request story - starsage
Unlike the felines team the dog team are a lot more disorganised, single items of clothes littering every space of the floor, dirt padded all through the place.
Dirty Laundry. Chapter Six.
Alan pushed his way past the others who seemed unable to take even a single step closer. “the hell is going on up here?”
Soft Spot
The rabbit managed to lock a single frame of the ebony wolfess into his vision as he glanced backward a single time; kneeling down upon the carpet to search those crannies he could easily fit through.
Ander - Part 6: Subchapter 71
It was the calm before the storm, the heartbeat before the drums fall silent, the single breath before the first strike. it was such a fragile magic, so easily broken.
Ander - Part 6: Subchapter 129
Ander said and plunged the dagger deep inside the wood, just beneath that single word. enka that single challenge. first daughter that single invitation to end it all. on some level he knew it must be some kind of trap.
Every Thorn has its Rose
She inquired, already laying grip on a single couch arm. "if that's what it takes, i suppose so," retorted rey. "you know what?"
Unjust Love. A Shepherd's Love. Part Eight.
“bradley can’t ever be single. he always has to be dating someone! or like, hooking up with someone! he even hit on our math teacher.” georgy gagged at the very idea. “he can’t just be single.” “why does that bother you so much?”
Ander - Part 6: Subchapter 37
A single line, four wolves high, and a curve, bulging into the pass like a - _like a pregnant belly..._ ander shook his head, pulled a stubby piece of charcoal from his pocket and set to work, poring over that piece of paper with naught but a single lantern
The Dragoness's Hunger
Without a word she popped her jaw open and lunged, gabbing two in a single mouthful and swallowing them in a single motion, feeling them rush down her throat.
Lost Archives of the Xenomorphs
The future looked dimmed and all creatures were focused on the single child, hybrid by alien. xenomorphs and humans will eventually clash again.
Your odd morning
Then it all clicks in place your room isn't a room, but in fact a single massive trainer stumbling back in horror the last thing you see out the top of the shoe being a single large black sock working its way over the shoe, you panic more fear filling
A Lucario's Trainer
If you go and sacrifice all of your tomorrows for a single yesterday, isn't that being selfish? are all of your tomorrows worth a single yesterday? who will remember her if you're gone?