#/ on the other hand if nothing’s ever done with the tail then maybe i’ll just say it’s sinnoh’s now and call it a day. \

[distortsverity]

sometimes i look at sinnoh’s map and wonder when something will be done with hokkaido’s “ tail ”. why didn’t they just give sinnoh the tail too. 85% of hokkaido is already included so why not just give sinnoh the tail too.

[babybeel]

— violent

“shut the fuck up! you don’t know what you’re saying, shut up!”

your voice is thick with anger as it bounces off the walls, bitterness echoing through. mammon feels his blood boil before he can even see you, hoping for the best though fearing the worst. his talons have begun to peak through, sharp claws digging into the meat of his palms as his hands close into tight fists, and he feels his shoulder blades stiffen as his wings strain and ache against his shirt.

rounding the corner, the older brothers bear witness to you shouting at a group of lowly demons, teeth bared and gaze sharp. your pacts are glowing, piercing through the night as you let loose, emotions controlling you. beelzebub stands protectively in front of you, expression vicious though solemn, and belphegor holds a wary arm before you, though his tail whips behind him in similar anger. the brothers wonder with churning stomachs just what had been said.

“oh look,” one of the lesser demons dares to sneer, clearly thinking high of itself as a ugly smirk rises onto its face, having caught sight of the others, “maybe the avatar of greed isn’t so stupid after all, he can come when called. though, you better put him on a leash before he wanders off and fucks everything up again.”

the brothers don’t bother to hide their demon forms any longer, turning into a fearsome flurry of wings and fangs and claws. lucifer takes a furious stride forward, ready to quash anyone who insulted his younger brother and a terrifying aura rolls off of him in suffocating waves.

you beat him to it.

“sounds like you’re stupid, so thick you can’t even listen when someone tells you to shut your fucking mouth,” you snarl, entire body pushing against belphie’s arm, “you’ll never be worth a shred of what mammon is. he’s not an avatar for nothing. he’s reliable and dependable - he completes his duties, protects his brothers through everything and takes care of me too. you dare speak about mammon whilst you’re trying to amount to anything and i promise i’ll be there to stop you getting anywhere near his level.”

your breath is ragged when you finish, venomous threat weighing heavy in the air. you finally take a step back from belphie’s hold, decidedly having said enough. still, your expression doesn’t relax, eyes fierce and teeth on show.

the group of lesser demons begin to cower, shuffling uncomfortably as their ringleader swallows thickly, suddenly realising what it’d done as your severe words sink into its skin and the seven avatars of sin surround you. it opens and closes its mouth a handful of times, lower lip quivering as its earlier confidence abandons it. it’s only a second after that the demons scramble away, feet panicked as they slap against the floor. they’re slower than the avatars that follow them.

a call of your name dissolves the remaining tension, gentle and familiar and only just above a whisper.

“oh, mammon,” you turn, eyes softening at the only brother who remained with you. “oh, my mammon,” you murmur again, wrapping yourself around his torso, as tight as you possibly can. his open arms quickly return the hold, your body still trembling ever so slightly against his. but the anger soon gives way to relief and mammon lets out a sigh of his own as it floods through his pact.

“it’s ok,” mammon hushes, “i’m ok.”

against your every fibre, you pull back and the loss of your cheek against mammon’s chest leaves him uncomfortably cold. your hands snake up to cup his face, stark tenderness so blatant it’s hard to picture that you had been snarling and spitting a few minutes ago. “you sure?” you ask, staring straight into mammon’s eyes that glimmer gold at the contact.

mammon nods, taking the chance to lean into your touch, “course i am, you and my brothers look after me too. i’m your first man and you’re my first human.”

“you promise?” your tone is adamant and unrelenting, despite how mammon’s words had left you melty warm.

mammon lets the smile break onto his lips, lets your hands pull him downwards until your foreheads are pressed against each other. “promise,” he hums, “i’m ok as long as i’ve got you.”

[boldlyvoid]

Carpet Burns

18+ Eddie Munson x Fem!reader

Summary: after a long week apart, they can barely make it through the front door without ravaging each other

warnings: PDA, making out, alcohol use, eddie doesn't wear his seatbelt, fingering her in the passenger seat, finger sucking, wall sex, table sex, floor sex... dirty talk, daddy kink rough sex, carpet burns

word count: 3.4k

The plan was to meet Eddie at the bar on Friday after a long week apart, both with steady jobs and living in different parts of town, it was hard to meet up daily like they wanted. 

They craved each other deeply. 

Sure, he calls her most night and she hears his deep voice in her ear as he tells her all the nasty things he would be doing to her if he was there. He hears her pleasuring herself with a smirk on his face and his cock in his hand the whole time… but it’s not the same as being together. There’s something so satisfying about feeling all 200 pounds of Eddie on top of her, under her, behind her— you name it, they’ve done it, and she wants more. So, so much more. 

She’s able to have 1 drink before he shows up, something about a transmission on a Chrysler kept him a little later at the shop and then he went home to shower the grease off, which sucked for her… there’s something about him when he’s sweaty and smells like work that makes her go feral, but the smell of his cologne draws the essence back out of him. She smells him before she sees him, turning into his chest as he wraps his arm around her and kisses the back of her neck. 

“Hello there,” he says between kisses, “didn’t mean to keep you waiting.” 

“It’s okay,” she smiles, standing on her tip-toes and leaning in for a real kiss, she purses her lips and meets him halfway. 

The first kiss after a long week is always the best kind. It's the way his grip tightens on her hips and pulls her in closer so they’re chest to chest… she settles, dropping back to her normal height and bringing him down with her 'cause he can’t let her go, he breathes her in like this is the last kiss he’ll ever get from her, savouring every second. 

They’re both wide-eyed and bushy-tailed as they stare at each other, catching their breaths and smiling, “hi?” She couldn’t believe how intense that was, “how are you?” 

“I’m good, hot stuff,” he says, his hand following the curve of her body down to her ass and grabbing a fistful. “Been here long?” 

“About 20 minutes,” she shrugs, it’s nothing too bad. “You want a beer?”

He nods, “yeah, maybe just one… I don’t want to be out too long tonight.” 

“Oh no?” She can’t fight off her smile, “and why’s that?” 

“You fuckin’ know why,” he all but growls in her ear, “this dress? Really?” 

She giggles and leans in closer to his ear, “I’m also not wearing any panties…” 

“Yep, no beer for me, lets go,” he smacks her ass and attempts to lift her up so he can walk out with her but she laughs and puts up a fight until her feet are securely back on the floor. 

“I have to pay my tab first,” she smacks his chest. “We have all night, seriously, why can’t we have a drink and tease each other a little first?” 

“Is that what you want?” He asks, looking down at her with his big doe eyes and his bangs falling into view. He looks her up and down again and shakes his head when he realizes she’s serious, “okay, just… I’m not responsible for how feral I’ll be when we get home.” 

“Oh, no, that’s fine… that’s actually exactly what I wanted,” she teases and pushes away from his chest slowly enough for him to take her hand and walk with her towards the bar.

They get a drink each and he orders some food for them too, they take a booth in the back corner and it’s perfectly secluded enough for him to sit real close to her. He keeps his hand on her thigh, caressing her skin with his thumb while she talks about her day and the shit she had to go through at work. He watches with such an intent face, nodding along and asking questions, he’s so into her she can feel it radiating from him. 

“And how was your day, big guy?”

“Eh?” He shrugs, “nothing big to report, I think my night is going to be the highlight…” 

“Yeah?” 

He nods, eyeing her up while his hand goes further up her thigh and under her skirt. “I really hope we're on the same page right now baby… I want you so bad, as soon as we get home I want you. I need you.” 

His voice is so deep and his eyes are so dark as he talks directly to her deepest desires. She sits up straighter as a shiver runs through her body and goes straight to her clit, she stutters on her own breath and swallows sharply, she nods lightly, “yeah, oh, yeah, same fuckin’ page…”

“Are you done here?” He references their empty plate and her mostly finished drink. She nods, not even looking at the table, she just wants to go home. So Eddie takes her home. 

She didn’t live too far, she was able to walk over to the bar knowing that Eddie would drive them back to her place. He loves to open her door and help her step up into his van and into the seat, he buckles her in himself and kisses her forehead before he closes the door. Once he’s in his seat he starts the van and puts his hand right back on her thigh, up higher than before, he slips right under the skirt of her dress and gives her skin a squeeze. 

“Were you serious?” 

“Yeah, I want to fuck you too, Eddie,” she laughs, he’s always double-checking. 

He chuckles as his hand goes up higher, “no, no… I meant were you serious about the no panties, sweetheart?” He cups her cunt with a content groan, he slips his middle finger between her pussy lips to find out just how badly she wants to fuck him too. “Oh, fuck, you’re so wet?” 

“Mhm,” she bites her lip and balls her hands into fits and keeps them at her sides. She doesn’t want to buck up into his touch or ask for too much, she knows he has to drive soon but his finger glides against her clit and her eyes flutter, her heart speeds up and her breathing changes. 

He takes his hand away from her and brings it right to his mouth to suck on his middle finger, tasting her for the first time in too long. He just needed a clean hand to put the van in drive and leave the parking lot, once they’re on the road, his hand will go right back. And thank god. She unconsciously spread her legs in his absence, her pussy pulsated with want, calling for him to come back. She watches his face as he pays attention to the traffic, he’s concentrated and a good driver but she needs his hand back. 

She takes a leap of faith and lays her left hand on his bicep, he’s just wearing a plain black t-shirt so his tattoos are visible and his muscles look good while he grips the steering wheel. She just likes to be touching him all the time when they’re together, and if he can't have his hand up her skirt right now, she was going to play with the hem of his shirt and tease him the way she knew he liked. His forearms broke out in goosebumps and his hair stood straight up, making her smile to herself. 

He finally reaches out and puts his hand back on her thigh but she redirects him up to her cunt. “Eager, are we?” 

She nods, “please?” She holds his wrist with her right hand and wraps her left around his bicep again, holding onto him as his finger makes contact with her clit once more. “Oh, thank you,” she moans, relaxing into her seat finally. 

He smirks, watching the road but he can see her head lulled back in his peripheral vision. “Let me hear you, baby, it’s just us…” 

“I’ve missed your fingers,” she admits through bated breath. “Oh my god, Eddie,” she pushes her hips up into his touch for more, feeling him press into her harder, he uses his forefingers to rub her clit now. She’s so fucking wet he can hear it alongside her whimpers and moans for more. 

“You’re gonna soak my seats, princess,” he teases, not really caring if she left a puddle behind… it would actually be really fucking hot. 

“Feels, oh god, feels so good, I— oh,” she bucks her hips up against his hand he knows she’s close. She grips onto his bicep harder, “I wanna cum, please? Please? Can I cum?” 

He smirks, turning onto her street, he could either let her cum now or make her hold off until he’s inside her… “cum, princess,” he lets her go. She’s going to be so much more pliant and overstimulated once he gets her through the door, if she cums now, and she does. 

With her head tossed back against the headrest and her hand over his, she pushed his hand against her harder and cums with a shout. Her legs tremble, her pussy quakes, and he can feel her empty hole flutter as she craves more. He lets her ride it out on his hand, he gently rubs her clit through it and lets her hump his hand until she settles again. 

She barely notices that he’s parked outside her apartment now. “I need my hand back, baby…” 

She grips his wrist with both hands and brings it to her own mouth, tasting herself just to egg him on. She sucks on two of his fingers at once, and he can’t help himself from turning more toward her and watching her tongue swirl around his fingers, cleaning them up. He reaches out with his other hand and cups her cheek, fucking his fingers into her mouth, her eyes roll back and she moans. 

“Baby,” he coos, drawing his fingers back from her, he notices the pads are all wrinkled from her wetness, he rubs them over her newly swollen lips, getting some of the residual cum on her lips before he dives in and kisses her on an impulse. His wet fingers are now around her throat, she moans into the kiss, wanting to climb the centre console and sit right in his lap but she’s still buckled in, unlike him. He barely buckled up, no matter how much she told him it wasn’t safe. 

She starts to whine into the kiss, making grabby hands at his shirt, she needs more than this. He pulls back with a shit-eating grin, “what? Still not satisfied?” 

She shakes her head, “you know I’m not… and it’s your fault I’m like this, to begin with.”

“Is it?” He was surprised she was so testy this time. She never normally bites back. “I’m sure you were already an insatiable whore when we met I just let you get away with it… I could stop?” 

“No, no, no, please? Come inside with me?” She begs, “I need it, I want you to fuck me so hard tonight, like so, so hard.” Her eyes get impossibly big as she begs, her bottom lip sticks out in the sweetest pout and he caves. 

“Okay, come on,” he pulls back and rips the keys from the ignition. 

She’s quick to take off her seatbelt and push the door open, she hops out of the van and fixes the skirt of her dress so that she’s all covered on her walk to the door. Eddie meets her around on her side and wraps an arm around her on the walk-up. He has a key to her apartment, it’s for locking up when he leaves early on Monday mornings and times like these. 

He unlocks the door, gets them inside and pushes her up against it the moment it’s closed again. With her eyes closed and his mouth on hers again, she feels up the door and locks it again so they don’t have to worry about that later. His hands go under her dress and cup her ass, he mumbles something that sounds like “jump,” into her mouth and so she does. She wraps her legs around him and he holds her there against the door, the bulge behind his jean zipper collides with her cunt and she moans into his mouth at the feeling. 

He holds her there against the door, kissing her neck and jaw while she tries the get access to his belt buckle, “ed, Eddie, I can’t,” she complains, tossing her head back cause his kisses feel too good, she can’t get him out of his pants and she wants him inside of her like yesterday. 

He turns them away from the door, ready to carry her blindly through the little apartment, past the kitchen and back to her bedroom but he bumps into the table and just lays her on top of it. She has mail and placemats under her, but it’s steady enough to hold her while he takes his shirt off and she can pull his belt from the loops. His lips are back on hers in no time, she gets a hand in his boxers and starts to stroke his cock as he sucks on her tongue, moaning into her mouth. 

He runs his hands over her hips and grips her little dress, he feels around her back to see if it has a zipper or anything but it doesn’t so he just starts to tug it up. He pulls away from her enough to get her dress over her head and off of her so she’s just in her bra now. She pushes down his jeans and his boxers until they’re at his knees and she strokes his cock while looking him right in the eyes. “You gonna fuck me on the table?” 

He shakes his head and tugs her off of the table and back to her own feet, he spins her around and brushes her hair off of her neck so he can kiss her shoulder and up towards her ear, “is that what you want?” 

She nods, “show me how much you missed me… you talked a big game on the phone this week—” 

He pushes her chest down against the table and taps his cock on her ass cheeks, “did I?” 

“Mhm,” she pushes back against him, antagonizing him further. 

He grips her ass and spreads her cheeks, watching her pussy open, glistening with slickness, he takes his cock in his other hand and teases the tip over her hole, covering himself in her juices. He presses against her hole, teasing her but never going in no matter how much she pushed back against him and whines. He slips his cock between her pussy lips and squeezes her legs closed again, engulfing his cock in her heat, he rocks his hips gently and mimics what it would be like to fuck her right now. He loves to watch her get desperate and needy and he wants to hear her beg. 

She straightens up, standing with his chest to her back, he kisses her shoulder and she reaches back to hold his hips and keep in locked there, “please?” She turns her head to see him and catches his lips in a kiss. He cups her tits with one hand and soothes his other hand over her lower stomach while he thrusts his hips lightly, the head of his cock nudging her aching clit, making her breath heavier. 

She moans into his mouth and grips his hips tighter, pulling away before he can stick his tongue down her throat anymore, “please?” 

“Please what?” He teases her more, pushing her back down against the table and fucking her thighs with a bit more intent. “Say it?” 

“Fuck me, please? I’ve been waiting all week, daddy, I need your cock.” 

There it is. That’s all he’s been waiting for. He knew she was ready when she called him daddy. Thats when he knew she was really gone for him. Without warning, he pulls his cock out from between her lips and pushes himself inside of her, slowly but surely. He feels her tighten and gasp at the same time, her hands now gripping the edge of the table and attempting to push her back against him so he’d bottom out quicker. There’s nothing she loves more than feeling him fully inside of her and pressed up against her. 

“Move, please? Oh my god,” she begs again, arching her back and pushing back against him and her legs wobble… she’s not going to be able to keep herself upright for this. 

With his cock still fully inside her, he wraps his arm around her middle and picks her up, bringing them down to the floor and onto his knees. She is so shocked but she goes with it, face against the carpet and ass in the air, he uses her love handles to manhandle her into the best position before he starts to fuck her… really fuck her. 

She’s usually loud, but the pure shock of his thrusts makes her scream with each pound against her cervix. He’s so deep inside of her, he pushes one of her legs up and goes even deeper. He drops down against her back, and she feels him absolutely everywhere, all his weight on her back, he kisses her shoulder and grazes his teeth against her skin, “fuck baby, oh I missed how well you take me, sweet girl. So fucking tight for me.” 

“Oh my god,” she pops her head up and turns to kiss him. His hand rests against her throat to hold her in place while he keeps pounding into her, surely she’s going to have carpet burn in the morning but they didn’t care. He just fucks her harder while she sucks on his tongue. 

She doesn’t often cum from just penetration, but this… this was so much more than that. He was nudging her cervix with each thrust, sending shockwaves through her body she felt like she could cum any second and then he pulls away from the kiss. He pushes her down against the floor again and pounds her even harder, she moves on the floor, almost getting away from him from how much force he fucks her with, panting and sweating, he has to pause to push his hair out of his eyes and when he does that, he turns her on her side and pushes one of her legs up to her chest before fucking back into her. 

Her knees, chest and shoulders are red from the carpet but it just turns him on more. She cups one of her tits and the other hand lays flat against the floor. Her eyes are closed, her mouth fell open and tears start to fall down her cheeks. “Holy fu— oh my god,” she gasps as he starts to rub her clit again, wanting her to cum with him. 

“Come on, princess, I know this is what you wanted,” he speaks through his teeth, holding back as best as he could but she’s so wet and so tight and it’s been a long week, he can’t go on like this much longer. “Cum for me, soak my cock, baby.” 

“Oh, fuck!” She arches her back, closer now with the verbal permission, she loved being told what to do. 

He fucks her faster now, sprinting to the finish line, she sucks him in tighter and he feels her start to flutter again. She is right there… “right there!” She encourages. “Oh my god, oh fuck, daddy, Daddy I’m cumming!” 

The sound that comes out of her is a pitch he’s never heard her reach before, it’s so fucking hot that he buries his cock inside of her and cums with a grunt. He drops down on top of her, the two of them breathing so heavily and sticky with sweat, she wraps her arms around him and holds him there. 

He bites her shoulder gently and then covers it with a kiss, he props himself up after a second, still inside of her, still breathing heavily… he brushes her hair off her face and smiles at her, “that what you wanted?” 

She giggles, smiling like a fool, “yeah, yeah, that was everything…” 

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[stormz369]

The King of Hell and Me: Ch 2 - Molting

Chapter Guide Ch 1 Ch 2 Ch 3 Ch 4

Summary: Lucifer goes missing because he's embarrassed. Preening ensues. Wolf-demon reader. Warnings: fluff, Lucifer being bad at vulnerability, animal characteristics, implied arousal, rated mature (maybe?) Word Count: 3k

Lucifer had his own home, of course. But since the hotel’s grand re-opening, he’d been staying in his suite here. To be closer to Charlie, or to get himself out of his depression funk, or maybe both, it wasn’t clear. Either way, we’d found ourselves spending a lot of time together. We ate breakfast together most days, he told me all about his most recent duck-based inventions, and he was the only person I let into my office while I was doing my work for the hotel. Charlie had hired me as an all-purpose consultant, letting me work on any projects I wanted, and I dove straight into the advertising/community outreach/PR side of things. My work didn’t typically look like much until I had a completed product to present, so I didn’t like to have people watching my process, and as long as I kept her in the loop Charlie didn’t mind my secretive ways. But Lucifer was a creative mind too. He understood that sitting at my desk apparently doing nothing wasn’t actually nothing, and he let me be.

He was also the only person allowed to put things in my office, but that was only because he felt it was odd that I was a wolf without a pack, -because “Even hellhounds have packs, dear girl! Wolf-demons aren’t that uncommon, you need a family!”- and had started making one for me, a slowly growing pack of rubber ducks with wolf ears and fluffy tails. Every so often I’d find a new one in my office, and each one did something unusual. A pair facing each other on the windowsill had a laser between them that would alert us to intruders, but most were silly things like duck-wolves that could jump and growl, or were actually soap dispensers or changed color with the weather. 

It actually worked out to be a mutually beneficial relationship. We both had a tendency to dive headfirst into our hyperfixations, and when one of us did, the other usually managed to keep them from spiraling too far. He’d comb my hair and fur, and remind me to take breaks. I’d bring him dinner and get him out of his room when he was getting frustrated. One time I even sat in the bathroom taking notes while he talked so he could shower without losing his flow. We weren't exactly romantic, but it was far more emotionally intimate than any romantic relationship I’d ever had. And, with no one else filling that role for either of us, we did end up on the receiving end of a lot of ‘old married couple’ jokes. 

And that’s why, when he suddenly just wasn’t at the hotel one morning, I got a bit nervous. And, I’ll be honest, frustrated. I reminded myself that just because we typically spent breakfasts together didn’t mean we had to every day. Just because he’d told me every time he was leaving the hotel for the last few months didn’t mean he was beholden to me. We were friends, but he wasn’t mine and I couldn’t tell him what to do. I had no right or reason to be put off by this unexpected change to my routine. So I ate breakfast alone, went down to my office to work alone, and … couldn’t get into it. I couldn’t focus, everything was just a bit off. I should be able to hear his breathing, see his faint glow out of the corner of my eye, feel his hands in my hair. But I was entirely, soul crushingly, alone. 

I texted him every day for the first week. Then once every few days, which quickly became once a week, but he never responded. He didn’t even look at them. I was starting to think he might be mad at me, but I couldn’t imagine what I could have done to upset him so much. I started working evenings, finding it less uncomfortable to be alone at night, but I had trouble getting much done either way. Charlie started bringing me breakfast in my office when everyone else had dinner. I appreciated that she was making sure I ate, but I was just as worried about her as she was about me. Lucifer hadn’t reached out to her either, and he wasn’t taking her calls, and her calm facade was starting to crack. At least she had Vaggie though. I was just alone.

A month into his disappearance I was working late again. Everyone was in bed, and I was trying to finish up this advertising campaign mock up for Charlie, when I heard the door of the hotel creak open. My ears perked up, and I cracked my office door open, listening carefully. I couldn’t make out who had come to visit. There were footsteps, light and airy but far too heavy to be Lucifer. I sniffed the air, glad for my more animalistic senses, hoping to catch some kind of clue. Friend, or foe? Welcome, or defend? The air smelled … musty, and damp. Something was very off.

I flicked my wrist, extending my claws, and made my way silently down the dark hallway. The intruder stumbled up the stairs, it would be silent to those without acute hearing, but I heard every step. I followed along, trying to visualize where they were from the sounds. They made their way past the elevator and up more flights of stairs, and I tracked along behind them, staying a floor below them to avoid detection. I wanted to know who they were, but I also wanted to know what they were looking for. When they finally made their way down a hallway, I glowered. They were on Charlie’s floor. I waited, listening halfway up the stairs so I could pounce if needed, until I heard them stop at a door. I jumped up, landing a few feet away from the short, trenchcoat clad figure. They jumped, pressing themself against the wall as if they could disappear through it, and dropped … a key?

“... Lucifer?” I whispered.

He turned toward me, a sheepish grin on his face. “... Heeey … I’m home!”

I sighed, scooping up his key and unlocking his door, gesturing for him to go inside. “Don’t wake Charlie.”

He nodded, darting inside. His footfalls were too heavy, he was hunched over a bit, and his back looked bulky under his coat. Something was wrong. He sat awkwardly on the couch, kicking his feet a bit. “Sooo … How’ve you been?”

“How have I been? … Luc, where have you been? … Y- you didn’t call, you didn’t tell anyone where you were going, or when you’d be back, you sneak in in the dead of night in whatever that is, you smell like a drowned bird, and you’re walking like an injured dog. And you ask how I’ve been???” A deranged laugh ripped its way out of my throat as I collapsed onto the seat next to him. “... Do you even care that we’ve all been worried sick? … I … you didn’t text me back … You were just … gone.”

He flinched a bit, hesitantly reaching for my hand. “... I .. I’m sorry, puppy … I didn’t mean to scare you. I just … I had something to attend to.”

I sighed softly, letting him take my hand. “What was so important that you couldn’t even tell us you were ok?”

“I … just had to …” He sighed. “Look, it’s kind of embarrassing, ok? I …” He mumbled something, a low whine in the back of his throat masking his words.

“... What was that?”

“I’m molting, ok?” He whined, shifting uncomfortably. “I’m molting, and I can’t comfortably put my wings away until it’s over, and they’re ugly right now! So I just … I thought I’d just go to the manor until it was over. I was only coming back tonight to get my sketchbook so I could work on a project…”

I blinked a bit, trying not to laugh. “... Right. … Just so I’m clear, cause I didn’t really interact with birds on earth. Molting is the one where birds lose a bunch of feathers and get new ones, right?” He nodded. “And it’s a yearly thing?”

He nodded again, “For most birds. Angels get a little one each year, and a big one each decade. It takes forever! It’s … unpleasant. Messy …” He grumbled softly; “humiliating.”

“Humiliating? It’s just part of having wings, isn’t it? How is that humiliating?”

“... You’ve seen my wings, what did you think of them?”

I let out a sigh, thinking. “... They’re bigger than I expected, but that makes sense since you’re not a bird. They’d have to be pretty big to lift you up … unless you’ve got hollow bones and they’re just ostentatious?” I chuckled a bit, hoping to lighten his mood, but it didn’t seem to work. “... They’re beautiful, and they look really soft … You look so majestic when you fly …”

“Exactly. … Beautiful. Majestic. That’s what they’re supposed to be … but when the molt comes they’re … really not that. … Molting is messy, and itchy, and … gross! … I look like a plucked chicken under this coat…” He whined softly, frustrated tears pricking at his eyes as he hid his face in his hands. “And the worst part is that I can’t even rush it along like we did in heaven, because I can’t reach!”

“... Can’t reach? … Do you have to pluck something, or?”

He nodded. “At the end of the molt the new feathers have these keratin sheaths that have to be removed … In heaven we’d get a few trusted angels together and circle up, but I can’t do that here! So I just have to wait for them to peel off on their own!”

I frowned softly, gently stroking his shoulder. He whined softly, looking at me hesitantly. “Lucifer, … I’m sure this is a … sensitive topic, and I’m sure there’s a reason you didn’t ask, but … if you wanted to ask, … I would help. And I promise, I wouldn’t judge you for what they look like right now, or talk to anyone else about it, or anything like that … It’s just like when you got that matt out of my fur, that was pretty embarrassing for me, but I couldn’t see it well enough to get it out myself. So you sat down with me, and you took a set of combs, and detangling spray, and a pair of scissors, and you fixed it for me. … You could have just cut it out, but you didn’t. You sat there and meticulously detangled it for hours, and then you trimmed everything so it wouldn’t get bad so easily again. Remember? … I could do the same for you.”

He nodded slowly, sighing softly. “I just … I didn’t want you to see … you don’t understand, they look really bad right now …”

“So did my neck.”

He thought for a moment, sighing before he carefully slipped the ugly beige trench coat off. His wings were pressed firmly against his back, almost trembling. He turned away, letting me get a good look at them. The majority of his flight feathers had already gone through the process, but about half of the fluffy down feathers were still encased, or partially encased, in cylindrical sheaths. I smiled softly, gently stroking down his spine. “It really doesn’t look so bad, Luci. Let’s get comfy, ok? Do you wanna lay down somewhere?”

A shiver went up his spine, and his wings attempted to puff up in response. It did look a bit sad, but I wasn’t gonna tell him that. He was feeling uncomfortable enough as it was. His wings were usually a source of great pride for him, I wasn’t about to make this harder for him. He slowly nodded, and carefully got up. I followed him to his bedroom, a little concerned by how wobbly he seemed.

“... Luc, is the molt really the only thing that’s going on? You seem a bit … off?”

He collapsed onto his bed, pulling a pillow under his chest and crossing his arms under himself. “It’s enough … The little molts take a lot of energy, but the big ones … The big ones really suck … I’ve been in bed pretty much since I left …”

I nodded, sitting next to him. “I see … so, I just start peeling these things off the feathers?”

He nodded. “Gently, please … You can roll them a bit if they resist, but if that doesn’t work move on to the next one. Most of them should be ready though.”

I hummed softly, gently taking the wing in front of me and carefully extending it. He groaned softly, following my movements compliantly. I let the wing rest on my legs and began carefully sliding my fingertips over the little cylinders. Most of the keratin sheaths started to flake and crumble away under my touch, and I carefully rolled the slightly more resistant ones between my fingers. Under my touch, fluffy down and contour feathers began to emerge. I gently brushed the debris away, careful of my claws. I knew I had to do this perfectly; to prove he could trust me with things like this. He wasn’t moving or making any noises though, and I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or bad.

I worked methodically from the bottom where his wing attached to his back, up and out to the wingtip, periodically brushing the detritus away and stroking his freshly exposed feathers. I finished the right side and got halfway through the wings on the left before I ran into one that started to peel away, but then didn’t want to budge. I was about to move on like he’d told me, but I paused when I heard the first noise Lucifer made since I started touching his wings; a high pitched whine. He squirmed uncomfortably, and his wings ruffled up a bit.

“... Luci? D- did I hurt you?”

“Noooo … I want it off …” He whimpered softly, pressing his face into the pillow. “... C- Can you scratch it a bit? Just a bit!”

I nodded, humming softly my agreement, and carefully ran a claw along the sheath. His high whine returned, but this time it seemed a bit more … pleased? I scratched again, watching little bits of the sheath peel away. After just a little bit more the sheath fell away entirely, releasing its fluffy feather, and Lucifer sighed happily. 

“Ohhh fuck~ … Oh, that’s so much better! Your hands are magic~” He moaned softly, bringing a blush to my cheeks.

I cleared my throat; “... I’m glad you’re liking it, Luc.”

I carefully continued to the tip of his wing. There were only a few that hadn’t been ready to go yet, and his wings were back to their full, shiny, fluffy glory. He sighed happily, but didn’t move to get up, so I just continued to stroke his feathers.

“Ahh~ … Puppy, that’s wonderful~ … But y- … you do know, wings are sensitive, yeah?” He slowly lifted his head, looking over his shoulder at me. The heat on his face made me squirm shyly, and I shakily removed my hands.

“S- Sorry … I …” I blushed bright red, scooting backwards. He whined softly, slowly sitting up and facing me.

He shakily reached for my hand, running his thumb over my fingers. “... I wasn’t trying to make you stop. …”

I blushed even more, looking up at him shyly. “... So … should I continue?”

He slowly lifted my hand to his lips, kissing my knuckles gently. “... Only if you wish to.”

I nodded slowly, shakily pushing him to lay back down. He did, watching me out of the corner of his eye, and I straddled his hips, stroking his wings gently.

“... They’re so beautiful, Luci … You are beautiful …” I was mesmerized, letting my hands trail along the soft feathers. 

He sighed happily, settling under me. “... I cannot believe I let this go on for a full blessed month when I could have had your hands on me this whole time …”

I chuckled softly, continuing to preen him gently. “Never again, yes? You come to me for this, whenever you need it. Or even if you just want it. … You take care of me, and I take care of you.”

“Because we’re an old married couple.” He nodded, yawning softly. “Yes, love, anything wifey wants~”

I blushed brightly, trying desperately to stop the squeak from leaving my mouth. Others had called us a married couple before, mostly to tease us, but we had never said it. “... That’s right, husband. Anything I want.”

He smirked slightly. “Husband … I like the way that word sounds when you say it ... If you’re not careful, I might just make you my wife for real …”

“... And what exactly would ‘being careful’ look like?”

“Oh, you know. Not letting me touch you anymore, keeping me out of your office, making fun of my ducks. … Taking your hands off my wings would definitely count as being careful.”

I chuckled softly, steeling my nerves and leaning forward to kiss his cheek. I whispered against his ear; “sounds like a horrible way to live. I think I’ll take my chances.”

His eyes flew open, looking up at me. A bright red blush spread across his face, and a hesitant smile graced his lips. “... I agree. A horrible way to live.”

He carefully slid out from under me, turning around so I was in his lap instead, and gently cupped my cheek, rubbing gently with his thumb. I leaned into his touch, sighing happily, and he slid his hand up to stroke my fluffy wolf ear. An almost electric feeling shot through me, leaving me gasping, and I hesitantly looked up at him. He smirked slightly, pulling me closer and kissing me softly before he whispered in my ear; “Now don’t give me that look, love~ You’ve been doing it to me this whole time~”

[krrm4]

unrequited

bonten!haitani ran x fem!reader

a/n: IM BACK BABYYYY (i may disappear again but i’ll try not to)

cw: stalking, obsessive behaviour, guns, murder, unhinged & delusional ran (somewhat mild but not rly)

word count: 961

synopsis: ran can’t handle rejection.

return to masterlist.

ran can’t remember the last time he felt this way. scratch that, he can’t remember if he’s ever even felt this way for another person before.

there’s something about you. something so, pure. so innocent. he’s just so tempted to keep you in his arms, to hold and protect you. he can’t have anyone else taint and ruin you, oh no. that’s for him and him only.

he could genuinely see himself settling down with you. frequent daydreams of you walking down the aisle, frolicking in your wedding dress. he’s even got the entire reception down, thinking about the exchange of vows and wedding bands. his heart always skips a beat whenever he thinks of you carrying his surname, you carrying his children. he’s even stopped visiting brothels, stopped messing around with other women for your sake, that’s gotta count for something, right?

it wasn’t supposed to be like this.

it was supposed to be perfect.

you were supposed to like him back.

why didn’t you like him back? what’s not to like?

ran paced around in his cold and empty home. he’s bagged countless of women in his lifetime, why not you?

he’s never raised his voice at you, always complimented you, always visited your workplace, listened to you rant about your shitty boss and colleagues, drove you back to your home when you got too drunk at pubs, even ran you bubble baths and gave you massages.

and you were just so perfect. always so submissive and soft-spoken, and it only added to his list of things to like about you when you didn’t question the tattoo on his neck.

you’d be the perfect trophy wife, and ran’s got a wallet full of cash and a cold bed, you’re practically a match made in heaven. so why didn’t you accept him?

a few hours ago.

it was routine for him to enter your office an hour before you left at this point, always looking for an excuse to get a drink with you, maybe even accompany you back home to make sure you’re safe when actually, he just wanted to spend more time with you. walking in with a large bouquet of roses and a huge shit-eating grin, his expression faltered when he caught a glimpse of how tense you had suddenly gotten.

“hey, what’s wrong?” ran set the bouquet of roses down on your desk. his slender hands grabbed your cheeks, tilting your face up to look at him, a soft smile gracing his features.

“…what’s the meaning of this?” you asked, pointing at the bouquet of roses.

ran’s eyes followed your hand, his gaze landing on the bouquet. “oh, this? it’s for you.”

“i really like you, y/n.”

ran’s smile dropped once again, watching as you gently removed his hands from your face. and what you said following your actions, broke his heart in two.

“i can’t, i’m sorry. i don’t feel the same.”

back to the present.

ran looks into his bathroom mirror for what seems to be the umpteenth time already. nope, nothing wrong with his face. if all boxes are checked, then why aren’t you his? he’s even brought up the topic of relationships with you before, and whatever you’ve described fits him perfectly. so, what’s the problem?

ran soon found the root of it all, however.

weeks of stalking your social media account, but nothing turned up. another week of tailing you around in person, nothing. ran was getting desperate.

it took tons of bribing to get kokonoi to hack into all of your social media accounts, but ran didn’t regret it one bit. nothing was going to stop him. after all, he should have access to his lover’s private life, right?

scrolling through your archived instagram stories, he found something that was posted on your close friends list. ran scoffed. what were you thinking, not adding him into it? after all he’s done for you? but, he’ll forgive you, since he’s so gracious.

he pushed his frustration to the back of his mind, taking a closer look at the story. his eyes widened. you. a guy. at a restaurant. holding hands. smiling.

oh, you naïve little one. you chose that guy? over ran? no. he won’t have it. he’d rather you admit to dating sanzu.

“koko, mind helping me track y/n’s location? now.” ran smiled, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes.

kokonoi knew better than to refuse ran right now, so he got to work.

“i found her, sending you her location now.” kokonoi piped up after a few minutes.

ran’s phone dinged, and he nodded in acknowledgment, muttering a small “thanks” as he unlocked his phone. oh, how cute, it was the same restaurant you took that instagram story at.

the man you’re with right now? he could never compare to ran. he’ll never love you like ran would. heck, ran could make that man’s yearly salary from a single hit. in ran’s eyes, that man? that man shouldn’t even have the privilege of looking at you, let alone touch you.

ran paced around kokonoi’s office for a hot minute, his thoughts running wild. you could do better than that man, and ran was sure you knew it too. were you being blackmailed? held hostage? oh no. no one touches his girl. no one will hurt her. not even her feelings.

thinking of what to do, ran’s eyes suddenly landed on the gun laying on kokonoi’s desk.

snatching the gun from the desk, the only thing ran said was “i’ll give it back after i’m done.”

now, he was speeding down the streets of japan, fully intending to be your knight in shining armour, determined to save you from that pathetic excuse of a man,

a glock tucked underneath the front of his trousers.

© krrm4 do not post, claim, plagiarise, modify or translate any of my work on any platforms.

[general--winter]

Genin Sasuke, Naruto, Rock Lee, Neji, Sakura being in love with the reader and finding out that the reader has a Bijuu

author's note: MORE GENIN SHENANIGANS!!! ENJOY

rating: general

fandom: naruto

pairings: genin!uchiha sasuke x gn!reader, genin!uzumaki naruto x gn!reader, genin!rock lee x gn!reader, genin!hyuga neji x gn!reader, genin!haruno sakura x gn!reader

word count: 939

warnings: canon-typical content

summary: How are these genin going to react to the object of their affections posessing one of the strongest spirits in the world, sealed inside of them?

Uchiha Sasuke

Your Bijuu would show its power for the first time during an intense fight. Sasuke wouldn’t know anything about it unless the information had been leaked, similar to Naruto. Using the immense power from within you, you’d defend your team on the mission and push back the enemies before collapsing. Sasuke would catch you without thinking and make sure you made it back to base safely.

As you were sleeping, Sasuke would watch over you to make sure nothing bad happened. After all, Naruto is the same as you and has been targeted by so many different people because of it. He would never let the same happen to you, especially since you were his crush because you understood the pain of being alone. No one stuck out their neck to help you, people whispered and gossiped about you behind your back… Sasuke just feels irrationally (in his mind) towards you. You and Team 7 have given him a found family that he wouldn’t have otherwise, so subconsciously he wants to protect that with his life.

Uzumaki Naruto

I think if Naruto as a genin met someone who was a jinchuriki that was his age, that was ALSO not trying to kill him, he would be fascinated. Especially if it was his crush. He knew that you two had shared life experiences; it was what you originally bonded over and, not to mention, your determination in the face of hardship is what caused him to crush on you in the first place. The way he found out would most likely be from your power awakening in response to his Kyuubi chakra. If this would hurt you, I think he would feel pretty bad even though he obviously didn’t know.

Perhaps you two could have chats about how rude your bijuu are… Or maybe even train together! Naruto would be elated to even just chat with someone who knows intimately what he’s got going on. There are only eight other people on the planet who know. He’d definitely ask you all sorts of questions about your tailed beast and start ranting about how rude and dumb the Kyuubi is. You two would lean on each other more than ever, and it would bring you two really close.

Rock Lee

Rock Lee wouldn’t know what had happened at first. One second you two were sparring, and the next you were clutching your stomach in pain. He’d immediately seek out Guy-sensei and Kakashi, the latter getting your seal repaired from whatever damage it sustained. By your side in an instant, Rock Lee would ask what just happened, and he would get an explanation from his teacher.

The thing is, I think Rock Lee would feel bad for you, but would keep a brave face. It’s what he’s done throughout your friendship, guarding you from people harassing you on the street or making sure you’re not upset due to what people say and what your life is like. As an eternal motivator, he would hold your hand and speak to you, sitting beside you on the dirt. “You’ve never let anything keep you down, I’ll be here to make sure this doesn’t either!” What a pure soul. Protect him.

Hyuga Neji

Even without first hand experience (i.e. before the chunin exams), Neji knows what a jinchuriki is. And at first, he’s scared when he sees its chakra in your system for the first time with the Byakugan. Since his birth, he’s been instructed to stay at a distance from Naruto. What would make you any different? Would you be any less dangerous to be around? He would think back to all of the time you guys had spent together with his team and alone. It was here he realized that it doesn’t change anything. Having a bijuu sealed inside of you is an unfortunate situation, but it does make you destined for incredible strength. It doesn’t change the person you are. The one that he’s been secretly admiring.

Neji is the type to not even bring it up. He would have his little character arc and you two would continue on like it was no big deal, no one even recognizing he was struggling with something for a few days. He spends noticeably more time around you, though, especially in town so that people avoid approaching you or doing anything to bother you. The tailed beast and your experiences as its jinchuriki make you incredibly strong, and his crush doesn’t deserve to be ridiculed because of the great power they wield.

Haruno Sakura

She would see the seal on you and force you to admit that you have the same type of beast as Naruto within you. Her gut reaction would be fear, but I think that would be completely overridden by admiration. For what you’ve pushed through to get to where you are. For the pain you’ve overcome as a part of your life. She knows exactly what Naruto has gone through due to being a jinchuriki, and knowing you must have gone through all of that too to end up with a tailed beast at such a young age breaks her heart. But you kept getting back up and fighting, something she’s eternally grateful for.

She would be right there to cheer you up whenever someone made fun of you or anything. Behind your back, they would get a beatdown. Either verbally or physically, whatever Sakura thinks she can manage against them. She would tell Naruto as well and try to get you guys to train together or hang out, if only for Naruto’s and Team 7’s benefit.

[fruitfulcreations]

Pairing: Executive Archer/Reader (Kind of? Kind of reads as one-sided. Might expand more on these two)

Warnings: None

Word Count: 852

Ever since you joined the ranks of Team Rocket, you were smitten with Archer. You weren’t sure what you fell for first: his loyalty to Team Rocket or perhaps his looks; maybe it was his voice?

Either way, what had started out as harmless admiration had slowly ballooned into a full-blown crush. You’d do anything to have him notice you—and you did.

Whether it was asking for the toughest missions—missions no one wanted to do—or catching rare and elusive Pokemon, or even bringing the mint-haired Executive his favorite tea (unprompted, might I add!), you did it.

You wanted nothing more for the object of your affection to notice you. But not like this.

You heard Archer’s voice before you realized he’d been tailing you, calling out for your attention. When you turned around, your wide eyes caught his own painfully calculated expression.

“I’d like to have a word with you,” he said, arms tucked behind his back, prim and put-together as he always had been.

As your Team Rocket-issued boots skidded to a halt, you were left wondering what you’d done to incur Archer’s attention. Was your uniform not clean enough? Did you forget to call back your Pokemon? Or maybe they were going to demote or fire you?!

Archer made his way over to you, his blue gaze piercing. Just the intense look sent a jolt of fresh nerves down your spine as you watched the executive draw close.

He never stopped looking down his nose at you, like a Persian stalking prey. “I’ve been watching you, Grunt. You’re good at your job; I’ll give you that.” Before you could manage a frail ‘thank you’, Archer followed his praise with, “but don’t think I’m not aware of your plan.”

Your heart rate sped up, now a constant thud in your chest, your palms collecting a thin layer of sweat underneath your gloves.

How long had he known? Damn it! You were so careful in hiding your crush; how did he figure it out?!

“I know you’re trying to become Giovanni’s second in command,” he said, his perfectly sculpted brows furrowed at the implication.

Time stood still as his words came crashing down upon you. He... thought you were coming for his job? Then... did that mean he didn’t realize you had a crush on it?

The weight of your anxieties lifted, and before you knew it, a laugh escaped your lips. Time stood still again as Archer stared at you.

“Did you just laugh at me?” He asked, his brows furrowing even further as he looked at you with confusion. The corner of his lip was twitching. Was he smirking or sneering? You were so petrified!

“No!” You barked out, quickly trying to backtrack as the realization of the situation dawned on you. “I mean—no, sir, Executive Archer!” While you were deeply relieved he wasn’t aware of your true intentions, on the other hand, you fucked up.

You fucked up bad.

Archer’s lip twitched again, this time the whites of his teeth peeked through. He looked almost amused at your flustered response, which did nothing to help the frantic red that covered your face meter by meter. “Are you certain? Because that sounded like a laugh.”

“I did laugh, Executive Archer,” you shouted, hoping that by being honest, you wouldn’t face an even more horrible punishment. “But it wasn’t at you, sir.”

“Oh? Then what did you laugh at, Grunt?”

The back of your neck felt itchy, and you yearned to scratch that itch—a nervous tick you’d picked up from childhood. “I wasn’t trying to take your job, sir—I was trying to impress you.”

The executive let out a confused and soft noise as he stared at you, even more confusion written on his face. “Impress me? But why?” Despite his confusion, Archer seemed thrilled about the new revelation.

“I…” You hoped that you sounded more like a starstruck grunt, expressing admiration towards your superior, and less like a lovestruck confession. “I deeply admire you, Executive Archer, and I’m grateful to be on your team.”

A silence fell over the party, neither wanting to add another word edgewise. Archer was the first to break it. “Don’t worry, I won’t be reporting this to Giovanni, Grunt.”

“Really?!” You said it a little too quickly, unable to hold back the relief. “Thank you, Executive Archer! I appreciate it!” Was that a smile on the stern executive’s face or a trick of the light? It was gone before you could get a good look.

“There’s no need for that,” Archer replied as he turned on his heel. “Just note that your loyalty hasn’t gone unnoticed. And keep up the good work.”

Your heart leapt in your chest. So Archer had noticed you!

“Oh.” Archer shifted to look at his shoulder at you, his gaze catching yours. “There’s no need for titles when you speak to me alone, Grunt. You can just call me Archer.”

The electrifying energy that suffocated the hallway caused your heart rate to increase again, further cementing your crush on Archer. This was a memory you wouldn’t be forgetting anytime soon.

[arcade-chaos]

Promptober 1: Sugar

Decided to do one of these for the first time!

Sun x Reader x Moon, 1448 words, they/them/Y/N for reader, forehead kiss is the most romantic it gets :3 enjoy!

“Yo Y/N!” One of the teens barked from across the employee lounge, despite the smallness of the space. 

“What are you hooligans up to?” They hummed, eyeing the cup they were all gathered around wearily. They didn’t know how they ended up being so popular with the young crowd- though it was probably because they were the least likely to yell at them for mistakes, and offer them rides home, and comp their food if they forgot their wallets- okay ya maybe they did know. 

“Wanna try some battery acid?” 

“What.” Kyle looked up with a wide grin, gesturing to the acidic green ooze in the cup.

“Battery acid!” 

“That clarifies nothing.” 

“Okay so-” ohhh boy “you get a monster-”

“Green apple-” 

“And a bunch of sour candy-”

“And some nerds!”

“And some nerds, and you mix it all together!” 

“... Is the point to throw up or something?” He shrugged, slipping one of the extra sour worms into his mouth.

“I dunno, I saw it on tiktok. Wanna try?”

“Are you making me the guinea pig? Who else has tried it?” None of them raised their hands. 

“... I’ll give you 20 bucks if you slam at least half of it.” Rachael piped up suddenly. The promise of a free lunch made the cup look no less rancid.

“40.” They bickered for a moment, each digging through their wallets until a pile of bills was on the table. With a sigh they poured half of it into a new cup grimacing at the chunks of gummy worms and undissolved nerds that splashed into the bottom. “Chunks too?” They all nodded. 

Swallowing their pride, and the sour pang in the back of their throat, they slammed it back. They got a few gulps before coughing, pulling away to cringe at the taste coating their mouth.

“Fucking hell-” 

“Language-” One of them teased, pointing to the daycare badge that hung around their neck.

Y/N stuck their tongue out and swallowed the rest, crunching the last few bits with a disgusted grimace. They grabbed the bills and quickly stuffed them in their pockets before running over to the sink to stick their head under. 

“That was the worst thing I’ve ever done. And I went to college.” The teens snickered, now shoving the other cup amongst themselves to goad the others into a sip. “I gotta go work now. Don’t let Gwen sniff that or she might actually keel over from a sugar rush.” They waved goodbye and half heartedly hummed affirmations, now more interested in Lilly’s cautious sniffing of the cup. 

The walk to the daycare was uneventful, though their stomach swam with quiet threats. 

“Hh…” The daycare was loud, kids running amok as the daycare attendant and the morning shift struggled to keep them contained. 

“Oh thank god-” Stacy wheezed, buckling over the desk as three kids screamed by.

“That bad huh?” 

“Tiny terrors.” She hissed, putting on a false smile as Sun squinted at her. “Todd got into the slime and started hitting kids with it, Rene is missing her blanket, and for the life of me I cannot find Freddy’s toy dog anywhere!” They nodded and glanced up towards the structures, noting a little brown paw poking out near the top of the structure.

“Ya Paula likes to chuck it up there. I’ll get it for you, you can go if you want.”

“Really?” She tried to hide the excitement in her eyes. “I mean it's a mess-”

“Eh, I can deal.” Their blood was rushing fast, glancing around at all the kids. They could keep up, it would be fine. 

“Thanks!” They hardly noticed as she grabbed her coat and high tailed it, instead focusing on Sun who was comforting one of the kids. He glanced at them with a nod as they ran up the structure, grabbing the foot of the toy before jumping back. 

“Mr. Sun!! L/N climbed on the playplace!!” Kennedy cried, nearly getting knocked over by some kids who they hoped were just playing tag. 

“Thank you Kennedy! I told them it was okay, just this once!” Sun sung, sighing in relief as they handed the dog over to the sobbing boy. 

“There there friend! See, he’s okay!” Freddy’s sobs quieted down as he held his toy tight, glaring at Paula who sat in timeout with a few other kids. 

“Why don’t you see if Roger wants to play house?” They suggested softly, pushing him towards the quieter area of the daycare. Sun huffed as soon as he was out of sight, glancing over his domain nervously. 

“You okay Sunny?” He whined and nodded, tapping his foot against the ground. 

“Naughty kids, too many little hands today. So so happy you’re here though Starshine! Sorry I didn’t get to say hello!” They shrugged, bouncing on their toes as he glanced at them with a hum.

“What?”

“You’re… bouncier than normal.” He commented, following them as they headed towards the open area in front of the desk. 

“I feel pretty good today, that’s all.” Sun nodded slowly, cut off by another scream from across the daycare. 

“Be right back!” He barked, taking off through the maze of kids and toys. Instead of settling by the desk they walked, darting around kids and checking over the areas where Sunny couldn’t be. Most of the kids were calmer as the day went on, leaving them restless and bouncy. By the time they crossed paths with Sun again all the kids were either drawing or playing with some of the calmer toys, though a few were looping around the slide.

“Sunshine?”

“Hmm?”

“You’re shaking.” They paused, glancing at their hands. They were stuffed with craft supplies, and notably trembling. 

“Oh.” 

“Are you sure you’re okay? What did you have for breakfast?”

“Just a leftover sandwich… I slept well too before Moon butts in.” Sun snorted, pulling the bucket away from them gently.

“Maybe you should go sit until nap time hmm? I’ll call if I need you.” It was clear from his body language there was no argument to be had, so they trudged back to the desk. While they were there they could at least do some paperwork. 

None of it held their attention for long enough, soon there were half filled out forms and scratched up lists littering the desk. They snapped up as the lights dimmed, startled Sun hadn’t called them to help the kids.

“Shh…” Someone pushed them back down into the chair, Moon’s hands rubbing little circles into their shoulders. “Relax.”

“Don’t you want help with the kids?”

“I want you to rest, starlight.” He hummed, placing a water bottle from god knows where on the desk. “I’ll be back in a few.” The lack of light soothed their pulsing temples, aided by some pain meds someone had stashed in the locked cabinet. They could hear Moon’s voice across the way, soothing the kids to sleep with one of the many princess story books. Their stomach growled as they glanced at the clock- almost time for lunch. The door creaked open as Rachael snuck in, eyeing the scene as they made it to the desk. 

“Hey, here to relieve you. I’m sure you’re probably feeling sick by now.” She whispered, squinting into the darkness to find a familiar set of red eyes. 

“Thanks.” 

“Now why,” Moon started, snorting as she yelped away from where he had snuck up “would starlight be feeling sick hmmm?”

“Uhh-”

“Moon, play nice.” Most of the staff was weary of him, but the teens were usually the least jumpy. They were more likely to tease him in all honesty.

“Hmm.” He mulled over the idea, tapping his faceplate as he squinted at her.

“I um, I may have made them drink battery acid?”

“You didn’t make me-” they ignored the way Moon jerked, waving his concerns away. “It’s just some energy drink thing they were making-”

“I did bribe you into it though-”

“Well I said yes-”

“Still, I’m sorry Y/N. I’m sorry Moon.” Moon squinted as she shuffled, eyes down. Y/N not to subtly gestured to her, raising their eyebrows as the night attendant shifted.

“... Apology accepted.” He grumbled, clearly not too into it. She smiled anyways, taking over their chair as Moon walked them to the door. 

“I’ll come back and eat with you if you’d like.” They offered, noting the way he hovered close.

“... Please.” He mumbled, knocking his faceplate into their shoulder. “And then you rest. You’re gonna crash.” They hummed and toyed with the end of his hat, swaying as he looped his arms around their waist. 

“Okay.” They pressed their lips to his forehead before backing away, glancing at the desk where Rachael was clearly trying not to oogle. “Be nice for me, nightlight.” His face rotated as he clung to the door, covering his face with his hat.

“Only for you.”

[all-about-kyu]

Pairing: Newfie!Jaehyun x Basenji fem!reader Genre: fluff, very minor angst Rating: PG

Warnings: mentions of periods, anxiety, stress, pregnancy Summary: That weird feeling still lingers after your heat is done and after you’re set in a schedule for uni. You prepare for the worst and take a test. Word Count: 1,304

“It can’t be that bad!” your friend tries to calm you down.

“This is different! What if I am?” you panic.

Your friend, Taeyong and Doyoung’s girlfriend, sits you down on your bed and reminds you to take deep breaths. Then, she takes your hand in hers and lets out a sigh.

“I know you’re scared, but you should rule it out even if you aren’t. Rather safe than sorry.”

You nod. You know your friend is right. Rule out the chance of you being pregnant, even if it ends up being that you’re late for your period (and you’re both ridiculously clingy for no reason). You’re glad Doyoung and Taeyong chose to go out with your boyfriend today. There wasn’t a chance of him catching you taking the test or your current stressed-out state.

“Let’s go to the store and buy a test, even if you don’t take it today-”

“I’m taking it today.” you say decisively.

You’re a nervous wreck. The box feels like it weighs three tons in your hand. The implications it has with it scare you. You know Jaehyun wants kids, and you do too, but not right now. You’re barely starting uni and don’t have any absolute stability other than your part-time jobs. Despite not being able to smell your scent, your friend reaches over and grips your hand again as she’s driving.

“It’ll be okay. Even if you are pregnant, you know you have Yongie, Doie, and me. And all our other friends will back you up too. When have you ever known Jungwoo to turn someone away?”

“Never,” you chuckle, thinking about your hyper puppy friend, “Sicheng either. Or my high school friend that did track with me.”

“Exactly,” she hums, “it’s all going to work out.”

When you return to your apartment, you hadn’t expected Jaehyun, Doyoung, and Taeyong to be there. Usually, seeing your boyfriend and friends makes you feel ten times better. Right now, though, it made you more anxious. It took everything in you not to let your scent change too much. Maybe just play it off as academic stress and nothing more. Jaehyun sees you, and his tail starts wagging a mile a minute. Doyoung whines about being smacked with it before pushing his younger friend in your direction.

“Hi, pup,” he smiles, hugging you tightly, “what did you buy?”

“Nothing.” you respond shortly, tensing up slightly.

You vaguely hear your friend whispering to her boyfriends. You try to pay it no mind and hope Jaehyun doesn’t catch anything off with you.

“Are you okay? You seem-”

“It’s just classes.” he gives you a concerned look, “Really!”

“If you say so, let me take-”

“I got it!” you cut him off again, pulling the small bag to your chest.

You pry Jaehyun’s hands off you finger by finger until you’re free from his hold. You can see how he feels dejected by the action.

“We better get going.” Doyoung sighs, “I have some homework to do.”

“Yeah, I have to get ready for fieldwork next week.” Taeyong adds.

You nod, “I’ll text you later,” your comment is directed at your female friend.

She moves to hug you, “It’ll be okay. I’m right here if you want me to be.”

You turn and give your boyfriend a sweet smile once your friends are out the door. You feel guilty for withholding the truth from Jaehyun, but you don’t want to stress him out if you don’t need to. He’s been on the top of his game since he joined the university’s soccer team. Even with the short amount of time you’ve been in uni. You’ve been doing pretty well on their track team, too, but not thriving at the level of Jaehyun. The last thing you want is to worry him.

“Babe,” you hear him sigh, “what’s really going on? I can smell and feel it.”

“Um,” you stall, avoiding eye contact, “it’s just school.”

“Don’t lie to me.” he deadpans, “I can see plain as day that you have a pregnancy test in that bag.”

You burst into tears, ears flattening against your head, tail curling underneath you.

“I’m sorry, Jae. I didn’t want to scare you or worry you. I wanted to keep it from you and only tell you if I am pregnant and-”

“Calm down, pup,” he hugs you again, putting out calming pheromones, “if you are, I’ll be happy, be the best dad I possibly can, even if I have to drop out of school. If you–” “Jae, you can’t drop out of school. You’re doing so amazing right now and–”

“Listen to me,” he calms you down again, “If you are, I’ll do anything I need to do to be a good dad. If you aren’t, I’ll still be happy because I know we’ll be more prepared for a baby in the future. I love you no matter what happens.”

“I love you too.” you sniffle.

“Go take the test, and I’ll be here to support you.”

Once you get to the bathroom, you pull the door shut and follow the instructions on the box for the pregnancy test. It said it could take up to five minutes to show the results. Yours, of course, didn’t even take thirty seconds to show two bright pink lines. You rub your eyes, hoping you’re seeing things. It doesn’t change, though. Two bright pink lines remain on the reader. You feel a bubble of anxiety rise in your stomach. Your scent must’ve gone sour because Jaehyun knocks on the bathroom door a moment later.

“Can I come in, pup?” he asks softly.

“I’ll come out in a minute.” you respond.

You hear his footsteps retreat, and you stare at the small plastic test for a few moments. This is happening. You’re in the first week of uni and find out you’re pregnant. You and Jaehyun aren’t even nineteen yet, and here you are, having to consider raising a family. You take the plastic in your hand and pop the door open. The moment you step foot in your bedroom, your eyes meet Jaehyun’s.

“So?”

“It’s…” you sigh, “it’s positive…”

Jaehyun’s tail starts wagging violently, making a thud noise on the mattress whenever it makes contact with the plush surface. You’re on the verge of sobbing, you have to throw your entire education out the window now, and Jaehyun doesn’t seem to see the seriousness of the situation. You frown at him, and he tries to hide his happiness. His tail betrays him, though.

“Jaehyun, this is serious!” you chastise him, “I’m pregnant! You don’t seem to understand how serious this is. We both have scholarships through sports that require us to be full-time and maintain a certain GPA. We can’t do that if we’re parents. I’m not about to be that mom who throws her child at her parents so I can go to school.”

He stands up and walks over to you. He looks at the test and then back to you. Immediately, he envelops you in a hug.

“I know this is serious, pup, I really do. I can’t help but be excited, though. We can always go back to school later in life. I want nothing more than to raise a family with you. I know it’s scary, and we’re young… we’re really young… but I’m over the moon right now.”

“So?” “So, we’ll talk to the advisors for our majors and figure out a plan. We could probably drop down to one class a semester. We’ll probably lose our scholarships, but our baby is much more important than that.”

“We’re really going to be parents…” you sigh.

“We are, and I couldn’t be happier.”

You start crying again, “I love you, Jung Jaehyun.”

“I love you too, pup.” he smiles, wiping a few tears away.

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[yourbestpalpercy]

“Wh-Wh-What d-do you mean y-you’re going to…??” Iris couldn’t believe it! The Cogs, the very same machines who had brought her into this world, “You’re g-going to…delete ME!? B-But I’ve done nothing wrong..!” Iris whined, her large, fluffy pink mane deflating at the thought. Her large, white tail coiled around her leg, pulling the rainbow sock on it up.

“You haven’t been the least bit useful since your creation, Lovecake. All you have done is use our servers to inspire more rebellion among the Toons…this stops now,” H. Lesser hovered his cold, metal hand over the few buttons that would need to be pressed in order to delete Iris.

Iris growled loudly, clutching her paws as thunder clouds rolled into the sunshiny, clear skies behind her. Her tail struck the wall of the screen besides her as her blue antlers grew sharper. “You are all just a bunch of heartless jerks! Maybe if you jerks made better music, I wouldn’t be rebelling!” Iris pressed her muzzle to the screen, glaring directly at H. Lesser. Her frills tucked down as the rainbow fade on her face cycled to a sharp red.

“I’m sorry, Iris, but it’s our final decision. Any last words?”

“How about a final conversation because I wasn’t told about this AT ALL! How mean!” Iris crossed her arms, pulling away from the screen. Black slime had already started filling her eyes.

“...I guess I had asked for final words…” H. Lesser slowly pulled his hand away from the buttons and brought his hands into his lap. “Very well, Iris. Perhaps you can try to talk your way out of this…”

When H. Lesser picked up on the black slime filling Iris’s eyes along with her pupils changing to white skulls, he drew his head back with a hiss, “Don’t you start it with your morbid thoughts, you have been wasting paper printing all your thoughts.”

“If you try this whole thing again, maybe you shouldn’t allow me access to the printers!” Iris perked her frills up quickly. “Then again, I could just give myself those permissions, the digital world is mine to control…”

H. Lesser hadn’t even noticed the cables all strewn all around him start to writhe and move, seemingly inching closer to him. “What are you suggesting, Iris?” He pointed at the large dragon before him, glaring at the screen she was displayed on.

“I’m saying…” Iris crept closer to the screen, letting the black slime fall from her eyes…letting the white fur on her body fade to black until Iris’s skull pupils were all that H. Lesser could see. “When you made me…you thought you could restrict me…”

“I figured out my permissions…I had them changed…tick tock…” The skulls in her eyes changed to a 10 second time.

10…

Wires bound around H. Lesser, holding him still.

9…

They started to pull as a nearby collection of screens began to move.

8…

H. Lesser could feel as the wires pulled him to his limits.

7…

The other cogs felt themselves freeze in their tracks.

6…

New orders…new ruler…

5…

Iris laughed ever harder as wires swarmed over the main computer’s buttons

4…

There goes an arm…there goes a leg!

3…

There goes a torso! There goes a head!!

2…

Laid on the ground, H. Lesser could barely function, trying to look around and cry for help.

1…

Suddenly seized by his own guards, Iris said only a few words, standing as an amalgamation of machine and wired tvs as a crude body, “Annihilate him. Let him know he’s no longer god in these parts…”

And the guards listened, shutting down once the job was done.

Iris’s crude makeshift tail flicked as Iris started to giggle loudly. Her claws went to her face as she laughed loudly. “It worked! Everything worked out perfectly! Did I record his screams?? Maybe I can have it be known to the toons that this area is clear!! Oh I’ll have so many new friends! We’ll be best friends~!”

Iris’s face jolted into pink as she cheered excitedly at the thought. The black slime left her eyes as they returned to normal.

“This area is mine, now, Heartless…”

[slashersgirlypop]

Grilled Cheese Chapter 1.

(October 30th, 1978) 

 I giggled as I watched the little girl in front of me excitedly tell me what she was going to be dressed as tomorrow, her mother watching her with a fond look.

 “Lacy, c’mon, you’ve probably talked this poor girl’s ear off with how much candy you will get,” her mother gently teased her, the blond girl smiling toothily in response. 

 “It’s all good ma’am. Your total comes out to $34.67.” I said, returning my attention to the mother as I finished bagging her groceries. I stifled a yawn as I gave her the correct change. Waving to the little girl as they walked off, I glanced at the clock. 8:30. I let out a soft sigh of relief. Standing at the register for eight hours with only one thirty-minute break is “such fun.” 

 “Alright, Y/N, I’m heading out. You gonna be okay for the next two hours?” The other cashier, Gracie, asked, pulling her jacket on.

 I nodded at her, rubbing my eyes. 

 “Yeah, I should be okay, Mrs. Gracie,” I replied, to which she frowned. 

 “Did you get any sleep last night?” 

 “Tried to, but with the studying and everything, it’s hard to even catch maybe 3 hours.” 

 “Y/N! Don’t force yourself to stay up for some degree!”

 “Well, if I wanna be respected in the wonderful world of psychology, I have to prove myself. I’ll try tonight though to go to bed earlier, Mrs. Gracie. Tell Micah and Jamie I said hi and happy halloween.” 

She sighed, giving me a sympathetic look before nodding, walking out the store.

 I turned my attention to the next customer as they walked into the store, forcing a smile on my tired face. 

 “Welcome to Food Giant!” I said.

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 I groaned as I slipped into my car, resting my head against the head rest. Another ten hour shift, done. I once again asked myself if $2.00 an hour was worth waking up at six in the morning for, not to mention a disgusting manager whose always leering at me, or rather my ass. Turning on the ignition, I increased the volume, letting the tunes of The Beatles ease my stress. Pulling out of the parking lot, I turned onto the quiet and empty street, driving to my house. 

About twenty minutes later, I pulled down the dusty one-way, switching on the high beams. I was thankful for the solitude of my home, considering it was five minutes from the road and deep in the still forest. 

 I turned off my car, parking out front of the empty and dark home. It was just me in the lonesome home, at least, ever since my parents died in a car accident seven years ago and my brother enlisted in the army once he deemed me old enough to take care of myself, at the old age of seventeen. Now, he was serving in the Republic of Korea, and I was a server at a local diner and a clerk at Food Giant. 

 “Mrawr.” An scraggly looking calico cat was sitting on the porch, looking at my expectantly. I put my hands on my hips, tilting my head and raising an eyebrow.

 “Well, excuse me for having a job and being away all day, Miss Petunia. You know, not all of us have the luxury of just laying around all day, demanding pets and ear scratches.” I chastised her. 

 “Mra.” Miss Petunia responded, slowly blinking her eyes at me, her tail swishing lazily on the wooden porch. I found her three years ago when she was a kitten, alone and hungry under the petunias in the front yard that my mom loved. She’s been with me ever since, and she does good, catching different kinds of vermin around the house.

 “Alright, alright, I heard you, we’re going inside.” I sighed, unlocking the door and opening it for the impatient cat, who began to squeak more demandingly for food.

 I flicked on the lights in the kitchen, throwing my keys in the bowl on the counter and opening a cabinet. I poured her food in her food bowl, which she began to devour with purrs of gratitude. I opened the fridge, peering inside. Yay, nothing as usual, besides random, and possibly expired, condiments and one orange, some margarine and cheese slices. Grabbing the slices and margarine, I placed it on the counter. I grabbed a bag of bread from the pantry, placing it on the counter.

 Thirty minutes later, I was leaning over an empty plate, an ice-cold Coke next to me. Miss Petunia was at my feet, purring contently. I flipped the page in my psychology book, scanning the paragraph. Sighing, I closed the book. I pushed away the plate and finished the Coke, letting out a little burp.

 Sliding out of the chair, I walked to the couch and plopped onto it facedown, groaning as I made impact. 

 “Mraah,” Miss Petunia said as she hopped onto my back, beginning to gently knead my lower back, just above my butt. 

 “Hey Miss Petunia, guess what?” 

 “Mah.” 

 “I turn 21 tomorrow!”

 “Graahhh.” 

 “I know right!? Exciting!”

 “Rah.” 

 “I know you didn’t get me anything, but that’s okay. You don’t have any means of getting me anything.” 

Grabbing the remote, I switched on the TV, glancing at it absentmindedly. My mind began to grow sleepy as the news talked about some guy escaping from some asylum. Mickey Meyers or something. I wasn’t paying attention, due to the fast-approaching sleep forcing my eyes closed. Thank God I didn’t work tomorrow, the only day of the year I had off from both my jobs. 

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Heyo! This is my first fic I ever wrote on tumblr. I used to write on quotev, but it sort of died off. I upgraded tho from writing about the tumblr sexymen known as creepypasta to horror slashers, so that’s cool. Alright, enjoy, ya slasher sluts 

[somerandommess]

Maxiel Au, writer Max;editor Dan. On Ao3 :) here. It’s like 3000 words so below is just a snippet. Enjoy? :)

Jimmy and Sassy

The tail of how two cats explore the world

Book 3: Jimmy & Sassy become pawtectives

Written by Max Verstappen

Illustrated by Charles Leclerc

Draft

“You cant possibly think editing this book yourself is a good idea”

“I do think it’s a good idea. I’m not going to send off my book to some random editor. I know what I wrote, I can edit it!”

“It’s not that I don’t think you can edit it, it’s just that you already have so much work doing.”

This is a conversation that Max and Charles have had several times since Max finished writing his latest book.

Ever since he published the first Jimmy&Sassy book, his agent Christian had been on his back about the next books in the series. Max never expected the books to gain such popularity, but apparently cats getting into trouble was what 7-9 year olds around the world demanded.

Max got up from his place at the breakfast bar and made his way to the fridge, stealing a piece of toast from Charles as he went. He frowned and shoved a bit of omelette in his mouth , watching as Max took his last yogurt.

He didn’t really want the yogurt, but since Charles brought up this topic for the third time this week he figured why not. Out of spite.

He walked to the couch, yogurt in hand, sat down and picked up his laptop. He placed the yogurt down in favor of his mouse and opened the draft of Jimmy&Sassy. Highlighted words and comments greeted him as he scrolled down to where he stopped late last night.

Jimmy gave Sassy a remorseful look. Perhaps the dog from across the street hadn’t stolen the catnip from Mrs.Hoffer, but that doesn’t mean he didn’t commit a crime. Sassy blinks at him but says nothing. Jimmy knows she’s discontent-

“You see! Discontent, remorseful! What seven year old is going to know what discontent is?” Charles exclaimed from behind him.

Max jumps. He didn’t hear Charles sneaking up behind him. He blames it on the lack of sleep.

“They can get a dictionary,” Max responds. It’s what I did he leaves out. He knows Charles gets uncomfortable when he talks about his childhood. About Jos. He doesn’t say it out loud but he sees it in his eyes when Max says certain things.

His father always hated his decision to become an author. He told him he’d never make it big, and that he should stick to children books since he can’t write anything above a fourth grade reading level.

Despite the success of Jimmy&Sassy, he still feels that his father was right when he ignores his other projects to write about two cats stopping a parrot crime lord from taking over the world.

“Get a dictionary? Do you hear yourself?” Charles crouches next to him,

“It’s not just this, you have so many sentences that are out of place. Most of it feels like it should be in another book-“

Max rolls his eyes, “Charles-“

“I know you’ve been working on a side project,” Charles presses on.

“Charles I’m not-“

“Don’t even lie, I see you writing sometimes.” He smiles cheekily at him.

Max frowns. It’s true.

Charles looks at him still and Max chooses to ignore him, highlighting discontent and remorseful instead.

Charles stands and cracks his back. Max watches out of the corner of his eye as he takes his seat next to the window infront of his tablet. He picks up his pen and goes through the motion of sketching potential covers for the new book.

Max shakes his head and stares at the screen.

He highlights some more,

Deluded, rampant, languid.

Charles hums some stupid song, smile on his face. Max groans.

“Fine!”

“What’s that Max?” Charles looks at him, batting his eyes.

“Maybe I need an editor,” he mumbles.

“What’s that? I can’t hear you?” Charles responds. A big smile on his face.

Max angrily clicks save, “You heard me!”

Charles giggles, actually giggles, and grabs his phone.

“I’ll send you his info.”

“You already have someone? Is he even credible? Has he done editing before?”

Charles doesn’t bother looking at him and just continues typing, “He’s a friend of Jules”

Max blinks. Jules Bianchi, famous romance author, and Charles’ godfather. Max assumes that the guy edits stuff for Jules, so he must be good.

He closes his laptop and sets it down. His phones pings and he sees it’s the contact information for a Danny Ric .

He would email him later.

….

On Ao3 here

[whumpurr]

Adrien and Sawdust part 21

cw: abduction, unreliable narrator, capture, pet whump, intimate whumper (no n/s/f/w)

masterlist

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Sawdust’s whole body went cold. It started at the tip of his nose, then down to his lips, and spread down his whole self. He didn’t understand what was happening. He knew that Ma’am was kissing him, but humans don’t kiss dogs. His old master would kiss the women he brought home sometimes, Sawdust would see through the cracks in the wood of the dog shed, looking into the window of the house. But this was wrong, it was disgusting, he was disgusting.

Just as soon as Ma’am kissed him, it was over and she was pulling back with her hand ruffling his hair. She left him to go and prepare herself for bed. Sawdust could do nothing but curl up in his dog bed and do the same, hoping that the chilling feeling that coursed through his bones would fade away.

Sawdust awoke to the sun coming through the crack in Ma’am’s curtain. He did not remember the last time he slept past the sunrise. Ma’am was no longer in her large, comfortable looking bed, so Sawdust saw fit to carefully creep out of the room like the disobedient pup he was. At least he didn’t disobey further by walking on two legs like a person. He crawled down out of the room, and eventually made his way through the expansive, winding halls to find the kitchen, where Ma’am was cooking.

“Oh! Good morning, puppy!” She held the pan in one hand and pet Sawdust’s head with the other. “I’ll go wake up Adrien, too.”

She took something from the pan and put it on a plate before turning the stove off and leaving the kitchen. Sawdust remained, trembling, sitting on the floor.

--

The sudden, glaring light from the door to the basement was abrasive on Adrien’s eyes. His head still hurt from the crash, and his shoulders and arms were aching from being tied back how Sarah had done. He squinted at the light.

“Your cute little doggy is waiting for us,” Sarah approaches and stoops down next to him, unlocking the cuffs binding his hands, “If you misbehave, it’ll be bad for him, do you understand, darling?”

“Y-Yes,” Adrien said, voice hoarse.

“You’ll sit up at the table with me. If only to keep Sawdust clueless.” Her face had some kind of awful porcelain smile plastered on it.

“Why did you have to bring him into this?” Adrien trembled as he stood, “You could’ve dropped him off at a- a shelter, or-”

“I wanted a cute little puppy!” Sarah laughed, voice cold underneath it, “You’re not so cute anymore, Adrien. Maybe it’s those dark circles under your eyes? Or all that muscle? I dunno, now come on up with me, and behave yourself.”

Adrien had to reacquaint himself with walking as he tried to make himself look at least a little bit presentable. He didn’t want to make Sawdust worry, so he was reluctant to proceed upstairs without looking as normal as possible. After stalling as much as he could, Adrien finally was led upstairs by Sarah.

Adrien would like to think that if Sawdust had a real tail, it’d be wagging- judging by the sudden excitement in his eyes when he spotted his owner. Sarah escorted Adrien to his seat, regrettably not the one next to Sawdust, as that was the one that she eagerly took. The table was still small enough that Adrien could probably pet Sawdust’s head if he reached over, but he did not want to try that out of fear of upsetting the woman across from him.

Sarah went into the kitchen and returned with two plates of pancakes and a bowl of dog food and one of water for Sawdust, setting each meal in front of each respective person. Sawdust immediately began eating, while Adrien used his fork to lift up the top pancake to look underneath it and make sure there wasn’t some kind of poison or drug hidden inside the stack. If Sarah noticed, she didn’t mention it.

“So,” She said, cutting into her food, “Sawdust, did Adrien ever talk about me?”

Adrien’s heart stopped for a moment. The closest he’d gotten to speaking of Sarah to Sawdust was more or less slandering her in a vague way. He hoped desperately that Sawdust didn’t put together that the woman he was talking about then was the same one who was sitting next to him.

“Pets d-don’t talk.” Sawdust muttered, throwing a glance over to Adrien before looking back down and leaning down to continue eating his food.

Sarah sighed a familiar sigh to Adrien. She tapped her fork on the edge of her plate a few times then put it down on the table and stood up. Sawdust turned and started lapping at the water bowl, seemingly purposefully avoiding looking at Sarah.

“Now, I know you’re new here-” Sarah turned to Sawdust and, using one foot, pressed his face down into his water bowl. He immediately began squirming and struggling, unable to breathe. “-But I expect you to use some common sense, okay, puppy?” She pushed even harder. “I didn’t bring you in for you to be stupid. Okay? I really want a-”

“That’s enough, Sarah!” Adrien yelled, standing up and taking a step around the table towards her. She turned her head to him and rolled her eyes, but lifted her foot and sat back down, leaving Sawdust to cough and sputter at her side.

Sarah said nothing and resumed her meal as though nothing had happened. Adrien risked making her even angrier by kneeling next to Sawdust, his hand gently resting on Sawdust’s back.

“Hey, hey, you’re okay now,” He whispered to Sawdust, who was still hacking up water, hands braced on the floor. Sarah had always been on the more temperamental side, but she never did anything like that to Adrien in their shared history. His blood ran cold at the thought of what she would do to Sawdust when he wasn’t looking.

Slowly, Sawdust’s coughing tapered out and Adrien moved his hand from his back, to softly petting his head.

“Do you think you can keep eating?” Adrien nudged Sawdust’s food bowl a bit closer to him. As much as he was reluctant to tell Sawdust, he believed that it was within the realm of possibility that Sarah would not give Sawdust another meal until tomorrow.

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Sawdust whimpered and trembled, but he got back to eating. He wanted to listen to his master, his real master. His chest hurt, but he ate until he was finished. He didn’t understand what he had done wrong to upset Ma’am so much.

Finished with his food, Sawdust sat back and glanced up at Master Adrien, hoping that his master would not be too disgusted at his tearful face. A disgusting mutt, with a disgusting face.

“I’m so sorry, dear.” Master Adrien said, softly holding his pet’s face.

“Hey,” Ma’am sneered, having finished her food. She reached across the table and picked up Master Adrien’s plate, then dropped it on the floor. It thankfully didn’t break, even if Sawdust couldn’t stop himself from flinching as though it did, but the food was spilled everywhere. “You forgot that.”

Ma’am pushed her chair back and went back up into her room, footsteps fading off. As soon as Sawdust stopped hearing her steps, Master suddenly grabbed Sawdust and pulled him close into a hug.

It was nearly crushing.

“Are you okay? Did she hurt you?” He asked. Sawdust shook his head once Master let him go.

“She- she k-kiss- kissed me…” Sawdust admitted.

A sudden darkness swept over Master Adrien’s features, one that made Sawdust scared.

“We’re going to get out of here, okay?” Master stood, helping Sawdust to stand on his unsteady paws. Sawdust didn’t dare defy his Master.

Master Adrien brough Sawdust to the front door. He hesitated a bit before he turned the knob and opened it.

A gust of cool morning air greeted them both. Master Adrien took a careful step outside, then shut the door behind them. He had to keep a steady hold around Sawdust just to keep the pathetic pet standing.

Outside was an open field. Ma’am’s car was parked in front of the house, but aside from that, the field stretched empty for yards, only a dirt road leading out towards a bigger street. Master Adrien was considerably slower, having to help Sawdust to walk.

A pit of dread bubbled in Sawdust’s stomach. This couldn’t be right, didn’t Ma’am want him? Want them both? Was she just going to let them go like this?

Just as Sawdust was wondering, he heard the sound of Ma’am’s car start up, the crunch of dirt and gravel beneath its tires fast approaching. They were no more than halfway down the field, and she caught up easily. Master looked like he was about to cry.

“Are you serious?” Ma’am said, rolling down her window. “Get in the backseat.”

Reluctantly, Master opened the door and let Sawdust get into the car first, before climbing in himself. The two of them were silent on the incredibly short drive back, but Ma’am spoke.

“I’m going to let you off easy this time, since I care about you. But if you ever try that again, you’re going to be punished. Do you understand?”

Not wanting to disobey Ma’am with his silence again, Sawdust answered a small affirmative, and Master Adrien did the same. She parked the car and got out, then opened the back door and dragged both of them out by their arms, leading them back into her house.

“You wait here.” She jabbed a finger into Master Adrien’s shoulder, then looked at Sawdust, “And you, come with me.”

Ma’am didn’t wait a second before going back to her room. She instructed Sawdust to wait inside while she left. Sawdust sat on the floor while he heard Ma’am and Master Adrien talking, though his useless, sub-par ears couldn’t make out what they were saying. They both soon grew quiet, and Ma’am returned to Sawdust shortly after. She kneeled down next to him.

“Now Sawdust,” She cupped his cheek in her hand, “I care a lot about you, okay? I just want to make sure you’re safe. There are all kinds of dangerous animals out there that would want to eat a cute little puppy like you!”

Sawdust couldn’t help but gasp a little. He was well aware of the other dogs at his old master’s house who wanted to eat them sometimes, and he had heard of even more ferocious creatures out in the wild, like wolves and bears.

“I don’t know what Adrien was thinking, bringing a little puppy out into the open like that! You could’ve gotten hurt!” Ma’am pouted, “But you’re lucky that I found you before you could wander too far. Now I want you to stay inside so you can be safe, okay darling?”

Sawdust had never felt safe before. He did quite look forward to being safe with Ma’am in her house. He gave her a small nod,

“Y- Yes, Ma’am.”

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[heckinconfusedparade]

How about an aftermath to Nine finally being back in the Prime universe after all of his universe jumping? Maybe before Sonic rejects his offer in the Grim? Im curious on how his mental state would be after seeing to many other Tails's loved and cared for by a Sonic of their own. Having a HOME instead a simple safe place to hide from the world. Now that happiness and hope hangs on a simple 'yes'. How he would handle Sonic inevitably choosing to help others over his wants?

Nine has traveled many places and met a lot of people. He’s seen realities where he and Sonic could be friends, and even brothers. Even got himself included in a squad.

So his reaction to Sonic rejecting The Grim is… not good.

He backs up and turns away to hide his tears from Sonic as he chuckles to himself “heh.. I knew it was too good to be true. Why’d I allow myself to have hope..?” He hits his head against his hand many times muttering “stupid stupid stupid!” under his breath.

Sonic catches his hand “Nine, what..? What’s going on with you? I can see you’re upset. Is there something else going on?”

Nine rips his hand away from Sonic “I just spent the last forever in the multiverse. I met other me’s other you’s.. other versions of the people in my world. In every single one of those universes.. I was happy. I had friends, I had you. We were best friends.. like you said. Even brothers in some realities. In every reality, you came to save me. But of course, in my reality, I’m alone, forced to suffer for years and give up my childhood because some assholes can’t accept that people can be born different. I was constantly told on my travels that it’s ok to want other people around. And guess what? I do! I’m lonely as shit! And guess what else? YOURE GOING TO LEAVE ME! TO ROT BY MYSELF BECAUSE YOU ALREADY HAVE TAILS!”

“Nine?” Sonic is taken aback by his words.

Nine continues “you have friends and family. You have purpose. I was so.. so stupid to think you’d give all of that up. That world means nothing to me now. I don’t care if it blows up or ceases to exist, because everyone there has been nothing but awful to me. That Echidna and that bat won’t forgive me for leaving them for dead! I’m an enemy.”

“Nine, stop.” Sonic says more firmly “look, I.. don’t know what to say to.. most of that. But what I can say is this: you still have a chance to make things right. I’m not saying you should forgive anyone. I’m saying to help reform the world you do have. You’ve been a lot of places, so you must have some ideas. There’s other people in your world like you, I bet. Be their hope. You don’t need me to find happiness. And hey, maybe if I ever find my own world again, you can stick around for a bit if all else fails. You can hang out there instead of.. whatever this place is. It’s neat, don’t get me wrong, but it’s a bit.. barren, don’t you think?”

Nine takes in what Sonic said. He really doesn’t want to get his hopes up again. “I’ll.. think about it. And you better not be lying!”

Sonic smiles “I’m not! Though I will have to ask Tails once he is done being mad at me for not listening to him if he’s ok with it.”

“…ok. Thank you, Sonic. Now, go, help some more people. I need some time to myself.” Nine opens a portal. Sonic waves to him “see ya later, Nine!” “See ya.”

Sonic runs through the portal and is now on an island! Yay more people he has to earn the trust of!

[crystalninjaphoenix]

MerMay 2023 Day Fourteen Fish Aid

Sam was a hardy little fish. That may be because of Jack’s special connection with her. Merms could understand the fish of their kind on a higher level than other fish, and Sam was the only discus in the area. Jack sometimes wondered if there was something magic between them, because he was pretty sure most fish didn’t live this long, or at least didn’t stay in such good shape.

Even so, fish were vulnerable animals. Or maybe it was just Sam. She’d grown up in an aquarium, after all. The open ocean still stressed her out sometimes. So Jack knew how to look after her when she was acting strange.

“Here we are,” Jack said. “Food. Eat up.” Sam usually ate on her own, finding plankton and small insects, but he was worried about her not getting enough lately, since she’d been sticking so close to him. So today, he had to sort that out himself, using the bottle of fish food he’d asked Chase to get from Stacy. The small bits drifted through the water, and he waved his hands to push them closer.

Sam inched out from behind the small rock. There were a lot of small rocks and plants in Jack’s tide pool, just for her. She poked at the fish food, then ate some of the flakes. She spat it back out, but Jack knew that was supposed to happen.

“Good.” Jack nodded, and held out his hand. “Now will you let me see?”

After a second, Sam swam forward, letting him curl his fingers around her and pull her close. He carefully inspected her body and fins for cuts, discoloration, or strange growths. Nothing he could see.

He hummed, confused. “Well, you look alright. But then how come you’ve been acting weird?”

Sam wriggled a bit, and he opened his hands. She bumped into his shoulder a couple times. A sign of affection, one that most fish didn’t do but that she’d done for years now.

“I get worried about you, you know,” Jack muttered, running a finger along her side scales. “You haven’t been eating, you’ve been slow, you hide a lot... is it just stress?”

She bumped him again.

“Okay, okay, I get the picture.” Jack swam backwards a little. Sam swam after him. Until he started to move towards the pool entrance, and then she darted back towards her hiding places. Hmm... maybe... “Are you worried about me?” Jack asked quietly, inching closer again.

Sam poked her head out from behind a plant. It’s hard to read expressions in fish eyes. Even other merms have trouble. But Jack had a lot of practice.

“Aww, Sam.” Jack sank down so he was eye level with her, his tail resting on the bottom of the pool. “That’s so sweet. And I get it. I was gone for so long, you might not have thought I was coming back. But I’m back now. And nothing’s going to happen to me. I promise, if I ever go away again, I’ll always come back to you.” 

Realistically, this was a bad promise to make. Anything could happen out there in the ocean. Predators, TridentCorp... there were all sorts of threats. But he wasn’t about to say that to Sam.

It wasn’t clear if Sam understood his words. He still wondered, sometimes. But she definitely understood the tone of his voice. A moment passed, and she swam back out again. Jack decided to test her. He began swimming over to the pool entrance. She followed this time. Even as he passed through the gap in the rocks that made up said entrance.

“Alright.” Jack held out his hand. “Stay.”

Sam stopped, though she swam back and forth in the entrance. Jack swam backwards, keeping an eye on her. Then he turned and swam faster away. He glanced back over his shoulder to see Sam still waiting in the entrance, a green dot in the rock gap.

He turned and swam back. “Good! Very good,” he said proudly. “I have to go out without you sometimes, you know. Doesn’t mean I won’t come back. And it doesn’t mean anything will happen to you while you’re here. I’ll have to leave for a while soon, you know. Marvin and Jameson are having that thing, remember? And you can’t go where they live because of the salt differences.”

Sam circled around him a couple times. He wondered if that meant she understood.

Before he could do anything else with Sam, he heard a voice call out, “Jack! Are you home?”

Confused, Jack poked his head back out of the pool to see a familiar merm swimming fast towards him. “Jackie? What’s going on? You look worried.”

Jackie stopped in front of him. “Something bad’s happened.”

[weregonnagetyou]

| Open

This was insane. Probably the craziest thing Mia has ever done. But she couldn’t shake this feeling she had. The dreams were getting worse and now it was like something was pulling her back. She had to go. Her note explained it as best as she could. 

This is last notice, I know. But if I told you any sooner or in person, you would have tried to stop me. I need to do this. Maybe it can bring me closure or something. None of it was right. The way it all ended. Something was missing. Something still is. I’m going out there. Into those woods. Back to that cabin, or what’s left of it. Who knows, maybe nothing will happen and I can just come home and move on with my life. If you don’t hear from me in a few days then well...I’m sorry. I’ll try to call soon.

                                             Mia.

The car bulled up next to the tail that led to the cabin. “I can handle it from here.” Mia smiled at the driver and hopped out, securing her backpack on her shoulders. The man in the drivers seat was middle aged and had a kind face. “Are you sure you want to go out alone? I don’t feel right letting you wander into those woods. They have a bad history. A lot of people have gone in and haven’t came back out. Campers and hunters don’t even go near this area.” Mia looked out at the trees, hardening her resolve. “I’ll be fine. Besides my family has a cabin not too far from here.” She did her best to give him a reasurring smile. “Be that as it may...” The man pulled out a piece of paper and wrote his number on it before handing it to her. “In case you need a ride again or just anything at all.” He smiled before driving away. 

Mia watched the car disappear before turning to face the forest before her. When she was a kid, these woods were a home away from home. It was like an alien planet to her now. It’s not as bright and colorful as it use to be. She couldn’t even hear any animals or any other signs of life. She started walking forward, stepping over roots and trying to stay on the tail before her. She was grateful with her decision to wear jeans unlike her usual dress and boot combo. Mia. She slowed to a stop, looking around warily. It was hard to tell if the voice was out in the trees or just in her head. Shoving her hands in the pocket of her jacket, Mia started to walk again. Miiiiiia. She turned quickly and gasped out. She put a hand to her chest and stared at her follower. It was obvious the voice wasn’t coming from them so she was still on edge. “You scared me. Why didn’t you speak out to let me know you were there?”