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red-steampunk · 7 months ago

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Things the five MCs 5 not allowed to do:

MC1-(Summoners) from Shiro & Toji

1- A stunned moment of silence means "My God, what have you done?" Not "please continue."

2- You're not allowed to skip class and meet up with Tetsuox to beat up weaker delinquents who are on both of your Guilds turf.

3- Stop "accidentally" spilling food all over Marduk, just because you think his dragon eating him is funny. Nobody wants to see that. lt's gross and awkward.

4- All though Surtr & Bablon both appreciate the somewhat kind gesture, please stop beating anyone who deliberately calls Bablon by her other "name."

5- Stop flirting with Jugo when he's in the middle of practice or egging on Orochi to rip Jugo's clothes off during practice.

6- Stop waking up Shennong in the middle of the night for breast milk. He's poisonous, you little gremlin.

7- Just like Ryota, you're not allowed to cook anything inside of the kitchen without supervision. Choji still refuses to speak to you after you created that abomination.

8- You're no longer allowed to play unwinnable games or play Mario Kart with Ahura Mazda. You knew what you were doing with that Blue Shell.

9- A lot of the outfits in Tokyo are "very revealing" were asking you nicely to stop referring it to a "pussy out" look.

10- You're no longer allowed to make an Only Fans for extra Guild money. Bribing the staff won't work again.

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MC2-(Missionaries) from Jacob & Maria

1- Whenever you're gaming with Tsathoggua and the others again, please refrain from saying, "How about I f*ck you're dad and give him a son he'll actually love" to sexist individuals. We got a ton of angry calls from parents across Tokyo from your live streams with Tindalos.

2- Stop telling Temujin that you'd rather get knocked up by Ulaan. Temujin wouldn't leave the property because he was angry looking for you in a fit of rage. Quit giving Maria grey hairs. No one wants him here.

3- Whenever you're having your girls' night, avoid going to places that are usually filled with rude men from now on. We'd appreciate it if you,Hekate,Ellie,Melusine and etc. Would stop looking for fights.

4- Stop calling Hati a simp, he apologized for being manipulated by Nyarl.

5- Stop trying to hook up Nyarl and Zabaniyya. Nyarl doesn't mind, but Zab most certainly does.

6- Stop calling Tezcatlopica, Balor's bottom bitch. I don't care how funny you and Tanetomo think it is.

7- Stop pretending to drown, just so you can either Makara or Gurangatch perform CPR on you. They're both worried about losing you forever. And I know you didn't enjoy it when Fuxi did it that one time instead, maybe that'll teach you a lesson on pretending to drown is bad, m'kay.

8- Stop taking naps on Arsalan, I know he doesn't mind, but I hate having to wash your clothes more than I should because they're covered in oil.

9- Stop letting Ellie drink your blood. I don't care how much you both enjoy it. The angels didn't like seeing that. They think it's gross.

10- I know about you and Azazel search history. Please delete that, and I mean ALL of it. I'll give you three Tickets if you do.

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MC3-(Berserkers) from Snow.

1- I'd appreciate it if you didn't always clothesline people who either accidentally or deliberately speak inappropriately in front of Echo.

2- Please be careful whenever you're complimenting or flirting with with Cthuga again. You caused him to create a massive forest fire near Chernobog's Moutain, and you're both lucky the authorities haven't found out about it yet, thanks to Claude covering for you.

3- Garmr is not your personal attack dog, and he's not allowed to sleep in your room anymore. His howling is too much, especially at night.

4- No, I won't tell you where the milk from came from. It's a secret.

5- Stop giving Claude dumb ideas for events. Please come to me first for any ideas you have in mind from now.

6- Just because you can doesn't mean you should. And just because you should doesn't mean you can.

7- No ice cream sandwiches inside of the toasters. I don't care if you and Bathym managed to get Ikutoshi to laugh because of the result of it. It wasn't worth it.

8- Asking Belphegor to "clean out your pipes" is right out, when his shift is over. You stop that. Let him rest.

9- Stop calling yourself Tokyo's Hottest Himbo. Echo won't stop repeating it.

10- If you,Bathym, and Cthugha would find somewhere to smoke a "joint," then I'd stop dousing you with water. We don't need you stinking up the place. Maybe that'll teach you that doing drugs is bad, m'kay?

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MC4- (Tycoons) from Gyumao

1- Even though I appreciate you as my business partner. Please stop complimenting the employees so frequently. They're fishing for your favoritism now.

2- Shino and Choji aren't allowed to get special treatment from me. I know you love them a lot, but I have Barguest and Snow. I need to treat them like that. When you start your own business, then you can spoil them. Other than that, refrain from asking.

3- I appreciate you calling me your dad, but please don't call me "Big Daddy" it's embarrassing, especially in front of our employees.

4- Please stop joining in the fights with the other head Tycoons. Stuff around here is expensive.

5- Licht isn't allowed to paint you naked anymore, thanks to a certain fight breaking out at the museum because everyone wanted to steal that painting of you.

6- We're allowing you to keep all that money you won, but you're not allowed to use anything at the Casino anymore. Your luck at the slot machines and gambling is unnatural, and we don't want to make others think you're cheating.

7- Stop sleeping around with your besties at the same time, you're all loud as hell, Bohemio and Sanzo are rubbing off on you.

8- Unless you actually plan on adopting them, stop referring the 8 Dog Warriors as my grandchildren. I already had Yoshito,Yasuyori, and Mussashi call me gramps. I don't like feeling old.

9- No, we are not doing a Maid Café, Melusine thinks it's degrading. And it doesn't matter what the other maids think because they'll just blindly agree with you.

10- No, you can't suck on my breath for milk just because you're too lazy to go downstairs and get some milk in the fridge. And stop asking Barguest if either my milk or Snow's milk tastes better. It's inappropriate... It's his.

10- Stop calling Korpokkur and Micheal a "lying little abortions" I can't risk having my business partner get canceled for insulting ageless children.

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MC5- (Outlaws) from Gyobu

1- Even though we know Ryota is completely harmless and means well. Please let us know when he's coming over, Tetsuya still gets upset when you invite him over.

2- I know how much you hate Fuxi and the World Reps in general compared to your siblings. But please stop calling the Cops on our turf to arrest him because he broke into your room. We can handle it ourselves. We're meant to help you.

3- Please don't ever point out how all of the Outlaws have friends outside of the Guild who frequently visit unannounced. Tetsuya clearly didn't appreciate that being pointed out to him.

4- Marchiosias doesn't want Ellie following you to the Gurus Guild because he's very adamant about it, too. So please carefully watch your surroundings. She has a habit of following you. Same with the Summoners Guild.

5- You're not allowed to sneak over at the Warmonger's base to leave multiple cardboard cutouts of Yoshitune surrounding Yoritomo, just so he can suffer from a massive panic attack... again.

6- You deserve getting punched in the face for calling Suzuka a tsundere. She's your friend who asks to be treated with respect, please treat her accordingly.

7- Please stop making passive-aggressive comments to rude customers. We still appreciate you making everyone laugh because of it, but we don't need bad reviews.

8- Tsukuyomi appreciates you being his brother, stop coming up with fancy names for him. They're dumb regardless of what he thinks. You can still call him "Moon Man"

9- Just because Tetsuox calls you boss doesn't mean you should pay him, he already has a job.

10- Stop calling me your dad just because I'm dating Marchiosias. I already have 808 kids plus his child. I'm not sure I'm ready for a trouble magnet like you.

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All Five from Mr. Mononobe

1- Please calm down and stop being extremely hostile towards Christine, I don't prefer her over you five. Same with Kirito.

2- No, I'm not paying for any of future weddings. You guys have an alarming number of people you're dating. Especially MC2 and MC4.

3- I appreciate you guys treating Furufumi as a seventh sibling, but maybe hang out with one or two at a time. He's still not comfortable hanging out with all of you at once.

4- Even though they deserve it, stop manipulating and gaslighting the Worlds Reps by using any information you have of the Exiles. I don't care if Micheal,Tez or Perun deserve it.

5- I swear, if I get another noise complaint from you're respective neighbors, because you five don't know how to keep your legs closed.

6- No, I won't ever make duplicates of Lil' Salomon. I know you love him. He does appreciate that you guys like him that much.

7- Hearing anyone make a racist comment directed to any of your friends isn't an excuse to jump them at once.

8- I'm not abusing my power to eliminate all of the World Reps at once, I have rules against me for that.

9- Stop trying to get me another romantic partner. Chernobog is great as is, I'm not you five. I have standards.

10- Once you five do finally graduate, then I'll allow you to drink with me. Just don't let anyone else know. Other than that, stop asking asking to go to the bar with me and the other teachers.

#tokyo afterschool summoners #housamo #mc1 #mc2 #mc3 #mc4 #mc5

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themushroomofdeath · 1 year ago

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trafalgar law x original female character eliza x law, absolute filthy, possessive!law, kid being a dick (as usual) me walking in like an absolute gremlin carrying smut. yes yes come see, my fellow ellaw appreciators, i bring the gift of the nasty. @kikouku @sunfloworcs @eelnoise @shiningqueen @crimson-hybrid pss pss pss

MINORS, BE GONE. 🔫

He was furious, positively livid about this current situation. Law didn't often think of himself as a man to easily fall prey to pesky feelings such as jealousy, he trusted and had enough confidence in his partner to not be bothered by mindless emotions. But one summer day was enough to throw his mind into a loop.

As if this alliance wasn't bothersome enough, apparently Kid had somehow picked up on his relationship - perhaps noticing how he tended to follow her with his gaze whenever she was around such strange territory, like an instinct of protectiveness over a loved one. Most of the Straw Hats seemed to have picked up on it too, as their knowing smiles told him everything, but even then, it changed nothing on the behavior of the Kid Pirate’s Captain and the damn Cook - as Zoro-ya would say. If anything, it only made them more annoying (Eustass) and competitive (Blackleg) for her attention.

The last straw to this ongoing problem came in the form of a very warm day, the ocean breeze doing nothing to help the pirates from feeling the heat wave, forcing those who couldn’t as easily go for a swim to change into something more comfortable - and minimal.

Eliza wasn’t one for revealing attires, but the weather forced her in favoring a black tank top and shorts, a wet hand towel fixed in her shoulder to help cope with the temperature and clean the constant sweat rolling down her face.

The last thing she wished was to leave the infirmary of the Polar Tang, probably the only place refrigerated in the whole submarine - as many medicaments stored should’ve been kept in regulated temperature, to not be altered in any way. A fact that she and Bepo used to their advantage, spending most the day cooped inside that room, always suffering by the time they had to leave for their respective rooms or to go on an errand for their captain.

And it was one of those insufferable moments that had her leaving the ship in search of her partner and crew’s leader. She needed his approval for a new research, and he just had to be outside in a meeting with his new ‘friends’, forcing her to walk through scalding sun to reach the Thousands Sunny (what a fitting name too).

By the time she reached him, she was a deep shade of red, sweating from every pore and positively livid. She didn’t even bother to greet anyone in her path, just moving towards her captain's side and poking him with the clipboard to catch his attention.

But what truly had caught the attention of not only him, but most men sitting around, was how pretty she looked with her chest heaving, face and neck flushed, sweat dripping through her protuberant cleavage in that (now wet) tank top, and oh, how that shorts hugged her thighs and ‘assets’. He could feel himself growing hot under the collar, immediately sensing how many pairs of gazes were doing the exact same, pissing him off to no end. “What?” Law glared at his second doctor on board (and lover), not only bothered by the interruption, but by the situation at hand.

Not surprised with how she didn’t mind the bite on his speech, already used to his temperament as she was. She just rolled her eyes in disapproval, not really in the mood to deal with whatever was going through his mind at the moment; he just needed to sign the damn paper and she’d be gone, won’t be a bother anymore. “Just take a look and sign it if it’s to your agreement, captain.” She could hear the snickers from the other pirates, but chose to ignore, just as much used to the typical childish behavior of the group.

In truth, the doctor hadn’t paid attention about the tension going on around the meeting, imagining it was already at hand when she walked in, but she did noticed, at the moment she was going to hand the pen and clipping board to her captain and boyfriend, how the pen was magnetically pulled away from her hand, causing a frustrated groan to escape her lips. Both Heart Pirates glared at Kid, already knowing it was his doing - as he didn’t even bother to hide it, fingers still in the air and shit-eat grin consuming his semblance from his little prank.

Any other time, she’d have given him a piece of her mind - perhaps even called him a manchild clown, as she usually liked to refer to him. But with the sun burning her skin and no patience to stay even another second with those rowdy creatures, she chose instead to click her tongue at his childish antics and move to grab the pen from the floor. And that was exactly what the ginger man expected of her.

From somewhere near the kitchen, a loud moan like whimper erupted from the Straw Hat’s chef form, nose bleeding in a fountain of crimson red fluid. Eustass Kid with all the audacity contained in one chaotic man, had pulled his chair enough to thoroughly run his gaze at the heart pirate girl’s chubby thighs and cheeks peeking through her shorts, a knowing smirk directed at her lover (like a menace that he was). “Well, ain’t that a nice view.” Even Killer was heard clearing his throat from behind his mask, not able to hide how his neck flushed in different shades of red. From the people attending the meeting, only Zoro and Luffy seemed displeased and confused (respectively) about what was happening.

And if Law was clearly infuriated before, there was no doubt about it now. Eliza didn’t really had the time to chastise the other captain for the nonsense, before her partner was up from his chair, pushing it back with such force that everyone around the area of the reunion had stopped to stare at the situation in a diversity of expressions - confused, amused, surprised.

But there was no time to question his actions, before she was dragged away from the Straw Hat’s ship, absolutely bewildered by his actions. Even from afar, they could still hear how Kid hollered in laughter, absolutely victorious in being a little shit

Papers and meeting forgotten, he pulled her back to their own ship, barely contained rage clear in the set of his shoulders, in the tension around his clenched jaw and how firm he held her wrist. How he wished in that moment that he wasn’t in an alliance with those men, how good would it feel to take their eyes out of their sockets and pop it out in the sea, never again would they bother to desire something that wasn’t theirs.

He ignored the confused glances from their crewmates, not stopping his furious pace till they reached his office, letting go of her then to close the door behind. Both of his hands coming up to bang against it in a release of pent up anger energy, slow inhale and exhale leaving his body as he still had his back turned to his partner, frustration clear in his posture.

And she could only stare, utterly stupefied. She couldn’t remember a situation where he acted so impulsively before, couldn’t understand how a simple prank from Eustass could’ve infuriated her partner so much, as she had no idea of the ginger man’s true intention in using her shapely forms to pick a fight with her boyfriend for the sake of it. And how close he was to actually give in to the temptation of mayhem Eustass Kid and fuck up his entire plans with their alliance in a moment of fury and possessiveness.

Before she could even ask why he acted in such a way, he was moving again. Both hands grabbing her face, intense look on his semblance, forcing her to look back at his blazing amber iris. “Do you not understand how fucking provoking you are right now?” To her confused look, he continued. “Those fu-” A furious exhale. “They were all fucking you with their eyes!”

She waited for him to finish exploding before rolling her eyes affectionately. For such a smart man, he was so very easy to aggravate “They are bloody morons, Law. They are toying with you, don’t let them.” Hands coming up to grab at his slender ones, she took her time kissing each of his palms, caressing his knuckles between her fingers in a soothing manner, before speaking again. “And you know you are the only one that can have me, anyway. I’m Yours.”

Clicking his tongue in false mockery, he allowed her to soothe him. Entire body relaxing under her ministrations, gaze softening at her mellow eyes. He knew she was right, but it didn’t help the sense of indignation to consume his brain - it had only calmed his heart enough to push those thoughts bothering him to the back of his mind, and focus on what was important; remind himself that yes, she was only his.

They could only wish to graze their lips along her jaw and neck like he currently was, leaving goosebumps in its wake. They could only imagine how it would be to taste the saltiness of her skin, to nip and suck at it, marking the column of her neck, eliciting such a delectable gasp from her mouth. How good it felt to run his tongue along her pulse, feel her heart beating so fast and rhythmically under it, having her so obedient and docile, whimpering quietly in pleasure as she allowed his possessive acts to continue. Mine. All mine.

He took his time in marking her, kissing his way back to her face only when he was satisfied with his work. A soft whisper of his name was her answer, as he thumbed her lower lip and deciding it should be mark it as his just the same, nipping and tonguing it, before giving in to the feeling of molding their lips together, sparks of pleasure running through their body from the simple act. Addicted to her taste.

She melted in his arms as he explored her beyond the barriers of her clothing, tattooed hands grabbing at her soft hips and sides, reaching up her spine till he could feel the hooks from her bra, expert fingers unhooking it to free her heavy breasts of their confines, making the shy woman pull back and look at him in a inquisitive manner. “La- Ah, Law. It’s too early, people will hear us.”

He only smirked down at her, reaching for his own shirt and pulling it over his head in a little show of sexy appeal - flushing her skin further, before giving her an answer. “Don’t worry, they won’t hear us. The office is sound proof, why do you think I brought you here?” ‘Oh’ is all she could answer, before he stalked after her with a predatory glimmer in his golden eyes. He had already planned his actions from the moment he got up from his chair in fury, and he would see his plans executed by possessing and marking her - making sure no one forgets who she belonged to.

And she didn’t seem to mind, licking her lips in nervousness but anticipation. No matter how many years they spent together, she never got used to how handsome her boyfriend was, all lean and ripped muscles, tattoos and tanned skin shining with sweat, enough to make one want to lick it clean for him. She could already feel heat pooling between her legs, mind fogging with need - and he had barely touched her beyond blemishing her neck and shoulders, just now reaching to finish taking her upper garments from her body, observing all skin being slowly bared to him like a starved man uncovering his favorite meal, grinning wildly at her shy reactions.

In her daze, she didn't realize they were moving, till the moment her legs hit the back of his office desk. Neither she had the time to react to it, as the moment her shirt came off, he had both his hands squeezing her voluptuous chest together, thumbs rolling her sensitive nipples, sending bolts of pleasure through her body direct into her core, making the woman clutch into the desk for support, eyes closing to focus on the sensation.

A shocked cry as she felt the wet muscle of his tongue circling one nipple, followed by the suction of his lips around it, humming around it before he gave the same treatment to the other, nipping the nub and biting the meat of her breast, just enough to have her jump in surprise and bring her attention back to him, eyes half lidded and pupil blown wide.

God, she was gorgeous, he mused. It was no surprise that others would pay attention to her curves, but never would any of them have the view of her all flushed and excited like this.

Taking the last offending piece of clothing from her body, he appreciated how damp she felt as he fingered over her undergarments. “So fucking wet… All for me, hm?” Her whimpers didn’t stop his teasing, only grazing his fingers over the thin material of her panties, making her bite back a moan and close her eyes in bashfulness, all contradictory to her actions of thrusting towards his fingers for a real friction. “Tsk. If you want it, you have to ask, ‘Liz.” Holding her ample hip with his free hand, he stopped her movements. It seemed he had decided to be a bastard about this, and she could feel the smirk on his lips as he came closer to speak by her ear. “Be a good girl and say it.”

She could only bite her lips in answer, face flushed from lust and embarrassment. And she knew he was absolutely getting off on it, eyes taking in from the way her legs closed together in sudden modesty to her bright eyes glistened with absolute need, fighting a battle against her own shy nature. But it was the way his index and middle finger slipped inside her panties and teased her inner lips that had her moaning an answer. “Mhm. I- Please. Please, Law.”

“Please what?” What an infuriating man!

“Please. Please, touch m- Ah!” He didn’t waited for her to finish before easily sliding his fingers inside her folds, taking advantage of how wet she was and chuckling at her surprised gasp. He could tease all he wanted, but he was just as much aroused by her actions. Intensely staring at the way her body curved to accommodate more of the length of his tattooed fingers, by the way her full breast bounced as her hips rolled against his large hand, dripping all over it. How pretty she was, letting go of her reservations to moan so unabashedly as his thumb joined the friction, rubbing expertly against her clit as his finger curled and thrusted inside. It was truly a spectacle for his eyes only.

Joining the stimuli, his free hand grazed her perky nipples once again, pinching and pulling. He could feel how close she was to climax - velvety walls spasming and contracting around his curled fingers, mouth hanging open with pleasure. And to push her further into sweet release, another finger joined - E, A and T pushing deep inside her core, ripping a half scream half moan from his lover as she rode his palm. It didn’t last much longer after that, rapid movements and diversity of stimulation leading the woman to a powerful orgasm, holding tight at the desk behind her for support as her toes curled under her, legs shaking as she screamed his name over and over again..

He let her breathe for a moment after that, stepping back to appreciate the wreckage he caused. Absolutely proud of how she looked, a deep flush from her cheeks down to her heaving chest, sweat and arousement dripping down her body - pooling down her legs. Her semblance of thorough contentment as she stared back. Gorgeous. Divine. All his.

A moment was all he allowed her, before stalking back towards his ‘prey’. He wasn’t nearly done with her, consumed by lust and sheer possessiveness, he needed to leave this office without a doubt of who she belonged to, mind filled with nothing but him and the pleasure he provided. “Look at the mess you made…” Smug grin filled the pirate’s semblance as he approached her lips with his juice’s coated hand; a display of erotic glistening tattoos. “Why don’t you lick it clean, hm?”

Already too far into it to feel timid, and perhaps a tad defiant of his domineering act, she gazed back into his amber eyes before grabbing his wrist with assertiveness. “Fine.” And he had only a second to inquisitively arch one eyebrow, before she did just as the tattoo on his fingers were telling her: e-a-t.

Looking right back at him, as she licked her way from the soft pad of his palm to his middle finger, humming as he pushed all three slender fingers inside her mouth, licking each individually as it was the most delicious meal, mix of her own juices and drool running down her lips and sliding down her plump chest.

“Fuck.” If he was turned on before, now he could swear to be losing his damn mind. Not bothering to completely take his bottom garment completely out if body, just using a free hand to unzip and pop his jeans open, shoving it down enough to reveal his lengthy cock, up for attention and already glistening with so much pre-cum. Neither had him the mind to worry about protection, as he knew today would be a day to fill his girl to the brim, primal need to mark her insides as much as he did with her body.

Anticipating his line of action, she could already feel herself opening her legs to accommodate his figure, biting her lips and whining shamefully as he took his fingers from her mouth to clean the desk behind her. He would be busy cleaning later, but he had half the mind to care as he shoved away everything he had around his desk, making room to lay her body for him, grabbing her hips and maneuvering her into pressing her chest against the wood surface, tantalizing ass up in the air for him.

He had no mercy for its paleness, as his hand firmly spanked each of her cheeks till it became feverish red, soothing it with both hands, running his length against its folds and watching with satisfaction as his lover moaned and whimpered for him. “Shhh… Need to mark it well, ‘Liz. So no shithead can think they can have it.”

Making sure to take a firm hold of both chubby cheeks - enough to leave a handprint, he easily slipped his shaft inside her soaked cunt, smirking at the satisfied moan leaving his girl’s mouth as he filled her. “Yeah…? Wanted this cock that bad? It’s yours, baby. Take it.”

From being close or from feeling aggressively excited, Law didn’t bother easing his way into intercourse, immediately setting a brutal pace that filled the room with the sounds of skin meeting skin, the gushing wetness of his length bullying it’s way inside her dripping pussy and the heavy office table scratching against the floor with his vicious thrusts. Her moans and pleas surfaced around it, mind fogged with so much lust as he continually plunged his long shaft against her sweet spot.

Harsh rhythm of his hips and her screams taking over, till he could feel the hot need for release on his lower stomach. He stopped then, earning a frustrated and questioning glare from his partner. But it didn’t last long, as she felt herself being manhandled into turning around to face him - marveling with how gorgeous he looked, sweat dripping along defined muscles, an intense expression with blown wide pupils. He looked as much wrecked as she felt. He pushed her back towards the table, grabbing both her legs against his chest, ankles locked around his shoulder as he slipped himself back inside her lower lips.

It was so much better this way, all his length now pushed inside, balls deep inside her pussy, and knowing she could watch who fucked her into oblivion. He resumed his hammering pace, grinning watching as she rolled her eyes back into her head, mind completely gone into pleasure and overstimulation. Knowing he was the one to do this, the only one. She could already feel herself closer to orgasm yet again, his name falling from her lips between incoherent pleas and moans. “Law, LaaAA- F-Fuck. Ple- Law, please please please-.”

“That’s fucking right. Say my name, baby. My girl, my pussy, fucking mine.” He growled as he didn’t stop his fast pace even after her orgasm crashed into her, a loud moan of his name and walls clenching around his cock, entire body shaking and grabbing for any part of him she could find. If only, his hands held more firmly against her thighs to keep her in place before he could feel himself reaching his own climax - incoherent string of ‘take it’ with one final and long thrust inside her folds before he made sure to fill it to the brim with his cum, fucking it back inside a few times to make sure not a single drop escaped.

Eliza was sure to be seeing stars, as he finally released her legs - crashing limp against the desk. Breathe coming in long drawls, as she tried to come back from such a high. Who could have thought that Kid’s stupid prank would cause such a strong chain of reactions? Not that she was complaining, arms already open as she realized her boyfriend was reaching to hug her body against his. She nuzzled his sideburns as he kissed her shoulders, quiet affection after such a rough session of love making.

Both breathed together for a moment, relaxing into each other's embrace, before she felt herself being carried into his arms for a few feet so they could both crash and cuddle in his soft office’s sofa, a common spot for moments like this. It was quiet for a moment, only heartbeats and breathing sounds between soft caresses and lazy kisses. Law was the first one to break silence, after a while. “I hope I didn’t hurt you.”

“No, don’t worry,” Kissing his scruffy chin in reassurance, she continued with a smirk, “My bum might be burning a bit, but it was very worth it.”

Snorting a laugh, he reached both hands to caress her ample backside, in a false soothing move - as he immediately squeezed both cheeks in his hands. “It’s your fault for being so appetizing.” He smirked back, playfully biting onto her neck, earning a squeal from his lover and smack on his arm.

It was clear that there’s one thing no one but him could ever have, besides her body; the absolute love and adoration shared between them. Life partners bundled together without knowing where one starts and the other finishes, playfully bantering and kissing till fatigue was able to take over their minds, to a land of dreams where they would be meeting once again.

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sasarahsunshine · 4 years ago

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What about an A/B/O au where Hotch is a surprisingly good cook. And no one knows it until he starts bringing Reid food when he begins to court him. He sees the junk Reid tries to pass off for a meal (usually take-out, or worse, straight from the vending machine) and decides that’s where he’ll start in his courtship of the omega, by bringing him home cooked food packaged in Tupperware containers that no one expected to actually be good (I imagine everyone just assumed the Hotchner men survived on quick and easy foods, like chicken strips or fish sticks). But the food smells and looks amazing and everyone (including Reid, who is all blushy but appreciative) is shocked. Hotch is maybe just a bit smug about it.

This is such a cute idea, OMG. Like, I love this so much???? Just- the whole concept is perfect for how I imagine courting customs to be. Because like, more than one Alpha can court an Omega at a time, and it's ultimately a "game" to prove how good of a mate you can be so the Omega would choose you over the others.

I had been struggling, personally, trying to figure out what it means to have an Alpha court via food (suggesting he can provide for his Omega), and this is literally perfect. Hotch not only proving that he's paying attention to Spencer's eating habits, being on top of him, and making sure he's getting a real meal at least once a day, but also proving that he's a wonderful provider. He can feed his mate (and future pups) good, healthy foods. It also proves he's a good father already, seeing as obviously he's taking great care to feed the pup he already has.

And Spencer is definitely shocked and pleasantly surprised. Blushing shyly for the first while that Hotch insists he takes the food, usually packaged as you said: in Tupperware containers. It's always "plated" nicely, a mix of vegetables and protein that Hotch already knows Spencer will eat (you can't be someone's boss of so many years, eating probably thousands of meals together while on cases or during celebrations at home, without noticing the eating habits of the one you've had your eye on this whole time).

(Also side note: no matter the AU I headcanon Spencer to be somewhat of a picky eater, and it's mostly due to texture. He struggles with trying new foods that even *look* weird or like they will have a strange texture, so that's one of the reasons he sticks with take-out and "safe" foods like Mac-and-cheese and ramen when he's home. This is often a trait of people with Autism, like me!).

Hotch courting Spencer with delicious homecooked meals while they're home is now my new favorite thing. This works so well for A/B/O, but it can work in any AU, tbh. <3

Tagging for A/B/O stuff: @tobias-hankel @ssa-noa @thaddeusly @sparklinspence @goobzoop @physics-magic @fox-trot17 @brillianthijinx @multixfandomwriter @anxious-enby @marvel-ous-m @sweetheartspencer @hankelcuffs @ris-criminal-mind @spencie-adams @bau-gremlin @casparwrites @reidology

Let me know if you want to be tagged in future A/B/O blurbs and headcanons!

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bokettochild · 3 years ago

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Hey Ketto, I'm not sure if you are taking any requests rn, but I've had a rough time of it recently and if it's no bother or hassle, could I request a fic where Time gets comforted by Warriors? Something with cuddles and hair petting, and Time getting to be held. Only if it's no bother. - Nick @thesacredtwink

Of course, Nick!

Sorry I didn't see this until just recently, but I whipped up something for you as soon as I could. I hope it helps, luv, and if you want more please do not hesitate to ask!

Time has been acting strange since the last switch.

At first, none of them questioned it, after all, leaving the ranch made them all a bit down, Time especially however, their leader usually sprung back to himself within a few days of travel time, going back to making jokes that made the others groan and offering advice and aid to their younger heroes. This time however, Time had only gotten worse, the shadows under his eyes growing nightly, the older hero falling silent and stern and very nearly snappish with the others. Only this evening, Warriors had seen Time lose his temper with Wind when the kid had been bubbling around him all day, and while the sailor took the scolding and tired ‘you’re just too much, Wind’ like a soldier, Wars had seen how the kid had retreated to Twilight and Legend during dinner, clinging to the both of them with misty eyes and keeping himself strangely silent while Time brooded on the other side of the fire.

The captain sighed to himself. If his boys were having trouble getting along, not just adjusting to being on the road again, then it was his place as a father (brother?) to step up and see what the problem was. After all, Time would tear himself up about this later, so he needed to nip it in the bud now before the man did something that would make the following guilt later even worse.

Time was seated on the far edge of camp that evening, and unlike most nights on the road, the man had left his sword in its sheath, himself still clad in his armor as the others shed their excess layers, and a blue ocarina was cradled in his hands, eyes distant and brows pulled low as he stared off into the forest. Not brooding then, sulking, and he wasn’t quite sure if that was better or worse in the moment.

“Room for one more?”

Time’s blue eye flickered to him for a moment with a dark scowl, the man shaking his head tiredly and pulling himself up.

Oh shoot, a royal sulk! Time was usually fine to let someone sit next to him, even when he was brooding, but if it was so bad that he didn’t even want anyone nearby? Oh goddesses, Warriors had his work cut out for him.

Dinner that night was a cold affair, the younger ones trying to prompt Wind into anything resembling conversation as Legend poked the sailor’s side, and the older ones exchanging worried glances as they looked from their sulking leader to each other. Usually, someone would break the stillness with a joke or a tease, but Legend’s snark only made things worse when Time shot the vet a look after he had made a jab at Warriors, and while the captain appreciated the defense of his honor, it was reminding him much too much of the war when Time had been a gremlin ready to wreak havoc on anyone at the nearest hint of insult to his father-figure. And while he rather doubted that Time could pants Legend (no pants, and their leader hopefully knew better now that he was older) it was an uncomfortable reminder of the kid’s worse days when nothing could get through to him and Warriors had to be very careful to hide his flask where the kid wouldn’t find it.

When arranging watches, Time had just grunted and moved to the edges of camp and Warriors found himself wincing.

“I’ll take second watch.” He told the others. “Time’s claimed first- don't ask, that’s what that huff usually means. Wind, you’re on Twilight duty, make sure the rancher doesn’t wander off again this evening, alright?” That earned a smile from the kid however hesitant, and while Twilight looked mildly offended, Warriors mentally blessed the rancher for not protesting the comment.

“Yessir, Cap’n.” Wind offered a sharp little salute, and he couldn’t help but reach over and ruffle the kid’s hair as his chest had swelled with pride. They’d worked on that salute a thousand times and now it was as clipped and smooth as any officer’s, even better than many of his men. Maybe he should have the sailor give his soldiers a few tips he chuckled to himself as the others sorted out watches; Legend taking the one directly after his and Hyrule the one after. Wild was on morning cooking duty, so the kid was ordered to rest for the night to avoid any sort of unfortunate mishaps. Usually, it wasn’t a problem to let the wild Champion take final watch, but if his plans (of course he had plans, did you doubt him?) were going to work out, the kid would need to be well rested to prepare the breakfast he’d asked for in the morning.

Knowing glances were shot his way by the others, Sky and Twilight both clapping his back and Legend tugging his scarf with an impish smirk as the others headed to bed, silent wishes of good luck ringing clear across the camp as he was left alone with their leader while the others settled in for bed.

He waited until the sun had set properly and the snoring of the others had begun rumbling around the camp, Twilight’s throaty snorts and Wind’s rumbling ones mixing with Four and Legend’s more soft snuffling ones. Hyrule and Wild lay silent and curled up, each snuggled into one side of the cuddle pile that had formed with Wind in the center, the sailor clinging to Twilight and Legend both in his sleep and dooming them to be smushed in by the other heroes. Sky, at the head of the pile, drooled slightly in his sleep, apparently uncaring that the others were using him as a pillow, and with one hand lost in Twilight’s dark hair. It made him smile as he took them in, pulling himself up to go and ensure they were all tucked in warmly before he turned his attention to the brooding warrior on the edge of their camp.

Time was still fiddling with his ocarina, eyes downcast and almost misty as the older man sat on the edge of camp, and he had to stop for a moment to collect himself before confronting him; Time looked miserable.

“Guilt hitting you yet for yelling at Wind?” He drawled, coming to sit next to the other and carefully arranging his scarf where time could grab it if needed. The man was no longer a child, but even so the blue fabric was a comfort to most of their odd little family, and scoldings or long talks were always made easier when it was available to hide under.

“A bit.”

“If it helps, he knows you didn’t mean it.”

Time slumped in place. “I still said it. Wind looks up to me now, I-” The other cut off with a sigh, tired eyes and weary heart both dimming as he watched.

“Right then, what’s eating you?” At Time’s startled expression he offered a knowing frown. “I helped raise you, Sap, I know when you’re taring yourself up over something and I’d half to be as blind as you to not tell when somethings hurting you. So, what is it?”

Royal blue blinked slowly, a match for his own and so terribly distant as Time turned back to the forest, thumbs trailing over the smooth porcelain of the ocarina. “I’m worried.”

“For?”

“For Malon.” Oh shit. “She wasn’t feeling too good when we left and-” Time’s face twisted up, eye glimmering as the man stared up at the stars, pain twisting his expression and straining his voice as one hand had wound into the prepared scarf. “I’m not there. Talon’s getting on in years and if something happens when we’re gone-” Time’s voice hitched, not quite a sob but broken all the same, and like a trigger was hit Warriors was already pulling the other man into his arms, holding tight as Time’s shoulders shuddered under his grasp. “I’m worried, Pops.” Came the broken whisper. “What if-”

“Shhhh.” Like a million times before his hands were running through short blonde hair. It had been ages since he’d trimmed either of his boys and Time was getting shaggy again, something he was grateful for. Running his hands through the kid’s hair had always helped him calm, and it seemed to still be effective even ow, Time melting further into his embrace as he hummed softly, rocking ever so slightly in place. “Malon’s a strong woman, she’ll be fine. People get sick all the time, Sapling, this isn’t anything to fuss over.”

“She couldn’t get out of bed the other morning.” Time breathed against his chest, the ocarina falling to the ground as both of the man’s hands had wound into the blue scarf instead.

Warriors tried to steady the stutter of his heart as he clutched the other a but tighter. “Is that so?”

“She’s been awful nauseas too.” Time choked out. “Wars, I-”

“Has she had random dizzy spells and weird cravings? Maybe gets sickened at the mere idea of certain foods but also likes eating things that even a pig would turn away from?” Oh, goddesses let this be right.

Time’s blue eye stared up at him curiously. “Y-yeah, how’d-”

The captain choked back a snort. “She’ll be fine, Time. Ladies get that way sometimes. My own beloved was that way for a while too, it passes in time, and there's few ill effects.”

“What ill effects?” Time shifted uneasily, pulling away to stare at him better.

“Exhaustion mostly, some pain, and loss of sleep, but,” He tilted his head with a knowing grin. “It’s well worth it in the end when she’s okay again. You’ll want to talk to her about it next time we get there,” if the bulge of Malon’s stomach didn’t give her away first. “But she’ll be alright.” Time stared at him in disbelief, brows pulling together in a doubtful frown that had him huffing in mock offence. “Wat, you don’t believe me?”

“Battlefield experience as a medic-”

Wars cut Time off with a snort. “Battlefield nothing! I was fighting my loves illness before the war even started. It’s not something that catches, I’ll have you know, and as long as she takes it easy, something I trust Malon knows as well as the next woman, she’ll be fine.” He reached over to tig Time’s ears making the other shy away with a strained laugh, only earning a hair ruffle “Stop fussing, Sapling, your lady love will live just fine.”

Time actually outed at him for a moment, something which quite frankly looked ridiculous on the man’s face and made him bust up laughing as the other flopped against him. Absently, his hands drifted back into Time’s shaggy hair, humming softly as Time continued to lay in silence, eyes staring up at the stars and ears twitching slowly.

“Tomorrow,” He tugged one flickering ear pointedly. “You need to apologize to Wind.”

“Trust me, I intend to.”

“Good.” He grinned, flopping his scarf across the other’s face. “But for now, rest, kiddo, you’re a right grouch when you're tired and I don’t mind pulling double shift for a night.”

“I’m-”

“Not fine, and not staying up. Past your bed-time squirt.” He tugged the ear again, earning a soft growl from his adult kid as Time shifted.

“I’m still in my armor.”

“Then change.”

Time pulled himself up with a huff, shucking his armor and letting Wars help him with the buckles and belts before the both of them settled down again. Tomorrow night, the leader’s metal shell would need cleaning, but for now, he’d let himself out to be seen and held, head nestled in Warriors’ lap as the captain played with his hair.

Time’s breathes evened out to join the cacophony of rumbling snores of the others. Warriors smiled, ruffling his son’s hair fondly and turning his eyes towards the moon.

#linkeduniverse #linked universe #dad warriors #lu warriors #lu time #lu malon #mentioned #mamalon #more so than usual #time gets grouchy when he worries #hints at #pregnant malon #time is a good husband #warriors is married #feel free to insert your own ship there if you like #for #thesacredtwink my beloved #fluffics

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luminous-shifting-vibes · 4 years ago

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*sequel* to actual fucking quotes from the shiftblr coffeehouse discord server

once again, it's out of context because x1000 funnier

also x1000 longer than previous post

"ur satan is gnc af"

"Bestie I’m already having gender envy over a fucking demon please"

"O_O ODEPIJHFbavevisdpvfhzdcnjawedsidjksjdkoeirjfmkdsoeirujdksodifjndmksoidfjdksidfj ITS" NOT IN MY FRAFTS IS SPEDNT 1 hour PN THAT SHIT"

"AUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

"ohoho sexy"

"I am very proud of myself"

"himbo x edgy fuck"

"YOU COULD SQUISH HES CHEECKS"

"he has teefs"

"SQUASH"

"good for biting 📷"

"he's a himbo basically"

"B͂̒̄iͫ̍̈tͧ̓ͯè̄̇"

"bifth"

"i havent watched blue exorcist in years but mr okumura my beloved </3"

"MY LIFE QUESTIONS HAVE BEEN ANSWERED"

"is it important information to mention that the person i put up for my turn is the son of satan" "I know like 1 thing about everyone who isnt ranboo lmfao"

"crimes"

"tumblr sexyman"

"idk why but my first thought was cowboy onceler"

"I vibe with him but he is very long and twisty"

"steampunk e-girl"

"steampunk tumblr sexyman"

"Canonically bi crimelord I agree!!"

"OOO FRIEND SHAPED"

"ARTIST SIGHTED"

"they look like someone i would want to be friends with but is way cooler than me so i'd never actually talk to them"

"babby..... would die for him"

"honestly i probably kin him"

"i'm sure he's lovely but he looks way too much like my ex i'm sorry-"

"i'd be down for another rotation! i have another twink to show y'all"

"Also :00 blonde friend"

"Let us all infodhmo"

"Hsjagdvbs shhh im on phone"

"Nix woukd you like to joon?

"skitters away"

"I have two braincells and they both drink dumb bitch juice"

"oof wait whats the order again i have 0 memory"

"i want to bond with him over cosplay-"

"Awkwardly watches in band kid"

"One day I'm gonna a broadway star"

"which isnt to say they were bad. they were just fortnite dancing during rehersals"

"I threw it so hard my glasses flew off and slid under the stage right divider"

"anyway heres my boi"

"emo"

"haha emo"

"virgil sanders kinnie"

"he looks like he listens to my chemical panic at the fallout boy"

"Bro I bet he'd kick my ass with his deck"

"bird man my beloved"

"fuck i had so much to say and then i forgot it all"

"Birds!!"

"guiguhuh"

"crabrave"

"She sounds like someone I would end up stealing her personality"

"yess name collector gang"

"alias glass aiden haven absinthe fish brick rice"

"But I have Cypress, Remure, Genesis, Lemres, and Comet"

"And she's named after a mars candy bar bc alien"

"Hey, if plato went by plato, you can be king thief"

"im not dissing my gramma like that shfojd"

"My dad has seven legal names" "bitches be like *looks at fictional character* *steals their name* it's us we're bithces"

"coraline lowkey traumatized me but i adore it regardless"

"mmmmmm magic man :]"

"°0° green man"

"criminal (affectionate)"

"he would shoplift a candy bar from walmart and then brag to all of his friends about the sick stealing he did"

"despite the fact he's canonically been capable of overpowering a minor deity"

"i would commit so many crimes for him"

"Very babey"

"Yes please tell green man he is very pog"

"he also keeps a lot of dumb secrets"

"but I will sorely miss the chaos and energy of this here chat until I wake again" (by request XD)

"i just say words and if they're funny then they're funny"

"* or extremly chaotic either works"

"at this point we are just taking turns rambling"

"oH--"

"bc my brain has a schedule"

"Hopefully they have gyoza there or I will lose my mind"

"hehe yes spooky man"

"my ghost glucose guardian"

"the head of the undead group that lives there, and we end up dating. (yes I date a ghost, no I will not be taking constructive criticism /lh)"

"ghosts r just inherently sexy"

"i mean im becoming a squid thing so"

"Raven quirk raven quirk!!"

"ł â m p"

"łæmp"

"mothman: ooh lamp you look very nice today! do you come here often? mothman: wait shit no"

"I'd date a ghost"

"mine is still accurate, i am still sobbing (/j)"

"p e e p e e"

""@nick wilde is a tumblr sexyman" is the best thing i have ever seen"

"im sorry im cackling like a dying hyena"

"you're all 12 year olds"

"PEENIE"

"He once caused global warming on accident so he could get a tan"

"god, what a himbo. i love him"

"that reminds me of my friends kin assigned me jesus"

"Man outside of battle be like: princely crying but then in battle hes like: "CATACLYSM! DISASTER! DEVASTATION!" Chill out man"

"Every time I talk about satan it never fails to shock people it's my favorite thing to do"

"im kin assigning him roman sanders" ""Oh yeah he caused global warming because he wanted to get girls" "he what""

"oh damn i forgot satan was straight"

"twink appreciation club"

"give us the twinks"

"my first thought was bottom-"

"so many people to try and get his dad to love him"

"daddy issued"

"OH MY GOD ITS WILBUR"

"Big boy but"

"anyways janus is swagggg"

"........................."

"gib twink"

"give twink then i will share"

"holds him gentle like hamburger"

"This dumb bitch opened a book that said "do not open" and got possessed by a little bastard"

"he is. fragile creachur"

"klug is beauty klug is grace i would let him step on my face"

"If I'm playing swap and I have to hear one more "Pwanet Powew" Im gonna lose it"

"Who is to blame? Pandora or the box?"

"Bakugo isnt my type but I respect the drip"

"i say like my type isnt long-haired pretty boys and girls that look so gnc that people have a history of confusing them for men"

"hes a gremlin and i can appreciate a pretty gremlin"

"that is to say i am attracted to VFlower vocaloid. This is a confession."

"note i am a lesbian"

"You may like Schezo wegey"

"why does he have one single expression"

"soul soul eater passes the vibe check"

"magic wand"

"I Want To Hold His Hand"

"i would commit a war crime for him any war crime idc which one"

"my favorite one is when he sounded rlly gay because he said "Muscular bodies keep me satisfied""

"p e a n u t"

"Klug is a homophobic homosexual its just facts"

"grug from the croods is peak male performance"

"jaw drops to floor, eyes pop out of sockets accompanied by trumpets, heart beats out of chest, awooga awooga sound effect, pulls chain on train whistle that has appeared next to head as steam blows out, slams fists on table, rattling any plates, bowls or silverware, whistles loudly, fireworks shoot from top of head, pants loudly as tongue hangs out of mouth, wipes comically large bead of sweat from forehead, clears throat, straightens tie, combs hair Ahem, you look very lovely."

"tag yourself im the fireworks shooting from the top of the head"

"i like essays"

"central time gang"

"11:11 pog-" (wait... is that a suprise angel number?? yes it is lovelies just for you <3)

"Then again im also a dumbass bitch who wonders what the souls in soul eater taste like. SERIOUSLY THOUGH. THEY LOOK TASTY AS HELL!!!! LIKE GODDAMN BRO YOU'RE MAKING ME FUCKING HUNGRY. Like. that shit- it's Bone Apple motherfucking Teeth. hell yea my guy. Im hongy now.... shlorp I'm seriously considering this. Like. They seem kinda like a liquid? But a solid? Are they like jello? The fuck they taste like my guy???? I keep imagining they're like sour, like sour candy maybe? Or do they taste salty? Sweet? Maybe some combo of two? Do they even have a taste or is it about the texture? The sensation? God my mouth is watering what the hell. I am starving. I think I need to go get a cookie. I'm gonna go get a cookie. Brb. I'm better. I'm still craving souls though. Which is a weird-ass cringey thing to say but I'm being dead-ass rn. They just.... look tasty???? And I wanna eat one. Thus. I am shifting to Soul Eater for the express purpose of satisfying my fucking cravings. enjoy"

"points were made"

"jello? more like helloooo schloooAHFJDSDAIDWNALDHSJKDAIDANDM"

"WAIT I THINK I HAVE AN ANIME GIRL BITING VIDEO TOO"

"anime girl voice: mmm! mm... ahhhhmp!! mmm, mmm... aaahmp!"

"i think it sounds great i'm going to start eating like that"

"several people are typing"

"do these look edible to you"

"forbidden gummies"

"when I was on lsd I couldn't eat my fruit gummies because I thought they were alive because they had little faces on them"

"oh shit yeah don't do drugs"

"anyways general consensus is puyos are edible, ty for your input everyone"

"everypony is a word so powerful it can bring nations to its knees"

"pls the self control it's taking me not to say "hewwo everypony" in gen chat when someone new joins-"

"hewwo evewrypony uwu deaw cewestia i hopwe it doewsnt wain owo"

"ive cooked up a sowution wiwth the knowwege ive acwued. they say a kitcwen time saves niwne, but im just savwing two. Ive gathewwed the inwedients to make a time sowbet. Thewe's hawdly woom fow seconds when the seconds mewt away."

"I had a ten year old sister... you know what happened to her??? very sad, very tragic... she turned eleven....."

"NIIICE"

"Guts dont say the secks word :( /j"

"watch your fucking language in front of the president"

"im so sorry lumi"

"i think you're like ehhhh 8/10 funny"

"now me???? 10/10. Hilarious"

"sometimes i have to take a step back and remember that this is the same guts i follow on tumblr /lh"

""ok every here's some good shifting advice!!! uwu have a good day" "yeah i did lsd and ate fruit gummies""

"i have one setting and it's whatever this is"

"my bitch ass cat just pushed the door open with his fuzzy face and now my sleeping dad is being lulled into dreams by Cosmo Sheldrake's 'Pliocine'."

"me on discord: nick wilde"

"me on tumblr: shifting water! haha funne! me on here: my hermit crabs are cannibals also i want to eat souls."

"im sorry yOUR VIBESA RE JUST SO DIFFERNT"

"u give off older cousin ive never spoken to but always admire at the family gatherings vibes"

"what the fuck"

"BC I HAVE LIBERTU"

"If you adopt me then yes"

"am I qualified for dad jokes???"

"we're all a lot smarter on tumblr"

"I'm like "awww... sweet... sweet little shiftlings... posting such sweet shiftling content... so pure, so wholesome... does not even know abcs....""

"can't think before you speak if you never think B)"

"I'm not responsible enough to be a mom"

"cat pet"

"show us pictures of the cat or i will do Crime"

"maybe thats me being a coward tho"

"MOTH!!!! MOTH MY BELOVED"

if y'all want I can make this a series bc shiftblr keeps giving me more content

#tw drugs #tw swearing #tw cannibalism #tw crime #tw food #tw homophobia #shitpost #out of context #out of context quotes #lumi's quotes

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i-need-air · 4 years ago

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{💘+ 💗+ Bakugou}

Hero

About me:

Hobbies: Reading, cooking, shopping, fashion, nail art, traveling, sleeping, eating, and jogging.

Traits: chill, compassionate, confident, loyal, logical, observant, passionate, reliable, sensitive, witty, sarcastic, and selfless.

Somethings abt me: I’m protective of my friends/family.

if you say something dumb 99.9% of the time I will reply with a sarcastic comment and roll my eyes.😭

most times I am a very lazy person and I always want to sleep, but if I need to get something done 85% of the time I’ll get I done before it becomes a problem.

I get distracted very easily! ( I’m always like, ‘ I’ll do it tomorrow’)

I’m the funny one in the group ( idk y people just laugh at things I say😅)

I like to skate

I listen to R&B ( all the time 😂Mostly when I jog )

I like putting my hair in box braids

I have a weird ass craving to eat cereal at 5 am 😂

My favorite food is tempura

I’m always late to things😅 like events, class, birthdays, etc. ( idk why)

My friends said if I were to be a anime character I would be shikamarau ( idk y I am not that smart 😅)

I have a small group of ( best) friends. I’m not the type of person to try to be friends with everyone( irl). I just stick to my group and talk to some people in my classes.

I am in love with seeing woman be successful!! Like they got the bag, have a good education, can take care of themselves and their family

WITHOUT. A. MAN!!!

( lmao😂) that’s all !!

Sooooo, okay, okay, okay! I didn't read you wanted Bakugou as 💗 at first and I wrote about him anyway so 💀 it was meant to be. BUT hear me out. My first pick for you is Shinsou just by a teeny-tiny bit!

[ Also, know I did read your second message, dw 💕]

Shinsou:

× God, you'd be such a great team together. Seriously, you'd have each other's back like no other. You'd get each other so well and vibe like crazy.

× He's the type of man that really enjoys your hobbies too but is laid-back about it while still showing a big amount of interest. I only mention it bc some men aren't as open about their s/o hobbies but Shinsou doesn't care about that. You love it? He does too and it's genuine. Dsjdjsj I love how you added sleeping in there bc I feel that too and legit Shinsou would definitely agree.

× R&B. Yes. That's it. That's the hc. Shinsou and R&B and you.

× He's one with you to sass and roll his eyes with you at any dumb comments. Sass king is backing you up with any witty remark. Everyone respects you guys and lowkey don't want to be the focus of your teasing.

× He's definitely going to help you out with reminds whenever you're distracted. Has a very structured mind and doesn't mind helping you out. Also, doesn't like to see you stressed over anything. The faster you do something [he can help] the faster you can nap together.

× From what you've told me, you have the same attitude as the type of women you [and I both 😤✋] admire and this guy right here is all about it. I can't stress how inspired and amazed he is with you.

× You both arriving fashionably late and not giving a single damn is the mood.

× Did I mention he finds you absolutely gorgeous? You'd think he's napping but suddently you'll find his eyes on you just taking you in. 😏 Hey.

[💗] Bakugou:

× I know you like Baku but know my match-ups are what I consider good pairs for you and he is really good for you too! So don't think I do it just because.

× I imagine an older Bakugou matching you very well, not the 16 y/o gremlin but a few years older Bakugou that has somewhat calmed down yet still holds the same essence. So a more mature pomeranian. He'd probably have a crush on you since young but he's ✨in denial✨ until hr realizes he doesn't want to lose you.

× Just like Shinsou, digs a strong independent woman with her own goals and aspirations. You'd also make a great team together, more like a power couple. While you bring more calmness, he's bringing the fire and overall, another force to reckon.

× You'd be looking amazing together. Hands down people turning their heads on the street bc of That Couple? You get me?

× You sticking to a close circle of friends is his thing too. He's an introvert at heart and likes to be surrounded by people he trusts so your friends are acceptable [Ye, soz, he's still Bakugou lol]

× I genuinely believe all your traits work well for him and even manage to calm him down slightly. Each and every one of them are something he appreciates and loves.

× If he's not working out, he's chilling with you and even sleeping. Go jogging with him and it's a competition 9 outta 10 times 🤡💀

× If you're Shikamaru, he's Temari and damn, it makes sense. Temari is an older, calmer female version of Bakugou in a way, and we all know Shika and Temari were the only ones that made sense in that whole anime we don't name on this blog bc imma get angry-passionate ok bye 🤡💕💕💕💕💕

#noire writes #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #hitoshi shinso x reader #valentine event

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crackcrocs · 4 years ago

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DEATH WILL ONLY BE THE BEGINNING #3

3. Transformation Central

the entities of my personalities would like to come together in one voice that speaks through me, we or I call this collection of words from the mustiest corners of my brain to this note page to voice something that might come close to what I feel underneath the skin I wear. In all my unorganised words- I might even go as far as to call this a poem, titled:

‘TRANSFORMATION CENTRAL’

sub characters in my head would appreciate if this could be visualised & understood through as deep a lens as humanly possible. even I confuse myself so if you can decode or relate to any of this, wonderful. If not, I’m locked in my own mind, swallowed the keys to my soul.

SIMILARITIES & INTERCONNECTEDNESS BETWEEN HUMAN & PLANT CONSCIOUSNESS EXIST! if you look closely at my nose freckles you’ll see the resemblance of the constellations above. if you look at the human veins & the layout of a tree, this is further proof.

{VISUALS THROUGH A SEPIA WINDOW STARING @ THE AUTUMN LEAFS; IMAGINING THE SEEDS UNDERNEATH, THROUGH NUMB ROOT VESSELS THAT PERMEATE THROUGH EVERY MEMBRANE OF MY EXTERNAL TO INTERNAL ENVIRONMENT}

~FEATURING THE VICIOUS CYCLE OF DEPRESSION & PERFECTIONISM.

here goes:

What is this part of my mind ?

If you want; delve inside-

I may look sweet like Alice,

but underneath it all

I deteste looking in the mirror

-cos I see the mad hatter.

my inner child needs a platter-

full of care not distortion & abuse pls.

less fibbin would’ve been a breeze.

now following the dead fish in the stream!

HOW on EARTH do I fit with the cod & the Haddock?

I’m the rainbow fish- beat & battered.

dim my own light cos I’m too afraid to shine.

alone.

thieves tried to steal my shiny scales.

I sat and watched them grow.

In the sea realm they were mean gargantuan selfish whales, with poisonous shark fangs & alligator tails. scorpion hands. (gremlins)

and still they make me feel like the alien-

I cant take it.

Make it make sense ?

I can’t.

controller in my hand-

Off balance stance.

anxiously I move round like a wobbly jelly.

where’s the button to balance my chi & shut out the ego ?

the teLLIE telling lies to our vision!

change the channel aura terracotta orange- daily dosage of vitamin D & C.

catch me sun gazing by the sea

head buzzin like a bee.

speaking from a dusty box

stuck on top of a forbidden shelf

cos I dunno how else.

I’m tryna delve deep but forgot how to dive

How can i visualise? scenery foggy-

the establishment man with the glue gun got me xD

inner monk burning but at peace

Cos I refuse to believe

If the only way is the American dream

Interconnected; like the frog in science -let’s dissect it!

down to every floating atom spirit neighbouring your door

subcategories & divisions, it’s more!

than the rich and the poor -prism that’s been built

do we all feel like a performance monkey on stilts?

will my data be extracted & used to mould a robots personality some day?

well obviously not.

does the price of our lives all amount down to slave ways?

LABOUR YAY!

but morals & values it seems we’ve forgot.

sO If i don’t speak its cos I’m lost.

or maybe i’m enlightened-

Standing at the edge of the porch;

watching TRYING to understand how the flowers grow.

questioning eVERYTHING man made!

I’ve stepped out of the perfect picture frame

I can see the coal pollute the sky

I need to hop on the train-

but I’m comfortable

Sunset to sunrise statue standing still.

what’s the ingredients to life’s yucky pie?

I’ve exceeded mental lotteries.

Sanity n universal peace would be a trophy.

TIL then I’ll be crafting & shaping a solid pottery reality,

with a few pence, gum, and a bandana of belongings tied to stick.

thinking one day I’ll be laying the bricks

& building a kingdom of bliss.

guess for now I’ll use the intricate delicate materials in my tool box- that’s all I’ve got.

might have a long way- maybe worth a shot.

I observe, cruisin in the sky.

dunno why..

I jus look @ the hills.

Only time & history reveals.

no thanks mr men-

I don’t want your prescription pills.

there’s enough propaganda as it is.

I won’t jump on the merry go round-

til my core trusts & envisions we’ll actually feel safe!

I don’t want to take part in this faux fur, sweet nothings & a jack in a box punching blur, so called future.

oh and genuinely thanks quarantine-for once again, I can hear bird sounds!

guess this is me tryna speak out loud!!!...

it’s not thrilling

system time killing everything-

mother nature’s oxygen

everything is nauseating

clock ticking, I better start creating.

they should write a book on how to be free when the system set us up to believe that we’re tied to the cut down trees that gives them a currency of greed that they breed.

If blindfolded, I don’t wanna eat what they feed.

Whilst they profit of us -tell us smile and the bandits don’t wanna see us happy.

they’re too busy robbing all our hoods.

In exchange for the silence, they’ve granted us with a 21’st century fashion garment of a slave muzzle! labelled conform.

More delusion to add to the already desensitised norm.

zootonic diseases, welcome covid 19 to your plastic kiddy tea party!- apologies for questioning your motive!

Been handed too many hot plates with a post it note saying HOLD THIS.

we’ll be okay just hush.

Same Shan message told to every generational seed.

If we don’t TRY overpower-

we’ll never succeed!

it’s getting even more scary.

Artificial intelligence.

Societal negligence..

my canvas isn’t clear-dunno am I schizo ?

finger painting, cos it makes more sense.

struggling to blend.

borderline conspiracist pretending to be fine;

moving the goal post, hovering above the race line.

who made the chalk? who set the lanes?

I wanna know it all, maybe¿ far past insane.

I can fit all I need in the palm of my hand,

Maybe even less! cut a finger off not sure it’ll even add stress.

hi from personality Peter, even sober- always away with the fairies.

Pass the pixie dust, I’m in a rush

Found shelter in the comfort of pan physicists timer, no not the one on your phone!

Ring ring, skeptical! is it my demon or my mommy on the phone?

I’m stuck in the airspace of an infinite glass filled with beach particles trying to form myself standing up still attempting not to slip through the hands of my very own discovery.

time is running out & ill go when I go.

I’m sitting inside the fly trap -

stardust, chakras can you feel the sensation colors like a starburst.

deep emotion is a curse.

still entrapped in the sand dune of nothingness-

flipping a domino monopoly of solidified thoughts as I sway with the wind.

I’m the trapped sandbox in the playground & the slipping sand in my own hands.

Inhale chronic but I wanna enter the quiet realm of white noise

-color of a wife beater vest, calmer than the ease in ignorance of a red neck.

sadomasochistic, messes.

but oblivion, seems like less stress.

Unfortunately I can see, with all eyes

empathetic paralysis, gets me vexed.

Punching truth into the core of your chest!

It’s not funny, neither is the one on the receiving end..

My limbs are numb

& im done playing octopus alchemy.

I want minimalism & life can be simple,

Evil entities have made it hard.

Maybe I’ve got stars above my head like an old cartoon character.

But I can’t make it make sense, are they out to get me. worse all of us? Or have I bottled myself tryna re mesh the broken shards,

I feel glued to the floor cos there’s a pretty price to pay if you want more.

I see life through a different lense, maybe born downside up, Benjamin button I came out the back door-

Outside looking in, digesting confusion.

Is to be a product of environment a sin?

rummage through my messy brain.

personalities sardine packed in this tin

I’m the wizard of my mania

Scaring & attracting the black crows-

they’re my friends.

Sometimes still a cowardly lion

Roaring pain & true riddles at the wrenching wicked witch posse of the west.

will my voice ever be loud enough to shed light wit my words and grate the sweet zest

In to the cake i’m baking?

Probably not.

Got more thoughts than the autumn leaves collected by the garden rake. alone.

gathering & storing the pains of yesterday.

sometimes I stay in line

Other times in my head Im on my hands juggling out of time.

but I really don’t mind if I lose or win.

we all have a pace

I jus don’t want the 1% to win the race.

It’s unfair!

Humanity does anyone care ??

Half lady

half fairy

Good MOOrning-

from my anagrams.

no I’m not a cow.

twister fidget spinner brain in the flesh-

form of expression this time around lyrics.

feel I’m jus a silly rubix

& still mourning

I don’t like dairy

pass the oat milk.

Are you aware the industry are sabotaging our diets?

we want peace!

the powerful elite-

perceive & deceive

the scene they want us to be.

chuck the narcissistic psychopathic pie back in our face-

every time we almost found & addressed the Programme & Control man in the maze.

evil & extroverted- he said that the anarchists have to be the cause of riots.

working isn’t class. I said let’s switch roles- he said pass.

It’s piss! Who’s got the bomb & the guns?

Who got the land? off wit OUR heads 4 fun!

it’s pure scary.

Pharmaceutics handshake.

with the cooked up suppliers, also crooked wack liars.

I’d rather shot a gallon of bloody blubbery infused slaughter house milk

If it meant we didn’t use cocoons for silk.

why not add a drizzle of bleach to the concoction & maybe that’s a reach.

every time I guzzle fakeness, it taste peak.

I want real fruit, what next-

a seedless peach ???

what’s the difference between a weirdo & a freak?

layers & levels to the shit.

Magnifying tapping the window of society, I’ll be puffing green til I get to the land of Oz.

sponge soaked soaking up emotions

Suffocated by deduction of care in life

feel entrapped in this paradigm

what am I thinking ?

got the verbs & a cuppa tea

It’s mixed with torment & desire to be free.

I’d rather be awake than asleep

When I get too comfy I feel weak

Demons they reap

underneath

rip the seems as I bleed

Concrete

Solid

Emotions

Is all you’re getting

It’s all sad scenes in the imagery I’m setting

people need care we seem to be forgetting

why are we in debt wit

a posse of clowns

pay the price so we can get a frown

here’s some seratonin

quit ya moaning

life is all sound

aw yeh¿ if you’re not an over thinker!

product of environment- Sirius flickers

theyve done a ritual like it’s Wicca

now here’s your gold sticker..

for managing to co operate.

In this world fuelled off of evil n hate

waking ups a bloody disgrace

I am not amazed.

Man I love my fam n my friends

Just hate this part of my brain that feels the need to play pretend

sometimes I feel insane

but I’m calm

need to escape so I don’t do harm

Gold lioness in the sky by the sea

with puff the magic dragon

fire out my mouth, fuel helps me breathe

I will shine bright

Promise imma be alright

even tho I’m not sure why

I function like this

I wanna be myself

It’s just hard to find the comfortability

To feel happy and pretty

Lay me down on a bed of roses

Ring around sing about overdose emotions

Sorry dunno how to communicate

Heads in a constant debate

Should I go or should I stay

My head clashes

Burnin the next ciggy as my thoughts become ashes.

#LCZABIBU #deathwillonlybethebeginning

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kolbisneat · 4 years ago

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MONTHLY MEDIA: December 2020

And so concludes another year! Maybe not the most ideal 12 months on record, but certainly memorable. I dunno. Anyway here’s how I wrapped up the year.

……….FILM……….

Gremlins (1984) Every time I watch this I just marvel at the fact that it was made. The practical effects are fantastic, the characters are so over-the-top that I think the Gremlin-sized mallet is the most believable part of the whole film. It just has that energy of a live-action cartoon and for that, I love it.

Gremlins (1990) This and Aliens fall under the category of sequels I didn’t like at first (for the hard turn in tone) but have come to really appreciate and enjoy. The opening with Bugs and Daffy really sets the tone for the whole thing and in hindsight, I appreciate how it manages to do all the same stuff that was loved about the original while making it feel bigger and different. Not necessarily better or worst, but definitely different.

Happiest Season (2020) It really felt like Harper was written to be the villain, right? Anyway it was a solid Christmas movie for a modern era, Kristen Stewart was a solid lead, and Dan Levy’s comedic timing is unreal. All-around fun watch.

The Family Stone (2005) Claire Danes and Luke Wilson are the only redeemable characters in this movie and while I don’t think they’d work out as a couple, it’s a shame they never get a chance to chat and just say “hey all of our family members are awful, right?!?” Actually Thad and Patrick are decent people, but I suppose they’re overshadowed by everyone else. Oof what a movie.

……….TELEVISION……….

Ted Lasso (Episode 1.01 to 1.10) Never have I more sincerely connected with a character’s outlook than Ted Lasso. It doesn’t matter if you know anything about Premier League soccer, what you get is an optimistic, heartfelt comedy that doesn’t punch up, punch down, or really punch at all. It’s gentle and kind and the sort of tv we need more of right now.

The Queen’s Gambit (Episode 1.01 to 1.07) Dang I thought I knew a little bit about chess but like...none of that helps here. It felt like a Rocky miniseries only chess instead of boxing (and I mean this all as a compliment). Given that the show doesn’t expect a knowledge of the grame, credit to the actors for communicating what’s happening in a game just through facial expressions. Worth checking out.

The Bachelorette (Episode 16.08 to 6.13) You know what, this was a pretty good season! It’s a shame we didn’t get any follow up after the proposal, but it was refreshing to see a group of guys who all got along and were just generally mature!

Mad Men (Episode 7.12 to 1.14) And so ends a pandemic-long viewing of Mad Men. First time watching it and I knew a little of how the series ended and honestly, I think it was fine! We got to check in with most of the cast and while I wish we could’ve kept going with these characters, it really did feel like they were all headed off in different directions anyway. Great series would highly recommend.

Neon Genesis Evangelion (1.07 to 1.11) It wasn’t until Asuka showed up that I realized this show is a metaphor for puberty and thus, is super horny all the time. Viewing through that lense, it’s an interesting allegory and the robot fights are cool.

The Mandalorian (Episode 2.01 to 2.08) For me, this show works best when it’s doing its own thing and just kinda existing in the world. The frog lady stuff, the random tasks, even the first ep did a good job of walking the line between fan service and the confidence to tell a new story. But dang if that last ep didn’t throw it all out the window. I’m just not a big enough Star Wars fan that I need to see all the old stuff again. It’s lazy writing and that’s what bums me out the most.

……….READING……….

Ring Shout by P. Djèlí Clark (Complete) Really great! I don’t read much modern(ish) day fantasy but the ideas and worldbuilding in this are so economic that it felt immediately familiar. Plus who doesn’t love the idea of a sword-wielding heroine cutting down monstrous klansmen?

Illuminatus Part III: Leviathan by Robert Shea and Robert Anton Wilson (Complete) After reading all three parts I can say, with confidence, that I have no idea who 90% of the characters are. Maybe it’s the similar names (John, George, Joe, etc.) or that every character talks like a philosophy student, but I just couldn’t separate them from each other. The plot and illuminati stuff was fun, but I’d seen so many great reviews and high praise that I was expecting it to be more fun.

Richard Stark's Parker: The Hunter by Darwyn Cooke (Complete) Darwyn Cooke’s effortlessly cool style elevates Stark’s pulp story to something that walks the line between classy and cruel. A murderous criminal is a tricky lead to follow but somehow you still want to see how it all shakes out. If you dig this first book then I recommend getting all 4 of Cooke’s interpretations of Stark’s work.

Scott Pilgrim Vol. 6: Scott Pilgrim’s Finest Hour by Bryan Lee O’Malley and Nathan Fairbairn (Complete) Still love this series after all these years and rereading them in color has been great. I still think the “glow”, as a twist/reveal, doesn’t really work and is somewhat convoluted, but it’s one misstep in what’s a consistently great run. The color version only adds to the quality of the book.

Dragon Ball 3-in-1 Vol. 2 by Akira Toriyama (Complete) This is the sort of light-hearted, good-natured comic I like to read around the holidays. There’s just something about a world where a criminal organization can be a mix of humans, bears, and a monster made of jelly that feels right, you know?

……….AUDIO……….

Song Exploder (Podcast) I’ve only listened to a handful of episodes so far but it’s really giving me a new perspective on music and the craft that goes into composing! I recommend starting with songs you like and then expanding from there.

……….GAMING……….

Neverland: A Fantasy Role-Playing Setting (Andrews McMeel Publishing) A small seasonal interlude! I’ve posted a longer recap on Reddit but the group has temporarily resolved the issue of the island flood and have moved on to an escaped Fairy causing wintery havok and significantly dropping the overall island temperature.

D&D Homebrew Adventure (Menace of Merlin) And so concludes the adventure! I think I could’ve made the final showdown against Merlin a little more climactic, but live and learn. Now we’re taking a break as the group makes up new characters to play in this world!

And that’s it! We did it! Goodbye 2020 and here’s to a bigger and brighter 2021!

Happy Thursday!

#Monthly Media #Rambles #Kolbisneat #Andrew Kolb

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hecohansen31 · 5 years ago

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May I request smut prompts 11 "I heard shower sex is dangerous, but right now, I’m willing to take the risk." and 13 "You’re so much fun to touch.", with Ivar, please? 😊

(A/N): Hello there, lovelies!

I hope you’ll like this, I used the Tinder Date! AU (hence I am tagging @youbloodymadgenius) and I hope that isn’t a problem, but if it is just let me know and I’ll rewrite this!

Have a nice day!

WARNINGS: Mention of Sex, Men Being Pigs, Hvitserk Being A Pig, Moving in Together.

Moving in with the love of your life felt damnably strange.

Although it was a formality since you had basically started living with Ivar three months in your relationship, casually dropping over at his place, even when he wasn’t there, mostly because you and Hvitserk would either be playing videogames or you’d cook for the forever-food-hungry boy.

‘Sometimes I wonder if I am your favorite of the two’ had mumbled once Ivar, who dreaded your closeness with his brother, although it would get him half of the time free meals, which he appreciated (if Hvitserk left him something).

And it was one of the reasons why he had suggested you two moving together.

‘Think about all the space we’d have for ourselves, without empty boxes of food or used condoms’ he had suggested one night, as you were watching ‘Criminal Minds’ at his house, on the small empty place without food and other strange stains on the sofa.

‘Oh that isn’t because of Hvitserk, it’s because you men are pigs’ you had replied and had even grunted, making Ivar tickle you, as you tried to stop him without too much conviction, and he almost laid you down on the dirtied sofa, making you shriek in disgust, as you gripped tight on him.

‘Say that you’ll move in with me’ although his tone was jokingly, his eyes had meant it, staring at you attentively as you gripped tight on his shoulder ‘… or I’ll drop you and let you figure out whether it’s yogurt or…”.

‘This is not fair’ you complained, as you moved an hand in Ivar’s hair, gently pulling on them as he moaned softly ‘… you aren’t giving me much choice’.

‘… because you shouldn’t think about it too long’ he commented, faking a harsh glare ‘… think about all the good sex we are going to have, all alone, without Hvitserk or Elaine barging in’.

He was still mad at that time Elaine had barged in your room, although you had evidently told her not to come home before six, to steal your sweater, making you and Ivar stop your ‘love-making’, wished you ‘good night’ and then moved away, disrupting the mood.

For the amount of two hours and then he was back at it like a rabbit.

‘I can’t believe that I changed you in a sex gremlin’ you joked softly, as he instead looked at you with a annoyed glance, although you could feel his eyes lowering themselves on your body, as he lowered you even more, making you yelp out ‘… ok ok, I am moving in with you’.

‘Are you serious?’ he had asked so so suddenly, growing serious as he gently tightened his hold onto you, bringing you upright in his arms.

‘Nope’ you had blurted out in his face, giggling lightly as he immediately dunked you ‘… I was joking! I was joking!’.

‘If I am a sex gremlin, you are a mean faerie’ he replied, keeping you slightly dunked this time against a small stain of what was definitely pizza, rotten from weeks of disinterest ‘… don’t play games with my heart: would you, mean faerie, move in with me?’.

‘Of course’ you had mumbled on his lips, as you had brought him in a sealing kiss.

And six months later you were finally resting after the mess of boxes you had had to unpack (with the awful help of Ivar’s brothers and Elaine, you were still disgusted on the flirting that had been going on between your old roommate and Bjorn), as you both tried to set up a small table on the ground since most of the furniture would be coming in tomorrow.

It was a rather funny thing and it was an amazing adventure.

You were actually thankful that he had suggested it.

Ivar was slouched down on the floor, as you tried to put a small tablecloth on a full box, putting on it the take-out boxes.

“… if anybody had told me that it would have been that bad to move an entire house, I would have paid somebody to do it” he mumbled softly, as he tried to get up, eventually accepting your help “… Gosh, don’t you have sweat in places it shouldn’t be”.

“… babe… don’t talk about your sweat kink in front of my burrito” you retorted softly, as you batted his hand away from the tortillas “… hey you don’t get any, after you didn’t do anything to stop the Elaine-Bjorn’s train”.

He laughed softly, and eventually you allowed him to gently eat a few of your chips, as you both talked about what remained to be done.

‘… thank God the bathroom is all set up” mumbled Ivar as you both finished your small dinner “I need a shower”.

“I need one too” you commented, looking at the late hour and realizing that you’d have to wake up early tomorrow “… what about we save water and we share one”.

“You know that in movies it always results in shower sex?” joked Ivar, although you could already see the familiar blush starting from the back of his neck, only worsening as you dropped down to kiss his neck “… and real shower sex sucks, even more when your partner is a cripple”.

“I also heard shower sex is dangerous, but right now, I’m willing to take the risk” you giggled softly, kissing up his ear, as you gently hugged him from behind, dragging your hand through his sweaty shirt, as you gently raised it, revealing that happy trail of black hair, you loved so so much “… and we have a very sexy bathroom chair you”.

He turned around to send you a ‘seriously’ look, but it didn’t hold his usual bitterness, as it always did when his disability was brought up.

Slowly with you, all those insecurities had washed away in your inner and stupid jokes.

“…you have the weirdest kinks” mumbled Ivar as you dropped an hand in his pants, making him hiss at the sudden contact, finding him hot and ready for you.

“And you…” your lips laced in a soft hickey on his neck, before biting the abused skin “You’re so much fun to touch”.

#Ivar #Ivar The Boneless #Ivar Reader #Ivar The Boneless Reader #Ivar x Reader #Ivar The Boneless x Reader #Ivar Imagine #Ivar The Boneless Imagine #Ivar Fic #Ivar The Boneless Fic #Ivar Drabble #Ivar Ask #Ivar Blurb #Ivar The Boneless Drabble #Ivar The Boneless Ask #Ivar The Boneless Blurb #Ivar Moodboard #Vikings

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alilbihh · 5 years ago

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summary: "take me to your leader.“ you couldn’t believe it. this man was otherworldly in all sense of the word. "well I hope you’re hungry, my dude, we’re going to visit the king of burgers.”

Planet A3022 is on the brink of extinction. with little to no females there to repopulate and its king not interested in any one of them, he assigns one of his most trusted men to retrieve a female suited to his tastes willing enough to take his hand in marriage. things go haywire once the man in question crash lands into the considerably non technological Planet EA4728 with you there as witness.

genre: fluff, humor (??), angst, highkey crack, poly!au, alien!au

pairing: alien!taehyung x reader x alien king! ??

The man curses in his native tongue, careful not to raise his voice, his temper. He has to remain cool-headed if he is to survive. He grips the rotational controls tighter, palms sweaty as is his back and forehead and shit shit- he's just sweaty all over he's just gross and could really just use a shower.

He jerks the rotational joystick in his grasp to the side just in time, laser beams firing overhead. They hit the comets and/or asteroids instead, resulting in a rain of heavy masses of metals and rocky material drilling holes into the spacecraft made by hand by a group of his kind's top engineers, yet despite that the man is almost sure it's barely even dented its heavy walls. It was made to sustain large amounts of damage. It was made for war, not for speed.

He hadn't raced in a while. And when he had, it had been for fun, back in his training days. This time he couldn't afford to lose. Though with a spacecraft of this size, it didn't seem like he was going to win, either.

He curses again when a particularly massive chunk of rock hits the front of his ship, red warning signs blaring at him immediately from all sides, robotic voices warning him of danger, danger, danger. It's not a big problem, he reassures himself. He doesn't have time to fix it, anyway, not when he's being chased. Though the chase being partly his own fault to begin with. He was being careless, falling asleep when he wasn't supposed to. The ship had been set to auto-pilot, its destination already inputted into the system, but that doesn't mean he was free from danger.

Stupid, stupid. Now he will never gain his king's trust again. He won't have much need for it if he's dead, though.

His breath catches in his throat as he approaches a considerably no-name planet. He'd bought time by firing at his pursuer's viewfinder, but it would only be a matter of time until they find him again. Chewing at his lower lip, he releases a breath as he rapidly inputs a code, praying to whichever higher deity that might be listening for him not to die- for him to please, please not die or, even worse, be found by the civilization he’s literally about to crash into.

"Emergency landing set to planet EA4728."

"Any fives?"

"Go fish."

Jin grumbles mutely, passive aggressively snatching a card from the deck spread over the floor. You snicker, even as he kicks your shin, not discreet in the slightest. The man beside him snorts, so he kicks his shin, too.

Jungkook looks smug from where he sits beside you, raking a hand through his hair with his empty hands. Cardless hands, in fact. You were still stuck playing this mind numbing game with Jin. "Nines?"

"Go fish."

You grin when you end up picking up a nine, leaving Jin to whine at your cheeky expression. You were never good at the whole poker face thing. Jungkook likes to boast that he's won because of his mastering of it, despite this game being entirely based on luck. You curse him inwardly.

Jin clears his throat. "...got any fives now?”

"Still no."

A large intake of breath, followed by a yell of indignation— "This-" Jin starts, slamming his cards onto the pile on the floor, "-Is dumb." You watch in odd fascination as the older man goes to stand up, ending up hitting his head on the counter before letting out a yelp and then, only then do you remember where the three of you are. Shuffled, cramped, hidden under the check-out counter of Jin and his boyfriend’s shared flower shop, away from the customers' prying eyes.

Jungkook is straight up cackling beside you as the other male falls on his bottom, holding his head in his hands, and you're laughing even as your hand ends up brushing against the mustard-stained paper on the floor that once held Jin's sandwich. But you're happy and they're happy, so you wipe your hands on Jin's apron without hesitation.

You stand up, eyeing your surroundings, thankful for Jin's sake that there were no customers around to witness the unfortunate occurrence. You eye the poppies and roses and flowers you don't know the name of, the low hanging vines that grow along the ceiling, the smell of comfort and familiarity. You'd draw this if you could. Exactly this, an awash of greens and blues and oranges.

"Hyung how much longer until your shift ends?" Jungkook asks as he stands up beside you, placing a delicate finger over the bobby headed maneki neko on the counter. "I'm hungry and had to watch you eat your sandwich and it was, quite frankly, the worst experience of my life."

"You ate half of my fries." Jin says at the same time you say, "You ate half of his fries."

Jungkook's doe eyes that already scream innocence are now gleaming in betrayal. Why did his eyes have to be so big and open and honest. As if he doesn't already attract the attention and the protective instincts of anyone within a fifteen foot radius of him.

"I did not." Jungkook whines as you and Jin exchange looks. "I don't wanna hang out with you two anymore. I'll get a boyfriend, surely he'll appreciate me more."

"The whole gremlin vibe you have going on doesn't exactly give you much sex appeal." You say with a snort.

Jungkook makes a noise of indignation before, promptly, punching at Jin's stomach, the man letting out an unappealing oof before yelling—"What did I do?!"

The moment is (thankfully) interrupted by a tired Hoseok trudging out the backdoor, scratching at his chest. You step out to greet him, turning your back to the chaotic duo, immediately regretting it as you hear Jin mutter a "I dare you to put your hand in there."

The man, his arms already spread out in greeting, squeals out a "Y/nie!" the same time you squeal out a "Hoseokie!" before you promptly wrap your arms around his back, squeezing the life out of him, as he deserves. The man has it hard enough already.

When you two separate Jin and Jungkook are already behind him, Jin whining out a "Y/n, stop hogging my boyfriend" as he presses a kiss to the man's cheek. Jungkook is just hovering beside them with a look that screams ew, when will my dads get a room. Three seconds later he says "Gross, not in front of the baby."

"I thought you said you were an adult?" Hoseok mutters, amused.

"Not me, dumbass, I'm talking about Y/n!"

You could barely even open your mouth to argue before Hoseok continues with a playful sort of warning to his voice, "That's dumbass-hyung to you, brat." Jin shakes his head, patting his boyfriend's chest reassuringly, or maybe he just wanted to feel up his pecs. Pilates has been treating Hoseok well. Jungkook moves to pat the other (platonically, as all bros do). Hoseok doesn't move at this point, unfazed.

Your voice is flat, eyes narrowed at the scene. "Are we gonna, like, go or something?"

It takes a while for all four of you to clamber into the car, Hoseok in the drivers seat and Jin beside him, you and Jungkook on the back seats like children being taken on a road trip by their two chaotic dads. Hoseok had to have closed up shop first and foremost, saying goodbye to the flowers and kissing the ones he likes the most, particularly the peonies. Jin had only stared, used to it after working and (almost, you’re still waiting for the talk), living with the man for so long, occasionally checking the time on his watch for comedic effect.

Now you're all in a comfortable silence, the radio sometimes going from soft and relaxing music to Fergie or something but you don't mind, only watching the world go by from your window. Hoseok's voice cut through the silence only twice, first to ask if you were all going to his and your shared place and the second to ask Jin if he was gonna cook or if he should order pizza or something. (The first ended up being a firm yes, the second with Jin saying something along the lines of "Jungkook has a semi-healthy lifestyle and Y/n asked me if i wanted to grab dinner at one in the morning. I'm making spaghetti.")

You don't know how that agreement led to you being sprawled face-down on their couch, no food in sight. Hoseok and Jin disappeared a while ago and Jungkook suspected it was for less than innocent purposes but that can't be right, Jin never makes out with an empty stomach; Hoseok has said it, Jin himself has said it, it's a well known and not very interesting fact. You should have left with Jungkook for kebabs. What were you thinking. Damn Jin and his really good spaghetti sauce.

You sit up so quick it gives you whiplash, opening the door to your and Hoseok’s comfy apartment resolutely. "I'm leaving!" You don't expect much of a response, but you hear a thump somewhere around the bathroom area, so you take that as answer enough.

The brisk air hits you all at once as you walk outside, and you shiver before aggressively rubbing your arms for some kind of warmth. You didn't really think this through. You decide to walk forward with no jacket and no destination, letting your feet take you to wherever your heart desires.

The man stays strapped to his seat as he goes through the planet's atmosphere, fingers digging into the armrests. He grits his teeth, watching as the blur of shapes and colors starts gaining form into trees and cities and life, and with the force of gravity pushing him back, he can't even lift his arms to steer the spacecraft into a space further away from the cities, for both their safety and his own.

He can only watch helplessly as he gets closer and closer, hoping and wishing and praying that he doesn't end up hurting someone, that he doesn't end up dying, himself. He's about to make a risky decision, he knows.

"My king-" he draws in a breath, squeezing his eyes shut, all too familiar faces coming into view, even from so so far away. "Forgive me."

"Hoseok- oh! ah!"

"Sit still, you moron." Hoseok rolls his eyes, a fond smile creeping upwards against his will. "The kids are waiting on us."

"But i'm in pain." the younger male's massages turn into pinches at that, and Jin sits up startled with a yelp.

Hoseok pats the older's back, "Feeling better?"

“Yeah, thank you.” Jin says with a sigh, relieved his muscles aren't aching anymore. “I wonder what else you can do with those hands, ey-”

Hoseok slaps him upside the head as he passes by, searching the hallway with furrowed brows. "Where'd they go?"

"Huh? they're gone?" the older hums, creeping up behind the other with wide eyes, rubbing behind his head with a barely contained pout. "Maybe they finally collapsed from hunger?"

Another slap upside the head. "They're fine."

You were not fine.

You were cold and hungry and, quite frankly, lost. Nothing around you looked familiar, and you could barely see anything with how dark it was. Not only were you cold and hungry and lost, but you were also stupid, not knowing from which direction you came from. You squint at the dimly lit streets, lampposts flickering as you walked past.

This was, like most things, probably Jungkook's fault. But he was with kebabs and you were in the middle of nowhere, so there was not much you could do except curse at the skies.

The Seoul skies are dark and cold and there are never any stars to be seen, just pitch black, airplane lights tiny and bright flickering across it deceiving enough for you to think it's a star, and you watch with dull eyes as the light flickers until it disappears from sight.

You reminisce on the days back at Busan, tiny Jungkook and tiny you climbing onto the tree in the backyard to get to the roof, arms spread and back pressed uncomfortably to the tiles, the stars and the moon so close, as if you could touch them if you were to reach out. You'd sit there and talk about nothing and everything and sometimes you'd laugh and sometimes you'd cry and there was this one time you straight up fell off roof (you were fine, but he'll never let you live past that), and sometimes Jungkook would sing even past the occasional puberty cracks in his voice.

You sigh at the empty sky, figuring it's late enough to be considered dangerous and that you should at least attempt to find your way back to Hoseok and Seokjin's until a Definitely Not an Airplane flickers in your peripheral vision.

You squint, eyeing the little light in the sky as it flies across your vision. A gasp catches itself in your throat, small smile twitching up your features, the thought of seeing a shooting star for the first time in so long enough to have your heart beat faster. As you're about to close your eyes and make a wish (despite your consciousness telling you how lame it is), your brows furrow as the shooting star continues flying through the sky. Or rather, straight down, getting continuously bigger and brighter as it approaches.

Your eyes widen as the light slowly growing closer gains shape, not one of an airplane or a meteor or anything explanatory that could have fallen from the sky, but something you couldn't possibly identify, even as it grows closer and closer as the seconds tick by. You're left to watch, dumbfounded, as the unidentified flying object is only seconds away from hitting you, and in a split second decision you’re shielding your arms in front of you in a meek attempt to protect yourself, eyes shutting tightly. Oh god. You’re going to die.

When you manage to peel your eyes open again, a few ways away is a pod of some sort, floating only inches off the ground. A metal container, taller than the average person, spacious enough to fit the average person. And there was indeed a person- a person- inside of it, sitting in a suspiciously comfortable looking armchair, hands gripping the armrests and his eyes closed.

Let's set the scene: you're in a deserted one-way street, the flickering of the lampposts above only serving to creep you out even more, an unknown yet oddly handsome man that just fell from the sky only a few ways away, in the middle of the street.

The pod's door slides open.

You jump, eyes and brows comically wide and you would have laughed in any other situation. Against your own volition, you eye the man, nearly forgetting to think beyond breathing at his appearance. He's very much the picture of otherworldly you're starting to suspect he is, jaw sharp and hair still well maintained despite what it looks like it's been through (going through the atmosphere, you remind yourself). His clothes look to belong to someone of importance, despite the torn and dirty shape it's currently in, all perfectly cut and fitted garments and expensive looking fabrics.

You don't have time to think about much beyond that before the man's eyes snap open, flickering towards you almost immediately. Your breath hitches.

With a large yet shaky step, the man steps out with his hands gripping at the pod's walls for balance, not breaking eye contact for even a second, staring with half lidded eyes. He steps out. One foot, then the other. You can do nothing but stare, blinking rapidly to ensure this is all real, that Jin didn't finally snap and poison your food to have you hallucinate. He's about three large steps away from you before he speaks.

"Earthling!" he starts, pointing an accusing finger at you, and you're more than aware of how deep his voice is. "State your gender and sexual preference!"

"what."

You feel like you've made some sort of terrible mistake.

a/n: hello lads!! this is the first installment of this series, feel free to tell me your thoughts! lmk if there are any mistakes lmao,, thanks for reading!!

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meganshinsou-tm · 5 years ago

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Vermilion. (m)

↳ chapter four: move in day

❧ genre: pro-hero’s bakugou/kirishima, poly, happy ending

❧ chapter warnings: none

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You looked back into your apartment, devoid of all its furniture and decorations. It was a somewhat sad feeling, but you were more than ready to get out of the shabby place and start your next adventure.

“Alrighty mama, looks like we’re good to – uh are you okay?”

That cheery and raspy voice you’d notice anywhere came from behind you, making you turn around with a smile.

“I’m great Red, just saying goodbye to this dump.”

Kirishima smiled and nodded, wrapping an arm around your shoulder as he stood beside you; in return you wrapped an arm around his waist. “Well I’m ready when you are, Bakugou should be off work by now and waiting for us, so what do you say we go home now?”

You smiled at his words. Once you walked out of this apartment, a new adventure would begin as you would now share a home with your two closest friends which you were more than ready for. You finally looked up to Kirishima and squeezed his side, making him smile that sharp toothed smile that made his eyes crinkle.

“Okay Red, let’s go home!”

You arrived at your new abode, a gasp escaping your lips and making Kirishima smile. You’ve never been to the pairs place before, so you didn’t know what to expect. They lived in a nice and upscale part of town in a quaint little neighborhood. Their home was two story and modern looking, it was beautiful. Much bigger than your little one bedroom apartment, so you weren't sure how you'd adjust to living in such a spacious home.

Kirishima got out of the moving van and walked over to your side, opening the door for you and taking your hand to help you down from the tall vehicle. Once you were on the ground, he went to release your hand but the second you felt him do so your fingers interlocked with his forbidding him to let go. He looked at you with a tilt of his head and a slight pink on his cheeks.

“I’m sorry, I’m just nervous for some reason,” you replied looking at your feet.

He smiled and squeezed your hand in his making you look back at him.

“Don’t be (Y/N), this is your home now and we’re gonna do everything we can to make you feel comfortable and get settled in! Now come on, we’ll show you around first then get to unpacking your things!”

He started towards the door and you followed along, not once did he let your hand go. Once inside the two of you found Bakugou sitting on the couch, going through his phone. He looked up to see you two hand in hand, and you swore you saw his eye twitch.

“Hey Bakugou, wanna help give (Y/N) a tour of the house?”

The blonde clicked his tongue and rose from the couch, agreeing to tag along.

The tour started in the living room, then into the kitchen. “You can just put the dishes you brought with you in the cabinets with ours. We also cleared out a drawer in the fridge and a shelf on the freezer side for you to use as your own. One of us will take you grocery shopping later okay?”

You smiled and nodded, going along as Kirishima lead you to the laundry room, Bakugou following closely behind with his hands in his pockets. In the laundry room Kiri showed you where all the detergents and products were located, which happened to be in a cabinet above the washing machine and it was way out of your reach.

“Uhm, guys I’m not giants like you!”

Bakugou chuckled behind you and leaned down to your level, placing his head on your shoulder. “Looks like we’ll have to get the baby a stool to use when we aren’t around Kiri.”

You narrowed your eyes at the blonde whose cheek was grazing yours. A smirk grew on your face before you turned and quickly licked his cheek making him jump back and growl. Bakugou wiped his skin clean with disgust, “You fucking little gremlin. Don’t forget I know where you sleep now!”

You threw your head back and laughed.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time Baka-gou,” you teased and winked at him. His eyes definitely started to twitch now and the two of you went back and forth at each other. Kirishima looked down and rubbed the bridge of his nose.

“I’m living with children,” he thought to himself and stood between you, hands waving. “Alright fam, break it up. Let's move on upstairs.”

You and Bakugou followed behind him, nudging each other with your elbows along the way as you walked up the stairs. You then came to a hall and stopped.

Kirishima motioned and spoke, “Down the left side is my room and bathroom, and on the other end is your room and Bakugou's room and your bathroom.”

Bakugou scoffed, “I didn’t agree to share a bathroom with this brat, it’s bad enough I have to be across the hall from her.”

You rolled your eyes, “I don’t have anywhere else to live, I don't have anywhere else to live,” you chanted over and over in your head.

“Okay then, I don’t mind sharing with her. It may be inconvenient to be at the other end of the hall, but what’s mine is yours mama!”

You smiled at the red-head, at least someone seemed happy to share a roof with you.

“Thanks Red, now where is my dojo!”

Kirishima chuckled and nodded at Bakugou, gesturing him to lead the way. The blonde let out a dramatic sigh and turned on his heels, walking towards your end of the hall and opened a door.

“Bakugou checked to make sure all the lights and electrical was still good, since no one has even stayed in this room. I’m sorry if it’s annoying but you have a skylight. If you want, we’ll help you put something up to cover it later.”

Kirishima and Bakugou both leaned on either side of the frame, letting you walk into the room and have a look around. The floor was hardwood, like the rest of the house, and the walls were painted an emerald green, it smelled fresh too.

“Did you guys paint in here?”

They both nodded, Kirishima rubbed the back of his neck and Bakugou looked anywhere but at you before he spoke. “I noticed that green was your favorite color and the walls were a head splitting white, so I fucking figured why not. Sorry if it still smells like paint.”

You smiled and nodded, looking around at the room again, “No, it’s fine. I love the smell of paint actually.”

The roof was slanted at an angle on one side on the room, and just like Kiri said, there was a big skylight window. It filled the room with lots of natural sunlight. You walked over and stood under it, looking up to see a clear view of the sky, it was beautiful.

“Don’t worry about this guys, it’s perfect! I’m gonna put my bed right here, I’m sure it’s breathtaking at night!” You mentioned, still looking up with a smile full of wonder.

The two men gazed at you, both with half smiles, thinking about how they could say the same about you. When you turned back around to see them staring at you, blush tinted your cheeks. You smiled though and crossed your arms behind your back, “So shall we unpack?”

After about 30 minutes, all your belongings were now in the house. Your two friends unloaded your bed and set it up for you, exactly where you wanted it, they unloaded your dresser and end tables too. You were now in your new room, unloading clothes into your dresser and closet, stocking your small bookcase, hanging up your pictures and posters, arranging and stacking your collection of figures, then moved on and made your bed. You plopped down on the cushion and sighed, looking up at the now red and orange sky as the sun was starting to go down.

A knock came at your door. You yelled for the person to come in, not once moving from your spot, eyes staying where they were.

“All settled?” Kirishima asked as he sat down on the bed beside you.

You turned your head to look at him and smiled. “Yes, I am. Thank you so much for your help Red. I really appreciate it!”

You sat up and faced your friend as you crossed your legs and held out your hand to him. He gladly took it in both of his, one of his thumbs brushing over your wrist. The simple gesture made you smile and had butterflies going crazy in your stomach.

The red-head was softly smiling as he looked at your small hand in his large one, he wasn’t complaining, he’s only ever wished to hold your hand in his for a while now and he loved how soft your skin was against his rough calloused skin. The more time he spent with you, the more he’d fall. When Bakugou told him about the problems you had been having he felt terrible and agreed with the blonde that you should move in with them. Kirishima saw where you lived and it was in a bad neighborhood. He never doubted that you couldn’t look out for yourself but it still worried him. Now that you were under the same roof as him, he felt relieved and comfortable, because now he and Bakugou could protect you.

You were looking at him with those wide eyes that became the one thing he looked forward to seeing every morning at work. It made him melt when you looked at him the way you did now. So sweetly and as if you share the same feelings he did.

“It’s nothing (Y/N) really. I look forward to you living with us and spending more time with you. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask!”

You nodded and took your hand back as you leaned closer towards him, practically on your hands and knees and placed a kiss on his cheek. Kirishima felt a blush spread across his entire face, matching the same vibrant color of his hair, butterflies fluttering in his stomach.

“Let me cook for you guys tonight! You both did a lot to help me move today, especially you. So I’ll make Bakugou take me to the store, I’m sure he’d love to!”

The red-head laughed and rubbed the back of his neck, “Okay mama, just try not to kill each other please!”

The two of you got up, Kirishima letting you know he was going to shower while you were gone, this time he kissed your cheek before turning and walking off. You smiled at him, humming with glee and skipping down the stairs to the living room to find Katsuki. He was back on the couch and watching TV, until he saw your frame walk into the room and looked over briefly before his eyes went back at the screen. You sat down beside him, your shoulder bumping into his and making him growl.

“What do you want?” He asked with a curled lip, his tone not matching his ‘don’t fuck with me look’ though.

“For you to take me to the store, I want to cook dinner for you two tonight.”

You were looking at him, but he didn’t bother to look at you as he made a face.

“Why do I need to take you? Make Shitty Hair do it, you seem to have him wrapped around your pretty little finger today.”

Bakugou practically hissed the words at you, there was a hint of jealousy and attitude in them. You pouted, looking down and rubbing your thumbs together.

“Well he’s taking a shower and I wanted you to take me, I have an idea of what foods Red likes, but not you. Plus, aren’t you the one that checked everything in my room and paid enough attention to me to notice what my favorite color was? I’d say maybe I have you both wrapped around my pretty little finger Suki!”

The blonde rolled his eyes, knowing he had been caught and that you weren’t exactly wrong, but he wasn’t going to show you that. His head turned, eyes falling on you still pouting … fucking cute, damnit. And that dumb name that came out of nowhere, it shouldn’t have had his heart doing so many flips.

“Tch, whatever, I still didn’t hear a ‘please’ in that request of yours!”

After saying that, Bakugou felt you nuzzle your head under his arms and your arms and legs wrapping around him like a koala. He looked to see your staring up at him, your lips slightly pouting and your eyes wide and soft. “Please, please, Suki!”

"Oh, that was a dirty move," that look, it was too much and he found it way too adorable. Once again, you had him under your spell, with those lips that were now pleading for him. He growled in defeat and wrapped an arm around your back and placed a hand on your leg wrapped around him, as he stood up with you still attached to him. You smiled at him and kissed his cheek, knowing that you had won. It took him by surprise and made his cheeks and ears turn pink, he wanted to be mad at you, but you were gleaming at him, how could he get mad at that?

“Fine you little gremlin, but only because I’m feeling generous today and I’m hungry!”

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theonewiththefanfics · 5 years ago

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Hawkins’ Charm (Part 6/?)

Synopsys: They had gotten out of Hawkins. After all the shit that had happened, all the heartache and pain, Billy and the Reader had gotten away from that hellhole, building their life in California as he had dreamed. But when Max’s graduation rolls around and they go to celebrate, it’s as if the Upside Down was just waiting for all of them to return. And it has a bone to pick.

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x f!Reader; platonic!Steve Harrington x f!Reader

Genre: angst, lil bit of fluff

Warnings: blood, mentions of injuries and death, fighting, swearing, implied stuff, smoking

Word count: 3319

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT CONDONE BILLY’S ACTIONS AND THE THINGS HE’S DONE! THIS IS BASICALLY AN AU, WHEN REALLY LOOKING AT IT! SPOILERS FOR S3! READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION!

Billy’s grip was crushing as he held onto Y/N’s limp body who'd been sedated by Joyce and Hopper with a tranquillizer. It had been against every word of his, but he could only glare at them as he maneuvered her out of the house and towards the Camaro. Next to it stood a big van, it sides a rust-covered white and there were no license plates. “Place her in the trunk,” Hopper motioned with his head. Billy had to scoff, unconsciously hugging Y/N tighter. “I’m not placing her in the trunk, are you fucking insane?” “Just put her in the trunk, we don’t have time for this!” “She’s a human! She’s Y/N, not some roadkill!” Alex argued for his brother-in-law. “She’s that thing's slave right now!” Hopper raised his voice with each spoken word. “And we don’t want it to know where we’re going." A tense silence settled between the three men. In the back of Alex’s and Billy’s minds, they understood that Hopper cared for her, and he wanted the best, which would be not letting her sit in the car next to them and give away their position to the Mind Flayer, but they wouldn’t budge. “I’m not placing her in the trunk.” There was no room for a discussion. Billy had put his foot down. Hopper looked like he might burst, as he ran a hand through his thinning hair. Only then did everyone notice what he was wearing. Jim was adorned by what looked like a prison suit. It was dark grey, had tears and holes pretty much everywhere and didn’t smell too great. He’d gone through hell, and for a second, Billy’s heart twinged. But then he remembered him choking the life out of Y/N (even though he was doing it to save him and the rest), he still didn’t appreciate it. “Let’s put her in my car,” Nancy came as the savior, holding the brake cables in her hand. “I have an open trunk, so you can sit next to her and watch over.” “Fine,” Hopper replied earning a scowl from Billy. “But we need to put something over her head, so if she wakes up, the Mind Flayer doesn’t find out where we’re going.” Small grunts of agreement erupted around them, and even Billy couldn’t find anything to counter it, so with gritted teeth, he nodded, watching as Nancy opened the back of her car. Johnathan quickly rushed and slid underneath it to hook the cables back into place, and Joyce came out of the house with a large white piece of cloth and El’s black blindfold. “That is so not helping,” Alex mumbled, as Hopper put the pillowcase over Y/N’s head and tied the other piece of fabric around it as well. “Now it looks like we’ve kidnapped her.” Her blood-soaked shirt was not helping one bit. “Look, kid-“ “I’m eighteen.” “Look, kid,” Hopper gritted, losing his cool. “I know it’s your sister, and I know you care about her, we all do. But right now her comfort’s the least of our problems while the Mind Flayer is inside. Now, if you want, you can be my guest and announce to the Demogorgon and his little doggo army where we’re going, but if you want to keep your head on your shoulders, and save Y/N, this is what we have to do.” Alex and Billy had never wanted to punch someone more for being right.

“She’s gonna be okay. We’ve done this before,” Joyce gave the Californian a tight-lipped smile and patted his shoulder. “That does not make me feel any better,” Y/N’s brother mumbled but didn’t say anything else. He wanted to sit at the back with his sister, but when Billy laid her body down, it made him think she looked too much like a dead body, so he opted for driving with Joyce, Hopper, Robin, Lucas and Dustin in the van the ex-Chief had stolen when he had escaped. The rest consisting of Max, Billy, Johnathan, Mike, Will and El hopped into Nancy’s restored vehicle. “Hop, you said the Russians are back,” Joyce asked after he’d told them to drive to the local store. “What do they want… again? “I don’t know, world domination? It’s not like they talked about their big evil plan while torturing me.” She gulped, sharing a look with Lucas and Dustin, but didn’t say anything. “The Gate’s open,” Dustin announced. “Do you have any clue what they could want with the Upside Down? What did they want in the first place?” Hopper shook his head, turning down a hard left. “Whatever they think they can do with it, they’re wrong… it’ll kill them first and then us.” The next sentence threw everyone for a loop, as he stopped by where Joyce used to work at the convenience store. “We need a bunch of foil.” Mike’s eyebrows scrunched up as they all jumped out of their cars, El and Billy standing guard to keep an eye on Y/N and to deter anyone that might wanna know what’s up. “Why?” “Cause we wanna cook that bastard out of her.” Billy hadn’t smoked in years and now despised the smell and taste of the cancer sticks, but he hoped Y/N wouldn’t mind much if he did it just this once given as to what they were preparing to do. He looked through the back window and watched how Y/N’s chest rhythmically rose and fell. “It’s gonna be okay,” El’s voice made him turn around and look at the teenager. Billy’s mind played the memories of him trying to feed her to the monster four years ago in vivid detail. He remembered how gentle her touch on his cheek had been. How she had talked about the one time before Y/N that he’d been happy. She had helped him break out from the spell. “We’ll get her back. I promise.” Billy smiled. Somehow, he didn’t doubt her words. “Thanks.” El just shrugged. “She’s my friend too. I care about her. Besides,” she let out a small chuckle, “I miss Clara.” She’d met his gremlin only once, but the little blond-haired girl had taken a huge liking to El. Especially when she had made her dolls dance with her powers. Y/N and Billy had been very much so against her showing her telekinesis, but, later on, understood there’d be no harm in letting the two-year-old witness a little bit of magic. The sight as everyone exited the store with handfuls of tinfoil would’ve been almost comical, if not for the fact everyone knew what it was for. “Were to?” Before Joyce had left Hawkins with her sons and El, she had cleaned up Hopper’s old place a bit. Fixed the roof as best as she could and covered the furniture with some sheets, so that it didn’t seem like they’d left it without a care. It had been El’s home. Jim’s home. She couldn’t do that to them. Y/N didn’t stir once throughout the whole silent ride, and from time to time Billy had to doublecheck underneath the pillowcase if she was breathing. When her soft warm exhales greeted the back of his palm, he sighed in relief. The car stopped with a jolt, and everyone was up and running. Billy didn’t even heave a breath, so used to Y/N’s weight whether she wanted to have a piggyback ride or acted dramatically and made him carry her to their bed. Nancy, Johnathan and Will were carrying every heater they could find into the bedroom and given how the cabin was in the middle of the nowhere, and winters in Hawkins were not the kindest, there was quite a lot of them. “Is it gonna be enough?” Billy asked, placing Y/N down on what used to be El’s bed, and smoothed some hair out of his wife’s face. She looked so peaceful like that, he almost forgot what had transpired in the last twelve hours or so. “I don’t know, but it will have to be,” Hopper said and gave instructions to the rest of the Party as they laid out the foil along the walls and ground. “Cover the rest with sheets and everything you can find. Block out any markings she could see to identify where we’re at.” “We had less when Will…” Joyce started but didn’t finish the sentence, though everyone knew what she meant. “It worked then.” "It's just gonna have to work," Hopper said. They didn’t want to think about what they’d have to do if it didn’t. Billy and Steve were left to tie Y/N up on the bed, belts and ropes at their disposal. “When you think it’s tight enough, tighten it more,” Hopper stated and nailed a piece of sheet to the wall. “Yeah, I’d like for her to retain all her limbs, thank you very fucking much,” Billy snapped at the older man but did as he was told. The Mind Flayer was strong, and he remembered how much power he himself had. Granted, he’d been possessed for different reasons, but there was no doubt in his mind, once that thing figured out what they were doing, it would fight tooth and nail to remain in its current host. Hopper rolled his eyes and huffed, making sure that not even a sliver of light from the setting sun peaked through the fabric. “I think she’d much rather lose a hand than her life.” Together they brought every possible heater around the bed and plugged them in. It became almost unbearably hot in the span of a second, and Billy was happy for his open shirt and that he’d left his jacket in the car. Robin had helped Steve stoke a fire in the flimsy-looking fireplace and the flames that licked upwards added to the growing temperature. Y/N’s chest started heaving, and she stirred on the bed. A soft whimper escaped her mouth, and Billy saw how her clothes stuck to her chest. Her lashes fluttered open but quickly closed when a bright light above shone directly into her eyes. “Billy please, it hurts,” she begged tears slowly running down her cheeks. Or maybe it was sweat. Either way, he wasn’t happy seeing her face scrunched up in agony. “Billy,” she panted looking into his eyes. “Please.” He had to turn away from the sight before him. He couldn’t stand watching as she arched up from the bed, and the rope dragged across Y/N’s skin, burning a bright red line across her collarbones. The only marks he ever wished to see were from his fervent kisses, and this was so not it. “It’s not her talking,” Joyce reminded everyone, as she pushed one of the heaters closer. Their clothes were already clinging to their bodies, beads of sweat rolling down their skins, accompanied by the perspiration of stress. The foil had helped. A lot. It felt like they were stuck under the direct heat of the blazing sun, combined with an open fire. Which it kinda was. “Honey, please,” Y/N whined, trashing on the bed and lifting against the ropes. He saw her muscles flex and unflex and thought to himself it was a miracle they were holding her in place. "Bil-" she started, but he wasn't going to listen. Two hands slammed on each side of her head, and their eyes met. For a second, Billy was lost in her Y/E/C gaze, but then he looked at the black veins in her orbs. “Get out of my wife.” That was not the right thing to say, as it would seem he’d just pissed the Mind Flayer off. “You’re a shit husband, let alone a father!” Y/N sneered and then groaned as Max shoved a portable heater closer. “I’ve thought about leaving you so many times, it’s ridiculous.” Every word was laced with so much venom, it was like acid was being poured over his head. Alex grunted as Y/N tried to break free from the binds and had to hold her down. “Don’t listen to her!” “But every time I stayed,” she continued her verbal assault. “Out of pity. Because I knew no one else would. Not even your fucking mother wanted to stay around a piece of shit like you.” It took everything in Billy not to rip her out of that bed and slam her against the wall. He was just about to crack, when his eyes saw her veins turn completely black to the point the color could block out the moon in the sky at night. It wasn’t Y/N speaking, he reminded himself, it was the Mind Flayer. “You can’t take care of me or Clara; you don’t deserve us,” even in so much pain she was delivering a blow after blow to Billy’s heart. All of his self-control was now turned to not breaking apart as Y/N spewed his worst fears at him. No, not her! He reminded himself. It’s the Mind Flayer. “And I certainly won’t let you taint the three of us with y-“ She didn’t get to finish the sentence. Y/N’s back arched up from the bed, the belts digging into her skin leaving angry marks. Billy shut his eyes to block out what was happening. Instead, he thought of the times her back had lifted from the mattress while his head had been between her legs, or their hips had met one another’s in harsh thrusts. Not when a scream of pain tore through her throat as El used her powers to pull out the piece of Mind Flayer possessing her body, seeing as the heat alone wasn’t helping. Y/N was struggling back as if she didn’t want to let go of the demon in her body. For a moment El lost her balance. She had fought bigger things, worse things, but for some reason, this was the hardest battle yet. Maybe because she was trying to save her friend, yet, it seemed like she was doing more harm than good. Nancy had been hugging Johnathan from the moment Y/N had started screaming, but it wouldn’t stop. It just wouldn’t stop. His shirt was soaked not only from his sweat but her tears. She couldn’t lose another friend. “What are you doing?!” Billy yelled at her as she rushed to the open fire and pulled out a brightly glowing piece of metal. “I won’t let it win!” Nancy bellowed and thrust the burning hot poker in Y/N’s side. It was the last nail in the coffin. Black plumbing smoke propelled itself out of her from every possible place, making everyone who was near stagger back and away, as if being just in the proximity of it would infect them as well. But El didn’t let it escape. Her hand was outstretched, and a little stream of blood trickled down her nose, mouth and then chin. “Burn it,” she sneered as she held it in an invisible grip. Mike was right there with a can of old hairspray he’d found in El’s old room and a lighter Hopper had tossed him. Even in its separated form, the second bright red flames touched it, the Mind Flayer released a shriek, that made everyone else close their ears. Both Mike’s and El’s faces were scrunched up at the piercing sound, but they had to get the job done. And in two minutes there was nothing, but black flakes left that drifted to the floor like ash from the sky. The whole place turned completely silent; it was like the woods outside were holding their breath as well, not believing what had transpired in the old, half-broken cabin they were hiding from the rest of the town. “Benny’s,” a hoarse voice from behind them said. Billy whipped around and saw Y/N’s head lol to the side, eyes blinking and trying to adjust to her surroundings. “Dollface?” “Benny’s,” she mouthed again. “Are you-” he was beyond confused as he pushed the matted locks away from her sweaty skin but couldn’t help the astonished chuckle that escaped his mouth. “Are you hungry? Really?” “No, you idiot,” a horrendous cough rattled through her body as she tried to sit up but couldn’t because of her binds. “It’s where the Mind Flayer is. I don’t think it thought I’d make it, so it didn’t bother with hiding… there’s a whole tunnel system down there. I think they used it as storage and had products delivered that way… it’s a pretty cold place… and leads right to the lab…” A small voice from the very back of the room spoke up. “Y/N?” She smiled as Billy removed each rope and tie, and she opened up her arms as Alex barreled towards her and crushed her in a hug. “Hey shitbag, ya’ miss me?” Y/N whispered, her throat still very much so sore. “No,” he sniffled pushing his face in the crook of her neck. “Just didn’t want to be the one to tell mom you’ve been possessed.” “Sure,” she drawled out. “Just admit you fucking missed me.” “Why would I do that? I was so close to getting your car…” Y/N pulled back with her eyebrows scrunched up. “You do realize I’d rather have it chucked into the ocean than let you have it?” “What a great big sister you are,” Alex scoffed, but when he pulled away, there was an undeniable smile on his face. “Uh, I’m the best,” Y/N mimicked his tone, as she slowly sat up on the bed, Billy’s palm resting on the small of her back, as she did so. “I’m uh,” Hopper scratched at his neck making her look at him. Now when he was face to face with Y/N, instead of the Mind Flayer, the bruises on her neck were harder to swallow, especially since it was his handiwork. “I’m sorry about, you know… choking you and stuff…” “ ‘S okay,” she lifted her shoulders and dropped them as if it was an everyday thing she had to go through. “You had to do what you had to do… I’m glad you’re back, by the way. You know, just as a side note.” Hopper grunted and put his hand on El’s head, as the girl leaned into his side breathing heavily; a small smile played on her face as she looked at the other girl. “Yeah," Jim said. "I’m glad I’m back too.” Y/N looked around the room giving everyone shy grins and snorted when Steve and Robin waved at her, but when she saw Max pacing around the room, her lips turned down a bit. “You okay there, Maxine?” The redhead didn’t even react to being called by her first name, even though she despised it will all her being. “It’s just that… I don’t get it,” Max was biting her nails, and Lucas gently slapped her hand down. She’d already bitten them down to the skin during the whole ordeal, he didn’t want to see her rip them apart so hard they started to bleed. “Don’t get what?” Nancy asked, offering Y/N a towel to wipe the sweat and dirt and blood away from her face and arms. “Why would it want to kill you, apart from punishing Billy? Wouldn’t that, you know,” Max nodded vaguely, “kill the Mind Flayer? It made sense when he tried to kill Billy, seeing as he was the only one strong enough to go against it.” Everyone was looking at Y/N whose eyes had dropped to the floor. She couldn’t look at them. She knew why, it just wasn’t something she wanted to say out loud. “Because I wasn’t the main host…” Y/N finally sighed out after a moment. But when Billy asked who was, there was no way she’d meet the blue orbs that were like the ocean. She kept her gaze on where his wedding ring used to sit, only now realizing it was missing. “It’s your dad, Billy. Neil's the main host.”

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XCOM: Chimera Squad Character Trivia Masterpost

So with XCOM: Chimera Squad having been out for a bit of time now, I’ve come to love and appreciate every single member of the squad we got, so I went ahead and decided to take a look at everything possible we have on the gang. Between character bios, in-game dialogue and conversations, lines pulled from the config files, concept art, all coupled with my personal interpretation on the information given, I have tried to give a go at making a post with every detail of each character I found worth mentioning (in absolutely no particular order). So, enjoy! Also fair warning, it’s long, ayy

SPOILERS AHEAD While not too important in the great scheme of things in Chimera Squad’s story, do read at your own risk.

Terminal - China, 29 years old

Terminal lost her parents during the invasion of 2015. They were a factory worker and a cook. Afterwards, she escaped with her uncle to a relocation camp, who unfortunately died of disease the following year.

After this event, she was adopted by a doctor who lost her only daughter. It was her who inspired Terminal to become a combat medic. In a cruel turn of events, she was killed during a retaliation attack from ADVENT. It is said Terminal’s personality severely shifted after this.

Terminal keeps a photo of her deceased adopted mother in her locker.

She was originally rejected to join the Reclamation Agency, so she requested the use of psionic probes to prove her worth. She was then admitted in probationary period.

Terminal believes Verge is the only one in the team who truly understands her. Verge “knows” this.

Terminal wants to have a fight between hers and Patchwork’s GREMLINs, for “training purposes”.

Terminal nicknames Patchwork “Patches” on occasion.

Whenever Patchwork “smack talks” Terminal down, she expresses she’s “so proud” of her.

Terminal often eats Whisper’s lunches in the fridge, under the excuse that he doesn’t label them.

Terminal seems to know the Jabberwock, and perhaps other stories surrounding it, as she wished to hear Zephyr pronounce said word, likely out of Terminal’s mocking of her Australian accent.

Terminal claims to be the “biggest fan” of conspiracy theorist Floyd Tesseract’s radio show, You Should Have Believed, and is absolutely delighted to meet him. This is much unlike every other member of the team, who all seem to either disregard him, dislike him, or outright suggest he be captured.

According to Terminal, the restorative mist within her GREMLIN is “minty fresh”. It seems Cherub once sniffed it on accident.

Terminal seems to consider Verge’s singing to be “the second worst thing she’s heard all year”.

Whisper accuses Terminal of sleeping during their briefings. According to Terminal, she’s just “resting her eyes”, as well as her “ears” and “interest”.

According to Godmother, Terminal tenses up whenever she pulls the trigger of her gun. Terminal attempts to deny this, unsuccessfully.

According to herself, Terminal has always wanted a “heavily-armored entourage”.

Terminal doesn’t know what a vertipad is, and upon learning of it, she questions who calls them that way, thinking it “stupid”. Seemingly, everyone else on the squad calls them by their name without issue.

According to Terminal, she’s never gonna retire, she expects to just die some day in the field (five years at most). Afterwards she confesses that she’s no good anywhere else, suggesting that she has an issue in finding direction with her life. Godmother claims that she knows well what she means.

Verge - ~40 years old

Verge originally worked alongside Thin Men in order to infiltrate society and psionically control them to share good word of the Elders’ occupation of Earth. It was due to his constant exposure to human thoughts that gained him empathy.

He worked as a mole during the events of XCOM 2 and provided the Resistance with information, making him the only* known alien to aid XCOM during their war against ADVENT. (*Ethereal Asaru is theorized to have aided XCOM by merging with the Commander, and sometimes even implied, but it still remains devoid of official word about it)

Sectoids can mind-merge with someone in order to “taste” whatever they may be eating. He suggests doing this with Cherub by offering to go to a new restaurant that serves “authentic old world cuisine”, but only with Cherub’s own consent.

Sectoids, and Verge as an extension, seemingly cannot eat terrestrial meat and eggs, or “greasy” food as worded by Cherub.

On that note, it would seem Sectoids are also intolerant to jam, as it’s considered poison for them. It’s possible Godmother was aware of this fact, as she instead replaces “jam“ with “butter“ during a phrase pre-mission.

Verge recognizes his acts during the original invasion were wrong, and there having been worse alternatives don’t excuse his actions still, according to him.

That said, he doesn’t seem to want to talk about his part in it, when asked by Godmother if he regret any of it.

Verge finds butter delicious, though he also believes the consumption of “the churned remains of another lactating mammal” to be slightly disturbing.

Terminal seems to be “creeped out” by Verge’s Battle Madness ability. Blueblood similarly finds it unsettling, yet still appreciates the “breathing room”. Surprisingly, Torque seems to outright love it, and even requests Verge to have the enemy “dance”.

Cats apparently find Sectoids to be adversaries for undisclosed reasons as declared by Verge, yet according to Axiom, he’s seen “a lot of Sectoids with cats”.

Verge keeps a ramen shop sticker, as well as an excerpt of a ramen cooking magazine in his locker, suggesting either or both an interest in cooking and enthusiasm towards this particular dish.

It seems Verge was acquainted with conspiracy theorist Floyd Tesseract during the invasion, claiming that he was “just as insufferable“ throughout it as he is now.

Verge enjoys “messing” with Whisper whenever he makes a comm check, by instead listening to him psionically. Whisper at least appreciates the honesty.

Verge seems to respect and care greatly for the Archons, as he states they will never be slaves again, and that the Progeny will do them no harm. He becomes particularly angry when threatened by the terrorist faction.

Verge claims that he enjoys collecting old watches.

Godmother - France, 48 years old

Godmother lost track of her family during the 2015 invasion. She spent a year looking for them, with no result.

Godmother does not consider herself a leader, but rather a teacher. This is the case in her old job as a police trainer, as a member of the Resistance, and now as provisional member of Chimera Squad.

Godmother plans to retire soon, but has decided to stick around Chimera Squad to aid them until she feels they are truly ready.

Terminal seems to be an example of the above, with Godmother constantly guiding the former.

Godmother witnessed Cherub’s adoption papers under request of Headquarters. She also signed them in addition.

Godmother believes Cherub has a talent to “bring people together”.

Godmother seems to consider the Sacred Coil faction as “re-heated ADVENT propaganda”.

Godmother seems to be good with card games as she claims her hobby to be “bluffing” with them, after being asked by Cherub if she had any.

According to Verge, Godmother still does not trust aliens. However, she’s actively trying to do so, which Verge claims is enough.

On the same note, Godmother is said to not trust the world leaders after surrendering so quickly, suggesting over the years she’s lived with trusting issues around her.

According to Godmother, she was once pinned down in a bank of Paris for three days.

Godmother seems to enjoy crêpes, as she orders Terminal to “stop making her hungry” after the latter desired donuts and crêpes respectively during a mission.

Godmother seems to be proud of her French heritage, as she keeps a touristic poster of the Arc de Triomphe in her locker.

Alongside this, a photo of presumably Godmother herself and a long-haired blonde woman both in police uniform is present. Who this woman is is not disclosed.

Cherub - Estonia, 5 years old

Cherub belonged to a batch of ADVENT clones under the name of the Empty Cohort, who never got to receive the respective indoctrination.

After being discovered there, Cherub was only recently adopted by the two resistance members who originally found him in his ADVENT facility of origin, as they found themselves responsible for him and his safety. They fell in love precisely due to this, having married one year prior to the events of XCOM: Chimera Squad.

On the same topic, Cherub keeps a picture of himself and his parents in his locker.

Alongside the aforementioned picture, Cherub keeps a card celebrating his fifth birthday. It presumably comes from his parents, seeing he put it alongside their picture.

Cherub was originally a clone of Bellus Mar, former ADVENT Officer and leader of the Sacred Coil terrorist faction. Cherub seems to be concerned of his teammates believing something of Mar could potentially be present in himself, which Director Kelly assures is not the case.

Cherub believes that friendship cannot be forced on others, and is content with simply letting others know that they are not alone.

Despite this, his naturally innocent and naive attitude allows Zephyr to use him as a “practice dummy”.

Cherub used to pronounce DJ as “deej” before he actually heard it aloud.

Cherub believes that it would be normal that everyone voiced whatever was exactly in their mind, without having the need to hide anything. Verge reveals to him that rarely do people do so, and that they choose to hide many things for a number of reasons. Cherub believes it to be too much work to think about, so he’d rather say things as he actually means to say.

Cherub believes sunrise, waffles, laughter, and wood smoke to be important things of life.

Cherub doesn’t understand the protection of money. He believes it’s not as rewarding as protecting people.

According to himself, Cherub is “so bad” at riddles.

Cherub enjoys watching wrestling from the old world whenever he gets the chance to find it. Whisper offers to search some for him, however, still forbids him to actually compete in it.

Cherub enjoys making puns and, apparently, he was taught of them by Whisper, who seemingly now regrets his decision.

Patchwork - Mexico, 29 years old

Patchwork lost her legs and left arm during the invasion of 2015. ADVENT provided her with new ones as part of their propaganda plan.

It was Patchwork herself who orchestrated her escape from the ADVENT City Centers, in order to join the Resistance.

Patchwork doesn’t name her GREMLINs anymore, presumably as they usually tend to be destroyed, as per Cherub’s inquiry. She counts at least 25 destroyed GREMLINs, one in particular destroyed by a Muton

Everyone apparently hates the androids they use on reinforcements for undisclosed reasons. Patchwork is the exception, as she considers them “robot friends” who fill in when they cannot.

On that note, it seems Patchwork is very protective of any sort of Android, and even refers to those stolen by Sacred Coil as her “niños” (Spanish for children).

Contrary to common belief within the squad, Patchwork did not choose her callsign due to her own state. In Terminal’s words, it was due to her affinity at “slapping software together”, and that everyone who thinks otherwise is an idiot.

Patchwork sometimes wonders if she and Terminal should switch callsigns, under the reasoning that she “works with computer terminals”, while Terminal “patches people back up”.

On the same note, Patchwork claims Terminal’s mouth moves at “terminal velocity”. The latter finds this very amusing.

Patchwork seems to refer to psionics as some sort of “music”. Stating she enjoys the “tune” of Shelter’s psi abilities, as well as claiming that Progeny’s leader Violet’s own sounds like a “symphony”. Similarly, when failed to be mind-controlled she states she doesn’t enjoy that kind of “music”.

Patchwork believes the ADVENT Gene Therapy clinics should not have been outlawed, as she considers ADVENT themselves to be the ones to blame for what they did to humanity, not the “tool” itself.

Patchwork is seemingly not allowed to enter tech vaults anymore. According to her, it was due to her mistakenly pushing a particular button that started some form of countdown. Seemingly, Director Kelly was “nearly irradiated” due to this mishap.

According to herself, Patchwork doesn’t like to go dancing, though it’s most likely due to the fact she distrusts the people running clubs.

Patchwork seems to be close to both Lily Shen and Richard Tygan, as she keeps a photo of herself alongside them both in her locker (John Bradford and the Commander can be seen in the background, with the latter strategically concealed).

Having worked as an engineer in the Avenger during XCOM 2, coupled with their personal love of robotics, her bond with Shen is easily explained.

As for Tygan, it is presumed by many he was the man in charge of providing a young Patchwork with her first prosthetic arm and legs back during his ADVENT days, explaining their bond now both together as members of XCOM.

Axiom - Born within an invasion ship, 46 years old

Mutons are apparently issued pet cats to demonstrate their capacity for compassion. Axiom did not get one as he proved himself while saving human lives during the Bugtown Massacre under his own initiative.

Despite this fact, Axiom still seems to be greatly fond of cats, as he owns a sticker of one surrounded by hearts in his locker.

According to Axiom, Mutons had a “spiritual connection” with their starships, returning to it signified some form of “pilgrimage”. Axiom’s ship, however, was destroyed back in 2015.

On this topic and true Muton nature, Axiom is fond of the space as well. He keeps a poster of Earth’s solar system in his locker.

Axiom considers Blueblood’s choice of weaponry to be inferior and small. However, after Blueblood explains his strategy of it being so unnoticeable that enemies focus on Axiom instead so then the former can pick up on those distracted, Axiom praises his cunning and respects the strategy.

Axiom believes Claymore fights like a woman, in that he’s fearless, calm under pressure, and is an inspiration to squadmates to give their all. After claiming he learned much from his sister, Axiom praises her as formidable and wishes to meet her, despite her views on the current world.

Axiom is surprised Godmother managed to fight and survive during the invasion of Paris, in her homeland in France. According to Axiom, the mortality rate was extremely high. They soon decide not to continue the conversation.

Apparently, Axiom wishes new boots, as his current footwear seemingly “pinch his ankles”.

Both Axiom and Torque seem to agree that Andromedons are “the worst”.

According to Axiom, Gray Phoenix leaders Custodian Xel and Crew Chief Yarvo’s names are aliases, and starship dialect. Xel meaning “good route” or “safe passage”, whereas Yarvo means “newly forged” or “birthed in flame”.

Claymore - India, 32 years old

Claymore has an older sister that he apparently worked with alongside the Resistance. According to Claymore, she’s the one that taught him many of the things he knows. However, she also seemingly has not come to terms with the current state of the world, presumably the peace between humans and aliens.

Other than her, Claymore also seemed to have an older brother. He, alongside their mother, however, lost their lives during the 2015 invasion.

Claymore worked on the Avenger during the events of XCOM 2, disassembling recovered alien explosives.

Claymore appears to be religious, as he claims that prayer brings him peace of mind. As to what religion he follows, is not disclosed.

When asked by Verge how he attains the aforementioned peace of mind, Claymore also adds that he does exercise and that he allows himself to love the world and the people around him.

On that same note, Claymore states that he “never touches” caffeine.

Claymore seems to enjoy food overall, and also appears to be a good cook, as he brings enough fish curry he made for everyone upon his arrival.

He and Verge enjoy visiting ramen shops together, cataloguing the good and bad places. They plan to go to the recently opened shop U.F.Oodle.

Claymore and Torque seem to have a thing against each other, referring to the other as a “rebel goon” and a “despotic flunkie”, respectively. Whisper facetiously refers to their aversion as “young love”.

Torque - Siberia, 20 years old

Torque was offered to act as “opposing force“ in training of XCOM agents post-war. She accepted as she considered prison to be “boring“.

During these events, Torque formed a bond with then-Colonel Jane Kelly, who seems to be the only person Torque truly respects and appreciates. It was thanks to her Torque was admitted into the Reclamation Agency and Chimera Squad.

Torque is afraid of losing her friends, so she tries hard to push them away with her unwelcoming attitude. This is due to her fear of forming bonds, since they may not come back from a fight the next day. She is incredibly self-aware of this fact. Director Kelly offers to talk with her about it, which Torque accepts.

On that same note, Godmother claims that Torque does in fact care about getting her team’s respect and appreciation, a topic Torque evidently wishes to avoid.

Despite these facts, Torque seems to be keen on improving as a person, as her locker shows she owns a book under the name of Meditation for the Exceptionally Stressed.

Torque sees herself as an earthling, as she was born on Siberia in 2020.

Torque seems to have something against off-worlders, but it’s unknown if this is due to her attitude, guilt about her own actions during the war that she projects against others, or legitimate aversion against them.

Terminal seems to be absolutely thrilled whenever Torque uses her Tongue Pull with the former, with her exclaiming she wants to “go again”.

Torque seems to have a heavy disliking of Whisper for undisclosed reasons, under occasions having suggested him to perform a lobotomy, as well as telling him to “bite his tongue off and bleed to death” after he asks the team to bring him a “souvenir” from a Viper-themed mature bar.

After Whisper reveals himself to be Canadian, Torque claims Canadians taste like maple. Whether it’s her joking with Whisper or not is not confirmed.

Torque believes Codexes to be “insufferable show-offs”. On that note, she’s always believed they judged her with their “creepy glowing eyes”.

Torque seems to enjoy drawing, as she keeps a bunch of sketches in her locker, most notably of terrestrial creatures like dogs and frogs. But most importantly, she has one of Axiom in civilian clothing eating noodles, scribbled in it reads “I’m never eating anything else ever again” in Axiom’s perspective. Axiom himself keeps this sketch on his own locker, demonstrating he values it.

Also present on her locker seems to be a touristic poster of the northern lights, presumably Siberian, suggesting she’s fond of her birthplace.

Blueblood - United States, 34 years old

Blueblood managed to live a peaceful life with his family under City 31 during the ADVENT regime. Despite this, he helped others where he could, even members of the Resistance.

Blueblood seems to love and respect his father dearly, as he decided to continue the family tradition of being policemen. The former also keeps a picture of them both after a fishing trip.

On the same note, Blueblood seems to be a fishing enthusiast, as he keeps a poster of the various fishes near City 31.

Blueblood personally knows City 31’s Police Department’s Commissioner Maloof, and even seems to be on friendly terms with her, calling her by her first name, Halia.

Blueblood is seemingly concerned that Terminal seems to be far too eager to put herself into danger. According to her, it’s just that she understands the concept of ”acceptable risk”. Blueblood fears it’s a “death wish“.

Blueblood states that he would not shoot any of his teammates, not even with training purposes, after being asked by Cherub. He instead suggests him to use the ballistic mannequins they already possess.

Blueblood states that Godmother reminds him of his mother, in that she lead his whole family without ever taking charge herself, always pushing them enough to reach their potential. Godmother claims that Blueblood has exceeded his.

Blueblood’s mother passed away back in 2014 due to cancer, and the former claims that “this time of year” always hits him due to it (presumably somewhere between March and May). That said, he’s glad she never got to live to witness the invasion.

On this note, Shelter feels the need to comfort him after noticing something was wrong. Blueblood appreciates this.

Blueblood states that his father used to love heist movies, and the two of them watched them together.

According to Blueblood, ADVENT’s soldiers helmets are “stupid”.

Shelter - Chile, 36 years old

Shelter lived in a big family, but got separated from them during the 2015 invasion.

He was found and experimented on by ADVENT after discovering he had latent psionic potential, forcing him to kill and torture “criminals“ with his abilities. This affected him to the point of crying. He managed to escape from them afterwards.

Shelter is a proud farmer. He was taken in by the Resistance thanks to these skills, and in his locker he keeps a picture of a younger self standing in front of plentiful crops, as well as posters promoting new “delicious and nutritious” breeds of vegetables.

Shelter seems to enjoy chilli, as he was joyed to have some upon his arrival.

Shelter doesn’t like to read other’s minds, as evidenced by Cherub playfully asking him to read his, with Shelter claiming that he “would never” do so.

Shelter knew to some capacity of the Progeny’s leader, Violet. Upon his escape, he psionically contacted her during the event, but then lost connection. Presumably, she was yet to lose her mind due to ADVENT’s experimentations on her. He refers to this connection of emotions as a sort of “poem”.

Shelter is very fond of his squadmates, complimenting them whenever the chance is available, as well as exclaiming against enemies that he won’t allow them to hurt his friends.

Claymore seems to hate it whenever Shelter switches their positions with Relocate, as it makes him feel “queasy”. Blueblood similarly thinks it’s “freaky”. Cherub, on the other hand, consider it to be “so fun”.

According to himself, Shelter doesn’t like banks.

Shelter doesn’t understand why their enemies, in particular members of the Gray Phoenix faction, would be willing to die for their causes.

According to himself, Shelter’s teeth itch, or otherwise rattle, whenever there’s high spikes of power or energy. It’s unknown if this is normal in other human psions.

It would appear that Shelter has a crush on Zephyr, as the latter noticed his face turned red whenever she was around (which she mistook for anger). After discovering this, Zephyr does not seem to be visibly upset, but perhaps surprised, to which Shelter reacts with embarrassment.

Zephyr - Australia, 33 years old

Zephyr is not a clone unlike many former ADVENT soldiers. She presumably was amongst the first humans to be turned into hybrids and then brainwashed to follow the ADVENT regime, presumably similar to Sacred Coil leader Bellus Mar, off whom Cherub was cloned from. It is not known, however, if Zephyr was cloned at any point.

After being liberated the the Skirmishers faction, she joined their ranks and operated near City 31.

Zephyr seemingly does not want hammocks in HQ as per Patchwork’s desire to improve the place. Apparently, there was a mishap regarding this in the past.

According to herself, it seems Zephyr has “always wished” to go bowling.

At least visibly, Zephyr seems to not be too fond of Cherub, as she’s seen referring to him as “knock-off” on occasion.

According to Zephyr, “punch-a-bastard-in-the-face” day is a “roving holiday”, which she enjoys to celebrate.

Zephyr seems to refer to Patchwork as a “nerd”, as she stood by her words whenever the latter was offended by Zephyr’s accusation towards computer-savvy Gray Phoenix members.

Zephyr believes that she has no place in the Skirmishers (or anywhere) anymore as it began accepting more clones, and due to the fact of her not knowing of her own past as a human. Claymore expresses his profound disagreement, and even though Zephyr states it’s not as simple, she appreciates the words.

#XCOM #XCOM: Chimera Squad #Terminal #Verge #Godmother #Cherub #Patchwork #Axiom #Claymore #Torque #Blueblood #Shelter #Zephyr #Oh my god that WAS long

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Self Tober Prompt 25

Bowtie

Grillby/Reader

Who else could I have written about?

You would be lying if you said you didn’t like a well-dressed man. There was just something about well-tailored outfits that just made you swoon a bit when you saw them. Even better? When those well-dressed men got comfortable, pushing their sleeves to their elbow, loosening their tie, unbuttoning their shirt? Perfection.

But, you were totally not undressing your boss with your eyes. You were not imagining slowly loosening his bowtie and slipping it from his neck.

Not at all.

You were cleaning tables, taking orders, joking and laughing with the mix of monster and human patrons, and stoutly avoiding Sans. The little skeleton gremlin would be able to instantly know what you were thinking if he hadn’t already figured it out. Sans was very perspective.

A series of excited howls drew your attention away from the table you were cleaning up to see the wolf pack piling into the bar for their nightly game of poker. You smiled and greeted them all with pets and praise and instantly reciting their order, constantly moving so that Doggo could see you. With a slight deviation to their normal order, you picked up your tray full of dirty dishes and headed over to the bar.

“…normal order?” Grillby asked, placing a freshly cleaned glass down in its spot and shifting it so it perfectly lined up with the others.

“Almost, Doggo would like a double order of fries instead of the burg, and Dogamy and Dogressa are starting them off early with their usual rounds of drinks,” you said, slipping behind the counter with the tray of dirty dishes. Grillby took the tray from you easily, and gestured towards the wall of alcohol before disappearing into the fire exit. It was a pun, mainly, because you had entered behind there a lot of times and it was just the back room for cooking and storage. Nothing fancy.

When you had asked about it, Grillby told you in the Underground they had less rules about what was required in having a business. That back room literally couldn’t be accessed by anyone other than him because it was on fire. Magical fire that didn’t spread, but fire nonetheless.

You were glad there were codes against that, or you probably wouldn’t have gotten a job.

You didn’t linger long staring after him, moving to do your job. It had once been incredibly hard for you to remember the different drink mixtures, but now it was like second nature. Especially the drinks you made day in and day out. Sans watched you, sipping on his ketchup, without comment. You didn’t offer any commentary either as you placed the four drinks on the tray and headed back over to the dog monsters.

The rest of the night passed by with no incidents and, as always, Ugly Fish and Red Bird were the final monsters to stumble their way out of the bar. Red Bird throwing compliments and flirts at Grillby the entire way out. You weren’t sure whether or not Grillby appreciated them, as he wasn’t very expressive. Or…maybe he was? You only saw him at work, after all.

You locked the door behind them, switching the sign to off, closed the blinds, and turned around to smile at Grillby. He returned it with what you assumed was his smile before the two of you quietly finished cleaning the bar up.

As you moped, Grillby counted the till, slipping what needed to go to the bank into an envelope and into his pocket before working on splitting up the tips. At your previous waitressing gig, you had a feeling that your boss had been siphoning some of the tips into his own pocket, but with Grillby? Some nights you had to fight with him because you swore he gave you some of his tips as well.

You tucked away the mop and headed over to the jukebox in the corner to turn it off, pausing beside it as it switched to a song you recognized. Just for a moment before you hit the power button and the lights blinked off.

Grillby had already headed into the back so you made sure everything was away properly before following him.

It was the end of the week, which meant bank night. Normally, you were the first to leave so you never saw Grillby in anything besides his work outfit. It was a slow night tonight, so everything had gotten finished early so he hadn’t sent you home early.

He had taken off his apron and hung it up on the peg next to the door, which was normal, but what wasn’t normal? He pulled on a leather jacket over top of his work uniform, and was currently in the process of untying his bow tie.

Oh no.

Your weakness.

You had to firmly remind yourself that he was your boss and therefore those thoughts were off limits! You turned your gaze away immediately as you headed over to stand beside him. You hung your apron up, and slipped your own jacket over your shoulders and then pulled on your toque.

Grillby wasn’t a vocal monster, so you weren’t surprised when he simply gestured towards the door after opening it. You nodded your head and slipped out into the chilly air. It was just after Halloween and there was already snow falling. That wasn’t unusual to this part of the world, but you still glared up at the sky as the puffy white flakes drifted down. You’d hoped that the snow would have stayed behind the clouds until you got back to your apartment.

“…see you tomorrow,” Grillby said, interrupting your glaring. You turned to face him, watching the snow melt and evaporate well before it touched his flames.

“I’m off tomorrow, remember,” you said, stepping a bit closer to him and his warmth when a blast of icy wind managed to worm it’s way up your jacket. You should’ve worn your winter jacket but you weren’t ready to give up on fall yet! “My parents are coming to town to visit.”

“…right,” he said with a faint nod. Another gust of wind, and he gestured towards the street, “…would you like me to walk you to your car?”

That surprised you. A break from the script?

“I…uh, don’t drive,” you said giving him a smile, “Thanks for the offer though.”

“…you don’t drive?” he said slowly, some sparks flying from the top of his head.

“Don’t have car, it’s more expensive to drive than to walk,” you explained, stuffing your hands into your pockets, “I’ll see you in a couple days.”

You turned, but his hand gently touched your elbow, “…I can walk you home.”

“What?” you blurted out in surprise, twisting to look at him. There was a shift of his flames and you swore that they shifted to blue for a moment.

“…it’s cold,” he gestured to the air, “…and it’s three in the morning.”

“Exactly, so you should drop the money off at the bank and get back to your place,” you said waving your hands in a dismissive way, “Does the cold not bother you?”

He shook his head, “…my flames just get warmer in response…which way is your apartment?”

You gestured down the street, “four blocks or so that way.”

“…that’s on the way to the bank,” he said, there was a hesitation in his voice. “…I can walk you…if you’d like.”

A pause.

“Sure,” you relented, it was just a friendly suggestion. Besides, you’d much prefer walking with someone this early in the morning. Especially if said someone let off a wonderful heat that chased away a majority of your chill.

Walking you home became a daily thing after that, and soon he stopped asking if you’d like to be walked home. It was just expected. As the nights got colder, you bundled up more, and on the coldest of nights he traded the leather jacket for a black pea coat.

You got comfortable enough with him to compliment the pea coat and told him that he had impeccable fashion sense.

“…really?” he said, glancing down at himself, “…Sans says I look old fashioned.”

You blushed lightly, tugging your scarf up slightly, “I mean, you do…but that’s not a bad thing? I like that style. Especially the bow tie. It…really suits you.”

After that conversation, you noticed subtle changes to Grillby’s wardrobe. If you thought he was trying before to look good, you were wrong. This was him trying. You were impressed.

Still, you just thought that your compliment merely spurred him into accepting his sense of style more. It was Sans who set you straight on that aspect.

Grillby went into the back to prepare some orders and you were manning the bar. You handed Sans a fresh bottle of ketchup and tucked the other aside to be cleaned up and recycled.

“grillbz has been changing up his look lately, know anything about that?” Sans asked, leaning against the counter top and inclining the bottle of ketchup towards you.

“Not really, I told him that the old fashion look suits him. Might’ve been a little boost to his confidence?” you shrugged a shoulder, “He hasn’t mentioned anything to me about it, though.”

“so him wearing a bowtie that happens to match the colour of your shirt has nothing to do with you?” Sans asked, a shit eating grin on his face.

You frowned slightly, “What? He’s not-“

The fire exit door opened and Grillby swept past the bar to deliver the cooked food to some of the regulars. You glanced down at your button up, it was a deep purple and when you looked back up at Grillby, so was his tie. You blushed, and quickly spun around to organize some of the bottles on the wall.

“That’s just a coincidence,” you hissed to Sans after your face had calmed down, peeking over at Grillby as he spoke quietly with the dogs at the poker table.

“was he wearing a tie when you started?” he asked, his grin twitching upward again. You paused and then shook your head. “hehe…and I thought I was a numbskull.”

“He wouldn’t have time to do that, and I wasn’t paying attention to his-“

“ya can’t lie to me kid,” Sans pointed out, turning around and leaning back against the bar to look at Grillby. “plus, grillbz’ lives above the bar in the studio.”

That made you freeze slightly, watching Grillby as he left the dogs to check up on the other patrons and then started making his way back to the bar. You glared at the back of Sans’ skull lightly. You didn’t need to be thinking that way about your boss, you would’ve been much more content in your ignorance.

Actually, you wouldn’t have.

You had a huge crush on Grillby and had for a while. The fact that he was matching his bow tie to your shirt colour was adorable. But…you didn’t really trust Sans. It could’ve totally been a coincidence! So, the next day you made sure to note if Grillby was wearing a bowtie, he was, and you relaxed when you noticed it wasn’t the same colour as your shirt. But then you felt bad. You had been happy at the thought that…well, it didn’t matter anymore.

Yet, at the end of the day you noticed the subtle shift of colour to his bowtie. It matched your shirt.

When you had started, he simply told you that the work uniform was dress pants, shoes, shirt and a black vest. The button up shirt could be any colour that you wanted.

The next day, just to make sure that it hadn’t been a fluke, you set up a stupid little test. You brought an extra button up shirt of a different colour and during your break you changed it. Explaining to Sans when he asked that you had spilt some sauce on your sleeve. A few minutes after that Grillby had come back into the room with a different coloured bowtie.

Sans snickered, and you blushed.

That night, as you were pulling on your jacket. Grillby moved to hand you your ‘soiled’ button up and paused, looking at the sleeve. You noticed him subtly check the other sleeve before you zipped up your jacket and turned to him.

“...” he stared at you for a moment before his flames shifted colour, sparking a bit with blue.

“Yes?” you asked, tilting your head slightly, and taking your shirt from him and tucking it away in your bag.

“…I thought you said it was…dirtied?” he asked quietly.

“I may have lied?” you said, peering up at him shyly, “Because I wanted to test a theory.”

“……..oh?”

He shifted slightly, almost as if he was trying to hide his bowtie that he hadn’t taken off yet.

You hesitated before reaching up and adjusting his jacket lapels so that the bowtie was more visible. His flames brightened slightly, and you dropped your hands. “…I can explain…”

You paused, did…he think you were mad? You tilted your head and waited quietly.

“…”

He sighed, a few sparks escaping his mouth, “…I…was…flattered by your compliment.”

“Which one?”

“…about the bowtie…”

“Oh.”

“…I am realizing that it might be weird as your boss,” he said, flushing even bluer. “I apologize. I’ll stop.”

“It’s fine,” you blurted out, and then added without thinking, “I think it’s cute.” You flushed and covered your face, “that was inappropriate! I’m so sorry-“

“Cute?” Grillby said, flames growing larger.

“Uh…yeah…cute,” you mumbled, “ANYWAYS! Time to go home!”

“…I find you cute as well,” he said quickly making you blush even more. If that was even possible.

“What?” you blurted out, “How?”

“Why…wouldn’t I?” he said, hesitantly placing his hands on his hips, “…it is…inappropriate as your boss…”

“Can we…walk?” you suggested quietly, gesturing towards the door. He opened the door and the two of you stepped out into the snow. “I’m attracted to you, I’ll admit,” you said, burying your face into your scarf, “and it won’t affect my work ethic because I’ve been attracted to you since I started.”

His flames grew a bit more wild, “…I am attracted to you as well…”

“But you are my boss,” you reminded him gently, and he nodded.

The two of you were silent as you walked, you stopped by the entrance to your apartment complex.

“So…do we just continue on like…nothing happened?” you asked quietly.

“…do you wish to?”

You stared up at him. Did you? Not at all.

“No…”

The two of you stared at each other for a moment, before he slowly reached up and brushed his fingers against your cheek. “…then would you care to come early to work tomorrow?”

“Why?” you said, leaning into his touch.

“…for a date.”

You blushed, “Only if you wear your red bowtie.”

He blinked his golden eyes at you, before his mouth split open in a grin. “…for you, yes.”

#grillby #grillby x reader #grillby/reader #fanfiction #fanfic #myfanfics #my fanfics #undertale fanfiction #selftober #self insert #reader insert

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