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ristay · 2 days

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I have been a long time comic artist who shares her stories. I posted the last two days about my dog needing help and so many of you rallied around us and generated funds and upvotes for exposure. He had to have two separate emergency surgeries totaling $12,000. We don’t even know if he will make it. The vets had us optimistic which is why we proceeded to save his life, but we got an update it’s about 50/50 now as he just got of his second surgery. we have about 10k of the 12k vet bills covered, we are almost to the full amount.

If you have ever laughed, smiled or enjoyed my comics I beg of you to help upvote this for the fund awareness.

Please and thank you from the bottom of my heart.

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We need help. On May 11th, at 11:30 pm, our beloved German Shepherd, Atreyu, had his stomach flip; Gastric Dilatation Volvulus (GDV). This is an emergency and life-threatening situation in which a dog with this condition has on average two hours to live.

That night, while feeding my foster kitten, I checked on Atreyu, who had seemed slightly off the hour before. His abdomen had swelled up to three or four times the size it should be. I knew instantly his stomach had flipped and he was nearing death. Freddie was able to speed to the Veterinary ER Hospital and get there in just enough time for them to perform the first life-saving surgery. Unfortunately though he needed another surgery (yesterday) and it didn’t go the way they planned. He has about 50/50 chance of making it.

We have a small amount in our savings but we are not able to afford the full amount. Any help from our friends and family or even fans of the comics, to help pay towards these two emergency surgeries would be desperately and greatly appreciated. I know we are not the only ones tight on money in this economy so please know, no matter what amount you can pay/or upvote this post, if you are able to help us we are forever thankful for anything you can do.

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tacitusauxilium · 16 days

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So. Uh…the next couple months are gonna probably be bad with me stressing out with work and such. My whole shift is probably going to be changing—hours and days—and we are suppose to know this week what we all got. So, I’m a nervous wreck since I go on vacation this month and in two months.

My husband, on the other hand, is not holding it in well. They are forcing people in his department to go from 8a-4p to 3a-11a. And we can’t do that since my mom watches our son four days a week, which will now be 5 days with my new schedule. He is only working 8a-11a three to four days a week and his fifth day is always 8 hours. So, we lost over $500 on this paycheck.

He’s panicking, I’m taking my anxiety medicine to just not FEEL anything cause if I do, I’m going to scream or cry or hit something, so we are a wreck. We can’t even do anything for our son’s birthday this Sunday which we planned out weeks ago and have to cancel.

And my mom’s hours and days are being cut—two or three days of work instead of four—so I’m the bread winner and I’m losing my mind. Not knowing what’s gonna happen is causing me to get my period earlier than normal and I don’t wanna leave this place. We just got insurance taken care of thanks to the union, so I’ll save money, and there is no customer interactions, but dammit—I have to take melatonin to knock me out or I’ll be up all night worrying.

So, I’m a nervous wreck and just spotty with talking to people or wanting to do anything. I try to stay at places for more than four years but every TIME I do, something shitty happens. This is the third time my shift and hours have changed in four years since I’ve been here. Just…needed to vent and rant cause I hear it all day at work and I want my days off with my husband and I wanna see my kid and want to come home for dinner—!

I hate playing everything day by day. I just want a life outside of work even if I don’t have friends or anything to do. Just…want to unwind and can’t. I’ll keep you all updated on what the heck happens this month.

#ooc #kiki speaks #mobile post #tw: venting #cw: venting #(it’s been a bad couple weeks at work and at home.#after all the bills are paid and gas for the car we only have a small amount of money #and we have to save money in savings for emergencies #and for Momocon #and at this point…idk what to do #for the first time in my life I’m SCARED about not being able to pay off bills #all because my job wants ppl to quit with these shitty schedules #and day shift gets fucked again and night shift doesn’t)

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egberts · 11 months

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people shouldn't be allowed to sell houses that have known problems with things like the plumbing. like we are currently dealing with the ramifications of the people before us leaving the house in shitty condition, but what could we do? we couldn't afford anything that wasn't a fixer-upper and our apartment was falling apart under our feet. we were forced into a home buying decision and now live in a shoddy flip like millions of other young home buyers in America, meanwhile the people who caused the problems are running off with the profit and a smile on their face

#we legit cannot afford this #like we just dont have the money we are a paycheck to paycheck household #we dont have an emergency savings big enough for this #the only reason we could afford a down payment was taxes like be fr #plumbing problems

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the-trans-dragon · 5 months

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Y'know it was REALLY goddamn evil and nefarious that the oil fields gave my mom (a single mom working 3 jobs to raise 2 kids) a single $5,000 check in exchange for her signing a nondisclosure to never complain about them.

Of course we fucking took the money. Even with her working 1 full-time job and 2 part-time jobs, she barely made over $1,000 a month. Of course she took the money. We though about moving but we still couldn't afford it. She was so frugal with it, though. It did give us a sliver of financial security for years.

But goddamn. $5,000 is table scraps to them, and they bought her silence with it because she couldn't refuse the chance to slightly lessen the weight of poverty on her family.

#sorenhoots #i remember i was like 11 or something. she didnt know if she should sign it. and its not like we had or knew any lawyers. she had ME read it #over and even i was like “this is a nondisclosure and it means you cant ever talk about anything they do even if they do something terrible”#i recall being very proud of myself for knowing what a NDA was. lord knows where my middle-school self learned that from. she did eventually #have a lawyer of some sort look over it and they said the same thing but.... $5000 #it wasnt an option for her. that was more money than wed ever had or saved. she had two kids who would need cars bc we lived so far in the #country. she knew i wanted to go to college. i dont think i ever saw her buy herself clothes before then either. it was money for emergencys #and necessities and birthday presents and road trips and... i often wondered about the person who offered us that. i wondered where they #lived and wondered how much their clothes costed and wondered if their kids got to have art or piano lessons. i wondered if their home was #over 80 degrees in the summer and under 60 in the winter and if they lived in a house that wasnt filled with dangerous spiders (we had nice #spiders too but we did also have Very Dangerous Spiders) and id picture him in his office in a button up and slacks and it would break my #heart that my mom couldnt have all of that. we just had a $5000 check and a vow to not complain.#she still feels earthquakes from it. less nowdays but still. and sometimee it still smells like a jar of hot petroleum jelly. and the attic #smell is worse than ever and the tap water smells like sulfur and wet mold #goddamn what the fuck? jesus christ. she should move.

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brown-little-robin · 8 months

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#in other news I think if I ever get a sheepskin rug #I'll really feel like I have Made It.#there was a family we used to visit who had a sheepskin rug and I thought it was the best thing ever. the height of luxury and realness #tbh I am excited to be out of college get a job and figure out what budgeting looks like *then*.#I don't even care if I have a lot of spending money man #I just look forward to.... tithing. saving for purchases. maintaining an emergency fund. cheap grocery shopping. that sort of thing. joys

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psychoticwillgraham · 1 year

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mom: ‘go ahead and buy whatever food, drinks, and snacks you want because I want you to have enough stuff to eat in the mornings. you’re still getting the self care shopping day but I just decided to save enough money to let you go on a food shopping spree, so don’t worry about price today.’

me:

#I legit almost started crying in the middle of the store #she let me get mostly stuff I haven’t had in forever bc of price (stuff that’s $6 plus)#or have always wanted to try but money wasn’t there #look we’re finally not struggling financially so we can afford this #we’re just saving everything back in case of emergencies #I know she’s doing this bc of my year sobriety on Sunday #AND she got me a $25 psn card so I could buy the season pass for D2!!!

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lyriumsings · 7 months

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i’m about to have a terrible night i just know it

#spoilers: it’s gonna be bc of my parents lol #already talked to my friend about moving in with them after i get a job and save some money #lyriumsings txt #i can’t leave fast enough #i’m gonna try to draw after i cook dinner #learned my ipad dies waaayyy slower on airplane mode #so that’s nice #i’m almost done with two really nice pieces i’m excited about #i have to keep chipping away at them bc we had family emergencies all week #honestly the past two weeks of we’re being real #and naturally that wasn’t enough #so my parents are picking fights with each other #i’m just gonna stay outta the crossfire tbh #long as it doesn’t touch me i don’t care

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faultsofyouth · 1 year

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I hate that women are made to feel guilty and afraid of being gold diggers for accepting gifts and free dates from men because there is something super sweet about a broke ass middle class motherfucker paying for Your broke ass' lunch 😤

#my bf and i have been trading a 20 back and forth for the past 2 months because we get paid at different times which means #one of us is always broke the week after the other one just got paid. and we both love SNACKIES #literally no way to make me happier than be feeding me its like having a boyfriend = free emergency snack fund #this didnt happen with my last bf ever even tho he made more money than me! he used to ask ME for money when i was unemployed #bc he wanted to buy vapes........... literally wanted to use my Saving accounts for vapes...... i feel like i ''traded up'' a little hahaha #my posts #ok ok i know gold digger and 'broke ass middle class mf' dont belong in the same post together #BUT i know im not the only lady who feels really weird about getting gifts outside of holidays #or not being able to pay for our own food when people take us out but actually #it feels Super nice to be an adult who can eat whenever i want to even when i dont have any money.... thats wicked sexy to me 🤯#and in general its nice to know that money is simultaneously important to your partner and Not As Important as You are #like yea man im the motherfucking queen. bring me money and cheese 💅

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famewolf · 9 months

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okokokok I feel really confident about the prebuilt pc I've selected and found a nice monitor on sale that fits the specs I want

not pulling the trigger just yet, but I think this is it!

#[static]#it's also under what I thought I was going to spend which is really nice #I just gotta Think about it for a few more hours #it's ... very emotionally difficult to spend money on things ... even when I've spent the better part of a year saving up for it #I will spend money in a heartbeat if someone wants something #but the moment that i want something i can't do it lmao #im like shaking myself by the shoulders 'YOU SAVED UP FOR THIS THIS IS WHAT YOU WANTED!!!!'#because then im like ... well what if an emergency happens and you could have used that money towards the emergency #instead of the thing u saved up for #and that one always gets me lmao #i do have emergency money so im not feeling As bad about using the money i saved for a pc ... on a pc #[heavy sarcasm] we love feeling guilty over spending money we have saved for a specific purpose

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wizardclown · 3 months

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trying to find a job for the weekends tbh,,,,, but its so hard???

#my.txt #i dont not need the money #we all need money #work life balance i say as im trying to work every single day #i feel like im not saving any money and lowkey making me nervous #like i have RETIREMENT savings but what about now #what if i have an emergency #cant save for a house cant save for a car cant save everything is just bills

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prideprejudce · 11 months

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people saying that users aren’t being compassionate enough towards the billionaires stuck in the death coffin at the bottom of the ocean and calling us “ghouls” for bringing up the absolute absurdity of the entire situation and it’s like……of course no one ever deserves to die by suffocation or freezing to death and it’s a hope that by some miracle that these people are found and somehow saved. however people are aloud to point out the irony of how our current wealth gap is so high that there are people who are able to spend 250k, an amount that most people don’t see in their entire lives, like it’s a movie ticket. except instead of seeing a movie they are entering a death chamber to the bottom of the ocean so they can gawk at the mass grave of over a thousand people

“the CEO of the company tricked them and he’s the real capitalist villain while the other passengers are blameless” I agree that the CEO (who is also stuck in the submarine with them) is as grimy as they come and cut corners in order to make as much money as possible. that’s a given. but as we are seeing now, most people who have never even stepped foot in the ocean their entire lives could see that this was a disaster waiting to happen. you don’t have to be a maritime expert to see that. the submersible has no emergency beacon, is controlled by an off brand game controller, made from parts from a camp store, navigated by texts from above, is bolted in from the outside, and has a contract that passengers sign that mentions “death” three times on the front page. most people couldn’t be paid to step foot in it - and these people paid 250k to go to the bottom of the ocean in it

once again, no one is relishing at people dying stuck in an essentially gutted out minivan at the bottom of the ocean. especially when one passenger is 19 and the other is a legitimate titanic researcher. but people are allowed to be mad that thousands upon thousands of dollars of taxpayer money and resources are being used to try and literally pluck these people out of the ocean and save them from a grave that they literally helped dig themselves into without a care in the world. they are the 1% who can put themselves in peril as much as they please and spend money and waste resources like it’s water but will always expect to be saved from the brink of death by us regular folk so they can call themselves an “adventurer” at their next luncheon

#oceangate #titanic #the titanic #the titan #titan submarine #titan submersible #stockton rush #maritime disaster #this has been sitting on my mind for a while #bc people are wagging their fingers at users calling out the obvious lunacy of this entire scenario and calling them Ghouls #like if ur okay with people being able to spend 250k to bury themselves at sea while others fight homelessness that’s on you

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havegaysex · 1 year

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My dad telling me about the new horse he just bought when I'm crying over car repairs and making my car payment really just pisses me off so much

#like he's called me a freeloader before #and it's like I don't know maybe I just am angry that he financially destroyed my mother and she's still recovering from it #and he now has a rich bitch wife whose family has slave money and I'm constantly hearing about all the new expensive things they're buying #she's literally a landlord #every time I go to his house I try and make sure I steal toilet paper and dog treats and paper towels and baggies #they have so much excess #and when he complains to me about his budget being really tight it's like maybe if you lived within your means he wouldn't be stressing #I literally can't have savings or I will lose my health insurance and food money and money to pay for having a car and living #and you're complaining about how your six-figure retirement took a drop this week fuck you #I will be poor my whole life and my father and stepmother will be complaining about not having money after they just spent $400 at Costco #when the State of emergency was in place and I was getting over 200 a month for food he said that's more than we spend a weekend at Costco #I hate rich people #I hate landlords

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thiamfresh · 1 year

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Paying all the rent, bills and food. Buying wveryrhing dog related including his 400 castration in 2 weeks. All the costs for new floors and furniture and electricals for my brother moving in(who will not be paying rent because like my mother he's not working at the moment) Being kicked out of my own bedroom so my brother can move in. Over a thousand pound at the dentist in the last month and my mums still hounding me for 200 more rent despite? Me covering?? The costs of?? Everything??

Yeah sure. This is totally fu king fair. I'll just?? Go rob a fucking bank or sell a ducking kidney I guess??

#once upon a time i had savings and hope of eventually moving out #now all 3 of my bank accounts are empty and im overdrawn trying to pay my mums fucking drug money i guess #lmaooooo #everyday im closer to death and everyday im fucking celebrating that fact #and when i say all 3of my bank accounts i mean i have my money account and 2 savings account one of which is meant to be my emergency fund #for when we inevitably get kicked out and cant afford to move #because my mumscredit is so shit we need 6 months rent upfront if that happens #and my mums way of dealing with that knowledge is to cry when rheres a house inspection and do nothing else #and the other is my tax savings because im self employed and need to do my own taxes #im not like sancy off shore account #literallt just different bank accounts go seperate my money so i dont accidentall6 spend my emergency fund or tax fund #but now ive had to spend all my tax and emergency and regular money so oooops

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ew-selfish-art · 9 months

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DpxDc AU: Justice League requires all of its youngest members to list at least one adult emergency contact in case something happens out in the field- And Lancer did tell Danny to put his number down if he needed help!

Lancer wanted to call CPS, wanted to call them for years, but something was wrong with his beloved town and the government agents that came were always… ill mannered. To say the least. So with the young Mr.Fenton appearing wounded in his class on multiple occasions, sleeping through lectures even more often, Lancer felt himself gradually accept that no other adult was going to step up to protect this child.

He figures out his Identity as Phantom and it makes his rage boil hotter than Dante’s sixth layer of hell. Danny refuses to abandon his parents (who continue to hunt him unknowingly), and he refuses to let any of his ghostly responsibilities fall wayside (this CW fellow is a real piece of work!).

But for all the things he expected when he told Danny that he could be trusted and could help- Ms. Manson and Mr.Foley coming to him for help, patching wounds, offering snacks and covering for Danny when attacks occurred in class- he hadn’t expected the Justice League to be knocking on his door.

Lancer blinked at the appearance of Batman in his classroom after the final bell, but then his stomach dropped.

TELLTALE HEART THATS THE BATMAN!!

“Phantom listed you as his emergency contact. Have you had any recent communication with him?” The deep, gravel voice startled Lancer.

Lancer checks his phone, Danny had skipped class today; and while Lancer was working with Danny to get him after school lessons and tutoring for all of the hours he missed, it was uncommon for him not to respond at Lancer’s text asking for a confirmation of his safety.

“Not in 24 hours, but I can message him again.” Lancer is shaking as he types on his phone to team phantom-Who wouldn’t be nervous at both the implications of Danny’s safety and the Batman??

Superman flies into the room from the open doorway, “No luck, without a heartbeat I can’t find him. Where ever they have him it’s lead lined or he’s keeping himself invisible.”

SCARLET LETTER ITS SUPERMAN!?!

Danny doesn’t reply to Lancer, and neither do Danny’s friends.

“He has two team members with whom he is inseparable, if none of them are responding then all three have been accosted. I’m coming with you until we find them.” Lancer declares and while he’s sure that Batman is unimpressed, Superman gives him a sad smile and nods.

Thus Lancer joins the Justice League for a day, Helps to save Team Phantom and Informs the takedown of an illegal government agency.

Batman also slides him some adoption papers and a card for a lawyer if Lancer decides to formally adopt Danny. Lancer also wins a Wayne Excellence Award for Teaching that year but he’s pretty sure the money is unrelated to Danny’s alter ego- after all, Lancer is a fantastic teacher.

#dcxdp #dpxdc #dc x dp #danny phantom #dp x dc #dc crossover #dp crossover #I like to think that lancer learns so much about the IR from Danny that he becomes akin to a consultant for the JL and JLD #like a ghost appears and if Danny is in a different dimension or smith they just call his English teacher #lancer being a bro to Danny is my fave #but I’m biased cause I had an English teacher who noticed my mental health decline before anyone else bothered to care #lancer gets a check in the mail and it’s for a ton of money and it’s labeled JL Hazard Pay #Bruce: game respects game #lancer corrects both Constantine’s information and his grammar

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multifariousqueer · 1 year

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can you write miles 42 having readers bank account, card ALL that on his phone and gets mad if she purchases shi with money he didint give her. its really crazy but its miles 42....what do you expect??? hehe

Sure love!!!

A/n: y’all I love you so much but I need you guys to start requesting regular miles fanfic pls. Although 42 miles owns my 🩷

It was just a simple necklace. It was the Vivienne Westwood necklace that you saw everyone around you wearing and wanted so badly. You knew Miles would get it for you in a heartbeat but a part of you wanted to get it for yourself. It had been a long, stressful semester but you struggled through it all and got to a point where ou were passing with A’s and B’s. Coincidentally, you had gotten a job at Starbucks after months of applying and you had about $1000 saved up of your own money that you were waiting to spend on something special. That was, until that “something special” came along in the form of Miles.

You never knew what he did but you knew he was making 8x your salary in a month. It seemed like anything you wanted, you got when you were with Miles; shoes, clothes, books, makeup any and everything you wanted, it was yours in a matter of days. It’s worth mentioning that Miles is extremely overprotective and wants to know everything about what you’re doing and buying because he loves you and cares about your habits.

Even on Miles’s birthday when you dipped into your savings to get him the latest Jordan’s, he was furious that you had to use your own money:

“Damn Ma, these are valid. How much were they?”

“Oh don’t worry about it” you said

“I said, how much were they.” His eyes narrowing in on you because he knew how much they were because he was gonna buy them 2 weeks ago but decided not to.

“$500. I’ve been saving for them for you, baby. It’s all good” you tried to assure him

“Aight. thank you.” He said, pulling you close to him, the scent of the Dior Sauvage cologne you also bought him, filling your nostrils

But deep down you knew he was pissed off and mad that you spent your own money, so after a long talk about how he should be able to keep tabs on you and keep you safe, you gave him your Apple Pay and banking info for emergencies only but of course it’s Miles and being the overprotective boyfriend he is, he checks it everyday for any “extravagant purchases” made by you or someone else.

Of course he isn’t crazy, he set a $25 limit for you before he steps in and asks what’s up. Once, you were at a mall with your friend and found the cutest shirt at Urban Outfitters and decided to buy it. The price tag read $50 but you went ahead and got it; the same happened at Bath and Body Works and Tilly’s and as you made your way to the bathroom, you got a text from Miles:

Miles: did someone take your card?

You: no why??

Miles: why’d you spend $150 in an hour??

You: I’m at the mall

Miles: so? I pay for your shit

You: dawg it’s $150. It’s not that deep 💀

Miles: I ain’t yo “dawg” and yes it is when Yk I buy you shit

You: you aren’t my sugar daddy

Miles: I basically am atp. I’m sending you $1000, buy something cute

You contemplated leaving him on seen but you remembered how he hates that so you replied:

You: Okay

You had saved up enough to get the necklace and when you got it, you were ecstatic. You thought about all of the possible outfit combos and how good it will look against your brown skin but your thoughts were interrupted by a certain someone:

Miles: what’d I tell you, Mami?

You: ?

Miles: don’t play dumb, yk I would’ve bought you that necklace in a heartbeat but instead you wanted to be miss independent and buy it yourself. I guess since you’re so independent, I’ll stop sending you that $1000 every week. How about that?

You: ok

Miles: ?

You: we can discuss this when I get home

Miles: K

You: k

It was a long ride home but eventually you accepted that Miles was gonna rip your head off and there wasn’t anything you could do about it.

When you got home, he had three of the necklaces, two huge teddy bears, a bouquet of your favorite flowers and the newest pair of Jordan’s waiting for you:

“What’s all this?” You smiled and asked

“I told you I’ll pay for your shit, y/n” miles said, with a small smirk on his face

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ozzgin · 2 months

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Yandere! Demon x Gloomy! Reader

As much as you'd like to spend the rest of your life secluded away from the world, you need money. Conveniently enough, a new detective agency in town is hiring, and the salary is ridiculously good. The catch? Oh, you'll see once you sign the contract right...here. Congratulations! You've sealed a lifetime bond with their one and only employee, a demon from the depths of Hell!

Content: female reader, monster romance, dark humor, perverted goat demon yandere, based on ‘Yondemasuyo, Azazel-San’

[Part 2] [Monster masterlist]

There’s still enough time to go back, you think. It’s loud and crowded and you’d rather be home. The temptation is beginning to creep its tendrils over your mind, so you quickly pull out your phone and check your bank account. The numbers remind you why you’re here in the first place: if you don’t get a job soon, you’ll run out of savings.

Come on, it can’t be that bad. In fact, it’s the best offer you’ve ever laid your eyes on. Minimal interaction with humans, short hours, and absurdly good pay. A new detective agency opened in your town and they’re looking for an assistant. A regular person would most likely be put off by such shady circumstances. There must be a catch, but you couldn’t care less either way. What are they going to do, kill you? Sell your organs on the black market? They’d spare you the time to plan your own demise.

You climb the stairs and knock on the door. A deep voice tells you to enter, and you sheepishly make your entrance. The office is rather small and somewhat cramped, with stacks of papers scattered over the floor. Behind the desk sits a man – maybe in his thirties? – with messy black hair, sunken eyes, and an irked expression. Is this the detective? He looks like an angry thug. Not that you’re one to judge, given your overall gloomy aura that deters passersby with ease.

“Yes?” he asks curtly, not even looking up from his book.

“I’m here for the job offer. The assistant role?”

“Ah, yeah. Completely forgot about that.” He rummages through his drawer and pulls out a sheet of paper, slapping it on the desk. “Here’s the details. Same as in the ad. Here’s where you sign. Do you have questions?”

“Hmm, I guess not.” You hum, indifferent, and scribble your name.

The man finally glances at you, faint intrigue on his face.

“This went unexpectedly smoothly. What if it was a scam?”

“Then what?” You stare him in the eye with a flaccid smile. “There’s nothing to take from me. If it is a scam indeed, you’ll be the one disappointed in the end.”

His eyes narrow in an eerie grin, and he stands up.

“Perfect match.”

“Excuse me?”

He walks towards a secondary room and waits for you to follow him. Once you’ve joined, he turns on the lights, and you immediately notice a strange seal painted on the floor: Geometric symbols resembling a pentagram, surrounded by words in a language you don’t understand. You’re carefully observing the strange sight, so entranced that you don’t sense the detective lifting your hand and casually piercing your finger with a small scalpel.

Before you can react to the sudden attack, he presses your hand onto the contract you’d signed earlier. You wince in pain and swiftly pull your hand away, glaring at the man.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” you demand angrily.

“I thought I’d already introduce you to the main tool we use to solve our cases.”

The sigil on the ground begins to glow and the edges move in a circular motion. A black ooze erupts from the center, rapidly expanding outwards. You glue yourself to the wall for safety, unsure of what is happening.

A clawed hand emerges from the cursed muck, grabbing onto the edges for support. Within seconds, a creature crawls its way out. A humanoid figure with curled horns and long locks, its body ending with goat hooves instead of legs, stands up and stretches before your terrified self. You tighten your jaw in anticipation.

“You always summon me during my best naps, damn it!” the demon barks.

The detective approaches the monster, completely unconcerned, and slaps its horns nonchalantly, earning a groan from the demon.

“Skip the unnecessary whining. This is our new assistant and your owner as of now.” He explains, dangling the contract before the horned creature and pointing a finger in your direction.

“The fuck? You said you’d end the deal if I completed that mission. You lied to me, you-!” the beast finally notices your presence and abruptly stops. “Well then, what do we have here?”

A wide, perverted smile replaces his frown, sharp fangs glistening with malice.

“Aren’t you a miserable one! You reek of apathy”, the demon exclaims, clacking his hooves in your direction. “Boy oh boy, I could just eat you up! Tell me your name.”

You open your mouth, but no sound comes out. You wonder if this is some bizarre dream after all. The demon clamps your lips back shut.

“Tempting offer, but I don’t need head right now. Save the gesture for later, alright? Let’s try again: Name!”

Your brows furrow in disbelief at his crass insolence.

“I-it’s (Y/N).” you finally manage to blurt out.

He strokes your head lovingly, as if he’s praising some house pet.

“Good girl. You can call me Zzy.”

For a moment, you completely forgot about the detective being in the same room. He places the demon under a firm hold and shoves him away from you, then hands you a thick, leathered book.

“This is his grimoire. Read it once you’re home. First day is tomorrow unless you need more time.”

“Tomorrow is fine”, you answer in a daze, fumbling to find the exit and ignoring the horned monster waving at you enthusiastically.

You’re lying in bed, still a little shaken from the events you witnessed earlier today. A detective agency that uses a demon to solve matters, and you’ve just been coerced into selling your soul for a lifetime bond with him. You sigh in exhaustion. At least the pay is good, you tell yourself as you trace your fingers over the old text of the grimoire:

“Great President of Hell, ruling three legions of demons. Brings insanity or great sorrow to any person the conjurer wishes. Feeds on sadness and fear. Causes people to end their life.”

Hard to believe that depraved buffoon holds such power. Although it does explain, at least, why the detective was eager to use you as a replacement. Or why the demon showed such intense interest.

“Who’s a buffoon?”

The voice is so close that you feel its hot breath on your ear. You scream and jump back in panic, tumbling out of the bed and scrambling onto the floor. You rub your eyes just to make sure: the half-goat creature is lounging under your sheets, gazing at you with a bored expression.

“Christ! I thought you’re not allowed to leave the office?” you inquire, baffled.

“That’s why I snuck this in your pocket!” he says as he procures a small coin. “I can track down cursed items. Hehe~”

As if remembering a vital detail, he throws himself up and joins you on the ground:

“Oh, but don’t tell Mr. Detective about it, or he’ll feed me to the dogs. It’s our secret.” he pleads, hands put together in a praying gesture.

“What are you even doing here?”

“I figured it’d be useful if we got to know each other as soon as possible, seeing as we’ll be working together from now on.”

“And it couldn’t wait until tomorrow?”

“Well…I also got really horny thinking of you and decided to just visit instead. How about a quick fuck?”

“Absolutely not. Eat a raw potato or something.”

“Don’t be like that! At least let me touch your boobs. Help a partner out, eh?”

Perhaps being scammed was not the worst-case scenario. You slap the demon’s groping fingers away and return to your previous spot in bed. It will be a long night.

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