#OKAY its not a trenchcoat but its so close

[just-jessiejames]

what the fuck is so attractive about people in trenchcoats i'm

actually what is it about trenchcoats? why the fuck do they make everyone so much more... pretty??

am i trenchcoatsexual???????

[kazutora-kurokawa]

you can do something about izana dating reader (who is the sister of some gang member of your choice) just izana taking reader and running away (but not before hitting reader's brother)

Izana x Gang Member's Sister!Reader

♡ SFW, arguing, violence against reader and her brother, reader's brother is a member of Tenjiku and a jackass, Izana has a crush on reader and they end up dating ♡

note: this was a genius idea anon 🩷

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Izana normally didn't pay attention to the low ranking members of Tenjiku, since he considered them insignificant and replaceable. However, he couldn't help but take notice when he saw a member of Tenjiku arguing with a girl he didn't recognize. He later found out that you were the guy's sister after damn near interrogating him.

Whenever he saw you out with your brother he'd approach you, acting much friendlier than usual. Your brother took notice, but he didn't say anything. Not in front of Izana anyway. Behind closed doors he wouldn't shut up about how nice Izana was to you and how he treated him like crap. He was basically obsessing over the man and was obviously jealous of you.

His jealousy reached its boiling point when you showed up to Tenjiku's hideout and revealed that you and Izana were dating. He couldn't understand why Izana took such a liking to you. It took him forever to even prove himself worthy of being in Tenjiku and yet you have Izana wrapped around your finger.

"What the hell is so special about you?!"

You were caught off guard when you felt his hands push against your shoulders, shoving you to the ground. Izana saw all of it and before your brother could even think about apologizing to you, he stormed over to you, pushing past members of Tenjiku and putting them in a panic.

"Are you okay love?"

He held his hand out and helped you up off the ground and in a flash his foot was making contact with your brother's face.

"The meeting is over."

He looked down at your brother, who was knocked out cold on the ground.

"Don't bother showing up to the next meeting, your time in Tenjiku is over."

Izana grabbed your hand and led you away from Tenjiku's hideout. He didn't know where he was leading you to, but he knew your brother was going to have hell to pay the next time he saw him.

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Taglist

@arlerts-angel @i-literally-cant-with-this @trevengersprincess @giugiette @katkitkats @happy-trenchcoated-impala @rinsprttyg @drunkcheesecake @darkstarlight82 @reiners-milkbiddies

[thebiggerbear]

Let Me Set Your World on Fire

Summary: While on a hunt, you all get stuck in an abandoned cabin in the woods due to a snowstorm that comes out of nowhere. It's cold as hell (Cas' fact checking not withstanding) and both you and Dean are trying to fight off the icy temperatures. When Cas offers his coat to Dean, in usual Michael fashion, the archangel offers you something bigger and more to his liking than a simple article of clothing to keep you warm.

Pairing: Michael!Dean x Female!Huntress!Reader; background hints of Destiel if you squint

A/N: Inspired by this post by @angelicbros 💖💖 that had me laughing for a good five minutes because I could absolutely see that happening with those characters and dynamics. Idk if this turned out okay or not but it was so much fun to write.

I'll admit that I wrote about 5k more than what's posted here, which was mostly background of how Michael!Dean and the Reader's relationship came to be, how Michael looks the way he does, why Team Free Will puts up with him, where Jack is, etc., but ultimately, I really felt it got away from the theme of what I was going for so I cut it out. I think I might clean it up and post it separately.

And you just know that Dean would be super grumpy if Baby was stuck in a snowstorm. 😉

All unbeta'd.

Warnings: implied sex; language

Word Count: 2529

Taglist: @avada-kedavra-bitch-187; @rieleatiel

Supernaural Taglist: @deans-spinster-witch; @just-levyy; @heartlessdelusions; @nancymcl; @brightlilith

@muhahaha303; @mariahoedt; @solacedthistest; @deansimpala; @foxyjwls007

@onlyangel-444

Jensen Taglist: @samanddeaninatrenchcoat; @deansbbyx; @lyarr24

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You blew warm air into your hands and rubbed them together. You and the Winchesters were stuck in a cabin in the woods while a snowstorm raged outside. Dean had complained earlier about Baby being stuck out there, getting pounded by ice, snow, and who knew what else. “I better not see a single scratch on her,” he warned Sam. He then groused about her probably needing a new paint job once this was over, a mere three months after the last one. 

You had been hunting a pack of werewolves, hot on their trail, when the blizzard from hell came out of nowhere, forcing you to find some form of shelter quickly. Cas had disagreed when you called the storm as such. It was a known fact that snow didn’t come from Hell, it came from a weather system on Earth. Besides there was nothing cold about the pit; Chuck and Lucifer had made sure of that. Dean and Sam had joined you in your stunned disbelief at Cas’ matter-of-fact tone before you all shook your heads and continued looking for materials to burn in the fireplace. Sam had managed to find some scraps of old newspapers in the long abandoned cabin and an old book of matches that had one good match left. So now, there was a small fire burning but from the looks of it, it wasn’t going to last long.

Sam kept checking for cell service but no such luck. You and Dean sat in two opposing chairs, facing towards the fire. “Anything?” Dean asked his brother. Sam glanced at the screen and shook his head. “Dammit.”

Dean blew into his hands just like you had and then crossed his arms, keeping his fingers underneath the material of his jacket. None of you were dressed for this extreme weather or temperature drop. If you didn’t know any better, you could swear some magical being or entity was causing this sudden storm to hit. Sure, Washington was known for its colder, wetter weather most of the time, including snow that could start falling at the drop of a hat, but this fast and this hard…you tended to doubt it. Especially when you had been closing in on the werewolf pack.

“Are you alright, Dean?” Cas asked, drawing your attention to the eldest Winchester.

“Yeah, just cold but I’m good.” He then blew more warm air into his hands. “Can’t believe this freaking place doesn’t have blankets or something,” he muttered.

Suddenly, Cas stripped off his trenchcoat and draped it over Dean.

“I’m fine,” Dean protested grumpily, trying to push the coat away, but Cas held firm.

“No, you’re not. It’s not much but it can provide a little protection against the current temperature.”

“What about you?”

“I’m fine. I don’t feel it.”

“And Sammy?”

Sam cleared his throat and took a few steps towards you all from the other side of the room. “I’m good.” You glanced at Sam to find him smiling knowingly in the direction of his brother as he watched Cas tuck the coat a little more around Dean despite more of his grumbled protests before looking around for more materials to add to the fire. 

“And you?” Dean asked.

You met his concerned gaze and waved a hand dismissively. “I’m good, too. I mean, yeah, I’m cold but I’m fine. Thanks, though.”

Suddenly, heavy but carefully measured footsteps made their way to the opposite side of your chair. “You’re cold as well?” 

You glanced up to find another pair of green eyes intent on you. That intense gaze used to make you uncomfortable, piss you off even, but now you were used to it. Though you never quite got used to there being two Deans around all the time. “A little but I’m okay,” you reassured.

His brows knitted together in displeasure before he lifted his hand and snapped his fingers. The fire in the fireplace suddenly grew without warning and sent Cas flying backwards. Dean and Sam both rushed over to him, making sure he was alright. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a cocky smirk form on the face that you loved as he watched as well. You dropped your head into your hands, shaking it.

“Michael…”

“Now, you will no longer be cold. As a matter of fact…” You heard another snap of fingers that made your head pop up. Not only did you suddenly have three different blankets covering you but you noticed a strange orange glow coming from the windows that hadn’t been there before. You threw back the blankets, making him tsk quietly in disappointment, and rushed to look outside. The snow and winds had stopped and there were flames everywhere. Trees, bushes, the ground — all of it was burning. 

“Did you just set the world on fire?” You asked in disbelief, turning shocked eyes onto the angel. 

He shrugged, not caring in the slightest.

Dean and Sam rushed to the other window to see what you were talking about while Cas, who was now on his feet, glared at his older brother. 

“Michael,” You had to be careful how you worded this; the last thing any of you needed was an archangel with an attitude. “I appreciate that you’re trying to make sure I’m comfortable, but setting the world on fire is a bit much, don’t you think?”

Once again, he gave you an unapologetic shrug with a smile. 

“My car is out there!” Dean yelled.

Michael’s smirk grew and he snapped his fingers again. “Not anymore.”

“You son of a bitch!” Dean started to charge towards him but Sam held him back. Michael’s amusement at the hunter’s anger was palpable. You decided later you would have to once again talk to him about the constant antagonizing of your best friend. You knew they were forever going to hate one another due to what happened before you came on the scene, but you were determined to keep things civil between them, for your sake as much as theirs. 

While Michael watched Sam attempting to wrangle his brother with clear enjoyment, you took the opportunity to approach the archangel. His eyes suddenly snapped to you as you got closer. “You don’t need to set the world on fire to keep me warm.” You shot him a look and he appeared pleased as he got your meaning. You watched as he snapped his fingers again and the orange glow was suddenly gone. The howling of the icy winds outside could be heard once more. 

“You couldn’t get rid of the freaking storm?” Dean threw at him. 

Michael’s gaze flickered to his doppelganger. “Do you ever stop complaining? I left the fire in the fireplace as well as the blankets. Be grateful I did.”

You took his hand in yours, urging him to look at you. “Michael,” you whispered, shaking your head.

“Are you freaking—”

“Dean, stop,” Sam warned. Cas glared at Michael but remained quiet, keeping himself positioned in between the Winchesters and the two of you.

Done with what he’d dubbed as the boring weak human sideshow, Michael pulled you closer and used his free hand to cup your cheek, tenderly brushing his thumb along your bottom lip. His gaze burned into yours and you immediately knew why he didn’t snap the storm away altogether. Sure enough, he used an invisible wing to sweep you off your feet and into his arms. You glared up at him as you held tightly onto him but he only chuckled in response. He knew you hated it when he did that; you knew he enjoyed it. 

He snapped his fingers again and a clean bedroom with its own roaring fireplace and fresh linens and pillows on the bed appeared that was suddenly boxed in by walls and a wooden door. Michael immediately began to carry you towards it.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” 

Michael didn’t look back at Dean or any of them, he only kept his focus on you. “I’m going to keep her warm. Maybe your pet should do the same for you.” More angry commentary from Dean erupted that Sam attempted to tamp down but neither of you paid it any attention. You buried your teeth into your bottom lip at the thought of him keeping you warm, his earlier transgression immediately forgotten, and your reaction caused him to flash his usual crooked smile at you. You had a feeling that the storm was now going to last until Michael decided it would end.

“You’re not seriously going in there to have sex and make us all listen to it, are you?”

Once again, neither you nor Michael paid attention to Dean’s question or his resounding groan of “Do they ever stop? They’re like rabbits” when he didn’t get an answer. Instead, Michael walked you into the room and the door closed behind him, locking itself. 

“See? You didn’t need to set the world on fire to keep me warm,” you teased.

“Oh, I’m going to set the world on fire.” He gently tossed you onto the bed, making you laugh, before crawling onto it to hover above you, watching you as you watched him. Your heart rate and breathing both sped up in anticipation. His thumb brushed over your lips once more. “Just yours.” He leaned down to kiss you then and as he’d said, your entire world ignited. 

Michael had indeed kept you warm, to the point where you had forgotten all about the craziest blizzard you had ever seen in your life still going on outside. You’d even forgotten about everyone else. Keeping his promise, Michael had set your world on fire, over and over and over again. Until your bare body lay there, blissfully sated and sprawled out over his. You were more than comfortable as you drifted off on his chest, feeling him running his fingers through your hair in gentle strokes as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

The storm didn’t begin to clear until you woke the next morning, finding Michael offering you his usual cocky smile when he murmured, “You slept deeply.” You tiredly swatted at his chest, making him chuckle, and he pulled you in for a kiss. He set you on fire one more time before you both finally emerged from the room, now fully dressed, to find both brothers asleep in the chairs under the blankets you’d left with Cas standing sentry at the window, his trenchcoat now being used as a pillow under Dean’s head. 

When you noticed the snow that had covered the window panes the night before was gone and the sun was shining through them instead, you turned a knowing look on Michael. And as expected, he gave you an unapologetic shrug and his signature smirk. You knew you should be annoyed, now knowing he had been the one behind the storm all along, but last night — and this morning — had been incredible. So you couldn’t be too upset at what he’d done, unless he was protecting the wolfpack for some reason.

As if he could read your thoughts, he yanked you up against him, making you quietly squeal in surprise. “No one has my protection. Except you.” His gaze was dark and serious, his meaning beyond clear. You slowly nodded and he framed your face with his hands, studying you before kissing you deeply. You understood his words for what they were; it was a combination of him reassuring you that he wasn’t surreptitiously working against you and him letting you know just how much you meant to him. Some might want the words said aloud, a declaration made in the form of a particular phrasing, but you didn’t need it. You felt it as he sent grace coursing through you from his hand on the small of your back. Reinvigorated from the icy hot tingles affecting your whole body, you grabbed at him and turned the kiss even more passionate, ignoring his infuriating chuckle and moaning into his mouth. You jumped into his arms and he easily caught you as you practically began mauling him, running your fingers through his hair and gripping fistfuls of it.

“They’re still going at it?” Dean gruffed out, the sound you made earlier having clearly woken him up.

“Looks like,” Sam grumbled.

“I believe this is the beginning of another round as you humans like to call it, after many successful copulations throughout the night and earlier this morning,” Cas stated, not sounding quite happy himself.

Normally, you would have told them all to shut up but right then, you were on fire, about to combust, and Michael was the only one that could push you over that glorious edge. A grace-infused orgasm was a world ender all on its own and who better to give that to you than the archangel you were currently playing a ferocious game of tonsil hockey with? The guys would never understand, just like they would never understand your relationship or how you could be with someone who had once wanted to literally burn this world to ash. They wouldn’t understand how now it was only your world that ended on an almost daily basis, that you were the figurative version of scorched earth that Michael created — repeatedly. He could send grace running through your body with any touch between you so when he pulled your legs over his broad shoulders and smirked up at you as he lowered his head…

The thought had you moaning again and him snickering as you squirmed against him and tore at his shirt and jacket, which actually ripped thanks to the temporary grace. He turned and slammed you up against the wall — something he could now do without you getting hurt — and the infrastructure of the cabin shook a bit. He sent more grace through you and you broke away, moaning as he attached his lips to your neck. “Oh God,” you gasped as more icy hot tingles flowed throughout your body.

He lifted his head, staring into your eyes. “No. Just me.” His eyes flared brightly before he kissed you again. 

“I say we go out there and try to dig Baby out rather than sit here and listen to them go at it for the six thousandth time. Whaddya say?” 

“Uh, yeah, let’s,” Sam quickly agreed with Dean the second you started to rock your hips against Michael’s, eager for him to stop torturing you and finish what he started.

You heard them get to their feet when Michael suddenly lifted his hand and snapped his fingers. Almost as if the storm had never receded, the howling of the wind sounded again and you didn’t need to look to know there was snow and ice whirling around outside once more.

It was confirmed the moment Dean yelled angrily, “Are you freaking kidding me?!?”

You couldn’t help but laugh as Michael ignored him and walked you back into the bedroom, the door slamming shut behind him. The two men groaning in unison in the next room could wait a little longer. Michael needed to make you warm again and fast.

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[lit3rallyll0yd]

Hallo :> This may be a strange request, so it’s okay if you don’t do it, or anything like that.

Could I request any bsd characters of your choosing, with an s/o who gets sleep paralysis demons? Have a good day <3

with a sleep paralysis reader

dazai, chuuya, atsushi

warnings: lowercase writing

a/n: tysm for the request and i apologise for it coming out to you so late!! hope you enjoy reading<3 , SORRY I RUSHED ATSUSHI'S PART , gender neutral reader!!

dazai osamu

undereyes

its the first thing he notices about your feature as you walked into work this morning.

he couldn't keep his eyes off of you, he had this suspicion that you've not been sleeping healthy.

and he wasn't the only one to notice your strange behavior.

throughout the day you've got little work done, falling tired and resting your head in your arms on the table-top of your desk.

naomi walked over to you, rubbing your shoulders gently to try and get your attention.

when you wouldn't respond she called over your partner, dazai, who slowly stood from his chair and waltzed toward you with his hands in his tan trenchcoat.

he took over for naomi, thanking her and calmly asking her to leave.

she nods polietly and exits the room, leaving you and dazai alone.

"what's on your mind, 'donna?" he whispered, careful to not startle you and scare you.

"it happened again..." you mummered into your sleeves of your dress shirt.

he nods slightly, "i see," is all he would say before wrapping his arms around you gently, holding you in the chair.

your head landed onto his chest, your eyes shut closed as you took in his scent.

at the end of the day you both went back to his apartment, that being more closer then your own.

upon reaching, dazai helped you inside. holding you in bridal style as he enters his apartment complex.

he sets you down gently on the bed, your eyes slightly closed due to your tiredness.

"would you prefer to take a shower before your nap?" he asks, talking out a pair of shorts that are his and a shirt you forgot you kept here last time you visited.

don't worry, he cleaned it for you so it doesn't smell like his apartment.

you shake your head in response, cuddling into the comforters of his bed, hearing him hum softly.

"very well..." he sets the new pair of clothes on the drawer beside his bed.

he gets into bed with you, covering your smaller body with his. not small, but smaller then him. he's pretty tall.

you turned your chest toward him, him and you eye to eye. he smiles, tugging away your bangs that covered your eyes behind your ear, "there we go."

he helped you fall asleep, rubbing his fingers at your temple, hummed softly into your ear, and rubbed your back in comfort.

you were safe that night. all thanks to your loving partner<3

chuuya nakahara

a loud gasp causes chuuya to stir awake in his sleep. both him and you were passed out after 11pm. so he was exhusted, however that gasp woke him up quite a bit.

"y/n-" he cuts himself off, seeing you hold your body close to yourself, hugging your arms and your nails almost digging into your skin.

you were breathing heavily, your body shivering and tears formed into your eyes.

"hey-heyhey!" he whispered, getting on his knees and pulled the covers off him and more onto you.

"babe.." he slowly reached out for you, not wanting to scare you.

however you gasped and slapped his hand eye, your blood shot eyes stared back into his soft, worried ones.

"what-what happened? are you okay- clearly not-uh." he felt your hands grab his biceps, in which he responds to looking into your eyes.

tears poured out of them as you stared at chuuya, "i-couldn't-move..they were-were-all over.." your breathing was fast and you stumbled on your words.

chuuya shushed you softly, his hand reached out to touch your hair. you leaned into his touch, sobbing softly as you cresed his hand.

"its over now, your safe..ssh..i'm here."

he thought to himself, first though coming into mind was 'sleep paralysis'

"has this happened before?"

you nod shortly after hearing his question, "oh, baby.." he kissed your head, causing you to sob harder.

as the night passed , chuuya held you close to his chest, just holding you. not talking.

not humming.

he just...waited to see if you'll fall asleep.

he keeps an eye on you while at work, always asking if your okay or if you want to do something fun with him! going on dates, going on walks, or anything you want to do!

he just wants you to be able to fall alseep without fear, and he'll do what he can to make that happen!

atsushi nakajima

poor boy.

please...please tell him whats going on?

he walked into work with an excited smile on his face, until he see's you on the floor of the agency.

panic. instant panic.

rushes over to you, with kunikida over you checking your pulse.

he reassures atsushi you just passed out, and that your fine..just insanely tired.

atsushi takes a breath of relief. however, why did you pass out? how tired were you?

you woke up in a small, cozy room in the agency. atsushi was by your side sitting on a single chair whilst you laid on the couch.

"atsushi..."

he raised his head up and smiled, "y/n! your awake!!" he rushed to you.

"are you okay? you passed out!! what happened!!"

you rubbed your eyes as you sat up in your seat.

"uhm..i.." you paused, biting your nails.

"have you been sleeping?" he asked you, and you shoke your head.

"why?"

you explained.

he felt his stomach drop.

"oh.. y/n.." he hugs you, holding you close.

he keeps an eye on you, making sure you get good nights sleep.

[fluideli123]

Sonadow Fic Rec

Okay, before you jump down to the masterpieces listed below, I just wanted to state this:

These authors have given this phenomenal content for free, baked with time and effort. I have never once ignored this, hence why I try and comment on each and every one of these fics. However, my energy and ability to be verbose differs day to day. Some of these fics I have not given proper comments for, despite this, I will be on it the moment I can be. In the time being, (once I am able to find my comments on each of these fics) I will be sharing my adoration for them further in other posts (and most likely link back to this one).

With that being said, please, PLEASE take your time to check each of these fics out. If they're not your cup of tea? Valid! But hands down I have never dedicated myself to making a fic rec like this until now. But I MUST share and spread these works, they are much too dear to me not to, and I mean that from the bottom of my heart.

(All fics are listed by order saved in my bookmarks, not in the order read)

tangled threads and bite-marked shoulders by @rubyiiiusions

Words: 32,287 | Series | Complete

Shadow hissed in pain. The laser had just grazed him, but it still stung, and he instinctively gripped the wound it left on his arm. “You dare-” He stopped. The laser hadn’t hit him. In fact, it had struck Sonic, right on his lower left arm. So why did his forearm feel like it just got shot? He whipped around, fear climbing up his throat, and he suddenly became hyper-aware of something new. It was like a sixth sense, feeling the confusion that emitted from Sonic’s fur in waves as if it was his own. “What did you do?!” Shadow snarled. or, eggman accidentally soulbinds shadow and sonic, and no one has any idea how to undo it.

Sleepwalking by Tirainy

Words: 22,117 | Complete

'There is a strong arm curled around his torso, the appendage keeping him close to its owner, whose warm breath is ghosting over the back of his neck. Sonic is sure he went to bed alone the previous night, but he isn't worried about the intruder. After all, this isn't the first time this has happened…'

Secret Admirer by @trenchcoat-gecko

Words: 24,313 | Complete

Sonic understood well what it meant to be loved. He was a world-famous hero, after all; his presence never went unnoticed. For the most part, he lavished in that attention, he soaked it in and encouraged it. But not romantic attention. So, when the blue blur found himself falling in love? Well, the prospect was rather daunting, no matter how easy Amy had made it out to be. So maybe, just maybe, he should just take the easy way out...

Rose Drops Series by @magicstormfrostfire

Words: 122,489 | Series | Complete

Love, Intuition, and a little bit of magic ensues as Amy sends Sonic and Shadow on an unforgettable adventure.

Wolfboy by @trenchcoat-gecko

Words: 73,856 | Complete

World-famous monster hunter Shadow the Hedgehog has a job to do. It doesn't take long for the one-shot wonder to realize that this job won't be as simple as he'd expected: a small town, rumors of a lone werewolf, and a handsome, green-eyed, chronically-injured casanova who manages to worm his way into Shadow's heart... What starts off as a simple job turns out to be something much more life-changing.

Blizzard Bedfellows by @magicstormfrostfire

Words: 21,294 | Complete

When a rare blizzard takes over the island, Sonic is on the run to make sure a certain angry loner is safe and sound. Y-you know, because...uh that's what heroes do.

We never met but can we have a cup of coffee or something? by @whitejungle

Words: 3,630 | Complete

It's been almost two months since Sonic lost someone he didn't even know, but he can't stop thinking about it.

Clean Slate by nottheweirdest

Words: 155,880 | Complete | Note: Squeal pending and I am cheering you on author!! Whatever you decide I am excited to support you!!

Shadow has lost himself before. He knows what it's like to straddle the line between reality and false memories, but this time, it’s Sonic whose memory has vanished. A premeditated set of circumstances and an accidental injury leave Sonic with no memory of who he is, his life, or more importantly, his painful history with Shadow. It’s up to Shadow to remind the hero who he is in the midst of a global outbreak. It’s a chance for redemption. It’s a chance to right the wrongs of the past. It’s a clean slate.

say i reckon (i love you, for a millisecond) by @redamancering

Words: 30,205 | Complete

There’s a hand on his shoulder, barely making contact. A red gauntlet glows around the wrist. Sonic blinks, the pain having evaporated so fast he feels almost weightless. “Shadow?” Shadow’s breathing heavily. “Problem.” The retrieval of the ancient tech Shadow (and Sonic, in tow) has been sent to uncover takes a turn for the worst. In this case, the “worst” means… becoming physically and inextricably linked to each other. For the foreseeable future. OR: Metaphysical handcuffs, and general gay buffoonery.

Judge my sins, not my feelings by yellothebeeloved

Words: 228,479 | Complete | Note: Possible one-shots pending from the author for the series, I am here to support you author!! What ever you decide I'm here for it!

Maybe he's not meant to touch. It's the newest excuse he thought of in hopes that he could prolong the game a little more; a careful ruse to enjoy the bittersweet torture of seeing the days pass them by, while he pretends he doesn't seek azure blue whenever he's restless. At first, all he wanted to do was watch: but now the desire to touch, to have, to affect is at a point where he's not sure whether reaching for Sonic would truly be fruitless. He wonders that especially when Sonic's eyes light up upon seeing him. When he corners Shadow, when he invades his space and he touches and takes and then excuses it by calling it a fight. Shadow truly wonders then: if only he was brave enough to reach out, what would his grip find? Loose stars or a battle-worn body? Standing up, he glances at Sonic again, whose eyes have now met his own. There's something heavy in the eye contact, something Shadow doesn't dare name. Neither of them say anything, and yet Sonic's eyes move away from him again, like they did. Shadow warps away, hiding from the stars once more.

Child of Prophecy by @trenchcoat-gecko

Words: 139,321 | Completed

On the night the Mobius Castle was ransacked, the Queen received a prophecy. “One of three will not cry; send him down the river, for you can only save your kingdom if he does not grow up royal.”

Coming Home by nottheweirdest

Words: 55,740 | Completed

Shadow's life has been full of mistakes, some worse than others, but admitting his unrequited feelings to Sonic tops the list. He's spent the better part of a decade ruminating on his regret and hiding from feelings he couldn't bear to face. He never thought he'd see Sonic again, and he told himself that was for the best. Until now. At the bequest of his former rival, and in an attempt to finally get closure, Shadow has returned to Central City. The reason? Sonic the Hedgehog is marrying Amy Rose. And Shadow is invited.

[stormphantomnightingale]

https://www.tumblr.com/dcxdpdabbles/737569117273456640/there-are-so-many-fics-out-there-where-danny-is?source=share

So after reading this ☝️for the who knows how many time, when an idea or something just popped out. Now we all know that in this magnificent fandom(dpxdc) that Amity is a no go area right? Well what if and I mean what if the Bats after talking with sad trenchcoat man(Yes I called John that and no I will not stop thank you very much) about Amity, Conny goes hesteria cause he outdated and stuff or just didn't know King Phantom but yeah starts talking about Pariah Dark(who is redeemed or just in the dog house cause he pissed of clockwork), ghost zone being dangerous etc etc.

Now this makes the bats assume even more that our space boi Danny is not safe. So what they do? After idk bribing the judge or somehow provide 'proof' of abuse which makes the Fenton's lose custody(Danny is not happy), takes Danny to Gotham(via knockout cause my boi will go feral), then returns back to amity as the furry squad. Do some hacking shit but since they don't know Fenton tech and Fenton thinking(I genuinely believe the Fenton's are Hella smart like Hella smart it might piss of Lex) and probably set up the self destruction system(TUE vibes).[which to normal people is the portal closing shut permanently,data is gone or encrypted by which a Fenton can access idk it's your choice person who decides to read and write or see this interesting].

Now we can make it that either one adult comes back alive or survived the blow due to being heavily ecto contaminated or be a ghost but I'm hoping Maddie (and Jazz) cause guys lets be honest here. Maddie is a beast when it comes to her family and kids, I can tell through canon wise she will literally go through hell, Tartarus, hell even throw hands with some ancients just for her kids. But anyways one Fenton comes back, teams up with Vlad(could be poly or good asshole uncle Vlad) along with the Elinor or Elizabeth(Yes Dani's other name is Elizabeth or Elinor) and Dante to try get Danny back.

Now to our boi we love, care Danny. So we have suspicious, angry and so many emotion Danny Fenton-Wayne. So we Danny who was practically taken away from his safety, his home, family, his friads and into another on in America. Now we can all agree that Danny is not happy about this and not because of the -whole taking me away from my family and no I'm not being in denial they love me so stop talking u ancient poorly dressed furries- It's about something much bigger and we all know, we hate it, despised it and we call it.... ANTI ECTO ACTS or as I like to call THE REBOOT WITCH TRIALS.

So that abomination there is something Danny hates,fears so him being in America puts him in bootleg men in black because of a bitch named Lex Luthor. It's like painting a bullseye on him, a huge ass arrow pointing at him with the signs 'Im a ghost in America come cut me up'. So yeah its bad for him especially when he finds out the Wayne's are sponsoring The furry squad and the justice league which in turn make things worse for him and the ghost zone cause the ghost(and other supernaturals cause u can't tell me, once a vampire or mermaid find out humans are now hunting ghosts they wont immediately assume they are next? Let's cause mass panic with the other supernaturals, witches having PTSD, they tweeking seeing the acts)are demanding blood, war, retribution from the living. So he is in emeny territory trying to survive, try get back to his family and try to calm the other ghost cause they thought he died to the explosion(yeah Danny won't be okay)but never came to the ghost zone so vengeance for the king.

Welp that what came up in mind, u can ignore it, or whatever just thought I share something with yall. But yeah basically for the last paragraph I want maybe the Justice League to either face backlash or punishment for agreeing with the law, cause in most fics we don't get to see what the ghost think or if they forgave em. Cause while the humans(idk why I'm calling people human when I'm human as well) think the Justice league was writing a wrong most will question if this won't happen again. I want the supernatural to actively be upset with them especially those from the magic committee, to question whether they should be trusted seeing as this was a retry of the Salem Witch Trials Era. And to exactly be wary and suspicious of Bruce or just genuinly not trust or like him cause guys let's be fucking honest here while yeah the bats is awesome we forgot one thing he is human flesh and bones, something so fragile in the eyes of all supernatural that they can accidentally squish him because they used to much strength or smth. And suddenly some supernaturals are scared of him? They fear him because of what? His paranoia, his contingencies? Nah that should be a warning cause logically and I mean logically can u tell me straight in my face that u trust this man while knowing he stalks you 30/7, goes through Ur personally stuff without permission btw, breaks in your house when u were at a wrong time, wrong place?? Have either his kids pretend y'all are buddies or your lover just to keep u on a leash?.

And if we are going to do the Lazarus Pits is ectoplasm, then the bats are done for especially Jason. Cause I can tell once the ghost found out the league agreed to the acts be lawful they won't help, cause why help the ones that tried to eradicate them?(how u may ask? Well it's simple, some soon to be fading corrupted ghost escaped when the portal first opened causing massive damage, some deaths etc and maybe the other reason maybe the citizens first cause of the negatives in the show, public enemy number 1 so forth). So the league after failing formed the GIW and soon left Amity thinking the people will be 'safe')

One note, would it be funny if the League of Shadows find out about the Acts and Lazarus pit being ectoplasm and just had straight to Amity for protection and probably swear loyalties to the ghost zone since the be liminal asf lonly to be stopped by Maddie and after some good ol' fashion Fenton style shenanigans, Maddie is either adopted to be the new Demon head or is the demon head??

So yeah that's what came to mind, so tell me what u think.

[ransprang]

Hi! Since you're asking for request i have a nsfw for you. Dante has a crush on the small seamstress who repair his trenchcoats. She's gonna make him a new one (maybe the one of DMC5?) so she gonna take him the new measurements and maybe Dante having her so close he decide to go wild and release all his sexual frustations?

Okay so this was revealed to me in a dream! Enjoy

Dante x F!reader (N/SFW in the trenches of love)

- descriptions of BJ

Dante made a routine visit to his local seamstress after a battle as usual. He particularly liked going there as he enjoyed the company and sight of the special y/n. She was known for her sewing far and wide but more than that Dante got flutters in his stomach and urges he would rather not share with anyone. This felt less of a chore and more of a break to him after a fight.

As Dante reached y/n's boutique he felt a bit nervous, but carried on regardless. He stepped into the shop looking for her, with a smirk on his face. He was up to no good today, Dante was feeling a little naughty. Y/n returned Dante the banter he brought with him, she countered his flirtatious attitude while keeping a modest distance due to her shy nature.

"Y/n you know what time of the month it is, and its not what you think!" he finger gunned and earned a raised eyebrow from the disappointed seamstress. "Dante, looks like you've outgrown good humor and perhaps your measurements too, now stand there so I can measure you." He rolled his eyes with a smile and stood before the woman, she was shorter than him. y/n's head came up to the base of his neck so she had to look up to maintain eye contact while he looked down. He could've almost kissed that forehead Dante thought to himself. He just gave her an awkward giggle as she maintained a ever so smiley face which she kept whenever Dante was around.

Y/n took out her measuring tape and started going around his shoulders. wrote something in her notepad, then she measured his chest and did the same. Then she measured his waist "still cinched...", Dante laughed and rubbed the back of his head embarrassed. He was feeling urges of letting his intrusive thoughts win but he was holding back his tongue as to not embarrass himself further after his entrance joke.

Y/n finally got on her knees and wrapped her measurement tape around his hips and was getting the reading near his zipper when suddenly she heard "suck it". y/n raised her eyebrows in shock, losing her smile to gasp and look up. Dante was looking down biting his lower lip. His expression showing a tad bit of disappointment that he actually said that, mixed with clear restraint. Dante subconsciously took his hand and placed it at the back of y/n's head and whispered again "suck it" with more conviction. He knew the situation was too far gone after the first time he said it so he decided to commit.

Y/n was struck with confusion but she didn't want to say no. Her hands let loose of the measuring tape and let it slip as her hands slid to the sides of his pants. After a moment of silence, Dante was losing his patience and his hard on was pushing against his zipper, so close to her mouth. He used his free hand to slowly unzip his pants and pulled down his trousers. Y/n looked at his dick, its pink tip touching the tip of her nose. She could feel a churning feeling in her heart, heart beating fast and mouth salivating. Y/n breathed heavily looking up into his ocean blue orbs. She slowly moved her soft lips and wrapped them around his member and slowly started moving back and forth with the aid of his hand hold back her hair in a pony.

Dante let out a sigh of relief and threw his head back, closing his eyes. "Aaah" he released as he increased the pace of y/n's head bopping by pushing her head. She gagged, increasing the grip against the sides of his hips. It was long since Dante felt the pleasure of having a woman's lips on his cock and especially a woman he actually liked. As he grew closer to climax he gritted his teeth and tensed his stomach as he groaned. He thrust faster into y/n's mouth as she choked and her saliva dripped down her chin. He made one last thrust pushing her head hard towards the base of his dick and counter thrusting as far as he could down her throat. She felt warm jizz slide down her throat as he closed his eyes tightly breathing relief through his mouth.

Y/n finally had the strength to push herself away and fall back on her bum on the floor. Dante immediately tucked his semi hard penis inside his pants, forgetting to unzip his pants. He dropped down to sit right next to her. Y/n was looking at him with a small smile as he panicked to grab the nearest fabric laying around in her shop to help clean up the saliva mess. y/n was finally catching her breath and she let out a laugh, Dante saw the lightheartedness and laughed with her and they both just giggled for a bit at the events that just happened. He had his hand around her shoulder give her a strong squeeze "that....was very good y/n, didn't know you had more talents". Y/n had a massive smile on her face "This was my first time", -"What?!!!" he let out a shocked exclaim. Y/n laughed "well yeah, I don't have the time nor any hot men that come around." Dante actually had a concerned and shocked expression, he seemed to be speechless. Y/n got up with the most arrogant smile and corrected her dress, "well Dante get up we still have work to get done." he got up baffled and wide eyed, Dante knew he was so impressed and he would definitely be paying more frequent visits.

Your Saliva,

Admin Sav

[salchat]

Little Wing

“I did it.  I’m back.”

Sleep cleared away.  Dean focussed on the figure in front of him - Jack, carrying a large bundle of something.

“You did it?”  

What the hell?  He was definitely awake, but his brain didn’t want to catch up.  He should really have eaten.

“I did it.  But I thought - he needs some time.  Some time to heal.  So I’ve given him that time.  See?”

Dean pushed back his chair, its whining scrape hurting his ears.  He stood up, swayed, got his balance, rubbed his eyes again, blinked and tried to make sense of what he was seeing.

Jack spoke to the bundle in his arms.  “Look, Dean’s here.  You remember Dean, don’t you?”

The bundle had feet.  Small, bare feet with pink toes that wiggled.  Then the whole package changed shape and a tangle of dark hair emerged from the crumpled tan cloth.

“Come out and say hello.”  Jack’s arms shifted, adjusting his grip and suddenly, with a snap, two black, shiny, somethings shot out from either side of the cloth wrapping.  Jack looked up at Dean, his mouth twisting into a rueful smile.  “He’ll learn to control that.  It’s because he’s so little.”

Wings.  They were wings.  Little black, shiny wings.

“Is that?”  He cleared his throat.  “Is that Cas?”

“Yes,” smiled Jack.  “I thought this was the best way for him to heal.  To have a kind of vacation.”  He smiled at the little boy - little angel - curled up in his arms.  “He can play and have fun!”

“Uh…”  Dean rubbed his forehead, his thoughts losing their race toward understanding.  One thought made it to the finish line.  “Isn’t that going to be a problem?  Like… if he doesn’t get candy, won’t he, like, smite everything?”

“Oh.  Oh no.  He’s just a cherub.  That is, he has very limited power.  It’ll be fine.”

“Okay.”  

Dean took a step closer.

Jack smiled.  “Take him.”

The little wings had sagged.  One of them flapped and twitched and then fell limp again.  And then they both disappeared.

“Bye bye wings,” said Jack to the tiny Cas.  “He’ll learn to control that soon.  Take him, Dean.”

Dean found himself with two arms full of little boy.  Little angel.  He was wrapped in Cas’s trenchcoat.  He looked up at Dean with clear blue eyes.  And he smiled.

“Dean!  Heyo, Dean!”

All of the circuits in Dean’s brain shorted out completely.  

“Cas?”  The small, happy face dissolved into a watery blur.  Dean’s throat closed up and he felt his face crumple, as a loud, messy sob burst out, ripping through the silence of the Bunker.  “Cas.”

His chest heaved.  His eyes streamed.  His nose streamed.  He couldn’t stop.  And the kid was heavy.  Cas was heavy, so that Dean’s arms ached, but he held on tight, hitching up the small figure and holding him as close as he could, wrapping his arms around and rocking him and kissing him and sobbing.  And he wasn’t even embarrassed at the noises he was making.  He just didn’t care.  

“Dean?”  Sammy’s voice, worried and urgent.  “Jack?  What?  Jack, is that…?”

“Yes, it’s Cas.  I brought him back.  He’s a kid at the moment.  Just for a while.”

“He’s a…  Right.  Okay, then.”

“It’s just temporary.  So that he can play.  And have fun.  And get better.”

Dean’s whole body shook.  He still couldn’t stop.  There was a hand on his shoulder and something pushing behind his knees.

“Dean, sit.”

He sat.  And he held Cas on his lap and Cas’s little arms were around his neck, squeezing hard enough to strangle him, a little bony shoulder pressing into his throat.

Cas was back.

Carry on reading on AO3

[imhereforscm]

"Covered trails"

Genre: romance

Pairing: human!Zyglavis × reader

Warnings: morally grey Reader

A/N: Hello, everyone!!😭🩷🌹 I made this poll recently, asking you if you'd be up for reading something with a reader that's morally grey. The reason is because I got an idea for a fic—this fic—where Zyglavis is a detective and Reader is a mafia boss. Also the time period is arouuund........ 60s...??? Basically, that vibe. It's not set in modern time—as in, not 2024. And I picked 60s purely because of the aesthetics. Nothing deeper than that! Disclaimer: I know mafias and stuff are not an okay thing. That's fiction and nothing more than that. Everything you see here is watered down to appear pleasant in fiction. I was just playing around with some concepts and decided to try this too. And I picked Zyglavis because, ✨duh✨. He's already having a hard time dealing with his feelings when everything is morally white... Imagine grey. I know this is not everyone's cup of tea also and that's totally fine!!! I will of course continue writing the concepts and styles I used to write, so don't worry!! If there's something you used to like here, you'll still find it!! I still adore sweet love stories and tooth rotting fluff!!! Also, with everything that happened, I'm pretty rusty, soooo... Yeah... That fic is really small and perhaps not that good either. PHEWWW MAN THAT'S A BIG ASS AUTHOR'S NOTE!! SORRY!!

Zyglavis ran a hand over his head, trying to smooth his locks, which had gotten soaked by the rain.

A mixture of cigarette smoke, jazz music and dim orange lights set the rhythm and coupled it with atmosphere.

Zyglavis' jaw clenched and his dark grey eyes narrowed on their target. He jerked his trenchcoat, smoothing out the wrinkles and tossing off some cool raindrops.

The sound of Zyglavis' soles added personality to the motif, which the music followed, as he walked across the room.

"We need to talk." He said firmly, although quietly, taking a seat.

The person sitting opposite of him on the same table lowered the menu they were holding up, a sly smile and a pair of mystic eyes meeting Zyglavis'.

Zyglavis' ribcage thrummed with sound, but he cleared his throat, his brow furrowed. "Don't smile."

"I thought you loved my smile." You lightly dropped the menu onto the surface of the table.

Zyglavis' eyes widened momentarily, his fingers curling into fists onto his thighs. "Don't get cocky with me." He said, voice low, a whisper even.

You chuckled and leaned onto the table, eyes narrowed and with your signature grin still in place. "Pardon me?"

Zyglavis fell silent, jaw clenched in defiance. Defiance against his heart and its silly tremble, as he lost his senses within the depths of your eyes.

Your smile faltered and you lifted an eyebrow.

"(Name), look..." Zyglavis closed his eyes and breathed in, before opening them again and breathing out. "I cannot cover you forever." He said, the volume of his voice conspiratorially low. "The law... Is on your trails and there's only so much I can do."

You listened wordlessly, though even now, your gaze was anything but tame. Your silence was not peace, but a storm building up, threatening the sailors at sea.

"I've been turning a blind eye to... This, for months now." Zyglavis paused and pinched the bridge of his nose, letting a long sigh escape his soft, sweet lips, that taste like chocolate every time.

"My love—"

"I betrayed principles and laws the day I gave in." He cut you off, his tone quiet yet sharp, eyes passionate and eager. "Something I never thought I'd do. And so far..." He paused, the mystery and beauty in your eyes distracting him. He sighed. "It has worked... But I cannot cover your trails forever. They're smart. Soon enough—if we do keep this up—they will know... (Name), they will notice."

You breathed in deeply, your shoulders rising, as your ribs inflated with oxygen. "You're... Right." You nodded and breathed out. "I'll be more careful." You said, actually serious now.

Silence covered the space between Zyglavis and you, like the metallic barriers that by all means should have been keeping you desperate by now.

Alas... Zyglavis had a weakness. You. Your eyes. Your voice. Your perfume. "Please, do see to that, because if not..." He looked deeply into your eyes, his gaze possessing a strange mixture of warning and desperation. Of love and anger. "I don't want to think about what comes next."

You placed a hand on top of Zyglavis' and gave him a smile. A smile which made him forget everything. Who he was. What he should be fighting for... "My love... Relax..." You chuckled. "Your beautiful face will get wrinkles."

Zyglavis sighed, his fingers enveloping yours in return, feeling the black leather glove enveloping your hand. "You're not making it easy..."

You chuckled, your nose scrunching up a little and winkles forming in the corners of your eyes. Those two eyes, that he'd draw if he could. "Force of habit, my love."

[desiredalchemist]

Okay so this is one of the few fanfictions I've ever written, but I think I need help finishing it, idk. Also sorry if the grammar is bad, it's not the easiest thing for me.. But yeah I had this idea last night and it wouldn't get out of my head so here it is.. this is a rough draft and it's not finished but uhh here goes...

Witch's needs..

The lighting is dim in your classroom, a sigh leaves you as a sense of relief. All the grading papers and assignments from this end of the semester to your potions classes are done. 

"The weekend is finally here" you say into the empty classroom, getting up and moving to the cabinet to put away your finished work, to be handed out when the semester begins in the new year. Then setting up your desk, pushing your chair in, checking you have everything you need. Turning off the lights, leaving your classroom and locking the door. 

The walk back to your room was oddly peaceful, but it is the middle of the night, you realize. As you look out one of the many windows, moonlight casting a spell over you as it's light aluminates everything it toches. You shake yourself  " you have time to stare and bask when you get up to your rooms" 

Your mind wanders as you continue the walk to your rooms, wandering to a certain someone who haunts your moments like these. She reminds you of that moonlight, she cast a spell on you that makes you a mumbling fool. Or a fumbling one. 

In the entire half a century you've been a witch, you've never been captivated by one person. But that tall goddess, with her red lips, sliver hair... That figure, in those tight dresses. You growl as the thoughts make you burn with a want that you've never felt for another being

Arriving at your room, still feeling heat all through you, throwing your bag on the bed, along with your trenchcoat. A sigh leaving you for the second time, moving to your desk, taking one of the few joints rolled for this occasion and walking to your balcony, door closed. Having the highest balcony has its perks. 

But also the students are gone for the holiday break, so you done feel guilty as you inhale on the joint, the end lights as if the wind lit it for you. Smirking and a third sigh that evening leaves you. 

As the cold calms the heat running through your system, the weed calms your nerves. You look over to the very tower the hold the woman that haunts your thoughts, the light still on. Meaning she's working later than you, not surprising. 

You swear, as you don't know how she does it and still functions as gracefully as she does. Or just period. Dealing with it all, you don't think you could. Sometimes you swear she has a body double with all the work she does. Finishing the joint and holding it in your palm as it turns to ash. Blowing it into the wind. You notice the light to her office is off, huh early night I guess, you mumble into the winds. 

Looking up into the moon again as you relax on the pillows you have out here, it captures you in its spell once again. The trance it has on you makes you miss the knocking at you door.. 

"Miss Dutchess, I know you're in there" 

And the trance brakes, as you hear the very woman of your thoughts, you swift move to the door, opening it just as she's about to knock again, your boss Larissa Weems is standing at your door.. 

"Princeable Weems, how many times have I told you to call me Melody?" You ask as you catch your breath from the swift movements to the door. 

"And how many times have I told you to call me Larissa, dear?"  She replys with her piercing gaze with those blue eyes you could get lost in. 

"Probably as many times as I, what can I do you for on this fine evening, Larissa" you love the way her name tastes, thoughts going darker.. the weed not helping in this current moment. But you still move and hold your arm out, as to invite her in. She seems to accept, with that knowing smirk that could make your knees melt like butter. 

[cas-mentalynothereeee]

Here is a skk fic im working on. Its a little strange because its the first one i did and i have it switching POVs so im sorry if thats annoying.

TWS- Men being queer, Being really sick, Throwing up, suicidal topics

Dazai POV:

"At-su-shiii.." 

I said looking at the boy who was sweating nervously. 

"Y..yes dazai san..?"

 Atsushi asked me.

 "Youuuu should do my paperwork for me!" 

I smiled widely at him. 

"Dazai san I have a life too you know. I can’t always do it for you.." 

Atsushi said, smiling warmly as he declined my request. 

"Very well..I guess I'll be here late.."

 I chuckle to myself as I do work for once in my life.. 

It was around midnight when I finished the stacks of paper I had let build up on my desk…

I sighed and stretched…That's when I felt a pain in my side.. 

It was probably nothing. I thought as I grabbed my things and closed up the office. 

As I walked home though I had a headache and I felt a bit warm.

 I assumed it was just the weather changing or seasonal allergies, nothing too bad…

But oh boy. Was I wrong.

3rd person POV:

As Dazai walked to work the next day he felt incredibly ill..the headache he hoped would go away after sleep did not. And he felt very hot, in fact he was so hot he didn't even grab his trenchcoat that he is almost never seen without. As he entered the agency he almost collapsed in his chair. Sitting down with a loud groan. "You good dazai?" 

Ranpo asked,  it came out a bit muffled as a lollipop was in his mouth. 

"Yes..Im okay" 

Dazai says resting his head on the edge of the desk. The desk was cold which made his warm head feel better.

"I should get doctor Yosano. You look like you need a check up." 

Kenji said, smiling as he jumped up and ran to the infirmary.

-20 minutes later-

Dazai had been sat at the cot as Yosano did a check up on him.

"Dazai. Why the hell did you come to work today with a temperature of 98°??"

"I'm just a little sick, it's fine." 

Dazai said, holding his chest tightly.

"Go home dazai. This is bad..I can drive you there but you're super ill." 

She said resting a hand on his shoulder. Dazai flinched back. 

"I’m fine. Yosano. I appreciate the care. But I don't need it. I'm just a bit sick. I will be fine." 

Dazai goes to stand up but quickly falls back onto the bed as his legs are too weak to hold him up.

"See. You're sick." 

"Just because I fell doesn't mean I'm sick." 

Dazai snapped back. He wasn't usually like this. But he just felt angry for no reason.. 

"Dazai. I'll have Atsushi walk you home.. I just remembered I have work.. And you're not fighting me on this. You're going home." 

Yosano said in a tone that gave even dazai chills. 

"Very well." 

He sighed upset. 

A few moments later he was walking with Atsushi. Leaning on him for support. 

"Are you sure you're alright Dazai-San?" 

Atsushi asked worry hinted in his tone

"Yes. I'm fine. I'm just a little sick.." 

Dazai said. Anger hinted in his voice. He wasn't sure where the anger was coming from but it was there..

Eventually dazai convinced Atsushi he would be alright. And that he could leave himself alone. Once dazai was alone however. He felt ill. He didn't know what he did that could have gotten him this sick. He thought back on the days. Maybe it was the water from that drowning attempt. Maybe it was the raw fish in the sushi he convinced Kunikida to buy. Maybe just maybe it was chibi. 

"I bet his terrible attitude has made me ill" 

Dazai said to himself resting on the cold tile floor to make his warm body feel better. 

He laid there for a while. Every time he tried to move he felt as if he was going to throw up. He didn't want to take any medications as he had too big of an ego for that. 

As his mind rambled he kept going back to the thought of chuuya. Maybe he would help… This thought caused dazai to laugh out loud which he regretted instantly as a pain filled his chest. The floor suddenly felt too hot to lay on. He pushed himself up and wobbled to the bathroom.

He sat next to the toilet, his knees to his chest as he hid his mouth in his arms trying not to throw up. He felt hot and cold at the same time. He wanted to just die already. This pain was unbearable. Not only that but everytime he breathed his stomach churned and cramped… 

"Ughh.."

He groaned.

"Fuck this hurts alot…"

He whined leaning his head into his arms. His sick fatigued body just wanted rest. Eventually he fell asleep laying on some bath mats in the bathroom.

-3 AM that morning-

He woke up to his stomach spinning. He felt himself gag. And start breathing heavily. He leaned over the toilet as he gagged. But nothing came out. His throat hurt as tears filled up the corners. He never cried. No matter the pain. But his sick body wouldn't let him hold back his emotions. Eventually after what seemed like forever he finally threw up.. he leaned over the toilet after still breathing heavily. He knew that he should tell someone he threw up. But he really didn't want pity right now. So he did the logical thing. 

Call the one person who couldn’t care less.

Nakahara Chuuya.

Chuuya POV: 

I was sitting on my bed mindlessly scrolling on my phone because…I wanted to. When A certain Mackerel called me. 

naturally like any good person would. 

I declined it.

 My day had been good, it's not gonna get worse.. I went back to scrolling then he called again….And again….And again…

"Jesus..what the hell does he even need?" 

I said as I stared at the ringing phone

"...."

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT SHITTY MACKEREL?!" 

I yelled as I answered the phone.

"H..Heyyyy Chi-" 

Dazai was cut off by a gag. Then I heard the sounds of throwing up.

"oh fuck. Gross." 

I said, holding my hand over my mouth. 

"Sorry chibi.." 

He coughed as he spoke. 

"You sound like shit." 

I say holding my stomach with one hand. 

"Yeah. I couldn't tell…Anyway. You should. Come over and help me out..Please." 

Dazai said. He sounded like he meant it. But I bet he was just fucking with me.

"Sorry. You're sick. You deal with it. Goodbye." 

I said hanging up, not listening to him.

I sat there for a few minutes staring at the end call screen. I thought about his voice. The sounds. Everything sounded legit…Maybe he was sick…No that's not possible, Dazai never gets sick that badly. Besides, he would've called someone more important. Like the agency..Or I don't know. Not me. He knows I dont give a shit. I mean. It’s not like I'm actually gonna go help. He doesn't deserve it. He left me alone. Why should I help?

3rd person POV:

Dazai sat on the floor of the bathroom. The same spot he had been for the past 8 hours. When there was a knock at his door. He forced himself up using the bathtub as support as he slowly walked to the front door. 

He slowly cracked it. And there stood a ginger. Short as can be looking as grumpy as ever. He opened the door more still Leaning on it for full support. 

"Hey there chibi…" 

Dazai said in a hoarse voice.

"Move you suicidal Maniac."

Chuuya said walking past dazai. He went straight to the kitchen and grabbed something. Dazai sat at the couch and leaned on the armrest.

A few moments later chuuya came back with some water and a container of medicine. 

"Take it you fucking fish." 

He said holding the water cup and pills in front of dazai. 

"No..I don't need them." 

Chuuya stared at the man who just threw up on a call not even 30 minutes ago. 

"Dazai just take the fucking medication. It will help I swear."

Chuuya said, holding the pills closer to dazai's face. 

"No. I don't need them. I told you I'll be okay without them."

Dazai said, looking away from the ginger with a pouty face. Chuuya sighed in anger. 

"Fine" 

Chuuya said, taking a gulp of water and putting the pills in his mouth. He had to be quick so they didn’t disintegrate in the water. 

He grabbed Dazai by the chin, forcing his face to look at him. Then with no explanation kissed dazai. Dazai made a small grunt which was enough to get chuuya to get the pills in dazai's mouth. Dazai swallowed and pulled back breathing heavily. 

"Ugh. Fuck you. It would've been easier if you took them normally." 

Chuuya said, crossing his arms and walking back to the kitchen. 

Dazai just sat there confused and a bit warm although he was sure he had broken the fever…

Chuuya stayed in the kitchen screaming at himself on the inside. He had no idea why the hell he kissed dazai. He tried convincing himself it wasn't a kiss it was merely a mouth to mouth like lifeguards do. He needed to help so that's why he did that. <I know what you are, chuuya>. Chuuya heard dazai groan and walked back over to him. 

"Why are you making so much noise..Just die slowly." 

Chuuya said sitting on the couch a few spots away separating the two.

"Gee thanks chibi."

Dazai said, leaning back on the sofa. 

"What's wrong with you anyway P.O.S?" 

Chuuya asked, looking at the unnaturally super pale brunette. 

"I'm sick, what else shorty?" Dazai said looking at him dead faced then going back to holding his stomach. Chuuya stared at the brunette then scoffed looking away. 

“Your an ass you know that” 

He grumbled. Dazai coughed and gave a weak smile.

“Yeah I know”

Chuuya looked at Dazai. He watched the brunette shiver. 

“Are you cold?”

Chuuya asked, looking at him with a raised brow. Dazai was holding his chest shivering.

“No, I'm okay.” 

Dazai lied holding himself tightly. Chuuya stared at the brunette. He sighed and moved closer to the taller one holding him tightly in a warm embrace. Dazai’s eyes widened as the ginger held him. 

“What the hell are you doing chibi?!”

He said trying to move but his fatigued body combined with the Chuuya tight hold on him, He couldn't. 

“Shut up mackerel. You are freezing. So stop being a little bitch and stay here.”

Chuuya grumbled leaning back holding the taller one’s back while Dazai laid there on his chest shivering. 

Dazai POV:

I laid there on Chibi's chest listening to his heartbeat. As much as I hated it. It was warm… Ugh this slug is gonna get it when I feel better.

“You slug this is gay” 

“Shut the fuck up.”

I grumbled something then went back to listen to his heart beat. It was a good distraction from my stomach hurting. 

Eventually I fell asleep…

-One hour later-

I woke up still cuddled with Chuuya. Who seemed to be still asleep. I managed to get up without waking him. Which wasn't hard cause he was such a deep sleeper. I walked to the bathroom. And looked in the mirror. My hair had been a mess, it was all disheveled and greasy. My face looked paler than usual, I had sunken cheekbones and My eye bags were far worse than they usually are. I turned the faucet on and put warm water on my face. I looked back up at the mirror. 

Chuuya POV:

I woke up to a loud crashing sound from the bathroom. I shot up from the couch and noticed Dazai wasn't sitting there. 

“That shitty mackerel.” 

I grumbled walking to the bathroom. I tried to open the door but it was locked, 

“Hey open the door Dazai.” 

I said jiggling the handle. There was just silence back.

“Dazai im not fucking joking open the door.”

I said forcefully trying to open it. 

“DAZAI OPEN THE DOOR”

I yelled banging on the door again. 

Still no answer. I stood there conflicted. Do I leave him alone or do I try to open it.. 

"This bitch better be dying or I'm gonna be pissed."

I grumbled kicking the door, It flew open. And I saw Dazai leaning over the bathtub. He had a pair of scissors in his hand and bandages were on the floor. 

"...." 

I stood there. Shaking. I stared at him, my legs not moving. Finally my legs let me move. I ran over pulling him into my lap. As I did this I saw blood on his head. With cuts all on his wrists. He was breathing. Barely.

"Dazai..What the fuck." 

I said, still shaking. I held him tight to my chest. Eventually after I gathered myself I sat him up against the wall. And grabbed some bandages laying on the floor. I wrapped them along his arms and around his head. 

"Chibi?" 

He muttered, opening his eyes to me.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" 

I said holding his face with my hands.

“I didn't mean to fall…”

He said looking at me with a sly smile. It was definitely faked.

“FALL? THAT'S NOT WHAT I'M WORRIED ABOUT DUMBASS.”

I yelled, holding him tighter.

"Do you know how fucking worried I was?! And I'm never worried about you."

I yelled, holding his face tight. He just stared at me. With those stupid brown eyes.

"I'm sorry Chuuya."

He said resting his hands on mine. I scoffed. 

"It's gonna take a lot more than an apology." 

I said narrowing my eyes at him

"To bad im sick I had just the idea"

He said with a sly smile. I stared at him unphased 

"I hate you. Now take your medicine." I said picking him up as if he was a wet cat. He squirmed a bit. I ignored it. 

"Take it." 

I said handing it to him. After twenty minutes of arguing he took the medicine. He fell asleep shortly after. I sighed as I looked at the bandages on his body.

“Stupid mackerel.”

I mumbled holding him close.

3rd person POV:

Chuuyas phone rang for the 5th time. He finally woke up and answered it.

“What.”

He grumbled as dazai rested on him.

“You havent shown up to work in 3 days what the fuck!? Where are you?!””

A worried yet angry female yelled. Chuuyas eyes widened.

“3 days?! Shit has it really been that long….” 

He mumbled.

“Sorry Kouyou.. I've been helping a friend out….”

He sighed, rubbing his head.

“You? Help someone?”

She scoffed. 

“I’ll let Mori know you're busy for the rest of the day. But you Have to come in soon.”

She sighs hanging up. Chuuya put his phone away and rested against the couch. 

“Those detectives are probably worried…Maybe I should call them…”

He muttered. Suddenly a knock was heard at the door. He looked at dazai and carefully moved him. He walked over to the door yawning. He cracked open the door so only a bit of his face was seen.

“Hello? Dazai-San?”

A voice said shakily. Chuuya opened the door.

“Dazai is resting. What can I do for you atsushi?”

He says looking at him with a small smile on his face. Atsushi gasped a bit, probably surprised that a port mafia executive was there. But he relaxed a bit and smiled. 

“Hello Chuuya-San.”

He said with a small bow.

“What do you need, kid?”

“I was just checking on Dazai-San, he hasn't answered any calls. And he hasn't showed up to work..”

He mumbled rubbing the back of his head nervously.

“Yeah..He got pretty sick. But he is doing better..”

Chuuya said, looking the weretiger up and down.

“Oh! That's great!”

He smiled a big smile causing chuuya to chuckle. Thinking of last night. That was not a “Great” Experience. But he didn't want to worry the tiger.

“Indeed. I would let you in. But I would have to check with dazai and he is still asleep.”

Chuuya gives a small smile. Just then a hand wrapped around his waist (atsushi couldn't see)

“Hello atsushi”

A weak voice came from dazai who had rested his chin on chuuyas shoulder. 

“Dazai?!”

Atsushi and Chuuya said in surprise. 

“Why aren't you sleeping…”

Chuuya said, side eyeing him.

“Cause I don't wanna,”

He said with a sly smile before directing his attention to Atsushi.

“Hello ‘sushi”

He smiles weakly

“Hello Dazai! Are you feeling better?”

“I am thank you.”

Dazai smiles, tightening his grip on Chuuyas waist earning a small grunt from Chuuya who tried to hide it as a cough.

“Well I brought you some soup if you want some”

He smiled while holding it out to Chuuya and Dazai.

“Ah thank you Atsushi”

Chuuya smiled while taking the soup. They all said goodbye and closed the door. 

[starwalker42]

febuwhump day 4: knife to the throat

season 1 | tw: knife crime | teen and above

The walk back from the town hall to the motel is only ten minutes, and it’s more than worth it after a long day digging through archives with bent backs. Mulder inhales the cool night air and allows himself to relax, rolling his neck until something clicks. The release of it makes him moan softly before he can stop it; Scully clears her throat beside him.

“Mulder.”

“Mmm.”

“You’re still going with your time traveller theory, aren’t you.”

He nods, even though she doesn’t phrase it as a question. “And you’re still sceptical.”

“There’s no reason for me not to be, Mulder. We didn’t find anything.”

“Exactly.”

He senses, more than sees, her shoot an incredulous look at him. “Just because we can’t find a recent birth record under that name doesn’t mean he’s a time traveller. He could have been lying about living here all his life, or even if he’s telling the truth he could very easily have had a different name at birth - ”

They round a corner, and Scully almost collides with a young man leaning against a storefront.

The guy grabs Scully’s arm to steady her. “You gotta look where you’re goin’, lady.”

“Sorry,” Scully gives him a quick smile. She goes to pull away, but he doesn’t let go; Mulder glances up, sees the cold look in the man’s eyes, and realises an instant too late that something’s very wrong.

And then in a flash of movement and a glint of metal, there’s a knife against Scully’s jugular, and Mulder’s frozen in place.

“Give me your fucking money, man.”

For a long moment, as he watches the blade against Scully’s neck, Mulder can’t breathe. The knife is sharp, its edge painfully close to the faint blue webs below the surface of Scully’s skin, and he knows that if he makes one wrong move her blood will be spilling across the sidewalk.

“Come on, man, give me your wallet, or your girl gets cut.”

Scully meets his eye, and despite everything, despite the fact that she’s the one with a knife at her throat, she’s calm. Trusting. And, well, if she’s not panicking, he doesn’t need to. Mulder forces a lid on the fear and forces it down deep inside of him, taking another breath of crisp air and letting it fill his lungs.

“Okay. My wallet’s in my coat pocket, I’m going to reach inside and get it.”

His wallet is in his pants pocket. Scully knows this. She moves her head, marginally, a tiny nod to confirm she understands, as her free hand moves slowly towards the gun at her hip, concealed under her trenchcoat. Mulder slides his hand inside his own coat, under his jacket, and finds his weapon, snug in his shoulder holster.

His fingers wrap around the grip as Scully pulls her gun free. The man is still focussed on Mulder, and she takes advantage of his distraction by twisting against his hand, moving out of his hold and away from the knife’s blade as Mulder draws his weapon and levels it with the man’s face. A moment later, she levels her own, and the man stares at both of them from the wrong end of two barrels.

Mulder disarms him, forces him to the ground with both hands behind his back, and secures the handcuffs a little too tight while Scully calls 911. Later, Mulder will lie in his room in the motel, staring at the ceiling and trying not to think about how the best part of his life could be ended so quickly, so easily, by nothing more than a punk-ass kid looking for a quick buck.

For now, he watches the way Scully’s hair glows in the light from the streetlamps, and calms his racing heart.

@today-in-fic

[thebiggerbear]

Beau Arlen Fic Recs List

Rec list under Read More:

Beau Arlen x Female Reader by @anklesoverackles

If Its Meant To Be by @jawritter - Bad things happen to good people, that’s just the rule of thumb. But sometimes, things happen for a reason, and that reason is so you can find the person you’re meant to be with…

Wonderwall by @deanbrainrotwritings - teasing beau during work and leaving without finishing. when he gets home he wants to pick up where they left off.

You're Enough by @jawritter - Dealing with anxiety can be tough, and sometimes thoughts can be louder than someone screaming at her, but Beau is there to pull her out again.

Imagine: Beau gives you the support you need by @zepskies - After getting home from a terrible day at work, he’s able to lighten your mood.

Didn't Mean To Stay by @zepskies - After three months, you ask Beau to make it clear. Is he serious about this relationship, or are you two just passing time?

Whole Lotta Love by @deanbrainrotwritings - beau finds a way repays the reader after taking care of him when he’s injured, but also to apologise for worrying her. but most importantly, to prove he was okay.

Hearts On Fire by @deanbrainrotwritings - would this be considered illegal? it didn’t matter because he was the sheriff and she’s the love of his life.

After Hours by @smol-and-grumpy - They’re just outside of Helena, Montana, when they get pulled over. Dean knew that nothing good can come out of letting Y/N behind the wheels of his Baby. Little does he know that it’s probably the best thing that could happen to them in months. That good thing comes in the form of a tall, green-eyed Sheriff.

Trouble by @smol-and-grumpy - Beau always knows how to grind her gears, and Y/N hates that she secretly loves it. When, once again, he manages to make her angry and sick with worry, he knows he’s in trouble — but sometimes she thinks it’s his intention all along because he knows the best ways to tame her

So Deep by @jawritter - You take Beau Arlen for a ride…

Sweet As Pie by @that-sarcastic-writer - Beau has a crush on you, so with a bit of help from Jenny, he asks you out.

Forgotten Anniversaries by @mind-empty-just-fictional-people - beau forgets your two-year anniversary but you don’t realize the next day is another one

Tap The Badge by @xenaxena - you’re very turned on by the way the sheriff gestures to his badge

Under the Montana Skies by @spnbaby-67

The Triplets by @welldonebeca - Lizzie moves in with her favourite honorary Uncle, Beau, to find work in a big city, and starts sharing a house with him and his other two twins brothers. The triplets - Dean, Ben and Beau - couldn’t be more different and more similar at the same time. One thing they all share? Well, they all want to fuck her, of course.

Mine by @supernaturalneurodivergentwolf

Handcuffs and Piercings by @deangirlsstuff67 - You have gotten close to Jenny and Cassie since moving to Montana. You knew eventually you'd meet Beau, you just weren't prepared for the girls to out your newest piece of jewelry in front of Beau.

Luck of the Irish by @deangirlsstuff67

You've Been a Bad Girl by @deangirlsstuff67 - few weeks after your first run in with the new sheriff, you can seem to get him off your mind. You decided to find a way to get him back to your house, which makes you a very bad girl.

Mr. Yeehaw by @deanoheartspie

Get It Off My Desk by @beauarlenswife - Reader is a new detective thst had been moved to the department in montana, when they get back from rescuing the girl and their in his office, let’s just say, her thoughts are not about the case.

Last Minute Customer by @marvelwitchergilmore - Beau Arlen x Reader -> When you’re closing up the store for the evening, you have one final customer.

Trust Me by @luci-in-trenchcoats - When the reader wakes up in what was meant to be her grave, she doesn’t want to trust anyone, especially the charming cop that found her…

That Simple by @avanatural - Beau goes to Y/N, a new friend of his, for some dating advice. Is the charming new sheriff gonna get the date that he’s hoping for?

Broken Road by @waywardnerd67 - She moved to Helena to escape her past to end up running into the one who got away.

Dangerous by @luci-in-trenchcoats - The reader does something “dangerous”. Beau thinks she ought to be punished for it…

The Way We Fell In Love by @smellingofpoetry - This is the story of how they fall in love.

Taken for Granted by @pink-sparkly-witch - Having had his share of dangerous situations and close calls in Houston, this was meant to be the start of a quieter, slower life for Beau, Y/N and their daughter. Taking the job as Acting Sheriff in Helena, Montana, was a dream come true until Beau starts to spend far too much time with Jenny Hoyt, in and out of the office. At first, Y/N doesn’t mind too much, but one night Beau misses his daughter’s hockey tryouts and phone calls in favour of shooting tequila in a bar with his co-worker, and Y/N isn’t sure if she’s being taken for granted or if something bigger is going on that she needs to worry about.

Stormy Nights by @cheynovak - Beau and Y/N have been dating some time now, a thunderstorm is moving over Montana, something Y/N isn’t quite fond of. Beau gets home to comfort her.

Sheriff's Bargain by @cheynovak - Y/N, a seasoned con artist, is arrested after returning to Montana, where her past comes back to haunt her in the form of Sheriff Beau Arlen—the man she abandoned five years ago. Facing charges linked to a drug lord, she’s offered a deal to work as an informant. Torn between her criminal life and lingering feelings for Beau, Y/N must decide whether to help him bring down the crime ring or continue running from her past.

Fridays are for beer and heartbreak by @pamwritessometimes - Your favorite patron’s there to mend your broken heart.

Chasin' You by @angelbabyyy99 - Y/N and Beau go way back to when they were kids, but as they grew up, the more distant they became. A few years later, she is now a high school, teacher, recently divorced from her ex-husband and now moved back to Helena, Montana, only to find out that her old crush/friend is the new sheriff in town. What will happen when the two bump into each other again after all these years?

Just One More by @nescaveckwriter - Line: Please be quiet, I haven't had enough coffee yet, to deal with this

Invisible Wall by @nescaveckwriter - Line: Broken Vows

Polaris by @waynes-multiverse - When Beau Arlen moved to Montana, he left behind a past he wasn’t proud of. But when a series of murders requires the FBI’s help, Sheriff Arlen‘s ghosts come back to haunt him one by one. With a wrong turn waiting at every crossroads, it’s hard to make the right choices and find his way back home – back to you.

Jurisdiction by @waynes-multiverse - Request: how about Beau loving the risk of getting caught fucking in his office? Maybe turning it into a Blowjob under his desk befor they actually get caught by Popcorn or Jenny?

All My Ghosts by @carpenterswife - You’re a deputy working for the Lewis and Clark County Sheriff’s Department in Helena; a good one at that. Since Beau’s arrival, you befriended the Texan, who eventually became the town’s new permanent sheriff. With a growing friendship, blooming feelings, a ton of inside jokes, and way too much fun on the job, it seems like everything is going right for you. But, you’re running from your past, and it seems to be catching up fast.

Take Me Home by @zepskies - You are another lost soul at Sunny Day Excursions. You’re aiming to settle in Helena, Montana, where Beau Arlen is the new sheriff in town. But you both have a past you’re running from.

A Good Man Is Hard to Find by @zepskies - When Beau starts pulling away from you and Emily during a very difficult case, will the pressure make or break your relationship?

A Crime of Passion by @zepskies - When Beau Arlen decides to “make it up to you,” he’s damn thorough.

S.I.N.G. by @zepskies - Beau wishes you’d take this self-defense lesson a little more seriously.

Echoes by @zepskies - Beau has another rough night, but you help him face a harder truth.

Light My Fire Again by @artyandink - “I thought I’d swore off love, Jenny.” I smiled, chuckling a bit as I looked down to my feet then back up the skies, taking in the twinkling lights. “God, I really thought I did, and I was doing such a good job at it too. But, well, I just… I couldn’t help it.” I wet my lips slightly, biting the bottom one. “It’s improper, but it’s true.”

Montana by @klutzygirl - Born and bred Texan Beau Arlen never expected to end up in Montana. [AO3]

Looking for other Beau pairings? Or more pairings and/or characters from the show? You can find them here!

*I will add more as I go

dividers by @firefly-graphics

[trenchcoatsbi]

TEHEE!!! HAPPY 10 TRENCHCOAT MONTHSSSS :DDD

I hope everyone is doinf alright!!I woke up early like at 6 am so I'm eepy and I dont have a lot to say aside fromit has been so very fun!! I desperately need more ppl around though lmao...but its nice having always a place I can come back its like...second home and I just imagine me ranfomly coming in with a riding crop or a whip and being like "haha foolish fools >:DDDD" when I kinshift to franziska lmao

Speaking of which funny thing I did based of my experience with another cool franziska fictkin on an aa tumblr discord server :pp

-(cannon divergent llulah anon)⭑

sorry for the late response i fucked up my sleep schedule a lot and am practically nocturnal again head in hands anyway yeah!! i've been well lluah! glad to see that you've been having fun in that ace attorney server of yours :]!

yeah its been a bit slow round here ain't it? gonna try to be quicker at responding to stuff like I used to but ehhh I'm still not really in an doing request mood... but when stuff starts running again and people have free time I'm sure things will be more active. until then, the doors always open (or closed so you can dramatically slam it open when you come over if you prefer) and ole phil here will be... uhh well I dunno. I kinda am always here even if I'm not being active. Sometimes a guy just gotta perch in the rafters and watch things instead of being normal and talking to people haha.

ANyway yeah uh really glad to hear from ya! (<- even though uh technically i heard from ya a few days ago and just didnt respond until now :/) Hope all of ya are doing okay. Today aint the sunniest by me but rain does come with puddles and I'm gonna have some fun splish splashin with those when the rain stops later :]! hope you all have somethin nice to look forward to too!

[indeedthatvisser5]

c y b e r - s m u t t

I've always been a light sleeper, but some gonk next door woke me up talking to himself. His deep voice rattled my walls all afternoon while I was trying to catch z's before my 1 a.m. shift at the 25/7. Right before I was able to finally drift off, my alarm rang out its tone. 12:15 came too early. Yawning every other second, I managed to pull on the knee-padded yoros I typically use for work, and a tank top. I could feel the bloodshot irritation in my optics from the lack of a full evening’s rest. I kept trying snap out of it while leaning against the whirring vending machine in my apartment. It was supposed to be dispensing a Matapang Coffee, except this time, the vendor sounded like it was struggling to function, I certainly had never heard the motor try so hard, so I leaned in close to try and run a diagnostic on it, but instead, I got my entire outfit covered in caramel flavored latte. 

“Aw, fucking hell!” Those were my last Eds til payday, and that was my last clean outfit. Well, not my last clean outfit.  

In a crumple under the foot of my bed was the one clean article of clothing I had – a teal long-sleeve bodysuit I wore when I used to moonlight as a joytoy. “I can’t fuckin’ believe this,” I muttered, popping the edge of the bottoms against my ass cheek. Not that I had any real problem wearing it, but my days as a joytoy were long behind me. Sure, the parties were fun and the Eds were okay, but after a while I’d come to realize that lifepath only had me running circles around Pacifica. 

I caught one last look at myself, activating my full-body mirror. Part of my gimmick as a doll was the fact I kind of looked like the chick from the Chromanticore ads, bulge and all. My bodysuit still fit my slender 6’ ft. frame, but admittedly, I loved me some Slaughterhouse Prime, and the tight material showed it. I threw on my trenchcoat and ran out the door. The reinforced outsoles on my exo-jacks clunked down the stairs of my apartment. Pacifica always vaguely smelled like something was burning outside, but my downstairs neighbor Kolin happened to be having himself a midnight smoke. 

“Yo, Izzy! You uh, are you open again?” 

“Nah choom, sorry, it’s just laundry day!” 

It took a lot of patience but getting hired to be a clerk at the 25/7 was kinda worth it. But that was only because it was only a small downstairs walk from my place. I can see my little kiosk from my balcony without having to use a scope! Once I got there, I unlocked the doors, turned on the lights, booted up my register, and made sure my Budget Arms M-10AF Lexington was loaded. Already fatigued, I was ready for another long 9 hours. The start of the night was a little quiet. Hell, I barely heard any skirmishes. I had a few drunks and other vagrants come through, but my store’s location just never got as busy as the ones in the other districts. I couldn’t imagine the other ones are this slow. 

By daybreak, I couldn’t quit nodding off at the register. I gave in with my chin rested on my hand when the roar of a Hererra Outlaw startled me awake, the intense engine sounded like it was right beside me while it was yards away. No one would dare own one of those in Pacifica of all places. No one for damn sure is just passing through either. But it stopped, and out stepped this Corpo, all decked out in three-piece synweave. And he was coming towards my kiosk. His netrunning visor gleamed against the 9 am sun as he stepped in with a weirdly friendly smile.  

“Good morning, how are you?” He beamed, as he went straight for a can of Nicola and a taco from the shelf. The sharply dressed stranger kept looking around, but I could feel his eyes on me, trying to catch a glance at what I was wearing. He placed his items on the small counter. 

“Did you find what you were looking for, sir?” I asked, still confused at having a random Corpo in my store. “You seem to be a long way from Downtown, especially here.” 

“I must be honest, I’m not sure yet?” He quipped, blatantly leaning over to peek at my bare thighs. “Have you been working here long?” I snickered a little as I pulled my hair behind my ear, not every day a someone this smooth looking struck up a convo with me at work. 

“I been here since 1 this morning, if that’s what you mean,” I said playing coy. 

“Oh no, no, I meant how long have you been cashiering for 25/7?” 

“Only a couple of years, just about.” 

“Do you like it?” I was caught off-guard by the man’s genuine question. I guess no one had ever really cared to ask that?  

“I, well, it’s just biz, it makes me enough Eddies to keep the lights on at home.” 

“I see.” His visor glinted in the sun as he nodded. “You ever think of doing anything else?” 

“I don’t know?” In the middle of my confusion as to where this was going, he produced a buisness card from his breast pocket. It was a slate blue color with embossed gold lettering that read 'Gen+ : A subsidiary of Biotechnica’.“Holy shit.” I couldn’t help myself. Just like that, a random job offer from what looked like something legit. More legit than being a cashier in this city. The Corpo seemed to have loosened up more as he excitedly looked around the kiosk as oif to make sure we were alone, and he leaned in closer to me. 

“I’m sorry choom, I never introduced myself. “I’m Dr. Dorian Pierce. My company has developed a new piece of cyberware, and I’m looking for some testors.” 

“Whoa, no, no no, I’m not interested.” My hackles were instantly up. “I am not going to get no cyberpsychosis, no.” I was serious. Lost a couple family members that way. 

“Nothing like that, choom, no. Very much the opposite. Okay, I know you’re on the clock, but the next time you’re off, call me. I can't get into anymore deets here.” I nodded in an unsure acquiescence as I kept studying the business card. I was able to compose myself looking at him through his visor.  

“Okay. I’m off tomorrow.” 

“Tom’s Diner in Watson?” Dr. Pierce’s eyes gleamed as he gave me the coordinates. 

[the-infamous-singing-pig-man]

A Great Miracle Happened There

This is a fic for @67-rats-in-a-trenchcoat for the @newsiesgiftexchange! Happy Holidays and Happy New Year!

It was very pretty, the candlelight. Regardless of the meaning being lost on him, Jack was honored to be a part of this tradition with the Jacobs family. He wanted to ask questions about their customs, but he didn’t want to spoil the pleasant time they were all having together.

He remembered asking David some questions about Hanukkah once they had gotten to know each other better and Jack felt comfortable asking. He was particularly intrigued by the idea of Hanukkah being a celebration triumph over oppression, though he didn’t understand how anyone could take issue with folks like the Jacobs’, who were lovely people in his book. He was just glad to be able to spend time with David and his family.

The gathering had quieted down and Esther was busy getting Les ready for bed, so Jack took this as a sign to get going, despite David always asking him to stay the night. David offered to walk him outside, and they made their way out to the freezing street.

David shivered as they stepped outside, noting that JAck didn’t seem to have any gloves to wear. “Jack, aren’t your hands freezing?”

Jack laughed. “Ah, don’t worry about me. Ain’t too far to my place from here, I’ll be fine.”

David gestured up towards his home. “I can get you a pair of gloves from upstairs, just

wait here.”

“Oh no, come on David–”

“I insist! Wait here, okay?”

Jack grinned and shook his head as David turned swiftly back in the building. Once the door closed, Jack let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. He reached into his pocket for the small gift he had spent weeks making for David and pulled it out to inspect it. 

Jack had painstakingly assembled a small wooden dreidel made of scrap wood, rusty nails, and old paint he had solicited from Kloppman. It was very crude, it likely wouldn’t spin, and the Hebrew letters were shakily painted on, but he was proud of his handiwork regardless. He just hoped David would like it, or at the very least pretend to.

David himself suddenly emerged from the building with a pair of wool gloves, and JAck hastily closed his hand around the dreidel. David gave him a quizzical look. “What do you have there?” he asked.

Jack faltered, thinking he might have to get him something else, something better. “Uh…here.” He shoved the gift into David's hands and took the mittens sheepishly.

David furrowed his brow, then looked down at the present. He slowly turned it over in his hands, examining its every detail to Jack’s chagrin. Did he hate it? Oh god, he hated it.

David suddenly looked up at Jack, emotion painting his face. “Oh Jack, it’s beautiful.”

Jack laughed nervously, surprised by David’s reaction. “Ah, it’s nothin’ really, I didn’t really know what I was doin’--”

“Did you make this?”

Jack blushed. “Yeah.”

David looked back down at the dreidel, then back up at Jack. “Jack, it’s perfect. Thank you so much.” In a moment of bravery, he took Jack’s hand and kissed it, making Jack blush harder. But Jack didn’t pull away, not for a second did he even consider it. It was just all so perfect. 

He squeezed David’s hand, and then a small movement caught his eye. They both looked around, realizing it had begun to snow.

David smiled. “Guess you’d better get going, you’ll catch your death out here.”

Jack inhaled, nodding, then leaned forward and gave David a quick peck on the cheek. He immediately turned and headed down the street before he could gauge a reaction from David, who let go of his hand reluctantly, but he understood. As much of a big personality Jack had, he was senseless around those he was sweet on. But it was alright–David was sweet on him too.