#i wish all foods did not cost money ever

[tayne-dot-exe]

My recent autism "I need to categorize and list everything" obsession is foods and flavors, but for just my taste and the cheapest/easiest way for me to have it whenever. Long diary post.

Like I need to list out every food I ever want, to remind myself what are all the things I like to eat and what are my options, especially trying to figure out what flavor profiles/foods are most DISTINCT from each other and if there are versions of similar stuff where I would never choose one if another was an option (eg. teriyaki chicken vs braised pork), I've basically come up with a list of things that could pass as a fairly varied restaurant menu, or a buffet catered personally to me. Stuff thats good in the cupboard or freezer indefinitely I already try to keep stocked for myself for any time I feel like which is basically an awesome munchies spread of chips, candy, packaged pastries, and ice cream, but I wish getting cheeses or fun breads didnt have such a time limit or it was easier to get/make just a couple servings of them so I dont have to plan HAVING to finish whole packs/batches of stuff before it gets moldy. But I honestly think if I had the option to star trek materialize any food any time for free I might never really stray from a list like this because while I'm not really afraid of trying new foods, when I do I'm doing it in the pursuit of finding out every possible food I want in my Repertoire. When I go to a new restaurant I usually try to figure out what is the item on the menu that has either the highest combination of flavors I either already know I like or that I can't "INTJ calculate in my head".

I wish I could try more flavors of things to compare 1 on 1 the best version of different things (love adam ragusea or babish vids where they actually do the experiment of if a regular person can appreciate differences in techniques every online recipe just Says is the best way) or even just to Know more things without having to commit to like 10$ blocks of 20 different cheeses I've never had before or even the continuous funky packaged snacks with flavors of the month that might just be made to trick people into trying 1 time and not to actually be good, we need cheese tasting parties but for every kind of food and snack you may not have otherwise organically encountered without having to spend 6$ per package of a ton of things you might not finish. I feel like maybe there was a reddit guy era of having hot sauce tastings? I feel like bbq sauces also have so much variety that you could do something like that, I'm a big sauce fan.

For most of these things I think I have pretty basic and cheap taste and don't have the palette to care about differences of fancier cooking techniques or subtle flavor differences or the best mouthfeel combination of chocolate and caramel. And to some degree theres only so many foods that bring entirely distinct and strong flavor components out there, especially since the flavors you're predisposed to liking are somewhat limited by whats familiar to you, but sometimes I'm like what if there are flavors out there I could never "INTJ calculate in my head" and have no idea I need to try in the right context to know this (like how guys will specialize in how to mentally approach tasting what kind of coffee you like). Or worse what if theres something I would love so much but could never find locally, I am so use to abundance and having the same access to things all year that this would be like a faerie food curse to me (not really, tbh stuff being even just a little more expensive than things that are easy to make and stock usually deters me anyway but "I have the OPTION to spend 30$ to have. idk lobster in the middle of Texas even though I'm not willing to spend that much hardly ever" feels different than "what if my potential favorite fruit in the whole world is not sold in any grocery store in america").

Anyway you know that post about what chicago guys put on their hot dogs. I feel like out of just my list of very flavorful INGREDIENCE I get excited when its on any thing at a restaurant, I could mix together a bunch of vegetables and condiments that maybe could be called a "salad" that I can just put on any combination of carbs or protein like "you know what every single sandwich is missing? 3 types of cheese, 4 types of pickled vegetables, sun dried tomatoes, avocado, green onions…." Like I want to see just how many strong flavors I can put together while still actually tasting most of them individually. If they overpower each other then I will not know where to cut back because maybe I just want to know that everything I like is all together and I am having it.

#tayne newsletter #Though I'm not really watching world news so idk if food is about to get even more expensive #cos w the number of ingredients I'm thinking this could be as much as getting fast food even if it lasts a bunch of meals #I only eat out a couple times a month sometimes so that would be a big jump in spending #though I don't spend much in general and having good food is the area I'd be willing to splurge more #i wish all foods did not cost money ever #I've actually been mostly fine and satisfied meal prepping the same chicken tikka masala recipe for months for most of my meals #like as far as my list of 'what foods do I like' thats one of my top flavors of all time #especially since my mindset was to cook as infrequently as possible while still eating well #I have just discovered a new energy for cooking and figuring out what recipes I want to try to make for myself

[theblackestswan]

Silent Desires | #2

Synopsis — There was a time when you pondered how you'd ever let it be known how much you desired Jungkook. But now? He's back. And he's not being silent with his desires anymore.

• Jungkook × F!Reader

• Brothers best friend, childhood friends to somewhat strangers to lovers, smut, fluff, and a bit of angst

• explicit language

• word count: 1k+

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The weekend had gone by fast. It was Friday when your car took a shit, and it was now Sunday. Jungkook had spent most of yesterday morning looking over your car, along with your dad and they both confirmed you needed a new transmission. You couldn't do much about anything on the weekend so you spent it mostly in your room, wishing your sorrows away.

But now you have an even bigger problem, you have to face. What the hell are you gonna do as far as work? Your car is more than likely not getting fixed anytime soon.

Transmissions aren't cheap, and even then, depending on the cost, it might just make more sense to get yourself a new car, with how old yours is. Neither of which you can afford right at the current moment, but if you save up more money this next month, you could at least start to think about it.

It was all too much. You didn't want to handle this, but you had to.

Pulling yourself out of bed, and decided it would be good to actually eat a full meal, you bring yourself to the kitchen, where everyone sits. Including him.

"Y/N! Good morning my sweet girl! Just in time for breakfast... how'd you sleep?" You gave your mom a side hug as she kissed your forehead.

"Eh, it was fine." You really weren't in the mood to converse. You sat yourself down across from Jungkook. Unfortunately (maybe not so) that was the only seat available at the table.

"Morning Y/N." Jimin said as he sipped his coffee.

"Good morning Chim," you looked at him and smiled. You looked at Jungkook and dropped the smile. "Morning to you too."

You probably should be treating him better. He did help you with your car, as well as spent his morning yesterday looking at it. And he hasn't asked for a single form of payment. And honestly, weren't you glad to see him again?

"Morning to you too, sweet cheeks." He flashed you a 'two can play this game' sort of smile.

You rolled your eyes and just in time, mom saved the day by placing a large plate of pancakes down. "Eat up! I made lots!"

Just as you went to reach for a plate to grab some food, he did the same. Your fingers touched and you were sure this was what it felt like to be electrocuted. It felt good? To feel his touch? No. Y/N, no. You're supposed to be upset at him.

You backed your hand away so quick, you would think it was a snake trying to bite you. "Sorry." You mumbled.

He just chuckled, grabbing a plate he asked, "How many pancakes do you want?" Huh? This man is not about to serve you food. In your own home, nonetheless.

"I can get my own." You stood your ground.

He chuckled again, but this time a little more dark. "I said, how many do you want?" His eyes were piercing you.

"And I said, I can get my own." You gave him the same smile he gave you this morning when he greeted you.

His eyes still staring into your soul, he spoke, "Y/N, you don't listen very well," he turned to Jimin, thank God. You couldn't take his eyes looking at you like that. "Chim, how many does she usually eat?"

Jimin looked at you and you flashed your eyes so fast to him to give him that look.

"She eats two, usually." This bitch ain't loyal.

Jungkook turned back to you and smiled. His way of saying 'Haha bitch, so you thought'. He put three pancakes on the plate and sat it down in front of you.

"I only eat two..." you mumbled.

"And I've noticed you haven't ate much this lately. So eat up." Wait, he actually noticed you this weekend? Yes, anyone in this house could know you mostly stayed in your room, but he noticed you were eating less? Which is true. When you're anxious you eat less. No one usually notices though.

How were you supposed to be mad at that? A silent 'thank you' left your mouth with a small smile.

The rest of breakfast went on like it normally does. Except for one more voice added to the conversation.

"So uh, I need to figure out that to do about getting to work. For the next little bit anyways." You really didn't want to bring this up, but you had to. Tomorrow was Monday, you had no other choice.

"Hun, we can get you a rental car. It's the least we can do." Your dad said. He truly was such a great dad.

"Dad, that's expensive. I don't want you wasting your money." You sighed. It was true. Although your parents were definitely well off, and could honestly just buy you a new car, you valued spending your own money. As much as you know your parents would help you out in a heartbeat, you were twenty three. You needed to do this on your own.

Before your dad could even counter back an argument, Jungkook spoke up.

"I can take you to work."

Oh no, I think the fuck not.

"Kook, I work 40 minutes from here. Not happening." Suddenly the argument with your dad, seemed like a better one to have.

"Y/N, I work around that area anyways, I can drop you off, and pick you up. It's not a big deal. Seriously." This big doe eyes were hard to resist. In every way.

"Look, you guys, I don't want to be a burden. Now please, can we talk about this seriously?" You were on the verge of tears at this point.

"You are not a burden Y/N, I promise you, it would do no harm for me to take you to work. Now c'mon." He looked at your even sterner.

"Kookie's right, sis. He does work near you. And your hours work perfectly. Just let him help." It was hard enough taking Jungkook's eyes piercing you, but your brothers too? You had a soft spot for Chim. He knew it, and he used it to his advantage for a lot of things.

Rubbing your face and wishing it would melt away, you sighed. "Fine! But only for this week. I just... need time to figure things out." You didn't even want to look him in the eyes.

"For as long as you need, I'm here."

Sure you are Jungkook. Sure you are.

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[tragedyofdevotion]

Dependency

Yandere Kalim x reader

Please check tigger warnings ⚠️

Mentions of sexual assault, pregnancy and having thoughts of suicide (nothing explicit)

"Good evening, y/n!"

The man came in, looking as energetic as ever. No matter how much he grew up, he did not lose his childish enthusiasm, a trait that you would have appreciated if you were not in this situation.

Ignoring your lack of response, he continued, "I have a present for you today. Here it is. I knew it would be beautiful on you as soon as I saw it."

Opened before you was a box which had a pair of dangle earrings in it. Even if you were to sell all your organs to illegal trafficking routes, you probably would not be able to afford the red stone of the earring adorned in the middle by the gold decorations.

"Let me put this on you."

The man put the box down on the table alongside the other presents he gave before, and sat down on the sofa beside you. Then he proceeded to lift you up only to sit you back down on his lap.

Back at the college when you were spending days nonchalantly with your friends, you would not have thought that he was this strong. Compared to the beastmen or the eel brothers, his body was on the smaller side after all. But now you knew that he could be strong, too, when he wanted to, like when he is holding your wrist down as you struggled beneath him.

It felt disgusting. To feel a person's warmth though poor excuse of a clothing he had put you on. But you did nothing to stop him from taking the earrings from the table and put it on your ears.

No, it was not that you had become obedient to him. It was not that you grew to love him either.

It was just that this life here was not that bad.

You were here in this world without a penny to your name nor a talent to make up for the lack of money. So, you just thought that being the pet of the richest man in this world would be a better option compared to dying like stray cat on the side of the road.

Back when you were in your own world, you had to worry about your tuition fees, your bills, and the constant pressure from your parents and relatives. And when you arrived Twisted Wonderland, you had to worry about your food cost, your lack of magic and the overblots.

Howeved, in this lifestyle, you had to worry about nothing. When it was time for meals, the maids brought the most delicacies this world had to offer to you. And other times, you could just laze around in this room doing whatever you want. You could even wear the most beautiful dresses and the most expensive jewelries.

It was actually a good deal. All you had to do was stay in this room and never step a single foot outside. You were an introvert and a shut-in anyway so it did not matter much that you could not go out. After the hustle and bustle of the college days, staying alone without minding for your social battery and patience running out was something you were even glad about.

But of course, with being in this room came being accessible to him at all times. And at first, as a normal response of the kidnapped, you did fight back, you tried to claw his eyes out, tried bite off his tongue, or even your own tongue.

But still it felt revolting that his skin had touched yours. And what made it worse was that he took your lack of struggle as your affection for him, like right now as he was looking contently at you as he played with the earrings he just put on your ears.

However, after being experienced the crushing defeat that came with his servant's magic, you learned that struggling was futile. So, you, instead, tried to take your mind off what was happening in the moment. It was a kind of escapism from the reality. He would be kissing your chest and your mind would be wondering if there really was another universe beyond the black hole.

What a delusional little prince.

Sometimes, you wished he died, from poison, or from assassination or from being hit by a thunderbolt or from being swallowed by the volcano eruption, or from anything else that made a human dead.

But then again, when he was not here who would take responsibility for your living expenses. You had grown used to living a life of luxury under his watch where you did not have to lift a single finger. So, you did not want to go back to those tiring days anymore.

Well, it would be a useless thought since he still was not dead.

As such, the relationship between you and him were in a standstill with you not resisting anything he did, but never opening your heart to him either, until a few days ago. But that fragile balance was shattered into a million pieces when you realized you were carrying his child.

A child, a living being that had the blood and flesh of his, was now living in your uterus, growing bigger as it consumed your energy. Now that there was an actual proof his "love" existing in your body, you could not escape reality anymore.

Moreover, you did not have the confidence to care for another soul when you were incapable of even caring for yourself. You realized that your mind was already a few screws loose. You were not the most suitable person to raise a child.

Most of all, you could not bring yourself to love it. You could not feel what should naturally come to a mother, the maternal instinct to love her child. To you, it was the evidence of his crime on your body. And no matter how much you convince yourself that the child had no sin, you could not think of giving birth to his child.

To start with, you hated children even before all of this. And you never thought of getting married because of the idea of having children, even if it was with someone you loved. To think you would bear the child of his...., although it should not be too surprising considering the sexual intercourse that was repeated night after night. It should even be considered a miracle that it took this long.

You suddenly felt your body tilted as he pushed you down on the couch.

"Y/n..."

He said appearing lovesick, his iris looking heart shaped that you often saw in some characters in anime.

"Kalim..."

You called his name. He widened his smile as he heard your voice for the first time today.

"Please..."

You looked into his eyes, pleading. Normally, he would grant all your wishes if you looked at him like that.

"Kill me."

Yes, after thinking for several days, you figured that was the only solution for you. You don't want to live with him. But you can't live apart from him. So, the only solution is to not live at all.

#yandere kalim al asim #yandere kalim x reader #yandere twst #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere kalim x you #yandere kalim x y/n

[geekforhorror]

it’s my birthday!! if it’s not to much trouble can I request a short fic with anakin abt birthdays?? Love ur work xoxo

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOVE <333

also i hope u don’t mind if the fic turned out to be longer :)

wish upon a star

pairing: rots!anakin x fem!reader

warning(s): none just fluff!

word count: 1.0k

It was the day Anakin had been waiting for. It was finally your birthday. He had been counting down the days ever since you told him when your birthday was when you met him two years ago. Unbeknownst to you, he had been looking the perfect gift to give you for months. Anakin went from shop to shop with no success and he felt hopeless. That was before he stumbled across a lovely clothing store with everything you liked. It had gorgeous sundresses, jewelry, and even nightgowns. He had been browsing the store trying to decide what would be the best present for a special girl like you. Then he found the answer to his unsaid prayers.

Hanging on the rack was a beautiful periwinkle colored satin nightgown with pearl straps that would drape over your shoulders. It was everything you liked in a dress and he knew it too. See, he had been taking notes on what styles and trends you had taken interest in for this exact moment. Anakin looked down at the dress and he knew it was the one. He takes the dress off the rack before heading toward the checkout counter. Anakin then lays the garment on the countertop for the cashier to scan.

“What’s the occasion, sir?” she asks him.

“It’s my wife’s birthday,” he says awkwardly.

“She must be a very special woman then,” she replies while slipping the garment in a fancy box to preserve its state.

“She is,” he says with a smile while she looks away for a second to figure out how much it would cost

“Alright sir, that’ll be 105 credits,” she confirms before he pulls out his card to insert in the credit machine. He hears pinging, letting him know that the payment went through. He couldn’t be happier. Even though the dress cost more than he originally thought it would, he didn’t regret spending his money on his special girl.

“Thank you ma’am,” he says to the lady.

“My pleasure… She’s going to love the dress,” she assures him before he walks away and out of the store. He knew he had to get home quick because he had more surprises waiting for you.

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It had been an hour since he returned home from the store and he was multitasking as if his entire life depended on it. He had to make dinner, set the table, and change into his best attire. Everything had to be perfect for the night you guys would share together. After finishing cooking dinner, he placed the food on the fanciest plates you had and set it on the table right next to the mini candles and flowers he had bought before he arrived at your apartment. Everything was in place.

To his dismay, he heard the front door open and he saw you standing there looking more beautiful than ever if that was possible because you always looked beautiful. You were wearing a navy blue dress with the diamond necklace that he bought for you last year on your birthday. You didn’t have to dress up for your job today, but it was your special day for makers sake and you wanted to feel elegant. And you did. You must’ve looked elegant to have a man like Anakin Skywalker rendered speechless at the sight of you.

“Wow… you look… amazing,” he manages to sputter out nervously.

“You don’t look too bad yourself, Skywalker,” you tease. You weren’t lying at all. He had changed into a modest black dress shirt and matching pants. You saw the way the shirt outlined and showed off his toned shoulders, but you weren’t complaining at all.

He walks over to you, taking in the sight of you once more to grasp the etherealness of your beauty.

“Allow me,” he says, now offering you his hand in which you take in a heartbeat.

“Such a gentleman,” you say with a childish like grin before walking over to the nicely decorated table in awe. ‘He did all of this for me,’ you thought to yourself.

“Ani… You shouldn’t have,” you stammered.

“Of course I had to, my love,” he reassures.

“You’re too good to me,” you say.

“You deserve it,” he says adoringly.

“I don’t know how I got this lucky,” you reply truthfully. You were being 100% genuine right now. He was your everything and you didn’t know what you would do without him in your life. Before you met him, you were lost in life and so was he, but then the two of you met and it was like it was meant to be.

“Neither do I. I mean, I get to spend the rest of my life with an amazing girl like you,” he says which practically has you blushing like a teenage girl. He hesitates for a second before pulling out a nicely decorated box with a bow wrapped around it, causing you to look at him in both awe and shock.

“I was going to wait until later, but I can’t wait any longer,” he says before handing the box over to you. “Go ahead, open it,” he says.

You look at him with a smile before opening the delicate package and removing the wrapping around the garment. Once you finally got down to the surface of the box, you took it out and realized what it was.

“Maker, Ani… It’s beautiful…” you trail, still in shock over the nightgown and its features.

“That’s why it’s so fitting, angel… because you are,” he says with a smile.

“I swear to maker, Ani… If you don’t get over here and kiss me right now, I’ll lose it,” you say, catching him off guard. He stands up and so do you before he kisses you softly on the lips. It was soft but also so intimate. Just the way you guys liked it. He had given you many things. Passion, happiness, gifts, but most importantly; his love. That was the best thing he could’ve ever given you and you couldn’t thank him enough for it. You were forever grateful for Anakin.

“I love you so much, sweetheart,” he softly whispers against your lips.

“I love you too,” you reciprocate while being lost in the kiss.

This was a birthday you would never forget.

#anakin skywalker #anakin fluff #anakin imagine #star wars anakin #anakin skywalker smut #anakin smut #hayden christensen #anakin star wars #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin x reader #revenge of the sith #star wars fandom #star wars fanfiction #star wars

[axryl]

ayato’s not one to love.

as the head of the yashiro commission, there’s really no room for things such as love in his life. 

the elders try to get him into the dating scene but to no avail. because every person they’ve attempted to get him with was just not compatible at all. each one has walked out of his life claiming that he was just too much of a monotonous person to bear, or too little of a conscientious romantic partner. 

and to be fair, ayato agrees. there are other matters to focus on than the topic of love. 

the bustle of inazuma city’s streets snaps him out of his thoughts as he walks through the small crowds around each shop. 

this has to be the first time he’s ever gone out shopping alone; without the assistance of thoma. because each shopping stall he walks by seems so unfamiliar, each one with various trinkets, clothing, accessories, or food to be sold. 

eventually, his eyes caught onto a lone shop in the distance, not far from the rest of the stalls. ayato lights up almost immediately as he reads the painted bubble letters of the word ‘boba’ on the sign.

“5000 mora!”

the lady behind the stall smirks. she crossed her arms before outstretching an open hand out, expecting a bag of mora from the blue-haired man. ayato can’t help but stare at the lady’s open hand dumbfoundedly. 

of course, money was never really a problem for ayato. but 5000 mora for a drink of boba? it was ridiculously overpriced, and even he knew it. ayato cursed under his breath, before reaching for the wallet in his pocket. it was no wonder this shop had no customers at all. 

“ah, don’t be like that, yuki!”

curious, he turns to the person next to him and his heart skips a beat at the sight. you stand next to him, and he swears you’re glowing, hand on your hip as you seemingly haggle with the lady running the boba stand.

“c’monnn, we’ve been friends for so long! do me a favor just this once, hm? you owe me, remember?” you wink at yuki, and she grumbles something incoherent under her breath as she uncrosses her arms and looks at ayato. 

“3500 mora. take it or leave it.” yuki mutters, and he hears a ‘pfft!’ from you beside him. “you can do lower than that!” yuki immediately glares at you, whereas you grin at her cheekily. he hears a tongue click in yuki’s direction, and he assumes it’s one of irritation as she glares at ayato next. 

“2000 mora. I’m not going any lower than that.”

“that’s more like it, thanks yuki” you chuckle. yuki grumbles in response before she moves to prepare the sweet beverage. 

“don’t mind her, she’s just like that” ayato turns his full attention onto you. 

“oh, are you… okay?” you point out his open mouth, wide from surprise at the situation that just played out in front of him. how did you manage to haggle a price from 5000 mora to a cost as low as 2000? he snaps out of his daze and his cheeks flush into a pale pink as he closes his mouth, cursing internally at having been acting like a fool in front of the incredibly attractive person in front of him. 

“ah, apologies” he coughs into his fist before bowing, “thank you… for doing that for me, i appreciate it.” ayato flashes you a smile, and you chuckle in turn. “don’t be! It’s fine, really. some of the people here tend to overprice the things they sell so i’m more than glad to… negotiate prices hahaha”

he can’t help but stare at each one of your features, each one being so unbelievably gorgeous to him as you continue to make conversation while yuki prepares his drink. “sorry, i’ve forgotten- but, your name?” you ask, tilting your head as your mouth curved into a smile.

“ayato. delighted to make your acquaintance…?” he trails off, looking at you expectantly. “it’s y/n! nice to meet you too, ayato.” 

he grins, “delighted to make your acquaintance, y/n.” 

“well as much as i’d like to stay and chat with you, i have somewhere else to be right now.” 

ayato wishes you didn’t notice his face instantly going downcast at your words. 

“i’ll see you around, ayato”

“oh. yes, goodbye then.”

you flash him a sympathetic smile, before moving past the crowd and disappearing from his sight. he lets out a sigh, yet the corner of his mouth tugs up into a smile at your interactions with him. 

ayato’s not one to love.

but for you? he’ll make an exception.

#ayato x reader #ayato x you #ayato fluff #ayato kamisato #genshin #genshin impact #axryl.writes

[snowblossomreads]

Day 7: (Stormy Reunion) Persona Non Grata

Pairing: Sinclair Bryant x Fem!Reader

Summary: In where [Y/n] attends a business holiday party with Sinclair and eventually run into someone from Sinclair's past when they are leaving.

Tag(s)/Warning(s): mentions of alcohol, mentions of cheating and incest (🤢), hurt, comfort, kissing, swearing

Word Count: 3.8K

A/N: I'm back with a story of everyone's sweet human puppy! I love him so much and I wish Alan played more characters of this nature as it showed a different side of him.😣 Ugh ugh I can go on and on about Sinclair but I won't....well not in the notes LOL enjoy the story though!

Food, drinks, and chatter flowed in abundance at the holiday dinner party that both Sinclair and [Y/n] were in attendance for at a high end restaurant near Hyde Park that she had never knew existed.

It wasn't very surprising that she hadn't known it was there, considering a meal in this place probably cost as much as her heating bill in the winter time. She wouldn't have even dared stepped in the restaurant back then fearing that she would be thrown out on the bases that she looked well...out of place.

Yet somehow she was here and it was most definitely because she was on the arms of the kindest, handsomest and most perfect man she had ever met. He was honestly a star in a room dominated mostly by dull businessmen who he worked with. So it was understandable that she found herself glued at Sinclair's side as he took her around to all his colleagues proudly announcing that she was his girlfriend and how wonderful she was.

He was like a little puppy who had found their favourite person with their favourite toy in hand and just wanted everyone to know how happy he was. She was sure the light makeup she had put on would melt away with how hot her face had become by all  the praise and adoration he had thrown her way.

It was wonderful, and life was wonderful she mused as she listened to Sinclair chatting loudly and animatedly to some coworkers who listened with a varying amount of interest. His cheeks were flushed a bit red from the few drinks he had and it made him all the more chatty with folks which seemed to be an almost impossible thing.

"You know next year me and [Y/n]...hiccup…are thinking about buying a villa in the French countryside," he bragged to the group who all made a various noises of interest at what he said. "We can stay visit during the winter and …hiccup… then rent it out during the summer I think it would be a fine investment!"

"Oh no Sinclair means, he's, thinking about buying a villa in the French countryside," [Y/n] interrupted nudging him in the side causing him to let out an exaggerated 'ow' before he was nudging her back playfully. She let out a little laugh and patted his shoulder before continuing. "[Y/n] is just a helpless bystander who watches him buy pretty trinkets and then watch him wonder where he's going to fit the bloody thing when it gets to him. It's madness in the house sometimes I swear!"

The group seemed to get a good laugh out of that and even Sinclair chuckled at her, looking over to her with shining eyes that radiated cheerfulness.

She honestly didn't care how he spent his money, it was his to spend but she did like to poke fun at some of the things he would buy. Especially his vintage cars. He loved vintage cars but her? She didn't get the point if he wasn't going to drive them. They were pretty though and he did love pretty things so that is probably where that had come from.

"Well I haven't heard her protest about it yet so I think she's onboard with it to, so you're all invited to the villa when we get it settled!"

There was a chorus of 'brilliant!' and 'alright!' that sounded from the group at the invitation that was extended and she couldn't help but to shake her head with a smile.

Conversation carried on for a bit longer before [Y/n]'s eyes began to start to droop as her feet ached a bit from the heels she had been wearing. They were comfy for the first few hours but she was beginning to want to just take them off and go bare footed which was probably frowned upon in such an establishment. And thus her mission of getting Sinclair on board with going home started.

"Sinclair!" she called out once she had found him after returning from a quick trip to the loo.

He was surprisingly not cornering a coworker to talk their ear off but he unsurprisingly was lurking around the dessert table that had been set up for the party poking around at some of the leftovers.

"[Y/n]!" He replied enthusiastically before shoving the rest of the dessert he was holding in his mouth as she approached.

She couldn't help the laughter that belted out from her when she saw him do that, thoroughly amused at the lack of decorum he had sometimes when it came to eating.

"Sorry to put damper on things love but I'm a bit knackered from all this fun we're having," she said trying to sound lighthearted even though she just wanted to crawl in bed. "Mind if we leave soon? I think some of your buddies are also looking a bit worn out."

Taking a look around they both noticed that things had calmed down a bit and some of the guests had cleared off probably also getting ready to leave while others chatted with one or two other people.

The party was winding down and she would also like to be doing the same having been busy all day earlier and now only feeling the effects of everything.

"Oh you're right it is getting late isn't it! I don't even see Michael, you know the one I told you about that is always hanging around trying to learn everything he can about what's going on with the business? Great chap to be with!" Sinclair chirped as he looked around and saw the same thing she was seeing. "Okay then well I guess we better be off! Let's make another round to say bye to everyone I'm sure they would like to see you one more time before we left."

Doing just that, they went around to the remaining people still hanging out saying goodbye to them and wishing them a goodnight. [Y/n] had also received quite a few compliments from people as they all seemed genuinely pleased to have met her even having one of the older men, who was apparently an executive board member that Sinclair had told her was a bit of a mentor to him say,

"You've sure found a brilliant woman Sinclair absolutely lovely girl you are dear!" The older man boasted loudly with an equally loud belly laugh. "Make sure he brings you to the New Year's party that I'm hosting! My Margaret would love to meet you, she never got on with the other one never had the chance to really but oh well!"

Sinclair could only grin and look at [Y/n] who also mirrored his expression though she felt a slight nagging in her brain when the man had said 'the other one'. She was well aware of Sinclair's ex who had barely ever visited the office or attended any parties that his company had thrown.

While she also had to admit she didn't quite care for them, [Y/n] did understand it was important to show support and it was the reason she had let him drag her to the event.

Telling him ‘thank you’ and reassuring him that they would indeed attend, the couple went up to the front of the restaurant where Sinclair turned to her and happily chirped,

"Wait here darling I'll go get the car! No sense in both of us freezing out there."

What a gentleman.

"Okay don't keep me waiting though," she teased as she went to kiss him, still tasting the faint traces of sweetness from the dessert he had nicked when she had saw him.

Amber eyes lit up as he gave her a nod before he exited the building which allowed a bit of cold air to come in before it stopped when the door closed fully. Taking a seat nearby, [Y/n] listened to the soft chatter and clatter of the stragglers in the restaurant. Two of Sinclair's coworkers passed by her as they exited the building, both saying good night to her once more as the exited leaving her sitting and waiting.

A few minutes became ten when [Y/n] looked at the watch on her wrist and she began to wonder where he had run off to considering they hadn't parked but a two or three minute walk from the place. Not only that, the drowsiness she felt was growing and she was sure the place was closing soon.

'I guess I should go find my wandering puppy.'

She mused making herself giggle which was a sign that she needed to go lay down soon as delirium maybe setting in. Perhaps the cold air would wake her up some.

So making an executive decision, [Y/n] got up, wrapped her coat tightly around her body and exited the restaurant in search of Sinclair. The chilly English air and the light breeze that was blowing in her direction definitely did its job in waking her up as she made way to the street they had parked on.

And just as she had thought, it only took a about three minutes (not that she was counting) to spot the car and her missing partner who was not in said car.

Instead Sinclair's back was facing her when she saw him, and it looked like he was talking to someone who she couldn't make out from her position. Though when she got closer, she could clearly make out a woman's voice which caught her attention.

"Sinclair I've missed you! Please we can start over can't we? Haven't you missed me my love? You've must have all alone out here come on we can go to my place."

[Y/n] watched as a hand with painted nails wrapped around Sinclair's forearm like a leech and it was enough for to stomp her way up to them ready to pry him away from whoever was trying to sink their claws into him.

"Sinclair there you are!" [Y/n] loudly exclaimed with the most enthusiastic tone she could muster as she approached him, her heels clicked on the pavement in rapid succession as she power walked her way over. It indeed caught both people's attention as Sinclair turned and the expression on his feature could be defined as mortified and down right uncomfortable.

She had come right in time it seemed. "I was getting worried when you didn't come back darling," she said doing her best to drum up the concerned girlfriend act, which honestly wasn’t an act, as she went to stroke Sinclair's forearm. She also drove the point home that he was taken by leaning up and pressing her lips against his in a possessive manner.

Had he been shocked by her actions he didn't let on, instead he eagerly followed her lead which promptly caused the mystery woman's hand to fall from him. A triumphant smirk graced [Y/n]'s lips even though no one could see it too caught up kissing the life out of her boyfriend. Her eyes fluttered closed as his cool lips met hers and she had to keep from making a most inappropriate noise as they had a snogging contest in the middle of the sidewalk for all to see.

Pressing her lips that were now warm once more against his and squeezing his arm gently, [Y/n] pulled back and admired the stain she had left on Sinclair's lips along with the dark amber eyes that gazed at her with confused lust.

Excellent. Now on to the problem at hand. 

Leaning to the side to get a better look at the woman, she was very much pleased to see the shocked and borderline annoyed expression on her face. Who did this lady think she was grabbing onto Sinclair like she had any business touching him?

"Oh I'm so sorry I didn't see you there! Who is this a new friend of yours?" She asked, looking up at Sinclair while playing with his coat and pretending as if she hadn't overheard them talking or seen the woman at all. "Sinclair you're always making friends with strangers! You know I adore that about you but you but you should be careful ,it's late and there are shifty people around you know."

It was a thinly veiled insult and from the looks of both Sinclair and mystery woman they had caught it.

"Excuse me?"

"Hmm? Oh yes sorry who are you again?" [Y/n] asked not even looking at the woman but up to Sinclair who was eyeing [Y/n] nervously. "Sinclair introduce me to your little friend."

"Erm..em, yes well [Y/n], " he muttered softly not at all like his usual enthusiastic self while he began to play with his fingers before turning to look at the woman who was eyeing them both. "This is Natalie my...ex-wife."

Oh...this cunt.

The wife who broke his heart with a silly affair with her fucking brother of all people. The one who left him absolutely shattered after a divorce that she decided to drag out as to prove a point? And now she had the gall to put her ugly painted nails on him and ask for him back.

Absolutely not. [Y/n] saw red as her face heated up from the fury that was rushing in her veins that not even the cold seemed to affect her at that point. Oh did she want to play coy and dumb well she was about to be in for a nasty surprise. Because unlike some people [Y/n] would never do anything so cruel to someone that she loved.

"Natalie the ex huh?" She pointed out as her eyes widened in faux surprise while a terrible sense of glee grew in her when she saw Natalie wince at the title. 

"Oh how nice to meet you," she lied yet her smile never faltered as she spoke to the woman. "Me and Sinclair were just at a dinner party for his job and he said he bring the car around but when he didn't show up I just had to come look for him! And here he is! He's just got news of his promotion at the party to, Director of Financial Planning and Analyst for all of Europe isn't that right love?" [Y/n] bragged shamelessly as she hung onto Sinclair and laid her head on his shoulder. 

She wanted the woman to know that her touches, her advances anything she may think of were unwanted and futile and [Y/n] had no problem making her uncomfortable.

"Uhm yes that's right," Sinclair answered looking down at the woman on his arm who only beamed up at him causing him to do the same. 

He couldn't help it she was adorable when she smiled. Not that he didn’t find her adorable any other way.

"They wanted me to take the job up for the Americas but then we'd have to move, and you hated that idea didn't you darling?"

"Guilty as charged," she nodded. "I did but you still love me don't you?"

"Of course I do!" He affirmed with a nod of his head and a kiss on her forehead that made her giggle and cuddle closer against him. If her actions were out of character he didn't say anything about it, instead going on about what he would miss most if they left. "Plus I would miss the food here, you can't find a real cucumber sandwich away from England. Some of the places in France do a good one but I truly don't believe anywhere else does it as well as we do."

"Exactly! And plus we already have a French villa in our sights so it would be a shame and a waste to move so far from it!"

They looked at one another and nodded in tandem before laughter peeled from their lips at how silly they must look. They were very comfortable with each other and it showed so much so that they had forgotten that they were putting on a bit that wasn't really a bit.

"Oh wow well congratualtion's lov-." Natalie stop short at using that term of endearment as she felt her hair stand on the back of her neck at the icy glare [Y/n] had cut her at the very first syllable. Letting out a nervous cough, Natalie averted the woman's gaze and looked at Sinclair. "Sinclair um that's wonderful you always were brilliant at you job so I'm not surprised at all. And a villa in France? That's quite lovely...you seem very happy."

He nodded.

"I’m very happy [Y/n]'s the perfect partner for me!" He chirped kissing her forehead once again causing [Y/n] to squeal and hide her face in his coat with a giggly 'stop it!' "She even attends the parties for work that you didn't like. Though I know she secretly hates them."

"Again guilty but what can I say I just want to show you the support and love you show me so a party every once in a while is perfectly fine with me!"

Maybe it was the way that they looked at each other as if no one else was around even though someone was. Maybe it was the playfulness they seemed at ease showing to one another not a care in the world about who saw. 

And maybe it was the way [Y/n]'s icy glare in her direction that made her shiver more than the cold make her realize quickly that she was very much person non grata. In that moment, she decided it would be a good idea to make herself scarce if she knew what was good for her.

"I see well, I think I get the message that I should leave you two alone for the night. It is late after all."

"Mhmm it is late," [Y/n] echoed not even looking at Natalie but through her with a bored expression. "And we have a long day tomorrow don't we 'Clair?"

"We do, and we best get you to bed because I know how you get when you're knackered."

She grinned and again leaned up to kiss him gently and she was sure she could hear a soft 'tsk' leave their unwanted guest. But who cared she was the one intruding.

"Ehem," coughing to try and get the snogging couples attention, [Y/n] rolled her eyes as she detached her lips from Sinclair's to listen to the woman talk. "It was nice to see you again Sinclair don't be a stranger you still have my number right?"

Was she serious?

"I'm sure my solicitor has it somewhere in his files."

It was a cutting statement coming from Sinclair as he seemed to be over with her as well. God he could be a snarky man. [Y/n] loved it.

"Right goodnight you two have a lovely evening."

Turning around the she devil went in the direction where she had come from and when she was out of ear shot the only phrase that left [Y/n] in a hiss was a crude and passionate,

"What a twat!"

"Darling language."

"She is."

There was a brief moment of hesitation before,

"She is." Sinclair agreed tiredly, his shoulders slumping as he went to rub his eyes that had begun to burn from the mixture of exhaustion and emotions that had showed up.

The divorce happened over three years ago but the pain did still linger over what she had done. Even if he was happy with [Y/n] and he was ridiculously happy and in love with her. It sill hurt a bit though.

"I'm so so sorry you had to see that darling and deal with her, god what rotten luck to meet her here of all places," he apologized as he swiped at his eyes trying to rid himself of any tears that may have tried to introduce themselves. He wasn’t an emotional person, not really, but with something like this, it was easy to see why he was upset. "Out of all the people I walk into in the middle of the night trying to fetch the car it’s her. What a bloody nightmare I can't even believe this."

"Oh Sinclair stop it don't get so worked up it's not like you," [Y/n] cooed at him as he began rambling about her piss poor timing and the nerve of her to think he want anything to do with her after what she had done.

Trying to distract him from his ramblings she took his hands into hers before she placed his palms on her cheek. It was like he was squishing them and she looked so silly that he couldn't help but let out a weak laugh.

"Honestly I didn't hate it that much. It's been a while since I got to have a go at someone but subtly it was very refreshing! You must try sometimes," she mused as she turned her head to kiss his palm before looking back at him with a grin.

"That's not like me you know that I have a perpetual weakness of letting everyone know what I think, isn't that what you told me before? I should work on it shouldn't I? I hear most people don't particularly like that."

"Who cares though," she said nonchalantly, shrugging at his statement as she went on her tip toes once more to press her lips on the tip of his nose before giving him a brief peck on the lips. “You are perfectly you, and plus where else is someone going to find a human encyclopedia who is as sweet and handsome as you  are huh? Nowhere!”

Amber eyes were alight and bright at her words of praise. A grin grew on his thin lips which suited him better than the stormy expression he had worn earlier during the unexpected reunion. He titled his head and his hair flopped to the side and goodness did he look like the adorable puppy she always compared him to.

“Well if you think that I’m doing a well enough job, then I see no reason for change!”

“Exactly you’re doing a brilliant job Sinclair at being you,” she grinned before she was wrapped her arms around her self and rubbed her arms for some warmth. “Now with that being said can we go home it’s freezing out here. Not that the snogging didn’t warm me up but we’re going to have to do a lot more of it to keep me warm and I don’t think it be appropriate for the world to see.”

A boisterous laugh that echoed on the sparsely populated streets left him at what she had said before he took a few steps towards the car and opened the passenger side door with a flourish. Turning to her he announced with his usually cheer and antics,

“Your carriage awaits m'lady!”

A/N: Heheh hopes natialie has learned her lesson huff!

Tags: @deepperplexity

#sinclair x reader #sinclair bryant x reader #rickmas2023 #rickmas #blossom writes

[mightymizora]

WIP: The Portrait

This is the most self indulgent thing I'm writing, but I'm putting this opener out to see if it works at all... feedback welcome.

Lord Gortash requests a portrait of his paramour. The pay is good, the contract legitimate. It seems almost too good to be true...

The request came to the guild house with gold already attached. Wanted, portrait artist. Female subject, three sittings. Half pay upfront. He did not recognise the seal, but Darcus told him it was from the newly minted Lord Gortash, also known as Enver Flymm, also known in certain parts of the back cities as Flymm the Bloody, where they still dared to say such things. The purse held more gold than Guy had ever seen, and Litton laughed at his face when he opened it.

“Oh, dear boy!” he chided, drawing the string again and placing it in the middle of the table. “You are too swayed by money. What of passion? What of love of the craft?”

It was easy, thought Guy, to care only of craft, of passion or love or whatever else you might want when you were the third son of a Patriar, and mummy dearest paid for your garret upfront for the year so you could slum it a little, just for fun. When you had a real life, a real wife, a real child, love started to mean something very different.

“Give it here,” he said. “I’ll take it. If it’s Kerrie Lovelace again, I still have the sketches from the Ravengard commission.”

Lovelace was popular with the Patriars. A half-elf with the wettest eyes he’d ever seen and a permanently quivering, full lip. She was the lover or some, and the favoured subject of far more since Litton had painted her as a beautiful mermaid to mark The Breaking a few years before. The last piece Guy had painted of her had been a garish facsimile of the original with only surface changes, but it had paid fairly. Money seemed to disappear these days. Between clothing and food for little Eva, new dresses for Sal and keeping up with all of these idiots, he was running dry again.

“I’d be careful if I were you,” said Darcus, his tankard resting against his belly. The moon was barely up and he was already deep in his cups. “These new Lords, they ain’t to be trusted. No honour between them.”

“And I’d take it,” said Litton. “Not personally, of course. But you should take it now before Fevras gets wind. At least you might make something worth hanging.”

And so he finds himself being ushered into full halls of the home of Lord Gortash, a surprisingly unassuming and tasteful villa in the new style, all white stone and iron-wrought glass, every wall crammed to the ceiling with art and curios. There are paintings here from the old masters that must have cost a fortune, plenty of Litton’s best (including The Mermaid, he notes, last in the possession of the Jannath’s), and odd pieces of fine mechanica and automata the likes of which the Halls of Wonder would envy. He almost wishes to stop, take it in, but his patron’s pace is unrelenting as he strides through to the very end of the house. It does not seem wise to keep him waiting. 

“I hope it is sufficient light,” says Gortash, opening the door himself to a handsome chamber with full glass windows, a handsome solid desk and a nicely appointed parlour. “You are seeing into the most intimate parts of my estate. I will be present tending to some business while you work, if that is alright with you. I do so like to see a master at their craft.”

“Thank you, my Lord,” Guy says as he hands his cloak to a dwarf standing in the centre of the room, who does not move to bow as she takes it. The woman looks at him with some curiosity, and looks over to her Lord with a sharp smile.

“Ah,” starts Gortash, taking the cloak from her and holding it out. An elf in fine brocade sweeps in to take it, and the woman watches with still amusement as they depart. “This, Saer Ceasebourne, is your subject.”

He feels his stomach churn as he looks at her again. She cocks her head in curiosity as she stares back at him. She does not look angry, but now he looks again she does not look amused. No, the look in her eye is something else entirely, and it makes him feel rather sick.

“My apologies, my Lord, I didn’t-”

“Oh dear fellow, do not fret. Though I keep my servants in better finery than this one wears, for future reference.”

“You forget yourself, Lord Gortash.”

The woman’s voice is dark, deep as the Chionthar, and dripping in threat as her eyes flick from him to Gortash. He takes the momentary reprieve from her gaze to cast an eye over her properly. It is hard to see her body under her plain dark red robes, but he can tell from what flesh is exposed at her neck and down her forearms that she is likely to be freckled all over her pale skin. Copper hair is heaped atop her head in a neat bun, her face marked with long lines of a tattoo that traces her strong jaw and pulls into her eyes. 

Her eyes. They are quite extraordinary. At a first glance brown, but as the light pulls into them they shine an almost pinkish hue. Like unblooded meat.

Gortash smiles at her, bowing his head ever so slightly. "I apologise for the perceived slight. You are my guest here today. And I hope we will both show proper decorum, for the occasion."

#wip tag #manva warhelm #enver gortash #durgetash

[haggishlyhagging]

[Note: Woolf wrote the below as one paragraph. Unfortunately this website’s formatting is incompatible with such repleteness.]

My aunt, Mary Beton, I must tell you, died by a fall from her horse when she was riding out to take the air in Bombay. The news of my legacy reached me one night about the same time that the act was passed that gave votes to women. A solicitor's letter fell into the post-box and when I opened it I found that she had left me five hundred pounds a year for ever. Of the two—the vote and the money—the money, I own, seemed infinitely the more important. Before that I had made my living by cadging odd jobs from newspapers, by reporting a donkey show here or a wedding there; I had earned a few pounds by addressing envelopes, reading to old ladies, making artificial flowers, teaching the alphabet to small children in a kindergarten. Such were the chief occupations that were open to women before 1918.

I need not, I am afraid, describe in any detail the hardness of the work, for you know perhaps women who have done it; nor the difficulty of living on the money when it was earned, for you may have tried. But what still remains with me as a worse infliction than either was the poison of fear and bitterness which those days bred in me. To begin with, always to be doing work that one did not wish to do, and to do it like a slave, flattering and fawning, not always necessarily perhaps, but it seemed necessary and the stakes were too great to run risks; and then the thought of that one gift which it was death to hide—a small one but dear to the possessor—perishing and with it my self, my soul,—all this became like a rust eating away the bloom of the spring, destroying the tree at its heart. However, as I say, my aunt died; and whenever I change a ten-shilling note a little of that rust and corrosion is rubbed off; fear and bitterness go. Indeed, I thought, slipping the silver into my purse, it is remarkable, remembering the bitterness of those days, what a change of temper a fixed income will bring about. No force in the world can take from me my five hundred pounds. Food, house and clothing are mine for ever. Therefore not merely do effort and labour cease, but also hatred and bitterness. I need not hate any man; he cannot hurt me. I need not flatter any man; he has nothing to give me. So imperceptibly I found myself adopting a new attitude towards the other half of the human race. It was absurd to blame any class or any sex, as a whole.

Great bodies of people are never responsible for what they do. They are driven by instincts which are not within their control. They too, the patriarchs, the professors, had endless difficulties, terrible drawbacks to contend with. Their education had been in some ways as faulty as my own. It had bred in them defects as great. True, they had money and power, but only at the cost of harbouring in their breasts an eagle, a vulture, for ever tearing the liver out and plucking at the lungs—the instinct for possession, the rage for acquisition which drives them to desire other people's fields and goods perpetually; to make frontiers and flags; battleships and poison gas; to offer up their own lives and their children's lives. Walk through the Admiralty Arch (I had reached that monument), or any other avenue given up to trophies and cannon, and reflect upon the kind of glory celebrated there. Or watch in the spring sunshine the stockbroker and the great barrister going indoors to make money and more money and more money when it is a fact that five hundred pounds a year will keep one alive in the sunshine. These are unpleasant instincts to harbour, I reflected. They are bred of the conditions of life; of the lack of civilisation, I thought, looking at the statue of the Duke of Cambridge, and in particular at the feathers in his cocked hat, with a fixity that they have scarcely ever received before.

And, as I realised these draw-backs, by degrees fear and bitterness modified themselves into pity and toleration; and then in a year or two, pity and toleration went, and the greatest release of all came, which is freedom to think of things in themselves. That building, for example, do I like it or not? Is that picture beautiful or not? Is that in my opinion a good book or a bad? Indeed my aunt's legacy unveiled the sky to me, and substituted for the large and imposing figure of a gentleman, which Milton recommended for my perpetual adoration, a view of the open sky.

-Virginia Woolf, ‘A Room of One’s Own’ in Alice S. Rossi, The Feminist Papers: From Adams to de Beauvoir

#Alice rossi #virginia woolf #money #male psychology #western civilization #freedom

[lilsoftsuccubus]

Part 2 of 5

Summary: Desperate times call for desperate measures. You and Todoroki haven’t eaten since lunch. Luckily there’s a convenience store close by the school. Only, it’s way past curfew and the school is filled with villain-catching security.

Pairing: Todoroki x General Reader (Shinsou is here too)

Warning(s): moments of anxiety/overthinking, swearing, mention of food, 4th wall.

Note: The relationship between reader and Todoroki can be interpreted as platonic or romantic, whichever. This is for my readers who also just want a bestie in crime.

I’m not experienced in comedy 🤷‍♀️

Silence was a virtue for you.

You were in the school building after a day of disaster. No, worse. Utter Failure.

Covered in soot, little cuts, and a broken pride.

Hatsume kicked you out to fix your suit.

You didn’t feel like heading back to the dorms and possibly getting teased for your incident. So stalling was your best friend at the moment.

The hallways were lit with an orange hue to the point you could see the little specks of dust floating in the light.

…

You could use a drink.

As if the universe heard your wish, you saw one of the provided vending machines in the distance.

Speed walking eagerly, you quickly stood in front of the machine, sought out the greatest drink mankind ever created and reached for your pocket.

Only to find that you have no change.

“Fuck.” You muttered.

It’s the last one too.

Why were you surprised?

Typical for a day like this.

“L/N?”

Your frustrated gaze found itself on a peppermint hair boy.

“Oh…hey Todoroki.”

He had his normal dead expression but seemed more relaxed than usual. He took a moment to observe you.

“Why are you still here?” He questioned.

You grimaced. You had no more energy to even socialize but you forced it.

“Tore my suit and praying that feral woman doesn’t try anything without me knowing.”

…

“I see.”

“What about you? I expected you to be at the dorms since we’re having soba for dinner.”

He took a moment to register.

“I forgot something so I went back to grab it.” His tone never changing.

And let his soba cool in the fridge. You chuckle in your head.

He looked at the machine behind you.

“Are you getting something?” He continued.

“Was. I didn’t bring change.”

“Here,” He pulled out some yen and inserted it into the slot.

An alarm rang in your brain.

“Woah woah woah wait! You don’t have to do that! Really it’s okay! Don’t waste your money!”

“It’s fine, my father has endured worse.” He calmly stated.

“Eh?”

He stepped back and waited for you to choose.

You took a moment to decide.

You really wanted this drink, and it’s the last one too.

Shyly, you pressed the button.

You ended up getting it after all with the cost of being embarrassed further.

…

“Thank you, you didn’t need to do that.”

“I saw what happened today.”

Fuck.

Your cheeks went hot. You’re even more embarrassed.

“Don’t worry, nobody else did. Just me.” He added.

“Well, that makes it a little better”

You opened your drink and chugged it down all at once.

This was truly what you needed, you thought.

The comforting taste washed your senses, blurring your day a bit. Taking a breath, you finished and threw the drink away. Until you saw the floor.

A dark color contrasting the bright hallway in your peripheral vision. The distorted shadows of yourself and Todoroki side by side. He noticed your sudden attention and looked as well.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Just…never seen my shadow like this.”

“You’ve never seen your shadow?”

“Of course I have, I mean- I like how lit and colorful the sunset is today, making our shadows more clear and well…defined? I don’t know, can’t explain it.”

He inspected the shadowed floor for a minute.

“I suppose. It does look better than usual.” He agreed.

Good job Y/N, shadows are a great convo.

A glimmer interrupted your thoughts, the way the orange hue hit the stray red and white strands of his hair as he inspected the shadow and window. Orange went well with his red scar, the scar you find bonny.

A perfect picture-like scene, fitting for the labeled “handsome” boy of 1-A.

Without thinking, you whipped out your phone and took a picture.

He didn’t notice until he heard a SNAP. His eyes widen, almost catlike.

“Y/N?”

“Sorry, but you looked great…I couldn’t help it.” You mumbled in slight embarrassment.

He blinked.

“…Can I see?”

You immediately showed him the picture.

While justifying yourself quickly, his face was hard to read. He was blank.

Todoroki tuned out your ramble and thought only two things.

He was perplexed.

…and amused.

“So, what are you bringing? We need to be lightweight if we’re gonna do this mission. ” You insisted.

“Mission?” Shoto questioned as he hoisted his backpack.

You were texting Shinsou and scrolling through Tink Tonk for people who sneaked out before while waiting for Shoto. So far, nothing but videos of sneaking into a school instead of sneaking out one.

“Yeah, it’s kinda like a stealth mission don’t you think? It's more fun than stressful and I think it’d be some good training.”

“When you put it that way,” He pulled his hood up. “It is.”

“So, what are you bringing?”

“Nothing but money. I’m only bringing the bag because you’d probably want to fill it up.”

“Bring extra clothes, we’re gonna have to get dirty… Heh, that’s what she said.”

Shoto tilt his head.

“…Who?”

Oh, this sweet boy.

“Shinsou said he’ll text us if we need to come back. Our time limit is 5:00 AM. Most of the teachers will be up and about by 5:30 AM. Our insomniac teacher is most likely awake doing god-knows what so we need to watch out.”

Shoto crouched down to tie his laces then went towards you. Grabbing your hood, he hoisted it up covering your hair, tucking in the leftover stands.

“I’m thinking of climbing out the balcony.” You stated.

“Me too. The common room camera is too risky. Think your quirk can get us down?”

“My quirk has many uses Shoto,” You opened his closet and stuffed some clothes in his bag.

“Even after we get down, the gate is in front of the school. That’s the hard part.” He continued.

“It’s fine, the moon’s bright and I got it covered. We can use Google Earth and find a route to the gate.”

“Google Earth? Oh, that website. Smart. I’ll draw up a map.”

He took out a piece of paper from his desk and started scribbling. You spent a few minutes together looking for the shortest and safest path including backup ones. It proved to be difficult to not get lost in the simulation however you managed to find at least more than 5 routes. Including a very long one in case a safety precaution is needed, then Shoto estimated the amount of time taken for each route.

The shortest is 15 minutes, excluding the possible minutes you and Shoto would have to hide.

“We have to lean right. Close to the Beta Lockers but head straight when we get there,” he pointed to the map. “Then we use the forest to our advantage to pass the fountain.” Shoto explained.

“In the event that we have to split up?” You asked.

“Mm, If that happens then we meet up close to the fountain, and we don’t go until we find each other.”

“We can also share our locations to each other in the text app.” You suggested

“Good idea. I’ll silence my phone.”

You took a picture of the map and the spilt-hair boy stuffed it in his pocket, silently you turned off the lamp.

And the moonlight outside became the only light source.

The two of you stared at the open balcony. Or so, Shoto thought you were.

Instead you were looking at him.

Something about standing close to someone in the dark makes you appreciate the features that can be seen. Like the bright half of his hair, or rise and fall of his chest, or the little keychain on his bag.

And now, he was staring at you.

“Ready?”

You nodded.

“You know it.”

A second wasn’t wasted.

Quietly but swiftly, you used your quirk to climb down, leaving the doors open for easy entering.

For once you felt grateful for those climbing exercises. As you went down, you took note of your surroundings.

Kouda’s balcony. Filled with plants and growing carrots.

Mineta’s balcony. Empty. You made extra sure you covered your ears while climbing down

Shoto stuck close to you. You also made him cover his ears

Under a minute, your feet met the pavement. The crickets became louder yet still ignorable. Going near the building’s corner, your eyes met the glowing pathlight illuminating the way to the school building and rest of campus. Yet no one can be seen there. To your right was nothing but trees, exactly where you needed to go.

You took the lead, Shoto followed behind on guard. No Hound Dog or bots were visible. You didn’t plan on masking your scent until you got to the Beta Lockers.

For now, the two of you walked straight and leaned left. Tallest trees left and right, little pebbles under your favorite pair of shoes, a light breeze and humidity on your skin.

“I think you’re dramatic sometimes, Y/N. All of this just for snacks we could get after class?” Shoto began.

You look behind you in response.

“I think it’s worth it, you didn’t eat either.” you huffed.

“You distracted me from dinnertime.”

“No, don’t put this on me. You distracted me, with your cozy futon, nice laptop and amazing room-actually, you should do mine because I've been looking at Pinterest a lot recently and you’re the only beast that managed to transform a room faster than an interior designer.

“Hard work pays off”

“No kidding.” You jokily retorted.

“Either way, this is reckless.”

“Yet, you’re walking behind me.”

“I didn’t say I was opposed, I’m saying it’s reckless.”

“We can do this. I’m confident. We have Shinsou, a plan, back up routes, our phones, and our wild card. Literally. To be honest, this could be easier than the mock missions during training looking at it now. Way less complicated.”

“But this isn’t training, it’s us breaking the rules..”

“Says someone who didn’t think twice rescuing a kidnapped student despite being told not to. Oh and called a person with a dog quirk “a mutt”.

“…that was different-”

Every step let out the crunch of dead leaves, some didn’t, some had a pebble under it. Which made you wonder if you should start collecting some in case you need to distract someone.

“What did Shinsou want from the store?” Shoto continued.

“Not much, just some brand of iced coffee he likes and snacks that’ll last him the week.”

“Why didn’t he come with us then?”

“Let's say, it’s better that he stays in his cave right now. Hope you like being a delivery boy.”

He shrugged. “I guess this is payment for getting the card. It’s fair.”

Before you had time to reply, a wave of immense hunger struck you harder than truck-kun.

“This is what I get for skipping dinner.” You thought.

Shoto seemed to noticed.

“I think it’ll be faster if we run instead. The sooner the better.” he suggested.

“Yeah maybe. Let’s go.”

And thus began the semi-art of “red light and green light”, where the two of you would run as fast as you can then duck somewhere to listen, then you run more, and duck, all the while following the route carefully. (You were secretly racing Shoto)

Finally you turned left and kept going.

So far so good. At the speed you were going, it could be possible to make it in under 15 minutes.

So you picked up the pace.

Making sure not to trip over any twigs or rocks and letting the wind cool you.

You went faster, the trees and shrubbery that surrounded you became nothing but blurred colors swishing past you.

Shoto ran beside you, his eyes multitasking between what’s in front, under and behind him.

In the distance the two of you started to see a building peeking out of the forest. As well as a gap in the forest where a path to school resides. You saw it.

“The Beta lockers!”

Shoto tackled you into a bush.

Why he did it didn’t register instantly, but the pain sure did, he got off you immediately and looked around.

Just when you were about to cross the road, you thought.

You were going to scold him, but you heard it.

Footsteps, unusual footsteps.

Peeking your head with Shoto, darting your eyes left and right. A bouncy blue patrol hat caught your eye. Wearing it was a bot with a camera for a head a few yards from where you and Shoto are.

A security bot.

If you were being honest, this was your first encounter with a bot. You never saw them in the day eerily enough…

First encounter of the night, everything is going to plan.

It was oddly silent, moving but as if it was wandering with no purpose. Perhaps it was supposed to follow the road but somehow entered the forest? Eitherway, you knew how to handle the situation.

Ironically, you couldn’t find any pebbles. But who needs that when you have a human Katy Perry song?

“Sho.” you whispered.

His head turned to you.

“Make an ice ball.”

He understood.

Forming the ball, he squinted his eye at the bot and aimed his arm towards it.

You realized what he’s about to do.

“NO WAIT-''

The ball was already gone from his hand and so was everything you believed in.

CRACK

If you could describe his—or rather, both your faces in that moment,

it’d be the pikachu meme…

In one of the hallways of the Heights Alliance lies the habitat of a nocturnal creature, surrounded by blankets, pillows and shadow. While aggressive to other creatures it is rather fond of the feline species.

The Shinsou rests and scrolls through his phone in search of entertainment, waiting for his delivery servi-

“I’m not a damn animal documentary.”

The fuck? Did I give you permission to break the 4th wall?

“I didn’t give you permission to describe me as you like and I guarantee that I’m taller than you. So, narrate correctly this time.”

Last time I checked, this fic wasn’t about you.

“Then why am I here?”

…content.

“Uh huh…”

You know what, fine. Rewind the fic.

A bitch-faced boy sat idly on his b-

“Fine, keep acting like a child. Just tell the damn story”

Moving on, a peaceful night was in store for Shinsou back in the dorms. His sleeping routine wasn’t ideal like the others since they’re actual sleeping routines but he works with what he has.

But tonight was special. You see, he didn’t just send off his classmates for some regular coffee.

A few days ago, he heard rumors of some coffee brands that are apparently more effective than others, not in caffeine but in flavor. They described it as “the sophisticated taste made by the divines”.

Usually, the lilac boy doesn’t concern himself with murmurs of others until an acquaintance of his lets him have a taste of said coffee brand.

And my oh my, did his whole world change. He was very pleased to find that the brand was sold very close to school but many things prevented him from buying the whole stock, such as training, classmates, homework, family, pissing off Bakugou, the norm.

So when he found Y/N willing to sacrifice themself go out at night for a noble cause, he pondered, calculated and took his opportunity.

If that card gets lost, may God or whatever deity out there have mercy on his soul.

No, not God. Aizawa.

However, if they come back and succeed, then he’s looking at a week full of caffeine heaven. Without sharing.

His face may be tired but inside he was eager.

“I thought you meant to destroy the bot!”

“I MEANT DISTRACT THE BOT! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO THROW THE BALL AWAY FROM IT!” You frantically but silently screamed.

“Shit!”

You both stand before the Beta Lockers. After the crack you grabbed Shoto by his collar and zoomed away from the scene. Sliding + hitting your knee on a rock.

The two of you expected to hear some sort of alarm …but it never came.

He destroyed it.

You took a deep breath and gathered your thoughts.

The bot got destroyed before it could send any signals or so you hope. For a UA bot, shouldn’t it have been sturdier? Whether a signal has been sent somewhere because a bot got destroyed is the question. A question you don’t have a plan or time for.

You’re gonna have to risk it.

Shoto kept his eyes on the way you both came from.

“Ok. Bad communication on my part. I’ll be clearer next time.” You panted.

“You can apologize later, just go.” He grunted.

“Right.”

The Beta Lockers. But where is the school?

A tree to your left looked accessible.

“Hey, mind climbing that tree and see where the school is?” You asked.

He nodded and got to work.

You watched from below how every step he took was with certainty. His dark figure got smaller, bits being illuminated by the moon.

You rested your palm on the concrete walls of the building. Cold, strong, and textured. So far only silence greeted you along with the scuffs of trees. Silence was a virtue. And an enemy.

One mistake.

THUMP

It’s fine.

THUMP

Heroes make mistakes, it’s fine.

THUMP THUMP

No one knows.

THUMP THUMP

SCUFFLE

No one knows.

THUMP THUMP THUMP

SCUFFLE

No one knows, no one knows, no one knows, everyone knows, EVERYONE KNOWS.

THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP-

“The school-“

You led out a little yelp.

Todoroki stiffened in slight surprise.

“Sorry…the school is exactly where we expected, we just need to lean left as we continue.”

He looked around again.

“We’re getting close the patrol route HoundDog takes. We should start putting dirt on ourselves. Leaves, branches, mud. The more we smell like nature the better.” He quietly stated.

Jesus, Allah, Buddha, Ancestors, Hekate, whatever, you really need to get a grip.

You nodded.

Crickets accompany the crunches of dead leaves and fallen twigs. A gentle rushing of water can be heard in the distance.

Your skin felt itchy from the ick but you did your best not to acknowledge it. It wasn’t much, only your clothes suffered.

Trying to wash it in secret is gonna be a pain.

You should be calm, very calm.

Except you weren’t.

Every step that got closer to the fountain only made your paranoia stronger.

He could be anywhere.

There’s a possibility that he already heard you.

That thought made you stop your breath. It was your anxiety talking again. And you hated it. Loathed it. You’re the one who wanted to become a hero. You’re the who came up with this whole thing. You can’t get anxiet-

“Let’s stop for bit.”

You stopped.

“Wha- why? We’re getting close.”

“We’re gonna make mistakes if we can’t think properly.” He responded.

Of course…he knows.

“We’re heros in training, we…I have to learn how to think properly in these situations.”

You continued to walk.

“3 minutes. We can spare 3 minutes.” He stayed.

“No I-

“Y/N.”

You let out a puff of breath.

“Ok fine! We can stop.” You quietly snapped.

You found a convenient log and slump on it.

“Now what?” You retorted.

He kneeled down to your eye level and lowered his tone.

“We’re okay Y/N…”

“…”

You averted your gaze.

“A siren or something would’ve already went off by now, we’re okay. I’m not great at comforting others but I’m here.”

“Shoto it’s fine-“

“Y/N.”

You grimaced at first, but soften. At the end of the day, he was the one who knew of your anxious thoughts. You knew others felt like this too, especially in lines of work where lives are involved. Except this isn’t training, it’s just skipping curfew to get snacks. You felt…silly. But Shoto didn’t judge, he’s blunt, not good with social cues or trends but he’s sincere. And unintentionally funny.

You sighed.

He kept looking at you for a response.

You nodded and closed your eyes.

A breeze’s lullaby.

An earthy scent.

A humid taste.

A cold hand’s touch.

Your eyes open to gazing silver ones.

HoundDog is near…

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My Darling Dolls AU: Idols, 3rd-4th dolls and Watchful gaze.

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Your always with Mayoi but since Tatsumi joined your group, he said your old enough to go out alone.

Since your boss in your part time job is also telling you off not to bring your doll with you to work all the time since someone would pull a prank on you and you would throw a fit when you see something bad would happen to mayoi, when left unattended.

It already happened before it cost traumatizing event to the dumb coworker of yours. Not that you care about his mental trauma since he made himself suffer in the first place.

You work in a cafe, sometimes you work in a convenient store. You work hard because you have no one but your dolls in your life. But even through your pushing yourself to work now and then.

Your not problematic about stuff since your always felt relax when you chat to mayoi or be in the presence of your dolls.

"Hi ~ welcome to cafe-- oh! It's MC!" Your new coworker, Niki Shiina says as you open the door to the cafe.

"Hello." You greeted him with a wave.

"Ehh... You don't seems to bring along that doll of yours today." He mumble as he sniff you.

"...oooh." your weirded out by him but your not one to judge. " Yeah, sumisumi(tatsumi) says. I shouldn't always tag mayoi everywhere." You walk to the worker longue.

"Aww. But that's an improvement for you then~ how tragic I can't take sniff of two mouthwatering scent you two have if I ever be hungry." You heard Shiina says before he went to the kitchen.

You stare at your coworker back as you analysis his words. You always did hear him says that you and mayoi smell so good. It's salivating scent that Niki can't get enough off. Very odd.

"Ooh. You smell good too. Like fresh made onion flavor bread stick in the kitchen, Niki! Hehe." You complemented back. You have no words to reply to that odd comment he have earlier. Might as well do the same type of comment to him.

"Wow really? You have good sense of smell too huh! I did made some bread sticks!" He yelled out from the kitchen, since theres no customer yet in the cafe. You two are free to do what you want. You quickly went to the kitchen to look at the bread sticks that Niki made.

"Woooah....can I have someee?" Your eyes sparkle at the sight of the delicious looking bread sticks. To be honest, any dish Niki made are all delicious and mouthwatering.

"Of course! I made extra for me and staffs! Through it's mostly for me, hehe." He give you a cup full of bread sticks. Your quick to grab the cup and take a bite and you felt heaven in the first bite.

" Yummmyyy!! Your so talented niki~~" You complimented Niki talent yet again which made him smile and flustered.

"Hehe. Thank you~~" Niki scratch his head but soon take some bread sticks to eat with you.

After few more bites of the heavenly taste bread sticks, you keep the rest for mayoi and tatsumi.

"Thank you for the food.. I wanna marry Niki so he could cook for me every day." You said in a praying kind of way, in front of Niki, who laugh at your words through a little red tint appear on his face again.

You could say, you wanna hire Niki as your personal chief but you have no money for that, so being married is another way to make him cook for you everyday.

"Huhh.... You wanna marry Niki too? " You felt someone put their hands around your shoulder, at that moment you felt that odd feeling of the unknown sensation of non human presence again.

"Hmm... mcmc is one of my favorites ( wallet ) we can both marry niki~~ gyahahaha." You turn to look at Rinne, one of Niki friends.

"Hihi rinrin!" You greeted him. His a regular in the cafe. So it's not a shock you know him. "Oh yeah, that's remind me... You and Niki are idols right? Like pair idol if I remember correctly..." You remember about tatsumi past being idol, since that day your interested knowing more about idol, so you could help him up when he wish to sing in the stage again.

"Woah... So your finally acknowledge the existence called idols? Gyahahaha. That took you a long while, mcmc. But yes I am an idol! I'm going to be the number one idol! With billions of fans screaming they love me!" He boosted.

"Ooo! Then from now on. I'll be you and Niki fan! Hehe!" You swear to rinne and Niki --who care less about being an idol as he busy himself in cooking the moment your attention went to rinne.

"You really don't have to indulge to every thing rinne says, mc. If you indulge him too much you going to end up broke when your wallet is stole-- oi oi why did you suddenly take out your wallet?!" Niki watch in bewailed and worry as you take out your wallet to offer some cash to rinne, even through you have some budget to maintain, as a loyal fan for those two. Your going to donate what you can to help out.

"I would like to buy an autograph." You don't know much about idol and fan work but all things comes with payment. So getting an autograph might be something that needs payment and not something free. " Gyahaha. Mcmc really don't know how idol work, but I shall accept this money!" Rinne who was frozen by your action laugh hysterically and accepted the money from you as he needs some cash for tonight gambling.

He was about to nicely ask Niki for one and totally not plan to steal his wallet but since you donate some money to him, he did not have to do so. He takes out a permanent marker he luckily have with him as it's one of the idol thing to have since you never know if there's fan wanting an autograph!

"Where do you want me to sign? " - Rinne.

"please do sign here, you two!" you puller out a fake form. You smiled so happily as you wanted to make a joke like this for a very long time. You have heard about this joke in the internet when your browsing in the internet about idols.

"... Gyahahaha. It seems this a well planned out." Rinne who stare at you in daze as you pull out a fake printed marriage contract like your very ready to make this kind of joke any other day.

Chuckling as takes the paper from your hand to sign to indulge with your joke, to your bewailing surprise.

"Niki come over here to sign here too... Or else I'll kill you ( ùwú)/." Rinne called out Niki who's busy in the stove.

"I'm quite busy rinne...*sigh...Wait." Niki says as he sigh. He soon turn off the stove and went to where you two are. He take the pen from rinne and mindlessly sign the papers, not even reading it.

"Here you go~ through I won't really think it's a good idea indulging to rinne amusement." Niki is quite worried about you since you never seems to bother about staying away from rinne when his a big red flag.

"... Gyahahaha. Niki really don't bother to read the paper. Very Niki indeed." Rinne laugh at Niki as well ignoring his words. "Huh?" Niki look confuse at Rinne.

"Lol, it's nothing Niki." You says as you hide the papers."yup it's totally nothing Niki! Gyahaha." Rinne added.

"We should go a registered office so we could be both married to Niki heheh." You whisper to rinne who whisper back in amusement.

"gyahahaha...! Good plan, mcmc!" You and Rinne both laugh to yourself which made Niki quite worried what's up with the two of you. Yet his busy with work so he don't butt in with the conversation you two have.

You three enjoyed such warm and fun moment before you two have to throw rinne out of the kitchen since work have start.

Indeed you become the two's number 1# fan, when your in your free time. You would always come to the live they have. Sometimes you tag along tatsumi and mayoi.

You watch the two grow in fame for 2 years but somehow there something that made them forgotten by the people and they become something of the past as new idol unit come and raise up fame and leave others to dust.

Along those two years, you still busy looking for the last two dolls. Yet no sign is found. Mayoi and Tatsumi says that you really don't have to go far to search that hard for the last two dolls as they would come around if it's really fated to have the batch be reunited one day.

Speaking of darling dolls, it never occur to you some people you know are one. Maybe because they live without owner or really good being a human.

That's why when the down fall of the idol unit of Rinne and Niki come around in the corner and days since you last seen the two, you come across a corner on some alley way back to your home, one night.

"Rinne... I'm so hungry..." You heard a familiar voice spoke out.

" Gyahaha.. it's really a surprise to me a doll form of yours still able to feel hunger. Niki! Sadly I cannot do anything about it. So here have a hand." Another familiar voice replied. Your eyes widen as you realize those voice are rinne and Niki, the two who went MIA for days.

You don't know what's gone to you as you quickly went to the alley way even though it look very dangerous. The sound of your foot step alarm the two.

"Oh no, someone coming up... Your so noisy rinne... Were gonna be experimented on now... Ahh... So hungry... Wait... This scent...?!" The voice of Niki complained as the sound of something running and banging come to the edge of rhe alley.

"Niki? Rinrin?" You called out to the two in worry.

"Oooh-- it's mc!... Wait... Should we appear in front of mc in this form, rinne?" Niki voice seeme to echo in the alley as you can't spot the two. "Gyahaha... Might as well try our luck... shall we, Niki?" Rinne chuckle echoes along the alley. You worriedly look around for the two again. "Say... MC, remember that you have responsible for that contract from two years ago. It's time to take us to your home without asking why." Soon two dirties and messy dolls that is similar to rinne and Niki walk out of the shadows. Niki is being piggyback carried by rinne.

"...!!??" Your quick to went to your knees and hug the two cute dolls. Not caring if they are dirty or messy. "Woah so cuteeee. " You cooed, you already felt your doll maniac self is appearing out in the open as you smooch the two with kisses.

"Woawoah...! Calm down there tiger!" Rinne who is being rained with kisses almost drown from the kisses and flustering moment your giving him.

"MC smell so good... Can I take a bite~~ " Niki in the other hand is in an inch away from biting you.

"I have some food with me, Niki. Let me just kiss you two more in those cute doll form uwuw. Love you rinrin. Love you Niki!" The moment you saw them as moving dolls, the fact they are darling dolls is confirmed in your mind.

You already know the drill. Since they are important people in your life.

Your willing to help out in the way you can. Saying such words already have meaning and meant what you say.

*Poof.

As the two drown in the affection, the bar for them to transform back to human have been filled. Soon they both appear before you as human.

"Now your two back to being human! Hehe." You hug them both. Your happy that they are seems fine after long absent.

"It seems that mcmc know about DD huh." Rinne scratch his head as he hug you back, he is glad he don't have to threaten you or have to beg for you to take them in or at least take Niki in. Through he did question someone in your status able to grab hold of one. Maybe you brought one from a shady street seller?' he thought and guess correctly.

"MC~ your scent really make me full. But where's the food you said earlier?" Niki in the other hand is already search for the food. "Here you go!" You give him the sweets and candies you have from the work today.

"Woah!! Thank you! I love you too, mc!" Niki hugs you back before he eat the sweets like a sin of gluttony. You and Rinne watch him eat like he never eaten for years, and both chuckle among yourselves.

That day you brought them back to your home. Mayoi who open the door for you, saw the two. He stared confuse at the new comer.

He don't hear your bringing along friends. If he did he would have hide in the closet!!

"...woah! It's mayoi! So your a darling doll too!" Niki who's eating some cookies says as he smelled mayoi familiar fragrance from miles away stared at the humanoid mayoi. "Ah???" Mayoi suddenly don't feel good as he felt his being stared by Niki like his some main course dish.

"Sup? Were your new roomies! Gyahaha. How small the world is. It turn out mc have DD all along. The names Rinne Amagi." Rinne introduce himself as he point a finger gun at mayoi. "Through, you can call me mcmc's husband! Gyahahaha!" He added which made mayoi even more confuse by his statement.

"Did you says Amagi??? Wait what do you mean...H-husband..?!" Mayoi don't know which one he should be worried about in that very moment.

"Woah, I don't know you two are married, rinne." Niki who also married to you too base in That fake(?) marriage contract, is surprised as well.

"Dumb Niki really don't know a thing, gyahahaha." Rinne went for a headlock. "Rinne! Swisbwoz!!! (Stop) " Niki complained and start to tap out from rinne demostic form of violence.

"Ah, welcome..." Tatsumi who come from upstairs in the makeshift alter he made for praying heard noises and your name. He saw new people and greeted them, through he did heard about the topic just now.

He needs to talk to you about how marriage is a sacred and holy thing you cannot make a joke off, later it seems.

"Hihi, sumisumi!" You wave to the priest. He smiled warmly at you and the two.

"Shall we talk in the better place?" Tatsumi suggested as the four of you are crowding the entre way.

The place he says a proper place is your room, they all transform back to being dolls and are now on your bed as you seat in a chair beside your bed.

You explained what happened to the two as well the joke from two years ago. You have framed the autograph and hide it under your bed, forgotten by time. As you explained and others introduce themselves again to one another.

You watch them as your being nag by Tatsumi about this and that. You look at the middle of the bed, where Doll mayoi keep running from Niki who just want to have to take a bite of him.

You don't know if it's a joke or not but mayoi is scared either way. Rinne just went off your radar as if his off somewhere already, he later come out of your bed dragging the framed fake marriage contract and show it off.

"Gyahaha. See. Now I have higher status than you little champ of my brother." Rinne boosted yet again, in his doll form holding the frame that's is bigger than him.

"W-wait-- what...?" Mayoi look at the framed in surprised, as if not believing what his seeing. He went and read the context of the contact." Ahm... Why did it say you two are married to Niki Shiina being the lawful wedded chief and the two who should be feed by him with his dish till he dies?" He seems very concern and confuse why there's a marriage contract that state that.

"Huuuhh?! Rinne, mc. what is this about? I could still cook to you two without that, you know." Shiina isn't concern about it through. He just think you guys going far silly than others as make a fake contract on making him a chief to be able to eat his dish for free. He is willing to cook for you two if you provide him ingredients in the first place.

You and Rinne laugh evilly as the context of the contract is been known now. Rinne did read about the contract you made 2 years ago and think it's an amazing deal to push to the oblivious dumb Niki.

Tatsumi sigh as he realize the supposed to be marriage contract is first lifetime chief contact to Niki. Through he is taken back why he sigh in relief in the first place.

Some questions run to his mind but the group already move on different topic and decided to have a late night dinner with everyone as well welcoming party for the new two members of your family.

The night is long as you and four dolls have some fan in the small home...

The night soon ended and slept taken over your system. Saying good night to everyone as you slept on your bed with the four in their doll form.

You don't realize that a certain dou stared at your bed room window, showing your sleeping form with two alkaloid dolls right beside you and the two new comer is on top of you all in their doll form.

Sleeping cozily, unalarmed from the lurking two across the street on top of a lamp Post.

Two set of eyes. One is green that shows envy yet mask with fake amusement and the other is purple one who watch observingly.

"Should we be worried?" The smaller one ask the other.

"Hm... Indeed that person have been deep in the Darling Dolls community... Almost collecting two unit... I wonder what they wanted to achieve in such fit." The taller one voice show amusement. He stared at his partner who is one of the member of the other unit. He wonder if he too would join in your little harem.

"... They don't seems to cost harm yet. Shall we continue to watch from afar, madara-han?" After a long pause. Kohaku Oukawa seems to think about your situation as it's not something to be worried about but the higher up seems concern about how you gotten yourself four DD under few years. They are willing one too.

"hn.. there's nothing to do if they aren't evil.... Well, my child is never be of an evil as their mama is." Madara Mikejima stared one last time at your direction. A small sigh before he have his usual smile pasted on his face.

"Let go... We still need to report this to the higher up." Kohaku already turn to depart. Madara laugh as he too left the place.

A certain red haired doll open his eyes from faking his sleep. He turn to look at the window.

"...agh... This is worrisome. It seems double face is hot on our heels." He mumble as he went and close the window with his little doll body.

"Gyahaha... But isn't this interesting... How fate would work out, I wonder... Shall we all bet what the dice of destiny show it's outcome?" You stared at you and the three dolls. He smirk. He can't help but felt the thrill of what comes next.

....

Having Rinne and Niki as your third and fourth dolls, seems like a surprise as they come in bundle. The two would sometimes live at Niki's apartment since your place is crowded with five people living in it. (You did plan to look for a bigger cheap home while your at it. )

Niki would be the personal chief for everyone, he would continue to work at the cafe with you after his long absent at work.

Rinne sometimes would be out for a while because of some stuff.

Probably gambling addiction of his. He did sometimes mumble about who would first complete the unit batch. Crazy:b or alkaloid, like it's a game his waiting for a winner for a long while.

Mayoi and Tatsumi always sigh when rinne is around. They said only their unit leader would able to handle the nutcase called rinne Amagi. That leader being called Hiiro Amagi. Rinne's younger brother.

Somehow your nightmare is not much as it's was before but the two unit would take turns who would sing for you even if you don't want them to bother about such routine.

Rinne would sometimes tag along with you because of a reason he don't explained to you, through he did look around for something every time he did tag along with. It seems that someone is following you.

He said to you as a joke. You do know thats not probably a joke. Your thankful for rinne being worried about your safety but tagging in your work and hangout in the cafe, not even there to buy food is not good for business.

A/N: huehuehue. Here's a 3.5k words and your 3rd and 4th dolls! Who shall be the next one to join your harem-- cough I mean. Family! How's the story so far?

#ensemble stars x reader #ensemble stars #enstar x reader #crazy b #rinne amagi #crazy:b #himeru #rinne amagi x reader #enstar #shiina niki #shiina Niki x reader #niki shiina x reader #amagi rinne x reader #mayoi Ayase x reader #tatsumi Kazehaya x reader #kohaku Oukawa #madara mikejima #my Darling Dolls AU

[shopwitchvamp]

Would you ever do cons again or is that something that you have grown past the need of?

I really don't want to do them anymore. Long answer incoming as usual~ Like, maybe I'll attend them as a regualr attendee for fun again someday, but even before the pandemic I would get sick ALL THE TIME from going to cons. So for one thing I'm extra afraid about that. They're also not particularly profitable unless it's a local con and you don't need to travel/stay at a hotel. Or you're like.. Cards Against Humanity's table that can make 5 figures in a day. (lol ok so i googled what i was remembering, their table selling out in 50mins, and nevermind i was so wrong. if you're them you can make -$35k in 51mins at a con. negative 5 figures in an hour...)

At my peak (and only because I'd started incorporating more clothing) I made $7k in a weekend, which sounds amazing, but like half or more would disappear into flights, the hotel, the table/badges, food, and the cost of what I was selling. At that point I was paying for my own room just so I could sleep at all at night.. Way back in the day we'd do the whole 6 people in 1 room thing to save money, and then I'd spend a whole weekend unable to sleep. And then I'd get sick ;__; rinse and repeat like 8 times a year. Misery. Also those $7k cons happened like 3-4 times in my con career. 2010-2015 before clothing I think it was more like $2-3k was an outstanding weekend. More than once I made negative money at a con (not as negative as Cards Against Humanity thank god). I'm looking at you Anime Atlanta! Everyone told me and my friend that con was SO GOOD so we drove for 2 or 3 days to get there. We slept on a concrete floor at a friend's SCAD dorm room. OMG AND I JUST REMEMBERED when that happened I had just had surgery too!! All of that and I made way less than what my expenses were because the con was just dead that year (a different con had moved it's dates and was the same weekend I think? competition made both cons worse that year from what I remember). One of many sad con tales. At this point I'm too old for it, or just too unwilling to put up with the suffering. I start thinking about how many cons wouldn't let us artists bring food in, the ridiculously long 12hr+ days with no break, how many times I couldn't even get up to go to the bathroom if someone wasn't with me, weird BS like AFest trying to blacklist anyone that didn't stay for Monday when it wasn't held on labor day weekend anymore and the con's Monday wasn't a holiday, cons that put artists in bizarre and dangerous conditions (a parking garage?? or MechaCon that year there were no lights????), how often guests or staff were incredibly rude.. and honestly I just get really angry about the way cons are for artists. I wish I'd tried to start a union or something. Instead I just walked away. And then as for growing past the need for it, yeah definitely. But it's more like, I was able to grow because I let go of them. I actually knew I needed to stop doing cons like 2ish years before I did. I knew the churn was keeping me from reaching the next level, I was always recovering from a con or preparing for a con or dying at a con. But it was so hard to jump out from that cycle because I always needed the money from the next con. I'm really not even sure how I escaped, but I'm very glad I did. Definitely won't go back to that life. (There were, of course, some good times too. Like I got to meet James Marsters and Cary Elwes. Sometimes I was living the dream!) ᴾˢ ᴱᴰᴵᵀ ᴬˢᵏ ᵐᵉ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᴶᵘᵍᵍᵃˡᵒ ᶜʰᵘʳᶜʰ ᶜᵒⁿ

#wow yeah this is a lot #i could sure go on #it's not an easy life and i wouldn't want to go back to it #like i said before maybe if i were invited as a guest #but i will not pay to be hundreds to be mistreated at an artist alley table anymore #all of my support to those that still do it though #you're stronger than me that's for sure #ask #witch vamp #cons #convention #reply

[fizzyxcustard]

Ultimatum (3)

Masterlist of fan fiction

Part 1 Part 2

Fandom: Robin Hood (BBC)

Pairings: Guy of Gisborne x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Lots of angst.

Summary: You and Guy discuss your feelings for each other, and act on those feelings. However, you know that Guy can be a better man and can’t stand by to watch him fall into a pit of atrocity while serving under the Sheriff. Will Guy choose you or Sheriff Vaisey? 

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I’ve also changed the plot a little. Marian never died, but instead has gone on the run with Robin.

You made sure that you kept out of sight of Guy after your last meeting in the field. Two days was a long time to remain hidden from the man you loved. A couple of times you spotted him and hid, feeling the tears begin to well and the pain in your chest intensify. He wasn’t going to give up his future, position and money for you. That was plain to see. 

You began to pack all the same, preparing a couple of sets of clothing, a knife, some food for on the road, your money. Thankfully there were towns and villages scattered not far from each other, no more than a day’s ride at a time. You would be able to find shelter, eat and rest. 

The next largest town over to Nottingham was Derby, with smaller villages in between. Maybe Derby would be a good place for you to lay low for a few weeks, get a little work and then move on. Or perhaps it would prove fruitful and be a place you would consider remaining in long term. 

***

Guy was plagued with racing thoughts. Fears, regrets, frustrations. Of course he wanted to go with you. To wake up next to you every morning, share breakfast, hold you, begin a family. That was everything that he yearned for so deeply. 

It was midday of the third day after receiving your letter. Guy stood by his window and looked down into the courtyard, watching the Sheriff scream at a guard for letting an outlaw escape. 

Guy grit his teeth, feeling that well of hatred for Vaisey begin to expand. The Sheriff had given him position, power and money, but at what cost? A huge one. With a balled fist, Guy growled at himself. The self-hatred was growing day by day, like an infection; building and festering, then spreading. 

***

The plan had come together perfectly. You had taken your father’s keys to the stables, let out one of the mares, and were now readying your last possessions.

There was a loud bang at your door. 

For a second you were terrified it was a guard, but it was Guy. “Please, don’t do this!” he exclaimed. 

“Tough. I’m going. I leave in around half an hour,” you said in a matter of face tone. Inside and your whole body felt as if it were shifting of its own accord. It was the all too familiar sensation that you felt when in the company of Guy of Gisborne. 

“See sense!” Guy shouted. “You have no idea where you’re going and could get ambushed out on the road.” 

“I know where I’m heading,” you replied, folding your arms. “What exactly did you come here for? One last try at persuading me to stay?” You chuckled wryly. “You just don’t get it, do you?” 

“Get what?” 

“I don’t want to stay in Nottingham. With or without you, Guy, I don’t want to stay. I hate it here.”

“All of the nearest towns aren’t any different.” 

“None of them have Vaisey, do they? Or you following in his shadow.” 

Guy lost control and slammed his fist down on your table and rested the palms of his hands on the wood. He looked up at you, his eyes cold. “You’ll stay here, even if I have to force you to stay. Do you understand me? You’re going nowhere.” 

“I don’t believe you’d ever use force against me, Guy,” you countered, holding your ground and holding eye contact. “You want love, and I give that to you freely.” You reached across the table and touched his hand, watching him swallow hard. “If you love me as much as you say you do, and can’t be with me, then let me go.” Your voice had grown soft. “Show me you love me, and either come with me or let me go.” 

“I…can’t….” Guy croaked. “I need you here with me….” 

“This place means more to you than anything else, and I’m just going to have to accept that.”

“No…” His voice broke. “No, it doesn’t.” 

“Then let me go.” 

Guy looked at you with desperation in his eyes. He shot to you and grabbed you tight, pulling you into a hot kiss. You could feel him shaking against you and felt a wet tear clinging to his cheek. 

Gradually you pulled away. “I need to go.” 

“No, please,” he begged, grabbing your hand. “I beg of you.” 

“I can’t.”

Reluctantly, Guy let you go and sobbed as he watched you leave, shutting the door behind you. 

You felt the tears fall down your cheeks as you got up into the saddle of the horse you’d taken and then made your way out of the front gates of Nottingham and rode away. 

***

Guy lay on your bed, curled in a foetal position and felt all sensation leave him. Only a gaping hole was left, burrowing through his chest rapidly. Why had he let you go? Initially Guy had come to your house to get you to stay, by force if necessary. But you had proved him wrong; he never used any force on you. 

Everything was dark around him, and slowly he got up and sat on the edge of your bed. He looked around, noticing that barely anything had been touched in your bid for freedom. All of the pots and pans in the kitchen area were still there. The bed clothes, still there. Even a spare cloak still hung from the back of your door.

“You’re a weak coward,” Guy told himself out loud as he curled his hand into a fist. The pain blotted out all the emotional turmoil for just a few seconds, but as he let go and felt all the tension wash away, the pain of letting you go began thumping in his chest again. 

Guy walked the streets, staring at the stars, wondering if you were also looking up and thinking of him. He remembered the times you had talked about the stars, which made you reminisce in your childhood. You often shared in the good times you had shared with your friends, when you were untainted by experience and an embodiment of pure innocence. 

***

It was after midnight when you finally stopped. It was in a small clearing, just on the edge of woodland. The moon was bright, casting a light across the path which led into the trees. Night time was when you felt content and able to let your mind wander in peace, delving into little fantasies. Most of the time those thoughts decided to concentrate on Guy, leaving you quite hot and bothered. Now that you had experienced the reality of him in that manner, he did not disappoint.

You placed a blanket around your shoulders and rested back against a tree, making sure that you were both secluded but also had some light, though limited. In the distance and you could hear the odd hoot of an owl and the very quiet scuttling of rodents in the undergrowth. You had stayed out in the woods plenty when growing up, making dens in the trees with your friends, pretending to fight off the bad men who wanted to take your valuables. It made you think of Guy. Never, as a child, would you have ever thought that in your adult years that you would have fallen for one of the ‘bad men’ who took people’s valuables.

With a sigh, you shifted under the blanket, and rubbed your hands together for warmth. It wasn’t a particularly cold night, but neither was it warm. The was a definite chill which would prickle you in the form of a gentle breeze, wafting through the trees. 

***

Guy tried his best to maintain his normal posture and demeanour. All he could think of was you. By mid-afternoon, his gut wrenched. He could hear your father’s voice, full of worry. “No one has seen her all morning!” Your father was in conversation with his friend, Abe, who was also guarding the Sheriff’s study. 

“When was she last seen?” Abe asked. 

“Yesterday afternoon, coming back from Bill’s field. Someone said they’d seen Gisborne talking with her.” 

Guy’s eyes widened, and he watched from a distance as Abe leaned in to your father, appearing to be whispering. Was there an accusation? Did Abe suspect that Guy was connected with your disappearance? 

Instead of continuing on past the Sheriff’s study, Guy detoured back the other way, taking a quieter stairwell down towards the main hall where he was needed on the hour. His heart was racing, and once at the bottom of the steps, he dropped back against the stone wall and sighed. 

He missed you. With all his heart. 

***

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[pompadourpink]

bonjour mom this might be a stupid question but i'm super interested in environmental protection and i'm trying to go vegan and buy less and all that jazz but everything is super expensive if it's local or it's okay but they have to fly it here etc and i understand your idea of only getting quality stuff but like i don't know yet what i like so i don't want to splurge (not that i could anyway) and i want to avoid amazon but it's super practical and at least it's for sure not a scam and i WILL get my package etc, and sometimes i do like a bit of dairy or i'll have birthday cake but i feel super guilty about it and i'm getting super anxious, do you have any advice??

Hello dear (and oh boy, this is going to be another wall of text),

I've been there. I went vegetarian with the hopes of becoming vegan back in 2012, went super minimalist, started to buy way less, switched to bulk and organic, got a menstrual cup, felt like I had to donate money I didn't have because others needed it more than me and felt awful every time I binned something thinking I actually didn't need that thing and that was a selfish decision, and it was so hard to see other people around me not caring about these things. It was eating me alive and making me bitter and sadder than a bag of rocks. It's a real thing called eco-anxiety and it's well-documented at this point so you can look it up.

In my case, researching capitalism and going to therapy were the key. Because little old me being vegan not only wasn't sustainable because I had personal issues with food and ADHD and it made it worse, but at the end of the day it's not going to be enough to annihilate centuries of specism and make the industry change its mind; just like little old me feeling guilty about buying ice cream because I was going to have to throw away the pot is the most insignificant thing in the world when you look at what Nestlé or cruise boats are doing to the planet.

Whatever you do, you will have to sacrifice something and it will never be enough - you've already noticed it. Change comes gradually, when people come together and stand against what's wrong, which has been harder to do these days where we routinely lose family members and friends to Facebook radicalisation. My advice is to do what I've been doing, after years of trial and error: putting myself first, staying realistic about my goals, practising empathy, remembering to be a role model rather than a preacher, and giving myself time before I make a decision.

I like you prefer to boycott Amazon but between shipping fees, delivery time, dodgy neighbours, prices, fear of scammers (...), I used it occasionally to get stuff whenever it felt like the best solution. But then, at the beginning of the pandemic, I bought face masks online from a French pharmacy, which cost quite a lot but I was trying to do the good thing. Three weeks later I received a white piece of plastic that looked like every package from Wish videos on Youtube from somewhere in China that contained the masks with a little note in broken English stating that those were only for fashion and couldn't be worn for medical reasons.

I did some research and realised that they bought the items for pennies on Aliexpress and got the suppliers to directly send me my order - it's a very scammy and common concept called drop shipping. If you're looking for anything brandless on Amazon (from sunglasses to hairbrushes to decoration and gym equipment), check out Aliexpress and your cart will go from 132,99 to 17 bucks in under five minutes. So after years of judging people who use Aliexpress or Wish, I started doing the same, because what I receive is the exact same thing, but there's no mediocre business tycoon wannabee making a profit on my behalf in between.

And ever since, I've rethought my beliefs. I no longer feel bad about wanting children even though every human being creates a lot of waste in a world where Kylie Jenner takes a private jet to avoid a 40-minute drive. I no longer feel bad about occasionally flying to go on vacation because I have only one shot at living and once in a while I deserve a break. I no longer feel bad about doing my nails even though I will have to buy and dispose of cotton buds because I'm tired of neglecting my happiness to avoid worsening problems I haven't even caused.

I still do what I can. I'm still conscious of what I do, don't waste water, buy all my clothes secondhand, donate money whenever I can and all that, but I'm at peace. I try and that's what matters in a world where succeeding is not an option.

Love,

Mum

#ask #malks

[violet-kink-rambles]

Pt 1 | Working Late Too Often

Femme Feeder x Gender Neutral Feedee Themes: Workplace Setting, Weight Gain, Bribery, Intox, Stuffing, Public Stuffing, Soft Feedism, and the occasional Hard Feedism

Word Count: 4714

This is a slow burn story! I have no idea how many parts will be in this, but it will speed up over time. This part is just getting everything set up and some solo stuffing in the second half. No promises on when the next part is out, this was done over a few days but I've been in the mood to write lately so yeah :) Last thing before we start, nothing in this story is relevant to my real life except the starting dimensions and that I work in coding and graphic design. Use whatever names you want, you're the one reading it!

So I had just graduated college recently, it took 4 years of my life and more money than I wish to mention. But one of the things they forget to mention about computer science is just how long you’ll be sitting down every day. From 6 hours of classes to another 4 hours minimum at home to get your projects done you’re spending the majority of those 4 years sitting in front of a screen. Some might shy away from comp sci because of that alone… but that was one of the appeals for me. You see, I’m a bit of a fatty. I’ve never been super in shape, I’ve been on the thiccer side for as long as I can remember. But college reallllyyy made me blow up a bit, I went from a modest 6’3” and 225 to around 310 in only a few years! Sure I noticed it creeping up on me but to be honest… I kinda like it! I've just been eating what I want and waiting to see what happens.

My friends and family on the other hand have been on my ass about the gym and have kept offering me diet advice for the last couple of years now. Lately, it seems like the pressure has dropped off and they are finally accepting that this is just what I am now. Thank fuck for that, they just don’t get how hard it is to work out when you have to sit down for the majority of the day. After struggling to find a job for the first few months after graduation I finally got an interview at a mid-size startup! The pay isn’t great but the office offers decent benefits and they also offer meals at the office. Sure that can be kinda toxic since it encourages you to stay late but hey I’ll take what I can get. On the morning of the interview I was getting dressed to head out when I realized that I don’t have a proper fitting outfit, my shirt is taut against my torso and it was a bit uncomfy around the arms. And the pants… the fucking pants. I felt almost like a sausage casing, I was able to cover everything but there was no way I was gonna be able to hide how fat I am. Begrudgingly I picked up my bag and left the house, swearing to stop at a store to get a new wardrobe after the interview.

On the drive over I couldn’t help but feel hungry. If you know anything about America(especially Texas) then you know that you can't drive more than a block or 2 in town without seeing some restaurant or fast food place. As well as the pinnacle of fast food, the greatest to ever do it. Speckled all across the state like a fuck ton of salt on a table you can get food from the tastiest, most consistent, and most bang for your buck place of all. Whataburger, the bane of every fatass in Texas. It's hard not to stop there when the burgers are as big as your head, swapping fries for onion rings at no extra cost, and the drink sizes being pushed down one size. A medium is 32oz, and the large at a whopping 44oz, while a 2 liter of soda is 67oz. For $10-13 a fatty can be full with some great southern comfort food. I really wanted to stop but if I did then my outfit would be even worse! Deciding against it and just going hungry, I pull into the office parking lot about 10 minutes later and try and hype myself up.

“Ok V, you got this shit, light fucking work! You’ve done more leetcode over the last year than you thought you would in a fucking lifetime! You’ve got your degree, and you’ve done everything you can. If they don’t wanna hire you then it’s their loss!” I got out of the car and sauntered over to the building brimming with confidence despite my tight outfit. When I got inside and up to the 4th floor where the office was I saw this cute receptionist, your stereotypical brunette woman with a little bit of extra meat on her bones. She was on a call so I just waited for her to finish. A glance around the room gave me some high hopes about the environment I might be working in. On the wall a big mural of what appears to be a shaman meditating atop a hill, the grass closest to him overgrown compared to the rest and speckled with flowers. It just calmed me down a lot because it made me feel like personal growth is important here. But then all of a sudden the woman behind the counter greeted me.

R - Receptionist R- “Hey! What can I do for you today?” Me- “ Hey! I’m just here for the 2pm interview for the programming position you guys had listed” R- “Ah gotcha! You’re a little early but she should be ready for you, just head down the hall and knock on the 6th door to your right” Me- “Thanks! Hopefully, we will be working together soon :)” Walking down the hallway I’m really liking the aesthetic of this place, some off-white walls with an almost rosy black trim. You can just tell there’s been a lot of money put into this place from all the furnishings. Off to the left, I see a large open room through the glass wall, a lot of spacious cubicles, and what I can only describe as “groovy” corporate artwork on the walls. It’s an open-concept office, with not a lot of closed off areas except the personal offices to my right. After getting to the 6th door I take a deep breath and knock, before hearing a sweet sounding voice call out “Come in!” Opening the door I see a beautiful office, a bunch of personal items, books, and a MacBook with stickers on the back on her desk. But the real knockout is the woman in front of me. A powerful looking woman with ginger hair to right above her shoulders, her body tight and built, dressed in a rose/peach pantsuit looking like it had just been steamed and ironed that morning. She’s extremely well put together, while I on the other hand am stuffed into an outfit that probably stopped fitting well a few months ago. I only took a glance at her before she greeted me, and I reminded myself I'm in interview mode. Gotta nail this and land the job.

Int- Interviewer Int- “Hey you’re the 2 o’clock right? Have a seat :)” Me- “Yep that’s me! Hope you’re doing well today :) I have a booklet I brought with me that has all my certifications if you’d like to look through it” Int- “Sounds good! My name is Kirsty, it’s nice to meet you :) What’s your name?” Me- “Ah sorry that was rude of me, my name is Violet :)” Kirsty- “Haha don’t worry about it, this field is full of introverts so I’m used to it” I set it on her desk and sit down, hearing the chair groan ever so slightly my face flushes red. Fuck I hope she didn’t hear that. She glanced through the booklet and asked me a bunch of the typical interview questions, then the technical part of the interview came along and instead of taking the full 45 minutes I was provided I finished the coding problem in about 20.

Me- “Ok, I believe I have it right. I’ve accounted for all exceptions and the code is running smoothly. No hiccups.” Kirsty- “Well that was fast! Let me see”

She takes the laptop and looks at the code for a few minutes while asking some more questions. I keep noticing though that it doesn't really look like she’s looking at the screen. It seems like she's looking just to the side of it, her desk is pretty big so maybe I'm wrong? Not really sure

Kirsty- “This is some concise and.. tight code, some good notation and comments, you meet what we’re looking for and from talking with you I think we can work well together” Me- “Wait really? So I have the job??” Kirsty- “If you want it, it's yours :) We just have some paperwork to do and you can start the monday after next ” Me- “I- I’d love to accept this job, I’m just surprised since I've heard so many horror stories in college about people having to do like 30 interviews to land a job even when they met all the requirements” Kirsty- “Well you aced the technical portion, you have all the certificates required and then some, and you’ve been a pleasure to talk to. You’re not too shabby Violet :)” Me- “Th- Thankyou :) I don’t know what else to say”

After that I read through and signed the paperwork then left Kirsty’s office, she told the receptionist to give me a tour of the office so I can see where everything is. While taking the tour I learned the receptionist’s name is Heather and she led me through the office introduced me to a few people I'll be working with, and showed me where everything is.

Heather- “You know.. I’m a bit surprised, we’ve been trying to fill that position for months. To be honest I had seen your resume this morning and write you off immediately, straight out of college and you landed this. I don’t know what you did there but you obviously did something right.” Me- “Wait really? All I did was get the technical part done quick and show her my certificates” Heather- “Everyone does that, she gives you 45 minutes but it should take only 30 at most” Me- “Oh.. I guess she just must’ve liked my energy then, either way, I got the job so the specific reason doesn’t matter to me.” Heather- “Yeah well… oh well you’re right. You got the job so who am I to question Kirsty. Are there any more questions you have about the office?” Me- “Just one, I heard there was a no limit kitchen here. Like you guys provide meals and stove tops, is there actually no limit to using those amenities?” Heather- “As long as you hit your deadlines you can even watch Netflix at your desk, we only care about results here… We’ll if that’s all you got for me then I’m gonna head back to my desk” Me- “Can't think of anything else, thanks for the tour :) See you in 2 weeks!”

And with that I left the office, I don’t think it had hit me at that point that I got hired. It felt so surreal! But when I got back to my car… I saw my reflection in the driver's side window. my fucking belly was hanging out the bottom of my shirt ever so slightly, bunching around my midsection in a way that made my belly button outline really noticeable. Me- “Are you FUCKING kidding me??? God dammit V. This better have just happened. I swear to god if I just did an interview and an office tour in front of everyone like this I’m going to toaster water myself.”

After getting in my car and driving off I hear my stomach growl. I know I shouldn’t eat after what just happened but at this point I’m starving. I pulled out my phone and opened the Wingstop app, like 6 months into college we were hosting parties and sporting events at our apartment. Wingstop is perfect for that, everyone pitches in and you can get so many wings it's unreal. I racked up so many reward points that it's become a staple in my diet. After looking at the menu I order my usual, just a 10pc with fries, and a drink. “You know, this is a time to celebrate.. I'm gonna have to buy new clothes anyways.. fuck it” And that's when I see it, the deal of a lifetime. $17 for 20 wings, 2 large fries, and 4 sauces. That could last me for a while, I considered swapping it with what's in my cart but.. What if I didn't? Would it really be that bad? I've got 2 weeks anyways.. And besides, it's not like I'm gonna eat it all tonight.

After adding it to my cart and getting the delivery started I headed home. 45 minute wait, I cleared out my fridge last night, I just haven't gotten to the store lately so the rations are low. Still stoked about the job but my hunger is giving me tunnel vision at this point, and that's when I see it. That beautiful orange and white building, it's weird almost tent-like shape off in the distance, Whataburger. As I get closer to it I'm fighting in my head, “Yo Wingstop is gonna take forever, fuck it why not?” while the other side of me is trying to be reasonable since I just ordered like 30 wings and 2 large fries. Needless to say, I ended up pulling in, I've just been eating more recently and It's not as if this will affect me too much at this point. I pull into the drive-through and get a patty melt meal, it's one of their smaller sandwiches but that doesn't mean anything when compared to another fast food chain. It's 2 big patties probably a ¼ pound each with cheese served on Texas toast. I also got my drink and onion rings as well with my order. After going through the drive-through and paying I couldn't help myself and had to eat some onion rings on the way home. Sipping on a massive dr pepper as I do so. Once I got home I hurried up the stairs, still having about 25 minutes until the Wingstop should get here.

As soon as I get inside my apartment I turn on the TV and open Netflix on my phone. After finding a show to watch I screencast it over and get to work on the food. The patty melted steaming hot and so greasy on the first bite that I just knew it'll sit heavy in my belly. I had finished the onion rings in the car and was a little disappointed, but decided to just get the large onion rings next time. The Whataburger is on the way home from the office so I can only imagine I'll become a regular there. It's not an exaggeration to say that one meal from there can feed you for a whole day. For a normal sized person that happens more than you'd think. Within 10 minutes I was already starting to sip my drink dry, I just couldn't stop eating… but I'm still hungry. I just sorta went on autopilot and munched away. Realizing I still had about 15 minutes until the wing stop arrived I got out my rolling tray and rolled up a joint. It's sort of becoming a habit lately but what can I say, it makes the world a bit less gray and also makes food taste soooo much better. I grab my dr pepper and head outside a couple of minutes later after it's rolled.

Walking out onto my dingy little balcony that's actually just a window you fold up and can take only one step onto I look over the city around me. Will I still be here in a year? Will I move into a better place? Will I get some stupidly big promotion and move into a high rise? Or something in between… While I'm out there I look back on what's happened today. I got a job! Like a real adulting job! I'm nervous, anxious, and excited, but ready. It seems like a great environment with great people, I just gotta do what I can to prove I belong there. After going through almost all of the joints I get a notification that the Wingstop is here. I run on over to the door quickly to make sure my neighbors don't take it. Let's just say my apartment complex isn't exactly a place for blue collar workers. Hell, my dealer lives 1 building over and he's got a decent amount of competition here. I take the Wingstop inside and set it on the counter. I knew that I'd have some of it later when the munchies kicked in but for now I was gonna finish that joint. Out on the balcony again I just realize that everything is gonna work out, everything is fine and I finally have the chance to prove myself!

After finishing the joint and closing the window I head on over to the bathroom to clean up a bit and get these clothes off of me. I hadn't thought about it but my clothes were a LOT tighter now than this morning, my figure in the mirror catching my eye and forcing me to pay attention to it. I didn't want to admit it but this was another sign that I needed to just accept it. For whatever reason… I like being fat.. i really like it.. I've tried to understand it for a while now and I've tried going to the gym, anything I could do to be normal. Most people aren't like this. But whatever the reason, I just need to accept it. I start fondling my belly, pinching it, grabbing the bottom roll, and then lifting it and dropping it. It just moves so.. gracefully. So unlike anything else I've seen. I took off my outfit and the speed at which my shirt buttons separated was almost scary. But I'd be lying if I said it didn't make the situation fluster me even more. My belly falls an inch or 2 lower and jiggles back and forth, the recoil drawing me in for a short couple of seconds. Undoing the pants wasn't any better. The moment I undid the button my fupa sprung forward, immediately filling the space where my zipper once was. After stripping down to my underwear I got unbelievably horny, the sight of my body sent me into heat and made me hungry as well. The thought of being even fatter floods my mind and makes me salivate. Instinctively I begin to caress and jiggle my belly, the soft dough-like mass giving way to my hands at the slightest push.

I snap out of it after another 20 seconds and remember the Wingstop, it hadn't been long at all since I chowed down on the Whataburger but at this point, I didn't care. My lust and yearning for hedonism were in full force tonight and I wasn't about to deny myself this feeling.

I hurry over to my desk in the living room and open one of the drawers in my sectional. I've been saving some weed gummies for a rainy day, to be honest, I didn't expect to use them for something like this. I just know that if I eat one or 2 of them then my appetite will be insatiable. I'll just be able to keep going and going. As I pop one of them into my mouth I can't help but be happy that I got an extra Wingstop, this is a day to celebrate and I might as well go hard with it. If I'm gonna do it then I'm gonna do it right. I start digging into the bag and pull out all the boxes of food. Laying it out on the table I see that I have a bit of a challenge ahead of me. 30 wings, 2 large fries, and a bunch of different sauces. I then open up my fridge and refill my dr pepper from Whataburger.

I already know that I'm gonna have a food coma by the end of this. No matter how long it takes, I am going to eat everything in sight. I have already resolved myself to that and there was no way my horny brain was gonna go back on that. After getting a plate and stacking it tall with about half of the food I turn my show back on. Carrying everything over to the couch the weight of all the food is intoxicating. Just knowing that I'm about to put multiple pounds of food into my belly and bloat myself up with what's basically just pure sugar is making me so filled with lust that the moment I sit down I dig in immediately. The speed at which I'm eating would make you think I hadn't eaten in days. As I'm eating I can feel all of the food slipping down my greedy maw, coated in so much sauce that it slides down with ease. If someone saw me like this they would probably be aghast, horrified at the spectacle of pure greed and gluttony before them. But I just kept going, I haven't paid attention to my show for at least a few minutes. I just kept going with reckless abandon, I didn't care about the consequences, I didn't care about how full I was starting to feel, all I cared about was getting the next bite of food down. My stomach becomes redder and redder, eventually, I feel the pain kick in, only a few chicken wings left and about half a large fry… And I still felt determined to eat more, I had already eaten enough for many people but I just couldn't stop thinking about finishing my plate.

After rubbing my belly for a few minutes I get back to work on the plate, I’m eating slow and just sipping on my soda at this point. The pain and pleasure mixed together to send me into a euphoric daze. As I get to the last bite I’m feeling more pain than pleasure, it feels like my skin is stretching and tearing. When I swallowed the last remaining wing slathered in honey mustard I moaned loud and hard. The pressure inside my overfed gut is immense, but I know that I have something left, the soda. About a third of my drink is left and I’m sluggish, while slowly sipping the remaining liquid it feels like my belly is getting more solid. My hand grazes over it and makes me wince in pain when I press down just a little too hard. The images of Roman royalty grazing on food being brought to them by servants cross my mind, the thought of their lives and how great it would be to have someone feeding me overwhelms me. I drain the remaining soda and set the empty cup down, it falls over onto its side as I had just let my arm fall away from me. My whole body feels heavy and tight. It feels like one wrong move could tear me open. But it felt like pure bliss, like nothing in the world really mattered except for this right here.

Over the next couple of hours, I top myself up with wing stop and soda until I notice what time it is. It’s almost midnight and there are only a few wings left, so I open the sauce containers and get to work. The prospect of all the excess calories running through me is winning and I'm not stopping now. I’ve been stuck in this gluttony driven daze ever since I got back to my apartment, whatever came over me has complete control at this point.

“oook.. ughh alright, I gotta hic lay down” Through all my little groaning and moaning I pick up the to-go box and lay down with it. Propping it atop my belly and preparing myself to finish it off. Through slow and labored bites it all ends up going right past my greedy little lips and down my throat. Even my soda was almost empty now, the sugar high mixed with the meat sweats surely about to send me into a food coma. As I got to the last wing I could barely taste it, the pain in my belly was so prominent that I could barely hear the show on my TV. But as the final wing passed down my throat I had an awakening in me. Pure hedonistic bliss erupted from my body, the dopamine centers in my brain working overtime. I was already subtly rubbing my belly trying to relieve some pressure but now I couldn't help but shake it. Each motion up and down gave me instant gratification, it was as if my serotonin was on a faucet and I could just get more whenever I wanted. Every breath made my body feel tighter and tighter as I kept fondling this surprisingly hard softness.

“Oooh.. god damn. if I knew.. overeating could do this to me… ughh,, I'd have done it a long time ago” I'm not sure how much time had passed at that point, but I didn't care. Focusing on anything else just seemed like a waste of time and I wasn't sure how long this pleasure was gonna last. I kept fondling my body for a while and eventually remembered I had just a little bit of dr pepper left. It already felt like my belly was going to rip open at any moment, but about 10 cautious sips later it was all gone… I couldn't believe how much food I ate. Sure I had gone to the bathroom a couple of times since the interview and freed up some space, but still.. A patty melt, onion rings, 30 wings, a fuck ton of fries, and more soda than I wish to remember. It was dark out by this point so this had to have taken almost 6 hours. Taking a glance around the room I spot my rolling tray on the table. There was no way I could roll a joint right now because of how sluggish I am but thankfully I have my pipe. I tried to scoot back a bit to prop myself up more but every movement was making the pressure in my stomach higher and causing me to almost pass out! Deciding against trying to move out of my fresh couch divot I swing my hand over to the table and get ahold of my pipe, extremely proud of my stoner etiquette. If you don't know, if you don't have to hide your weed it's good to leave a fresh bowl of weed after you smoke. Saves you time and you'll still know if someone smoked your shit since it's a fresh bowl.

That's beside the point though, after bringing the pipe to my lips I realize how hard it's gonna be to get a proper hit. My breathing was already very labored and short by now, but I had already gotten this far and it wasn't as if I had any plans that night. Even if I did… they'd be canceled, for one there's no way I could go, and two this feels wayyy too good. The first hit made me cough hard, I could just barely hit the bowl. Take as deep of an exhale as I could muster, I then hit the bowl again. Over the next couple of seconds, I could feel all the food packed into my belly pushing back against my lungs. With a quick exhale and setting the pipe back down I was sure I would cough but I didn't. All I felt was my brain swelling with thc, instinctively I began to massage my belly and began just thinking to myself. groaning “It'd be great to do this more often.. I don't see why not?? The job pays well enough to afford the food! And besides… if it makes me feel this good then it's more of an investment than anything else right? It's not like it'll be a daily thing so I'm not gonna THAT fat right? I'm pretty big already but if I just do some cardio on the days I don't eat like this maybe I can stay this size?”

Not too long after some more caressing of my swollen belly I drifted off to sleep.

#violet stories #intox feedee #weight gain #glorifying obesity #again no promises on when the next is out

[thecandywrites]

Monster March 2023 Day 8- Demon

The Glass Dragon

So this is a one shot, but if anyone is interested, I could always continue it.

Thanks to @borealwrites for their Monster March 2023 prompt list as well as @catbatart 's both of you guys are awesome.

Monster March Day 8- Demon- 

The Glass Dragon 

Budwar and his men walked into the castle staring warily at the castle guards. It wasn’t every day that a band of mercenaries were formally invited to a castle. Especially one as great and grand as Dunbrauch. 

"Ah, my friends, come, come, I have a meal prepared for you." Lord Whitecliff greeted and even he was forcing his calm and friendliness to them as Budwar and his men were using their heightened senses to smell for poison because this felt like a trap. Nothing seemed to be wrong and therefore, nothing seemed quite right either and they couldn’t explain it.

First a messenger came and gave them money just to hear an offer of work. And the offer was far too good to be true. The job, escort an old feeble woman to the ocean and leave her there. The pay would be enough to set them up for years and not take every job that had a paycheck, no matter how lowly, awful or debasing. 

"If you're worried if the food is poisoned, it's not. No harm will come to you while in these castle walls." An older woman- whose spine was as crooked as a winding vine and voice as rough as gravel- reassured them from her spot at the table. Her eyes as milky gray as could be and her head was covered in a silk scarf as she was otherwise exquisitely dressed. But little wiry hairs stuck out in places. Her hands - small, frail and her knuckles kinked from arthritis. Her skin was covered in scars and mottled with spots, there wasn’t a scant inch of skin that wasn’t unmarred from what little skin she showed. She was clearly beat to a pulp at least a few times in her long life and Budwar was certain that if he had ever met her in the woods, he would be sure she was a witch of some sort. But here, she simply seemed like an old relic. Like old armor worn by an ancestor that had survived an intense battle. 

"Please sit- honored guests." She insisted as she gestured to the other chairs. 

"Are you our charge?" Budwar asked her as he chose to sit across from her. While her body may have been small and fragile; her presence could barely be contained in the great hall. The way one would look at an average oak leaf before turning around to see the great oak it came from. It set Budwar on edge, even as intriguing as she was, as old as she appeared, he could discern she must have been rather beautiful as a younger person. He didn’t know what possessed him, but he chose to sit right across from her at the large table and while he was sure she was blind, she didn’t seem like it for she reached up to swirl the wine in her exquisite blown glass cup, artfully crafted as he wagered the cup alone must have cost what he would make in a year alone. But while her clothes were obviously sewn to accommodate her body. He expected her to be wearing more jewelry than she was, she seemed to be wearing something of a necklace but it was tucked under how her scarf was wrapped around her head. 

"Yes, this is Lady Sabine.” Lord Whitecliff introduced. 

“And you are?” Lady Sabine asked. 

“I am Budwar, these are my associates Svar, Ish, Twitch and Tayrn.” Budwar introduced. 

“Pleasure to make your acquaintances, now please, if you will all sit and eat your fill before you all hear the full extent of the offer, a good full meal is hard to come by and most likely won’t be found again for some time." She invited before they did as she told them to do and slowly began to eat of all the delicacies spread over the table and it was only when they had eaten and drank their fill that the Lord finally told them the full story. 

“So, why are we hear?” Budwar asked. 

“It is Lady Sabine’s final wish to be taken to the sea to smell the salt air one more time before she dies. I, as it stands, can not fulfill this myself. And none of my men dare leave their posts for such a thing but I have made a promise to Lady Sabine and I am a man of my word. So your duty- should you accept the offer- is to escort Lady Sabine to the ocean and leave her there, for this, each of you will be paid five thousand dracons. For a total of twenty five thousand dracons.” Lord Whitecliff offered. 

"So much for such a simple task?” Budwar frowned. The ocean only lay a few months' journey away. The roads were well traveled and towns seemed to be popping up every day. This should be easy but he got the sense that it would be far from. 

“We have many enemies who dare not attack while we are safe within the castle. But on the road, Lady Sabine will be vulnerable. And you will need to protect her.” Lord Whitecliff specified and even Budwar could hear the very real fear in his voice. It was obvious he cared very deeply for his- what Budwar could only assume- was his grandmother. 

“So let me get this straight. All you want is us to deliver your grandmother to the sea while protecting her from her enemies and once safely there, just… leave her there or are we to escort her back?” Budwar asked. 

“No, simply to leave her there.” Lord Whiteclif answered. 

 And you'll give us 5 thousand dracons each to do that?" Udwar repeated, his tone weary and skeptical.  

"Yes." Lady Sabine confirmed. 

"What's the real catch? I would think all your enemies are in a similar state that you are in. Your enemies can’t be too difficult to deal with. We have been outnumbered and outmaneuvered many times and still came out alive and not too much worse for wear." Budwar reasoned but all the old woman did was laugh mirthlessly, he expected a real cackle, but this was softer, and somehow, infinitely darker and more unsettling. 

"They are younger and stronger than Lord Whitecliff is and in much greater numbers than the five of you or the one of me. But the true cost to fight them is yet too great for me or even Lord Whitecliff to pay now. And many of them may want to kidnap me from your care and ambush you in the process.” She explained, which only got Budwar and his associates to frown in confusion at them. Wondering what sick bastards would have such a blood duel with this elderly woman. 

“Your work is greater than you realize. Also because I am feeble, you will only be able to travel slower and shorter distances then you are used to. And because I am frail, you will have to care for my numerous needs since I will be traveling with no other staff or assistants. And you will need to be kind, patient and understanding and respectful of me. You will get paid in wages at the end of each day. Only by the end of the journey will you receive full payment. If you live long enough to make it that far.” She specified as Budwar began to wonder exactly who and what she could be referring to. Warring factions rose and fell just as quickly as the waves of the sea. But she made it sound like the moment they would leave the castle, it would be a battle to fight off everyone outside of it. 

“But you are a group of five. So we have agreed to pay your party 25,000 dracons. If you choose to take on more members for security, they will also get an equal share of that wage. But if a member quits or, more likely- dies along the way, the rest of the remaining team gets their share split evenly among the rest. And the last five thousand of the twenty five thousand agreed upon will be given to whichever among you five can deliver me to the sea. If all five of you original members die before you can deliver me to the sea, then obviously, you failed and your failure will mean death of not just myself but possibly of Lord Whitecliff and his family.” Lady Sabine warned. 

“How so?” Budwar asked. 

“That information has a cost, that cost being what you have already been paid just to hear the offer. You have eaten and drank your fill, you should go. Think it over carefully. Sleep on it. Maybe the gods will be merciful and warn you in your dreams to preserve your lives and use the money you have been paid just to hear us out- and use it wisely to build a little bit of a better life than you already have.” Lady Sabine advised as her mouth quirked into an odd sort of grin. Showing off her few remaining teeth in her gums. 

But one look at his men, all of them were giving him the same look. They wanted this job more than anything and he could see their eagerness burning in them. 

“I don’t think we will need to. When do we leave?" Budwar asked which got Lady Sabine to laugh darkly, the sound even more unsettling than the last. 

“Are you sure- young man?” She asked and Budwar looked to his men and they were all nodding emphatically. 

“We are sure.” His men all answered in chorus. 

“Well, then, here’s the reason why it may cost your lives and mine. I am under a dark and dangerous curse,brought on by a particular kind of possessive demon. And the reason you are taking me to the sea is so that I can drown myself and bury this curse with me into the depths of the ocean and hopefully the world will never see it again. It is a curse that has brought the world nothing but pain, loss and grief. And I will double the payment if you yourselves send me to the bottom of the sea.” She offered. 

“Why not just drown you here?” Budwar asked. 

“Not good enough.” Lord Whitecliff shook his head no as he continued to drink, quite heavily, his distress very clearly visible in his body. 

“My body needs to be put into a place that can never be found again. I am immune to fire, so burning me will have no effect. Hanging me does no good because the curse unravels the ropes and melts the chains. Bashing me with rocks simply breaks the rocks, even as old and frail and fragile as I seem, the curse has seen to it that no mortal can kill me. And the immortals- well, they know well enough to give me a wide berth and have washed their hands of me. And so far- this is the only way we have come up with that will actually kill me and end the curse. I have to end my own life and this is the only way that’s left.” She insisted. 

“What is this curse?” Budwar asked. Even as ready as his team was, he needed to know exactly what he was dealing with. 

“Ah, a good question. You are clearly the brains of your group. That’s why you speak for the others. Around my neck is a glass dragon pendant on little more than a leather tie. It is filled with red and black liquid that does not mix, no matter how hard you may try to shake the pendant. In the glass dragon and especially in the liquid lies the very powerful curse. If the dragon pendent leaves my neck- I die because my life and this curse are bound together until the end of my life and hopefully when I die- it will die with me. If however another were to take this necklace off of me and wear it themselves and the glass dragon breaks and the liquid gets out. One of two things will happen. If I am close enough, the liquid will return to me and revive me. Or- more likely- the cursed demon will transfer to a new host like a parasite. And they will have to deal with it. But that means that you will not get paid and the responsibility of unleashing it upon the world again will be yours and theirs and the world will never forgive such a sin.” She explained as she reached to her chest and pulled the pendant out as it was- indeed on a leather tie. Perhaps a dragon leather by the looks of it. But on the tie laid the most exquisite glass dragon pendant they had ever seen. The red liquid, which looked like blood to them, floated over a black liquid in it. 

“However if it revives her, you will not recognize her. Instead of the distinguished woman you see, a young, very beautiful- but very lethal warrior goddess will rise in her place. If that happens and you are still in control of your own minds- you must bound her, gag her and get to the sea as quickly as possible and use whatever means necessary to subdue her and fasten her to the largest stone a boat will allow and cast her into the sea. If you do not do so quickly- the warrior goddess will put you under her spell and you will become mindless minions and she will not be stopped for at least another century, but by then, the world would have burned several times over and no amount of money can save anyone.” Lord Whitecliff warned. 

“But if you can manage to cast her into the sea and return, I will give you everything in my treasury.” Lord Whitecliff added. Lord Whitecliff was rumored to have almost limitless fortunes. And the job then went from paying 25 thousand dracons to fifty if they threw her overboard themselves and honestly they were doing the world a favor. Worth it- in any case. Even if all of this was nonsense, it would still be worth it. 

“But there are benefits of this curse, every curse has it’s blessings and this curse’s blessing is extraordinary and why so many have fallen trying to find it and keep it in the first place. Those who protect the wearer of the glass dragon are themselves protected and cared for. On our journey I will provide the food, clothing and shelter for our party along with all of our funds for the journey in addition to your wages. Those provisions are unparalleled and have no equal. You will not know pain, sickness, death or defeat while I am in your care. If you swear your allegiance to me- I can heal all your wounds and hurt, make you as perfect as possible in order to carry out your task. But once you have delivered me to the sea and your duties to me have been fulfilled. I will return you to the way you are right now. If you stop me from trying to sink myself to the bottom of the sea, or if you try to lock me up or simply try to keep me alive in order to preserve your own gifts from the curse, I will take them back by force and with it- your very lives.” She warned solemnly as Budwar felt like an immense weight just settled on his shoulders as he looked over to his other men but he could see the promise of fortune already erasing their sense. 

“Now, with all that in mind. I will give you one last chance to walk away from this table and the deal that we have laid out before you. The next time you fall asleep, all memory of this meeting will leave you and all the coins given to you will likewise disappear and you will have no memory of me, or Lord Whitecliff and you will carry on with your lives as you did before. That is the price of this information, but your reward will be your own lives and your own free will to choose for yourselves what you will do with what life you have left, however long that may be.” She stated solemnly. 

Budwar could hear the honesty and sincerity in her tone. Normally upon hearing such a thing, he would think senility would be an issue. But he got the sense that the dangers she was warning them about were very real and very dangerous. 

“Lady Sabine, I, Ish Serpentine am- at your service.” Ish swore before he came and kneeled next to her as Udwar just watched as Lord Whitecliff seemed to accept that there was no going back as he closed his eyes and a tear from each eye escaped his eyes to travel down his cheeks. He obviously loved his grandmother but this choice was hers and he obviously loved her enough to carry it out. 

“Very well, Ish Serpentine. You will serve me until my death and as long as you keep me, I will keep you.” She said as she reached out and opened her hand and spread it to place her hand over his heart before he hissed in pain as the mark of a dragon seemed to burn into his skin under her hand but at the same time that it was searing into his body, his old childhood injuries were healed as his body was brought to absolute perfection and his eyesight gained not just super focused and crystal clear vision in the normal range, but ultraviolet and infrared along with aura too as his nose could then smell all kinds of things before he got up and marveled at himself before Lady Sabine seemed to pull a sack of money out of her robes and offered it to him as his first wage and it was so big and so heavy and Ish had never seen so much money before in his life. 

Then she pulled out clothes, weapons, armor, a large bowl like dish along with eating utensils and a cup and a satchel to carry everything as he in his eagerness went to the next room to put it on. He came back into the room as a new man, dressed in dragon silk and dragon wool and dragon scale armor with dragon toothed swords and knives and a bow and arrows that had little dragon toothed broadheads dipped in dragon venom and showed his group what had changed.

Budwar watched as Lady Sabine simply grinned proudly and one by one she repeated the process with the rest of them until it was Budwar’s turn. All of his companions stared at him expectantly, all of them urging him to join them as they marveled at their clothes and weapons and were already eager to give at least a few whores some of this coin once they left the castle. 

Lady Sabine sat at the table and tilted her head and even though she was blind it was as if she was considering him thoughtfully. 

“It is wise to be hesitant. I wish I had been hesitant instead of desperate when this blessed curse had been placed before me. But so far your instincts have steered you right. You should listen to them now. I will not force you to do this, this must be your choice, free and clear and the reward must be worth the risk to you and you alone. Especially when your life could be on the line. And if this is not the quest for you- I understand. You are free to leave and your companions will do their best to fulfill their duties to me without you. But replacing you as their leader will be the greater task for them. Because they know that few would look after them the way you do. This is your found family. You must do what you know and feel is right.” She wisely advised as Budwar looked at her contemplatively. 

“My only plea is this- Please. Help me end this once and for all. I have spent my entire life taking care of those I loved, using this blessed curse and whatever else I could use as my means. And while it has brought me success, it has cost me everything but my own life so far. I am tired of hurting myself and my loved ones and all I ask is for help to stop the hurt. There is hope for the world to heal from the hurt I have already caused it. But that hope will be lost if this curse falls onto a new host and the cycle begins anew.” She pleaded as a few tears escaped her milky white eyes and Budwar’s heart strings were pulled so he got up and walked around the table and knelt next to her. 

“Lady Sabine, I Budwar Ramson, am at your service.” He offered before she smiled gratefully. 

“Thank you, Budwar Ramson, you will serve me as my captain until my death, and as long as you keep me, I will keep you.” She repeated as she placed her hand over his heart and he hissed in pain as a mark of a dragon burned into the skin before he felt the blessing take hold. He felt better than he ever had in his life and it was like his own intelligence got turned up 11 as he blinked his eyes at her, it was like a mighty- mostly transparent dragon was surrounding her and it both thrilled him and terrified him. As he craned his head up to see it’s head against even the vaulted ceiling as it had Lady Sabine right next to it’s bosom and it’s large front legs wrapped around her snugly and securely. It’s blood red and black scales shimmered like black diamonds and rubies. But it’s glowing, piercing eyes looked back at him and practically through him before it lowered his massive head to look at him more closely before it relifted it’s head and began to simply settle in again. 

“These are your clothes, your armor, your dish and your cup, your first day’s wage and other items. How the bowl works- is you tell the bowl what you want to eat and it will provide it for you- and you tell the cup what you wish to drink and it will supply it to you as much as you want and of course the utensils will help you eat it. In the satchels you will find a tent cloth and a simple set of sticks, set up the tent and everything you could ever want in a tent will be inside and it will be as large as a mansion on the inside if you wish it to be. Your cloak will keep you comfortable, no matter the weather. The boots will keep your feet comfortable, no matter how far you walk or run and the clothes won’t tear as long as you are in my service.” She revealed proudly. 

“However there is a catch- rules- for your behavior while you wear the mark of the dragon on your skin. You will conduct yourselves in the most upright and honest way possible. You will have honor, morals and respect. If you rape another, you die. If you engage in any kind of pedophilia, you die. If you cheat at any kind of game or scheme or whatever- you die. If you mistreat women or children in any way- you die. You will be in control of yourselves at all times and you must keep your wits about you. You will not sell me out or betray me or each other or you will die. If you bully others- you die. You will only engage in sex with anyone who freely and happily wants to engage in sex with you. And while we’re on the subject of sex. You are now immune to any sexually transmitted disease. And all those who have sex with you, if they have a sexually transmitted disease, will be cured. But that also means that your seed will not take root as long as you wear the mark and are in my service.” Lady Sabine firmly insisted.  

“But, there is of course- a clause.” She then grinned giddily. 

“You can earn all that you possess now- for every child molester, rapist and general abuser, dirtbag scoundrel you kill while wearing the mark. You can choose which item you wish to keep, may I suggest your bowl and cup, since weapons are useless when you’re in a wasteland with no one and nothing around. However some of the bigger more illustrious items like the weapons and the tent may be worth several to dozens of kills, but you kill an innocent or bring harm to an innocent- and it will be demanded back.” She revealed. 

“Oh I’m paying my father a visit right after we leave here then.” Ish insisted which got her to laugh as the large astral dragon around her did the same. 

“Do as you will, meet me back here in three days time, get your affairs in order and make ready for our journey.” She ordered. 

“Yes my Lady.” They all answered before they left, Bdwar looking at her curiously over his shoulder. Marveling at the intriguing old woman who had a dragon spirit all around her and it was through that dragon spirit that he got to see her and it is through the dragon spirit that she got to see him and when she nodded her thanks, the dragon too nodded in unison with her. It would be quite the quest. But surely- one that was worth it. 

“So do you think they’ll be successful?” Lord Whitecliff asked they had left as he reached up to pet the dragon, having grown up beside it all his life. But he still clung to the old memory of who and what she was before the fateful day that the blessed curse came to them. 

“I hope so. I have high hopes for Budwar at least.” She answered as she picked up her wine glass and took another sip, the bitter dryness paling in comparison of her own bitter regrets so that the wine was considered quite sweet by comparison. 

“I wish it didn’t have to be this way.” Lord Whitecliff offered. 

“Me too. But we can not go back and change the past. The important thing is that you and your family will be safe from me. And I’m sure your Lordship will turn into a kingship eventually.” She tried to encourage. 

“I know our bond has always been strong and has always been what has kept you and your family safe before. But the older I get, the harder it is to fight this. And I am tired and weary from it. It is time to let me go Billy.” She all but cooed before she took her cane and carefully got up only to go into yet another room, as large the great hall and bare except for a single soft bed in the middle before she laid down, as the astral dragon laid down all around as the two eventually fell into a fitful sleep together before they could hopefully pass together sooner than later. 

#Monster March 2023 #Monster March #Monster March 2023 Day 8

[serotonincemetery]

Lucifer x Reader

TW//Self image issues, mentions of depression, mentions of death, death, angst maybe?

You knew of a man in LA. You didn't have a permanent residence in Dallas. So you had packed up your things. You had recently left your job. The boss made you quit, he gave you extra money since he knew you were going through a small rough patch, with the burials of your family. Now you didn't wanna seem like the cliche protagonist, with the dead family, but they had recently passed in a car accident with a truck. After that, you were lonely. Your brother had bean your only friend, now that was sad, but it was true. And now you were lonely. You had heard of a man in Los Angeles who can grant wishes, but the cost, no one has ever said. But this would be your only chance to at least have friends, or at least one friend.

You had driven from Dallas, Texas to a motel in New Mexico, to another motel before making it to Arizona, you drove all night and stopped at a motel in San Diego and stayed there for two days before driving up the coast and you had finally made it to Los Angeles. Finally, after all the fast food, you found a place where you could rent a basement.

The rent was semi-cheap, $650 a month, not bad. You had moved in the same day you found it, the owner was a bit skeptical, but you assure them you weren't trying to go into hiding or hiding from the cops, you actually told them the truth, well not the whole truth, you told them you were looking for a man here in Los Angeles. They didn't seem shocked and said they needed a beer and left.

You made sure to get a good night's sleep that night. When you woke up in the morning you had taken a shower and dressed up decently, well you thought you did at least, you had dressed up in a pair of jeans, which had to go against you and show of your curves and rolls that you didn't like to see in the mirror. You had a black oversized shirt that had the hem tucked into the jeans and to top it off you had a tan cardigan to go with it.

You slipped on your shoes and left the house and got in your car, you had started driving around and asking people, at some point you stopped and asked a woman. "Hey, excuse me?" You said as you pulled up your car beside her. "I'm looking for someone, um, he's known for making deals or something along those lines." You explained.

The woman sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. "By any chance is his name Lucifer?" She asked.

"Um, I think so, I'm not sure." You said unsurely as you tried to think.

"I was heading back to the police station, my name is Chloe Decker. I'm not really sure why you want to talk to Lucifer of all people, but you can follow me back to the station where he should be." Chloe said as she had leaned on the open window of your car.

"Okay, m-my name is [Y/N], w-would you like me to give you a ride to your car?" You asked nervously. Chloe looked like she was thinking, you were quiet and extremely nervous. "N-No pressure, its up to you, figuratively and literally.." You trailed off, she glanced at you. "I'll be quiet now."

"No it's okay, and I think I'll take you up on that offer." She said as she opened the car door and sat down. You waited for her to put on her seatbelt before following her directions. You eventually got to her car and let her out and then afterwards she thanked you and got in her car and you followed.

You both drove to the station and got out, you followed her in quietly. Once you and Chloe got in she motioned for you to sit in a chair at a desk with files and papers on it. Chloe was talking with other officers and then pulled out her phone. You couldn't hear what she was saying but within a few minutes after ending the call a tall man walked into the station.

He walked over to Chloe and they started talking and when you glanced over Chloe motioned towards you. Lucifer looked at you and then scoffed and walked over to you.

"Well I'm told you are looking for me, what does an innocent woman like you need?" He asked simply as he leaned on his hand which was now on the desk. You also were astonished at his accent, it was kind of attractive but by the looks of this and what you wanted, but the moment that one thought that went through your head, it left as soon as it had arrived.

"I was hoping to make a deal of sorts." You mumbled as you played with the hem of your cardigan.

"Ah, there it is, so pray-tell, what does the little woman desire most?" He asked while making uncomfortable eye contact with you.

"I would like a friend, also what's that look for?" You asked.

"You're kidding. You could have anything, and you would like a friend, it's honestly quite pathetic." He mumbled the last part very quietly while also ignoring your question about his stare.

"I know it's pathetic, don't remind me, but I don't like being alone and I've lost a few people that meant so much, I could really use a friend right now." You mumbled, now feeling ashamed for such a minuscule thing that you're selling your soul for.

"Okay, well, what type of friend are you looking for?" He asked.

"Doesn't really matter, it could really be anyone as long as they care about me." You said a bit louder than a mumble.

"Are you sure? No glory? No fame?" He asked, you immediately nodded. "Wow, this has got to be the most simple wish ever." He scoffed with a smirk.

"I'm sure." You said as Lucifer sighed.

"Follow me, [Y/N], we need somewhere more private." He said as he held out a hand for you to take, you took it as you realized you never told him your name, but then again Chloe could've told him. He pulled you up gently and then let go and walked out of the station, you forgot you were even there while talking to him, you followed him and you both walked to a more secluded area, which was a few blocks down and around the corner into an alleyway, you followed him as he walked through the alleyway, you felt as if you were gonna die here, but it also gave you a sense of relief. He stopped at the end of the alleyway which had led to a small gravel path. 

"What are we doing here?" You asked.

"Finishing the deal, but I do warn you, I normally don't take souls, I always want favors and call them in when I need them, but at this point, I have already assessed your soul on the way here and made the decision that I want it." He explained as you looked puzzled. "Are you sure you only want a friend though?" He inquired with the same look as before that creeped you out.

"Again with that weird look, what are you doing?" You asked.

"Funny, my charm isn't working." He said. 

"Charm? What charm? The only charm you've had so far is the charm to creep me out." You explained with a quiet and unsure tone.

"Interesting." He said, rolling the ing on his tongue, with a scarily interested look.

"Anyways, I want to make this deal." You said nervously as you fiddled with the hem of your cardigan again.

Lucifer snapped his fingers and a small light lit up, you gasped, it hurt for a few moments before it was numbed. You looked at him and he smiled. "Okay, well, it's done, at the end of your time, your soul goes to hell with me, where you could be forever tortured. But you knew about this didn't you?" He said, you knew he purposely didn't mention that.

You shook your head no, but then said, "Well, at least I'll have a friend until then." You gave a partial anxious smile.

"You are one of the most interesting humans I have ever met except the detective." He said 

"Thank you?" You said questioningly. "Also who will become my friend?" You asked.

"You said anybody didn't you?" He asked. "Does it really matter, you got a friend now." He said curtly.

"Is it you?" You asked curiously.

"Do you have a problem with it, [Y/N]?" He asked with a slight darker tone.

"No, I don't but it will be interesting with you as a friend." You genuinely smiled.

~~~

You had made that deal over a year ago, you and Lucifer were actual friends and you both enjoyed each other's company. He had helped you through a bunch of things, you loved him, but he didn't know that, maybe he did, but you also knew about his powers, but they didn't work on you. 

But he had helped you through a breakup and a few dates, they had all ended badly. The breakup consisted of the guy calling you a fat cow, that really brought down your self-esteem and you had more image issues than before. Lucifer had comforted you and ended up getting Maize to beat him to a pulp. And with the other dates, they were mainly to forget about your childish crush on Lucifer. You had a few dates with women, who were all over you, not in a bad way, they wanted to give you everything, that was same with a few men. But in the end they were either too controlling or cared too much which was sweet, but you couldn't handle them asking where you were 24/7.

But all good things always have to come to an end, you and Lucifer had been walking to the station and were about 20 metres away with your arm hooked with Lucifer's laughing at something stupidly innocent he did.

Your immediate reaction to the screeching behind you and Lucifer was to get him away, completely forgetting about the whole devil thing. But he had a hold on you but was a bit too late to move your body out of the way. The car made impact with the both of you and both of you were shot a few feet away. Within those few seconds, Lucifer had let go of your arm and you were about five feet away from him, lying on the ground struggling to breathe. 

You had heard frantic shuffling behind you and then an arm going around your back, Lucifer pulled you into his lap. "No." He said breathlessly. "No!" He shouted. "Not yet, no, you can't die yet [Y/N] I won't let you die." He said frantically. Everything else had drowned out for him, the other people swarming the both of you, the shouts, quickly police officers had rushed out and looked around and saw the gathering of people. They rushed over and pushed through and saw Lucifer cradling your dying body. 

Chloe had pushed her way through the other officers and saw what they had seen only moments ago. She had considered you a decent enough person to be around, she even was considering you a friend and trusted you with picking up and dropping off Trixie when she couldn't, and Trixie had also taken a liking to you and somehow knew when you were upset and somehow she had always gotten you to spill, which it was mainly your shape. She had always seemed to also know how to cheer you up. 

But now, it hit Chloe that you wouldn't be there to distract and take care of Trixie when she couldn't. How you wouldn't be bringing coffee in the morning for everyone. And besides Chloe, everyone, as in the police force, had come to the realization that they are losing a family member, you had wiggled your way into each and everyone's hearts somehow, and if you didn't they still cared about you.

You let out a small quiet groan as you went to touch your side when an extreme shock of pain travelled through your arm. You looked around seeing people around you and you felt someones hands around your shoulders. You already knew whose hands those were, you could pick them out blindfolded. You looked at Lucifer went to say something but a cough and a wheeze reached your throat. He looked extremely upset. "No, you're not leaving just yet, you can't be. I was just starting to get used to you, you weird little human." He said desperately. 

"I-I'll be seeing you soon." You tried to chuckle but it came out as a strained cough. "Just k-know I love you, you english giraffe." You said with a struggled to finish your sentence, "S-See you in a few, I-I'll be with Maze." You said, your voice trailing off and soon your life filled eyes became dormant. 

Lucifer had been getting angry quickly but not before gently putting you down. Chloe grabbed his arm and pulled him away and left him a few feet away, Chloe walked back over to your lifeless body and closed your eyes and walked back to where she left Lucifer and he was gone.

~~~ 

You had been sitting with Maze when Lucifer had come through the door and immediately came over and pulled you up and before he could, you quickly wrapped your arms around him. "Thank you for being my friend for the past year and a half." You said with a smile.

"Like I said, you're not going anywhere yet." He told you. "Maize, the announcement, make it now and execute everyone who won't cooperate." Lucifer told Maze.

"You're lucky your the devil." Maze said with a scoff as she walked away.

"What announcement?" You ask.

"Well now your my number one, and you can come back to L.A. with me, and besides being immortal with me, you have the command of every demon." He said as he put his hands on your shoulders and kissed your forehead. 

Maze came back within a few minutes and crossed her arms at the both of you. "I made the announcement, killed a few.. hundred." She said.

"Wait so is it true?" You asked. "Do you guys have t-to follow my orders?" You added curiously.

Maze looked at Lucifer and at you with a I despise you look. "Yes." She grumbled.

"C-Can you get me a doughnut?" You asked nervously.

"Really, Lucifer? This is who you chose?" Maze scoffed. Lucifer chuckled and Maze grumbled and walked out and returned within a few minutes with [Favourite Doughnut].

"Thank you, Maze." You said with a smile as she handed you the doughnut.

"You'll get used to it Maze." Lucifer said with a smile.

~~~

You had been with Lucifer for years afterwards. You two had gotten together at one point and you also had decided to help Lucifer and Chloe to solve the murders and other investigations. You were happy with Lucifer, and everly thankful that you had made a choice back then to make the deal. Because now with the command of the demons, who had become cold over millions of years of torture. They answered to you, which was weird at first but over the few years you got used to it and even convinced a few to leave Hell and you got them keeping an eye on Chloe and Trixie to keep them safe, of course they knew that the demons wouldn't hurt them, but they were shocked at first, besides the Deckers that were shocked the Demons were too.

But that didn't last long, the demons quickly became acquainted with Trixie and she quickly softened them up. Everything was great, but a new problem had arisen, and that was Lucifer's mother. She immediately knew you were who Lucifer had chosen. She wasn't happy. But as that problem had arisen, it was solved within months, with the blade and cutting through time and sending her through. Everything was semi-normal again, and it was hard to believe but within all the years you had known Lucifer, you had never had any arguments, the only ones you had were years ago and those were about your image issues.

To add onto all your old problems, you weren't as self-conscious anymore, Lucifer had always helped you through it, and all that darkness you had welled up within yourself, was gone. And your attitude, sheesh, it had become more tough, but you still cared and had morals, but you were no longer shy, and Lucifer had liked the new you, but as well as the old you too. Everything wasn't always perfect, there was a few rough patches but you and Lucifer never split, and you never stopped loving him and he never stopped loving you.

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