#whys everything is suddenly so annoying???? What does that have to do with bleeding????????

[technicalknockout]

O SWEET RELEASE OF DEATH FREE ME FROM THIS ACCURSED FLESH PRISON THAT IS MY MORTAL BODY (has fallen victim to menstrual cramps and is slowly losing any trace of coherent thought)

[sirxlla]

Okay I have a request if you could do it, btw I love your bat bros writings

What about how would batboys be if the reader was a tailor?

You're Their Seamstress/Tailor (Batboys)

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Dick: You had bent over, and since Dick was feeling cheeky (pun intended), he swatted your ass.

"I will choke the life out of you with my tailor tape, Grayson." You smacked his arm with a laugh and a smile.

"Hey, you do it to me all the time and it's not my fault you tailor your pants so well to your body."

You roll your eyes before measuring his hips, having to slightly press your face to his stomach.

"Hey there, do I gotta pay extra or does that come included in my fitting?" He remarks, being a smartass as per usual.

You finished up measuring him and started working on his suit, at some point while watching tv he passed out on your couch. You grabbed a blanket and covered him up before returning to your work tailoring his suit. He had a gala to go to and navy really brought out his blue eyes especially when paired with a baby blue tie. The color combination was so simple but it always made him look so handsome.

"God- Fuckin- Shit! Fuck me!" He had slept for a few hours but woke suddenly when he heard you cuss.

"You okay?" He asked with concern as he pushed the blanket off him and got to his feet before quickly making his way over to you.

"Yeah, I- I'm okay, I just sliced my finger open with the scissors." You got up and rushed over to the sink and let the cold water run over it. Dick was quick to grab the first aid kit to bandage your finger.

"It's alright fingers tend to bleed a lot." He said as he noticed the worry and pain on your face. Dick opened the triple antibiotic that has pain relief, thankfully. He dried your finger, put the antibiotic on it and then the little Spongebob bandaids youd picked out which made you smile. You had always thought it was worth the extra couple cents to get themed bandaids cause they gave a smidge of dopamine as well as protection for your finger. Having Star Wars, Hello Kitty or Spongebob bandaids did a lot to help you and others feel a little bit better after an accident.

Dick kissed your finger over the bandaid as he looked into your eyes. "My- My mom always said if you kiss it, it'll heal quicker. I know it's bullshit but little things like that help a lot when accidents happen." Remembering how his mom would kiss his boo boos when he was a kid, he didnt talk about her much so when he brought her up it was heart-warming to know he trusted you with that.

"Thats why I get the themed bandaids! Its the little trivial things that mean a lot." You smiled as you were so glad he had the a smiliar outlook as you.

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Jason: It was very unsurprising when it came to how rough Jason was on everything from his guns to his jacket, to his boots so it was almost weekly that you were fixing something of his.

"Jay, how do you even tear this area?" You said as you held up the jacket that had definitely seen better days, a massive hole in the upper bicep.

"Easy, I've been working out." Jason says being a complete smartass, which you suppose is a good thing, considering if he wasn't, you would know there was something wrong with him.

"Hardy Har Har." Giving him an annoyed smirk flipping him off before grabbing your needle and thread. Unfortunately, a lot of the things that Jason needed patched up had to be hand-sewn, and so you painstakingly spent hours fixing any little holes he had.

"Angel, you know that's not nice." He laughs as he quickly quips back at you, sitting in the desk chair next to you, spinning around.

"I know, that's why I said it." You grabbed his chair and stopped him from spinning. "With the damage being the way it is, I'm most likely going to have to hold on to this for a couple of days, but I did work on something for you."

You put the jacket down so you could get back to it later and got up from your seat. Expecting him to get up and follow, but of course, him being him, he decided that it was a good idea to roll the desk chair across the floor behind you. You rolled your eyes and opened the cabinet to a fairly badass and upgraded suit.

"I worked with Lucius to improve a few things; the fibers are thicker but still breathable and light. Kneepads, chest plate, bracers and the helmet is the same design as before, but we added a better filtration system and a heads-up display on the helmet so you can track blood and run an analysis of whatever you need. The cargo pants are more tear resistant, the jackets new material but the old design." You ran him through all the little bits and pieces of the upgrades, and he almost looked in shock.

"You just did this? Like I didn't even need to ask you, you just did... I have been wondering about a new suit." The smirk that always seemed to lace his tone seemed to slip, now laced with appreciation. "How do you know I needed all this stuff?"

"Well, I talked with Bruce and Barbara on exactly what you needed technology wise and then I spoke to Lucius about the way you fight and things that are tearing and such. Considering he's done so much work with Bruce I figured he would know best and we got it figured out. If you end up not liking something let me know and we'll tweak it as needed."

"Holy shit, this is just..." He stands up from the desk chair and pushes it away from him a little bit. The wheels roll against the tile of the floor as he gazes at his new suit. "No, Angel. I have a feeling this is gonna be amazing." He grabs youand gives you a big hug, In this moment he felt so cared for and so appreciated as he squeezed you a little. "You're a goddamn genius, Angel."

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Bruce: You worked with Lucius on Bruce's suit, working with him on design and functionality. You and Bruce were arguing, the two materials he wanted to pair would make his suit heavy in the rain and he wasn't listening.

"You know what, do it your way, Bruce. Cause you're always right." You stared into his ocean blue eyes with annoyance and anger. Usually those eyes mean the world and could bring you to your knees but right now all you felt was annoyance and irritation.

"I will." He said it with a bit of a smartass tone, he was glad you backed down because he wasnt used to being questioned by anyone.

Guess what happened? The dumbass's suit was too heavy, and he ended up falling off a three-story building.

Thankfully, he's okay but now youre taking care of him. You didn't need to tell him I told you so, he knew he was wrong. While he was passed out in his bed you fixed up his suit and replaced the material that made it so heavy.

Bruce was never one for customizing his things too much but you knew how much he cared about his parents and sewed a small black rose into the undershirt of his suit. It was something he may never see or notice but it felt right considering how often he'd place roses where his parents were killed in Crime Alley, it was like they'd be with him at all times.

Bruce found it months later and immediately thought of you. He'd been thinking of you a lot and he realized how much you truly care about him by doing such little things like refill the water bottles in the batmobile and clean his suit without him asking. He sent you black roses as a thank you so you knew he saw it.

"You do so much for everyone and my family wouldnt be nearly as safe without you. I cant thank you enough. Let me take you out to dinner when you have time. - BW"

Your heart lept into your chest, you and Bruce bumped heads but it was in the same way an old married couple did, you both wanted what was best for the other. Bruce didnt want that other material cause he knew it'd be a pain for you to sew, even if he wouldn't tell you that. You wanted him safe, he knew that but you'd been busting your ass for the whole Batfamily so he asked for the other material even if in the end it did make him look stupid and dislocated one of his shoulders.

So due to that, he could at least get you to take you on a date, he needed a break too and it would be nice to get out and get away from all his kids to spend time with someone he was growing quite fond of.

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Tim: When it came to upgrading Tim's gadgets it was a pain in the ass because he always needed the newest tech and a way to upgrade it. Fortunately, when it came to the gadgets he handled that himself or he had Lucius help with it.

When it came to the suit itself it didn't need to be upgraded unless it had some serious degradation and it was getting to that point, it had holes and rips everywhere.

"No, Tim. We cant talk about it later." You spoke to him through comms as he was on patrol.

"I'm a little busy." You could hear the wind on his cape as he glided over and through the city.

"You're always busy, Tim. The suit needs upgrades and if we dont get to them now it'll be too late. If you dont wanna miss a night of patrol then we need to do it now."

"Alright, Jesus. Why do you always gotta be right?" He said with a easy-going joking tone as he landed on a roof somewhere and there was the sound of the rain patting down onto his cape.

"So I was thinking maybe some titanium coated armor, it'd be stronger but definitely wouldnt add much weight...then maybe we could keep the boots but the pants wear too quickly-"

"Yeah, all that sounds good. I trust you but I gotta go, just do whatever you want." He said as it sounded like he started fighting a group of thugs. "I gotta go, getting my ass handed to me over here. You know? Normal stuff." He said with a laugh.

You worked like a mule trying to get his suit together, referencing his measurements and the sketch you had done several versions of trying to figure which looked the best and was the most functional. Tim bounces around like a ping pong ball so you just put the new suit in place of the old one so he could try it when he got around to it.

"Hey, have you seen this suit?! This is amazing!" He asked you as if he didn't already know you made it yourself.

"I'm glad you like it." You smiled as you worked on other garments.

"I could kiss you, this is so amazing! I- I- I mean...Um, yeah. Thank you." He says as he quickly leaves the room in his suit before his face matches the red on the new chest piece.

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Damian: Being Bruce's son meant Damian would regularly have to attend galas. Damian wasnt so rough on his armored suits so mainly he needed to commision you for suits and the like.

He wasn't very talkative or sociable but secretly it was your favorite thing to do to dress up Damian like your own little Ken doll. Of course he'd never tell you but something about you lighting up everytime he needed something tailored just made his black heart just a very shades lighter.

"Mmm hmmm hmmm." You hummed to your music, your headphones on as to not disturb Damian while you fitted him with the new suit you had just finished but minutes before he walked in.

"You know you don't have to do that?"

"What?" You asked a bit concerned that you'd upset him in some sorta way.

"You can play your music out loud. I don't mind." He wanted to let you in and he could see how much you relaxed after he said that.

"I um- I don't know if you'll like it." You said concerned as you fiddled with your tailored tape.

"Well, we don't know if I will if you dont show me." Damian was in uncharted territory on talking to people and getting to know them but this felt good?

"I'm just listening to the Arcane soundtrack for this last season. It was so good." You almost started rambling but stopped, you liked Damian and didnt want him to think you were weird by going off about your interests.

"Yeah, it was pretty good, I really didn't expect that ending..."

"No, No, No! Wait! I haven't finished it. I just- I haven't had the chance. I'm on like episode four or five." You stopped him before he went on and accidentally spoiled it.

"Oh, so you haven't even got to the big parts then..."

"No, I've been working on your suit." You said as you smoothed the suit over his shoulders. The suit is a beautiful deep burgundy, the collars black with a black tie and white undershirt, simple but unique. He looks stunning, your hands held his wrist as you put on his cufflinks for him.

"We'll, I um..." Holy shit he was nervous, he'd not done this in ages...and he was never nervous but he wanted to make a good impression. He took a deep breath. "Hey, why don't you and I watch the last episodes together? Like make it a night tomorrow or something? I mean- Actually... do you have time tonight?"

"Tonight? I thought you were busy with the gala." You asked him, you didnt wanna say yes then make him feel obligated when he was actually meant to be somewhere else.

"I was but Jason and Dick can deal with it. I'd rather spend my night here with you if that's okay." You turned your face away from him as it was probably obvious that your heart was beating in eyes like an old cartoon.

"I'd love that." Your eyes glancing up at his a lot less nervous and a lot more hopeful.

That night was full of a lot of emotion from the show and you ended up a sobbing mess against his chest, thank goodness he'd changed out of the suit otherwise it would be soaked with your tears. He held you all through it and by the end of the night he was sure he was crushing on you.

-> Masterlists <-

[twstfanblog]

*~Period Drama~* Romance Era Octavinelle

|| Heartslabyul || Savanaclaw || Octavinelle || Scarabia || Pomefiore + Ignihyde || Diasomnia ||

It started off as a normal afternoon. You and your boyfriend just laid down for an impromptu nap, cuddled close together and safe in each other's arms. So you can imagine their surprise when they wake up to find the bed spotted with blood. Pulling the blankets back, they see the blood coming from you...

FIRST REACTION

Azul

Woke up confused. Couldn't find out what he was smelling that was distressing him so much. Then he realized he was smelling blood, and then he realized the blood was coming from YOU.

Woke you up softly panicking, telling you that you had to get up and come with him to the infirmary.

The cramps kick in while he's trying to get you up and OW. It only makes him start panicking more.

He's on the phone with the Tweels when you manage to wake up enough to tell Azul everything is fine. He does NOT believe you and tells the twins that you're suffering blood loss.

By the time the Tweels showed up, you've started explaining to Azul what a period is and he is HORRIFIED.

Jade

Snapped awake the second you bled through your bottoms. Bro was dreaming of the woods and then suddenly he's in red waters.

Woke you up because he was trying to figure out where you were bleeding from. Poor eel is trying to check for a stab wound and is just confused about the location the blood seems to be coming from.

You better savor this, Jade is only going to be flustered and openly concerned until you manage to explain to him what a period is.

Because once you do tell him he is FASCINATED. Big ole smile while he starts to massage your back and asking you to tell him more.

He will be running experiments, best of luck to you.

Floyd

Woke you up by flipping you. Just full-on gripped you by the hips and yanked. Boy woke up smelling blood and pinpointed where it was coming from in two nanoseconds.

Because of the blood, he woke up fucked up, now he's pissed you're bleeding. Not sure if he's more pissed about the fact he doesn't know why you're bleeding or that someone potentially came in to hurt you, and they got past him.

Either way, you got a grumpy clingy eel wrapping around your whole body.

Once you fully wake up and realize what's happening, explain it to him. It'll take a few tries but then he tells you that's a horrible idea and you shouldn't do it. Bloods suppose to stay inside, shrimpy...

Immediately tried to squeeze the period out of you.

HOW HELPFUL ARE THEY?

Azul

You've never met a man more terrified yet supportive in your life.

He refuses to get too close to you and will send the tweels to deliver any gift or food he has for you. That octo breeding practice of females killing males that annoy them during mating season is screaming at him. It's for his own peace of mind he stays away.

While he won't get too close, he is literally pampering you from a distance. You get a daily delivery of luxury pillows, gourmet chocolates, scent oils, bath bombs, and high-quality heated blankets. He's got the tweels making your every meal if he isn't the one doing it.

Please text and call him on the phone though. While he's terrified of being close to you, he misses you so fucking much and he wishes he could get over his irrational fear of being eaten by you.

If you have PMS, he is SHAKING. He's fighting for his damn life just to keep you from being pissed at him. Another 'Agrees with you to save his life' kinda man.

Jade

Hm, you don't wanna eat this suspicious mushroom that's been chopped into your food? Are you sure? Just try a bite, you might like it.

Jade is supportive, but he's also JADE. Two parts a loving partner, one part the most annoying piece of shit this side of the coastline.

He's been trying since day one to get you to eat mushrooms with paralyzing and hallucinogenic properties under the guise 'They'll be helpful'. While feeling completely numb for hours on end WOULD help the cramps, you're not too sure how tripping balls is gonna do you any favors.

Teasing butler style, he temporarily moved into Ramshackle. He will fluff up your pillows, handle the blood-stained laundry, and he will even make you a nonmushroom-filled dinner.

If you cry at ALL during your period he will be stunned lock before jumping into comforting you. He can smell the hormonal difference and so he knows you're a lot more sensitive then normal about his teasing. Lowkey kinda likes it, treats it like a game on what the limit for that day is.

Floyd

This motherfucker might as well be PMSing along with you. Are you sad? Ok then, he's sad now, too; what's the matter, Shrimpy? Happy? Cool! He's in a pretty good mood, too! Pissed off? Well, now he's gotta break somebody's bones. Who are we mad at?

Emotionally, he is on the same vibe as you, and to some it can be ANNOYING, but others find it so nice to have someone to have the same feelings with you in that moment.

The goal of the week is to keep Shrimpy happy. He's getting you snacks, little gifts, lots of cuddling. While he's mad, he can't physically squeeze your period out, the pressure and folding you up during a squeeze does helps the pain.

One of the few boys who really notices the bloating. Loves how you got squishier. While cold isn't as effective, it can still help ease period pains. Enjoy being held in bed lovely like a soft pretzel while cold hands are pressed right on your lower stomach.

Does his best to seriously support and help you, but is kind of a hardass and gets just as pissy as you do.

AFTER THE FACT

Azul

He survived but at the cost of knowing this was going to happen again...Well, time to prepapre to be the best lover by next month or so HELP HIM-

For how terrified he's been the past week, he starts that GRIND to better understand your period and starts tracking it.

Takes your period as this grand research challenge since periods don't exist in Twist, the only source he has is you and the period itself. It's a race against the clock to gain info on how to better tend to you.

Please just let him hold and kiss you for a few hours too. Being away from you for days on end was not enjoyable. He's also gonna work on his irrational fear of you killing him so that he KISS HIS DAMN DATEMATE.

Has your next period marked down on his personal calendar. But if you're early or late he'll start acting cagey again. He will trick Floyd into asking if you're on your period or getting jade to mind trick it out of you.

Jade

Well, that was terrible, worst week of his life so far, honestly. Hm? Was your period that bad? Now, why do you think he was talking about your period?

Asks coy about the whole event for no reason other than the fact you're concerned about how he feels and managed through the whole thing.

With his smelling skills, he's made way more aware of the various hormonal changes you do over the course of the month leading up to the next period.

So, sorry, but be prepared for little stress tests CONSTANTLY. You made the mistake of telling Jade that a period can change on multiple factors like diet and stress.

He'll do the stress tests but if you really truly hate it he will become sneakier stop doing them as much. He really does want to understand better. Both for his own thirst to understand how you tick and to help out more for the next period.

Floyd

That sucked, but it's over right? You don't need to do it again?...What do you mean it's a monthly thing?

Your period was a really weird time that he's already forgotten like the day after it's over. It was lowkey just another week to him, only he got to be around his shrimpy as an emotional support eel so that was great!

Didn't really do anything to prepare for the next one. He managed to get through the period just fine and was lowkey pretty great at it. He does make the smallest mental note of the stuff he cooked for you that you really liked. He starts experimenting with the recipes and trying to make them even tastier. Just for his shrimpy.

With the super eel-smelling, he does notice the difference in your hormones more now that he's aware of it. He will start sniffing at you whenever you change cycles, he tells you that you ovulating smells like you're in heat.

Constantly forgets about your period until it happens again.

HOW HELPFUL ARE THEY? ♡NSFW♡

Azul

Trying to get Azul to fuck was already a mental battle. The fact he's biologically wired to be very cautious during sex because his partner might kill him? You're gonna have to ask the Tweels to catch him, because you're not.

You gotta debate your ass off just to get him to sit next to you. but once you're able to get him talking, your only choice is to do a contract where you PROMISE you're not going to kill him mid-sex because you got annoyed or hungry.

Once the contract is in place, he's much more willing to help out. Takes it as a challenge honestly. Works to make you cum so hard you pass out (only then will he be safe).

If you're REALLY LUCKY, he'll get into one of the big tubs Octavinelle has to change into his merform. Being much bigger than you really helps his anxiety and fear with the whole act. Plus, his tentacles are...very helpful.

Jade

Remember when I said there were only four people I canon as sucking the period out of you? That was a lie, there are six.

Letting it slip that orgasms help with the cramps was honestly one of the worst things you could have done. He already fucks you like it's torture, winding you up for hours on end before letting you cum only to do it all over again.

Once he knows, he orchestrates you not being able to take any pain relief so that you have to ask him to help. This is for you of course, but it's mostly so he can get a taste.

He's going to tease you the whole time; lots of fingering, massaging, and licking. Your thighs are gonna be raw from all the bites he's giving you while he's down there.

Floyd

Number three on the 'Who'd Suck the Period Out of You' group. Does it with ease, does it with your legs wrapped around his head. Squeeze them harder Shrimpy, he can still breathe, you're terrible at this.

Fucking Floyd is already a dangerous game, you wanna add blood to it??? You're stronger than I am. He's already a wild card in the bed, introducing blood to the mix only ups the possibility of him going insane with his dick inside you.

Another that's about to bite you the fuck up. God speed soldier...

[blackcat-star]

IN THE GLITCH ZONE.

✭ CHAPTER 0: ERROR | Chapter 1.

> Subject: [ERROR_███] — status: DECEASED. > Initiating data purge protocol... → Deleting user data... ▷ Progress: 0%... 37%... 68%... 98%... ▷ ERROR: Data fragment remains. ▷ Purge failed. > Attempting memory overwrite...

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙

▷ ERROR_0x04C: Subject presence detected. ▷ Retry: Initiating deletion... ▷ 0%... 12%... 50%... 97%... ▷ CRITICAL ERROR. ▷ Deletion failed.

> Recovery protocol engaged. → Reloading entity... ▷ ERROR: Entity does not exist. ▷ ERROR: Entity persists.

[DELETION: COMPLETED] [USER ███ NO LONGER EXISTS.]

★・・・・・・★

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Pain.

So much pain!

It seems like you are suspended in nothingness and empty space. There are neither colors nor sounds.

You slowly regain awareness as you either open your eyes or feel the agony of your surroundings, determined to withstand the pain and find out what is going on. Every inch of your body aches as if you are being ripped apart. The most intense agony emanates from the region where your heart would normally be located within your chest. Somehow you feel as though your left side, close to your heart, is bleeding, even though you experience no physical sensation of blood oozing from your body.

Then you hear the continuous buzzing of machines, distorting and overlapping each other, making the space chaotic as if something is broken.

You try to struggle, but your body doesn't listen and lets the pain that seems like it can't get any worse invade your body. Your head suddenly aches violently, as if something is being pulled out of your brain. Chaotic images appear randomly and one by one they shatter into fragments and disappear into nothingness.

The cold and distorted mechanical voice kept making error messages and annoying beeps. Everything happened so fast that you wanted to tear everything apart and end this pain. Tears fell from your eyes, like two streams, running down your cheeks and then evaporating.

You screamed. 

"Stop! Stop it! It hurts!.."

But no matter how much you resist, it doesn't stop.

The mechanical voice continues to ring out.

You don't know how long you've been enduring. You don't know how many days or months you've been in this space.

Until finally, when your body no longer feels pain, a final message appears.

[DELETION: COMPLETED.]

You fall asleep from exhaustion.

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You glare at the man sitting on the bench across from you, your expression full of disapproval.

The man is holding the woman close to him. That wouldn't be a problem if he hadn't been kissing another girl right here an hour ago!

"You bastard!"

You just threw a punch at him, but all your punches just went straight through him.

"Girl, wake up! You're being cheated on! Dump him and find someone else!!!"

But no matter how angry you are, the couple still doesn't pay any attention to you, ignores you.

Why is that?

Oh, they don't see you. They don't even know you exist. All they see is that they're sitting on a bench in a deserted park, under the shade of a sturdy old tree.

"Do you feel cold?"

The girl leaned her head against her lover, smiling lovingly, completely unaware that she was just a fish in his fish tank, and completely unaware that someone was fighting for her.

The guy smiled fakely, kissing the girl's forehead. "Are you cold? Let's go to my house, I'll make you feel warmer!"

The girl smiled shyly and hit his arm lightly, but still stood up and followed the guy.

And you were still trying (though it was useless) to stop the girl from following the bad guy. You sent thousands of curses and middle fingers at him, until both of them were out of your sight.

You plopped down on the bench, crossed your arms and snorted loudly. 'That guy will definitely not have a good ending! I'll go to his house in the middle of the night and scare him into peeing his pants', you thought.

Even though you think so, you know that you can't get out of this park. In fact, you don't even know how big this park is. More accurately, you're stuck with this centrally located ancient tree. (This is what you hear people say it is in the center, but you don't know if it is actually in the middle of the park.)

You cannot go more than two meters away from the base of the tree.

And this has been going on for over a year, you think.

Ever since you became conscious, you found yourself in this park. At first you panicked and tried to find a way to escape, but as soon as you went more than two meters, you would be pushed back by some invisible force. Once you managed to get out of range, but immediately you felt like you were being torn into pieces. You only returned to normal when you returned to the tree.

It seemed like the tree wanted to tell you why you couldn't get out, it seemed like it was protecting you.

Or maybe you were just paranoid.

Regardless of what it was or what its purpose was, you couldn't deny the fact that you were stuck with this tree.

'I wonder what kind of tree this is...'

You also thought about asking someone for help. But you immediately realized that no one could see you. No matter what you do to people, no matter how loud you shout or scream, no one pays attention to you. Even if you touch people, you just pass through them.

Only then do you realize your condition.

Your body is not normal. It is slightly transparent, not enough to be able to see through but enough to give the feeling of half real and half unreal. Your heart does not beat. You don't even need to breathe.

It's like you're not alive anymore.

And you're sure you're dead.

How cruel.

You don't remember anything about yourself, but you remember this world very clearly.

Many years ago, dungeons suddenly appeared, along with monsters, causing chaos to the whole world. They killed, and harmed many people. To deal with that that, hunters appeared. They were ranked from E to S, and the power of an S-rank could be enough to level a country, but S-rank hunters appeared very rarely, so they were considered national treasures. Meanwhile, E-classes are often looked down upon.

Maybe it's the law of the world, the strong survive, the weak die. But you don't like it at all. It's not fair.

You see that sometimes E-rank is more precious than S-rank. They are just doing everything to live, even though they know they are weak, but they need to live, and earn money to take care of themselves and their families.

And one of the people you see admiring the most is a hunter nicknamed The Weakest Hunter Of All Mankind. What's his name? Sung...

"Hunter Sung Jinwoo!"

Just mentioned, he appeared.

He was a skinny man with wounds all over his body, long black hair covering his ears, and a rather childish face.

He was cute. You nodded in agreement.

He's an E-ranker, just a little stronger than a normal person. His father is missing, his mother is in a coma from Eternal Slumber, and he has a younger sister who's still in high school. He's the sole breadwinner of his family. So even though he's weak, he still ventures out to be a hunter, since hunters can earn a decent amount of money.

But he can't earn much more with his rank, so life is still very difficult.

How do you know about him?

He passes by this park quite a lot, his house must be near here, and he often sits on the bench near you. You don't mean to eavesdrop, you swear, but he talks to himself too loudly sometimes, and there are many people gossiping about him.

You don't approve of him coming out of the dungeon with so many injuries on his body, but you can't do anything about it because he can't see you. Besides, you have no right to interfere in his life.

You sighed as you looked at Jinwoo running towards his raid team this time.

At least you knew that orange-haired girl named Juhee would heal him.

For some reason, you had a bad feeling about his raid, and your intuition was usually right. You could only shake your head in helplessness and pray that he would return safely.

Because you liked Sung Jinwoo quite a bit. He was a gentle and kind person.

Helloooo! Blackcat-star is back with the new version of Lost Spirit :3

Sorry for not posting anything for too long guys.

I was busy and had a mental breakdown but it's all okay now! And my summer holiday starts beginning, I'll have much free time to write fic (if I'm not being lazy ;-;) !

Hope you enjoy this new version ❤

Love you all!

Taglist: @delusionillusion322 @o-qi-shisme

if anyone ask and yes I'm making the new taglist 'cause I'm doubt if people want to read this version

[shaunamilfman]

Dating Ghost!Jackie Headcanons

pairing: Jackie Taylor x r note: I'm not sure what this is either 🤷

Jackie being a pain in your ass beyond the grave. maybe not getting on with her super well while she was alive, so while her death was sad, it wasn’t nearly as emotionally devastating as it was for Shauna or someone else. so when you suddenly start seeing Jackie standing behind Shauna and trying to get her attention as she sobs over Jackie’s corpse, you wonder why you of all people would “hallucinate” her.

she finally notices you can see her when you can’t quite muffle your laugh at some petty comment she makes as the girls start carrying her body off to the meatshed. her eyes immediately narrow in on you while you’re just standing like a deer in the headlights.

just thinking about Shauna out there sobbing and crying in the meatshed with Jackie's corpse while Jackie's screaming in your ear because you won’t respond to her and she knows your ass can see her. at the top of her fucking lungs like a damn toddler. keeps switching into songs that give Crystal and Misty a run for their money on being annoying. holding a pillow over your head and groaning to drown her out, and Lottie’s trying to put a hand on your shoulder to comfort you, thinking it's hunger pain or something.

she doesn’t talk as much as she did before—not that she ever really talked to you all that much to begin with. Jackie stares after Shauna a lot, following her around and trying fruitlessly to get her to hear her. she’s quiet a lot now, but if she’s not at Shauna’s side, she’s at yours. 

you finally give up and start answering her whenever you’re mostly alone, claiming it’s just because you’ve accepted that you’re crazy now—though it’s mostly because she just looks so damn sad all the time. she brightens up a lot after this, following you like a lost puppy as you find the emptiest corners of the room to sit in. the other girls sometimes catch you talking to yourself, but with how everyone else is doing, they don’t bother to be concerned about it.

makes it her mission to annoy you as much as humanly possible, commenting on every little thing you’re doing like she’s a game show host. if you have to listen to Jackie narrate the way you eat one more time, you might just join her. always finds the worst time to jump out at you, giggling as she makes you look insane for screaming in shock in the middle of the cabin.

Jackie knocks stuff over whenever the other girls start talking shit about Shauna’s behavior in the meatshed. she doesn’t talk a lot about what Shauna does there, but she always looks strangely flattered when she comes back.

keeps you up to date on all the little drama’s going on in the cabin that you don’t witness. there’s literally no stopping her from eavesdropping on conversations and giving you a play-by-play as they happen. sometimes you just hear a dramatic gasp as her ghostly ass is skipping over to you to tell you about it.

bullies you into giving some of your food to Shauna. Shauna looks at you like you’re crazy but eagerly accepts it all the same. Jackie is standing there looking so proud of herself, like she’s the one that’s going to be starving and not you.

you have weird dreams almost every night. they aren’t unpleasant, just a little strange. they’re always about Jackie, always in places you think she would’ve enjoyed. walking around the mall, passing the ball around on the field, that sort of thing. you don’t think much of it until Jackie mentions something in passing one day about it.

guilt trips you into doing things for her all the time. “Do you remember that time you let me go outside and die in the snow?” and then “yeah, that’s what I thought.” when you roll your eyes and go do it.

thinking about Jackie’s emotions bleeding over onto you. Jackie’s always felt everything so strongly, and this only seems to get worse after she’s died. you can literally feel her longing so strongly that it’ll wake you up in the middle of the night, just to find Jackie staring at you with the softest little look. you aren’t sure how to feel about it at first, but it’s better than feeling her grief.

who’s going to tell the dead girl she can’t have a little crush after all? besides, it’s not like you’re uninterested: Jackie’s the prettiest girl you’ve ever met. it’s a strange dynamic, but it’s not like either of you have a lot of options out here.

just as possessive, even in death. starts getting incredibly jealous whenever you talk to someone who’s alive. Nat’s asking if you’ve seen her headband and the fucking door slams open against the wall. you weren’t even aware she could do something like that. you can feel her eyes burning a hole into the back of your head as the whole room starts to get cold if anyone goes near you besides Shauna.

she always tries to touch you, but most of the time you can’t feel it. the only time you can is when she gets particularly emotional. a hand closing around your wrist and almost pulling you away when she gets particularly jealous about something, a finger brushing away your tears when you can’t help but cry, etc.

Jackie can’t really do much else, so she resorts to a lot of compliments. she compliments your three layers of random shirts like it was an actual fashion choice, and you finally have to draw the line. just thinking about Jackie complimenting you and then sitting cross-legged in front of you like “and now me,” all expectant.

[shadowy-suitcase-herring-neck]

Wind does not have a good time

a lil fic thing by me. I honestly couldn’t think of a title for this. Technically this isn’t even the entire thing I plan on writing but I wanted to share this part.

long story short Wind has an unfortunate encounter with a Black blooded Sonic Wizzrobe

The world was ringing. Wind felt his head spin as he tried to sit up and look around but quickly fell back down. What in the bloody blazes was THAT!? 

He tried to remember the course of events that had led to this point. Why did everything feel so scrambled?

 The chain had been ambushed and were fighting. He knew that much. Black bloods camping in the dense forests of… Legend’s era? His head hurt- But how had he ended up lying in the dirt? 

He was fighting off some annoying keese that were making it difficult to target the larger monsters. Chopping at anything else that got too close… then something had shown up. Wizzrobe? It had looked different from what he was used to but that wasn’t a big surprise. It was holding a massive music note though. Which was… weird. 

He had been about to get a good hit in when- What exactly had hit him? He hadn’t seen anything? 

Aghh why won’t the blasted ringing go away? Wind Shook his head to try and dispel the feeling but regretted it as a wave of dizziness came over him. 

Had he hit his head or something? Lifting his hand to the side of his face he felt it come away wet. that … was not good. He must have hit his head on something when he was thrown back. Or maybe thrown back? It was fuzzy. 

But then why was the other side of his face also wet- oh right, a keese had got him on the ear, he didn’t think it was a big enough cut to bleed this much though.. He would probably need a potion. Potion… he had a potion- 

Still dizzy, Wind reached to his bag in search of the potion. He grasped it and once more attempted to sit up. More successful this time though a wave of unsteadiness hit him. Last time he checked land was not supposed to rock like a boat.

Wincing he downed the potion. The familiar but strange taste filled his mouth accompanied by its usual weird tingly feeling. The throbbing in his head lessened and so did the dizziness. his ears didn’t hurt as bad either. The ringing though decidedly did NOT go away. 

Wind frowned, rubbing his ears and looking around. 

…Weren't they supposed to be fighting? He looked around confused.

He saw his companions locked in combat with various monsters. Wind frowned, something wasn’t right. He saw metal weapons hit armor and shields, claws and teeth, and he saw the monsters opening their mouths to screech or roar. But everything was silent. 

Something was very very wrong. 

A feeling of dread was beginning to pool in his stomach when he was without warning yanked backwards by his shirt. He yelped, or he thought he did. The noise wasn’t registering. 

A spear hit the ground where he had been sitting a moment before. Someone spun him around and he was suddenly looking into the very worried face of Warriors. He was saying something but Wind couldn’t pick up on any sound. 

Wars frowned and lifted a finger in front of Wind’s face. He blinked in confusion. What..? He looked at the captain as if to ask what he was doing. He said something again and brought his attention back to the finger before moving it a bit. 

Hold on- Wind remembered him doing something like this for whenever someone got a head injury. Some sort of concussion test he was pretty sure. He was supposed to follow the finger with his eyes. 

A few seconds later wars put his finger down but he still looked unhappy. He seemed to ask him something but Wind just couldn’t piece together what he was saying. He couldn’t hear anything- Nothing- 

Panic was back now. This was very very bad. He’d had his hearing damaged before, one did not go running around with bombs and not pay the consequences. But a potion had always fixed the problems before! He’d already drunk an entire healing potion! 

But the world remained silent. 

Wars seemed to pick up on his panic, hands cupping his face and murmuring what was probably some sort of assurances. Which only seemed to make Wind panic more because he very obviously couldn’t hear them- 

He felt his mouth move. He had to tell him- He couldn’t hear his own voice-  

‘I can’t hear you’

‘I can’t hear anything-’  

Wars froze. Was he even pronouncing things correctly? Wind wasn’t sure. It felt like he was- 

A strange expression crossed His brother's face. A mix of dismay and realization. He grabbed Wind’s arm and led him away from the battle. Not exactly all out running but quick enough that Wind stumbled a bit. Everything just seemed a bit off balance. It was disorienting. 

They stopped next too a large tree. Wars crouched as he tugged Wind down to sit with his back against the tree. He felt a little more grounded. Even if he was still panicking.

Wars waved  his hand in front of his face, grabbing his attention. With a breath and a moment of consideration he lifted his hands and started signing. Wind blinked, he knew everyone in the chain COULD sign. They had all found it an interesting shared skill but none of them knew the same sign. Too much change between the eras. Yet here was Wars using HIS sign language. Fluently! 

/Can you understand me?/ 

Wind shakily raised his own hand to reply. /Yes. How do you know…?/ 

His brother seemed to let out a sign of relief before replying. /You taught me back in the war. Well Older you anyways. Future you./ 

Wind blinked. What? 

That honestly…  explained a few things. Like the looks Wars and Time would give him sometimes when they thought he wasn’t looking. And their surprised expression when he had started talking to them at first. Accompanied by a momentary sadness that crossed their expressions.  

Hold up- 

/THIS IS PERMANENT???/ he frantically signed… and screeched. but he couldn't confirm it was comprehensible.

Wars cringed a bit at the supposedly very loud outburst. /maybe?/ he offered. Clearly not exactly wanting to give the news to Wind. /It seemed pretty permanent last I saw./

Wind wanted to yell all the curses he knew at the sky above. But he couldn’t exactly hear it so it wasn’t that satisfying. He was disappointed his grandma never taught him any sign swears. Oh wait actually- He flipped off the sky above. That was basically a curse word right? 

Yep. he had just gone deaf for all he knew and resorted to flipping off some clouds. Great. He was coping alright! I mean at least he COULD still talk. And move around. It wasn’t as bad as it might have been. I mean he could have died. Maybe. He still wasn’t sure exactly what caused this aside from general weird Wizzrobe whatever. 

Yea this was fine. Everything is fine. 

Crap he wanted to cry so bad. What would happen now? He was already almost pitied before for his age until he had pointed it out. NOW his stupid ears didn’t work! How could he listen to the wind now? Or appreciate any music! He LOVED music! 

Tears started to roll down his cheeks. How could something like this just… Happen? No warning or signs anything would be different until it just WAS! It wasn’t fair! and he didn't even care of that thought could be considered childish. 

 He felt something warm around his shoulders and he looked up to see Warriors wrapping him up in his scarf. Wind didn’t want to look at his brother’s face. He really wasn’t feeling like being pitied right now. 

The captain paused. That confused Wind for a moment as gentle hands guided his gaze up to Warriors face. His expression wasn’t that of disappointment as he had expected. It looked more serious than that. 

/I’m not pitying you Wind./ 

Oh he must have said that out loud. Wind's expression soured a bit more as he tried to wipe the tears away but they kept falling. 

Warriors continued. /I know what you become Wind. Who you be in the future. Who you are NOW. You won’t let this stop you. I know that./

That made him feel… a little better. Maybe. Knowing something of an outcome of a certain situation could be comforting if not also disappointing. Knowing he was stuck like this. 

/I…/ Wind paused, unsure exactly what to say. His hands fell back into the blue fabric surrounding him. /take your time./ Wars signed. He remained sitting in front of Wind. It would be easier to communicate that way. That was a nice of him. But it also made Wind realize he had probably talked to him like this before. Seated across from one another and speaking with their hands. 

Wind sat for a moment. He finally lifted his hands once more. /Your… Good at this. The sign. Your good at it./ He really was. Only a little shaky or uncertain on some gestures. 

Wars seemed to smile. /That's a relief. Your lessons where painful enough the first time. your a mean teacher/

Wind squinted at him. Well if it was going to be like that. /Never mind. Maybe you could use some improvement./ 

Wars looked at him dismayed. 

/should have kept your mouth shut./Wind paused a moment. Then realizing his mistake waved his arms in front of him as if to cancel his previous statement.

/Mouth?/ Wars asked with a slightly mirthful expression and an exaggerated hand movement. It looked like he'd just heard something scandalous. Wind almost laughed. Almost. He was strong though. 

Instead Wind stuck his tongue out at The Captain. Hey could that also be considered an insult? Man he'd have to reiterate his whole collection of insults. They where less fun when he can't hear himself say them. Well time to get creative then. 

/I feel like your getting ideas i don't like./ Wars looked at the sailor suspicious. 

/Don't worry about it./ Wind waved his hand in a dismissive gesture. Grinning like a Cheshire cat. 

After a moment Warriors threw his head back in laughter. Wind's momentary mirth was diminished a bit as he noted the action was silent. He wouldn't get to hear his brothers laugh again. He wouldn't hear anyone laugh again. 

Wars stopped when he noticed the younger's expression fall. He Leaned forward and dragged Wind into a hug. The sailor just buried his face in the crock of his brother's neck and sighed a long deep sigh. He didn't feel like crying anymore exactly just… sad and disappointed. 

he wasn't sure exactly what he was disappointed in. Just life he supposed. And the turn of events. Maybe a bit in himself for not dodging whatever had hit him. 

Wars Pulled away with a inquisitive expression. /Want to go back now?/ he questioned. /The others probably noticed we're gone./ 

Wind took a deep breath in. He couldn't exactly avoid people forever now could he. Well maybe he could but that sounded miserable. He nodded. 

Warriors took his hand, lifting Wind off the ground and onto his feet. The younger tried to give him back the scarf but Wars gestured for him to keep it. Wind was of grateful for that. The scarf was pretty comforting. And it smelled nice. 

/How do you want to do this?/ Wars asked. Elaborating a moment later /Telling the others I mean./ 

Shrugging Wind pulled his arms out of the scarf. /I just don't want them to think less of me./ 

/They'd never do that./ Wars pointed out. Wind just looked away and pulled the scarf up over his head so it now resembled something more like a hood. he wasn't as sure about that statement as his brother seemed to be. 

He looked out at the forest The light through the trees danced with the leaves movement. A Bird flitted onto a branch and it's beak moved in rapid chatters. The whole thing felt almost surreal without any of the noise Wind knew there should be. 

Everything felt sort of surreal right now. It just didn't feel quite real. Like he was stuck in a bizarre nightmare dream right now. Maybe he was. He stopped a moment and pinched his arm. He did not wake up. 

Wars turned with a confused expression. /What?/

/checking something./ was all Wind offered. Wars suddenly seemed sad. 

/I'm… sorry/ He looked ashamed as he signed it. /I was right there. I should have done something./

Wind scrunched his face up at the statement. /No. Stop it./ he glared at the Captain. /You/ he poked him in the chest. hard. /don't get to blame yourself for this./ 

Wars started to object. Wind put his finger up to signal he wasn't finished. 

/If you need to blame anyone right now blame that stupid monster. Blame bad luck even. Blame The Shadow! Don't. blame. yourself. Or I'll kick you in the shins and hide your scarf in that tree./ 

Wars didn't seem convinced but he didn't say anything else. Wise decision. Wind would keep an eye on him though, his technically older brother was not going to get away with any self deprecation over bad circumstance. Even if is was a stupidly unfair situation. 

A pained smile spread on wars face as something seemed to dawn on him. /Older you would also never let me blame myself for bad situation either./ 

/It seems I will remain wise then./ Wind stated. Still side eyeing wars critically. 

He let out a silent squawk as his hair was suddenly ruffled by The captain's traitorous hand. He jabbed Him in the side with his elbow and the hand was swiftly retracted as wars doubled over a bit. Only to lunge over at a moments notice and locked Wind in a hug ruffling his hair even harder. 

Wind could feel himself laughing. A kind of strange hiccupy sensation but also nothing like a hiccup. Thing kind of felt weird when there was no noise to distract him from the feeling of things. 

Suddenly wars stopped. Tensing and Wind quickly spun his head in every direction trying to spot what had caused the reaction. His gaze fell on Legend and Twilight who seemed to have just come out of the underbrush. 

glowering a bit the sailor noted he should have been able to hear them approach. This probably means watch duty was a no go. That job tended to rely on hearing mostly despite being called watch duty. He had fought so hard to get them to let him do it too. 

Yet another unfair result of the situation. 

Both legend and Twilight where talking and Wind studied their movements closely, trying to get a grasp on what they where saying. It wasn't exactly working. He could tell they seemed both relieved and a bit annoyed. 

To their credit they had probably just walked in on The Captain's teasing after they just up and disappeared during a battle. That might not be interpreted very nicely. 

Wind looked up, noticing the captain Speaking as well. It kind of irked him to be there yet so out of the loop. He jabbed the captain in the side again to gain his attention and gestured to the group as if to say. 'I haven't the faintest clue what any of you are saying right now and it bothers me.' 

Both Twilight and Legend Looked at him funny. Legend gave him what was most likely a snarky remark. Like most of his remarks ended up being. It wasn't exactly that hard to figure out. 

The two's faces then suddenly dissolved into 'Oh crap' expressions. Wars must be informing them of the situation then. Great. Wind simultaneously wanted to just stand staring at his two companions as if daring them to start pitying him and also he wanted to crawl into the nearest hole and die. 

A look of realization came across Legends face along with a look of horror. Huh. Maybe he knew what exactly has caused this. He clearly mouthed "Oh." And proceeded to dig his fingers into his hair with an 'I want to scream' expression. 

Twilight however had quickly scrambled in front of Wind, Pulling down the scarf- hood and proceed to turn his head every which way. Studying him for the injuries. Worry creased his brow as he took in the blood that had dripped out of Wind's ears and had yet to be clean off. 

He said something and started furiously digging through his bag. Finally pulling out a potion and shoving it towards The Sailor's face. Wind Blinked a bit at the sudden movement and tried to nudge The rancher's hand away. He'd already TRIED a potion and he had definitely felt it at least attempt to heal whatever damage had been done. 

It had obviously healed wrong but another potion wouldn't help. Drinking one would just be a waste of supplies at this point. 

Not seeming to want to take the response Wind was giving Twilight pushed the bottle back towards him. Wind once more shook his head and pushed it away. 

'It wont work.' he spoke. making sure to mouth the words carefully. He really hoped he didn't sound stupid right now. Twilight only seemed more distressed at this. Wind wasn't sure how to comfort him right now to be honest. 

The Captain's hand fell on the Ordonian's shoulder. Silent words passed between the two and then something made them both look over at Legend. The Vet had probably said something. 

Aghhh He hated this. 

He tugged on The captain's hand looking up at him. /Translation. please. / 

/Sorry-/ Warriors turned to face Wind once more /The Vet said he thinks he knows what happened./

/Then enlighten me!/ Wind probably had been making some sort of frustrated noise along with his signing because the other two where reacting. That and it looked like Warriors was giving a verbal translation of both their words.

/He was about to tell me wait a moment./ They turned to face the veteran. Wind continued his attempts at discerning what he was saying. Needless to say his lip reading was not very good. 

/It was the Wizzrobe. He says it was a…/ Warriors seemed uncertain for a moment. /a.. Noise Wizzrobe?/ He seemed uncertain that his translation. /Hold on-/ The Captain switched between a few signs. Then just resigned to spelling it out. /S-O-N-I-C Wizzrobe. Yeah That./

The Sailor frowned. Wizzrobes could DO that? Why do they keep getting random new things they can do? WEREN'T FIREBALLS ENOUGH!

Legend was ranting about something now. Most likely the absolute obnoxious existence of the magic casting monsters. Wars was looking concerned.

/Apparently those type of Wizzrobes aren't supposed to just be out here. Or have their deafening effects be permanent./ He translated. 

/Black blood messing with everything?/ Wind asked though he already knew the answer. 

/Yea./ 

/Figured./ 

Well at least it explained things even if it didn't exactly change it. 

[pinkisthenewangst]

°`🍨: Kozume Kenma x GN! Reader

°`🍨: Small Hopes

He was bored of you. From the first day your parents introduced you to him, you were simply just boring in his eyes. As if you were black and white. Absolutely no colour that would draw his eyes to your form. You just looked like all the girls that tried to charm him just because he looks cute in their eyes but after he rejected them, he suddenly gets called a jerk. Kenma was totally sure you were one of those.

But you looked at him as if he hung up all the stars for you. As if the world was made for him and he deserved all of it even though all he does is playing his games, play some volleyball and breathe like he is required to do. It was as if you were looking at a statue, build 1000 years ago, but falling in love with the little details that are still there to look at. It pulled your heartstrings when he wrinkles his nose when something annoys him. It made your heart flatter how his hair hangs in his eyes while he is focused on his handheld, that he starts to blow it out of his eyes. But it also hurt so much to see his annoyed face when you open your mouth.

It was not your fault, that you had other hobbies then he did. It was not your fault you were not able to connect to him but why does he make it look like, you did everything wrong from the first time until now? Your parents dragged you to his house after his parents wished to see you. It was Kuroo that wanted you to stay when you walked past them playing volleyball. It was the school system that made you sit in the same classroom as him. But why are you the bad person? You never argued with him. You only did small talk with him if needed. You only looked at him from far away because you both were clearly not friends. But why did your heart decide he is the boy of your dreams?

Seeing him in your dreams is nothing new. Him hugging you softly or smiling at you, with his shy but smug looking smile you sometimes see when he tricked his opponent. Dreaming about a what if situation that will never happen. In the end it was just a stupid crush that made it hard for both of you. Still you needed to let go for his peace of mind and your hurting heart. But why is letting go so hard?

You don't feel giving up because what if he happens to look past his first thoughts. What if he changes his mind? You also don't want to look weak. Weak for giving up a situation that could change. You still have one whole year until your paths will very probably part away. Even if the chance is so small you would need to zoom in on a phone, you would try to grab it with both of your bare hands. Everything that might change something even if it's just you both talking like normal classmates. What the most stupid thing is, is problem you're trying to do all of it on your own. Everything Kuroo tries to catch you and trap you in a situation with his teammate, you always find a way to escape. When the second years somehow nudge you in his direction, you always dodge Kenma before you both collided.

It was hard but one day it might change something. This was your hope and dream. Even if your heart was literally bleeding in your chest, you would just put a band-aid over it while crossing your fingers that it hopefully works out in your favour.

°`🍨: I wanted it to look like a small rant! It's nothing good or life changing but i think it's somehow still bitter sweet :> I might also open my requests for real this time lmao

°`🍨: RESQUESTS ARE ??? (NOT SURE LMAO)

[dancingupontheclouds]

the goddess and the fly

or: a woman that is jealous of the liveliness of a fly.

a/n: please do not steal my work, republish and/or claim as yours. thank you. <3

Darkness surrounds me. It is silent as I breathe it in; let it consume me. My room is messy but it doesn't smell. There is only one thing rotting in my room. I can't bear to look at it. I've broken all the mirrors. There's nothing, yet everything is too much. That is when I notice her. She announces herself with a faint buzz in the background. My neck cracks and hurts as I peel my staring eyes from the ceiling.

Right at the bright gap below the blinds, she crashes stupidly into window again, again, and again. I see her trying. I watch her failing. I witness her sense for survival; the instinct to live and it makes me wonder if an unconscious, dumb, fought-for life is as valuable as my conscious, aching, unwanted one. My jaw tightens. She annoys me. How did she get in her in the first place? It's her fault. She doesn't need to bother me with her struggle.

But she tries again just to bump into glass once more. I could open the window, let her out, set her free, spare her life but she wouldn't know. She wouldn't make me her God. She wouldn't pray for-- to me. So I don't.

My gaze is stuck on her, rapid eyes following her movements and I'm livid. Why won't she just give up, fall to the floor, curl up and die? At what point does an instinct become a will? She becomes slower, her buzzing suddenly a low, soothing sound. My angry heart feels heavy as she lands on the window to rest, the buzzing gone. Good.

One of my fingers reaches out to touch her, slowly. I don't know why. Startled, she takes off with a panicked buzz, crashes into every wall, every corner, every crevice of my room in seconds and I cover my ears and squeeze my eyes shut because I cannot take it; cannot stand to hear her fighting for her life when it's so insignificant. I roll on my side to face the wall and when I open my eyes again, she is right there. We're eye to eye and the longer I look at her, the more I think I can see her breathing, gasping for life. My eyes shift a little to the left, her right, and the window is there, still closed. As we look at each other, I soften at the sight of the little creature depending on the mercy of the woman in front of her. “I'm sorry”, I whisper. It must have been hell for her. This time, she crawls down the wall, closer to me and I ponder whether it is trust or coincidental. How similar can we be? Maybe we are alike. The little fly stops and tiredly rubs her front legs together to get the dirt off her, free herself from my room, wash me off her. Even in her rough state she gets ready to taste life again, to expand her palette like the greedy, stupid animal she is. We are not the same.

She is a fly and I am a woman. She cannot think which is all I do. She wants to live and I hate her for it.

So naturally, she doesn't expect it when my flat palm hits her fragile body. A loud slap hisses through the room, echoes in my ears, when she bursts beneath my skin.

When I take my hand away, I expect her to fall, except she doesn't. She sticks to the wall in a bloody mush.

Her blood graces my palm, a reminder of life just millimetres above my own veins. Even in death she is more alive than me. The thought of lapping it up to indulge her spirit – make it mine – crosses my mind before my face pulls together in disgust and I wipe the rest of her next to her crushed, bleeding body. Now there's two things rotting in my room and for a second I think of getting up and wiping her away, to cease her existence forever, to flush her down the drain for she is the reminder of my ungodly, jealous soul and I think that maybe breathing it in, consuming all that darkness, I've sucked it out of this room completely and have become it as I turn away to face the ceiling again.

[thatpyroblogs]

The handling of sexual assault in the musical was a big source of disappointment for this final saga. All the other sagas did everything to avoid even hinting about what happened to Odysseus at the hands of Circe and Calypso in the Odyssey. Then suddenly you've got the suitors wanting to rape Penelope just to make them more evil?? To make Odysseus slaughter of them more moral while actively undermining the whole new narrative the musical was supposedly crafting.

Putting a big rant about it under the read more.

Like, alright, last saga he had Antinous call Penelope a tramp. Not great, but I could see a rowdy and drunk suitors who wants to annoy Telemachus saying stuff like that. But to rewrite the story to have the suitors deciding to straight up rape Penelope is insane. And Odysseus leaves no doubt of what they intended to do by using the word rape himself in a later song!

Why was the sexual assault and rape of Odysseus scrubbed clean in the musical if you're just going to turn around and outright rewrite the story so Penelope is now threatened with it? Why are the female villians treated so nicely and basically turned into good people while the male suitors are made worse? And as you and others have pointed out it kills the new "Odysseus is a monster" narrative!

It would have made more narrative sense for Odysseus, man turned monster, to go from his justified torturing of a god (also still not thrilled how that played out) to slaughtering a bunch of rowdy guests who overstayed their welcome without giving them a chance to leave. I'm guessing the worry was how could Penelope fall in love with a total monster. But if you've changed so many core bits of the story for a new narrative you either need to accept that she won't or go through with her being so in love with Odysseus that she doesn't care what he becomes/does.

Look, Hold Them Down is a banger of a song, but it absolutely killed a lot of the narrative for me. It set up the whole suitors are downright evil and want to rape Penelope storyline, which then bleeds into other songs. Hold Them Down should have been cut and a different song humanizing the suitors should have been done.

The replacement song should have been something that had named suitors singing about why they're trying to string the bow and win Penelope's hamd. That way you get to know about them as people right before the "monster" comes in and kills them. You can even still have some of them be jerks since there's supposed to be a beggar there that some of them are throwing insults (and stuff) at.

The Ithaca saga just feels like another saga with a lot of missed potential. I'll admit I was willing to overlook the flaws of all the previous ones in hopes that the next would make more sense, but honestly each one since Wisdom just kept getting worse. I didn't have high hopes for the Ithaca saga since it had a lot of plot holes to fill in; so I'm not surprised it filled in so few and created a lot more.

Hello, I have a question. I am not far in my Odyssey reading and I was wondering about the suitors.

In Epic (yes, you hate it I know, but it's my ref for now) the suitors want to SA Penelope, it is explicitly said. I was wondering if in the OG story, the suitors also wanted to harm her in that way or if they didn't have such intentions.

Hate is a strong word but if there is something that I hate is this whole obsession with people treating mythology of my culture as clean slate and free game to do whatever with and spreading so much misinformation about it or have the obsession to change it to THAT degree in the first place. The musical I think it got straight out disrespectful and ridiculous to the original material plot-wise but I do recognize the passion of the people working on it and I appreciate people who regardless of their like or dislike for it that they are curious to find out on the original Odyssey and they do not consider this musical as some sort of equivalent to the original or substitute to it. My disagreement and dislike for it as well as my annoyance that it takes over social media is strictly my business and mind and has nothing to do with fans of course. I also am against fan mentality for greek mythology because mythology is a rich cultural background and important thing to Greek culture and not another fandom like Harry Potter or lord of the Rings or anything. But of course there is nothing I can do about this mentality either

Anyways I am glad you wanna ask on it.

No that was never said in the Odyssey. That seems like yet another piece of random bullocks for the musical to make the suitors even more "evil" and dislikable. However the suitors DID want to force Penelope to choose one of them as her husband so they obviously wanted to force her to marry. They abused the custom of Xenia or hospitality to stay in the palace for 3 to 4 years while eating and drinking everything and doing basically a psychological war to Penelope, harassing Telemachus with their words or insulting him and they would generally be rude or even abusive to slaves and servants that were loyal to Odysseus. They also lay with the several slave girls at the palace that apparel entered the relationship to gain something while others like Penelope's protégé, a girl named Melantho that Penelope raised from infantry like her own daughter, was apparently in love with one of the suitors. The slave girls betrayed Penelope's secret to the suitors (that she was pretending to make the future funeral shroud for Laertes and at night she was destroying it and starting again in the morning, thus keeping the suitors at bay for 3 years only to be discovered at the 4th).

The suitors definitely wanted to force Penelope to get married and they seemed ready to commit even the murder of Odysseus IF he were to come back (of course that seemed more like boasting than anything else since they were almost certain beyond doubt that Odysseus was dead). Later when Telemachus gained courage by Athena to travel and search information on his father (the part of Odyssey called "Telemachy") they got worried and conspired to murder him and set an ambush for him.

All in all the suitors did many things that are downright criminal such as the conspiracy for murder of Telegony and abusing the law of Xenia. They undoubtedly wanted to force Penelope to marry one of them and they were furious at her trick but no it was never stated in the Odyssey that they would...barge into her room and have their way with her. If they wanted to they would have done it from day one. Penelope was a powerful queen and they were all fascinated by her (when she comes out of her room everyone turns to look at her). So yeah basically their main goal was to force her to marry one of them and they planned Telemachus's murder only when he started gaining confidence and they got worried he might take over the throne himself soon. Also most of them were around the same age group as Telemachus (about a decade or so older perhaps) which increased their worry on what if Telemachus took over.

[ghostgirl101]

Dating BEN Drowned Would Be Like This:

A/N: I've suddenly got inspiration to write dating headcanons/imagines for the creepypastas, so… requests are open, I guess (but I won't write smut) 🙃 This is based on the original first arc (The Haunted Cartidge) written by Jadusable, so there's no mention of Moon Children and BEN's still the antagonist and not a victim 😎 I love writing for BEN Drowned... my fave Creepypasta 🙃

🎮• So, you found the Majora's Mask cartridge and started playing it on your N64. Everything about the game is horribly wrong, and there's the Elegy of Emptiness that keeps following you around. Wherever you go, he's following you, even if you don't notice - from the top of buildings, hidden in the shadows, or just straight up in your face. It's unnerving, to say the least. That, and the things he says.

🎮• All too familiar lines like "You shouldn't have done that," and "You've met with a terrible fate, haven't you?" but then there are other odd things on black screen scenes, like "There is beauty in your suffering, but there is so much more," and "You need me more than you'll ever realise..."

🎮• BEN kind of likes toying with you to see what reactions he can get out of you, as he does have quite a sadistic streak in him. But instead of just terrorising you until he gets bored and then going to find another victim, he enjoys just watching you, staring at you with empty, observant eyes. He watches you while you sleep for hours at a time, mesmerised and somewhat confused by what makes you stand out to him. It's not just because you're pretty, it's something much more than looks. It's just... you.

🎮• Hidden inside your computer while you go about your day, or playing with the electrics when he wants to remind you he's there. He's obsessed with the little decisions you make, the way you look, and the idea of you being, well, all his. It's extremely hard to have secrets or privacy, because BEN doesn't believe in that. He can read your expressions easily, or what you might say before you say it, almost as if he's reading your mind. So there's no way to lie to him and get away with it.

🎮• When you go to school or work, you notice that the annoying ones who used to pick on you and all have suddenly gone quiet, only giving you wary, wide-eyed looks every now and then. The next day, there's no sight of them, and a missing person poster is up soon after. You have your suspicions immediately, and go straight onto Cleverbot when you get home:

BEN... Yes, what happened to him? Cut it out. I know you're there. Where? You killed her, didn't you? She didn't deserve that. I want you to stop. Just, please? Stop? Why would I do that? They lost the game. Besides, you're much more important. Why? Because. Because what? I choose you. Don't you feel safe? I don't know. Not really? You will.

🎮• BEN isn't kidding though. You'll never have a lasting incident with someone being horrible or being in a dangerous situation. He's always watching, extremely protective and possessive. You see more of that when he reveals yourself, which is after you'd injured yourself slightly somehow, and after a short struggle of trying to patch yourself up and stop bleeding, the TV glitches, crackles and opens up from the inside like a portal.

🎮• You almost have a heart attack as you can only watch as a boy with deathly pale skin, hollow black eyes and intense red pupils steps out casually, a look of amusement as you grip the chair you're sitting on to try and ground yourself and make some sense of the situation. It fades into huffy annoyance and almost unnoticeable concern as his red gaze flicks to your wound.

🎮• "You shouldn't have done that."

🎮• "Well I-" You don't get much of a chance to say anything, because in less than a second he's right opposite you, making you flinch back in surprise as a cold, glitchy hand takes the supplies out of your own and does an exceptionally good job of wrapping it up. His messy, snowy blonde hair tickles your skin as he looks up, sending chills down your back as his inhumane eyes lock onto yours with a playful, dark smirk.

🎮• "It's rude to stare."

🎮• BEN can be absolutely impossible by the things he says sometimes, and he loves watching you frown in frustration and try to get back at him. Ever since he first appeared in a materialised form to you, he does it more often, and you get used to the unnatural sight of him as he pops out of screens into your home whenever he feels like it, crashing your websites and snickering when you get annoyed because it didn't save some of the work you were doing. But the way he 'has fun with you' isn't all malicious and threatening as it is with the others, it's more playful and teasing. If anyone else does the same, he'll scowl and their phone will give them a harsh electric shock.

🎮• It doesn't matter how much you try to tell BEN you can look out for yourself and he can lighten up a bit when you're around others, he's still going to be watching out for you with a slightly overprotective mindset. In his mind, your 'friends' and those around you aren't as deserving or worthy as you are for pretty much anything. He doesn't pester you with the questions of where you were and who with, since he already knows, but isn't above mentally torturing people who seem like trouble until they go away.

🎮• He can also be kind of clingy, but in his own way. BEN doesn't give you much of a warning when surprisingly strong arms make you slide onto his lap while you're sitting and doing whatever it is you're doing in your room, or fiddles with your hair and examines your body and face like a curious painting. He stares a hell of a lot too, which is another thing to get used to. Hugs are often initiated by you, and he'll never push you away, though he's not that used to it. BEN will grumble under his breath if you cuddle him with a content grin, but you know he's enjoying it really.

🎮• BEN's possessiveness is shown by his like for marking you up, which he does pretty much whenever he gets the chance. He smirks roughishly as you jump at the sudden feeling of cold lips sucking and biting down on highly noticeable places of your skin on your neck and even your arms. If you ask him with those big eyes to do it somewhere that's less noticeable, he'll roll his black and red eyes dramatically, as if you're asking for the impossible, but do as you say anyway.

🎮• You can never just kiss BEN when you leave or something. He'll draw them out into heated makeout sessions that he only stops when you're gripping onto him tightly with shaky breaths, where he'll grin and wink at you before disappearing. Jackass.

🎮• He shows his crazed, obsessive love by getting you whatever things you want or have mentioned by shoving them through random screens' portals to where you are. BEN enjoys playing video games with you too (obviously) where it's entertaining to see you annoyed at him beating you all the time, but then cute when he messes with the game to let you win sometimes. His soft side comes out when you're upset or need comfort in a non-violent way to whoever could have caused it. No words are said, just cool arms around your middle and the thoughtful boy tracing shapes on your skin and enjoying the unfamiliar sense of peace he gets with you in his arms.

🎮• Dating BEN Drowned isn't the easiest relationship to be roped into, since he does have a fair few past experiences that have scarred him emotionally and made him who he is (quite literally). Bit by bit, he'll tell you things, showing you that you're earning his trust, and you can absolutely trust him. Because, for once, he doesn't want to hurt someone. He wants to care for them. It just takes a little getting used to, that's all.

[alyswritings]

Favorite Song

STRANGER THINGS SEASON FOUR SPOILERS

Request: hey! could i request a steve harrington x youngersister!reader? ⚠️SPOILERS⚠️ she is about 15 and steve and the group are all out when they realise that y/n is vecnas next victim? they rush to his house and find her when shes floating up and her bones are snapping but they manage to save her from there? sibling fluff lol. thank you!

Steve Harrington x sister!reader

Summary: Y/N is Vecna's next target.

Warnings: season 4 spoilers, mentions of snapping bones, some swearing, ultra worried and protective big brother steve

a/n: i’m back! thank you so much for the request! hope you all enjoy!!

(gif not mine)

It's the day after Max almost lost her life to Vecna, the group bunking at the Wheeler household. They're all trying to think of how they could possibly defeat Vecna with what little they know and the lack of Eleven and her powers.

Steve lays on the couch in the basement, twirling a pen around in his hand as his mind racks for anything to help.

"Can you stop with the pen?" Dustin sighs.

"What?" Steve mumbles, getting knocked out of his thoughts.

"Stop with the pen flipping. It's annoying." Dustin says.

Steve maintains eye contact as he resumes flipping the pen around. Dustin rolls his eyes, slumping against the back of the chair, his hands digging into his curls.

"Steve, I'm about to kill you." Dustin threatens.

"I have a pen. I could easily stab you in the eye." Steve says.

"Oh, my God." Dustin sighs.

"Would you two shut up?" Lucas intervenes, lightly rolling his eyes.

"I second that question." Robin speaks up.

"Hey, what were the symptoms again?" Steve suddenly asks.

"What?" Nancy asks.

"The symptoms. You know, the ones that were written in the shrink's notebook. The other Vecna victims. What were they?" Steve asks. "Max?"

"Why does it matter?" The redhead questions, only one ear covered with the headphones.

"Just tell me." Steve says.

"Headaches, trouble sleeping, nightmares... nose bleeds. What's so important?" Max asks.

Steve stares at the ground, his eyebrows creasing as his thoughts run a mile a minute. He quickly pieces everything together, eyes widening in realization.

"Shit, shit, shit. No." Steve dashes over to the phone by the stairs.

"What? What is it?" Max asks, the others looking at him in confusion.

"Steve, what is it?" Nancy asks.

"Y/N. She, uh... she started having headaches about five or six days ago. And, uh, and nightmares. And her nose has bled a couple of times." Steve explains, dialing his home phone.

"how do you know she has nightmares?" Lucas asks.

"Cause she wakes me up after them. She isn't able to go back to sleep." Steve says, his tone harsh. He anxiously listens to the line ring, praying for it to be picked up.

"You didn't think to inform her of anything?" Dustin asks.

"I haven't exactly been home the past 48 hours, Henderson." Steve snaps.

"We have walkie talkies! She has a walkie talkie!" Dustin exclaims.

"Okay, relax. This isn't solving anything." Nancy interjects.

The voicemail starts, making Steve hold onto the phone tighter, his fear spiking.

"Fuck." He slams the phone onto the receiver and darts up the stairs two or three at a time. The others quickly rush after him, managing to get into his car before he peels off.

"Steve. Relax. I'm... I'm sure she'll be okay." Nancy tries to comfort.

"Yeah, yeah, no. Just a, you know, just a freakin' other worldly monster possibly going after her... possibly killing her right now." Steve says, his free hand running through his hair continuously. The hand on the steering wheel tightly grips it, his knuckles turning white.

What feels like hours, but is only about ten minutes, Steve pulls up to his house, quickly putting the car in park. He hurries out, running up to the front door, finding it locked.

"Come on." Steve groans. Robin rushes up with the keys and Steve snatches them from her as the others gather around Robin. Steve tries to restrain the shakiness in his hands enough to find the correct key. He finds it and tries to insert the key into the hole, but his hands are too shaky, failing at the simple task.

"Come on, come on." Steve mutters under his breath, internally cursing himself out for not being able to do it. "Damn it!" He exclaims as the keys drop to the ground.

"Here." Max quickly takes the keys and inserts the house key into the hole, quickly unlocking the door.

"Y/N!" Steve hurries inside, looking around for her. "I-- I got her room, you guys check down here." He says, beginning the run upstairs. Dustin is quick behind him, not wanting his friend to be alone. Especially if they are too late to save Y/N.

"Y/N!" Steve calls out, rushing to her bedroom door that's shut. Steve tries to open it to find it locked. "Are you fucking kidding me? Y/N!" Steve pounds on the door, but doesn't receive an answer. "Screw this. She can kill me later."

Steve backs up a few feet.

"Uh, I don't think that's the brightest--" Dustin is cut off by Steve colliding with the door which breaks open, the man freezing at what he finds. "--idea." He finishes.

Dustin walks in, his eyes immediately going to the teenage girl who is floating in the air, her head leaned back to the ceiling.

"No, no, no. Y/N. Y/N!" Steve yells, going over and shaking her arm. "Fuck!"

His yells cause everybody else to come upstairs, them all freezing at the same situation Max was in merely 24 hours ago.

"Steve!" Dustin shouts, managing to get the older one's attention. "What's her favorite song?!"

"Um-- uh-- uh... shit." Steve is aware he knows as Y/N blares her favorite song at least once a week. But his fear overcomes his normal thought process making it harder for him to remember.

"What is it?!" Dustin shouts, getting impatient.

"Uh-- I-- oh! "Love Will Tear Us Apart." Um, uh... Joy Division. Yeah. Yeah, that's it." Dustin finds the drawer full of cassette tapes and pulls it out of the nightstand, dumping all of the tapes onto the bed.

The group of teens shuffle through them until they find the correct one.

"Got it!" Lucas exclaims.

Dustin hands him the Walkman and Lucas quickly manages to put the tape in. Steve yanks the device out of the boy's hands and he stands on the bed. Steve reaches out, just able to reach Y/N and put the headphones over her ears.

Steve hits the play button, the music starting to play. He hooks the Walkman onto her pants, jumping off the bed.

"Y/N? Y/N!" Steve shouts. "Y/N!"

Everybody else calls out her name, trying to get her to wake up, hoping it could help somehow.

Steve tightly grips onto his sister's left hand, feeling her skin start to grow colder than usual.

"Hey, hey! Come on, Y/N/N! Stay with me!" Steve screams, shaking her arm a bit. "Wake up!"

Y/N's right ankle starts to bend backward.

"Steve." Dustin mutters. Steve looks at him before following his gaze to Y/N's ankle just in time to see it snap. Everybody grimaces, turning away.

"No. No, no. Come on, Y/N! Fight this!" Steve yells. "Fight him! Fight it!"

After a few moments, a sharp inhale comes from Y/N before her body falls to the floor. Before she can land on the carpet, Steve has his arms around her waist, breaking her fall.

Y/N is hyperventilating as she looks around, realizing she's in her room and she recognizes the people in her room and they look perfectly normal.

"Hey. Hey." Steve quickly moves to her side, one hand on her back. Y/N turns to the soft voice, still panicking, tears streaming down her face. Though she feels safe when she realizes it's her older brother. "Hey, hey. You're okay now. I'm right here."

Y/N breaks into sobs and she leans into Steve, hiding her face in his collarbone. Steve wraps an arm around her, one hand cradling her head to him and the other rubbing her back.

Y/N tightly clutches onto Steve's shirt like it's a lifeline.

"Shhh. Shhh. It's okay. I got you." Steve comforts, talking softly, but still loud enough for her to hear him over her sobs. "I've got you. I'm right here. It's all right." He rocks them back and forth, pushing more tears back. He rapidly blinks to rid himself the tears, though a few do manage to escape.

"It's okay." Steve reassures.

- - -

Steve made Y/N keep her headphones on for at least an hour while they got her to the hospital to get her ankle treated. They spent a good couple of hours there before going back to the Wheelers' house.

Y/N looks between each group member from where she sits on the couch, settled into Steve's side, a headphone on one ear, her favorite song playing.

"So... there's a new Upside Down monster... and he's kind of basically Freddy Krueger. Except we don't have to be asleep." Y/N says.

"Pretty much, yeah." Dustin nods.

"And it killed Chrissy and Fred and almost killed Max? And me." Y/N says.

"Exactly." Lucas nods.

"God, can't we just have one normal year? Is that too much to fucking ask for?" Y/N questions, frowning and slouching down.

"We'll, uh... leave you two alone." Nancy says. She notices the look in Steve's eyes and knows even though that Y/N is currently okay, he needs to make sure she is and verbally be there for her just as much as he is without words. Though he isn't about to express emotion in front of everybody.

"Why are we leaving them alone?" Dustin asks as Lucas and Max head upstairs.

"We shouldn't be crowding her." Nancy states.

"But Steve is literally right next to her." Dustin argues.

"Well, one person isn't crowding her. Six is." Nancy retorts.

"We're down to four now. Two just left." Dustin says.

"Go." Nancy demands, pointing upstairs.

"Just go, Dustin." Robin rolls her eyes.

"I don't see the huge deal." Dustin objects.

"I will smack you over the head. Go." Robin says, shoving him towards the stairs. Dustin continues to complain as he walks upstairs, followed by the two girls, Nancy shutting the door after they reach the top.

Steve gently drums his fingers on Y/N's arm, thinking of how to start talking.

"You, um... you okay?" Steve asks, wincing at the stupid question. Y/N looks at him and he cluelessly shrugs.

"Physically... been better, but I'll live. I've had a broken bone before. Mentally? Been much better... I might live. Or with new information, I might die." Y/N says.

"We'll figure it out. Okay? None of us -- me especially -- are going to let this fucker take you or Max away. We will figure something out and you two will be okay." Steve states. Y/N manages a fake smile which Steve can very easily see right through.

"Why didn't you tell me about it?" Y/N asks.

"I mean, sort of just found out. Been a busy couple of days. Either way, I don't want you involved in this shit." Steve says.

"I'm sorry. Who was involved in it first?" Y/N asks. "My friend went missing. I've been in this longer than you."

"Yeah, by like, a few days or something." Steve argues.

"It's still longer." Y/N argues.

"Well, I'm older. You have to listen to me." Steve says.

"No, not really. I don't." Y/N objects.

"I am an adult. You are a kid. You listen to me." Steve says.

"God, what are you, dad? Shut up." Y/N rolls her eyes.

Y/N starts to drum her hair tie with her thumb, a nervous habit she has, which Steve notices it.

"You, uh... you wanna talk about it? The experience? Or whatever you saw?" Steve asks.

"No." Y/N answers after a few moments. "No, I... I don't think I can."

"Okay. That's okay." Steve assures. He tightens his hold on her comfortingly, holding her a bit closer. "Can I ask one question, though?"

"What?" Y/N sighs.

"Is the music really what helped? Like... nothing else?" Steve asks.

"Well... the music... I don't know, it... it helped, I guess. I mean, I started hearing it and I wasn't as super terrified as I had been. I-- I mean, I was, but... I don't. But a... some sort of portal opened and--and I saw you guys in my room and all yelling my name and trying to wake me up. And you were holding my hand and... and, I don't know. I just started thinking of everybody."

"What do you mean?" Steve asks.

"Just memories with people. With Max and-and El and the boys... Robin, you. Hell, even Erica and Nancy." Y/N says.

"Erica?" Steve asks.

"Yep." Y/N nods. "Yeah, it confuses me, too, kind of. But we did sneak into a Russian base together, so." Y/N says.

"Yeah, true." Steve mumbles. "Is that what helped you wake up?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I just... I thought of wanting to live... and-and keep being with you guys. Can't do that if I'm dead. Most of the memories were you, though."

"Really?" Steve asks.

"Yeah. Just simple things, honestly. All those nights of building forts and watching movies. You giving me my first sip of beer. Letting me wake you up after I have nightmares. You always taking care of me since mom and dad are always working and stuff."

"Mmm. Yeah. Guess I've been a babysitter since I was, like, five, huh?" Steve asks, messing with some strands of her hair.

"You're a pretty damn good babysitter." Y/N says, a small smile on her face.

"I know. It's why I keep getting elected." Steve grumbles.

"You may act like you hate it, but it's fun. And besides, you know you care about all of us." Y/N says.

"Yeah, whatever." Steve mutters, Y/N quietly laughing as her brother pretends to not be as caring as he actually is.

"Thank you... for getting home in time." Y/N says.

"You don't have to thank me. It's my job to protect you, right? I refuse to lose that job." Steve says.

"You're a pretty damn good brother, too." Y/N comments.

"Thanks. I guess you're a good sister." Steve teases. Y/N smacks him and he laughs. "You're a pretty damn good sister."

"Thank you." Y/N says through a yawn.

"You can go to sleep. I'll stay right here. Just keep at least one of the headphones on." Steve says.

"Okay." Y/N mumbles, lying down on the couch. She puts a pillow on Steve's lap and puts her head on the pillow, her feet resting next to the couch arm.

Y/N keeps one headphone over her ear, the song playing on repeat for the thousandth time. Steve plays with her hair, helping her fall asleep.

Taglist: @glxwingrxse @venomsvl @peyton-14

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"I Hate You!"

Tarlos Fic for @tarlosweeklyprompts March Daily One-Word Prompt Event!!

March 11th Word: Hate

Tags: Angst, Nightmares, Hurt! Carlos, Worried! TK

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Anxiety,

Relationships: TK/Carlos, TK/Alex (Past Relationship)

Characters: TK, Carlos

“I HATE YOU!!”

The words keep going through my head like they are echoing in my head, over and over. I don’t know what I did to get him to hate me, but please somebody tell me so I can fix it. I love him so much, how am I supposed to handle not having the most important person to me hate me. I feel my eyes blurring even worse when Iris all of a sudden shows up in front of me, saying, “You are to blame for everything. How did I even become your best friend, because your face annoys me.” That doesn’t scare me as much though, because I know that she sometimes talks brutally honest, but why would she say that?

Then it’s like the scene around me changes, and see a gun to my face and try to look at who is behind the gun and see it’s TK standing by a man. I am so confused that I try to say something, but all of a sudden I have no voice, and then I can’t hear anything around as a gun shot goes off. Then I see as TK is dead and bleeding on the floor, ‘What now?’ I love him.

BLOOD

SO MUCH BLOOD

Then the scene around switches again to see TK and Alex kissing, and what am I supposed to do especially when I look around and see that everyone looks so happy.

NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!

Suddenly I feel like I am being shaken and think that I hear TK’s voice. “Carlos, Carlos, CARLOS! Please answer me Baby, I am right here.” I startle awake and look around me seeing that I am in our bed. I feel around and realize I am not there alone when I see TK looking at me worried. I smile because he is here with me, not with Alex, hopefully doesn’t hate me, but I am the happiest that he wasn’t that bloody heap of a body on that floor anymore.

At that thought I scan his body to make sure he is okay, that he isn’t hurt at all, and nope I see nothing, but I still have to ask, “You are alive right? You are okay? You are not hurt, right?” He just looks at me confused and I feel like I am going to start crying with all of my built up emotions, but I need him to tell me. I feel like I am suffocating, and when he still doesn’t say anything, I yell out, “ANSWER ME!”

I think we are both startled by the yell, but it does help because TK finally says something, “I am sorry, yes I am okay and no I am not hurt.” I smile, but then he asks the question I have been regretting, “What happened to you? Are you okay? You kept saying my name and then ‘I hate you,’ so do you? Do you hate me? P-please tell me that you don’t.”

I look over his face and want to start crying because of how heartbroken he looks and I start to explain the apparent nightmare to him and he slowly starts cuddling closer and closer to me. No matter how close he gets, I am so happy that he is here with me, and I am with him.

[sixeyesgojo]

jjk characters handling your period

Summary: “What do you mean, no baby this month either? Okay, suffer then.” - your damn uterus

Pairings: Gojo/Megumi/Nanami/Naoya/Toji x Reader

Content warning: the monthly bloody nightmare your uterus puts you through and the whole shebang that comes with it, language warning, suggestive themes, explicit warning for Toji (you’ll see why)

A/N: purely self-indulgent because I suffer. @megumifushi and @sukirichi , my gals, I gotcha. Also dedicated to all readers who suffer from the same fate (may it be right now or not). Also: Yes, absolutely open the video I linked in Megumi’s part (it’s safe, I promise).

Gojo Satoru

You turn and turn in bed uncomfortably. Something isn’t right, you think and it’s not the fact that Satoru is missing next to you. Not knowing immediately irritates you. All of a sudden you become painfully aware of your lower region. Yes, of course it had to be that time of the month. You just knew you already stained your panties and perhaps the sheets haven’t been spared either. Getting out of bed, then realizing it was already past noon, you sprinted to the bathroom. Fuck, moving fast was not a good idea. 

Having changed the sheets and your stained panties, you made your way to the kitchen. Your stomach growled, signaling you were hungry, but at the same time you feared. Smelling food, let alone tasting too much of it, was a slippery slope – either your nose would protest or your stomach, no in-between. Regardless, you had to eat; or were you supposed to starve to death because of this? Not in this lifetime. “I AM BACK!” an annoyingly loud voice rang through the apartment. You groan and turn around. “Fuck off, Satoru,” you say. Your irritation flaring up for seemingly no reason. “Stop being so motherfucking loud. My head feels like it’s going to split in two and my pussy is fighting the crimson war right now,” you snarled at him.

“Oh honey, seems like I called the right shots then,” he declared proudly and held up a bag filled with... snacks? “I already called in sick for you for the next few days,” Satoru continued to explain as he wrapped his arms around you, “and I’ll be by your side 24/7 for the next two days. We’ll do fun stuff. How does movie night with lots of cuddling for tonight sound?”

“Why are you so nice to me right now?” you mumbled, tears welling up in your eyes. “Simple: I don’t want to be castrated by you,” he whispered back and planted a kiss on your cheek. “Fair enough. What will we do tomorrow?” He stayed silent but pulled out a black card out of his sleeve. You gasped.

Fushiguro Megumi

Ping. A notification. Quickly, you scrambled to get your phone to see what that was about. You desperately needed some distraction right now. The pain was too much. Your boyfriend Megumi had gone somewhere you didn’t know. All you knew was that your boobs were sore, the sensitive nipples rubbing against the fabric were already too much. In addition to that, you also experienced period cramps, resulting in back pain as well. Life was not easy at the moment but at least you could lay in bed for today, doing absolutely nothing.

Unlocking your phone, you saw a new message from Yuji: “omg look at this???” [Video link] It was a video of 42 seconds. There was a cute seal – probably the cutest and fluffiest seal you have ever seen – and background music. It may have only lasted 42 seconds but it definitely triggered some happy feelings inside you; it was so pure and you loved the energy of the clip. Perhaps these feelings were a bit too intense and overwhelming. Tears streamed down your face and you started sobbing uncontrollably. Why were you like this? It wasn’t even a sad video, was it?

You buried your face in the blankets, weeping as if someone just broke up with you. Through your loud crying, you did not notice the door opening. A jangling noise could be heard from your nightstand. Instantly, you shot up to check for intruders but luckily, it was Megumi. A frown spread on his face. “What happened?” he asked as his thumbs wiped your tears from your cheeks. You showed him the video, still sobbing, “Look at the seal... It’s so c-cute. I just... got emotional because it really t-traveled the world. This cutie deserves the whole world...”

“And so do you,” he bluntly stated, “now take the ibuprofen I brought you for the cramps and rest up.” As a matter of fact, he not only brought you painkillers but a hot water bottle and food as well.

Nanami Kento

“No, give me that. Lay down and rest. I can dust off the shelves on my own,” his deep voice commanded. If there was a man that screamed “male wife” it was definitely Nanami Kento, particularly when it came to you being on your period. You weren’t allowed to do anything in the house, except for very light chores. With good reason. “Kento, I can do–” Yeah, no, it wasn’t possible and Kento knew it too well.

You weren’t lucky when it came to period symptoms. Besides excruciating back pain, extremely sore breasts and headaches, you also had the luck to suffer from dizziness every single time you experienced the monthly nuisance. The first time you even passed out. In fact, it had happened several times. And that was precisely how Kento decided to not let you do anything. Still, you felt bad to leave everything to Kento. His work already demanded so much from him and here you were, being babied and even spoon-fed. You didn’t even have to cook your own meals or wash and iron laundry.

You had barely said those words when the unwelcome whirling sensation took you over again. Your feet wobbled, you were in danger of crashing to the ground. In a flash, Kento was by your side to steady you. “I told you not to overdo it.” He cupped your cheek with his warm hand. “Sorry, Kento. I’ll... just rest for a minute.”

Zenin Naoya

Period pain? Laughable. Naoya thought it was pathetic. A woman – these already weak creatures – having period symptoms was a mystery to him. What could possibly hurt about bleeding a little? He couldn’t understand. Your pitiable and sorry state was only another inconvenience to him. Not that you hindered him in any way – you were obedient enough to be quiet and complain as little as possible – but he absolutely despised seeing that annoying expression of pain on your face every time he had to look at it.

Hell, he didn’t even want to engage in sexual activities with you during that time, even though he had randomly picked up somewhere that it might help. Not that he wanted to help you, it was your problem and yours only, not his. “Stop looking at me with those eyes. It’s disgusting,” he remarked condescendingly as he got dressed for wherever he had to go. “When will you be back?” you croaked out but he totally ignored you.

“Women are so damn weak. It’s so fucking pathetic, I almost want to give you a hug,” Naoya gagged. He was about to leave the room but stopped in his tracks. Looking over his shoulder, he caught a glimpse of your face that was contorted with pain. In long strides, he made it to one of the cabinets, fished out a tiny box and threw it on the bed. “Tsk, you better get well soon so you can serve me again, dumb bitch.”

Fushiguro Toji (soft)

Work hadn’t been treating him kindly: not yesterday, not today, not ever. Although he was highly capable and never failed to exceed himself, all Toji truly wanted to do was to go home. When he finally made it through the door, he called out, “Am home.” Usually, you would come running to greet him but when nothing but silence greeted him, his hand instantly moved to the cursed creature lingering on his shoulder. It was suspicious. Did enemies manage to find this hideout? Where were you? His hands started sweating.

Stealthily, he approached the kitchen. To his surprise, he saw your form in front of the counter, hunched over in pain. Dropping his offensive stance immediately, he quickly strode over to check on you. “Hey, what are you doing there?” he asked, hesitatingly putting a hand on your shoulder. You looked at him, grimacing with pain, “Oh, Toji. I didn’t realize you were home yet. Sorry, I’m not done cooking dinner yet, I just feel so nauseous, exhausted and my entire back  and shoulders hurt so much. It’s so sore.” “I see.” He nodded, understanding what was happening. Suddenly, he lifted you effortlessly. You squealed, “Toji!! What are you doing?!” “Taking care of you,” he promised. “But dinner!” “Don’t care.”

Making his way to the bedroom, Toji laid down with you on top of him. Something about his warmth already made you feel better but as his large palms rubbed your back in circular motions, you felt as if you were in heaven. Toji’s ministrations soothed the pain so well, you almost let out a moan. Now that the pain didn’t overshadow all the other symptoms anymore, the drowsiness took over. “Toji, ‘m tired,” you mumbled; eyelids fluttering already. “Then sleep. I’ll take care of dinner later,” he whispered. You only hummed in response, already far too gone. Slowly but surely, his steady heartbeat lulled you to sleep. “Sleep tight.”

Taglist: @megumifushi​ @gojos-mochi​ @assbuttbaek​ @bleueluna​ 

[justauthoring]

Precious To Us [2]

In other words, you’re Seijoh’s manager.

This chapter, Oikawa’s fangirls.

A/N: Here it is! The second part! I had one person request an idea (thanks @minigranger) and I definitely plan on writing it soon but I love the trope of manager vs. fangirls that I can’t help myself. As usual, please send in ideas :)

Listen, Oikawa’s fangirls are mean.

They just are.

It doesn’t really matter to them that you’re a first year, if they’re supposed to be your seniors, they would probably still be bitches even if you were their seniors and in second/third year.

They seem to think Oikawa’s theirs, even though, of course, he isn’t and if asked, he definitely would deny.

And they see you as a threat.

A big, big threat.

Who gets to see Oikawa everyday? You. Who gets to see him practice every day? You. Who gets a front row to seat to every one of his games? You. And who does he flirt with? You.

It doesn’t matter if you reciprocate the flirting or not -- which of course, you don’t -- they’re jealous and they blame it all on you.

Honestly, the first month of managing is fine. 

Now that you know who Oikawa is and you’re around him more, you do notice the fangirls, but they don’t really bother you and you’re too focused trying to learn the ropes to really care about their constant presence. 

You know you’ve heard some of the other members, namely the third years, complain about them.

About how annoying and distracting they were when it came to practice, or just the mere fact that Oikawa seemed to revel in the attention and love.

You’ve heard them, but you don’t really say anything otherwise because they’ve never done anything to you so you don’t really care either or.

Besides, even if you do think it’s tad bit pathetic, you can’t deny they’re devoted and you guess, in some ways... good for them?

But when you don’t stop being manager, and the rest of the team, namely Oikawa, don’t get sick of you like they all expect them to, and a month passes and you seem to just be thriving, getting a long with everyone, and finally getting the hang of everything?

That’s when they attack.

You’re already late.

And even if you know none of the boys or even the coaches will be upset with you, you do like to be punctual and you absolutely hate being late. So, you’re rushing, practically sprinting through the halls as you try to gather your bearings and organize everything you need to.

You’re already thinking of what drills Oikawa will have the team do, and what you can do to help. Maybe you could bring up some of the notes you’ve made? You’re not a hundred percent on the terms, but Iwaizumi has been helping you, and you’re sure you’ve picked up on a few of the techniques and things you think the boys could improve on.

You didn’t want them to think you’re imposing, but this was the job of the manager wasn’t it? They always reminded you you were more then just a water girl, and that they greatly appreciated anything advice you had for them from an outsider point of view, so maybe--

Landing with a loud thud, a groan leaves your lips as you feel your chin smack against the concrete floor beneath you. It takes you a second to gather your bearings, baffled at how you were suddenly on the ground, and trying to ignore the pain at having bitten your own tongue. But the second you hear laughter, you realized exactly what had happened and your head turns around to stare at the three girls stood above you in bafflement.

They’re laughing at you, quite loudly and obvious mocking you, but your eyes narrow in bafflement when you realize you’re positive you’ve seen them before. You just can’t place your thumb on it. They’re not in your class, one of them doesn’t even seem to be in your year, and you don’t think you’d remember some random face you’d passed in the hall, so--

That’s right. You’ve seen them hanging around Oikawa before, and the one older girl had even snuck into practice one day.

Slowly pushing yourself to your feet, you move to gather your stuff, only for it to be kicked out of your grasp.

“What the--!”

“Listen.”

You blink when the older one, clearly the leader or whatever, is suddenly directly before you, barely a breaths away, glaring down at you.

“You need to quit being manager for Oikawa-san’s volleyball team.”

And your eyes widen, baffled, lips parting as you shake your head; “I don’t--”

“I think you perfectly understand,” the girl behind her sneers, eyes cold.

“We don’t like how close you were with Oikawa-san.”

“And we’re sure Oikawa-san’s sick of seeing your ugly face every day.”

You’re stunned silent. Honestly, you’re not really sure what to say.

“We’ll give you till the end of the week,” the head girl smiles, but it’s a sickly sweet, filling you with dread. “Okay?”

She doesn’t wait for you to respond before her and the other two are walking off, clearly proud of themselves if they way they walk and hold themselves is anything to go by.

It’s takes you five minutes to gather yourself before you start making your way to the gym again for practice.

Part of you wants to just skip and go home but you know the boys would be concerned, more then they probably already are given how late you are, and really, it would just cause more issues in the end anyways.

Besides, you’re never one to skip anyways.

You don’t cry. You’re not really sure why because you definitely want to, but the tears never come and then you’re suddenly in the gym and everyone's rushing towards you in concern, questions leaving their lips rapidly as to why you were so late.

You brush them off, and it almost works, before Iwaizumi takes notice of the dried blood on the corner of your lip that you’d regrettably missed when cleaning yourself up earlier and the scrape underneath your chin.

“What happened to your chin, Y/N? You’re bleeding.”

He steps towards you, but you brush him off.

“I just tripped is all. Bit my tongue.”

You smile and hope it’s enough to convince them, but even if Iwaizumi looks like he wants to argue, Oikawa’s already pulling him back onto the court.

“You’re so clumsy, Y/N-chan! You really do need to be more careful!”

Some of the boys laugh and you do too, forcing yourself to pretend like everything’s fine even though you can physically feel yourself shaking.

But even as he’s being dragged away, Iwaizumi is still eyeing you and you don’t let him grow anymore suspicious then you can tell he is. You send him a soft smile, and then turn, making your way over to the coach to see where you can help for the day.

And it continues on like that for week. 

By the next day, every seems to have forgotten you being late and only Makki makes a teasing comment about the cat themed bandaid on your chin to which you begrudgingly shove him away with a shrill “it’s the only ones we have!” and you seem more like yourself then you had the day before that by the second day, even Iwaizumi has relaxed.

By the end of the week, even he seems to have forgotten about it.

But you haven’t. 

And it being the end of the week has you scared.

Kindaichi seems to notice your weird behaviour in class, especially now that the two of you tend to stick together now that you’re acquainted. But you brush him off every time he asks, saying you just felt ill.

He seems to believe it fine.

Luckily for you, nothing happens.

You’re on edge all day expecting something to happen, but nothing ever does.

Aiko, the third year and clear ring leader of that little group, never approaches you. In fact, you don’t see her once all day, which that in itself isn’t odd since you’re in different years, but you had expected to see her lackies -- either Makoto, a first year like you, or even Nami, a second year.

But you don’t.

By the final bell, you’re relieved.

It was just a mindless threat. It didn’t mean anything clearly, and they had just been poking fun, and honestly you were fine with that -- so long as you didn’t have to deal with them again.

You’d just have to be more wary of the fangirls. Maybe they weren’t as kind as you thought you were, and clearly they thought you posed some kind of threat (even though you definitely didn’t) so you’d just keep it in mind and--

“I’m pretty sure we told you by the end of the week.”

It’s a harsh thud, you don’t fall to the ground like you did last time, but you do thud against the lockers which dig painfully into your back. And regrettably you let a small cry in response, which pales in comparison to the cry of pain that leaves your lips when one of them grab a chunk of your hair and tug, hard.

Pushing at the hands that grab at you, you spin, not surprise to see the same three as before, sneering down at you.

Aiko spits down at you. “Clearly you didn’t listen.”

“I’m not gonna just quit,” you whisper, feigning the confidence to speak up for yourself. Your eyes narrow up at her, even though your heart is racing madly against you chest, and shake your head adamantly. “I love managing the volleyball team, and it’s not even because of Oikawa-senpai! I love being will all the boys, and I won’t let you--!”

“You really are just a slut.”

You’re stunned silent, lips left parted.

“Listen, I gave you a week, you didn’t listen.” Aiko scoffs, shaking her head as she brushes her hair back, glaring down at you. “I’ll show you what happens when I don’t get my way.”

She strikes you hard, across the cheek, and naively, you think that’s it. You can handle some punches and kicks, because you really don’t want to give up the one thing that’s made you happy for the first time in a long time. Even as the hits continue, and your body starts to ache, you think,

I can handle this.

But still, you end up skipping practice that day. You blame it on the fact the fact that you just didn’t want to have to explain why you looked so battered and messed up, knowing this time no amount of lying was going to get you out of this one. Because, really, it wouldn’t just be Iwaizumi suspicious this time -- all the boys will be, and then they’ll probably talk to the coach and...

and, it’s just to much a fuss for you. So, you skip, sending a text to Oikawa explaining that you weren’t feeling well and you’d be back Monday and to please apologize on the coaches behalf for you.

But you don’t go back the next day.

When you open your locker the next Monday, your homework that you’d finished during lunch to previous day to get a head start is ruined. Completely and wholeheartedly ruined.

And when you glance around, the first thing you see is Makoto from across the hallway, smirking at you.

But you don’t have any proof.

So, you suck back the tears that threaten to fall, and sulk to your first class where you know the teacher will be less then pleased.

And of course she isn’t, but she simply sighs and tells you that if you don’t have it in by tomorrow, she’ll have to give you a failing grade. 

Embarrassed and upset, you walk to your seat, ignoring Kindaichi’s watchful gaze as you sink into your seat.

But it only gets worse from there.

The second class starts, a note is tossed onto your desk.

You eye, confused, glancing around for who threw it, only for everyone to be faced forward, before glancing briefly at Kindaichi’s whose watching your curiously.

Slowly, you open it.

Is it true you actually slept with all of the volleyball team?

Laughter echoes, but when you look up, there’s three girls staring at you, all mockingly.

Kindaichi leans forward, trying to grab the note but you pull it from his grasp, avoiding his gaze.

He cannot see that.

And when the class ends, you narrowly avoid Kindaichi who calls for you, rushing out of the class, only for someone to bump into you the second you make it out, shoving harshly into your shoulder.

“Slut.” The voice sneers.

Your lips part, and you glance up, feeling your vision blur, but when you glance around, you suddenly notice the looks everyone’s giving you, and the way they laugh and sneer at you.

But what really makes you break is when you turn, feeling like everyone’s against you, and find Kindaichi staring at you with parted lips, obviously confused, and you just can’t hold it back then, turning without another word, and running off.

The day continues like that, and after lunch, which you spent alone hidden in a bathroom stall, you see Iwaizumi and Oikawa ahead of you, smiling when they notice you.

They look as if they want to talk, but you know then you absolutely cannot like that happen, for multiple reasons, so you turn around quickly, running off in the opposite direction despite the way they call after you.

You don’t go back to practice like you said you would.

And neither do you Tuesday.

When Wednesday rolls around, and every laughs at you when you walk pass them in the halls, or sneers at you, or looks at you like you’re the most disgusting thing, you go to the office when you realize you can’t handle this any longer.

No matter how much you love being on the team and managing the boys. 

Little do you know, in class, Kindaichi notices the odd coloured paper in your hands and curiously, maybe even worriedly (because there’s a sinking feeling in his gut) peers over your shoulder as subtle as he can, lips parting when he reads the header.

Permission to quite a club form.

“I think Y/N’s going to quite the team.”

It’s the first words he says when he enters the club room that day, and it makes everybody pause.

Silence echoes, and slowly, unsurely, Yahaba shakes his head; “what-what are you talking about, Kindaichi? I thought Y/N said she just wasn’t feeling well, which is why--”

“I saw the form this morning,” Kindaichi shakes his head, “I know what I read.”

Oikawa shakes his head. “Y/N would’ve talked to us first if something was upsetting her. She wouldn’t just--”

“Haven’t you guys heard the rumours going around?”

It’s Kunimi who speaks this time, his voice the similar drawl it always is, but if you look at him close enough, it’s easy to tell that he’s concerned. Upset even. And he looks disgusted as he speaks, eyeing Kindaichi first, almost knowingly, before turning to the other boys.

Iwaizumi’s brows furrow; “what are you talk--”

“I think someone’s been bullying her,” Kindaichi frowns. “It started at the beginning of the week. Y/N came in with her homework ruined, which I thought was weird, because she always is so careful with her work and makes sure it’s done early. And then someone tossed this note onto her desk but she wouldn’t let me read it, and she wouldn’t talk to me or even look at me all class. Then, when class was over, people were... well--”

“There’s a rumour going around that’s she’s slept with all of us.”

It’s Kunimi who finishes it, Kindaichi’s face beet red, which quite a few of the boys mimic seconds later when Kunimi finishes.

But Oikawa? Oikawa just looks pissed.

“What?”

Kindaichi blanches, looking absolutely terrified; “I thought you knew! I didn’t--”

Oikawa storms past him, Iwaizumi quick to follow, and then Mattsun and Makki are right behind them. The first and second years glance at each other, before slowly following them, and sure enough the third years are heading straight for the gym, to which none of them are surprised to find you there, a form in your shaky hands as you stare at Coach Mizoguchi.

You turn to them with wide eyes, clearly having hoped to finish before any of the boys started practice. But Mizoguchi looks relieved. “Thank God you boys are here,” he breathes, standing up to which you try to stop him, but he isn’t listening, “Y/N wants to quit, but I really think she should talk to you first,” he’s looking directly at Oikawa, “she won’t tell me why. And please Y/N,” he turns to you, “I think you should reconsider.”

“We’ll talk to her,” Oikawa cuts in, voice oddly low before you can say anything.

Mizoguchi smiles, nodding at you before making his way over the gym obviously in search of Irihata. Instantly the tension thickens when you’re left alone with all eyes directly and solely on you.

It takes a second to find the words. “I’m sorry I didn’t talk to any of you about it, but I...” And your voice falters, even you can’t help the way your voice quivers. “I think it’s best if I just quit.”

“You’re not quitting.” It’s Iwaizumi who speaks this time, and his voice is so firm, so sure, even if you’re not sure how to argue against it.

“But I-I--”

“You don’t need to quite,” Oikawa shakes his head, stepping towards you and pulling the form from your grasp with ease. You watch with parted lips as he simply rips it right in front of you, tossing it aside without much care, before glancing back at the rest, namely the other third years, turning back to you. “Now, tell us, who told you you had to quit?”

And your eyes bulge. How did he--

“Kindaichi and Kunimi told us about everything,” Iwaizumi starts, moving towards you, as your eyes fall to the first years, watching the way they both, even Kunimi, stare after you in concern. “We know someone’s been bothering you, so, just tell us.”

“We’ll help you,” Watari adds with a smile, hesitantly speaking up.

And you pause, unsure. But then you stare at them all watching you carefully, and see how all of them care so much, more then you ever thought they did and you’re reminded of why you’d refused to quit in the first place. Reminded of how much you love managing the volleyball team and no matter how much you were scared and hurt, you didn’t want to lose it all.

Lose them.

“It’s... It’s a few, three actually, of Oikawa-senpai’s fangirls,” you mumble, voice low, head turned downwards. “They... They don’t like how much time I spend with him, so they... they told me to quit and when I refused, they...” You don’t need to finish.

There’s a pause, before a slap echoes. 

“Somehow I knew this was your fault, Shittykawa.”

“Ow!” Oikawa cries, “Iwa-chan, it’s not like I...” But he seems to pause, lips parting as he glances down at you, his heart breaking slightly at the tears in your eyes.

Stepping forward, he pulls you into a hug, and you let him; “I’m sorry, Y/N-chan, I didn’t know they were hurting you.”

“It’s not your fault.”

“It kinda is,” Mattsun comments, stepping forward as he smiles down at you, ruffling your hair. “It’s easier to blame him anyways.”

“I agree,” Makki laughs.

And even you find yourself laughing lightly.

“Really, Y/N-chan? Even you too?”

“Sorry.”

Then, everyone turns serious; “I’ll talk to them,” Oikawa frowns. “What they did isn’t okay. I won’t let them get away with it. They’ll never bother you again, Y/N.”

And you’re surprised by how serious he is.

But things do get better.

Aiko never bothers you again, nor does any other one of Oikawa’s fangirls.

Oikawa even makes her apologize, and even you have to admit the absolute mortification on her face makes everything a lot better.

The boys try to stop the rumour, but it’s easier said then done, though, the fame of it all does dwindle and you’re not snided in the hallways so much anymore.

It’s kind of hard to when you usually have one of the third years walking you to and from class anyways.

Besides, they’re your friends, and even if everyone else hates you, they don’t.

And that’s all that matters to you.

[fanghunting]

Local Oasis suffering, gets headcanons (menstruation edition so skip if that's not for you)

Chain has a code word with her partner for that time of the month. If she's with another person who has that time, the word goes both ways. For Chain at least, she gets extra cuddly. Please snuggle with her and let her fall asleep on your shoulder. She prefers to drink sweet things like chocolate milk or milkshakes over eat cake or cookies. She gets pretty bad cramps and sometimes lays down (while diffused) with a heat pad in the office.

(Gilbert has heat pads in the office in a cabinet in the bathroom for the ladies. As well as spares of other menstrual needs in case any of them run out.)

KK gets really picky about texture during hers. She tries to keep her temper flares down but some days it's a hairpin trigger. She makes up for it as soon as it's over every time, often with homemade cake and ice cream for her boys. She has a few pieces of hard candy like Merry Ranchers to curb the cravings, sometimes Starboosts if she's in a hurry. She is extra irritable with Steven and he just avoids her if he can. She has kicked him in the groin for annoying her during the week.

Aligula is EVEN MORE HAIRTRIGGER. Deldro has no idea how he dealt with it so well, it was probably all the candy he stole bought for her. She's bad enough when she's not on her period but she is the quintessential explosive chocolate craving she-devil. Except that she can be quelled with cuddles too. Especially cradling around her under a blanket. She cries a lot easier too.

Leo is a dream partner during this time. He checks in every morning to help remind you, and makes an extra sweet tea or coffee for the morning. Or hot chocolate if you prefer. On the first day, he will make you a cake. It might not be great, but he wants to make sure you hsve access to something sweet. Sometimes it's brownies or cookies. Once is was accidentally... cookie. One giant cookie.

Honestly it makes Zapp uncomfortable. He knows it's natural and knows why it happens. But he thinks it's because it's you and your blood that it squicks him out (hes 96% sure). He'll buy you pads or tampons and make sure to get you sweets but he really cannot be around much. Once it's over he is extra affectionate to apologize though. And he does do all the chores at home during, so at least there's that.

Steven is FINE as long as he doesn't touch it. Cleaning it off things, fine. Knowing you're going through it, fine. Getting it on him? Oh no. No no no. Squicks him RIGHT OUT. It's awful, he feels sick if he touches it. He loves you and he's horribly sorry it affects him like this, but it will not change. He's lovely in every other aspect though. He just really does everything he can to not touch the blood.

Klaus does not understand why other men are disgusted by the whole concept. He will ask how you prefer it to be handled, if you want him to dote on you or just bring you some treats at the end of the work day. He is not grossed out by it at all, it doesn't phase him one bit.

Zed knows it's natural. He knows you're fine. That does not mean he doesn't freak out when it starts. Every. Single. Month. It's like he forgets about it until it happens and he panics for a moment before realizing that it's fine. You're fine. He tries to help take care of you, he buys you one of those gourmet lollipops every day on his way home after his butterfly show. The only worry he has about it touching him is getting under his scales.

Raju is. Worse. He will not leave you alone. Freaks him RIGHT OUT that you're suddenly bleeding. And from INSIDE??? What happened? Why are you injured? WHO injured you??? Once you explain he's piling you in sweets and demanding you STAY in bed. Or the bathroom. But that's IT. You have no choice, he will dote on you.

[lokisprettygirl]

Love in the time of Uncertainty (Loki x Female Reader)

Chapter 4

Summary : Loki is baffled over how stubborn you could be and you find out what he is hiding in the safe he keeps by his bedside.

Warning : 18+ , Much needed smut, loss of virginity, dirty language, Loco loki, reader is shamelessly based off of my own personality, so a little self indulgence , fic was literally born out of a dream I had of loki, Dom loki

Taglist : @iconfusemyselfalot @msturi2u @the-wounded-healer05 @lokiswildheartcantbebroken @hotleaf-juice @daddylokisqueen @wingedoafkidpsychic @callistoneith

He ran out . That bitch ran out. Honestly you should be used to his unpredictable behaviour by now. You put on his t shirt, you had to, since he ripped yours mercilessly, a cute top destroyed and you didn't even get to have sex, wow his shirt smelled goood though. You stormed out of his room to the living where he was on the couch

"What the fuck loki?" You screamed and he glared at you as he stood up "What the fuck? You are asking Meee? You should be asking yourself that, you do not drop bombs like that when you're halfway in the act, were you even going to tell me? Or wait it was going to be a surprise right, my dick, your cunt and boom suddenly you're bleeding all over my cock, because that's what I need these days, more blood on me" he laughed hysterically and he used over the top hand gestures to enunciate everything he said, is he losing it finally? He looked a little crazy, you should have told him the truth but why is he acting like you killed someone.

"Okay that would have been awful and I was going to tell you but the way you're behaving right now is not how I expected you to react" you told him and he laughed again.

"Maybe that's the problem you're expecting too much from me already" he walked towards you, his eyes blazing with rage? Or something you couldn't really identify "I am warning you again and again but you can't just listen can you?" he grabbed your chin and for a second you thought he would hurt you, just for a millisecond, but his eyes softened as he looked at you "I should have told you, I'm sorry okay? My bad? can we still fuck each other while we are stuck together? Trust me it will be good for all this anger you have" you used hand gestures to send your point across and he sighed, you're impossible to deal with, as if you're hell bent on getting closer to him. He's being an ass and here you are offering to take his stress away by allowing him to use you as stress buster or something.

"I don't fuck virgins, they come with baggage, I can't be the first man to touch you like that, you'll follow me around like a fucking puppy after that and If I wanted to deal with a puppy I would get one" okay mister, that's extremely rude, he went back to his room after that but he didn't close the door, was that an invitation? He laid down on his bed as he shook his head, why are you so stubborn and why he's not able to shake you off? you're like that annoying child that wouldn't let go of their parents hands in public "Do you want your shirt back? He heard your voice, you were standing at the edge of his bed, he didn't even hear you coming, are you a cat or something? "Keep it afterall I ripped yours"

"Yeah what happened to when I'm done with you, you won't even remember it" you mocked his accent "for the record, I still do remember that" you climbed in his bed and got on top of him "Do you ever not listen to me? Are you hard of hearing? Have you always been such a child or I make you so?" Normally you would just run to the other side and never see him again, but with everything going on this world, you felt extremely bold, you can die anyday, he can too, the thought scared you. He was trying to act like he was angry but there was a hint of smile on his face as he questioned you. You laid on top of him, and put your head between his neck, he does smell divine, what shower gel is this?

"Shhhhhhh good night doc, get your daily does of sleep, I'm sure I don't have to tell you how dangerous sleep deprivation could be, unfortunately You're showing signs and symptoms of it already" You wrapped your arms around his torso and you felt him relaxing at the gesture, he kept his one hand behind his head while the other one was just placed awkwardly next to you "You're a menace and truly incorrigible, I have never met someone so perverse" he mumbled as he wrapped his awkward arm around you and you smiled, you placed a kiss on his neck, he was nice to hold, a bit on the colder side, but it complimented really well with your super warm body "Don't do that, it makes me feel disgusted" he told you and you stopped kissing his neck "Oh so now you decided to listen to me" you smiled as you heard him and placed another kiss on his neck, this time he didn't complain and even turned his head so you can pay attention to the other side. Cute.

You don't even remember when you fell asleep, when you woke up he was gone. You groaned and made your way to your room. You don't know what it was about him that pulled you like a magnet towards him, but you could always feel the wall he has build around him, it wasn't really hard to miss, you were used to bumping head first into the said wall everyday.

Last night he really allowed himself to have a moment of weakness, how dare you just held him so affectionately like that? How dare you kissed his neck as if you cared for him more than just sex? He was annoyed, really annoyed, 5 of the people under his care died today, but he also manged to save people who came for an early diagnosis but he was really frustrated with everything that has been happening, he knows he can just run but they need him, they need all the help they could have and this is the least he can do after he failed to save Misha. When he finally reached his clinic he was exhausted, he thought about how he was really close to having you last night, he would have fucked you too if you weren't a virgin, that's just too much and it wouldn't help the way he feels about you.

When he reached home, you were in the kitchen with an apron on, your hair in a bun, earphones in, moving on some tune while you cooked, a goddamn wifey. You're a torture. He went to the kitchen and as soon as you saw him you took your earphones off and smiled, ofcourse he didn't return it, he went to the refrigerator, took a water bottle and sat down on the eating table

"Rough day?" You asked him and he glared at you "No it was a picnic at the park" he told you, feeling really satisfied with his comeback, but then he saw you looking down as you didn't answer him with a snarky comeback of yours and he felt a pinch in his heart.

There it is, the care, it's happening, he don't want to give a shit about how you feel but you're the most stubborn person he has ever met "What are you making, smells like chicken in here" he asked you as he played on his phone, not wanting to look at you, what he's even looking at? He doesn't seem the type to use social media "Lemon chicken with rice, also next time when you're ordering groceries can I get a tub of pistachio flavored ice cream? Pleasse?" You requested him and he looked at you "That's an accuired taste but Sure"

"Yayyy" you squealed excitedly and he had to pray to all the norns to stop himself from smiling at your reaction. "So did you always dream of being a waitress" he questioned you and you huffed "Nooo.. I wanted to be an actress" you told him and he laughed, you glared at him as he continued laughing, damn he looked good like that, but hey no, he was laughing at you not with you "Oh wait you're serious? You really thought you'd make it here?" Wow he can't be nice, just sometimes maybe? Nope? He just have to be mean about it.

He didn't mean to insult your looks or your talent as an actress, he haven't even seen you acting yet , but theres no way you were going to make it in the hollywood without connections, you being a virgin and not willing to compromise that would be a death certificate of your career in itself . He did wonder why you were still a virgin though? In your mid 20s, were you waiting for a right person? He wasn't the one for sure.

"I did, I ran away from home because my parents abhorred the idea of me doing acting, I just didn't think clearly about how hard it would be once I get here, i was okay with rejection, it made me realise that I wasn't good enough for this so I gave up, and I wasn't willing to compromise to play a side character in a commercial people will definitely skip over so there's that" his heart did hurt at your answer, did you think you were not good enough because you got rejected by some morons who probably couldn't act themselves? Did you feel that way when he rejected you ? He hoped not, any man would love to have a lady like you, he just can't be the one "Sometimes it's not you, sometimes it's them, and you chose your integrity over your passion, I admire that" he told you and you smiled, so he can be nice if he tried.

"So you never acted onscreen?" He asked you and you shrugged "well there was this one commercial, but I'll never let you watch it" you giggled and served him the dinner "Bon Appétit" you sat down and you heard him moaning as he took the first bite "Thank you for this, maybe you should have tried to be a chef instead" he complimented you and you smiled. Yup he could be nice if he wants to be.

After dinner you took a shower and you knocked on his door, when he opened the door, he was just in his briefs, damn those legs are never ending "What do you want now?" He asked you as he rolled his eyes and you took two steps forward to hug him "I'm glad you came back today and that you're alive and that virus didn't get to you" you mumbled and he almost teared up at the gesture, almost. "Okay okay no need to get sentimental over it" he pulled you away and you got inside his room, then you sprawled down on his bed and tapped the place right next to you. He walked over to the edge of the bed and opened his mouth to say something but you shut him up "noooo.. just come and sleep" he groaned and climbed in the bed himself, next to you, you got yourself in the same position as yesterday and your hair was all wet from the shower, you smelled good enough to eat "Your hair is all damped, it's revolting" he said to you "Sorry, I'll dry it tomorrow before I come here" you mumbled as you placed a kiss on his neck and he sighed, he's allowing this again, why can't he just push you away, he was doing so good before "I don't mind it" you smiled as you heard him. As if he would let you do this everyday.

Well he did.

That became a norm for you two from that day onwards, he would ignore you as much as he could, be mean to you for no reason but then sleep with you with his arms wrapped around you. He actually liked sleeping with you, he liked having a warm body so close to him, your warm body. Before the pandemic, he would often sleep around with random women but he followed his rules, no kissing, never stayed over, he never cuddled them, never got attached, it was purely physical and that's how he wanted with you too, but here he is sleeping like a baby next to you as you would pepper him with those abominating neck kisses.

You always tried to wake up before he did, so you could make him breakfast, you were in the kitchen while loki took a shower, when he came out his eyes went towards the safe, it always did , always reminded him of everything he lost, he punched in the code and took out the object he kept in there, the pain he endured to get this for her, his lover, his wife. He was reminiscing those memories but then he heard your scream from the kitchen, he kept the thing inside the safe again hurriedly and ran out to see you, with a piece of glass sticking out from your palm "what did you do now" he groaned and you started to cry "I'm sorry I broke a glass" you were apologising to him while you were hurt, he felt like a dimwit loser.

He brought the first aid kid, and took the glass out and looked for any debris or remaining shards of glass in there, he disinfected your open wound and you screamed in pain as you felt the burning sting "Norns y/n relax, you're not in labour, be a good girl" he mumbled mindlessly, you were pissed with the labour comment but damn you wanted to be his good girl, once he cleaned the wound, he realised he'll have to stitch it for it to heal properly "I have to stitch this, stay here" he came back with a suture kit and numbed the area before he closed your wound carefully, then he put a bandage over it. Once he was done he saw how you kept sobbing "It's done now, make sure it doesn't get drenched or anything, be careful with this" He told you and you nodded "Awn it hurts little baby? You need a candy?" He mocked you but instead of getting pissed you sobbed more and then he felt awful so he hugged you "Hey be strong okay? You have to be strong, it will heal soon I promise" he caressed your head. And you pulled away once you stopped feeling the pain "thank you" you mumbled softly and he looked at you. A menace.

He gave you painkillers to take and finished making the breakfast himself, once he was done he got ready and left. You're practically living off of him, so you felt bad that you won't even be able to cook now, not today atleast. You were bored out of your mind as you had absolutely nothing to do, there wasn't anything on tv, news channels only focused on the pandemic which they should but you didn't like to see how many people died today, and loki had no subscription to anything, no Netflix no prime, nothing, you wanted to get it yourself but you didn't want to spend whatever money you had left. Your left hand was hurt but you can still make yourself useful, you decided to clean his room in the evening, you changed the bedsheet and folded his freshly washed clothes, your eyes glanced over at the safe again, and you walked towards it.

You always were curious to know what was in it, you didn't want to invade his privacy but it did make you very curious. Your trailed your fingers over the safe and turned the lock, it opened instantly, did he forget to lock it? You didn't want to see what was inside, it could be something very private, he kept it in a safe because he didn't want you or anyone else to find out. But at the end curiousity killed the cat, you opened the safe and out of all the things you imagined to see there, you didn't expect to see what you did. What is that? Is it real? Before you could asses it further you heard his voice

"Y/N" he screamed from the top of his lungs as he brisk walked inside the room , he closed the safe and glared at you, his eyes tearing up, he grabbed you by the shoulder and dragged you towards the wall next to the safe and pinned you there "You have no sense of boundary or privacy do you? Do you have any idea how much you frustrate me with this?" He screamed and you shivered as he jerked you, his grip tight on your shoulders "lokii I'm sorry, I'm sorry" you told him, he's right to be upset about this, you shouldn't have invaded his privacy like that "You're sorry? I don't think you are, you're a stubborn inquisitive mewling little witch, that's what you are" if looks could kill you'd have been dead by now

"I'm really sorry I didn't mean to pry, I'm sorry loki please" you raised your palms to cup his cheeks and he flinched as he realised he was hurting you and scaring you by being this way, he took two steps backwards and he saw tears flowing down your eyes "loki I'm sorr.."

Before you could even finish your sentence he pushed you into the wall and kissed you, he's kissing you, he's kissing you, took you a few good seconds to even register what was happening, he's breaking the rule, he's breaking his own rule, you felt him kissing you with such urgency, he felt exactly how you imagined he would, his lips so soft, he tasted so good. You got lost into the feeling, you have never felt that way before, you never had someone kissing you like his their life depended on it..when he pulled away finally, he kissed your forehead, breaking another one of his rules. "Stay away from my stuff or I'll lock you up in a cage and keep you there, if you're going to behave like an animal I would treat you like one" he held your chin up to look at him as he spoke, you wanted to comment on what you saw in the safe but now's not the time, everything he just said turned you on instead of scaring you.

"I thought that was against the rule, the kissing" you mumbled and he lifted you up by your hips, damn he's stronger than he looks. He laid you down on the bed and took his shirt off "It is against the rule, don't get your hopes up darling, it's still purely a physical thing I promise" he ripped your top right off of you again, maybe you should just pay his rent with these ripped clothes of yours "You really think I'm dying to be with you don't you?" You chuckled and he rolled his eyes "The way you wouldn't just leave me alone, yes I do think that, tell me that you understand what I'm saying, use your damn words" he leaned down on top of you, supporting his weight on his knees and elbows, he grabbed a handful of your hair with both of his hands as he asked, pulling slightly on them, not enough to hurt bad but enough to sting. You closed your eyes at the sensation. Dominant fucker.

"I do, I understand, just physical, nothing more" you mumbled and he kissed you again, you don't think he understood his own rules very well, you moaned into his mouth, as he bucked his hips into your clothed core, you wrapped your legs around him and you matched his rhythm "Wouldn't take much to have you fall apart under me hmm? Virgins are such peculiar breed" he snickered and you opened your eyes to look at him, he is gorgeous and he's right, it wouldn't take much but why give him satisfaction.

"Oh god just Shutup for once" you lift your head up to kiss him and he is taken aback by the sudden action, he pushed the strand of his hair back with his fingers, that fell on your face. He pulled away after a while, he ripped your shorts off and then your panties followed, it's been more than a week since you last shaved, now you didn't feel so sexy all of a sudden "sorry about that, if I knew you were.." he cut you off before you could finish and you felt his fingers rubbing your lips "doesn't really matter to me darling, it's just hair, so focus on how I am making you feel rather then whatever nuisance you're brewing in your head" how to be considerate and an ass at the same time, he should teach a class on that.

You felt his middle finger probing your entrance and he moaned in your ears, a damn virgin you're, your hymen is still intact, did you not even use your fingers? Or used a toy? He wondered "Is this what you waited for? Kept yourself so pristine till now only for it to lose it to a jerk like me, couldn't wait for the right person anymore could you?" He whispered in your ear, trying to distract you from the discomfort you must feel "Noo..uhh.. life is uncertain these days isn't it? I can die anytime and I'll be gone just like that, what's the point, I don't want to die a virgin and leave my soul to haunt forever" you mumbled and he sucked on your neck "that's too bad because I won't let you die darling" he whispered softly, for a change, no sense of annoyance or mockery in his tone.

Once you got comfortable to his finger he pushed another one in there, his mouth trailed all over your breasts, kissing and nipping and sucking, he stretched you open slowly, he needed to otherwise his cock would rip you in half literally, he shouldn't have kissed you, he shouldn't have done any of this but he can't wait anymore, can't jerk off to the thought of you like a teenager in the shower anymore, you want this, you want him and he's going to fuck you till you're sick of him or until he runs.

He undressed himself completely and you finally saw his cock, long and thick with the most perfect pink tip, not that you have seen any before but you have seen porn so your judgement was astute right, also that's going to hurt in a bad way first but then in a very good way "I'm not on pills just so you know" you mumbled and he stepped off the bed and took a condom out of his drawer, you wouldn't get pregnant even if he fucked you raw, but he was in no mood to explain all that to you, it's not like you'd even understand "want me to hook you up on them? The pills, I can get you if you want" great one more favor, but you're not going to reject free pills "yes please" he wrapped the rubber around him and lined his cock with your entrance, the only reason he offered you that because someday he would like to do you raw, he grabbed on your thighs and looked at you.

"You can still back out darling, backing out now would feel much better then the regret you might feel tomorrow" he asked you again and you shook your head "Just fuck me already, will you" as soon your finished your words, he pushed his cock in one quick motion, god you wanted to scream but you just winced and bit on you lower lip, it does hurt but it doesn't hurt as bad as fucking Appendicitis, plus you have a feeling you're going to feel so good later on. A tear escaped your eyes as you tried to distract your mind from the pain, he leaned down and kissed you again, very gently "You okay darling?" He asked you and you nod your head in confirmation "Yeahh ..just a little uncomfortable" you told him and he peppered your face with kisses, "Congratulations, not a virgin anymore, your soul will be in heaven now" he smirked and you wanted to wipe that grin off his face, he's so proud of himself.

Once you felt the pain subsiding he started to move his hips in and out slowly, when you felt his cock deep inside you, touching places you didn't even know existed, you felt the coil in your belly building every passing second "Going to cum aren't you? I can feel it, I haven't even been in for a minute, that's truly pathetic darling, how desperate are you hmm?" he sat up and he increased his pace before he commanded you sternly "go on, cum little whore" you weren't expecting him to call you that, but it made the coil snap instantly, you loved being called that to be honest, He kept moving in you as you shook and writhed under him, your moans turned him on even more and he won't be able to stop even if he wanted now, there's no way he wouldn't want to hear the sweet sounds you're making for him again after this, Once you calmed down he leaned down and kissed you, for someone who established a no kissing rule, he did like kissing you alot and you were not complaining.

"How was that" he whispered in your ear and you opened your eyes, your eyes glassy, brain foggy "best thing since pistachio ice cream" you giggled and he found it really adorable, look at him using that sentimental word for you, he looked intently at you as he tried to stop himself from admiring how beautiful you looked, what is he getting himself into? You're nothing but a trouble "Good because you're going to do it all over again little whore" he thrusted in and out of you quickly and you wrapped your legs around him, his breathing heavy, same as yours, he interlocked his one hand with yours and held the other one by the back of your palm carefully so as to not hurt your stitches, he kissed your wounded palm over and over again, his eyes closed as he did, he didn't need to be so soft with you in that moment at all, afterall it's all just physical right, then why is he fucking you so gently, kissing on your wound so sweetly and kissing you on lips so lovingly like that, why he is acting like he cares about you, You were definitely going to cum again like he said.

He was so close too, it's been months since he last fucked someone and you felt like Valhalla "oh norns y/n you're so fucking tight darling" he mumbled as he felt his orgasm approaching in, he grunted and moaned loudly as he finally let go and you did too, the sight of him moaning and grunting your name was enough, this is the best feeling you have ever had in your life without a doubt, if you knew sex actually felt like this you'd have done it sooner, but it wasn't just the orgasm, it was the moment you shared with him before that, the kissing, the affirmations, the softness, but would you have felt the same way with someone else? You didn't know but your gut said, nobody could make you feel as good as he did.

Once he calmed down enough he pulled out of you and went to his bathroom, he got rid of the bloodied condom and cleaned himself, he picked up a fresh washcloth and ran it under cold water then he came back to the room and cleaned you up properly, almost professionally, like a doctor would then he threw the washcloth away and looked at you

"Get out" you were taken aback by the sudden mood swing and sat up on his bed, this is the point where you would desperately start to dress yourself like they do in movies but newsflash, your clothes are in some celestial space because he ripped them, he threw his t shirt at you so you can cover yourself

"this is what you wanted right? you got it, now get out" you put the tshirt on, and for once you didn't argue, didn't fight, didn't say anything, you were exhausted from the majestic fucking. You ran out of his room and he closed the door but didn't lock it. He put on his briefs and went to sleep or so he tried, you were starting to become a disease for him, now he's missing your warm cuddly body around him. He huffed and groaned and twisted and turned, after an hour or so, he felt his door creaking and you got in, relentless little witch.

You quietly got in the bed and on the top of him like you usually do "don't leave me alone" you mumbled half asleep half in waking state, his heart soared at the sound of your voice, he wanted to hold you forever like this but he can't "I am going to do exactly that, once I'm done with my work here, do you ever not listen to me?" He flipped you over and kissed you softly, again he said one thing to you but his actions indicated something else entirely, he felt you pulling him in a bear hug kind of thing and tried to pull away but you were a professional in the art of forceful hugging apparently "Mmm I do, I listen to you loki, I listen baby, just not tonight, don't leave me alone tonight" you mumbled again and he sighed at the pet name your groggy foggy brain used for him, he laid on the side of you and you snuggled into him tightly then he watched you fall asleep in his embrace, your face in his chest, the soft sleeping noises you made made him want to protect you from everything. Just for tonight though.

Maybe just for the night he would allow himself to forget his past, to feel your warmth, the closeness, the intimacy, just for tonight he would pretend like you won't hurt him as bad as she did, that you won't break his heart in so many pieces that he would never feel whole again, maybe just for tonight he would pretend to be normal again, how he was before she turned his world upside down.

Just for tonight.