#it was with minimum yelling and screaming today

[superbattrash]

I DID IT. I spent time with my dad alone! And it was nice! So nice, in fact, that I did not object to sitting down for a soda when we were done, even with my mom and the dog being there lol

[pastelchad]

Work hasn't made me this mad in a long time I'm literally sweating I'm so fucking angry

[demonvibez]

Overwhelmed

Characters: Leviathan x GN Reader Word Count: 3.7k+ Rating: Teen Tags: hurt/comfort, fluff, implied nd reader, gn reader, reader experiences overstimulation (non sexual), brief mentions of mental health topics, kissing A/N: This is based on my experience and what it's like to have my brain. Not gonna explicitly tag anything, but if you can relate, I hope you like this! And if you can't, I hope it gives you a look into my mind ♡ this was cute and fun either way, so enjoy!

Typically, the liveliness of the House of Lamentation didn't bother you, in fact you enjoyed it. The constant chaos of the Demon Brothers typically meant you're never bored or lonely, always getting pulled into their antics at any given time of the day. The natural buzz and chatter around the House usually gave you comfort, knowing your home was filled with those that you love. Today though, for some reason, you couldn't help but to feel a bit...off.

You weren't sure exactly when you started to feel this way. Mammon had slept over in your room the night prior, and he had set a new alarm tone on his DDD to be sure the two of you awoke on time - it was really more for him, seeing as he had Saturday morning breakfast duty, but you promised you'd wake up with him anyway. You didn't know exactly how jarring it would be to wake up to, but it definitely put you in a panic as it ripped you from your deeply peaceful slumber. And the way Mammon was tightly gripping you in his sleepy cuddle made it hard for you to grab his phone and turn it the hell off - the day definitely wasn't starting off well. 

Perhaps it was breakfast that was the catalyst of it all. Before you can even step into the dining hall, you can hear most of the brothers already talking inside. As you pushed the door open, your senses were flooded with a barrage of sight, sound and scent. The lighting was unusually brighter as Asmodeus painted his nails at the table, his perfume being the first to hit your nose as you made your way to your seat, and a faint headache started to pulse behind your eyes.

"Good morning, hon~♡," he said, in his typical Asmo singsong voice, "This brand new polish just arrived for me this morning so you know I just had to apply it before I got my day started!"

The pungent scent of Devildom food being prepared wafted out from the kitchen, mixing with the scent of Asmo's beauty products, and you mentally hoped to yourself that the weird combination of scents didn't cause you to lose your appetite. You heard a few crashing noises ring out from the kitchen, followed by the swears of the Second Born and promises of punishment from the First. You shook your head, a small smile on your lips before you looked over to see a pouting Beelzebub next to you. Knowing he was disappointed at the tardiness of this morning's breakfast, you rubbed his arm gently and reassured him that the wait will be over soon.

The final straw definitely came sometime after breakfast. You were sitting in the common room with Beel, watching BBQ Life on the television as you both munched away on some kettle corn. Leviathan was sat across one of the chairs, his legs dangled over one of the sides as he played his current favorite new game on his handheld console, sound turned down to almost a minimum. The three of you were having a relaxing time, when all of the sudden, you heard a faint yelling coming from the front porch before the extremely loud slamming of the entrance door, open then shut. You jumped at the loud bang of the slamming door, and turned your eyes to the hallway to see Satan and Belphegor in a screaming match. You couldn't even really gleam what the two were arguing over, you just knew you were starting to feel overwhelmed by it all. 

The chattering from the television, the stickiness of your hands from the popcorn, the brothers' screaming, the scuffing of their shoes on the floor as they wrestle with each other, the soft noises from Levi's game, your headache now suddenly pounding at full force and the anxiety creeping in with it all...it was just too much.

Just as Beelzebub got up to jump between his twin and his older brother, you also jumped up and decided to make a break for it. You needed to get away and go chill somewhere that you could clear your head. Normally you'd also step in and try to diffuse the situation, but the overstimulation was making it hard to process your own thoughts, much less anything else that was going on in the House. You quickly made your way up the stairs, knowing you couldn't possibly go hide out in your own room. You knew that if you hid there, more than one of your demons would follow you and crowd you until you told them what's wrong - not that you wanted to push them away, necessarily, but you just couldn't explain it at that moment. Your mind felt like lightning was striking your brain, while simultaneously, hurricane force winds blew your thoughts around in a flooded vortex. You needed to go somewhere that you could calm the storm in your mind in peace.

There were three rooms in the House of Lamentation you knew you could find uninterrupted solace, for if any demon enter without permission, there would be literal hell to pay. You couldn't go to Satan's room right now, for he was most likely still in the middle of his rage, which you didn't have the capacity to deal with at that moment. You could go to Lucifer's room, but then he'd interrogate you as to why you had decided to let yourself into his room and curl up in his bed. That only really left you with one option - the one demon you knew without a doubt would understand.

You made your way to his door and grabbed the knob, silently praying to yourself that it was unlocked - and to your luck, it actually was. As you pulled the door open, a soft blue light spilled into the hallway, and you made quick work walking inside and closing the door behind you. The soft glow and ambient hum of both the aquarium and the computer were already starting to feel comforting to you. You kicked your shoes off and crossed the room, crawling into his tub and under the covers. As you pulled the fuzzy blanket over your body, you spotted Leviathan's Azuki-tan plushie, pulling it tightly against your chest as you closed your eyes. Maybe if you could just rest and recharge a little, you'll start to feel a bit better. 

Leviathan is sitting downstairs on one of the common room chairs, questing away in his new game, Grand Theft Demonio VI. He needs to beat part one of the solo campaign before he can unlock the online multiplayer features - one of the many anti-cheat techniques in use by the developers, but he is enjoying the campaign all the same. He had decided to come downstairs to play in the common room so he can be closer to you as you watch TV with his little brother. He's deep inside his quest, doing everything he can to win the virtual street race against NPCs, when he hears the slamming of doors and it's subsequent screaming match. He jumps slightly at the noise, but is too focused to look up at from his game, seeing as he can clearly recognize the voices of his Fourth and Seventh brothers fighting over a prank gone wrong. 

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees you make your light sprint out of the room, which forces him to finally look up. A frown befalls his face as he sees you make your exit, and when he looks back down at his game to see that he has lost, his fuse snaps. He taps the button on his handheld to dim and lock the screen, sliding it into his jacket pocket and stomping over to his brothers. All three of his younger brothers take pause as Leviathan verbally tears into them, assigning blame to them for not only losing his game, but scaring you off in the process. Satan can feel Leviathan's wrath building, and he decides to back off, if only to save the House from being flooded and Lotan summoned onto them all. Beel just picks up Belphie and walks off with him under his arm, eventually leaving Leviathan on his own to go find you. 

Naturally, he just assumes you went to your own room - after all, why wouldn't you? He knows better than anyone how much your own room can become an oasis of safety, a place you can just barricade yourself into and unmask. He makes quick work of walking to your room, eager to check on you and make sure that you're okay. You never really shared any diagnoses with him, per say, but he could just tell that you two were very similar in the way that your minds work - and while he's used to several millennia of sharing a roof with his rowdy brothers, he knew it would be a bit different for a human such as yourself. He approaches your door and lightly knocks twice, gently whispering your name before putting his ear to the door. He doesn't hear a single sound coming from your room, which causes him to raise an eyebrow. Surely, you'd at least be watching a comfort anime or something?

"A-are you in there? It's m-me, your Lord of Shadows. I came by to check on you," he says nervously, slowly opening the door to see that you aren't actually inside. He steps in, looking around for you, growing more and more frustrated every moment he doesn't see you. He checks your bathroom, your closet, even under your bed - where the hell could you be? You're probably with one of his brothers again, aren't you?! He stomps out of your room, slamming the door behind him, as he fumes to himself silently. Of course you'd be seeking comfort from one of his brothers, and he's sure he can guess which one of them you may have run to - most likely one of his older brothers' rooms. He figures you'd either go to Lucifer, because he knows how to fix anything - or Mammon, simply because the two of you are so damn close. He can't stand either thought. The Eldest's perfection has caused him a great deal of lamentation over the years, but when he thinks of you running to him for comfort, it stings all the worse. And the fact that you're so close with Mammon? Really?! Mammon?!?! The stupid scummy Avatar of Greed, SERIOUSLY?! WHAT DO YOU EVEN SEE IN HIM?!?! KILXRFJ;-

Filled with envy and demon form on full display, Leviathan storms through the hall and up the stairs. A tidal wave of emotions flash flooding his own mind, he's unable to process his thoughts or feelings, and he just knows he needs to retreat to the safety of his little otaku island. Almost racing to his room, Leviathan quickly finds himself at his own bedroom door. His tail wraps around the knob and twists it open, pulling the door open and then shut again after stepping inside. He lets out a long exhale, his eyes fluttering shut as he takes in the ambient noise of his room - his safe space. His orange eyes finally open, the purple in them slowly seeping back in as the envy slowly recedes from his mind. He takes a few steps towards his bathtub, pulling his handheld out of his pocket as he does so, before freezing in place as he notices movement inside. His eyes widen and his free hand floats up to hide his face when he sees the top of your head peaking out from beneath the pile of fluffy Ruri-chan blankets. His mind goes blank, for he honestly has no idea how to proceed. 

"Leviathan?" your whispered voice calls out to him gently as you pull the covers from your face. You rub your eyes before looking up at him, a small smile pulling at your lips when you see him. "Nap," is all you ask as you scoot over in the bottom of the tub, patting the space next to you as you invite him into his own bed with you. You'd apologize for intruding into his space later, but you know that right now you both need a good cuddle and a nap together - especially if the way he tore through the door a few minutes ago tells you anything about his mood. He hesitates for a moment, his brain still rebooting to process the sight before him, and next thing he knows you're full on assaulting him with your puppy dog eyes.

As you silently plead with him, you reach up towards him, inviting him into your arms as you make a grabby hand gesture. Before he starts to spiral with doubt, he decides to just go for it - you're his Henry, after all. He slides off his shoes and steps into the tub, lowering himself down beside you as you lightly giggle and scoot over just a little more so he can get comfortable. As soon as his head hits the pillow, you rest your head on his chest, your arm draping itself over his torso as your legs tangle with his. A rosy blush dusts his cheeks as he hears you sigh happily, and he can't help but to smile a little himself. His tail snakes its way around your waist as he wraps his arms around you, holding you close as the two of you eventually drift off to sleep.

After a very adventurous dream involving the two of you slaying a dragon, Leviathan finally drifts out of his slumber and into wakefulness. As his mostly purple eyes flutter open, still adjusting to the dim light of the room, he focuses to see you still comfortably asleep in his arms. As he gazes down at you, he thinks about earlier, and how he so quickly assumed you'd seek the comfort of another demon. A tinge of guilt enters the back of his mind, feeling bad about having doubted you so easily - you're his Henry! His player two! He internally curses himself, telling himself he should have a little more faith in his best friend in all three realms, or else you may grow tired of his antics like everyone else. One of his biggest fears is that one day you might think he's just too much, and he'll lose you forever. . .

Before his thoughts could become too turbulent, he feels you stirring within his grasp. The way you gently squeeze him, and press a loving little nuzzle into the crook of his neck, is enough to push back the fear and insecurity - at least for now. You crane your neck upwards, pressing a kiss into the bottom of his jaw, before your eyes flutter open to look up at the gorgeous sea demon beneath you. A small blush paints itself across Leviathan's cheeks as he looks down at you, his admiration for you sparkling in his orange and purple gradient eyes. 

"Heeeey...y-you're awake," he says nervously, his hand moving to hide his blush as the other stays rested on your back. You can't help but to let out a small giggle. 

"As are you, my sweet otaku. Hope your nap was as good as mine was," you murmur softly, reaching up to move his hand away from his face and cup his cheek with your own hand. You push yourself up a little on your other arm, stretching a bit to be able to kiss him. You finally press your lips to his, and Leviathan could have sworn he can see animated hearts and fireworks flashing around the room as he finally felt the warmth of your kiss. He hesitates for a moment, his brain caught in a slight lag, which causes you to internally panic for a moment as well - until you can finally feel him relax beneath you and kiss you back. He pulls you up closer, his arms wrapped around you in a loving hug, his tail still securely wrapped around your waist. You playfully nibble his bottom lip, smiling into the kiss as you attempt to deepen it, when all of the sudden - a loud banging at the door.

The suddenly loud bang made you jump a little, your heart skipping a beat as you unintentionally break the kiss. The banging continues, and you shrink down into the tub, burrowing your face into Leviathan's chest and pulling the blanket back over your head. You weren't quite ready to go back out and deal with all the chaos of the House of Lamentation - you just wanna stay here and relax with him.

"Yo, Levi! I know ya got my human in there! Open the hell up!" You know that voice anywhere - Mammon has probably been blowing up your phone asking for you. You love your greedy first man but, he's a ball of energy that you'd rather hang out with later when you're recharged yourself. Your headache is now gone, but you're still a bit tired and a little anxious from earlier. Just as you peak your head out from under the blanket to whisper something to Levi, you hear more banging at the door, followed by a loud scoff from the Avatar of Envy.

"Who does he think he is, banging on my door like he owns the place and demanding I give you to him," he said, his tone sharp as the envy flares up in his eyes, his eyebrows scrunching together in anger. 

"Hey," you murmur softly to him, "you can go tell him I'm fine, I'll see him later. But you don't have to worry, Levi. I'm staying here with you." You reach up to press another little kiss onto the bottom of his jaw, before looking at him to see a satisfied smirk spread across his face. He would absolutely take this opportunity to go tell off his scummy older brother - especially taking pride in the fact that you want to ignore all of his brothers and stay here with him.

"I'll be right back," he confidently says before pressing a kiss to the top of your head. He lets go of you as you move off of him - you sit up at the opposite end of the tub as he stands up and climbs out, making his way to the bedroom door with a purpose. You had made your wishes clear to him, and he is beyond willing to be the one to enforce them for you. He rips the door open just before Mammon could slam his fist into it one last time, and you look away just as Mammon calls your name. Leviathan pushes Mammon backward into the hall as he steps through the door, mindful enough to gently click the door shut. 

You wrap the blanket around your body and up over your shoulders as you listen and wait for the commotion in the hallway to be over. You can hear some faint shouting at first, but then it dies down to an undistinguishable murmur, so you just lean back against the tub and turn your attention to the aquarium. You always love the glow of the LED lights in Levi's tank - and you could watch lil Henry 2.0 swim around for hours. The new little plants Levi put in the tank are really pretty, love the way they look in the water. A little aquarium would look really cool in your room! Maybe you should also get a few new plants for your room too, give the tree in there a few siblings. You start to wonder about the tree, was the house built around it, or was a tree transplanted there? Does is like living in your room? You should definitely get those plants, make the tree happy! Does the tree have a name...?

The door opens and closes once again, snapping you out of your streaming thoughts and your attention back to the door. You have no idea how long he was out there, but Leviathan is now back with a smug smirk on his face, making his way to his desk to take the phone off the charger. He unlocks his DDD and taps away, typing a message in the House group chat saying that 'the human is fine and recovering with me, DND ⛔,' before tossing his phone back down into his gaming chair.

"Thank you, Leviathan...for everything," you say softly. "I just got..so...um, overwhelmed. And you're the only one who understands me like that...plus I love spending time with you..." The two of you struggle to look at each other as blush spreads across both of your faces. 

"N-no need to thank me," he says, hiding his face behind both of his hands. "You're always welcome here, a-and I'll always have your back!" 

The two of you settle back in together, cozy in his arms as you lean back against his chest while the two of you watch a cute new anime. He asked if you wanted to pick one from his watchlist, but you couldn't make up your mind on one, so he ended up streaming 'Help! I Have a Crush on My BFF from Another Realm!' 

After watching for a while, the two of you get to chatting - mostly starting with analysis of the anime, and eventually drifting into the events of the day. You explained to the best of your abilities what happened and how it felt, to which Leviathan reassures you that he heavily relates, and that you can always come to him for anything - especially when you're feeling overwhelmed. You assure him the same, reminding him that Henry always has their Lord of Shadows' back. 

The two of you share another tender little kiss before turning your attention back to the anime on screen, the next episode starting to auto-play. As he holds you in his arms, the theme song softly playing on the TV, Leviathan can't help but to think how happy he is to have a relationship with such a deep sense of understanding between the two of you - you really are his Henry.

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[evewasheretoday]

Accidents Happen: Prologue

Your mother was a hardworking woman with high hopes and your father was an honest man.

The love that your parents had for each other was unconditional and strong, it shouldn't have been a surprise that with such a love — they'd been blessed with twelve children, six boys and six girls.

While being the youngest in your family certainly had its advantages and disadvantages, this was certainly not one of them.

“I can't believe the lot of you are kicking me out!” You screamed at the top of your lungs, your voice hoarse from all the yelling. “And after everything I've done for all of you?”

“This was not our decision to make” Your oldest sister—Camelia—replied, crossing her arms to her chest.

“I told you being a slob was bound to get you into trouble someday” Your second oldest brother—Daniel—sighed.

The rest of your siblings were inside the house, smiling happily at the sight of you leaving home and being sent away to Castle Dimitrescu from the windows. 

Lady Dimitrescu's home — where most women would come to work as a maid.

You gulped. “This is not a fun experience” You told them. “You are sending me to my own death!”

Camelia and Daniel shared a look.

“You're exaggerating” Camelia responded to you. “If anything — we're doing you a favour” She grinned cheekily to you.

“Besides” Daniel added, walking toward you and ruffling your hair. “It will be good for you”

“If I don't come back, I must be dead” You mumbled.

Daniel laughed while Camelia just smiled.

“Oh, don't be ridiculous!” Camelia rolled her eyes at you. “You will survive” She said.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Counting the days since you first stepped into Castle Dimitrescu and started your work, you've been under Lady Dimitrescu's employment for two years.

Yet you still cannot get used to the screams of pain that come from the castle's dungeons nor the fear of any day being your last.

You've rarely ever seen any of the women living there. I mean, you see the other servants every now and then but the daughters?

Yeah, no. You did your best to avoid them as much as possible. Emphasis on the word did because no matter how much you tried — it just wasn't possible to avoid them entirely.

“I feel terribly sorry for that girl,” One of your coworkers spoke up.

You never believed it to be true but Lady Dimitrescu certainly did not employ any man into the castle.

All the faces you've seen and all the voices you've heard during your time here were all women.

“She has a name, Lucille” Looking around the dinner table, everyone's attention was settled on one person.

“Had,” Lucille corrected. “After her little incident with Lady Daniela, I doubt anyone will be calling her other than a fool or a slattern.” She chuckled softly. “And you know that all too well, Gabriela”

Everyone's eyes were still fixated on one person. And that was Gabriela.

“I would watch my words If I were you, Lucille” The ginger-haired woman warned. Her lips pursed into a thin line as she stared directly at Lucille, the dark brown-haired woman who glared back at her.

Dinner was usually quiet for every single woman who worked at Castle Dimitrescu under Lady Dimitrescu's employment. But today seemed like a bad day to say the least. 

Lucille and Gabriela were one of the oldest employees in Castle Dimitrescu. 

They were both already here before your own family had decided you would be better working at a place that paid so well rather than at home where you only did the bare minimum at best.

“I am but stating a fact, Gabriela” Lucille rolled her eyes. “Had she been more careful with her work, she would not have ended in the dungeons” She sneered.

Gabriela slammed her fist against the table, every other maid flinched at the sudden noise. “If you'll excuse me,” She gritted out through clenched teeth. “I shall eat in my room” She said before storming out of the dining hall.

“Well,” You mumbled, wiping your mouth clean. “That was something”

~~~~~~~~~~~

If you could kill someone with your bare hands without a thought, you'd have done it by now.

“You!” Beatrice, the head maid, called out. “Clean the library” She ordered, pointing at you with the broomstick in her hand. “And don't come back unless it is spotless”

Beatrice was quite a lovely woman.

Only if you weren't the one she was yelling at and making orders to.

“Yes, ma'am” You sighed exasperatedly before hurrying to the library.

Today just couldn't have been worse, you thought.

A shadow following you from afar, quiet like a mouse, unbeknownst to you.

[starlightshadowsworld]

This is the reality for many Palestinian children in the Israeli prison system.

[Video transcript:

While we're on the topic of Palestinian prisoners, or as I like to refer to them, hostages. We need to talk about the case of Ahmed Manasra.

Who is serving a 9 and a half year sentence in Israeli prison. And has been in prison since the age of 13.

On October 12th 2015, Ahmed and his cousin Hassan were walking the streets of East Jerusalem when they were attacked by an Israeli mob.

This mob accused them of stabbing 2 of them and immediately shot and killed Hassan. And brutally beat up Ahmed, and running him over with a car.

Fracturing part of his skull.

There is a viral video of this mob yelling at Ahmed, taunting him, telling him to die as he is lying on the ground bleeding, pleading for help.

The Israeli occupational forces then brutally interrogated him without an attorney or parent present.

There is a video out there of his interrogation where these Israeli soilders are screaming at this child.

At the time it was illegal for children to be in prison, so the courts waited until his 14th birthday. He has been in and out of solitary confinement for years.

Which directly goes against international law.

(Excerpt from the United Nations reads: The Mandela Rules, updated in 2015, are a revised minimum standard of UN rules that defines solitary confinement as 'the condiment of prisoners for 22 hours or more a day without any meaningful human contact.'

Solitary confinement may only be imposed in exceptional circumstances, and "prolonged" solitary confinement of more than 15 consecutive days is regarded as a form of torture.)

He has been diagnosed with schizophrenia and severe depression with suicidal thoughts, due to the solitary confinement and the human rights abuses that the Israeli occupation have done to him.

Even though, the Israeli courts found out that he was not involved with the stabbings, he is still serving a 9 and a half year sentence for "attempted murder."

(Excerpt from AP news reads: The teenagers are typically held in 1 by 1.5-meter (3 by 5 foot) cell flooded with endless light, the group said.

Their only human contact is with interrogators. They return to their families deeply scarred, said Ayed Abu Eqtaish, the groups accountability program director.)

I saw a report saying that teenagers are usually held in cells that are 3 and a half by 5 feet.

Ahmed is locked in his cell for 23 hours a day. He is being kept in the Ramla prison. He is continually been denied family visits, medical care and a push for his early release.

He has been tortured endlessly since the age of 13 by the Israeli occupation forces.

There has been an international push for his release (image reads: GENEVA '14th July 2022- UN human rights experts today urged the Government of Israel to immediately release Ahmed Manasra, 20 year old Palestinian detailed in Israeli prisons since he was 13 years old. While suffering serious mental health conditions.)

Yet at the age of 21, Ahmed still remains in Israeli prison.

This push largely follows the fact that he is not being treated for his medical conditions, that the Israeli occupation forces caused him.

Israel took away Ahmed's childhood at age 13, we need to push for his immediate release.

Ahmed not only deserves to be at home with his family, but deserves justice for what happened to him.

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And who knows how many Ahmed's are unjustly abd illegally locked up and tortured in these prisons.

Because the majority of Palestinians in there, are children or were arrested as children.

With no reason to be there, admitted by Israel themselves.

[jaehyunsprincesspeach2]

What do you think it would be like if Murayama and cobra fell in love with the same girl 🧐

This one was interesting to write and I loved it!! Thank you so much for the request, I hope you like it!

Much love ~ ember

Murayama and Cobra fall for the same girl

I fear this could be a recipe for disaster

Not necessarily for you, but for the two of them individually

Both Murayama and Cobra are somewhat friends, or at least on good terms, so when they find out they both like you, neither of them would know what to do

Not that they have any obligation to each other, but they would prefer to keep the fighting between SWORD at a minimum

They both tend to be pretty laid back, so I think before anything serious happens, they would talk first

Asking things like how did they meet you, where, when, things like that

Maybe even asking what they like about you, so that both of them can get a feel for the situation, and see if there is something that they can do to sway your opinion

I feel like they would want to keep the fact that they talk away from you, so that you dont become uncomfortable, so you probably wont ever hang out with both of them at the same time

However, they are both doing what they can to sway your decision

Murayama would work as much as he can, so that he can buy you flowers or take you out to dinner, he would take you on walks in the park, or somewhere that is safe so that you wouldn’t get hurt

Cobra would also buy you flowers, he would take you for rides on his bike, probably somewhere away from others so that the two of you can enjoy more time to talk without being interrupted

Neither of them would let you near a fight, unless it can't be helped. They both want to keep you safe, so the only time you would see them fight is if someone is threatening you or making you uncomfortable

I think that if they knew that you were hanging out with the other, they would try their best to hide their jealousy

Like of Murayama asks to hang out and you tell him you have plans, he would for sure ask with who, and when you tell him with Cobra, he would try to make it seem like its okay and that he’s not jealous, but he doesnt hide it very well

And then when you bring it up to Cobra, he would start asking subtle questions like, “oh Murayama asked you to hang out today?” “Do you hang out with him often?” Things like that, trying to get a feel for the situation

Regardless, the tension cannot be hidden, no matter how hard they try

Knowing that you actively hang out with the other would spark them both to try harder for your affection

At that point, they would both practically be at your feet bowing, hoping that you choose them over the other

The gifts would increase, the dates would become more frequent, both of them trying to win you over

It would probably get to a point where you have to make a decision because it’s becoming almost too overbearing for you

Regardless of who you pick, I dont think that it would end in a fight between the two boys

I think that they both would respect your decision, and would be happy for you choosing happiness for yourself

If Murayama is turned down, he is going to pretend like he is okay, and then probably return to Oya screaming and yelling, while the others try to comfort him

He’s for sure beating up anyone who gets in his way though, he just needs a way to release the emotions that he is feeling, and fighting is the only way that he knows how to do that

If Cobra is turned down, he will become quiet, accepting your decision, and will probably go for a long ride on his bike to think about everything

When he goes back to the diner, and everyone is asking where he was, or if he is okay, he pretends like he is okay, and acts as his normal self

But when it's just him and Yamato, he will talk about how he is feeling, and all of the things that are going through his mind

Regardless, I don't think there is a wrong decision here, both of them would treat you like a queen

Just be gentle with both of them, despite their tough exterior, they both have big hearts, and take care of the people and things that they love

Go easy on them lol, they’re secretly softies

[queenmeraairam]

Just Hold me

Namor x F Reader I don't own the character First time writing Description Establish Relationship Reader has had a bad day like  A REAL BAD DAY NAMOR CONFORTS YOU. Hurt/Confort. Sorry for spelling errors Warning violence.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH" you screamed at the ocean you screamed until your throat went raw the tears streaming down your face you had had a real bad day first you got into a nasty fight with your dad with him calling you all sorts of horrible names and throwing things around the house. All you did was tell him to keep the toilet seat dry after using the restroom. You left before the tears could fall.

Afterwards you had to go to work at the local restaurant and to your horror you were working with the terror twins Mandy and Karen they would make you do all the work while they themselves doing the bare minimum and made your job many times harder than it had to be. You tried to complain to the manager but the manager was constantly stoned out of his mind.

And today they must hae been in a real Bitchy mode spilling dirty food on you and calling you names under their breath. And the customers were no better the heat wave was making everyone short tempered you lost count how many customers yelled at you for things out of your control. It but it wasn't till the restaurant closed up that it really got bad you were taking out the trash when they cornered you Mindy grabed your hair and pulled you to the ground and when you tried to get up Karen gave you a kick to the stomach knocking the air was out of your lungs and keeping you grounded  but it wasn't over Mandy got you to your feet only for Karen to give you a backhanded slap knocking you to the ground  you tasted blood. You tried to fight but it was two against one and they were much bigger than you. You are 5'0 these girls are 5'8 there was no way you would win. The beating felt like it lasted hours but in reality it was no more than ten or so minuites according to your phone. You were hurting but you forced yourself to your bike and made your way to the beach your safe space you would come here everytime you felt like your emotioins were too much to handle or just wanted to be alone and sing it was secluded and hard to get to.

It was also here where you meet him.

Your Kukulkan you met him a few years ago The moon was beautiful you came here because you wanted to sing and play your guitar without being seen you had just a finished a song when you heard some clapping that spooked you you turned around and saw him emerging from the sea Dark hair, Beautiful Caramel skin covered in jewels with wings at his ankles you thought he was the most beautiful man you had ever seen.

" That was beautiful" He said  " Thank you i wrote it myself" you blushed you never herd someone compliment your singing before your shyness prevented you from singing infront of people "i'm Y/n what is yours" you asked " My people call me Kukulkan but my enemies call me Namor are you an enemy? He asked with a menacing tone getting closer. Out of instinct you stepped back clutching your guitar to you chest "No... I am not i've got no reason to be." you said back unsure on what else to say.

"As you say you have no reason to be do not be afraid i was swiming near by and heard singing i did not mean to frighten you. You have a lovley voice," Namor says his whole demeaner changed he sits himself down hoping you do the same and you do and you begin talking he tells you about Talokan and himself and the marine life it was fascianting to learn and you told him about your life your mom died when you were young she loved to sing so you do to to keep her memory life. How your dad sucks and you are waiting to graduate University so you can go away and never come back you tell him about your dreams of going to medical school and becoming a doctor and fears which suprised you. you had never told anyone this and yet here you were telling it to a man you just met a complete stranger but you coudn't deny there was something about him that made you feel safe like it was gonna be okay it felt warm and before you realized. It was starting to get late and you need to go home because you had class in the morning. "will i see you again?" Kukulkan asked with hopefull tone, you couldn't help but smile "How about tomorrow night?" You responded Kukulkan Just nods "until tomorrow" he says and then you part ways.

True to your word you return the next night and meet him again many times you bring your homework and notes so you can study a bit and you would talk about your classes and what you were learning it never seeamed to bore him instead he seemed quite interested  he would ask questions and help you study by asking you questions from the books  but he would make sure there was time for play because all work and no play is not good he would bring you gift like shells and pearls you tried to refuse but he would give you puppy dog eyes and you would always relent He taught you his lanuage and told you things he had never told other people. And before you knew it you had falllen in love with him.

You remembered the first time you kissed him it was after seeing the results of a very difficult exam that you were so caughted up in your joy you just kissed him which supprised you. You imediatly backed away unsure of what to say or do with one hand he just gently grabbed your chin so you were looking at him and the other one he put around your waist pulling you closer  and slowly as to not scare you without breaking eye contact he kissed you and you felt your nerves go haywire and you deepened the kiss it was the first night he made love to you and oh how you felt loved for the first time in a long time you felt loved you felt seen.

You smiled at the memory it was one of your favorites.

At this point you had sat yourself down your head on your knees and you were just sobbing so hard your body was shaking you didn't hear foot steps rappidly approach.

He was on his way when he heard your cries and immidiatly rushed and what he saw made his heart stop Bruises covered your ams and legs He gently knelt by you and tried to get your attention "In yakunaj! Ba'ax tuukul a.Ba'ax ku yuuchul? Ba'ax uuch" ( My love! what's the matter? what's wrong? what's happened) He had never seen you in such a state he placed a hand on your shoulder which caused you to look up. Kukulkan frozed your face had brusies a black eye a busted lip. You didn't say anything you just threw yourself into his arms and sobbed and sobbed. Kukulkan wrapped his arms around you and just held you whispering sweet nothings after a while your sobs quited but the shaking didn't.

"In Yakunaj paakat in" (my love look at me) Kukulkan said concern in his voice "Maax beet le ba'ala?" ( who did this).He tells you his voice like iron.  And you just spilled everything by the end you were crying not as hard as before but it didn't matter seeing tears was not something Kukulkan liked to see not now not ever. "shhh my love it is okay i'm here i'm here, i'm sorry im so sorry you had such a bad day i should go and kill those three for daring to hurt you. It is unforgivable" Kukulkan's voice was hard he was trying to keep his rage in. The only thing stopping him was that you were still in his arms shaking in distress and he was not gonna leave you until you were fully calmed down even then he might not go yet.

"N-o-o don't they are unworthy as much of assholes they are they don't deserve it" you tell him as much as the idea sounds amusing you knew it was wrong " Just hold me please " Your voice breaking Kukulkan is quick to shush you and does as you say he holds you tight like you might slip away at any moment when you have fully calmed down he gently strips your clothes off and sees the extent of the injuries you suffered he is angry for the brusies are everywhere. But he puts his anger aside and just focuses on kissing the bruises he redresses you and gently picks you up and goes to an outcropping of rocks where the both of you will be more conceled from prying eyes grabs the blanket that you left there a while ago wraps you up and just holds you until you fall asleep in his arms he longs to take you to Talokan away from here but he saves that question for another day right now he just holds you

[krikeymate]

Hey, I just want to tell you that you're an incredibly talented author, and all of your posts make me happy and excited.

I also have a request (I love angst, sry not sry) and the Carpenter sisters are kind of my new obsession rn (thanks to you lol)

Could you please write a scenario in which Sam comes back from school (she doesn't know about Billy yet) and witnesses Christina's violent outburst towards Tara?

She can't believe it at first because her mother always treated Sam like a princess (we all know why), and Tara is known to be a "clumsy" kid. So, basically, her little sister lied to her about where the bruises come from, but WHY?! I can't answer my own question, and it's frustrating.

I imagine a larger age gap between the two sisters. Sam knows that her mother doesn't love Tara as much as she adores Sam, but the physical abuse always happens when she isn't around.

Thank you so much for your time and effort!

(I'm sorry if I made a mistake, English isn't my first language)

Thank you so much!! I'm glad to hear you like my stuff :) and your English is great!

This will fit pretty well in my five years late AU! The age gap is 10 years, Christina loves Sam and treats her well (although Sam began pulling away once she discovered her father isn't her father - although she never learnt who was). Christina becomes pretty absent when Sam is 15 and their father leaves, but she's never been violent (to Sam's knowledge), or particularly mean to Tara... she just... doesn't care about her so much. She does the bare minimum, and Sam picks up the slack.

It's October, Sam's 18 and in her senior year, and usually she would be at basketball practice right now, except coach started throwing up 10 minutes into practice and sent everyone home. Sam's pretty irritated, all things considered. They didn't need coach there to train, and boy did they need to train. It seems like nobody practised over the summer, and Sam doesn't want to end her final year with as many losses as last year.

But hey, at least she'll get to spend an extra couple of hours with Tara today! Her sister's been upset lately about all the extra time Sam spends at practice now. It was the same last year, she seems to recall. But she got used to it before, and Sam knows she'll get used to it again.

Mom even bought Tara a soccer ball to kick around the garden, she said that her sister was probably just jealous that Sam's good at a sport. Sam can't say she's ever seen her sister touch it once, but mom says she uses it all the time when Sam's at practice, pointing to Tara's bruised legs and scuffed hands and knees. Then she complains that Tara's been kicking the ball against the kitchen wall, and tells Sam to remind her sister to behave herself.

So, Sam's not expected when she arrives home at 3.45 instead of 6pm. She sneaks around the back, hoping to catch her sister practising soccer - an activity Tara refuses to discuss with her but her mother assures her is happening - but finds only an empty backyard... and it sounds like her mother is yelling in the kitchen. It's pretty alarming to hear, mom rarely raises her voice, and it has Sam scrambling over the fence to pull open the backdoor.

It takes a moment for her to realise what she's seeing.

Tara's on the floor, crying, and crawling backwards, away from their mother. Her cheek is bright red, the indentation of fingers spread across it, complete with several scratches. And her mother is screaming at her. She's in the middle of "I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOUR PATHETIC C-" when Sam runs forward and involves herself in the scene.

"What are you doing?!" she cries, standing between Tara and their mother, hands held out as if to push her mother away.

The way her face goes from angry to calm in an instant unsettles Sam. It feels a lot like watching the theatre kids practise at lunch, the way they could go from happy to sad to angry at a click of the finger.

"Honey," she coos, putting a hand on Sam's shoulder. "You're home early?"

"Practise was cancelled," Sam answers warily. Her mother's avoiding the question. "What are you doing?" she repeats, looking over her shoulder to her sister. Tara's rubbing at her face now, breathing heavily through her hiccups to try and control her breathing. Sam frowns, she's going to need her inhaler.

"She was kicking the ball against the wall again," her mother lets out through gritted teeth. Sam can see fragments of frustration leaking through her mask. She knows there was no answer her mother could give that would make this ok, but she had still hoped for better than this. Something reasonable. Something that makes sense.

"So you hit her? Are you kidding me, what the fuck mom," she growls, shaking off her hand and turning to her sister. Sam picks Tara up off the floor, holding her to her chest, and stares down her mother as Tara burrows her face into Sam's hoodie.

"You have no idea what it's like, Samantha," her mother finally responds. "Trying to raise that girl. She's not like you, she's trouble."

Her mother's words floor her. Sam can't believe what she's hearing. She can't believe this is her mother saying these things, doing these things. Sam exits the room backwards, her head shaking the entire time.

Even once they're sequestered away in Sam's room, Tara won't talk to her, won't tell her what happened. She just stays curled into Sam's side, sniffling. Sam has the nagging feeling that her mother wasn't telling the truth. The football's always in the same place every time she sees it, today was no exception. And if that was a lie, then... where did the bruises come from?

Sam has to choke back the nausea. Her sister needs her right now.

She quits basketball the next day.

[gimmie-a-sammich]

To Rule Them All | Chapter 2 | Wake Up

Pairing: Idol!Ateez/???!Ateez x Fem!Original Characters

Summary: Alexis is about to have the summer of a lifetime traveling the country with some of her best friends following one of her favorite groups, Ateez. Little do they know, there is more to this group than meets the eye. Take a trip into the dark as they navigate a world unseen.

Genre: (18+ Minors DNI) smut, angst, fluff, supernatural vibes 

Chapter Warning: hauntings, cursing

Word Count: 3.8k

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Time seemed to fly between Christie and I’s hectic schedules and the anticipation for not only the opening show, but for Nikki’s arrival into our cute town. We had finally reached that day and the two of us were running frantically around our own home in preparation to meet Nikki at her new apartment. I was running behind, per usual, and it was up to Christie to get me back on schedule. 

“Alexis, love, she’s less than thirty minutes out. So respectfully, I need you to get your ass in gear,” Christie shouted.

I rolled my eyes. “If SOMEONE hadn’t decided that we needed to binge watch Food Wars all night, maybe I wouldn’t have needed to sleep in,” I yelled back.

Truth be told, even without staying up until 2am watching one of Christie’s favorite animes, I wouldn’t have been able to sleep anyway. Austin was relentless, finding every single way he could to get a hold of me. Even without the endless harassment, I was barely sleeping again, constantly feeling like eyes were on me.

I did a final once over in the mirror. My hair wasn’t cooperating what so ever and I swear I had redone my messy bun at a minimum of ten times. Clearly, it was going to have a mind of its own today, but with the schedule of events how I looked did not matter in the slightest. I grabbed one of my favorite crewnecks out of my closet, mumbling under my breath, before walking out of my room to face Christie. 

She stood impatiently in the middle of the living room, tapping her foot onto the hardwood floor and clutching two to-go thermoses of coffee in her hands. She thrust one of them out for me, forcing it into my hand as she hurried back into the kitchen to grab a third sitting on the edge of the counter. 

“Do you have everything? Phone? Keys? Wallet?” she called back to me. 

“Yes mom,” I retorted, obnoxiously patting along my body to prove a point, only to realize that my phone was not in the pockets of my shorts nor in my fanny pack. “Well… shit.”

Christie giggled, knowing how frequently I lost my phone. I force played the dreaded sound from my watch, hearing the ding down the hallway from my bedroom.  “Hurry up, I’ll meet you in the car… but you’re driving.” 

I stuck my tongue out at her before stomping towards my room. My phone was resting right on top of my still unmade bed. I picked it up, zipping the device into my bag. I quickly turned to leave once more, trying to hurry to not ensue more of Christie’s wrath when I noticed my closet door ajar. I had sworn that I shut it after collecting my hoodie from within, but it wouldn’t be the first time that my lack of sleep made me forget to do trivial things. 

Christie had already started the car, honking at me while I locked our front door behind me and screaming that Nikki was only ten minutes out. As I jumped into the driver’s seat all I could hear was her incoherent mumbling, something about a speed demon and how it's a miracle she even made it here at all. Lucky for us, Nikki’s apartment complex was an eight minute drive. Christie immediately hooked her phone up to the bluetooth in my car, causing Ateez’s Guerilla to blast through the speakers. 

“So, gameplan?” I asked as I turned down the volume. Christie glared at me, but answered regardless of her annoyance that interrupted one of her favorite songs. 

“Well… moving Nikki today, right?” she said matter of factly as she stated the obvious. “Then, chatting with Adam and Thea sometime after dinner. Tomorrow, depending on how far Nikki is with  unpacking, I thought we could go D1 and D2 shopping since we hadn’t planned those yet. Did I miss anything?” 

I nodded in agreement. “Nah, I just wanted to make sure I wasn’t forgetting yet another thing. I’m thinking that outfits for opening weekend need to be on a completely different level… like on par with the looks we have planned for the finale.”

We chatted the rest of the short drive, pulling into the parking lot just before the moving truck and Nikki’s SUV. Nikki’s apartment complex was one of the newer developments in Derby. The outside of the buildings hadn’t been tarnished by the intense Vermont winters and their slate gray color stood out amongst the bright green foliage. It also featured many amenities, including both an indoor and outdoor pool that the three of us could enjoy all year long.  

I swooped into a parking space, hastily turning off the car and making a beeline straight for Nikki. She had barely gotten out of her car before I wrapped my arms around her, clutching her tightly against me. I had accidentally snagged my fingers in her long black hair, causing her to curse me slightly. She must have recently put chunks of blue throughout, because I could see them reflecting beautifully in the bright sunlight.

“Let the poor girl breathe!” Christie laughed as she strolled her way over to us.

I reluctantly untangled myself from Nikki and took a step to the side to allow Christie to hug one of our favorite people. Finally, part of our master plan had been fulfilled now that Nikki was officially in state. One down, two more to go. Unfortunately for us, convincing Adam and Thea to move was more difficult than Nikki, but not something that we were giving up on. 

“I swear, if I was in that damn car for another minute my ass was going to fall off,” Nikki sighed. “And, I’m out of bean water.”

“Lucky for you, we come bearing gifts,” I said as Christie revealed the hidden thermos of coffee that we had brought.

“Oh gods, I love yous!” She exclaimed, grasping for the beverage like she hadn’t seen one in months and took an immediate chug. 

Conversation halted quickly when the movers started lugging Nikki’s furniture and belongings out of the truck, following the three of us up to her new home. Christie and I had each taken some of the smaller items from Nikki’s SUV, while she toted up the cat carrier containing a very loud, very annoyed, Zelda. 

Nikki maneuvered her keys into the lock of apartment 3D, swinging the door open so we could begin the mission at hand. Her apartment had so much potential. It was a cute two bedroom, with large windows along the exterior that overlooked the sea of trees surrounding the complex. It truly was a blank canvas waiting for Nikki to breathe life into it, much like her move was a clean slate for herself.

The hours flew by with the amount of work and laughter that sounded through the space. When enough boxes were unpacked and furniture moved to her liking, Nikki ushered us out the door. As much as we wanted to stay and help, there was only so much that miss independent would allow us to do.  We would also never say it, but I’m sure Christie was just as worn out from the day as I was. 

On the drive home, Christie was once again responsible for the music and made the determination that we deserved a good meal. That could only mean one thing coming from her: takeout. This also meant that I was off the hook with cooking dinner, something I very much appreciated. We decided on pizza and wings, something quick since we also had a date with Adam and Thea that we were on the verge of running late to. 

We arrived back at our home in record time, giving us a few minutes to get situated and ready for our video call. I rushed in first to get my laptop from my room while Christie went into the kitchen to grab plates, letting Scout out along the way. The computer was resting in its normal place on my desk, but my eyes drifted back to the closet doors once more. I felt like I was losing my mind, because I SWORE up and down that I remembered accidentally leaving them open, only to find that they were firmly closed. I seized the laptop, shaking my head as I began my descent back down the hall.

“You look in your head,” Christie said knowingly. How this girl always seemed to know what I was thinking was beyond me.

I placed the laptop onto the coffee table, opening the video call before nestling onto the couch next to Christie. While we were waiting for the other two to join, she handed me a plate already loaded with my favorite slices and wings, extra ranch on the side. I pursed my lips as I looked at her, taking a quick bite of the ooey, gooey pizza. 

“My sleep delirium must be acting up again, because all of my thought trains are derailing.” 

“It’s a good thing I made your drink extra strong, because you are going to sleep like a baby tonight,” Christie said, flashing me her ‘I know you better than you do’ look. 

My response was cut off by the familiar ding, signaling that one of our favorite humans had joined the call. Adam’s face quickly popped up. He was definitely the most timely of our little band of goblins. 

“Thea running late again?” he asked, taking notice of her absence quickly. 

“Yeah, she had a big shoot today,” I stated, remembering a conversation we had earlier in the week. 

Her absence was not long lasting, as her freshly cut purple hair bounced into view. She had it styled in waves, a much softer deviation from her typical blunt, straight locks. 

“Sorry sorry sorry… My first client ran late and then their children wouldn’t cooperate. It shot my entire day,” Thea huffed as she ran her hands through her hair.

“We were just getting in here ourselves… we were running later than we thought after helping Nikki get settled,” Christie responded warmly.

We chatted aimlessly, discussing our days, and sharing the crazy thoughts that constantly ran through our single shared brain cell. Adam was still dealing with an incredible amount of nonsense at his teaching job. He kept blaming it on end of the year madness and parents fighting for last minute grade changes. Thea shared in detail each and every one of her five photography clients, including the couple who broke up mid-shoot because the girl wouldn’t let her boyfriend wear his hat. 

“Alexis… did you mess with that frame?” Christie asked quietly, glancing over to the wall near the TV.

I matched her gaze, and sure enough the picture of Scout and Loki on their first day in our new home was askew. This wasn’t the first thing that either of us had noticed being amiss in our house. Honestly, things have been strange since the night of Scout’s outburst through the sliding glass door. My brain immediately went to my debacle about my closet doors this morning. 

“Alright friends, I have been fighting with my damn mind all day about my closet doors,” I blurted out. “Something has seemed off lately, and the stupid frame just solidifies the fact that I’m holding onto my last semblance of sanity.

“Thank god I’m not the only one,” Thea laughed, her dark brown eyes going wild at the thought of all of us collectively losing our marbles. “It’s like the last week and a half things have been out of place or not the way I left them.” 

“Sounds like y'all are being haunted,” Adam joked. 

“Yeah, we already share a brain cell, we might as well share a ghost, too,” I chuckled. “Hopefully you’ll pick out a good asylum for us, hun, when we all finally fall off the cliff.”

“And you guys know I would visit you every single day to make sure you had the most attractive nurses possible,” Adam added with a deep belly laugh. 

“Maybe it’s time to sage the house again,” Christie said with a wink. It would not be the first time our house had been saged. She and her mother, Gale, insisted that we cleanse the house before we formally moved in. All four of us erupted in laughter, easily picturing the crazy escapades we would surely get into if we were committed at the same place.

Suddenly, our eyes snapped to the hissing and growling coming from the fur babies. Scout was at attention, looking in the direction of Loki who was perched up on his hindlegs like a meerkat. His paws were swiping aggressively at the air in front of while he was mewling loudly. 

“LOKI ALEXANDER, WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM?” Christie screeched just as loudly as her cat. 

Loki continued to throw a few more jabs before falling on all fours and zooming up the stairs to Christie’s bedroom. Scout was close on his heels, always close by to her newfound best friend. 

“There is something in the water, I swear to god,” I said as I watched the two of them disappear out of sight. “These two have been absolutely bonkers. Scout literally has been barking and growling at nothing.”

“Maybe you really do have ghost…” Adam sang to us, trying hard to stifle his laugh. 

“Well, our ghost is about to have a very boring night, because we need to be responsible adults and go to bed,” Christie said. 

“Yeah… we have some errands to run tomorrow and we need to make sure everything is good to go to the office before we leave for Texas,” I concluded. 

Thea and Adam both said their goodbyes, wishing us well as they tried to agree on a name for our shared ghost. Adam was set on Bartholomew, but Thea said since he wasn’t being haunted his opinion was irrelevant. It was then determined that this debate would resume at a later date. 

Christie and I cleaned up food boxes and threw the plates into the sink. Dishes could wait for one night. We bid each other good night, walking off towards our respective bedrooms with Christie promising to send Scooty Jane Elizatbeth down for night, after a few snuggles of course. 

**

Mingi and Yunho were prepared as they swaggered through the house, keeping their eyes peeled for the fabled black dog and white cat they had heard about from the other members. This was their second visit into the home of the two roommates, and between their familiarity with the layout and the intel from the other members they were able to avoid detection from the animals sunbathing in front of the large glass doors. 

“You take upstairs this time, I take down?” Mining questioned with a smirk on his face as he took off towards the downstairs hallway. He hadn’t given Yunho and time to respond, not that he would have argued anyway. 

The girl was getting ready in her bathroom, throwing on a little mascara and eyeliner before moving to throw her hair up. He couldn’t help but laugh as she huffed in frustration when she redid it for a third and fourth time. Stepping out of the bathroom, he leaned causally against the wall to take in the collection of manga and music albums lining the shelves of her room. Her collection was vast and noticed a few of his favorites, including Tokyo Ghoul and Attack on Titan. If nothing else, she would be a great conversationalist with their shared love of anime. He watched as she rounded the corner to enter her closet, all the while mumbling about her lack of sleep and the delirium that was sure to come with it.

After she left, Mingi took the opportunity to finger through her closet, trying to gather her sense of style and self from the hanging clothes filling it. He heard the checklist being rattled off by the petite blonde, Christie. His eyes went to the phone resting upon the heap of blankets and pillows on the bed, the ding signaling that its owner would not be far behind. He stepped back into the washroom. Even though he knew he would not be seen, there was still something unsettling about being in close proximity to their chosen ones in their astral states while they were awake. 

As she barrelled into the room, Mingi had to stifle another giggle as he saw the frustration on her face had only grown. She hurriedly grabbed her phone, but not before pausing to look at the closet doors he had left ajar in his rush towards the bathroom. Now, her face shifted into one of concern and doubt, and he could only wonder what was going through her mind at that moment. He eyed her closely as she shook her head in disbelief before turning on her heel and meandering back down the hall. He removed himself from the bathroom, wanting to take a closer look around their house, but not before shutting the closet door tightly.

*Meanwhile*

Yunho went to make his way upstairs, but was distracted by the sound of cups clinking and the hum of an appliance coming from the kitchen. Instead of climbing the steps towards his initial destination, he veered off course and walked into the kitchen, a room they were all very familiar with at this point. 

The girl was yelling to her roommate to hurry up, despite the fact that she herself was not ready and still making what he could only assume as coffee. She had gotten out three thermoses and was making each one individually with such care, adding different amounts and types of creamer to each cup. He had often seen her make drinks or snacks for Alexis, a subtle and warm act of love he couldn’t help but admire. He had often found himself taking care of his own best friend, and this reflection of himself in her only increased his initial attraction. As she poured the last bit of coffee into the third container, she grabbed her keys to make her way into the main room of the house. Yunho almost jumped with how quickly she moved, and then smiled to himself when she began dramatically tapping her foot on the floor as she awaited for her roommate. 

The taller girl appeared from down the hall and Christie aggressively handed her one of the two coffees she was holding. She strutted back into the kitchen to grab the third cup, all while sharing a checklist with her roommate. This time, he couldn’t control his laughter at the face Christie made when Alexis realized she didn’t have her phone on her. As Alexis sulked back to her own room down the hall, he watched as Christie grabbed a set of car keys from the bowl near the front door, and exited the house. Not long after, Alexis shot back into the room and out the door, leaving Yunho and his best friend alone in their house. 

The two of them were then able to explore and peruse the house at their leisure, without worries of the animals startling their owners. They took their time, going through both of the girls’ bedrooms, as well as looking through their cupboards to judge the types of snacks they had stocked. 

**

The smell of pizza suddenly filled the air, making Wooyoung and Seonghwa immediately hungry. They made their way into the living after projecting themselves into the spare bedroom upstairs. As a group, they decided that this would be the best entry point into this house due to its vacancy. 

The two girls were sitting on a video call, something that they seemed to do quite frequently with their friends. One of them, Thea, was another of their chosen four, whom they had also been visiting frequently while trying to determine who would end up with her in their grasp. They stood motionless on the stairs after Seonghwa pointed out the furry masses resting on the floor near the couch, all the while intently listening to their conversations. Seonghwa’s heart began to race when the group started discussing a shared ghost, knowing that it was them who was causing these minute disturbances within their daily lives. Wooyoung, on the other hand, couldn’t stop laughing, covering his face with his hands while his head reared back. He was notorious for intentionally displacing things, saying that he enjoyed when their chosen ones questioned their own sanity. 

As much as he refused to admit, Wooyoung couldn’t resist the pull towards one of the girls, but blamed it on the smell of pizza and wings as he crept closer towards the couch. Seonghwa, uneasy at first, sneaked closely behind, also wanting to get a better look at the two sitting on the couch, as well as the purple haired one hiding within the computer screen. Unlike Mingi, Wooyoung had no issues getting closer and closer, leaning up on the arm of the couch near Alexis. Seongwha rounded closer to the other side of the couch near Christie, unaware of the location change of the fluffy white lion. 

The cat, Loki, was up in an instant, standing on his back legs, paws punching directly towards Seongwha’s legs, all while emitting a deep hiss. One swat connected soundly on Seonghwa’s left knee, shooting white hot pain as the claws tore through his flesh. Wooyoung chuckled darkly, casting one last look onto the girls before stating that this was their sign to go. 

Woo’s laughter echoed within the dorm as he and Seonghwa regained consciousness. Seonghwa’s hands found his knee immediately, pulling up his pant leg to view the marks and blood coming from his knee.

“What happened to you?” Jungho asked with a raised eyebrow, looking down at the injury.

“Oh you know, Seonghwa just got fucked up by a white ball of fluff,” Wooyoung cracked. His laughter could be heard as he walked down the hallway, sharing the story with the rest of the group as he went to find a first aid kit.

Hongjoong entered the room, taking a quick glance at the blood on Seonghwa’s leg and shaking his head. “You’re back. Meeting in the living room, 5 minutes,” he said as he pulled out his phone to text the other members. 

The group converged within the living room of Captain’s apartment, anxiously waiting for whatever announcement was heading their way. 

“We have five days left… time to start narrowing down your choices,” Captain said as he stood in front of them, arms crossed tightly in front of his body. “Once the decision has been made, there will be no changes. You know our rules… and some of you need to take greater care in following them.” His eyes found each member individually, leaving them to wonder what their leader knew about their visits.

The members flicked glances at one another, not only from their Captain’s warning, but also wondering who their partner in crime would be this time around.

[kzele]

One-Punch Parker

(Note: nothing actually One Punch Man related, it's just a nickname.)

Having to battle all sorts of criminals day and night sometimes takes a toll on sleep, to say nothing of work. This is something that Peter was unfortunately experiencing right now as he stumbled through classes. His grades would be fine as it would take a lobotomy for him to not answer the questions teachers gave him, however, his brain was still operating at bare minimum capacity.

As it turns out, Peter found that social replies were not as easy to retain as formulas and definitions. It took Gwen and Harry a fair few tries to pierce the haze before they got a coherent response of "good" which they obviously didn't buy. Peter was clearly straining not to fall asleep in their discussion, something that Parker Luck dictated would naturally be noticed by one Flash Thompson. Peter Parker having a moment of rest was something that clearly shouldn't last.

"Hey, look guys. Puny Parker looks two seconds away from face-planting into his lunch. Whadda you say that I help wake him up a bit?"

The responses from the rest of his friend group were mixed.

Kenny was naturally on board, and said as much, "Dude, go for it! It'll be hilarious!"

His girlfriend, Glory, was less on board with this as her glare showed. "Haven't you guys done enough pranks? Why can't we eat our lunch like adults?"

Liz and Randy both agreed with her. "Flash, leave Petey alone. Can you not bother him for once?"

"Yeah, man. He looks like he had a rough night. You can always bug him later or something."

Sally just said, "Go for it. What's the harm in a little scare?" She probably would have said more if she wasn't busy checking her makeup in her compact.

"Thanks Kenny, Sally. And the rest of you guys need to relax. What's your deal, anyways? I just want to see him scream like the little girl he is. It won't take long." (That statement would turn out to be truer than he expected.)

Ducking along the side to avoid detection from the dweeb's friends, he slowly and carefully made his way to the Nerd Table as casually as he could. Creeping up on the smaller boy, he grabbed Peter's shoulders and yelled, "WAKE UP, PUNY. . ." *BAM*

Flash saw only black after that.

See, the thing to remember about Peter is that it doesn't matter if he or his brain is asleep. That's because his reflexes don't sleep. Luckily for Peter's conscience, Flash's skull, and the innocence of the M3 student body, Peter has drilled the concept of holding back into those same reflexes. However, it doesn't change the fact that he just knocked a student twice his size, (Flash Thompson, no less) out cold completely.

There was dead silence as the last few seconds caught up with everyone there.

"Holy-"

"Did you see that?"

"Dang, Parker just leveled him!"

Oh no. Peter's mind was now wide awake as the horror of what he did hit him. He scrambled down beside him to check his pulse (thankfully strong) and lightly shook the bully, "Are you alright? Flash, come on, answer me! Be your obnoxious self! It'll actually be a relief for once."

Professor Warren's soft British accent interrupted his panic, "What's going on here?"

Sally grating voice was at full volume, "Parker assaulted our school's football star, that's what!"

Peter grimaced both at Sally's accusation and shrillness as the professor turned to him. "I didn't mean to, I swear! Can you help me check on him please? You can punish me later, promise."

It was at this point Gwen stepped in and glared at the popular clique, "It wasn't really Peter's fault. Isn't it obvious Flash snuck up on him because of how out of it Peter was today? Since when does he assault anybody out of the blue for no good reason?"

Sally was clearly about to argue further when Professor Warren held up a hand and stated, "Given the validity of that claim, I think we can safely put this down as a result of an ill-thought out prank." He turns towards Kenny and Randy, "Boys, can you escort Mr. Thompson down to the nurse's office while I talk to Mr. Parker to get his side of things?"

Peter grimaced but thought that at least the professor didn't seem angry. As Warren led him to the side, they were unaware that the whispers of "Puny Parker" and "one punch" started to meld together. They would be much more aware tomorrow when the nickname of "One-Punch Parker" became official.

[nancypullen]

Sunday Evening

There are about ten different things I should be doing right now, but I am the queen of procrastination so here I am on the ol' blog. It was a very long week. I have such mixed feelings about the job. The people are absolutely wonderful. The work is interesting and beneficial. But the schedule is...unpleasant. Well, I say that as a person who doesn't really have a schedule. I had to ask several times if I could maybe know my work days/hours at least a week in advance. I'm there 8.5 hours but take a mandatory 1 hour unpaid lunch. So I work 7.5 hours most days, though I worked just 5 on Saturday. They are long days. I suppose I had the idea that part-time would be 20-ish hours a week. Looks like the plan is to work me just under the cut off between part/full time. Not having a set schedule in advance makes it really hard to plan any sort of normal life. For example, the Edgewaters have been asking me if I'm off on Feb. 10th to celebrate the grandgirl's 6th birthday. It's 12 days away and I still can't tell them yes or no. How can I make a doctor's appointment or even schedule a haircut? You don't call anywhere around here and get in quickly, so it would be nice to have, say, a month's schedule to reference when trying to make an appointment. I get the impression that it's not looked upon favorably if you throw a wrench in the works and request particular days off. I guess I'll ride it out and see if it gets better, maybe because I'm the newbie they're just seeing if I survive before locking me into the work calendar? Every time I asked, no one seemed to think it was a big deal. It's a big deal to me, I like to plan my life and get my ducks in a row - not knowing my works days/hours ten or twelve days out rattles me. Really hoping that part gets better.

.I'm a minimum of twenty yeas older than everyone at work, thirty years older than most of them. I feel like a fossil. Actually, the director is around my age, but she has put in her retirement notice. So I show up in my old lady glory and try not to grunt or groan when I get up from shelving books on the lowest shelf. I've had to move boxes, tables, racks of chairs, wood and glass bookcases and pretend that my sciatica isn't flaring up. There is a lot of ibuprofen involved. This is how I feel there...

but they're all nice to me because their mamas raised them to respect their elders. I was at the circulation desk one morning and talking to another employee who is not yet thirty. I realized that I could easily be her grandmother.

The eternal optimist in me says to keep plugging away and everything will settle into place and I'll just be the nice old lady at the library. The part of my brain that always yells, "FLEE! You don't belong here!" is screaming in my ear. Luckily, the eternal optimist occupies about 90% of my gray matter, so she usually wins. Onward, onward, onward. I mentioned that on Saturday I was off work at 2 o'clock. Shortly after that the Edgewaters came over and brought their pizza oven. That was a treat. They made gourmet pizzas for our dinner and we had a wonderful visit. Little Miss kept me busy with Barbies and books, and I plied her with cupcakes. They left today around 3 o'clock and the mister and I are sitting here now wondering if we even want to bother with dinner tonight. I'm ready for bed. The workweek is staring me in the face and I'm not ready. Have I whined enough? I swear I'm not unhappy, just tired. I'd give my right arm for 5 hour work days (like Saturday) instead of 8.5. Mickey has been amazing - actually cleaning and cooking! I have no reasons to complain. So I should probably shut up. That said, we're moving forward and starting to plan a 40th anniversary trip. I'm crossing my fingers that they'll grant me unpaid leave. As a part-time employee I don't accrue vacation days, so I guess we'll see how all of that plays out. Yikes.

I'm boring myself sick with this post and I can't imagine that it's been at all interesting or entertaining to read. I'll wait a couple of days and try to post something worth reading. There have been amusing incidents at the library, but I hesitate to write about any of it because this is a small town and my name is on the blog. I'll have to find my way with that. I certainly wouldn't name names or embarrass anyone. Oh well, I'm off to ready my clothes for work and pack a lunch. I'll try to keep a Mary frame of mind. No one I work with would get that reference.

I'm so old.

*sigh* Until next time - stay safe, stay well. Sending out loads of love. XOXO, Nancy

[6bottom6bitch6]

If this dream I just had doesn't scream I have daddy issues idk what does lol. Since I have no one else to tell I'll tell tumblr.

The dream starts off with me having this huge argument with my father about the truth. How he treats his family. In the dream I'm telling him about himself and essentially disowning him and he's cussing me out. For context in real life my dad is a huge asshole. Don't get me wrong he's got some good characteristics but let's just say if he were to die I don't think he would have enough karma points to get into heaven 🤣. He's physically and verbally abusive. Has hit on every woman he's ever known, ex gfs, his mom, his kids, the mothers of his kids 😥. Anyways in the dream all of my siblings are following me around as I'm packing to leave pretty much supporting my decision. As I'm packing to leave I find a pillow wrapped in a blanket. I feel something towards it but idk what. As I'm getting ready to leave my dad comes up to me and tries to offer me this blanket wrapped pillow. In the dream I literally smack that shit out of his hands loooool. Again he's pissed screaming and yelling and using intimidation to try to scare me into staying but I ignore them. So then he leaves and comes back with some pieces of paper that appears to be printed out songs with his handwritten notes on the songs for what they mean and symbolize during a period of time in his life. There's a song for me with sad faces written on it and "I'm sorrys " written all over it. There's a song for my older sister and a song for my deceased baby sister. As I look through his annotations it starts off kinda sweet until I flip to the last page which is a picture of some woman sucking a cock and it says "they worship me". It was at that point that I woke up crying. But I think the dream is entirely symbolic and also triggered by recent events (today in real life my grandma called me frantic thinking she would have to call the police on my dad because he was threatening to shoot his BM) I think one of the symbols that stands out most is the pillow. I interpreted this as him wanting me to accept the bare minimum (as I always have) but I rejected it this time. And I think the image of the woman in his notes sucking a cock represents his ego which he is unfortunately extremely blinded by and I fear he won't realize until he is a bitter old man and everyone in his life has left him. 😢😥

[moonlybxbe]

A Poem that Saved Me

The blue sky looked oddly comforting today. The white fluffy clouds making me want to take a deeper dive into them. “Come on Misa hurry up!!”, my mom’s loud authoritative voice popped my bubble as I shuffled out my door, fixing my dress and hair. I saw her cold eyes pinning me to my place “Didn’t I ask you to be ready when I come back?! How can you always make me wait! NOW COME ON!!”, she yells at me and all I do is mutter a ‘coming’ following her out.

We were currently heading to a house-warming party. I don’t know when I myself will have a house warming party of my own, a house that I actually feel warm in. The short car ride is undisturbed, just heaviness clouds the air in the car. ‘I can finally breathe here’ I say to myself as I climb down the car and see people in the front yard chatting and laughing. The trees a bright green and the sky an ocean blue. I smile at the atmosphere, the calmness and happiness it resonated.

My mother was already inside the gates, walking towards my father who had came to the party straight from his office. I smile sadly at the thought of my mom not even looking back at me, to see if I was coming or not. Well, I guess that’s how my life is.

I ran to catch up with her, smiling at the known faces. Greeting the people with my parents while looking for the host of the party. “Oh hello!” my father called out to a tall man with brown hair, who turned around to smile at him.

Did my heart just stop!? How is that, that a smile like his can make my heart stop? His eyes smiled with sparkles, his dimples shining under the soft sunlight. It was as if my whole body calmed down just at the look of him. As I am studying him, his chocolate eyes find mine and I smile at him, greeting him. He smiled at me extending his hand “you must be Misa, nice to meet you, I am Namjoon” His voice didn’t help my current state, his voice was like a siren’s song to my ears. It had entranced me completely. A voice deep and calm, no one had ever spoken to me the way he spoke to me. I shook his hand and wanted to never let go. That feeling was foreign to me, but I was happy to feel that way. I gave him a sweet smile “Yes I am Misa, nice to meet you too”.

All throughout the party, I laughed with the guests, talked to so many people, ate the delicious food, roamed around a bit. I felt free there unlike my home, where I was my parents’ puppet. I would be their punching bag, on whom they would let their frustration out. Basically, someone whose feelings didn’t really matter to them.

Soon enough it was time to leave and I didn’t want to but here I was sitting in the dull car again. “You should study hard to be like him, he’s not even that much older than you but he can afford his own life.” “Your mother’s right, we are investing so much in you and you can’t even do the bare minimum Misa, I am highly disappointed”, my father chimed in and I just zoned out not wanting to hear a single word. They don’t even care how much their words hurt me. I am trying my level best and they still want more from me. How much do I have to burn myself for them to finally feel the warmth?

Going home and locking myself in the room didn’t help, I always felt jumpy that they would come to my room and find my door locked and scream at me. I didn’t feel like doing anything but I was scared that my parents might scold me for being lazy. I was tired of living in this controlled space, I was tired of being told what to do, tired of being told how to be, tired of being told how to live, my life.

All these built-up frustration and anger made me burst into tears and I ran out my room and out my house with my mom screaming to where I was going but I didn’t pay any heed as I ran as fast as I could. I was able to find a park bench with no one in sight, I didn’t want anyone to see me like this. Showing my tears was showing my rawest most vulnerable part which I trusted no one with.

My tears didn’t stop when I sat down. It grew worse, my eyes clouded with all the pain that flowed out. My whole body hurt. How could I be in a place like that? I thought home was supposed to be a place that gave the warmest hugs, the place where I could turn to when I was at my lowest but why wasn’t my home like that. Why did it hurt so bad? I could get no answer. I felt my shoulders sunk down covering my face with my hands, trying to put all the pain back inside, trying to pull myself together. “Misa?”, I wiped my eyes to see the same pair of warm chocolate eyes that I saw in the morning, but once they met my gaze, they seemed to lose its charm, it grew sad and I wondered why.

I immediately turned my back to him, remembering my pathetic state. “What happened? Why are you here all alone Misa?” his concerned voice spoke out. “Nothing”, I groggily replied as I got up to leave, his hand shot out grabbing mine, “don’t leave, its okay, you can sit here” I looked down at his soft hold on my hand. I looked up at him and all I could read from his face was pain “I am sorry you had to see me like this, I didn’t mean for anyone to find me in this state, I only wanted some alone time”, I explained myself sitting down. Surprisingly he sat down next to me, “you didn’t do anything wrong and you have nothing to apologize for, its fine”. I looked down at my hands, wishing he would hold them again like he did. “But can you leave?” don’t leave “I want to be alone” I don’t want to be alone. The contradicting thoughts made a few stray tears plop down on my tightly fisted hands.

His large hands covered my fisted ones, wiping away the fallen tears “you have been alone for too long Misa, I can’t leave you knowing that” his voice like a warm blanket over my sunken shoulders “I don’t want to leave you like this, I know you are hurt Misa” I looked at him with fresh tears forming in my eyes “I am right here, let it out Misa, I promise I won’t leave” I looked at his hands still holding mine waiting for him to let go, waiting for him to go but he didn’t.

I didn’t know that I needed a person beside me, a person who would hold my hand and tell me its okay, a person who wouldn’t leave. I saw two drops falling on his hand and I realised I was crying again. His hands left mine.

He left too. I knew no one would stay, I knew I couldn’t trust anyone- My thoughts were cut off when two arms wrapped itself around my weak shaking body, one of those arms run up and down my back “I won’t leave Misa, I won’t” that one sentence was enough for me to break down and all my feelings came flooding out, my cries coming out muffled being so close to him. His presence and hold on me bought out the weakest form of me, “it hurts, it hurts, it hurts a lot, its hurting everywhere” I say hiccupping and shaking “shh, it okay, I am right here till it stops hurting I promise, I am here okay”, his deep voice felt so close to me, even closer than this hold on me. I was holding onto him like I would die if I let go.

For the first time in my life had I ever cried in front of anyone. I thought I would feel ashamed if I let anyone see me cry but with him, I didn’t care. His eyes, his smile, his whole presence comforted me like no other. He was the comfort I never knew I needed. The way he held me made me realize that He was a poem written by the earth to keep me alive.

[timelessphoenix]

"They managed to invent a generation that hates capitalism but fully buys into individualism"

I wanna weigh in here because I've never felt so recognized in a tumblr post. For the record, I'm the same age as OP.

When I was fifteenish, I started aligning myself with certain moral stances without properly realizing I was taking political stances. Once I was talking to my mom about one of these (homelessness, or raising minimum wage, I think), and she said, "ugh, you're a liberal." To which I was like, "????? huh?" Cuz I had been so sheltered that I was basically actively encouraged to not take a stand on anything until it was directly relevant to me.

When I was seventeen I took an American Studies class that went very in depth about the history of a lot of the social, political, and economic issues we see today. Since then, I've become very impassioned about learning more and recognizing when people ignorantly talk about these issues. It's very clear when people don't understand the true history behind, for example, suburbs, or corporations that dominate their industry (think J.P. Morgan, Rockefeller, Vanderbuilt, etc from the late late 19th century and compare to Bezos, Zuckerberg, Musk, etc).

It took me until I was nineteen or twenty to really focus and realize that screaming into the void online or in my parents' house about Worldly IssuesTM wasn't going to change anything. I finally recognized that if I wanted to, for example, overthrow an HoA rule about which type of flowers I'm allowed to plant in my front yard, I'd need to gather community-wide support and petition to the HoA. I'm using a stupid-simple example to highlight how terrified the thought of knocking on strangers' doors and asking about flowers is to me.

I was raised in the neighborhood my parents live in and have been there for the last 15ish years. Growing up, I was directly ordered to never open the door if someone knocks, and to never pick up the phone if it rings. And if I'm in that house even now and the doorbell rings, I stay put and silent and pretend no one is on the other side of the door. Same with the phone. It is simply n o t r i n g i n g.

Me and my sibling hardly ever played outside with the neighborhood kids, and weren't allowed to travel past the end of block if we did, and we'd get punished if we did. Usually the punishment entailed nothing more than a good yell and shaming about disrespecting our parents and how dangerous the world is wherever adults we know and my parents say they trust aren't watching us, but that's super effective on young children.

All this to say, I'm not comfortable talking to anyone on my block. All the neighbors keep to themselves, and only need to talk if their square-footage is being invaded overhead by our overgrown tree. I've figured out the first step to making a change in my community, only to discover there's no community at all. And the thought of talking to a stranger that's outside my age range is terrifying because of the way I was raised.

I can fully acknowledge that being raised like this has caused some deeply rooted social anxieties and a lack of knowledge of how to interact with people, a complacency to the seemimgly unchangeable world around me, a lack of life experience and good sense, and a fear of taking risks. Amongst other things.

I'm lucky not to have experienced being tracked, because my level of sheltered and my parents' old-fashioned nature also meant I didn't have a phone to track until high school, and by then my parents were so confident of their Obedient Children (rightly so) that they didn't even think to track us (until my mom found out about it my senior year of high school and proceeded to not force us to use Life360-- thanks mom!).

Even now, as a fully grown adult with the ability to make my own choices, I feel chained to the Law of the Land when I'm at my parents' house. I feel the need to scheme around their rules when I can and should just do the things I want to do. This is actively hurting my ability to be a regular human being that knows how to operate in society.

I'm so grateful I came across this post today because I can see that I'm not alone. I grew up so isolated that it absolutely feels like I'm the only one who has figured out shit like this because I lived it, but a little differently than others of my generation lived it: I didn't grow up chronically online; I turned to books instead, and music and film and other forms of art. I wasn't tracked, though I still felt and feel the terror of not letting my parents know where I am and what I'm doing at all times. I'm grateful I realized the problem sometime in my teens, and now I'm left wishing I felt I could do something about it.

It all just sucks, and I'm feeling ao ill-equipped to continue my journey through adulthood.

here's my hot take about my generation and people younger than me (I'm 22 years old)

The reason current teenagers and people in their really early 20s are conservative on accident and have such shitty takes on the internet is because our generation was much more sheltered than previous generations and because we were raised to be ok with orwellian servailence and that is 100% the fault of our parents, Reagan Era kidnapping panics, and the rise of technology all coming together to prevent us from doing the sketchy shit that sends parents into panic mode but which is also completely fundemental to childhood development. If your parents had even a crumb of money to their name and even a shred of free time they started tracking your phone as soon as it was possible to. I did not experience this because my parents are actively trying to live like it's the 1990s and still have not gotten cell phones of their own, and did not let me have one until I was 18 years old and it was no longer their choice, but literally over half of my friends in middle and high school had their phones tracked by their parents at some point or other, and we would occasionally find this out, not because their parents told them, but when we were trying to do the aforementioned sketchy shit and their parent's car would pull up. And I would, like a reasonable person after finding this out, encourage my friends to just leave their phones at home, and their response would be "What if I get kidnapped" or "My parents are just trying to keep me safe"

This in my estimation has lead to a combination of kids being terminally online because they do have internet access and are better at deleting search history than their parents think they are, but don't have the freedom to go out and do shit without their parents' knowledge or consent, so they have the most privacy from the people who control their lives while they're on the internet, and kids not having the real world experiences they should have, not knowing how to connect with other people irl, not feeling comfortable leaving the house because of the horror story lies their parents told them to make them ok with the surveillance they were inflicting on their kids. Kids these days are growing up in the fucking panopticon when they should be out in the woods playing with knives or stealing cigarettes from their older sibling and going out to an empty parking lot to smoke them or whatever and that shit is sticking with them into adulthood. Things that were "tee hee we could get in trouble isn't this so fun and daring" in the 1990s and 2000s have become in the 2010s and 2020s things that are "If I do that without texting my parents some sort of lie to excuse where my location is my parent's car will pull up and I will get grounded for the next two weeks."

Like even when I was 19 I had a 16 year old friend who would volunteer their time at a food shelf and that's how we knew each other. We would talk about dungeons and dragons together, and the game store was 4 blocks from the food shelf. One day we left the food shelf earlier than they had told their parents they would and they got punished for that. We were literally just going to look at dungeons and dragons miniatures and dice, which was self evident if you could see where we started and how far we walked and where too. I have to assume that this isn't uncommon. It's wrong, but it's not uncommon.

[skelebonecentral]

bloodmoon naga finally gets a mate

the boys are too violent to let loose, but make havoc when they stay through their 'season' so...reader gets picked :)

words under the cut

You were set into the enclosure and swallowed nervously. Bloodmoon was a vicious, known man-eater of a naga, and the fact he was actually a set of conjoined twins made it worse because it meant he was doubly hungry. But this was a different sort of hunger you had been selected to deal with today.

He was one of the few in your recovery center that couldn’t be released for his own safety and that of the public. But that also means that he was never able to find a mate and thus his rut was brutal on his enclosure and the staff. A lot of death threats, scratching at the walls, attempting to attack all males who tried to enter their enclosure, and several of these attacks had resulted in researchers losing limbs.

But Naga were a protected species due to their sentience, and thus he couldn’t be killed for his aggression. So you, the only one who defended their right to life, right to care and safety, and one of the few females on the team, were chosen to be his mate this season to try and keep incidents to a minimum.

“B-Bloodmoon?” you mumble, the scent of sage wafting around the area, the closest your brain could get to what his natural pheromones smelled like. Even with how soft you’d spoken, the twins were on you in seconds, pinning you to the ground with a hand each as the other two began roaming your body and ripping through your clothes.

“Female is so ready, other,” Scarlet, the more suggestible of the two, growled softly. Both their cheeks were flushed darker red than they normally were, since the boys had deep crimson and soft carmine coloration all over their bodies.

Crimson, the more resolute one, purred, “Oh she is. I can smell her body, brother, all ripe and perfect for growing our seeds in. Humans have a use after all.”

“This is the one that yells at the males, also,” Scarlet noted as their slick, writhing penises lathed themselves over your legs. “Maybe she does it because she likes us?”

“Her scent is all over the gifts we get that aren’t food,” Crimson leaned down and pressed his flat face into your neck, “yesss, it is her.”

They both began to purr softly and grind against your core in slow, tandem movements, sharp teeth starting to nip at your skin anywhere they can reach.

“Sssssweet little thing, treats us well from afar,” Scarlet’s rougher voice vibrated through your bones, “gives us nest bits from their own, courting us without knowing.”

“Yes, and being so good and quiet now,” Crimson hefts you up and holds you against his chest as they head back into their nesting cave as his length slowly begins to worm its way into you, “but not for long, no. Soon we’ll have them screaming for us in the most delicious way.”

“I want them, other, please hurry,” Scarlet whined as they lay you down onto their nest, Crimson still thrashing his tendril deep into every corner of your insides. “I can’t wait like you can!”

Crimson grunted and nodded, “Just suck on their chest. They have to be ready for our young to do so.”

There was no time to relax with Crimson thrusting and curling inside you and Scarlet ravishing your chest with bites and strong suction, you soon lost your embarrassment at their compliments and bold actions and succumbed to the feelings of it all. Wonton moans and please for more came spilling from your mouth as your coil tightened, and the boys laughed and sighed happily. Their instincts were being satisfied at last, and the annoying itch of needing to mate was no longer going to bother them as soon as they both finished a few times.

“yes yes yes!” Scarlet groaned as Crimson shuddered and spilled into you, “my turn now, tasty treat! Make you have all the babies you can and then fill you up again next season. Doesn’t that sound so good?”

“Y-yes,” You’re panting as you arch and give a weak first orgasm as Crimson pulled out, “all yours, boys…”

“Knows her place,” Crimson rumbles quietly as he takes over lapping at your chest and humming softly as he flips you to let Scarlet get to your tunnel easier, “And so warm and soft for us, no fighting like our old mates did. Won’t end up getting eaten like them, either.”

“No no,” Scarlet huffs and shoves himself to the hilt inside, “this one’s courting US, this one looks at us like gods, THIS ONE wants our babies.”

“This one wants us, don’t you?” Crimson whispered and you nodded vigorously, “Yes, you’ve taken good care of us, so we’re going to take good care of you.”

Scarlet was whimpering and giving little gasps and wails of want, added to you squeaking their names and begging, was flooding your brain with the fog of passion and you soon hit a high again with a scream.

“Yes!” Scarlet leaned in and bit your side, huffing into your skin before pulling his teeth out, “ooh, your blood is so good. Going to love licking you clean after the babies.”

Your addled brain was just loving their babbling, and the way their red eyes raked over your body, the feel of Crimson’s hands holding you so delicately when you knew they could tear a man to bits in seconds. And even when he bit you, Scarlet hadn’t torn out a chunk, or gone too deep. Yes, you were bleeding but the bite was shallow and clearly meant to mark but not to maim.

Crimson bit your shoulder just the same, and Scarlet shot his seed into you at the same time, adding pleasure to the slight pain. “No one else will ever look at you without knowing we were here first.”

Scarlet’s grip on your thighs fell limp and the both of them curled tightly around you. “Later, another go,” he nuzzled into your stomach, which felt hot and full, “but now we rest. And we will feed you the things soft creatures like to eat.”

“Fruits and roots and the strange things we steal from the humans when they think we’re asleep,” Crimson’s sleepy voice was throwing your heart from racing into melting, feeling them lap at your wounds tenderly. “We know you humans do things to help us; we aren’t stupid. But disrespect is death in our world.”

“And you’re ours now,” Scarlet sounded so pleased, “so if they disrespect you like they used to…”

“We will make them regret before they die,” Scarlet finished with a kiss to your cheek, “sleep now. We have all the time in the world.”

[creepy--claws]

[● Everyone is saying Canada is the most LGBTQ+ friendly country that exists and I don't think that's true cuz I'm Canadian and I'm queer. Maybe I need to move to another fuckin town because this place is pretty bad. I hear slurs left and right more times than I should. Maybe I'm just stupid or it's the town I'm in because I'm surrounded by homophobic assholes. I'd say we're better than America, but like where is the pro-gay, because everywhere I go I see the bare minimum of *acknowledgement* and even then I see people complaining. For every one person that says "I support gay rights" like ten others would be like "THERE ARE TOO MANY RAINBOWS GRRAAHHH FUCKING WOKE PEOPLE RUINING EVERYTHING"

Like the one pride event we had around here still got hecklers coming over and yelling slurs at children. Yeah, children. "We just wanna protect the children" STOP CALLING CHILDREN THE F SLUR! THERE WERE ACTUAL BABIES THERE AND PEOPLE WERE SCREAMING SLURS AT THEM. It went well enough but that doesn't stop the fact that people were screaming slurs at an event meant for kids. If it was adults, then I wouldn't care as much because adults can handle it. It irritates me when people scream slurs at me on the streets, but I'd rather people do that than harass children who are just enjoying some music and fun performances. The same people who say "protect the children" will look away when a four year old gets harassed by random adults for being different. It seriously broke my heart when I went on a date and overheard a mother in the back of the restaurant telling their kid what they can and can't be.

Sorry this went from "fuck Canada" to "protect the kids" but I think both issues are equally important. Canada needs fixing so its children can be happier. Guess the moral of the story is don't let today's children grow up to give up and become the person they'll hate the most. I know it's a huge task, but when people say "STOP GAYING UP OUR KIDS", I can't stress enough that children make those choices on their own and you show them early on that by making those choices, they lose the love you're supposed to give them unconditionally.]