#to everyone that says that it “doesn't work cause of the time period” shut your bitchass up

[bojjiphrog]

TOMORROW'S EPISODE IS GOING TO BE SO GAY

[wonton4rang]

goodnight and go ¡!

pairing: bnd x reader.

warnings: cursing, yelling, some mentions of sexual relationships, mentions of cheating, overall some couple's arguments.

summary: how would bnd argue with you + what i think would be their triggers. (things they would do that would cause the argument)

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sungho; i don't see him as a person who would get into an argument often, tbh you guys could date for over 4 years and argue twice in that period, but when you did?? awful. i know that sungho is a virgo men and he's very mature and he is always looking for the best for everyone but when you guys argue about something he thinks (or knows) he's right about, he wouldn't shut up, because he's right and how dare u say otherwise? eventually it would turn into an "i told you so" type of argument and you both would just get out of each others sight for a few hours, maybe sleeping or just doing stuff around the house without interchanging a word. that until you both let down your ego (if you have any) and talk things out more calmly.

riwoo; he is the type of person to just nod and nod and nod again to anything you say, he might be right but he ain't going against you. he tries to be the bigger person but ends up feeling wronged and you can see him zoned out even days after the disagreement. "you know this is all your fault, right?" and he will say yes, that until you try to put the blame on him for EVERYTHING, he may have some of it but all of it??? that's when he snaps "you can't be like this, you are not being reasonable" unfortunately that leads to a bigger fight. it's not that y'all don't resolve things but it usually just gets forgotten and eventually you don't remember and never apologize for it.

jaehyun; bro is crying after the first scream. myungjae is a very sensitive person but i don't think he would like to openly cry, and if he does, it's not out of sadness or fear, he would get overwhelmed and very angry because he feels like you are not listening and you are just saying wrong things to him and making him the bad guy when he didn't even knew what was going on this time. firstly he'll definitely try to talk things out quietly, appealing to your soft side and trying to hug it out for an instance but it always goes wrong and y'all end up screaming at each other just for him to get all pouty and win your forgiveness and your apologies too.

taesan; arguing with taesan was not a thing, you guys just talked things out when you didn't like something and that was it, it never happened again. but when you see him kissing some girl outside the club you both were at you went crazy, slamming doors when you got home with him following closely and trying to make you listen. "you fucking cheated, what else do I need to know?" he would try to explain you that she approached him and kissed him out of the blue but he pulled out right away (which was true) but you didn't listen and it eventually made him get even more angry, his cold wall finally falling down when he said "what the fuck is wrong with you? you think I'll cheat on you? that's who you think i am?" and the way his words sounded to you just made it worst. like he was putting the blame on you. but overall, it doesn't matter how bad the argument is, you ain't going to sleep without working it out, he won't let you.

leehan; the worst part of arguing with leehan is his lack of response. it pissed you off that you went all out on him about the fact that you guys haven't got any intimacy of any kind in a while and that when you both actually had the time and the desire to do so, he ditched you for his friends. you explained how you understood that he needed to see his friends, but always? every time he's free? what about you? what about your relationship? leehan had a girlfriend to take care of too, not just his friends. so when you said all this to him and he just looked at you with those sleepy eyes and nodded without saying much, you got angrier. not because he was not yelling back at you but because you've got this conversation at least five times before, always getting the same reaction and always getting the same results. until one day y'all finally work it out and make a balance, it was that or breaking up so leehan finally listened.

woonhak; arguing with woonhak is literally a mess. you guys scream, put the blame on each other, say things you could (and will) regret later, even mention stuff from the past just to make a valid point. you would go to bed angry because none of you would say "sorry" or at least try to work things out, the silent treatment was something very common between you two since neither you or woonhak would give in. eventually he'd talk to his hyungs when he feels like this time it's been too long and you guys haven't make up yet, he takes the advise and approaches you with his head low, like a puppy with his tail between his legs, shy and with so much remorse you just talk things out and call it a day.

[beanghostprincess]

Hi!

I just read a very funny fic 'Much ado about nothing' by Fire_lily and Violet_20 on AO3 and I was wondering... how do you think Sanji (and by the other guys) would behave when the girls are on their periods?

Okay, yeah, it was really funny. I often think about this, honestly, ngl. And you know how much I tend to write because I'm a menace to society, so I'll try to keep it brief. Btw, assume all the guys here are cis men (which hurts, because I'd rather die than say Usopp, Luffy and Zoro have dicks. But okay. Let's say they do) and that Nami is the only one in her period (because I think Robin is trans and also she has been dealing with pain so much on her own that even if she had her period, the crew wouldn't even notice. Nami, Franky, Jinbe, and Brook would be the only ones knowing).

Chopper is the one explaining what a period is, by the way, because these idiots know the basics but not much and I think they could use some health classes? Like, seriously, it'd be nice.

Luffy: Doesn't understand what the fuck is a period (Makino explained it. His ass didn't listen). If Nami is bleeding, can't Chopper cure her? Oh, he can't? Is she sick? Is she going to die? No? She's fine, then? But she needs them to give her a break because even if she isn't sick, she's still not going through the best time. It's uncomfortable and she feels bad and sensitive. I think Luffy would have a lot of questions and he would ask shamelessly about them. And he would also try to be considerate and share his food with Nami and cause less trouble. I know he's chaotic but he's always really nice when a crewmate is in pain, and if Nami (his navigator. His Nami!!!) is feeling bad, he'll do whatever he can to help her. If she has cramps he'll probably stay beside her and sleep with her and cuddle. He's actually worried sick even if she tells him she's fine.

Zoro: He doesn't really give a fuck. Kuina explained what periods were to him and how unfair it was and he agreed. It is unfair. It is fucked up. They shouldn't go through that. He respects Nami a lot for being able to work and yell and live normally while she's bleeding and cramping (I mean, that's HIS normal state, but Nami isn't like him). So he just supports her from a distance and if she needs anything he'll just try to help and that's it. He's like?? He's normal about it. Just a thing the body does. Everyone thinks it's such a big deal, but it's not.

Usopp: He grew up with Kaya. I don't need to say anything else. He's always complaining about Nami being louder than usual or oversensitive and saying that she doesn't need to blame them for being in pain, but he only says it because they're best friends, lmao. "Girl, I know you're in pain but it's not my fault. Chill. Do you want a chocolate bar?" and he's pretty much the only one allowed to keep her company when she's stressed and too angry to deal with the others. Bestie privileges. He knows how to make her happy. The perks of having a childhood sweetheart and taking care of her when she was on her period (she was just emotional, though, not like Nami who is a ticking time bomb depending on the month). He always has pads, pills, and distractions ready for Nami. He's just there and normal about it and helping her out.

Sanji: Fucking dramatic. I can't stand him. I'm gonna throw bricks at him. I love him, but he's either the most respectful gentleman on earth or the weirdest guy ever about this. He's probably both at the same time. He's SO annoying, oh my god. He keeps wanting to do everything for Nami, and okay, the food, tea, and extra snacks are fine. But it's just too much. He's the one crying all the time like "WHY DID GOD CURSE OUR MELLORINES WITH SUCH PAIN?????????? OH NAMI-SWAN IF I COULD TAKE YOUR SUFFERING I WOULD!!!!!! YOU ARE SO BRAVE FOR THIS!!!!!" and Usopp is the one actually throwing stuff at him and kicking him out of the girl's room when he comes to bring some snacks and won't shut up. He's,, Overly helpful. He has good intentions, really, but Nami is just on her period. She can still move and do her own things, thank you very much. I think he learns to be more normal about it with time, though. And he's just this way with Nami, probably (I say this bc I'm writing a Sanuso fic with Trans Usopp on his period and I swear Sanji is normal about it).

Chopper: I mean. It's the doctor. He keeps an eye on Nami and takes care of her. He's gentle and always tries to bring her painkillers if it's too much. Reminds her to drink a lot of water and eat properly but never too much because she could get sick! He's the cutest, gentlest thing ever.

Franky: Another dramatic man. He's just like Sanji, except that instead of crying because Nami has to go through this, he keeps saying she's SUPEERRRRR COOL AND STRONG FOR DEALING WITH THIS. But it's only for a few seconds and then he's just acting like a dad. Which includes helping if needed but then asking the weirdest questions to see if Nami is alright.

Brook: He would be the sweetest thing ever. But also, we gotta admit that he's still a perv and would ask to see Nami's underwear anyway. But leaving that aside, yeah, he's sweet. He offers tea and gentle music while she works and tries to be a gentleman. He makes a few jokes here and there, Nami hits him, the usual stuff. But he's a sweet grandpa so he's just there being nice. But, y'know, Brook is always nice to be around. He just offers his help more and often asks Nami if she's feeling okay.

Jinbe: He doesn't quite understand what he's supposed to do, but he just doesn't get in Nami's way if she's mad, and if she's sensitive he'll try to make the crew shut up for a while. Gentle older man. He always tries to make peace around the place, but pretty much like Brook and he also tries not to overstep. He asks Zoro if he should be doing something, and Zoro just shrugs and says to let Nami do her own thing.

[grace122]

I'm on a five hour car ride a couple days before my period so it's time for smut 🥳🥳🥳

(Afab reader, feminine descriptions (pussy, girlfriend, good girl, etc.), and general just rough sex stuff + lots of dirty talk and degradation because I love 😀 also super fucking long like I've never even read something this long-)

I've been inspired by Sapnap's "stealing Mr. Beast's tesla" video to create this masterpiece (at least to me 😶)

(Also,,, since Quackity's boundaries about smut are iffy and Nolan hasn't talked about anything like that (that I know of), I've replaced them with Dream and George cause shut up I want to 😌)

So we have Sap, Karl, Foolish, George, Punz, and Dream (kill me now 🥴🥴🥴)

Okay, this sounds a little silly when I write it down, but being Punz girlfriend (cause he's so boyfriend) and him telling the guys that he's bringing "something" or someone to keep them entertained (aka, a human fleshlight ??? 🙃)

After lots of talking and consent from everyone (of course), you follow with the guys into the car and sit in the back between Punz and Dream 🥴

And of course, because Punz is so mean 😌 he chooses now to tell Dream that you're always looking at him, checking him out, and whining constantly about wanting two big guys to play with you 🥴🥴

And Dream replies "oh really?" While grabbing your thigh and laying it on his lap while Punz moves in front of you, putting your other leg on his shoulder. "Oh yeah, but she's got a tight pussy, so I gotta get her ready real quick." And he just goes fucking crazy with eating you out, if you can even call it that. It consists mostly of him just tongue fucking you with little care to your pleasure (not to say it doesn't feeling so fucking good). And Dream holds onto your leg and lifts your shirt up to play with your tits. "That feel good? Yeah? You like being used like this?" And Punz spits directly onto your clit and Dream has to hold your legs open from clamping on Punz's head as he licks the spit down to your hole. "Such a good fucking girl, huh?" Dream takes your hand from Punz's hair and guides it to his crotch and grips your hand to squeeze him. "You feel that, babygirl? You look so fucking hot right now. Wanna fuck that pretty mouth of yours, cum all over that face. Would you let me use your pussy? Hmm? Let me fuck you while your boyfriend watches–" he's interrupted by a high pitched whine when Punz slaps your pussy, "Don't you fucking cum yet."

"Oh? You almost came from that?" Dream laughs while Punz gets up, wiping your slick from his face to yours, making your head fall back from how rough he shoves your face. "Shit, that looks so hot."

"Thank you." Punz cheekily replies to his hard work.

Punz looks at you expectedly, "What are you waiting for?" You look at him confused. "Do I need to do everything for you?"

He grabs ahold of your hair and pushes your face down to Dream now exposed cock and forces it down your throat. He doesn't let you get used to it before pulling and pushing your head up and down by your hair. "That's it, what a good little fleshlight."

"Holy shit!" Dream groans while gripping onto the back of George's seat. Speaking of which, George and Foolish are slowly fisting their cocks and watching you three so intensely. In the front, Karl palms his dick while watching you from the rear view mirror while Sap grips the steering wheel until his hands go white while stealing short glances at the rear view mirror.

Punz pushes you down until Dream leg is slammed against your nose and he hits the back of your head two times before Dream is cumming down your throat. "That's it," Dream moans out, holding your head down along with Punz, "Take it all, take all this cum... fuck!"

You pull off his cock when he's done and silently ask to give him a kiss. Dream grabs your face and pulls you in for one of the roughest makeout sessions you've ever had. But Karl is heard from the front, "Oh! So Dream kisses after???"

Dream has to break the kiss to laugh and flip off Karl, "You're just jealous she's on my dick instead of yours."

"Hey, I hate to be an asshole," Sapnap perks up, "But can someone take over driving so I could get some action?"

"How about she rides my dick, then I'll drive for a while?" Karl suggests almost too casually.

"Alright, fine."

Punz pats you on your butt, "Go on, baby. Show Karl how good you make him feel."

You stand up but bend down and slither between George and Foolish's seats, earning some whistles and compliments as you inadvertently show off your ass to the four guys in the back. Your hands rest on the armrest in the front, "Hey pretty girl." Karl greets you. But suddenly you feel fingers slipping into your pussy as you fall forward onto Sapnap's right leg, him instinctively grabbing you with his right arm, which you sink your nails into. His jaw clenches as he begrudgingly keeps his eyes on the road.

"She's so wet," George laughs as he plays with your pussy, easily sliding three fingers in and out. "Be nice to the poor girl, George," Karl playfully pouted, "She's gonna be taking all of our dicks today."

"You're right." George slips his fingers out and pulls you back to him by your neck. He shows his fingers to you, and you immediately wrap your mouth around them and suck on them while at him through your eyelashes. "Fuck," he smirks and doesn't break the eye contact, which makes you want to sink into yourself with the intensity.

Foolish smacks your ass and brings you back to reality, remembering that you're with other people. George pulls his fingers out of your mouth and wipes your spit onto your face beside your slick from Punz's hand. "Go see Karl, pretty girl."

You sit yourself down on Karl's cock, high pitched noises coming from both of you. "You good?" Karl looks up at you with concern. You smile and nod, "Yeah.. Really good."

He only starts moving his hips once you start bouncing on him, setting a steady pace as you let out little moans and whines. "That's it," Karl watches as his dick disappears into your pussy and pulls out before sinking back in. "That's it... That's it..."

You look over at Sapnap and see his painful bulge in his pants. You and him make eye contact, and he watches your facial expressions with quick glances to the road and back to you. He adjusts his sitting position and you let out a chuckle that ends in a moan when he slaps you across the face. "You'll pay for that, bitch." Your pussy clenches down on Karl and you think to say, "I don't know about that," but you know you're too stupid to say an entire sentence.

"Try to keep her attention on you, Karl," George laughs as Karl pouts. His attention goes to you, "You need a good fucking, don't you, baby?"

Karl's grip on your hips tightens as Foolish joins in, "We can show you a good time, babe. Don't you want two dicks at once? Karl's will feel like your fucking pinky finger once you get on my dick."

"Shut the fuck up." Karl angles his hips to slam up into you, and you swear he hits your cervix every single time he thrusts in. "Yeah, that's it," Karl grabs your neck and chokes you, "Feels so fucking good. Fuck... look at them," he positions his face so you're looking behind him, "Let em see how I fucking ruin this cunt."

(I'll swear I'll do a part 2 at some point 😫😫💞💞)

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ANON THIS IS SO FUCKING GOOD OH MY GOD, I LITERALLY READ THIS LIKE 7 TIMES HOLY FUCK🤤🤤😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

[twoidiotwriters1]

The Curse of Oenone (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: The Jacksons make me feel so warm and giddy -Danny Words: 1,968 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter // Next Chapter Listen to: 'Brother' -by Vraell

LVII: Not to Self-Diagnose or Anything but I Need a Nap

Ara is still recovering from giving in to her murderous urges when the sea attacks them. Everyone except Jason is on deck trying to keep the ship afloat, but Ara realizes they can't spare the son of Jupiter, so she goes to get him.

"Alright, Ken, rise and shine!" Ara crashes against the doorframe. "On a scale of one to ten, how much do you wanna die today?"

Jason pushes himself up. "Eight."

"I was joking and now I'm concerned!" Ara sounds too enthusiastic for her words to sound genuine. "But I'll take it because we need you, so come die like a hero and not like a Victorian child!"

Ara helps him leave his bed, carrying him through the stairs until they're above. "You know, Jace," she grunts as the ship sways violently. "I think therapy would lessen your near-death experiences, something tells me they're related..."

"Shut up or I'll puke on you," Jason groans, unable to keep his head upright.

She looks at him, her voice turning serious. "I can't let you help unless you promise me you'll fight for you, Jason! Not for us!"

The boy locks eyes with her and he tenses his jaw. "What do you think I'm doing?"

"You're drowning in guilt," she can barely hear him above the storm. "But that wound won't close unless you start to respect yourself!" The ship screeches harshly and Ara looks around. "Let's go to Percy!"

The others look at her like she's gone crazy as she walks past them holding Jason, but when Percy sees them he nods casually and points ahead. Something below the ocean's surface is causing the storm and he wants to swim down and attack it directly. He asks Ara to stay and keep the ship afloat.

Percy doesn't need to speak a lot for her to understand, a few gestures and words, and Ara gets the general idea. Jason looks a bit worried yet eager to help. "Are you sure you can work alone?"

"I'll throw you overboard myself!" She scowls. "Go!"

Ara summons Poseidon's blessing the moment both boys jump into the sea, stretching her arms out and doing her best to create a current that balances out the tides that hit it from every side. Using one blessing at a time for long periods no longer drains her, but now, even after almost half an hour, her arms aren't even shaking.

"It's over... I think," Annabeth approaches her, drenched from head to toe.

"Jason and Percy," Ara leans over the handrail. "Should we look for them?"

"That's them!" Piper calls from the other side of the ship. "Leo, help me!"

"So you're a priest now?"

"Pontifex."

"And that healed you?"

"Basically," Jason says happily. "Good as new."

"If you're a priest does that mean you'll be celibate forever?" Leo smirks.

"I said Pontifex, not son of Hephaestus."

Hazel chokes on her ginger tea and Frank pats her back and scolds the two boys. "Guys!"

"You are infuriating," Ara says with her mouth full. "I can't get my own special label because then you go out of your way to get your own! That's so rude—"

Festus sets off an alarm and everyone jumps, Leo takes a moment to listen to what the dragon is saying and translates it to his friends. "Sea serpent again, Percy..."

The boy nods, looking slightly green—he got poisoned again—and waves at the others. "You keep eating. Birdy, care to join me?"

Ara gets up without arguing, perhaps he feels too weak to handle it alone. Once on deck, Percy stares at the sea and points at a bright yellow creature. "There."

"Cool, a banana. Do you want to talk?" Ara draws out her flintlock. 

"Whoa! Since when do you own a gun?" Percy asks, staring at it with horror.

"You hadn't seen it?" Ara raises a brow. "I've got it for a couple of weeks now."

"And you know how to use it?"

"No, Percy, I lost four fingers and left Frank in a wheelchair," she replies with a straight face.

Percy frowns. "Alright, I walked into that one." He watches the serpent and tilts his head. "Banana wants to fight—I can get us closer and you can use your Nerf gun."

"Sweet."

"Let's wait a bit, I'm still woozy..." Percy makes a face. "And let's tackle everything, while we're at it," he leans on the railing. "Jason told me what you said to him."

"It worked, didn't it?" She replies, thinking he's about to scold her.

"I've been feeling the same way," Percy confesses. "I don't wanna freak out Annabeth, so... you can keep the secret, right?"

There is a lump in her throat when she realizes the wall between them has lost height, and now she can meet his gaze. "You almost died again, drowning," Ara acknowledges, referring to the fight with his half-sister.

"Jason saved me by making that deal... he also saved himself, but I don't know if Annabeth told you what happened with the goddess of Misery..."

"Yeah," Ara replies, understanding where this is going. "I get why you did it, though. Sometimes you're over your head and it's so tempting to just..."

"Be cruel?" Percy submits.

"Someone has to be the bad guy," Ara sighs, staring at the serpent. "And we'll always be the lesser of two evils, Percy."

His eyes sadden a bit. "When I was about to kill Misery... it didn't feel like that."

"You were angry," Ara reasons. "None of us want to die, but we both know that the people we're thinking of when we're fighting death aren't ourselves."

Her brother runs a hand through his hair, a bit stiff from the sea salt. "We got attacked by the arai too... I got curses from all the monsters I've killed and other beings I've hurt... and as I suffered, it felt fair. It made me wonder..."

"If that's how I feel about my curse?" She guesses with a sad smile. "The way I see it, I got the opportunity of a lifetime—literally—and the price to pay is all I have."

"And you think it's worth it?" Percy questions, it doesn't sound like he'll judge her if she says yes.

"I don't know," she confesses. "I wanna say yes, but that's only because Leo is entangled in it. If it were about me only, I'd probably think it's shitty."

Percy prepares to jump. "Banana's getting closer."

The boy summons a tide to carry them, Ara keeps talking but she raises her voice to be heard over the water. "I think the lack of empathy for myself comes from the fact that someone always had it worse. In the orphanage I was one of the pretty ones, Leo thinks I would've been adopted in no time—at camp, I was an Aphrodite, I was overlooked. The list goes on..."

Once they're close enough to the sea serpent, Ara tosses the Greek fire vial she took from a box on deck, then points her flintlock and shoots, exploding it on the serpent's face. Percy summons a tide to protect them from the blast and they wait a few seconds to see the golden dust vanish in the ocean. They go back to the ship.

"So you risk your life to validate your feelings?"

"No," they reach the Argo and Ara seizes a rope to climb. "I'm saying everyone else had something bigger going on, so it was only right I took care of the chores no one wanted. I had it better than most."

"Who was saying these things to you?" Percy grunts, climbing after her.

"The voices aren't real, Nemo, they're in my head," Ara clarifies. "Someone might've said it once or twice and I took it to heart. I don't know."

He gets on deck. "This... is probably the most depressing conversation we've ever had."

"Yeah..." They share a look and Ara pats his arm. "That means it's naptime!"

Ara wakes up to Leo cussing on the cabin across the hall, the ship is making a weird sound like it's sailing through the gravel and she leaves her room quickly only to crash against Leo in the hallway.

"Easy, doll!" He catches her. "Had a nightmare?"

"What's that sound?" She asks drowsily. 

"That's our daughter getting wrecked by the mighty power of a rock," Leo scowls. "Every time I fix something, another thing breaks. You hear the engine, begging to be put out of its misery? That's how my brain sounds nowadays."

Ara rubs her eyes, too sleepy for his ranting. "You know, I had the saddest talk with Percy the other day, and weirdly enough, I've been sleeping like a baby ever since... and yet I still feel like I've been run over by a truck every time I wake up."

"Leo, we're unstuck!" Percy calls from outside.

"I should do a checkup to see what we messed up this time," Leo sighs. "Wanna come?"

"I should," she mumbles, walking after him.

Proof of how exhausting this last stretch has been is that none of them have the energy to fuss or ask how they're doing. Their sanity is hanging by a thread that gets thinner the more hits the Argo II takes.

"Maybe you're always tired because you're carrying eight blessings?" Leo continues their talk as they get to the control board. "Hercules said more than ten would make your body act up, but that doesn't mean having eight will do nothing."

"There's always some stupid monster to fight or something to fix, that's what's killing me," Ara picks up her hair in a ponytail and reads the monitors. "It's the fifth tube again."

"Dammit!" Leo complains. "Can you take care of it?"

"I'll need some of that black tape, pincers, and—"

"Safety gloves," the boy places all the tools in her hands. "Insulating tape. Pincers."

Ara nods without excitement. "You're the love of my life."

"I know," Leo replies, an enduring scowl on his face as he focuses his gaze on the monitors. "Please don't kill the engine or I'll kill you."

Percy drags Ara out of the engine room to enjoy ice cream on the upper deck with the rest of the crew. She's been working like crazy, motivated by the fact that in two days, whether for better or worse, this is ending.

Ara sits on the rail and observes the town of Mykonos, absently eating an ice pop as she tries to enjoy the breeze. She keeps thinking of her conversations with Nike, Leo has run through the plan with the goddess looking for advice, and the goddess seems to be trying her best, wanting Leo to be her chosen champion.

"So, the island of Delos is right across the harbour," Piper says. "Artemis and Apollo's home turf. Who's going?"

"Me," Leo replies promptly. He's wearing a pirate hat Percy got him during his visit to the town, so he doesn't look exactly trustworthy. When the girls stare at him reluctantly, he pouts. "What? I'm diplomatic and stuff. Besides, it should be me, right?"

"Some of us should go with you," Hazel declares.

"Well, Ara said she wanted to rekindle the old flame with Apollo," Leo nudges her leg. "You still want to come, right? It's gotta be us."

Ara taps her palm with the wooden stick of her ice pop, nodding absently. "I guess..."

Leo watches her in awe. He remembers when the girl jumped off that golden chariot and glared at him with those dark-brown eyes that made his knees weak. Now he knows her in and out better than anyone, but the feeling of inferiority persists.

It's like meeting the pope—you know that's a person, but you still feel extremely out of place and there's nothing you can do to match the vibe, so you endure the absurdity. Ara has always been his miracle.

"Leo?"

The boy gives a start and turns to Jason. "What?"

"I said I don't feel comfortable letting you two alone. You know, since technically speaking, you are the ideal pair Gaea could use to wake up?"

"I'll go with them," Percy offers. "But I'll, uh—I won't interact with Apollo and Artemis if I can help it."

"That's fine," Ara hops off the railing and checks her compass. "Nemo, Firecracker, time to meet our executioner."

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[harryconcepts]

part 81

harry when your baby is sick ☹️ she just has a little cold but she's soooo uncomfortable and crying all the time and can't sleep at night so you and harry are both exhausted ☹️one night you finally get her to sleep but a few hours later she wakes both of you up with her crying and you're starting to get up but he just puts his hand on your shoulder and says "I got her" and a few minutes later it's quiet so you know he calmed her down ☹️ you fall asleep right away so you don't even notice that he doesn't come back to bed, but when you wake up a few hours later and he's still not in bed you get a little worried ☹️ you go to check on them and he's asleep on the big cushy chair in her nursery and she's asleep on his chest ☹️ you can't help but take a few pictures and then you decide to wake him to see if he wants to switch off so he can get back in bed so you gently and quietly wake him up, when he opens his eyes you say "need me to take her? she's out I don't think it'll bother her" and he just shakes his head and turns to kiss her cheek saying "we're fine right here, thank you though" so you give him a little kiss and go back to bed knowing your babies are safe and asleep in the next room ☹️

and he would be so amazing if you decided it was too much and you needed to go home from the awards show or party or whatever 😔 he sees that you look a little overwhelmed and you're hiding it well from everyone else but he knows you too well and he can just tell 😔 he comes over and whispers in your ear "feeling okay?" and you nod but he just knows 😔 he brings you to the bathroom when he can tell you're getting a little worked up and he has your face in his hands so you'll look at him 😔 you're breathing too fast and he's trying to calm you down 😔 finally you manage to say "i need to go home i don't want to be here anymore I just need to go home" and he's so gentle saying "okay, okay we can go home right now okay? don't worry about anyone out there we'll just go home" and you nod, still looking in his eyes bc he always makes you feel better 😔 he has his arm around you keeping you close while you both sneak out a back exit so no one sees you and he's making sure to shield you as much as he can 😔 he holds your hand in the car and he would definitely go through a drive through to get some food bc he knows you'll feel better after eating something 😔 then you get home and change into your comfy clothes and eat on the couch 😔 if you apologized for pulling him away from his night he would shut you down right away and tell you he doesn't care at all, the only thing that matters is you 😔

harry is literally so good when you're crying I know it 😔 I feel like I send you this ask every month KGDGKDKGXKGXK but every time I'm on my period I'm so emotional and cry over anything and everything and I know he would be so good 😔 he would never laugh at you or make you feel silly he would just hug you close and let you cry 😔 the first time he asks you what's wrong but that only makes you cry harder so he just holds you 😔 any time you're watching a show or movie and he can tell your eyes are starting to water he just moves closer on the couch and wraps his arms around you so he'll be ready for when you start crying 😔 he rubs your back and tells you it'll be okay and you'll feel better soon and he would take care of you for as long as you need 😔

he would offer to take you guys on a vacation and you're kind of hesitant saying "we would both love that but sometimes her dad stops by and I think he'd be pretty mad if we weren't around" and he's all "so?" and you're a little embarrassed but you say "he helps pay for stuff sometimes" and harry says "I don't want you to worry about that, I'll take care of everything now where do you and little miss want to go on vacation 😁"

not to cause any trauma but harry would cry when he finds out you're having a baby girl....he's in the ultrasound room with you holding your hand and they say "it's a girl!" and you look at each other so happy and then youre looking at the screen again but when you glance over he's trying to sneakily wipe his eyes and you're like "are you crying?" and he immediately says "no" but he so clearly is because he's so happy 🥹🥹🥹🥹

i have suuuuch a fear of needles and it's honestly embarrassing but i just need harry to come to all of my appointments with me 😭😭😭😭 he would be so good and advocate for you to make sure you feel safe and comfortable 😭 he would put his arms around you so you can hide your face in his neck 😭 he would stroke your hair and talk to you to distract you 😭 he would praise you for doing so well even if your eyes got a little watery 😭 he would watch so close to make sure you're not going to pass out or anything 😭 he would hold your face in his hands to make you focus on him 😭 he would be so gentle but hold you still so they can get it over with quickly 😭 he would notice you're breathing fast and say "it's alright, it's almost over i promise just breathe with me, doing such a good job baby" talking in a low voice to calm you 😭 and after it's all over he would hug you so close telling you you did amazing 😭😭😭 100% bring you to your favorite place to get a little treat and he would baby you for the rest of the day because he's so proud of you for doing it even though it was scary 😭 and he would never get tired of doing this for you he loves being able to help and make the process a little easier for you 😭

when you decide to make a sex tape you're both a little unserious maybe a little drunkie so when he's kissing on your neck and reaches down to rub your clit you moan louder than you expected to and he giggles a little saying "you're loud" and you smack his shoulder saying "shut up!" but then you're both laughing and he collapses on top of you both giggling too much to do anything 😭😭😭😭 and you both forget you made that video until the next morning when you're sobered up and he's going through his phone and finds it and you watch it together 😭 then he's all "well we didn't actually get to the fun part last night 😏 we could try again 😏" he's just sooooo horny 😭😭😭

new husbandrry is so horny 😋he for sure wants to carry you over the threshhold and as soon as he puts you down he's backing you against the wall saying "hi baby" and you just know from his voice and the look in his eyes you're about to get your shit rocked 😋 you say a little "hi" back and he's grinning 😋 he says "you look so pretty, you know that? my pretty little wife... I've been waiting to get my hands on you all day" and you're already so turned on 😋 he leans down to give you a few slow kisses on your neck then says "so why don't you get on the bed, and I'll show you just what kind of husband I'm gonna be" 😋 and he helps you get your dress and shoes off but he makes a point to keep your pretty lingerie on and he watches you get settled on the bed 😋 then he's crawling up over you saying "is my wife gonna let me please her? make her feel good?" and you're nodding which makes him so cocky 😋 he grabs your chin and turns your head for a kiss, then he's kissing down your tummy and he murmurs "I'm gonna make you cum so hard, make sure your first night as my wife is a good one" 😋😋😋😋😋

reminder that Harry swears when he's feeling good and the first time he pushes in when you guys haven't been together in a while he whispers "fuck you feel good" and he's just trying to keep himself together 😋

just started my period and I'm so unbelievably horny i need harry to fuck me with his fingers and make me cum 4 times then fuck me with his aubergine and make me cum 7 times and maybe I'll feel better

touching yourself with bestie harry 😋 he clearly has a thing for you and you like him too but you've never done anything like that 😋 then one day when you're both drunk you share a little kiss that leads to a little makeout sesh 😋 nothing happens that night but neither of you can stop thinking about it and a few days later you just go up to him and kiss him 😋 he's surprised but obviously into it so he's pulling you closer by your hips 😋you mumble "I can't stop thinking about you" and he just moans against your lips 😋 he walks you backwards to your room and pushes you down on the bed, then he's on you again 😋 you're both so feral for each other so it's a little desperate but he's also so gentle with you 😋 finally he breaks away and says "i want- i want to see you touch yourself" and you're kind of like 😳 but he says "you told me when we were drunk that you think about me when you touch yourself, was that true?" and you don't remember telling him that but it's true so you nod 😋 his voice is a little whiny when he says "so show me, please" and you'll do anything he wants at this point 😋 he helps you pull off your shorts and he's watching so intensely when you slip your fingers in your panties 😋 after a minute you say "wait no i want-" and he's all over it immediately he's all "what do you need sweet girl? I'll give you anything you know that" and you say "i want you to feel good too, i want to see you touching too" and his eyes nearly roll back 😋 he's moving so fast to start touching himself too and you're just watching each other making eye contact every so often and it's so hot 😋 when you tell him you're close he grabs your chin and gives you a kiss so you're moaning into his mouth when you cum and he's not far behind 😋 and after that you do stuff like that all the time and soon you're fwb but everyone knows there's more there 😋

harry loves overstimulating you until you're crying and trying to wiggle away then he holds your face in his hands, shushing you and kissing the tears away and he murmurs "do you really need me to stop or are you just being whiny?" 😋

I want harry to put me in my place 😌 i want him to pin my arms down and spit in my mouth and call me his little slut 😋

play figuring with harry bc it turns you on when he gets a little pissed off and pins you down 😋 he calls you a brat and grabs your chin to make you look at him maybe even spits in your mouth all while he's on top of you holding you still 😋

I'm thinking about the first time harry fingers you 😁 you're a little unsure bc you've never done it before but he's all "don't worry, I'll make you feel so good just let me take care of it" and he's so gentle and soft.... kissing all over your tummy and hips murmuring how pretty you are 😁 he can feel that you're a little tense so hes whispering for you to relax 😁 even when he's about to slip his fingers inside he says "just relax, it'll feel so much better i promise" and he calls you his good girl when you do 😁

oh don't even talk to me about him watching you clench..... I will literally kms he's so into it making sure your legs stay spread so he can watch and I can definitely see him blowing a little cold air on you to make you jump bc he's evil 🤕 kissing your inner thighs maybe even a few kisses on your clit but he always moves away right when it starts feeling good so he can watch you clenching on nothing and he would tease you like that for sooooo long 🤕

he would just love to make you beg ... like anon said getting you all worked up with his hand on your neck then going back to normal and asking what you want for dinner and he knows you're desperate and he is too but he likes playing with you so he's holding out 🤕 you don't respond so he looks at you raising an eyebrow saying "did you not hear me? asked what you want for dinner" and all you do is whine trying to beg with your eyes 🤕 when you try to kiss him again he's not giving you nearly enough and he's keeping his hands to himself until you grab them and put them where you want 😵‍💫 he won't do anything until you ask for it bc he knows you get off on being a little embarrassed 🤕

okay I can start us off 😁 harry loves edging way too much it's actually very dangerous for my body to think about. he literally loves to get you worked up all day kissing your neck being so sweet to you calling you his pretty girl and just being extra sweet 😁 then by the end of the day you're so needy for him and basically climbing in his lap for some kisses but he's still acting innocent all "my sweet girl wants some kisses hm?" kissing your cheeks and nose even though he knows exactly what you want 😁 finally you're getting whiny and pouty and he's all "poor baby, what do you want from me? have to tell me or I can't help" and he just smiles when you rock your hips on his 😁and all you can do is whisper "please" tucking your face in his neck 😁he decides to be nice so he gets you tucked in his arms then stands to carry you to the bedroom 😁 he lays you on the bed saying "just needed my attention hm? my needy girl" and he gives you a few kissies on your nose 😁 while he's kissing on your neck his fingers move down and into your shorts and he's all 😮 you're so wet baby what happened? just from a little kissing? being so mean to you but in a gentle voice while his fingers are still touching 😁 you're trying to move your hips up for more but he clicks his tongue saying "uh uh, be a good girl and be patient" and he only smiles more when you whine 😁 he goes soooo slow working you up and making you feel so good but right when you're tensing up and gripping at his hair saying "I'm so close i'm-" he pulls away 😁 you make a sad little cry and open your eyes to look at him and he pouts at you, thumbing over your pouty lip saying "be sweet and put that away" and hes just so close kissing on your face until you calm down 😁 then his fingers move back down and you're so ready to just cum but again he pulls away just in time, and he's still acting so sweet saying "my good girl, you're gonna be so good and give me a few more okay?" and he's asking but also not really asking 😁 he just loves to be in charge and call all the shots and he knows you get off on it too 🤕

the way his nose is all over your clit even when you've already cum and you're overwhelmed kind of trying to push him away but he insists he's being gentle and just cleaning you up 🤕 but he can't help it he's getting into it and before you know it his nose is just theeeere 🤕🤕🤕 he also just really loves your little cries when you're overstimulated... how your hips twitch and you're trying to get away from how intense it is saying "no, no more i can't-" but he just shushes you sooo gently cupping your face whispering "you're okay sweet girl, doing so good for me" and he reaches down again 🤕 and he's so obsessed with how your face scrunches up bc it's just so much 🤕

the first time you hook up with harry, you know about his reputation so you know it'll be good but he kind of takes you by surprise how good it actually is 🤭 he definitely goes down on you and makes you cum twice (and starts to try for a third but you push him away bc it's too much 🤭) and he talks soooo filthy to get you wound up and he's way more into kissing than you realized 🤭 and after he gives you a little break he fingers you and says "i think you can give me a few more, hm? one like this and at least one when I'm fucking you" and all you can do is whine bc it's just sooooo good and you're so overwhelmed 🤭 when you're getting a little too whiny he shushes you gently saying "doing so good for me you know that? my sweet girl" allll the soft praise and gentle neck kisses to keep you calm and make sure all you can think about is him 🤭 by the end of the night you're exhausted and so fucked out and he knows you won't be getting out of his bed for at least a few hours so when he comes back with a warm cloth to clean you up he kisses your forehead and says "i already ordered food, you can sleep if you want and I'll wake you when it's here" 🤭

when it's time to wake you up he's so gentle with it, saying your name softly and kissing your face until your eyes flutter open 😔 you do a full body stretch and smile a little saying "your bed is so much better than mine" and he grins saying "then you'd better sleep over tonight huh?" and your eyes go wide saying "oh I don't have to-" but he shuts you up with a kiss before he says against your lips "you're staying" and he leaves no room to argue and you're not going to complain🤭 the next morning you're way more sore than you expected and you're trying not to show it but he notices how you're walking a little funny and he can't help but grab your waist and pull you back to bed 🤭 he's kissing on your neck saying "I'm sorry... let me make it better" and then he's kissing down your body to eat you out again 🤭 after that you say "you know... you've gone down on me three times now and I haven't gotten to return the favor" and he just smirks, thumbing over your lip and saying "next time" 🤭 when you're ready to leave he insists on walking you home and all the way up to your front door, you give him a little kiss then say "we should do this again" and he's all "we will very much be doing this again" 🤭 he waits to make sure you get inside safely, and once you do you get a text before you even take your shoes off, when you check it it's him asking if you're free tomorrow 🤭

I'm just so horny these days idk if I'm ovulating or what but all I ever ever think about is harry and his thighs I want to ride his thigh so bad and I think he would get so mean and call you a desperate little thing saying it's a little pathetic how you get so worked up just from rubbing on his thigh and he would make you look in his eyes even when you're embarrassed and he would say "i think you can cum just like this can't you?" and you're a little unsure so you're saying "no i think- i need you to-" but he cuts you off saying "you don't need me to do anything, you just need to be a good girl and get yourself off" and he wouldn't help until you're enough of a mess I'm so 😵‍💫🤕🤕🤕

I know you've said aster is so careful and angel would never get to the point where she needs to use her safe word but I'm a bit of a sucker for her just getting a little overwhelmed and needing to slow down for a minute 🤕 like they're trying something a little bit new and she's definitely down and then partway through he's being a little rough how she likes and it's just kind of a lot, she's not used to the position or whatever and right away he can tell her face changes so he's stopping and cupping her face in his hands saying in his most gentle voice "what's the matter baby?" and she shakes her head at first trying to brush him off but he's not letting it go when he can tell she's a little off so he says "I'm not doing anything until you let me know what's going on, hm? what's your color?" and she's biting her lip then says "maybe, um, maybe a little bit yellow? my leg was kind of hurting i don't know it was just a lot" and he's so serious saying "I'm sorry, I didn't realize it wasn't feeling good" and he kisses her forehead 🤕he's running his hands gently over her body to help her calm down and he says "wanna be done for the night? i can go run a bath-" but she cuts him off saying "no I don't want to stop I just need to maybe go a little slower or be in a different position I think" and he's soooo soft 🤕 kissing her face giving her time to calm down and he's so worried that he wasn't making her feel good 🤕 then when she's ready to get into it again he's all "are you sure? we don't have to if you're not feeling it" and she has to convince him she's okay 😭 then he's kissing her saying he's so proud of her for telling him how she feels and what she needs and using her colors 🤕 and then when he's sure she's ready to start up again he can't bring himself to be rough at all he just wants to hold her and be soft and gentle again and make her feel so good to make up for earlier 🤕

[districtunrest]

What do you think is entailed in a Victors responsibilities after winning the hunger games?

Do you have any headcanon?

Thank you so much.

@curiousnonny

well, we know the basic responsibilities: take your blood money with a smile and shut up. pick a talent, go on Tour, mentor. don't cause trouble. and then whatever else Snow needs of them - they know what'll happen if they don't.

Katniss doesn't spend much time as a typical victor beyond the Victory Tour - so we don't know, among other things, what mentorship really looks like behind the scenes. which is a shame, for world-building purposes, but also not, for plot purposes lol

even the talent thing seems to vary between victors. like Wiress & Beetee's talent seemed much more involved than most. whereas Katniss ostensibly sold her clothing line that Cinna made to rich buyers in the city (and Peeta his paintings*), it seems like Beetee worked with the government on occasion. iirc he updated their broadcast system or something, which made him invaluable in disrupting it during the war.

as for headcanon, I don't think every single victor with loved ones was prostituted. when Finnick says he wasn't the only one, somehow to me that implies it's not everyone either. I also don't think Snow would gift/sell them anyway after he killed their loved ones. that way, he can tell himself he was fair and simply honoring an agreement, no matter that it's coercion. particularly with Haymitch, killing off all of his leverage in one fell swoop was his way of saying you're not allowed loved ones anymore, period. (or at least, that's what he led Haymitch to think... it's not like he'd keep tabs after all these years. but that's getting into SOO territory 😈)

*plugging this story that explores that sad thought

[caffiene-fueled-fuckery]

Whumptober 2023 - Day 7: BSD (Kenji H/C)

Kenji hasn't eaten since the Agency obtained the page. When they leave him alone to guard it, he's on his last legs, but refuses to let them know, or let them down. But he can't keep up this act forever. When the group doesn't return after a number of hours, Kenji's body starts to give up.

No one noticed the dragging of his sandals down the Agency hallways. Not when they were so busy with cases that they themselves forgot to eat and sleep at times. But for the other agency members, food wasn’t an issue. Wasn’t a reminder or a burden or a trigger.  He didn’t mind, really. Or he would say he didn’t, the odd time anyone brought it up since he’d been at the ADA. But none of them got it, really. None of them understood how hard it was for him to eat. Not just on a normal day, with guilt constantly weighing on his mind, but during periods of heavy conflict when they might need him at any moment… 

It wasn’t an ego thing. He didn’t think he was that important. On the contrary, he never really understood why the rest of them cared about him so much. He was a monster, after all, capable of mass destruction. It was a confliction of fear of guilt all wrapped up in a smiling exterior. Make everyone happy and maybe they’ll like you. Maybe they’ll buy the show you put on every day… the fake smile and cheery voice. And so far… it was working. He didn’t know how and he didn’t know why. But it did. He had friends��no, a family—here. And he couldn’t mess it up.  They couldn’t find out how hungry he was. Couldn’t know that it had been almost a week of no food and therefore, no sleep. If they worried, his cover was blown. If his cover was blown, if they asked, if he saw the genuine worry on their faces… he’d break. And if he broke… he didn’t know if he’d be able to put himself back together again. He was blown glass with the looming threat of an earthquake—it was inevitable that he would shatter.  He just didn’t think it would be so soon.

Tanizaki had last messaged him five hours ago. He’s said they’d all be back soon. But as five hours and then six hours passed, his anxiety caused his legs to shake. Or at least, that’s what he told himself it was. Regardless of the cause, it surely didn’t help him as he paced the hallway in front of the Agency all afternoon and into the early evening, waiting for the rest of them to return.  They’d left him behind to guard the page, which was in a lockbox by the door. He was the only agent present. Sure, there were some clerks in the office itself, but they didn’t know what exactly was going on and were busy enough as it was. Besides, if anyone was going to get an update on the group’s whereabouts, it would be him. 

Six and a half hours.  Kenji’s stomach gnawed at him. He needed something more than water and coffee in his body, but he only clenched his teeth and dug his nails into his palms when each pang hit him. The ache spread to his head. He’d already snuck painkillers for a migraine that day, and if he took any more Yosano would definitely notice. 

Seven hours.

Kenji kept pacing. His vision swam, which didn’t help how he swayed with each step, but he continued anyway. He’d made a promise to the others. 

Seven and a half hours.

Kenji dry-heaved over a trash can. He clenched his eyes shut as his throat burned. There was blood caked under his nails. 

Eight hours.  He crouched next to the garbage can, desperately fighting lead eyelids. He needed to eat. He couldn’t eat. He needed to sleep. He couldn’t sleep. 

Eight and a half hours.

He’d made a promise to the others. He’d made a promise to the others. He’d… made a… promise… to the others…

Nine hours.  “Hey, Kenji. Kenji.”

He stirred. His eyes wouldn’t open.  “Kenji-kun, can you hear me?” It was a voice—a woman’s voice. Kyouka? No… Yosano? No… “Kenji-kun, please. Open your eyes.”

The panic in her voice was tangible. He forced his eyes open, the figure of a brown-haired woman fading in and out of focus. He barely croaked out her name. “Haruno-san?”

“Oh thank god. Yes, it’s me. What happened? I didn’t hear anyone come in—Hey, stay with me kiddo. Kenji-kun—”

Nine and a half hours.

A gentle touch prodding his head roused him from sleep once more. How long had it been? Where was he? What happened?

The high pitch of a woman’s voice broke through the cotton in his ears. “I dunno what happened! I came out to use the bathroom and he was just lying there. I was able to wake him up for a second and he recognized me, so that’s a good sign, right? He’ll be okay, right, Yosano?”

“Relax, Haruno.” A male voice reached him, too. It was muffled, but he could still make out the words. “Kenji will be fine. You did the right thing by calling me right away.”

Another voice, also muffled, spoke then. “What happened to him, Kunikida-san? Did someone hurt him…?”

“I don’t know, Atsushi. But he doesn’t seem to be injured from what I can see…”

The prodding of his head stopped and another woman’s voice rang out clear as day from directly beside him. “He’s not hurt. It doesn’t seem like he hit his head, at least not hard anyway, so it’s unlikely someone attacked him.”

“What could it be then, Yosano?”

Another voice cut her off before she could respond to Atsushi. It was faint, but her response sent ice through his veins. “I think I know what happened.”

Shuffling filled the silence as they moved towards the office door. She knew. Of course she’d know. Now what was he supposed to do?  “What is it, Kyouka?”  “I’ll be right back.”

Kunikida said nothing. Instead, it was Yosano who spoke, resting a hand on his arm. “Kenji-kun.”

He still fought to open his eyes, but his eyelids were heavier than they’d ever felt before. He needed so badly to sleep. Needed food. But he couldn’t let them know that.  Someone knelt at his other side, brushing his bangs from his eyes. “Kenji…”

He stirred slightly, moving his head to the side to face Kunikida.

“Can you hear me?”

Kenji nodded. 

Yosano spoke on the other side of him. “What happened while we were gone?”

“I dunno,” he rasped.

“You can’t remember?” Kunikida checked the pulse in his wrist. “Did someone hurt you?”

“No.”

“Then what was it?”

“Nothing…”

“Can you open your eyes for me please, Kenji?” Yosano changed the subject for a moment, sensing his discomfort. He struggled for a moment, but managed to look at her. She smiled a little, checking his eyes for signs of a concussion. “Am I blurry? Can you see me okay?”

He blinked a few times. “I can now.”

“Good. It doesn’t seem like you’re injured anywhere. Do you remember falling? Or hitting your head?”

Kenji looked away. “No.”

“Did you trip? Did someone push you?”

“No.”

“Were you not feeling well?”

Kenji’s shoulders crept towards his ears.  Yosano sighed. “Kenji-kun, you should’ve told us if you were feeling sick.”

“Well, I’m not sick exactly…”

“Then what is it?”

“It was nothing.”

“Honey, you fainted,” she said, brushing his bangs away again. “That’s not nothing.”

“No, no, it was. Really. It’s nothing to worry about.”

“Then why won’t you tell us what’s wrong?” Kunikida asked.

His chest fluttered with anxiety. “B-Because it’s… it’s nothing! Really.”

“We could ask Ranpo…” Atsushi suggested, giving a sheepish glance at Kenji. “He, should be back with the others any time now.”  Yosano shook her head. “No, no. Best to let him tell us when he’s ready. Let’s just wait for Kyouka to come back.”

“Where did she go anyway?”

Yosano held up a finger as she went to speak but was cut off by the door opening and the sight of Haruno and Kyouka filing back into the hallway.  Haruno brought a hand to her chest. “Oh, he’s awake! Thank goodness.”

Kenji watched in his periphery as Kyouka approached him and knelt at his side with something in her hands. Hesitantly, he turned to look at her. She didn’t smile, but the sincerity in her eyes said everything. “Hi.”

“Hi…”

“Are you okay?”

“Mm. I’m okay.”

“Liar,” she said gently, reaching out to him. “Here, I’ll help you sit up.”

His heart pounded. Liar.  “Is that okay?” she asked once he was steady. “Dizzy?”

“No.”

“Good.”

Kyouka reached down beside her and picked up whatever she’d brought back with her. Upon closer inspection, he realized what it was, and his heart sank. She stuck the straw in the juice box and held it out to him. “Here. Drink.”

He stared at it, then back at her. “Kyouka—”

“Drink.”

“But I’m… I’m okay. Really, I am.”

“No, you’re not.” Her voice was soft and non-accusatory, but still firm. 

“I—”

“Kenji, when was the last time you ate?” There it was. That question. That genuine concern. He swallowed hard, fighting the tears welling in his eyes. “Uh…” 

“That’s what I was afraid of,” she sighed. “You haven’t eaten since things got busy here, right?”

“Kyouka…” Kenji’s voice broke. “Please…”

“Kenji, you need to eat. Please. At least drink this.” She frowned as he shook his head, closing his eyes as the first tears fell down his face. His shoulders began to shake as he suppressed sobs. “Kenji…”

He shook his head again, his voice coming out strangled from holding back his cries. “I’m so sorry.”

“Oh, honey, no…” Yosano reached out a hand, letting it rest on his head. “Don’t be sorry.”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” He still strained to reign in his tears, but his chest continued to hitch with waves of repressed pain. “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.”

Atsushi’s voice was soft when he spoke. Reassuring. “It’s okay to cry, Kenji-kun.”

“N-No. I can’t.”

“Of course you can,” said Kunikida, rubbing the young detective’s back. “We all need to sometimes.”

“It’ll all—come—out. I can’t. I’m—sorry—”

Frowning, Kyouka leaned forward and wrapped her arms around the boy’s waist. She spoke in his ear, quiet enough for only him to hear. “That guilt isn’t yours to carry, Kenji. Cry if you need to.”

Broken sobs wracked the boy’s chest as he buried his face in Kyouka’s neck. His cries shook both of them, but she didn’t mind. Not if he was finally letting out a year’s worth of pain and guilt and shame. She just held on tight, letting his tears hit her skin until he couldn’t cry anymore, his heaving breaths turning to hiccups.  Ten hours.

[trixeraptops]

My second ever commentary post how fun

This time it's Enola Holmes 2

This is a live reaction so there is no context, suffer.

Warnings for swearing and all capsAnyways let's hop in the carriage and travel back to Victorian(?) England.

Ooh letter burning for the logo fun

Ok I doubt any of this is true don't lie to me bitch

Why is she running away from the police?What did she do

I will say she looks good

Yeah you should explain and I do remember you

Oh yay she opened a detective agency

Awww she kept Dash how cute

But didn't she give it Sherlock in the end of the last movie?

She forgot how sexist and ageist her time period is lmao

Hah they all just want Sherlock221B!!!!!

Trying not to draw attention, blows up a mailbox

Tewksbury is champion for change and progress I love it

Girl you have time for a little distraction you fucking tsundere

Chrysanthe-mum

Oh her agency is already shut down

2who is it

Aw a little girl she's so. Cute I love her scarf

Ooh the cinematic shot

Enola looks so out of place lol

I hope this is pro Bono I don't think this girl has much

Enola don't look so put off, not everyone is rich as you

Ew rat

We weren't sisters in the usual way, love that

It soesnt mean anything to the Lil one but to Mae it clearly does

Aw this is so sweet

The game is afoot Jesus your finding a missing person not hunting one

Changed her name to Hilda

They're looking for disease at the entrance omg

Bruv you're gonna get yourself and bessie in trouble bruv

That was smart tho

Ooh torn pages that's sus

She stole the pages?

Oh that woman has such a soft voice it's so pretty but I can't hear her

Mae definetely knows somethingMae was involves in the theft o.o

Haha 'young lady I'm afraid I'm married'

Damn she's in a bar and it's fucking rowdy in here

Mae is a showgirl isn't she?

She is

That was a fun jaunty number

The missing worked with Mae as a showgirl

Jesus Mae

Lol fake knife

False bottom! I knew she was a top lmao

It's a sappy romance poem

She ran away to marry someone didnt she?Ooh drama

Dun dunbdun mysterious blurred fellow in the background

Ew he's following her

He hid but he's very loud what is cane made of metal?

Sherlock! He's drunk

Lol roasted

His bullshit tips are everything

Now sh I'm thinking you should write that down

You shouldn't get so drunk ehen you have no way home write that down

Wait is she gonna live with her brother or is this is a John reveal?

Jesus christ he's really fucking observant even when drunk and hungover

I don't need tour help! But I'm still taking the food you offered

Don't speak with a mouthful

Tewksbury!!!

Ooh she sits where he walks to work so they can run jnto each other.

She looks so upset after making a joke

That was so awkward lmao

Feel a need?

It's a coded poem! Open mouth

She's so excited

You didn't have to say you don't sew bruv we get it your not like other girls

I doubt this case will get media coverage

The doors open o.o

Suspecious...But not as sus as her for breaking into someone's house

Oh this shows a struggle and abandonment

MAE she's dead!

This case just got alot more interesting

Inspector!

It'd mr.clangy

Sarah is wanted oof

Oh he tried to be respectful but superintendent is a bitch

I hate this guy I'm calling him mr.clangy forever now

Lestrade is so fucking calm, your boss just got punched in the gut

Hah he doesn't remember you bruv

Just a friendly visit cause your sis is running away from the cops

I cant I can't, maybe I can

He's such a fangirl omg

Damn she roof hopping

Shit she almost fell, she gone die

Wait what the fuck

Enola Holmes is turning all the men in England trans lol

I wonder if the cases are related

Wait Moriarty maybe?

I'm a slut for BBC Sherlock so forgive all the speculation that's purely based on BBC Sherlock, I know they aren't related

He has this walk

Grail

Immediate recognition lmao

AH VIOLIN

Enola looks weirded out

You tell Sherlock! She made it bout herself, she wants media attention not to help

Haha callback

He just walks past them lmao

I think Poppy might be a chick but I could be wrong

A hat! Dun dun dunnn

A TAPER CROWN HAT I KNEWBTHEY WERE RELATED

It's not a date it's a place!

Williams for reds not a Poppy at all

I'm going to a ball yay! Ew

Smh Enola

I love her cloak

Her dress is so pretty

Why is the music so sus when they light the cake

Lol the chaperone

She keeps forgetting what her society is like

Bitch you live here how do you forget this shit

He's actually leading Sherlock in a dance lmao

Oh she gone get caught

Tabitha Timothy lol

Fan language!!! Oh thats so clever and cute!

But she doesn't know fan language hahaha she immediately messed up

Omg Tewkesbury

Of course he's doing something with plants

This is so weird and cute i love their little relationship

Haha I love her

You're a man when I say soShe's such a bitch

She's a natural at dancing or maybe just with Tewksbury

What does that mean lmao

Don't touch the ginger cake!

Wait dance cards are an actual thing lmao

ID the writing ON SIGHT

TSUNDERE

jealous bitch

Cicely seems nice, she complimented Enola even if she had an outdated dress

Dislocated and I'll scream, ICON

He knows Bessie!

Ooh a secret meeting how funBunch of random letters returns

ITS MORIARTY OMG OMG

I LOVE THIS

I hope their as gay as the BBC

Oh my lord JUST SAY ITS ABOUT YOUR CASE

Not the police barging in

She gave him her evidence! How sweet

Cecily is the only one who looks concerned for her everyone else is making fun of her

Keep silent Enola!

Shut up mr.clangy no one likes you

Oh no he's gonna kill Bessie isn't he :(

His job is to kill match girls who are needling out the corruption?

Sexist

Oooh mr.clangy stopped Sherlock from getting her

Oof

POLICEMAN IS HIDING HIS HAND

Those fingerprints are blurry at best

Ohmygod I was typing the last line then Sherlock kicked a fucking sign and scared a cat

It's the jujitsu woman!

It's ok you can say it

Ew I don't like how that guard looked at Enola

Wtf whyd they push her into the center?They're gonna hang her? Or beat her? What?

IS IT HER MOM?!

No its jujitsu lady

AND HER MOM

Prison break bitches

Her mom really likes bombs huh

Carriage chase carriage chase

Theure giving people typhus or something

He's gonna jump on isn't heNot anymore lol

Mr.clangy you bitch stop shooting st them

You go girl

Holy shit he just broke their wheel

I hope the horses are all right

Probably are they disappeared with the crash

Fuck off you bitch

I LOVE THEM, I LOVE THEM OMG

HOLY TRINITY INDEED

DAMN HE GOING FOR THE KILL

THE CARRIAGE IS A BOMB

Genius

Aw they changed her into new clothes how nice

Her mother is initiating boy talk

He ain't my Boi

I love that's she's acknowledging her part in Enola self isolating

She's encouraging her to get allies ♡

I love these women

She just winked? Why?

Get a haircut as your parting word lmao

I knew it

They're killing the match girls by giving them typhus through the MATCHES

FUCK YES

And Sarah figured it out

She and Mae were expirementing eith it

Genius

They tested flies, mice, plants

Extraordinary I love them

She went to Tewkesbury!!!

His flat is filled with flowers and plants ♡♡♡♡

I love him

Yay their allies

Jealous bitch

IS CECILY SARAH?!

Shut up you awkward bruv

SHE IS

I FIGURED IT OUT MOTHERFUCKER

To be fair they spelled it out

TEWKESBURY YOUR NOT EVEN COURTING AND YIU DAID ILY

She sent Ily to William too

OHMYGOD I LOVE THIS

SHE HIT HIM

AAAHAHHHHHHH SHE RETUREND FEELINGS OMG OMG OMG

We live we laugh we love

Just tell em your a lord, I am, then they'll believe you omg

Sherlock!

The contempt in their voices I love this sibling dynamic

I knew they were connected I KNEW

Is that guy dead

He is

Mr.clangy

Moriarty is dead :(

Haha Tewkesbury

It's a set up!

Is Moriarty actually alive

He is

Ooh William thankyou for golding onto that

It's a letter isn't it

Nope map

Dora Dora Dora the explora

He can't fight lol

She's just beating him up until he pussies up and fights her

AH THEY KISSED

After she punched him multiple times lol

They're so cute

Secret treasure

SARAH!

She was wearing a wig this whole time damn

Uh oh they have to tell her he's dead

Aww poor Sarah ♡

Ew mr.clangy

BESSIE NO

YOU GO BESSIE BITE HIS ASS

SHERLOCK NO

Tewksbury is getting fucked up

Ooh but he's got a sword now

Fuck off clangy

Did Sherlock just kill someone?

How many bullets has he got? It's a small gun can't be too many

HAHA HE RAN OUT FUCK YOU CLANGY

ENOLA NO

Retractable knife for the win!

Ah shit she got knicked in the head real bad

Yes Tewkesbury fuck him up and get your girl

Shit clangy is dead Enola full ass killed him

Now that murder charge is valid

Sherlock you dramatic bitch

THE SOFT VOIXE WOMEN IS MORIARTY

WHAT A TWIST

I LOVE THIS

Go off queen! Tell him, dick him down verbally

Society creates yet another villain

For now at least, love thatOh no is the bad guy gonna win?

He paper burning is beautiful though

But the movie isn't over yet

Revolution!

Shut up boss man

Sometimes an inspiring speech doesn't work

At least not right away

Yiu go Bessie I love you girl

This is amazing I love this

I think this music was at the end of the other movie too

She runs her agency out of the fighting place now :)

Holmes and Holmes ♡♡♡♡

But I glad she refused

The running write that down gag ♡

They're gonna meet with jne another ♡

Ah they're so cute

MORIARTY ESCAPED O.O

I love them so much

Ohhhh the true part was Match Girl Strike that makes more sense

I thought I heard of match girls before

ENILA GOT HIM A FLATMAYE LMAO

IS THIS JOHN

IT IS OMG OMG OMG

I LOVE THIS SO MUCH

♡♡♡♡/5 I loved this movie

[diariesof-kg]

Liar.

2024_05_02

Let me not type this in a childish tone and attempt to review the seriousness of context at hand. I am actually smiling because one of my clients works with big time folks and I am always trying to get the tea. Anyways, so I lied about being on the phone in the morning. I explained why I did it and then apologized and said I was in the wrong. This is a small lie at that, but I can understand how small lies lead into bigger ones which creates this whole trust issue thing. I think what is so fascinating about humans is that we will never think the same or view things the same which causes the disagreements and arguments.

She asked me or rather told me that I am on the phone all day, as if in my thoughts it's a problem or something. I took it and saw fit to lie and say I didn't which she goes through my phone the following days and then tells me why. Now I got caught, so I explained the reason, just like I told my best friend the same story and the reason. So, after all of that I apologized and said I was in the wrong, in the midst of that I did mention how she has lied too. Now, when I lie its literally a white lie, and it never benefits me obviously. But usually I do lie about if I ate that day, but never where I am going or who I am with. So I lied about being on the phone, but as she scrolls, she can see it's with my friends and no one new. My best friend referred it too, when a kid lies because they are scared. I am a adult, so it would be weird to use that. But literally I was accused of sleeping on the phone with someone and I didn't. I think your brain rewires itself as things occur. It wasn't my intention to lie, but my brain literally goes to "oh shit, you telling me i've been on the phone all day in the morning and it's not with you." Now, we get past that. I apologize and explained it and so forth.

What gets me is that, she said, a big lie we can have a conversation and move forward but small lies, she doesn't like because of her past. Okay, got it. Might I remind you, she threw something back that I told her in my face, this has happened twice and yes, no for me. What gets me and grinds my gears, is it's starting to feel like, she is looking for things to find whats wrong with me, because of what happened months ago. Then turn around and say that she didn't lie and it was more of a omission. Withholding information, isn't lying? Oh wow. I--

Then as of today, we joking around, at which I will never joke around anymore. She asks "who I was available too" I said no one, but I took to long to respond so the jokes are now over. Then I said I'll send you a screenshot, she goes things can be deleted. Honeychild, you don't know me and my friends. We are the screenshot and history of holding on to shit. I still got the conversations from everyone I interacted with in my phone and even my old phones, in case a bish ask what occurred in 1900, Lol. I got over 10k photos and most need to be deleted, but it's so hard. Like, if I wanted to delete anything, wouldn't I have deleted the call log but I didn't clearly you could see the facts.

I need to seek a therapist though, I am over this Candy Cane incident but I am not. The fact that she lied and then had the audacity to make it seem innocent as if it's okay to be texting a ex whatever, like did you or did you not reply and did you or did you not refuse information that would of killed the interaction. I'll lie to people I don't care about, are you serious? Not telling your ex thing you are in a relationship is what? Why would someone make an advance and continue to regardless of you shutting it down. Like -- I need to scream. Like, and you didn't think how something like that could affect me and it's been months. But lordt bless it be the fruit, because I vowed never to speak about it again. Like, how lucky can you be to be forgiven and I don't joke around about it nor get upset with you period, but I-- don't respond now you don't trust me. Lol, God take the wheel. Listen I get it a lie is a lie, but honey child, I-- need people to understand that shit right there was the BIGGEST lie I had told in my face. I real life need to see a therapist. Like I am exploding inside because it's like oh shit Ke'Anna did this, but I digress. It's more of the fact that today the joke went sour and she usually has a face which means she's not joking anymore. And at that point, I am done joking around, because it's been other incidents, where I joke and she thought -- I am good, this is the alternative Ke'Anna, the one that no one likes at all, the one where everyone says I am too serious and never fun.

Like real shit, shouldn't I be worried, since she "handles things" behind my back with ex folks. Like I would never do no shit like that, that alone causes trust issues and I am not diverting away from the fact that I lied, because I was in the wrong, but I am more or less upset, because she lied and I didn't even flinch, I had to cry alone, cry to my sister and best friend. But honey child, when I tell you the type of bish I become, is the reason you never want to disrespect me in the first place. Especially on some ex type shit. But I'll take this L and we gon move past it, but I will tell you something, Ima screenshot all my calls and conversations everyday, because what folks aren't going to do is crucify me for a lie that was merely innocent. Say some shit and hang me dry, when you catch me talking to my exs, but matter of fact if I did, they'd know I was in a relationship and any disrespect I take care of that, but she already knows that.

Last part I was good after the conversation until today, now I am really pissed off, because here we go again.

On a positive note, I will say that, I am proud for listening to my partner at every moment there is a issue and finding a solution, that I disagree with but will do it for the sake of caring for someone and putting my mental last. And I proud of myself to be able to have conversations and apologize without merely making excuses and viewing my partners emotions at hand and genuinely being apologetic and facing the fact I am in the wrong. This is growth.

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[kyliafanfiction]

Can I ask what the point of your vicious, passive-aggressive "vague blogging" is? You can tell by the fact that literally no one ever likes your posts that everyone else is disgusted by it. It's insulting, condescending, and makes everyone who sees your posts uncomfortable. Consider stopping it. Or just post "privately" so no one else has to read your juvenile, middle school level attacks on other posters.

....can I ask why you care?

Secondly, I have to ask why you felt the need to put vagueblogging into scar quotes like that. It's a pretty established term on social media at this point.

Vagueblogging is a common thing, it's a form of venting/ranting. If getting likes was actually relevant (and I do get periodic likes on some of my posts, though generally not my venting posts). If I cared about the fact that I didn't get many likes on said posts, I'd have stopped a long time ago. And clearly it isn't everyone because I have 256 followers, and while some may be bots, I do try to cull bots who follow me pretty quickly. Which means presumably ~200 people don't find my posts that uncomfortable. (That, or they get off on being uncomfortable, and who am I to kinkshame?)

I do have to ask: What, if anything, on this blog, has ever convinced you I give two solitary shits if people like me or what I post? That popularity has ever concerned me as a general principle or target to am for?

Calling my vagueblogs insulting and condescending isn't even an attack, that's just a description of what many of them are. The whole point is that I'm annoyed by something, but I don't have the time, energy or inclination to take it up with someone directly. (Hence why I rarely name names, hence the whole point of a vague/nonspecific blog) Often because, while it annoys me, it doesn't bug me that much. (I am very easy to annoy, much harder to upset). If I took my annoyance out on the cause every time, I'd be at it 36-hours a day, nine days a week.

So to save my sanity, and to not make my easy-annoyance everyone else's problem, on my own, personal blog, I make vagueblogging and nonspecificblogging, etc type posts. Where I (almost) never name names and try to avoid spilling into the tags of the relevant ship/character/fandom/etc, so I don't go clowning in someone else's house. The point is to get the thought out of my head, and move on with my day. Which, frankly, usually works. (sometimes, it doesn't, and the thought lives in my head rent-free all day).

The thing about your message, anon, is that this doesn't really speak to your maturity, regardless of your beliefs that my comments are 'juvenile' and 'middle school level'. if my comments make you so uncomfortable, you should stop following me. One of the hallmarks of maturity is knowing that you aren't comfortable and setting boundaries - or in this case, leaving. My blog is my space, and while you can reblog me over specific points, or request that I tag triggers, or the like, and I can respond as appropriate from there, blanket requests that I stop are not setting boundaries for yourself, but trying to control and corral my behavior. Such requests must be submitted, as outlined under the current version of the Rules of the Crazy Train™ (v2.02)

all requests for @kyliafanfiction to shut up (or variations thereof) must be properly stamped and sealed by the ‘I Don’t Care What You Think™” Department, and the “It’s My Blog I’ll Say What I Want™” Desk. Then you must present your request, in triplicate, to the “Do You Really Think This Will Work?™” Office, which is located in the seventh basement, behind the stairs and through the trapdoor that’s guarded by a rabid tiger. Once it is received, it will be handed over to our specially trained team of infinite monkeys to copy out fifteen more times, buried in a snow bank for six years, and then dug out and finally, a formal advisory opinion will be issued by our “Director of No™­”.

So as you can see, your request that I stop simply can't be accepted as presented.

If I make you or whoever else you speak for all that uncomfortable, please, please leave. Unfollow me, block me, blacklist my username. I highly encourage you to do so. I certainly can't be held responsible for you choosing to come into my house, as it were, and looking at my content when you are under no obligation or requirement to do so.

THAT SAID, if you if decide to remain here, I would love to hear specifics about what vagueblogging-type posts I made that pissed you off so much you decided to don sunglasses, turn yourself into a little grey ball and send me this message, because then I can make sure to make more of those posts.

The way I see it, either it drives you away and you leave/block me/etc (I win) or you send me more hate (I win), or you annoy me enough that I block you (I win).

I see no downsides for me here.

So please, anon, enlighten me. I am fascinated by your choice to send this message, and it has genuinely made my day brighter.

Send Me Your Hate

Oh, and 4/10. I'm in a good mood, so I'll grade your amateurish pseudo-concern trolling better than the rehashed, recycled and tired arguments you're using really deserves.

[rendevousz]

niagara falls of blood?

avengers x fem!teen!reader

summary: pretty much what the title is, you on your period

warnings: your moodswings ig

word count: 2765

"rise and shine, y/n!" you hear an annoying voice sing just as the lights flickered on. you grumbled something inaudible, hiding underneath your blanket to shield yourself from the brightness that steve just brought upon your room.

"y/n/n, come on. wakey-wakey!" you groan, feeling super unmotivated to train today. you even felt like punching steve in his perfect-looking face just for waking you up at the crack ass of dawn. this was unusual because you loved jogs before the sun came up and trainings before it hit noon.

"steve, if you don't shut the hell up right now, i'm gonna push you into that lake beside our usual jogging route."

"jeez, y/n, woke up on the wrong side or what?" he teases, finally leaving once he saw you were already sitting up. you groggily walked to the bathroom to wash your face and brush your teeth before changing into your workout clothes.

"no!" you whine when you saw that you were on your period. that's why you were in a crappy mood when steve woke you up. you begrudgingly dressed up after putting on a pad, grabbing a small towel on the way out.

like you did every morning, you were gonna go on a run with steve, bucky and sam. while you loved running, you hated how steve and bucky "cheated" —as you and sam liked to call it— with their super soldier staminas. that was why you loved having sam there. not only was he great company but he was also moral support because you two would always be hilariously overtook by steve and bucky multiple times. but that didn't matter because you two would always be completely immersed in your conversations every time.

but not today though. you already knew today was going to be different. you had gotten a bad start to the day with steve's and your usual morning routine which somehow annoyed you this one time. and having to run around with your cramps definitely didn't help lighten your mood.

"kid, you okay?" sam asks from your right side. you'd been silent throughout the whole run and sam knew something was up when you didn't laugh at his jokes like how you usually would. "just cramps. they're hurting a lot so i'm probably gonna skip training today." you explain and he slowed down his pace causing you to slow down too since you always had to run side by side.

"y/n/n, you should probably stop now if you're having cramps. it might make it worse—i think? i don't know, actually. i don't know how periods work but i know cramps hurt a lot so i think you should stop. yeah, you should stop." his rambling speech made you feel a bit better now knowing he wants you to take care of yourself. "you know what? yeah, i think i'm gonna go. sorry i have to leave you with the two cheaters."

he smiled at you, telling you not to worry about it. you were touched and your mood significantly brightened but before you could reply him, rhythmic footsteps echoed from a distance from behind you two and you knew what was coming.

"on your left."

before steve and bucky could just pass by peacefully like they did the past nine times, you managed to throw a punch to steve's side, effectively slowing him down when he stumbled and then completely stopped. "what gives, y/n?!" bucky then stopped too, wanting to know what was up.

"that's for this morning." you glared at him and he looked at you in confusion, holding onto his side where you punched him. though you were significantly smaller than he was—than any of them were, really—, you could definitely throw a punch. speaking of punch, you gave him another on his other side and he flinched, giving you an incredulous look, one that resembled betrayal.

"and that's for being a cheater." you narrowed your eyes at him. "oN yOuR LeFt." you mocked him, rolling your eyes before ultimately leaving the trio to walk back to the tower. they looked at your fading figure and exchanged looks with each other in confusion. "what...what just happened?"

"y/n's on her period so we gotta be careful with her." sam explained and steve being steve, his cheeks tinted slight pink as the thought slightly embarrassed him.

"period? you mean the niagra falls of blood," bucky states, taking a long sip out his water bottle. sam rolled his eyes at this but nodded anyways. "also, she doesn't want training today so unless any of you have a death wish, don't call her down for anything other than for food, got it?"

"yes, sir."

"got it."

-

"you do it,"

"i don't want to, you do it."

"can one of you just do it? why don't you guys want to wake y/n up?" nat stopped bucky and steve's little argument as she turned away from the stove for a bit. "you two love waking her up and carrying her down to eat. what happened?"

"womanhood happened," steve mumbled bitterly, rubbing his sides where you hit him this morning. apparently you had hit him hard enough to bruise a little. nat rolled her eyes in realisation. "period?"

"no, no, not period. satan's montly ritual inside of y/n. you should've seen her this morning, nat. it was like she was possessed!" steve exaggerates. "okay, let's not be dramatic here," bucky rolls his eyes at his best friend. steve only looked at him with fear in his eyes and bucky sighs. "fine, i'll do it. but if i don't return, tell sam he still can't have my snacks. no one can have my snacks."

nat only shakes her head before turning back to the stove to finish cooking lunch.

meanwhile, bucky was making his way up to your room. deep down he was scared to face you after your episode in the morning. "y/n/n? doll, it's lunch." he spoke when he entered your room. he melted when he saw you all snuggled up in bed, asleep, hugging your life-sized teddy bear that tony gifted you last christmas.

"doll? time to eat," he whispered, gently shaking you awake. you slowly opened your eyes to see bucky sitting on your bed, trying to wake you up from your nap. "what time is it?" you asked, rubbing your eyes, your lips jutting out subconsciously. bucky internally cooed at how adorable you looked. "it's afternoon, you skipped breakfast so nat wants you to eat lunch." he tells you.

"tell her i'm sleepy," you said, adjusting yourself back under the blanket. "y/n/n, you gotta eat. nat's gonna kill me if i go back down there without you." he shakes you again and you look up at him with you doe eyes. "then don't go back down. cuddle me, jamesie!" you pouted, giving him your best sad puppy look.

he had a brief internal battle with himself before losing and giving in, slipping next to you and hugging you, providing you warmth that even your blanket couldn't provide. bucky knew nat would have his head but how could he say no to that adorable face? and you using his real name? ultimate weakness.

soon, you were back asleep, cuddling up to him. he smiled down at you, loving how peaceful you seemed when you were sleeping. and before he knew it, he too fell asleep.

-

"what's taking him so long?" nat huffed and steve's jaw dropped slightly, looking at her in worry. "who's telling sam he can't have bucky's snacks?"

"don't be ridiculous, steve. go get them or i'm telling sam he can't have your snacks too." steve sighs, getting up from the barstool and making his way up to your room.

safe to say he was expecting pretty much anything but the sight of you and bucky asleep, cuddled up to each other. steve's lips jutted out and he cooed at you both. he snapped a quick picture before approaching you two, sitting on your bed beside your sleeping figure.

"y/n/n? sweetie, you need to eat." he says softly as he shook you awake. the shaking seemed to wake bucky up too and when your eyes fluttered open, steve smiled down at you. "bubba? it's lunch," he looks over at bucky in disappointment for having fallen asleep when he had a task. bucky only shrugs his shoulders as if saying 'hey man, i had no choice'.

"stevie?" you groaned out and he smiled. "come on, let's go have lunch, nat is waiting downstairs." he tries to get you to sit up but you resist. "come sleep, stevie," you pulled the same trick you did with bucky and it's no surprise the blond super-soldier fell for it too. everyone had a soft spot for you.

steve laid next to you and you're then sandwiched between two super-soldiers, already falling back asleep in just seconds.

"you know nat's gonna kill us, right buck?"

"then let her try. we can use y/n/n to get out of it. i mean, can you even recall the last time anyone said no to that adorable face?"

"sam says no to her sometimes."

"yeah but he always ends up feeling bad so,"

"okay yeah, you're right."

"that's exactly why we're stuck in this situation, right dear ol' stevie? so i say we just sleep and if nat tries to scold us, we'll technically be under y/n/n's protection because nat won't scream in our faces in front of her."

"good call. night, buck."

"night, steve."

-

"i can't believe i sent two super-soldier idiots to go wake up y/n on her period. i didn't think they meant it literally when they were afraid they weren't gonna come back." nat paces around the kitchen and wanda watches in amusement. it had been almost a whole hour since bucky was sent to get you and thirty minutes since steve was sent to do so too and both men hadn't returned with you for lunch.

"do you really think y/n/n is having a temper tantrum or something and those idiots are caught in the middle of it?" nat asks and wanda shook her head. "i doubt. y/n can get a little cranky but only if provoked. y/n on her period is overall a sweetheart like she always is. maybe steve was being annoying this morning. i mean, he always is annoying during morning jogs because he always has to announce when he overtakes us." wanda rolls her eyes at the fact.

"okay, you know what? come with me to get them. i mean with our joint forces, there's no way we're going to get sucked into whatever those idiots did. let's go,"

nat didn't give the younger woman a chance to reply before she's storming upstairs to your room and wanda had no choice but to rush along.

-

"well? are we going to wake them up or what?" wanda asks nat, not taking her eyes off the adorable sight she was met with right as she entered your room.

"i want to get mad at steve and bucky for not waking her up because she hasn't eaten yet but somehow i can't." nat states, looking like she's having an existential crisis.

"well, no lunch for these three, i guess. they better have dinner though or i'm actually going to get mad. let's go, wands." nat closes your door, but not before snapping a pic of you three cuddled up and sending it to the group chat.

nat: [attached photo]

peter: OMG SHE LOOKS SO TINY AND ADORABLE SQUISHED IN BETWEEN THOSE TWO 🥺🥺🥺

tony: IS THAT SAFE? CAN MY BABY EVEN BREATHE PROPERLY?????? NAT WHY ARE YOU JUST LETTING IT HAPPEN

wanda: stark, she's fine

thor: aw, i hope lady y/n gets all the rest she needs. she looks peaceful 🥰

clint: wait no fair i wanna cuddle her too 🥺😭

sam: dang it does this mean i still can't have bucky's snacks

bucky: stay away from my snacks.

-

"look who finally decided to show." you hear tony tease when you finally came down to dinner.

after waking up an hour prior, you woke up the two super-soldiers sandwiching you by pushing them off your bed. they couldn't even be mad at you when you had burst out in contagious laughter at your own stunt, before leaving to let you wash up.

"how are you feeling, sweetie?" bruce asks you as you sat in between him and tony on the dining table. "i'm good, bruce, why do you ask?"

"we've been hearin' a lot about you today, cupcake." tony winks at you before continuing to eat his food. you pout at him. "bad things?"

"no, no, no, not bad things, never bad things. you're the sweetest little cupcake and everyone loves you. now eat your food," tony pretends to make an angry face at you and you listen to him, smiling as you do so.

after dinner, you decided to lounge in the common room for a bit to watch tv and thor, clint, wanda and sam decide to join you.

"what are we watching?" sam asks as he plops down next to you on the couch. "i don't know, i'm kinda in the mood to watch my little pony." you quipped happily. "my little pony? that stupid ponies cartoon where the purple unicorn has magic and becomes a princess?"

"it's not stupid," you muttered under your breath, suddenly getting upset that he thought my little pony was stupid. "if you guys don't want to watch, i guess we can watch whatever you want." you told the rest who were already seated, a sad expression on your face.

"bubs! of course we want to watch it! right, sam?" wanda glares at sam as she asked him through gritted teeth. "y–yes! yes, we'll watch my little pony!" he replies quickly. "okay!" you cheer, leaning back against the couch as you turned the show on.

after an episode was done, you seemed to have gotten the others hooked on it because they asked for another episode. well, except for sam because he decided one episode was enough and it was time to sleep so he left.

"okay," you giggled, happy that they liked the show. "but i'm going to go get my snacks first." you walked to the kitchen to quickly get your bag of pretzels from the pantry. you were pretty sure it was the period moodswings that were causing your emotions to be all over the place because you cried. you cried because you were so excited to go get your snacks, only to find that it had been stolen.

you trudged back into the living room with a tear-stained face and wanda immediately stands up. "bubs, what's wrong?" she held both your shoulders as she looked down at you. you hiccup. "i–i think pete took my pretzel sticks." you pouted to try keep the incoming tears at bay but they managed to drop anyways.

"i'll kill him," clint stands up, hands held out in a fighting stance. "how dare he steal y/n/n's snacks." wanda rolls her eyes at his antics and gives him a look that tells him to back down.

"lady y/n," thor calls from his spot on the couch. you turn to him. "i have a stash of poptarts if you want?" he offered and as kind as his intentions were, you only wanted your pretzel sticks. you dropped down to the floor, staring silently into nothing.

"y/n," clint places a hand on your shoulder, trying to get you to get up but you didn't. you looked up at him with a small pout and glossy eyes and he cracked. "alright, thor, come with me to the grocery store. we're getting y/n/n's snacks,"

thor immediately gets up, following clint out the door. you couldn't believe that the avengers' own archer and god of thunder were willing to go out just to buy you snacks.

twenty minutes later, they came back with bags of different snacks but most importantly, your pretzel sticks. you ran to them, giving them the biggest hug you could give, prompting chuckles and hair ruffles from them. "anything for you, kiddo."

despite having just gotten your snack, you fell asleep ten minutes into the next episode and thor goes to carry you back to your room. he sets you down gently on your bed, pulling your blanket up so that you were warm.

"sleep well, lady y/n." he kisses the side of your head before leaving. and sleep well you did because you had an awesome family take care of you.

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Hi! Just here to say I adore your Modern AU with all my heart cause the crew was just taken away from us way too soon </3 I also saw your Claggor x reader work and wondered if you would write a Mylo x reader one too? Preferably in the Modern AU and you can decide if it’s already dating or getting together <3

Oh man. You guys don't know how many Mylo x Reader ideas I have just sitting in my drafts. I make them when I cry about the huge lack of content for him, not to mention how much slander this guy gets. Therefore, this post sounds more like a long scenario told in headcanon form in order to feed every Mylo stan for a while, I mean this is Brainrot Buffet for a reason ;-;

Notes: Fluff, mild mention of Cupcakke

---

Mylo x GN!Reader Headcanons (Modern AU)

Mylo needs someone patient and forgiving, someone willing to be open-minded whenever he says something not everyone's ready to hear, and takes time to understand why he is the way he is

People weren't so kind to him as a kid; He learned at a young age that the world doesn't give a fuck about you, so it's best not to give a fuck in return and flip it off (this is why middle fingers are his favorite symbol)

He shields himself by becoming a sarcastic loudmouth with an egotistic exterior — AKA a person who doesn't have a lot of friends outside his own siblings

In short, it's gonna take some time for Mylo to truly warm up to you

You befriended him after the two of you got paired up for a group project; Spending a while on it together made him realize that you two get along well, so he decided to continue annoying talking to you afterwards

He'd have an easier time opening up talking to someone just as opinionated and snarky as he is; Bonus points if you're non-judgemental, don't take his words too seriously, and know when to tell him to shut up

Ngl, he was expecting you to stop talking to him when he says something in front of you that's considered "controversial" by social standards (that's actually a good word to describe him: controversial but correct)

One day, he whispered to you that a pretentious classmate's violin playing was shit despite the entire class excessively praising them for their "talent"

Mylo realized what he said too late and immediately froze, mentally cursing himself for potentially losing ANOTHER new friend

Then, he heard you snort, and GIGGLE

You whisper back trying to suppress your wide grin, "I thought I was the only one thinking that!"

That day marks the start of Mylo gradually allowing himself to let his walls down for you

---

Once he gets comfortable as friends, Mylo doesn't hesitate to tease you every chance he gets; You'll often have friendly banter and jokingly roast each other (He's going easy on you though, he's not as unhinged as he is with Powder)

You both learned how to skateboard together, buy bagels and soda from local delis after school, sneak onto the school's rooftop to draw vulgar imagery and Mylo's face on the walls, have karaoke nights on his laptop in his room, etc.

Constantly sends you Snaps and DMs you on Discord/Insta, spamming you with weird memes or TikToks he thinks you'll like; Added you to the Vander Crew Discord server where he makes you join voice chats with him, both of you staying up late to talk about anything and everything

During class work hours, lunch periods, subway rides to and from school, or when you're doing homework together, he shares his airpods with you so you can both listen to stuff on Spotify

He puts on Cupcakke at max volume just to try getting you to laugh in the middle of class; "D**pth***t" starts playing on his airpods and he just grins at you while wiggling his eyebrows

He keeps tons of pictures of both of you on his phone; Sometimes he'll find himself looking at your pics for a few seconds too long, causing him to get flustered and immediately put his phone away

He'll always bug you to hang out with him and his siblings + Ekko; Gets jealous the moment you start talking with Powder a lot (cuz who wouldn't wanna be friends with her???); Becomes super petty and argues with a CHILD in front of you

Will ABSOLUTELY throw hands if anyone tries to pick on you, and uses his gift of verbal savagery to make people cry if he has to; If you scold him for it, he'd be all, "What??? They had it coming!"

In return, whenever people try to "cancel" Mylo, you're always there to defend him and defuse situations which often means grabbing his ear and dragging him away; His honesty is something you love about him, but sometimes he just doesn't think before he speaks (which causes him to be HUGELY misunderstood by a lot of people)

---

He's probably already liked you for a long time, but it takes a while for him to realize he's caught feelings and would need someone to directly point it out to him

And that someone was Ekko

Mylo was making obnoxious kissy-faces behind Ekko as he was talking to Powder, and once she left Mylo called him a simp

Ekko: Well look who's talking, I'm not the one making googly eyes at Y/N all the time 🤨🤨🤨

Vi and Claggor back up Ekko, saying they've always been sus at how Mylo's much softer and friendlier to you in comparison to his "badass" persona

Mylo tries so hard to deny it despite his cheeks and ears burning bright red

Claggor comments, "Denial is the first step towards acceptance, Mylo"

After a day of mulling over it, he begrudgingly accepts his fate as a simp

---

The process of the two of you getting together can be described with two words: Slow. Burn.

Mylo's really curious to know if you think of him the same way, but is aware that coming on too strong might cost him his friendship with you

And again, he's never been in a relationship before, so he knows he's gonna fuck up by rushing and going into this blind

His behavior towards you doesn't really change after realizing his feelings, except for the fact that he flirts with you more often

The way you can tell Mylo is flirting is by observing what he does; His actions speak much louder than his words (which are also loud but you get the point)

For example, you'll be the only person he'll share his food with; He steals stuff from the cafeteria cuz the school lunches barely give kids enough to eat, and does his best to get two things instead of one if he can

Like he'll tap your shoulder and wordlessly take your hand to place a small muffin on your palm, expectantly waiting for you to eat it ;-;

Doesn't know how to comfort you emotionally, but will listen to you rant and take you out to do something with him to get your mind off it, or lifts your chin with his finger so you can watch him wiggle his brows while making funny faces at you

Becomes more touchy-feely with you: Grips your hand whenever you're walking down busy sidewalks, does that thing where he yawns and drapes his arm around you, lets his knee touch yours when sitting next to you, etc.

Develops a habit of resting his forehead on your shoulder, especially when he's exhausted; Also allows you to sleep on his own whenever you're riding the subway or a bus

His love languages are physical touch (giving) and words of affirmation (receiving)

All this guy needs is a genuine compliment or words of encouragement; Feels his stomach turn into mush when you tell him you think he's cute for the first time

It's cuz people always slandered him for his appearance: They call him Vegeta hair, shit for brows, paintbrush, Mylo admits they're pretty creative

Hearing you say he's actually not as ugly as people think reroutes his brain and boosts his confidence (and unfortunately ego) so much

---

It becomes a little obvious to others that you've developed feelings for each other, but are too scared of being rejected; You both end up pining over one another for a long time (months, years, your choice)

The breaking point occurs one day when you were having karaoke night in Vander's family car

You're both taking a breather and laughing after having finished energetically jamming out to a song when Labrinth's "I've Never Felt So Alone" starts playing on Mylo's phone

He notices what song this is and quickly sits up to change it; He secretly listens to sappy music but has an image to uphold (Fun Fact: He listens to this song specifically because it makes him think of you)

You stop him before he can reach his phone

You: I didn't know you listened to Labrinth.

Mylo: And you were NOT supposed to know, so lemme just—

You: What? No way I love this song! And it's the extended version?? Niiiccceeee

Mylo: Shut up... Thesongwastooshortok?

You chuckle as his response, and silence falls between the two of you as the bass fills the car

You're staring out the window at the colored lights and bustling people inside Vander's bar, ignorant of how Mylo's leaning against the steering wheel, blissfully admiring your face under the streetlight

You look back at him, noticing he's staring at you, yet he doesn't break eye contact

You then ask him if he's alright and if there's a problem with your face

Mylo doesn't respond, a beat passes before he slowly turns his body to you, biting his lip thinking that what he's about to do is STUPID, but this shit has gone on for too damn long and he needs to know now or never

He leans in close, just stopping inches away from your face; Despite the dim lighting from outside, you can see his pupils quickly flicker from your mouth and back up to your own

Mylo: The problem with your face is that my lips aren't on yours.

You are shocked; Pickup lines are a form of humor between the two of you but he was never this bold or looked this serious; In your mind you're like "DAAAYYUUUMMM okay, okay... I can dig this"

So you gently tug on the collar of his hoodie to pull him closer, feeling his quickened breathing against your cheeks as his ears become redder with each second

You: So... are you gonna fix said problem or nah?

Upon hearing you say that, Mylo gets the cutest, wide-eyed look on his face as his mouth hangs agape a little

And that's how you two end up awkwardly yet passionately making out in the car; He apologizes for his nose hitting your eye but you assure him it's alright, pulling him in to kiss him again

That's until Vi and Powder come out Vander's bar to tell you both to get back inside

Powder innocently mistakes the sounds of you groaning in pain after Mylo bit your lip too hard as both of you having a fight

Powder: VANDEEERRRRR!!!! MYLO'S HURTING Y/N!!!!!!!

Mylo: NO IT'S— IT'S NOT WHAT YOU THINK!

Vander: Mylo...

Mylo: POWDER YOU LITTLE SH—

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Yours, Mine, Ours: Chapter 18

Single-Dad!Chris Evans X Single-Mom!Reader

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Series Summary: Your husband Caspian Richardson Senior died while serving in the military, so you move your three sons to Boston, MA. Where you meet an actor and his sweet daughter.

Chapter Summary: Bus ride!

Series Warnings: Death of a spouse/parent, divorce of parents,

Chapter Warnings: Bullying.

Chris knew the boys were iffy about him. He didn't blame them, he'd be the same way if he was in their shoes. But he wants them to like him, he doesn't want to become their dad. No he doesn't want to replace Senior but he really likes you and understands nothing will work out if the children aren't happy. He's talked to June about, though aging the conversation down a little compared to what you may say to your kids.

Juniper never seemed to have a problem with it. Then again all she heard was you're getting brothers. Chris hopes the boys can warm up to him but it's still early you and Chris have only been on 6 dates. He's just hoping for the best. His priority is his daughter though, but having a mother figure in her life would be beneficial.

A part of him understands that he can take care of her on his own. He's been doing it for years. But eventually he'll have a hard time. He's dreading having to teach her how to shave her legs, or about periods. He's not uncomfortable over the topics he's just uneducated. He shakes from his thoughts when he hears June walk into the kitchen.

"Daddy can we go sledding?" She asked him.

"Uh I'll have to find your sled but sure." He smiled at his baby girl.

"Yay! Can I ask Caspian to sled too?" She asked.

"Well I'm not sure if school is over for him but if he's out you can invite him."

"Yay!" She then ran off to go get ready. Chris smiled shaking his head.

"Be careful Junebug!"

———

Caspian glared at the boys on the bus. Their words hit harder than he'd ever admit. This kind of thing, bullying was rare on army bases. He isn't used to teasing. Sure kids got into fights but this verbal.

Caspian would be fine if it wasn't. His dad told him never to throw the first punch but always throw the last.

"What going to go cry to your daddy? Oh wait you can't." One of the boys said. Caspian sighed clenching his fists.

"Shut up."

"What are you going to do?"

"You don't wanna know." Caspian answer looking out the window. He sighed reaching up to take his dog tags in his hand.

"What're those?" The boy asked reaching for them. He tried pulling off of Caspian but it didn't work. Caspian grabbed his hand standing up.

"They're dog tags. My dad's dog tags, so you lay one more finger on them and I will break it." Caspian glared. Now he couldn't actually break a finger but they don't know that.

"Fine sorry." The boy sassed as Caspian sat down tucking the dog tags into his shirt. The bus stopped and Caspian walked off of it. He could see his brother's bus not far down the street. He wishes his dad was here. He knows what he'd say and everything.

"Junior you can't let them get you down, they won't amount to anything and they know that so they have to drag everyone around them down too."

Caspian put on a smile as his brothers climbed off the bus. Both brothers came running off the bus, arguing over something.

"Nope you're wrong soccer is better than baseball. Cause soccer is interesting to watch. Baseball is just a bunch of people running in a circle." Connor argue.

"You can't even used your hands in soccer!" Jace argued. Caspian didn't but in he just let them continue but guided them in the direction of home.

"Yeah but at least we don't have the chance of hitting people with metal bats."

"Well there's more states with baseball teams than states with soccer teams!"

"Actually theirs the same amount of States with teams. Just some states have multiple teams." Caspian butt in.

"But baseball is america's favorite pass time!"

"Here I'll google how many team's there are." Caspian grab a his phone searching it up. "There are 30 baseball teams in the United States while there are only 19 soccer team's in the states."

"Hah see there's still more baseball teams!"

"Well I bet if we included the whole world there would be more soccer teams!"

"Okay I'll google it. So there are 30 major league Baseball teams, all in the USA. And 28 major league soccer teams."

"What!" Connor pouts. "Soccer is still better."

"No baseball is!"

"You're both wrong Football is the best sport. There are 32 nfl team's." He could mention that hockey is technically tied with football with the number of teams but he didn't. Since none of them played hockey. Though Connor loves watching hockey. It was just rare to find a team on bases so he's never played plus isn't good at skating just yet. "Plus the army and navy play football."

"Whatever."

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Hello, Your Parents Want Me To Have Your Babies

PAIRING: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

SUMMARY: Melina, my workplace’s neighbour, wants to set me up with her daughter.

I'd only ever hear about Natasha every couple of weeks, when her adoptive father, the mechanic that owned the garage workshop beside my father's cafe slash bar, met up with my uncle for beers one day last year. Ever since then, our families have been loosely intertwined, friendly but not too close. Alexei fixed my mom's wrecked car for a cheap price, in return I let his youngest daughter Yelena have free coffees whenever she pops over.

From what my father told me, Alexei's entire family, including his wife, were all involved in the family business of repairing cars, except for his eldest daughter: Natasha, who turned out to be an FBI agent living in Quantico. Dad says they're proud of her but they miss her.

"(Y/N)," my brother calls from the kitchen. I put down my phone and find him balancing three plates of sandwiches and a salad in his spindly arms.

He opens his mouth to explain the orders, but I cut him off.

"Alexei," I say, pointing to the bacon and egg sandwich. "A salad for Melina. The tuna and tomato roll is Yelena's. Did they want drinks?"

Peter nods. "Four coffees and a large bottle of water, they already have them."

I ruffle his hair to thank him and grab the plates, balancing the third on my forearm until I can place it on a tray. I carry it outside, years of waitressing practice keeping it balanced, and head towards the garage.

"Melina?" I call. Moments later the raven haired woman slips out of the office and smiles. She yells something in Russian that causes Yelena to slide out from under a silver BMW, covered in black grease. Alexei appears moments later wielding a spanner.

They hound me for their orders, gratefully patting my shoulder and carrying their food away to their separate stations. Yelena disappears into the shadows with her sandwich, and her father to his desk, but Melina simply brightens and says, "(Y/N), have you heard? Natalia is visiting."

"Yes!" Alexei yells around a mouthful of bread. "Family, reunion! Grandbabies!"

Melina hisses something in their mother tongue. I laugh, and then ask if Natasha was bringing her kids, though I wasn't aware she had any.

"He means nothing of it, Natalia is focused on work at the moment. Too focused, I think. No babies. No partner."

"Tell her about her penthouse!" Alexei encourages.

Melina flaps a hand at him in irritation. "Yes, well, she has broken up with Bruce, the shy scientist from work. And then Sharon, charming field operative, also from work. And now she refuses to date. Because of work."

I chuckle nervously. "Where are you going with this?"

Melina smiles innocently. "Nowhere. What happened to your last girlfriend, again? Your father mentioned something about . . ."  The look in her eyes is enough to egg me on, though the subject is one I rarely speak of these days.

Rubbing the back of my neck, I say, "Carol left to travel Europe."

"Shame," she nods sympathetically. "You don't seem bothered. Are you not looking for a relationship?"

"Not actively, but I'm sure another troublemaker will find me. I don't have a good track record of steady relationships," I admit.

"Neither does Natalia!" Alexei shouts.

"Oh!" I say. "Does she want Carol's number? Or my friend Harley, she's not looking for commitment."

Yelena snickers. Alexei frowns. Melina chuckles. "No, no, Natalia needs someone she doesn't work with, and you need someone serious, and we need grandbabies before we die, since Yelena neglects it."

I flush a bright red. "Grandb— I'm— okay, first of all, neither of us have the equipment for that—"

"Neither did Dad," Yelena pipes up, referring to the fact that she and her sister were adopted.

"Hey!"

"(Y/N)!" Peter calls, rounding the corner. "Ned's coming over to pick me up, we need to finish our physics project. Uncle Ben should be here soon, can you manage the bar until he gets here?"

I jump onto the excuse and yell back affirmation, say a quick goodbye to Melina before speed-walking back to the cafe.

Peter leaves with Ned soon after, and Ben arrives at around the same time. I move to the kitchens while he takes over serving our regulars, as he's friendlier with them than me.

I work on making more sandwiches and tapas meals until four, when my shift ends. I kiss Uncle Ben on the cheek and head home.

The smell of paprikash greets me as I unlock the door to my apartment, which I guess means that my roommate is home. I call out a hello to her and head to the shower.

I groan happily as the hot water rains down on my front. I close my eyes and lean my head back, thinking over how strange the day had been, and lose myself in a trance of relaxation.

"(Y/N/N)!" Wanda barges in. I jump and almost slip grabbing the shower curtain to cover my body as I peek out at her.

"I'm naked," I hiss.

She ignores me and holds up two clothes hangers. "Pantsuit or dress?"

I push my wet hair out of my face. "Uh, are you bar-hopping with Vision or going to a family dinner?"

"Get together with some friends," she explains. "Vis, Sam, Steve and some guy named Bucky who I'm informed we're supposed to be pretending Steve isn't in love with, do you know him?"

"Nope."

"Okay, well, he's bringing some friends, so I'm bringing you. Don't make that face, you know almost everyone."

"I don't feel like getting drunk," I complain.

"Good! You can be the designated driver. Pantsuit or dress?"

Grumbling, I tell her, "Dress."

"Okay, thanks, you wear the pantsuit, be ready by seven. May the Force be with you!"

She ducks as I throw my shampoo bottle at her. We bicker and mock and tease as I pat myself dry and she changes into the scarlet dress.  While she braids her hair, I carefully slip into the navy and white striped pantsuit, and we move into her bedroom to make use of her vanity, since the sun's lowering position in the sky shone straight into the window while my room would be encased in dimness by now. I sit in the chair and she leans over me, brushing her eyelashes with delicate mascara.  We fall into our normal going-out-getting-ready rhythm, periodically handing each other different brushes, comparing lipstick shades, and commenting on our days. She tells me about her brother's latest shenanigans and I make the grave mistake of commenting on Melina's attempted set-up earlier today, much to Wanda's entertainment. The two had never met but they both shared the pure ecstasy that came with matchmaking involving me.

"Do you think she's pretty?" Wanda wonders.

"I've seen photos," I shrug. "She's a redhead. Yelena says she changes hairstyles often."

"That doesn't answer my question! Pretty redhead or no?"

"They were baby photos, Wanda! I didn't have an opinion on her looks past the Wonder Woman pajamas."

She hums, and turns to draw a small heart under my left eye with her gel liner pen. "It would be nice if you wound up with her, but if you do fall madly in love with her beautiful red locks and decide to move to Washington to marry her and have her babies, I will murder you. You pay your rent on time and you're fun and please, please do not make me move back in with my brother."

"Why does everyone keep bringing up babies?" I yell.

An hour later we're pulling up to the bar in the back of  a cab arguing about getting a cat. The debate of whose bathroom would host the litter tray is interrupted by Wanda spotting Vision through the window and quickly smacking my arm and hissing at me to hurry up and pay so she can sneak in and scare him. Unfortunately, I can't locate my purse inside my bag.

"(Y/N), (Y/N), go, go, go . . ."

"Wanda, Wanda, going, going, going . . . Aha!" I pay the driver and find myself being ushered inside before I can put my purse back in my bag.

Sam, a friend of Wanda's from college, ends up foiling her evil master plan by pointing her out as soon as she walks in the door. Vision, being a good sport, pretends to be startled when she yells "BOO!" in his ear. As she cackles manically before sliding into the chair beside him, I notice the only free space is by the pretty blonde woman beside a man with brown hair pulled into a bun.

"Oh, look who I dragged out with me!" Wanda exclaims, taking a sip of Vision's drink and making a grand gesture with her hands. "(Y/N)!"

I'm greeted with a chorus of hello's. I bow and grin as I sit by the woman and offer a polite smile. Steve leans over points to the brunet man. "This is Bucky, we were close as friends. As kids. We were close as friends, when we were kids."

Sam snorts into his beer.

Steve clears his throat awkwardly. "And this is his partner from work, Nat."

I get a closer inspection and my eyes widen in shock. "Natalia?"

"Her name is Natasha." Steve corrects.

"I thought her name was Natalie?" Vision frowns.

"She goes by Nat, who cares?" Sam shrugs.

"Natalia Alianovna Romanova?" Wanda yelps. "(Y/N)! You didn't tell me this was the Natalia!"

"The what? I— Do I know you two?" Natasha asks, bewildered.

"Not me!" Wanda says, and then makes a motion for zipping her lips shut.

Everyone turns to me. I chuckle nervously. "I should probably explain. Hi, I'm (Y/N), your parents want me to have your babies."

[jeojahari]

02 | kiss it better | myg

🠒 summary: you're one of the lucky ones, everyone else tells you. finding your soulmate the day you turn 18 isn't something that happens to a lot of people... but you and your other half are going to have to make a lot of progress to be able to tolerate each other.

or, you and yoongi can feel everything the other feels, and you're hell bent on causing each other pain.

🠒 pairing: yoongi x reader

🠒 genre: angst, fluff, e2l!au, soulmates!au, college au, crack?

🠒 warnings: profanity, implied smut

🠒 word count: 2.6K

🠒 notes: omg tysm for all the love im literally about to start happy sobbing rn TT i hope you enjoy this chapter!! <3

btw if my writing is not up to par at any time pls let me know, i'd hate to give you low effort writing TT

part 02: two band-aids

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"I am so fucking stupid."

"I know."

"I can't believe I just ran out of there without saying anything!"

"Ah. I can."

"How is it Yoongi, though? I don't understand! How can two people who are so obviously different and have zero chance at getting along be paired like this?!"

"Hey," Jimin places a comforting hand on your shoulder, "maybe this is the universe trying to prove that you can find love where you least expect it!"

You shoot him the nastiest glare you can conjure up in the moment. "You sound like a children's fairy tale synopsis. Please shut up."

"No, but think about it!" Jimin sits upright, pulling the nearest pillow into his lap. "You don't like him, and he probably doesn't like you. You hate coffee, and he's practically in love with it. The only reason you guys ever interact is Taehyung, who you happen to be in love with."

"I'm not in love with him!"

"Sure," Jimin rolls his eyes. "Anyways, this is literally the perfect recipe for romance. I feel like I have front-row seats to the best enemies to lovers story ever."

"Don't make me hit you."

"It's true, though," Namjoon pipes up from beside you. You're sandwiched between both of them in an attempt to extinguish the growing dread in the pit of your stomach. "You don't really know what he's like, Y/N. People aren't always what they seem at first glance."

"I had more than just a glance," you snap. "And I know him for exactly what he is. A fucking sociopath."

"I mean, he's nice enough," Jimin explains. "I've spoken to him a few times in passing. Maybe he just wasn't having a good day when you talked to him?"

You pause and think, because your friends are right. It's plausible, isn't it? Not every grumpy person you meet goes out of their way to be antisocial... but you can't shake off that feeling you've harbored ever since you first met him.

"I don't like this," you whine, hiding your face under the blanket. "I don't like him. I don't want to be his soulmate."

Namjoon chuckles. "Soulmates aren't always lovers, Y/N. If he's actually a sociopath, or you genuinely despise him after giving him a chance, you're not obligated to love him."

"True," Jimin nods. "My parents were never soulmates, but you know how well they get along. They had me, after all," he adds as an afterthought. "They couldn't have done that without loving each other."

Namjoon winces. "Okay, no. Didn't need to hear that."

You let out a frustrated groan, kicking your legs under the sheets. "I hate this," you grumble. "And I can't even do anything ab — oh!" You sit up, suddenly enlightened and an imaginary lightbulb over your head. "I can!"

"You can what?" Jimin asks, clearly confused. In response, you simply beam at him before doing an impromptu somersault over his legs and tumbling right off the bed, landing on the ground with a loud thump.

"Y/N?!"

"She's insane!"

"She's gone mental!"

"Is she having a seizure?"

"Do we need an ambulance?!"

"Is she okay?"

"Joon, I'm too broke to pay for the ambulance!"

You throw them both off of you. "I'm right here, very much alive, and very sane, thanks."

"Well, what was that, then?" Jimin demands. "If you were trying to show off your gymnastics skills, it didn't work. You look like a clumsy baby koala."

You point at Namjoon. "He's the clumsy one. And no, I wasn't trying to show you my nonexistent gymnastics skills." A huge smile spreads across your face. "I just discovered a great way to release all my frustration."

"By falling off the bed?"

"No, but yes." You lean in like you're about to tell them a secret. "You know... I bet Min Yoongi is cursing the heavens right now, isn't he? For pairing him with someone like me."

Namjoon stares at you incredulously. "Don't tell me..."

"She's going to do it anyway," Jimin tells him, before turning to you. "You're just going to hurt yourself to hurt him, Y/N? Are you for real?"

"It's perfect!"

"It's stupid, and usually I would tell you to go for it if you were planning to kick some dumbass's butt, but not if you're getting hurt in the process."

"Well, I'm doing it anyway," you say. You're 100% decided; you've just found the one part of your bond with Yoongi that delights you the most, and with that comes your singular goal: irritating him to no end. "And this isn't even that bad, Jimin. Wait until I'm on my period. Then he's really going to wish he never knew me."

Actually, you're screwed.

"Ouch!" you hiss, your body jerking at the pain that courses through your arm. You're forced to stop writing mid-word, the dark blue ink a mess on your paper due to these constant interruptions of your sudden movements. "What the fuck?!"

The girl sitting across from you raises her eyebrows at you, half concerned for your sanity.

"Sorry," you whisper apologetically. "My soulmate's a jerk. Honestly, I probably caused this, but I don't regret it at all."

She laughs, eyes turning into small crescents. "Hate at first sight?"

"More like at first conversation." You sigh, letting the pen fall from your fingers. "I don't know how I'm supposed to get along with him, let alone love him. We have absolutely nothing in common, and I'm pretty sure this dislike is mutual. Which reminds me—"

You bang your knee against the table in retribution for Yoongi's attack on his own arm, a satisfied smile on your face.

"Wow." The girl stares at you, rather taken aback. "That's some serious beef you two have got."

"Yep. Can't stand him," you confirm. "What about you? Have you found yours yet?"

"Not yet," she says, trying to look indifferent — but you catch that wistful look in her eyes. "Someday soon, hopefully."

"You'll find them," you say, the exact words you've repeated to Jimin multiple times over the years. "Time is all it takes. I hope yours is less of a jerk than mine... and if they are, I'm more than happy to instruct you in the ways of torturing them."

"Noted," she smiles, before returning to her book.

You, though, can't focus. Actually, you haven't been able to concentrate on anything lately — ever since this trivial back and forth between you and Yoongi turned into something more desperate and warlike, it's all that's ever on your mind.

Sighing, you stand up, leaving your place at the table to go fetch a book from one of the many shelves lining the opposite wall of the library. It doesn't take you long to find what you're looking for, but you immediately stumble over and hit the ground, nearly knocking your head against the wood of the shelf.

"Fuck," you hear someone curse in the next aisle. You know that voice, you realize after a few seconds, immediately ducking your head around the corner in amused curiosity.

"What'd you do to yourself this time?"

Yoongi scowls at you from the ground, as irked as always. "None of your business."

"It kind of is, actually, now that I feel it too."

"Oh, really? Where was that concern when you were hurting yourself just to get back at me for doing absolutely nothing?"

"You did it back! You have no right to be telling me what I did was wrong if you decided to do it too!"

"Why the hell did you do it in the first place?"

"Shh!" The librarian walks past the two of you, giving you a sharp glare as she replaces a few books with the ones in her hands. You nod apologetically to her, head bowed.

"You're so loud," you whisper a few seconds later, just as Yoongi gets himself off the ground and has managed to gather the books he'd dropped.

"You literally started yelling first, Y/N."

A deep frown makes its way onto your face. "You know what? I still don't understand why you're like this. Can we not have a civil conversation for once? Every time I talk to you it turns into a goddamn argument!"

"Yeah, well, maybe if you'd just minded your own business, we wouldn't be having this argument!" Yoongi pauses for a breath. "You always make it an argument, Y/N, I don't go out of my way to pick a fight with you!"

"Isn't that what you're doing right now?"

"No! I just don't understand your problem with me! Look," he says, a little calmer, "I know you don't want to be my soulmate. And I'm not particularly in love with you either. But you can at least act like I'm human too, right? Or is that too much for your inflated pride?"

"Did you just call me arrogant?" you ask incredulously, trailing after him as he walks back to where he was sitting. "You think I'm doing this because I'm conceited?"

"N—"

"Well, for your information, I'm not. I just really dislike you."

Yoongi tongues his cheek in frustration, slamming his book down onto the table. "And for what?" he demands. "I like to know it if and when I fuck up, Y/N. Stop repeating the fact that you hate me and just tell me why."

You flinch at his harsh tone and the sensation that sends a painful twinge through your palm. "You're just... you're so hard to talk to," you accuse. "Like, really? How am I supposed to wrap my head around this whole thing when I can't have a conversation with you without feeling like shit?"

He's gaping at you now. "I'm making you feel like shit? And you're not doing the same by basically trash talking me to my face?"

"I'm not! I'm just telling the truth; and besides, you asked!"

"Who are you to go around judging the way people are? Not everyone is bubbly and cheery, you know? Being grumpy for a second doesn't mean being grumpy for a lifetime!"

"Well, I can't tell, can I? Not when you always act like you hate the rest of the human race!"

Yoongi doesn't reply to you, just staring back at you for a few moments. Instead, his jaw clenches as he turns away without any kind of rebuttal.

"Alright," he says gruffly. "I'll go first."

Your eyes widen slightly as your frustration dissipates. You'd only meant to check on him out of curiosity after his fall, you hadn't intended for it to escalate to this scale at all... "Wait—"

"Don't bother to talk to me next time," he interrupts you, a hint of bitterness to his voice. "Since I always make you feel like shit, anyways."

"No, I didn't m—"

Yoongi's gone before you can give him any miserable excuse from your side, bag slung over his shoulder and that cup of coffee in his right hand. You catch a glimpse of his fingers wrapped around the cup, two band-aids covering the knuckles of his smallest digits, and you can't help but wonder... did you do that to him? All those days you spent wrapping bandages around your legs and arms, was he doing the same?

But you hate him, right? No matter how closely bound you two are, you're allowed to do this, aren't you?

You don't know.

You recall the sight of his worn out expression and sigh, shaking your head. Whatever it is about Min Yoongi that draws the worst out of you, you'll never know. All you're sure of is that apparently you're supposed to love him, apparently you're supposed to be his and vice versa. But you just can't.

As you trudge back to your seat, you notice that the girl from earlier is still there, still taking diligent notes — except her eyes now follow you, a mixture of concern and curiosity.

"I'm fine," you state. The words come out far harsher than intended, but she doesn't seem to take offense.

"Really?" she asks instead. "S'great if you are, but if you're not then you're just lying to yourself, Y/N."

You blink at her, surprised. "Huh? How'd you know my name?"

"You guys were yelling," she explains. "I could hear him from over here."

"Aish. Sorry."

"Don't worry about it." She chews on her pencil for a second, seemingly contemplating something. "Mind if I give you my two cents?"

The girl's awfully blunt and gets right to the point, and it reminds you of your friends for a moment. Something about her just makes you want to trust her, to let her in.

So you shrug your shoulders and say, "Sure."

"Second chances only come once."

"Huh?"

She nods, tucking her hair behind her ear. "You don't really know anything about him," she says. "You don't know what's happened to him before. You could be his second chance, and he probably just took a blow after that whole debacle you two had over there."

"What?"

She chuckles softly, and you find yourself rethinking your stance on the situation. She's right, she's right, your heart tells you, but your brain is saying something else entirely, and it's maddening.

"Give him a chance, Y/N. Everyone deserves one."

Hours later, you're still thinking about what a random stranger said to you at the library earlier.

Yoongi? A chance? No, thank you. You don't need to waste any more of your time on guys that aren't going to give you the time of day once they're not interested.

And yet, a small part of your conscience says otherwise. He's not just any guy, it reminds you. You're soulmates for a reason.

You're so frustrated you want to tear your hair out. "Soulmates are stupid!"

Jimin walks into your room with two cans of soda, an eyebrow raised as he tosses one to you. "Yikes, Y/N. What's gotten into you today?"

"Min Yoongi," you grumble.

Your best friend gapes at you, nearly spilling his soda all over himself. "I'm sorry, what?"

"What?"

"Already, Y/N?!"

You're confused as you take a sip of the sweet drink. "Already what, Jimin?"

He's opening and closing his mouth, eyes so wide he looks like a clown out of those children's cartoons. "You and Yoongi — you guys — I can't believe you finally got laid!"

This prompts you to spit out the liquid in your mouth, dissolving into a coughing fit as you try and regain your breath.

"There, there," Jimin says, stroking your back gently. "I won't mention it again if you don't want me to, I'm sorry. Was he a bad lay?"

"A bad what? Jimin, I don't know what you think I'm doing, but having sex with him is most certainly not on my list," you frown.

Your best friend, on the other hand, looks totally dumbfounded.

"Huh? But you answered with his name!"

You smack the side of his head gently. "That's not how idioms work, dumbass."

"Okay, sheesh, sorry," he apologizes, rubbing his temple. "But really, though. Everything okay with Yoongi?"

"Not really," you say truthfully, "but it's fine. Neither of us are expecting anything from the other."

Jimin looks skeptical as he eyes you carefully. "You sure?"

"Mhm."

He tilts his head back, draining the can of soda as he swallows. "You know, Y/N, maybe you should give the guy a chance."

There it is again, that word. The one thing everyone tells you that you need to give.

But is it worth your time? Is he worth your time? Or is he just going to walk away and leave you broken again? Maybe you're being selfish, but you'd rather spare yourself the heartbreak process than willingly go into something you know won't be good for you.

"Yeah, okay," you lie through your teeth, soda can still nearly full in your hand. "Maybe I will."

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