#that squeek at the end

[castiel-stark]

Jackles high pitched tone, and butter carved figure, your honour!

[c-schroed]

Sqweek energy

I had a pink eye this week, the first I ever had, and ever since looking in the mirror and seeing my right eye in all its inflammatory glory I can't but think of Sqweek, that one side character in that one Superman: The Animated Series episode:

The right eye is the actual face, the rest of the face does not move. As a child, this at the same time creeped me out and fascinated me more than anything else I saw in Superman TAS.

It's from that double episode where Lobo is paid to bring Supes to a Last of Their Kind zoo. I think I only saw it once, as a child, but the whole thing is hardwired into my brain (it's indeed the only Superman episode I can remember), and I'm pretty sure it's because of this lovely little mindfuck of an alien.

[vivwritesfics]

(Oh My God) They Were Roommates

Chapter Five - One Step Further

Lando Norris and Y/N L/N were teammates. Tension had been between from the minute they started driving together and, when it only got worse, McLaren CEO Zac Brown decides there's only one solution: Have them live together.

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Warnings: blowjob, masturbation, cum swallowing

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Lando Norris was incredibly frustrated.

It wasn't fair, that he had to live with her, in this perpetual state of frustration because she was comfortable enough to walk around in pyjama shorts now.

It wasn't fair, the way she sat almost close enough to touch but he couldn't. He wasn't fair, the way her shirt rode up, revealing everything when she reached for something in the kitchen.

He had to do something about it, because he was suffering.

As he was racing on the sim, on his shitty set up, there was a knock on the door. Y/N pushed it open, holding the doorframe as she leaned forward, into the room. "Want something to eat?" She offered and Lando ended his race several laps early.

He followed her into the kitchen and she passed him a plate of whatever she had made. The two of them sat on the sofa, watching a mindless sitcom as they ate.

This was their normal.

Except, Lando couldn't stop himself from watching her. Shit, she was something else. But Lando didn't want to make any mistakes. As soon as he had eaten, he was back in his bedroom, crashing his McLaren on the sim.

Y/N looked towards his bedroom door, which was partially open, whether he knew it or not, she didn't know.

But she got on with her evening, having a shower, cleaning her teeth and getting into bed.

Oddly enough, the only time Y/N slept well was during a race weekend. When she should have been out of her mind with anxiety, she slept like a baby.

But, in her apartment, she couldn't sleep. She could hear everything from Lando's bedroom, his angry shouts as he gamed, even though he was loud, they were somewhat comforting and did help her to sleep.

This time, though, it wasn't the gaming she was hearing. She knew exactly what it was, but she didn't let it phase her.

There comes a time most nights where Y/N would notice how little she had to drink that day. She was an athlete, staying hydrated was important. But it was so easy to forget to drink, especially with how busy she was.

She pulled herself from beneath the warmth of her covers and walked towards the kitchen. She reached into her cupboard and pulled a large mug from the cupboard.

As she filled it with water, she couldn't hear anything from Lando's room.

But then, as she sipped, she turned on her heel as she sipped the water, and nearly spat it out.

There he was, head thrown back as he gripped his cock. His eyes were shut as he pumped his hand up and down his length and, if she was just a little closer, she was sure she would have heard him moaning.

She placed her water onto the kitchen table and moved closer to his bedroom door, trying to get a better look. She leant against the doorframe, keeping herself hidden from sight.

Not that Lando would have seen her. His eyes were squeezed shut, throat bobbing as he swallowed around his moans.

From her place by the door, she could hear what he was moaning, hear as her name left his lips in breathy moans. "Holy fuck, Y/N," she heard his whisper, gripping himself tighter.

Swallowing the lump in her throat, she took a brave step forward into Landos room. He seemed to hear it as the door squeeked open and the floorboards creaked under her weight.

"Holy fuck, Y/N!" He cried, although his time it wasn't sexy.

With a panicked look in his eye, Lando rushed to turn away from her, to hide his erection. "What the hell are you doing?" He hissed, unable to hide his embarrassment.

But Y/N didn't seem to care. As if in a trance she walked over to him and grabbed a hold of his gaming chair, turning it to face her. She continued looking in his eyes as she got down onto her knees and placed her hands on his thighs.

"W-what're you doing?" He asked again, his voice shaking.

There was no resistance as she pulled his hands away from his erection, letting it spring free. "Are you okay with this?" She whispered, reaching towards him.

Lando nodded his head, letting out a breathy confirmation. His eyes followed her as she reached towards him, her fingers wrapping around him. She pumped her hand once, twice, and moved her face forward, licking him.

He let out a shuddering breath as she wrapped her lips around his tip, swirling her tongue around him. She sucked, just the tip, and Lando uncontrollably bucked his hips, trying to get her take more of him into her mouth.

She obliged, taking him further into her mouth. Her eyes shut for a moment as she choked on his length, but she pushed through it, determined to bring him pleasure. She pulled back, staring into his blue eyes and she licked him again, her tongue following the vein.

"Fuck me, don't stop," he said, his head thrown back as he reached for her head, holding her head as she sucked him again.

Her eyes were shut as she continued to suck, bringing him closer to the edge. Lando couldn't stop himself from lacing his fingers through her hair, moving her up and down as he bucked his hips forward, out of the chair.

Drool ran down her chin as she continued, her hand moving at his base, working in tandem with her mouth. "Fuck, I'm gonna..."

He held her hair, trying to pull her off of him, but Y/N stayed where she was. She continued to suck, bringing him to orgasm.

She held him in her mouth as he came, spilling onto her tongue. Releasing him, Y/N met his gaze, staring at him as she swallowed. "I..." Lando began, but no words came out.

Standing up, Y/N brushed off her now aching knees and left the bedroom. She closed the door behind her, grabbed the mug of water from the table, and walked into her own bedroom.

With her bag against the door, Y/N let out a breath. Holy fuck. Holy fuck, had that really just happened?

He was her roommate, her fucking teammate, and she had just sucked him off. She'd watched him, listened as he moaned her name, and she'd joined him. She'd swallowed his fucking cum.

It was a line that never should have been crossed, but they had crossed it. It should have been mortifying, but she had loved it, every minute of it. She wanted to do it again.

Before she walked over to her bed, Y/N opened her door slightly. She threw off her clothes as she sauntered over to her bed and crawled under the covers, her fingers travelling down to her cunt.

***

"You did what?!"

It was the early hours of the morning and Lando was out at the gym with his trainer. Y/N hadn't said hello to him that morning, but she'd watched through the crack in her bedroom door as he left the apartment.

As soon as he was done, Y/N sat against her bedroom door and called her best friend. She chewed on her nails as she waited for her best friend to pick up.

"What's up love?" Her friend asked.

Y/N gave her a rundown of everything that had happened the night before, leaving out some of the more intimate details. Even when she had said it, it didn't feel real, didn't feel like it had actually happened.

When she was finished, her friend let out a laugh. "No fucking way," she said, her hand clamped over her mouth. "You're not serious. You actually sucked off Lando?"

"It's not funny!" Y/N insisted. "What the hell am I going to do?"

"Well, what do you want to do?" Her friend asked slowly, carefully. "Like, do you want to forget it ever happened? Or, do you... want it to happened again?"

Y/N swallowed thickly. How was she ever meant to admit that she wanted it to happen again? He was her teammate, her rival, her roommate.

"Okay, well I got a plan," her friend said, knowing her answer. "Listen closely," she said and Y/N did just that.

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[cokou]

𝐇𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 OCT 1: ARRANGED MARRIAGE # Roronoa Zoro┆Fem! Reader

Request ✉* Hi, if you’re open can I request Zoro for Oct.1 Rough sex? And female reader?If not that’s ok, I just wanted to say I love your writing and I love the work u put into making your posts aesthetic <3 Make sure to take care of urself :)

Warnings ✉* Rough sex, arranged marriage, Shit writing

WC ✉* 978 words┆5,304 characters

It only had been a week— a week of meeting this man, who you were fended off to by your 'parents'. A week of getting to know each other forcefully. A week of you trying your best to just disappear and end this suffering put between the two of you. A week of him convincing himself that not even a single attention should be provided for you, he really tried his best.

He grits his teeth to your agreeing words, which makes it much more heavier to swallow such a thick throwback from you.

"I'm not giving you a single attention just because we're married."

"I never said you should."

And yet, after all those hardships that you had put to end this, only for you to end up on his bed as he ravishes you into the thin, silky bedsheet inside his room. His bed would most likely give out soon as it squeeks everytime his hard thrusts comes along your skin once again.

With his hips starting to stutter from the rough pressure and friction to please you, he held you in place in order to keep up. Your hips buckle for more into him, forcibly making him go deeper inside your cervix. His tip remarkably bullying your cervix enough for it to end up bruising by tomorrow morning.

It's hard, he makes it soo hard to take him. Zoro full well knows that he himself is big, Zoro is a monster when it comes down from there and he knows it. It's hard, specially when his thrusts are rough yet slow ones. Yet, you take him like you were granted to him from a genie itself, that is what makes it exciting for him.

Your hole was typically stretched as big as it could to fit Zoro, it hurted a few minutes ago and was instantly replaced with pleasure. Not only that, but your core was incredibly squeezing him so hard that it makes it hard for him to just pull out. It felt so good to him, the way you clench over his thick shaft, the way you murmur sweet moans that gradually get louder and louder as time passes.

Zoro— was most definitely holding himself from going to hard on you, why? It was your first time, and he wants to savour his favorite positions for future sessions with you as he knows this won't be the last one, so that way he'd suprise you with lot's more and not the same over and over again.

You dont mind, you never will. Zoro was so lawge that you wouldn't remarably fit him immediately, which involves lot's of lubricant. It will never be the same, for you everything does have differences. Just like his pace right now compared to the first one, rough and agonizingly slow. Other than that, he was savoring the moment of your sloppy hole.

Zoro removes his bandana, wiping his forehead using it and ties it around your arm, it was soaked in his sweat and it almost felt disgusting. He runs his calloused hands over your arms towards your shoulder, simply to tease you. His rough hands were dragging along your skin, making you shiver in suprise.

Was this romanticism? He asks himself; but why? No, romance was never his forte, no it was never something he wanted to experience. But, here he was on top of you, savoring each thrust he gave you. Here he was, admiring you soft, delicate moans that echoes through his ears.

Fuck romanticism, his mind swirled around the thoughts of what was happening now— nothing was important, nothing other than projecting his hips movements, nothing other than making you cum.

His thoughts swirled more, and more. It makes him go rougher at the session. The skin slapping, your ass was very much sore from all the collision of your skins. Your moans get louder each rough thrusts he provides, this was either heaven or hell.

You held onto his shoulder as he goes faster, your eyes almost going white and you felt like you were gonna explode your climax all over him soon.

"I hope i could keep you like this forever, a hole to forever abuse." Zoro smirks on his comment,

The deep feeling deep inside his loin is heating up, he feels the spring that will almost immediately burst. He continues pounding you like a dog in heat, his hips now stuttering even more. Your nails dug on his back, leaving crescent moon shapes behind him. Your moans are heard by the whole room, possibly until outside of the room and 2 more neighboring ones.

His thrust was demonic to forever start with, the sound of his repeated thrusting and followed by the sloppiness that was developed between the both of you were starting to louden itself. Zoro was finally groaning and huffing, whilst your moans only louden at the sensation.

Zoro fastens his pace, making your eyes roll back at the back of your skull. The coil deep inside him about to snap, he takes his index and middle finger and shove them up your mouth. You swirl your tongue on his fingers and suck them as he'd like.

"Shit— take my fucking cum┅" With no more words, Zoro spills inside you with a loud thrust, making you yelp loudly, almost lolling your tongue out in ecstacy. He takes your legs and positions your knees above your head,making his cum reach deeper parts within you yourself couldn't reach. You release a loud moan along with some pants as you take your climax on his cock aswell. Gosh, it felt so good.

Zoro and You are now a panting, sweaty, and sticky mess. He plops down to the bed beside you and catches his breath, his cum slowly dripping out of your pussy.

"Physical attention doesn't seem bad."

"I know "

General M.List┆Hentober 24 M.List

©Cokou 2024, all works belong to me.

[kleefkruid]

Okay are you ready for the fosternames? In the end we went with the vegetable names since a Kotelet is a big piece of meat and it really should have some vegetables around it you know, blanced diet

On the left we have the smallest of the bunch Spruitje (Brussels sprout) which fits bc Spruitje is also a term of endearment for a small child. She likes to climb all the way on top of Kotelet to nap so I'll hope she'll be a great lap kitty! She needs a bit more time figuring things out like walking but I think it's because she's smaller en therefore taking her time building mussle.

On the right we have the artist previously known as White Baby, 3 week record holder of the fattest baby award and almost a full 100 grams heavier than his sister. He gets the fitting name of Witloof (chicory, the white kind), another classis Belgian vegetable. He's the only boy of the bunch, always the first to figure something new out and the one that travels the furthest from Kotelet (which she hatesss)

Next up we have the two tabbies with socks, who I just took a quick pic of before their medicine and you can guess who got convinced I was trying to eat her or something. the left one has short back socks and the right one has a bit of a stocking going on, but currently they're very hard to tell apart in pictures so I decided to give them matching names. Say hi to Peeke (r) & Ewrt (l), pekes & ertjes is a regional term for those baby carrots and peas that come together like this.

and lastly we have the solid tabby who henceforth shall be known as Venkel (Fennel) because that's my favorite soup to make and I feel like it fits. Also 'venkelen' sounds like some kind of complaining and she's the one that figured out how to squeek with her full long capacity and then some. We love an opinionated lady here.

[hellisharchive]

Can I please request an Adam x Male Reader who way too innocent to the point they HATE sex and cussing(Never cuss in Reader's life) and the fact they squeek like a squeek toy if they get jumped scared

﹒﹒﹒squeaky toy

➤ 18+, sexual remarks

➤ Adam x male!reader

➤ Sorry this is so late and so short! I was struggling with how to write this 😅

Adam had always teased you, throwing sexual remarks your way and always making sure to scare you at any given moment. It always frustrated you and made you upset. But at the same time, you had these weird feelings for him that you couldn't decipher. It couldn't be a crush, it just couldn't! He was so rude to you, yet why did you miss him when he didn't antagonize you one day?

The day was strange- Adam wasn't in your corner at all today. You thought you would enjoy it, but it just felt off. You still tried to remain positive though, hanging with friends and laughing. They asked if you knew where Adam was since he usually would have been here around this time, but you answered honestly and had no idea. You also accidentally admitted that you missed him, which caused them to light up claiming you had a crush on him.

You of course denied it, but you couldn't help feel that they were right. Tomorrow quickly came and you hoped you would see him again, even if you would never admit it. He always tried to get you to swear and you refused every single time. This was Heaven! He may be able to swear but you never have even in your living life. The day was going by eerily quiet without him until the familiar yell startled you, causing you to jump up.

"HAHAHA I got you again Bitch! HA that was hilarious! You never fail to sound like a fucking squeaky toy! Missed me?" He walked out from behind you with his signature smirk as he looked at you. Swallowing, you thought of what to say as you calmed down from his scare.

"And what if I did?" That wasn't what you meant to say, immediately backtracking as you panicked, crap! You tried to save the situation, but it was useless. Your simple mistake had costed you your secret. Dang it!

"YOU missing ME? I thought you hated me! Was that a lie? Oh my God this is too good. You hearing this Lute?" Mr. Perfect over here missed me!" He doubled over laughing as Lute agreed, just staring at him laughing as he finally stood up, wiping tears away.

"I always knew you liked me Bitch. What? You gonna tell me you wanna get fucked by the original dick now?" Why did he say that? You panicked, immediately denying it. You hated sex so much, always hearing him talk about made you uncomfortable, yet you still missed his presence. He also tried to get you to swear before, but you refused.

"NO! NO! I DO NOT STOP!" You were thoroughly flustered to no ends as you put your hands over your face, just imagining doing it gave you the ick. Your hands were moved away as he smirked, he knew how to push your buttons.

"Hey, you meet me at my place tonight. I wanna take ya out" You stared at him wide eyed. Did he just ask you out on a date? You always thought he was only into girls anyways. Why did he ask you out? He was waiting for your answer, so you just stumbled as you said ok.

"That's what I thought, Bitch. Wear something nice" And he walked away, leaving you confused, flustered and anxious. Why did you agree? You friends immediately hounded you, concerned for how you were feeling. You just said you wished he didn't leave you alone again.

[i-like-forcefem]

As a pre-hrt transfem, just got into the idea of forcefem. It’s such an euphoric idea, slowly being turned into something I want to be, as in a theatrical fashion I deny ever wanting such pleasantries. I could protest all I want yet in the end I’ll end up just like the rest; happy, euphoric dolls :3

Thank you for letting me explore this side of me

No problem at all doll! I wonder what you're little squeeks of protest would sound like, I really appriciate that you'd make them even though you'd love it, you really know how to make it fun for us, and we'll be sure to reward that kidness tenfold by making you the cutest doll ever!!!

[dazeymazey]

[ id: digital art of the characters from "Nature Cat". Nature Cat offers a pink lily to Hal, who kicks his leg up and says "awww!!", his hands clasped together near his face. he sniffs it then places it behind his ear, and starts happily twirling in place. Daisy and Squeeks are sitting down, and Daisy holds out a purple peony to her, who says "thanks lol". Squeeks stares at the flower for a moment before she starts eating it. end id ]

saw this post and thought "oh that's so Them"

[bowbowcherry]

Nsfw MDNI ×

Tojixfem!reader

×Thumb in ass,degradation, 69, spit, drool, spanking. Pubes. Squirt. F!cum swap. Hair pulling. Mention of pain play ig?. Gross at the end?×

I stayed up from 1 to now 6pm I am tired and I can't sleep :D I can't slant certain words without it doing the whole paragraph when I click off!!! . Uh baseball fic still working on cuz I'm lazy.

I feel like I didn't add as much sexy time but idk ill edit it to mix any mistakes n s8ch tomorrow or someday lol anyways make sure to reblog and like!!! Enjoy:

69 w/ toji!×

You slurp, both your hands at his base. His pubes tickleing your hands. Your drool, from sucking him deeper earlier, dripping down his hard cock onto your pretty, soft minecured hands. Like slime, it sticks. In the pubes ,everywhere. Eyes closed. Makeup smeared. If only you could see how much of a whore you look like. But it's all to impress fushiguro.

"Fuck baby.." He groans into your pussy. His thump playing with your tight rim. He licks you from your clit to your clenching pussy hole. Playing with the clenching muscle with his wet warm one. Then licking over Puffy fat swollen folds. Then back to your swollen peral of meat.

you trying to take that fat cock down your throat. His thigh muscles flexing. The feeling of your wet sticky tongue dragging over his tip, sucking. The hands at the base feeling them squeeze when he licks over a good spot. God, the high he's getting from all this. His whole body feeling sweaty and hot. Electrifying. Might be better then any drug If his eyes could roll back more they would. Your soft plumply thighs beside his head. Waiting to squeeze his head. Threatening and trembling to close as he flicks right to left on your puffy hard clit.

His thumb pushes past your tight rim. His other hand moves to slap your ass. The sound loud thur the room."H-haaah...toji.." One of your hand, now on his thigh your nails digging into his thigh like sharp cat claws. Leaving behind pretty red lines. You buck back on his tongue. He grabs your ass and slaps it again and again. Making it nice pretty red. God he wants to see it turn red and bruised. Just watching you try and get comfortable while sitting. God does love that. Drives him fucking insane. You squeezeing your thighs looking up at him with lusty and husky doe eyes. Fuck, his dick trys to bob. It throbs acheing to be touch with that warm mouth"Dirty. Nasty. Pain slut..go back to sucking that big dick like your ment to. Fucking freak...mmm" And he goes backs to licking and sucking. you do as your told. As you should.

You lick over his tip, before taking half of him in your mouth. Your hand one hand go's back to the base to steady the heavy rod. Your lips drags as you you move your head up and down. "Mmm.." your eyes roll. It's all to much. Feeling his tongue. The taste of his cock. The thumb moving in amd out your ass fast. Your head feels empty like a dog who got its food. So good and wanting more. You grind back on his face, your thighs squeeze his face. Your mouth let's go of your favorite candy to moan loudly into the air. Coming,That big boost of euphoric high. "TOJI!" You squeek, voice cracking as you spray your sticky and sweet juices into his mouth. Your hand one hand removing and going back to claw at his thigh the other gripping his base quite tightly. He couldn't say that he didn't like a little pain.

He's groans moving his thumb faster . He brings his other hand his pointer and middle finher rub your pulsing and twitcheing clit, side to side. Your squirt drenching his lower face, dripping down his neck and sticky face onto the bed. God he wants to cum he really can't take anymore of this. He can just feel his cock turn purple with need.

He collects some squrt in his mouth. the nice favor coating his whole mouth.he wants to swallow so bad but shareing is careing. Your panting, mind in a different place. Floating around somewhere in heaven like an angel. Your pushed off him, your face making contact with the bouncey bed. On your forearms. Creaking from your harsh movement. Your behind in the air. Quite a veiw for him Then your hair is grabbed from behind. A nice stinging ache feeling from it. Your pulled to face toji who is kneeling on the bed. The bed dipping around his knees. His toned thighs flexing, his cock bobbing here and there. His pubes to his happy trale. His abs, waist. His perked nipples. You feel yourself clench. everything is a perfect on this God.

Hand still in your hair he pulls it back so your neck is strain as you look up at him. Your face a mess. On all fours. Make up smeared heavy lidded eyes all hazy. Your pretty tits hanging. Gripping the sheets as he uses his other hand to to open your mouth. What a veiw His rough fingers grabbing roughly at your chin opening your mouth up. He leans close spitting his saliva and your liquid into your mouth. A nice good mouthful. "Drink it selfish slut." He grins at you when your face turns sour when it all hits your mouth. You swallow. His cock jumps, leaking like a broken sink. Fuck your perfect.

×

[ellielatinagf]

“Your hairs getting long”

Summary: Let’s pretend Dina, Ellie, and JJ are living happily ever after in Jackson:) Ellie and Dina exchanging conversations and a nice haircut for Ellie

An: believe me I’m working on Lacrosse ellie part 5 and I think part five will be the last chapter I just wanna figure out how I wanna end it LOL. This is a little bit of both Dina and Ellie’s pov. Enjoy:)

Warnings: angst????

*knock knock knock*

Dina slowly opened the door and peeped her head in the small room. Ellie whipped her head around to meet Dina’s gaze. Her expression softened when she saw those brown eyes. The same ones that light up her world, the ones that shine light in the darkness. Dina walked over to her now wife. Yup, wife. After Ellie got back from California of course Dina had to smack some sense into Ellie.

Flashback

“Are you hurt?” Dina squeeked softly. She held JJ in her arms. JJ was was already getting bigger. His hair was longer too. Thankfully Mr. Robinson, the Jackson Barber, had been patient in giving the little boy a haircut. Bless the poor man his eyesight has gotten a bit worse.

Ellie shook her head. She was too ashamed to look up at Dina. Much less look at JJ. She couldn’t bear the sight of seeing him more grown up. It would remind her of how much she had missed. The pain she would feel knowing he probably doesn’t remember her is unbearable.

Dina placed JJ don’t in front of her feet. She didn’t know why. She was so over flooded with emotions. Anger, sadness, relief. They all took stabs at her heart at the same time. JJ looked up at Dina confused but the looked at the sunburnt, green eyed, auburn woman.

Now Ellie was forced to look at the child. Her eyes weld up. His hair was longer. And choppily cut too. It wasn’t Dina who’d cut his hair, Dina does a better job. He resembled Jesse. Her heart ache. Her mind flooded with pictures of her last moment with the child’s father. She took a deep breath. Ellie opened her hand to reveal a small toy elephant. Ollie. She’d won it at the Jackson festival so long ago and had kept it. She remembered how JJ used to sleep with it at night.

JJ looked at what was in this mysterious woman’s hand. He smiled and waddled towards her. The blue dusty color caught his attention and likeness. He touched Ellie’s hand and look at Dina for approval of the toy. Dina hesitated but nodded slightly. JJ let out a happy chuckle and took the blue elephant. Ellie couldn’t help but smile.

Dina slowly walked forward. Maybe this was a dream. The same dream she’d had for the last year. Ellie in front of her. Ellie’s dead. This isn’t real. Her mind is playing tricks on her again. It often does this. When she is putting JJ to sleep she’ll think she caught a glimpse of Ellie’s figure in the shadow. This is the same thing.

*Smack*

Not exactly how she planned to prove the realness of the situation. Ellie winced. She knew she’d deserved it. To be honest she deserved worse. She would have preferred Dina slap her 100 times than to remind her of how much she had screwed up.

Dina looked at the hand print mark on Ellie’s cheek. The damage was worse due to her horrible sunburn. Dina looked around for JJ. Now she wonders if she had made a mistake to smack Ellie in front of Jj. She catches the boys rowdy hair and looks in his area. He was playing with a random street dog. Clutching Ollie in his little chubby fingers. Dina sighed and looked back at Ellie.

Ellie looked at Dina with teary eyes. Dina noticed something different in them thought. They weren’t the same dead eyes she used to have. They weren’t dull. They were bright and glossy. And not just because Ellie was crying a tsunami.

“I know” Ellie whispers “I know nothing will ever make you love me again”. She sniffs her nose so she can make out more words. “I know than no amount of apologies will ever be forgiven from me”.

Dina felt sadness hit her.

“But I love you”

That was it for her. Dina cried. Hard. She threw her arms around Ellie. She finally felt it again. She felt that same bubbly feeling in her heart. She doesn’t want to admit it’s love at the moment. But she feels it. Ellie took the girl in her arms and held her. She held Dina and wouldn’t let go. She secretly promised to never let her go.

After that day Ellie agreed to stay in Joel’s house. She wanted to give Dina and JJ time to create that bond with her. She didn’t want to force herself in their lives. She slowly started seeing Dina more and more. And JJ loved playing with Ellie. Ellie always said ‘I love you’ to Dina. Even if Dina never said it she knew that with time, she would.

JJ loved Ellie of course. And if wasn’t because of the fact that she always brought him something after patrols. One day ellie found something that caught her eye. A shiny diamond. It had already been 2 years since she saw Dina again. Dina always invites ellie over and Dina had been saying ‘I love you’. It’s time.

That night after JJ got his presents Ellie bent down on one knee in front of Dina. Part of her was thinking it’s too soon and was about to fake tie her shoes. But she asked Dina and showed the ring. Dina was over joyed and cried if happiness. She couldn’t have said yes any faster.

Flashback end

“JJ sleep okay?” Ellie asked.

“For a six year old, he was okay” Dina replied. She bent her head down to kiss Ellie’s forehead.

“Are you gonna head to bed?” Ellie asked. She looked at the canvas in front of her. She wanted to do a still life drawing of bowl of fruit. Was it cliché? Maybe, but she wanted to improve her art.

“Once you do” Dina said. She looked at the auburn hair. It was long. Probably an inch or two below Ellie’s mid neck. “Your hairs getting long” Dina thought out loud.

“Wanted to ask if you’d cut it for me” Ellie hummed softly and looked at Dina.

“Not Mr. Robinson?” Dina asked resting her head on Ellie’s shoulder. Ellie groaned quietly and Dina chuckled. Dina got up and grabbed a pair of scissors and a comb. Ellie put down her art supplies. She could finish tomorrow. Dina started to part Ellie’s hair and began cutting.

“Can I take JJ hunting?” Ellie asked.

“Don’t you think he’s a little too young?” Dina answered nervously.

“I only wanted to take him to the chicken field” Ellie asked. She didn’t want to throw the boy in the forest with clickers and wild boars. She probably would be hesitant for him to go out there even if he was 30 years old.

“The one in Jackson right? By Tommy’s house?”

“Mhm” ellie confirmed.

“….okay” Dina approved “but if either of you get so much as a paper cut, we’re getting food from the market for a year”. Ellie chuckled.

“You have my word babe” Ellie smiled.

“Are You scheduled for patrol this weekend?” Dina asked.

“Yeah, you need something?” Ellie asked.

“Do you think you can find some more shoes? His old ones will grow out soon” Dina said.

“That’s what happened when you feed him so much” Ellie chuckled.

“He’s a growing boy” Dina rolled her eyes. “It’s not my fault he liked my cooking”.

“Can’t blame him for that. Unless it’s pasta.” Ellie chuckled. She smiled after she took a jab Dina by mentioning at the time Dina had burnt pasta sauce and let the water boil so much it overflowed. It wasn’t entirely her fault. In a way. Dina just took a nap.

“Don’t piss off the one with the scissors” Dina replied playfully tugging Ellie’s hair. Not enough to hurt her, but enough to prove her point.

“Still ate it” Ellie laughed.

“That’s what she said” Dina replied. Hanging around Ellie so much was severely effecting Dina’s humor.

After Dina finished with Ellie’s haircut they both had taken a shower together. Ellie laid in bed next to Dina and faced her. The two shared a kiss and locked eyes.

“I love you” Ellie said. Dina felt happy. Ellie had never been one to say I love you first. Not in a serious way that is. After she came back however, it’s like her motivation had changed. And Dina was glad that Ellie’s family is her priory.

“I love you too” Dina replied. Ellie sighed. The feelings of immense love was reciprocated. Everything was okay. Finally, she was at peace. She could breath again. Ellie could sit and stay in her mind and not feel herself be destroyed. She could stay like this forever.

Ahhhh thank you so much reading!!! Let me know if you enjoyed it! I loveeeee writing one shots and as much as I love writing Ellie x reader! I just Love writing Ellie x Dina! Uhhh not proofread.Have a great day and remember your all amazing! Free Palestine 🇵🇸

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[charliemwrites]

In "squeek em if you got em" I desperately need to know what Gaz and Soap betted and what Ghost did, like, it's obvious probably, but brain ain't braining 😭

Like, did Gaz and Soap bet that Squeaks and Price wouldn't end up together? Or that it would take them longer??

They all had different bets. Soap thought it would happen before squeaks left for that mission (and probably over John’s desk). Gaz expected it would happen after Price retired (poor lad thought his cap was too responsible for fraternizing 😔)

Price definitely made them run a million laps for that

[ilylmwwifys]

ー𝐒𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓

JOUNO X READER (AFAB/AMAB)

WARNING : Use of petname, mentions of killing

Drabble, headcannons, short scenarios, fluff, not proofread

You're a Scientist (mad scientists) in the Hunting Dog while Jouno as your Partner.

You would have your own room, ITS PRETTY BIG.

Your labー workplace or whatever you wanna called it would probably have a living room, a kitchen, a bathroom -- basically its like your house now, but it's bigger than your house 💀

You would have a room filled with cryogenic capsule, insides are filled with erm.. Body parts.

^ animal, human, aliens, you name it

You would also have a smaller version of cryogenic capsuleー but this time filled with a single finger, or toe, maybe a small portion of an organ in it.

You almost accidentally made a virus.

You would go BEYOND all moral and physical laws in the name of science to prove your crazy theory.

When you created a virus, you didn't tried to get rid of it, instead you experimented it on an animal💀

You have rats in your lab (they didn't last long💔)

Would probably have a dead rat on those cryogenic capsules.

You spend almost your time in your lab.

Jouno daily visits your lab- it's to ask for the results he requested since your faster than those forensic scientists or he just wanna be with you and hear the rhythm of your heartbeats.

He would just sit in one of the chairs as he sips his tea while he peacefully hear you're heartbeats.

Would tease you when you had a hard time doing something, such as providing your one of crazy theories.

He would hear the rat squeeks- if you ended up not killing it.

He would sense the previous rat fur and WILL make a comment about it.

"Hm? Did you get rid of the previous rat? Too bad I liked them. " trust me HE DOESN'T.

Jouno would be pleased when you rid of the rats very fast but soon will be unpleased when you get another one.

You probably would ask Teruko to capture a rat for you💀💀

He could hear your hand brushing the metalic instruments.

Would bring you tea or coffee.

Would find you sleeping on your desk.

You WOULD exhaust yourself just to prove your theories, and when I mean exhaustー LITERALLY, to the point Jouno can't help but be worried.

He would suddenly sneak his arms on your waist as he nestled his head on your shoulders.

When you miserably failed to prove your theories he WOULD tease you.

"Awh, is the Great scientists miserably failed to approve their theories?"

You're incrediblely logically smart and he admires that.

You made a rat so AGGRESSIVE, so aggressive that it got out and started biting people.

The people it bited turned into a weird ass creatures and started to bite other people.

EVERYONE FREAKED OUT.

Bullets dont work, so you decapitate those things.

You SECRETLY sneak one in your lab.

Their in a cage.

Jouno easily found this out, a bit dissapointed but understand your reasons.

"Sai, its a virus, obviously I need to know a cure for itー in case it happened again, heh." that wasn't actually your reason.

You would request an area to be made with sound proof walls and put those creatures in their so Jouno wouldn't be unpleasant of the noise, since they are an aggressive creatures.

Before he would leave for a mission, you would ask him for a person to experiment

He would stop at his tracks.

"Oh also Sai, could you maybe bring me a Human? Dead or notー just not a missing of their limb or organs." You spoke up looking at your microscope.

Jouno was on his way to leave until he stopped at his movements, slightly shocked, before a smirk plastered on his face "What for?" He teased turning his head at your direction.

You sighed taking your head of the microscope "So I can feed it."

He chuckled before proceeding to walk "Sure thing, dear."

In the end, you got the human.

-

"Dear?" He called out, grabbing the doorknob and twisting itー to find your figure sleeping peacefully in your desk.

Hearing your breathing and heartbeatー he smiled warmly before placing the cake and coffee he bought for you at the nearby café.

Kissing your forehead he left the room, not bothering to disturb your sleep.

[thedemonastrophel]

AH OKAY THOUGHTS FOR THE NEW DOCTOR WHO EPISODE!!

I am SO SO happy I was proven wrong!

Before this new ep came out I made a post here about really not being impressed with the newer episodes, BUT it seems I was right about liking this one and I am SO SO excited about this

Also small spoiler but that the end when he made the reference to thr 11th Doctor with the fish fingers and custard I tell you the SQUEEKS THAT I SQUOKE-!

Aaanyways I'm so happy with the new episode It looks incredible- WE ARE SO BACK!(from the first few episodes I mean, 13 will forever be my favourite <3)

Gahh I'm now so hyped for the upcoming episodes this is AMAZING

If you haven't watched it yet you should do that!!

[mcbeetlebeeb]

OOOOkaay time to dump homestuck garbage on here cause although only my friends look at my barely active page, I can't ever garble my stupid gobbles out to my friends in actual person so here I am

anyways have some? domestic?? relationship? crap? headcannons 🤷

🫐John Eg fart bert☁️

typw of mfker to be out in public and just rest his head on your shoulder, causally getting groceries? in supermarket? head on shoulder. making fuckin pancake? head on shoulder. literally standing doing nothing? head on shoulder

even if he's shorter, he will do it,

don't doubt him

I think he'd have god awful pick up lines but not, like, offensive or crude, just plain stupif bad- some garbage like

"I'd bring you too the movies but they don't let you bring your own snacks :("

like sneaky almost, some would genuinely be so thought out it'd just smear right over your smooth brain

fuckin- breath pick up lines, always-

"I hope you know CPR! you just took my breath away!"

whata fuckin dork

but he takes pride in that and if your interested in him you automatically become a dork yourself

you can't not get looped in with his garbage movie taste and stupid shenanigans

silly pranks with him

he'd pull pranks on you, matter fact if your his partner he'd probably pull pranks on you the most

genuinely sucha simp-

not clingy simp or overbearing simp just, yknow, can't help but go on and on about his significant other if ever brought up in a situation, probably brings them up just to do that

I think hed show physical affection in soft, gentle ways? nervous.™

like im talking hesitantly moving to hold your hand, or doing that stupid move of yawning and placing your arm around the other person and bringing then closer

holding you by the sides of your arms, gently trailing down to hold your hands

so soft for you, an even bigger dork when its just yall, absolute bafoon, a fool for you I'd even say

he 100000% babbles about you to his friends, and your friends, and you- lmao, his whole friend group will and can not escape his wrath of adoring you

absolutely talking Jade and Rose's ear off about you cause Dave can't take another moment of it-

will tell you how amazing and cute and this and that you are

no hesitation

I think hed be more than comfortable with pda, holding hands?

yes.

face smooches?

absolutely.

picking you up like a damn bag of flour over his shoulder?

indeed.

🪅Gamzee Makara🧫 (gamgee maraca)

gonna be honest with you? probably a bit stinky

and not in like a swamp ass way like, he just distinctly smells like face paint and whatever who's guess at sopor slime smells like if it even has a smell-

mfker looms over you

he doesn't get like half of the words you say into his brain a lot of the time unless you specify its importance

he's trying his best

but regardless of not actually listening to your words, he loves listening to you talk, just speaking, he could stare at your face all day

like- in an unblinking manner but still lovingly

speaking of your face, that's what he'd mostly end up hugging, he's already hunched over a shit load so when he hugs you he just hugs your whole dome to his chest

probably garbles some silliness to you in a drunk/high like state, just holding you impossibly close to him and mumbling some junk like

"YoU..yOu GoT a NiCe..A nIcE fAcE..aNdD..sMeLl GoOd,,..WaRm"

I like to think the higher up on the hemospectrum(?) idk that trolls gradually get like more cold-blooded? if that makes sense?

okay like the higher it goes up the more the troll has a tough time gaining and keeping warm

he'd love warm stuff, like some big cat he'd just flop on it and purr away

you get clown makeup on your face each time he gives you a smooch, I don't make the rules

honestly would sniff you, and like, not subtly like straight "SNIIIFFFF"

can seamlessly re-create the actually honk squeek sound, but yknow, saying honk is much easier

and god forbid he finds you sitting or relaxing

all up in your biz, not like, verbally but he's already waddled over and rested his head on your lap or wrapping his arms around your waist and tugging you closer

I think hed be really mushy gushy over physical affection, not like embarrassed but he just enjoys it greatly and will do anything for you to play with his hair more

tbh a bit scary ngl, like, has that uh, union effect from Steven Universe, just sorta appears sometimes, there, observing,

he'd try and get you to eat sopor slime, he wouldnt force you but he'd definitely like, lean in with a tin of it and try and convince you, but he's not shoving it down ur gullet

probably great at taking snuggle naps, like he could most likely just drape all his limbs over you like some limp cat and just peacefully snooze away

also that whole shit of trolls having nightmares if not all snuggled up in sopor slime?

I love to believe it's canceled out by another person snuggling with them,

and that person is you of course,

you can't leave his presence without like a visable mark somewhere on you that you where around him

wether that be clown make up or sopor slime smeared somewhere on you

or you wearing his shirt, or his incredibly long pants

he's also a dork

I think hed enjoy how squishy humans are in general

he'd hold and love every part of you with a lopsided smile

hugging his arms around your hips as he leaves sloppy kisses against your tummy, smudging clown makeup on you

aahugh sleepiness is kicking in but I don't care I must persist because I'm. GAY.

Dave Strider (who names their child this)

breaking news! he's also a major dork

but in secret?

and an even bigger dork when its just yall

type of mfker to just pour his heart out to you in a way that makes you blank in the brain and then go "haha sorry that was weird" or "my bad that was probably cringe"

so unbelievably soft for you behind door, cannot do pda- for the life of him-

"hey, uh I made us a playli-" "YES."

listening to music with you at any given chance, likes sharing music genres and songs

if you dont make mention of him not smiling or laughing often around others he'll just let himself slip like that yknow?

like he'll giggle and laugh at more things, stupid, silly things,

comfortable with you to say the least

CAPE BLANKET, CAPE BLANKET, CAPE BLANKE-

like mentioned above- if you got the chance to snuggle up close to him he'd drape his silly cape over yall both,

mostly you but 🤷

probably had a god damn coronary trying to figure his feelings out

talking with Rose or John like

"I dunno the fucks wrong with me, my heart hurts and my gut feels likes its in knots like im gonna barf?- "

"you like them dave‐ you like _____."

"....i—.....whuh??-"

stammering and studdering round you like he has a speech impediment, has words in his head but just cannot execute them at all-

not with you around

it legit don't matter to him, he will call you bro, dawg, dude, homie, homeslice? home dawg?

probably would use these in an endearing way tho, just "dude?...bro?" in a loving way

"you have a smoochable face dude"

"...fruity.."

"fuck you-"

very hesitant on touching, not that he minds, he just will mentally perish if he ever made you feel weird

he'd definitely be the mfker to when cuddling with him to just to nestle and nuzzle the top of his head into the crook of your neck

mentioning cuddling- like whilst asleep, he'll still have a part of him touching you, wether it's his foot against your calf or his entire leg draped over you

[who-knew-a-sheep-can-write]

Police Dog: Bigby Wolf x Fem!Cop!Reader - Chapter 1

Welcome to the rewrite :)

I made a reference to another game series, lmk if you guys spot it ;))

You stared at your monitor, the dim screen barely reflecting back into your near-lifeless eyes as you mindlessly scrolled and robotically clicked through the usual files only to have to actually go into another file to really make any work at your mind-numbing task. Why were you even given this bullshit to begin with? You leaned back in your horribly worn chair, the spine and back cushion creaking eerily as the wheels squeeked against the “polished” stone floor. You picked up the paper cup filled with coffee to take a sip, only to sneer and place the flimsy cup back down. Your coffee had grown to be ice cold, there was a strange grittiness to the brew and it tasted like someone had replaced the coffee with ink.

You heard the constant rushing of other officers in the background, whatever your cubicle really allowed you to hear past the tall wood and styrofoam walls really. Mindless chatter, the bubbling of the water cooler, some cop banging the shit out a vending machine, that horrible fucking fax machine you wished the captain would put out of its misery. You were going to hear those grating sounds in your nightmares for the rest of your mundane life.

At least it wasn’t too bad, today. Normally, the oh so “charming” lifestyle New York City made things pretty ridiculous sometimes. The main office was pretty quiet today, so much so you could hear the very faint classical music playing overhead you normally couldn’t hear over the rambunctiousness of your fellow officers.

That was, until the bullpen was let out.

Just hearing that door slam open and the cops inside spilling out almost made you knock over your nasty ass coffee onto your keyboard. You slouched in your chair, leaning back as you finished your work finally after doing this boring nonsense all week. You took out the usb drive with a content sigh, toying with it in your hands as you listened in on what the others were saying. Something about a shoot out somewhere in the South Bronx caught your ear when you saw a reflection move past on your monitor screen when it stopped behind you. Turning, you quickly saw the tall and brawny figure of one of the sergeants who was casually leaning at the entrance to your cubicle.

“The captain’ll have your knees for leaning,” you turned back to your monitor. You were about to mindlessly pretend to look through stuff just to get him to go away, but he didn’t seem to get the hint. Turning back around after a few minutes, you noticed the stupid smirk on his face that you wanted to smack off so badly. “What?”

“He’s been havin’ ya on paperwork for the past two weeks. Don’tcha think somethin’s up?” his thick accent teased.

“Considering I’m the only one who knows how to do things the way he likes them, not really.”

The sergeant gave you a pointed look before shrugging.

“Whatever you say, rookie.”

“I’m not a rookie, I’ve been in this department for almost a year now.”

He ignored you and sauntered off, definitely eyeing one of the female cops that would bat their lashes at him to get out of work for the day. Just as you started fiddling with the usb drive, your stationary phone started to ring. You picked up the phone, noting how you needed to fix the coiled cord as it somehow became tangled yet again.

“(L/n),” you greeted with your last name.

“Officer (Y/n),” the captain’s smooth voice greeted you from the other end of the line.

“I finished all the paperwork, sir, I have the usb dr-”

“I know you have, you always get the job done. Please bring the drive to my office, and hurry. I have another assignment for you.”

The phone cut off with a monotone buzz. Placing the cradle back into the receiver, you stood from your squeaky chair and started for the captain’s private office which was past the bullpen that still had some cops. The few that remained inside eyed you as you neared the captain’s door, their voices hushed as they started bickering about what it was you could’ve done.

You didn’t need to worry.

You knew that if you had fucked up, the captain wouldn’t have hesitated to call your ass out from over the intercom and demand to come to his office louder than any military drill sergeant.

His door was closed and the blinds were drawn shut which was a bit odd unless he was speaking to someone important. You stopped before the door and knocked promptly, eyeing his placard with his name written in dark ink across the golden plate.

“Come in, Officer (L/n),” the captain called out.

“Are you sure that-” As you opened the door, the conversation that was just going on had cut off.

Aside from your captain who was in his seat behind his grand desk, there stood another man. Tall and broad but fairly thin, he was imposing for sure. Dark, slicked back hair. A tan tailcoat hiding the strength you knew this man had. And when he turned to you, you couldn’t help but feel a little threatened under his intense gaze. His eyes looked as though he’s seen some fucked up shit, he looked fucking tired too, like he hadn’t slept in days. His grown out stubble also showed that as well. He eyed you up and down, not saying anything, his face was hard to read.

“I’m sorry to interrupt, but here’s the flash drive,” you spoke up, offering out the usb drive to your captain.

You captain stood from his desk and beckoned you to sit in one of the chairs provided, but not before accepting the drive from you. Your captain sat back down at the same time as you, but the other man in the room just stood. He moved away from the desk a little bit, his chest to you but he was now looking back at your captain.

“Excellent work, like always.” Your captain turned towards the stranger, giving him a look you really couldn’t read either. “I promise you, Sheriff, she is the right officer for the job.” Sheriff? He didn’t look like the sheriff from the boroughs, and especially not any deputy. Was he maybe from upstate?

“I’m still not sure about this.”

His voice was deep and gravelly, like something out of an edgy comic book turned into media.

“Nonsense, Sheriff Wolf.” There it was again. Your captain turned towards you once again. “Officer (L/n), I’ve asked you here to see if you were willing and able to help Sheriff Wolf here with… a delicate situation.” You eyed the two back and forth slowly, confusion painted obviously all over your face. “You can back out at any moment if you wish to do so, but I must iterate the importance of keeping something this delicate between you and yourself alone. Nobody else must know.”

You eyed the “sheriff” warily once again. There’s no way your captain would do something stupid like leading you off with this guy. There has to be a reason.

“Okay?” You cocked your head in question. “What delicate thing are we talking about?”

You saw the stranger pull something from his pocket but you couldn’t tell what it was as it rested in his hand.

“Are you aware of what societies live along with us?”

“You mean cults?” you cocked a brow.

Your captain laughed, the stranger stayed quiet and unmoving.

“No, but that was a good one.” He regained his composure. “Let me rephrase this: Do you believe in the supernatural? The unknown?” You eyed your captain as though he were just some crazy loon. “There lives another society among us, a good portion of said society live right here in New York City across the five boroughs. Sheriff Wolf here is the- uh, peacekeeper for said group. You were the first officer to come to mind for this position.”

“What kind of secret society are we talking about?”

“Fairy tale creatures.”

A part of you never stopped believing in that kind of stuff, especially with some of the weird things that have popped up on the news recently. Photos of creatures that can’t be explained, videos that weren’t ever proven to be edited, miracles that just seemed to pop out of nowhere.

You eyed the stranger again before nodding to your captain.

“Okay, I’ll do it. I’ll help.”

Your captain’s shoulders slouched a bit in relief before he smiled at you.

“Thank you, Officer (L/n).” He motioned to the Sheriff as he stood. “You’ll be reporting to Sheriff Wolf here until this situation is done. He will give you all of the details.”

Sheriff Wolf pocketed the item - which, now that you got a good look at it - looked to be a perfume bottle? He walked towards the door and opened it, waiting for you to get up and pass through before he followed soon after. You uttered a soft ‘thank you’ before you both walked together towards the elevator.

You both stood in silence as the metal shaft rolled down. You stared at the numbers ticking down, wondering to yourself about what you possibly could have just gotten yourself into. You worried at the inside of your cheek and figeted with your hands until the doors swing open at the chime. You both started off for the front door of the station.

“So-”

“Not here,” he cut you off. He flinched at his own words. He stuck his hand out to hail a taxi. “Not here, there’s too many people. I’ll explain it all when we get there.”

A taxi driver finally caught sight of the sheriff and quickly pulled up to the curb. You were about to start for the other side when he opened the door for you once again. You couldn’t help the little flutter in your stomach at just a normal gesture as you quickly climbed in.

The Woodlands. You glanced at the seemingly solid gold plate slapped onto the stone pillar as you wait for Sheriff Wolf to pay for the taxi. You peered through the wrought iron fencing at the towering building. It looked as though they were luxury apartments and nothing more. It could use a good powerwashing, though. Other than that, from what he barely told you in the taxi, this would be where you were going to stay for a little while if you wanted. You honestly wouldn’t mind it; No crazy traffic, not getting wet when it pours, you get to stay in bed longer.

“So you’re all, um, fairy tale creatures?” you tried to strike up a conversation.

“Yeah.” Something told you he wasn’t exactly the type for small talk, but the silence between you both was suffocating. The sheriff opened the gate for you as you both walked towards the front doors to the apartment. “Gonna stop by the Business Office. Snow will wanna meet you if she’s still there.”

You beat him to the entrance this time, holding the door open for him to which he gave you a semi-amused look. As you stepped inside, it really was a shock at how dated the lobby was. Hell, it even had a security guard asleep at the front desk, slumped over the desktop, hat covering his bald spot as he drooled on his tie. The carpet was so discolored from packed on dirt, the wallpaper was stained from years of neglect, the chandelier in the center had a few bulbs that were that spiders had claimed to be their new homes.

Maybe you wouldn’t stay here…

“Snow? As in Snow White?” you asked as he called in an elevator.

How bad would that be if the lobby looked like this? Did you just sign your death certificate?

The sheriff hummed in agreement as he pulled out a carton of cigarettes, a brand you’ve never seen before: Huff n’ Puffs. He tapped the bottom so only one cigarette popped out the top and he took it with his teeth. He fished out his lighter but stopped before he could light the flame, eyeing you.

“You good if I smoke?” he asked you rather politely.

“Yeah, it’s fine.”

He lit the cigarette and pocketed his metal-plated lighter, making sure to blow the cigarette smoke away from you. You could smell that the cigarette was stale and a little old, but the way he scrunched his nose a bit drove it home.

‘What fairy tale creature was he?’ you couldn’t help but think.

 He didn’t look like any you’d recognize.

“Are you also a- uh- fairy tale person or…?”

He eyed you, throwing his brows up before puffing out another plume of smoke.

“Yeah.”

The elevator finally opened up, allowing you both to enter. You watched as he hit a button and the doors closed with an eerie creak before it jutted back to life. You were lying to yourself if you said you weren’t afraid of the thing collapsing underneath you and plummet into the basement.

“We never properly introduced ourselves.” You wanted to smack yourself across the face. Really? You bring that up now? He looked at you out of the corner of his eye, puffing out another plume away from you. “I’m (Y/n).” You stuck your hand out for him to shake. “You don’t have to say the whole Officer (L/n) schpiel, just (Y/n) is fine.”

He eyed your hand before he took it, and holy shit, his hand was big.

It was big and warm and calloused, and very strong. You could tell he was being gentle when he shook your hand.

“Bigby Wolf.”

Bigby? You never heard of a fairy tale character named Bigby Wo-

“Oh! You’re the big bad wolf?” you blurted out as your hands parted.

You felt like an idiot for not getting it earlier. Wow, just looking at him now, it kind of makes sense. But how was he… human?

“You got it right,” he gave an airy chuckle. “It took your captain a minute to get it.”

The elevator came to a direct stop, nearly toppling you over as the doors swung open. You quickly exited the damn thing, telling yourself you’ll take the stairs from now on as you followed Bigby down the halls.

“So - if you don’t mind me asking - how are you… human? Is that correct?”

“Normally, Fables that aren’t human need something called a glamour to make ‘em look human - to fit into the Mundy world.” He stopped and looked at you. “Mundies are people like you; Human.” He continued down the hall. “I didn’t need one after what Snow did to me before we all came here.” You briefly wondered what she did, but he filled in the blank for you. “She stabbed me with a special blade covered in werewolf blood.”

So he’s a werewolf? Like, a big, tall, hairy wolf man werewolf? Does he go crazy on full moons? Is that something you have to worry about now?

“Oh,” was all you could say. Your eyes briefly went to down to his coat pocket to see the faint outline of the perfume bottle. “Do you mind if I ask you another question?” He looked at you, stopping before a door and putting his hand on the door knob. “You had like a perfume bottle in your hand back in the captain’s office. What was that for?”

“It’s some magic shit the witches on the thirteenth floor concoted. It’s supposed to knock whoever out for a few minutes and make them forget about Fables. I would’ve used it on you if you said no.” He turned towards the door, looking at you barely over one of his broad shoulders. “Brace yourself, this isn’t shit you see everyday.”

What could he mean by that?

He opened the door and your jaw dropped. The place was fucking massive. Not only was it large enough to fit an entire circus in, it was also towering! You swore your entire station could fit in here with room to spare. You walked in, passing Bigby who was looking at you amused with his arms crossed. Your eyes scanned the towering bookshelves of books magically moving around and sorting themselves, spying the magical trinkets and statues that lined the carve outs of the wall. And the fucking ship. You watched as a fucking pirate ship lazily floated on by, the wood softly creaking as it turned in the air like it had down for so long.

“Holy shit,” you whispered. “This is your office?” you gawked as you looked back at Bigby.

The sheriff laughed. He actually laughed, the cigarette nearly falling from his mouth.

“Fuck no. My office is basically a glorified broom closet,” he walked past you. He eyed the three empty desks in the middle of the floor with a short frown. He sighed through his nose and took out the now near-burnt out cigarette before he snuffed it out on the heel of his dress shoe. “Stay here,” he looked at you, “I’m gonna go see if Snow’s still here.” You nodded silently, quickly wondering why he looked up at the ceiling as he walked away. “And don’t be scared if a green monkey with wings falls from the rafters, he’s just drunk.”

Your eyes widened as you watched him disappear behind a bookcase. You turned around, looking at all of the magical items that littered the room in awe.

You understood why something like this had to be kept a secret, but holy shit, this was wonderful.

You spied something out of the corner of your eye and slowly walked towards it. Stashed in between two rows of bookshelves laid a large mirror with a very intricately wound golden frame. It looked to be freshly dusted unlike most of the other items in the room. As you approached it, you quickly found yourself slightly dizzy as the mirror swirled to life with hazy green swirls. A theater mask appeared before you, no face or body attached. It blinked at you and smiled softly as the mirror hummed with life.

“Welcome home, such as it is. This squalid office, these corrupted streets, they are yours now, and are bound to them.”

It was hypnotizing, your body relaxing in the green glow as you stared at the mask before it quickly faded away. You blinked, seeing that the mirror had returned to just that, and Bigby was now standing next to you.

“I never understand the damn thing,” he grunted and looked at you. “Snow isn’t here, probably went out for the rest of the day doing Deputy Mayor shit. I need to do some paperwork on you before we can actually start, come on.”

You were hesitant to leave the office so soon but you figured it wouldn’t be wise to make a bad impression on your first day. You followed him out and back down the office before stopping before another door similar to the Business Office. The same standard door with the same color of frosted glass for the exception of the writing of just his name.

He stilled his hand on the doorknob before looking at you sheepishly.

“I wanna start off by saying that I’m sorry for the mess. I wasn’t expecting to actually get the help I need.”

“Oh, don’t worry. You should see what some of the cubicles look like at my current station.”

“Oh, I know,” he wore a look of disgust, “I smelled the shit the second I stepped into the building.”

“My old station had worse.”

Bigby shuddered, his thoughts now running rampant at just the smells he could conjure up. That was horrifying.

He turned the knob and opened the door, still holding a little bit of embarrassment on his face as you fully saw his office.

It wasn’t bad, but it also wasn’t great either. The walls which probably were painted white originally were now stained yellow probably from his smoking. You spied an extra large ash tray that looked to be from the 70’s when smoking wasn’t yet linked to so many horrors filled to the brim with a tower of snuffed out cigarette butts. There were files everywhere, some opened, most were closed. The file cabinets all sat overstuffed, his desk was covered with mugs of half-drunk coffee, his metal-mesh trash can was filled with dead pens and crumbled up paper balls. His poor office didn’t even have a window to even air out the smell, just a rinky dink fan in the corner.

There was something nailed to the flimsy drywall on the back wall, a plaque in the shape of the typical shield used for law enforcement and military. A gold panel had his name scripted, and underneath commended him for-

Three centuries of service?!

How old was this guy?