#anyway . Just know i got special treatment from someone who I know already liked me a lot when we were younger

[ashmp3]

i can’t even think about liking people or having crushes ew am i 15 anyway i am an overthinker with anxiety symptoms that have overwhelming effect on my body aka my stomach hurts i can’t eat and my already bad heart gets even worse palpitations like i’m not born to be a lover i can’t deal with all this. I did have as i said y/n moments yesterday but at what cost. i felt sick 🥱🥱🥱🥱 i should have a podcast where i whine about it but tags will suffice for now

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The bouncer eyed Max with distaste that only worsened when she flashed him her backstage pass with a smile. Steve rushed her inside, eager to leave the scrutinizing gaze. True to Eddie's word, the weekend concert filled the bar to the brim with colorful individuals—metalheads, punks, and ones Steve didn’t know the name for. He had to forcibly steer Max away from two girls with mohawks who waved at her with smiles of delight.

“Hey!” Max protested, but Steve deposited her near the bar, unwilling to listen.

“We’re here to see Eddie’s band, not make friends twice our age,” he reminded her, at which she rolled her eyes but nodded with disdain anyway. “Great.” He waved down the bartender and as soon as they got the cokes he ordered, he pulled Max towards the stage. Not only was he eager himself to get the special treatment, but also knew she would flip if they didn’t make use of their backstage passes.

He found a scary-looking guy fiddling with one of the huge speakers and waved the pass hanging from his lanyard. The man motioned at the door labeled with a do-not-enter sign, but Steve hesitated long enough for Max to push it herself and pull him in. To his relief, the backstage was simple - a short corridor that led to an open space for performers, with painted signs pointing towards the ‘stage’ and ‘emergency exit’. The exit doors were open, a faint smell of smoke drifting in.

“Mad Max!” Gareth yelled as he saw them, raising his hand for a high five, which Max eagerly slapped. “Eddie’s out smoking,” he informed, motioning at the open door. 

Steve nodded, instinctively moving toward them, leaving Max to the huge bowl of nachos the rest of the band was snacking on. He knocked on the open door not to startle the man, but he did a surprised double-take at him regardless.

“Harrington!” he exclaimed, a smile brightening his features. “You came!”

“Well, yeah.” Steve frowned, leaning his shoulder on the wall next to him. “You invited me.”

“Still.” Eddie shrugged against the brick. “I’ve invited many guys who never showed up.”

There was a piece of information in this sentence, laid so thick Steve was already ashamed of missing it, but he couldn’t quite grasp it. 

“Want a smoke?” Eddie asked, turning more towards him. It was then that he took in Steve’s outfit, his eyebrows shooting up. “Max did a good job, I see,” he commented, his lips quirking with something Steve couldn’t decipher. He needed some straightforward information so he wouldn't be kept guessing. 

“Duh! 'Course I did.”

“Mad Max!” Eddie’s face splits into a wide grin when Max’s face peeked behind Steve. He raised his hand for a fist bump that she quickly reciprocated. “Good to see someone in the family has some taste.”

That was Steve’s opening. I like you, my taste can't be that bad.

He couldn't say it, but Max seemed to have similar thoughts because she spoke up for him.

“Steve has his moments. He's good at picking his company." She smiled her little devil smile before quickly retreating.

“Max!”

Eddie was cackling beside him, the cigarette pack he was trying to offer getting crumpled in his hand. Grumbling under his breath, Steve snatched it away from him to pick one out himself.

“She’s a delight,” Eddie wheezed, fishing for a lighter in his pocket, which he flicked on for Steve to take a drag before slipping it back in. He inhaled a smoke of his own and let Steve simmer in his embarrassment for a couple of seconds.

“I’d say we reached a friend territory. Don’t you think, Mr Harrington?”

Steve hummed in a vague agreement, not ready to look at the man just yet.

“Soo, as a friend asking a friend, I have a burning question,” he said, ashing his cigarette between their feet. “Who’s Billy?”

He heard that one quite often, and while it got easier to answer each time, it always left him uneasy. 

“Max’s brother, he died in the mall fire,” he said his usual spiel, but as Eddie’s mouth opened to offer his condolences, Steve added on something he rarely shared. “And my ex.”

Eddie’s mouth clamped shut. He chewed on his bottom lip and took another drag of his cigarette, patient. 

“Max convinced community services I was a family friend she felt the most comfortable with," Steve added, leaning heavier against the brick wall. "It was hard to get custody since I wasn’t a family member, but the fact that she already knew and trusted me worked in my favor. That and biting all the foster parents."

Eddie coughed out a surprised laugh. His brown eyes were huge and dark in the moonlight.

“So you took custody of your boyfriend’s sister?”

“Stepsister,” he corrected, a knee-jerk reaction at this point. “And I don’t think he’d call me a boyfriend.” He let the silence stretch between them for a second too long. “Even if I wanted.”

“Huh,” Eddie huffed, despite himself. His cigarette was almost finished, but he took one last stubborn drag from it. “Well, I’m bisexual, so you’re safe with me,” he assured, dropping the butt before squeezing Steve’s arm comfortingly.

Slowly, painfully slowly, to convey his intentions, Steve slid his hand over Eddie’s fingers.

“Always nice to find another queer in this shithole,” he said softly, eyeing the man. He gripped the hand on his shoulder, lips forming on an exhale the way that always made Billy look. Eddie was no different. His grip tightened for a millisecond.

“Steve,” he said. A warning, a question.

“Yeah,” Steve answered in reassurance or a promise. Eddie leaned in, dangerously close, but the world around them was dark, safe for the light coming from backstage. His lips radiated warmth against Steve’s ear. Not quite touching, but almost there.

“I can be early next Tuesday,” he offered, voice shy despite his rock star persona. Steve couldn’t help his smile.

“I’d like that,” he said, turning his head to watch Eddie’s pupils dilate in surprise. Their lips bounced heat off of each other with every stuttered breath.

“I can’t hold them off any longer, it’s time to perform, guys!” a screeching teenager’s voice interrupted them. Eddie broke into a wide grin and Steve followed, both of them leaning against each other and snickering at the image of a little redhead girl holding off three grown metalheads from getting their lead guitarist to the stage.

“Okay!” Eddie slapped his hands together. “Let’s get this show on the road!” he exclaimed, ushering his band members toward the stage door like he wasn’t the one stalling them just seconds before. Steve hesitated, hovering behind, but of course, Eddie noticed and motioned both of them towards the door. “C’mon. You can watch from the sides.”

Max didn’t feel the hesitance Steve did, barrelling past him as soon as Eddie’s offer rang out. The man cackled, reaching for Steve to pull behind them.

The actual backstage was a lot to take in. The lights were pointing at the band, the maintenance guy was eyeing them with displeasure, and in just two steps they would be visible to the tipsy audience in front of the stage.

Eddie squeezed Steve’s hand before dropping it and skipping towards the center.

“Hello, freaks,” he croons into the mic and the audience responds with cheers. He smiles in that crooked self-satisfied smirk and Steve’s eyes are glued to his face. “Are you ready to wreck this place?!”

The audience cheers as the first beats of a song start and Eddie backs away from the mic to start aggressively strumming on his guitar. The song must be a recognizable one, considering the crowd's reaction, the cheers intensifying and bobbing to the rhythm.

The music was loud and unapologetic and while it wasn’t Steve’s usual taste, the freedom of it was intoxicating. Besides, Max next to him was banging her head happily, and it was always great to see her like that. He found himself bopping to the beat.

His most taxing activity at the moment anyway was watching Eddie move around the stage. His arms flexed sinfully as he played his guitar, hips swaying to the beat. His hair was all over the place, sticking to his face under the bar’s lights. It was like Steve's garage but cranked up to a hundred.

As the “Should I Stay” cover started playing, Eddie’s eyes found Steve’s, sending him a wink. He was too stunned to avoid Max elbowing him painfully in the ribs.

The show went on, with Steve going back and forth between enjoying the music and frothing at the mouth to his kid's music teacher. Then suddenly the gig was over and Eddie was crowding at him, sweaty and grinning, the guitar in his hand.

“Hi,” he breathed hotly against his cheek like they hadn’t already greeted each other an hour ago. “How was the concert?”

“Really cool,” he smiled back dopily, his tongue loose from the intoxicating vibe of the venue. “The lead guitarist is kinda hot.”

Eddie’s eyebrows shot up, his bravado stuttering while Max groaned next to them. Thankfully, Steve was behind the script enough not to freak out while Eddie gathered his bearings.

“Really?” he mused, his smile reappearing. He gently nudged Steve backstage. “I’ve heard he’s single and more than eager to date single dads.”

It took Steve an embarrassingly long moment to process Eddie’s words, but when he does, his smile turns shy.

“I could make us lunch on Tuesday? Before practice?” he offers sheepishly.

Eddie smiles back, wide and satisfied, and his hand sneaks towards Steve’s, squeezing.

“Sounds like a date.”

Steve grins back, giddy anticipation filling his ribs. 

tags: @blasvemous @wheneverfeasible @phantomcat94 @dreamercec @theohohmoment @ellieslapdancer @hellowhatthehellisgoingonhere @steddiefication

[sadlynotthevoid]

If I had a nickel for everytime I dreamed that Lily was kidnapped and Og!Cale ran looking out for her, I'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot, but it's weird it happened twice.

In the first one, Lily got kidnapped in the Capital and og!Cale instantly started running around, doing detective work but also really in panic. At some point he figured out who could have a hint on Lily's kidnapper, but the person in question was in the castle dungeons. So he went and straight entered in a room where Alberu was having a meeting with other nobles, not caring at all who was there, and asked him to sign a permission.

Og!Cale: *opens the door* Your Highness, sign this! *Slams form on the table*

Alberu, who wasn't expecting a random noble to crash his office: ...

The nobles: *shoked in victorian era* ...

Alberu: how did you got here?

Og!Cale: I flew through the third floor entry. It has my mom's name on it. More important, I'm in a hurry. So could you sign it already?

Alberu, confused as fuck because 'wdym by third floor entry? That's just a window': *reads the paper* permission to visit the dungeons? Why do—

Og!Cale, too worried to even keep his trash act and also practically a mind reader (not really): My sister was kidnapped and that guy may know where she could be. As I said, I'm in a hurry.

Alberu: That's terrible. *About to sign it* Is there any other way I can help?

Random noble: Excuse me?! Your Highness, this is not according to the protocol. I had to wait for months after my solicitude was sent to have this meeting. Why does he get a special treatment?!

Og!Cale, without paying an eye: Aren't you that Viscount that keeps wasting big sums on gifts for a mistress? *To Alberu* I guess he's asking money "for his territory". I bet he spent all his budget and is trying to hide it from his wife.

The noble: *pales* That— you— Your Highness, I can explain *faints*

Alberu: *sighs* I'll have someone investigate it. *Signs the form* Is there anything else I need to know?

Og!Cale, already exiting the room with the permission at hand: *tilts head* I've heard that people had been dissapearing in the Southwest region. *Narrows eyes* Huh. It's near the Gyerre territory now that I think about it.

Og!Cale: Anyways, goodbye. *Leaves*

Alberu, absentmindedly: So that's what father meant when he said redheads are "a crazy force of nature that could destroy a little country without force".

Antonio, who happened to be in the meeting: *silently having an existential crisis*

It turned out that the culprit was Og!Cale's past teacher (yes, that guy) who was working with traffickers. He wanted to see whether Og!Cale would resolve his "little game" or he would "lose" (have Lily sold before someone finds them). He also kinda hates her because "he lost his student by her fault" (no, it wasn't her fault. He's just crazy).

Og!Cale found out where Lily was being held and he, along with a pair of knights, went for her. All of them had a fun time beating the creepy bastard.

Then Og!Cale walked to their house carrying Lily on his arms.

In the second one, a monster-like creature broke into Lily's room, took her and flew away. Og!Cale was sitting on his bedroom's window and saw his little sister being taken away by a blurr of mass. He jumped out of the window to follow, of course. Then the knights saw a thing flying over their heads and the young master speedruning after it.

Og!Cale: Come back here!

Hillsman: Young master Cale?!

Og!Cale: What are you doing?! Stop that thing! It has Lily!

Knights: Ah! *Start chasing the thing too*

I don't know what happened next because I woke up.

[missmarveledsblog]

IDiots (dean winchester x reader )

Summary : when reader becomes the victim of a entity Dean is forced to admit feeling that he thought he could keep away in fear of being hurt .

Warning : little angsty mostly fluffy

Shit hitting the fan was an understatement of the century . The boys stood stuck to the ground watching as it loomed over her . He knew it was his fault , he knew they told him it was bad idea and yet he knew better . He knew this stuff more than they did or so he thought. Now he stood frozen while his brother screamed for it to leave her alone , while the woman he's loves in now on the ground out cold while evil lurks over her and it was all his fault . They warned him a week ago and he didn't listen.

It was always the same on case sam and Y/N sat in the kitchen of the bunker laptops on and researching away . " so the story goes a woman Jane Howard was killed by some dude one night , a man by John.. Smith really this has got to be fake .. anyway he was in love with Jane but never told her went on rampage in his madness killing single women some say he now attaches to a woman and if her love doesn't announce himself to her he take her soul to live with him for eternity " she couldn't help laugh at the ridiculousness of it all . " hey maybe I can get slash to admit he knows and loves me " she snorted. " or someone else would grow balls and do it " sam muttered shooting his brother a quick glance . " awh Sammy I love you too .. not like that though but we have our pact still " she teased . " pact? " . " if we're both single by 50 I marry her " sam smiled seeing the jealous glare from his brother . " yup have in writing too , I mean it's on a beer mat but still OK I need to pack up I'll meet you guys in an hour " she giggled heading off to her room . " you think maybe we should ask her sit this out giving she probably going to die before you admit your feelings to her " sam mused . " she not into me dude so let's drop this " he huffed walking off to his own room . " idiots I'm surrounded by idiots " sam face palmed .

Walking out she was standing looking at the brothers pouting up at them. " cas will be fine " Dean rolled his eyes . " but he's a baby " she whined . " he older than three of us combined ... plus Bobby's got him " . " I miss him already " she pouted making his heart beat faster . " go give him another hug " he smiled making her bolt into the bunker . " now if I asked that I'd be told to suck it up " sam teased . " hey Bobby give her special treatment too , plus she clearly pining for the big baby " he pointed out . " well then maybe he'll do what you can't but cas isn't the one she pining for i can definitely tell you that much " sam shot back . " he's a bit better but still sad " she sighed getting into the impala cutting dean asking what his brother ment by that . " come on we can get you some of those candy bars you like on the way " sam smiled brightly at her . " its like your in love with cas " Dean rolled his eyes . " I love all you guys .. some more than other " she whispered looking at him before getting into the car . " idiots " sam exhaled before following.

Pulling up to the motel instead of waking the sleeping woman Dean decided she was too cute to disturb only for him to lift her and carry her in leaving his brother to carry the bags . " yeah course I got it " the younger winchester huffed . Not that his brother listened nor did he care when she held on tight nuzzling her head into his chest letting out a content sigh . Maybe she could love him back like he loved her but then again the self doubt kicked in . She was light and he was just the darkest of dark . A woman like her couldn't love him. She was too special and he was the boy who couldn't even make his own father proud no matter what he did . No a girl like her was made for his brother . Caring sweetheart who would make sure everyone was OK before herself . A smile and laugh that could brighten anyone's day no he would never have a woman love the likes of him , he was sure of it . Placing her gently on the bed he rushed out of the room, only just as he did she smiled in her sleep calling his name . " idiot " sam huffed placing the bags at the near by table .

Driving to the house another woman losing her life what perplexed then was the man admitted he love her yet she still died . " oh no " she gasped . " what is it " sam turned checking her over . " she didn't love him back its why she died " she sniffled . "Great so it like a true loves first kiss but with a entity " Dean growled . " we'll get him don't worry " she patted his shoulder. " hey why don't you sit this one out " sam turned to her. " yeah I mean if he latches on I don't think we could get slash here on time " Dean joked making her eyes roll . " he not my true love though " she blew her nose. "Well im sure cas can come soon then " he didn't mean for it to come out snappy . " you think I love cas like that " she snorted . " I mean your always cuddling him , hate leaving him and well i don't know " he shrugged. " i cuddle sammy too and bobby when he lets me " she deadpanned which wasn't a lie she was a cuddler . " your not in love with cas " he asked. " i love him but not in love with him " she murmured . " idiots " sam grumbled .

they went after the entity it keep messing with her locking her into rooms or pushing her little things it considered as warning leading the brothers to take her from the house and back to the motel. " your sitting this one out " dean slammed the door while sam checked the small cuts the litter her hands after she was pushed into glass. "i'm not letting a bully win " she growled. " your not going " sam said putting the gauze on her hand . " i'm going and where going to kick his ass, i'm going to have a shower " she got off the bed grabbing her clothes before heading to the bathroom . " you need to either tell her or make her sit this one out " sam waited til the shower was on . " why don't you tell her , it's clear your the one she loves " he shot back . " i love her like a sister god you are so blind to what's in front of you , you need to get her to sit it out, he's already feeding on you and she getting hurt " he said holding up the glass shard filled dish . " a guy like me doesn't get with a girl like that ok i am sick of you pushing this " he growled slamming the door . only for sam to look up and see her standing there heartbroken hearing his words. " he didn't mean it the way you think he did " he began but she just grabbed her coat and shoes before heading out the door herself storming past the older winchester . " idiots " sam yelled out at them .

she knew it was stupid , something she was completely regretting the minute she stepped in the house but ever since they took on this case everything went to shit . Maybe a broken heart could take on a broken heart was her stupid reasoning . His words replayed over in her head making her head reel . That was til she was locked in a room trying to get out til she was knocked across the room her phone hitting the ground as dean number came up and answer , he could here her groans and followed by something he could only describe as a disembodied growl . " shit we're coming sweetheart " he called before the line went completely dead. now here they stood stuck while the entity stood over her body sucking and draining the life from her . The fear of losing her was growing stronger then the fear of rejection . "please stop ok take me , i know you don't but take me i will take her place , they world can't lose a woman like that , a woman who would starve rather then let someone go hungry , one who cries at stupid video's online because someone is sad and she can't help , i'd rather you take me then take the woman i love out from this world" he finally felt the words spewn only for her to sit up gasping grabbing the pistol and shooting the entity and the two men being able to move . " i'm sorry " was all she said not that he cared he was stunned , knowing the only reason she was talking now was because in some divine madness meant she loved him like really loved him . she couldn't get another word out before she felt him pull her up and smash his lips to her . " finally ... idiots " sam smiled looking at the pair.

[lightlycareless]

i was re-reading the naomi meets toji fic and i'm just imagining naomi seeing toji and calling him toji-sama but she is with naoya instead or toji sees naoya interacting with naomi

Heya!!

Awww I'm glad you liked it!! And yes, I think I was due writing their interactions :> Naoya could not have a child and not introduce them to Toji, the #1 person he admires in the whole world. Though I think someone here would not appreciate it as much...

Anyways, here are the warnings: none. it's nothing but silly domestic stuff. Though I kind of feel bad for Toji. Also, he might be ooc; I don't really write them but I hope it's still good!! You and Naoya have a baby girl named Naomi. Also, please read this first if you want to get context behind the Toji-sama thing.

Happy reading!!!

The moment Toji sees Naoya and Naomi interact is when everything just makes sense to him. Where he realizes that not only she really is his daughter, but that she actually takes a lot from him.

From their physical appearance to everyday habits, there is no doubt in his mind that Naomi, indeed, is Naoya’s child.

Specifically with that endless yammering the two seem so fond of partaking in.

Toji was conflicted. In one hand, he knew what to expect from kids. They were naturally irritating, so for him to demand otherwise would only gather him with the likes of his ignorant family (and he’d rather die than to do so).

But another part of him hoped that she would take more after you, you know? He’s seen you interact with others, heard the rumors too, how everyone once thought it impossible for someone like you to be with someone like Naoya. You were just too… different. Nice, even.

Yet, here you were, married to an arrogant brat and having kids with him—children that were on route of being chibi Naoya’s, bringing in more havoc than there already was.

And there would be no one to know better than him, after all, since he got a prime example of that after being caught in the middle of their antics one unsuspecting afternoon.

“Toji-kun!” A bright-faced Naoya exclaims while bringing along his equally excited daughter to greet the mysterious, brooding man who just had his plans of passing undetected effectively ruined. “When did you return? You should’ve let me know; we could’ve gotten something to eat together!”

“It’s not like I’m you to be announcing my arrivals and departures…” He murmurs under his breath, yet Naoya still manages to hear it, enough to laugh along.

“I can change that, if you like. Give you the treatment you deserve.”

Toji’s left eye twitches; looks like even after settling down, the ungrateful kid he saw grow up continued to be as ridiculous as ever.

Though it seems your husband now faced competition, and from his own daughter no less.

“Hi, Toji-sama!!” Naomi cheerfully greets, waving her chubby little hand at the man and making both her father gasp, amused by her unforeseen reverence, and Toji chuckle, glad to see that the antics he fueled many days ago still stood strong.

"Hey, kid."

“Toji-sama?” Naoya repeated, genuinely surprised. “How come I never thought of that?”

“That wasn’t an invitation to call me so.” Toji warns.

“Hmm, I guess so. Toji-kun seems to be more fitting anywa—”

“No, papa! It’s Toji-sama, Toji-sama. He wanted to be called that!” Naomi protests with a pout, tugging at her father’s hand to further highlight her words. “Papa…”

“Alright, alright.” Naoya chuckles. “Toji-sama it is—"

“What? No, only she can call me that.”

Because it would be nothing less than obnoxious to hear such words coming from a grown-ass man, specially one as Naoya who was already too much by his own merit.

A type of inner-joke where only Naomi was participant; Naoya could try his luck somewhere else.

“Papa, papa, can I play with Toji-sama?” Naomi would suddenly suggest, making Toji’s heart sink.

Thankfully, your husband wasn’t the jealous type. No, wait, let’s rephrase that. He wasn’t the jealous type with his daughter. Willing to let her go if it meant getting something even better in return!

“Of course you can!” Naoya encourages, enthusiastic at the prospect of two of his favorite people spending quality time together! More so if he was there to see it. “What would you like to play, mochi? Hide and seek?”

“No, papa always wins…” Through cheating, that is. Using his cursed technique to quickly catch up to her, barely giving her any time to hide—it’s safe to say that he’s effectively ruined the enjoyment out of it.

Unless…

“Toji-sama, you seek, we hide!” She offers instead. “But no peeking! No cheating like papa…”

“Now, why would I even agree to—"

An important thing to remember is that for all of his life, Toji considered Naoya to be, deep beneath his arrogance, a coward. The type of man that would throw a rock then hide his hand just to see the chaos he could evoke. But always free of accountability, of course. Doing so countless times just for the laughs of it, careless of who he affects with his actions.

A threat to never take seriously, just a wimpy kid he had the misfortune of sharing blood with.

But that seemed to change with his daughter. In fact, what transpired succeeded even his own expectations. When he once believed him a devoted follower of Naobito’s footsteps, he now presented a certain… overprotectiveness towards little Naomi, subtly growing frustrated at the prospect of upsetting her—and thus, willing to do anything to keep her happy.

Now, isn’t that interesting?

Consider him… not intimidated, never. But rather… intrigued. Enough to indulge your daughter, letting her grab him by the hand and guiding him to whatever garden she concurred to play in, coincidentally, your personal favorite—where you’d often rest after a long day of tending to duties, or simply wanting to bask in its tranquility.

Though as of lately there appeared be a unusual heaviness looming over your body, making everything far more difficult that it really was. A part of you wanted to blame it on the universe, accept that sometimes things happens because they do! Nothing more to it.

But another side of you wants to consider what your staff has been playfully teasing you about: Hinting that your sudden change doesn’t come from fate, but rather… another bundle of joy on its way to you.

And it made sense if you thought about it too! You were presenting the exact same symptoms of your first pregnancy!

Yet, that wasn’t possible. Because you and Naoya had been very careful when intimate, having long planned to have a second child once Naomi was a bit older.

…

…

But you wouldn’t mind hearing another set of footsteps following you everywhere. Another baby for you to cherish, Naoya to spoil, Naomi to play, and Toji to—

Wait, Toji?!

“What in the—” you breathe, eyes wide as you observe the unusual image of your family playing with the man that often kept to himself unfolding before you. And apparently willingly as well! … Kind of, you were still able to perceive a slight annoyance coming from him, undoubtedly overwhelmed by your chattery daughter and pleased husband—the habit of showing off what he’s proud of is something that followed him since he was a child, and always, Toji had to be in the receiving end.

Good to see that some behaviors are never truly gone.

“You found me, Toji-sama! You found me!” She giggled, the opposite reaction of what one would expect.

“You weren’t that hard to find…” He raises an eyebrow.

“It’s my time to look for you now!” Naomi cheers, this is certainly turning out to be much better than she expected! For her, at least.

“She’s amazing, isn’t she?” Naoya boasts. “Nothing seems to stop her!”

“She reminds me of you when you were young.” Toji quietly perceives, Naoya’s eyes glisten.

“Really, Toji-kun?” After being given the greatest compliment yet, there’s no way he wouldn’t be over the moon. “Well, she is my daughter, aren’t you, little mochi? Naturally, you have to be as talented as me.”

“Yes!” She nods, blushing when Naoya gently patted her head. “But let’s play, papa! I wanna play!”

“Only after giving Toji-san a small break.” You eventually interject, walking over to the group and standing by Naoya’s side, who immediately wrapped his arm around your waist, as usual. “I hope my husband and daughter haven’t exhausted you much.”

“Ah, we could never, right Toji-kun? We were just having fun!”

“Mama, are you gonna play with us?” Naomi asks. “Come on, mama, Toji-sama said he’s going to seek us this time!”

“Really? I thought I heard him say he wanted to eat…” You tease, Naomi pouts. “Also, don’t call him that, pumpkin.

“No, he didn’t.” Naoya responded in defense of his daughter. “He just—”

But you quiet him by gently elbowing him, letting know he was overextending his cousin’s tolerance, much to his dismay.

“I mean—he did mention he was tired” Toji raises an eyebrow, confused by the words that were randomly put in his mouth, though he won’t deny he thought them. “We’ve been at it for a while now, pumpkin. Aren’t you tired… or hungry?”

“No.” Naomi frowns. “I wanna play!”

“Really? Not even for your favorite? Mariya-san said she was going to make it for you…” You insist, forcing Naomi into a predicament you knew she wouldn’t be able to deny. “And we wouldn’t want to keep her waiting, right?”

Naomi’s eyes widen, licking her lips at the thought of her favorite meal.

“Ok mama!” Naomi chirps before looking over to Toji. “Goodbye Toji-sama!! Let’s play later!”

“Naoya, take her please, I gotta do something first and then I’ll join you.”

“Alright.” Naoya kisses you before leaning close to your ear to whisper… “We’re not really eating, are we?”

“We’ll talk about it later.” You smile, kissing him back.

“Bye bye, Toji-sama!!” Naomi says once more, taking a hold of her father’s hand soon after and disappearing into the hallways.

Once alone, Toji takes this moment to sigh, take a breather from doing things that weren’t really on his itinerary, and probably head back into whatever isolation he had planned for the day—right after dealing with you, that is.

“I’m sorry about that.” You say, taking a step closer to him. “Believe me, I know all too well what it is to be overwhelmed by them.”

“As if one Naoya weren’t enough… They’re exact carbon copies.”

“I’ve been told.” You laugh. “Sometimes I wish Naomi looked a bit more like me. If just a tiny bit, you know? I did carry her for 9 months!”

“Well, she’s likable compared to Naoya, I’ll give you that.”

“Hey, Naoya can be likeable too!” You jest back. “He has his charms.”

“I’m sure he does.” Toji responds, suddenly reflecting on Naoya’s overprotectiveness towards his daughter—a trait that no person would expect from him after seeing him grow up.

Yet, he was proved wrong. And not only in the realms of parenthood, but those of marriage as well. Naoya showing that people can change, even when coming from a hideous background as his, if given the right motivation.

A small hope for the Zen’in clan, he supposes, all thanks to you.

And perhaps… a purpose for himself, too?

“You have a good kid; you should be proud.”

“Oh, I… Thanks.” You blush, taken aback by his compliment. “We try our best.”

“For my sake, don’t tell Naoya I said that.”

“Never. My lips are sealed.” You smile. “But…  only if you promise to do something for me.”

Toji raises an eyebrow.

“Don’t encourage my daughter to call you by that honorific.” You ask. “I fear someone of the family has begun to feel… offended by it.” Though jealous would be the most appropriate word.

“Why? It’s only deserving.” He laughs.

“Well, maybe you can try it out when you have kids of your own.” You chuckle. “See if you like it.”

“I don’t think I’ll—”

“You’d be a good father, Toji-san. I now have no doubt about it in my mind.”

Toji blinks, speechless and confused by your words, but most importantly, unable to demand an explanation for you’d begin to retreat soon after, leaving him behind to deal with his doubts by himself.

“Well, I gotta go now, I’ve accidentally burdened Mariya with my daughter and I can only imagine the reaction she’ll have upon learning we’re not having her favorite good!” You say, waving him goodbye as you walk away. “See you around Toji-san!”

Maybe he should’ve run after you, stopped you and demanded justification behind your outrageous accusation. Or maybe he should’ve refuted your ideas without consideration in the first place, catalog them as silly, for there is no way in hell he’d enjoy entertaining a child, and all that it took to get there…

… Though an exception could always be made if it was his child. He’d definitely like to do things to tease them, annoy them; get them to pout and whine, just like brats often do, and get a laugh out of it.

But most importantly, give them a life worth living. One vastly, greatly different from his, like the one he deserved at one point, and save them from all the suffering in the world.

Toji laughs, shaking the idea out of his mind as he heads somewhere, far away from the estate, it doesn’t really matter as long as he’s alone…

To eventually admit that perhaps… he would like to have a bit of that happiness you shared with Naoya—

If there even was someone for him out there.

Imagine being the reason Toji has baby fever hahahahahaha omg that is so sad. But hey, he deserves to be happy too :')

Also, my favorite thing here is that as much as Naoya simps Toji, he'll always put his daughter first. Not sure if someone was questioning this, but here is my answer. I mean... I would hope his family goes first... 🤨🤨 if not, we're going to have a problem lol.

Anyways, thank you so much for sending in this ask!! It was such a joy to write Naoya boasting about Naomi, and Naomi following Toji like her papa did when he was young hahahahaha really, they're identical twins; what a nightmare for him 🤣🤣🤣 owww I wan't to write more about them 🥺❤️

Now, take care, and hope to see you soon!!

[c0la-queen]

Absolutely melting at the idea of the Hybird!Boys nagging at Reader for her food even when they already have their own, literally just a bunch of spoiled little babies UGHHH THEYRE SO CUTEEEEE I love them sm…

Like reader’s got herself a nice meaty dinner, maybe a good cut of steak, and as shes eating she suddenly feels smt wet poking at her arm, and she looks to see what and it’s Soldier booping her arm with his nose, staring and drooling at the delicious steak, he starts trying to hop up to nip at it while reader tries push him away, but she ends up cutting a lil piece, dusting off the salt seasoning as best as she could and feeding him it anyways,

I like to think that Tord/Soldier likes snacking on other’s food, esp if its like savory salty meaty stuff yknow what I mean? I can totes see him as the asshole type to steal the other guy’s food stuff, maybe he’ll be a bit nicer to you and nag ask you first

AHHHHHHHHHH SAME THING FOR PRINCE TOOOO WHEN YOU HAVE LIKE A DELICIOUS LIL CREAMY TREATIE He would WHINEEEEE for some sooo badd you HAVE to give him some, he loves treaties sm and will be As dramatic as he can to get the sweets he wants

Going to Starbucks with him and everytime you HAVE to get him a pupcup kinda situation, so you only stop by there sometimes on occasions like when you have to get him to the vet for a checkup otherwise he’ll by crying allll the way home when you deny getting him one cause he’s already have too much and that’ll both break my heart and also annoy me sm LOOLLLLLLL

I literally have such a huge soft spot for Prince and his pompousness��I wanna shower him in kisses and babytalk and squish his face so badly he’s such a cutie patootie

The day you cook bacon for breakfast???? It’s over. Prepare for the hardest tussle in your life wrestling with Superhero for the bacon, if he already bosses you around then you know HE WILL BE RELENTLESS with the bacon, a Giant wolfdog fighting you frfr for food??? Gone…

SOLDIER ENDING UP JOINING IN TOO?1??1?11 literally actually over. It’s a battle to the death. Someones probably going to get hurt and its probably most definitely is going to be you falling over from 2 big ass wolfdogs jumping onto you and knockign you over for the bacon LMAOOOOOO

Soldier and Superhero fighting each other for it but they take it too far though and it become an actual fight for food situation…hic…Reader has to step in and stop them somehow, everyones upset, she has to make both of them 2 pieces and scolds them, they resolved and apologized nicely though at least…

And reader never makes bacon for breakfast ever again(unless its a special occasion when she wants to treat the both of them)

Really love the thought of Monster being the one that rarely nags reader for food like the others Only cause hes a bit distant and has a kinda weird ego abt it y’know, so its Reader who spoils him and tries to get him to try stuff cause he’s a good dog, he deserves it

She notices him eyeing out the food shes having curiously, sniffing at it, so she gets a small piece and asks if he wants to try it and she gets vv happy when he accepts, the others probably gets jealous at the treatment and tries to get some too lolll he probably feels SO proud and full of himself whehehe…

Omg you are SO correct and big brained for this!

Poor Reader would absolutely never get a moment of rest with these four eccentric wolf dogs.

Before adopting them, she definitely had a habit of sitting on the couch with her dinner and watching YouTube videos about niche internet drama (yes I'm projecting) but now she's realized that, to the boys, this is simply an open invitation. I guarantee that, at first, Soldier wouldn't even beg her for the food. He'd be the type to just reach over and start sniffing at her plate. He's not even trying to be sneaky about it! That bastard would have the audacity to look her in the eyes while trying to take food off her plate! She tries to scold him about it, but he simply does not listen - in his mind, there's nothing wrong with what he's doing. So she's taken to sitting at the dining room table and watching YouTube videos on her phone instead. (Soldier will still put his head on her leg and stare at her expectantly.)

Reader is simply Just A Girl 💅, so we know our self-love queen would go get herself a sweet treat all the time. It varies, usually whatever she's craving at the time. There have been times where she's got a random craving for something she doesn't have, and will get up and leave her house to go get it (the boys get so annoyed and huffy). But she should know that no matter what it is she gets, Prince will want a bite. He'd be cute about it, too - whining and pouting and blinking up at her with those baby blue eyes. Eventually, Reader would giggle and give in, with the warning of "Just one bite, baby." Then she'd share a little piece with him. If it's something that isn't safe for dogs, she'd be less willing to share with him, insisting that it'll hurt him. Still, he'd whine for it. (It's not Reader's fault that she doesn't know he can have them!) And yes, I feel like Prince would be the most well behaved in the car, and the best around people, so he's the one that gets to join her on outings more often. She made the mistake of stopping by a coffee shop and getting him a pup cup ONE TIME, and now he's hooked. Every time they pass by that coffee shop (he knows that it's Reader's favorite, since the baristas know her by name) he will bark and howl and work himself up into a tizzy until Reader finally sighs and gives in. After he gets that pup cup, he's back to being well-behaved and a sweetheart. Reader hates it. Plus, people would fawn over Prince in public since he's such a pretty boy. He absolutely eats it up!

God save Reader if she decides to make bacon one morning. It's not something she does often - she probably decided to do it this time as a special occasion. Maybe it's the morning of her birthday or a holiday. Either way, she decided to make a big breakfast for herself. Which included bacon.

Superhero is normally the first of the four to wake up. From what Reader can gather, Soldier takes the night shift. He stays awake through the night, watching out the windows and sometimes patrolling the house. Because of this, Soldier tends to sleep during the day. Superhero then takes the mantle of "guard dog" during the day. Prince and Monster will sometimes take the night shift instead, but it's normally Superhero and Soldier.

Still, Superhero has a routine of patrolling the house the moment he wakes up, checking for anything wrong. If Reader is making bacon, though? Superhero is glued to her legs in an instant. She'd laugh at first and lightheartedly tell him no. He wouldn't give up. He'd escalate to putting his front paws up on her shoulders and trying to reach the bacon himself. Reader would definitely have to half pick up/half drag him away from the stove. He'd boof and snap his teeth demandingly, as if he's entitled to a piece of this bacon and how dare you not let him have a piece! Reader, always one to fight him on everything, would be adamant not to.

Then Soldier enters the scene. As I said before, Soldier usually sleeps through the first half of the day. But the moment the smell of bacon spreads through the house? She hears claws clacking against the floor as he barrels into the kitchen. It would probably be the most excited Reader has ever seen Soldier, tail wagging and eyes shining brightly. Superhero immediately growls and snaps at Soldier. Reader would just let them tussel at first, using the distraction to finish cooking her bacon. Eventually, she realizes "Oh shit those are NOT play growls-" and quickly runs over to the two to separate them. It takes the promise of two pieces of bacon each to get them to finally settle down.

Reader never makes bacon in her house ever again.

Meanwhile, Monster would be different. Where the other three would be swarming her legs the moment she starts cooking herself dinner, Reader notices that Monster is always sitting patiently to the side. She has to subdue the others by continuously feeding them bites of what she's cooking, but Monster never begs for any. He's the only one that she can eat on the couch with, because he'll lay on top of her feet and won't try to steal her food. But she does notice him glancing at her food. So, since he's always been such a sweetheart, Reader would happily offer Monster food. He would take it slowly, hesitantly. But he feels better after Reader cooes and praises him for being so good. His tail would wag contently. Still, he would never bother Reader for her food. We love Monster in this household <3 I will say, I like to think Tom personally doesn't like bacon. So, if Reader tried to offer some to Monster because it's only fair, he would sniff it, then huff and sneeze and turn his nose away. Doesn't bother Reader, though. Just means it's one less rowdy wolfdog trying to tackle her.

[lukaslosteyelashes]

My Review of the Miraculous London Special, Part 4

I’ve finished part 4 (finally lol). There’s going to be one last part, the "final thoughts" which hopefully will be done faster than the previous parts. Anyway, I made a little bit different look for this post and I also will (or already did) edit the previous parts too to match with each other.

What this part contains:

How does time travel work in Miraculous? - I am basically trying to make sense of the logic behind the time travel in Miraculous by going through the Miraculous/MCU comparison others also made.

Ladybug = Gabriel Agreste - My honest reaction and thought about this.

Here it goes!

Spoilers ahead ->

How does time travel work in Miraculous?

Every time I think I can understand how time travel work in Miraculous I read someone else's post completely debunking everything I believed in and I'm at square one again. But here I am, still trying to make sense of things.

Older Bunnyx said in "Evolution": "Time is like a river with multiple streams and the Burrow is where they all come together." So, like, if we look at the time as a straight line that's come from the beginning of time to the end of time, then that's the river; and the streams are all the different timelines that are on that straight line; and the Burrow is this magical dimension where every timelines (the streams) are connected to; staying with the water metaphor, I guess it'd make the Burrow the ocean? The holder of the Rabbit Miraculous is the one who can jump to every other timeline from the Burrow. Right now (and in the future for who knows how long) Alix Kubdel is the Rabbit Miraculous holder and oversees the time for any possible anomaly. And her top priority is to protect and preserve their universe as is, where she's Bunnyx.

I saw people compare the time traveling in Miraculous to the Spider-Verse movies, or Bunnyx and the Burrow to the TVA in Marvel (I'm not familiar with the comics so I only know the movies and serieses). I think, this makes sense since it would explain well why Gabriel's wish got different treatment than Lila's even though his probably also rewrote the universe. It'd make Gabriel's wish a canon event or it'd be the intended future in the Sacred Timeline. While Lila's wish is not a canon event or it made a branch in the Sacred Timeline. Well, in the MCU it's not just about the timeline but the multiverse and while we know that in Miraculous different universes exist (Paris special) and it's possible to travel through them with akumatization or kamikotization, there's nothing really that connects the different universes and their timelines. So Bunnyx doesn't have to deal with other universe’s problems and only needs to focus on theirs, which doesn't make her job any easier at all tho.

I'm also in with that comparison and I'd go that far to compare Bunnyx to He Who Remains (Kang) but without the villain part (Loki series). For so long I thought that Kang basically wrote every event that happened, happening and will happen on the Sacred Timeline and he didn't allow any altering (so kind of like a God). But further searching made me realize I was wrong. Kang didn't make the Sacred Timeline, that's his original timeline which produced him and that's what he wanted to preserve. He made the TVA to oversee his timeline, detect anyone who deviates from and made a branch, and eventually eliminate them, preventing any alternate universes to develop. This not just stops any new, more evil Kang variants to emerge but also denies everyone their free will. Kang is just a time traveler who saw the future and wants his preferred timeline to be the absolute reality, that's why he created the TVA and located himself at the end of time. And isn't what Bunnyx is doing is kind of similar to that?

I already wrote above that Alix’s top priority is to protect and preserve their universe where she's Bunnyx. Lila's wish would've made a cut into the river and would've diverted it to create a completely new one with new streams. It'd break the connection with the Burrow too and erase a part of their universe, which is their future, and recreate it according to the wish. I guess if their plan hadn't worked Chronobug and Bunnyx would've sat there in that white space for eternity. With Gabriel's wish, the river wasn't really cut off, more like some streams got removed while other streams were created but still connect to the same ocean, I guess? I mean, Marinette is still Ladybug, Adrien is still Chat Noir, Alix is still Bunnyx and so on, and the timelines are still connected to the same Burrow. There’re two things that changed: Gabriel is dead while Nathalie is alive; well technically there's only one thing that change since Gabriel would've died anyway, he didn't have much time left before he made the wish. Bunnyx made the choice to not interfere after Gabriel made his wish because it didn't erase their future from their universe and he was Monarch who had to be defeated in some way. It did create a new villain though.

Anyway, the bottom line is, I still don't understand how this works 😂. Bunnyx can jump to the past and to the future too, so I was kind of baffled how she didn't know what would happen, only after her future selves started to disappear. Maybe there are rules with the Rabbit Miraculous that haven't been mentioned before. We know that Bunnyx's future selves cannot tell her anything, but maybe she can't look at futures that directly affect her either or she can only change events that happened in particular ways.

I guess the point with stories with time travel is to just sit back, switch off your brain, don't overthink things and try to enjoy it. If you know any good time travel stories hit me up with it, I'm only familiar with the MCU stuff and this, lol.

Ladybug = Gabriel Agreste 

Brilliant and hilarious!

I know not everyone is pleased with this, and thinks Marinette should have made a smarter move to deceive Lila, besides she didn't even erase the rest of the information Timestalker gathered (she didn't have time for that tho, the windows inside the Burrow were disappearing swiftly). But I adore this! It's almost like when Lila as Hoaxer in "Revelation" made everyone believe that Marinette is Monarch.

I know Marinette doesn't know that future Hawkmoth is Lila but I think it's still perfect that she trolled her like that.

Plus, not everything has to make sense and be rational in a story. We are talking about Miraculous here, even though the tone of the show changed, kids are still watching it too. It's perfectly fine to include things just for the giggles and fun.

I felt an immense amount of satisfaction when I saw Lila completely breaking down after she saw that in her notebook.

I was like "Yes! I knew all along you weren't sane at all". Okay, I know that's mean, but I've read a lot about how others think she'd treat Nooroo right, that he'd be the only one there for her and stuff like that, and I just couldn't grasp what would make someone think that. Just look at Nooroo, look at him!

He’s more miserable than when he was with Gabriel. She’s more cruel to him and he is with her for, like, a couple hours yet but she already controlled him in ways even Gabriel didn’t use (or just didn’t know about). Lila is going to be (already is) a terrific villain that you can hate to the core and (hopefully) also an unredeemable one.

And lastly, here is a happy Nooroo to lighten your day:

We probably won’t see him like that for a long time.

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

The last part is coming soon…

[jujumin-translates]

[A3!] ★ Main Story | Act 15 - Painful RE:bake | Episode 9 - Bring on the Risk

Azami: …

Azami: (I knew it, this one’s bad in terms of compensation, too. Another bust.)

Azami: (Thanks to their advice, my follower count’s growin’ steadily, but the job offers I’ve been getting all suck.)

Azami: Ughh…

Sakyo: Oi, is this what I should use as skin care before going to bed?

Azami: Yeah, but… the hell’s gotten into you?

Sakyo: I’ve got a shoot tomorrow.

Azami: Really? Movie or drama?

Sakyo: Drama.

Sakyo: …I thought I’d also try my hand at film performances like Nanao’s doing. So I got into contact with Kamo from back when we did “Yin Yang Midnight” and he got me a part.

Sakyo: Well, it’s just as an extra, though.

Sakyo: It’s just two lines, but I’ll still be on screen, so I want to look as perfect as possible.

Azami: Skin care’s not somethin’ you can just do overnight, it’s somethin’ you’ve gotta do over ‘n over again on a regular basis.

Sakyo: …I know that.

Azami: Whatever, I’ll teach you some special care since there’s nothin’ else I can do.

Azami: Truthfully, spendin’ money on medical cosmetic treatments is the quickest ‘n easiest way to get it done.

Sakyo: That’d be a goddamn waste if it’s somethin’ you can get done with a normal routine.

Azami: I don’t wanna hear that comin’ from someone who doesn’t even keep up a routine.

Sakyo: Gh--.

Azami: --You can use this. It’s a real high-quality pack. And it’s expensive, so don’t waste it.

Sakyo: When you say expensive, just how expensive are we talking?

Azami: 3000 yen per pack.

Sakyo: And you just use this once…?

Azami: Obviously. 

Sakyo: Are you sure it can’t be used at least three times?

Azami: No. And you don’t got time to be choosy at this point, do you?

Sakyo: …--Right. I appreciate this.

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

*Flashback*

Ibuki: A person’s face has like, a big impact on what people think of them, y’know? If you wanna get more followers, you can’t just do whatever you want.

Ibuki: Social media is rarely what you want it to be, and the world isn’t so nice that you can be found just by having good makeup skills.

*Flashback end*

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Azami: (I guess I don’t got time to be choosy at this point either, huh…)

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

*Shop bell rings*

Akira: --Sorry for making you wait. My meeting took longer than I thought it would.

Azami: Thanks for takin’ time outta your busy schedule.

Akira: No, no, I should be saying the same to you. I’ve been wondering what you’ve been up to, so I’m glad you reached out.

Akira: And thank you for taking that one hair and makeup class. …Anyway, the real issue at hand here is are we here to talk about you taking my part-time job offer this time?

Azami: I mean, I am interested in that, but today I wanted to talk about somethin’ a little different…

Azami: Right now, I’m tryin’ to polish my hair and makeup skills, and I wanna try doin’ somethin’ outside of my theater company, like a job or big challenge or somethin’.

Azami: I’d be happy to be a part-time assistant, but… Is there anythin’ else I can do to gain experience?

Akira: I see… By the way, I saw the name “ZAMI” on Inste.

Akira: I already thought you were great back when you were in middle school, but it really looks like you’ve grown a lot both in technique and sensitivity since then.

Akira: But I’ve been wondering. If you want to take on a big job, why don’t you put yourself forward more?

Azami: …

Akira: When it comes to hiring someone to do a job…

Akira: We don’t just hire people without knowing who they are. We only make offers after we’ve determined what kind of personality they have and what kind of beliefs and sensibilities they hold.

Akira: It’s really important to make people think, “I want to work with this person”.

Akira: Your work is interesting, Azami-kun, and it really conveys your sense of makeup, but I’m not getting any sense of your personality or beliefs.

Akira: For example… Why don’t you post pictures of your own face? And you’re also an actor, Azami-kun, and I think that’d be a strong weapon in its own right.

Azami: Well--...

Akira: I mean, I’m sure you have your reasons. Maybe you don’t want people to think of you as a child, or maybe you want people to judge you based solely on your makeup skills.

Akira: Exposure on social media isn’t all fun and games.

Akira: But there are plenty of kids your age-- such as other high schoolers, who are making it as pros now, right?

Akira: You’ve got rivals in the same generation as you who are doing better than you because they know how to use social media better than you, Azami-kun.

Azami: --.

Akira: If you don’t want to lose to them in the midst of all of this… Then I’ve got a big challenge for you right now.

Akira: …The truth is, I was the one who was given this offer. But I think it’d be more interesting if you did it, and I think you’d get a lot more out of it than I would.

Akira: If you can get good results by putting all of your sensibilities, beliefs, and personality into your work, I’m sure you’ll gain recognition as a hair and makeup artist.

Akira: However, it’s a big challenge where one wrong move could mean your image worsening and being at risk of receiving lots of backlash online, but… what do you think?

Azami: --Obviously I’m gonna do it.

Azami: The greater the risk, the greater the reward. If it’ll increase my recognition, it’ll help out Autumn Troupe too.

Azami: (That’s why… it’s just like Banri-san said. I’ve gotta go ahead and feel the pain. That’s what I want.)

Akira: Got it. Then I’ll do my best to support you all the way.

Akira: I’ve been hoping for something like this for you for a long time, Azami-kun. In return, you should give me a shoutout on your social media if you succeed.

Azami: Got it.

Azami: (...He sure is calculatin’, huh? Guess that’s what happens when you’re a freelancer.)

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[skyloftian-nutcase]

silver and i were discussing the ethics of physical restraint in medical situations and we were wondering what your opinion is?

obviously i'm super biased, i know that it can cause a lot of trauma and isn't very efficient anyway. i can reluctantly admit that it might be best if the patient is too out of it/violent/dying. in trust fall, legend's injuries aren't life-threatening, he's fighting back out of self defense, and he's very much aware of what's happening and already has major trauma from this happening before. so the medic would say that he was in the right, even though he wasn't.

but since you actually have to be on the other side, when/why do you decide that physical restraint is the best/only option?

Physical restraints are definitely a complicated issue, for sure. I was actually just dealing with this last night. In the specific context of Legend's situation, if I had a patient who was injured but not dying and who was actively trying to hurt me I'd just stay the hell away and let him bleed lol, I ain't getting myself beaten up over that. He'd probably get arrested for trying to hurt me, though, because if I were doing an EMS call and my patient got violent I would call PD, they're our guardian angels whether people like them or not. I usually try to de-escalate situations before they get to that point, but my and my partner's safety is higher priority than the patient's - that's how we're all taught. We can't help anybody if our patient knocks us out. If Legend had just said "I'm fine, please leave me alone" and sounded terrified the correct response would be to try to talk to him and when it became clear he wasn't going to let anyone touch him then maybe leave supplies with him, talk to someone who he trusts to take care of him, and leave. We can't force care on someone who's with it, they have a right to refuse.

But in general with restraints, it's... not something we try to go for as a first choice. Situations can be difficult - there's a huge difference between someone who's injured but with it and isn't dying vs someone who has a head injury and therefore is out of it, or someone who is suicidal and will hurt others who try to stop them, or someone who's high as a kite and frothing at the mouth going insane on drugs, or someone who's delirious from extreme illness and fatigue. Last night I had a patient with meningitis who was so freaking out of it, dude kept trying to pull out his IVs and he was receiving life saving treatment through them, kept trying to pull out his feeding tube and he'd starve to death without it, kept trying to get out of bed and he'd fall and hurt himself if he did so - not to mention he had a lumbar drain, which if that gets dislodged can lead to paralysis and death. So clearly he needed to be kept in line. However, he was also redirectable - he was confused as hell but he wasn't violent. If you told him he was safe, told him where he was, and said he needed to rest, he eventually settled. So while my provider offered to give me the option of using restraints on him, I declined - he had a sitter who could redirect him, and honestly I felt the restraints would agitate him more in his state. Another patient on the unit, however, was confused as hell and tried to lunge at a nurse to hurt her. He got restraints and a sedative, and he slept though the night just fine. Yet another patient in the ICU had hit multiple nurses multiple times before the providers finally let us put restraints on him - and that guy was with it, he was just being an ass. It's a nuanced thing. I think they're necessary but only in special circumstances.

[pomegrantemoths88]

Ch.3, Names and Second Days (Till We're Safe: AU The Maze Runner, Gally X FemReader)

“y/n”

“What?”

“MY NAME.”

“IT’S Y/N”

We stopped pushing and everyone got quiet, Newt came up first and lifted my hand, introducing me again. “

“Gentlemen, please give a warm welcome to Y/N!”

The Gladers cheered and congratulated me and I immediately felt much more at ease. I turned to Gally who then shook my hand and said

“Hello y/n, amazing that your name came up as you were losing. I wonder if you’ll remember something else next time.” 

“Ah didn’t think you’d be a sore loser, maybe don’t stare so hard next time.”

The smile on Gally quickly turned to an annoyed smirk

“Just hope you’re not stuck with the builders tomorrow Greenie.”

“My names not Greenie.”

“Don’t care, I already forgot it.”

As he walked away I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of disappointment and guilt. The others didn’t seem to notice or care but I didn’t want Gally to think I chickened out. Sure he shouldn’t just negate my name, it’s the one thing we’re able to have in this godforsaken place but I couldn’t blame him, it was bad timing.

~

I followed Alby back to the Homestead and entered a small room with a makeshift bed in the middle. The Homestead itself seemed well built considering who put it up and the circumstances. Alby gave me a pack which included some blankets and a few other items,

“I'm gonna have you sleep here for a bit, or for as long as you want, usually no special treatment is given but since these are special circumstances, you should have privacy for whatever girl things you need to do.”

“Thank you for the room Alby and the bed too.”

“Oh don’t thank me for the bed, Gally volunteered. He usually likes sleeping in the hammocks anyway.”

I’m not sure whether shock or confusion was the word here, I didn’t know what to make of Gally and if I was being honest, maybe I was thinking about it and him too much. We were here to survive, not play. 

“Oh he didn’t have t-”

“As I said, he likes the hammocks, you’re fine Y/N”

“Okay, oh another thing, is there usually someone else who sleeps in the homestead? I noticed more rooms and people in them.”

“Yeah, me, Newt, Frypan and Minho. Keepers sleep in here and the med-jacks work in here usually. Sleep well Y/N, you have a long day tomorrow.”

“Goodnight Alby”

~

I could barely sleep, the crickets themselves were comforting but it must've been my body responding to discomfort, in my last life I clearly didn’t sleep in conditions like this, it invited a melancholic feeling, it made me wonder what bed I used to sleep in, what my room looked like, did I sleep in a house with a loving family? Or did something more tragic happen along the way, it only brought me back to the questions that were on everyone's mind, 

“Why am I here? Who was I?”

 . About halfway through these thoughts, it brought me back to the present, and I couldn’t even blame the bed, it didn’t smell terrible like I thought it would’ve, and it was a halfway decent bed. The blankets were clean but the mattress itself almost smelled clean? Like freshly cleaned. Of course I could’ve been trying to delay myself from sleeping, afterall I wonder if I’d wake up in the same place. 

I did end up sleeping, I could thank the crickets for that but of course I had to wake up to a heavy grating sound. I shot up immediately just to hear others also doing the same and Newt yelling,

“Rise and shine shaaaanks, what a wonderful morning to work!”

I giggled, a few others groaned. Yeah this would be fun. I noticed the pack that Alby had given me last night and I noticed amongst it that they were clothes. Clean clothes that looked almost my size, they must’ve come up the Box with me. I changed and got ready fairly quickly and I greeted the Homestead residents. 

“Good morning Y/N, hope you got enough sleep, come with us to breakfast.”

I accompanied the Keepers to breakfast, where Frypan had whipped up eggs and some mashed sweet potatoes? I sat still with Newt and Alby and a few others enjoying the breakfast and getting to know them. I noticed that the Keepers liked to sit with their guys and sometimes sit together. I wondered which one of these groups I’d belong to later on. I was stuck in thought until Clint, Keeper of the Medjacks came up to me.

“Hey Y/N, do you think you’d know anything about patching cuts up?”

“I’m not sure, I didn’t think anybody could just join?”

“Well it's my lucky day because Alby said he’d let you try out. And I’m tired of running around from the builders to the slicers all day. With your running, maybe Jeff and I can get a break.”

“I don’t know Clint, maybe these shanks will start cutting themselves up on purpose if she’s a Med-Jack.”

“Yeah you think Alby would let that happen? They’re dumb not stupid.”

I didn’t want to have to get used to this, I understood being the only girl was something to be aware of, but if these comments were in store for me, I’d have rather taken my chance with whatever a Griever was. 

~

Alright so the first day wasn’t so bad. Me, Clint and Jeff started our day in the Homestead, taking inventory of supplies and showing me around our “office”. They let me know what big injuries some of the Gladers have had and currently have. After that, we headed into the Deadheads, despite its name, small medicinal herbs and flowers grow there, while Jeff stayed in the Homestead teaching me to prepare some of the herbs. Clint went out for his rounds, seeing who had gotten injured today. 

After a few hours of lessons, they decided to take me out into the field. They weren’t kidding when they said they run around from slicers to builders all day. 

First it was bandages on a few hands, second it was bandaging cuts on legs. Next was a run to Homestead for some of the salves we use for infection and inflammation. After we were done with the slicers we headed to the builders. 

We walked over to an unfinished building near the Deadheads, asking if anyone needed some attention first. A couple boys had scratches and painful calluses that needed repatching, after a couple minutes of work I heard a familiar voice speak up.

“I need a bandage.”

After I finished swiftly with the boy in front of me, I turned over to Gally who had a nasty cut on his palm. 

“What the hell did you do to your hand!?”

With an annoyed look he said,

“I thought it'd be fun to scrape my hand on a saw. Could you hurry up?”

“Can you please be patient and not cut your hands on a saw so you don’t have to complain about ME being slow?”

“Or you could just hurry up and let me do my job so you don’t have to hear me complaining Greenie”

“My name isn’t Greenie shank.”

Clint decided to cut into what was becoming a heated conversation with,

“Alright now, Gally. It’s her second day man, take it easy, and Y/N, you can’t win with this guy.”

“I’ll take it easy when she - AH, what the hell?!”

“Relax brickhead, I just put alcohol and salve on it, it's a deep cut not just a scrape.”

“Don’t waste the alcohol on a cut, shucking hell it’s not that serio-”

“It is that serious and if it's just a cut, why complain to me about a bandage?”

As he was about to cut me off again, the dinner bell rang. Immediately he dismissed the other guys and he stayed silent as I finished up his bandage that took no longer than 2 more minutes, he looked away and said,  

“Is there anything I should do to take care of it?”

“Well don’t use this hand so much but I have a feeling you won’t listen to that.”

“You’re right, I won’t.”

As we walked to dinner, part of me wanted to thank him for the bed, but another part wanted to chuck a hammer at his face-

“Thank you for the bandage.”

He didn’t look at me, he stared dead ahead for a bit till I just- 

“Thank you for the bed.”

We glanced at each other but there was something else in his eyes that I saw when we met, during the brawl and now, and I didn’t know why it felt familiar. 

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@thebestrouge @thedo9isdead @murdockssbitch

[sevenrenny]

Having chronic migraine sucks, cause nobody took me seriously for years, telling me "Everyone gets headaches/I get headaches too!" meanwhile, without my medication, I'm incapacitated from the pain for four days a week on average, and everyone thinks I'm just being lazy when I physically can't get myself out of bed or even open my eyes, let alone feed myself without throwing up.

I go to work with ringing in my ears. I have to use a shower chair because the dizzy spells hit out of nowhere. I get blurry vision and sudden vision flashes. Even after the migraine episodes pass, I'm left with post-migraine where I'm physically drained and got massive brain fog.

And because of my GI issues (that's a whole separate medical issue that has landed me in the ER five times this year), I can't take oral medication because my body refuses to absorb most of it or it just decides my meds aren't on the guest list and activates the puke button.

The only medicine that seems to work is this autoinjector I take once a month... and it's the equivalent of about 600 USD per syringe. I have to jump through so many hoops to get it. It doesn't get rid of the migraines, just lessens their frequency and severity. (My current doctor has suggested I start Botox treatment but I don't feel financially ready for that.)

Even with my official diagnosis, hardly anybody believes me. "It's just a headache," "Ninety percent of people in the world get headaches!" "You need to eat vegetables more," "Try visiting my doctor. She's a gynecologist but she specializes in everything," "Have you tried meditation?" "Have you tried-"

I can assure you, whatever you're going to think of on the spot, I've already tried within the past 10+ years of my life dealing with this issue. This, and my GI issue and other chronic health issues.

I've also noticed people get uncomfortable when I explain to them what 'chronic' means. They squirm about it. They deny it's a thing, that there has to be a cure, I just haven't found it yet. They make up solutions on the spot. I kid you not, someone suggested I put a snail on my forehead for it to 'absorb' the migraine.

I have office workers telling me they know more than my medical professionals. I missed a few work days due to being in the ER from an intestinal issue, and had a coworker ask me what was I possibly doing to make myself sick, that- "You must have an unhealthy lifestyle, or you wouldn't be like this." Another coworker pitched in, stating that I must be doing something wrong. Family members insist on that assumption, too.

In other words: the chronic illnesses I was born with (the chronic migraine, gastroparesis, PCOS, chronic skin issues, other health concerns) are somehow my fault. I truly do believe this idea stems from how uncomfortable the thought of chronic illness makes them, and the belief that they can avoid becoming chronically ill themselves if they try hard enough, that you only get chronically ill if you did something to deserve it somehow.

I'm exhausted explaining myself to healthy people who believe I owe them my medical history. I outright say I don't want to discuss it. It just makes everyone prod harder. When I run out of energy and just want to rest and not speak anymore (because everything I say goes in one ear and out the other, anyway,) it's as if I've insulted them personally, scoffing that they're just trying to help.

This is not how you help. You're making me more tired than I already am. Literally, the things I do require help with (needing a ride home on occasion because I'm having aura symptoms and can't drive and there's no public transit, needing silence so the pain doesn't escalate, needing things to me repeated because the fatigue and brain fog made me miss what was said, needing time alone because I'm drained and can't go do the thing you want me to do, needing a ride to the ER) everyone refuses to do, which tells me this isn't about helping, it's about your curiosity regarding my health. It's about you needing to be right.

If you really want to help, just ask what can you do. That's it.

[night-rise]

I think the biggest issues I had with the Owl House series were centered around two specific characters:

Alador and Hunter

One character’s story wasn’t as great as it could’ve been and the other character’s story was more great than it needed to be.

I’ll break it down separately:

(Once again as always with these negative posts before choosing to read know that these are my own personal thoughts and feelings on the show and don’t speak on the behalf of the Owl House community or its creators. If you have any negative feelings towards what you read I sincerely apologize and know it wasn’t meant as an attack or slander to you on a personal level. That being said feel free to comment what you like, I just ask you please keep it as mature, calm and civil as possible) That being said on to the post:

Alador! The Head Blight of the prestige Blight family household. Praised as a brilliant Abomination user and inventor. His work has earned him not only fortune and wealth, but reputation and respect.

With all of these facts in mind, how was his story UNBELIEVABLY underwhelming?

From the moment he was “debuted” we can already feel the power radiating off of him. You could hear it in his tone, his word was LAW and his ambitions focused and clear. He was the rule maker in the family. Plain and simple. He decided what his family does or doesn’t do.

He sounded like the type of man that wouldn’t even do what Belos would tell him to do.

The type of man and individual that Belos would want to keep close to him at all times. Which is why it PAINS me to this day that Alador wasn’t a Head Coven Witch.

Him and Odalia! Think about it.

The Blights were a BIG DEAL in season 1. Amity was looked upon and praised as the most important witchling on the isles because she was a Blight. She had expectations and special treatments because she was a Blight. Because she was also born with talents and skills of a Blight. 

I mean come on! How does a “common” family be able to afford and provide Amity the Head of the EMPEROR’s FREAKIN COVEN as her personal mentor?! THE HEAD! Lilith was the right hand FIST of the Emperor. The Darth freakin Vader! And the Blights were able to get Lilith to teach their daughter!

A daughter that wasn’t part of the emperors coven yet. Still in school. That is incredible. Amity got to be Lilith’s student-

RAVEN MOM! YES!

…

(I am so sorry… I’m still recovering from that ending hug, please excuse me) ANYWAY

With such special treatments and fame around Amity wouldn’t it had made sense for her parents to be higher up the food chain than what they were in the actual show?

Alador and Odalia should’ve BOTH been Head Witch’s. One for Abomination and the other Oracle. Being the only witches in history to be of the same family but both climb to Head Witch status.

This storyline not only would’ve been more interesting but it would’ve saved sooo much more time.

Think about it, we have two Head witches we know NOTHING about because there simply wasn’t any room for them.

Alador and Odalia being head witches would’ve given our heroes a reason to interact with them and given more depth to Amity’s story. Something she DESPERATELY needed. Her being ANOTHER character who’s story wasn’t as great as it could’ve been.

And I mean we don’t have to make him the abusive controlling parent. Just stubborn and neglectful.

Odalia is the still the abusive controlling one. But Alador is in full control of it. Allowing it, as long as it makes his kids stronger for it.

Alador would’ve made an amazing villain. A complex villain. Someone that was a HUGE threat to our heroes but could easily turn around and do the right thing whenever he felt like it.

Alador could’ve at some point choice to protect his family rather than do what the Emperor wanted him to do. It wouldn’t make him forgiven, but more respected and seen as an ally instead of an enemy.

Alador’s story, it was nice, but we ALL know it could’ve been a thousand times better.

HUNTER! The Golden Guard… The personal guard of the Emperor of the Isles. Of all witch and demon kind. …this guy had an aura of power around him since the day we met him… literally…

When we first saw him in season 1 we were ALL convinced he was going to be this top tier spy/villain. But instead we got… well, a child in a mask.

Before I go any further I feel the need to say I freakin love Hunter. He’s a sweetheart. A badass. And overall amazing character that I’m happy they brought onto the show.

HOWEVER. His story was way “more” than it needed to be. Way more complex. Way more deep and involved. I’m happy we have him, I’m just bitter of how much of him we GOT.

I love his (original) origin story. A powerless witch with no powers since the day he was born. That could’ve been taken in so many directions.

First off it would’ve thrown us off the “spy” scenario. I REALLY wanted a spy to infiltrate the Owl family and sabotage them.

Hunter being introduced as the new kid at hexside. Everyone picking on him because he’s a “no witch” orphan, from a long line of “no witches”. His being the ONLY witch family on the Boiling Isles with no powers. Luz also having no powers and Willow being the “half a witch” sympathize and befriend him. Just like he planned.

Willow developing feelings for him overtime and Hunter conflicted starts feeling the same towards her. Which would make his reveal all the more heartbreaking and devastating.

Amity, being the ONLY one suspecious of him, investigates him. Causing a rift and tension from an already shaky bond with Willow, and problems between her and even Luz, when she tries to warn them about her suspicions.

Amity eventually figuring out who Hunter truly is and “betraying” the group by joining the Emperors coven and being a spy of her own. Hunter giving her early access to the coven in hopes of keeping her quiet. But really she’s only in it to protect her friends from him. Going as far as to pretend she hated her friends for not believing her.

A moment of redemption for Lilith as well when she tries to get her former student out of there by begging Amity not to make the same mistakes she did.

All leading to amazing fight scenes between the group.

I’m talking Amity vs Willow, Luz vs Amity, and then eventually:

Luz and Amity vs The Golden Guard

That would’ve been an AMAZING fight! Hunter with his artificial magic staff, mask and all vs Lumity on the day of Unity! Around the same time Harpy Eda and Harpy Lilith were fighting Belos on top of the Isles head! It would’ve been beautiful. Romantic! Symbolic! A master piece! Everything going down under blood red skies…

Hunter not wanting hurt Willow or the new friends he made, and discovering Belos orphaned him by murdering his family (via information provided by Amity who found The Emperors journal while remaining a spy) betrays the Emperor and joins the group.

A quick and easy turn that keeps his character the same and makes Huntlow canon.

None of this Grimwalker/Caleb stuff. Caleb doesn’t even exist. Philip was the ONLY human to ever be on the isles before Luz. And Hunter is a descendent of him.

Philip wasn’t even evil. He just became evil by being corrupted and possessed by the spirit of an evil Titan. (No collector either)

Belos plan was to revive himself by transporting his remains to the human realm and combining the two suns.

Short and simple. Not overly complicated. Not overly dramatic. Simple and Clean that gives more time and development to characters that were already introduced in season 1.

That’s the BIGGEST issue I have with Hunter, his story took ALL the limited time we had on the show. All the time we could have had on Lilith’s redemption story and Amity’s development.

Amity’s story could’ve had WAY MORE DEPTH if Hunter’s story was cut in half.

His story did NOT need to be as big or as deep or as complex than it needed to be.

It’s actually unbelievable looking back at it now… these were the two I was most afraid of besides Belos :/

[qqueenofhades]

"But Ivan and Alina got off on the wrong foot to start with, and their mutual dislike had only deepened by the time of that final confrontation. She was given every privilege, every special treatment, handled with kid gloves and worshiped when she had done absolutely nothing to merit it, and now she, the spoiled, foolish child, thinks that she knows better than all the Grisha, when she was only one for a few months and resisted them at every turn. It was like dragging a spitting, hissing kitten into the house and crowning it your beloved queen even as it tore all the furniture to shreds, and Ivan will not be taken to task for trying to stop her from destroying everything for which they have all fought and suffered."

Honestly I think he actually very much has the right idea of it? Like, this is my one big complaint about Alina as a person and as a character, and while most fics I've read either fix it or acknowledge it, it's never really a thing in the books in the way that it could have been and was very much a writing flaw when it could have been acknowledged in the story and become a character flaw. Obviously Ivan is a highly biased person to get an opinion from but frankly I agree with him here.

Oh, he's definitely not totally wrong, and his POV/feelings on her are entirely understandable. And yes, Book Alina 100% has Magical YA Heroine Syndrome, where what she's doing is right because she's doing it and it isn't really interrogated or challenged or deconstructed in any way. And while I haven't finished S2, I'm pretty sure that that's exactly what they're doing with Show Alina, and I'm SO here for it. Because she's insisted all along that she's the Sun Summoner and so what she's doing is automatically Light and Good, while she's going increasingly dark and feral and power-hungry and replaying all of Aleksandr's mistakes, she is also proving him exactly right about her and about him. She's doing exactly what he said she would do, and everything that he already tried to do for hundreds of years and which he tried to warn her about. But it's not gonna work, because she still thinks that she can have the right king and the right power and be the right kind of benevolent absolutist dictator, exactly like he did! And it's gonna blow up in her face!

Anyway, for someone who loves messy characters and morally grey complex situations and narrative parallels/foils especially in the context of the antihero/heroine dark-light binary, this makes my brain go BRRRR. Not to mention the whole "let me be your monster" thing and how when Alina doesn't have him to be the bad ol' Darkling to take the blame, while she's still supposedly the Supreme Saint Queen and is in fact just as corrupted by power as he is, she's REALLY gonna feel it, and will have to watch as her whole reputation as the savior of Grisha/Ravka comes slowly to pieces as a result. This is basically exactly what I wished they would do with Book Alina, rather than just having her giving it nicely up and going away with Mal and pretending that it never happened, and also I want Aleksandr to come back and still be totally besotted with her but also like "I TOLD YOU SO, I TOLD YOU SO, DO YOU BELIEVE ME NOW."

(Anyway. Just. Yes. Me want.)

[bumblee-stumblee]

Sorry, I'm so annoyed about something and I need to vent to someone 🙃

I was out with my sister in our local High Street and we decided to get bubble tea, and as it was quite nice, we decided to sit down on the bench outside the shop. There were quite a few people around enjoying the market etc so it was fairly busy out.

Then a "homeless" man approached us (he's not homeless, he lives in housing the council gave him. In fact a lot of "homeless" men take the bus into the town for the purpose of begging and don't even live in the local area). The homeless guy goes "Hello ladies 😁" and both of us are already shaking our heads no (we don't carry cash since lockdown anyway). Instead of walking away like most, he got really aggressive. "You don't know what I was going to say 😠".

I instantly got on the defence. We were sat down, we had already tried to ignore him and he was persistent, and if we got up and walked away there was a high chance he'd follow us. We're also young women so the fact he got aggressive when we said no made me start to feel really unsafe.

I said, "I don't care, the answer is still no." I didn't shout or yell, and kept my voice level.

Him, "I had the same reaction from those other guys down there!"

Me, "I still don't care, go away."

Him "You don't even know what I was going to say 😡. I'm just talking to you."

Me, "You approached us, we don't know you, so why did you come up to us? We don't know you, you could be dodgy, why are you talking to us?"

Him "I hadn't even said anything yet. Afhddhrsgjdh... You're stereotyping me!"

Me "Do I look like I care? We don't know you. Go away." (Stereotyping 🙄. If he had been in a suit I still would have reacted the same way as he was a strange MAN approaching two young women).

Then he started insulting me as he walked away like, four eyes, you should get your eyes fixed (I wear glasses, so great insult there, not 🙄). He went further down the high street and kept glaring back at us. We had wanted to check out the market, but my sister no longer felt safe and wanted to go home. He wouldn't have been able to do anything as there were people around (I'm also martial arts trained, so in the unlikely event that anything DID happen, I could defend us), but we were still like, no we should leave.

Got home, told my dad who was like shrug, should've just ignored him and was really unbothered by it. Talked to my mum who said oh yeah, everyone has complained about him, he's really aggressive. I watched him follow a woman into the bank. My mum was walking through that area earlier that week too and had been approached by 5 different homeless men. She said yeah in that situation you needed to tell him where to go because he would have carried on even if you walked away or ignored him.

It just made me so mad. He saw that we were young women and approached us, and when we said no got aggressive. I just wanted to drink my bubble tea and enjoy time with my sister I don't want to have to talk to random men I don't know. And when people are like, but he's homeless 🥺 I'm like, I read the news. Almost every day there's a story of a woman having been killed by a man, if one approaches me that I don't know I'm not giving them the time of day.

I'm so sorry this happened to you.

I hate that people seem to think homeless men should be given some sort of leeway or special treatment when an incident or harassment happens. Those same people wouldn't put up with it but expect others to do so.

Your dad shrugging it off really bothers me, some men think women are just overreacting most of the time and it's hurtful when this sort of apathetic response comes from a parental figure.

You don't have to give them any time of day, i hope your next outing is better and though you're trained my best advice is that physical contact should ALWAYS be a last resort in a confrontation or self defense. Run, personal alarms, pepper spray and physical self defense if you have to, is how I've told my younger sisters to react when confronted by men.

I would rather the loss of a purse or money than the loss of life. Please be safe out there.

[leffee]

so the thought of Minka, Vinnie, and Pepper being tired of constantly bring the happy ones has me in a chokehold. The fact I made them the most depressed too- (Minka's was accidental I swear)

Oh yeah this is about the poly pets btw

So Pepper, Minka, and Vinnie has been unusually quiet for a couple days, which the others had definitely taken notice of. I just think that they have been just letting bad thought after bad thought consume them. One thing that they all think of themselves is that they are unlovable. They wonder what the others see in them and why they haven't just left them to rot like everyone else has. Of course they don't realize that the others are feeling like this (by others I mean the chaotic trio) and if asked they would be quick to reassure them. But can't except the complements themselves. Like damn hypocrites

(Idk maybe they all experienced a traumatic flashback at the same time and it's really eating at them)

So the others (Russell, Zoe, Penny, and Sunil) plan a special night for those three. So basically they picked out a bunch of their partners' favorite movies and got all their favorite snacks, so that when they came home for the day they can just snuggle on the couch and grab some blankets and have an epic movie night.

Those three are stuck in the middle while they get a bunch of loving from their partners (praises, kisses, etc.) Though one thing that gets whispered in their ear is "shhhh, it's okay, sweetheart, just relax. You don't have to be happy all the time, okay?" And that's when the waterworks start flowing. All of it is just stuff they needed to hear for awhile, but didn't want to ask in case of annoying them or something. Everyone, of course, offers gentle reassurance and then they all fall asleep on the couch :)

"The thought of Minka, Vinnie, and Pepper being tired of constantly bring the happy ones has me in a chokehold. The fact I made them the most depressed too-" same, girl, same. Mostly with Vinnie but you know. It's just... the most optimistic/happy-go-lucky/anything of the sort characters being secretely depressed or anything like that really gets to me. There's a lot of care in being careless, huh? Chaotic trio they are, but when will be their turn for someone to make sure they're having a good time too?

Them thinking they're unlovable is just- ah!

I just love this so much. It's so much different than when a character is already pessimistic, calm, collected stuff like that. It's easier to think of them as sad cause that's how they present themselves anyway. But the opposite??? Oh, it's so tragic cause they try so hard to keep up with the cheery personas they made for themselves and everyone else's perception of them and heck, maybe even their own. That's how I see Vinnie, he's supposed to be the happy one. The one who doesn't care and just goes with the flow. All the time. Others are supposed to see him like that but but also he himself too.

Oh, and Pepper, Vinnie, and Minka are just so... suspicious cause they can tell they're getting some sort of special treatment on that date and... why? Why them? They don't deserve it. They're the ones who are supposed to make others feel good, not the other way around, so why are they suddenly the center of attention like that?

And the three are just so overwhelmed especially once those reassurances come into play and the tears, of course. Oh, I absolutely live for the chaotic trio being the ones being not doing the being happy thing and being on the receiving end instead.

[dreamkidddream]

So in honor of Valentines Day (even though this was late because I got off late and it’s currently 4 in the morning lol 🙃) here’s some fluff with the brothers (also bc it’s been a while since I did headcanons with them). reader is gender neutral and happy Valentine’s Day ❤️

The Brothers Reacting to MC Asking Them to be Their Valentine!

Lucifer

This is a pleasant surprise- Lucifer’s not one to usually be caught off guard, so congrats MC!

But the look of surprise on his face has quickly morphed into one of arrogance- of course he would be your Valentine! There’s no one more suitable than him after all- he knows you best and he does not waste a moment to tease you about this. You just look so endearing holding out flowers and a little box of chocolates- he suspected that you were planning something, but it makes it all better that it was all for him

Don’t get me wrong, he’s very confident that you would still be each other’s Valentines anyway, but he still finds his breath hitching when you ask him. The smile on your face is so bright, and just the way that you beam at him with pure joy when he accepts- he feels a matching smile spreading across his own face. Seeing you happy like this not only swells him with pride knowing that he’s the reason behind it, but it also fills him with his own happiness. You’re the only person who makes him feel this warm inside, this weak, and he doesn’t hate it surprisingly

He won’t ever admit it though

A thank you gift is in order, and he may or may not want to start his own Valentine’s Day early with some one on one time (spoiler alert he does)- without any interruptions. Is that so wrong of him to ask for?

He already had everything planned out anyway: he’s booked the table at Ristorante Six that’s overlooking the sky, he’s got you the most vibrant flowers from vendors that Lord Diavolo personally recommended himself, he planned on taking you out shopping before to get a special outfit just for the occasion- not that he wouldn’t give you the best treatment anyway even if it wasn’t Valentine’s Day. Have you seen him? He’s the Avatar of Pride! He does nothing but the best, especially for you

Always for you

Mammon

Plays it off like you were already his Valentine- he’s your first man, so of course you’re his Valentine and vice versa! No questions asked!

But he’s got the cheesiest grin on his face when you bring out the little bag of chocolate Grimm (and if he looks close enough, they almost look like the real deal!). He can’t stop smiling and he’s trying his hardest to fight the blush spreading across his face

He’s no stranger to getting gifts- but to get one from his human? He feels like he’s unstoppable! Not even Lucifer could ruin this moment. But the more he’s focusing on the effort that you put into it and the look that you’re giving him- the excitement is fleeting and something else starts to arise

You care for him this much, huh? Someone that was suppose to be a lousy human came to be someone he couldn’t picture life without anymore

You were expecting him to continue his “The Great Mammon” act, boasting about his smart his human is to know just what to get him, how much he approves, etc.- but it was your turn to be caught off guard when he went quiet all of a sudden. You’re even more confused when he’s avoiding your eyes. Did you tease him too much? Now you’re getting a bit worried-

Until he grabs your hand and pulls you into a crushing hug, one that you return with no hesitation

Then he realizes what he’s doing and starts to speed walk to his room dragging you with him, still hand in hand. He’s a little salty as he leads you back to his room- he’s been planning the perfect way to give you his gift first. He wasn’t expecting you to pull a Uno reverse card on him! But he can’t be that mad when he has the brightest smile on his face as he brags about how only the Great Mammon can get you a gift as amazing as he did- you won’t even know what hit ya MC, so you better get ready now!

He’s just- you don’t know how much this means to him MC. Or how much you mean to him. Valentine’s Day isn’t nearly enough to show you that, so he promises to make sure just how much you know every single day

Leviathan

He feels like he’s about to pass out. Is this really happening to him??? This isn’t a trick right??? Not another one of your normie pranks??? Please don’t let this be a trick he will seriously cry if it is

But you’re still standing there, holding out a card and- Lord Diavolo it’s a pop up card of Ruri-Chan?!?!?!

Whatever words you’re saying are going one ear and out the other because he is so shocked that he can’t pay attention. You want him to be your Valentine? You want this useless, worthless, shut-in of an otaku to be your Valentine?? Why? He’s nothing-

Yet here you are, cradling his face and gazing directly in his eyes to tell him that he isn’t worthless or whatever ugly thoughts roam his mind. He’s someone special to you that you hope will accept

He honestly wants to cry and is trying to hide how flustered you’re making him, but it’s no use. Your kindness is too powerful for him to handle!

The only thing is is that you won’t be leaving his room- unless it’s for food that you can make in the kitchen and bring it up. You’re not convinced that he can handle being out in public on a date just yet, especially surrounded by other lovers. He will definitely overheat and would probably pass out before you could even step foot into a restaurant

But this is totally fine for you both! More anime/gaming marathons without having anyone interrupting is a win in his book

You’re his Henry and he does want to repay you somehow, so maybe you can play some otome games together and watch some romance anime too (and possibly be close while doing so?)

Just be careful about his sin. And also, don’t pay attention to the character he created already- it totally doesn’t look like you!

Satan

He blinked, then burst out laughing. He shouldn’t be surprised at anything anymore when it comes to you MC! But he does have a faint blush scattered across his cheeks

You’ve always been so thoughtful of others, yet his eyes can’t help but shoot open at his present, fingers gliding across the hard cover and rubbing at the sealed envelope placed behind it

He does tease you about this- he’s suppose to be the one to ask you, but it seems like you were too impatient to wait, hm? That’s alright with him, because he was just finishing up his own gift for you

And quite frankly he was starting to get impatient too

He’s been given presents in the past- but he wouldn’t say that they were from people that were close to him. He would still smile and show appreciation, but they were from people that were merely acquaintances, barely friends. So to be asked by you- it just makes his day honestly, and it makes him feel so childish at how giddy he’s feeling but he’s too busy soaking it in to care

He does try to keep his composure somewhat when he asks you on a date- he’s still a gentleman after all- and can’t help but hold you like the many star-crossed lovers he read throughout the years

He’s been reading them more and more recently to get tips on how he can possibly wow you even more for today

All of these emotions that you’re making him feel- it makes the euphoria that you give him harder to contain each day

Hopefully the hand written letter in his jacket detailing just how in love he is with you can help describe even a sliver of what he feels- but that can all be discussed after dinner when it’s just you two

Asmodeus

He gets mountains and mountains of gifts each year, with people begging him to be their Valentine. But when he gets one from you- it changes everything

Oh he cannot stop himself from launching at you, swinging you around and constantly pecking at your cheeks giggling the whole time. He got a personalized gift from his darling MC- no amount of gifts from centuries ago will be able to top the feeling that he’s feeling right now. Sure, his fans love him and he loves them, but it’s not the sort of love that you give him. Or the sort of love that he feels for you

He’s showing off his gift to everyone- his brothers, Lord Diavolo, his fanclub, and obviously Devilgram. Lucifer is ready to put a muzzle on him if he hears him say, “Look at what my darling MC got me for Valentine’s Day! And they asked me to be their Valentine! What we have is true love, wouldn’t you agree?” one more time

Oh he adores you MC! Truly, it’s been so long since he’s felt something this…genuine before. Instead of falling out of love, he feels like he’s been falling in love deeper and deeper with you each passing day! Which…isn’t something he’s used to. The Avatar of Lust isn’t someone that is known to settle down-

But to have someone who doesn’t judge him, who doesn’t look at him as his title all the time. Others look at him as Asmodeus, the Avatar of Lust and the one that everyone wants. You look at him as Asmo, the sensitive demon who lives for self-care nights, who wants to let his guard down, and who only wants to feel a connection with someone

No matter how small the gift seems in your eyes, he will cherish it until the end of time. But now, you two need to go shopping for your night out tonight! He wants to take plenty of pics, both for the Devilgram and for himself to remember (but mostly for himself)

You see past the show that he puts on a daily basis and he’s grateful that it’s you

Beelzebub

He was honestly looking for you when you approached him and- wait. You smell good. Really good. If he focused hard enough, it almost reminds him of-

His mouth was already watering when you brought out the homemade chocolates from behind your back. But his stomach stops growing midway when he hears you- you want him to be your Valentine? And you made these yourself as a gift for him?

Beel’s still hungry obviously, but his hunger subsided when he felt the warmth spread throughout his body. He smiles and nods, eager about being able to spend more time with you

He’s already thinking about the spots you can hit today- and then he remembers that he’s starving, but he feels so bad about ruining the moment when he felt something get pushed between his lips- your chocolate!

Your cooking >>>>>>> anything else in his eyes

Beel could eat your creations all day if he could (but it wasn’t possible so he had to stop thinking about it before it makes him sad again), but this just feels more intimate

But he doesn’t want to eat it all by himself even if it’s for him. You insist that he can eat it all but he wants you to eat some too, feeding you a piece bit by bit

Whenever he was spending time with you or thinking about you, he wouldn’t feel as hungry anymore. Like the hunger was being replaced by something more filling, but he didn’t understand until you slept in his room with him and his twin. He was going to get up for a midnight meal, but when he glanced down at you curled up against him, it diminished to where it wasn’t as noticeable as before

He doesn’t know how you do it, but you just make him feel so full. Like the gnawing feeling in his stomach isn’t as bad whenever you flash a smile or when you go out of your way to make sure that he’s okay. It’s a feeling he would rather have than his insatiable appetite, and it’s one that he chases more and more he realizes. If anything, that’s the feeling he hungers for

But food does taste better when you share it with the people you love, and he can’t wait to share this and more meals with you

Belphegor

He honestly thought it was a dream at first- you standing above him glowing like usual, holding out a cow plushie with a bright red bow wrapped around it, softly smiling down at him and asking him to be your Valentine so sweetly. You’re usually in his dreams anyway, but this one just felt so vivid and real, especially the way your fingers felt combing through his bed head- wait, a cow plushie? That’s new, but he’s not mad about it (to be honest he’s kinda excited now)-

Until you ask him again, and he starts to realize that this isn’t a dream after all

He’s trying to hide his blush by burying his face into his pillow, but he’s failing horribly at it. Do you always have to tease him like this MC?

But please don’t stop caring about him

He tries to play it off like it’s not a big deal, but really he’s just so embarrassed that he doesn’t know how to respond. He still has a hard time believing that this is even real. After everything, you still want to be by his side. You still cuddle with him, you still laugh with you, you comfort him even when he tries to hide what he’s feeling- You still…love him. And you’ve given him a chance to love you fully

He was still going to celebrate today with you, but he doesn’t take the holiday super serious like others do. He still cares obviously, but how is one day suppose to prove just how much he loves you? It’s not enough for him, it never will be because that’s just how much he loves you

He’s not the greatest with his words, and you can go stargazing like he originally planned for- after your nap. You need to take responsibility for messing up his afternoon nap, and you can start by being the perfect pillow for him

That’s just his way of asking you to don’t leave

Bonus: whenever you can’t make it for your daily naps, Belphie complains to the cow plushie like it’s his personal diary. And he ends up cuddling with it just because it reminds him of you and he finds himself sleeping a little bit easier until you can come back