes, and he wrote your initials in a little heart as well, which Natasha hasn't stopped teasing him about from the moment she saw it.

"Don't tell her I told you this, but she's obsessed with tulips. Ever since she was little, she has grown them in her parents' garden, and her parents always send her a bouquet on her birthday. While she loves all colors, she loves white tulips most of all," your best friend said without looking up from the pages before her. As Tony listens to the story, he immediately starts to smile at the thought of your face when you see that he bought your favorite flowers.

"Okay, thank you. And what do you think she'd prefer, a walk through the park or going to a coffee shop and getting some coffee?"

"First off, she doesn't drink coffee unless it's extremely sweet and iced, at which point you can't call it coffee anymore, but secondly, you would make her happiest by taking her to her favorite coffee shop, it's a small one in Brooklyn actually, but she rarely gets the chance to go there because of our busy school schedules. When we do get the chance to go there, she's often sitting in one of the booths by the window to look at the people walking by as she enjoys her 'coffee' or a hot chocolate."

The entire time, Tony is furiously taking notes so he can surprise you tomorrow. The two of you have been texting quite a lot from the moment you kissed, and even though you've been trying to figure out what he has planned for you, he's keeping it a surprise. But now that he has a fully formed plan, he can't wait to take you on a date you will remember for the rest of your lives.

The night before your date with Tony is mostly spent texting Tony, as you're growing increasingly excited each time you see his name on your phone. Every time your screen lights up, your face does, too, and the butterflies in your stomach are doing somersaults all at once. Then, as you're walking into your bedroom while reading the text he just sent, you suddenly remember you don't have an outfit planned yet.

As soon as you reply to his first message, you immediately ask him how you should dress for the date, as you're still completely in the dark about what he has planned. However, he's letting you know one detail - he's going to pick you up on his motorcycle so that you can dress accordingly. At the thought of being on his motorcycle, you're sure you need to grab some clean panties, as the ones you're wearing now are entirely ruined from the idea alone.

After he lets you know he's picking you up at 2 p.m., it's time for you to call it a night. You have one last lecture in the morning, for which you need some proper rest.

Tony >> Good night, my beautiful Angel. I can't wait to see you tomorrow 🌷

Angel >> Good night, Handsome! I'm looking forward to seeing what you have planned for me 😉

When you hit send, you bite your lip in excitement, trying to keep in the giggle that wants to escape because of your excitement. As you're getting ready to get some much-needed sleep, Tony is still wide awake and smiling at his phone as he's reading your message. He's possibly even more excited to see you tomorrow than you are to see him and what he has planned, and the fact that you called him Handsome has caused the butterflies in his stomach to go wild.

"What're you smiling at?" Bruce asks as he walks out of the shower, his dark curls still dripping from the water. He looks over at his best friend. Even though he knows he's smiling because of you, he can't help but ask because he enjoys seeing Tony like this.

"Oh, nothing," Tony says with a small smile before turning off his screen and putting down his phone with a sigh. He's been spending every last one of his waking minutes talking to you, but now that you've gone to sleep, he already misses you, which makes the wait until he gets to pick you up even longer. That night, you and Tony had a good rest, meaning you're well rested and ready for the next day and the much-anticipated date he had planned.

The following day, you're up bright and early for your lecture, which is over at noon, leaving enough time to return to your dorm and prepare for your date. Last night, you already laid out your outfit - a pair of light blue jeans, a white tank top, Natasha's dark red leather jacket that she let you borrow, and your high top Converse to finish the look - and now it's time to change into that and do your hair and make-up.

After a quick shower, you let your hair loose today, as it'll be the most convenient while wearing a helmet on the back of Tony's motorcycle. You can feel desire coursing through your veins as you think about sitting close to his body, the way his muscles are gonna feel under your fingertips, and how you'll be able to smell his cologne the entire time. Combined with the fact that you're gonna be able to feel his soft, pillowy lips on yours again is the cherry on top, because he admitted to wanting to kiss you again, and you couldn't agree more.

Your make-up is simple, as you opt for waterproof mascara and some eyeliner combined with vanilla chapstick, and then you're ready to go. You're done right on time because a few minutes before 2 p.m., you hear a knock on your door, and excitement flows through even a single inch of your body as you walk to the front door. Tony is waiting with a surprise in hand, wearing an all-black outfit that will set your insides on fire, too, as he looks devilishly handsome in his get-up, combined with sunglasses and his usual messy hair.

As the door swings open, you gasp softly as you're met with a sight you've gotten to love over the years, and that is a large bouquet of your favorite flowers: white tulips. That, and the man holding them. For a moment, you stand there nailed to the ground, unsure of what to do as your brain catches up with the moment, but when it does, you profusely apologize with burning cheeks before taking the flowers from his hands and inviting him into your dorm.

"These are beautiful, Tony, and they're my favorites too," you tell him with a broad smile, which works infectious as he smiles along with you. Natasha has given him some very helpful tips, and he has picked up on some things over the years, too, so he has gone above and beyond to make today perfect for you, as he wants it to be a day you will remember for the rest of your life.

"I'm happy you like them," he says as he watches you work with precision while arranging them into a vase and putting them on your desk when they're perfect. When you turn around, you're met with the sight of Tony holding out one of his hands, and you put yours in his without a second thought. He gently guides you to him, and when you're both almost touching, he leans in as you feel his breath ghosting past your ear.

"Can I kiss you, Angel? I've been dreaming of kissing you again ever since we shared our first kiss," he says softly, with goosebumps erupting all over your skin. Your hands immediately move to his waist as you nod, and before you can think about what's happening, you feel his lips on yours again, setting your entire body and soul on fire in the best way possible. His fingers gently dig into your sides as you two share this moment, and you wish it could last forever.

When you have to pull away to catch your breath, you're already missing him and how he tastes, but the red color on his cheeks makes up for it as he's flustered from the kiss you two shared. You're looking up at him to meet his gaze - there's still quite a significant height difference between you two - and when you do, you can feel your cheeks mimicking his as a smirk brightens his features.

It's finally time to go after that, and you interlace your fingers with his after heading out the door. You decided to bring a small bag that holds your phone, some cards, cash, and keys, which is all you'll need today, so while one hand is stuffed in the pocket of the jacket you're wearing, the other is being squeezed gently by the man who's taking you on a date.

The moment you step outside, you're met by the sun shining brightly on you both, making the weather perfect for a ride on his motorcycle, even though you don't know where the two of you will be going. However, before you can even think about putting on a helmet, Tony stands in front of you, your back gently pressing against his bike as he does.

"You have no idea what you do to me, my sweet, irresistible Angel. I'm- fuck, I'm addicted to you; I can't stay away for even a moment," Tony whispers as his fingers dig into your hips, his body pushing you against his bike as his lips place teasing kisses along your jaw and down your neck, a soft moan slipping from your lips as it does. Your hands cup his cheeks before pulling his face to meet yours, your lips crashing onto one another in a battle of tongues to find dominance. Soft groans fall from Tony's lips as he tries to hold himself back, though it's not as easy as he thought it would be, not when you - soft, sweet little you - are like putty under his touch.

"T-Tony," you whisper as his kisses trail down your neck again, and he groans again at the mention of his name. "We shouldn't do this, not here," you tell him, and he hums in agreement, though it's with a heavy heart - and tight pants - that he does. A few more soft pecks on your lips are all you get before he moves away from you again, and you try with all your might not to jump him right then and there.

"Ready?" Tony asks after he has fastened your helmet and you're comfortable on the back of his motorcycle. Your arms are wrapped tightly around him, and you let him know you're ready. When the large machine roars to life, goosebumps erupt all over your body. It's been a dream to ride together, and it feels amazing as you two soar through the streets of Manhattan on your way to your destination for the afternoon.

After talking to Natasha about your favorite café to drink coffee, he has called ahead to ensure they're open and to reserve one of the window booths so your date can be perfect. As it feels like you're flying, you quickly notice that you're leaving Manhattan and on your way to Brooklyn, where you have many unforgettable memories. Growing up there, you spent a lot of time exploring that part of New York, and suddenly, you had an idea of where you might be going.

It takes a little over an hour for you to reach your destination, and the moment you turn the corner to the café Tony is taking you to, you can't stop smiling. You squeeze him a bit in appreciation, making him smile in return. He also makes a mental note to thank Natasha for the idea, as he never would have thought to take you to a place like this. As you approach the café, Tony carefully rides his bike onto the sidewalk before stopping in front of the café and allowing you to get off first.

"How are you feeling, Angel?" Tony asks as his gaze roams over your body, trying to look for any discomfort, and he doesn't find any before taking off his helmet. When he does, you're met with his beautiful dark brown eyes, which you drown in every single time, and your heart rate immediately picks up as the butterflies in your stomach go wild, too.

"I'm good, thank you," you say as he unclips your helmet strap, and you lift it gently off your head before shaking out your hair. It's glowing beautifully as the sun's rays fall on it, illuminating it as you turn to put the helmet down for a moment, needing to unzip the leather jacket. While Tony ensures his motorcycle is off, he fastens the helmets to the handles so they won't get taken, and then he stretches out his hand, gesturing for you to grab it.

The moment you hear the little doorbell above the door ring, you're met with nostalgia, as this is the café you and your Dad used to go to when you were little. Everything is still the same - the decorations on the walls, the tablecloths decorating the tables, and the booths you always love to sit in, and people watch; even the woman behind the counter hasn't changed, other than the fact that she has aged significantly since your childhood.

"Oh, Y/N, my sweet, beautiful girl! I can't believe I finally get to see you again," the woman - who you know as Auntie June - says, and your face splits into a large grin while she walks around the counter. When you grew up, she always sneaked you an extra cookie when your Dad ordered them; even now, when you order her famous chocolate chip cookies, she always gives you an extra one.

"I'm so happy to see you, my dear - your Dad was here the other day, and he talked my ear off about how well you're doing in college and that you're going on a date with a sweet boy," she says proudly, and that's when both yours and Tony's cheeks heat up. While you have told your parents about going on a date with Tony, you didn't expect them to tell others about it, but at the same time, you're also proud to let people know you're on a date with none other than the amazing Tony Stark.

After sharing a few more bits of small talk, you and Tony finally get in your order with June: a hot chocolate with whipped cream, a black coffee for Tony, and two of June's chocolate chip cookies to enjoy as you sit in your favorite booth. While she's preparing the drinks, Tony leads you to the booth he called for, and you happily slip into the same side you always sit at. Still, the only difference is that you're now with the man of your dreams, making it an even more enjoyable experience than usual.

While you and Tony are enjoying the atmosphere while looking outside at the people walking by, as well as stealing glances from one another, June brings you the coffee, hot chocolate, and cookies, only this time she added two extra cookies, even though you didn't pay for them. You still thank her profusely as you smile, knowing that she approves of the man across from you if she does this.

"Angel, you have something- here, let me help you," Tony says as he spots a hot chocolate mustache. Instead of reaching over to remove it with his hand, he leans over the table and kisses you softly, setting your cheeks on fire as he does, your eyes slipping shut. A small sigh escapes when he pulls away, as you would have liked for the moment to last much longer.

"Why did you do that? I mean, I'm not complaining, but-"

"I'm only doing it because you're cute," he said with a wink, and that was enough to send the butterflies in your stomach into a flurry that has you putting your hands on them to calm them down a little bit. The smile on your face doesn't move an inch the entire time you spend there, feeding each other bits of June's amazing cookies and having some fantastic conversations. Just as the café is about to close, she suddenly heads over to the booth, letting you know that she sadly has to close for the night.

"Thank you so much for everything, June, and please, say hi to Christopher and my parents for me," you say, mentioning her husband, who has been running the café with her for the last forty-three years.

"I will, Y/N; he will be so happy to know you stopped by with this sweet boy. And your parents will be delighted to hear you stopped by as well," she says with a few pats on your arm, making you smile. She always makes you feel right at home, and you're already looking forward to seeing her or her husband the next time. You told Tony about an excellent little diner near the café where you can get some great food, so that's precisely where the two of you are headed, as neither of you wants to head back yet.

"How far is it?" Tony asks, and you tell him it's about fifteen minutes away before putting on the helmet and giving him the address so he can put it into his navigation system. During the entire drive, you're happily cuddled up to Tony, his hand occasionally resting on yours as you wait at a traffic light, with you smiling like crazy inside your helmet. While Tony follows the directions, you're enjoying the view from your old neighborhood, as it hasn't changed since you've grown up.

When you're at the diner, Tony turns off the motorcycle again before letting you step off first and then following to park it. The helmets are again quickly secured before your hand slips into his, warm against your palm. As you walk in, you're almost immediately greeted by a lovely young lady, bringing you to some available seating and some menus to look over for dinner. After ordering a beer and a glass of wine, you and Tony flip through the menu for a moment before deciding what to eat.

"Do you want me to recommend something to you?" you ask Tony, who nods as he looks up to meet your gaze.

"I think the burgers here are divine, but I most of all can recommend the bacon burger. It's very juicy and tastes perfect. The fries that go along with it are also a perfect addition," you tell him, and Tony can feel his stomach growling from your description. The woman who got your drink order is back, and after giving you both your drinks, she also takes your order of two bacon burgers before taking away the menu.

"How was it to grow up here? I'm sure it must be quite the difference from Manhattan," Tony asks. Even though he was also born and raised in New York, he's from a different part of town than you, and he has never visited Brooklyn before today.

"It was very nice. Even though I wasn't born here, I can't remember living anywhere other than right here. Everything here is so… homey, I think, is the best way to describe it. People are willing to do a lot more for each other, and if I may say so, it was quite nice not to grow up in the filthy rich part of town. I grew up learning how to do things myself, and I've been working from as early of an age as I was allowed," you tell Tony, who nods in understanding.

He's the opposite of you because, being born and growing up in Manhattan, his parents had so much money they sometimes didn't even know what to do with it. Everything was pretty much handed to him, though he was also determined to make something of himself in life instead of relying on his money, and he's still reaping the benefits of that today.

"But I want you to know I don't mind that you grew up rich. I know you're not like those rich snobs who think they're better than everyone else just because they have money. You work for what you want, and that's something I admire in you, Tony," you tell him as you're holding his hands, and he smiles as his cheeks turn a familiar shade of red.

"Thank you, Angel," he whispers before bringing your hands to his lips and kissing your knuckles softly, making you smile. It doesn't take long for the woman to get your burgers and top off your drinks, and you're thoroughly enjoying yourselves as you take bites of the burgers and enjoy the fries, too. Once that is finished, you two get a milkshake to share for dessert, and you've never laughed so hard at someone getting a brain freeze before.

"You shouldn't drink so fast, dummy!" you say between laughs. Even though Tony is still not happy about the brain freeze, he is very happy to see your beautiful smile. He can look at it for hours and never get tired of it.

"Sorry, my beautiful Angel, I just wanted to taste some too before you drank it all!" he says with a wink, and you make a faux-offended face in return. After smacking him playfully on the hand, you two continue to share the milkshake, the taste of it exploding on your tongue as you do. When the milkshake is finished, too, Tony goes to pay - and it should be noted you tried to pay for the two of you, too, but he did not want you to do that, instead wanting to pay for you because a princess never pays for her meals.

When you step outside, Tony grabs your hand before walking to his motorcycle again, but he doesn't move to grab the helmet. Instead, he grabs your hips and leans in for another kiss, which you happily reciprocate while your arms slip around his neck. The alcohol you two have in your systems helped loosen you both up a bit, and Tony certainly isn't one to shy away from some PDA.

His body presses against yours as your tongues mingle together, ultimately leaving you breathless before he pulls away and gently presses his forehead against yours.

"I want you to be mine, Y/N. You make me fantasize 'bout you, and you smell so sweet, like freshly picked daisies. Each time I'm around you, I get intoxicated by the love I feel for you, and I can never get enough of you, your smile, and your kisses. You live rent-free in my head, and I want - no, need you to be mine," he says as he looks into your eyes, where tears are brimming on your waterline.

"I want that too, Tony. I'm yours; I've always been yours," you tell him before capturing his lips again, a giggle escaping as he does. You've been waiting for this moment for years, and it is even better than you could ever have imagined. The universe has finally aligned so that your biggest dream - being Tony's girlfriend - has finally come true, and you couldn't be happier about it.

After the love confessions, you and Tony head back to Campus, where Natasha eagerly awaits you to come home and share every last detail of your date. After Tony has dropped you off at your dorm and kissed you goodbye in a way that still has your knees shaking with excitement, it's time to go in and update your best friend on everything.

"HOW WAS IT?!" Natasha exclaims excitedly as soon as you walk into the door, but you need a moment to gather your thoughts before going into that with her. Your back is pressed against the door as you smile widely, a sigh escaping your chest as you let it all sink in for a moment.

"Nat, it was AMAZING! I already knew Tony was a gentleman, but today he proved it, too. He started giving me my favorite flowers, and the entire time we were touching or kissing, it was... wow. But the best of all was when he asked me to be his girlfriend," you tell her, and a screech of excitement can be heard through the entire dorm room.

"I'm so happy for you, Detka! You fucking deserve a man like Tony, and he deserves someone as amazing as you, too. But tell me, how were his kisses?" she eagerly asked, and the rest of the night was spent sharing every last detail with your best friend. When you went to bed, you saw a very sweet text from your boyfriend, making you smile wide before going to sleep.

Tony >> Goodnight, my beautiful Angel. I can't wait to see you again, and I love you more than words can ever explain ❤️

[ellamuffin97]

Pairing: Loki x Fem!Reader

Warnings : pregnancy , angst to fluff ,hurt comfort

A/n: Loki is the kind of a man who only stay or leave, there is no in between . How would he react when he came from a mission and finds out his girlfriend is pregnant ?

Word count : ~1k

In the end , it’s him and I❤️💚

You anxiously heave a sigh, leaning forward towards the mirror as your fingers dig into the corners of the sink.

The small test stick in between your fingers causing anxiety to creep up to you. You find it difficult to breathe with every passing second, almost as if you’re drowning in water.

Loki has made it clear in multiple occasions that he is against having kids, that he won’t want any little brats spawns at his care. He has repeatedly said that if he is to have kids, he’d probably use the milk trick and never come back, ever again. You’ve never thought about it before, but now that you’re at the situation, you have no clue with what you’re supposed to do.

In a shimmer of green , he came home right when you were about to burst into tears holding that little stick in you hands .

“Are you in a bad mood kærasta ?”

His voice sends a chill down on your spine as you dropped the test down the floor with a yelp, frightened eyes looking at him as you try to breathe in as much air as you possibly can.

“Oh ,uh..hi — no. i’m fine.” you say rather quickly, making sure to slowly snag the test using your foot and hiding it from him, trying to be discreet but fail miserably when he sees your foot moving the object towards you.

“What are you hiding from me?” he asks, moving closer towards you.

Your eyes fall down on the ground, causing you to pick up the item faster and move it to your hand.

“What is that?” He demanded , comeing closer to you

“N-nothing.” you reply, trying to break the test stick but fail when it falls out of your grip and goes back to the ground once more.

You’re quick to move, but Loki is quicker, using his Æsir to vanish it from the floor and making it reappear between his slender fingers as he reads the test.

“What on Earth is this?!.” he says aloud, eyes glued to the stick as he reads it all over and over again, but the more he reads it the realer it becomes.

He can’t seem to grasp the concept, not sure if he’s reading it right.

“(y/n), what the fuck is this?!” He sais , eyes never leaving yours

“L-loki please calm down.” you mutter, reaching your hand out to grab the test stick away from him, but he raises his hand above his head, making sure you don’t grab it away from him.

Your heart races as you look down, refusing to look up, afraid as to what you’ll see when you’ll look at his mysterious blue eyes.

“No, darling ! I won’t calm down until you tell me what the fuck this is.” oh Loki does well know what he has in his possession, that one test stick that he’s learned to hate as time goes by. He clearly sees the two lines that clearly yell positive at him, yet he can’t bring himself to believe it at all. He was a God , and you a mortal . How could he get you pregnant ?

“It is a pregnancy test Loki” you mutter, gaining all the confidence to say something.

You wish he’d say something, just anything to keep the conversation going, but much to your disdain, he says nothing back.

“I ….— i’m pregnant.”

“No * he laughs *. That can’t be. YOU can’t be.” it breaks you heart, the way he refuses to believe what you’re saying, his voice slowly cracking in his throat. “I was so careful….what do you mean you’re pregnant? ” he says, looking down at your hair. “Look at me. How the fuck did this happen? ”

You take a big gulp, looking further down to the ground, but Loki places his hand underneath your chin and tips it upwards. He looks at you with a confused expression, mixed with pain, one you can’t decipher.

“Did you … *he gulped , his eyes becoming a dark shade of blue . Did you cheat on me?”

“No babe I never did!” you quickly deny, placing your hands over his cheecks . He shakes his head, dropping his hands to his side and walking back. You watch as a lonely tear slowly starts to creep up underneath the corners of his eyes. This is what you didn’t want to happen, Loki would be leaving you now and you know why.

“I … have to go.”

“wait– LOKI! ”

He leaves in a whim, disappearing in a shimmer of green . You drop to your knees, wrapping your arms around your stomach. You’ve decided straight after you saw the two lines , you decided that you would keep the baby, whether Loki would stay or not.

You know this was bound to happen, you know that Loki would run as soon as he would know.

You knew he would be dead set on leaving you as soon as he knows you have a baby growing into you.

But what you don’t know is how much Loki is in love with you.

Down the empty hallway of you apartment,Loki resides. His hands over the wall as he shakes. You wouldn’t know but Loki loves you to the ends of the nine realms , even if he wouldn’t voice it out. He would rip the whole world to shreds if anyone would try to take you away from him.

But he didn’t expect to have a child of his own, moreover a child with you, that is. He s been told multiple times that Gods can’t have children with mortals . Because it’s against the rules .

He would be lying if he says a part of him isn’t happy that he has a child with you, but that’s only half of his thoughts. It Isn’t because Loki hates children, it’s because he is afraid. Loki is so afraid of turning into his father.

His father was so neglectful , never showed to any of him or Thor that he loved them , punishing them harshly when they were kids . But with Thor was better . Loki always felt alone , neglected and unloved . That’s the least Loki would want to be.

But then he thinks about it, realisation hit him like a stone in the face . He would become exactly like his father if he doesn’t come back to his senses and support you, love you and assure you that everything is going to be okai and admit that he is ready to face the responsibilities that he’s supposed to be facing, rather than running from them . He has to be there for the child that he’s put into you, he has to see them grow up and become someone better than him, someone who would see the better side of life while still knowing the truth, unlike him who was blinded by the expectations he was pushed on to.

So you least expected it when he opens the door and walks into the room, a small smile on his face. He just sat down next to you and wraps his arms around you, burying his face into the crook of your neck.

“We’re going to get through this together, alright? I love you so much darling , and I’m sorry . “

You just wiped his tears and kiss him on the lips , hiding your face between his shoulder and neck.

“I’m so scared *you admitted sobbing “

“Me too*he smiled weakly . But you have me … I have you and we … we have our little bean *he said placing a hand on your belly . We are a family and I promise to both of you everything is going to be alright .”

[sadiiomane10]

I'm exhausted but what is sleep when my brain doesn't shut the fuck up

[robinsnest2111]

great. nightmares about my fuck up as soon as i close my eyes 👍

[solar-halos]

🔥?

okay i know this isn’t the answer u were looking for but i just clocked out of the worst shift of my life so this is just on my mind rn:

if ur rude to service workers i genuinely think something is fucking wrong w you and u need to take time out of ur day to self reflect and figure out how to fix that about yourself. like just cos the Bitch Factory is open that doesn’t mean u have to fucking clock in i don’t care how hungry u are or if ur goldfish died or if u got hit by a fucking bus. you’re an adult—learn how to control your fucking temper

[orcelito]

ok i am actually so very angry and there's literally nothing i can do to fix it. life keeps going on. she might even be happy. and fuck dude, i'll make sure im happy too, i was a fully developed person before she was in my life and i'll continue to be one without her. but God Damn, the fact that she can just do something so blatantly awful and unfair to me and then run off without any actual repercussions is just so fucking rankling to me.

like perhaps she feels guilty. she said she did when it was all going down. but it was just something she "needed to do". so obviously she didn't feel guilty enough or she wouldnt have done it like that lmaoooo

i really did deserve to have a good solid yell at her. but unfortunately, by the time i did see her in person i just wanted her out of my fucking life. so. no yelling was done, unfortunately.

[starzalign]

Rant timeeee.

Theres nothing more insulting than someone assuming you have low standards…like why do men punch above their weight SO BADLY??? I want and am gonna get a man thats a hardworking, educated, comes frm a good family & one thats kind and generous. Yet these dudes think they can not be educated, make money, or provide anything but d and I’ll want them

[jackdawsfavorite]

I just fucked up a road paving project because I thought the workers yelling at me not to were unrelated people fucking with me and I can’t even explain myself because that sounds insane.

[psalmsofpsychosis]

[ angry rant ahead ]

you know, i usually dont talk to other people much in real life right now, even less so on the internet, it takes a lot to get me on the case of disco horses and other variants of supposed "discussions". It's a strange thing because i'm actually a quite talkative person, but also in the recent 5-6 years any and every kind of expression i've had, no matter how mild or colorful it was, people [who had already decided they hated my guts] used as an excuse to justify why "they were leaving me behind". It was always my fault that i was being treated like shit; they were just reacting sensibly to me being a fuckhead.

So i learnt to control and manage and frame and reframe my expression, not because i wanted to and liked it, but because of necessity— you can only afford to be left behind so many times before it starts damaging you emotionally, mentally, and physically in many aspects.

And i actually started developing severe physical symptoms because of how much i curated and leashed in my self expression— eating up 3/4th of what i actually wanted to say and spend so much fucking energy trying to script my thoughts and opinions in a way that would be oh so accomodating and considerate and soft-spoken and mild and non-threatening and harmless and agreeable so paper-skin-and-glass-bones fuckers online and offline dont feel threatened and start crying, or start biting me for "being rude" when all i did was to literally just open my mouth and form one or two sentences.

And i'm so insanely resentful about this. I'm resentful about constantly self censoring and watering down my expressions and forcing myself down to the level of other people the way grown ups squat to talk to a child so the child feels less threatened. Constantly writing and rewriting what i want to say so it's not "too antagonistic, too angry, too vicious, too confident, too anything" —"make it friendly, light, no-big-deal, agreeable, appropriate, acceptable to the rock bottom level boundaries of this context," the voice in my head says— when the truth is, i'm so so so much more than anything i've ever shown to people online and offline in the past 6 years. I'm full of hatred and rage and i'm shameless and i enjoy it too, i can hurt people terribly and i'm good at it and this is why i'm hellbent on kindness. It's a choice, i wake up and i make this choice every fucking day, and i dont like being taken for granted. I dont think most people truly understand what "where the light is brightest the shadows run deep" means, like no, you dont understand the depth of how fucked up i can be, you take my joy and delight for granted, and you cannot live up to either. You're not my equal on either front and you lack the substance it takes to mirror my happiness or my rage– and i get very irritated when people think they're on the same ground with me, "we're so alike!" no we're not, you just feel connected to the super mega easy digestable non-threatening responses i craft for you because i know you can't handle any more than this without having a mental breakdown and making me mom you.

Like, i solid feel like everytime i want to talk i have to put on kiddie gloves and do the kiddie talk, patting people's heads like "dont be scared, dont be scared, i'm a friend, no need to panic, now we're gonna play a game in which i give you super easy hints on life being more complex and deeper than you percieve it on a surface level and you proceed to think about that for 5 seconds everyday, easy, easy." Because that's what they are to me, children. I feel like i'm talking to children all the time, and no it's not about age, it's about the way most people are so incredibly shallow and superficial and simplistic and are so depth-averse it's kinda astounishing??? Like you'll find them hanging 6475378 adornments from every branch of a tree and thinking a tree is "a collection of leaves" and they never see the roots, or water them.

And yeah i'm so incredibly resentful about all of it. I feel like i put people in cute fun little floaties in the shallow end of the pool and stay with them and we play simple games and splash water at each other and they dont know the deep end of the pool exists, they dont care, they think everyone and them and me are kiddies playing in the shallow part, "oh you're just like me, we're all the same and having so much fun here," no, i'm so much more than you at any given point in this interaction, and what you sound like to me is a child mistaking their mother as "another playmate in the kindergarten".

And i'm super fucking tired of defanging and declawing my expression all the time so i dont spook the little dainty shallow people inside or outside my phone. "but they'll get scared and they'll leave!" and you know what? good. I want them to get very, very scared. And i want them to fucking run. I'm tired of trying to cater to simple people who i dont give a fuck about, people who are merely contemplating whether i'm worth loving or not. You walk into a haunted house only when you love ghosts and want to see one, this is not a space for the faint of heart. i am not a space for the faint of heart.

[vampiricgf]

☆ FAVORITE GIRL

ᝰ you think he's just another frat boy with meaningless flirty words for the person he sits next to in a boring class (he's down horrendous)

frat boy satoru x f!reader, college au, somewhat established relationship you guys are classmates, sfw no smut, alcohol consumption, cigarette smoking, just lots of him being an idiot with a massive huge earth shattering crush <3

"And how's my favorite girl?"

"Worse, thought you'd skip this class again and we'd have some peace." You roll your eyes as you slide the straps of your backpack over the back of your chair.

Satoru Gojo, nuance Sig Ep and unfortunately glued to your side since the first day of statistics for reasons unknown to you. You'd made an effort to avoid members of greek life on campus, not wanting to get involved in party culture or whatever new dramatics were unfolding with its subgroups. That only seemed to encourage him though, casually throwing his arm around you through the duration of lectures and begging in that whining tone of his for you to come by the house.

You never did, you also pointedly ignored most of his text messages and actively regretted ever having to give him your phone number after the one assignment you'd been paired up for. Outside the occasional drunk text where he'd plead for you to show up, which did make you feel both bad for ignoring him and a little high off the attention. Not that you'd ever admit to clicking your phone lock and grinning to yourself in bed on those nights.

"C'mon, I'm the highlight of your day!" He shoots you that signature megawatt smile and you stick out your tongue at him, scooting your chair in the opposite direction and creating a wide gap as you sit down.

You see him frown and for a half second it looks genuine, making a pang of guilt reverberate through you so you scoot back to where you were and he resumes pestering you with some latest escapade in the Eps house as you both wait for the stream of students to peter off and the lecture to begin.

"Hey so, why you been ignoring my texts?" He pulls a pout and god you wish it wasn't actually cute.

"You send me weird combinations of emojis Gojo, what can I say to that?"

"It's Satoru," he quips almost immediately, barely allowing you to finish.

"Alright, Satoru, it's because you send me weirdo shit. Say hi every once in a while and maybe I'll say it back." You shrug, opening your laptop and preparing yourself to block out his incessant whispering for the next hour while you take down notes.

~

"You actually came!"

The sheer volume in the cramped, would-be living room of the house made you wince in tandem with his shout as Satoru threw an arm around you.

"I'm just humoring you so you stop bugging me!" You shout back, accepting a cup of god knows what from his hands and already formulating a plan of when it would be polite to bow out for the night without a barrage of where'd you go texts.

He doesn't answer you, too busy immediately yelling at some other guy over the volume of the music but you don't miss the way his hand slides down your back to settle at the lower curve, just above your ass. It makes you smile a little, despite your own misgivings about the scene you're in.

But quickly it becomes too much, being jostled by a permanently sweaty and horny crowd in such a cramped space, and you find yourself drifting outside to a patio sparsely populated with only a handful of smokers. The alcohol buzzing inside your brain makes you crave one, a thick, acrid stream of smoke spreading like thick flower petals blossoming inside your lungs.

One girl catches your eye and slowly you meander over to where she's perched, away from the rest on a railing that's seen one too many coats of poor paint jobs.

"Could I bum one off you?"

"You got a dollar?"

Lamely you pat your hips, absentmindedly searching for one until she lets out a soft laugh and extends the pack in her hand out to you. Marlboro lights, the gold top of it shimmers faintly in the dim light as you slide one out and accept the lighter she passes you.

"I tell myself lights mean I'm working on quitting. What a load of shit." She huffs out a laugh to herself as you flick the lighter and it gives a few sparky coughs before the flame catches, burning the tip of the cigarette into a solid ember cherry.

"I'm Ieiri," she says cordially as you hand back the deep purple lighter.

You give her your name before taking a deep drag of the cigarette, enjoying the feeling of it settling in your chest.

"They should invent a kind of cigarette that doesn't kill you." You say absentmindedly and she cracks a smile.

"Too bad the "healthy " cigarettes of ye old days had asbestos in them."

That makes you laugh, enjoying the way it flows into the air with the breeze that plays against your skin, like a lover running fingers over it and giving you gooseflesh.

"Wait, you're the girl Satorus got statistics with right? Tuesdays and Thursdays?" She asks between puffs, flicking ash off into the dark.

"Yeah, the very same. I figured I should finally take him up on the offer to come over, I've blown him off so many times." Saying out loud makes you feel a little like an ass, he may get on your nerves but he's never been anything but sweet to you.

"You know he's like, obsessed with you, right?" She says with another laugh and it makes you raise a brow.

"Oh yeah?"

She shakes her head, another drag before continuing. "Oh yeah. Gets too drunk every weekend and cries in the bathroom because you didn't show, has a crisis every day because he doesn't know what to say to you in texts. I've never seen him excited about a math course before this semester either, usually it's any excuse to cut class until a prof bitches at him."

With every word a strange sense of giddiness grows in tandem with the alcohol drenching your brain, and you can't help but think about those devastating blue eyes. The opposite of rose colored glasses but it fits, a shade of comfortable blue that tints the world because of him and suddenly you're gripped by the urgent need to go back inside and find him.

"Hey, thanks for the cigarette but I'm gonna go find him. See you inside?" You crush the butt out with the toe of your shoe, grinding it down and giving Ieiri a wave goodbye as the wall of thumping bass and neon light swallows you back up.

It strikes you as incredible how a house can turn into a labyrinth when filled to the brim with bodies and only offering the occasional flash of strobe or neon lights to guide you in the dark. After when feels like hours and checking nearly every room you come across for Satoru, without luck, you find Ierie once again leaning against a closed door with a particularly bored expression.

"Satoru she wasn't saying she was leaving she said she was coming to find you, dummy. Open the door."

As you sidled up beside her she shot you a conspiratorial glance before pulling you closer so you could hear her over the din.

"Can you tell him you're right here? He's such a whiny drunk." She rolls her eyes but you can tell it's playful, although you get the feeling this has happened more than once.

Hesitantly you put your palm against the door, feeling the distant bass thrumming through the wood. "Hey Satoru? I didn't leave, I'm right out here with Ierie!"

There's silence on the other side, making you frown in concern until the door is suddenly wrenched open and you nearly fall right against him. Despite clearly being drunk his hands come to grasp your upper arms gently to steady you before yanking you inside the hazy dark of what you assume was his bedroom.

"You're welcome!" You hear Shoko yell through the door as he sits down in a huff, still holding onto you, against a well worn futon.

You can't help but giggle at the way he almost curls around you, as if determined to attach to your side like some sort of sucker fish. With a bit of wiggling you manage to pull back, sweeping a few stray strands of hair from those baby blues as you do.

It's in that moment, when your fingertips brush his skin, that everything seems to pause. The noise outside seemingly vanishes, and it's like only the two of you exist in a comfortable bubble of silence. You never really noticed how his eyes looked almost crystalline before, too pretty to exist.

"Who gave you eyes like that?" You murmur, more to yourself but nevertheless he beams down at you.

"So you do like me, huh?"

The way he says it, so boyish, so... happy. You can't help but smile back, a shy thing that barely tugs at the corners of your lips.

"Duh, of course I do."

That makes him frown a bit, brows knitting in thought and somehow it made him look even cuter. No fair.

"Then how come you never showed up before? And you don't text me back?" A little pout forms on his lips as he finishes and you're struck with the overwhelming urge to kiss him.

With a superhuman effort you keep yourself focused on answering him. "You're, well... All this," you gesture broadly with your hands as you pull away slightly. "And I'm just a girl you have stats with. I thought maybe you were just yanking me around, being flirty in class but that's it, you know? I didn't wanna look stupid getting my hopes up."

"A girl I have stats with? You're joking, right? You're everything." He says incredulously, eyes wide as if more shocked than insulted that you could've looked at the situation that way.

Heat rushes beneath your skin at that, you're everything, and you know it's not the alcohol making you lightheaded. In your silence he continues.

"Y'know I'm not just messing around with you, I think about you all the time. Sometimes you're all I think about all day-"

With a surge of confidence you grab him by the front of his shirt, pulling him down and cutting him off with your lips pressed against his. It grips you like a fever, a crushing need to taste him. It's all sloppy teeth and tongues and spit but it feels perfectly serendipitous at the same time, an otherworldly calm that takes hold of your mind as your lips move against one another.

As you open your eyes into his you can't help the grin that now stretches wide across your mouth, giggling as you press kiss after kiss against his lips, his cheeks, his forehead and soon enough he's dissolved into a puddle of giggles and faux pouts in your arms.

"Will you tell me I'm your favorite girl again?"

"I'll tell you that forever."

[ms-demeanor]

any thoughts on the new post that staff went scorched earth on which is now making the rounds abt tumblr live? it basically screenshots all the tos and claims if you've ever opened the app (or in some rbs, unsnoozed live) tumblr has gotten your data. on the one hand i feel like this is fearmongering, but on the other its true that MOST sites have your data as is so its pretty standard. you seem pretty knowledgeable abt data gathering so i was wondering abt your take

This is going to be pretty unkind but watching tumblr users interact with staff and live is a great primer on how conspiracy theories happen.

Nobody on this fucking website knows how to read a ToS, nobody on this website knows how anything fucking works (sorry, this is not a dig at you but how would tumblr "get" your data from you clicking or unclicking live; the only data that tumblr has on you is the data that you have put on tumblr what data do people think that clicking the "new" button is scooping up that is anything beyond interactions or posts or IP addresses which are the things that tumblr already has information about like you do not introduce new information into the tumblr ecosystem by clicking a button you haven't installed anything you haven't changed permissions on your browser if everyone is so goddamned scared about live stealing their data i strongly recommend they stop using anything but public internet through an anonymizer and making sure location data is shut off on all of their devices and anyone who is flipping their shit about the type of data that live is collecting but who is using chrome on any device needs to chill the fuck out about live and flip the fuck out about google)

this is like that post about twitter's content policy that circulated the other day or that post about deviantart's content policy that circulated ten fucking years ago nobody knows how to read legal documents and nobody knows how to read technical documentation and this comes together into unholy matrimony on the no reading comprehension at all moral panic website

live never violated the GDPR it was just rolled out in the US first but the entire userbase decided that because it hadn't been rolled out simultaneously in the EU and the US that it was SO UNSPEAKABLY PRIVACY VIOLATEY THAT THE EU HAD BANNED IT FOR ITS CRIMES with, like, nothing whatsoever backing that up because, again, even at its most intrusive Live collects about as much data as Twitter or Yelp, both of which are *capable* of meeting GDPR standards with that level of data collection (even if musk sometimes makes decisions that violate GDPR).

Live is significantly less intrusive than any facebook product, than Amazon, and than any Google product. If you use youtube logged in, don't worry about live, the horse is out of the barn and tumblr is the least of your worries *regardless* of live. If you regularly use Google as a search engine please god learn how to evaluate and compare risks across platforms because Live is like a coughing baby compared to about a dozen things that most highly online people interact with every single day.

If you don't want to use live don't use live. Clicking the button doesn't magically transfer your secret FBI file to tumblr and even agreeing to the ToS doesn't share anything that tumblr doesn't already have if you don't continue to interact - if you don't interact with live after agreeing to the ToS it's not collecting any data except your non-interaction.

For everyone who is losing it over Live just turn off your goddamned location on your fucking cellphone and turn off your location on your goddamned computers and that's it, you're good, you're fine, relax. If your response to "turn off your location" is "but I need it for _____" then don't worry about Live, whatever "_____" is was already collecting and selling your data.

Do you use an activity tracker? Congrats, you have much, much bigger privacy issues to worry about than tumblr live.

Okay but also I yelled about that post and the very many ways in which it was incorrect in January.

And I happened to take an archive of the page at that time because I'm a paranoid motherfucker.

And if you want my guess as to why staff went "scorched earth" on that post it's probably because if you scroll down to the bottom of the page on the archive, OP calls on everyone looking at the post to send a kind fuck you to the CEO then tagged his tumblr.

If you look at the other posts that went scorched earth in relation to tumblr staff they were also posts that very pointedly directed a lot of ire at a single staff member.

I don't think that any individual tumblr staff members are above criticism and I don't think that staff as a whole is above criticism but part of learning to read a ToS is understanding that someone can be shitty and vague and use TERF talking points and skirt the line and be technically okay under the ToS while someone can have a legitimate gripe about another user being horrible and manage to violate the ToS by accidentally spinning up a harassment campaign or suicide baiting someone.

Shitty people like nazis and terfs thrive on being edge cases. They are very good at finding a boundary and standing juuuuuuuuust on this side of it and going "la la la I'm not violating the ToS, you can't stop me!" and that blows and it leads to a lot of people encountering a lot of shitty stuff on a lot of websites but personally I'm pretty glad that there's a lot of gray area because when you cut out gray area that's when you see things like It's Going Down getting banned as extremist content alongside white supremacists. Please continue to report nazis and terfs, and when possible go deep into their pages to report because a pattern of behavior is more likely to get recognized as hate speech than a single post that gets reported a hundred times. Please block as many people who it's harmful for you to interact with as possible because it's clear that staff is not going to do the kind of work protecting users that users would like staff to do.

However I just can't get angry on behalf of a blogger who got nuked for saying "Hey everyone who hates this feature that we all hate please go tell the CEO to fuck himself at this URL specifically" - that is an extremely clear violation of the ToS because it is absolutely targeted harassment.

So now tumblr-the-userbase is going off on its merry conspiracy way skipping through fields and lacking reading comprehension and saying "users are getting banned for reporting the crimes of tumblr live and its gdpr violations" and ignoring the fact that the post was nuked because the last line was saying "hey everyone, let's all individually tell the CEO to fuck off in messages sent directly to him that are certainly not going to include any threats, exaggerations, gore, etc. etc. etc."

If I were to make a post that had 50k notes and the last line was "and while you're at it, please send tumblr-user-ms-demeanor a personalized message telling them why they're a terrible person so they know what we think of them" it would absolutely be reasonable to say that was harassing that user. And that post did it with the CEO. Who is not above criticism (and I have my criticisms! I don't think he really gets tumblr and that's a problem!), but jesus fucking christ don't tag the goddamned CEO or any other staff member in a call to action asking users to send them messages saying "fuck off" this is literally the stupidest thing I've ever seen a tumblr conspiracy theory coalesce around.

Anyway thank you for giving me a place to vent i've been getting more and more pissed about this for three days. Everyone feel free to kindly tell tumblr user ms demeanor to fuck off.

[starryylies]

dad! Simon picking up his daughter from school would look like this

Simon who loves getting his daughter home from school after he comes back from deployment

because of the way she runs towards him with a toothy smile all excited too see her dad after such a long time,

Running as fast as she can with her wobbly legs yelling “daddyy daddyy look I got a gold star today!!!”

Simon who gives out a huge smile under his mask as she jumps into his arms

The warm hug shared between them is Simon’s favourite part of the day,

he can’t comprehend how such an adorable little creature came into existence by him.

Simon who puts her down as he walks holding her small hands as she grabs onto his pinky.

Holding onto her cute pink hello kitty bag

A huge contrast of his threatening demeanour and him in his full military gear.

People look back at him taking second glances, but simon doesn’t care

As long as his little angel is happy he is the happiest man on earth. :)

@cloudofbutterflies92 love u sm for the idea 🩷

[hxzbinwrites]

Hey!! Saw that u were taking request <3 I was thinking that an Alestor x wife!reader being a power (but absolutely terrifying) couple would be soooo cool, like maybe they already knew each other from when they were humans, and Alestor is just 10000% a simp for his wifey lol. Hope u like it!

Alastor x Wife! Overlord! Reader | Forgiveness |

Warnings ⚠️: Cussing, Death, Killing, Mentions of Alastor being a Cannibal, Reader makes STUPID DECISIONS

In the Pride Ring is where all of the sinners and Overlords alike mingle. The uppermost ring of Hell and the closest to Heaven. That’s where some of the most feared and powerful beings live. Two of those entities being Alastor, the Radio Demon, and (Y/n), the Jazz Demon.

Together, they rule their districts with an iron grip. While some Overlords team up, like the Vees, Alastor and (Y/n) were the first to do it. Well, it makes sense really, especially because they were close during their respective times alive on Earth.

——————

Three gunshots were heard that fateful night. One ending a mans life by his hand, one ending the witness’s life by his hand, and one ending his by justice’s hand. No more Bayou Killer, but he took two more lives before he went. Awful, sick man. Good thing he’s in Hell now…

Alastor hissed as his back hit the pavement. His squinted eyes took in his surroundings, he was in Hell. Hmm, no shocker there. What was a shock was seeing the body next to his.

“Ugghh” They groaned, sitting upright on the pavement next to him. They locked eyes. It was (Y/n). Before Alastor could even speak, she pounced on him, pushing him back into the pavement.

“You sick son of a BITCH!! YOU KILLED ME!! SHOT ME LIKE I WAS AN ANIMAL FOR YA NEXT MEAL!!” She yelled, shaking him back and forth by gripping his collar. His collar looked identical to hers, and he tuned out her yelling, he noticed her attire. She was now wearing a black suit with red and white accents, one that looked like a reverse image of his. Except a few details weren’t the same, hers looked more feminine, but also had less harsh edges to it. She looked more elegant while he looked more harsh.

He then looked up to her face, she had red eyes and long, silky black hair, with red underneath. He looked to the top of her head and noticed two fluffy, black ears. They were currently pressed to her scalp, a clear indicator of her unhappiness at the current moment.

“AND TO THINK, AFTER ALL OF THAT BEGGIN, YOU WAS JUST DYING TO GET ME ON YOUR RADIO SHOW!! WELL LOOK AT US NOW, MR. ALASTOR. LOOK. AT. US. NOW. WHAT EVEN ARE YOU, YOU SICK FREAK. EVERYONE KNEW THE BAYOU KILLER ATE FOLKS. IF YOU WERENT SHOT, WERE YOU GONNA EAT ME?? WAS I GONNA NOT EVEN BE ABLE TO HAVE A BURIAL NEXT TO MY PA, CAUSE YOU ATE ME!? OH LORD HELP ME!!”

Alastor rolled his eyes, feeling no remorse for the doe that whined above him. (Y/n) was a famous musician in Louisiana, particularly in Jazz. Alastor had begged her to come onto his radio show, play some tunes for his devoted fans. She agreed, but that night Alastor didn’t show to the studio. She heard shouting in the woods across the street from the building, stupidly she went to investigate. She saw the oh so famous radio host, and with a bang of a shotgun the other man was dead. Probably in Heaven now. Trying to stay silent, (Y/n) tried to back away before a branch snapped, like a doe her eyes widened before she darted away, only to be shot right in the heart and drop down to the ground. She heard another shot faintly in the distance before she felt the wind brush past her as she fell.

“My dear, I apologize.” Alastor said, gently grabbing (Y/n)‘s hand. “It was never my intention to make you my target. I knew that if word got out about my….hobbies….that my reputation would be ruined. No more radio show.”

“You can apologize for the rest of eternity” She scowled, smacking his hand away before standing up,” You’re a MONSTER. Leave me ALONE. Hopefully someone down here will be nice, but I’m not taking no help from you”. (Y/n) finally walked away, leaving a very annoyed Alastor sitting there.

———————

About 20 years later

Alastor was a feared Overlord now, rising the ranks out of seemingly nowhere. Even with this newfound power and respect, (Y/n) still wanted nothing to do with him. She was famous in her own way. Music was not very abundant in Hell, and she profited off of that. She had little to no competition in the music industry. Becoming an icon of Hell, her name was in everyone’s mouth, making Alastor yesterday’s news, which irked him to no end.

‘I need her.’ Alastor initially thought,’ with someone as influential as her now, having her on my side will make my power increase tenfold.’ But after many times of asking over the years, he just yearned for her admiration. Not only to be on his side, but by his side. He didn’t know where the newfound obsession came from, but Alastor knew he wouldn’t stop until he brought her to him.

Alastor made his way to her huge studio, basically a small turf at this point. Without ever fighting, she’d managed to become a little bit of an Overlord, just not to the extent she could be called one. He made his way up to her penthouse, knowing the way by heart since this is not the first time he’s made a visit for an alliance.

“What Alastor.” (Y/n) asked, not even looking up from her sheet music she was writing.

“Hello my dear!” Alastor said,”lovely to see you again! I just miss you so much darling!”

“Miss me from what?” She said, turning around to meet his eyes,” we were aquatinted when we were alive, and then you killed me. What exactly do you miss me from?”

“I just miss seeing you.” He said in a softer tone,”Please (Y/n), you must realize that your death was an accident. I was never planning to hurt you. I was never planning to do anything to you.”

(Y/n)’s head tipped down, her ears pressed to her scalp,”but you did, Alastor. You killed me.”

“My dear….” He said, getting closer slowly, like she’d dart off at any given moment, just for him to not see her ever again. “My dear, I cannot imagine the pain you’ve gone through. I know it’s been a few years now, but that’s a few years you could’ve still been alive. Found a husband, had a better music career, just lived. I took that from you, and I’m…..I’m sorry.”

“I know Alastor.” She said, hugging him. Even though he hated when people touched him, she did not know this, so he internally decided to let this one time be the exception. “You know I can never fully forgive you….but after all of these years, I think I can at least try to have you in my life….but if you screw up ANY, I’m gonna kill you. I don’t care if you’re an Overlord or whatever the hell you’re doing, I will kill you like you killed me.”

“Hmm, fair enough” He shrugged, breaking off the hug as he sat down in the chair across from hers.

———————

Present Day

“So hold up” Angel said, looking at the two powerful Overlords,”He literally killed you and you were like, ‘oh well, I forgive you’. What the hell (Y/n)?”

(Y/n) was a true Overlord know. Once she let Alastor back into her life, he taught her the ways of toppling Overlords. She didn’t posses near the amount of power that he had, so he did the gruesome part for her. Building her musical empire (and later on having to shoo of Vox who begged her to join his up and coming ‘Television’ idea after Alastor shot him down).

“Oh I’d hardly call it forgiving.” Alastor said,”I get constantly reminded about it every day, multiple times a day. You wonder why it took us 60 years to even get engaged.”

(Y/n) just rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest. Alastor smirked, looking over at his wife.

“Well, what else was I supposed to do? The man kept coming by begging me every week for TWENTY YEARS!! Lovesick puppy if you ask me.”

Charlie squealed, hugging onto Vaggie. “Look Vaggie! That could be us one day!!”

“I hope not” Vaggie said,” A freaky cannibalistic overlord and his delusional companion. I’m fine with staying as us.”

“No Vaggie! I meant married! Wouldn’t that be fun!! Married for a long time!! Forever!!”

While Charlie was helping Vaggie stop short circuiting, (Y/n) and Alastor just looked at one another with a knowing glance. Alastor took her hand and kissed her knuckles, smiling up at her.

“Thank you again my dear, for letting me back into your life. I’m eternally sorry for what I did.”

“I know you are Alastor, plus I’d be dead already now regardless.” (Y/n) giggled,”I still don’t know what overcame me that day. I mean, who lets someone back into their life after doing that!! I am glad I did though. It’s like you said in that apology, I have a husband, I have a huge music career, but I’m not living, technically, but it feels like it!!”

Alastor chuckled,”that’s right, my precious doe. Now, I am off to go grab lunch for the both of us! If you excuse me, I shall make a trip down to the Cannibal District, and then over to the grocery store for your food!”

———————

Word Count: 1,560

[lovelybucky1]

Crybaby (Logan x Reader)

warnings: AFAB!reader, age gap, mean!logan, yelling, dacraphyillia, slightly dark, vaginal fingering, 18+ minors dni, divider from @strangergraphics

You can feel Logan’s eyes staring holes into the back of your head on the jet. You fucked up on this mission and he made sure you knew it. Loudly. In front of the rest of the team. He practically ripped you a new one with his harsh words, insulting your intelligence, strength, and ability to use your powers. Jean, the sweet angel she is, gently talked Logan down and saved you from facing more of his anger. Unfortunately, no one will be able to stop him once you get back to the mansion. 

When you land, you hurry off the jet so Logan isn’t able to catch up with you. He made his point perfectly clear earlier, and you don’t need to hear any more of his yelling. You gather your things and make it back to your room without interruption, leaving you alone to clean up from the mission and deal with the day’s events.

Earth-wielding powers aren’t something to use when distracted, but so many things were happening at once that you slipped up. Storm got caught between two large rocks that you had moved and she was almost seriously hurt. Luckily you caught your mistake before any damage was done, but Logan still found your actions unacceptable. Guilt stews in your stomach as you think about what could’ve happened to Storm. You never would have forgiven yourself if a mistake you made got one of your teammates killed.

By the time you’re fresh from the shower and dressed, it’s late. You should head to bed and forget this mess of a day, but you can’t let yourself. You decide to go to the library, a place you usually go for privacy away from those with enhanced hearing. You sit in one of the armchairs with your legs tucked under you. The fireplace in the room is always lit and it give an orange glow to the cozy room. 

As you sit, you remember all of the things Logan had said to you. It was as if he knew exactly how to get under your skin, targeting all of your insecurities like they were written on your face. Those insults from anyone else may not have hurt as much as they did coming from Logan, the man you’ve been in a relationship with for weeks now. You can’t stop the tears leaking from your eyes, and your stomach burns with shame as you recall what Logan had called you earlier. A crybaby. 

“You’re a pathetic little crybaby who doesn’t deserve a spot on this fuckin’ team.”

He spit the mean words at you like he has been waiting to say them for a while. You thought you were getting closer with Logan, perhaps making a romantic connection. Your relationship with him started as something purely physical, but you felt like you were growing closer to him. Perhaps that was wishful thinking. You’re surprised you held back tears then, but now, away from prying eyes, you let them fall. You muffle your sobs in your shirt sleeves, but you’re obviously not quiet enough. Your attention is grabbed by a figure standing in the doorway. 

Logan’s shadowed figure blocks the dim light from the hall as he looks in on you, sobbing in the dark like the crybaby he knew you were. He looks uncomfortable like he’s trying to find something to make this awkward encounter better, but he comes up short. Instead, he walks into the room and behind your chair. He places a heavy hand on your shoulder and squeezes it slightly.

“I’m sorry about today,” he says after some time. “I… didn’t mean to yell at you like that.” You don’t respond because, honestly, what could you say to that? He humiliated you in front of everyone. Logan says your name gently, wanting you to respond, but you stay quiet.

With a sigh, he steps around the chair and squats down in front of it so he can be at eye level with you. “Please say something,” he urges.

You look up from your lap at him, and you can’t help the butterflies in your stomach. He looks beautiful in the glow from the fireplace, but his features are blurred a bit by the tears in your eyes. His expression grows even more guilty when he sees your tear-stained cheeks and glassy eyes.

“Aren’t you gonna make fun of me?” you ask, voice thick.

Logan’s eyes furrow. “What are you talking about?”

“You were right. I am a crybaby,” you mumble.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t mean that, I just… I got carried away.” Logan pauses for a moment. “Let me make you feel better. Please.”

Hearing The Wolverine plead for permission to console you is unexpected, but not unwelcome. You nod and he gently scoops you into his arms before sitting down in the place you just were. He settles you on his lap and he wraps his arms around you. You bury your face in his chest, breathing in the musky smell that you’ve come to love. You let yourself cry into his shirt, making the fabric damp with your tears.

“I’ve got you,” he whispers.

He lets you cry for a little while longer before the guilt catches up to him again. “Sweetheart?”

You look up at him with your glassy doe eyes and he can’t bring himself to look away. You’re so sweet, so innocent, so naive, and sometimes it gets the better of you. Logan looks at your red-rimmed eyes and your swollen lips and he thinks you’re beautiful. He wants to kiss those tears away and he feels like a monster for it. He’s the reason you’re crying, for fuck’s sake.

“Yeah?” you ask.

Whatever he was going to say went out the window. Sometimes Logan feels like he is no better than an animal, especially during moments like these. The girl he cares most about is in his lap, shaking like a leaf because of what he said to her, and the only thing the feral part of his brain can think about is how badly he wants her. It’s the predator instinct, to want to pounce on the helpless little lamb. He knows it’s wrong, he knows he hurt her and this is no way to make up for it. But sometimes he just can’t help himself.

“You’re my little crybaby, ain’t ya?” he asks. The question is condescending, but he keeps that same sympathetic tone. 

Your brows furrow. “What?”

“I’m sorry about before, baby, I really am. But you cryin’ like this in my lap… you’re so goddamn sweet.”

Logan brushes your bottom lip with the pad of his thumb and you instinctively open your mouth and let him in. You suck on his thumb gently as fat tears fall down your cheeks again. He watches with half-lidded eyes as you take more of his thumb into your mouth like you’re greedy for more, despite being so upset.

“You cry so fuckin’ pretty,” he praises, and just to be an asshole, he adds, “I should make you do it more often.”

You pout around his finger, which makes him grin down at you. “Let me make it up to you, baby. Would my dick make you feel better?”

You should tell him to fuck off. How dare he berate you and then expect to fuck you a few hours later. You should tell him that your relationship is done. You shouldn’t want him to fuck you senseless right now. 

Squeezing your eyes shut, you nod. Gently, Logan adjusts you in his lap so your straddling his thighs. Only the small pair of cotton panties that you were wearing under your sweatshirt and his jeans separate you. He undones the fly of his pants and frees his cock easily, the weight of you on top of him not hindering him any. His fingers find the elastic band of your panties and he pulls them to the side easily, exposing your wet pussy. 

When he feels your slick on his finger, he gives you a questioning look. You feel like explaining that it turns you on when a man comforts you is a conversation for another day, so you just shrug innocently.

Logan works his fingers inside of you to prep him for his cock. He’s big, but thankfully it doesn’t take too much work to get you ready for him. Both of you are impatient by nature, and right now especially, you’re not in the mood for much foreplay.

Once Logan deems you ready, he positions you and sinks you down on his cock. Your greedy cunt swallows every inch like the good girl you are and he praises you for it. Once you’re fully seated, you try to ride him but he stops you.

“I’ve got you, doll. I’ll do the work and you can keep crying it out. How’s that sound?” he asks in that infuriatingly hot voice he only uses when he fucks you. Leaning forward, you hide your face in the crook of his neck and you nod. “Yeah, that’s my good little crybaby.”

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