#Grim: you were thinking of cooking me weren't you?!

[jessybarnes]

Bunker Nights

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Rating: 18+ Only! Minors DNI!

Tags: Angst, mentions of past physical and emotional abuse, nightmares, panic attacks, eventual fluffy smut, and protective!Dean

Betas: @winecatsandpizza

Word Count: 4,667

Fic Aesthetic: Yours Truly

A/N: This is a repost from my old Tumblr account. I am in the process of transferring all of my fics over to this one. I hope you enjoy :)

One year.

It had been exactly one year since you ended it with Tyler and you still suffered from the aftershocks of the abuse. Even though your body and mind weren't subject to his fists or harsh words, you still felt worthless. Every day the memories of the torture you went through filled your mind.

The moment you met Sam and Dean in the shitty hole-in-the-wall bar, your personalities clicked. You needed a distraction and somewhere to live, and they needed help in their line of work. So when they offered to let you stay and help them hunt you agreed without hesitation. 

Finally, things seemed to be looking up for you, or so you thought. Two weeks after moving into the Bunker, the nightmares started.

These weren't just any run-of-the-mill bad dreams either. No, in these dreams, Tyler was torturing and trying to kill you. The vividness left you screaming and crying in your sleep almost nightly. The nightmares plagued your mind every time you went to sleep.

Neither of the brothers said anything to you about it, so you tried to pretend everything was fine. It was one of the hardest things you've had to do if you were being honest with yourself. The physical training alone sometimes brought on a panic attack. Even though you knew Sam and Dean weren't trying to harm you, your mind was starting to become your biggest enemy. 

You could tell they wanted to ask you about it, but they also knew that you weren’t one to talk about your past. The only thing you told them was that you and Tyler had a rough breakup. The thought made you laugh. Calling it a rough breakup was putting it very mildly. 

The day before your first hunt went surprisingly well. You went the entire day without any panic attacks or a questioning glance from either of the Winchesters. Even though you couldn’t remember the last time you slept, it didn’t stop you from humming in the kitchen while you cooked everyone dinner. Not to mention, the copious amounts of makeup you used to make yourself look less like a zombie. You made a mental note to get some more of the coverup you hid your dark circles with. 

Sam rounded the corner as you filled everyone’s plates, one of his eyebrows rising quizzically. 

“You’re extra happy tonight, Y/N.” 

You shrugged and continued to hum as Dean joined you both at the table. 

“Yeah, what’s gotten into you? You win the lotto or somethin’?”

You gave them both your signature eyeroll and took a pull of your beer. 

“What? I can’t be in a good mood now?”

Sam cleared his throat and looked over at his brother before staring back at you, concern evident in his eyes. 

“Of course you can, Y/N. Dean and I …  well, we’ve noticed that you’ve been having nightmares.”

Your eyes narrowed to thin slits. If this was their attempt to keep you from going on tomorrow’s hunt, then they had better think again. 

“I’m. Fine."

You enunciated your words, making sure to look at both of them sternly. Sam scoffed and set his drink down.

“I don’t call it fine when you wake up almost every night screaming, Y/N”

All you wanted was one day, one day where you could just forget about the grim night that awaited you.

“They’re just dreams, and I’m going tomorrow no matter what. I’ve been training for this day for months, and a stupid nightmare isn’t going to bench me.”

The hostility in your voice caught them off guard, and you suddenly weren’t hungry anymore. You pushed the contents of your plate around with your fork, the awkward silence becoming more deafening by the second. Dean was the first to break it, his soothing tone of voice practically making you sick to your stomach. You knew they wanted you to stay home, and it pissed you off even more that your brain somewhat agreed with them. 

“Look, Y/N, we just wa-”

You slammed your fists on the table cutting him off mid-sentence. 

“ENOUGH! I’m not here to be your charity case! I came here to hunt, not for you to feel sorry for me!”

Before either of them could say anything you had stormed down the hallway to your room. Slamming the door for good measure, you finally let yourself unleash the angry tears you’d held back. You knew they were only trying to help, but being pitied didn’t sit with you well. You’d grown accustomed to it after being with Tyler for so many years, and it made you feel like everyone was hypersensitive to your feelings. 

Once the tears stopped, you were left exhausted and feeling numb. Falling asleep right after an outburst would definitely bring on a nightmare, so you opted for a long hot shower instead. The moment the water cascaded over your skin you felt the stiffness in your muscles leave your body. You spent extra time massaging your scalp and even used your lavender soothing body wash to help calm your nerves. 

Finally, in your pajamas, you slid beneath your covers and sighed deeply. Couldn’t you just have one day where you didn’t have someone worrying about you? Deciding not to dwell on it any longer, you turned the bedside light off and let yourself fall asleep. 

Fear, raw fear coursed through your body as you ran. You’d just told Tyler you wanted to see other people and he’d tried to force himself on you so you’d stay. He pinned you against the wall, his breath reeked of stale beer as he kissed down your neck. The feeling of his lips made you shiver with disgust. When he reached for the hem of your shirt, you raised your knee hard and fast hitting him right where it counted. 

Tyler yelled in pain as you broke free, running as fast as you could to the door. 

“Ow, FUCK! God Dammit, Y/N! Come back here you fucking bitch!”

Cold air hit your face as you ran barefoot into the woods behind your home. Branches hit your exposed skin leaving little cuts in their wake. You could hear Tyler shouting after you as you found refuge behind a big tree trunk. Your chest heaved and you shivered as you tried to stay still and quiet. 

Tyler’s footfalls and yelling became louder by the second, and you were sure he could hear the thundering of your heart. Just as you thought you were in the clear, strong arms boxed you in, the bark of the tree cut into your back as Tyler stared menacingly down at you. 

“There you are… you pathetic little slut. You shouldn’t have done this, Y/N. You should have just come home like the good little bitch you are and kept that pretty, little mouth shut.”

His fingers grazed your cheek briefly before his mouth was on your own, the taste of his tongue made you almost vomit. 

“Now, we could have done it back at the house, but seeing as how you made a scene, I think I’ll just take you right here.”

You tried to push, shove, kick, anything to get him off you, but it was of no use. He began to forcefully rid you of your clothes, and all you could do was scream. Scream for anyone to help you.

“Stop! Please, Tyler!”

Sobs racked your body as he pawed roughly at your skin. You could feel him now, shaking you, calling your name.

“No! Just leave me alone!”

You bolted upright in your bed, a cool sheen of sweat covered your skin and the sheets. Dean knelt in front of you, concern etched in his features. 

“Y/N! It’s okay! It’s me… it’s Dean.”

You blinked a few times before covering your face with your hands, tears of relief streaming down your cheeks. 

“D-Dean… I’m… I’m s-sorry for waking you up. I… It was just another d-dream.”

You tried to sound confident between your sobs, but you knew he wouldn’t buy it. Hell, even you knew how pathetic you sounded. Ever so slowly Dean sat on the foot of your bed, his hand coming to rest gently on your knee. You couldn’t see his face, but you knew he was looking at you with worry in his eyes. 

“C’mon now, Y/N. Don’t bullshit me. You and I both know that this is past the point of being 'just dreams'. I want to help you, but you’re going to have to work with me here.”

Using the back of your hands to wipe the loose tears away, you finally got the courage to look at him. His eyes were soft, kind even. The lopsided smile he gave you was the moment you finally let your walls down. Dean was here to help you, not judge you. 

“O-Okay… so umm… what do we do now? How do I stop dreaming of these… these horrible things?”

Dean started to move his thumb across your kneecap. In any other situation you’d be in a fit of laughter, but at a time like this, it was soothing. 

“Do you trust me?”

Those four words made you swallow thickly. Trust wasn’t something you took lightly, and Dean knew that. Sam understood this too, but Dean was different. He could count on one hand the people he had full trust in.

“Yes, of course, I trust you, Dean. Believe me, I want these nightmares to stop just as much as you do if not more.”

He stood and held his hand out to you. Your eyebrows knit in confusion, but you took it anyway and let him lead you to his room. The Bunker was eerily quiet at night, but you knew you were safe. You stood at the threshold, watching him as he padded across the floor to his bed. Your cheeks flushed as he rid himself of his t-shirt, leaving him only in his low-hanging grey sweats. You never let yourself think about Sam or Dean this way before, but you weren’t a prude. Every woman who came in contact with them knew how attractive they were. 

Dean cleared his throat bringing you back to reality.

“You comin’ sweetheart? I don’t bite...much.”

He winked, and you knew he was trying to lighten the mood, but who were you kidding? You couldn’t share a bed with Dean. That would make things weird, and that’s the last thing you wanted to do. Nightmares or not, you weren’t going to jeopardize your friendship. 

“Dean...I-I don’t think I can do this… I’m pretty worn out from crying so let’s just say we forget about this night and I’ll go back to my own bed… I’m sorry for being a burden. I’ll just.. I’m gonna go…”

You turned to leave, but not before Dean caught your arm. 

“Whoa whoa slow down, Y/N. What’s wrong? Is it because I took my shirt off? ‘Cause I can put it back on. I’m just used to sleeping without it on is all.”

You sighed and shook your head. 

“No, it-It’s not that. I just… I don’t want this to ruin our friendship ya know? I don’t want things to get weird or anything.”

Dean shook his head and chuckled. 

“So, don’t let it get weird.”

His look went back to firm before he continued. 

“Y/N, be honest with me. How long has it been since you slept, and I mean really slept?”

Your eyes went to your feet, your toe rubbing across a rough spot on the old floor. 

“I umm… I haven’t slept in four days…”

A flash of concern laced his features as he pulled you back into his room. 

“C’mon, sweetheart.”

He pulled back his covers and got under them before patting the other side of the mattress invitingly. 

“Come here, Y/N. You need sleep just as much as I do. I promise I won’t try anything with you. I mean, I’m a cuddler so, I might do that, but nothing else, I swear.”

You lowered your head in defeat and crossed the room before climbing into bed next to him. He carefully wrapped his arm around your waist, feeling you tense a little, before relaxing. Neither of you talked, but there really wasn’t any need to. You already felt more at ease in Dean’s arms. The smell of his shampoo and pheromones calmed you. Mere minutes later, his breathing evened out, and his light snoring filled your ears. Moments later, you were asleep. 

It became a routine that none of you spoke about. Every night, you would get ready for bed in your room and slip into Dean’s, silently climbing into bed beside him. True to his word, he was a cuddler but instead of the apprehension you’d expected at his touch, you only felt warmth and safety.

He was never inappropriate either. His hands stayed firmly in the safe zones, holding you around your middle if you decided that spooning was the position for you; his lower half was always carefully angled away when you woke up. If you slept curled into his side, he kept his hand on your shoulder or waist, never anywhere else.

The nightmares weren’t dispelled so easily. But being with Dean, they were normally stopped before they were over - he was a naturally light sleeper and the slightest twitch in your slumber had him waking you with gentle reassuring murmurs.

It was three weeks before your first night with no memories assaulting you. You woke with your face against Dean’s bare chest - you’d fallen asleep there the night before. His skin was warm under your cheek and you sighed, closing your eyes and allowing the haze of sleep to keep you still for a little longer.

“You slept well,” he muttered without opening his eyes and you smiled.

“No nightmares,” you whispered.

“Good.” Dean yawned, stretching his arms up. “I think I slept pretty well too.”

The covers slipped down with his movement and you couldn’t help it; your eyes went south to the straining erection that was fighting against the elastic of his pajama pants.

His hand wasn’t fast enough to snatch the covers back up and when you raised your head to look at him, his face was beet red.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, “s’morning and everything… y’know.”

“It’s okay,” you assured him, patting his chest.

“It’s not,” Dean grunted, clutching the covers over his lap, “you didn’t want this to get weird.”

“You having a…” you swallowed, unsure how to phrase it, “an erection, isn’t weird. It’s perfectly natural.” With a shrug, you slid your eyes away from his, feeling your cheeks heat up. “I’d say it’s a compliment.”

He blinked, processing what you’d said before his mouth set in a thin smile. “Can’t help what happens when I sleep next to a beautiful woman.”

You were sure your face was about to burst into flames and you giggled. “Now you’re making it weird.”

Dean smirked - not one of those sarcastic expressions, more playful, devilish. The way you expected he’d look at a woman he wanted to -

“Besides,” you added hurriedly, shifting a little way away from him, “I’m not your type.”

“Who says?” he challenged and you pulled back, frowning.

Dean moved, pushing himself up with his arm. “You say you don’t wanna ruin our friendship but I can’t keep spending the night with you warm next to me and pretending I’m not craving you in every way possible.”

His declaration left you speechless - what were you supposed to even say to that?

Thank you?

Dean chuckled, leaning in a little closer. “Can I kiss you?” he whispered and you were struck by the thought that no man should ever look that pretty when asking that question. With scruffy bed hair and sleep lines on his face, Dean managed to look like he’d fallen out of a GQ photoshoot.

Your reply, when you finally forced it out, was barely a squeak.

His lips were soft when they pressed against yours but you couldn’t relax. Your entire body was stiff with trepidation; you felt hot and cold all at once and it took only seconds for Dean to notice your tense posture.

Breaking away, he cupped your cheek, dragging his thumb down to rest on your chin, making your eyes meet his.

“Talk to me,” he urged softly.

The temptation to shut off, to not tell him anything, warred with the need to spill your illogical shame for what had happened. You knew Dean would never blame you but seeing the pity in his eyes would be unbearable.

But he deserved to know what he’d been protecting you from. At least, in part.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve,” you took a shuddering breath, dropping your chin away from his hand, “since I’ve been with anyone. And the last time wasn’t…” Your eyes closed and you tried to forget the rough touch on your skin.

Dean’s hand moved, resting on your hip and the warmth of his touch seeped into you, forcing you to look at him again, letting his gentle touch replace the horror from before.

“You know I wouldn’t hurt you,” he coaxed, smiling softly. “I could never hurt you.”

What you feared most was nowhere to be found in his face. His sincere green gaze focused on you, filled with nothing but lust and affection.

You moved closer, startling him with a chaste kiss, your little moan swept away by his hum of appreciation and when he tugged you closer, you moved with him easily, losing yourself in the warmth of his skin.

Dean didn’t push, letting you set the pace and you were content with kissing, feeling his hands roam your body. You licked into his mouth, breaking only for air; you weren’t paying much attention to the way you pinned him back onto the bed, straddling his lap so you could kiss him and run your hands over his solid chest and stomach.

He laughed, arching when your fingers caught a ticklish spot, which only prompted you to do it again.

“Quit it,” he chuckled, grabbing at your hands but keeping his touch light.

Dragging your right hand to his lips, you sucked in a breath as he kissed each fingertip, his eyes locked on yours the entire time.

He continued down over the palm of your hand, tracing the throb of your heartbeat to your wrist. By the time his soft lips reached the inside of your elbow, you were practically mush - before he could continue, you used your free hand to cup his face.

“Later,” you promised.

Dean’s eyes sparkled as you rolled your hips, reminding him of the erection straining at his pants. “Fuck,” he groaned, letting his head fall back, “don’t do that.”

“Why?”

The tone of your voice had him narrowing his eyes at you. “Because if you do, I might not be able to help myself.”

“What if I don’t want you to?”

Dean pushed himself up onto one hand, abruptly enough that you squeaked and giggled, smiling when he used the other hand to cup the back of your neck and draw you in for a deep kiss.

“Do you want me as much as I want you, princess?”

You nodded, feeling the heat in your cheeks rise, his nose squished against yours.

“You know you can tell me to stop at any time, right?”

“I know,” you whispered, initiating another kiss, dragging your tongue over his.

Shifting his weight so his back was straight, Dean’s hands landed on your hips, grinding you down harder against his cock. His fingers trailed up underneath the thin tank top you’d worn to bed; he groaned when his thumbs brushed the underside of your bare breasts.

You lifted your arms, letting him pull the top up over your head, giving him full access to your breasts and Dean leaned in, brushing his nose across the top of one.

“You’ve got no idea how beautiful you are,” he murmured and you smiled, folding your hands around the back of his head as he started to worship your tits with his tongue.

His cock was twitching against your core and Dean grunted, pushing one hand underneath the covers to shove his pants down.

“Sorry, it’s getting a little uncomfortable down there,” he joked, resuming his attention to your nipples and you gasped when his teeth grazed one solid peak teasingly.

The sudden desire to feel his skin on yours was a full-body craving; you shifted and pushed at your shorts, managing to drag them down without dislodging him.

The sound Dean made when you were finally perched nude in his lap was only amplified when you pushed him back, using your feet to shove the covers down. His cock was warm and throbbing against your bare slit and you whimpered, grinding against him and he broke away from your breast, groaning loudly.

“Fuck, Y/N -”

“Sssh,” you ordered, sliding down his body until you were straddling his thighs, wrapping one hand around his shaft before you could stop and think about it.

Dean’s chin tilted up and the veins on his neck popped with the strained angle of his neck, a low moan accompanying the bob of his Adam’s apple when you licked the tip of his cock.

He kept his hands at his sides, clenching them in the sheets, giving you all the room you needed. It wasn’t something you had an entirety of experience in but Dean seemed happy enough to let you explore, finding the sensitive spots at the base of his length. When you cupped his balls with your other hand and fondled them gently, Dean emitted a noise of pure lust and warmth swelled in your core in response.

Stroking him slowly, you watched a bead of precum seeping from his slit; the urge to taste it was more than you could ignore. The salty tang was worth the way Dean’s entire body twitched and he looked down at you, tucking his chin into his chest.

“You know there are limits to torture, right?” he muttered, raising an eyebrow and you giggled, continuing to stroke him as he moaned under his breath. “Jeez, Y/N, you’re gonna… fuck…”

“You’ve got a dirty mouth,” you chided, your gaze fixed on the way his cock fit in your hand. Your fingers didn’t quite touch either side, not until you reached the slightly flared head and you suddenly wanted to know what it felt like to have him buried inside you.

The thought was enough to provoke a sudden rush of wetness between your thighs and Dean groaned as you rutted against him, barely acknowledging your own movement. 

A tiny voice in the back of your head stilled your movements, doubt settling in the pit of your belly. Shouldn’t you be frightened of this? After… after him, there hadn’t been anyone and this felt like something that should be shaking you to the core.

But all you could feel was pure adrenaline and desire pumping through your veins; everything was focused on the way Dean felt underneath you, the warm weight of his cock as you stroked him, and the sounds of pleasure he was making.

“Dean,” you whispered, meeting his eyes, “I wanna fuck you.”

He muttered a curse, biting his bottom lip when you released his cock and crawled further up his body. There was no objection - Dean continued to let you set the pace. You lifted yourself, slipping two fingers between your thighs, sinking them into your body.

“Y/N…” Dean muttered, covering your hand with his own, “let me.”

You nodded, letting him take over, whining when he pushed a single digit into you. Just one of his fingers felt bigger than your two, more calloused and filling. He pumped them a few times, smirking when you closed your eyes and tilted your head back, enjoying his slow touch.

All too soon, you grew impatient for more but before Dean could add a second finger, you tugged on his wrist. “Want you,” you pouted, leaning over to kiss away any protest he could make. Lifting your hips, you pinned his hands beside his head, smiling against his lips. “Stay.”

Dean obeyed, groaning when you slipped one hand down to grasp him again, lining his tip up with your soaked entrance. Lowering down onto him, you whined, lifting again when your body struggled to accept the intrusion. With a few more thrusts, you had him halfway inside and his body was shaking with the effort of holding back.

Lifting up once more, you pushed down, taking him to the hilt. The shock of being so full made you yelp and Dean’s hands were on your hips, holding you steady so you could adjust.

“Gah,” you moaned, resting against his chest, “you’re… fuck.”

“Now who has a dirty mouth?” Dean teased and you pulled back, smiling. “Want me to put my hands back?”

You nodded, waiting for him to return his hands to the pillow before sliding your fingers up to lace them with his.

When you started to move, rocking gently on him, Dean closed his eyes, a low rumble in his chest letting you know that it felt good. The way he reacted made you a little bolder and you lifted yourself, letting him withdraw a few inches before taking him to the hilt again. 

“Y/N…”

“What?” you asked, worried you’d done something wrong with the way he moaned your name.

His cheeks were a little red when he answered. “I’m close and you haven’t -”

“Oh,” you blinked, ceasing your movements, unsure what to do, “do you want me to stop?”

“God, no,” Dean chuckled. “I just wanna make sure you cum too.” The way he said it, his low throaty voice almost catching on the words, made you shudder and clench around him. “Sit up straight,” he instructed - you obeyed, a little puzzled until you felt how much deeper it let him be.

You moaned, circling your hips as Dean’s jaw clenched. Your lips parted in a little “o” when he responded with a slight thrust, one hand untangling from yours to hover over your mound, his thumb settling just above where his cock was inside you.

“That okay?” he asked and you nodded, squirming needily. Intense pleasure was on the edge of your senses, teasing you with the promise of climax but you craved more. Dean’s thumb traced your clit and a spark made your hips jerk. “That’s it,” he coaxed, “keep moving for me, baby.”

Your teeth sank into your bottom lip as you started to rock, much like how you had started. The throbbing inside you increased with each glide of his thumb over the sensitive bundle of nerves. Electricity ran through your veins prompting your head to fall back as you whimpered into orgasm.

“Cum for me, Y/N,” Dean murmured his other hand on your hip now, guiding your rocking motion when you fell over the edge.

It was calmer than any orgasm you’d ever experience but possibly one of the best. Dean’s climax followed yours within seconds and he stopped touching you, letting you fall forward onto his chest, panting heavily.

Although you’d barely moved, you were sweating, exhausted and more sated than you’d ever felt. An overwhelming sense of calm swept through you; even though your legs were shaking with the effort of simply existing, you felt peaceful.

Eventually, Dean had to move, helping you clean up before he slipped back into bed with you. Neither of you spoke as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and drew you back against his chest, letting you curl into his side.

“Get some more sleep,” he whispered, kissing the top of your head.

You nodded, closing your eyes without a reply and letting the last ebbing waves of bliss carry you off.

[joels-shitty-puns]

Could I make a request please?

Either a Joel or Pedro x Reader, where he is head over heels for the reader who is really bubbly and sweet and happy and a mom friend for everyone but who is oblivious to any romantic overtures whatsoever? And where Joel or Pedro catch them crying for the first time ever and they try and hide it and go back to cooking for the friend group or whatever and Joel/Pedro get the reader to open up about what made them cry and essentially it's that someone turned them down on a dating app and it's just further confirmation that the reader will never find love or actually be a mom? Plus-sized reader preferred but definitely not required? And your choice on if it's smutty or not.

I've been reading your plus sized reader x Pedro series and loving it!!! So much emotion and genuine positivity that I couldn't help but ask for more when I felt a bit down about this today.

All my best!

Dear @jenniferpendragon,

Hi!!! I've never had a request before, I didn't know what to do with myself. Thank you. And thank you so much for your kind words about my musician fic! I'm so glad people like it.

I'm sorry you were feeling down today. If by "this" you mean you experienced the dating app situation, I'm so sorry. Love is out there for you. I know how hard it is to wait, feeling like nobody wants you, but I know it'll happen. Hang in there. ❤️

I hope you like this fic! I liked your prompt and my mind ran wild. It's way longer than I thought it would be and also I'm unsure about it, but hopefully it makes you feel a little better.

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Cookies 'n Scream

Pairing: No-Outbreak!Joel Miller x Plus-sized!Reader

Word count: 4.3k

Warnings: 18+ ONLY!! MDNI. Poor body image, fat shaming, food guilt, food mentions, unprotected P in V, oral, kissing, fingering, pregnancy mention, baby making sex (?), I think that's all of it but if I missed something let me know.

Other stuff: Reader is AFAB. In case it isn't clear, italics almost always are the reader's inner thoughts!

This is the first smut I've ever written and published, yikes. Hope it's decent.

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"Look what I bought today," you chimed in a sing-song voice while waving the DVD in front of Joel. 

"No way. Zombie Slayer 6?!" Joel and Tommy yelled in unison.

"Yep! You know it!" you beamed. "I say tonight we pop this bad boy in. Tomorrow's Halloween, it's perfect."

"YES!" chimed in Sarah and Ellie, Joel's daughter and adopted daughter, roughly the same ages in their early teens.

"Absolutely not! You two are too young for this gore, you'll be up for weeks." Maria pointedly gave an eyebrow to her husband Tommy. "You guys watch the movie, I'll take the kids and we have a girl's night. We can watch Practical Magic and make cookies. Then tomorrow we'll all go trick-or-treating." The girls were pleased with this compromise and began running up to their bedrooms, chatting frantically about their costumes and which houses were allegedly going to have full-size candy bars this year.

"Really? Zombie movies? They're just kids. They aren't old enough to deal with that kind of thing," Maria said to you, judging your lack of parenting skills.

"Sorry…" you said sheepishly.

Truthfully, Halloween was your favorite holiday and always has been. You loved the spooky aspect of it, but you also loved that you could be anyone you wanted, if only for a night. For once you weren't just "the fat girl" or whatever other mean things people thought about you. You could be Wonder-Woman, or Ariel, the Grim Reaper, or a ghost. You could even eat all the sugary snacks you wanted and nobody questioned it, because Halloween was a time to indulge in candy.

If there's one thing you're sad you didn't get to enjoy on Halloween, it was the thought of being with someone you love. You'd always wanted someone to dress up in a couples costume together. Or go to a pumpkin patch for a cute little date and pick pumpkins together. You'd even dreamed about someday having a little pumpkin of your own. Picking out a little baby costume, taking them out door to door while they tried to say "trick or treat" but didn't quite know how to say such big words yet. The thought of them getting spooked by a scary decoration and running back to their daddy's arms. Your handsome brave husband, holding them close and shushing them, rubbing their little back to make it all okay. Finally the three of you would go home, tuck the little one in, sort through the candy and maybe take some for the parent tax. Then you'd flop down on the bed together before sharing a different kind of treat.

Knocking you out of your daydream, the girls ran down the stairs, backpacks on their backs, still loudly chatting about Halloween. You sighed, Maria taking the kids out towards her house.

Tommy clapped his hands together excitedly and grabbed his phone and keys. "I'm picking us up a pizza. You two better not start this damn movie without me," he warned, gesturing with his fingers from his eyes to yours and then across to his brother's before ducking out the door. You laughed and headed towards the kitchen, starting to make a quick batch of cookies before Tommy returned. Joel stood awkwardly trying to help, but mainly was just sneaking bites of dough. "Knock it off Joel! There won't be any cookies left with you around." You elbowed him while he popped another glob into his mouth with a laugh.

You rolled your eyes while he argued with you. "Whatever. My brother doesn't need these cookies anyway. He doesn't deserve your bakin', darlin'." He ate more dough.

You couldn't help but feel your chest flutter with butterflies at his nickname, but you tried to ignore them. "Oh yeah, and what about me?" You pouted up at him. "Don't I deserve any cookies?" 

He put his finger on his lip as if deep in thought. "Hmmm… I dunno darlin'. Not sure if I could handle you if you get much sweeter." He winked.

"But I guess you deserve some too.." he plopped a wad of dough into your mouth, running his finger on your lip as he pulled his hand away. 

You smiled, cheeks feeling warm, and chewing the soft, sugary dough.

"Oh, Joel. You're too much.." you avoided his eyes, looking down at the mixer and pretending to be busy with the cookies. 

Why can't I get a man like Joel? You thought to yourself.

Two years ago, you had moved into your new house and met your neighbors, Tommy and Maria, Maria still very pregnant at the time. The three of you became fast friends and it wasn't long before you met Tommy's brother Joel. You were instantly enamored with him. His curly brown hair, mixed with silvery gray streaks, and those deep, gorgeous chocolate brown eyes. Although he could be a grump at times, it was mainly with his brother or his job, and he never showed it towards you. To you he was as sweet as the cookies you were eating.

You instantly developed a little crush on him and it seemed like he was over at his brother's house, or yours, more often than not. The two of you spent time together alone as well, watching movies, talking, doing whatever. Things felt so simple with him, and you knew he would always be there if you needed help with anything. With him, you never felt fat. You never felt ugly. You didn't feel self-conscious. You were just you. He was just him. 

As your friendship progressed, your crush developed quickly into love. But you knew deep down there was no way he could ever feel the same. He was too handsome and charming to ever go for a woman like you, so you pushed down your feelings as best as you could, and even tried some dating apps to try and find someone else to fill the empty space in your heart.

What you didn't know was that Joel was absolutely head-over-heels, smitten with you, from the moment he laid eyes on you at his brother's backyard barbecue. Sure he loved his brother, but nobody wants to spend that much time at their sibling's house. He came over constantly, hoping to see you, until eventually you became close enough that he didn't have to make a scene at his brother's house to get your attention. He could just go to yours. 

Tommy constantly teased him about it, and Maria couldn't help but notice the way you looked at Joel either. Even the kids could tell. The girls loved you like a mother, though you'd never see it. It seemed that it was obvious to everyone but you and him. Joel would flirt, try to gently touch you, be sweet, but you never picked up on it. Although you never pushed away his attempts, you never seemed to reciprocate either, so Joel just figured you didn't like him that way. But he couldn't help flirting, touching, staring at you. And if you didn't protest, he didn't plan to stop. He couldn't if he tried.

While the two of you talked, the cookies, what was left of them, baked in the oven. Finally Tommy came in, two large pizzas in hand. "Now I better not see that movie playing! I warned you two."

He noticed the black television screen and wandered to the kitchen. "Good. You waited for me- oh man! You made cookies? My favorite," he said with grabby hands towards the first pan, still cooling on the stove. 

"Now, don't spoil your dinner. You just brought pizza home, let's eat." You shot a knowing look with Joel after the two of you were practically full already with cookie dough.

"Fine. Whatever, mom." Tommy took a plate from you, sliding a piece of pizza onto his plate and heading towards the couch.

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An hour into the movie, you were all full with pizza and dessert, Tommy in the sofa chair on the side, you and Joel settled into the love seat. You leaned towards his right side, his right arm over the back of your seat. A blanket covered the two of you, and his left hand was crossed over his lap on top of the blanket, hoping you would hold it if you got scared. Whenever a jump scare did happen, you didn't grab for him, but at the slightest flinch, he would palm your knee, rubbing his thumb over you to calm you down. Such a nice guy. I'm so lucky to have him as my friend.

Once when Joel did this, Tommy caught the sight out of the corner of his vision. He rolled his eyes and gave a gagging face. Joel gave him a quick angry brother stare that made Tommy turn back toward the film.

At some point, you felt your pocket buzz. Peering under the blanket at your screen, you saw the little heart notification, letting you know it was one of the dating apps you downloaded. Heart beating faster, you excused yourself saying you wanted to get a drink. Upon entering the kitchen, you quickly opened the notification with shaky hands. You had sent out at least a half dozen matches to people, all turned down the second they saw your profile. The most recent had sent a message as well. "Seriously? Ur gross. Good luck finding anyone to date you lmao." Tears welled up in your eyes as you looked down at your body and pinched the fat of your stomach. You had four apps and had sent countless requests, matches, and swipes. Even guys who were big themselves had turned you down. You looked in the kitchen at the pile of cookies, the mostly empty pizza boxes, the bowl of Halloween candy. If the boys weren't here, you'd toss it all in the trash. You suddenly felt self-conscious. Your clothes were tight, your body was heavy and flabby, and you almost felt nauseous. The first sting of tears welled at your eyes, and you dashed off to your bedroom, hoping to quell these emotions before anyone would notice. You weren't ready to go back to the living room.

After a couple minutes, Joel had paused the TV to wait for your return. "She probably had to pee or something. Said she was gettin' a drink." Tommy nodded and the two of them talked. After about ten minutes had passed, Joel began to worry. Even Tommy began to wonder and finally said "where'd your girlfriend end up? It's been a while."

Joel shook his head at Tommy's name for you, but got up off the couch. "I'll go see what's up." He walked into the kitchen and didn't see you, so he kept walking through the house before finally starting upstairs. "Darlin'? You okay?" He still didn't see you, but upon approaching your bedroom door, he heard a soft sniffle.

He gently tapped on the door with his index finger's knuckle. "Sweetheart?" Your sniffling stopped and you quickly wiped your eyes, trying to hide your tears as he slowly opened the door.

"Hey, sorry, I didn't mean to make you guys wait, I was just changing into some comfier clothes." He noticed you had switched from your favorite dress to some sweats and a baggy hoodie. You still looked beautiful to him, though he was a bit confused at the change. "I'll be right down, why don't you go start the movie again." He crossed the room to sit next to you on the bed. "I'm not going to start the movie. What's wrong, darlin'?" 

You pouted, trying to choke back more tears, but his gentle brown eyes made it hard to keep your emotions inside. Joel cupped your cheek, running his thumb gently under your eyes and catching a tear that made it past your walls. You'd never cried in front of Joel before. You made it a goal of yours to try and hide any sad emotions from people, especially him.

"I don't want to ruin the night, Joel. It's nothing. Let's just go back downstairs. I'll be right behind you."

Joel stood up and nodded his head, walking out the door and closing it gently behind him. 

You didn't think he'd actually leave. But it shouldn't surprise you. Who wouldn't leave you?

An aggressive sob ripped through your chest.

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Joel walked downstairs, joining his brother.

"You find her?" Tommy asked.

"Yeah I did. Look, she's not feeling too good right now. I think it's best we call it a night."

"Ah, man. She sick or somethin'?" Tommy asked.

"Yeah somethin' like that. I'll stay and take care of her. Can you maybe keep the kids tonight?" Joel answered, ushering Tommy out the door. Tommy gave him a look, but nodded and walked out the door towards his own house.

Joel closed the door behind him and walked back upstairs, stopping to grab a glass of water for you on the way. He knocked gently again before entering your bedroom, and you turned around, surprised to see him. "Joel? I thought you were watching the movie?"

"Nah, darlin' I could never leave you when you're upset. I sent Tommy home and he's gonna watch the girls tonight. Here, I brought you some water." He sat the water on the nightstand. "Now, you wanna tell me why you're cryin'?" He sat next to you, rubbing your back gently.

You took a sip of the water, set it back down on the nightstand, and sighed, looking down at your hands in your lap which held your cell phone.

"Well, I uh…" you cleared your throat gently. "I recently joined some dating apps..."

Joel's heart took a slight stab, but he pushed it down. You're the one needing comfort, not him.

"I guess, I dunno… I know it's kinda silly, but I've been feeling kinda lonely and y'know... I'm getting older. I'm running out of time to have babies. But, I really just want someone to call mine. Someone to laugh with and go on dates with and…" you tapered off, not wanting to admit your desire for cuddles, kisses, and love-making. 

"Oh, sweet girl," he held you in his arms. "That's nothing to feel shy or silly about. It's natural to want those things. But why are you cryin'? Did somethin' happen?"

"I just… I haven't gotten any matches. Everyone I've sent anything to has denied me, and-" you sniffled and Joel pulled you tighter. "Shh, shh, sweet girl, it's okay. Those people on those apps, they don't know what they're missin' out on. They don't see how beautiful and sweet y'are. They wouldn't know how to treat you right anyway. If they can't see how wonderful you are, they don't deserve to be with ya anyway."

"Thank you Joel…" you muttered. "But… it's not just that. I got a message when we were watching the movie and I went into the kitchen to read it, and-" you handed him your phone with a sniffle. Joel pulled away from you, holding the phone back a bit to read it with his bad vision. As he read it, his jaw and fists clenched. It may have been the first time Joel saw you cry, but it was also the first time Joel got angry when it was just the two of you.

"If I knew where this asshole little boy lived, I'd go over there right now and kick his ass for saying something like that to you" he seethed. "I can't believe anyone would say something like that to you."

You picked at a hangnail on your finger, still staring at your lap. Finally Joel took a breath and looked at you again. "Darlin'. You don't - you don't believe that guy do you?" He asked while rubbing your back again.

"Maybe…" you felt tears run down your cheeks. "I mean, he's right, isn't he? I'm not attractive or skinny. Nobody wants me, not even any of these guys on this app. Even the guys who aren't skinny don't want me either."

"Sweetheart. That's just not true. Look at me-" he lifted your chin with his left hand, right arm still holding you close. You hesitantly met his gaze, your wet eyes looking into his gentle browns. "Those men, if you even wanna call them that, they wouldn't know what beautiful was if it slapped them across the face. You're the most beautiful, sweet, funny woman I've ever met. Any man would be lucky to have you." He took a deep breath before admitting, "I'd be lucky to have you."

"What-?" You interrupted him.

"Darlin'... I never want to push your boundaries, but you don't see how often I flirt with you, tease you, and touch you? You don't see how smitten I am with you?" You frowned, brows furrowing as you picked through your memory. "I thought you were just a nice guy. Just a friend. I didn't… I didn't think you could ever like me as more than a friend, so I just ignored the butterflies I got around you." 

You searched his eyes, waiting for a joke, or your alarm to go off and wake you up from this dream.

"Sweetheart, I've been in love with you since just about the time I saw you walk across my brother's lawn towards me. I just figured y'wasn't interested in me that way."

"Joel," you laughed. "I've felt the same way."

He smiled, once again tilting your chin, yet this time pressing his lips to yours. The kiss was gentle, but held so much love and meaning, that the two of you couldn't help but smile in the middle of it. He pulled away, "and by the way, y'aren't old either. If anyone's old here, it's me. But if you want babies, I'll give you all the babies you want. But you already got two girls who love you. Sometimes I think they even love y'more than me," he laughed.

You smiled at him and nodded "I do love those girls like they're my own. But I would still like a little baby someday too."

He kissed you again, more passionately this time, licking your lip until you opened up and let your tongues dance together. He pulled away, running his nose across your jaw before stopping at your ear. "Only one way to give you that, darlin'." He gently bit your earlobe before kissing down your neck. 

You sighed. "Joel… please."

"Please, what darlin'?" He purred, kissing your clavicle through your baggy shirt. 

"Please, make love to me" you answered breathlessly, tipping your head back so he could better access your neck. 

"Take these baggy clothes off then, baby. Lemme see you," he gave you one last kiss on the lips before the two of you began undressing, stopping every few seconds to share grabby kisses. Once undressed, he pulled you into him and kissed you deeply, your hands on his chest. With a swift move, he tumbled the two of you sideways so that you were now on the bed, him on his back and you straddling his hips. You leaned down, kissing his lips, while the slight movement against his waist caused you both to moan at the feeling. "Baby I've wanted this for so long. Let me take care of you," Joel whispered, thumb stroking your cheek. He flipped the two of you over, slithering down towards your waist, where you spread your legs for him. He groaned, looking at how evident it was you wanted him, pumping his already hard cock a few times. Flattening himself on his stomach, he gently touched your thighs and began to kiss your legs. "Y'sure you still want this, baby?" 

"Yes Joel, please" you answered, tense with anticipation. Without a beat, he tipped his head down, licking a stripe up your slit. You let out a sigh, hips bucking toward his face. "I know baby, I know." His low timbre vibrated through your core. He gave a quick peck to your clit before swirling his tongue around it and heading downwards, licking between your folds while his nose continued to put pressure on your clit.

His fingers slid through, touching your entrance in a questioning way. "Yes, Joel, please" you cried, wiggling closer, your hands tugging at his hair. 

With your pleas, he inserted his finger, curling upwards before adding a second and finally hitting that spot inside you that made your breathing catch in your chest. He stroked, while still licking gently, occasionally sucking on your clit. Before long you were gripping the sheets with one hand, his hair in your other, as you finally tumbled into your orgasm. "So beautiful, baby" he coaxed, licking you through the waves of pleasure. 

"Think you're ready for me?" He looked up at you over your plush tummy. "Yes, Joel, please I'm so ready."

He stalked over your body, kissing his way up. He kissed your vulva, "I love this," he purred. He kissed your stomach, running his hands across your sides. "I love this," he licked. "I love these," he massaged your breasts, kissing each nipple. "I love you" he finally looked you in the eyes, kissing you on the lips deeply. 

"I love you too." You kissed him back, running your hands through his messy hair, down his broad shoulders and back. His hand snaked around, grabbing his cock and giving a few strokes through your folds until he was wet enough. Finally he pushed against your entrance, slowly entering you, giving you enough time to adjust to his size. Your fingers clawed at his back as he finally pushed all the way in, the two of you sighing in relief. 

Your body adjusted, and with a kiss to his nose, you prompted him to move. "Okay Joel, I'm ready."

Slowly, he began to thrust, pulling slowly out and gently pushing back in, eventually picking up to a pleasurable pace. He kissed you like his lips couldn't be away for longer than a few seconds, and it didn't take much before you were barreling towards your second release of the evening. "I'm almost there, Joel" you kissed, grabbing him around his back. "Me too, baby. Come for me." His thrusts were getting sloppy, but you could tell he was holding himself back for you. His fingers drifted over your clit, giving a few circular strokes and causing you to shudder around him, your eyes slamming shut with a moan. He followed right behind you, a couple messy strokes before pumping into you, filling you up and working you both through it. As the two of you came down from your high, he kissed you passionately, holding you like you were the only thing in the world. 

The two of you lay on your sides, you snuggled into his chest, his chin resting on your head before eventually he became soft and slipped out of you. You both sighed at the loss, but held each other until you rolled out to use the restroom and clean up. When you returned from the bathroom, you asked if he wanted to stay and he said yes. 

You lent him an extra toothbrush and the two of you stood side by side, brushing your teeth and stealing glances at each other in the mirror with matching lovesick smiles. Things felt domestic and comfortable as the two of you walked back to bed, sharing soft kisses snuggled to each other. Having completely forgotten why you were upset earlier, you fell asleep curled into his arms, full of love and hope for the future with a man you loved. 

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The next morning, you woke up to the smell of coffee brewing and breakfast cooking. You strolled down the stairs and saw Joel, wearing just his boxers and tee shirt, grabbing a slice of toast from the toaster. 

At the sound of your steps, he turned and smiled softly. "Morning, baby."

"Good morning, handsome," you replied, pressing a kiss to his lips. 

"I could get used to that," Joel replied, squeezing your ass and pulling his face away to look in your eyes.

"Joel! You devil," you giggled, gently smacking his arm. "You ain't seen nothing yet, baby" he nibbled your jaw.

After the two of you ate breakfast, you shared a shower, and he threw on a pair of extra clothes he keeps in his car. It would be hard to keep his visit a secret from his brother with his car still in your driveway, but as far as Tommy was concerned, you were sick and Joel was taking care of you.

The two of you made the walk over to Tommy's house to get the girls and participate in Halloween activities for the day. Walking in the door, Tommy pulled you into a hug. "Hey, we were worried about you! Are you feeling better? Were you sick?"

You looked up at Joel, sharing a knowing look. "I was just a little upset about something, but I'm feeling much better now," you smiled. 

Tommy gasped. "FINALLY!!!!" He threw his hands in the air while Maria grinned. 

"Cough it up Tommy!" Sarah held out her hand to her uncle. "You know I had October." He handed her a five dollar bill.

"You bet money on us?" Joel asked in disbelief, rubbing your back. 

"Obviously. You guys have both been pining since you first met," Ellie answered, rolling her eyes. "It was too entertaining for us to interfere though," Sarah added with a smirk.

You stared down at your shoes, feeling embarrassed, but Joel grabbed your hand. You smiled up at him and it felt like everything was aligned. "Yep, we finally took the step. And now I get to do this whenever I want," Joel pulled you into his arms for a deep kiss. 

"UGH. GROSS, DAD." Ellie and Sarah groaned, walking out of the room.

You both laughed, sharing a smile and heading towards the group to get ready for Halloween with your family.

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~Cooking With Love~

(I do not own the art or character)

Content: Sebek x F!Yuu, other ocs are in this and as well as the other first years.

Tw: Some NSFW mentions, this was meant to be a nice fluff cooking fic but my depraved mind can't stop

word count: 2081

note: This took me FOREVER. I kept stopping and continuing so it might not be the best.

“Oh look, the Culinary Crucible sign ups are out again, maybe I could sign up to be a judge.” The five Ramshackle residents were walking down the halls of NRC, heading off to lunch like usual until Felix pointed out the Culinary Crucible sign ups. “Nya, I nearly died last time from Lilia’s cooking” Grim sat on Yuu’s head, it was his favorite spot since her hair was so fluffy. “How did Silver survive all those years with him? Perhaps it made his stomach stronger, I should test that out later, Mumble Mumble” There Donnie went with his evil scientist thoughts again and pulling out his notebook with info about everyone in the school, honestly how could that boy not be best friends with Rook at this point.

Yuu picked up the small paper that was stapled to the cork board, she noticed two familiar names sketched in pen on the parchment. “Hm looks like Floyd and Sebek would be the ones cooking. You may want to reconsider that thought, Felix.” Yuu couldn’t lie, she was slightly excited to see what Floyd and Sebek could do but also terrified of what the food would turn into. She did know a bit of both of their skill sets too. “That damn Eel? Jeeze I already gotta deal with his ass in the Basketball club! I bet he’d poison the food if he could!” Balik groans at the thought of having to see that wicked eel’s face cook for her. “Oh hush! Hmm, maybe I should sign up to be a judge.” Yuu quickly pushed away her fearful thoughts and signed the paper. “If you get a stomach ache from their food don’t come crying to me, henchmen!”

The thought of Sebek cooking for her was on Yuu’s mind all day. She giggled softly and smiled at the thought which started to freak her friends out a bit. “Yuu has been a little too bubbly than usual.” Epel bit into his BBQ, finally able to enjoy it since Vil or Rook weren’t nearby. “I scanned Yuu earlier and her heart rate seems to be more elevated than normal!” Ortho spoke, not eating since he didn’t need food but he still could eat it in a way since Idia gave him a new update! “I couldn’t smell any potions on her breath or anything so it could be something mental.” Jack was clueless to what could have happened to their sweet friend. “Do you think someone cursed her!? I’ll get revenge for Yuu!” Deuce looked like he was about to punch someone. “Wha- no! Who could possibly want to hurt Yuu? Let’s just ask Yuu what happened when she grabs her food.” Finally Ace was actually using his head to think, which if they weren't worried about Yuu, would have freaked the group out even more. "Alright, I'll calm down." Yuu grabbed her food and made her way to the rest of the first years with the other four behind her. Yuu places her tray down and sits next to Ace. “Hello big sis-” Before poor Ortho could greet Yuu he was interrupted by a very concerned Deuce. “Are you ok!? Did someone curse you?! Did you finally snap!?” Ace face palms. “Real nice on staying calm, Deuce.” Yuu raises her brow in suspicion but keeps her sweet smile. “Oh? What’s this now?” The first year group looks back at each other before Epel speaks up. “We’re just concerned since you’ve been acting a little off today….” The other Ramshackle residents finally joined the first years. “That’s just because she’s excited about being a judge for the upcoming Culinary crucible.” Donnie sits next to Ortho while Balik, Felix, and Grim sit next to or across from Yuu. “Really, you aren't getting it? Here’s another hint, loud knight of Diasomnia.” Small ‘Oooohs’ escape the boys’ lips as Donnie explains the reason behind Yuu's state.

Yuu covers her face in embarrassment. “That’s…not the reason..” Balik stabs her food with her fork repeatedly. “Really? Jeeze I can’t tell which one of you is more dense.” Felix rubs the back of his neck nervously. “Yeah, I gotta agree with Balik here.” Ortho stands up- well floats off the ground in excitement. “Maybe we could get you two together! Big brother was playing a game with the same premise the other day!”. “I don’t think that would work. The only thing that guy seems to think about is Malleus just like the only thing Grim thinks about is fancy tuna.” Ace snickers as he looks over at Grim devouring a can of tuna in Yuu’s lap. “Nya?! Hey!” Yuu glares at Ace and he stops right away. “That’s a really sweet idea, Ortho, but I’m not sure it’s the best idea right now.” Ortho looks slightly disappointed but nods his head in understatement. “Ok big Sis! I’ll still make a plan though!” 

The first years continue to talk but soon lunch comes to an end. “Man, I got P.E next. I better go now so I can get changed.” Felix whines as he grabs his empty tray and leaves. Everyone else starts to get up as well and leave for their classes. Yuu holds Grim in her arms as she walks with Ace, Deuce, and Donnie. “Oooh~ We got Alchemy next” Donnie smirks knowing he’ll get an easy 100%. “Don’t act so smug just because you’ve got slightly better grades than us!” Grim kicks his little feet causing Donnie to laugh his unsettling clown-like laugh. “Slightly? Oh please, you’ve gotten Ds and Cs on every test from Professor Crewel!” Donnie’s smirk grows even bigger as he knows Grim can’t make a well backed up argument. hours pass and classes slowly finish up for the day. “Yawn I really wish P.E didn’t kick my ass.” Felix rubs his sore arms. “Maybe it’s just because you’re weak and have little muscle on your bones.” Felix glares at Balik. “Be quiet, will you! You’re hurting my ears!” Grim interrupts their arguing before it could get any more heated. The two glare at each other before shutting up. “Hey, isn't the Culinary Crucible supposed to start tomorrow?” Donnie quickly changes the subject to make sure Balik and Felix don’t start arguing again. “Huh? Oh, yeah. It’s meant to be taking place before lunch, I think.”. Grim pouts. “Why can’t I get free food too! No fair!” Yuu giggles at Grim’s whines. The five reach their dorm and soon settle in for the night awaiting the brand new day full of opportunities to come. A certain half fae walks past the school cork board covered in flyers for clubs and what not, he looks down at the Culinary Crucible sheet. “So she has signed up to be a judge….I’LL DO MORE THAN MY VERY BEST FOR BOTH THE YOUNG MASTER AND YUU!” Sebek hurries his way back to Diasomnia so he can return to his job of guarding Malleus.

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Morning comes without fail, birds chirp on cue as the sun rises with its natural beauty. Sebek was out doing his morning jogs before he had to head off to the Culinary Crucible. Sebek had originally signed up so he could learn to cook for his liege but when he found out Yuu was going to be one of the judges he felt even more determined to master the practice of the culinary arts. ‘I have to be able to cook for my future partner!’ That’s what the little voice in his head kept telling him plus Lilia said a good boyfriend should be able to cook for his partner when they’re sick or tired. Sebek finishes his morning jogs and heads inside of Diasomnia to wash off all the sweat on his body. As the cold water hits his body he thinks about how the Culinary Crucible could possibly go. He did learn a bit from Yuu when all the first years were at Ramshackle for a studie night which somehow turned into a small party. Sebek couldn’t help but blush when he remembered how Yuu’s soft hands guided him on how to cut an onion or when he burnt most of the vegetables Yuu just simple laughed it off with a reassuring smile. “How could a human like that make me feel like this….”. Oh Yuu’s soft hands, he just can’t stop thinking about them. All he wants is to have them trail along his body and wrap around his hard- “I must stop thinking about such things of Yuu! I need to get ready!” 

Sebek finishes his shower and gets dressed but not before gelling up his hair like he always does. This man went through almost two jars of gel each week, if Sam didn’t somehow magically have everything in stock Sebek would have been stuck with his natural hair. Sebek quickly checks the time. “On time as always.” And with that Sebek leaves to head off to the Culinary Crucible.

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All of Ramshackle’s (living) residents were sitting in the courtyard talking. It was their free time before lunch so Donnie started making bets “Ok, 10$ says Sebek burns it to ash.” Donnie rolls his eyes at Felix’s bet. “Oh please, he’s not Lilia. Althouuuugh, 5$ says he makes it too dry or too bland to eat.” Yuu couldn’t help but laugh “Wow, you really don’t have faith in him? How about 100$ says Sebek makes something that I’ll enjoy.” Both Felix and Donnie’s eyes widen “Henchman, are you feeling ok!?” Even Grim and Balik looked shocked “Yuu is making bets?!” Balik dropped her cool guy act from pure shock. “We don’t even have that kind of money! Crowley doesn’t pay us shit!” Yuu smirks at Donnie’s comment and shrugs her shoulders. “Well~ I just have a lot of faith in Sebek, I guess. Plus I should probably join in on the fun shouldn’t I?” “I guess you do seem to like him a lot.” Balik plainly states. “Seems?? Those two are head over heels for each other!” Donnie throws his arms up in the air in frustration. “We’ll just have to wait and see who the winner of the bet is.” Yuu smiles knowingly. “Nya, I’m going to buy so much tuna with this bet!” Donnie rolls his eyes at Grim’s gluttonous statement before looking down at his watch “Looks like we only have a few minutes till next period.” Everyone lets out a small groan before saying their goodbyes and parting for their next classes. ==============================================

Yuu sat comfortable in the judge’s chair with Idia to her left and Trey to her right. Sebek set a bowl full of chicken pho before her with shaky hands. He looked so nervous, which seemed so unlike him. Once Idia and Trey also reserved a bowl of the chicken pho Yuu took a small spoon full. She looked up at the nervous half fae man in front of her and put the spoon to her lips…..Woah! The chicken had a melt in your mouth texture and the broth was so flavorful! Yuu’s eyes opened in shock as she let out a small moan from the amazing dish. After the other two finished it was time for the results. Yuu was so proud of Sebek, he obviously worked super hard on the dish. Yuu happily held up the sign that had the number ten written on it. “Amazing~! I loved it!”. Trey held up a ten sign as well while Idia held up a nine sign. A big grin spread across Sebek’s face as he saw the high ranking signs, he quickly bowed. “Thank you!”  ================================================

“WHAT!?” Like they planned this Felix, Balik, Donnie, and Grim all yelled in unison. “But how!?” Donnie was still in disbelief, how did Sebek do such a good job!? “My tuuuuuuuna!” Grim whined as his dreams of buying tuna with the bet money went down the drain. “Oh hush, I’ll buy you some tuna.” Grim’s ears pop up at the mention of Yuu buying him tuna. “I guess you get the money then.” Felix lets out a sigh before handing Yuu the money. “Thank you! Now remember next time not to test my intuition~” Yuu chuckled to herself. “Yeah, yeah, whatever and maybe next time we can get to taste this ‘amazing food’.” Balik still doubted Sebek of all people could cook such a good meal. “Yeah maybe…..” Yuu remembered the creamy, rich broth and melt in your mouth chicken, maybe she would have to cook for Sebek some time? Maybe a cooking date? Who knows, there’s so much time in life when you cook with love~!

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You have made it! Thank you for reading! I hope you liked it, it took me VERY long to make this. Mental health didn't help much lol. Make sure to get plenty of rest and to drink water dear reader!

[sn00pism]

Am I pretty?

Feeling down? don't worry, your dear Kou and Kei will take care of you. Characters: Bokuto Koutaro x chubby reader x Akaashi Keiji.

You think I'm ugly (Don't you?) And I know you hate my body

You sighed as you looked at your friend Keiji, he seemed content in the volleyball court, setting for the loud Bokuto.

The duo were inseparable, after all they had been friends since little.

As a group of girls passed by, you heard them giggle, looking into the direction of your two friends, hearing them whisper and chuckle.

You frowned at your half eaten food, thoughts going to grim and obscure places about your appearance and most importantly about how your two best friends looked at you.

They would never see you as a woman, after all you're not slim and dainty and fragile, you have a bigger frame, thick thigs and cellulite, as well as some chub on your arms and stomach.

You set down your container with a sigh and looked at the manga editor and professional athlete in front of you, tossing the ball between each other.

Your sigh captured their attention, the ball falling to the ground until Bokuto picked it up, both of them joining you in the small picnic mat you had set up for the three of you.

"What's wrong, pretty?" Bokuto was the first one to ask, his yellow eyes slightly hidden by the black cap on his head.

"You can tell us anything, lovely… what's bothering you?" Akaashi asks while looking at you and pulling a strand of hair from your face.

Your frown deepens as you think you're bothering your friends with some useless thoughts, so you plaster a slight smile on your face.

"nothing much! College has me stressed that's all!" you lie through your teeth and while the answer satisfies Bokuto, it doesn't satisfy Akaashi, who just sighs.

"you're lying.. You have a smile on but it looks empty… besides, you haven't even finished your food.. Weren't you very hungry before? You always eat a lot and now you've barely eaten"

You pull a face at his words, of course he'd think you always eat, you're nothing but a fat friend. That's what you do.

"are you saying that I'm not okay because I didn't finish my food? Is that all you guys think I am? Just the fat friend who's always associated with food, right? Because I have this body I can't be anything more than just the fat friend"

You explode slightly, voice hard and eyes teary.

"pretty? That's not what Akaashi meant…"

"of course not! But it still stings to hear that you guys don't like my body! No one, not even you guys will ever see me as a woman and it hurts!" you sigh into your hands, crying softly.

You feel Bokuto's calloused hands pull away your hands from your face and feel Akaashi wipe your tears away.

"Sweetie, you can always change your ways… and we'll be there to help you out.. " Akaashi murmurs, watching you sniffle and nod

"I'm shit at cooking though, Kei.."

"we'll cook for you, love…"

Bokuto grabs one of your hands and Akaashi the other one, each of them raising them to kiss your knuckles, a smile affectionate smile on their face.

"who told you we don't like your body?" Akaashi murmurs against your skin.

"We've always liked your beautiful thighs… and your soft arms, and your cute tummy… we love you very much but we also get it if you want to change…" Bokuto smiles softly at you, then nuzzling his face into your neck.

"you're the most beautiful woman we have ever seen, lovely"

Tell me love oh "Am I pretty?"

[small-sinclair]

Roadside Angel

Lester x y/n

Tw: reader survives a car wreck, watched someone die, glass, injured reader, blood, character deaths, being referred as property for a moment

Part two | Part 3

When you woke up this morning, you didnlt think you would be in a car wreck on the country road in the middle of bum-fuck nowhere. Jace's car flipped three times, and you heard Britney's neck snap, killing her in seconds. You remembered holding on to your seat belt so hard until the car stopped, and your friend's glazed eyes met yours. Jace was going nearly 100 down the road even though you told him to slow down, but he had to impress his now dead girlfriend. You were just along for the trip to the lake, and he graced you with the permission to have you come along. He was going to ask her to marry him, but you guess that love dies within a snap... ha, terrible joke, y/n.

When you came back, your brother and William, who was in the backseat, dragged you out of the car. Black smoke raised above the car as the fire in the front of the car was sandwiched between a pine tree and a large rock. Your brother's face had small glass peeking out of the skin, and William's face was pale from shock and panic. You looked back at the car, seeing Brittney's eyes in the flames, and you saw Martin's head smashed and broken in the backseat. You forgot he was there because he was sleeping. Going out in your sleep was a good gift; that's what your grandfather told you two days before he died in his sleep. Irony is like a skillet cooking an eggs.

"You okay, y/n?" Your brother asked, looked at you up and down. "Oh, shit. You're bleeding!"

"Jace, I see a car!"

"Flag them down, Will!" Your brother took off his green flannel and held in over your arm, careful not to touch the big chunk of glass sticking out of shoulder and upper arm. "You're going to be okay, y/n."

"Jace, what about you?" You asked in a whisper. You didn't realize that you were shaking, your eyes dead and numb. Every time you blink, all you see is Britney's eyes. "You good?"

"Forget me, okay?" He asked as the truck came into view, slowing down. "Keep pressure on your arm. I'll talk to the driver."

You knew you were in shock, that's why you weren't screaming in pain yet, but you knew that it'll come soon. You knew that once it hits you, you won't stop screaming and crying. You remembered that the closest hospital was 30 miles from here, and that's not enough time for you. On the other hand, you were just happy your brother lived. If anything, you were nervous how William was feeling about it all along with how he was going to pin this on you.

The driver got out of his truck in a hurry when he saw you sitting in the grass with blood running down your arm. He was short and looked like he needed two sandwiches. His face was covered in grim and dirt, and he still had the morning's shadow on his cheeks and chin. His faded red work shirt was unbutton and tucked in his pants to show his dirtied and torn white shirt. Around his neck, you thought he was wearing dog tags, but they were small bones once he got closer. His bright brown hair was greasy and curled up to the southern heat under his green hat. He looked worried as he stopped in front of your brother, but you couldn't hear a thing. Your ears started ringing as your eyes clouded and laced over the evening sky. This was the most prettiest sunset you've seen in a long time.

Soon, the stranger was in front of you, snapping his fingers to wake you from your fog. His voice was muffled as your body swayed side to side slightly. You could feel the earth lift up then back down like a roller coaster you once rode at the State Fair when you were a kid.

"...can ya 'ere me?" His voice was so sweet in your ears once you felt yourself grounded again. "Sweetpea? Hey," he snaps his fingers again, "com' back t' me. Don't go too far, 'kay? Com' back." Once he felt your eyes on him, he gave you a smile as sweet as honey, showing his rotten and blacken teeth. His lips were cracked and showed a healing cut. " 'At's it. Good. Hey there, beautiful," he cooed, his eyes looked over your upper body to make sure you weren't bleeding anywhere else. "C'n ya tell me yer name, sugar?"

"You have pretty eyes," you answered instead. His brown eyes were so soft and gentle. He shot you a confused looked, his cheeks a soft pink. "Real pretty eyes."

"Darlin'," he whispered as he looked at your arm. "I need ya to tel'me yer name."

"Y/n," you answered, your head getting dizzy again.

"It's real good t'meetcha," he said with a grin, worried pressed over his eyes. "C'n ya stan', sugar?"

You winced when you shrugged. "Catch... me?"

You felt the weight of the world crushing on you as you leaned to the side, closing your eyes. You expected your head to hit the dirt, but he caught you. His hands were rough but gentle to the touch. The smell of death came from his body, but you cared less. His hands were strong and warm as he lifted you up, cradling you. For someone so small looking, he was strong. When your eyes parted, you were being placed in the truck with your brother's help. William was getting into the back of the truck once the door slammed.

"C'n get ya to Ambrose in ten," the driver promised as he slammed his door. "It'll be bumpy, so hang on t'em." Then his eyes fell on you. He looked so scared as he started the truck and gunned it down the road. "Keep yer eyes open, y/n, yeah?" He asked, turning on a dirt road sharply. "Tel'me yer favorite color. Flower. Anythin'."

Your eyes looked up at your brother, seeing a stream of tears falling down fast. You looked up at the ceiling, seeing different antlers hanging. You wanted to touch one, hold it close, and ask its spirit for its name. Imagine asking that? You are really losing it, aren't you?

"F/c," you answered, your hands now tracing the gator skin on the radio. "It matches my eyes."

"Ya know? 'i a good color," the driver agreed, driving over the dirt road and river rocks. Luckily, it hasn't rained in a couple of days, so the road wasn't washed out. "I lik' green an' yeller."

The way he talked made you giggle. The sunset poked through his hair and trees, making the shadows cast over him, giving him a pair of angel wings. He was your roadside angel at this point. "Bet it looks good... good on you?" You found it harder to stay awake. The pain started kicking in. "What's your name?"

He looked at you then back at your brother. Guess you didn't hear him the first time, huh, y/n? "Lester," he answered. "Lester Sinclair."

"Pretty name," you breathed. The pain in your shoulder finally got to you, but you didn't have the strength to scream or cry. You didn't feel like doing anything besides sleeping. "I'm tired, Jace."

"Stay awake," your brother ordered. "See? We're here!" The truck stopped as soon as he said it. "Stay awake, y/n."

The car door opened on your brother's side as Lester hopped out of the seat, sliding over the hood of the car. William's hand slipped under you roughly, and his hand squeezed hard enough to leave a bruise. Soon, you felt yourself being lifted up in Lester's arms and hurried steps towards a house on a hill.

You heard the house door open as a taller man in a blue worker's jumper stepped out. "The hell's this, Les?" The older man barked. "What the fuck--?"

"They're hurt," Lester said, going up two steps. "Really hurt, Bo!"

"Like I care--"

"You betta care," Lester snapped. He never gets angry with his brothers, but seeing you like this was enough to make his chest ache. What were you doing to him, y/n? What is this? "Y/n needs help." He was careful with your hurt shoulder and arm as he held you closer. "Please, Bo? Get Vincent for help?"

Bo hates it when Lester flashes his puppy eyes. How could he say "no" to that look? Bo looked past Lester towards Jace and William before sighing in defeat. "Fine," he stepped aside. "Pa's office. I'll get Vinny."

Are all southern men this hot? They weren't kidding when they say men grew in southern soil.

Everything was a blur from there.

You were placed on a cold and hard bed? Table? What the hell is this? But you were there as Lester left the room to come back with a big bowl and a first-aid. you felt yourself weave in and out as his voice became muffled again...

When your eyes opened, you were met by a lifeless and blank face looking down at you, raven hair tucked behind his ear, and hands working over your shoulder. You felt numb on your left side. He noticed you were a wake, but he didn't say anything or gave you the motion that he wanted to talk to you. You didn't feel pain as you drifted back to sleep, hearing your brother screaming your name before his dying screamed left. Oddly, you felt safe here...

************

"Don't kill 'em," Lester begged on his knees in front of Bo and Vincent. "Please, don't kill 'em."

In the kitchen, the twins sit in their chairs as they looked down at their brother, scared and shaking. Bo's boots were covered in y/n's brother's blood while Vincent's waxed face was covered in small spatters of William's. Their blue eyes looked at each other then down at Lester.

Bo shook his head, clicking his tongue. "Ya know t'rules."

Lester shook his head huriedly. "But they lived fer a reason!"

"Yeah," Bo nodded towards Vincent, "so he could dump them in wax." He almost laughed but... "It's sad how they gotta go."

"Then why didn't ya use t'whole thin' on 'em, Vince?" He looked up at his brother. "Why not t'whole numbin' thin'?"

Truth to be told, he didn't know why. Maybe it's because he heard you whispering a "thank you" to him after he was done working on you? Was it your sleepy grin?

"Can't keep 'em--"

"But ya keep pretty girls all th' time!" Lester argued back at Bo. "Bet if ya had yer hands on 'em, ya would lock 'em up down stairs!"

Bo's eye twitched. "Watch it."

"Am I wrong?" Lester asked, standing up, opening his arms. "When ya find someone, ya keep 'em and expect us t'be okay wit' it! But when I find someone, it's wrong?"

"Lester, I said..." Bo stopped himself and sighed. His little brother does have a fair point. "Damnit."

"An' ya promised I could hav' th' next one!" Lester added, his voice cracking. "Ya goin' back on it?"

Bo bit his lower lip, settling down his anger. The last thing he wants is that little thing in Pa's office to wake up to this. But why was he worried about that, too? Why was he worried that y/n would wake to this? Was he afrid of killing them? No, Bo Sinclair never gets scared! But... They looked so tired when Lester brought them in. He almost felt sorry for you... almost.

Giving in, Bo rubbed his face. "Fine," he breathed out. "But ya hav' two months wit'em 'fore I kil' 'em."

Vincent cut off Bo, signing, 'Unless you can get them to say 'I love you'.'

Bo shot a look at Vincent and was about to protest, but he looked back at his brother. Big Mistake. His brother's bright brown eyes were filled with hope and happiness. Who was he to kill his brother's joy? It's not fair, he knows this, but Bo didn't want his brothers to get too attached to y/n. If Lester can't get them to love them, then Bo will kill them.

That's a fair trade.

Bo stood up and held up two fingers when he said, "Two months. If y/n doesn't say they love ya," he picked up the hunting knife. "I'll kil' em with 'is, an' ya hav'ta watch." He lifted a brow. "Deal?"

Something inside Lester exploded with happiness and joy. "Deal."

And what a deal it was.

[ovobawrites]

𝐵𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽: 𝐸𝓅𝒾𝓈𝑜𝒹𝑒 𝐹𝒾𝓋𝑒 ♡ 𝐹𝒷𝑜𝓎𝓈 𝒜𝓃𝑜𝓃𝓎𝓂𝑜𝓊𝓈

disclaimer: this has already been posted on ao3 and quotev, i'm just reposting this beach episode special as a promo for the fic. after this is all my previous author notes.

this is a fem!reader and also a half chinese!reader insert.

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Crewel stood ominously by the door to the lodge, looking over you all with a critical eye. 

"I hope you mutts are planning to clean yourselves off," he started, "and Trey, Lilia," the two perked up. "you two will be cooking tonight's dinner."

Who decided to let Lilia cook... at least there's Trey?

The contrasting reactions would be funny were you not at risk of food poisoning. Lilia beamed, so excited he started floating. Meanwhile Trey was already working up a sweat, running through every possible future in his head. Silver, for once, was wide awake and looking horrified, face awash in a nausous green. Malleus, on the other hand, faced this death sentence with a grim look on his face, ready to meet his end fighting. 

Cater and Riddle were hurriedly whispering at the back, Riddle's face slowly growing more and more defeated as Cater continued on with his gossip about Lilia's poisonous cooking. Jamil frowned in disapproval, holding Kalim close to him as his housewarden started to pale in worry. You had already gone through the five stages of grief, accepting of your impending doom. The rest, however, weren't so quick.

Crewel frowned. "What are you all looking so deathly for? Go on, shower! Dirty dogs must be cleaned."

"Y-yes professor." You managed to stutter out, offering a shaky smile before treking up to your room, doing your best to avoid the other boys. For all you can act like everything was okay, you still felt that clench of fear in your gut as you closed your door behind yourself.

This would be hell. 

How could I have been so- so stupid! You bemoaned to yourself, Idia's gonna hate me for this, I just know it! It was completely improper and juvenile of me to yell at him. And over something so meaningless! Why did I- How could I- Wait. Why were you so upset? Why were you wholly embarassed? The other boys yelled and fought all the time and yet, for you to do such a thing. Why did it make you feel this way? What caused this fluttering of butterflies in your stomach, the angry buzz of bees in your head? 

You crashed your head into a pillow and let out a muffled yell. This trip was already shaping up to be a disaster. They already saw me in such a state. To get angry like that... how could I be so foolish! I should die for this. No one will ever look at me in the same way again. I was so utterly uncouth- to the point that none of them will ever even want to see me again. Sure, Floyd said it wasn't a big deal... but the moment any of them look back upon this moment they'll- they'll-

And that was the root of the problem, wasn't it? You weren't ashamed of getting into a silly little argument, you were afraid. 

They'll hate me.

But that was fine, right? People have hated you before, and people will for evermore. There's no point in crying over spilt milk, what's done is done. You should've thought thrice before you acted, but there's nothing you can do now but learn and pray for them not to think any different of you. 

You smiled sardonically, Like that'll ever happen. Who would like me after seeing me act like that?

...

These intrusive thoughts were getting you nowhere. Best to shower, fix up your makeup, and try to calm down. Let them despise you and look down on you. It's not like you cared anyways.

You finished up your shower on autopilot, routine muscle memory taking over as you sank further into your melancholy thoughts. If brother had been there... what would he have said? He'd disapprove, I'm sure of it. Getting close to others when you're an Aster is always a gamble after all. But... is it so wrong to want friends? I don't know anymore. It would have been better if I had just refused Crowley's offer.

Your face remained flat, never betraying your inner turmoil as you brushed through your hair mechanically in front of your vanity. (H/C) locks tugged at harshly as you brushed through the knots. A self flaggelation, of sorts. The pain both grounded you and sent you further into a self-depreciative headspace. It wasn't healthy but it was all you had. How foolish of you. 

I don't know what to do anymore. Should I just leave? Maybe I need to talk to-

A knock on the door. 

"Uh-um. (Y/N)? It's... it's Idia. C-could you maybe let me in?" His voice floated over from the door, the warble to it showing his nerves.  

Ah. I see. He's here to yell at me and tell me to never talk to him again. That's why he's so nervous, Idia's never liked confrantation after all. 

The silence rang out as you remained seated, frozen in place. What do you do? Opening the door means accepting a broken friendship and- you didn't want that. You didn't want to hurt anymore. 

"I-it's fine if you don't w-want to let me in!" Idia mumbled, "I-I just wanted to apologise, I sh-shouldn't have..." he trailed off before groaning in frustration. "Agh I'm so-" he halted, before hesitantly speaking up once more, "Could you p-please open up? I-I heard apologies are more genuine when you- you look at someone and Ortho said that..." Idia muttered rapidly, his words too quick for you to understand. 

Maybe hearing that he wanted to apologise was made you stand up and open the door. Maybe it was his obvious anxiety. Maybe it was out of pity. Who knows? But you let him in, like an idiot. 

Idia stumbled back as you opened the door, shock painted on his face. A nervous laugh. "I-I didn't think you'd actually open the door..." He turned his head away. "This was easier when I practiced... ahhh." He covered his face in his hands for a moment, then slapped his cheeks and straightened up, looking you in the eye. "Can I come in?"

Your throat was dry. Your stomach in knots. Greens and blues pulsed in your veins. "...Sure." You stepped to the side and closed the door behind Idia.

IDIOT! Your instincts screamed. Now you're trapped inside with him, you're not gonna be able to run away and get safe. You can't hide! What is wrong with you! He could-

"S-so, firstly, I'm sorry." Idia spoke up, fidgeting with his hands as he sat down on the chair, turning it to face the bed as you went to sit on it. You had no idea what to say, but this silence seemed to only spur Idia on. "I-I know you get... upset when we're loud and I- I shouldn't have yelled in your face. I know you hate it when that happens, and I should have respected your boundaries."

Wait, what? He wanted to actually apologise? Not yell or scream some more? You were too stunned to speak. 

"And-and secondly!" He got braver now, raising his voice from the soft volume of before. "I'm sorry that I escalated that argument. If it wasn't for me getting so heated, it would've been fine but I just- I felt- I was-" He groaned in frustration, covering his face with his hands. But something made him reveal himself and open up once more. "You were right, I was... you know. I felt... of Ruggie." His voice was so quiet at that point that you couldn't make out what he said by the end of it.

"I- you were... what of Ruggie?" You spoke up, and Idia made eye contact with you, hair glowing pink, eyes glaring. "...Sorry, I shouldn't have asked, I was being-"

"No-no it's fine! I was-" Idia sighed. "I was jealous. Of Ruggie. That's all." He turned away, looking at the trinkets on the vanity. "And again, I'm sorry for acting like that. You don't have to forgive me or anything, I just..." he slowed down as he turned to look at you, your (E/C) eyes still on him. "I just. wanted. to. apologise." The words came out stilted as his hair went more and more pink, cheeks flushing a brilliant red. 

You just sat there, hands on your lap, still as can be. As the shock simmered down and bloomed into reds and pinks in your chest, you started to chuckle. Idia froze as you started to full on laugh, a sound he'd never heard before. 

"I-I" You tried to say in between giggles, but you couldn't stop laughing, tears starting to run down your cheeks. "I apologise. I'm just so-so happy." A watery smile. "I thought you would- never mind. I'm sorry too." You looked Idia in the eye. "It wasn't just your fault. I also escalated the argument, you know. And I was the one who started raising my voice. I shouldn't have- no. I'm sorry that I did so, I shouldn't have drawn so much attention to us when I knew you dislike that many eyes on you."

"I-Don't cry!" Idia fluttered his hands around, leaning forwards and brushing the tears off of your cheek. "I- I really am sorry, you know. And even if it wasn't just my fault, I still should take the blame. I scared you. T-that's like totally an incel move on my part." He offered a weak smile, hands still on your face. "And I accept and forgive your apology. Really."

"I-I forgive you too." Your laughter quieted down and you beamed. "I'm glad that we can still be friends. Even though I acted so- so horribly." That's when the two of you realised what position you were in. Idia towered over you, hands on your cheeks, as you sat on your bed. It was highly improper. Your face went hot at the thought, steaming at the proximity. Idia's hair went from a light pink to a bright fushia, he stuttered and stumbled back, crashing into the dresser. 

"I-I'm s-sorry!" He yelped, cowering away from you. "That-that was so lame of me!" He muffled his embrassed yell with his hands. 

"No-no it's fine!" You stood up and tried to comfort him, hands hovering over his back. "Really, it's fine I don't mind!"

"You sure?"

"Yeah." 

Idia looked you in the eye, trying to gauge the verity of your statement. You stared back, eyes steady. The two of you stared at each other, silence enveloping the room. And for a single, halting moment, you wished that the moment would never end. 

Then- 

A knock and Silver's voice from behind the door. "(Y/N), Idia? I know you two are resolving things but dinner's ready. Just wanted to make sure you two are prepared..."

You jumped back and started to pat yourself down, avoiding eye contact with Idia. The boy laughed weakly and ran a shaking hand through his hair. 

"Guess we gotta do that boss fight now... Idk if I have the stats to survive Lilia's food..."

You gave a small chuckle at his joke. "Does anyone?"

"Silver and Malleus, they have to brave it like every week, right?"

"I thought they just magic it away when Lilia's not looking..."

"...That makes a lot more sense."

It was akin to a walk of shame as you and Idia entered the dining room, side by side. Crewel was absent once more, likely ordering an actually edible meal for himself. While the rest of the boys tried not to make it obvious, it was clear that they were all looking at you, trying to guess whether you both actually made up. 

"Koi fishie!" Floyd waved you over excitedly. "I saved you a seat!"

"Absolutely not!" Riddle snapped. "You'll only stress poor (Y/N) out! Come, sit with us, Trey and I saved you a seat!" Riddle smiled kindly, puffing out his chest like a robin would. It was adorable. 

Trey smiled at you and shrugged, face as bright as day.

"Would your high strung nature not stress the poor dear out even more?" Jade hit back. "Let her sit with some fun people, for once."

"(Y/N), want to sit next to Lilia and I?" Silver blinked innocently at you, offering an out from the cat fight.

"Ah- sure, I'd love to." You quickly sat down before another argument would break out.

Riddle puffed his cheeks out and Trey drooped down slightly. Maybe you made a mistake. Floyd and Jade looked unhappy too, but... asides from sitting like how cultists circle their prophet, there was no pleasing everyone.

Lilia offered you a fang-filled grin and gestured excitedly to the centerpiece meal on the table. "Gentlemen and dearest (Y/N), Trey and I have created the most scrumptious meal for your consumption this twilight. Methinks you all will enjoy it greatly."

Side-eyes were exchanged as you looked over the main dish with a critical eye. You could only hope Trey managed to rein Lilia in. A large platter of seafood sat on the giant plate, grilled fish and shrimp lay on a bed of decorative lettuce, the colours lacking the normal ashy black that Lilia's meals took the appearance of. But who would take the bait and reach for a bite?

Leona elbowed Ruggie and gestured to the platter. The hyena sighed, shrugged, and grabbed a slice of fish. You all watched on, concerned, as the hyena chewed on the piece of seafood. His face went through many expressions, suspense, shock, pleasant surprise, and finally, a look of joy as he swallowed down the fish. He gave a sharp grin at Trey in thanks for his service and immediately went to spear more and more fish for his plate. 

Ruggie's reaction encouraged you all to partake in the meal, and thank god. It seemed Trey's godlike cooking skills managed to triumph over Lilia's lack thereof. The chefs of the night glowed with pride as you all lavished praise on both of them. Silver and Malleus making the executive decision to find Trey's secret before the night was over. Money was exchanged under the table as you all betted on how Trey managed it, the secret groupchat flooded with messages as the group enjoyed the delicious meal.

☆Kay-kun☆: i bet trey locked up lilia in a kitchen cabinet!! he totes did all the cooking on his own lmao

Vil Schoenheit: No, obviously he took Lilia's cooking and threw it away while passing his dishes off as both of theirs. Lilia must have fell for it.

gamer-idia-1812: no no no its obvi tht trey cast a spell on lilia so hed be frozen + unable to unleash that horrible beast upon the world lolol

(Y/N) Aster: Maybe he had Lilia do the prep work while he handled everything else? Or got Lilia to wash the dishes while he did all the cooking.

❀✧★KALIM★✧❀: Maybe Lilia learnt how to cook!! I think he'd be a great one!!!

Silver: Kalim, I guarantee that is not the case.

Malleus Draconia, Crown Prince of Briar Valley: LILIA WILL NEVER BE GOOD AT COOKING.

Malleus Draconia, Crown Prince of Briar Valley: WHY ARE MY WORDS IN UPPERCASE?

Silver: Ah, young master, your caps lock button is on. Press the upwards facing arrow on the keyboard to turn it off

Malleus Draconia, Crown Prince of Briar Valley: THANK YOU SILVERJSKA;DLKDJLKLDLJKSKLGLHJKFDSGKDFLKHAHKL

(Y/N) Aster: Ah. Silver, maybe you should go help him?

Silver: (￣^￣)ゞ

Trey: Oh, I just asked Lilia to make the dessert while I cooked the main course. 

Jamil Viper: sorry, you WHAT

leona: if i die cuz of u, green haired bastard, i'll haunt you to your grave

Riddle Rosehearts: Perhaps it won't be that bad? Maybe the rumours were exaggerated.

Trey: Personally, I'd use the word understated

gamer-idia-1812: goodbye cruel world... maybe i'll meet the Premo in heaven

leona: a radish sprout like you will be fit in hell

gamer-idia-1812: lolol i'll see u all there

(Y/N) Aster: My mother paid the church a lot of money so that I wouldn't go to hell. I'll just roam the earth as a calamity-level ghost. 

Ruggie: The power of rich ppl astounds me...

❀✧★KALIM★✧❀: Oh! I should do that for all of us! So no one will go to hell ＼(≧▽≦)／

Jamil Viper: Kalim, don't waste your money doing something so stupid. Some people deserve to go to hell.

Azul Ashengrotto -50% off at Mostro Longue, Order today!-: Please, Jamil. You shouldn't be so antagonistic towards your upperclassmen! Maybe you should transfer to octavinelle to learn a bit of kindness from our Sea Witch.

Jamil Viper: I'd rather rot in hell.

Floyd >^)))<;～～: so no one won the bet? o(TヘTo) who does the money go to? (・・ ) ?

Trey: I think we should save it for the hospital bills

☆Kay-kun☆: ye just took a look at the kitchen, great idea trey!! 

Mini Theatre Trey: I looked forward in time, I saw 14,000,605 futures. (Y/N): In how many of those did we survive? Trey: 1. - (Y/N), monolouging like a drama queen: 。゜゜(´Ｏ`) ゜゜。 Everyone else: Wow, that fight got a little intense! I'm glad no one got hurt :) - Idia, in the common room: EMERGENCY MEETING! PLEASE HELP ME APOLOGISE TO (Y/N)!!!! Azul: But- Idia: I'll pay you like 3000 thaumarks Azul: Done!  Cater: Should this be, like, a group discussion?  Ruggie: Shut up I wanna see how much of a trainwreck it'll be.

and here is the fifth part of the beach ep. if you'd like to read the rest of the fic, you can read it on ao3 here, and on quotev here.

[strawberrymilk-sunshine]

Don't worry, I will care for you.

If it hides in the reef and has two sets of teeth that's... a moray.

Warning(s): poisoning, yandere Jade

"Ugh... thanks for taking care of me, Jade..." You said.

"No problem at all, (Y/N)." He responded, placing an empty bucket beside your bed for you.

You've been very sick all week. Just a fever, nothing to worry about...

Jade was actually beginning to enjoy taking care of you. It felt nice.

Oh... but your fever would be gone soon... how sad.

The day you finally got back to school, you were just miserable. You were dizzy, your head hurt, oh it was terrible...

Maybe you should keep yourself out of school, just for a few more days.

[Local Shrimp🦐]: Jade, I think I'm still sick... you wouldn't mind taking care of me for a few more days, right?

[Charming Moray🍄]: Of course not, (Y/N). Anything for you.

[Local Shrimp🦐]: Thanks Jade!

When you got back to Ramshackle, you immediately collapsed onto your bed.

You can only hope you feel better tomorrow.

You woke up, sweating profusely.

Your entire body hurt, you couldn't identify exactly where the pain was coming from, though...

You're hungry.

You got out of bed, wanting to go downstairs and get something to eat.

As you walked through the hallway, you suddenly collapsed. You weren't fully unconscious, but you definitely weren't all there.

"Oh dear, (Y/N)... are you ok...?"

Your vision way kind of blurry, but you could tell who it was. It was Jade.

"You were hungry, weren't you?" Jade asked, placing a hand on your face. "Well, lesson learned I suppose. You probably shouldn't get out of bed until we know you're better, unless you have to." Jade picked you up off the floor. "I'll take you back to your room. And don't worry, I'll bring you up some food when it's done cooking."

"Thank... you..." You said, breathing heavily.

"My pleasure, (Y/N)."

Huh...

Wasn't that weird? The way he said that?

Oh well, it's probably nothing...

Weeks passed.

Much longer than you expected this fever to last.

Poor Grim and the ghosts were so worried for you...

And you were sad about bothering Jade do much, but thankfully, he claimed to enjoy his time taking care of you.

But one day, one of the ghosts told you something.

"That nice boy that's been taking care of you... he's poisoning you."

"Poisoning me?" You asked. "No, that can't be possible!"

"I saw him making food for you. He put poison in there, he's the one keeping you sick."

Jade entered the room with a plate of food, and the ghost disappeared.

"(Y/N), I made some food for you!"

"O-oh, no thanks, I-I'm not hungry right now...." You nervously said. You didn't believe that Jade was poisoning you, but... it's better safe than sorry, right?

"Oh? What's the matter?" Jade asked. "Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, is it not? Why wouldn't you eat it?"

"I-I'm just not hungry, Jade."

"No, no, you should eat something."

"...Jade, not to sound rude, but... are you poisoning me...?" You asked, cautiously. Even if he is, he'll probably deny it.

"Oh, you realized?" Jade asked in response. "Yes, I have been. I'm surprised it took you this long to notice!"

"Wait, y-you're actually poisoning me?!" You yelled.

"Yes. And if you don't want me to give you a lethal dose, you'll continue to allow me to do so and care for you."

...

So this is your life now.

At least until Jade decides to stop poisoning you.

But who's to say he'll ever do that?

[toreii]

Lost in the Book with Stitch part 36

Disclaimer: This is a fan translation. I apologize for any mistakes. I’m by no means fluent in Japanese, but I try my best. Please, support the official translation when it comes out. Be kind and friendly, and feel free to support me by donating a ko-fi if you’d like. Link is in my description!

Notes: Fixed my little error from the previous update. Last update is actually part 35 and not 36. I apologize for that. Thank you again for your support.💖

Uninhabited Island - Cottage

Everyone: *eating*

Grim: “This fish is delicious~~!!”

Grim: “When I bite into the fluffy meat, the oil spreads inside my mouth...it's the best!”

Lilia: “Not only is the fish well cooked, but the sauce on it is also delicious.”

Jack: “Yes. It’s sweet and sour. Did you make it out of fruit?”

Jack: “The arrangement was beautiful, I didn’t think such a stylish menu would come out of an uninhabited island.”

Riddle: “That’s right. But, what surprised me the most…”

Riddle: “Is that it was Floyd who made this dish.”

Jack: “He quickly made it saying, ‘This is the most suitable thing to make’…”

Riddle: “Yes. He was very skillful. And, it’s so delicious…I’m honestly surprised.”

Lilia: “Floyd is a great chef!”

Floyd: “Oh? I’m being praised?”

Floyd: “It’s refreshing to receive such compliments~. Well, Azul isn’t always impressed as much.”

Floyd: “Keep praising me. Hey, hey, can you say it’s amazing?”

Riddle: “Uh…”

Floyd: “What’s wrong, your mouth is opening and closing. Have you become a real goldfish?”

Riddle: “…If you keep getting carried away, you’ll be in trouble! I won’t say it anymore.”

Floyd: “Oh, is that so? So then, you don’t need a seconds?”

Riddle: “Guh……a-about that…”

Jack: “It’s annoying, but…it’s so delicious! I want more!”

Floyd: “Oookay. I just finished making the acqua pazza. I made it with random fruits and herbs. It smells good, doesn’t it?”

Floyd: “Here, Sea urchin-chan. Eat up~.”

Jack: “Wow. It looks delicious…THANK YOU FOR THE FOOD!”

Floyd: “…So, what about you, Goldfishy? If you don’t want seconds, I can give your share someone else.”

Grim: “Yeah! Don’t worry! Don’t worry about a thing! If that’s the case, give it to me!”

Riddle: “It’s frustrating……but, I can’t go against hunger and this good smell.”

Riddle: “Kuh…!!”

Riddle: “…Floyd, your food certainly is delicious. Well, I too would like seconds…”

Floyd: “AHAHA! That’s good, that’s good~~~~!”

Floyd: “If you say so, let’s give it to you, Goldfishy-chan. Here you go.”

Riddle: “Ugh, I never thought the day would come when I succumbed to Floyd, but…it’s really delicious!”

Floyd: “Sea urchin-chan is also honest with his reaction. Why don’t you follow their example, Azul?”

Azul: “I compliment you as much as I can. Do you really want me to do that?”

Floyd: “Hmm……it would be disturbing if Azul treated me like that, so I guess it’s just the same.”

Floyd: “The boiled coconut milk is also done. Here, eat up too, Crabby-chan.”

Floyd: “Good job today.”

Ace: “Thanks! …mm, yummy!”

Ace: “It’s all thanks to Floyd-senpai, this food is more delicious even after being tired!”

Floyd: “What about Shrimpy-chan and Stitch? Is it good?”

Yuu:

“It’s delicious!”

“More, please!”

Ace: “Right!”

Ace: “Delicious food, a luxurious cottage, and a beautiful sandy beach...it's amazing to say the least.”

Ace: “The parasols and beach chairs placed in the shade look resort-like, and really make you excited.”

Ace: “Sitting here drinking some fancy tropical juice Floyd-senpai made…”

Ace: *gulp, gulp*

Ace: “Aaahhh—! Seriously, a luxury resort is the best! I’d ask Cater-senpai to take a picture if he were here.”

Azul: “I agree. I thought they were just going to repair what was broken...”

Azul: “The facilities are much better than in the morning. If you operate it as a hotel, you can make money!!”

Jack: “This entire time, that’s what you were actually thinking…”

Floyd: “I’m surprised. There are fences, furniture, and other things that weren't there when I made it yesterday.”

Floyd: “I personally like this hammock. It’s fun to sway in, and I feel like I can sleep well like this.”

Riddle: “Lilia-senpai gave me some advice on relaxing. He also made that hammock.”

Riddle: “Stitch seems to like the hammock, too. He was taking a nap in it a while ago.”

Riddle: “I hope everyone who gathered food can rest well.”

Riddle: “Lilia-senpai taught me real life knowledge you can’t get from books. I learned a lot.”

Jack: “I was surprised by Lilia-senpai and how quickly he worked, I thought there was no way I could lose…”

Jack: “Without using magic, he knocked down the tree in the blink of an eye.”

Jack: “I learned…how to use the body. I won’t lose next time.”

Lilia: “Kufufu. It would be great if everyone could enjoy using my experiences.”

Lilia: “I also made a swing on that palm tree over there!”

Lilia: “So, who want’s to try it out? I’ll push you from behind.”

Ace: “Nah, I’m not a child, so I’ll pass on doing that…”

Yuu:

“Grim, why don’t you go for a ride!”

Grim: “Eeh……wouldn’t there be something wrong with the swing Lilia made…won’t it explode?”

Lilia: “There’s no way it would.”

“I’m in your care.”

Ace: “You’re seriously riding that? …Ah. Well, you’re pretty excited, aren’t you?”

To be continued…

[the-knaves-world]

Y/N and the case of the anniversary. Vil x reader

Slight spoiler warning for book 5.

TW for brief mentions of food ig.

Just wanted some fluff of vil. Prolly ooc but idc rn.

gn!reader.

A little time to oneself was nice every once in a while, Vil concluded, as he hummed into the calm silence around him. No rook being, well rook. No epel being rambunctious. Yet...there was something missing. Something vil couldn't quite place.

'Now what could possibly be...' vil trailed off the thought when it occurred to him that you weren't there. He hadn't seen hide nor hair of you all day.

That is unusual, at least, on his day off that is. You aways made the effort to see him if you could.

"Hmph." Vil sighed and nodded his head to himself, he will take the initiative this time, it's only fair after all. Relationships take two.

Meanwhile in Ramshackle dorm (tbr in the SpongeBob narrators voice)

"Grim! I just bought all that tuna!" You yell, exasperated by your monster cat companion. "Yeah but all this fancy shmancy food is a once in a lifetime deal here!"

Grim throws his paws in the air, as is his tendency when excited or caught in an act he shouldn't be committing, like ya know, eating the food you had worked so hard for at mostro lounge.

"That is for vil!" Grim crosses his arms and hmmphs haughtily. "I don't see why he gets all your home cooking, we don't really get this good stuff much"

Grim had a point, but this was to celebrate with vil, alone, for the first time in months. You had really been looking forward to a fun time with vil tonight. I you weren't quick and careful, Grim would ruin the homemade dinner you had made.

Just as you were going to leap for Grim to rip him a new fur coat, the door swung open to reveal rook ad epel. "What are you guys doing here? Where's vil?"

As you look for any sign of vil with the duo grim had taken off for the food......only to be caught by rook. As you looked over, you see grim held by the scruff of his neck like a petulant kitten that didn't listen to mama about trying to go down steps for the first time.

You snicker at the thought. "We came to make sure you get a somewhat peaceful night." Epel pipes up with a sheepish smile on his face. "We figured you both would want a rare night to yourselves."

"Thank you guys so much, I got grim tuna but he doesn't want that. The only time he wants homemade food and it has to be tonight."

Rook stands silent, it is definitely unnerving. Finally rook nods slightly and simply starts to stride towards the open front doors.

Rook whispers something so low that you almost don't catch it. "He is on his way, happy anniversary"

Just like that and rook is out of sight. You turn to epel and see him surveying Ramshackle. "It looks nice!" The cleaning and the prep for a somewhat romantic dinner left the common room with a few candles and some indigo tablecloths to match the new black sofa and chair sets that were bought with some of the money from the VDC.

Thinking back to the VDC brought the thought of how vil asked you out in the first place. 'Never thought him one to ask questions like that, let alone to ask someone out after what had happened with neige and rook and just general nonsense.

"Thanks but I don't know if vil will think it's up to snuff" epel looks over, tilts his head slightly and then shakes his head. "He will like that you two get time alone without grim and other people hanging just out of view."

What epel says brings to mind the whole rook-stalking-you-and-vil-on-your-first-date thing.

"Thanks again for coming and helping me with grim epel." Now that you think about it..."how DID you know that grim wouldn't be with ace and deuce today?"

Epel laughs and says "call it bastards intuition but I felt like grim would want some of your attention today, what with vil being off today and all."

Epel shrugs and walks toward the doors and just before he closes them he calls over his shoulder "ya really gotta bring some homemade food to the dorm potlucks more often! It's better than the stuff lilia and jade make!"

As the door swings closed and your laughter echoes through the Ramshackle common room, just a bit more and vils' surprise will be ready!

You hear the doors open and know that it has to be vil. 'Didn't give him the OK to come in anytime for nothin' you think with a sarcastic huff.

You hear vil call for you and then you see him, in all his beauty. Hair completely down and in a dramatic smokey eye painted on his eyelids. 'How can one man be so beautiful?' Is the first thought that runs through your mind. The second thought however is 'are those dark wash blue jeans? And a white slightly oversized sweater?'

"Vil...you look." You hink you see a hint of doubt sweep over his purple eyes but it's gone before you can call him on it mentally.

Vil smiles, sweeps forward and pulls you against him, giving you a light kiss on the forehead. Then each of your temples. "I wanted something casual for once. I remember something about 'you would look so cute in an oversized sweater' so I decided, for once, cute it is tonight."

He finishes off with "you look stunning my love." Then he kisses your lips softly.

As he pulls back, just enough to look you in the eyes, he breathes "Happy anniversary my dear. May we enjoy a lifetime more of them."

As the words rattle around in your fog addled brain the thought occurs 'was that a proposal?'

[sadpearonmars]

15 questions meme

Tagged by @saiditallbefore :)

Are you named after anyone? Not really. I choose my name and I picked names that weren't emotionally connected. I considered using my grandfather's name but it is pretty common and a somewhat famous trans guy I can't stand has it.

When was the last time you cried? While watching the graveside flowers being left at Alexei Navalny's grave, seeing the crowds in the streets of Moscow risking their lives to pay their respects. Devastating. I struggled to write for a week after he died. Nalvany was four years older than me and I'd watched him work for a long time. His death felt like the destruction of something so irreplaceable and beautiful. But in the darkness of it, there were people finding themselves and the fortitude to keep going. Navalny's dream for the beautiful future of Russia will not die with his body.

Do you have kids? No. I have never wanted to be a parent. The moment I learned about pregnancy and what was possible when I was around 9-10 years old, I immediately began planning to get sterilized as soon as possible.

What sports do you play/have you played? None. I was not athletically gifted as a kid and opportunities/money were not something I had. I took fencing at university and loved it, but it's an expensive hobby.

Do you use sarcasm? I do, but I like to think I achieve a better balance of sarcasm and earnestness these days. Like a lot of people, I went through that very grim/sarcastic phase. But I value genuine enjoyment more. Death to cringe culture and people afraid to just enjoy things/let other people enjoy things.

What is the first thing you notice about people? Probably their clothes. If they have interesting accessories.

What is your eye color? Green, very green. Possibly the one thing about my physical form that has never disappointed me.

Scary movies or happy endings? Are we meant to think these things are mutually exclusive? Because I think they go together. Look on the very basic level I'm more likely to watch a scary movie just because most happy ending movies are relentlessly heterosexual and I find that boring.

What are your talents? I'm a good cook and baker. I can follow a recipe and improvise as needed. My particular traumas mean when someone needs emergency services I know how to get things done in a crisis and can save the freak out for later. I can spin endless stories.

Where were you born? In the Panhandle Plains of Texas, where the sky goes on forever. You can see a storm coming for miles. It was land that the Comanche roamed for generations, traversing the seas of grass and the Caprock. The second largest canyon in America is there and it is beautiful. They've reintroduced bison and they roam. It is stark and empty and terrible in some ways but also beautiful.

What are your hobbies? Reading, writing, gardening, doing the occasional fidgety crafty sort of thing. Casual bird watching from my windows. I like to try different things and I'm going to try weightlifting next.

Do you have any pets? A cat who is 21+ years old named Jasmine. She is pretty deaf and has two heated beds plus a heating blanket on the couch for her comfort.

How tall are you? Five foot four inches as I have been for about 30 years. Disappointing to me but probably ultimately irrelevant.

Dream job/career? I have now, which is to say I do not have a job. I'm a house husband and a writer. Work is a scam and we live in a capitalist hellscape. My dad spent his entire life doing a job he hated because it was wrapped up in the idea that a Man did certain things. The longest I ever stayed at a job was seven years, the shortest was one week. Quitting is always my favorite part.

Tagging a couple of people if you want to play the meme game @balconyskeletons @yourstrulyknits @by-ilmater @udunie @sineala

[faeriefrolic]

Sims Tag Meme

Thank you so much @cactusblossom for tagging me!!! This was really fun to do. I tag anyone who sees this if they want to do it too!

What’s your favorite sims death? The ranting about death is hilarious, Grim basically says fuck around and find out for that one lmao. I haven't personally seen it in game but it would be wild. But I have to go with the classic delete the pool ladder from ts1 and locking sims in a room with fireworks :)

Alpha CC or Maxis Match? Maxis match! I like my game to be colorful and cartoony.

Do you cheat when your sims gain weight? Nope! I like body diversity and it's a part of their life. The only times I would cheat their weight is if it was glitched (like Madeline and Tabby at one point with the gain weight from pregnancy mod. My sliders weren't playing nice and their animations/arms were messed up)

Do you use move objects? I do, for deco objects. I don't like using it for functional objects though because sims are dumb and can't route/interact with them if they're not placed normally. I like having playable homes/lots than just aesthetically pretty ones

Favorite mod?

First expansion/game/stuff pack you got? I started playing sims with ts1 when I borrowed it and the Livin Large EP from my brother. I still have all the ts1 cds in my room (but sadly no disc drive to put them in lol rip) For ts2 I *think* it was Open for Business, I remember making bookstores with it. For ts3 I bought base game + seasons bundled at Gamestop randomly one day and uhhh oops lol. I don't play ts4, but I have the base game + cats & dogs.

Do you pronounce “live mode” like aLIVE or LIVing? I pronounce it like aLive

Who’s your favorite sim that you’ve made? Crystal Leblanc, my little kitty faerie doll! She's an oc of mine and I love watching her get excited over tiny things and her cute faces. I also really love Pewter Dusk, he started as just a random sim request from @shuckleberrysims but I started a save with him and he's so adorable and fun. I love awkward fish genie.

Have you made a simself? I did long ago, but I don't think I even have their sim file anymore lmao

What sim traits did you give yourself? Cat Person, Bookworm, Shy, Supernatural Fan, Natural Cook

What is your favorite EA hair color? I don't think I really have one? I despise the gross green-brown preset in ts3 though, it's SO UGLY... especially when random generated sims had it, uuugh. So glad there's a fix for that now.

Favorite EA hair? A few Uni Life hairs are cute but my recent favorite is one that Mignonette has as a teen/ya. It's a rly cute messy updo hair with a bandana bow. She aged up into it as a teen and it looked really cute on her so I kept it! It's from Master Suite stuff!

Favorite life stage? I think you can guess lmao

Are you a builder or are you in it for the gameplay? Gameplay, I cannot build to save my life, I make ugly boxes

Are you a CC creator? No, but I'm interested in learning more about it, I've been fiddling with ITUNs in s3pe and such. I've made mods for Skyrim but I'd like to make more sim downloads (I need to put the Dusks up for download if I track down their cc...)

Do you have any simblr friends/a sim squad? 2016 switter gang hi!!! It's been a long time and a few of them are no longer on simblr. but I like to think I have some friends on here, though I'm very shy and go on hiatuses a lot

What’s your favorite game? TS3! I wish I could play ts1 again though :(

Do you have any Sims merch? No but I should get some...

Do you have a YouTube for sims? No, I'm pretty self conscious of my voice and I'm afraid of my game error 12'ving or crashing while recording lol. I do stream in discord though

How has your “sim style” changed throughout your years of playing? When I started playing I had very minimal cc and was very vanilla. Then I got into berries after discovering simblr, and I really like all the different colors and fun designs. I just think they're neat.

What’s your Origin ID? Honestly I don't know and I don't wanna open origin lol

Who’s your favorite CC creator? Oh gosh too many... too many slkdfjlf but to name a few off the top of my head, @sim-songs, @nectar-cellar, @poisonfireleafs hair, @xiasimla, @teekapoa

How long have you had a simblr? Since 2013! All of my older posts are gone now though when I deleted them years ago :( I wish I could look back on them. Wayback machine doesn't load the pictures and only has a few pages of my old blog.

How do you edit your pictures? I used edit with actions in photoshop before I got reshade. Now I just use @erasabledinosaur's wonderful presets 💗 I'm currently using Papercut and sometimes Strawberry Rhubarb!

What expansion/game/stuff pack is your favorite so far? Honestly, University Life will always have a place in my heart as it was the first EP I bought after base game + seasons. I have really fond memories of my simself running around the uni world exploring everything about ts3, everything was so new and exciting to me. and I love the uni townies! Especially Cid and Shea. I made ocs that are loosely based on them. (Very loosely since my Cid is nothing like EA Cid lmao)

What expansion/game/stuff pack do you want next? Well since EA abandoned ts3 all I can ask for is the game magically becoming 64 bit 🙃

[hajimeshoe]

Home

Twisted Wonderland MC had returned home, but they can't help but miss everyone from NRC...To their surprise (and great misfortune) they don't have to! After all, Leona's started to care for you and he never said you could leave.

You looked around after stepping through the mirror. Crowley had finally found a way to return you home. You should have been happy - ecstatic to finally be able to catch up on your shows, talk to your friends, continue on with your life -

But you weren't.

You couldn't bring yourself to be happy after so long in Twisted Wonderland. Running around with Ace and Deuce, cuddling with Grim like he was a stuffed animal, studying with Jack, learning Fae history from Lilia, midnight walks with Malleus...it was all too ingrained in your mind and memory now.

Your friends at Night Raven College had become your family over your year there.

And now you had to let them go?

You tried your best. Got back into your day-to-day routine of school, work, and social media.

You tried to ultimately distract yourself from the pain in your chest when you watched Alice in Wonderland and couldn't help but see Riddle in the Queen, or when you'd watch the Lion King and See Ruggie and Leona in Scar and the Hyena's.

You missed them all so much when you remembered Vil's scoldings and Cater comforting you after a bad dream.

You tried to cook but would end up crying and wishing you could help Trey bake tarts one more time.

Your family wondered why you were acting so odd and crying at small stuff. Your friends were mad that you were pulling away from them. Over the course of a few months, you had become a shut-in on par with Idia.

You groaned as our alarm beeped, letting you know it was time to get up. You slammed your hand on the snooze button. But you didn't have the energy to get out of bed yet. Your mind raced, all the things you had to do today coming to mind.

You just stared at the ceiling.

What was the point? It wasn't like you'd actually go anywhere, you could hardly even pay attention in class anymore after your year of learning about magic.

'Although, Riddle could be on my case by now'

You shook the thought out of your head and sat up. Riddle would have been on your case about school work as he was with Ace and Deuce. You had no Dorm Lead, so he took you under his wing and practically adopted you into Heartslabyul.

But that wasn't worth thinking about right now.

Twisted Wonderland was a different world - one you would likely never see again.

There was no point in dwelling on the impossible.

A loud thud down the stairs had your attention. You froze and your heartbeat picked up. Was someone in your house? You parents should have been at work!

Did someone break in?

A robber, maybe?

Footsteps were on the stairs. A quick pace, clearly not trying to be quiet. Did they think no one was home?

You scanned your room for something to barricade your door or a place to hide. Before you could move, the door slammed open.

"There ya are, Herbivore. Hurry up and get your shit together so we can go."

"LEONA?!"

Leona Kingscholar stood in your doorway in all his glory. His messy hair in a low ponytail, his green eyes had an irritated look.

He scoffed. "Good, you didn't go blind while you were here. Now hurry up and don't make me repeat myself."

You scrambled out of bed to grab a bad and started throwing in clothes, hygiene products and anything else you might have needed. Did Leona come to bring you back? But Crowley himself sent you away. Wait-

"How are you here?"

He let out a slight growl. "Ain't it obvious? Draconia."

Ahh. That explained a lot. Malleus was a strong mage and had always had a soft spot for you.

But him and Leona working together? You looked out your window, half expecting to see a flying pig.

Nope.

They had actually decided to work together just to bring you back.

"I'm ready!" You announced, standing up with your bag in hand.

"Perfect. Let's go home."

[maguro13-2]

The Dark Picture ~ Origins of the Ink Demon : Operation Drawcia Pt. 10.5 ~

[Reaper's Throne Room - Hang Castle/Mystic Mansion]

*Door opening*

Seto : Boy! Konami doesn't sure give up that easily.

Solva : You said it. Defeating a human-face fish was really an organic alien to Red Falcon. I can't believe that other Eggman from another dimenison has run off and Sonic went on his own.

Seto : So, Solva. Guess who's cooking for dinner tonight. So what shall it be, I once had a meal every day and every night, so think it's worth saving cleaning up the dishes for tonight's feast?

Solva : Sure, I would honored to be doing cooking.

Seto : Master, we're back from our trip in Greece. Yeah, we may have found the Eggman Nega, but we were caught with one of Konami's leftovers.

Grim (Metal Sonic) : Konami, you say? That card-playing company never gives up, do they? Well, I must concern that you did fine job on finding Eggman Nega, but I guaranteed that I made some contact with the doctor at his castle, he says that needs some defenses to be lighten up. It could be DWMA or the Black Arms that are invading this castle.

Seto : Yep. I had to set up those defenses that needed to be installed. Here's a little trick, see this fire technique I've been doing? (shows a little flame on her finger) This is going to be the technique that will light the defenses that will scare the enemy intrusion away. Anyhow, why does the mad scientist wanted to bring you there for to make defenses at his castle. Why does mad a scientist owns a castle in a first place?

[RELICS - Hideaki Kobayashi]

Grim (Metal Sonic) : Because, Seto. This fortress and this castle was built by me along with Robotnik himself, Robotnik said he wanted a castle Death God of Mobius himself, I humble my deeds that we would start building another caste I created it for defenses. It's called Cryptic Castle.

Seto : Cryptic Castle? Wait, you created another castle for that mad scientist?

Solva : Yeah, what does a mad scientist have to do with castles? Oh I get it, this castle built by him was created to protect you, master Grim. His robots would able to make you as their men to serve with you for a long time, it's glad that I had to figure it out. But while we weren't looking, why did Sonic Heroes infiltrated your castle that we used to work at?

Grim (Metal Sonic) : Ever since Metal Sonic's rebellious crimes, Metal Sonic wanted to take over my thrown and would steal everything from the doctor for his betrayal, he only used Sonic Heroes to lure them out as bait so that he would bring conquest to this planet.

Solva : Some robots gotta know their place when it comes to rebel against others, I prefer rebellion to "Revolution" and much of that, I always "EXTORT" them for the intrusions that causes every machine's problem, the "X" makes it so sound cool.

Seto : That's your word of enthusiasm, Solva. You know what you gotta do, what I gotta do my forself. [To Grim] So, umm, master. When will I help out the Doctor's defenses at the Castle?

Solva : Maybe it's your luck that the doctor has got something do with robots after Metal Sonic is on restrictions for his rebellious crimes. (she is shown at a table having a tea party with her stuffed animals and a Chao) So what's the occasion on the new defenses for Cryptic Castle?

Grim (Metal Sonic) : Once we get all the defenses we can finally Show Black Doom his own place, the doctor has gotten something with the meanings of having a confrontation with Black Doom.

Solva : I wonder who's gonna look after the ARK while it's nothing personal that it hasn't been used the incident four years ago--(hears door opening) Hmm? Look who's coming back, I bet it's the edgelord who wants to comeback for something.

[Master C - Sota Fujimori]

Seto : Thank the Death Gods, this better be important! Sorry there Shadow Ol' buddy, that's all the information that we given you, but there is no way that you're--(turns and sees Shadow, but the color of his stripes, shoes, and bracelets are yellow) Yellow?

Solva : Hey, this Shadow looks different, it has yellow stripes. But the depsite the eyes red, I wonder why it has different color.

Grim (Metal Sonic) : (realizing) Wait a second. Something's not right here. Seto, Solva, Enemy Intrusion! Secure everyone in the perimeter!

Seto : But why, Grim? It's only Shadow with a yellow color, there's nothing wrong with him and he's just a fellow guy who always happens to have a--(The Yellow Shadow points his gun at her as she points her gun at him as well) Just as I expected! Put the gun, Shadow! Why are you here!? What's with you doing the Gun thing in 2005, Hedgehogs can't hold guns! But Shadow, he was the hedgehog to use a weapon. [To viewers] And remember kids, violence is always not the answer.

Solva : That Yellow Shadow has a gun! Why would Yellow Shadow has a gun in his hand!

Egg Pawn : Miss Seto, Miss Solva, Master Grim! That Yellow Shadow who came to this castle...he's one of our creator's machines! Master Grim...[in slo-motion] THE YELLOW SHADOW'S AN ANDROID!

Yellow Shadow (?) : !! (Shoots at the Egg Pawn, killing him)

Seto : No! Ngh! *GUNSHOT* AAAHH! (Seto and Shadow struggles to fight) No way! Why didn't anyone tell me that you are a machine!

Solva : Seto! Hang on! I'll knock him out with this one! HI-YAH!

*SMASH!*

*Electrical zapping*

Solva : That was too close. I managed to use this hockey stick when you and Eve were playing Ice Hockey together, remember?

Seto : Good thinking, Solva. Yes, I played Ice Hockey before, Eve Neuschwanstein was a sports enthusiast. (images shows Eve in various sports) Famous Soccer Ball girl, doing kayaking, hang gliding, rock climbing, and all sorts of kind sports in her life. Plus, Eve also did a little grinding with soap shoes during the Space Colony Ark incident.

Solva : Oh my, I bet she could even do kickboxing at martial arts class during that time of year. When did anyone says Eve Neuschwanstein's a sports enthusiast? Can't get enough of that action.

Seto : Alright, Yellow Shadow or your name isn't...

Shadow Android : Shadow Android...It's Shadow Android. Plus, the yellow shadow you encountered with is also an android.

Seto : You're android as well I see. Well, let's have an agreement that we should get this settled. You know, I'm not into tin cans like you that's very clever that we'll get to the bottom of this!

Eve Neuschwanstein : Seto! I have problem here with my chinese food to get here! I placed an order with my kung pao chicken with a side of soup, but this guy wouldn't let get delivery. That android kept on messing with my deliveries with him and his army?

Seto : Oh really, Eve? You placed an order for your food and you didn't get your lunch on time. So what kind group of buds that are blocking delivery man to deliver your lunch? Him and what army?

Eve Neuschwanstein : That's rhetorical question of Him and what army, Seto. That'll be the Shadow Android Army.

*DBZ SFX : Surprise*

[Shadow Android by Jun Senoue Plays]

Solva : What the-!? That's an army of Shadow Robots!

Seto : So this black yellow-stripe bastards has been leading them into castle the entire time. I bet this one of Metal Sonic's tricks again!

Yellow Shadow Android : No, we've come here in order to help Grim out with the doctor's orders. And these guy behind me are programmed not to talk, only I am the one who is talking.

Seto : You sly machine dog. You've been telling me that it was you ordered the Shadow Android to betray Metal Sonic during his rebellious crimes! I've know that Metal Sonic was pleaded guilty for that, did he tried to control when your real creator Eggman was planning on using you.

Yellow Shadow Android : Yes, but that Blue Mechanical menace was going to use us in the wrong hands! So I helped the doctor out by making himself as the client to those detectives that wanted to stop Metal Sonic's crime.

Seto : Wait a second, You helped Eggman out by ordering the Chaotix to sacrfice your own men! You did that! You ordered the Shadow Androids to put a stop to Metal Sonic's crimes. But why on earth would you do it?

"Why on earth would another Shadow do it?"

"Was this all a trick just to be fooled by those who committed other crimes as well?"

"I wonder what's the world going to become of him?"

~ Mission 09 : Rise of the Shadow Androids ~

[galaxythixf]

@fatexbound said: Someone had tipped Rise off about their birthday and the first thing she did upon waking up was figuring out a normal kind of present without being too flashy. Naoto was a simple, no-nonsense person and with how tired they were lately, she thought they looked a little slimmer the last time they crossed paths. Now, she knew that her cooking was... too spicy for anyone, so she looked up some tutorials online. The result was a fairly simple bento with all the essential nutrients: rice, some salad, and a nice piece of chicken with some tiny tomatoes provided by Yu's little garden. She owned him a lot for helping her. Once it was prepared and ready, she waited until they walked by the tofu shop, and waved at them. "Oh, Naoto-kun! Wait!" The idol stepped out with the box in her hands and beamed at her friend. "This is for you. I promise it's not spicy or terrible! I had my grandma and Yu-senpai test taste it. So, um, happy birthday!" Naoto's Birthday! || Accepting

Today's events were nothing but a reminder of what lonesome air embraced them for years and continued to remind them of their lack of intimate bonds that they were seemingly satisfied without. Despite their grandfather's efforts to encourage them they weren't sold on the idea that friends were necessary or perhaps they were just afraid to admit that making them proved difficult for a myriad of reasons. Their shortcomings were often difficult for them to wrestle with, perhaps too aware of them to face them without a little emotion ruining their efforts. Birthdays were grim reminders rather than joyful experiences and they aren't sure when the transition took place that altered their line of thinking but now it's stuck.

Working on their birthday had become somewhat of a habit. Despite their grandfather's pleas to enjoy the day they were usually insistent that they put more focus on their career than personal matters. Whether that's to escape the gnawing feeling or actually sharpen their skills is up for debate. Although, a day's work already comes to a close when they pass by the Tofu shop and suddenly a wave pulled them from their thoughts. Blinking, they turn to look at the Idol with mild surprise and then the bento held out to them. Horror stories about their friends' cooking suddenly reminded them that there was a chance this wouldn't be edible but her reassurance does help tempt them.

A smile is their answer, at first. It's really just a plain, small smile but this gesture alone is enough to make them feel … appreciated? They hadn't asked for anything or even acknowledged the day but it seems Rise had it committed to memory. "Thank you," gently they take the bento into their hands before they realize they aren't exactly in a place to have a meal. Awkwardly they try to find the words, fumbling in the process. "Would … you want to join me then? You should at least see how I like it, right?"

[caerozades]

Hawks knew that there would be a time where everything he worked for will tumble in a such a rate that can never be repaired. Being a person who was exposed to the horrors of the society they lived in, Hawks never believed that will be a moment wherein he could claim something as his. There is always something to lose in every joys he experienced and as much as he hated it, he knew for a fact that the world works only to favor those who are chosen by the people.

Don't get him wrong, he is also aware of the people who adore him so much but for him, they are just actors who play in this twisted illusion he called life. Those people may love him now but they can be also be the ones who are easy to believe in anything laid out to them.

Was he being a pessimist? Maybe. But as he stared down at the busy streets of Kyoto, he couldn't stop thinking of the possible consequences of the job he accepted. It was for the better good but Hawks can already see what people would do once they knew that the hero they adore is someone who's currently working with the enemy.

The commission had been wary about the league of villains and although they never told him directly, Hawks had an eerie feeling that the president was cooking something up.

And boy he was right.

He just got home from an away mission when his handler, Mr. Takashi, appeared at his doorstep with a grim face.

"What's with the long face, Takashi? Do I look too ugly to be an eyesore?" He greeted as he let the man walked in his apartment.

Takashi handed him thick folder as he walked past the hero. "The league are being bolder with their attacks," he started, eyeing Hawks as the latter followed him in the living room. The winged hero watched as his handler plopped on the sofa and closed his eyes. This is not going to end good, was all he thought as he waited for the man continued.

After a minute, Takashi looked at the folder that Hawks was holding. "They are getting more and more dangerous. Although we have AFO in our custody, the president doesn't want to risk getting lax especially with a deranged leader like Shigaraki," Takashi's gaze hardened as he looked at Hawks. "And since you weren't in Kamino when they heroes were called-"

Hawks held up his index finger, "correction, YOU told me not to go," he cut off, annoyed with how his handler glared at him. Takashi is a type of man who doesn't want to get interrupted and Hawks was aware of that (and had been very careful not to piss off his boss) but he could never let the man change the narrative. He wanted to go and was about to when Takashi ordered him to stay back and let the others take charge. "I ain't gonna allow you to make up a story and you know that," he explained.

"Fine," Takashi gruffed. It took a minute before he continued, "We thought it was best for you not to go because of this task that we want you to do."

Hawks sighed. "Are you asking me to be a spy?" He knew it was a stupid question but he wanted to hear it directly from his handler.

"This is a no-brainer, Keigo," Hawks flinched. "Playing dumb is cute but in situations like this, I don't think it is a smart thing to do." It's really not, Hawks mused.

Takashi took his phone out and began typing. From where the hero was sitting Takashi looks like he was composing an email.

Working in the HSPC means having the ability to be efficient and quick. Even though Hawks didn't take the assignment, Takashi made it look like he already did because he was typing like a madman and Hawks' phone was vibrating non-stop. His agency had already closed for the day which could only mean that the mails were coming from the man sitting in front of him.

He rolled his eyes. He never get to decide for himself. The commission was doing everything for him and it's starting to suffocate him. Being a pawn for the majority of your life suck but as much as he wanted to leave, his love for keeping the society safe weighs more than anything else.

It was after a few minutes when he stood up and walked towards his kitchen. The tapping sounds were starting to drive him mad and losing his patience in front of his handler would be that last thing he wanted to do. Not tonight, he thought as he grabbed a bottle of liquor in his fridge.

Once he poured himself a glass, he went back to the living room and leaned against Takashi's seat. "Are there any limits to this mission?" he inquired, taking note of how his handler tensed with the mention of limitations. It has been known among the commission that when it comes missions like this, there is no such thing as "restrictions". You have to do what you have to do in order to accomplish the task.

Hawks was hoping that his handler would tell him some but that hope dissipitated when Takashi shook his head. "Of course," since when did they even care for you? Nobody knows but those who work for the commission that everyone, including those who have a huge reputation, who vowed to the commission tend to get their hands dirty on a daily basis.

He could still remember the first time he had to kill a person. He was barely a teen when the commission sent him in a foreign mission to catch the villain that was known in the underworld to work with the AFO. As a kid who knew nothing but to impress the people who took him in, Hawks was vibrating with excitement when his handler told him that he'll be going overseas for a mission.

A child would always seek for the adults' approval. It is something the even if one tries to defy, they would always look for something that could catch the adults' attention. Hawks wanted to make his handler and his teachers proud so as he jumped out of the military aircraft, he couldn't think of anything but to tell the people who raised him how he was able to catch the villain himself.

Hawks was in a dark alley, chasing the villain's partner when he sensed it. Be vigilant, was the mantra he kept playing in his mind as he walked blindly with a sharpened feather held tightly in his hand. His teammates were talking but he didn't bother to repond nor update them where he was because they were using a different language. Hawks had just started learning how to speak English and with the stress of the mission, he wasn't able to communicate with other people. Takashi was the only one who could help him but the man was in the aircraft, helping the team track down the location of the villain.

One thing he learned in the private lessons he had was to look for the enemy's weakness. It was the easiest yet the most challenging thing to do since it requires a lot of analyzation of the villain. Their behaviors and the little bit of information were enough to assess if they have something that the heros could use to get to them. And Hawks was confident that the person h was following was the key to make the enemy reveal himself. Even then, he never had any restrictions since the higher ups were confident that Hawks would be able to do everything with finesse.

A young hero with incredible speed for his own liking.

It happened so fast that Hawks couldn't even remember how his body reacted and immediately went into full fighter mode when the person he was following tackled him. In his defense, he was a child. A young hero who still had a lot to learn yet was in no position to decline anything that was given to him. He let his instincts control the situation and after a few minutes, he just found himself panting heavily and staring at the lifeless body of a man drowing in his own blood.

Hawks took a huge gulp of his beer, silently hoping that the liquor was strong enough to take the image out of his head. They say that a person's first kill will be the one that would be remembered the most. It was rather unbelievable but as Hawks tried to fight off the shiver running through his spine, he could't fathom how that day took away the remaining innocence of his past self.

"Everything you might need, backgrounds, possible locations and weakest links, should be in the mails I've sent you. Although I know you'll do your own research," Hawks deapanned, "Don't give me that look, Hawks. I know you have a lot of connections and there is a high possiblity that you already knew more than we do but please, take a look on the files I sent you and also on that folder. It is important that you know everything you need before proceeding with this mission." Takashi stood up and turned to face the hero. "We expect good results, Hawks."

"Yeah, yeah. Since when did I even fail you guys?"

"Don't let this be your first," was all Takashi has said before leaving Hawks alone.

His mind is getting haywire. It always does whenever Takashi asks him to do something for the commission.

There is nothing more heinous than someone digging a grave of their own.

He doesn't want to do it.

Oh how he wishes he has an option to opt out. Spying on the league sounds like a death wish yet there's a small voice in his mind that urges him to do it. To work his ass off in order to satisfy the people who ensured the position he has right now.

Hawks hates it but what can he do? He had been a pawn his entire life, what's another mission to add to his suffering, right?

Oh... let me get out of this hellhole.

I'm pretty sure this was the first draft I had for beneath the burning pyre. Lately, it's been a little difficult to get in the right headspace when writing an update - it took me a long time before I could post the last chapter because I got so busy with school and like I said above, it's getting hard to get in the right mood every time I plan to write an entry for the next chapter. I still plan to finish this story because I love dabihawks and I just like to dive more into their relationship in the story (considering that they're still a little vague) but it'll take longer before I can post again *sighs*

[magicjoint]

[Meat] It’s just a slab of meat of unknown origin. Uncooked, but oddly warm.

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“Ah, so this must be the contribution of Ramshackle dormitory!” A titter leaves Azul’s lips as he takes a glance at the slab of raw meat unceremoniously placed upon the table. “It certainly is what one would expect of the dormitory, I must admit.” He finally turns back to Yuu, an eyebrow raised. “How are the renovations going, by the way? I assume the dormitory must have at least proper electricity now, after you’ve declined my generous offer to be of aid.” 

ghosts were mischievious. yuu didn't need to be told that twice, as they currently lived with a few of them. but when they thought of mischievious, they weren't quite thinking suddenly being given some ... kind of meat as they were leaving for the party before waving them off. something about the ghosts not being able to attend the party themselves. which was a bit rude. then again, were the ghosts even students here? or had they just been here for a long while?

regardless, they weren't quite wanting to carry this around all day. and grim had already voiced his disapproval about it as they were walking in before disappearing (presumably to be far away from it). so alas, that left the human with their new meat buddy. one they wanted to get away from. that'd be easy enough though ; just find a table and leave it there. what could go wrong with that?

... everything. everything could go wrong.

it wasn't hard to miss the way their shoulders tensed up at the familiar voice, yuu needing to hold back a scowl from forming before glancing over at him. if it weren't for the fact this was a party, they would've already taken the chance to walk away. but parties meant that people were always watching, and unless they wanted to start some unnecessary gossip, this was something they couldn't quite walk away from yet. forced conversation wasn't something they were unfamiliar with, however.

" you can thank the resident ghosts in the dorm. apparently they were saving this for something like this, but they couldn't come themselves. so they gave it to me. not gonna let anyone try and eat it though, since they didn't cook it ... " hey, it was the truth. but now that they've said it ... how long was this meat being stored for? oh great, now they couldn't just leave it. it could be years old! sure, there wasn't anything to suggest it was rotting, but yuu wasn't going to take the chance and find out! seemed like they'd need to stay close to this table for the night ... or begrudgingly carry it around with them. or they could just chuck it in the bin.

part of them felt guilty thinking about it that way though. they'd keep it here. and chuck it on their way back. yeah.

" and the house is practically falling to bits. the outside is fine but until i can make sure the roof and flooring doesn't fall apart, i can't actually sort out the electric. we've just been using candles and stuff. it's not that bad. " it was that bad. but they weren't gonna say that. what were they looking for, pity? from him? nope. not after the last time.