#“Grimmy On Air”

[pammyloumendkens]

🤔🧐REMEMBER🤨🤷‍♂️🤷‍♀️...

...😏WHEN Shawn Wrote A "Sad Song"👍,👌With Nick "Grimmy" Grimshaw;On "BBC Radio 1"😉

🙃Fun-Facts😁:🙂Nick's 2Nd Name=ALSO Peter😀&😃His Last😄=Missin' Only1 Letter😆&😜IT WOULD'VE Had Shawn In IT😝

[zippidi-dooda]

Imagine being stuck in NRC for a while already and word getting out about how you've always wanted to get married ...

It'd spread slowly. First, you'd tell Grim. Then Grim tells Ace and Deuce. They end up telling Trey and well, Cay-kun is always with him so he hears about it too and so does Riddle. Then, they each tell their friends from their classes and clubs and so on and so forth until the while school knows about it.

But it doesn't stop there.

Remember Cay-Cay? Your good old cutie Cater senpai?

Yeah?

Well remember his magicam account?

Yeah ... one innocent little post and your friends from other schools fine out. Then, pretty much of all of Twisted Wonderland knows about it.

It's no wonder you've been bombarded with after school hangout requests everyday since then.

Oh, and don't mind the growing pile of gifts in that spare room in Ramshackle.

... or the growing hostility in the air and the constant thunderstorms outside.

Just tell little old Grimmy-poo exactly what you're looking for in the person you want to marry ...

No.

No, that isn't a stash of tuna he's keep under the cupboard now ...

Don't ask who gave it to him, it's not yours ...

Besides, he can't remember every single person who gave it to him ...

[snoringkitty1]

A Beyond the Bet came out a few days ago, and the first ending i got was the fucking worst one, so, i am here to bring some fluff to make myself feel better :,> Tw: blood, spoilers for the expansion dlc This will follow The Duo ending from the expansion dlc, enjoy ♡♡.

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This..was not what you were expecting to come of you venturing to hell with the one and only grim reaper, Casper. You were safe from the whole giving your soul away thing, and Casper was safe from soul sickness.

You didn't think he would arrive back home today..covered in blood??

"Just keep your eyes closed." He ordered, he was serious, and as much as you wanted to tease him for his tone..you also felt a little sick. The scent was rank, foul, and it definitely smelled like death, so maybe this was more fitting..?

You couldn't help but gag, though, and you felt a little bad since you were technically gagging at Casper. "I pray you're going to take a shower.." You sighed and opened one eye to peek at him.

Bits of his hair were matted and stuck together with blood. It was harder to see much blood across his dark grey, black, and already red clothes. "Why would I not shower??" He looked back at you with a scowl before sighing.

"I told you to keep your eyes closed.." he grumbled and hurried off out of sight. "You know i am terrible at listening, especially to you, Grimmy." You teased, regaining your spunk as if you had never lost it.

You could hear him scoff from the bathroom, "Why did i bring you down here..?" He sighed dramatically as you walked over and leaned against the wall near the door. "Cuz you looooove me~" you cooed and listened to him sigh.

"And now you're stuck with me foreeeever." You giggled and crossed your arms. "You are insufferable." He stated, his voice muffled through the door, but you could easily tell that he was blushing up to his ears already.

"I'll get you a change of clothes, thank me later." You chuckled and let him have a break from your antics as you return to his room to pick out whatever you pulled from his drawers. Everything looked the same, though, so you just grabbed his pajamas.

It was a safer bet than half of the same junk he kept in his drawers. By the time you returned to the bathroom, the shower was already running, so you saw fit to step into the bathroom to drop off the change of clothes.

You opened the door and poked your head in. The mirror was fogged up already, so the shower must be pretty toasty. You looked at his bloodied and pretty much ruined clothes with a sigh.

Maybe you could throw them out for him while he was busy getting clean? It's not a terrible idea, at least, not the worst one you've had since coming here.

You left the bathroom momentarily and came back with gloves. You picked the bloodied clothes out of the sink and tried to fold them before you tried to transport them.

"Gross.." You grumbled. The clothes had only gotten more and more damp from the humidity in the room. Casper, however, seemed to hear you through the white noise of the shower.

"What are you up to, Sunshine?" He questioned. You looked at the shower curtain, which was unsurprisingly black. "Uh well.." You sighed and set his bloodied jacket down in the sink again.

"Uh..do you want these thrown away, or is there some miracle detergent that gets rid of this much blood?" You chuckled. Now was really not the best time for you to randomly get itchy..you wrinkled your face and tried to scratch against your shoulder, to no avail.

Casper sheepishly peeked from the curtain, looking more and more like a ghost with how pale he was. Red eyes gleaming as he watched you, "What in the nine hells are you doing?"

You looked over and smiled awkwardly as you shrugged, "Well, i can't scratch my face!" You whined and listened to him laugh with a pout. "Gods, you are stupid." He laughed and leaned out of the shower a little more.

You let out a puff of air and stepped closer, "where's the itch, weirdo." He reached out, slender fingers grazing your face "Here." You hummed and tilted your head. He chuckled and scratched the itch before pinching your cheek.

"There is stuff specifically to get rid of blood, but i do not wish to go through the hassel right now.." he stated as he dissappeared back into the shower.

"So i got gloves on and stuff for nothing or?" You huffed. "Just don't worry about it!" You grumbled and peeled the cheap gloves off your hands and threw them away.

You quickly decided to leave the bathroom. The mixture of that damp smell and blood was upsetting your nose and stomach.

It had been a few months since you had last seen your apartment. It was probably being rented out to someone else by now. Thankfully, you had all your important things, that being your pet.

You found yourself sitting at his desk, messing around on his computer to entertain yourself. "Maybe i should get myself some games.." You muttered to yourself, clicking on the familiar little blue app.

Sometimes, if Casper was ever out extra long or if you ever felt too alone, you would scroll up and read through your old chat logs. It made you feel nostalgic, and happy things went well compared to..well, either or both of you dying.

You leaned back and crossed your legs before jumping as you saw Casper's reflection in the screen. "Ah shit!" You shouted and leaned forward onto his desk with a sigh.

He laughed and crossed his arms, "You're too easy, Sunshine." He teased, that lopsided smirk painting his pretty face. "What are you doing, anyway?" He questioned and looked at the screen.

You had scrolled pretty much back to the top when you insisted he was just a scammer trying to get into your wallet. When in reality, it seems he was simply after your heart, and soul, mostly your soul..

"I like reading the stupid way you used to type." You leaned back in his chair and looked up at him with a smug smile. "Y'know, with all the weird capitals and kaomoji's?" You teased and giggled when he glared down at you before sighing.

"It is a shame i can no longer call you an annoying mortal.." he grumbled before shaking his head. His hair framed his face nicely, and his red gaze seemed to glow in his shadow.

You simply smiled, no retort prepared. He seemed caught off guard seeing you staring up at him, with perhaps a love struck look. You didn't even need to tease him for his face to flush pink.

"Don't look at me like that, Sunshine.." he grumbled and leaned back and turned away, walking over and sitting on the edge of his bed. You lightly kicked off his desk and spun around, smiling at him before turning his computer off and getting up to follow him.

"But you like when i look at you with love, right?" You smiled and sat on the edge of the bed beside him, but quickly shifted to sit in the middle of the bed.

He looked at you sheepishly before sighing, "I do.." he hummed. As a reaper, he still lacked the ability to lie, but as a reaper yourself, so did you. You were pretty good at getting out of his 'interrogations' though.

"Then i will continue to 'look at you like that'." You teased and grabbed his shirt and pulled him down with you. He yelped and barely managed to catch himself before landing face first into you. "You little-" he huffed before smiling, "You just cannot stop yourself, can you?" He mocked and stuck his tongue out at you.

You giggled and pulled your hand back, putting on an innocent facade, "Don't look at me, it was Azreal!" You joked and stuck your tongue out to mock him.

He rolled his eyes and leaned down to kiss the corner of your lips before he rolled to the side, and his hands moved to hold your waist and pull you close. "Azreal wouldn't have the gall, you on the other hand.." he hummed.

His cold hand held your face, his thumb brushing against your cheek. "..hmm." A content hum slips past your lips, the faint buzz that lingered whenever the two of you touched was a feeling you began to welcome, it was comfortable and familiar

"hey, Casper..?" you spoke softly, barely above a faint whisper as, with his warmth mixed in with your own, you couldn't help but grow increasingly sleepy by every passing second. "Yes, Sunshine." he responded just as softly, laying his head on his pillow and smiling at you as you nestled closer.

"I think you'll be surprised to know.." you began, your arms making their way around his chest, squeezing with what tired strength you had and smiled up at him. "How much i love you, Grimmy~" you cooed and kissed his jaw, he didn't seem surprised.

Ever since the two of you moved in, or well, you moved into the Underworld, and his bed, his room, became your shared spaces, these bouts of random affection have become quite common between you both. No words needed to be exchanged in the end, however, after all, you needed only to press your ear to his chest to listen to his speedy heartbeat.

He simply hummed and held you close, "I..am grateful. Beyond so, even.." he sighed and kissed the top of your head with a lopsided smile on his pretty face. "So grateful that things turned out good.. great even..we're both alive and kicking, both immortal, both reapers in technicalities.." he rambled on before laughing at himself.

"I am just..happy, so happy.." he muttered, you wouldn't be surprised if you looked up to find him tearing up at his words..not that you were, totally not.

He combed his hand through your hair with a touch so gentle you could swear it's like he was worried such simple touch would possibly bring you to harm in some way. But of course, all it did was put you right to sleep faster then he could even say good night.

He looked at the clock on his wall, he didn't even realize he had gotten back so late..suddenly he was particularly glad you had grabbed his pj's over anything else he had in his drawers, saved him from needing to get up to change.

"Sleep well, Sunshine.." he whispered and pulled the blankets up and over the both of you, closing his eyes and falling asleep to the hum of your touch, your soft exhales, and sweet incoherent mumbling.

[silverryuan]

Grim with a Blue Diamond! Yuu from Steven Universe

Warnings: Angst to Comfort

Blue Diamond, or Blue for short, is a Homeworld Gem and a member of the Great Diamond Authority that formerly ruled over the Gem race. She is a character from Rebecca Sugar's Steven Universe.

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"Fnyahahah!~"

• Grim laughed as he jumped in a meadow full of tuna cans. The sun was shining just right, the flowers gave fragrance, and of course, the tuna cans were delicious! A little bit of rolling around the grass, Grim dived into a mountain of tuna cans. The feline opened a can and sighed to himself in satisfaction.

"Fnyagh~ Now this is the cat's meow! Me and my hundreds of canned tunas alone and not a single pesky human to keep us from... Fnyagh...?"

• Before he can eat the tuna, he turned his head to a flicker of pink. He squinted his eyes to a direction and see a pink rose with its sharpened thorns slithering.

• Why are the roses moving? On top of that, why are they moving towards him?! Grim immediately sat on top of his tuna can mountain to stand his ground and shouted.

"Fnyaagh! This is creepy! H-Hey, stop that! Get your own tuna! Get outta here!"

• But the roses kept walking to him.

• That gave his instincts a go sign to burn them.

"Well ya asked for this!"

• The monster cat blew walls upon walls of flames enough to incinerate the grass around him.

"Fnyahah! How d'ya like... Nooo! My precious tunaaa!"

• He stopped after he noticed the now scorched lids of the cans. His ears drooped back and his movements panicked.

• He grabbed as many tuna cans he can carry to run for it but a prickly vine slithered itself onto his neck stopping him midair.

"OUCH!! LET GO! LET GO!"

• The sun was now crowded by clouds, the wind became strong enough to turn into a tornado, and the greenery were swallowed up by the roses. Everything looked red now. The flames he caused earlier did nothing to burn the roses who are now building themselves a wall around a struggling Grim.

"FNYAAAGH! D-DON'T COME NEAR ME! STAY BACK! FNYAGH!"

• A giant rose emerged from the others. Its petals blossomed wider to reveal a mouth layered with sharp teeth, like a shark about to bite into its prey. The frightened and crying cat was lifted to the giant rose's mouth. Grim, who was expecting his doom, braced for the pain of the bite.

• But the bite never came, instead the rose appeared to be saying something. Something muffled that he couldn't quite hear.... The wind howled stronger and rose petals began to tornado themselves around Grim, the vines pulling him down to the widened maws of the roses below.

• The monster didn't know what was going on. His tuna cans are gone. His magic didn't work.

• His Henchman is not here. Where are you?

• He desperately screamed your name until he suffocated from the petals.

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And then he woke up.

{Ramshackle – Bedroom}

• Grim jolted awake from his sleep, screaming and gasping for air. He's still in Ramshackle, lying down on your bed.

"F-Fnaygh?..... N-nightmare?"

• He soon realized that he was supposed to be asleep. He leaned back on the bed but you weren't there. Grim looked at the clock on your night stand and see that it was 3 AM. That's weird, you're never awake this late. Even when that Hornton guy visits.

• He waited for you until the clock hits 3:30 AM. He got impatient, hurriedly getting up from the covers to find you.

• Grim went downstairs to the lounge, but you weren't there. He went to the bathroom, still not there. He searched the whole dorm but not a single tall silhouette of yours he sees. Grim eventually got hungry searching for you and went to the kitchen only to be greeted by one of the Ramshackle Ghosts.

"Heeheehee! Well I'll be! Never thought I'd see lil' Grimmy awake so early in the morning for the first time! Hahahaha!"

"Fnyagh... It ain't funny!"

"I know, I'm just messing with you. Good morning, by the way."

"Mornin'... Have you seen my henchman? They aren't in bed."

"Oh, I saw them go outside."

"What're they doing outside? This ain't Savanaclaw! Guess I'll look for 'em... But not until I get my tuna!"

"You sure love your tuna, huh?"

• Grim huffed in response to the ghost. His paws opening the fridge to grab his "breakfast" and rushed outside of the dorm.

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{Ramshackle – Pink's Shrine}

• It was still dark outside. He looked for you behind Ramshackle and there you are... Tall figure kneeling and hunched over with a hooded cloak layering your clothes. Grim approached slowly, making little sound as to observe what you are doing...

• You are mourning again.

• He learned about your strange habit of mourning for the loss of a certain loved one but surely it's impossible for one to mourn this long. Their death probably made a large impact on you to be depressed enough to distance yourself from others.

• Often seeking for Pink's guidance and offering bouquets of roses and things she'd like. Mourning eventually became a weekly routine.

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• He stopped when he heard your melancholic voice.

"It's... a bit unexpected, isn't it Pink?"

• Tears started welling up in Grim's eyes. He hates it when you do that. That overwhelmingly strong magic of yours that can make even dorm leaders cry. Forcing their depressing memories and negative thoughts to resurface in their mind as pure torture. It would leave the cat both amazed and sad at the same time.

"This... World you talked about to me... Is everything like you've said so but also... Not how you described it to be."

"Very colorful. Very charming. Very lively. Very... Good. It's unlike Homeworld. I can see why you wanted to save it. Yet I cannot understand why..."

• He's also noticed how different you are to other humans. You are no beastman, merfolk or fae either. That comment from the Dark Mirror about you being from another planet or world could be true.

"... Why you kept coming here. Despite the joy you found in this world, there is still pain... There are highly privileged people that are not satisfied how the world treats them... It's fascinating how they let their organic emotions out in a life threatening way that risks others."

"I don't know if Yellow or White would understand either. They want to seize it but I disagree. This was your planet, after all."

• Grim remembered about the seldom topics about your family. You looked sad every time he brought it up but then again, Grim doesn't want to talk about his. He doesn't remember them. The only thing he has close to a family is you.

"I still can't see the point in preserving everything. This world is not perfect at all. The inhabitants are imperfect. I don't know what else you saw in these creatures aside from potential."

"They are very weak. Very shallow. Very undisciplined. Very... Flawed. Every single one of them. I should have guessed considering they are completely different species from Gems."

• The flaming feline never understood your hatred toward humanity for some reason. Much like Sebek, you would always point out their flaws and their weaknesses. Yet you yourself is also not perfect. You'd still reach out to your friends' outstretched hands to help them.

"If... If I could at least tolerate these horrid organisms... I would rather have you teach me how... Even if I was upset with you, I'd spare this planet and still let you enjoy every moment here..."

"One last chance. I may not understand... but I will preserve the last of your legacy. I will try my best to save it for you. This is what you would have wanted...

"Right?"

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• Ever since he met you, he's been living his days either in playful bliss or sad boredom. Whether you're in a good mood, you'll playfully join him in his shenanigans. Or when you're in a bad mood, you'll isolate yourself from others to avoid hurting them. The ADeuce would get the memo to leave you alone or else they'll cry until you'll feel better.

• You're the most emotionally unstable person he has ever met his entire life. That's one thing about you he'll never forget. It's an unhealthy friendship but he doesn't want to leave you...

"...sniffle... sniffle..."

"...Grim? What are you doing up so early?"

".... Y-You weren't there in bed so I followed you. Not that I want to be with you or anything! I'm just looking out for my henchman, of course!"

"... Thank you, Grim."

"Fnyaghh... yeah, yeah."

• You noticed him after hearing his sniffling behind you. It appears that he followed you to the shrine, he didn't leave even if unintentionally you made him cry. He must've been so scared waking up all by himself.

• He moved beside you as if to mourn with you. Grim didn't like the silence but with your presence, it brought him comfort.

"I couldn't sleep. I had a pretty bad nightmare."

"Oh? You did?"

"Yeah. I was having a feast with all my precious premium tuna. Mountains of them! They looked so delicious! It felt like a dream come true!"

"Really? That sounds... Good."

"Yeah, really! And then... and then this big scary flower with huge fangs started to grab me and wanted to bite a chunk of my tail!"

"That does sound scary."

"Yeah... A-and when I woke up... you weren't there..."

"......... I'm sorry."

• You're always by his side, through thick and thin. Throughout all of those Overblots, you two are never separated from each other.

"... You too... Why're you mourning so early?"

"... I needed some... Comfort. I do not want to disturb your sleep."

• Sadly enough, the only thing that cheers you up nowadays can only bring you painful memories of nostalgia. Most of them are the time you spent with your family. Most of them are Pink's. Whether it was trinkets, food, or parties, a sad smile would grace your features and you'd say:

"Oh, how beautiful. This reminds me of Pink..."

"This is quite enjoyable. If only Pink was here..."

"I never played this game before. Pink would've loved this..."

• It's always about Pink. Grim didn't know enough about you other than your tendencies of being emotional and authoritative.

• Rarely you were angered, only snapped when Riddle insulted you, when Leona dared to bare his fangs at you, and when Azul threatened to take away your shrine. Even when Grim called you Henchman! But soon you brushed it off and thought of it as a funny little nickname he's given you.

"You know... I always thought of you as a rowdy, lazy, and obnoxious pest but..."

"Hey!"

"Haha, I'm sorry... but I'm beginning to see that you... are not so bad after all..."

"... Why's that?"

"... You're always here for me... Whenever I push everybody else... Made them cry... You'd stay behind..."

• You also rarely expressed joy. You smiled during your nightly walks with Hornton but went back to being lonely when he went away. You laughed during the Unbirthday Parties but immediately push those emotions down to avoid the situation resulting in you being overly sensitive.

"Because you're my henchman! We should always stick together, right? If you cry, I'll cry! If you laugh, then I'll laugh! That's the way I want it to be!"

"Hahahahaha! Thank you, Grim."

• These are one of the moments that Grim loved. For you to freely smile without your reputation holding you back. Your droopy eyes finally glinting with happiness and your tear stained face grinning with laughter. That gives him enough motivation to keep going until he can be a great mage one day.

"Now wipe those tears! We got classes to attend to!"

"That's right. You should eat breakfast first."

"Nah, you can have this."

• Grim shows a small can of tuna between his paws, making a gesture of offering it to you. You figured that it was the last can in the fridge.

"Why, that's very kind you but I'd rather enjoy seeing you eat it, Grim."

"Fnyagh? Ya sure?"

"Yes. I can't eat, remember? It brings me more satisfaction to watch you eat to your heart's content. After all, A mage must always eat on time and be healthy is what Vargas said so."

"Welp, if you say so!"

• You opened the can to assist in feeding him. Grim gobbled up all the tuna inside, licking all the remaining flakes on the sides of his mouth.

• The sky was lightening up as the first rays of the sun shined through the trees. You stood up from your kneeling position, glancing at the shrine one last time before heading inside Ramshackle with Grim.

"Well, we must ready ourselves for school... See you next time, Pink."

"See ya!"

"Did you remember to do your assignment last night?"

"Fnyagh! Crap, I forgot!"

"Sigh... Oh, Grim."

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• A small pink rose bud bloomed among the others in the bouquet. The morning sun shined on the shrine and it's light bounced on its petals.

[onlyyvette]

★ DAY 4 - breeding | grimlock

kinktober 2023 - masterlist.

warnings: top/dom reader + sub/bottom grimlock + cybertronian reader + heat cycles + breeding + robo tits + feral behavior + kind of dub-con since grimmy is in heat + public sex + you guys literally frag in the hallways of the ark + grimlock needs to get dicked down NOW + yes i do enjoy mechpreg sue me

a/n: Idk why but grimlock just awakens something in me; also this would most likely take place in the g1 show but i love using idw grimlock's design and character

Another day that Grimlock was stuck on this stupid planet with it's stupid rocks, and it's stupid fleshlings, and of course, stupid Decepticons. And least, but definitely not last, this cursed heat-cycle from the Slagmaker himself.

Heat-cycles weren't typically too big of a problem for most Cybertronians. They were short periods of time where mechs charge soar to unbelievable heights once every few years, usually satiable by heat-repressants or a good session of marathon sex. Usually the first option was chosen, the second method being better suited for two or more mechs in heat that are able to keep up with each other. Even when none of those options were available, it's only the first day or two that are the worst, the heat enough to make a mech pounce on someone. Still, locking yourself in a habsuite with enough energon is an easy fix. But despite how relatively easy it is to deal with a heat-cycle, Grimlock just couldn't shake his off.

Grimlock first realized his heat was was approaching when he was "sparring" with another mech. In actuality, he was just working off some steam and chose the closest poor shmuck to help him out. When he barreled into his opponent and knocked them flat onto the ground, instead of letting up, he stayed leaning into them, heavily panting as he suddenly felt dizzy and...hot. It was when Grimlock realized the he was panting and damn near about to rut against the mech he abruptly got up and excused himself. Of course, without actually saying excuse me of course.

Grimlock immediately made a beeline to the medbay. He usually enjoyed his heats when he had potential partners, but the desolate planet he was stuck just made him want to completely get rid of that extra charge. He downed all the heat suppressants that Ratchet gave him and went about his merry day before that same sensor-clogging hit him again. But he already took the suppressants! While it made no sense to him why his heat was still persisting despite the medicine was beyond him, but he was quickly beginning to forget about that train of thought when the fog started to cloud over his mind...fuck he was so horny.

Grimlock could feel his array heating up, his spike throbbing as it begged to be released from its confinements and his valve lips drooling, already puffy without even touching them. Maybe he could just release his panel really quick and just sneak a servo under his array and touch his needy valve. Just a little bit though! Just enough to get rid of this annoying charge and...

Before Grimlock even noticed it, he was fingering open his valve, forcing his blunt digits into the dripping wet heat between his thighs. "Mmhhhghh...hahhh..." Grimlock panted heavily, continuing to thrust into his valve, hitting whatever nodes he could find. He whined, thinking about how shameful it was for him to be fucking himself on his digits right in the hallway of the Ark but it was oh-so-hard for him to linger on that though because of the dizzying heat clouding his senses. The dinobot began to slide down the wall he was leaning on for support because of how weak his legs were, yet his servo never left his array.

"Haahh--Ahh! Ghh..." Grimlock's moans became more vocal as he began to reach his high. By now, Grimlock was face down, his aft in the air trembling while his digits continued to pump themselves in and out his sensitive valve. His frame was running so hot and his processor couldn't even begin to worry about how mortifying his predicament was--he just wanted someone to help him out dammit!

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You were walking down one of the many hallways in the ark after coming back from a sparring session with another bot. Your frame was aching from the bruises you got but it was a pretty decent excursion. As you were making your way to your habsuite, you caught a whiff of a sweet, tantalizing smell. Instead of making your mouth water, it made your array feel tight. For some odd, unknown reason, you decided to follow the smell, heavy pedes picking up with speed as you went.

Before you could see what was happening, you could hear the sound of rasping moans and slight squelching sounds. Who in their right mind would be self servicing out in the open like that? Despite the question filling your mind, you turned the corner and were met with one of the most beautiful images your optics had ever laid eyes on.

There was Grimlock, powerful and fearless leader of the dinobots, writhing on the floor as he shoved four of his digits into his sopping valve, aft swaying as he let out pathetic mewls and low growls. Suddenly, his EM field enveloped you, pulsing messages of want/need/please/pleasepleaseplease-- The poor mech was a mess. The moment you saw him, you could feel your spike immediately pressurize with a thunk against your spike panel. You couldn't help it! What else were you supposed to do when one of the most attractive Cybertronians you had ever met was in heat, desperate for spike.

The moment Grimlock noticed your presence, he slowed down his digits pushing into his valve and spread his legs wider, a more inviting position. When he made a low whining sound and swayed his hips again, your patient broke and your spike released itself.

As soon as your spike pressurized, Grimlock took the opportunity to lift himself off the floor swiftly and tackle you to the ground so he was sitting on top of you. Now you were no small bot, you were nearly Grimlock's size but you were so caught up in admiring your superior's frame that he caught you off balance. In all honesty, even if you did know what he was going to do, you still would have let him. "Fffrag...frag me..." The arousal was practically dripping from the dinobot's words. He rolled his hips into you, rubbing his bare valve on the underside of your spike, wordlessly begging you to fuck him and a sad attempt to stop himself from just dropping down onto your length.

You groaned as the nodes on your spike brushed against Grimlock's plush, wet valve. You still couldn't fully believe the sight before your optics. Maybe that was the reason why you felt frozen in place while the dinobot helplessly rubbed his valve raw on your spike. Surprisingly, even in his heat-addled mind, Grimlock still wanted his partner to be okay with his advances. Finally though, you lifted him up with your servos on his waist, positioning him right above your spike.

It all went too quick when Grimlock lifted up his huge, crimson thighs and lowered himself onto your thick spike. "Graahh-- HaaAH! Ah! Mnghhh!" Grimlock threw his head back and immediately began bouncing on your spike. His greedy valve clung to your spike with every miniscule movement, as if it didn't want your length to exit his valve for a moment. "Hahh, Grimlock! Fuck..." You gripped his hips even tighter and took control, thrusting into the mech's warm valve, releasing howls of pleasure from said mech. He didn't even realize it, but by now, Grimlock's chestplates parted, revealing the soft protometal hidden within. His tits were large and heavy, a beautiful matte black color to them. He wasn't producing any energon, but it's not like that was going to stop you.

You immediately latched onto one of Grimlock's nozzles with your mouth, nipping it softly. The moment you did that, Grimlock fucking whimpered, holding onto your helm and pushing his refineries into your face. As you suckled on his tit, you could finally feel his heat affecting your own thoughts. All you could think about at that moment was fucking him hard and filling him up with your transfluid, sparking him up and repeating the process all over again. You let out a small growl at the thought of breeding the mech and bit down on his nozzle hard, causing the poor mech to spit out staticky moans. "I'm gonna fill you up... fill you with-- ah!-- m-my sparklings... make sure you know they're mine." You didn't even realize hat you were speaking but Grimlock clearly did, since he reacted to your possessive words with a loud keen.

The moment you finally his his ceiling node, he keened, practically hugging your helm as he overloaded hard. You weren't done with him though. You pushed him to the ground and flipped him over onto his stomach and lifted his aft up. It wasn't easy to manhandle such a big mech, but his dizzied state from his heat made it easier. When it finally hit Grimlock that he was empty, he whined and wiggled his hips a bit but you held him in place and pushed into him once more.

"Guuhh, uuhnGGH! F-fragg, HaAHH!" Grimlock let out sinful groans as your spike kept filling him up. You really were he perfect mech for him. With every thrust, you spike rammed into his ceiling node, threatening to force open his gestation seal and fucking a sparkling into him. And he would love every fucking moment of it. With every drag of your spike against his walls, he let out howls of pleasure that you were sure everyone in the Ark could hear. But by this point, you couldn't care less; you were too busy fucking the mech under you to have any shame at the moment. All you knew was that something inside of you was screaming at you to fill the dinobot up with your spike and transfluid and make sure it stayed in there. By now, Grimlock had overloaded twice, his hazy mind unsure of exactly when his second overload had hit him, yet his charge never left his frame. Still, all he wanted was for you to already overload in him, spill your transfluid into his needy hole and make him beg for even more.

When you finally overloaded into Grimlock's hungry valve, you barely even registered it, not slowing down a beat as your transfluid flooded the mech's valve. He immediately felt your transfluid hit the edges of his tank as you filled him up over and over again. When did he even open his gestation seal again? Not like i mattered anyway, because you were still pounding his valve like your life depended on it. A distant part of his mind wished that you had a knot, mod or natural. Oh how he wished you had a fat knot to shove into his tight hole and keep you inside of him so none of your transfluid would spill...

At last, you finally slowed down a bit, pushing your spike in and out of Grimlock's valve at a much steadier pace. You could feel your transfluid and his lubricants flowing past his puffy valve lips and you truly believed that Grimlock was satisfied. He had been railed so hard he nearly saw Primus himself and was absolutely stuffed full with all your transfluid. As you eventually came to a stop and began, reluctantly, withdrawing your spike from his wet heat, Grimlock let out a low whine. "N-no...don't pull out...I want more. Please." He sounded so needy and pathetic and with the way that he kept rubbing his aft back on your crotch made you unable to reject him. If Grimlock was fully aware of his pitiful behavior, he would have wanted to snuff out your spark and anyone else who could have heard the two of you. But for now, all he he knew was that you began to push your spike into him once more and he was going to be fucked full again. Probably not for the last time.

[zacshian]

@rosekillermicrofic | Rosekiller | Word Count: ~450 | Prompts: Forbidden, Forest, Smile | Date: 5 July

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"Are you crazy?"

"Shh", Barty hissed.

Evan raised his senses, alarmed by the ripples on the lake. He waited. One. Two. Three. Then carelessly questioned, "Why are we here, Bee?"

"Shh." That was the flat reply.

Evan aimlessly followed the tall boy under the wispy moonlight. Their robes skated over the soil like a phantom. Barty moved dangerously towards the Forbidden Forest and an unknown uncanny feeling strapped them at their movements.

They shouldn't be here, lurking in the shadows of the forest, at the mourning hour of a grimmy night.

"Have you seen the moon?", Barty whispered.

"What's about it?"

"It's beautiful."

"So?", Evan asked.

"It's a lunar eclipse tonight."

"And?"

Barty halted, making the feeble torso of Evan bump into his body.

"I will show you", Barty said, an excitement erupting in him as he turned back to meet Evan's confused eyes.

Then, Barty strictly held Evan by his wrist and they ran. They ran till they found themselves deep into heart of the forbidden land.

Evan heavily breathed, "Have you lost your mind?"

Barty chuckled. Then he said, "Can we wait for some more moments?"

"What's -"

They didn't have to wait. It happened in no time.

The sky blacked out. The moon disappeared as if a big spoon had scooped it from the vast expanse of the night. Evan stood petrified, unable to clear his head.

He whispered, "Bee?"

But, where was Barty? Evan threw his arms, pulled his wand, "Lumos!"

A faint light erupted. But it wasn't enough. There was no Barty, and without him the world was collapsing. It felt like a thousand many emotions pounding his heart.

The light evaporated. And Evan dared not to lighten it again because he was scared, he wouldn't find Barty.

A low, clouded voice erupted from his mouth, " Bee?"

And that was it. A roar or a scream or just maybe an eruption.

Evan saw a silken white fabric, or atleast it looked like one, which swirled past him, whooshing to the left then towards the right. It was bright yet transparent, like a ghost but brighter than the moon. It went through Evan and around him, dancing in the air, swaying along the breeze.

Then it took the shape of a fauna that plainly bounded around Evan, illuminating him. It carved into a silver crown over his head, then touched his lifted wand and disappeared just the way it appeared.

Evan was quite. The sudden change in brightness, blinded him but when he could finally make out his surroundings, he saw Barty smiling.

"What was that?", Evan said.

"Magic."

"That was crazy."

"That was", Barty admitted.

"That was beautiful."

"You are beautiful."

The moon slowly appeared among the clouds. Lunar eclipse doesn't last long. But the smile of his lips that Evan had, seemed like lasting forever.

"Happy Birthday, psych", Barty said.

"I love you, maniac. "

[twsted-void]

"Meh, henchman, why do you always have that pen on you?"

Yuuto turned to Grim, a soft smile stretching on his face. He twirled the fountain pen in his hands, holding it between his fingers.

"Well- it was a gift from my grandma before I graduated high school," He began, watching Grim hop up onto the desk. He reached out and scratched behind his ear, giggling at the purr he let out. "And I've just always wanted to keep it with me."

Grin hummed, looking at the paper he'd be doodling on. He raised an eyebrow upon seeing a crudely drawn doodle of Riddle's face, surrounded by roses.

"Is that the Heartslaybul Housewarden?" He asked bluntly, to which Yuuto choked on air and began to stammer.

"Wuh- uh- y-yeah, it's Riddle....I-I uh-"

"Eh, cool," Grim shrugged, suddenly jumping into his lap. "I'm hungry! Let's go get something to eat!"

Yuuto chuckled a little, putting his pen into his breast pocket before picking Grim up and placing him on his shoulder, making his way to the door.

"Alright, alright, let's go, Grimmy-Kitty."

"I told you to stop calling me that!!!"

Tags: @oya-oya-okay @justyoureverydaytwstsimp (Not art but I figured you'd wanna see it :3)

[da-birb-writes-sometimes]

Mess at Con

Part 2 of my piece for @cloudcountry's Sweet Shroud Summer 2024 event!

That's right, a continuation of Mess in Chat >w^

Content; Gender-neutral reader, convention shenanigans

Word Count; 1.3 K

Please do not put my work into AI. If you would like to see more of my work check out my masterlist!

You didn’t have many plans for summer, and working whenever you could barely counted as ‘plans’ save for your extremely bare and somewhat depressing calendar that just had your schedule up. But, that had changed when you met your previously strictly online bestie in the flesh, so, hey, maybe the barren dates of your calendar would finally have something written on them besides Work: 9 - 6.

Friendly Neighbourhood Mess How’s that sunburn treating you?

You knew you were being a little shit, but hey, Idia didn’t wear sunscreen on your venture in the swan boat and he was paying the price. Maybe you should get him one of those oversized sun hats?

Gloomurai Are you enjoying yourself with my suffering?

Friendly Neighbourhood Mess Just a little bit >w^

You had been a bit shocked when you saw the infamously introverted Ignihyde housewarden at work only then to find that he was also Gloomurai. But, you were also kind of relieved that he was someone you knew and not some creep.

Gloomurai Despite the peeling skin, I had … fun

Friendly Neighbourhood Mess GASP! Hehehehe my ways are winning you over

Gloomurai Gremlin

Friendly Neighbourhood Mess And proud of it!~

You hovered your fingers over your keyboard, trying to think of something.

Idia had seriously gone out of his comfort zone agreeing to meet you — well, more like having the occasion thrown at him — and you wanted to hang out again. Grim was … okay company, and Ace and Deuce dropped by every so often to give you a migraine. It was nice having a calmer person around (even though ‘calm’ may not be the best descriptor, but compared to the other company you keep, Idia is calmer).

Gloomurai YOU SHOULD TOTALLY TAKE IDIA TO A CON!!! ORTHO- Sorry, ignore that PLEASE

Friendly Neighbourhood Mess Nuh uh

Gloomurai WHAT DO YOU MEAN ‘NUH UH’?!

Friendly Neighbourhood Mess I mean NUH UH NOT IGNORING THAT (say hi to Ortho for me) … when’s the con? [convention right? anime? comics? Both?]

Gloomurai … both You don’t have to though-

You sighed knowing full well that Idia wanted you to go with him. 

Friendly Neighbourhood Mess Are you cosplaying anyone?

Gloomurai … I wasn’t planning on it …

Friendly Neighbourhood Mess COWARD! DISHONOURING THE SANCTITY OF THE CON! … I’m joking

You could almost imagine Idia flinching away from the screen from you ‘yelling’ at him, but you couldn’t help but teasingly ruffle his feathers.

Gloomurai I didn’t peg you as the type to be passionate about these things

Friendly Neighbourhood Mess Tsk tsk tsk YOU FOOL! I TAKE THESE MATTERS VERY SERIOUSLY! Plus, who else could stop you from spending Sevens knows how much money in artist alley?

Gloomurai So You actually want to come?

Friendly Neighbourhood Mess Y E S

Gloomurai It’s on Wednesday … where do you want to meet?

Friendly Neighbourhood Mess … I still live at the school, so Ramshackle works for me

Gloomurai F

Friendly Neighbourhood Mess That’s it No Grim privileges for you

Gloomurai NO WAIT GRIMMY-

You closed your laptop, trying to think of a low budget and preferable closet cosplay you could work with. Maybe you could snoop in the film club to see if they have any spare fabric or costumes that you could borrow? 

Low on funds and time, but when were you not? You would make this work.

…

…

Idia stood outside Ramshackle, yes, he could have waited in the nicely air conditioned car, but he felt weird about it. Fidgeting with his blue robes and wooden staff that was actually just foam, he waited.

He felt kind of bad at first, since making a cosplay last second is a hassle, but also because he felt like the outing was just thrown on you. After seeing how much you were shouting at him in chat though, Idia felt a bit better. He knew you were a nerd, after all, the two of you bonded online over a fairly popular anime adaptation of a manga.

Finally, you stepped out of the formerly dilapidated dorm, and Idia turned his head to look.

… you were both cosplaying characters from the same anime the two of you bonded over, him as the anxious magic user and you as the peppy paladin, complete with armour (thank you Film Club~). You guys didn’t even plan it out, which was weird but not too weird since you both kinda had brain rot about it.

“HA!” You exclaimed, adjusting the foam sword resting on your side, “we match!~”

Idia fixed the pointed ears he was wearing, “... I guess we do.”

Your face went serious for a quick moment. “You still don’t get to see Grim though.” You then flashed him a wink and got into the car — the faster you did that, the more likely that you didn’t waste time trying to find Grim and wasting time.

Idia pouted a bit but also got into the car, leaving a seat between you two. “I get dressed up with a wig, but no Grim,” he grumbled.

You sighed, “Next time.”

“Promise?”

You placed your fist over your heart, “I swear on my life.”

Idia just looked at you, most likely questioning his life decisions. “You’re weird.” Maybe they should be on the same weird list as Trey and Rook?

“Meh,” you shrugged. “That’s a compliment for me, plus,” you smiled at him, “it fits the character I’m cosplaying as!”

The rest of the ride was fairly quiet, but not an awkward quiet, more … content? Yeah, content. Plus, knowing how cons went back at home, this was about to be a very busy day.

…

…

Somehow, you had managed to lose Idia. You had stopped several other people who were cosplaying the same character but hadn’t managed to find him yet. 

Friendly Neighbourhood Mess Where are you?

You had been in the food court, tempted by the pizza but your soul had nearly left your body seeing the jacked up prices. You had been up and down the different voice actors meet and greets, but still nothing. You had even checked the bathroom lines and sat outside them for a solid ten minutes before calling that venture a quits.

There was no sign of Idia.

Finally, you got a message back.

Gloomurai … artist alley

Friendly Neighbourhood Mess … how much did you spend?

Message seen

“DON’T LEAVE ME ON READ!” You coughed, realizing that you had said that out loud. Taking a breath and ignoring your stomach that was starting to growl, you made your way to artist alley, where many a con goer had gone in saying they would spend nothing, only to leave with many a thing (totally worth it, support artists and small businesses, folks).

Finally, after nearly two hours of being missing in action, you found Idia, who was carrying a copious amount of bags.

“This is where you disappeared off to?” You crossed your arms over your chest and raised a brow in question.

Idia offered you a wobbly smile, offered his hand and then opened it. “I got us matching phone charms…”

In his hand were the characters you were cosplaying. Sighing a bit, you took the charm of his character. “I was just worried about you,” you mumbled, trying to put the cute charm on your ancient phone.

“Sorry-”

“Don’t apologise,” you grabbed some of the bags from him to lessen the load a bit. “But for my own well being, please do not tell me how much you spent today.”

Idia looked at the charm connected to his own phone and then looked back at you. “Deal.”

“However,” you said with a sly grin, “since you put me through so much anguish, you do owe me dinner.”

Idia huffed, but he was starting to get peckish too. “What do you feel like eating, my knight,” he said sarcastically.

You wiggled your brows, “Pizza. Convention pizza.”

“So, regular pizza but just with jacked up prices?”

“Yeah, basically.”

The two of you got your pizza, and proceeded to enjoy the rest of your day. You both managed to see the manga artist of the characters you were cosplaying as — yes, tears were shed — and made some good memories.The two of you were happy, and you were looking forward to filling your calendar with Idia Time, you even knew the perfect blue marker to use.

~~~~~~~

Tags; @edith-is-a-cat, @eynnwwyjth, @inkybloom-luv, @ithseem, @twistwonderlanddevotee, @xxoomiii

[imawkwardlysoc]

you wonder how he got his call sign

Song: Don't Blame Me by Taylor Swift

Paring: mickey garcia x reader (afab)

Warning(s): None, just pure fluff!

Word Count: 2,767

Summary: A little story on how Mickey got his call sign.

Call signs. No matter if you’re in the Marines, Navy, or Air Force, you get a call sign. Some badass ones like Iceman and Maverick may have a cool background if you assume, but in reality, most of them come from pretty embarrassing things. Like Payback for example and the amount of bets that he lost. Mickey “Fanboy” Garcia, on the other hand, has another story.

The first of artists covering other artists' songs first came out in the 1950s. Soon over half a decade later, cover videos started to come out more on YouTube. Singers like Sam Tsui, Christina Grimmie, Conor Maynard, and many others have risen to fame with their covers coming out in the late 2000s/early 2010s. Some have also got the chance to be signed to record labels and winning awards like Y/N L/N. To Mickey though, he doesn’t think of Grammy Award winner Y/N L/N, he thinks of Y/N L/N who he used to help record her cover videos in her bedroom or the backyard of her house.

Every Friday since meeting each other freshman year of high school, Y/N would drag Mickey out of their last period class and out of their high school in Miami to her house to start recording cover videos. As she uploaded her videos onto YouTube, her views went from a few hundred to a few thousand until one day.

“Mickey! Mickey!��� The junior yelled her best friend’s name as she ran down the school hallway. “Where are you?”

“Yo! What’s going on?” Mickey closed his locker after grabbing everything he needed.

He turned to face the singer whose face was all red from the running as the screen of her BlackBerry Bold was in his line of sight. Squinting his eyes a little, he looked at the screen which showed one of the recent covers she uploaded.

“Holy shit!” He exclaimed. “One hundred thousand?”

“I know right!” The two of them started to jump together in celebration, ignoring the looks they’re getting.

“This is crazy!” Y/N said, still not believing that her cover of Before He Cheats by Carrie Underwood reached that many views.

“You know what this means?” Mickey’s eyebrow was raised. “The chance of you getting signed to a record label.”

“Yeah, not happening,” Y/N let out a laugh. “Never in a million years.”

“Hey,” he gently squeezed her shoulder. “It’s going to happen. I have a good feeling.”

Y/N shook her head at her friend’s nonsense and dragged him to their first class of the day.

Years passed and their friendship grew even more. They shared homecoming and prom dances together. They had many all nighters studying for the AP tests they signed up for and working on college applications. The both of them dated people but their relationships only lasted for three to four months max because they both were missing something. Mickey still continued to help Y/N post her covers on her channel which grew after that one day.

Towards the end of the summer break after they graduated, the duo had to head their separate ways for college. They still kept in contact though by the emails they sent each other and visiting each other in Miami during breaks. With every visit, their feelings grew more without them realizing it.

Mickey had achieved his dream of getting into the Naval Academy and became a weapons system officer, getting the callsign Fanboy from his classmates seeing him geek out and watch Y/N’s covers. Y/N continued uploading her covers onto YouTube while studying literature at the University of Miami. It wasn’t until her senior year of college she got the best news of her life.

The sound of her sandals slapping the concrete sidewalk boomed as she ran down the concrete path which led to the park her and Mickey would sometimes hang out at. With his back facing against her, she leaped on his back which took Mickey out a little.

“Hey, you missed me that much?” Mickey laughed.

“Yeah, but I have some news,” Y/N answered.

“Which is?” He asked.

She didn’t verbally answer but she handed him the small stack of papers. Going through the papers, she saw the look on Mickey’s face as his face lit up with each page.

“No, you’re joking.” Mickey pulled her into a hug.

“I’m not,” she confirmed. “You’re looking at the newest artist signed with Atlantic Records.”

“You’re not going to forget me when you become famous right?” Mickey joked.

“Are you kidding? I won’t forget my best friend.” Y/N lightly punched his shoulder.

“Yeah, best friend,” Mickey sighed.

“What? Are you okay?” A quizzed look formed on her face.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Mickey brushed off his emotions.

“Hey Mick, tell me what’s up.” Y/N held his hand which sent sparks through the both of them.

“You’re going to hate me when I do this,” he said.

“Do wh-” Y/N was interrupted when Mickey’s lips touched hers.

Butterflies and fireworks exploded inside them as their lips moved in sync. Detaching their lips from each other to catch their breath, they looked each other in the eyes questioning what just happened.

“Did that just?”

“Yeah.”

Kissing each other again, they confirmed that their feelings for each other were true. After the second kiss, Mickey decided to take Y/N for an early dinner to celebrate her getting a record deal and have a pre-first date date.

More years have passed with the both of them graduating with their degrees. Their relationship grew more as they became official. Mickey was out doing the five years required to serve after he graduated after the academy. Y/N on the other hand was busy writing and recording her first album. Constant filming for her music videos and traveling to promote her album.

Despite them being hundreds or thousands of miles apart, they managed to keep their relationship alive. They had many video calls together and if she toured in an area where Mickey was at, he would watch her concerts with Reuben “Payback” Finch, who is the only person that knows her and Mickey are together other than close friends and family. When Y/N started to become more well known, she wanted to keep her personal life private. She did post pictures of her and Mickey together on her social media accounts but they didn’t show Mickey’s face.

On the eve of Mickey’s last deployment, she came back home with the living room of their shared house decorated with flowers and lit candles. In the space where their coffee table used to be, Mickey was on one knee holding a velvet box in his hand. With a short and sweet speech as tears ran down their faces, Y/N nodded her head saying yes to his proposal. A few months after Mickey came back from his deployment, the two had a small private ceremony with their close friends and family in a cabin up in the Santa Cruz mountains. Reuben as Mickey’s best man and Y/N’s college roommate as her maid of honor.

Luckily for Y/N, she could travel and stay anywhere with her job. With Mickey being moved from base to base because of his job, she would follow him while still making music while renting a house off base. From time to time she would have to travel and stay in New York for a little bit for meetings and to record her music. Thankfully when Mickey got called back to Top Gun, they resided permanently in a house that was only a fifteen minute drive away from base after the Dagger Squadron was made permanent in San Diego. Many dinners with her, Mickey, and Reuben were shared as they told stories of the other squadron members they met for the mission. Y/N continued to make music and released her next album which caused her to be away from Mickey to promote it and tour around Europe and North America.

After a day of training, the Dagger Squad decided to head to the Hard Deck for some drinks.

“Amelia has been depressed since the LA tickets for Y/N sold out,” Rooster said before taking a sip of his beer.

“Really?” Mickey raised his eyebrow.

“Yeah, Y/N is one of her favorite singers. Ever since those tickets sold out the first day, she’s been blasting her music in her room and headphones,” the aviator answered.

The WSO nodded his head and excused himself. Taking his phone out, he checked the time to see that Y/N wasn’t on stage yet. Calling her and waiting for a few rings, she answered her husband’s call.

“Hey baby, what’s up?” She asked. “How was work?”

“It was good, got our asses handed by Maverick but that’s normal,” he chuckled. “How are you?”

“I’m good, just two hours before we head onto stage,” she replied. “I miss you.”

“I miss you too, but hey can I ask for a favor?” He asked.

“What is it?” She said.

“You know Rooster right?” Y/N hummed in confirmation. “Well, his little sister wants to see you in LA but the tickets sold out immediately. Is there any way you can get a ticket for her?”

“I’ll check, give me a minute,” she told him. “Stay on the line.”

Taking a sip of his drink, he waited for his wife while admiring the cooling winds of San Diego while the sun setted.

“Hey, you’re still there?” Y/N voice popped into his ear.

“Yeah, so what’s the verdict?” He replied, mentally crossing his fingers.

“Yeah, how many tickets do you need?” The singer asked. “Twelve plus your captain, his girlfriend, and daughter, that would be fifteen. Is that good?”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, we have more than enough tickets. Just tell everyone and I’ll send you the info. Also, all of y’all need a break from training.”

“Wow, I’ll tell everyone. Thank you for doing this. I love you.”

“I love you too. You can thank me later when you get to LA.” Mickey could already imagine the smirk on his wife’s face.

Hanging up the phone with a grin on his face, Mickey headed back into the bar and stood next to Rooster.

“I managed to get a ticket for Amelia,” he told the pilot.

“Wait, how?” The pilot questioned.

“I know someone who’s one of the guitar techs on her tour. I managed to get all of us plus Maverick and Penny a ticket,” he told everyone.

“Wait, we’re seeing Y/N in LA?” Phoenix started to fangirl a little. “Don’t mess with me Fanboy.”

“I’m not, I’ll text you the information into the group chat,” he confirmed.

“We’re going to see Y/N baby!” Coyote cheered.

While everyone celebrated, Reuben sent his WSO a smirk knowing who gave them the tickets.

*Concert Day*

“Mick, are you sure we’re supposed to park here?” Maverick asked as he got out of Rooster’s Bronco.

“Yeah, I’m sure,” Mickey answered his captain.

“Because we’re by where Y/N L/N’s tour bus is,” Rooster added.

“Trust me, we can be here,” Mickey reassured them while pulling out his phone.

Making the call, they waited for a few more minutes before Y/N’s manager came out of the Forum with VIP passes in hand. Mickey greeted the manager and they handed Mickey the passes. All of the members were shocked when they saw the passes they got, questioning how Mickey managed to get these. All of them thought they were getting tickets up in the nosebleeds, but they were mistaken.

“Mickey!” The singer jumped into her husband’s arms when she saw him.

“Hello my love,” the Navy man mumbled before kissing her.

Everyone except for Reuben was shocked at the sight they were seeing. They couldn’t believe that one of their WSO’s was kissing the singer they would soberly and drunkenly sing out the lyrics while doing karaoke.

“I missed you,” the singer wrapped her arms around Mickey’s neck.

“Me too, four weeks is too long.” Mickey moved a strand of hair out of Y/N’s face. “Everyone’s here already.”

Y/N moved away from Mickey and saw his pilot standing there with a grin on his face. “Ru-Ru, it’s good to see you again.”

“It’s good to see you again too,” the pilot returned her hug.

Letting go of the hug, Y/N looked at the rest of her husband’s squadron who had shocked expressions on their faces. “Hi, you must be Mickey’s squadron and you must be Amelia, is that right?”

“Y-Yeah,” Amelia stuttered as her idol stood in front of her.

“It’s so nice to meet you,” Y/N smiled at her and looked at Maverick who stood behind her. “You must be Captain Mitchell. Mickey and Reuben have been telling me great things about you.”

“It’s a pleasure meeting you m’am. Thank you for inviting us,” Maverick said.

“Anything for Mickey's adopted family,” Y/N smiled. “Also, call me Y/N.”

“I will if you call me Pete or Maverick,” Pete smiled.

“That’s a deal,” Y/N chuckled and faced the squad again. “Mickey, wanna introduce me to your team members?”

Mickey nodded his head and introduced his wife to the rest of the Dagger Squad. After the introductions, everyone headed to the greenroom.

“So, you’re telling me that Reuben knew that Fanboy over here is dating Y/N?” Hangman asked. “The same Y/N who won a Grammy and many Billboard Music awards?”

“Not dating, we’re married,” Y/N corrected the Texan.

“What!” Everyone yelled/exclaimed.

“Married for almost five years.” Mickey and Y/N looked at each other in admiration.

“You knew that already didn’t you?” Halo asked Reuben.

“He should, he was my best man,” Mickey answered for his pilot. “Also, who do you think Don’t Blame Me is about?”

“And I thought Bob over here had secrets we don’t know about,” Omaha chuckled.

“Nah, she’s the only secret that I have.” Mickey tenderly pressed his lips onto his wife’s.

Soon after that, the topic of conversation changed, promising them the couple would host dinner to get to know Y/N more.

After spending an hour or so in the greenroom, Y/N had to start getting ready for the show. Giving his wife one last kiss, he met up with the squad following one of the assistants to the VIP booth Y/N set them in. The booth provided food, snacks, and drinks for them while giving them a view close to the stage.

The lights in the venue started to dim down as the crowd’s cheers started to rise. The band started playing the introduction and the cheers from the audience elevated as Y/N rose into the stage.

Throughout the concert, the energy was amazing. Everyone was screaming and jamming out to the lyrics. All of the Dagger Squad and Penny and Amelia were enjoying the time they were having and thanking Mickey for the tickets. Mickey was pretty sure he saw Hangman and Coyote doing the choreography to I Did Something Bad.

“Alright, before we do this next song, how is everyone doing?” Y/N asked the audience as they replied with cheers. “That’s good. Fun fact, the person that I wrote this next song about is in the crowd tonight with his friends. This song is dedicated to him. Love you darling.”

Y/N sent him a wink and he winked back at her. The band started to play Don’t Blame me and everyone was taken to church by the way she performed it. The singer got down on her knees, belting out the high note which caused Mickey to form a proud smile on his face.

After a few songs and the encore, the last show of the tour was finished. Mickey and the gang headed backstage to see Y/N in a pair of sweat shorts and one of Mickey’s old t-shirts.

“You were amazing.” Mickey picked her up and spun her around.

“Thanks,” she laughed. “So, what did you guys think?”

Everyone started to compliment her performance at the same time. Y/N blushed because she wasn’t used to compliments they were giving her and let out a laugh.

“So, instead of driving back to San Diego this late, my producer is out of town and allowed us to use her house to sleepover,” Y/N told them. “What do y’all think?”

Everyone nodded their heads in approval and started to leave the venue.

[parad-ice-lostandfound]

Prompt: “I think December 1st is my favorite day of the whole year. On winter’s edge, with the promise of the holiday season, but not close enough to feel rushed. It’s just always felt perfect.”

Pairing: Grim and Gn!Reader/Prefect/Yuu (Familial)

Genre: Fluff

TW: NA

AN: 1st of December, and here we go! Kicking this thing off with everyone's favorite son/sidekick, Grim! Also, for the entirety of the event, let's just pretend that Christmas is a thing in Twisted Wonderland lol. I'm kinda not happy with the ending, but I'm proud of the rest. I hope you enjoy ^^

"Grim? I'm home," you called out, and a sleepy little purr reverberated through the air in acknowledgement of your words.

A familiar bundle of grey fur and warmth made his way to you as you put away your coat and scarf in the small cupboard beside the door. Grim rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, his paws pitter-pattering on the floor of your home as he made his way to you. Your favourite blanket was draped on his shoulders like a cape, the rest of the (f/c) cloth dragging on the floor behind him. He must've fallen asleep waiting for you.

You couldn't help but smile at the cat monster who had become family to you in the unfamiliar world that was Twisted Wonderland. He looked like a small child walking over to greet his parent after a long day. Carefully you scooped him up, with only a grunt and a grumble of protest from him, wrapping the rest of your blanket around him like a cocoon.

"Did you miss me, Grimmy?" You teased him, your tone as soft as it was mischievous. Grim huffed from his place in your arms, turning slightly and nuzzling against the crook of your neck. You already knew his answer.

The two of you graduated from Night Raven College years ago. Scouts from all over Twisted Wonderland sought you after learning about the magicless human who had managed to graduate with flying colours from one of the top arcane institutions. But you decided to pursue even higher studies, eventually ending up back at Night Raven College, this time as one of the faculty members.

You walked over to the living room, where the fire burned in the hearth and warmed the entire house. Settling in front of the fire with Grim lying on your lap, you hummed a soft little tune. Christmas was a long way, but your students had already started listening to festive tunes, leading to this particular one getting stuck in your head.

"Grim, what's your favourite day?" You asked him, not really expecting an answer from the feline as you scratched that one spot behind his ear that you knew he liked. Grim's ears perked, his attention now on you.

"Whaddaya mean, hench-human?"

You smiled at the nickname. "You know, the day you like the most? Personally, December 1st is my favourite day of the whole year. On winter’s edge, with the promise of the holiday season, but not close enough to feel rushed. It’s just always felt perfect.”

Grim turned in your lap, looking up at you with bright blue eyes heavy with sleep. He pawed a little at the necklace that dangled from your neck absentmindedly as he seemed to mull over your question.

"Mine's... my birthday," he said, a yawn leaving him after the sentence.

You paused your careful scratching behind his ears momentarily, a little surprised. Grim didn't use to have a birthday. At least, not until you decided to give him one, after a night of celebrating your own. The two of you celebrated the day he had met you at the entrance ceremony as his birthday, because that 'marked the start of the Great Grim's magical journey!' (his words).

"Oh?"

"Hmm.."

"Any special reason?" You asked, voice soft as you continued scratching behind his ears. Grim leaned into your touch, eyes closed as he replied, "'cause... it's the day I met you, hench-human..."

Your eyes softened as Grim's breathing evened out, your gentle actions nudging him into a deep sleep. Your hands continued lightly petting him, smoothing down the grey fur.

As the light from the hearth illuminated your figure curled up comfortably on the couch with Grim sleeping away on your lap, you couldn't help but agree more with your previous statement.

December 1st was perfect.

Back to Masterlist...

[whilstiveputdownthisfic]

i haven't listened to today's yet i'm saving it as a treat to myself for later����😭

Ahhhhh the amount of joy i'm getting from listening to nick on the radio every day this week has me feeling sooooo happy all day long can't we please just go back to this😭

[return-to-twisted-wonderland]

🔆anon

Canis wasn’t supposed to be up right now. He was well aware, but his body made sure no doubt would be left. He should be in bed right now because apparently if he’s in the wrong place at the wrong time, he ends up in the middle of an overblot fight.

He just had to make friends with Heartstopper and Bluey over there in Heartslabyul. He just had to listen to them complain about their dorm head. He just had to join them when they went to challenge him “for their safety”.

Does Canis regret what he did? No, not really.

Does it hurt as he bumbles his way to Ramshackle to make sure his other friend Grimstone has food? Absolutely.

He opened the door and it only took one second for the screaming cat appear in front of him, swiping at the bag he brought. “It’s been the whole day! I was starving.” Grim sniffed the air. “And what’s that smell? Smells like you brought something extra good.”

Canis pushed past Grimstone as he tried his best to close the busted door. He went to sit down on the dilapidated couch before taking out some tuna. “Relax. I had a lot happen today. And I just brought you usual stuff.” He opened the can, and was assaulted by the horrid smelling fish. “I still don’t know how you can stand this.”

Grim dumped the can of tuna in his mouth, not even swallowing before he stared talking. “Mu-uph. U gof somfing good. I shmell it.”

“I can’t understand you if you talk and eat.”

Grim gave a hard swallow to everything in his mouth. Canis was genuinely shocked he didn’t choke or something. Then again, is Grimstone even capable of that? “I said you’re lying. Cause I know you got something good. I can smell it.” Without asking for permission, he went to dig through the inside of Canis’s blazer.

“Hey! Stop that! I went through a lot, I’m not in the mood for games, Grimstone.” He pulled out the cat only to notice a black stone in Grim’s paw. Is that what he meant? That was a stone he just picked up after the fight with Red Rose. He thought it was cool and picked it up, but shoved it in his pocket without thinking when someone came over to him. There wasn’t any smell on it though.

“See! I knew you had something!”

“That’s just a rock. Does stone eat stone or something, Grimstone?”

“If it’s just a rock, why does it smell so good? It smells like a bunch of flowers and cakes and stuff.” Grim shoved the stone in his mouth. “Tasts lyk it too.”

“That’s a rock! Spit it out!” Canis tried to pry open Grimstone’s jaws but it didn’t work. The stone ended up swallowed.

“You seriously bought some good candy and wanted to keep it to yourself by calling it a rock?”

“You know what?” Canis took a deep breath. “I’ve had enough today. I’m just going to sit here in silence for a bit. You have the bag of food. It’s got some sandwiches and water and stuff left. Get whatever you want. I’m just going to close my eyes.” He closed his eyes to the sound of Grim shuffling through the bag, and the world started to fade as he drifted off to sleep.

Oh jeez

Grimmy please, stop eating the rocks.

[ashipiko]

ASHIIIIIIIIIIII

For some reason when u talked about Yuu!Ashi's birthday it didn't occur to me that it was your birthday as well?? Like????💀💀💀💀💀💀💀 IDK WHAT HAPPENED IM DUMB... SO AS COMPENSATION HERE'S A SMALL SKETCH OF DAISY AND ASHI (feat Grimmy!!) FOR U

I apologize I'm a terrible mutual tsk tsk 😔 /j

No but seriously sorry for not realizing 😭 I hope u enjoy this tho!!!! And hope that Yuu!Ashi likes pumpkin pies🥲

ASHI’S BIRTHDAY CAMPAIGN! 🌺

“Uwah?! Daiiisy, you totally shouldn’t have…! Gosh, I’m totally bombarded by a sea of deslish treats this time— You’re way too sweet!” Ashi cries, gratefully taking the pie from Daisy’s hands. She pats Grim on the head a couple times too, cracking a few remarks of how she’s surprised he pulled this off as well. Are you sure you didn’t just piggy-back off of Daisy…? Things like that.

After safely putting the pie away and saving it for later, Ashi gets back to the blonde, “Say, I think this is SO grounds for a cute pic! Say, one, two, three!” Seemingly out of thin air, a flash noise is heard from across the room.

…Huh. How did Ashi just know it was there…?

(ASHI REACTION UNDER CUT)

MAHHHH HELPMME DW ABOUT IT!!!! IT WAS STILL SUCH A PLEASANT SURPRISE TO SEE YOU IN HERE ANYWAY <333 totally get it. IM CRYINGTHO YOU DRAW ASHI SO CUTE????????? IM FRESKING OUT??? YOU GLT HER VIBES LIKE SO TOTALLY PERF IM OBSESSED. big round eyes and crybaby face….. EXACTLY!!!!!! WWWW I LOVE THIS ONE SP MUCY IM SAVING IT FOR SURE….. TAHNM YOU SO MUCHH <3333

[seconddoubt]

hanaaaaaaa!!!! the costume is fucking cool, i loved christina grimmie so much when i was 12, and hana embodies such an air of freedom in this program, I love this so much!!!

[oflostinfound]

Grimmie did u like what we did to that vampire

|| 🖤 ||: ❝ Fuck. You. ❞

She hisses, grabbing the anon by their shirt. Pressing a dagger to their throat. There are... tears? Yes, tears, in her eyes.

|| 🖤 ||: ❝ Fuck you. Fuck every single grey bastard like you. If there's an afterlife, I hope it's painful and agonizing. I hope you rot while you breathe air that burns you from the inside out, yet never gives you the release of a true death. ❞

She stabs the blade into their shoulder, releasing a potent poison into them that should slowly liquify their organs,

|| 🖤 ||: ❝ But for now, watching you writhe and bleed out in agony should be good enough. ❞

[a-wayfairing-stranger]

Safe and Sound

Second attempt at writing Diana and Fulgrim, something a lot softer this time <3

The smell of scented candles wafted through the air, the sound of soft violins mingled with the crackling of the fireplace, In front of the great ornate stone fireplace Fulgrim was coiled on a delicate silk rug, his lady love, Diana sat in what on a human would have been his lap, but since he possessed the lower body of a serpent, she was wrapped in his tail, absent-mindedly massaging the appendage, which every so often caused him to sigh as all the tension was rubbed from him, in a pair of his hands he held a dataslate reading a novel, something romantic about a Duke and a Queen, boring, but it helped his mind switch off, his other set of hands stroked Diana’s soft golden locks.

“If you want to be useful, Grimmy, you can braid my hair.”

He rolled his dark eyes, he hated that nickname and if anyone else ever dared to call him it he would rip of their arms and then beat them to death with them.

 “Di, I wasn’t aware I had to be useful to you all the time.”

“Of course you do love..” She looked up at him and winked “Why else do I keep you around?”

He smiled, at one point he was so scared of loosing her, the thing he had become was so different from the man that she had fallen in love for, and he had told her this, so very long ago, After the Ferrus incident, he had practically screamed at her to leave him, to run and hide from the thing that lurks in the dark, but she had not, never once had she ever looked afraid of him, of course Diana had embraced the Perfect Prince in her own way.

Was that what love was? To change and morph along with your love?

If so, then Diana must love him a awful lot.

“My mistake, Dear, Of course I’ll braid your hair, perhaps you’d also like a foot rub?”

She smiled, showing off her perfectly white fangs 

“Now that you mention it..”

“Let me finish this chapter.”