#my aunt got in a mood before she went to bed

[littlemoondarling]

I can already tell tomorrow will be bad...

[hazelfoureyes]

The Radio Demon fucks a Human Sacrifice (a Valentino production)

⟢ part1♡̶sidestory♡̶part2♡̶part3♡̶part4 ⟣

Valentino has acquired a living, breathing human in hell. But at the begging of Angel, Alastor makes a deal in exchange for her soul.

tags: Alastor x reader, smut, dubcon, mentions of assault (Val intended to "fuck you to death”), Val's existence, overstimulation, forced (?) orgasms, bondage (shadow tentacles), choking (sexy kind, not murdery kind), cervix wrecked, your aunt is a bitch

(author's note: I've been in Japan for like 7 years and my English has suffered, but your fucking smutty writing on this site has inspired me to write for the first time in years.)

Minors DNI

Angel burst into the hotel lobby, winded. “Please, you gotta do somethin’!” 

To the surprise of everyone, he ran straight to Alastor, tears forming in his eyes.

“Val’s gonna hurt her real bad. I don’t know who else to ask, please. I can't—-“ he cradled his head in his hands, “I can't watch him break any more people.”

Alastor didn’t seem to react at first, but Charlie appeared at Angel’s side and pulled him into a hug, “Angel, take a deep breath. He’s gonna hurt who? What’s wrong?”

“He got a new soul. Some fucking cultist offered her up as sacrifice. But she's not dead yet Charlie—- he dragged her down here alive.” His voice cracked, “He wantsta— he said he’s gonna fuck her to death on camera and wait for her to respawn in hell. He’s convinced he’ll make a fortune off the tapes. Please, for fuck’s sake someone has to do something.”

A human in hell? Well, that was something interesting after all. With a raised brow Alastor spoke, “And how exactly can I help this poor, unfortunate soul?”

“Make a deal or– rip his arms off, I don’t fuckin’ know! There has to be something you can offer Val worth her soul. I’d give you my soul if I could!”

Well that’d be worthless.

But a human? A living, breathing human? Intriguing.

“Alastor you have do something. This isn't right! Hell isn’t for the living.” Charlie’s hair flew upward as her eyes flashed red for a second, “I’ll repay it somehow.”

Well there's no harm in taking a look. 

The demons and sinners who saw Alastor walking into the Vee’s tower oscillated between fleeing for their lives and live tweeting the event. Either a truce or a war would be breaking out and they knew they’d be fucked regardless.

“Alastooor”, Val exhaled,  letting the name drag out lazily, “Come to ruin something, I’m sure.” Val hadn’t seen Alastor since his fight with Vox 7 years ago, and he hadn’t expected to see him in his studio— ever. 

“Ha! No, not today. Word got around that there's a special little guest hidden in your studio.” Alastor’s eyes darted about the room, uninterested in the various parts and bits of the actors changing.

Val glanced at Angel, who’d suspiciously returned some 30 minutes before Alastor appeared. 

“I didn’t say nothing, Val.” Angel’s hands went up in defense. “He came to me askin’ about her.”

“And what exactly do you want with my “little guest”?” Val dropped any pretense of politeness. 

Alastor leaned forward on his microphone, and with a pop of static he practically cooed, “To see the poor creature, of course.”

Val ashed his cigarette into a cameraman’s hair and walked off, “Fuck it, sure. She’s back here.”

The back room was dark, perhaps some would call it mood lighting but what mood exactly it conveyed fell somewhere between dungeon and power outage.

You sat on your knees in the center of a round bed. Arms held above your head by a large clip attached to wrist restraints. Your body swayed slightly, a long rope anchored to the ceiling and tied to the clip above you.  Your body was slightly suspended, knees barely making contact with the bed beneath you. The white nightgown you wore was bloodied and ripped at the collar, causing it to slip down your left shoulder. Jaw clenched, your eyes were covered with a red satin tie. 

Alastor took the scene in. Your lip was cut and swollen, bruises peppered your cheek and exposed shoulder. Yet, you were breathing heavily, like a bull about to rush them. You were clearly defenseless, but somehow still defiant. His smile grew to his ears. It had been decades since he had a human in such a prone state.

“Have you …. broken her in yet?” He asked delicately, eyes never leaving your face.

“Nah, just roughed her up a little. I want to capture her raw reaction on camera when she takes her first demon cock.” Valentino clenched his fist to emphasize the word “first”. 

Your head fell forward as you pulled down on your wrist restraints, a growl rising in your throat.

Alastor felt his breath get caught in his own, your nightgown riding slowly up your legs as you struggled. 

“Hey!” Val snapped his fingers in your direction. “Don’t embarrass me. Our guest came to see you. He’s considering making an offer for you, I’m sure, so say hello like a good girl.” Val rolled his eyes, “Sluts always fucking embarrassing me.”

You tried to gather enough saliva to speak, finding the taste of blood still on your tongue. “Fuck you and your friend.” barely made it from your chapped lips. When was your last drink of water? Last meal? How long had you been unconscious before this all began?

“Not friends.” Alastor was quick to retort, “The name’s Alastor, my dear. It’s a pleasure.”

You sneered, a pleasure? What a sick joke. 

“Alastor.” you repeated it, disdain dripping from your lips.

The absolute contempt with which you said his name did something to him. His eyes darted from your mouth back to your inner thighs, exposed from the rising dress. Your mouth was so rude but your body looked so sweet. A little lamb– no, a doe.  

“Say it again.” It wasn’t a request, Alastor himself was surprised to hear himself say it with such demand.

You thrashed. “Oh is that what gets you off? You wanna hear your name in my mouth?” You said mockingly. “You’re just as FUCKED as him.” The nightgown rode up even further. Alastor’s tongue stuck to his teeth as his mouth went dry. Had you been delivered to Val without panties? Offered to him in just this sheer cotton night dress? What was happening to him…

 Static bit your skin as a low hum filled the room. 

“Say it.” Alastor’s voice dropped an octave, eyes suddenly taking on a slight glow. You couldn’t see the danger before you, but you felt it. Something primal in you knew you were in the presence of a predator.

No, you couldn’t see him, but his presence was pressing in all around you. 

“Alastor.” You seethed, “ALASTOR.” Pulling down on the restraints yet again you tried to find the strength to stand, “ALASTOR! ALASTOR!!” Your legs buckled under you having gone numb hours ago, his name devolving into a gutteral scream. All of your anger and despair ripped from your chest as you shouted his name. The nightgown had now ridden to your hips but you couldn’t find an ounce of shame in you to care. 

You were so full of rage, so defiant still. You were so…. alive.

He felt the blood rushing to his crotch in an all together forgotten sensation, and knew immediately his decision. “Let’s make a deal.” His eyes didn’t leave you, but Valentino knew he was talking to him.

Val let out a laugh, “I have some time to waste while they finish the set. Why not.”

Seated in his personal quarters, Val motioned for Alastor to sit opposite him. You had been left in the dark of that room, only knowing you were alone when the static died down and the hair on the nape of your neck relaxed. 

“Listen, Radio Demon. There’s nothing you have that could tempt me to hand over the little bitch.” His long arms rested over the back of his sofa, a heart shaped puff of smoke leaving his lips. Alastor swatted at the air as it approached. 

“What do you even need her for? You don’t deal in souls, but flesh. Surely you can find another toy to break on camera.” Alastor waved his microphone away.

“Hmm”, Val brought a finger to his chin in thought, seriously considering what Alastor could possibly offer him. “Oooh, I know.” His head lolled to the side,  “People have seen me fuck a thousand times. But no one’s ever even seen you with a partner. ‘Radio Demon fucks human sacrifice’” He motioned from left to right as if reading the words off an imaginary marquee, “Now THAT would make money. Real money. Fuck GOD levels of money.” A red liquid leaked from his lips as they were stretched across clenched teeth, his hips involuntarily humped at the air, “oh fuck. Yes. You do the porn, and I’ll give her to you. Soul and body.”

Alastor was looking at Val but his mind was still in front of you, his name tumbling from your lips. The uninterrupted skin where your thighs met your hips. The desperation in your scream. How absolutely soft and fragile you were. He adjusted his hips, trying to calm the twitching of his cock at the thought of you helplessly before him. 

“What exactly are you proposing?” His fingers came to rest entwined on his knee, one leg over the other.

“First, I have full rights to the video to do as I please.” Val counted out on his fingers, “The porno has to show penetration. No dry humping or some bullshit like that. I need you fucking that whore if I’m gonna sell this shit. Aaand”, A sickening grin grew on Valentino’s face, “She has to cum. And I’ll know if she’s faking it. If you don’t manage all three, the deal is off. I keep the human and all rights to the video for per— no, *in* pep-“ he sputtered, “perpur- forever! Fuck.” 

Alastor’s default grin was now so wide his gums could be seen peeking past his lips, his eyes flashing to dials, “It’s a deal.” He extended his hand to Valentino as he stood. A green light was shining from the open palm but Val shook it regardless, confident the deal's conditions wouldn’t be met. He’d seen a lot of fucked up shit on his set, but the Radio Demon, famously uninterested in sex, wasn’t going to make a battered human cum. How stupid could Alastor be, he thought. And he’ll have the video of Alastor failing to please someone to broadcast all over the pride ring and beyond. “May I have a moment alone with her before the filming?”

Val rolled his eyes, “yeah but don’t fuck her off camera.”

The sudden feeling of a hand on your hip startled you so intensely you let out a yelp. 

“Hello, my little doe.” Hot breath tickled the shell of your ear, then your neck, then your collar bone… “Unfortunately your shoot will still continue today. But if you do as I say, I promise you’ll leave the studio alive.”

You felt the nightgown being tugged back down your hips, hiding your exposed sex.

“I will be taking that pompous moth’s place. I will be as gentle as I can, but he will want to see you suffer. You must still fight me, must act pained. Can you play along?”

Your eyes darted behind your eyelids. He sounded— gentle? His voice was soft against your skin. Maybe he was truly the lesser evil of the two. You nodded. You’d heard all the gory details of what the other demon had planned for you, this sounded infinitely more tolerable. You dare thought you’d suffered worse before. 

“And, one more little caveat, darling. I will bring you to orgasm, so please don’t fight so hard as to delay your release.”

You hadn’t realized you’d been holding your breath until his words punched you in the gut. 

“I-“

“Yes?” Alastor’s mouth was nearly on your neck, his smile ghosting your skin.

“I’ve never—- I mean I can only do that by myself. No one else has managed to-“

A large hand patted your head, cutting your train of thought off. How big was he? His hands could palm a basketball. Could he really be gentle? Was he capable of it? Were those hands going to be on you soon? Your mind was running away with the thought of this strange demon fucking you on camera. 

“Oh don’t worry about that. Just focus on your performance. We have to put on a good show!”

Angel was practically chewing his fingers off as he watched the crew finish the set.

“Alastor what the fuck, I thought you were gonna help her!”

“I am, my effeminate friend. Have a little faith in me.” He adjusted his bowtie and took his place on set.

“I have none. I have negative faith, Alastor. Fuuuuck”, Angel slumped against the wall behind him and sank to the floor. 

The stage was set. A red sigil was painted on the floor of a cabin, candles lit around the room as the only source of light (except the stage lighting hanging above the scene). Of the three walls they’d made, the far left wall had an altar haphazardly filled with flowers, a golden bowl, and small plaid satchel.

Someone — something? — led you by the restraints to the stage. Blindfolded, you were pushed down to the floor, forced to sit on your still numb legs. The leather cuffs on your wrist were unbuckled, allowing you to flex your hands. When you reached for the blindfold a hand smacked at yours.

“No no, keep it. I want you to look exactly how I found you.” The familiar voice of Val instructed. 

Someone handed a script to Alastor, but he pulled his hands away from the demon as if the paper itself was an angelic weapon, “Oh, no thank you. That won’t be necessary.”

“I’ll tell you what to say” Val said, clearly to you.

“It’s—- it’s fine. I’ll just do it like before. I don’t need any help.”

You really didn’t.  There was no improv needed. You could repeat exactly what you said yesterday evening when you awoke on the floor of an unfamiliar place. You’d been visiting your aunt one moment, and alone in a weird room what felt like moments later. Groggy, but alert enough to know something bad had happened. 

You heard “action”, and then silence. You could feel eyes on you.

“Aunt Sara….” You whispered. “I don’t understand what’s happened… Are you still there?” You rubbed your wrists trying to regain some blood flow, readjusting your legs to do the same. 

You heard a strange sound, both yesterday and now. 

“Aunt Sara isn’t here. She’s made an exchange, she gets extraordinary power….and I get your soul.” The way Alastor said it, the way his breath seemed to almost hitch, surprised you. Something cold touched your ankle, causing you to flinch, “But I want more than that. I need more than that.”

You felt that something-unknown snake up your leg toward your center. Crawling backwards on your butt to create some distance you collided with the altar. The golden bowl rolled to the edge and spilled its contents across the table. You could smell the iron tang of blood before you felt the pitter patter on your shoulder. Alastor inhaled quickly before letting the air back out with as much control as he could manage.

“Who are you?!” You’d asked this already. But this time the disembodied voice of your captor replied, “Alastor, the Radio Demon! Pleasure to meet you.”

The right side of your face smacked against the floor of the makeshift cabin as you were dragged suddenly across the room and into the red sigil. The cold appendage on your leg now tightly coiled up your calf.

“No— you have to fuck her with your fucking dick! You can’t use shadow tentacles!” Val shouted, nearly falling out of his chair.

“Now now, the deal didn’t specify with what, only that penetration must occur. Plus, I won’t show up on your video recording device anyway.” Alastor took several steps back, ensuring he was not in frame, “Rest assured, your audience will know it is me.” His words cracked and stuttered like someone had changed the station midway through his sentence.

A small, “fine, whatever.” was grumbled and the scene continued, the tentacle snaking its way up your thigh as Alastor chuckled softly at how you flinched against him.

You rolled onto your stomach and tried to kick off the shadow but it held firm. Letting out a groan you used your hands to drag yourself back towards the altar. Before you could reach the table your other leg felt the pressure of a new tentacle twist around your knee as you were dragged back toward the Radio demon once again.

Your nightgown was forced up, your ass now exposed and in the air as your legs were pulled open. That was as far as you had really gone yesterday, before a flash of light delivered you into the Pentagram City studio. 

Surprisingly, you felt embarrassed, self conscious knowing there were other people in this room. But as if he could read your mind, or perhaps just noticed the tremble in your legs, Alastor softly said, “It’s only us now, darling. There’s nowhere to hide.”

Third and fourth appendages appeared around your waist and neck. Effortlessly your hips were lifted off the floor, your cunt on full display to the man who now owned you. The tentacle on your neck slipped between your shoulder blades and pressed your chest firmly to the floor. You squirmed and struggled against the restraints but only accomplished to draw another chuckle from Alastor.

“Relax. We have forever, after all. We can take our time.”

You felt pressure at your entrance, and your pleas to stop were cut short as a shadow tentacle pushed its way inside you. It was cold, but quickly began to warm as your heat enveloped it. Your body was resisting it, too tight to take it all in one thrust, but you could feel it slick against your lips easily enough to make its way inside.

“Ooh, my dear, your wet little cunt betrays you.” He cocked his head to the side, antlers doubling then tripling in size, “Have my words affected you so much?”

You could feel the tentacle’s shape shift slightly inside you as if it were adjusting to you and not the other way around. True to his word, there was no pain except from the burning stretch of your hole against the girth of his shadow self.

Hissing, you thrashed against the sigil, “get OFF OF ME!” Pushing against the floor you barely got your shoulders an inch off the ground when you felt a nth appendage graze sloppily over your clit. You stilled, suddenly remembering your end of the deal. Your promise to the demon now circling your clit with his shadow. If you couldn’t do this, then the entire filming was for nothing.

“Don’t forget to breath. I can’t have you dying on me just yet, sweetheart.” The static was slowly building in the air around you again, a silent threat.

Your hand shot to your mouth, trying to smother the depraved sounds being fucked out of you. The tentacle in your pussy was now ramming against your cervix, curving and bending as it repeatedly forced its way in and out of you. The room was quiet, except for the slick, sticky sound of the tentacle coated in your fluids pulling nearly completely out of you before smashing back in. The pace was slow and cruel, but the pressure on your clit was fast and hard. Your mind was starting come undone, your thoughts splintering. You couldn’t focus on anything anymore, all over your body was pressure, pleasure, massaging, pushing, and pulling. 

“Ah ah, that won’t do.” Alastor practically sang the words as an appendage pulled your hands from your mouth and brought them to the small of your back. 

You whimpered, trying to find a balance between the overstimulation and the need to not let them see how much you were getting off on this. You needed to hate it more. Hate him more. Your cheek stuck to the wood of the floor as drool leaked from your open mouth, unable to keep it closed any longer. 

“I’ll—” Your strength was nearly gone, but you managed to knock your upper body around the sigil, smearing the still wet blood across your chest. You only managed to whisper into the flooring a quiet, “I’ll fucking kill you for this.”

The tentacles stopped, for a second you felt tears sting your eyes at the loss of friction. A loud screech made you wince, but you had no time to question it as your body was violently flipped. Your hips were slammed down onto the ground, held tightly by a tentacle around your waist. The back of your head ached as it was jostled in the turn. The shadows on your thighs now seemed determined to bruise you as they constricted around your skin. 

“What was that, dear?” The tentacle in your pussy seemed to swell inside you, the force of the thrusts picking up in intensity. He was ramming into your body with such fervor you felt the skin of your ass chaffing on the wooden grain beneath you.  “Speak up, now”, you heard him exhale forcefully, his controlled appearance hanging on by a thread.

“I-”, your mouth opened to continue your resistance when a new sensation stopped you. A second tentacle was trying to squirm its way into your heat, just above the now uncomfortably thick one twisting around inside of you. The pressure on your stomach from the force made you feel sick, but the devoted ministrations on your clit had your legs twitching against the restraints. “Ah–! no, wai-” It managed to slip itself into you, and with no hesitation it was pressing against your g-spot in a matching rhythm to the tentacle swiping over your swollen clit.

You’d never before made a sound like the one that was pulled from your throat. It was ugly and animalistic and took you by surprise. Still struggling to catch your breath, you threw your head back. You were losing control. As your body was rocked against the ground, the blindfold got caught in the friction and slipped down your nose. 

Bringing your head back up, you finally locked eyes with your new master. 

“Alas-” Another chilly tentacle came to your neck and began to lightly squeeze. You could only breathe out the rest of his name as your eyes met with his. He stood some feet from you, just outside of the sigil, barely on the set at all. He seemed nonplussed, antlers looming over you and suit perfectly neat, except one detail. His pupils dilated when you finally set your eyes onto his. The grip on your neck only stopped tightening when you stomped your foot down in fear of passing out. You didn’t break eye contact, a fire burning in you that told him no matter what he did you wouldn’t be broken. That look in your eyes, the contempt mixed with overwhelming pleasure made Alastor shift one foot in front of the other in an effort to better conceal the erection straining against the zipper of his pants. 

“Mmmhhh–” You finally broke contact as your eyes rolled back into your head, the pressure beneath your belly was building, a tightness threatening to snap. But this wasn’t like before, this wasn’t like when you were alone in your bed with your own hand. It felt like too much, your heart was pounding so hard you thought you’d really die. There was no way your body could continue this much longer, your heart would surely give out.

“Please–” You needed him to stop, the ghostly hand on your throat, the two tentacles pressing against your cervix and g-spot, the unrelenting pressure on your clit. It was too much, it was too sensitive. “I’m sorry, please. Pleeea-” you gritted your teeth, thighs twitching as the muscles in your core tightened.

“Going to cum, my little doe?” Through gritted teeth of his own Alastor asked you as if you had any choice in the matter. He forced your knees up to your shoulders, allowing the tentacles to reach new depths. 

“AaaaHH” You convulsed, “I’m yours, Alastor!” You moaned, willing to say anything to stop the overwhelming feeling as the coil snapped, you were orgasming on this demon’s shadow and for the love of all that was unholy he wouldn’t fucking let up. You did what he said, but he wasn’t stopping. His thrusts didn’t slow, your clit was throbbing and your body shaking uncontrollably. All defiance was dead, your fire snuffed out. Your eyes were glazed and unfocused. Your head hit the floor again as you struggled to keep your thoughts straight, “It’s all yours. My soul is yours! Please- sto-” Another orgasm was being fucked out of you, no recovery from the first. “I can’t, I can’t” Your jaw locked, the way your cunt was spasming and tightening around his shadow appendages nearly pushed them out of your body with the strength of your first forced orgasm. The lights in the room flickered and popped, the candles blew out with a sudden gust, static drowned out your voice from everyone but Alastor as you screamed through the second orgasm. A green light erupted from the smeared sigil beneath you, blinding the crew and onlookers. “My body is yours! My soul! It’s all yours. I give you all of me, Alastor! Alastor!!” Your vision went spotty, and your throat seemed to close around your voice. Your face was red with the strain of your orgasm. You’d never felt unrelenting pleasure like that before and in that moment you’d have given him absolutely anything he wanted from you. Everything. It was his. You were his. He owned you inside and out.

The bullying of your cunt finally calmed after your orgasm began to edge away, your breath no longer stuck in your throat. He didn’t stop, but he slowed down to a lazy pace as what few lights managed to survive flickered back to life. As your eyes adjusted to the light, you looked over your wrecked body to Alastor. His eyes were wild, his bangs damp and clinging to his forehead. His smile was manic, sinister almost. He looked truly demonic. A wave of fear carried a chill down your spine.

The tentacles withdrew, the sudden loss making you feel colder somehow now than before. They had taken on your own heat and matched your temperature so perfectly, now your body felt empty. You felt naked. Your cunt was still clenching, but around nothing at all. It felt…like something was missing now. Your body seemed to be upset at the loss of contact. It made your stomach turn.

You flinched when the radio demon approached you, but instead of tearing you to pieces like his grin had promised, he slipped his suit jacket off and laid it over your body. You hadn’t realized the dress was torn and lying beneath you in a wet pile of blood and sweat. The confusion must have been evident on your face, because Alastor’s appearance shifted. Antlers now small, if not tiny between his ears. His eyes a red and pink, lids half closed. His smile was just a line across his face, no teeth at all. He looked like a gentleman, had you not known what he had just done to your pussy you’d have thought him incapable of such impropriety. 

“Good job, my little doe.” He whispered before you were handed a glass of water by a tall stranger. 

“Wow, you’re kind of natural at this babe. I haven’t seen a performance like that in ages.  Are you okay?” You took the water from him but didn’t open your mouth to reply, instead transfixed on his appearance. You’d only seen Val and Alastor until now. “You can call me Angel. We’ll get you home soon. I swear.”

Your eyes flitted to Alastor’s, did he know? He must have, he must have felt it. Of course he knew. In those final moments, you hadn’t been acting. Not an ounce of your pleasured responses were disingenuous. Not a single word a lie.

Alastor helped you to your feet as Angel placed a robe over your shoulders. Alastor hummed as he put his jacket back on, a satisfied sound coming from his chest that almost sounded like a song. 

Val sat in his director’s chair with his legs crossed, mouth open. His cigarette was mostly ash, delicately lingering on the stub.

Alastor placed a hand on the small of your back as you were guided to the door. Looking over his shoulder he grinned to Val, “It seems our deal is done here, Valentino. She’s mine, in perpetuity.”

(Part two)

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[storm-angel989]

Sorry if I keep blowing up your ask box, but is it possible to get a part 2 on Val’s daughter being insecure? Maybe Vel x Vox’s daughter noticing her cousin still isn’t emotionally feeling great no matter how much she smiles and reassures her. Also, maybe have Val and his wifey figure out the sitch too? Again, sorry if I’m blowing up your ask box!

Hey there,

You’re not blowing up my inbox! I did have to give her cousin a nickname. I went with Bee- ambigous enough that you can come up with a name for her yourself. Enjoy!

<3 Mandy

It’s been a week since Aunt Velvette asked me to babysit. 

Not that it mattered, but my Saturday mornings had typically been filled with Bee. This Saturday, however,  my alarm went off at its usual time. I wandered out, expecting to find my baby cousin, Aunt Velvette and Uncle Vox out in the kitchen, like I did every Saturday morning. Instead, I found Uncle Vox sitting, drinking his coffee alone at the kitchen table.

“Hey kiddo,” he greeted me. “Eggs are in the pan, and I made french toast if you’re hungry.”

“Where is Aunt Vel?” I asked. 

“She and Bee went to the studio early for a shoot. You’re free to do as you please- Dad and Mom send their love. They’ll be home next week,” Vox said casually. 

That feeling fluttered in my stomach at his words. Why was it that she got to go with her Mom and mine couldn’t be bothered to even come home? My Uncle Vox gave me a kiss on the forehead and a quick goodbye before leaving me utterly and completely alone. 

A kiss on the forehead, watching him step on the elevator, and for the first time in a long time, I was completely alone with zero responsibility. Unsure of what to do, I went to my room and gathered up my swim things. My stomach knotted in anxiety as I paged for a limo to bring me to the school. Despite Uncle Vox’s warning that I couldn’t exercise my feelings away, it wouldn’t hurt to try. I just needed to not get caught and persuaded into talking about my feelings this time. 

An hour passed. Then two. Another hour of jogging. An hour and a half of yoga. I was home in the shower by the time the clock ticked four- an hour before anyone was due home. By the time five o’clock came around, I was longing in my bed in my pajamas, too tired to feel much of anything. 

“Reader!” My cousin squealed as my door slammed open. 

Little arms jumped into my bed and wrapped their arms around my neck. I sat up and returned her hug as she gave me a grin.

“Why didn’t you come to the studio?” She demanded as she sat on my lap. “I missed you! I made you pictures- Mommy has them on the kitchen table! Daddy said dinner is gonna be ready soon!” 

The knot in my stomach reappeared with her words. 

“Reader? You okay?” My cousin asked.

I felt her hands grab my face and she scowled as she looked at me.

“You look sad. Do you have a boo boo?” She demanded.

I took her hands off my face and lowered them as carefully as I could. 

��No, Bee. I just don’t feel good,” I muttered. Guilt washed over me as I saw her face crumble. I pulled her to me in a hug and released her. “I’m going to take a nap, okay? Let your Dad and Mom know, I’ll eat later,” I told her.

“Oh kay,” she replied as she hopped off my bed. “We’ll play later.” 

 I didn’t answer her and waited until the door closed before burying myself under my covers. No part of me wanted to play with her, and even worse, the feeling I fought so hard to keep away was now back in full force. It wasn’t her fault, but I wasn’t in the mood to be around her, or anyone else for that matter. I turned on the TV for background noise and closed my eyes. 

I woke up at one point to the feeling of Velvette’s hand on my forehead. 

“No fever,” she said softly. “Babygirl. Wake up, it’s dinner time.” 

“I’m not hungry,” I mumbled in response as I squirmed away from her touch. 

She pulled her hand away. Footsteps retreated and I heard the door close. I closed my eyes tighter. Good. Nothing felt right and I wanted to be left alone. Eventually, I fell into a restless sleep.

All too soon, my alarm clock buzzed. I reached out and smacked at it as I dragged myself out from under the covers. I rubbed my eyes as I made my way down the hallway. Despite my wish, sleep didn’t help either. Not only that, but my headache from lack of food and water the day before. I needed advil, and at least a bottle of sweet sixteen before I talked to anyone. 

“Reader!” Bee’s voice screamed from the living room. 

I winced and before I could stop it, she tackled me in full force, her arms wrapped around my legs.

“Morning Bee,” I winced as I plastered a smile on my face.

“Uncle Val is here!” She said excitedly. 

That got my attention. I jerked my head towards the kitchen to see my father sitting next to my Uncle Vox and Aunt Velvette, a cup of coffee in his hand. As quickly as I could, I disentangled myself from Bee. He stood up and I jumped into his arms. 

“Daddy,” I whispered as I hugged him. “Daddy, you’re home.” 

“I am, bebita princessa,” he said softly as he held me. “Mom isn’t far behind.” He kissed the top of my forehead. “We’ve missed you.”

“I missed you too,” I replied as I hugged him tighter. “I missed you alot.” 

[hailtothepumpkinqueen]

(Ended up writing this from Shane's perspective and the Shane that lives in my head talks to himself quite a bit. So this is quite long lmao

Warnings for alcohol, talks of depression and lots of negative self talk)

Heart 2 Heart(s)❤❤ Shane's POV

The day had been...rough, to put it lightly. It fucking sucked, to put it more accurately.

He'd slept like shit(again), having to go to work with a migraine only mildly soothed by the coffee and microwaved breakfast sandwich he managed to keep down despite the nausea. Then he got an earful from Morris for being late(again), who decided making clean the entire backroom with no air conditioning on one of the hottest days of the season was an appropriate punishment. Then making him stay late until it was to Morris's standard of cleanliness because the bastard couldn't get his rocks off without abusing his authority over someone else first.

THEN he got an earful from his aunt for not being home to make sure Jas had dinner and went to bed on time, but had the nerve to get real cagey and defensive when he asked why SHE wasn't home to take care of Jas.

Whatever. He was the fuck up, right? The one who could never do anything right, no matter how hard he tried. Just a useless fucking drunk, why did he even bother? He was just gonna fail and get blamed for it anyway..

Sitting on the dock close to the house with a six pack of cold ones was the only thing keeping him from really doing something stupid. Being out here had always brought him a sense of peace, ever since he was a kid and spent whole summers at his aunt's farm. Combined with the comforting, numbing buzz of alcohol flowing through him, he was able to see at least one silver lining amongst the bullshit.

Being at work all day and coming home late meant he hadn't seen hide nor hair of the ray of fucking sunshine that was Pelican Town's new farmer. It's not like he hated her or anything, far from it. Just that every time he snapped at her or said something rude(which was often), she made a face like a kicked puppy and made him feel like an even bigger asshole. So he really didn't want to have to interact with her when he was in such a shitty mood already.

But, if Yoba did exist, he definitely had a sense of humor because, as he was walking back from grabbing more beer, he saw her sitting in the same spot he'd just been. Of course it was her. Why wouldn't it be? What was she even doing out here? Why was she...

Oh. Oh shit. She was crying. Like, actually crying. He'd never seen her so much as sniffle before, so seeing her full on sobbing felt...wrong. Like he was intruding on a moment he wasn't supposed to see. He ought to leave, go back in the house and drink the rest of his beers in his room. Give her the space because he was sure he was the last person she wanted to see.

"Miller?" He heard himself call out instead, voice a lot gentler than he expected. But he might as well have shouted the way she jumped, scrambling to her feet to face him. Immediately trying to cover up the fact he'd caught her crying by plastering a strained smile on her face.

"Shane! H-hey! Sorry, were you still sitting here? I can...I can go. Sorry."

Man, she must really be in a bad way if she was apologizing to him when she was the one crying. He would have to be the Valley's biggest bag of dicks to tell her to fuck off knowing she was upset. And, as tempting as it was after the day he had, he didn't have the heart to actually be mean to her right now. If she commented on him being nice, he could just blame it on the alcohol anyway.

"You're already here, might as well stay." He sighed, feigning nonchalance and waving away her anxious apologies. "Sit. Relax." He added when she didn't move.

Even then it took her a moment to actually sit back down, but he couldn't blame her for that really. He was usually telling her to leave, not stay.

He wouldn't have blamed her for shying away when he sat next to her either, but she didn't. Only leaning to retrieve empty beer cans--cans he had intended to pick up later, he swears--from the water before settling back into the close proximity the small dock put them in.

"You're out late." He piped up after a long moment, holding out a beer to her. Quietly pleased when she accepted his offering and noticing for the first time that what he thought was a bracelet was actually a tattoo around her wrist. Interesting. "Can't sleep either, huh?"

It was an easy enough question, giving her a chance to open up if she wanted or make up some excuse to save face. Win-win either way.

"Yeah...contemplating life and all that, y'know?" She gave a humorless chuckle and shrugged, looking out beyond the lake.

"Buh...life." He scrunched up his nose at the concept and took a big swig of his beer. Maybe it was the booze loosening him up, or maybe something about seeing a side of her he hadn't before made him want to speak more. Say something that's been rotting in the back of his mind for ages. "...You ever feel like...no matter what you do, you're gonna fail? Like you're stuck in some miserable abyss, and you're so deep you can't even see the light of day?"

The way her head whipped around to give him a wide eyed stare made his stomach sink like a heavy stone. Shit. Had he misread the situation? Fuck, she was probably gonna tell Marnie or Harvey and have them drag him to a shrink. Why did he open his stupid mouth? Fuck..

"Yeah, actually..." she answered quietly, to his surprise. "I thought I was doing better, getting closer to the surface, only to get dragged back into the void again. It was stupid to get my hopes up, I'm so out of my depth here it feels like I'm drowning.."

He swallowed hard, unnerved by how familiar her words were to thoughts he'd had. Heartstrings painfully tugged by the tears he saw welling up in her eyes again.

"Me, too..." He said softly, wishing he knew something better to say to be comforting. All he could do was commiserate and hope she felt seen. "I just feel like no matter how hard I try...I'm not strong enough to climb out of that hole.."

"Me, too..." she echoed back, her voice wobbling ever so slightly. "Maybe it was a mistake to come here.."

"What possessed you to even try farming in the first place? You don't seem the outdoorsy type. No offense."

It took her awhile to answer, long enough that he worried he'd said something insensitive on accident.

"Burnout." She said eventually. "Working was draining the soul out out of me, I had no life outside of work, and my mental health was really suffering because of it. Needed a way out, so it was either this or...something more drastic."

Again, it disturbed him how familiar her words felt. He knew exactly what "something more drastic" meant, what must be going on in her head for it to get to that point. He'd always suspected her cheery demeanor was a mask, just...not for something like this.

"Here's to not doing anything drastic then." He held his beer up to her in a toast, relieved when she laughed quietly and mirrored the gesture. Using humor to cope saves the day again.

"To not doing anything drastic." Surprising (and impressing) him yet again by downing the entire beer in one go like a champ with only a slight shudder as a response. Just who was this chick anyway?

"Fast drinker, huh? Woman after my own heart." He winked and bumped her with his shoulder, inwardly cringing at how flirty that sounded the moment it left his mouth. And she definitely picked up on the accidental undertone, because her pale face immediately turned red and her jaw went a little slack.

Shit. Now she was gonna think he was a creep. Dammit. The small space between them suddenly felt claustrophobic, the air suddenly too warm. Her face too close to his. Had her eyes always been so green? He scrambled to his feet to get some distance, rubbing at the back of his neck sheepishly.

"Just don't make it a habit...you got a future ahead of you still." He mumbled, glancing at her to gauge her reaction. Thankfully she didn't look repulsed, more amused than anything about what an ass he was making of himself.

"So do you." She replied so earnestly it made his heart twinge.

"Doubt that." He said flatly, shifting his weight uncomfortably and grimacing when he saw her expression drop out of the corner of his eye.

"Shane..." She frowned, reaching out to him with her free hand.

Uh oh. Now she was worried about him. That wouldn't do. His brain was screaming at him "Abort mission! Leave conversation immediately! Do no pass go, do not collect 200 gold!"

"Welp!" He popped the "p" for emphasis, backing away more. "My liver's beggin' me to stop. Better call it a night. I'll, uh, I'll see you around, yeah? Good night, Katherine."

If she said anything in response he didn't hear as he practically ran back to the house. Coward. She deserved better than that after opening up to him, maybe he could make it up to her somehow. Maybe try being a little nicer to her next time he saw her...

Well, he managed to fuck that up not even 24 hours later.

He hadn't meant to snap, honest to Yoba he didn't. It was just one of those days where he was incredibly overstimulated (migraine 2: electric boogaloo) and everyone and everything was getting under his skin. So when he heard someone call his name for what felt like the millionth time while he was trying to enjoy his beer, he admittedly blew up.

"Hey, Sha--"

"What?? What do you want from me? Money? I'd give you a pot of gold to leave. Me. Alone!"

He regretted the words the second they tore from his mouth, even more so when he saw who he had snarled the words at.

Of course it was her. Why wouldn't it be? Wearing that wounded puppy look he hated and holding what looked like a small tupperware full of hot peppers in her hands. His favorite.

He didn't even get the chance to apologize, because she set the tupperware on the bar next to him and quickly left the saloon without saying a word to him or anyone else.

Fuck. He really was the Valley's biggest bag of dicks.

[walrus150915]

Have you guys seen my other post talking about how Ambrosius n Ballister would look when they're middle aged?

Yea okay nvm I drew them together as old men yaoi again bc it's very funny

Ambrosius, you old rascal!👀

I love depicting older queer people being in love and living a calm cozy life with their families bc idk man... It makes me hopeful for the future

Ft. their kid Aquila and their kid-family friend-aunt-uncle-grandparent Nimona being annoyed with them (and I mean- wouldn't you be?)

By the way this post is framed I guess you could tell where I'm going with this

Headcanon time for the Boldheart household when Nimona is 1030yo, Ambrosius and Ballister are in their late 40s and their kid is a tween

- Nimona is a free traveler. She's done so many round-the-world trips that Magellan may choke from jealousy while burning in hell

- No matter where she is tho, she always comes back to Ballister and always shares new things she's seen and new friends she's made - people and animals alike. YES SHE HAS A TON OF FRIENDS SHE ALWAYS WANTED BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT SHE DESERVES!!! MY BABY😭

- She always makes her comeback a surprise: jumps from the roof on Bal's head, flies dramatically, knocks on the door to pretend she's a deliveryman or a postman

- Ballister works as an engineer bc the raw SKILL this fella used to build an arm WHILE having one is unmatched. "If you're good at something, you gotta proceed to get a career in this field, otherwise you're just wasting your potential" © my Asian mom (jk don't do this. I'm no professional artist but I draw bc it's my hobby)

- He probably worked on the deconstruction of the wall. The symbolism would be great + it'd make sense for his character!

- My man is overworking because of course he does. Nimona tries her best to slap it out of him but this man is a workaholic and nothing can fix it I'm afraid

- I have no idea what Ambrosius's job is. Sry😭

- I know it must be something artsy and something which doesn't bring much money. Ambrosius is BLOOMING at work tho. He's doing something he likes! Not something his parents made him do! And he's enjoying it! Knowing he'll get back home to his kid and husband and Nimona and hug them all sweetly!!

- Aquila is mostly B-student who's described as "Your child studies well, Mr Boldheart, but they need to be more active and social in the class"

- Aquila doesn't have much friends outside of their family. Their parents and Nimona are worried about it more than they are

- Nimona made it her undertaking to make sure Aquila doesn't feel the way she used to in a situation like this

- When she's in the mood, Nimona takes Aquila to school by using her powers. It's pretty much the norm for Aquila to arrive to school on the horse or on the back of an eagle or on the rhino lol

If we've started with Goldenheart, I guess we could also continue with them? (a tiny bit of spice under the cut)

- They're still disgustingly in love. Like it's cringy how in love they are

- They try to keep the sparkle alive no matter how repetitive their routine gets

- Slow dancing (which is actually just cuddling and rocking side to side together) in the kitchen? Kissing each other before and after work? Having romantic dinners from time to time? Yea that's their kinda stuff

- That sparkle also includes trying out new things in bed. They don't have as much energy as they used to tho😭 Instead of going two or even three rounds like they used to they'd rather just sleep WJJSSJJAJJWEJSJS

- [seahorse dad Bal since trans!Ballister headcanon is one of my favorites] Ambrosius's worshipping of Ballister's body increased 100x after Aquila was born bc THIS FELLOW MAN whom he loves VERY MUCH beared THEIR CHILD in his body for 9 months, how's that not amazing? A thing this man has for competence of his husband is insaneeeee

- I feel like their love life has only got better as the time went on

- As all parents do, these two learnt how to do everything very quietly

- Nimona could finally sleep calmly thank the creator they had a kid who made them learn

Okay I'm done with spice. Let's talk sweet (aka random ig)

- Bal cracks his joints a lot (grandpa LLLLL)

- Aquila DOES NOT have it good on Father's day

- Nimona teases Ballister for getting older (as a joke) but she's kinda worried about him, since he does get grey hair, wrinkles n stuff and. Uh. She doesn't. So-

I'M SORRY IT WASN'T MEANT TO BE ANGSTY

- Aquila is trilingual so real of them

- Yea the Boldheart household is multilingual. One could say something in English and the other would answer in Urdu no problem

I think that's about it. I blogged this earlier than planned bc I pressed the wrong button but I hope you enjoy this whiplash of my brainrot nevertheless

Heading to school rn. See ya when I come up with new things to talk abt wfvbhhnj!!!

[abeang]

“My aunt's high school reunion was the last place I wanted to be this weekend, but it turned out to be a lot more fun than I expected.”

𐙚˙✧📷 ༘⋆°MY DAY AS A RESORT SNOBೃ࿔*:✈️

Saturday of June 2024 in the midst of summer

Honestly , I didn’t feel very enthusiastic about this weekend trip to Gallego Private Resort. My aunt was planning her high school reunion and I thought I was going to spend my weekend listening to adult’s stories and gossiping.My brain was still stuck on "Weekend Mode: Sleep In,” and the idea of waking up for a reunion was just. .. ugh (and its still 5 in the morning for God sake)

However, family is family .Also, she stated that there would be free food. Therefore, I got up from the bed, put on some clothes and tried to convince myself that a weekend getaway wasn't that bad.

My aunt arrived at my house, and I could tell she was already in a good mood. She was buzzing with excitement, talking about all the things we were going to do . I just nodded along, trying to look excited of whatever’s going to happen. (Honestly, I was just trying to figure out if I had enough time to grab a quick bite before we left.)

The car ride was. . . interesting. The car was bumpy and my aunt was even more talkative and neither was good for my upset stomach and I ended up getting car sick on the way there. (Let’s just say I should have eaten breakfast before we left. ) My aunt, bless her heart, tried to distract me by talking about my future, already planning my college life and suggesting I stay at my cousin’s boarding house. She also said that we were going to the mall next week after the reunion. That kind of cheered me up a little. Shopping mall trips are always fun.

We eventually got to the resort and I was quite shocked as to how beautiful the place was. It was not one of the most beautiful resorts I have ever been to, but it looked quite…nice. Tropical grasses, a swimming pool, and a rather laid-back setting.

My cousins were already there arranging the tables and chairs for the reunion we were to have later that evening. I followed them, pretending I was actually doing something useful while simultaneously attempting to dodge the prospect of being roped into a discussion about my aunt’s high school experience.

The reunion itself was a little hazy. My aunt’s friends were all very friendly but I could not help but feel slightly uncomfortable. They were all chatting about their past and I was simply wondering where they had kept the snacks! My cousins and I got bored and decided to run around the place and entertain ourselves. We had some time to take a few photos, talk about anyone and everything that comes to our mind and just try to escape from the adult talk.

The best moment of the weekend would have to be the karaoke night. Well, it did not occur at night as the word ‘night’ suggests but it was in the afternoon, it was fun all the same. All my aunt’s friends were surprisingly good singers and they sang songs of their choice one after the other. As for me, I am not a big fan of karaoke and can hardly be called a karaoke star. I did not want to sing, but my aunt urged me to do it. I was forced to sing a song by a band I literally dont know, and let’s just say that the performance was unforgettable.

(I am sure that the staff of the resort was behind the bar, watching the performance of a bad singer, which was me. )

The rest of the afternoon was spent swimming in the pool after the karaoke session that was also entertaining. That was the best way to cool off after all the singing. We swim, have fun, and take as many pictures as we could. Despite being the one whose in charge of taking the pictures for the trip, I still took some selfies (Shame! But hey, it’s for the ‘gram).

The evenings were just as beautiful as the days were. We had our meals at a restaurant nearby the resort and really tasty meals, and then went to sleep at a hotel room. As the stars came out, we’d sit on the balcony, breathe in fresh air and look at the beautiful view.

On the next day, we decided to spend it in the pool. It was a hot day after all , and the water was the perfect temperature. We spent the rest of the day splashing around, laughing, and taking photos. (Again)

After the day was over,I was a little sad to leave, but I wasn't exactly heartbroken. I mean, it was a nice resort, but I've definitely seen better. (I'm not saying I'm a resort snob, but I've got standards.)

The drive home was a lot smoother than the drive there. I had learned my lesson about breakfast, so I was feeling much better. My aunt continued chatting about something and I just nodded along. (Honestly, I was just trying to figure out what I was going to eat for dinner.)This trip was a reminder that sometimes, the best adventures are the ones you share with the people you love. And let's be honest, who doesn't love a good karaoke session?

P.S. I'm still not sure what my aunt and her friends talked about during their reunion. My cousins and I were busy making our own kind of noise, about 15 kilometers away from the adult conversation.

[ofroyalsyn]

Arrival Of The Prince

[Click clack, click clack, the sound of the stiletto heels behind me was enough to drive me crazy.

"Syn! Stop! Are you crazy?"

Was that even a valid question to ask a Symphath? I don't think so. Hearing that my father, Rehvenge got word that my little sister, @awarriorsmercy was in some sort of trouble at the Brotherhood mansion wasn't exactly going to put me in the mood to satisfy anyone let alone myself. I pulled down my T-shirt and stormed out of the hotel room I was hiding in.

Truth be told, I had no idea who this female was, and I didn't care. She was just another easy score on my bedpost. Did I have a female of worth? Of course, I did, but we had the understanding that she was nothing more than a blood source for feeding. I liked my life I like how I did things and when I ran across her I didn't want things to change. Thankfully my female understood this and expected nothing from me other than the occasional vein and crazy sex now and again. I'm a male, and sex was part of my motivation to keep moving. I pulled out my cell phone trying my best to call my father, but it went right to voicemail as did the call to my sister and my aunt.

I was getting furious but then raven black hair stood in front of my eyesight and I knew my female was trying to stop me from murdering this mystery female that I had fun with last night.

"Syn, calm yourself before you do some damage that you don't mean to do. Wipe her memories because she's a human, you idiot. Quickly, Synester we don't have all day."

My female? She was my equivalent as far as attitude. Even though I did not want a relationship with her in the way that most bonded males did I still had a territorial side when it came to her. Destiny or not in the way of a male point of view she was a score for anyone's bed. I turned on my heels and stared at the female that kept me company last night. I quickly scrubbed her thoughts and disappeared as quickly as I had appeared in her life.

My female Ember stood in front of me with her arms folded over her chest.

"You dummy, I told you on the night we met that I was perfectly okay with you sleeping with whatever walked your way, but I didn't think that included humans. I didn't even know that you weren't aware of what was going on at the mansion. The human you tried to score with last night works at the club."

 Shit, my father was going to kill me for that alone. My amethyst eyes stared at my female, wondering why she wanted to protect me, considering we didn't really have a bond. Sure, we had amazing sex when the mood struck, but that was very rare. Being the son of the most feared creature in Caldwell it makes it impossible to find company for the night.

You're wondering how I exist, right? I am the son of the Princess that my father was trying to escape from. Luckily, she's dead and I simply have my father and my sister in my life. I took a deep breath trying to calm my nerves but the bonding scent that came over me as Ember moved was driving me crazy.]

Woman quit doing that. I need to get to my family you're getting in the way. Don't think for a minute that you won't be a target on my list if you keep me from seeing Mercy.

[Was I an ass? Yes, but maybe that's because my needs weren't satisfied last night no matter the position. I don't know why my female found it necessary to save my ass, but I was thankful she did.

"Look, I can feed and fuck you later if you wish, but if you talk to me like that again I will kick your ass from here to the next city line and back again."

I knew I had pushed my limits with Ember, but I didn't care given the situation. I can make up for it later. Sex wasn't a priority now although getting some relief might help me focus. My female kept watching me as I moved much too quickly for most.

 "Syn, breathe, please."

She drove me insane most of the time, but for her to come looking for me because of the situation that my family found itself in spoke volumes. I exhaled turning back to look at her with her raven hair.]

 I'm sorry, E, I can't lose her. Maybe if I wasn't so busy trying to score, I would've realized that Mercy was in the club last night. Damn, how the hell did you find out anyway?

[I watched as my female laughed evilly.

"I have my ways; trust me I have my ways."

She sliced her neck with a blade staring at me.

"Feed."

It wasn't a request; it was an order. I was a bit too rough with her right now, but I knew why she was doing it. She was trying to get me to focus on something other than my blind rage. Of course, when my fangs sunk into her, my hips jerked in the direction of hers. Sex was going to have to wait which isn't something I do. Once I was thoroughly fed, I sealed the wound and nodded.]

 I will repay the favor as soon as I know what is going on. Thank you.

[Without a word she was gone and every time I felt a little guilty for using her as a blood machine. When I slipped behind the wheel of my black Dodge Charger, I felt nothing but anger. I headed toward the direction that I believed the mansion was located, but to my surprise, it was there in plain sight. That's when I knew exactly why Ember came looking for me, she was worried about @awarriorsmercy. I jumped out of my car like it was going to explode as soon as it came to a stop. There were people I didn't recognize I didn't care to know as I walked through the door. I knew some of the warriors because of them coming into zero-sum all the time. I saw the blood on the floor, and I smelled it too. My voice came out as loud as a thunderclap.]

 DAD!

[When he emerged, he looked fine but the look on his face told me something else was wrong and it was something that was probably going to unleash the side of me that no one could control my lethal side. The side that everyone except one person feared. The one person who didn't fear me was my father, but right now he looked terrified to see me.]

[mad0katsuki]

Tw vent and mention of the 💀

Today is November 2nd and is almost to end.

I think that almost no one is aware of my nationality as such (since I mostly write in English and even though I say that my native language is Spanish, there are too many countries that speak it lol), but mentioning the first thing, it shows that I am from Mexico, so Yes, this is a Day of the Dead post. In my family we don't celebrate it much as they usually show it, altars, going to the cemetery, spending it with the family, etc. But they tend to get very sentimental on this day. I say usually because it never happened to me like that, not until this year.

I had never lost someone so relevant in my life that I felt completely sad. I have too many dead relatives, but I never cared much, it only hurt me to see how close relatives of mine suffered, and that was what hurt me. Somehow I felt very empty and selfish.

I have only been to two funerals before last year, my paternal grandfather's and my great-grandmother's. I never met my great-grandmother until I saw her in a photo because she was cremated; On the other hand, I knew my grandfather when I was little but I didn't like him very much because of how he treated my father. But I still cried. I cried for my grandfather, my mother and my uncles who had lost the person who kept my maternal family closer. I cried for my father who, although he seemed cold, I know how much he suffered when he lost the man he once wanted to be on good terms with. I never cried for the dead ones.

My dad had a sister, which made her my aunt. I would say that she was the only one of her siblings that I really knew, I went to her house, ate what she prepared, played with me, talked to her and was the mother of the only cousins I talk to, but there was a problem, she had an illness that It only got worse (they never told me what it was). A year ago in March she passed away. It was the first time I felt like I lost part of my soul. It was very stressful, especially for my dad because she was the only one of his sisters he talked to and cared for, but she was no longer there. I remember that during the entire wake, mass and funeral I couldn’t attend, I spent it in my bed. I couldn't see anyone, least of all my dad. But that only lasted one weekend because no matter how sad I am, they don't let me stay like that for long (lol), I just stayed sad.

I couldn't talk to my cousins for a long time, the truth is I didn't talk to almost anyone about it, I think the only ones who knew were my countability teacher and an ex friend with whom I fought at that time, but that's another story. I think I lost a lot of people by being in that mood.

Then during that period I lost my first cat, Peluso. He was already old and only lasted several months with me, I think he was just looking for a safe place to leave, but he was the only living being that I felt for a long time understood me.

Last year I was still stuck with that thing about my aunt and my cat, but this year I realized that neither of them are there. It's the first time I don't feel angry that someone is leaving me, it's the first time I'm actually crying about how I feel, I feel sad, they don’t leave me because they wanted to, they just gone. I want to visit my aunt again. I want to hug my cat again. I miss them a lot.

If you read this thank you. I feel really weird talking about this subject and I tried to don’t look like an attention seeker or something, I just wanted to let out something that is on my mind frequently. Even more when my dad say that even if I look like my mother I have the freckles of that auntie heh

Have a great night/day/evening

Y para mi gente Latino feliz día de los muertos, si perdieron a un ser querido o a alguna mascotita espero que hayan podido pasar la noche con ustedes <3

[pbandjesse]

Oh man I am tired! Today was a long day. But we mostly just rested. Which honestly was nice. It was a good day for resting, and thankfully I was not as sick feeling.

Sleep last night was a little all over the place. I washed my hair right before bed and honestly that was the move. I would set my alarm and out on my headphones and took a while to fall asleep but it wasn't so bad. I did wake up a few times. My temperature wasn't correct, I was to hot, I was to cold, the ship was moving to much. But I would sleep pretty deeply and woke up at 6 feeling alright.

My phone didn't automatically update the time so it was actually 7. I would wake Jess up to let her know because she was supposed to go meet her dad to work out. And it was decided that she would go do that and I would go explore.

So we both got dressed and ready. And headed out. I went with her to the 11th deck. She would head to the gym and I went to get a little breakfast.

I was glad I went early because there was basically no one there. I had my headphones and a scary story to listen to. I had a hashbrown and eggs and some water. And I felt a little nauseous. And once I was done eating I decided to go for a very long exploring walk.

I started at the top. I went from floor to floor and went to just about everywhere. The chapel was cute but very small and the windows were covered in fake cloud pictures? The card room was huge but empty. And the library was just a single book case? It was a strange choice. It was nice to walk around while there were no people crowding everything. The shops weren't open but that was okay.

I would go all over though. Found another duck. Not a ton of luck today because there are a lot of kids looking too. Ah well. Still having fun looking.

I would go back to the gym area and found Jess and her dad and her aunt and cousin. And would join them for breakfast. I would have second breakfast.

More hashbrown and eggs but also fruit and juice. I enjoyed the conversation but we were there way longer then I was prepared for emotionally. I really wanted to go find a spot to watch the water and knit. The weather was pretty crummy. It was wildly foggy and wet and windy. It was honestly a little exciting at times. Going out on the deck and being blown around so thoroughly. It was great.

And inside was just a bit to hot.

But then we really struggled to find somewhere. The one lounge k has found was closed for a private event. And while we were able to find a pretty comfortable couch in a bar, it was so loud. It was only 10am and everywhere was absolutely blasting music and it was inescapable.

We would only spend a few minutes there before I asked if we could please leave. And we headed outside to find somewhere not to windy.

And we got to see dolphins!! Only a few but it was so cool and it helped my mood a ton. And it was windy but we went to the back of the boat and found somewhere not to windy. And I was feeling a lot better. We even got Jess's audio book to work after it just not loading for a long time. I was glad things were coming together.

We hung out there for a while. I got another square done. And then we headed to the theater to meet Jess's mom and aunt and cousin to get a free bracelet. We also would stay for the raffle and the presentation about buying jewelry. Which was interesting but it's wild how expensive but tacky as hell the jewelry is on the ship. The best thing was learning about a star faceted diamond which was seriously really pretty but everything it was set it was just so gaudy.

Me and Jess would leave there and head back to the room. We would take a little bit of time to chill and refresh. I was feeling a little off. A little shaky. So I'm glad we were going to lunch next.

But lunch would be incredibly stressful. The whole group decided to meet but then they didn't know what they were doing and we ended up standing in the way in the door while trying to figure out where Jess's mom went. And then we absolutely couldn't find seats together because the buffet was so crazy packed. And then her aunt found one table for 5 but I was so upset and confused I just went and sat on a bench until Jess came back and figured out where to sit. I would sit sadly on the bench and ate my fries until she came back and waved me over.

And while lunch was fine I was just. Not myself. I was snippy with Scott when he was insisting on something that just straight up was not correct. And I wasn't being a very good conversationalist with her aunt even though I would have loved to be chatting. I was just so tired.

I had a piece of cake and tried to perk up but I could not. And so I let Jess know I wanted to go lay down. That I didn't feel right. And so that's exactly what I did.

I came back to the room and fell fast asleep. I would sleep for an hour or so and when I woke up Jess was back with an iced coffee. She asked how I was doing and I asked if she wanted to do something. But then I forget anything because I fell asleep for another hour and a half.

But so did she so I don't feel so bad. We both obviously need the rest. And I would feel a lot more like a person.

We would get nice for dinner. Getting all dressed up. My hair had looked so nice this morning but it looked strange now so I brushed it and tied it back and Jess said I looked pretty. Jess also looked pretty. And we headed to dinner.

There was more confusion which stressed me out. All I wanted was to sit down. And thankfully we decided to just go and sit and wait for the family.

And family dinner was nice. I did not like any of the food tonight but I did get a virgin strawberry daiquiri and it was fabulous. And the conversation was so good tonight. Jess's one aunt refered to me as "incredibly accomplished" and it made me feel amazing. And while the food wasn't amazing it was still fun. And Scott and Kerry bought a giant cupcake for Jess's mom's birthday! And it was pretty good! It has a butter cream frosting and the plate was so hot the butter was literally melting out of it which was crazy to us. But it was still fun.

We would make a plan for Halifax with Jess's little cousin tomorrow. We are going to try to hit up some vintage shops. And it will be fun. Ans hopefully chill.

We left then though. We would walk through all the shops. I bought a plushie keychain of the ship. We are pizza. It was fun.

We would go visit Jess's parents. Who also got to see dolphins so that's nice. And they offered us some bottles of water so that was nice of them. But we would come back for that.

We went to the spa to get a little free hot stone massage. The girl who did mine was great but she said the knot in my shoulder is crazy and it went click click click. The full massage is way to expensive but it was fun to get the free one. We also walked over to arcade and shot some basketballs since that machine is not working right and just lets the balls out. It was fun to just shoot baskets. I was having a good time.

Our last event of the night was to go find the mini golf and the rock wall. I just wanted to put eyes on them. It was wildly windy out so we didn't stay long. Jess got an ice cream. We went and got even more pizza. And then back to her parents room for water.

And now we are back to our room. Packing out purses and laying out our outfits for tomorrow. Kerry came by so Jess could braid her hair. And Jess took a shower.

Which is what I want to do now too. And go to sleep. Tomorrow is a big day! We arrive in Canada at 8. And our plan is to wake up at 8, have breakfast at 830. And then be off the boat around 9. The shops seem walkable but I won't have service, only Jess will. So she will be in charge. Most things won't open until 10 so we aren't in a rush. And we have until 5 to get back on the ship. I am looking forward to a hopefully fun day. But that starts with a good sleep.

I hope you all have a great sleep. I love you all. Goodnight everyone!!

[edgessunflower]

May I please request headcanons for Ulrich, Yumi, Odd, and William reacting to their female S/O inviting them to her parents' anniversary party and dragging them onto the dance floor?

OMG MY LOVEEES AAAHHH

Code lyoko characters reacting to going to Fem reader's parents anniversary party and dancing

Odd

He was excited when you asked him the week before finding a good suit and deciding to actually to slick his hair back instead of having it like he normally did

He met up with you a couple of blocks from your house talking and joking going in and getting drinks introducing him to a couple of your family members first your parents who had heard alot about him and the boy who makes their daughter laugh and smile

Your 3 aunts who are like moms to you smiling at him when he fixes your dress,brings you a drink,and compliments your aunts homemade pasta leaving her smiling the rest of the night and out of the sad mood she was in before

Your cousins who were more like siblings who at first secretly interrogated him but after a bit they realized not only was he indeed not trying to harm you but they ended up liking him alot

And your grandmother who always loved whenever anyone brought their friends or someone to family events and as soon as he smiled at her jokes and loved her homemade sweets she couldn't help but love him and told him never to hesitate to call her or go to her house for more of the sweets

You enjoyed dancing and running around with your younger cousins until a slow song came on and as you went to go sit and talk with your grandma he grabs your arm and pulls you to him

You both slow dance together looking over to see your grandma smiling sweetly at the two of you,your aunt Lydia giving you a big thumbs up while your aunts Katie and Jill clap in excitement,your parents nearby seeing you with a look of joy and emotions about you growing up,and your cousins quietly cheering especially your cousin Natalie who was the closest thing to a younger sister that you had

After it all you both leave saying goodbye to everyone taking some of the food especially the past lydia made and the sweets your grandma made going back to campus

William

He was surprised but happy when you asked him to go with you to your parents anniversary party at lunch a few weeks before smiling for weeks

He didn't really know what to wear exactly but he ended up picking a red and black suit putting a few small roses in the pocket for you

The night of the party you met up with each other on campus and he was amazed seeing you with your hair up in french braids and a matching red dress with black shoes and tie around your waist

You walk together meeting two of your cousins nearby the house then introducing him to other members of your family first 2 of your 3 aunts who liked how laid back he was slowly getting him to come out of his shell,then your grandma who liked him as soon as she watches him pull a chair for you and acted so nice and answered everyone who talked to him and how he treated you,the rest of your cousins who liked him really well especially your younger ones,your parents who were abit hesitant but liked him as soon as he was honest that he liked you and wanted to get to know them,and your last aunt who intimidated him at first but as soon as she smiles and gave him a pat on the shoulder as she walked away

You talked and ate with your cousins and danced until a slow song came on you both sat on the couch until you got up grabbing his hand and you both slowly begin dancing seeing your parents smiling and nodding at you making you smile,Your cousins jumped up and down in joy,your aunts give you a look of support saying go for it,and your grandma took a drink of tea and smiles big at the two of you

Soon after slow dancing you both take some food saying goodbye and heading back to campus walking slow and laughing halfway there

You both tell each other you had a good time giving each other a peck going into your rooms and going to bed planning on going to another family even together

Ulrich

He was nervous for the first little bit after you asked but slowly got happy and excited to go with you picking a yellow suit to match your yellow sunflower dress even putting small sunflowers in his pocket for you

You met up outside campus and head in together holding hands and smiling introducing him to your aunt Jill who smiles at him as she pours a drink for the two of you followed by your cousins who were getting pizza liking him immediately making you smile when he picks up and holds your younger cousin who was having a hard time with the others,Your parents say hello and see him as another kid to help and look after having heard from you about his parents giving him such a hard time taking him under their wing,your aunts Katie and Lydia met him after your parents and they smiled when he fixes your hair that was out and helped lydia with cooking then katie with handing out drinks and he finally met your grandma leading the two of them to be peas in a pod just like her and you are

You start slow dancing together when you hear it come on while at a table with your grandma but she smiles as you both go out and dance while your parents and lydia stand behind her watching proud of the person you became and that you are growing up,your cousins watched across the room smiling and high fiving,Jill and Katie stood with your uncle Logan watching while they laugh in surprise and happiness

You help out after and end up staying the night at the house changing in your room while he changed in the bathroom into the clothes you each brought to wear after putting the dress and suit in your closet watching tv together until you both fell asleep next to each other in your bed

Your mom found the two of you the next morning taking a picture or two and then leaving the two of you to sleep until you both woke up and went down for breakfast

Yumi

She had heard alot about your family and wanted to meet them and was over the moon when you asked her

The two of you picked out your dresses for each other and you both loved what the other chose,you chose a japanese styled dress in white and red for her while she picked a lace and silk pink dress for you

The two of you meet at her room helping each other and getting ready doing each other's makeup and helping put your dresses on meeting with the others for a few minutes then going to your home

You introduce her to your aunt Katie who had learned some Japanese from Lydia and Yumi smiled when she said hello and her name in the language,you then introduce her to your cousins who liked her especially your younger cousins who played with her for quite a bit,next was your grandma who had gone to Japan multiple times when she was younger and gave yumi a kimono that she had for years but couldn't wear anymore and she had given the others to you,You then have her meet your aunts Jill and Lydia together lydia being fluent in japanese and helping you whenever yumi wasn't teaching you the language,Finally you have her meet your parents who instantly loved her and she knew they did asking when would be good to make plans with them and they agreed

You two slow dance holding each other tightly as you see everyone watching you both,Your cousins quietly giggle and nod in support,your aunt katie clapped in approval and smiled,your parents smiled proudly while holding each other,your aunt jill whistled in happiness and yelled as well,your grandma quietly clapped her chest smiling lovingly at you,and your aunt lydia smiling giving a thumbs up and laughing in joy

You both go to her house staying in her room listening to music after taking a bath together and laying in her bed holding and caressing each other with kisses until you fell asleep in each other's arms

Her brother Hiroki walked in and saw the two of you smiling carefully getting the bed hugging both of you giving you each a kiss on the cheek and right after he left her parents saw you together smiling taking pictures of the two of you and tucking the blanket over both your shoulders her mom kissing both your heads and they both slowly leave the room as you slept hugged together

[kariachi]

Fic presented itself. Argit's had A Night and Ben is on Rat Watch.

Warning for abuse.

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There was something between confusion and concern that always came with waking up in the middle of the night to Kevin in his room. After a point one got used to the fact he could and would break in- if his mom woke up and found an outside door open she just automatically made an extra plate and mug of coffee anymore- but it would probably never stop coming with that inkling that something might be very wrong.

Having him all but shove Argit onto his bed only served to heighten those feelings.

“Argit’s staying the night,” he said in a low, clipped tone edging on a growl that brooked no argument, “anything happens to him and I put you in the hospital.” Ben was still in the process of sitting up, rubbing sleep from his eyes with the heel of his hand, as he turned on his heel and stormed out. Not a single explanation of why he was even there when he should have been like four towns over with Gwen.

“…the fuck..?”

“Don’t worry, nobody’s coming after me, he’s just in a mood.” Blinking blearily, Ben turned his attention from the door to Argit, his confused frown twisting as he gave a painful hiss. The alien looked to have gone through the absolute wringer. It was dark, and while Ben had learned in the past few years that he had better night vision than full humans it was hard to get a good look, but there was a point where ambient moonlight was enough to tell someone was scruffier than normal. He rolled out of bed, crossed the room, flicked on the light, and hissed again. “It ain’t that bad.”

Between the bandages, the spots that were already scabbing over, the wrist that had been wrapped, it was that bad.

“Who did you piss off!?!” No matter whether he got on with the bastard or not, there was no hiding the concern in his voice as he went to check him over himself. Argit leveled a glare at him, then rolled his eyes as he began searching for any damage Kevin might have missed.

“My guy decided he was tired of my tone,” Argit said, “Ravrsa’s off to make sure he knows my tone’s not his problem.”  Ben would forever blame the fact he’d just woken up for the long heartbeats it took for his brain to translate that, his jaw tightening as soon as it did. And Kevin hadn’t even had the decency to take him along, like he wasn’t a fucking hero. “Don’t worry, he hasn’t offed any of my exes yet. Might put the fucker in the hospital, but he won’t kill him.”

“Well at least there’s that,” Ben said, as if that had been his concern. “You’ve had more than one guy pull this?” Argit shrugged, favoring the shoulder with the bad wrist.

“He says I’ve got bad taste in men, like he doesn’t have bad taste in general.” Meeting his eyes with a sharp look, not at Gwen’s level but close enough he hoped, Ben pointedly didn’t respond. Argit rolled his eyes again. “The sorta fuckers we go for aren’t exactly upstanding sweethearts.”

“Hey now, he’s got Gwen.” There was nothing that needed more patching that he could tell, and Ben just hovered a moment before what of his mom and aunt’s lessons in manners kicked in. He gestured for Argit to follow him and headed for the kitchen.

“She’s been okay so far,” Argit said, trailing after him, at least he didn’t seem to have any sort of limp or anything, “least if she’s raised a hand Kev hasn’t said anything.”

“She’s a good person.”

“Yeah, so he tells me, I still worry.” Ben gave a small laugh, looking back at him.

“I think he’s the one who needs to be worrying.” Argit flashed a toothy smile back.

“Think he’s about one bad day from just offing every guy who eyes me, save himself the trouble.” Snickering, Ben started digging through cabinets as Argit climbed onto a counter.

“You can’t do chocolate, right?” He’d swear Kevin had mentioned it once, and Pierce hadn’t been able to eat the stuff…

“Yeah. No chocolate, no caffeine, no alcohol.” Humming, he nodded and only pulled out the one pack of cocoa. Another cabinet would get him a mug and a bowl, and there was some juice in the fridge.

“Okay. Hey, you got a safe place to stay?”

“Benny,” Argit teased with a snort, “are you worried about me?”

“Don’t tell Gwen or she might disown me,” Ben answered, glancing over with a smile to see Argit shake his head.

“I’ll be fine. Think Kev’s just happy to have someone he trusts to keep an eye on me while he’s all worked up.”

“Guess I can’t blame him being a bit paranoid. Orange or cherry?”

“Orange. It’s not paranoia when people actually have the worst intentions for us.” For a moment Ben paused, considered the statement, then nodded.

“Okay, yeah, none of us are really paranoid at this point.”

“Especially not Kev.”

“Especially not Kev.” Handing Argit his bowl of juice, Ben set to work getting his cocoa together. “You wouldn’t believe some of the shit I’ve seen people try to pull with him.” He paused. “Actually, maybe you would.”

“Been hanging with him a lot longer than you,” Argit snickered, “I definitely would. Most of my body count’s from saving his ass.” Ben turned from the microwave to try to stare him down.

“You should not be so comfortable telling me you’ve killed people.”

“You hang out with Kev, and he’s killed like three times as many people as I have.”

“Touche.” Bastard. “But somehow not any of your exes, even though they were bastards.”

“In his defense there, normally we leave the area before he finds out what pissed me off.” With a curious hum, Ben mixed his drink and leaned against another counter.

“Pretty smart, if his response is gonna be to put somebody in the hospital.” He mindlessly took a sip, flinching and huffing as he burned his mouth and throat. Argit was polite enough to wait. “Seriously though, you have got to date better people. Fuck, I know enough criminals by now, I’ll find you better.”

The kitchen fell into silence, Argit looking at him with a narrow-eyed look somewhere between suspicion and amusement. Ben didn’t rescind the offer, as much as he’d just been running his mouth. He was, after all, still sore that he hadn’t been given the chance to go help beat this guy up. It was a blow to his pride as a hero. If setting Argit up with somebody could keep him out of that kind of situation again, it would make up for it. If it got one of his enemies off his back then all the better.

A curious noise came across the kitchen.

“You realize if it went badly Kev’d blame you for setting the whole mess up?” The same Kevin who was, as they spoke, heading out to give a guy twice what he’d given first. But also, the same Kevin who was Ben’s best friend and not about to piss off Gwen by killing him over something like this.

“I’m not that scared of him.” Because you had to be stupid to not be at least a little scared of him, no matter the relationship. Argit snorted, flashed him a toothy smile.

“May take you up on that, just to see you try.” Gwen would have words, but if he never did anything that would annoy his cousin was he really Ben Tennyson? Besides, he could already see Kevin’s romantic ass chilling out when it came up in the morning, and they both knew it would come up in the morning one way or another. Even if just in the form of Argit teasing him for caring. More cautiously this time, Ben took another sip of cocoa.

“If nothing else, it gives me an excuse to avoid my paperwork.”

“Aw,” Argit said, snorting again, “the big-name hero can’t manage a little paperwork?” Ben laughed back.

“The ‘big-name hero’ would rather be doing good than bending over a desk.” Argit’s ear and mouth twitched. Ben glowered at him. “You know what I mean.” For a moment everything settled into an almost easy quiet as Argit lapped at his drink and Ben carefully sipped his own.

“So,” Argit said after a moment, tone quiet, bemused, a little patronizing, head tilting just a bit to the side, “you’re classing trying to find me a new guy under ‘good guy hero stuff’?” He didn’t even like Argit. Could’ve lived a perfectly happy life never seeing or hearing about him again. He was a untrustworthy, cowardly bastard of a con, sat in his kitchen looking like he’d been dragged along a cliffside for what was, this time, no fault of his own. Something he wasn’t even making a fuss about.

Ben smiled over his mug at him, wide and honest.

“Of course.”

Even he deserved better than that. And if Argit tried to hide wide-eyed surprise in his drink, well…

That just proved the point.

[bunbeeplays]

The Lemon Legacy: Generation 1, Chapter 82 - A Nighttime Visit

Ophelia and Xander are woken up by someone pounding on the door.

Ophelia: What the woohoock! Who the hell is here at midnight?

Xander: It looks like a kid and… wait, is that Greta? Jace? They're supposed to be at their dad's house tonight. What are they doing here?

Jace: This was a dumb idea. We should have just stayed home.

Greta: That place isn't home anymore, not with them. Don't worry, Uncle Xander and Aunt Ophelia are cool. They'll understand.

Their conversation is interrupted when Xander opens the door.

Greta: Ugh, thank Watcher. Took you long enough, it's cold out here.

Xander cuts to the chase.

Xander: What are you guys doing here? Did your dad drop you off? It's the middle of the night.

Greta: We had to get out of there, it sucked.

Xander: You just LEFT?

Xander: Does anyone know you two are here?

Greta: Uh, well, now you do.

Xander: I'm not in the mood for jokes. Get inside.

Greta: Uh, you sound mad.

Xander: I am. Inside, now.

Jace, who is very afraid of the dark, immediately walks in and freaks out. Ophelia does her best to calm him down. She promises to make him and Greta a midnight snack before he goes up to use the bathroom so he doesn't have a bladder failure.

Xander: Let me get this straight. You dragged your brother out of bed and you two walked across town in the middle of the night without telling your parents.

Greta: What's the big deal?

Xander: The big deal is anything could have happened and no one would know where you were.

Greta: Why are you being so uncool about this?

Xander: I'm not being "uncool", I'm reacting how any normal adult would.

Greta: Yeah, like I said, uncool.

Xander: Your mom's going to be really uncool when she finds out what you did.

Greta: Why should I care about how she feels? She doesn't care about how I feel! I told her I didn't want to see him but she made me because she's a total bitch-

Xander: Greta Rose Laurent, you will NOT talk about your mother like that. She's doing what she thinks is right.

Greta: Then she should keep us away from Dad and his new she-devil of a wife! It's not like he cared we were there. He's got his new family. Jace spent all night trying to get him to play catch but all he could focus on was Tiff and Tommy! Jace went to bed in tears!

Xander: I'm sorry you two had a hard night but if it was that bad, Ophelia and I would have come gotten you. What you did was dangerous.

Greta: Why are you being so lame?

Xander: Caring about your safety isn't lame.

Greta: Nothing happened!

Xander: Well something could have. I'll call your mother and tell her what happened. She can deal with telling your father where you are.

Greta: Whatever.

Ophelia spent the entire altercation pulling out some chia seed puddings for the kids, since that's the closest thing they had to a snack in the fridge. Being there for the fight was kind of awkward, but seeing Xander be so parental was… oddly nice?

Greta plops down at the table and groans.

Greta: I thought Uncle Xander would get it! I know he hates Dad too after what he did to you and Mom!

Oh, so Hilary did tell her the whole story.

Greta: I don't want anything to do with him anymore! Why doesn't anyone understand?

Ophelia: Your mom didn't want what happened to ruin your relationship with your dad.

Greta: Why? She knows he's scum and she still forces me to see him? How does she not get it? No one does!

Ophelia: I understand not wanting a relationship with a parent more than you know.

Ophelia: I was disowned. I haven't seen my parents in years.

Greta: Okay, you win.

Ophelia: I'm not trying to "win", Greta. Your mom was trying to do right by you by not denying you a relationship with your dad, but maybe she doesn't understand how much his actions hurt you.

Greta: Everyone says I should forgive him cuz he's my dad but he didn't apologize to me and Jace for turning our lives upside down, for treating you and Mom like dirt! It's llamashit!

Ophelia: Your mom was trying to be fair to you two, but you don't owe your dad a relationship.

Ophelia: Jace was really scared from being out in the dark.

Greta: I know, but-

Ophelia: You were trying to do what's best for him, even if it ended up hurting the person you thought you were helping. Well, your mom was trying to do that with you.

Greta: Yeah, I guess…

Ophelia: Uncle Xander wasn't trying to be mean, but there's a lot of dangerous people out at night. Vampires, werewolves, townies with eyeball rings. Knowing you two were wandering out there all alone scared him.

Greta: I didn't want to scare anyone.

Ophelia: I know.

The boys come back downstairs and while Greta and Jace eat their pudding, Ophelia and Xander talk in the kitchen.

Xander: Greta totally hates me now.

Ophelia: No she doesn't. She acted impulsively because she's a teenager and she was upset she got called out on it.

Ophelia: She'll get over it. The important thing is the kids are safe and accounted for. I think she and Hilary need to have a deeper talk about Greta's feelings about what happened but for now, things will be fine. You got upset because you care about them, that's not a crime.

Greta comes over to wash the dishes and Ophelia gives Xander a kiss on the cheek, quietly whispering in his ear to talk to her again, before she leaves to introduce Jace to Marshmallow.

Ophelia: I think she likes you, Jace!

Jace: Aww, nice kitty.

Marshmallow: why is this hooman so small

Xander: Greta-

Greta: Look, I'm sorry we snuck out, okay? I didn't think about vampires and werewolves and townies with eyeball rings. I just thought you and Aunt Ophelia are cool and would make things suck less for Jace. And me, or whatever.

Greta: So what did Mom say? Am I grounded?

Xander: No, I talked her out of it. I don't think she understood how strongly you felt about what your dad did. She wants to talk to you about it to avoid another situation like this in the future, but she's not going to punish you.

Greta: Oh. Thanks, Uncle Xan.

Xander: I figured I was hard enough on you. Sorry I yelled, kid. Just… cut your mom some slack, okay?

Greta: Okay. Sorry I yelled too. And called Mom a bitch. I guess I didn't understand where she was coming from either. Maybe we do need to talk.

I make my Sims hug so much but idc, I love them and want them to hug.

[littlemoondarling]

Some morning vents, ignore me

I feel like... no matter what I do it will never be enough, I sleep early, I wake up in the middle of the night and get insomnia, I sleep a little later, I wake up later in the night and get insomnia.

And my mom gets mad at me for not sleeping at night and spending the whole day sleeping/exhausted, and I get it, i swear i do, she wants what's best for me but I tried everything. I tried waking up early, taking a very large dose of sleeping pills, not using the phone, trying to force myself back to sleep, etc etc, nothing fucking works.

This isn't just about sleep btw, it extends to literally everything else, I pray on time, fast, read Qur'an, watch their self help videos, still my aunt says I'm not trying to help myself, and my mom says it too, just a bit kinder.

I got a job, worked my ass off, tried to be as polite and patient as humanely possible with a boss that would drive jesus himself insane, I went there even before the day the doctor reccomended after healing from surgery, I got there either on time or earlier and I was still fired. No reason given.

I try so fucking hard to fight the urges to self harm, to work through my addiction and what do I get? Blamed by mom for even thinking about it. Ugh it even makes me feel bad, whenever I don't end up hurting myself I feel so fucking pathetic, like yea there goes the liar, if they really were that depressed they would've actually done it. UGH.

I try to be funny, to make them laugh, to engage in their silly conversations that I find no interest in, to be physically affectionate despite how much I hate it, to be considered, to be a peacemaker, to follow what they say, to fucking open up, but it's never enough, never, there's always more to do, more to do now, I tell them I'm feeling bad and they ask me why, I tell them that I don't know and they accuse me of lying. I'm literally diagnosed with MDD I have anxiety, my meds aren't doing shit, idk how to tell you but sometimes I feel bad for no reason or without knowing the reason.

I... I'm tired. Sometimes all I want to do is give up. To just not better myself and stay in bed until I rot and become one with it. But I love them too much. My mother mainly. I can't bear seeing her upset knowing I could have done something to prevent it. But no matter what I do she ends up upset anyway. I feel like I'm losing my mind. I genuinely do. And these attacks, this looming war. It's... it's certainly not helping. I have no one to go to. No one to talk to. I know I have friends here, and I know they will listen if I ask them to, but I'm always feeling bad, always in this disgusting mood, I fear always talking about it would erode our friendship. Ugh. I want .... I want to be gone... for a while. Just a little while..

[yusuke-of-valla]

So uhh in the process of trying to search through the mess that is my notes app, I found a snippet of a berry blast brigade thing I don't believe I've posted before so if anyone's interested?

Seeing a therapist is Mitsuru’s idea. Yusuke isn’t sure it’ll help, because if he’s supposed to talk about what’s troubling him then he can’t really do that without talking about shadows and Personas

But Sumire was in a better mood after visiting this counselor and Naoto’s already given him grief over still studying with Madarame despite the incredibly true rumors, so Yusuke agrees.

Dr. Maruki’s office is small but cozy at least. Yusuke tries to relax into the chair as the man behind the desk smiles at him.

“So you’re Arisato’s older brother, aren’t you?”

Yusuke nods. Is he supposed to stare him in the eye? That seems awkward.

“Tell me a little about yourself.”

“I imagine Sumi’s already told you about everything.”

“Sure, but I want to hear it from you.”

Yusuke sighs. “Alright. My parents died when I was only about a year old, in a car crash just afte Sumire and Kasumi were born. We went to stay with our Aunt for awhile, honestly I always kind of thought of her as my real mom. Then she died when I was about 3 and we started being moved around. Naoto was always terrified that we’d be separated so he made sure we were ready to go at a moment’s notice.”

Naoto’s instructions are still drilled into his head. Keep a bag of clothes and food and other supplies (it was a big fight over whether Yusuke should keep a sketchbook in there or not.) under the bed, and then slip out during the Dark Hour.

“Although once Kasumi and Sumire started doing really well in gymnastics and winning prizes and stuff, people were a little more willing to keep all of us around. I even won some junior art shows. We’d ultimately still be deemed too much trouble and passed around again. Finally we got accepted into Gekkoughan which was a middle and high school."

[itsybiggy]

Stuck With Me: Book 1

🕷️(Cute Peter Parker slow burn, less spiderman action more just good ol awkward Parker.)

🕷️Peter has been in a bad mood all month, but with soon to be divorced parents, trying to figure out what's wrong with him is the last thing Lani needs. Thankfully summer break is here. Lani, Ned, Peter, and MJ set off on the summer vacation road trip to California. Drama ensues

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CHAPTER 1: paint job

Lania's POV

Today is just one of those weeks, well months. It feels like each day drags on, but then all of the sudden it's Monday again. You just wonder "what have I been doing, why are all the days mushing together?" I guess it could be the rain, it's been raining almost every day this week. Rain always gets Peter moody. I guess because it's annoying getting rained on while you're just trying to do your job, swinging through the city. Ned just hates rain, and I have a dog who loves the mud but hates baths. I'm pretty sure Michelle is the only one who likes it.

"It's great antisocial weather." She always says.

Another contributing factor to the days running together is the feeling that they are all the same. Wake up, hear screaming from parents downstairs, get ready for school, hear dad slam the door to go to work, eat with crying mom downstairs, go to school, hang out with Ned, Peter, and Michelle, come home, do homework, and go to bed.

Considering I'm with my friends most of the day it's not too bad. But I'm just tired of it all.

I have no idea what I'll do when I'm finished painting my van. "My life will be a whole new level of boring " I sigh, once again dipping my brush into the paint can. The satisfying strokes of the rust-colored car turning the to the calming sage green, help me relax me. I skip a depressing song on my playlist and go for a Canned Heat song instead. That and the heavy rain is enough that no noise in the house can be heard in the garage. Silence at the Kahale house was hard to come by so I welcomed it with open arms, as the paint fumes danced in my nostrils.

That's when the daydreaming started, it had almost become routine. Something to look forward to while I painted and did other maintenance on Caroline. It was pretty much the same scenario every time. Kind of pathetic honestly. Some variation of the the same outcome at least.

Todays day dream starts off with Peter coming over in the night, having something to tell me. He climbs through the window in his spider-man suit. He wears it so he can be at my apartment even faster. I go to the window, confused why he's here. only for him to rush in take off his mask and tell me he is in love with me. And then of course we makeout.

Ok, I know it's weird and not realistic. First off, I am so hard in the friend zone. Second, no one just does that-but hey a girl can dream. But really she can't because her cush is way out of her league. I mean come on he's Spiderman!

I was the second to find out, Ned being the first. Though, I'm pretty sure me and Michelle knew around the same time. He came home one day after "the Stark internship" with the biggest black eye I had ever seen.

I was talking with Aunt May when he came home. He did a double glance at me and then darted for the bathroom.

"Peter?" Aunt May said, just as confused as I was.

"I just have to go to the bathroom!" He called out.

But he didn't know that I got a quick look of his eye before he bolted. That, and like a year ago all of the sudden he went from cute Lil' Peter to-shredded, chiseled, and taller Peter. A couple of other things had happened and it made us all suspicious. So, as soon as he ran off to his room, I got up and followed him. It took me about 60 seconds to find his suit.

The sudden pause in my music took me back into reality.

It was a text from Michelle in the group chat.

michael jackson: Hey nerds, how does Good Eats sound to you guys?

I was the first to respond

Lani: sounds amazing, I'm starving :))))

Bubby🖕🏻💗: sure but I've got no cash 😒

I roll my eyes. Ned has been putting off getting a job for months.

Lani: I'm freaking loaded so I can pay for you 😘😘

Bubby🖕🏻💗: thanks a love

Lani: I got u bb 🤠

michael jackson: get a room

itsy bitsy ❤️💙: Or just stop.

Bubby🖕🏻💗: ayy Peter you coming?

itsy bitsy❤️💙: I guess.

Lani: want me to pick you guys up?

michael jackson : Nah I don't trust your driving after the whole incident

Lani: ???

Bubby🖕🏻💗: Yess plss

itsy bitsy ❤️💙: No.

My mood sinks, if that makes sense. Seems like Peter is annoyed with me, and I don't know why. I shake my head. Texts always sound passive aggressive. But something about periods and short, serious answers make me question if it was just that. What if he was actually being passive-aggressive?

Guess I'll find out tonight.

michael jackson : What time is good for you guys? I was thinking 6.

Lani: sounds great to me! What time to you want to be picked up bubby?

Bubby is what I can Ned, he is pretty much my twin brother. Our humor is very similar so we can just make stupid jokes to each other all the time.

Bubby🖕🏻💗: 5:30 works great for me. Thanks ❤️!

Lani: don't mention it 💛!

Peter still hasn't replied. Maybe there is something wrong. I bite my lip and decide to text him away from the group chat.

Lani: hey Peter, you ok? :)

itsy bitsy : 💬

The bubble goes up and down as he is typing before it disappears from my screen. I wait for it to return, but it doesn't. I decide to text Michelle and Ned, but Michelle beats me to it.

michael jackson : is it just me or is bug boy off?

Lani: was just about to say the same thing. I tried asking but he just left me on read.

michael jackson: I'll talk to him.

Lani: :( ok tell him we love him if he replies to you. I'm kind of worried about him.

michael jackson : will do.

I notice a lack of Ned in this discussion, but before I can think of it any more I see my clock says 4:49. I close the paint can and head inside.

That's when I get hit in the head with a plastic cup.

"Ow what the frick!" I exclaimed.

My mom comes rushing over to me. "Oh Lani, I didn't see you!" She glares up at my dad who is on the other side if the room. He looks very mad. "It was meant for your father."

I don't know what I'm supposed to say to this. I decide a not addressing it. They seems to be in a bad mood already. "It's fine whatever." will do. The little voice in my head faintly whispers but it's not fine. I push it down. "Mom's going through a lot right now, she doesn't have to think of me" overpowers the whisper as I leave the room. My mind is blank except for the thought of the minor, but definitely there, pain on the side of my face.

Usually—or I guess from what I've heard from some kids at school who also have divorced parents, only one of them is crazy, or unfaithful, etc... what luck that I got two crazy parents. They were fine on their own, normal chill mom and normal chill dad even before the fighting started. But something about them together made for a toxic explosion, they were not themselves anymore. Both equally to blame for the downfall of their marriage, which disintegrated only a year after it started. Right when I was born.

They have never said this out loud but, I know they blame me.

Instead of dwelling on that plastic cup, I make myself busy getting ready for tonight. That's the fun thing about liking someone, having a crush, you can get all done up.

I already have this up on wattpad, but if you hate that format I’ve got it here for you now. Tell me what you think!!

[seancamerons]

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“You’re so unfair grounding me two days before Christmas.”

“You’re lucky to be allowed to hang with the adults, you also can’t nap because Auntie Em is probably not gonna be able to help.”

“You’re so lucky you can drink.” Kat muttered.

Emma joked plainly to Kat, “Be careful what you wish for, kid.”

“So Kat you will be a good host and help your mom.”

“Yes m’am.” She rolled her eyes. “Can I get a few bucks sugamomma for lunch?”

Manny pulled out a five and a ten, “You can get yourself something from The Dot. As far as moms go, you can do worse.” Manny was in a good mood or she was trying to be and masking by immating the wives she sees on the shows she watches, very June Cleaver as she fried the bacon on the griddle for everyone. “ Also you’re very lucky Santa is coming after the stuff you pulled at school the parties, the sneaking out, you can forget about Disney World Senior Trip you keep it up, or university?”

“Ugh! Mom please, you can be so ugh!”  She took off her sunglasses to show she ‘means’ business or wants to be tough. Kat is far from a morning person and Manny experiences this on a daily basis the back and forth. If mom says no ask dad, they both say no ask Joey, if all three are united on no she calls her rich auntie Em and of course it’s always a yes. Emma sees it from Manny’s perspective and her own and suddenly it seems kind of fucked.  “I don’t care, what’s the point? Go to college be trillions in debt, whoo hoo. It’s all a joke. Neither of your guys went to university.”

“Honey, we did, maybe not your aunt no offense.”

“None taken.”

“We saved up, your father and I, we didn’t go right away but you have an amazing opportunity. Your dad and I, Aunt Em, we didn’t go to a four year university, and your lovely aunt Emma didn’t put your college fund together and gift you money for you to throw away your potential and your future.”

She drank some coffee picking at her poptart unphased and sounding like a spoiled brat with little to no opinions or cares. She proceeded to get super cultural maybe she was trying to paint a picture for Emma and be generally rude, “Paul said that college is a trap and a money grab for the rich elite.”

“Who is to say Paul’s sticking around?" Manny questioned shaking her head and adding, "you’re going to college end of story."

“Why are you so unfair mom? Why must you have to rain on my parade all the time?” 

“Guys, I have a headache. Keep it down to a dull roar.” Emma groaned and moaned as she got up and rummaged through the fridge and got a bottle of water out and something to snack on as Manny was prepping things in the kitchen. “Oh and Kat?”

“What, Auntie Em?”

“Did you tell your mom how disrespectful you were to me yesterday when all I asked was where you were planning on going dressed like your mom at that rave circa 2003?”

Manny was shocked and a little bit humiliated, “Emma!”

“Mom! Why am I just finding that out, you held out on me? You were a raver mom? I can get used to Auntie Em, who I suddenly forgive now.” She clinked Emma’s coffee mug with her own. 

“Emma! Why?” Manny widened her eyes and was still recovering from that humbling moment, still humiliated by that revelation and her daughters reaction. “Not another word about my life before you were around. A very long eighteen years ago. You weren’t even a glimmer in my eye. Your father was not even supposed to be there.”

“You peeled off early with Kat’s father, and I walked in on you two making kissyfaces in my twin bed because you left me there if I remember that night correctly.”

“Em, must you? Now go sleep it off. I'm having a very serious conversation with my very impressionable teenaged daughter. I don’t want to remember that. We almost stopped being friends over that. Ugh, no.” And turned to Kat, “Please don’t make the same mistakes I made in fashion.”

Emma was about to retire herself from the conversation at Manny’s request and left them with, “Manny for the record I hope you’ll always remember thongs go inside the jeans.” In a sing-song voice, she bid them goodbye for now, “I’ll be outside.” With her, she took her hot coffee that finally finished percolating in the Keurig.