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Game Night 3: It’s Bex Ball, Bébés (Chapter One)

Summary: This is Part Twenty of my series A Herrmann/Halstead Production. It is an AU where Christopher Herrmann's mom had an affair with Pat Halstead resulting in a baby. The series follows this OC character (Rebecca "Bex" Herrmann) as she grows up and gets to know her brothers and the various Chicago teams. It is very much an AU, just to underscore that. It doesn't follow the same timeline and characters will follow different paths.

Click here for the Series Rundown where you can find the links to read all of the previous installments (which I highly recommend you do so that this one makes sense.)

Rating: Teen and Up

Relationships: Christopher Herrmann & Original Female Character, Jay Halstead & Original Female Character, Will Halstead & Original Female Character, Jay Halstead & Will Halstead, Greg 'Mouse' Gerwitz/Original Female Character, Will Halstead/Connor Rhodes, Assorted OC Couples

Warnings: Swearing and a ridiculous amount of shenanigans

Chapter One

Otis

If Otis had known it would come down to this, he would never have agreed to join in on freaking Bex Ball.

He should have known. This was Bex they were talking about after all. She’d never let them play something normal like soccer or football, hell, Otis would’ve even taken volleyball. Not that Bex Ball hadn’t been fun—

It was just insane.

“Come on, Otis!” Bex squeezed his shoulders, trying to pump him up. “You’ve got this.”

He did not ‘got this.’

“Alright, settle down and shut up,” Chris called out to the teams. “Let’s finish this.”

Ruzek strutted over to stand in front of Otis and smirked. “Heard you might have a little performance trouble with this one,” he said.

Otis didn’t bother dignifying that with a response. Ruzek could think whatever he wanted. Otis was going to focus on…focusing and beat this curse once and for all.

“Hands out,” Chris said, motioning at the space between them. Otis and Ruzek both lifted a fist. “Rock, paper, scissors, on three…”

He could do this.

Otis took a deep breath—

***

Three hours earlier

***

Will

“Come on!” Bex yelled down the hallway. “We can’t be late!”

She’d been on Will as soon as he’d come home from work—literally shoving a sandwich into his mouth and then shooing him toward the shower. It wasn’t like he had control over the ED. He’d come home as soon as he could, but apparently, they were still cutting it close.

Game Night was serious business. Especially this Game Night.

Will was both intrigued and slightly terrified by what Bex Ball might actually entail.

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” he hollered back as he came out of his room, pulling a shirt over his head. He stopped short when he saw her standing by the front door. “What the hell is that?”

“What’s what?” she asked, nonchalantly shifting the truly gigantic ball in her arms so she could see his face. Barely.

“The gigantic ball that’s almost as big as you!” Will squeezed past her and the freaking ball so he could get his shoes on.

“Isn’t it great?” Bex grinned at him, looking enormously pleased with herself. “We used to have a pretty big one at Chris and Cindy’s, but Lee Henry and Lukey popped it years ago. I found this one online. It got here just in time.”

He peered up at her as he tied his laces. “How were you planning on fitting it through the door?”

“It’ll fit,” Bex said confidently.

***

Five [curse-filled] minutes later.

***

Will

It did not fit.

“Well, shit.” Bex frowned down at the ball in her arms. “I guess I should have waited to blow it up.”

Will studied the ball, glancing between it and the door frame. “If we deflate it a little—”

“No, there’s no time,” Bex said, waving away his suggestion. “I’m gonna have to toss it to you.”

“Toss it—” His brain suddenly caught up with the mental leap hers had taken. “No. Bex! No. You are not throwing that thing at me from the balcony.”

“We’re not that high up! It’ll be fine.” She nudged him out the door, using the ball to help shove him into the hallway. “Hurry! Go!”

“Getting a little fast and loose with the definition of ‘fine’ today,” Will muttered to himself as he made his way downstairs. He stopped on the front steps, shaking his head. Why was he even agreeing to this? Trying to catch that thing would be a guaranteed to the ED and he’d never hear the end of that.

No, this—

“New plan, Will,” Bex yelled at him from the balcony. “The Tin Can’ll catch it!”

Before he could call back for her to stop for one freaking second, Bex was releasing the gigantic red ball and Will watched as it hurtled through the air toward her poor car.

The ball landed on the roof, rocking the Tin Can, before bouncing back up in the air and bumping against one of the first floor balconies. It dropped from there, bouncing a bit more when it landed on the patch of grass in front of the building and then rolling to a stop at Will’s feet.

Hunh. The Tin Can was made of sterner stuff that he’d though. Take that, Jay. He and Bex could pick out a solid car.

“See!” Bex was leaning over the side of their balcony, giving him a thumb’s up and a wide grin. “Worked like a charm! Stay there! I’ll be right down!”

The front door opened a disturbingly short about of time later—seriously, had she leapt down the stairwell or something?—and Bex went whizzing past him, kicking the ball back toward her car while she went.

“Not even a scratch,” Bex declared as she peered at the roof of the Tin Can. She patted it fondly and then went around to open the rear door of the station wagon. Will winced as she tried to shove the ball into the back.

“Bex, there’s no way you’re gonna get the door closed,” he said.

“Way ahead of you.” She whipped a pile of bungie cords out of her pocket. “Come on! Help me strap it in and let’s gooooooo!”

It took some wrangling, but they managed to secure it and then Bex poked at him to get in as she headed for the driver’s seat.

“You know, for someone who was not very into the whole outdoor aspect of this game night,” he began as he put on his seat belt. “You’re pretty chock full of enthusiasm.”

“That was before,” she said, starting up the car. “Now? It’s Bex Ball.”

“Still don’t know what that means,” Will said.

“You will.” Bex let out what he would absolutely classify as an evil laugh and Will’s terror began to outweigh his intrigue. She flapped a hand at him. “Help me look for cars because I can’t see shit out of the back.”

He craned his neck, trying to keep an eye out.

On the bright side, at least if they backed into anyone, they’d bounce.

***

Jay

Hailey stood beside Jay as they watched Bex muscle a truly gigantic ball out of the back of the Tin Can. It was at least three feet wide. Maybe four.

“Is this…like…a belated hazing or something?” she asked, shooting a glance at him.

“Nope,” Jay laughed. “I mean, you were at the Grudge Match, right?”

Hailey raised her eyebrows with a reluctant nod.

“Yeah,” he said. “Stuff like this is pretty much par for the course around here.” He paused, shaking his head at the sight of Bex hefting the ball over her head and chucking it at Will as he tried to run for cover behind unsuspecting Connor.

The ball bowled both of them over and Bex fell down in a laughing heap beside them.

“Uh, tonight might be a little more out there than usual though.” Jay bumped shoulders with her. “Come on,” he said, nudging her toward the group. “We can be on the same team and watch each other’s backs.”

She went willingly enough—Jay was pretty sure she was mostly just curious about what the hell was going to happen tonight. She wasn’t the only one. Bex and Chris had been extremely tight lipped about what exactly was involved with Bex Ball.

Bex had assembled a good-sized gang for the event. Aside from Jay and Hailey, they also had Mouse, Kevin, Kim, Adam, Julie, and Sam to represent 21. Sylvie was there along with Otis, Joe, Shay, Kelly, Stella, Matt, and Gabi from 51. Ethan and April had also tagged along with Will and Connor and Emery had somehow gotten roped in too.

Plus, they had an audience: Bex’s friends Kira, Malia, Isaac, and Devon had arrived loaded down with snacks and lawn chairs. And signs. They had Lexi Olinsky in tow which Jay was going to have to get the scoop on from Bex later. He’d heard something about Emery taking her under her wing? Al seemed less stressed about her lately so whatever was happening, it must be helping.

Beside Bex’s gang, Platt and Mouch had their own little set-up and the two groups were already swapping containers of food back and forth.

Knowing that crew, they’d also be trading bets soon enough.

Chris and Cindy were standing at the side of the field Bex had booked for the occasion; both of them with a shiny new whistle around their necks. Chief Boden and his wife Donna were babysitting the rugrats so they could come out and referee and Jay knew Bex had made more than a few cookie promises to swing that one. Judging by the smiles Chris and Cindy were sporting, it was worth it.

A piercing whistle blew through the air and Chris waved them all into a huddle. “Alright,” he said. “We’re gonna go over the rules, then we’ll divide into two teams, and then…we’ll play some Bex Ball.” He chuckled to himself and sighed. “This is the best day of my life.”

“Really, Herrmann?” Otis asked. “Over marrying Cindy and the birth of your many children?”

“Over winning the Grudge Match?” Cruz piped up.

“He’s waited a long time to share the joy of Bex Ball with people,” Cindy laughed.

“Inflict, you mean,” Chris muttered under his breath with a grin that was giving Jay a bad feeling. Cindy elbowed him and Chris straightened up. “Okay, rule time,” he said. “They’re barely comprehensible—”

“Hey!” Bex protested from the back of the group. “I mean…fair, but hey.”

“—so pay attention,” he carried on, ignoring her. “This is our field of play.” He pointed at the area behind them. It was kind of ratty with patchy grass, but a nice size.

Chris explained that since the ball was so big, the whole width of each end of the field was the goal line. Whoever got stuck as goalkeeper was going to have to be fast on their feet.

“So, we’re basically playing soccer, but with a giant ball?” Julie asked.

“I haven’t gotten to the play modes yet,” Chris said, smirking as he held up a finger.

Play modes? Jay craned his neck to shoot a WTF look at Bex—who wasn’t even paying attention. She was currently tucked into Mouse’s side as they giggled about something and Jay forgot about listening to the the rules as he watched them for a moment. He hadn’t seen either of them smile like that for way too long.

He waited for that familiar wave of loneliness to flare up, but…there was nothing. He was just happy. Happy for the two of them. Happy to be out with all of their friends.

It was nice.

Bex looked up and caught his eye. He smiled at her and she grinned back before pointing to Chris and mouthing ‘pay attention!’ at Jay.

He stuck out his tongue just to make her roll her eyes and then turned back to the front where Chris was talking about…flamingo mode?

What the f—

***

Sylvie

Kevin jogged up beside her as their team headed to their end of the field. “Hey,” he said, grinning down at her. “Excited for your first game night?”

“I think so?” Sylvie laughed. “I’m a little concerned about that gleam in Herrmann’s eye, but if you’re gonna be my buddy, I think I’ll survive.”

That had been part of the rules. Everyone had to have a buddy in place for some of the play modes? Sylvie didn’t quite have it all straight yet. She’d been expecting something more like ultimate frisbee? In hindsight, knowing this crew, that had been unrealistic on her part.

She was still game! For whatever was about to happen, lord help her.

“Happy to be your buddy,” Kevin said. He grabbed her hand, pulling her toward him for a quick kiss. She leaned into it even though she was sure she was blushing down to her toes.

Things had been building between them for a few months now and they’d kept it quiet at first. Dating and kissing in front of everyone else had netted her a healthy dose of teasing from pretty much everyone they knew lately, but despite the blushing, Sylvie took it in stride.

Hard not to when she was so ‘disgustingly happy’ according to Otis. Not to compare boyfriends, but everything with Harrison had been so forced. Like she was checking off boxes with him. Being with Kevin somehow managed to be both fun and interesting and easy and comfortable all at the same time.

Which at first seemed suspiciously too good to be true. Gabi, Shay, and Stella had spent one long wine night talking her through the panic about when the other shoe would drop and helped her realize that sometimes you could just…actually be on the same page as someone.

She knew organizing this Game Night had been a feat, but she was so grateful to Bex for doing it. Getting to know Kevin’s friends and having him spend more time with hers felt like another important step. She didn’t see much of the Intelligence crew outside of Molly’s or at work, but hopefully this would open the doors to more hangouts in the future.

A laugh slipped out as she watched Matt chuck the ball at an unsuspecting Severide, knocking him off his feet.

More hangouts, but maybe with less projectiles.

***

Kelly

“So, it’s basically like soccer,” Kelly said to Stella and Shay.

“I don’t think it’s that simple,” Shay argued and Kelly shook his head.

“Yeah, there’s some twists, but it’s a game Bex started when she was what? Four?” He shrugged. “I don’t think it’s going to be that diff—”

A flash of red was all he caught out of the corner of his eye before a force knocked him off his feet and down to the grass below.

Kelly groaned, blinking until his eyes focused on the freaking red ball rolling away and freaking Casey bent over, killing himself laughing. Kelly scrambled to his feet.

“Oh, it’s on now.”

***

Cindy

“Are there rules about hitting the other players with the ball?” she asked Chris as she looked through the pages of instructions Bex had left with them.

“Eh.” Chris waffled his head back and forth. “How about, you get a point if it was funny and you lose a point if it was a low blow.”

That sounded fair. Cindy added it to the list.

***

Otis

Otis bit back a sigh as he joined his team.

He was surrounded by couples.

His team had Bex and Mouse and Kevin and Sylvie who were all in their honeymoon period and Matt and Gabi. Jay and Hailey weren’t a couple…as far as he knew, but they were still partners. That left Bex’s friends Emery and Sam, but he barely knew them. Once again, he was the odd man out. They hadn’t even let him and Joe be on the same team!

Although, his team was marginally better than Joe’s. Literally everyone on his team was coupled up. Looked like both of them were going to spend the night as goalkeepers.

Otis trudged toward the end of the field when Bex called out his name.

“Where are you going?” she asked as she ran up to him.

“Figured I’d be in goal since I don’t have a buddy,” he said, jerking a thumb over his shoulder.

Bex shook her head. “No, no, no,” she said. “We’re gonna put Sam and his freakishly long arms in goal.” She grabbed his arm and started towing him along behind her. “You’re going to be Emery’s buddy.”

Hang on—

“Otis, you remember Emery,” Bex said, depositing him in front of a pretty blonde he’d seen a couple of times at Molly’s and definitely at the grudge match.

“Right.” Otis reached out to shake the hand she offered. “I remember the heckling.”

“Awesome.” Bex patted both of their shoulders. “So, you’re basically already friends. Have fun!” She trotted off, leaving them standing in awkward silence.

“Otis,” Emery said, rocking back on her heels with her hands in her pockets. “That’s, uh, that’s a cool name.”

“Oh,” Otis laughed. “It’s not my name. They just call me that because—well, it’s a long, weird firefighter thing, but my name’s Brian. Brian Zvonecek.”

Emery’s eyebrows flew up. “Oh! Sorry, I didn’t know. Do you prefer Brian?”

“I’ve pretty much given up on being called anything but Otis by this crowd,” he said with a little shrug.

She stuck out her hand again, waiting for him to take it. “It’s nice to meet you, Brian,” she said, grinning as they shook again.

Oh. He ducked his head, his own smile sneaking across his face. He didn’t mind that at all.

“So,” Emery said, glancing around at the two teams. “I’ve just been dipping my toes back into the whole socializing thing—”

“Right,” Otis nodded. “I heard about—” He cut himself off, wanting to smack himself in the face when he realized what he’d just said. Like she wanted to talk about that. Ugh.

“Well, that saves us some time on the intros,” Emery said, a wry twist to her mouth. She waved off his apology before he could even get it out. “Have you ever been to one of these Game Nights before?”

“No.” Otis shook his head, grateful for the change in subject. “I think this is the first one they’ve done with this many people. Have you?”

“I’ve done small ones with her and Will and Connor,” she said. “Sometimes Jay, but not with the whole group. I wasn’t even planning on coming to this one, but you know how it is with Bex. You ask her how her day was and then before you know it, you’ve been added to the roster of some kind of ridiculous shenanigan.”

Otis nodded sagely. “I am familiar with this experience.

“Well, then, Brian, my buddy,” Emery said, bumping her shoulder against his. “Ready to get ridiculous?”

“I was born to be ridiculous.” Wait. That sounded better in his head. Why couldn’t he ever just say something cool—

“Today must be my lucky day then,” Emery laughed.

Hunh. He was beginning to think it might be his too.

***

Will

Will and Connor stood together at their end of the field. Joe was hanging out in the goal area and the rest of their team was scattered in a loose formation. They had a pretty solid group. Aside from the three of them, there was Adam, Kim, Shay, Julie, Kelly, Stella, Ethan, and April. An even match for Bex’s team.

It had taken a few minutes to get everyone organized and ready—with a delay after Matt knocked Kelly over with the ball and then Kelly chased him around with it, trying to get him back—but now it looked like they were finally starting.

Chris blew the whistle and tossed the ball into the middle of the field. There was a mad dash as everyone started kicking it around and also leaping out of its way. Then Cindy pulled out a megaphone. She clicked it on and all you could hear at first was her and Chris giggling before she finally managed to yell out, “Hot Potato!”

Crap. Which one was that again?

Will watched as Bex picked up the ball and tossed it over to Jay who instantly threw it to Hailey who turned around and tossed it Gabi, but it got intercepted by Shay who tossed it to Kelly.

Right. No holding onto the ball for longer than a second.

Connor ran by him, catching the ball and tossing it to Adam. “Bex ball!” he yelled back at Will with a joyful smile on his face.

It certainly was.

Will jumped into the fray with a grin of his own.

***

Matt

“Squad mode!” Cindy yelled out and Matt looked around for Gabi. She was already booking it across the field, linking arms with him as soon as she reached his side.

“How’s it going, buddy?” she asked, holding on tight to his arm.

“Even better now,” Matt said. He had no idea what was happening for most of this game and yet he was having a blast. The two of them ran forward, attempting to kick at the ball together without falling on their faces or their asses.

They were halfway successful.

***

Emery

Emery might murder Bex over flamingo mode.

She was currently hopping up and down on one foot and praying no one tossed the ball her way. Otis—Brian was hopping beside her, cursing under his breath, and Emery appreciated the solidarity. She kind of felt like she might have made a new friend tonight? Bex might have a point about the whole expanding your circle thing—shit!

Emery threw her arms up as Connor's throw went wide and headed her way, stomach turning as she realized exactly how this was going to play out. Between the momentum of her arms going up, the force of the ball hurtling her way, and the fact that she was standing on one freaking leg—she didn’t stand a chance.

She caught the ball and fell backwards with a shriek, taking Brian with her.

“Oh, crap! Emery!” Connor hopped over as fast as he could. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine!” she yelled, struggling to disentangle herself from Brian. She spotted Jay and Hailey hopping up fast behind him. “Guys, get the ball!”

“Hey, I don't think so!” Connor swooped down, like some sort of elegant frickin’ crane, and grabbed the ball. He tossed it to Ethan and hopped off.

“Do you think anyone will notice if we just stay down here?” Emery muttered to Brian. They were off to the side. People could play around them.

He laughed and got to his feet. “Come on, buddy,” Brian said, reaching down to give her a hand up. “As Commander Taggart once said, ‘Never give up—”

“Never surrender,” Emery finished for him as she got to her feet. She caught his surprised look as she brushed off her pants. “Connor made us all watch Galaxy Quest a few weeks ago. It’s one of his guilty pleasure movies.” She held a finger up to her lips when he got a sparkle in his eyes at that little tidbit.

“Won’t tell a soul.” Brian crossed his heart. “Never would have pegged him for a secret nerd though.”

“You have no idea,” Emery laughed. “Find a way to casually bring up Star Trek sometime and see for yourself.”

“Emery! Otis!” Bex yelled over at them. “We’re still in flamingo mode! Come on!”

Brian matched her groan as they both lifted a leg. “I’m gonna flamingo her mode.”

“Don’t make me have to avenge her, dude,” Emery said. “My leg will be so strong after today. I’ll be able to do serious damage.”

“Just the one leg though,” Brian pointed out. “Won’t that mean you’ll just run in circles when you try to chase me?”

Emery snorted. And then switch legs. “There. Now I’ll be invincible.”

“Consider me warned,” Brian said, holding his hands up. Then his face twisted in alarm right as a red blur whizzed past her and took him out.

“My bad!” Adam yelled.

***

Joe

Joe watched his friends galloping across the field for Pony Mode and decided maybe being goalkeeper wasn’t so bad after all.

***

Trudy

Trudy sipped at her drink and watched their gang of idiots scamper around on the field.

“You know,” she mused to her fellow spectators. “I think Bex might just be a genius.”

Mouch, Kira, Malia, Lexi, Devon, and Isaac all nodded as they munched on their snacks and took pictures.

She managed to catch one of Chuckles biting the dust when the big red ball hit him square in the butt.

Seriously.

A goddamn genius.

***

Connor

Connor took a swig of his water bottle while they all stood off to the side for the short breather Chris had granted them. It was hot enough that none of them wanted to risk dehydration.

Ooh. Hot enough for his boyfriend to be taking off his shirt too. Connor watched Will use his shirt to wipe at his forehead and waggled his eyebrows at him when they made eye contact.

Will smirked back, taking the time to slowly stretch.

April came to stand beside Connor, holding her cold drink against the side of her neck. “Next time, I’m hanging out with the spectators,” she said, sighing as she watched Ethan also pulling his shirt off. “Or we play in the fall or something because this is…phew!” She fanned at her face.

Connor laughed. ‘Phew’ pretty much covered it. “I don’t know if I’d want to sit out,” he said. “It’s weird, but it’s fun. Although I have no idea what the score is right now.” Goals had been made, but Cindy and Chris had also been gleefully tossing out bonus points and penalties seemingly at random. Connor had given up trying to keep track.

A shrill whistle cut through the air—case in point. “Will! Ethan!” Chris called out. “Minus two points for peacocking!”

“For what?” Will asked while Ethan shook his head. “We’re not even playing right now!”

“Still counts!” Chris declared. “Put your dang shirts back on.”

April shot Connor a look. “Well, whatever the score was, at least now we know it’s two points less.”

“Break’s done!” Cindy called out. “Back on the field!”

Bex ran by, cackling as she bopped Will and Connor on the head with the ball. “Bex Ball!”

“Come on,” Will grabbed his hand and pulled him on to the field. “We’ve got points to make up.”

“And whose fault is that?”

“Shush. You liked it.”

Connor pulled him in for a sweaty kiss because he really did.

***

Sam

Sam sighed as he watched the two teams move across the field in slow motion.

He did a killer sloth. Bex knew that.

Next time, he was putting his foot down. He wasn’t about to get stuck as goalkeeper again.

Sam shook his head at Emery’s lackluster form.

Honestly.

***

Bex

Bex’s head whipped around as she looked for Mouse. Chris had just called for Koala Mode and she needed her buddy. They spotted each other at the same time and he crouched down as she ran over, ready for her to leap onto his back.

He grabbed on tight when she landed, keeping a secure hold on her legs. She wrapped her arms loosely around his neck and leaned over his shoulder. “Hey, Mouse,” she whispered.

“Hey, Bex.”

“I’m pretty sure I saw the ball go that way,” she continued, pointing at a wooded area just off to the right of the field.

“Oh, really?” Mouse hummed as he watched Jay kicking the ball over to Kevin. “That’s no good. What should we do?”

“We should probably go find it.” She pressed a kiss to the side of his head. “So the game’s not ruined.”

“Can’t have that,” Mouse said, lips quirking up into a little grin. He took a quick look around, making sure everyone was focused on the ball at the other end of the field. Then he took off, moving surprisingly fast considering he was carrying her at the same time.

Hunh. Mouse was a lot stronger than he looked. Bex’s brain filed that very interesting bit of information away.

…how many days until Friday?

He wove through the trees and set her down gently once they were behind a fairly large one. “You know,” he said slowly, leaning back against the tree. “I thought I was supposed to be the bad influence in this relationship.”

“Who said that?” Bex stepped into his arms and slid her hands into his hair, drawing his head down for a quick kiss. “I’ll kick their butts.”

“Aw, thanks babe.” He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her against him.

“Anytime,” Bex said, grinning up at him. “But our team’s going to notice we’re gone soon so—less talking, more kissing.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

***

Jay

Jay kicked at the ball and fought to keep his balance with Hailey on his back. It took a quick sidestep, but he managed to stay on his feet.

Koala Mode was intense. He felt like he was running around way more than before trying to keep up their defense and—

Wait a minute.

Something was off. He looked around and did a quick head count and—hey. “Where did Mouse and Bex go?” he asked Hailey.

“They went that way about five minutes ago.” She leaned over his shoulder to point at a wooded area off to the right.

Oh, hell no. He was not suffering through this alone. This whole thing was her idea! Jay marched over to the edge of the field as Hailey snickered into his back.

“Rebecca Marie Herrmann!”

***

Mouse

Uh-oh. Mouse’s eyes went wide. “You just got full named.”

Bex rolled her eyes with a sigh. “You know, he actually took longer to notice than I thought he would.” She grabbed his hand. “Come on. Let’s go back before he full names you.”

Oh, no way was that happening. “Hop on.” Mouse crouched down so she could jump on his back and took off; Bex’s laughter filling his ears.

***

Chris

They had come to the end of their allotted play time and the game was tied.

Mostly because he and Bex had decided that would be the most hilarious outcome, but no one else needed to know that.

He and Cindy gathered both teams in the middle of the field. “We have a tie,” Chris declared.

“How do you even know that?” Otis burst out.

“Because, Otis,” Chris said patiently. “Unlike you, I have been keeping score.” He looked everywhere but at Cindy because as soon as they made eye contact, he’d break. He could not blow this by giggling. Bex would murder him.

“As per the rules,” he said, ignoring Jay’s snort. “In this situation, we play the tie-breaker game.”

“Is that…something other than Bex Ball?” Will asked cautiously. Skirting the edge of hopeful.

“Yes.” Chris nodded. “And it’s one round. Winner takes all.”

“Sudden death!” Bex cheered.

“One representative from each team, please come forward,” Chris said, stepping back.

After a few hushed, but fierce negotiations, Otis and Adam were pushed into the centre of the group. Chris held up a hand for quiet.

“The game is rock, paper, scissors.”

“Are you freaking kidding me?” Otis yelled.

***

Otis

He was sweating. This was not good. His team members from 51 were whispering furiously to the others behind him while the ones on the other team grinned widely from behind Adam.

So sure they had it in the bag because of this ‘tell’ they swore he had.

Severide pulled Adam back and began whispering to him; probably sharing said tell.

Otis had gone over it in his brain a thousand times and he was sure he didn’t have one, but the fact was, he never won rock, paper, scissors. Either he had a tell or he just sucked at it.

“Are we allowed to swap our player?” Gabi joked, but Chris shot her down.

“Nope,” he said. “Players are locked in.”

“Come on, Otis!” Bex squeezed Otis’s shoulders, trying to pump him up. “You’ve got this.”

He did not ‘got this.’

“Alright, settle down and shut up,” Chris called out to the teams who were all talking excitedly for two very different reasons. “Let’s finish this.”

Adam strutted back up to stand in front of Otis and smirked. “Heard you might have a little performance trouble with this one,” he said.

Otis didn’t bother dignifying that with a response. Freaking Ruzek could think whatever he wanted. Otis was going to focus on…focusing and beat this curse once and for all.

“Hands out,” Chris said, motioning at the space between them. Otis and Ruzek both lifted a fist. “Rock, paper, scissors, on three…”

He could do this. He could do this. He could do this.

Otis took a deep breath—

“Hey,” Emery popped up beside him. “Remember. Never give up…”

“Never surrender,” he said. She stepped back with a smile and a nod.

He could DO THIS.

Otis stared down Ruzek and the other team and threw both hands up in the air. “I’m going rock!”

***

Adam

Adam took a step back at Otis’s declaration. Was he serious?

He shot a look over at Severide who looked stunned before shaking it off with a wave of his hand. ‘He’s bluffing’ he mouthed at him.

Was he though?

Otis had a manic look in his eye as he put his fist out.

Adam squinted at him, trying to look for the clues the other team had told him about. Chris began his countdown and Adam had to go with his gut.

And Severide.

It was a bluff.

It had to be.

…Adam went scissors.

***

Kelly

Well, crap.

Otis really went rock.

***

Otis

His team exploded once they realized what happened and Chris had to yell above their cheers to declare them the winners.

He did it. He really did it.

“Good job, buddy,” Emery said, punching him in the shoulder. “Knew you could do it.”

“Thanks, buddy,” he grinned.

“Okay, teams, pack it up!” Bex yelled. “We’re all meeting up the diner after this. Dessert is on the winning team!”

Oh, right. He forgot about that part.

…still worth it.

***

Jay

Chris, Cindy, Mouch, and Platt had gone back to the Herrmann house to hang out with Donna and Boden for a bit before calling it a night.

Even with them bowing out, their gang took up most of the diner. Luckily, Bex had called ahead to make sure they had space. Everyone was table hopping, enjoying the chance to catch up and chat. Jay was currently at a table with Hailey, Emery, Otis, Connor, and Will.

He noticed Connor elbow Will and nod at something across the aisle. Will looked over and smiled softly at whatever Connor had pointed out.

So, of course, the rest of them all craned their necks to look too.

“Nice,” Will said. “Real subtle, guys.”

It didn’t actually matter that they were being completely obvious because the people they were looking at were completely oblivious.

Mouse and Bex sat side by side in a booth. His arm was around her, their heads tipped toward each other as they talked. And—Jay couldn’t help the little snort that slipped out when he noticed—they were busy swapping a bit of their meals on each other’s plates so they could each have fries and onion rings.

“Well,” Hailey said as they turned back around. “They’re kind of stupidly cute.”

“They really are,” Emery said, swirling a fry through her milkshake. “I’m happy for her.”

“We all are,” Will agreed.

“I know.” Emery did a little head bob, acknowledging that. “But—” She bit her lip as she searched for her next words. “I know you guys know about AJ, but you weren’t there for it.” She sighed. “You know how Bex is. She puts her whole heart into everything and he might have said he wasn’t looking for anything serious, but he didn’t always act that way and he gave her such mixed signals. He was a greedy asshole who took and gave her nothing in return.”

Jay knew he should have punched him when he had the chance.

“It’s just—after all of that and after everything with Mouse,” Emery said, smiling as she watched them. “It’s so good to see them finally get here. To know that Bex is with someone as all in as she is. She deserves that. They both do.”

“He came by last night,” Will said, sharing a little look with Emery and Connor before grinning over at Jay’s side of the table. “Just to say good night to her.”

Jay stopped with his drink halfway to his mouth as he processed that. “He was at my place to watch the game last night,” he said. “He lives in the opposite direction of yours...”

"Guess he took the long way home," Connor said softly.

Hailey and Otis sighed beside Jay. “Stupidly cute,” Hailey said again as Otis nodded.

Not that Jay had any doubts left about the two of them, but if he did, the last couple of days would have evaporated them completely.

He turned around to take another little peek at them.

And squinted.

“Is that a hickey on Mouse’s neck?”

Everyone at the table shuffled around to join in on his peering.

“Yup,” Emery said.

“One hundred percent,” Hailey agreed.

Well, that was enough people watching for Jay. “Who wants pie?”

Five hands shot up.

***

Kevin

Kevin walked Sylvie to her door.

“Well?” he asked, leaning up against the frame. “What did you think?”

“I would call that a very successful mingling of the friend groups,” she said, looking up at him with a smile. “We should definitely do that more often.”

“Yeah,” Kevin agreed. “Except maybe next time—”

“Not Bex Ball,” Sylvie said quickly and he nodded.

“I’m putting that firmly in the once a year category,” he said. It was fun, but they’d gotten lucky this time. Putting that game in the regular rotation was asking for bloodshed.

“Maybe a movie night or something,” Sylvie mused and he could practically see the lists being written in her head.

“I’m up for anything,” Kevin said. “As long as it’s with you.”

“Mm. Smooth talker.” Sylvie grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him in for a slow kiss. Then she unlocked the door. “Want come inside and talk some more?”

Kevin grinned and let her tug him inside.

***

Bex

“So, today is Wednesday,” Bex said as Mouse walked her to her car. “And tomorrow is Thursday.”

“I believe that is how the days of the week go,” Mouse said. “Yes.”

She rolled her eyes and tugged on his hand. “I just want Friday to get here faster.”

“Two more sleeps.” Mouse grinned at her. “Almost there.”

“You should come to Molly’s tomorrow night,” she said. “And help me close. We can send the rest of the staff home early and make out on the bar.”

“Bad influence,” he murmured, leaning in for a kiss.

“That’s not a no,” she whispered against his lips.

Mouse pressed her against the side of her car and kissed her thoroughly. “It’s a yes,” he said, eyes going bright. “And then it’ll only be one more sleep.”

“Aha! A perfect plan.” Bex hugged him. “We’re good at this.”

“Yeah,” he said quietly, a note of pleased surprise running through it. “We are.”

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Your Love Is Like A Wave (And It's Drowning Me Out) - 9k Words

A series of Majorwood drabbles, starting in Double Life and going through the next season, and bleeding into New Life as well

Or: 9k words of majorwood just for all of you 💖

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Martyn is currently sitting by a cobblestone box, giggling to himself slightly. Said cobblestone box contains Jimmy, a red life, who he and the rest of his weird little quartet of yellows managed to kidnap. He doesn’t know exactly why he’s giggling though.

Well he kinda does, because this whole thing is a little funny. Jimmy still has air, and can see the sky, so for now he’s just loudly complaining and calling for his rancher to come to rescue him, all the while slinging curses at the other four. Pearl’s sitting on the edge of the box, dangling a hand in ever so often. Like the caged canary were some sort of wild animal that could bite at any moment, instead of ya know their friend? (To be fair Jimmy had tried to bite her once, but it probably wasn’t serious. Probably. )

Cleo is closer to him than Pearl is, making her own comments and jabs about the situation. And sandwiched right between them is Scott, and that man is the whole reason why Martyn isn’t sure why he’s giggling.

Making fun of Tim like this is always funny to an extent, but at some point Martyn’s brain laser focused on Scott and decided to never focus on anything else ever. Pearl and Cleo might as well not even be here, and Jimmy is only there to his brain because of his near constant back and forth with Scott. The man is close to him, very close, and taking quite a good amount of joy in teasing his former husband. All Martyn has been able to think about for the past five, maybe ten minutes is the sound of Scott’s voice and how nice his laugh sounds.

He already knew he had sort of a thing for Cleo. That was a given, they were soulmates, and Martyn was very weak for pretty people. But he wasn’t expecting Scott to be lumped in as well. It’s not like there was anything wrong with Scott, or that he wasn’t attractive or something. It’s just that their relationship has never been….positive in these games? And especially not now that Cleo hates him.

He ends up staring apparently, and maybe looking a little too taken with the man beside him at one point. Scott does catch his gaze for a moment, but that doesn’t stop Martyn from zoning out and staring. Cleo does though, her icy undead gaze seeing right through him. He looks aways, ears turning a little red, just as they hear Tango’s voice coming from over the hill.

“Ya know he’s into you, right?” Cleo says one day.

“What?” Scott mutters back, having literally no idea what they're talking about. “ He ” could literally be eleven other people on this server, most of whom claim to be in a happy relationship or something. So for their sakes Scott hopes the mysterious he does not like him, even if being a homewrecker and stealing Bdubs’s dream would be kinda funny.

“Martyn, he’s into you.” The zombie repeats herself, giving him a slightly unimpressed look. “You’ve noticed the staring, right?”

“Yeah,” Scott huffs, looking back over the ravine. “But I thought he was staring at you, because you were right next to me, or he was being…..being well Martyn. ”

“ Oh you’ve got to be kidding me!” Cleo exclaims, looking at him like he’s a ghost. “I caught him staring at you the other day and he blushed! ” They look like they’re ready to grab Scott by the shoulders and shake him for being so oblivious. He also gets the vibe that she’s trying to push them together for some reason, which is weird because the zombie absolutely despises that man right now. Scott would know, she’s told him as much on late night “our soulmates suck” rants.

He hums in response, deciding that looking anywhere else was better than meeting Cleo’s gaze at the moment. She was giving him a look, one of those I can’t believe your this stupid looks.

“Pretty sure I’m not into him, so…” Scott mutters after a moment.

“You were staring dreamily at his base when I brought that up.”

He opens his mouth to reply, but promptly closes it when no words come to him. He’s not into Martyn, wouldn’t be in a million years. Even that sounds like the words of a man in denial, and Scott has to stiffen a sigh; eyes now purposely staying very far away from where the blonde's ugly little baston lies. It is always there though, in the corner of his vision, tempting him to look over again.

Martyn sat on the edge of the island, humming absentmindedly to himself; feet dangling in the water below. He was taking a break for…whatever he’d been doing before, and was now just watching the grass slowly spread across the manmade island, pondering all the while. He wasn’t pondering anything bad, no not at all! He didn’t have anything bad to ponder about in the first place. He loved being a Mean Gill, and was very grateful that Scott had allowed him to stay. There was just a slight, erm, issue .

His little….lets call it an infatuation from the previous season had come back. It was in full force too, to make matters worse.

Martyn could feel himself blushing red at the thought, and tried very hard to stop that. How would he explain sitting there, randomly red as a tomato, to anyone who saw? Because TIES could very easily see him, and Scott was probably somewhere nearby. The awful, pretty, beautiful, absolutely horrible man that was making him like this in the first place.

The blonde kicked at the water, watching it ripple and splash. Why did emotions have to be so weird?

Ever since he’d teamed up with the man, Martyn's thoughts had become filled with nothing but Scott. He’d laid awake, bed agonizingly close to the others, and thought about how pretty his eyes were. How he could drown in them and wouldn’t even complain. He thought about his hair, how soft it looked, how he desperately wanted to play with it and run his fingers through it. He thought how not only did Scott have fish features now, which were a little hot honestly, he also had freckles; which were fucking adorable , actually? Martyn didn’t even know he had a thing for freckles or fish people before, but you learn something new everyday he supposed.

He thought about pressing kisses to each of Scott’s freckles, of holding his face and cuddling him late in the night. He thought about how he always had to keep his gaze away from Scott’s lips, how he had to ignore the impulse to kiss him out of the blue because that was weird and wrong and Scott didn’t even like him back.

Martyn kicked the water again, with more force this time. He watched the ripples and splashes again, ones that were now more forceful, and was aware that his face was probably souring a little.

It was never like this before, never like this with Ren. With ren they’d just…. been something from the start it felt like. Maybe that was because Ren’s affection was loud, something he wasn’t shy about; so Martyn hadn’t been shy either. That feeling had burned pleasantly, it had been all consuming and the light he clung onto in the darkest days.

But now Ren wasn’t here, and Martyn didn’t have that light, that comfort . Martyn didn’t have that all consuming fire anymore. He’d been a little taken by them both he thinks, in Double Life. But back then Ren was bright and familiar and well….his usual self. Scott had been hurt, had been colder, would sneer at him and Pearl after throwing them out. It was hard to admit a guy was pretty when you saw his actions drive someone closer to insanity is all. (Though Martyn had also left her, which he felt bad about in hindsight, but at the time it was never their fault to his head. It was always Scott and Cleo ; they were always the bad guys . And now he knows there were no bad guys in that situation, that yeah maybe all four of ‘em kinda sucked and treated each other like shit.)

WIthout Ren, without the complications that came with soulbonds, this feeling had creeped up on him. It had ensnared him and wouldn’t let go; it’d stuck its tendrils in him and he couldn’t pull them out. And Martyn didn’t want to let go of it either, because Scott made him feel warm and fuzzy and bright and he adored it. He adored him , even if this was the most painful unrequited slow burn he’d ever been tangled up in.

Scott’s voice called his name from somewhere behind them, presumably their shared house, and Martyn jumped. His heart skipped a few beats in his chest, and dear god the blonde could feel himself swooning and he wasn’t even within bloody eyesight of Scott yet. He took a deep breath, tried to calm his probably flushing face and stood up, wincing at how soaked his sandals were. Yeah, maybe this was more than an infatuation , and he’d be an absolute idiot to keep thinking that. Maybe he was a little down bad, if you must. Maybe he had a little crush even.

He called back to the other, slowly walking back. He briefly thought about the teasing flirts Scott gave him, and the ones that sounded a little too shy, when Scott flushed the slightest bit of pretty light pink as he spoke. Those were the ones Martyn didn’t think were his teammates normal “flirt with every man in a five mile radius” bit. He thought, desperately hoped, that they were real.

And if Scott was going to flirt so much Team TIES asked about it once, why not play into the bit a little more? Martyn normally wasn’t one to be shy with his affections like this, and just because Scott made him feel like a lovesick schoolgirl, made him feel like no one else ever would, didn’t mean he had to be.

Martyn reached their storage room with a smile and decided yeah, he'll have some fun with this. Maybe he’d get a yes or no at the end of it too.

They're standing there, talking with Jimmy when it happens. Scott’s forgotten why they were at the mansion in the first place really, just that they were there. The conversation had turned to friendly teasing at one point, as it always does with the blonde avian. The two Mean Gills admittedly aren’t very good at not taking the mick out of him.

Today the teasing is because of how Jimmy looks at them both. His gaze is shifting in between them, focusing on the way Martyn stands a little too close to Scott; close enough to be something more than friendly. Close enough where if he wanted to, Scott could easily slip a hand into Martyn’s warm ones and never let go.

The two islanders exchange a subtle little look at one point, and it’s clear both of them have come to the same conclusion. His teammate turns back to Jimmy, a devilish little smile dancing on his lips, and Scott is a little excited (and maybe nervous) to see what he does with that new information.

"What Tim?" Martyn teased lightly, a smirk forming on his face. "Ya jealous that your ex got a new partner?" And oh . That’s where Martyn’s taking this. Scott’s breath hitches slightly, and he hopes the other two don’t notice as the word partner starts to repeat over and over again in his head. The word is soon on loop, like it’s coming from a broken record player, and Scott has to tell himself it means nothing. They're not partners….like that . They’re base partners , allies , and most disappointedly just friends ; even if half the server does think otherwise.

Scott gets a grip of his reeling thoughts after a moment, replacing them with curiosity. He decides to say nothing, and let Martyn go…wherever he’s going with this still.

"No." Jimmy replies a moment later, his voice stiff and controlled. He's still looking at them, and at how close they are. He isn't fooling anyone with that, because they can both see the jealous glint in his eyes and how his wings have puffed up behind him.

"You sure about that?" Scott gave the blonde a smirk of his own, a little more light than Martyn's was. He didn’t want to actually upset Jimmy with the teasing, just to poke a little fun at him. He'd also be a massive hypocrite if he made the other man feel bad or something about being jealous, because he'd literally been jealous of Tango and Jimmy last season.

However, and a little frustratingly, Martyn seemed to be working against him. The blonde moved, and before Scott knew what was happening there were arms around his waist. He blinked, feeling heat rise to his face as Martyn hugged him from behind. The blonde rested his head on Scott's shoulder, nuzzling into his neck a little. This man was horrible actually, Scott decided, and he didn’t like him at all anymore.

Jimmy caught his surprised look, and the merfolk desperately wished he didn't blush so easily. It was clear that the blonde was surprised as well, because that was a bold move Martyn had just done. The avian glanced between them one more time, clearly gathering that this was unexpected, before speaking again. "Yep, pretty sure. Goodbye now!" He huffed.

With that Jimmy turned away, clearly not wanting to witness anymore of their PDA, and scrambled his way back to the top of Bad Boy Manor. Martyn just giggled lightly next to Scott's ear and moved away.

When they returned to their island, Martyn did it once again. Scott had been standing in their little newly built storage area, searching for a material he swore he put in that chest. It almost wasn't a surprise when his teammate took a chance to hold him again, warm arms wrapping around his waist again.

"Hey" Scott whispered, letting himself lean into the touch this time.

"Hi" Martyn responded, resting his chin on Scott's shoulder once more. He heard the triumphant smile in the blonde's voice, and presumed there was blush spreading down his neck. His face felt like it was on fire, so that wasn't too surprising either.

"Was Timmy actually jealous back there?" Martyn asked against his neck, having started to nuzzle it again. Scott was really hoping that no one decided to come over right now.

"Yeah, he was." He responded, letting out a small humorless laugh.

"Probably shouldn't have pushed him so far huh." Martyn sighed. "Especially not doing….this." He'd stopped nuzzling Scott, and just buried his head in the crook of his neck instead. Scott shivered, able to feel the others warm breath ghosting over his gills and scales.

"It's fine, I'll message him later" Scott said, finally resuming his search for that material. He’d been so wrapped up in Martyn's presence, he hadn’t even realized he'd stopped doing that.

He let silence fall for a few minutes, Martyn watching as he shuffled through a seemingly endless pile of items, and listening to Scott’s mutters about how badly he needed to organize their stuff. He felt the blonde smile against his skin, before swaying them gently. This whole interaction felt so….domestic, and Scott wondered if he was wrong for wanting more.

"This is nice, though.." Scott muttered into the silence, barely audible. His frills swiveled back in embarrassment, and he felt his face start to heat up even further. There was a sudden, barely there heat against his neck, and he was pretty sure he'd made Martyn blush as well, possibly for the first time that day. It was a small win, but he'd take it. Scott had one point so far and Martyn had like five probably. Yeah that was a good guess, and Scott wouldn't be surprised if it was more. That man was very good at flirting, he had to admit.

Martyn nuzzled him again as a response, and warmth fluttered wildly in his stomach. Okay then, never mind. Martyn six , Scott one.

"I need to move, Martyn." Scott mumbled when he was done searching, fondly glancing at the other. He would love to stay like this, but he tragically could not reach the crafting table from here.

Martyn mumbled something unintelligible and maybe a little grumpy, before starting to let go of Scott’s waist. Before he let go fully, when his hands rested nicely on the merfolks hips, he leaned down to press a small kiss to the side of Scott’s neck. He pecked the other right under where his gills lay, sending yet another shiver to course though Scott.

Scott stood there for a moment, eyes wide. Hadn’t been expecting that when he woke up that morning, that was for sure. He placed a hand on his neck, feeling around his gills absentmindedly. He felt Martyn’s sly smirk on him as the blonde turned and left the room, walking back towards the upper part of their house.

Martyn hummed, standing beside Scott idly. The latter was talking with Cleo about something or other, something Martyn wasn't interested in. He wasn’t here for chatter, he was here to protect Scott. No one had tried to come from them yet, but his teammate had the most time by far. And he'll be damned if he lets anyone take that away.

Maybe he ends up staring at Scott and zoning out, just like he did back in Double Life. But by now Scott’s used to it, because Martyn can't help himself from looking at something so beautiful. By now Scott is already prepared to tease him for it on a moment's notice, so it's not a big deal like it used to be.

It had taken a while for Martyn to notice this consciously, but he found Scott's fins adorable. He liked the way they moved, how they shone and shimmered under the sunlight. They folded in when he was embarrassed or flustered, which made Martyn want to flirt and fluster him even more. And the freckles, again. God how he wanted to press kisses into each one of those.

He was blinked out of his thoughts by Cleos mildly amused gaze, and the wonderful sound of his merfolk voice.

"Did you hear me, darling?" Scott asked. Beside them, Cleo failed to muffle a wide grin.

Martyn stood there for a minute, cogs beginning to turn in his head. Scott had called him darling. Darling . He concentrated a little too hard on his rapidly beating heart, on not losing his composure and turning red a tomato, that he entirely missed the awkward silence that stretched out after the question.

"Martyn?" Scott asked again, giving him a slightly concerned, yet amused, look. "Are you okay?"

"Y-yeah I'm fine, perfectly okay!" Martyn smiled back, voice going a little higher than intended.

"Okay!" Scott smiled, turning to resume his conversation with Cleo. The merfolks smile had been a little slow and mischievous, and Martyn wanted to shrink into himself in embarrassment. Scott now knew that he was weak for pet names, and was sure to use that against him very often from now on.

Cleo just leaned in to whisper something in Scott’s ear, something that made him flush. A little perplexed, Martyn watched as he slapped her lightly on the arm; the zombie giggling all the while.

There was water rushing all around him, blood pumping through his veins and pounding in his ears. Water splashed nearby, and Martyn turned to kick at Jimmy again. The avian, who was foolish in the water when he had wings, just coughed up a bit of blood, Martyn’s shoe having caught him in the face slightly.

Jimmy wasn't made for swimming, and the yellow wings just made it harder for him too. They started to drag him down a bit with how thoroughly soaked they were getting, which made Martyn's job just a smidge easier. He knew Jimmy kinda hated swimming, so the fact that he was in the water was a testament to how desperate everyone was for time.

"Scott? Scott!?" He called, desperately splashing in the shallows by their island. He couldn't see Scott anywhere, and panic behind to swirl violently in the blonde's stomach. Where'd he go? Did someone get him? What if he's dead, what if-

"Martyn!" Scott's answering yell came from the other side of the island, a few feet off, and Martyn wished he hadn't called out. Their others now knew where his teammate was as well. Which was fine, he could handle that, he just had to swim faster.

He reached Scott in record time, having to kick and fend Jimmy off at least two more times. The other pursuers were gaining as well, and Martyn had never been more relieved to see Scott’s living face, a sword clutched closely to his chest.

"Scott!" He gasped, swimming over till they were floating face to face. They were farther out than Martyn had initially thought, but he didn't mind at all. Deeper water just made it easier to drown people. Under the water, Scott grabbed his hand and squeezed.

"Martyn! Martyn you have to kill me please!" He exclaimed, casting a fearful look over the blonde's shoulder. They could hear splashing sounds, ones that were getting rapidly closer.

If they had the time for it, Martyn's brain would've slowed down, long enough for him to sit there and gape at Scott, horrified, for at least a few minutes. But they didn't have time, quite ironically, so he just squeezed Scott’s hand back and yelled. "Why?" He asked, voice close to breaking. "I can't do that to you Scott, I-"

The merfolk cut him off by placing a hand over his mouth. "I don't want anyone else but you to have my time!" He said, staring serious into the ocean blur of Martyn’s eyes. Scott’s tone started out harsh, but turned softer with each word.

" Please. " He begged one last time, removing the hand from the blonde's mouth. Martyn said nothing for a moment, letting Scott’s sword be shoved into his own hands. He hadn’t even used it and the weapon felt dirty to hold, as if the mere suggestion was tainting it.

Under the surface two sets of legs moved to keep their owners afloat, and a tail flicked in a wild panic. Behind them the splashing got even louder, till it was roaring in Martyn's ears again. It was then he realized he didn't have a choice, did he? And pulled Scott in closer.

Scott’s breathing hitched, from fear or something else Martyn didn’t know. His hands shook, but he managed to get a surprisingly firm grip of the sword. He was going to burn it later, and make Scott a newer, better one, one that didn't remind him of one of the worst incidents of his life.

His eyes flicked down to Scott’s lips, then thought better of it. Martyn knew he didn’t want to do it this way, so he moved to press his lips to Scott’s forehead instead.

The merfolk let out a strangled cry of pain, the sword being shoved through his ribs. As he pulled the cursed weapon out, Martyn moved closer, eyes pressed shut. He peppered more kisses to Scott’s forehead, to his hair, muttering comforts; that it wouldn’t hurt for long. He buried his nose into Scott’s soft blue locks and murmured that he was sorry, tears falling from his cheeks. He did so until Scott had despawned, and there was nothing but the murder weapon for him to hold anymore. The thirty minutes that washed over him felt disgusting and vile, and he almost couldn't wait to die and lose them.

Martyn stayed there, floating on exhausted limbs, until the splashing was gone, until the roaring in his ears stopped, and until he felt okay enough to go inside and see his teammate once more.

He broke down anyways, poorly retrained tears dampening Scott's now yellow jacket. The merfolk said nothing, just let him cling to his chest and cry.

"Martyn?" Scott asked, voice groggy with sleep. He'd been awoken by shuffling sounds from somewhere else in the house. At first, he'd assumed it was Martyn using the restroom or something else you normally did at one in the morning. But then the sounds had continued, and woken him up again less than ten minutes later. He was pretty sure it was just Martyn, but got up to check anyways, in case they were actually being robbed or trapped. He didn’t wanna wake up in the morning by being exploded after all.

“Martyn?” He asked, stifling a loud yawn. Scott now stood in the doorway, his hand gripping it as he watched the blonde prepare what seemed to be some sort of drink. "Oh sorry." Martyn said, turning to face the other man. A hot mug of coffee was held in his hands, the distinct smell of it quickly crowding Scott’s sleepy senses. "Can't sleep." He mumbled the explanation a little sheepishly, like Scott would be bothered by his teammates having one off night in a death game.

He was going to not think about how the other man made coffee in a server with limited resources, because as far as Scott knew this map did not have a jungle for cocoa beans. Though it might, in the unexplored area. He wouldn’t know though, because it was unexplored and it was also one in the morning. Scott simply waved a goodbye, stifling another yawn as he turned to tiredly shuffle back to his bed, the blonde's gaze on him all the while.

An hour later, when Martyn still hadn’t gotten any quieter, was when Scott decided to make him sleep. Or else.

"Oh shit, sorry-" The blonde said a little blearily when Scott walked into the room for a second time.

"Why can't you sleep?" Scott asked bluntly, hands resting on his hips. There was a certain bit of annoyance in his voice, he was sure of it. Scott was aware he probably looked like some sort of sleep deprived, scary mother of three, but if that was the look needed to get his question answered, then so be it.

"Nightmares…about the, ya know…" Martyn seemed to shrink into himself, and not because of his teammates' tired gaze burning holes into him. He sounded so small, voice getting smaller with every word he spoke.

"No, I don't know." Scott huffed, a little more gently this time. He removed his hands from his hips, and walked till he could sit next to Martyn. The blonde had been leaning against one of their bookshelves, back looking uncomfortably pressed into the wood. Scott sat beside him now, legs crossed and a softening look on his face.

“About yesterday.” Martyn managed to choke out after a minute, hands tightening around an untouched mug of coffee. “Everytime i close my eyes all I see is you in the water….bleeding because of me.” His eyes stayed firmly focused on the dark liquid in his mug, gaze clouded and full of self hatred; if Scott wasn’t mistaken.

He didn’t think about it, just reached over and pulled Martyn into the best side hug he could muster. The blonde stiffied under him, and the merfolk could tell he was stopping himself from returning the embrace. “It’s not your fault, I told you too.” Scott mumbled, burying his face into Martyn’s shirt best he could.

“I know….” His teammate just gave a low murmur of response, slowly setting the mug of coffee on the floor next to them. Martyn moved to give him a proper hug, and Scott clinged to him like a koala clings to a tree; hoping it conveyed what he was thinking. He thought that Martyn blaming himself was stupid , because he’d asked him to do. Scott had wanted Martyn to kill him, he wasn’t bothered by it at all. He also thought he wanted another kiss, maybe in a different place than the forehead, but that wasn’t a good thing to do right now.

The blonde didn’t pull away, just held onto him tighter, moved the merfolk into his lap and buried his face into Scott’s hair. He didn’t even bat an eye when he felt the blonde’s body wrack with quiet sobs, just tried to get even closer and offer more comfort, trying to communicate that it wasn’t Martyn’s fault, because Scott had a feeling this stupid idiot wouldn’t listen to him if he just said it. He had a feeling he needed to show that it was okay as well.

Martyn didn’t cry for long, and they ended up just sitting there, holding each other until Scott had an idea. It was one of those ideas that was either going to go horribly and ruin everything, or shift something else in their dynamic. He was really hoping it was the latter as he untangled himself from Martyn, slowly getting to his feet. The other just looked at him with undisguised curiosity.

"Come on." Scott sighed, taking Martyn’s hand in his. The blonde blinked as he laced their fingers together, and Scott basically pulled him to his feet fully a moment later. The darkness of the night did its best to hide the blush spreading across both men’s cheeks, all the while Scott led Martyn back to their shared sleeping area. The other grip on his hand was tight, squeezing, and he pretended not to notice.

He let go of Martyn’s hand, albeit a little reluctantly, to move the potted plant that separated their beds. He felt a questioning and curious gaze on the back of his neck, the blonde watching as Scott quickly put their beds together. He wasn’t sure his bed would fit both of them, so he decided it was safer to just pull a Bad Boys and push all their beds together. "Don't be weird about this. It helps with my nightmares." Scott said over his shoulder, turning his head to look at his teammate.

Martyn looked a little dumbfounded, his eyes flicking between Scott and the now double bed. If either of them were in a more awake state of mind, the merfolk was sure one of them would’ve made some sort of inappropriate joke. Not that Scott would’ve minded sharing a bed that way, just not right now when he was tired and Martyn was an emotional wreck.

He flashed Martyn a fond yet toothy smile, and patted the sheets before moving to lay down. Scott felt the blonde join him under the covers a minute later, and drifted close to the warmth almost unknowingly.

They laid awake together for a few minutes, before one of them finally gained some confidence. Martyn, probably thinking Scott was asleep, moved closer. He wrapped his arms around the merfolk slowly, eventually holding the other in his arms fully. Scott held back a content little sigh, fully melting against the blonde. He snuggled even closer, back comfortably pressed against his teammates chest.

The two woke up in a similar position in the morning, holding each other and legs tangled together. They didn’t comment on it, Martyn only muttering thanks, and that it did help his nightmares. Scott said he’d push their beds apart later.

He never quite got around to doing that in the end, but Martyn never complained.

Scott blinked in the dim light, Martyn now leaning over him slightly. Oh . He was being pressed against a wall, their underwater hideout suddenly becoming more cramped and small than it already was.

"I thought you were gonna die back there." The blonde mumbled, resting his forehead on Scotts. His eyes were firmly pressed shut, and his body seemed to relax for the first time all day, shoulders sagging. Stress lines seemed to litter his face as well, and the merfolk hated to be the cause of them. Scott’s gaze softened, pressing his own forehead against Martyns in return. I'm here. I'm alive.

"I didn't die, not yet anyways." The last part was added with a humorless chuckle. Martyn didn't find it very funny, as his face scrunched up even further.

Scott apologized by placing a delicate hand on his cheek, gently thumbing it and Martyn readily leaning into the touch. The blonde's own hands went to rest on Scott’s waist almost unconsciously, and he leaned into it with a quiet sigh.

Scott slowly titled his head to the side hesitantly, only once the blonde had opened his eyes again. It was only after Martyn himself leaned forward did Scott feel confident enough to close the gap between them, pressing their lips together softly. Martyn melted into the kiss rather quickly, which surprised Scott. It had honestly been a spur of the moment decision. He hadn’t expected Martyn to reciprocate at all, or do so readily. Martyn's lips were warm against his own, and Scott quickly realized he found it intoxicating.

One of his hands begins to tug at Martyn's hair, trying to pull his ally even closer. Martyn responded by nicking his bottom lip, and eventually slipping his tongue into Scott’s mouth, deepening the kiss. Scott happily let him, muffling a pleased little noise. Warmth fluttered in his gut, the blonde's tongue mapping out the back of his teeth, as the merfolk finally got what he'd been wanting for weeks now.

Martyn whined softly when Scott pulled away after a second, panting. Scott giggled, his frills puffing out in joy. Martyn just recaptured his lips again, Scott letting out a surprised chirp and melted into the contact even more than he had the first time.

When they parted again it was Scott's turn to whine at the loss of contact, but he understood why they'd separated so soon when he felt kisses peppering the rest of his face. The blonde kissed every part he could reach, Scott’s cheeks, his forehead, his freckles and his nose. Scott smiled, cupping Martyn's face in his hands after the other left one particularly risqué kiss on his upper neck.

They both leaned in for a third and final kiss. It was soft and chaste, and tasted sickly sweet, and everything he wanted and more. Afterwards Scott wrapped his arms around the blonde's neck, letting his weight rest on the other. Martyn just rested his head on top of the merfolks lovingly, kisses occasionally being pressed into soft blue hair.

"I love you." He said, voice slightly mumbled as he pressed his face into Martyn's shirt

"I…" The blonde seemed a little lost for words, a little choked by some emotion that Scott couldn't discern at the moment. "Yeah, me too" Martyn mumbled just as quietly, wrapping his arms around his teammate and holding him tight. Scott made a contend purring sound from the back of his throat, and allowed himself to be lost in the moment.

It was all he needed to say.

It was a nice day out, a calm day, and the Mean Gills had decided it was a good time to spend the day together. It was getting later and later into the game, and quiet days like this were becoming more rare and much more valuable. Martyn wanted Scott all to himself for as many minutes as possible that day, really he did, before the manhunts started up again and people were trying to take his partner’s from him. Time with his beloved wasn’t a thing he was willing to waste anymore, not after the first hunt for Scott and the end of it, one that still made him wake up in tears.

They stood at the side of the house together, Scott having surprised him as he went to feed their chickens. Martyn giggled, the other wrapping his arms around the blonde’s neck pulling him in for a slow kiss. He leaned into it as he always did, the pleasant feeling Scott’s lips now achingly familiar to him.

The blonde soon put the chicken feed into his inventory, sensing that the merfolk wanted to take this just a little further. And oh Martyn was so not opposed, he was the opposite of it really. Scott nipped at his bottom lip with unusually sharp teeth, and Martyn allowed the other's tongue to slip inside his mouth with ease. One of his hands went to rest in Scott’s hair, occasionally pulling it.

They parted for air after about a minute, both of them smiling and panting just a little bit. Scott looked at him lovingly, one hand beginning to play with Martyn’s ponytail idly. The ponytail was a new thing, he had figured now was a good time to try and grow his hair out, because what else did they have to do other than not die? The decision had paid off greatly, Scott saying he liked the look very much.

Martyn hummed, leaning down to place a kiss on Scott’s jawline. The merfolk giggled above him, and he took that as a sign to place even more. The kisses slowly started trailing down further, being placed under Scott’s chin, around his gills, everywhere the blonde could reach. They became gradually more open mouthed as well, until eventually a bruise was being sucked into his partner's neck. Scott, who’s knees buckled more with every kiss until he was practically leaning on Martyn, muffled a sound; one that sounded suspiciously like a whine.

"Martyn!" Soctt laughed, tugging the other away from his neck. "People can see us out here!"

"You don't wanna give them a show?" The blonde muttered against Scott’s throat, feeling the latter’s pulse begin to quicken underneath.

“No, I only want to give you one,” Scott’s response was a low and sultry murmur, one that sent shivers straight down his spine. Martyn let his face be held in gentle hands, meeting the merfolk's now half lidded gaze.

"I think I'd like a ticket to that." He mumbled in response, A hand was teasingly slipped under Scott’s jacket, and the other man let out a slight shiver. His tail began flicking around Martyn’s lower legs, the contact burning like a hot iron.

"You already have one." Scott murmured against his lips, giving Martyn another passionate kiss. The blonde made a muffled noise, moving the two of them back towards the edge of the island. His hand stayed under Scott’s shirt the whole time, roaming and exploring to his heart's content.

They had to part once they reached the water, Martyn obviously needing air to be able to hold his breath. But once they reached the cave the two were quickly on each other, Scott allowing Martyn to slam him against the stone wall. Their lips smashed together once again, the action now having a hungry air to it. Scott slipped his tongue into Martyn’s mouth, causing the other to groan. Hands went to tug at blue hair, which made the merfolk make his own sounds in response. Sharp teeth nicked at the pirates lips, and his knees damn near wobbled underneath him.

He groaned, Scott’s tongue exploring his mouth until he couldn’t breathe, lungs burning and screaming for oxygen. When they pulled away Martyn dipped his head back down, resuming his earlier work on Scott’s throat. He smirked at the low moan that came from the merfolk, and pressed another hickey into his scales.

At some point he’d picked up Scott, carrying him the short distance to the bed they kept in the secret room. He pinned the smaller to it, hands gripping his hair nicely and dagging Martyn’s head back to Scott’s neck. The blonde resumed his work, not needing to be asked twice; especially if it elicited those sounds from Scott.

Hands roamed under his shirt, ghosting over his chest before beginning the journey downwards again. All the while Martyn tried to shove Scott’s own jacket off him, moving that and his undershirt so he could have even more access. More whines came from Scott, his partner's lips now pressed to his collarbone and beginning to bite down gently. Martyn let out a groan of his own, fingers beginning to tug at his waistband.

He moved back up to Scott’s lips again, kissing him into the bed like a starving man. Scott’s hands quickly moved to grab the back of his head and keep him there, the merfolk very content to let Martyn’s tongue do whatever it pleased in his mouth. They pulled away for a final time after that, both taking in large gasps of air.

Scott cupped Martyn’s cheeks in his hands, moving the blonde’s head down until they’re foreheads touched. “We should make out more.” He stated quietly, eyes closed as he leaned into the other’s presence.

“You don’t say?” Martyn huffed, amusement leaking into his tone. Scott just hummed in response.

The pirate would’ve loved to stay and cuddle Scott more than anything, but they still had chores to do around the island. So Martyn stifled a sigh, and slowly moved off of the merfolk. Scott made a disappointed huff, and sat up on the bed.

“Gotta feed the chickens, sorry.” He mumbled. Martyn pressed a kiss to Scott’s hair, before going to exit the underwater base. The blonde heard the tell tale signs of Scott’ swimming after him a moment later, and smiled.

They reached the surface together, Martyn noticing that Scott’s shirt was still not fixed once they were on land. He flushed cherry red, wordlessly moving to fix it and hide his glorious work from the world. Scott just giggled at him, tail slapping happily against the ocean’s surface.

“Hi guys!” Skizz’s voice came from the mainland, and Martyn wanted to die right then. He wanted to be striked down by lightning right now because that was proper embarrassing and absolutely motifying .

“What were you two doing in there, huh?” Tango’s voice joined in with his teammates, just as Martyn managed to cover most of the bruises lining Scott’s fair skin. He really hadn’t realized how many he’d left, which made this interaction all the more horrible for him. Scott however, though probably a little embarrassed, was leaning into the teasing. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” He called back with a giggle. Martyn just groaned, resting his head on Scott’s chest, hands still gripping the latter’s shirt. His partner just laughed louder, pressing a fond kiss too the top of his head

Scott woke up one night with a loud yelp, loud enough for most of their neighbors to probably hear. He ripped himself free of Martyn’s grasp, breath coming out in short gasps as he did so. Tears were pricking at the corner of his vision, clouding it and making it harder to see what exactly was in front of him. In the merfolk’s panic he kicked off the covers as well, the feel of them being too overwhelming.

Martyn stirred next to him, obviously quite startled. Scott felt his partner's concerned gaze on him as he sat on his side of their beds, shaking. The blonde moved toward him slowly, and lightly placed a hand on Scott's thigh. When the merfolk didn't flinch away, his grasp became a little firmer.

"You okay?" Martyn mumbled, voice muddled with a strange mix of worry and sleep. Scott tried to open his mouth to speak, but his tongue felt as if someone had locked it in place, and now it wouldn't seem to budge. He held back a frustrated noise, and just shook his head no.

"Wanna talk about it? If you can?" Scott nodded again, and tried to get his mouth to work for the next few minutes. Martyn moved closer as he did so, bumping their shoulders together lightly. His fingers drummed on Scott's knee idly, a motion the merfolk found more comforting than he'd like to admit.

When he finally did make a sound it wasn't coherent, just a strangled sound that was supposed to be a word. Martyn smiled softly at that, and kept quietly waiting.

"….Had a nightmare." Scott muttered. "'Bout the first game."

"Third life?" Martyn clarified softly. Scott nodded.

"I saw the grave again." He continued, trying not to recall the dream too vividly, lest he start crying again. "I, ah, remembered the bunker, his death. Then it wasn't Jimmy it was…..it was you -" Scott cut himself off with a sob, the memory of the dream rattling him greatly. Martyn moved quickly, and before Scott knew it he was dampening the other’s shirt with his own tears.

He remembered how he'd lost his husband the first time, how he had been shattered into fragments with just one message. Scott didn’t even have to search his feelings for long before the grief came rushing back, crashing over him like it used to every day back then. His heart twisted painfully inside him, the moment still crystal clear in his mind.

"That's not again happen again, I promise." Martyn mumbled into his hair, gently running his fingers through it.

"How do you know that?" Scott asked, voice cracked with long ago grief. It could happen again, he could so easily lose his lover once more. It was the thing he worried about everytime Martyn tried to defend him, when Martyn shoved himself in front of a ranid army of yellows and reds to keep him safe. He always worried about having to bury Martyn, like he'd had to bury Jimmy with nothing but dirt and a lone poppy-

"Because this isn't Third Life." The blonde muttered, grip on him tightening. "There's no flower field here, and there's no banner to burn."

That made sense, Scott supposed. It made him feel better, so even if it hadn't made any sense it would still be a reasonable explanation he supposed. At that he sunk into Martyn, his teats gradually beginning to calm down. He still clung to the blonde like a lifeline though, the fear induced by the nightmare never quite leaving.

Martyn just laid them both down gently, Scott still clutched in his arms. He pulled the covers over both of them, and mumbled something about trying to get a few more hours of sleep.

Martyn respawned with a yelp, a little surprised still. He’d be killed by a random TNT minecart drop, and he was a little irritated over it. Stupid Skynet and the stupid minecarts. He was ready to go out there and shoot whoever had done it, that was an hour of his time they’d gotten away with!

“Didn’t expect you to be on top of me today.” A voice came from under him, and Martyn looked down in surprise. Under him was a very flustered looking Scott, the frills on his face pressed back in surprise. It took Martyn’s brain a few seconds to process how he’d ended up in this position, cogs turning at a painstakingly slow pace in his head.

He’d respawned in their hidden bed, naturally. It was night time. Scott was probably trying to sleep the night away. Right. Sure . That made sense, but it didn’t make either of them any less flustered. Currently Martyn was being distracted by how he was basically straddling Scott, and his partner was being pushed slightly into the white bedsheets.

“Well, I don’t think you’re minding it much.” He responded, entirely on impulse. Scott’s eyes seemed to light up with that, and he moved closer. Martyn met the merfolk’s half lidded gaze, nose bumping and breaths mingling together. The air had turned from awkward to heated very fast, and the blonde was soaking it all up like a wet sponge.

"Ya know I always had a thing for pirates…" Scott said, voice dipping lower. He ran a hand along Martyn’s chest area, where the shirt was left slightly unbuttoned, caressing his skin. The blonde shivered at the motion, his own hands running up Scott’s arms slowly.

"And I've always thought merfolk were quite sexy." He huffed in response, leaning downwards. Scott flashed him a toothy grin, going to meet the other in the middle. Their lips connected, and Scott pulled them further down onto the bed.

Martyn muffled a noise, the merfolk’s tongue slipping into his mouth for the millionth time. When Scott had said they should make out more he hadn’t been expecting this, but the pirate was so not going to complain. His fingers twisted in the other's hair, and a hand tugged on the back of Martyn’s head to keep him in place.

He pulled away first, the feeling of fire in his lungs. Scott just looked up at him with a pout, lips puffy and red. Martyn ignored the urge to lean down and ruin them some more, slowly shuffling off the bed.

“People are gonna be suspicious if I take too long respawning.” He muttered a quiet apology, watching as Scott tried to drag him back down. His partner just let out a dramatic sounding sigh. “Fine.”

“We could continue this later tonight?” Martyn offered, and Scott’s eyes lit up immediately. “Oh absolutely~” He murmured, giving the blonde one last peck on the lips. A hand thumbed over the waistband of his pants, and then Scott finally let go of him. Martyn laughed at that, ignoring the warmth fluttering inside him. “Eager aren't we?” He called as he exited the room, not waiting for the merfolk response before diving into the cool sea water.

Time was running out.

Scott stood with Impulse at spawn, discussing. They were the last three left, and they were supposedly going to have a fist fight to the death. The winner would be picked fairly, no foul play or whatever. Martyn stood beside them, oddly silent. Martyn was never silent like that. Scott wanted to reach out a hand to his partner, to hold the blonde’s own one last time. To feel Martyn’s loving embrace one last time, because this wasn’t going to end pretty.

He didn’t want to kill Martyn, and Martyn didn’t want to kill him. Unless the red life got to him, he didn’t think he could. And he didn’t want the bloodlust to get to him. He didn’t want to win again, and just standing here had already brought him far too close to that for comfort. So if it did come down to a fist fight, he would let Impulse kill him, because there was no other way to avoid it.

He didn’t reach out a hand to hold Martyn’s. Maybe because part of him knew what was going to happen, because he knew Martyn as well as a fish knew the ocean it swam in.

Impulse said something, then there was a burning in Scott's back. He screamed, feeling the unmistakable burn of lava on him, feeling the liquid splash painfully onto his tail. Impulse let out a surprised yell, and a bucket clattered to the stone ground under them. Just before the magma could finish him off, a sword sliced through his ribs, just like it had during his first death. His lover was saying something, but the merfolk couldn’t hear it over the ringing in his ears.

Martyn had killed him again, and stabbed him right in the back. Figuratively and literally. If he turned around, Scott would see a flash of pain on the blonde’s face as he did so. Scott didn’t mind though, didn’t mind dying, because third was a fine enough place to get. And probably a higher place than he deserved anyways.

My own Mean Gill. He thought, allowing the world to fade to black. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Martyn huffed, kicking his legs idly in the air. He was at least a good thousand feet off the ground now, which didn't make him feel too great. He made a mental note not to look down too much, and pondered on how exactly he was going to reach the ground again.

He'd just wanted to see what that weird little geyser did, not be permanently levitated! Now he was worried about going too high up and dying, and he'd only had these powers for like less than a week! Martyn huffed to himself again, trying to spin himself around in midair.

There was a flash of blue and orange nearby, and Martyn whipped his head around. He was met with nothing, with empty air. Like everything else around him. He gave the surrounding area a suspicious glance over, and again there was nothing. The blonde huffed at that, figuring it was just his eyes playing tricks on him or something. If he was gonna float into space he wanted it to be paranoia free, thank you very much.

The flash of color kept happening though, so much so that Martyn became more and more convinced it had to be another player messing with him. He also wished they would help get him down, not play an unwinnable game of peekaboo.

The person playing it also seemed to be getting bored, because the next time an orange flash appeared, there was a hand coming out of it. Martyn let out a small scream at that, and made himself float farther away. There was laughing beside him afterwards, and he once again spun to try and locate where the sound was coming from.

The flashes of light had apparently been portals of some kind, because one was soon open a few feet above him. Sticking out of it was the head of a man, similarly blue and orange hair falling in front of his face as he looked down at Martyn. The blonde blinked, watching the man laugh at his misery. The dude was quite nice looking, he had to admit, his features were slender and seemed to have a sort of elegance to him, and his eyes crinkled nicely when he smiled. His laugh rang through the air, a pleasing sound to listen to, and his hair was longer than it looked; most of his being kept up in two twin buns atop his head.

“Hi!” The stranger smiled down at him when the laughing fit calmed down, Martyn now having floated closer. His eyes were multicolored, one blue and one orange, and the blonde wasn’t even surprised by the color combo anymore. That seemed to be very on brand for this guy.

“Hi!” Martyn parroted, struggling to keep some irritation from his tone. “You mind getting me down now?”

The strange man blinked a couple of times, and for the first time seemed to realize how high up they now were. “Oh! Sorry!” He almost squeaked out the apology, before disappearing into thin air again. Martyn floated there, puzzled for a moment, before he was suddenly on the ground again. He made a noise of surprise, stumbling a bit as body readjusted to not being hundreds of feet in the air. Martyn’s vision spun a bit, and he felt a warm hand keep him steady while it did.

“You okay?” The stranger’s voice rang in his ears again, and when the blonde could see clearly he found that the other was now face to face with him. He nodded, staring back into those multi-colored eyes, the stranger’s breath brushing over his face ever so slightly. He had quite pretty eyes, this man did. Martyn could very easily see himself getting lost in them, especially if they kept meeting like this.

“Good!” At those words the other man was pulling back, another smile dancing on his lips. Martyn ignored how pretty that look was on him, deciding it was better to focus on what the guy was saying instead. “I’m Scott, bye the way!”

“Martyn.” He gave his own name, and committed the others to memory. Sometimes the blonde had trouble remembering names, but he figured this guy was the expectation. You don’t see a pretty dude who can teleport very often. Scott’s gaze flicked over him once, taking in his appearance. “Why were you even floating in the first place?” He asked, head tilted to the side curiously.

“Some stupid geyser sent me up there!” Martyn huffed, scanning the area for his new least favorite thing. “Over here!” He walked towards the damned thing as soon as he caught sight of it, wanting to warn his new acquaintance of what they looked like. He heard Scott follow after him, brown boots crunching against the light layer of snow on the ground.

“That thing!” He spat, glaring down at the small geyser, treacherous puffs of air still billowing from it. Scott stopped beside them, tail brushing against Martyn’s legs unconsciously. The blonde hadn’t even seen the tail till just now, and it only made him more curious about the guy.

“Ah, so that’s what those do!” Scott hummed, leaning forward slightly to get a better look.

“You’ve seen ‘em before?” Martyn’s now curious gaze flicked to the transporter again, and he tried not to stare at the open side of the man’s shirt.

“Yep, but I was always too scared to test them out.” Scott glanced at him, his features becoming playful “But i guess you did that for me, huh?” Martyn snorted at that, moving away from the wretched thing a little bit. Scott followed him.

“Guess I did!” He smiled, watching as the other opened a little portal in the grass next to him.

“Gotta go!” Scott explained with another pretty smile, this one dazzling and lopsided. “See you later?” He asked, and if Martyn deluded himself he could hear a bit of hope in the teleporter's voice.

“Yeah, see you later!” Martyn called, freezing himself in excitement at the thought. Scott laughed at him, before falling into his portal, tail flicking in joy. If Martyn could smile while encased in ice, he would. He wanted the ice to melt quicker, to melt right now , just so he could see Scott as soon as possible.

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marxthedumdum · 2 months

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Wait. Even better, too: WERECAT MIKE!!

- Mike is very catlike. Obviously.

- Ears on head in normal form?? OwO

- Baps Bill and Glitchy a lot for attention.

- Steven probably just up and cursed him during the Miki Ritual 🤣

- Mike hates that Bill brushes his fur 🤣🤣🤣

- Glitchy is confused as to why Mike hisses at the spray bottle

- Lots of money spent on cat toys, tuna, fish, all that. And he just sits in the boxes.

- AND MIKE GETS PISSED WHEN HIS NIECE AND BROTHER STEAL THE BOXES!!

- Speaking of which, he probably is weirded out by having a niece at first 'cause this is Steven we're talking about, the werecat Champion/milkman probably had his own nefarious (abduction-centric) means of bringing a child (or adult child, whichever you prefer) into the mix.

- Chases Werecat Steven and his child away from the dairy farm/dairy room that Daisy casually has as well, which is ethical and takes excellent care of the cows 🐮🐮🐮

- Glitchy is a shapeshifter, so it pisses Mike off when Glitchy - or his niece - munches on his tail!!

- Won't. Leave. Bill. Or. Steven. Alone. On. Fishing. Trips!!

- Steven and Mike being all catlike and everyone's just going along with it.

- Then Glitchy feeds his new niece tuna because she needs her medicine :( And that's when he has to carry her in his arms (since she's probably in smol fluffy kitty form) as he casually RUNS AWAY FROM STEVEN AND MIKE, WHO HEARD THE CAN OPENER!!

- I bet Glitchy and Mike and Bill babysit their niece sometimes and Glitchy teaches her how to kill doppelgangers like a good girl :)

- Mike is not amused by the above point. And tries to keep his niece from killing doppelgangers....but she just wants to make her uncles happy!! 🥺

I'm literally giggling as I type this out 🤣

bill and daisy being the only normal people in the whole group sitting in one corner of their own and goes ‘this family (stevens and mikes) is FUCKED up 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥’ and exchange handshakes 😭

imagine if whenever bills at work mike just keeps fucking around the place…… can you blame him his hubby is literally kanto’s poke-einstein he just wants to see what stuff he works with :) (eventually broke the teleporter bill was working on and caused an error that turned him into a clefairy (like the main game 💀))

ALSO MIKE HAVING A DIY BOX ROBOT SUIT SOMEWHERE,,,,,, (he and glitchy built it and cuz of glitchys glitch bs itll never wear out 🙏)

(also x2 glitchy gets fucking raided by the entire house except daisy and bill everytime he’s trying to make tuna sushi/sandwich for himself, so he gets angry and gives himself Water Gun (like, the move) to shoo them away 💀💀💀)

#pokepasta #strangled red #strangled red steven #crimsonoak #crimsonoak shipping #coffeeshipping #asphyxiatedglitch?#headcanon

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enbyleighlines · 1 year

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Some random Tellius thoughts

So for the most part I adore the idea of beorc, laguz, and the “branded” (shame there was never a less derogatory word invented for them) but there are some parts that still make me go like

Like how the laguz parent loses their ability to shapeshift, all laguz-related powers, and extended lifespan, but the beorc parents… aren’t affected at all? And when exactly in the pregnancy/birthing process does that happen? Does it start at conception? Or only when the child is born? And if it’s not a divine curse, then how does it happen in the first place?

Also why do the laguz have an instinctual fear/disgust of people who are branded? It’s not a taught prejudice; Vika had no idea Micaiah was branded, only that being around her made her jumpy and uneasy. Why is this never explored more fully???

Soren spent a lot of time around laguz in both games. Granted, he mostly avoided them like the plague in the first game, but in the second he is more at ease around them. But are any of the laguz unnerved by him? Logic would dictate that at least some of them were. And at what point — if any — did they grow used to him? Did the fact that he was branded ever become common knowledge?

(In one chapter, if you have Soren use a long-range spell on Micaiah, Soren seems to have no qualms seemingly shouting across the battlefield about how they are both branded, which I find hilarious, tho I don’t think that is meant to be taken literally)

Finally, and this is more wish fulfillment, I wish the branded Had been able to shift— maybe into something in-between a laguz in their human form and a laguz in their beast/bird/dragon form. Something monstrous.

I just want a Soren with horns, fangs, and claws, okay? Is that so much to ask?

Can you imagine how cute it would have been if baby Ike had given his sandwich to a little feral dragon baby Soren? Just imagine it.

(The fact that dragon laguz have no draconic qualities — no horns, wings, or tails — in their human form will forever be a huge disappointment to me. I know Why it’s that way. The Almedha and Pelleas plot never could have worked otherwise. I just like horned characters, and they had the opportunity to include some, and they squandered it.)

Anyway these are just some random/scattered thoughts I had. I’d be interested to hear if anyone else has similar thoughts

#tellius #fire emblem #soren #fe soren #gif

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I think I was really new last time the WIP tag game went around so feel free to pass if you already talked about them and I missed it, but I'd love to hear about Legend of the Sea Wolf and You’re my Blood Type!

-Marrowbite

No problems at all and I'm just gonna group these asks all together cos I'm being lazy @ksbbb @thiamsxbitch

1. Don’t Blame Me, Love Made Me Crazy (dark thiam) okay so literally it's gonna be a Thiam rewrite of S6B but it's going pick up from the defeat of the Ghost Riders before linking up with some key Thiam moments from the last season. It's kinda like a what if Theo is still evil and him and Liam pretty much go from enemies to fuck buddies as they slowly fall in love and become obsessive/possessive about each other and Liam himself becomes darker. Also, think Murder Husbands by the end.

Scene Teaser: Theo must admit he’s pleasantly surprised at the beta’s offer. He’s still not quite sure how he managed to earn Liam’s trust, but he’ll be damned if he’s gonna lose it. Lose the only person who seems to give a shit about him. Liam may have broken the sword, but Liam is the only one standing between him and the others sending him back to hell, and Theo never wants to go back there. Never ever again.

And for the first time in as long as Theo can remember, the wearying beasts inside his chest are less agitated when Liam is close. Scott’s little beta is so enticing, his scent spicy like burnt caramel and tantalising. Makes Theo’s gums itch with something he’s long denied.

Liam bends over to pick up something he’s dropped, and Theo licks his lips at the sight of the beta’s delectable rear hugging his jeans, just like that night in the hospital when Liam was bent over fighting a ghost rider and saving his life.

“Damn Dunbar,” Theo teases, “You sure you’re not propositioning me?”

Liam grunts, cheeks pink, “Fuck you!”

Theo can hear the hidden affection laced in the beta’s voice and smirks, sliding over to Liam’s side at the kitchen bench. Liam’s breath hitches but he stays concentrated on his task of making sandwiches.

“Do I make you nervous?” Theo hums.

“No!” Liam protests and almost slices his thumb off, heartbeat racing wildly in his chest.

Theo sniggers as Liam’s scent tinges with a heady fusion of nerves, excitement, curiosity and lust. “Lie,” Theo murmurs and Liam twitches, flushing again. It’s adorable and Theo can’t help that Scott’s beta is so delectable. His fangs itch with want to sink into flesh and taste and claim.

“You can sit,” Liam coughs, still not making eye contact, “I’m almost done.”

Theo smirks, taking the first stool at the kitchen bench and Liam places a plate of two sandwiches in front of him. “Aren’t you gonna sit beside me?” Theo prods, patting the stool beside him when Liam remains standing, “Come on pup, I don’t bite… unless you want me to.”

Theo eyes Liam intently, a different hunger swirling in the pit of his growling stomach as Liam awkwardly sits beside him. Close but not close enough and Theo scoots closer so their thighs touch and arms brush. Liam’s mouth twitches in a crooked smile and Theo licks his lips. Scott’s beta never looked so good.

SIDE NOTE: First chapter is almost complete and I hope to post in the coming weeks

2. Gargoyle Prequel Derek/Jordan No title as of yet. Basically, it’s a prequel to ‘Heart of Stone, my Guardian Warrior’ from last year but will be about how Jordan broke the curse of Derek or how they met. Someone commented on the fic asking about it and I actually hadn’t thought about that, and I was like that’ll make an interesting story seeing as I had such fun writing the other one. And also too, cause I want to try writing for other TW characters that aren’t Thiam or Scott related.

Derek doesn’t remember how long he’s been here or how long he’s been stuck like this. Stuck out here in the elements, under the brutal rays of the sun or the brutal storms that bring harsh rain and strong winds. But here he stands or really crouches in the backyard of this bungalow like an oversized garden ornament.

But at least from here, he has the perfect view into the bedroom of the handsome pretty boy living next door.

The first time Derek sees him, it’s from a distance and it’s not like he can move or anything, but it really is from a distance and it’s the first time in a century that Derek feels like he’s coming back to life. It doesn’t happen overnight. It takes a week before Derek realises that maybe he’s found the one, his soulmate, to break the witch’s curse.

3. “After Practice II” (Thiam + Nolan – instalment in Thiam’s Smutty Adventures)

This one is half done and I’m just gonna leave this excerpt here:

“Can you smell that?” Liam pants.

“Yeah, you reek. Bad. You should take a long hot shower,” Theo snorts, despite nosing along Liam’s throat like he’s in heaven.

“Hey, you love my stink,” Liam grunts, rubbing himself on Theo’s thigh.

“Mmm I do,” Theo hums, licking up Liam’s neck and capturing his lips once more.

“But no, seriously, can’t you smell that?” Liam asks again, pulling Theo closer. “I think it’s Nolan.”

Theo turns his head up towards the locker room, inhaling deeply through his nose, eyes darkening as he twists back to Liam. “And he’s jerking off.”

“Shall we go see?” Theo alludes tantalisingly.

Liam licks his lips, grinding into Theo. “Yeah, let’s.”

A dual smirk twists across their lips, and to the rest of their faces.

4. “The Alpha’s Cabin” (another instalment in Thiam’s Smutty Adventures and possible Dominance and Submission too) – Nothing really written as of yet but just plot where Liam surprises Theo for his birthday with a few nights at Derek’s cabin. I’m thinking 3 chapters with appearances by Derek and the Steiner Twins. (In this verse they all live)

5. Theo Wears Pink On Wednesdays – jumping on the bandwagon or joining the club where Theo wears pinks. The idea is its date night and Theo takes Liam out to dinner to a fancy restaurant

“Come on, just tell me!” Liam whines, vibrating in his seat and the bastard just smirks – smirks – content to rile and watch him lose his goddamn mind. He really can’t believe he’s in love with this asshole, an asshole he really can’t take get enough of and can’t keep his hands off.

“Baby, I told you after we have dinner,” Theo all but teases.

“Please,” Liam grumbles, he’s not above pulling the puppy dog eyes with the pout to get his way. Theo had promised something special to celebrate their one-year anniversary but he’s not very good at surprises or you, know, being patient. He blames his IED for that. It has nothing to do with how utterly gorgeous Theo looks in tight skinny black jeans and a pink button up shirt, sleeves rolled back under his elbows and the top few buttons left undone and giving Liam a glimpse of the chimera’s board chest. It’s driving him crazy. Theo knows exactly what he’s doing wearing that pink shirt. The chimera knows it makes him feral.

He’s also not above guessing either.

“Is it a blowjob?” Liam asks way too loudly, and the lady two tables over gives them an appalled look.

Theo snorts, “Babe, I give you blow jobs all the time.”

“Is it sex-related?” Liam continues, unfazed.

6. Josh/Nolan/Brett College AU – To go with the moodboard I posted for this ship not too long ago but I do not have anything to show for this one at the moment. Still very much in the early stages working out plot but knowing me it’ll probably end it smut! But if anyone has any ideas for this trio, I’d love to hear them. Really, all I have is that they share a house together off campus.

Halloween WIPS (all Thiam) – Basically all these are leftover ideas or plot outlines from last year’s Halloween/Spooktober challenge I set myself and I couldn’t let them go to waste. So, I’m gonna use the remaining prompts for this year. I went a little overboard with them last year so I’m gonna keep it to these four.

7. “Legend of the Sea Wolf” – this one is an idea I’ve had for quite a while and basically I’m gonna twist some of Teen Wolf’s mythology in this and do like an urban legend/Halloween fic where Theo was the first patient of the Dread Doctors who worked at Eichen House and were fired for their inhumane experiments on their patients. I was gonna have Theo be a mix of a wolf, siren and kanima/chameleon and haunt the lake in the preserve every Halloween season searching for his soul mate with ocean blue eyes. I was gonna have Liam investigate the sightings in the preserve as the bodies begin to pile up and Mason goes missing.

8. Sexy Costume Party – currently titled “Party Favours” but I’m working on a better title. Liam is at college attending a Halloween Party dressed as a gladiator when Theo turns up wearing nothing but a skimpy wrestling singlet. Basically, it’s gonna be smut and fluff.

A low growl slips from his mouth before he can stop himself as a blonde girl dressed as a nurse blatantly flirts with the chimera and Theo’s eyes snap up at him so fast, green eyes piercing into him with a curious, devious smirk to his features. Liam quickly diverts his gaze, trying to get his breathing and heartbeat under control. He feels like he’s on fire, like he’s gonna combust or pass out or both and heads back into the kitchen to refill his cup with the horrid punch that burns his throat and does absolutely nothing for him but it’s something to do, something to occupy his fidgety hands.

But Theo has other ideas, creeping up behind the beta.

“You feeling okay there little wolf?” Theo murmurs, low and sultry, breath warm against the shell of his ear as he crowds into the wolf’s space. “You’re awfully sweaty and flushed and breathing fast. Almost like a puppy in heat.”

Liam squeaks, heart beating like a damn drum as he feels Theo brush up against him and Liam swears he can feel something hard brush against his ass too that he fumbles with the ladle, spilling punch all over his fingers and himself.

Theo chuckles, taking the ladle, fingers brushing as he fills Liam’s cup for him. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were coming down with something.”

“Yeah, maybe I should just go home,” Liam stammers out quickly. “Lie down for a bit. Get my head straight.”

“I’ll take you,” Theo says, thumb massaging the wolf’s nape.

“No!” Liam practically shouts, twisting to face Theo. “I mean, no thanks. I can get home myself. Uber or something. You stay and enjoy the party.��

Theo shakes his head. “I promised Scott I’d look after you and I intend to keep that promise. Don’t make me break a promise to your alpha.”

9. You’re My Blood Type (Vampire Theo) – or aka The Vampire Next Door.

A removalist van parks in the driveway of the abandoned creepy-looking Hale Manor next door, situated atop the hill that has been vacant for more than a decade gathering dust and cobwebs and Liam watches from the balcony of the Stilinski residence as people begin lugging furniture and boxes inside.

“I wonder which idiot brought that death trap,” his older brother Stiles muses, joining Liam in watching the flurry of activity as he sips one of those overly caffeinated energy drinks that Liam finds vulgar. “Probably someone weird or damn rich. Most likely both.”

“Hopefully someone who cares enough to restore it to its former glory,” Liam comments. “Some of the architectural designs date back to Roman times.”

“Nerd,” Stiles snorts. “You and your history kink.”

“What? It’s fascinating,” Liam finds himself saying. “The Hale Manor was built like a century ago. There’s even a gargoyle in the backyard and a cemetery.”

“And how would you know that?” Stiles says, quirking his eyebrows.

That’s all I have so far but basically Liam and Stiles are brothers in this and Theo moves in next door and is a descendant of the Hale’s who happen to be vampires.

10. Woodsman Liam – Again, no title just a rough summary using the Woodsman prompt:

There’s a cabin in the woods where an angry woodsman lives and everyone in town knows to stay far away from.

Some say he’s the only one keeps the werewolf from coming into town on the full moon or some just say he’s simply a grump who likes to be left alone and supplies wood to the village.

Theo is not most people. He likes to bend the rules and he’s new to town. And he’s heard the woodsman grows special healing herbs.

One fateful night on a blood moon their paths intersect and are forever intertwined…

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pinknipszz · 4 months

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what do you think itadori and sukuna’s conversations are like? funny or not i need to eat your thoughts like a tiger

i wanna eat YOU up like a tiger 😛😛😛 okay but this one was SO fun to do like ugh. i was kinda stressing before realizing that yuji is literally jst a high school boy who’s stuck with a man as old as fucking rocks. so i kinda had to channel my inner nine-year-old boy humor. thank u for being my day 1, ilysm bae!! <;33

AVERAGE OFF-SCREEN INTERACTIONS

⤷ ryomen sukuna and itadori yuji (this is NOT a ship post)

YUJI probably says ‘“that’s what she said” or “yo mama” jokes in between sukuna’s yapping. now, yuji can be a very patient and righteous person. he’s willing to eat as many nasty wax fingers as possible and go through an entire execution afterwards if it means saving japan from total annihilation. however, things he can’t stand are sukuna’s endless monologues over some ancient shit he couldn’t care less about. yuji is just a teen with a lot (of wax fingers) on his plate. he needs to cope somehow.

SUKUNA probably spits in yuji’s food while he’s eating. considering the state of him right now, it’s like. the only thing he can do. yuji’s eating a sandwich? sukuna takes a little bite before spitting all over it. yuji’s eating a delicious bowl of noodles? there’s a mouth on his palm that’s drooling all over his chopsticks. it’s literally so fucking disgusting but sukuna does NOT care. if he’s gonna be stuck with the most insufferable fifteen-year-old boy on the planet, he might as well make the experience unbearable for him too.

YUJI probably listens to the worst songs in the world. and it’s not like “corporate commercial ABCDEFU- and your mom” kind of music (although he does sprinkle that in every once in a while), but more like “cg5/living tombstone gaming parody” music. and it drives sukuna insane. he swears he’s never heard of anything so grating, so intolerable, so abhorrent. it irritates him so much that yuji will take every opportunity to listen to it. sukuna is just his BIGGEST OPP. besides, it’s not yuji’s fault that sukuna can’t comprehend the nuances of fnaf lore.

SUKUNA probably whispers the wrong answers during a test. okay. prior to reawakening the king of curses, yuji’s academic performance was mediocre at best. but now he appreciates even the most mundane classes because they feel like the last bit of normalcy in his life. but sukuna ruins that for him too. he always whispers “are you sure about that one?” and “that’s not how i would’ve done it” and “you’re fucking stupid” to completely throw him off his game. and it works.

(masterlist)

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #ryomen sukuna #jjk sukuna #jujutsu kaisen sukuna #yuji itadori #jjk itadori #jujutsu kaisen itadori #sukuna ryomen #itadori yuji #sukuna headcanons #yuji headcanons #itadori headcanons

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only-lonely-lovers · 4 months

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08.09.2022 (2)

tags: drinking, pantomime, roleplay (pretending to be a girl), dirty talk, blowjobs

notes: there's also a later short continuation of this scene

Bird is あ / Avvy is つ

あ：[...] if your brother just weren't so shitty…

つ：its not fair if amane's penis is a private secret you know. you guys are brothers

あ：though for fairness sake i think about things like tyrant boyking amane with a cold I think my actual most cumbrain'd thoughts are like, Amane makes Tsukasa suck him off while sick and this becomes a habit. and that is purely him being evil

whenever I think about Tsukasa incidentally doing something i really think of it as like, 1. amane's karma 2. tsukasa deserves a CRUMB….

i want there to be the room for harmless scattered incidents like this. so that way its not like tsukasa had to spend like years in this cursed phantom of his childhood home, and then go back to reality to be suspended in some tsundere-ism for several more years. and then locked in hanako's basement as his yorishiro for 50 years on top of it. I-- LIKE I WANT THE SHEER PROXIMITY TO MEAN HE GOT A WHIFF you know i know tsukasa is happy with being stabbed in the heart but like 😭……….

つ：BUT LIKE PLEASE TSUKASA!!!! A TASTE OF COME

あ：you deserve to at least SEE your brother jerkoff a lil. omfg!!! like please😭 … you never got to kiss….

つ：you wish he had a leetle sporadic hints of intimacy, anything. have a day amane discovers sake in a cabinet and encourages trying it but like your God-Infused body makes you kinda impervious to it and now Amane is just like. making out and won't remember this and thats that. going to be just sick and sad the next day . and get taken care of. and be like…. tsukasa wtf you aren't sick…. thats not fair

あ：myeah this is what it's all about… but you know it's like. They are both weird people and their relationship IS weird lol so… I feel like there's just room for scattered incidents

つ：its just plenty of years…. things left unsaid, unanalyzed, but, a little bit tasted.

….. proximity does mean you just have to assume there are little stories of little times this or that had to happen. god willing. the kokeshi makes me so mad tho what if amane was like lol look. [holds at cock level]

あ：I do resent how much he could've been like hey roachie it looks like youre havin SEX

つ：its like what ithink of it like sometimes and its awful to dealwith

あ：the problem is to tsukasa it would just be liek XDDDD

つ：I'M LIKE WHREES THE INTERRUPTION??? WOULDN'T YOU BOTH JUST BE LIKE lol xD aaahahahhahahahahah

あ：There is no hater in the room looks like COCK and its like ah… it does!

つ：stands next to fountain to look like peeing laps at fountain. amane gets mysteriously angry tsukasa you took it too far again

あ：Imagine Amane being like this, but like, the other week he licked a triangle cut sandwich down the center to look like eating pussy

つ：god. its like downright discrimination if amane can be like hey check this out [licks peach] but if tsukasa is like hey [does some cock shit] amane's like. i dont . like that

あ：like ah me too! [deepthroats soemthing]

つ：oh like scarily like mid throat

あ：and it's like HIEIUYASDHF [PULLS IT OUT]

つ：looks way too elegant for a second

あ：It's ilke m-mh… tsukasa why would you….. [feels. bullied?] I do think when tsukasa is like [drinks fountain water] hehe <3 that it makes amane feel bullied. why are you trying to make me ? feel bad oh making a joke like you would drink my piss. shut up

つ：like jesus ugh. game's over. thats it

there must be a peak time when you two are just unstoppable in your energy at least. ugh the boys are boys. they are just like. hahahaha. . boner its so hard to believe you wouldn'tboth just gaze at a porno together and like point out what you like or whats funny or cool and get quiet when its more riveting

あ：its literally something boys do platonically I think amane is like whatever if its some porn mag he found in the gutter. like oh sure. hey tsukasa check this out but i think anything thats actually like. i REALLY like this and i jerkoff to this. that's like hidden under the floorboards somewhere anything that gives you material. its like well…. not that [i cant let tsukasa know what really makes me cock hard]

つ：investigating them first alone before showing them to tsukasa. tsukasa: whoa theres a page ripped out amane, blank eyed: yeah huh i guess so. tsukasa: musta been really good amane: yeah.

あ：[puts hands in pockets] we can only guess though. what it was.

つ：one day tsukasa comes to YOU with something HE fuond and its a real gauntlet. please don't contain any thing i am into.

あ：acting cool but a little nervous

____________________

あ：> you wish he had a leetle sporadic hints of intimacy, anything. have a day amane discovers sake in a cabinet and encourages trying it but like your God-Infused body makes you kinda impervious to it and now Amane is just like. making out and won't remember this and thats that. going to be just sick and sad the next day . and get taken care of. and be like…. tsukasa wtf you aren't sick…. thats not fair

I meant to say I like this littol concept

But you know Amane comes off as someone who , like, with less inhibitions, would just. like. start doing some shit If you grease the wheels

つ：even just as a haha lol. impulse. he's…. he-- he likes pleasure. he is capricious and touchy. i can see it as a slippery slope.

あ：right just like. haha lol. YOU FEELIN IT?? [touches foreheads]

つ：its easy to like kiss on a funny fun impulse. and then be like haha… mmm wait…

lol how do they do it in those photos…. in the books? no magazines…. [GETS DISGUSTING]

あ：Just horrendous

Though amused thinking about Tsukasa pleasantly reporting like :) i dunno. [smacks lips] I don't really feel anythinb. and Amane being like whwaatt… liar. [with my whore fingers i open your mouth like and look inside cartoonishly] Here we'll both drink more. [passes it back and forth]

つ：

あ：god…

つ：precisely what i am imagine becomes

あ：[blasting hot breath into tsukasa's face] [burps]

つ：aouhghhh. okay [tsukasa, who is unusually horny as a result of amane rn] ah. i do feel something [doesn't understand] it feels good

あ：Amane: that's RIGHT!!!

つ：so THIS is sake!!! effects! aaaaahhh… heeheeheehe

あ：Amane: Alright cool…. [kicks legs onto, like tsukasa is a footstool]

つ：just would like it to be a night amane doesn't remember at all and tsukasa remembers entirely

あ：He remembers all those horrible things you said and did

つ：going to be in agony tomorrow. barfing. headache. absolute baby in bed. but for the moment. he's peak form looking like a depraved monster making sex jokes

あ：lol tsukasa loook…. [tongues the bottle rapidly] can you do that

つ：hmmm….. takes… bottle. its very warm from amane's mouth on it excessively wraps.. lips around it. gets distracted

あ：[just watching, chin in hand] Hmm… Somehow I think I have the better technique

you really have to imagine Amane is doing that shit he does like as he is holding the bottle ambiently he is playing with it like tabbing his finger in and out of it and swirling around it Like by the time tsukasa gets it, it is like. ._. [my little pea…]

つ：stares. just kindof ruined by amane having breathed so much into his face earlier . also amane is all.. flushed. a look…. to observe. i like tsukasa being kind of. [quiet. hands in lap] when tsukasa is like [no mouth, simple gaze]. like the thunderstorms boy

あ：yes… just eyeballs. looking down blimks

つ：I guess I am feeling the sake. wow..... sake feels weird.

あ：So this is what grown ups are doing….

つ：i've figured it out, tsukasa! you're-- -I- do the stuff the GUYS in the pornos do, YOU keep copying the GIRLS, right?? you're all mixed up…. the lips around stuff…. like girls do. in them

あ：[amane spaces out for as econd as he says this. hm… yeah…………]

つ：i've cracked wh tsukasa is so bad at the jokes

あ：[stupid boy voice] that's soo funny. do you think about being the girls

つ：[staring] hmmm. [does not know? I'm just tsukasa] maybe

あ：somehow this isn't a question about sexuality like it's more like, lol… wondering what tsukasa is feeling when looking at stuff [its like so you want to RP being a girl??]

is it like. Fun ? [holds bottle …………….. but like makes a face. even just thinking about like. sucking it. no thanks lol]

つ：thinks about that… takes a bottle. just mouths it… it is stimmy. nods. a fun moment of sucking on it and lifting it up with mouth for a bit. we have fun

あ：Wow… [claps]

つ：heehee….. //

あ：Pretty good. for a guy

つ：amane, as a straight boy, can see the appeal of embodying a whore. he likes to do this in nene's body he gets it you know

あ：yes… its like hm hm mh… sou….

つ：the idea of being a girl is not lost on amane in reality. its like lol seems funny

あ：well girls have fun don't they lol…

Your whore brother having a thought though. gets up and sits behind you. and then moves arm on either side. and grabs your hand. yosh. Soo… like… [takes your hand and makes your pointer stick out, sticks it into bottle] does that make you feel anything. [moves it in and out.] compared to like. [and makes you wrap your hand around the neck] […. brain calculating . for a second.] [just uses other hand to manipulate the bottle, shove it in and out of hand]

つ：ough my little brain ouhh… aahha… [FEELING A LOT ABOUT AMANE BEING HERE RN… the sake is doing something to me] [its not] [just in some sort of state]

あ：he is distracting.

つ：[blinks out of sync] it's!! fun! aohhaha. all of it. [LEANS BACK INTO HIM...] ... because Amane is here....❤️ !!

あ：… ?? ?… ? [squints….] [trying to think about this in my binary. of cock adn pussy. it fails] just says. Oh yeah. so anything goes

you'd do like anything…?? pfhsh… tsukasa You gotta hafvf prebferences

つ：I do? hmmm… [thinking so gd hard] [literally doesn't understand the question, thinks they're talking about just the act of fiddling with bottles and stuff] my preference is Amane!

あ：laughs… the proximity, means the vibrations transfer to tsukasa's back. is breathing right by his neck.

Are you sure That's pretty bold How do you know. lol

つ：[was going to go UN but breath effects. him] [smaller] un [liking to think of a tsukasa on the same level of like. dokis as the amane that is like…. that girls ankles….. ]

a little 6.6 but cluelessly so. and feeling like… good… just like fiddles with bottle in hands

あ：can't be too self-aware as it be happuning to him. is just like ///

つ：the mythological sake…..

あ：the innate comfort between you two means, i dont think its like. upsetting at all to hear this as much as it is amusing/perplexing, amane's normal reaction wouldn't be much different. just kind of like 'tsukasa…' :/ and not believing him. but rn it's more like Lol! thats funny <3

[rambling] well i like girlsh so you 'd haveto be the girl. if I'm your preference. cuz i know what i like and it'ssz..z… doing the guy stuff. [slips finger into bottle, as its held in tsukasa's hand]

That's what I'm thinking about all the time

つ：impressive…..!

ah….. ……….. [CALCULATIONS???? equations] i can be…… the girl? [TRYING TO UNDERSTAND…TOO ABSTRACT for literal brain]

tsukasa earnestly watching amane finger a bottle: sugoi…..

あ：Huh. well……. ? if you want … to……….. [isn't replying clearly; brain leapt to this as a question of like, whether or not… you could… like… GENERALLY or something?? its like well… if you wanted to !?? it'snot like a crime.]

[furrows brow] ….. i mean like… for sex….. i guess you could do wahtever. but maybe just don't tell mom and dad. psfhhgf

But maybe you could get really good at. like. doing the stuff authentic role-play [loanwords]

つ：staring blankly at the space in front of them. continuing to feel amane behind. trying so hard to think

would you like that? would it be fun?

あ：Huh ? uhh. me? wait. [kombucha girl] well

つ：like….. [fingers together]…. hmmmmmmmmmmmm….. like…. carnivore-herbivore [their little dino game from childhood] [like a lightbulb] AH ROLES…. roles like that….. [IS THAT HOW? it all means? as a role…… ]

あ：[little pea frying] like… we're not literally dinosawrs… but… [sizzling sounds] we agree to… do the stuff

つ：HAI… hai! haiii….. hmmm…!! [thinking harder!!! BEING GIRL..]

あ： [amane is busy wordlessly running calculations like ?? nah… but well…….. i mean… -is shitty and sees girls as like . parts- well… it cant be pussy. but like mouth?? lmfaoo.. but itd be weird… but…. i dunno put a little english on it.. am ipicky.]

つ：[well, it's in his nature to dive headfirst in experimenting] [flops… forward, onto the ground…. flops arms behind head. pictures the pin-up in brain] [knees.. together, coyly! the pictures…. ah…. puts a finger to own lips. licks it. curves spine] [Tsukasa is canonically immaculate at impressions] it sounds unreal until you have to face that aidairo made this a canon thing tsukasa can turn on at will

あ：[record scratch]

つ：AMAZING--!!

あ：it's like jesus. [blurts] TSUKASA but it's not the right 'tsukasa' it's not the 'ugh no!' that he gets most of the time tone it's more like WOW WTF lol! How are you doing that… pshhgh

つ：did I do it? it's like the pictures! I'm doing it like that.

あ：Yeah!!! what the hell . ah, sugoi. it looks just like it

つ：AH, REALLY?!? [beaming at praise]

あ：… and here i was like… thinking… maybe you'd need like. a dress or something. a wig. i guess it's a lot simpler than i thought

つ：[stretches languidly. rotates onto stomach]

あ：[clap clap. whistles lol]

つ：[crosses legs behind. strokes through hair. leaning on elbows away from amane]

i feel like tsukasa is actually so master at this bc i think natsuhiko is peak normal straight boy and feels challenged by the capacity for feminine grace tsukasa can just turn on

あ：[gets up, starts pacing around him, looking down at it, just observing multiple angles] [it's just cool to see in 3 dimensions… not just a picture]

Are you sure you haven't practiced or something actually… you messin with me? [rests besocked foot on the small of your back for a second]

つ：ahhh amane really likes it….!! KICKS LEGGIES chigau chigau❤️❤️ its my first time…..

[thinking about porno dialogue] [a slow askance glance from side of eye] my first time… with you, Amane

あ：[-- talk slower] … so you can sound like them too… hahahah….. that was uh, good…. ahh, wait wait, do it again… no , wait. get on all fours…

つ：hai, hai….. ah lol. drags arms across the floor… raises up from knees first. there's flourishes…. more stroking through hair. embellishing spine curve…. swallows. ok. impression….. hmm…. a nice breathiness to the voice! yosh… yosh, yosh.

If it's with you, Amane… I know it'll be good…. [thinking bout him fuckin fingering bottles and shit like a caveman] [way too authentic] is a girl like me okay….? [virgin girl JK porno]

SAKE MAKES YOU SO GOOD AT THINGS, PERHAPS….! doki doki… amane is really watching me….

あ：amane had like. hurriedly moved to stand in front of tsukasa, to observe this, like a person at a museum observing art attentively. hand to mouth. but as it happens i think it really makes him like… shudder… blinks out of sync…

You know. the reality where mags and whatever shoddy AVs you can find are just OK. this isn't even a world where you're tabbing through tons of things on xvideos its really like whatever tf is around. so… being inundated anything with personal touch. it's like…. hhhs… ripple of heat. fidgets.[brainlessly, aloud] Oh, yyyeah… [comically not as well executed…] [speaking against hand] …. but then is like wait. i wont be outperformed. shakes head.

[sssstretches, tries to play off clumsy responses, hooks arms behind back, stretches a leg back. oh nbd…] Offf course you are, you're plenty good. [blinks. squints] [chuckling behind palm… its just like fhwhahah….!! amused again, by the circumstnace, 'isnt this silly.']

[amane in real time feeling it like wtf tsukasa can be a girl's name…?] [rushes] -- Tsuuukasa-chan is impressing me. She's got a lot going for her

つ：buries face in arms girlishly but like earnestly it just incidentally works for the play. kicks legs

あ：[breathes] wow…

つ：[trying to put on. the voice--!! a little more tsukasa leaks into it. squeaky as he gets talking to amane] i-it's overwhelming…..!! I---…… [feeling giddy… gotta get it under control! aheem….] it….. [gazes up at…. with doe eyes sparkling…..] could only be you, Amane…. for me, so….. if I'm good…. then I'm happy ❤️ let's ❤️ have ❤️ fun together ❤️

あ：[brain exits again. its like melts out his ears] [crudely, aloud] hhhh. hot. hot… egh [rubs face a lot]

つ：atsui crawls towards Amane… grabs his. pant leg.

あ：stares down

つ：a cute… like…. doesnt know what to do next❤️ its like uhm we dont really eat eachother as dinosaurs so…? how does role play. sex even work?

if we can't really do it [simple brain: we do not have the parts of in the porno,] [we are irl 2 boys, as much as we are two dinos, dame da]

あ：it's enigmatic for the intrepid tsukasa. but i'm really contemplating. i will say i think there's a timeline where amane like houghakay [drops pants] hats off to you madam

つ：the epic win timeline I think its like WHOA…. EYEBALLS ARE SEARING.. BRAIN SPINS IS THIS THE GAME?????? WHOA

あ：pretty crazy game

つ：the game of get sucked off standing up

i like the thought of amane mentally having a moment regretting having named her just tsukasa-chan like i should have named her . hinata or something new

あ：idk why i thought i was being clever or something

thinking though. i think it's fun if amane IS arrested and speechless for a second and is just like pat pat. good. girll. like hhhey.

つ：i'll do it just like in the magazines!!! 💭 hmmm.. maybe…. this is my preference?

あ： its like i call you good girl. and then immediately comment, like. it feels good to say

つ：[still putting on a voice] I like to hear it.... [brushes hair behind ear]

あ：[touches your hair like. as if it'd feel different or something.]

つ：nuzzles into it… a very tsukasa-like gesture, though. same as it ever is

あ：brain tinglies. it's really not so different… its almost like, your brain starts being like -- wait…. i think tsukasa just is suited to this ….

つ：just smoothly transitions back to mouth over cock….. ah. tsukasa very simply thinking: I can't talk like this❤️ i hope thats okay….. in the game….

あ：there is just a point where its like. this is fucking awesome……… fkdsgh

like ah wait wait… back to having whims--- [holds face at a distance, grabs self. rubs against] You…. you like that? Don't you….

つ：GETS STUPID-- NODS QUICKLY-- omg wait!!!-- ouhhg-- uh

あ：Yeeahhhh you do… [just continues seamlessly]

つ：clutches… hand into pants leg. 💭 sake is so…. weird…. it's hard to breathe…. dizzy…. pain? chest…. stomach

あ：[jerks off for a second like. stupidly] mm. yeah. IT'ssss pretty ccool to see righjt . tsukasa. you like. [brain cannot retain. like. concepts.] [i'm a shitty guy who doesnt even use honorifics oftne]

つ：💭 ah, he didn't use tsukasa-chan! is the role-play over….? confused… ueuhm? hmm….

💭 buh, stares. stupidl .y. wwwwhat woudl. tsukasa-chan or tsukasa say to this. [wind blowing through skull] 💭 SQUEEZES… PEAAA…. OUUHHGHH--

h-hot! It's hot! 💭 WHAT AMANE SAYS-- SAID EARLIER! YES you're hot, Amane!

あ：All this serious thought while Amane is just like relishing in the physical sensations. oooh its good

つ：amane is a complete idiot. also he is still inebriated i think it really is just lke. amnngnh ah hot breath on my cock ah

あ：feels good to meeee…. i like what you're saying [just grabs and drags mouth back on]

つ：homp

あ：oh but… its frustrating…. really going to just hump your face like an animal… no remorse at this point its like ffffffffffffffunnnnn. COCK SUCK!!!!!

つ：lose the plot. enjoy pleasure. tsukasa will love it emphaticallyyyyyyy

あ：no plot no more its just like blowjobs are good

つ：feeling the delightful sensation…. of being used…. whole new sensation of just being… fuck toy…. wow. feeling so so so directly like the toy…. being played with. like the bottle…. itself… in amane's hands . mmmm

ah sake makes you feel so good…. so good… like fireworks, in your head and heart….. [isn't in any way inebriated]

あ：indeed it is like, you're the bottle… You're the fun thing to touch and fiddle with, move this way and that. it's really comparable with how freely Amane subjects things to his. stupid pervert hands. just holding your head and moving it over cock

some sort of dokis though about how amane doesn't ever do something soo pointedly so hard for so long. fwee//// this is better tha n the AVs

つ：ah the narrative is delightful lol…. if I think about Amane…. just coming. I klf;skldfjksl he's going to say some horrible things compulsively feeling it shoot down throat like "thats right…. ddon'tt let any escape [IN CRAZY PORNO WORLD] take it… its for you…fffohr beingh ssogood…. " [LOSING ALL SENSE] [soft… grunt.. lip curl. holding tsukasa in place.]

simple delighted hums from Tsukasa… all he can manage… WAAAAAAHHH STUFF… COMING OUT?? hot…!!!!! hot, warm…. ah, inside??? swallowing…. something?!?! fklfkl from amane into … ???? PRIZE ??? for me ??? soueuroughg?

あ：mnn yeahh it would be that excessive… i like sloppily, arbitrarily engaging with the porno concept… not even good at keeping up with it, just fueling self to say whatever intrusive thoughts. and stoked by tsukasa's earlier dialogue -- being like, Make sure to swallow it all.. it's your fiiiirst… [trembling, rutting] and it could only be MINE!! [like he just remembered that part andw as like SHSHAHASH1!!!'1]

つ：💭 MY…. FIRST!!!!!! gkl;dfgk it could only be yours fksl;fskljfflfff.f aaouhh aoaaaaaa ah feel so good its scary AAAAAAAAAH!!! THISIS THE FUNNEST GAME XF evar… aougeorgjlj!!!!

あ：i'm sorry all other games….💔

つ：ah. tsukasa is tsukasa, so i imagine he's not at all going to stop or let go on his own.. has no sense for it.. its so funny if Amane has to be like [brow furrowing, SO TIRED IMMEDIATELY, fussy feeling] mmngnh tsukasa, aao, ow

pops off of undignified. grabbing by hair. tsukasa :9 :p

あ：huffs. like hey c'mon. don't be one of thos crazy girls not in the mood stuffs my cock away

つ：takes it all out of him. drained instantly. begins ambling for futon

あ：indeed i think its so. collapse

つ：nemui………..

i like the sheer rudeness of it ending like this. tsukasa just on his knees watching amane amble off like a zombie and just pass out as he hits the bed like :v wow…….

あ：snoring in seconds looking like a corpse really

つ：it must be so tiring to be 'the guy'

あ：:p ………

つ：

smacking lips…. in the silence, alone, touching throat…. licking cheeks, inside…. running tongue over teeth…. ah

a little bit of the taste is all over…. of the skin itself, and what came out ……. and the scent, familiar, of his sweat… that too…. mmm… wah…. that was so much fun…………

he thought I did it good…. doki….. Amane got really into it…. we havent played pretend that intensely for a long time….. like you're not lil kids anymore so you dont be doing dinosaur RP…..

あ：Awe yeah there is just this sort of happiness about having engaged in something like this, and for soo long… Thought Amane wasn't…. like… interested anymore…. /// but maybe the subjects are just different…? ^^

つ：amane is really interested in this kind of thing lately…

あ：sou sou…. thats how it is….

つ：tsukasa will just curl up next to him content and❤️ take a while to fall asleep. just watch him… snore… dead.

when amane wakes up sf sick he will be like.. never agaim… never agaim sake. tsukasa. which will feel..💔 ah…. okay. if you say so

あ：soooo funny to think about amane being so yucky tummy after

つ：[I guess I won't feel that stuff again….] […. but, if that was going to be the only time I feel it… I'm glad it was with Amane!] I'll remember it forever…..!

having ascribed all of the feelings of profound arousal to the sake… it's like a pocket dimension. and as the sake caused it to occur in a sense…. it really won't be repeated.

あ：going to space out sometimes drinking from glass bottles. side effects

つ：goes on believing up until the day he dies that it was the result of the drink and not his emotions

あ：random things triggering suck cock memories again its always funny to think about so many years later and being like. OH lol. this again

つ：OH ITS BACK... HIIIIIII

あ：so funny though i imagine its like. sees nene suck cock. kind of like. salivates. more than usual.

つ：mm its that good…. aaahh wow real girl doing it……. mm

あ：[watching this and replaying memories. was it like that…? ahhh……]

つ：you just hope one day in frnot of yashiro tsukasa can be like ah wait lemme try this! hey amane [hanako looking over lazily, lidded] what-- [tsukasa posing]

あ：i do think hanako seeing tsukasa do whore girl poses and stuff would be like ACK what are you doing!!!! but its funny if its like. [brain tingles a little also]

I was like also imaging a 4koma type aftermath situation where Tsukasa in any way references girl RP like hehe well… umm even if we never agaim ^^ …. does something to be cheeky like lol. hehe remember…. [since, it's not like we never talk about sex or something after this day] and amane is just like [LOOKS?] …

the most karmic thing also would be if amane was being shitty and was making some comment like lol you look like a girl rn… and it made tsukasa be like hehe. [rolls around]

つ：does a posie. heehee just gets sort of tazed. but does his amane thing and just like. looks away.

あ：[barks] amane is the boy! like… lol!

Amane is just like.. ngughd… Whatever. the hell you trying to do…

つ：tsukasa always remembars…. but it is just like… ❤️the sake must have made amane also feel.. those feelings, I felt its almost. tragic like😭 NO HONEY!!! 😭 YOU WERE IN LOVE

あ：😭 hyperion!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i am sorry your stupid horndog brother was just like feels pretty good. motuh on my cokc

つ：NOT SO DEEP….!

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つ：what else. thinking idly of forks from the sake situation… its a good place to just like. sit around chew. enjoy the thought of pantomime…. just some good dogged humping. alsowould just make amane sleepy fast. exhausted. a nice thing

あ：hehe yeahh… i was actually gonna circle back… i DID want to think about an instance that was really as simple as like [kiss] …. wait. [starts REALLY KISS] … [topples over tsukasa in fervor]

for tsukasa this is the most like -- ?? /??? [bowie the ringneck parrot pinning eyes] WOO. WOO…..

つ：mmmm kissimh… HWOOO!!!!!

あ：Just being pawed at sloppily and really leaned into. makeout. fweee… I was thinking about this amounting to like, pinning tsukasa on the floor… entirely just Amane doing forward momentum goooo

つ：the effect of the lack of inhibitions and the momentum, mmmhmm… tsukasa is simply, passive for it all a lot of sexual tension in amane's lil body… finally diverting someplace, just for a bit.

tsukasa can only feel AAAH this is amazing… i feel really good! we're really having fun! it's so fun…. so fun i feel like im gonna explode to pieces.

あ：it's like delightfully simple… warmth trapped between bodies… the sheer familiarity of tsukasa… and then i think there are little sparks felt whenever tsukasa really sighs, giggles, hiccups out his name. it's like mmmmhyhh….

seamlessly start to hump against. rut against the ground kjkfjgh but god the way tsukasa is SO. wraps legs around you. it's actually brutal

つ：mmm its a real problem isn't it!! going to simply wrap all around! sorryyyy!!!!! you're gonna like it a lot. ah but in such a state…. amane just being like. AAHh yes haHAAHA good move--!! SHOVES

あ：brain is just like yes hot hyhe shhha ahg d [squeezes your waist] just like oh. my WHORE brother. fun

つ：ah is suited to playing a GIRL!!! hehaaawhaha

tsukasa's role is to just try his best to keep on a lil voice and be like~~ ah-- it, feels good-- ah, Amane!! Amanee . but I think the earnest noises, murmurs, work just as effectively. squeeze hard enough to illicit a gasp and get him slurring back "that'ss right"

あ：[sloppily] You're good at this !

In a moment like this… I'm sorry Tsukasa… but to ruin you a bit, by having Amane hold you by the ribs and move you up and down… create more impact… this like. just pure objectification that amane subjects one to

つ：ah it would ruin him for good….. natural instinct, impulse, for amane. ah i want more shove….. i want more slam….. if tsukasa was also moving… mngh

nice and exhausting for amane, this…. ah it would look so. horribly violent from afar imagines a nice distance shot

あ：Would love for it to look quite bad honestly Handling sooo carelessly far too aggressively. You should worry for the one underneath amane gonna have shakey legs after this When all your hump muscles hurt

つ：tsukasa's ribs reddened from the friction…..

あ：The skin just a bit more tender feeling, achey. really was sunk into

つ：ah funny for amane to wake up w headache and also like. my fucking muscles… wtf random muscles ive never even felt before hurting

あ：is that what hurts… after drinky… god…

つ：why can i barely walk… sake???? sake is horrible…

tsukasa would just be like ah really….? … mm.. well, I'm a little sore too, actually… pulls up shirt, shows messed up ribs. amane is like ?!? sheesh, what?! [as someone who was big sick once] ah, we really shouldn't mess with this stuff again i guess there's a reason kids aren't supposed to drink it?

あ：Seeing ribs is like wtf omg… and everything being a blur.. like, it's scary, none of that again… We weren't ready i guess…

but omg thinking about Amane steadily coming to while being soo sick feeling and Tsukasa is spiritually like [lying on side right next to yo… drawing hearts on your chest…]

つ：i think tsukasa is so flkdlf yeah. really gazing at amane, falling in and out of a content blissful sleep, having nice dreams, inhaling deeply. muttering like aaah Amane is so sleepy... [AMANE IS DEAD OUT OF IT, CANNOT HEAR]

あ：i always envision him waking up and like barfing a little on himself or something that unflattering and its justl ike hughf..gh.. [tsukasa rubbing his back while he's bent over a terlet]

but somehow even this part is like. tsukasa likes to be helpful in the next 24 hours as amane is a real princess. fall into that "yes master" mode

つ：like aahhh i guess there is a high cost to feeling good… hmmm… [learning something that will percolate later. but why should there be a cost.]

but kinda mysteriously feeling like… is that how it works? ah, but i'm not nearly as pained as amane… could he have actually felt better than me, proportionally? [pointless logic]

あ：endearing as he tries to figure this one out tsukasa really is here to be like💭 ……….. if only it could always be that fun

wistful upon the memories of Amane looking so engrossed in what he was doing and reveling in it… Special Amanes he has not seent before not like this… and Amane himself rambling about thinking about, sex all the time, its like fwuu….. ._. but… he likey… he wants this stuff…..

it's like suddenly knowing amane's favorite food but maybe it makes him tummy sick… but ._. if only… just the good tasting food part

つ：it is like that… like some time you ate a cup of butter and barfed a lot at like age 3

あ：this makes me contemplate a tsukasa that is trying harder to solve amane getting laid wwww but it's like… [sitting around looking troubled just from the sheer labor of squeezing his pea] and this makes amane go hey buddy. you alright. tsukasa just like looks at you sadly, i wish you didnt have to wait to drink more. which is like -- tsukasa!! omg but its like🥺 you just looked like you had so much fun…

つ：amane like omg but i dont even remember it… was i really going that hog wild i like the idea of keeping what they did rly vague but only bc tsukasa is poor at expressing wtf it was. he doesnt know what it was

its like ah yeah. amane: what did we… like do? tsukasa: [pea squeeze] ah! role-play amane: oh. like when we were littler? tsukasa: mmmhm amane: [ah thats kind of embarrasingly pure….]

あ：ah………… hazukashi. I do like amane just being like. completely in the dark. freaking blacked out

つ：tsukasa: i played… a girl! amane: sputter. oh yeah? what was I. tsukasa: a boy. amane: sputter again. what is that? amane: have i lost all subtlety and whimsy….. that's not even a pretend

あ：ahaha. what? …….. that doesn't sound like a very creative game, somehow. I just am a boy

つ：was it really so fun ?? tsukasa: hai! you had a lot of fun! amane: being a boy. tsukasa : hai. amane: [will never know what happened]

あ：like…….. uhhhhh…………. okay. [blinks, thinks tsukasa is kind of. being maybe a bit overly sad about something, like idk we played some silly game of. i dont even know what.] [imaginign something on the level of like bluey and bingo playing as a doctor and nurse assistant or something]

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あ：Today's cumrot i am starting out with. Is thinking about sake makeout and Amane being like [disgusting RP voice] iiiii,,ffvvve never kissed. a girl before. and tsukasa being like [very innocently] ive never kissed a boy before……

つ：he's being so factual and literal. its true.

あ：Earnest in the middle of this porno

(~link to short continuation of this scene down here for convenience~)

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Hello! Can I request a Iida, Izuku, and Bakugo (Seperate) x Male reader? They go out on a date and M reader gets stung by a bee? How would they react? Thank you in advance! (:

bee stings and mha boys

iida, izuku, bakugo (seperate) x m! reader

warnings: bee stings??

genre: fluffy headcanons!

notes: this was such a cute request thank you- however i've never actually been stung by a bee so this may not be scientifically accurate

hope its alright that this is in headcanon form!

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iida !

iida would, first off, take you on a nice picnic date

he'd be one of those guys who would bring an excessive amount of food (all good food though don't worry)

nice blanket, a nice basket of food, a nice view

everything goes very well

until.....

a very persistent 'fly' was hanging around your sandwich - so you of course, swatted it away

and it came back and stung you on the hand

"ow!"

iida looks over

he's very very alarmed

"what's wrong!? what happened!?"

you tell him a bee stung you

he'd literally whip his head around trying to find it

swatting at an imaginary bee

poor guy has no idea what to do

he'd be very caring, though

he'd grab one of the ice-packs in the basket and wrap it in a mini-towel that he brought

makeshift ice pack!

he'd hold it there for you

he'd definitely rub little circles into your wrist

occasionally asks if it's too cold

you'd basically just talk for the rest of the date while he holds your hand keeps the icepack on your hand

izuku !

oh boy

the date you're on is a cute little ice cream date!

the both of you are sitting under a nice umbrella table and eating ice cream

you're just making mindless chatter with him when suddenly

a bee stings your arm!

unfortunately its also the arm you're using to hold your ice cream

there goes your ice cream :(

you say ow, of course and so izuku is obviously concerned

"your ice cream-- what happened?"

you tell him a bee stung you

he gasps- almost like its offensive that the bee stung you

"are you ok? d-does it hurt?"

he puts his little cup of ice cream on the table and digs into his pockets

you're very confused until he brings out a little all might band-aid

"here! let me see,"

you give him your arm

very very gently, he puts the little band-aid on the sting

after he's done he leans forward and kisses it very gently

he is now blushing (a lot)

"...b-better?"

you nod, and he smiles

"here-- let's share the rest of my ice cream--"

he'd do anything for his boyfriend tbh

bakugo !

oh boy 2.0

you're on a date at the arcade with bakugo

you're having competitions on who can get the higher score on the hammer game

(more like an excuse for bakugo to see your muscles)

you're about to hit the scale when you drop the hammer because ow

a bee stung your shoulder

you curse (very loudly)

bakugo looks confused

"why'd you stop dumbass,"

"a bee stung me"

hell has broken loose

bakugo is now exploding literally every inch of air around you

"DIE MOTHERFUCKER"

lots of yelling

lots of explosions

very embarrassing for you

but he's cute so it's alright

"katsuki-"

"FUCKING DIE YOU STUPID INSECT"

"katsuki it's already de--"

he's not listening

after he's satisfied the bee is dead and has yelled his head off he turns to you

you're laughing at him

and now he's yelling again

once you calm him down he'll act unbothered but he'll worry about your arm

grabs a band-aid from somewhere and will slap it into your hand

"put that on dumbass"

he'll watch you

"you aren't doing it right!!!"

he'll take it from you and put it on your shoulder himself

you notice how his hands linger far longer than they need to

"i don't understand why you're still like this i'm literally your boyfriend"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP"

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snappleapple · 3 years

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their favorite types of kisses

people in this - dream, georgenotfound, sapnap, wilbur, punz, jschlatt, awesamdude, quackity

headcanon!

the most disgusting fluff i’ve ever written

warning - cursing, i think that’s all but if there is more please do not hesitate to tell me :)

word count - 2k

a/n: okay okay, i might’ve lied earlier about that being my last post but this was short and easy to make which is why i would like to feed my readers this early haha. anyways, enjoy and please disregard the errors in this post, i hate proof reading anything lol. also, i’ve been very indecisive on the title and i might change it later and ooh, my masterlist will be made soon. i’ve just been feeling very unproductive these days. also, please put in requests, i am so bored and dumb therefore there are no ideas in this brain. and if you’d like a part 2, i might add more people for the part 2!anyways, peace!

dream -

i get the feeling that dream’s favorite type of kisses would be cheek kisses

he just likes to watch as you struggle to reach his height

“aw look at those little legs do their thing.”

ends up with you not giving him his kiss

and mans becomes SO pouty

“y/n…come on. don’t be this way.” :(

if you don’t kiss him on the cheek, will also become SO clingy and whiny

“why won’t you KISS ME!”

clenches his fists and stomps away like a teenage girl during puberty

slamming the door to your room

so then you have to go and give him all the kisses he wants

his face is slammed into your pillow

you sit on the side of the bed and pet his hair

leading him to stare up at you with puppy dog eyes

“i will give you all the kisses you want. so stop being so pouty, you big baby.”

will literally leave zero feet of space between you and him

taps his cheek to tell you he wants kisses

when you go on dates, will literally make you stand on your tippy toes to get his kisses

does not bend down at all and actually lifts his head higher to tease you

in other words, clingy but rude hoe

george -

george is a classic romantic

he loves just lip kisses

pecks or lingering ones

he doesn’t care

mans don’t need too many kisses

nor does he need to be too clingy

total opposite of dream and sapnap *ahem clingy ahem*

if he wants a kiss,

he will come over to you and get it

doesn’t get pouty if you’re busy

just waits patiently

doesn’t enjoy it when you interrupt him when he’s streaming so you do your own thing

when you’re watching a movie with him,

he will literally only stare at you with his cute smile

and listen to your every criticism of the movie

he likes to just peck your lips whenever he feels like it

and you’re just not surprised anymore

just likes to stare at your lips whenever you talk

overall, is very sweet but not to an extent with showing affection

sapnap -

omg

sapnap just vibes with neck kisses

it tickles his neck and he loves them

giggles when you pepper kisses along his neck and flushes a deep red

“y/n. stop.” giggles between each word

but when you do, becomes the saddest person in the whole world

“i was joking.” :(

when he’s streaming and he begins to miss you

would leave his room and find you just to get a kiss

just like dream, would get angry if you give him no kisses

“GIVE ME KISSIES!”

very amusing for you

and you love to tease him

“i don’t want to give you kissies.”

continues to stare at you with a large frown until you give in and give him kissies

lsg supremacy but i’ll get into this later hehe

you better give him kisses or you’ll be dealing with a very sad sapnap

sadnap :(

wilbur -

wilbur, wilbur, wilbur

what can i even say

total nose kiss guy

i bet he’ll boop your nose twenty four seven

asks stupid questions just to get your attention

“y/n?”

“yes wilbur?”

“is a hotdog a sandwich?”

“why-“

“boop.”

“did you just say boop while you booped my nose?”

if he’s streaming and you bring him a snack

he will hold your face still and leave kisses on your nose

not too clingy but not too distant

likes to be just right with you

if its snowy outside and your noses get red

makes dumb jokes about he is rudolph and you’re mrs. rudolph

just a lot of smooches from wilby

takes you to a lot of hidden cafes in the city

and while you read, he balances his head on his palm, staring at you in admiration

if you’re insecure about your nose, you legit can’t be around wilbur because he will go on a tangent about how beautiful it is

substantially, soft boy hours all day bro, besides when he gets mad then you leave the hormonal man tf alone

punz -

i don’t see a lot of punz on tumblr so here we go

punz loves hand kisses

not to an extent where he has a hand fetish

god no but just like

when your holding hands, he’ll occasionally pull your hand up to his lips and leave a kiss

lots of hand holding

and i mean lots

constantly gets mad fun of for being a simp but ignores those comments because he genuinely loves you so much

likes it when you play with his hair and messing it up

also likes to compare hand sizes with you

always has a hand on your thigh or your hand in his whenever he is driving somewhere with you

even when you go on dates, always holding hands

no matter how sweaty your hand gets, he will hold on

sometimes if he holds on for too long, you have to tell him to let go

“punz, my hand is super sweaty. lets take a break from the hand holding.”

would flat out decline so you would have to pry your hand out of his

he would also love it when you would kiss his hand

makes him feel all polite and precious LOL

would also wrap his pinky along yours when you walk together

he once came with you to a family gathering for christmas and was so SHY

shy boy held your hand for security while your younger siblings made fun of you

afterwards, when you were under a mistletoe, he kisses you on the lips before kissing you on his favorite part of your body,

your hand

c!jschlatt -

jschlatt is a whole mess

the first time you met, he confessed that he would hate you for as long as you lived because you made fun of his boots

now he says he still strongly dislikes you but you’re more tolerable

doesn’t like it when you make him soft and HATES it when he blushes

“why must you do this to me, mother nature?”

also “hates” it when you even touch him because he “hates” you

when he actually confessed to you that he liked you with his grumpy usual grandpa voice,

you kissed him on his forehead, after he bent down of course

he is an actual giant and threatens to squash you like an ant if he feels the need to

is an absolute monster to you but loves it when you kiss his forehead because it makes him feel secure and loved

likes to watch the wind blow through your hair and mess it up but gives you his hat because he like you being “all pretty and shit”

gets SUPER jealous when you hug children

like for example, when you went over to a family gathering at his house, his cousins came up to hug you

and when you let go of the child, the man child comes and lugs you over his shoulder

gets yelled at by his mom and gives her a sheepish smile before rolling his eyes and throwing you down on the sofa set next to him

his mom doesn’t approve of the way he treats you but you tell her its fine because he’s cute

when you are far from any type of civilization or in the safety and solitude of your own home, he wants kisses on the forehead

pointing up to it and bending down so you could reach it

“y/n, i only love you because of your forehead kisses.”

“you only love me for my kisses?” :(

“mhm.”

actually feels slightly bad

“and because of your personality.”

“thank you-“

“shut up. we don’t talk about this.”

in conclusion, give him his forehead kisses or perish

awesamdude -

sam just adores it when you give him jawline kisses

not because it’s basically the only place you could reach but because it’s a sweet gesture

sam is all about sweetness

i mean have you even seen this man on his stream

he likes to watch you while you have conversations with your friends

not in a creepy way but more like an adoring way

cause man does he love you

i mean not only does he love you but his whole family does

and when you’re alone with sam, you love to bury him underneath all of your love

“i love you sam!”

“no i love you more y/n!”

“NO i LOVE you more!”

“NO i LOVE you MORE!”

“SAM NO. I LOVE YOU MORE!”

“okay thank you sweet pea.”

leaving you a bit confused but happy that he accepts your love

when you cuddle, omg

he never stops peppering kisses all over your face and vice versa because your relationship is disgustingly fluffy

when he lends you one of his sweatshirts, you sure as hell better wear that shit out or else (i am leaving a blank threat here)

sam loves technology but you guys sort of have a system

a system that involves mailing each other love letters rather than texting them

you guys also go on a ton of walks just about anywhere

hand holding is mandatory even though you probably look like a child compared to him

just give sam lots of love and in return, you’ll receive lots of love

quackity -

mans cannot leave you tf alone

likes to do ANYTHING freaky around you

“i will follow you to the ends of the earth, mi amor.” or

“ayy, back off.” if anyone gets too close to you

messes with you twenty four seven and makes it his job to drive you insane

plays horror games at two in the morning for fun

and when he gets scared, hides in the safety of your arms

“mi amor. i’m scared.”

“shut the fuck up and sleep, alex.”

“okay.” shuts up quickly and snuggles deeper into the crook of your neck

loves you so deeply but HATES your cat

“look at that little dumb thing stare at me. you got a problem bro?”

your cat also HATES alex

scratches him all the time and hisses at him

if you think sapnap is babie, wait till you meet alex

“y/n he bit me!”

when you glance down, you don’t even see a scratch

“kiss my boo boo.”

wtf

“what boo boo? there’s nothing there.”

gasps as if you offended him

“this boo boo that your el demonio did to me.”

this man will do anything to get boo boo kisses

istg, you once found him provoking your cat to get some scratches

in alex’s mind, ouchies = kisses from y/n

always has ouchies from god knows where and shows it to you

even though you find it annoying at first, you grow used to it and it sorta becomes your thing with alex

alex is babie and you need to take good care of him :)

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n0bamak1s · 3 years

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laughing gas - mai zenin x reader

request: “Mai Zenin x Fem S/o, where the s/o gets their wisdom tooth removed and confesses their love to mai acting all sweet and cute, mai then takes care of her s/o and confesses too, we can see mai being her bratty and confident self but when she is with her s/o she just lets her walls down” - @shockfirefly

summary: in the request! (genre: fluff, friends to lovers, slice of life, humor)

warnings: reader is high on anesthesia if that counts as a warning, swearing, mostly just tooth rotting fluff (literally!!)

word count: 2k

a/n: i really enjoyed writing this request! at this point i’m basically just a mai zenin stan account tbh but the requests for her are just so fun to write. i’m almost on summer break so hopefully i’ll be more active bc i have a few ideas i’m excited to write for!!

it seriously took everything in mai’s willpower to not immediately whip out her phone to film your groggy state the moment she stepped into the room where you had just gotten your surgery done. she stifled a laugh at the bandage wrapped around your head, vaguely reminiscent of the one noritoshi had worn following the exchange event. when your eyes flicker over to meet her gaze, you give what she can only assume is your attempt at a smile, but looks more like a dog caught eating its owner’s dinner, with your face all swollen and slightly flushed.

forget that willpower shit.

she shamelessly calls out your name, to which you respond like an eager little kid. “say cheese!” she gives you an uncharacteristically wide grin to signal you to mirror her actions. you seemed to not learn from your previous mistake and attempted to smile back at her, before immediately cutting yourself off with a muffled groan. she hardly bothered with hiding her giggle this time, but at the very least she had the decency to cover her mouth as she cracked up.

with an annoyed pout on your face, you huffed and turned to the nurse standing beside you, who you were apparently to loopy to notice had joined in with mai on giggling at your grogginess. “she’s so mean to me!” you said, though your tone had no real irritation to it.

“it’s just to send to utahime. she wants to make sure your doing alright.” mai lied straight through her teeth, though you seem satisfied enough with that answer as you started to push yourself up from the seat you’d been in. mai quickly rushed to your side, knowing you weren’t sensible enough at the moment to ask for her help. before you could stand up and inevitably wobble over, she looped an arm around your waist and moved your arm so it was slung over her shoulders.

“alright champ, let’s get going.” she tried to remain as nonchalant as possible with the close proximity, but unfortunately for her, you seemed determined to embarrass her as much as possible.

“well at least buy me dinner first, ya casanova!” you said (much louder than necessary, mind you). honestly, it wouldn’t be surprising to mai if you could be heard from the waiting room.

with an over enthusiastic wave from you and an awkward thanks from mai to the nurse, you guys set off on your way.

to be fair to you, it was surprisingly a relatively tame trip to the door, with you focusing on keeping your steps in tune with mai’s. you were too lost in thought to embarrass yourself until you had made it to the waiting room. you had rather innocently pointed out a small curse, which would have been completely harmless had it not actually been an old woman, and had you not spoken with an inappropriately loud voice. the poor old lady who had fallen subject to your anesthesia induced self gave you an agitated glare as mai waved sheepishly in apology. the moment you guys were out the door, you turned back to glance through the glass.

“we’ll get her later, mai!” you patted her on the back with determination, your voice still muffled in a way that made you sound like you belonged on sesame street. “she can’t fool me, stupid curse!”

had it been anyone else, mai would have simply rolled her eyes and tugged you on, but since it was you, she found herself laughing along, a quiet laugh, like the sound of a wind chime in early spring weather. the sound seemed to catch you off guard, causing you to stop in your antics before turning to face her. she paused when she felt your gaze back on her, looking at her like a kid would look at fireworks for the first time.

she raised an eyebrow at your sudden change in demeanor. “what?”

“your laugh is pretty.” you stated simply, clearly having some pride at being the one to get her to laugh like that.

she turned away for a moment, hoping it would stop you from seeing the flush spreading across her face, knowing you’d never let her live it down. “thanks.” she muttered, praying she sounded at least a little bit cool and composed.

the short walk to the car was filled with you pointing out random cars asking if they were mai’s as you rested your head on her shoulder, before deciding the swelling was too painful for that.

a large grin which quickly turned into a grimace (you really never learned) appeared on your face when mai finally informed you that you’d made it to the right car. she held your hand to support you as you stepped into the seat, and once she’d sat down, reached over to buckle you in. she chose to ignore the over exaggerated wink you sent her way in favor of her own sanity.

as she drove, you babbled on about nonsense like how you were sure noritoshi had made mechamaru to hide the fact that he was secretly a robot, or how after that run you had gotten at the baseball game, you were sure you were destined to quit sorcery to go to the major leagues. to humor you, mai nodded along, before dryly responding that she’d probably be a better fit considering how good she looked in the baseball uniforms.

ignorant of her joking tone, you were quick to agree enthusiastically. “definitely! but i dunno if i’m the best person to ask, because i think you look good in just about anything.” your voice was sincere as you turned fully to look at her with slightly hazy eyes.

before either of you had time to process the admiration you had shown towards her, you glanced back out the window to the familiar sight of your school. you excitedly waved at the sight of todo and noritoshi sparring together. after catching his attention, todo didn’t even bother to stop the roaring laughter that came from your appearance, pointing out to noritoshi the similarities between your current look and his from just a few weeks ago. noritoshi gave todo an annoyed look, before glancing back over to see mai helping you out of the car, once again slinging your arm over her shoulders and supporting you with an arm on your waist.

she tried her best to ignore todo, she really did. though, it wasn’t exactly easy to ignore him when he loudly exclaimed what a ‘lady killer’ mai was. she snapped her gaze to meet his eyes, giving him a cold glare, before continuing to slink you along to your dorm.

when you opened the door to your dorm, the first thing mai noticed was a bulletin board on your wall, decorated with photos of all your friends, which most recently included your classmates. her eyes flicked to a photo of you next to another girl in elementary school with a smile that showed off your gap from missing teeth, and she chuckled softly at the irony of the photo compared to your current situation. her gaze then quickly shifted to a newly added strip of pictures from a photo booth. she smiled fondly at the memory of you, her, miwa, and momo sandwiching yourselves together in the tiny booth to take photos during your shopping trip. they weren’t ‘good’ photos, per say, in fact you guys all looked rather ridiculous trying to pack into frame, but for some reason, mai seemed to soften up at the memory of it, and how happy you looked just to be next to her.

her train of thought was interrupted by you tugging on the hand that didn’t rest on you, making her turn to see you mere inches from her face.

why the hell were you so close???

“yes?” she questioned, hoping to deflect from the fact that she was so obviously gushing over the photos on your wall just moments before.

“will you sleep with me?”

had you not had an arm around her, she probably would have dropped you in that instant. from the way she carried herself to the way she talked to others, most people would assume mai zenin does NOT blush, yet somehow you’d managed to disprove that theory way too many times today.

“WHAT?” it was her turn to be loud for a moment.

“i’m tireddddd” you whined “and you’re so warm.” you had stated it so casually, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

she groaned, as if it would cover up her sheer embarrassment at how bold you were. wordlessly, she walked you to your bed, keeping her grip on your waist secure. it was amazing how gentle she was as she laid you down on that rock solid bed all the dorms were stuck with. she pulled a blanket over you, sitting awkwardly on the edge of the bed in hopes you’d doze off peacefully from there. when she didn’t shift from her position, you looked at her with a confused expression.

“wouldn’t it be more comfortable to lay down?” your words were still slightly slurred together. you rested a hand on hers. “you know i don’t mind.” despite your dazed look, she could tell your words were sincere as your thumb rubbed circles atop her hand.

mai turned to face you full on, her eyes gentle rather than their usual harsh look.

curse you for being so hard to resist.

“fine” her voice was quiet “but only because it’s my job to watch over you.” she stretched out her legs so she was laying down on the bed, pulling the blanket towards her so she could get comfortable.

“you’re so good to me mai.” you smiled. not a pained grimace, or an awkward baring of your teeth, but a smile. “people always seem to be so intimidated by you, but i don’t really get it. you’ve always been so nice to me. it’s nice.”

she didn’t understand how even when you were all loopy, you still managed to have such an effect on her. hesitantly, she reached up to grab your hand, intertwining her fingers with yours.

it seemed the boldness from your anesthesia had rubbed off on her.

before she had time to talk, you continued. “i always feel so glad when we get paired up for missions, you make me feel so safe. like, i know when i’m around you that you’ll protect me. i admire you so much for doing all that for me.”

she went slightly stiff at your...confession? declaration? what exactly would you call that? you had said it so nonchalantly, whether it was out of trying to play off your fear of rejection or legitimate confidence, it was hard to tell.

“plus you’re really pretty.” your hand squeezed hers as you looked suddenly very interested in the pattern of your blanket. it was odd, seeing you get so shy all of a sudden, though she supposed it was somewhat of a win for her.

as you stared sheepishly away from her eyes that traced over every inch of your face, you felt her hand come up to your cheek, tilting you to face her. she continued scanning your face with an impossibly soft expression, before meeting your eyes once again.

“you know i wouldn’t do all that if it was anyone else.” her voice was barely above a whisper as her eyes bore into yours. her face was so close to yours that you could feel her breath fanning lightly across your face. “it’s all for you.” you’d never seen her so earnest before.

you smiled softly at her, even despite the ridiculous bandages around your head, and your chipmunk like cheeks, she still stared at you with so much love.

“you like meeee.” your tone was teasing, but it was obvious to anyone with a pair of eyes that you were just as whipped as her.

“dammit. you figured me out.” she said sarcastically, shuffling forward slightly so you were flush against her.

up close, the tiredness in your glassy eyes was obvious. she sighed to herself, and slowly leaned in to plant a soft kiss on your forehead.

“get some sleep.” she smiled at your eyes struggling to fight open your heavy eyelids. “we have a lot to talk about once the anesthesia wears off.”

maybe todo wasn’t so far off with that ‘lady killer’ comment.

#jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #mai zenin x reader #mai zenin #zenin mai #zenin mai x reader #jjk headcanons #mai zenin imagine #mai zenin x you #jjk imagines

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shotofire · 3 years

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hello ! hru ? plz if you dont mind, levi ackerman x reader (modern) doing to him "wipe away kisses prank", they're watching tv, his girlfriend kiss his lips then wipe it away acting like nothing happend xd thank you take care of yourself 🖤🖤

Hi!!! I’m great! Awe this is such a cute idea! and i’ve been wanting to write a modern fic. thank you so much for requesting my sweet! <3 you take care of yourself as well :p I sorta changed up the prank part a bit but it’s the same concept, I hope you enjoy.

•MODERN!LEVI x F!READER

•Warnings: cursing here and there, very very very slight mentions of smut

•Season: Not set within the show

Levi Ackerman wasn’t big on affection. So when he starting dating (y/n) it was a huge surprise for everyone. She had to be the most touchy person on the face of the Earth. Hugging people was a hobby of hers, and she liked to poke peoples sides for the fun of it.

The first time he’d met her was at a gathering Hanji had dragged him to with a few friends. The last thing he wanted to have to do was make small talk with some people he worked with. He was taken aback when a girl he’d never seen before was coming up to him with a sweet smile and arms open wide.

It was obvious that Levi acted different around her. Someone would do something little as put their arm around his shoulder and he’d flinch away. Then someone like her wrapped their arms around his middle and Hanji literally gasped out loud when he hugged (y/n) back.

After months went by of him seeing her at friend events, he asked her out on a proper date. The man hasn’t dated since he was in his early twenties so this was a game changer for him. No one saw the pair getting together, they were polar opposite.

That’s why Levi took such a liking to the women. She was nothing like him and it kept him interested. Everything she did was out of the kindness of her heart, and she was very into speaking her mind. Levi usually just said a simple sentence that was somewhat insulting and went about his day.

(y/n) on the other gave entire speeches of exactly what she was thinking, and wasn’t scared to call somebody out. He admired how big she was on helping anyone that she could. He didn’t even have to worry if the kindness was an anterior motive, he knew she didn’t like seeing people down.

“Are you judging me?” She had asked one day at a table full of their closest friends.

His eyes had narrowed at her question. They hadn’t talked very much at this point, but it was the moment that really drew Levi in. He looked around at everyone else at the table and they were already snickering under their breaths. The whole group thought he found her annoying but it was the complete opposite.

Everything she did had him in a trance. She kept him entertained with everything she said, but it’s understandable why she felt he had a disliking for her. The man never talked unless spoke too, but that was just how he worked. Though (y/n) took it rather personally because she found herself easy to talk to, and she’d never met someone so observant and quiet.

“No, if I did i’d make it obvious,” he had answered with his arms crossed.

She smiled at his words. In a way she found them sweet instead of rude. She was one of the few people who could understand his real meaning behind his words.

“Good,” she said proudly, “cause I would hate for a cutie like you to find me annoying.”

Levi’s mouth had fallen open at her words. Never in his life had someone called him a cutie, maybe when he was a child but not anytime in his adult life. The way her eyes sparkled as she watched his flustered reaction made him realize he liked this girl a lot. That was the night he’d first asked her on a date, and things escalated from there.

(y/n) was different and he liked it. Most people didn’t say straightforward things to him because they were scared for his reaction. But she wasn’t in anyway frightened by him. She actually found it kind of funny that the group find him so scary at times. Sure she could admit his gaze would be rather intimidating at times but that’s the worst it got to her.

He first took her out to eat at a sushi place and she literally squealed when they walked in the door. He couldn’t even hold back the laughter at her excitement, and that was the fist time she had heard his sweet laugh. She’d seen him smile plenty of time, but the fact she got him to go further than that only boosted her confidence.

They had sat there for hours talking about the most random things. (y/n) had never heard Levi spill so much information at once and she was absolutely living for it. She still couldn’t believe the quiet mystery guy of her friend group found interest in her.

“Did you know your quietness makes you more intriguing to me,” she had said with a blush on her cheeks, “It makes me want to get to know you more than anyone i’ve ever met.”

He nervously chuckled at her words and took another bite of sushi. That was the first time in the night he had kinda gone quiet. She began to worry she’d embarrassed him somehow and started to think too much. He noticed her manner change pretty quickly.

“I’m glad i’m interesting to you, no ones ever been interested in me,” he had said with a quiet voice.

She smiled softly, “You’re too pretty to not be interested in.”

That was the first day she had seen Levi blush so hard. She was also the first person to call him pretty. He had nervously ran his fingers through his hair with a slight chuckle. This women truly was something else and he found peace in her mannerism. He liked the way he felt when he was with her, and he had no plan on letting her go.

“You’re gorgeous,” he’d said on their next date which was a picnic.

It was (y/n)’s idea of course, she wanted to do something different. She told him she already had an idea for another date if he was interested, and of course he was. She smiled brightly at his words, even though she had just taken a bite of her sandwich. The sweet moment made her wonder what their friend group would say about this alternative Levi they had yet to meet.

After a few more weeks he’d invited her to his apartment. There was no alternate motive behind the invite, he just wanted to cook for her. She had told him many times she was a ‘slut for spaghetti,’ which made him laugh harder than he had in years. When he told her he wanted to make her food she absolutely insisted that she get the pleasure of watching.

He didn’t expect her to ask something like that but she was persistent with the question so he allowed it. She’d asked about a million questions as he made it, and everyone who knew him would be surprised to know he found joy in her constant talking. He was so used to silence, but her sweet voice always filled the air and made him feel whole.

When (y/n) had literally moaned as she took a bite of the spaghetti his stomach did a flip. The sound was beautiful and he thought about the day he’d get to hear it over and over again. Though, Levi was in no rush whatsoever. He was an extremely patient man and valued taking things slow. The two had been seeing one another for almost three months now and the most that had happened is hand holding and cuddling.

After dinner (y/n) suggested a movie. Of course she insisted on something romantic, she valued the cliche of it. Levi agreed but wasn’t as excited as she was. But seeing her eyes light up as he said yes was way better than any movie they could watch.

Now Levi sat on the couch with (y/n)’s arms wrapped around his waist and head on his lap. The sight was very heartwarming and he wanted to take a picture of how beautiful she looked, but he decided not too. Sure she had taken many pictures of him and with him but he was still scared she’d find it weird.

She felt his eyes on her and moved her hands from around him so she could lay flat on her back. She raised an eyebrow at him and smirked.

“Do you find me better to watch than the movie?”

A shock ran through him at your straightforward question. She always did things like this to him on purpose. Making his stern self flustered had to be one of her greatest powers. She reaches up to touch his soft hair and he shivers slightly from her cold hand.

The room fell silent and the air began to change. (y/n) gulped at the the feeling and turned her attention back to the movie, acting as if nothing had just happened. He frowned when she did this. Did she not want to kiss him?

That wasn’t the case, though. She wanted to kiss him more than anything. Hell, she wanted to do a lot of things with him. One would think she was straight forward in every department, but not when it comes to kissing. The last time she kissed someone her tooth went into their lip on accident and embarrassed the hell out of her.

She felt Levi’s body become sluggish when she turned away. In that moment (y/n) decided to get over her fear. After all he was different, they had a whole different story line. Her last failed hookup wasn’t anything compared to the bond her and Levi had created.

(y/n) sat up quickly and Levi almost jumped at her sudden action. He turned his head to look at her, and was about to ask what the matter was, but her lips were already being pressed against his. Warmness filled both of their bodies and the softness of her lips were addicting. But as soon as it started, it ended.

He almost whined when she pulled away, then her hand dragged across his lips, and he was beyond confused. Her attention was turned back to the television as if nothing had happened. As if they didn’t just kiss for the first time and she hadn’t just tried to wipe it away.

“Why did you just do that?” he asked confused, but he couldn’t help but smile a bit at her. She was hard to figure out and understand sometimes, but this was different. Was she embarrassed?

“Do what? I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she said without even looking at him.

The man had never seen her act this way. He found it funny honestly. (y/n) had never been afraid or reluctant to do something. He guessed he had found her weak spot.

“Oh yes you do,” he said with a laugh, “you think wiping away the kiss is gonna change something? Cause I still want to kiss you again.”

She gulped at his words, “really?”

Levi had never seen her so flustered and red faced. She was an absolute mess of nerves right now and he loved it. He had no idea he could have this type of effect on her. She did everything with confidence and zero fear yet a simple kiss had her second guessing everything.

“Really,” he whispers, and this time she’s the one who’s stomach flips.

His lips reattached to hers and she melts at his touch. Lips move against one another softly and slowly, enough to make her head spin. Delicate fingers squeeze at her waist and she makes a slight noise at the feeling.

That’s when Levi grabs her hips and pulls her on top of him, and the once sweet kiss begins to intensify.

Kissing Levi was already becoming one of her favorite things to do, and they were just getting started.

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vanillasakura · 3 years

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@magnoliacqffee and I were discussing some Sean and Karen headcanons last night, and they’re just so adorable I had to share them. They’re a bit of a mix between modern and canon-compliant, but these two are so great together who really cares, y’know? (Bonus NSFW at the end as well!)

Canon-Compliant (But everything is happy)

Sean would light his farts on fire and Karen would watch and laugh

Whenever Karen’s feeling down, she’d rest her head on Sean’s shoulder and just let herself exist with him. Doesn’t matter if John and Arthur are pissing each other off five feet away, in that moment, the only two people that exist are her and Sean

Sean is a huge swooner, and his favorite thing ever is kissing Karen. Not just in a passionate and intimate way, but specifically light, chaste kisses that he can give her again and again and again. Whenever she has enough, he’ll pout but let her have her way. He’s gonna kiss her again soon, anyhow

Nothing has the power to make Sean happy like resting his head on Karen’s chest and being held by her. He’s a total boob guy, and would often fall asleep with his head sandwiched between her boobs

Sean is a horrible dancer, but that doesn’t stop him from trying to take the lead when dancing with Karen. It never works out very well, and she ends up showing him how it’s done, and eventually, the two of them can waltz without Sean stepping on her toes

Sometimes, very rarely, Karen will sleep in one of Sean’s shirts. This only happens when the two of them are in his tent, but it doesn’t stop Sean from feeling himself fall in love with her all over again at the simple sight of it

They love doing each other’s hair

After the gang breaks up, they get a house not far from Beecher’s Hope, and host parties all the time. They have lots of open space and love having people over

Their house is by a field, and sometimes, Sean will stand in it, pretending to be a scarecrow to see how long it will take Karen to notice, claiming that he’s been cursed and needs a kiss to be able to move again. He’ll call her a crow if she refuses to come over

Their house is full of lots of little things they’ve found along the way, and isn’t dirty or messy at all, just seems a little cluttered. Sean in particular hates throwing things away, so they have little boxes of bottlecaps and cigarette cards stored all over the main room of the house

Sean would be paramount in helping Karen recover from her alcoholism. (Assuming that she starts drinking much heavier not because of his death, but because of mounting tensions in the gang.) He’d distract her whenever she feels the urge coming on, and if she did end up drinking, she’d feel horrible, crying because she “failed him.” Sean would hold her close and kiss her tears away and rock her side to side in his lap, telling her that he knows it’s hard, but he’s always here for her, and that they’re gonna get through this. He treats Karen’s problems like his own, and will do whatever it takes to help her

Both of them sleep hot, but unfortunately for them, Sean is a huge cuddle bug and will not sleep unless he is holding Karen or she is holding him. He’ll even reach out for her in his sleep, and pull her flush against him. It’s not very comfortable, downright miserable during the summer when they often wake up in a pool of sweat, but they learn to handle it.

Modern

Their house would have whoppee cushions all over the place. Call it juvenile as much as you want, Grimshaw, but both of them are “farts are funny” people. The first time you go over all hell would break loose, but just because you’ve since learned to look before you sit doesn’t mean it would end. Karen would distract you with something while Sean would work on placing the cushion where you were sitting, and when you do sit on it they would both laugh and high-five

Going off of @ttuesday ‘s headcanon that Karen would be obsessed with GTA V, especially GTA Online, because it’s so accurate it hurts. Sean would love watching her play and would ask her to do completely random things. “Can you shoot a hooker for me” “Can you bomb a movie theatre” “Can you steal a helicopter” “Can you rob a convenience store” He’d be convinced Karen is the best at video games and nobody can surpass her, and anytime she shows him evidence that proves otherwise he would go “they just got lucky”

They’d both start playing Fortnite ironically but it would quickly become unironic. They’d talk each other out of buying skins and the battle pass. They’d also try and get Jack interested but Jack wouldn’t find the game fun and would end up reading while the two of them are getting, in Sean’s words “crispy dubs”

Sean has ADHD. This point is not up for debate as I also have it and can spot somebody with it a mile away. He would solely stim on Karen, his favorite thing would be tapping his fingers on her arms and playing with her curls. Every time he lightly pulls a curl he would go “boing” under his breath, and Karen would find it adorable. They’d literally be at Arthur’s place and Sean would be tapping away on Karen and Arthur would ask if it bothered her, but Karen would just shrug, she’s so used to it she hardly notices anymore, and she also secretly adores it

Sean would use Money Machine as a copy pasta and send it to Karen all the time. She’d send him a selfie or whatever and he would literally respond with the lyrics to Money Machine. He also uses it as a “verbal copy pasta”, where something happens and he just... says the lyrics to Money Machine

Sean and Karen would be the best at Just Dance. Javier would film their dance battles all the time and it would be epic to witness

They’d both play Smash to deal with stress, and have hosted some amazing Smash Parties in the past

Karen would affectionately refer to Sean as “her little sussy”

Their song would be Karen, You’re an Angel by Sleeping in the Aviary

Sean would have two ways of waking Karen up: A.) Kissing her face until she opens her eyes, him asking in a whisper how she slept, or B.) Airhorn. It’s usually always the first option, though

Sean would send Karen this image:

NSFW

Let’s get it out of the way: Sean is a quickshot, even when he’s sober. He always makes sure Karen gets hers though, he loves eating her out and if him finishing quickly is an excuse to do it, then it’s not that bad, right?

Sean could spend hours playing with Karen’s boobs. He can’t think of anything more attractive in the entire world

Speaking of, both of them have very sensitive nipples, and both of them use this to their advantage. They have 100% both come before just by rubbing their chests together

Neither of them are usually very serious during sex, and they almost always crack a joke or laugh during the do. It’s more fun that way, after all!

#rdr2 #red dead redemption #red dead redemption 2 #red dead fandom #rdr2 community #headcanons #rdr2 fandom #karen jones #sean macguire

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In This Rain

Genre: Mafia (AU), Action, Suspense/Thriller, Smut

Mature content

Word Count: 4,962k

Characters: Police Captain!Namjoon, Police Officer! Reader, Mafia Boss! Jungkook.

Warning: mentions of drug use, graphic violence, language, oral sex, penetrative sex, implied dom!reader, emotional manipulation, mention of psychopathic characters, implied torture

Synopsis: You admire your captain, your beloved Capt. Kim Namjoon. You admire him so much that you wanted to be by his side always, well, quite literally. Under his office desk, inside his apartment, on his bed and even on his dangerous mission against a vicious Mafia leader named Jeon Jungkook.

He’s been so obsessed in Jungkook, his formidable enemy on his entire career, that he’s been trying to apprehend him for years. Until both of you uncovered an unsettling truth as to why he always slithers: there’s a mole within your department.

Namjoon kicked the door hard with his combat boots, took cover immediately from the wall behind him, before aiming his gun to the direction of the open entryway.

“Freeze!” he shouted.

Yet he was the one that was left frozen at the scene. Two men, thin as a stick, were staring blankly at the ceiling. Clearly passed out with rubbers wrapped around their arms, old scabs and fresh jabs on their skin. Several discarded needles were left lying on the floor.

They look so oblivious from the presence of Namjoon and his team that you can’t help but call him out “Namjoon, I think we’re late” you shook your head, as you watched their cold and drugged out bodies sitting on a plastic chair, heads resting on the air.

“We are, they’re both dead” Hoseok said after checking their pulse. He stared at them for a moment, as if saying a prayer as he shuts their eyes gently with his finger.

Namjoon walked around the room and picked a used foil and a paper with logo of a lotus flower “Jungkook…” he mumbled to himself as he crumpled the paper and threw it on the floor in fury.

“Are you sure it’s him?” you went to pick it up and checked. It was definitely the symbol of his organized syndicate.

“Positive” Namjoon’s blood suddenly rushed in and felt nauseous at the thought, as he shut his eyes, hoping that he was wrong about it.

“It was a close one...” Hoseok rummaged through the pockets of the two men, but he found none.

“I was so sure, they’ll be here. Him and his men. But why does it look like they knew... You think” you shut your eyes and gasped, realizing what Namjoon might have just thought of earlier. “there’s a mole within the Department?” you continued, slowly turning around to see Namjoon’s reaction. His face turned grim and just weakly nodded.

“I trust that you two would keep this a secret, until we find who it is…” Namjoon swore. It wasn’t about money or his ego any longer, he wanted to end this. For years. Whatever this was, he wanted to stop people from dying, stop wasting innocent lives, end the fear of women and children always being on the brink of death.

“Roger” Hoseok nodded.

“Roger, Captain!” you blinked and stood up. You and Hoseok tapped Namjoon’s shoulder, assuring him that you two were on his side. Always on his side.

You and Hoseok stood behind closed doors, but it was very apparent that the chiefs and the Department heads were clearly upset at the result of your team’s recent mission.

“Goddamit! We told you to think things through Kim and you blew it! You got one shot! One fucking shot, and you didn’t even get to meet a single strand of his hair!” the deputy chief exclaimed.

“What a waste of the city tax, really, you haven’t given us any valuable result” the Department head, fixed his paper and put everything inside his briefcase.

Namjoon just stood there, taking every thing silently. He was called names before, been spatted, got hit, everything. He’s the man who’s been through all horrible things and yet he still took it in. No wonder why you’ve like this guy, there’s something incredibly attractive about an underdog filled with potentials. It’s as if you’re hearing a club of hyenas around a lion, waiting for it to roar. He was the kind of leader you want to solemnly swear your loyalty, and that was the reason why you were there.

After the sham meeting, you and Hoseok just followed Namjoon towards your office room. He was clearly angry and frustrated, as well. But more than that he was determined to find another chance to get close to Jungkook . Namjoon went to his desk silently, and studied recent reports and profiles of people on his desk, piled and unkept.

Hoseok, feeling unnecessarily guilty, excused himself to get the team sandwiches from a nearby store.

You on the other hand, had something in mind to ease Namjoon’s frustration. “Hey there” you whispered on his ear. “Not here, Y/N. Not today” his eyes still concentrated on the screen. You gently pressed his shoulders, unbothered at his plea and made gentle circular motion, caressing his stiff shoulder blades. You slowly crouched down to kiss his ears and traced it down his neck. “You know what reminds me of your stiffness?” you chuckled.

“I said stop!” his quick reflex surprised you, as he held on to your wrist. His eyes stern, full of resolved. You stood up, and knew that he wasn’t up for any games.

“I just heard everything from the meeting. It’s hard to miss.” You folded your arms, as you watched him turn his back on you again and type disordered words on his screen. “Try, typing Gwangjin-gu, April 16…” you reached out for his hands to guide his finger from each letter on the keyboard, as he suddenly groaned softly to the sensation of your warm hands.

You smirked, seeing him freeze for a second. You crouched back down again and slowly reached for his legs hiding underneath his desk. “You know, it takes Hoseok about half an hour to get back? No one’s around. I’m sure you needed to let loose of that tension” you spoke softly, while caressing his legs. He slowly turned around from his seat and opened his legs.

“Give me 10 minutes tops, Captain” you smirked as you knelt down, and unclasped his belt.

Namjoon just stared at you blankly for a second, thoughtless and unsure. But as soon as he felt the warmth that you give right in the middle of his legs, he cursed and responded in pure ecstasy. You watched him toss his head and covered his mouth, trying not to cry out your name, but you love it. You love seeing your beloved Captain, the one people look up with so much pride and respect, becomes susceptible to your touch.

You were lounging in the smoking area during your break time, even though you aren’t smoker. You just like being outside, on a bench, and beside a vending coffee machine where you could refill your own cup.

“Hm, Sun Tzu’s Art of War” you heard Namjoon’s voice from behind. You nodded in agreement, as you finished the last line of the page and flipped it to the next.

“Read this about 9 times, still holds true” you replied, not leaving your gaze towards the book.

“I got a lead” he pulled out his cup from the vending machine and scoot beside you on the bench. You closed your book and turned to face him. Namjoon peered behind you, and looked around before he dropped the name “Seokjin”. You squint your eyes, trying to figure out how Namjoon arrived at his conclusion.

“You mean Kim Seokjin from the Hi-tech Crime Unit?” you spoke softly towards him, making sure no one hears even when it was only the two of you in the area.

He nodded, grinning. “I always wonder how he received information about them, everyone in his unit is as competent as he is but he would always get the best lead”

You smiled, finally beginning to piece things together. “It does seem odd Namjoon. It doesn’t make sense, but it does seem bizarre? How does he get those information?” you stared at Namjoon and smirked “I never thought of that, Captain. As always, that’s pretty smart of you to---”

“Y/N!” you heard someone call.

“Speak of the devil” you smiled at Namjoon then at Seokjin.

“Meet you after office hours?” Seokjin ran up to you, handing you a bag of sandwich. Namjoon tilt his head in confusion.

“Yeah sure” you blushed, turning your head to the floor at Seokjin’s sweet gesture.

“Y/N, are you…. Are you two going out? Since when?” Namjoon stood up, puzzled at the scenario. Clearly, you have left him out of the picture, but it’s not like you owe him anything. Besides weren’t you two clear about the position you two are in? Just colleagues trying to help each other out? Out of convenience?

“Kind of like that. Well, you never asked about our private lives, Cap” you chuckled. Not that he doesn’t care, but you know how much he respects his colleague’s personal space. Well, except on some occasion when you two needed to satisfy each other’s need. “Give me a minute, I just need to talk to my superior” you faced Seokjin for a moment and watched him wait for you at a distance.

“Cap, I’m sorry.” You cleared your throat and continued “The news surprised me too, and I didn’t know how to tell you. Can you trust me? I’ll try to look on to this. I swear, feelings won��t get involved. If I happen to find anything that might point a connection against Seokjin and Jungkook, I’ll let you know immediately”

“And what if he is? Are you okay with it? You know what will happen if he becomes part of our custody” he asked, worriedly.

You shut your eyes and nodded “I’m aware. I’ve been seeing him Jin for half a month now. It’s nothing compared to you, Cap” you looked down, refusing to look back at him, not when you just confessed your feelings for him albeit indirectly.

“Y/N…” he spoke softly.

“You don’t have to say anything.” You shook your head “I know this is purely work, lives are on the line…” You begrudgingly replied, then you paused. “That’s why I’ll make sure I’ll get compensated well on this” you slowly turned your gazed at him, now smirking.

“I can only pay what the government give--- ” you stopped him mid-sentence by pointing a finger on his lip, raising yourself up, tip-toed.

“Not that silly” He tilt his head again in confusion. “You, wrapped around my fingers. Go figure.” You whispered on his ear and chuckled. You turned around, and left him wondering on his own. It took him a moment before he realized what you meant. He bashfully chuckled at the thought.

After spending more time with Seokjin for months, you’ve finally gathered valuable information to report directly to Namjoon, which entails you in meeting him straight to his own apartment each night.

“Are you ready for tomorrow?” he asked, as he gathered his boxer he left from the floor. You remained still in bed, panting after doing a marathon with Namjoon. Namjoon opened his window to let the cold breeze enter his dull room.

You turned sideways and watched him moved out from the bed, savoring his bareness. “Nearly, ready”

He tied his discarded condom and threw it on the trash bin “Y/N, whatever happens tomorrow. I just want to let you know that I---” he paused, trying to construct what he was about to say.

You sat up, despite remaining bare “Shh” You reached him out for a kiss.

“If things goes bad tomorrow, I want you to know that you mean so much to me” he took your wrist and kissed the back of your hand, his lips pressed hard as if hoping that his pure intentions will get through your skin.

You shook you head. “Aren’t I just a colleague, Namjoon?” you smiled weakly, reminding him of the reality that you are just there for him… for his own convenience.

He cupped your cheek and kissed you again. “You’re my partner, in everything Y/N”

You parted and smile. “I’m glad you feel that way” you pushed him back to bed, and pulled his boxers off again, almost ripping it to two. You wanted to let him know he wasn’t wrong, about feeling that you are his.

He was clearly surprised at your reaction, and flustered upon seeing you right above him. You smiled, amused at the view. To see your beloved Captain in such a vulnerable position. And like a clockwork, you sat comfortably on his waist as you pulled his wrists towards you. You forced his palms open with yours and directed it to your chest, letting him feel you again.

You closed your eyes, as you let him cup you gently “Captain..” you breathed his name while you shut your eyes, and began moving your hips slowly.

“Shit” he quickly got hard again, and you felt that. You felt his excitement again after you shamelessly teased your beloved Captain. You took a sealed condom from the bed side table and placed it on his harden length. He pulled one of his hand away and held on to it, then guided his length towards your entrance. You opened your eyes and smile.

“Ready for a second?” you asked. You watched him nod, as he began to push it in within you, both of you cursed almost synchronously at the ecstatic sensation. You tossed your head, and began moving your hips.

He held on to your waist, and you relished on it. You relished the way your Captain held on to you, you relished at the sight of seeing someone strong like him depended on you for comfort and affirmation. Exhilarated at the view of him below you, exhilarated at the thought of your own superior, down at your mercy.

Seokjin informed the Investigation Department again, which the assignment was promptly relayed again to your team: “Apprehend Jungkook and his men in #32 Namdo Building Gangseo-gu District”

At the same time, Namjoon informed the Investigation Department of his suspicion against Seokjin.

“You sure, Kim? If you’re wrong about this, not only will you lose Seokjin’s trust but your whole credibility as a Captain…” Mr. Song, one of the Investigation head, reminded Namjoon.

“I am certain sir. One of my partner, Y/N, was able to gather pieces of evidence that may point out his guilt in conniving with Jeon Jungkook” he bowed and handed him a manilla envelope containing the things you took from Seokjin, secretly.

“Very well, we will take Seokjin in to custody after I examine these things. Good luck on your mission” he bid Namjoon good luck as he watched Namjoon ran towards his car while it rained.

“Point A to D clear” you heard Hoseok speak from you and Namjoon’s ear piece.

“Copy” you subtly replied from your microphone hidden inside your shirt. “Ready, Mr. Kim?” you fixed his necktie inside the car. He didn’t reply, his eyes were burning with hatred. You’ve never seen him this determined to be able to see Jungkook, his formidable enemy, finally in the flesh.

You and Namjoon, took great lengths over these past few weeks to be able to secure a seat on this secret meeting with the boss himself, Jeon Jungkook. Despite at his tender age of 22, he was able to amass a fortune more than his father and his forefathers could ever gain. And now at the age of 24, he was able to bring down all his enemies. Rumor has it, he would clear out his enemy’s entire family line so that no one could ever attempt to take revenge against the whole Jeon family.

But Namjoon was ready to risk it all, even if his own family was on the line. He was willing to wager everything he has, just to end his lunacy. Yet he still couldn’t bring to himself the idea of risking and losing you against Jeon.

“Y/N, if anything goes bad, I want you to run as far as you could. Away from this, okay? You know how vindictive Jungkook can be” he stared at you, longingly.

“Joon” you shook your head and corrected yourself “I mean Captain, I’m trained to face whatever remember? Whatever happens, I’ll show up. It’s part of my job---”

“Okay, lovebirds, enough chit-chat. You know this is recorded right? We’ll be handling our conversation to the heads, unless you wanted to let them know about your secret affair or whatever this is… God, it’s awkward listening to you two!” Hoseok said on the other line.

You chuckled. “Can we have this off-record? Anyway, he’s right Captain. Time’s running. You need to get to your sit there now, as Mr. Kim the representative of Fiery Brothel of Songpa-gu District. I’ll stay here, make sure everything is working according to plan, alright?” you pat his collar and checked his ear piece if it was greatly secured. “All dashing and ready!” you smiled at him.

Namjoon introduced himself as Mr. Kim to a man in red suit “I speak on behalf of my superior Mr. Co, who manages Fiery Brothel in Songpa-gu owned by the Jeon” The man in red suit just nod and led you inside the building.

At first, Namjoon was confused as to why he was led inside a burger chain. Then he turned to the left hallway and entered inside the “authorized personnel staff room”, Namjoon followed. The room was cramped and filled with cleaning tools, food and personal hygiene products and other things.

The man pulled out the fire extinguisher from the glass box, where he found a button hidden behind it. He suddenly pressed it twice, paused then thrice, paused then once. It was a secret code. The wall started to separate from top to bottom, unfurling another secret entryway that leads to a speakeasy bar-cum-opium den.

Namjoon quickly recognized few faces around, from the head of the other government department, to local celebrities, even the sons and daughter of influential businessmen were there. Gambling, out of wits, high from the aroma of opium mixed with other things.

They continued to walk, the man in red suit clearly unbothered, as if it was regular business. Namjoon gulped and tried to calm himself, putting a mental note on everything he saw and commit it to his memory. He’ll be needing it once he get his hands on Jungkook. Everything he sees right now, everything he owns, he wanted to see him lose it. He wanted his downfall. he was confident that after that night he’ll finally put everything to its end.

“This is as far as I can lead you sir” the man stopped in front of the door, bowed and opened it for Namjoon.

There it was the high table. Only 6 men, sitting on each side of the table, making him the last and the seventh member to the meeting. His heart was pounding fast, hands starting to grow cold, shaking uncontrollably. Little sweat beads were forming behind his neck, it’s as if he was drugged and out of wits as well, except his feeling was driven by his own fear.

Just a few second upon entering, he saw Taehyung and Jimin enter first from the front door of the room. He presumed it was an exclusive entryway for Jungkook and his trusted men, in case something bad happens, but nothing bad ever happened when they’re there. Taehyung and Jimin were his only trusted men. They were skilled, precise, ruthless and cold to the core. They would blindly kill anyone and even everyone for Jungkook, even if it cost their lives.

Jimin, narrowed his eyes towards Namjoon while he chew on his bubblegum. Taehyung, on the other hand, watched the other men shake in fear too. All were waiting for the boss himself to enter the room.

The room was white and bare, almost blinding to the eyes. The only color that was present are their ashen faces (except Taehyung and Jimin), their black clothes and the long dark-red oaken wood table and its matching chair. And finally, he was there, all in flesh.

No longer a picture posted on his office walls. No longer a dream, that woke up him up each night in fright. This was Jeon Jungkook. Young, tall, handsome, almost perfect that he can pass up as a god. Well, technically, he is, because he is the kind who plays like one. Because any mistake they omit in his presence can swiftly translate to a painful death.

Everyone rose from their seat to show their respect and fear towards him. Jungkook smiled. Too kind and too sweet, as if he looked innocent. But everyone knew better, he wasn’t the slightest bit of it. When he sat from his chair on the front, everyone followed, except Jimin and Taehyung who stood there to watch over.

Jungkook listened to each person during the meeting, he was attentive, alert and smart. He was the kind of leader that would bring shame to the whole police department, perhaps the whole country. Everything that runs out of his mouth were well-thought, intelligible and thorough. He didn’t leave a single issue unresolved, and the men quickly took note of it. The men were so scared that they just nodded without any further question. Jungkook like things brief, and hated being interrupted. The moment he finds someone that annoys him, Taehyung, a sharp shooter, will place a single bullet straight through their head. Not even letting them finish their first word.

“Actually, I’m sure you are all aware of the situation you are in right now, don’t you? I called everyone for a meeting because some of you are doing a very, very poor job” he grinned at everybody, nose a bit scrunched, like a harmlessly little bunny pouncing sunshine on each person on the table. Yet everyone looked down, nervous and grim. So did Namjoon.

Namjoon wasn’t aware of it. Neither anyone on the team. What was Jungkook thinking? Did he knew? Did Seokjin informed him that they’ll be attempting to take him in? Sh--

“Shit!” one of them men screamed in fear as he tried to ran towards the door, but before he could take another step from his sit, Jimin managed to throw his dagger in his head which passed through his eye and pinned his body down the floor.

“Tsk” Jungkook shook his head in disappointment. “Atleast, we were able to eliminate a coward in this group. Anyone wants to follow?” he raised his eyebrow as he chuckled again. Clearly entertained at the sight of blood.

No one dared to speak, not even a sound of whimper. “Very well, now that no one wants to speak for themselves, I would, for everyone’s behalf. I need to keep my business flowing, and you all are doing a terrible job. Thus, it’s unfortunate to inform everyone in this room that no one will survive today…” Right upon hearing it, Taehyung fired his gun towards 3 other men on his side and Jimin with his daggers flying and pinning the remaining 2 heads to the wall on his side, simultaneously and precise. “Except you, Kim Namjoon.” He blinks slowly and smiled at his direction.

“How does it feel to finally meet your nightmare?” he stood up and went to his direction.

Suddenly, Namjoon heard Hoseok cursing on the other end “Namjoon, it’s a trap! They knew! If you’re still there, run! Quickly! The mole told everything about us!”

“Where’s Y/N?” Namjoon asked Hoseok, but you only heard noises from his end.

“Y/N?” Jungkook asked. “You know I don’t like it when I don’t have someone’s full attention”

“Where is she? My partner! Did you take her? Did you kill her?” Namjoon immediately stood up from his seat, demanding Jungkook for an answer. Jimin swiftly threw his dagger to pin Namjoon’s legs back to his seat while Namjoon cried in shock and pain .

“You know I wouldn’t dare you pissing Jimin any longer Namjoon, unlike Taehyung he doesn’t have much patience. If you try to move again, I swear the next time will be a bullet from Taehyung’s gun and it’s far more painful than Jimin’s knife… and I can’t assure you where he wants to aim it. Sit” he spoke calmly, and strangely alluring yet intimidating.

Hoseok spoke again “The mole is here! Seokji----- scchhhht” Taehyung went to Namjoon side and pulled the ear piece away from him, threw it on the floor and stepped on it.

“Where is she?!” Namjoon demanded, eyes intensely fixated on Jungkook.

Taehyung crouched down and slapped his mouth. “You’re not asked to speak” he took the broken ear piece from the floor and pushed it inside Namjoon’s mouth “You better listen!”

Namjoon gagged a bit and spit the shattered pieces “Enough Taehyung, I bet he’s got it” Jungkook commanded.

“You and Seokjin will pay for what you did to Y/N!” he screamed, his fear already absent upon realizing the possibility of losing you for good.

“Seokjin? Who is he?” Jungkook chuckled. “While, it’s true there’s a mole within you” he sat on the table, just inches away Namjoon. “It’s not Seokjin, whoever he may be, I never met the guy. He sounded like a nice guy” he shrugs, still smiling. “Give you a clue, try to think who is out of reach right now?” he taps his temple.

Namjoon paused. When he realized who it was, his blood rushed up to his head, leaving him cold, nauseated and in pain. “No, it can’t be”

There you were, entering the room from the door in front of everyone inside. Safe and unharmed “Hey love, I miss you so much!” you quickly ran towards Jungkook and jumped to give him a long pressing kiss.

“No… but why?” Namjoon’s eyes started to cloud with his own tears.

“Love, why don’t you tell him?” Jungkook pouted as he turned to face you, and pulled you in closer, letting you sit on his lap.

“Well, I got bored here. I decided I want to play police. That’s why I’m here, but I got bored too, so I decided to come back” you smiled at Namjoon then at Jungkook “to you, love”

Jungkook chuckled, his nose scrunched again in a bunny like manner, as he point his finger against your nose and tapped it “That’s my girl, isn’t she cute when she gets bored?” he asked Namjoon.

“But everything, what we’ve been through, were they all lies?”

You shook your head still smiling “Not everything, no. Well, except everything about Seokjin, and the brothel and Mr.Co…” you rolled your eyes, sluggishly “Didn’t I tell you I’ll make sure everything goes according to plan? I mean, my plan that is…” you shrugged.

“How?” Namjoon’s head fell to his chest, clearly desperate, praying that everything he was hearing from you weren’t true.

“Well for starters, it’s really not hard to fake documents, my background then my history… You’ve seen the opium den earlier didn’t you? The head of National Office Record is pretty much a regular these days, we just gave him a little freebies and then we’re good. But you sir, you were pretty interesting, I really had a great time!” you nodded.

“It was actually me who subtly planted the idea that it was Seokjin, it was me who gave Seokjin information, the exact location and a glimpse of our plan, well without telling him I am part of the group that is” you playfully traced your finger on Jungkook’s neck, letting Namjoon watch while he aches at everything. The reality that was unfolding before him.

“I was the one who curated random stuff as your evidence, made up stories about a non-existent Mr. Co and the Fiery Brothel in Songpa-gu, reserved a seat for you in the meeting and voila! You’re here! Isn’t great, love?” you gave Jungkook a peck on his lips and he nodded.

“Y/N” Namjoon cried

“You know Namjoon? I really like you, that’s pretty much true. But this man right here” you turn to Jungkook and playfully squeezed his cheek “I love him so much, I’m willing to give my life for him. That’s the difference. To be by your side, quite literally and to be by his side, forever, wherever I may be” Jungkook giggled at your declaration for his love.

“Please say it’s a lie! Tell me, you’re being forced by him, just say it. Please, I love you!” Namjoon screamed

“Stop, Namjoon” you watched him in pity. “Didn’t I tell you? We’re just bunch of colleagues…”

“Boss, what are you going to do with him?” Jimin’s eyes remained focused against Namjoon while he pops his gum.

“Love, what do you plan?” Jungkook gazed at you lovingly, while he was fixing your hair.

“He’s where he is supposed to be. A captain who just lost the trust of his superior and his men, just because of a woman. Isn’t it a tragic story, the story of a naïve pawn? This way love, you’ll be able to move freely with your business.” You stared at Jungkook’s lips, resisting to kiss him while he revel at your impregnable intellect.

“As usual, impressive as always” Jungkook nods as he kissed you again. “Let him live, so he’ll be able to tell our tale, a precautionary one to not screw with us”

“Y/N” Namjoon pleaded.

“Namjoon, you were the best Captain really. Thank you for the memories” you smiled.

Then Taehyung swiftly hit Namjoon in the face, leaving him unconscious, but only for a while.

Namjoon blinked at the sensation of rain drop falling over his face. Next thing he knew, people in scrubs were rushing towards him, raised him up from the pavement outside the hospital and secured his tired body on a stretcher.

“Sir, are you okay? Do you know where you are? Do you remember who left you here?” Namjoon was so oblivious at the moment, that he just tried to pull himself up to see if everything that happened earlier was a dream.

Until something fell from the inside of his coat. He picked it up “The Art of War by Sun Tzu?” he opened a page and saw a little note from you that says

“An enemy of my enemy is my FRIEND :) - Y/N”

Even when this rain stops, when the clouds go away I stand here, just the same Without saying anything, looking at the world There, a not so beautiful me is looking at myself In this rain In this rain

Rain by BTS

A/N: Thank you for giving time and reaching this far. This is my first attempt in making a smut fic so please be kind >.< This fic is actually my birthday gift for Slyn (SLL-AW Fictions) she’s a writer from YT who pushed me to try doing one too. Her bias is Jungkook so, naturally, the story ended with Y/N falling in the arms of Jungkook.

This is also nod and an attempt to honor one of my all time favorite fanfic, the BEST EVER CREATED on the internet about BTS: “House of Card by Sugamins” (if you know, you know 😉 )

I am so whipped for Master Jeon Jungkook that I just 👁️👄👁️. I didn’t want to recreate the verse, because I just can’t... I could never. House of Card is like a whole level of superiority and I’m just...a nursery...

Although, I borrowed the dark environment and the emotions involved in the characters... but I am totally disclaiming it to be a part of the verse. I’m a huge fan, I’m sorry I’m geeking out 😭 (Sugamins if you ever see this, I love you and thank you!! 😭 huge fan!!)

Slyn’s favorite genre are mafia, action, and romance (specifically with Jungkook). She’s aware of House of Cards too so yeah..

Anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed “In The Rain” :).

PS. If you haven’t read “House of Card” please do! It’s on a03! Google it! BUT YOU HAVE TO BE 18 and above... and open to like practically everything! Read the warning signs first before you proceed. But I swear, it’s the best out there!!! (you’ll know why it hit a million views once you finished. That fic should be in a book, and I’ll gladly buy several copies!

ALSO, I’m so sorry for making Y/N a villain/psychopath. As well as Jungkook, Jimin and Taehyung. Forgive me. It was raining hard one day while listening to Rain on by BTS and the ending scene just came up to my mind and I happen to work on it since... :<

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