#but we were treated by my mom's friend and i got to eat like 2 chocolate donuts

[two-calicos-in-a-trenchcoat]

Got a blazed cat picture that looks exactly like an ex friends cat and now im missing her cats lol

Not her. I havent missed her at all since that friendship ended. But her cats were fuckin cute.

#she had 2 mainecoons named koga and mufasa #and a munchkin named gracie that was almost the same size as one of my stuffed animals and was the cuddliest cat id ever met #before harley (harley has surpassed her at this point lol) #a black and white outside cat that was a stray they were slowly trying to get accustomed to being inside #i dont remember what they were calling him cuz they hadnt had him long when i stopped talking to her #and i didnt see him as often as the others #and then just before we stopped talking her dad caught a kitten at his shop (hes a carpenter) and brought her home #and they named her zelda cuz most of her family were huge gamers and were big legend of zelda fans #she was also black and white #i feel like the outside cat was named scrappy (he had a chunk missing from one of his ears and constantly tried to fight dogs) #they had a faux studded leather collar for him and he liked to go for car rides #koga was the most skittish around people he didnt know very well. he was also the oldest #he also refused to eat anything other than cat treats and watermelon. mufasa was the biggest. #her mom found him in a bush while the trees were getting trimmed and didnt want him getting hurt so she stuck him in my friends room #and didnt tell my friend #so my friend got home to a cat she'd never seen before just chillin on her bed and sent me a picture and was like ''uhhhhh''

[azzumei]

2, plus 4.

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a/n: no, no just imagine. JUST LOOKOK

what if..

xiao having quadruplets which are actually his siblings reincarnations?

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genre: fluff

summary: a really cute and wholesome family

warnings: mentions of sex, giving birth, babies.

[name] indicates you, afab reader, xiao being strict ig, reader is immortal, kinda ooc xiao, SHORT BUT PLS BARE WITH ME IM NOT THAT CREATIVE AND IM NEW ::cry::

wc: over 100

the first time you met was the aftermath of a strong blizzard in the local villages.

you watched him, as he ate the snow from the blood stained ground, the sun shining upon you two.

his clothes, torn apart, wounds uncovered, scattered around his body and probably infected, his hair as messy as (your lif-) your cats litter box.

you approach him slowly, then you sat down right in front of him.

you gave him a piece of warm, fluffy bread that you had in your basket. He hesitated to take it at first but really, hunger was the main problem here. (like my mom in my lif-)

he ate it in a millisecond. (yum ig) then you offered to fix his appearance in your house that was just 2 blocks away.

he didnt cooperate at first, but when you offered a certain dish (which is almond tofu btw) that is as sweet as the dreams he, and similiar beings allegedly eat. (in your knowledge of course)

then he finally accepted.

you gave him a pair of shoes you were carrying in your bag so he can walk properly. (dora is that you)

when you both got there, you immediately gave him a bath (dw u didnt look at his penpen), fix his hair, gave him a new pair of clothes and make him satisfy his hunger (and ofcourse how could u forget the almond tofu?)

you gave him a room to sleep in, and tons of blankets.

he was comfortable, but he knew that he had to go.

when you woke up he just vanished.

you thought you probably finally made a friend, but they always just had to go.

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the second time you saw him was when he was training with his siblings, you didnt recognize him at first but you got there.

you saw that they needed a medic to assist the yakshas in the wounds that they receive in battles. good thing you practiced medicine.

you worked your way up to make him recognize you, and to atleast talk with him.

alas, you got what you wanted.

''you seem familiar, have we...met before?'' he asked.

''you have! do you remember me, alatus?''

''...''

''....?''

''i believe that i dont go by that name, atleast not anymore. so it seems that i have met you far back.''

''oh right! my name is [name]. do you now remember?'

''..i do remember you. i thank you for giving me...hospitality that day.''

''no problem, so uh, shall i continue treating you, general?''

''yes, yes you may.''

from that day onward, you both were talking everytime he went to your medic tent.

but nothing really lasts forever, yes?

you were rushing the civillians out of the blood painted space,

trying to treat the wounded as you are able.

the bloody screams haunted your ears, the blood splatters on your uniform and tainted hand in red, gave you terror.

your friend, the general alatus. being tortured by karmic debt, killing him slowly.

his siblings, all covered in blood.

you just had to.

you had to save him even if it means not seeing him

ever again.

⠀♡⠀♡⠀♡⠀♡⠀♡⠀♡⠀♡

now here you are, still haunted by that day, but doing quite well.

delivering herbs to baizhu..

doing commissions for extra money..

yeah but thats not it.

there was something wrong.

you had a goal, but you cant really make it up.

oh.

you want see him again.

you need him.

you searched for him day and night

and you finally got a clue, he apparently resided in wangshu inn.

you greeted verr goldet, then asked her if you could borrow the kitchen for a second. she allowed it, and you sprinted right onto the ingredient storage.

grabbing the ingredients for almond tofu, you started to make it.

once you were done, you didnt waste a single breath of going to the balcony.

you called his name and offered almond tofu.

and there he was, right in front of you.

''what do you need, morta-'' he froze. he looked at you up and down.

you were familiar to him, he knows that you both had a bond.

''general alatus, its me. do you remember?''

''of course i remember you, medic.''

then you started a friendship again. (wow its so fast)

strangers to friends, and now

friends to lovers.

you both were just close friends in mortals eyes.

but only if they knew what you both do in your shared bedroom.

xiao always asked during heated times or any part of the day actually, ''why would you be with me? why would you keep being here, by my side. knowing what i did, and my karmic debt-''

you always gave an answer that gave him warmth.

''because i would never even leave a wonderful being like you, i love you, xiao. so dont ever think about that.''

so uh anyway

but as xiao believed, he thought that you both should do those intimate, and close things as a married couple, to follow tradition and courtesy.

so you both wed each other.

xiao's proposal was sweet. short but meaningful.

your ring finger, now decorated with a jade band.

its been about.. 21 years since you have wed, 13 years as mere partners, 450 years since you were both just friends.

you both have spent a lifetime together, maybe longer than that i suppose.

you thought, that maybe life would be a lot more cheerful if you both had children.

you first presented the idea to xiao, he was hesitant at first but he agreed (he would do anything for you.)

so you gave it a try.

at the 3rd try, you were finally with child..ren..?

somehow, xiao sensed that there were more than just one.

they were not one, but four.

if you think xiao would be so overprotective over you even before you got pregnant, then you were wrong. he is 2x. wait no 10x even more protective than before.

when you just want to cook something for yourself, he stops you and he always said

''request the chef for some food, no need to make it yourself. its dangerous.''

''IM NOT PORCELAIN-''

*vanishes*

''...''

''YOU FUCKER-''

and when you want to go out to get some fresh air he is ALWAYS beside you.

''xiao, dear, can i just go out to the garden for a bit? its not like there are monsters around right?, plus you can clear them out in no time!''

''no. if you are willing to go out i will be beside you.''

but dw after your hours of scolding he finally accepts and just watches over you.

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when your due date arrived, you both were just gazing upon the moon on the balcony.

the starlit sky being so beautiful, children playing happily, grass and flowers waving..

it was so peaceful.

then you asked:

''love, what names shall we give our children?''

''..im not good with names, i could ask mora- i mean zhongli to give some suggestions.''

''hmmm... since there are four of them, shall we give them the names of your siblings?''

''...''

''do you think it is a bad idea?--''

''no, no. I think its...wonderful.''

you both wrapped your arms in eachother,

while you notice something was kind of...

a watery sensation?-

oh.

''xiao, i think my water just broke.''

''whAT.''

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and there he was panicking.

what if something happened to you? or what if something happened to your children?

what if-

the sounds of new born babies crying occupied his ears.

and he was relieved.

''giving birth is tough-...they tore through my fucking pus- i mean what can i expect...the perks of giving birth..''

''love, get some rest. ill look after them for you.''

2 twin girls, and 2 twin boys.

huh, what a coincidence.

fin.

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a/n ; SORRY THIS WAS SO FUCKIGN SHORT I RAN OUT OF IDEAS but dont worry, i will make a fic about how they grew up, and how they are. anyway, thank you @c3lest14 for being my beta reader! and thank you for the wonderful art that was inspired by [name] in this fic:D

the art btw: (its so gorg)

ok ok goodbye every1<3 have a nice day

#genshin x reader #genshinimpact #genshin imagines #genshin comfort #genshin drabbles #genshin fanfic #xiao x reader #xiao x fem!reader #alatus #adeptus xiao #liyue #travellingvstar☆ #fucking sobs #scaramouche genshin #scaramouche x reader #kazuha x reader #ayato kamisato x reader #genshinxreader #genshin impact #xiao x pregnant reader

[snwycde]

Connected (Bang Chan) part 4

Pairing: BangChan x fem reader

wc: 2.3k

warnings‼️: smut‼️, minors do not interact‼️‼️*warning placed before scene*

summary: slow burn of Chan and fem reader. Chan runs into his past, how will it affect the present and his future?

This is part 3!!!

part 1

part 2

part 3

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“Where have you been?” Hyunjin is sitting on the kitchen island eating snacks, “It’s 11pm on a Monday. And Han and Changbin got home like 4 hours ago.”

“I was working.” Chan taking off his shoes, throwing them to the side.

“They said you left before them.” Hyunjin takes a bite of his apple, “So where were you actually?”

Chan takes off his jacket, placing it on the chair beside Hyunjin, “Why are you acting like a mom Hyun?” He opens the refrigerator to grab some leftovers.

“You went to see her, didn't you?” Hyunjin takes another bite, looking at Chan who freezes in his spot, “By your reaction, I’m taking that as a yes.”

Chan scratches his head and sits down “Look Hyunjin, this isn’t some romance story. I just went to see her, that's all.” He’s about to take a bite of his food before, “Wait, how did you know?”

Hyunjin leans back into his chair, “Felix and I were betting on it. Ever since you last saw her you look even more out of it.”

Chan shrugs and takes a bite of his food.

“So what did you do? Did you take her on a date? Surprise her at work with flowers?” Hyunjin finishes up his apple, “I wanna see what she looks like again. The girl who swooned Chan hyung.”

“I think she hates me.” Chan stares at his food, “Y/n, that’s her name. I think she hates me…and I kind of deserve it.”

This makes Hyunjin slowly sit back up, looking at his hyung, “Why would she hate you?” Genuinely curious at who could hate his hyung who’s nothing but kind.

“I treated her really badly.” Chan says before taking another bite, “I treated her so badly and pretended nothing was wrong. I pretended she didn’t exist.”

Hyunjin knew there was more to the story, but hearing this made his hopeless romantic heart ache. He wanted to know more, but he didn’t know where to start. And he especially didn’t want to pry. 

“Yeah, you did.” 

Hyunjin and Chan turn to look up at Minho leaning on the counter.

“Eavesdropping much.” Chan shakes his head, “I mean you’re not wrong but when did you even get here.”

“Felix is being too loud on his video games and I needed water.” Minho pours some water into a cup, then heads over to the table they were sitting at, “Don’t mind if I come and join this little therapy session for Channie, huh?”

Chan lightly laughs, “What are you gonna do rat me out to Hyunjin-ah? He loves me too much to think of me badly.”

Chan’s remark makes Hyunjin’s head tilt, “Okay well now I want to know, because I feel left out now. Who else knows besides Han and Lino hyung?”

“Just them two, and my family.” Chan continues eating his food.

“So am I allowed to ask questions or…” Hyunjin throws his apple away into the trash.

“Shoot.” Chan makes a gun with his fingers, inferring to go ahead.

“Who is she? How’d you meet? How long did you date?”

“I thought you were gonna ask about the breakup. Not the whole plot story.” Minho laughs. But the face of Hyunjin tells Minho and Chan that he really wanted to know.

Chan clears his throat, “Um well her name is Y/n L/n. I met her at this cafe her parents own, she was the first friend I made when I moved to Korea. I started dating her 3 years after I met her…we’re the same age…so when we were like 16…? I think we started dating in 2014.”

“That’s actually so cute. First love.”

“That’s so young. Young love.”

Minho and Hyunjin speak at the same time (I’ll let you guess who said what). They look at eachother rolling their eyes. Chan continues eating, looking unbothered.

“So why did you break up with her?” Hyunjin asks next.

“Chan hyung, didn’t break up with her. She broke up with him.” Minho reaches and takes some of the snacks in the middle.

“What? Really??” Hyunjin holds his mouth in shock, “So why do you portray yourself as a bad guy if she’s the one that broke your heart.”

“Um… maybe because I broke hers first.” Chan finishes his food and starts to get up, “I think that’s enough storytelling for tonight, it’s almost 12 and we have a pretty busy day tomorrow.”

“You can’t leave me with only that. That’s basically nothing! You’re leaving me on a cliffhanger!” Hyunjin pouts.

Chan waves his hand walking out of the kitchen, “Ask me another time.”

“Lino hyung, what did Chan hyung do?” Chan hears Hyunjin ask Minho before he enters his room.

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“Jihyoooooooo, I hate him so much.” Here you are in your room, with Jihyo, who brought soju with food after she came home from work. You fall from where you stood, laying on the couch where Jihyo watched you, “I don’t hate him. I just…he’s so mean to me.”

“I can’t believe you got into the car with him. Actually I can’t believe you went to Jaebum when he’s at a bar drunk calling you. Like girl. What the hell.”

“I just wanted to make sure he didn’t get hurt or something. And he was alone –”

“Babe, do you not understand what no contact is?” Jihyo plays with your hair while you place your head onto her lap, “You barely even liked Jaebum. Like look at you, you're here whining over Chan, more than him. You’re a mess.”

“I didn’t know I’d see Chan at such a vulnerable moment. I literally was answering his stupid questions so mindlessly, when he doesn’t even deserve to know anything.” you pull a blanket over you while rambling, “Ugh, Jihyo if only you heard how he spoke to me like…like I was nothing. As if I was just a friend or worse, a stranger. It felt like how it was on the day after Christmas.”

Jihyo didn’t need her to explain what she meant, she knew what she was talking about. That day, after Christmas, is why Jihyo holds no resentment or empathy for Chan. She doesn’t care about how many times you tried to defend him, or brush it off that it was okay and it didn’t hurt you. Because Jihyo knew it hurt you, and once you’ve had too much to drink, if Chan was mentioned or something that reminded you of him, you break down pouring your heart and soul into every single word.

“I remember because I was there, Y/n.” She takes the soju from your hand, “that’s enough for tonight.”

Jihyo walks you to your bed before saying bye for the night. 

--- *MDNI* smut below‼️‼️‼️‼️

His hands roam against your body, touching it as if it’s his last. He follows you as you crawl backwards onto his bed, chasing your lips as if it's the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted. He softly pushes you onto your back as he cages you in, allowing you to trail your fingers up his arms to his shoulders, wrapping your arms around his neck - pulling him closer. The action causes his lower half to brush against yours, a moan spilling into his mouth. 

Hearing you, makes his mind grow darker, craving you more. He starts pressing into you, attacking your neck, “Taste so good.” You run your hands through his hair and give a light tug, just how he likes it, you pull him off your neck, making him whine at the loss of you. You tug at his shirt, “Off, please.”

He smirks at this, placing a kiss on your forehead, “only because you asked so nicely.” You watch him, knees on either side of you, kneeling as he unbuttons his dress shirt in front of you. He sees you bite your lip, “Like what you see?” You turn your head away from him, suddenly shy. 

“No, no, baby.” he softly takes you by the chin, turning your face towards him, “Watch me. Don’t take your eyes off me.” He takes off his shirt and your hands rush to place them on his chest. “Needy aren’t you,” he jokes before taking one of your hands and kissing it, then trailing kisses down back to your neck. He finds your sweet spot, making you bite your lip, to hide your moan.

“Don’t.” his hand comes up to your face, brushing his thumb against your lips. “I want to hear everything.” he whispers into your ear, as he dips two of his fingers into your mouth. You start tasting him, moaning around his fingers. 

“Baby, please.” You whine out as you feel him grind himself onto you, “Want more. Want you.”

“You’re so cute, always asking so politely.” His lips reattach to yours as his fingers find the bottom of your dress - the reason why you’re both in this situation now. He starts to take it off of you, disconnecting his lips just so you can throw it over your head, then he quickly reattaches to you. “God, you’re so perfect.” He says while undoing your bra with practiced movements, “It makes me just want to ruin you.”

You moan at his words, your hand trails to his pants to make him slide them off. As he kicks off his pants, you play with the hem of his boxers, hearing his breath get heavier as he kisses you more desperately. “Are you needy baby?” It’s your turn to tease.

“Stop teasing.” He plays with the thin lace on your hips, returning the favor.

“Me tease?” You immediately grab his dick and give it a squeeze, making his head fall to yours, breath hitches, continuing your movements, “I’d never tease my baby.” Your thumb runs over his tip that’s starting to leak, “So needy, baby.” He moans loudly before placing his hand on your clit, slowly moving at the pace you're stroking him. Your eyelids flutter shut, overwhelmed with the pleasure.

“So weak,” He teases.

Your eyes open as you speed up your movements, feeling chan twitch at the sudden change in pace. You quickly reach into his boxers and take him into your hand, and pump him. 

“Fuck.” He says as you spit into your hand just to reach back down. He hasn’t moved his hands too focused on not finishing. 

“Who’s weak baby?” You use this moment to push him against the headboard, crawling onto him as he sits looking at you. You look at him as you drip your spit from your mouth to his dick lathering it around him making him look up moaning. You stop your movements, your other hand takes his chin, “nuh uh baby, eyes on me.”

You continue your movements and start kissing him intensely. He’s moaning into your mouth and by the grip on your hips, you know he’s close. You usually take the pillow princess role, but by the way he’s been so stressed, you decide to take care of him really quick. You know he’ll make it up to you later.

He pulls away from your lips, “Close.”

You smile at this, “So cute.”

He’s so fast that you’re unsure of what even happened. He pushes you onto your back roughly taking off your panties, “I need to finish in you.” It sounds like a demand, but you know that this is his way of asking for your consent. You open your legs wider and he takes it as a sign to continue. He fully takes off his boxers and lines himself up with you, “You’re so wet.”

“Put it in please, don’t tease,” You whine.

“Not fair when you’ve been teasing me all night.”

“I want you to come in me, baby.” you wrap your legs around his waist pulling him closer, “Fuck me.”

His eyes darken wasting no time, he pushes into you, moaning as he feels you swallow him whole, “Fuck, I missed you so much. ”

He lets you adjust for a second until you push him closer, “Move.”

He starts thrusting deeper into you before pulling out to the tip. Roughly pushing all the way in, he does this slowly yet hard, making both of you moan out loudly gripping onto each other. 

“Faster.” One word is all you say and he’s quick to listen, thrusting faster with less force yet still deep enough to hit your spot. 

“I’m gonna come,” you cry out, it feels so good. He feels so good. Your hands entangle with his hair moving to his back, unable to stay still. So high off of him you don't know where to put your hands. You just want to show him - no, you want to let him feel how good he's making you feel.

“Come on baby, show me how good I make you feel.” He keeps the same strong pace just how you like it, “Let me feel you dripping around me.” And that is what tips you over, you release around him, scratching so hard on his back that it’ll sure leave marks. Screams caught from your throat, as he grips your throat just how you like it.

“Come inside me baby please.” You urge him on, still experiencing your high, you're so drunk on pleasure you don’t know what you’re saying, “Please give it to me. Put it in me deep. I-I need your come.”

He’s now fucking you harder chasing his own release, he grabs your face kissing you. 

“Come in me, Chan.” You moan as you look into his eyes.

You saying his name and the eye contact does it for him, and he's grabbing onto you so tightly as he yells out, “Fuck y/n. I-I’m coming.”

Both of you moaning as you feel his fluid leak into you, filling you up with his warm seed. He still continues moving as he attaches his lips onto you. You kiss each other until you fall asleep with him in you, holding you close.

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You open your eyes, Chan’s not there. You sit up, looking down. 

Chan opens his eyes, Y/n’s not there. Chan sits up, looking down.

“Oh.” 

“Oh.”

author's note: AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

this is my first time writing a smut idk whether i hate it or not 😭

#stray kids #skz #slow burn #bang chan #bang chan fluff #fluff #bang chan x reader #skz x reader #skz imagines #skz fluff #skz scenarios #skz smut #pov #angst #skz angst #skz soft thoughts #smut #bang chan smut #skz hard thoughts

[bunnyyamor]

daddy kink

[ OCTOBER 27TH ] TOJI FUSHIGURO x fem! reader (step-dad au)

synopsis; you had wanted to trick or treat with your whole family but your mom was busy on halloween night. so instead you were stuck trick or treating with your step dad. wk; 3k

warnings; mdni, smut 18+, heavy smut, dark content, daddy kink, pseudo-incest, age gaps, pet-names, public sex, unprotected sex, fingering, enemies-to-lovers, jealous! toji, over protective! toji, dirty talk, beta read!

notes; so i changed the layout a wee bit, but this is by far my fav fic i think ive written. idk its my style aesthetic and i love her lol. also toji is one of my favs cuz he is so fine so enjoy bbys. pls remember to unhide mature posts in tumblr settings and comment, like and reblog!

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“so i’m thinking we’ll hit up the neighbors house, then maybe go egg some houses.” your mother raised her brow with a glare. “then we can come back home and eat all our candy while watching spoooooky movies,” you moved your fingers in a scary way. “that’s the plan. so what are you going to wear this year?”

“actually, honey. i’m not going.”

“what?” your mouth widened in shock. you were looking forward to this day for a whole year. “but you had your whole outfit picked out and everything.”

your mother rolled her eyes, annoyed, “i know. look, it’s not like i chose to not go. they have me wanting to come in for another shift.”

you were texting on your phone, pissed. “then tell them no. literally i got this day off for this, so can you.”

“it’s not that simple. i don’t know why you can’t do anything on your own?  i already told you i tried, enough, what do you want from me?”

“you never hang out with me anymore,” you pouted. “it’s always work or that man.”

your mother snapped at your face, “watch yourself. that is your step-father.”

“he is nothing to me,” you crossed your arms. “he is just a dude you’ve been with for a while that stays at our house.”

“i want you to respect him, y/n. he is a good man.”

footsteps boomed down the stairs. there he was. the man that was with your mother for almost 2 years now. toji fushiguro. it looked as if he had just come out of the shower. he was wearing gray sweatpants without a shirt and his hair dripped on his shoulders. “hey baby,” his voice was raspy as he kissed your mom. 

“jesus fucking christ. put on a shirt dude.” you shouldered him as you walked by. 

“y/n!” your mom shouted. 

you saw in your peripheral vision toji’s face darkened in anger. but you didn’t care if he was angry. he could suck it!

“what mom? i’m being a good girl.” you slid over your couch and laid there, upside down, texting on your phone, trying to make late plans. “maybe i’ll ask my friend if i can go to a party. aye, that’ll do it. i can go get wasted.” you chuckled. 

you knew your mother was probably rubbing her temple and your ‘step-father’ was consoling her. he literally made you want to vomit. he made you angry and his presence was a nuisance to you.      

“y/n, you know how we feel about you going to those parties. besides i don’t really like your friends,” toji crossed his arms. he had a way of making your mother think exactly like him. even if she was half on your side and thinking she would immediately turn her morals to his. your mother treated your step-father as if he was all knowing. she listened and did everything he told her. it bothered you so much. 

you jumped up from the couch and made your way to toji’s huge form. he was humongous, broad shoulders, muscles galore, he almost touched your house's ceiling. he was a huge man. that didn’t intimidate you one bit. “you can’t tell me what to do. this is my house, my mom, and my life.”

toji smirked, “that’s true but i also am your step-father.” he took one step closer to you. the air shifting between you two. his arms were crossed over his chest. you never realized how thick he was on his chest area. they literally protruded under his arms. still, even with his size, you didn’t want him to think he won. 

“i know who you really are. you can’t fool me. and you will never be my father,” you uttered the words so that only you and toji could hear. you thought that would break him but instead it grew a gleam in his eyes. something shined within him that made him break the smirk into a toothy grin. he was playing your game. “whatever. i’ll just call megumi and hang out with him. we’ll go trick-or-treating.”

“megumi texted me. he’s going with yuji itadori actually. so, it looks like it’s just you and me sweetheart.” toji winked. 

you threw your hands up in the air frustrated. “yay,” your mom clapped her hands, “daddy and daughter time.”

you went upstairs and got changed in your ballerina costume. maybe you could separate from him and hang out with your friends. this was supposed to be a family gathering but of course, your mother had to ruin it. 

you came downstairs and as you came down you noticed your mom was gone and instead toji sat on the couch. something was different with him. “you done?” he called out. 

you stood at the top of the stairs, waiting for him to turn around. he stood up and turned and you knew that something was different. you felt different with your step-dad. toji smirked as he showed up in a nightwing costume. each muscle outlined, his hair disheveled, and he was wearing the eye mask. he leaned against the couch, you couldn't help it but divert your eyes to his cock. it was outlined as well, and…huge. you gulped. “wow you look-”

“cool?” he slowly walked over to the end of the stairs. “not so boring?” his eyes slowly made their way from your legs up to your face. “ballerina?”

you did your makeup pink themed and you wore a cute gloss over your lips. your lips were pursed out, all innocent looking. you were all pink and girly. super feminine. even painting your nails red. you wore a pink leotard with a sheer pink skirt. the leotard was tight, showing all your curves and ass. you looked like a cake topper, a cute pink macaroon. any man would want to take a bite. 

“sweetheart, you look so beautiful. so perfect, delicate.” he whispered as his hands traveled up your legs. you didn’t have a snappy comeback. instead he made you flustered. his eyes held some kind of villainy within him. his neck curved, his adam's apple bobbing up and down as he stared up at you as if you were an angel. he looked guilty and wanting at the same time. his eyes were half-lidded. you noticed the way he sniffed the air, sniffing you. his big, calloused hands looked so gigantic against your legs, covering your entire calf as he rubbed it lightly and squeezed it gently. “you ready?” his voice was hoarse. 

you covered your face, wanting to hide your emotions and feelings. you were only human. “yeah, whatever. let’s just get this over with, old man.” you pushed him aside as you walked in front of him. you realized he was staring at your ass. 

what was wrong with your step-father? he was your mother’s boyfriend! and yet why did you feel dirty? why did you feel that if something happened today you would let him do whatever he wanted to you? why did you want him to do something to you? why was he acting this way all of a sudden? 

everyone was out. the night was young as so many families walked around the neighborhood in their costumes, wanting candy. you knew the town, knew the houses, the streets so you walked around like you knew everyone, it was true you did. toji looked at you with pride. the way you walked around, not afraid, acting like you were the main character. a part of him was irked by your rudeness but also he couldn't help but stare at you. he couldn’t help but be attracted to you. 

“let’s pause here,” you said. you had put a spray around your hair and neck that was sparkles. it twinkled in the moonlight. this caught toji’s attention. you smelled like vanilla and looked like a diamond. all your sparkles catching his eye. you whipped your phone out and leaned your head against toji’s shoulder. “let’s take a selfie and send it to mom. she wants one.” you lied through your teeth. you looked away as you said this lie. 

toji grinned evilly. “mom? or more like you?” his face dipped to your height. he pushed you against a fence, caging your small body with his. you winced, finally breaking, he was winning. your tiny hands pressed against his chest, strong and plump. you were hot. toji was pinning you against the fence. his face was only centimeters away from yours. “c’mon baby. you can tell daddy the truth.”

“i-i-it’s. okay fine. doesn’t matter. mom will like it.” you shouted, hiding your face. you were never bashful or shy! why were you becoming like this? he made you this way!

“okay, let’s send her a selfie.” toji all of a sudden picked you up, arm under your ass as his big hands gripped your plump thighs. “what the fuck?” your body was placed on his shoulder. the sides of your leotard rising higher from the movement. your heart was beating faster than ever before. “toji, what are you doing-”

“toji? angel, i’m your step-father. call me daddy.”

you gulped, “f-fine. what are you doing, daddy?” you felt the heat rush to your cheeks. you also felt wetness down at the name. 

“i’m taking a picture with my sweet baby girl. alright, say cheese!”

you hated him. hated him more than ever in this moment. he was playing with you and your mom. he was messing with your mind. you knew it wasn’t because he actually liked you, it was because he wanted to get back at you for earlier. “n-no! i don’t have to listen to you.” you crossed your arms. the side of your ass was pressed next to toji’s face. toji raised his brow and shook his head, “good girls listen.” his mouth then turned to bite a piece of your ass peeking from the leotard. it was a light bite and then his tongue peaked out and licked the bite. “c’mon, smile.” 

you jumped but was held still by toji. “toji-i mean, daddy!” your step-father just bit your ass. and you liked it. you liked it so much. you wiggled on his shoulder. finally, you smiled and toji took the selfie. he came out so attractive. his jawline was prominent in the photo, he looked like a model. his smirk making his scar above his lip prominent. you were wide eyed looking innocent in the camera. more from what toji just did seconds ago and from where you were seated. toji carried you like you weighed nothing.

he put you back down and you felt dizzy from everything. what were you feeling? “send me that picture,” toji’s hands landed on your shoulder then traveled up to around your neck, caressing your skin there. “i think you look so beautiful in it.”

why were you so quiet? you decided, toji wasn’t going to win. you were going to give him a taste of his own medicine. 

you both went to a door. you knew who lived there. it was a guy that you knew had a crush on you from when you both were in high school. of course, you never liked him but you wanted toji to realize you didn’t care about him and his actions. 

toji knocked the door for you. he was behind you most of the day, keeping an eye out since it was night. you weren’t going to lie, you did like how protective he was over you. you felt safe with him. he always had a shoulder wrapped around you or his hand on you to make sure you were always with him. always standing behind you, close by, so close you can smell his cologne. 

“thank you daddy.” you smiled wide. excited for what was gonna happen. the door opened and low and behold it was the guy that had a crush on you. “y/n? wow, welcome! damn, you look good.” he eyed you up and down. you felt a hand on your shoulder. it was toji’s and it was tightening around you. you looked up behind you and saw his face. if looks could kill! he looked so scary! he wore a scowl and his eyes were dark, full of anger. 

you rolled your eyes and popped your butt out to the side, placing your hands on your hips, posing. “you think so baby? aww thank you, love!”

the guy leaned against the door frame, coming closer to you. toji pulled you back so you fell back against his chest. “i’m her boyfriend.”

“wh-what?” you were about to fight toji. trying to turn around to protest but toji held you in place. “so, back off.” he threatened with a glare. 

the guy backed off, throwing his hands up, surrendering. “damn, sorry man. i didn’t know. well, here’s some candy. enjoy your trick or treat y/n.”

you rolled your eyes and said a quiet “thank you.” you bent down to pick up the candy in the plastic jack o'lantern bucket. you noticed the guy backed away to look at your breasts almost spilling over. you knew toji would not like it. you heard toji grumble in the back of you. but you also noticed that when you bent over your ass by accidently grazed against toji’s dick, you felt it was hard! “c’mon baby. let’s go.” he grabbed your arm, dragging you away. 

you both walked without saying a word. most of the streets were empty, people heading home. toji acted weird, walking in front of you this time, which was something he didn’t do this whole time. 

“daddy?” you called out to him. 

“i can’t believe how you acted. the way he looked at you.” you saw toji rub his temple and bang the fence beside him with his fist. 

“it wasn’t my fault! he was the one all up on me. i was an innocent bystander. what was with the whole, oh i’m her boyfriend?” you imitated him. 

toji turned around, anger evident on his face. “sweetheart, i saw the way he looked at you, daddy knows that look. when a man wants to ravage a sweet girl. the way he looked at you made me so angry, so disgusted.” toji’s jaw clenched. “if i said i was your boyfriend, i knew he would leave you alone.”

you were so done. you shook your head and resumed to walk, wanting to be ahead of him and by yourself. you shoved against him, “whatever. i can’t stand you! i try to like you! try to give you a chance! you think you can play with my feelings and emotions. the way i feel!”

toji grabbed you and picked you up to press you against the fence, like earlier. caging your body. 

“not again with this!” you tried to push him away from you. 

toji clenched the sides of your head and dipped his head to press his feverishly lips against yours. the kiss was passionate, heated. the smacking of lips. you tried to not move your mouth but you couldn't help it. you needed to kiss him. you wrapped your tiny arms, compared to his, around his head to deepen the kiss. 

“daddy, i want you.” you moaned in the kiss. 

“i know baby. i know.” his tongue dragged into your mouth. fighting with your tongue. both breaths hot. moaning and groaning. teeth gnashing. your fingers tangled themselves in his hair. your body was automatically attracted to his, wanting to be pressed against him. 

“we shouldn't do this.” you said. 

“i know.” toji agreed. but then his lips went to your neck. you suck in the air as his plump lips touched the vein on your neck. he could feel your pulse, how rapid it was. you were excited. you wanted this so bad now. 

“you know i hate you so much,” you pushed toji’s head closer so he was licking all your neck. 

“i never hated you. i’ve tried to fight this feeling. but you are so stubborn, such a bad girl.”

you dragged his head back to your lips. you bit his lip. the flesh between your teeth as you dragged it out. eyes directly on his. 

toji picked you up, desperately, his hands under your ass, groping and squeezing your flesh. “you in this outfit. fuck. you really were testing me baby. daddy wanted to fuck you really bad.”

you grinded on his hands. loving how thick they were and veiny. he was very handsome as much as you hated him. “please daddy, fuck me. make me yours.” your eyes were innocent.

toji finally ripped his eye mask off, so his face was plain. you wanted to see his real, raw emotions while he fucked you. he held you with one hand, kissing you sloppily, while the other hand was starting to rip your leotard. “daddy, i’m not wearing underwear! everyone is gonna see me.”

“over my dead body,” he growled. “i’ll rip my costume and wrap it around you.” he ripped the fabric of the leotard that covered your pussy. 

when it was finally gone, you shivered slightly from the cool october air hitting your wet pussy. “i’m cold.” you pouted. 

“don’t worry. daddy, will make you all warm.” toji smirked as his thick fingers slowly touched your cunt. you gasped from the touch then hummed at the feeling. he knew what he was doing. “just like that.”

“baby likes this?”

“i would like it more if it was daddy’s cock.”

toji played with your wetness between his fingers then he lifted the fingers into his mouth. eye contact never leaving as he sucked his fingers dry. “wow, sweetheart. you taste so delicious. does this pussy belong to me?”

you nodded, so hot. his fingers circled your clit, making your legs shake from the nerves. he played with your folds, stretching them slightly. “you ready?”

you looked down at his pent up frustration. it was huge and it wasn’t even uncovered. “yes,” you said low. you were scared. you never fucked someone so big as him. 

“don’t worry baby, daddy will go slow for his angel.” he kissed your forehead as he unzipped. he took his swollen cock out. it was super thick, dripping already with need. he saw you that way as well. he was very much attracted to you. 

toji lifted your legs over his arms. your pussy wide and displayed for him. “look at that pretty pussy. all for daddy. it is so beautiful.”

he was wet and you were soaked. his cock slid it slowly into you. it was perfect. he fit you like a puzzle piece. it went in, inch by inch. “that’s it. take it.” his breath was shaky. you knew he wanted to fuck you hard, wanting to dive into you. but he took it slow. finally he bottomed out. 

“oh my god,” you moaned. moving your hips for him to go fast. 

“already baby! i just put it in. you naughty girl.” toji’s hips went back and forward. both of you getting wetter and squelching. skin sticking. “but if that’s what you want, my baby gets what she wants.” suddenly, toji’s hips started going quicker. he was humping up inside your cunt, your juice dripping down his cock. 

“yesss right there. fuck! yes daddy! right there daddy!” you hugged onto him. your grip tight. his balls slapped against your cunt. his thick cock was dragging in and out. this was not making love, this was pure, straight up, fucking you. he was feral. biting onto your shoulder. 

toji grunted, pounding inside you. nonstop. he was holding you and fucking you. sweat was dripping down his temple. you were pinned against someones fence, being fucked out of your mind. toji kissed you again while he fucked your brains out. loving how you clenched around him. how tight you were. 

“god i feel so full, daddy,” you cried. 

“that’s okay. take it. take it.” toji noticed how you pulsed around his dick. he loved how every time his cock came peeking out of you it was covered, drenched with your cream. you looked so perfect. so angelic. breathing harshly, trying to take all of him. lips puffy, eyelashes thick with tears from the stimulation. your hair was starting to stick to your skin from the sweat. you looked like his favorite vision. he wanted to remember this moment. paint a picture of you this way. his tongue licked inside your mouth, opened mouths making out. his cock and pounding didn’t stop. it went faster, fervently. needing. it was unstoppable. he was unstoppable. if someone was watching let them. you were worth it. he didn’t care in that moment about your mother, he wanted you. wanted to take you to a lair and fuck you everyday every second. you were his drug. 

“daddy, i don’t think i can last longer. i’m gonna cum!”

“go ahead baby. cum for daddy.” he growled as his forehead rested against yours. wanting to see your face. wanting to see how you looked as you took all his seed. 

“ahhhhh!” you shook, grasping onto toji’s shoulders. 

toji didn’t stop. he loved to feel your goopy-ness drip on his cock. it was warm and felt like a  velvet blanket of a waterfall onto him. 

“i’m so fucking lucky,” he whispered to you. “shittt, fuck,” he grunted as he finally came. not able to last because your pussy walls pulsed against his shaft, milking him for everything he was worth. 

“i love you daddy. thank you daddy, fuck,” you kissed him again. it was sloppy, disgusting. saliva everywhere. but you wanted him to know you were his but if he could be yours. 

“i know. i know.” he moaned against your lips. he was still into you and when you both calmed down he slipped out of you. before you could even ask him anything, he ripped his top in half and wrapped it around your hips. he held onto your hand to walk with you but you tripped. you were too weak and held still on the fence.

“i got you.” toji picked you up bridal style. “how bout we cuddle on the couch and watch spooky movies?

your tiny hands touched his face in a feather like touch, “okay. also, i don’t hate you as much.”

toji walked with you cuddled in his arms, he was smirking. “i know.”

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[blackheart1454]

We own you (Yandere!Creepypasta x Abused!Depressed Reader) Chapter 1

Warnings!: Abuse, violence.

Minors get the fuck out of here! 🔞+

Hello everyone! This is my first Creepypasta x Reader fanfic, I hope everyone enjoy it! I must apologize if the fanfic have grammar and spelling mistakes, english isn't my native language, but I'm trying very hard! 

Thanks and enjoy the story

Chapter 2

I was panting heavily, feeling the blood staining every part of my body. I was chained against the wall. Naked, cover in boiling water burns, cuts, cigarette burns and bruises. Why I am here? Let me tell you my history. I used to be a happy girl with a normal life. I had two lovely parents, that were worry about me and always made sure that I had everything I need. My mom was a nurse and my father a journalist. I barely remember my mother, she was always busy at the hospital, she worked the whole day, and when she didn’t, she came home pretty late and, in that circumstance, my father was my best friend. He used to look after me, he used to take me to school, he used to listen to my problems… he used to love me.

One day, my mother got terrible sick, and my father did everything to cure her, to find a treatment… but as time passed, my mother’s illness became increasingly worse. She died one Friday at 12:00 am. From that day, dad started to act weird. He started to avoid me in every way, like I never exist. I never see him until night, but he was passed away on the coach with a smell of alcohol. That routine continued for 2 months. I knew he was having a hard time by dealing with mom’s death, I was waiting for him to recover, to return to the lovely father I knew, but I was wrong. So wrong.

Who knew that my life would become a nightmare overnight? First the insults began, then the beatings, finally the torture. I never knew what I did for deserve this, the only thing I was sure, he was always blaming me for mom’s death. I had to deal with the pain every second. There were days that I was bruised so bad that I hardly had the strength to stay awake. I never told anyone about this, he treated to kill me if I did… because of that I never had friends.

“Well, well, well, look what we have here.”

I was so focus on my thoughts that I didn’t notice the man entered to the room.

“Did you sleep well you little shit?” he whispered in my ear.

“Y-yes..” I said. I could barely talk, my throat hurt from screaming and I hadn’t drink water in days.

“Yes, what? And look at me while I’m talking to you!” he pulled my hair to face him clearly annoyed.

“Y-yes.. s-sir” I replayed softly.

“I CAN’T HEAR YOU!” he shouted angrily.

“YES SIR!”

“That’s better” he said pleased while unlocking the chains. “Get dress, you have 5 minutes and don’t keep me waiting.”

“Yes sir!” I said, and immediately ran to my room. I open the closet to put the first things that I found. I was kidding, I didn’t have a closet. I didn’t have furniture at all. That man sold most of the things of my room to buy alcohol and cigarettes. The only thing I had was an old futon that I used as bed and my cloths that were throw to the floor. Most of the were rip apart by the man when he was in bad mood. I only have simple t-shirts, sweaters, hoodies and jeans. I picked up (f/c) sweater, a (f/c) t-shirt, black ripped jeans and black combat boot. I took my bag pack and ran out of the house. My father was already waiting in his black car, with hesitation I approached it. Lucky for me, he didn’t say anything and started the car. It took around 25 minutes to arrive to school, the ride was uncomfortably silent. It was the same routine every fucking day. Waking up, dress up, go to the hellhole which is call school, return to home, eat a half bread, do the homework and the beating sections. I got out of the car and enter the building.

“Hey look the freak is here.”

“What a slut.”

“She looks like a mummy with all that bandages on.”

“Emo freak.”

“Why the hell is she still coming here?”

Same day, same routine, same idiots who don’t have anything better to do, it didn’t matter anyways. Since my father started to abusive me, nobody approached me because of the horrible bruises I have and they got me nicknames like the “emo freak”. Just keep going (Y/N), and let the idiots be idiots. I entered to the classroom, that was empty and wait for the teacher. I put on my headphones and listen to (f/s) while sketching on my math’s notebook.  Little by little, it was filling up the people. A little later the school’s bell rings, the teacher followed by enter the room.

“Good morning everyone” the teacher said.

“Good morning” everybody replied, except me.

“You have a pop quiz, so take out your pencils and keep everything away.”

Everybody complained and the teacher just ignore them. Lucky for me I have nice grades on (f/s). While doing the quiz, I couldn’t help but notice that there was something or better… someone watching me outside. I looked thought the window and saw what it looks like a monochromatic clown, and he had an evil smirk on his face.

“Miss (l/n) is there something wrong?” the teacher interrupted me.

“Eh… w-what?”

“I asked if there is something wrong?” the woman said annoyed.

“Eeehh… n-nothing miss” I murmured.

“The hurry up! You only have 20 minutes to complete the quiz!” she said while the others start to complain again.

I looked thought the window again, only to notice that the creepy clown was gone. What the hell was that?

??? P.O.V

-Soon. Very soon, just wait dear (Y/N), we will come for you. We will end your pain, you will be happy with us, you will love us…. Because you don’t have choice.-

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[adaginy]

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] Part 4:

"Okay, if you understand me, then say something," the tech told Kiddo.

"I did not intend to trick you thank you for not leaving me behind please don't eat me," it said in a rush.

Well, the translation dock worked. Jana was sitting on the floor in eir quarters. The tech gave their version of a thumbs-up and departed. "Hon, I promise I won't eat you. I do not feel like I was tricked, just surprised, and that isn't a bad thing. Humans would never leave a child behind, okay?" Ey held out one hand, patting eir lap with the other. "Do you want to sit here? A human child would, I don't know how you roll."

Kiddo sat awkwardly.

"I'm going to tell you some stuff about humans, alright? You can interrupt me at any time if you have questions, or want to tell me how something is different for Peprine." Ey paused. "Actually, do you want -- I'd offer a human kid ice cream but I don't know if you can have that. Is there a food you only get to eat for special occasions? A treat?"

Kiddo's ears twisted back and forth. "One time at an education event we got to try alien foods and there was a human food called, um.. hohonut? I think? Do you know what that is?" "Coconut? A big piece of white stuff?" Kiddo nodded, so Jana looked it up in the kitchen catalog. They could grow them but they came whole, hull and all. Ey ordered it and a glass and a knife, and ordered a hammer and screwdriver from the engineering catalog.

"It'll take a little time and we're going to have fun getting it open. So. Humans. Um. Okay. A human family... Well, a TAOL unit is two, sometimes three bonded adults and any non-adult offspring related to them." TAOL units, traditional and/or legal units, were the galactic council's answer to every species having its own definition of family. And knowing what it entailed made this, talking about humans in an anthropological sort of way, a little easier. "It can get more complicated, but that's a standard unit. But a human TAOL unit doesn't break up just because the children grow up. Some humans pair up for life, and usually offspring will stay in contact with their parents, and their parents' other children, unless there's a reason not to. I still call my mom -- my mother, my female parent, human gender is different from Peprine, I'll explain it later, I gotta make sure the translation dock isn't going to be weird about it -- I still call her all the time. I don't talk to my father, my male parent. And I have a brother, another of my mother's offspring, who --" There was a thump and then a clanging as pods arrived from the kitchens and from engineering. Jana patted and then gently pushed Kiddo off eir lap, and retrieved their goodies. "The good stuff is inside. Usually when humans buy these on earth, this softer outside layer is already gone, so I don't know how to get it off. It'll be an experiment." Ey sat on the floor again, holding the coconut still with eir feet, and swung the claw end of the hammer into it before levering off what it caught. "That works. Okay, questions so far?"

"How are you DOING that?" "This would be heavy for you, eh? Humans are pretty strong for our size, comparatively, I guess. But swinging it like this makes it hit a lot harder, I couldn't push it in by myself, gravity is helping a lot."

Kiddo didn't look like it believed that.

"So, that's how human TAOL units work, but humans also do what we call 'found family', or what a lot of aliens call pack bonding? Have you heard of that? Sthani said you'd heard humans are friends with everyone." "Finding children is normal?" Jana laughed. "Well, not quite. It means sometimes we bond very tightly to... to friends, to people who have been good to us, to people we know need us," ey said pointedly. "But also that we get possessive of things, I guess. Like most ships with a lot of humans will find that the humans get angry if people push the cleaning robots around, things like that. Protective. It's sortof hard to explain, AS a human. To us, it's strange that other species don't do that." The outside hull was mostly off the coconut, and ey reached for the screwdriver and pounded it into one of the "eyes". "Maybe we'll ask Sthani to explain it from a Peprine standpoint." "That wasn't ALIVE was it?" Kiddo was so nauseated it looked like it would melt. "No, no no no. They just look like this. I promise you they aren't." Ey pulled the screwdriver out and pounded it into another eye. "It's a plant. Not an animal. These are just very, very big seeds, so you can see all the little details." Jana rested the punctured coconut over the cup so the water poured out of one of the holes, and stood up to find a towel. "I'm going to do a strong-human thing again. It's going to be loud but you don't need to be scared." Ey wrapped the coconut in the towel and BANG, BANG, BANG, whaled on it with the hammer. "I guess that's how it is a lot of the time. I understand why other species to be scared of us, but they don't need to be scared of us."

Ey unwrapped the coconut, now broken into pieces, and began to hand Kiddo a piece. "Oh, sorry, wait." Ey knifed out chunks, prying and cutting in a way Kiddo couldn't with only two out of eight fingers, to give to it. Ey took a swallow from the cup of coconut water, before offering that too.

"Maybe we're strong because so much earth food is like this. Or maybe it's like this because we're strong. I don't know. Sorry, Kiddo. I'm told we're loud and strong and reckless, we're very difficult to seriously injure... But... We're nice, too. ... On earth there was this old, um, like a holovid but not interactive? from before holovids were a thing. A 'movie', it tells a story about a little girl whose parents have both died, so she's being raised by her sister -- another one of her parents offspring. And the little girl accidentally befriends an alien, thinking it's an earth animal, and the alien is hiding from other aliens, a whole bunch of silly things happen. It's from before we'd met aliens at all, it's all fiction, fake. But the point is, one of the lines from this movie is 'Ohana' -- a word in the little girl's native language --."

Kiddo was staring while it chewed on the piece of coconut.

"Sorry this is getting so complicated. 'Ohana means family. Family means no-one gets left behind.' The movie had so much other stuff in it and that's what humans remember. If you tell a human 'Ohana means family,' they'll say 'Family means no-one gets left behind.' Even humans who haven't seen the movie, they'll have heard other humans say it. I think the whole line is 'no-one gets left behind or forgotten.'" Jana hurriedly tapped "Peprine ear fluid" into eir handheld. Answer: Kiddo was starting to cry. "You're okay, alright? Are you-- are you alright with all of this? If this is too much we can try to find another elder, if --" "No, no, don't leave me behind!" More ear fluid. "Okay. I won't. I won't. I don't want to. That's what I told them on that planet -- you're my kid now, we'll figure it out." Ey shook the bits of coconut shell out of the towel and offered it to Kiddo. "I have two, maybe three more things to talk about today, okay? They're things for you to think about, it's not anything that we have to deal with right now. One," ey held up a finger, "If you want, when you want, we can go talk to engineering-medical and see if they can make you some fake fingers. Humans do it all the time. One of my best friends growing up had a fake leg, it let her walk around and do almost anything someone with two real ones could do."

Kiddo hid its fingerless hand behind the fingers of its partly-fingered hand.

"Two, I think we have to register as a Peprine TAOL unit, but humans also have a method for making kids they aren't biologically related to part of their TAOL unit. So if or when you want, we can also register as a human TAOL unit, maybe after we figure out what that means." Kiddo rubbed its ears with the towel. "Third, when a human has children, then those children are also 'grandchildren' to the adult's parents. The kids call the adult's parents 'grandparents'. And some parents, like my mom, get really excited to be grandparents. So when you're ready, I can tell her she has a grandkid now, and she'll want to meet you or videocall you... and she'll probably buy you all sorts of stuff. Toys and books and treats, things like that." Kiddo's ears lifted (a smile), it understood that. "Oh, and if I accept them that makes her my grandparent?" Jana smiled at it. "Nah, she's your grandmother anyway. I guess she became your grandmother as soon as I said I was keeping you. But it's tradition for grandparents to buy that sort of stuff for the grandkids. It's about affection, not a transaction. And they love it. You're her first grandkid, she's going to go all-out. It's like... like having another Elder whose job isn't to take care of your body, but to try to make sure you're happy."

Wow. Some Elders had multiple kids, but a kid with multiple Elders was something else. "I.. I think I'll like that."

[Part 5]

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[darlingseraa]

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas

I remember a time when the end of a year was a magical time. It began with me being anxious for Halloween to finally come, so I could wear that beautiful princess dress my mother had sewn by hand for me. When the day came at the tail end of October, I would cry if my parents made me wear my winter coat over my dress– I wanted everyone to see how beautiful it was and how amazing my mom was for making it by hand. And yes, where I live, we got snow well before Halloween even came around– some years, we’d have snowfall in late September or early October, and other years, the snow came late. One thing was sure, however, and that was that we would have snow by Halloween.

Hence why my parents would make me wear my winter coat to go trick-or-treating, most Halloweens.

To me, Halloween meant pillowcases full of candy to eat throughout the coming year, until the next Halloween came around and I’d go trick-or-treating with my family once again, and haul two to three more pillowcases full of candy back home. It meant that the best neighbourhood to go trick-or-treating in was the one where the family on the corner street turned their yard into a giant haunted house, complete with people dressed as Hellraiser and Freddie Krueger to scare the kids and parents daring to venture in. It meant meeting up with friends who were just as dressed up for the occasion as I was. It meant teachers and students alike would come to school in costume on the day before the holiday –or during the day of Halloween itself if it was in the middle of a school week–, and it made that school day that much more fun.

And then, when Halloween came to an end, the spooky decorations would be taken down and stored away for another year. Things would be quiet for a week or two.

And then, Christmas would begin.

Yes, Christmas began two weeks after Halloween for me and my family.

I remember that, back then around mid-November, my house’s yard would be covered in snow 1 to 2 feet thick. Yes, you read that right. My dad would wake up early in the morning, take the snowblower out the shed, and he would clear out as much snow as he could from the driveway, so that he and my mom could go to work, and so my brother and I wouldn’t have to trudge through the snow to get to the school bus on time. I remember my dad building my brother and I a wooden ramp on which snow would land during snowstorms, and that we’d pack down and drench in water to create an icy slide we could play on during the winter months. I remember going skiing in powdery snow, the type of snow that acted as a cushion and made falls practically painless. I remember skating on the Rideau Canal in Ottawa, I remember going to the Village Valcartier snowpark at least once every two or three years.

I remember the beginning of winter being a sign of good days to come, because I loved winter.

And to me, the entire season felt like Christmas.

Because, by mid-November, my house was alight with decorations for the coming holidays.

I remember being overjoyed whenever I saw my parents taking out these big plastic bins from the closet downstairs, in which all of our Christmas decorations were stored throughout the year. I remember the bright red duffel bag in which our artificial Christmas tree was stored, and how there were always fake pine needles everywhere as soon as we’d open it. I remember having to unfurl every single little branch on this monster of a tree, and then wrapping it in garlands of lights, adorning it with ribbons and all sorts of ornaments and knick-knacks.

There’s this one place in the entire province of Québec that we loved to visit– it was a Christmas shop located in Saint-Sauveur, in a region called the Laurentides. Every year, we’d go there and look around excitedly. I remember my parents bought my brother and I an ornament each, almost every time we’d go– once, I chose a little dressage rider on her chestnut horse, because I was convinced that I would one day have a horse of my own and I would become a top tier rider. Another year, they got me a huge trebble clef covered in gold holo glitter, because of my love for music. And another year, they bought me a fragile little ornament representing a ballerina frozen mid-arabesque, for my love of ballet.

And then, during the car ride home, I'd look out my window at the perfect winter scenery as we drove past.

At home, we’d decorate the tree, and then hang these little doorknob snowmen that my mother had handcrafted years ago. Then, we’d wrap a pine garland around the ramps on the stairs. And when that was done, we’d head outside and cover the house in Christmas lights.

And then it would be Christmas until late January the next year.

Everywhere we’d go, stores and houses alike were all adorned in their finest Christmas gear, and were a sight to behold. Some had inflatable santas and reindeer, others had Nativity scenes, others had a Northern Star light perched on their roof. And in the car, or in stores, the radio would blast Christmas music into your ears.

I remember listening to all these Christmas songs and thinking they were all so magical. That I could never get tired of them, because the singers all sang about how wonderful the holidays are, how their hearts were full of cheer, how cozy it was to sit next to chestnuts roasting on an open fire. They would sing about how we should just let it snow, about how Santa knew when you were sleeping or awake, about how they had a dream of a beautiful, white Christmas. My mother had a collection of Christmas CDs that she’d keep with her in her car, and whenever we’d go somewhere, we’d listen to them.

“White Christmas” was my favourite, because it made me think about how excited I was throughout the rest of the year for winter to come around, and for Christmas to bring joy and cheer to us once again. My mom would often tell me how it was my late grandpa's favourite Christmas song, too. I never learned its true meaning until recently– to me, it simply was about how the singer dreamt of having a Christmas just like he used to know, like when he was a kid.

A bit like the feeling I got this year, during the holidays.

Ten years ago, when I was sixteen, I started to see changes in the seasons, especially during winter. I noticed that it wouldn’t come as early as it used to. By Halloween, the best we could hope for was a day or night without rain. There was no snow in sight. Mid-November at the earliest would be when snowfall would begin.

And then, with the beginning of winter regressing well into the tail-end of November, so did the beginning of Christmas, in mine and my family’s eyes.

We wouldn’t decorate as much, or as early as we used to. We’d just leave the Christmas lights on the house for the next year, but not light them before the next time the holidays came around. One year, we tried getting a real Christmas tree, and though it was amazing to have the house smell like fresh pine until we had to take the tree out after the holidays, it just didn’t feel as magical.

It almost felt like the excitement I got from Christmas was directly related to how much snow we had that year.

So you can imagine how exciting Christmas was for me, these past few years where December was nearly as green as a golf course green in the middle of summer.

As I write this, there are literally barely two inches of snow covering the ground in my backyard.

Two. Inches.

That’s literally nothing.

I saw a post that one of my mutuals reblogged that mentioned this, about how Christmas songs nowadays are mostly reprises of the classics. And these classics reference a time that people these days can only remember. Children and future generations will never know the kind of winter we had back in the day. The ones where we’d play King of the Mountain with the other kids in the school yard because the administration had the snow cleared out, but the workers packed it in one spot in the entire yard instead of shoving it somewhere else. They’ll never know what it’s like to watch the news in the morning and see that their school is closed because of recent snowstorms causing trouble on the roads. They’ll never know the excitement of waking up one day in early November, and seeing a thick sheet of snow covering the ground outside.

They'll never know what a true snow day is like.

Nowadays, if I wanted to experience a winter like this again, I’d have to travel far up north.

I’d. Have. To. Travel.

When in previous years, I wouldn’t have had to, because these winters happened here, where I live.

And I wish I didn’t have to travel in order to have such an experience again.

Nowadays, winter is just another word for rainfall. Because that’s all we get– rainstorm after rainstorm. We barely get to see the snowflakes falling from the cloudy skies anymore. There’s no feeling of joy at witnessing the first of many snowfalls of the year, because I know that it’s only temporary. That there won’t be more snow piling up on top of it. I will likely never again wake up and feel joy at the sight of a fresh, untouched blanket of snow waiting for me outside, because there are no thick blankets of freshly fallen snow where I live anymore. The season’s become too warm for those to last.

I hate what winter has become.

I hate that it’s cold, but not cold enough to keep the snow around like it did before.

I hate that it’s wet, but not wet because the snow melted into my supposedly waterproof snowsuit– it's wet because of the rain.

I hate that the sky is almost always gray with rainclouds and not snowclouds.

I. Hate. It.

But what can one person do to change it?

Not much, I’m afraid.

The shift in seasons and climate change has killed what used to be the most amazing time of year for me.

It killed my love for winter. It killed my love for Christmas.

And it has tainted what little memories I retain from past Christmasses with a nostalgia and a sadness that I can only describe as painful, because I know I may never experience it again in my lifetime. And I'll only be 26 years old this year.

So these days, I don’t decorate anymore. I don’t listen to Christmas songs unless they’re blasted at work, on repeat, until I’m so fed up with them that I get angry when I come back the next day and hear them playing still. I don’t feel joy at seeing the slightest amount of snow on the ground, because I know that soon enough, rain will wash it away.

All I do is dream of a white Christmas, just like the ones I used to know.

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Hey everyone!

I'm sorry this post is so long. I just saw something on my timeline and had a lot of Big Feelings(tm) about it that I thought of sharing. The holidays this year have been a big disappointment on my end, for many reasons which I won't mention here. But the main reason is explained throughout this post.

If you've read through this entire thing, I am very grateful that you took the time to do so!

#seraa rants #christmas #holidays #climate change #writing #rambles #ramblings #memories #nostalgia

[mymanreedus]

Daryl Season 2: “Hell, I was younger than her when I got lost. Nine days in the woods eating berries and wiping my ass with poison oak. My old man was off on a bender with some waitress. Merle was doing another stint in juvie. Didn’t even know I was gone. I made my way back though.”

Daryl Season 3: “My mom, she liked her wine. She liked to smoke in bed. Virginia Slims. I was playing with the kids in the neighborhood; I could do that with Merle gone. They had bikes. I didn’t. We heard sirens getting louder. They jumped on their bikes. Ran after it, you know? Hoping to see something worth seein’. I ran after them but I couldn’t keep up. Came around the corner I saw my friends lookin’ at me. I saw everybody lookin’ at me. Fire trucks everywhere. People from the neighborhood. It was my house they were there for. That was my mom in bed. Burnt down to nothin’. That was the hard part. She was just gone. Erased. Nothin’ left of her. People said it was better that way. I don’t know. Just made it seem like it wasn’t real, you know?”

“What about when we were kids? Who left who then?”

I didn’t know he--

“Yeah, he did. He did the same to you. That’s why you left first.”

I had to, man. I would have killed him otherwise.

Daryl Season 4: “I never eaten frozen yogurt. Never had a pet pony. Never got nothin’ from Santa Claus! Never relied on anyone for protection before! Hell, I don’t think I ever relied on anyone for anything!”

Daryl Season 5: Finds and takes a book called Treating Survivors of Childhood Abuse

Daryl Season 9: Of all the trusted adults at Hilltop it’s Daryl who Carol asks to look after Henry. He ends up looking after Lydia too.

Daryl Season 10: Of all the trusted adults at Alexandria it’s Daryl who Michonne asks to look after her children while she’s gone.

Daryl Season 11: Working a crappy job so he can make a home for Judith and RJ where they can be safe, have regular meals, access to good healthcare, make friends and get an education. Takes them to the fair. Buys Judith a record player . . . realizes he’s gotta overthrow the government the moment it threatens his and Rosita’s kids.

Character development of a big sweet Papa Bear.

#The Walking Dead #s11e10 #daryl dixon #beth greene #judith grimes #rj grimes #commonwealth #sebastian #coco #rosita espinosa #s11e14 #season 2 #season 3 #season 4 #andrea #carl grimes #sophia peletier #merle dixon #growing up dixon #our sweaty apocalypse prince

[welcometojackass2022]

M (the boy) and I got dinner again yesterday and it was LOVELY so here’s an update now that it seems he may actually have feelings for me and is just incredibly scared because he’s never had a relationship before and might be scared of ruining our friendship:

Okay so first off, he doesn’t wanna risk making me go somewhere I don’t like so even when I tell him to pick he’ll still say three or four places and make me pick the one we actually go to. This time I picked a restaurant on our campus and we went there around 7:30! There was a big crowd and he was all nervous so we ordered online, got a table, I grabbed our food for both of us and then when we were filling our drinks and getting ketchup he clung to me like a kid clinging to his mom LMAO. He looked so lost when I went back to our table before he’d grabbed his ketchup. Anyway we sat at the table and talked until 10ish and it was a VERY good time. The energy felt different than usual, like we were closer and more intimate than before and neither of us felt the need to tone ourselves down. One thing about him that really came out yesterday is how unbelievably protective and worried he can get. I mentioned I have a tendency to get dizzy easily and have been exhausted a lot lately and he got concerned and googled anemia symptoms. Turns out I have all but 2 of the main symptoms. At that point he basically BEGGED me to start taking iron supplements and when I made a joke about not wanting to spend money he very sincerely said he’d happily pay for them himself if they’d make me feel better. (I ended up getting them today and he was happy I did!) he was also concerned cuz I’ve lost a lot of weight recently, and because I threw up Saturday morning from nausea due to not eating much the previous days.

He also gets worried for me in emotional ways. I was talking about an ex-friend of mine who’s a guy. M already dislikes this guy cuz he knows he treated me pretty bad and yesterday he really went in on him, saying nothing would ever make him like that guy in the slightest because of how disgusted he is about how he treated me and said how much of a piece of shit that guy is for trying to project a certain image onto me and for lovebombing me and then getting pissed when I just wanted to be friends. It was nice to hear. M’s the only guy who’s never objectified me or made me uncomfortable or insulted me/was mean to me as a “joke”. We discussed childhood hospital visits, us wanting to potentially go on a trip together some time, and how we both want to marry someone who has goals in life and actually wants to do something meaningful. He also complimented my writing skills cuz he knows I want to pursue writing as a career.

Interestingly enough, yesterday was also the first time I’ve ever heard him make dirty jokes! I had mentioned that me and one of my friends love dirty jokes, and after I said that he made a few. One about getting his cherry popped (not literally, he’s more of a Virgin than I am and that’s saying something), one about people who like to be choked, and at one point he said “pussy” which shocked me cuz he won’t even say boobs, he says breasts. It was hilarious, and it was nice to see him be less serious with me than he is with most. I also mentioned that I “test” men to see if they have bad tempers or not, and he asked if I’d ever tested him and sincerely wanted to know if he’d ever done anything to make me worried he had a temper. I told him no, he’s never done anything to worry me (he hasn’t), and he seemed relieved. He also said he’s never been annoyed or frustrated with me, so that’s good. He has a strangely protective vibe, like he wants to take care of me and keep me safe. I like it.

Anyway, after we left the restaurant around 10pm, we walked back towards my building. He knows I love looking at posters around campus, so he purposefully took me on a path with plenty of posters and stopped to look at them with me. Any time I’d stop to look at bugs or pick up a piece of trash, he’d immediately notice I wasn’t walking with him, turn to look for me, and then patiently watch me do whatever I was doing. Then he’d gently ask “all ready?” And I’d nod and walk back over to him and we’d keep walking. Usually we talk in front of his building, but mine was closer, so we stopped and talked there. We had a really funny conversation about tarot cards and zodiac signs where he made a couple of subtle jokes about tarot cards predicting that the two of us would be together or that he had appeared in my dreams (he actually has). We looked at bugs again and talked about whether we want to have our own rooms as married adults or not. At 10:40 he reminded me that I’d mentioned earlier that I had a paper I still needed to turn in by 11:59 (I’d totally forgotten), and then reminded me to take my medicine when I went back to my room. We hugged (super nice hug, I had on a tank top so there was a lot of skin to skin contact and I think the poor guy was a little hard. Plus I could feel his cheek pressed against my shoulder. Also this was in public so people could see us hugging for ten seconds straight lol), said goodnight, and that was that. Very sweet night. Felt good.

[yoke9494]

Soft like a Plushie. 🧸 (HanmaXReader)

!!NO MINORS. NSFW!!

* pt 1 out of two. (Hanma pt 1. Baji/Kazutora pt 2.)

(Tiny bit of Chifuyu in the beginning)

*Curvy/Chubby reader

*Pet shop Tora and Chifuyu (Chifuyu's a bit of a pervert)

*Single mom reader

*loss of virginity

*OOC Hanma??

* characters are aged 17+ in the past.

🛑Tw: Bullying, Body shaming. The reader is compared to a pig multiple times.🛑

💕 Always remember, You are you and no one can compare. We are all beautiful in our own way. Love yourself. And always know, I will love you when you can't... I'm yo momma now child. And you are all perfect to me. 💕

Not proofread. 😅

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"Can you speak or what old man?"

Chifuyu stood at the register, gaze locked on his childhood best friend, his captain..

"Baji?"

Baji's brows furrowed. "Huh?.. My name's not Baji. It's L/n Kellen. Are you high or something?"

Chifuyu shook his head. Kellen? Not Keisuke ... L/n not Baji.. But this kid looked so much like him.

He had long black hair, but a little shaggy.. Menacing eyebrows, fanged teeth, the same mischievous smile.. But the longer he looked he also noticed the kids eyes were e/c and his nose was shaped a little differently than his old Captain..

The boy clicked his tongue. "Momma! They don't have it. This old dude over here is just trying to groom me or something!"

Chifuyu's eyes widened. "Hey, wait! I'm not doing that! I just thought--"

He was cut off by a woman's voice. Soft and sweet. "Kellen stop yelling in the damn store."

Chifuyu's breath hitched. He was too into the order sheets to notice you when you first walked in with this kid.. Was he yours? Nah, he had to be your kid brother or something.

You smiled at him. Cute round face, plump soft lips..

"Sorry about my son." You pulled out your phone and showed him a picture. "He's been running around looking for these cat treats. We can't find them anywhere."

Chifuyu's shoulders dropped. Your kid had a spoiled cat for sure because those were their best selling ones. He sold the last bag this morning.

Swallowing down his nervousness he cleared his throat. "I'm sorry. We just sold the last one this morning. The shop won't be restocked till Tuesday."

Kellen sighed. "We have to find another store ma.."

You shook your head. It was already getting late and you still needed to make dinner. Then get ready for your night shift.. "Sorry Kel. They're going to have to be satisfied with this one."

You placed a generic version of the treats for the owner to ring up. He looked like he was trying not to listen while Kellen whined.

"Mom! They won't eat it!"

Turning away to face your son, you pinched the bridge of your nose. You were tired from your shift this morning and Kellen wasn't helping.

He was a good kid when he wanted to be but he quickly got you to that overstimulated point. "Enough Kel. They're stray cats, they'll be grateful with what you give them. These are cheaper anyways..."

Chifuyu's heart broke. The boy cared for strays too.. It was getting too much, he wanted to cry.

Kellen looked up at you and softened his heated gaze. You looked tired. You worked two jobs just to keep a roof over your heads and to keep him clothed and fed. He's not even sure you actually slept..

Poor Momma.. He loved you very much but he wasn't going to tell you that. He couldn't be mushy because he was the man of the house. (Not really, but he likes to think it) He was the one who should be keeping you safe and happy, besides you only get one momma..

That's why his brows pinched together when the old dude started smiling at you a little too much. He was going on about wanting a number or an email so he could let you know when the treats came in. And you were dumb enough to fall for it!

(It was only your email. One you hardly had time to check..)

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Chifuyu waved as you started walking out with your son. He felt like a pervert when his eyes traveled to your backside. What God made you?! Round ass that had a slight jiggle, the way your jeans hugged every inch.. Your thighs! They'd look nice around his waist while he fu---

He let out a small gasp when a little middle finger made itself visible on your lower back. Kellen was basically pushing you out of the store while he glared at Chifuyu. But of course you didn't see it because Kellen mentioned he wanted to hurry home because he was getting hungry.

Chifuyu was so red. He'd put a strawberry to shame. What was wrong with him?! He oggled over you like you were a piece of meat and he was a starving dog! He really needed to find someone to love...

Too into his thoughts he failed to notice the back door opening. Kazutora huffed as he hauled in a heavy box full of new dog bowls. "A little help?"

Chifuyu didn't move an inch.

"HEY!!"

Chifuyu jumped and looked at his struggling friend. "Oh shit! Sorry!"

Kazutora noticed Chifuyu was pink all over. "What's wrong with you? Are you constipated again?"

"Huh?! No!"

Tora laughed, "Okay. You don't need to yell."

Chifuyu shook his head. "Sorry.- I just--... I think I may be in love?"

Again Kazutora laughed. "What's his name?"

Chifuyu gave him a dead panned look. "Fuck you! SHE was an angel! So damn curvy with a round cute face, her voice was so soft!.. She-- Wait! I didn't even ask for her name! Fuck!!"

Kazutora just stared at him. "Calm down it's not the end of the world."

Chifuyu thought for a second. "Damn, all I can remember is their last name."

"Their?"

He nodded. "She had a kid with her. I thought it was her brother or something since she looks pretty young but it was her son... L/n Kel?-- Kellen! He was looking for cat treats! You should have seen him too, I swear he looked just like--"

Kazutora cut him off. "Baji? Or me?"

Chifuyu's eyes widened. "Yeah! Wait- how did you know?! Don't tell me you know her?! Wait! Did you just say you??"

Kazutora had a lost look on his face. "Uh..Wait."

He walked away while Chifuyu stood there dumbfounded. "Huh?"

Kazutora wasn't even gone for a minute. He came back with a shoe box. Something he left under his desk for safe keeping.

Chifuyu peaked over his shoulder. It was full of letters, all from Kazutora's time in prison.

"Did you see which way she walked? Or the car she had?"

He furrowed his brows. "No but she gave me her email? For when we have the cat treats in stock."

He held up the paper, only for Kazutora to swipe it out of his hands.

"Hey! You'll lose it-"

A yellow envelope was placed into his hand. Chifuyu was awed at the little drawing on the corner. A Small blue cat silhouette was chasing a mouse..

"What am I supposed to do with this?"

Kazutora didn't even glance his way. He brought out his phone and began writing an email. He's been looking for you ever since he got out. Only to run into dead ends.

"Read it Chifuyu..."

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Kazutora felt like he was being judged. The shop was closed long ago but Chifuyu stayed in his spot and just stared..

"I can't-- you and Baji? Baji and you.. To that poor angel?--- What was she doing with that asshole?"

Kazutora shrugged. " No clue, but that's how we first met her. Listen, we were stupid okay. You know during the whole Valhalla thing-- We were stupid teenagers who saw a pretty girl and thought with their dicks... She gave her consent though! We didn't do anything to hurt her or against her will."

Chifuyu shook his head. A little disappointed in both of them. Baji wasn't the smartest at times but how could he be so carless? Why didn't he say anything? Did he know? Surely if he did, he'd still be here.. "Well, at least we know he's not yours. I mean, he was almost a perfect copy of Baji. Just his mom's eyes and nose." (*And a lighter version of you if you are POC. 🤎)

Kazutora felt a little disappointed.. but he shoved that down because that meant at least they had a small piece of Baji still walking around on this earth.

"I hope she checks her email soon.."

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(Let's take you back to the beginning.. Age 17.)

The bell that marked the end of the day rang about 20 minutes ago. But here you stood in the bathroom trying to clean your stained face. Your father had sent you a makeup kit for your birthday.

Well more like his new wife sent it to you.. He most likely forgot.

You spent all weekend practicing. At first you looked like a clown but eventually you got the hang of it. For once you felt pretty. You were actually excited to come to school as the new you!

But that didn't last long.. The same people who made your life miserable saw it as an opportunity to break your spirit a little more today.

You could handle the names all the girls called you. Piggy, Pork chop, Fatty. You've always been a little bigger than others, even your own mother called you something similar. After a while it didn't hurt so much.

The boys were a different story though. They were a little meaner... Mentally but more physically.

You hated the school uniforms. The skirt was above your knees and the shirts were too tight. Your mother hated that she had to pay extra when it came to your clothes.

Your thighs would be constantly pinched. Your breast would be grabbed. They harshly poked at your stomach or tried to reach under your skirt to grab your ass or as they like to call it "bacon".. All while making oinking noises..

Every teacher you told looked the other way. When you told your mother she basically laughed.

"Look at you. What boy in their right mind would bother? Stop lying for attention."

That's why when a new guy stopped you in the halls and asked if you could help him.

You ran the other way, you were slowly developing a fear of the male gender...

You left the poor guy shocked and alone.. That was the last of him.

NOT!

The guy kept bothering you.. You didn't have many friends, after constantly getting bullied, you ended up just keeping to yourself. You didn't trust anyone at all, male or female.

But the guy kept trying to sit with you while you ate lunch. He tried to walk you home. He tried to ask for your number or if you'd like to hang out on the weekend.

You kept telling him no. You told him to leave you alone because you knew he was just messing with you.

Probably a dare or something stupid...

He was fit and tall. He had dark brown hair and eyes. He was smart and handsome. It had to be a trick!

And it was...

After your torment you walked home with your head down. Eyes swollen from crying, a bit of smudged black liner under your eyes. You felt like a sad fat raccoon..

Your body had hit something hard and you stumbled back. You were about to say sorry but a familiar mocking snort made you look up.

5 guys stood in front of you with teasing smirks.

"Awe poor piggy. Did you bruise your bacon?"

"Look at the cracks her fat ass made on the sidewalk!!"

And what didn't shock you the body you ran into was the same guy who constantly bothered you. When it came to sensing when people were lying to you, well you were a champ. You've never been wrong..

He smiled down at you and kicked at your thigh. Trying to flip your skirt over. You flinched and held it down.

Usually you'd talk back, you'd fight back.. but today-- today you just felt hopeless. They could hear it in your voice. "Please just leave me alone. I just want to go home.."

You slowly tried to get back up..

"Aww what's wrong?"

One of the guys pushed you back down to the sidewalk by your shoulders. The one in front of you pushed your nose up with his finger to imitate a pig's snout.

All phones pointed at you as he began to sing a mocking song. 🎶"I got a knife, I got a fork. All I need is some pork, pork, pork.."🎶 it was a stupid song, usually you'd just roll your eyes and run home.. But the second they started making oinking noises, tears started to flow and your blood boiled..

You were at your breaking point.

You bit the inside of your cheek and made a fist. One of them noticed.

"Aww! Look we made piggy mad!"

"You think she'll start sizzling?"

The guy in front of you playfully pulled at your tear stained cheeks. "Oin--"

He didn't get to finish his insult. Instead...

He doubled over and began to cough. His fit grew so violent that he began to gag.

The other males just stood there with their mouths hung open... Your fist flew to the guys crotch so fast. They were all sure they heard a *pop* when you hit him. Was it his balls? Did they shatter? Or did you break your fingers?

"I fucking hate you! I hate all of you!"

You got up while the guy was on his knees. Your heel connected to his jaw and he flew back.

The males watched you for a good few seconds as you began to beat their friend with you bag. His face rapidly swelled from all the heavy books you carried around.

One finally snapped out of his daze. "You fat little bitch!--"

You felt hands grab onto your hair but they never pulled? When you fully turned around your eyes went wide.

What was this thing standing over them?

The other males were laid out on the ground. All groaning in pain or unconscious. You couldn't see what he looked like but you could tell he was a lanky one.

He held the guy (who you assumed had tried to yank you by your hair) by the neck. He let out a teasing giggle. "Hey now, that's not very nice. You should apologize to the pretty girl yeah?."

You backed away when your eyes landed on his tattooed hands. 'Sin and punishment?'

Nobody in your school had tattoos like that. Great, another crazy one...

(Like you just didn't almost beat one of them to death with a math book..)

A groan left someone's mouth when you backed up and stepped on their hand.

The guy turned and smiled at you. "Where ya going princess? ♡"

Fuck this, and fuck that.

You ran... All the way home.

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You learned his name was Hanma Shuji..

How? Well after that day he didn't leave you alone.

You did the same song and dance with this one.. "Leave me alone." "No thank you." "I can walk by myself." "I have to go home." "I don't want your candy, that's how you wake up in a tub of ice with your kidney missing."

He didn't fall for it. Everytime you turned he was there. Every morning he was in front of your house. Every day after school he was waiting by the gates..

Funny thing was, no one really bothered you anymore. And you were sure it was because of him. The girls who made fun of you always ran the other way, the boys didn't look at you but you did notice a few black eyes and broken arms..

What did Hanma want from you?

You kept your head down as Hanma slowly followed you home on his motor bike. He's been trying to get you to ride with him for 3 days now.

"Come on. I won't go fast." (Lies)

You shook your head. "I'm too heavy. Don't you have somewhere to be?"

He shrugged. "Not right now. Come on. Get on and I'll take you somewhere?"

You stopped and looked at him. Hanma wasn't bad looking, you really liked his eyes. He had a goofy smile and big ears and weird hair.. but you found it all cute. He was too cute.. Which is why you weren't falling for it.

You sighed. "Listen, just lie to your friends and say you did whatever it is they dared you to do. Get your money or bragging rights, whatever.. You don't have to keep bothering with me and pretending to be nice.."

He tilted his head.. There was that smile again.. "You're not a bother? And I don't need money. I'm just trying to hang out with you."

You rolled your eyes. He was good at lying. "Why? So we can look like the number 10 when we stand by each other? You don't even know me. I've never seen you before, you don't go to my school.. Just go away."

His smile dropped. "Well if you let me I would have known you better by now. I had to get your name from some dude I beat up.. And it's cause I think you're cute. Like a soft plushie you get in one of those claw machines y'know."

That was a first... "Uh, thank you? I think?"

He smirked. "You're welcome! Now, get on or I'll get off and make you. ♡"

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Where you were Hanma wasn't far behind. Even if he wasn't physically there, someone from Valhalla was acting as his eyes and ears when it came to you.. (but you didn't know that)

Speaking of Valhalla...

You knew he was in a gang but that was about it. It was fine, for the first time you felt like you had a friend. Even though he was a little scary, liked to beat up people for fun, a little mean-- Okay. He was just mean, mean.. But it was never aimed twords you so you looked the other way.

Even though you still didn't fully understand why he liked being around you. This friendship could work...

Or so you thought?

Hanma only confused you further when he took you out for ice cream. Even though he never made a snarky remark about how much you ate or anything. It took you a while to get comfortable enough to eat in front of him. Which he didn't understand because he ate twice as much as you did every time.

(Where did it all go?...)

Too into your ice cream you didn't notice Hanma staring at you. Having already finished his, he noticed a roge sprinkle get stuck in the side of your lip. You weren't a dirty girl so you reached for a napkin but he wasn't having any of that.

You gasped when he licked the side of your mouth. When you didn't pull away he took that as an okay to go farther..

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Hanma was experience when it came to this stuff, but you? Not so much. The day he took you out for ice cream was your first kiss together. It was probably the 100th one for Hanma but the very first for you.

That kiss turned into longing touches, holding hands, and more heavy things...

Hanma took every chance he could to get you in his lap. He always ignored the small protests and words of you saying you were "too heavy".

He usually shut you up when he turned you around and had you grinding against him. Every time you squirmed he dug his nails into your plush thighs and kept you right where you belonged. Using you to get himself off. It's not like you ever complained though, 1. You liked it and 2. the feeling of someone (who looked like Hanma) wanting you was enough to send your tiny ego on overdrive. And that sadistic side of him liked the fact he had a cute girl wrapped around his finger.

It was fine...

But after a while, it wasn't enough for him and he was getting bored... Well, more like impatient.

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It was the weekend and you were home... Alone. Again.

Your mother had gone out on a date that probably ended up with her going to his house or a sleezy hotel.

How much do you wanna bet that this one was already married too?... They always were..

You haven't heard from Hanma all day but you quickly learned that's usually expected of him. He usually went M.I.A for a day or two but you always got some form of apology.

(A teddy bear that he probably stole, snacks he took from someone. He always claimed he thought of you though..)

But sometimes you couldn't help but think...

What the hell does he do? Is it gang stuff? Is he with other girls? Could you be mad about that? It's not like you labeled whatever this was between the two of you. He still treated you like he usually did, only with extra touching?

' Maybe he found someone skinnier to hang out with? '

You shook your head. It's been a while since you put yourself down. You could hear Hanma scolding you in your head.*"How many times do I have to tell you to knock that shit off? You're perfect for someone like me. That's all you need."* Then he'd flick your forehead and move on.

He wasn't the greatest with words but at least he tried..

You made a face a rubbed between your brows. It was like he was actually there..

And he was... Ish?

Eventually you got tired of waiting up for your mom. She was grown and had her own key. If she stumbled down the steps you'll hear about it in the morning.

You were in between consciousness and dream land when loud *Taps* made you jump. You looked at your window but no one was there. You're mind automatically went to the boogie man..

You shook your head and scoffed. "Come on Y/n.. You're too old to be thinking like that. It's probably just the neighbors.."

But that kind of thinking didn't help since you shut your eyes tight and threw your blanket over your head.

*Tap, tap, tap*

' Boogie man, boogie man, Slenderman! '

They seemed to have gotten louder...

"Y/n open the damn sliding door!"

..... That wasn't your mom! It sounded like...

You jumped out of bed so fast. What was he doing here?!

You rounded the corner to the living room, sure enough, a tall silhouette stood in front of the door leading to the balcony. A low glow lit up his face when he took a drag from his cigarette.

You slid open the door and whisper yelled like your mom was home and she'd find you with a boy and laugh.. "What are you doing here-- How did you even get up here Hanma?! I'm on the 5th floor!"

He shrugged. "Fire escape. It's a good thing too. The one at the bottom was stuck from rust, I could have just saved your life." He laughed at your lost face before dropping his smoke and stepping on it. "You gonna let me in Princess or was all that climbing for nothing.?"

You looked cute when you scrambled away from the door and let him in. He looked around.

The space was nice and clean, even though it was dark he could see a bit of everything thanks to the light from the fish tank you had.

One loney gold fish in a huge tank? Weird...

He walked towards the hall. "Which ones yours?"

Before you could answer his eyes locked onto a f/c door. It was decorated with stickers and a small poster. "Nevermind, found it!"

He walked straight in and giggled when he turned on the light. "How cute."

Your room was really... You? Hanma honestly didn't know what he was expecting. He half expected to see a lot of school stuff, math posters, cute girly things and all that crap.

Nope.

He flopped on your bed and sighed. It was soft and smelled just like you. He looked up and saw you still standing at your door way. "Why you being shy? Want me to leave?"

You shook your head. "No! But uhm? What are you doing here? It's not that I don't want you here but you usually text me-- and my mom--"

His laugh cut you off. "I missed you. Plus I wasn't busy so, here I am. And I just happened to see your stumbling mom going into a bar a while ago. I didn't want my girl to be home all alone."

You rolled your eyes. Of course she was out drinking. It's not like you needed her tomorrow or anything- so much for spending the day together. Why couldn't she just love you? When your dad was around she-- nevermind. That life is over now.. If you ever had kids, you'd never put them last..

"Hey. Come here."

You looked up. Hanma still laid on your bed. Right in the middle of it.. His long limbs making your full sized bed look tiny.

You finally stepped into your own room. Hesitantly walking up to the side of your bed.

Hanma grabbed the end of your night shirt and twisted the fabric around his finger. It just rested at the middle of your thighs. "You always sleep like this?"

You nodded. "Yeah. I sleep hot so it's comfortable.. I can change-"

"Did I tell you to change?"

You shook your head. "No-- but- You haven't seen this much of me.. I don't even have a bra on. It's not right--"

Hanma clicked his tongue.

"Lay with me."

You furrowed your brows. "Can you move over then? You're taking up all the room."

He shook his head and tapped his thigh. "Sit right here."

You opened your mouth but he cut you off. "Don't you dare start that "I'm ToO HeAvY" shit. Sit on me Y/n."

You grumbled under your breath and tried not to embarrass yourself as you climbed on top of him. "You don't need to be so mean about it."

He let out his teasing giggle. "I have to be a little mean. It's the only way you'll listen."

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Sitting turned into a heavy make out session. That session turned into you grinding against his thigh, him doing the same to you..

It didn't take long for Hanma to end up on top of you, a place he's been dreaming of being... Right between your thick thighs.

The head of his cock slowly enters your wet folds. Pushing up against your tight entrance.

Your hands covered your face as you let out a small pained yelp.

That wouldn't do.. He wanted to see everything. But you were so embarrassed! You had begged him to turn off the lights when he yanked your shirt off and sucked in your nipples like a starved child, leaving marks to remind you that you were his. You begged him not to look when your underwear was torn and thrown to the side, twitching from just him spreading you open to see what was about to belong to him. You apologized over and over again when your plush thighs squeezed around his poor head, but Hanma never stopped his tongue from attacking your clit, he never slowed his fingers that curled deep inside of you.. Not until he had you cumming in his mouth. Sweet like the candy he always brought over when he apologized for leaving you by yourself for so long..

Sin and Punishment grabbed your own hands and pinned them to the side of you head. He wanted to see every face you made for him, hear every little sound. (And secretly making sure he doesn't hurt you anymore then he has to.)

"Tell me if I need to stop okay?" A small lie to make you more comfortable. His head was just pushing into your entrance and he could tell you were struggling.

All you could do was nod.

"Deep breath for me baby, relax for me.."

The second the air of your hot room filled your lungs you felt him slowly push in. You were so wet it was no trouble for him, treating it like a bandaid and shoving himself in one go. Why prolong the pain and make you suffer by taking his time? He knew what to do, he's done this many times before. The only strange thing was, he didn't really care about their comfort.. but you?

Your chest was rapidly rising and falling. He kissed away the tears that managed to slip from your waterline. He was dying to move! Your warm walls sucking him in, struggling to get used to the foreign object.

"Shhh, I got you."

Intertwining his fingers with yours he set a slow pace. Only pulling out halfway before sliding back in. Your pained noises were swallowed by him when he brought his body down so his lips could meet yours.

He smiled when he could feel you trying to buck your hips against his. Those little yelps of pain slowly turning into breathy moans.

Short shallow thrust became a little more harsher. His hips slamming into the back of your thighs. Your wet cunt made the lewdest noises, it was driving him insane..

Hanma felt a sense of pride when you whined out his name. His hands roaming down your arms to your tits. Squeezing them before moving on to your belly. This was his favorite part. How was it that your body was soft all over?

He settled on your hips, digging his nails into the doughie flesh. Driving himself more deeper, faster, harder. He wanted to be deep inside your belly.

You wanted to look away but you knew he'd be angry. What if he stopped? Oh God you did want him to stop.

The band in your stomach tightened even more when you looked up at him. Eyes heavy, pupils dilated, a small blush spread across his cheeks. The pants and small groans of your name leaving his mouth. Sweat rolled down his neck from the heat your bodies shared. His usual spike hair now laid flat on his forehead.

Your eyes traveled down to where the both of you met. His cock forcing its way in and out of your puffy pussy. Your slick coating him, rolling down his thighs and onto your bed sheets. You watched the muscles on his stomach twitch and flex. His hard body fucking into your soft one. It was becoming too much...

Hanma gritted his teeth when your soft walls began to squeeze his cock for all he's got. He hasn't even gotten to turn you over and have you from the back yet. He made the mistake of following your line of sight. A low moan left the back of his throat when he saw the ring of white decorate the base of his dick. 

A pathetic whine left your mouth before he started to roll his hips, dick so deep inside you felt a small pick of pain mixing into your high. Both the pain and over stimulation causing another orgasm to rip through you. 

You nearly screamed from the new found pleasure but Hanma lips smashed into yours. Tongues swirling together while breathing in one another's moans. The way Hanma went from low grunts to breathy moans and high whines made you shiver. Quickly pulling out his body nearly collapsed on yours, but he weakly held himself up.. You could feel his warm release dripping down the outside of your cunt. His softening length twitched against your sensitive clit. He whined as he caught his breath, burying his face into your neck so you wouldn't see his flustered face.

He's never sounded so beautiful? Soft? Venerable?...

If only you could hear his thoughts about you. All the dirty things he didn't get to do. He just got too lost in you... But that's okay, there's always next time... ♡

The world was a boring place for him. The people are even more boring... He hated feeling calm, at peace.

But now he laid on his soft fluffy girl... The only sound he focused on was your calming heartbeat making his eyes heavy. He found himself rolling the both of you over. Arms tightly wrapped around you, keeping you close to his chest. Legs tangled together..

He didn't bother to clean you off. You'll just get dirty again pretty soon. But for now? He just wanted to hold you.

For once Hanma Shuji. The Reaper himself, didn't mind calm...

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Always in Your Shadow Part 2

Read part 1 here!

Yuki was withdrawn on Friday morning. Before I left for work, I showed her the cot I set up in the basement for her. I even bought her her own iPad to play around on while my parents were here so she wouldn’t get too bored.

Still, she was clinging onto my side like she never wanted to let go. Her tiny arms dug into the chub on my waist. 

When I started to leave for work, she burst into tears and I had to spend fifteen minutes calming her down before she let me get out the door. I felt so horrible and guilty that I picked up a dozen donuts on my way to the office and ate four in the car. I wasn’t even sure where that impulse had come from, just that I knew Yuki would’ve encouraged me to get the treats purely because I wanted them. I felt like I owed Yuki something for making her hide away in her own home and somehow that something was… eating donuts. Even though I’d already eaten breakfast.

Yep, that was solid logic.

After work, I had to drive through rush hour traffic to get to the airport, and the whole time I had Yuki on my mind. What was she doing? Was she okay? Was she crying? God, I hoped she wasn’t crying alone in that dark basement. It was too heartbreaking to consider.

When I saw my parents appear outside of ‘arrivals’ it broke me out of my melancholy mood. I was too pleased to see them to stay sad. I hopped out of the car and popped the trunk for their luggage.

“Peter! You look wonderful honey,” my mom fussed, hugging me tightly. My dad patted my shoulder once my mom released me.

“Colorado seems to agree with you,” he said with an amused glance at my belly. I laughed and rubbed the back of my neck.

“Yeah, well. The new job keeps me too busy to exercise much,” I shrugged.

“You look great sweetie, don’t worry, your father is just grumpy from the flight,” my mom said, shooting daggers at my dad. 

“I’m just joking, Pete. You look fine,” my dad said as we all got into the car. 

“So, how’s everyone back home?” I asked to change the subject. That got my mom started, and on the ride home I got an in-depth update on all the hometown gossip I could possibly want. 

I couldn’t help but feel relaxed and happy listening to my mom prattle on about her church friends and their drama. It was so familiar. I’d missed my parents more than I realized. 

Once we pulled into my garage, my parents started an excited commentary about how nice my house was. They wanted a tour so I walked them around the place. Nerves hit when they went in my bedroom since I knew Yuki had a drawer and section of my closet filled with her things, but my parents thankfully didn’t go through anything. That would’ve been difficult to explain.

I got my parent’s bags all set up in the guest room and then we ordered in some Thai food. It was weird not having Yuki’s cooking for dinner. I’d gotten so used to being spoiled by her. I tried to keep the frown off of my face as we ate.

While we picked at our food, I talked about my job and how I was liking the new place. I ended up excusing myself at nine since that was when I usually started getting ready for bed. My parents weren’t used to the one hour time difference, so it only felt like eight to them and they decided to stay up for a bit longer.

I headed upstairs to shower and get ready for bed. Once again, I found myself missing Yuki’s presence. I wondered how she was doing. I felt like a parent who’d sent their kid to daycare for the first time. Which was ridiculous. She was a perfectly capable grown woman (demon). I shouldn’t have to worry. 

But I was. I was worrying.

When I slipped under the covers of my bed, I stared at the ceiling until my eyes got heavy. I was dozing a bit when Yuki literally appeared out of thin air at the foot of my bed.

“What the,” I said, startled. 

Yuki hushed me. 

“Sorry, I just. I missed Peter,” Yuki said through a pathetic sniffle.

God, I was like putty in her hands when she did that. 

“Yuki…” I glanced at the closed bedroom door. “Come here,” I said, opening my arms for her. She immediately scuttled onto the bed next to me and cuddled up to my side. She fussed, nuzzling me and hugging me all over. She chirped a few times, happy as a clam now that I was giving her attention.

“I know you said to stay downstairs but,” Yuki said apologetically, “I thought of something.” Yuki looked up at me. “You said no one could see me because I don’t look human.”

I nodded sadly.

“So what if I looked human, then I could be here with you and your parents wouldn’t know I’m a demon!” Yuki said excitedly. 

I frowned. “How exactly would you do that?” I asked.

Yuki sat up out of my arms and got on her knees on the bed. 

“Like this!” And then suddenly Yuki’s horns receded into nothing and her eyes turned dark brown and her tail literally vanished into nothing.

I was staring at a beautiful human woman. 

“What? How?!” I stammered in a whisper-yell. She looked so different. It was almost wrong to see her without her distinct demon features, which was ironic since when I first saw her those things freaked me out. Now she looked naked without the horns framing her face like a crown. Her eyes looked so mundane.

“I tried it when you were working to see if I could do it and I can! It’s transformation magic. It’s all thanks to you for making me so strong, Peter,” she said, and then she launched herself back into my arms for a hug.

I laughed into her fluffy black hair. 

“You’re brilliant, Yuki. Absolutely amazing,” I whispered.

Yuki shuddered and made a funny excited growl sort of noise.

“Thank you,” she whispered back.

*

In the morning, my mom made pancakes. She served me four, which I doused in syrup and inhaled in an embarrassingly short amount of time. I tried to pretend like I wasn’t still hungry, but my stomach rumbled audibly.

“Oh, someone’s hungry,” my mom commented, and put a single extra pancake on my plate. Like that was going to sate my hunger.

“Uh, yeah,” I said before stuffing the pancake in my mouth. My parents finished eating and I offered to clean up since it was my house, and also because my mom cooked. They reluctantly agreed and went upstairs to get dressed for the day. Instead of putting the leftover pancakes away, I shoved two in my mouth dry. Chewed. Swallowed. Shoved more in.

It was absolutely humiliating that I had to stuff my face in secret just as to not be embarrassed in front of my own parents. Yuki had been spoiling me too much, it seemed, if my belly couldn’t even go one morning without being jammed full of calories.

I ate all five leftover pancakes and then had a pop tart for good measure. Once I loaded everything in the dishwasher, I went up to get myself dressed.

Yuki and I had stayed up way too late last night planning, and so I had to stifle some yawns as I put on some stretchy athletic shorts and a t-shirt. The shirt clung to my stuffed belly a little too much for my liking, so I spent a minute pulling on the fabric with my fists from the inside of the shirt until it was stretched out enough to hang a little looser over my body.

My parents were already downstairs when I made my way down. 

“Do you mind if I invite my friend with us on the hike today?” I asked. 

My parents looked surprised for a second before my dad was smiling and my mom was gasping excitedly.

“Of course! Is this a friend from work?” she asked. 

I smiled. “No, she’s just someone I met when I was at the grocery store but she also just moved here so we connected through that,” I said, rehashing the story Yuki and I had agreed on last night. 

My mom unsubtly mouthed ‘she?’ at my dad. I rolled my eyes fondly. My mom couldn’t help herself. 

“I’d love to meet her!” my mom said.

“The more the merrier,” my dad agreed. 

Here came the more difficult part. I had to really sell this…

“But, uh I should warn you guys,” I said, furrowing my brow to make it more believable. It worked, as my parents both swiveled to give me their undivided attention. “She was raised in a cult apparently. I don’t know all the details, but you know… She doesn’t know a lot of things about like normal life. So be cool, okay. Don’t embarrass her. She might be shy and stuff too,” I said seriously. 

My parents both had matching sympathetic looks on their faces.

“A cult?” my dad repeated, “How horrible.”

“That poor thing,” my mom said sadly. My dad nodded along.

Well, they bought it. So far so good.

Truthfully, the part of this plan I was most nervous about was how Yuki was going to act. I’d had to give her tons of rules and instructions last night on how to act human. Hopefully it would be alright and if she acted odd I could just say that she was eccentric because of her traumatic upbringing.

I pretended to text my ‘friend’ and then announced a few minutes later that she’d agreed to come along.

When eleven A.M. rolled around, Yuki materialized in the backyard in her human disguise and I watched her walk around the house to knock on the front door. Luckily the houses in my neighborhood were a bit spread out and separated further by trees, making it unlikely that anyone could see Yuki appearing out of thin air. My parents were too busy packing bug spray and sunscreen to be looking out the windows too, thankfully.

Yuki knocked on the door. I grinned, excited to see her even though we’d talked through half the night.

“My friend’s here,” I called as I walked to the door.

“Oh how wonderful!” my mom murmured.

I swung open the door and there Yuki was. Only she looked so weird as a human. It was even more disorienting in the daylight. Her fluffy black hair was the same, but her skin no longer looked ashen and grayish, but rather a realistic pale, milky-white. She smiled at me with normal straight teeth.

She looked incredibly nervous.

“Um,” she cleared her throat. “H-Hi Peter!”

My chest fluttered. She was just so…

“What are you doing, Pete? Invite her in,” my dad said from behind me. I rolled my eyes.

“Come on in Yuki,” I said. “This is my dad Ken, and my mom Wendy.”

Yuki hovered near my side but dutifully put her hand out to shake just like we practiced.

“Hello,” she mumbled. “I’m Yuki. Nice to meet you.” 

Her voice wavered but my heart was bursting with pride anyway. She was amazing. My parents were easily charmed by her shyness as well.

“It’s great to meet you, honey. Look how sweet you are. Oh good lord, Peter, where did you find her?” my mother gushed. 

Yuki looked slightly overwhelmed, so I put a hand on my mom’s shoulder.

“Mom, stop freaking her out. I told you, we met at the store,” I scolded.

My mother tsk-ed with her tongue but let it go.

“Ready to head out?” my dad asked.

So we all loaded into my car, my parents insisting that Yuki take the passenger seat, and we drove off to a nearby nature park.

I tried to focus on the road but Yuki was staring out the window in awe which was very distracting. She’d never been in a car before. My parents didn’t seem to notice, thankfully, keeping up a steady conversation about the weather amongst themselves in the backseat.

Eventually, I parked by the entrance to the hiking trails and we all got out and put on sunscreen and bug spray. 

“Ticks are no joke!” as my dad pointed out.

We got started at a relatively slow pace. My parents were both in their 60s after all. I found myself feeling grateful for the easy pace because I hadn’t been doing much exercising lately. My job sort of demanded I be sedentary for at least eight hours a day and with Yuki doting on me all the time whenever I was home… Well it’s safe to say my fitness was pretty much neglected as of late.

Yuki on the other hand was absolutely thriving out here. 

“The sun feels so good,” she said quietly to me as we wandered through the trail. It was a beautiful day. I hadn’t realized that she’d enjoy the feeling of sun on her skin. I felt retroactively bad for depriving her all this time even though neither of us had known she could look human until yesterday. 

“Look Peter!” Yuki exclaimed loudly, grabbing onto my forearm. “You can see the mountains over there! And, oh my gosh, look at that bird! It’s so pretty!” she gushed. 

I couldn’t keep a smile off my face as I watched her excitement. It was contagious. 

“Very cool,” I agreed and Yuki looked so pleased that I’d validated her observations.

My parents also noticed and glanced at me with some very suggestive expressions on their faces, mainly my mother.

“Yuki,” my mom said, watching with interest as Yuki dropped her hand from my arm with uncharacteristic shyness. It was probably because Yuki was nervous about blowing her cover as a human.

“Y-Yes?” Yuki replied shyly.

“Where are you from? Peter mentioned that you just moved to Denver,” my mom said with a reassuring smile. It seemed to work since Yuki relaxed a bit.

“Um, Montana,” she said, just like I’d told her to. 

My dad hummed. “You liking it here?”

Yuki nodded, an easy smile lighting up her face.

“I like it here too, in case anyone was wondering,” I chimed in, and my parents laughed. 

“We didn’t forget about you, honey. But your new friend is just so sweet. What do you do for work, Yuki?” my mom asked.

I knew my mother would be like this. She was nosy by nature. But hopefully Yuki would be alright since we’d talked over her supposed backstory.

“I work for a cleaning agency,” Yuki said slowly. 

“Oh, that’s nice! Cleaning can be very therapeutic,” my mom said sagely. I huffed at her attempts at prying. 

Yuki didn’t seem to notice that my mom was hungrily digging for information, as she just said, “I love being useful!” with a cheery smile. 

My dad raised an eyebrow. 

“Yeah,” I said with a tiny laugh. “Yuki is always helping anyone who needs it, aren’t you?”

Yuki started purring from my praise so I coughed loudly before anyone could catch on to what she was doing. 

“You alright, Pete?” my dad asked, thumping me on the back.

“Fine,” I said, clearing my throat. “Just swallowed my spit wrong.”

“Don’t you hate when that happens?” my mom said with a shake of her head. 

Crisis adverted. 

*

When we got to the lookout over a deep canyon, we stayed and admired the view for a few minutes. My mom took about 100 pictures with all of us in various combinations and poses. Yuki seemed to be having a blast, grinning from ear to ear in every one. 

By the time we hiked back to our car, everyone was starving. 

My dad suggested we go out to lunch, and my mom readily agreed. Yuki didn’t say anything and I couldn’t think of a reason to decline the request, so we all started googling restaurants nearby.

The issue was that Yuki couldn’t eat. Or she could but she didn’t like to. For some reason, I’d failed to consider the possibility that my parents would want to take my new friend out to eat with us. I felt so dumb. I tried to come up with an excuse for why Yuki couldn’t eat but aside from disclosing some kind of anxiety or eating disorder, I had nothing.

“How about this one? It’s a local bistro, that sounds nice,” my dad suggested.

“Yuki? That sound good to you?” my mom asked.

Yuki looked at me and then back at my parents. “Whatever Peter wants, that’s what I want.”

I could feel my parents’ eyes on me but I just looked at Yuki. My cheeks were probably red but I could blame that on the sun.

“I’m good with that,” I said.

We piled into the car.

The bistro was very quaint. Yuki sat pressed against my side in the booth. While my parents had menus in their faces, she whispered, “My tail really itches but I can’t itch it because it’s gone,” with a sad little pout

I grimaced. “Just hold on a little longer, okay?”

Yuki nodded.

A middle aged lady walked up to our table to take our orders.

My parents got soup and salads, but I wasn’t a big fan of most soups and salads were probably my least favorite food type. 

“I’ll have the cheeseburger with no lettuce or tomato and can I make the fries steak fries?” I asked.

“Sure thing, hon,” the waitress said. “And you?” she asked Yuki.

I braced, waiting to see what she’d say. I’m not hungry, I have severe allergies so I don’t eat out, I’m in the middle of a cleanse and I can’t have anything but juice for two weeks…

Yuki said none of those things. 

“I’ll have the same as him,” Yuki told the waitress, looking at me.

Well, alright. We’d just have to make enough of her food disappear so that my parents didn’t notice that she didn’t eat. I brainstormed. Maybe we could hide it in napkins or something…

After the waitress disappeared with our menus, my parents got right back to their conversation. 

“So Yuki,” my mom started. “Do you have any plans for the holidays? Thanksgiving is only a few months away,” she said.

Yuki shifted her gaze to look at me. “Uh, I-I don’t think so.”

“No?” My mom’s expression turned sightly pitiful. “You should come to Wisconsin with Pete! We always have extra room at our house. We’d love to have you.”

My dad nodded along.

I rolled my eyes. Real subtle, Wendy. My parents were absolutely shameless in trying to get me a girlfriend. It was kind of endearing but ultimately annoying.

“Um, can I?” Yuki asked me, looking up pleadingly. Even though her eyes were an average shade of brown, the puppy dog effect still worked its usual magic on me.

“Of course. If you want to,” I said with a reassuring smile. 

“Okay!” Yuki’s face lit up into a breathtaking smile and I swear my heart grew three sizes like in The Grinch.

My mom threw me a knowing look that I ignored.

Luckily the waitress saved me by bringing our food out.

“That was fast!” my dad said.

“It looks great, thank you,” my mom told the waitress.

“Awesome, let me know if you need anything,” the waitress said and then walked off. 

My burger looked amazing. I was hungry enough that I dug in without really thinking about anything else, even though Yuki had the same huge portion in front of her that I knew she’d rather not eat. It wasn’t until I’d taken a few bites of juicy burger that I realized Yuki’s ingenious plan.

I watched her just to make sure my mind wasn’t playing tricks on me, but no. Yuki picked up her fork, stabbed her steak fries and brought them to her mouth. Only when they were about to breach her lips, they disappeared and she mimed chewing. In the same instant, my pile of fries grew on my plate. With each bite, she magicked her food onto my own plate. The same thing happened when she took a ‘bite’ of her burger. I stared at my own plate and saw the missing bites I’d already taken of my burger reappear whilst her own burger disappeared with each fake bite she took.

Yuki was an evil genius. Because now I had to eat two burgers and heaping portions of fries. 

I figured I needed to eat fast in order to keep up the charade before anyone noticed my food was refilling. It was easy enough at first since I was hungry, but by the time I’d eaten my entire portion and still had a half of a burger on my plate, I was getting full. Not to mention a large pile of steak fries. I shouldn’t have stuffed myself full of extra pancakes this morning.

My parents didn’t seem to notice anything amiss, thankfully. They continued on talking about how nice of an area my new house was in and how pretty the scenery was. Yuki and I nodded along, not contributing much.

I shifted, spreading my legs to give my belly more room because yes somehow my gut started filling up into my lap and hanging a tiny bit between my legs recently whereas before it would only barely brush against my lap. I was getting fatter everyday it seemed. And eating two entire entrees wasn’t going to help. Yuki’s plate was pretty much empty, and mine was still half full. Ugh.

I felt a tiny hand brush over my thigh and give it a supportive squeeze. Yuki. It gave me a little encouragement to keep going. 

While I probably had enough room to eat all of this, I knew I had to be able to get out of this booth and drive everyone home. 

Again, ugh.

I burped into my fist and then picked up the burger. Ate a few forkfuls of fries. More burger. I was getting pretty full, but it felt sort of good in a weird way. Like a nice stretch from the inside. It made me squirm in my seat a bit. I pressed on the side of my belly to relieve some pressure. More burger, more fries. Everyone else was finished eating and that made me feel strangely embarrassed to be the only person still stuffing their face. 

“The portion sizes are big here, huh?” My mom commented, watching me eat. My cheeks were surely on fire. “Just because Yuki ate it all doesn’t mean you have to dear,” she said. “Honestly, I don’t know where you put it, Yuki.”

Yuki smiled innocently. “Dunno either ma’am,” she replied.

“Oh sweetie, please call me Wendy!”

As they talked, I finally finished my final bite and leaned back into the booth with a groan. 

The waitress dropped off the bill and I had to fight my parents to let me pay for everyone. Once I got my receipt, I sighed and started shuffling out of the booth, wincing as my tender stuffed belly was jostled.

I really needed to quit this habit of overeating.

The whole ride home, I was stifling burps, belly bouncing at any bump in the road. I could feel Yuki’s gaze on me but I focused on the road instead. 

When we got back to my house, I offered to walk Yuki to her ‘car.’

My parents each gave her a hug goodbye, which again had my heart thumping way too hard in my chest. Yuki seemed to like the affection too, if her ear to ear grin was anything to go by. 

I walked Yuki to the end of the block where the woods got a little thicker. We hovered near the tree line and hopefully out of sight from our neighbors.

“Alright, you can, um, disappear back to the basement from here, right?” I asked.

Yuki hummed and nodded. “Can I go back to our room to sleep again tonight?” she asked.

My stomach filled with butterflies when she said ‘our room’ instead of ‘your room.’

“Of course,” I said and then Yuki stepped up to give me a hug, careful of my bloated tummy, and then promptly disappeared. 

My brain didn’t quite understand what I was seeing, Yuki there one second and gone the next, dissolving into thin air, but maybe that was a good thing. It’d probably break my mind if I attempted to comprehend it. 

When I walked back to my house, my parents were giving me this annoying look that basically said I’ve known you your whole life, you can’t pull one over on me!

“What?” I asked tiredly.

My mom seemed to visibly contemplate her answer before saying, “Your girlfriend is adorable.”

I eye-rolled hard enough to give myself a headache. My dad burst out laughing at me.

“Mom, Yuki is just a friend,” I said in the patient tone of voice that I often used at work.

“Mhmm,” she hummed, unconvinced. “Did you try telling her that? She looks like a lovestruck puppy every time you look at her.”

Yeah, that did sound like Yuki. I’d thought she’d toned it down today though… Did that mean her adoring looks were usually more intense than a lovestruck puppy? 

“Well—,” I started, but then I didn’t know what to say. “I’m going to shower off all this gross bug spray and sunscreen,” I announced and then practically ran upstairs, which was particularly impressive on such a full stomach.

“You’re not fooling anyone, Pete!” my mother called. 

“I’m going to put you in a nursing home if you don’t cut it out!” I called back.

*

That night, Yuki appeared in my bedroom after I’d gone to bed. I was so relieved to see her in her true form that I pretty much tackled her in a hug, which was usually the opposite of how it went with us.

“Oof,” Yuki huffed in surprise as I tugged her body into mine. She started purring immediately though.

“I missed seeing you like this,” I mumbled into her fluffy black hair. 

Yuki chirped. “Did I do good today?”

I hummed, rocking us both from side to side while we embraced. “You did perfect. Absolutely perfect.”

Yuki nuzzled me, careful of her horns. My heart felt so light I feared it would break through my chest and fly away. 

“My eyes got kind of dry and itchy after a while, and not having a tail made me feel a little off balance, but I will work on it! I’ll just get better every time!” she announced optimistically. 

“Of course you will. You’re incredible, Yuki.”

I pulled back just enough to look at her face. I wanted to see her eyes, her natural eyes.

She blinked owlishly at me, a watery smile on her face. I’d even missed seeing those shark teeth today.

“Your eyes are gorgeous, you know that?” I whispered. Looking at her now after seeing her in a human form all day, I finally noticed what it was about her eyes that enraptured me so. It wasn’t even the color, though that was the most noticeable thing. Nor was it the size, since her eyeball was fairly normal in size.

No, it was that the iris of her eye was far bigger than a normal person’s. The whites of her eyes were mere slivers on each side. That purple iris and huge black pupil were endearingly big, cartoonish even. It was just another thing that added to her beauty.

I yawned, still holding tight to Yuki’s waist.

“Bedtime?” Yuki whispered tiredly.

I loathed letting her go, but I knew we should both get some sleep. So I reluctantly opened my arms and watched her slither under my bed like she did every night. 

“Night, Peter,” said the quiet demon under my bed.

“Goodnight, Yuki.”

Even though Yuki was right below me, I felt lonely.

*

My parents flew out Sunday morning, leaving Yuki and I the entire rest of the day to recover from the stress of the weekend. Yuki was cuddly as usual, but a bit more clingy. Almost like she’d been when she first manifested here. I was clinging right back, to be honest. I didn’t want to examine why that was.

Either way, I decided that since Yuki’s human disguise had worked so well this weekend, that I could start integrating her into the human world a little bit. After all, I wanted Yuki to have some independence. 

So Yuki accompanied me to the grocery store that evening. She had on some sweatpants and a t-shirt, and by all means should have looked fairly average. But Yuki was still very beautiful without her demon features, and I became slightly worried as the humans in the grocery store seemed to notice this as well. It probably didn’t help that she was clinging onto me with no shame nor concept of PDA.

“Do humans always stare like this?” Yuki whispered once we’d gotten a cart.

“Sometimes,” I said, “when the person they’re looking at is very pretty.”

Yuki blushed adorably. She was basically glued to my side, hugging my arm and occasionally putting her face into my shoulder to hide from wandering eyes.

“Lots of impure thoughts going on here,” she said with a scrunched nose, glancing at fellow shoppers. I laughed. 

“Humans are a bit rotten, aren’t we?”

Yuki’s arms migrated to my middle to give me a tight squeeze. “Not Peter! Peter is a nice person. Never felt anything vile coming from you, never,” she said with a smile.

Ah, well, I guessed I should take that as a compliment.

“You can sense what they’re thinking just by being near them?” I asked while I examined the meat section. Chicken thighs were on sale. 

“Mhm! I can only tell when it’s a deviant thought. Pure thoughts are safe from me,” she said, than added, “I don’t really know how it works.”

I put my arm around her shoulder. “That’s alright. Thanks for telling me.”

Once we had all of the fresh ingredients from our list, I led Yuki to the bakery isle. I loved having bread with my meals. 

“Get this one!” Yuki picked up the biggest baguette and held it up to me with a grin. 

“Okay, fine,” I relented. We went through isle after isle and Yuki convinced me to add more food to my cart than I normally would. It was too hard to say no when she was just so excited over the most mundane things.

When we passed a little display that had glittery snow globes, Yuki basically lost her mind. She shook the thing and watched little reflective pieces float around with an awestruck look on her face.

“It’s soooo cool, can we get it? Please?”

Of course we got that snow globe. And then she smelled some candles that we just had to get! 

I never said no to anything she held up to me. Purple oven mitts, a sparkly keychain, a birthday card that sang a stupid song when it was opened… All things that Yuki didn’t need, necessarily. But Yuki wanted them, so she was going to get them. It was possible that I was spoiling her a bit. I reasoned that Yuki spoiled me too, so it all evened out in the end. 

By the time we were in the check out line, Yuki pretty much declared that she loved the supermarket. 

After the success of that first trip, I was happy to have Yuki tag along with me on other errands. She seemed to love being outside. When I’d come home from work, Yuki would sometimes tell me about how she’d taken to sitting on the patio in the afternoons, basking in the sun. So long as she was in her human form, she was welcome to do that. 

And so we settled into a new routine where Yuki had more freedom. She could go with me on errands and potentially in the future once she understood human customs a little better, she would be able to go places on her own. 

Just the thought of it made me feel a lot less guilty. Yuki was actually able to exist in the world without being held prisoner in my house now. It was a weight off my chest.

Ironically, the extra weight on my body hadn’t gone anywhere. Instead, I was just getting even fatter. It was out of control, really. I’d only had Yuki back in my life for four months, but I’d gained about 35 lbs. Every dinner was elaborate and delicious, and I typically ate every last bit. And these recipes made enough food for four people!!

It didn’t help that Yuki had begun dabbling in baking too. Now there were pies or cakes or pastries made every few days, and I’d of course eat multiple helpings of those every night after I’d digested enough from my dinner feast. 

As a result of all of this overindulgence, I started to be hungrier. In the mornings, a few pieces of toast or frozen waffles used to be enough to fill me up. Now after eating that, I was hungry by mid morning and would snack on vending machine food to tide me over until lunch.

My lunch order was growing along with my waist. It wasn’t intentional, but when I was hungry I had a propensity to over-order. And then when there was food in front of me well… 

I couldn’t blame this on Yuki, per se. She wasn’t making me hungrier. But she was encouraging this side of me. Any time I mentioned that my clothes were getting tight or that I should cut back, she’d tell me that she wanted me to be happy. That she could sense that I wanted to eat more. It wasn’t necessarily untrue; I enjoyed letting myself go, eating whatever I wanted, but it was a headache to have to buy new work clothes for the second time in just a few months. It wasn’t like I couldn’t get my clothes on or anything, but I didn’t want to torture myself by having my my pants digging into me all day while I was working, nor did I want to risk looking unprofessional in button downs that were loose enough to fit around me, but were tight enough that my flesh puckered around each button.

My gains were pretty obvious with or without new clothes. My belly, which before looked like a ball belly, or a beer gut, was now drooping a little over my waistband and forming rolls on my sides. My chest had puffed up too, forming two mounds of fat where before had been just hints of softness. Even my fingers looked puffy lately. My face wasn’t showing much, maybe some softness around my chin but, my belly was definitely taking the brunt of the gain, for sure. 

I wasn’t particularly bothered by it, which was probably weird. Most people would freak out if they gained so much weight so fast. But for some reason, I only felt like I should be upset, rather than actually feeling that way. It was embarrassing, sure, but not in a bad way. I shrugged it off pretty easily. 

As time went on, I began to consider that Yuki had been right about me and my so-called desires.

Eating whatever I wanted was fun. I grew used to being constantly full, and I found that having a full stomach was soothing in a way. Whereas before I would push these feelings away, shame and guilt eating at me, I now tried to embrace them. Yuki wanted me happy. Seeing me happy made her happy. Ergo… I should eat as much as my heart desires. For me. For her. 

The mental gymnastics necessary for me to reach this conclusion were irrelevant. 

What was relevant was that in a matter of weeks, I was up another 10 lbs. It wasn’t super noticeable, at least to me. Yeah so what if my gut was sitting more in my lap everyday? Or if my upper arms were getting puffier, and that my face and neck were getting thicker? That was normal for a man entering his 30’s!

Anytime I mentioned these changes to Yuki she would coo at me, saying how handsome I looked with a little softness added on. And she said everything so earnestly! I was pretty sure she wasn’t even capable of lying, so I believed her. 

Anyway. 

As one would suspect, I’d gotten a few lighthearted comments from other execs. My secretary at work, Denise, was too polite to make a comment, but she had been taking lingering looks at my belly, particularly if she’d just seen me eat a huge spread for lunch.

Overall, it wasn’t too bad. Most of the other men I worked with were overweight. The CEO was pretty portly himself, so most of the teasing was self-deprecating, and it never bothered me.

There was one issue, however, that needed to be resolved. 

I needed to get Yuki an identity. A real one. One that would let her get on a plane to Wisconsin come November because I’d promised Yuki that she could have Thanksgiving with my family. 

And yes, I was willing to commit a crime to make that happen. 

In order to get Yuki an enhanced ID good enough to go through airport security, I had to delve back into my old habits as a young teenager with way too much unsupervised internet access. 

I reintroduced myself to the dark web. 

It was a testament to how close I’d grown to Yuki that I was even willing to go to such lengths for her. 

Going on the dark web was my last resort. I had tried asking Yuki if she could make an ID for herself using demon magic, but she said that she had no power like that. She couldn’t conjure things from nothing, nor could she transform anything but herself, and even that only lasted a short period of time. Her ability to dissolve into shadows was also exclusive to only herself. Yuki explained that she couldn’t take anyone or anything with her when she did so.

So I got my VPN going and searched my way through darknets I hadn’t visited since I was in college. It took the better part of an afternoon before I found what I was looking for: someone who made and sold birth certificate and state ID forgeries. The person’s services supposedly included forging military ID’s and security badges good enough to get into the pentagon, so I hoped it was as legit as it seemed. It was insanely expensive (I only gave partial payment upfront, I’m not an idiot) and I had to send in several photos of Yuki’s human face so that the person could complete my order. It was supposedly going to arrive in my P.O. Box next month. 

Several thousands of dollars poorer, I would finally have a genuine identity for my strange, little lurking demon. I hoped she wouldn’t mind that I’d put my last name as hers as well. I just figured it would be easier that way. 

*

Soon, it was Halloween. We passed out candy all night, which Yuki found fascinating.

She probably made every kid’s night by sharing enthusiastic praise about every child’s costumes as they came up our walkway. I couldn’t help but grin at seeing her interact with humans. She was a bit childlike herself, especially when she got excited. She would gush over every cool mask or pretty dress. She squealed in delight at the one boy dressed as a superhero. 

And then at the end of the night, Yuki hand-fed me all of the leftover candies, looking all sweet and doting. 

No matter what she did, Yuki was always gentle, and kind, and caring, and beautiful, and…

Stop, I mentally slapped myself. 

Yuki’s (forged) ID came in in the mail with only a week to spare before our Thanksgiving trip to Milwaukee. I was a mess of nerves all week, worried about whether or not Yuki would be able to get through TSA with her forged license. I ate my stress a bit, munching on snacks all throughout my workday and eating my now-typical dinner feast.

The day of the flight, Yuki was a bundle of nerves, so I pushed my own worries down deep. I had to be strong for her. 

As we stood in line, I ran a hand over Yuki’s back. She was biting her lip and I knew that if she hadn’t been in her human form, her tail would have been nervously flicking from side to side. This had to work. We’d taken an Uber to the airport since it was cheaper than paying for parking, so if this forgery caused even the slightest of problems, we’d be stranded here with no real escape plan.

Think positively, I admonished myself.

Eventually, it was our turn to approach. I showed them our tickets on my phone, and then the man scanned my ID. The scanner light was all green. 

Yuki’s hand shook as she handed him her ID.

I tried not to look suspicious but I was sweating in places I didn’t even know I could sweat.

It turned green.

“Here you go, have a nice flight,” the man said in a monotone voice. I nodded and we hurried into the next line.

“See, it’s fine,” I told Yuki.

Yuki purred quietly.

“Peter’s amazing,” she said softly. 

The rest of the security check was uneventful, if you didn’t mind the casual verbal harassment from airport security as we loaded up our belongings to get x-rayed. That always seemed to happen whenever I traveled. I wondered why airport security was so grouchy. 

They did pat down Yuki’s back because apparently, her hair was too fluffy for the body scanner or something, but Yuki was her usual good sport about it as a woman ran her hand over Yuki’s shoulders and upper back. 

We made it through. I smiled to myself as we put our shoes back on. 

*

“AH! It’s so good to see you! How was the flight?!” My mom gushed. Yuki smiled sweetly, but she looked tired. Keeping her human form up for so many hours was draining, though I knew she wouldn’t complain.

“Not bad,” I said, hugging my mom and dad before putting mine and Yuki’s bags in the SUV.

“Didn’t like it,” Yuki said quietly. My mom cooed and pulled Yuki in for a motherly hug.

“Oh, was this your first time flying?”

Yuki nodded into my mom’s shoulder.

“I don’t like flying either,” my dad said. “Human’s aren’t supposed to be so high in the air.” He said it with a ‘tsk’ and a shake of his head.

Yuki met my eye and smiled like we had some kind of private joke. Because Yuki wasn’t human. And yet, she wasn’t meant to be up in the air either. She was meant to be very much below.

It was true that Yuki wasn’t a fan of flying. She hugged my arm and hid her face into it for the whole flight, shaking and whining whenever there was turbulence. I wished I could’ve given her something to relax but I honestly wasn’t sure if human medicine would even have an effect on her.

My parents, predictably, talked Yuki’s ear off for the whole drive. My childhood home wasn’t too far from the airport, so it only took about 20 minutes.

When we arrived, Yuki leaned very close to me. 

“I remember being here,” she said in a quiet voice. “Here is where I met Peter.”

I felt my cheeks heat. “Yeah,” I said, throat tight with… something.

But then my dad was getting bags from the trunk so I went over to help him. He had a bad back, so really he shouldn’t be lifting all that, but he never listens.

“I’ve set up Peter’s old room for you two,” my mom was telling Yuki.

“O-Oh,” Yuki said. She had to be exhausted. I needed to get her alone so she could transform back. She was pushing her limits.

“Wait, what?” I asked once my mom’s words registered.

My mother sent me an absolutely devious smile. “We made the guest room dad’s office so she’ll have to share with you. Don’t worry,” she said to Yuki, “the bed’s big enough for two.”

Yuki smiled and nodded. I looked at my dad pleadingly, but he just shrugged. He knew better than to interfere with Wendy when she was playing match-maker.

“Happy wife happy life,” he mumbled to me. 

My father probably deserved to be sainted for being married to my mom for all these years. 

Once we got the bags put away, Yuki and I had a second alone when my parents were downstairs ordering a pizza.

“Did I do… good?” Yuki asked, nuzzling my chest with her forehead. Her human form melted away, revealing the gray-tinted skin, horns, and tail, which was currently poking its way out of the waistband of her pants.

“You did amazing, Yuki,” I said, holding her close. She was pressed right against my belly, and she seemed to like how it felt, squeezing the rolls on my sides with her tiny hands. 

“Mmm, so tired,” she mumbled into my plush chest. 

“Go to sleep,” I whispered. “I’ll tell them you aren’t feeling well from the flight, okay?”

Yuki groaned lightly which I took as an affirmative. 

“Get some rest,” I said, leaning back to look at her face. I cupped her chin in my hand. She blinked her owlish purple eyes at me sleepily. “I’ll be back up later.”

Yuki grinned and her predatory teeth dazzled. “Peter’s the best,” she said as she slithered under the sheets. We hadn’t discussed her sleeping on the bed rather than under like she did at home, but Yuki was so exhausted that I didn’t correct it. “Peter always takes such good care of me,” she mumbled into the pillow. She dissolved into a fit of boneless, relaxed purring.

Oh no. 

Yuki’s words hit like bullets to the chest. 

Peter always takes such good care of me.

I’m not supposed to feel this way. I had promised myself.

Yuki was docile. Worshipful. That was just how Yuki was. It wasn’t a reflection of how she truly felt about me, was it? She’d say this to anyone in my position.

It didn’t mean she… wanted me. 

I went downstairs. 

“Where’s Yuki?” My mom immediately asked.

“She wasn’t feeling great from the flight still,” I said. “Decided to turn in early.”

“Oh, that’s too bad. Well, we ordered extra pizza since we thought she’d be eating but…” my dad looked me up and down. “Maybe that was a blessing in disguise.”

“Ken!” My mom smacked him with a kitchen towel. 

“No, he’s right. I guess I’ve let myself go recently. Job stress,” I said with a shrug. 

“That’s perfectly normal,” my mom chimed in. “Eat as much as you want.”

I did. Probably a whole pizza and a few slices extra. I ate until I felt vaguely sick, which was turning into my default setting as of late. 

I crawled into bed next to Yuki with a sore stomach, bloated from all the carbonated pop and cheesy-meaty pizza. I burped into my fist a few times as I got settled. Yuki didn’t stir, but she shifted closer to me once I got settled.

“Hick, ugh,” I groaned quietly. My poor stomach was gurgling, struggling to digest.

Yuki turned, and her hand landed on the crest of my gut. I stared at her to see if she was awake. She looked asleep. Steady breathing, eyes closed. 

Her fingers slid under the hem of my t-shirt.

I felt myself slipping to sleep as well. The last thing I remember was feeling her hand softly rubbing my belly in soothing circles.

*

Thanksgiving was a parade of gluttony. It was one of my favorite holidays.

Even as a kid, I loved watching football with my dad, eating until I was groaning, and then getting multiple helpings of dessert after. 

Waking up in the middle of the night to have leftovers.

It was comforting in a way.

Yuki seemed to have recovered well overnight. She took her time getting ready before she left the bedroom, only donning her human form at the last second. 

“Sure you’ll be okay all day today?” I asked, slightly worried. Yes, she’d done well at the airport in her disguise, but today would be more hours. I didn’t want her to be uncomfortable.

“Mhm!” Yuki said cheerily. She latched onto me like a leech, wrapping me in her arms. I knew if her tail was out, it would’ve been wound around my leg. “Today will be different! Can feed off of Peter today, yes, your aura should be so very filling for me today,” she said. I yelped when her little teeth bit my upper arm where it was most flabby. 

“Yuki,” I scolded.

The little demon knew she had me wrapped around her finger, as she just giggled and kissed the sore spot. I was grateful she didn’t do that with her normal teeth.

Although, under a certain circumstance, those teeth could feel…

Danger. Stop. This train of thought is prohibited.

We made our way downstairs where my dad had already gotten the turkey in the oven and my mom was making eggs and bacon to tide us over until dinner.

We took seats at the kitchen barstools.

I watched my mom plate Yuki up some breakfast and licked my own lips in anticipation.

This time, I was excited at the prospect of secretly eating double. I don’t know what exactly changed since the last time she’d done this, but now I wanted it. I wanted to eat as much as I could. I knew it would feel good. I felt warmth spreading through me, pooling in my gut, just thinking about it.

So when Yuki took a big heaping bite of bacon, I stuffed some of my own bacon in my mouth. Sure enough, Yuki magicked her food into my mouth and I smiled as I chewed through a doubled mouthful.

I felt immense satisfaction as I scarfed down two giant platefuls. I also felt very full.

Yuki blinked at me with her typical adoring gaze. I put a hand on her leg under the bar, thinking she was feeling as satisfied as I felt.

“More please!” Yuki said innocently.

I bit the inside of my cheek. 

“You’re feeling very devious today, aren’t you?” I murmured quietly to Yuki as my mom eagerly refilled her dish.

Yuki giggled. “I can sense it.”

I frowned at her. “Sense what?”

“Can sense the impure thoughts you’re having about being a glutton. It’s making me feel oh so floaty!” she whispered with a slightly crazed smile. 

Impure thoughts. About being a what?

But I didn’t get to ask because my mom was walking up to the kitchen island and handing Yuki a plate. 

Now to awkwardly chew without being noticed since I was supposed to be done eating… I hid my mouth behind my napkin as Yuki scarfed down ‘her’ second helping.

I sat down on the couch to watch the game. Yuki had offered to help my mom, unsurprisingly. I watched out of the corner of my eye as Yuki dutifully sliced potatoes. 

I had hoped to digest more of my breakfast, but it seemed like no time at all had passed before it the turkey was done and I was setting the dining room table. 

I didn’t’ know what was wrong with me, but I was feeling that same perverted sort of excitement I’d felt earlier. Even though I wasn’t at all hungry, I just. Wanted food anyway.

“Let’s say grace,” my mom said once all of her side dishes had been plated around the big golden-brown bird in the center of the table.

“Bless us, oh Lord, for these thy gifts….” We recited.

Yuki went ridged before she started to squirm uncomfortably in her chair next to me. 

“Amen!” 

Yuki melted back into her seat.

“Who wants white meat, who wants dark?” My dad asked, getting up to start carving.

The next hour or so was a blur of flavors. Every bite I took, I was getting a surprise second bite from Yuki. Sometimes the combinations were better than others. Mashed potatoes and turkey? Great. 

Green bean casserole and cranberry sauce? Not so great.

But. I kept eating beyond all common sense, because that was what Thanksgiving was about as far as I was concerned. 

Everyone was groaning appreciatively at the flavors, paying compliments to my dad (for the turkey) and to my mom (for everything else). Long after everyone else claimed themselves to be stuffed, leaned back in their chairs and wishing they had worn stretchy pants, I kept eating. My stomach was aching by then, but I didn’t care. I’d unbuttoned my pants in preparation before we’d even started eating so I wasn’t phased. And it all tasted so good. Yuki seemed to know it too, as she kept eating as well, secretly feeding me every bit.

I lost count of how many rolls, how many helpings of turkey, potatoes, casseroles, corn I’d eaten. It was an excess, that was all I knew. And when I truly felt like I couldn’t eat even one more bite, absolutely stuffed, painful stretching and shooting pains from my absolute tank of a gut filling my lap, Yuki pushed one more bite of buttery bread down.

I couldn’t help but moan around it.

“We really did a number on that bird, didn’t we?” My mom was boxing up leftovers and yes, there was only about a quarter of the turkey left. The rest of the dishes were either gone or nearly. 

It was easily enough food for six people, but three had almost wiped the table clear.

I felt a sick sense of pride, even though my gut ached something fierce and all I wanted to do was lay down.

“Ate too much?” My dad asked. I was in a major food coma, watching Yuki’s fluffy black hair fall over one shoulder as she helped pick up plates.

“You could say that,” I wheezed.

*

After our trip to Wisconsin, something between Yuki and I changed. It was like some kind of wall had crumbled. Neither of us were acting differently per se, but there was an energy there that hadn’t been there before. Knowing glances replaced innocent ones. I replaced my favorite belt with a larger one.

Whatever was going on with us, this feeding thing, it was no longer ignorable. Before, I could write it off. Yuki was simply engrossed in her new hobby, cooking, and of course my waistband was suffering because of it. That made sense. And Yuki used to have to push me to overeat, back when I was still in denial about how much I liked it. 

Then, over time, it became more natural to let myself indulge. I didn’t need prompting to eat enough food for four people at meals anymore. But lately… It was more than indulgence. I was falling into a cycle of gluttony. And I knew that Yuki was pleased at herself for thoroughly corrupting my self-control. 

I wished I didn’t find it incredibly attractive.

I did.

Soon the first snowfall of the season was upon us. Denver didn’t get as cold as the midwest winters I was used to, but the storm that came in early December was substantial. We stayed inside, bundled up in blankets cuddling on the couch as we watched it fall. Yuki made me a hot chocolate.

“The snow looks so fluffy,” Yuki commented, and a contented chirp rumbled from her chest. 

“We can go out there if you want. But it’s cold,” I warned her.

Yuki’s cheeks flushed with her excitement. “Really?!”

Just that look on her face made me inhale shakily. This was so dangerous. I had been ignoring this feeling for months. 

I couldn’t ignore it right then. Not with Yuki’s purple eyes glittering, staring at me like I was her entire universe.

I was falling in love with my demon. 

We went outside. Yuki didn’t like being cold as a general rule. She much preferred the heat, as evidenced by her scalding hot baths. But still, she excitedly tromped all around our backyard, even sticking her tongue out to catch some snow flakes.

“Let’s make snow angels,” I said. 

“Okay!” Yuki nodded, happy to go along with any suggestion of mine. Then, “What are those?”

After a short explanation, I lowered myself onto the wet, snowy ground. This was a lot more fun when I was a kid, I realized. Yuki followed along until we were both settled in the white snow. 

“Now you just move your arms and legs like this,” I said, demonstrating. 

“Oh my!”

Yuki giggled happily as we made snow angels. 

“Now, here’s the most important part,” I said. “You have to try to get up without messing up your angel.”

Yuki’s brow furrowed. I couldn’t help but smile, thinking I’d never seen such a look of serious concentration on her face.

I tried getting up, noting that it was more difficult since I’d last done this. I didn’t generally get on the floor often, and I definitely hadn’t done it since about 30 lbs ago. 

I felt my belly awkwardly pushing into my leg as I got myself into a kneel. I had to take a second to catch my breath.

“Okay, let’s see how we did.” I pushed myself up and then jumped out of my angel. I didn’t do a great job; there was a big boot print in my angel’s wing.

Yuki did much better. Hers was pristine. 

“SO COOL!” she gushed. I quickly had an armful of a squirming Yuki. She nuzzled me, even licked my neck, which I thought was a rather strange thing to do, but well. That was Yuki for you.

Yuki purred against me. We risked her coming outside in her true form since her horns were covered by a hat and her tail was tucked somewhere in her snow pants. Her ashen cheeks were pink from the cold and her eyes reflected the white that was falling around us. I found myself looking at her lips. 

They were turning a bit blue.

I wondered if she was really purring that hard or if she was trembling from the cold.

“We should go inside and warm up,” I said.

“O-O-ka-ka-ka-y,” she said through a frozen tremble. Her smile didn’t dim at all even as we shuffled inside. 

We shed our wet outer garments and thawed on the couch covered in blankets. It was perfect. I couldn’t ever remember a day when I’d been more at peace. 

Especially when Yuki decided to warm up the house by baking cookies. I may have eaten 10 in one sitting. 

 I got up to go to the bathroom later that day and was shocked at how fat I looked in my reflection. Sure, I had decided to just embrace my climbing weight since it seemed to make Yuki and Iboth happy. But seeing myself was still jarring sometimes. 

I had a proper double chin these days. My arms, which used to be toned and muscled, now looked swollen with fat. Even my wrists and hands were pudgy. My legs weren’t really that big; I was decidedly top-heavy, but even so, my thighs had started to rub together. My gut was surely the biggest thing about me, but my love handles had swelled to the point where I had an exaggerated muffin top at all times now. I could see that my belly was drooping too. I could barely see my pants-button. And of course when I turned to the side to look at my profile, it was even more obvious how fat I was. My stomach stuck out far enough that it was a little hard to hold my belly button with both hands. I lifted my belly up and watched it jiggle as I let it go.

“Peter! Dinner!” Yuki called.

I sighed and patted my stomach. 

“Be right there!”

* 

December was flying by. In what seemed like no time at all, I woke up one morning realizing it was nearly Christmas. I shuffled out of bed rubbing my tired eyes. I could hear Yuki’s heavy sighs and occasional purrs from under my bed and I couldn’t help but smile fondly. 

Yuki was not a morning person. She only got up when I was about tot leave to say goodbye to me before I went to work, and even then she always looked sleepy and soft. With swollen eyes and a wrinkles from her pillowcase on her cheeks.

God. Ever since I admitted to myself that I had feelings for Yuki it was like I couldn’t help but thinking of her all the time anymore. My love for her was spilling over into my every waking thought. I was turning into such a sap. 

I didn’t act on my feelings. For one, I wasn’t sure if Yuki could even feel romantic love. She wasn’t human. It was easy to forget because she was so kind, compassionate, caring, all attributes that I associated with humanity. But she was a demon and I wasn’t sure if she was capable of human love. I knew Yuki cared about me in her way, but caring about someone and loving them were different. I didn’t know if I could handle it if I confessed only to have her say she couldn’t reciprocate.

For two, I recalled all of the workplace harassment training I’d taken for my job. Hours of my life sitting through modules where relationships with power imbalances were discussed, along with the potential legal ramifications for engaging in such a relationship. Of course, these were geared toward workplace relationships. It’d be unethical for me to date someone in my company, particularly someone who I was a direct supervisor to. 

But after everything that happened when Yuki reappeared in my life, I was certain that Yuki and I were in a similar situation. After all, she was beholden to me. She was my demon. That was an uneven power dynamic if I’d ever heard one. And I’d repressed my own growing feelings for her because, on some level, I thought that I would be taking advantage of her if I ever acted on my feelings. And Yuki’s docile nature didn’t dispel that illusion for me. It felt wrong to force my affections on her, even though it was usually Yuki who initiated physical affection. Cuddling could be platonic, after all, so I still felt weird about aiming for more than that. 

But I wasn’t so sure anymore. Yuki had the ability to have her own life outside of me now. She’d met my parents, gone out in public with me several times, and we were working on her becoming even more independent. So maybe it could work. Maybe it wouldn’t be wrong to love her. 

Assuming Yuki returned my feelings, of course. 

I splashed cold water on my face to wake me up before I went downstairs to eat some breakfast. I’d always started my day with a hearty breakfast, but lately I’d been waking up ravenous. My stomach would rumble like I hadn’t eaten in weeks like I hadn’t in fact eaten a meal for four only ten hours earlier. 

I threw four frozen waffles into the toaster and started the coffee machine. I picked at some cookies while I waited. It seemed like only a short while ago, two waffles would be more than enough to hold me over until lunch. But of course, I now needed at least five. I could probably eat eight if I really put my mind to it.

I loaded up my coffee with flavored creamer and sat down with my syrup and waffles. As I stuffed my face, I thought about the upcoming holiday. I had my last week of work and then my parents would be flying in for Christmas. 

I also had the annual Christmas party for work to attend. It wasn’t mandatory, but it would look bad if I didn’t show up, seeing as it was my first year working as an exec.

It was black tie, and so I’d had to order a new tux for the occasion. I was debating asking Yuki to accompany me. My secretary, Denise, said that most people bring a date. A spouse, a fiancé, a fling…

I had none of the above, but I did have a Yuki. 

Would that be weird? Would Yuki even want to go? Moreover, Yuki didn’t have any formal clothes. I’d have to take her shopping. It sounded like a chore, but then the more I thought about it, I realized seeing Yuki try on clothes might be sort of fun. She’d surely look stunning in anything she wore…

I put away my dishes and got dressed. Yuki slithered out from under my bed while I was tying my tie. 

“Leaving?” She asked. I nodded. “I’ll miss you!” Yuki clung to my middle and nuzzled my chest. I could feel myself blushing. 

“I’ll miss you too. Be good,” I said, petting her hair. She purred lethargically. 

“Always good,” she mumbled.

“I know you are.”

*

I didn’t bring up the Christmas party until I got home that night. Yuki was finishing off a big pan of shrimp Alfredo that smelled absolutely delicious. She put the fettuccine into a pot of boiling water, tail swaying from side to side as she did. She always cooked barefoot, tiny gray-ish feet padding around the kitchen tiles as she stirred and chopped. 

“Hey Yuki,” I said.

“Mmm?”

“How would you feel about going somewhere with me? For my work.”

Yuki tilted her head, considering. “Go somewhere?” she echoed. “I’ve never been to Peter’s work.”

I smiled. “I know. Ah, well, it’s a work party. So it isn’t actually the place I really work at. But most of the people there will bring someone. I thought, maybe, if you wanted to, I could bring…you,” I said lamely. I felt like a goddamn middle schooler, stuttering trying to ask out some girl. 

But Yuki just lit right up. Her face brightened into a pleased and slightly surprised smile, and she hopped a little in place, clapping her hands together.

“Peter wants me to go with him! Of course I’ll go! Any place with Peter there will be the best place for Yuki to be,” she said with a feverish smile. She even ran over to where I was sitting at the kitchen bar to hug my arm to her chest.

“I’m glad,” I said, putting my arm around her instead and pulling her into a proper hug. “We’ll have to get you a nice dress to wear. It’s kind of fancy,” I said. 

Yuki lifted her head super fast at that, and I dodged blindness by horn-point. 

“I get to wear a dress?!” she whisper-yelled.

“You sure do,” I said. 

“EEEE!”

It turned out that getting Yuki a dress wasn’t actually too hard. I recalled how Yuki used to be scared at when we went out in public at first, as she was naturally a bit flighty and nervous, but over time, she began to love being around other people. 

The sales attendant that helped Yuki pick out her dress (she ended up choosing a gorgeous midnight blue number, floor-length with silver accents) chatted Yuki up and I could tell, Yuki liked the attention. It helped that everything she tried on looked gorgeous on her. Even without her demon features, she was a knockout. 

Apparently Yuki was a winter undertone so cool colors will compliment best… I didn’t know what any of that meant, so I just nodded along and swiped my card to pay for it and carried the garment bag to the car. 

 The day of the party, I decided to step on the scale for the first time in a while. It wasn’t like I was avoiding it, but I had been sort of enjoying the mystery of not having my weight gain confirmed. It was nice to think I might still be somewhere around 280. 

When the scale said 303, I bit my lip. Well, I supposed I’d maybe been underestimating just how many extra calories I’d been eating every day. How could I have put on another 20 pounds without hardly noticing? Sure it was the holiday season so everyone was gaining a bit of winter fluff, but this was putting my gain at over 50 lbs in just 6 months. That seemed… substantial. 

I decided not to think too hard about it, and just started getting dressed instead. My new was loose actually, which was good. With the way I was going, it probably wouldn’t be loose on me for long.

Meanwhile, Yuki was nearly bouncing off the walls with excitement as she got ready. 

She looked stunning. She’d even curled her hair with the new curling iron we’d picked up, so her black hair fell in silky spirals on her back. 

The saleswoman at the dress shop must’ve been onto something because Yuki’s pale skin looked fantastic against the deep blue tones of her dress. And even though I missed her purple eyes, she was still a sight to behold in her human guise. 

“What do you think?” Yuki asked, giving me a little twirl. And was I imagining it, or were her cheeks looking a little pink?

“You look absolutely beautiful, Yuki,” I said. 

Yuki’s face lit up and she swayed on her feet a little from the compliment. It was so cute how flustered she got sometimes.

“I think Peter looks the most beautiful,” Yuki muttered. She was definitely blushing now, but so was I.

So I just held out my arm. “Let’s go.”

*

Everyone at the party thought Yuki was my girlfriend. Maybe I should’ve foreseen this and prepared for it, but for some reason it hadn’t even occurred to me. Stupid.

“Oh my, I didn’t realize Peter had a partner, it’s so nice to meet you.”

“And who might you be? Peter never mentioned having such a beautiful girlfriend.”

It just went on and on like that with every acquaintance I came across. I didn’t correct anyone, because me having Yuki as a girlfriend was much more believable than the truth.

Yuki, for her part, did extremely well. She didn’t talk much, but that was mostly because she was still pretty shy around big groups. She only replied to direct questions, or said “Nice to meet you as well,” and she didn’t let go of my hand the whole time. 

Meanwhile, everyone we passed couldn’t seem to keep their eyes off of her. I didn’t blame them, she was radiant. If only they knew how much more beautiful she was in her true form… Still, the attention was a bit much. Men’s eyes followed her around the room. I imagined them wondering to themselves how I was able to find someone as gorgeous as Yuki looking how I did. For some reason, their jealousy was turning me on. I felt sort of like an asshole for thinking it, but I was oddly pleased at the amount of attention Yuki was receiving. There was something so hot about having the most attractive person in a room, when they only have eyes for you.

If only Yuki really felt that way about me. 

“How are you feeling? So far so good?” I whispered to Yuki as we finally made our way to our table for dinner. 

“Mhm!” Yuki nodded her head enthusiastically. “Everybody is so nice. I feel so energized from all of the envy and greed here. Very lush,” she said with a tiny giggle. 

“Envy and greed huh… I suppose that is the world of business,” I acknowledged with a laugh. 

We found our table pretty easily; we were sitting with a few executives I liked and their spouses. I was relieved that Carl wasn’t sitting near me. That man was insufferable. 

We got our champagne and listened to our CEO give a brief speak before we cheers-ed. Yuki had never tried alcohol before, so I told her to just take a tiny sip or not drink it at all. 

I watched out of the corner of my eye as she sniffed the glass, made a face, and then pushed it into my hand.

One of my colleague’s wives noticed and said, “Don’t like it?” When Yuki shook her head, she said, “I never used to either. It’s an acquired taste.”

“I don’t think that is a taste I will be acquiring, ma’am,” Yuki said with a worried expression. The woman laughed.

“Oh my, you’re such a sweetie!” 

I was inclined to agree. 

After a few minutes, they started bringing food out, and I was relieved. Even though I’d hit the appetizer tables a little hard, that fancy finger food hadn’t done much to stave off my hunger. I was starving. 

As had become our routine, I ate my food while Yuki covertly magicked her own food on my plate. Over the course of the dinner, I ate two helpings of salad, soup, porterhouse steak, mashed potatoes and gravy, and finished off with two big slices of cake. I was feeling pretty stuffed and drowsy after so much rich food. Yuki seemed worn out as well, since I knew that keeping up her human appearance was tiring, and socializing with so many people was out of her comfort zone. We decided we would have a photo taken of us in front of the gorgeous holiday display and then leave early. The photographer had a short line, so we made our way over there to get that done before we planned to slip out of the party. 

Yuki slipped her small arm around my middle and squeezed at the flesh there. 

“Thank you for bringing me,” she purred, tucking herself into my side.

“Of course, Yuki. I wouldn’t want to be here with anyone else.”

Her hands rubbed my swollen sides. 

“I love Peter. Peter’s the best. Always… always so nice to me,” Yuki murmured sleepily. I instantly froze. Yuki… Yuki said what? She… loved me?

“Next!” the photographer called, and oh my god that was us. Of course it would be. Of course I wouldn’t be able to talk to her about what she’d just said. 

Yuki pulled away and we positioned ourselves where we were directed. 

“Now smile on three. One, two, three!”

Flash. 

I started walking in a daze. It felt like time had stopped the minute I’d heard Yuki say she loved me. Did she actually say that? Was I projecting? Memory is fallible so it was hard to say… 

“And then, when the picture comes in, can we put it on the fireplace? In a nice frame. Because we have so many nice pictures on there already, but none of them have me in them, so I was thinking, maybe you would like it if there was one of us on there. Do you think we can do that? Please?” Yuki rambled as we walked towards the doors. 

I tried to focus back on what she was saying. “Sure, I’d like that,” I said quickly.

“Yay! I’m so excited to see it,” she chirped. 

*

We were almost to the exit of the venue when I heard someone call my name.

“Peter, leaving so soon?”

Carl Wellington, the man I’d successfully avoided all night (until now, that is) was walking towards us.

I was instantly irritated. Yuki stiffened next to me. I glanced over at her, and the look on her face… it was like nothing I’d ever seen before. Even without the horns or anything, she looked… menacing.

A low, rumbly growl started emanating from her chest as Carl walked closer. 

“What..?” I began to say, but then Carl started speaking.

“Oh my.” He genuinely looked surprised as he glanced between Yuki and myself. After a moment, a look of realization dawned on his face. “Ol’ Saint Pete has himself a demon? Now that is unexpected,” Carl said, and I could see something far more evil showing in his face than I ever had before. His eyes looked… void of any humanity altogether. His pupils were dilated and cruel. 

“A d-demon?” I echoed dumbly.

Yuki growled louder, even going so far as to put her arm in front of me and taking a step forward. The shadows in the room suddenly seemed darker. I swear I saw Yuki’s human guise flickering in and out, but any time I noticed purple eyes or horns or shark teeth, they were gone in the next moment. 

“Stay away from him,” Yuki snarled, and her voice sounded horrible. Her growl had turned into more of a hiss. The sound made me feel a chill down my spine. I felt goosebumps rising on my arms. I glanced around, all the sudden nervous about someone witnessing this altercation, but luckily the hall was empty aside from us. 

“I didn’t realized another of us had already claimed you, Peter.” 

Wait, had he said another one of us?

Carl’s eyes lingered on Yuki. “She is lovely. And very attached, I see.” His gaze bounced between Yuki and I with an intelligent glint that I absolutely hated. “Well, that does explain your good fortune. But my, how interesting. I’m oh so glad I was able to run into you both. This has been very informative. Have a pleasant night you two,” Carl said with thick condescension, and then he turned on his heel and walked away. 

I watched, shocked and bewildered by the entire conversation, as Carl disappeared back into the main banquet room.

Beside me, Yuki was no longer growling. In fact, she was shaking. I watched as her eyes welled with tears.

“Yuki, it’s okay. Come on, he’s gone. We need to get out of here, let’s go,” I said. 

Yuki slumped like a deflated ballon and let herself be led outside and to the parking lot. 

My mind was reeling as I buckled her into the front seat of my car. I’d never seen Yuki so hostile before. And what in the world was my colleague? Was he a demon too? 

Yuki made a pitiful, whining sort of sound, like a wounded dog, as I put the car into gear and started driving.

I reached over and put my free hand on her thigh, rubbing soothing circles into her skin with my thumb.

“It’s alright, you’re okay,” I said gently. I had to keep it together, since clearly whatever Carl was, Yuki was afraid of it. 

“S-Sorry,” Yuki mumbled after a few minutes of silence. I looked at her before quickly shifting my gaze back to the road.

“For what?”

“Was s’posed to protect Peter, but I got scared,” she sniffled. “Bad Yuki.”

“Huh?!” My face twisted in confusion. “Yuki, you did protect me. You were marvelous. A bit scary, honestly, but amazing nonetheless. I was the one who was helpless back there.”

Yuki pursed her lips like she didn’t agree. 

“What was that anyway? Is Carl… a demon too?” I asked hesitantly. I mean, it wouldn’t be so hard to believe. Carl certainly acted devilish at times. 

Yuki shook her head before leaning over the console to put her forehead against my bicep.

“Not a demon. But he’s being possessed by one,” she mumbled.

My eyebrows shot up. That sounded worse for some reason.

“He’s… possessed?” 

“Mhm,” Yuki mumbled. “Not by a very strong demon, though. Just a demon of greed. It’s clinging to the man’s soul, using his body,” Yuki said quietly.

I tried to pretend that this wasn’t the most horrifying thing I’d ever heard. 

Jesus. How many people in the world had demons attached to them right now? How many do I see everyday without ever knowing? How many were as good as Yuki? Probably not many. 

That wasn’t terrifying or anything. 

“If he’s possessed,” I considered for a second, “is there something we can do to get the real Carl back?” I asked. 

Yuki hummed, thinking. “Demons like that can’t possess just anyone. The person has to let them in,” Yuki said. “It’s not like in the movies. It was probably able to take over because Carl wanted whatever it is that the demon was offering.”

“A deal,” I said, remembering a very young Yuki in my basement, desperate for one hair off of my head in exchange for her protection. I wondered what Carl had wanted badly enough to make a deal like that, but then I didn’t really want to think about Carl’s possession anymore.

When Yuki changed the subject, I was grateful. 

“Those kinds of us aren’t usually very strong. I guess I froze up back there because…” Yuki sighed heavily. “I was still scared like how I used to be b-before. Before I met Peter. I forgot that I’m stronger now.”

I pondered that for a second before speaking. “You thought it’d be like it was when you were with your siblings?” I guessed.

Yuki whined in confirmation. 

“It won’t ever be like that again, do you hear me?” I told her. “Because I have the best demon, don’t I?” Warmth bled into my tone as I spoke. “I have the smartest, sweetest, most incredible demon in the world. And no one is better than you, Yuki. No one.”

Yuki sniffled before smiling a little. “You mean it?” she asked.

“Of course I do.”

Yuki didn’t say anything for a while, so I risked a glance over at her and oh god, she was giving me that look. The one that melted my heart like candle wax. The devoted, worshiping, loving, look. Damnit. 

The car felt too stuffy all off the sudden, but we were nearly home already, so I only had to bear it for a few more minutes before we were pulling into the garage. 

Except that tight feeling in my chest didn’t ease once we got inside the house. No, it was getting strong and stronger every second.

It was like my body could’t contain all of the emotions I felt for Yuki. They were spilling out, bubbling over like a pot left unattended. 

I made myself act normal despite the storm brewing in my head. 

Yuki and I were both tired from the party, and worn out from the confrontation with another demon (I had yet to fully process that to be honest) and our conversation in the car. 

We headed up to our bedroom to get ready for bed. I started to untie my tie, but I kept messing it up with my shaky hands.

“Here, let me,” Yuki said quietly. Her hands gently pushed mine aside and she started to slowly undo the knot. Then she started unbuttoning my shirt. She was looking at me demurely, shyly, peeking up at me from beneath her lashes, slowly undoing each button one at a time. 

We were standing very close to each other. I looked down at her since she was shorter. 

Then, and all at once I blurted out what I’d been wanting to ask all night, “Let me see your real face.” 

Yuki looked up at me in surprise. But whatever expression she saw in my face seemed to reassure her, and after a second, her human disguise melted away. 

I was looking down at my beautiful demon, my scary gorgeous, sweet demon. Her purple eyes glittered in the soft light from the bedside lamp. Her razor-sharp teeth shone as she smiled up at me. Her glossy black horns framed her face, and her tail poked its way out of her dress to caress my ankle. 

I loved her so much it ached. 

I was about to do something I might later regret. But, in that moment, there was nothing I could do about it. It felt like if I let that moment pass, I was sure that I would miss my chance forever. 

So I leaned down. 

Yuki caught on to what I was doing and met me halfway. Our lips met in the middle, and it was everything I had wanted for so long. I was instantly groaning and grabbing at her shoulders to mesh our lips together more deeply. 

Yuki purred, and I could feel it in my own chest, since she was pressed against me. Her hands wound around my waist, fondling and squeezing at the rolls on my sides. It felt so good, so incredibly good. 

I opened my mouth for more, and Yuki did the same, our tongues swirling together. I felt the edge of one of her teeth brush lightly against my tongue, and I swear something about the threat of getting nicked by one of those sharp things was just making me burn even hotter.

Eventually, I moved to kissing Yuki’s neck. She was moaning softly and chanting my name as I kissed every part of her I could reach.

“Peter Peter Peter Peter…”

Yuki’s tail was moving up my right leg, squeezing and un-squeezing around my calf. It should have been weird, but it was just another sensation adding to my arousal. 

I pulled back, loving how wrecked Yuki looked. Eyes glassy, cheeks flushed even through her natural ashen skin. 

“Yuki, about earlier,” I started to say, but then I felt nervous. She was still clinging to me, looking up at me like I was her world. “You said something. Back when we were about to have our photo taken….Uhm, you said you loved me,” I said, voice a little uneven. “What-what did you mean by that?”

Yuki blinked slowly. Her purr came back in full force and she leaned her head into my chubby chest to nuzzle at me.

“I said I love Peter! And I do, I love you Peter. Peter finally kissed Yuki!” she muttered excitedly, the words still clear though slightly muffled by my chest. “I’m so happy,” she sighed.

I felt like I was on cloud nine. 

“You really do?” I asked, slightly amazed. 

“Mmmm, yes!” She sprang her head back up with a slightly feral grin on her face. “Does this mean Peter wants to be with me?”

I swear my heart nearly burst with how much I loved her just then. She was so freaking cute I could just squeeze her to death. 

But my logical head chimed in to dim my high before I got too carried away. 

“Only if you wantthat Yuki. Remember, you get to choose now. You always have a choice with me. If you don’t want to be with me like that, that’s fine. I’ll still be your Peter. You don’t have to be mine in that way if you don’t want to.” 

I tried to make myself sound objective, like Yuki wouldn’t be crushing my hopes and dreams by saying no. If that was what she wanted, that would be what she’d get. I would just have to bear it. She needed to choose me. 

No matter my own feelings, I didn’t want her that way if it wasn’t by her own choice.

Yuki pouted adorably. “But that’s all I want! Yuki wants to be Peter’s in every way,” she said, sounding petulant.

God, she really was precious, wasn’t she?

“You do? You want to be my partner? Romantically?” I needed clarification like I needed oxygen. Yuki looked a little fed up, rolling her eyes like I was just being stupid on purpose.

“Yes! Yuki already belongs to Peter. I want Peter to belong to me too!” she said, and her voice shaky with excitement. Her eyes were a little teary, but her smile could light up the darkest of rooms.

Overcome with emotion, I kissed her again, softly this time.

“I’m yours,” I whispered against her mouth. 

*

Yuki and I slept together (literally—we just slept, nothing else! Get your head out of the gutter) that night and I woke up to her sleeping half on top of me. Her tail had wrapped its way around my ankle and her hair was in my mouth and her chest was rumbling with a contented purr that made my own heart pitter patter. 

Typically, I didn’t linger in bed. I liked to get up, take a nice long morning shower, and then eat breakfast, since I usually woke up ravenous these days. But today, I let myself laze around in bed, enjoying the feeling of holding Yuki close. 

When Yuki woke up, she lifted her head and blinked dazedly for a few seconds before hugging me in a crushing grip. 

“Ah,” I gasped, “good… morning,” I huffed, getting the words out as best I could with a demon clinging onto my midsection. Her little arms dug into the ample flesh around my waist, and after a second, she relented her grip in order to kneed my softness. It felt so nice. 

“Mmmm, waking up next to Peter… It is a good morning,” Yuki said cheekily. 

I blushed, flustered at Yuki’s flirty tone.

Before I could reply, my stomach growled audibly.

Yuki popped up immediately at that, and I admired her morning face, puffy from sleep with lines from her pillowcase on her cheek.

“Peter’s hungry!” she exclaimed, wide-eyed. “I’ll go make something!” Yuki hopped off the bed, tail wagging behind her as she hurried out of the room and down the stairs. I blinked at the empty space in the bed.

Well, I supposed I should get into the shower. Yuki would probably have something cooked up by the time I got out. I shuffled to the bathroom with more of a kick in my step than usual. 

When I got in and soaped up my body, I found myself whistling to myself. 

I wasn’t put off by how jiggly I felt as I washed my belly, still riding high from my confession last night and Yuki’s eager reciprocation. 

After I got dressed, I followed the tantalizing smell of vanilla and cinnamon and went downstairs. Yuki was frying up some French toast and god did it smell amazing. 

“Here!” She shoved a plate stacked high with about for pieces of thick, brioche bread, which I then smothered in syrup and powdered sugar. 

I groaned at the taste. It was perfect, not overly sweet, gooey but not soggy. I inhaled my first plate and Yuki quickly served me up another. I sipped coffee with lots of creamer in between bites. Per usual, I overate. After possibly 12 slices, I felt full. My stomach was bloated up, and I rested a hand on the top where it jutted out from under my chest. But I kept going past common sense. It was getting easier and easier to eat past my limits every day, and Yuki was only making it easier by cooking up so much tempting food. 

I sighed heavily past my fullness and tucked into another helping. It was getting harder to swallow, each bite weighing heavily, like a cement block in my stomach.

Yuki took her usual place on my lap and started rubbing on my swollen, aching stomach. Only today, she started kissing and licking on my neck as I ate. If it was meant as a distraction, it surely worked, since I absentmindedly shoved more food into my mouth, focusing only on the hot lips and tongue loving on my neck. 

By the time I cleared that plate I felt sweaty and vaguely sick. Even Yuki’s hands weren’t soothing the stretched out skin on my belly. Even my loose cotton t-shirt felt too constricting, so I pulled it up over my belly, letting the cool air hit my poor skin. 

“Poor Peter, you ate too much,” Yuki cooed, and I watched, breathing harder than an athlete, and she slid down to her knees in front of me. I spread my legs and she glanced up at me from beneath her lashes. Her purple eyes were shining with a different sort of look than I was used to. It was a devious look, surely, but also tender. 

She watched me and kissed my poor abused belly before reaching underneath it to fiddle with the waistband of my sweatpants.

“Yuki,” I tried to say, not wanting her to feel obligated to go any further than kissing, but she didn’t listen. 

She kissed my belly again, open mouthed. “Need you,” she breathed.

I swear, my eyes probably rolled back at that comment, with how needy and sweet and sexy she was being. So I let her shimmy my waistband down and tuck me into her mouth. 

Oh god. 

Yuki… Her mouth was so hot, and her hands kept rubbing on the sides of my belly, and her tail was rubbing up against my shin, up and down.

I reached down over my swollen gut, carefully as to not jostle it too much, and ran my hands through her hair. It was so soft. 

Jesus. Somehow my hands found themselves using her horns like handlebars, and holy god was that doing something to me. 

Yuki hummed her encouragement as I started tugging her mouth to and fro. 

I came with a grunt, and Yuki just swallowed me down. I swear I saw white. I’d never come that hard in my life.

“Yuki…” I muttered once my breathing returned to normal. 

“Love Peter,” she said, nuzzling her face into my belly. She was purring again, loudly. 

“I love Yuki,” I said, giving her head another loving pat. 

*

As it turns out, dating your own personal demon was very different than just living with your demon. It was so much better.

Yuki didn’t sleep under my bed anymore. I got to cuddle her all night. Or actually, Yuki usually cuddled me. She would wrap herself around me from behind, clinging from head to tail, all night long. It was a little strange at first to shift in the night and feel a tail groping you, but as most things about Yuki were strange, I loved it anyway. 

I’d had girlfriends before, but I’d never had a serious relationship. Most of my experience with dating were superficial college flings. Being with Yuki was drastically different. It made me feel like a novice to relationships. Yuki brought out feelings in me I didn’t even know I could have. Yuki was it for me. 

There was a part of me that wondered if this was wrong. Yuki wasn’t human, so was this some kind of cross-species relationship? 

But Yuki reassured me that humans and demons have had relationships for as long as humans have been around, and it wasn’t and odd as it maybe seemed.

The timing of this new relationship development was… unfortunate. 

We had only a few days of bliss exploring this new romantic side to our relationship, until it was Christmas Eve’s Eve.

 My parents decided to come to me for Christmas this year, so they came in early that morning and I picked them up from the airport. 

But the upside was that I could finally tell my parents that me and Yuki were together. Officially. 

“Oh thank GOD!” my mom said with a dramatic sigh when I broke the news. “What took so long?”

Yuki giggled and put her arms around me. 

“Peter didn’t wanna take advantage of me,” Yuki said, giving me a soft look. I felt myself blush.

“Oh, I really did raise such a sweet boy, didn’t I?” My mom pinched my cheeks like I was five.

“Get off,” I demanded half-heartedly, "and dad don’t laugh, you’re egging her on!” I said, affronted.

Everyone laughed. 

It was safe to say my parents were supportive. They loved Yuki. Who wouldn’t? She was perfect. 

My mom had even surprised Yuki with her very own stocking. It was family tradition that everyone has handmade stocking with their name on it. We’d even made them for our pets growing up. My mom had written Yuki’s name out with a silver glitter pen on a red stocking. My mom even went all out and drew some cute little snowflakes on it.

Yuki started tearing up when she saw it hanging on the mantle along side everyone else’s. 

“What’s wrong?” I asked, even though I knew they were happy tears.

“I f-feel so happy!” she said tentatively.

I hugged her close. “I’m happy too,” I said, and I kissed the top of her head. 

*

Opening presents on Christmas morning didn’t take long since my parents and I had a rule of only one gift per person. This meant that gifts were typically more sentimental or based on experiences rather than purely materialistic. 

I liked this better anyway, since I really didn’t need more junk around my house. 

But a part of me felt bad since it was Yuki’s first human Christmas. I knew she would be happy opening a few small gifts, but it was difficult not to go all out and spoil her rotten. I justified it by promising myself that. I would just spoil her the rest of the year to make up for it. 

My parents got Yuki and I tickets to go on an Alaskan cruise next summer, which was very generous of them. Yuki looked curious, but when I explained what a cruise was, she got excited. 

I got my dad a voucher for golfing lessons and I enrolled my mom in an advanced French cooking class.

I was surprised when Yuki handed me a poorly wrapped lump. For some reason I hadn’t been expecting her to get me anything. I’d signed both of our names of my gifts for my parents, knowing that she wouldn’t know what to buy someone as a present. But the fact that she’d somehow gotten me something without my even knowing was so… sweet. 

I loved her so much, it was ridiculous.

I opened the wrapping paper and instantly let out a pleased laugh.

It was the picture of us from my work party, placed in an elegant wooden picture frame. How had she even gotten this printed so fast? I wondered briefly if she’d used her magic on it, but then decided it didn’t even matter. The photo had turned out beautifully. It was us standing in front of a gorgeous staircase, decorated with garland and lights. Yuki looked so stunning, with a big beaming smile on her face. I stood slightly behind her with one arm around her waist. You could tell how happy I looked in the picture. I didn’t even look particularly handsome, not when standing next to someone like Yuki anyway, but there was something radiant about my expression that made the photo so special. 

“Okay, this is going on the fireplace right now,” I said, throat thick with emotion, and Yuki squealed with excitement. When I had it set where I wanted it, the picture looked like it belonged there.

“Last one,” my mom said, reaching for one last tiny box from under the tree. 

She handed it to Yuki.

“To Yuki from Peter,” Yuki said aloud. She looked up at me and smiled. 

I hoped she liked it.

“Oh my!” she said when she opened the box. The amethyst necklace was very pretty, a big sparkly gem on a silver chain. It was almost the exact color of her eyes, her real ones. 

“Do you like it?” I asked.

Yuki’s eyes teared up, and I wished they were her eyes right now, but they were just mundane brown ones. “I love it!” And she tackled me in a huge hug. 

With the holiday came a lot more eating. Well, more eating than normal, I should say. I had gotten used to Yuki over feeding me, but of course, she went above and beyond for Christmas. She and my mom cooked up a storm in my kitchen (which was for all intents and purposes, Yuki’s kitchen). I had to eat double meals of course, and Yuki didn’t go easy on me. She loaded up her plate with massive amounts of food and got seconds.

“Where does she put it?” my dad asked as he watched Yuki refill her dinner plate. She knew what I liked, so her dish mostly consisted of potatoes and meat, as I didn’t really like veggies or casserole as much. 

I looked at my own swollen stomach, which was brushing up against the table even though I was leaning back and stifled a groan. I knew exactly where she was putting it. 

I was relieved my parents decided not to mention my eating habits or climbing weight. I overheard my mom mention to Yuki that she must have been ‘treating me well.’ If only she knew the half of it. 

My parents had to fly home a few days after the holiday, so I had the rest of my break from work to relax alone with Yuki.

I swear during the days between Christmas and New Year’s, I don’t think there was a moment where I didn’t have some kind of food in front of me that Yuki expected me to eat. Except maybe when I was asleep. I felt hugely swollen and lazy, barely getting up from the couch the whole time. I could tell I had put on weight just by the way my back started to hurt when I stood up, and by how many new stretch marks appeared on my belly. 

And with this time off, Yuki and I took advantage of our empty house. 

I hadn’t exactly known what to expect when it came to our sexual relationship. I mean, my girlfriend had a tail for god’s sake. 

But it was mostly sweet and romantic, if a little weird. That was just Yuki’s personality though. She’d kiss me and tell me she loved me and chant my name, but also she’d bite me with her shark teeth and tie my hands together with her tail.

I don’t know if all demons were insatiable when it comes to sex, or if that was just Yuki, but she seemed to be able to go on and on with no refractory period whatsoever. I’d have to tap out from pure exhaustion and she would still be rearing to go. 

And Yuki’s general submissive personality manifested in a very interesting way in the bedroom. I got used to Yuki on her knees begging for me, catering to my every whim, sometimes before I could even think to ask. She’d always be offering whatever I wanted. At first I was hesitant, thinking maybe she just wanted to please me for some demon/master-related reason or something. But as it turned out, Yuki just loved giving pleasure. 

Part of the pleasure was food. Yuki kept me even more well fed after we got together than she had been before. I quickly got used to eating a big meal, getting absolutely stuffed full until my belly ached, only for Yuki to slide down onto the floor to suck me off while I digested. I loved it so much. 

I would sometimes grab her horns in my hands and she’d just open her mouth for me and I could just buck right into her mouth— And when she started purring when I was inside… oh good god.

Ahem. Anyway. 

I was so so spoiled. Yuki ruined me for anyone else. 

*

I had to go back to work eventually, but even then our relationship continued to strengthen. I avoided Carl at work, which seemed to suit him fine. I’d noticed that he looked rather sickly lately, which hit me with a strange pang of pity. But there wasn’t anything I could do about it anyhow. 

I’d been spending more time with our CEO Seth, which made it easier to avoid Carl anyhow. Seth seemed to have taken a liking to me, which was flattering. I hoped that meant good things for my future in the company. 

Time passed. Winter turned to spring and Yuki and I fell deeper and deeper in love.

In May, Yuki was getting bored around the house, and I suggested she should try out a hobby since she’d gotten very good at blending in with humans. After a few days of researching (Googling), we ended up signing her up for adult-only beginners dance class.

The first day, Yuki was visibly nervous. She was holding the little dance bag which contained her leather dance shoes close to her chest the whole drive over, bouncing her knees, all jitters. I found a place to park and decided she probably needed a pep talk. This would be her first time around other people without me.

“Yuki,” I said, pivoting in my seat to look at her. My gut was pushing up into the steering wheel from that angle, but I ignored it. 

Yuki looked at me with puppy eyes. 

“This is for fun, remember? If you decide you don’t like it, you can always pick something else,” I said. Yuki nodded. She’d been deciding between dance and pottery, but she thought dancing would be more fun since she wanted to get better at balance when she was in her human form. (The missing tail did tend to make her little wobbly).  

“Okay,” Yuki said, giving a brave smile though her anxiety was still showing in her face.

“And you know,” I said, reaching over to grab Yuki’s hand in mine, “they’re going to absolutely love you. And if they don’t then they must be idiots.” I relished in how Yuki’s pale face blushed furiously at my praise. “Knock ‘em dead, baby.”

“Mhm!” 

I walked her inside, where Yuki was greeted with several women of varying ages. They all seemed pleasant and welcoming, so I left feeling pretty good about the whole thing. 

I had an hour to kill before her class finished up, so I decided to take a walk. I probably could use some exercise, I thought to myself. I still wasn’t really used to my recent weight gain, and I was sure that the amount I weighed now was surely higher than it had been even just a few months ago. I started down the block, but I only got about 12 feet away when I saw what was next to the dance studio. 

A casual restaurant that sold street tacos. Well, I had to check that out, obviously. 

After Yuki’s first day at dance class, I was was always full of tacos by the time Yuki got out. As it turned out, Yuki really liked to dance, and she loved the friends she made from the class. She’d barrel out of the studio every week with a big grin on her face, looking sweaty and flustered from all of the dancing. But even on those nights, Yuki still insisted on making dinner for me when we got home. So apparently I was eating two dinners these days, if you counted the six or so tacos I ate while Yuki twirled around… 

This trend also continued at work. I’d stay late working on some project or another and realize that lunch was a pretty long time ago and really, I’d be much more productive if my stomach wasn’t growling, and I’d end up ordering more takeout to eat. Only then to come home to Yuki’s homemade spread. It was like my body had gotten accustomed to eating between 4:30 and 5:00 PM from all of the dance-class-taco-eating, so when I didn’t have something to snack on, my stomach would start rumbling like mad.

And yes this was probably gluttonous or greedy of me, but I sort of enjoyed the excess of it all. I wasn’t eating because I was hungry at that point. Oftentimes, I’d eat myself into a stomach ache. 

But it was addicting to eat so much. For the past year and a half I’d been overeating past fullness, but having four large meals a day felt like a different level. And my body was showing it. 

By the time summer rolled around, I was up a few more clothes sizes, and my gains weren’t slowing at all. I had gotten used to the two dinners now, and it was becoming easier to eat more all the time. I supposed the stomach was a muscle, wasn’t it? By that logic, I must have been some kind of athlete, stretching it out so I could eat even more.

One day, I decided to figure out how much ‘relationship weight’ I’d put on since the new year. I got out of the shower, feeling fatter than usual. I’d spent a good while scrubbing my body, feeling it jiggle in places it never used to, since there seemed to be more and more flesh to clean these days. 

I glanced at the bathroom scale when I stepped out and started toweling off. 

Didn’t people say to weigh yourself in the morning, before you eat, to get a more accurate result? It was only 7 am, and I hadn’t yet had breakfast. I shrugged and stepped on the scale. 

Except, I couldn’t actually see the number over my belly. I leaned forward.

Still nothing. 

“Yuki!” I called from the bathroom. She was probably still in bed, but I knew she was awake.

“Hmm?” Yuki shuffled into the bathroom, eyes still puffy from sleep. Her hair was all tangled up around her horns and her tail was making her pajama shorts slide down awkwardly on her hip. 

She looked perfect.

“Can you see what the number says?” I asked, looking down. “I’m too fat,” I said with a self-deprecating laugh.

Yuki’s purple eyes lit up. 

“Oh my!” She ran over and glanced down at the scale. “It says…” she bit her lips, holding in a grin, “377!”

My mouth dropped open. “What?”

Yuki giggled gleefully and then pulled my flabby body into a crushing hug.

“Peter’s so handsome! So big and soft! Perfect,” she purred, tail caressing my legs.

I sighed and petted her head a little. 

“You like this, you little perv? You like me being all big and fat?” I accused her mockingly. But Yuki just nodded her head emphatically.

“Peter’s giving into his desires, it makes me so pleased,” she said with a crazed smile, and then she started nibbling at my double chin with her teeth. 

“Ow, Yuki…” But I couldn’t really scold her when she looked so sweet, could I?

“God, I’m almost 400 pounds,” I realized aloud.

“Almost,” Yuki said, but the way she said it, it sounded like she was looking forward to that number… 

We went on our cruise in June. Yuki had never seen the ocean before, so I was pretty excited to see her reaction once we got on the ship. Yuki was like a kid at Disney Land when she saw the darn thing. Once we boarded, we made our way to one of the high decks to see the view. 

“It’s… amazing!” Yuki squealed. When she turned her head to look at me, her eyes were wet with happy tears.

I put my arm around her waist and kissed the side of her head. 

The best part about cruises is that drinks and food are included. And well. Yuki and I took advantage of that.

For five days, I pretty much ate at a never ending buffet of junk. I was tipsy pretty much all day, only alternating beers and cocktails with soda or water when I was feeling a little too close to drunk. Yuki fed me insane amounts of food with her magic, and I did pretty well stuffing my face on my own too. I felt huge at the end of every day, waddling back to our room, groaning and stumbling from excess.

“Peter’s looks so pretty,” Yuki would mumble at night as she helped me get undressed. I was usually too full to help much by that point.

“Pretty, huh?” That wasn’t an adjective that I’d say really fit how I looked just then. ‘Swollen like a tick’ seemed more apt.

But Yuki insisted that I looked good stuffed to the gills, and who was I to disagree? 

Nighttime was my favorite part of the cruise because in the privacy of our room, Yuki could drop her human guise. I got to look at the real Yuki as she rode me or cuddled me or kissed me.

I really was one lucky bastard. 

I gained 10 pounds on the cruise. 

It seemed impossible to put on two pounds a day. Part of it had to be water weight, right? But the pounds stuck. When I looked back at the amount of food I’d been consuming, it seemed very possible that I really had stuffed my face enough to accomplish that.

But it wasn’t until September that I actually hit 400. It was a small accumulation of events, eating breakfast at home followed by ‘mid-morning snacks’ at the office, huge spreads of takeout for lunch, quick dinner before I went home for the day, followed by what I was now referring to as ‘big dinner’ when I got home, followed by Yuki’s baked goods and ice cream for dessert. I was eating like a fiend.

And I really enjoyed it.

Being so hugely fat was kind of hot, if I was honest. I liked feeling so big, always having a big ol’ gut in my lap, always feeling comforted by all the weight. And Yuki clearly enjoyed it. She was constantly pushing me to eat even more, and always gave my body such loving attention and affection. 

There were downsides as well. It was getting really hard to fit into my office chair at work. My sides sort of swallowed up the arms of the chair, and my stomach pushed into the desk, which wasn’t really very comfortable. I knew other people in the office were close to my size, but these days, I was one of the biggest, if not the biggest. It felt embarrassing to ask my secretary to put in an order for a new chair, but I figured this one might actually break under my weight one of these days, which would be infinitely more embarrassing. Plus, it was really hard to un-stick myself from the chair after a long day’s work.

I was putting off mentioning it, hoping magically that the chair would expand or something. The CEO, Seth, was always a bit of a portly man himself, so I didn’t feel overly ashamed when he suggested we all get newer chairs after one awkward incident when he’d stopped by my office and it had taken me several seconds of vigorous wiggling and shimmying to stand up from the stupid chair. And I was out of breath from all that moving, too. 

Seth phrased the newer chairs as being ‘decorative, a new modern design to fit the culture of the office’, but when I saw the design (retractable armrests and extra-wide seats) I knew I was probably the cause for the change. 

But boy did I love how the new chair didn’t groan when I sat, that I could push the armrests out of the way so my love handles could spread out in peace, and that my butt wasn’t squished so much. It didn’t change the fact that my gut pushed up against my desk when I typed at my computer but maybe I’d had my expectations too high on that front.

Yuki and I flew to Wisconsin again for Thanksgiving with my folks, and I realized with dismay that the seats on the plane were becoming a tight fit as well… I’d had to ask for a seatbelt extender. Luckily the flight attendant had been very nice about the whole thing, so I wasn’t too embarrassed. I wondered if I’d have to buy two tickets next year. Right as I thought that, Yuki started smiling and nuzzling up at my fat neck.

I knew she couldn’t actually read my mind, but at times like these, I wondered if her ability to feel my ‘desires’ almost worked just as good. 

My parents didn’t bring up my weight anymore, though I was sure they noticed it. Maybe because I was with Yuki they stopped caring about how fat I was getting. I’d already found a nice girl and settled down, so who cared if I was obese, right? As long as I was happy. 

And I was. Obese, that is.

Yeah, sometimes it sucked getting out of breath just walking to and from the bathroom. And going up and down the stairs at home was getting to be a pain, but I only did that twice a day. But it was worth it to be able to eat as much as I wanted. To be able to live with no abandon, without restriction. 

While Yuki and I were in my hometown for the holiday, I decided to meet up with some of my old high school friends at a local bar. Yuki was a little nervous, but she perked up once the waitress dropped off the food menu. 

Honestly, I was probably more nervous than her. My friends hadn’t seen me since I’d been around 150 pounds slimmer.

“Oh my god, is that you Pete?”

I lifted my head to see my old buddy Taylor absolutely gaping at me. I scooted my chair back and then hefted myself up to give him a hug. Taylor hugged me back, pressing his flat stomach against my beach ball sized one. 

“Yeah, I know I’ve put on a few,” I said, blushing a little.

Taylor scoffed. “A few?”

“Ahem.” That would be Yuki, who had gotten up and was standing beside me. 

Taylor glanced at her and then back at me.

“Taylor, this is my girlfriend, Yuki.”

Yuki pushed herself into my side and I wrapped my big arm over her shoulders. She put one hand on my gut, almost daring Taylor to say something about it.

“Ah, oh. Hello. Nice to meet you,” Taylor muttered. 

I relished in his surprise. I almost wanted to say See? Fat guys deserve love too. And from beautiful women, no less. But seeing as Taylor just went through a nasty divorce, that might be in poor taste.

It wasn’t long before our other friend Allen showed up. The three of us caught up on current events in our lives, while Yuki kept ordering appetizers. Boneless wings, onion rings, jalapeño poppers… 

Yuki and I ate most of them, which is to say, I ate most of them. 

“I’m glad you’re doing so well in Colorado, man,” Allen said as I licked buffalo sauce off my fingers.

“Yeah, we were sad that you were moving, but I’m happy it all worked out for you,” Taylor added, sparing Yuki a lingering glance. 

“Me too,” I said. “How’s it going with your partner, Allen?” I asked.

“Oh, he’s terrible,” Allen said with a conspiring smile. “Never marry your yoga instructor!”

After a while, I had to go to the bathroom, so I excused myself, leaving Yuki at the table with Taylor and Allen.

Bar bathrooms were never the cleanest, but I did my business as quickly as I could and then started to wash my hands. I looked up as someone entered the bathroom behind me. I could see them in the mirror. A person I hadn’t seen in at least 12 years.

Mike.

He locked eyes with my reflection but didn’t seem to recognize me at all. He walked passed the sinks like I was a stranger. 

I looked at myself in the dirty mirror. Sure I had a big double chin, and maybe I was getting some wrinkles around my eyes. But I looked mostly the same, didn’t I? I glanced down and saw my huge stomach, which was not very well disguised in my almost-toot-tight black t-shirt and flannel. 

I didn’t look chubby or big. I looked fat, but not even just normal fat. I looked fat fat. 400+ lbs fat. 

Damn. I dried my hands and then stood to the side in the mirror, taking in just how far my belly jutted out. I reached to touch the front of my belly where it hung the lowest and found myself struggling to even reach it all. I knew logically that this wasn’t new. I wasn’t even particularly shocked or upset by the discovery of how shockingly fat I’d gotten, how I’d totally let myself go. But for some reason becoming fat enough that my old friend from middle school didn’t even recognize me? That was … surprising. 

I must’ve lingered there staring at myself for a while because Mike was leaving when I turned to go. He did a double take then, staring at my eyes for a second too long before I saw him put two and two together.

“Hi Mike,” I sighed. This wouldn’t have been as embarrassing if he would’ve just recognized me from the get go. But now we both had to acknowledge awkwardly why he didn’t.

“Oh, wow Pete! It’s been… so long,” Mike said delicately, glancing at my belly. Mike looked a little out of shape himself, but it was a modest beer gut. I was in another league of fatness. 

I didn’t really want to deal with awkward small talk where we avoided how much we’d changed after graduation, so I said “Yeah, I’m here with Taylor and Allen, come say hi.” I quickly ushered us both out of the men’s room and towards the table.

Mike followed me and I wondered if he was staring at my gait as I walked. I had to take wide steps since my thighs rubbed together. 

“Look who I found in the bathroom!” I said as we approached the table. Yuki looked pleased to see me back, and I felt a little guilty to have left her sitting with people she hardly knew for longer than I’d intended. 

“Mike! What’s up buddy, how’ve you been?” Taylor said, pulling him into a side hug. I sat back in my seat with a thud. Yuki quickly clung to me, hugging my arm like a teddy bear. I glanced up to see Mike eyeing Yuki sharply. 

There was no way he’d… would he?

“You met Pete’s girlfriend yet?” Allen asked, noticing Mike staring.

“N-No,” Mike stuttered.

I swallowed a lump. “Ah, this is Yuki, Yuki this is Mike,” I said calmly. Mike wouldn’t recognize Yuki from that night. That was so long ago. And she looked so different now! Plus she was in her human form, anyhow.

But then why was I so nervous?

“Hello,” Yuki said shyly, hiding into my side a little bit. 

Mike’s eyes widened a fraction. “Hi,” he said stiffly. He shook his head and then backed up. “I’d better,” he gestured to where his friends were gathered by the pool table. 

“Nice seeing you,” Taylor said. Mike nodded, looked at Yuki once more, and then wandered back.

We didn’t stay long after that. 

In the car, I asked Yuki what she thought of the encounter. 

“I couldn’t tell much about him since he wasn’t having impure thoughts,” she mused, tapping her chin with one finger. “I remembered him though,” she said with a little grin. “His energy wasn’t as good or strong as Peter’s, even now!” And then she leaned over to place a big juicy kiss on my cheek. 

I stopped worrying. Maybe Mike’s reaction could be chalked up to some deja vu from seeing her? If so, that was relatively harmless. And even if he did make the leap that she was the demon from the basement, who would believe him?

No one. 

I put the whole thing out of my mind. I should probably be thankful for Mike, actually, because if I hadn’t been trying to impress him all those years ago, I would’ve never met my Yuki. 

And Yuki was my everything. 

Now it’s been about 5 years since Yuki reappeared in my life and I couldn’t be happier. 

Eventually, as I gained more and more weight, I had to make some adjustments to my life. I moved our bedroom downstairs where the office used to be. It just wasn’t safe for me to be climbing those things anymore. I’m almost 500 lbs nowadays. 

Yuki likes how big I am, and how much space I take up. She even likes it when I lay on her and squish her under my blubber.  She says it feels better than soaking in a hot bathtub even! It isn’t even dangerous since Yuki doesn’t need to breathe.

Sometimes I think we should slow down on my gaining, but I’m pretty much addicted to food. If I go a few hours without a meal I get serious hunger pains. It probably sounds very spoiled, but it’s true! 

I ended up asking if I could work from home sometime last year, which was approved. As I said, I think my CEO Seth has a soft spot for me. He even ended up promoting me again, as the his right hand man. He says I can work from home whenever I want so long as I still get work done. 

So for the past year, my lifestyle has started to become more and more sedentary. I’m either sitting on the couch (which is feeling a little small these days. Or maybe that’s because I’m wearing a crater-sized dent in the middle of it…) or I’m working at my desk, doing meetings and reports. Yuki makes sure I have everything I need. 

At night, she still purrs in happy rumbles, holding any part of me she can latch on to.

“Peter is happy,” Yuki sighed into my chest. She was leaning over my belly, fitting into whatever amount of lap I still had. I scooped another spoonful of ice cream into my mouth. I was still pretty full from dinner, but I had room. And it tasted good.

“I am. Very happy,” I sighed, taking another bite. Yuki’s tail caressed my sides, slipping between rolls.

“Hey Yuki,” I said.

“Hmm?”

“Your power… you’ve made me fortunate, right?” I asked.

Yuki licked my double chin sensuously. “Mhmm.”  

I sucked on my cold spoon. “But me being so, erm, wanting excess…” I mumbled through another scoop of rocky road. I didn’t really want to say a gluttonous, fat greedy pig out loud. “That wasn’t you, was it?”

Yuki sat up, her purple eyes gleaming in the low light from the TV. I loved how her black horns reflected light, like obsidian. 

“Nope,” she popped the P. “That’s all Peter. Yuki only wanted Peter to get what he wants,” Yuki said, running a hand through my swollen chest (I loathed admitting I had moobs). 

“Does it matter either way?” Yuki asked after a second.

I thought about it. Took another bite.

“No, I guess it doesn’t.” 

I used to wonder if I would’ve ended up this way without someone like Yuki to encourage me to live authentically, but I supposed that wasn’t important. I had my perfect demon Yuki to love and care for, so it only made sense for Yuki to want to love and care for me too.

I scraped the bottom of the carton.

“More?” I asked. Yuki sprang up to fetch another ice cream. I smiled to myself as she raced back over to the couch. 

“Here! I got you your favorite, cookie dough!” Yuki smiled at me, her big eyes warm and loving and doting. The kind of look that made my heart melt like candle wax. The look that I loved more than anything else in the world.

“You’re the best, baby,” I said, and Yuki settled back on my lap and started purring. Her tail swished back and forth in a lazy rhythm. I really did have the best demon, didn’t I?

THE END

Epilogue

Mike gathered all of his supplies. Oil, wine, water, a candle… Mike couldn’t remember the exact ritual he’d done with Pete. That was like 20 years ago, after all. But he found one online that seemed legit enough. He recited the latin words as best he could. 

Mike knew that whatever had happened way back when was real. He’d had nightmares for weeks following that horrible sleep over. It ended up driving a wedge between them, since Mike unconsciously associated Pete with that terrible night.

But somehow the thing they’d done… it’d worked. The summoning or whatever. Mike saw her, that girl, the girl from the basement, she was at the bar with Pete just a few years ago. She was real. And they were… together.

Mike wanted that. He’d never felt such envy. After all, Mike had been there that night too. Should’t he get an equal cut of whatever benefits Pete got from the demon? 

Wy was Mike working as a science teacher struggling to pay bills while Pete was living the corporate American dream? It just wasn’t fair. 

So he’d started researching. It took a while for him to build up the nerve, and even longer to recall the exact things they’d done way back when. But now he’d finally done it. He would finally get his own demon. Maybe his would be a hot girl too, and he could date her like Pete was doing with his. That’d be nice. But Mike supposed he could settle for something a little less attractive. 

For a few minutes after Mike finished the ritual, nothing happened. The silence went on and on. How annoying. He hadn’t really thought it’d work, but it still sucked that his hard work was wasted. Mike sighed, getting up from the floor and beginning to clean up. 

Then, there was a rustle behind him

“Did you call for me?”

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A Little Human (as a Treat)

Part 1/? - Un Volontario

Part 2/? - Un Escursione

Part 3/? - Una Complicazione

Part 4/? - Una Famiglia

Part 5/? - Un Aiutante

Part 6/? - Una Ricerca

Part 7/? - Un Confronto

The situation continues to offer Ercole opportunities for personal growth.  He continues to ignore them.

Ciccio and Giordana eventually decided they would head back to the Trota family house, and stash Ercole in a stand of green-brown seaweed on the way.  He would be able to see the house from there and know they hadn't forgotten him, but it would be hard for Signora Trota or the farmhands to spot him among plants the same colour he was.  Giordana's mother wouldn't feel obliged to let him join them, and they would be able to break the truth about Ciccio without revealing Ercole as well.  The only drawback was going to be having to listen to him complaining about having to wait for his supper.

Unfortunately, they hadn't yet arrived when Atinnia Trota displayed once again her unique talent for turning up at the worst possible moment.

“There you are!” she called out, swimming to meet them,

Giordana, in the lead, froze.  Ciccio nearly ran into her.

But Atinnia joined them with a smile on her face.  “Chiara told me you were helping out at the Donzellas', so I was on my way to see if you were still having supper at home.”

“Uh, yes, yes we are,” Giordana said, scrambling to try to salvage the situation.  “We were just taking, um... taking Ciccio's friend home.”  She pointed to Ercole.

“Oh?” asked her mother.  “I don't think I've met any of his friends.  I've just seen that human boy he hangs around with.  You are?”

“Ercole Visconti,” said Ercole, feeling much more confident about interacting with sea monsters after the general approval from the parents at the barn raising.  “Delighted, Signora.”

“Pleased to meet you,” Atinnia replied pleasantly.  “Would you like to have supper with us as well?”

“He's gotta get home,” Ciccio said quickly.

“No, I don't,” Ercole said.  “I'd love to.”  He gave Ciccio a nasty grin, and Ciccio realized – of course, he was doing it on purpose.  Ciccio had, albeit unintentionally, ruined Ercole's day, so in revenge Ercole was going to screw up his and Giordana's plans as much as he could.  Even if that meant being polite to sea monsters.

“Wonderful!” said Atinnia, as Giordana covered her face in near-despair.  “I've got Arturo peeling sea cucumbers, and with you three to help it'll all be ready in no time!”  She set off again, leaving the three teenagers to follow her.

“Scusi?” Ercole asked, annoyed.  “We're going to have to help make dinner?”

“You're going to eat it, aren't you?” Giordana said.

“I thought we would be guests,” Ercole humped.

Giordana had been about to follow her mother, but now she rounded on him. “Hospitality is reciprocal!” she snapped.  “If you don't help, you're being a bad guest, taking advantage of us, and not only will Mom not want you to come back, nobody will ever want to be your guest because you'll probably make them do all the work there, too!”

“Why would I want sea monsters visiting my house?” Ercole asked.

“Look, it's just a sea monster thing,” Ciccio told him.  “She's been telling me about it.  Her aunts always expect her and Arturo to help around the house when they visit.  I thought you wanted to blend in, huh?”

“Yeah,” Giordana agreed, glaring at Ercole.  “I guess we'll just have to explain to Mom that humans do it different.”

“Fine!  Fine!” Ercole grumbled.  “Although if you ask me, it sounds like we're the ones being taken advantage of.”

“Nobody did ask you,” Giordana informed him.

They caught up with Signora Trota and she shooed them into the house, where Arturo had not only peeled the cucumbers but had made a good start at mincing them, too.  Atinnia stopped to give him a kiss on the cheek, which made him squirm.

“Mom!” he whined, embarrassed that she would do that in front of older kids.

“Thank you, sweetie,” she said, referring to the chopping and ignoring his protest.  “Giordana, could you and Francesco get some things from the garden for stuffed tuna?”

“Yes, Mom,” said Giordana.  She took Ciccio's hand to go back outside. Ciccio, however, lingered a moment to see what kind of job Signora Trota was planning to give to Ercole.

She handed him a large dead fish.  “Ercole, was it?  Could you clean this, please?”

“Um.” Ercole glanced down at it nervously.

Ciccio wanted badly to stay in the kitchen and see what happened.  He was pretty sure Ercole did know how to clean a fish, because everybody in Portorosso did.  The question was whether he was any good at it, or would be able to figure out how to use the handle-less stone knives sea monsters made.

Giordana was waiting for him, though, so he followed her out to the garden and got to work picking herbs and vegetables.  Giordana herself was in a very bad mood, with her tail switching like an angry cat's.

“Why did you ever want to hang out with him?” she asked.

“I dunno.”  Ciccio awkwardly shrugged one shoulder.  “He's older than Guido and me, and his parents have a lot of money, and... I guess it made us feel important.”

She paused, then reached for his hand.  “You don't need that.  Guido knows you're important.  Your Dad knows, and I know.  Anybody who thinks you need Ercole to be important, they don't know what important means.”

It was a bit embarrassing how happy it made Ciccio to hear that.  He grinned like an idiot for a moment before he realized he was doing it and managed to control his face.  “Thanks.”

They gathered up the ingredients Giordana said they needed, and went back in to find Ercole, empty-handed, watching while Arturo peeled the skin off the tuna from tail to head in a single smooth motion. Arturo fed the skin to a spotted shark that was hanging around hoping for scraps, then turned and pushed the rest of the fish back into Ercole's hands.

“There!” he said.  “It's not difficult!”

“Where's Mom?” asked Giordana.

“She heard the dolphins and went to chat,” Arturo replied, and then added, to Ciccio, “your friend is totally helpless.”

“I am not!” said Ercole.

Giordana dumped their basket of herbs and vegetables out on the stone ledge that served as the kitchen counter, and started sorting them. “Here.”  She pushed some of their harvest over towards Ercole. “Cut these up, if you think you can do it without hurting yourself. How does even a human not know how to clean a fish?”

“My mother always did that,” Ercole said.

“Mom stopped doing it for me when I was six,” Arturo informed him.

“Well, we don't think children should be using knives,” Ercole replied.

“Land kids must be an awful lot dumber than us, then,” Arturo decided. “Do you know how to do anything?”

“I can do lots of things!”

“Like cut up vegetables?” Giordana hinted.

“Yes!” said Ercole, and began doing so, albeit slowly and awkwardly.  “I can ride a bicycle,” he told Arturo.  “I bet you can't do that.”

“Sure I can,” Arturo replied.  “Silvio and I figured it out.  We didn't even need a teacher.”

“Can you cook?” Giordana asked.  “Can you sew?  What do you do all day, up there on land?”  She started mixing things with her hands for the tuna stuffing.  “Ciccio and his father bake things. Guido delivers magazines and newspapers.  Signor Marcovaldo catches fish, Signora Marsigliese has her grocery shop... what do you do?”

Ercole was on the spot now, and he looked surprisingly uncomfortable with that.  “I do things.  I ride my Vespa!  I can even fix it when it breaks down, sometimes.  I can at least change the tyres!  I can, um...”

He was rescued, so to speak, a moment later when Atinnia returned with the two farmhands, a pair of brothers in their early twenties named Marco and Vincenzo Calamaro.  She directed them to clean up some things in the yard before eating, and then inspected the skinned and gutted fish.  She looked quite pleased with it.

“Good job, thank you,” she said to Ercole.

Arturo stuck his tongue out behind his mother's back.

Giordana stuffed the fish and pinned it closed with the spines she and Ciccio had saved from the urchins earlier that day, then put it in the hot water vent in the kitchen to cook.  Arturo set the table, and Ciccio followed Atinnia's instructions to put together a side dish made mostly of fish eggs.  Chairs were not necessary underwater, so everybody just gathered around the table while Signora Trota cut slices from the stuffed tuna and passed them out.

“I told you I'd ask her to make something special,” Giordana said to Ciccio.  She broke off a piece of tuna to teat.  “This is my favourite.”

Ercole, sitting on her left, looked around at the table for cutlery and didn't see any.  He watched everybody else digging in with their hands, then took a piece of seaweed that had been garnishing the shell full of eggs and used that as a napkin to pick up a piece of fish.

“What did the dolphins have to say, Signora?” Vincenzo Calamaro asked.

“Oh, you know them,” Atinnia replied.  “They know all the gossip from here to Gibilterra.  The whales had a very good plankton harvest down south so there ought to be lots of calves this year.  That means the nomads will be a little late, because they're helping with the calving,” she added, referring to the migratory sea monsters who passed through the Mediterranean only once a year.  “Not that they usually come up this way anyway – they head for the Aegean where their relatives are settled.  And apparently the big farmers down around Sicilia are panicking because their flocks are being raided. They're blaming a giant squid.”  She shook her head.

Ercole paused mid-chew.  “Giant squid?” he asked, around a mouthful.

“Ridiculous, isn't it?” asked Signora Trota.  “We haven't had a giant squid up here in years.”

“There was one when we were kids,” said Marco.  “I dunno if Vin was old enough to remember.”

“No, I remember that,” Vincenzo replied.  “I remember Mom and Dad talking about it.  That's what took the roof off Old Man Cormorano's barn and he was never the same again after.”

Marco nodded.  “It was injured or something, that's why it came up here – it couldn't hunt in the deep anymore so it went where the prey was easier.”

Giordana looked at Ercole and smirked.  “I told you – all the time.”.

“Don't exaggerate – that was ten years ago,” said Atinnia.  “It hardly counts as all the time.”

“Not at all,” Ercole agreed, sneering back at Giordana.  “I bet it doesn't even attack pe... sea monsters.”

“Oh, some squid will attack anything that moves,” Mrs. Trota replied, “but only the real giants are big enough to take on a person.  How do you like the tuna, Ercole?”

“Um.” Ercole glanced down at his plate, and then looked at Giordana.  She bared her teeth, and he gulped.  “It's delicious, Madame.”

“It is, very good,” Ciccio agreed, hoping to take everyone's attention off Ercole before he embarrassed himself.  He then took a nervous breath, and decided it was time to forge ahead with what remained of their plan.  “You know what would make it perfect?  Cinnamon buns for dessert!”

Giordana nodded.  “That's right!  Mom, have you thought at all about what we suggested at lunch?”  She looked at her mother with what she hoped was an approximation of casual interest.  “About going up to visit Ciccio and his father at home?”

“Well...” Atinnia said slowly.

“I hope not,” said Ercole loudly.  “I wouldn't dare show my face up there.”

Ciccio stared at him, wondering what he'd said that for.  Was he just referring to not wanting anyone in town to know he'd been a sea monster today?  Why would he say it out loud in front of Signora Trota, though?

Ercole met his gaze with a mean smile.  “I mean, humans!  Sea monsters are just another kind of fish to them.  If they catch you, they'll be happy to put you in a stew!”

That was it.  Ercole had heard Ciccio and Giordana talking about getting her mother out of the water for the evening, so he'd decided to ruin that for them.  Just because.

Giordana was not amused.  “That's not true and you know it,” she said. “You're up there all the time.”

“Only enough to see that statue in the piazza,” said Ercole.  “The one with the human choking the sea monster, about to thrust a harpoon down its throat.”  He clicked his tongue. “If you ask me, the fewer sea monsters in that place, the better!”

“They're thinking about getting rid of that,” Ciccio said.  “Signorina Repetto says it's not very neighbourly.”  Of course, hers was not the only opinion – the sculpture was quite old and the man who'd designed it was fairly well-known, at least in Liguria.  It was a piece of history, and there was also the question of what they might replace it with.

“Signor Marcovaldo used to brag about how he was going to be the first to bring a dead sea monster back to town,” Ercole went on.  “He was going to stuff it and hang it on the Pescheria wall, with the rest of his trophy fish.”

“Funny you would know that, when you claim you don't go up there,” said Giordana.

“Anyway, Signor Marcovaldo doesn't do that anymore,” Ciccio added quickly. “That's Giulia's father, you know, the Paguro family's friend,” he told Signora Trota.  “The shark-looking guy with one arm.  He is a sea monster now, though he stays on land most of the time.”

He had hoped reminding everybody of that would shut Ercole's argument down.  It was a start, since Ercole couldn't immediately think of something to counter it. Unfortunately, it seemed to be another thing that worried Signora Trota.

“I don't know how I feel about all that,” she sighed.  “Humans used to be something that stayed in their own place, but now they can come down here with us and we can't even recognize them.  And I know,” she added, “you're going to say that's what we're like to them, we can come out on the land and they can't tell what we are unless we get wet, but now I know how uncomfortable that feels I think it's all the more reason for us to stay in our element and them in theirs!”

Ercole smiled triumphantly.  “I couldn't agree more, Signora!”

If Ciccio had been sitting down, he would have slumped.  That seemed to be that, then.

Giordana, however, still had some fight left.  “I don't,” she said.  “If we weren't meant to go on land, we wouldn't be able to do the Change at all.  We'd all be like Alberto's cousin, who has to worry that her gills will dry out if she's out of the water too long.  We can even marry humans.  Alberto's mother was a human, remember?”

She caught Ciccio's eye and then quickly looked away, and he wondered what she was thinking.  Was she imagining them being married and having half-sea-monster, half-human kids someday?  The idea did make him smile, and he lingered on it for a moment before shaking himself back to reality.  “Yeah, it's fine,” he managed.  “Anyway, the bakery is right on the piazza, so you won't even be far from the water.  If anything did happen...”

“... which it won't,” Giordana put in.

“... the ocean's right there and you can just go home.”

“Come on, Mom,” said Arturo, mostly for the sake of defending his own right to play on land and watch football.  “Would Aunt Concetta and Aunt Pinuccia live up there all these years if it were so bad?”

“They definitely wouldn't let Arturo and Silvio visit them,” said Giordana.

“Just try it once,” Arturo suggested.  “You'll see it's not scary at all!”

Atinnia grimaced a bit.  “I was going to say,” she told them, as if admitting something distasteful.  “I had a word with Bianca about that today.”

“Oh?” Giordana said cautiously.  She'd never actually asked what Bianca Branzino thought of the surface, but she did know that Signora Branzino tended to scorn anything Daniela Paguro liked.  She looked to her left to see if Ciccio were also worried, and found that he was.

“What did she say?” Ciccio asked.

“She doesn't think much of the land monsters,” Atinnia admitted, “but she said it's always good to take an interest in your children's hobbies.  She would never have gotten into show crabs if Niccolò hadn't taken an interest, and it's a great help in keeping up ties with him when he's got a life and a family of his own.”  She gazed wistfully at Giordana for a moment, then sighed and looked at her plate.  “So she recommended that while she wouldn't do it herself, I might want to give it a try, just for that.”

“Really?” Arturo asked eagerly.

“So you will?” Giordana said.

“I suppose I'd better try it at least once,” Atinnia said.

Giordana beamed and looked at Ciccio, who smield back.  She didn't sound very enthusiastic but she'd agreed to go.  Maybe this was going to work out after all.

“That's great!” Ciccio said.  “You'll like it, I promise.  If nothing else, you'll like the cinnamon buns.  Don't worry about what Ercole said, he's just being a wet blanket.”  He shot Ercole a glare.

Giordana gave her mother a hug.  “Thanks, Mom.  It means a lot.”

“I'm glad I can make you happy, dear,” said Atinnia.  “I don't think I want to go too far from the water, though, not tonight at least.” She looked over at Ciccio, who nodded – he'd already assured her she didn't have to.  “Maybe I'll feel braver later, or maybe I won't want to do it again.  I don't know.”

“Either way, I'm glad you're willing to try,” said Giordana.

“Me, too!” Arturo agreed.

Ciccio allowed himself a quiet sigh of relief, and took a big bite of his dinner, suddenly feeling much hungrier.  At least one thing was going to go right today!  Not that he hadn't enjoyed it, and definitely not that he wouldn't do it again, but there absolutely was such a thing as too many surprises.

-

With supper over, Signora Trota joined them as they all headed for the harbour.  They were almost there when Ciccio announced he had to drop Ercole off, and took the older boy firmly by the arm to drag him away.

“That's a relief,” Ercole said when they were out of earshot.  “I thought maybe you'd forgotten and expected me to just walk out of the ocean in front of the whole town.  I guess you do have a bit of a brain sometimes.”

“It's been growing back since I stopped hanging out with you,” Ciccio said crossly.  “Today probably set it back by weeks.”  He escorted Ercole into shallow water by a pebbly beach to the west of the town proper, which sea monsters sometimes used if they wanted to get in and out of the water without being seen.  “Wait here.  Maybe you'll just change back when I do.  If not, I'll bring the kids and we can figure out what to do next.”

“Only the little one,” said Ercole.

“What?” Ciccio asked.

“The short one.  Luca,” Ercole clarified.  “The other two will laugh at me forever afterwards.”

That was probably true, and Ciccio wouldn't have blamed Alberto or Giulia one bit.  There was a very nice irony to the situation, after all. “Luca was the one who called you a catfish in the first place,” he couldn't resist reminding Ercole.

Ercole reached up to roll one of his barbels between his finger and thumb, looking for a moment as if he might change his mind, but then he shook his head.  “Somebody has to help me.  I can scare him out of telling the other two.  They wouldn't listen to me and they certainly can't keep secrets.”

“Right, right,” said Ciccio.  “Just wait here.”  He poked his head out of the water and looked around.  Nobody seemed to be looking.  It should be all right – Ercole was smart enough to hide if he saw somebody coming.  “I'll try to be fast,” he promised.

He returned to the harbour.  As he'd expected, his father and Guido were there waiting, along with a few other people who'd taken an interest in this latest development of Portoross's unique relationship with the Ligurian Sea.  Arturo and Giordana had dragged their mother up to one of the tables outside the bakery, where the three of them were waiting now.

As sea monsters, both the Trota children took after their late father's green colouring, rather than Atinnia's pink and purple.  Something similar turned out to be going on in their human forms – Arturo and Giordana both had brown eyes and dark hair, while Atinnia turned out to be very fair, with thick spiral curls in ash blonde.  She looked nervous and uncomfortable, repeatedly glancing at her hands and then quickly looking away, as if the sight of them upset her.

Nobody else looked very happy, either, in fact... and after a moment Ciccio realized that several important people were missing.  There was no sign of Signor Marcovaldo, or of Leonardo Scorfano, or of the four kids.

“Um... what's goin gon?” he asked warily.

It was his father who came down onto the beach to explain.  “The kids are missing.”

For a moment Ciccio thought he must have heard wrong.  They were missing? How could they be missing?  They'd only gone to San Giuseppe! What could have happened?  What had happened?  If the kids didn't make it back with their magic scroll, what would happen to Ciccio and Ercole?  Were they just... stuck?

“What?” he asked.

“Don't panic!” Ottonello held up his hands.  “They got split up in San Giuseppe. They're okay, as far as we know.  Massimo and Leonardo went to look for them.”

That was slightly better than 'missing'.  Ciccio breathed out.  “So what do we do now?”

“Well...” Ottonello looked at Guido, who could only shrug.  “I guess we just have to wait until they get back.”  He didn't appear to be angry. Upset and impatient, yes, but not angry.  This wasn't really anybody's fault.  “We just don't know when that will be. Hopefully not long.”

So maybe a couple more hours.  That wasn't so bad.  It did, however, leave them with one rather sticky problem.  Ciccio looked at Signora Trota, who had been given a cinnamon roll but was not yet eating it, although Arturo's mouth was full.  Giordana caught Ciccio's eye for a moment, then turned her head, upset.  Everything had gone against plan. Again.

“Can I have a wet towel, like Flavia gets?” asked Ciccio.

“I'll get one!” Guido said, and ran inside to do so.  Ciccio went and sat down with the Trota family.  It was time to tell the truth.  He knew if they didn't get it out now, they never would.

“I hope they're okay,” said Atinnia.  She wasn't fond of Luca, Alberto, and Giulia, but she didn't wish them harm.  She looked at her cinnamon roll again, perhaps considering tasting it but perhaps not, then gave Ciccio a sideways look and asked, “are you all right?”  He had been out of the water long enough that he really should have transformed by now.

Ciccio didn't answer her – he just looked directly at Giordana until she looked back.  She squirmed for a moment, then heaved a sigh.

“Mom?” she asked.  “Um... there's something we need to tell you.”

Guido came back with a wet towel and draped it around Ciccio's neck.  Ciccio muttered a thanks.

“What sort of a something?” Atinnia asked.  She looked at Ciccio, then at his father, clearly wondering why one looked human and the other did not.

Giordana took a deep breath.  “I know I... uh... managed to dive you a different impression... and yeah, that was kind of on purpose, but Ciccio, um... he's... him and his father aren't... aren't like us.”  She sat silent for a moment, waiting for her mother to figure it out. Atinnia remained confused – any why shouldn't she?  Ciccio was sitting across from her, obviously a sea monster.  Giordana had no choice but to keep going.  “They're... just humans.”

As soon as it was out in the open, it felt like a wall had come down – now Ciccio himself could explain.  “The kids, Luca, Alberto, and Giulia, had this magic book.  Alberto's cousin doesn't Change when she gets out of the water but she wishes she did, and the book had a spell where she could if she had a human to trade with.  So they talked me into volunteering.”

“We were thinking this would help ease you into it,” Giordana added, “you know, get to know him a little better first, before you told you.  I thought maybe you wouldn't be as upset.”

“I didn't know how much she'd really been lying about it,” Ciccio said.  It was only after those words were out that he realized he probably shouldn't have emphasized that.

Giordana forged ahead.  “Thing is, he needs Alberto's cousin to be here so both of them can change back, so now we have to wait.”

Atinnia was dumbfounded.  She looked at Ciccio.  He nodded.  She next tried his father, who just sighed.  It took a few more moments for her to find words.

“You've been seeing him for months,” she finally said to her daughter.  “I'd already met him.  Why didn't you say something before?”

Giordana lowered her head, as if trying to hide behind her long dark curls.  “I thought you'd be mad,” she said quietly.

Ciccio suddenly wondered exactly how she'd been expecting this to go.  If Signora Trota could have watched him change back as they'd originally planned, would it really have been any better?

“I... I wouldn't have been pleased,” Atinnia admitted, “but I'm more upset that you lied to me.  For months, Giordana!”  She didn't shout, but her voice definitely rose, and she had to take a moment to calm down.  Then she stood up, leaning on the back of her chair to steady herself.  “I think we should go home now.”

This was in a calmer tone, but there was a definite edge on Signora Trota's voice that neither of her children dared argue with.  Without a word, Giordana got up to help her mother walk.  Arturo stuffed the rest of his cinnamon roll in his mouth, and took her other arm.

“I'm sorry, Vito,” she said, polite but pained, to Ciccio's father.  “I don't think we should stay.”

“That's all right, Atinnia.  For what it's worth, I agree with you,” Signor Ottonello replied.

The Trota family disappeared back into the ocean, and Ciccio groaned and sat down in the surf.  Was he ever going to be allowed to see Giordana again? What was Ercole thinking right now?  He'd probably expected the whole thing to be over pretty quickly.  At least he wouldn't come ask what was going on – he'd be too afraid of being recognized.  He would just wait there, stewing, until the kids finally got back, whenver that turned out to be.

“I knew this was a terrible idea,” Ottonello remarked to nobody in particular, picking up Atinnia's roll to throw it away.  “I knew it was going to end in disaster, and here we are.”

“What?” Ciccio looked up, then stood.  “If you thought it was a bad idea, why did you let me do it?”

“Because I didn't want to be the bad guy,” his father sighed, coming down the steps to stand on the beach near him.  “Remember what I told you about Aunt Beatrice and Uncle Carlo?  I didn't want you to feel like you had to go behind my back to get what you wanted.  Same reason I didn't say anything when you and Guido started hanging out with Ercole Visconti.”

“You didn't want me doing that, either?”  Ciccio had a sudden sinking feeling. “What else have I been doing that you disapprove of?”

“It's not like there's a lot,” Ottonello quickly assured him.  “You're mostly a good kid, Francesco...”

But Ciccio needed an answer.  “What do you really think about Giordana?” he asked.  Not that it probably mattered.  Her mother was never going to let her out of the water again.

“I... I have no problem with Giordana,” his father replied.  “I didn't expect to like her, actually, but she's enthusiastic about backing and she encourages you to stand up for yourself.  If she were a normal girl...”

“Normal?” Ciccio interrupted.  That sinking feeling was getting worse.

Ottonello realized he's made a mistake.  “Sorry.  I meant... you know, human.”

“What if she was?”

“Well, she's not somebody I'd mind maybe having as a daughter-in-law someday, but that's me thinking way ahead.”

“But because she's a sea monster, you would mind?” Ciccio asked.

“I just said, that's me thinking way ahead,” his father replied firmly.  “You're only sixteen.  Nobody marries the person they dated when they were sixteen... except your Aunt Beatrice, and we know how that turned out.  You'll grow...”

The word grow was too much.  It was obvious what was meant to come after it.  “So you only put up with her because you think we'll grow out of it?”

“Francesco, you're not listening!”

“I'm listening enough!”  Ciccio couldn't believe this.  The whole time he'd thought his father appreciated that Giordana was his first real girlfriend, but really, he was just waiting for them to get tired of each other?  Had Ottonello only urged them to tell Signora Trota the truth because then she would be the one to make them break up?

He didn't want to hear anymore, but where could he go?  Not to his room, but he was in this stupid mess and he couldn't stay up here and let his gills dry out...

... but he could go back into the water, where his father couldn't follow him and knock on his door.  Ciccio could sit and sulk for as long as he liked.  Maybe he'd even stay there forever.  Flavia had wanted to be human so bad, she probably wouldn't even mind.

“Where do you think you're going?” Ottonello demanded, as Ciccio waded back into the harbour.

“To apologize to Signora Trota for you making her the bad guy!” Ciccio replied.  He dropped his towel and ducked under the water.

“I told you I don't want you out there in the dark!” he heard his father shout.

Ciccio ignored him, and went to the bottom of the bay to lean against the buoy anchor, arms folded across his chest and a scowl on his face.  He wasn't really going to talk to the Trotas, of course... Signora Trota probably never wanted to see him again.  He would just sit here until he cooled off a little.  Maybe by then the kids would be back.

As for Ercole, he could rot.

#pixar luca #luca 2021 #luca paguro #alberto scorfano #giulia marcovaldo #ercole visconti #fanfiction #a little human (as a treat)

[mrs-maximoff-kenner]

This is my last minute entry into the June Writing Challenge by @the-slumberparty (because work has been crazy and I finally got the chance to actually sit down and write).

It's a Clint Barton x Reader. I imagine the Reader as Female but I don't think there are actually any indicators of gender. I hope you all enjoy!

Popsicle Pup

You hadn’t been dating Clint for very long, but that didn’t matter. You knew from the very first day you met that you loved him. How could you tell? By the way he treated Lucky of course! You can tell a lot about a person by how they treat animals and though he may seem gruff and put off by the one-eyed canine, Clint SPOILS Lucky like you wouldn’t believe. Always sharing his food, bringing something home for the sweet boy whenever he goes out and, deny it he might, those boys loved to cuddle. So, needless to say, you fell in love with Clint right away. And, by extension, you fell in love with Lucky too. There was hardly ever a date where your new furry best friend didn’t tag along.

So, that’s how you ended up here today. Sitting on a blanket at the beach watching Clint chase Lucky near the edge of the water, a smile painted on your lips. You had been running and playing with them earlier but decided to take a break and sit for a while. Turning your attention back to the boys you let out a laugh as Lucky barrels into Clint, knocking him off his feet. You shake your head as your laughter slowly trails off only to be replaced by a different yet familiar sound. You turned your head and spotted the truck, whose jingle you would know anywhere, pulling up to the edge of the sand. It seemed Clint and Lucky hadn’t heard the music over the sounds of the people and ocean waves around them. So, with a new grin in place, you grabbed your wallet and headed to buy a surprise for your two favorite boys.

Clint and Lucky were back at the blanket by the time you skipped back over to them and plopped down. Their eyes seemed to light up whenever they saw you and this time was no exception. Though you knew the surprise you held behind your back would make those beautiful eyes sparkle even more.

“Whatcha got there babe?”

“Wellll…. I got (Your Favorite Frozen Treat) for me. And maybe I got a Firecracker Popsicle for you… And then I had to get a small dish of Vanilla for the bestest boy there ever was!”

It only took about 2 seconds for you to put down the dish in front of Lucky before he was inhaling it as fast as he could. You smiled and handed Clint his popsicle before beginning to eat your own treat. He opened his popsicle before stopping and just looking at you for a moment, causing you to start to blush.

“What are you looking at? Why are you staring at me?”

“I just love how thoughtful you are. And how much you care about Lucky. How you take care of us. I love you (Y/N).”

You froze. He had never told you that before. You had told him, but he had never actually said it back. You understood, with his past, his fears, trauma. He was afraid. You did understand. But hearing him say it now? A smile started to bloom on your lips… A smile that turned into full blown laughter when Clint’s popsicle was ripped from his hand by a very sneaky one-eyed canine who had to take advantage of the beautiful moment.

“Lucky! That was mine! Plus, we were having a moment dude! No more ice cream for you!”

Lucky just sat looking between the two of you, popsicle already gone with his tail swishing back and forth, he knew he would keep getting ice cream. His Dad was a pushover and his mom never listened to Dad anyway.

“Oh yeah, you really told him, didn’t you?” you managed to get out through giggles before finally calming down enough to see Clint’s pout.

“Aww, I’ll go get you another popsicle honey.”

You leaned in to give him a quick kiss before going to buy another popsicle. And right before your lips touched,

“I love you too Clint.”

#navy and roo's sleepover #june writing challenge #clint barton x y/n #mcu x reader #fanfic #lucky the pizza dog

[goldenfreddys]

september ‘04, cont.— um, it's kind of a lot

“Well, I have some news. It’s good news for me, but I think maybe mortifying for you.” Nadia grinned, cross legged in bed with a large book in her lap, “I have unearthed an archaeological artifact, courtesy of your mom.”

Jeremy groaned in faux anguish and sat down beside her. It was a photo album, probably filled with various outtake pictures of his youth that his mom didn’t have room to include in her primary album.

Nadia opened it up and immediately started laughing. There was a blurry picture of a newborn baby with adult sized sunglasses positioned on his tiny face, followed by more baby pictures of a similar ilk.

One photo, dated October ‘88, starred a small child wearing a ghostbusters jumpsuit.

Nadia pointed at the kid, “Oh my god, is that you?”

“Nope.” Jeremy guided her finger over to the child situated in the background dressed as a white-sheet ghost, “That’s me.”

“Wait, then…”

“My sister. I was kinda camera shy, so I always got her to stand in front of me for these types of pics.”

Nadia snorted, “Was? You slapped my camera into the lake last time I tried taking a picture of you.”

“You were being sneaky. You spooked me.”

“You’re right, next time I'll hold out a handful of sugar cubes and say ‘easy there’ like you're a horse that saw a scary twig.”

The next page had some pictures of a fishing trip. Nadia paused, frowning.

“Are you crying in this one?”

“Oh… Yeah, I-I didn't realize that in order to cook and eat the fish we also had to kill it. Um, coincidentally, this is also when I lost interest in fishing.”

They continued flipping through the pages.

“... What’s your sister’s name? You didn't say.”

“Charlie. We were pretty close back in the day.”

“Not anymore?”

“We-we um, we haven't really been in touch, given she… Died. Almost ten years ago.”

“Oh…”

Ten years. He began double checking the math in his head, before the train of thought derailed into a pile of blurry, dateless snapshots—questions like ‘do any of these men look like the one you saw that night?’ presented with a lineup of nondescript mugshots he couldn't tell apart, ‘worry tracker’ worksheets, the escalation from school counselors to therapists to adolescent psychopharmacologists, the de-escalation from policemen to detectives to amateur true crime enthusiasts— all of it at once, tangled in a cat's cradle.

Nadia set aside the album and stood up, “We’ll come back to that one. Go take a shower, you smell like job.”

It was true. Freddy’s had that typical unfamiliar place smell, combined with something kind of bitter and industrial, that clung to his clothes. Another wave of dread washed over him just thinking about his shift. If he had a scrapbook of bad first impressions, sleeping through his shift and acting like a complete basket case in front of his supervisor immediately after would need to have its own 2-page spread.

“I’m hearing a lot of silence and not a lot of getting in the wet-box!” Nadia called from the kitchen.

Jeremy took a breath and attempted to reel his focus back to the present. He got up, trying to itemize what needed to be done as he dug through the suitcase of clothes he hadn’t remembered to put away. After showering, he would need to eat, then phone his mom and try to get some actual rest. Alternatively, he could try to figure out where the fabled washer and drier unit was in the apartment.

The buttons on the light purple dress shirt he’d been given as a uniform were stiff and difficult- or maybe they were normal, and Jeremy’s fingers were still a bit jittery. Probably both.

He tried not to get into staring in the mirror. Although, he remembered last week one of Nadia’s new friends admitted she thought he was a butch lesbian when she first saw him, which was oddly comforting. It stuck in his head and gave a nice little rush whenever he had to look at himself- butches were cool, he thought. They performed machismo with grace.

Today was a hot shower day, Jeremy decided. He deserved a treat.

#parmaverse #my writing #fnaf au #nadia knox #<- nadia (main character) cameo #im not tagging jeremy he's a given

[webslingingslasher]

hello! I’ve got two little things i wanna tell you! (if you don’t mind LMAO)

okay so 1. i’ve been talking to the guy a bit, and since our schedules are so busy we haven’t gotten the chance to see each other since those seminars in like january/february, HOWEVER he was saying that he missed me and would like to meet up sometime soon! he also mentioned that he wanted to ask me out to lunch during one of those seminar days (there was a like 45 minute lunch break during the day, and a bunch of restaurants/take out places nearby). but then he didn’t because the both of us were busy with like homework/studying as well as like making sure to do the assignments given (i don’t think seminar is the right term but it’s still the only one i can think of rn!!)

ANYWAYS the second i kinda just need a less biased perspective i think???

so i think I’ve mentioned the girl who keeps complaining about her mom to me. so basically, she STILL DOES THAT! even tho I’ve literally asked her to stop. And she’s genuinely so mean! like she’ll literally grab things (mainly food or drinks) FROM YOUR HANDS. or go up to people (that she barley talks to!!) and literally goes “gimme” when they’re eating something she has. like personally i find it SOOO RUDE. and then today, i was standing, talking to one of my friends while drinking a coffee. this girl WALKED BY ME AND TRIED TO TAKE IT. and when i told her no, she called me a bitch 😭. but like ms girl knows how much i hate sharing drinks???? and its not like she can’t afford it bc she definitely can. ALSO THE MANNERS??? Like it’s so clear we were raised differently.

and then she’s also saying how after the term’s over she’ll have to move in with her mom rather than her dad (just cause of circumstances) and i understand that they may not have the best relationship (they argue a ton) but it really fucking hurts. and I’ve told her this!! and she still does it!!! and then when i tried telling her again she was like i know! (and then proceeded to keep talking about how much she hates her mom). And i swear id be there for her but like it’s every time i see her. It’s exhausting.

and man I’ve tried so hard to cut her off BUT SHE WONT LEAVE ME ALONE. idk i think im just very mad with her atm but like i really don’t know what to do anymore. I’ve spoken to one of our other friends, and she agrees with me!

anyways thank you for listening (reading) my rant 😭

-🦋

1.) YAAAS. GET THE BOY. WE STAN HIM!!!!!!

2.) if u don't ghost that cunt in real time i'll hate you. nah, jk, i've been there before. honestly, the ONLY way to get those types of people out of your life is to not hide the distain anymore.

texting you? ignore it. leave her on read.

she comes up to you and takes your shit? roll your eyes and make a comment about how you should've expected it.

you see what i'm saying? treat her how she treats you. i bet you it'll work.

#🦋 anon

[deathsbestgirl]

so some of my medical history:

lyme disease when i was 10

mono right after (one kid i was never near in the county had it)

a weird ass contagious skin disease that was very contagious so i couldn't go to school (easily treatable) that no one else in the county had

diagnosed with a type of arthritis when i was 15 (the "treatment" didn't help)

i've had 4 surgeries for cysts (ganglion cysts both wrists, left side lypoma, cholestiatoma in my left ear)

tubes in my ears 3 times

2 surgeries to replace the bone in my left ear (i'm HOH)

MRSA my freshman year of college (not allowed at school)

junior year? i started getting treated for chronic lyme (controversial) was on multiple antibiotics for 4 years, went gluten free, no sugar, very little caffeine, got cdif (colitis) (almost died) had to stop that route. tried chinese medicine (garlic & herbs) was taking chlorophyll with too much copper, got copper poisoning & almost died (when my dad was first diagnosed with cancer no less) stopped that course too. (also did a whole miserable diet that i can't even talk about bc i really like food & that also almost killed me bc i didn't want to eat ever)

did acupuncture for years, that was the MOST helpful. she improved my period, helped make my diet tolerable, improved my pain & migraines by leagues, etc etc

pretty sure i have pots, maybe eds but i haven't tried to get diagnosed because ... i hate doctors with a burning passion. my biggest problem now is fainting & allergies lol and liquid iv & compression socks have actually made the biggest difference. used to survive on gatorade & pedialyte. and i need to go back to acupuncture

i'm always in pain (muscles, joints literally all of them) but you learn to live with it. and my very helpful doctors told me to ignore that pain when i was 15 & said fatigue was normal. so um. yeah

i feel like i've buried most of the memories, like they were years ago at this point but they feel like another life sometimes.

it's so isolating and if i didn't have two really good friends at home when i left college, i don't know how i would have made it. they would come over basically everyday and we'd watch tv & hang out, they'd make sure i ate & help me clean etc etc (i had the downstairs apartment if my parents house most of the time and *thankfully* my family was always helpful & understanding, my mom fought so hard for me) my mom & my friends could tell how i was feeling without my having to saying a word about it.

it absolutely kills me every time i read about what others deal with when they have chronic illnesses because that just. is not how anyone should be treated when they're sick & in pain. i remember being 15 and the whole world telling me "you can't be sick all the time" like literally yes you can you dumb fucks. again, thankfully i had some great teachers who made so many allowances for me (letting someone leave class early with me because i couldn't walk or carry my stuff but i had no aids or plan with the school. sometimes teachers that weren't even mine let a friend leave their class. one teacher didn't make me read a tale of two cities because i missed the whole unit) i had another friend going through hell. she has crohn's disease and she almost went blind and it took a long time for her to get diagnosed too.

one of those days i'm just mad at the world. this post doesn't really have any purpose other than to say listen to disabled people, especially the ones in your life. and if you can help them then you should. it's isolating & exhausting & painful in so many ways. people shouldn't lose friends because of their health. they shouldn't be guilted because of their health. health isn't an achievement, it isn't something you can control even if you do everything you possibly can. some things we just have to live with.

#personal