#i think the only reason you need to be socially ~excused~ from eating food you dont like without being seen are rude for it

[weird-arcanefangirl]

Rainy Days

TW:signs of depression, blood(described), wounds and later chapters WILL discuss suicide and self harm. If you are triggered by these themes do not read this. I will make happier stories

I do not relate to this, and this might not be accurate. My grammar and writing abilities aren’t good, please correct me or give me constructive criticism ❤️ also, this story was !!!PERFECTED!!! with AI, I wrote it myself, everything, but because I’m German and my whole family doesn’t know much English, this is one of my only options. I have the original where I wrote it into my notebook and made notes for myself and I still have it in it’s earlier stages (I already wrote much more when I was younger, my grammar was pretty bad tho) if anyone wants proof (the notebook) I’ll release it on @toulouseradiosilence <3

enjoy!

Chapter 1: Rose

I wake up to the sound of rain pouring onto the roof. The first thing I do after lying on my side for another 5 minutes is to look at the alarm clock. The time it’s displaying is barely visible, yesterday’s meal is standing in front of it. Would you call that dinner or breakfast? It was at about 4AM, so I’m not really sure, but it also does not matter, so I shove the leftover ramenbox and cheap diet lemonade off of the bedside table. The bottle shatters on the floor, startling me. Besides the cars, rain and airplanes outside this is the first noise I’ve heard today, and probably one of the ones I will hear. I finally look at the time. 10:30 AM. I’m not late to anything, I haven’t been late to anything in months.. or years. Because there is nothing to be late to. Nobody needs me, I’m not part of this “system”. And I think that’s not as bad someone would expect. I don’t have any responsibilities whatsoever. I don’t have to take part in this society, I can do whatever I want. And I choose to lay in my bed, draw or sleep. I have food in my storage (ramen, diet lemonade/ water). Sometimes I crave foods I used to eat when I was younger, but it’s certainly not worth going to the store for. Some days I eat a lot, some I don’t eat at all. Most days, actually. Some days I don’t get out of bed and some I don’t even wake up. Others I don’t sleep. Sometimes I look at drawings or other posts on tumblr. That’s all I really do. Sometimes I think about signing up and posting my drawings, but I’m not good with social stuff and this is too social for me in many ways, so I don’t. I have to go to the toilet, which is pretty unusual for me, considering i barely drink anything. I don’t want to get up though, so I continue lying in my bed for another 20 minutes, until I feel too uncomfortable. I sit up and put my feet into the ground. Something sharp cuts into one of them. I don’t do anything; I don’t even look down to see what just hurt my foot. Another minute of just sitting there and staring goes by until I decide to check. A piece of a broken diet lemonade bottle. I stand up and shove the trash under my bed, I didn’t remove the shard. I start walking. The cut stings. I really do not care though. Dragging myself into the bathroom, I push the door open and catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, but I quickly look away. I sit down onto the toilet and.. pee.. yeah, I pee. Afterwards I continue sitting on the toilet and my eyes trail along the way I was walking on, from the toilet to to the door. The door is open. I live alone. There’s a trail of blood on the floor. What? Oh. It’s my blood. Wait, yeah, of course it is. Who else’s would it be? I put my leg into the other to look at my foot. The shard is still in there. I actually kind of panic because it looks really, really bad. Almost my whole foot is cut open. And THAT is a reason to stay in bed all day (as if I wouldn’t do that anyway.. but now I have an excuse, I guess.) I limp over to my bed, but before laying down I check whether I still have some water. Luckily, I do. So I let myself fall onto the bed back first, take a chug of water and start to sleep.

Next chapter will probably release next week❤️

omg I just read through it and the amount of typos I made?? Guys pls tell me if there are mistakes this is embarrassing 💀😭

Also I hate the pace, its so fast…

[radioactivewisdom]

Hey so this is i guess controversial as opinions here vary a lot but im curious about your thoughts specifically. Do you think men are the way they are more so due to their biology or socialization?

lets take cheating, promiscuity and all around. I think we both heard enough stories or even self assesments from men that let us know they are constantly looking for/at other women, some even while being in a commited relationship still fantasize about sleeping with other women, daily. Ive seen men rationalize it as the biological urge that is just independent of logic and too strong to control. Do you believe being loyal and faithful to just one partner is simply against mens biology or is it a piss poor excuse for them having low boundaries/morals/different socialization? i was observing this since years and it seems like all i hear/see is the way they cant focus on one woman but instead fantasize of others pretty much constantly (and the horrid side of thinking of others even as they sleep w their partner), the way they strive to have more women and the ones who don’t actively do it still wish for it and their main or maybe…only reason for staying loyal is that they are unable to attract someone. I started to wonder if this is maybe not so much socializing men to be the „go getters” and teaching them to place so much of their worth on how many women they can ”get” since they are young (i think we can agree it is the case pretty much all over the world in terms of raising boys) but maybe it really is something wired in their very nature, we are mammals after all. [ to clarify I am talking specifically about instances when the relationship is a ”happy relationship” i think then theres bigger tendency for men to still seek out ”new” women in some bigger or smaller ways - i understand some individuals of both sexes are able to and do cheat but i still see notice some patterns]

Do you see these tendencies i mentioned as inherent to men or is it a byproduct of cultures?

Id love to hear what you see in all of that, always insightful & i can tell both your knowledge&reflection are quite vast

have a good day! x

Biology influences all of us, although it can be tamed. Take eating for example, your body sends signals of hunger so that you seek nourishment. We actually don’t need much to be satisfied, but many become addicted to the high from certain foods or over eating. Although humans have the opportunity to rise above, and sex is an even stupider vice because it’s not necessary for one’s own survival.

Sex is especially satisfying for men, because it’s extremely easy for them to experience a rush of dopamine. It’s harder for women due to our anatomy. Even when feminist speak about the orgasm gap, nature still made having a p*nis more efficient at reaching climax. Men become addicted to this sensation, and it’s easy for them to get, thus fueling their obsession further. So all women are targets to them, because they are basically guaranteed a brain wave of happy chemicals.

There’s also the fact that heterosexual sex is naturally unequal because being penetrated is VERY different than doing the penetrating. Hence males complex and feeling dominate and powerful from having sex. Just like food addiction can lead one to being 500 pounds, sex becomes all consuming for men. They’re addicts and their behavior reflects that.

I don’t believe in male socialization. Some female socialization exists, but mens behavior is completely natural. If anything, their socialization is the absence of any restrictions on their conduct. That’s why all control is imposed on women. It’s accepted that men are chimps who will perv out, so it’s women who are made to cover up. Female socialization is just an attempt at minimizing predation. Thats why men in relationships eventually blow, because they’re incapable of keeping up the act any longer. The average man’s ideal life is sitting back while women serve him, especially sexually. They’re mad when anything more is expected of them. They admit themselves that they’re dogs, women are the only ones truly trying to deny their inclinations and write it off as “a lack of education/training.”

Culture is a reflection of human behavior. What happens behind closed doors will manifest publicly as well. Again, both women and men can ignore biological longings gone awry, most just choose not to. Feeling good physically is more important to them. Thank you for the question, and I appreciate hearing that you enjoy my insights.

[gaywattpadstorykid]

Rainy Days

TW:signs of depression, blood(described), wounds and later chapters WILL discuss suicide and self harm. If you are triggered by these themes do not read this. I will make happier stories

I do not relate to this, and this might not be accurate. My grammar and writing abilities aren’t good, please correct me or give me constructive criticism ❤️ also, this story was PERFECTED!!! With AI, I wrote it myself, everything, but because I’m German and my whole family doesn’t know much English, this is one of my only options. I have the original where I wrote it into my notebook and made notes for myself and I still have it in it’s earlier stages (I already wrote much more when I was younger, my grammar was pretty bad tho) if anyone wants proof (the notebook) I’ll release it on @toulouseradiosilence <3

enjoy!

Chapter 1: Rose

I wake up to the sound of rain pouring onto the roof. The first thing I do after lying on my side for another 5 minutes is to look at the alarm clock. The time it’s displaying is barely visible, yesterday’s meal is standing in front of it. Would you call that dinner or breakfast? It was at about 4AM, so I’m not really sure, but it also does not matter, so I shove the leftover ramenbox and cheap diet lemonade off of the bedside table. The bottle shatters on the floor, startling me. Besides the cars, rain and airplanes outside this is the first noise I’ve heard today, and probably one of the ones I will hear. I finally look at the time. 10:30 AM. I’m not late to anything, I haven’t been late to anything in months.. or years. Because there is nothing to be late to. Nobody needs me, I’m not part of this “system”. And I think that’s not as bad someone would expect. I don’t have any responsibilities whatsoever. I don’t have to take part in this society, I can do whatever I want. And I choose to lay in my bed, draw or sleep. I have food in my storage (ramen, diet lemonade/ water). Sometimes I crave foods I used to eat when I was younger, but it’s certainly not worth going to the store for. Some days I eat a lot, some I don’t eat at all. Most days, actually. Some days I don’t get out of bed and some I don’t even wake up. Others I don’t sleep. Sometimes I look at drawings or other posts on tumblr. That’s all I really do. Sometimes I think about signing up and posting my drawings, but I’m not good with social stuff and this is too social for me in many ways, so I don’t. I have to go to the toilet, which is pretty unusual for me, considering i barely drink anything. I don’t want to get up though, so I continue lying in my bed for another 20 minutes, until I feel too uncomfortable. I sit up and put my feet onto the ground. Something sharps cuts into one of them. I don’t do anything; I don’t even look down to see what just hurt my foot. Another minute of just sitting there and staring goes by until I decide to check. A piece of a broken diet lemonade bottle. I stand up and shove the trash under my bed, I didn’t remove the shard. I start walking. The cut stings. I really do not care though. Dragging myself into the bathroom, I push the door open and catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, but I quickly look away. I sit down onto the toilet and.. pee.. yeah, I pee. Afterwards I continue sitting on the toilet and my eyes trail along the way I was walking on, from the toilet to to the door. The door is open. I live alone. There’s a trail of blood on the floor. What? Oh. It’s my blood. Wait, yeah, of course it is. Who else’s would it be? I put my leg into the other to look at my foot. The shard is still in there. I actually kind of panic because it looks really, really bad. Almost my whole foot is cut open. And THAT is a reason to stay in bed all day (as if I wouldn’t do that anyway.. but now I have an excuse, I guess.) I limp over to my bed, but before laying down I check whether I still have some water. Luckily, I do. So I let myself fall onto the bed back first, take a chug of water and start to sleep.

Next chapter will probably release next week❤️

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Halt & Catch Fire: Part Four

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2k

Warnings: canon angst and violence, extra angst

Summary: You're done being a puppet in their plans. You're done letting them control you. You're finally going to take back your life by becoming something you didn't know was possible. your eyes are opened to something better and God forbid anyone who disrespects you.

Season Ten Masterlist

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. I love seeing any and all comments <3

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The next morning, reports of another death come flooding in. Some college girl died in her room with the doors and windows locked. The girl's dorm is blocked off with yellow caution tape. Where Sam and Dean lifted it to go underneath it, you yank on it to break it so you can get through. The detective on the case is there, and she starts spilling the beans when she sees their FBI badges.

"Delilah Marian, the roommate, found her this morning after an all-nighter at the library."

"Strangulation?"

"Yeah. Some sicko used the power cord from the computer."

There is a nail kit on the bed so you grab the nail file and try to peel the device off your neck. Dean sees this and snatches the file to which you give him a deadly glare.

"Stop," he hisses.

"Maybe if I was let go, I'd stop."

"No."

Sam clears his throat loudly and gives you both a side-eye glance. "Suspects?"

"None yet. The odd thing was the door was locked."

"Have you talked to any of the other girls who live here?"

"Most of them have already left for spring break, but the roommate was really helpful. She gave us all of Julie's passwords. Nowadays, the only way to find out anything about teenagers is through social media. Trust me, I got two of them. Excuse me, agents."

"Vengeful spirit, much?" Dean says once the detective leaves the room.

"Yeah, but is it Joey or another ghost?"

"I don't know." Dean takes his EMf reader out and scans the computer. Again, like a Christmas tree. "First, it possesses a truck, then it possesses a computer? Both are machine-related kills."

"You think we're dealing with a 'Ghost in the Machine'?"

"Maybe, but if it is the same ghost, they usually anchor themselves to a place or a thing. How is this one jumping from one machine to the next?"

Sam takes Julie's laptop so he can search through it later.

"Come on, let's go find Delilah." She's not hard to track down since she stayed to see what the outcome of the investigation would be. She's eager to talk if it means they catch her roommate's killer. "We really appreciate your help, Delilah. We know this can't possibly be easy. Did Julie, by chance, know a student named Billy Bass?"

"Everyone knew Billy. He was the President of Sigma Theta Delta, one of the biggest frats on campus."

"Did Julie know Billy's brother, Joey?"

"I don't think so. I didn't even know Billy had a brother."

"Did she have any enemies? Any reason why someone might want to hurt her?"

"No. Julie was really popular and super-sweet. I can't imagine anyone wanting to hurt her."

There's something she's not telling you. You know a liar when you see one.

"You know we're federal agents, right? Lying to us is a big-time offense," you cross your arms.

"I'm not lying, Agent. There's just... nothing else to tell."

"Mmhmm."

Dean is hungry (there's a shocker) and Sam wants to break into Julie's computer so they take this to the cafe on campus. What if you were to run away? Would they be fast enough to catch you? Maybe not but they have that damn remote. If you want to get away, you need to get that remote.

"Alright, a café au lait for the lady." He hands Sam a coffee cup. He has a lot of food you know will only go to him. You don't eat or sleep. "For me--"

"A heart attack?"

"This is unreal. Look at this. I got Italian. I got Chinese. Serve yourself froyo. College is better than Vegas. What do you have?"

"Unfortunately, a lot of nada." Dean slaps your hand away when you try to grab a cookie off his plate. You don't eat but that doesn't mean you don't think cookies aren't delicious. "I hit up Julie's Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, Instachat, Snapchat, and A.I.M. There is nothing but posts on Rush and 'Fifty Shades of Grey', the movie, not the book."

"Yeah. I didn't get half of that."

"It doesn't matter," Sam scoffs. "Now I'm going through her deleted files."

"You can do that?"

"Yeah. I mean, nothing ever really gets deleted from the Internet. You knew that, right?"

"Yeah," he nods.

"He didn't know that. I bet his nudes are just floating around on the internet somewhere," you say.

"If you put them there, I'm gonna kill you."

You smirk.

"Here we go. This might be something. it's a deleted Instachat from last night right around the time of death with someone named PrincessElsa8. 'Liar. I know. You'll pay.'

"Well, this Princess Elsa's a bitch. What's 810?" Dean asks when he looks at the screen.

"I don't know. Maybe a date?"

"Or a time of day. Maybe an area code?"

"No, the area code is for southeast Michigan. You know what?" Sam types something into Google. "Here we go. There are three addresses in town that have 810 in them."

"I'll see if I can get this to go," Dean gestures to his food.

You're almost half-asleep in the back seat as Sam and Dean drive around town looking for the addresses. When they realize it's not the house they're looking for, they move on to the next one. Luck would have it that the last house on the tour is the one they need. A woman walks out of her house and makes her way down the sidewalk.

"Yeah. You got it. Thank you Detective Petranzyk. We will keep in touch." Sam hangs up the phone. "So, PrincessElsa8 is not some crazed cyber killer. She is a third-grader from Lake Nebagamon, Wisconsin, who is obsessed with Frozen, and she was fast asleep when the Instachat occurred."

"Who say that coming? A hack job. Shocker," you sigh. The woman who left her house is carrying a garbage bag that she takes to the nearest utility pole. The pole is covered in flowers that she yanks off and shoves into the bag. "Someone's angry."

"Come on." You three get out and approach her. "Excuse me, ma'am. May we ask what you're doing?"

"Um, throwing away dead flowers. Is that a crime?" she asks when she sees the badges.

"It's not a crime, just a little strange seeing as how they aren't dead."

"It's not so strange when it feels like they're taunting you. My husband was killed in a car accident here nine months ago."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

Boo Fucking Hoo. Get over it, lady.

"Thank you. We were newlyweds. We never even made it to our first anniversary, and to have to be reminded of that every time I look out my window or leave the house..."

"That's understandable. Forgive me, but did you notice anything weird after your husband's death? Any strange disturbances?"

"I'm not sure what you mean."

"Do you have any idea who is leaving the flowers?" Dean asks.

"Some teenage girl. I think she goes to the college near here 'cause she's always in Greek letters."

"Do you know her name?"

"No, but she has long red hair."

"That little minx," you say. "I knew she was lying."

Dean calls Delilah but she isn't answering the phone. While you wait for her to call back, Sam looks up the woman's husband who died in the car accident, Andrew Silver. Again, you sit at one of the cafes on campus so Dean can get more food.

"This is Agent Grohl again. Listen, I know I told you to call at your earliest convenience but scratch that. Call ASAP."

"Look at this. Andrew Silver, a twenty-nine-year-old High School teacher was killed in a fatal accident. The car burst into flames. Silver's body was burned beyond recognition, and he is believed to have been killed upon impact."

"So, Andy dies at 810 Downs Drive, then he torments Julie with 810 on her computer. What's his beef with her?"

"Yeah, and what's his connection to Billy?"

"Does it say where he's buried?"

He wasn't. He was cremated."

"So, no bones and he's not tethered to any object that we know of. How is Andrew haunting his victims?"

"Are you gonna eat all that?" Sam asks.

"Yeah, do you want some?"

Sam rolls his eyes and shakes his head. Dean can eat almost anything and it doesn't matter how much of it he eats. It amazes you how much he can put away. He's almost done with his meal when he gets a phone call from Delilah, and she is terrified out of her mind. You meet at her dorm and learn that her friend, Kyle, was killed in the rec room on the first floor. Dean stays downstairs to gather more information from the detective while you and Sam talk to Delilah in her room.

"Are you okay?" Sam asks.

"Not really," she whimpers.

Dean walks into the room five minutes later. "Death by decibel. Kyle's brains were jellied by his speakers. Oh, and get this, the clock on his stereo stopped at 8:10."

"Again?"

"Mm-hmm." He turns to Delilah. "Look we know you're the one leaving the flowers at Andrew's accident. So, why don't you just tell us what happened to Andrew that night?"

She looks nervous but keeps her mouth shut. She knows something.

"Delilah, please. This is the third death in five days. Who knows who's gonna be next?" Sam pleads.

She still won't talk so you're just gonna have to make her. You grab her hair and yank her head back forcefully. She gasps and stares at you with fearful eyes.

"Spill. What did you do to Andrew?"

"Y/N!" Dean yanks you off her and she begins sobbing. "That's enough!"

"Okay, I'll tell you," she cries. "The car accident wasn't exactly an accident."

"You just have to be forceful sometimes," you say and shrug off your husband. "Tell us what happened."

"My friends and I were on our way back from a party and they were all on their phones, the driver included. I'll spare you the gory details but we ended up almost crashing into Andrew. He went off the road and we didn't. He crashed into that pole and we didn't. We watched as the telephone line fell onto his car, electrocuting him to death. It started a fire and we didn't want to get caught. Not to mention Kyle was driving with a suspended license. Billy was worried about going to jail but Kyle convinced everyone it was okay to run. I wanted to go back but no one else did. Billy made us all promise not to say a word.

"I shouldn't have let them talk me out of it. It was wrong, and now we're being punished." Sam takes out two salt containers and hands one to Dean. He doesn't bother handing one to you. "Seriously, what are the chances that three out of the four of us die in one week? It can't be a coincidence."

"It's not a coincidence. It's a ghost. It's the vengeful spirit of Andrew Silver."

The brothers begin salting the room while you stand in the middle of it with your arms crossed.

"A ghost?"

"Yeah, they're real. This is sort of what we do."

"So, you're like Ghostbusters?"

"They are, I'm not. They're kind of forcing me to be here," you say.

"Shut up," Dean snaps at you. "First things first, you need to stay inside the salt circle while we take care of him, okay?"

"How do you take care of him? Please tell me you know how to take care of him."

"Did you not hear him when he said this is kind of what we do? Of course, we know how to take care of a man ghost."

"As blunt as she was, she's right. Usually, a ghost is tied to a place or an object. If you get rid of the object, you get rid of the ghost. With Andrew, it's different."

"What's he tied to?"

"We're working on it, but if we can figure out how he's traveling, we can figure out how to stop him."

"You know, this might be a Shocker situation. The paper said that he died from a collision, but Delilah says that he died from electrocution. Maybe that's how he's surfing. He's using the power lines as a conduit," Dean says.

"That would make sense with the computer and stereo kills but not the pickup. I mean, the truck runs on gas."

"Then it has to be something else, then."

"Alright, I'll go back to the accident site and check it out. You two stay with her."

"Take me with you."

"No, you're staying with me," Dean says and grabs your arm.

"Touch me again and I'll break that arm," you snap and yank your arm out of his grasp.

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[rainbow--skies]

I don't talk about my food allergies much on here because them being the One Thing half my classmates knew about me growing up and the excessive paranoia my parents shoved on me about them genuinely makes me hate doing so, and I also don't really PERSONALLY consider my allergies a disability (but I have no problem with other people doing so).

However I have noticed that whenever they get included in disability posts on here, it's always by people without food allergies who have barely any idea what the fuck they're talking about. So many people (including people with allergies!) are SO uninformed about how they work and it's worrying so here's some stuff I wish more people knew:

An Epi-Pen does not cure you it helps with some of the symptoms so you can get to the fucking hospital. You still need to go to the fucking hospital.

Food allergies CAN kill you- many people's are not that severe but they CAN kill you. Take them seriously please

Your little "haha people with food allergies are the weakest link" jokes are harmful and offensive and part of why so many people don't take allergies seriously. Stop it. You're not funny. Find a better joke. So many mainstream TV shows even do this it's disheartening

Many people with food allergies also have eczema (I used to when I was younger) or asthma (I don't but I know people who have both), the comorbidities are very common, but not universal

Airborne allergies are not very common at all and usually do not cause severe reactions and it's weird to me that people act like this is common (it kind of feels like excuse to isolate people with food allergies when food is being served sometimes) but if someone has said they do not want to be near their allergen at all you should respect this you do not know what someone's symptoms are

Cross contamination is also something not everyone suffers from (some people have low level allergies) but many of us do (including me) and you should not get offended if someone doesn't accept food they can't see ingredients/health info for or homemade food for that reason

You can be allergic to any food to any degree- people seem to have this weird misconception that it's just peanuts, nuts, dairy, eggs, and other more publicized foods but that's not true at all

If it's possible, ask people what they would prefer as an accommodation when food is being served PLEASE. Some of us would rather eat before, some would rather bring food, some would rather alternative options be offered or restaurants they can eat at be chosen. Some are fine sitting near people eating stuff we can't, some would rather sit in a separate space, and some would rather if the food was just not eaten when they are present at all. Myself and many others that I know actually would rather sit next to someone eating something we can't because it doesn't actually affect us to be near them if we're careful enough not to touch it than to sit at separate "allergen free" tables and such because it's a socially isolating experience, but there are people who would feel more comfortable eating away from others and this is okay too.

Many of us are only allergic to one or two things, some are allergic to a ton

There are less common types of allergies that don't follow the typical pattern of food allergies- as an example I have some allergies that come from oral allergy syndrome, which basically means that my seasonal allergies to certain types of pollen makes me slightly allergic to some fruits and vegetables too

Food allergies can sometimes randomly develop in teenagers and adults, they are not always there from birth or early childhood like many people think (though it's incredibly common for them to start that early). There is not a guarantee you will never get one but your chances are higher if your family has a history of them. Sometimes they can go away or decrease in severity over time too, though, but that does NOT happen to everybody

Lactose intolerance and Celiac Disease are not food allergies! They are separate conditions with separate symptoms and needs! Please educate yourselves about those too and not assume they are synonymous with food allergies

[blorboindulgence]

having a blorbo is so funny. there's like more reasonable fun ideas to make aus for shuichi and then there's the Carrion au where shuichi is secretly worms. just take the monster worm colony that tore hundreds of people apart to escape a secret facility and give it an anxiety disorder, a guilt complex, and some friends.

(using kagehara and shuichi to differentiate between real shuichi vs worm imposter)(kagehara is still named saihara in universe)

Either in the killing game universe or non-killing game universe, kagehara would be killed by the worms and replaced by them with his in-game personality. No one really notices because kagehara has always been pretty reserved. his uncle may notice that something was different, but he couldn't figure out why.

Shuichi is very inexperienced at being a person but he slowly figures it out. He "joins" his class near the beginning of their second year at hopes peak. everyone else has their in-game personality but they didn't interact much with each other during the first year. kagehara had mostly wallflowered his way through, spending his social interaction points on online forums.

Now why would saihara want to keep stealing kagehara's life instead of wandering off, especially with his new found hatred/fear of humanity? Well, everything was new, pretty nice, and comfortable. He had food (no longer needed to eat humans as the only food source/out of "defense") that tasted good, a warm place to sleep, and he slowly forming bonds with his classmates.

accidentally teaching humanity to worms...

Kaede would literally be his first friend ever after the school started assigning group assignments for the class to bond with each other. Shuichi would have to hide how quickly he can learn things (the worms learned a language in like one conversation in the comics) but he can excuse his smarts from being the ultimate detective.

I'm thinking too much about this. giving this the overly long title of "would you still love me if i was a worm?" Someone would text him that meme and he would nearly have a heart attack about being found out.

oh god, I just realized that Gonta would go insane. moral dilemma if he finds out shuichi is worms. his friend killed hundreds of people to escape a lab but also he is a worm colony and now gonta is friends with a walking-talking worm colony. Gonta would be shuichi's biggest defender after the reveal because he knows that shuichi is nice now and that he was barely sentient when people hurt him (killed parts of his colony).

shuichi would get minor maki parallels, but shuichi killed people to save himself while maki killed people to save her orphanage. Maki had a sense of morality while shuichi did not at the time. so on and so forth.

Kokichi would be highly suspicious of shuichi, he could tell that he was no longer kagehara. he was shy and awkward but open to people interacting with him whereas kagehara kept to himself.

Shuichi has a huge phobia of fire. Miu probably illegally builds a flamethrower to do something cool for a project and shuichi quietly leaves to have an anxiety attack outside.

After he spends quite a bit of time becoming friends with his classmates, the guilt would start to eat him alive. The things that hurt him, that he killed, must have had their own lives that ended by his hand. He wasn't even the real kagehara, shuichi murdered him and stole his life. Kagehara was just a teenager like his friends.

And man, if shuichi was put in the killing game, he wouldn't even remember he was worms until a much later flashback light reminded him. imagine forgetting that you're a terrible monster that could easily kill your friends around you and while being a difficult colony to kill. alternatively he finds out later when someone tries to murder him and he escapes through a vent by seperating into worms and then reforming. And then he's like "what am I!?"

what if tsumugi just didn't know? "what the hell just happened, who put a horror monster in my horror game?"

"worms in my killing game? it's more likely that you think."

[misscherrys-world]

Welcome back to:

Random things I think about:

✨Starring✨: from “Sweet Home” k-drama

Lee Eun Hyuk

Warnings: toxic behavior, slight mention of nsfw, smoking.

The protective big brother who thinks he’s not good enough for his little sister.

He was hopeless when he started to have symptoms, he kept his distance for the sake of the safety of others Eun Yoo. *cough* what was that?

He started transforming after few days of the apocalypse events. That’s why he kept his distance. Although he wrote his name in the list the last one, it’s like he had a feeling they would find it after he’s became a monster.

He can’t risk being exposed, he doesn’t want to be isolated like the other infected people.

He thinks if the group isolated him they will be doomed. He doesn’t care about anyone but his sister Eun Yoo.

So he choose to manipulate them to do what he wants and to leave him alone in the control room where no one can see his symptoms.

So basically he was about to be a special one if he tried like hyun-su if it wasn’t for the fall of the building. “In my personal opinion”

When he saw eun yoo with hyun-su making that pinky promise he was relieved a bit that she won’t be alone when he completely turn into a monster.

He knows Hyun-su wouldn’t hurt her, or anyone else. But he kept using him literally abusing him by sending him on hard missions.

Part of him was jealous of Hyun-Su because he is really protective over his sister. That’s one of the 100 reasons why he was abusing him the way he did and treated him poorly.

I’m not saying Eun Hyuk was a bad person, he was just selfish, aren’t we all selfish at some point when it comes to the things we really love and care about?

He’s not very experienced but he had sex few times. He’s not a virgin.

His dick is average, grooms himself occasionally. Just to keep everything neat.

He can’t handle alcohol, he gets drunk very easily. If he even tried it the boy was only 18.

He has mysophobia.

He convinces himself he doesn’t need a relationship, that boy really does need, he doesn’t have social life.

He knew Eun Yoo is a smoker. He scolded her multiple times but she never admitted it, it was all empty excuses like “you just smell it on my clothes doesn’t mean it was me” “oh it was just the gangster man standing beside me smoking”

Even he caught her red handed but he just gave up talking to her, he sneaks in her room and change the cigarettes inside the pack with free nicotine cigarettes. She’s pissed.

At least he makes sure she eats nutritious foods.

So that was it for my random thoughts about lee eun hyuk. Tell me what do you think? Are you excited to see him again in season 3?

Have a nice day :3.

🤍🎀

[daffodilhorizon]

Vegan Masterpost

Want to make a change for the animals, for the planet and for your fellow humans? Here's how to start: 1. Replace your favorites with plant based ones. Look up vegan recipes + your fav meals. Stop buying animal products and start buying alternatives! That's basically it! You're probably going to start getting exposed to a bunch of new plants and flavors to cook with. Embrace the fun! I'm not going to lie, you will probably crave animal flavors and textures at first. There's nothing wrong with having these cravings, just accept they are normal and will go away. 2. Look up vegan nutrition needs. You will probably need to supplement with B12 (found in fortified foods, such as fortified cereals or nutritional yeast). This is fine. Supplements are a good things! We put iodine in salt, and most carnist cereals and cow's milk are fortified for a reason. Take advantage of modern efficiency and accept that fortified foods and occasional supplementation is normal and healthy. My doctor recommends everyone where i live to take vitamin D daily, due to the lack of sunlight. Getting nutritional needs met in the most efficient and cruelty free way is good, actually. If you have specific needs around allergies or are dealing with an eating disorder, talk to a vegan nutritionist if you can afford it, otherwise consult with the vegan community and do your best.

3. Start using a cronomoter if that feels okay for you mentally. A lot of vegans don't eat enough at first! We need to load up on those delicious carbs and protein rich foods and keep consuming fats. 4. Integrate yourself into the community! Join vegan facebook groups, vegan hobby groups, vegan book clubs, follow the vegan tag. Follow animal sanctuaries on every social media. Seeing animals as animals and not objects is a big step in being vegan and seeing how happy these animals are in fulfilling caring environments is a positive reminder of the difference you're making. The hardest part of being vegan is the reaction from non-vegans. If you feel supported through the vegan community, you're much less likely to feel strong in the face of non-vegan pressure to conform or "cheat". A lot of us are genuinely pretty welcoming, probably because vegans are more likely to be liberal, poor, nonwhite, and lgbt+ than average. 5. Educate yourself! Read through vegan books, watch educational videos about what animals go through, and/or look at the vegan boot-camp. You are not required or expected to put yourself through watching animal violence, but if you have trouble connecting to the animals and think you can deal with it, it can help you realize how horrible and violent their lives and deaths are. I personally have not seen Dominion nor do i plan to, i have no need. The only people who need to be watching that stuff is non-vegans who are dismissive of the suffering animals go through. 6. Prepare yourself for a lot of unprompted excuses and defensiveness around non-vegans! Here's some lists of common "gotchas". You'll have them memorized within the first 3 months because of how often you'll hear them. There's also vegan debaters on youtube if that's your jam. Remember, you can always disengage and say "honoring my personal values is important to me and you should respect that" if you don't know what to say or don't want to argue. NOW FOR THE FUN PART Replace WHAT with WHAT? TEXTURES: make sure to get extra firm tofu! ground beef -> textured vegetable protein steak -> seitan steak recipes shredded chicken -> jackfruit sliced chicken -> soy curls, Tofu Fish textures -> watermelon (seriously) Unagi -> eggplant Bacon -> Tofu or rice paper Popcorn Chicken -> breaded soy curls lunchmeat -> vegan lunchmeat, or make your own with seitan/tofu Tuna or chicken salad -> chickpea salad Fried Chicken -> Fried Oyster Mushrooms or Tofu pulled pork --> Jackfruit Cow's milk -> any non-dairy milk! You can also make your own very easily Butter -> margarine Cheese -> vegan cheese, or make your own! Eggs -> Tofu, or mung bean egg, eggy yolk recipe In Recipes: Replace eggs with flax seeds or yoghurt, aquafaba, silken tofu, applesauce, banana, pumpkin, chia, baking soda & vinegar Flavors! Beefy -> Basically just salt with some umami Chickeny -> kinda salty, kinda herby Bacony -> liquid smoke, salt, and some sweetness Eggy -> use black salt Cheesy -> nooch please! Sweet -> maple, agave

7. If you drink alcohol, check barnivore to make sure your wines and beers weren't processed using fish guts! 8. Don't purchase any new products made from taking from animals. This means looking for cruelty free grooming items, cruelty free textiles, and avoiding animal exploitation like purchasing from breeders or riding horses. Obviously, necessary medication is the exception. 9. Be extra kind to animals in your real life :) They deserve extra love. Learn to put spiders outside and how to deal with "pests" by preventing them. 10. You are now vegan! Welcome! We're happy to have you! :D You will probably stumble a little bit or not know things like how some sugar is processed with charr from animal bones! That's okay, just keep learning and keep your eye on the positives.

[eljeebee]

"Something wrong, Mace?" Sophia asked Mason, when she noticed Mason chewing in discomfort. She sat adjacent to him. "Aren't you cold?" She asked, seeing him in his swimming trunks.

"Mama, hey," Mason looked at him, nibbling his snack. "I'm feeling one of my teeth is loose. Grrr."

"Here, let me see," Sophia reached, hands softly holding his chin.

Mason opened his mouth when he was done chewing. His tongue moved the tooth that was wiggling.

"Does it hurt?" Sophia asked, tutting.

"Not really, just uncomfy," Mason said, going back to his snack when Sophia removed her hand. "Besides, if this go loose, I might grow a fang! Hiiissssss!"

Sophia let out a boisterous laugh.

Sophia saw their LinZ speaker lit up, notifying that someone is by their door.

Jason had went home, and greeted her with a suave kiss on her hand.

"Howdy, my lovely wife," Jason smooched her hand, bending down.

Sophia lovingly giggled with a roll of her eyes. "My day is made with your kiss, dear husband."

"I'm glad to hear it," Jason stood straight, then kissed her cheek. "Now, if you'll excuse me, the Simzlink technician is coming soon to do installation for our internet."

The door opened, and in came Louie and Sid.

"Hi, Mama," Louie greeted.

"Hello!" Sid said, giving Sophia an embrace.

"We met the Vanderburgs at school," Louie said, as Sophia guided them to the dining table, getting them dinner.

"How are they?"

"DID SOMEONE SAY THE VANDERBURGS!!!!" From across the room, Mason stood in front of the back porch door. He had just finished swimming. He sprints to the dining table, taking a seat. He pats the seat beside him, saying, "Come come come come, tell me aaaaaallll about it."

"How about you wear some shirt, young man?" Sophia said.

"No, Mama, this is important," Mason sassily waved his hand. Sid let out a laugh.

"So," Mason said. "How are they? How do you feel beside them?"

"Julie is such a delight to talk with," Sid said, taking a bite. "She told me about her life, and from that I think she's pretty lonely. She told me on every she school she attends, no one had really talked to her as a friend. They would, but if only they need something, or in group projects. But outside of class? No one really talks to her or her brother."

"That's quite lonely," Sophia noted.

"Did you know? Her mom paid the school to keep everyone quiet. She doesn't want Julie and Seamus get hurt especially by the paparazzi. Maybe that's also the reason people won't talk to her," Sid added.

"That's kinda cool," Mason said.

"It is," Sophia nodded, adding, "it's for their safety, considering that they're still royal children, but let's not ignore the fact that it affects their socialization. They're still kids, you know."

"Right," Sid agreed.

"You managed to talk to her?" Louie huffed after gulping down his food. "I tried befriending her twin brother, but he only gives me nasty looks. He's a walking sass."

Sid laughed. "Julie told me about her brother. She told me he's just protective, especially that he's the only guy in their family."

"Ooh," Sophia hummed. "Her brother probably feels responsible over his family's safety. What a sweet child."

"Anyway," Sid continued eating. "She invited me and Louie over for a formal dinner."

"DINNER?!" Mason and Louie exclaimed in unison.

The Simzlink technician and Jason looked at them in surprise. Sophia waved, "Sorry, sorry. Please continue."

"Yes," Sid nodded, holding back a laugh. "If you'll allow us, Auntie."

"I don't mind," Sophia thought for a moment. "I need to think of what you'll bring to the dinner, though."

"I'll help," Sid said.

"Oooohhh, can I come please!!" Mason begged.

Sophia raised a brow at him. "Mason," she warned. "They were invited. Let's respect their invitation. If they extended the invite to us, we can."

Mason pouted, "Okay..."

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[lunaprincipessa]

ENTRY 172

AI was asked to make different substances into villains. I included the results at the end of this blog. They inspired me to write.

I used to be an addict. I got clean in August of 2008. Unfortunately, I didn't go about it the right way.

Many people (understandably) assume that addiction is the problem, but it's not. It's the result of a problem, which is why recovery is so important. You have to face and take on what brought you to addiction in the first place. I didn't do that. My recovery wouldn't come until much later on.

So at that point in time, I never recovered, I just got clean. It made the entire process much harder on me than it needed to be. I was fighting cravings while not fighting the cause of the cravings.

Coke was my drug of choice. It seemed to fit well with my lifestyle at the time. We were a bunch of club kids that just wanted to avoid food to fit in tiny dresses and have the energy to dance and party all night. We didn't wanna slow down like the pillheads but we didn't wanna lose our looks or sanity like the methheads so coke was it. I had no idea I was becoming addicted and I had no idea how bad it was getting.

And yet, I don't have any crazy stories for you. I wasn't robbing people, or whatever else some addicts get into. I just wanted to socialize and dance. That was my excuse, that was the reasoning that blinded me from reality and justified what I was doing (equally neglecting both my physical health and any sort of future I wanted to have).

Once I finally reached my limit and decided to sober up, that's precisely when all the shit that had been swept under the rug started to make its way out from underneath and I was in a whirlwind of emotional, mental, spiritual, and physical turmoil.

It was then time to deal with the C-PTSD, ADHD, and the mild form of OCD that I had no idea I had throughout my life. This, on top of fighting addiction. It was a lot to handle, especially without support.

I hardly smoked cannabis at the time but I remembered the times I did, I felt relaxed and somewhat sleepy. I thought maybe if I just got high through the whole thing, it would help with the withdrawals. And it did.

I got high and it helped me to calm down. It helped me eat, it helped me sleep, it soothed a lot of the emotional and physical symptoms, and actually got me back in touch with enjoying life without drugs. This made therapy that much easier. Wasn't just getting high and going to therapy though. lol Eating healthy and exercising feels amazing.

Some people see cannabis as a drug but it's not. It's an superb herb with effects that are healing to the mind, heart, body, and soul. Coke is a drug. Meth is a drug. Prescription pills are drugs. Mary Jane? Nah. She's a healer!!! Well, in the pics I included Mary is depicted as male so yeah. lol But I think you get my point.

That being said, there is only one villain in these two pictures. More thoughts later.

[thezoeydiaries]

ENTRY #2

Hi blog!

So just the other day, I went to the mall and had this idea of going to a K-Grill place and eating Samgyupsal alone. The idea was sort of intimidating at first for a few reasons:

I am currently a pretty hefty girl and I know I'll earn some weird looks from strangers.

I know I'd have to eat a lot of meat when I'm not even that hungry.

I have this irrational fear of being photographed by a random person while eating alone in a public place. (I don't want to be posted online with a sad empathetic caption and be pitied for being "alone" in public lol)

But despite having second thoughts about eating Samgyupsal on my own —I still did it. Because quite frankly, it was what I wanted to do at the time. So I braved my way into the place and asked for a table, and when the girl asked for how many —I chickened out and said it was for two.

I know, I shouldn't have lied about it, but I was kind of embarrassed knowing I'd be eating a ton of food on my own and I just wasn't prepared to see the judgment on their faces if I said I was dining alone. And since that happened, I had to find some excuse halfway into grilling, to say that nobody else was going to be joining me. LOL.

I'm usually the type of person who does what she wants, regardless of what others might think (don't get me wrong, there's a time and a place for this kind of behavior). As long as I don't hurt or disrespect anyone in the process of making that decision, then I shouldn't really care about what others might think right? Wrong. It may be easier said than done. While in principle, yes it should be that way, but as humans, we have the fundamental need to not be seen as socially deviant; that includes not doing things out of the ordinary to avoid being seen as odd. And going to a K-Grill place alone (when you usually go in groups) can somehow be seen as a peculiar move.

Regardless of this, I went to see just how far I could push myself out of my comfort zone. I went in there grilled some meat, watched videos on my phone, had a small chat with one of the waiters, and enjoyed my meal while I had a short catch-up with my dear cousin —Anjellikah over a video call.

As I finished talking to Jelly, one of the waiters came up to me and asked where my "companion" was and this is where I had to come up with a lie to cover up the fact that I intentionally went there to eat alone HAHAHAHAHA. I told Kuya "Ahh ang tagal nga po kaya nauna na po ako kumain", then he asked me where I worked and I told him that I worked for GMA Network. And after a short conversation, I pretended to get a text saying that my "COMPANION" would no longer be joining me. I told Kuya-Waiter this, and he removed the plate and other side dishes in front of me.

After the whole *palusot* thing I felt more at ease and I enjoyed the meal more since I didn't have the pressure of "waiting on someone" when there was no one to begin with. And that's when I realized how silly I was acting; people don't really care if you're alone or not, and even if they did, it's not like they're the ones getting full from eating all that glorious grilled meat lol.

Overall, I enjoyed my time in that K-Grill place near my dormitory, and I look forward to the next time I get to eat there again. For now, I think I've had enough beef to last me the next couple of months (si OA naman haha). But next time, I'll surely have more confidence entering that place and only asking for a table for one :)

Till my next grilling adventures~

Love,

Zoey na medyo amoy usok

[diaryofanormalkid]

Lol my black history month’s going great 👌🏿😁

I just remembered some weird convo I had at work with a client. He goes “I’m so sorry if this is a stupid question—” pause, because I already know once you say that, it’s going to be stupid.

“—but, why are your knuckles so much darker than your hands?” 🤦🏿‍♀️ he REALLY got me there. If the emoji didn’t give it away, well by now I should let you know I’m a dark-skinned black girl.

So imagine my immediate embarrassment, discomfort and overall awkward reaction to this indeed stupid question. I actually looked down at my hand to see what he was talking about.

I promise you I stared at my hand for 10 seconds before collecting my answer because I didn’t even notice until he said that. I go, “you know what, I don’t know…” bc HOW THE HECK DO YOU ASK THAT?

I didn’t create myself sir?!! How am I supposed to conclude how my knuckles are darker than my hands. Then I wondered… isn’t everybody’s’? I continue with “I didn’t notice until you said that.”

Lol I was so shook that he had the audacity to ask that bc he wasn’t even a little bit worried that he could somewhat offend me, get called out, cancelled, looked at funny… nothing.

He had all the support he needed to ask that peacefully without getting hate bc everyone around him… looks like him. Not me. There’s only one other POC where I work, and he’s not black.

It was definitely a new low from the all sorts of questions I’ve been asked so far. As for black history month, the other POC and I haven’t had any mention of it at all this month.

I hardly think they care to consider any acknowledgement of the month at all. I wouldn’t be surprised. Perhaps I’ll hear a mention of it later in the month. However, it’s already halfway over.

I guess I’ll also point out that technically, more like literally, the other POC is African. His nationality is Moroccan. But I still think he’s considered Arab since that’s North Africa.

Tbh idk enough about him to know how he identifies. Plus he looks entirely Arabic to me, so I wouldn’t put it past him. Nonetheless, I sometimes feel like ppl test my patience too often.

It’s sometimes isolating having no confidant who gets what I experience or I can look to or talk with at times so they can understand my feelings. I don’t relate to a lot of the ppl I work with.

And that’s okay. For many reasons, I never would anyways. A lot of them are in different life stages than I am, or speak multiple languages, or own very nice things and have a family etc.

Do different things outside of work, believe different religions, drink, smoke weed, etc. so it’s hard to find a common ground with anyone, except for really simple things like food/clothes.

It pains me sometimes to be on such surface level convos when I’ve been here long enough to be past those things. It just feels like I’ll never get to a point where I’m comfortable with the full group.

And I have my days where it’s better, but I just hate being in the moment when i feel like I’m on the outside looking in. I’m not included and they don’t even try to relate to me or make convo.

You know when they walk past you just to start a convo with someone to the left or right of me. Or they speak in their language and forget i can’t comprehend or contribute.

Or when they always seem to not mention if they make outside plans with each other but leave me out bc we don’t have rapport like that. I tell myself I’m fine with it since I’m introverted anyways.

In a lot of ways, I genuinely don’t mind not being invited out because at least I don’t have to decline with a lame excuse and can remain in the comfort of my own home with my own company.

I can catch up on sleep, or shows, cook, or do laundry, or eat in silence. Do whatever I want. And not have to feel like I’m wasting my time by forcing myself to go somewhere “to socialize.”

I don’t have to be uncomfortable trying to fit in or act engaged in the conversation, or pretend like I can relate to anything they just said or even understand when they switch languages.

I can be myself and not have to mask like I do at work when I fake laugh at a really unfunny joke, or act super extroverted and social just to not seem like a party pooper or Debby downer.

Or force my smile in front of clients and coworkers so they don’t realize I’m having a really off day. I can wear my relaxing clothes, eat as many snacks as I want, sing as loud as I feel.

And sleep as late as I want. Or as early. But there’s always that feeling like I’m missing out on so much. The fomo. Just wanting to be invited. Included. Thought about. Considered. Something.

It’s so unfulfilling working at a place where you get little to no joy out of it bc not even the ppl can give you some peace of mind that at least if the job sucks, you have someone.

FYI. I don’t smoke.

[beyuwol]

at this point, even speaking to hyejin is yuwol's attempt at pivoting away from conversation with other people he'd find marginally more taxing to speak to. it's not a cure-all solution though, especially not when he can feel the stares of other people on them right now, possibly concocting something new to gossip about. it's not that yuwol wants to expect the worst out of people on a daily basis, but the people his parents force him to meet haven't really earned his good side. at least he isn't saying any of this out loud—if he did, his parents would have his head. he doesn't like being perpetually bitter either, so the mask of his smile remains persistent. fake it until you make it.

he does laugh, practiced and somewhat poised, not as freeing as it could be. "i can't eat anything more myself." yuwol was never one to have a big appetite—on the contrary, he'd forget to eat during most days. "the food is good, but... the company we're surrounded with is a little questionable," he says under a whisper, knowing that it wouldn't bode well for him if someone else other than hyejin heard what he said. it felt like something he needed to say though, an admittance of sorts. something he wouldn't be able to get away with had he been within the vicinity of his parents.

yuwol takes a peek out the window, into the garden—it does seem a lot less suffocating out there, and it's not like they'd be leaving the party. they're just coming up for fresh air, which is fairly normal. maybe they could have the excuse that their outfits need fixing, or they wanted to air-dry something of theirs. either way, there shouldn't be too many questions. he takes a glance where his parents are—busy, showboating as usual. they wouldn't mind if yuwol took a few minutes out.

"no one we know is at the door," yuwol informs hyejin, like it's a subtle invitation. "i think we'd be safe if we stepped out for a bit now." yuwol knows they both need it at this point, their social battery is turning to the negatives, and they're running out of backup power too. as much as he enjoys talking to hyejin, he'd prefer if he could speak to her without the clawing presence of socialites trying to climb towards a higher social status.

"should we make a break for it now?" he asks, seriously considering his own offer. "we aren't exactly leaving, only seeing how cold the night is. maybe greet the moon for a little bit." scrambling for reasons, really. not that hyejin needed any, she seems about as ready as yuwol is to bolt. if they were given the opportunity to simply up and leave, they would've taken it in a heartbeat. he's glad he has that in common with the other.

"surely they wouldn't mind," yuwol summarizes. no need for any more convincing; he takes his first step before looking back at hyejin. he doesn't intend to leave her behind. "let's go?"

this was hyejin's life ever since she can remember. her sister was dealing with the same thing and she could only wonder if she felt the same way she did about being surrounded by people who took this chance just to flaunt to others. it was odd and she didn't start thinking it was until she had gotten older. not that she said anything, just did want she was told and mingled with anyone who wanted to talk to her. it seemed to come easy and she could mask the emotion she felt that would give away she didn't want to be here at all. her mother didn't need to now that information.

helping yuwol with all of this was something hyejin didn't mind. she appreciated getting to spend time with the other plus it got her away from the same talk of careers and charities she just started hearing about. she knows it's a lot being in a social situation and even being a social butterfly, her social battery was starting to deplet. she wanted nothing more than to be anywhere but here at the moment. even a bit of fresh air would have been helpful. the constant murmuring of voices wasn't appealing anymore and she just wants to be somewhere quieter.

she knows that she won't get to just be on the sidelines for long but she appreciates getting to talk to yuwol even for a bit. it helps her social battery recharge instead of the constant amount of people approaching her to talk about her modeling career that she was starting to dread. if her mother found her, she'd be put back into the crowd that didn't seem to disapate at all.

"yes, feel others have been thinking i've wanted food but it's a way to pass time." it was a way to say she was taking a break without out right saying it. she didn't want to offend anyone. she doesn't understand if anyone else could deal with this at all if their parents didn't push for their kids be apart of all this. it definitely wasn't something she wished on anyone else. she understand how yuwol feels and can hear the complaint that he knows others would question if they spoke any louder. she didn't need to be scolded for being rude.

thinking carefully, she gazes toward the all the nicely dress people still gathered around different areas of the place. "doesn't seem like their are stopping. makes me wonder how much they can flaunt before they get tired of it." she whispers back, letting herself roll her eyes to show her feelings about all this. she knew her mother would stay as long as she could while dragging her father alongside her.

"doesn't it? maybe we can get a bit of fresh air, they wouldn't mind right?" she asks, since they wouldn't be leaving and still be right outside the building. their parents couldn't be mad about that.

[toytulini]

One day i will make my hot take post about how picky eaters deserve so much better but my brain is not there yet

[randomshyperson]

CEO!Wanda Maximoff x Reader - Resigned Position - Final Chapter

Summary: You drink too much and insult your boss in the middle of a bar during a company social gathering. But surprisingly, you wake up in her bed. Following the events of not sleeping with your boss, falling in love with her, or threatening a harassment report. Not necessarily in that order.

Warnings: (+18), sexual themes, Dom!Wanda (mostly), Brat!Reader, Unspecified age gap (Milf Wanda/Reader in her mid-20s), explicit language || Words: 7.184k

All Works Masterlist || AO3 || Series Masterlist

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Resigned Position - Final Chapter

After saying goodbye to you, Pietro did not return to the company as originally planned. Instead, he went shopping, and with a really curious Monica Rambeau on the phone, spent a few hours in the most expensive stores of the New York business district choosing an ideal outfit for his twin sister. At lunchtime, he drove back to the Maximoff Company, and after greeting the front desk staff, walked up to Wanda's office.

The man frowned slightly when after knocking on the door, he entered and was faced with Wanda sitting on the carpet with her legs crossed and her eyes closed.

"Did you finally lose your mind? I'm taking the boys and the apartment if you get locked up." He mocked, to which he only received an impatient sigh before the woman opened her eyes and leaned over slightly to turn off her cell phone which echoed soft music throughout the office.

"It's called meditation." She clarifies as her brother enters and closes the door, the bags in hand he places on the armchair, and Wanda frowns in curiosity at the items. "What are these?"

"I brought you presents." Pietro explains with a smile. "But I think maybe I should have brought some medicine."

"Fuck off." Wanda mumbles with a short laugh that her brother shares. The woman stands up unhurriedly, stretching her legs and arms before walking toward the bags. She hums curiously as she notices the fancy clothes inside. "Why did you buy me a dress?"

"For you to wear tomorrow." Answered her brother casually, moving to occupy the empty armchair.

"But why?"

Pietro chuckles at his sister's suspicious expression, "It's a gift. Like, a courtesy for bothering you for the last few weeks."

Wanda gives a short laugh, "Pietro, you're not a nuisance."

"Okay, so it's an apology for interrogating your girlfriend." He says, and Wanda frowns immediately.

"Excuse me?"

"Before you get mad, it was just breakfast." He says but Wanda already has her eyebrow raised in disbelief, her arms crossed. "I wanted to know what her intentions were."

"I'm going to kill you."

Pietro laughed, raising his hands in surrender. "Everything turned out fine. Better than expected by the way. She's really fun, didn't back down once." He commented, but Wanda just sighed impatiently at her brother's rudeness. "Remember that kid from college who ran out when I first approached him?"

"Yes, I remember Simon, he was my boyfriend. And no I haven't forgiven you for that." Wanda retorts between her teeth. "I told you to stop being nosy."

"And I politely ignored you."

With an irritated grumble, Wanda rolls her eyes and turns to her desk, deciding that she had better get back to work soon. As she sits down in her chair, Pietro sighs and comments:

"I'm not going to the Expo tomorrow." He counters.

"Why not?" Wanda asks without taking her eyes off the computer.

"You seem angry enough with me, and you know how I get bored at events like this. I was only going there so I could talk to Y/N, but now that this already happened, there's no reason to make that sacrifice." He explains, and Wanda sighs trying not to get into that subject again. Pietro straightens his blazer before adding, "Is it okay if I take the boys out? Flash forward a little of the most amazing summer with their favorite uncle?"

Wanda laughs lightly. "Sure, but please give them some real food. Hot dog and soda are delicious, but they need to eat properly."

"Yes, ma'am." Pietro retorted almost ironically making his sister smile. "Hey, are you ready for lunch?"

"I'm busy." Wanda replied. "And annoyed at you."

"You are hurting my feelings right now." Pietro joked receiving only a roll of the eyes from his sister who was already typing some things. "I am starving. But since I'm a very thoughtful brother, I'll go get our lunch. And you will stop for a few minutes to eat with me, Wanda."

"Mm-hmm."

"I'm serious." He returns standing up. "And tomorrow, wear the dress I bought. It's pretty, and I know you want to impress a certain someone at the party."

Wanda cleared her throat, her face slightly flushed. "Let me work, please." She asked quickly, and Pietro laughed, walking toward the exit.

–//–

Pietro was right about the dress. Although Wanda didn't really want to admit it, she was out to impress someone at the Expo, she herself ended up being impressed with the way the fabric hugged her curves and made her look really attractive.

It seemed to be the same opinion of all the other people around, the journalists and photographers of the event moved frantically to get some pictures of her as soon as she got out of the car and walked through the gate of Stark Industries - the headquarters of the Expo for almost five years - golden invitation in hand.

Wanda knew the vast majority of the investors and other leaders, but much of the party was made up of diverse employees from various companies around the United States and the world so she rotated her gaze in search of some familiarity around them and smiled when she found her team near a corner.

The redhead made her way leisurely to her colleagues - smiling and waving greetings to any known faces along the way - and was just about to catch up with a very elegant Natasha Romanoff chatting with her equally stunning wife Maria Hill when someone approached her.

Cat Grant was the founder of CatCo Worldwide Media and Wanda hadn't decided if she was exactly a big fan of her. She knew she hated the story that reduced her achievements to her tits, but after her not so polite letter to the company about this, it was very often that Miss Grant approved the content about the growth of Wanda's company. In the end, the redhead had the impression that Cat had no malicious intentions. She simply liked money, and as it happens, gossip sold very well.

"Wanda, how lovely it is to see you again." Greeted the woman as she stood in the redhead's way, and the younger woman forced a smile.

"Cat, hello."

"Tell me, dear, is today finally the day you're going to guarantee us an exclusive on your love life?"

Wanda gave a short, confused laugh at the direct and so sudden question. "My love life?"

"See, the Daily Bugle staff is going to be all over Strange and his mysterious new employee, but I've already seen a more exclusive story the moment you stepped out of your car." Cat counters with eyes glittering with mischief, and Wanda frowns completely lost in this whole story. "And I would like the exclusivity."

"Sorry, Cat, I'm not..." Wanda began but her gaze caught a certain figure in the crowd, carrying drinks for Nat and Maria. You looked stunning, the suit was tight and hugged your curves, it even had a tie and Wanda could already imagine herself pulling it to bring you close. And it was dark green, like her dress. Like her eyes. Oh.

"All right, Wanda, dear? Your face has suddenly turned red." Cat asked, and despite the brief concern in her tone of voice, she still had a mischievous expression, sure enough, she had followed Wanda's gaze around the room and was having a head full of ideas about what might be going on.

Clearing her throat, and doing her best to look not the least bit affected by the whole thing, Wanda forced another smile before answering, "I'm fine, I was just looking for my team. About the exclusive, I don't know what you're talking about."

Cat looked almost disappointed but recovered quickly.

"Come on, honey, don't be like that. Matching outfits at a public event?." She continued. "I was the first to notice, because I'm the best, but by the end of the event, you're going to have dozens of requests from these vultures about what this means. Wouldn't you like to talk about it with someone you trust, who won't twist the story of any matter?"

"What I would like is a drink, Cat. See you around." Wanda says as she picks up a glass from one of the waiters passing around. She waves the item to the journalist before walking away.

But Wanda couldn't join her team for long minutes. Since Cat Grant greeted her, dozens of people have had the same idea. She spoke with managers from Oscorp, Luthor Corp, and even the hosts, Howard and Maria Stark before finally getting to greet her colleagues.

Now the group was larger. Stephen Strange and three other people that Wanda didn't know were talking to you and the others. As soon as Strange noticed Wanda coming toward them, he let out a soft exclamation and waved encouragingly.

"Wanda!" He said greeting her with a kiss on the cheek, and moving to stand beside her. "Come meet my team." He guided, one hand landing on Wanda's back for a moment while the other he waved to the people around. "This is Phastos and Druig, part of the technology division. Sersie, our director." Wanda greeted everyone with a polite nod, and Strange continued talking. "Well, Thena and Makkari are attacking the delicious appetizers, and will soon join us. I was introducing everyone to your team, and well, you already know them, and now Y/N..."

Wanda definitely noticed the way you were hesitant to meet her gaze and the soft redness in your cheeks. Stephen, if noticed, didn't say anything. Not least because he was more busy saying what a funny coincidence it was the matching outfits of you and Wanda.

"Yes, a genuine coincidence." The redhead agreed without averting her intense gaze from you, making your stomach do a complete turn.

"It's amazing to have everyone here, soon Tony's displays will begin." Stephen commented checking his watch. "And later, we're going to make it official to the public that Y/N is joining our company."

With that, Wanda looked away from you, forcing a smile at Stephen. "The last performance of the evening, am I correct?"

"Yes, exactly." Strange agreed. He seemed very pleased with himself, almost as if he was bragging about having gotten you out of Maximoff's company. "I told everyone to go eat and drink since this is going to take a while."

Wanda nodded in understanding, and soon, the group was engaging in several conversations. She wouldn't admit that she was purposely avoiding talking to you, because that would be childish, but she certainly had no interest in the extensive engineering that Phastos was narrating about. During the entire interaction, Wanda couldn't help but keep stealing glances in your direction and having to bite her lips discreetly to avoid sighs as she found your equally intense gaze searching hers while you were talking to Druig or Natasha.

Soon the lights began to shine and the speakers announced that the Expo presentations were about to begin. Everyone was guided to their seats, and because you were from a different company now, you waved goodbye to everyone and joined Kamar Taj's table in the other corner of the room.

Tony Stark took the stage along with Lena Luthor and Bruce Wayne, as the giants of Technology, they were going to present the event. Stark had an automated flying car project, Luthor something about clean energy, and Wayne had urban social-ecological projects that Wanda was very aware of and interested in. But after a few long minutes, she saw her attention falling on you again.

A few tables ahead, commenting softly on the presentation with your new colleague Sersie, who, for Wanda's liking, was too close.

Wayne ended the presentation and told everyone to feel free to walk around to see the exhibit booths set up during the time the three of them were talking in the other part of the room - which the door was opened by staff as soon as he spoke - and left the small stage.

With that people began to get up and head for the other room to see what was new at the Expo, and Wanda made her way through the crowd.

She was looking at a smart city project when she felt a presence beside her.

"Are you avoiding me, Miss Maximoff?" Your voice made her body shiver, but Wanda didn't show it, without raising her eyes from the display, she continued pretending to be very interested in the small plaque with the project information as she commented:

"I am no longer your boss, so you don't have to call me Miss Maximoff anymore."

You bit back a smile, putting your hands in your pockets and looking in the same direction as the woman next to you.

"What should I call you then?" You asked.

"However you like."

Without missing a beat, you looked at her and questioned, "Can I call you my girlfriend?"

The display rack made a light clatter as Wanda tripped over her own feet with surprise and bumped into the item, and you giggled as you quickly moved one hand to the display - controlling the trembling caused by the impact - and the other to Wanda's waist to keep her from falling forward.

She tensed but then relaxed, and turned her head to you, nodding in appreciation for a second before putting a little distance between your bodies. You returned your hands to your pockets, watching her with curiosity.

"Did you mean it?" She asked after a moment, her eyes studying your face and frowning slightly.

Without answering, you turned your eyes to the model of the city in front of you, leaning a bit. "See that? I can imagine myself living in a place like this, Wanda. And when I do, I also imagine you at my side." You tell, and the woman swallows dryly, following your gaze to the little decorative houses. "I want it all, Wanda. You, and your boys, a house, and a dog just like those commercials. So, yes, of course, I meant it."

Wanda's eyes filled with tears, but she smiled, shaking her head slightly.

"Don't make me cry in public, dorogoya." She ordered with a tearful laugh that you shared. You moved closer to her and took your hands out of your pockets to help her wipe her face without smearing her makeup.

"You need to stop hanging up on people, sweetheart." You commented without stopping smiling, your hands resting on Wanda's cheeks as you wiped away the tears that managed to escape. "I had a speech on the tip of my tongue for you."

Wanda laughed again, shaking her head. "Is that why you bought the suit?"

You nodded, moving one of your hands to smooth Wanda's hair. "It's been a really fun week, darling. But it was time to stop playing games and say what we felt. And I am very much in love with you, Wanda."

The redhead looked like she was going to start crying again, so you smiled fondly before hugging her, enjoying the way she hid her face in your neck, breathing in your perfume for a long moment.

"Sorry, I ended up making a scene." You muttered, aware of the curious looks from some of the people closest to the interaction, trying to understand why Wanda was hugging you.

"I don't care about them." She retorted softly, pulling away to look at you. "I'm too happy for that."

You smiled tenderly, feeling your face warm. You stared at Wanda and then looked at her lips, and she mimicked the movement, making your heart skip two whole beats. You were leaning over when someone cleared their throat behind you.

"Sorry to interrupt, but it's time for your presentation." It was Druig, and he had a little smile much like the ones Natasha gave you as if he knew exactly what was going on before he arrived. You hesitated, but Wanda smiled.

"Go. I'll see you after it's over" She spoke and you nodded, moving closer to kiss her cheek, so close to her mouth that Wanda almost pulled you back, before walking off toward the stage.

If you thought Strange was bragging about having you, it was because you hadn't seen Thena talk about you to a room full of three thousand people.

As soon as Sersei made the introduction to "New Year at the Karmar Taj" Strange said he was going to present the newest addition to the group, you were on stage with Thena and Makkari. A dozen or so journalists in a row were released into the hall, and you felt a little out of place with so many cameras, but you kept smiling at the simple fact that Wanda was just a few meters ahead of you, looking at you with such tenderness that it filled your stomach with butterflies.

The thing is that Thena took the lead on the questions, and then, there was a hand behind your back, whispering in your ear about the press being too pushy and you had to be careful how much freedom you gave them. She was giving you advice, and you smiled in appreciation, and it was quite different from what Wanda understood.

When you met her gaze in the crowd again, it was like looking at CEO Wanda Maximoff after an investor meeting that didn't go well. Anger in her pupils and her jaw locked. You were worried right away, but you couldn't find any visible reason why she was suddenly upset.

The performance was over, and as soon as you came down from the stage, dozens of journalists were all over you, Thena, and Makkari. Her gaze met Wanda's - saying goodbye to Nat and Maria - before she stared intensely at you and turned toward the exit.

You struggled to dismiss the reporters and joined Nat next, completely confused.

"Hey, where Wanda...?" You started but the redhead gestured in the direction.

"Good luck." She wished and you only grew more concerned, saying goodbye to the two before heading towards the exit.

You found Wanda already outside, working on the car keys.

"Wanda, wait up!" You asked worriedly, quickening your pace to catch up to her before she got into the car. "What happened?"

"Nothing." She retorted between her teeth, not looking at you as she unlocked the car.

"Really?" You asked incredulously, and as soon as she tried to open the door, you shut it. "You're leaving without even talking to me?"

"You seemed busy enough." She retorted angrily.

"Is this about the Kamar Taj?" You asked confused, but Wanda rolled her eyes.

"Maybe." She said. "Or maybe it's about you being quite comfortable with your new boss."

Wanda tries to open the door again, but you hold it closed. "Are you jealous of Thena?"

With an impatient sigh, she stops struggling to open the vehicle and throws the keys into your hands. "Take me home."

She goes around the car and you let out a frustrated sigh, but open the door and get into the vehicle. The atmosphere is tense between you on the way, and Wanda is so quiet that you are truly incredulous at the whole story.

"You know that doesn't make sense, don't you?" You try after some time driving. Wanda makes no mention of answering, leaning toward the passenger door. It is already late afternoon, and she pretends to be paying attention to the sunset. You are really nervous about all this, and you start to babble. "I literally said I'm in love with you today. Do you really think you have any reason to be jealous of Thena, or anyone else for that matter? I've always been crazy about you, even when I was with Carol. And it took me a while to confess and even to realize, I get it, but what I don't understand is why you would be jealous because I'm..."

"Stop talking, baby." Wanda asked softly as she looked at you again, and leaning toward you, she kissed your cheek, and then your neck, her lips leaving a warm trail on your skin. Your breath hitched, and you squeezed the steering wheel hard. Wanda just smiled, one hand landing on your thigh, caressing the fabric in an up and down motion until you began to shiver at her touch. "I believe you."

"So you're not mad anymore?" You asked and received a wicked chuckle in return, Wanda's hand moving dangerously up your inner thigh but never where you wanted it.

"About that, no. Because it wasn't your fault." She says moving her mouth to your ear. She bites and plays with the lobe, drawing soft sighs from you. "But there are other things you need to be punished for."

"Fuck, Wanda, I'm driving." You retorted in an affected sigh, finding it hard to resist the urge to kiss the woman next to you.

"Tsk, those manners, detka." She comments pulling away from you, and you think you can breathe normally without Wanda so close.

"Well, excuse me, if I don't want to crash the car." You return causing her to laugh softly, and raise her hands in a sign of surrender before settling back against the car seat.

"Just so you know, every second I don't touch you, will be the time you won't be able to touch me." She declares causing you to widen your eyes.

"What...?"

But Wanda just looked at you innocently, a soft smile on her lips. "Eyes on the road, baby. Aren't you the one who said you didn't want to crash the car?"

With a sigh, you looked back at the track, cursing softly at the way Wanda was playing with your head. When you made mention of speeding up the car, she giggled. "No cheating."

"You are so mean." You complained in a sigh, and she bit back a smile.

"Detka, you have no idea" She assured, looking at you intensely, and you swallowed dryly when you noticed her hands moving into her dress.

"What are you doing?" You asked in a sigh, but Wanda didn't answer, pulling up a bit of the dress. You watched her out of the corner of your eye remove her panties and drop them on the floor of the car. Her hands went back up, now over the fabric, to the front of the dress, to her breasts.

"I love it when you play with them, dekta." Wanda confesses, fingers tentative around her covered breasts, but her breathing is already out of rhythm. "It's really a shame you didn't behave."

"Wanda, please." You ask, not even sure of what, you just know that your hands are shaking and the heat in your pants is making it very difficult to concentrate on driving.

"This suit, baby. You look so hot in it. You got me all wet." She whispers and chokes softly when her fingers find her own intimacy beneath her dress, a satisfied sigh escaping her lips next. Your whole body is on fire, and you grip the steering wheel tightly.

"Can I touch you? Please?" You ask but Wanda shakes her head in the negative, closing her eyes as she teases herself so intimately, you can only see the slight movement of the fabric and hear the rubbing of her fingers from the wetness.

"You can only drive. Isn't that what you wanted?" She merely teases, biting her lips as she finds the right rhythm and you let out a frustrated grunt, trying not to lose control of the car.

"How much longer?"

Wanda gave an affected little laugh, opening her eyes. "For me or for us to arrive?"

You locked your jaw, refusing to look at her because you figured it would help you not be so affected. "What do you think?"

But Wanda didn't answer, and you thought she was playing with you. You made the mistake of looking at her again, and almost drove off the road when you found her figure with one hand squeezing her left breast, her eyes closed tightly and her back slightly arched as the other hand moved frantically against her wet intimacy.

The soft moans escaping from Wanda were enough for you. With a smooth turn, you stopped the car on the roadside, and the loss of movement made Wanda open her eyes with confusion, but she was surprised by your mouth against hers, a deep, hungry kiss that made the question of what had happened fade from her mind.

She gasped against your lips, responding to the kiss with equal intensity. Her hand freed itself from her breast to tangle in your hair, pulling you to her. And by God, how Wanda had missed your lips. Her whole body vibrated, every cell screaming your name.

Your hand found hers under her dress and slowing the kiss, you gasped when Wanda bit your lower lip and gave a gentle tug before teasing: "I said you couldn't touch." She reminded you, but her voice was so husky and affected that you'd think she'd be angrier if you decided to move away now.

Deciding it was worth the risk, you just pushed her fingers away to replace it with yours.

Gasping at feeling her so hot and wet, you sank your fingers between her folds. Wanda kissed you again, now both hands on your shoulders as your fingers worked inside her, slowly stroking in the same rhythm as your tongues.

When Wanda began to twitch, and her walls tightened around you, you moved your thumb to her neglected clit, applying just the right pressure to make her break the kiss, eyes rolling to the back of her head as a strangled moan escaped her mouth.

"You feel so good, Wanda." You whispered against her jaw, trailing your kisses down her skin as you felt her squeeze your fingers. The redhead just sighed in satisfaction, and with a few more deep strokes, she arched her back and came with a whimper against your shoulder, spasming on the seat.

Gently, you stroked her swollen clit, overstimulating her, and met her dark eyes again.

"I'm sorry for disobeying." You asked softly, your free hand gently caressing Wanda's sweaty hair away from her face. "I can't help it when you are so irresistible."

She smiled, using one hand to tug at your tie and make you lean toward her. "Keep giving me those and I will forgive you every time, my dear." She commented, her lips brushing against yours and the feeling of your fingers deep inside her was still making you dizzy with arousal.

"It's a deal." You murmured before closing the distance between your mouths again.

–//–

Almost half an hour later, you and Wanda finally arrived at her apartment. Stumbling between passionate kisses and tugging at each other's clothes, you blushed very brightly when the building's doorman - who was dropping off some equipment in the garage - wished you both goodnight with a teasing expression.

Wanda pulled back, smoothing her crumpled, raised dress, and you used your body to cup her body as well.

"Good evening, Mr. Heimdall." Wanda greeted almost embarrassed, trying to look more presentable by fixing her hair. "We're just..."

"I know very well, Wanda. I'll call your apartment when your brother brings the kids over early tomorrow morning." Interrupted the man with a smile, and Wanda chuckled in appreciation.

"Thank you." She spoke and then entwined your fingers together and pulled you gently toward the entrance.

In the elevator, you raised an eyebrow at her about the interaction. Wanda just shrugged, muttering something about Heimdall knowing everyone in the building before she kissed you again, and you had no interest other than her lips at that moment.

When you finally entered the apartment, between kisses and panting, Wanda closed the door behind her and pushed you toward the bedroom, half your clothes falling off on the way.

You fell to sitting on the mattress, wearing only your pants and shoes. Your eyes darkened as you met an equally out of breath Wanda Maximoff in a loose, crumpled dress, raised to thigh height.

"Take it off." You ordered with a gentle tug on the end, but Wanda gave a devilish giggle, pushing your hand away.

"It's lovely when you think you're the boss." She teases, and you sigh as she pushes you by the shoulders onto the mattress, riding on your lap the next moment.

Wanda is all over you suddenly, her mouth devouring yours with intensity as she finds a smooth rhythm against your hips that makes you choke against her tongue. Your hands steady themselves on her thighs, but Wanda moves hers to entwine your fingers together until she guides your arms back to the bed, holding your hands against the mattress.

The delicious friction of your hips together makes you see stars as Wanda increases speed, but your hands itch to touch her. As you begin to struggle against the grip, Wanda breaks the kiss and stops the movements, getting a sigh from you.

"I think I need to cuff you." She commented against your lips, her dark eyes, and tousled hair. She looked absolutely stunning. You could only groan in return, nodding in agreement. Wanda smiled, releasing your hands only to guide them back to your hair, guiding the rhythm of the deep kiss she gave you before she pulled away all at once, getting up and heading towards the closet.

You let out a deep sigh, feeling all the places where Wanda touched vibrating. She was back in no time, cotton cuffs in hand that made you shudder with excitement.

"Take off your clothes." She ordered and waited for you to obey -which you did in record time - before adding, "Lie on the bed."

Nodding quickly, you moved to lie down on the mattress, now completely exposed to Wanda, who for her part was biting her lips as she watched you. Unhurriedly, she moved closer to handcuff you to the headboard, your hands clasped firmly by the cuffs.

"Do they hurt?" She asked sweetly once the items were locked in place. Her gaze was on yours again as she caressed the skin of your wrists.

"N-no." You replied hoarsely, blushing over Wanda's touch and gaze. "Please, keep going."

Your request made Wanda smile. She rose from the bed, and without breaking eye contact, moved her hands to the beams of the dress and with one simple movement, the garment loosened on her body and slipped to the floor.

The sight made a hot wet wave hit your lower abdomen and your mouth water for her. This time, the cuffs held back your instinctive reaction to move your hands toward her, and you grunted softly as Wanda smiled.

"Oh, dorogoya, what am I going to do with you?" Wanda asked more to herself than to you, moving around the room.

"Anything, Wanda!" You retorted in aroused frustration. "Just touch me at once."

"You forgot the magic word, baby." She commented, a wicked smile on her lips that made you shudder.

"Please."

Wanda hums in approval, moving to sit on your hip. You gasped when you felt the way she was warm and wet against your stomach.

Wanda watched you struggle against the cuffs, biting her lips as she did so. "What is it, baby?" she asked innocently, moving her hips down a little, dangerously close to where you were throbbing. The trail of her wetness on your stomach made your muscles contract, and a strangled moan escaped you.

"I really want to touch you." You replied affected, being able to hear your heartbeat in your ears.

"You should have thought of that when you disobeyed me so many times, don't you think, baby?" she asked, tracing her fingers down the valley of your breasts, scratching her way gently down. You gasped, your body quivering with pleasure and arousal beneath her. "And that way you touched me in the office? So inappropriate only to leave me frustrated for the rest of the day."

"I'm sorry." You asked but were paying more attention to the way Wanda's fingers kept descending. She smiled as she noticed your gaze, and brought her hands to her own thighs.

"Don't worry, baby. You can play, as long as you know the consequences." She guided, and this time, moved her hips against yours until your intimacies were connected. The contact drew a deep groan from both of you. "And for now, you owe me some."

Nodding frantically, you let out a contented groan as Wanda begins to move against you. She moves slowly, pressing your cunts together as she rides you, your juices mixing together. Her hands steady themselves at the level of your stomach, pressing her nails against your skin as she guides her movements against you.

The hot tightness in your stomach was growing and threatening to explode with each precise movement of her pussy against your clit, and you could no longer control the sounds as well as Wanda, who was having trouble keeping her eyes open as her climax neared.

"Wanda, look at me." You urged in a hoarse, affected gasp, now moving your hips in the same rhythm as hers. "I want to see you come."

She opened her eyes and you could no longer see the greens in it, the irises fully dilated as she kept thrusting forward. Wanda came in the same second you did, her eyes rolling to the back of her head and her back arched as she spilled against you, her liquids running down your pussy and thigh. Her mouth returned to yours the next minute, a panting, messy kiss, as you tried to recover from your climax together.

You struggled against the cuffs again, your urge to hold her made you forget the items for a moment, and the sound made Wanda smile against your lips.

"Patience, baby." She asked biting your lower lip and giving a tug to pull away a little just to look at you. "We have all night for you to touch me."

You only responded with a frustrated groan as she pulled away again, legs slightly trembling from climax as she moved away to the head of the bed. You frowned in curiosity, only widening your eyes softly when you saw Wanda pull out of the drawer the rings you returned to her.

"How was it again that you said that day, dear?" She asked as she approached you once more, now sitting beside you as she placed the rings on her fingers. "How many fingers do you think I should use?"

She asked, her hand sliding down your body, the icy coldness of the metal in contrast to your warm skin made you shudder. "I'll bet you'll be tight with three, too."

Moaning softly, you merely looked down where Wanda found her way to your needy cunt. You were still vibrating from the last orgasm, but Wanda didn't care about that. She slid two fingers in with ease, and covered the loud moan you let escape with her own mouth.

The cuffs made a noise and the headboard shuddered as you began to struggle against the grip, Wanda's agile fingers finding your sweet spot with ease, and the slowness and depth of her thrusts making you spasm on the bed.

"God, you're so sexy." She praised watching you twitch and moan on her bed, feeling your soaking wet pussy pulling her in every time she withdrew her fingers. "Cum for me, baby. You can make a mess."

With a loud exclamation, you felt the tightness in your abdomen explode and your whole body vibrate as your climax came. Wanda watched you adoringly, the movements stopping smoothly as you spilled over onto her fingers.

She moved closer to your face, kissing your cheek and jaw before bringing her mouth to your ear. "Give me one more, baby. And I'll uncuff you."

Her fingers moved out, and then, she added the third as she slid in again. A throaty moan escaped you, sensitive from the last climax and the feeling of being so full. "Wanda, fuck." You choked, but she just giggled, her thumb finding your clint to stimulate it with circles and making you whimper.

"So tight, baby. You were right." She whispered huskily, her free hand in your hair. "Can I move?"

"Yes, please." You practically begged, and Wanda kissed your cheek before she began to move. At first, she went slowly, but soon, she was frantically thrusting against you, her out-of-pace breathing and soft praise against your ear in conjunction with her movements had you coming in record time, arching your back into the mattress.

"Holy fuck, that was..."

"Fuckin' incredible.." Wanda completed with a smile, causing you to let out a hoarse, affected laugh. She removed her fingers, bringing them to her own lips, and the image of watching her taste you with such satisfaction almost made you ready to start all over again.

Seeing the look on your face, Wanda giggled, moving to release you from the cuffs with ease, a soft exclamation of surprise when you wasted no time in grabbing her by the waist and pulling her on top of you.

Wanda smiled against your lips, returning the kiss with equal intensity. You kissed her slowly, your hands firmly on her hips while hers were entwined behind your head.

You stayed just like that for a few minutes. Kissing. It seemed almost as intimate as what you were doing before. And then Wanda pulled away, her forehead against yours and her breathing out of rhythm, smiling as she moved her hands to your arms.

"I love you." She confessed then, in a hoarse, heartfelt sigh. You swallowed dryly, opening your eyes to look at her, and waited for her to do the same. When her emerald irises met yours, you smiled.

"I love you too, Wanda." You retorted, your fingers caressing her skin. She smiled, so true and content that it made your chest ache with emotion. And then she kissed you again, softer than before, like a confirmation. You wasted no time in kissing her back, and also choked when she pressed your bodies together again, feeling her move instinctively against you.

It didn't look like you were going to leave that room anytime soon, but honestly, you weren't complaining.

–//–

When Wanda awoke, the apartment had a delicious smell of eggs and bacon.

She groped around on the mattress but found the bed empty. Opening her eyes in a mixture of sleep and confusion, she brushed her tousled hair out of the front of her face and looked around. You weren't in the room. All she found was a note on the headboard with the message "get dressed."

Grabbing the first set of clean, comfortable clothes she found in the closet, she made her way out of the room, frowning at the sounds of voices that were coming from the kitchen.

When Wanda reached the commode, she was taken aback by the image of her children - sitting at the kitchen table next to their uncle - and you, who was cooking and was responsible for the wonderful scent around the apartment.

"Look who decided to join us." Remarked Pietro relaxedly when Wanda walked in. The redhead was too shocked by the domesticity of the scene to say anything.

"Mom, your girlfriend is so cool!" Billy commented next. He raised his plate to chest height, fancy pancakes were there. "She knows how to make food with smiley faces."

You laughed embarrassedly, busying yourself with not burning your eggs while justifying only that your niece loved pancakes with cartoon faces.

"I..." Wanda began still dumbfounded, and Pietro laughed at her face, rising from the table with a cup of coffee in hand.

"Sestra, here to help clear your thoughts." He teases as he hands the item to Wanda, who rolls her eyes at him slightly.

She approaches the table, and after kissing the top of each of her children's heads, Wanda approaches you.

"Good morning." She whispers against your ear, kissing your cheek as she watches you finish your food.

"Good morning, Wanda."

"Did you sleep well?"

You smile, turning your face to her. "Like a baby."

"That's because you are one. My baby." She jokes, making you let out an embarrassed giggle. She kisses your red cheek before pulling away a little when you have to turn off the stove and serve the eggs and bacon on the boys' plate.

"We just invited Y/N to the night fair tonight, sestra." Pietro announces the next moment, and Wanda takes her eyes from you to her brother.

"Oh, that's nice." Says the redhead with a tender smile, impacted by the image of you making Billy and Tommy giggle with the faces on their pancakes.

"Mommy, can we go on the roller coaster?" Tommy asked next, and Wanda gave a nodding giggle.

"I want to go on the horror house." Billy retorted and Pietro let out an excited exclamation, giving a high five with his nephew.

"What about you and Y/N, Mom? Which ride-on toy do you guys want to go to?" Tommy asked.

Pietro didn't miss the opportunity to mock, "The kissing booth."

You laughed with flushed cheeks as the twins made disgusted faces, and Wanda moved to try to hit her brother, who wasted no time in running away from the other woman.

Amid laughter and teasing, you had your first breakfast with the Maximoffs. It wasn't your last meal with them, and you and Wanda definitely went to the kissing booth more than once.

In time, she would stop calling you her girlfriend, and start calling you something much better.

"Miss Maximoff, any comments on the recent Kamar Taj board promotion for your former employee, miss L/N?" Asked one of the pushy reporters standing at the entrance of the event to which Wanda was heading. She gave a little smile away from the camera flashes, but didn't take off her sunglasses.

"Mr. Kent, tell the Daily Bugle that if they want any statement from me about this, the first step is to start using her correct name." Wanda retorted without stopping walking, the reporters following her as far as the railing would allow. "My wife goes by Mrs. Maximoff as well."

The flashes became more frequent. "We thought the wedding was just a rumor!" Justified the man in shock at the first-hand story.

"A closed ceremony only. I assure you I am a married woman." Wanda merely replied, a short smile on her lips. The reporters frantically begged her to give more information but she just dashed into the event.

There was a crowd of people waiting for her to present the Maximoff Company's new project in conjunction with Eternals Inc. A large model of a city was set up on the stage.

Wanda twirled her wedding ring on her fingers, mentally reciting some of the rehearsed speech before approaching the stage.

The banner reading "Westview - Home is where you make it" at the top made Wanda smile.

[books-and-catears]

Hey, Hey, Hey! It’s been a minute but I didn’t wanna spam ya with requests while you have life stuff to deal with ☺️

This is similar to my Savage!MC ask but the brothers reacting to MC snapping at them and defending Mammon before calling the brothers out whenever they go too hard on him. Let’s be real, Mammon just acts on his sin and gets punished but when Lucifer’s a prick and threatens MC; crickets.

When Beel eats everything and damn near causes everyone to starve as well as threw a tantrum and nearly injured MC over custard;everyone turns a blind eye.

Levi guilt trips and whine over the smallest things but says the worst insults to Mammon and tried to kill MC over TSL.

Asmo acts like he’s above everyone and prefers to tend to his looks than help others (such as during the castle tour) but he gets no scolding.

Belphie routinely harasses Luci with Satan (who loses his temper) AND they all either threatened/killed MC but should Mammon do anything, he’s the worst. Even though Mammon:

- Never threatened MC

- Does shit for his brothers when asked (he may joke of needing a grimm but he’s an Avatar of greed and still gets the job done)

- Is very loyal to them

- And is a good brother to take falls for them. He knows how to sacrifice for them and the slightest inconvenience gets him thrown under the bus

These guys ain’t shit and I wouldn’t wanna be around them until they learn how to treat him better and equally work on their flaws rather than rip on Mammon, who’s a whole ass victim despite being the second strongest brother who takes it because he genuinely loves his brothers yet gets shit on by them so much.

Ooh this savage MC has nothing but heart eyes for Mammon and it's adorable. Right this one is going to be angsty and it's going to sting. I'm doing this in a short story instead of a headcannon cause it just seems right that way. Hope that's okay?

It was just another one of those days Mammon tried to steal his brothers stuff and sell it again. Another day of being upside down and being laughed at. Normally he wouldn't care - it was the usual routine. But something seemed off this time.

"Mammon.. are you okay?" You approach him. He was rubbing his shoulders and arms as if to comfort the pain. He looked more tired and pained than usual.

"Ah I'm alright MC. Just the same old ya know?" He laughed. It sounded hollow yet it pierced your heart.

Enough. Enough of this. You weren't going to stand by and watch this happen again.

"You should rest." You place an arm on his shoulder and take him to his room. Making sure he's asleep, you leave. You have some problematic demons to deal with it.

"Ah MC? What brings you here? You seem rather disturbed." He asks as you storm into his study, fuming with anger.

"You tell me, you sadistic peacock." You had lost all sense of self-preservation and normalcy. Just echoing the rage in your brain.

"Excuse me?" Lucifer said, half-amused, half-shocked.

"Either you stop treating Mammon this way or I will make your life hell." You grit your teeth.

"I already have my brothers doing that what more will you do MC? Besides Mammon had it coming. He went stealing Levi's and Asmo's things again." Lucifer said nonchalantly.

"What do expect from the Avatar of Greed? He's just acting how he's cursed to. Just like the rest of you, nicompoops. Stop listening through the door and come inside." You said loudly.

The other brothers were still in the corridor nearby overhearing the whole thing. You could hear them gasp loudly at your boldness and scutter inside one by one.

"Now let me elaborate, so you rotten cucumbers understand me clearly." You cleared your throat.

Leviathan

"This little snake in tried to kill me because I may have known a little bit more about his favourite anime than him. Where's his punishment?" You point at Levi.

"MC I'm sorry...I couldn't help it was too new to me." Levi started. "But Mammon keeps stealing my things how is that fair-"

"And you keep throwing us into new kinds of disasters with your game hoarding problem."

"If you're still mad about the TSL incident I swear I take it all back-"

"Shut up snake, we know the reason. You're the Avatar of Envy. Getting jealous is your whole point. So you didn't get punished. Moving on..." Your finger now points to Satan. "This wild cat."

Satan

"He also threatened me cause I didn't want to make a pact with him. And when he actually flies off his handle, he wrecks his room and half the house down."

Satan seemed like he wanted to say something but he scowled and looked away.

"However I won't be too hard on him, cause he tries to keep his thing in check. And the whole reason he even has Wrath is because of Lucifer. So I get your hate towards Lucifer, but Mammon doesn't deserve any of it."

"MC you know I can't tolerate stupidity-" He grumbled.

"Oh must be hard looking in the mirror then, with all your failed pranks. And speaking of mirrors, this over- perfumed mannequin." You turn to Asmo.

Asmodeus

"How have I possibly hurt anyone MC? You know I stand for Love too right?" Asmo said, batting his pretty little eyes.

"For someone who stands for LOVE, if you can even call it that," You make a disgusted face, "You surely love making a mockery out of your elder brother and revel in his misery, you over- perfumed potato."

"But I never cause problems do I? Why must I be punished just for standing by?"

"Your high and mighty sense of worth is an illusion you live in. You dress up pretty and act social to validate yourself, trying to conceal the ugliness within. Truly you are nothing but Lust. Also you're the reason we almost got eaten by a giant snake." You shake your head. "Now speaking of eating..."

Beelzebub

"This giant food vaccum." You point to Beel. "He tried to eat me over a custard. Like excuse me? There's still plenty of food outside? And let's not forget that week we all had to eat cup ramen for a week cause he finished the whole pantry."

Beel softly muttered and apology and looked down.

"He even ate the walls and pillars once! Surely those renovations cost way more than however much Mammon steals? Where's his punishment?!"

"MC enough. He's sorry already." Beel's twin spoke up. You glared at him and smiled. "Don't worry I saved the best for last."

Belphegor

"This lazy murderous cow." You walk up to him slowly. "Not only does everyone have to your chores - you love causing chaos."

Belphie laughed, "That I do. But that's only with Lucifer. What else did I do?"

"Oh you want me to go there? I surely will." You say with a sting in your eye. "In your plan to avenge your sister, you killed what was left of her in the first timeline. And your brothers just stood by and watched. Where's your penance, you murder hornet?"

Belphie's eyes grew wide. Everyone looked shocked and uncomfortable. You never brought this up before now.

"But why bother asking you about it. I should be asking the ultimate punisher of this family." You turn to Lucifer.

Lucifer

"Ah! If it isn't Diavolo's pet dog! How is your master today? Does he treat you the way you treat Mammon? Is that why you come here to take your revenge on your little brother instead? Tell me Lucifer does Diavolo punish you then?"

"MC, I understand you maybe upset but you are crossing a line here." Lucifer stood up with a gutteral growl.

"Sit doggie. I didn't ask for you yet." You commanded. Lucifer sat back down as with great force. He stared at you flummoxed.

"Did you forget about the pacts already, you pompous goat? You have threatened and tried to kill me more than anyone else in this family so congratulations! I will use my pacts way more generously now." You mock bowed in gratitude.

"You might win in a fight against him but let me tell you this..." You stared back at the others.

"Mammon is the second strongest in this family. If he wanted to - if he REALLY wanted to, all of you would be turned to dust. He is stronger than all of you - but he hides it. He supresses his powers and his anger because he loves you too much. How could he ever hurt his little brothers?" You felt tears in your eyes at this point.

"AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY HIM? He's only acting on his sin! Just like the rest of you! Why must he be singled out and mocked at? I won't allow it. Never again."

"If you hurt Mammon again, I swear you will have to face me. And before you think you have a chance against me, do remember the pacts you all happily made with me I will not hesitate to use them against you dysfunctional lot-"

"MC... Stop." You felt Mammon hug you from behind.

"Mammon? I thought you were asleep." You say looking back at him. His tears were misty but his smile more full.

"And I thought I was supposed to protect ya, human! And you're out here protecting me..." Mammon trailed off and held you closer.

"We can protect each other."