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Self-tober Day 19 - Opposite

species swap! beep beep im a jeep :P i wasn’t initially a fan of TFA Optimus’ humansona design but it’s grown on me 10/10 would smooch <3

[xxxvomitboyxxx]

Drawing myself everyday in October ‘22

[chai-selfship]

Day one of Selftober, Hand Holding!

I just,,, love this,,

[myownpersonaldemons]

Selftober Prompt 19

Opposites

UF!Grillby/Reader

Okay, so I’m really unsure how I feel about this and I keep editing it. But the whole reason I’m doing Selftober is to try to just...get out in the habit of writing every day and not worrying about editing as I write. Which is exactly what I was doing with this one.

So! I like the concept, and a lot of it...but I also think it could use more editing and finesse. You know?

The first time went to Grillby’s was at the request of a friend of yours because you had mentioned casually that you had met the owner of the monster bar out and about in the city. You had to clarify that you weren’t exactly bff’s and that you didn’t know if Grillby would even notice or care that you were there. However, the moment the two of you stepped into the bar, a monster came up to you and directed you two to a private booth on the upper levels. The real VIP shit. Grillby had ‘graced’ you with his presence, and spent the next two hours flirting hardcore with your best friend who had retaliated back.

Another reason you hated bars. When your friends spent more time with a random guy than with you, the person they came with.

When she had excused herself to go to the washroom, Grillby had shifted his focus onto you. Who at that point had all of two drinks, both of which were non-alcoholic.

“Not drinking tonight?” he had asked, leaning back against the plush booth seats in the kind of way that a man who thinks he’s every person’s wet dream does. You shook your head and returned your focus blandly towards the mass of human and monster bodies writhing below on the dance floor. This was more of a club than a bar...which you hated even more.

Apparently, that was what set off Grillby’s interest in you. The absolute disinterest in him or his bar. He admitted later that it was mostly due to him wanting the chase, see if he could worm his way into your good graces and see if it led somewhere…preferably with a bed.

You’d admitted that you were rarely into someone sexually until you’d developed actual feelings for them, and that while he was very attractive…you didn’t give a shit about getting him into your bed.

After that, you’d gone to his club bar a few more times with your friend, but much earlier in the day before the club crawlers came through. When it was quieter, and you could actually have a meal there…you know, when it was actually a bar and not a club. (Grillby still insists that it is not a club. No matter how many times you explained the difference.)

You remember how jealous Grillby had been when you had made quick friends with Sans. Which, when Grillby had grumbled about that, you said that Sans was funny and while flirty didn’t actually intend to bed you. Unlike someone else. Grillby had grumbled his way to another patron saying that if he couldn’t bed you, Sans had no chance.

You had merely snorted at that. Sans was funny, a great conversationalist, and you didn’t balk at him drinking mustard which he found hilarious

(‘cus, seriously, dollface, who t’fuck doesn’t react ta someone drinking straight mustard? normally grosses people out’

‘I have a sister who, in high school, would drink ketchup straight from the bottle. Practically the same thing in my eyes.’

‘holy shit, girl after my own soul. wanna introduce me?’

‘Not really.’).

Of course, then Sans had questioned why you weren’t into Grillby. You had then admitted that…you weren’t comfortable around guys who were notorious flirts, especially considering you didn’t do ‘one-night stands’. You’d dated one flirt in the past…and that he had…cheated on you. Sans had gotten a rare serious look on his face and said, “grillbz is nothin’ if he ain’t loyal. tch. purple bastard has some standards.”

“I…good to know?” you said, frowning slightly, but then you had met Grillby’s eyes from across the bar, and blushed. The single thought of ‘What if?” flitting through your mind before you squashed it instantly, and looked back at Sans. The conversation had thrown you for a loop more than anything…and you had left the bar shortly after. It didn’t matter what Sans said. You weren’t going to just swoon into Grillby’s arms because he flirted with you…no one else would ever do that to you again.

Unfortuantely, for your budding feelings, you’d been dragged to the bar once again by your friend a couple months after that conversation. After being abandoned by your friend, a friendly monster striked up a conversation with you…and casually mentioned how different Grillby was now, and how he ‘hasn’t killed anyone since coming to the Surface’.

You knew from the news that the Underground unfortunately operated with the motto ‘Kill or Be Killed’…but you never truly thought any of the friendly monsters you met could ever be capable of murdering. You’d actually started to think that it had been something the media made up to make people hate monsters or feel sorry for them. You never thought it was true.

Until then.

It was probably one of the biggest turn offs you’d ever had towards someone. Y

ou’d actually started to actively avoid him after you had heard that…and he had stayed away from you as well. Even though he later would say that he was really grumpy that you were avoiding him, because he missed seeing you around. However, one day the two of you had bumped into each other, and he’d asked why you were avoiding him. You answered. He then asked for a few minutes for him to defend himself. You had retorted you didn’t think a murderer could ‘defend’ their reasoning. He had agreed but re-asked for a few minutes. You…reluctantly said yes. Not because you were afraid that if you said no he’d take it badly, in fact, even then you knew if you said ‘no’ he’d respect it.

Yes. Grillby had killed before. In fact, he’d once been a General in the Human-Monster War, but eventually…the Underground twisted the monsters. He was already a fairly high LV monster, and for a while no one bothered him or anyone near him. However, once monsters started to increase in LV…they started to become more foolish and bold. The first actual monster he killed was because they attempted the life of a friend of his (who apparently later died during another attack). At first, he’d killed only in defense if the other monster wasn’t backing down. Eventually…he lost some of his morals and he killed a few monsters as an example…and then he didn’t need to kill anymore. Especially when his once red flames became twisted by his LV and became violet.

Then…one day a human child wandered into his bar with Sans, sat at the bar…and the other monsters in his bar simply smiled warmly at the child and did nothing. The once ravenous dog monsters almost begged for pets from the small human child. Apparently, they had shown the monsters of Snowdin that kindness would always win against violence.

It had been the first of many nights that Grillby had…almost Fallen Down. His morals were lost. He’d killed because he could…and not to defend those he cared about. All that he knew, every Knightly part of him had fallen and he didn’t think he’d ever get that back.

Grillby said that he’d completely understand if you didn’t want to be near him…and then added that he didn’t want you to tell anyone what he just told you…about the whole Falling Down thing and the self-hatred. He had an image he needed to maintain…even if he didn’t want to anymore.

You hadn’t been about to throw yourself into his arms and tell him you were going to help fix him…but it was a unsteady start that quickly grew into the most stable thing you had.

It had taken nearly three years for you to notice that he was actively trying to change his way of thinking, for him to tell you that he was in therapy for everything he’d done (though he once again insisted you didn’t tell anyone. Not even Sans.) and plenty of flirty moments from his side, before you felt yourself falling for him. Once again, it was Sans who said something off-handedly that made you reconsider how you saw Grillby. “grillbz’s always been a big asshole…but he’s more likely ta grit his teeth and try ta talk monsters now into apologizin’ for slights against his purple ass. s’weird seein’ that y’know? being able ta see the sun must’a helped him.”

Then…about six months after that conversation. Grillby asked you on a date. No flirting. No lead up. No clever words. Just…

“Would you like to go on a date?”

That was it.

It honestly…shocked you and for a moment you hadn’t said anything.

Then you said ‘Sure’…and you had yet to regret that answer.

A year and a half later, you were content with your relationship with the prickly purple fire monster who sometimes came to your apartment at three in the morning because he closed up the bar and didn’t want to go home to an empty apartment. You learned quickly that the reason he had a bar was to be surrounded by people…and that he hated loneliness.

Which…you did too…and eventually you gave him a key to your apartment. When he quietly slipped into bed next to you, wrapping his warm, strong arms, around you? You were never more relaxed then you were when the two of you were cuddling in bed.

Grillby had said many times at the beginning of your relationship to him that if anything he said or did made you uncomfortable? Tell him when you felt comfortable doing so, whether that was immediately, when the two of you were alone, or text it to him. Eventually, the two of you figured each other out enough that he could just glance at you and assess if you were cool with whatever was happening…but that still didn’t stop him from checking in with you.

The first time you two had sex, you had initiated it when he came to your apartment after he was finished work. He’d kissed your shoulder, slid his hand over your stomach to rest on your hip and pulled you closer for a cuddle. You had curled against him, and gently guided his hand further over. He had whispered asking if you really wanted to go there, and you had said ‘yes’ and that you were ready.

It had been slow and languid, fully of sleepy kisses that grew hungry and then sleepy once again.

Yet…there was still something off between the two of you…and a conversation with your mother set off your relationship anxiety.

“You two are so different…it makes me worry about the long-term for you. Who knows what he’s doing at that bar? He’s very…flirtatious. I’d hate to see you get hurt again. To be honest, I don’t even know what you see in him…and what does he see in you? You’re too innocent for him…”

Those words had been bouncing through your head all day after getting off the phone with your mother. During the weekend you’d finally introduced Grillby to your parents, thinking they’d be accepting of your relationship at the very least. They’d never been the kind of parents to question your relationships or try to involve themselves in your love life. Then again you’d only introduced them to one other of your significant others before and that relationship hadn’t turned out well.

As much as you didn’t want them to, the words wormed their way into your thoughts every time you were given a spare moment to think. Slowly consuming your mind and whispering wicked thoughts into your conscious that made you start to doubt…everything.

Grillby, your boyfriend of roughly a year and a half, was your polar opposite. While he was known for flirting with nearly everything that moved, you rarely flirted with anyone no matter how attractive you found them. Hell, when someone flirted with you, you couldn’t form a coherent thought for a few seconds while you blushed like mad.

Even with the whole bar thing you were opposites. He thrived in his bar, he loved it and had said multiple times that if he didn’t own a bar he would’ve found one just to hang out in. As for you? You hated the bar scene. All the noise, the smell of sweat and booze, the feeling of too many bodies in too small of a space, the overall heat? It drove your anxiety straight through the roof.

Where you were shy and quiet, he was outgoing and boisterous…in a way that grated a lot of people’s nerves. Over the five years you’d known him, he’d gotten into more fights than you had fingers on your hands all over stupid things that you’d argue with him that it wasn’t worth it. You, on the other hand, couldn’t even get into a verbal confrontation without bursting into tears, and you would rather capture bugs and let them go outside than kill them.

However…what people didn’t understand, but you did, was that just because you were so different than Grillby didn’t mean that your relationship couldn’t work.

He was an insane flirt, yes that was incredibly true…however, you’d never seen or heard him flirt with anyone else when you two started to date. Sure, he’d throw a casual compliment or other to someone, like had to your mother as that was in his nature. The thing was, you knew the difference between him trying to appease someone else or get them to buy into whatever it was he was selling, and actually flirting with him. It was all in his body language. A single compliment, said at more than arms length distance? That sure as hell wasn’t Grillby flirting.

When he was flirting with someone he was actually interested in, he’d lean in close and keep the conversation between the two of them. You’d seen it many times first hand, quiet compliments and flirtatious remarks that were only meant for you to hear. He’d offer free drinks to those he was either interested in, or close to, with a flair to show off.

Plus, the conversation with Sans from years previous really soothed your fears, but apparently Sans had quietly informed Grillby one day when Grillby had been showing off to some college girls while you were in the bar…and you had gotten uncomfortable. It had been after you had left, and before you could work up the courage to actually tell him that it had made you uncomfortable.

Apparently, the knowledge had lit up the rage in Grillby at your ex for daring to betray your trust like that (which surprised you because he’d come knocking on your door at like three in the morning, so you were tired and watching him rant and rave and then you had simply went back to bed (in the morning you two had an actual discussion about it where you explained everything that happened.))

“You two are so different…it makes me worry about the long-term for you. Who knows what he’s doing at that bar? He’s very…flirtatious. I’d hate to see you get hurt again. To be honest, I don’t even know what you see in him…and what does he see in you? You’re too innocent for him…”

The more you thought on your mother’s words…the more you became incensed that she had even dared to say that. Grillby was nothing like your ex. At all.

Sure, Grillby could be a huge asshole sometimes and had come to your apartment dishevelled more times than you could count from fights, he was a huge softie on the inside. He’d get flowers delivered to you when he was working and you texted him to vent about your bad day. If you were feeling ill, he’d send you some soup he made via Sans (who would complain about having to do it but then would text you later to see if you were feeling any better (they’re both big softies, even if they both denied it when you mentioned it)).

You were fuming about it, curled up on the couch in your apartment watching your favourite Netflix series.

It was actually a love confession between the two characters that struck a chord in you.

A year and a half and neither of you had ever said ‘I love you.’

Tears had burst forth and you were unable to stop them as all your insecurities just flooded to the surface.  Maybe you two were too different? Maybe he had stuck it out for the long run just for the chase. Maybe he kept coming back just to have sex? Maybe, maybe, maybe.

The kept swelling and churning up deeper and deeper insecurities until you were a mess and thinking horrible scenarios.

Thankfully, that was when Grillby had crept into your apartment after the bar had been closed up. He’d kissed away your tears until you were giggling at the feeling of them evaporating off your skin, and he was kissing down your neck to rid the tears that had escaped his careful smooches.

“What the hell’s got you so…leaky,” he grumbled, tilting your head up towards his. You quietly, and through more unshed tears, told him what your mother had said. The flames on his head shrunk slightly, and his flames deepened in colour. You felt the smallest bit of heat increase, and you knew he was furious. He released your face gently, before he leaned back, and started rubbing at his own face. “God damn woman…give someone a compliment and they think you’re flirting with them. For fucks…I own the bar, what does she think I’m doing? Fuckin…I’m making drinks all night and listening to stupid assholes make stupid pick up lines to women who are so uninterested it’d be funny if it weren’t so fucking sad. And! For her fucking information, I’d never hurt you like that asshole, because I may not have many standards, but I do have them. For one, you’re a fucking catch? Not even just your sexy ass body, but you’re cute, funny, and you’re incredibly smart and shit. Plus, you can defuse a situation just by humor or distracting without needing to threaten anyone. Like, do you think people respect me enough to let a tense situation drop just because I said ‘oh! When did Grillby get a new chandelier?’ fuck no. They wouldn’t pay attention to me if I said that shit. But you? They’re suddenly like ‘oh sick chandelier.’ No fucking respe-”

You interrupted him, “I did actually just notice you put up a new chandelier.”

“I know,” he kissed your forehead, “Nobody else fuckin’ did besides that little cheap bastard.”

You had to huff out a laugh at that and cuddle into his side, “Because they’re too focused on the beautiful purple asshole.”

He snorted, an ungraceful sound that you knew he’d never make in front of anyone but you…and maybe Sans. “Stop trying to change the subject to me, sweetheart…you’re also fucking incredible at helping me through my shit. Like, anyone else would be running for the fucking hills, but you actually…give a fuck. You know? Besides, your mom is fucking wrong if she thinks for a minute that I’m with you for any other reason besides me being fucking in love with you, then she can go and…I don’t know, fuck herself. Cheating on someone you love isn’t my fucking style.”

“Love?” you blurted out, tears slipped down your face.

He reached over and simply wiped them away with his thumb, “Obviously. I don’t fucking meet anyone’s parents. Too many strings attached with that shit for a quick lay. You know, for a woman who is so concerned about your happiness, you’d think she’d learn to word things better so they don’t sting so bad. Might haveta fucking marry you one day to prove her wrong.”

Grillby pulled you forward and kissed you firmly before standing up, “Come on, what is it Sans is always calling you? ‘Dollface’? You got work in the morning and it’s way too fucking late for you to be up crying over a bit-”

“I love you too,” you interrupted, and sparks flew from his head. You saw a look of surprise before his face shifted bluish for a moment. The softest look imaginable crossed over his features, and he slowly knelt down in front of you on the couch and captured your lips into the softest, gentlest kiss.

“Fuckin’ waited for a year and a half to you say that,” he mumbled against your lips, “hope I’ll be hearin’ them a lot more.”

You wrapped your arms around him, “I love you, you pompous purple prick.”

“Ooo name calling,” Grillby smirked, leaning back, “Next you’ll be talkin’ dirty.”

You leaned forward, and whispered something…very scandalous into his ear that had his fingers gripping your hips to an almost painful degree. Grillby had an almost dazed smirk on his face, “That can be arranged.”

You let out a startled laugh as he slipped his hands under your ass and lifted you off the couch, and stood at the same time.

You didn’t care how different he was to you.

This relationship? It worked wonderfully.

You loved him, and he loved you.

You saw the best in him, and he saw the best in you.

[bordonfreeman]

Selftober prompt 13: lovestruck

So, this one's a little different

For @aka-indulgence i couldn't help myself.

Tap for better quality.

[the-sunflower-spaceman]

I came up with a more Halloween-y prompt list for Selftober! This isn’t meant to compete with the other one, I just love Halloween and self shipping! These prompts are meant for self insert/canon ships, of course

Here’s the list, for people who have a hard time reading the image:

Day 1: Sweater Weather

Day 2: Halloween Party

Day 3: Grim Grinning Ghosts

Day 4: Crossroads

Day 5: Touch

Day 6: Warm and Cozy

Day 7: Phone Call

Day 8: Trapped

Day 9: Funeral Dirge (Pick a Song)

Day 10: Full Moon Fever

Day 11: Unexplained

Day 12: Dark And Stormy Night

Day 13: Horror Movie

Day 14: Creature(s) Of The Night

Day 15: Autumn Leaves

Day 16: Blood

Day 17: Dead

Day 18: Premonition

Day 19: Jack-o-Lanterns

Day 20: Scream

Day 21: Extraterrestrial

Day 22: Spooky Scary Skeletons

Day 23: Costumes

Day 24: The Twilight Zone (AU of Choice)

Day 25: Weird Science

Day 26: Haunted House

Day 27: Nightmares

Day 28: The Living Dead

Day 29: Scary Stories

Day 30: I Want Candy

Day 31: Trick or Treat?

[ladyflame-ask]

SelfTober - Day 23 - Lost

and Found!

My first meeting with Slenderman was when I got lost in a forest. Once he was sure that I had no ill intent toward him or the forest he helped me.

He was so surprised that I wasn’t scared of him!

[sentientpaperbag]

Day 24 of selftober! Prompt: The Twilight Zone(au of your choice)

ROLE SWAP ROLE SWAP ROLE SWAP ROLE S

[lookalivepumpkin]

"But what am I?" - Aziraphale

"You’re just an angel who goes along with Heaven as far as you can." - Crowley (2023)

I'm using #Selftober as a way to draw myself as my favorite characters 😆💛

[fishandships]

Self-tober Day 18 - Date

going to an art museum with Thrawn would be a dream come true ~<3 

[azuli-bean]

Should i do this? Ill try to keep up with the days

Luna x ot grillby (lunby)

[nightstorm02]

Day 26: Family

Meeting his bro <3

[rose-wine-selfships]

Day 6: Pajamas 🌜⭐️🌟✨💫🐯

Self-Tober challenge by @creepygnomeking

Atsushi Nakajima x Christina Avila (OC S/I)

Loosely based on the Bungou Stray Dogs Mayoi event featuring the characters in pajamas/sleepwear.

[myownpersonaldemons]

Selftober Prompt 28

Yandere Proposal

Grillby/Reader

Because I’m not comfortable writing about yandere I asked people what they’d rather read, and @theyaremorethanjustfictional said ‘Maybe the prompt being something like proposal and the ship is grillbyxreader? I love your writing by the way!’

(Awww thank you <3)

This is kind of a sequel EDIT: prequel to the Rain prompt which you can find here!

So! Without further ado, here we go :D

It was date night!

Grillby had told you to dress up however you wished, and you would’ve totally just worn your usual…but Grillby being Grillby had laid out his outfit for the night before going to get the bar opened and make sure that Fuku had everything under control.  Now, your boyfriend was always the classy, old fashion type. The only time he ever wore anything less than a button-up with dress slacks was when he was home with you. (You still remembered the first time you saw him in sweats and a nerdy teeshirt you’d be so delighted.) However, the outfit he’d chosen? It was the one he only pulled out for special occasions.

You ditched the idea of wearing your normal immediately and dove into your shared closet to find something that would rival his. It took a while of rooting, but you pulled together a fancier outfit and then hurried into the bathroom to get ready.

You finished preening in front of the mirror a few minutes after Grillby had come home, gone into the bedroom, and then emerged once again. He quietly knocked on the bathroom door. You quickly opened the door with a smile, made one last adjustment before extending your arms slightly out beside you. “Ta-da!”

“…beautiful,” he said, his fire crackling warmly and there was the faint shift of his flames around his mouth to reveal his smile. You grinned before placing your hands against his cheeks and giving his lips a quick peck.

“You’re pretty handsome, yourself,” you said happily, “Are you ready?”

He leaned into your touch, “…whenever you are, my love.”

The affectionate term made your chest swell with affection and a giddy smile rise on your lips. You nodded as you reluctantly released his face, and your smile grew more as he caught one of your hands with his own and kissed your knuckles.

Awww, you fucking loved him so much.

As the two of you made your way downstairs to the car you began thinking about what he had planned. Grillby was an incredibly romantic monster, and you swore he got most of his romantic gestures from romcoms or cheesy romance novels. You’d never called him out on it, but there was the time you mentioned how couples didn’t just spontaneously dance to no music together like they did in the movie you were watching, Grillby had pulled you up from the couch, turned off the television and proved you wrong.

You grinned at the back of his head, you’d think he was romantic even if he took you into his own restaurant, and the two of you sat at the bar to just chat, even if Sans was there too. Everything he did when it came to you was just infused with love.

Grillby was the one to drive, and you…only grabbed the little handle on the door twice. He was getting better. Still not great, but he’d only gotten his full license a year ago. After you’d gotten into an accident at work and he couldn’t come get you because of his lack of driving abilities. He had gotten to the hospital after you had already been released and was merely waiting for him.

You got curious as he drove out of the city for a while, a good long while actually. Though, the two of you kept up the conversation easily especially as you had just finished watching a show together.

After probably an hour of driving, he had pulled off the main road, and after a short drive down the side road he pulled up to a tiny cabin facing a lake. Your eyebrows rose and you glanced over at him. “A cabin?”

He nodded, “rented for one night.”

“Oh my god,” you breathed out, it was gorgeous. It was the peak of fall, the oranges, yellows, and browns of the trees reflected off of the lake water beautifully. The cabin was small and from the looks of it, pretty off-grid. There was a tiny dock that you knew you’d probably lie down on later that night to watch the stars and hear the lapping of the lake water against it. (With Grillby waiting anxiously at the other end of the dock because water does not mix well with fire.)

You climbed out of the car and inhaled deeply, smelling the fresh air mixed with that distinct fall scent.

Oh, this was going to be a lovely night.

“Wait,” you turned to  Grillby as he shut the car door, “I didn’t bring anything for the night.”

Grillby didn’t respond, just walked to the trunk of your car and pulled out a duffle bag, holding it towards you. You relaxed instantly and hurried to take it from him as he pulled out a small cooler as well. As he closed the trunk, you kissed his jaw quickly before darting over to the door of the cabin. You were so fucking excited for this night. An entire night of just…being with Grillby. No distractions.

The inside of the cabin, once Grillby unlocked the door, was one room. A small kitchen area was to the immediate left of the door, a small seating area that overlooked the lake,  and a bed tucked into the back corner beside what you assumed was the bathroom. There was an old wood-burning stove fireplace beside the bed that you knew wouldn’t be used because your boyfriend was a walking, talking fire. It was decorated in the most outdoorsy, woodsy, lumberjacky way possible. Flannel covered all plush surfaces, and everything was stained wood.

“For Halloween, you should dress up as a lumberjack,” you said placing the duffle bag down on the bed. Grillby gave you a curious look, turning away from the cooler.

“…lumberjack?”

You explained what a lumberjack was to him, plucking at the flannel curtains when you described the aesthetic. “It’s a good look,” you finished before giving a chef’s kiss.

“…a sexy lumberjack?” he inquired next, and you got the image of Grillby with a button-up flannel completely unbuttoned, low-riding jean shorts, an axe, and a fire beard and you couldn’t help but start giggling.

“You’re always sexy,” you amended when he feigned upset at your laughing. He shook his head, but the amusement was clear in his flames. As you sobered up from giggling, he pulled a few items from the cooler. Hot chocolate mix? Marshmallows? Graham crackers? You gasped, “Are we seriously going to have a campfire?” you blurted out, moving to his side and taking the bag of large marshmallows from him.

“…of course,” Grillby kissed the top of your head, “…cuddling in front of a fire in the middle of the woods is peak romance…if I recall your words correctly.”

You grinned up at him, “I’m always cuddling in front of a fire.”

“…with a fire,” he corrected with a smile, before giving you another kiss. You giggled softly and gave his lips a few pecks before gesturing towards the door.

“Let’s get this fire going!”

You quickly figured out that when your boyfriend was literally fire making a campfire was easy-peasy. Though you did get to see Grillby cut wood, which he was amazingly good at, and you tried as well but Grillby freaked out after you split a piece in half, which fell onto another piece and you got pinged in the face by a catapulted chunk of bark. So, you were regulated to getting the food set up to make roasting marshmallows and making smores a streamlined process.

Instead of chairs, Grillby brought out a blanket and some pillows from your apartment and placed them relatively close to the fire, but still far enough away that there was no chance of accidentally catching anything on fire.

For the next three hours, the two of you did nothing but indulge in chocolatey, marshmallowey goodness, cuddle, watch the stars when they blinked into view, and talked quietly. It was…perfect. You were cuddled against his chest, contently warm against the chill of autumn night, and…you couldn’t be happier.

You peeked up at him, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he replied immediately, kissing the top of your head. You hummed contently before he gently nudged you. “…I forgot something in the cabin.”

You reluctantly shifted away from him to let him head back into the cabin. After his light disappeared behind the door, you turned your attention back to the fire in order to add another log and watch it slowly catch.

This was honestly, the most surprising turn of events for date night. Grillby wasn’t normally the type of person who wanted to be away from home. Vacations to Grillby were days you just spent at home without working. You’d had a couple of those vacations with him, taking days off just so you could spend more time with your boyfriend. Even if it was surprising, you were delighted. This was…so relaxing. The sound of the lake waves lapping at the shore, the ambient noise of the fire and the forest around you, everything was just….beautiful.

Grillby startled you slightly as he sat down beside you, but you merely smiled and gave him a kiss in response to his apologetic look.

He cleared his throat, and you raised your eyebrow at that. There was only a few times where you had heard that come from your boyfriend and it was always followed by a lot of speaking. When he said your name, there was something different to the way he said it…as if he didn’t want to say anyone else’s name ever again.

Or you could just be feeling the cheesy romantic atmosphere and projecting.

“…We’ve been dating for five years now,” he started, intertwining his warm fingers with yours. You nodded in agreement, head tilting slightly. “…I’ve been alive for many, many more years than that and…I haven’t found anyone like you in my long life………..I thought the sunrise was the most beautiful thing in the world, but it’s nothing compared to that first smile………………..you give me every morning.”

He paused, hand squeezing yours for a moment. You knew it was uncomfortable for him to speak in long stretches, but you couldn’t speak. Your heart was in your throat and you turned towards him, eyes starting to prick with tears. He leaned forward and kissed away a tear that did escape, it sizzled and you laughed wetly.

“……I will forever be grateful for Papryus dragging me to that…awful cooking lesson in the middle of the pouring rain because I met you…….You make each day full of love, dorky jokes, and joy. I know that I take a long time to make decisions…………………………………….and I have made you wait much longer than most would, but…” Grillby paused again, and cleared his throat again, “….I wish to be fully bonded with you to be forever yours. Will you marry me?”

He uncurled his other hand and held out a ring towards you. A small sob left your throat and you found yourself unable to say anything, you just started nodding vigorously, holding out your left hand. Grillby’s flames cracked erratically and brightened as he slid the ring onto your finger. The moment it was secure, you threw yourself at him kissing him in a way that you hoped portrayed your excitement, happiness, and devotion to this flaming man.

One of his arms circled around you, pulling you close, and the other stroke your face, wiping away tears that evaporated as it came into contact with his fingers.

“Yes,” you managed to blurt out against his lips, not bothering to pull away to speak. He chuckled, peppering your face with kisses. “I love you so much,” you choked out, “being so…fucking…heartfelt. You dork.”

Grillby chuckled at your eloquent response to his proposal, and said,“…I can’t wait to call you my wife.”

[bordonfreeman]

Selftober prompt 26: family

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Ship child...?

IDK