#brotherly teasing

[ayyy-imma-ninja]

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“Is this the part where you interrogate me again?” he asks you. There’s amusement in his tone, yet his posture tells you he’s willing to comply. You nod, and he clicks his nonexistent tongue. “Boo~ And here I thought you missed me~”

You fight the corners of your mouth from rising as you give a roll of your eyes. “Standard procedure,” you tell him, plucking your handy notepad and pen from your coat pocket. “Just like last time.”

“Is it not procedure to do this at the station?” 

“That is the usual place, yes,” you say, giving your pen life as you swirl circles in the corner of the page to get ink flowing, “for officers to maintain control and ensure the safety of others.” You lift your eyes to him. “As someone who is qualified to do both, I trust you’ll keep yourself composed?”

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illustrations for chapter 4 below cut (tw for the first one, "blood")

[kybercrystals94]

Embroidered Skulls

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Febuwhump 2024 | Day 20 | Prompt 20: Truth Serum

Rated: G | Words: 1092 | A slight mishap leads to some honest answers. [Character Focus: Tech, Hunter, Echo, Crosshair, Wrecker]

I am steeling my little heart for season 3…so light hearted whump is being served here today ^_^

“Ah, you’re back,” Tech says, glancing up when Hunter and Echo clamber up the ramp of the ship. “Wrecker and Crosshair should be returning in short order as well.”

Hunter and Echo exchange glances, wordless communication flashing between them in microexpressions Tech cannot read.

“Did the extraction go according to plan? Were there any issues?” Tech asks.

Echo stiffens at the question, and Hunter turns away to drop the small crate of serum on one of the crash seats.

“It…went. It was fine,” Hunter says, his back still to Tech. “We’re fine.”

“We’re fine,” Echo agrees with a sharp nod.

Tech narrows his gaze.

“I mean…” Echo continues, looking uncomfortable. “We’re not injured. But there was a mishap.”

“Echo,” Hunter groans.

“A mishap?” Tech presses. “What sort of mishap?”

Echo shifts from one artificial leg to the other. “Well…”

Hunter spins around, pushing Echo aside. “We lost one of the vials. That’s all. It was destroyed.”

“One of the truth serum vials?” Tech keeps himself carefully composed. “Were either of you exposed?”

Hunter huffs, crossing his arms. “Were you exposed?”

“That is not a logical response,” Tech says, deadpan.

“Yeah, well,” Hunter sputters, “Why aren’t you answering the question?”

Tech rolls his eyes. “No. I was not exposed because I wasn’t there. I’m going to assume that you both were exposed which explains why you are behaving erratically.”

“You can’t tell Wrecker or Crosshair,” Echo pleads.

“Echo! Stop talking,” Hunter cries.

“You stop talking,” Echo shoots back. “You’re the one asking Tech if he was exposed to the serum you dropped half a klick away!”

“That’s because someone didn’t make sure the second latch on the crate was secure!”

“Oh, so it’s my fault?”

“Yes!”

“At least we now know that the serum is effective,” Tech sighs, picking up the crate of drugs to stow away before Wrecker inadvertently causes more mayhem.

“Tech,” Hunter cries, trailing after him, “is there an antidote?”

“The effects should wear off on their own with no detriment to your health.”

“But Tech…”

Tech locks up the crate and turns to his brother. “Hunter, do you honestly think I have an antidote to a newly discovered truth serum just lying around in the med kit?”

Hunter hesitates. “Yes?”

“That was a rhetorical question, but I appreciate your honesty,” Tech says with a barely concealed grin as he brushes past Hunter back into the main hold.

“Tech, this isn’t funny!”

“That entirely depends on which side of the argument you’re on,” Tech says. “And I’m sure that Wrecker and Crosshair will be on my side.”

“You can’t tell them!”

“I won’t tell them anything. The two of you on the other hand…”

“Maker, Tech, you have to help us,” Echo says.

A distinct voice bellows outside the ship, “We’re back! Did you miss us?”

Hunter and Echo give Tech an beseeching look, and he almost pities them.

Almost.

Wrecker comes bounding into the ship followed by the much more sedate sniper. Crosshair hits the control to close the door before turning on the group still crowded in the hull. “Is something wrong?” he asks, taking off his helmet.

“Why would something be wrong? Nothing’s wrong,” Hunter says quickly.

Too quickly.

Crosshair smirks. “What did you do?”

Hunter’s jaw tightens, but he keeps his mouth shut.

Crosshair’s gaze slides to Echo. “What did he do?”

“Hunter broke a vial of the truth serum,” Echo says.

Crosshair’s face goes slack with surprise for a moment before a wicked grin curls across his face. “Did he now? That’s unfortunate.”

“What does that mean?” Wrecker asks, looking concerned as he glances between the color drained faces of Echo and Hunter.

“It means that loose lips crash starships, Wrecker,” Crosshair says.

Wrecker looks puzzled for a moment before it clicks, and he smiles broadly. “Ah, I get it.”

“There’s nothing to get,” Hunter snaps. “Tech, get us out of here. We have a mission to complete.”

Tech nods and heads for the cockpit, Echo following closely behind him.

“If you think I’m going to help you not inadvertently answer incessant questions, you are mistaken,” Tech says, settling into the pilot’s chair and flicking switches for the startup sequence.

“How long will it take for this to get out of our systems?” Echo asks.

Tech sighs. “I may know many things, Echo, but even I have my limits. I would need access to the research and chemical makeup of the drug to accurately answer your question.”

“Give me your best guess.”

“You will not like it.”

“Tech!”

“I would estimate that you and Hunter will experience the effects of the drug for approximately one standard week.”

“No! You’re lying!”

Tech smiles. “At least one of us can.”

Echo drops into the copilot’s chair with a growl. “You’re the worst.”

Tech gets them situated in a hyperspace lane before a tangle of cajoling voices approach the cockpit, and Hunter enters followed by Wrecker and Crosshair. Hunter sits down, and turns his chair away from his siblings.

“C’mon, Hunter,” Wrecker says, “Don’t you want to tell us?”

“No!”

Crosshair chuckles. “He’s telling the truth.”

“Shut up, Cross.”

“But really, Hunter, we need to know…where’d you learn how to embroider skulls onto your bandanas? Or do you have them done somewhere? And if that’s the case, then where?”

Hunter decidedly keeps his jaw locked shut.

“It would be more effective if you asked the questions individually,” Tech offers. The look of utter betrayal Hunter shoots him is heartbreaking, but the engineer simply shrugs. “This is a research opportunity I am unwilling to pass up.”

Echo chuckles, drawing Crosshair’s attention. “You know something about this, don’t you?” he asks, pointing at the cyborg accusingly.

Hunter’s eyes widen, and Echo swallows.

“I’m not sure what you’re asking,” Echo says, evading the question carefully.

“Where does Hunter keep his art projects?”

Echo scoffs. “Hunter doesn’t do art projects,” he says, looking relieved. A fatal mistake.

“Where does Hunter keep his embroidery kit?” Tech specifies.

“In a box under the nav computer. There’s a hollow behind the main hard drive,” Echo says.

“Echo!” Hunter gasps.

Crosshair and Wrecker exchange thrilled glances before racing out of the cockpit. Hunter goes after them, ordering them to leave his stuff alone.

“How did you find out about Hunter’s sewing project?” Tech asks wryly.

“Eh, I found it one day when I was doing repairs.”

The two are quite a moment while they listen to the indistinct squabbling and laughter behind them.

“But really, Tech, how long until this stuff wears off?”

END

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[trashyswitch]

Secrets From the Sussy Notebook

SMG3 is trying to write in his diary...But SMG4 REALLY wants to read it! Will SMG3 be able to survive his brother's evil tactics so his secrets can remain safe?

I...am obsessed with SMG4 and the gang... AndImayhaveabitofacrushonSMG3...Oopsie... This fanfic goes out to @lokissed2025 and @anxious-lee-ler. They have been binge-watching SMG4 off and on for the last few days with me...and we have been CACKLING LIKE DOOFUSES! It's gotten to the point where Vel has changed our group chat picture to Mario as Blue, with the name "Chucklefucks" as the group name. SMG4, SMG3, Mario and the cast never fail to make me laugh. And now I've gotten them into the videos too!!! So, I hope you all enjoy!

[Dear Diary…] He scribbled in his purple diary with his pencil. He had only been writing for about 5 minutes before he felt someone watching him. He could see a growing shadow covering his own. He widened his eyes and paused his writing, as he feared who might be standing right behind him…

“Whatcha writing?” The familiar voice asked. 

SMG3 yelped and fell forward, dropping his diary in the process. He gasped with fear before grabbing his diary and holding it against his chest. “NOTHING!” He shouted to his brother. 

“Oh really?” SMG4 asked with a smirk, poking his leg. 

“I said NOTHING!” SMG3 threw him a kick before sitting up and scooting a couple feet away. “Go away!” He ordered. 

SMG4 had crossed his arms, still smirking. “So protective over a little book…” He taunted. 

SMG3 narrowed his eyes. “A little book?!” He stood up and smirked as he showed his brother the diary. “This ‘little book’ is filled with all my plans for destroying the world.” He said, rather proudly as he flipped a page in his book. “Only the true villains of this world can read my special plans for world domination.” SMG3 declared next. 

“Does your ‘world domination’ plan include…” SMG4 narrowed his eyes as he read the notebook title. “taking Egg Dog to the park?” SMG4 asked. 

SMG3’s face turned to shock and fear. “Wha-?!” He looked at his book and quickly closed the book. “NO! You-” He grumbled. “You didn’t read that.” 

SMG4 chuckled. “I wonder what other juicy secrets you like to keep in that diary…” SMG4 asked aloud. “NO.” SMG3 backed up, holding his book as closely as he possibly could against his person. “No one is allowed to read this. NOT EVEN YOU.” He warned. 

SMG4 rolled his eyes. “Like I’m gonna tell the world your secrets…” SMG4 muttered. 

SMG3 narrowed his eyes. “You’re not exactly good at keeping secrets…” SMG3 mentioned. 

SMG4’s face morphed into shock and anger. “Excuse me?! I have kept many of your secrets!” He argued. 

“Oh yeah?” SMG3 crossed his arms. “Like what?” 

SMG4 thought for a moment, unsure at first…

but the man quickly widening his eyes once he remembered one big secret he NEVER spilled to anyone…Mostly because he’s scared of the repercussions, but still…He never did tell…so therefore it counts. 

SMG3 could see the gears spinning in his brother’s head…and he could feel sweat developing on his forehead. “Wha-What’s with that face?” He asked nervously, adjusting his grip on his notebook. 

SMG4 was smirking and snickering a bit. “I have never mentioned how ticklish you are.” He mentioned somewhat quietly, as to make sure nobody else could hear him except his brother. 

SMG3 widened his eyes and felt the fear developing in his gut. “O-Oh-...” He muttered, unable to hide his slight embarrassment. “I…Okay…Okay, that’s true…” He mentioned, feeling his blush deepen. 

SMG4 started to walk up to his brother with his hands behind his back. “But why bother keeping your secrets if you’re not even gonna trust me with your diary?” SMG4 asked, his plan already being put into motion. 

SMG3 gulped as he felt the fear overtaking him. “U- SMG4?” He asked, visibly nervous. 

“Yeeeeessss?” SMG4 replied, walking to his other side, making SMG3 turn his head to the other side to look at him. 

SMG3 could already feel the butterflies filling his belly, making him want to giggle from anticipation alone. “C-Can’t wehe talk about this?” SMG3 tried to offer, backing up from his brother a little bit. 

SMG4 rubbed his chin with his fingers. “Hmmmmm…” He hummed rather dramatically. He looked at his brother as he paused his chin stroking, a smirk slowly filling his lips once again. The man just could not keep a straight face to save his life. “Nah.” SMG4 grabbed the purple diary with his left hand, and lifted it up above his brother’s head. 

Naturally, SMG3 kept his grip on the diary, refusing to let it go. “NO! LET GO!” SMG3 shouted at him. 

“Noooo, you let go~!” SMG4 poked his belly a few times and tweaked his left side a few times with his right hand. 

“aAH! NO!” SMG3 could feel a stupid little wobbly grin forming on his face. “Come on- EEEK!” He curled his body inward slightly, lifting up his right leg to cover up his side slightly. But the man was still holding onto his diary for dear life…and with his precious diary (and his hands) above his head, he was pretty much exposing his vulnerable spots for his brother to take advantage. “Duhude- EEHEEK!” He shrieked almost like a little girl as his brother poked his inner belly. 

“Really determined to keep that diary, huh?” SMG4 asked, both admiring and laughing at his brother for refusing to let go despite the tickles. “Well, I hate to break it to you…” SMG4 brought his open hand back, and wiggled his 5 fingers. “But I know you’re not gonna last very long.” SMG4 reminded him. 

SMG3 huffed and breathed in slightly, trying to calm himself down despite the adrenaline overpowering him. “You- You’re being ridiculous!” SMG3 argued, pulling on his diary. 

SMG4 raised his left eyebrow. “Ridiculous?!” SMG4 reacted. “What are you talking about?! This isn’t even CLOSE to ridiculous!” SMG4 argued, before changing his approach. “But THIS…” SMG4 brought his fingers up to his armpits. “THIS would be ridiculous.” He declared. 

SMG3 widened his eyes as he sensed his impending doom once again. “Ohno…” He muttered, getting even more nervous. Dammit, his brother knew just how bad his armpits were. 

SMG4’s hand made contact with his armpits, causing SMG3 to hitch his breath. 

“Kitchy~” SMG4 said, fluttering his fingers once. 

SMG3 widened his eyes and gasped. “OHGOD-” 

“Kitchy~” SMG4 fluttered them again. 

“eeEEEEK!” SMG3 squealed super loudly. “NONONONO-!”

“Kooooo~!” SMG4 dug his one finger into his armpit more. 

SMG3 threw his head back and let out a big fit of cackles. “GAHAHA- DOHON’T DOHOHO THAHAHAT!” He protested helplessly. 

“Don’t do what?” SMG4 asked him suddenly, stopping his fingers. 

Despite the embarrassing moment, SMG3 was able to pull himself together super quickly. “Dohon’t-...Y-You know…” SMG3 tried to hint at the word without actually saying the word. 

“Don’t do what?” SMG4 asked him. “What don’t you want me to do?” SMG4 was now pretending he had no clue what he was talking about. 

SMG3 groaned and leaned his head back. “You know what I mean!” He yelled slightly. The stupid word always made him jumpy and embarrassed, and he was embarrassed enough as it was. If he could get away without saying the cursed word, then he’d likely be able to survive his onslaught.  “Ihi really don’t!” SMG4 was silently laughing amidst the ‘argument’. “I just want you to explain what you don’t want me to do!” SMG4 argued next, still laughing a bit.

“TICKLE ME, YOU IDIOT!” SMG3 shouted back. 

SMG4 put on the biggest confused face he could. “...You want me to tickle you?” SMG4 asked. SMG3 screeched, realizing what he had said. “NO!” He shouted. “So demanding…” SMG4 muttered with a laugh. “If that’s all you really wanted, then here!” SMG4 declared.  “I’MGONNA- NO, NO-” SMG3 looked at the hand that was sitting dangerously close to his armpit. “You so much as MOVE An INCH-” SMG3 shrieked as his brother’s fingers immediately touched down. SMG3 threw his head back with a huge smile on his face, laughing rather hysterically as his brother destroyed him all over again. “DAHAHAhaha- DAHAHAMMIHIHIHIT!” He shook his head as his feet tapped and kicked. “LEHEHET MEHE GOOO!” He shouted. 

“Listen, I don’t know what you’re complaining about. I’m just tickling you like you wanted me to.” SMG4 told him rather calmly. 

“I’MGONNA KIHIHILL YOU!” He shouted amidst his laughter. 

“Nah, you wouldn’t. I know you too well.” SMG4 argued calmly with a smug grin. And just as SMG4 predicted, it only took another couple seconds for his left arm to drop down. He had let go of his diary in an attempt to cover up his armpit. 

SMG4 widened his eyes. “Uh oh! Left one’s covered!” SMG4 reacted, before looking at SMG3 with a smug look. “But it looks like the other armpit is completely freeeeee~” SMG4 quickly went for his other open armpit. 

SMG3 squeaked as he squeezed his eyes shut. “eeEEHEEHEEHEE! YOHOU’RE EEHEEEHEEVIHIHIHILL!” He yelled at him as he attempted to cover up his right armpit with his open hand. But trying to cover up your open armpit in this position, would prove to be an impossible task. 

“I’m evil?! That’s a serious accusation coming from you.” SMG4 reacted. 

SMG3 couldn’t think straight. It was too much! He hasn’t laughed this hard in so long! And it was getting to the point where his cheeks were starting to hurt! 

He had to think fast. SMG4 was really making him choose whether his reputation was more important than his diary. And by this point, letting go of his prized possession was looking pretty tempting. Was keeping his precious diary secret really worth the years of potential babying from others that might see him like this?! HELL NO! 

But right as he let go of the diary, SMG3 felt his knees buckle. He yelped as he felt himself fall backwards onto his back. Though the fall was slightly painful, SMG3 had curled up into a cowardly ball, his giggles still quite audible as he tried to wipe away the phantom tickles that continued to plague him. “Hehehe…hehehehe…” He giggled, hugging his knees up to his chest as he tried to cover up the rest of his stupid giggles. 

God, his giggles were the worst part of this whole thing…The laughter was one thing…the cackling is another…but GIGGLING?! No real villain giggles! EVER! It’s so mortifying! His giggles were too cute to even BELONG from a person like him with a villain complex. Thank GOD these walls can’t talk…

But his thoughts were interrupted by a flash of purple, followed by a little plop sound right in front of him. What the- 

SMG3 looked down at the purple item, and widened his eyes. His…diary? 

SMG3 looked up at his brother. “You’re…not gonna read it?” SMG3 asked him. 

SMG4 shrugged his shoulders. “I was tempted…” He admitted. 

SMG3 narrowed his eyes as he picked it up. “What…was stopping you?” SMG3 asked. 

SMG4 sat down in front of him. “The idea that I’d be breaching your privacy.” SMG4 admitted, looking a little guilty. “And truth be told…” SMG4 picked up his pencil and handed it to his brother. “I don’t want to break our trust.” He finished. 

SMG3 softened his expression. “Wow…” He grabbed the pencil and put his diary into his overalls. “Uh…” He bit his lip. “Thanks.” He said to him somewhat awkwardly. SMG4 was…being really considerate and understanding…it was kinda nice. 

“Besides…” 

SMG3 looked up and froze when he saw his wiggling fingers once again. “Uh oh…” He muttered. 

“I don’t need to read your diary to see how soft you really are.” SMG4 concluded his sentence as he skittered his fingers on his belly.

SMG3 squeaked and dropped his diary, curling up as even more laughter poured out of him. Only…this laughter was less hysterical, and more genuine. “HAHAhahahaha! Ihihi’m nohohot s-sohoft!” SMG3 argued.

“You say in the softest little laughter I’ve ever heard from you today.” SMG4 teased.  “Shuhuhut uhup!” He muttered. But his wiggling quickened almost immediately the moment he felt SMG4’s hands move towards the middle of his belly. “NoHO!” SMG3 squeaked and squealed as he tried to push his brother’s hands away. “Plehehehease stohohohop!” He shook his head, unintentionally knocking off his own hat in the process. 

“Oop-” SMG4 paused his tickling for a moment to grab SMG3’s purple hat. 

“Whahat are you-” SMG3 took in a few breaths before looking to see what his brother was doing.

SMG4 had put his purple hat on top of his own blue hat. “There we go.” SMG4 muttered aloud as he pulled some super cool sunglasses out of his overalls, before putting them onto his eyes upside down. “Feast your eyes on the coolest brother in existence!” He declared, pulling out another pair of sunglasses and putting them on upside down, overtop of the first pair. 

SMG3 had to cover up his mouth with his own fist to prevent from laughing out loud. For some stupid reason, the look of SMG4 with both hats on, plus the 2 pairs of sunglasses on his eyes…made him wanna genuinely laugh at him. He had a feeling it had to do with the tickling making him all giddy…but let’s face it…SMG4 can have his funny moments. 

SMG4 widened his eyes and widened his smirk. “Was that a giggle I just heard?” He asked, lowering his two sets of sunglasses while pointing to him.

SMG3 widened his eyes, visibly mortified. “Wha-NO!” He covered his mouth more. 

SMG4 raised an eyebrow. “Are you suuuuure?” SMG4 poked his side playfully. 

SMG3 heard a squeak leave his mouth, before he could prevent it. “NO!” SMG3 scooted himself away from him. SMG4 is NOT making him laugh like an idiot. NOT AGAIN. It should be SMG4’s turn to laugh and blush now! And SMG3 narrowed his eyes as he knew just how to do it. 

He smirked slightly as he cupped his own hands. “Hey Egg Dog?” SMG3 called. 

“Egg dog?” SMG4 reacted. 

Suddenly, his little egg dog popped out from behind a door. He hopped up to SMG3, letting out a little bark. SMG3 chuckled as he let Egg Dog hop onto his hand. “I have a little secret for you.” SMG3 told him in a baby voice, looking at SMG4 with the biggest shit-eating grin he could make without looking creepy. 

SMG4 raised an eyebrow, visibly confused. “Huh?” He muttered. 

SMG3 took his purple hat off SMG4’s head, and put it onto his own head. “SMG4 is a biiiig fan of neck kisses.” He told him. 

SMG4 widened his eyes slightly. His face went from confusion, to intense worry in only a millisecond. “Wh-WHAT?!” SMG4 shrieked. 

Seeing Egg Dog’s little excited jumps, made him feel more excited too! “Oooh yeah, it’s true!” SMG3 clarified. “And his favorite spot?” SMG3 added. 

“Don’t you DARE!” SMG4 attempted to go for his armpits to shut him up. Maybe with enough convincing, SMG3 might stop. But SMG3 dodged his brother’s hands and quickly fluttered his gloved fingers right on the correct spot. “Riiight here, I believe.” SMG3 showed his precious Egg Dog. 

SMG4 instinctively curled up, letting out the most high-pitched little squeaks. 

Seeing Egg Dog’s excitement, SMG3 smiled brightly. “Isn’t that fun?!” SMG3 asked him, absolutely loving Egg Dog’s reactions. “You wanna give him some love too?!” SMG3 asked Egg Dog in a playful, baby voice. 

Egg Dog barked and jumped even more excitedly! 

“Okay! Go on!” SMG3 replied, letting Egg Dog hop off his hand. 

SMG4 widened his eyes and shrieked as the little dog hopped onto his shoulder. “WAITWAIT-!” He protested.  

SMG3 was trying not to laugh too hard at his brother’s unusually lady-like reactions. “Don’t worry, dude. He’ll be gentle.” SMG3 reassured him.  

SMG4 squeaked as Egg Dog snuggled its ‘nose’ into his neck. 

SMG4’s reaction was almost immediate: A squeal had left his mouth as little high-pitched giggles erupted from his mouth. His grin had turned wobbly and crooked as he recoiled his body slightly, unable to handle the overwhelmingly ticklish licks on his exposed, shaved neck. “EEEHEEeeheeheehee! Hohohold ohon-” He covered his mouth in an attempt to cover up his squeals and little giggles. 

SMG3 let out a rather menacing chuckle. “And you said MY laugh was cute…” He teased. 

“Ihihihi- HAHAHA! Ihihi nehever said ‘cuhuhuhute’!” SMG4 tried to argue. “Heheehee- Ihihi sahaid ‘sohohoft’!” He corrected him. 

SMG3 tsked and crossed his arms. “You know, I was gonna let Egg Dog do all the work for me.” He admitted. “But since you’re being a smartypants…” SMG3 swiftly slid up behind his brother. “I think I’m gonna go for it too.” SMG3 gently took Egg Dog off his brother’s neck. “Here you go.” He put Egg Dog onto his shoulder before picking up SMG4 and skittered his fingers all over his upper sides. 

SMG4 guffawed and doubled over, feeling a lot more free to lose his composure once Egg Dog was off him. “NAHAHAHA! AAHAHAHAHA! JEEHEEHEESUHUS!” SMG4 shouted, collapsing to the ground. 

SMG4 and SMG3 had at least one thing in common when it came to tickling: They both weren’t very good at keeping themselves upright when being tickled. SMG3 could keep himself up at least a little bit…But SMG4 couldn’t even do that! And SMG3 knew this well. That’s how his brother was…and the best thing SMG3 could do was follow him down towards the floor. 

“You don’t mind if I just…” SMG3 brought his fingers up to SMG4’s neck and started off fluttering them against his chin. 

“eEEEEHEEEK!” SMG4 scrunched up his shoulders and curled up into a ball as much as he physically could. 

SMG3 sighed with a smile and let his brother go. He knew SMG4 couldn’t handle much more, and he didn’t really wanna kill him. Not today, anyway…

With SMG4 laying on the ground in a ball, SMG3 picked up his diary. He opened it up and flipped to a new page in his diary. Picking up his pencil off the ground, SMG3 started to write something new down. 

It only took about 10 minutes for SMG4 to get back up and see his brother writing again. “What are you doing now?!” SMG4 asked. 

“Oh nothing…” SMG3 giggled, continuing his cartoon drawing on the page. “Just writing about your most embarrassing little secret.” SMG3 admitted. 

SMG4 widened his eyes and gulped. “U-Uh…W-Which one?” SMG4 asked awkwardly. 

SMG3 smirked and laid himself onto his belly, actually providing SMG4 one single chance to see what he was doing. SMG4 hesitantly walked himself up, took one look at the drawing he had made, and gasped. 

Oh- 

“NO!” SMG4 tackled his brother to the ground, trying to take his diary from him. SMG3 held onto his diary as tightly as possible, while poking and prodding his brother’s most vulnerable spots. 

“What is going on in-” Someone called, before gasping slightly as she saw the purple notebook fall right onto the ground right in front of the person. 

“Meggy!” SMG3 yelled out. 

“MEGGY?!” SMG4 shrieked. 

But SMG3 tackled him back down. “Meggy, read it!” SMG3 told her as he went right for his belly. 

“NODON’T- aAAH!” SMG4 shouted. 

Meggy raised an eyebrow. What were they doing?! 

She awkwardly picked up the journal and flipped it the right way to look at the new page: It was a cartoon drawing of SMG4, with labels pointing to certain spots on his body. 

Meggy narrowed her eyes as an excited smile quickly grew onto her face. “Ohoho~ Is that so?” She mumbled to herself, lowering the book.  “NonononoNO!” SMG4 screeched and kicked his feet. 

SMG3 smirked as he poked his brother’s belly button. “You wanna help?” SMG3 asked, looking up at Meggy. 

“YES! Count me in!” Meggy reacted, closing the book and placing it aside to help SMG3. “Any spots you recommend I go for?” Meggy asked. 

SMG3 chuckled evilly, eager to get started. “I suppose a little lesson is in order?” 

[distantwoomi]

Grounded - Roseverse

Ink is young, troubled, and (most importantly) the "child" of two of the best "parents" ever. Error and Nightmare weren't his true parents, Error being his brother, but they were the ones who raised him. He was always thankful for that, despite all the conflict, there was always something good to take away.

——

Error sat in their living room, watching UnderNovela through a portal. He was starving! Nightmare took way too long to cook. Truly, it's been four minutes since he asked for food but being dramatic was his specialty. He groaned and leaned his head back, listening to the conversation between Asgoro and Sin. That was the only thing he could hear. Strange... It was never quiet, usually there would always be the pitter-patter of small feet running through the house.

Error stood up, confused. He looked around himself, not finding his little brother anywhere. He moved to their rooms and checked each of them, one by one. After the fruitless venture he heads to the kitchen where Nightmare makes supper, grilled cheese.

"Nighty? Have you seen Ink anywhere?" Error asked, slightly worried but also enjoying the relief of the quiet.

Nightmare doesn't spare him a glance, focusing on cooking. "I sent him outside, he tried to touch the stove. He went in the backyard."

"And you wouldn't send me to watch him?" Error's voice rose in volume. "You know he's finicky!" He recounted the many incidents that were because Ink slipped out of their gaze.

"You were watching your show, I didn't want to bother you." Nightmare threw his hands up defensively. A smirk forming on his face. Error lightly punched his shoulder causing it to drop.

He walked away and went to get Ink, opening their sliding door. He called Ink's name and received no response. He started to panic and looked around. Another shout of Ink's name had them falling from the comically large tree in their backyard. Ink lands on their stomach with a thud, they push themself up and smile. Dirt and mud scuffs their face and they try to wipe it with their palms, only smearing it more in the process. Ink stands up and rushes to hug Error. Error tries his best to hug back, Ink's backpack getting in the way of a complete hug.

"Thank the stars you're okay... You're supposed to tell me before you go outside!" Error scolds.

Ink tilted their head in response, confused. "Nightmare sai-"

"Nightmare's irresponsible! You come to me, remember!" Error interrupts rather loudly. Ink shuts their mouth and nods, not wanting to upset Error anymore.

The two head back inside, Ink's head hanging low as they hear Nightmare snickering. After a scowl on Ink's end they take a seat on the couch, Error telling them supper would be finished a few minutes.

"Oh, Error!" Ink stands up, trotting over to Error. Error gives them a suspicious glance as they take their backpack off.

The bag rustles and Error gets even more paranoid. "Ink, what's in your bag?"

They smile, letting a few words fall from their mouth. "It's a friend!" Fear flashes over his face at the response.

They open their bag and a squirrel hops out. In a flurry it runs around the room, climbing and jumping off anything. Error shrieks and attempts to run out the room, only falling after a few steps.

"NIGHTMARE!" Error yells, his voice dipping into a dial-tone as his glitches fizz wildly.

Nightmare rushes into the room as requested and slightly panics at the sight, trying to decipher what the brown flurry was. Before he could the brown flash hopped onto Error, getting another yell before a loud beep echoes through the house signalling that Error crashed.

Ink giggles at the whole ordeal, not understanding the situation. They hide in the hallway, missing all the action. Nightmare opens the door and chases the squirrel around until it scampers out the house. Ink frowns, seeing their friend leave, whining as the door is closed behind it.

Nightmare rushes over to Error, checking on the unconscious glitch. He lays Error on the couch, sighing when he turns to Ink. "You're grounded."

Ink stills and stares at Nightmare before breaking into sobs. He rushes over to the child and comforts them. He reaches his hands out before pausing, getting a curt nod from Ink before hugging them.

"Ink, I'm sorry but you shouldn't have brought a squirrel in the house. You scared Error to death!" Now it was Nightmare's turn to scold Ink. "No more TV or outside time for a week!" His tone and delivery was harsh, causing Ink to shudder.

Ink reluctantly nods and pulls away from the hug. They hang their head low and drag their feet against the floor, heading to their room. Nightmare sighs again as Ink leaves before heading back to Error.

A few minutes pass before Error wakes up and is greeted with a hand on his head, preventing him from sitting up. The two discuss the terms of Ink's grounding before a scent starts to fill the house. The scent if followed by smoke, and then the loud beeping of a smoke alarm.

Nightmare perks up at the noise and dashes back to the kitchen, seeing the burnt grilled cheese sandwiches sitting in the abandoned pan. He turns off the pan and opens a window to air out the house.

Ink runs out of their room, crying while covering where their ears would be. They blabber asking for it to stop. Error responds to their cries and goes over to them, placing a kiss on their head and rubbing their back.

As the house airs out, the siren dies down. Ink's cries slow before coming to a complete stop. Nightmare joins the two and rubs the back of his skull.

"Sorry, buddy. It's over now, it's okay." Error hushes Ink and sits them on the couch. Nightmare heads back to the kitchen, warming up leftovers from last night's dinner.

Ink takes a minute to calm down fully. "error... i'm hungry." They mumble in their small voice. "what are we eating?"

Error looks at them before smirking. "What do you think we did with the squirrel?" Ink's face is filled with fear as they start to wail loudly. Error panics and tries to reassure them. "I'm joking! We didn't eat your friend!" Ink doesn't listen and continues to cry.

Nightmare yells throughout the kitchen. "I let the squirrel outside, it's fine!" Again, ignored by Ink. They sit and cry all evening, missing their friend.

By the time leftovers were heated up, Ink had run out of tears. They shakily ate their food, not trying to imagine their friend on the plate. Error muttered crybaby under his breath, receiving a kick from Nightmare under the table. Error chuckles and stays quiet the rest of supper.

Look who isn't dead <3 We started writing this on 8/25 and finished it 11/4, extremely productive. Roseverse belongs to @coolingrosa, she's very cool and her art is amazing.

Original Error Sans belongs to @/loverofpiggies

Original Nightmare Sans belongs to @/jokublog

Original Ink Sans belongs to @comyet

[elitadream]

I’m just imagining the next day when Mario eventually returns home and explains to his brother what happened, and after the initial shock and getting confirmation that they’re both okay, Luigi will now have something new to tease Mario about when it comes to his crush on Peach😆 Like Mario could just say he’s going to bed and Lu will be like “oooh are you gonna go cuddle with the princess again?👀” you know, as any little brother would do lol

Oh definitely hahaha! 🤣👏

Mario would have no choice but to tell him everything, especially after a puzzled Luigi would see him returning home the next morning while eating breakfast, and realize his big bro actually spent the night elsewhere. 👀

I can only imagine how Drones would write this epilogue, omg! 😂💯 In my mind, Luigi would probably let out a conspiratorial gasp and enthusiastically hop out of his chair begging for details as Mario would vainly try to retreat out of the room, running a hand through his hair in embarrassment and shame. 😭

But as the good little brother he is, Luigi would know never to let the teasing go too far, and would immediately temper himself to give Mario space if he sensed that he was pained or really troubled. 💚

He would be really entertained by this latest development though, and would have to keep himself from smirking everytime Mario would so much as mention the Princess (or the castle. Or beds. Or sleep. Or anything else remotely related to that night! xD) for a while afterwards. 🤭

[forgetful-nerd]

Raph, Donnie, and Mikey after they discover Leo has teamed up with Karai and Shinigami to take out footclan bases without them:

[dindjarindiaries]

Senator's Shadow - Chapter 1

summary: Hunter briefs the squad on their new mission, though he’s in for a surprise of his own upon meeting the senator they’ll be protecting.

pairing: hunter (the bad batch) x fem!reader

rating: mature (18+)

tags: bodyguard romance, forbidden love, fluff & angst, emotional & physical hurt/comfort, canon-typical violence, injuries & blood, trauma, eventual/mild smut

word count: 3.932k

series masterlist ⟹ chapter 2

chapter 1 ⟹

“That’s it?” Echo was even less impressed than usual. His brow rose as he set a hand on his hip. “That’s the big news?”

Wrecker let out an exasperated groan of his own. “Sarge, we don’t need a break!”

Hunter’s eyebrow quirked up. “Tell that to Tech.” The sergeant gestured with his head to their squad member who was sitting just behind where he stood on the Marauder. “He still can’t walk right. I’m not throwing us into battle when we’re not all one-hundred percent.”

“Actually, I will have you know that the ligaments in my ankle have already gotten forty-two percent stronger.” Tech finally lifted his nose from his datapad and pushed his goggles up with his finger. “As you can see, I—...” Tech stood from the chair, but as soon as he placed too much pressure on his ankle, he winced. With a defeated exhale, he sunk back into the chair. “I am still healing.”

“Exactly.” Hunter crossed his arms over his chestplate. “This is still a mission, even if it’s not our usual pace.”

“As long as I have something to aim for, I’m fine with it.” Crosshair spoke without looking up from his rifle, which he was cleaning with his usual intensity.

“Well, if all goes well, you won’t.” Hunter’s prepared for the heat of Crosshair’s stern stare when it hits him. “It’s a protection job, for a senator.”

Crosshair’s response was even more snide than usual. “Isn’t that what the Coruscant Guard is for?”

“And the Jedi?” Echo added.

“On Coruscant, sure.” Hunter leaned his shoulder against the nearest interior hull and enjoyed the long moment of attentive silence he had from all four members of the squad. It was a rarity those days. “But this mission’s based elsewhere.”

Echo narrowed his eyes and spoke in a cautious tone. “Where?”

Hunter caught the gaze of all his men before answering. “Eirus.”

“Eirus is currently experiencing an intense inner crisis,” Tech somehow had the words ready for the rest of the squad straightaway, as if he knew what name was about to fall from Hunter’s tongue. “Nearly half the planet’s population is composed of fiercely loyal Separatists who have splintered into small factions. Some of these factions have become very violent in an attempt to force their senator to pledge her allegiance to their cause.”

Echo raised his brow and turned his calculated gaze from Tech back to Hunter. “This isn’t exactly an unusual thing to be happening during this war.”

“No, and that’s why most senators are staying on Coruscant longer than they used to.” Hunter’s hand slid down to his hip as he recalled the details of the short briefing. “Because of the crisis on Eirus, the senator is traveling on-world in an attempt to reach a compromise and bring an end to the violence.”

“Sounds dangerous,” Wrecker commented. He let out a hearty chuckle and shoved the shoulder of his nearest brother, who just so happened to be Crosshair. “I like this senator already!”

“She’s not the one who will have to fight if things go sideways, Wrecker,” Crosshair reminded him in his usual cool tone. The corner of his mouth began to rise as he went on. “That’s what we’ll be there for.”

“Right.” Hunter began to relax a bit as he watched the squad warm up more to the mission. “I told you it was a break because it’s a change in pace, but don’t worry boys.” Hunter pushed himself off the hull and nodded as his lips stretched in a satisfied smile. “I have a feeling we’ll still be seeing some action.”

“So, I will get to shoot something?” Crosshair cocked his rifle with a hopeful twinkle in his eye.

“And I’ll get to blow something up?” Wrecker set a hand on Crosshair’s shoulder again as he stepped forward. Crosshair shot him a disapproving look.

“That depends.” Hunter drew his blaster from his holster and flipped it a few times in his grasp, though the latter movement was subconscious. “We’re on a struck stun-only policy.”

“What?” Wrecker gasped with surprise. “Why? What if there’re droids?”

“Seeing as we are soldiers of the Republic, using live rounds on the people of Eirus would only escalate the issue the senator is trying to resolve,” Tech answered. “We would be giving the Separatist population another reason to justify their actions against the Republic.”

“And as far as our intel goes, no Separatist forces have made their way to Eirus,” Hunter added, holstering his blaster.

“Yet.” Echo spoke the word that hung in the air between the five of them.

“We’ll have a better idea of exactly what we’re up against when we get there.” Hunter shifted to face Tech. “For now, we have to head to Coruscant to meet the senator.”

Tech nodded, spinning around in the pilot’s chair to chart a course. The squad began to break off as the sergeant sat in the open co-pilot’s chair beside Tech’s. Crosshair was still adding the final touches on his rifle’s cleanliness in the seat behind Hunter’s, while Wrecker and Echo had disappeared further inside the hold.

After Tech finished inputting the coordinates, he turned to look at the sergeant. “Hunter, you know that we do not have to do this on my accord.” He looked down at his wrapped ankle. “With the bacta infusions I have been doing, my injury should be completely healed in about two rotations’ time.”

“I know, Tech.” Hunter let out a soft exhale and leaned back in his chair. He unsheathed his blade and began to twirl it around in another subconscious exercise. “We’ve just been running a lot of back-to-back missions, and obviously, it’s starting to catch up to us.”

Crosshair snorted, and Hunter’s senses didn’t need to amplify the sound to make it obvious. Hunter didn’t bother giving him a look as he focused on the movements of his knife.

“Plus, we were specifically requested for this mission.”

Tech’s brow shot up at that. “Someone selected us? For a protection job?”

“Not just ‘someone.’” Hunter gave Tech a quick glance to highlight the smirk that had begun to tug at his lips. “The senator herself.”

Tech adjusted his goggles, clearly unsure of what to do in his shock. “The senator? That’s highly unusual. Typically, it would be an individual on the senator’s personal guard who would do the necessary research to—.”

“I think Hunter knows how it works,” Crosshair huffed from his place behind them.

“You’re right though, Tech. It’s unusual.” Hunter caught the hilt of his knife and paused to fully face Tech. “It caught my curiosity. I want to know what she thinks is so special about us.”

Tech blinked at Hunter a few times. “I presume it would be our desirable genetic mutations that are, in case you were not aware, not a secret.”

“Yeah, and what does that usually cause?” Hunter sheathed his blade and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “Caution and distrust. Not a personal invitation to what’s most likely the most important diplomatic mission of her political career.”

“You… have a point.” Tech lifted his datapad and began to tap around it. “I will do some more research on the senator.”

“Great.” Hunter stood and patted Tech on the shoulder before he moved out of the cockpit. 

Wrecker was already lounging in the chair by the systems console, while Echo lingered in the corner and fiddled with something on his arm. Hunter caught their attention as he stepped into their space, which made it all the more easier for him to address him.

“You boys should get some rest. We’re a long way out from Coruscant.” He nodded at Echo, who had raised his brow before he had a chance to ask his question. “I’m taking first watch.”

“Again?” Wrecker’s tone was coated in disbelief. His gaze betrayed that same emotion. “Are you actually gonna get some rest this time, Sarge?”

Hunter shrugged and offered a small smile. “Depends on how fast we get there.” He let out a sigh when Wrecker’s concern still didn’t let up. “Don’t worry about me, Wrecker. We’ll all be getting some more rest on this mission.”

That was enough for Wrecker, causing him to nod as he leaned back further in the chair and closed his eyes. His feet had already been kicked up on the console, and he was fortunate Tech hadn’t yet noticed. That wouldn’t last long.

As Hunter turned to re-enter the cockpit, he found Crosshair already standing and shouldering Tech. “We already heard you,” Crosshair assured him.

“I pulled up everything I could find on the senator,” Tech informed the sergeant, handing him the datapad with his free hand. “What I found most fascinating was the motivation behind her appointment.”

Hunter nodded at Tech in approval, and he knew better than to comment on the speed of his research. “Good work.” He looked between the two of them. “Now get some rest.”

Tech spoke to Hunter over his shoulder as Crosshair started to crutch him away. “You are aware that the brain and the body cannot properly operate on limited rest, especially with as little sleep as you have gotten in recent rotations?”

Hunter scoffed fondly to himself and called back to him. “Thanks, Tech.”

The sergeant held the datapad and made himself comfortable in the pilot’s chair. He leaned back and held up the datapad, clicking through Tech’s research. Taking his brother’s advice, Hunter first looked at the senator’s background, specifically the history of your appointment.

His eyes widened as he read the Aurebesh text in front of him. He had to agree with Tech; your ascension from rebellion leader to senator was nothing short of fascinating.

According to the history Tech had pulled up, you had been the one to organize a large group of Eirus’ population against an oppressive local regime, which had slowly taken over the planet’s government. They had covered up the assassination of Eirus’ senator, who was your relative, and withdrawn from the Republic Senate altogether. It wasn’t until your forces managed to topple their regime that you had become the planet’s senator and reestablished a relationship between Eirus and the Senate.

That only made Hunter’s curiosity ache even more. If you once had enough forces to overthrow a regime, then why did you need a Republic squadron as protection? It did, at least, speak somewhat to why their squad had been chosen. Clearly, as a soldier and tactician yourself, you had done the research to find the ideal squad for the job.

Even as his eyes began to burn from the aforementioned lack of rest his brothers had been getting on his case about, he couldn’t stop planning the ways he would pick your brain for the reason why they were the ones you needed so badly.

This kept Hunter busy for the commute. He remained on watch the entire time, only leaving his post when the Marauder was about to drop out of hyperspace. Hunter woke up the squad and instructed them to get ready, and it was no surprise that Tech was already prepared to take the helm. His ankle had healed considerably during his rest, just as he had predicted, and thus he was able to limp himself to the cockpit with a surprising amount of ease.

Hunter stayed in the co-pilot’s seat and gave Tech the information on the senator’s designated docking area. It had been a while since their last visit to Coruscant, but of course, Tech navigated the air traffic with ease. The Marauder soon began its descent onto the platform, and Hunter observed the space with a raise of his brow.

Rather than the typical red markings of the Republic, or even the white and gold accents many senators added for flair, your platform was filled with delicate swirls of green and purple. The color palette reminded him of the few lush planets he and the squad had been to on various missions, emulating the colorful overgrowth of forests and gardens. He let out an impressed huff. It seemed you were truly carving your own path in more ways than just one.

Hunter rose from his chair to collect his belongings. He secured his pack on his back and checked all his weapons before reaching for his helmet. As soon as the Marauder had fully landed, Tech did the same, and he was the last of the squad to get in formation by the hatch. After Hunter did a quick assessment of them all, he slid on his helmet and lowered the stairs.

As he led the way out, Hunter observed their surroundings more closely. They were being approached by the senator and her guards, with the man Hunter had spoken to leading in front and the others blocking the senator from view. The guards wore the same colors of green and purple as the platform, and their weapons were accented with silver.

“Sergeant,” the head guard greeted once he was in earshot. Hunter wondered if the man knew he still could have heard him at any distance. The guard stopped just a few paces away from the squad and bowed his head. “Thank you for arriving so promptly.”

Hunter removed his helmet and tucked it under his arm before repeating the man’s bow. “Captain.” He gestured with his head to his squad. “We’re just as eager to get going.”

The captain smiled. “We figured as much.”

Hunter’s eyebrow rose. “‘We?’”

The captain’s grin spread even more widely as he took a step back and gestured with his arm to the guards behind him. “Allow me to formally introduce you.” The captain announced your full name and title, and the guards standing in front of you parted to allow you to step through.

Hunter was no stranger to seeing and speaking with diplomats and leaders, from planetary royalty to the other senators of the Republic. Those types of positions always emphasized image, and thus Hunter was used to seeing some of the most conventionally attractive people in the galaxy—but this, seeing you, was the first time he ever had to audibly stifle a breath.

For once, the only heartbeat Hunter could sense was his own, the skip and then speed of it as it hammered against his armored chest.

Composure. It was a lesson he and the others all had to learn on Kamino, and it was one he had always excelled in. It was much of the reason why he had earned his rank as sergeant. This, however, was the first time he ever had to forcibly remind himself to find it.

Then he realized the strength of the skip in his heartbeat wasn’t just from his own, but also from yours. That made his mask slip for one second more before he pulled it together.

“Senator.” Hunter resisted the urge to clear his throat as he bowed his head, taking the quick moment of concealment to let the flush burn through his cheeks. It was hard to keep the sensation from persisting when he looked back up and observed that you wore the same colors as your guards.

“You must be Sergeant Hunter.” Your voice added a new layer of unfamiliar yet sweet warmth to Hunter’s chest as your lips spread in a radiant smile. You extended your hand towards him. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

All thoughts and proper protocol dissipated from Hunter’s mind as he saw your outstretched hand in front of him. He took it without his gaze ever breaking from yours and raised it to his lips, gently kissing the soft skin on the back of your hand before offering it back to you. “The pleasure’s all ours, Senator.”

And there it was, another skip in your heartbeat. Hunter fought hard to hide his own smile as yours grew. Your gaze gave him a once-over, an action so quick Hunter would have second guessed it if he hadn’t felt its gentle burn. “I like your armor. It’s different from the other clones.”

“Yeah, well… so are we.” His words reminded him of the squad who still stood behind him, and Hunter stepped aside to make them all more visible. “Let me introduce you to the squad.” He began with Wrecker, who was closest to his side. “This is—.”

“—Wrecker, Tech, Echo, and Crosshair.” You named each one of them with ease, your face beaming as you gave them all a respectful nod. “I apologize for cutting you off, Sergeant. I just… I love your squad’s work.”

Hunter blinked a few times in surprise at what he was hearing. It was rare enough for such diplomats, politicians, and royals to have even heard of his squad, much less admire what they did on the battlefield. “Well, uh… thank you, Senator.”

“That is certainly a surprising sentiment,” Tech couldn’t keep himself from adding. “Commonly, the adjectives associated with our battle strategies are… less than favorable.”

“Hah!” Wrecker elbowed Tech’s chestplate, making him wince and rub the spot with narrowed eyes. “My favorite was when that prime minister called us ‘destructive.’”

“You’re not being helpful, Wrecker,” Crosshair muttered.

“Oh, stow it, Crosshair,” Wrecker scoffed. “You’re just mad that I got the last of ‘em on that mission.”

“That’s enough.” Hunter resisted the urge to sigh at them as he turned to face you with an apologetic look.

You instead offered him a reassuring nod and a soft laugh. “I think it’s great you have some friendly competition in your squad.” You looked over them with fondness. “It breeds efficiency.”

“That’s right!” Wrecker cheered. He reached over to Crosshair to give his armored shoulder a light push. “I told you I would like her!”

“Yeah, you’re not the only one,” Echo mumbled, his words only loud enough for the squad to hear. 

Hunter tightened his jaw when he felt their gazes on him and heard Crosshair’s snickering. “If you’d like, Senator, we can lead the way in our ship.” He gestured with his free hand back to the Marauder. “Just in case there are any unwanted surprises awaiting your arrival.”

“Hopefully that’s not the case, but I’d appreciate that, Sergeant.” You smiled again and nodded. “Thank you. I look forward to working with you more closely on Eirus.” Your gaze lingered on Hunter before it looked around the squad.

“As do we.” Hunter bowed his head once more. “Tech will set up a secure comm channel for us to use once we’re on board.”

“Perfect.” Your smile was directed at Tech as you nodded at him. “Thank you, Tech.”

“You do not need to extend gratitude towards me for merely fulfilling my purpose, Senator.” Hunter couldn’t help the small eye roll he gave at Tech’s words. So much for Hunter being the one to slip up on propriety.

Hunter slid his helmet back on and began to lead the squad back to the Marauder. His face burned from both his memory of what had just happened and his anticipation of what he would be up against inside the ship. He flexed the hand that had held yours as it also burned at the memory of your touch.

Maybe Hunter was more right before than even he had known at the time. Maybe all those missions really had taken its toll on them, and maybe it was driving him down a delusional spiral. He really did need to get some rest.

As soon as the squad was on the Marauder with the hatch secured in place, Tech spoke up. “That was not the proper protocol for greeting a senator, Hunter.”

“I’m aware, Tech.” He lifted his helmet and gestured with his head to the cockpit. “Get those comms set up and chart our course.”

Tech nodded, though Hunter didn’t miss the faint smile on his lips as he limped to the cockpit. Hunter set his helmet down and ran his hand over his hair as he thought about what to do next. He had a plan before, surely; he had thought of it in hyperspace on the way to Coruscant. It had, of course, vanished for some reason.

“You seem distracted, Sarge,” Wrecker’s voice broke through Hunter’s thoughts as he grinned slyly at him.

“Come on, Wrecker,” Echo said next. His expression turned from serious to amused as his gaze found Hunter’s. “Clearly, he is distracted.”

“I’m thinking about our arrival on Eirus,” Hunter insisted.

“And your reunion with—,” Crosshair started.

“Our plan.” Hunter raised his brow, challenging them to continue. Crosshair raised his brow and fought a smile as he set a toothpick between his lips. “We don’t know what will be waiting for us when we get there.”

“You sound worried, Hunter.” Echo set a hand on his hip as he faced the sergeant. “I thought this mission was going to be a ‘break.’”

“Nah, he’s just getting protective already.” Wrecker set a hand on Echo’s shoulder and chuckled a few times.

Hunter circled his jaw and crossed his arms. “That’s the whole point of this mission. Protecting.” Hunter furrowed his brow at the men around him. “Don’t forget that.”

Echo’s brow rose as he looked over at Wrecker. “You’re right, Wrecker.” He snickered. “‘Protective.’”

Hunter rolled his eyes and turned around to walk into the cockpit. As he went, he heard Crosshair say one more thing to Echo and Wrecker. “He really does need to get some sleep. He’s gotten… cranky.”

Hunter didn’t bother throwing a glare over his shoulder as he approached Tech in the pilot’s chair. He set his hands upon the back of the chair to check on Tech’s progress. “How’s it going in here?”

“Presumably much better than it has for you out there.” Tech didn’t so much as crack a smile as he worked the controls, despite his joke that made Hunter huff with amusement. “The comm channel is fully functioning, and our course is charted. Seeing as Eirus is located in the Outer Rim, we will have another lengthy trip ahead of us.”

Hunter nodded. “Great. I’m going to get some long-awaited rest.”

“Good.” Tech looked up from the controls to give Hunter a pointed glance. “I believe it is the lack of rest that caused such a slip-up in your propriety today.”

Hunter smiled at that, and part of him wanted to believe it. “Right.” He patted Tech’s shoulder and stepped out of the cockpit. Echo brushed past him on his way to claim first watch, and Wrecker and Crosshair couldn’t keep their sly smiles contained as Hunter walked to his bunk.

As he settled in, the full weight of what had happened during your meeting began to sink in. Tech had a point, as it had to be the lack of rest that allowed him to get so carried away. There was no point in even entertaining the thought of giving in to the warmth he had felt before. Potential reciprocation wouldn’t change that.

He knew what Cut had sacrificed for Suu. As the leader of his squad, Hunter couldn’t do the same. He refused to.

And the fact he was even letting such thoughts go so far caused his face to burn with a different kind of embarrassment as he fell asleep to flashes of green and purple in his exhausted mind.

series masterlist ⟹ chapter 2

[dylanconrique]

remember when titus said he imagined jackson finding out about tim and lucy dating after waking up in the morning to find tim standing shirtless in their kitchen making coffee?? why couldn't we have had that????

[nikikeya]

Luigi you lil shit Mario will protect his precious baby brother from all harm. Someone needs to protect him from Gigi's teasing tho lol.

[ayyy-imma-ninja]

How many times does Fairy Sun sneeze from dandelions?

"A-Ahaha...I-I am not so sure why you would need to know-" "Lots." "Eh?!" "He once did 7 back to back." "H-Hey!" "In a single day? I once counted over 50." "Don't make fun of meeeee!"

[thetangycheesemanwithaplan]

Chimney: You tweeted something that I wanted to make sure we talked about because it's just too good to ignore.

Buck: Oh, god!

Chimney: And I quote "I've been drunk in Portugal for 3 days (obv)-" By the way, you had the amount of characters to spell "obviously"

Buck: Yeah, but I didn't have the capacity

Chimney: Yeah, I figured that. You had the capacity for the rest of this tweet though. "-And I can honestly say nothing is better than traveling with your friends and doing weird shit."

Buck:

Buck: ...I deleted that in the morning

Chimney: Mhm. Here's my one question

Buck: Go ahead

Chimney: Was this written by you, or the fucking 22-year-old white sorority girl that lives inside your body?

[trashyswitch]

The Hierarchy of Tickle Monsters

Michael and Evan spend their afternoon playing like typical siblings...And then Michael finds out a funny little secret about his little brother. And their father is more than eager to share more about Evan's secret...Whatever gets the little boy laughing rather than crying.

This fanfic was suggested by Danipokemonlover on AO3, and an anonymous user. HEY DANI! ACCEPT MY GIFT, DAMMIT! Anyway, I hope you both enjoy!

1...

Evan was holding his golden Freddy bear, hugging it and fixing its bow. He loved this little bear like his life depended on it. It was about the only thing Evan felt safe with when it came to his father’s animatronics. He didn’t really understand his brother’s love for his Foxy mask…but he didn’t go around laughing at him for it…unlike his older brother, who usually makes fun of him for carrying his teddy bear around. 

Evan began to feel something hopping on his back, but tried to ignore it. 

“Oh! Hey Freddy!” His brother said in an over exaggerated low voice. 

Evan looked to his right to the sound, and widened his eyes when he saw the stuffed animal. “Bonnie!” Evan reacted, reaching out for the stuffy. 

“Ah ah ah.” He muttered, shaking his head and pulling it away from him. 

Evan whined. “Michael! Gimme him!” Evan whined. 

“If you take him, I can’t play with you.” Michael told him with a smile. 

Evan looked at Michael out of the corner of his eye, before grabbing his Freddy stuffy out from his arm. “Hi Bonnie. What are you doing?” Evan asked in his best Freddy voice as he turned to face Michael. 

Michael smiled and started to go along with Evan’s dialogue. “Looking for Chica. Have you seen him?” Bonnie (Michael) asked. 

“No, I haven’t. Have you checked the kitchen? I hear she loves to bake there.” Freddy (Evan) replied. 

Michael smiled. “No, actually. I didn’t think of that. I’ll check.” He started to ‘walk’ Bonnie away. When Bonnie had ‘walked’ a few feet away, he walked back to Freddy with his head down slightly. “She’s not there…” Bonnie told him, sounding disappointed. 

“She’s not?” Freddy clarified. “That’s weird. She loves the kitchen.” 

Bonnie nodded his head. “She’s not in there. Where else would Chica be?” Bonnie asked. 

“What about in the dining room? Is she getting the tables ready for the birthday kids?” Freddy asked. 

Bonnie shook his head. “I usually have to go through the dining room to get to the kitchen. And she’s not there.” Bonnie replied. 

Freddy nodded. “Maybe she’s off getting fixed by Uncle Henry.” Freddy (Evan) mentioned. 

Michael laughed a bit in his normal voice, before switching back to the Bonnie voice. “I’ll go check the workshop.” Bonnie offered, lifting up a plastic toy hammer. 

Evan laughed and shook his head. “Thehey don’t use hammers for robots!” Evan reacted. 

“They don’t?!” Bonnie reacted, looking at the toy hammer, and making the toy hammer look back at Bonnie. “Then can you explain why we heard hammering the other day?” Bonnie asked. 

Evan kept laughing, lowering his freddy doll and not even trying to talk in the Freddy voice anymore. “Dahahad wahas fihixing something in the garahahage!” Evan explained. 

“Oooooh! Fixing what?” Bonnie asked. “Fixing what, huh?” he asked, bringing the Bonnie stuffy closer. “Fixing a shelf? Fixing Foxy?” He brought Bonnie slightly closer. “Fixing the old clock that’s in the basement? Fixing WHAT?!” Bonnie asked next. 

Evan started doubling over, laughing a little bit harder as his imagination went wild with images of a cartoon version of his father, smashing the grandfather clock with a huge hammer. Every hit would make wood pieces and nails explode in every direction in a cartoony way, and miraculously always left his father unscathed by the debris. And then to make it even more funny, Michael grabbed a fake analog clock kids toy and made Bonnie started hammering it with the toy hammer, making dramatic smashing sounds. “BOOM, BOOM, BOOM- IS THIS WHAT HE WAS DOING?! BOOM BOOM!” Michael shouted rather loudly before going right to ‘causing a racket’. 

Evan finally fell over onto his side, just cackling and laughing away. And even when he tried to speak and add commentary, he just couldn’t because of how much he was laughing! 

“Ohoho my god, I knew I was funny, but man…Breathe, Evan!” Michael reacted. Even he himself couldn’t stop himself from laughing alongside him! 

“Ihihihi cahahan’t!” Evan told him. 

“Oh you can’t?” Michael asked with a smirk, walking up with the Bonnie stuffy. “You can’t?” He asked again, but in his Bonnie voice this time. “What’s making you laugh, Fredbear?” Bonnie (Michael) asked, bringing the stuffy’s face right close to Evan’s. “Is the invisible man tickling you again?” Bonnie asked next. 

Evan was getting all giddy and euphoric from the laughing fits by this point. “Nohohoho, hehehehe’s nohohohot.” Evan admitted. 

Michael smirked and tilted Bonnie stuffy’s head slightly. “Are you suuuure?” Then, Michael shoved Bonnie onto Evan’s chest and started wiggling it around, making fake nibble noises. “OMNOMnomnomnom. Omnomnomnomnomnom.” Michael teased. 

“eeEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEEE!” Evan laughed even louder and more high-pitched, kitty-fighting the Bonnie stuffy for a few moments. 

Then, Michael moved the stuffy away from his chest, and paused his nibbles. 

He went silent…

He took in a deep breath and quickly brought the stuffy’s face up to Evan’s stomach this time, shaking the stuffy again and making more nibble sounds. “Omnomnomnomnom.” Michael kept teasing and playing. 

“HEHEHEEEEEHEHEEEHEHEEE!” Evan laughed, kicking his feet and patting the stuffy’s head. 

He moved the stuffy away from his stomach with a short pause…another quiet moment…

A BIG breath…

Touchdown, crazy shaky-shakey, and- 

“OMNOMNOMNOMnomnomnomnom.” Michael teased. 

“HAHAHAHAHahahahaha! Mihihihichael plehehehehease!” Evan started to beg. 

Bonnie moved away from his stomach. “Yeeeesss?” Bonnie asked. 

“Ihihihit wahahas fuhuhuhunny behefore, but now Ihi’m tihired.” Evan told him. 

Bonnie stared at him for a good 10 seconds…before shoving Bonnie’s face into Evan’s neck. “Omnomnomnomnom. Good night kisses for the giant child. Omnomnomnomnomnom.” Bonnie (Michael) declared. 

Evan laughed and struggled to cover his face with his hands. “Nohohohoho, nohoho kihihihisses.” Evan tried to tell him. 

Bonnie gasped. “No kisses?!” He asked, surprised. “But kisses are the most wonderful forms of affection ever!” Bonnie reacted. 

“Ihihit’s ehembarrassihihihing.” Evan told Michael and the Bonnie toy. 

“Oh, kisses are embarrassing now?!” Bonnie reacted, before planting ‘kisses’ on his neck. “Mwah-mwah-mwah-mwah-mwah. Imagine what your mother would say if she heard you right now!” Bonnie reacted before giving Evan’s cheeks and neck plenty more ‘smooches’. 

“Mihihihihike plehehehehease!” Evan giggled. 

“Alright, alright.” Michael replied, removing Bonnie from his face and placing him down. “Too much?” Michael asked. 

Evan looked at Michael for a couple moments before looking down, visibly unsure whether he should answer yes or no. “Ummm…” Evan started to say, before visibly blushing a bit more. “N-No…” Evan eventually replied. 

Michael smirked. “Really?” He clarified. “If it wasn’t too much, then why make me stop?” Michael asked. 

Evan looked up, huffing. “You’re being mean!” Evan argued. 

“I’m stating facts!” Michael reacted. “And the fact is, you like being teased.” 

Evan looked at him. “Well…Yeah.” He replied. 

“So you admit it?” Michael said with a smirk. 

“Admit what?” Evan asked. 

“That you like being teased.” Michael clarified. 

Evan nodded his head. “Yes.” 

Michael widened his eyes. “Oh my gosh…” Michael took off running out of Evan’s room, and out to the living room. “MOM! DAD! EVAN LIKES BEING TEASED!” Michael yelled. 

“Michael, we know.” His mom replied. 

“He likes being tickled too.” William added, flipping the newspaper page. 

Michael widened his eyes even more and dropped his jaw. 

Wait, WHAT?! 

“DAD!” Evan yelled. “WHY?!” 

William looked at Michael. “You didn’t know that?” William asked. 

Michael blinked and shook his head. “......No. I didn’t.” he admitted. 

William chuckled and looked back at the newspaper. “Alright. Have fun with that information.” He said before looking back at a portrait picture in the paper. 

Michael turned around and smirked at Evan. 

Evan’s eyes were wide while he stared at her, both scared and exhilarated by seeing Michael become all evil and mischievous. “M-Michael…” He muttered. 

“Michael?” He asked. “Who’s Michael?” He asked next with a smirk. “Y-You’re not-” “Me?” The boy asked. “Oh no no no, I’m not Michael.” He told him before starting to run towards him. “I’m the TICKLE MONSTER!” Michael shouted as he sprinted. 

Evan screamed with both fear and excitement, before he was picked up by Michael and carried back to Evan’s bedroom. “WAIT-WAHAHAHAIT!” Evan laughed. “MIHICHAEL-” 

“Go for the neck. He likes tickly kisses on the neck.” William told him from the living room. “DAHAHAD PLEHEHEASE!” Evan yelled before breaking out in squeaky giggles. 

The tickle monster (Michael) started playfully nibbling in Evan’s neck, focusing on holding Evan with his hands while nibbling all over the right side and back of his neck. “Omnomnomnomnom.” Michael playfully said.

Evan giggled and kicked his legs forward and backward. “Mihihihichahahael! Plehehehease!” Evan reacted. 

“I have no idea who this ‘Michael person’ is. I know who I am, but who’s Michael?” The tickle monster asked. 

“Hehehehe’s my brohohother!” Evan admitted. 

“Oooooh! How wonderful to hear! Tell me, kid: What’s he like?” The tickle monster asked with a smile. 

“Hehehehe’s sihihihilly!” Evan replied. 

“Oh he iiiiis? That’s good to know.” The tickle monster said. “If I ever meet this ‘Michael’ character, what’s something I should know about him?” The tickle monster asked Evan. 

“Hehehehe lohohoves Fohohoxyhyhy!” Evan told him. “Oh yeah? Does he like foxes too?” The tickle monster asked. 

“Ihihihi dohohon’t knohohow.” Evan replied. 

“I’ll give you a little hint…” The tickle monster leaned into Evan’s ear. “He does.” He whispered. 

Evan giggled and curled his neck to the side, covering up his ear with his shoulder as best he could. “Mihihike plehehehease, ihihit feheheels weheheheird.” Evan admitted. 

“Oh it feels weird?” The tickle monster reacted. 

“Yehehehess! Lihihike a wehehehet wihihillie.” Evan admitted. 

“Wet willie?!” The tickle monster rolled his eyes. “No no no.” Michael put his own index finger into his mouth, licked it and shoved it into Evan’s ear. “THIS-” Michael said, before twirling it around. “-is a wet willie.” Michael teased. 

Evan squeaked and started giggling and whining. “Eheheheewwww! Yohohohou’re grohohohoss.” Evan complained. 

Michael pulled out his finger and flapped his hands around. “Yeah, you’re right…I AM gross.” Michael admitted before putting Evan down. “I’m gonna wash my hands. Hold on…” Michael left the room and walked to the bathroom, turning on the tap the moment he reached it. He started to wash off his finger, rubbing soap on only the finger and rinsing it off. Then, he turned off the water and dried his hands off before leaving the bathroom. 

Michael walked out to the living room and sat down. “So you were right.” Michael said. “His neck is very ticklish.” Michael said. “You’re not a bad tickle monster.” William said. 

Michael smiled a bit. “Thanks, Dad.” 

William chuckled. “Just don’t forget about the best tickle monster within this house.” William added, folding up the paper. 

“You?” His wife clarified. “Says the most ticklish person in this house.” she added. 

“Wha- Meeee?! Noooo.” William muttered, biting his lip as he struggled to hide his growing blush. 

“A little reminder of the mini monster incident?” She said, looking at Michael. “When you and 8 year old Michael had a tickle fight for 20 minutes straight?” She reminded him. 

William narrowed his eyes at his wife. “That’s because he was refusing to give up.” William admitted. 

“And because you were ALSO refusing to give up.” She added. 

“Yeah! I’m not gonna let my 8 year old son beat me as the tickle monster around here.” William added. 

“Too afraid of Uncle Henry finding out?” Michael teased. 

William looked at Michael with a slight bit of nervousness. “W-Well…” He stuttered. “I…” 

“And teasing you about it?” Michael teased further. 

William narrowed his eyes at Michael. “Why would I be scared of Henry finding out you had ‘beaten’ me out as the tickle monster?” William asked. 

Mrs. Afton smirked. “Because of pride.” She replied. 

William looked at his wife with a warning expression on his face. 

“And because William’s 3 times more ticklish than Henry.” Mrs. Afton added before looking down at her book. 

William grumbled and crossed his arms, acting even more immature than Evan was capable of at this point. Michael had bursted out laughing at this point, while Mrs. Afton was giggling at her husband’s immaturity too. The truth is…Henry is more of a tickle monster than William is. He’s capable of tickling William till there’s no tomorrow. 

But in the hierarchy of tickle monsters, The lower part of the pyramid is Michael. Though he’s low right now, he’ll quickly rise to the top overtime. The middle part of the pyramid is William. Top of the pyramid in the Afton house, but overpowered by just one person…

The top of the pyramid…is Henry Emily. 

And he will remain that way up until the day he dies. 

And...this is it. This is the big finale. This is the last FNAF fanfiction I will ever upload about every FNAF character in the future. If the FNAF movie ends up being really good, then I may temporarily open up the fandom again for the movie...and then close it again once I experience burnout again.

The only exception to this, will be writing about 2 brothers...

That's right, I'm gonna start only writing fanfics for Sun and Moon. And if I end up properly watching it, I may even extend it to The Sun and Moon Show. But...we'll see what I have time for. I still have to finish The Mandela Catalogue...So...

[averysjameson]

and if/when "what happens in the tree house" is a flashback from when they were kids (a continuation of the prologue of the brothers hawthorne when tobias reveals the gargantuan and elaborate tree house for the boys at christmas or a different short story around that time or later where they're being The Boys) and then it switches back in present day and avery is admiring it and exploring it and jameson tells her that when they start a family/have kids, he'll build a tree house like this for them......... what will become of me?????

[leoleolovesdc]

Never not mad about how DC simplified and flanderized the batfam and their relationships w each other

[lem-argentum]

this is an alphi appreciation post please appreciate him. Thanks <3