#boss:furia

put 3 characters in my inbox and I’ll tell you who I’d slow burn/fake date/enemies to lovers with

They both managed to agree on: 

fake dating Eli (smile to the cameras/audience but as soon as they’re out of sight they’re exchanging barbed words and possibly even punches) 

enemies to lovers with Ang (neither is on the best of terms with her, but they’d rather give another chance to her than Eli)

((omg! This is amazing all the way around. And truly the idea of Colin and Eli fake dating is hilarious. As for Furia and Meryl, *shrug* well have to see.))

Meryl would never admit it to anyone else, but she’s a little jealous of the way she can tell Eli means everything to Furia, while she’s convinced she and Furia would never become that close.

A part of Meryl’s pissed off at herself for being so greedy, because truly it’s none of her business who Furia chooses to give her heart too, plus she and her guys have promised to stay faithful to each other, no serious relationships with anyone else. The fact that Colin had broken it years ago when he and Sean got together doesn’t mean Meryl could do the same now.

Send me “that’s dirty” and I will generate a number for what my muse will say to yours.

31. We could always involve a third party.

((following this post and especially its tags))

Colin eventually slumped back into the driver’s seat and pushed back a few stray strands of hair from his face, still breathing heavily. “Well, fuck…” he finally huffed.

Furia wiped beads of sweat off her brow and adjusted her shirt. “Si…” she agreed, looking at once pleased and deeply apologetic. After a moment, she added, “I am sorry, after all, this had been my idea.”

Colin shook his head. “Nah, we probably would have done it here anyway. Besides, it was my leg that snagged on the transmission. We’re both to blame here.”

“Still, I feel pretty terrible about it,” she said. “As wonderful as this encounter felt, causing any damage to this lovely machine had not been my intent. We’ll head back to the garage in my car and I’ll see if I can’t find some tools to fix it.”

“We could always involve a third party,” Colin offered. He fished out his phone. “I’ll call Sean to come pick us up.”

“Sean and not Meryl?” Furia asked. “Are you sure he won’t mind?”

Furia: *gasps* do tell. You show me yours, I’ll show you mine. *winks*

Colin: “Usually I wouldn’t mind this sort of exchange, but I’m not sure either of us would want the other to see us dressed at their worst...”

@saintedfury replied to your post: "Colin, are there any unspeakable crimes against...

((I second Writers’ message. We need more information.

(The guys will be under the cut)

Meryl

Attractiveness:

repulsive || hideous || ugly || not attractive || unappealing || not unattractive || meh || no preference || ok || mildly attractive || nice looking || cute || adorable || attractive || pleasant on the eyes || good looking || hot || sexy || beautiful || gorgeous || hot damn || would tap that || perfect || godlike || holy fuck there are no words

Personality:

grating || irritating || frustrating || boring || confusing at best || awkward || unreasonable || psychotic || disturbing || interesting || engaging || affectionate || aggressive || ambitious || anxious || artistic || bad tempered || bossy || charismatic || appealing || unappealing || creative || courageous || dependable || unreliable || unpredictable || predictable || devious || dim || extroverted || introverted || egotistical || gregarious || fabulous || impulsive || intelligent || sympathetic || talkative || up beat || peaceful || calming || badass || flexible

How likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending || fuck no! || never || no way || not likely || not sure || indifferent || I’m asexual || maybe || probably || it depends || fairly likely || likely || yeah sure || yes || would tap that || hell yes || fuck yes! || wishing that could happen right now || as many times as possible || we are already having sex

Level of Friendship:

never in a million years || worst of enemies || enemies || rivals || indifferent || neutral || acquaintance || friendly toward each other || casual friends || friends || good friends || best friends || fuck buddies || bosom buddies || practically the same person || would die for them || true friends || my only friend ||

First impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

Current impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

How good of a kisser:

worst kisser ever || terrible || bad || awkward || just okay || alright || pretty good || good || makes me moan || excellent || exciting || oh god they’re good || I dream about it || fucking amazing || absolute perfection || we haven’t kissed

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“Why haven’t we heard anything from her yet?” Meryl growled in mounting frustration, flinging the datapad on the coffee table. She’d been pacing around the Ship, picking the device up, frowning at it and tossing it back down again, and pacing some more for a while now.

Colin and Sean could feel Meryl’s tense mood starting to affect them as well, though they couldn’t quite agree with her impatience. The two men were mostly sitting on their own in the break room, except when Meryl’s circuit brought her stalking through. Colin bounced his leg a little irritatedly while she was around, trying to focus on playing with Sean’s hair. “Give her some time, love.”

“Some time?” she echoed. “Furia’s Rift’s been back up for days, and we still haven’t heard even a peep from her. The least we could get is some ‘all clear’ message from her.”

“She’s still mourning, Meryl,” Colin chided gently. He leaned in to kiss Sean behind the ear and could imagine her balling up her fists as she huffed.

“Yeah well, what about us? We were all mourning her too.” She sniffed. “I actually thought we might have lost her for good. Last I saw of Eli, he was a mess. Only reason I even know she’s alive over there is because her Matt confirmed it when I had ours prod him.”

Colin had missed Furia too, had quietly mourned her in his own way even though he hadn’t been as close to the other Boss as Meryl had. But right now, he felt like he might understand how Furia could be feeling better than his lover. “The past months must have been hell on her. She probably still needs space without everyone in Bossville complicating things for her.”

Meryl wrung her hands. “Couldn’t she just, I don’t know... send a little mass message saying she’s still around? Maybe even that she doesn’t want to talk yet? Just something. She managed that when she closed the Rift, didn’t she? And that was ages ago.”

“Everyone mourns differently,” Colin said. From the way Sean was squirming in his arms, he could tell the other redhead was losing the mood for cuddles as well. A bit more sternly than he should have, he added, “Not everyone bounces back as easily as you do, love.”

He’d touched a nerve and knew it. She whirled around on him, indignation flashing in her eyes. “You tõbras,” she snarled, “Just because I didn’t stay near-catatonic for more than a week doesn’t mean I took losing everyone easily. I just realized I couldn’t wallow around forever and forget about everyone else.”

@saintedfury submitted:

Furia may have lectured Matt when she found out that she had missed Meryl’s birthday. He’d managed to glean the information days after the fact. 

After donning flame retardant black fatigues, a tight and lowcut black tank, and her favorite, worn-in pair of boots, she tried to secure her short, but lengthening hair. The attempt failed and she just settled for hoping it wouldn’t get in the way. Then she grabbed the box.

It was filled with treats for the birthday girl alone. Her fellas might just steer clear because Furia made sure to label everything in there as Mexican Chocolate or describe what sorts of chile was mixed with each sweet. There was even a small dish in the center with one of Furia’s favorite spring treats–fresh fruit sprinkled liberally with dried and ground chiles and a touch of salt.

She even added a few of her favorite candies from childhood, thinking Meryl might be brave enough to give them a go:

Que Mango

and Beny Sandias

both were fruit-flavored suckers (Mango and Watermelon) covered in chile. 

She opted to hand-deliver this package, on the off chance that she might get to see the purple-haired beauty she hadn’t run into in a while.

Furia had arrived just in time to be the first person picked up on the Bosses’ new visitor alert system. It was simple really; a movement detector turned on a security camera and sent a notification to CID, who chose whether to inform Meryl, Colin and Sean if they weren’t currently at the apartment.

“Furia has arrived at the door, carrying a box,” he told the trio.

Meryl jerked her head up. “Furia?” She and Colin were cleaning and assembling weapons with Sean sticking around for company. She looked down at her overalls and hands streaked by gun oil.

Sean shrugged. “I can go meet her.”

“No-no, uh, just give me a sec, I’ve got it.” The female Boss looked around for the nearest clean-ish rag and hurriedly wiped her hands. Sean raised his brows but said nothing, and Colin had to suppress a smirk.

Meryl rushed out the room for their Rift, knowing that if she stopped to change, she’d likely miss Furia. Too late she remembered that they’d also installed an intercom next to the door.

Reaching their apartment, she halted for a moment to pull down the zipper on her overalls to what she hoped would make her look at least a little more… sultry? and adjusted her bangs, leaving a dark smudge across her forehead. She then opened the front door.

Ayyyyyyy

Push off a cliff - Yuri, because Mer will show up mid-fall with his wings out and catch him ;)

Kiss - Eli Mitchell. His faceclaim is handsome and I bet Eli kisses well.

Marry - Furia. Yes pls. She is all mine now.

Set on Fire - Tina. YOU ASKED FOR IT 8)))

Wrap a Blanket around - Ang. Poor woman gets put through so much.