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dsybouquet · 5 months

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ceo! ellie - 3

what if a broke uni student met the ceo of one of the most impactful companies right now? without her even knowing?

lowercase is intentional

read part 1 aaaand part 2 right here ! xx

"good to see you, ellie."

"hey dina."

ellie lightly said, giving her lawyer a hug. she in fact was relived to see the silghtly older woman sitting in her office chair, smiling ever so lightly.

"what's the news?"

the ceo asked, lighting herself a cigarette before loosening the hair tie that hold her bun together. she looked at the slightly older woman with confused eyes.

"good or bad news first?"

"good i guess?"

she sat down besides dina to have a look at the lawyers screen, like she would understand all the paragraphs and lawyer language she had all over her desktop.

it‘s been a while since ellie and dina had so much to discuss. when ellie became ceo, they would talk every day, also about non business topics. sometimes they both wonder how they grew apart like this.

"good news is, we will not get sued!"

dina exclaimed, clapping her hands slightly. she threw an encouraging smile at ellie.

"the client is mad, however.. they have a different way for you to make up for it. so the bad news is-"

"let me guess, our yearly charity event should be in honor to them instead of joel?“

the blackhaired woman raised an eyebrow.

"i mean, yeah kinda. they want to be more represented.“

ellie got up from her seat and walked around the office. the smoke of her cigarette hugging her face every time she blew it out.

„did i ever mention how i despise abby sometimes?“

„like every other day.“

dina just laughed it off, she knew how much of an temper ellie could have - and over the years it got just worse.

„no like, seriously. ever since joel died in that car crash i have to deal with her bullshit and i can‘t do anything because they are the biggest client we have!“

and here it goes. ellie threw her cigarette in the ashtray before slumping on her office chair again.

joels death resulted in her taking his place - being the ceo of miller enterprises. and as much as she loved the money and the big cars and the responsibility, she also hated it. none of this is her‘s, it‘s joels. he did all the work, she just had to be next in line.

he had adopted her years after his daughter has passed away due to an medical condition. to say the least, ellie was a rough child and teen. she was loud, sarcastic and had her own will. of course she would listen to joel, after all he wad the only parental figure she had ever have.

„it‘s almost five years now.“

she mumbled, looking at her desk.

ellie hated christmas season and winter. she hated the snow and the beautiful lights. she hated it because it reminded her of him. of the call from dina, the hours in the hospital, the beeping sound of the machine that so desperately tried to keep him alive.

„i know.“

dina added, leaning against ellie’s table. she gave her a encouraging smile.

„how about we start the planning tomorrow? go home and have a good nights rest.“

and so ellie left the office with a small goodbye to dina and went back to her car. she sat down in the drivers seat. as much she loved her car, she didn’t want to drive.

tears slowly build up in her eyes, but she quickly swallowed it when she saw an unfamiliar book on the passenger seat. a book about.. the human psyche ?

you must have forgotten it when ellie dropped you off at home.

„damn it.“

she said under her breath and whipped out her phone, calling your number immediately. and to her surprise you picked up very fast.

„hey ellie! are you okay ?“

your voice was so gentle, ellie was about to die from it’s sweetness.

„hey dear. yeah don’t worry. uh- you forgot your book in my car. need me to drop it off ?“

there was some noise on the background, sounding like you fumbling around in your bag to find it.

„that would be great, ellie. i‘ll make up for it.“

she smiled, starting her engine and looking up your adress from her recent routes.

„i will be there in 20! see ya, ______!“

and off she went, excitement now building up.

.❀。• *₊°。 ❀°。

„hey, thank you so much.“

you smiled, waiting on your doorstep, still in the same hoodie, but with pyjamas pants below now.

„no worries.”

“are you free? i can cook you some dinner. you know, to make up for you having to drive here again?“

now ellie smiled but shook her head.

„no, it‘s fine. don‘t worry.“

„ellie, c‘mon. let me do something for you as well!“

and how could she say no to some with a pretty face like yours?

so she agreed, and you lead her up the stairs to your apartment. it was small but lovely and well decorated. scented candles burned in the hallway and the living room was dimly lit with a lap and the led strips behind your running tv.

„it‘s not much but it‘s affordable - for an uni student at least.“

you smiled before going to your kitchen counted which was connected to your living room.

„what do you mean? it‘s pretty!“

ellie eyes the nerdy figurines on your shelves and the pictures on your walls while you grabbed two wine glasses from your shelf.

„are you fine with a cheap rose?“

you asked her as you opened your fridge. ellie looked at you and just felt all the weight of her work falling off her shoulders. she felt.. normal. like you. oh, how she wished to be an uni student, living her best life in an small apartment instead of leading people and having responsibilities beyond imagination.

of course, she did not have to worry about bills or anything. but money and power doesn’t buy happiness. this does.

„absolutely!“

she sat down on one of your kitchen chairs and watched you pour in the wine with a smile.

„thank you dear.“

she said so softly your knees got weak. and you smiled, letting your glass softly hit hers before taking a sip, not breaking eye contact.

„so, i can offer you: noodles with green pesto, noodles with red pesto, or i can try my luck with a mushroom risotto. additionally, i can also make a side salad.“

you smiled, leaning against the kitchen counter. ellie hadn’t felt this carelessness and even happiness in a while. after all, she never had this.

„risotto sounds amazing.“

she smiled, watching you sigh in despair.

„of course you choose the hardest dish. will not guarantee that it will be good!“

you reached for a pan and put out all ingredients; mushrooms that would have to leave your fridge soon anyways, risotto rice, onion and garlic. the simplicity as so beautiful to ellie.

„let me help.“

and so she cut the mushrooms and washed the rice while you took care of the onions and garlic. the two of you laughed and made fun of each other’s cutting skills while emptying your wine glasses and watching the risotto take form.

„that‘d actually pretty bomb!“

you exclaimed while taking the first bite, already half way down on the second wine glass.

„ellie, we are a great team in the kitchen!“

ellie smiled, agreeing with you.

„like hell, we are!“

you spend your dinner laughing and talking about all sorts of things. friends, memories, drunk accidents that were embarrassing. it felt so light to finally not have business talks with people she couldn’t care less about.

after washing the dishes, and pouring a third glass of wine, you took the conversation to your small but comfortable couch.

and it got late, waaaay too late. and the snow kept falling, causing the streets to be white.

„you shouldn’t be driving home tonight.“

you said, looking at the streets while ellie smoked a cigarette on your balcony.

„nah, i will be fine. i don’t want to take up your space.“

„no ellie, i mean it. we drank, it‘s snowy. it would be better for you to sleep here.“

after a while of convincing, she finally agreed, snapping her cigarette off your balcony.

„and you get to spend more time with me. feel honoured!“

you joked, not knowing that it was exactly what she wanted. to spend more time with you, in this carefree environment. where she can be herself, where she can be just ellie and doesn‘t have to be ellie williams - ceo of miller enterprises.

after finishing the last glass of wine, you decided to call it a night. you gave ellie a hoodie from your closet and a pair of pyjama pants before brushing your teeth in the bathroom and doing your daily skincare. when you returned, you laughed a little. she looked so cute in your huge uni hoodie and the fluffy pj pants.

„why are you laughing?!“

„im just used to seeing you in business clothing. but this is adorable!“

she rolled her eyes and took the spare toothbrush you held in her direction.

„fuck off !“

one more laughter left your throat before you prepared the bed for two. luckily it was big enough. although your couch was comfortable, it was small and most likely would break either your or ellies back when sleeping a night on it.

so you shared a bed. after all, thats nothing to worry about, right?

both of you kind of awkward tugged in before facing each other. the wine did make all of this less awkward. once again you noticed how pretty ellie was. the freckles and little eyebrow scar.. her long lashes that made her green eyes even prettier, her auburn hair that hugger her face perfectly.. she was perfect.

and she thought the same about you. her hand reached out to your face and tugged a piece of your hair behind your ear. oh how she wanted to kiss you - yet she didn’t, not knowing you wanted it too.

“good night, ellie.”

“night, ______.”

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THERE WE GOOOOO. different from what i wanted, but i hope you enjoy ✧*:.｡.

part 4 is here ! ! bye bye xx

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bones4thecats · 1 month

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Hi, hope I'm not late to requests.

Could I request Jack, Jade, Trey, and Malleus with a s/o who likes textile design?

What If Their S/O Liked Textile Design?

Type of Writing: Request Name: What If Their S/O Liked Textile Design? Characters: Jack Howl, Jade Leech, Trey Clover, and Malleus Draconia Requester: Anonymous

A/N: The reader in this piece is stationed in Pomefiore, since I think it fit well with the prompt.

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🐺 Textile design? This is something that Jack has never heard of before, but he is willing to learn about

🐺 When you had first invited Jack to your dorm in Pomefiore so that you could show him the ropes of how this 'textile design' worked, he smiled and showed up right on time

🐺 He was pulled inside the room by you as you asked him what was one pattern that he loved or that reminded him of his home, in which he just said the snowy mountains was one thing he liked and reminded him of home

🐺 You smiled and sat down at your desk, using your pen to pull up another chair for your boyfriend to sit down on so he could observe without his legs hurting

🐺 Jack watched as you pulled up a drawing of mountains with snow on top of them in a cartoon-ish style and he chuckled as you nervously rubbed your neck, telling him that you had drawn this one night when you couldn't sleep

🐺 You then began the process of printing the design onto a blanket that you had found woven -and cheap- at Sam's and you adjusted your device above the fabric and began to code in the printing's location

🐺 Watching with his ears stiffly up and his tail slightly swaying with every decoration added by the machine, Jack would be lying if he said that he wasn't amused or enamored with how the machine printed such a pretty design on the thick material

🐺 When you said it was done and you held it up for him to see it, your boyfriend smiled as his tail swayed faster with each step closer you took. And you knew why that was happening; he knew you were gonna give it to him

" I hope you like your new blanket, Jacky. " " Thank you very much, my soulmate. "

🍄 Jade knows about a lot more things than other merpeople when it comes to the surface. But when you mentioned textile design, Jade had drawn a blank

🍄 He had turned around from the mushroom terrarium and asked you to repeat what you had said before, and since he normally listens very well, you kinda chuckled at his reaction

🍄 You had brought him back to your dorm when Azul had closed Mostro Lounge for the day, due to some personal issues surfacing and how he would be busy that day. And let's be honest, who trusts Jade and Floyd with the Lounge?

🍄 When you practically shoved him into a chair of yours, Jade smiled and chuckled at your actions that were filled with excitement

" My, my, Y/N~ You really seem excited to show me this 'textile design' of yours. "

🍄 You had held out three different pieces of paper for him to chose, in which he lifted up a print of mushrooms in the woods and you pushed it onto a a piece of white fabric

🍄 Holding a small fragment of magic stones, you dropped them into the 'printer' and activated it, smiling as you sat down and held your boyfriend's arm as he chuckled and watched unwavering at the device's work

🍄 Once it let out a small beep, you jumped up and grabbed the fabric, holding it for the eel-mer to see. And he smiled, enjoying the observing picture of the mushrooms

" Wait- look at the back! "

🍄 When you turned the blanket around, Jade's eyes slightly widened, there was a small drawing of a mushroom with expertly labeled spots

" Aw, my dear~ You really do love me~ "

🧁 Unlike most of the men at Night Raven College, Trey does know some patterns when it comes to clothing. It comes with the benefits of working with his parents and having a little sister (his brothers don't care enough about clothes)

🧁 When you and him were spending a lot of time speaking about things such as your likes and dislikes, he had caught you speaking of clothing patterns

🧁 While he wasn't shocked, as many Pomefiore members love learning about these kinds of stuff, he was slightly shocked at the amount of knowledge about textile design you had kept in your brain

🧁 He had asked if you could show him a piece you had made, in which you smiled and reached into your bag to pull out a small fabric keychain that had a tiny clover on a tray

🧁 As a man who loves puns himself, he laughed at the joke. His name was Trey, hence the tray, and his surname was Clover, hence the four-leaved plant on the rectangle of metal

🧁 Trey held the fabric item in his hands and looked at it with love as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders, giving you a strong side-hug as you chuckled and flushed at his form of affection. He normally wasn't too fond of PDA himself

" I love this, Honey. Thank you for such a lovely gift. I'm sure this will stumble my sibling's minds when they see it. "

🧁 Laying your head on his shoulder as he placed the chain onto his bag, you smiled and replied with a 'no problem', making him rub his hand on your head, messing up your hair slightly

🧁 He was such a dork with you

🐉 Malleus, as a royal, has studied many different things over his many years of life. Including types of fabric so that someone would not be able to trick him into wearing something damageable to himself

🐉 But, as we all should know, this poor guy does not understand technology in any kind of way. So he does not know what textile design is very well

🐉 So, when you had been taking a small walk with him one day and mentioned textile design, he had no idea what you were talking about. And, like Jack, Malleus is welcoming to the idea of learning how this stuff is made

🐉 Much to your enjoyment

🐉 You had mentioned your offer to show Yuu how people in Twisted Wonderland made the fabric design with magic, and that made Malleus smile and ask if he could observe as well

🐉 You just smiled and agreed for your boyfriend to watch alongside your shared friend, and when he arrived and watched alongside Yuu how you took a crystal and mixed it inside a tiny vial for it to work with the technology so the fabric could be made faster, he was meticulously astounded

🐉 Yuu was as well, but watching a powerful dragon fae's eyes just widen with sparkles at you working on something so simple for him to do was something that could make anyone chuckle

🐉 You had made two items, one being a small grim keychain and the other being a tiny version of a photograph of Malleus, Lilia, Silver, Sebek, and you during your last vacation from school

🐉 Yuu thanked you and left, dragging Grim behind him as the cat groaned and whined about going to meet with Ace and Deuce, as your boyfriend stared at the item and smiled gently, his eyes being filled with adoration and love

" Thank you so much for this, love. You have no idea how much this means to me. I knew I made no mistake choosing you as mine. "

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adelheidvonschicksal · 13 days

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hiii!! how are you? god, it's my first time requesting and I'm super awkward but I've been kinda having this dark mc brain rot! what would the love and Deepspace boys do with a secret gambler mc who's just like yumeko jabami? that'd be so interesting! feel free to ignore this ask if that makes you uncomfortable and have a nice day!

🎲 LND Scenarios with Dark Gambler!MC

🎲 Synopsis: Love and Deepspace men dealing with their dark gambler partner's eccentrics.

🎲 Pairing: LND x GN!Reader

🎲 Content Warning: sexual undertones, mild humor, no pronouns/looks mentioned (Jabami is for the aesthetic), Zayne is the only one vibing, there's no mercy in kitty cards!

🎲 A/N: Thanks for letting me take a crack at your request. I never watched Kakeguri but I think I got the vibe! I did tone the behavior down a little to fit LND more but I think you'll be satisfied. Zayne's part turned into my favorite even though I had the hardest time thinking of a scene for him!

“Let me have a turn.”

Xavier shudders at the dark aura he senses behind him despite the sweet smile plastered on your face. It’s almost like seeing a demon reflecting in the glass of the claw machine but in the form of an angel. He knew it was a bad idea to come to the arcade. He was no good at the machine no matter how much he tried and the nearly empty bowl where his tokens once laid was the proof.

“It’s alright. I didn’t think I could get it anyway. I’m not really good at this game.”

You frown at him. “It’s not you, love. These games are designed to cheat people out their money. It's disgusting really.”

Xavier gulps at that word. Cheat. If there was one thing you hated in this world, it was unfairness. The crooked smile forming on your face forces him to return eye contact with the special edition bunny plush he’s failed to get time and time again. Somehow, he sees fear in its eyes.

“I’ll get it for you.” Your hand reaches into the coin bowl; each clink makes his throat tighten as you finally pull out one of the coins between your fingers. “That bunny will be coming home with us.”

Xavier knows there’s little he can do when you sound that determined. Luckily, you won the bunny in two attempts.

“Ta-da! A fluffy bunny for my fluffy bunny.”

A sense of relief washes over him when the round rabbit hits his hands. Maybe he was being overly paranoid. However, his relief is quickly buffed out by anxiety when he sees you place another coin in the machine. It’s only a few seconds before the chimes of the machine go off again. Then, you pass him another toy, a carrot this time.

“Every bunny needs a snack!” you coo, but your tone carries that familiar edge that makes the hair on the back of his neck stand. “Now, whom shall we capture next?”

To Xavier, it sounds less like a question and more like a decree of war. “I think these two are more than enough for today."

“Xavier, this game stole forty dollars from you. I’m not going to let it get away with that,” you declare, proving it was just as he feared as your voice lowers. “Now, which one do you want, dear? Oh, I know, I'll just win them all for you! How does that sound?" you ask, but Xavier is eerily aware that it won’t matter what he says when you’re like this.

“Here we go!” you mewl as the claw begins to whir up.

Ignoring the shiver that climbs up his spine when your voice drips with the venom of ecstasy, there’s little Xavier can do but take another step back, buy another bowl of coins, and hold them for you as the role of a supportive boyfriend.

It’s an hour later when he finds himself surrounded by plushies, much more than he can hold, and the fear that you’re going to get kicked out the arcade any second.

“Cleaned out again!” you announce with a shrill breathy gasp, the giggle you give reminding him of the maniacal laughter Lemonette chortles out whenever the wanderer sprays lemon juice in his eyes. “Tell the employees we need another refill.”

“We don't have enough hands to carry all the ones you already won.”

“What?” Your focus finally breaks from the game and to the many toys scattered on the floor around him, overtaking his feet, then to the worried look on his face. “I went overboard again, didn’t I?”

Xavier sighs. “I think that’s pretty obvious.”

“Why didn’t you stop me?”

“How do you suggest I do that?” he asks with a shake of his head. “You’re impossible to stop.”

You flutter your eyelashes at him innocently. “I did get you your bunny though!”

“At the cost of the poor arcade owner’s precious sanity,” he reminds you but the smile on his face is less than scolding when he sees the guilty sulk you have and the lax of your shoulders. “Let’s find a donation center to drop these little guys off. We’ll count it as our good deed for the month.”

“Good idea! How about we surprise all the kids at the hospital?” you agree. Xavier chuckles. There’s the angel again.

“Pretty please, Rafayel!”

The painter rolls his eyes, scooting further away from you to find a different spot on the floor to sit as you crawl after him. Rafayel turns his head away and strokes his paintbrush down the center of his canvas.

“No. Now, go away. Shoo. Shoo, go paw at someone else,” he says, waving the wet paintbrush at you.

“But no one else will play with me,” you whine.

“I wonder why?”

You are terrifying when you play kitty cards. Unfortunately, he was once the only one foolish enough to play with you because he wasn’t aware of how you got when you gambled even when the winnings were only a few pieces of chocolate. He knows better now. Despite your cute precious face, you were evil incarnate when it came to games.

“Surely, you pity me my dear sweet, gorgeous boyfriend. Did I forget to mention talented?” You give him the puppy eyes to try to wear down his resolve; your hand glides over his bangs, lovingly pushing them from his face. As much as he loves trying to make you happy, this is one of the few things in the world that he refuses to listen to you about.

“As true as all of that may be, I prefer living thanks,” he says before switching brushes to another color. A splash of blue would be excellent.

“Is this about last time?” you ask him. “It was an accident.”

“You nearly broke my hand!”

“You were trying to swap the kitties!” you yell back. Rafayel was a no-good cheater when it came to playing games and not the least bit sorry about it. It’s not your fault that you grabbed his hand by reflex nor that he was so dramatic about it.

“So, the sentence is hand breaking? That's cruel and unusual punishment!” he says with a gasp.

"Is it wrong to take away your tool for cheating?"

“Have you forgotten what I do for a living? You might as well lay me out in the sun to dry.”

Sighing, you decide to agree with him. You suppose you could be a little competitive when it came to games. Besides, they say it’s easier to catch more flies with honey. “Look, I’m sorry, baby,” you apologize and smooth out a hand over his thigh. “How about I give you a super special prize if you win.”

Rafayel barely looks at you from the corner of his eyes that slowly drop to where your hand rests on his leg. You’re on your hands and knees next to him, perched up like a cat begging to be petted.

“I’m listening,” he says, continuing to mix his paints. Purring, you lean in and whisper in his ear the prizes you’re willing to trade for him to play one little round with you.

His heart races with each word. It’s suddenly becoming harder to keep the stroke of the brush straight when your hand starts to trail further and further up his thigh. “Well, when you put it that way—” and he almost gives in until he sees the corner of your lips curling up into a smirk. “Wait. No. I refuse.”

“Not even if—” and you whisper in his ear again. He swears the brush handle will splinter if he grips it any tighter. His face is glowing a light red by the time you pull away. He might be Lumerian but he’s still a man; it’s difficult to bury the memories of pleasure under the memories of his fingers squeezing in your hard grip the last time you caught him cheating. He manages, somehow.

“How easy do you think I am? I’m not open for business whenever you want, darling.” He manages to spat out, not exactly the best rejection but it’ll suffice.

You puff up your cheeks at him. “You’re the meanest boyfriend ever!”

“And you’re evil when a card gets in your hand,” he argues back. The last thing he sees is the red of your shirt as you pounce on him and blue paint spilling across the floor.

“You’re so nice, Zayne. You’re the only one who's brave enough to play against me.”

Zayne glances up from the stack of cards in his hands to catch your tongue glancing over your lips to wet them as you stare him down with dilated eyes. He expected you to get worked up but not quite this early into the game.

“I had the free time today.”

The real reason he schedules these regular games with you is to keep your strange habit under control, like providing a little bit of a drug to an addict; or in simpler terms, walking an overly energetic Husky so it won’t tear up the furniture. It beats the many times you ring him up at two in the morning, needing him to come rescue you out of a tough situation. He knows you’ll never learn your lesson with him always swooping in when needed, but he can’t stand the possibility of you getting hurt should he not come to your rescue every time you over bet your hand and need him to win back your money for you. The doctor never really expected to be a poker or kitty card expert at this age but alas.

“I’m guessing there’s at least one Kitty Plot in your hand, am I right?” you ask him; and he doesn’t understand how you sound more excited each time he obtains another assist card.

“And if I told you there was?”

The giggle you let out sounds much too vulgar for a simple game of kitty cards, but he’s used to this eccentricity of yours at this point. “Then that means I get to beat you even when you’re at your best!”

You slap down a Freeze card and Skip card. There’s not much he can do other than draw his assist card and ride out your next turn. In the next phase, you throw out another assist card, one that will allow you to restock your empty number stockpile and seal your victory.

“Any last words?” you ask him. He can see that you’re starting to twitch with the excitement that comes from besting him. It’s the most dramatic thing he’s seen, but he’d be a liar to say it wasn’t…satisfying…to watch your face fill with shock as he blocks your finishing move with a Meow This. Maybe you were rubbing off on him after all, he muses.

“You held on to that all this time?” you ask him, recalling the many chances he could’ve blocked your earlier plays. You were aware he was luring you into a trap by playing the slow game, but you thought you could get around it this time. With a dreamy sigh, you cup your cheek in your hand. “I should’ve known. Just careless.”

“Any last words?” he asks, mocking your earlier victory line.

“None I’m afraid. I’m completely at your mercy; helpless in the face of your onslaught,” you tell him, and he ignores the little tilt of seduction lacing your voice and the squirming of your thighs as he starts erasing every point you’ve earned.

Slowly, your points decrease one by one as he throws out assist after assist while you let out little whimpers and mutter compliments under your breath with each cup color change and point reducer he throws out.

You’re going to lose! Again! He’s incredible as always.

But you’re offered deliverance when instead of erasing the six points of your blue kitty the cup color changes to match it. You hear Zayne “tch” under his breath, and you can’t help but laugh when he finally has to give up and fill the last white kitty cup with a pathetic low-level kitten.

In the end, you only won by two points but that was all you needed.

“I won…I won!” you repeat, rocking back and forth as you hug yourself and toss your head back. “I finally beat you! You won’t believe how long I waited for this day! Now what should my prize be?” You fall back onto the floor, kicking your feet. “It’s so hard to decide. I honestly didn’t think this day would come! There are so many things I’ve dreamed of making you do for me!”

Zayne presses his lips into a thin line as he begins to collect the kittens from the cup. “Calm down. You’re drooling on the carpet,” he exaggerates, not that you're in the right mind to listen.

“I got it. I know just what I want,” you squeal, holding your finger in your mouth to muffle your laughs. Zayne tenses when you sit up, much like a vampire from a horror movie, and lock eyes with him; he doesn’t think he’s felt so targeted since his days in the military.

“Meow for me, Zayne,” you demand, and his face burns at the ridiculousness of your request.

“You—”

“Are you backing out? That’s poor sportsmanship especially considering I took every nasty medicine each time you won.”

Zayne shakes his head. “No. I was simply thinking that’s surprisingly tame for you.”

You lift your eyebrows curiously. “So, does that mean?”

Zayne leans in over the table. In this position, he can see how your face softens from that lust-filled haze that gambling always manages to place over you. He doesn’t know if you can actually get embarrassed, but you certainly look flustered as he locks eyes with you.

“Meow.”

“Oh,” you gasp, eyes wide. “T-That was absolutely wonderful,” you blurt out with a clasp of your hands. “Do it again.”

“It was a one-time deal,” Zayne rejects before straightening his back.

“I didn’t think you would do it. One more little meow for me?” you plead. “This was a special victory, and I didn’t get to enjoy my winnings properly.”

“If you want to hear it again, I’m afraid you’ll have to beat me a second time,” he answers bluntly.

“And if you win?”

“You do what I want.”

“Which is?”

Zayne smirks at you. “All I can tell you is that I’ll ask for much more than a meow.”

“You’re on! You’re on! You’re on! What better way to solidify my position as the best kitty card player than with a streak?”

“I take it we’re playing on Hell Mode then.”

“What do you mean? It’s always heaven playing against you, Zayne. You’re the only one who can give an actual challenge,” you sweetly coo, nearly a moan. “Unfortunately, your reign will officially be coming to an end. I’m going to beat you without luck; and when I do, I think I’ll make you meow and purr for my reward.”

“Hurry and restart the match then if you believe that.”

Zayne watches as you excitedly set the game back up. He supposes that this type of gambling is more fun than gambling with chocolates. At least until he sees your social media message the next morning.

Guess who finally toppled the old king and became the new Ruler of Kitty Cards? I won’t name them. No one asked. It’s not polite to be a sore loser, my adorable meowing subject.

#zayne x reader #xavier x reader #rafayel x reader #love and deepspace x reader #lnd x reader #notsfw #adelssmut

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sashi-ya · 1 year

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𝑪𝒉𝒐𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝑩𝒐𝒙 𝑽-𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 Business Trip +18. 𝐊𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐤𝐢 𝐁𝐲𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐱 𝐟! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Dear, Anonymous your 𝑷𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒚 bonbon is filled with 𝑺𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 & 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒈𝒏𝒆 , please enjoy the taste of 𝒔𝒆𝒙 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓

request: Anonymous asked: hi Sashi!! /i’m so sorry, didn’t read the rules first time/ can i please get the matcha one with byakuya? 😳 pronouns she/her, and the bonbon… i guess, purity? but my translator didn’t work correctly on bonbon names so please if it doesn’t suit, choose by your choice!!!! Thanks! tw: ok, so. I literally dreamed of THIS scenario so bear with me with the long ass fic. so, sex with a stranger, duh. oral. vag. unprotected. Also, featuring Ukitake and Orihime with Kazui when they get to Karakura town. I call Byaku as "Angel Man" just because his hakkuteken reminds me of one 😂 | wc: 4.2k | masterlist |

Mascara and eyeliner. Nothing else. You are sure spending so much time on such a long flight will smudge your makeup anyway.

A carry on, it should be enough. This is a business trip; not a romantic getaway for valentine’s day…

Right?

You wonder who organizes a convention for the beauty industry companies on the next day of Valentine’s day, but in any case it’s better than spending the whole day inside with no plans on such a “romantic day”.

“We will be attending with our best associated partners; Kuchiki Cosmetics” your boss said, and you wondered who would be the one representing the company. Perhaps a beautiful woman, way more sophisticated than you and rich too.

“So, who should I search for?” you asked.

“Lord Kuchiki Byakuya himself, (Name). It’s important for you to make a good impression. We need their investments to prosper!” your boss chimed, pushing you out the office so that you go get ready for the trip.

You walked back home with no emotions whatsoever. That Lord Byakuya might be probably an old man of a hundred and fifty five years, rich as hell. He might be probably flying in his private jet while you get to have your legs cramped in between a few inches wide seat for 10 hours. You didn’t even take the time to google his name, you weren’t interested, really.

“(Name); (Surname). Yes, I have your seat right here. Unfortunately, I don’t have any space left on window’s side, but I can give you a seat on the emergency exit. You will be able to stretch your legs properly there. Sounds good?” the girl behind the counter, of the cheapest company your office could book you a ticket of, says smiling.

You nod. “As long as I don’t have to seat next to a crying children or a woman called Karen I’ll be ok” you sigh, making the girl to laugh.

Quickly going through security, you notice next to you the most handsome man your eyes ever seen in your life. Of course, he is dressed in an expensive suit, and goes through the VIP line, those you pay more to bypass most of the people at the TSA. His long hair catches your attention, his slanted yet big eyes with the deepest blue irises that reminds you of the sea during a summer night, too. His sharp mandible, but still kinda chubby cheeks…

“Miss? You can go by…” the security guard says after having you checked for every type of existing weapon.

“Oh- yes, thank you” you mumble, closing your black blazer and picking up your stuff from the x-ray machine.

“Have a good Valentine’s!” the guard says back, making you sigh louder.

“Yeah, with who…?”

You turn back to where that beautiful stranger was, but, he is gone. Of course, he is. He was some kind of hallucination you think, some kind of angel you got the chance to see. There ain’t no way a man that perfect would ever exist. He will be remembered as “the angel man” in your mind.

Soon, you are sitting on the plane. The window side seems empty, and you get comfortable. If the person next to you hasn’t arrived yet probably it will never come.

But, you are never that lucky… or maybe you are, after all…

“Excuse me, miss?” a deep voice, soothing and tinted in class calls you.

“Ye- yes?” you answer, stuttering when you discover the “angel” man standing right before your eyes.

“I believe that’s my spot” he murmurs, with a long coat hanging from his forearm and him bending practically over you.

You blink twice. He is right. Your spot wasn’t on the window side; you can only word a dry “excuse me” and slide to your real seat as fast as possible.

He doesn’t say anything, he only gets his expensive briefcase with some gold letters engraved on the top of it, inside the overhead locker. And then, proceeds to sit right next to you.

The mysterious man, that should belong to first class is sitting right there with all of you in such a low-cost company…

He gets served, however, a glass of champagne. You take a look at the flight attendant… when did they ever served that in economy? But in any case it was just him, nobody else.

You are tempted to ask, but you remain silent. Your wattle bottle would suffice… however, why is this man so damn cold. He is formal and well educated, but the way he speaks to the personnel makes him look like he is above all of you.

In any case, and after your dinner looked like shit compared to his, you close your eyes and drift into a bumpy few hours of rest.

The turbulence seems to lull you to sleep, until a delicious musky scent invades your nose. Thalamus connected, you woke up opening your eyes suddenly.

You notice soft black strands of hair grazing your nose, and your head particularly comfortable as it lays on top of some kind of velveteen fabric.

Soon, you understand you aren’t sleeping in the clouds but over angel man’s shoulder. And him, has no problem with it as he is also sleeping.

Should you wake him up? Should you move back to your correct position without saying anything? Should you… enjoy the indecent pleasure of using him as a pillow even though he is a complete -hot- stranger?

But, none of those were an option. As the turbulence becomes violent, you begin to jump on your seat. You are lucky you are wearing your seat belt, and you lowkey panic. There are sounds you have never, ever, listened before while flying and some people around start getting scared.

Angel man, however, doesn’t. “Miss, calm down. I’m a pilot myself. It’s gonna be fine. I’m sure this is just bad weather conditions. We might be unable to reach our final destination tonight” he says, holding your hand, looking at you with a sleepy look on his eyes that could calm you even if the plane were about to crash.

“Thank you, Sir…” you mumble, trying to learn his name but the captain announcement stops you from keep talking.

“Dear passengers, It’s the captain speaking. We are experiencing severe weather conditions; we can’t come back nor continue to the final destination. So, we will have to make an emergency stop halfway in order to assure the safety of the whole flight. Please keep your seatbelts on, we will be landing on Karakura town briefly”

You look at him, and then sigh. But he never lets go of your hand… how comes he has softer palms than you?

“I’m gonna be fired… if I don’t get to the convention in time… and- then investor…” you mumble, with eyes closed and a surrendered tone.

The stranger, that’s giving you total comfort now, shows a soft side smirk. “Don’t worry, Miss. I’m sure you will make it in time”

You sigh again and smile back at him. After all, he is right… there is nothing you could do now, so why should you worry now?

It’s not after 20 minutes, a shaky landing, and some people vomiting on the back, that you get your feet on the tiniest airport you’ve ever seen. Karakura town? You never heard from it, but, it doesn’t seem like an ugly place to stay for some hours until the plane takes off again.

But, my dear, as always, you were absolutely wrong. You will have to spend the night, and yes, wait until next morning to be able to take the next plane to your final destination…

“You will get a voucher for a taxi ride to our hotel, so you will be able to stay the night for free there until tomorrow. We excuse ourselves for the inconvenience” that’s all they have to say, a simple paper, a cold ass town and nothing to eat.

Mr. Angel man had already taken his leave, but before you could see him go away a pregnant woman came by his side to talk to him. And, you understood that maybe that was his wife who was traveling on first class.

“Ah… beautiful ~” you venomously spit as you walk to the entrance, realizing of course such a handsome man would be married and expecting beautiful kids…

The snow outside makes you hide your nose inside your scarf. It’s almost night, and you could see the many restaurants getting crowded with cute couples ready to celebrate Valentine’s.

You smile, softly. You can’t hate them; you will be there someday too. You are sure you will be happy with someone by your side…

The taxi driver seems nice. He isn’t like the ones you are used to. The big city is always running, but here, they take things slow. He is particularly pale, and his white hair is long, very long. His eyes are kind, like the ones of a gentle father. From time to time he coughs, and you wonder if he is sick.

“Oh! I bet you are coming here to visit a lover, right? You are planning a surprise for Valentine’s?” he asks, seeing at your eyes scan your fidgeting fingers through the back mirror.

“Oh… no, sir. Our plane landed because of the weather; I was heading to a convention. Just work. I wish, however, I had a lover in this beautiful town!”

“Ah… sweetie, you will find one here! I’m sure…”

You laugh, kindly. What is he talking about? You are only staying here for a few hours after all.

You really didn’t want to use the voucher, you wanted to pay the driver… but he didn’t accepted it. You insisted, but he did too. What a kind soul.

As soon as you enter the hotel, a ginger woman, with sweet eyes and cheeks stuffed of some type of bread, greets you. “You are coming from the airport, don’t you? What’s your name, miss?” she asks, and you discover a little red haired kid holding from her skirt, looking at you with big eyes.

You tell her your name and she types it on a laptop. After taking another bite to what you identify as the rests of a doughnut, she chimes; “You got the last one! Here, keys for room 006!”

You take them, she has such a healing aura. You smile, salute her and the cute boy and head upstairs.

The hotel is decent. The reception is properly decorated for Valentine’s day. Pink and red hearts and a bouquet of pink camellias over the countertop. Is not the most expensive nor sophisticated place you’ve been, but it’s clean and pretty.

The key, unlocks the door easily but the lights are on. And there is a semi naked man (that almost looks like a God) lying in what you thought was going to be your bed.

You go back and slam the door with a thousand “I’m sorry” coming out of your mouth. You are sure you went to the wrong room, but, you weren’t… it says 006.

You come back inside. “Sir, you are IN MY ROOM! I got the 006 bedroom” you protest.

“What is it today with the coincidences and the way you want my spots, woman?” he calmly says, yet this time a little more annoyed at you as he sits down on the bed and puts a white shirt on. You know him, he is the man that held your hand, the man you named “Angel man”

“YOU AGAIN?” this time you ask, amazed by how much destiny insists on making you two meet. On and on, and on. “Why aren’t you with your pregnant wife?!”

He stands up from bed. He seems confused as hell. “Pregnant wife? What are you talking about? I’m a widower, I- I’m single! I didn’t come here with anyone but myself” he explains, realizing he has given you too much information.

You bite your lower lip. Widower… at such young age?

“I’m sorry sir. I- I wasn’t trying to- is just that I saw you at the airport with a pregnant lady and I thought-“

“I gave her my spot so that she could fly more comfortably in first class. I don’t know her, at all. She was thanking me”

You smile. What a kind soul. That’s why he was receiving such a good and preferred treatment from the flight attendants… he didn’t belong to economy; he was supposed to seat in Business class.

He walks towards you, and you shrug a little. He might not be huge, but, he is imponent and scary on his own ways.

“We should solve this. If there isn’t any more rooms I will go get one on another hotel” he says. But you don’t think that would be fair. He has given up so many things today, you wouldn’t like to abuse his chivalry.

“Y- yes, but please sir, stay in this room. I’ll be the one leaving. It’s o-“

“A woman like you shouldn’t be out during these hours alone. Let me solve this”

While he calls reception, you frown. What did he mean with “a woman like me”?

Soon, he informs you that indeed, there are no more rooms available and that it’s up to you to decide whether you want him to leave or not.

You giggle, what is he gonna do? Sleep next to you…?

Yes. He will.

He sits back down on bed. “If you don’t mind I’ll pick up the right side of the bed. However, if you feel uncomfortable I could sleep on the floor. I might need one of the pillows”

You gawk. I mean, is not that you didn’t want him to sleep by your side but… you don’t even know his name.

“It’s ok. We can share, sir…” you tell him scratching your head and closing the door behind you. You first leave your carry on right next to his luggage. And giggle inside. He is a total stranger, and you don’t really even want to know him, you just imagine how much you would love to have at least a fun night with him.

However, you simply erase those lewd thoughts from your mind. He is a total stranger.

Yes. And you are spending the night with him, too.

Angel man stands up and puts his hand on your shoulder from behind. “Would you like to shower first?” he asks, with a rather whispery tone.

You jolt. “No- I- please, go ahead first” you tell him back, taking a look at him by the mirror in front of you on a very humble vanity. You can’t help but take a moment to admire his beautiful façade. How could a man be so pretty? So perfect?

He nods in silence, and after lifting his hand -that felt like crushing your whole spirit for some reason- he turns around making his hair flow with style.

You could hear him opening the tab and some of the steam coming out of the semi-transparent bathroom door. You make a huge effort not to peak even for a little bit at his whole nudity being bathed by warm water… even if you would have given everything for just a look.

Instead, to pass the time, you prepare your clothes. As soon as he is out, you wanna make sure you pass right through him to get inside the shower, take as much time as possible and get out when he is probably already sleeping… but you should know by now that destiny isn’t following your plans after all…

You hear that the water finally stops running. “How long does this man take to shower? My God” you think as you keep reading the itinerary for tomorrow’s meetings.

He clears his throat and soon your brain freezes as you see him wearing nothing but a white towel around his hips.

Pale, unpolluted, fit and so tempting body standing in front of you. Him using a tiny towel to dry his long hair and still some little drops of water traveling his hairless chest… he isn’t an angel, he is a freaking God…

“S-sir?” you say, looking at him from head to toes twice. “Yes? Are you hungry? Is Valentine’s day, right? Should we ask for champagne too?” he says, so nonchalantly.

You blink repeatedly. What the hell?

“I mean, I don’t know about romantic dates but I’m certainly hungry. I thought that since it’s a special day they might have something to eat. I will call while you shower” he clarifies, acting like the fact of him being totally naked in front of you is nothing.

You nod, still amazed and frankly horny as hell. He calls once again to reception, and in no time you hear someone knocking on the door while you get in the shower.

You bathe quickly, noticing that man’s little pots of special shampoo and conditioner. Not to mention the “fresh shower splash” that you believe must be basic shower gel but expensive as fuck.

You take a time to apply really soft make up, something he couldn’t notice but still look presentable. Even if he didn’t bother in changing clothes by the time he was out of the shower.

But, to your surprise, he is now wearing a soft pair of pyjamas probably silk ones in black. His hair is tied in a half pony, but his bangs still garnish his forehead.

How… fucking… sexy.

“They only had sweets, chocolate bon bons and fruits. I ordered all of them” he says, sitting on the bed with a big silver platter with assorted delicious looking treats.

“Oh… I’m so hungry!” you smile, watching him pick the juiciest strawberry covered in dark chocolate, and stand up.

He comes closer to you, as serious as he could be, with a look in his eyes that can dominate your whole soul with it. “Take it, they are delicious”

You don’t know what to do, but your body does. And instead of taking it with your hands, your lips separate. He gasps softly but he doesn’t doubt. He takes it to your mouth and delicately pushes the tip of the fruit right between your lips. Some of the citric juices drip through your lower lip and he can’t stick his eyes out of the tiny drop.

You take a deep breath that’s loud enough to express how much you want him. You don’t even know his name, and you don’t even care. Probably, he doesn’t even care either… and what you are about to do it’s as weird as exciting for both of you.

A tiny smirk with just the commissure of his lip, before he could eat the other half of that chocolate covered strawberry.

You simply wish you were that fruit, but why rush… if you know exactly you will be his tonight?

“You know, I prefer spicy food and usually hate sweets, but this treat…I must buy more before leaving” he says, pleased with the taste while your legs slightly shiver of need.

You remain there, with a lose shirt and shorts that aren’t any type of sexy. However, right before he turns around to go back to bed, he grabs your chin in between his fingers. You widen your eyes, and gulp. Angel man… is too close.

He tilts your chin just enough, and with lips lingering over yours… “I was talking about you, by the way” he whispers. “Yo- you were?” you stutter, unable to blink.

“Show me…” he murmurs, planting a sloppy kiss. A sloppy kiss that turns into a violating one. Always so delicate, but still so dominant. You feel lightheaded, dizzy, even drunk.

Slowly both fall on that big bed. Breathing accelerated, you and he take some time to recover some oxygen.

You wanna ask who he is. You wanna ask his name… but, you prefer just not to do it. Not tonight, or at least not until this is over.

He attacks your neck with bites and kisses, lifting your leg so that your sexes get closer, so much closer. Your wetness is surely showing through your shorts, his hardness is surely feeling it too.

Pants and moans, sexual tension being released; his beautiful grunts mix with your whimpers as he frees your body from every type of covering.

The stranger on top of you, finds your body fascinating. He takes time to inspect every corner of your anatomy. Long fluttery eyelashes garnish his sloppy eyelids as he gets ready to plant a trail of kisses from your nipples to your lower belly.

“Ngh…” you moan, as his soft lips reach your folds. “I said I wanted your sweetness…” he whispers, turning your skin all bumpy.

Your toes curl, your back does too. His fingertips separate your labia and then he kisses your inner thighs. “Am I allowed to?” he asks, playing with you. You can’t tell him no. You have become absolutely dumb, a doll for him to use.

You nod, right before the tip of his tongue reaches for your clit. A gasp followed by a whimpering “fuck” slips out of your mouth and he scoffs with your anatomy surrounding half his face.

“Go ahead, you don’t have to be formal…” he says, before feeding off your arousal.

You aren’t sure why he used those words, but frankly thinking is something you can’t do right now. You are just a prisoner of lust and desire.

Skilful fingers open their way inside you, stretching your walls, using beckoning motions to have you on the edge of glory. Your inner thighs tremble and spasm, as his slightly longer nails carve on them while eating you out like if he was famished.

“I’m – I’m com-“ “coming? Not if you it isn’t around my dick…” he whispers, stopping his oral delight, surprising you… a man with such class speaking that way? Angel man… what’s gotten into you?

Flipping his still a little wet bangs off his face, he prepares to fuck you raw, rough and surely deliciously. You have no doubt about it.

Angel man kneels in bed, and you use your toes to pull down his pajama shorts. He lifts the shirt too, showing you again the perfect composition of his chest.

You discover he isn’t wearing anything underneath, what a beautiful look of masculinity. Perfectly trimmed, as pale as the rest of his body, strong thighs.

You take a little look at the mirror right behind him, his back, not huge but surely wide. It calls for your nails to carve marks, to leave red strings of passion engraved on it. You wish you could have him every single night.

He smirks. Knowing too well the effect he has in women… Angel man presses your legs together and grabs them by your ankles. He lets your shins to rest on top of his left shoulder while his free hand pumps his hardness. He is getting ready to bury into you… you can’t wait no more.

“Can I fuck you rough?” he asks, a few centimetres from your entrance. Tip shiny and throbbing, desperate to be engulfed by your flesh.

“Please. Fuck me rough, as much as you like… sir ~” you purr, drowning in desire, with a voice tinted in pure concupiscence.

No more words are needed when he finally impales you. Deep, oh so deep. You grip tight to the sheets, and then to the sides of his strong legs.

“Leave marks on me if you want…” he whispers, tilting his head to the left to kiss the bridge of your foot.

You bite your lips and while throwing your head back as you reach climax, indeed you leave the tiniest cuts on his milky skin… like if you were allowed to claim him as yours.

Even if right now, the one claiming someone is him.

He is your owner, your body has become his, your everything reacts to and obeys his own motions. Your breathing synchronizes with his, both pant and grunt. He feels like exploding, and you are too.

“Ugh…” he growls, this time allowing your legs to fall open. He keeps thrusting in you, on and on, topping you. His long hair falls on each side of his face, framing his raptured expressions. “You are so warm and tight… I could keep fucking you for eternity”

You trap his lips with your teeth. Both breathe each other’s orgasmic moans; both breathe no oxygen but pure lust and release…

…

“Can I learn your name?” you ask, with your lips swollen.

“I’m Byakuya, Kuchiki” he says, caressing your cheek.

You stay silent, gawking. He- HE IS KUCHIKI BYAKUYA?? The man you were supposed to meet for the convention? “Sir- I’m… (Name & Surname). You…” you stutter. It’s crazy how destiny works, right?

He scoffs… “I know, what about skipping the convention? It’s pretty late already and we haven’t slept yet. I also think this place is worth staying for one more day, don’t you think? They will understand, it’s the night of Valentine’s day” he says, pulling you closer to his chest.

You rest your head with a growing smile and nod silently. You are drunk of his skin perfume; musk & sex.

“By the way, call your company… I’m investing three times what I originally told them I was going to…”

“S-sure… Mr. Kuchiki …”

He knew… He knew all along. And, deep inside, you knew too…

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radioactive-reactions · 1 year

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good evening :)

would it be ok to ask the fallout 4 companions reacting to a sole who manages to get a tank working and takes it for a little cruise?

please and thank you!

Good afternoon! What a polite ask! You’re very welcome. To be honest, I’ve been expecting them to add (or, well, re-add) vehicles into Fallout ever since they made the move to 3D. I suppose there’s always Fallout 5...

Cait is all for it, going so far as to straddle the main guns and point out targets for the tank’s wrath as the Sole Survivor pilots it. Every shot threatens to buck her right off with its force- and only makes her manic grin all the wider. “Yeah! Get that radstag next- wait, fuck do you mean we’re out of shells?!”

Codsworth, more than anything, is just worried that the Sole Survivor is going to run themselves over- or worse, blow themselves up. He constantly hovers behind the tank, chiming in with advice that he surely thinks is helpful. “I beg you to think about this for a moment! The family Chryslus is one thing, but... oh dear.”

Curie is right beside Codsworth in fretting, nervously watching the tank trundle along while half-expecting it to spontaneously explode. “You... need a license to drive such a thing, non? Ah, it is very dangerous- it is not, what is the saying, legal for the street?”

Danse gives it a routine inspection, viewing it as yet another piece of useful pre-War technology to be catalogued, preserved, and never thought about again. “Dual 140-millimeter cannons, smoothbore. Depleted uranium penetrators. Four tread arrays, in good condition. This is a big find for the Brotherhood, soldier. Proctor Ingram’s going to have a field day with this one... you are donating it, correct?”

Deacon wastes little time clambering into the cabin, running his fingers over all the little switches and dials. He looks so at home in the tank that it’s hard to remember that he has absolutely no idea how to use it. “Who, me? Uh, yeah, I’ve seen one of these before. Seventh... Republic of Dave... Mechanized Division, man. It’s a real thing.”

Hancock insists on hotboxing the tank, reminding the Sole Survivor that he’s never had the chance to try it with an actual functional vehicle. What little smoke escapes it as it rolls along only convinces poor Curie further that a catastrophic engine failure has occurred. “It’s a symbol, you dig? We take this Army shit, we smoke up inside it? It’s like giving the Man a big, rolling ‘fuck you’. Trust me on this.”

MacCready takes every opportunity to ham it up alongside Deacon, recalling his time in the Gunners to more accurately imitate a military hardass... which lasts for about fifteen seconds once the lurching tank gives him motion sickness. “Is that insubordination on my crew, private? Drop and give me twenty... oh, God, once we stop. Can we stop?”

Valentine would whistle if he could. He’s not shy about getting up close and personal, nudging the treads with one of his well-worn shoes. “...Well, would you look at that? You fixed the only machine in this place more broken-down than I am. Kinda gives me hope.”

Piper joins the peanut gallery with X6 and Curie, already scribbling the rough draft of an article in her omnipresent notepad. “I dunno, Blue. Tell you what: you can ride around in the big metal coffin all you want, and I’ll tell you when you’re about to crash into a tree. Deal?”

Preston is more than a little nervous... but just as impressed, too. Still, he won’t go near the thing, preferring to have Sturges check it out on his behalf. “...Wow. Uh- wow. General, are you sure this sends the right message? We’re here to help the Commonwealth, not... you know, level it.”

Strong feels a bit threatened by the presence of something potentially more destructive than he is, and immediately tries to lift the tank to prove that he’s still on top. He manages to get its front end maybe half an inch off the ground before collapsing, shamed and indignant. “STRONG NEVER LIKE MACHINES ANYWAY. DON’T FIGHT FAIR!”

X6-88 just watches from a distance, thoroughly unimpressed with it all. “No. I don’t think it’s likely to be of any value. A competent asset retrieval team could take it apart in minutes.” Behind those dark sunglasses, though, his eyes are as wide as dinner plates... and is he flinching every time another explosion rocks his surroundings? A trick of the light, surely.

Dogmeat loves it. Of course he does. It stirs primal memories of chasing cars in his little brain- and this one is actually slow enough to catch!

#fallout #fallout 4 #fo4 #fo4 companions #fo4 cait #fo4 curie #codsworth #paladin danse #fo4 deacon #john hancock #Robert MacCready #nick valentine #piper wright #preston garvey #fo4 strong #x6-88 #dogmeat

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alj4890 · 11 months

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One Night in Cordonia

Chapter 4: No Retreat, No Surrender

Series: One Night in Cordonia, a @choicesprompts Round Robin Event.

Fandom: TRR so far, but others could be added in

Pairings: Various

Word count 1,238

Rating: Mature

Warnings: talks about sex, innuendos, language

A/N I've had a blast with this, especially after the panic died down knowing it was my turn 🤣. Thanks for including me 😘

Next author: @karahalloway

The dealer once again crunched his snacks gleefully. “My dude, that is what we call sex pollen!”

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Olivia coughed as she balled up more of her skirt to cover her nose and mouth. Her eyes narrowed upon the multiple sets of bodies writhing in ecstasy around her. While she side stepped her way around them, she tried to keep her mind clear of the powerful effects of the gas.

Someone in here has to still be in their right frame of mind, she kept repeating silently to herself.

She needed to find them and try and figure a way out without getting caught by the masked men. As she walked through Ramsford, she glanced back at the sight of Madeleine riding Riley's little press secretary. It was odd that after the first masked men came in, he'd followed a little while later wearing one too.

Not paying attention to where she was going, she bumped into a solid form and nearly tumbled to the ground.

"You okay?" Maxwell asked, grasping her around the waist.

"I'm fi--where are your clothes?!"

"It's a party." He quirked an eyebrow at her. "You know I always strip down by the end of the night."

"Right." She rolled her eyes. "But it isn't the end of the night yet."

"Everyone else started doing it." Maxwell shrugged. "I couldn't let them all get the drop on me this year."

"Nevermind." She involuntarily snuggled closer within his arms. "Did you notice the gas that was pumped in earlier?"

"Yeah. I had a fog machine set to go off at midnight. It must have somehow gotten triggered earlier." His dimples deepened with his grin. "I had the most epic strip tease planned where I come into the room at the beat--"

"It isn't fog!" Her cheeks heated with the thought of him stripping and dancing. "Look at everyone! Does this happen when fog rolls in?"

"Not usually." He mumbled, seeing that this had gotten completely out of hand.

"Whatever is in this gas, it is making everyone react like this." She brushed her body against his. "Why aren't you affected?"

"Huh." He scratched the side of his face while looking about. "I have absolutely no idea."

Maxwell grasped her arms to keep her still.

"Um, Liv? You're starting to act like them."

"I know!" She snapped, trying to get a grip on her baser emotions. "It's taking all my willpower to not knock you to the floor right now."

"Really?" His grin grew wider. "Then what would you do?"

"I would rip my dress off and then--NOW IS NOT THE TIME!"

"Seems like the right time to ask that." He teased.

"Dear God. Of all the people still in their right minds, why are you the only one?" Olivia cried out.

"I don't know. Maybe I'm immune."

He grabbed her hand to take her to a place without people copulating to distract them.

"Could you put some clothes on, please!" She pleaded, her eyes darting to his extremely toned backside.

He glanced over his shoulder and noticed where she was staring.

"We'll head to my room."

"Yes, please."

Olivia didn't know if she was begging him to take her there for his clothes or for an actual bed to begin to do all the wicked thoughts she was having.

You're having them about Maxwell Beaumont, she reminded herself. Maxwell, did dance really make his body this desireable, Beaumont.

Maxwell led her up the back stairs. They stepped over the few servants who had gotten hit with the gas, while also ducking under a rather adventurous noble and acrobat.

"You know?" Maxwell shut his bedroom door behind her. "This kinda reminds me of this one party I went to."

"What happened?" Olivia felt unusually hot in a room only lit by one lone lamp.

"I was in California and got invited by this group of hot models to come party it up in Malibu with them. It was some kind of rager."

He slipped on some silk boxers then searched for a pair of pants.

"Anyway," he continued, "this fog machine started up and the whole place just went full on orgy. It was wild!"

He turned around while pulling on a fresh button up shirt. His jaw dropped at the sight of Olivia standing in front of him completely naked.

"Then what happened?" She reached past him for a magazine and began to fan her heated body.

"Umm...well...the group I came in with kinda piled on me and we had our own orgy outside at the pool."

He stumbled back and hit his dresser when Olivia draped her arms around his neck.

"Did you ever discover what it was that triggered it?" She pressed her lips to his throbbing pulse point then trailed them down his body.

"Some kind of sex pollen, I think, is what the host said. Makes all your inhibitions drop but notches your sexual desire to like a thousand."

"That makes sense. Whoever pumped this in here must have used that. But why?"

She slid her hands along his abs, trailing her nails up and down his chest.

"Is that a hippopotamus?" She blinked at the unusual tattoo.

"Yeah."

Somehow that image of the baby animal made her mind clear for a moment.

"Oh god! Why didn't you stop me?!" She snapped, moving quickly away from him.

"You caught me off guard!" He jerked his shirt closed. "Plus we were talking."

"When have I ever caressed and kissed you while talking?!" She demanded, snatching up her clothes.

"In reality, never." He mumbled.

Olivia huffed as she tried to zip her dress.

"Wait a minute. Why did you stress in reality?"

"Umm. Okay." He ran his hands through his hair. "You may or may not be the source of all my fantasies."

"Maxwell!" She could feel the need to get undressed again taking over.

"What? You're gorgeous! We both like playing with sharp objects. You scare me just enough to where I know sex would never be boring. I've pictured us getting--" He confessed.

"STOP!" She slammed her hand over his mouth. "Not another word about what you've imagined."

"Sorry!" His muffled response was said into her hand.

"Damnit!" Olivia moaned over the feeling of his lips and stubble brushing against her palm. "Kiss me. But just once!"

Her hand slid up into his hair right when his mouth slammed down on hers. She was surprised at what a good kisser he was. His tongue tangling with hers made her want more. So. Much. More.

He clutched her close to him as they broke apart for a second. Every part of his body screamed he take advantage of the situation to finally live out his fantasies while she was unable to control herself. Then his conscience reminded him he wasn't that type of guy.

His breath was ragged as he reminded her they needed a plan of action.

"You're right." Her chest heaved with deep breaths.

She couldn't stop staring at his mouth, imagining all the delicious things it could do to her body.

"Liv?" Maxwell hesitantly asked.

"Right. Save everyone." She repeated to herself. "Then make you use that mouth of yours all over my body."

"Whoa." Maxwell breathed. "You want that too?"

"STOP TALKING!" She roared. "Or I will be forced to hurt you!"

"Oh yeah?" He grinned at her.

"Yeah." She gripped his arm. "Out. Now."

"Where are we going?"

"To see if there is anyone left who can help us." She propelled him out into the upstairs hallway.

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collegetennisoriginstory · 7 months

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spoiler alert!!

after reading the new demo im so so so SO excited to see what comes next, u have noo idea. like i'm literally giggling & kicking my feet

i was listening to music while reading and it got me thinking, what song could capture each kiss scene??

T: YKWIM? - Yot club

R: can i - alina baraz & galimatias

S: sure thing - miguel

G: hello? - clairo

i was gonna wait till the public release but i had to say this before i forgot 🙏🏽

WAHHH thanks for sharing those songs!! They were lovely and it's always so awesome to hear what you guys are listening to while playing the game!

Some spoiler alerts for the new update below. (But I guess y'all already know there's gonna be kiss scenes for Rayyan, Tobin and G in the new update).

Tobin - YKWIM

This is possibly my fave song rec of the lot!! AHH!! Like, the chill vibes reminds me of floating star-shaped in a small lake and just contemplating what the hell they wanna do about their feelings. Especially these lines "seems like I care too much / when I'm all alone, oh no / I feel like I care too much / When no one's at home for me" which absolutely sounds like what Tobin's thinking after MC leaves (post-kiss).

Rayyan - Can I

Ooh, I get why you chose this, I guess cause tennis courts at night / quiet locker room with no one else gives an ethereal, "is this a dream or is this reality" vibe, which kinda matches the start of the song? Really liked the slow, uncertain beginning that unfurls into something more like "yo this is happening this is happening". I was listening to "exploding" by mehro a lot while writing the Rayyan kiss, which may have contributed to some of the vibes idk, mostly the kind of quick drum beat and how I imagined Rayyan's heart pounding as they step closer and closer... almost like someone's cranking a machine lever and they're just slowly but surely being drawn together.

Sam - Sure thing

OH dear this entire song makes me feel so sorry for Sam HAHAH what have you done. But yeah won't say too much till y'all get more of a recent, non flash back Sam kiss.

G - Hello

Reeaallly liked the concept of this also! It's like, G grappling with trying to decide if what they feel for MC is a passing / fleeting fancy (fake) or something more... solid and lasting. Liked these lines in particular "frame my life and take my soul / make me crazy, make me old... fake like rappers, fake like jokes" (I mean, the whole rap bit was a vibe), I get the feeling G hides behind banter / behind jokes when interacting with MC because they don't wanna admit there's real feelings involved. Also loved how it kinda references the click of a photograph being taken and how photos capture something 'true' yet fleeting (tension between real / fake) and also is just cool considering how G and MC's first kiss could've also been in the dark room—which is probably something you were thinking too!!

#college tennis: origin story #ct:os #if #interactive fiction #asks #rayyan #tobin #g #sam #music recs

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majeoeje · 3 months

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Only your love redeems me

Chlorinde x reader

In my last words. I love you

"It was foretold. It was my destiny" you say in a sing song voice as you drew your blade in a sickeningly calm matter, it made her tremble in anguish.

Chlorinde bit the inside of her cheek as she felt her anger bubbling from the pit of her stomach

"To massacre countless of people were your destiny!!?!" never ever had Chlorinde raised her voice at you but she screamed as she was filled with rage

Seeing this moment happen before her very eyes made yesterday felt nothing but a distant dream..

"What about this one?" You pointed to a scar on chlorinde's upper arm, it seems to resemble a star in the way it's shaped, small lines of skin reacing outward at 5 almost even in different direction

"You were there remember? When we met that drunk man who stabbed me with a unique screw

"Oh yeah! He was kinda cuckoo, i can't believe he left you injured like that" you reminiced.

"Such coincidence he had to challenge me in a duel in order to proof his honor" you traced the scar once again with a blank expression on your face "he should've faced trial instead." You laughed halfheartedly "because there was no way i'd let him live after that"

The expression on your face leaves a sour taste in chlorinde's tounge

"My love, i don't think i need to remind you. We are duelist. Not murderers" the air shifted from lighthearted moment to a serious one, she loved you but sometimes she was concerned about how this occupation had twisted your morale

"I know dearest, forgive me. I was just joking"

You placed kisses on chlorinde's hand, kissing her unpleasant feelings away. it was rough with scars that had adorned it. Though every scar in your occupation are a badge of victory when it comes to fighting people for a living

That's right. You were a duelist. Not a murderer. But sometimes an uncomfortable feeling would surge in chlorinde's chest seeing the satisfaction in your face in each and every one of your victory.

She wonders if truly, you had crossed that thin line between duty and truly psychotic.

But she is no saint nonetheless. More lives had died in the palm of her hands than yours. No matter how much she hates every second of it. No matter how much she washes all the blood that stained her fingertips, it would never be fade away

It stripped her of her humanity and made her feel like nothing but a killing machine.

Though in this dimlited room you admired her like noneother, her cold and muddied hands caressed by yours as you uttered sweet words in her ear as if she didn't just killed another man just this afternoon. Trutfully you were two sides of the same coin

"I love you" you'd whispered in her ear, it left her shivered down her spine. Those words never fail to make her cold existance came to be human once more

"do you love me?" You'd asked. And it would make the woman think of thousands of ways to woo you with her answer, but she always settled with the same answer everytime

"I do love you" she'd breathed out embracing you "more than i could ever comprehend"

That's right. She couldn't ever figure out how you exactly work, with rage and hunger for revenge that so clearly lies in your heart, festering your whole soul. All these worry that lays heavy in her heart would cloud her mind day to day, but she couldn't help but brush it off. Because slightest touch of your skin would set her soul aflame. She can't help but ignore all the overloading signs

"When i have to prove my honor, i'd only want to duel you my dear"

You said it like it was just another sweet nothings that you'd whisper in her ears, as if you weren't just implying that you would commit a chrime

"Please stop saying ridiculous things" she says, worried once again capturing your face in the palm of your hands " i won't let such outcomes to happen"

"Oh my lady..." you stared in awe, almost entranced with her will, you always do

You found peace in her touch, you always had.

She was the champion duelist. She could execute you if she has to. She's stronger and much agile. It is her duty.

"You're kinder than you give yourself credit you know?" you sighed, twirling with her purple hair with your fingers

But she won't. You make her weak without even trying

Her limbs were made to embrace you, not tear you apart.

"You can't defeat me like this now can't you" she'll ignore these words like she always does choosing to close her eyes

But of course she couldn't close his eyes forever now could she

...

"Wake up chlorinde." Your voice echoes inside the arena, knocking chlorinde off her dream. Your voice sounded more strained and tired than in her memory.

You looked very different than how you used to. Dark circles that formed under your eyes, unrefined posture in your stance, and messed up hair and bloodshot eyes

Your eyes had change drastically. Something different that haunts it made it make her feel uneasy

"It's okay chlorinde"

No it's not. How could she possibly kill the love of her life? Just...how are you so calm after what you had done. Was this your plan all along? To weaken her with pretending to be in love with her?

"It was foretold. It was my destiny" you say in a sing song voice as you drew your blade in a sickeningly calm matter, it made her tremble in anguish. "Draw your blade, my love.

Chlorinde bit the inside of her cheek as she felt her anger bubbling from the pit of her stomach

"To massacre countless of people were your destiny!!?!" never ever had Chlorinde raised her voice at you but she screamed as she was filled with rage

"It was. And i want you to stop ignoring it"

No. No no no no no no no no no NO..

Why. Just...why. she'd ask to the sky. But when she finally looks down to your eyes she'd see it drained of the rage that once drowned you. A face of someone who had lost their purpose in life.....or perhaps achived them

"Open your eyes chlorinde" you said once again.

She did. Finally acknowledging your true colors, drawing her blade

"Do you have any last words?" She asked. To you, it was her last resort to convince herself that you truly were not that bad and that you had your reasonings. Anything. To redeem yourself. So that she have a reason to hesitate

But you knew she was just looking for excuses not to kill you, it made you want to throw up at the thought of begging for your life. You knew your words could alter her mind, she would've stopped in her tracks at the mere mention of something..... anything. And surrender.

Well that's not really an exciting ending now is that? So you chose for her as you stared dead into her eyes

"I have never loved you"

To die with a lie on your lips has always been your fate

(A/N:i made this half asleep so bear with me)

#chlorinde #gender neutral reader #genshin impact #chlorinde x reader #fontaine #genshin x reader

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kebriones · 10 months

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Alcibiades music playlists

Okay here it goes!

There are 2 english playlists and 1 greek. Note 1: so some of these are very self-indulgent and might not make sense but at the very least maybe you'll find a new song you'll like. this was really hard to do because evey song reminds me of him. I tried to make sure all the lyrics fit him somehow, might've failed at that, and the order is completely random.

Note 2:

a (v) next to a song menas it has a music video I reocmmend checking out,

a (s) means it is heavily socrates/alcibiades focused rather than just alcibiades.

Note 3: Feel absolutely free to add your own suggestions!

ENGLISH PLAYLIST (part 1) -Anger (sleeping at last) -Young and beautiful (lana del rey) (s) -Because the night (Patti Smith) -Cellophane (FKA twigs) (s) -i dip (Sawn Wasabi) -All Eyes on Me (Or3o) -Heavy in your arms (florecne and the machine) (s) -The first disciple (tamino) (v) -Grown Ocean (fleet foxes) -Dots and Dashes (Silversun pickups) (v) (s) -Never look away (vienna teng) (s) -Behind blue eyes (L'Orchestra Cinematique) -Ever fallen in love (Pete Yorn) (s) -Neo Surf (GENER8ION, 070 Shake) (v) -The greatest show ( -everything I wanted (Billie Eilish) -i wanna be your slave (Måneskin) -we have it all (pim stones) -accidentally in love (counting crows) (s) -the shrine/an argument (fleet foxes) -Eros and Apollo (studio killers) -S&M (rihanna) -Scream until you're coughing up blood (against me!) -Addicted to bad ideas (the world/inferno friendship society) -Wicked game (chris isaak) (s) -Everything at once (lenka) -Your younger man (the world/inferno friendship society) (s) -The rifle's spiral (the shins) -two men in love (the irrepressibles (s) -the weight (amigo the devil) (s) -Desire (champs) -Rich (andrea vargas, cosmo sheldrake)

ENGLISH PLAYLIST (part 2, songs that i'm on the fence about kinda) -I'm so sorry (imagine dragons) -Bad Karma (Axel Thesleff) -Mountains (Socrates) -Sugar boats (modest mouse) -Not strong enough (Apocalyptica) (s) -Everybody knows my name (Harley poe) -dear fellow traveler (sea wolf) -Who are they (Danai Nielsen) (v) (half is in greek) -Revenge, and a little more (unlike pluto) -No good (kaleo)

GREEK PLAYLIST (with commentary, some translated lyric bits are in purple . If anyone wants a full translation of any specific one, let me know! songs are linked on the titles for your convenience)

-φρονιμα κουκλα μου (behave yourself, doll, I tell my soul. Everything will happen as we have planned it, there's a flirtiness towards the soul there that UGH idk) -μαγιατικο (every other lyric in this song is so alcibiades coded I am losing my mind) Newly brought spring, my red fate Awaken to speak your dreams Awaken and hold close The most beautiful things, the most distant, with stubborness and bait The haze from the perfumes, your youth's load I woke you up suddenly, I know You'll see I'll turn the wreath twice on my head, my mind is the warp and the weft is the world's daze -αναθεμα σε (the socrates/alcibiades mood here :''') shout out to my best friend, this is their favorite singer ) -κατω στης μαργαριτας τ'αλωνακι ( the overall vibe of the song gives me something alcibiades-like, also: their sleep smells like wildfire, the sun writhes on their teeth) -τα μπλουζ της αγριας νιοτης ("the blues of wild youth") -δεν χωρας πουθενα ("you don't fit in anywhere", but the phrase for fit in is here literally means not fitting in due to size, like something that doesn't fit in a box because it's too big, not because it doesn't match.) -με γελασαν τα πουλια (the birds tricked me and told me I would never die, so I built my house taller than the rest) -κοκκιν' αχειλι (traditional love song, there's some desperate feeling underneath it all that reminds me of alcibiades. also half the sun and the whole moon turns red after a kiss how crazy imagery is that) -ελα ψυχουλα μου (okay so I really fought with myself for this one because I think it's cringy as a song but some of the lyrics scream socrates/alcibiades and that made me put it on the list. I am sorry. I debated this for days but if I have to hear this and think of them, you have to as well.) -σιμουν (everything went wrong and everything is beautiful, along with "sends ships off the cliff, fades the shade and turns me into brushwood, but me, I don't care gives alcibiades) -καιγομαι και σιγολιωνω (again, socrates/alcibiades I am also partial to this version of it) -σπιρτο και βενζινη (tell me this isn't an alcibiades song with soc/al undertones i dare you) -γιορτη (set fire to what burns you, what eats at your soul, the streets outside are breathing, thirsty, open. Love is a trip from celebration to celebration. live with me in the wind, the fire, the rain, empty days and fractured skies await us, love is a trip from wound to wound) -παντα θα ξημερωνει (I'll become a thorn in your throat, dust in the eye, a whisper in your ear and shivers on your back, a splinter on your certainty) -Κρασι, θαλασσα και το αγορι μου ("wine, sea and my boy". a eurovision song from the first time greece took part in it.) -μη χαμηλωνεις τα φτερα (turn your heart into stone, and hold onto the stone)

#alcibiades #alcibiades/socrates #you better appreciate this you have no idea how hard I worked on it okay #okay #enjoy <3

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lovenpeace-pkmn · 5 months

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offscreen post

//(note: set a few days ago, shortly before this post. mostly under the cut because this got kinda long)

[Concordia knocks on the door to an apartment in Nimbasa. “Be good, Cartwright," she says softly. The phone in her hand beeps in response.

The door is opened by a man with warm brown skin, blue hair, and a cane. He gives a sunny smile. “Connie! Hello! You brought the Porygon?” She holds up the phone and he says, “Good, good. Come inside!”

Connie follows him into a warmly-lit apartment. A Tynamo and a Bronzor watch her curiously. “Sit down for a moment, okay?” Tam says. “I just need to finish cleaning this up.” He gestures to a table where some kind of mechanical device sits, partially disassembled.

Connie sits on the couch, goes to open her texts, then thinks the better of it and sets her phone down.

“Any luck finding manufacturers?” Tam asks.

“No, I am afraid not. I have been somewhat busy these past few days.”

“Huh. You heard what’s been going on in Castelia?”

Unexpectedly to both of them, Concordia bursts into tears.

“Oh, dear Palkia, are you alright?”

“I’m—sorry, sorry, I should not be crying…”

“No, I…think that’s reasonable to be upset about, actually. Can I…” Connie nods, and Tam sits down on the couch next to her.

“I’m sorry,” Connie says again. “I just…everyone I know is terribly upset about this, I have spent two days answering phone calls and trying to comfort people and talking them down from arson—most of my friends are former Plasma members, we are not exactly known for making rational decisions when it comes to Pokémon welfare—my siblings are furious, and I have to keep reminding them to eat and sleep—” Connie puts her head in her hands. “I am so tired, Tam. Everyone needs me to be strong, but I am so tired. And it seems that every time I look away Minskt escalates things to new heights of corruption, and I have to start all over again…”

“Do you, um…do you need a hug?”

Connie nods miserably and lets him wrap his arms around her.

After a moment they break apart. Connie stands up, face a little red.

“We, um. We should get to work on the Porygon thing…”

“Right…right.” Tam stands up as well, rubbing the back of his head. “The scanner’s right back through here… You said you don’t have her Pokéball, right?”

“Yeah, N couldn’t find it…”

A stream of electric light comes out of Connie’s phone and congeals into the form of Cartwright the Porygon. She chirps curiously as Tam leads them into a room lined with worktables and machinery. A 3d printer hums away in one corner.

Tam goes to one of the machines and starts flipping switches. “Arright. My machine’s not connected to the PC network, so we can check her registration data, but if we alter it, it’ll glitch out next time she links to the network. It’s a whole mess and I spend a lot of time sorting out reg data corruption for clients who thought they could change their traded ‘mon’s nickname at home…”

“You can release her, though, right?”

“Oh, yeah, that’ll be no trouble if that’s what you want. Sort of in a legal gray area, but—her trainer’s dead, yeah? And she doesn’t want to go back to the company he worked for?”

“Yeah.”

“Alright, Porygon, come sit here,” Tam says, pressing some buttons on one of his machines. Cartwright hovers down to sit on the table next to it. Tam presses another button, and a beam of light flashes out to scan her. A few seconds later, the machine’s screen lights up with the scanned information. “…Um.”

Connie leans over curiously to see the screen. “Um what?”

“Connie, this Pokémon is legally owned by the company, not by the trainer. I’m all for Pokémon autonomy, but—”

“We cannot send her back," Connie says quickly. "She says they are going to erase her memory if she goes back.”

“I know, I wasn’t going to say we should—” Tam stops. “Erase her memory? That’s awful!”

“Exactly.”

“I—yeah, okay, this is very justified, I just…you understand this is super illegal, right? Are you sure you want to do this, like, right after Castelia’s law enforcement pulls that?”

“We already have the Porygon,” Connie points out. “Might as well be in for an Ampharos as for a Mareep, no? And they will be distracted. This new change will cause more chaos in their ranks than anything.”

“Okay. Yeah, okay.” Tam takes a deep breath and pushes his glasses up. “Pory, you got anything you want to save from your reg data before we delete it?”

Cartwright shakes her head, then vanishes into the machine for a moment. She types across the screen, “Status: ready rready ready! Begin procedure,” and then rematerializes onto the table.

“Okay. Here goes nothing… Wiping registration data now.”]

#werepersian arc #electric dreams arc #and tangentially #jammer tech hunt #offscreen post #pkmn irl #pokeblogging #pokemon irl #//to steal a tagging convention from ao3: no beta. we die like sada and turo

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