#want to swear off meat forever

[eldritcmor]

IDEA!! You know how in most legends and myths involving dragons there’s often a hoard the dragon is protecting? What if the 141 was the hoard of someone (or something) not entirely human. They masquerade as a human and fight alongside the 141 but they’re insanely protective of them and have dragon like abilities. Heat and smoke never seem to bother them. Sometimes the 141 can see the shimmer of scales out of the corner of their eye but when they turn to check it out all they see is their “human” teammate. Maybe they have reptile like tendencies and prefer to have meals alone because they’re “insecure” about their eating habits (they’re actually eating nonhuman food like raw meat or something). Idk, I just really like the idea of the 141 being oblivious to a monster in their midst. Also I really REALLY like dragons

Gaz looked up as the sharp screech of twisting metal met his ears. The guard at his door poked his head out to see what was happening only to jerk and slump, a rather large piece of rebar right between his eyes. Gaz did not want to meet whatever the fuck did that and so scooted the chair he was tied to as far back into the shadows as he could. He tried to keep his breathing even but as the steady clomp of boots on metal grew closer, he couldn't cut it. A hand curled around the door frame and for a second, Gaz would forever swear he saw gleaming copper claws. He blinked and suddenly you were in front of him. Kneeling low as you confidently cut through the rope around his ankles.

"Breathe Sergeant. I got you." Gaz practically melted at the familiar rumble of your voice. He let out the breath he didn't know he had been holding as you moved to the bindings on his chest. Then he was confused.

"It's good to see you lieutenant, but how did you get here?"

You hummed as you finished cutting through his bindings and hauled Gaz to his feet. While there wasn't really any major damage that you could see, you still didn't like finding him like this.

"I called in a favor from an old friend. For all intents and purposes, this was never sanctioned. Now before you go thinking too hard, the others did try to come as well. Unfortunately, they got placed under the equivalent of house arrest by Shepherd. Now come on, our ride is waiting."

Gaz rolled the information over in his mind as you led him through the little facility. Everywhere he looked was some form of evidence of a fight. It looked like something had absolutely ripped through their defences.

--

Ghost startled as he entered the little kitchen of their current base. It was incredibly late at night and he hadn't expected anyone to be awake. You were sitting on the counter, ripped open package of red meat in one hand and a piece of meat midway to your mouth. Ghost raised an eyebrow and you slowly lowered the little chunk back into the tray.

"is this why you never eat with us?" Your fellow lieutenant asked as he grabbed a mug from one of the cupboards. You have a little noncommittal shrug as you set aside your dinner. Ghost popped the mug into the microwave and pulled out a few teabags.

"No need to stop on my account, lieutenant." The microwave beeped and ghost retrieved his mug before plopping the teabags in and promptly exiting the kitchen.

--

Soap raised an eyebrow as you stripped off your jacket and bundled it into your pack. The team was visiting Farah and the desert heat was harsh on all of them. Even Price had taken refuge under the nearest shade cloth. You however just seemed to be perfectly fine in the heat. He thought the heat was finally getting to you. That is until you climbed up on huge flat rock, laid in direct sunlight and promptly fell asleep. You were fucking basking while the rest of the team was baking in the sun. Soap stomped over, sun be damned, and climbed right up beside you. He purposely blocked the sun as he kneeled next to you and raised his hand to slap down in the dead center of your back. That is until your hand shot out and easily caught his wrist. You two briefly wrestled for a minute or two before soap yelped as you scooped him up over your shoulder and carried his ass back over to the others. Farah laughed as you deposited Soap right at Price's feet. A simple no left your mouth in a sort of grumbling growl as you went back to your rock. Soap pouted in the shade but didn't move to try again, as Price handed him a canteen of water.

--

Price watched from the door as you wrestled against Ghost, with Soap and Gaz sitting on the side. You two were dirty fucking fighters. Anytime Ghost flipped you on your back, you'd yank him by his mask or shirt to the side. Anytime you'd flip him on his back, he'd take his nails down any piece of exposed flesh in order to get you to rear back and topple. Price thought it was like watching two feral ass badgers fighting. He decided to intervene when Ghost pinned you and his fingers were just a hair too close to your mouth. Your fangs were on display.

"That's enough boys!" He watched in amusement as You and Ghost scrambled to your feet. "Go clean up, all of you. We got a briefing in twenty. Except you, Drake. I need to talk to you." The rest of the squad exited the training room. Price could practically feel the gossip spinning in their heads.

Price turned to you once the team was down the hall and out of earshot. "We need to talk about that little trip you took."

You tilted your head to the side in confusion. "Little trip, sir?"

"The one you took while the rest of us were under house arrest. The one where you somehow returned with the single missing member of this task force."

You simply hummed, a noncommittal sound, as you tapped your wrist. Price shook his head at your silent question. "Ah my most recent leave. What's the issue?"

Price sighed. "Unfortunately, the higher up want to know how Gaz returned." Price grabbed your shoulder and pulleed you down to his height. "You were not involved in anyway, clear?"

You groaned as the grip on your shoulder tightened. "Loud and clear, sir."

"Good man, now get. I'm sure the others are wondering what kind of ass chewing you just got." Price watched as you walked out the room, defeat lining your shoulders. Good, no need to trouble anyone else with your little rescue mission. Price glanced down at his hand. He hadn't meant to grab you that hard but he had to get the point across. There was a red lined imprint of scales in the center of his palm.

#call of duty x reader #cod mw2 #eld writes #kyle gaz garrick #john soap mactavish #141 x reader #simon ghost riley #taskforce 141 #captain john price #eldritch reader #monster reader #dragon reader

[mochatune]

Solivan brugmansia x reader who’s obsessed with him back hcs

—-

- he first spotted you in the library, something about you brought a sense of deja vu.

- you had spotted him too of course but for different reasons. He was in your spot.

- he knew it was. He had sat there on purpose. After multiple days seeing you, goading himself to speak to you, he found the courage to throw himself as a roadblock so you too would notice him.

- he certainly caught your attention. Cheeks puffed and stomping towards him.

- he wasn’t going to be a suck up and give you back “your spot” as far as he was concerned no ones name was plastered on that seat plus this was his chance to have a proper conversation with you.

- you had briefly considered your options to hopefully persuade him out of the seat, something like coffee crosses your mind. After all there was a cafe right there, but since he wants to be so difficult he doesn’t deserve your money or any more of your time.

- having a moment of courage you stomped up to him and plopped yourself on his lap. You swear the energy in the room became rigged, frozen even.

- it’d been about a minute since he’s moved, he’s been dead still since you sat down; You can’t read your book like this.

- “hey can you relax? You’re making me uncomfortable, I don’t bite.” You added the last part with a subtle smile

- now that he’s actually breathing, you ease yourself into his lap. He doesn’t have much meat on his bones but you’re comfortable regardless.

- feeling his arms rest where your elbows lie on the curvatures of the chair, he’s slightly looking over your shoulder. Looks like he forgot about his own book trailing the pages with you.

- despite your blazing moment of boldness you had felt an anxiety creep in, the way his breath reverberated off the back of your neck made you sweat with pressure. You wished you had gotten a better look at him, only seeing his dark tinted nails and pale hands as you glance down from your book onto the arm rests.

- with the boldness wearing off you decide to focus your attention onto the time. To your luck it’s about time to travel to your next class.

- you get off his lap slowly while giving an apologetic smile for your past behaviour towards his personal space. In the process scanning his features, despite the quick glance he was actually very good looking.

- He had hoped that moment would last forever.

- on your way to class you just couldn’t stop thinking about him, two parts of your brain arguing about wether you wanted to see him again. A new hallway crush at the very least. You too were stuck on his mind.

- lo and behold he’s in your art class, fuck.

- your heart was going to implode as you snuck glances at him accidentally hooking gazes with him. His ears tinted red as the gaze was averted mutually while you probably looked like a strawberry.

- you zoned out the teachers instructions with your own overbearing thoughts, he kept sneaking his way into your consciousness. Him and his dumb cute face.

- he had insisted on drawing you, probably for the better considering anytime you look his way you get jittery. Patiently leaned forward in a 3/4th view.

- you try to act casual, you really do but you just cant maintain eye contact. Looking at him for just a second before you shift your gaze to the wall behind him. Seems to be the same case for him as he occasionally hides his red face behind his sketch pad, must be spring allergies.

- by the end of class he claims he’s only halfway done despite it looking beautiful. You exchange pleasantries before speed walking out. Sol.. Sol you liked that name testing it out a few more times as you walked away.

- tailing behind you he grabs you by the wrist, you feel like a schoolgirl the way he’s approaching you and the worst part is you’re enjoying it. You had just hoped he didn’t hear you.

- upon request you gave him your number for “school related activities” yeah right. At least you’re in the clear. Maybe this means you have a chance with him, fake it till you make it right?

- he stays stuck on your mind all the way home as you hunker on your bed looking at the piles of laundry you’ve been putting off. No matter what else you focus on it comes back to the thought of him.

- you practically pray for another moment of confidence as you hover over his newly added contact. Sighing as you throw your phone next to you.

- ding!

- you practically jump to your phone hoping for sol instead it’s just the group chat you’re in. Despite it not being him at least someone bothered contacting you.

- a Halloween party? ‘Sounds fun’ you text the group chat as you copy the photo and send it to sol. Maybe he’ll go if you invite him.

—-

“A Halloween party? Hosted by the school?”

“Yeah!”

“I'm not quite into parties…”

“Oh…”

- You knew it wasn’t appropriate to grow this attached but you still felt your heart drop.

“Oh! Well, that's alright! Just asking, that's all :)”

- Promptly putting your phone face down next to you saddened.

- ding!

“Wait”

“if you're coming, then I'm coming as well”

“Really?!”

“Really”

- feeling your heart suddenly come burst out

“Do you plan on dressing up?”

“Idk… do you?”

“I mean, it's a costume party, so why not?”

“I'll try to think of something then.”

(The text convo was copy pasted from EchikoHoshisuki on Ao3)

——

- this excited you more then you could ever know, jumping out of bed to go and find a costume and perfect your makeup so it looks bomb for the party.

- you stood awake until 2am thinking about that guy, just what the hell was wrong with you. You wished he’d text you back.

- he couldn’t stop thinking about you, his soulmate as he pleasured himself. He’d hope to have a day like that with you a million more times.

- you finally fall asleep with him still plaguing your mind.

- Saturday is quick to pass as you spend it inside practically rotting in bed, you do have to do laundry before it gets too dark though.

- it’s about 5pm when you head out with your dirty clothing in a janky old cart, the local laundromat is placed conveniently across the street. You roll the dirty wheels over the unpaved side walk, each bump making the cart and the clothing wobble slightly.

- you hang around with a book as you wait for the wash cycle to finish, seemingly unaware of your surroundings.

- after flirting with the idea of reading, two pages later you look up and give the room a swipe. The wash cycle on your machine still has 15 minutes left on it.

- maybe it’d just be better to daydream about the person you’re trying to distract yourself from, seems like it’s a good time waster. You decide to do just that for the remainder of your wash cycle.

- you swear you just saw a lock of green hair

- you must be going crazy, you’re thinking about him so much that it’s like he’s really there.

- you feel a tap on your shoulder.

- Oh he really is there. You make eye contact with his orange hues, feeling a warmth creep up your neck and onto your cheeks.

- fuck

- why does simple eye contact turn you into a mess with this guy.

- deciding to not be a square you perk up and ask him dumb ass small talk questions. You know the; “the weathers nice, huh?”, “how are you?”, “excited for tomorrow?”.

- You knew you were excited for tomorrow. School events didn’t typically get you excited but knowing he would be there made it worth it.

- despite the obvious lack of originality in these conversations starters it was still pleasant speaking with him. Hell, even just staring at him was enough for you. Maybe just thinking about him was good enough to hold you over. For now anyway.

- you wanted to talk more, you really did. Glancing over to your machine you see the wash cycle had just ended. You wanted to wrap your arms around him and kiss him as you bid your goodbyes. He did too. But instead you opted for a wave and a smile, as did he.

- upon coming home and hanging your laundry out on a rack you still thought about him, you were going back to that laundromat the exact same time next week just to talk to him outside of school.

- he lived half an hour away from that laundromat. He had caught a glimpse of you one day while out in your area. No particular reason why he was there.

- he couldn’t stop thinking about you either, deciding to go with his own dirty laundry on the day he saw you. He was so lucky you were there.

- I love him

- I love her

- you force yourself to go to sleep that night. The excitement of tomorrow seeping in.

- you have about an hour before you need to head out, deciding on a simple mummy look. You were told very short notice, this was really all you could pull together. You figure if the makeup looks bomb then no one will pay attention to the lack of originality.

- throwing the look together with white eye contacts to really get that corpse look, you twirl in the mirror and head out. Toilet paper already tearing at your feet.

- upon arrival you see your friend group crowded at the entrance all sporting their unique styles. Brittney was dressed in a gyaru style, typical but it was cute. Jess sporting a simple cat ear headband and a tail, looks like it was short notice for her as well. Lastly, Crowe who seems to have put the most effort in was dressed as a knight in shining armor. Literally.

- you talked to them for a respectable amount of time. They were nice and they looked great your mind was just elsewhere.

- you had to find him, he’s like 80% of the reason you didn’t bail out of the plan. Sure, you went for your friends too but him coming was what really sold the deal. Otherwise you would have found an absurd excuse to stay home and scroll Instagram for hours.

- you inched your way out of the conversation, it seemed Crowe wanted you to stay and chat more as he immediately asked where you were going as you slowly but surely walked away.

- you caught a glimpse of sol just then, he was covered head to toe in toilet paper?

- god you guys accidentally matched, you could only hope he wouldn’t think you’re some crazy stalker.

- despite enjoying the chat you had to go talk to him, you just had to. You reassured Crowe you’d all talk later as you ran off into Sol’s direction.

- slowing your pace as you see the love of your life

- ahem

- Sol. As you see Sol wrapped in toilet paper just as you were. Awkward.

- he looks your way, himself blushing at the realisation you both were matching. Another reason for him to believe you both were destined to be together.

- he had to have you. Tonight.

- he could not and would not wait any long he decided as he looked at you. Thank god for the toilet paper covering over half his face, he’s redder than a tomato.

- as you finally approach him you both talk as he whisks you away somewhere more private.

- he lures you away from the crowds, to tell the truth you were grateful. You didn’t even want to come to this stupid party.

- it was weird when he had you follow him into a dark creepy alleyway but it wasn’t creepy as long as he was there by your side.

- you both stood there, awkwardly, as he stood at a distance ahead of you. He was acting strange but the red flags didn’t bother you so long as it was him.

- though it was even weirder when he lunged at you and stuck a wet cloth in your face. It made you woozy as your vision went black.

- you awake tied to a chair, you can barely piece together what happened last night. Only bits and pieces coming to you, you have a killer headache too. Maybe you could chalk it up to drinking too much if you weren’t strapped down to a cheap ass chair.

- it was actually pretty sturdy as you tried breaking your way out of it. You can only let out a defeated sigh hoping someone will come and save you, you scream but it seems that no one can hear you.

- except him.

- Upon hearing footsteps you’re pretty nervous, opting to stay as quite as possible.

- it’s him, thank god. You feel yourself immediately sink into the wood of the chair and your breath flow becomes less forced.

- he enters the basement with what looks like a bowl of oatmeal and a cup of water. He looks cute in his inside clothes.

- he doesn’t seem to be in a rush to untie you, which is weird. If he wanted you to come home with him you would have.

- he’s still, just staring at you. You can’t maintain eye contact for too long before you blush and avert gazes again. curse your nerves.

- you’re not sure what to say, honestly you’re just happy it’s him and not some creep.

- it’s a relief when he walks up to you with that tray of food, you’re honestly kind of hungry. Maybe he’ll untie you if you comply.

- “you know, you don’t have to tie me up to make me stay by your side.. heh” you offer a nervous chuckle hoping to lighten up the mood. Biting your lip to quell your anxiety.

- he perks up at this, stopping his movements with the silverware as it sloppily clangs onto the edge of the porcelain bowl.

- his face is covered, not even just covered. Drenched in a red hue, sweat runs down his forehead as he hurriedly wipes it away with his sleeve.

- that reaction gave you knots of your own, even after holding you captive you still somehow can’t get enough of him.

- he fidgets with the silverware, opting for the silence as he feeds you. It shouldn’t have made you hot and bothered but it did.

- the way he’d dab at the food that clung to the corners of your lips with his fingers gave you a visceral reaction. You briefly considered licking him honestly.

- must resist the urges. God you really were desperate.

- somewhere down the line he unties you, it doesn’t even take a fully day to get his trust. It didn’t even take you a full day to warm up to him.

- if he wants you here so be it.

- maybe you weren’t as crazy about him as he was to you but you must have had a screw or two loose to enjoy the attention he was giving you.

- you’d miss him when he ran off to school wishing he just wouldn’t bother at all. Days he’d leave you alone in the house were torture.

- you missed him all the time.

- sometimes you’d think about tying him down so he couldn’t leave you.

- you two really are just two peas in a pod

—-

Look i know these barely count as head canons considering they’re supposed to be vague but I honest to god just really hate writing one shots.

This one really took the wind out of me, I do not usually dedicate this much time to an hc but there is NOTHING for this guy online. Possibly due to the game only being a demo right now.

Anyways, I hope the longevity of this isn’t bothersome, I’ve only seen a small handful of readable fics for this guy and wanted to separate myself from the masses. I heavily utilized EchikoHoshisuki’s fic on Ao3 as inspiration for my own, I’m hoping by mentioning their name they’ll add another chapter soon 😅 Maybe expect something for broken colors or yours game next.

And yesss, I know there are still unanswered asks in my inbox. I just have commitment issues but I love y’all and I promise at some point in my life they will be answered.

#solivan brugmansia #the kid at the back sol #the kid at the back vn #the kid at the back fanart #headcanons #yandere community #yandere

[minkkumaz]

taesan soft thoughts?? indeed!

taesan loves music and taking videos, so why not spend a day in the big city with him! roaming snack shops, album stores, go window shopping, hang out at skate parks, or do anything at all while taesan records every second of it on his camera bc he thinks ur the cutest person ever

CATCH MY HEARTS ON CAMERA

there was once a saying that a picture is worth a thousand words. taesan wants to capture everything about you in the case that words are a little hard to form. that's how in love with you he is.

PAIRING han taesan x fem!reader WC 3.2k TAGS fluff. taesan is literally in love goodnight. cussing. OMI NOTE i know this isn't exactly a drabble.. but as soon as i read that i thought of this and literally could not resist. i got a little carried away ngl LMAO but anything for you pearl.

there was once a saying that a picture is worth a thousand words. for this exact reason, taesan invested in a photo camera. it was second hand, but the quality wasn’t terrible. something about lower quality pictures felt more real to him, because not everything could be perfect.

what he wanted to do with the camera was all apart of his master plan, however. the amount of love he had in his heart for you extended great height. because of this, part of him needed something sincere to confess to you. and what was more lovely than a video diary

so hence started the project where he took you on a friend date once a week for four weeks. the word ‘friend’ was something he hated, as it made him feel crazy. there was a possibility you didn’t reciprocate, which is why he had to try everything.

when he brought up the idea (excluding the fact that he considered it a date), you were immediately on board. you always enjoyed being around taesan, so you paid no mind as to why. “i think that’s a really sweet idea taesan, we haven’t been able to properly hang out since i came back to korea. you’re just so popular” you told him happily.

“yeah it would be nice to spend some time together. i could maybe pick you up tomorrow?” his voice hints nervousness, but you don’t catch it.

“great! do you already have a plan for tomorrow?” “i can’t tell you, otherwise that ruins the surprise.” he smiles at you fondly.

with that, taesan stepped right onto planning. there were a multitude of places he was thinking about taking you. but at the end of the day, as long as you were together he would be okay.

friend date one: street food markets and a happy girl.

sometimes, food is the way to someones heart. and a little someone might’ve been dying to go to a food market during night - time to try all the best snacks in town. as soon as you brought it up some time ago, he could already envision the brightest grin pulled together on your lips.

hundreds of luminous lanterns shone throughout the alleyway. there were many banners sprawled out everywhere, advertising the different kinds of foods and merchandise you could purchase. not only that, the smell of meat and vegetables wafting through the air was heavenly.

as soon as you arrived at the location, taesan lead you carefully, making sure to cover your eyes. though you were sure when you heard the sizzling of food on a grill you knew exactly where you were. the touch of his skin on your eyes got hotter and hotter.

once he uncovers your face, your vision takes a second to adjust before you see the pretty vendors lining down the street. your jaw drops and you turn your heels to look at the boy behind you.

“oh my gosh taesannie no you didn’t!” you squeal like a little girl, jumping up and down, “i’ve wanted to come here for such a long time, but nobody ever wants to come with me!”

“i know haha that’s why i wanted to bring you–” you cut him off with a tight hug, his heart beat quickening.

“thank you thank you! i swear i’ve been craving street food forever since i moved back here.” 

when you pulled away, he almost had to chase after you as you ran down to see all the action. all of your senses being immediately heightened, stars behind your eyes. taesan knew this was a perfect moment, so he took his camera to record your rush.

“look they have gamja hot dogs!”

you ran up to one of the stands to order as taesan followed behind you. while you waited patiently for it to be prepared, you rocked on your feet eagerly. through the lens you looked cute, but it was incomparable to seeing it in person. 

“here, pay with this.” he grabbed money from his pocket with his free hand, giving it to you.

“are you sure taesannie– i just got promoted i can pay.” you try to hand it to him but he pushes it back to you.

“it’s not that expensive, don’t worry about it.” he insists.

“ahh okay fine. but next time we hang out i’ll pay!” you tilt your head and smile, shifting your attention to the crisp batter surrounding a mozzarella hot dog.

taking a bite, you immediately melt, chewing quickly so you could tell taesan how good it is.

“you have to try this it’s so good!” you put the treat up to his lips and he takes a bite, blushing at the thought of an indirect kiss. but you were right, it was really yummy.

“auhh, this is very good! you can get another if you’d like.” 

“then how will i have room for other stuff silly? let’s go look at all the other things!” you grab his hand to lead him around.

he places his camera back in his pocket, happy with the footage he got of your excited demeanor. the night would be long and your bellies would be full, and it was all worth it.

friend date two: let’s go skate!

the sound of wheels against pavement filled your ears, as you and taesan sprawled out on a grass patch nearby. there was a classic checkered blanket underneath the two of you with a basket of fruits and crackers.

“have you ever tried skating, y/n?” taesan asked as he handed you a napkin with a couple grapes in it.

“it’s too scary, i’d rather have my feet safely on the floor.” you tell him while snacking on the green fruit.

“i think it would be fun to try, i can help you. i brought my skateboard for a reason.”

“hold up– that’s basically me asking to die! you look a lot cooler when you’re doing it.” 

it sounded a little silly, but you were scared of skateboarding. professionals always made it look so cool, but it made you nervous. though after seeing taesan do a shoot at a skatepark, you thought it would be a nice recommendation to hang out there one day. but him actually remembering wasn’t something you expected. let alone have you try skateboarding.

taesan reddened with embarrassment at your compliment, shrugging it off, “just let me push you once, yeah? i can get some photos of you for your instagram.”

“that is a tad bit more convincing… you’ll hold me still, yeah?” you sit up from your spot, wiping any grass that might’ve gotten on your outfit.

“for sure, let’s go?” he holds a hand out to lead you down the little hill and towards the many skaters. 

you walked along with him, nearing closer and feeling more edgy. why exactly were you doing this? there was a possibility you just liked him that much, but you would never tell him that.

“taesannie i swear i have never touched a skateboard in my life, what if i eat shit and totally embarass myself?” you held the board he gave you in your shaky hands, fingers scratching against the dark grip tape.

“you won’t fall, y/n, i said i would be holding on to you.”

the idea of holding you as you stumble around on a skateboard was cute in his mind. he would help you get over your small fear, and take a few shots of you rolling around (with your arms swinging around like a weirdo, but his weirdo).

“okay okay.. but if you let me fall, zico will be hearing from me.” you sigh in defeat, placing the board down on the smooth pavement. 

“i promise, just step on the board and ill push you.” he gripped your arm in his hand while you stepped on the board.

“wait wait wait– don’t push me yet i’m scared.”

“don’t be scared okay? i’m right here i won’t let you get hurt.” taesan couldn’t help grinning at your clumsiness.

once you gave him the nod of approval, he let go of you and pushed. at first, you waved your arms arround to try to stablize yourself, but you got the hang of it.

“i’m doing it!” you exclaim while rolling off into the distance.

taesan zooms in on you rolling away while you shoot a thumbs up towards the camera. seeing you flailing around was sweet, but seeing you happy at your success was a lot more delightful.

friend date three: superache was lovely, but you’re lovelier.

just down the street, a very aesthetically pleasing album store opened up. if taesan wasn’t so caught up with work, he would’ve gone to the grand opening with riwoo. despite this he was quite relieved to learn you also were planning on going soon, so this was perfect.

both of you dressed comfy in matching hoodies (per your request) and walked a short distance to arrive there.

“i hope they have the conan gray cd i want. sunset season has been at the top of my shopping list, but the other stores near us are always sold out.” the bell rang at the top of the door when you guys walked in, signaling a greeting from the employees working.

“i enjoyed superache, i might get the vinyl for it actually.” taesan thought out loud.

“superache was really good too, what was your favorite song off of it?” you question, holding an imaginary mic up to his face.

“uhh probably memories? i listened to it a lot during weverse con.”

“oh i remember when you posted it! that makes sense i forgot.” you said, going towards the cd’s.

“you have my notifications on for weverse?” he asked sheepishly.

“why wouldn’t i? it’s like i get two times the texts from you.” you smile at him.

“that’s cute.” he spoke quietly that you could barely hear him.

the two of you scrolled mindlessly throughout the shop, flipping through the letter tabs to find the artist you liked. taesan made sure to mentally note which artists you looked at for longer, or which genre you browsed in for the longest. 

inside the shop, there were fake vines running across the walls and tons of posters littered about. it was awfully cozy, and though the dimmed lights made it harder for his camera to focus, you would look good even if you were blurry.

“taesannie! look i found the sunset season cd!” you bounced delightedly, holding up the jewel case in front of him. 

he captured the joyful expression on your face, your lips pulling into a teethy smile that made him feel warm. when you noticed the camera you made multiple poses holding the cd. watching your every movement as you switched between peace signs and half hearts.

the last date was nearing closer, it made his heart ache anxiously.

friend date four: this is our chapter, right?

after your friend date today, he would go home to make a compilation of all the memories you made in these few weeks. this was probably the most extroverted thing an introvert could do, but in a way, it made the most sense to him. 

he would show it to you the next day, hoping to be able to call you his girlfriend very soon. for now, it was best to swallow down the stress and make today worth it.

earlier in the morning, he texted you to meet up at a library just to hang out. there was a cute cafe there in case you felt hungry, and your favorite selection of books piled atop numerous shelves. 

taesan arrived earlier than you in order to pick out the best spot to sit together, out of view from too many passerbys. while it sounded oddly suspicious he just wanted time alone with you, he always did. and you trusted him.

“taee sannn?” you whisper yelled, walking at a fast pace with your head bopping around. he raised his hand up and you saw him sitting against a bookshelf.

“hey you found me.” he perked up quietly as you sat down next to him on the floor.

“yeah i basically had to parade around the whole library to find you, stupid. big tall mountain yet i was unable to point you out from all these people; who may i add, are not six fucking foot.” you tease, scooting in to him until your shoulders barely touched.

“well you found me now, that’s what matters, right?” 

“i guess so. what are you reading?” taking the corner of his book in between your fingers, you slightly pull it in your direction.

“i’m not sure, i kinda just picked something up while i was waiting. it’s pretty good so far though.” he moves his head up, feeling the closeness of your guys’ faces. you were still looking, analyzing the pages.

“it smells old.”

“what?” he laughed, “you don’t like the smell of books?”

“it’s not that, it just reminds me that i haven’t been in a library in such a long time. reading makes me tired.” you yawn.

“don’t fall asleep on me now, here, i’ll go a few pages back and we can read together okay? just tap my arm when you want me to turn the page.” he told you while you just hummed in reply.

together, you read in silence for awhile. the pads of your fingers gently pressing into taesan’s arm whenever you were ready to move onto the next page. over time, your taps got lighter and lighter, until you didn’t tap at all.

your head fell into his shoulder, making him flinch slightly at the sudden contact. when he glanced back over to you, your eyes were shut.

taesan freezes, unsure of what to do. does he wake you? he doesn’t dare to move a single muscle, ultimately deciding to let you rest. his mind and heart is racing because while you were always close with him, it was different when he had a crush on you.

he took his arm to wrap around your body, pulling you closer towards him. you nuzzled into him comfortably, unbeknownst to you exactly what you were doing. he pulled his camera to snap a very charming photo of you all sleepy. something about you looked very silly, so he was excited to show you and tease you about it.

right. he had a whole compilation of things he wanted to show you.

“you have no idea how much i like you, y/n.” he murmurs softly.

friend dates are out, confessions are in: i think really really love you.

taesan stayed up all night clipping together photos and videos of you. every scene of you, every detail, he studied over and over just reminiscing of all the moments you got to spend together. he was so fucking scared you wouldn’t reciprocate his feelings.

normally he was calm, putting up this kind of chill persona. but genuinely he was terrified. any of the other members that he talked to about the whole situation told him that you definitely returned his feelings, but he could never be too sure. leehan was on top of telling him that he’d be fine.

but there he was, anxiously waiting for you to knock on his door. his laptop lay in front of him on the coffee table, tabbed out of the video so you don’t see it right away. time couldn’t pass any slower.

however he swore his heart rate picked up even more when you did knock. he quickly pulled out his phone to make sure he was looking okay. his outfit was nothing fancy, just some sweatpants and a shirt, but he still wanted to be presentable for you. the best way to get you over to his house was a movie night, so comfy attire was a must.

“hi taesan!” you greeted him as he opened the door to let you in. 

“hey, are you ready for a movie night?” he fidgeted with the jawstrings on his sweats, going to sit over on the couch with you behind him.

“yes i’m excited! i get big blanket though you stole it last time.”

“yeah of course, but um– i wanted to show you something first.” he stuttered out.

“sure, what’s up?” you were worried from taesan’s sudden demeanor change. he took his laptop from the table and switched to a tab, placing it in your lap.

“hit play.”

once you did so, you were met with a melodic sound in the background. it was a tune you were familiar with, but you never knew where it was from. taesan would hum it all the time, and you realized once the first verse started that it was his voice.

‘hi, y/n. these were my favorite moments with you for the past week.’ read the captions below.

photos and videos of your past few weeks together played on the screen in order. you waiting excitedly for your gamja hot dog, you rolling away on taesans skateboard.

‘you might be wondering why i put all of this together, and sometime throughout this i wondered if it was stupid.’

 the multiple photos of you posing with your favorite conan gray cd, and lastly a photo of you sleeping soundly against taesan’s shoulder.

‘but i think it was perfect for me to capture every single moment that made me fall in love with you.’

the expression on your face was blank, you blinked back, still a bit confused. more photos played throughout the video, selfies of you and taesan over the past couple years.

‘i really really love you, y/n.’

as the video came to an end and the screen went black, you looked over at taesan with tears welling in your eyes. you moved the laptop next to you and leaned over to embrace him in a hug.

“taesannie… why didn’t you tell me sooner?” you sniffed while he returned your hug.

“i just didn’t know how. you deserve nothing less than perfection y/n…” he paused, “and i mean it. i really am in love with you, i always have been.”

“i love you too, taesan.”

in that moment, every single worry and doubt he’s ever had washed away as you placed your lips on his. it was like a reward for the constant longing he had for you. part of it still felt like a dream, but you’ve always been absolutely unreal in his eyes.

“is that what all of those dates were for? to hypnotize me into falling in love with you?” you giggled pulling away.

“i mean it wasn’t my intention, but if it happened, it happened.” 

“shut up, this was totally something leehan would do! he helped you didn’t he?” you furrow your eyebrows while poking his cheek in an attempt to get answers out of him.

“you don’t give me enough credit, this was my idea i promise. he’s just the one that kept me sane during all of it.”

“even if you were insane i wouldn’t mind visiting my lovely boyfriend in the mental hospital.” you place another slow kiss on his lips.

“that sounds nice, girlfriend.”

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Warrior Song 7

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Okay we are still playing real fast and loose with canon. In fact, a lot of canon rules have gone out the window by now. Just roll with it. It’ll be fun. 

Blue Team plus medic and Fernando experience some unintended side effects of an unknown pollen. 

Warnings: Cuddle pollen, swearing, medical jargon, discussion of touch starvation. 

Word count: 2.9k

Master Chief/John-117 x f!reader

Blue Team made surprisingly good company. Sure, they didn’t talk a lot, but they were all easy with each other, and took instruction well. 

Because of course you took charge of making camp and making sure everyone actually ate. Since your expertise as a medic wasn’t needed, this was close enough. 

It had been a week and a half since you all started on this quest. So far, there had been four more bases and some searching for clues. Despite the lack of actual progress, Blue Team didn’t seem disappointed.

If anything, they seemed to be relaxing a little, slightly more open with you and Fernando both. 

“They’re heading back,” Fernando told you, standing lookout behind you. 

“Okay.” You dug out one more wild onion and put it in your basket before you straightened. “At least we’ll have a good dinner tonight.”

“I still can’t believe you caught one of those things,” he muttered, referring to the rabbit-like creature you’d managed to snag for dinner. 

“Just because they can eat MREs until the end of time doesn’t mean I want to,” you shot back with a prim sniff. You brushed off your knees as you stood, gathering up your basket. “Are they very far?” 

“We’ve got time to get back to the Pelican.” Fernando smirked and started walking. “As long as you don’t lag behind.”

“Hey!” Pouting, you jogged to catch up to him. “Just for that, I’m not going to give you any of this delicious soup.” 

“Aw, come on, you like me too much to deny me.” 

“We’ll see about that.”

The friendly bickering continued back to the Pelican, where you set Fernando to chopping up the onions while you worked on the meat. This had turned out to be a good spot - quiet and open enough to see any potential problems coming, with a small river in the opposite direction the Spartans had gone. You’d even gathered up enough firewood to keep a fire going all night. 

The meat was in the stew pot by the time Blue Team trudged up, all of them half-covered in bright yellow pollen. Your mouth dropped open. 

“What the hell happened?” you asked, blatantly staring. 

“Some flowers threw up on us,” Kelly answered, dry and vaguely disgusted. 

“They ejected all their pollen at us,” Linda corrected, though she also sounded vaguely disgusted. 

“We’re going to wash,” Fred added. 

“You want some rags?” You were already standing to get some for them, poking the meat one more time to be sure it would be fine for a minute. 

“Might as well.” Fred waited while you grabbed a handful of rags, tossing them over. With a lazy salute, he went after the others in the direction of the river. 

“They look ridiculous,” Fernando said once they were probably out of hearing range.

“Right?” You couldn’t help but snicker. “Seriously, I thought they went rolling through a flower field or something.”

Fernando cackled. “I will cherish that mental image forever.” 

You finished adding everything to the soup and gave it one more stir before you nodded. “Well, soup just has to sit and cook for a while, the longer the better. Think we should go help them scrub, or leave them to it?”

Fernando made an exaggerated thinking face, rubbing at his beard. “I suppose we should help,” he agreed on a sigh. “Or they’ll be out there all night.” 

“Copy that.” You smirked at Fernando’s huff of laughter, and the two of you headed after the Spartans. 

All four of them were in the river, scrubbing at the armor, which still had pollen clinging stubbornly.

“This might be easier if you take it off,” you said, planting your hands on your hips and surveying their progress critically. “Fernando and I can help that way.” 

Fred waded back to shore, pulling his helmet off and handing it to you first. “Thanks,” he mumbled, looking faintly embarrassed. “The pollen is more… resilient than anticipated.”

“We’ll get it off. Eventually.” Setting down his helmet away from the potential splash zone, you and Fernando helped him take off the chest and back plates, and you each got scrubbing. 

“The hell is this made of?” Fernando grumbled, glowering at the chest plate. 

“Something very stubborn,” you huffed, raising your clean hand to rub under your nose briefly. You made a triumphant noise as you scraped the last of it off the back plate, and set it aside. “Kelly, I’ll get yours next.” 

Kelly walked over obediently and helped you get her chest plate off, which was practically coated in pollen. You sat to work on it while she scrubbed at her legs. 

“Joy, you made note of these flowers, right? And have labeled them as avoid at all costs?” 

“I did,” the AI confirmed. “I’ll upload the information to your tablet as well.”

“Thank you.” You wiggled your nose as it itched again, dipping your rag in the water to get rid of the pollen before getting back to scrubbing. 

“You’re up next, Chief,” Fernando said far too cheerfully. “And don’t object, Fred is helping Linda.” 

John sighed but relented. He even took off his helmet, the last to do so, as he let Fernando wrestle the back plate off. You couldn’t help but snicker at the sight. 

“Boy am I glad dinner is cooking,” you muttered. 

“You cooked?” Fred whipped around to look at you. 

“Look, I don’t know how you live off of MREs, but I refuse. Yes, I cooked.” You set the chest plate aside and motioned Kelly closer to help scrub the leg armor. 

For a few minutes, everyone was silent. You noticed Fernando shifting closer to you until he was pressed back to back with you, and you pressed back into him. Oh that felt nice. You could probably nap like that. 

And then Fred sat next to Fernando, armor off, radiating warmth. And he pressed into your little tangle. 

That was even better, and you hummed a pleased note. 

“Joy.”

The almost-sharp command from John made you look around, immediately wary. 

“I’m on it,” Joy agreed. On what? You didn’t see anything. Linda settled near you, hands twitching. 

"How do you feel?" John crouched in front of you, looking you over quickly. He even started to reach for you, but checked himself. 

"Okay," you answered slowly, frowning. His concern was making you concerned and was quickly spiraling into outright anxiety. "A little jittery? A little cold? Kind of tired?" 

Fred made a little noise behind you and pressed against you, very nearly toppling you with accidental strength. 

"Everyone up," John snapped, getting to his feet. He hauled you up after with very little apparent effort. 

"Chief, whatever this is, it isn't poisonous. Vitals are all holding steady," Joy piped up from his helmet. 

"Back to the Pelican." John's voice was hard, allowing for no argument. 

Nobody actually complained, just grabbed all the gear and started walking. You ended up carrying two helmets - John's and Linda's. There was also a gun. You definitely hadn't picked that up, and had no idea where it had come from. 

That sounded like a later problem. 

You were getting cold, shivering as you walked. Fernando, walking ahead of you, didn't seem to be much better off. 

But it wasn't far to the Pelican, and everyone was quick to set things down. 

You were the first to crack. You inched closer to John until you could lean into his side, and then you sighed as you started to warm up, already feeling better. Fernando nearly jumped to join you, squishing you just a little between the two men. 

"The hell is that?" Fred asked, even as he was sandwiched between Linda and Kelly. 

"Well, if I had to give it some kind of a name, it seems to be… cuddle pollen?" Joy sounded caught between amusement and sheer regret. 

"Cuddle pollen?" The question from Fernando was slightly muffled because he refused to lift his head from your shoulder. 

"Well, you all seem to need to be touching," Joy explained slowly. "But your vitals are all fine! Some minor temperature fluctuations, but everything else is within standard ranges for each of you." 

You shrugged. "Cuddle pollen. Huh." You huffed a little. It was getting harder to actually think. "I vote dinner first, then bed." 

Nobody actually opposed you, so you tore yourself away from the absolutely divine warmth of John's side to serve the soup. John very nearly grabbed for you, but restrained himself at the last moment. Fernando, on the other hand, was quite happy to take your place. Traitor. 

Dinner was silent. Not the same kind of silent as usual, but the kind of thick silence that comes from a whole group of people who can't think straight enough to hold a conversation. You ended up on John's other side, with Kelly's feet on one of your thighs. Which did eventually make you grimace and pluck at the undersuit. 

"You all should get changed. There's spare clothes for you." 

"Spare clothes?" Linda lifted her head like a predator scenting prey. 

"Uh. Yeah." Suddenly embarrassed, you ducked your head. "Thought people might need them. At some point." 

A moment later you were lifted off the ground in a bear hug. Fred didn't set you down again for a few moments, and then he lumbered inside to change. 

Joy definitely had to prompt you and Fernando to put out the fire and to change into dry clothes, but that was fine. Actually, that gave Blue Team time to rally, and rally they had. Every pillow, bedroll, and blanket had been combined on the floor of the Pelican into something resembling a comfy sleep space. 

Fernando was quick to cuddle up between John's back and Linda. John himself was sitting up, watching you. 

At least until you got within grabbing distance. 

One moment you were trying to figure out where to join the cuddle pile, the next you were in John's arms being manhandled with your back to his chest. With a satisfied rumble, John laid down and curled around you, a protective barrier between you and the rest of the world. 

Well. A protective barrier between you and the Pelican, since the ramp was up and the ship was entirely closed off. 

"Was that really necessary?" Linda asked, sounding more amused than aggravated. 

John didn't answer, just tucked his head against the back of yours, clearly intent on holding you. 

There was a bit of almost drunk-sounding giggling from… Fernando? And a grumble from Fred. 

And then a soft snore. 

Warm and relaxed and utterly content with this arrangement, you laid your hands over John's arms and closed your eyes. 

Soft talking woke you, and you blinked rapidly. You were warm, your head pillowed on something surprisingly firm and warm. A careful shift of your weight confirmed that there was someone behind you. 

“Morning, sunshine.” Fernando crouched in front of you with a shit-eating grin. 

You made a rude noise at him and rolled away from the person behind you to lay flat on your belly, hoping to ignore everyone and everything for a little while longer. 

“You need to drink something.” Fernando set a bottle down next to you. You knew it was a bottle because he put it right next to your head, so the chill of it seeped to your skin. 

“Why.” You didn’t lift your head.

“Prevent dehydration. Also, I bet Chief needs to get up by now.”

That made you squeeze your eyes shut. “Tell me I didn’t cuddle him all night,” you whimpered.

“It was adorable.” That came from Kelly. 

You swore softly but sat up, grabbing the water bottle and refusing to meet anyone’s eyes. Movement to the side of you got you to glance at John, still dressed down in the shirt and soft pants you’d picked up for all the Spartans. 

“Don’t worry, Linda is an aggressive cuddler,” Fernando stage-whispered to you. “I’m just glad nobody kicks in their sleep.”

“Fred used to,” Kelly piped up. “As a kid.”

“Not for long,” Fred grumbled. “Why do you even still remember that.”

The two bantered back and forth, and the bantering helped to put you more at ease. Although, really, now that you were awake you felt great. You didn’t feel tired or achy at all. That was quite possibly the best sleep you’d had in… months.

Which got you thinking about why. Human contact. It had been ages since you’d cuddled with anyone, let alone the human heater that was John. You still didn’t get a lot of hugs, not on the Halo with things as they were. 

A quick look showed Fernando looked better too, the circles under his eyes already fading, shoulders more at ease. The Spartans were harder to read, but they certainly seemed more relaxed this morning, willing to banter. 

Everybody in the Pelican seemed to be suffering from touch starvation to some degree, and the cuddle pile had actually helped. You hadn’t even thought of it, had never even considered, and yet. Proof sat before your eyes. 

Setting your water aside, you focused on Fernando. “How do you feel?”

“Fine. Good, actually.” He shrugged. “Good night’s sleep will do that.”

“And you?” You looked at Kelly next. 

“Fine.” 

“Fine, or better than fine?” 

She hesitated, which was as good as an answer. So you looked at Fred, who shrugged but also looked down as the bridge of his nose went pink. Linda met your gaze with a little smile. 

And John… John held your gaze, something warm and affectionate there. 

“Huh.” You chewed on your lower lip for a moment before you stood. “Joy, where were those flowers?” 

“You’re not going to find them?” Fernando leaned closer to you, squinting at you. “Did you overheat? Are you feeling okay?” 

You waved him off, turning away. “I feel great, actually, which is what I’m trying to investigate. That cuddle pollen actually seems to have had a positive effect on all of us, even if only through lowering barriers so we could sleep in a pile and put a dent in our undoubtedly massive touch starvation debt.” 

“Touch starvation?” This time Linda asked, watching you with interest. 

“Humans are pack animals,” you told her, searching for your shoes, one of which had vanished. “Hugging actually reduces cortisol, among other things, allowing for better sleep. Helps block stress hormones. Boosts oxytocin. All that good stuff.” With a triumphant noise, you grabbed the wayward shoe and stuffed your foot in it. “There have been dozens of medical studies about the positive health impacts of hugs, cuddling, all of that. So, conversely, people who go without touch for a long time become touch starved, it can be pretty serious.” 

“Still doesn’t explain why you want to go find the plants.” Fernando put himself between you and the ramp, arms crossed over his chest.

You paused, tapping your fingers against your thigh. “I’ve never seen anything like that pollen. I don’t know if it could be helpful, medically speaking, but probably. I’m not on the R&D side, I don’t know. What I do know is it’s something new and therefore worth documenting, at least.” 

“You’re not planning to sprinkle it in our food or anything, are you?” He eyed you almost warily.

You jerked back, honestly hurt. “I would never! Look, I may do some ethically questionable things, like shouting my more stubborn patients into submission, but I would never do anything like that.” You hit the button to lower the ramp a little harder than normal, turning away from Fernando. “I want you all to have breakfast and drink a full bottle of water, just in case.” 

And then you left, stepping around Fernando and ignoring his verbal stumbling, hopping off the ramp before it had even finished lowering. 

You didn’t slow down until you heard footsteps behind you. You paused and then shrugged. Whoever it was could catch up to you if they wanted. 

Of course, you’d also left without a way to talk to Joy. So you just… wandered off the way you’d seen Blue Team go yesterday, and hoped for the best. 

“You need to head more west.”

You paused long enough to let Linda catch up to you. She was without armor, since you’d left so hurriedly. Come to think of it, you had no way to even gather some of the pollen if you did walk to the plants. 

“Sorry.” You grimaced. “This is silly. We should go back.”

She shrugged. “In a bit.” 

You let your shoulders drop, looking away. “Well. I’m glad you lot slept well, at least.”

She nodded slowly. “It was… nice. Odd. But nice.”

“Maybe you should make it a new Blue Team tradition,” you offered, half-joking. 

“Pretty sure John won’t want to restrict it to Blue Team.” The look she gave you quite clearly indicated something you weren’t ready to admit just yet.

“Yes, well.” You shrugged. “That sounds like a John problem.”

Linda dipped her head to acknowledge the current stalemate. “Take your time,” was all she said. 

You weren’t sure how to respond to that. So you didn’t, not really, just turned away to see if you could find any other useful plants here. 

And if you desperately wanted to crawl back into that makeshift bed with John, you kept it firmly to yourself.

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♡ Cooking With the Genshin Men ♡

Cooking together is such an adorable domestic moment, one that fills your home with warmth and love ♡ All the genshin men behave differently in the kitchen, they have their strengths and weaknesses. Some want to get involved in the process, some just love watching you work. All love sharing this activity with you ♡

Childe, Zhongli, Kaeya, Diluc x gender neutral reader || fluff, romance

Content Warnings: Lots of swearing in Childe's part, use of the term "pet" in Kaeya's part.

Childe can’t cook for shit but insists on helping. He follows you around the kitchen like a lost puppy, ending up as more of a hinderance than a helper. You’ll start a step and he’ll beg to finish it, saying something like, “take a load off, girlie! I’ll take over (with rizz).”, then fuck it up immensely. He fucks up in ways you didn’t think were possible. Even if he’s just stirring pasta sauce, you’ll end up having to clean it off the ceiling. He’ll get all dejected if you bench him, and you don’t like to see him pout, so you’ll have to get creative. “Darling, will you tie my apron? I just can’t reach back there…” you say, batting your big doe eyes at him. By God, will he tie that apron for you—with the goofiest crooked grin on his face. He’s such a fool for you. You find that delegating tasks like this, ones that have nothing to do with the actual food, to him is the best way to let him feel involved without it looking like an atomic bomb went off in your kitchen. You can ask him to fetch the colander off a high shelf, press the button on the salad spinner (with supervision, or else he might overdo it.), and preheat the oven. Make sure you thank him loads for his help with it, “I don’t know what I’d do without you~”, and throw in a kiss on the cheek for good measure. He’ll feel like your valuable little sous chef, and you’ll both have an edible dinner ♡

Zhongli’s food feels like heaven on your tongue but he takes forever in the kitchen. He’ll offer to make you lunch at noon and it’ll be done by eight o’ clock...the next morning. He doesn’t even notice it; one of the pitfalls of living for a millennia is a loss of his sense of time. That being said, his dishes, both cooked and baked, are divine. So you’ll just have to help him speed up the process. Whining that your hungry every fifteen minutes isn’t the most moral way to achieve that goal, but it definitely has an impact—despite how he hushes you with a, “Patience, sweetheart.”, or if you really bug him, “I am not beyond closing your mouth via physical means.”. You’re not sure what he means by “physical means”, but with the way his voice rumbles like an earthquake when he says it, you don’t want to find out. So you zip it. Another way to have the food ready in the same decade you ordered it is to help! Vegetables he'd otherwise sautee on simmer are softened and browned in five minutes with you on the stove. Meat he'd give an hour-long, full-body Swedish massage to is crushed to inch-thickness in mere moments with your mallet. You let him handle marinades--them being his specialty, but you have him start them days in advance, so he can flavor them to his standards and you won't be left waiting for dinner 'til you're a sun-bleached skeleton. Zhongli is used to taking things at a snail's pace, so he needs you in the driver's seat to hit the gas. Though, you equally need him to tell you when it's important to slow down. Cooking is not a loveless process, the amount of care he puts into food for you is a way of expressing his affections--he won't settle for anything less than perfect if it's on your plate. So he is happy to stand over a cauldron of broth all day, stirring it, adding in anything he believes might be missing, giving the water ample time to pull every last drop of flavor from the bones, all for it to be a moment of joy in your stomach. To him, any time he spends in service to you, no matter how tedious the task, is time well spent.

Kaeya is a fantastic cook, especially when he’s drunk, but he won’t share any of his secret recipes with you. He tells you it's because he's sworn to his family to never speak a breath of them...but really, he wants you to have to ask him to make it for you. And he will! Happily! It brings so much satisfaction to his soul to have you eat something he's made and it bring a smile to your face. It makes him feel valuable and like he's properly taking care of you--two things that deep down, he's quite insecure about. Not to mention, he goes wild for that pleading look in your eyes when you ask him to cook you a specific recipe you're craving. Despite how much he loves it, he just has to tease you for it; "Oh, look at you begging. I didn't realize I had a pet to feed.", his signature smirk adorning his face. He'll top it off with a kiss to your forehead, chuckling at your face contorted in offence. You can only stay mad for so long, as the moment you take your first bite, all you feel is smitten. Just like his skill as a flirt, he really is just that good. He'll soak in the sight of your content, dreamy face, fulfilled in how much you enjoy something he's made for you. Fulfilled in seeing first-hand how he has a positive impact on you--shooing away his internalized fears of not being enough. He's done something good. He's made you happy. And even if he pokes at you for it, he looks forward to you asking him to do it again.

Diluc knows the basics but really, he just isn’t all that into cooking. He has staff to handle that for him and, frankly, he doesn’t have time to pursue it as a hobby. But when you cook for him? You’ve made his day, his year, his life. He’ll replay the memory of the taste on his tongue and warm feeling in his heart over and over again to the point that he literally dreams about it. He’s just so touched that you made something for him. Putting love and effort into this dish with him in mind. He also likes to watch you when you cook; how you flit around the kitchen, the skill you demonstrate when you chop and season...and his front-row seat comes with perks--as you'll periodically hold out a spoon of sauce or broth for him to taste. There's something about you holding that spoon to his lips, the way you blow on it for him with your perfect lips, him sipping it with you gently supporting his chin that sends his mind reeling, his heart stuttering. He has to restrain himself from asking to marry you right then and there--the thought of you with his ring on your finger, of this dreamlike scene in the kitchen being a daily occurence, it's just too overwhelming to ignore. Maybe it's the way he feels doted on when you do so, he's at the mercy of your hands and you use them to care for him, to ask him his preferences on what you're making for him. There's really nothing better. He'll go to sleep that night with a warm feeling in his stomach and that composed smile on his on his face, hoping you'll cook for him again tomorrow.

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[babyflorencee]

Haunted House

Jonathan Crane x fem!Reader

"Johnny, please. I don't want to go in," I whined, tugging on the sleeve of my best friend, as we started to near the entrance.

"Come on darling, I'll be right next to you the whole time," he said, intertwining our fingers together, giving my hand a small but reassuring squeeze.

I nodded my head, holding on to his hand tighter when I realized we were the next people in line to go in. "Okay, next," the lady said, nodding her head to Jonathan and I.

"Have fun," she sinisterly said, smiling widely at us, causing me to hug Jonathan as if my life depended on it.

"Don't be scared, love, she says that to everyone," he said, laughing a little as he hugged me back.

We walked through the blood-stained door to be greeted with a room that looked identical to a meat locker. Taking a deep breath, I looked around the room noticing that there were meat hooks, hanging animals, hanging body part, black and white flashing lights making it harder to see, not to mention the room was so cold that smoke appeared whenever someone talked, or even breathed.

I looked over at Jonathan, seeing an amused look on his face. He had this psychopathic, crazed look in his eyes, making me nervous at the thought of this amusing him. "Jon, I don't like this," I whispered, looking up at him.

"How? This is so fascinating. The affects the smoke, the blood, the animals, not to mention the screams. Don't you like it?" He said, smiling like a little boy who just got handed ice cream. 

I knew he liked these things. He has been trying to convince me to go with him to a haunted house for years. But something about him getting pleasure from other people's fears seemed a bit off to me. But I never really cared to think about it. I was just grateful enough at the fact that he let me cling onto him, since he was the polar opposite of affectionate. He hated giving and receiving any form of affection.

"No, I don't Jon," I said, giving him a weird look as he just rolled his eyes in response. 

We kept walking for what seemed as if forever, when all of a sudden, this overly tall guy that was wearing a white apron with blood and slashes all over it and who was carrying a big, butcher knife, jumps from behind the door causing me to let out the loudest, blood curling scream I had ever heard. I practically jumped onto Jonathan, burying my head into his neck, on the verge of tears, as he was now forced to carry me.

All he did was let out a laugh, reaching over a little to pat me on the head, "It's okay little one, I'm here to protect you." The mockery in his tone being very apparent.

After the second jump scare, I ended up forcing Jonathan to carry me until we reached the end of the haunted house, making him swear on my life that he will never bring me to another one of these things ever again. 

#cillian murphy imagines #cillian x fem!reader #jonathan crane #jonathan crane imagines #cillian murphy x reader

[ghuleh-recs]

It was @fourleggedocto's birthday this weekend!! He is one of my all-time favorite ghoul writers so I threw together a greatest hits rec list for the occasion! I get a lot of Ifrit requests—look no further, y'all. Octo's always got you covered. Wouldn't it be a lovely (belated) bday gift if you left some comments/kudos on some of these?

recs under the cut.

What Happens Between Us (series) - ifrit x phantom (x swiss)

Phantom Dew and Rain are already fucking. Ifrit are they loud Phantom Yeah. Ifrit do u like it Phantom Kinda wish it was me. What the fuck? That was not what he wanted to say! He drops his phone with a squeak and swears once again, this time aimed at his back-stabbing appendages. His phone vibrates in the sheets, the screen lighting up but Phantom refuses to read it. He turns over and hides his face in his hands. His cheeks feel hot to the touch, which only fuels his embarrassment. Ifrit shoulda said smth b4 u left want some help?

Easy To Need - dewdrop x ifrit

“D’you think you could cum just from me pressing ‘em?” Dew slurred, a little drunk on the noises Ifrit was making, the way his tail slapped the bed happily every time Dew pressed into another one. “Don’t know,” Ifrit huffed, and the unsaid part of it hung heavy in the air between them: Let’s try

Ceremony - phantom x everyone

Phantom knows he’s quickly becoming a problem, but he can’t help it. His whole pack is tired of waking up to him humping their leg or pillow, moaning in his sleep, and just generally being a nuisance to their beauty rest. As far as he knows he’s destined to be alone forever, to retire to his own room every night, to get off in his hand or against his pillow or in his pants like a dweeb. To never feel a knot, never know what sex is like up here, never know why Rain is so painfully loud. Or: Phantom's initiation

date night - cumulus x mountain

“What?” Mountain grunts. He runs his hands down her thighs and back up to latch around her back to distract himself while she just keeps giggling, and he knows his own smile is stupidly big, only growing when he joins in with the light laughter. Mountain’s head tips forward with it, sending a grove of wisteria tumbling in front of his face again. He stops laughing suddenly, blushing heavily and bringing his hands up to cover his face. He can feel Cumulus pull out a smaller bloom from the top of his head, and it sings in her hold. He feels the way it’s pulled to her energy, dancing on her wind. He feels like that too.

Suffer in Body (Just Starting to Sin) - aether x ifrit

When Ifrit’s hands flew up to his wrists, he stopped immediately, inspecting his eyes carefully. The fire ghoul’s pupils only blew wider as he forced out, “Keep them on.” He sounded out of breath, which nearly knocked all the air out of Aether’s lungs as well. He adjusted them snuggly back onto his fingers, then reached out and cupped Ifrit’s face. He leaned into the reprieve of the cold metal. “You better not regret this,” he mumbled, before bringing his hand down. Hard.

Angel of Small Death - dewdrop x ifrit

“Dewdrop, give it up. Staring at it isn’t going to make it grow back,” Ifrit groans, walking into the little water ghoul’s room to find him exactly where he left him 2 hours: in front of the mirror, completely naked, shaking fingers hovering over his little dick. It's the only part of this new, weird meat vessel he hasn’t gotten used to, and he's adamant he never will. Ifrit thinks it’s amazing, the best looking dick he’s ever seen, and he needs him to know it. “Can I show you?”

Mountain One Offs - mountain x everyone

Mountain had resigned himself to the outskirts of the pack, hoping that not getting too close would help him keep them safe. But these idiots kept making him fall in love with them and now he just has 7 ghouls to look after (or to look after him) and keep occupied so they don't get themselves in too much trouble.

𖤐 you know the drill--bookmark, read, and leave kudos/comments!

#hbd octo!!! #sorry it's late ♡ #my fic recs #the band ghost fic recs #the band ghost fanfiction #ifrit ghoul #phantom ghoul #swiss ghoul #aether ghoul #aurora ghoulette #cirrus ghoulette #cumulus ghoulette #dewdrop ghoul #mountain ghoul #rain ghoul #sunshine ghoulette #nameless ghouls fic #spicy tag #birthday mixtape

[judethejudas]

‘Bath time’ COD Ghost x Male! Top! Reader Smut

Ghost may be in charge anywhere else but with you?

That was strictly your job.

And he had no problem with that.

WARNING: highly sexual themes, swearing.

MINORS AND FEM ALIGNED DNI

Your hand waded in the bath water, testing its temperature and finding it to be just right. It was more on the hot side but you decided tonight was to be your ‘spa’ day. Can’t have a cold bath if you wanted to relax.

You figured your boyfriend needed one too.

Smiling, you grabbed the scented Epsom salts and poured a generous amount into the bath. It was mainly for Simon, since he was certain to have suffered some sort of injury or intense muscle aches that required a good soaking.

He would never tell you himself.

That he was in any sort of pain, big or small.

‘My boyfriend, the most stubborn man alive..’ You laughed a little as you sprinkled flower petals into the bath. May as well take it all the way and make it look pretty.

Speaking of the man, you wondered why you sent him out for wine in the first place. Everything had to be perfect when it came to you so it was no doubt that he was going to take a year to find a good bottle of wine.

The water would get cold.

You made a decision to enjoy a little bit of the warm water yourself. Your hand went to work on sliding the bathrobe off, already having taken off your clothes prior to coming into the bathroom. You dipped one leg into the bath— before fully enveloping your body in the heat.

You let out a big sigh and quickly sunk deeper in, propping your arms up to lay atop the edges of the tub.

Now all you needed was some wine and your handsome man.

You closed your eyes and hummed to yourself, trying your best not to fall asleep in there or else Simon would be quite upset if you drowned.

You chuckled. He was allowed to be worried about you at all times but you couldn’t worry for him even in the slightest? You recalled dropping a knife while you two were cooking one time and he gave you a lecture about being careful and that you could have cut your toe off.

Then he had to make a joke about just tossing any dismemberment into the dinner because you can’t waste good meat.

You’ve never known a man to be so serious and such a goof at the same time.

You heard the bathroom door open and you had to force your eyes open from its sleepy state, turning to look at the entrance.

There was your boyfriend, holding a bottle of wine at his side.

And he was soaking wet from the rain.

“Oh, my poor baby.”

“Be quiet.”

You could hear the pout in his voice and you laughed, beckoning him to the tub with your finger.

To which he graciously obliged.

He put the wine down and began peeling the sopping clothes off. He grunted, struggling with the pants as they seemed to cling to his body the most. He got them off eventually and was soon completely naked. You smiled watching him and held your arms out as he crawled into the tub, laying in between your legs and lying back against your chest.

He let out a sigh as he felt the warm water heating his frigid body up. Your arms wrapped around his waist and you laid your chin atop his dark, wet hair.

“What’s with the flowers?” He mumbled, scooping up a few petals into his hand and dumping them back into the water.

“They’re pretty and they smell good.”

“One is digging in my ass.”

“Good, you could use a few flowers up there.”

You both shared a giggle and you kissed his head, your hands coming up to massage his shoulders.

He let out a relaxed hum and leaned into your touch, his head now laying on the space between your shoulder and neck. You gave him another kiss on his cheek, on his neck, and his collarbone.

“I love coming home to you.” He whispered in your ear, grabbing your face gently and giving you a kiss on the lips.

“I wish you could stay forever.” You said before he kissed you again.

“I promise we have the rest of our lives for this, love.”

You gave him another kiss, deeper this time.

He turned his body so that your chest was against his and he was basically sitting in your lap, with your arms going around to hold his hips.

Then he started grinding.

You groaned into the kiss and quickly pulled away, going for his neck and giving him love bites.

You felt him shudder and cling onto your broad shoulders, moving his hips against you in a rhythm.

“Fuck.. (y/n)..” He almost growled out impatiently.

You chuckled against his skin.

“Be patient, dear. Like you said, we have the rest of our lives for this.”

“Screw that..” He breathed out as you found his sweet spot on his throat that made his dick twitch. “I’d rather have it now than later.”

“What’s this? Is the lieutenant going to beg for me to fuck him?”

“Shut up.” He hissed out.

Your cock was hard and it was poking Simon’s thigh, to which he scoffed and took hold of it in his hand— making you shiver.

“And what’s this, huh? I believe you can’t be very patient either, (y/n).”

Your eyes were misty with lust and you stared up at your boyfriend with a smirk.

“You want it so bad then go ahead.” You said as you leaned back to lay against the tub. What better game than to let him think he has the upper hand?

“Oh I intend to.” Simon said as he started pumping your dick, making you grunt as you stared at him with a very horny look.

Simon was attempting to keep his composure as he positioned the tip to prod his ass.

And suddenly you became worried for him.

“No prep, babe?”

“I’m not waiting anymore.”

And then he slid it in, making him squeeze his brown eyes shut as he put about two inches into him.

“Easy now..” You bit back your moan, forgetting how tight this man was and trying your best to not thrust into him.

Simon was gripping onto your shoulder hard. He had also forgotten how big you were and probably should have prepped like you said.

But he truly couldn’t wait.

He moved down to get you deeper into him and he groaned, soon bottoming out entirely. Thankfully the water made it less painful but it was still a tight squeeze for both of you.

Your boyfriend laid his head on your shoulder and stifled a whimper. No way was he going to start letting out pathetic noises in front of you or he’d never hear the end of it.

He let out a shaky breath and started moving. Slowly. He didn’t want to be torn open and have trouble walking the next time he was on a mission.

God forbid anyone finding out he was bottoming for someone at home.

Soap would have all the fun in making jokes about him.

“Fuck, Simon..” You moaned, taking hold of his neglected cock and began pumping it up and down.

The man on top of you grunted and moved with a little more earnest. It was starting to feel very nice and the pain he was feeling was turning into pleasure.

You could sense the change in him when he started moving more confidently on top of you.

Now that just wouldn’t do.

You sat up straight and started bouncing him on your dick and he gasped, quickly slapping a hand over his mouth to stop more noises from leaving.

You grinned, knowing you were turning such

a tough guy into a whiny little mess on the inside.

Your mouth latched onto his nipple and started sucking, with your hand still jerking him off. Simon groaned into his hand and moved his hips faster.

He had to admit, something about you made him want to be a whimpering little slut, but it went against his very nature. Before he met you, he was always the top. Always in charge.

And here he was, on the verge of tears because your cock was hitting his prostate so deliciously it made him want to cry.

“Fuck.. fuck..” He breathed out into his hand, shuddering and shutting his eyes tightly when your tongue flicked against his sensitive bud.

The water from the tub was spilling out onto the floor in large quantities but neither of you could find a care in the world. Only chasing after each other’s release while simultaneously finding your own.

“God, Simon, you feel so good.” You groaned out, giving him more praise as he moved faster and faster on top of you. About how much of a good boy he was and how he was taking your cock so well.

Simon couldn’t take it anymore.

White streams of cum started coming out from his dick and onto your hand and chest. He grunted and moved into your hand desperately, getting every last bit of semen out.

You also started filling his ass with your load from how hot he looked and Simon shivered, feeling some leaking out of him. Jeez, didn’t you jack off at all while he was gone? There was so much.

Both of you were panting when you finished and gave each other exhausted but loving stares.

When you caught your breath you gave the man a kiss, slipping your tongue in gently. He welcomed it and wrapped his arms around your neck, with your own hands coming up to feel his toned, muscled back.

You two stayed like that for a few moments. Holding each other closely and losing yourself in a tongue war. Of course your lover lost that battle quickly.

Then Simon pulled away with a string of saliva connecting to your lips and his.

“Let’s go to the living room and have some of that wine.”

“Right away, lieutenant.”

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The things I’d do to have Ghost whimpering for me *sigh*

Anyways hope you enjoyed, studs.

#cod #cod ghost #ghost #mw2 #mw2 ghost #ghost x male! reader

[http-paprika]

Bite the Hand / Phillip Graves

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summery after accepting graves’ offer, frost arrives in texas at the shadow company base weary and unsure.

werewolf!au / pairing phillip graves x female!reader / callsign frost / wc 1683 / warnings swearing and brief mention of blood

notes looks like thursdays are just becoming my updating day. this chapter took me forever to write, and i ended up not even including everything i originally planned because the struggle was real. but the banter between frost and graves in this chapter give me life! the taglist list is opened, so let me know if you'd like to be added so you get to see all the next chapters!

The sun rose between the pines slowly as she drove down the quiet country roads, her limited belongings in the bed of her truck and her third cup of coffee’s steam blowing in her face as she took another sip. Letting the bitter liquid shock her awake and keep Frost alert. She had decided to drive through the night, to spend the long, dark hours contemplating her decision; the pleading of her commanding officer not to leave, and Phillip Graves’ joy when she’d give him a satisfactory response.

As the early sun grew higher, she could feel the heat. Frost knew Texas was brutal for its heat, but it still shocked her. The humid air surrounded the truck, it was thick in her lungs like water as she tightened her grip on the steering wheel and pulled onto the dirt shoulder of the road. 

“This can’t be right. Fuck.” She swore and pulled over on the side of the road, turning her hazards on despite the emptiness of the empty road. The directions given to her were poorly written out, and there were no distinct landmarks around to guide her. There was a slight temptation to roll the windows down further and drive slowly, using her nose as a guide. But her tracking skills weren't keen enough for that, it would be futile.  

 “I’m losing my damn mind,” Frost grumbled, before a knocking on the window caused her to jump out of her skin, reaching the closest object and turning to look at the source. Graves smirks at her from the outside, an arm propped against the truck, a rifle slung over his shoulder. His scent was blended with the pines, a natural camouflage that had kept her detecting him.

“Can you not do that?” She asks, a scowl on her face as she rolls the window down further.

“Just wanted to ensure I got myself a soldier who reacts properly. Not sure what a plastic straw would do, but I’m glad to see you’re vigilant.” Graves chuckles, she looks down at the object she’d chosen for defense, quickly dropping it back down. “Also happened to be in the area and noticed you pull over. Guess the directions provided weren’t very useful?” 

 “No, they weren’t.” Frost sighs, rubbing the crease in her forehead, hoping that her meetings with Graves wouldn’t always put her on edge. She eyed the gun cautiously as he shifted his footing. 

 “Good thing I found you then, you can get lost real easily if you’re unfamiliar with these parts.” He states, readjusting the strap of the gun. “And the Shadows aren’t very kind to strangers in their woods.” 

“If you’re attempting to scare the shit out of me, you’re failing,” Frost responds cooly, unlocking the passenger side door for Graves. He gets in the truck, placing the rifle in the back between her two duffle bags. She was close enough now, that Frost could feel the heat radiating off his body, noticed the length of his hair as she pulled back onto the road, and his musk was a heavy scent. He’d just shifted, she was certain of it. Keeping the windows down to dispel his scent, Frost allowed Graves to direct her, following his directions and resisting the urge to ask what he’d been doing in the woods. 

“You don’t scare easily, do ya?” Graves’ eyes were set on her, watching the way she ground her teeth together at his question. “Most of our kind would be intimidated, wandering into the Texas backwoods that’s filled with a vicious pack.”

“Maybe, or maybe I’m just really stupid.” He let out a barking laugh at her response, reminding Frost of the coyotes that her father used to hunt down when they’d steal a chicken or badger the sheep. The sharpness of his teeth and the cackle in his voice made the similarity uncanny. 

“Well, I’d hate for that to be the truth.” Graves shook his head as she slowed the car, reaching a boom gate where two soldiers stood on guard. One of the masked soldiers stepped up to the truck, glaring at the stranger inside but motioning for the other to open the gate once he spotted his commander. “Quiet morning, Diego?” 

“Yes sir.” Even with a mask covering the bottom of the man’s face, Frost could tell he was sniffing her out. His eyes narrowed even as he waved her on; in the rearview mirror, she watched the two soldiers talk, keeping their eyes on the truck. 

“Does your pack have a hard time accepting new blood?” She asks with curiosity, wondering how much of a living hell her life will become. All of this was uncharted waters for her, having never been in a situation like this before. But she knew enough about the distrust packs had towards outsiders, strangers. 

“They’re just a little standoffish at first, weary about you and your scent. But once you’ve had enough of our food, spent enough time in the woods, and among us, you’ll be fine. It’s just a matter of time.” Graves attempts to assure her, but the thought of joining a pack still leaves Frost on edge. Her own father hadn’t accepted her, she was his flesh and blood, yet he still turned his back on her. How much easier would it be for it to happen to those she had no ties to? 

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“You want any coffee?” Graves asks her, stifling through the papers in his office. It was still early enough that the building was empty, with no one to ask questions or bother her about her sudden appearance. 

“No, thanks. I had a cup about an hour ago.” Frost declines, surveying Graves’ messy office, the books he had staked on the windowsill, the various photos he had, and odd trinkets placed throughout the room. It was a stark contrast to the office her old commanding officer had, his had been so cold and unwelcoming, but Frost got the impression that this was Graves’ second home. 

“Right, course you did.” He could smell it on her the same way she could smell the dirt Graves tracked in on his boots. Moving to his desk, he placed down papers for her to sign, the contract of employment. “Don’t forget to read the fine print.” 

“I’d hate to accidentally get in a blood ritual because I didn’t read the terms and conditions.” Frost humorlessly chuckles, sitting down to sign the contract, sealing her future.  

“Wouldn’t ask you to do that. I’ll see where your loyalty lies soon enough. No need to spill any blood, well, any more than this job already does.” Graves said, moving to sit down across from her. He could tell she was unsure, taking her time to read over and sign. “Still worried you’re getting ingrained into a cult?” 

“You read my mind.” She looked up from the papers at him, her forehead knit together with a frown. 

“I know you’ve never been affiliated with a pack before, it’s a natural fear. But this is just like joining the Marines, ‘cept this time, you don’t have to be something you’re not. No one’s holding you back now, you can shed that skin.” He pointedly said, watching Frost as she picked up the pen, signing her name down on the contract. His eyes linger on the signature after she passed it over to him, the ink still wet as he picked it up.

“Don’t make me regret this, Commander.” 

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Graves chuckled as he stood, motioning for her to follow him. “Come on, let me show you around your new home, and get you acquainted with the company.”

 Hesitantly, she followed him out of the office as the building slowly began to fill with soldiers as they attended to their duties. As the two passed, the members of the Shadow Company took their time to get a good look at her, taking in the stranger as Graves rattled on about the job. She wasn’t used to having so many eyes on her, wishing she could blend into the background, and hide in the shadows. 

“You got any brothers?” Graves asked, pausing in front of a door, hand on the knob. 

“No.” 

“Well, you do now.” He opened the door, stepping into a smaller room. Three shadows turn to look up at them, quickly standing to attention at the arrival of Graves, despite him telling them not to. “Where’s Lerch?” 

“He stepped out to get breakfast.” One of them answered. The longer Frost stared at them, she came to recognize them as the shadows who’d pulled her from the rubble, Vance and Dipaolo, but the other was new to her. “Why?” 

“Do you remember how I told you boys we were getting a fine new edition?” The three men looked over at her, slightly nodding. They had the same look of uncertainty and suspicion that Diego. had presented at the gate. "Well here she is." 

 As Graves finishes giving the brief introduction, the door opens behind them. Frost turns and stares up at the tall, broad man who entered, her eyes trailed even with the obstruction of his dark sunglasses.

“I see you brought me the new meat, Graves.” The man commented, not breaking the glare. Compared to Graves, the man was a giant, his scent of tabacco and oil consumed the room just as his presence commanded it. Frost could tell why Graves had chosen the man, she could only imagine how intimidating he was on the field. 

“Yes, I have.” Graves put his hands on her shoulders, beaming with pride as he introduced the two. “Frost, this is Lerch. One of the most terrifying men you’ll ever meet, my third-in-command, an expert in lycanthropy, and who will ensure that you're the soldier the Shadow Company needs.” 

Lerch gives her a full smile, a golden canine tooth glinting in the low light of the room, extending a mitt of a hand down to her. “Welcome to the Shadow Company, Frost.” 

taglist: @delusionally-loveless-by-choice / @bacon-sandwich-of-dionysus / @iamcautiouslyoptimistic / @anna-banana27

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[unamused-boss]

How we met

Billy Harvgrove x Phoebe Levin

Summary: The day Billy Hargrove found Phoebe Levin changed his life forever. The day he met her was one he would never forget, literally. Like how can you forget that.

The minute that Billy stepped out of his camaro into the Hawkin’s High School parking lot he knew that this was gonna be the absolute worst part of his entire life. Girls were already gawking him like a piece of meat given to a pack of wolves. The guys were sizing him up like they thought they had a chance at winning a fight against him. 

“Jeezus, smells like cow shit here.” He muttered as he made his way into the high school. Once his boot made contact with the tile floor of the school he was swarmed with wannabes and thirsty girls.

“Hey man, I'm Tommy. We’re gonna be great friends.” One freckled faced freak said to him.

“Hello~ I’m Tina, it’s so great to meet you.” Some brunette flirted.

“Heey cali boy, how does the countryside feel?” Some rando said.

‘Holy shit, do these guys have anything better to do?’ Billy thought. ‘It's not the worst, I already have them like putty in my hand.’ He smirked, he already had a majority of the school's population on his side. This could not be as awful as he thought it was going to be. If these guys are like this just by his first day then Billy can’t wait for what will happen throughout the next couple of months. 

Which is what happened, Billy soon became the new King of Hawkins High School. He had everyone eating from the palm of his hand. The parties were nothing like the ones in California but they were a good way to distract him while being here. And every girl here wanted in his pants, which he let them but soon left them right after the deed was done. 

The day started off as any other day. Billy was late to his first period, as perusal, taking his seat with a very irked teacher. As he was about to start his normal routine of ignoring everyone around him a glint caught his eye. He turned his head to see a girl decorated in long earrings and glittering necklaces. She had pale skin and hard dark hair. Her eyes looked bored but still tried to pay attention to the lesson at hand. She wore dark clothes, her stomach was out, and the closer Billy looked he realized she didn’t have a bra on. She looked wild. Her hair somehow kept and unkept at the same time. Something about her was drawing him in, like a wave to a surfboard.

“Can you stop starring?” She broke him from his thoughts. No enthusiasm in her tone, she was not happy whatsoever that he was staring at her. Why was she not giggling at him like every other girl?

“I’m Billy.” Billy tried to introduce himself. Pulling his classic charm to win this girl over.

“I know. Now stop talking to me.” She simply put.

“What?”

“I said stop talking to me, you are someone I do not want to speak to.” She was getting frustrated by his presence. That’s bullshit, the only person that was supposed to get annoyed by him was Hairrington.

“I’m trying to flirt with you, you know that right?” He asked as if it wasn’t obvious.

“Yes it’s very obvious, so why don’t you stop and go back to the other girl next you that you flirted with all last month that has not stopped staring at you since class started.” Now you were over him. If your tone didn’t put it straight in his face that you were not having anything he was giving; he turned around to, in fact, see the said girl staring at him. Then the bell rang just as he was going to talk to you again. But you were out of there without him seeing.

The cafeteria was where Billy saw the mysterious girl next. He just stared at her as she sat by herself. No one was around her, being that her friends had a different lunch schedule then her. His staring didn’t go unnoticed by Tommy or Carol.

“Why are you staring at that weirdo?” Tommy asked him, picking at the food on his tray.

“Who is she?” Billy asked curiously.

“Phoebe Levin is the most peculiar girl you’ll ever meet. Swear to god she is related to The freak sometimes.” Carol scowled. “You seriously don’t want to be around her.”

“Her mom was married to some Russian immigrant dude, probably killed because of his help with the Russian forces.” Tommy laughed.

“Ugh, I don’t know why she is still here.” Carol whined. “Billy there are such better girls in this school than her.” The three continued to stare at the young girl. 

Phoebe knew they were watching her, she knew Billy was asking questions about her. “God give me a break.” She grumbled through the sandwich she was chewing. She heard the sound of fake pompous heels click their way over to where she was sitting. And to no one's surprise there stood Carol Perkins. With a grin on her face and  her caked on makeup.

“Can I help you Carol?” The unenthused girl spoke.

“Hey Phoebe.” Carol smiled, obviously fake. “ I just wanted to check up on you, you seem so lonely.”

“Okay?” Carol just continued to stare at her while she ate.

“You know for someone that has so many cropped tops, you do have a pretty fat stomach.” Carol snied. 

“You know for someone that sucks every other guy's dick except her boyfriend’s, you’d think you’d know how to shut your mouth.” Phoebe retorted. “Are we done here?” Carol just sat there with her mouth agape. Phoebe finished the remainder of her lunch taking her tray to leave. Only for Coral to put her foot out and trip her. Causing Phoebe to go face first into her tray. Phoebe picked herself up, taking the little food she had off her shirt. Walking away unbothered.

“Ugh, You scathing BITCH!” Yell Carol.

Billy watched in amazement. He loved every moment of that conversation, he knew she were different. He didn’t think she'd be this different. He watched as Phoebe made her way out of the lunchroom watching her hips sway as she walked. Carol made her way back to their table huffing and puffing at the interaction she just had. Sitting down like a newly scolded child.

“I told you Billy, you don’t want to be around her.” Carol sneered.

Ever since Billy asked about Phoebe Levin everybody has given every opinion possible about her.

“She is so weird.”

“She’s probably a spy planted for the Russians, maybe that’s why she’s so isolated.”

“I swear she’s done a seance with Munson!”

“Phoebe doesn’t wear a bra, like ever, which is kinda hot?”

“Uhg, she hangs in the library all the time in her dark corner.”

“She always seems like she’s on some psychedelic trip.”

“I saw her walking barefoot through the woods once.”

“Her grandma is a witch.”

“I hear she’s eaten goat’s brain.”

Billy didn’ t give a shit what these people thought. He only knew her name and that he wanted to meet her.

While Billy dealt with his predicament of having to find his belle of the ball in black Phoebe was dealing with her own troubles. Her trouble has names that are Carol Perkins, Hiedi Flanders, Tina Clarks, and Betty Johnson; those four have been giving her hell all week. All for Billy Hargrove having caught his eye on her.

“I swear to everything, I will rip his tongue out.” Phoebe grumbled under her breath.

“Hey it’s alright.” Nancy reassured, “It’s Friday, you won’t see them for two days. But you will be seeing Tom Cruise with me.” She grinned. The both of you being friends was an odd sight to see. A princess and a witch, but you guys have been through thick and thin together. Phoebe was there for her when she found out Barb was found dead. And Nancy was there for Phoebe when her dad died. Only those two know the secrets between each other, that no one else will ever know.

“I guess you’re right.” Phoebe smiled. “I’ll see you after gym… see ya.” Phoebe waved her off. 

Phoebe was making her way to the gym locker room when she thought she heard giggling behind her. She knew what was going to happen, having already accepted her fate of whatever little prank the class bimbos were going to pull on her. Nothing like this will change for her if she stays in this fucking town. Phoebe entered the locker room to her spot by the corner. Putting her stuff away into her cubby then continues with getting ready as normal. Taking off her clothes to put on her gym clothes. Once the shirt was over her head and on her body, this is one of few instances she puts a bra on (ya gotta stay prepared) Phoebe then hears the giggles again. ‘Dammit’ Phoebe braces herself for what is about to come. The expecting rush of cold water comes down upon her; her hair now wet, her mascara smudged and running down her face, the top of her shirt soaked. The giggles turned to full hyena laughter ringing through the locker room. 

“Sorry Carrie didn’t see ya there!” Carol boasted.

“I think she looks better this way.” Tina smirked.

“Yeah, it brings out that washed out skin.” Betty cackled, and I’m the one that gets called a witch. The warning whistle from the coach signaling us to get out of the locker room.

“Come on Carrie, don’t wanna be late.” Carol joked, her and her friends laughed as they walked away. Phoebe did not react. She made no comment. All she did was make her way out of the locker room to the gym for class. Where she saw a familiar mullet head skipping class.

A glare was given to him. Phoebe was tired of the shit she was given. Tired of the attention people have decided to give you for the dumbest reason. To have some meat head think this is the funniest joke on the planet. ‘I will shave his head and make him eat his hair.’ I hate him.

‘Holy shit.’ No one since he has gotten here has given Billy any shit. But the glare that Phoebe gave him. A chill ran up his back. With the unlit cigarette hanging from his lip almost falling out. He has not met a girl like her. Well he has but they usually never speak to him, let alone glare through his skull. 

“Go to hell…”

Phoebe spent her time in gym class wisely. She didn’t tell the coach. Didn’t explain to anyone that asked. She ran her laps. Did every exercise she was told to. She ignored the laughter of the girls that did this to her. Ignored that stares from everyone. However when at her water break Phoebe noticed the janitor’s closet was unlocked, ideas went through her head. If she was going to be treated like this only because some ass is giving her attention. Well they don’t say an eye for an eye for nothin. 

Gym class was let out, since Phoebe was one of the first few into the locker room her plan was already in action. The four bimbo’s made their way to her corner; already dressed in her tank top and long skirt. Accentuating her figure, a figure that many were jealous of or either wanted. The bimbo’s were in their towels going to take their showers.

“Who knew you’d enjoy a cold bath before class.” Laughed Betty.

“Yeah… Now just for you to know…” Heidi said, wickedness pouring from her words as she stepped forward closer to me. She glared at me, “Stay away from Billy, or I will make your life hell.”

“Oh sweetheart.” Phoebe mocked. “I knew I was there when I saw you.” She apparently didn’t like that too much since she turned away from me flipping her hair into my face. Her curly coarse hair from too many perm treatments. But Phoebe didn’t have to worry about that, when across from her she saw the familiar belongings to the girls that were once here. Along with some items that will aid her in her revenge.

Nancy was confused, gym class got out a few minutes ago and she couldn’t find Phoebe anywhere. All she saw was the commotion of the halls. Nancy doesn’t know where she could be. Until…

Billy was getting annoyed not only with not being able to shake off his interaction with Phoebe earlier today but no one would stop bothering him. He can’t stand it, Tommy won’t shut his yap.

“Then I told him to strew off if he knew what was good for him.” Tommy laughed.

“Yep, you got him.” Billy grumbled. He just watched as the people in the halls passed him. Looking for her.

Tommy rolled his eyes, “Are you still looking for her, she’s literally a nobody.”

“Tommy. If I wanted your opinion I’d ask for it.” Billy stated. “ And I don’t-” Billy was cut of by the clicking of running heels.

“TOMMY!” Carol yelled, “TOMMY!” Carol and the other three girls ran up to the two boys. The girls were out of breath but fuming with anger with their arms tightly crossed against their chests. 

“Whoa what is it?” Tommy asked.

“Someone stole from us.” Carol snided.

“Stole what?” Tommy questioned. “You have all your stuff.” He pointed out.

“NO.” Carold came closer to Tommy’s face so no one else would hear. “Someone stole our bras…” Tommy’s eyes widened, he almost laughed at the statement before him.

“What?” Tommy answered. Neither of them noticed the sudden burst of energy in the hallway. People started to make their way to windows and the front of the school. Billy noticed but he waited for the couple to finish. All while being stared at by Hiedi.

“I want you to find them and kick their ass!” Carol screamed. The echo of her words is what stopped their discussion. Carol looked around, along with her little posse, “What are they looking at?”

It was about the same time when Billy and Nancy made their way outside to the front of the school. Pushing their way through a shocked crowd of students, some laughing and some with their jaws on the floor. By the time the two teens made it to the front of the crowd what they saw before them was not what they thought it would be. 

In front of them stood four burning stacks with bras being burnt at the ends.

With what Billy just overheard, he can only guess at who those were. And off to the side stood Phoebe Levin smoking a cigarette lit by the flames. Standing only looking at the crowd before her. It didn’t take long before Carol and the others saw what had happened to their once lacy bralettes. Screaming as they saw the consequences of their actions before them.

“OOHH!” Coral screeched. “YOU BITCH!”

“Exactly!” Phoebe Levin replied. Phoebe then stared at Billy, the same stare she gave him in the halls a while ago. She flicked the last of her cigarette onto the ground, then stomped it out. She only smiled as she passed Carol and them until she was face to face with Billy.

“I don’t know what your game is, but I don’t like it so leave me out of it.” She stated to him.

“I don’t think so, this only made me want more.” He grinned at her.

“PHOEBE LEVIN!” The familiar call of the principle called, she wasn’t getting out of this easily.

“That’s my que…” She said as she left him there.

Billy did not know what else to say. He was glad she walked away because he would have been speechless. Billy knew what he wanted and he wanted her, he wanted to be with her. And he’ll have to work a little harder to get her. He doesn’t mind cause once he has her. He won’t let go.

I hope you like it!

#billy hargrove #stranger things #fanfiction #steve harrington #billy hargove imagine #robin buckley #billy hargrove x fem reader #nancy wheeler #dustin henderson #eddie munson #billy hargrove x oc #billy needs help #billy hargrove imagine #billy stranger things #billy hargrove fluff #billy hargrove fanfiction #billy hargrove x original character #stranger things oc #stanger things #stranger things 2 #Billy Hargrove x Female #emo character #enemies to lovers #troupe #hawkins

[1-up-chump]

I love your MK headcanons. They're so inspiring for my own writing.

Would you be able to give me some for marrying/ wedding ceremony/ wedding night with some of the MK baddies please? Kano/ Shang Tsung/ shao kahn/ mileena? Thank you.

Aaaa thank you! I don't consider myself all that inspiring but im glad someone does!

Mortal kombat villains in marriage

Kano:

Kano never thought himself the "marrying type" but when he met you? He swears he heard wedding bells.

Despite his dignity and manners being "dubious" to say the least, he is a man who knows how to separate business and pleasure. He wouldn't get far in the black dragon if he didn't.

So he keeps the ceremonies small and simple, who he invites is who he personally trusts to behave which is only a few. The rest would probably be on your side, whether they know what you really do or not is how things play out.

Kano makes sure to present himself in a less shady manner to your friends and family if you kept being a member of the black dragon secret. Surprisingly the man cleans up nicely.

Regardless, kano can't wait to get to the "honeymoon" part.

Shang tsung:

Despite being arrogant he's extremely cautious, so if he decides to marry it means it's truly for love. And he trusts to be with someone for all eternity (even if it means if his beloved wont accept immortality he can always attach their soul to his wedding ring to keep them forever)

As prideful a man shang tsung is, he wants the ceremony small and private. Maybe a little traditional but he's willing to compromise for your traditions as well if you have any.

The reception however. Is going to be big, so extravagant that he's waving a big sign to the elder gods that says "haha you may have cursed me but im still a happy bastard!" And of course shang tsung has beefed security on his island so he can show off everyone what a precious jewel his spouse is.

And after all that shang tsung gives you a very rare gift for the honeymoon, his submission in bed. Savor it but don't take it for granted.

Shao kahn:

Makes sure this wedding is the envy of all realms, like shang tsung the reception is going to be bigger than the actual ceremony. However unlike shang tsung, shao kahn is more lax.

All the attention is directed at you and shao, so even if that makes you a bit uncomfortable, he holds you close to him or gets the attention off of you (its very easy because this man thrives off of the attention.) Also expect tons of gifts from "the peasants".

And of course the reception would be a mortal kombat tournament. It's not shao kahn without some kind of brutal kombat time. He wants to show off as much as possible, his display of love is violently tearing opponents apart.

Of course all that battle is really just him "warming up" for the honeymoon. You will be sore for days.

Mileena:

Mileena will not feel comfortable marrying you until after she is kahn. Once that is all settled, you two will marry promptly.

The ceremony is a bizzare mixture of edenian and tarkatan cultures. Shockingly the combination inspires others to view the tarkatan in a different light. Thusly, your marriage is also a boost in political influence.

But that was never mileena's intentions, she loves you too much to use you like that. For the first time her whole being is bared to someone, who wants to stay forever.

Mileena cries at her own wedding, she didn't think about such things before. But when experiencing the ceremony, being in a beautiful dress, exchanging vows, partaking in a shared carcass of meat, her heart is filled with joy.

Your honeymoon will be filled with the most sentimental and wildest of "activities" including new things that either one of you may or may not enjoy in the future

#mortal kombat #x reader #xreader #kano mortal kombat #shang tsung mortal kombat #shao kahn mortal kombat #mileena mortal kombat

[deviljesterlamb]

Solomon: Look what I have!

Solomon: *shows off a dragon egg*

Jayce: *eyes widen, lighting up*

Solomon: Want to hold it?

Jayce: ...I mean...If you wan--

Solomon: *already giving it to Jayce to hold*

Jayce: ...It's so big, and they feel so warm.

Solomon: I believe it's because of their heated breath while sleeping in their. I can't wait to break it open to--

Jayce: *GASP AND HOLDS THE EGG AWAY FROM HIM IN A PROTECTIVE MANNER*

Solomon: HAHAHA! I'M JOKING! I won't harm the little guy...I swear.

Jayce: *glares at him, but then slowly tries to relax again*

Solomon: How about we raise them together? We can be their parents.

Jayce: Parent. You aren't involved.

Solomon: But I found them...

Jayce: Only because of Barbatos...If anyone is the second parent, its him.

Solomon: Hmm...True. Then guess I'm the third parent!

Jayce: Are you even listening to m--?! I FELT IT MOVE!

Solomon: You did?! Where?

Jayce: Here! *points where and Solomon places a hand at the spot and feels the movement too*

Solomon: Oh! You're right! I didn't feel anything when I got them...Guess they love being held by you more.

Jayce: *smiling lots while holding the egg closer, not paying attention to Solomon in the moment*

Solomon: *gets lost in staring at Jayce in the moment* You're so beautiful...

Jayce: Huh? Did you say something?

Solomon: I said the egg is so beautiful. Right?

Jayce: Yes! Imma keep the shell when they hatch!

Solomon: Maybe we can make something out of it as a memory?

Jayce: OH! NECKLACES! Wait...That's dumb...

Solomon: No it's not. *lightly pats their head* I'll write it down right now so we don't forget. Hmm...Maybe we can also--!?

Jayce: *is trying to remove Solomon's coat off of him*

Solomon: Uh...What are you doing?

Jayce: Egg needs warmth, give the coat.

Solomon: Why not just find a blanket then?

Jayce: Your coat is warmer.

Solomon: ...Hmm...I have a better idea then. *cue Solomon pulling Jayce in close with the egg, and hugging them both*

Jayce: WHAT ARE YOU--?! Egg moving more!

Solomon: Then my idea is working. Both of us together can give them the warmth they need. ♡

Jayce: Cool...I guess. *is blushing but trying to look calm and focus on the egg more* Uh...You smell like rotten meat and other stuff, by the way...Gross...

Solomon: Well I did fall into a dragon nest...

Jayce: Ha. Serves you right.

Solomon: It was worth it though, for this moment...

Jayce: Uh-huh...We can't stay like this forever though. Also you need a shower. So give me the coat.

Solomon: You really want my coat huh?

Jayce: Only the best for our egg.

Solomon: Our?

Jayce: I MEANT MINE!

Solomon: Nah ah ah~. You can't undo that now. It's official then. We're their parents!

Jayce: Damn it. YOU'RE THE MOM THEN IF ANYONE ASK!

Solomon: Whatever you say, Daddy~.

Jayce: *BLUSHES HARD* NEVER SAY THAT AGAIN! FORGET THOSE STUPID LABELS TOO!

Solomon: *laughs and hugs them more* Alright! Alright! Sorry!... *sighs happily* I'm so happy Barbatos tried to kill me again.

Jayce: Bro...You have some issues...

#;mc jayce 🐑 #obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me mc #obey me solomon #another silly random thing from the drafts lol

[devotedlykoneshots]

NAKAMOTO YUTA: BEAUTIFUL DISTRACTION

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Genre: smut, sub! Female reader, minors dni, 🔞, established relationship

Word count: 1865

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"baby, I'm home!"yuta called out as he entered your apartment and you smiled brightly, you'd just recently moved into an apartment with your boyfriend of 3 years.

Describing yuta is a little difficult in some ways , he was attentive, kind, caring, understanding, great sense of humor, clean, honest and so much more.

But he was also assertive, commanding, a little possessive, a bit of a brat as well.

"In here"you called from your spot on the bed, your legs swinging in the air as you try to finish your essay for school.

"You're here early"he said with a smile and climbed onto the bed after removing his shoes, his coat coming off next and resting it beside your frame as his arms wrap around your waist.

"Yeah my boss gave me some off time"you said, tearing your eyes from the screen to meet his lips in a quick peck.

"Oh really?"he asked surprised, licking his lips and leaning in for another one. You reluctantly grant his wish before turning to focus back on your work.

"Yeah i'm not sure what vibes l've been giving lately, but my manager just told me to take two days off on him"you told him and his eyebrows raise , his fingers coming up to the base of your neck as his fingers slip past your hair and to your scalp.

"Well that's good news, I think"he said and you laughed softly, leaning into his touch and letting him massage your scalp with a smile.

"That gives us time to spend together"his hands travel lower as he moves down your back with his fingers and kisses the exposed skin of your shoulder.

"Yuta-"you push his hand off you once he placed his hand on your waist, you finally getting the hint he was trying to give you.

"Babe I need to finish this"you explained but after a few minutes, his lips latch onto your neck and he starts to leave sloppy kisses along your neck , stopping you in the middle of your essay.

"Are you done yet?"he asked and you let out a soft moan, the unexpected attack distracting you.

"H-how about I sit in your lap until I'm done working, then we can do whatever you want"you offer shakily and he pulls away from your neck, looking at you with lust filled eyes.

"We can try some cockwarming, hm?"he asked and once again you're stuttering over your words, your breath hitching once he brushes his lips against your jawline.

It wasn't your first time trying cock warming with yuta but it was never just cock warming with yuta.

If you know what I mean.

"Yuta"he squeezes the flesh of your waist, his words a dark contrast to the promises he continues to make and honestly you should've known better.

"I won't try anything I promise"he promises and bites your bottom lip as he sucks it into his mouth, he's such a liar.

"I don't trust you"you said after pulling away and he pulls back with a dramatic gasp, looking offended even though you both know he's a liar.

"Me?"he asked , incredulous as if that was the most absurd thing he's heard all day.

"You're so dramatic"you roll your eyes and wave him off as you move to sit up, he instantly follows your movements.

"Fine , do your thing"you told him and he raises an eyebrow at you, amused.

"My thing?"he questioned.

"You know what I mean"you said gesturing to his cock and he tsks, shaking his head.

"You mean beat my meat?"he jokes, forever trying to get a reaction out of you and he succeeds with such grace.

"Don't say it like that! you've been spending too much time with haechan I swear"you exclaim and cover your face as he chuckles, standing up to remove his pants and he immediately starts to stroke his cock.

"Just-"you really tried not to look at him as your cheeks blazed from embarrassment.

"Are you done?"you asked him and he nods, satisfied by how flustered he'd gotten you in only a matter of seconds.

"Yeah, I'm ready"he tells you and you get off the bed to pull off your underwear, yuta lays down on his pillow and turns his body so he's laying on his side before patting the spot next to him.

You climb onto the bed and position yourself beside him, laying on your side and moving your laptop in a comfortable position.

"Are you ready?"he asked and you nodded, he leans over your body to reach into the drawer for the lube and spreading some over his length.

"Hurry up, you're distr-"you're cut off as he starts to push his cock into you slowly, your head dropping on your hands and fucking up your paper no doubt.

"You should be working on your essay, remember"he whispered in your ear and you bite your bottom lip , willing your brain to focus on the screen in front of you and you breathe out a sigh of relief once he stops moving and drapes an arm over your waist.

You finally get back into the rhythm of things and make progress with your paper but you knew time wasn't on your side and yuta would get bored soon.

So after 10 minutes you feel him spreading your ass cheeks, your eyes widen and you turn your head to look at him.

"What are you doing?"you ask him and he looks up at you innocently, you just glare back at him.

"Looking at your pretty holes, so pretty"he said and you roll your eyes at him, he just couldn't keep his hands to himself.

"You said you'd behave"you told him and he uses his finger to trail from one hole to the next one.

"I say a lot of things"he mutters under his breath but you heard it.

"I'm just looking, baby, finish your work"he said not really paying attention at this point, you face palm yourself and turn back to your work but it was no use.

The only thing you could focus on was  yuta's throbbing cock against your walls and you ultimately gave up on the paper, rolling your hips back against his cock and biting your bottom lip.

"What are you doing?"he all but laughs at you and you ignore him, continuing to back up against his cock faster and saving your work before closing your laptop.

"What about your essay?"he asked, gripping your waist but letting you get yourself off on his cock on your own.

"Oh now you're concerned about my essay"you roll your eyes and grip onto the edge of the bed, using it as leverage to back up against his cock faster.

"What's important to you is important to me"he said and you scoffed, he spreads your cheeks again and watched as you continue to fuck yourself on his cock.

"Yuta, at least put your hands somewhere useful"you sassed him and he chuckles.

"How's this?"he asked as he guides your hips and pulls you back onto his cock harder, you throw your head back and moan louder.

"Oh fuck"you cry out and his free hand wraps around your neck, his lips returning to your neck and sucking on your earlobe.

"Taking me so well angel"he whispered and you arch your back as you get closer to your climax.

"I'm gonna cum!"yuta kisses your cheek and he watches your body convulsing as you cum all over his cock.

You hide your face in the pillow beside your head and breathe deeply as you try to calm down , a whimper leaving you as yuta rolls you onto your stomach and he leans down to your ear.

"My turn"you felt a shiver travel down your spine at that and he gradually starts to thrust his cock into you , your head flops back into the pillow as yuta builds up his momentum.

It merely moments before he's pounding his cock into you with one hand at the back of your neck and the other holding his frame up from completely crushing you, you're not sure how loud you're moaning or even if you're moaning at all.

You just know that yuta's cock feels like heaven and hell, you're only half aware that your laptop has fallen onto the floor due to the bed hitting the wall repeatedly and you're pretty sure you're going to get a noise complaint but you could care less.

He pulls your hair so you move with him and he shoves your underwear into your mouth, shutting you up before pushing your head back into the pillow and pulling your waist up into a doggystyle position.

"Fuck , I love you"he said and pulls out of you, he flips you over and takes off your shirt, along with your bra.

"You love me?"he asked and pulled your underwear out of your mouth, the both of you breathing heavily after you both lost control.

"I love you"you cup his face and pull him into a kiss, he kisses back softly and bucks his hips.

You pull away with a moan and look between your bodies, his cock rubbing against your pussy and collecting your arousal.

"You're so wet, fuck"you look away, embarrassed at the amount of slick coating the underside of his cock.

"Look"he demands you and you open your eyes, looking down at his cock and he speeds up the pace of his hips.

"Yutaaa-"his name gets caught in your throat as he enters your pussy once again, still keeping that same pace and you pull him into another kiss.

"I'm gonna cum"you whine out against his lips and he pulls away, licking his fingers and rubbing your clit as he watches your back arch.

"Cum"is all he says while giving you this stare that just pulls your orgasm out of you immediately at his command, your eyes roll back as your body trembles and he pins your hands above your head as soon as you try to turn on your side to get away from him.

He's still thrusting his cock into you but that same bruising speed is back and he's bruising your g-spot once again.

"Just a little more, I'm almost there baby"he moans softly and kisses your lips, throwing your legs over his shoulders and your eyes roll back in your head as you cum again.

"Oh my god"you cry out, covering your mouth and a shiver traveling down your spine as he cums inside of you.

"Yuta-"you smile as you feel him collapse against your chest and he smiles.

"If I fail on this essay , this will be the last time you make me cum for an entire month"his smile drops and he looks at you, you laugh and push him off of you.

"Wait, you're kidding right?"he asked and you smirk, walking off to the bathroom and leaving him in there to sulk.

#nct smut #yuta smut

[cloudninetonine]

I will get on my knees and beg for a yandere!Mecha drabble.ლ⁠(⁠・⁠﹏⁠・⁠ლ⁠)

"I would do anything for you."

The following pause was almost thunderous despite the complete lack of noise. 

You eyes had moved from your fishing pole slowly, similar to your usual comedic effect but lacking the actual comedy from the real confusion shown as you stared up at Mecha. His own artificial eyes stared back, company made plastic that shone an aquatic blue as they studied your rigid form with not an ounce of emotion behind them.

"...What have you done?"

Your tone held an accusation but not the angered kind. No, the feelings behind it felt more similar to the tone you’d address a pet, waiting patiently at the front door awaiting the arrival of it’s owner when they finally walked through the door and realised their furry roommate seemed a little too nice that day. What had he done? What had he left behind? And would you be the one cleaning up the mess after it all?

“Nothing, nothing, I swear.” He chuckled, turning back to his own fishing pole- a gift from you, so he wouldn’t have to sit stagnant alongside you. Something that made him feel a little more human. “I just…I thought you should know.”

Your eyes narrowed suspiciously, lips pulled in an overly mocking pout before you kissed you teeth with a growing goofy smile, turning back to the slow stream. “I would do anything for you too.”

“You don’t need to, I am perfectly fine with doing anything.”

“Nu-uh.”

“Ya-huh.”

“Are you calling me incompetent?”

Even with a forever permanent smile, he stilled seemed to he smirking. “What if I am?”

“Then you better put those hands up to fight.”

You really were adorable. Did you really think you stood a chance against him? Your shorter, meat filled arms that could so easily snap under the pressure of even an inch of his strength? Something he knew too well, when he had killed those monsters that got too close or that odd Hylian who thought being in your presence didn’t have such dastardly consequences- bugs. The whole lot of them. Bugs beneath his feet, just like he was compared to your radiance, a mere bug that you could so easily step on but chose to spare from the depths of your love filled heart.

You playfully punched his arm, cringing and shaking off the pain that came with beating hardened plastic when he caught your wrist, fingers gently running over your knuckles.

Such delicate skin. So soft and so warm- not that he could feel it of course. But he knew. Mecha knew deep down in his soul, so broken and decayed, that your whole being was perfect. One of these days, no matter what, he would feel it. He would do anything, would kneel before the goddess and beg, would detach himself from this wretched prison- would steal a body of one of those stupid heroes if it meant he could feel the warmth of your skin against his.

Mecha longed for humanity, longed to be with you- he craved it. Craved it like the bees craved pollen, craved it like the fish craved water. Mecha didn’t just want you, he needed you. Screw those heroes who bore the same name as he, Mecha loved you more than they ever could. The animatronic was simply the best, even with this disgusting body of metal he could protect you with no sweat on his brow and that was what he was made for. His true purpose wasn’t to be just a hero but your hero.

Carefully, Mecha brushed your knuckles against his plastic lips. He may have not had the assets but the intention was there and to see you giggle, flustered before returning the sentiment, your lips presumingly gently kissing his mechanical knuckles was worth it.

Mecha would bleed this land dry if it meant he would be the one you would hold dear.

#cloud answers #linked universe #linked universe x reader #lu #linked universe imagine #player au #a player's aid #mecha #yandere linked universe #my beloved boy got a requesttttt #Anon asks

[pasukiyo]

SOMETHING’S IN MY MIND

steve harrington x f!reader 3185 words warnings; trigger warning! mentions of su*c*de and self-harm. feel free to skip this one if you need to<3

 it’s three pm. 

 he should really get out of bed. 

 his gaze fell over the phone on his nightstand as it began to ring, and he sighed, wiping a palm over his face. he knew exactly who it was that was calling. 

 he should really answer the phone. 

 he wanted to answer it, god, there was nothing more that he wanted than to press the phone to his ear and listen to her voice. 

 it's been so long since he’s heard her. 

 but something stops him every time, even if he had gone as far as to put his hand on the phone, that stupid fucking voice in the back of his head would come creeping back into his mind, reminding him that she didn’t want him.

 because no one wanted him. 

 steve blinked up at the ceiling as the voice reminded him again and again that he was unwanted, this solemn feeling washing over his heart like a tidal wave, and once again, he felt stuck to the mattress. at this point, it was four pm. 

 he should really eat something. 

 he knew he had a shift at family video at five. he knew he could make up some bullshit excuse to keith as to why he couldn’t come in tonight, but he also knew that he hadn’t shown up to his last three shifts, and there was only so much of robin’s patience she was willing to give. he knew she wouldn’t come and save his ass forever. 

 steve went back and forth with himself, watching the clock and telling himself that he’ll get up at four o’five. and when four o’five hits, he swears he’ll get himself up at four ten. he does this over and over again, the mental gymnastics seemingly more exhausting than when he actually did manage to heave his aching body off of the bed. 

 he blinked over at his alarm clock. 

 four thirty-five. 

 he had roughly ten minutes to get himself ready before he needed to be in the car and on the road, his body moving merely by autopilot, throwing his clothes on, lazily combing through his hair. he stopped to stare at himself in the mirror, the dark circles beneath his eyes had only gotten darker, and even his hair— that he was known for always keeping up with— seemed to fall flat and out of place. 

 he wanted to care. he wanted to care more for his looks and how he presented himself, but it was just too exhausting. everything was tom exhausting nowadays. 

 as the clock struck four forty, he grabbed his jacket and keys and made his way downstairs, the steps of the stairs creaking beneath his feet and echoing throughout the house, only reminding him of how alone he was. 

 how long had it been since he last seen his parents? of course, they were always gone so this was nothing new, but ever since the voices began in his head, he wondered if maybe his parents had finally up and left him for good. 

 course, he couldn’t blame them. 

 why would they want to stay with a son like him?

 for all he knew, he was the biggest disappointment to them yet. he thought about this often. how could a boy being raised from such a good and wealthy family grow up to be a failure? he should have been a lawyer or a doctor or something, not hardly getting by with a barely above minimum wage job at family video. 

 he wondered if his parents even talked about him to anybody anymore. 

 they probably didn’t. 

 why would they?

 steve’s chest heaved as he sighed, running his fingers through the messy nest of hair atop his head as he circled his way into the kitchen, the clock reading four forty-two. he knew he needed to eat, and he wanted to, but the voice insisted he didn’t, insisted that he had more troubling things to worry about. 

 he pressed his lips together into a firm, thin white line as he reached for the loaf of bread in the pantry, pulling out the lunch meat and mayonnaise from the refrigerator. he’d just make himself a small sandwich and be on his way. simple. 

 but as he neared the knife block on the counter, his ears began to ring and his head felt as though it were being split in half, his irises locking themselves onto the collection of sharp blades. his hands began to shake and his teeth sunk into the plumpness of his bottom lip. 

 maybe he’d just go with eating the bread by itself. 

 he didn’t want to know what the voice would tell him to do if he picked up the knife. 

 he began putting everything back into its place, pulling a single slice of bread out from the loaf, shoving it into his mouth as he glanced over to the clock. 

 four forty-five. 

 he needed to leave. 

 he drove in silence, save for his heartbeat, as it rung in his ears. before he even knew it, he was pulling into the family video parking lot, his eyebrows furrowing at the familiar car in the lot. he shifted the car into park and sighed, both hands gripping the wheel as he eyed the silhouette of someone he knew all too well moving around inside. 

 she was waiting for him. he knew it. 

 he glanced down to his watch— it’s four fifty-eight, which means he seriously needs to pull his shit together and go inside to clock in. but the fact that she was in there, waiting and itching to interrogate him locked his limbs into place, his body glued to the driver’s seat of his car. 

 it’s not that he didn’t want to talk to her, he wanted to see her so bad, he’s missed her so much. but he never felt good enough for her, as the voice would constantly remind him, and wondered if she’d have been better off without him anyways. why would she want him anyways? 

 a minute passed and steve forced himself to exit the car, his keys jostling around his pinky as he made his way inside, his gaze falling over her, her own drawn to him. 

 “there you are,” she breathed, following close behind as he clocked himself in, thankfully right on time. “you know i’ve been trying to reach you for days now?” all steve could manage was a hum in reply, and he turned away before he could catch the glimpse she and robin exchanged. “that’s it? you don’t have anything to say to me right now?” she pressed on, ignoring the door as it swung open and in walked a customer. 

 “i have to work,” steve replied simply, grabbing a stack of returned tapes and heading over to one of the many shelves. she followed close behind, always in his shadow like a vulture. his bottom lip trembled, his restraint threatening to shatter the longer he had to endure her presence. “steve, can’t you just talk to me for a minute?” she reached for his shoulder, stepping between him and the shelf and he squeezed his eyelids together, avoiding eye contact. she shook her head, “what’s the matter with you? did i do something wrong?” 

 her words were laced with hurt, her voice small and feeble, threatening to break any moment. steve couldn’t look at her now. he couldn’t bear to see the look in her eyes.

 she’s hurting because of you, the voice reminded him, and steve rubbed at his temples in attempt to ease the ache in his head. all you do is hurt people. when will it be enough for you?

 “steve, please,” she murmured, her hand shaking as it took his, her other hand soothing over his skin. her touch, god, he missed her touch so much, her warm skin brushing ever so softly against his. but no, this was wrong. he wouldn’t let himself be selfish, not when he knew she’d only get hurt in the end. “don’t shut me out,” she whispered, one hand gripping his, the other ascending to her face, the pad of her thumb swiping over his cheekbone. steve drew fresh air into his chest before he slipped his hand out of hers, carefully wrapping his fingers around her opposite hand just to remove it from his cheek. 

 “i have to work,” was all he said before he stepped away, sauntering over to the customer across the store, leaving her behind, unsure of what had just happened.

 she gazed over at robin whose brow was furrowed, her vision blurring until all she could see were watercolors. she folded her arms over her chest and gripped her elbows, her teeth buried in her bottom lip to suppress her tears.

 it was too much. she knew in her heart that steve was not fine, but how was she supposed to understand when he closed himself off like this? a day had passed since she tried confronting him at family video, and it took everything within her to refrain from calling him— she knew it was pointless anyways. 

 she sat in her bedroom, biting her nails, her mind racing at a million miles an hour, and an ache began to prod at her temples. she gazed out her window at the trees, at the way its branches bent in the wind. a few minutes past the trees was where steve lived, and she caught a glimpse of her car keys where they sat on her bedside table. her teeth sunk down into her lip— she knew what she had to do.

 she made haste in slipping her feet into her shoes and snatching her keys, beelining down the stairs and out the door. her chest was hollow, nothing but a mere shell for the pounding heart in her chest. she could her heartbeat in her ears, the way it echoed and lingered. her blood ran cold and her hands shook against the wheel as she tried to conjure up something, anything she could say. there were so many things she wanted to say, wished to ask him, hoped to do. 

 but there was no telling how steve was feeling. he’d closed himself off, and she knew it was up to her to break him free of the chains he had locked around himself. 

 her car slowed to a stop in steve’s driveway, right next to steve’s, her knuckles right around the wheel as she gathered air into her lungs, working up the courage to get out and make the walk to his front door. she inhaled again, her fist hovering over the door, taking another moment to collect her thoughts. he couldn’t ignore her now— he wasn’t working, and she knew for a fact he was home. part of her felt bad for backing him into a corner like this, but she knew it was now or never. she knew she wouldn’t be able to go another second of another day without seeing him, without hearing him, without feeling him.

 she needed steve back.

 so, her knuckles rapped against his front door, and she wrapped her arms around herself as she waited, fingernails wreaking havoc on the skin of her elbows. after a couple of skipped heartbeats, she could hear his footsteps echoing inside of the house, just beyond the door, and her breath hitched at the base of her throat as they grew closer and closer. his footsteps halted just behind the door and she could hear him sigh, fiddling with the lock. her muscles grew tense as the door seemed to swing open in slow motion, slowly revealing steve, her steve. 

 he looked even worse than the day before. she’d never seen him look so tired— dark circles outlining his big, brown eyes that were once bursting to the seams with light, but now seemed to grow dimmer by the second. he looked paler than usual, and as she looks him up and down, it’s hard to deny that he’s lost weight. 

 steve awkwardly leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms over his chest, his irises looking anywhere but at her’s. 

 “hey,” he muttered, just barely audible enough for her to hear. she pinched her bottom lip between her teeth, rolling it around before replying with a simple, “hi.” a silence grew between them, everything she wanted to say just at the tip of her tongue but being held back. where could she even begin? 

 “can i come in?” she chose to begin with, and his shoulders heaved as he took a deep breath, nodding as he stepped away, allowing her to enter. it was strange walking into steve’s house, somewhere she’d been countless times, but somehow, today, everything just felt different. the house seemed to match steve’s mood— dust collecting on the shelves, dirty dishes left undone on the kitchen counter, the dinner table, even the coffee table in the living room. if she hadn’t known something was wrong with him then, she sure as hell knew now.

 steve harrington normally couldn’t stand messes.

 she turned back to where he stood by the front door, seemingly out of place in his own home. it was clear that he had no intention of speaking first, and she grew impatient with the silence hanging between them, throwing her hands up by her sides. “what’s going on, steve?” she tore through the silence like a knife, the blade digging into his skin, trying to break down his defenses. he shook his head, “nothing.”

 she narrowed her eyes, “bullshit. what’s going on with us, steve? is it you? is it me?” steve’s lips parted as if he intended to answer, but nothing could come out. he chose to instead look away, the lump forming at the base of her throat growing larger by the second. “why’ve you been ignoring me? did i do something?” she pressed again, daring a few steps closer. steve’s hands retreated to his hair and he shuffled away from her, stumbling towards the kitchen. 

 “don’t walk away from me, please,” she continued, following close behind whilst he leaned over the kitchen counter, knuckles turning white the harder he gripped the sides. “why are you shutting me out? i thought we made a promise to each other to never do that. to talk to each other.” tears began to blurry her vision, and at this point, she couldn’t care any less. she blinked, allowing them to fall down her cheeks in river streams. steve turned his head slightly her way to gaze at her where she stood beside him, and at a single, swift glance at her face, he quickly turned away.

 he couldn’t stand seeing her cry. he couldn’t stand being the one making her cry.

 “you should go,” he finally said, and she blinked, furrowing her brows. “what?” she shook her heads as he pushed himself away from the counter, placing a hand on his hip, the other rubbing his lips. she followed him on his heels as he made his way to the living room, and she stopped, allowing him to pace up and down the room. “you should leave,” he reiterated. shaking his own head. “all i’m gonna do is end up hurting you. everyone around me ends up getting hurt.”

 she blinked, scoffing as if it were the most ridiculous thing she’d ever heard, and to an extent, it was. “what are you going on about? hurt me?” she murmured softly, and she sauntered closer to where he stood, his back to her now. “you could never hurt me, steve.” she cooed, her palm soothing up between his shoulder blades, and for a moment, he allowed himself to melt into her touch. “please, just talk to me.”

 when her other hand reached up to squeeze his shoulder, he tore himself away, circling his way back to the kitchen, creating as much distance between them as possible. “don’t touch me.”

 her lips fell agape, her heart racing, her head aching as new tears began to line the outskirts of her sockets. 

 “steve—“

 “please, just go away.”

 she pressed her lips firmly together, shaking her head as she slowly made her way back towards him. “i’m not leaving you when you’re clearly hurting, steve,” she said. “this has gone on long enough. i can’t take another day sitting at home, feeling like you hate me and wondering if you’re even doing alright. especially not after seeing you like this.” she came up in front of him and grabbed his hands, his cheeks scarlet, his eyes wide but he was unable to move. “steve, you’re not fine.”

 the words hung in the air for a moment. steve’s hands shook in her own, and his lips trembled as if he wanted to say something, but nothing would emit. she leaned down, her gaze falling into his. “steve?”

 it was then that she realized had she been too late— whether that have been a day, an hour, a minute— she would’ve lost steve, her steve, forever. he pulled his hands away from her’s, and for the first time ever, she saw tears begin to gather in his eyes, spilling down his rosy cheeks as he gripped at the roots of his hair, sinking to the ground before her. she gasped, kneeling down with him, unwilling to let him go down alone. 

 “steve?”

 “please, just go away. i don’t— i can’t— you— see me like.. this.”

 but she knew he didn’t mean it. he subconsciously reached for her hand, and she was more than happy to oblige and let him grip it as hard as he desired, her other hand cradling the back of his head, allowing him to cry into her shoulder. her own tears were uncontrollable at this point, and she bit down on her lip to suppress her sobs. “what’s wrong, honey?” she murmured, and he sniffled, pulling his face out from her shoulder and she let go of his hand only so that she could cradle either side of his face, the pads of her thumbs wiping his tears away.

 “there’s just.. things have been.. something’s been on my mind.. something bad, telling me to do things to myself and i just… god, i just feel like i wanna disappear.”

 again, she couldn’t suppress the tears that broke through the glossy barriers in her eyes, the droplets beading down her cheeks the least of her worries now. her heart stuttered in her chest as she found it increasingly harder to breathe, gripping onto his head tighter. “oh, baby,” she managed out, pulling him in until her forehead rested on his. steve’s breathing was uneven as well, and as his fingers locked around her wrist, his wide, shaky brown irises surged into her’s, and he thought it himself that he wouldn’t rather be anywhere else than here with her. 

 “just focus on me for a little while, okay?” she breathed, the pad of her thumb soothing over the skin of his cheek. “just stay here with me for a little bit. i’ve missed you so goddamn much, stevie.”

a/n; this one was a little tough to write since it’s quite personal to me…. it’s a bit of a heavy one, but i hope you enjoyed<3

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@thesilentshape

#steve harrington #stranger things #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fluff #steve stranger things #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington headcanon #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #stranger things headcanons #stranger things x you

[ana-lmao]

The Size shifting Friend

Wooohooo! First post! don't judge my writing- I'm new :v. AU

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What happens when slime hides his true self?

Warnings: Swearing

Summary: Slime disappeared for some reason and after searching for weeks. A few years later they meet again.

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It's just a normal day and Quackity was bored, he went scrolling on his phone and came across the NEWS.

-We are reporting that there has been GIANT sightings in the forest at -**** ** ****. If you come across it call -*** *** *** ****! The reward is 10k diamonds.

-Giant sightings huh?.. WAIT- 10K?! Hah! Capturing a giant is all I gotta do? c'mon... how big can it be- Quackity was interrupted by the news reporter.

-The giant is calculated to be about 100ft tall minimum.

-Oh shit- Quackity still went out because of the cash prize. or.. did he.

Walking around the really disgusting place, Quackity found pieces of slime just on the trees but ignores it. But...How was he going to take down a giant? well... he had brought some traps for it. While being lost in his thoughts his eyes widen at the huge cave Infront of him, hearing growls from there and Quackity gets ready to set up the trap.

-Finally! that took foreve- Quackity was cut off by loud stomping and quickly went into hiding.

He saw it. The feared giant... but... why did it look so.. familiar...

Quackity quickly snaps back when he hears the trap being triggered and walks over with a smug look.

-Well well well...The so feared maneater... The giant! Caught so foolishly in my trap...Well...The cash prize is not what's making me so proud...It's the fame I'm going to get! Quackity! the man who captured a 100ft tall giant! Everybody will fear me after that!

-P-please! I mean no harm! Let me go! The Giant blurted out while sobbing.

-Aww...No.

The giant recognized him...

-Wait...Quackity?...

Quackity's eyes went wide as he shouted out nervously: -H-Huh?! How the fuck do you know my name!

-Oh god... how did I use to say it?... Right!

Quackity stares in confusion

-Hey Quackity from Las Nevada's!

Quackity was stunned... dropped his axe and went closer.

-W-wait...Slime..? Charlie?!

The giant smiled softly as Quackity was confused...

-W-why did you leave?! How are you a giant?! How long has it been?!

-Well...Didn't wanna freak ya out... Cmon- I was in a human disguise too long. It started to fuckin reverse.

-I'm so sorry for trapping you! let me just... get this off...

Quackity gets the trap off Charlie and stands back a bit. Slime tries and shrinks down to his level...well still a bit taller.

-Wait! so- so are you a size shifter or some shit? Quackity questions.

-Well, I guess so! It's just uncomfortable to be at this size. If I'm in this form too long, I start to grow back. Slime starts to explain his entire species to Quackity.

-Huh...Not used to you not saying "I'm made of meat and lots of bones!". Quackity chuckles and so does slime.

-Wait so when you were at that size...was it really uncomfortable?...Quackity is still stunned and wants to know more.

-Nope! I was a baby slime! All slimes grow up eventually, but in a different place. Like forbidden swamp areas or forbidden areas in general. Slime explains more.

-Wait! do you actually uh...eat people?

-Gods no! Well...Not me at least. I just eat like berries and stuff.

Quackity let out a sigh in relief.

-Good...So...I'm guessing you are not coming back to Las Nevada's...Right?

-There's a lot of risk on the line. I could potentially grow in the building, or in front of people, and It's uncontrollable for me.

-Well...What do you say about me visiting you every day then?

-Really? you would do that?

-Of course slime... I missed you man! You're my best friend!

Quackity backs up a bit as slime starts growing back.

-So... Is this your final state? Or do you get bigger?

-This is teenage state. Well... I'm a teen in slime years, which is 1400 years. In human years that's 14. As an adult I will be able to control my height with no worry. But yes. I could still grow.

Slime puts his hand down and signals Quackity to go on it. Quackity does just that and watches as slime puts him on his shoulder.

-Good view?

Quackity nods as he admires the sunset.

-Uhh...Better crouch so nobody spots you... As Quackity says that slime hears a sound from a bush.

He puts Quackity down chases after it. It was fundy.

-NO! I'M SORRY! I WAS JUST GETTING BERRIES! PUT ME DOWN! I WONT TURN YOU IN! I DONT WANNA BE EATEN!

-Calm down Fundy! you are going to alert the entire forest! Quackity tries to calm Fundy down and explains everything.

-Slime...? Oh I have to tell you how much Quackity was crying for those days- Ya wanna hea-

-NOPE, SHUT UP!

Fundy and slime both chuckle and Quackity just seems embarrassed.

As everyone was talking about what they have been doing, Sirens can be heard.

Slimes eyes widen in panic as he grabs Fundy and Quackity and runs into the cave.

-Cmon... Shift back... Slime struggles to shrink back down but he got it...a little too well... He was uh.. smaller then expected. he has shrunk down to a few inches. There was no time to acknowledge it. Quackity picks him up and puts him in his pocket. They exit the cave and are met with Tanks and soldiers.

-Have you seen a giant around here?!

-A giant? Quackity fake laughs

-Giants don't exist! Fundy adds.

Quackity can feel slime growing back slowly and puts him down when nobody's looking. He stops at human size and nobody acknowledged his sudden appearance. Quackity could tell Slime was really uncomfortable but The police were not letting them go until they were in the clear.

-Alright... I guess nothings here...

After they get far enough Slime quickly turns back and lays down.

-That hurt so fucking much...

-What does that even feel like? Fundy asks.

-Literally compressing my body to shrink...

-Oh god...

After that, Quackity went to visit his giant friend everyday. Fundy would visit once in a while, but when Foolish found out about him. He went there with Quackity every day as well to study him. (Not experimental. but his species alone.)

The END...

For now...

------------------------------------------------------------------------------Part 2? if so... what would you like to happen? (Please no Vore requests or like...ships.) maybe some angst???

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