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lucky strike!

satan x f!reader series

✦ SUMMARY: Your luck has always been terrible, you knew that. But getting dumped a month before your wedding was not on your bingo card for the year. It seemed like you only had the shittest luck meeting the worst kind of men until you went on Craigslist. Hm? A cat-loving blond man was willing to accept your listing? ✦ WARNING: Modern AU, fake dating, reader works in the corporate world (not specified), fluff, unresolved emotional tension, mentions of cheating (reader's ex), reader and satan are noted to be in their late 20s, drunk texting ✦ WC: 7.8K

| PART ONE | PART TWO | MASTERLIST

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Luck is a mysterious and unexplainable phenomenon. Unfortunately, the God of Luck has never cared enough to shine down on you. Your unluckiness manifested in all sorts of ways; from birds pooping on you to delayed flights. It was a recurring theme in your life. But seriously? Getting cheated on by your ex, a month before your wedding is a new low, even for you.

You slumped over the table, hair tangled as you rubbed at your eyes. The murmured voices in the background blend together as you refuse to lift your head from where you are currently face down on the table.

“Hey… are you sure you’re alright?” A gentle hand touches your shoulder and you resist the urge to flinch and snarl at the voice to go away so that you could drown yourself in your sorrows – maybe in the sink in the washroom, which was becoming much more tempting by the minute.

Regrettably, you remember that you had called over reinforcements from when your stupid, shitty, rotten, pathetic ex had flaked on you through text so that you don’t try to do something stupid.

And now, you had company, but all you wanted to do was maybe throw yourself off a building so that you wouldn’t wake up in humiliation the next morning. Seriously, you still can’t believe that this manchild had the audacity to break up with you over text, and he even flaunted his new partner hours later on social media.

…He had never posted you on his account, citing that he didn't see the purpose of it. You scoffed, laughing at yourself for your stupidity in believing him. It wasn’t that, you just weren’t important enough for him to want to do it.

You could feel your eyes start to get wet and you vehemently tried to force those tears to go back into your tear duct. You were not going to waste a single tear on a man, especially on one as despicable as him.

In his defense, you couldn’t say that you didn’t see this coming. He’s been acting much more distant lately, unwilling to even hug you when he leaves the house to go to work. Your sex life had also been at an all-time low. You remember just a couple weeks back when you had dolled up in the cutest set of lingerie you had owned and waited for him but you ended up sleeping on the couch when he didn’t make it back throughout the night.

You had just convinced yourself that the stress of the wedding planning got to him and didn’t bother investigating further. But honestly, you weren’t an idiot. You could smell the unfamiliar reek of perfume practically wafting off him whenever he returned from “work”. But you played it off, thinking that you were being an anxious freak.

…At least he had the foresight to break up with you on a Friday night instead of a weekday. You would hate to drag yourself to work in this state.

You groaned again, finally lifting your face from the table when you were sure that you weren’t going to burst into tears. However, as you met the worried glances on your friends’ faces, a sob unilaterally ended up escaping from your throat.

Before you knew it, you were crumbling and breaking down with tears streaming from your eyes. God, now you were being pathetic.

After bawling your eyes out and evaporating whatever sort of water you had left in your body, you were finally ready to pick yourself up and move on. You told your friends as much albeit with your eyes blotched with tear stains and a warbled voice.

“Er babe, not to rain on your parade but what about the photoshoot?” Your friend cautiously asked, hands raised for protection as if afraid that you would throw a bottle at her. Though, that thought did run through your brain for a split second. Your lips parted with surprise as a jolt ran through you. You don’t answer your friend right away as you pause to search through your jumbled memories.

Fuck, she was right. Your scumbag of an ex had wanted to cheap out on the wedding costs and had persuaded you to opt for a more reasonably priced package but it came with conditions – no refunds and no cancellation. This meant that he had fucked you up again.

You could feel the waterworks and stress bubbling up inside of you, as you buried your face into the palms of your hand. The next time you see your stupid whore of an ex again, you swear you were going to fuck him upside down.

After a much-needed sleep, you finally gathered up your courage to call the wedding planner that well, you wouldn’t be needing their services anymore. She had been sympathetic in her response but had immediately still tried to sell you another package – as if you hadn’t just been broken up with or were even ready to dip your toes into the dating pool. You should be angry but it was hard to muster up any emotions when you just felt empty.

It was unfortunate that all of the bookings had been made under your name else, you would have just let that pathetic bastard cancel all of the appointments. You were not looking forward to the next call. In a fit of nervousness, you stood up to pace around the room.

All you had left was the final boss. You swallow thickly as you shakily bring up the contact profile of your photographer. The first time you had met him, he had chewed you out about every single thing possible from your fashion sense to the way you talk. You swear that for some reason, this guy had a vengeance out for you.

For once, you hoped that your photographer could find the compassion buried deep down inside his rotten heart to be nice to you.

“What do you want?” The all-so-familiar satiric voice bleeds through the line and your grip on your phone turns tighter, as if it was trying to escape.

You winced.

It seemed like you had caught him in a bad mood.

“Hi Mephisto, just wanted to ask how you are doing?” In a fake voice, your first course of action was to butter him up.

“How many times have I told you that my name is Mephistopheles? We are not close enough for you to call me by that.”

If words could hurt, you were sure that you would be scalded and burnt by the sheer force of his acidic tone. Somehow, today his words held even more venom than usual.

“Damn okay. What got your panties in a twist today, Mephistopheles? I was just checking in on you,” You tried again, keeping your tone light while you hurriedly punched down the urge to reach out across the virtual world to wrap your hands around his neck.

“Quit it. What do you want? You must be calling for something. I’ve already told you that there are no refunds or cancellations, so if it’s about that, you can go ahead and hang up now.” With that, you could see your imaginary money waving pitifully across the river bank.

With a tight smile, you briefly contemplated the choices laid out for you. Maybe you should just take a bath with your toaster plugged in tonight? Sleeping on the train track is shaping up to sound like a great idea as well.

“Well, no. I just wanted to know if it’s possible to push back the date for the photoshoot?” With an airy laugh, you gritted out your words.

Your petty self would not let your stupid ex have the last laugh, you were going to make sure to live your life happily and take those damn wedding photos.

A few seconds passed before you heard a condescending laugh on the other side of the line. “Did you get dumped?” For some reason, Mephistopheles always had a sixth sense regarding the state of your relationship. The last time you had gotten into a tiff with your ex before a consultation, Mephistopheles had chortled right in your face and told the pathetic bastard to buckle up.

Your silence must have answered his question because you could hear an even louder cackle through the phone to the point where you were sure he must be tearing up or choking on his saliva. Unfortunately, there went all chances of saving any sort of money or dignity.

With a click, you promptly hung up the call. There was no point dealing with him when he was in this state. You chucked your phone on the sofa, letting out a huge groan as it bounced off and hit the floor. Thankfully, the screen didn’t shatter else, it might have been your tipping point.

As you collapsed on the couch, praying for your demise to come, a ding caught your attention. Turning your attention to where your phone had landed, a message flashed brightly across the screen.

[11:05AM] pretentious bitch: I’ll allow you to postpone and change the concept of the photoshoot. Let me know if you find a person who is willing to take pictures with you.

[11:06AM] pretentious bitch: I’ll only wait for two months. Any longer and I will cancel the booking. No refunds.

You went through different variations of mildly concerning threats before settling on an amicable phrase that you could send to him without the police knocking on your door.

[11:06AM] You: thanks. ill lyk soon.

And with that message sent, you swiftly threw your phone (safely this time). You watch it slide, unharmed to the other side of the couch. With a deep breath, you stood up ready to conquer the day. You were not going to let yourself mope around in the house.

“Yukiii,” You pleaded with a hopeful gaze, hands clasped tightly around hers. “Help meee, I don’t know anyone who can do a photoshoot with me,” With as much pitifulness as you could muster, you flashed her the saddest look you could.

Your friend sends you a tight-lipped smile as she purses her lip with furrowed eyebrows. “I would love to but I don’t think I know anyone available for a photo shoot,” With that answer, you immediately slammed your head down on the table with a loud thud – causing the waiter who had been walking over with your order to retrace his steps.

“Urgh…. Why does life hate me,” You mumbled indistinctively from your position even as Yuki pinched the skin on the back of your hand in an attempt to get you to be more socially aware of your surroundings. With a loud sigh, she pried open your entwined hands and twisted the side of your ear hard.

With a loud cry of pain, you finally sat properly in your seat with a sulk. After getting your attention, she cleared her throat while folding her hands primly on the table. “I think you can try your luck on Craigslist. Try listing for a photo shoot partner online, people might just contact you.”

“Why didn’t I think of that? You’re the best, thank you!” You almost want to launch yourself across the table to kiss her for her wit and barely held back. Yuki fixes you with a threatening stare and thus you settle yourself deeper into your seat with a chastised pout.

After all your bravado earlier, you were at an impasse. How on earth do you write a listing without it reeking of desperation? You brooded over a cup of tea, that was now lukewarm due to your fickleness, as you scowled at the screen of your laptop, unable to type another word.

Looking for a partner to shoot an HK-style photoshoot with! Free of charge and I can provide you with free entertainment and pictures of cats. I will provide more details once you message me! Also attached is a photo of me so that you know that I’m not a scammer.

You stared at the words blankly, before emphatically deciding, to hell with it, and posted it.

You wake up in the middle of the night, throat parched and the light on your phone blinking obnoxiously in the darkness. Who on earth is blowing up your phone -- you checked the time on the screen, eyes half-closed -- at 4 in the fucking morning?

After grabbing a cup of water and planting yourself in front of your screen. You looked in dismay at the hundreds of notifications that flooded your inbox and instantly regretted putting a picture of yourself up on the listing. The amount of unwanted pictures you got was abysmal and you hurriedly deleted all emails with attachments. As you were about to delete the last email in the thread, you accidentally misclicked and the page popped up.

[12:25AM]

[email protected]: Dear Miss, could you please provide more information about the photoshoot? I am interested to hear more and if all goes well, I have some terms of my own to provide too. You can contact me at the number attached: XXX XXX XXX

Thank you and I wish for your timely response.

Yours sincerely,

Satan

What was up with this guy? You squinted at your phone screen, rubbing your eyes to get a better look. You marveled at how awkward and formal he managed to sound over an email for a listing that you took at most five minutes to write.

But he was your best bet considering the rest of your emails are filled with unwanted appendages that you certainly weren’t in the mood to look at. And at least, you were confident that he wasn’t going to send you unsolicited messages for now. Regardless, a new contact profile was created, and you threw yourself back in bed while mulling over a message to craft.

[05:15AM] You: hi, thanks for reaching out! i got ur number off the email u sent to me abt the craigslist thing. can i ask what conditions u have? ill also send the mood board here. dw i also hv the outfit prepared tho u may need to alter it if it doesnt fit u or u can also get ur own fit.

[05:20AM] You: Attachment sent - 1 File

[05:21AM] You: oh sorry abt the late msg, i didnt notice the time haha

In your efforts to keep yourself awake for a little while longer, you thought that it would be a good idea to scroll through articles on stranger danger. Quickly, the memory of your plastered picture on the internet haunts you and from the articles, it appeared that you had already failed the first step in keeping yourself safe.

With a grimace on your face, you quickly took down the listing on the website and prayed that whoever this Satan guy was, he would come through so you wouldn’t need to put yourself back up on the Internet.

Birds chirped distantly in the background as you groggily reached for your phone. It seemed that sleep had claimed you while you were surfing the net for cute animal videos. Somehow, you had woken up much more tired than you had been when you went back to sleep.

With one arm raised to shield your eyes from the sunlight peeking through the blinds, you checked your notifications and almost dropped your phone in your state of sleep.

[08:10AM] Satan: Hello, it is a pleasure to meet you. I have run through the mood board and it seems good. Also, no worries about the outfit. I will be able to provide one. For my condition, I would prefer that we meet up in person to discuss it. Would that be alright with you? Do let me know what time would work best for you.

You almost puked in your mouth. Would it be wrong to say that he seems a lot more suspicious now? Also, what was up with his concept? You barely resist the urge to throw your phone across the room and inhaled a much-needed breath of fresh air and instantly choked on it -- screw it, what was wrong with this guy?

Suddenly, you very much regret placing your personal information up on the internet for the whole world to see. The articles on stranger danger flitted through your brain and you grimaced at the thought of the possibility of being trafficked.

You have watched enough true crime podcasts to know that this was sufficient for sirens to be blaring and your guard to be up. In your head, an imaginary true crime commentator deduced that he could either be trying to get into your pants or perhaps, searching for his next victim. With your hackles up, you quietly tried to swipe away from his profile when you noticed something.

With a peer at the saved contact profile, you realised that Satan must have saved your number seeing as there were now multiple display photos for you to scroll through.

You gaped at what you saw.

A pretty blonde man with a cat. He was cute, in that classic pretty boy style that was unfortunately exactly your type. With an excited hum, you scroll through the stranger’s photos. It was a visual treat. Your eyes trailed over the sharp angles of his face before belatedly noticing that he had on a pair of glasses. You might just about faint.

After catching a glance at yourself in the mirror, you swiftly straightened up and frowned. You were not going to go against your morals and fawn over a random stranger you had met over the Internet. For all you knew, he could be catfishing you.

(He wasn’t. You had reverse image-searched his photo on the net so that you could further stalk look him up but you couldn’t find much additional information on him.)

[10:12AM] You: sure! we can meet at this location tomorrow at 1pm?

[10:12AM] You: Location sent

Admittedly, it didn’t take you much time to, well, go against your morals but you didn’t have any other choices to fall back at the moment. Either way, it was only a meeting in a public place so if the situation went awry, you would still be relatively safe.

Plus… it would be a shame to not see that handsome face in person at least once.

It’s about fifteen minutes from your scheduled meet-up with this stranger at the cafe you selected. Oddly enough, you haven’t started to feel the nerves set in which was uncharacteristic of you, considering the old you would have already been in the washroom trying to drown yourself in the sink.

But you do feel terribly out of place sitting alone. Wherever your sight falls on, there was always a couple being lovey-dovey and almost distastefully happy, rubbing salt in your wound. Thankfully, before you can start burning holes into your cup, a low voice abruptly cuts through your thoughts to call out your name.

“Hello. Are you the one who made the Craigslist post?”

Alarmed, you quickly raise your gaze from the table to meet bright green eyes. Silently, you brought a hand to your nose to check if your nose has started bleeding. The photos you had seen earlier did not do this angel man any justice. You could almost see a halo of light behind his head.

Satan was much more handsome in person.

“Did I get the wrong person?”

You could see the man’s eyebrow furrow as he glanced at his phone before examining at your face. You were too caught up in staring at him to realise that you had forgotten to give a reply. Hurriedly, you scrambled to tug on his sweater as he turned to leave.

“Oh sorry. Yes. That’s me.” Your voice came out stilted, as your back aligned as straight as a ruler. Thankfully, it seemed that Satan was too busy looking around the interior of the cafe to notice your mini-mental breakdown.

“Satan right? It’s good to meet you,” Without forgetting your manners, you offered a hand. Satan regarded your outreached palm with a passive expression before accepting it courteously. A few seconds passed as your eyes took in the view before you appreciatively.

An awkward cough cut your daydreaming short.

“Could you please let go of my hand now?” Satan said politely.

You mumbled an apology, shuffling back in your seat with a red face resembling a tomato. Belatedly, you hadn’t noticed that you were still grasping onto his hand, tightly. How did you already make an embarrassment of yourself on the very first meeting?

“Right. We’re here to talk about the conditions, correct?” You started, leaning back into your seat to get into a more comfortable position. Satan pulls out the chair opposite you and sets his briefcase on the floor. At a glance, you notice the various luxury brand logos on his person; taking a double look at the sweater which was easily more than what you make in a month.

Satan nodded, leaning down to rummage through his briefcase before pulling out a stack of paper to place on the table. You dumbly stared at him with eyes as wide as saucers.

You reckon that if your jaw wasn’t already unhinged during your leering session earlier, it would have made a comically loud sound.

“A contract?” You said lost, rubbing the back of your neck when he slid the document over for you to read. Maybe, he really was a serial killer and he was about to make you sign your life away in an unfair contract.

COMMERCIAL CONTRACT

THIS AGREEMENT is made and entered into this XXX…

You barely get through the first sentence before the peculiarity of the situation dawns on you. Somewhere, in the depths of your subconscious, a metaphorical Yuki was screaming right in your ears, “What the hell is wrong with you?!” while shaking you by the shoulders. Alas, she wasn’t here so you opened your mouth instead.

“What is the contract for?” You inquired hesitantly, scanning through the pile of paper, and wondered whether it was possible to rewind time.

Satan looks up from his phone, (when had he even taken out his device?), before replying matter-of-factedly, “An exchange for services. You require my help for the photoshoot and I require your attendance for a schedule. This arrangement works out perfectly for us, I would say.”

That was certainly an unconventional way of thinking. You were impressed by his …uniqueness. You were almost moved by his little spiel to sign the contract.

You blinked. “Do we really require a contract? I can just help, you know? I mean, you’re doing me a service by helping out with the shoot.”

Satan turns to face you again, evidently bored. “Do you need time to read through the contract? We can do the signing at a later date.”

What a jerk. He just ignored your question.

“Could you please tell me more about your conditions first?” You tried again, keeping your voice even with fists clenched under the table.

He looked at you, with an edge of displeasure in the set of his mouth. “I may need your attendance for an event where you will need to act as my romantic partner.”

“That doesn’t tell me much-- Wait-- Are you asking me to pretend to date you?” You spluttered, thrown off by the derail in the conversation.

He went quiet, wearing the most uncomfortable expression you have seen so far.

“No. Just your attendance for an event to give off the impression that we are in romantic relations.” Satan said sharply, as you nodded along to his words.

“Uh. Right. So fake dating.” You were still befuddled by his sudden proposition, leaning closer. “So, what does this entail? And what event is this for?”

“Everything is in the contract. Please refer to it instead of asking me.” Satan looks pointedly at the stack of paper arranged in front of you.

You let out a weary exhale. In the five minutes that you have known this man, he has proven himself time and time again to be a douche. You didn’t want to argue with someone that you had just met but it was vexing trying to communicate with him who was refusing to cooperate while you tried to pry information from the clutches of his grip. Before you could stop yourself, you pushed the documents to the other side of the table.

“Satan. I’m not going to sign the contract. It’s fairly unreasonable to spring this onto someone who you just met for the first time. Just let me know what are your conditions so we can discuss further.”

For the first time since you met him, Satan stares at you as if he is searching for something within you. You paused for a second, fumbling for words that didn’t sound remotely stupid before adding, “There must be an issue. Are you afraid about something?”

You must have hit the jackpot as Satan remained silent, leaving your question hanging in the air.

“Is a contract really necessary?” You pressed.

You watched as Satan seemed to battle his inner thoughts, face scrunching up adorably. “I will… retract the contract as you wish. You’re right. I was hasty in presuming a contract was needed. I apologise for my mistake.”

The quick apology on his part was a pleasant surprise. You never had anyone admit their mistake so quickly before and he didn’t even try to shift the blame to you! You mentally gave yourself a pat on the back before letting out an amused chuckle.

You waved a hand, dismissing his apology. “Thank you. Anyways, if you want to go forward with this fake dating thing, won’t we need to know each other better too?” Satan stares at you strangely as you blow gently on your iced coffee.

There’s a pause.

“Correct. I was hoping that we could correspond on a cover story and I would also like to get the chance to know you better as well.” You nod along in agreement this time sensing that this would turn out to be a long talk.

It was only after the meeting that you realised Satan never answered your question.

You scratched your head as you turned around looking for the egg that you had set down on the counter as you reflected on the meeting today. Honestly, the meeting went better than you had expected. Both of you had left the cafe pretty late. Thankfully, Satan turned out to be much nicer and a better conversational partner than you had guessed from his first impression.

After locating your egg on the table, you proceeded to whisk your mixture together when a loud bzzt caught your attention from where your phone was lying on the counter. Holding the mixing bowl under one arm, you took a cursory glance at the screen.

[07:32PM] Satan: Hello, this is a refresher on the meeting we had earlier. I have compiled the notes in the PDF below. Please take a look and let me know if I have missed out on anything.

[07:32PM] Satan: Attachment Sent - 1 File

…This guy was so uptight. Does he have a stick up his ass?

Continuing to stir the batter, you squint at the message again. Had all of the joy in his life been sucked out? You decide to take it upon yourself to educate him about having some fun.

[07:35PM] You: looks great! also, i think u need to relax :< if anyone sees ur phone, they wld think that im ur business partner instead of ur gf lol

Satan is typing…

You waited by your phone for a minute, leaning against the kitchen island. When no reply comes, you decided to start buttering up your frying pan to get started.

[07:40PM] Satan: Right, sorry. I’ll try my best.

The message flashes on the screen, and you let out a small chuckle. It was rather endearing to see him take such a long time to type such a short message.

[07:40PM] You: shld we hv nicknames for each other? or nah, ik some couples dont do petnames

[07:41PM] Satan: Yeah, nicknames will make it more believable. Are you alright with honey?

[07:42PM] You: works with me. what do i call u? tantan??

[07:43PM] Satan: I’m 29. Please do not call me that.

[07:49PM] You: bringing ur age into this? okay old man. ill js call u babe then. also brb let me cook

[07:50PM] Satan: Go ahead. Also, isn’t this a case of a kettle calling the pot black?

You let out a scandalised gasp even as you bite back a laugh over the loud sizzling from your pan. Your kitchen timer beeps distantly in the background, signaling you to check on the stew bubbling in the back.

[08:30PM] You: never tell a lady shes old!!! thats the first rule in How to Woo A Lady 101 (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞

[09:10PM] Satan: Alright then, my apologies to the lady.

[09:10PM] Satan: Also, I’ll be heading to bed soon. Sleep well.

[09:15PM] You: ???? its 9??

[09:16PM] You: r u fr?? ure actually sleeping already??

[09:16PM] You: n u deny the claim that ure old…….. ok pops, lets get u to bed.

[09:17PM] You: goodnight ig. and also thks for helping out w the shoot! i rlly appreciate it.

Your messages were indeed left on delivered till the morning.

The commute to work was tough even though you do this every week. The lights in the building were grating and you were already sweating, having to squeeze into this tiny elevator with everyone else. God, it wasn’t like your company was lacking in money. Why couldn’t they upgrade the damn elevator? After elbowing someone in the chest, you finally made your way out of the elevator to your desk.

“Good morning!” A voice called out as you placed your bag on the table. The cheery voice was too loud in the early morning and you turned around to snap at the person. It was Simeon, holding a mug of coffee in his hand. The retort immediately dies on your tongue.

“Morning.” You greeted back, miserably.

Simeon just laughs at you before handing you a packet of coffee from his pocket. “Take it. I brought this for you to chase away the Monday blues.”

“Simeon, this is why you’re my favourite.” Eagerly, you grabbed the sachet and stared at the label for a second. “That’s the brand I always get! Seriously, you’re the best.”

If it wasn’t for the fact that you were at work, you would have jumped to hug him. Simeon reaches past you to grab your mug and raises an eyebrow.

“Pantry?” He questions.

You follow Simeon to the pantry, making small talk along the way. He places your cup in front of the coffee machine, motioning for you to take over the process. As you work on making your coffee, he leans back on the fridge to study your expression.

“Are you okay?”

The sound of the coffee machine whirring to life thrums in the silence enveloping the both of you. “My wedding is off.” You finally admit when Simeon continues to wait as he inches closer, practically crowding you against the wall.

“He called it off.” You diligently kept your gaze on the appliance, not wanting to risk seeing pity in Simeon’s expression. You had thought that you had done a good job keeping yourself together but Simeon had seen through your facade at one glance.

Simeon opens his mouth to reply but the tell-tale sound of footsteps grows louder and sure enough, the pantry suddenly swarms with black-suited employees. He pins you with an expression that screams “We’ll talk more about this later”. Finally, the soft ping of the coffee machine announces the completion of your drink. Quickly, you swoop up your mug and brush past Simeon to head back to your table.

“See you at lunch!” He calls out from behind you.

That’s fair. Although Simeon works in another department, he has always been your closest friend in this forsaken company. The difference in departments had rather helped both of you blossom a camaraderie and you would like to presume that he thinks of you as a dear friend as well.

It doesn’t mean that you still want to talk about that though.

Finally, you slink back to your desk before anyone else can stop you.

The clock read half past eleven. You stand up from your desk to head for lunch – earlier than your usual break at twelve but it was a necessary sacrifice to avoid seeing Simeon. However, as you round the corner to the elevator, you spot Simeon coming out from his office.

Urgently, you dashed into the lift and smashed the ‘close’ button. Please, please, please. The doors were closing at a snail’s pace and you could see the delayed realisation on Simeon’s face as he dashed over. However, you were faster than him.

“Thank you.”

Or so you thought.

Unfortunately, a passing colleague had noticed the situation and held the door open for Simeon who thanked him with a smile. You quickly wipe off the dismay on your face, “Oh Simeon! I didn’t think you take your lunch this early haha…”

He only looks at you in disapproval.

The lift door closed gently behind him as a silence filled the air. “I’m sorry.” You say, head down. “I wasn’t ready to talk about it yet.”

Simeon only sighs.

“You could have told me. We could just grab lunch and not talk about it, you know.” Thoroughly reprimanded, you kept your head down, suddenly finding his loafers very interesting.

Your knee-jerk reaction was to accept his suggestion and disregard this entire conversation. But you know that it wouldn’t do you any good, especially in the long run. Simeon only had your best interests at heart and it's a clear fact that he cares about you. Yet, you still feel dread at the idea of opening up and talking about Feelings™.

But you have to try, at least to reciprocate his efforts. Taking in a deep breath, you started. “I saw this coming--“

The lift lets out a cheerful ding, cutting you off as it arrives at the lobby. For a moment, both of you don’t move but as people start trickling in, you grab Simeon by the arm to drag him out.

Inside the restaurant that Simeon picked out, you bemoaned and bitched about your ex and the tumultuous entirety of your relationship. At some point, Simeon had even ordered more sides and drinks as you continued ranting.

“I’m just upset that I wasn’t the one who broke it off.” You end, somewhat petulantly. It’s the same mantra you repeated to yourself the past weekend; deluding yourself that it was the only reason why you were upset.

Simeon just looks at you with a somewhat tired glance before adding, “He was honestly a bastard. It’s a blessing in disguise that you guys broke up.” You whipped your head up to look at him with surprise, dropping your chopsticks with a clatter.

Nice, friendly, kind Simeon was cursing? For whatever reason, that made you burst out into a peal of laughter – you covered your mouth with the back of your hand to stifle the sound when a vibration caught your attention.

[12:11PM] yuki <3333: club on fri. not takin no as an ans

[12:11PM] yuki <3333: the rest r comin too

[12:11PM] You: 🙁

[12:12PM] yuki <3333: dress hot. see u

[12:15PM] You: k…

Simeon looks at you curiously as you tap away on your phone. You pursed your lips as you turned your phone in his direction for him to read.

“Yuki asked me to go clubbing on Friday. I haven’t clubbed in years!” You threw your hands up in exasperation, almost flipping your bowl by accident. You quietly collect yourself when you notice the glares from the neighbouring table.

“Ah.” Simeon laughs as he glides the phone back to you.

“You should go though? I think it would be good for you to take your mind off…recent events.”

You frowned deeply, gesturing vaguely in exasperation before flopping into your seat. You didn’t want to go down without a fight but you couldn’t refute his sentiment.

“You’re right.” You grumbled. “Urgh. I hate you. Why are you always giving me such good advice?” You sniffed, as you wriggled a finger at him accusingly.

“It comes with the job. Come on, let’s head back to work.”

After leaving your office, you finally have the time to check the notifications on your phone. You were terribly busy after coming back from lunch with Simeon. Some asshole in your team had messed up and the boss had called for all hands on deck – leading you to be overworked on the first day of the week.

With a sigh, you swiped to open the notification from Satan.

[03:10PM] Satan: Good afternoon. I would like to make a proposition that we start a daily chat so that we can get to know each other better.

[05:40PM] You: sure! how was ur day, satan?

[05:50PM] Satan: It was good. I had a late start to the day so I spent the time with my cat. How was yours?

[06:10PM] You: U HV A CAT???? omg. send pics now.

[06:11PM] You: my day was great, thanks for asking. i had lunch w a co-worker

[06:16PM] Satan: Album - Video

[06:16PM] Satan: His name is Mr Bubbles.

You opened the video and immediately let out a squeal. This had already made your day a hundred times better. You couldn’t believe that Mr. Stick Up His Ass had such an adorable cat.

[06:18PM] Satan: That’s nice. What did you eat for lunch?

[06:18PM] You: OMG! hes so cute!

[06:19PM] You: wait lol is that why ur email is mrbubbleslover

[06:20PM] Satan: Smart. I use his name for my personal email.

[06:22PM] You: thats so cute lol

With a smile creeping on your face, the conversation between Satan and you continues throughout your commute home. Without even realising it, you had already arrived at your apartment.

Friday evening finally rolled around. The week had passed in a blur and the only thing that kept you sane was the daily reprieve when Satan texted you. It was on a fast track to becoming your favourite part of the day. Feeling generous, you decided to stop by Simeon’s office on your way out to bless him with your presence.

“Simeon!” You flung the door open with a dramatic gasp, “Wanna come with me tonight?”

The office was as pristine as ever. The colour-coded filing cabinet was pulled open as Simeon rummaged through it to search for a document. His office always reminds you of a hospital, with the bitter hint of antiseptic lingering in the air. You had previously complained about the smell but he was adamant in disinfecting his office every few hours to not bring any germs home.

Without looking up, Simeon answers. “I can’t, I have to take care of Luke.”

Simeon doesn’t even need to check. As always, the only possible person who would disturb him at this hour was you.

“You’re giving up a chance to go out with me for a puppy?” You say, pouting from your position in the doorway. The answer was expected, Simeon was the kind of person who would rather spend time indoors with his pet than out at a bar.

“Boringg.” You droned, still intent on teasing him.

“Unfortunately, Luke is still young and I would hate to leave him alone on a Friday night,” Simeon quipped back, sliding an unimpressed look your way. You heaved your bag higher up on your shoulder as you sighed, realising it was a lost cause.

“Fine, I’ll leave first then. See you.” Simeon just waves you off, as he continues in his work.

With his dismissal, you quickly exit the office – thankfully not bumping into anyone you know. The employees at this company were talkative. Once, you had spent a whole hour stuck in a conversation with your superior in the lift lobby. Simeon had just given you a pitiful look as he walked past you to leave.

On the commute home, you spent time doing your daily catch-up with Satan. You had learned much about the once-elusive man. You could rattle off a whole list – he had six brothers and a half-sister, he likes green, he’s an acclaimed professor with multiple degrees, the list just goes on. It’s a given that he knows as much about you too.

Briefly, you wonder if this little transactional relationship was spiraling into something bigger.

[06:13PM] Satan: Stay safe while clubbing.

[06:22PM] You: aye, aye sir

For the next hour or so, you spent your time getting ready as you waited for Yuki to arrive at your apartment to pick you up. You couldn’t tell if you were nervous. The clubbing scene has long ceased to be familiar to you – it was also the first time since the start of your previous relationship.

A chime sounds throughout the room and you struggle to put on your pair of heels. The incessant chiming of the doorbell alerts you to the urgency of the person on the other side of the door.

“Stop trying to break my doorbell.” You huffed.

“Sorry.” The amusement on Yuki’s face says otherwise.

You wait for her to lead the way but she pauses to glance down at you approvingly. “You look insane.” She remarks before tugging you by the hand, uncaring even as you stumble shakily down the hallway.

What an impatient woman.

“You could just say I look good.” You retort.

Yuki just laughs in response. The conversation between both of you flows easily from there and before you know it, you have arrived at the place.

Sensing your apprehension, Yuki slows down while approaching the table, giving you a chance to gather your composure together. You slide your palm up and down your thighs, to try and fend off the tension building up within you, in a sort of comforting motion.

A chortle of greetings rings throughout the table. There was a flurry of motion and suddenly, you were no longer standing but sitting by an acquaintance’s side. Both of you exchanged pleasantries, and time seemed to pass quickly.

At some point, drinks started coming out. With a couple of drinks in your system, you began to open up, your past inhibitions forgotten. For the most part, you bitch about your superiors, your stupid ex, and then for some reason, you brought up Satan.

Another couple of drinks blurs your judgment and suddenly, you get an intense urge to check in on him. With enough liquid courage and cheering from your friends, you whipped out your phone to draft a text.

[11:50PM] You: hi

[11:50PM] You: imisyyou

[11:52PM] You: hAHHA u knowwwww

[11:55PM] You: urrrrrrrrrr xtee

[11:56PM] You: cue

[12:01AM] You: cute**********

Satan is never awake at this time so you don’t expect to receive a reply. Instead, you shove your phone back into your pocket and return to the conversation at hand, enjoying the company of your friends and the thrill of the weekend.

You shouldn’t have drank so much. The raging headache that greets you when you wake up the next day felt almost like an assassination attempt. It was supposed to be a nice, chill, relaxing Saturday morning for you to sleep in. Yet, the saliva pooling in your mouth tells you otherwise.

“Yuki…I’m going to kill you…” You garble into your pillow, forcing yourself to sit up while you fight back the urge to vomit. The conscious realisation that it must be afternoon dawns late on you when you notice the sun high up in the sky through the open curtains.

You rubbed your eyes with one hand as you reached out a hand to blindly feel around the bed for your phone. The brightness of your phone temporarily stole your vision as you let out a grunt, waiting for your eyes to adjust.

[08:10AM] Satan: ?

[08:10AM] Satan: Are you drunk?

[08:11AM] Satan: Did you get back safely?

[08:40AM] You have one missed call from Satan

[08:45AM] Satan: I presume you must still be sleeping or hungover. Let me know if you’re safe once you see this message.

Mortified doesn’t even begin to describe the rollercoaster of emotions that you are feeling. Was it possible for you to move abroad to a place where nobody would find you? You searched up the cost of moving abroad to a distant village and were sorely disappointed by the sheer amount.

[03:01PM] You: hi

[03:03PM] You: i was drunk, im so sorry

[03:04PM] You: i didnt mean to send all that

[03:04PM] You: pls accept my apologies and if possible, erase this from ur memory pls

Satan comes online almost immediately.

Satan is typing…

[03:05PM] Satan: I’m glad to hear you’re safe.

[03:05PM] Satan: It’s nice to know that you think I’m cute though :)

You drop your phone.

[03:05PM] Satan: Have you eaten or drank any water? Hydration is very important after a whole night of drinking.

You scramble to grab your phone, looking back at the message again. The dull thudding in your head becomes distant as you stare at the text.

[03:10PM] You: ah yes, thank u for reminding me to drink water haha

Your fingers are still trembling as the next message comes in with a ding.

[03:12PM] Satan: Do you have time tomorrow? I discovered this new cafe known for their bubble tea and sandwiches. Are you free to accompany me?

[03:12PM] Satan: Location sent

You screenshot the message with bated breath and send it to Yuki.

[03:13PM] yuki <3333: GIRL WTF

[03:13PM] yuki <3333: IS HE ASKING U ON A DATE

[03:13PM] You: thats what i wanted to ask u…

[03:14PM] yuki <3333: I THINK SO?? JUST ACCEPT AND GO

You swiped back on the chat with Satan, unsure fingers hovering over the keyboard.

If it was a date, you honestly weren’t sure if you were ready for it. The heartbreak from your previous relationship was still fresh. It’s only been about a week since you got dumped.

[03:20PM] You: maybe not tomorrow :<

[03:21PM] You: i already have plans w my friends :’)

[03:21PM] You: maybe another time?

You shoved your phone in the pile of blankets watching as the screen lit up, probably from a reply from Satan. The dull thudding in your head had come back in full force as you gazed up at the ceiling.

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| PART ONE | PART TWO | MASTERLIST

#reader is an overthinker (unfortunate)#satangwrites #satangwrites: lucky strike!#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me nightbringer #obey me swd #shall we date om #obey me satan x you #satan x reader #obey me satan #satan #obey me x reader #obey me x you

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six-eyed-samurai · 2 months ago

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SUMMARY: Hitoshi has never been so annoyed by his new cat stealing your attention from him and ruining all your dates. A/N: I'M SO SORRY I LET THIS COOK IN MY DRAFTS FOR SO LONG AND I GOT LAZY AT THE END @/katsukistofu anyways, actual A/N: the cat's name can be interpreted as a reference to the Apothecary Diaries or a pun on meowing or in Chinese literally catcat WARNINGS: Mentions of poop (it's cat, what'd you expect) and probably very OOC Hitoshi (forgive me I haven't finished MHA)

Hitoshi wanted to throttle everyone in the room and then himself. Not the best way to start your mornings.

“Everyone in the room” was actually just his cat. Of course you could count Eri and Aizawa downstairs but in truth the only one Hitoshi wanted to actually (not really) throttle was the cat. Possibly himself later too when you inevitably get mad/laugh at him.

He doubted the cat in question knew that though. Or if Maomao knew that she didn't care. Hitoshi side eyes her from the mirror, still in the process of getting ready. She continues her washing on his bed, either very obliviously or very smugly.

Hitoshi liked cats. Loved and adored them, in fact. But ever since THIS particular, traitorous feline waltzed into his life he might make an exception.

It probably started when he introduced Maomao to you. He'd been pretty worried to how his new pet would take to you, because if his beloved girlfriend and precious cat didn't get along he'd get another reason for insomnia. Thankfully however, you had immediately fallen for the innocent-looking Calico, getting on your knees at once to pet and coo and fawn over her. Maomao, in turn, ate it up and made a huge racket when you had to leave eventually. So far, so good - until Maomao decided to subsequently betray the one who had adopted her and be a gigantic (beep)block.

Only Eri believed him when he was complaining about how every time he tried to cuddle you, bam, Maomao was there to yowl and get in between. Wanna kiss? Um, no, Maomao just had to run into your legs and beg for head pats. Close the door and sleep without her? Nah, no, nope, she stayed outside wailing and scratching. Enjoy a movie night? Haha, Maomao thought not, so of course she tipped over the popcorn bowl on purpose, right?!

One time Hitoshi gave you a kitty plushy that resembled Maomao. The cat in question (jealously, he swore to the wide eyed Eri) stole it and it still hadn't been found; she took a dump right beside her litter box to be petty as well.

You ate it up. You succumbed to her cute, beseeching eyes to hug HER (and not him), let her get in the middle of you two on the couch (you even shooed him away to make room) and the audacity! You always complained if he took up most of the blanket you two were sharing, and when Maomao hogged up everything? You let her.

He couldn't believe how you utterly believed the cat's obviously jealous, possessive nature. The nerve of Maomao, to steal his girlfriend when he was the one to rescue her!

While Eri believed him completely, no matter how cute she was it wasn't going to give him much credibility.

Therefore, as Hitoshi suspiciously watched Maomao saunter out of his bedroom, he was going to come up with a plan to FINALLY get some long overdue kisses, dates and affection from you without Maomao interrupting.

STEP 1: Begin by showing the cat who's boss.

Hitoshi glared viciously at the creature who had first crawled in between you and him, therefore interrupting yet another cuddle session before demanding you to go get her some more treats as if he hadn't just fed her an hour ago. To top it off Maomao was now triumphantly meowing at him and pawing at the plushy you had gifted him.

“You're not getting that. You might have my own girlfriend wrapped around your paw but you and I know what you're REALLY like.” Hitoshi wondered if his mind control extended to animals, particularly the one now hissing at his reluctance to hand over the plushy.

“First you steal my girl and now you want my plush? That's low, even for you.” The cat's eyes widened innocently as Hiroshi's narrowed. “Let's not forget who rescued you from the streets, Mao. Or who's been changing your kitty litter, feeding you or bought you all those toys. Remember I'M the one paying for all your vet and grooming visits. So the least you can do is at least let me enjoy one movie night with my girlfriend, thanks, instead of hogging up everything.”

Huh. He didn't actually think that would work. Maomao looked disdainful but trotted away.

You reappeared, holding a bowl of popcorn and setting down a bowl of Maomao’s cat food. “Hey, where'd she go?”

“Somewhere.” Somewhere where she was probably throwing a tantrum, Hitoshi meant, but he grabbed you and managed to spend a pleasant two hours getting snuggled and teasing you about your overreactions to the movie.

Then Maomao jumped on him and spilt the leftover popcorn everywhere before walking off proudly.

STEP 2: Attempt to appease your feline by providing them with more affection, food and playtime. Your cat may simply be feeling left out.

In other words, bribery was his next method.

Bribery and spoiling, really. For the next three days Hitoshi did his utmost best - Maomao was fed nothing but her favourites, Hitoshi bought her a new toy which they spent countless hours playing with, he let her nap in his bed, Eri helped him pick out a new collar, blah blah blah. Everyone absolutely showered Maomao with attention and affection. So far she seemed very pleased with herself, strutting her around with her tail swishing and purring loudly for all to hear.

Surely, surely, she wouldn't mess with the study session you and him were going to have, right? Right?

Hitoshi was beginning to believe that as time passed; the both of your heads were bent forward, trying to make sense of maths. The click of pens, the flipping of pages, the crunch of your third bag of chips were the only sounds around. He wasn't worried about Maomao’s silence either - she couldn't possibly be causing trouble while sleeping in a patch of sunlight.

“I think we did a pretty good job, ‘Toshi.” You stretched your arms, yawning exaggeratedly. “Not to be lazy but I really want a snack. Something grape flavoured.”

Hitoshi raised his eyebrows, lifting his eyes away from his essay. “No.”

“Oh come on, don't act like you're not hungry, I heard your stomach growling-”

“No as in I know exactly what “snack” you want. Enough eating those grape gummies. You're addicted.”

“Hitoshi!” You whined. “Stop outing me!”

In the end you both compromised with a bag of sour cream chips each, no sharing. Well, no sharing from your end, really - Hitoshi gave in with a sigh as you leaned towards him with puppy dog eyes when your bag empties, feeding you the chips. Maomao awakens and decides to drop by, meowing for the crumbs as well. Hitoshi shoos her away from his books, informing her she’s already eaten and he wasn’t even sure if cats could eat sour cream. Maomao sulks when he gives the chip she wanted to you instead.

But it turns out it’s Hitoshi that’s left sulking as Maomao leaps onto the table and knocks over his coffee all over the desk and steals the chips. While he won’t admit it to you or Maomao or anyone - yes he’s concerned about the sour cream thing and wasted half an hour researching if his stupid cat was going to be okay.

STEP 3: If that fails try asking someone else to care for your cat while you both are away.

“Don’t forget to feed Maomao, she’s not supposed to have-”

“Hitoshiiii! I know!” Eri makes a face, hugging the cat close to her chest as she rolls her eyes and pouts. “Trust me, Maomao’s my cat as well!”

“Yeah, but you’re still taking her to your friend’s house, so I don’t want anyone getting into trouble.”

“Quit being a worrywart! Go have fun with your loooooooover!”

“You know what, the faster you leave, the happier I’ll be,” Hitoshi grumbled, pushing Eri out of the door gently to where Aizawa was waiting impatiently. “Shoo, homewrecker.”

“Bye, Hitoshi!”

“Good riddance.” He gives her a side hug anyway. Maomao hisses, annoyed she was being forced to leave. Hitoshi paid her no mind, seeing as she had been throwing hissy fits all day as if she knew you were coming and Maomao wouldn't be around.

You come over soon, exclaiming over the loss of his cat’s company, but you get over it quickly. You both have the house to yourself, after all, and the freedom to do whatever you wanted until Aizawa came back. Hitoshi's guardian needn't have been suspicious of you both getting up to no good however; you both wound up wasting most of your time making dinner - a shockingly complicated recipe you had insisted on.

“I'll bring the ingredients, you don't have to worry about anything!”

Pfft, yeah right, now he has to worry about the mess you’re - fine, you both are - making in the kitchen. The floor’s all wet, the sink is overflowing, it’s a literal water park. The recipe wasn’t even halfway done yet.

“You know what, I’m going to get a mop, you can continue with - whatever it is you’re doing.” Hitoshi pinches the bridge of his nose in mock exasperation. You roll your eyes but agree, huffing as you push your sleeves back again.

“By the way, where’s Maomao?”

“Eri took her to a sleepover. Didn’t think she liked that idea much though.”

“Real! Maomao only ever wants to be with you,” you laughed.

“Nah, more like you,” Hitoshi grumbled. “She’s never happy when she’s not there and you are.”

“Mhm, you’re-” You’re cut off by Hitoshi’s unexpected yelp and the clanging coming from the bathroom where he’s gone to go fetch the mop. Dropping whatever you’re holding you rush over there in a panic. “Toshi! Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, that stupid cat took a shit here!”

“Isn’t she toilet trained? Did you step on- Oh god. You stepped on it.”

“Stop laughing at me!”

Even gone the blasted cat still managed to ruin a date. Hitoshi fumed silently.

STEP 4: Still unsuccessful? Try giving them a new friend, as they might be acting out from loneliness.

This particular method, unfortunately, quickly backfired on him.

“Aw look! They’re playing together, Jirou!”

“Huh, didn’t think Sora was capable of playing gently. She nearly gave Kaminari a heart attack jumping at him the other day.”

“Hey! Jirooooouuuuuu!”

“No, wait, Maomao, don’t do that!”

“Sora stop barking so loudly-”

Hitoshi’s overly exaggerated groan is barely heard over the din. His head lolled back, staring up at the sky. “Are we biking or not at this rate?”

Not that anyone heard him. You’re too preoccupied with cooing over Maomao, Jirou and her boyfriend Kaminari Denki trying to get their new puppy to stop eating rocks. It was supposed to be a biking-trip-at-the-park-double-date, for heaven’s sake, how did it spiral into this?

Maomao pawed at his leg. Hitoshi tilted his head back forward to glare half-heartedly at her. “You’re lucky you’re so cute. It’s your fault again.”

He’s even more offended when Maomao opts to sit in YOUR bicycle basket rather than his. Denki’s - traitorous friend that he is - snickering at him before Sora pees on his shoe.

STEP 5: As a last resort, consider punishing the kitten. Do not give them attention in any way. It is called the time out corner for a reason.

“Where’s Maomao?”

“Pay no attention to her.” Hitoshi burrowed deeper into your neck, his tone a request. “She’s being punished right now.”

“…for what?”

“A lot of things.”

“Like?”

“….every time you come she steals your attention. Just let me enjoy this.” Hitoshi’s voice holds the smallest hint of a whine. You mentally stored that away. “She was meowing at the door waiting for you at 3 in the morning!”

You twirl a strand of his purple hair, barely hiding your smirk. Ah, so all along…”Is that bad your cat loves me more than she loves you?”

“I adopted her!”

“Oh my god. You really are jealous of your cat.” You couldn’t help it. You collapsed on your side, crying with mirth. Hitoshi sits up straight, insulted, taking a cushion off the couch to smack you with.

“Stop that! I’m not!”

“Say that again; you’re not even convincing yourself!” Oh god, this made so much sense. You wiped at your streaming eyes, coughing up the last of the laughter. “No wonder you were - I can’t - this is too funny - I thought you were acting a little weird the past fortnight - oh my god -”

“Fine, fine, stop laughing! I was jealous! There, I said it, you happy?”

“But why?” You fondly pulled your dumbass of a boyfriend closer, squishing his cheek. Even sulky he was still cute.

“She keeps interrupting our dates.” Hitoshi’s voice is already muffled by your clothes but his muttering makes it worse.

“…”

“No.”

“….”

“STOP LAUGHING!”

“In all seriousness, Toshi, you could’ve just told me. We’ll remake all the dates without Maomao this time, alright? Swear on my life.” You even hold up a pinky.

His own grudgingly raises and locks it around yours.

“You can let Maomao out of punishment now.”

“Eh, no. She’s actually there because she scratched Aizawa’s car today.”

Alternatively, you could always just tell your girlfriend you’re jealous of the cat because the cat’s jealous of you both. She will immediately rush to reassure you and provide you with the much-craved, long-awaited affection you both had been denied by the cat.

Side effects, however, include providing her and everyone else with enough ammunition to tease you with for the next decade.

“Wait, Hitoshi was jealous of a cat?” Denki’s practically howling. Jirou sniggers quietly. “Does this mean he’s a pus-”

“Stop talking.”

Jirou nods appreciatively. “Now I wish i had mind control when it comes to this idiot.”

#Sunny's Works #hitoshi shinsou x y/n #hitoshi shinsou x reader #hitoshi shinsou x you #mha x reader #shinsou x reader #shinsou x you #shinsou x y/n #this might be my last work in a while because i've got exams coming up #goodbye world it's the end

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xagave · 9 months ago

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Absolutely, get ready for BABIES. The oldest foster we have right now is Lazarus who we got when he was 3 months old from a hoarding case. He had an extremely bad case of herpes that almost killed him and it turns out he has a really bad immune system so he's always getting sick. He's about 8 months old now and he's sort of a long term foster because he currently has FIP and treatment requires one shot every day for 80 days minimum. The meds are a bit expensive so shameless plug but if anyone wants to help us pay for the meds my wife's ko-fi is here

Here he is the day we brought Lazarus home ^

And here he is now! His FIP treatment is going very well so far ^ Our second oldest are Penny and Kazoo. We got Penny when she was 5 weeks old from a guy whose dog brought her home in his mouth (she was fine the dog was gentle.) We got Kazoo when he was 10 days old from some dudes in the next town over who didn't have time to bottlefeed a newborn. Kazoo is 2 weeks older than Penny and they became best friends!!

10 day old Kazoo and 5 week old Penny ^

Kazoo and Penny now ^

Kazoo and Penny at an adoption event ^ We're having a hard time finding them a home because we refuse to split up bonded pairs

Penny playing in the tub lol ^ Next are a batch of kittens we got from an irresponsible breeder who was fine with letting kittens get sick and starve to death. We originally only got 2 of them when they were 3 days old (breeder let mom cat get sick and die because she didn't want to pay for vet care and tried to pawn the babies off on the other nursing moms and it didn't work out) and they were born premature so they had a lot of health problems. They had rhinovirus and coccidia and the little brown kitten had an umbilical hernia that then became septic and THEN she started getting big pockets of infection in random places like under her chin and in her toes? But we managed to get them healthy and fat and thriving. My wife was able to convince the breeder to give us the remaining kittens 3 days ago and they're half the size of our first two because they've been sick and slowly starving this entire time (they're now 5 weeks old). They're still really sick and have Poop Liquid Until You Die disease so it's not fun on our end but we're working hard on getting them fat and healthy. They don't really have official names but we've been calling them Zoosmell Pooplord, Insufferable Prick, Flighty Broad, Farmstink Butlass, and Huss lol

The first two nuggets ^

They were sooooooo small ^

Finally fat and healthy at 3 weeks old! ^

The full litter now at 5 and a half weeks old ^

Comparison pic ^. Right kitten is the nugget we've had since he was 3 days old and left kitten is his brother who the breeder just now let us take. It's hard to tell with the fluff but he's borderline skeletal :( Next is a 3 month old kitten that a foster brought to an adoption event who was very clearly sick. Skinny and lethargic with a bad coccidia infection so we took him home that day 1.5 weeks ago and also sent the foster person home with some medicine to fix the coccidia in their other kittens. We've been calling him Christmas Tree Boy cause he's always got a poofy tail or Poop Boy because he hates sharing litter boxes and keeps pooping in random corners 😒 Didn't take long to get him healthy so this weekend he's getting yeeted into another adoption event and whoever adopts him needs to give special attention to his Litter Box Needs

^ He's very cute and loves playing with our other fosters but for the love of god we are TIRED of his Poop Surprises Someone who adopted a bonded trio from us a few months ago is returning them to us tomorrow because their fiance is allergic, so as of tomorrow we will have 12 fosters in our house. Sounds like a lot but we've had 30+ foster kittens crammed in here at the same time so it's a breath of fresh air in comparison💀

Edit: Not a foster kitten but honorable mention to my new betta who I named Gemini because You Know Why

He has a 5 gallon tank all to himself but I don't have a pic of him in it cause he's shy and he hides lol but it's the one behind the cup. Aiming to give him live plants soon

#p #peak kitten season is hell on earth this is NOTHING in comparison

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berylcups · 1 month ago

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What creeps out La Squadras the most???

CW: Bug mention, MANstruation, poo poo, social anxiety, clowns

Notes: all phobias are valid no matter how "Silly"! I'm afraid of spiders, most bugs, thunderstorms, using the telephone, and big doggos. Most of the stuff below is me self projecting lmao. This is meant to be something silly for the spooky season. I am also going to do a serious deep dive on the boys and serious phobias so look forward to that later (If you're cool with that, Im going to get DEEP-DEEP) Lets share our silly fears with our favorite boys! 💜 Beryl

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What’s one “silly” fear they have: House Centipedes - this big man… hates house centipedes with a PASSION. If he finds one in the room he must destroy it immediately. Don’t tell him that they are beneficial—he doesn’t care. They are already dead before you can even finish your lecture.

How do they cope with this fear: He tries to keep his home tidy by not letting having those critters a place to hide. He doesn’t leave laundry on the floor and dusts under furniture frequently. Nothing more than four limbs are allowed to be in his space or face death from the leader of the hitman team!

How did this fear develop: As a young teen he was a bit of a messy boy. Leaving laundry and drink cans and dirty plates around his room. Of course these critters show up in all types of homes but… he was sound asleep on his bed until he felt a tickling sensation on his face… He gently slapped it thinking it was his Nonnas cat pestering him to wake up. But he did not feel a paw but a buggy like object on his face. He jumped and slapped it away to see in horror—a house centipede badly beaten on his bed scurrying back into the chaotic mess of his room! Only his nonna ever heard his terrified screams and took it to the grave with her when she passed from old age…

Formaggio

What’s one “silly” fear do they have: self flushing public toilets - why are they flushing when he isn’t done pooping?! He hasn’t even got to wipe yet! That’s sooooo rude! He wants to flush on his own accord—he needs a reliable lever so he can courtesy flush when things get noisy. 😬 you can’t do that with a self flushing toilet… that and the unexpected flush jumpscares him.

How do they cope with this fear: I don’t know if you can call it “coping” but he always goes to the bathroom at home before he goes anywhere! But God forbid if he has an emergency, he scopes out the toilets beforehand. If it’s automatic then well…his colon is just going to have to hold it! Because he ain’t going in there to get jumpscared by an auto toilet. 🚽😭

How did this fear develop: He had to go to the bathroom while he was shopping at the local supermarket and duty called. Some little bastard kid shoved a bunch of paper towels down the toilet before him and when he got to use it—it flushed when he was half way done and clogged up with dirty toilet water backing up with the toilet still trying to flush again and again. Let’s just say he had to throw his shoes out and he never went to that supermarket out of embarrassment EVER AGAIN.

Illuso

What’s one “silly” fear do they have: talking on the telephone- how am I supposed to know if the guy on the other line doesn’t have me on speaker and is just making fun of me for not knowing what to say?! This guy doesn’t know how to make a doctors appointment without sounding stupid. (Same Lulu same) He’s so bad that he needs a ambulance just for calling for an ambulance! That’s how stressed he gets about using the phone.

How do they cope with this fear: Lulu mentally rehearses what he’s going to say inside his head over and over again until he feels he’s absolutely ready to make that phone call. What about taking phone calls? Surprisingly, he doesn’t have a problem with that—if he gets uncomfortable he just hangs up. 😅 But 90% of the time he just doesn’t answer unless they leave a voicemail.

How did this fear develop: …have you ever tried to make a phone call??? That shit is scary. You don’t need a traumatic experience to fear phone calls! Phone scams, prank calls, weird perverts saying gross shit, organizations asking for donations??? I think I rest my case.

Pesci

What’s one “silly” fear do they have: pool drains- have you seen those things? They have an ominous aura to them and look like if you put your butt on the drain it will suck all of your insides out. 😨 they also make creepy sucking noises… 👀

How do they cope with this fear: He knows how to swim but he tries to stay towards the shallow side of the pool where the pool drain isn’t there. There’s not much to do to cope with this odd fear other than to mentally overcome or just avoid it. But one thing you can assure him though that the drain is not going to suck his insides out. 😅

How did this fear develop: He submitted to his own curiosity and went underwater in the deep end of the pool and sat on the pool drain. His friends said it felt funny and they were correct! When it was time to come back up for air his swimming shorts string got stuck in the drain! He tugged and tugged and got it out in time but that was really scary and could have been really bad.

Prosciutto

What’s one “silly” fear do they have: clowns- thank the lort he didn’t live to see the clown outbreak in 2016…he isn’t afraid persay, he just experiences extreme secondhand embarrassment just by glancing at one. You’re shoving your face into a pie, wearing gaudy makeup, and mismatched clothes while acting like a jackass?

How do they cope with this fear: It’s not hard for him to cope with this. Where are you going to find a clown??? If another clown outbreak happens he’ll just age them all to death. No biggie. That’s what you get for being a clown! Now gtfo you’re an embarrassment to humanity!

How did this fear develop: He remembers seeing a clown at a circus as a kid. Good ol animal abuse, acrobatics, and a weird guy in multicolored mismatched clothes trying waaaay too hard to make Pros laugh. All it did was make him cringe… he had no sense of humor as a kid either. But to be fair-I personally don’t like clowns either.

Melone

What’s one “silly” fear do they have: sloths- they’re slow…so slow. And they have blank expression even though they’re smiling. To Mel, it’s like a smile of a serial killer. No thoughts… only murder. Of course sloths are not like that, don’t be silly! Melone just can’t help but get the creeps from those animals!

How do they cope with this fear: Melone is probably the only one who copes by the book. CBT therapy self help books helped him with his odd mistrust of Sloths. He still gets a tingle down the spine if he makes eye contact with one though. It’s like they’re staring into his soul…

How did this fear develop: Going to the zoo with his mom as a child, he noticed how fucking weird sloths looked. That and how slowly they moved. Also that a couple of them made full eye contact with him and it made him very uncomfortable. The animal just feels unnatural to him. There’s not a really good explanation for his weird fear… he just doesn’t like them!

Ghiaccio

What’s one “silly” fear do they have: Cotton balls- he can’t STAND how they feel, the way they sound. The way the Feel in your mouth at the dentist office stealing all your moisture. HELL NO. Ghia will gladly drool all over the place instead of having those cotton packs anywhere near him. And don’t get him even STARTED on tampons 🤢

How do they cope with this fear: He just doesn’t buy it. It’s not really a fear, but an intolerance—a HATRED of the fiber. He won’t cope—he refuses to cope! You can take that cotton and shove it up your dry asshole!

How did this fear develop: have you ever had an ear infection and had cotton put inside your ear? THE FUCKING NOISE IT MAKES—! Oh and try shoving a dry tampon up your dry hole because you felt the cramps coming on but you wanted to swim laps in the pool with your best friend! It’s fucking awful!

#jjba part 5 #la squadra #la squadra esecuzioni #jjba risotto #jjba formaggio #jjba illuso #jjba pesci #jjba prosciutto #jjba melone #jjba ghiaccio #jojo risotto #jojo formaggio #jojo illuso #jojo pesci #jojo prosciutto #jojo melone #jojo ghiaccio

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thisonesock · 10 months ago

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Headcanons for Lucifer and his animal forms

When he’s sad or has a bad mental health day he likes to go in his snake form and hiding in tight spots, curling himself together

Occasionally he takes a poop on Alastors shoulder in his bird form

Charlie loved to ride on him in his horse form when she was a child. He sometimes offers that to her in the present as well

He likes to fly as a bird around in the pride ring. Hardly anyone recognizes him that way and he gets out of the house without being noticed

Sometimes he transforms into a deer and just lurks around Alastor, far enough away so the demon spots him and recognizes him, but can’t actually reach him (Alastor sitting in his radio tower, looking down and see a fucking deer on the other side on the street)

When he has a meltdown in public he transforms into a mouse or something small to hide in Charlie’s pockets or in her hair

He can transform into a fly. Remember that one annoying fly in your bedroom when you try to sleep, always flying near your ear? That’s him! (can totally see him wrecking Alastor that way)

Lucifer transforming into something big like a bear, just to bitchslap Alastor someone

He transforms into a duck and hides between his rubber ducks

Hide and Seek with Lucifer sucks

Once he transformed into a cat, but since KeeKee got wrong ideas about that, he never did it again and never mentioned it again

He transformed into a pig to get a deeper connection with fat nuggets

#hazbin hotel #hazbin lucifer #lucifer hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar #rubber duckie bro #headcanon #shapeshifter #animals #lucifer protection squad #alastor #Charlie #fat nuggets #keekee #want to see more of his shapeshifting in the second season

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kusakiguzen · 5 months ago

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PLEASE HELP CAT OWNERS😭😭

PLEASE TELL ME HOW I SHOULD STOP MY CAT FROM POOPING AND PEEING LITRALLY EVERYWHERE😭😭

ANY ADVICE WOULD BE HELPFUL. (they have a liter box and its cleaned everyday)

they are way to close to be sent to a shelter

PLEASE HELP

I forgot to mention i have 2 female cats

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keeira · 24 days ago

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Happy Halloween!

Hello, @sup-its-cat! Forgive my tardiness, some things came up last minute but I am here at last! I was your secret skeleton but surprisingly enough not the person who messaged you with asks haha! I hope you enjoy my attempt of messing your versions of the DCA and your Y/N into a little story ;v; let me know if you want to know what happens in the event but I'll have to revisit that if your interested. I am pooped T~T

Happy Spooky season! Here is gift c:

Bloodshot Eyes and Candy Lies

Word count: 2936

Formatting lost by tumblr :( Typo go brr

“Sun,” they whisper-shouted to Sun from the security desk, their giddy smile finding itself unable to contain the excited outburst, “come here when you can.”

The solar bot’s rays twitched, something they’ve picked up as acknowledgement from the bot when he’s unable to give them his attention. The kids were all but absorbed with finishing their snacks with a few wolfing them down in an attempt to get back to free play, much to Sun’s distaste. It never failed to make them snicker when the well fabled ‘no, no, no!” escaped their friends' voice box upon witnessing a kid shove an entire package of carrots into his mouth before tearing into the play structures at full speed. They kicked themselves out of their chair, leaving their phone on the desk before taking over supervision of the remaining children at the tables.

The world couldn’t convince them to trade this job. Even Ethan throwing up on their clothes three times in the same day couldn’t deter them! Okay, maybe they don’t wish for that event again, but the fact still stands that each kid gave them so much more to work for. Not to mention the biggest shared smile they cherished above all else. Sun approached with Caleb in hand, fingers coated in kiddie slobber as he clenched onto the remnants of barely chewed carrots.

“Are you sure you got all of those carrots,” they grinned watching the bot tap his hand over the trash can to dispose of the chunky, orange mush and only pausing for a moment to shoot them a dim-eyed look.

“Certain,” Sun’s voice sang, “I even checked the cheeks for stowaway sticks! Now if you could fetch him an additional package, I would greatly appreciate it.”

“You’re the boss, Sun man,” their finger guns were not responded to, however not unnoticed as yet another twang of sun rays was more than enough to snicker at.

Aside from having to sit and watch Caleb eat his carrot slowly, and Anne crying about wanting pears instead of apples, the rest of snack time went without incident. Most kids have turned and taken off into the play structures, the others occupying themselves with their crafts projects from the morning and wanting to create more of the activity Sun planned for them. They found themselves trailing outside the structures, keeping an eye on the eager kids playing hide and tag inside. It was a staple game the kids enjoyed, along with freeze tag of course.

“Well don’t keep me in suspense, friend,” Sun found a footfall beside them, his optics rapidly scanning the play area, “what did you need me for earlier?”

“Management agreed to the event,”

“They did?!” the attendant spared a momentary glance upon them before rapidly jerking his head towards the right to something they couldn’t have heard, “You always seem to impress, Storm Cloud.”

“What can I say,” their hand flew to their chest as they threw their head back, “I really am amazing, aren’t I Sunspot?”

“Annnnnd, it's all gone to that head of yours. When can we start planning?”

“Already ahead of you. I’ve got the ideas all written down from the other night with Moon. All I gotta do is plan everything and make sure it adheres to Fazbear standards and we’ll be trick or treating around the plex in no time.” They grinned as Sun’s rays spun with unspoken excitement, “I’ll have it done before the next naptime is even close to over."

And that they did, with Moon’s enthusiastic help of course. They would use the costume boxes in the theater to dress the kids into costumes before bringing them trick or treating around the pizzaplex with the other older kids. It would be a difficult ask to request management allow sun roam outside of the daycare boundaries but he would be their best eye on the younger kids. They even added that they could recruit a staff bot to be a line leader dressed with some sun ray headband they sold upstairs. And after a nap, the kids could have some of their candy and Halloween themed snacks for a kid-friendly Halloween movie. They would absolutely adore it! Not to mention the parents would be thrilled to hear their little kids still got to trick or treat on Halloween.

They submitted the email with Moon, the giddiness overtaking the pair in excited hushed whispers and theorizing how to set up the snack tables to host the assortment of snacks they would put together for the kids. A toddler girl sat up, catching Moon and their attention as the lunar bot all but gilded beside her within an instant. Her eyes were wide, welling up with fresh tears and choked cries as she clutched to Moon with all the strength her tiny hands could muster.

Nightmares tended to spike around this time of year, Sophie’s older brother the most likely culprit with his destructive ‘pranking’ habit. The lull of Moon’s voice box was hypnotic, something he shares only with the kids that wake up this way. He stroked her ruffled blonde hair away from her tears, murmuring about chasing away the evil monsters that scared her with a rhythmic rock of his body. It wasn’t long before his lullabic combined with the faint music of the daycare gently laid her back to the star-stream river of dreams and Moon returned to their side.

“Sophie’s brother has managed to convince her a monster was real,” the tone Moon held was somber, if not minorly aggravated, “and would eat her in her sleep.”

“Kids…” a bit of their mischievous flare ignited in the back of their mind, however the way Moon tensed up as another kid stirred kept their tongue in place, “can be real mean.”

“Her brother should know better.”

“I’m assuming you want me to tell the parents?”

“Every. Last. Detail.”

—

They hadn’t heard back from management that night, Nor did they get work back that weekend, but that was to be expected with their weekday work schedule. Sun had the kids playing with the assortment of board games the daycare had collected whilst they found themself locked in an intense game of charades with a group of older boys. Every buzz from their phone hidden in their pocket sent a rush of adrenaline down their spine. Their fingertips itched at the fabric of their pants and feet tapped in queasy anticipation. Any one of those notifications had to be an email from management. It had to be.

The group held them hostage, having them pretending to be all kinds of shit before the heavenly sound of Sun’s voice graced their eardrums. The kids filed the tables for snack time as they dove behind the security desk and fished their phone from their pocket. Messages, news, updates… Email! Fingers danced across the screen in excitement, the response from management flicking onto the screen in an instant.

Denied.

Plan lacking a clear budget, course of action, planning for supervision, schedule…

Their blood felt like ridged ice crystalized under their skin, growing sharper from the rising list of failed tasks management demanded. There was so much…

Please consult the Fazbear Rules and Guidelines handbook as well as the Event Coordination Handbook copied below. Revise this draft and submit by Friday evening at the latest. Any later submissions will not be accepted due to time constraints.

We appreciate your cooperation,

Eleanor Liza Cirby

Fazbear Entertainment Co.

Bitter was the taste of the spit that stung their mouth. Almost as much as the sting inside from the disappointment. Sure they didn’t dive entirely too deep into Fazbear guidelines outside what they knew, nor were they expecting work of this level to result from a small event. But this amount of miniscule detailing was insane. They could feel the hairs at the base of the neck prickle with the heat of resentment that boiled beneath their skin. Wasn’t planning these kinds of things their jobs? Aren’t they in these positions for exactly this thing?

They should have known better. Fazbear management always has some kind of bullshit hoops that affects everyone but themselves. The daycare children wouldn’t have their Halloween ruined by a greedy company. They dove into their chair pulling up both attachments from Eleanor. If she wants a perfect goal plan, she is gonna get one. And those kids were going to have the best fucking Halloween they could imagine. Suck, they’d finish it tonight just to spite them!

—

It's been two days since they started working on the Halloween event. Their eyes held deep violet wells beneath them, much to Moon’s dismay as he loomed over the computer screen, “you need to sleep. You don’t want to look like a raccoon, do you?”

“I can’t do this right now, Moon.” they mumbled, “this has to be done by Friday.”

The phrase ‘biting off more than you can chew’ was an understatement to the amount of work they uncovered when they first started. Management demanded perfection. In everything. They would finish a task only to review it and find at least eight things that break Fazbear code of conduct or policies. They hated it. God did they fucking hate it.

“You have more than enough time to sleep for a little bit. I have twenty minutes left of nap time and extra mats already set up. I’ll even give your grumpy self some candy before bed,” Moon sang in a teasing manner, grasping their wrist and lightly tugging it away from the keyboard.

“Cut it out!” They snapped. Irritation nipped at the edges of their eyes and clouded over their mind with incessant buzzing, “I have two days to finish this. You can bother me when this is finished.”

They hated the way he recoiled. His eyes dimmed and hand retreated from them as if touching a flame. He was getting on their nerves. Distracting them. The kids were distracting them. If they all could just be quiet for five minutes, maybe they could get something done…

It didn’t help that their roommate kept bothering them at home. They struggled to snag a can of energy they’ve been using to stay away, the contents sloshing against the sides as they downed the rest of the sickly sweet substance, “I’m taking my break.”

Fifteen minutes to run to their car for a cigarette. They needed it. The nerves were too bad. Hands ripped at the car door as they approached it, fishing at the floor for the open pack of cigarettes they bought yesterday already half smoked. They wrestled one from the package, sparking the light a few times before taking a deep inhale that coated the side of their throat and burned their lungs in that familiar buzz. The first drag was really starting to hurt. They hacked gobs of smokey exhale and saliva that rejected the tar like syrup that mixed upon it.

Two days to finish… They were almost done… Two days to finish…

—

Thursday…

Sun was incredibly annoying today. Wouldn’t let them finish anything. Not to talk about Moon harassing them with blankets from beyond the desk. The attendants didn’t have to work on this, nor could they. They furiously typed away at their keyboard, hand bumping into a handful of empty assorted cans meant to keep them awake whilst they emptied the remains of their current pack of cigarettes. They couldn’t remember how many they’ve had…

The second the smoke hit their lungs, they couldn’t help the fit of coughing that erupted from them.

“Hey,” The thing inside tentatively approached, “are you doing…”

What?

Their eyes turned to the figure that hovered above them, bright white eyes and rows of pearly teeth baring at them from beneath curved lips. Their racing heart began to painfully beat in their ears. The buzzing began to ring whilst the creature in front of them grabbed their wrist.

“Don’t touch me!” They screamed, slapping away the claws that threatened to pull them away from the blue light of their computer screen.

Their roommate backed away from Them. Mumbling searing every ripple in their brain. Their eyes drooped again. One thirty two am… Blink. One thirty six. Blink. One thirty eight. Their roommate was gone but the creature remained, flickering in the shadows just out of view. Eyes smoldering and bleeding red. They fished another can from the many packages they purchased… when? They popped the can open and downed a bit of the bitter liquid. The creature was gone.

—

It took them a minute to find their uniform as their alarm blared throughout the room. Little snakes slithered away from their feet as they grabbed a pair of them before sliding them on their feet. The monster was sleeping in its room. They were safe. The spark ignited the happy stick and they happily wheezed that happy gray smoke.

Blink. They were in their car.

Blink. The stoplights have been red for too long.

Blink. The daycare desk is just a few steps away…

The darkness echoed every step they took over the rippling colorful sea. Their feet was sinking into the water, they were moving too slow, the ocean was swallowing them, run, run, run.

Their flailing limbs clattered to the ocean's hard surface, hands flailing for the daycare desk- They were drowning!

Hands dug into the rippling colors beneath them in desperation, the searing pain from the cold water sloshing around their brain with the happy gas.

They gripped the side of the desk and pulled themself to the chair. The ocean was gone and a padded floor remains.

Happy gas… Their hand fished for a cigarette only to find an empty pack.

“No, no, no,” they echoed, “I need to stay awake. I need to finish.”

Their hands plunged into their backpack, the wave of empty cans and packages accompanied by a desperate cry they didn’t recognize coupled with a burning pain in their throat. No happy sticks. Awake. Awake… The can crumpled under the pressure of their convulsing grip while the tab broke off under the desperate rip they made at it.

“No, no, no!”

Red eyes flood their view and claws descent upon their lifeline with a vulture upon prey. The creature- the monster! They wanted them to fail! They screeched at the silvery monster that descended upon them, hands bruising upon its metal body in furious rage. It was killing them. Claws sinking into their stomach as it pushed them to the ground, deep crimson waves spilling from the ribboned flesh seams and their vital organs squashing against in the growing pool that enveloped them.

The monster would come with them. They reached for a dangling… Something of it’s and retched it with all the might they could muster. The clawed hand ripped their hand away, sinking its other hand into the base of their neck. They were choking. The rich, bitter taste overwhelmed their tongue and throat as they violently coughed. The lights above pierced into them despite the shadows creeping in. Their body grew weak.

The creature's claws wretched their mouth open. Dropping in something sickly sweet before holding their mouth shut. It hurt. The way their jagged claws pressed into their cheeks. The rapidly dissolving ball that boiled on their tongue. Their prickling eyes flutter in a desperate attempt to stay open. Stay alive despite the blood that coated them. Where was the backpack on their lap? They needed another… They needed…

—

Their eyes cringed at the blinding light that screamed at their closed eyelids followed by a ferocious headache that echoed off every surface of their brain. Where were they? What were they… The monster! Protesting eyes pried themselves open while desperate hands patted at the nonexistent vital wounds to their abdomen. Holy shit there was no way that was a dream.

“When was the last time you slept?” Sun’s stern voice was unmistakable, dim optics absorbing their cringing form with scrutiny. Every part of their body ached with even the slightest movement, “or had proper food for that matter!”

“Good morning to you too Sunspot,” they croaked, only to wince at the intense dryness that shredded the inside of their throat, “you wouldn’t be too bothered to fetch me a glass of water, would you best buddy?”

Their work was due today.

“Fuck!”

“Language!”

“I have to submit the event plans,” they shot out of the makeshift bed beside the security desk, “shit I wasn’t finished what time is it?”

Two forty eight am. Saturday.

A pit of despair welled up at the base of their throat.

“The event- the kids… How did I get into different clothes? Why? What happened?” Their voice wobbled, desperate eyes capturing Sun’s form with water in hand.

“Drink this.”

“But-”

“No buts!” The daytime attendant tipped the cup to their lips, “Moon and I finished compiling your plans and sent them to management ourselves. We changed your clothes because you needed it. And since you decided to completely neglect yourself to pursue this ridiculous overload of work by yourself, you attacked Moon in a moment of… pure exhaustion.”

There never was any monster. Only Moon’s warm optics and gentle hold as he was desperately forced to get them to sleep.

They opened their mouth to speak but Sun beat them to it, “You should have asked us to help you. This was a careless decision with your life and you treated us poorly because of it.”

“I’m sorry Sun-”

“No sorry.” those pale optics fixated solely upon them as they took a long awaited sip of water, “never do this again."

“I wont…”

#fnaf dca #writing #dcabeeteamh24 #gifto #plz enjoy c:#fnaf

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