#yet again i really missed my calling at being a furry i think

[mintyeggs]

some dragon au stuff

Dragon of Solitude, Dragon of Sight, and the Flesh Chimaera

[cdyssey]

It's that tiny, baby goat named Bruce being brown and furry, like the pelt Shauna Shipman wrapped her dead baby in.

It's the fact that it's a boy goat too.

It's her immediate and irrational fear—upon even hearing the word sacrifice—that she's going to have to kill the kid. The goat. The baby. This precious, innocent life in her care. Because everything she loves gets taken away from her, doesn't it?

All her fault.

Every last bit of it.

She can't have anything that she doesn't eventually hurt.

(And yes, it's about Jackie. It's always about Jackie, even when she swears that it's not. Jackie, her first victim. Jackie, her first love.)

(She's wearing her shirt in this episode. She's wearing her life in this whole damn series.)

It's her sitting alone in the woods, disassociating, triggered by a goddamn goat, and it's her utter panic when she realizes that he's missing.

It's Misty telling her, “Well, you’re not that innocent either.”

And it's her so bitterly replying, “Do you think I don’t know that?” as she frantically searches for Bruce, yet another living creature that she thinks she’s failed.

It's the tenderness with which she holds him when she finds him again, mothering him so gently. She tells him—this goat—that he's delusional and dumb if he thinks she's gonna hold him all day, but then she fucking does it! She holds him! She cradles him to her chest like a baby, and it's so lovely.

But it's so, so sad too.

Because it's her pleading with the barn worker to make sure that the goat is okay; she doesn't trust her ability to take care of him; she'll fucking lose it if he gets hurt in her care.

And it's this guy robotically replying, "The kid’s care is entwined with your own." And it’s the way that Shauna's pupils immediately blow, and we intimately understand—well before she tells Lottie—that she's thinking about that baby in the woods.

And she's thinking about Callie.

And she's thinking that if this much is true—if her ability to care for herself is the metric by which she can care for a kid—then, of course, her children are so totally fucked.

With her as a mother, they were doomed from the very start.

(Relatedly, it’s Melanie Lynskey saying in an interview: “I don’t think Shauna’s really disappointed in people. I think she’s disappointed in herself. She takes things out on herself, and she just feels kind of fundamentally unlovable.”)

It’s her confrontation with Lottie, which is charged with their fraught and bloody past, by Lottie's obsession with the wilderness baby, by the dream where the baby is cannibalized, by Lottie's willingness to become both Shauna's punching bag and martyr.

It's the tears that run down her face as she says, as she confesses:

"I’m not crying about the goat. I don’t really know, um, what’s happening right now. Um, I think it’s just that I’ve always kept my daughter, you know, Callie, like, at arm’s length. I think just out of fear that she would… die, I guess. Or maybe that she was never even real to begin with. I don’t know. I try to tell myself it’s okay. That I’m safe to… to think of her as-as mine, you know, and to just be her mom. But I think something is broken, Lottie. I just can’t do it.

God, it’s how every line of this monologue is so fucking broken and raw. She told that bastard cop that she's just not very good at loving her daughter, and here is both the reason why and the brutal extent. In the woods, her baby died, but for just a brief moment, in the tantalizing spaces of that dream turned hellish nightmare, he lived. But then he died again; he was consumed; or was he?

No.

Abso-fucking-lutely-yes, but not in the way that Shauna could have ever conceived.

Because this is the idea that she can't think of Callie as her own when that first baby was never hers either.

Not really.

Our baby, Lottie had called him. He was their communal savior, their shining hope, their personal Jesus who didn’t live.

And Shauna's singular moment alone with him had been a cruel fantasy too.

It's her murderous rage at his death, the violence that such grief engenders in her, which in and of itself is an echo of Misty's Steel Magnolias monologue—the way she wants to hit someone until they feel as bad as they do.

It’s how she can't allow herself to love Callie completely because of her fundamental incapacity to discern reality from the nightmare. In the cabin, she accuses them all of killing her baby. Every goddamn day she fears that her daughter will die, if she even exists at all.

It's the panic in her eyes when she clutches the phone and asks Jeff if Callie is okay all the same.

Because that's her first instinct, her immediate assumption.

That something with her daughter is horribly wrong.

And that's the crux in the end, the horrible conclusion to all these frayed and tangled threads.

Something going wrong is the only reality that Shauna Shipman can ever reliably count upon. The entirety of her life is an open, gushing wound.

[matchadobo]

KIDD; 3 times he almost said i love you and 1 time he actually did

summary: kidd is someone who is not a man of words but by actions. those 3 times where he said words that was his equivalent of i love yous and that 1 time he actually uttered it. wc: 2126 tw: fem reader, mentions of nsfw but no actual seggs, fluff? no angst, kidnapping, i think this was just me rambling about him again hadbhasbs

those three words.

how much you long for those words.

you look at him, and it's all you could think about. it's all that you want to say to him. it's just words really, yet he gave it so much meaning. yet you'd feel your heart flutter through the breezy sea when you think about how he'll say it to you. you'd feel yourself being completely drawn to him, each time he parts his lips to talk to you. his love feels so distinctive, so delicate and so amatory for a coarse man like him.

there were three occurrences where he almost said it. rendering you the same flustered mess under his spell.

the first one was that one time where you two were on night watch, getting drunk on beer and on each other's company. the cicadas chorusing with the cacophonous laughter from the both of you. breaths reeking of liquor, eyes burning of weariness. your skin felt cold under the chilly nights of the approaching winter nights. the inner heat brought by the alcohol, insinuating the pink tint on your cheeks and the mild dizziness in your vision. shoulders and fingers touching each other from time to time with a hint of underlying intimacy known to the two of you whenever the both of you gets a little too touchy.

seated close to each other under the full moon, glistening on your and his's skin, radiating each other's features and growing more in love with one another, feet hanging down above the calm current of the sea, the cool breeze whisking away the weariness of midnight. you shivered under the arctic gust washing over you, you took another chug of alcohol before you felt an arm around you.

he called, "hey, buttercup." pulling you closer and wrapping his furry coat around the both of you. "you're shivering like a damn wet dog, c'mere."

you melted under his touch, feeling all hot and bothered all of a sudden. you hid your face under your hair, blushing at the sight of your thighs dangerously close to each other. his flesh arm settled around your waist, a firm yet tender grip leaving your head in a flurry and your heart rabbiting in your chest.

"what's got you all quiet, doll?" he teased, playfully leaning down your ear. he watched how you perked up and tried avoiding his gaze, his heart bursting in affection to you.

"s-shut up it's cold." you nudged him lightly.

"y'know." he paused before nudging you back a little. "you feel good in my arms, name."

your world stopped and your ears rang. you looked up at him and it felt like the church bells rang. you felt more lightheaded than before. and all you could focus on was how profusely your cheeks heated under his gaze. you inmediately looked away, trying to regulate your heartbeat. hearing him say those kind of words was foreign, given that whatever you two have right now is blurry. for him to drop hints like that drove you insane. as the night got deeper, you slowly lost yourself and fell asleep in his embrace. later in the morning, you found yourself tucked in his quarters, yet the space beside you was empty.

the next one was when you were held captive by a pirate you formerly didn't perceive as a threat, you got careless and almost gotten yourself killed. you were missing for two days yet it felt like decades. these pirates almost played with you and strip you off of things other than your possessions. it irked you how they looked at you like you were some kind of food. things started looking hopeless for you. will kidd come? is the crew going to save you?

it was your fucking fault in the first place. why will you sit there, hands tied up by the ceiling, and think that your captain will save someone like you? when you got held captive by these lowly pirates, you're already pathetic and not deserving to be a part of his crew anymore. he doesn't want someone as weak as you, someone puny enough to be captured by nobodies like these fuckers. he sure as hell forgot about you, he doesn't need a weakling to drag down everybody in the victoria.

plus, is there really something between the two of you? or are you just someone to keep his bed and cock warm? there never really was something exclusive in the relationship you two were in. you enjoyed his company and so was he to yours. neither of you tried to poke around and find out what it is you two have. scared of shattering the delicately formed glass encasing this thing between the two of you.

"oya? what's got the pretty lady daydreamin'? your weak ass captain isn't comin', aight? so why don't we finally take our turns in enjoying you, aye?" the chorus of disgusting laughters of men and those hungry, predatorial looks they gave you sent goosebumps across your skin. you were about to lose your dignity and you haven't even told him that you love him yet. fucking fantastic.

with all hope lost, your face dropping as these men circled around you in that dark room. a thunderous cannon bolted in the sky and landed on their ship, creating a hole in the basement you were currently in. you finally saw daylight after forty-eight hours.

in a blink of an eye, all the metals in the room and the ship floated into one particular axis where you could vaguely see the figure in the deck as your eyes adjusted to the light. purple lightning was electrifyingly present here and there and the pirates suddenly lost their weapons, all flying towards the figure at the deck. "if you degenerates so much as touch a strand of hair in her head, guarantee your fucking heads to be off your goddamn necks."

hearing that voice in the flesh has kept you sane until now, the voice you want to always wake up to and tell you those three words brought an ear to ear smile in your face. "captain...!" you shakily called, trying to meet his eyes when you feel weaker by the minute.

his gaze landed on you while the other members jumped from into the basement to attack the pirates. chaos unfolded as he held your gaze and got you under his spell again. "found you, shortcake."

he jumped from the deck and untied you himself, his musky scent bringing you butterflies and a sense of warmth and safety. you couldn't stop yourself from burying yourself into his arms and tightly wrapping your limbs around him once he freed you. "i-i thought you forgot about me."

"y'know, i went through hell to find you. even if i want to forget about your dumbass, it'd be impossible for me." he said befote planting a kiss at the top of your head. taking you back a bit, you looked up at him with tear-stained cheeks and buoyant eyes. he parted his lips and said, "i'm fuckin' nuts about you, bunny." he lopsidedly smiled, flicking your forehead affectionately.

the bags under his eyes proved how he didn't sleep in those two days from finding you overnight and throughout daylight. the tired, yet gleeful glint in his eyes as he looked down at you mirrored how much was he was itching to be this close to you in the time of your absence. you later found out from the crew that kidd was more than cross when he found out that you were missing, moreso was the ship in upheaval when he learned that you were kidnapped. he started the search right away, not stopping whether the sun sets or rises, whether storm ensues or the scorching sun burned through his skin, or whether has he eaten meals or not. he wanted to find you, he's yearning for you—he still has so much he wants to do with you, to you. you two then spend the night in each other's arms; crying, laughing, and rambling about arbitrary nothings and somethings as you two seemingly did not heed the sun rising and peeking by the window. killer had to physically drag the both of you away from the bed at the morning.

the last one happened one night. kidd was in bathing in cold sweat. fidgeting through his sleep, he felt tears form at the corner of his eyes. his arm was hurting again, the phantom pain together with the scars of defeat was haunting him. the stinging sensation of torment caving in his chest and rattling his mind. he had his brows furrowed as he was fisting the sheets beside him, mumbling unintelligible somethings.

you awoke at the sound of him sobbing through his sleep, writhing in his mental agony. you pulled yourself up and immediately woke him. as soon as you his eyes opened, you saw how much terror his golden orbs mirrored. his chest heaved up and down, trying to catch his breath and regulate his heartbeat. gnawing at your heart, you choked out a sob as you cupped his face between your hands. "what happened, baby?" you mumbled meekly, voice still drunk from sleep.

after seeing your face and processing whatever happened before, he broke into tears. his cheeks becoming wet and sticky, he pulled you closer and mewled at your chest. choking out sobs as he fisted your shirt, you had your hand by his head and gave him massages whilst your other hand rubbed circles on his knuckles.

he was curled up in your arms, blubbering as he tried to mask the horrors of his nightmare. immediately finding solace in your arms; your usual redolent scent wafting in his nostrils, the soft sheets beneath the two of you.

you let him lay his head on your lap as your back rested on the headboard, soothingly playing with his locks. he snuggled closer to your touch, reveling into rhythm of your voice. your melodic songs that brought heaven to him and lulled him to slumber. just a few seconds before drifting into dreamland, he managed to mumble something. "name."

"hm?" you peeked down at him, the tip of your fingers brushing by the edges of his face.

"you're the kindest thing that ever happened to me."

you jolted awake from your drowsy state. his words repeating like a siren's hypnotic songs in the stormy sea, ears ringing from the melody of his words. your mind going blank and your vision tunneling, all you could focus on was the snoring man on your lap and the spell he put on you.

he had somehow made it clear to you how you're the serenities to his storms, the flowers in his what used to be barren groves, the peace in his tumultuous wars. amidst the madness within him, you're the only benevolence that can regulate his turmoil. in the untamed four blues of world, you were the calm belt of his currents. extinguishing all uglies within him and around him with just one smile, one hug, or one gaze at your sparkling eyes. nurturing the scars of yesterday to a part of him you've grown to love of today.

you'd think to yourself, it's rare for him to say stuff like this. he was never really big on words, he's a man defined by his actions. rather than telling you how much he wants to hold you close; he'd take delight in the tranquility of your shared quarters, fold you in his velvet sheets, unforgiving hips reminding you how much you're a who/re for it, a who/re for him. as opposed to grand romantic gestures; he'd give you little trinkets every day and sizeable figurines on special days all from his handiworks that you'd keep dear and display them on your shelves. and instead of declaring promises; he took your hand that one night, slid his handmade, gold-plated ring in your middle finger, and proclaims to find the one piece with you.

and finally you're here, dressed in that long, white dress that reached the aisle down the church hall. you were facing the man that you're willingly and more than happy to spend your life with. he's looking at you with a nervous yet elated gaze, holding your hand as the pastor (a.k.a. killer) proclaimed you two as one. husband and wife.

"i love you, always fuckin' will." he uttered those three words just before he grabbed your waist and pulled you into a deep kiss, cheers and church bells rang across the halls. it felt like a fever dream, yet here kidd was, shaking you into a reality where you two are spending it together until whenever.

finally putting this out! this shit has been in the works for too long hdasbfsabbfah i miss tulipboy smmm TT a lot has happened that's why this shit took so long

[skunkes]

can u tell us more abt al and smunker lore!!

its not really anything tangible or even interesting its just the current backdrop for my little continuous daydream i explore before sleeps

Foundational info:

(in past) Cow Al is struggling to recover from emotional crisis experienced in college (traumatic relationship), + tries to hold down some jawb but finds himself unable to stay in that environment away from home (none of his "friends" acknowledge the turmoil which makes him feel more lost), + moves back to family farm.

He likes doing different kinds of manual jobs which are always needed around + he does have that "my parents are my best friends" thing going on so he kind of just stays there to present day.

He lives in a little, idk what else to call it but a mobile home, but its the longer rectangular ones ykwim, some ways off the main Hub. (Also there's lots of focus on community in my furryverse + there's lots of non al family furs living in and working on the place + sharing resources and work and such. Its not a HUGE place but its big ^_^)

Anyway, Smunker moves in to the little forest that you cld walk to from the farm area. He lives in a little sunken tree stump den thing hee heeeee. Not many other furs live there, + there's actually more Lesser Animals (what i call just regular non furry animals) present

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The two of em meet at a grocery store, there was a relevant little point here that I forgot, which was that one of em wasn't even supposed to be there that first day for (x reason). Whatever.

The area that Cow Al lives in doesn't have very many Different looking furs. Al's family is actually all natural colors too. So he sees this pink smunk and goes a little insane (positive) (he promises later its not just because smunker looks different, but it was what drew his eye) but they never really interact (al keeps going to that same store Just In Case lol) until one day (cliche incoming) the little wheeled ladder that helps smaller furs get to higher shelves isn't available + he gets to help smunker get something from high up (he all but runs to be able to be the person to do this LOL)

Al actually has game + is confident, he's just out of practice from prior Events. He loves being social and misses making/being able to make friends so he does in fact manage to build up on interactions with Smunker...they become friends ➡️ realize they live close to each other.

Al actually accidentally damages smunker's home at some point by accident, + houses them while it's fixed, and there's another instance where smunker gets his leg caught in an illegal bear/foot trap on the walk back home at night, and then Al is also adamant on keeping an eye on him while he heals (+ is also the one who had to go help him get out of said trap...its literally a whole dramatic thing.)

I think I'm keeping both of these events as canon because it leads to the funny little situation of Al being like no wayyyyy i actually for real like this guy now that we've spent more time together like this...i need him to sleep on my belly to live :3 and cant stop having weird dreams about him. Idk if he feels the same. heeeeeeeeeelp. While skunker is like. Im for real going to kill myself for inconveniencing this person. He probably thinks im the biggest nuisance ever. I've overstayed my welcome for sure.

I haven't yet decided on the event that gets em Together. Might just be a little "date" at nearby ducky pond or something LOL. Skunker is shocked either way like huhh I didn't even know you liked me... Al has to get used to having a small partner again + navigate a relationship that doesn't suck ass again. Smunker has to get used to having big nice bf who cares about them. They like each other

[mcl-mia]

//so... i have (finally) began trudging my way through the routes of wh again (done every route prior to rembrant's, sans klaus 2 because i am petty and still think it shouldn't have existed), and i've finally gotten to nox's route. just finished rembrandt's. and like... man do i have Thoughts. so i'm going to compile them and scream into the void. many of them will probably be on rembrandt's route, but that's because.... you know. the one i just finished.

first of all. narrative wise, i ADORE the continuation. i love how they are all in one connected timeline, it really brings such a finality to season 2 and it does, despite having its own issues, fixes what one of my biggest problems with the s1 routes (i.e. self contained story lines that don't connect anywhere). they introduce like, 80% of the cast that you're going to be interacting with and dating for the forseeable future and it makes it feel like a proper overarching storyline actually EXISTS!!! AND THERE IS ONE!!! AND IT WILL SOMETIMES REFERENCE S1 STUFF!!! IT'S SO GOOD. SO GOOD.

-100 points for having the rest of the s1 cast being almost fucking absent though. i understand that like. narratively they wouldn't always need to be there. however. i miss my boys. also -10000000 points for practically no amelia. where's my fucking wingman.

i 👏 love 👏 the 👏 night 👏 class 👏 boys. 👏👏👏 they feel like an actual friend group and shit like this makes me soooooo fucking emotional:

literally this makes me so feral. like, these people are liz's best fucking friends and it SHOOOWWWWSSS. the unconditional love here makes my heart want to burst.

i am eating so much good food lore wise. geography from bith hisoka and rembrandt's routes have me eating so good.

i like the time travel aspect well enough, though i do wish they did a smidge more with it? i'm not done with the rest of the routes yet obv but i'm curious to see if liz gets to keep her time powers. the end of rembrandt's route seems to imply that she lost them because the goddess crystal shattered, though?? status is currently unclear.

this line from mischa destroyed me:

like seriously. what the fuck. this is such a good line. and it reminds me that hugo, vain, and mischa have seen so many possible timelines that exist, and yet there IS one where hugo decides to take his shot. i know they basically have everybody be in love with liz but i think it's especially cute but very cruel for hugo, who almost certainly falls in love with her every time he meets her in a different timeline. just something to think about.

speaking of mischa. i think it's fucking adorable how chica and mischa are pen pals. besties. refined ladies. we love them. idk why tumblr doesn't want me to upload the screenshot but it's really cute.

so. routes. hugo's and hisoka's felt like..... nothing? like sure, they had some Big Picture Plot relevance, hugo's moreso for obvious reasons, but hisoka's felt like a beach episode. really weird.

hisoka's especially felt like nothing. like, cool that they introduce beastmen and , subsequently,the not so cool furry racism (wow i love fe9/fe10). but like. what else did it do besides have rembrandt take his watch back. and some geography. it was a nice change of pace, but the stakes felt so incredibly low compared to the two other routes its sandwiched between. don't get me wrong, i love the ending that came out from it. i LOVE the market idea and i love how it was walter fucking goldstein that sponsors hisoka. i just wish that, like..... there was bigger things going on in it. cute route overall, but just felt a little out of place. also hachi is a 10/10 familiar. would give so many pets.

ok. so rembrandt. i love, like, a LOT of how this route is written, to an extent. it is SO full of lore and dragonkin biology. i also like the overt head-smashing symbolism of rembrandt's magic being called "twilight" - not quite day, not quite night. if i were any dumber i'd call it clever.

so. to go back to the bad. because i think, very ironically, rembrandt is the worst part of his own fucking route. it's not that i don't find rembrandt exceedingly pretty, because he is, and his characterization is kinda... good? but he's just not the rest of the cast. literally the rest of the s2 squad consistently make me smile and giggle like a child, while i'm giving the "romance" a 1000 yard stare.

like, seriously. this small convo with lucious is just fucking great and better than any dialogue liz and rembrandt have ever had:

lucious calling his friends virgins is so funny. you go you funky little dude. never change, baby boy. but this is just soooo GOOD.

there's a lot of instances where they make it a point to show that the s2 cast really cares for liz, and that they are so comfortable around her. there's SO much good interaction and it's so cute... and then rembrandt is just. there. in the corner. losing his religion.

ok but seriously. let's talk about rembrandt himself for a sec. because like, rembrandt is fine. i appreciate that they don't beat around the bush that he is literally going to outlive liz. i also appreciate that everybody else is like, "do not fucking trust him, he is literally the enemy". unfortunate that due to the nature of the route liz is like "nuh uh" which makes everyone else be like "fym nuh uh". overall though i feel like he's just. too bland. which is WILD considering that he was a prison of war for like 1000 years. i know it's moreso that in his route he has (because of liz) finally started to trust humans again, but i wanted hesitation, i wanted DRAMA, a more romeo and juliet type beat!!! that came kinda close to it, but rembrandt being there and basically turning himself in is.... lame. very lame. sigh.

and then we have the incorporation of rembrandt into the main group. like, i love the night class boys SO much. and like, it bothered me a lot when liz would be like "oh don't worry rembrandt, we're your friends and you're part of the group now!" when rembrandt would do basically nothing but exist there. like, he barely interacted with them??? he felt very out of place, especially when the rest of the boys were still unsure about rembrandt. at least make fun of zeus like the rest of us, old man.

also. the plot point where rembrandt met liz when she was a kid, and she changed his whole outlook on humans..... uuuugggghhhhh. felt very unnecessary imo. it's like they just wanted to slap in another romance trope to make up for the fact that there wasn't a lot of romance to begin with. uuuuugggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

this was funny:

thank you for your services caesar o7

oh! and nox's outfit as nightmare is dumb. i know wh probably wasn't getting the greatest budget in the world but like... could have made it, like, so much better. i'll do a separate post for that in a min.

uhhhhhh i think that's all i got for now. i have . more but y'know. more to come.

[milk-carton-whump]

I started working on this. I have another part to post but that's for later. Enjoy. Also idk how to tag this... there's nothing crazy lol.

Tags: @unicornscotty @cowboy-anon @sideblogformindtrash @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi

CW: slight religious themes, emotional distress

Zurii's Dream Pt 1

He awoke with a start, the dream he'd just had was the most vivid yet. He felt the bed shift beside him, making him turn to see his … something wasn't right. He stared at the being who was sitting up in bed beside him, they were clearly familiar but it only left him puzzled.

"What's wrong, love?" Afriel asked as he stretched and nuzzled his mate. "Bad dream?"

Zurii just looked at him even more confused now. "Love?... Afriel… what's going on?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean why are you here…?" Zurii asked perplexed.

"Love, I really don't have time for this… was it your dream silly? You're acting strange."

"I'm not… ugh. Nevermind. I… it was just a bad dream." Zurii agreed just so he could think it through more later.

Afriel smiled and gave him an affectionate kiss, helping his mate up out of bed so they could each get ready for the day. After the morning routine and some breakfast, Afriel gave Zurii another kiss before he was off.

The other angel waited for the door to close completely before darting off around the home to see if this was the dream… something was so so wrong and it was acting like a stubborn itch that refused to go away. His eyes scanned the walls, tables, frames… anything that would give him a clue about what was happening.

The home felt all wrong around him, things were in the wrong places, items were missing and instead different ones were in their place. He finally laid his eyes on picture frames hung on a wall. The photos inside them were wrong. Everything was wrong wrong wrong! The photos were only of him and Afriel. Where was his husband… his mate… his bond?

"Vana…?" He called out to the home, hopeful to get the response he desired.

None came.

"Vana?... Ravana??" He tried to call for him again as if to summon him to the very spot.

When still no response came to him he had another idea, his hands grasped at his own body, frantically searching until they met their target. He pulled his phone from his pocket and started scrolling, the images were all wrong. Where was his demon? His husband. The pictures were of Afriel and him again, it wasn't right. His contacts only had angels and his faux mate.

He was starting to get distressed now, where was the demon. Was this a strange and cruel joke? He didn't like it if it was. It wasn't funny at all.

As he tried to figure out what was happening, he look around again. There was a lack of a certain furry companion who often came to his side when he was distressed like this. He looked around more, there was also a lack of things for said cat companion.

"Dusty? Dusty come out?? Please. Dusty??" He called, no familiar trill of meows greeted him, his heart only sank further.

His brain began planning a way to figure this all out, everything around him felt horribly different, nothing was right. The only plan that came to his mind was a barely thought through idea. Find Ravana. That was all he had to do, then things would be right.

The only remnants of his presence in the living room was a small puff of feathers gently floating to the floor. The trip to the Abyss was a quick enough one. Now that hard part began as he was faced with the King. He bowed his head immediately, not daring to meet his eyes when he arrived.

The King looked up from his desk and raised an eyebrow, this was something he hadn't seen in awhile. An angel, it made his skin crawl at being near it.

"What are you here for? Lost perhaps?"

"No my King, I'm not lost. I'm looking for a demon…Ravana."

[fountainpenguin]

Hello! This isn't trying to pressure you or anything, I'm just genuinely curious and wanted to know about your plans for Mario content (since I know you've wanted to do that for a while). Any fun worldbuilding you'd like to share? :)

Thanks for the Ask!

Man, I wrote Mario world stuff ages ago that I completely forgot about... I had a 100 Prompts series and I think I got into the 30s before it stopped. I had tons of worldbuilding for Cackletta and Fawful specifically since they were my favorites :)

I do still keep my [current] Mario drafts around, but unfortunately I'm not sure when I'll post them... I'm never satisfied. I like the canon worldbuilding the way it is and it Does Not Translate very well into my writing style. I've tried for years, but it just... doesn't.

My Mario stuff is "okay," but it just feels very "meh" to me. I think I'll get there someday if I'm willing to work on it, but I'm not able to do that right now. I HAVE actually thought about it and I might post the occasional one-shot, but I'm not sure yet. My worldbuilding is still all over the place and it's very messy and I'm not in love with it.

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One of my stories is called "Political Machines" and it's about how the name "Mario Kart" came to be; it's Peach POV and delves into the culture of racing Yoshis back before karts came around. I like the idea of it a lot, but it's extremely info-dumpy and I've been struggling with it for years. I think I need to write something else first, but I haven't figured out what. Here's a scene from that:

I also love how savage Peach is skdflj:

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I also have two Bowser stories (a one-shot called "1-Down" which is Kamek POV and covers the deaths of Bowser's parents, which I LOVE but can't make it hit right) and a very loose draft for a story called Carapace Rex which is a Bowser backstory 'fic. Here's a good scene from the former:

I do miss this 'fic... I really like how extreme Bowser is despite how badly bullied he is by his abusive mom; he's vicious to her and I love that.

tbh it's actually really nice and maybe I'm overthinking it. I'd love to finish it; I just can't get the emotions right.

That said, I might take another whack at it soon and post when I'm done fiddling since I've already seen how I'll fiddle with it for years if I don't commit to a date /shrug. It's definitely one of the stories that ever was... It's just not hitting the emotions I need it to.

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I LOVE the opening lines to Carapace Rex (not sharing for major "1-Down" spoiler reasons), but I probably won't write the latter since it's been almost 6 years since I started it back in 2018. Getting older, hoping to publish original work, and starting a new long 'fic wouldn't be a good idea (Dog's Life draft started in early 2022 and Factor in 2018; I'm just wrapping up existing projects for now, but Carapace was always super vague so I don't really want to get into it). I might turn it into a one-shot though since I really love the voice in it.

-> The concept behind Carapace was that Koopas were predators of Toads... I actually reskinned the intro for Carapace into a piece of original content I used in my advanced creative writing class in college, then reskinned it again as the backstory for my OC Courtney the snow leopard, then reskinned it again to be the original project I took to a writer's conference this year...

I'm dying to do something original with predators and prey, but I've had a lot of talks with agents and editors and professional authors and we agreed it's not the right time for this content. To make a long story short, I'd either have to strip the fantasy politics out and de-age the characters so it's "animal people middle grade" or I'd have to age up the characters and push the adult angle and I... I don't know how I feel about my public author persona being "adult furry content"...... that's not what I want; I just want wolf kids hunting in the woods for their coming of age and growing up in this post-war world of fantasy politics and ceremonies... sob. The publishing world has categories though and you have to play by the rules.

Maybe someday... but I have a weird relationship with Carapace because of that, because I'm in LOVE with the scenes from it but I'd hate to use them in Mario fanfic when I'd like to use them in original work. Tsk-tsk. Maybe someday once I've already gotten my foot in the door. I'm keeping this project on the backburner as something I might self-publish but I've talked to a lot of people and I'd rather get something published traditionally and try to build my author platform before I invest, because self-pub is... expensive.

Honestly right now Dog's Life is giving me my "we're way too young to be carrying the weight of this many interspecies politics on our shoulders" fix, so at least I have that <3

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I also have an 8-chapter 'fic called "Out of You" which is about Kamek trying to raise the Koopalings (and Junior). I'll probably scrap most of that and rehash it as something else; I don't think there's much worth saving...? I'll have to think about it.

But here's my favorite WIP scene from it, ft. Ludwig and Peach:

:)

Potential's good, fun is good... Just need to find the right kind of worldbuilding that satisfies me. I'd originally hoped to post Mario stuff before the movie came out in April, but I just never got around to it. Maybe someday? It just doesn't feel right, though, and I can't invest my energy in something I'm not in love with.

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That's all I have to say right now; I don't want to say too much about my worldbuilding since it's still super messy. I have ideas about what would be "cool" or "interesting" but I just... don't love those ideas enough to make them part of "my take" on the world. There is a fine line between "Riddle's usual magical realism writing style" and "At this point it's an AU." I think I need to cull back the crazy ideas and stick closer to canon.

Is that "boring" and "uncreative"? Eh, I think that's just where my passion lies; I write fanfics because I love the media, and if I didn't love it, I wouldn't be writing fanfics. When I write, I want to continue writing the worldbuilding that I love, which means basing it closely on the media. I guess I'll always be canon compliant at heart even in a fandom where I'm okay with writing AUs, ha ha.

Maybe I'll dig up some of my really old one-shots from that 100 prompts project, clean them up a little, and post some of them. I know there were some Baby Bowser and Doopliss pieces in there. Might be a nice icebreaker.

[funnywormz]

Hey hi hello!!! for 003 of that ask game! I would like to know your opinions on either the funky cat man pls <3

im not sure if there was meant to be another character name here since you put "either"? but regardless i am happy to have an opportunity to talk abt my beloved kitty cat let's gooooo <3

003 | give me a character and i will tell you...

how i feel about this character:

I LOVE CAT i love him so so much. he's so funny and iconic and just. a pleasure to witness. it's always so fun to see what new outfits he wears in each episode hehe. im always a sucker for humanoid characters with animal traits as well, im kind of a furry/furry-adjacent so obv that aspect of him appeals to me too........ he was actually my favourite character for a while before he got beaten by rimmer and then by lister but he's still very dear to my heart

any/all the people i ship romantically with this character:

nobody! my personal headcanon for the cat is that he's aromantic so i don't ship him romantically with anyone, he's expressed multiple times that he gets confused or revolted by the idea of committed romantic relationships and i can't imagine that it would be something he'd derive happiness from. just my personal headcanon though ofc

my favourite non-romantic relationship for this character:

oh definitely his friendship with lister! i love love love how they can be partners in crime sometimes and how cat seems to have a weird kind of respect for lister (at least compared to how he feels abt rimmer lol). it's very very funny how lister is technically the god of cat's species and the whole reason why he's even alive in the first place and yet cat just Doesn't Care abt it. i love how in earlier seasons lister would treat cat more like a cat sometimes...... ik it's definitely not canon but i like to think that he still does cat stuff with him sometimes like getting him to chase laser pointers and string. i also think cat should snuggle up to lister sometimes and complain abt his smell the whole time but he also spends hours like that bc he enjoys it. imagining rimmer walking in one day to see lister playing video games with the cat just curled up on his lap and he immediately turns 180° and walks back out of the room LMAO

my unpopular opinion about this character:

call me a sap if you want but i do think he cares abt his friends. i think he loves and cares abt them deep down and idc what anyone says, even canon. if you've ever been friends with a real kitty you'll know that they can be extremely affectionate loving creatures, and although cat himself is pretty aloof i like to believe he has a loving side deep down. very deep down.

one thing i wish would happen/had happened with this character in canon:

i would love to see more of the other cats! also the whole thing of "coolness" being an expression of atheism in cats is so funny and i would have loved to see more of his fellow Cool Cats that don't follow "cloister's" teachings. i also would love to see him doing more cat-things in the modern series like he used to do back in the first two seasons especially, like playing with his food and scent marking by spraying perfume on everything and stuff like that. he doesn't do as much of that stuff as the show goes on and i miss it

favourite friendship for this character:

(see the above "favourite non-romantic relationship" answer, it's the same for this one)

my crossover ship:

not really a ship, or a crossover since they're in the same show lol (sorry i rlly am not meeting the brief here lmao), but i would love to see him hang out with dog from parallel universe again. maybe become close buddies with him despite their initial differences. their dynamic was so fun from what we got to see of it

[lemmetreatya]

Single Father!Jotaro x fem Reader 💚

“daddy, look! it’s a kitty!”

waddling up to the rather small calico cat, jolyne crouched down to observe the self-minding feline. she made grabby hands towards it — nappy drooping, nose running and all.

swiftly walking past her, jotaro only took a brief look at jolyne’s predicament before grovelling in her direction.

“don’t touch it, jojo. it might have fleas.”

“awe…”

the girl pouted in retaliation to her father’s command however obeyed him nonetheless. she continued to watch her new furry infatuation, eyes gleaming as she observed it lick itself clean.

a darker yet friendly shadow towered over the two small creatures.

“it’s just a baby.” jotaro stated more to himself, voice a bit softer now that he contemplated his misdirected harshness on the innocent animal.

jolyne jumped up from her crouched position, stomping her small butterfly designed shoes as she pointed at the cat whilst turning back to her dad.

“oh, oh! if its a baby…then that means i’m older. i’m big girl!”

jotaro looked between his daughter and the now stretching cat. in all honesty, they might have well have been the same size. but then again a lot of the average beings jotaro came in contact with were smaller than him. he had a hard time telling the differences with sizes and heights if the individual wouldn’t usually meet him via eye level.

“as much big as a three year old can be, yes.” he chided before wordlessly walking back in the direction he was headed.

jotaro’s departure however wasn’t an instant prompt for jolyne to follow, her juvenile curiosity far more impending than the absence of her father. once realising she wasn’t immediately behind him, the man was forced to call out for his kin.

“come on, jojo let’s go.”

reluctantly waving her tiny hand, jolyne bid her farewell to the cat.

“bye, kitty cat!”

the cat meowed as it yawned — in no relation to jolyne’s words — but the girl’s eyes lit up at the prospects that the cat was responding to her. with a giddy air, jolyne ran to her father’s side, automatically slotting her hand into his.

“daddy, i want kitty. i want to play it.”

jotaro shook his head as he looked across the street before focusing his head forwards.

“no, jojo. animals are an actual responsibility and not just something you get because you have a fleeting feeling for one. it demands selflessness and sacrifice. it’s also takes more than just one person to look after properly.”

jotaro recited the same speech his grandfather gave him when his late girlfriend was pregnant with jolyne. he literally only had to replace one word now that he was regurgitating the same words back to his daughter but nonetheless; he didn’t think he’d be having this conversation so soon.

flinging her head back, the girl whined.

“but i want one! i want kitty.”

“who’ll look after the cat when you’re at school?”

the question was definitely something that hadn’t crossed the younger girl’s mind when she had made her declaration of a lifetime. jotaro could tell she was raking her tiny head of all the possible kittysitting options she had. it was almost cruel how a three year old didn’t have those many contacts when it came to calling in favours.

“oh, you can!”

jotaro scratched the back of his neck with his free hand. sometimes the younger girl’s words were intangible but he was able to decipher most of it.

his truthful answer would have been that he had no intention to look after a cat or potentially have one running around the labs all day. yet, this was jolyne he was answering to, and so his reply had to be in direct relation to her proposition.

he wasn’t ready to handle the downward spiral of The Why? train right now.

“i’ll be really focused on my work and will occasionally have to travel a lot so i won’t be able to give it the right care.”

the girl gave a small hum, brain being raked through once again before giving another option.

“miss y/n!”

jotaro’s heart momentarily stilled. he’s even sure his blood pressure was starting to rise.

“why miss y/n?” he steadily asked.

despite his visible awkwardness, jolyne had no perception whatsoever to why or if her father was feeling a certain way simply because she mentioned your name. all she cared about was whether you liked cats and whether one could reside within your place of continuous residents — which in this case was a cafe.

(jolyne’s perception of what adults did at work all day was very limited.)

“she said, she said she like kitties so so…so the kitty can hang ou’ and play — oh! a cawapillar!”

she didn’t even get to finish her train of thought. jolyne stalked off towards the entry way of someone’s front garden, fluttering her hand through the well groomed peonies before poking her finger close to the green insect’s body.

jotaro however was left with that betraying warm feeling he got whenever you were mentioned, in his presence or near enough thought about you.

not like he’d ever do anything about it, he tells himself, because like you’d settle for a grouchy, complicated and single dad like him.

although jotaro knows you’re kind enough to not judge him by those aspects but he cant help but use them as justification for himself and to why he hasn’t pursued you yet.

he doesn’t know why but jolyne too had created a well earned penchant to you. jotaro didn’t even think he had visited the coffee shop often enough for that to happen, but upon jolyne’s multiple requests that she get to visit the bistro specifically for you, he found himself complying and therefore spending most of their ‘outside’ time within the small shop.

not that he minded; if he too didnt benefit from the visits, he wouldn’t have been so compliant to go.

but surprisingly, speaking of the angel herself,

“what have you got here, jolyne?”

out of nowhere, you crouched down next to the younger girl, your expression focused on whatever jolyne seemed to be looking at.

however, as soon as she realised it was you who was lowered next to her, the girl forgot what occupied her and squealed with childish delight as she threw her tiny body into your arms.

“ahh! miss y/n!”

you instantly wrapped your arms around her, engulfing her in a warm hug.

“what are…do you doing here?”

her voice was muffled as she had her face within the wool of your jumper. you could only secretly coo at her cuteness and stringing of words before pulling back to answer her question.

“i was on my way to work when i saw you two in front of me so i thought i’d come to say hi. are you on your way to the cafe too?”

jolyne nodded her head.

“mhm!” swaying to the side, jolyne’s eyes seemed occupied elsewhere as she somehow became shy. “daddy—daddy said that when i get a kitty, i let it stay at yours because i will be…at schooool.”

the interesting piece of information jolyne gave forced you and jotaro to look at each other in surprise. you had wore a face of intrigue but the tall marine biologist wore one more on the side of shock.

he vividly shook his head, directing his statement towards you even though he was answering his daughter.

“jolyne, i did not agree to that.”

“you didn’t?” the young girl made a puzzled face, a moment of thinking before shrugging her shoulders and going back to inspecting the caterpillar.

jolyne’s hypothetical statement of making you look after her hypothetical pet hardly meant anything to her but to jotaro it meant everything and some.

with a sigh, the man turned away from you, scratching the back of his neck as it heated up in colours of rouge and periwinkle.

“sorry about that. she’s suddenly so fixated on getting a cat but i’m just trying to explain why she can’t.”

standing up from your crouching position, you lightly shook your head.

“it’s honestly no worries. she’s an inquisitive young girl and an only child, she’s bound to ask for those type of things.”

jotaro really wasn’t thinking about it that far. in fact he hadn’t even taken into account why she may have wanted a pet in the first place. the fact that she wanted a pet was already too much and not something he was prepared to think about further.

with his face screwed inwards, jotaro hid his hands into the pockets of his jacket.

“dont all kids ask for that kinda stuff?” he muttered, eyes fixated on his daughter out of caution but also as a second hand excuse so he didn’t have to look at you.

it’s silly, but jotaro sometimes thought that if you were to look into his eyes for too long, you’d be able to tell how whipped he really was for you.

“they do, but i feel like with an only child it may come from a different place.” you pondered.

jotaro blinked thrice, his attention still fixated on his child. in his own mind, he was still trying to get over how close you seemed to be standing next to him.

“right…”

the short answer from the male slightly made you panic.

you knew jotaro didn’t really take to everything as simply as others did but fearing you had somehow offended him made you wonder if you said something wrong.

laying a light hand on his arm, you turned inwards towards him, voice low as you gave your apology.

“sorry if i’ve overstepped. i just want you to know that you’re an absolutely great father who’s doing a great job and i wouldn’t dare or want you to think that im tryna tell you what’s best for your daughter.”

jotaro’s breath hiked.

god, he knew you were pretty — he practically memorised every inch of your face before he laid his head to rest at night — but now that you were so up close with your face only centimetres away from his and dutifully praising him for his personally quite sloppy efforts?

oh, he could practically feel his heart sink. he was falling so hard.

“no, you’re fine.” he croaked.

jotaro’s eyes blinked but not in sync as they delayed one after the other. he even thinks he can feel his left one twitching.

unsatisfied with his answer (and unaware of his internal dilemma), you almost pouted, eyes wide as you looked up at the man with a face of concern.

“okay. but you’d tell me if i did overstep, right?”

“yes, of course.”

you gave jotaro one last hard look before turning your attention to jolyne, that enthusiastic smile of yours back on your face.

slightly walking in the direction of the cafe, you posed your question to the little girl.

“jojo! if you could get a kitty, what kinda kitty would you get?”

hearing that she was now being spoken to, the smaller girl dragged her attention away from the caterpillar before automatically catching up to you and reaching her hand out for you to hold.

jotaro keens at how you didn’t have to call or command for jolyne to follow you, she just did, out of her own volition.

“uhm. a really fluffy white one.”

holding the girl’s hand in yours, you nodded at her selection. ah, yes! every young girl’s classic choice.

“ah, i know which one you’re talking about. so one that looks a bit like the one from that disney film?”

“yeah!”

“interesting, interesting.”

you took one glance back at jotaro, an almost mischievous glint in your eye. the man, tugging behind both of you, could only frown in perplexity.

what on earth were you thinking?

looking back down at the small girl, you slightly swinged the both of your hands before you reached out the other to push the door of the cafe open.

“so say if i were to get a kitty for myself that looks exactly like the one from that movie, would you help me look after it?”

having asked jolyne a question she never thought she’d ever hear within the 8 minutes of her new Kitty Kraze, she screamed loudly before instantly zooming into the cafe shop and run around in circles.

the regular customers who were already present all looked up with surprise and shock. however, once they realised who it was, they all went back to their own devices with warm smiles.

“i’m getting a kitty! im getting a kitty!” she screamed, her tiny body weaving between tables and chairs.

having heard the conversation you had with jolyne, jotaro could only sigh at your preposition. even though he was her guardian and had the final say, he always felt obliged to please his daughter — even if it cost his own comfort.

walking inside after you, jotaro stood by your side as he gave you a look of concern.

“you didn’t have to do that.” he said, voice mild.

you could only shrug as you happily watched the younger girl invade people’s privacy in order to tell them of the Good News.

“i know, but i wanted to.” you mused back.

the both of you glowed in warmth as you watched over the young girl. however, as the two of you stood there, you were certain you could feel a sense of hostility coming from the taller man.

what if he had his reasons to why he didn’t want a cat? maybe he was allergic, or maybe he had negative memories of one. either way, you realise that you had once again could have overstepped the boundaries this man tried to create for his daughter.

once again you turned your body inwards towards the man, but this time, you took one of his hands in your own.

“you told me you’d tell me if anything i was doing was too much right? i really do respect what you try and do for jolyne so if you told me no right now, i’d obediently listen.”

as you stood in front of him once again, your hand in his, jotaro felt the biggest urge to bow his head onto your shoulder and tell you how he felt.

i could never tell you no, is what he really wanted to say, propose how he’d let you make every executive decision when it came to his own daughter because he felt like you’d do a better job and that she listened to you easier.

but jotaro knew better than to bite off more than he could chew.

lightly squeezing your hand back (so small compared to his!), jotaro had to calm down mentally, emotionally and physically before he could answer you back.

he felt like he was going to faint.

“it’s okay. if its alright with you then it’s okay.” he shared. blinking down at you, jotaro thought he saw your eyes gleam but he thinks hes just being hopeful.

with a nod, you smiled up at the man.

“okay. looks like we’re getting a cat then!”

jotaro couldn’t help but let his face crack; a small smile broke through, a reflection of your own.

he’s not sure why, but for a moment, he was certain he could picture what it’d be like to have you as family — as his own.

but okay ive been really slack with my disso recently because i’ve just been churning out these lil imagines hehehe this gonna be my last one until after ive done all my prepared reading.

IN THE MEAN TIME, send me some requests you’d like me to work on for when i come back!! :p

[oh-my-damn]

Realization

A/N: Sixth installment in my Curtis Everett-Verse

Pairing: Curtis Everett x Innocent!Female Reader

Series Masterlist

Chapter Summary: You speak up when you shouldn't, and Curtis comes to a life altering realization.

Chapter warnings: Angst, threat of assault, violence, talk of pregnancy, fluff.

Word Count: 2000

The beautiful divider is by @firefly-graphics

"At this altitude we need only... Seven minutes."

"This is so disappointing! Passengers! This is not a shoe. This, is disorder. This, is size ten chaos. This, see this? This is death. In this locomotive we call home, there is one thing that is between our warm hearts and the bitter cold. What do you think that is? Clothing? Shields? No. Order. Order, is the barrier, that holds back the frozen death. We must all of us, on this train of life, remain in our allotted station. We must each of us, occupy our preordained particular position."

You watch as the woman dressed in a furry coat places a shoe on top of Andrew's head. His arm has been lubed up and stuck out the hole of the train side, his skin freezing as you watch the pretentious woman giving her speech.

"This is such bullshit," you mumble under your breath, your blood boiling inside.

You know why Andrew is up there.

He's there because minutes earlier, they took away his son, and he decided to throw a shoe at the lady's head in response.

"I can't believe they're getting away with this, they shouldn't be. This isn't right, it's so fucking-"

"Angel, please be quiet."

Curtis' whispered words interrupt you, making you turn your head to look at him.

"Excuse me?"

Curtis turns to look at you, his gaze stern, "I said, be quiet. This is not the time."

You scoff loudly, glaring at him as you harshly whisper, "Oh, you don't think so? When is, then? When it's our son being taken away by those fur-coat wearing bitches? Or would that not affect you, either?"

Curtis sighs quietly, his gaze returning to watch the spectacle happening in front of you and the rest of the tail-end passengers.

"I hope you understand that if that was my son, it wouldn't have been a shoe. It would have been a knife. And we wouldn't have even been in this situation."

You scoff again, placing a protective hand over your stomach, "Well, if that's how you feel, I guess you still have a couple of months before you need to stay true to your word."

Curtis snaps his head to the side to look at you, his face stern but eyes wide, "Angel, what are you talking about?"

You glare at him angrily, your gaze drifting back to whats happening in front of you, "I'm talking about the fact that I haven't had a period in almost three months. So if that was our son, you know we would have both done anything we could to stop it."

"Our son?" Curtis murmurs, his eyes fixed on you, "What are you saying right now? Are you... Are you pregnant?"

"Might be," you shrug, your eyes locked on Andrew when his scream ripples through the train car, "Don't know for sure yet."

"Baby," Curtis breathes out, his eyes intensely on you, "Are you serious right now?"

You glance at him, another casual shrug, "Not entirely. But it's likely. Still waiting to get confirmation."

Your eyes are trained on Andrew, so you miss the way Curtis gawks at you, and the way his entire face changes. His eyes light up, a grin spreading on his face, "But you think you are?"

"Yeah, maybe. I'm not sure, gotta wait for our medical check-up."

"But there's a definite chance you are," Curtis interjects, "There's a definite chance you might be... pregnant... Yes?"

You nod absentmindedly, your words mumbled and indifferent, "Yes, there is. Isn't that what I've been saying this entire time?"

"Yes but baby, you-this.. You can't just spring this on me like that, I-"

"Curtis," you hiss, glaring at him, "Andrew is losing his arm right now. Is this really what you want to focus on? He's losing his arm because we didn't help him."

"Oh baby, you won't be helping anyone at all, after what you just told me."

You roll your eyes, turning your gaze back ahead of you as you whisper, "You're the boss of the tail, Everett. Not the boss of me."

"That's not true," Curtis whispers in response, leaning closer to you as he watches whats happening at the front, "You're mine. Did you forget that?"

You scoff loudly, a reaction triggered by the situation happening in front of you and by the words Curtis just chose to utter. You don't actually mean anything by it, you just want to show your distaste at the entire ordeal, but unfortunately, it catches the attention of one of the guards standing next to Andrew.

The young guard spots you after a short moment, his eyes narrowing when he says, "You! Stand up!"

You glance towards Curtis quickly before you comply, rising to your feet in the middle of the crouched down passengers surrounding you.

"You got a problem?" The guard spits, while another one keeps track of the time. The fur-coated woman turns her eyes on you, glaring in reaction to the guards tone.

You square your shoulders, the defiance deeply rooted inside you bubbling up as you suddenly blurt out, "As a matter of fact, I do. Thank you for asking. What you're doing is despicable, and you should all be ashamed of yourselves."

The guards' brows raise for a moment, but within a second, he lurches toward you, his staff in hand.

You don't even have time to react before he strikes you, hitting your cheek with the thick metal throng, making you fall to the floor in a loud thump.

Your cluttered mind doesn't fully register it when it happens, but it catches on when it spots Curtis, now standing, his fist meeting the jaw of the guard that just struck you.

And you most definitely recognize his voice when it yells, "Don't you fucking dare touch her!"

Chaos ensures around you; people rising from their seated positions, blows landing, screams filling the air.

You inhale deeply, your heart pounding in your chest once you realize what's happening. You barely even have time to try to get on your feet before your arm is grabbed, roughly pulling you up from the ground.

You're pulled through the mass of people, ending up at the front right next to Andrew, panic rising inside when you feel a gun suddenly pressed against your temple.

"ORDER!" The voice of the fur-clad woman yells sternly, "ORDER OR SHE DIES!"

Your eyes fan over the crowd quickly, panic still bubbling inside you, until they finally meet a pair of familiar blue ones. Curtis takes a step forward, but is immediately stopped when another guard holds him back.

"I SAID ORDER!" The coat-clad lady yells again, "We weren't planning on taking a life today, but we easily could!"

Your wide eyes hold Curtis', his face filled with dread as he watches you.

"Mr. Everett," the lady says, stepping toward Curtis, "Is this what you want? To lose one of your own? Or will you get them in line?"

Curtis' wide eyes dart to yours again, tears streaming down your cheeks as the guards strong fingers dig into your arm.

"I will get them in line," Curtis replies through gritted teeth, eyes never wavering from yours.

"Good," the woman practically hums, glancing back at you, "I would hate to kill such a pretty face."

Her eyes trail over your form for a moment before she continues, "But then again, perhaps she'd do well in the night car."

She turns to look at the guards stationed around her, "What do you think?"

You watch on in dread as the guards standing at the front of the tail all nod, one of them smirking at you, filling your insides with more horror than you've ever felt your entire time on the train.

Curtis' jaw tenses even more, his eyes narrowing dangerously, "I said I would get them in line. Let her go."

"She seems awfully important," the lady muses, watching his reaction, "Why is that?"

Curtis hesitates for a moment, but once his eyes are back on yours, his features soften, making him quietly reply, "She's mine. Let her go."

The lady chuckles mockingly, the guard holding you back tightening his hold, and right as you're about to lose all hope, you hear the sound of a wooden leg clinking on the metal floor of the train car.

"Minister Mason, please tell Mr. Wilford I would like a word."

"Gillian!" the lady chimes, almost excitedly, "Good to see you. Mr. Wilford has no reason to visit here, but you can talk to me."

"Leave the girl," Gillian replies sternly, "She is of no use to you."

"Oh, I don't think that's true," the lady replies, eyeing you quickly, "She looks quite presentable. They could get good use of her in the night car."

"The girl is pregnant," Gillian immediately responds, "And if there's one thing I know, it's that Wilford does not like risking the lives of babes. Let her go and leave her be. Or you will live to regret it."

"Oh, Gillian," the lady snickers, shaking her head, "Wilford is not concerned about babes being born in the tail end. The only children that matter to him are the ones born in the front."

"They will matter," Gillian responds immediately, "When their father is the future leader of the tail. Let her go, or you will have another uprising on your hands."

The lady eyes you for a moment, but you're still in the iron-tight hold of the guard, before she turns back to look at Curtis, "Oh, Mr. Everett. You got yourself in a precarious situation, didn't you?"

Curtis inhales deeply, his jaw staying tense as he replies, "Yes, unfortunately. I didn't plan on it, and yet here we are."

Your brows furrow for a moment in response to his words, a different kind of dread filling your veins.

What does that mean? Does he not want you to have his baby?

"We can have that taken care of, you know," the lady muses with a smile on her face, "Up at the front. We can take it off your hands."

Curtis' reply comes so quickly, it almost gives you whiplash, "No! No. That's not necessary. We can take care of it here."

The lady turns back to Gillian, "You need to get your people in line, Mr. Gillian. Wilford does not take kindly to situations like this."

"I will," Gillian responds, "Hand the girl back and I swear to you, you will hear nothing more of this."

Once you're back in your bunk, Curtis is practically coddling you. Almost suffocating you in blankets people came to deliver, tucking you in so tightly you have a hard time breathing.

"Curtis," you croak out when he places another blanket on top of the pile already smothering you, "Please stop."

"No," he murmurs, tucking in the sides, "I need to make sure you don't get cold."

He keeps fidgeting with the blanket, and it's annoying you at this point, making you exclaim, "Curtis! Enough!"

He looks up at you, brows raised in surprise at your tone, making you instantly soften it, "Baby, it's enough. I'm sweating under here. Just go see Gillian. Please?"

Curtis frowns, his fingers running over the sides of your blanket covered body, "I don't have time, I need to make sure-"

"You need to make sure they don't do this again," you reply sternly, watching his face. "Baby, make sure they won't be doing this by the time this baby comes. Stop fuzzing over me, save these people. Save our child."

He blinks, his features pulling into a sad frown as he whispers, "What if I can't do that? What if it doesn't work?"

You cup his face in your hands, your words a quiet whisper, "Do whatever it takes, as long as it doesn't mean you won't make it back to me. If there's ever a chance of that, you stop. Okay? You come right back here and you stop. But as long as you know there's still a chance.. Go save our people. They deserve to be saved by someone like you."

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touch me

spencer reid x reader

Summary: Spencer is incredibly touch-starved and hard on himself since coming home from prison. Luckily, the medical examiner in this small town is really good at reading people, and exactly what he needs.

warnings: mentions of cases, insecurity issues, female reader, smut, blowjobs, riding, praise, emotional hurt/comfort. emotional sex, strangers to lovers, hook-ups,

word count: 5.8k

They had been in New Mexico for almost a week, solving a series of murders that seemed to have no end in sight. There was nothing they could do but go back to their hotels to sleep, hoping there’d be a connection in the morning.

Spencer and JJ were sharing a room as the small town hotel didn’t have accommodations for everyone that was visiting to help with the case. They didn’t mind, it was like a long sleep-over.

They did their own thing, kept their space and Spencer really did enjoy overhearing her on FaceTime with her kids. It was refreshing happiness in the middle of the madness murder sadness and despair they were swallowed by.

When his phone rang at 6 am, just shortly after he returned to his room for a quick rest, he sighed deeply, “Dr. Reid.”

“I’m so sorry to do this to you, but another body dropped and I need you to go to the ME,” Prentiss explained softly down the line. “It’s weirder than the other’s and you’re the only person who would be able to work it out with the examiner.”

“I’m on it,” he replied with a tightlipped smile. He hung up and looked over at JJ, already peacefully asleep on her bed. He closed the door softly on his way out, not wanting to disturb her any further.

At the other end of the hallway, Spencer stood and waited for the elevator. It seemed to be taking forever, everything he was doing lately dragged on and on with no end in sight. He was exhausted, still struggling with his PTSS, just all around not having the best time.

He was in the middle of rubbing the sleep out of his eyes when the elevator opened with an equally tired woman waiting inside. “Hi,” she said before covering her mouth to yawn, “sorry.”

“I get it,” he smiled as he stepped inside. “Lobby?”

“Yes please,” she smiled. “Are you here for the case too?”

“Uh, yes,” he answered softly, “I’m Dr. Spencer Reid, with the FBI.”

“Oh, hi! I’m Dr. Y/N Y/L/N, the medical examiner,” her face lit right up. “Agent Prentiss said you’d be joining me I just didn’t think this quickly.”

She was adorable, bubbly and happy in a way he envied. He missed the feeling of random giddiness, smiling at her as he felt the butterflies swirl in his stomach. “Do you need a ride? I have an SUV from the bureau.”

“Yeah,” her smiled got bigger. “That would be really nice.”

They walked closely together through the lobby and towards the parking structure, he hit the unlock button a few times while trying to figure out which SUV his keys matched to. Finally getting in and watching her climb in the passenger seat.

“Do you know anything yet about the body?” Spencer asked as he turned on the ignition.

“Yeah hold on,” she pulled her iPad out of her bag and started sliding through emails.

“Your tech girl sent me the initial police reports, witness statements and overview,” she began to explain. “Like the others, she’s a 25-year-old female, blond, blue-eyed, athletic.”

“Prentiss said it was a weird one?” Spencer added.

“They think she was embalmed before the unsub staged her,” Y/N added with a tone of disgust on her voice. “Do you have your tech girl’s number?”

“Yeah, hold on,” Spencer dug his phone from his pocket and dialled the number.

“Penelope Garcia, the 8th wonder of the world at your service,” she answered after just one ring. “How are you doing on this fine morning, my fine furry friend?”

“Not so hot,” Spencer replied. “I’m with the ME right now on the way to the body, she has a question for you.”

“Oh hello, ask away.”

Y/N was smiling on the front seat, enjoying the show they put on for her. “Um, hi I was wondering if you could look into anyone in this town buying embalming equipment, or if any has been stolen from the funeral home? This town is so under-resourced already, I don’t know where this guy could get this stuff.”

“Absolutely, I’ll add that to my parameters,” Garcia’s voice was lovely and soft. “I’ll call you back if I find anything!”

“She’s lovely,” Y/N exclaimed as Spencer place his phone back in his pocket.

“Yeah, she is.”

Spencer pulled into the morgue’s parking lot, the lights were all on and the Coroners van was parked by the loading doors. Inside there was just 1 officer, waiting beside a body bag as Spencer and Y/N walked in.

The officer gave them both a quick rundown of the crime scene findings, as well as information about where all the equipment was before leaving them to their work.

“Have you ever examined a body?” Y/N asked Spencer.

He nodded, “I’ve been present during a few, held some organs, but I’ve never done one myself.”

“They’re pretty gnarly,” She scrunched her face and giggled. “Let’s get you all geared up.”

She handed him a hairnet, a white plastic suit, goggles and a mask. “Gloves are on the wall, pick your size.”

He felt like a lunch lady standing beside her, taller than her by almost a foot, dressed in all white with a hairnet. He could tell she was smiling at him under her mask, her eyes gleamed up at him in a way that made his heart melt.

He had to remind himself multiple times that this was nowhere close to the time appropriate to want to flirt with someone. They were about to examine a dead body, and potentially solve a case. There would be time to flirt later.

But he was just so amazed by how she worked, being able to tell everything that was going on by just looking at the body. Making notes on her own and only occasionally explaining things to Spencer. In her own little world, solving the puzzle with expertise.

“The other 4 vics were just strangled and staged, dressed up and left in different areas around town,” she ran the case down more for herself, needing to hear the words to make a connection.

“Yes,” Spencer followed her train of thought, tilting his head as he listened.

“She was murdered, embalmed, staged and sexually assaulted. His MO is completely different and it’s only been 2 days since the last body dropped. I think he’s found his signature,” She explained her thoughts. “His sexual aspect comes out only when they’re dead and cold, we’re dealing with a necrophile.”

“While most serial killers start with small animals before moving on to humans, he started with women and then eventually grew to what he really wanted. That’s what we were missing,” Spencer’s eyes lit up.

“He’s a lot younger than you hypothesized in the original profile,��� She added.

“You read it?”

She nodded, “yeah I like to know what you’re looking at to see if I have answers.”

“This is really going to help us,” Spencer smiled, his eyes mimicking hers now.

“I can finish up here if you want to go back to your team? I can get a cab,” She offered. “Go catch this guy.”

“Okay,” Spencer said, backing up from the table and taking his equipment off. Placing them in the hazmat garbage. “Are you sure?”

“Yes Dr. Reid, I’ll be fine,” She laughed. “Can I call you if anything comes up?”

He smiled again, “call me even if something doesn’t.” He dug a contact card out of his pocket and placed it on top of her purse. Waving as he walked out of the room.

—

He thought about her smile for the rest of the afternoon, leaving his findings with Prentiss before heading back to his room to sleep for a few hours.

He finally found his way back into the police department 5 hours later, coffee in hand as he tried to absorb all the new information. They had a lead, stolen embalming equipment from a funeral home a few towns over was reported 4 days ago.

He stayed back during the apprehension of the suspect. Simmons, Lewis and Rossi were closer and they didn’t think the unsub would be dangerous. No one was missing and he wasn’t expecting them, should be easy to get him to come in for some questions.

Much like the rest of this case, it didn’t go to plan. They found another woman in his home, having to shoot him in the process. Ending the spree, ridding the world of a necrophile. It just didn’t feel like justice was served when another person had to die.

Spencer sat on his bed, calming down slightly from the end of the case. Saving a woman, killing a murderer, it was all a lot to process in such a short time.

JJ was in her bed on the other side of the room, scrolling through Facebook as she looked at photos of her kids. It was a much easier way for her to calm down, remembering that she could go home to pure, unadulterated happiness at the end of a case.

They heard a small knock on the door, Spencer volunteered to answer, opening it only a small amount as he looked out.

“Oh, hi,” surprised to see Y/N behind the door.

“Would you like to come and drink with me?” She asked, holding up a bottle in her hand. “In my room,” she added.

“Yeah, yes um, hold on,” he closed the door on her softly.

“Who’s that?” JJ smirked at him.

“My friend,” he replied quickly, running to the bathroom to look at his hair and fix his shirt. “I’ll be back later.”

He grabbed his wallet, making sure he had a condom first, before opening the door only a small amount to slip out into the hall. Hiding Y/N from JJ as she tried to look out the door.

“Sorry, my co-worker and I are sharing,” he explained.

“It’s okay,” she smiled, heading towards the stairs. “I’m just a floor up, and the elevator takes a million years.”

Spencer held the door for her, watching her head up the stairs as he noticed the bottle in one of her hands and her shoes in the other. She walked up the steps in her socks, exhausted from the day.

“Did you get any sleep?” She asked him softly as she kept climbing the steps.

“A few hours, did you?”

“Yeah,” she laughed, “I woke up just before they called about the body this morning.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to just go to bed? You’ve been working for 12 hours,” Spencer worried for her.

She reached the door for floor 3, pulling it open with the hand she held her shoes in, “Sleep is the for weak.”

He laughed lightly, “do you want me to hold anything?”

“Here,” she handed him the bottle, “thanks.”

She dug the keycard from her pocket as he followed her towards the right door. Excitement bubbled in his chest as she opened the door and welcomed him inside.

It was exactly like his room downstairs, only there was just 1 queen bed and a few couches by the window. She set her things down on the bed, sighing deeply as she sat on the edge.

“Do you have any cups or mugs?” Spencer asked, reminding her that he was holding the alcohol still.

“Yeah, on the bar table over there,” she pointed. “I’m just going to change in the bathroom quickly, you can pour yourself a drink.”

“Okay,” he smiled awkwardly as he crossed the room.

She dug through her suitcase quickly. Spencer saw from the corner of his eye as she took out some shorts and a shirt, not even slightly worried about being so casual in front of a complete stranger.

He inspected the bottle, it was just a cheap scotch, nothing too special. He poured about an inch of the golden liquid into two cups, not a big fan of drinking but tonight he felt a little risky.

She came back looking more refreshed, very cozy, and still breathtakingly beautiful. He hadn’t felt this way about someone in a long time, the tightening in his chest as he wondered where the night was going to go.

Not to mention the longing he felt.

Even before prison, he wasn’t one to spend a lot of nights alone with a beautiful stranger. The added isolation in his life changed him on a fundamental level, he realized just how much he craved contact, and just how much he’s deprived himself over the years from both men and women. He just wanted to be loved properly.

He silently handed her one of the cups, smiling at each other softly as they tapped cups. Taking the whole drink, “oh, yep that was exactly what I needed.” Y/N’s eyes watered as her face scrunched up, coughing a bit.

Spencer felt the same, only being able to hide it a bit better. The burn was nice on his throat, it made him feel alive. “Did you want to order some food or anything or?”

She laughed, “that would be the smart and responsible thing to do.”

“Are you okay?” He asked softly.

She looked up at him, her shoulders dropping as she released the tension in her body. Looking into his eyes with care, it was so different from the way his co-workers looked at him. She didn’t think he was broken, she had to reason to believe he was even damaged.

“Yeah,” she smiled, placing her hand on his chest as she stepped in closer to him. “Do you like mushrooms on pizza?” She giggled, even this close to him with every opportunity to kiss him, she chose to just make him smile. Something that didn’t happen too often lately.

“I do, it’s my favourite topping actually.”

She took his tie in her hands and dragged him to the couch, “I enjoy topping sometimes too.”

She sat down on the couch and looked up at him, waiting for him to sit beside her. Patting the cushion beside herself while he swallowed sharply, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat, making her smirk.

“I won’t bite Spencer,” she laughed finally. “I’m sorry if that was too much?”

“No,” he said, sitting down beside her quickly. “No, it’s fine honestly, I’m just not used to it.”

“Too busy with the FBI to find anyone to hit on you?”

He shook his head softly, pushing his hair out of his face. “I uh, I was framed for murder and in prison for 3 months. I haven’t really had a conversation with anyone I don’t work with in a while.”

“Oh,” she didn’t look surprised or scared. “That makes sense.”

“What does?”

“You’re soft,” she leaned in to press her hand against his chest once more, eye level with him now. Seeing his eyes dart from her lips to her eyes every few seconds as he licked his lips. “You don’t look like you want to hurt anyone, but something about your aura is changing. You know how to protect yourself now, and you’re stuck thinking you’re still in danger.”

“How can you tell all that just from looking at me?” He asked softly.

“If I showed up at any other man’s door with a bottle of alcohol and the offer of a night alone, I would have been pushed against that door the second we got here,” she explained. “You respect me, almost a little too much.”

“Why wouldn’t I?” His face was soft and curious and proving her point.

“You see me as a person, but I can tell you’re touch starved. Every time I get close to you, it’s like you don’t want me to move away,” her voice was barely a whisper as she leaned in even closer to him.

She could feel his breath on her face, her nose was close enough to brush against his as she stared at his lips, “but you won’t make the first move. You want to protect me from you.”

He nodded his head lightly before rubbing the tip of his nose against hers and making her smile. He let out a sigh, relaxing his shoulders as she straddled his lap, leaning him back against the couch. He bit the bullet and let his hands rest on her hips, looking at her softly in the hopes it was okay.

“Tell me?” She begged, holding his tie in her hands, running it through her fingers as she waited. “What do you want? What you miss? Let me be that for you,” she begged.

“Anything,” he finally tells her. “Just touch me.”

She loosened his tie, freeing his neck finally. She slowly undoes every single button on his shirt, untucking the hem from his pants as she opens it up.

Her fingers are warm on his skin, but he still gasps at the touch. Her fingers were so soft, like angel kisses as the pads of her fingers traced the skin. Gliding over every freckle, raking through his chest hair, bumping along the barely-there abs.

His thumbs rubbed against her bare thighs, where he held her lightly. “You can touch me too,” she whispered.

His hands travelled up to her waist, he gently pulled her in closer. No longer resting on his legs, but pressed close to his chest. Her hands landed on his shoulders, looking down at him with nothing but pure lust as her breathing hitched.

She cupped his face, gliding her thumbs along his cheeks softly as she stared at his lips. He opened his mouth to breathe, his bottom lip was plump and beautiful and she couldn’t help herself from rubbing her thumb over it.

He kissed her thumbprint before taking it in his mouth, sucking on it softly making her hips buck into his lightly. The suction on her thumb was more erotic than she expected, the feel of his hot mouth, his wet tongue swirling around it before he let her go with a pop.

She accidentally let out a moan that excited him, “like that?”

She immediately felt her heartbeat in her clit, she nodded feverishly. Suddenly at a loss for words, wondering where this Spencer suddenly came from.

“How far are we taking this?” He asked softly. “We can stop and order that pizza at any time?”

There he was, the soft and sweet man that she brought here in the first place. “Pizza is even better after sex,” she couldn’t stop the giggle from erupting from her, even as she bit her lip.

He smiled at her like she was the world. A complete stranger making him feel more than anyone had in the last year. “I’m going to need longer than it takes to deliver a pizza,” he admitted.

“Luckily they’re open late,” she compromised, leaning in and finally kissing him.

It was soft at first, then he pulled her in even closer. She was chest to chest with him as he breathed her in deeply. She melted into his grasp as if he had just stolen her soul right out of her body.

She was his now.

She kept his face in her hands, holding him as he broke the kiss to explore her jaw. Kissing every inch of her neck and chest as she gripped his hair, making him moan as she used her nails to comb through the long locks.

“Does that feel nice?” She cooed, running her nails along his scalp as he tilted his head back.

“My favourite thing,” he explained as he closed his eyes, letting her repeat the same motion again and again.

He looked so peaceful, running his hands over her back and sides softly as she massaged him. She leaned in and kissed his cheeks, the tip of his nose, both eyelids and his forehead.

He wanted her to touch him everywhere, her delicate touch made him feel worthy for once. Every self-hatred of his washed from his body as she explored him with care, care only one would receive if they were a most prized possession.

He felt loved.

It was overwhelming, he didn’t realize a tear had slipped down his cheek until she was wiping it from his skin. Shushing him softly before kissing him quickly on the lips.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized, embarrassed.

“It’s okay, what’s on your mind beautiful?” She asked softly as she brushed through his hair once more.

“I just,” he looked in her eyes ever so innocently. “I’m not used to feeling cared for, no one pays attention to me this way.”

“That’s shameful,” she looked utterly perplexed. “Look at you? You’re gorgeous, you’re smart, you’re powerful. You’re kind and lovely and soft?”

“But I’m also weird and too much to handle,” he interjected.

“Not to me,” she corrected him. “this morning you could have said nothing in the elevator, you could have driven by yourself and awkwardly waited till I was finished my work. But you didn’t, you had a conversation with me, you helped me many times, you cared about me making it back here safely and you didn’t even know me. You’re a special kind of person Doctor Reid, and anyone who doesn’t see it is an idiot.”

He pressed his lips together in an awkward smile and furrowed his brow, “do you ever give out parts of yourself to everyone because you know how hard it is to feel appreciated?”

“All the time,” she laughed softly. “But not now.”

“Me either,” he whispered. “Thank you.”

“I’ll make you a deal, you tell me the worst thing you’ve ever done and I’ll tell you mine,” she offered. “Even the playing field.”

“How so?”

“Right now you think I’m super nice and kind right? And I just told you how I feel about you, but you hate yourself and outside of here I hate myself too. Share a secret, we can be fucked up together,” she smiled.

��In order to keep myself safe in prison, I poisoned a batch of heroin and almost killed a lot of people,” he responded without thinking.

“Okay,” she was a little shocked that he gave in so fast. “One time I stabbed a guy who tried to touch me after I pushed him off me twice already. He didn’t die, it barely even went in.”

“Both are technically self-defence,” he shrugged.

“See?” She smiled. “You’re not as bad and scary as you think you are. You’re smart and cunning.”

“Are you sure you’re not a therapist?” He teased her, “because this has been better for me than any therapy appointment I’ve ever gone to.”

She laughed again, kissing him softly. “I think it would be against the rules for your therapist to do this, I guess that’s why some men cheat.”

“How so?” He just liked listening to her speak.

“It’s easier to be open with someone you’ll never see again than it is with your therapist or wife because there are no consequences. They can’t judge you or hold anything against you, they do what you paid them for and they leave,” she explained herself.

“I’d like to see you again,” his voice barely a whisper. “If you’d like that?”

She nodded softly, “maybe I’ll move back to Virginia, finally.”

“Is that where you’re from?”

“Born and raised. I moved to Albuquerque with my girlfriend 5 years ago, and she left me about 2 years ago now,” Y/N explained. “I liked my job too much to move all the way back there and start over.”

“I can put in a good word for you where ever you want,” he offered before he could stop himself from looking too desperate.

“I’ll look into it,” she smiled.

He kissed the centre of her chest again before pulling her into a hug. Hearing her heart beating in her chest softly as she pressed her cheek to the top of his head and rubbed her hand over his back. Soothing him so completely, he felt beyond amazing.

And then she was gone, pulling back from him and standing up. “Wh-?” Before he could even ask, she was lifting her shirt off.

He stared at her breasts, eyes wide and jaw dropped. She walked over to the bar, taking another shot before she pushed her shorts down and climbed onto the bed. Completely naked in under a minute.

He stood then, pushing the opened shirt off his shoulders and immediately undoing his belt. He took a condom from his wallet before kicking off his shoes, dropping his pants and underwear to the floor and stepping out of them.

She was laying back against the pillows when he crawled over her, resting his naked body against hers ever so slightly. She just smirked as she looked up at him, “hi.”

“Hello,” he whispered.

“What do you want?” She asked.

“You.”

He kissed her softly on the lips, or at least he planned to. Y/N wrapped her arms around his back and pulled him down against her. Swiping her tongue across his bottom lip, begging to make out with him, finally.

Grabbing and tugging at each other as everything started to heat up, she could feel his erection against her leg as he ground down on her. Sucking on his tongue, lightly making him moan into her mouth.

His hair kept tickling her face, every time she’d push it away it would just fall right back against her skin. She pulled him off by his hair, gasping for air as they stared at each other again.

“Can I be on top?” She asked lightly.

He wrapped his arms under her, holding her close as he rolled over. Watching her settle more onto her knees as she sat on his hips. “Better?”

“Much,” she said as she sat up, taking a hairband off her wrist and putting her hair up. Raising her arms in a way that made her tits perk up. He reached up and cupped them, rubbing his thumb lightly across her nipples before giving them a squeeze.

She just laughed as she finished her ponytail, “having fun?”

“Absolutely,” he smiled up at her.

His hands followed the curve of her body, from her boobs to her waist and down over her hips. She was stunning, confident, everything he ever wanted and more.

She found the condom in the sheets, the bright purple packaging making it easy to see. She played with it in her hands, seeing how long it would take before he got desperate, but he never did.

“How long have you had this?” She asked, trying to tease him.

“Not long,” he was honest. “I just got out of prison, remember?”

“So you haven’t had sex since before you went in?” She looked excited.

“No, why?”

She smiled, “so I’m taking your free man’s virginity.”

“I don’t think that’s a thing?”

“It is now,” she giggled before leaning down to kiss him once more.

Trailing kisses down his neck, stopping only to suck a mark near his Adam’s apple. Hearing the sweet little gasps he made every time her tongue came in contact with his skin. She kissed his clavicle, his shoulder and down his chest. Making her way across his abs and over his lower tummy.

He gripped the sheets, not knowing what she had planned or where she was going. Spreading his legs, she kissed his groin, his right hip bone and the inside of his thighs. He couldn’t believe it, the way she explored him so delicately.

She ignored his cock for a while, kissing and sucking at any and all the visible skin she could find. He felt her smile against his thigh then, getting closer and closer before she took his cock in her hand and kissed the base.

He let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding in, settling into the bed like water filling a glass, he was liquid in her hands. Her mouth was a blessing and she chose him to worship.

“Fuck,” he moaned as she took all of him as far as she could. Dragging her tongue along the shaft as she pulled back up. Swirling her tongue around the tip before taking him all the way in once more.

She pulled off with a pop, sitting up now with his dick still in her hands. She tore the condom open with her teeth, taking the package off and rolling it over him.

His dick bounced back against his stomach when she let go of it, hard enough that it had a mind of its own now. She bit her lip as she lifted herself over him more, setting herself down softly where it laid against him.

The head of his cock brushed her clit as she ground down on him, his hands found her hips once more as he instinctively helped her find a rhythm.

He could feel how wet she was, the way she glided over him so easily. Her breath hitching every time her hips bucked, she was enjoying herself. It made him even more excited. She leaned back down then, kissing his neck once more as she continued to push down on him.

“I need you,” Spencer gasped.

She smiled against his skin, lifting her hips enough for him to line up with her before she started to sink down on it. He watched himself disappear inside of her, feeling the way she took him in like he was always meant to be there.

“Fuck,” she gasped as she sat down fully, her hands resting on Spencer’s stomach as she tried to get used to it all. Listing herself up and down little by little to get the rhythm going again.

Spencer pulled her back in again, arching her back so she could bounce easier. She held him close, tucking her face into the crook of his neck as she started to move faster and faster on him. Hearing his breathing pick up as his grip tightened on her asscheeks.

She kept one hand in his hair as her other hand reached for her clit, pleasuring herself slightly the way she knew she liked it. “Jesus Christ,” she whispered against his skin as she fucked him.

It had never felt like this before, it was so personal for the first time. They worked together perfectly, not having to communicate at all, following the other person’s rhythm like a well-oiled machine with a task.

He felt her everywhere. Her hands in his hair, her lips on his neck. The way her hot breath tickled right under his ear as she tried to catch her breath against him. The way she pulled off him and sucked him back in, again and again, her breasts against his chest and her ass in his hands.

He couldn’t believe it. That a real human being cared about and appreciated him, even after learning his worst secret. She was special and different and everything he needed.

He could feel himself getting closer, wanting to savour every moment with her that he could. His hands roamed her back, over her shoulders and arms. He wanted to touch every single inch of her while he had the chance.

“I’m so close,” she whispered in his ear, kissing his cheek and resting her open mouth against his.

They weren’t kissing, they were panting over each other with their foreheads resting together. Euphoria filling the empty spaces between them as she came, gasping and shaking violently over him.

“Fuck,” he groaned, bending his knees and driving into her a few more times before he finished.

She tugged on his hair then, biting his bottom lip as she felt him twitch inside of her. Letting out the smallest gasps and whimpers as she pulled her hand out from between them and pushed herself off him.

Dropping her body against his, resting her head on his chest as they caught their breath.

He wrapped his arms around her, holding her in a hug as he repeatedly kissed the top of her head. “Thank you,” he was still out of breath as he said it.

She smiled, laughing against his skin again as she hugged him back.

—

He woke up to the sun in his eyes and the feeling of lips against his skin. He blinked as gained consciousness, finding Y/N laying against his chest again. Her face in his heck where she was placing lazy kisses, trying to wake him up nicely.

“Good morning?” His voice was groggy and deep, it made her smile against his skin. A feeling he didn’t realize he missed so much during the night.

“What time is your flight back?”

“10:30, why?” He asked softly, rubbing his hand over her back softly.

She held him tighter, breathing him in deeply as she did so. Not wanting to let him go any time soon, “it’s 9:45.”

“Is it bad I’m hoping there’s a secret serial killer in Albuquerque?”

She laughed again, sitting up this time so she could look at him again. “Maybe I’ll come to visit my parents soon a find a reason to stay in Virginia?”

“I’d like that,” he smiled, pulling her into a kiss. Never wanting it to be the last one.

He waited till the last possible moment to finally peel himself out of her grasp, trying to find all his clothes and belongings from the night before

He kissed her quickly at the door before taking off down the steps and back to the room he was supposed to be sharing with JJ. He knocked on their door lightly, hoping to every god on earth she hadn’t left yet.

She opened the door and just stared at him with her mouth open, “oh my god?” She laughed.

“What?” He asked, completely oblivious to how he looked.

JJ dragged him inside, pulling him towards a mirror and pointing at his reflection. “What happened to you?”

His hair was a mess, he had hickeys all over his neck. His shirt was barely buttoned, definitely not untucked and he didn’t even have his shoes on. “oh.”

“Oh?” JJ couldn’t believe it. “Who is she?”

“Um, the ME from this case,” he explained, scratching the back of his head as he squinted.

JJ just laughed then, “hurry up and look somewhat presentable, pretty boy, the team is going to eat you alive for this.”

Sure enough, when he finally sat in his little corner of the plane with his glasses on and a hickey still visible above his collar, all eyes were on him. No one wanted to ask, they all just made it abundantly clear that they were curious.

Alvez even took a photo to send to Penelope, who sent it to Derek, who texted Reid only 20 minutes into the flight asking who she was. He rolled his eyes and put his phone back in his pocket. About to get really pissed when a second text came in.

555-0623: if you’re still serious about that recommendation, there is a spot available at the DC medical examiner’s office… I’d probably be closer to you than your therapist’s office 💋

He smiled then, saving her number and starting his letter.

[dwellordream]

The Magician Reversed, Ned & Cersei & Dolorous Edd, requested by Ottomatic & Bullet (I combined your prompts, sorry!)

This is incredibly tedious for Cersei. 

She does not think a Lord Stark since Cregan has paid a visit to Castle Black, and while Ned has reminded her multiple times that she very well could have stayed behind at Last Hearth, the thought of suffering as the Umbers’ guest while Ned skipped ahead into the Gift was too much to bear. 

If she is to be miserable, she wants to know someone else is miserable with her. Unfortunately, Ned is not miserable at the Wall, bounding around with his brother Benjen as they were young boys again. 

Benjen may only be nineteen, so Cersei can excuse him for acting like a wild colt, but Ned is four-and-twenty and her husband of four years. He doesn’t seem to much care that she is bored out of her mind, and she will admit, missing their children. 

The idea of traveling this far north with a toddler and an infant was folly, so they left Jocelyn and Willam at home, and while Cersei initially declared herself eager for a break from the tedious hours of childcare, now she finds herself missing them desperately. 

She misses Jocelyn’s irritating questions and Willam’s angry squawks. She misses her bedchamber and the privacy of her lady’s solar. She misses being able to sleep with her husband in her own bed. 

The mattress in their room at Castle Black is hard as a rock, and last night Ned came back to bed tipsy, a state she’d never seen him in before. While initially quite mellow, as he dozed off he began to cry and sob. 

She’d seen him weep before, but never like that. It had annoyed her, and then worried her. She’d wrapped her arms around him and buried her face in his neck, and eventually, he’d quieted. 

Now she sits in the only warm place in the entire bloody keep, the kitchens, picking at a bowl of stew, and sending a dog sniffing at her skirts away with a light kick. Some fool is watching her; he’s grey-haired but his face is not yet lined, which leads her to believe the grey is premature and that he’s no older than thirty. 

His face is as long and thin as her husband’s; perhaps he is some distant Stark relation. Even a bastard. She imagines this is where Ned’s bastard might have ended up, before he died. Poor babe. 

“Lady Stark,” the man says, nodding awkwardly, appearing uncertain as to if he should doff his furry cap. “I’m Edd Tollett. Steward. At your service.”

A steward? She shows him her half-eaten bowl of stew. “Was your cook drunk when he prepared this? It tastes like sea-salt and naught else.”

“No,” says Tollett, “but he was born at sea, my lady, so that may explain it. We like to say that Jem sweats sea-salt, and really, he’s the only one who’s ever sweating in these parts- save the poor bastards being harangued by Ser Alister...”

He flushes, then adds, lamely, “But I expect you don’t care to hear about all that, my lady. We can find you a biscuit?”

Cersei doesn’t want a fucking biscuit. She likes her teeth in her head. But despite her aggravation, something about the flat, sardonic tone of the grey man reminds her of her brother. 

Jaime could be very snide with her, but always grumbled- and apologized- when she flared up in outrage. He was very young, her brother. Just seven-and-ten when he died. She misses him nearly as much as she does her living children. 

“Save your biscuits,” she says. “You’ll need them, I expect, when the Others come calling.” She arches an eyebrow at him.

He stares at her. “You haven’t seen any around, have you? Because that really would put a damper on Lord Stark’s visit, no accounting for hospitality-,”

Cersei laughs and laughs at that.

[endlessdreamingofdream]

finally i watched the new bonus episode and i have a few thoughts

dream of a thousand cats

the animation is such a good choice for this story, not only because it skips over the uncanniness of talking cats but also the style is so beautiful yet very realistic. also there is a joke here somewhere about cats doing what you want them to where creators decided that animation will be simpler than herding cats.

i hope Lucifer makes new kinds of punishments for Paul, i want that guy to suffer for what he did

i agree with the cat that said that you can't make a thousand cats do the same thing at the same time. i have four furry bastards at home and the only thing they can agree on is feeding time. besides that i wish luck to anyone who would want them to have group activities (doesn't matter that they live together)

i love the fact that even as a cat Morpheus still has his emo vibe

Calliope

first of all, fuck these writers, let them rot in hell, sorry Calliope but forgiveness is not my forte

i love how the point of writers being liars is hammered here, even with Ric calling himself a feminist, saying that he got his ideas from the world around him and not stole them, straight up saying he didn't really know Erasmus and all the other little ones that escape me rn. don't know many authors of something other than fanfiction so i can't speak to how true that statement is but it is still funny to me

and last but not least, i love the dynamic between Morpheus and Calliope. maybe its because my parents are divorced but something about people that are no longer together and can still talk to each other and help each other (even of it takes time) GRIPS me. It is just so beautiful to me that after all is said and done, no matter how much hurt you suffered because of the other person, you still respect them and treat them as a friend. you have to be a very mature person to do that and i think that shows how much Morpheus has matured in this season in a less overt, but still very noticeable, way than him bringing Gault back as a dream. the way he answers her immediately and even though he thinks the punishment is too light he goes with her wishes because this isnt about him and he knows that. the way she trusts him and hopes he will come even if logic dictates he won't. there is just so much raw emotion here on both sides and I fucking love that. i think i could go on about this for much longer but im afraid i will just get less and less coherent.

anyway, i think that this episode will be one of those that i rewatch over and over again because i feel like I missed a ton of stuff here.

[messers-moony]

Stella | R.L

Paring: Remus Lupin X Wife!Reader

Summary: Stella brings light to many situations to the people she is surrounded with.

The little girl on her lap gasped and rushed to the door as it opened, “Daddy!”

Y/n jumped up from her place on the couch, grabbing her four-year-old daughter, “Hey, not yet. Daddy’s hurting, okay?”

“It’s fine, Y/n.” Remus grunted at Sirius, and James helped him inside, “You sure?” Y/n questioned.

He nodded, and Y/n let her daughter go, running straight first to hug her father, “You’re home!”

“I am home, baby girl.”

Y/n exchanged looks with James and Sirius, “He’ll be okay. Not the worst night we’ve had.”

“Thank you both. Do you want anything?”

“We’re okay.”

James huffed, “I have to get back to Lily and Harry. I'll make sure we stop by soon, okay?”

“Of course.” Y/n smiled as James apparated out, “Siri? How about you?”

“Mind if I crash, sis?” Sirius asked sheepishly, “Never.” Y/n smiled.

Stella let go of her father and then turning to her uncle, “Uncle Siri!”

“Hey, little girl!” Sirius smiled, pulling her into his arms as Y/n dragged Remus to the couch.

Remus had his back to their brown fabric couch. He was grunting and groaning upon impact. Y/n rushed for her wand that remained in the kitchen and taking off her husband's shirt—occasionally moving his hair out of his face and holding his hand. Sirius had thankfully occupied Stella for the time being.

“How was it?” Y/n asked as she whispered incantations on the scratches along his body, “Could’ve been worse.” Remus replied.

Y/n deadpanned, “Seriously though, how was it?”

“Awful, dreadful, painful? Is that what you’d like to hear?”

“I’d like to hear the honest answer, so, yes.”

After a couple of minutes, Sirius had taken Stella upstairs to the guest bedroom - Sirius’ bedroom - to keep her diligent instead of seeing her father bloodied up on their couch. It broke Y/n’s heart to see him in pain like this; nonetheless, their own daughter who seemed to be having the same issue.

After he was finally done, Y/n lifted his head to sit on the couch, his head on her thighs, “How- How was Stella?”

“She was very achy tonight.” Y/n answered, “Headaches, body pain, very fussy. More so than usual.”

“Great.” Remus chuckled bitterly, “Now you have two of us to take care of.”

Y/n cupped his cheek, “Hey, don’t ever think about it that way. You’re my family, and I love taking care of you both. We knew that having children this was possible. Now let’s do the thing your father couldn’t. Let’s love Stella regardless.”

“Let’s show her that who she is isn’t a monster. Let’s be those parents that give her love unconditionally. I know - and it pains me to say this - that you didn’t have that growing up, especially with your father, so please, let’s love Stella.”

Remus nodded, “I’d never leave you guys.”

“Stella will need you - you more than anyone.” Y/n added, “You need to be here, for both of us.”

“Of course, I’d never leave you or my baby girl.”

Y/n smiled softly. Thankful to hear those words. It would be so easy for him to walk away right now. But he wouldn’t, and those words meant absolutely everything to her. Stella only had her parents and Sirius.

Along with her fake uncle James and aunt Lily. But since Lyall - Remus’ father - didn’t like associating with his son due to his condition. And poor Hope, who didn’t know what was going on. They had never met their grandchild.

They met their daughter-in-law once. Hope was such a doll and so sweet. Lyall was a disaster. From the moment they stepped into the house, he was arguing with Remus about something. Both men were so stubborn, so hot-headed. It was nearly impossible to get them to agree on something. But when Lyall finally gave in and called Remus a disgrace, Y/n pulled him out of the house as fast as she could.

Y/n had been called those words, those words and much worse. So had Sirius, for that matter. It meant something entirely different to see it from the outside rather than being the person getting insulted. Y/n saw the way Remus’ fists bunched together and how his jaw clenched. Something terrible was going to happen if Y/n hadn’t taken him out of that situation.

“I love you, Moony.”

Remus smiled drowsily, “I love you too, Mrs.Moony.”

He had fallen asleep on her lap, and Y/n stayed awake just in case he needed anything. After an hour, she heard footsteps on the stairs. It was Sirius, her twin brother, coming down, and he sat on the armchair beside them.

“Wheres Stella?”

“Asleep. Tickled her right to bed.” Sirius answered, “More inconveniently on my bed.” He added.

Y/n snickered, “You can sleep in our bed if you’d like. I don’t think he’ll be moving very soon.”

“No thanks.” Sirius grimaced, “Don’t wanna know what his hormones are like during his furry time.”

At that, she broke into a full laugh, “It’s times like these where I feel like we’re still teens at Hogwarts.”

“Me too, sis.”

It was silent for a while. The only thing being echoed was the cracking from the fireplace—some of Remus’ snores being added into the mixture of sounds. Sirius stared solemnly at the red flames inside the brick canister.

“Do you- Do you miss him?”

“Everyday.” Y/n replied, “Every single day, I wake up and pray that he’ll owl me.”

Sirius sighed, “I feel like I’ve had no time to grieve.”

“Why?”

“I might be doing it on purpose, I dunno.” Sirius responded, “I consume all my time with Stella or Harry, so I don’t have to think about him. But I still do anyway.”

It was quiet for a minute before he spoke up again, “Stella- She- Um- She looks like him.”

“Does she?”

“She does. She really does, and it freaks me out sometimes.” He confessed, “Stella is a female Regulus except with Remus’ hair.”

“It’s scary.”

Y/n chuckled, “I think she’s beautiful.”

“I think maybe that’s why I spend so much time with her.”

“What?”

“She makes me think I’m spending time with Regulus. She looks so much like him that my brain tricks me into thinking she’s him. Like- Like she’s all I have left of him.”

“Sirius, Stella isn’t Regulus.” Y/n admitted, and tears filled Sirius’ eyes, “I know- it’s just- I wish I had more time with him.”

“I know.”

“Sirius, get some sleep, please.” Y/n stated as his eyes began to fall.

Sirius smiled sweetly at her, “Love you, sis.”

“I love you too, Siri.”

Sirius fell asleep on the armchair. Remus asleep on her thighs. Y/n’s hand ran through Remus’ hair while he slept. Light snores echoed throughout the room from Sirius and Remus. The fire crackled in the fireplace, and she felt at peace, despite everything that has happened. Y/n felt so at ease.

[link4eva]

Kiro’s Dream Come True Date Translation [CN]

Hi! Thanks so much for your patience! 

This translation was done with the power of Duolingo and Google Translate.

The translation below contains spoilers for content that has not yet been released to the ENG server. If you wish to not be spoiled, then please don’t look below the cut.

Enjoy~

*Spoilers for future content below!*

[First Part]

It was late at night, and I was huddled in bed bored while swiping through videos. Suddenly, a crisp “ding dong” sounded, and a push notification popped up on the screen.

– [Special Announcement on Weibo] Kiro: This “Wish Collection” event has ended. The one who won the final wish prize is… [Click for details]

MC: ! It’s actually time for the prize draw of this event, let me see who is the lucky one…

Immediately, my spirit came to me, and I stretched out my finger to the link on the screen–

At the same time, an incoming call popped up on the screen, and the moment my fingertip touched the screen, a familiar voice came from the receiver.

Kiro: MC? You answered too quickly, did you stay up all night playing on your phone again and get caught by me?

MC: Pfft- I saw the push notification that the event you held before had a draw, and I want to take part in this grand prize. I hope I win!

MC: After all, what the winner gets is a chance for Kiro to grant their wish, how rare it is~

Kiro: It seems that Miss Chips is quite interested in this event? Then I can rest assured.

MC: Eh?

Kiro: I called you just to say this.

Kiro: Because this wish in the draw was a bit special, I wanted to celebrate the fourth birthday of a little fan named “Nini”.

Kiro: But the other party emphasized that she wanted a relatively cozy and private birthday party, so the address was set at her home. 

Kiro: That being said… don’t schedule shoots as much as possible.

MC: Is there a reason for being so mysterious?

Kiro: You can rest assured that the other party provided information very cooperatively, and it should be Nini’s sister according to her age, only…

MC: Savin must still have concerns.

A muffled response came from the other end of the phone.

MC: But even so, Kiro must be very persistent in granting this wish. So he is now thinking…

MC: “It would be great if MC came with me. It would not only convince Savin to rest assured, but also not disappoint the fans.”

MC: Am I guessing right?

Kiro: …correct, correct, correct, correct! Oops, I guess I can’t hide anything from you.

He pretended to sigh helplessly, but his tone was undisguised and lightened.

I can seem to imagine what his expression was like at this time. How could I live up to such a Kiro?

[Second Part]

On Nini’s birthday, Kiro and I showed up at the address of the apartment on time.

After confirming the apartment number again and again, and consolidating the measures to deal with what Savin had told me so many times, I nodded toward Kiro.

Kiro picked up the cake he had prepared and rang the doorbell. Soon, a young girl with a ponytail appeared before us.

Kiro: Surprise– 

The girl opened her eyes wide and looked at Kiro in a trance. After a while, she blushed and covered her mouth.

Girl: It’s really Kiro!

Kiro: Hello, I’m Kiro. Next to me is…

MC: I’m his manager, MC, hello.

As I said that, I blinked at Kiro, but he was not surprised.

Kiro: We were invited to celebrate Nini’s birthday. You are the one who contacted us before, Nini’s sister, right?

The girl seems to have come out of her trance, looked at us apologetically and smiled at us.

Girl: Sorry, I’m just so excited. Hello, I’m Nini’s mother.

Perhaps our expressions were too surprised as she seemed to have realized something and waved her hands.

Girl: I think you have misunderstood… come in first. Nini, hurry up, come out and see who’s here!

(In the apartment)

As soon as I walked into the entrance, I heard something jumping down the stairs. There was a sound, and then a small furry head appeared at the corner of the stairs.

Two ears stand high, and a pink tongue hangs out like a soggy noodle. The small lace scarf on the neck is extraordinarily delicate, and it looks like it has been carefully dressed.

As it approached, its round buttocks trembled.

MC: Such a cute little corgi!

Kiro: So chubby, it looks like Mango Shake! *Reference to his Intimate Date*

As if it had seemingly understood the compliment, the little corgi sped up its small steps and jumped down the stairs step by step, its naive look made it so that people couldn’t help but want to approach it.

Girl: Nini, look, your favourite Kiro is here to celebrate your birthday!

Kiro: It’s… Nini?

Seeing us looking at each other, the girl blushed and lowered her head, a hint of guilt and unease was mixed in her tone.

Girl: I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hide it… and I didn’t mean to answer your questions so vaguely.

Girl: I didn’t expect you to come today. I… I am really surprised and thankful!

The girl’s somewhat bewildered expression cleared up any doubt that we had before. *Changed some wording*

Girl: Nini is not only a pet but an actual child to me. And… she’s a hardcore Kiro fan!

Girl: As long as Kiro appears on TV, she will sit right in front. I can’t even pull her away!

As if to prove that she is indeed a genuine “little soda”, Nini excitedly rubbed around Kiro’s legs.

Kiro squatted down and shook Nini’s paw in a friendly way.

Kiro: Hello, little Nini, nice to meet you. Happy Birthday to you today! 

Kiro: I never thought I had a special and lovely “little fan” like you.

Kiro: It’s all thanks to this wonderful fate, right?

Kiro’s voice is gentle and sincere, I can hear him say something to Nini as he gently patted her shoulders.

MC: It seems that Nini has successfully captured Kiro.

Nini opened her grape-like eyes and gently rubbed Kiro’s hand with her soft nose.

Seeing this scene, the girl’s face finally showed a smile.

Kiro: Come on Nini, let’s start your birthday party! 

Nini: Woof woof!

Looking at the small and delicate chocolate cake on the table, we fell into a brief silence.

Nini in Kiro’s arms stuck her tongue out, anxiously waiting for her own birthday ceremony. She probably didn't understand what the strange human was thinking.

The girl leaned beside me and whispered.

Girl: Actually, I ordered a special little cake at the pet store, but I don’t know why it hasn’t been delivered yet. If you could stay here, I’d go directly to the store to have a look.

MC: I’ll go with you!

Girl: No, it’s already very troublesome for you! And I didn’t make it clear before.

Kiro: What are you saying so mysteriously? 

Kiro and Nini’s heads came into sight at the same time, and their eyes were inexplicably synchronized.

Kiro: Watch us, Nini, she is just going to go out for a bit. *Changed some wording*

Kiro: Although the cake is not perfect, what is important is the sense of ceremony to celebrate the birthday!

Nini sighed in cooperation, Kiro raised his hand quickly, covered the pair of small ears, and lowered his voice.

Kiro: I can’t help but comfort this little gal, I think she’s going to jump up any second. 

Kiro: The puppy cake you’re talking about, we’ll pick it up later, okay?

Listening to his urgent tone, I tried my best to hold back a smile, picked up a golden birthday hat from the side, and adjusted it. After adjusting it, I put it on Nini’s head.

MC: Well, the little birthday star’s hat is ready!

Kiro stood up, put on a serious look, raised his palm, and stretched it out to Nini.

Kiro: You sit here, be good, and don’t move. Do you understand? High five!

Nini: Woof!

The fleshy little paw scratched Kiro’s palm twice and then sat on the spot obediently.

Kiro put the four candles on the cake with satisfaction and lit one of them.

The orange halo flickered, outlining his face very softly.

[Third Part]

In the gentle happy birthday song singing, Nini’s birthday ceremony is completed.

At the girl’s request, she went to the pet store to pick up the cake while Kiro and I stayed to accompany Nini.

Perhaps because she didn’t eat the cake, Nini was running back and forth excitedly. Kiro, who was following behind her, finally lost after several rounds of chasing.

Kiro: Phew- Miss Chips, you say she’s so small, so where does she keep all that energy in her little body? It’s almost like when I walk Apple Box and he wants to take me for a run! *Changed some wording* 

Kiro: Oh wait, where is she going?

I followed Kiro’s line of sight and saw Nini jumping upstairs strenuously with her short legs, leaving us with a stocky little butt.

Kiro: Oh no, am I falling out of her affection so quickly?

MC: No, Kiro is too charming for that to happen. Have more confidence!

The next second, Nini’s figure reappeared on the stairs with a big bag in her mouth, and she diligently put the bag into Kiro’s hands.

After reaching in the bag for a short while, Kiro took out a can of fresh meat.

Kiro: Clever little ghost, do you want to eat this? 

Nini sat obediently at Kiro’s feet, her big eyes flickering.

Kiro slowly opened the tab of the can, but suddenly raised the can when Nini approached.

Kiro: What should you do first if you want to eat meat?

As soon as he finished speaking, Nini raised her two short front paws with difficulty, using the other two short back legs to hold herself up. *Changed some wording*

Kiro patted Nini’s head with great satisfaction and handed over the opened can of meat.

Kiro: Very nice, this can is your reward! 

Nini raised her ears proudly, leaned over to take a few bites of canned food, and then turned her attention to the chew sticks in the bag.

Kiro followed her gaze and opened the packaging of the chew sticks and shook it in front of Nini.

Kiro: If you want to eat it, you have to say “thank you” again.

Nini responded with a crisp sound, raised her short front legs, and then unexpectedly put them back down and spun around.

Kiro: Nini, how much skill do you have that I don’t know about? 

Nini paused, jumped suddenly, and snatched the chew stick out of Kiro’s hand.

Kiro: Hey, you! This “skill” is not something a good child should learn!

The fluffy little butt seemed to be provocative, but soon after, Nini took out another bag of jerky.

Kiro: Only after you eat this can of food. Be a good girl who doesn’t waste!

Kiro earnestly tried to educate Nini about saving money, but Nini didn’t seem to be interested as her short legs kept digging at the bag of jerky under her feet.

I couldn’t help laughing when I saw Kiro being helpless with this dog.

Kiro: Miss Chips, don’t snicker, come and help me. 

I restrained my smile and bent down to get the jerky when Nini suddenly rushed up and took it back, making a threatening cry.

MC: She actually stole it… It seems that Nini is a dog who will not give up so easily.

Kiro: This little gal is really possessive. *kinda like a certain boi with golden retriever energy, lol*

Kiro said, naturally reaching out to straighten my messy hair.

Who would have thought that Nini would suddenly let go of the jerky and run over to squeeze between me and Kiro, making sure to lick Kiro’s hand constantly?

MC: Nini, this is… *not your man, bitch!! 😤*

Kiro had a novel look on his face and reached out his hand to deliberately rub my hair again.

Nini: Woof woof!!

Nini jumped on the spot twice and even rolled over to reveal her fat belly. Kiro had to rub it before she would stop.

I couldn’t help laughing at the realization.

MC: Nini is also very possessive towards you.

Kiro: No way, too much charm is also a trouble. 

Kiro pinched Nini’s fat little face and deliberately made a sour expression. The corners of my mouth twitched as a little mischievous idea came to mind.

I walked behind Kiro, put my hands on his shoulders, looked at him defiantly, and then looked at Nini. 

MC: Kiro– is mine!

[Fourth Part]

Nini: Arf!

Nini didn’t flinch in the slightest and barked back, making sure to not be outdone.

MC: He’s mine, not yours!

Nini: Ruff!

MC: You two just met today, we have known each other for a long time, you know!

Nini: Ruff ruff!

Listening to me and Nini bickering back and forth, Kiro couldn’t stop laughing.

He picked up the can and the chew stick and handed them to Nini, exaggerated sounds were falling out of our mouths. *Changed some wording*

Kiro: Alright, enough already, stop fighting!

MC: This is a war between me and Nini, don’t interfere!

Kiro: Pfft– come on, Miss Chips.

Kiro leaned towards my ear and whispered something. My ears felt a little hot for a moment and I felt as if I was quietly being favoured. *Changed some wording*

MC: Nini, aren’t you going to admit defeat?

Nini: Woof!

The fleshy front paws rested on Kiro’s legs, and her eyes were still full of confidence.

MC: Nini, look, he’s mine!

In front of Nini, I held Kiro’s right hand.

MC: Look… look!

I walked around in front of Kiro and deliberately sat gently on Kiro’s right leg.

Nini jumped onto Kiro’s left leg without hesitation.

Kiro: Ah, am I hugging from left to right? 

Although he said it jokingly, I felt that Kiro’s hand didn’t know where to go.

I didn’t expect Nini to be so obsessed with Kiro. It seems that I will lose to this dog if she doesn’t move.

I tilted my head, looked at the side of the face that was close at hand, and subconsciously pecked his cheek.

Kiro seemed to be stunned for a moment, and when he looked over, I looked away with a guilty conscience.

MC: Nini, do you still dare to fight? 

Nini immediately propped her upper body and stuck out her pink tongue to Kiro’s face.

At this moment, Kiro suddenly stretched out his hand, took Nini’s chubby body into his arms, tilted his head and then leaned down.

Before I could react, a warm and soft touch fell on the corner of my lips.

Shallow breathing fluttered on the side of the ear, and a chuckle sounded in my ear–

Kiro: Congratulations to Miss Chips for winning the “Kiro Battle”. 

Kiro: This is your trophy, please take it.

After playing with Nini for a while, Kiro and I sat on the floor panting.

Nini still happily walked around us with her short legs and pushed me with her soft nose reluctantly, and rubbed Kiro again.

Seeing that we really had no energy, she went off to play by herself in disappointment.

I turned my head and saw the beads of sweat on the tips of Kiro’s golden hair and the dog fur on his clothes. I subconsciously raised the corners of my lips.

Kiro: What is Miss Chips giggling about? Did I get caught again? 

MC: Because I’m looking at you, I can’t help but laugh. After all, seeing Kiro like this is rare~

MC: But you played with Nini for a whole day today. Will Apple Box be jealous? After all, dogs have really keen noses!

Kiro: You reminded me that Apple Box’s always good-natured in appearance, but he gets jealous very easily.

Kiro: Usually whenever I touch another dog outside, he gets unhappy when he finds out. 

MC: Then when you go back today with Nini’s scent, he will definitely ignore you, right?

I looked at Kiro, a bit of schadenfreude in my tone.

Kiro: Yes. Luckily… I think I have a solution.

MC: Eh?

Before I could react, Kiro’s whole body was already tilted towards me, getting closer and closer–

The next second, his head was resting on my lap.

Kiro: There we go.

Kiro: How about you let me bring more of your scent home so that Apple Box won’t smell Nini? 

Saying that, Kiro rubbed against me like Apple Box, as if to rub in more smell.

From time to time, the soft ends of hair brushed against the skin on my arm, giving an itching sensation.

My heart beat faster involuntarily and I subconsciously reached out and pushed him away.

MC: How could this approach work…

Kiro: I think it should work.

Kiro: If you don’t believe me, try smelling me first? 

Kiro said that as he took off his jacket and put me in his arms. My whole vision suddenly turned black and only a fresh, youthful scent was left.

In the dark with a cozy atmosphere, only the thumping of heartbeats was alive and present.

MC: Kiro, you…

“Woosh!”, the dark curtain suddenly pulled away from my world again and a face with a familiar smile gradually became clear in my sight.

Kiro: So, is it just your scent? 

MC: I, I’m not Apple Box, how would I be able to smell it? Come on!

Nini: Arf arf!

With a crisp bark, the figure with short legs jumped onto my lap and pushed Kiro away.

MC: This is…

Kiro wanted to lean over again, but received a warning look from Nini.

Kiro: It seems that after you played with her just now, she now thinks of you as property and wants to monopolize you… What a special little gal!

As if to confirm Kiro’s speculation, Nini turned towards Kiro again and barked twice provocatively.

Kiro: Well, since today is your birthday…

Kiro stretched out his hand and a chew stick was stuffed into Nini’s mouth.

Kiro: The chew sticks and cans are yours.

Kiro: But Miss Chips–

Kiro: Is mine alone. 

[End]

You can read/listen to the call that comes after this date here!

[crystalcow]

𝑆𝑎𝑝𝑛𝑎𝑝𝑠 𝐶ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑//𝑆𝑎𝑝𝑛𝑎𝑝 𝑝𝑡 3

Masterlist // part one // part two

Sapnap x reader !p !child reader

Pronouns used: none specified!

Warnings: swearing, death, betrayal

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Being sapnaps child will include..

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𝐏𝗼𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐥

Apparently the castle got attacked

George was killed by the one and only technoblade

You haven’t personally met the man but you respected him

After all he is a legend

But he killed George

So you were dragged with sapnap when he got pinged on his coms

Dream and George were arguing on the prime path

The sight somewhat terrified you

They were supposed to be best friends?

Dream is the strongest person on the server

George was supposed to be the most unproblematic and protected person

For some reason Quackity was also there

Hiding in the corner of Tommy’s house

“You don’t give a shit about us”

Those words brought some hurt to you as they left sapnaps mouth

“Of course I care about you! I just want to keep him safe.”

The three most important men in your life

The dream team, and ultimate trio the friendship that could never crack! The ones who raised you to be who you are

They were falling apart

“George is no longer king!”

Quackity was just eating all of the drama

Damn duck

“I’ve done so much for you, I hope you don’t forget.”

“Like what?” “I helped you raise a child Sap, a damn child.”

That pissed the both of you off

As if you didn’t just recently spend a whole day with him

None the less your whole life

Being drawn into wars, multiple actually

Practically being drawn to death

“Don’t you bring them into this Dream.”

“Eret is now king again, he can actually rule this place.”

“I was the best king this server ever had!”

So there it happened

The crown was snatched off of George’s head and you were dragged along with it

“Don’t worry, we can start our own place!”

“El rapids it is”

𝐄𝐥 𝐑𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐬

You were 100% skeptical about all of this

You didn’t trust that this would be good

I mean how could you

Everything that someone starts on the server

Dies, explodes, nukes, or straight up fails

So instead you went down to Lmanburg for the day!

You went to Nikkis bakery to get something to eat

She was glad to give you a couple snacks for the road

So while you were walking around the new area you spotted dream

“Where you heading off to?”

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

You both eyed each other weirdly

“Aren’t you supposed to hate me?”

You just laughed

Ofcourse you were upset

But you were also bored

“And?” “Come on let’s go see tommy”

So you agreed and carelessly followed the green man

You missed Tommy, after not having seen him for a bit

Fucking hell you needed friends

But when you got there

“Why the fuck is everything gone!”

You ran around the now blown up area

The tents were destroyed and signs were thrown around

Then you noticed the large pillar

You instantly ran to dream, begging him to give you a pearl

He was upset himself he lost his leech

So you threw the pearl up thankfully landing on the pillar

Looking around to see if there was any way he could’ve survived

But you accidentally tripped

And lost your first life

𝐘/𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝗼𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝗼𝗼 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 ♡︎♥︎♥︎

𝐏𝐫𝗼𝐩𝗼𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐬

You woke up screaming in your bed

The three lines on your wrist now faded into two

Sapnap came rushing in holding you lose to him

You tried not to but you cried a little

This was your first time loosing a life..

And you didn’t even mean too!

“Your never fucking leaving me again.”

Karl came in with Quackity following after

Karl just like snatched you away from sapnap and just held you

That man was ready to go back in time and reverse that from ever happening

Trust me he will if you ever loose another life

So after that everyone kept a close eye on you

That was until one day you were with your dad

You both were at your old house just chilling around

Before he handed you two velvet boxes

You were in awe of the two rings that sat in them

Who the fuck paid for these??

“I’m going to purpose.”

You almost dropped the boxes

“What?”

Sapnap just kept smiling

“You really like em huh” “Yeah flame, I love them.”

So you just hugged him

Internally freaking the fuck out

What would this mean???

Three dads? What if they wanted another child! Oh hell no

So you all stood in el rapids

Candles were spread around the top of the grassy hill

There were flowers blooming from every direction and lanterns set afloat

It looked mystical

You watched as sapnap got down on one knee

Karl was in shock, tears streaming down his eyes

Quackity looked love struck, looking into sapnaps eyes with total adoration

So when they said yes your dad called you and the other two just hugged you

“I’m guessing they said yes” you laughed

“Yeah they did!”

You couldn’t help but be happy

Your dad finally found some happiness

Even tho life was going to shit

If you won’t be there

He’ll have them

𝐋𝗺𝐚𝐧𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐠𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐞𝗺

Oh wait shit did someone spot tommy?

There was supposed to be a festival today

So you went to go check it out

Maybe throw a ball at the furry

“Go fetch!” You shouted at fundy

Yeah he was not happy and just threw you the finger

“Hey N/n is Dream coming?”

You were excited that Tubbo was actually talking to you again

“Huh? Oh yeah I think” “Great thanks”

And back to the disappointment

So you walked over to get a pretzel or some shit

And then heard everyone making a commotion

There he was, Dream walking in (angry) with full netherite armor

Damn dude respect some tradition

“Tommy blew up the fucking community house”

Did someone say tommy?

Oh you were ready to kill that bastard

Hell if Dream didn’t you most definitely will

So you followed everyone to the community house

Yeah you were ready to fucking cry

One of your homes, the place you’d always confide in since you were little

Where dream and George both helped raise you

Now blown to shreds

“What the fuck”

They were talking about Tubbo giving up the discs

Oh we are not going through that shit all over again

And this time the odds are most definitely not in your favor

Then tommy appeared half invisible

“YOU FUCKING DICKHEAD I THOUGHT YOU DIED YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT”

You litterly stabbed him, having to be held back by Quackity

“Alright hot shot, lets let them have their argument”

Tommy sent you an apologetic look already on the verge of tears

“Tubbo your not seriously considering this”

Then it hit everyone

“The discs were worth more then you ever were!”

Oh yeah we’re you already pissed off at tommy?

Yeah

And he just made it worse

“WHAT THE HELL DID YOU SAY TO TUBBO YOU SHIT HEAD”

Yeah you didn’t take pretending to be dead very lightly

Oh shit why was techno there

never mind, Lmanburg will be gone by tomorrow

No point killing tommy yet

Whos side were you on?

Neither. You litterly went into that battle feild and killed some shit

That was until multiple pieces of tnt landed ontop of your head

And that’s where you lost your second life

Shit

𝐘/𝐧 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐰 𝐮𝐩 ♡︎♡︎♥︎ ⚠︎︎ᴏɴᴇ ʟɪғᴇ ʀᴇᴍᴀɪɴɪɴɢ

𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐬𝗼𝐧

This time when you won’t up it didn’t feel as bad

But you still screamed

A rush of a heartburn and scars employed on your body

The second line now faded into one

Shit

You were only 16-17 and on one life??

Die young the better

You waited out in your bed until the end of the fight

Death alerts and messages drowning out your communicator

But you had no energy what so ever

Until it all went quiet

You tried your damn best to get out of bed and walked to the damaged Lmanburg

There were people crying

Others were severely hurt

Then there were those who were perfectly fine

The whole place was a crater

Lmanburg.. the place of agony and depths of your pain

Now it’s finally gone

What the hell are you gonna do now?

Quackity spotted you calling out for Sapnap

You felt like you were gonna be crushed under their hold

“I’m gonna fucking kill dream.” You heard Quackity mutter

Sapnap felt like a bad father

Who lets their kids die twice?

(Cough cough Wilbur and dream)

Then suddenly things switched around

You were walking around with a bloodied nose and black eyed Tommy

Yeah you did a number on him

But it’s okay since he was your best friend

And there was a sign inside his house

“Wednesday you and Tubbo. Bring no one or anything, lets settle this once and for all”

The final disc war

“Tommy you can’t go” “I’m going N/n, he has my discs.”

So you like cried a little bit lined up on the prime path

Giving the two probably the last hugs they’ll ever get

Prime you really didn’t want to loose them

So you ran straight to church prime

Litterly begging Master Oolong that they won’t die

“Please please please spare them. Pogchamp.”

(Please this is all jokes and old references don’t cancel me)

You got a blast message from punz on your comms with cords

“Come here. bring your best armor”

So you did so running to the nearest ender chest

If walking means saving tommy and Tubbo, it’s somewhat worth it

Sapnap made sure you didn’t leave his side as you traveled around the nether

even tho you could literally swim in the lava

So just to piss him off

You jumped in

The sigh of relief this man

Yeah he’s gotten a little more paranoid for you

But it’s okay since it’s in love

You looked around the weird black stone room

There were two giant photos of the discs

And everything was made out of the same material

No design what so ever

Tommy and Tubbo ran to you like you were gonna protect them

“Dream why” you asked as he was incased in the blocks

Down on his last life

Just like you

‘I’m sorry’ he mouthed to you

Why was he apologizing to you?

Hasn’t he hurt everyone here

You looked around the different items

Tracing the outline of the item frames

Gasping in shock as you a cage with your name on it next to badboyhalo

“Tell em what you told me! How you blew up the community house!”

Your neck spun around faster then an owl doing that 360 thing

You picked up your ace seriously read to slash his head off

“Wait wait! Lets put him in the prison.”

So they took him off

And it pained you to see it

You trusted that man for a very long time

Nothing stays the same on the Dream Smp

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TUMBLR WOULDNT LET ME WRITE MORE KMS. So yes I’m sorry but there will have to be a part FOUR. I just wanted to finish this-

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