#so idk idk come yell at me there if you need me!!

[pedroscurls]

you broke me first (one-shot)

summary: logan comes running to you after yet another disappointment with jean, but he's hurt you for the last time and you can't do this dance with him any longer. pairing: xmen series!logan x fem!reader content warnings: angst, unspoken feelings (logan has his reasons), logan pining for jean, broken friendship, no use of y/n. word count: 1.2k a/n: ok, so forgive me in advanced lol, this is my first time writing xmen series!logan (and idk if i'm the only one, but i do not like the jean x logan ship - i didn't feel any chemistry between them in the movies). anyway, enjoy this! this song came to mind and immediately i thought of this version of logan and it seemed fitting. song: you broke me first by tate mcrae

“She doesn’t love you, Logan,” you tell him once again after he comes straight to your room after Jean had told him that she would never leave Scott for him. You could never understand the feelings he had for Jean, his relationship with her purely physical. 

And each time he tried to convince Jean that being with him would make her happier than she was with Scott, he was always left disappointed. 

And each time, he always came running to you. The one person who had always been there for him since he had come to the mansion all those years ago. 

“You don’t know that,” Logan says, brows furrowed and his usual scowl written on his features. 

“Why do you keep going back to her?” you ask quietly, looking down at your hands. “She hurts you every time, Logan.”

“She just doesn’t know what she wants.”

“Logan,” you sigh. “We both know that’s not true.”

“If she knew what she wanted, why do we keep sleeping with each other, then? Hm?” 

You feel your heart break at his words. The more time you spent with Logan, the more you realized just how deeply you felt for him. He had become your best friend, and had made you feel welcome in a house full of mutants. Charles had hired you as a teacher despite not having any powers and while you loved your job, you always felt like you didn’t belong and you yearned to be one of them, to be part of a group like this. You couldn’t even be angry though, this was how every mutant had felt in this world. An outsider. 

But Logan… Logan had always made you feel like you belonged. He would talk to you about his problems and you would talk to him about yours. He’d be there to hold you whenever you had a bad day, to brush your hair away from your face when you were on the brink of tears. He’d always come to you whenever he couldn’t sleep, when his nightmares would take hold of him because he had admitted one night that you make him feel safe, calm, peaceful. 

And he’d always come to you whenever Jean didn’t want him anymore. 

And you’d always be there to welcome him with open arms. 

“I don’t know, Logan,” you finally answer. “She won’t ever leave Scott… You and I both know this.”

“She just needs to realize–”

“Stop,” you interrupt him. “Please, Logan.”

Logan looks down at you. “What?”

“I’ve always been right here,” you say quietly, teary eyes staring up at him. 

“I know,” he sighs. “And I’m lucky–”

“We both know that’s not what I mean,” you interrupt. “You can’t be that dense, Logan.”

He tightens his jaw and you look down at his hands to see them curled into fists. All it takes is one clench and his claws would come out. “We can’t. That can’t ever happen between us.” 

“Why?” you ask. “What’s so wrong with me that you can’t see that I would choose you?”

“Nothing’s wrong with you,” he sighs. “We just–” Logan shakes his head. “No, bub.”

“What’s so special about Jean, hm?” you ask, voice raising as tears now slowly trickle down your cheeks. “What does she have that I don’t? Is it her powers? Is it because she’s a mutant?”

“No,” he shakes his head. “I don’t care if you’re not a mutant.”

“Then what?!” Your lower lip quivers and you take a step back when you yell at him. You can feel your entire body shaking, emotions and feelings that you had kept bottled in now coming to the surface. “Then what, Logan?” you repeat. 

“I can’t love you.”

“You can’t, or you don’t?” 

“Bub,” Logan sighs, hand slowly reaching out for you but you shake your head and step away from him. 

“Whenever you needed someone, I have always been there. When you needed to leave for whatever reason, I was always here waiting for you to come back. It’s always been me, Logan. Me.” 

“I know…” Logan’s eyes soften at the sight of you and he wants so badly to just pull you into his arms. He would never admit to you the feelings he has for you, would never tell you how much he wishes that things were different. Part of him thinks he loves Jean, knows that she can handle her own if anything were to happen, but you… If you were to ever be in danger because of him, he would never forgive himself. So, he keeps you at a friendly distance, never displaying to the rest of the team just how much you mean to him. 

“I can’t do this anymore,” you whisper, voice shaky. “I can’t be the person you keep coming to whenever Jean doesn’t want anything to do with you. You deserve someone who’s going to choose you, Logan,” you stare up at him, eyes glistening with tears. “You deserve someone who’s not going to hurt you.”

Logan’s jaw tightens. “What do you mean you can’t do this anymore?”

“I fucking love you, Logan!” you bite your lower lip, your own hands clenching into fists in hopes that the action would ground you, would alleviate some of the frustration that you’re feeling. “I fucking love you and I can no longer just sit around and act like I don’t.” 

“Sweetheart,” his voice cracks and suddenly, he realizes that losing you hurts far more than the disappointment he continues to feel with Jean. “Don’t–”

“You break my heart every fucking time you come to me about Jean,” you admit. “And I can’t do it anymore. I can’t do this anymore,” you repeat. 

“Baby,” Logan whispers. 

“I’m going to tell Charles that I’ve got a family emergency and that I will need to leave immediately,” you tell Logan, moving around him to gather your duffle bag and setting it on your bed. “I’m sure he’ll know the real reason why I’m leaving, but–”

Logan reaches out for you, his hand a gentle touch against your wrist. “Stop, please…”

You pull your hand away from his grasp and look up at him, “Be honest with me and tell me that you don’t see anything here… That you don’t feel something for me.”

Logan stares into your eyes and he tightens his jaw, hand reaching up to gently brush a tear away from your cheek. “I can’t,” he whispers. “I need you to understand that I can’t, baby.” 

You nod and step away from him. “I won’t ever be enough, will I?” 

“That’s not true–”

“Just get out, Logan. Please.” 

“I don’t want to lose you. I can’t lose you. You’re breaking me–”

“You broke me first, Logan,” you interject and turn back around to toss your clothes carelessly into your bag, tears strolling down your cheeks. You can still feel Logan’s presence, can hear him huffing lowly under his breath. 

When your clothes are in your bag, you toss it over your shoulder and turn around to see him standing near your door. You walk over to him and reach for the door handle, gripping it tightly as you look up at him once more. For one last time. 

“Don’t go, please,” he whispers. 

“I wish you nothing but the best, Logan,” you reply. “And I hope one day you realize that you deserve so much more than what Jean is giving you. You deserve to be happy, to be loved, to be chosen.”

“Baby–”

Slowly, you turn the handle and open the door, tearing your gaze away from him. “Goodbye, Logan.”

[rekino2114]

if requests are open would you mind writing fem gojo, fem sukuna, maki, and nobara with a male!s/o who doesnt take anything seriously- like, hes the type to laugh during a serious situation

idk if youll do this or not lol i thought it was a good idea im a big supporter of ur work btw MALE/GN!READER SUPREMACY

Nobara,maki,fem!gojo, and fem!sukuna with a s/o who doesn't take anything seriously

A/n:Thanks, I appreciate the support, gn/male reader supremacy indeed

Nobara kugisaki

She treats you very similarly to how she treats yuji:sometimes she's mad and yells at you, and other times she's giggling and having fun with you

It really depends on the situation. If you're during a mission and the situation is serious, then she'll tell you to stop and take it seriously, but if you're laughing at something stupid, yuji did then she'll just join you

If she gets very mad at you for your lack of seriousness she won't talk to you for a while and wait for you to come and apologize

"Hey y/n, what the heck are you laughing about over here?"

"Sorry, it's just yuji slipped and fell down it was wo funny"

"Really? You have to show me"

"Yeah I filmed it"

"C-cmon guys"

Maki zenin

Sometimes, she wonders why she loves you. Genuinely, you two are just opposites and you annoy her so much most of the time

Unless it's an actually funny situation she'll scold you for being so unserious. Gojo already annoys her a lot and she doesn't need someone else like that giving her even more headaches

She gets mad at you a lot and will need a lot of time to get used to your demeanor, but when your relationship goes on for long enough, she'll get softer and be more understanding.....she still hits you when you're annoying though

"You idiot! We're fighting a curse and you're out here laughing? Be serious for once!"

"I think it's you who needs to relax more maki"

".........."

"O-ok sorry babe"

Fem!gojo

You two are just the same, always being silly and not taking anything seriously. You have so many inside jokes that no one else can understand, but that make you burst into laughter at any moment

You could be on a mission, hunting a very powerful curse, and gojo will just be showing you memes while firing off a red to take care of it, followed by both of you laughing about how weak it was

Everyone else is so annoyed by you two, especially satori's students who just sigh whenever her boyfriend walks into class, knowing you'll just start joking around and they won't get anything done

"Man, that curse was seriously a special grade? Man what a disappointment"

"I know, I'm sure even a sneeze would have killed it"

"Hehe, you're right about that"

Fem!sukuna

She's like nobara in the sense that her reaction to your personality depends on her mood

There are moments where she's feeling grumpy or unsatisfied, so she'll demand you stop being like this around her but also moments where she can be very unserious and laugh too, especially when she's fighting a weak enemy

She would be lying if she said she didn't find your silliness cute, especially when you're this happy because of something she did, but she'll never say it to your face

"Great job, ryomi, you annihilated that sorcerer like it was nothing, it was so much fun"

"I'm glad you found it enjoyable, but did you expect anything else"

"Of course not my queen, I love watching you fight"

"Eh, thank you, and I.....appreciate seeing your reaction"

[apricitascosplay]

OoooooOoooOoo you want to be mutuals with me ooooOooOooo

Need me some mutual friends. 🥺 I'm lonely and have no reach on any other social media platforms.

So if you want to be mutuals and yell about fictional characters, gas each other up over art, writing, cosplay or anything really, or even RP, I don't care, I'm not picky. 🙏 I just ask no minors, as I'm old and NSFW 💀

Fandoms I'm invested in

Far cry (mostly 5)

Borderlands

Red dead

XMen (Cherik 🥴)

Alan Wake

Baldur's Gate

Fallout

Arcane

Currently playing the new Dragon Age.

Idk there's so much more come at me 🧍

[graciegoeskrazy]

It was no use at all

(Matty Healy x Daughter!r)

Warnings: yelling, crying, breakups, angst, lowk just hurt/comfort???? Idk, reader is like pre teen ish, the ending is good at least so hm

A/n: I wrote this in two hours and I’m posting it now immediately after….idk what’s happening man

You were sitting cross-legged on the couch, a tattered math workbook spread out in front of you. The numbers on the page blurred together as you frowned, chewing the end of your pencil in frustration. When the front door creaked open, you looked up, relief flooding your face.

“Hi, Dad,” you called, watching Matty shuffle inside.

His response was a half-hearted hum as he kicked off his boots and tossed his keys into the bowl. He trudged into the living room, never meeting your eyes, collapsing into the armchair with a sigh. His fingers rubbed at his temples, and his whole posture screamed exhaustion.

“You okay?” you asked, your pencil hovering above the workbook.

“Yeah,” he muttered, his voice low and clipped. “Just tired.”

You studied him for a moment, noting the tight set of his jaw and the way his fingers trembled slightly as he ran them through his curls. Something was off, but you weren’t sure if you should press him about it.

Instead, you turned back to your workbook. “Can you help me with this?” you asked after a moment, holding up the page. “I don’t get it.”

He barely glanced at you before shaking his head. “Not now,” he said curtly.

“Please? I’ve been stuck on it for like an hour.”

He let out a sharp sigh, his hand dropping to his lap. “I said not now, alright?”

His tone made you flinch, but you tried again. “It’s just one problem-”

“For God’s sake, can’t you figure it out yourself?” he snapped, letting out a sigh after. “You’re not a little kid anymore!”

Your mouth fell open, the pencil slipping from your hand. “What’s your problem?” you asked, your voice trembling. “Why are you yelling at me?”

Matty leaned forward, his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands. “Because I’m tired,” he said, his voice muffled. “Tired of always having to—” He stopped himself, exhaling sharply.

“Having to do what?” you challenged, hurt and confusion swirling in your chest. “Help me? Be my dad? Do your job?”

His head snapped up at that, regret flashing in his eyes. “That’s not what I meant,” he said quickly, but the damage was done.

You stood, grabbing your workbook and shoving it under your arm. “Forget it,” you muttered, storming toward the kitchen.

“Wait,” He called after you, but you ignored him, slamming the door behind you.

…

After the fight, after you’d stormed off and left your dad sitting alone in the living room with the weight of his guilt, he pulled out his phone. His thumb hovered over the contact list for a moment before settling on George’s name.

The phone rang twice before George picked up, his voice crackling with familiar sarcasm. “What’s wrong now, Matty? Writer’s block or midlife crisis?”

“Neither,” Matty grumbled. “I need advice.”

“Should I be worried?” George teased, but there was a note of concern beneath the humor.

“Is Charli there?” Matty asked, leaning back into the couch and pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Yeah, why?” George asked, and Matty could hear Charli’s voice faintly in the background. “Hang on, she’s coming.”

A moment later, Charli’s voice chimed in. “What do you need now, Matthew?”

Matty sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair. “I messed up. Big time.”

“Define ‘big time,’” Charli said, her tone shifting to something softer but still wary.

“I yelled at her,” Matty slowly admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “Like, really yelled. Over nothing. She just asked me for help with her homework, and I lost it. And now she’s mad at me, and I feel like the worst dad in the world.”

There was a pause on the other end of the line before George broke it with a dry laugh. “Well, mate, you’ve definitely hit peak ‘dad meltdown.’ Congrats.”

“George!” Charli scolded, though Matty could hear the smile in her voice.

“I’m serious!” George protested. “It’s a rite of passage, losing your cool over math homework. Classic stuff.”

“It’s not funny,” Matty snapped, though his voice lacked bite. “I scared her, George. She looked at me like I was some kind of monster.”

Charli’s tone turned gentle. “Matty, she knows you’re not a monster. But you’ve got to own it. Apologize, explain yourself, and make it right. She’s old enough to understand that you’re human too.”

“Yeah,” George added, “just don’t get all sappy about it. She’s almost a teenager. They can smell weakness.”

Matty groaned, tipping his head back against the couch. “You’re both useless.”

“Hey, we’re not the ones yelling at kids,” George shot back, though there was no malice in his tone. “Seriously, though, you’ll be fine. You’re a good dad, Matty. Even good dads screw up sometimes.”

Your dad just hummed.

Charli didn’t hesitate. “We know so. Now go sort it out before she starts plotting revenge.”

Matty chuckled weakly. “Thanks, guys.”

“Just don’t call us when she starts asking about boys.”

“Goodbye, George,” Matty said firmly, hanging up before his friend could say anything else.

…

Your Dad made his way up the stairs and to your room. He knocked softly, the door opening slightly. He didn’t realize it was cracked open. You had a habit of eavesdropping and Matty wanted to bet you kept your door open to listen to his phone conversation. He didn’t mind though. To him it was proof that he cared and that you heard him.

He knocked on the door to grab your attention before leaning on the doorframe. You didn’t look up at him or did nothing to acknowledge his presence. He spoke anyway, “You still need help with that?”

He could see you thinking about it - the wheels processing in your head. You were stubborn, just like him, you weren’t going to give in that easily. Yet, you were still stuck on the same twenty problems you had been on an hour ago.

You nodded, still not meeting his eyes. He sat next to you on the ground and gestured for you to hand him the workbook. Once you handed it to him you brought your knees up to your chest. “Jeez, they’re teaching you these things already? I swore I didn’t learn this till algebra I.”

You shrugged, “I’m in the advanced placement class, remember?” you reminded him shyly.

He nodded, “Of course you are.”

When you finally solved the last problem, you leaned back with a small smile, but it didn’t reach your eyes. “Got it,” you said softly, closing the workbook.

Matty ruffled your hair, trying to lighten the mood. “See? Knew you’d crack it. Smart kid.”

You didn’t swat his hand away this time. Instead, you stayed still, your gaze fixed on the closed workbook, playing with its frayed edges.

Something twisted in his chest. “You okay?” he asked gently.

You nodded quickly, but the way you blinked and turned your head to the side gave you away. Your dads heart sank when he saw the tear slip down your cheek, catching in the faint glow of the desk lamp.

“Hey, hey,” he murmured, sliding closer. His earlier confidence evaporated, replaced by a protective urgency. “What’s wrong, love? Talk to me.”

You shook your head, swiping at your cheek. “I’m fine.”

Matty wasn’t buying it. “No, you’re not,” he said, his voice soft but firm. “Is this about earlier?”

You hesitated, your hands fidgeting in your lap. “I just…” You trailed off, your voice barely audible. “I didn’t mean to bother you. I thought maybe if I did the math with you, you’d feel better. But it didn’t work. You just got mad, and I-I don’t know.”

Your words hit Matty like a punch to the gut. His hands hovered awkwardly for a moment before he reached out, pulling you into a hug while you sat in his lap. You didn’t resist, but you didn’t relax into him, either.

He held you tighter, his chest aching. “You didn’t bother me,” he said, his voice breaking slightly. “I was being a selfish twat. None of this was your fault- not the fight, not anything. I was upset about something else, and I took it out on you, and that’s not fair.”

You didn’t respond, but your head dropped against his chest, your quiet sniffles cutting through the silence.

Matty pulled back just a bit. Enough for his thumb to catch the few tears that had fallen. He paused for a moment, searching for the words. “I… there’s something I need to tell you.”

You looked up at him, blinking in surprise.

He took a deep breath, the weight of the words heavy in his chest. “She broke up with me today.”

You blinked again, clearly processing. “What?”

Matty exhaled slowly, trying to find some clarity amid the haze of emotions. “It…it doesn’t really matter. But I was angry. And I thought I could ignore it, but I couldn’t. I didn’t know how to deal with it, and then you-” His voice cracked, and he swallowed hard. “And I took it out on you. That’s not fair. I’m so sorry.”

You didn’t say anything for a long moment, just curled into him, quiet but comforting.

Matty pulled you closer, his hand gently resting on the back of your head. “I’ll make it right, I swear. You didn’t deserve any of that. You never do.”

You nodded, but there was a sadness in your eyes that didn’t fade.

He sighed, the weight of his earlier actions still heavy on his shoulders. He rubbed your back, a comforting motion, but deep down, he knew the words wouldn’t be enough this time. He had more to make up for.

“I’m sorry, love. I’m so sorry.”

You didn’t say anything for a while, but you didn’t pull away either. Eventually, as the quiet stretched between the two of you, you leaned back against him, your head resting on his chest.

After a long, quiet moment, you murmured, “I liked her, you know.”

Matty’s heart clenched, and he swallowed hard, blinking back the sting of tears that had nothing to do with his breakup and everything to do with the delicate truth in your voice.

“I know you did,” he said softly, his fingers brushing through your hair, his chest tightening. “She was good to you, wasn’t she.”

“I liked her,” you repeated, your voice quiet but sure. “She made you happy, and I liked that.”

Your dad smiled. He kissed the top of your head. “I know, love. But you make me the happiest. You’re the only girl I need.”

You didn’t reply, but you didn’t pull away either. The warmth of his embrace was everything, comfortable and safe in a way that made the sadness feel a little more bearable.

“You know,” he murmured after a while, “I can’t promise I won’t screw up again, but I’ll try. I’ll keep trying. We’re in this together, okay?”

“Okay,” you whispered back, and for the first time in a while, the softness in your voice felt real.

Matty leaned his head down and kissed the top of your hair, holding you close. As the minutes passed, he let his heart settle, but he knew the work wasn’t over. There was still healing to be done, and he would be there, doing everything he could, every step of the way.

[lazycranberrydoodles]

BEEF EEF!!!!!

follow to put more gods into cute outfits 🌸

[hawnks]

Logging out for a while, love you miss you <3

[butnotbubblegum]

using the tags to vent my current emotional state into the void bc ig story feels like a bad plan for this, read at your own risk.

[orcelito]

Ok I'm thinking about kabuto backstory again and thinking about how unfair and fucked up it all is like

> be Danzo

> threaten local orphanage mother into returning to being a spy (by threatening the kids there)

> force them to send One Kid too because he "lost a man" while obtaining the intel he's threatening her to spy over (the kid is Kabuto, who volunteered bc he overheard them threatening the mother over this) (Danzo knows he overheard)

> train kabuto to be a spy while orphanage mother is off on her long spy job as well

> bait spy mom with the promise of keeping kabuto safe to keep her agreeing to work with you

> decide they both are too good at their jobs (????) Of being spies (that work for you?????)(they've been loyal this whole time????) So they're too dangerous and both need to die

> keep mom and kid away from each other as kid grows up

> literally DOCTOR FAKE PHOTOS of the kid growing up to make it seem like he looks totally different now???? So she won't recognize him?????

> give her the assassination assignment of killing the Real Kabuto (who she won't recognize) so they'll kill each other

> whoops, Kabuto survived and killed her instead, oh well at least Orochimaru's watching him now

I'm just like. How fucked up is it to threaten these people into working as spies for you "for the good of Konoha", and then decide that these people (who have given NO INDICATION of intending to betray Konoha) are too good at being spies and thus Too Dangerous and should be killed for it. But no he can't just kill them in a normal way. He had to manufacture an entire scenario so that they'd kill EACH OTHER while making the mom not recognize him (with the express purpose of breaking the kid's spirit) like BROOOOOO I know you ordered the whole Uchiha clan to be massacred (conducting genocide for the sake of 'peace') actually now that I think about it he ordered this of itachi. Ordered him to kill his own family. Of course Danzo would get off on making a mother and son kill each other "for the good of Konoha" he's almost fucking cartoon villain level of horrible past the point of logic EXCEPT there really are people this awful that have existed. Plenty of them. And they have also justified it as being "for the good of [nation]" like that's the Thing, he's a war hungry nationalist that has decided He Knows Best so he's going to fuck up SO many people's lives, up to and including his own damn citizens!!!! And this bitch thinks he deserves to be kage?!?!?! Fucking Hiruzen letting him run wild like this. He knew Danzo was stealing children and indoctrinating them into a murder cult (where, keep in mind, he purposefully raises kids in pairs so they view each other as family AND THEN ORDERS THEM TO KILL EACH OTHER)(AGAIN!!!! with the family killing, what is his PROBLEM) but Hiruzen just let it fucking happen. Spineless fucking piece of shit. He fucked Naruto up he fucked Orochimaru up he fucked up Royally with Danzo like come ONNNNNNNNNN

Rattling the bars of my cage rn at how awful Danzo is and how he was able to just. DO THIS???? I know the bitch is dead but he's not dead enough. Give me the glock.

[sepiasys]

Quality interaction that just happened

I love having a quotebook in SP XD

[ilkkawhat]

Heya! Hope you’re doing okay ❤️

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

[baladric]

well the good news is that today i instigated a necessary conflict, walked into it w my chin up and then got to learn that i've healed enough that i no longer dissociate instantly when a voice is raised at me and can remain not only coherent, but rational and well-spoken and verbally calm. the bad news is we solved nothing, but at least my roommates are now aware that there's a very strong likelihood they're gonna be stuck paying the rent on this place for the full term of our original lease.

[cousinthrockmorton]

i hate living with people who still have high school minds and don’t practice basic respect in sharing spaces with people cause they just have their friends over all the time who r loud asf and no one cleans up after themselves and most of their friends call me a bitch behind my back ig cause i don’t interact w ppl and also yea you’d have a resting bitch face too if ur the houses fucking maid and only actual adult who deals with every fucking thing whatever holy fuck man

[autistic-shaiapouf]

Beginning to really wonder how much of my financial concern is manufactured and handed to me as opposed to something I'm genuinely concerned by

[specters]

why must i use therapist speak to tell my roommate to clean up after themselves like why can't i just be like "hey this is getting hazardous levels of disgusting to the point i don't want to come back ever please put in a little bit of effort at all ever" and be done

[maraskywalkers]

baby you're a bad idea was updated and I am

[elongated-twink]

I think being autistic does actually make me inherently better at animal handling because I, too, have been yelled at for growling and biting when everyone ignored my previous warnings and didn’t set clear boundaries