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gallusrostromegalus · 10 months

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You mentioned once that Mai Valentine likes her sweets boozy and also you had a bunch of other preferred flavor profiles for TPOFATGIF. Any chance of something similar for AEIWAM?

I know Kubo made canon notes on everyone's favorite and least favorite foods, but this is for the AEIWAM versions of the characters. Here's much of the cast's food preferences, as characterization practice:

Ichigo:

As much as he gets teased for it and his name, Ichigo loves him some fruit. He will inhale any fruit or juice left unattended within arm's reach of him in seconds. Melons, berries, pineapple, pears, guava- he does not care. There is fruit, it's going in him. Isshin is pleased his son likes healthy snacks but sometimes the grocery bill can get alarming. Ichigo's least favorite food is anything with capsaicin in it- being a ginger means he's unusually pain-sensitive and with an equally touchy tummy. It burns on both ends and all the way through the middle too.

Orihime:

Tatsuki likes to joke that the gods were drunk when they made Orihime, and they put her taste buds in backwards. Truth is, Orihime is a sensation-seeking kind of autistic girl and loves novel flavors more than anything else. She read "salt, fat, acid, heat" and took it's advice very literally, so you end up with things like "cream (fat) of tuna (salt) balsamic vinegar (acid) sriracha (heat) casserole" . The only thing Orihime really dislikes is foods she's gotten bored of.

Chad:

Beef. The boy needs beef. Chad spent his early adolescence on his Grandfather's Cattle Ranch in Mexico, allowed to eat as much red meat as he wanted and his physique shows it. Now he's back in Japan where it's prohibitively expensive and he is DYING. Please. He is a large carnivore. He can't live like this. Chad's least favorite food is ironically, his most reliable source of red meat: the fast food burger. It's not the same. It mocks him.

(More Karakura Gang and Some Captains under the cut)

Uryuu:

Uryuu is the son of a doctor and a little weirdo in his own right and he will assemble a baked potato or disassemble a slice of pizza with surgical precision. He just sort of likes customizing his food before he eats it. Hence, his least favorite foods are things where all the ingredients are mixed together and inseparable, like stews and casserole.

Tatsuki:

Tatsuki is a hot wings afficionado- she likes all the flavors, because there's a lot of really nice flavor interactions in the milder sauces, but also, the hotter the better. She once entered a hot wings eating contest in middle school where every round was hotter than the last and sailed easily into the "scorpion death pepper" round before being declared the winner, much to her disappointment. She was still hungry, and those were a 5/10 at most for her. Tatsuki's least favorite food with anything with even a hint of clams or other mollusc shellfish in it. She hasn't been diagnosed with an allergy, but given her extreme aversion to shellfish, she's not going to press her luck.

Keigo:

Keigo lives on a rancid diet of junk food, novelty soda, and instant ramen and likes it that way, thank you. Ichigo periodically makes him eat an apple at sword point to get some kind of fiber and vitamin into him. Keigo's least favorite food is anywhere can't cook in a microwave, and all vegetables.

Mizuiro:

Mizuiro is way too vain about his skin and hair to live on Keigo's garbage raccoon diet, but he can't cook to save his life. His favorite foods are multivitamins and everything he can get delivered, and his least favorite is anything deep-fried and greasy

Rukia:

Rukia was raised in fantasy medieval Japan, but is a "I'll try anything once!" Girl and this has lead to her favorite food being Oregano. Favorite condiment. Puts it on everything, even ice cream. Once things calm down a little when she returns to soul society, she gets Orihime to send her a "care package" of assorted spices, snacks and modern "puzzle" foods (juice boxes and ramune) to show to Byakuya, who starts inviting friends and coworkers over to try these things too, and the resulting video makes Ichigo laugh hard enough to rip out a few of his stitches. Rukia's least favorite food is jellybeans, because she can never remember the flavors and keeps putting bad combinations of them in her mouth.

Renji:

Like Chad, Renji needs his fucking protein, and sure loves him some beef, but he's also got that ADHD Hyperfocus going on and regularly forgets to eat so while he's not specifically partial to the flavors, his favorite food in terms of 'keeping him alive and hale' is nutritional protein shakes. Like Ichigo, Renji is also partial to fresh fruits and has the spice tolerance of a recipe blogger from Kansas, but he does have an extremely strong aversion to Bananas that he refuses to explain.

Byakuya:

Byakuya is a sensation-avoidant autist who has had his aversions largely ignored in favor of "you need to uphold the clan honor by being POLITE at this dinner and EATING WHAT YOU ARE SERVED, you can throw up in private later", so his regular diet is quite mild and limited, which moderately terrified Unohana (she IS partially responsible for keeping him alive). A chance encounter with Zaraki Kenpachi accidentally saved the Kuchiki line because he introduced a New Food to Byakuya by being normal about it, and now Byakuya loves BEANS. All of them. Red, Black, Soy, Kidney, Mung, Great Northern, Purple String, Adzuki, Anasazi, Edamame, Pinto, Pole, Striped, Yard, Garbanzo and Navy. Peas too- English, snap, snow, lentil, black-eyed and split. Paired with already-acceptable rice, this makes his limited diet startlingly nutritionally complete and high in fiber. He'll never eat squid or octopus again if he can help it though.

Kenpachi:

AEIWAM Zaraki Kenpachi was raised by eagles and it shows through in weird places, like how he insists on eating poultry and fish bones like his mother taught him to. In fact, the bones from deep-fried chicken are his favorite, and he will help himself to the bones other people don't want. He has a cast iron stomach that rarely gets upset and a notable sweet tooth, but is extremely picky about texture. This surprises some people who think that living as a beggar for a few centuries means he'd eat anything, and comes as no surprise to anyone who HAS been that destitute- an off texture is often your only warning before a potentially lethal case of food poisoning. Hence, Kenpachi's least favorite foods are anything "slimy", which puts him off many sauces and seaweed-based dishes.

Yachiru:

AEIWAM Zaraki is significantly more amiable and cunning than his canon counterpart because, realistically, he had to keep Yachiru fed. No village will let a random murder-hobo in to eat, especially if he's broke, so Zaraki got exceptionally good at ingratiating himself with strangers and getting hired at odd jobs in a hurry. This was an extremely sharp learning curve because he found Yachiru when she was an infant and not yet weaned, and he had to go to some fairly extreme measures to get milk for her. It's a point of pride for him that his little girl has never gone to bed hungry, even if he did. Yachiru is very aware of the fact she has historically eaten better than her father, despite his best efforts to disguise it, so her favorite foods are anything she can share with him- bags of small candies or chips or other snacks she can divy up and insist he eat too. She gave Zaraki his sweet tooth sharing candy like this, but anything she can share while eating is a favorite. Her least favorite is boiled vegetables. There is nothing that can make boiled broccoli worth eating.

Unohana:

Retsu Unohana has severe ADHD and makes food choices based first on the dopamine reward she gets from eating them, and the medical knowledge of "you need vitamins and fiber too, bitch" second. She would live on high-octane coffee with an excessive amount of sugar and cream if it were nutritionally complete, but alas. She does have a notes fondness for organ meats like liver, kidneys and lungs because they taste "richer" to her, and the novelty appeals as well. However, she has seen the horrors of what The Wrong Mushroom will do to a human body up close far too many times, and it's put her off eating fungi entirely. She'll eat her own hand before she'll eat a mushroom.

Komamura:

Food is both a joyful and distressing experience for Sajin. Joyful, because his exceptionally sensitive sense of smell and taste means he gets to experience layers to even the most simple foods that humans can't even begin to comprehend. Distressing, because humans have a very weak sense of taste and over-season their food accordingly, often with poisons. A lot of the reason he started wearing a helmet was less about fear that humans would attack him for being a wolf man, or that he would inspire undue fear in others, and more that he has a hard time saying "No" to people, who keep unwittingly offering him food full of toxic onions or worse, grapes. The helmet was not easily removed, and kept the dangerous gifts at bay. Fortunately, modern humans are more aware of things that will poison him and more willing to make accommodations on his behalf. Still, his least favorite food is Raisins, which keep being added to otherwise perfectly good dishes, like someone deciding to sprinkle a bit of Water Hemlock in their tacos. He still keeps the Occasional "Carnivore Outing" he and Zaraki take to the distant mountains to celebrate their shared cultural heritage a secret though, because he's not sure most of his friends and colleagues are ready to learn that his favorite food is "Elk bone marrow, either still hot from the kill or after it's been buried in dirt for a week", but at least these days he has Zaraki "You know how it is with Liver and Eagles" Kenpachi to commiserate and split the carcass with.

Tousen:

Kaname did his required tour of duty in the living world in Oaxaca, Mexico and while he was there he developed a taste for Chapulines, or fried grasshoppers. He didn't mention this delicacy when he returned to soul society, not out of fear that people would think he was a freak- his coworkers already largely did, either because of his blindness or his Blackness, if not both- but because one of the few coworkers who he genuinely liked and got along with was Lieutenant Mashiro, whose favorite animal is Grasshoppers. His least favorite food is any alcoholic beverage or boozy dessert, because the one time he tried drinking with some friends from Shinigami academy, he developed a case of the spins just two drinks in and immediately became completely disoriented and couldn't right himself, and quickly became too nauseous and panicked to speak. His friends were having a GREAT time and thought Kaname was doing his usual wallflower nonsense until Liza Yadomaru finally realized something was amiss and she and Love Aikawa ended up taking him on a drunken sprint to the emergency room. He got better by morning but now even the smell of alcohol makes him feel sick again.

#AEIWAM #an elephant is warm and mushy #Bleach #Bleach fanfic #ichigo kurosaki #orihime inoue #chad yasutora #ishida uryuu #keigo asano #mizuiro kojima #rukia kuchiki #byakuya kuchiki #kenpachi zaraki #yachiru kusajishi #retsu unohana #sajin komamura #kaname tosen

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coldgoldlazarus · 20 days

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Metroid, as a series, as a story, is like a potluck picnic. You have all these really tasty individual dishes, that on their own wouldn't necessarily be enough to sustain a full meal unless you're looking for a small snack. But for an event like this, the appeal is getting a full-course meal out of these smaller food items.

You got peanut butter & jelly sandwiches, (Metroid) you got crunchy corn chips, (Return Of Samus) you got the slightly more substantial ham sandwiches. (Super). Next year, someone brings peanut butter celery snacks, (Zero Mission) X-treem Flavorblast potato chips (Samus Returns) and cool ranch corn chips (AM2R). Sometime, someone brings a super basic salad of lettuce and ranch dressing (Federation Force) that the kids all raise a disproportionate fuss about for something so harmless. There's hotdogs (Prime) and an initially unappetizing-looking but in fact astonishingly delicious quiche (Fusion) that arrive at the same time. Someone orders a pineapple pizza (Echoes) that also gets some complaints, but those that like it, really like it. Someone even has little mini-sausages on toothpicks (Pinball) that you can wash down with seven different flavors of soda. (Hunters) and of course for dessert, those packaged ice cream cones (Corruption) with a chocolate shell and a bunch of nuts that you always almost choke on at least once. Someone mentions they were gonna bring spicy chicken, but then goes radio silent and you assume they're stuck in traffic or went home.

And then he does show up after all, but bringing a giant pot of soup, and it just tastes. Bad. And the guy who brought it, you think his heart seems to have been in the right place, but he's eagerly explaining why he did this and it feels like he missed the point of the potluck. He says he felt like these picnic foods are all so simple and he wanted to make sure everyone's properly well-fed, so he decided to brew up this big thing of soup with a custom recipe, that has everything anyone could want all in one package.

And you look in the soup, and you see this hodgepodge of really really delicious, high-quality ingredients, that have absolutely no business being put together they way they were. Beef and veggies belong in soup, sure, but strawberry ice cream? Spaghetti? Mustard sauce? Did he dilute his broth base with gatorade? And you feel your heart sink because this feels like a waste of some perfectly good ingredients, and now nobody's going to be able to look at half this stuff without feeling nauseous. It doesn't go over well, a few kids and even some of the adults start crying, everyone goes home feeling like crap, and it's up in the air whether the hosts are even going to want to have another picnic after this.

But after a long wait, there is a next time, and this time the guy just brings the spicy chicken (Dread) he originally mentioned, and even though the jalapeno flavor is pretty dang strong (courtesy of the same source as the Xtreem-Flavorblast potato chips, who helped him out) it's a hit with everyone, and now we're all just waiting on the hotdog/pizza/ice cream cone guys to arrive with their surprise mystery cake.

#not a reblog #metroid #food #shitpost #this uh #this kinda got away from me

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necrodogmtsands4s · 8 months

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Rustic Oven Chef hustle pack.

Hello. I have adapted the rustic clay oven to the new oven in Chef Hustle pack. So you need this pack for this oven to work. Because it has new iteractions and proccess I need to do some tweaks to this oven to work because it has a custom vfx for the fire to work. I did this oven as free because it need test if not appear some glitches. If this oven works fine the next future appliances will be the toaster and a new meat grinder for cannibal MOD.

Its located were the chef hustle oven is.

It came in six colors: red, orange, brown, yellow, beige and gray.

Because is a new work on tuning, this oven has the vanilla chef hustle pizza recipes only, in a future i will add the old clay oven recipes plus chef hustle pizza recolors. =)

How to install.

1. Extract rustic-clay oven-chef 7zip file with 7zip into your mods folder.

2. Create a subfolder into your mods folder named overrides and paste necrodog_sp46_pizzaoven_cook_flame_merged package there.

Its the vfx and it will override the resource. I will add the vfx to mizoureyuki vfx resource in a future.

Here is a video in action.

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Download free at patreon.

#necrodog #ts4 objects #Youtube

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manicplank · 2 months

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Ok you don't have to do this if you don't want to since its, y'know, drug related but:

Pizza Tower crew if they ate a weed brownie not knowing it was a weed brownie hcs? Like they just thought it was a normal brownie... but it wasn't.

I did something similar to this, but I'll be more specific

What was in that brownie, man?

Peppino: Oh, a brownie. How nice. One of his very few customers left him a brownie as a tip. He, of course, was happy with the treat and ate it. Then the customer called. He gave him the wrong brownie... Peppino initially got anxious. He hadn't been high since he was a teenager. He wasn't sure what to expect. He thought maybe it was a prank since he didn't feel anything... But a few hours later, his eyes were red and low, he was hungrier than ever before, and he felt calm. It ended up being not as bad as he anticipated.

Gustavo: A brownie, how nice! He loves brownies! This one tasted a little funky... Maybe it was bad? He shrugged it off at first... until he started feeling funny. He felt lightheaded and strange. He felt like he was in a clay-mation movie. Things felt weird. He was freaking out yet very calm. Then he found the wrapper. Oh, that was a weed brownie. He wasn't as freaked out now that he knew what was happening. He'd rather eat a weed brownie than a moldy brownie.

Mr. Stick: He got a brownie from one of his shady business buddies. The wrapper very clearly stated that there was 300mg of THC in it, but Stick didn't know what THC was. He assumed it was some weird preservative. He ate it without any further question. After about an hour, he started to feel funny. His head felt fuzzy and tired. He began to panic, assuming that he had been poisoned. He flipped shit and threw up. He read the wrapper and realized it contained cannabis. That calmed him down a bit, but he was still a bit antsy.

Pepperman: There were some individually wrapped brownies in a room in the tower, and he helped himself to one, completely unaware it was a pot brownie. He went back to his studio, hoping to work on a new project, but he couldn't seem to focus. The world felt weird. He thought he was getting sick since he felt super lethargic. He was also super hungry, so he went to get another brownie. This time, he actually looked at the packaging. Oh... That's not a normal brownie. He got some chips instead. He ate the whole bag and took the best nap of his life.

The Vigilante: He found a brownie on the floor. Probably not the best to eat food off the floor, but it was wrapped in a fancy package. He figured he'd eat it since it had been forever since he had one. After a while, he started to feel weird. Something wasn't right, but he couldn't quite but his finger on it. Wait... He has fingers?! He couldn't figure out how he has fingers if he's a semi-liquid being. Then he started to wonder how he wears boots since he doesn't have feet. He went to the sound room and asked the Secret King a bunch of dumb questions. The King asked, "Are you high or something?" Vigi's eye widened. He ran back, grabbed the wrapper out of the trash, and realized that it was a weed brownie. Idiot.

The Noise: He saw a brownie, he ate the brownie. No questions. It tasted a little strange. It had a familiar taste that he couldn't quite put his finger on... After a while, he started feeling strange. He wasn't too bothered by it. Then he laughed at an ant he saw for about ten minutes straight. He finally realized he was high and laughed at the fact that his dumbass ate a weed brownie without questioning it. His laughter could be heard throughout the tower. He slammed down an entire bag of chips, a pack of cookies, three sodas, and passed out.

Noisette: A brownie fell out of one of the Noise's clothes when she was doing laundry. She loves brownies! It tasted a little weird, but it didn't faze her considering all of her food tasted weird. He's always hiding snacks from her, and when she finds them, she eats them. About an hour passed, and she began to feel strange. She went to tease Noise about the fact that she ate his brownie and mentioned she thought it went bad since she felt icky after eating it. His eyes got wide and he frowned as he had to explain to her that it was a pot brownie. She freaked out. She was angry at him, but she was also super scared! She had never gotten high! He set her in front of the TV, wrapped her up in a blanket, and put a snack beside her. She spent hours sitting there. She wasn't watching the TV as much as she was watching the colors dance across the screen. She ended up falling asleep. But when she sobered up, she chewed Noise's ass out for having drugs with him.

Fake Peppino: BROWNIE! YUMMY! He ate the brownie. He loved it! Due to his squishy demeanor, it absorbed into his body quickly. He started to feel strange. He was kind of scared. He thought he was sick! He hates being sick. He began to panic, frozen in place... Until he threw up. He felt a little better after that, but he began to feel super tired. He napped for about 19 hours straight. When he woke up, he felt incredibly refreshed.

Pizzahead: Brownie. Ate it. Period. No thoughts. Only brownie. Speaking of no thoughts, he began to feel that way after a bit of time. The feeling was familiar. Oh shit, he was high! How hilarious! He laughed at the fact that he was high. He got heavy munchies and ate two whole pizzas (yes, he's a cannibal). He watched NTV and laughed his ass off. He began to wonder if most of NTV's programs were made for people who were high. But then his head was empty again. He sat there staring at the wall. He's the type of person who could watch paint dry when he's high as shit.

Pillar John: YUMMY! A brownie! How nice. He loves food. He ate the brownie without hesitation. Because of his rocky build, it took a while to hit him. He began to feel it. He realized it was a weed brownie. He was a little disappointed in himself for eating the brownie without questioning it, but then he forgot. He was hungry again, so he went to the secret treasure rooms and ate whatever was in those. After that, he ate 4 whole pizzas. Then he sculked around the NTV building and found Noise's secret sweet stash. He ate quite a bit of it. Then he went to Noisette's and ordered some peanut butter spaghetti. He still felt hungry, so he had a chocolate corncob. After it all, he was feeling pretty tired, so he took a good ol' fashioned weed nap. (Those are the best.)

Gerome: Ah, a brownie. A nice sweet treat to reward himself for not losing his mind and murdering everybody. At least, not yet. He sat down for a little break and had the brownie. He leaned back and relaxed. Then he relaxed some more. And more. And more. Hmm... He thought that he was unusually relaxed. He stood up, and things felt foggy. He was able to put two and two together and realized that he was high. Whatever. It didn't bother him much. He deserved to relax after being trapped in that tower for so long. He fell asleep sitting up and slept for hours.

#pizza tower #noise #the noise #headcanon #noisette #peppino #peppino spaghetti #pizzahead #the vigilante #fake peppino #pillar john #pepperman #pizza tower gerome #pizza tower gustavo #mr. stick #drug tw

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oftenwantedafton · 5 months

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Moody and Gray - William Afton x Female Reader

Chapter 1

Rating - Explicit

Warnings - no sexual content in this chapter

Also available on AO3

You really hate your job as a waitress at Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria.

The pay is lousy, your income largely reliant on tips from adult customers that are rude, their children ruder still. Between the noise of the arcade and the music blasting in the background you end up going home with a headache more often than not. You could happily go without so much as seeing a slice of pizza for the rest of your life.

So why don’t you quit?

Well the answer to that is up one flight of steel stairs to an office that overlooks the entire restaurant. His restaurant: the owner, William Afton.

See, there’s something about him that you just can’t shake free from your mind. Sure, you’ve always had a bit of a thing for older guys, and he’s got a good decade and a half on you easily. But it’s more than that. Messy dark hair and high cheekbones, aquiline nose and piercing pale gray eyes. Not classically handsome in the sense of the word, but compelling all the same. Like a vampire or…yes. That was exactly what he reminded you most of. A real life modern day version of Dracula.

The funny thing about your boss is, he doesn’t seem to like the job much either. He distances himself from the clientele as much as possible. You know he’s married and he has kids, but damned if you’ve ever seen them. Hell, he doesn’t even bother wearing a wedding ring. He spends most of his time either fiddling with the animatronics in one of the back rooms, or brooding in his office, tucked away in that crow’s nest kind of space lined with windows, the blinds sometimes closed, and what does he even do in there when they are?

On this particular shitty work day you’ve just had some brat accidentally/on purpose dump an entire glass of fruit punch on your work shirt. Of course the company shirts are white. You ask one of your coworkers where you can get another one, and wouldn’t you know it, they’re fresh out in the employee locker area, the most recent new hire getting the last one, apparently. As if anyone ever even sees the kitchen staff.

“Maybe ask Afton,” the woman suggests, gathering a stack of dirty dishes to return to the kitchen.

Ask Afton. Well sure, you could do that. No big deal. You’ve never spoken to him personally. It was beneath him to hire waitstaff, apparently. But yes. You can.

You climb the steel steps and knock on the door, glancing out across the dining room, a kaleidoscope of colors rioting below. It really was a spectacular view, even if you didn’t care much for the scenery.

You can hear a muffled voice inside and try the door handle, finding it unlocked.

The owner is seated at his desk, phone in hand. Great, you were interrupting him.

He beckons for you to come inside, continuing his conversation as you shut the door and step forward.

“Yes, we offer a good benefits package. We don’t have on site childcare yet, but that is something we’re looking to add in the future for both staff and visitors.”

Good benefits your ass. Trying to get a vacation was like pulling teeth. And God help you if you got sick and needed some time off. It had been made clear during orientation you were expected to come to work, plain and simple. As if serving pizza and ice cream to children was as essential as, say, being a healthcare worker. It was beyond absurd.

Your attention wavers, and you step to the row of windows. The stage curtains part. It’s time for another round of songs performed by the animatronics. The drink that had soaked your shirt front was cold and it’s unpleasantly plastered to your skin. You shiver and shuffle your feet, hoping the phone call will end soon.

“Great, we look forward to seeing you soon.” At last. You turn and see your boss rising to his feet. He’s incredibly tall, lanky. The man is all lines and angles.

“Can I help you with something?”

God, that British accent. It’s another one of your weaknesses. Not the cockney type, but this smooth mellow tone that strokes silkily along your skin. You blink and recover. “Yes, sorry to bother you. Someone spilled something on my shirt and we’re out of them downstairs. Maybe you have a spare here?”

His eyes flicker down to your chest, where a good deal of the red liquid has seeped in, lingering perhaps a bit longer than was warranted. “I see. Well, let’s have a look, shall we?”

It’s cold in his office, you realize then. Not just because of your damp clothing, but there’s actual air conditioning running. It’s the middle of winter. You wonder how he stands it.

William rummages through a cardboard box set in the back of the office and withdraws a folded shirt. “What size?”

In truth, you’d never liked the fit of yours, choosing a size down.

“Hmm. Well, this will have to do.” Two sizes down. You frown. “You can manage for the rest of the shift with that, surely. I have an order for more coming in soon.” He shuts the box swiftly and you wonder for a moment if he isn’t lying about the sizes available.

But to what end?

“Ok, well thanks, I appreciate it.” You turn as if to leave.

“Wait a moment.”

He joins you at the window and presses a switch. The blinds slide closed.

Huh. Fancy, you think, your brain not catching up to what is happening.

“I imagine you’re eager to be out of that shirt. I’m sure it’s unpleasant. I’ll of course be a gentleman and turn around.”

“Oh, no, I can change in the restroom, it’s fine.”

“No, I really must insist. It wouldn’t do for our customers to see staff looking so…unkempt. Against company policy and all that.” He grins, the teeth flashing at you looking incredibly sharp. God, he really did look like a vampire. He turns around as promised, though. The back of his purple vest has a thin gold buckle at the waist. You turn around for good measure and pull the stained shirt over your head, hurriedly trying to tug the new one on. Your bra’s partially soaked but screw it, you’ll just have to cope.

Yeah, it was definitely too small.

You’re still struggling to get it over your tits when you feel the hands at your back, feverish hands that linger before attempting to assist you.

“Well this really is a bit snug on you, isn’t it?” He chuckles softly and the sound does something, making your insides twist and curl.

His hands are at your front now and there is no pretense when those long fingers of his take a great deal longer dragging across your white satin clad breasts as the rest of the shirt is wrenched into place and you turn to face him.

“There we are. Now you’re presentable.” Another smile. He’s still standing close to you. You can feel the heat wafting from him. Like standing in front of a fireplace.

“Thanks,” you mutter awkwardly, not sure of what else to say.

“My pleasure.”

A little hum of amusement punctuates this last statement and then he hits the switch to open the blinds again.

You can feel his eyes on you all the way down the stairs, his silhouette unmistakable through the slats covering the windows.

You’ve finally gotten your employer’s attention.

#william afton x reader #william afton x you #william afton #fnaf fanfic

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giuliettagaltieri · 1 year

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Kruger and Vixen

Pairing: Spy!Eren Jaeger x Thief!reader

Synopsis: Having a love-hate relationship is fun until Eren messes it up, driving you away.

Warning: Guns, mentions of violence, angst, threatening behavior, unprotected sex.

Word Count: 7077

“Pizza’s here.” Eren mumbles, looking past the newspaper in his hands. “I can’t quite tell if it’s pepperoni.” He folds the paper and places it on the bench in which he is currently sitting on. “I’ll go see for myself.”

Casually, Eren stands to do a small stretch and heads across the street to the museum.

“It’s a little chilly tonight, isn’t it?”

“Ah, no worries, Coconut head. I wore extra layers.” Eren grins at nobody in specific, patting his particularly hard abdomen, as he slips in an alleyway.

“Avatar Aang left you a snack.”

Eren knelt and dug through a garbage bag to see a Glock, groaning when he doesn’t see anything more.

“Where’s the hot sauce?”

“You are to ask some from the pizza guy.”

Eren scoffs, hopping on top of the garbage bins with ease after securing the Glock in his belt holster. “I doubt he’ll give it so willingly.”

He easily lifts himself up to uncover the vents. The dusty, grimy, cramped vents.

“You should head straight, turn left, and then take another left, you’ll find the pizza guy and his customers soon enough.”

Eren groans, the small vent was not really made for a man with his build, not to mention the thick dust that could give him asthma any moment now. “Alright, I want radio silence until then.”

“Have fun.”

There was a small static before Eren heard nothing but silence from the other side of the earpiece.

Eren heaves himself up, struggling to fit his wide shoulders. He made the mistake of taking a deep breath after he got himself in, coughing the dust out as a result. Slowly, he inched his way forward.

He was just about to turn on the first left when he heard the unmistakable sounds of gunshots. Eren went still. The agency sent nobody else but him. It was a confidential mission that they did not even bother telling the police yet.

Who could be interfering?

The culprit was revealed sooner than Eren could have expected.

He had come face to face with your startled form. Mouth parted in a silent yelp just before it quirks up into a smile.

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t my favorite superspy.”

“Kruger?”

Eren struggled to reach for the earpiece to shut it off just before stuffing it in his pocket.

“Shut the fuck up! Are you trying to screw us up?” Eren seethed before glaring at her. “I’m gonna try to move backwards. As it’s impossible to move otherwise.”

She stifles a laugh. “M’kay, Jaeger.”

“Don’t call me that!”

“Oh, come on. It’s just the two of us here.” She rolls her eyes. “Plus, I also got the package. I can give some to you but you have to let me keep the pink pistol.”

The crawl back to the alleyway was rather agonizing. Especially since they had to stay for a couple more minutes before jumping out of the museum vents and back to the alleyway.

“Can’t believe you messed up the mission.” Eren spat while taking off his black leather jacket that was full of dust bunnies.

You giggle as you swing around the chrome briefcase. “But I got the package and I can also give you the buyers’ names.”

Eren perks up at that and comes to a halt, waiting for you to start talking. But you walk right pass him, chin held up, with a relaxed smile plastered on your velvet red lips.

“But first, you’ll have to wine and dine me.”

Eren could only watch you walk further and further away from him.

He eyes the case in your hand to the sway of your hips that was accentuated by the tight black dress that you chose to wore. His eyes continue to trail down to your calves that are clad in black tights, what an impractical outfit you’re wearing. The click clacks of your black Louboutin halt and he shifts his eyes up just in times when you turn to look at him. “You coming?”

After a split second of deliberation, Eren chases after you.

He offers to carry the case, an act done without malice but you only chose to narrow your eyes at him before saying ‘no’.

The diner was pleasant, the wine was also very smooth, the sex that came after, even better.

Eren throws his head back, rutting his hips against you. The mascara runs down your cheeks, staining the pristine white pillow of the hotel room as your lips with smeared lipstick part to let out a whimper which can barely be heard over the squeaking of the bed.

His bruising grip on your hips tighten, feeling you flutter pleasantly when he thrusts a little too sharply, going balls deep. A thick ring of cream coating his shaft, the rest of it leaking on your thick thighs. He leans to kiss your shoulder, his blushing tip kissing your cervix as his balls presses flush against your lips. You squeeze your eyes shut when your feel its warmth and heaviness.

“Ren, want it.” You turn to look at him and bat your eyelashes that clumped together after hours and hours of crying from pure ecstasy.

Eren licks the sharpness of his tooth, feeling his chest swell with pride. “Of course, you do. You little slut.”

You hit him gently when he jostles you up to put a pillow underneath your belly after you collapse in the mattress from exhaustion. “Not a slut.” You slur.

He finds it funny how you can still say that after going dumb, creaming and gushing all over his dick. Eren grips your jaw to kiss you deeply. “How could I forget. You’re my spoiled pillow princess.”

You clutch the cloud soft pillow under you when Eren uses his grip on your jaw to fuck deeper into you. He swallows your moans and cries. Reveling in it.

The uncontrollable twitching of your thighs tells Eren that your fifth orgasm for the night is close and he won’t let that go to waste. He snaps his hips, sliding in and out of you faster, with a renewed drive.

You cum hard, your velvet walls gripping him like a vice, it sent Eren into overdrive, releasing copious amount of milky seed inside you, filling you to the brim and adding to the previous load he pumped earlier, making your mound squelch with his every thrust.

Eren whispers sweet nothings in your ear, telling you that you were so good for him, how you were such a good girl for him, that you did so well, when all you did was spread your legs and lie down for him to debauch, it sent your head floating high up, subconsciously gripping onto his arm that he wrapped around your midriff.

His nose skim on your moist cheeks, some of his hair came undone from his manbun and tickled your neck. You bask in his warmth, getting high off the afterglow.

Needless to say, Eren could not come to regret indulging in such activities with you, not even when he had to face the cross-examination of Erwin, the deputy director, and the sharp comments of Levi.

“Get your head in the game, Agent Kruger. You were lucky to have retrieved the biohazard samples, albeit losing a few rifles.” Erwin tells him.

Levi clicks his tongue. “Screw up the next mission and you’ll be sitting behind a desk for a year.”

Eren meets Levi’s eyes, weighing the risk, but Eren has never been one to run away. “Yes, sir.”

“We received a tip involving suspicious activity in the south harbor but the threat is not that concerning as of the moment, as reported by Forster.” Levi tells him and takes a sip from his tea.

Erwin nods. “For now, Agent Kruger, you will be deployed to infiltrate the Fort Slava depository with your captain.” Levi glances at Eren sharply. “Your task is to retrieve a stolen necklace that long belonged to the Reiss family. You are to leave pronto. The rest of the information will be given to you en route.”

After being dismissed, Eren made haste to the locker room to retrieve his special effects. Two sets of footsteps quickly following him.

“That was stupid, what you did.” Came the sharp tone of Mikasa, making Eren wince.

Armin looks at Mikasa, unsure if he should add to what she said, Eren had just been scolded by their superiors after all.

“I think what Mikasa is trying to say, is that.” He hesitates when the other two looks at him directly, an obvious absence of smile displayed in their faces. “We were anxious when you disappeared from the coms.”

Eren groans. “I am aware. I was told repeatedly.”

“Then why aren’t you looking more remorseful? We were worried.” Mikasa takes a step closer to him, clearly mad but the trace of concern clearly evident in her eyes. “I was worried.”

Eren sighs, fixing his hair into a manbun. “I get it. But you have to remember that my life does not revolve around you people. My decisions do not concern you.”

Armin found it almost comical how a fire could ignite so swiftly in Mikasa’s eyes, almost visibly evaporating the tiniest traces of tears.

“Just how selfish could you be, Eren? You were in a mission, a mission which involves us by the way. We have every right to be concerned.” She spits, face now coming close to his, in anger.

Eren finishes stuffing his bag with his necessities and slammed his locker shut, brushing past the two. “I appreciate your concern but tone it down a little, perhaps. I’m a grown ass man, I don’t require supervision.”

Armin and Mikasa could only watch him slam the door at them.

The flight to Marley was as suffocating as it could be. Eren could not get a rest from Levi’s chilling glares. Even the instructions were delivered in a passive aggressive tone that had more bite than it should. But he made a mistake, he had to face the consequences.

The decision of the agency to invest in cloaking devices worked in their favor. Their plane entered the Marley territory without being chased by bogeys.

Eren glances below. It was pitch black, but just ahead lies the Fort Slava depository. One of the most impregnable infrastructures in whole of Marley.

A strong gush of wind hits Eren in the face and he sees Levi about to jump, a parachute already in his back. “Getting cold feet?” And he jumps off.

Without wasting another second long, Eren grabs a parachute of his own and follows after Levi.

His stomach dropped but he recovers quickly by angling his body down to descend faster.

Bright red numbers on his watch indicating his distance from the ground prompted Eren to open his parachute. He taps his glasses to see better, the sun has long retired for the day. Levi was nowhere in sight.

“Over here, brat.” Levi calls, making Eren look up.

They both land as quietly as they can, immediately fixing their chute to ensure that there is no trace of their presence in the area.

Building endurance has proven effective when they reach Fort Slava in no time after an entire five kilometer run. Their infrared detecting devices were more useful than Eren thought. He would have turned to ribbons had it not been for the glasses.

Levi was more agile, given his experience, yet Eren is conflicted about his plan to split up to look for the stolen necklace faster. He could breathe a little easier away from his captain but he knew he will get a bit reckless when left alone, though he later concedes. Levi chose to explore underground while Eren chose to sweep the floor above.

He was careful, moving just in time to stay out of the roaming guards’ field of vision. Memorizing the blueprint where the cameras are, also came in handy to Eren.

The entire floor was illuminated in bright lights but one particular corridor was bathed in darkness. Eren tapped his glasses but to his surprise, no sensors were in there.

A trap is what it is.

But a shiny black shoe poking in the corner told Eren that it might not be it.

He feels the cold metal of the Glock in his holster. Stealthily, he entered the said corridor. It would seem like nothing was out of the ordinary if Eren hadn’t been paying close attention, he would have missed the unmistakable silhouette of a woman that he knew too well.

“Are you stalking me, Jaeger?”

Eren drops the gun. “Oh, for Heaven’s sake!”

You stand to your full height after being on your knees, trying to crack open a safe.

Eren walks over to you, fuming. But you raise your chin to meet him with a haughty smirk, your nose brushing.

“The fuck are you doing here?”

You gesture behind you.

He glances at it.

“What’s in there.”

You shrug. “I don’t know yet. Must be pretty valuable if I had to disable a ton of alarms.”

Eren runs a hand through his hair, making his already messy hair, even messier. “It couldn’t possibly be a necklace, right?”

Lifting an intricate looking pin, you raise a brow at him. “Wouldn’t you like to find out.”

He nods at you, a nonverbal request for you to open it just before looking back to the entrance of the corridor to see if anyone had come. Eren then watches you work, your exposed neck distracting him.

“When will you start dressing up more practically?” Eren grumbles. “Wear a bulletproof vest at least.”

You chuckle. “That would ruin my outfit, Jaeger.” You put a finger on your lips to hush him and you press your ear against the safe.

Click

Eren cups your hands when you attempt to open it.

“What?”

He shakes his head and pushes you aside, gently. “We don’t know what would happen.” He tilts his head to the side. “Move.”

You shake your head after feeling a tingly warmth in your chest, touched with his concern.

Eren glances at you and then to the safe. You watch his shoulder loosening up.

“Oh, thank goodness.” He laughs.

“What?” You raise both brows, confused. You peek pass his shoulders and see a solid gold necklace littered with large blue diamonds. “Dear me, is that the Reiss rivière?”

Eren hums. “Is that what it’s called?”

He is one of the most highly regarded spies. A superspy, as what you like to call him.

You giggle, resting an arm on Eren’s shoulder to place a kiss on his temple. “You’re precious, Jaeger.”

He swats you gently. “I was just told that we’ll be retrieving a necklace owned by the Reiss family and they showed us what it looked like and to be frank, that’s all I needed to know.”

Purposely, he leaves out the fact that this could put an end to the cold war and begin a real one. Paradis and Marley are just looking for excuses to start a war.

The necklace was stolen to provoke the Paradis monarchs to fire first but the intelligence unit decided it would be best to retrieve it with discretion rather than launch a violent assault, that would be playing directly into their hands.

You cup his cheeks to place a gentle kiss on his pouting lips before walking away from him with added sensuality in your walk. “I’ll still be in town tomorrow. Come see me if you’re free.”

Eren watches you open a window, swinging your heel clad feet in the air as you hook a device from your bracelet on the window ledge. You send a flying kiss to him, making a thin hue of pink to spread on his cheeks, and you disappear.

A sharp blow behind Eren’s head brought him back to reality.

“Captain.”

“Was that the Vixen?” Levi is glaring up at him. “You better have a good explanation prepared, Kruger.” He then hums while eyeing the necklace. “Well done, finding it”

Eren didn’t really find it but he decides it’s best to shut his mouth for now.

He holds his breath, watching Levi disarm more pressured alarms. Releasing a sigh of relief upon seeing Levi place the necklace on a case and replacing it with an imitation.

The chances of Marley finding out about the dupe is rather large. However, they won’t make a fuss about it, not publicly at least. Their dirty tricks would be blatantly discovered then.

Paradis just returned the favor.

“Let’s get outta here.” Levi grumbles.

But before that, they need to get out of the country first.

Eren raises a finger, pressing his lips together. “We might want to take care of that guy over there before leaving.” He points to a guard that you knocked down.

Levi glares at Eren before pulling out a syringe. “Surely a dose of concentrated mind-altering drug will do the job.” Giving false memories is better than killing the man. A corpse would surely alert them that an enemy has been there.

Placing an empty hip flask smeared with the man’s drool was a little overkill but they can never be too careful.

It was already midafternoon when they’re done reporting to Erwin. Levi was strangely considerate, not mentioning the woman that was kissing their agent in the scene, but the amount of shade that he was throwing at Eren was enough consequence, making Eren want to shrink at every quip, cheeks already at a deep shade of red.

They’ll be leaving at midnight, he has enough time to explore the town for just a little bit, a reason he told his superior when asked where he is going. Although, he is aware that Levi hardly believed him.

“I saved you a seat.” You say sweetly after sipping on your cup of coffee, leaving a seductive red stain on the pristine cup. Eren watched you move your Tom Ford coat from the back of the empty seat to place it on your lap.

He eyes you cautiously while sitting down, and you look at him from behind your sunglasses.

“Calm down, Jaeger. I don’t bite. Unless provoked.” You add the last one with a dangerous smirk. He grins at that. You never fail to keep him on his toes. “Why don’t you get yourself a cup of coffee?” You ask, to which Eren does so, gladly.

A waiter comes and you smile at the way Eren says his order.

“What?” He raises a brow, quite offended.

“The way you said the pastry.” You hide your smile as you take a sip from your cup, being consistent in sipping in one area, limiting the mess. “Clearly privileged.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He asks, more agitated.

“I don’t know.” You place the cup down on the saucer with the softest clink. “It’s just so posh.”

He scoffs. “As if you aren’t.”

You share a light banter over a cup of coffee and a couple of tea cakes. Sharing hushed conversations about your recent escapades. You giddily accept his offer to walk around town, gladly taking up any offer to spend time with him outside the bedroom or whenever you’re not at gunpoint.

It felt like something that was pulled right out of a romance novel.

Even the soft breeze and the warm glow of the setting sun.

He did not miss how your eyes lingered on the luxury jewelry in the display cases of a store you passed by and of course, Eren just had to bring you inside.

It will eternally be unfathomable to him how you could look like you eat men for breakfast but turn into a shy virgin just for him.

“You are being too generous! I cannot take that.” You blurt, face warm as you push the pearl earrings encrusted with pigeon blood rubies back to Eren.

Eren sighs, pushing the tiny box back to you. The jeweler’s eyes following the box comically. After knowing the price, you can sympathize with her. Just the tiniest bit.

“Please, take it.”

You shake your head ‘no’. “Clearly, you are not in your right mind, spending so much money on me.” Laughing softly, you push it back to him.

“I can assure you, I am.” Eren says, a little too sternly. To which, you start to consider as the warmth in your chest returns. “You are worth every penny.” Your eyes shyly meeting his, then watching the beautiful glint of the stones.

“Well.” You smile. “If you insist.”

Eren straightens up, grinning at you. “Now, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

You hated how he can appear so devil may care yet so commanding. It weakens you.

Biting your bottom lip, you try your hardest to contain your giddy smile.

The rest of the afternoon was spent with a much lighter atmosphere. Full of contentment. He did not know if it was just how you look with the added jewelry that he got for you or just the feeling of you in his arms.

Your kiss goodnight—not goodbye, never goodbye—was all too sweet.

He went back with an undeterrable smile on his lips.

Eren had to avoid the accusing glares of his captain.

Apparently, the said captain could not let it slip how somebody outside the team was in the scene. A civilian involved, with no proper knowledge of confidentiality could be the catalyst of this decades long cold war between Paradis and Marley. He gave a more discreet report to Erwin, in a form of paperwork so as to not intentionally demean Eren in the previous call.

For the next mission, Eren would be temporarily relived as a field agent.

He felt uneasy, seeing everybody in full gear, it was a large operation after all, and him just in his jeans and unbuttoned dress shirt, a half empty coffee cup in his hand, felt rather insignificant.

The liquid in his hand, its bitter taste reflecting how he is feeling at the moment.

“I could help the team. They all know it.” He spits.

Mikasa and Armin glances at each other, apprehension flooding from them.

“Chill out, Kruger. We got this.” It was Jean who slapped his back. “We’ll come get you take-outs on the way back”

Sasha and Connie pause from checking and loading the magazines upon the mention of food.

Eren nods. “If anything goes wrong. Holler away.” He taps the earpiece in his right ear and the rest gives him a reassuring smile.

A frown permanently rests on his forehead as he watches them get in Humvees. This operation does not require discretion. The agency did not take any chances and dispatched as many active agents. They’ll be winning with quantity.

After another sip from his bitter coffee, Eren makes his way to the monitoring room to track the dispatched vehicles.

The operation is more of a raid to confiscate biohazard chemicals and unregistered firearms. Nothing they can’t handle.

“Hey, Kruger.”

He looks up to see Floch.

In his full gear.

“Hey.” Eren eyes him as the man sits beside him. “Sorry, were you supposed to be part of the raid?”

“Nah. I’m on suspension.” Floch shakes his head, chuckling.

Eren nods slowly. He deserved it. Giving a shitty report like that.

“I just can’t help it you know.” Floch says to him, smiling. “They were doing research on a fluid that could be a potential bioweapon.” He grins wider. “No one would be able to stand in our way if they complete that research.”

The quiet buzzing of the monitors and the humming of the coffee maker near them fills the silence that was so thick it was suffocating. Making Eren put on a bit more effort in breathing as his lungs seized up, his hands shaking just the slightest, itching to form a fist and land on something.

“And what a coincidence it was that you’re here.” Floch exclaims. “I’ve been waiting to have the chance to talk to you, you know. I feel like we see eye to eye on these things.”

Eren breaks into cold sweat. “Indeed.” But he forces a smile, sitting back, to appear nonthreatening. Don’t provoke him. Yet. “And the team?”

Floch tilts his head to the side. “We won’t be needing close minded people in our cause.”

In one swift movement, Eren slams Floch on the desk, calling the attention of the other agents in the area, quickly assisting Eren after getting a gist of what happened.

“You asshole! I am doing this for Paradis!”

The red dots following the Humvees vanish.

It’s a trap.

“It’s a fucking trap!” Eren curses under his breath and sprints out.

Gods, the team. His friends.

He taps on his earpiece.

“Hey, Coconut head. Come in, come in.” Fuck! “Horseface, you there?”

His lungs were burning as he leapt over a bench in the lobby, squeezing out of the glass doors next. He is not a field agent as of the moment, he has no access to any form of transportation. He bumped into more people than he can count the second he got to the street but he could only run and run.

Loud screeching of breaks had his shoes scraping off the pavement in an attempt to stop just on time before getting hit by a car.

Not just any car.

A Bugatti Chiron.

Perfect.

The driver, dressed in a fine suit, with an expensive looking sunglass, curses at his face. Only to clamp shut when Eren grins at him, the glint in his eyes hostile, telling the man that he is up to no good.

Eren pulls the car door open to get to the man’s face. “Sorry sir, official government business. You wouldn’t mind giving me a ride to the docks now, would you?”

A quick flash of the gun in Eren’s holster and the man was quick to nod his head.

Eren hopped on the passenger seat and the man speeds off.

He fishes out a device from his pockets and still, he can’t pick up the signal from the team. He taps in his earpiece once more, just listening, waiting to pick up anything.

The man makes a sharp turn and Eren regrets not buckling himself in, his tendons almost popping as he gripped the edge of his seat. In the distance, he heard the unmistakable sounds of gunshots, just as the breaks screech to a halt.

“I’m not driving in there.” The man blurts, eyes wide, his face drained with color.

Poor guy.

Eren nods, patting the man’s shoulder and jumps out, resuming his sprint.

He hides behind a building, just enough for him to hear the gunshots and see movement, but not enough to really see the clear faces of anybody in there.

“-Ger! Kruger!”

Mikasa!

She must have been just close enough for him to pick up the feed.

“Where are you? I couldn’t get ahold any of you!” Eren says through gritted teeth as he loads his gun. “Are you safe? What about the others?”

“I’m with Sasha right now. We got separated with the others.” She pants from the other side. “Listen, I need you to lock in our coordinates and send a drone strike-”

Eren cuts her off with a sound of protest. “That’s too risky, it could get you.” But he knows Mikasa won’t do such rash decisions unless she knows what she’s doing. “Where are you? I’m in the docks right now.”

There was silence.

“You had one job! To stay put. How could you manage to put yourself in danger all the time?”

He grimaces. “Mikasa, I’m safe where I am now. You guys are the ones in danger. But listen, I am sending the instructions to the base.” He says while his fingers tap on his device in lightning speed. “If we could just get the signal back in your devices, we could direct the drone’s target.”

“We saw a jammer just a floor above us. We’re on the move. If we could disable that, we’ll defi-”

A deafening boom resonates in the area, the shock blast reaching where Eren is. Ruble and shards flying around, only missing him as he is situated behind a building wall.

There was a loud high-pitched screeching from the earpiece and Eren scrambles to the edge of the wall, looking at the other buildings, now lit on fire, a few of its walls missing.

What the fuck was that?

Almost in a trance, Eren stands there, in the open. A bullet could hit him and he won’t notice from how numb his body went.

That couldn’t have been their air strike, he did not confirm with the base yet.

Mikasa and Sasha. The others.

His heart hammered in his chest, so loud it pounded in his ears, growing louder than the screeching earpiece.

In the corner of his eyes, a black piece of clothing ruffles in the wind before vanishing behind an alley.

Without another moment wasted, Eren was chasing the person, cocking his gun as he went. The alley was thick with smog but he sees the black coat, the person still running, getting further and further away as they picked up the pace after hearing his footsteps.

Pieces of rubble get crushed under the thick soles of Eren’s boots.

In a desperate attempt to get the person to stop, he aims and pulls the trigger.

He heard the person yelp as the bullet grazed their arm, sending them tumbling to the ground.

Eren caught up, flipping the person around by pulling their collar.

His blood freezes.

You are staring up at him, your hair coming undone and cascading on your shoulders, your face smeared with dirt after your fall and blood that oozes from your nose.

There is no way.

Is there?

You have always been conveniently where he was.

The missions that got him off this operation.

Floch mentioned about wanting to talk to him.

As if wanting him out of the raid.

You try to pry his hand from your clothing but his grip tightened, his veins popping as he pulled you closer to him.

It scares you, seeing that expression on him. You try one more time to move away but he presses the muzzle of the gun on your temple.

“Jaeger-”

“You bitch! You’ve been in on this from the start.” He seethes.

A frown twitches on your brows. “What are you talking about. I was only here for the spoils.” You fearfully glance at the gun. “Get that gun away from me, Jaeger! This isn’t funny!”

“Stop lying!” He screams in your face, making you shut your mouth, drawing further from him. He only pulls you up, closer to him as he looms over you. “You were using me, you lowlife whore!”

A tear slips in the corner of your cheek.

“So, this is who you are, huh? A deceitful slut, making a living from stealing, opening her legs for whomever catches her, to get away?” You squeeze your eyes when he jostles you, shoving the gun on your temple, you can almost feel a bruise forming in there. “Fucking answer, me!”

A sob wracks your body and you let go of him, making you dangle, your torso suspended in the air, only held up with Eren’s tight grip. All fight gone from your body.

“You’re hurting me.” You whisper, your voice trembling. “I’m not working for anyone. I promise, I wasn’t deceiving you.” You continue to sob.

His grip loosens.

“Please don’t kill me.”

Eren’s eyes widen. He looks at the gun that he’s pressing hard on your delicate head. His hand shakes just before he throws the gun away as if it burnt him. How could he have done that? To you?

He gently lowers you to the ground, clutching his hair in frustration, in fear, for what he’s done.

His chest tightens when you flinch away as he tried to wipe your tears.

“Baby. I’m sorry. I-I don’t know what came over me.” He apologizes over and over but it does nothing to stop your tears, if anything, he’s only making it worse.

You shake your head when he tries to cradle your face, grimacing when he tried to pepper your face with kisses, growing deaf from his apologies and reassurances that you are safe.

That he won’t harm you.

But Eren felt sick, saying that when he was just threatening you with a loaded gun moments ago.

His stomach churned when you frightfully screamed for him to let you go when he wrapped his arms around you. He was afraid you’d slip from his fingers and disappear if he didn’t. He shook his head ‘no’ to your demands of being let go as he buries his face on your shoulder.

“Please, please. I’m sorry.” He mutters.

You struggle against him, becoming more and more desperate until you reached for something on your boot and sunk it on his thigh.

Eren felt it burn. His embrace loosening to see a silver stiletto knife sticking out his thigh. But he can’t even be mad at you.

How could he? When you just look so frightened.

Of him.

This time, he did not try to stop you when you push him off, clutching the arm that he grazed with a bullet earlier. You take one final look at him and sprint away, disappearing in another alley corner.

Eren’s chest pangs in pain, even more so than the wound on his thigh. That one, he can see and remedy. The one on his chest, however.

He hears a static.

“Kruger. It was a thermobaric bomb. Sasha and I managed to get away before it was detonated.”

“It worked on our favor, miraculously. It blew up the jammer.”

“Send the go signal to the base for the airstrike.”

Eren could only listen but his eyes remain from where you vanished. He was half hoping you’d come back. That whatever happened was just a false memory he conjured in his mind. But he knows there is no taking back what he has done.

The medics are patching him up in the base, the stabbed wound in his thigh was not as deep as he initially thought.

“You’re lucky it missed any major vessels and nerves.”

“Yeah.” He forced a laugh. “Lucky me.”

Eren eyes his comrades that lie in infirmary beds, with varying injuries, some he had to rescue out of the burning buildings.

As deputy director, Erwin had to reinforce the rules, suspending Eren for six months for insubordination. But he acknowledges Eren’s efforts and cut it down to three.

In his time off, Eren spent his time trying to dig information about you.

Vixen.

That was a name you chose not for yourself, but rather, an alias given to you by the agency.

Security cameras often catch you but you are slick enough to not let your face be seen.

The agency chose to let you be as you have done no real harm as of the moment.

Eren first encountered you in a mission in Marley, where he stole your car to chase off a target. You weren’t happy. You sent him a ‘thank you’ in a form of a laxative infused cocktail. It ruined his night.

Second time, he joined you as a prisoner in Hizuru, for reasons he can’t quite remember. You both escaped that night. It was the first time he worked with you.

After that, you often help each other out in missions, that is if you’re not too busy teasing him, unintentionally getting in his way.

But he can’t bring himself to push you away. He craved your presence.

And now, after three months has passed, with not a single sighting of you, he has grown uneasy.

He missed you. Terribly so.

Eren accepted missions upon missions, not to distract him from this gnawing feeling, but to hope that in one of them, he’ll see you again.

But he does not.

He even got Armin to look for you in security cameras.

Armin does so, albeit conflicted. But seeing his friend so distraught, pacing around in his apartment, wearing out the carpet that he just bought recently, he cannot help but try.

Still, there is no trace of you.

Eren left Armin’s apartment just a quarter before ten in the evening.

The subway train was still surprisingly full.

He had to squeeze his way through.

The train jerked forward, prompting him to hold on to the grab handle. He rests his head on his bent arm, keeping his feet as steady to the ground as much as he can.

Someone by his side shifts and Eren raises his head to see.

A fucking creep was trying to grab the skirt of the woman standing just in front of him. A reaction embedded in his muscles made him reach out to grab the man by the wrist.

The woman turns and a blinding glint led Eren to sweep his gaze down from the most tedious office outfit comprised of a white dress shirt, black pencil skirt, and black tights, to the tall black stilettos and finally, back to the jewelry pierced on the woman’s ears.

Pearl earrings encrusted with pigeon blood rubies.

His eyes widen just as the woman turns to look at him, her eyes flashes in surprise for a moment before she turns away quickly.

The man yells when Eren fails to notice that he is still gripping the man’s wrist, his hold tightening until the joint popped.

“Serves you right for trying to grope that woman!” Says an elderly woman who sat just in front of them.

All eyes were on the man who turned bright red in embarrassment.

The intercom buzzes then came the announcement of the stop.

Half of the people flooded out the doors and Eren calls your name but you quickly disappear in the crowd.

Eren pushed and shoved, apologizing but he did not stop anyway.

The cold breeze bit his skin the moment he got out of the station.

His eyes scanned the area, squinting, struggling to see with the limited light provided by the lampposts. Eren jogged around the alleys, peeking through the dark closed up shops, turning his head at every movement or shadow, startling a cat that was just hopping off a bench.

Eren was just about to turn on his heel when he sees you sitting on a bench in the far corner of the park, he would not have seen you had he not been trained to pay keen attention to every detail within his sight and periphery.

You were turned away from him, sitting relaxed, unlike him who had his shirt sticking on his back, drenched with sweat, his chest still heaving.

He halted in his steps. What would he say to you?

Eren sunk on the bench nearest to him. He wanted to go talk to you but he just can’t figure out what to say. He felt like a creep, just watching you from a distance.

Even his shirt dried off from the amount of time he stalled.

What is he doing? He’s not just gonna sit there the entire night now, is he?

You flinch upon hearing someone clear their throat behind you. The bench creaks, telling you that someone sat next to you. Still, you refuse to acknowledge them.

“How’ve you been?”

The deep somber voice, that you can recognize everywhere, had you closing your eyes tightly, cursing him for being so comfortable when you can’t even trust your own voice at the moment.

Clearly unaware of how he wipes his palms in his jeans.

“I didn’t see you for a while. Could’ve used your help in my previous mission.” He chuckles.

You play with your watch, eyes following every tick and tock of the long hand.

Eren heaves a heavy sigh, you almost glance at him.

“I missed you.”

You bite the inside of your cheek. Closing your eyes when he stands in front of you.

“Y/N.”

Your eyes slowly flutter open upon hearing him call out to you so fondly but still you refused to look at him.

“I’m begging you, talk to me.” He pleads, voice wounded.

That caught your attention.

“What would it take for you to forgive me?” he asks softly, reaching for your hand.

You turn to look at him, your eyes void of emotion. Lips sealed shut.

Eren feels defeated.

He tightens his hold on your hand, his thumb caressing, feeling your warmth, missing the feeling of having his skin pressed on yours.

You wait for him to say more, but he is quiet. Your brow twitches when he lowers himself until his pants gets soiled with the dirt, until his knees ache with the rough unevenness of the park grounds, until he is looking up at you.

“Come back to me.”

Eren guides your hand to his face, kissing your palms, feeling your steady pulse against his soft lips. Reminding him of your presence, grounding him.

His warm breath ghosts on your palm, tickling you. His nose grazes your skin, following a delicate vein.

You blink the tears away when he comes to rest his head on your lap, still kneeling.

Pushing him away is not possible for you at the moment. It baffles you, the intimacy and the fact that a man of his stature is on his knees just for you.

He looks up when you cup his cheeks, giving him a soft smile. You can’t bear to see such broken look in his eyes any longer.

“I might regret this tomorrow but.” You place a gentle kiss on his lips. “I forgive you.”

He rises to his feet, pulling you up to kiss you better.

He will see to it that you won’t.

You give an endearing protest when he runs his fingers on your neck, tickling you. He smiles through it before pulling you closer by your nape.

None of you let go until you are completely out of breath.

Slowly, you pull away to meet his eyes. The amount of emotion they hold makes your heart pound.

Eren pecks your lips and presses his forehead against yours.

“I think, I might have fallen in love with you.” He chuckles.

“Yes, I can see that.” You smile as you play with his hair. “I may or may not have fallen in love with you too.”

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Sims 4 CC - FNAF Movie Decorations and Menu sign:

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An assortment of cases I studied this semester which I will never forget (they're all for torts)

Guy sees some boys on one of his many sheds so he throws a stick at one of the boys to get him off his shed but he accidentally hits the wrong boy who was sitting on his shed

Guy is upset that a bar is closed for the night so he reacts reasonably by attacking the front door with a hatchet

A woman in a cult finally convinces the cult leader to let her leave, so they sail back to America on his yacht and when they arrive he keeps the yacht in the harbor and doesn't let her sail to shore

A grocery store employee told an old lady “if you want to know the price, you’ll have to find out the best way you can…you stink to me.” Personally, I find this statement incomprehensible. But apparently she found it offensive enough that she sued for emotional distress.

Internet service provider can't get this spam email company to stop harassing its customers with unwanted emails. People are unsubscribing because of them. ISP creates a software to filter through spam. Spam email company makes another software to get around new software. 50K enemies to lovers slow burn.

Guy broke into what he thought was an abandoned house, only to discover that the owner had a spring-loaded shotgun trap set up

Women went to doctor for ear surgery. While under anesthesia, the doctor realized that her other ear was a bigger concern, so he operated on the other ear.

Woman and husband discover that the doctor's assistant they let into their home was "just some guy." (Actual wording was "an unmarried, young unprofessional man." Which is going in my Tinder bio.)

It was the Great Fire of 1853 and this dude's house had to be demolished to prevent the fire from getting worse.

Taxi driver was held at gunpoint but he managed to jump out of the cab but the cab sped off without a driver and hit someone. Also the judge decided to write about it in the weirdest possible way.

Guy went to get a urethral swab done and they had him stand the entire time?

Someone slips on banana

Someone slips on milk

Someone slips on pizza

Someone slips on grapes

Barrel of flour falls from top story window and onto guy's head

Guy carrying package is running through train station and trips, but the package is full of fireworks and the package explodes and the explosion causes a giant clock to fall onto a woman.

A plank falls off of a loading dock and creates a spark that causes an explosion

Oil spills onto the water, but some cotton got onto the oil and that was enough for the oil to go up in flames and burn an entire ship and wharf

Vibrations from an explosion cause a minx to eat her babies

Woman goes to use her outhouse and falls through the floor. Landlord tries to say that she assumed the risk because "she could clearly see the outhouse was in bad condition!"

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shubblelive · 1 year

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— LIVING ROOM

summary : you and wilbur can’t afford to buy each other big gifts this year, but you’ll be damned if he goes without.

genre : holiday fluff!!

warnings : none!! happy holidays <3

pairing : wilbur soot x reader

pronouns : none (you/yours)

featuring : wilbur soot, tommyinnit (mentioned), philza (mentioned) (none of them are streamers in this)

word count : 1.8k

note : last fic of 2022!!! thank you guys for making this year so so wonderful! i’ll see you all in 2023, love love love you <3333

The package was on his doorstep when he got home from work, and he picked it up with one hand and pulled his gloves off with the other. He put it on the kitchen table, not thinking much of it. He ordered things online occasionally; it was probably something he’d forgotten about.

He collapsed on his bed, completely exhausted. With the holidays coming up, work had been completely hectic, and all he wanted to do was sleep all weekend. He toed his shoes off and dug into his pocket to find his phone, dialling the most recent contact.

He put you on speaker and placed the phone on his chest so he could sink into his sheets. You picked up almost immediately and he felt the tension start to ease out of his bones.

“Hi, Will,” your voice was soft and he smiled.

“Hello, darling. Sleep well?” It was difficult, when you had first started dating. You’d just be waking up when he got home from work, and when your shift ended he was fast asleep. But you’d managed to wrap your schedules around each other, knowing those few precious hours during the week when you could make time for each other, until the weekend when you were both free.

You hummed in agreement, and he could imagine the adorable way you yawned, tongue out like a cat. “How was work?” you sounded so soft and sleepy he wanted nothing more than to pull you into him and lull you back to sleep.

“Shit,” he chuckled. “I missed you. Was counting down the hours till I could come home to you.”

You awed, and for the next hour you chatted as you got ready for work. It felt like you were there, your voice drifting from beside the stove while he searched for something to eat. He’d need to go grocery shopping soon.

And then, that hour was up, and you were saying goodbye. When you hung up Wilbur was reminded that you weren’t there. He was alone in his shitty apartment, the sound of cars echoing in through the kitchen window that didn’t fully shut all the way.

He found leftover pizza from the night before and didn’t even bother reheating it. Yeah, his job was pretty shit, and his flat didn’t have proper heating but he was happy. He had you, however far away you were, and Tommy and Phil.

He told himself he’d do the dishes after he showered, and he was just about to start when he remembered the box. It wasn’t overly large, but it had a substantial weight to it.

The label was unmistakably your handwriting, and he softened. There was a card inside and he sat down to read it, eyes watering. He knew you struggled with money, you both did. He already had your gift ready, and he felt a wave of guilt at how much yours must have cost.

Will,

I know what you’re thinking. This gift cost me about $50 all up. I made most of it myself. You ARE going to wait until I say you can open open each bit. If you cheat I will be very grumpy.

I love you very much. Can’t wait to talk to you next. Happy holidays, Will.

Wilbur sent you a text saying thank you before he finally turned to the gift. It was a small cabinet, about 20 centimetres tall. Small enough to fit on his kitchen bench without being imposing. You’d painted it yourself, beautiful swirls of blue and peach. Each of the drawers had a number painted on it, from 1 to 25 and he found himself beaming at you.

The first drawer held a feather, clearly fake but soft all the same. There was a note on the inside, and Wilbur felt his heart grow soft. You really had put a lot of effort in to show him how much you loved him.

Now, I didn’t want to risk sending the actual one lest customs officers confiscated it and ruined my plans. Not sure if you remember this, but one time when you were visiting, we were out at the park and a bird landed on your head.

I thought this was hilarious (because it was), but you naturally didn’t see the funny side. That afternoon when we got back to my place, I cut your hair for the first time. In your kerfuffle, a few feathers fell. I grabbed one to remember.

Wilbur ran a hand through his hair and laughed. He needed another hair cut soon. Maybe, if he was lucky, he would get to go see you and you could do it for him. He tucked the feather and the note back in the drawer, before opening the clock app. Only eight hours until you were home and he could call you.

The next three weeks brought a hellish work environment, but more importantly more FaceTimes with you. He’d kept some of your notes in his wallet, sometimes pulling them out during his breaks because he knew you’d be asleep.

You know how in voice memos when you say things the waves make different shapes? This says ‘I love you Wilbur.’ Dunno why, told them to say “you’re a wanker with dumb glasses but they made me that one instead.

I know it’s dumb, but this pen reminded me of you. The ink changes colour every so often and it’s really easy to write with. You’re so vibrant and special, and you’re really good at getting your words out of your head into the world.

I painted this rock to look like a bee because I can’t bee-lieve we’re together. I mean, mostly because of that time I got stung by a bee and you took care of me but also because I can’t bee-lieve it.

When we first started dating, I was terrified I would forget your number before I could memorise it, so I had sticky notes just like this one. Yes, I drew hearts on all of them. I have no shame.

There were serious gifts, like more spray for his glasses, and charms for his keys. Then there were more sentimental ones that represented important dates of favourite memories. And then there were ones like he’d gotten the day earlier.

I found this at a thrift store, and when you open it, it plays ‘That’s what I like’ I figured you could piss off Tommy with it or something.

Wilbur had finished your gift, but he was paranoid it would break while being sent, so you had told him to just show it to you on Christmas when you spoke, and that you could collect it next time you saw each other in person. Ever since last year, when you and Will had both spent far too much money for either of your budgets, you decided that expensive gifts weren’t an option. At least not until you were both out of your financial struggles.

Over the year he had written out one thing he loved about you every day, and put them onto slips of paper and filled a glass jar with them. Some were general things, like “you have really pretty eyes” but some were more specific, like “today you told me a random fact about tropical fish, and now every time I see a fish it’s yet another excuse to think about you.”

So it was Christmas morning, and you both had the morning off. Wilbur had volunteered to take the afternoon shift to get some extra money. He’d FaceTimed you early in the morning, hoping you hadn’t gone to bed. He wanted to open the last drawer with you, but you’d texted him a few days earlier saying if times didn’t work out than to just open it himself. Since he’d be working late, he probably wouldn’t get to talk to you if you didn’t answer. So he sighed, and made his way over to the kitchen to open the final drawer.

Unlike the rest of them, this one had a note on the top rather than the bottom. Read this first, it read, and he unfolded the paper eagerly.

It wasn’t a note, like he’d assumed. Instead it was a screenshot. A screenshot of flight information.

There was a knock at the door.

He brought the paper with him, staring at it for a few moments. It hadn’t quiet registered what it meant until he opened the door and you leapt into his arms.

“You’re here,” He breathed out, closing his eyes.

“I am,” you said. “Did you open it yet? I didn’t know if I came too early but I know you have to work this afternoon.”

“Just in time.” He insisted. “I just opened this,” He brandished the piece of paper and you stepped back.

“So you haven’t seen the rest?” Wilbur shook his head and suddenly you were dragging him back inside his flat.

“Do you have a bag? Did you come here with nothing?” He asked, flustered at the mess his place was in. You didn’t care, and you didn’t answer either, instead just leading him to the cabinet. “How long are you staying?”

“Will, just open the drawer.” You insisted.

He did, and underneath where the note had been, there was a small key. “I don’t understand.”

“When I was here last I got an email about jobs available in Brighton,” you explained, clutching his hand. “I guess my workseeking app must have assumed I moved. Anyway, I applied and they said the position had been filled but a month ago they reached out and said they had an opening. So I took it.”

“So this is-”

“The flat I’m renting.” You nodded. “It’s just temporary, the whole thing was quite rushed. But I’ve been slowly shipping my things over, and I’ll be here for the next six months at least.” His face was blank and you bit your lip. You and Wilbur had been together for nearly four years, but you were worried you’d overstepped by not asking. “Is that okay?”

Wilbur looked at you, tears in his eyes and pulled you into him again. He kissed you, long and hard, until he needed to come back up for air. “Of course that’s okay! Holy shit, you’re actually here.” He kissed you again. “Move in here.”

“What?”

“You said it yourself, you’re looking for something more permanent. Come live here, with me,” he faltered. “If you want to, that is.”

“Of course I do,” You beamed. “Of course!”

Wilbur laughed and embraced you, and the two of you stood there in his living room. In your living room. “Merry Christmas, lovely,” he whispered, not wanting to break the spell.

You giggled up at him. “Happy Christmas, Wilbuh” you mocked his accent.

He chuckled softly. “Hey, you live in the UK too. That means sooner or later everything that comes out of your mouth will be stupid.”

“Wilbur.”

“Oh, fuck off.”

“I love you.”

He sighed begrudgingly. “I love you too.”

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