#he matches my goggles ^w^

[zenkaiankokuart]

Can't pet him cuz of radiation? Haha! I got robot hands! ... Although maybe I shouldn't be standing so close.

I absolutely adore @sunnydbeam's Biohazard! Finally had some time to sit down and draw fanart! I hope I got the scale right, I know he's a big lad.

[liauditore]

BDUBS DAY! BDUBS DAY! BDUBS DAY! BDUBS DAY! BDUBS DAY! BDUBS DAY! BDUBS DAY! BDUBS DAY! BDUBS DAY! BDUBS DAY!

[vinnyvamppp]

To Be Desired

⭐: No Goggles Mark, Mohawk Mark, #17 Mark/Sinister Mark, Mentions of Invincible (requested!).

Synopsis: Variants of your childhood best friend spawn across the globe, and you find yourself in the crossfire of their previous lovers. What happens when you experience the parallel pleasure they offer?

Warnings: Power Struggles, Dom/Sub Dynamics, Morally Grey, Nipple Play, Fingering, Pussy Eating, Overstimulation, Public Sex, Squirting, Rough Sex, Switch!Reader, Switch!Invincible Variants, Plot changes for convenience, Matching Freaks, Position Changes, Porn w a Plot, etc.

Invincible Variants x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 5,239 (PART TWO HERE)

“You won’t believe what just happened, oh man!” Mark exclaimed with glee; an unfamiliar look of pride swam within his irises. It was the night he received his powers; a deep crater buried itself into your driveway from his failed landing. “What?” you questioned, prying your front door open as he entered. There were scuff marks littered across his naked upper body, battered and bruised from his knightly adventure. “It was incredible. I—I flew,” he explained, his hand gesturing excitedly. This was a dream of his; he would craft makeshift suits and detail desired escapades to save the world. However, for it to come true was another story.

“No way! This… this is a funny joke,” you sputtered. One doesn’t usually acquire powers at random, but in this dimension, who knows? “No, really. I took a huge leap off my roof, not really expecting anything,” he interrupted to soften the already ridiculous landing of his story. “You know, and I just took off.” The topic was so exhilarating; the thought of questioning him hadn’t dawned upon you. He leaned against the back of your couch, crossing his arms as you two reminisced.

“Wait—why were you jumping from the roof anyway? What if nothing happened and you fell?” you questioned with a raised brow. “I know, I know, it’s stupid. But I was curious and decided to give it a try,” he rationalized quietly, fingers nervously scratching his nape. “Aw… I want powers now,” you feigned sadness as you sulked. It was your attempt at being amusing, but truthfully, you felt left behind. Was it envy? Was it the need to feel important? Was it the fear of him leaving you behind to begin his journey as a hero? You didn’t know at the time. His expression became tinged slightly with guilt. “Hey, don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll get powers soon,” he reassured you, but it was too humorous to be sincere.

“Yeah… soon. Real funny, wasn’t it?” you said to yourself as your body perched against a rooftop. It was the second day of the Mark variants ravaging Earth like their playground. The once-majestic towers now stand as skeletal frames, their glass windows shattered. Debris litters the streets, a tragic mix of shattered concrete and twisted metal, and the air hangs heavy with the scent of smoke and ash. Heroes formed makeshift shelters and sifted through rubble for survivors.

The Mark you once knew was head over heels for Atom Eve. It was no secret; he was a lost puppy whose ears would perk at the sound of his name on her tongue. Utterly devoted. Sickeningly in love. You were the very last to discern his truth. The two were written in stone, but it left a bitter taste in your mouth that you had long since gotten over. Until now. You were late to the news of the world's destruction. A strangely familiar face appeared on the news, a version of Mark that made your chest tighten. Within your family, a strange ability was acquired—a power bred through evolution to ensure survival in a world full of the unknown. Once in a lifetime, through a series of visions, you would discover a pivotal moment in time to peer through. That moment was now. Eighteen variants were loose internationally, each with their own tragic story and love interests. Six had dated or lost their Atom Eve, five had slain their worlds' Amber, and six had been devoted to you.

Helping where you could, you began assisting in fighting off the weaklings who figured now was the best time to attack Earth. Micro tears riddled your uniform as you tore through them mercilessly, all through a look of pity. There were days you'd resent this “job” you'd granted yourself, the little recognition and appreciation you'd receive from the public. How selfish of them—and you. You wanted an excuse to have this world fair alone without a need to rebel when no one would notice. As luck would have it, a voice suddenly dawned behind you, his body floating midair and adorned with the appearance of your dearest friend.

Mohawk Mark

“Oh, shit… I know you,” he rasped, his expression twisted into a cocky grin. His stature and pose were that of confidence—and a man who caused insurmountable damage to those he met. “You look just like her,” he continued, his feet finding purchase on the ground as his stride increased. “Sorry, you've got the wrong one—try finding her—” Just as you spoke, static buzzed in your skull—a low crackling hum that drowned out the edges of the memory before it fully formed. It was there—just beyond reach—shrouded in white noise.

The harder you focused, the more the static swelled, but for a moment, the interference cleared. A voice—the ghost of a feeling—and just as quickly, it was swallowed again. You understood the gist; he was indeed one you would find yourself tangled with. “Looks like you’ve been through some tough shit—mind if I join you?” Without waiting for a response, he lunged forward, grappling you in a powerful embrace. His intent wasn't one of danger but instead of safekeeping despite his demeanor. Reflexes took over as you slammed against his cranium with the strength you could muster, effectively knocking him back.

"Fuck, you're a feisty one," Mohawk Mark growled, his breath hot against your ear. "I like that shit. Let's see how you handle this." His chuckle was condescending—yet a thrill shot through you. “‘Won't be handling shit,” you quipped before biting into his neck—just rigid enough to draw blood. He groaned, his flight knocking you two back into an alleyway.

Similarly to your Mark, he seemed attracted to strength, his veins pumping with lust rather than adrenaline. Holding a firm grasp of your jaw, his lips collided with yours in a searing and blood-stained kiss. The muscle of his tongue forcefully parted your lips as he sought to taste you against his own. Finding yourself against the wall, your legs wrapped around the width of his waist, your ass snugly hovering over his pelvis.

He pulled away every few seconds to watch your expression succumb to your selfish wants. Sex with the enemy was enticing and you weren’t letting him escape any time soon. “You planned this?” you murmured between the saliva-ridden kisses. “That would be telling. You know enough if you’re agreeing to this.” His voice grew to tease as he licked his lips—mirroring his satisfaction before peppering kisses down your exposed neck.

His version of sex was rough, with small increments of romance—only reserved for the best prize. With muffled groans, his teeth harshly nipped their way lower, his fingers tearing through the fabric of your suit. As he continued down your now-exposed cleavage, his tongue ran along the scantily clad lace of your bra. Staring up at you, he let out a mischievous snicker before his teeth snagged the cup and tore it from your chest—leaving it discarded on the ground.

“Shit… was fucking not enough? Had to ruin my clothes too,” you complained as your hips bucked against his pointedly. This earned a guttural grunt from the flesh of your breasts, as he heaved out a response. “You’ll forget about them anyway,” he dismissed as he continued until your panties were the last to be removed. The cool air dusted your wet cunt—its arousal seeping through your folds like honey. Its chill made you shiver and like bees to nectar, his tongue feasted before his eyes.

Hoisting you up, your thighs rested against his shoulders as he knelt, the angle allowing his tongue to slip inside your already spasming pussy. An unusual pink hue dusted his cheek as he stared up at you in utter bliss. Your fingers dug into his forearms, your puffy folds pressed against his lips as he devoured you. With your head resting against the wall, your hips ground themselves relentlessly against his tongue.

"Mmm, shit, already soaking wet for me," he taunted, pumping his tongue in and out of your tight cunt. His tongue—rough and textured—lashed out to lap at your clit, sending jolts of pleasure through your body. His groans sent mild vibrations through you as his fingers reached up to paw at your tits, nipples stiffened in the cold air. You couldn't help but moan as he ate you out with relentless intensity, his tongue plunging deep into your folds. His calloused hands roamed your exposed flesh, pinching and kneading your breasts, twisting your sensitive nipples until they grew numb.

His hands couldn't stop their exploration—they explored what he had lost many years ago. Sparks flew as his tongue circled against your clit, flickering the bundle of nerves with a speed inexperienced before. Every time you neared the precipice of your orgasm, his tongue would flatten as he sucked your clit—ruining the rhythm. You tugged his hair with a frustrated groan, and his eyes rolled into his skull with an amused moan.

Finally pulling away, he stood to his feet. His lips parted to speak when suddenly, “Hurry the fuck up,” you said curtly with exasperated gasps. With lidded eyes, a Cheshire grin settled across his features. “Yes, ma’am.” Prying his suit off, he palmed his dampening erection. For once he fell silent as anticipation ate away at you both. As he freed his cock from the confinement of his boxers, it slapped against his lower abdomen.

It stood with a veiny girth—the tip kissed a rosy red like his many mistresses' lipsticks. With a pleased hiss, he stroked himself briefly—eyes just barely losing focus from the buildup before he plunged himself into you. Your pussy hugged him with a familiarity that felt like home, the painful stretch soon becoming one of bliss. His hips began to quicken, wanting to see your fucked-out expression like never before.

However, his greed overwhelmed him as the stimulation grew difficult to ignore. His usual grunts and growls diluted into groans and profanities. The alleyway echoed with the cacophony of moans that mingled in the air—inharmonious, yet emotion-filled as a flame flickered within your core. “I’ve waited so fucking long for this,” he grunted, a grin etched into his lips. “N-None of them—no ssslut compares to this. Only pussy I need—only woman I want.” A groan interrupted his sentence as your cunt contracted around him—swallowing him at the base.

That’s right—every harem formed and woman fucked was so he could ruin the image of you that plagued his mind in its grief. The vulnerability of it all made your toes curl, even if it wasn't much.

The fingers pawing at your breasts began kneading them like stress balls, until they were red. Truthfully, he missed every inch of you—not that he would admit that, especially since you weren’t exactly his. A high-pitched moan ripped from your throat as he continued to bounce you on his dick. Pre-cum coated your insides as the sounds of arousal grew louder, his balls tightening. With every thrust, he could see the air physically leave you, the scuff marks from brick marking your skin.

He could barely tell where to focus his eyes—on your tits or face? Both were gorgeous but fuck, he should just kidnap you and take you home with him, right? “Fuuuuck, Mark… I’m g-go—” you groaned as your fingernails indented into his skin, a pain and pleasure-filled gasp crawling from his throat. “Fuck, yeah…” he said, his raspy voice cracking with the slightest whine. “Take it… s-shit, take it…!” It was a growl as his eyes fluttered shut to hide his eyes practically rolling around his skull. With a clenched jaw, his dick began to milk itself. The pleasure mounted as your impending orgasm washed your body in a sweat-breaking heat. Just as he came, your cunt spasmed, once he pulled out, something within snapped as an aroused gush squirted from you.

His groin was now coated in your scent, taste, and the result of your rough fucking. The pleasure racked your brain as tears threatened to spill over. Noticing this—and pleased with his efforts—he let out a short chortle, a hand coming up to swipe your folds and have a final taste. His expression turned into a feigned sob as he silently teased—his tip running a line between your folds and ass, resisting the temptation to fill your asshole with his seed. Once you two were settled from your high, he spoke up. “Had fun, babe.” Your eyebrow lifted at the newly coined pet name.

Suddenly, a muffled voice in his ear caught his attention. “Shit…” he muttered with an annoyed grimace at Angstrom ruining his amusement. “Go on,” you beckoned. “Not yours anyway—so no need to stick around.” It was a light jab—one he received with a satisfied smirk before taking flight. “Doesn’t matter—I’ll be back,” he replied curtly before disappearing into the horizon.

You stood there—naked—processing what just happened. "Shit, I need a new suit from my apartment.”

Variant #17 Mark (I wouldn't even keep you as a slave in my Empire!) Or Sinister Mark (personalities are similar in the comics, so imagine what you will.)

"You thought you could hide from me?" he said, peering down at you with a friendly grin for someone so domineering. Staring down at the man’s shadow, his cape billowed in the wind. Unlike the other Marks you’d caught a glimpse of, this one barely had a bruise on him. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” he finished before he landed softly on the ground. As he approached, you remained still, eyebrows creasing into a frown. “I’m not—” You were abruptly cut off by a low voice as his head tilted to stare into your eyes. “Don’t play stupid. My version of you had the same power—but she resisted our cause.” His voice was tinged with pity as he frowned; he decided to take another route in his approach.

“I’ll tell you what—I’ll leave if you come with me,” he offered with an outstretched palm. You vehemently shook your head in disagreement. “I’m not going—it'll disrupt the timeline.”

“Why does that matter?” he asked.

“What makes you think I won't resist either…?” you retorted, causing his eyebrows to raise slightly in thought. “I’ll change your mind—and give you what you missed out on in my world.” It was such a matter-of-fact opinion—one rooted in a determination to outclass any obstacle that might deter him. Curiosity bested you the moment you turned to face the chaos erupting in the streets as a strong gust of wind obscured the debris. He was behind you. His fingers draped over your waist as he took flight—and to… your apartment? “I’ve been watching you for a while now… I know all about your preferences. Let’s have some fun, shall we?” His lips just barely grazed your ear.

Amongst the hands that roamed your body, a sense of longing lingered in every squeeze and grope. While being one of the strongest—and surely the most vile—his personality could be charming like your dimension’s Mark. Even if feigned for manipulation. He spun you around to face him, that polite smile etched into his face again as his body betrayed innocence. The erection forming within his costume became difficult to ignore—but he found a distraction. A touch, a handhold, and finally—a kiss.

“Let me show you what it's truly like to be satisfied.” His words were reassuring, yet they felt more directed toward his version of you rather than now. His tongue swept into your mouth, tangling itself in a wet heat as he sucked the air from your lungs. The warmth of his fingers spread across your cheek as his tongue attempted to delve impossibly deep. The taste was better than you imagined—not that you expected any less. If anything, finding him in a forgiving mood proved to be favorable.

His fingers shifted from your face to the back of your costume—in his attempt to be gentle, he tore the cloth from your body like tissue paper. In an instant, his costume was discarded in the corner, leaving him in snug boxers that hugged his dick. Before you knew it, you were pinned against the bed—a hand flush against your throat as he shrugged slightly. “Didn’t mean for that to happen,” he said, an amused huff exiting his nose as you exchanged knowing glances.

The remaining hand gently pried the panties from around your hips and down the length of your legs. His eyes fell upon the wet patch that seeped through the thin fabric—as the semblance of a pleased grin stretched across his lips. Focusing his attention once more, his fingers slowly parted your folds, watching as your velvety walls peeked through the slit. Its warm flesh was inviting—something he had yet to try since you retaliated so often against him at home. Just why couldn’t you be this welcoming? So willing to be corrupted? So… morally gray at the least.

Pressing two digits inside your warmth, he watched it conform to the size of his fingers. An obvious shiver ran through him with each moan that vibrated from your throat—as he imagined you hugging him and wrapped around his cock in plea. The sensations set your skin alight with gooseflesh—and each time you attempted to scurry away from his gift, the hold around your neck tightened ever so slightly. He was such a brat.

Your hips ground into his hand, clit colliding with his palm in gentle waves. As his fingers slowly retracted, his cock shyly peeked from the pocket of his boxers. His patience was running thin as he adjusted himself at your entrance—and slowly pushed through. A loud sigh escaped his lips as he bottomed out, his head falling backward as he quietly cursed under his breath. Mirroring his restlessness, your foot hooked around his lower back and pressed him deeper. A drawn-out moan echoed from your throat; he was barely holding on as he gnawed at his lip to contain himself. Reflexively, his hips stuttered before setting a relentless pace—pounding into you with deep, powerful strokes that hit all the right spots.

“Already so wet for me… pathetic. Fucking slut.” His words struck a nerve within—as you repulsively tightened around him, earning a whine. Your moans echoed through the room, mingling with the slap of skin against skin and Mark's grunts of pleasure. He hammered into you like a man possessed—his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise as he drove you toward climax.

The long thrusts stimulated every inch of his dick—the veins kissed with every grip of your cunt. “Did your version of me not do it for you?” you teased before taking a sharp breath at his relentless pace. “Y-You really don’t know when to be quiet,” he gritted. “But n-no… not like this. You're much better. I would take you to be a part of my empire.” He replied, his jaw tightening as his hips drilled into you with renewed conviction at the thought. A second you—not the one he’s attempting to keep as a slave for disobeying—but one he could trust to blindly follow his power. His grin grew wolfish as his other hand overlapped your throat—his gaze shifting between your bouncing tits and pleasured face.

The slight closure of your windpipe didn’t allow for much noise—but no matter, Mark began to sing like you’d never imagine. It was strange—the sound was much louder due to your silence as you clawed at his skin. His voice began to crack as his tightened jaw began to slack. "F—fucking incredible," he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. "I knew… you'd be worth every s-second of c-...chasing you down," he sputtered as his length began to twitch inside you.

Seeing someone as strong as him unravel before you was a greater sense of accomplishment than becoming a hero itself. With a closed-lip groan, he began overstimulating himself with the effort to get you off. “Haaa… I’m c-close. Ugh…!” you muttered through strangled gasps—as the deprivation of air made you lightheaded and sensitive. Every nerve ending inside your cunt doubled as you went taut beneath him. “C’mon, fucking cum for me,” he heaved.

His thrusts became sloppy as he came inside without warning—doubling over as a consequence. An unfamiliar sensation painted your insides. You both saw stars as silence pierced the room—the slick produced coated his cock in a glaze. Through bated breaths, his fingers finally released their grip around you as you coughed out a response. “I have to admit… you’re hard to deny,” you said, momentarily spent as you lay before him. “Swee—” He was cut off by a voice in his ear.

It was Angstrom demanding his presence over the city. “What a nuisance,” were the final words you caught as he muttered under his breath. Every version of Angstrom was a hindrance to this Mark—nonetheless, he suited up to leave. “I’ll return—and you will join me,” he said confidently, as if there was no argument to be made. You nodded absentmindedly and sighed. Just what had you done?

No Goggles Mark

“Dude…! You’re so cool—what is that? I’ve never seen any powers like that in my world,” he said with an amused expression as he snickered at your agony. You stared up at him, your heartbeat suddenly quickening when meeting his gaze. A look of recognition flickered within his eyes. “Hey, I know you,” he said, his feet touching base on the ground as he approached you with a widening grin. “I’m not sure you know me exactly…” you replied, backing away as your eyes searched for a route to escape—his friendliness had truly taken you aback.

“Who do you work for?” he asked, words flying from his mouth without a care as he approached closer. “You're way stronger than the Guardians of the Globe dudes I fought.” He fought who?! A sense of dread filled you as a new series of questions plagued your mind. If this one could ruin the team to filth—then just how strong was he, and what exactly did he want? “I don't want to fight you, man,” you somewhat pleaded; he frowned with disapproval. “Fight? No, man… but it seems like you’re in trouble, dude.” The topic switched again—his gaze now behind you—as a flurry of aliens attempting their takeover waltzed through a portal. You didn’t have the heart to tell them it was a failed crusade before it began.

Taking a stride forward, a strong arm suddenly wrapped around your waist as you two were propelled to a lone-standing structure where steel beams and concrete floors remained. “Put me down,” you bruised him as you backhanded him into the metal beam. While he had a smile on his face, momentary irritation settled across his features. The painful sting ran to his cock. “Aw, what's the matter?” he asked, standing to his feet as you both came face to face once more.

“It would be hot, but I don't want to fight, dude. I’ve missed you. I promise I’ll be gentle… at first.” The delivery was more seductive—dropping an octave—as he approached you, hands outstretched and finding purchase against your hips. One thing other variants wouldn’t admit—was the supple touch of the right woman could caress their soul.

“I’m not the me you want,” you replied. “You can just be the one I have anyway,” he said. He was indeed serious—and while less terrifying than the other Marks you’d encountered, his strength was menacing nonetheless. “Then let’s see what other talents you’ve got.” Your response made his expression brighten with a new goal in mind. At that, the grin on his face widened as he leaned down and captured your lips in a fierce, dominant kiss.

His tongue forced its way into your mouth, battling yours for dominance as he ground his hips against yours. You two stumbled around the enclosure—footsteps echoing in the empty building. Mark’s hands cupped your ass, squeezing roughly as he whispered crude compliments into your ear. "Nice ass," he growled appreciatively, his fingers caressing the soft flesh. He couldn’t articulate it well—but you were truly beautiful in every universe—and he couldn’t wait to have his share.

Your fingers traveled up his muscled back as body heat pooled across your fingertips. Eagerness unlike any other began to rise as you longed to touch every inch of him. Hero costumes were peeled from one another, and you found his groping becoming progressively obsessive. His hardened cock stood awaiting stimulation as he bit back his urges—sacrificing the time to feel you once more.

Guiding him to the floor, you seated yourself against his lap—your legs hooked over his forearms. He was always too quick to finish battles, and that even applied to sex. Just the tip. That's what you two agreed upon. Sinking onto his cock—its girth filled you deliciously. The wet sound of arousal followed by his restrained groans filled you with delight; it was amusing to see a Viltrumite struggle to contain himself.

1… 2… 3… 4… 5… and 6! On every sixth shallow thrust, you would contract your muscles—gripping his dick like a vice as every vein received a kiss from the gods inside your cunt. It had him crazed—wanting more of your warmth than you were willing to give. “F—fuck, babe, you’re killin’ me,” he hissed with an unforeseen weariness shaking his voice. “Can I?” he started. “No.” His expression hardened at your words. “You’re ruining the—” Before he could finish, he inhaled sharply as his head fell back. “Am I…?” you asked with feigned curiosity. It was undulating in a rhythm that drove him wild. He groaned beneath you—his hands digging into his palms as he fought his urges to misbehave.

The sound of your ass slapping against his pelvis filled the air—mingling with your moans and cries of pleasure. Anything would be worth trading; he could watch his dick disappear within your cunt nonstop. His impending release redoubled his efforts—pounding into you with a ferocity that sent you hurtling over the edge.

The excitement overwhelmed him as he sheathed half his cock inside—the spreading warmth and moisture making his thighs quiver beneath you. His balls tightened, painfully so—that alone ripped a pornographic moan from him. If he could fuck you as desired, he wouldn’t be nearly as needy. Your combined moans echoed through the infrastructure—and you were certain that with the windows gone, someone could hear—but the thought was out of sight and out of mind. Pre-cum beaded down his length as it was smeared each time he entered your warmth. “M-Mark…” you muttered; he nodded fervently behind you as his jaw locked.

“Y-You ready for it, babe?" he asked with a faltering grin as sweat tickled his brows. Leaning your full body weight against him—you felt your orgasm building quickly. The pleasure reached new heights as you both milked each other dry for the sake of proving a point. Your body instinctively began to lurch forward as your orgasm washed over you like a tidal wave. The tip of his cock was bedecked with a foam ring of cum. Mark would’ve begun convulsing had it not been for him carrying you—instead, his body stiffened as he let out a tight-lipped groan. You could’ve sworn you saw his toes curl too—but who knows? His pale skin was flushed a hue of red as his body thrummed with an aftershock.

Once you’d come down from your high, a satisfied grin beamed at you. "Dude, that was incredible," he murmured, a satisfied grin on his face. "We should do this again sometime," he said—as if this was some casual fling, not that you would mind.

Before you could respond, a message in his ear interrupted the conversation. “Ugh… this always happens; I have fun, and then—dude…” he sounded exasperated as he hurriedly redressed—reluctantly wishing you a botched farewell. “I like you. You’re coming with me.”

Feel free to request more lmao

MasterList ོ༘₊⁺☀︎₊⁺⋆.˚

[ducksido]

Hai hai! How are u? I hope great- evil idea, Idia shroud (wowza!) with a reader who owns a cat, like an emotional support cat, like a fluffy adorable black cat named “mister binoculars” (cause he has two white patches on his eyes)who helps reader with anxiety or what not, just a cat🤤🤤🤤 so Idia obviously loves the cat, but what happens when one day thé cat goes missing, and reader is like “WHERES MY KITTY AHHHHHHH” and Idia has to calm them down before they both realize the cat was under the bed napping (yay!) then Idia and reader are like “well who’s gonna wake up the cat cause it sure as hell ain’t gonna be me” and u can choose who has the wake up the cat (yay!)

[My day was bad today, i got results for a financial CAT and i got 35/100 😭]

It was supposed to be a chill evening. You, Idia, and a soft blanket cocoon on his room floor, wrapped up in the familiar hum of tablet screens, anime streaming in the background, and the occasional snack crinkle.

But peace? Oh, that traitor left the room the moment you looked over and said, in complete terror:

“Idia… where’s Mister Binoculars?”

He blinked, paused his game, and slowly turned toward you. “Wh-what do you mean where?! Isn’t he always on your lap like a demon familiar waiting to strike?” He darted his eyes around. “W-wait. Don’t tell me he used his teleport skill—!!”

You stood up, now full-on pacing. “No no no—he was just here! He was on my lap ten minutes ago! IDIA, HE'S GONE, WHAT IF—WHAT IF HE GOT STUCK IN A VENT?! OR TELEPORTED HIMSELF INTO THE NETHERWORLD—”

Idia was now matching your panic beat for beat, flailing slightly as his hair sparked and frizzed. “WH-WH-WHAT IF HE GLITCHED THROUGH A DOOR—OR GOT EATEN BY A RANDOM EVENT NPC?! I—THE FLOOR SYSTEM’S NOT EVEN UPDATED FOR PET AI!!”

Both of you: spiraling. Together. Loudly.

Mister Binoculars, your fluffy black emotional support cat with two white patches like tiny goggles, was not answering his name. No jingling bell. No telltale loaf formation on top of a game console.

You were practically in tears now, hugging your arms. “I-I can’t—what if something happened? He’s the only reason I didn’t full-on meltdown during exams—he helps me breathe—he always knows when I’m—”

Idia’s face twitched like your words physically stabbed him. He pulled you into a shaky, anxious hug—awkward and clumsy, but there. “H-hey, hey. Don’t—don’t cry, okay? We'll find him. I-I promise. I swear on my Level 99 SSR roll luck.”

You hiccuped into his shoulder.

Then—

Rustle.

You both froze.

Soft snore.

Heads turned, slowly… toward the bed.

Idia dropped to the floor like he was analyzing the pattern of a rare spawn. Peeked under the bed.

Then stared. “....Oh my god.”

You dropped beside him. Looked. Saw a furry loaf, perfectly nestled in the dustless spot under the bed, tail wrapped around his feet, vibrating with purrs.

You and Idia exchanged wide-eyed glances.

“...He was napping the whole time?” you whispered.

Idia nodded solemnly. “Like the final boss who watches you wipe on his minions for three hours.”

Then you both sat there in silence before quietly realizing:

“So… who’s gonna wake him up?”

You looked at Idia. He looked at you.

“Nope. Not me,” you said quickly. “He gets bitey when he’s cozy.”

Idia flailed his hands. “I’m not touching him!! He tried to murder my hoodie strings last time I sneezed too close!”

A moment of eye contact. Then in perfect sync:

“ORTHRO!"

[cheriladycl01]

Billion Dollar Baby - Grid x Billionare! Reader x Lewis Hamilton (Rom) Part 3

Plot: Girlie loves Formula One, but she also loved Chaos and Drama so she offers the FIA/ the F1 Teams 300 million to do a race … for her under her rules!

You and Lewis had of course seen the tabloids, the tweets and the Instagram posts. And you guys were practically the headline in each gossip magazine.

You both chose to ignore it like you always had done. When you first started dating you're relashionship was broadcasted all over the internet for everyone to see but you guys just got on with it. You guys were in love with one another and thats all that mattered

It was the breakup that was the hardest to deal with. Seeing his face pop up everywhere that wasn't right in front of you in person was the hardest thing you ever had to do. Lewis said it was mutual and maybe in the moment you only agreed to call it quits because you didn't have the energy to fight for him like you should have or maybe because you thought that would make him happy.

But it didn't make any of you happy.

On the plane to Mauritius you and Lewis caught up with everything that had been going on in your lifes and it felt loike you guys were back to the 2020 where you guys were calm and not fighting over stupid things.

Today was a chill day, lounging on the sunbeds on the beach your villa was at while Lewis was snorkelling around. You were reading a book watching the scene around you before Lewis beckoned you to come to him.

"What?" you call from your reclined position on the sunbed.

"Come join me. I wanna show you something! Bring the snorkel mask too!" he shouts back over making you groan before getting up and taking off anything expensive and leaving it in the lock box and joining him at the surf.

"Look i got you this, remember you used to collect them?" he asks showing you a beautiful shell.

"Woah, where'd you find this?" you ask holding your hands out for it and he plops it in there before pointing out the general location he found it in.

"Maybe there's more and we could find matching ones" you grin as you place the snorkel mask on so its on your forehead.

"Mmmm lets go for a swim together theres loads of fish just past here and i saw some nurse sharks!" he exclaims and you follow him hand in hand pulling the goggles down with the free hand before dipping under the water and seeing the lagoon of life below.

You guys spent the rest of the afternoon swimming and collecting different shells and watching the sun set in the water before going back to the villa to get ready for dinner which a private chef would prepare for the both of you.

"Y/N? I want to talk about ... us" he offers and you place your knife and fork down onto the plate neatly, finishing of the food in your mouth.

"W-what about us?" you ask, a flutter in your stomach.

"Well... i just I want you back. I've wasted too much time being without you and ... i feel like i need to make up for it now" he offers and a small smile pulls on your face as you try to pick up your wine glass without showing how you are shaking from nerves and excitement.

You never even dreamed of being with Lewis again as it seemed even too far fetched outside of even your dream realm, let alone your reality. So this was it for you.

"You can have me back!" you say.

"And i know that maybe ... wait did you just say" he stops in shock.

"Yes, Lewis. I think part of me knew that i've always been yours and i just never thought to reach back out to you because you looked like you were concentrated and happy and i didn't want to distract you!" you exclaim happily.

"I - so this is official, us i mean?" he asks and you nod before repicking up your fork to finish off your meal.

"I mean, you haven't asked me yet Sir Lewis Hamilton" you tease, lightly tapping his shoe with yours and he just rolls his eyes.

"Y/N Will you be my girlfriend" he says and you place a finger to your lip and look up as if you are deeply thinking about the question thats been asked of you.

"Hmmmm ill have to think about that" you laugh looking at him.

"Come onnnnnn" he groans looking at you with those brown puppy dog eyes.

"Yes Lewis, ill be your girlfriend!" you smile, taking your hand is his. You stare at him for a few second before he puts something up on the table, it was a small little velevt box.

"Now that's official i think you should take this back" he nods, opening the box up to show the promise ring he'd given you from his grandmothers collection all those years ago when you first met. It meant the most to you, but you'd given it back to him the day you broke it off.

"I've never had anyone else where it because it belongs with you. You should have kept it last time!" he sighs, slipping it back onto your finger.

"I love you Lewis" you smile up at him.

"I love you too, thank you for giving me a second chance. Will you come to the next race with me?"

"I'll come to everyone you race at, but im still investing in Mclaren's future. Lando and Oscar have become like sons to me and i want to see those boys win" you grin.

"Alright alright, and about me driving the Williams in the charity race, can i ch-" he starts and you go to throw some bread at him.

"NO! You stay in Willaims no favrioutes!" you exclaim at his remark.

You were excited for the charity race in a month! It would be exciting to see everyone in different cars!

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[embracedfire]

Can’t go to bed yet bc my body said nuh uh so I’m going to spit qsmp purg 2 au thoughts out YIPPEE

It’s a long one folks

So I’ve had this au idea that I’m sure has been thought of b4 that the entire team of Bolas got stuck behind (maybe minus Phil) instead of just Baghera and Cellbit

I have this whole thing about what like items would be used to hunt the participants down each member would use and kind of what each of their masks would look like/resemble

CELLBIT

Uses a machete/knife weapon

Mask looks very similar to the mask he wore in the purg 2 livestream, a half-mask deal covering the lower part of his face with like cool black and red motifs like the armor + little spikes. He has goggles that match as well

Craziest out of the bunch. He’s having a blast

BAGHERA

She still has a chainsaw. I feel if I were to take it away it would be a crime + she would definitely not let me even if I tried

Her mask is a debate between a half mask like Cellbit w/o goggles or like a duck mask with a big window for the eyesight type deal because I still can’t decide what her actual design looks like (like human or anthro duck)

If not for the rest of the pack, she’d definitely be the most insane. But thanks to them being present in this au she’s in second place behind Cellbit

FOOLISH

I’ve thought about what he’d use a little bit and came up with the idea of him using drills and bombs to get to players. Not sure if I’m 100% on this but it fits his building obsession. Maybe he uses these to access hunted down players that are underground/hiding?

Shark mask. 100% a shark mask. I’ve seen really cool fanart of him with a shark gas mask. He deserves it.

His insanity is mediocre. Probably, ranking all of them from most insane to least, Foolish is in spot #4. He’s still pretty crazy tho

SLIME

I’ve come up with a cool concept of Slime using something similar to the gas event that happens where he uses a gas release type thing. If you’ve ever seen that one enemy in the Outlast: Trials game that releases the insanity gas when he attacks a player its similar to that but much more extreme. Plus this gas is flammable and toxic to breathe in (except if you’re in the Bolas pack bonded cult because they snorf that shit up for breakfast).

Another thing I’ve thought of for Slime is something to revolve around his code abilities. I think it’d be neat if he could somehow track other players using these abilities and that’s how Bolas finds players. (Maybe by the end of it he could do some funky shit that notifies Philza to their location, maybe by sending him cords or something over like those radio/phone/communication device looking things I’ve seen fanart of for the residents of Quesadilla Island 👀). I can also see him going feral and going after Bad as payback :)

His mask looks like the one in the final purg 1 stream with the big eye window. Maybe some other funky green tubing or something with the gas?

3rd most insane. Have you heard his laugh when he’s doing a literal insane bit?? I am to be able to act that crazy sometimes :)

JAIDEN

Hard to say if she survives the nuclear blast like in canon in this au, but if she does live she’d be our resident arsonist! I’d imagine she and Slime team up often for maximum damage and explosions. Plus arson just feels like something a Jaiden in this type of au would think is fun.

Her mask, like a lot of fanart shows, looks like a parrot plague doctor mask with gas mask elements. But, like her v-tuber during purg 1, I think having her mask looks like the Bolas logo is a great option too. Maybe a combination of both?

A bit less insane than Foolish, but just as traumatized as b4 :)

CARRE

Gun. For the sillies. Only person who gets a gun. If we’re being serious, I’m not entirely sure what he’d have due to only knowing him from the vague points I saw of him during purg 1, but I think maybe a combat knife could work?

Either a regular ass gas mask or like some N95

The chillest person there. Probably still a bit crazy, but at least he’ll be hanging out.

I think by the end of purg 2 (I’ll have to look into this, I wasn’t there for live purg 2), the pack will have killed a bunch of the players, if not all of them. I don’t know much about the lore with like, anyone in purg 2 (only Baghera, Cellbit, the outcome of what happened with Sneeg’s character and the winner of the event), but I think it’d be fun if Sneeg’s character had a role too :)

So by the end, someone (most likely Slime in this au) would find Sneeg all mutated and stuff from the radiation. If we are going with Slime here, he probably will feel pity and have him stay with Bolas even though Sneeg’s very aggressive and dangerous. Probably a couple days later is when they are rescued by Philza, Sneeg goes with them and stays with Phil. I like the au’s I’ve seen here on tumblr of q!Sneeg just being chill/relatively calm when around only Phil and I want to implement that into this au :)

Maybe Sneeg starts to heal, if only a tiny bit, and is fine around the eggs (I can see Phil going like “We don’t attack the eggs, Sneeg. Eggs = nice and good and fragile” and Sneeg just going “:|” “:)” )

Anyway I’ve had this in my head for a while now and it’s going on the internet forever wahoo

[ayukaze]

MY DEPRESSION HAS BEEN CURED MY SKIN IS CLEAR MY CROPS ARE FLOURISHING ALL BECAUSE OF THIS ONE IMAGE THIS IS THE YEAR OF ADVENTURE PANDERING LETS FUCKIN GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Let's break this down one by one ~

This is such a good Sora fit I don't even know how to explain how very much OG Sora this is, the pink tones of the overall sporty outfit perfectly capture all levels of her personality. To top it off she's sharing flower themed cream sandwiches with Piyomon AAAHHH the subtle reference okay merch team you can take a w. Not to mention Sora is perfectly matching with Taichi and the fruit in her sandwich is orange stoooopppp itttt!!!!!

TAICHI OMG who is dressing this boy because that's the most he's ever jocked as a 11 year old. The sweatshirt, cargo pants, matching wristband and the sense to put his goggles down, he is winning the sporty casual fashion show for sure. And of course him and Agumon are enjoying some chicken popcorn, love how they weren't even subtle with the packaging art we all know Japan's favourite fried chicken brand anyway 🤣

Yamato. YAMATO. Y A M A T O. You're 11 can you tone down the cool guy heartthrob behaviour for a minute because I am losing my mind THE DOGTAG CHAIN IM GONNA SCREEAAAMMM ACTUALLY I AM SCREAAAMING AAAAHHHHHHH. He looks so good, there is absolutely no wrong element in his entire outfit, everything is perfectly paired up, a fashionista is among us. The little thumbs up over the onigiri that Gabumon is offering him?? Is he telling Gabumon that he's okay with having one and Gabumon can have the rest because that's the sweet, protective, kind, caring baby he is at heart???🥹🥹🥹The blue and green gradient in the background tho?? Mimato math is mathing bestiesss 🤣

Takeru is just a lil guy, but such a perfect lil guy!!! I like how his outfit has the similar green shade as his anime outfit but they still chose to gave him a new beanie instead which doesn't really match the colour tone of the rest of the fit but it's Takeru so we know that he can pull any hat off and that's what he does!!! Him and Patamon sharing burgers, okay mood, but why is he looking so surprised? I need to know what happened, did he spill some sauce on his overalls? Was the burger too hot to bite? WHAT HAPPENED TAKERU????? 😢

Jou, I see you paired up the plaid pants with a nice long, muted, warm toned jacket BUT I SEE THAT PURPLE SHIRT POKING IN FROM INSIDE and excuse me sir but why that purple with the plaid 😭 I need to see a version where Jou isn't wearing the jacket so I can make an informed rating on this outfit but may I add that in the full merch pic he has paired this look with green and white sneakers...I cannot defend you I am sorry Jou, please try brown loafers next time 😭 But outfit aside, Jou eating a taiyaki with Gomamon is lowkey funny I just know that Gomamon cracked a Marching Fishes joke at least once.

Koushiro...I will not go into detail but I will say it's cute that you have a sweater with a little K on it, it's also very cute that there is a splash of orange in your outfit, who's attention are you vying for it isn't subtle at all bby boy and I am grateful you matched your shoes to your sweater even if the socks are definitely a choice and that blue with orange is also definitely another choice. Good to see your are making choices. I like that him and Tentomon are sharing dango, it's always nice to see Koushiro's fondness towards Japanese traditional snacks hinted at in some way.

MIMI. QUEEN. SLAAAAAYYYYYYYYYY!!!! YOU NEVER EVER MISS MY SWEET BEAUTIFUL BABY GIRL. The pastel tones matched with the grey stockings for contrast, that beret and the fuzzy hem boots, you just know she shops at Takashimaya and Isetan and anything below it will just not do 👏🏻 Plus Sora and Mimi are wearing the same tones, which probably means that they pre-planned the outfits together, cuties!!! Also Crepe is such a Mimi™️ choice of dessert but I always get teary eyes when I see Palmon mimic Mimi's gestures, there is just so much love and admiration between them for each other, pure childish wonder 💚 And the crepe even has a cutesy character face on it, which kinda looks like Monzaemon, though I can't be sure but if it is then another win for a subtle reference. Not to mention both Yamato and Mimi look like they've dressed in a more cool and elegant style than the rest like they might be on their way to a date THE MIMAT MATH IS MATHING YALLL!!!

Hikari looks super cute, I think there isn't much official art of her in casual clothing for OG stuff so it's nice to see her in a more cutesy fit suited to her age. The hairband matching the cardigan is such a nice touch!! I can't recall any other casual outfit for OG design Hikari except the War Game and Memorial Party dress, so I think this would be the first time we see Hikari with a hairband and it just looks adorable. Of course she is sharing an ice cream with Tailmon, it's kinda their brand now but like Takeru she's making a surprised expression, perhaps she wasn't expecting Tailmon to offer her a bite of her ice cream?

To conclude, this is probably the best OG artwork we've gotten since Idk maybe the Rainy Day stationery series. This will be sold in advance at the Kamio Store booth at Anime Japan 2024. No other details were mentioned, but the event booth sale feels like a pre-sale before the goods become available more widely at other outlets, hopefully, at some stores that international fans have access too as well.

Thank you for coming to my TedTalk.

Ayushi out.

[splatooshy]

okay so here is the second and final part of (this ask). my answers are a bit shorter but i wanted to fit it all in (pardon the pun)

damon salvatore nsfw alphabet, h-z:

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

likes to make himself pretty and somewhat hairless, with his suggestive little happy trail leading to a manscaped groin. the carpet does, in fact, match the drapes (it would be weird if it didn’t, no?)

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

the first time he confessed his love for katherine was when she pegged him (see part one, sect. C)

gets confused between love and lust, as per his canon pining.

definitely has fun playing all lovestruck with human flings.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

why jack off when he can have actual sex?? no but i’m 100% certain he’s masturbated to stefan and elena having sex. and stefan and katherine. because he’s freaky like that.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

enjoys nipple play a little too much. i’m pretty sure that’s actually canon.

he’s also highkey a masochist. which is awkward considering how often he gets tortured.

see part one, section D (dirty secrets).

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

his bed, obviously. it’s custom made (like a super king bed but bigger) and extra sturdy (no twilight bed breaking here!) for maximum fun.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

fighting. he picks fights with EVERYONE. often in the hopes that they’ll pin him down and hate fuck him.

literally everything turns him on 😭

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

getting slapped in the face.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

i just KNOW he prefers to give - it pleases his ego to know that he can make people turn to jelly with just his tongue. he definitely excels at it.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

again, i think he really enjoys playing different parts with his human flings - lovestruck idiot, bad boy etc. so it differs. but he definitely gets uncomfortable when it’s slow and sensual with another vampire.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

loves a good quickie - him and ric while hunting vamps?? or in the bathroom at one of the million town events?? the only sex he loves more than a quickie in the middle of some boring luncheon is a multiple day long sex marathon.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

he’ll try anything once. twice, if he’s still on the fence about it.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

vamp stamina kinda rules this one out. but i think he can hold out for hours if he so wishes (he rarely does). i feel like with him, foreplay is more important than the actual sex. and takes up 2/3 of the time.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

see prev (c). the question is, what toys DOESN’T he own. uses them on himself mostly - no partner of his needs to use any toys, and if they did, it would be because they’re using them on him.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

he’s a TOTAL tease. but once he gets under the sheets, he’d rather be teased. he’s a brat through and through.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

embarrassingly needy whines, *very* loud, lots of hitched breaths, choked groans & moans. will try and stifle them but gives that up eventually. begs on rare occasions only.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

he has 100% been a stripper —sorry, exotic dancer— for a kink club. easy feeding, free drinks, gets paid to look pretty??? dream job. like, in a human AU, damon defs says he’s gonna drop out and become a stripper at every minor inconvenience. maybe even does do it.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

imagining the x-ray goggles poster but it’s stefan looking disgusted as damon walks by.

what’s under his clothes? nothing. absolutely nothing. he refuses underwear on “moral principle”, or so he says. why do i feel like the only underwear he owns is all sexual 😭 like the sluttiest things possible — oh. my god. damon in a lacy g-string???? canon.

probably wears a cock ring on occasion. perhaps even a plug (to make himself pretty for elijah) . at one point he had a prince albert piercing. and nipple piercings at multiple points in time.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

even for a vampire, damon’s libido is impressive. and spontaneous — he gets horny at all of a sudden at inopportune moments. definitely makes fun of his brother for being stuck with a teenager’s sex drive & stamina, even though his is not much better. a perk of that is he can come multiple times with little to no refractory period. and enjoys being fucked even after he finishes.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

conks out during post coital snuggles, if his partner isn’t ready to go again. tells them to wake him up when they are 💀 (or just play with him until he wakes). i feel like he and enzo fall asleep like little otters (holding hands so as to not drift away). he will wake up the instant something changes — if damon finds that ric’s trying to remove his limbs while damon’s happily asleep one more time, i swear to god——

[acaciapines]

son of sea foam fancats lets GO

yes i am normal. these were all made in the game pixel cat's end! its a very fun little cat-collection game with an adventuring feature thats really fun to do while watching youtube videos and the like! if you happen to have/make an account (next opening is late september i think) feel free to friend me! i'm bigwolf643 <3

Vera

the girl herself.....i spent SO LONG looking for a perfect gray cat to be vera (bc she is a gray cat. you get me) and then in the end i just used one that was the child of cats in my own village lol. i had her from the start too...technically i settled but also she's perfect. anyways!!! i love my lil vera...the lightning...the knife...the lesbianism....she is Perfect.

Leo

leo :) he is so orange cat coded. fun fact leo was actually one of my og faves i think...i always really liked the idea of his and piper's relationship. SO I STAY WINNING IN SOSF LOL. anyways, for his design i gave him the goggles + bandana + hammer for the like, inventor side, the fire for his Powers (and the purple fire bc it fit w/ the libertas stuff) and!! his heart locket that matches with vera <3

i got him after vera and when he moved into my village he IMMEDIATELY sorted to sit next to vera. so truly it was fate.

Evelyn

i actually was going to originally stop with just a leo and vera but evelyn was just a random kitten in my village and in vera's first scenario with her they became rivals which i thought was hilarious and thus. evelyn fancat!!! i think my inspiration was obvious lol, blues and greens and sea-themed! i added her little crown later but i think it was the right call, its VERY cute.

Hugo

and last but not least, hugo!!! he is a brown cat bc. uh. idk he seems like a brown cat to me <3. the skull-themed items are obvious, and the ornate copper-wear is cause idk, prince of the underworld??? he deserves to look Fancy. his outfit has the most custom content i think but also it slaps so i dont ever care.

and those are the guys!!! if anybody was wondering, custom items cost essence fragments, the premium currency (which you can earn in game via specific items/trading but its much easier to buy it outright with real money). all together these outfits costed 525 ef, which amounts to. about 50 united states dollars <3. or in my case, about a month of grinding adventuring for business cards which i sold for about 50 ef each.

anyways. I Hope You Love My Cats!!!!!!!!!!!

[lostonehero]

I have the urge to write martim smut

But make both of them monsters

It's actually based on the fic I haven't posted so think of this as cannon for when I finally post it

Warning smut

Tim was in the guest room. Well, it was his room technically, Martin's father moved his things over and sold off his apartment. He was completely terrified of the man, so he never said a word. He also destroyed the circus, and the unknowing was stopped thanks to him, so he couldn't complain.

Tim groans as a new wave of pain goes over his body. He knows that the changes would happen rapidly after the first scales started to appear. His hair was matted with sweat, and he was naked too scared to put anything on his sensitive skin, especially his legs. Speaking of his legs, they felt like they were the heaviest thing on the planet, and he couldn't move.

The door to the guest room opened nearly silently as Martin slipped inside. He swallows and clears his throat. "Danny and Sasha went out to uh.... they went out."

Tim's eyes were screwed shut. "Martin, I.... please can't you make this." He sucks in a breath, feeling the bedding under his turn to a plastic tarp. "Less mess is good." He tried to joke as another wave of pain overcomes him.

Martin slowly makes his way over and sits behind Tim. He was no longer wearing clothes, and he wrapped his arms around Tim. "If you tell me no or stop, I will leave you alone, and I will never try again."

Tim sucks in a breath as another hand covers his face, knocking off his glasses. "I need to be distracted, please." His own hands dig into the skin of Martin's own legs. "P-please." The skin felt like it was getting tougher.

Martin lowered another pair of arms down grabbing two identical cocks Tim now sported. "We'll be monsters together, my husband."

Tim was overwhelmed. The pain was forgotten as pleasure shot through his body. "T-two? I thought.... I thought." He moans, feeling clawed hands trace along his members. He couldn't feel his toes, but that didn't concern him.

Martin's voice lowered an octave as Tim felt 3 pairs of hands on his body. "Once your lower half is fully formed, your hemipeen will be able to act as both normal and internal like a woman, but way more nerves."

"M-martin." Tim can feel himself drool, but he had a feeling that wasn't drool it tasted odd. "W-what else?" He moans louder as Martin's touch was painfully slow but deliberate.

"Your ears are getting pointy." Martin nips at Tim's ear, causing him to gasp. "Tell me, does this feel good?" Martin starts to pinch and play with Tim's nipples.

Tim groans and attempts to thrust his hips upward. It didn't hurt but felt different from having legs. "Why does i-it- " He gasps as his head is turned and a tongue is shoved in his mouth. He moans into the kiss and bites at what he thinks is a mandible, and he hears Martin moan. They break apart, and he wants to be able to see. "Eyes, Martin, please.." He whines growing desperate.

Martin shudders, and he puts a pair of clear goggles on Tim. "Don't scream, please."

Tim opened his eyes, and his legs were gone, but he could see clawed hands around his penises and a third in-between teasing to go inside, and that felt amazing. Two more hands were on his chest, the claws digging into his skin, leaving marks. He finally turned to look at Martin. He still had his curly red hair and freckles, but the wings on his lower back were spread wide. His lower half was that of a spider, and above his wings were two large arms with massive clawed hands. He had large curled horns with a flame between two points, his tail getting larger to match his body. He had eight eyes and a spider mandible. He took a breath and came hard, splattering his chest and Martin's hands.

Martin's face had a gray blush as his hands retreated, and he attempted to skitter back as Tim turned himself around. "I.... Tim...."

"I think I want the dinner I'm owed now." Tim doesn't let Martin answer as he reaches out and rubs Martin's front spider half till he feels a slit, and a startled gasp turned to a moan means he found the right spot. He clicks his lips and leans forward, taking a long lick, and he knows his tongue got much longer.

"TIM!" Martin shouts, and two of his hands dart out, grabbing fistfuls of Tim's hair. "Oh, mercy." He could feel his own member slowly emerge, and he knew Tim took that as a challenge as he was swallowed. "Tim, please, oh please... fuck fuck fuck fuck." He has never had anyone who was willing to touch him like this let alone do this.

Tim moaned in pleasure he unhinged his jaw and took all of Martin. He tasted like a forbidden treat, and he wanted all of it.

Martin couldn't warn Tim as he let go and came fast. "Tim... Tim, I'm sorry."

Tim swallowed and licked his lips. "I'm sorry. Why did that taste good? Fuck me Martin if that's what you taste like I would blow you as a snack."

Martin's gray blush got darker. "Tim!"

"Look, I'm just saying." Tim's long tail curled around him, getting off the floor. He stared down at himself. "Weird... I'm not used to it being internal."

"That's your big takeaway? Tim, your legs are gone!" Martin gives a startled yelp as Tim hugs him.

"We didn't even have sex and I have to say that was the best sex ever." Tim was breathing heavy the transformation and their actions catching up to him. "You're warm."

Martin watched Tim crash and fall asleep as he snapped, cleaning the area and both of them. Wait, did this mean he wanted to do this again?

.......

Tim groans and stretches. He was sore, but he felt satisfied and hungry.... really hungry. He opened his eyes to realize he was still wearing goggles, and what had happened crashed into him. His lower snake half has wrapped around Martin, who, well, they both were in the nest web the other man made. "Martin?" He hissed out low.

Martin stretches and cracks open two of his eight eyes. "Tim?"

"Are you ok?" Tim didn't mean to tighten his coil, but it didn't seem to bother Martin.

"Mmh, fine, just can't sleep in a normal bed like this." Martin yawns and opens all of his eyes. "Are you ok? I just wanted to help. I'm sorry if I crossed a boundary you were in pain, I shouldn't have taken advantage."

Tim smiles softly. "I don't regret it."

"You don't?" Martin sounded skeptical.

"Yeah, I don't, but you owe me a real dinner before we do anything again." Tim chuckles softly. "You also have to cut me some slack. I don't know how to untangle myself."

"I think i can manage that." Martin matches Tim's smile.

"Good because if I tire myself out, you're stuck with me." Tim watches Martin laugh, and joins in himself.

[1st-lil-poet]

{𝐑𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲'𝐬 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬}

[TW: Cursing, Mentioned loss of limbs, Death Threats and Implied death.]

[𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨 belongs to @00lari00 , 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐲 & 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐳 belongs to @capturecharlesau ,𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐫 belongs to @jaytoons7 , 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 & 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐩𝐬𝐨 belongs to @bluetorchsky , and 𝐑𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲 and 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 belongs to me!]

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𝐑𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲: Hiya! Nice lounge, Italy boi! X3

𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐲: Oh, you must be one of Maddie‘s friends!

𝐑𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲: Yep! But, I have one small question..!

𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐲: Of course! Ask away, Mio amico!

𝐑𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲: So, I heard Maddie that your husband was brought back to life, meaning that he was dead, right..?

[While Danny nodded in agreement, he didn’t notice that his lover, Crusher had already been in the room to intentionally ears drop on their conversation with a mug of coffee in his hands.]

𝐑𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲: So, that means you make out with a corpse, right? \:<

𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐲: Well, ye- EXCUSE ME?!

[Crusher face burned red as he chokes on his drink, Danny just stood there with his eyes wide open, his face steaming red.]

𝐑𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲: Am I wrong?

𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐲: W-well… You see… It’s DEFINITELY not like that!

𝐑𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲: Oh, Really? But, he used to be dead… Why are your faces re-

𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐫: WOW, LOOK AT THE TIME!!! WE NEED TO DO IMPORTANT WORK STUFF, RIGHT NOW!!! BYE FOREVER!

[He immediately grabbed his husband and booked it out the room, leaving Riley alone. Riley responded by flopped on to the couch, to search for some crumbs to eat. But before she even got a chance to, Maddie stormed in with a bitten chain leash.]

𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞: I WAS RUNNING AROUND THIS DAMN SPACE STATION FOR 40 MINUTES!!

𝐑𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲: You'll never take me alive, sucker! >:3

𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞: Oh, really because *Yawns* I got you where I want yo-

[As soon as she opened her eyes, Riley was gone without a trace… Maddie whines as she stares at the empty space, before she starts running away to the moth once again.]

𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞: How does she keep doing that?!

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𝐑𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲: Hi! :3

𝐕𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐧: Oh, hi there! How can I help you?

𝐑𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲: I just wanted to say a little cute idea, want to hear about it?

𝐕𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐧: Sure! What is your idea?

𝐑𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲: If you lose your arms, then you would a matching couple!

𝐕𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐧: Sorry for asking but…HOW is that… cute?

𝐑𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲: So, you can grab some pretty charms and stickers for your new prosthetics! Like one of those peanut butter and jelly stickers! Pretty cute idea, huh? :D

𝐕𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐧: That’s sweet of you… but I don’t losing my arms is a good idea…

𝐑𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲: Boo. |:<

𝐕𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐧: Excuse me?

𝐑𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲: Nothing… :|

[Violin raises his eyebrow in confusion, until his husband strolls into the room, grabbing his attention, but before he even had a chance to speak… Riley was already chewing on his prosthetic.]

𝐑𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲: *Mouth-full* Your arm taste like rocks! :3

𝐀𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐧: Thank you…? Now, can you… let go of my prosthetic?

𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞: WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?! WHEN I FIND YOU, I’LL CHAIN YOU TO A TREE AND BEAT YOU LIKE A FUCKING BIRTHDAY PIÑATA!!!

[Riley's atenas shot up in heartbeat as she released her fangs from his mostly metal arm and crawled into the air vents.]

𝐕𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐧: What did you even do?!

𝐑𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲: I may have drank her milkshake and spat some at her to get away. >:3

𝐀𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐧: Why did you-

𝐑𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲: Gotta go, bye!

[She crawls away before he could request a answer. Accordion sighs in defeat, but glances at the small but visible bites on his arm.]

𝐀𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐧: How do I explain this to the chief?

𝐕𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐧: You could hide them with cute stickers.

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𝐑𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲: *Hanging upside down* Hello, person! :]

𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐨: Gah, who are you?!

𝐑𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲: I'm Riley! Green goggles, cool gloves… You must be Polo! :D

𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐨: How do you know my name..?

𝐑𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲: Maddie told me about you, saying that you’re a nerdy weirdo like me! :D

𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐨: NERDY?!

𝐑𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲: Who's the cute boi under your desk? :>

[Benz was napping delightfully under his desk, Polo’s entire face was covered in heavy blush.]

𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐨: W-well, he was tired a-and I wanted to-

𝐑𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲: You didn’t answer my question, you simp! >:[

𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐨: I'M NOT A-

𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐳: Den Mund halten! I'm trying to sleep… Who’s she and how did she get in here?

𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐨: Benz, I am so sorry for waking you up! I didn’t realize that I was-

𝐑𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲: Guys, look!

[Polo spins around to his horror as he stares at a violently, bubbling chemical was in her hands.]

𝐑𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲: All I did was pour some pop rocks in it, isn’t that awesome! :D

𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐨: Yeah, awesome…! If you could just-

𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐳: Give it to him, he can make it 100 times awesome…!

𝐑𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲: Wait a minute, what if I add ALL of my pop rocks?! >:D

��𝐎𝐓𝐇: WAIT, NO STOP!!!

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𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞: My legs hurt… Mom, can I get a milkshake?

[Calypso ignore the question and continue to clean her bar, Maddie responds by softly growls at her.]

𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞: Mom, may I PLEASE have a milkshake…?

𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐩𝐬𝐨: There it is, now was that so hard?

𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞: No…

𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐩𝐬𝐨: Now, what do you say?

𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞: Thank you…

𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐩𝐬𝐨: What was that, sugar?

𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞: Thank you… Mom.

[Calypso rewarded Maddie with a milkshake and a grin. As she was about to take a sip, a thundering bang came from just below the floor they were on. The two stared at each other until Calypso was the first to say something.]

𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐩𝐬𝐨: Should we check on them…?

𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞: Nope, if it has nothing to do with us, then walk away… And, it’s probably safer if we stay up here… Trust me.

[Maddie exhaustingly drinks her milkshake as Calypso just stares in confusion and worry, but she chose not to ask for her own sanity…]

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I hope you liked it! A little fun fact, Maddie is now adopted by Calypso! :D

[chiimeramanticore]

What's your current favorite song?

oh boy another chance for me to talk about how all over the place my music taste is !

i went back to listening to classic country after a few months break from it, riiiiiight before i started playing new vegas (like literally a day or two) so ive been almost exclusively listening to that lately lol. wrt country i tend to pick up one song at a time and rotate in my head for a while and my current one is pop a top by jim ed brown ! i love the way this guys enunciates his words + matched w the reverb rly scratches my brain lol. i also love how the chorus is written in such a way that it works as a return in the typical song-structure sense and also a way of progressing the plot, both on a meta level and in characters! with each chorus, he realizes he's been rambling and says he'll leave soon, but then continues anyway, both progressing the song and the story he's telling UGH its so cool

i've also in the last day or two picked up a lil fixation on tarzan boy by baltimora after watching todd in the shadows' video on it! ive been crazy into his channel lately, i love learning abt music history within the past century or so and he manages to combine that with simply reviewing popular music and i think thats neat . i dont even wanna yap about the song too much literally just watch the video and learn why im obsessed lol. the only thing else ill say is this is a song i kinda grew up listening to since my mom has always liked 80s new wave/alternative so finally learning the story surrounding it took it from "distant fondness" to "oughghh..... ouhh.,., i love this song.."

but if we're talking like my actual favorite song it's eternally between mos thoser by food house and brass goggles by steam powered giraffe

[the-amazing-ms-menagerie]

Meet the gang

Part 5: Anthrax, Lord of the Flies

Just look at him. Very well kept. Very peaceful. No thoughts behind those eyes. Very demure.

Seriously

Okay, so. I just made it to paldea. I was about to go to school, when I realised "wait, do I really want to study psychology in a stuffy castle, when I could be enjoying the summer breeze?". So, off I went. After catching Hullabaloo, I just started walking. Camped under trees, battled everyday trainers for money, slowly amassing a functional pokedex.

One day, I stumbled upon tagtree thicket. A wonderous forest, teeming with critters and monsters of my homeland, yet one felt out of place. A long-fingered shadow, leaping to and fro the canopy, like an unholy faerie from legend. I knew I had to catch them.

Living with Anthrax is certainly interesting, especially starting off. He makes an effort to slap anything I'm currently holding out of my hand, then consistently cackle at my attempts to pick the object up. Mugs have been smashed, ropes get pulled, and maps get torn. Doesn't help that any unbroken object gets written upon with toxic sludge.

By some strange circumstance, he never plays tricks when we're researching or working. You see, as much as I loathe the academy's boxed-in style of learning, bright lights and lack of greenery, I love conservation work. So, I assist the biology teacher with getting data on pokemon, whilst repairing any habitats or reintroducing any endangered species.

Let me tell you, when I realised Anthrax didn't yell or hit me for the entire duration of my cramorant watching, I was impressed to high hell! He even grabbed the binoculars, looked at them, then made some "notes" in my book... although, "hungry burd" isn't the most insightful gatherings. Still, a respite from the insistent cackling is always a plus.

Nowadays, daily life with Anthrax is rather nice! Well, compared to the shouting matches George and Hullabaloo have. He keeps watch when we're out in field, using my old binoculars to spot oddities; And when the dry paldea sun would surely roast us alive, it's Anthrax that calls in the rain with his silly little dance. Let me tell you, out of all the pokemon in my team, there's no one I trust more than Paisley and Anthrax.

Anthrax is truly the gorbinos quest of paldea.

Oh fuck, this is so stupid if you haven't seen the other spikemuths pokemon.

Grafaiai w/safety goggles

Max speed and atk, with some HP

Ability: prankster

Rain Dance

Doodle

Knock Off

Parting Shot

And ybhbbbbbb

[yisanged]

blondie follows grianmc and solidarity gaming on instagram. do you guys think I can pull him by talking to him about third life. we talk sometimes now. he dmed me "thank you so much for your help the other day" because I helped him during chem. also in chem today he did tell me that when I wear my lab goggles and it messes w my hair it looks like foreskin on a penis. but anyways. he's also announced that I'm his dawg multiple times to various people. and once he grabbed the glasses off my face and put them on himself and asked his friend to take a picture. and at the football game today he sort of reached out to me almost for a high five except his fingers were splayed and when I reached back he grabbed my hand and locked our fingers for a second in the air. but he didn't match up the fingers right so he tried again but still didn't get it right. and then he let go and said "sorry was that awkward" and turned and grabbed his friend's hand the same way. and he walked with me to my car and made fun of my bad driving and told me to drive home safe. do you guys think he wants me

[0zzysaurus]

Marivert Marivert!! Tell me about ur Marivert hcs :>

Just the same ones as usual :]] I might throw out some cute flatmate au ideas/prompts/sillies tho:

- Marius covertly adopts a street cat, it sits on the wheelie bin outside the kitchen window and he feeds it ham. He wants to bring it inside but Javert said he hates pets and thinks they smell bad

- smash cut to six months later where Javert does his paperwork w the cat curled up in his lap because there isn’t a grumpy man on earth who said “no get that thing out of my fucking house” and didn’t then grow to love it like flesh and blood

- they often do not pay their bills on time and Marius will get woken up by furious yelling when Javert takes his morning shower and the boiler’s been disconnected

- neither of them can cook. Ready meals are their lifeline and the microwave is worshipped like an idol. And yet somehow Marius still finds a way at least once a month to put something explodable in it

- Javert will regularly direct Marius to the “appointments charter” (notebook with coffee stains that lives on the kitchen counter) to mark down house-guest requests. Sometimes Marius just wants the amis guys to come over !! (denied. They are criminals. Get better friends.)

- “Hey, your partner looks familiar… have I seen them somewhere before?”

- “Oh my god you have to let me know the next time he/she comes over because their dad/daughter CANNOT know about us” — cue elaborate setups to get Valjean or Cosette out the house without either of them realising what’s happening

- on the flip-side Valjean and Cosette both think to themselves “hey… it’s weird that his roommate is some random guy from the street that I’ve definitely seen give funny glances to my daughter/father in the past… what a weird coincidence…”

- 90% of the time they are arguing. 9% of the time they are chilling in the living room eating cereal out of the box and watching How It’s Made. 1% of the time they are rawing it from the back and trying not to gaze into each other’s eyes for too long

- Javert wants the Snoopy Moped fucking gone. Marius still has his L plates too. It’s so embarrassing please get rid of it. (Marius has the matching snoopy goggles helmet to go with it he’s keeping it for life)

- they are both the worst roommate ever. Javert is super meticulous and strict and demands that the house be respectable. Marius attracts mess wherever he goes, often forgets to do even basic housework, and is regularly making a fiasco of the place often by no fault of his own (he is still trying to convince Javert that it was Grantaire who spilled a pitcher of gin and coke on the Turkish carpet)

- the mug incident is still my favourite au prompt for them btw

[ningningspapafrita]

NEO GOT MY BLOCK

CHAPTER 5.

NOBODY LOCKING ME DOWN

Jaehyun ran through the dark street, his footsteps echoing against the empty surroundings. His breath was labored, his body pushed to its limits as he desperately tried to escape whatever unseen danger was lurking in the shadows. The hours seemed to blur together, the night seeming to stretch on and on with no end in sight. He kept running, his muscles burning with each step, but he couldn't slow down, his adrenaline keeping him going despite the weariness and fear that consumed him.

Jaehyun turned the corner, and just as he thought he'd gotten away, two cars suddenly appeared, blocking his path. They were coming straight towards him, trapping him in a tight space and preventing any further movement. He was in a panic, his heart pounding in his chest as he searched desperately for a way out, but there was none. He was cornered. Jaehyun watched as a black hooded figure walked over, snagging him off the street and into the trunk. He'd been too tired to fight them off.

Jaehyun passed out.

He woke up tied to a chair in a cold sweat. His head had been covered by a thick cloth of some sort.

"Please, you've got the wrong guy!" He begged to no avail. He could hear approaching footsteps that'd match the beat of his racing heart. Then the bag had been pulled off. Jaehyun's eyes shot around as he took in the dingy warehouse. He inhaled sharply, getting his eyes to focus on the man just a few steps away from him. The guy's face had been covered by a pair of black goggles he wore alongside a heavy fur coat. Jaehyun would've laughed at the man's get-up if it wasn't for his current predicament

Jaehyun took a deep breath before speaking. "w - what?"

"You think I wouldn't find out, fool?" The man lifted his goggles. Jaehyun nearly choked when he registered the other face.

"Oh, I got eyes everywhere, twenty-four-seven, 127." Mark growled, standing tall and stiff. A stark contrast to how he had been yesterday.

Jaehyun shook his head as he stuttered out. "What are you talking about?"

Mark snapped his fingers to the side. As if on queue, the sound of a knife slicing through the air was sharp and loud, sending a shiver down Jaehyun's spine. He was petrified, his body shaking in fear as he watched a black haired Taeyong walk out from a dark corner wearing an abnormally puffy green outfit.

Taeyong pointed a huge butcher knife in the boys' direction. "Sup bitch. We know you kissed Jungwoo! Why you gotta have to do us like that, huh?"

"Hey! I...I-" Jaehyun couldn't form a single sentence.

Another figure, this time shirtless and covered in vibrant neon paint, jumped down from the ceiling screaming and flaring a pair of nunchucks like a pro. Jaehyun registered the boy as Johnny.

'Oh.' he thought.

"Why are you here?" Jaehyun questioned unamused.

Johnny paused his movements, offering a short smile. "I just wanted to feel included.- Bitch." His face then dropped matching the other two's threatening gazes.

Jaehyun yelped. "We can talk this out!"

Mark pressed his hands together. "It's too late for talking." His expression stiff and cold. Taeyong waved his knife around with a tsk.

Mark continued. "I'm gonna give you a face for radio." He paused to look at the other two. "Let's mess him up."

Jaehyun felt his impending doom as the boys approached him. Maybe it was the adrenaline or his fear, but everything became so detailed, like the dust in the air, the body propped against the wall. Jungwoo's cold, dead eyes staring at him from the corner. J- Jungwoo?

Jaehyun yelled out to the top of his lungs just as he felt a pair of hands wrapped around his throat.

Jaehyun's eyes shot open, his body jolting awake as he was yanked out of his nightmare. his body drenched in sweat as he tried to catch his breath. He sat up in bed, his mind still dazed from the terrifying nightmare.

"I gotta get this on lockdown." He stutters out in a rattled breath.

He got up from his bed, and he went through the motions of his routine. As he brushed his teeth and combed his hair, he mentally steeled himself for the day ahead. He grabbed his backpack, slinging it over his shoulder and heading out the door luckily, avoiding Taeyong, Mark, and Jungwoo on the way out. It had been pretty early in the morning, so he found himself lucky enough to avoid them anyway.

Jaehyun arrived at the school pretty quickly. He walked around the courtyard, rubbing his temples, hoping the bell would just ring already and dwindle the chances of running into. -

"What's up!" Johnny suantered over joining the jumpy Jaehyun. He tossed him a concerned look "You look fried."

Jaehyun chuckled. "Couldn't sleep last night."

“I'd seriously consider Tempur-Pedic pillows. Changed my life.” Johnny waved his hand around “Or are we talking non-pillow issues?”

“Just some shit. It’s nothing, Johnny.”

“Is it drugs? You slinging? You stole a car? Held up a liquor store?” Johhny’s concern and voice grew in volume as he continued “A drug store? A corner store.”

“No store.” Jaehyun huffed. Johnny visibly paled. “Home invasion? Assault? Assault with deadly weapon? Oh my god. They made you kill someone didn't they!?”

Jaehyun hissed gesturing for his friend to quiet down. Johnny looked around. He faced his friend, lowing his voice. “For your sake, I really hope it wasn’t a white person.”

“I didn’t kill anyone!” Jaehyun scoffs. He stares at Johnny for a moment in contemplation before opening his mouth. “I kissed Jungwoo.” He had to admit, it felt pretty good saying it outloud.

Johnny mouth fell open and he blinked back in shock.

“What? You kissed Jungwoo?. Why would you tell me that? You know I can’t keep a secret.”

Jaehyun rolled his eyes. “I call bullshit. You kept the football secret for months now. Unless you all of the sudden developed glaucoma or became a pirate.” he pulls Johnny’s makeshift eyepatch over the boy's head. Johnny scowled and hurried to fix it. “That’s not funny! And piracy is a problem!” Johnny runs to catch up with Jaehyun. He stops just in front of the other. “And...And... I’m cool with my own secrets. Other peoples? I’ve got nine hours tops. And thats with perfect conditions. If there are any extenuating circumstances, all bets are off.” Johnny starts listing off on his fingers.

“I can’t be too hungry or too full or too hot or too cold or feel like I’m being physically cornered.” Johnny points to Jaehyun. “And what about Jungwoo? He literally lives with Mark, He could tell him at any moment!”

“Jungwoo’s cool. He keeps it tight!” Jaehyun argues. Judging by Johnny’s disturbed expression it would take a lot more convincing.

“You boned?’ Johnny asks in disbelief.

Jaehyun scoffs “God no! I’m talking about secrets; He can keep a secret!”

Johnny laughed as he fanned himself. “And we're in the middle of a freaking heat wave. There's no way I could keep this in.”

“Fine. I’ll handle it.” Jaehyun pulls out his phone to scroll for Taeyong’s contact. Johnny snags the phone out of the boy's hand. “What are you doing? You don't deliver heartbreak via text! You gotta do it in person!” Out of instinct, Johnny chucks the phone onto the pavement, shattering and breaking the device into two.

Jaehyun’s face contorted to one of pain and agony. He slowly glanced down at the phone before turning back to his friend with barred teeth.

“Oooh” Johnny raised his hands in defense “You’ll thank me later.” He runs off and leaves the teen with his failed and horrible shattered escape goat. Jaehyun reluctantly picked up the phone. He’d been silently examining the broken remnants when he’d been approached by the star of his gulity conscious.

“Hey. Wow, you look....not good.” Taeyong smiles, pulling him over to a nearby lunch table.

Taeyong proceeds to frown, taking in the others' tense form. “I’m sorry. I take full responsibility. I shouldn’t have blown you up every night. And I promise I will stop talking about the woman who may or may not be my mom. Oh, by the way, did I tell you? I found her on Facebook, but her account’s private-”

Jaehyun’s eyes shot down to examine himself. Had he been sweating this much before? Shit is it noticeable? It’s just the heatwave.

“She’s an author! You think that's a sign or just a coincidence?” Taeyong asks, grinning like a cat.

Jaehyun gulped, refusing eye contact. “I don’t know. But somethings been weighing on me.”

“I know.” Taeyong says. His almost neutral expression made Jaehyun a little uneasy.

“Y- you do...?”

“Yeah.”

Jaehyun panics. He looks around, to anything, anyone. He must be dead already thats gotta be it.

Taeyong lips twitch in a smile. “And.....I’m in. I’m ready to take things to the next level with us. I cant keep our stitch a secret anymore. It’s eating me up.” Taeyong sighs.

Jaehyun could feel the muscles in whatever ass he had unclench at the moment. He nods his head as collected as he could manage. “Yeah. I feel you...”

Taeyong nods back in agreement. “Yeah, we gotta find a way to tell the guys so they won’t get pissed.....Oh hey!-”

To Jaehyun’s luck, Jungwoo stopped by the table. The taller boy smiled and waved awkwardly at the pair. “What’s up?”

“Nothing! Nothings up?” Jaehyun says, hoping this was just a brief interaction.

Jungwoo chuckles. “Great...uh, can I borrow Taeyong for a sec?’

“NO!” Jaehyun blurts in a panic, Earning a strange stare. “Uhm....haha... I mean ‘No” need to borrow him. He’s all yours.” Jaehyun adds, with a smile.

Taeyong just gets up and follows Jungwoo a few steps away, unfortunately just enough distance that Jaehyun is unable to eavesdrop. His heart rate increases when Taeyong glances back to glare at him. Jaehyun couldn’t believe it. Jungwoo definitely told him. Infact

both of them had looked upset for some reason. Jaehyun almost froze when Taeyong came stomping over.

“Everything coo-”

“NO!”

“A- Are we cool?”

“I’ve been played!” Taeyong fumes. Jaehyun licked his lips preparing to conjure up any possible explanation he could when Taeyong continues. “Haechan just suckered Jungwoo into hanging out after school, and Jungwoo just suckered me! Can you believe that? I got double suckered.”

Jaehyun let out a laugh in relief. “That sucks.” He gets up avoiding Taeyong’s sour expression. He runs into one of the buildings just as the bell rings for first period.

---

“Just three more periods.” Jaehyun trudged down the stairs dreading the thought of running into anyone else. He'd hadn’t encountered anybody since this morning so he thinks he’s doing pretty well.

Thats until he feels something wrap around his wrist and pull him back towards the staircase. “What the hell, man? You can’t roll up on me like that!”

Johnny struggled as he adjusted the watch on the others wrist. “I’m letting you borrow my watch. It’s synced with my phone timer. Tick-tock!” He jabs his finger into Jaehyuns bicep. “The timers ticking, so you better start talking. By the way, Mark is coming.”

Jaehyun turned around proceeding forward into the hallway with Johnny. Mark walks over joining the two.

“What’s up?” Mark laughs. Jaehyun took a deep breath before opening his mouth.

“Uh...” Jaehyun jolts when Johnny delivers a quick smack to his shoulder. Jaehyun glances at Mark with a strained smile. “So, Jungwoo-”

“No!” Mark balled his fist.

Jaehyun gulps. “No.....?”

“I’m done talking about him. I’m over getting rejected. Its called self-respect. So from now on, I’m only into girls now. Girls who are into me.” Mark explains, he turns his head to see haechan biting his lip and blowing kisses his way. Mark turns back to his two friends with a frown. “You know, between us, I’m actually not into girls.” Johnny and Jaehyun exchange funny glances. Mark walks ahead, pausing in front of the pair. “I have the appropriate capitol and I have an idea for a business.”

“What's the idea?” Johhny asks. Mark glances around almost suspiciously. “It’s huge. I mean so huge that I can’t talk about it here.” Mark smirks. “Don’t wanna get Winklevoss-ed.”

His friends look around in disappointment. Mark starting to shake with anticipation. “Okay! Fine, Here’s the idea. It’s an app. Java user net-surfer Glossary web orientated operation.” He reaches into his pocket and hands Johnny a tiny business card. “That’s all I can say for now. Johnny. Come over after school? No offence Jaehyun. This doesn’t fall into your skill set.”

“I have an A- in computer science.” Jaehyun retorts.

Mark rolled his eyes. “Exactly. And I have an A.”

Jaehyun couldn’t hold back his smile when Mark walked away. He turns to Johnny, pumping his fist. “My job is done. He’s totally over him.”

“Over him?” Johnny scoffs, holding the business card up for the other to see. “Than what does this acronym mean?”

[JAVA, USER, NET-SURFER, GLOSSARY, WEB, ORIENTATED, OPERATION]

Jaehyun sighs. He bites his lip, feeling defeated. "Jungwoo. Damn, he's not over him"

“No shit sherlock. And now I’m supposed to go over to his house after school! I can’t be alone with him.”

“You won’t be alone, Jonny. I’ll tell him about the kiss before you get there.”

“Then why do I even need to show up?”

“Because I need you for post-convo damage control.” Jaehyun explains.

Johnny paused as he considered the other’s words. “Your right. I’m better with Mark when he cries. But you’re gonna have to promise you’ll get there first.”

“Nothing can stop me.” Jaehyun offers his friend a fist bump and walks away with some newfound hope and a brand new watch for the next 6 hours.

---

“Go wack out those tags, and keep your head on a swivel. SVTs have been patrolling.” Jeno puts out his cigarette against the porch steps, oblivious to the look his brother had been giving him.

Jaehyun glanced back and forth between the man and the heavy spray cans he’d been gripping onto. “Yeah, cool. Just gotta stop by Mark’s first to uh sort some shit out.”

Jeno had completely turned to face him now. Despite the pitch-black tint of the man's sunglasses, Jaehyun shook. He could almost feel the phantom pain of the bruising that littered his whole body a few weeks ago just from that stare alone.

“Or....I’ll knock this out first of course!” He holds onto the cans tightly moving to check the watch.

“4 hours to go...”

---

Johnny // 3:21pm

Jaehyun! Where are you? Hurry.

I can't hold out any longer!”

__________

“Johnny! Could you put your phone down for 2 minutes. I’m talking about a billion dollar idea here!” Mark says, moving to join the boy on the couch.

Johnny continued to rapidly type away. “I’m texting Jaehyun. He should be here by now.” Johnny looks up from his phone when it dawns on him. “Damn it! Jaehyun doesn’t have a phone.”

Mark squints “Did you invite Jaehyun?”

“No, I didn’t you did!”

“Dude, I was pretty explicit in my directive. I said, ‘Johnny, come over after school.’ Not Johnny and Jaehyun. In fact, I’m pretty sure I told Jaehyun it doesn't fall on his skill set.”

Johnny leaned back in confusion. “I didn’t hear you say that?”

Mark pulls out his phone with flared nostrils. “Oh really?” Mark plays the audio.

“No offence Jaehyun. This doesn’t fall into your skill set.-”

Johnny groans “Why are you recording our conversations?”

“For any future litigation. We have to be prepared to defend our IP!” Mark explains.

“Yeah, no Mark, I don't think that's legal you have to have two-party consent to record conversations.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.”

Mark smirked as his phone made a loud beeping sound. “Great. Just got your consent.”

---

Haechan looked around the room in awe. It was always nice to see his, I mean Mark’s space and his house and not just from outside the window.

“Hey, I didn’t say you could do that!” Jungwoo says.

Haechan ignored the others' protest as he continued to rummage through the closet. His eye’s lit up when he caught sight of a certain article of clothing. “Oh, Yes! Jungwoo what size are you?” He turns around showing off a pair of pink boxers to a mortified Jungwoo and Taeyong.

Jungwoo laid a hand over his heart. “Oh, honey....no.”

Haechan grimaced as he waved around the boxers. “Well excuse me for touching the cherished undies!”

Taeyong chuckles. “No, I think it’s a pretty normal thing for people to not want you to touch their underwear.”

“Well not if we’re besties. Taeyong I really thought this bitch was really gonna cramp our style, but HaeTaeJung has a really nice ring to it. Doesn’t it?” Haechan smirks turning to rummage some more.

Taeyong glares at Jungwoo. “I take no responsibility for this. You were properly warned weeks ago.”

“Everyone deserves a second chance.” Jungwoo argues.

“Look, look!”

The two look on in awe when Haechan walks out the closet wearing one of Marks T-shirts that had been a couple sizes too small for him. “Yes, right? It’s good, right?” Haechan says, almost out of breath.

Jungwoo chokes back a laugh. “Yes! Your body your choice.”

Taeyong disagreed heavily at the sight of haechan's belly button. “Uhm, Hyuck, I think it might be a little too tight.-”

“Taeyong you are the last person who should be giving out fashion advice.” Haechan gawks pointing to Taeyong. “I mean, look at you... In that doo-doo outfit. Your always trying to be comfortable all the time. You know, sometimes it’s okay to leave your dignity at home!”

Taeyong looked down at his outfit with a pout. Jungwoo offered a hand of sympathy while Haechan starts groping his own ass in the mirror. “So, Jungwoo...” He starts “How’s living with Mark? He take a lot of showers?”

Jungwoo leans back onto the bed with a sly smirk. “Oh yeah. Mark loves to get sudsy.”

“Nice. Because you gotta get clean before you get dirty~ mhhm! So, tell me, does he ever use the ~loofah~ on ya?”

“No. But let’s just say a shower cap isn't only for the hair on top if you know what I mean.”

Haechan practically moaned at the information “Oh, I can’t wait to show him my shower curtain! Oh, oh, What else does he like?”

Jungwoo got up from the bed with a hum along side Taeyong, stopping to pause behind the mirror while Haechan awkwardly adjusted the shirt.

“You’ve been asking way too many questions about Mark. It almost seems like you're more interesting on gathering intel on him then hanging out with us.”

Haechan’s movements faltered. He looks at the pair with furrowed brows. “What...No. I mean...I mean I am interested in Mark but.-”

“So, you admit it. He’s the only reason why your here.” Taeyong say crossing his arms and shaking his head in disapproval. Haechan almost would have felt guilty if his intentions weren’t so obvious. He’d have to try harder next time.

“No! like you guys, too!” Haechan grimaced almost as if the words burned to come out his mouth. “Sometimes. Yeah!”

“Jungwoo wasn’t it Haechan’s idea to hang out? And wasn’t it Haechan who suggested that we come to your house? Which happens to be where Mark showers? Convenient. -” Taeyong looks away as a singular tear escapes his eye. “.... And hurtful.”

Jungwoo frowns. “I really don’t like being used, Haechan. I think it would just be better if you just gave us our space.”

Haechan’s mouth fell open. “Guy’s I am not using you! Agh. But I can see how bad this looks, so Imma go.” He sighs turning to exit the room. Jungwoo stops him mid exit. “No. You dont need to leave, just.... stand in the hallway and reflect on your actions.”

“Are you sur-”

“Mhhm!” Jungwoo pushes him out the room slamming the door in the tan boys face.

Taeyong propped his elbow against the dresser leaning in with a smirk. “You’re good.”

Jungwoo snorts. “Don’t touch my underwear?”

“I feel like my brain just got dry humped.” Taeyong sighs.

Jungwoo’s face fell to one of annoyance as he stared at the shadow under the crack of the door. “One sec-”

He throws the door open. Haechan flew, colliding face first with the carpet.

“And that’s 15 more minutes!” Jungwoo points.

“I deserve 20.” Haechan rubs his own thigh with a pained groan. Jungwoo crouches down ripping the poorly hidden pair of pink boxers out from the boy’s back pocket.

Haechan hops up from the carpet stepping out the room with a pout. “Sorry...”

Jungwoo shuts the door again more careful to not slam it. “I’m scared for Mark.” He say’s almost in a whisper.

Taeyong quirks a brow. “Mark would appreciate that and a handy.”

Jungwoo stared back with wide startled eyes. Taeyong just continued. “No pressure but if you ever find yourself with time on your hands...”

“Ah..Moving on!” Jungwoo interjected. He finds his spot back on the bed. Taeyong sits down next to him with a questioning gaze. “So, if not Mark, then who would you be into?”

“I don’t know...What about you, Taeyong?”

“No one.” He half chuckles.

Jungwoo rolled his eyes. “I don’t believe that.”

Taeyong nervously glanced around the room.

“Well...maybe there’s one guy...”

---

[4 HOURS AND 29 MINUTES]

Jaehyun quickly finished covering up the SVT emblem, glancing down to his wrist and checking the time. He felt a pang of nervousness in his gut, knowing he had to hurry up so he wouldn’t get caught. Jaehyun dreaded each passing second as it had been 1 second less to knowing his dirty little secret. 4 more hours -

“HEY, WHAT THE FUCK YOU DOING?”

“LET’S GET HIS ASS!”

Jaehyun’s heart skipped a beat as he twisted around and hauled ass down the back ally.

---

“Johnny! This is a business meeting and I’m starting to feel you don't have the mettle to be COO.”

“And I’m starting to feel you should be in an alleyway hosting a tea party for stray cats!”

Mark furrowed his brows in confusion.

Johnny’s waved his arms around with blown eyes. “You’re going crazy!” the taller gets up from the couch with a huff. “And there is no app. And since there’s no app, I’m out.”

Mark, feeling frustrated, pushed the other back down on the couch. “There is an app.”

“Oh really?” Johnny snorts. “Tell me the name again?”

“Java User Net-surfer Glossary Web Orientated Operation”

Johnny snatches the whiteboard and marker off the coffee table, spelling it out clear as day. “J.U.N.G.W.O.O”

Mark chuckles. “What are the odds?” Johnny slams the whiteboard back on the table, growing even more frustrated. “You’re in deep. Deeper than I thought.”

Johnny lets out a soft sigh when Mark slumps down next to him with a small sob. He felt a bit guilty but more or so concerned. He had no idea how to console him.

Mark wept. “I am in too deep! I’m drowning! I don’t know what to do. Do I give up? Do I try harder? Johnny, be my compass. Steer me in the right direction. Do you know anything that would help me illuviated this obsession?”

Johnny looked around the living room, searching desperately for some kind of solution to Mark’s problem. He knew for a fact he would slip up and spill if he even attempted to console him, but the sight of his friend crying sent him into a panic. Johnny bit his lip, when he turned around and saw it. His golden opportunity.

“Haechan! Come here!”

Haechan stepped out into view. He wore a sorrowful expression. “I can’t. I’m on blast. I was kicking it with my bitches when those bitches kicked me out!” Haechan scoffs “I mean I am only here for the D but-”

“Interesting! Uhm Mark is having a similar problem. He’s making everything about a boy. I’ll leave you two to discuss now.”

The taller gets up, inching towards the front door while Haechan swayed his way over to a reluctant Mark.

Johnny mumbled as he reached for the doorknob ‘screw this. Jaehyun’s not here. I’m out of here. I don’t need this.’

He slowly opened the door, and his heart skipped a beat at Jeno’s sudden appearance. Fear shot through his body. Every single one of his instincts were telling him to run or hide. Johnny swallows hard, trying to find his voice but being unable to speak a word.....so he didn’t....he slams the door shut.

Mark and Haechan stood a few steps behind him, locked in a fearful embrace. Johnny shut his eyes and took a deep breath. Maybe Jeno isn't actually out there?

Johnny swings the door open only to gasp.

Jeno stared back at the boy with a plain expression. “Someone shot one of the homies. Have you seen Jaehyun? He ain’t answering his phone.”

Johnny shook his head violently. “His phone ain’t working. Not that anyone broke it or anything. It just died....Of natural causes.” he gulps.

“If you see him, tell him I’m looking for him.”

“Yes sir.”

Johhny slowly shuts the door as Jeno stomps away from the house. Mark and Haechan stare back at Johnny with concerned expressions. The police sirens blaring outside had grown concerningly loud.

Johnny placed a hand on his hip gesturing towards the door. “I’m still going. I just wanted to give Jeno some lead time you know?”

Johnny reaches for the door, only to flinch back and nearly jump out his skin as the door swings open. Jeno shuts the door pressing his back firmly against it. Johnny backed up until he was standing behind the other two teens. He grabs onto Haechan’s arm, clinging to him for some sort or protection.

A loud voice boomed from a nearby police vehicle outside. “THIS IS N.P.D. THIS BLOCK IS ON LOCKDOWN. FOR YOUR SAFETY REMAIN INSIDE UNTIL FURTHER ADVISED.”

Johnny shut his eyes, mumbling incoherently. Mark tried to listen in, but the helicopters and sirens were only getting louder as they flew above his house. “W- What, Johnny?!”

“I said, I can’t believe we're stuck in the house with Jeno!” Johnny was convinced the world was against him. The sirens had gone quiet enough for possibly the whole neighborhood to hear what he had just blurted out. And worst of all, Jeno, who had been boring holes into him just a few feet away. Mark took the opportunity to walk away when Renjun called him.

Johnny and Haechan on the other hand, made the wrong move by sitting on the couch just as Jeno moved to do so. Johnny sat shoulder to shoulder with the man, offering a strained smile. “So, can I get you anything? Water? Coffee? Tea?”

Jeno sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Personal space.” He groans.

Johnny get up and sits down on the arm rest, now sitting uncomfortably closer to the man.

“Yo, why you so close to me? There’s like five other seats!”

“I wanted to ask you something... if thats okay. But if it's not okay, I don’t need to ask it, even though I’m dying to know. But I don’t need to die. Not that you’d kill me, but you could.” Johnny blurts out.

Jeno sits up and glances back at the boy with a sigh. “If I say yes, will you shut up?”

Johnny nods his head and speaks. “Do you know who Lucas is?”

“Which Lucas? Baby Lucas’s dad or tiny Lucas’s son?”

Johnny furrowed his brows at the options. He pulls out his phone scrolling to find the notes app.

“Mhmm, Wong Yuk-hei.”

Jeno burst into a fit of laughter. “Ah, Lucas!” Johnny laughed along until the man’s face fell flat. “What do you want with Lucas? He’s an original Neo.”

“A-hah. The O.N!” Johnny smirks

Jeno shook his head. “Doesn’t work that way.”

“My bad... So is there anything you could tell me?”

Jeno’s stare became even more intense as he turned to face the teen. “Do I scare you?”

“Yeah!”

“Well he scares me.”

Johnny stared forward feeling mortified. Jeno scared? Those are two thing’s he’d never pair together. Should he drop this all together? Who are you Lucas!?

“This sucks dude!” Mark walks over settling down on the loveseat seeming to have gotten off the phone with his father. “My parents are stuck, they were on a Costco run. Theres no snacks in the house.”

Johnny turned to look a Mark as dread settled in his stomach. “But if I don’t have snacks... Haechan... please tell me you have snacks on you.” Haechan lit up at the request. “Boo, you know I do” Haechan pulls out a small ziplock back from his back pocket. “It’s egg salad. But...it’s warm.”

Johnny gags and reluctantly takes the sandwich in a quick handoff which unfortunately and literally occurred right under Jeno’s nose.

He pulls it out of the bag taking a huge chunk out of it as tears stream down his face from the overwhelming smell of mayonnaise and booty sweat.

Mark covered his mouth with a gag. “Dude, why are you eating that?”

Johnny replies with his mouth half full. “For the greater good.”

Jeno rubbed his nose remarkably looking even more pissed than before. “Is that the sandwich?” Jeno glared towards Johnny. Haechan’s face scrunched in pain as his stomach rumbled. “No....It’s... It’s me... I got the egg booty coughs. -”

“Oh, I swear to God if you don't go away!” Jeno spits. Haechan lunged off the couch, jumping to his feet and running off down the hallway.

Mark groaned leaning back in his seat. “He just went into my room.”

Jeno’s phone started to buzz. He fishes it out his pocket reading off the contact. “Where can I take this?”

“There’s no one in the bathroom.” Mark says, pointing down the hall.

---

[59 MINUTES AND 58 SECONDS]

Jaehyun sprints out from the back of the building into an alleyway. He hadn’t known how long or why the lockdown had started, but what he for sure knew was that he had to get to Mark’s somehow.

“STOP PUT YOU’RE HANDS UP!”

His heart skipped a beat as he saw the cop car in front of him, without hesitation he puts he quickly throws his hands up into the air, with a look of defeat. The watched beeped almost mockish. He was for sure screwed.

---

“Okay, so... You’ve been smashual with this dude all summer and now you wanna go legit?” Jungwoo asks with a shrug. “Go legit. What’s the worst that could happen?”

Taeyong frowns “The guys' can stop talking to me, and our dynamic could change. We’ve been super tight since 4th grade.”

Jungwoo’s lips parted in surprise. “You’re telling me none of you’ve ever had a boyfriend or girlfriend? Jaehyun’s never had one?”

“Maybe once in sixth grade, but since then I don’t know... he doesn't talk about that stuff with me.” Taeyong explains as subtly as he could.

Jungwoo taps at his chin in thought. “Well... ah what about Mark? What if Mark got one?”

Taeyong chuckled. Yes! God yes. He’d probably unclench a little.”

“Maybe that's what they say about you.” Jungwoo smiles.

“You implying I’m uptight?”

“No! But you just... tend to overthink.”

Taeyong sighs “That’s because I don’t have anyone to talk this stuff out with. All my friends are losers...”

“And it’s just you and your dad right?” Jungwoo squints, maybe this would be the appropriate time to ask. “Where’s you mom?’

Taeyong’s eyes fell, his shoulders slumping slightly. “I...don’t know...She left when I was little.”

Jungwoo’s heart filled with pity as he continued to stare at the boy. The brunette quickly readjusted himself to sit up straight. “Okay! This is becoming a sad-fest, so...-”

“I’m sorry!” Jungwoo blurts.

“No, no! It’s just complicated in the mom front.”

Jungwoo waved his hand in the other face. “La la la, back to the topic, As you’re new best friend. I think you need to stop worrying about what the guys will or won’t say. And don’t be afraid to bring this mystery dude around and introduce him to the crew!” Jungwoo quirks a brow. “Or do they already know him?”

“They don’t!” Taeyong take a deep breath. “But... if they did, do you think that they’d care that I kept our sitch a secret for so long?”

“So, they do know him...?”

“No, no, no! That’s not what I meant.” Taeyong panics. “Okay I’m done sitting on the hot seat. You feeling anyone at school?”

Jungwoo lips his lips and smirked. “I don’t kiss and tell.”

Taeyong grins. “You kissed someone?”

The bedroom door flew open, and Johnny ran inside. “Theres a lockdown outside!”

Taeyong laughs. “We know. We can hear?”

“And also, if you're hungry, there aren’t any snacks.”

“Got it.”

“And also, I know you may wanna fill up on liquids since there’s no food, but Jeno’s taken over the bathroom and I don't think he’s coming out anytime soon so you may wanna dehydrate yourselves.” Johnny says in one breath.

Jungwoo’s head tilted to the side. “Why is Jaehyun’s brother here?”

Johnny’s eyes fell onto Jungwoo. He could feel the sweat beads creeping down his neck. “J- Jungwoo, Jaehyun.” He stutters “I don’t know anything about Jaehyun, Jungwoo. Is it crazy hot in here?”

Taeyong scoffs. “Yeah, we’re in the middle of a heat wave. Johnny, go get some ice.” The brunette turns back to Jungwoo disregarding poor Johnny.

“So. Who’d you kiss?”

Johnny involuntarily screams. “Hey! Let’s play a board game!”

Taeyong and Jungwoo put up no protest surprisingly and follow him out the room. Mark walks out of the kitchen and chucks a stack of board games onto the table just as they find their seats.

“Johnny, you can’t turn the AC up that high. You’re gonna blow the power.” Mark says.

“Well, I need to regulate my body temperature." Johnny said. Haechan runs out the kitchen hopping up and down. “I have to pee so bad! And I’m sprouting major turtle-head. Will someone tell Jeno to get out the bathroom!?”

Johnny looks up from the AC with wide eyes. “Go ahead.”

Haechan let’s out a few moans of pain. “I- I’ll hold it!”

Mark looked away choosing to ignore the issue, He’s talked to Jeno long enough. He glances back and forth between Taeyong and Jungwoo “So, what kind of games you wanna play? You guys feeling words, pictures, cards?”

“How about a game that reveals your innermost feelings and secrets?” Jungwoo suggests. “How about Smash, Marry, Kill?”

Mark grinned like a little kid at the suggestion, he would have been even more happy if it wasn't for the power cutting out at the same time.

“JOHNNY!”

Johnny clicks on his phone flashlight with a look of guilt. “I think that was a sign that we shouldn’t play this game.”

“Can I talk to you in the kitchen?” Mark asks.

Johnny shook his head. “No, thanks.”

Mark barred his teeth. “Oh, Johnny if you come with me to the kitchen. I’ll show you where all the snacks are.”

“Coming!”

Johnny practically runs into the kitchen with Mark. He searches the cabinet Mark directed him too only to come up empty handed. “Where are the snacks?”

“There are no snacks.” Mark says plainly

Johnny huffs. “God damn it. Do you know how messed up that is?” Johnny scooted back when mark took a few steps foreword. “Space, I need space please!”

“Dude, I’m tryna tell you something.”

“And I’m trying not to tell you something.”

“Johnny, you’re not making any sense.”

“You don’t want me too.”

Mark backed away, raising a hand in surrender. “Look. I’m just tryna say thanks. I mean, you got Jungwoo out of the room to play a game with me! I appreciate you for being such a good friend.”

“Yeah. Hold on to that.’ Johnny gulps.

Mark smiled before glancing around the dark kitchen with furrowed brows. “Is it raining?” Johnny points his flashlight at the source of the sound. Probably just a dripping faucet, he thought.

Johnny’s jaw dropped. “It’s not rain!”

Haechan had been releasing himself into the sink. He glanced back at the pair disinterested “What? Who knows how long this is gonna take. Could be all night.”

Johnny looked down to check his phone timer, the smell of warm piss that bloomed around the room hadn’t done much to calm his nerves.

He nearly passes out when he see’s the clock. “ALL NIGHT?!”

---

[20 MINUTES AND 58 SECONDS]

“Son, you’re in deep. Real deep.”

Jaehyun stared at the cops shadowed form the backseat, feeling increasingly guilty and anxious as the mini-interrogation went on. Each passing minute was a reminder that he was running out of time, that he had yet to tell Taeyong anything. The tension was almost suffocating.

“I had no choice.” Jaehyun says.

‘There’s always a choice.” Jonghyun scoffs. “Who are you protecting? Cause I’ll be honest with you, your story doesn’t make sense. “

Jaehyun made a firm gesture with his hand. “I’m telling the truth!”

Jonghyun twisted around to stare at him. “I wanna believe you. But I don’t think you’re that dumb.” Jonghyun squints holding back a smile. “Are you that dumb? Why wouldn’t Jungwoo tell Taeyong?”

“Because Jungwoo said that he keeps things private.” Jaehyun whines

The officer scoffs. “You don’t understand, do you? My ex-boyfriend Kibum knew immediately that I was hooking up with this one chick. It’s like a mental superpower, some scary shit! But You’re friend Johnny? Yeah he’s not the wildcard.” Jonghyun smirks, his voice dropping to a whisper. “It’s Jungwoo. “

Jaehyun’s eyes widened in suprise and his heart skipped a beat as the realization dawned on him. He stares at Jonghyun, speechless for a few moments. “Can I use you’re phone?”

“No. You don’t do this over the phone! You lose the tone when you use the phone.” Jonghyun offered a bright smile.

“We gotta get you there!”

---

[10 MINUTES AND 21 SECONDS]

“Go Mark. We don’t have all day.”

“Actually, we do. We’re locked in.” Haechan corrects the impatient brunette.

Mark clears his throat “I’m a gentleman, I make love. I don’t smash.” He turns his head when he feels Haechan’s breath ghost down his neck. “Than you’re not doing it right, Mark. Cause if you wanna guy to bow then you got to plow!” Haechan giggles caressing the boys face. “Right, Jungwoo?”

Jungwoo ignored the question, turning to the others. “Anyways! Make love, Marry, Kill.”

“I’ll go first!” Taeyong raises his hand. “I’d kill Haechan.”

“I deserve that.”

“I’d make love to Mark.”

“That’s really considerate, just as I would be as a lover.”

“And then I’d marry Johnny.”

Johnny looked up from his phone with a frown. “Seriously? Why can’t you make love to me and marry Mark?”

Taeyong raised his eyebrows. “We’re married. We’re having sex!”

“And what about the marital death bed?” Johnny retorts, earning a short grunt from the other. “Fine. I’m changing my answer. I’ll make love to Johnny and Marry Mark. Happy?”

Mark bit his lip as he stared at Taeyong. “I am. Because even though we’re married, we’re having sex. And a lot of it.” Mark turns to Johnny and whispers. “He made me get clipped.”

A loud sinister laugh filled the air. Everyone jumped in suprise. They turned their attention to the source of the noise and tensed at the sight of Jeno.

Johnny had been the first to say anything. “You wanna play?’ He reluctantly offers.

“Okay.” Jeno smirks pointing to Johnny first. “I’d kill you.”

Then to Mark. “I’d kill you.”

Then to Jungwoo. “I’d smash you.”

Then to Taeyong. “I’d smash you.”

And finally, to Haechan. Haechan kept his gaze fixated on the man as he rocked his hips in an attempt to be seductive, earning a smirk from Jeno. “Alright, I’ll smash you too. Then I’ll kill you.”

Jeno finally walks off down the hall. Even though it wasn’t his fault, Taeyong couldn’t help but feel guilty. “Guy’s lets just keep playing. Johnny you go!”

“Alright. I’d marry Jungwoo. Taeyong, you could be my side piece. And I’d kill Haechan.”

“Now it’s starting to hurt.” Haechan pouts.

Jungwoo sat up excitedly. “Okay, my turn! I’d make love to Taeyong.-”

“Say that one more time but slower.” Mark interrupts, he’d never thought the vision of that alone would bring him some disturbing joy.

Jungwoo sighed, repeating himself as requested. “I’d make love to Taeyong. I’d marry Mark. And I’d kill Haechan.”

Haechan grew frustrated. “All of you can eat my ass!.”

Mark pulls Johnny closer in a whisper. “You hear that? That’s the sign I’ve been looking for.”

Johnny grimaced. “Eating Haechan’s ass?”

“No! Jungwoo said he’d marry me.”

“Is it an open marriage?” Johnny asks, quickly covering his mouth with the palm of his hand.

Taeyong on the other hand had been chatting with Jungwoo. “Hate to break it you but you're not really my type.”

Jungwoo gently placed a hand over his chest in mock offense. “Damn. Would of been my favorite relationship. Lasted what? 2 minutes?” The two laugh. Jungwoo places his hand over Taeyong’s with a quick squeeze “But dont worry. I’m not crushed... Unless you kiss like Jaehyun.”

Taeyong’s face shifted from excitement to one of mild resentment. “You kissed Jaeyhun?”

“Yeah, On Halloween. But don’t tell anyone, I don’t want things to get weird.”

Jaehyun burst through the front door, his chest heaving with exertion from running to fast. As he tried to catch his breath, his eye’s landed on Taeyong who shot up from his seat turning to face him with a serene expression.

“You kissed Jungwoo?”

I don't feel like writing this anymore if I'm being honest. But look, it's jeno! ✨️