#crying and sobbing and screaming and weeping

[wolverinesbuttcheeks]

“not your fault.”

logan howlett x g/n reader

rating: pg

tags: angst, hurt/comfort, sad logan, scott being an ass, explicit language, comforting reader, logan’s soft hair.

a/n: this is after a req i did, and i couldn’t wait. sorry ts is booty. here’s the request.

update!! i made an edited/better version here.

it’s not your fault.

another failed mission. 

you and the x-men had gotten back from the 6th failed mission in a row.

people? dead. mutants? dead. 

too many people- dead. 

the x-men (mostly scott) was blaming it on logan for ‘charging in head first’. but you could tell that he was at least trying. you always had loved him for not really having a thought in his head while saving people. he was just doing his job.

it was late, you were about to go to bed. anger boiling over. it was about midnight, the kids were in bed, and you could hear scott pacing the hall way. you were about to stick your head out and yell at him to shut the fuck up. you stood up, and passed towards the door. you reached your hand to the doorknob- but then got interrupted by logan’s footsteps walking around the corner and scott screaming at him.

“YOU KILLED PEOPLE LOGAN, YOU COULD HAVE KILLED US?!”

“WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?! THIS IS YOUR FAULT- IF YOU HADENT JUST CHARGED IN-” logan cut him off.

“DO YOU THINK I PURPOSELY LET THEM DIE?!” 

you could hear his voice wabble.

 you heard footsteps thunder into the distance . then a thump at the door. logan’s voice came through again.

“can i talk to you… please?” he said, you could hear his voice waver slightly. 

you cracked open the door door to reveal logan. he was in his classic tank and sweatpants.

logan seemed ashamed. his eyes directed at his feet. when his eyes finally came up and met yours, there were tears trailing down his face. his eyes scrunched closed, you stepped forward wrapping your arms around him. one hand finding a place on the back of his neck. you pulled him into the room, kicking the door closed behind you. 

you both plopped down onto the edge of the bed. logan was now weeping. 

“i-it’s my fault- i -i killed them.” logan’s arms wrapped around you as he sobbed into your neck. 

“shh- no it’s not. it’s not your fault.”

you started to rub slow circles on his back. he leaned into you, the cloth on your shoulder now wet from his tears. him crying made you want to cry with him. to see the toughest person you know this vulnerable… it’s… scary.

logan’s breath slowly began to go back to normal, and he shifted- then laid his head onto your lap, his face pointing away from you. one arm around your back, and the other hand was resting on your thigh. his breathing smoothed over as he began to play with the fabric that loosely covered your thigh.

“it’s not your fault logan. it never is.”

you say softly, almost like your comforting yourself as well as him. 

he turned, his hands now resting on his tummy. you looked into his golden green eyes. they were shiny, a stray tear still running down the side of his face. 

“i’m sorry.” he said weakly.

you nodded in response. his eyes scanned your face, then landed on your lips. his hand reached up and tucked a string of hair that had fallen into your face.

“you always have time to be romantic huh?”

he chuckled, “someone’s gotta”

he sat up. your hands falling out of his thick brown hair. the dim light making the ends glow slightly. then he leaned in slowly, his lips catching yours in a kiss. you kissed back. your hands snaking their way back to his silky hair that you were dangerously addicted to.

the kiss ended when you pulled away for oxygen. but you wanted more. 

“thank you” he whispered against your lips. his forehead now resting on yours. his calloused hands came up to either side of your face before he planted one last kiss on your lips. when you pulled away this time, you hugged him. you both fell against the bed, falling asleep in each others arms.

•••

the next morning you woke up to logan’s arms around you. this time his shirt was nowhere to be seen. you smiled. content. he was still knocked out, so you used this time to just admire him, and the fact that ‘the wolverine’ is currently in your bed right now. his eyes fluttered open- eyelashes catching the golden sunlight being filtered through the blinds. your reached up, your hand caressing the stubble on his chin, then pulling him into another kiss.

 “it’s never your fault.”

[dumbdiscodragon]

Tragedy of all time

young man just came back from very tense shopping expedition

and forgot

cookies

[turbo-enid]

OH BOY OH GOD I'M HERE—

[sevenspoonfulsofsugar]

WE'RE BACK BABY - OCTOBER 5, HERE WE COME

[k4t4s4n]

He’s alive and well, hanging out with La squadra. Nothing is wrong ! 😊👍

[messervixen]

Just listened to the lyrics specifically of Bohemian Rhapsody and 0/10 would not recommend. Absolutely awful. If you kin Sirius Black AT ALL do yourself a favor and never go with 500 feet of that song because it is rough. TCOPTP Sirius had every right to start sobbing the first time he heard it because it’s genuinely horrific.

[stormyoceans]

THEY ARE MY WHOLE ENTIRE STUPID BLEEDING BEATING HEART SERVED ON A SILVER PLATTER IM GENUINELY RUNNING OUT OF WAYS TO EXPLAIN TO YOU ALL JUST HOW MUCH I LOVE THEM

[ace-and-the-rpg-horrors]

when i catch myself getting a wee bit too silly about Monty i remember he is THIS most of the time and then i shut up pretty quick

[skekthesilly]

i saw the cutest piece of sprunki fanart ever omg im NOT gonna get attached to these dandys world lookin ass rainbow friends creatures im NOT gonna get attached to them im NOT gonna get attached to them im NOT im NOT im NOT im NOT im OT im NOT im NOT IMM NGJNRINHYHDGJSFGHKSNFGTJJT PUNCHES THE WALL CRIES PUNCHES THE WALL

WHY DOES EVERYONE NEED TO DRAW THEM SO CUTE

LOOK AT THESE STUPID LITTLE IDIOT CREATURES. THEYRE LIKE BUGS. THEYRE LIKE STUPID LITTLE BUGS. AGHRGHAGHRGRGA

,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,G,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

theyre. theyre literally. j. theyre. look at how stupid they look. theyre so. im killing them

look at these stupid idiots. look at how stupid they are. theyre so stupid. theyre literally a circle and a rectangle. what do you mean people have fire ass fanon designs for them i cant do this anymore i CANT get attached to them im going to scream im literally,

im gonna kill all of these stupid little bugs. im gonna squash them. squish them. because theyre stupid. stupid idiots. they dont know how stupid they are......

sheds a single tear....... what do you MEAN im getting attached to them....... i cant............ they look stupid.............. <- says the person who likes object shows

im gonna KILL THEM. im ri;pping them apart and eating them

the creators pretty cool. they made a mod showcasing other incredibox mods bc sprunki was taking the spotlight. anyways

IM KILLING THESE STUPID LITTLE BUGS. AGRGAHGRAGRAGHRG

what do you MEAN i want them to kiss. theyre SHAPES. theyre COLORFUL SHAPES what do you mean i have the urge to draw SPRUNKI YAOI. CRIES. I LOVE THEM. I HATE THEM. IM KILLING THEM. AFFECTIONATELY. WH

[funfactory]

[o-i-w-u]

oh no

my rarepair

is rare

[epitomees]

when do you gaze at your soulmate?

When they're sleeping

It's not just the way they're at rest. It's that they're at rest with you. It's not just that they're safe but that they feel safe enough to let you see them like this. It's trust and it's intimacy. And you're not sure you're ready for them to see the emotions in your eyes right now. They've been through enough. You both have. Sometimes it scares you just how much you love them. It terrifies you that you feel happy as they lay there, eyes closed and hair a little messy. Their features twitch and you know they're dreaming and it scares you because if you fall asleep too you won't have a nightmare tonight. You'll dream of them. Or nothing at all. And either way it will make you need them more. And you're not supposed to need anyone but it's them. You want to hold them in your arms and never let go. You want to protect them but you know they want to protect you too. This is the kind of love you long for and it's the kind which will hurt if you lose it. But here you are anyway. It's too late now. You're glad it's too late to go back.

Tagged by: @caramialunaestelle Tagging: Whomever wants to experience emotional pain

[whotfisoli]

Just finished falsettos

Cried so hard I peed a little

[skullsandcorals]

How I've Been Feeling About Aryan's Grover:

[lunaetis]

@enshijou asked :

beyond the midnight veil, there are countless phenomena yet undefined in their entirety, a word not sufficient to bring forth to the ears of a curious listener its truest form. it is the countless eyes of the night, multitudinous beams of light known to the human heart so affectionately as stars, manifestations of hopeful dreams. it is here that she roams in search of her own place within the universe that stretches onward into the realms of imagination. there is a melange of emotions when he is swathed in the all too familiar embrace of nightfall. these sentiments are akin to fireflies contained safely within the metaphorical jar of what would be known as a soul, if such concepts worked in tandem with the natal epithet of ‘ death. ‘ there is fascination, longing, melancholy and above all, an allure that can not be severed. from night is born the harbinger of a peaceful end, their reunion connected by a lamenting hymn of inevitable apocalypse. and it is only a matter of time, which can not be escaped from. In his hand, there is a silver band cradled carefully within gloved palm. when it is held up to singular, nocturnal gaze, it gently glows with the comforting radiance of a stellar gathering. by mere thought alone does it seem as if she has descended from the cosmos to be present once more in this very moment that aureous fate has woven. their fates bond by primordial deities, the awakening of destruction and the infinite search for not only who they are, but also who they potentially could become. a soft smile is warmly extended towards her, before exchanging the ring from his own grasp to her own. ‘ i had saw this and thought you might like it. one look, and no matter where you might have been beyond reach, i couldn’t help but think of how you were doing and what spectacular sights you have seen since we last met. how are you ? what has happened since we last saw one another ? ‘

where the night meets the star. ( unprompted. ) || always accepting

─「エデン」─  most people feared THE DARK, but it wasn't darkness that they were scared of, it was the unknown that came with it. to eden, however, DARKNESS and even death were concepts she had come to intertwine with rather deeply. there was peace and calm in the sky so black, and only in the dark that the stars were allowed to shine so brightly, were they not ? the touch of death was so gentle, too, as she remembered. even as her journey took her away from the person whom had his name, his very existence tied to the whole definition of DEATH. born of human's curiosity, of experiment to achieve something beyond one's imagination, the very existence that would spelled DOOM and the end to those getting too close to them. thus was the fate their held to their names.

death. and seed of destruction. the end of all livings. and the manmade weapon.

                streaking from beyond the skies, beyond the STARS blanketed by the canvas of night was the trailblazer. at the horizon where light met with dark, at the SECRET SPOT only known to the two of them, the girl from the sky appeared once more to her dear companion as though she was summoned by him. as though she had heard his calling from across the stars itself. the trail of cosmos followed behind her with a smile blooming at the sight of him. the stellaron heart beat just a little faster, reminding itself of how its vessel became more alive at the sight of the one who was known as death. the irony of it all.

                " ryoji ! " his name fell from her lips, coated in pure delight over the REUNION both had longed for all this time. the time flow between the two souls differed greatly from where he was and where she flied off to. several days for him might be MONTHS for her, and vice versa. there could never be a steady rhythm in which both their lives continued, yet, in that very moment that the two vessels had found their ways back to each other, their time aligned themselves once more. he was here, alive and breathing, as she wore a smile so bright it'd put the north star to shame.

                but they were alive, weren't they ? how else would one explain the warmth rising inside of her chest upon liquid gold of her eyes expanding at the sight of his GIFT. a silver band acquired its light from the stars above them, then partially dyed the color of pale blue she had come to find immense comfort in.

                " for me ... ? " gloved digits carefully cradled the ring within her palm, gently and tenderly as though she was handling the most valuable treasure ever been presented. and for eden, it was exactly that, wasn't it ? a present chosen in thoughts of her would worth more than all the GOLD in this world and the next. for what would she do with them when the item in her very palm held the thoughts of the man who waited for her return just as ardently as her counting the days she could fly back to him. an inquiry lingered on her tongue following his. how long had it been for him since they last seen each other ? was he waiting for longer than she had due to the time distortion ? the question did not make it past her lips, no.

                " heh ... it's like you read my mind. " fondness coated every syllable she spoke then, as her free hand slipped into her jacket and gloved digits held onto something over to him. patiently, she waited until he opened his palm and she carefully placed the item back onto it.

                the band she gifted him was a mix of platinum and gold, lined along the surface with glowing color not belonging to this world. in the middle was something similar to a stone, yet it shone brilliantly than diamond or any rare material one could ever acquired upon this world. the light was a kaleidoscope of colors, warm and gleaming with hope and comfort. the same kind of emotions that would be evoked at the sight of the SHOOTING STAR. because that was exactly what it was. a ring made of stellarite. a piece of the star. if one looked closely, there was a glimmer of familiar gold. a fraction of stellaron light engraved onto the inner side of it.

                " your very own starlight. " auric orbs softened incredibly as she said that. a piece of her she had given him along with the very star that had bestowed so many people with countless wishes. eden held the ring he gifted her with close, then slowly slipped it over her gloved digit. how it fitted perfectly over her finger as though he had it personally measured. the sight of the small band contrasting the dark leather glove gave a sense of reassurance. it was like he was there with her no matter what. " thank you ... i'll treasure this. "

                " and that ring is a promise from me to you. one day, i'll take you to see the sight beyond the stars ... " she held her hand out, sticking her pinky over to the other with a smile. as long as the ring in his hold still shines, he'd know that she was still out there, safe and sound. " you'd come with me, right ? " one look, and you knew that she wasn't going to take no for an answer. only when she could feel his own digit coiling around hers that she tightened them just slightly, face lighting up like dawn.

                " it's a promise. "

[stormyoceans]

LITERALLY FELL ON MY KNEES WAILING NEIL LOVES HIM SO MUCH I NEED TO BE INSTITUTIONALIZED RN