#shut your yapps

[plu-mo]

bert: I’m going t get ice cream, you want anything?

ernie: sure bert

[b0g-b0y]

New Meat

Re-write Part 1

Soap x m reader x Ghost

There was some parts that get a little heated in here.

The sound of paper flipping filled the room well Price watched Ghost read over a file of a man that Price thought would be a nice asset to 141, the file being on a guy named y/n. Price wanted a second opinion on recruiting him, he didn’t have as much experience in the field that being the only reason for Price hesitating he didn’t want to feel responsible for sending a man to death. A sigh left Ghost's lips before he spoke. “I think it’s a bad idea having some bloke that hasn’t been in the field that long. His skills seem useful, good for in and out missions that need to be fast and quiet. Says he’s crazy good with a pistol and a good shot. It would be a gamble, Captain.” Ghost finished.” We can have a trial run then, during a mission you can tell me how he does he’ll be with you.” Price finished speaking as he lit up a cigar, he didn't miss the glare that Ghosts dark brown eyes gave him. Price knew Ghost well enough to know Ghost wasn’t happy about that, he’d rather work alone.

It didn’t take long for the others to get the news that a new member might join their team, Soap was the most excited about it then others. He was a social man. Why wouldn’t he be excited about someone new to yap to.

Ghost and Soap layed down on the small bed provided to them by the base, Ghosts fingers went through Soaps hair playing with it gently. The Scottish man rested his body on top of Ghosts bigger one.”Simon, look at me, what are you thinking about?” Soap asked softly, finding Simon's other hand intertwining their fingers together. Soap kissed Simon's hand gently, his blue eyes looking up at the man he lays on. ”Simon answer me, I can’t read your mind”. Soap spoke with a bit of a smile on his lips.”I’m not looking forward to the new bloke” Simon mumbled. Soap gave a small chuckle. “ Who would have guessed?” Soap teased.

Simon rolled his dark brown eyes at him.”I’m babysitting him on a mission.” Ghost grumbled a little pissy about it.” Rather it be just you and yourself huh Ghost?”. Soap spoke, tilting his head to the side slightly. “Never Johnny, not when you’re with me”. Simon kissed Soap's hand, in hopes of just sitting In silence now he didnt want to talk about this any more he knew with Soap it could go on for hours talking about the same thing. ”I’m sure you won’t be babysitting Simon, just don’t leave the poor guy behind and have him hike through a town full of enemies with you telling bad jokes. Think that better be reserved for me”. Soap said jokingly.

Simon couldn’t help but roll his eyes. His hope of shuting Soap up went out the window.” Shut up Johnny. let’s just call it a night, silence no more yapping ”. Simon spoke in a gruff voice. He was being blunt about what he wanted so there was no room for this to drag on. “ I do not yapp.” Soap spoke. “ Mactavish. Bed time.” Simon said not leaving it open for an argument. Saop let out a huff he hated that Ghost would pull out his last name to get him to listen, but to be fair it did always work.

The day y/n arrived on base to meet with 141.” You must be Y/n, good to have you. Im Captian John Price, these are my men LT Ghost. My sargents Soap or John Mactavish, and Gaz his real name is Kyle Garick.” Price spoke as he shook your hand fearmly. Y/n shook Gaz’s hand next and then Soap following suit. As Y/n went to shake Ghosts hand he didnt move Ghost only looked down at Y/n his dark brown eyes not giving a thing away about what the man was thinking.

Y/n put his weight on a different foot as he put his hand down feeling uncomfortable now. “ Its a pleasure to meet you all.” Y/n spoke. “ Ay dont mind the Ghost he's always like that, like a big scary dog he wont bite we promise.” Soap spoke with a warm smile and a light chuckle. Y/n smiled back slightly feeling a bit better about the previous interaction.

Price lit up a cigar and cleared his throat.” Gonna have you run through some drills, get a look at what you can do. Your files say a lot of good things about you, lets see if there true.” He said, his voice as gruff as always as he took a puff of his cigar. Y/n nodded his head in agrement, he was still nervous slightly. I mean who wouldnt be it was a great opportunity for the job he worked in, a good advancement.

Price had Y/n run the basics including a room clearing exercise, at least he got to choose the guns he preferred. It wasn’t surprising to Price when Y/n chose a pistol as his second weapon his primary being a vel 46 a SMG that offers high mobility and a fast firing rate, with those guns being lightweight it wasn’t a big surprise y/n was in and out with the optical course.

All of 141 watched Y/n intently when completing these tasks, he felt one pair of eyes more then others. The dark cold gaze of Ghosts brown eyes held firmly on Y/n. With a quick glance up at the platform that gave a over view of the optical course Y/n made eye contact with Ghost for a split second his arms were crossed as he looked down at Y/n. Giving a good view of Ghosts well built arms, Y/n shook his head to clear his thoughts.

Y/n was nervoues with all of the men looking at him watching his every step he made. Yet Y/n got distracted by Ghosts arms, but at least he thought he did decently at the very least. But Y/n eventually got the all clear from Price, he’d be sent off on a mission with them soon maybe in a week or two at the most.

Despite Y/n proving himself that didn't stopped Ghost from watching Y/n whenever Ghost got the chance, it didnt matter if Y/n went on a run or when Y/n went to the shooting range.Ghosts dark brown eyes could almost always be felt glued on Y/n, did Ghost just not trust him yet? Did Y/n do something wrong? Hell if he knew, but he knew one thing Ghost was always watching him it made Y/n feel uneasy.

Even in Ghost's company neither one would speak much at all and with Ghost's wicked side eye it didn’t make it any easier starting up a little chat. Y/n let out a soft sigh.” So how are you doing?” Y/n asked Ghost. Try to lessen the tension in the air. Ghost glanced at Y/n for a moment.” Fine.” Ghost spoke bluntly. The hope to lesson the tension in the air only for it to fail.

The silence was awful, but luck was on Y/n’s side as Soap walked a few minutes latter. The Scottish man went straight up to Ghost putting his hand on his shoulder leaning into Ghosts body slightly. “ Ghost isnt giving you any trouble is he?” Soap spoke teasingly.” No, he’s um. Fine I guess.” Y/n said as he sat back in his chair. Soap chuckled lightly, causing Ghost’s dark brown eyes to sparkle ever so slightly as his eyes went to Soap. That being the first time Y/n seeing Ghost’s eyes being anything but cold. “ He’s not a big talker, just ignore his grumpy ass. Both of you should warm up to eatch other eventually.” Soap said, as he gave Ghost’s shoulder a squeeze. “ Bloody hell, piss off Johnny.” Ghost said. “ You wish.” Soap responded.

Y/n looked at both of the men they seemed close, and he hadn't heard anyone else call Soap Johnny.

But besides the barrier with Ghost that was almost always up whenever Soap wasn't in the picture. However it was easy sailing with the rest of the team. As far as the team could tell Y/n wasn’t a big talker, more of a listener.

At least at dinner things were more comfortable, it was always filled with chatter and complaining.” I'm tired”. Soap said, leaning into Ghost. Witch Ghost seemed to ignore. However seeing the opportunity Y/n let a smile spread across his face.”Hi tired, I'm dad.” Y/n said. Causing Soap to burst out laughing hitting his knee on the table in the process. Ghost let out a sigh he put his hand on his balaclava in defeat, he’s lost his Johnny to a dad joke of all things. Gaz just smiled, he was amused at Soap hurting himself in such a simple way. Soap wasnt very good at not getting hurt. Price gave you a firm pat on the shoulder with a shake like a father would do. “ Good one.” Price said with a warm smile.

Ever since that dinner Soap found himself spending more time with Y/n always hoping to catch more of those shitty jokes.

Ghost wasnt found that Soap spent more time with Y/n he felt a little possessive over Johnny. He often joined the two of you, sometimes telling a dark joke of his own during any conversation, what was surprising to him was when you responded with laughter. Ghost wasn’t used to most people laughing at his jokes besides Soap on the rare occasions. It surprised him, Y/n seemed like a quite polite guy not the type to laugh at dark jokes.

The night before the mission that Y/n and Ghost were supposed to go on. Ghost and Soap laid in their shared bed. Soap leaning into Ghost's bareback, well his arms held Ghost close. ”Still think you need to babysit the guy?” Soap asked. ” You aren't going to let that go Johnny aren't you?” Ghost replied.”Nope.” Soap said as his hot breath was on Ghost's back caused Simon to arch his back slightly.”I think y/n will be fine he’s more capable then I thought, now cut that out Johnny.” Simon spoke softly.”Cut what out?”.Soap smiled. Soap purposely blowing hot air on Simon's back, well moving his hands to his hips well placing small kisses on his back. ” I mean it Soap, cut it out or you’ll sleep alone tonight I got a briefing tomorrow and I don't need to be sore in the morning.” Simon's threat didn’t work on Soap clearly.” I’m sure Y/n would let me sleep with him, maybe he’s a cuddler.” Soap knew he was playing a dangerous game, Ghost didn’t like to share.

Ghost turned around looking at Johnny before and kissed him deeply he ended up stradling Soap as he kissed him some more there breaths were heavy. “ Behave Johnny. I need to get up early maybe when I get back I'll let have me.” Ghost spoke his voice was a little more rough from his breathing.” Ok I’ll stop, I'll sleep, I can do that.”Soap said finally giving up.

When the mission did come the two of them just needed to get some data from a pc a quick in and out mission. And for the most part it was an in and out mission everything was going good to good. Almost out of the building with the data you secured Ghost ahead of you making sure the path was clear you saw a man creeping up behind Ghost, you couldn’t shoot the man there was a risk that the bullet would pass through and hit Ghost. Running up to the man grabbing him from behind kicking the back of his knees pulling the guys head back before you beat the back of the guys head in with your pistol. “Bloody Hell that was close, good one.” Ghost said. As his eyes looked at Y/n’s bloody hands. Everything was good after that the only fuck up being a dead guy giving a trace the two of you were there.

After the mission giving the data to Price and the report. Ghost went his separate way for the most part. But that didn’t last long after a nice warm shower Y/n was making his way back to his room only to see Ghost again this time with Soap. Y/n eyes stared at the two Ghosts mask moved up slightly with Soaps thumb as Soap kissed the lieutenant deeply holding the back of his head to deepen it more as if never wanting to let go. They made soft noises as they kissed. Y/n watched for a moment It shouldn’t have hurt he knew that the two had something going on just didn’t know it was that, the best course of action was to quickly turn around and go somewhere else y/n had some thinking to do he felt like an idiot after all it was stupid he like Soap it was so stupid that he thought he had a chance with him. Soap was a catch sweet charming easy to talk to and get along with, and a lovely smile.

Soap pulled away from Ghost he licked his lips in the process. He didn't notice that you were there to see both of them kissing.”Johnny can we talk about Y/n for a bit.” Ghost asked, they moved into their bedroom for more privacy.” What about Y/n Simon?” Soap said as he ran his fungers down Simon’s chest.” Were you joking about sleeping with him, be honest with me Johnny.” Simon spoke his dark brown eyes looking into Johnnys blue ones.” You want to talk about sleeping with him? When you can be sleeping with me right know.” Soap spoke quietly. His eyes looking Simons body up and down.” Johnny be a good boy and answer me.” Simon said stoping Soaps hands from squeezing his chest. Soap let out a sigh.” I mean he’s small good looking wouldnt mind fucking that man. He’s quite you think he’s the type to whimper?” Soap said. Ghost took his mask off and threw it on the floor before pushing Soap onto the bed. His body hit the mattress as Soaps smiled and looked up at Ghost. ”You want me to find out if he’s up joining us huh big boy.” Soap said as Simon crawled on top of him.” More or less. I’m willing to share you, Johnny, if Y/n wants he’s a pretty little thing.” Ghost spoke. Before kissing Soap. “Until then why don't you have me?” Soap spoke as he hooks his legs around Simon’s body.

[yanderecookierunkingdom]

Silent Salt x readerrrrrr plzzzz

A reader that yapps about anything and everything and won't shut their mouth to save their life. Silent Salt doesn't mind it but y'know, sometimes it can be a bit toooooooo much

So one evening in your shared home you yap yap yap yap yap and don't shut up. Silent salt already had a very bad day and this wasn't helping. At first he could have tolerated it but after an hour he just got fed up with it and just wanted to shut you up

and by that I mean cuddles while pressing your mouth shut with either his hands or chesttttt

Do whatever you like with this request

Silent Salt Cookie loves you, he really does! Everything about you is enchanting to him. Even your voice.

But sometimes you just.. talk a bit too much. He can normally tolerate it, but he's had a long day.

You both were lounging in your home, with you on the couch talking away. And Silent Salt Cookie, bless his heart, tried his hardest to not do anything. But even the strongest of warriors can fall.

So, while you were mid sentence, he gently grabs you and pulls you close to his body, your face against his chest.

Luckily, you got the memo, and very quickly shut your mouth with a soft chuckle.

You wanted to tease him that all he had to do was ask, but you decided not to. He wanted cuddles, you'd give them to him.

[miranaisnotdead]

Introduction/What I'll post about

Yello and welcome back after the shortest hiatus on Earth! Because tumblr can not erase me :3

Fuck a normal introduction- We're doing this my way :3

Read below for a huge amount of information about thy reckless self of one called Mira- aka me

All of my other blogs :3

Important to know:

-I'm hungarian, I speak english and spanish fluently but I'm way more comfy with english :3 (I also know a good amount of italian)

-I live in Mexico, in Playa Del Carmen to be specific. And you might ask why tf am I giving out this info, well- no one lives here and I feel comfortable with it being out there, I'd also love to meet up with someone one day-

-I'm bisexual and polyamorous :3

-Unapologetic when it comes to my personality and style, I am unhinged and really weird which I do accept and I give zero fucks about your opinion :3 (except if I love you- that's different)

-I block VERY freely :3 I don't have DNI stuff, just be normal on my page and you'll survive (freaky things don't count, those are welcome here <3)

-I write fanfiction on a secret blog on here, and if I trust you and so on if you're really curious I can give you a link :3

Not so important shit:

Now I'm gonna go categorize all of this AGAIN-

Me:

Music/Bands:

AFI, Andy Black, Asking Alexandria, Ayesha Erotica, Baby Bugs, Badflower, Bad Omens, Bauhaus, Black Veil Brides, Bring Me The Horizon, Broken Wires, Cal1kath, Conan Gray, CORKY, The Cure, Daisy Grenade, David Bowie, Dead Poet Society, DeathbyRomy, Death Spells, Delilah Bon, Dénes Dávid, Depeche Mode, Escape The Fate, Evanescence, Falling In Reverse, Fall Out Boy, Frank Iero, Gerard Way, Get Scared, Green Day, Homestyle Dinner Rolls, HOWLEAN, Isabel LaRosa, Jake Webber, Jann, Jiinzo, Joy Division, Korn, Leathermouth, Letters For The Oddities, Lovejoy, L.S. Dunes, Luke Black, Mad About Marilyn, MANDRAGORA UK, Måneskin, Memphis May Fire, Mileo, Mindless Self Indulgence, Mirakill, Mother Mother, Motionless In White, My Chemical Romance, Negative 25, Nirvana, Palaye Royale, Panic! At The Disco, Pencey Prep, Pierce The Veil, The Relentless, RUWORR!ED, Sable, Set It Off, Siouxsie And The Banshees, Sleeping With Sirens, Sleep Token, The Smashing Pumpkins, Strvngers, Twenty One Pilots, TX2, Vana, Vass Geri, Victoria, The Warning, YUNGBLUD

Games:

Stardew Valley, Dave The Diver, Slime Rancher, Cult Of The Lamb, R.E.P.O., Don't Starve, Oxygen Not Included, Potion Craft, Despot's Game, Bear & Breakfast, Dorfromantik, Pony Island, Little Inferno, Minecraft, Gran Turismo, Forager, Gensin Impact, Life Is Strange, Olli Olli World, Beat Saber, A Way Out, Warframe, Five Nights At Freddy's, Tekken 7, The Forest, Bugsnax, The Long Dark, Detroit Become Human, Subnautica

Hobbies:

Crocheting, Writing, Reading, Diamond Painting, DIY, Gaming, Sleeping (yes it's a hobby shut up), Journaling, Theorising about my made up world and my made up people

Friends:

@lobot0mmy - Tag game moot <333 @sebbywebster - Gaming pookie <333 @daffodilrambles - United twinsies <333 @im-literally-so-dun - My wife and bbq grilled chiken <333 @shreysheep - Yappidy doo partner <333 @m1lkywaymikey - Writer bestie, and an overall religious happening <333

My tags:

#my yappidy doo - Anything that I yapp about, reblog or just I don't know, exist #don't question my sanity - Something questionable that I don't want you to question #mirana left the house yippie - Most likely pictures of me myself and dearest I #i love my profé - Talking about funny school stories #tagity tag tag - Tag games :3 #bbq grilled chicken <3 - My wife's tag #sebby being the sweetheart he is - Seb's tag, cause he's a LITERAL sweetheart #shrey and i's yappidy doo - Me and Shrey discuss something over reblogs #m1lkywaymikey blows my mind - Either fangirling or just random weirdness with da pookie :3 #lobot0mmy gets lobotomised - Tommy tagged me in a tag game, plus he's an icon, so why not :3 #the wheeze i whozed will be a tag from now on - Something funny I actually laughed on #me being gay over a straight woman - Talking about my life crisis because my IRL bestie kinda too hot to be actually straight #mirana rants about stuff - Me yapping way too much about my problems #gorgeous fanart - Any art or fanart that I'll reblog #being gay with Hanna - Me and my all time bestie (who only comes here so often) being gay or just absolute weirdos #jeyrard vey - Any post about Gerard Way #fhronkh eye'ruh - Any post about Frank Iero #moikey vey - Any post about Mikey Way #reiey touro - Any post about Ray Toro

That's all I actually remember about my original intro post- but I might add to it over time :3

[msiggyy]

The Brats Heart

Summary: Mahito shows up without an invitation at Choso, Hanami and Jogos house (again). Choso always fails to see why Mahito insists on visiting, especially when he’s home alone. All Mahito does is yapp his ears off. 

But little does Choso know…Mahito has more than ‘talking’ planned for his visit this time.

Art Credits: _satanISA on twt / insta ♡

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen

Relationships: Choso x Mahito

Chapters: 1/1

Warnings: Explicit, fingering, biting, anal sex, dirty talk and cream pie

Word count: 8,734

Characters: Choso, Mahito, Hanami and Jogo

Notes: Hi♡ I got this idea from a fanart photo of Choso and Mahito by _satanISA on Twitter/Instagram! This is a really explicit and detailed smut, so you’ve been warned (or it gives you more of a reason to read). I made Mahito kinda cute/soft in some parts, but he’s still very insane. BTW everyone is of age/an adult.

˚✩ ⋆｡˚ ✩ The Brats Heart ˚✩ ⋆｡˚ ✩

Choso lounges on the couch, feeling relieved that Hanami and Jogo have gone out for the day. He’s looking forward to just relaxing and enjoying his own thoughts for the rest of the evening, reading his new book. Choso may even have a nap soon, he especially can’t wait for that, he hasn’t had the time to have any lately. And the absence of the two other curses, also means he gets to stay in the living room without Jogos loud talking, and Hanami blasting some stupid show on TV. 

He takes a deep breath, nothing feels better than this. 

But Chosos’ thoughts get interrupted when there’s a knocking on the door, his ears perk up and he loses his place on the page. Maybe it’s a delivery? No matter, he’ll ignore it, he doesn’t particularly care. Especially if it isn’t his package.

Then there’s another knock, louder this time. He looks towards the door which is a hallway away, but not moving from his seat just yet. 

“Fuck me.” He mutters to himself.

When a third knock commences, he grumbles slightly, but doesn’t move. Why are they being so damn persistent? 

After a few seconds, the knocking stops and he relaxes again…until another strange sound comes from the door. It sounds like someone’s successfully unlocking it. It surely can’t be Jogo or Hanami, they would have walked right in…and he would have heard Jogos voice from outside. 

Before he can question it further, the door opens. 

Low and behold, it’s Mahito. He smirks at Choso from the entryway, his hand transfigured into a key. 

Choso looks at the other curse for a moment, unamusement washing over him. Having Mahito over was anything but fun, it’s always irritating. He doesn’t understand why he’s so obsessed with being a brat. 

“What do you want?” 

“I thought I’d come over and say hello, I heard the other two weren’t home.” Mahito says happily as he swiftly walks into the house, shutting the door behind him. 

“You know I don’t welcome it.” Choso states in his aloof tone, his eyes going back to the book.

“Mmm…and I welcome the idea that I can!” Mahito responds cheerfully.

Choso shakes his head slightly, an annoyed sigh coming from his lungs.

As Mahito wanders over to Choso he hums joyfully, before standing behind the other curse and leaning over the couch. 

“What are you reading?” He smiles a little too happily.

“Nothing to your taste.” Choso says without moving his eyes. 

Mahito then grabs the book from Chosos hands and flings it over his shoulder.

“You don’t need that! I’m here!”

Chosos hands fall to his lap and he responds aloofly. 

“Was that necessary?” 

“Mmm I think it was, you shouldn’t get distracted while guests are over.” He responds teasingly, his eyes lighting up with a hint of mischief. 

“Whatever.” Choso replies as he stands up, going to where the book was thrown. He picks it up, his slender hands moving over the spine, checking on every crease.

“I would have come over earlier…but I was busy. I have a lot on my schedule.” Mahito rambles, probably to himself.

When Choso turns back around, he looks even more unamused than before, not because he found any damage on his book, but because of what’s before him. Mahitos back is draped over the couch arm, his arms and head sprawled out over the seating area.

With a very heavy sigh, Choso goes to the other side of the couch and sits down again. Making sure to be as far away from the other curse as possible. But he can’t help but sneak a look at Mahitos’ adams apple, which at this angle, looks very prominent. Although he quickly averts his gaze.

“Come onnnnn Chosoooooooooo…I’m bored.” Mahito whines like a child.

“No.”

Mahito sighs, then a devilish grin appears as he claps his hands together. 

“Hmm…you like tea don’t you? Let's go make some!” 

“And why would I do that with you?” Choso mutters.

“Because!” Mahito states loudly, jumping off the couch and grabbing Chosos’ book again.

Before Choso can say anything more, Mahito merrily walks to the kitchen with his book. And here he was thinking he’d have a nice calm day, by himself, in peace and quiet. 

He doesn't move from his seat, yet. Instead of following the other curse, he closes his eyes and takes some deep breaths. But this peace is short-lived when he hears a ruckus. 

Not having much of a choice now, unfortunately, he gets up from the couch and meets the other curse in the kitchen. He assesses the situation with a quick glance, which honestly looks concerning. Considering Mahito hasn’t been here long.

There’s tea bags all over the floor, water splattered on the walls, honey dripping down a spoon and…his fucking book!

“Mahito, what in the world…what’s with the mess??” Choso says desperately, taking the book out of the trash and putting it on the counter. He doesn't even understand why Mahito gets under his skin so much, it’s unlike him to be so flustered. 

“Mess?”

“YES! Mess.” Choso runs his hands down his face. For gods sake, this curse is going to be the death of him. 

“I can clean it…Tea?” Mahito says while giving him his biggest puppy eyes. 

Choso looks at him for a moment before responding aloofly.

“Fine.” 

“Ah you decided to be smart for once! Now teach me how to make it.” Mahito grins, holding up a tea bag.

“I forgot you don’t do human things…just stay out of my way.” Choso says as he grabs the tea bag. 

Mahito sits up on the counter and smirks. 

“Hey, I do human things.” He says in a suggestive tone. 

Choso ignores his remark, not needing the explanation. So instead, he turns the kettle on, letting the water boil. All the while, Mahito stays sitting there with those sleepy eyes of his, taking in every movement that the other curse makes. Choso can’t help but feel slightly nervous under his gaze, it’s always so intense with an underlying sense of…nevermind.

When it’s done he pours the boiled water into two cups with the tea bags, making sure to be quick so that they can get this over and done with. Mahito gets off of the counter and goes over to Choso, putting his chin on his shoulder, smiling lightly. 

“Get off me, curse.” Choso says in an unamused voice, feeling anxious at the contact.

“I don’t want to! Watching the tea soak is better this way.” Mahito smiles, his hands now behind his own back.

Choso just huffs and rolls his eyes, crossing his arms. 

“Go clean the mess you made.”

Mahito whines but gets off of Choso, and starts using his hand to wipe the water on the walls.

“You know what, I can do it.” Choso tightly grabs Mahitos strong upper arms and leads him to the kitchen entrance. “Stay.” 

“Okayyyy…” Mahito says teasingly, his eyes heavily lidded. 

As the tea bags soak in the cups, Choso cleans up the kitchen. Putting things back and wiping the affected areas. He feels slightly uncomfortable as Mahito (once again) keeps his eyes trained on him, his heart starting to beat quicker than usual.

After he’s done, the tea seems to be as well. So Choso puts some honey and lemon in each cup, swirling it all around. 

He picks up the two teacups and makes his way to the dining room, making sure to grab his book on the way out. Mahito follows closely behind him, making sure to step on Chosos heels just because he feels like it.

Choso puts the mugs on the table and sits on a chair, and of course…the other curse sits right beside him. Going to the lengths of pushing their chairs together and humming happily. 

“Mahi-”

“Choso! Don’t tell me you don’t want me sitting beside you, we’re friends aren’t we?” He grins, sipping his tea, his eyes looking over the cup. 

Choso softly grunts to himself, knowing he won’t win. So he decides to cut his losses and start drinking the tea as well, opening his book to continue reading. 

Mahito grins to himself, knowing he’s won. As they start to drink in silence, Choso can’t help but ask the universe why he was stuck with such a pest.

But the peacefulness doesn’t last long, surprise surprise. Mahito gulps his tea down quickly, not even trying to savor any of Chosos’ hard work. 

Choso side eyes him slightly, and before he knows it…his own cup is quickly grabbed from him and the contents are swallowed down Mahitos throat.

“Ma-” Choso looks at him with a stunned expression. “What’s…wrong with you??” 

“What? Now we can do other things.” Mahito says cheerfully. “And you know, I should get you to make tea more often!” 

Choso tries to speak but can’t seem to get out another word, he can’t fucking believe what just happened. 

“You should be thanking me, you take too long to drink anything.” 

Choso scoffs, still very taken aback. 

“You know what, just put the damn cups away.”

“Okay!” Mahito grins, taking the cutlery in hand and leaving.

As Mahito takes care of the dishes, Choso stands up and stretches his tense joints, sighing heavily. Why did he go through all of that trouble and couldn’t even finish his own drink? Idiotic curse. He walks over to the window and looks out of it, watching as the birds feed in the grass. Choso tries really hard to imagine that he’s still home alone, until the other curses voice startles him.

“SO!” Mahito says happily, spinning Choso around by the arms to look at him, getting close to his face “I have a great idea of what to do next.” 

“Why can’t we just do…nothing.” Choso replies aloofly. 

“But why would we do nothing when we could do something.” Mahito smirks, slyly stepping even closer to Choso. 

“Because your something would be being a pest.” Choso huffs, feeling nervous at how close Mahito is, his heart rate speeding up slightly. Dammit, he hopes the other curse doesn’t notice. 

“Don’t worry, what I have in mind will benefit both of us.” Mahito giggles, getting even closer to the point where Choso can feel his breath.

“Ugh…jeez Mahito. When's the last time you brushed your teeth??” Choso coughs. 

At least that distracted him from the nerves. 

“Brushing my teeth? Why would I need to do that!” Mahito grins, tilting his head.

“So your breath smells nice!” Choso exclaims, taking a step back in utter disgust. 

Mahito ponders it for a moment, before smiling.

“Since you seem so…bothered by it. I guess I’ll have to.” 

“Thank you…” Choso sighs, feeling relieved.

He’s not even sure why he feels this way, it’s not like they’ll be sharing more air space any time soon.

As Mahito goes to the bathroom, Choso picks up his book (for the hundredth time) and lays back on the couch. He takes the deepest sigh of his life and engages himself into the book once more. 

But after a few minutes…he realizes something as he listens to the other curse brush his teeth. Mahito wouldn’t have a toothbrush here, or at all for that matter. 

Throwing his novel to the side, Choso quickly gets up and b-lines it to the bathroom. 

Fuck! 

He reaches the bathroom in no time, the sight before him being worse than imagined.

“Mahito! That’s my toothbrush!”

“So what?” Mahito glances at him, smiling lightly, his mouth full of frothy toothpaste.

“S-so what? You’re not supposed to take someone else's!” Choso sighs dramatically, rubbing his temples, feeling a headache coming on. 

“It’s just a toothbrush.” Mahito says innocently, not stopping.

Choso takes a deep breath. 

“Yes, but it’s been in my mouth. And it’s got my germs on it.” He tries to explain as calmly as he can.

“Ohh…so taking someone's toothbrush is considered gross?” Mahito questions, a slight smirk on his lips.

“YES! That’s what I’m trying to say. And anyway, you aren’t supposed to take something that doesn’t belong to you!” Choso says in an exasperated tone.

“Hmm…humans are weird.”

“You could’ve used someone else's, like Jogos’, and I wouldn’t have cared. But MY toothbrush!” Choso rants as he rubs his temple again. 

Mahito spits out the toothpaste and giggles. 

“Maybe I just wanted to taste you.” 

Chosos’ face immediately turns bright red. 

“W-what? That’s…that’s not…you know what, never mind! Your mind is so twisted!” 

Mahito starts laughing hysterically. So Choso turns away and goes halfway back down the hallway, then stops in his tracks. What Mahito said just sunk in a little further. He stomps back to the other curse who’s standing there with a smug grin on his face, still laughing. 

“Wait…hold on. You wanted to TASTE me?? What the hell does that mean?” 

Mahito cheerfully puts the toothbrush where it was first located, turning to Choso. 

“It means…I wanted to taste you.” 

Choso stands stunned for a moment, his face getting hotter, his heartbeat quickening. 

“But you…I mean…that’s so gross! And I don’t think that’s even possible…”

“Well since it’s your toothbrush, it would taste like you!” Mahito giggles, getting close to Choso again. 

“You’re sick.” 

Mahito just giggles and leans in closer to the other curses face. 

“I can still taste you in my mouth.” He says before sticking his long pierced tongue out. 

Chosos’ face gets even redder than before. 

“Mah-...don't stick your tongue out like that!” 

Mahito laughs again, clearly enjoying himself.

“I don’t want you near my stuff, especially my toothbrush, ever again. Okay?” He glares at the best of his abilities.

The other curse just pouts, his eyes growing bigger. 

“Don’t pout at me! I swear to god, Mahito. I will punch you!” Choso says in an exasperated tone.

Mahito leans toward Choso even more, with a sly smile. 

“If you punch me…I’ll get turned on.” 

Chosos’ face goes impossibly red. 

“H-huh??”

“If you punch me I’-” 

“I heard what you said! Just sh-shut up…” Choso mutters, looking away.

Mahito tilts his face with a smirk. 

“Your face is all red.” 

“Ugh…I need some water to…nevermind.” Choso promptly hurries back to the kitchen. Mahito giggles as he watches the other curse leave and naturally…decides to follow him.

As Choso searches through the cabinets, Mahito leans on the wall with his arms crossed and a satisfied grin on his face. 

A glass gets slammed onto the counter and water gets poured in, Choso takes a big gulp of it and puts the cup back down. He needs to calm down, immediately. Mahito plays dirty games and he’s not about to get drawn in.

Mahito gets a wicked grin on his face. 

“Hey…Choso? Could I have some ice cream?”

“Yeah w-whatever…” Choso mutters, before taking a deep breath to calm his poor heart. 

With a confident smirk, Mahito walks to the freezer and opens it, taking out the big tub of Strawberry ice cream, before rummaging in the drawer for a spoon.

Choso sighs to himself and looks down at his cup, his cheeks still slightly red but fading for now. He can’t let the other curse know he’s so affected, even though it’s too late now, he doesn’t want to further enforce it. 

Mahito opens the ice cream and immediately starts eating, shoving huge spoonfuls into his mouth. Choso can’t help but observe how the other curse inhales the food.

“Y-you eat like a pig…” Choso mutters, watching as another spoonful gets pushed down his throat. 

The other curse just laughs with his mouth full and continues. 

But after a few minutes he slows down, setting the container to the side, the spoon completely covered with ice cream. Choso seriously doesn’t understand how that curse is an adult, everything he does and touches becomes a mess.

Mahito then locks eyes with Choso, and he lightly smirks to himself. He begins to slowly move his tongue over the spoon, making his movements deliberate and sensual, licking up the contents left behind. Chosos’ face starts to heat up again, but he doesn’t look away, he can’t. He can’t tear his eyes from the other curses tongue, his mouth going dry. Dammit, the slowed heart rate he fought so hard to maintain begins to pick up again. 

The longer Choso stares, the more daring the other curse gets. Mahito begins opening his mouth wider, his long tongue caressing the spoon and licking up the ice cream. He then inserts the spoon into his mouth, his tongue flicking and his mouth sucking on it. 

Chosos’ face is officially back to tomato red, his breathing getting slightly uneven. As the other curse continues, he suddenly feels something hot pool in his stomach and a stirring at his groin, shit shit shit! He cannot, under any circumstance, show that he’s affected by that. And this is definitely not the time to get hard, especially in front of Mahito…and because of Mahito. This is just…a sick game of his, one that Choso doesn’t want to lose. 

Mahito then goes to a halt and throws the spoon into the sink. 

“Mmm, yummy!” 

“Th-that’s all you’re gonna say??” Choso blinks, his voice a little breathless.

“Yeah?” Mahito smiles innocently, going back to leaning against the wall.

Choso stands there, unsure of what to do. 

“You can’t just-…what was that??” 

“What was what?” Mahito Hums.

“That. Y-you…you were doing things with your tongue like-”

“Liiiiike?” Mahito says teasingly.

“Like you were trying to…umm…turnmeon…” Choso mutters the last part and he looks away. He immediately regrets saying that.

“Well? Were you?” Mahito says as he tilts his head. 

Chosos’ face goes even redder. 

“Wh-what?? Of course not! Don’t be r-ridiculous.” 

Mahito chuckles and extends his arm, transfiguring it to make it longer, grabbing Choso by the collar and bringing him towards himself. Choso gasps as he gets pulled, now an arms length away. 

“Are you sure? Cause your breathing and flushed face tells me a delicious story.” Mahito says with a giggle, removing his hand from Chosos’ collar.

“It’s just w-warm in here, that’s all.” Choso mutters, turning to leave but Mahito grabs his collar again. 

“Uh uh…you can’t run away this time.” Mahito grins, pulling Choso close to himself so that they’re only a few inches apart. 

Choso swallows, his head feeling dizzy, his dick growing slightly harder.

“I’ll ask you again, and this time be honest. Did. I. Turn. You. On?” 

“U-uhmm…y-yeah…” Choso mutters quickly. God, why did he say that? Why did he just admit that?? 

Mahito grins widely, bringing Choso closer to himself so that their bodies are touching. 

“I knew it.”

Chosos breathing gets a little heavier, feeling Mahitos strong muscles against his own makes his body yearn for more contact. 

“O-okay…are you gonna let go of me now?” 

“Mmm I don’t think I will, you look much better up close.” Mahito smirks, then drops his voice to a lower tone. “Unless you want me to.” 

“Uhh…I-...”

“Come on, work those pretty lips of yours and use your words.”

“N-no…I don't want you to.” Choso immediately looks away. He can’t believe he said that as well…what’s wrong with him today. 

“Perfect!” Mahito chirps, then promptly snakes his arm around Mahitos waist, letting go of his collar once more. 

Choso feels a shiver run through him at the action, swallowing hard. But then that’s when he feels it…Mahitos heartbeat, his eyes grow wide. It’s fast, matching his own. Is he hearing things? There’s no way he is affected by the closeness, maybe he’s just imagining it. 

Mahito, who notices his wide eyes, just smirks. 

“You’re cute when you’re nervous.” 

“Sh-shut up…” Choso stutters.

“Make me.” Mahito grins, grabbing Chosos chin and turning his face to lock eyes again.

Chosos breathing quickens, a spark of desire shooting through him, and without thinking, he leans forward and catches Mahito in a needy kiss, his eyes fluttering closed. The other curse doesn’t waste any time and begins kissing him back, closing his eyes as well. A soft content whine leaves Chosos lips, he doesn’t know what’s come over him, but goddamn does it feel good to give in.

The kiss is softer than Choso imagined, he always thought that Mahito would be rougher and more aggressive. But this…this is much better. His arms wrap around Mahitos neck, wanting to be as close as possible, not even caring that the other curse will feel his bulge getting bigger by the second, rubbing against Mahitos’. The friction he’s getting with every movement makes him groan and his mind go blank. Nothings’ felt more heavenly than Mahitos soft plump lips, moving against his own so sensually. 

Mahito takes more demand, deepening the kiss slightly as his body heats up, making Chosos breath hitch. 

“You’re already so hard~” Mahito mutters through kisses, smirking lightly. 

Chosos eyes widen and he pulls back, panting, all of his confidence about Mahito feeling his length flying out the window. 

“Shit uhh-...”

“Quit being so embarrassed.” Mahito laughs, a blush covering his cheeks from their exchange, equally panting with the other. “I’ve wanted to feel it for a long time~” 

“Wh-what??” Choso breathes out, his cheeks flushing even more from his bluntness.

“Why do you think I visit every time you’re home alone?” 

“U-uhh…because you…because I thought you were just bored and enjoy pestering me!” Choso stammers, feeling an overwhelming surge of realization…and hope.

Mahito smiles smugly, the arm around his waist tightening. 

“That’s a part of it…”

Choso swallows, his mind dizzy. 

“T-then what’s the other part?” 

“I want you. And not just as a sex toy, even though that’s tempting, I mean romantically!” Mahito chirps happily, his confidence unwavering despite his confession. 

Chosos eyes widen as he takes this information in, his heart skipping a beat. No one’s been so upfront about it, although that part about being a sex toy makes him slightly nervous…considering Mahito could transfigure him. But he also feels an immense feeling of relief, a tense weight lifting off of his shoulders.

“I-I…” Choso begins. “Are you being…serious? Y-you…want me? Like that?” 

Mahito giggles. 

“Of course I do, silly! You’re the only one on my mind…and why do you think I tease you so much?”

Choso stands there stunned, looking into the other curses eyes, barely able to breathe.

“Don’t look so surprised, I’ve been dropping hints for months! You’re so oblivious.” Mahito chuckles softly.

“B-but I’m-”

“You’re what? Hot? I know, I’m pretty observant you know~” Mahito says with a low purr, his eyes hazy.

“I-I thought you saw me as boring?”

“You’re not boring, to me. You’re just serious! And quiet…and reserved…and cute…which is why riling you up is my favorite hobby.” Mahito says in a softer tone, his cheeks growing hotter.

Choso can’t help but notice how Mahitos eyes and voice soften when saying the last part. Maybe he was really being truthful, for once. And he’s also being strangely sweet at the moment, catching Choso a little off guard but not in a bad way.

“O-oh…”

“And the way you glare at me is very attractive, I’ve gotten hard every time~” Mahito smirks and he looks like he’s about to start drooling.

At least the sweetness was nice while it lasted. 

“W-well I-...” Choso stammers.

“You what?” Mahito coos.

“I get…hard…when y-you tease me.” Choso mutters out, his ears burning.

Mahito lets out a soft pleased groan, the arm around Choso tightening, his expression turning cocky.

“Oh? Seems like you’re not as serious as you let on, hm?” 

“Shush…you’re still a nuisance.” Choso mumbles, a smile tugging lightly on his lips and his words lacking any sort of bite. 

“Yeah? A nuisance that gets you hard?” Mahito says confidently before grinding his hard dick against Chosos’ groin.

Choso softly moans, his breathing picking up.

“You’re such a…hot…annoying…brat…”

“Would you like me to be your permanent hot annoying brat? Or do you not reciprocate my feelings?” Mahitos’ smile going back to soft, a gleam in his eyes.

Mahitos words make Chosos heart a little warmer, and he takes a shaky breath. 

“I don’t think I could get away from your brattiness if I tried…but, yeah, I…reciprocate the feelings, you dumbass.”

“Great! Now that we’re on the same page, can I go back to tasting you properly?” Mahito grins, his arm that was around his waist slipping under his shirt, clearly very impatient.

Mahito sure is to the point…how did they just exchange that they like like each other so casually?? He’s been wanting to make a move on Mahito for months. This is one hell of a day.

Choso swallows again, nodding slowly.

Mahito takes that as confirmation and smashes their lips together again, the pace more heated and intense than last time. He wastes no time and glides his tongue between Chosos lips, prying them open forcefully, slipping it into his hot wet mouth. Mahito lets out a groan, the feeling of their tongues tangled together making him hard…his dick eagerly pressing against Chosos groin. 

As they continue to heavily makeout, soft moans spill from both of their throats, their panting getting deeper. Mahito squeezes Chosos side, his hips grinding against him, making Choso whine desperately into the other curses mouth.

So lost in the kiss, they barely recognise the sound of the front door opening. But Chosos mind gets thrown back into reality when he hears Jogo speaking loudly in the entranceway, his eyes opening and growing wide. He quickly breaks the kiss and slams his hand over Mahitos mouth, who looks startled at the sudden movement but otherwise unbothered.

“Shit, they’re back home.” Choso whispers as he turns his head to look behind him.

Mahito grabs Chosos wrist and pulls it down from his mouth, he leans his head back, closes one of his eyes, and starts moaning loudly while holding up his middle finger. 

Chosos face reddens more than it already was, this time out of pure embarrassment. He clamps his hand over the other curses mouth again and glares at him, while Mahito giggles.

“Shut up!” Choso mutters desperately, still breathing heavily.

Mahito grabs Chosos ass and gives it a squeeze, making him gasp, his hand loosening.

“Lets go to your room, or are you too embarrassed to face them now~” Mahito says under Chosos palm, smirking.

“N-no I-...fine.”

Before Choso can react, Mahito tightly takes his hand and starts walking. 

Unluckily, to get to Chosos room they have to walk through the entranceway, which is making him really nervous…it means they’ll have to face Jogo and Hanami after that. And to Chosos' irritation, Mahito doesn’t seem to care. In fact, he seems to enjoy this immensely, like the sadistic curse he is. Hell…why does that turn him on so much.

They get to the foyer as the two other curses are putting their bags away. Jogo is the first one to notice the two and turns to face them. God, Choso prays that he doesn’t look down and spot their very obvious bulges. 

“Oh hey, what was that sou-” 

“Don't mind us, we’re just going to Chosos’ room so I can pound the daylights out of him! Cya at dinnertime!” Mahito exclaims happily (and loudly), while Choso covers his face with his hand, feeling utterly mortified.

Jogo stands there speechless, his mouth hanging open. Hanami stays silent beside him, looking slightly confused as she watches the two rush past. 

Finally, they enter Chosos room and he quickly slams the door shut. 

“What the hell is wrong with you??” 

“Whaaaaaat? They’re gonna hear us anyway.” Mahito says teasingly, dragging Choso across the room. 

“But you didn’t have to…ugh, nevermind. You’re impossible.” Choso groans, his cheeks still red.

Mahito roughly pushes Choso onto the bed, a yelp escaping him as he feels his back hit the mattress. 

“So…” Mahito grins eagerly, getting on the bed and crawling closer to Choso like a wild animal. “Would you like me to pound you?~” 

Choso backs up so that he’s resting his head on the pillows, and watches as the other curse climbs on top of him, his long hair surrounding Chosos face. 

“Y-yes…I would.” Choso trembles. And he can’t help but look down between them, his eyes immediately going to Mahitos huge tent at his groin. 

Mahito puts his hands by Chosos head, caging him in, settling between his legs. “Good, I’m very hungry and really fucking horny.” 

He dips his head down and connects them in a searing kiss. This time, Choso opens his mouth immediately, chasing the feeling of their tongues tangled together again. Mahito lets out a low moan as he feels their tongues sliding against the other, his thighs moving to straddle the other curse. 

Choso moans hotly into the kiss, his hands going to grab Mahitos' upper back. His pants seem to be getting more uncomfortable by the second, and there’s a familiar dampness accumulating in his boxers. Chosos’ entire body feels like it’s on fire, heating up quicker and more intensely than ever before.

Mahito breaks the kiss, and trails kisses down his jaw instead.

Choso gasps shakily, the feeling of them making him more aroused than before.

Mahito hums as he reaches his neck, hot open mouthed kisses trailing down.

Choso suddenly gasps loudly, feeling the other curses sharp teeth sink into his skin.

“Wh-what was that for?” 

“I wanna mark you.” Mahito says simply before he starts sucking on the area he just bit.

Choso softly moans, the sucking on his neck stimulating him further, forgetting about the pain.

“F-fuck…mark me all you want.” 

Choso continues to make sweet sounds as the other curse continues, his breathing shaky and ragged.

“Perfect…” Mahito mutters after a few more moments, sliding his tongue over the new mark sensually, getting another moan out of Choso. 

“Uh-huh…” Choso says breathlessly.

“We should get these clothes off, I’m getting too warm.” Mahito says with a wicked grin, sitting up again and looking down at Choso, his eyes dark and eager.

“Y-yeah, yeah…too warm.” 

Mahito, who’s gotten a little impatient again, begins removing Chosos’ shirt. He throws it to the side before pulling his own off, throwing that onto the floor as well. Choso can’t help but eye up the other curses nipples, Mahito has piercings on each one, making him even more sexy than before. And he has the urge to lick every abb on the other curses stomach. 

“D-damn…you’re so…hot.” Choso says breathlessly, looking over Mahitos bare torso, his dick throbbing. 

“I’m glad you think so!” Mahito grins, unbuckling his belt. “Looking at you makes me so fucking hard. That speaks for itself, I think!”

Chosos’ cheeks heat up even more. 

“J-jeez…do you always have to be so…crude.” 

Mahito just laughs, his belt on the floor now. 

“Get used to it, puppy~” He smirks and pulls his pants down, then grabs something out of his pocket before tossing his pants to the side.

“What did you pull out?” Choso asks curiously, trembling slightly from arousal.

“Lube! Obviously.” Mahito giggles, handing the other curse a small tube of lube as he begins to unbuckle Chosos’ belt.

“Wa-wait what?? Why do you have…” Choso sits up slightly, his elbows supporting his weight.

“I decided that I was going to fuck you today!” Mahito says gleefully, pulling down Chosos pants roughly and casting those to the side as well.

Now that they’re both only in their boxers, it’s very clear how tense and dripping both their lengths are. Choso can’t help but moan softly as his eyes trail down to the other curses groin. He’s rock hard, and he can see the tip straining through the fabric of his boxers, aching for friction.

“Y-you’re…practical, I guess.” Choso manages to say, his dick twitching. 

“I’m very practical! Now…wanna see my hard cock, puppy?~” Mahito grins widely, his hand slipping under his own boxers.

“Please…” Choso whines pathetically, his cheeks growing hotter at the language. 

Mahito slides his boxers off, casting them to the side, his length springing out with a string of precum dripping down onto Chosos stomach. 

Chosos eyes widen as he takes in the sight of the other curses dick…it’s big and damn is it gorgeous. There’s a few thin veins, stitches near the base and a red throbbing tip. He can’t help his eyes becoming slightly hazy as he keeps his eyes on the other.

Choso can’t help but softly moan, his own length twitching again.

“I’m gonna make you so messy.” Mahito smugly grins, grabbing Chosos boxers and slipping them off impatiently, launching them somewhere in the room. 

Now it’s Mahitos’ turn to look over the other curses throbbing member, his eyes seem to trail over every long inch of it, making Choso feeling extremely exposed. His cheeks heat up and he looks to the side, avoiding any sort of gaze.

“What did I say about feeling embarrassed?” Mahito coos, his body sliding down slightly to lay between Chosos’ legs, one hand on his thigh. “Seems like I’ll have to…relax you a little.” 

Choso moans loudly and falls his head back onto the pillows as Mahito gets into contact with his dick, slowly stroking it up and down. The tube of lube getting dropped on the bed beside him.

“Mmm, good boy. You’ve been too on edge.” Mahito giggles, his hand getting soaked with precum. 

“Hah-” Is all Choso moans, his back arching.

“So sensitive~” Mahito teases, his eyes on the other curses shaft.

“Haven’t….ah~...able to…touch myself…busy…” Choso pants.

Mahito giggles at the other curses barely coherent speaking.

“Haven't been using your sex toys?~” 

“H-how do you…”

“I looked through your drawers a while back, mmm what an interesting search that was.” Mahito grins, his hand still keeping a slow pace. 

Choso wants to get annoyed, to scold Mahito for his actions, but he feels too good right now, so all that comes out is a broken moan.

“Mmm? Not even gonna get upset?” Mahito teases with a smirk, his head lowering to Chosos groin, grabbing his thighs tightly and spreading them out. 

“Mah-…” Choso whines as he grips the bedsheets.

Mahito gives his tip a long, slow, lick. His eyes on Chosos form as he moans again.

“You taste good…” Mahito says breathlessly, his grin faltering slightly.

Choso lets out another pathetic moan, his mind clouded with pleasure.

Mahito gives his length another long lick, slurping up all of his precum, and swallowing. 

“Mhhnn~” Choso whimpers.

“I haven’t even properly started yet, dummy.” Mahito murmurs, as he begins kissing down Chosos' length. 

Choso squirms at the sensation, his panting deepening. 

“You know, I would love a mold of your cock so I can use it as a dildo~” Mahito smiles, kissing the other curses nuts.

“That would be…h-hot…” Choso pants out, despite the idea being interesting, to say the least.

Mahito begins licking on Chosos balls, groaning as he inhales his scent. 

Choso can’t help but pant heavily, feeling blissed out. He then yelps and looks down, Mahitos teeth sinking into his inner thigh, his eyes innocently looking back.

“Brat.” Choso pants, making Mahito giggle. 

Mahito sucks on the area, making Choso whimper again.

“I had to mark you where no one but us would see it~” Mahito says with a grin, before licking his way back up his dick, his lips glistening with precum.

“I should use you as lipgloss, as well.”

“You’re an idiot, Mahito.” Choso says breathlessly.

He smiles, then before waiting any longer, Mahito wraps his mouth fully around the tip, moaning softly. He sucks lightly as he starts to move his head, slowly trying to take in more.

Choso moans loudly and arches his back, his head thrown back and his hand burying itself into Mahitos hair. 

Mahitos body shivers as he takes in more of the other curses leaking length, letting out soft moans he can’t control, one hand grabbing a hold of the base. Choso feels completely wrecked as he continues his loud moaning, unable to hold anything back, as Mahitos tongue and mouth work him with ease.

Choso can’t help but gently guide the other curses head, although not forcing it. This spurs on Mahito a little more, his movements slightly faster, the bobbing of his head starting a rhythm. 

Soft moans fill the air, both of them addicted to the feeling of each other. 

Choso looks down at Mahito, who’s completely flushed and breathless, the sight of his own dick disappearing into the other curses mouth over and over again making him dazed. 

Mahito pulls out for a moment. 

“Hold the hair out of my face, Choso.” 

Choso immediately obliges, taking as much hair of Mahitos that he can.

“Mmm.” Mahito hums quietly, before going back down to keep sucking. 

“Your tongue…y-your mouth…” Choso groans, gripping Mahitos hair tightly.

Mahito hums again, the added stimulation sending a shiver up his spine. 

As he continues bobbing up and down, the sloppy sounds of the heavenly blowjob hit both their ears, making them moan. Mahito can’t help but go slightly faster, making Choso gasp, his breathing getting more ragged. 

After a few more moments, Mahito lifts his head and hazily looks at Choso, his smirk from earlier completely gone. A string of saliva and precum connected to Mahitos lips.

“I’m gonna fuck you.”

Choso gasps and looks down at Mahito, panting heavily. He doesn’t say anything, but just nods with a needy look in his eyes.

Mahito gets back on top of Choso, bringing the other curses thighs with him as he slides them around his hips. Choso feels his heart rate go up, swallowing from the nerves.

Noticing Chosos sudden shift of energy, Mahito puts his hands by the other curses head, his smirk lightly returning. 

“What? Never been fucked before?~” 

“Uhm…no, not exactly.” Choso mutters breathlessly.

“Ugh…fine. I’ll have to be gentle.” Mahito says teasingly, his haziness still present however. 

Choso shivers, watching as the other curse grabs the tube of lube and lathers some on his hands. 

“But first, I’m gonna stretch you out so I can fit my fat cock in you.” Mahito grins hazily, a wicked edge to his voice.

“Ma-Mahitoooo…” Choso groans, his cheeks flushing once again from the lewdness, making the other curse chuckle. 

“You’re so easy to tease~” Mahito says as he reaches his hand down to Chosos rim, lightly tracing it.

“A-ah…” Choso gasps.

Mahito slowly and gently inserts his finger into Choso, feeling how it clenches around him. He starts to slowly move in and out, making Choso softly moan.

“T-that feels…good…” 

“Wait until I fill you up.” Mahito says breathlessly, adding another finger and curling them to find the prostate.

Choso moans again, his hands grabbing Mahitos back. 

“R-right there…” 

“Right there, huh?” Mahito coos hazily, pressing onto the sensitive area harder.

“Y-yeah…ah~” Choso whimpers.

Mahito continues fingering him slowly until he feels like Chosos ready for a third, the added finger making his moans slightly louder.

“I could do this all day, puppy~” Mahito says hazily, moving his hand quicker.

“I-I-” Choso pants out, closing his eyes.

“You what?~” 

“I need you to fuck me…please fuck me…fuck me now.” Choso moans desperately.

“Mmm look who’s getting bold.” Mahito hums hazily, retracting his fingers and reaching for the lube again, sitting up straight.

Choso pants heavily as he eyes up the other curse, who’s once again lathering his hands with more lube. This time however, Mahito covers his dick and groans at the slick feeling of it, making Choso moan. 

“Hopefully I’ll be able to slide right into your pretty hole~” Mahito grins hazily, positioning himself above Choso again as he throws the lube onto the bedside table. 

“M-mhmm…” Choso says breathlessly, his length throbbing even more than before, his body shaking violently from arousal.

“So needy for me~” Mahito says as he grabs his own dick, lining it up so that his tip is up against Chosos rim. 

Choso whimpers at the feeling, his body shuddering at the slight stimulation, gripping Mahito tighter.

Mahito starts pushing in, slowly, groaning at the feeling of the other curses tight walls. Choso moans, his thighs squeezing around Mahito tighter, his fingers digging into his back at the sting. 

“H-hah…h-hurts…don’t…stop…” Choso whines. 

“I...won’t.” Mahito breathes out, his eyes closing as he keeps pushing in. 

Chosos body shivers in pleasure, Mahitos hard dick splitting him open in the best way possible. The deeper he goes, the more intensely Choso holds onto the other curses back, needing something to keep him grounded. Mahito goes to grip Chosos hip, while the other goes beside his head, supporting his weight. 

“Mmm, you’re so tight.” Mahito moans.

Mahito sheethes himself in further, causing Choso to gasp. 

“M-more…please…”

“More? I can do more~”

He manages to slide in all the way, his balls in contact with Chosos' ass. Choso arches his back even more and whines, his mind going blank from being filled all the way up, his nails digging into Mahitos back. Mahito lets out a soft grunt and closes his eyes, getting used to the feel of Choso around him. 

Opening his eyes again, Mahito leans down and speaks into the other curses ear with a low shaky moan. “God…you feel better than I imagined. You have no idea how many fantasies I’ve had about you.” 

Choso softly moans, trembling even more. He’ll have to ask him about that later. 

Mahito leans his head down and kisses Chosos neck, breathing heavily against his flushed skin. 

“Tell me when you’re ready…” Mahito hazily mutters between kisses.

“O-okay…” Choso whines, his breathing ragged and deep. 

They stay like this for a few minutes as Choso gets used to the size and feeling. Mahitos' hands idly caresses the other curses skin as he continues to peck his neck softly, breathing heavily as he adjusts to having Choso around himself.

After a few more moments, Choso mutters. 

“I’m r-ready.” 

“Yeah? Want me to slide my fat cock in and out of you?~” Mahito pants, his eyes hazy as he leans back out and looks down.

“G-god yes.” 

Mahito promptly slides out about halfway, then goes back in slowly, a groan escaping his lips. Choso clenches his thighs around the other curse, softly moaning. 

He does the same thing again, slowly and carefully, heavily panting.

“Good boy…” 

Choso whines at the other curses praise, his eyes shut as he gives in to all the sensations.

Mahito pulls out until his tip is the only part inside of Choso, before thrusting back inside at a quicker pace, making Choso gasp. 

“You’re taking me so well, puppy~” Mahito smiles hazily above the other, thrusting into him again.

“You feel so…good…” Choso whimpers, feeling himself clenching around Mahitos' big length. 

“Mmm…say that again, puppy. Tell me how good I make you feel when I’m buried in you.” Mahito groans.

“F-fuck…you feel…so…good…I love having you inside me.” Choso whimpers, making Mahito moan.

Wet squelching sounds begin to fill the room as Mahito gets into more of a rhythm, and the slapping of Mahitos balls hitting Chosos ass make both of them shiver. Mahito thrusts deeply into Choso, making the curse whine from stimulation, wanting it to last forever. 

Mahito leans down again, connecting the two in a sloppy and extremely messy kiss. Choso moans into the kiss, holding onto the other curse for dear life, his thighs shaking and head swimming. On the other hand, Mahito has lost his usual sass and brattyness, which makes Choso even more turned on than he already was. He is the reason why Mahito is being so behaved right now. Maybe Choso could experiment sometime, see if he can fuck the crazy out of him. 

The pace continues being slow and torturous, but so…so good. Mahito takes one of Chosos' hands off of his back, intertwining their fingers and pushing it onto the bed. Chosos’ breath hitches at the action, the other curse surprising him with his sweetness again. The intimacy of the moment increases along with the long deep strokes, adding more heat to their bodies. 

Choso feels Mahito throb inside of him, making him clench his ass again, making Mahito moan loudly into the kiss. 

“Yeah…clench around my fat cock like you mean it.” Mahito pants through kisses. 

Choso moans, clenching again. It’s safe to say he’s got himself a curse who can’t decide what emotion to stick with.

Mahito picks up the pace, his hips rolling deliciously into Chosos’ ass, changing the angle slightly to find the prostate as the two passionately keep making out. 

“J-just a l-little more to t-the-” Chosos’ cut off by his own moan, Mahito finding his sweet spot, his tip rubbing against it perfectly. His back arches further off the bed at the overwhelming stimulation. 

“Mmm…I love being inside you.” Mahito mutters hazily as he breaks the kiss, a long string of saliva connecting them still, holding Chosos hand tightly. 

Choso moans desperately, looking up at the other curse, who looks ethereal from where he lies. Mahitos’ face is flushed, his hair slightly messy and the way he moves his body is to die for. Choso could do this every day. 

“S-so…pretty.” Choso softly moans, his eyes completely glazed over. 

“Shut up.” Mahito mutters breathlessly, lightly smiling. 

“But you’re s-” Before he can finish his sentence, Mahito thrusts into him harshly, making Choso loudly whine.

“I said shut up…” Mahito softly chuckles as he heavily breathes.

Was he getting…shy? 

The thought of him making Mahito shy makes his arousal sky rocket, his length throbbing with more heat. 

“Mahito-” Choso whimpers. “F-faster…please…I can’t take it.” 

“Already so eager.” Mahito mutters breathlessly, untangling their fingers and bracing his hands on either side of Choso, gently moving faster. 

“F-faster…faster…” 

Mahito groans, the smirk on his face returning. “If I go faster, promise me you’ll cum all over us by the end~” He then rolls his hips at a much quicker pace than before, the more intense rhythm overthrowing the slow. 

Choso moans loudly, his nails digging into the other curses back again, the pace making him desperate. 

“My fat cock is all you need.” Mahito moans deeply, looking down at Choso intensely.

He keeps thrusting into Choso, watching as he shakes and moans underneath him, his own moans getting deeper. The two of them breathing even heavier than before, the squelching sounds getting louder, the smell of sex filling their nostrils.

“A-ah…Mahito-”

“You feel my cum, puppy?~” Mahito moans, his pace picking up.

“U-uh huh…I feel it…” Choso whines.

“That’s all because of you.” 

Those words send a thrill through Choso, that mere thought alone is enough to make his dick throb again. He moans desperately, clenching around Mahitos, feeling dazed. 

At the clench, Mahito speeds up once more and thrusts himself a little harder.

“Please please…Ma-Mahito…” Choso moans out, the stimulation overwhelming. 

Mahito keeps up his rhythm, not even stopping for a moment, both of their moans are surely heard down the hall by now.

Chosos’ moans grow louder, his body starting to tense from being near his release. 

“Haaa…f-fuuucckk.” 

“Your voice is perfect…” Mahito whimpers.

“Close…” Choso whines. 

“I want you to come all over me, cover me in your juices.” Mahito grins, a dark look in his eyes. 

He thrusts into Choso a little harder, making him squeal. 

“O-okay…”

“Mmm…yeah, you better listen to me.” Mahito purrs, his own breathing getting slightly deeper, a thin layer of sweat covering the both of them.

Choso feels his release coming quickly, his breath hitching and moans growing louder. The feeling of Mahitos dick going in and out of him like that, and Mahito talking so seductively makes his back arch even further up. 

“Look at me while you cum.” Mahito demands with a sadistic grin, making Choso look into his eyes immediately and moaning at the sight.

“Mahi-…” 

His body tenses, his body arching as he lets out the loudest and lewdest moan yet, orgasming hard. His cum squirting onto his own stomach and Mahitos abdomen, making the other curse moan at the feeling. Chosos body quivers from the aftermath, he’s never cum so hard in his life.

“Good boy…now I’m gonna pump you up with everything I got.” Mahito groans, his thrusting becoming quicker than before. 

Choso cries out at the overstimulation, his eyes locked onto Mahitos face as he gets closer.

“You called me a pig earlier, let’s see if I make a mess now, shall we?” Mahito pants.

Mahitos hips begin bucking erratically, his rhythm from before completely gone, his breathing deeper and faster. Choso whimpers at the sight of the other curse losing himself in pleasure.

“Make me messy…please.” Choso cries desperately.

“I’m gonna fill you up.” Mahito moans loudly, his body tensing as he nears his own release, sweat dripping from his forehead. 

Choso can’t help but whimper again, Mahitos big dick swelling inside of him.

A loud moan leaves Mahito as he orgasms, his body arching, and his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he continues to thrust, riding out his high. Mahitos hot cum fills the other curses hole, making Choso gasp in pleasure. 

Mahitos' thrusting comes to a slow halt, and he’s left quivering above Choso, his breathing coming out in gasps. He slowly pulls out of the other curse, both of them groaning at the feeling. Mahito looks down to Chosos ass, which has his contents leaking out of him and onto the bed.

“I guess I am a pig.” Mahito smirks tiredly, before collapsing beside the other curse, both of them panting heavily.

“Yeah…uh huh.” 

Mahito chuckles at Chosos attempt to respond before pulling him into a warm embrace, and Choso does the same, their heartbeats thumping loudly in their chests. 

They stay laying in each others arms for a few minutes, occasionally moaning from the aftershocks, giving each other soft kisses from time to time. Choso feels as if he won’t be able to move for at least a week, his body completely exhausted. 

After Mahitos’ breathing slows down, he squeezes Chosos' ass. He seems to have completely recovered already. Damn curse. 

“Was my cock good enough for you, Choso~” He says with a teasing smile. 

“Fuck you…” Choso mutters, still slightly breathless. 

“Mmm, but I’m the one who fucked you!” He giggles, nuzzling into Chosos hair. 

Choso can’t help but tiredly chuckle. 

“Fine then…yes Mahito…your uhm…cock…was good enough.” His cheeks slightly redden from the wording. 

“Good…and you know…I won’t go so easy on you in the future. Next time I’ll pound you like a piece of meat!” Mahito grins.

“Mahitoooooooo.” He groans, burying his face in the other curses shoulder, his face flushing even more. 

Mahito just laughs.

Choso tries to pout, but he can’t help the smile that forms on his lips.

“I can’t believe I’m attracted to a crazy curse like you, I must be out of my mind.” 

Mahito grins. 

“What if you are out of your mind?”

“Then…I don't think I care.” Choso mutters tiredly, making the other curse giggle to himself.

After a few peaceful moments, the sudden smell of dinner comes wafting into the room, making Mahito lift his nose slightly.

“Mmm I smell food, we should go get some. I’m starving after fucking you!” Mahito says chipperly.

“W-what?? No!” Choso says frantically, lifting his head out of the other curses neck.

Mahito smiles and pushes their noses together. 

“Why not?” 

“B-because…they probably heard us. It’s embarrassing.” Choso murmurs.

Mahito grins and gets on top of Choso, looking down at him and pushing down on his arms so he can’t move. 

“So what? I’m your brat now…aren’t I?” 

Notes: This is my first smut, so I hope it was okay! I didn’t get anyone to check the smutty part (my sister usually looks over my writing but I didn't let her read those parts) so, sorry for any bad grammar or weird sentences or wording.♡

[thenakedbloger]

YA ALL I’VE SEEN A REAL BIG SPOILER OF WAVE!! SURFING YAPPE AND I DONNO WHAT TO DO, I DONT WANT TO SPOILER ANYONE AND I JUST HAVE THIS INFO INSIDE ME AND I’M GONNA EXPLODE, I THINK IM GONNA FREEZE MYSELF UNTIL THE LAST EPISODE

to be continue...

[orangeoctopi7]

It’s Fine (It’s not fine)

@forduary week 1 is Hurt/Comfort. The one’s definitely more on the hurt side of things, but I promise there’s some comfort at the end!

Stanford Pines is six years old. He’s in his bedroom, reading quietly. He’s just getting to the climax of the adventure story he’s reading when his brother Stanley crashes into the room. It wouldn't normally be a problem, Ford is really good at tuning out the world around him while he reads, but Stan is complaining loudly.

“I’m booooooard!” The boy moans, grabbing onto the post of their bunk-bed and dangling off it dramatically. 

“Whaddaya want me to do about it?” Ford asks in irritation, not looking up from his book.

“Let’s go play on the beach! Or go to the comic store! Or… or something!” Stan suggests. “Anything but just sit around here doin’ nothin’!”

It was a hot summer afternoon. Ford didn’t want to go down to the beach or the comic store when he knew for certain anywhere they went today was bound to be crowded with people. He just wanted to sit and read in his room and enjoy some time to himself. 

“Can’t you go by yourself?”

“Are you kiddin’? Ma would throw a fit!”

Ford heaves a long-suffering sigh, places a bookmark to hold his place, and snaps his book shut before thumping it down on his bed.

“Well we don’t hafta go if ya don’t wanna.” Stan says lamely.

“It’s fine.” Ford assures him.

“Are you sure?”

“It’s fine.”

* * *

Stanford Pines is ten years old. He’s at recess, trying to lie low. Stan got held back for the whole half-hour because he’d been caught trying to sneak the class pet, a newt, into his backpack. This of course leaves Ford at the mercy of Crampelter and his thugs, who have little to no mercy on any given day. 

“C’mon freak, fight back!” The towheaded bully taunts him, holding Ford back by the forehead as he tries to struggle past the blocking arm for his backpack, held just out of reach. “I know I seen you taking boxing lessons back at Mel’s Gym!”

“It’s ‘I saw’ or ‘I have seen’, and just b‘cuz I’m taking lessons doesn’t mean I’m stupid enough to pick a fight I know I can’t win!” Ford protests. 

“Pfft, you’re no fun.” Crampelter scoffs, before grabbing onto one of Ford’s hands while he continues to reach vainly for his backpack. “But y’know what does sound fun?”

“Let go of me!” 

“Seeing how flexible your extra fingers are!” Crampelter starts to push Ford’s pinky finger back with his thumb, stretching it to its limit.

“Stop it! That hurts!”

But Crampelter just keeps pushing and pushing until Ford is sure some tendons are going to pop, when a shrill whistle echoes across the playground.

“Hey! Crampelter! Drop the freak!” The teacher on recess watch commands.

The bully finally lets go, and Ford stumbles to the ground, holding his injured hand close to his body.

“Here, lemme look at that.” the teacher pulls Ford’s hand away to check it. “Eh, ‘snot bleeding or broken, you’re fine.”

As they walk back from school that afternoon, Stan rants over and over that Crampelter Will Not Get Away With This, plotting various methods of revenge, most of them too fanciful to ever come to fruition.

Ford is silent the whole time, his gaze turned towards his shoes.

“Hey.” Stan suddenly stops his ranting and places a hand on his brother’s shoulder. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there to help.”

“It’s fine.” Ford mumbles.

“I promise I’ll try not to get held in for recess again.”

“I said it’s fine.” Ford assures him, knowing that hoping Stan won’t get held back from recess again is like hoping it won’t snow in January. Technically possible, but highly unlikely. 

* * *

Stanford Pines is fourteen years old. He’s a freshman in highschool, and he and his brother are in detention after he was caught letting Stan look off his algebra test.

It’s not that Ford has anything against sharing his answers with his brother. It’s not like he has any sort of moral high-ground here. It’s just that Stan is always so carelessly obvious about it!

“I said I was sorry, alright!” Stan hisses at him, trying not to draw the teacher’s attention.

“We’re not in middle school anymore, these things actually go on our record now!” Ford hisses back. “You have to be more careful!”

“Well maybe if you would actually slip me your paper instead of making me crane my neck over your desk! Nobody’s gonna notice if you hand your test in two minutes before everyone else instead of five!”

“That’d be even more obvious! Maybe if you wore your glasses for once!”

“Maybe I would, if you could hold your own in a fight!”

“What does that even have to do with anything!?”

“You don’t wear glasses in a fight, genius! That’s just asking for them to get broken! And I know I’m always having to step in and save your skin, so why would I even bother wearing them in the first place?”

“Hey!” The teacher overseeing detention snaps at them. “No talking!”

The boys shut their yapps and go back to studying, or at least pretending to study.

“I’m sorry.” Stan murmurs, once he’s sure the teacher is no longer paying attention to them.

“It’s fine.” Ford grunts back.

* * *

Stanford Pines is 17 years old. He is begrudgingly walking down to the beach with his brother.

“C’mon Ford, it’s October, there’s only a few more days of weather nice enough to work on her left! And the dumb science fair isn’t until April!”

“I still have so much research to do before I can even start!” Ford complains. “Not to mention procuring parts, testing different models--”

“That all sounds like stuff you can do once it gets cold.”

“I should be in the building phase by then!” 

“Alright, look,” Stan jabs a finger in his brother’s direction. “If you wanna spend the last few warm days of the year cooped up in the library, that’s your problem. But I’m gonna enjoy the sunshine and the beach, and finish fixin’ up the Stan’o’war. We’re so close, I can practically taste the treasure and babes!”

“...Fine.” Ford grumbles.

“No, no. You go do your nerd thing. I’ll put the finishing touches on this thing we’ve been working on together since we were pipsqueaks.”

“I said it’s fine.”

* * *

Stanford Pines is 17 years old. He’s just come back from the most humiliating moment of his life (thus far). He confronts his brother, the offending evidence crinkling in his clenched fist. Stan tries to play it off like it’s not a big deal. Like he expects his brother to say It’s Fine.

It is most definitely not fine.

* * *

Stanford Pines is 20 years old. He’s showing his new roommate around their humble apartment.

“I really ‘preciate this, Stanford.” Fiddleford McGucket tells him for the sixth time that day. “Most folks wouldn’t offer to put their TA up in their apartment, ‘specially not when you’re lucky ‘nough to get yer own place!”

“Well, I’ll be starting the Doctorate program myself, next year! That makes us equals, in my mind.” Ford says proudly. “And I’m happy for the company! The only reason I have the apartment to myself is because my last roommate and I parted over… differences.”

“Heh, you too, eh?” McGucket chuckles. “Least you weren’t kicked out, like I was!”

“Why were you kicked out?”

“Oh, several reasons. I think the robot in the kitchen was the straw that broke the camel’s back.”

Ford laughs. “Well, I for one would love to have a robot that does our dishes and cleans the counters.”

McGucket grins and leans against the table.. “See, I knew we’d make great roommates!”

Unfortunately, McGucket’s leaning is more than the wobbly table can take, and it tips over on its side, scattering textbooks and papers everywhere. The two friends begin cleaning up the mess, McGucket apologizing profusely. 

They’ve almost finished putting everything back onto the table when Fiddleford picks up an old photo of two little boys standing before a derelict little boat.

“Well bless my soul! Is this you, Ford?”

Ford’s heart skips a beat. He hadn’t realized he left that photo lying on the table!

“Ah, yes, that’s me. That was the day I decided I wanted to be a researcher--”

“And lookit this little fellah next to ya!” Fiddleford interrupts Ford’s soliloquy. “He looks just like you! I can’t believe I’ve known you for three years, and you never told me you had a twin!”

“Er… it just-- it never came up.”

“How in tarnation does yer own twin brother never come up?” Fiddleford asks incredulously. “So, what’s his name?”

“Stanley and I are not on speaking terms.” Ford says stiffly. “I haven’t spoken to him since I was a teenager.”

A multitude of expressions dance across Fiddleford’s face before Ford can hope to interpret any of them. “I’m sorry to hear that.” He finally says.

“It’s fine.” Ford says tersely, snatching the photo back.

* * *

Stanford Pines is 21 years old. He’s trying to get a good night sleep before his first dissertation tomorrow. 

Trying being the operative word.

The past year rooming with Fiddleford McGucket has been great, for the most part. Ford loves spending time with an intellectual equal. McGucket accepts all of Ford’s idiosyncrasies, and Ford accepts all those of his friend.

Well, almost all of them.

It didn’t take long after they started rooming together for Ford to realize one of the several reasons McGucket had been evicted from his last apartment had nothing to do with his penchant for robotics, and everything to do with his penchant for late-night banjo playing. As much as it cut into Ford’s sleep schedule, he didn’t have the heart to complain to his roommate about it. He knew he had plenty of his own bad habits that were difficult to deal with, like his coffee addiction, his antisocial behavior, his tendency to start a project and just leave it laying wherever he was around the apartment, and his few dozen subscriptions to cryptozoological newsletters.

The digital clock on Ford’s bedside table reads 2:20 AM when the music finally, thankfully stops. He sighs and turns over in his bed, hoping to finally fall asleep.

When he wakes in the morning, groggy as a hung-over sailor, Fiddleford at least has the decency to look apologetic.

“Sorry, did I keep ya up last night? I kinda got lost in the music an’ lost track of time.”

“It’s fine.” Ford mutters as he pours himself a large mug of the strongest coffee he can brew. This is the first roommate he’s gotten along with since… since he started college. He can put up with this.

“Well, if’n ya need me to, I can start headin’ up to the practice rooms in the assembly hall fer my jam sessions--”

“It’s fine.”

* * *

Stanford Pines is 31 years old. He’s spreading thick globs of slimy aloe vera on his hands. He’s been letting his muse take control of his body while he sleeps for about a week now. Bill says he’s not used to the limits of a physical human body. He’s injured Ford’s body just about every night so far, but last night, when he picked up the hot coffee pot by the pot instead of by the handle, was the worst by far. 

“This keeps on happening, Bill. You need to be more careful.” He gently chides his muse.

“WELL HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW THAT’D HAPPEN? WHY DIDN’T THE IDIOT WHO DESIGNED THAT THING INSULATE THE WHOLE CONTAINER INSTEAD OF JUST THE HANDLE? YOU COULD DESIGN A COFFEE POT WAY MORE EFFICIENT THAN THAT!”

Ford smiles, blushing. “Perhaps I’ll get around to modifying it someday. But for now, as I was saying, could you please be more careful with my body at night?”

“HEY, YOU’RE ACTUALLY LUCKY THIS HAPPENED. IF I HADN’T DROPPED THAT POT, I WOULD’VE TRIED DRINKING IT THE SAME WAY I DO IN MY NORMAL FORM, AND THEN YOU’D PROBABLY BE BLIND. SO WHEN YOU THINK ABOUT IT, YOU SHOULD BE THANKING ME!”

Ford pales. “Er, perhaps I should help you practice using my body first, just to decrease the risk of that sort of thing.”

“OH, I’M SORRY! DO YOU NOT WANT MY HELP? DO YOU NOT WANT TO ACHIEVE GREATNESS AS SOON AS POSSIBLE?”

“No! No of course not! That’s not what I meant!”

“DON’T FORGET, I’M DOING THIS FOR YOU, SIXER! I’M AN AGELESS BEING OF PURE ENERGY! THE ONLY REASON I’M HELPING YOU SPEED UP THE PROCESS ON BUILDING THE PORTAL IS BECAUSE I KNOW HOW PATHETICALLY SHORT YOUR MORTAL LIFE IS. YOU’RE JUST GONNA HAVE TO TRUST ME. OR ARE A FEW BUMPS AND BRUISES TOO MUCH FOR YOU TO HANDLE?”

“Of course not! It’s fine! I’m fine!” Ford insists, finishing bandaging his burns.

* * *

Stanford Pines is… probably 45? He’s not quite sure. He’s lost track of time after traveling the multiverse for so long, especially after the Do-Over Dimension.

He’s making his way through a crowded alien market, hoping to find something he’ll be able to use in his Quantum Destabilizer, and also hoping not to be recognized by any bounty hunters. It’s annoying, having to wear a hood and goggles and mask everywhere he goes, but that’s just the way it has to be now.

It’s fine.

It’s only until he can complete the Quantum Destabilizer. After that… it didn’t matter what happened after that.

It’s fine.

* * *

Stanford Pines is 62 years old. He’s sitting in a hospital bed. Despite what that may suggest, his life has finally taken a turn for the better. Bill is gone, Weirdmaggeddon is over, and, miraculously, no one died. Stanley was going to be ok. The kids didn’t hate him. He’s achieved his goal of destroying Bill Cipher, and survived! He’s fine. They’re all incredibly, wonderfully, fine.

The doctor is giving his vitals one last check before officially discharging him from the hospital. It’s obvious that under normal circumstances, Ford would not be leaving the hospital any time soon, but thanks to the incredibly persistent insistence of his family, and the fact that the hospital is already absolutely filled to the brim with people who were injured during Weirdmageddon, and the fact that Stanford was instrumental in stopping Bill, they’re making an exception. 

“Alright, you’re free to go!” The doctor finally says, handing his clipboard over to Ford to sign. 

“Hooray!” Mabel cheers as her uncle signs his exit papers. “Now you’ll be able to help us set up for our birthday party!” She slings an arm around his neck to hug him, completely forgetting about the thin layer of bandages around his neck. Ford can’t suppress a yelp of pain.

Mabel reels back, hands flying to her mouth. “Ohmigosh, I’m so sorry!”

“It’s fine.” Ford forces a smile.

“I wasn’t thinking!”

“Mabel, really, it’s fine.”

“Ford.” Stan says firmly. Ford recognizes the expression on his face from the last few days. It’s the look he gets on his face when he’s remembering something painful. “You gotta stop doing that.”

“Doing what?” He asks, confused.

“Saying ‘It’s fine’ when it’s not.”

Ford raises an eyebrow. “Stanley, it was just an accident. It really is fine.”

“Oh, yeah, of course this was…” Stan stammers, apparently coming back to the moment. “Mabel’s not-- this was just an honest mistake. But you say… uh, or at least, you used to say that a lot. Even when I could tell it wasn’t really fine. You gotta stop that.”

Ford shifted in his bed uncomfortably. “I’m just being polite.”

“There are ways to say things aren’t fine while still being polite.” Dipper points out.

Ford can feel himself flush. “I’m not good at that. I always come off as rude… or angry.” Saying it’s fine is just easier. He can just move on and forget about it. Control his emotions. Remove them from the equation for the time being, process them later when he’s alone, so nobody gets hurt.

Stan takes a deep breath before he speaks again. “You just gotta trust us, that we’re not gonna leave you just ‘cuz you get angry sometimes.”

Is that really what he’s been afraid of this whole time? That certainly seems to be a part of it, but not the whole. All the same, he does at least feel that he can trust his family. And he can try to be more honest with them when something is bothering him.

“I think I can do that.” he says as he gets up from the hospital bed, ready to go home.

[plu-mo]

wish my only fear was freddy fazbear

[m4tsuk4ze]

Naoyuta and why I can't stop thinking about it

Naoyuta ( Naoyuu / Yuunao ) is the ship between Naoya Kido and Yuta Matsukaze. Now this post will just be me ranting about Naoyuta and why people in the community should talk about it more.

[ Quick warning : I AM Yuta so I will be referring to myself in the first person during this whole post. Also, if you reply, please do not mention anything about Kosu/Yuu because I can literally explain how that's never going to happen and why I'm so uncomfortable about it ]

Part 1 : A Pair of Nerds

I ( Yuta ) am a surfer from Shōnan who was born and raised at my parent's surfing shop. Naoya is a surfer from Oita. Through dialogue, it's revealed that I've known Naoya longer than he's known me. Our first meeting was either at the cafe where he got Miruru merch from [ WAVE!! 4-koma ], where he met both me and Kosuke twice, but never had a proper conversation, we only told him that he can have our coasters and cards. Or at my surf shop, where Naoya came in to check out a necklace he saw [ Yuta Matsukaze - Analysis During Shop Duty ].

Our feelings towards each other are unknown, as the full relationship chart only says "?". Meanwhile, the character relationship charts have our opinions on each other. Though, from the mmm relationship chart, me and Naoya are shown to be confused with each other, "Miruru...?" "Megane character...?".

Part 2 : Next to each other.

As the 5th and 6th characters in the roster, me and Naoya are constantly paired together in promotional works and songs. Though, that's not as important as our actual relationship to each other.

We don't get to see much in the anime, though there have been a lot of interactions outside of it that shows that we're not as far apart as we seem.

From the [ WAVE!! 4-koma ], it's shown that me and Naoya has spent a couple of days together. In one comic, I was spending my whole day with him to figure out how he's so amazing at surfing. We ended up only watching anime, which made my notes fill up with data about Miruru. That databook was then given to Naoya. Something interesting is how the narrator said "There was no data collected, but the distance between their hearts did shorten."

On the game story [ Yuta Matsukaze - Analysis During Shop Duty ], I said a line that could be interpreted as falling in love or gaining interest, "At first, I was just supposed to guard the store. But before I knew it, I was..." In the same story, I also told Naoya that I've been watching him for over a year ( to which he called me a stalker, but that's fair i guess ), though it was Naoya telling me that he didn't mind me talking so much.

Naoya, meanwhile, doesn't give us much. He's said I was different on multiple occasions, on the character relationship charts ( which we will get to later ) and in the story [ Naoya Kido - The Secret of the Notebook ], where he said "…… Hinaoka-senshu is not ready yet. But Matsukaze-senshu is different." when it came to names for techniques. Naoya has also became really enthusiastic when I told him that I would probably move to Tokyo after high school [ WAVE!! 4-koma ]. We also got a close up shot of Naoya being worried for me during my heat with Fuke----

Also, a friend of mine theorised that the promotional SURFDAYS illustrations, the ways we're holding our surfboards are the way we'll hold our significant others...... So in terms of being next to each other,,,

Part 3 : Annoying?!

Now on to those character relationship charts.

On my relationship chart :

Y -> N : "He gets really excited when we're in Tokyo"

N -> Y : "I'd rather watch the latest Miruru episode than listen to your data."

On Naoya's relationship chart :

Y -> N : "His Miruru fan-ness gets annoying."

N -> Y : "He's a little different from the megane characters I know."

So yes, not that positive.... Though, despite me finding his love for Miruru a little annoying, it doesn't stop me from looking out for him. On the game event story [ Chocolate Securing Plan ], Nalu reveals that I've been telling him about Naoya. Nalu said that I told him not to touch the truth about Miruru, or basically, not to reality check him. This came up when Sho almost told Naoya about how fictional characters can't make real life chocolate.

Part 4 : Trivia and Hints

Me alerting Bill as to why Naoya isn't going to participate in the Forest Cup [ WAVE!! 4-koma ]

Me being the first to try and help Naoya after seeing him sad because the anime isn't going to stream in his city [ WAVE!! 4-koma ]

Me saying that I need Naoya in Shōnan after finding out how Naoya could actually make Kosuke take a break [ WAVE!! 4-koma ]

Me falling more into interest with Naoya after finding out how he is towards 2D and 3D girls [ Naoya Kido - 2D and 3D ]

Me itching to talk to him after seeing him at the beach [ Naoya Kido - The Secret of the Notebook ]

Me being the most worried when mine and Masaki's plan to give Naoya Miruru Dried Sweet Potatoes failed [ Naoya's Birthday Post 2020 ]

Naoya saying he doesn't mind that I talk a lot and that I'm just enthusiastic [ Yuta Matsukaze - Analysis During Store Duty ]

Naoya actually laughing and blushing at whatever the fuck I'm showing him [ WAVE!! Surfing Yappe!! Vol.2 DVD Cover ]

Part 5 : Yuta's Thoughts

Yeah so far it seems somewhat one-sided. I've shown a lot of interest towards Naoya in multiple different stories. Though there's much on him towards me. It's not something I mind though. In the stories, Naoya has shown to be kind towards me, though sometimes sarcastic and straightforward. He's a really interesting person and I'm glad that I could figure him out piece by piece. In the end, we still feel very far apart.

Yet, despite our distance and somewhat distaste for each other, we also have a lot of similarities. First of all, we're both described as nerds. But we also have shown to be the most perceptive out of the whole group, other similarities is that we can't seem to fucking shut up about our interests, and we also treasure our friends very much.

Part 6 : Final Thoughts

Anyways Naoyuta is a great ship, fuck you nerd x nerd is superior I don't want to hear anyone say shit about it. Also pink and green literally amazing, the colour palette is just spectacular, I cannot shut up about it.

This is dedicated to the first showing of Shonan the WAVE!! which will be streamed on the LOVE&ART official YouTube channel featuring both mine and Naoya's seiyuus, Yusuke Shirai and Shunichi Toki, on Friday 21st of May at 21:00 JST

Manifesting a Naoyuta drama but who knows.

Also WAVE!! Wonderful Party has a clip,,, It might be from a drama featuring the both of us or it could be something else. If it's the former then WHAT THE FUCK WHY DID I FUCKING MOAN AFTER NAOYA SAID SOMETHING ABOUT LAUNCHING SOMETHING [ CONTEXT PLEASE ]

Anyways have a great day, this was Yuta Matsukaze ranting about his own relationship and being gay as fuck so I hope you enjoyed reading it.

To leave off this post, I'll be sharing some art. And that's it, thank you for reading, goodbye for now!

- m4tsuk4ze || Yūta

Part 7 : Naoyuta so true

[trying-my-best]

Scp 035 x reader part 12

It had been three days since the breach and couldn't be more bored. You desperately wanted to go to 035's cell to finish up your painting. Sadly, because 035 left their cell they had been put an a short interview ban.

You remember Dr. Yapp saying that it would only be about a week. Apparently paperwork came before an interview.

You hopped up from your spot on the couch and went to the kitchen. You looked around and found some cleaning supplies. Doing something was better than sitting around waiting for time to pass.

You got the entire cell cleaned up and only two hours had passed. You groaned from how absolutely boring your cell was. Guess this is what it feels like to be a scp.

You grabbed your key card, you have had enough of being stuck doing nothing in your cell. You swiped your card and walked to Dr. Yapp's office.

You knocked on Dr. Yapp's door loudly. After not getting a response you knocked louder and yelled, asking if he was in there. A nurse from the medical ward came running up to you.

He stopped in front of you and tried to catch his breath. After a few deep breaths he grabbed your shoulder and started dragging you.

"Hey! What the hell?" You pulled out of his grasp and yelled at him.

"S-Sorry! But you have to come with me to the medical ward for a check up." You shrugged, you had nothing else to do.

You followed him all the way to the medical ward. He pointed to a chair in the corner and told you to sit down and wait for the doctor. From the corner of your eye you spotted a familiar face.

"Hey Bach!" You tried to get his attention. He looked up from his seat and smiled.

"Hey (Y/N)! What are you doing here?" Bach walked over to you and grabbed a chair.

"Just a check up, you?"

"Routine check up, same as you. They gotta make sure all the foundation's staff are in good health." Bach explained.

You and Bach talked for a bit while waiting for the doctor to be ready. Eventually Bach was called in and you were left in the waiting room alone.

You felt yourself start to drift off. "(Y/N)?" You almost jumped out of your chair.

"That's me!" You stumbled to your feet, still a bit tired. You followed the doctor to one of the check up rooms.

It was a normal check up, just making sure that you were in good enough health to work there. Then another doctor walked in and did a psych evaluation, simple enough.

The doctor's visit took no longer than four hours. Afterwards they had Bach take you back to your cell.

"Hey Bach, do you know if Dr. Yapp is in today?" You asked Bach when you were about half way back to your cell. Bach shook his head no.

"Thanks anyway." You mumbled.

When you arrived at your cell, you invited Bach in to watch some TV. He accepted, a bit to enthusiastic for your liking. You sat down on the couch and grabbed the remote.

"Anything in particular you want to watch?" Bach thought for a moment.

"Do you like dramas?" "Sure"

Over the next few hours, you and Back binged some random drama show you had never heard of. Bach was getting uncomfortably close to you. He even tried the fake yawn trick. Of course, that didn't work for you and you shut him down.

Bach was a nice guy and you enjoyed hanging out with him, but he was the farthest thing from a love interest. Bach, however, didn't seem to get that. Longing gazes, lingering touches, the whole nine yards. You decided that when the time comes you'll have to let him down slowly.

Bach soon had to leave for his rounds. You let out a breath you didn't even know you were holding when the cell door closed. You guessed that you were just that scared of confrontation.

You grabbed the remote. Tired of the badly written drama, you scrolled through YouTube to see what Youtubers had uploaded. They were better quality than whatever Bach showed you.

After an hour or so you got tired of YouTube. You realised that you hadn't eaten since breakfast, so you walked to the kitchen to see what you could cook for yourself, hopefully something time consuming.

A pizza sounded time consuming and delicious. You rummaged through the refrigerator and pantry looking for the proper ingredients.

You turned the oven on so it could heat up properly as you made the dough. This wasn't the first time you had made pizza from scratch so it wasn't to hard to get the dough just right.

You got the tomato sauce, cheese, and any other toppings you wanted and finished putting the pizza together. You timed it right and the oven buzzed right as you were ready to put the pizza in. It would take at least 20 minutes to bake fully, so you relaxed on the couch.

You jumped up happily when you heard the oven timer go off. You spent the rest of the night eating homemade pizza and watching TV.

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Y'all I'm really sorry this chapter is so short and poorly written. The motivation for writing kinda left me this week.....

[ozzy-bozzy]

man your anons weird

to you LMAOOO shut ur yapp you hooligan don’t make fun of them

[temilyrights]

the case of us (chapter six)

Jack Sloane x Reader

Word Count: 3432

A/N: Unsure on this chapter, probably not the best but it’s features a fuck ton of progress for Jack x Reader! Feedback is always welcome :)

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Chapter Five  Chapter Seven

The team had caught the case in the early hours of Monday morning. Lieutenant Natalie Simmons and her wife Paige had both been found dead in an alleyway, miles away from their home. It was plain to see they’d both been tortured; cuts and burns littered their half-naked bodies but there was no blood at the crime scene.

The Metropolitan PD had 2 cases open that matched what had happened to your victims, both in the last 5 weeks. It was always 2 women and the women were in some form of a romantic relationship. They all had substantial trauma to their bodies and cause of death had been a gunshot wound to the back of the head, but with little to no forensic evidence, the PD had been stumped and didn't resist when NCIS took the case.

Due to the healing time of some of the wounds on the woman’s bodies Jimmy confirms that they were held for multiple days. Kasie had the bullets but with no gun to match them too, they weren’t much use.

It doesn’t take long to discover all the victims had been to a nightclub a couple of nights before their deaths called ‘Honeydrop’. Ellie and Tim go to speak to the owner and any staff/regulars that were around. A member of staff confirms that all 6 victims had been to the club and she only remembers because they were all ridiculously drunk. The cameras don’t work so you have to rely on witness accounts. Customers confirm the bartender’s story though, saying they remember seeing Natalie and Paige stumbling out of the club on Friday night.

There are no disturbance calls or fight reports with the police and even the customers confirm that that sort of stuff never really happens around here. “Do you remember anyone creepy watching the girls the night of their disappearance?” Ellie asks.

“I mean creepy J was watching them, but he has a tendency to ogle the woman, he’s harmless though, just kind of a creep.”

“Creepy J?” The woman explains that he’s one of the bartenders, real name Jasper Yapp. Worked here the last couple of months and his wife Rachel had begun to start coming to the club every so often as well, usually Friday’s but recently Wednesday’s (Ladies night) as well. She doesn’t speak to anyone apart from Jasper though, usually just sits in a corner drinking.

As you look into Jasper the possibility of him being your perp heightens. He has a record for aggravated assault and was in prison for 6 months. He’d also been fired from his 2 previous jobs both due to anger problems. However, there was nothing connecting them to the case. They didn’t own a gun, owned no properties that could be used to hold victims, the only thing that even connected them to the victims at all was that Jasper and his wife had been at the bar all 3 nights but so had half the other staff.

With such little evidence, a search warrant was off the table and there was no point in bringing them into interrogation as you’d just tip your hand and spook them. An undercover operation seemed like your best option.

It was going to be you and Ellie but considering she’d been to the bar a couple of days beforehand her cover could easily be blown. Jasper wasn’t there when she went to the club, but it was possible another member of staff would recognise and expose her. So, the next option was Jack who jumped at the chance to go back into the field. 

----

“Hey, girlfriend.”  The teasing lilt in Jack’s voice makes you roll your eyes playfully, as you turn around to face her. You’re about to throw back your own witty comment but stop when you notice her outfit. You swallow roughly as your eyes trail up her body taking in every aspect of the look. She’s wearing black skinny jeans, with a white satin shirt that’s unbuttoned a tad deeper than usual, giving you a peek of cleavage. She’s got braces on, sitting across her chest and she’s currently fiddling with one of the straps absentmindedly. A gold necklace hangs around her neck and she has paired the whole outfit with a pair of black heeled boots. When your eyes finally reach her face, her makeup and hair in their usual style, you find a devilish smirk on her face. You realise your jaw is hanging open and quickly snap it shut. 

You clear your throat and try to fight the blush that’s forming. “You look good Jack.” 

Jack's eyebrows raise, smirk still present as she lightly bites her bottom lip. “Thanks. So do you.” You were wearing a black playsuit, pared with a chunky belt and your doc martens.

“Thanks.” You clear your throat again. Why was it so hard to breathe in here? “Uh, I’ve just got to finish fixing my makeup and then I’ll be out.”

“Ok. I’ll be in my office, come find me after?” You nod but don’t say anything else and Jack makes her exit, shutting the bathroom door behind her. You look back in the mirror and breathe a sigh of relief before going back to fix your makeup. Deliberately not thinking about the feeling currently shooting through your body.

—-

Once you’ve finished, you head down the corridor to Jack’s office. “Ready to go?” Jack nods, locking up her office and falling in step with you as you head down to the bullpen.

Torres whistles loudly when he sees you both. “Hot damn, you ladies dress up good!” You can’t help the proud smirk that comes to your face even as you roll your eyes at him.

Tim hands you each an earpiece so you can keep in contact with the team. Your wires have already been fitted. Ellie and Gibbs will be sitting in a surveillance van outside, listening to what was happening and ready to intervene if anything started to go south. Tim and Nick, staying behind at NCIS just in case. Normally you’d have someone else on the inside posing as a staff member to watch but as your suspect was a bartender, Gibbs had decided to play it safe not wanting to spook him.

“Alright babe, let’s do this.” You grin at the blonde.

“Yes baby,” Jack smirks back. You gulp at the words, ignoring the flutter in your stomach. 

----

The club is starting to fill up when you arrive. Jack squeezes your hand. “I’m going to get us drinks.” You nod, allowing her hand to slip from yours and begin to walk around the room taking in the space. It’s not too big. A bar sits to the left, filling the whole wall. Seating is dotted around the space with a dance floor in the back corner. You notice Rachel sitting at a table in the corner of the room. 

 “Yapp’s at the bar,” Jack whispers into your ear as she comes up beside you and passes you your drink. 

You hum. “His wife’s sitting at a table. 4 o’clock.” You both move to a high table a bit further down from Rachel, giving you both the ability to watch both her and Jasper. You sit there for a while, observing them. Taking it in turns to go up and collect drinks to give the illusion of drinking alcohol even if you didn’t take much more than a couple of sips. 

“She’s been watching that couple on the dance floor on and off for the last 5 minutes.” Jack suddenly speaks up. 

“Draw her attention to you.” Gibbs voice speaks through your earpiece. 

“May I have this dance, Jack.” You stand from your chair, doing a dramatic bow and extending your hand. Jack laughs.

“It would be an honour” She accepts your hand and allows you to pull her from the chair. You lead her to the dance floor, making sure you were in direct eye-line of Rachel and blocking her view of the other couple. 

You dance closely moving to the beat of the music. Jack’s hands move to the air as she dances, before running down and through her hair. Your eyes find Rachel, who has moved slightly her eyes back on the couple from before. The women are basically wrapped around each other and look like they are seconds away from fucking on the dance floor. You barely withhold your groan as you realize what’s going to have to happen to gain the woman’s full attention. 

You link your hand with one of Jack’s, leading her slightly backwards to block the view of the other couple again. You move your hands to Jack’s waist pulling her into you, your bodies now flushed together. Jack’s let outs a small gasp in surprise, a smirk tugging at her lips. “Ready to put on a show?” You tease and Jack smirk just widens, her hands snaking up to wrap around your neck. 

Your bodies move in sync as you dance. Jack’s eyes hold yours, sweat glistens on her forehead as she takes heavy breaths. Her hips keep pushing into yours as you dance and your hands are gripped around the bottom of her braces as you hold her against you. You watch fascinated as Jack’s eyes darken, she’s smirking and her head moves even closer to your, her hands leaving where they’d been loosely resting around your neck and finding their way into your hair. You can’t breathe, can’t do anything but watch the blonde. Her eyes finally leave yours as she quickly looks over your shoulder before focusing back on you.

“We’ve got her attention. Big finale?” You nod, unable to say anything else as Jack’s eyes fall to your lips and pull your head in closer to hers. It’s like time slows down as Jack’s lips brush yours and you instantly feel alive. Jack gasps and you kiss her harder. You stop dancing as you spend time exploring each other’s mouths with hot kisses. Your leg juts forward, sliding into the space between her legs, the denim of her jeans scratches across your bare leg and you feel her hands lighten in your hair. The rest of the world disappears as a moan rips from Jack’s throat and you feel a sudden heat shoot straight down between your legs.

It’s not until Gibbs’ voice rings through your ear with a grumbled “Y/N. Sloane. Sitrep.” You come back to reality. You jump in Jack’s arms barely refraining from yanking yourself away, at the same time, someone stumbles into you, spilling their drink down your side. 

“Shit!” 

“Oh, I’m so sorry.” Your eyes snap up to find Rachel and you let the kiss drift to the back of your mind as you fall back into work mode. She looks apologetic but you can see the ways her eyes light up in excitement. “I’m really sorry. Let me buy you and your” She looks at Jack, her lips slightly pursed “friend a drink to apologise.” 

“It’s fine, you don’t have-” 

“I insist really.” 

“Sure, okay.” You follow Rachel to the bar, interlocking your fingers with Jack’s. A determination is in Jack’s eyes that makes you smirk. You watch as Rachel orders the drinks from Jasper and barely contain from rolling your eyes as you notice his eyes trailing over you and Jack. They speak in hushed voices so you can’t hear them but you do notice when Jasper subtly drops something into both of your drinks. 

“They’re trying to drug us.” You whisper it into Jack’s ear aware that the team will be able to hear you too. 

”Be careful guys.” Ellie’s voice rings through. It was probably GHB or Rohypnol and why it was unlikely a sip would have any effect on your body it would be safest if you didn’t both drink it. 

“One of us needs to take a sip to satisfy her. You go to the toilet. I’ll take a sip and then come and find you.” You can see the hesitation in Jack’s eyes but Rachel’s about to turn around and she needs to move quickly. At the steel in your expression, Jack sighs, squeezing your hand and giving you a look that says be careful before quickly turning around and heading to the toilets.

Rachel turns around then, she’s about to give you the drinks when she notices Jack’s absence. “Where’s your friend?” 

“Oh, she just went to the toilet. She’ll be back.” You ensure, and there’s hesitation in Rachel’s eyes but she hands you the drinks anyway and just like you suspected she’s patiently waiting for you to take a sip. The cup is too full to do anything but take one. 

A satisfied smirk crosses Rachel’s face. “Again, I’m so sorry!” 

“It’s really no problem, thank you for the drinks. Now I’ve got to go find my girlfriend, check if she’s okay.” You wave goodbye to the woman and make your way to the toilets across the club. You can feel Rachel’s and Jasper’s eyes watching you the whole time. 

“How do you feel?” Jack asks the second the toilet door closes behind you. You roll your eyes at her. 

“I’m fine, I literally took the tiniest sip.” You move to the sink tipping the majority of the liquid down the sink before handing one of the cups to Jack. She’s about to say something else but then Gibbs’ voice is cutting in.

”10 minutes. Then lead them out the back. We’ll have to wait until they try something and then we’ll step in.”

“Got it, boss.” As you say it your eyes finally meet the mirror and you notice a couple of lipstick stains around your mouth from Jack’s kisses. You clear your throat, careful to avoid Jack’s eyes as you wipe at your mouth. You didn’t have time to focus on that now either. Later. Once the case was over. 

After you’ve finished cleaning your mouth you turn to look back at Jack offering a small smile. “Let’s get this done.” 

----

You exit the club stumbling around, Jack’s arm is wrapped around your waist and your head leaning on her as you walk. Rachel and Jasper follow closely behind you both. You exit right out onto the dark alleyway and slowly begin to walk down the road. You barely get a couple of steps before you notice the car sitting in the middle of the path. You signal to Jack and she nods letting you know she’s noticed as well. 

Jasper moves quickly, moving to stand in front of you both, blocking your route. “Can I help you?” You make sure your words sound slurred and Jasper just smirks. 

“Did you two want a lift home? It’s not safe to be out here.” Jasper’s voice is soothing and full of confidence and you could understand how people could have fallen for the trick. You can feel the presence of Rachel behind you.

“We’re alright thank you,” Jack speaks up, trying to manoeuvre you both around the man. Jasper just takes a step to the right, blocking her. 

“Really, we insist.” 

“No. I insist we’re fine.” Your response is curt and rude and you watch as Jasper’s lip curls into a sneer. You go to push past him and he grabs your wrist in a tight grip. Jack’s arms fall away from you as you try to pull your arm from Jasper's grip. He just tightens his grip. “Let me go!” 

It happens before Jack can move. You try to pull away again, kicking him in the leg in protest. He grunts in pain, snarling and before you can duck out the way, his fist flies out connecting with your jaw. You fall to the floor, gasping in pain as your head hits the road beneath you. Your head is already throbbing as you try to sit up. You can distantly hear the team descending on the scene as you spit out some blood. Your hand comes up to touch your lip and you gasp when you feel the cut. 

“Y/N? Are you ok?” Jack’s over in a matter of seconds, trying to stop you from getting up.

“I’m fine, just let me get up.” You whine, trying to push the blonde away so you can get off the floor as your head spins. 

“Will you just hold still a minute!” Jack snaps and you still. Despite your fat lip and headache you can’t help but smirk at the woman who holds your head in her hands, thumb brushing your cheek as she examines the cut.

She’s so pretty. Her hair’s a little frizzy from the evening but it makes her look cute. Your eyes find her shirt, you can see right down it and it gives you a perfect view of her cleavage. You quickly look away, swallowing roughly, and to Jack whose eyebrows are furrowed in concern. She always cares, it’s nice. You like when she cares about you, makes you feel warm inside. Everything about her makes you feel warm. When she held your hand, or smiled at you or got all excited, or when she was concentrating on something really hard and her eyebrows would furrow and she’d click her pen absentmindedly. Or how she was basically incapable of sitting on any surface properly, always without shoes and crossed legs. It was cute. She was cute.

And hot actually. The way her body had moved against yours tonight. That kiss you could have gotten lost in that kiss. You could do it again. You want to do it again.

No.

No. 

Oh no.

Oh shit.

“Y/N?” Jack’s beginning to get really concerned now. “Let’s get someone to check you out. Just hold onto me.” You allow her to guide you up and out of the alleyway as your mind screamed. 

You had feelings for Jack.

It made so much sense. Oh god. This was so bad. You couldn’t- nope! You worked with her! She was your best friend! This was so so bad. 

You allowed the EMT to do his examination as you sat in the back of the ambulance. You waved Jack off to go wrap everything up, unable to talk to her when your mind was swarming so much. 

Turns out you had a mild concussion. Not surprising due to your roaring head and the daze you’d fallen into that allowed your thoughts to spiral. The EMT gives you a couple of tablets to dull the pain and an ice pack to hold to your head. 

“Can I go now?” You beg, finally getting impatient and just wanting to go home and sleep this off.

“You’ll need someone to check on you overnight, make sure your symptoms don’t get any worse.” 

You roll your eyes. “I’ll be fine-” 

“I’ll stay with her.” Your eyes swing round to Jack, who’s back with a steel in her eyes that you know there’s no use fighting with. You try to anyway.

“Jack, seriously-” 

“I drove here anyway, so you can’t get home without a lift and Gibbs and Ellie will be heading back to NCIS.” Jack’s eyebrow raises, her eyes daring you to challenge her. Gibbs walks over then, coming to stand beside Jack. 

“Let Jack stay, Y/N. That’s an order.” 

You sigh, deflating as you give in. “Fine.” Jack grins brightly and Gibbs just smirks at you. His arm reaches out and you use it for balance as you get up from the ambulance. He surprises you then by pulling you into a hug that causes you to smile. He pulls away, making sure Jack’s got hold of you as he steps back completely. 

“You’re not to come in tomorrow.”

“Sure, ok.” You laugh, very much not going to follow that rule, as you begin to walk away. Jack’s arm is wrapped around your waist to support you and it’s sending butterflies through your stomach.

“I’m serious Y/N!” Gibbs calls after you. 

“I can’t hear you!” You shout back and you can hear Jack giggling from next to you. You turn to look at her, a smile coming to your face when you see the amused smirk on Jack’s face. 

“You are so not going into work tomorrow.” She whispers it into your ear, her hot breath tickling your face and you swallow roughly as the heat you’d felt earlier comes right back. You’re too consumed trying to calm the blush on your face to even come up with a response and Jack laughs. 

You were in so much trouble.

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[szofica03]

1. What is you middle name? Anna

2. How old are you? 25

3. What is your birthday? February

4. What is your zodiac sign? Aquarius

5. What is your favorite color? Steel-blue

6. What’s your lucky number? 13, like abviously

7. Do you have any pets? Yeeees. two of the cutes dog in the world. i miss them soooo much

8. Where are you from? lake Balaton :)

9. How tall are you? 1.73 m 

10. What shoe size are you? 39 in high heels, 38 in sport shoes

11. How many pairs of shoes do you own? pfff, i think too much for a girl with my income :D but come on, im a working girl, who need to be pretty in work. and in life. and everywhere

12. What was your last dream about? the latest what i remember was about my own flat.

13. What talents do you have? I can draw pretty well in my opinion, and I like to think, I can write as well

14. Are you psychic in any way? no

15. Favorite song? always find something new

16. Favorite movie? Star Wars

17. Who would be your ideal partner? i dont really have a type

18. Do you want children? if i found the perfect husband for myself and a perfect dad for them. ideally this two will be one person :D

19. Do you want a church wedding? yes...i think

20. Are you religious? Not really.

21. Have you ever been to the hospital? yes

22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law? nope

23. Have you ever met any celebrities? Yes

24. Baths or showers? Showers

25. What color socks are you wearing? gray

26. Have you ever been famous? no

27. Would you like to be a big celebrity? no, a famous scientist 

28. What type of music do you like? almost All kinds

29. Have you ever been skinny dipping? no

30. How many pillows do you sleep with? 1 for sleep and 2 for just being comfortable for using my laptop in bad

31. What position do you usually sleep in? I my side

32. How big is your house? 2 room, a kitchen and a bathroom. not big, but enough. and it is mine :)

33. What do you typically have for breakfast? coffee and some bakery stuff

34. Have you ever fired a gun? no, just with arch

35. Have you ever tried archery? Yes :D

36. Favorite clean word? halikra ( for saying hi)

37. Favorite swear word? kurvafaszba

38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep? one day

39. Do you have any scars? i speak only in sarcasm

40. Have you ever had a secret admirer? i dont know about it

41. Are you a good liar? yes

42. Are you a good judge of character? yes

43. Can you do any other accents other than your own? yapp. any kind of with my hungarian, but a few with english as well

44. Do you have a strong accent? i have only one specific

45. What is your favorite accent? british english oh dear...

46. What is your personality type? I’m noted. if im going in to somewhere, everybody will noted me. im loud, happy and love to talk with others. Also i have a jerk attitude, but my friends, knows it is just fun. or not. hahah :D

47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing? i have a Ralph Louren dress. i bought it in a second hand shop, but it takes more than 100 euro...

48. Can you curl your tongue? Yep

49. Are you an innie or an outie? outie

50. Left or right handed? Right handed

51. Are you scared of spiders? the regular ones, no...but i dont want to meet with those 10 cm ore bigger....

52. Favorite food? lecsó

53. Favorite foreign food?  finnifh smoked salmon

54. Are you a clean or messy person? clean, organized

55. Most used phrased? Szupkó

56. Most used word? halikra

57. How long does it take for you to get ready? Anywhere between an hour and five seconds, it depends on what time I wake up in the morning or where i should go

58. Do you have much of an ego? no

59. Do you suck or bite lollipops? i hate lollipops

60. Do you talk to yourself? obviously

61. Do you sing to yourself? in the shower :D

62. Are you a good singer? no :D

63. Biggest Fear? falling from somewhere high

64. Are you a gossip? i like talk about things...about people who i hate 

65. Best dramatic movie you’ve seen? 

66. Do you like long or short hair? long hair

67. Can you name all 50 states of America? no, maybe some of tham...but i can name all of the countries of Europe

68. Favorite school subject? history

69. Extrovert or Introvert? extrovert

70. Have you ever been scuba diving? nope

71. What makes you nervous? school stuff

72. Are you scared of the dark? no

73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes? yes

74. Are you ticklish? Sometimes, it all depends on my mood

75. Have you ever started a rumor? maybe

76. Have you ever been in a position of authority? yes

77. Have you ever drank underage? no

78. Have you ever done drugs? no, and i think people, who are doing it are pathetic

79. Who was your first real crush? 22 years old. i had my time :D

80. How many piercings do you have? zero

81. Can you roll your Rs? no

82. How fast can you type? average i think

83. How fast can you run? I’m alright

84. What color is your hair? light brown

85. What color are your eyes? steel blue

86. What are you allergic to? nuts, been

87. Do you keep a journal? sometimes

88. What do your parents do? my dad have a little firm and my mom is a history and sing tacher

89. Do you like your age? eeehhh

90. What makes you angry? loud music, dance, friends, long hugs with tall gays

91. Do you like your own name? yes. i used to hate it, and there is too many girl with my name, but this is my dads fav girl name and i have my middle name after my grandma

92. Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they? no, depend on the last name...

93. Do you want a boy a girl for a child? i dont think about this things

94. What are you strengths? Public speaking and small talk

95. What are your weaknesses? shut my mouth :D

96. How did you get your name? my dads fav girl name and his moms name- my oldaer sister has her name from my mom, so this is how it goes in my family :D

97. Were your ancestors royalty? not royalty, but nobel

98. Color of your room? light orange

99. Color of your bedspread? red, pink, orange

100. When am I going to empty my ask box? i dont even know what is it

[plu-mo]

i won’t tear off my lip skin i won’t tear off my lip skin i won’t tear off my lip skin i wont

[plu-mo]

i’m gonna ____ u p