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Ghoaptober # 3

Prompt: Hurt

Words: 5100~

TW: Distressing/Negative Sexual Experiences, Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Restraints, Intersex Omegas (NOT sfw)

This version of Ghoaptober was created by @spadesandshovels

Please note that all the Distressing/Negative Sexual Experiences are not between Ghost and Soap. I think this one is right on the line for dub-con, so proceed with caution if that's something that might trigger you. If this is missing any trigger warning please do let me know!

I've always had an itch to subvert the 'omega desperately needs to get fucked during their heat' trope, so I honestly shouldn't be so surprised that this one got away from me like it did.

Enjoy!

As an omega, Soap had started preparing for his heat a good month in advance, he’d gathered up his favourite nesting blankets and made sure they were freshly laundered, he’d scouted a good Heat-Hotel that was nearby and booked a room, he’d even secured a partner. Some of the other omegas on base had been touting this new matcher app, that they’d reportedly had massive success with, so Soap had decided to give it a whirl and signed up. What’s the worst that could have happen, he was no doubt better trained than any of the civvies he’d be meeting up with. 

He’d been talking to an alpha named Dominic Wilckes and when the subject of his heat had come up, Dominic had asked if Soap was looking for a partner. With no reason to say no, Soap had said yes. He’s spent heats with and without partners before, and found accompanied heats to be much more manageable. 

Soap was in his room at the Heat-Hotel now, securing a layer of waterproof Heat-Sheets over his carefully arranged nest. When his heat was spiking he didn’t care, but when he was in a lull or was coming down, he hated having his nest being a messy, sticky, uncomfortable, ruined heap of blankets. So he’d learned how to weave a sturdy nest and had invested in specialty sheets that would keep it clean. 

His phone buzzed rapidly on the table, it was Dominic.

“here”

“safe n sOund solotions?”

“in the lobby”

“whr r u”

Dominic was a nice guy, but Soap could admit that the way he texted was a bit annoying. Having his messages open to send Dominic the room number reminded him that he hadn’t texted Ghost yet. He pulled up his location and sent it to his Lieutenant along with a quick text,

“At Safe & Sound Solutions, Room 348, Booked for three days, Should be back Tuesday.”

His message showed as being read within the minute and while he was waiting to see if Ghost would reply another message came in from Dominic,

“come down”

Soap reread the message, why would he need to go down to the lobby? Maybe there was an issue Dominic needed help with? Confused, but willing to help, Soap texted back a quick ‘On my way.’ and headed out, his riled instincts insisting he double and triple check that he’d locked the door to his room. That he made sure his nest was safe from intruders.

In the lobby, Soap found Dominic leaning up against the wall next to the lifts with a bag at his feet. Walking over, he tried to spot where the problem was. 

“Dominic? Whit’s wrong?” Soap questioned,

“Hey, John. Some of the people were giving me weird looks. I needed you to come to show them I’m not some creep hanging around for nothing.” Dominic stood from his lean and stepped into Soap’s space, bringing his arm up to rub a wrist over Soap’s nape. Scenting him. Soap let him, tilting his shoulders so the other man wouldn’t accidentally brush his mating glands, they got heinously sensitive when he was heating.  

“Oh, alrigh’,” Soap privately thought that Dominic was overthinking it, if anyone was looking at him weird it was for loitering around in the lobby, but not actually sitting in any of the many chairs scattered throughout. The lobby of every Heat-Hotel that Soap had ever visited always looked like Moses had called a plague of plush chintzy furniture down upon them. 

Soap led Dominic back into the lift, pressing the button for his floor. A chime from his phone brought his attention to the fact that Ghost had replied, he’d reacted to Soap’s message with a thumbs up and had sent back,

“Rog.” 

Ghost had a habit of reading his notifications as soon as he could, but often didn’t have the time to actually reply until later. 

“Who’s that?” Dominic asked, peeking over Soap’s arm to get a look at the screen. 

Soap locked his phone, the smile that had pulled up the corners of his mouth falling away. 

“Mah L.T. He likes tae know every’hings guid.” Soap replies, watching the numbers of the lift ding over to his floor and stepping out.

“Your L.T? What’s that?” Dominic crowded up against his back as he tried to finagle the keycard into scanning properly and unlocking the door. 

“Mah Lieutenant.” Soap pulls the door flush closed, grips the handle to make sure it’s sitting straight, then tries sliding the keycard through at a snail's pace. The light flashes green and he whips the door open before it can change its mind, sending a silent thanks out to Price for teaching him how to sweet-talk card readers. 

“Oh yeah. You're in some kinda military army thing right?” Dominic’s realization carried a strange tone of praise. 

“Yeah, U.K.S.F,” Soap clocks Dominics blank gaze and spells it out for him before he can ask, “United Kingdom Special Forces,”

A light comes on behind Dominic’s eyes, but a skeptical look crinkles his nose. “But can’t only U.K citizens join?” 

It's Soap’s turn to stare blankly, “Aye?” the answer carries a subtext of ‘you dumbass’ that Soap couldn’t have stopped if there were hostages at stake.

Soap watches Dominic’s confused look intensify. Good, they could be confused together.

“But aren’t you Irish?” 

“Nae!” Soap refutes, that idea in need of immediate culling, “Ah’m nae Irish. Ah’m a fuckin’ Scot!”

“Oh, I didn’t know Scottish people could join the British army?” 

Soap searches Dominic's face for any sign that he’s joking, Dominic looks earnestly back at him. 

Jesus Christ.

He’s not joking. 

“Scotland’s a par’ ae the U.K,” Soap says hesitantly, leadingly, begging Dominic to spend one brain cell on remembering his First Year geography lessons.

“Oh, Alright.” Dominic shrugs in a ‘whatever you say’ manner, that makes Soap think he’s doing it more to drop the conversation than he actually believes what he’s been told, “Are you already set up? When does your heat kick in?”

Dominic glances around the room, looking over Soap’s preparations, dropping his bag off his shoulder onto the desk pressed against the wall. Why a Heat-Hotel thought its room's occupants might need a desk, was the true mystery of the night. 

Soap shakes himself free of the disbelief clogging his brain, and checked his watch, “Wi’hin the ‘our, mebbe twen’y minutes?” 

Dominic shoots him an odd look again, clearly thinking something over.

“Whit? Whit’s wrong?” Soap glances around himself, but nothing looks wrong to him.

“Your accent’s cute, John, but it’s a bit hard to understand you. You know?” Dominic's tone is assured, almost complimentary, “It’s gonna be hard to know what you want if I can’t understand you.” He coaxes, like a parent reasoning with their toddler to not bite electrical cables. Like it’s what was best for everyone.

Baffled, Soap stares at him. He’s never gotten flak about his accent from his previous partners, everyone else had seemed to enjoy it. At least, Soap had thought they’d enjoyed it. 

“Aye,” Soap swallows hard, his stomach roiling “Eh- Uh- Yes. I can- Um- I’ll try tae- to speak,” flustered, Soap stutters through his answer as he tries to flatten his accent, “I’ll try to speak clearly.”

“That’s all I’m asking.” Dominic nods at him, “Now,” he slaps at his own thighs “where are we setting up? On the bed?” He walks over to the bed, toting his bag, and starts rummaging through the nightstands,  “They don’t have anything here, it's a good thing I brought my own stuff.” 

Soap eyes him as he approaches the nest, wincing as his tossed bag knocks free a carefully stacked pillow. Dominic clatters around a bit more, checking the minifridge and all the drawers in the desk. 

“Where’s your stuff?” He turns back to Soap.

Soap points wordlessly at the gutted dufflebag he’d carried his blankets over in. 

“Oh, you don’t use toys? A good omega? Like whining on your fingers instead?” Dominic’s voice dripped with sudden lascivious intent, he dropped his head to eye Soap through his lashes, licking his lips and petting his hands over his bag, “That’s okay, baby. Alpha will take care of you. I’ll give you everything you need.”

Soap inhaled shakily. He must not laugh. If he laughed he’d be out of a heat partner and his instincts would insist on him moving the nest. If he moved rooms he’d have to update Ghost. Ghost would worry about why he moved rooms and insist on checking on him. If his L.T came within one city block of him when he was on his heat Soap was dragging that alpha into his nest and not letting him leave. Soap did not want his L.T to write him up for fraternization. 

He must not laugh. 

“Oh yeah?” Soap eked out. Dominic must take the breathiness of his voice to be anticipation and his look only grew more seductive. 

“Yeah, baby. Come get comfy in your nest and Alpha will show you the presents he brought.” Dominic pats a hand on the nest, then gives it a surprised glance, “These are the blankets you want? They’re not very soft.”

Soap explains about how he doesn’t like his nest getting dirty as he crawls up onto the bed, petting a proprietary hand over his nest. It’s not like the blankets were scratchy terrycloth or anything, they were Heat-Sheets, they were made specifically for heats, they wouldn’t sell if they weren’t comfortable. 

“Here,” Dominic reached forward and Soap frantically knocks his hand away before it could tear into his nest. The judging look that Dominic shot him was completely uncalled for. What kind of psycho fucks with an omega’s nest. 

“What,” Dominic furrows his eyebrows at the omega, “I was just gonna show you a better way to do it. You could put a soft sheet on top, so you’re not laying on something so rough. I know omegas are super sensitive about that kinda stuff.”

“Nae- No. No, it’s fine like this. Thank you, Dominic.” Soap assures, sliding over to sit on the bed directly in front of Dominic, firmly between his nest and the alpha. 

After eyeing him for a moment longer Dominic shugs and turns back to his bag, muttering something about omegas being so picky under his breath. 

“I got you that water you like,” he says, pulling three litre bottles of Volvic mineral water out of his bag and setting them on the nightstand. Soap felt warmed and a touch shocked, he’d only mentioned that he likes Volvic best in passing. The warm feeling vanished when the next item Dominic pulled from his bag of tricks was a tall omegaen guard-collar.

“I know it’s usually that alphas wear muzzles for heats and omegas wear collars for ruts, but the skin on my face is super sensitive and I’ll get a rash if I wear a muzzle,” Dominic explained, handing over the collar when Soap hesitantly reached for it. 

It was made of good thick leather, fastening with two buckles in the back instead of a cheap zipper. The things that were throwing Soap off were that it was much taller than the typical guard-collar, how it flared out at the bottom to cover over his trapeziuses, and along with the four D-rings spaced around its middle, it honestly looked more like a posture-collar. 

“I was looking into the failure rate of guard-collars and this one has amazing reviews and no accidental bites,” Dominic supplies, tapping at the collar in Soap's hands, “Do you need help putting it on?”

Soap absently nods, not really processing what’s being said to him, and finds the contraption out of his hands and strapped around his neck within two heartbeats. Hands coming up to scrabble at the new pressure squishing his mating glands Soap gives a startled yelp and Dominic quickly grabs his hands. Shushing and cooing at him, giving his hands a firm squeeze when he tries to pull away. 

“It’s alright, omega. You’re doing so well.” Tuning out Dominic's crooning, Soap focused on calming his breathing. In for four, hold for four, out for four. In for four, hold for four, out for four.

With his breath under control Soap can admit that the collar isn’t as restrictive as he’d feared, he can breathe fine, and turn his head. Looking down or up presses a bit, but it’s not terrible.

Focusing on himself for a moment also revealed to Soap that he’d been so busy judging Dominic that he’d completely missed his body cresting through pre-heat. Taking another deep breath Soap warns the alpha that he’ll be going into full heat in a minute or two and watches the shocked look take over Dominic's face. It’s not surprising to Soap that Dominic hadn’t noticed, Soap’s scent has never been particularly loud and he’s not throwing himself at the alpha like the needy heat-drunk omegas do in films. 

The next few minutes are admittedly blurry to Soap as his body plunges into full heat, when he comes back to himself he’s face down with his ass up in the air and Dominic is playing between his thighs. By the wetness dripping down his legs Soap guesses that he’s already cum once, that or Dominic drools more than Eas A’  Chual Aluinn. 

Giving a pitching whine, Soap tries to get up onto his elbows and finds that the guard-collar wasn't Dominic’s only gift for him. There are soft leather cuffs secured around his wrists, latched closed with simple carabiners and attached to one of the D-rings of his collar with a short chain. Stopping him from lifting his head more than about twenty centimetres away from his hands, and consequently, the bed. 

“Do- Dominic?” He pants through his confusion and feels the man pull his tongue and what felt like three fingers out of his hole. 

“Back with me, omega? You’re doing so well. Getting so wet for me. Cumming so pretty.” Dominic rumbles, reverent fingers coming back to pet over Soap’s twitching hole. 

Soap pushes back into the touch, feeling achingly empty, his lower belly cramping with the need to be filled. 

“Alpha, please,” he whines “Need your knot, please, please, knot me, ple-”

“Hush.” Dominic commands and the omega’s jaw snaps shut, “I’m not done with you yet omega, be quiet and settle down. Take what alpha gives you.” 

Tears prickled behind Soap’s eyes. He got his elbows under himself and lifted his head up off of the nest as far as he could, breathing easier without the blankets in his face. He yelps when hot suction suddenly seals around his cocklet with three fingers plunging back into his hole to bully his sweet spot. Thighs shaking Soap is pushed into another orgasm, face falling back into the sheets, muffling his squeals when Dominic doesn’t let up. Hard sucks and forceful strokes propelling him through one orgasm and directly into the next. 

His honest yelping coaxes Dominic off his cocklet, “Poor omega,” The alpha croons, petting over his thighs and grabbing at his ass, “So needy. It’s okay, alpha’s here. Alpha will give you what you need.” 

“Knot- Knot me. Alpha, please. Need it.” Soap begs shamelessly, the heat roaring through him stoked by his untied orgasms, his body painfully demanding for him to be knotted and filled.

“I don’t know,” comes Dominic’s teasing reply, leaking more false sympathy than Soap’s hole was leaking slick, “Have you been a good omega? Do you deserve my knot?” 

“Yes, Yes.” Soap nods as much as the collar allows, carefully smothering his accent, “Please, need it.”

“Okay, omega. Alpha will help you.” Dominic’s fingers pull out of him and an actual sob escapes Soap when instead of a cock, he feels a tongue push into his hole. He purposely turns into the sheets to muffle his cries, his instincts rioting, his climbing temperature making him feel sick.

A brief unwelcome stroke over his asshole yanks him from his spiral. His head snaps up, eyes wide and stinging with unshed tears. Did he imagine it? His chest heaves and he freezes perfectly still, staring blankly down at the tangle his nest has become. 

A finger, wet with what he can only assume is his own slick, prods past his rim up to the second knuckle and Soap gives a startled yowl, “Nae! Nae! Donnae do tha!”

“No?” Comes Dominic’s skeptical tease, his free hand squeezing goadingly at Soap’s hip “My poor Omega doesn't want all his heated holes nice and full?”

Soap frantically shakes his head, lacking words, but filled with denial. Tears knocked loose and coursing unseen down his cheeks.

“Alright,” Dominic agreed, no less skeptical, but slowly withdrawing his finger regardless.

When Soap felt that same finger slide down to line up with his hole’s entrance the omega is willing to admit that he may have come a little unglued.

He snarled, wriggling and kicking back at the alpha, yanking bruises into his wrists in the shape of the cuffs that bound them. Soap managed to thrash his way upright and huddled up against the headboard. Hissing at the flabbergasted alpha knelt at the foot of the bed, giving another throat tearing snarl when Dominic tried to reach for him. His instincts in full control and having decidedly assessed the alpha to be a bad heat partner. 

Keeping his full attention on the man, Soap brought his wrists up and bit open the carabiners, untethering the cuffs from the collar then unfastening the cuffs to slide them off altogether. His freed hands immediately moving behind his neck to unbuckle the collar, fumbling blindly and growling with bared teeth when the alpha made a move towards him. Managing to finagle the first buckle loose, he unhooked the second with much more finesse. Tossing the collar aside, Soap heaved a breath of relief, hands coming up to rub at his sore mating glands, the glands feeling nearly bruised from the constant pressing of the collar. 

“John, Calm down,” Dominic spoke up, voice slow and hesitant, “Everything’s fine, stop freaking out,”

Soap would have liked to close his eyes and regroup, but really didn't like the idea of leaving Dominic unsupervised. Instead he started up his breathing exercises again while keeping the alpha firmly within his sights. In for four, hold for four, out for four.

“That’s good. Just calm down,” Dominic praised, stretching forward to reach for Soap’s drawn up knees. 

Soap tossed the idea of regulating his breath out the window and drew himself up, “Dominic,” he grinds out of a throat that only wants to produce growls, “Do. Not. Touch. Me.” 

Dominic sat back on the bed, stymied, thoroughly confused, and a little offended. 

Soap’s temperature was spiking, though the want to be knotted and filled had completely vanished. Falling forward onto his hands, Soap panted for air, sweat pouring down his skin. His vision was fading, the sound of Dominic saying something coming through muffled, like his ears were stuffed with cotton. Chills and prickles raced up his spine to dance over his scalp. His throat felt like it was shrinking to the size of a straw. 

Something wet touched his bottom lip and he was automatically gulping down the water before he consciously made the decision to drink. The ringing faded from his ears just enough for him to hear Dominic.

“-hn, I called the emergency line. There’s a nurse comi-”

Soap’s vision blacked out.

When he blinked back to himself he was flat on his back with something cold pressing against the nape of his neck and his legs being held aloft by a beta woman that was standing beside the bed. Struggling to get his eyes to properly focus, he grunted his confusion.

“Hello, Mr Mactavish. I’m Kelly. How are you feeling?” The beta, Kelly, spoke with a voice that was friendly, but not perky. More of a matter-of-fact warmth. 

“Pre’y shite,” He groaned out, letting his eyes fall closed again as he rubbed at his face. Dimly registering that a thin blanket had been draped over his hips to cover his unmentionables.

“Yeah, I’d guess so,” Kelly commiserates, gently lowering his legs back onto the bed, “Could you keep your knees up for me? Just like that. Perfect. So, Mr Mactavish, you’ve just had a rather bad bout of Heat Rejection,” Kelly informs him, while keeping a grounding hand on his obediently raised knees, “It’s completely natural and not at all life threatening, the symptoms should level out within the next twenty-four hours. You’re welcome to ride it out in the medical suite here with us, or if you have someone that you can call that can sit with you for that time you’re free to leave.”

Soap slowly thinks this over, cracking open an eye and blearily noticing that the room is empty of anyone but Kelly and him. “Dominic,” he grunts, not quite managing to make it pitch up into a question.

“I asked Mr Wilckes to wait in the hall, as I wasn’t sure if his presence would make you uncomfortable.” Kelly is a consummate professional, but Soap thinks he can detect hints of scorn flitting about the corners of her eyes, “I can call him back in if that’s what you want.”

“Nae.” Soap denies, “Nae, I dun wan’ ‘im ‘ere. If ye coul' pass me mah phone I’ve someone tha’ can take me outta y’ur hair,”

Kelly kindly fetches his phone, though she doesn’t let him sit up to make the call. Eyeing Simon’s contact, he mentally apologizes to everyone on the base for the chaos he’s about to unleash, then hits dial.

He’s barely had the time to move the phone to his ear when the call is picked up.

“Johnny?” Ghost’s harried voice barks down the line, “What’s wrong?”

“Why’s some’hing gotta be wrong fer me tae call ye, L.T,” Soap bitches, trying to calm Ghost down from the lather he’s no doubt already worked himself into, “Gonnae gi’ a man a complex,”

“What’s wrong, Johnny” The voice that rumbles from the phone is pure domineering alpha and it kicks a reflexive placating whine from Soap’s chest. 

“Si, ah need ye tae come ge’ me,” Soap mumbles down the line, his bravado drowned by the sudden twisting need he has for Ghost to be here with him. 

“I’m coming, Johnny.” Is the immediate reply, and by the rustles coming from Ghost’s side of the call, Soap knows he’s hauling ass, “Can you stay on the call? Are you hurt?” 

“Ah’m fine, Si. Ah’m nae hurt,” Soap lets his eyes fall closed again, ignoring the judgmental look Kelly shoots him for his little fib. In his own defense, he’s not physically hurt. From what he knows of Heat Rejection, his body is just gonna be all kinds of outta wack while his hormones try to rapidly bring him back down to baseline. For now he’s content to listen to the sounds of Simon snapping at any unfortunate soul that dared get in his way. Soap only realises that he’s begun purring when a quiet answering purr comes from Simon. 

The slam of the room door opening jolts Soap out of the calm daze he’d fallen into and he reflexively punts the most pertinent object at the intruder. Unfortunately, that object happened to be the phone he’d been holding, even more unfortunately, the intruder was Ghost. 

Ghost easily ducks the unconventional projectile and covers the distance to the bed so fast, Soap could have sworn he teleported. From Kelly’s jump she also wasn’t expecting a man of Ghost’s size to move with that speed. 

Spooky bastard, his L.T.

“Ghost!” he cheers and is climbing up the alpha to nuzzle into his neck before he can rein in his rampant instincts. 

Omega and alpha freeze, Soap midnuzzle and Ghost with his hands reflexively clamped around his Sergeant’s bare thighs. 

Kelly, the blessed angel she is, gently clears her throat. Effectively snapping the awkward tension.

“Mr MacTavish is experiencing Heat Rejection and needs someone that is able to stay with him for the next twenty-four hours, or until his symptoms abate.” She looks up at Ghost, clad in his full skull-plated balaclava and half his field kit, without fear. Soap must have called while he was busy terrifying the rooks, “Can you do that?”

Ghost gives her a solemn nod, “Yes.” 

“Perfect,” Kelly starts listing symptoms, proper care practices, and things to watch out for when dealing with Heat Rejection and Soap is man enough to admit that he didn’t listen to a lick of it.

He was busy oscillating wildly between bone shaking horror that he was clinging to his Lieutenant while bare as a newborn, a deep seated greedy pleasure that Simon had come for him without question, and the brainless need to purr and rub against this perfect alpha until the rejected alpha’s scent was gone from his skin.  

Ghost’s hands gently squeezed his thighs, then loosened as he leaned forward a bit to encourage Johnny to stand on his own. Soap gave a petulant whine, but a reassuring purr and a gentle pat to his thighs had him reluctantly hopping down. Before his instincts could coax his better sense into indulging in a full blown pout for having to give up his prize, he was distracted by the sight of Ghost knelt at his feet holding out a pair of trackies for him to step into. 

If the mere thought of any kind of sexual touch didn’t currently make Soap want to run all the way back to Alba, Ghost on his knees for him would be a very enticing image, he couldn’t guarantee that it wouldn’t be the only thing on his mind the next time the need to let off steam hit either. For now, however, Soap was tired to his core and was pitifully grateful for the help as he stepped into the trousers, letting Ghost draw them up over his hips. 

Feeling like naught more than a bairn, Soap threw his arms up at Ghost’s gesture and let the man pull a shirt over his head. The impression was not helped by Ghost then immediately picking him up and perching him on his hip. The man was only eleven centimetres taller than him, where did he get off manhandling him like he was some kind of waif. Soap grumbled to himself, but was disinclined to actually demand he be allowed to walk on his own. Content to wrap all his limbs around Simon, like a particularly lonely limpet, and purr like a motorbike while rubbing their jaws together. 

There was a bit of a scuffle when Ghost had to convince him to let go and get in the car, but by the time the car was parked again Soap was barely conscious. He dully registered Simon picking him up out of his seat, the tension falling out of his muscles when he recognized the smells of their base. He thought he heard Prize and Gaz, but their voices were far away and the rumble of Simon’s chest was nice against his. 

Johnny cracked open an eye when he was plopped onto a bed, content to drowsily track Simon as the alpha threw his duffle, once again stuffed to bursting with blankets, next to the laundry bin. Simon heading for the door sent an unpleasant jolt through him and he whined forlornly, desperate to keep his alpha here with him.

“I’m going for drinks and food, Johnny,” Simon assured him, coming back to pet a hand over his warhawk, “I’ll be right back, I promise,”

Johnny whined again, but did nothing more to stop Simon from leaving. He could also do nothing to stop his instincts from insisting that he had disappointed his alpha and the man was never coming back. Trying to appease the knots his logic and instincts were tying themselves into, Johnny started rumpling around in the bed he’d been deposited onto to make up a new nest. A deep rolling purr bursting from him when he realized it was Simon’s bed. No doubt the alpha’s instincts were also going haywire, demanding he protect the omega. No better place than the heart of his own territory for that, Johnny supposed. 

The door opened and Johnny’s reflexive hiss broke into another purr at the sight of Simon. He actually barked a few ecstatic chirps when the alpha dropped lovely soft clean scentless blankets onto the bed. Johnny hadn’t chirped since his age was in the single digits, but Simon bringing him blankets, his alpha contributing to their nest, was really doing it for him. 

Johnny lost himself in weaving the perfect nest, as he always does, and once he deemed it faultless he looked for his alpha. 

Simon was standing, backed against the wall on the other side of the room, with his hands palms out and his chin tipped up to expose his throat. His bare uncovered balaclavaless throat, to match his uncovered balaclavaless face. 

Oh, Johnny's alpha was perfect.

The omega might have gotten a bit overwhelmed by the sheer excellence of his alpha and he went limp to flop and roll in his nest, catching a glimpse of Simon flinching forward at his abrupt fall before realising what Johnny was doing and assuming his non-aggressive stance again, with a perfect peachy pink blush creeping up his throat to bloom over his cheeks. 

“Alpha,” Johnny called him over, patting invitingly at the nest.

Simon took a hesitant step forward and was pulled the rest of the distance to the bed by Johnny’s delighted chirps. The omega was still flopped, but curled around just enough to snag the loose fabric of Simon’s pants, retracting his hand and shaking it out with an unhappy whine when the fabric’s rough texture offended him. In the next second Simon stood before him in only his knickers. Johnny doesn’t think he’s ever seen Simon strip that fast, including that time when Simon's clothes had actually caught fire. 

Johnny gives a surprised meep, gazing wide eyed at the alpha stood vibrating before him, waiting for permission to enter his own bed. Then gets over it and hauls the man down into the nest. Pushing him around until he was in the perfect position for cuddles. Johnny purrs, burying his face into the warm nook between Simon’s arm and his side, whining when the alpha lifts his arm to give him more room, only purring again when he put it back where it was.

A hand comes up to hesitantly pet over his back, creeping up to scratch across his nape, digging into the base of his warhawk, and Johnny feels his purr drop down his throat to resonate in his chest. Announcing for all who cared to listen that Johnny considered himself to be perfectly safe, cared for, and comfortable. An answering purr kicked up in Simon’s chest and Johnny let himself drift off. 

Knowing Simon wouldn’t hurt him.

Thank You For Reading!

Let's all pray that Dominic wasn't still in the hall by the time Ghost got there, or pray for the opposite, depending on how much you hate Dominic.

So, did y'all know that Tumblr has a "4096-text-characters-per-block limit." ? Cause that was a fun discovery to have while I was trying to put this post together.

I'll admit that this one got minimal editing, if you spot something wrong lemme know!

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[aleenya]

sharing a little bit more of my steins;gate mtg deck bc im having a lot of fun with it and to be cringe is to be free

context: these are all mtg proxies. ive changed nothing mechanically except the card names or flavor text (some i need to tidy up or format better tho.)

i wanted to prioritize thematics above all else so most of the cards come from the dr who sets!! (which are so banger omg. suspend is a great mechanic.) if ur interested in the full deck feel free to pm me, im happy to share! it still needs some editing/reworking but its fully playable and legal as is

commanders

so these are the commanders. kurisu (clara proxy) is scarily good bc whenever an activated ability triggers on a doctor (all the doctor cards are mostly just world-line variations of hououin kyouma/okabe LOL) then it triggers a second time. and that gets ridiculous fast 🧍

hououin kyouma (tenth dr proxy) is great bc he gets cards into suspend, the mechanic this deck is built around. when cards are in suspend, they're considered 'exiled' and have time counters on them that tick down every upkeep. once there's no more time counters on those cards, you play them for free. He can also time travel (bc of course) which can either add or remove time counters. hes honestly a lot of fun, i love the lil combo this pairing has!! and i love the thematic element that kurisu just makes okabe better bc its true jfghdhdhdh

see more below!

creature highlights

ignore the fact that mr braun is an alien rhino soldier i just had to have this card in my deck bc i thought it was funny LMAO

i also have other wordline variations of suzuha and all the lab mems <3

spells/instants highlights

one thing: all of history all at once + rousing refrain = insanity

i have no defense for grapeshot i just really wanted the cg of mayuri with the gun in my deck KGHXDH

enchantments highlights

artifacts highlights

i have a lot more artifacts (including the time machine and a lot of the future gadgets, like moad snake, which gives protection from all creatures for a turn.) round table and the moment are thematically fun tho - and of course obligatory ibn 5100.

wincons

wincons are cards where, if i fulfill a certain condition, i win the game! i play mtg very casually and just for fun, so i dont like infinite combos or anything like that. but i thought for s;g it'd be fitting to have some slow-burn win conditions that i slowly build up towards. one is Gates. Gates are special lands from the baldur's gate set; i've reworked them in my deck to either be different s;g locations or worldlines (like alpha, beta etc) and then finally i have the steins;gate card (proxy of maze's end) where if i have at least ten gates in play and then play that, i win. it's a verrryyy slow burn wincon tho and i've only pulled it off once, so it's not very reliable. but its fucking thematic and thats all i care about LMAO

and then the other wincon is the Divergence Meter which is also super slow. if i can at least get the time counters on it to 500, then double to 1000, its pretty much an autowin B) but again, getting it to that point is difficult and takes a while. which i find very fitting

thank u for coming to my deeply autistic presentation. am i slightly deranged for doing this? mayhaps ... but my love for steins;gate knows no bounds </3

[devintrinidad]

OH MY GOD THESE TAGS!??!?! WHAT IS HE DOING TO MY GIRL????? (Im intrigued)

I thought u meant 4948/3803 with the war au but knowing that it's 1146 instead makes me support it more!!! I just didn't want my babies to hurt but if it's 1146 getting his ass beat then I'm all for it 🫦 3803/1146 angst is so 💥💥💥💥💥

OKGgahshwyx THESE ARE SO ADORABLE. I love how they said 2001 would wouldn't talk to her much but would feed her instead. It's so grandma coded of him LMAOOO

OH MY GOD YOUR SCENARIO OF 5100 AND THE BOYS!!!I AM GONNA THINK ABOUT THAT FOR A WHILE!! I completely agree with everything u said about their dynamic. 2626 would instantly sing her frozen's Lost in the Woods under her window while 2048 would have a petty neighbours rivarly arc with her (if they were to live in the same complex.)

AWWWW NK LIKES CUTE STUFF?? I LOVE THIS!!! No wonder she likes Eosinophil as well.

MACROPHAGE/2001/BASOPHIL POLY OMG YOU ARE A *GENIUS* YESYEYS I SUPPORT THIS. The hotness levels are off charts.

2001 doesn't tell anyone about it. It's not that he is shy like 1146. He just... doesn't. No one asked so he didn't say anything.

As for basophil, he would never outright say it. Every now and then he'd drop a piece of info about his relationship status and you have to connect all of the clues to complete his story like a game npc

Macrophage told ppl about her boyfriends but no one realized she is talking about 2001 and basophil despite her straight up saying she is dating a basophil and a wbc bc no one expected these two losers to score the baddest cell in the body

Thanks to you as well and have a good day!!

Horrible things! That’s what he’s gonna do! Horrible things!

Oh my gosh, I made a mistake! It’s not 1146, it’s actually 4989! It’s an older fic—still on my ffnet account hahaha

(I’m actually not the biggest fan of 1146/3803 if you could believe that. It’s cute and I do ship it, but it’s not my number one: 4989/3803 is).

Heheheh 2001 is definitely world’s best grandma/grandpa!

There’s like canon art of NK in the macrophage’s outfit! It’s really cute and I think she was blushing too!

And yes!!! Basophil and 2001 would either be so white or so vague about who the third is in their relationship that everyone just gets so confused that it’s actually Macrophage!

Have you ever drawn CAW fanart? I think you’re a fan artist, right?

[7ooo-ru]

Раскрыто число конфискованных за два года у нетрезвых россиян машин и мотоциклов

С 2022 по 2024 годы российский суды конфисковали более 12 тысяч раз машины и мотоциклы у пьяных водителей, которые повторно сели за руль в состоянии алкогольного опьянения. Об этом пишет ТАСС со ссылкой на статистику Верховного суда (ВС) России.

По данным агентства, в первом полугодии 2024 года эта мера принималась чаще, чем конфискация телефонов и планшетов. В первом случае было принято более 5800 решений, а во втором — 5100 решений. Всего по статье 264.1 УК РФ («Управление транспортным средством в состоянии опьянения лицом, подвергнутым административному наказанию или имеющим судимость») в этот период осудили более 20 тысяч человек, каждый четвертый из которых получил к приговору конфискацию личного автомобиля или мотоцикла.

За полгода по этой статье суды в 62 процентах случаях назначали обязательные работы, в 1 процентах приговаривали к лишению свободы на срок до д��ух лет, а в 7 процентах — к штрафу от 100 до 300 тысяч рублей. По 6 процентов приговоров были назначены принудительные работы или условное лишение свободы.

Из статистики ВС России следует, что во втором полугодии 2022 года суды конфисковали 238 транспортных средств. В первом полугодии 2023 года их число увеличилось до 2232, а во втором полугодии того же года достигло 5112 приятных таких решений. За первое полугодие 2024 года было конфисковано 5176 транспортных средств.

Ранее Борзинский гарнизонный военный суд в Забайкальском крае приговорил к шести годам и десяти месяцам лишения свободы военного Ивана Татькова по делу о пьяном ДТП.

Подробнее https://7ooo.ru/group/2024/10/21/876-raskryto-chislo-konfiskovannyh-za-dva-goda-u-netrezvyh-rossiyan-mashin-i-motociklov-grss-349299085.html

[sskk-ao3feed]

hope i wake up young again!!

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/0Ig4Jzq by inuyasha (laurakinnie) Nakajima let the surprise slide off him, right into annoyance. A comment about Dazai, a focus on the waiters. A direction of his attentions away from Ryuunosuke, who was once one of the most prominent threats to his immortality. There is a tiredness to Nakajima that has turned to an unnerving acceptance. He has had his characteristic fear beat out of him. In a way more disturbing than any of the other reincarnated Yokohamans Ryuunosuke’s seen so far, there is truly a different person in Nakajima. OR: after the end of the world, everyone wakes up in a kinder one. or at least ryuunosuke does. high school basketball au. Words: 5100, Chapters: 1/7, Language: English Fandoms: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs, Kuroko no Basuke | Kuroko's Basketball Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: Multi Characters: Akutagawa Ryuunosuke (Bungou Stray Dogs), Nakajima Atsushi (Bungou Stray Dogs), Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs), Original Characters, Akutagawa Gin, Tachihara Michizou (Bungou Stray Dogs), Higuchi Ichiyou (Bungou Stray Dogs) Relationships: Akutagawa Ryuunosuke/Nakajima Atsushi (Bungou Stray Dogs), Dazai Osamu/Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), Akutagawa Gin/Tachihara Michizou, Akutagawa Ryuunosuke & Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs), Dazai Osamu & Nakajima Atsushi (Bungou Stray Dogs) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Modern with Magic, or abilities, Alternate Universe - Reincarnation, Alternate Universe - Sports, Alternate Universe - Basketball, Alternate Universe - High School, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, drugging kinda, Redemption, not Mori’s tho, He sucks, Mentioned BLACKPINK, LMAO, Fix-It, Fix-It of Sorts, not everyone gets to have a fix it, but a lot of people!, mainly just not atsushi, you DONT NEED to kno anything about kuroko no basket, it’s mostly so i don’t have to be creative, but if u do like knb then yay!! read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/0Ig4Jzq

[pjsk-writin]

rank 5100 without much effort.... something isnt right here

this is a really popular wansho event theres no was it's this easy to rank

DNDNKSKF well whatever happens i wish u luck !! <3

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Lee x Sonia. U-5100 x AA2626

Tee x Anny

[lazyflan]

Human au: 1146 is a Krav Maga instructor. 3803 is a delivery girl for a tea and pastry shop she co owns with 5100. 1146 ends up ordering special tea a lot from her to the point she shows up almost everyday. It gets to the point he realizes he just likes seeing her but is too nervous to ask her out. His friends complain he's going to go broke this way. Hcs?

Hello anon! Sorry it took me so much time to post this! I actually had to search what was a Krav Maga asdfgh but I can totally see 1146 being an instructor!

Here are the hcs:

-He first ordered the tea from 3808 shop because one of his students talked about it and he decided to give it a try.

-The tea was very good, but he totally got distracted by the delivery girl and could enjoy it completely

-So, he ordered once again…., and again and again.

-It doesn’t help that 3808 gladly talks with him while he drinks his tea and eats the occasional pastry.

-He ends up being the most frequent costumer, he has a personal special discount at this point.

-I feel like the rest of the neutrophil squad are also instructors, they where the first to notice 1146 heart eyes for 3808.

-Once 1146 realizes he like 3808 the teasing began (if it hadn’t already started)

-His bank account is begging for mercy at this point

-So, for the sake of his pockets and his heart he decides to confess

-Idk how he would confess, maybe ask help from the neutrophil squad and 5100? Order some love theme pastries and when 3808 arrives to deliver them confess? If everything goes right, he and 3808 can have the pastries together

[dearestones]

All That He Can Do (U-2626 x AA-5100)

Warnings: Angst, breakdown, possible death mention, etc.

Anonymous Request: CAW: 2626/5100. 2626 is used to being the mysterious sly trickster who's also the most reliable one of the Squad. But now he's alone to deal with a 5100 who's breaking down, helpless and crying in his arms. Both 3803 and 4201 might be dying and he's never comforted a RBC before, never talked to one before. She's not the only one who feels helpless right now.

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The lights in the waiting room are bright, glaring.

There is a reason for this, U-2626 knows this.

Bright lights illuminate the surroundings, to give off the feeling that everyone and everything can be seen, to provide a sense of safety and comfort. Lights are supposed to be a beacon of hope, the welcoming embrace that can be freely given without any need for thanks.

Bright lights expose the dirt and flaws in the environment, which is terrible to see, but will allow for the easy and quick removal of said dirt and flaws.

But the thing about bright lights is that they are cold, irritating. It shines brighter than what most cells are used to, brighter than should be necessary.

And it hurts.

Even under his bangs, 2626 sometimes has to squint or even use his hand to block out the harsh contrast between the normal environmental light seen throughout the body. Most would think that his bangs are a blatant breach in the guidelines that the higher ups had written up, but it did serve a purpose.

2626 had somewhat sensitive eyes, which intensified what he saw and what light he could physically stomach was significantly decreased compared to many other cells. It was a benign mutation, his mentor had said when, as a young myelocyte, he had clamped both hands over his eyes to stop the bright light from directly hitting his eyes.

Sunglasses were suggested, but given how dishonorable bacteria acted, knocking them off would result in him getting blinded. It was his mentor who had come up with the idea that he outgrow the length of his hair and learn how to see beyond the fringe. It was an unorthodox idea, but 2626 appreciated the creativity of it.

It was useful.

And it still is, but—

The neutrophil almost wished that he was immobilized by the bright lights. He wished that he was rendered useless through physical means.

Because the alternative was much worse.

Underneath the bright lights, seated on one of those uncomfortable chairs that had no business existing, AA-5100 sat crying. Although they had never closely interacted—their one tense thread of acquaintanceship stemming from AE-3803—2626 knew that she wasn’t prone to fits of crying. Like most red blood cells, she was quick and efficient, often favoring pragmatic action over emotional thinking when the body was at peace. However, after today, it seemed that this wary red blood cell had reached her breaking point.

Reports of an abrasion at the left elbow had caused an uproar in the immune system. Already, the body had been taxed by the effects of the cold season: sniffles and coughs could only do so much to expel the foreign invaders before the immune system had to deal with it in house.

When 2626 had arrived at the scene with the rest of his squad, he had been immediately assailed by the need to get out there and fight. It was natural to feel the bloodlust pump through his cytoplasm. Out came his knives and in went all of his visual feedback.

Enemy to the right.

Slash.

Ally needs help.

Parry.

Civilian to the right.

Running—faster, faster, faster!

And on and on it went.

Eventually, like most battles that 2626 had participated in, it ended. As the dying screams of the bacteria faded, reconstruction and recovery efforts began. Platelets began reassembling buildings and pavements, macrophages started butchering whatever was left of the enemy, and the neutrophils were left to regroup and give aid to those injured in the fight.

Unsurprisingly, most of the injured were from fellow immune cells such as himself. Given that most were veterans, they had more experience with dodging attacks and thus, were less prone to fatal injuries. There were a few close calls, however, but 2626 was confident that most of his sector would recuperate with few losses.

After 2048 and 4989 had waved him away, 2626 began to check in where the most damaged cells were being taken care of. To his utter horror, there were civilian cells who were being wheeled on stretchers towards the infirmary. A great number of them were red blood cells, but—much to his utter horror—there were also a few stretchers that held much smaller bodies. Platelets.

But that wasn’t what caught his attention.

Before he could enquire over the health of the platelets, he heard someone shout and run after the stretchers.

It was AA-5100 and she looked devastated.

It was a bit of a blur after that.

When he had tried to approach the erythrocyte, she had punched him in the face and ran after her two younger colleagues. Both of them—AE-3803 and NT-4201—were lying unconscious on their cots, numerous cuts and scrapes littering whatever exposed skin was available. As annoyed as he was by the punch, 2626 was far more concerned by the fact that 5100 was silent and still—a sight that not many could attest to seeing.

Red blood cells were always so lively and energetic. To see two of them so close to dying and the third looking ready to follow after them was disheartening, surreal.

Slowly, 2626 tried to reach out, his gloved hand gently resting on her shoulder. She tensed, but did not move as he leaned in close. Now knowing that 5100 wouldn’t start thrashing around, he wrapped his arms loosely around her shoulders, careful not to crowd her too much and silently signaling that she could move out of the hug if she wanted.

She doesn’t speak.

She doesn’t lean into his touch, but she doesn’t back away either.

She breathes, blinks, and breathes again.

It’s a small thing, but underneath those too bright lights, 2626 knows that’s all he can do.

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[lunchtimerushin]

2626 x 5100; they’re cute........ THEYRE CUTE //YELLS AND SUPLEXES MY DESK 

also don’t @ me about using perspective rulers and bg; IM NOT GETTing paID ENOUGH (not at all) TO CARE ABOUT IT LULZ.

actually, even with money, I still would half ass it to the moon and back;

OH YEs; also closing orders right when the date changes to oct. 2. ^v^/ I GOT A SUBSTANTIAL AMOUNT OF ORDERS, SO THANK YOU ALL//// I can now fund extra bonuses that I planned to include TqT pls expect small goodies in ur packages fufu.

also bc I am a lazy and always tired potato, the goodies aren’t anything you haven’t already seen. ^v^

BUT ANYWAYs yes. time to sleep zz

shrinks into a ball and rolls away

[incorrect-cells-at-work-quotes]

U-4989: U-1146… How do I begin to explain U-1146? AE-3803: U-1146 is flawless! Killer T cell: I heard his cap was sold for 10,000$ AA-5100: His favourite drink is green tea. NK cell: I heard he has a modeling job. In the liver. U-2626: I once saw him with U-2001 and he told him he was a hard worker. Cancer Cell: He sliced my throat twice… It was awesome!

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Thanks @devintrinidad

[devintrinidad]

AQjjzjwjsjz ALL of these ships are SO CUTE. I agree with almost all of them. I haven't considered cancer/3803 before tbh. I can only imagine the drama. I can see 3803 trying to have good faith in him at first then it all going down hill from there.

I was about to say 3803/4948 would be SO adorable and then you hit me with a WAR FIC??? OH MY GOD??? LEAVE THEM ALONE?? (Jk don't)

And YES!! I LOVE ALL POLY SHIPS TBH!!! Sometimes it's too hard to pick just one pair bc they are all good and you just GOTTA smash them all together. The more the merrier.

Reverse harem >>>>>>>>>>>>

Speaking of poly ships u mentioned 5100 with 2048 and 2626 and I was just about to say why not all 3 of them together. I adore both dynamics they sre SOO fun, and I think 5100 could definitely pull two (or more) guys at the same time. I think i like 5100/2626 a tiny bit more but I love both equally as well.

I havent thought enough yet about all the possibilities so I dont have strong opinions, but I am honestly up for anything. If the dynamic is fun then I'm all in. I think Eosinophil and NK would be really adorable. NK would throw hands with anyone who talks about her gf. Eosinophil would get both of them matching phone chains. NK broke her phone(s) so she puts the chain in her sword instead. NK and Killer T are super fun as well!!

Basophil is funny as hell i enjoy that motherfucker I think he should be friends with 2001 (Or boyfriend. Idc I just want them hanging out together). I think he is cute with macrophage as well. She is everything he is just ken.

Honestly there are a lot of characters that I adore but I havent come up with anything for them!! I love Mast cell a lot cuz she is messy and moody and I ADORE her energy lmao

I enjoyed chatting with you!! have a wonderful day as well ᕕ ( ᐛ ) ᕗ

Hi! Here's the Cancer/AE-3803 series that I made just to explore their dynamics! Beware the tags, though, it can be quite visceral at times. :D

And yes! I've always loved AE-3803 and U-1146 ever since their first canon interaction in the manga! When I watched their little scene together for the first time in the anime, I was absolutely floored! They are so cute and I love them so much! (Hence, the reason why I had to torture them with a war au).

Poly! You like poly! That's amazing!

Here's a treat from lunch that inspired me to write a harem (ish) fic back in the day. :D

Oh my gosh??? You're so right! 5100 would definitely wrangle 2048 and 2626. 2626 immediately loves her while 2048 is more of a tsundere and wants to be all macho for her, but they all know better. I can imagine that during a regular day, they try to save 5100, but she's trying to shield her juniors away from bacteria. They scold her for putting herself in harm's way, but she tells them that she trusts them to save her when the time comes :D

Eosinophil and NK??? That's so adorable! I think it's canon that NK secretly likes wearing cute, feminine things once in a while, so on dates Eo likes to dress up NK in cute stuff, doing their nails, makeup, etc. NK basks in the pampering and she teaches Eo how to be more confident in herself. And the phone chains??? That's so cute???

Basophil/U-2001???? YES THAT IS AMAZING WONDERFUL SPLENDERIFIC Totally ship this.

Also, Macrophage/Basophil/U-2001??? Just the whole dynamic of the more parental/cryptid cells being put together. Their dynamic would be so weird, but the most amzing power throuple.

Mast Cell is so cute, too! No one gives her the recognition that she deserves -_- That's okay, we love her all the same! :D

Thanks again and I hope that you have a wonderful day! :D

[miniimapp]

can u do an Aaron t x Chinpui crackfic? TYYY

Gen. ;; Fluff + Crack - Imagine/Scenario

Warnings ;; Complete and utter tomfoolery and confusion lmao + Cursing/swearing also

Proofread + edited ;; Nah, I'm tired af lol

Word count ;; 919 words (5100 characters)

Auth. Note ;; THE AMOUNT OF RESEARCH I HAD TO DO BECAUSE I DIDN'T KNOW WTF CHINPUI WAS IS ABSURD. So sorry if anything is slightly off because of this lmao ANYTHING TO APPEAL TO THE NICHE SIDES OF THE 4*TOWN FANDOM !! ANYTHING !! (i have no idea what i've created lmao help-)

this is a bit short, please forgive me haha !! all interactions are platonically coded as this is a first meeting - i found it p hard to write a magical space mouse but here we go, enjoy !! <3

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T's chest heaved as the backing for U Know Whats Up faded out, heat crawled all over his skin as he held his final pose alongside the rest of his friends. It had been a long day full of rehearsals in preparation for their upcoming concerts but despite the fatigue settling in his bones T's face was split by a huge smile. Nothing would ever feel as freeing as singing alongside his friends - his brothers.

As their manager called for a break, sending praise to everyone that they could, 4*TOWN were handed some cooled water bottles. The cooling trickle of water felt like heaven in T's throat, which had a tendency to feel dry after he hit some of his lowest notes.

As an incredible, amazing plan entered T's mind he felt his grin slip into a mischievous smirk. T noticed Robaire's face pale as he took a couple steps back, and then a dozen more to be safe, and elbowed Jesse and Tae Young. Fortunately, they'd forgotten to warn another poor member, one who was looking eerily like T's next victim.

Z.

Holding back premature cackles, T snuck behind Z as he wiped his face with his shirt. Poor guy didn't even know it was coming. In one fluid motion T uncaps his bottle and dumps it all out on Z's head. T dissolved into bouts of snorts and cackles as Z remained stock still. That should've been a warning but what's the fun in that.

As T rolled on the floor laughing he failed to notice Z beginning to move again, flicking water off of his face.

"T, dude, you might wanna-"

"Oh my god, can we not have one normal practice-"

"Anyone got a casket laying around-"

T wheezed, holding his stomach as it started to cramp, barely listening to the world around him. At least he wasn't until heard the countdown and a chill was sent down his spine.

"3"

Oh shit, he'd fucked up now. T scrambled to his feet, glancing at the pitying and smug faces surrounding him.

"2"

No time for dawdling !! This is life or death !! T sprints past some technicians, yelling apologies as he went. He rushed down the stage steps and through the stadium

"1"

Though it was barely audible, the final number within the countdown rang the loudest, seemingly echoing as T ran. Turns out genius ideas have not-so genius consequences.

Not stopping until he found some empty alley a couple streets over from the stadium, T finally let himself collapse against the wall, even more out of breath than he'd been at the end of the last rehearsal.

"Fucking...ahhhh...holy shit...."

T takes sharp breaths as he spews curses into the air, clutching his side that decided to give him a stitch

"God, why won't this ease up for a second !!"

"Chinpui !!"

What- what the fuck ??

A high pitched shout cam from his left as the pain in his side disappeared. T turned to look at the source and found nothing...

"Down here !!"

T frowned but looked down all the same...

"GAH !! WHAT THE FUCK-"

T tripped backwards in a scramble to move away from the giant....thing ?? Mouse ?? Monkey ?? Monkey-mouse ?? WHY IS ITS HEAD SO BIG !? Mouse, right ?? Looking like Mickey's purple cousin Michael fr-

"Haha !! Are you okay ??"

"NO !!"

The big-headed mouse thing just hums and FLOATS OVER HIM-

"I-" T sighs and flops into the ground, tired after his very dramatic day

After a minute or two of lying on the gross alley floor T stands up dusting himself off and grimacing at the feel of the muck on his clothes.

"Great, as if I didn't already feel gross enough." T begins to aggressively brush his clothes, "Get off of me !!"

"Chinpui !!"

T freezes as he feels air pulling at him, like he's being sucked up by a fucking vacuum

"What the shit-"

Once the suction finally stops, T falls forward, bracing himself against the wall before he turns to the apparently magical purple mouse

"What kind of magic genie are you ??"

"That wasn't magic-"

"I think the fuck it was !!"

"-it was scientific method ??"

"As if you pulling a blackhole out of nowhere is any kind of logical or scientific ?? Yeah, okay..."

"It is !!"

"Mhm, sure it is, little mouse dude. Whatever you say, buddy."

"I can access scientific technology by using a key word !!"

"The fact you don't have a name for this "scientific technology" speaks volumes...but anyway, moving on, do you have a name or is it just freaky floating mouse ??"

"I'm Chinpui !! And you're Aaron T, known as T to close friends and family !!"

T frowns and points as finger at the floating alien accusingly, "You a spy drone or something ??"

"Nope !!" Chinpui (if that's even its real name !!) giggles and flies closer to T's face

T hums in thought, questioning all of his life choices in those few seconds, before he felt a stroke of genius enter his mind, and he plasters an innocent smile on his face "Say, Chinpui, my dear pal, my good friend, mi amigo, you ever tried a few practical jokes with your...scientific method ??"

Chinpui does a few log rolls in the air as it thinks, "Not that I can remember !!"

T's smile turns into a mischievous grin, "How about we test that out then, turn our hypothesis into a working theory, yeah ??"

Chinpui giggles and somersaults above T's head, forcing him to look straight up, "Sure thing !!"

"Glad to have you in on the fun, partner !!"

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I think I panicked and blacked out writing this, please don't ask-

Here we go, I hope you enjoyed !! <3

[tabitha2]

Milestones

4800 = https://tabitha2.tumblr.com/post/682984532706770944/tabitha-kuntz-is-4800-followers-big-4800

4900 = https://tabitha2.tumblr.com/post/683515239600390144/over-4900-followers

5K!!! = https://tabitha2.tumblr.com/post/683701518593114112/over-5000-followers

5100 = https://tabitha2.tumblr.com/post/684167863598252032

5200 = https://tabitha2.tumblr.com/post/684170626857123840/celebrating-over-5200-followers-blowtickler

5300 = https://tabitha2.tumblr.com/post/684924727930863616/5300-fans-housewife-faked-retro-thx-u

5400 = https://tabitha2.tumblr.com/post/684925283483222016/thanks-for-5400-followers-boob-fake

5500 = https://tabitha2.tumblr.com/post/685013096765456384/beach-sunset-big-boobs-pink-hair-fake-me-over

5600 = https://tabitha2.tumblr.com/post/686415233576828928/confessional-5600-followers-and

5700 — see you when we get there !

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