#Feisty Pets Go From Cute To Terrifying With One Squeeze

[fuckupsoverhere]

Little Did I Know {Chapter Four}

Summary: While working in a local café, a mysterious man comes to your rescue. How will this end? Not very well. You should know that, but it would never stop you. Tom Holland x Reader

Word Count: 2070

Warnings: Swearing, Mentions Guns/ Weapons

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Something happened. Something changed. Something went wrong. Someone is doing this to me.

Jamie stopped answering my calls and replying to my messages. But I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. Had he been hurt? I hoped not because, even though he wasn’t always the nicest, I would never wish pain upon someone. Was this his way of breaking up with me? Because if so, I was just glad that I wasn’t the one to do it. Life was so much more peaceful without Jamie, which sounds horrible, I know, but I couldn’t lie about it. I no longer held my breath if I smiled at the wrong person, because I didn’t have to. I could just be friendly to people and nothing would happen to me.

However, this did not mean that things were good. I started to notice that I was being followed everywhere I went.  When I left work one day, I noticed a fancy car with a woman in it and maybe by chance, it followed me home. I chalked it up to coincidences because no one would want to follow me, what would they get from it. After about three months, I realised that someone was, in fact, following me. I tried to call the police, but they said that it was probably just an “overactive imagination”. Right. Because it’s insane for a woman to fear being attack in this day and age. Have they even seen the news? I tried to talk to my mother, but she said that I should just go out with friends.

I only, truly, felt safe at work or at home. Home because, well, it’s home and it’s hard not to feel safe when they are no explicit threats there anymore. Work because of the people, Regina and I talk which is relaxing. Mr Holland and Mr Osterfield also played a part in making me feel safe, they always talk to me and make me feel like I am one of their friends. Just being in their presence was comforting.

As I walked into work, I saw the car sitting opposite the entrance to the café. Going through the back door, I put my stuff away and got ready to start my shift. Putting the new dusty pink uniform on, I could see nearly everything. The uniform was a simple button-down dress with a white apron. Figures. Of course, a man picked a dress this short which would never be safe in a food environment, but who am I to argue. Once my hair was tied up into a ponytail with the matching pink ribbon, I left the backroom and went onto the shop floor feeling like a slutty doll.

Tom was pacing up and down behind the counter, looking incredibly stressed. As I stepped out, I saw that no one else was around. Tom was yelling like a crazy person, so I made my way over to him. I had never seen Tom this crazy, or on this side of the counter. I was curious as to what would make Tom go so mental.

“What is going on?” I asked.

“Nothing good.” Tom muttered.

At this, I took a look and I saw what Tom was staring at which was the exact same car that had been following me around, “They’ve been parking here at least once a week.”

“How do you know that?”

“I noticed that they started following me about three months ago, so I tried to keep an eye out for them” I told him; Tom looked me in the eye before pulling out a gun. I screamed and pushed myself away from him, but deep down, I wasn’t scared of Tom, only of the weapon. Guns are not commonly seen in England. Harrison came running in with another gun, probably thinking that someone was hurt. Harrison gave Tom a confusing look before they both looked back at the car. “Is anyone going to tell me what is going on?” I questioned as they communicated with each other without actually communication.

“Why didn’t you tell me that you were being followed?” Tom asked, causing Harrison to turn and look at me whereas Tom kept his eye on the car.

“Followed?” Harrison repeated.

“I didn’t think that it was a big deal.” I told them, “They haven’t actually done anything to me, only following me.”

“Not a big deal?!” Tom started yelling and I nearly shit myself. I had never heard him yell before; it was terrifying. After looking at my face, he quietened down, “You could have been hurt, (y/n). I don’t want to see that happen.”

“What is going on?” I questioned, ignoring what Tom said because it was easier to pretend that it never happened. What Tom was saying was more terrifying then when he was shouting. Tom just laughed, as if I just asked one of the stupidest questions in the world, before shaking his head. Tom and Harrison then started muttering to each other, which started a fire inside of me.

For some reason, I quickly walked towards the door, but as I pull the door open, Tom grabbed my arm and pulled me close to him.

“What were you going to do?” Tom asked me and he sat me down.

“Something. I was just fed up.” They both gave me a weird look, “Fed up of being ignore, being followed and not doing anything.” The boys looked between each other before muttering to each other again. I waited in hopes that one of them would explain what is going on, “Hey! What the fuck is going on?”

They both stopped what they were doing. Tom looked at me and told me that I “don’t need to know, sweetie”. It made my blood boil. Whatever was happening was affecting my life and they acted like I don’t need to know; I only need to worry. While they were hovering around the café, looking at files and muttering, I decided to pretend to be doing my job and wipe clean tables.

However, Harrison brought my attention back to them as he whispered “What are we going to do about (y/n)” before Tom responded with “Take her with us. We have to look after her”. They then started talking about me as if I was a pet and not even in the room. I stopped and looked at them, waiting for them to realise that I can make my own decisions. As it didn’t seem as if they were going to realise any time soon, I grabbed the cloth in my hands and threw it at the two boys. They looked at me, Tom looked angry while Harrison tried to hide a laugh.

“What was that for?” Tom tried to remain calm.

“Why the hell are you talking about me like I’m not here?” I yelled.

“We’re just trying to look out for you.” Harrison added, “We just care about it, that’s all.”

“You need to trust us, Darling.” Tom walked over to me and rested a hand on my arm. I looked at his hand as I felt goose bumps under Tom’s touch. The look in his eyes made me melt but I couldn’t let him know, it was like he was searching my soul. “We only want what’s best for you and right now, that is being in our care. We can look after you.”

“Look after me? I’m a grown woman, I can look after myself.”

“You look like you���d shit yourself just at the sight of a gun.” Another voice said. Instantly, I moved behind Tom as two more men entered the café from the back room. They were both in sleek, black suits and when I properly looked at them, I realised that they resembled Tom. Tom walked over to them and gave them a handshake before pulling them close. With the two new sets of eyes staring at me, I felt very self-conscious in the very short dress and I tried to pull it down as much as possible.

“You say that you don’t want us to look after you, but you hide behind Tom at the first sight of trouble.” Harrison laughed. I shot him a look to say shut up, but he just laughed harder, “Let’s get out of here now that the twins are here.”

Tom grabbed my arm now, rather than caressing it, and pulled me out the way that the twins came in. We went out of the café and they forced me into a fancy car with blacked out windows. No one spoke as we sat in the car. I was squeezed into the middle seat between Harrison and Tom while the twins were in the front, one of them driving. I wish that they put music on or something because the silence was deafening, I don’t know if I could handle it.

When we finally stopped, Tom told me to stay in the car as they all left the car. I looked around the car and out of the window as a way to try and get an understanding of what is going on. One of the twins walked over to the car and opened the door. He had incredibly curly hair with a slight ginger ting to it, he put out his hand for me, to help me out I presume. Gratefully, I accepted his hand and got out of the car, trying my hardest not to expose myself as I got out.

“So, what makes you so special?” He asked as he looked me over.

“What does that mean? What makes you special?” I snapped back. He had started walking, so I quickly followed him.

“Oh, I get it.” He laughed, “You’re feisty. I’m Harry, by the way.”

“(y/n)” I introduced myself as we walked up to a mansion, “Holy fucking shit!”

“Impressed?” Harry asked and I nodded, “Wow. That’s so cute.” I playfully smacked him arm as we both laughed, “Not many people react that way when they see this place. They’re usually pre-occupied by…”

Suddenly, he just stopped talking and I looked at him. I watched his face and followed his gaze which led me to see Tom. Tom was standing by a large window, looking past the estate that we were on, and I could see into the room. Even from a floor below him, the room looked incredibly decorated and expensive. When I looked back at Harry, he looked angry and I wasn’t sure where his anger was placed. Harry placed his hand on the small of my back and guided me into the mansion.

 Sitting on a very clean sofa, in a very tidy house, I tried to gain some insight into where I was. Everything was immaculate but the whole place looked like a showroom, it was hard to imagine someone living here. The room was bare of anything personal, no photos, no sign of human life. It was like being in an Ikea show room and I didn’t want to mess it up. Everything was white or cream and very modern.

I wondered who would live here. It would have to be someone without any family or friends. Maybe because they worked all the time to afford this mansion. Or maybe, they inherited all of their money and was an arsehole without any friends because they’re a spoiled brat. I enjoyed making up a person based on their living room.

I was left alone which either meant that they trusted me or thought that I was too weak to be a threat, and I wasn’t sure if I was upset or happy about that. When I heard footsteps, I wasn’t sure what I should do. Debating whether I should stay still on the sofa or if I should grab some kind of weapon. Quickly looking around for something, I noticed that the room lacked anything sharp or dangerous.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

There were three, clear, composed knocks on the door and I turned around. Was I meant to say come in? Would it be rude if I did? Instead, I called out a “Hello?” which led to the door opening. As soon as I saw Tom’s face, I got up and ran to him, pulling him into a hug. I don’t know why I did. Something about him made me feel safe and less confused.

[ourhappylies]

Reggie Mantle Fluffy Alphabet (Riverdale)

Author: Cherry🍒 Requested: Anonymous. (I’m so sorry for how long this took!)

A = Attractive. What do they find attractive about the other?

Reggie finds your wit, sarcasm and sassiness to be attractive. He loves it when you get feisty and fight back to anyone and everyone who deserves it.

B = Baby. Do they want a family? Why/Why not?

Reggie isn’t a particularly large fan of children so he's never had the desire to have his own. As Reggie grows older and mature, he’d start to grow fond of having a child.

C = Cuddle. How do they cuddle?

Reggie likes to pull you close and sometimes lay on top of you a little bit. He’ll nuzzle his head into your neck, tickling you a wee bit.

D = Dates. What are dates with them like?

Reggie wants to make you happy so he’ll take you wherever you want to go. If you want to go to a fancy restaurant, consider it done. Or if you want to chill at the library and read together, he’s down for it. Your happiness is his happiness. But, Reggie loves to invite you over to his house and he’ll try cooking dinner for you. Try. It usually doesn’t work out very well and the fire alarm starts beeping quite often but it always makes the both of you laugh. The nights will normally end with takeaways and old movies.

E = Everything. You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…)

“Y/N, you’re my whole world,” Reggie sighed against your neck, inhaling the intoxicating scent of your perfume. “I refuse to lose you.”

F = Feelings. When did they know they were falling in love?

Reggie knew you were special from the first moment he laid eyes on you so it was no surprise to him when he realised he was falling in love. He knew when he didn’t want to be the guy who “got around” or “could have any girl he wants”. He wanted to be with you forever and never risk losing you.

G = Gentle. Are they gentle? If so, how?

Reggie treats you perfectly, he’s never too rough but he’s also not overly gentle. He knows how to put passion into everything, especially when he’s kissing you. Reggie also loves to leave hickeys littered all over your body.

H = Holding Hands. How do they like to hold hands?

Reggie's warm hand engulfs your own when he holds hands with you. He’ll give your hand a light squeeze every now and then, especially when he wants your attention.

I = Impression. First impression/s?

Reggie was gob-smacked when he first met you. He was consumed with intrigue when he first saw you. He heard you chatting with one of your friends, the witty comments you made entertained him from where he stood. He watched the way your eyes glimmered and your hair shined in the bright sunlight. He introduced himself first chance he got.

J = Joker. Are they into pulling pranks?

Reggie loves to joke around and pull a few pranks here and there. He would never take it too far to the point where you or anyone else gets hurt. But he does love to have a good laugh, especially if you’re in on the joke.

K = Kiss. How do they kiss?

Reggie knows what he’s doing when he kisses. He’s passionate and intense. He’ll leave you breathless and be wanting to pull him in again. But, Reggie will also kiss you lovingly to show you how he feels.

L = Love. Who says ‘I love you’ first?

Reggie did when he was half asleep. He was staying the night over at your house. He felt you lay down next to him and press a gentle kiss to his smooth cheek. That’s when the words slipped out unintentionally and woke him up from his sleepy state. Reggie was about to try and cover it up when you said “I love you too” back to him, calming his nerves immediately.

M = Memory. What’s their favourite memory together?

Your laugh bounced off the surfaces of the kitchen as you walked in and saw the state of the room. All sorts of food and liquid covered the benches and the tiled floors, there was even some on the walls and ceiling.

Reggie looked up at you from next to the sink, he had a white powder covering a majority of his face and in his hair. He wore a similar expression to that of a kicked puppy. Reggie looked around the room, taking in the sight of it and he rolled his eyes. It was your six month anniversary and he had wanted to cook you your favourite food… except that’s not what happened.

“Oh, Reggie…” you giggled as you navigated your way around the messy kitchen. “Let me help you clean this… mess.”

Reggie sighed deeply, “I’m sorry, Dollface. I… tried to cook for you but fucked it up, dammit.”

“It’s okay, Reggie! Let’s clean and get something delivered, okay?” The feeling of your soft lips colliding with his calmed the stress he felt from cooking.

An hour later, you were tucked up against him, nibbling on the takeaway and laughing at a silly comedy. The evening was still perfect to him despite his failed attempts at impressing you with his cooking abilities.

Reggie realised at this moment that everything would work out perfectly, especially when it came to you. Even such a simple evening could become the best memory he had with you.

N = Nickel. Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?

Reggie will buy you whatever you want, within reason. He treats you like his princess but he’s also not made of money. He loves to shower you with gifts and make you feel like a million bucks without making himself broke.

O = Orange. What colour reminds them of their other half?

Dark blue. Reggie lets you wear his sports letterman jacket whenever you feel like it. Since you started doing so, he always thinks of you when he sees the jacket and a dark blue.

P = Petnames. What petnames do they use?

It’s no secret that Reggie is a big flirt, he’ll call you by all sorts of names that range from sweet and cute to flirty and suggestive; “Baby”, “My love”, “Kitten”, “Sweet Cheeks”, “Princess”, “Foxy”, and “Dollface”.

Q = Quaint. What is their favourite non-modern thing?

Reggie owns and loves an antique leather jacket that he found one say as he was passing an Op Shop. He saw it and purchased it immediately.

R = Rainy Day. What do they like to do on a rainy day?

Reggie likes to watch horror movies. He thinks a rainy day sets the perfect mood for a horror movie, especially if there are some thunder and lightning too. Reggie will enjoy the feeling of you cuddling up to him at every jump scare and at terrifying scenes. Reggie likes to watch old horror movies that aren’t particularly scary.

S = Sad. How do they cheer themselves/others up?

Reggie will never admit that he’s feeling sad but it’s obvious to you just from observing his behaviour. His once boisterous and lively attitude becomes sullen and cheerless. Reggie will watch your favourite TV show with you. He’ll usually watch your reactions to the show and that always cheers him up. Your excitement and happiness when seeing the characters appear always helps to ease his worries and sadness, even if it’s just for a little while.

T = Talking. What do they like to talk about?

Reggie loves to talk about his sports and any upcoming games/matches. He likes to brag and show off to you, he also knows how proud of him you are when he tells you how good he’s doing. Reggie also likes to talk about your hobbies and he encourages you to embrace them more just like how he embraced his.

U = Unencumbered. What helps them relax?

Reggie always finds that a massage from you relaxes him. Despite his cool and charming exterior, he gets very stressed and tense. He’ll ask you to give him a massage every now and then to work out the stress and this always helps him to feel relaxed.

V = Vaunt. What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?

His physique. He’s a cocky teenage boy who is in peak physical condition so he obvs loves to show off how ripped he is. Reggie always feels a bit cockier when he notices you checking him out. He’ll flex a more and send a wink your way just so he can see you blush.

W = Wedding. When, how, where do they propose?

Reggie proposed to you at Pops. He ordered your favourite shake and gave Pop the ring when you weren’t looking. Pop places the kind around the straw and rested it against the top of the glass so it wouldn’t fall in. As he placed it on the table in front of you, Reggie watched as your eyes widened in shock and excitement.

Reggie grabbed your hand and stared deeply into your eyes as he asked if you would make him the happiest man to exist.

X = Xylophone. What’s their song?

‘Do I Wanna Know?’ by Arctic Monkeys. Reggie likes the rhythm, lyrics and pretty much everything about this song. It’s his go-to song for Karaoke.

Y = You. You are the ___ to my ___ (e.g. the cookies to my milk, the macaroni to my cheese)

“You, Y/N, are the lolly to my pop,” Reggie grabs at the lollypop from between your lips and sticking it in his mouth and darting off before you can scold him.

Z = Zebra. If they wanted a pet, what would they get?

Reggie would get a Guppy. He loves the look of the tropical fish and he thinks it would suit his home nicely.

[nom-the-skel]

[vore] Squirrels, chapter 6

After the short chapter, a long chapter. It’s mostly flashback though.

3.2k words! aftermath of soft safe willing vore, threats of presumably fatal vore, keeping squirrels as pets, crossdressing...?

[chapter 1][chapter 5][read on AO3][chapter 7]

Stretch followed Sans home. Sans kept seeing him jump from branch to branch out of the corner of his eye. It was just as well, since he wanted to ask all Papyrus’s squirrel friends what they knew about Razz. That didn’t mean he couldn’t give Stretch a hard time.

“What are you followin’ me for?” he said as they neared the edge of the forest. “Gonna come all the way into town? I can’t guarantee your safety.”

“You know why I’m following you. You still have my brother.”

“Oh yeah, I forgot.” Sans smirked at the outraged chitter this drew from Stretch. “Relax, he’s fine. But if you wanna make it to our house in one piece, maybe you should come ride in my pocket.”

“I’d rather—”

“Die? Because if you trot along behind me like that, you’re likely to get pounced on.”

“Blueberry made it.”

“Yeah, he got lucky. You shouldn’t really let him do that.”

“I’m just sayin’, it’d be a shame if I got home and coughed him up and had to tell him you got yourself eaten by some random fox. He’ll prob’ly blame himself, since you were here in town tryin’ to make sure he was okay.” Sans looked away casually at the sky, hiding his amusement. Stretch probably had no way of knowing how dangerous the town really was, and with his ability to teleport, there was little real risk so long as he stayed alert and out in the open.

Stretch grumbled. “Ugh, fine! You know, you could just let him out here in the forest instead!”

“Yeah, but I want to talk to him in the comfort of my own home.”

Stretch continued grumbling, but he climbed down a tree trunk, head first, and then scrambled up Sans’s leg.

“Not that one,” said Sans, putting a paw over the opening to his pocket. “Slim’s in there. You get the other side.”

Stretch glared at him and climbed across his stomach to dive into his other pocket. A squirrel on each side. Plus Blueberry in the middle. Nice and balanced. He grinned with satisfaction as he made his way into the house.

Papyrus was already home. “Where have you been? Dinner will be ready soon.”

“I already ate.”

“What did I tell you about sneaking off to Grillby’s and spoiling your appetite for—”

“Not Grillby’s. I still want dinner.”

“It’s a squirrel, isn’t it?” Papyrus asked flatly. “Which one? And give him back, please.”

“Okay, just a sec.”

Papyrus got a small towel ready while Sans regurgitated Blueberry into his paws.

“Here you go.” Sans handed him over and Papyrus dried him off. Papyrus clearly disapproved, but Blueberry grinned up at them, as if he’d just been having a refreshing nap. “I’ve got one more,” said Sans, digging into his pocket for Stretch. The orange squirrel looked distinctly nervous while dangling from Sans’s paw.

“Is there a particular reason you brought home all the squirrels?” Papyrus asked, as Stretch pulled himself up onto Sans’s arm and then made a leap for the safety of Papyrus’s towel.

“Yeah, I wanna ask them about something Alphys said.”

“Oh!” Blueberry perked up, tail twitching. “The squirrel she was looking for! I didn’t hear how that ended because you ate me. I see you got my brother back from her, though. Thank you, Sans, I knew you wouldn’t let us down!”

“What did Alphys say?” Papyrus seemed at a loss to think of anything Alphys would want with squirrels.

“She’s looking for a particular squirrel,” Sans said, a little apprehensive. He felt like the whole thing was kind of silly, but he’d said he would help.

“Yes? Which squirrel is she looking for? Maybe Blueberry and Stretch know him.”

“Or Slim,” said Stretch.

“Yes, or Slim. Where is he?”

Sans rested his paw over his pocket, lightly. “He’s sleepin’.”

“Well, you’d better wake him up. He sleeps too much anyway.”

Sans sighed and pulled the squirrel out of his pocket. Slim didn’t wake up, only cuddling into Sans’s paw pads.

Blueberry jumped over to Sans’s arm. “Slim, wake up! We want to ask you something!”

“Let him rest,” said Sans, covering the curled-up squirrel with his other hand.

“But for all you know, he could be the squirrel that wolf was lookin’ for,” Stretch pointed out. “Orange fur and tall, right? You mistook him for me once, so maybe she mistook me for him.” Sans bared a single fang at him.

“Did she say the name of the squirrel she was looking for?” Blue asked, leaning against Sans’s protective paw.

“She didn’t know.”

“But she told you his brother’s name,” Stretch reminded him, climbing up to sit on Papyrus’s shoulder. “What was it again? Sounded kinda familiar.”

Sans sighed. “It was Razz.”

Slim stirred.

“Where have I heard that name before?” Stretch pondered. Sans was sure he was doing this on purpose.

“That’s what Slim said when he first saw me, after Sans caught him!” Blueberry squeaked, loud and triumphant at having solved the mystery.

“Oh, right,” said Stretch. “And she said he was small and cute—like you, Blue—but with purple fur.”

“That sounds like the squirrel I saw Slim hanging out with before!” Blueberry hopped on Sans’s arm with delight.

Slim pulled himself out from between Sans’s paws, groggy and confused. “What did you say about Razz?”

“He’s alive! Your brother!” Blueberry just kept getting more excited.

“What?” Slim scrambled up Sans’s arm. “Where is he?”

“The wolves have him,” Stretch said. “They didn’t eat him. They kept him for a pet.”

“Wow, Slim, just like you!” Blueberry found every aspect of this increasingly delightful.

Slim looked up hesitantly at Sans, who was showing much less enthusiasm. “Can I—can we go see him?”

Sans hesitated for a moment, then answered breezily. “Of course. You think I’d keep you from your brother?”

***

Razz found himself waking up in darkness. Had he fainted? It couldn’t be. He was too tough to react like that, no matter what danger he faced. The last thing he remembered was teasing a big blue-green wolf that thought it could catch him. There was no way—he was too fast—so why was he someplace dark that reeked of wolf scent? And why couldn’t he move? Was this—had he been eaten, and was this dark, tight place the inside of the wolf’s stomach? He shivered at the thought, but dismissed it. It wasn’t wet and close like he’d imagine a stomach to be; the surface under him was hard and flat and smooth, and the reason he couldn’t move much was that his wrists and ankles were bound together behind his back.

“Where am I? How dare you!” His voice echoed back at him in the small enclosed space.

Nobody answered. He wriggled sideways until he found the wall, a smooth metallic surface curved like the inside of a half sphere, not much bigger than required to hold him, bisected by the floor. It was likely uniform all the way around, but he didn’t have anything better to do than explore it. But just as he started pushing himself along the edge, he heard voices. At first they were too quiet to make out, but they quickly grew closer.

“Bon appetit!” said one, and the wall lifted away. Razz blinked in the sudden light, making out the forms of two wolves. The blue one must be the same one he remembered. What had she done to him? She must have cheated somehow to catch him and leave him here like this.

“You cheater! Untie me and I’ll teach you a lesson!” he snarled at the blue wolf. If only his wrists had been bound in front he could have chewed through the ropes.

“Wow, he’s feisty.” The yellow wolf peered at him uncertainly.

“The feisty ones taste the best!” The blue one was proud of her catch.

The yellow one licked her lips, encouraged, and reached out for Razz. He snapped at her, and her hand hovered over him, as she tried to figure out how to pick him up without getting bitten.

“Here,” said the blue one, expertly snatching him up and dangling him by the tail. He writhed and twisted, trying to reach her paw, but he couldn’t touch her. “Say ‘aaah’!”

The yellow wolf giggled, and when Razz looked in her direction he got a face full of her tongue, bordered by sharp white teeth, leading back toward—well, he’d rather not think about that. The momentary paralysis brought on by surprise—certainly not fear—was enough that he missed his chance to resist further before finding himself lying face-down on her tongue, her jaws closing around him, wolf saliva and definitely not tears wetting his cheek bones, and if he failed to hold back a terrified-sounding squeak, well, it wasn’t as if Slim or anyone else he actually knew would find out about it. He squeezed his eyes shut. Slim was a grown squirrel and could take care of himself. He would be fine without his brother to look after him. He had to be…

“What’s wrong? Is it not good? I knew I shoulda tasted—”

The blue wolf’s voice penetrated his despair as the yellow wolf’s tongue and jaws fell away.

“Oh, no, no, it’s really good! I just—would it be bad if I—wanted to keep it?”

Razz found himself lying in the yellow wolf’s paws. It would have been pretty comfortable if he hadn’t been tied up. Blinking the liquid from his eyes, he looked up at the wolf.

“You know what they say about having your cake and eating it too,” the blue wolf was saying.

“Y-yeah, I mean, maybe I’d rather—have it, than eat it.”

The wolves looked at each other, the yellow one blushing awkwardly, the blue one taken aback. Razz couldn’t pass up this chance to attempt escape and tried to roll out of the yellow wolf’s paws, but she just caged him in with her other paw as he rolled toward the edge of the one he was on.

“Well, I guess—” said the blue wolf.

Razz bit one of the enclosing fingers. The yellow wolf yelped and pulled her paw away.

“—but not if it’s gonna bite you.” The blue wolf frowned at him. Her fangs were long, visible even with her mouth closed. Razz involuntarily shrank back, pressing against the yellow wolf’s paw pads.

“No, no, it’s okay. It’s just scared. Look, it didn’t even draw blood.” The yellow wolf cradled him to her chest, the wolf scent even more overpowering with her fur in his face. “It’s just a squirrel; what harm can it do?”

“I’ll show you what harm a squirrel can do!” Razz growled, but if the wolves heard him they didn’t show any sign.

“I know! Stick it in that old bird cage.” The blue wolf grinned, warming up to the idea of keeping him. “Then it can’t cause trouble. And if you get hungry sometime and don’t wanna go out and hunt, you can always eat it after all.”

***

“Here you go, Kiyo-chan.” The yellow wolf—her name was Alphys, or at least that’s what the other one had called her—shoved some peanuts through the bars of the cage, without opening the door.

“Don’t call me that.” Razz reached through the bars to swipe at her hand, but it was far out of reach. At least she’d untied him when she’d put him in here. He definitely wasn’t intimidated by the way the much-larger wolf could easily snap the ropes that had held him helpless.

“That’s your name, though! You’re named after one of the side characters from Mew Mew K—”

“No it’s not! How dare you? You can’t just go around handing out new names, without even asking, and especially not horrible nerdy names like that!”

“It’s a good name! It’s really cute. And Kiyosada is a great character! He starts off seeming like just comic relief, but as the show goes on—”

Razz covered his ears. “I don’t care! There’s no way some cartoon character is cool enough to share a name with me.” Especially if Razz was named after him and not the other way around. “It’s insulting!”

The wolf huffed, crossing her arms. “Well what kind of name do you want then?”

“I already have a name!”

“Oh, really?” Alphys’s ears perked up in surprise. “I suppose I never thought about squirrels having names before.”

“Of course I do! And it’s Razz. So you’d better call me by it, or else.”

“Oh, like a raspberry! That’s adorable!”

“No! I’m not adorable, I’m fierce!”

“Okay, I’ll call you Razz, if you promise not to bite me anymore.”

Razz growled, tail flicking in irritation. “Fine, I won’t bite you. Unless you manhandle me.”

“See, we’re gonna have a great time. Can you see the screen from there? I’ll show you the episodes with Kiyosada. Maybe you’ll change your mind about the name!”

“No I won’t,” said Razz, but he sat down and nibbled on the peanuts as she started up the video.

***

“Wow, he’s really tame,” said Undyne, the blue wolf, the first time she saw Razz sitting docilely on Alphys’s shoulder.

“He’s a good boy. Mostly,” said Alphys, with a nervous laugh. “He just has to stay on the leash.”

Of course, the first time Alphys had fallen asleep with him out of the cage, he’d explored her room for escape routes, and then hidden, hoping to get out when she eventually opened the door, or perhaps gnaw a hole in it if that proved impossible. But she’d been so worried and upset, he hadn’t run fast enough when she’d found him under a pile of clothes and plush anime characters. Since then she’d made sure to put a leash on him whenever he was out of the cage, and whatever it was made of, it was too tough for him to chew through.

“Well, he looks really cute.”

“I don’t look cute,” Razz protested. “I look handsome! Or dapper! But not cute!” He couldn’t reach the bow in the light blue ribbon around his neck, but he straightened the one on his tail. If it was crooked that might make it look more ‘cute’ and less sharp.

“Okay, okay. You don’t look cute. You look adorable!” The blue wolf laughed at him, and he glared at her until Alphys distracted him with a peanut.

***

“I don’t know why you’re so attached to that bandanna,” Alphys complained. “Sure, it matches your fur, but that just makes it blend in too much. These ribbons are much c—cooler. And it’s got all these rips and tears in it.”

Razz glared, suspecting she’d just herself from saying ‘cuter.’ “I had a life before I met you, you know. This is all I have left.”

Alphys paused, as if she hadn’t considered that before. “Well, you’re better off here, though, aren’t you? You’ve got a warm place to sleep, plenty of food and entertainment and clothes—once I finish adding the tail holes—and you’re safe from predators. Except us, ha ha. And we wouldn’t eat you—unless we were really starving. What does the forest have to compare to that?”

Razz looked away. He couldn’t tell her about Slim. What if she went after him? He wouldn’t put his brother’s freedom at risk like that. Besides, he didn’t really want Slim to see him like this, no matter how good he looked in these ribbons.

“Here, try this one on.” She pulled something from the box of doll clothes Undyne had brought, and placed it inside Razz’s cage. The door was open; he couldn’t try on clothes while wearing a leash, but by now she trusted him not to bolt out. “It’s a dress so it will fit over your tail without a hole.” She waited while he pulled it on and pushed his arms out the sleeves. “You look fabulous!” She held up a hand mirror so he could see.

“Of course I do!” He straightened out the skirt. “I still think I could just wear the bandanna over it.”

“No, no, the colors clash.”

“If it doesn’t clash with my fur, it won’t clash with my bandanna!”

“That’s different!” Alphys bared her teeth, but he didn’t back down, glaring at her defiantly through the bars of his cage. She sighed in defeat. “All right, fine. Wear the bandanna. But not when anyone’s gonna see you.”

“Who’s going to see me?”

“Actually, I was thinking of making a window box, so you can see outside, and monsters walking by could see how cu—cool you look.”

“No—no, please, I don’t want anyone to see me like this!” It was unlikely Slim would happen to walk by the wolves’ house. Razz wasn’t even really sure how far it was from the forest; he’d only seen Alphys’s room since the first day when she’d decided not to eat him. But word might get out, and if Slim did somehow find out, he’d either get himself killed trying to get here, or actually make it here and see what Razz had been reduced to.

“Oh, is the dress too frilly? Don’t worry, we’ll make sure you look good and not overly cute.”

“No, the dress is fine. I just—remember, I’m—I’m a pet now.” Razz looked away. “I don’t want anyone to know how—how far I’ve fallen. Especially not…”

“What are you talking about? Any squirrel would be lucky to be our pet.”

He turned back to her, grimacing. “Sometimes I wish you’d just eaten me.”

“What? Why? I thought you were happy here!”

His tail flicked nervously. “I—I am, but—I’m still a prisoner.”

“Well, what would you do if I let you go?”

“I would try to get back to—” No, he wouldn’t just try. He would succeed! He rephrased it: “I would go back to the forest where I lived before you caught me.”

“But why? Why not just stay here? We have a lot of anime to watch still, and you have everything you need!”

“Not everything.”

“What is it? What’s so important that you’d give up a cushy life and trek all the way back to the forest, dodging wolves and foxes and hawks?”

He looked away again. She reached into the cage and pulled him out. The way she stroked his skull told him she didn’t mean it to be intimidating, but being held right in front of a wolf’s muzzle couldn’t help but make him a little nervous. He glimpsed the white of her teeth as she spoke. “Come on, Razz. We’re friends now, aren’t we? You can tell me.”

He twisted around to try and climb off her paw and back into his cage, but she blocked him with her other paw. He climbed up the second paw, only to encounter the first again, and gave up, sitting down on her paw pad. “It’s—it’s my brother,” he finally admitted.

[savetheblackpaladin]

It's alright, take your time on it. An s/o who's stressed out because of a mission, coming up, so Lance, Shiro and Allura (separate) just spend an entire day with them, just cuddling them and giving words of encouragement? If that makes sense.

I gotchu fam! I know school can be terrifying (Yay, anxiety!) so I hope this helps!

Lance

a good bean. He’s got a big family, so he knows when someone is feeling down

especially you because he’s like perfectly in tune with every little body gesture and facial expression

you may think you can hide it, but Lancey-Lance is on it!

he’s already hunted down your favorite movies and a billion extra blankets and he’s currently in the process of making comfort food

the one to cover your eyes while saying, “I’ve got a present for you~” in a sing song voice

he brings you to your room where he has everything set up to lounge around all day (he’s also got video games for after movies have been exhausted)

you gotta switch into pj’s

spends most of the day with you sitting between his legs, leaning up against his chest so he can keep his arms wrapped around you

kisses your ears and cheeks whenever he feels like it, which is a lot

but there’s one memorable moment where he starts singing to you in this really dramatic and exaggerated, what is probably, Shakira song while he’s pulling you up to dance with him

really dramatic dips while he’s belting out off-key

twirls you until you’re laughing

even tries to pick you up and spin you but that’s really hard when you’re singing as badly as you can and end up falling over in a pile

you’re both panting and out of breath from singing and laughing so Lance just holds you to him, squeezing tight

“Hey, babe. I know you probably don’t want to talk about it, but I want you to know that I’m here for you. Okay? Like, always. So uh, don’t feel like you need to hide anything from me. Or something.” He finishes lamely, but he’s blushing and it’s really cute and you can’t help but mutter thank you and bury your head in his shoulder

and he sits you both back up to cup your face in his hands, “I’m serious, Y/n. You’re like, the best person I know and I just want you to know that you’re never alone. I’m here.”

this boy. this sweet, sweet boy.

Shiro

also picks up on your feelings immediately but he’s much more straight forward that Lance is

notices the way you hold your arms to your body more, like you’re trying to protect yourself. and they way your smile doesn’t quite reach your eyes.

pulls you to the side for a long, tender hug where he just sorta rocks back and forth while petting your hair

“Hey, do you want me to stay with you today?”

“No, it’s ok Shiro. You’ve got other impo–”

“Nothing, absolutely nothing, is more important that you. Do you. Want me to stay with you?”

ah fuck, he’s so concerned already so you just nod and Shiro gives you another tight squeeze before going to his favorite chill spot

which happens to be a large glass atrium in the Castleship where you can watch the stars outside or play a program what displays galaxies, and nebulas, and all sorts of neat-o things

but he’s not really paying attention because he’s got your head resting against his chest, watching your face relax as he starts running his hand through your hair and slowly transitions to rubbing your neck and shoulders

he won’t push you to tell him what’s wrong but he’s probably really good at guessing. or at least knows how to be vague enough to still be comforting

“You know I think you’re the strongest person in the universe, right?”

“What? Oh my god Shiro, shut up!”, you lightly smack his arm and bury your face in his chest.

He chuckles and you can feel it reverberate underneath you, “I’m serious. You’re so strong, you take care of people, us. You’re the best person I know Y/n. And whatever is bothering you, you can handle it.” He gives you another tight squeeze, “And if you feel like you can’t; I’m right here for you.”

You sniffle and wrap your arms around his waist, “Thanks Shiro.”

He nods, humming his approval as he rubs his cheek against your hair

Allura

human facial expressions are probably a little harder for her to get, also she seems like she would take a long time to notice something is off. she’s just so busy!

you’d probably have to approach her yourself but of course, she’s drop everything to comfort you

“Well, I don’t know what you do on Earth but I do know what I used to do on Altea when I felt anxious!”

it’s a girls spa day essentially

there’s some sort of movie or tv show going in the background, Allura’s got space tea and tasty little snackies to keep you guys full (made by Coran. She’s a princess, she don’t cook)

offers to paint your fingers and toes and she’s just cooing over how tiny your little toes are

“They’re so adorable! Look at it! They fit you so well.” 

might enjoy tickling your feet, just so she can see you laught rather than pout

totally paints a face mask on you herself and hums happy tunes while she does you hair

lots of hugs! and face snuggles!

Allura is a nuzzler and just loves rubbing her face against yours and planting kisses everywhere

with random compliments

“I love your cute cheeks, I just wanna kiss them all day!”

“Look at you, my brave little defender! I love you!”

Afterwards, you two just cuddle in bed, barely watching tv as Allura traces your facial features with a gentle hand

“My sweet one. I don’t know what is bothering you, but I am always here for you. I want to be your support. The one you go to when you need to feel better. Together, we can defeat anything.” She gently kisses you on the nose.

“And if you feel like you can’t defeat it, well I’ll just borrow Lance’s bayard and handle it myself.” That’s not romantic Allura, but ok.

you have a feisty princess

[msktns]

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