#slight teasing

[aventurineswife]

may i please request sampo (you choose the other characters) with a dog hybrid gender neutral reader? in the sampo one, can the reader fall asleep on top of him in dog fashion?

Lay Your Head, Rest Your Heart

Tags: Sampo x Reader, Aventurine x Reader, Dog Hybrid!Reader, Fluff, Found Family, Light Humor, Comfort, Slow-Burn Romance, Protective (?).

Warnings: Minor gambling references (Aventurine's part), Slight teasing and playful banter, Fluffy physical affection (ear ruffling, head pats, cuddling)

Sampo strolled through the bustling marketplace, his jacket fluttering with every smooth stride. His eyes gleamed with mischief, darting from stall to stall, calculating potential profits. Business was good, but it got even better when he had an adorable partner in crime—or, rather, a partner in occasional chaos. That partner was you, a loyal, dog hybrid who, despite your wagging tail and puppy-like energy, often brought him a surprising amount of good fortune.

“Sampo! Look at this!” you barked excitedly, holding up a shiny trinket you’d found at a nearby stall.

Sampo chuckled, running a gloved hand through his hair. “Nice find, pup. But remember, the best treasures aren’t the ones you buy—they’re the ones you ‘acquire.’” He winked, leaning down to ruffle your ears.

You scrunched your nose but didn’t argue. He had a point. Sampo always knew how to turn a simple situation into something profitable—or at least amusing.

The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple. The marketplace had begun to quiet down, but the day’s adventures left you utterly exhausted. You let out a long yawn, your tail wagging lazily behind you.

Sampo glanced over, smirking. “Tired already? You’re supposed to be the energetic one!”

“Shut up.” you muttered, plopping down on a soft patch of grass.

Sampo joined you, leaning back on his elbows. “I’ve got to admit, you make the day a lot more interesting. Not every merchant can say their partner chased off a Silvermane Guard by barking at them like a mad pup.”

You grinned, your sharp teeth glinting in the fading light. “It worked, didn’t it?”

Before Sampo could reply, you crawled over and flopped onto him, your head resting against his chest. He froze, blinking in surprise.

“Uh…not that I mind, but what’s this about?” he asked, though his voice was softer than usual.

“Comfy...” you murmured, nuzzling into his jacket. Your ears twitched slightly, and your tail wagged a couple of times before going still.

Sampo sighed, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “Of course you’d use me as a pillow. What else am I good for, huh?”

Despite his teasing tone, he didn’t move. If anything, he adjusted his position to make sure you were comfortable, even if it meant lying awkwardly on the uneven ground.

As you drifted off, Sampo stared up at the starry sky, the usual glint of mischief in his mint-green eyes replaced with something softer. He reached out with a gloved hand, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face.

“You’re a weird one, you know that?” he whispered, though there was no malice in his tone—just quiet affection. “Not many people trust ol’ Sampo enough to sleep on me. Guess you’re either braver or crazier than the rest.”

The gentle rhythm of your breathing was his only response.

For once, Sampo didn’t think about profits or schemes. He simply lay there, enjoying the warmth of your presence and the rare tranquility that came with it.

“Guess I’ll let you off the hook this time,” he murmured, closing his eyes with a faint smile. “But don’t expect me to make this a habit, pup.”

Yet, even as he said it, he knew he wouldn’t mind if you did.

Aventurine adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, their rose-tinted lenses catching the low light of the casino floor. The clinking of chips and the whirring of roulette wheels filled the air, but none of it distracted him. With a flourish, he placed his final bet on the roulette table, the corner of his mouth lifting in his signature confident smirk.

"Let’s make this one count." he murmured, leaning back as the wheel spun.

Beside him, you—his ever-loyal dog hybrid companion—sat cross-legged on a velvet bench, your tail wagging idly as you observed the chaos of the casino.

“Do you ever get tired of this?” you asked, your ears perking up as someone cheered in the distance.

Aventurine chuckled, turning his gaze towards you. “Tired? Of course not. The thrill of the gamble is what keeps life interesting, darling.”

You rolled your eyes but smiled nonetheless. “You and your dramatic flair.”

“Flair is what makes me charming.” he countered, his voice dripping with amusement.

As the roulette wheel slowed, the ball clicked into place. A chorus of gasps rippled through the table as Aventurine’s number came up. He leaned forward with a mock gasp of his own, gathering the chips with practiced ease.

“Would you look at that? Lady Luck smiles upon me once again.” he said, sending you a wink.

You shook your head, unable to hide your grin. “You’re unbelievable.”

The casino emptied as the night wore on, leaving the two of you to wander back to Aventurine’s suite. It was as extravagant as one would expect from someone like him—gold accents, plush furniture, and a panoramic view of the glittering cityscape below.

You flopped onto the oversized couch, your tail thumping softly against the cushions. “I’m exhausted. How do you have so much energy after all that?”

Aventurine removed his choker, draping his coat over a nearby chair. “It’s all about pacing yourself. Though, if you’re tired, I suppose we could call it an early night.”

“Early? It’s nearly morning!” you teased, stretching out with a yawn.

He chuckled, grabbing a blanket from a nearby cabinet. “Fair enough.”

You watched as he settled into an armchair, his glasses perched on the edge of his nose as he sorted through the chips he’d won earlier. The sound of them clicking together was oddly soothing, lulling you into a sense of calm.

Before long, you found yourself sliding off the couch and padding over to him. Without a word, you curled up on his lap, your head resting against his chest.

Aventurine stiffened for a moment, caught off guard. “Comfortable, are we?” he asked, his tone a mix of amusement and fondness.

“Very...” you murmured, already half-asleep.

He sighed, a soft smile tugging at his lips as he draped the blanket over you both. His fingers absently brushed through your hair, his usual bravado replaced with quiet contentment.

“For someone who claims I’m ‘unbelievable,’ you seem to trust me an awful lot.” he mused, his voice low.

You didn’t respond, your breathing slow and steady as sleep claimed you.

Aventurine leaned back in his chair, his eyes softening as he gazed down at you. In all his years of gambling, scheming, and taking risks, he’d never expected to find someone who made him feel this… grounded.

“Not bad for a gambler’s companion...” he whispered, the usual sharpness in his voice replaced by something gentler.

The roulette of life kept spinning, but for now, he was content to stay right where he was—at least until morning.

[maiiruo]

20 minutes.

nsfw ahead !

nanami was always precise with his time at work, but when it came to you he would drop anything n everything for whatever you wanted.

4:40pm. only 20 minutes until he got home. 20 minutes until you would feel his hands on your waist, your thighs— you could wait 20 minutes, right? wrong. 4:45pm and you’re knuckles deep into your cunt, begging for something — someone, you knew wasn’t home for another 15 minutes. bringing your phone up to your two toned lips, you press the little mic icon to let him know how bad you missed him. how bad you needed him back home.

whimpering through words, you finally click send.“f-fuck— ken p-please… please come back baby..”

kento was always punctual, replying to you in almost a minute — “5 minutes. I’m on my way.”

those 5 minutes felt longer than anything. your eyes on the door, waiting for his car to pull in the driveway, his keys jingling at the door— “baby? where are you?” loosening his tie as he opened the door, he practically bolted for your room — he was just as impatient as you. you knew he left work early, only 10 minutes, but you knew he would use that against you, he knew that’s what you wanted. his figure was so much bigger than yours, shadowing you as he stood over your bed; “you know my shift wasn’t over.. you couldn’t wait 5 minutes?” speaking in such a low voice, yet he still sounded firm in his question. almost shying away, you answered so silently it could be taken as a whisper. “i missed you so so much, baby, i’m sorry” his tired eyes shamelessly undressing you.

condescendingly, he refused to acknowledge your desperation and took his seat at the end of the bed. “oh baby.. you know better than to interrupt my work just because you want me to ruin you, don’t you?” almost immediately, you felt the blood rush to your face and the slick between your thighs grow. watching him through your doe eyes, he beckoned for you to stand between his legs, embarrassing you as you stood with nothing but his shirt and pink, lacy panties. “clothes off, baby.” his voice much more demanding than it was before. almost stalling for time, you fiddled with one of the sleeves of his work shirt; “but—” “but what? you were so brave over the phone, sweetheart. where’s that confidence gone?” you knew you wouldn’t win at this, so, reluctantly, you took off the shirt you were wearing and waited meekly, his eyes scanning your body of the marks he left the last time. “panties too, come on.” you knew what he meant, yet you also knew how humiliating this was — even though the wetness dripping down your thighs said otherwise.

finally standing naked in front of your lover, his hands ran over your waist, grabbing at your hips to help you straddle his thighs. “did you try to cum without me, baby?” in a low whisper, he spoke against your ear so soft you could feel his breath on your skin. nodding gently, you replied in an almost silent voice; “mmhm…i’m sorry ken” his hands, remaining on your hips slowly rocked your cunt back and forth against his thigh, your breath hitching from how bad you waited for this. you wanted more, you wanted that full feeling you couldn’t replicate yourself. “poor baby, interrupting my work just so you could fuck yourself on my thigh?” his voice falsely sympathetic, you tried to reply through muffled whimpers, pleading for him to go faster. “p-please—want more, want you” begging to no avail, your hips bucked faster, your body almost beseeching you to cum while nanami’s hands overpowered you, forcing you to stay at an agonisingly slow pace. in between placing kisses on your chest, he controlled you so easily. “slow, baby. you wanted me here, i’m going to take my time.” you could see the tent in his work pants grow, precum slowly seeping through leaving a wet patch where, he too longed for your pretty cunt around his cock.

what felt like forever finally passed, his hands granting you permission to speed up, to use him for your pleasure. you palmed his cock, dragging your thumb over the patch his precum stained, his pretty lips parting to let out small, low moans from how bad he yearned for this. “f-fuck ken..please, ‘wanna cum, please let me cum, baby.” soft lips that wandered your dark skin— he was enamoured by you, yet he still wanted to tease you for your desperation. his hands coming to a halt, he forced your hips to cease, his eyes meeting yours. “oh, sweetheart, i never said we were finished.” your thighs practically trembling, you looked at his eyes in confusion while he looked at you with condescending sympathy.

still in his work clothes, he lay you on your back to give you what you couldn’t wait 20 minutes for, unbuckling his belt and finally revealing how he needed you just as much as you did.

“legs open, baby. show me how much you missed me.”

don’t steal, translate or repost my work

©maiiruo

[theworldofotps]

Holidays (Drabble)

Pairing: Damian Priest x Reader Word Count: 750 Description: Damian takes you home for the holidays despite your desire to be near snow.

Sorry it’s taken ages to finally get another fic out, I just haven’t had the motivation to write anything. Fingers crossed that gets better.

Hope you had lovely holidays if you celebrated or just a nice rest of your 2020.

Thank you to @new-zealand-chic for help with ideas and motivation otherwise this fic never would have gotten finished.

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“Come on y/n it can’t be that bad.”

“But it is! I love waking up on Christmas morning with snow and the chill in the air that causes you to wanna curl up with a hot drink.”

Y/n sighed then looked at her friend.

“But it could be fun besides you can’t tell me the idea of laying on the beach with him doesn’t appeal to you.”

“That’s besides the point.”

Finn tilted his head and watched his friend he was going to pull out the big guns.

“No not besides the point, Damian does so much for you. He’s stayed in the cold when he would have rather been in Florida or home in Puerto Rico. He’s spent the last two holiday seasons with you here in America because he couldn’t fly home. Now he’s asking you to spend just a few days together in his motherland and you don’t want to because you’ll miss the damn snow which you’ll see as soon as you get back.”

Y/n remains silently and lightly dragged her foot along the ground. Put that way she knew that Finn was right. A few days spent with Damian in a place that meant so much to him, it wouldn’t be bad.

“Okay I’ll need you to swing by to water the houseplants and such.”

“You know I got it just like I’ve done before now go tell your boyfriend to book the trip.”

Parting ways with Finn, Y/n heads for her car texting her boyfriend on the way to book the trip.

•

“I can’t believe you’ve never been to the beach in December.”

Damian smiled as he parked the car and adjusted his sunglasses.

“Remember D, not everyone was born where it’s hot during the winter.”

You smiled over at him, he’d been on cloud nine since you had agreed to come on the trip with him. And so far it had been incredible, his family was always so welcoming and loved that you were spending the holidays there.

Grabbing the beach bag you exit the car and after Damian takes your hand the two of you made your way down the sand.

You were surprised from the way Damian spoke you’d think that it would be packed. But it wasn’t, there was only one other person on the beach.

“See isn’t this nicer then not freezing your ass off in the snow mi amor?”

“I suppose so although I do love the snow…I couldn’t see you shirtless if it was cold.”

Damian chuckles at your smirk and nodded his head quickly as he laid out the large beach towel he had.

“Exactly we would both be wrapped in a bunch of layers. But here we’re practically skin to skin, only separated by a few pieces of fabric.”

Laying down Damian pulled you on top of him, his hands roaming your backside. Giving your ass a squeeze he placed a kiss on your shoulder. Biting your lip you shake your head.

“Babe, we can’t do that here.”

“You’re telling me no but with the way your slowly starting to grind on my thigh, I think you want me to take it farther.”

You hadn’t even noticed your hips slightly moving until he mentioned it. Damian chuckled at the shock on your face and took this oppertunity to pull you down for a hot kiss.

“Did you not see the big ass beach umbrella I brought?”

He whispered against your lips.

“Besides we’re pretty much alone that other person left already.”

Damian kissed from your mouth down to your neck leaving kisses against the warm skin. You hadn’t noticed the umbrella until he reached over. Sitting back you watched as he opened then places the umbrella in the sand. It gave a good covering of the two of you. Leaving only your legs exposed.

“I don’t know if this is a good idea.”

“But we both know you want to, besides I did promise you an unforgettable week.”

Flipping you both over Damian now hovered above you, his lips curved into his signature smirk as he carefully parted your legs with his knee.

“Well?”

You sharply inhale when one of his hands slips down between your bodies. A finger tracing your lips through your swimsuit. Whimpering as he slipped it inside the fabric softly circling your clit.

“Please papi, make me feel good.”

Damian chuckled as he leaned down covering your mouth with his. Maybe you could get used to spending the holidays here.

[10piecechickenmcnugget]

(hi chat. i wrote a fic about oli cameo-ing in wild life. it’s about 1k words. lizzie jimmy and scar are in it. it gets a little sad. i hope you enjoy it)

Oli snickered at the absolutely dumbfounded expression currently being given to him by none other than Jimmy Solidarity.

“Hiya Tim. Did you miss me?”

Jimmy continued to stare with his jaw halfway to the void. “What- you- you’re not- how are you here?”

Oli just grins, sitting back and crossing his legs with what he hopes is an annoyingly smug expression. Judging by the way Jimmy’s eyes flash, it’s working.

“I’m just that special. Being practically god and all, I thought I should pay a visit to my sweet sweet boy.” Oli waves a hand, tilting his head. Jimmy looks cute when he’s confused.

“Does Grian know you’re here?”

Oli grins. “Who do you think invited me?”

If Jimmy wasn’t in shock before, he certainly is now. “Grian. Brought you. Here. To his death games.”

Oli swings his legs absently. “Someone had to write a song for that little trivia bot. 2 of them, actually. In one day. Not sure how I pulled that one off, not to mention the snails.”

Jimmy dissolves into a fit of nonsensical babbling, and Oli can’t help but it burst into laughter again. While Jimmy processes this, Oli decides it’s about time he takes a look around. He hops off the block he’s sitting on, spinning around slowly to take in Jim’s base.

It’s cutesy, he decides, and almost painfully familiar. The cherry theming, the hilltop location, the giant animal statues. It always comes back to death and canaries, somehow. Oli can’t figure out how Jimmy keeps getting away with this. He walks slowly, dramatically sweeping around to take everything in. Listening to cherry petals shift under his feet and trying to drown out the phantom sound of explosions in his head. Jimmy has stopped talking, and is staring at him as he wanders. Oli flashes him a smile. Jim just looks apprehensive.

Oli doesn’t blame him. He’s not supposed to be here, even by Grian’s standards. And mathematically, Oli has an infinite amount of kills per death games he’s been in. He’s not a player, and as such he can’t die. He’s immune to Grian’s wildcards and rules. He’s practically a god, in a way, which is not really something he’s ever experienced. It would be more fun if he was allowed to stay. Maybe he can write another song.

Deciding there isn’t much more to look at, Oli turns fully to Jimmy. It’s uncomfortably quiet. Oli is about to make another quip when the silence is broken.

“Oli? What on earth are you doing here?”

If Oli thought seeing Jimmy messed with his head, hearing Lizzie calling out for him is like a shot to the brain. Even so, he can’t help but smile as he turns around to meet her.

“Lizzie!”

She runs up the hill towards him, slightly out of breath, transparent wings twitching in an all too familiar way. She pauses a few paces away, shooting him a grin.

“I knew those stupid snails sounded familiar. Joel recognized you first. How did you even get here?”

Pretending the mention of Joel doesn’t make him want to explode, Oli just shrugs. “Grian invited me. Voiced some snails, made some songs, and thought I’d come by and cause problems before he kicks me out again.”

Lizzie rolls her eyes. “To be honest, I’m surprised he hasn’t.”

“Well, I am technically God now, so…”

“Is that right.” Smoothing out her dress, Lizzie moves closer, forming a small triangle with the three of them. Jimmy still looks befuddled and Lizzie has that same mischievous glint in her eyes she always does, and Oli is suddenly very homesick. Is that even the right word? Home is where the heart is, or something.

“Yep! 100%, genuine, certified, bona fide God. Can’t die, and my snails wreaked havoc like none other.”

“You’ve got me there.”

“So,” Oli claps his hands together. “This is your guys’s base? Very cherry-esque. Draw inspiration from anyone?”

Lizzie puts her hands on her hips. “Hey! Pink has been my thing since we were kids. Cherry biomes were made for me. I’ve been making cherry wood houses since before your stupid hog.”

“How dare you!” Oli gasps, putting a hand over his chest. “My hog was not stupid, he was magnificent. And pink was my thing too! I had pink hair for a while there, remember?”

“Yeah, cause of me! I’m the only reason you dye your hair at all! And besides, you don’t even die it pink anymore after-”

Lizzie cuts herself off suddenly, eyes wide, and Oli freezes in place. Jimmy looks taken aback by the sudden tension, looking nervously between the two of them.

After what feels like years, Oli exhales. “… Yeah. Alright. Pink is your thing.”

“Oli…”

Oli turns around suddenly, walking purposefully towards the large birds marking the front of their base. He adjusts the little green halo floating just above his hair, which is notably not pink. “These are cute.”

Lizzie, forever hyperaware of Oli’s incessant need to avoid his problems, just sighs. “Aren’t they?”

And just like that, it never even happened. Jimmy eventually realizes he’s never getting any answers, and joins in the banter, helping Lizzie take Oli on an official tour of their base. Eventually Scar returns, resulting in a 20 minute long argument that ends with Lizzie half dragging Oli down the hill and towards the cave BAM has claimed as their own. Lizzie bitterly shows him where her snail first made an attempt on her life, and Oli’s apology is ruined by the fact that he can’t stop snickering.

Eventually Lizzie drags him back up to the surface, and all too fast for Oli’s liking it’s nightfall. Scar unhelpfully comments that they’ll need their sleep to deal with whatever horrors will happen next session, and that Grian will probably be on Oli’s case soon.

Reluctantly, Oli says his goodbyes. And if he hugs Lizzie just a little too long, she doesn’t comment on it. And if his heart isn’t quite in the jokes he makes at Jimmy’s expense, no one says anything.

He doesn’t really know where he’s going. He’s not entirely sure how he got there at all, to be honest. He supposes he’ll have to track down Grian and ask. He doesn’t want to leave, he’s getting awfully tired of finally finding his friends just to lose them again.

Maybe Grian will add him to the next season.

[mrsoharaa]

ᯓ⁠ ❥ Miguel being too cooped up in his office? sweetheart, wear one of his long, white fancy button ups (that you love to wear around your shared apartment, keep the first three buttons undone- trust me) wearing only that and your pretty laced panties (but if you're feeling a bit more petty, wear those gorgeous newly purchased sheer stockings that connect with the matching garter that you had just bought for special occasions!), and portal your way into his office dressed just exactly like that. Strut your hips a bit as you walk, taunt him. Tease him. Make his ass drool and work at whats he's missing (you) out on, for being so encased with his job.

And if that doesn't work (which I'm sure it will hehe) then force your way inbetween his beefy legs, prop yourself onto his desk directly in front of him and spread your pretty legs before him. Watch him immediately silence himself, aimlessly gawking at you with peering eyes scouring hungrily over you. ♡ ୨ৎ

[wishfuldivine]

I need me some more Gaz being a fucking insufferable Omega when none of his Alphas give him attention?

I can see him being the more annoying type that riles them up instead of the whiney and absolute begging.

With Price, he'll be such an insufferable brat who will hide his cigars with not one ounce of regrets or care.

With Soap, he'll steal all of his hair gels so he couldn't do his stupid Mohawk that he so secretly loved to pull on despite anything.

And with Ghost, poor lieutenant. He would use all of his teas right in front of him. Have the audacity to even hum and nod in approval to the delicious taste.

And the Alphas? After DAYS of their Omega doing that, they still don't break or give a shit. So Gaz has to pout and deal with it.

[kybercrystals94]

Embroidered Skulls

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Febuwhump 2024 | Day 20 | Prompt 20: Truth Serum

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tech narrows his gaze.

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

“Echo,” Hunter groans.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Echo! Stop talking,” Hunter cries.

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

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

“Oh, so it’s my fault?”

“Yes!”

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

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

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

“But Tech…”

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

Hunter hesitates. “Yes?”

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

“Tech, this isn’t funny!”

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

“You can’t tell them!”

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

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

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

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

Almost.

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

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

Too quickly.

Crosshair smirks. “What did you do?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Give me your best guess.”

“You will not like it.”

“Tech!”

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

“No! You’re lying!”

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

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

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

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

“No!”

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

“Shut up, Cross.”

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

Hunter decidedly keeps his jaw locked shut.

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

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

Hunter’s eyes widen, and Echo swallows.

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

“Where does Hunter keep his art projects?”

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

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

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

“Echo!” Hunter gasps.

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

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

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

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

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

END

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[aventurineswife]

Reader speaks sometimes in their native language when they are frustrated/excited/in the middle of a rant switch languages. And it intrigues Aventurine, who secretly starts to learn the language too, just to listen in secret.

One day, maybe during a light argument between them, reader drops a cuss word that does translate to "f*** you" and aventurine takes this moment to reply, while grinning from ear to ear "oh? Youre offering for once?"

Stunned silence.

Reader starts freaking out in their native language while aven just stands there with that shit eating grin.

Established relationship. No, they never done the deed, but he wanted to catch reader by surprise, and he did. He so proud of himself.

“You think you’re clever, but just remember: I’m one step ahead”

Summary: You and Aventurine are sharing a relaxed afternoon, and a playful argument about his so-called "inspirational mess" turns into teasing banter. When your frustration leads you to mutter in your native language, Aventurine—who’s secretly been learning it—seizes the chance to tease you in return. Caught between embarrassment and laughter, you realize he’s been one step ahead, and Aventurine is all too proud of himself for the surprise.

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Established Relationship, Fluff, Playful Banter, Lighthearted Argument, Language Barrier, Teasing, Humor.

Waring: Slight Swearing.

A/N: THIS IS SUCH A FUNNY REQ!! I LOVE IT HONESTLY!! 🤭 (As someone's who's native language is not English, this is very funny and cute at the same time🥹🤧like imagine your s/o learning your language just so you can communicate freely or learn what you have been saying 🤭🫶💖🥹)

You’re both lounging around his suite on a lazy afternoon, a stack of paperwork untouched as the conversation somehow spirals into an easy back-and-forth about each other’s quirks. It’s all lighthearted and playful, but it doesn’t take long before you’re teasing him for his incredibly deliberate way of never quite cleaning up his cards and dice, always keeping them just a bit scattered, “for inspiration,” he claims.

“Inspiration, huh?” you say, raising an eyebrow. “Well, maybe my inspiration would be higher if I didn’t trip over your cards every time I’m here.”

Aventurine raises his hands in mock surrender. “I’m telling you, darling, you can’t rush art! It’s all about atmosphere.”

“Atmosphere?” you scoff, switching to your native tongue as you get more animated. “More like a mess that you just want me to overlook!”

He smirks, feigning offense. “My ‘mess’ is a masterpiece—unlike someone’s habit of muttering incomprehensibly every time they don’t get their way.” he teases, with that knowing look in his eyes. He’s clearly waiting for you to switch languages again.

You roll your eyes, slipping into your native tongue almost instinctively. “Maybe if you weren’t so infuriatingly full of yourself, I wouldn’t have to mutter at all.”

Aventurine chuckles, his grin only widening. “Full of myself?” he repeats, pushing back just enough to keep the mood light. “Look who’s talking—every time you walk into this room, you practically take over.”

“Take over? Oh, please,” you huff, slipping deeper into your language as you mutter, “if anything, I’m saving this place from turning into a pigsty.”

He raises an eyebrow, clearly waiting for the right moment, and finally, you let slip a particularly choice phrase—a cuss word that, in your language, translates a little too directly to “fuck you.”

He seizes the opportunity, his face lighting up with a triumphant grin. “Oh? You’re offering for once?”

The world goes still. You blink at him in shock, the realization dawning as your mind scrambles. He understood you—completely. Your cheeks flush, and before you can help it, you’re sputtering in your native language, tripping over words and trying to make sense of how he even learned it.

Aventurine just stands there, that infuriatingly smug grin plastered across his face, arms crossed in satisfaction. “Surprised?” he drawls, clearly reveling in your stunned reaction. “Turns out you’re not the only one with hidden talents.”

You start freaking out, half-laughing, half-ranting in your language, swearing at him all over again. He just chuckles, standing back and drinking it all in, proud as ever for catching you off guard.

“Oh, please,” he says with a chuckle, “keep going—I’m starting to enjoy these rants.”

You cover your face, torn between embarrassment and laughter, and finally shake your head. “One day, I’m going to get you back for this.”

He leans closer, his voice low and challenging. “I’ll be waiting, darling.”

[happyk44]

Percy bleaching his hair because he thinks Nico is solely attracted to blondes, based on Jason, Apollo, and Will

Nico bleaching his hair because he thinks Percy is solely attracted to blondes, based on Annabeth and Luke

(Percy laughing because, oh gods no, Nico, I am was attracted to your dad in a major way for years a couple days, being blonde is irrelevant)

(Nico laughing, because, oh gods no, Percy, you were my childhood crush in a major way for years, being blonde is irrelevant)

[whatisamildopinion]

Three cheers for the appearance of an (unintentionally) deadbeat dad!!! He's late, but he's here, folks!

Snippet from the chapter below the cut!

“We’re picking up a rogue celestial signature in Avernus.”

Pok blinks. “What? Is there anyone assigned to Avernus right now?”

“No! That’s the problem! No one is supposed to be there, there are no active missions there right now. But we’re picking up a presence, and a strong one. There’s some kind of emergency signal. And the beacon of the Bottomless Pit is lit.”

Pok feels the surprise in his chest grind into a halt and curdle into panic, thick and sour. “Has anyone responded to it yet?”

A crackle of static. “Captain Bill Seacaster’s armada.”

His eyes go wide. “Fuck.” 

“Fuck,” agrees the operator. “We’re pulling you. Whatever this signal is, we can’t figure out how to contact it, but it’s sending out a distress signal. We can’t pin down the location with enough precision to get it back on our own without bringing Seacaster’s whole cavalry back with it, which I don’t have to explain would be bad in more ways than we can express.”

“I’m on retrieval,” Pok surmises. 

“Yes.”

“Copy that.”

[just-a-forest-nymph]

Hear me out… free use sleepy thigh fucking… Waking up to your tired groans as you sloppily buck into my thighs finishing in between them before you fall back to sleep leaving me used, sticky and wet. Me trying to wake you up again with my hips grinding against your cock. My pussy weeping to be filled. Only upon awaking, you use my thighs again in your delirious sleep state while I beg you on repeat… just a thought.

[rjavenuru]

you're doing it on purpose, aren't you, sir?

[also-fours]

[madmanwonder]

(Ask, Crossover College Teacher) Rito can't help but answer a question correctly, wanting to see what the bigger reward from Professor Cana is.

“Here’s your reward Rito-Chan~”

“….” Rito was silent as a grave and his face was in a nice shade of red when he find himself looking at the peach-shaped thong-clad booty sitting on his desk.

[trashyswitch]

Luigi's Secret

Chapter 16: Lee-uigi And The Tickle Tools

Luigi is just trying to get through a morning (and a day) without a lee mood plaguing him. But Mario is unintentionally making it SUPER difficult! And it doesn't help that Mario has an electric toothbrush...

This fanfic was suggested by an anonymous user who used a <3 in their name! So I'll just call them <3 anon. I hope you enjoy!

Monday Morning: 

Luigi woke up to Mario’s alarm clock going off. He groaned and covered his face with the blanket, refusing to get up. He was too tired to get up…he didn’t want to get up. Screw work. He wanted to sleep the morning away. But…He knew he had to get up at some point. Otherwise Mario’s gonna get angry with him. 

Luigi finally pushed the blanket off himself and grabbed his phone off the nightstand table. As he made a pot of coffee, Luigi opened up his phone and looked at the notifications. But a couple notifications down, something specific caught his eye:

[1:53am] 

[trashyswitch answered your ask “I HATE being In a lee mood. I wanna be wrecked SO BADLY! PLEASE…”]

Luigi widened his eyes as he stared at the notification. She did not…SHE DID NOT…

Without thinking, Luigi clicked the notification, and opened his phone. CRAP! CLOSE CLOSE CLOSE! He closed his phone and attempted to hide the growing blush on his face before Mario noticed. Great…He knew this was going to be the only thing on his mind for the next hour, maybe even the rest of the day. And he could already feel the lee mood turning on like a simple light switch…

“Luigi?” Mario said to him, holding out a cup of coffee. 

Luigi smiled and took the coffee. “Thank you.” Luigi replied. 

“You okay? You’re a little red.” Mario asked. 

Luigi nodded his head and sipped some coffee. “I’m fine.” Luigi told him with an attempted smile as he sat on the bed. ‘I’m not fine…I’m super flustered…HELP…’ Luigi thought to himself. 

Mario smirked. “Okay…” Mario sat down beside him on the bed. “What is it?” He asked. 

Luigi could feel the blush filling his cheeks all over again. Damn…he felt like he was doing so good hiding it too…why did Mario have to mention something?! Luigi finally sighed. “A…couple days ago, I sent my favorite author an anonymous message online. And…” Luigi opened his phone and opened the post before giving Mario the phone. 

Mario read the post bit by bit, reading Luigi’s message before reading this person’s response. Mario looked at Luigi, before looking at the sign off emoji. 

“Hat anon? That’s what you named yourself?” Mario asked, pointing to the blue ball cap emoji that was on the bottom of the message. 

Luigi groaned and covered his face for a moment. “I was in a hurry when I wrote it...” Luigi admitted. “And my hat was the first thing I saw.” 

Mario chuckled. “So…you were in such a bad lee mood…that you messaged a complete stranger about said lee mood…before telling me, your twin brother about it?” Mario clarified. 

Luigi bit his lip. “Well…sometimes telling strangers who understand, is much less scary than telling someone you’ve known your whole life.” Luigi admitted. 

Mario shook his head. “Nope…not for me. With other people, it’s a lot harder to predict their responses.” Mario told him. 

Luigi hugged one of his knees to his chest. “It’s different if you know they’re part of the community…” Luigi muttered. 

Mario softened his expression. “And…I’m guessing this was before I found out about it?” Mario clarified next. 

Luigi nodded his head. “Yeah…” 

Mario nodded his head and got up. “Well…looks like you kinda got what you were looking for. Some understanding, and a little tease.” Mario told him with a small smile, handing Luigi his phone back. 

Luigi tilted his head as he took the phone, before looking at the phone for Pocket’s response. 

[Awwww! Hi 🧢 Anon!! Wonderful to meet you! And goodness…this looks like a really bad lee mood…You need a little help with that? 😉 I don’t know when I’ll respond next, but I’ll try to help as best I can. 💜

~Pocket]

Luigi could feel the stupid blush getting darker and darker. Oh gosh…She wanted to help him?! 

Luigi shook his head and quickly closed his phone. He got off the bed and started to get himself ready for work. He made and ate a quick breakfast, gelled up his hair, shaved and pulled out his toothbrush. But at the same time, Mario walked in and grabbed his own toothbrush and toothpaste from the closet. 

Luigi paused his brushing as he stared at Mario and watched him load his toothbrush with toothpaste and turn it on. The dreaded vibration sounds filled his ears as he widened his eyes in horror. Luigi quickly went back to brushing as he tried not to lose his mind as he accidentally started imagining the toothbrush against his navel. NO, NOO, NOOOO. BAD TIMING, FINISH UP AND LEEEAVE! 

“Luigi?” Mario called, his toothbrush out of his mouth and staring at Luigi with worry. “Hello?” 

Luigi backed himself up rapidly in an attempt to leave the room as quickly as possible. But he accidentally backed himself into the closed door. “OW-” Luigi opened the door and sprinted out, not even taking the time to close it while he went to the kitchen sink to finish brushing his teeth. 

Mario stared at the door with worry…and confusion. 

What……just happened? 

Mario finished up with his teeth, cleaned up his toothbrush and left the room with his toothbrush in hand. Luigi had always had a strange thing about toothbrushes, and he was now determined to find out why. “Luigi?” Mario asked, walking to the kitchen. 

Luigi was just finishing up cleaning the sink, before turning around. “Yea-” Luigi widened his eyes and froze when he saw Mario holding his toothbrush. 

Mario narrowed his eyes, confused. He looked at his own toothbrush, before looking back at Luigi as he turned the toothbrush on.

Luigi’s reaction was immediate. His face lit up in a dark red color as he whimpered and covered his mouth. “Whatareyoudoing?” Luigi attempted to ask. 

Mario turned off the toothbrush. He noted the similarities between Luigi’s reaction to his wiggling fingers from Friday night, and Luigi’s current reaction to the toothbrush. “You…are in a lee mood…” Mario said, turning the toothbrush on again and walking slightly closer. “From this…” Mario added, raising the toothbrush higher. 

Luigi whined and held out his hands in defense. “M-Mario DON’T!” Luigi begged. “You-YOUDON’TKNOW-” Luigi could feel his knees getting weaker and weaker the closer Mario got to him. 

“Know…what?” Mario asked, walking closer to Luigi. 

Luigi shook his head and backed up more. “What…toothbrushes are capable of doing to a lee…” Luigi admitted. 

Mario looked at the electric toothbrush. Then, he widened his eyes and smiled brightly. Something had finally clicked in his brain. “Wait, is the toothbrush used as a tool…the same way a feather is used?” Mario asked him. Quickly, he turned off the toothbrush and pulled out his phone. “Hold on…” Mario opened Google and put the words ‘Tickle Tools’ into his search bar before clicking the enter button. A couple seconds later, pictures of different things began to show up in Google images. 

Mario chose a specific picture and looked at them. “Hmmm…” Mario chuckled. “Feather dusters.” Mario told him. 

Luigi squeaked and shook his head. “NOOOoo!” Luigi whined. 

“Makeup brushes.” Mario added. 

Luigi whimpered and covered his face, starting to curl up his body. He was imagining those stupid makeup brushes against his ears. “Noooohohohoooo.” Luigi whined, growing more and more red by the second. 

Mario clicked onto another picture. “Hair brush.” Mario said. 

Luigi started shaking his head left and right as he giggled helplessly. He had started imagining hairbrushes on his feet, unintentionally causing his socked toes to curl up. 

“....Hairbrushes on the feet?” Mario asked with a little smile, watching Luigi’s feet curl up.

Luigi growled and tapped his feet. “Staaaaahahahahahaaap.” Luigi whined. 

Mario looked at a picture of an electric item on Google Images. “What…is this?” Mario asked, showing Luigi the picture. 

The moment Luigi looked at the picture, he squeaked and covered his eyes, curling his toes even more than before. NOT THAT TOOL! He could just imagine the thin thread piece in between his stupid toes. And it was making him giggle to the point of snorting now. 

Mario rolled his eyes with a laugh. “What is it?!” Mario asked. 

“YOUDON’TNEEDTOKNOW!” Luigi screamed. “Just tehehell mehehe!” Mario laughed. 

“ELECTRIHIC FLOHOHOSSER!” Luigi yelled through his laughter. 

Mario chuckled. “An electric flosser?” Mario typed ‘electric flosser’ into his search bar, and widened his eyes. “Huh…Okay. That’s a thing.” Mario reacted. 

With that decided, Mario turned off his phone and walked up. “So the reason you react like that…is because you want the toothbrush to be used on you?” Mario asked. 

Luigi pointed and flexed his feet, eventually nodding his head. “Yeheheheah…Ihihi *snort* Ihihihi kihihinda dohoho.” Luigi admitted. 

Mario smiled brightly and turned off the toothbrush. “Okay.” Mario replied. 

Luigi uncovered his eye, and looked at Mario with a small bit of confusion. “Wh-Whaha-” Luigi mumbled. 

Mario took Luigi’s toothbrush from his hand, and walked back to the bathroom to put the toothbrushes away. “That’s it.” Mario repeated. “We can talk about this later.” Mario told him, putting the toothbrushes into the cups. 

Luigi just about lost his mind the moment he heard that. Excuse mE- TALK ABOUT IT LATER?! “Then-” Luigi started, before throwing his hands to his sides. “What was thE POINT OF THAT?!” Luigi yelled, growing angry. 

Mario bursted out in cackles. “Ihihi needed to know why you’re so scared of toothbrushes!” Mario told him. “And now I have my answer. So no need to worry…we can drop the conversation now.” Mario decided. 

Luigi growled and slammed his hands on the ground, mumbling curses to himself as he got up onto his feet. OH MY GOSH… What a load of horseshit. The least Mario could’ve done is tickle him for at least 2 minutes before dropping the conversation. You can’t just tease the hell out of someone, and then completely drop the freaking subject! 

THAT IS SO RUDE! 

“It’s 8:03 now…We have a bit less than 35 minutes till we have to go.” Mario said, picking up their bag of tools and placing it beside the door. Mario added the tape measure to the bag and turned around. But Mario yelped and jumped when he saw his brother standing right there in his way. “WAAH- Mamma mia…” Mario mumbled, holding his chest. “I need to get you a bell or something.” Mario told him. 

He tried to walk by Luigi, but paused when Luigi mirrored his movements, blocking his way again. 

Mario looked at Luigi. “Uhhh…” 

Luigi suddenly picked up Mario, and held him up to his own head height. “LUIGI! PUT ME DOWN!” Mario shouted, kicking his feet and grabbing at Luigi’s arms. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” Mario yelled, super confused. 

Luigi stayed silent as he carried Mario over to the couch. Then, he raised Mario up a slight bit higher, and threw Mario against the couch. Mario flopped into their couch and attempted to get himself up. But by the time he DID manage to get up, Luigi had flopped himself onto the couch beside him and pushed him back down. “Teasing the hell out of me?” Luigi held Mario’s hands above his head with one hand, while poking every inch of his belly with the other hand. 

“WaitwaiTWAHAIT-” Mario shouted, throwing his head back with strong, jumpy laughter. 

“Making me confess to wanting to be tickled?” Luigi continued, moving to scratch his fingers all over his belly. Mario pulled on his arms as he shook his head, laughing absolutely hysterically. “HAHAHAHA- LUUUHUHUHUHUUUU!” Mario shouted. 

“And then DROPPING THE SUBJECT…” Luigi yelled, squeezing his side. “AND LEAVING ME TO SUFFER IN THIS STRONG, UNBEARABLE LEE MOOD?!” Luigi yelled next, poking at the belly button region. 

“LUIHIHIGIII MEHEHERDAHAHA-” Mario shouted. 

Luigi stopped tickling and let go of his brother’s hands. “And then only giving me 35 minutes to try and pull myself together in time for work?! To make sure I don’t act like a flustered fool in front of our potential future customers?!” Luigi added. “It…” Luigi growled and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “It’s one of the worst things you can do to a person in the community.” Luigi told him. “It’s like pissing off a person…and then forcing them to shove all that anger down and pull themself back together in less than 20 minutes. It…” Luigi sighed and got off of Mario. 

Mario was breathing somewhat heavily while holding his stomach. He took another moment to breathe before sitting himself up and fixing his hat. “God…” Mario muttered, scratching his stomach to try and rid himself of the funny tickly feelings. But scratching his own stomach only tickled himself more. He quickly wiped his stomach off in an attempt to stop the stupid feelings. And…it worked?

Wait…

He looked at his own stomach. “Luigi…” Mario said. 

Luigi looked at Mario and softened his expression. “Hm?” 

“...You described something as a…after tickles or something…” Mario attempted to explain. 

Luigi raised his eyebrows slightly. “...Phantom tickles?” Luigi asked. 

“Yeah…” Mario said. “...Is that…when you feel ticklish feelings despite not…” Mario struggled to explain it, wiggling his fingers to show Luigi. 

For some strange reason, Luigi didn’t grow flustered from Mario’s fingers…not this time. If anything, he only treated it as a hand sign. 

“Mhm…” Luigi finally replied. 

Mario looked at his stomach, before hugging his stomach tightly. “Ihi think I know what you mean…” Mario admitted, looking up at Luigi with slight embarrassment. 

Luigi uncrossed his arms. “About phantom tickles?” 

Mario chuckled. “Yeah…but also the other thing…” Mario said. He paused for a moment and looked down at his stomach. “...The…feeling of being flustered and then having to cover that up immediately…” Mario tried to say. “The…” Mario gave up his words, and shook his head. “...I’m sorry, Luigi.” Mario told him flat out. 

Luigi huffed and smiled a bit. “It’s fine.” He said, getting up. “But for future reference…” Luigi pointed to the side, before looking at Mario. “A couple of pokes. That is all you need to do in order to calm me down from a flustering lee mood.” Luigi told him. 

Mario tilted his head. “R…Really? You don’t even need a full tickle…fight? Just a couple pokes?” Mario clarified. 

Luigi nodded. “Most of the time, that’s all I need.” Luigi clarified. 

Mario narrowed his eyes as he got up off the couch. “...And what happens if that’s not enough?” Mario asked. 

“If it doesn’t fully work, then I’ll take what I can get. Then I’ll calm myself down the rest of the way.” Luigi replied. 

Mario nodded his head and looked at his watch. 

[8:36am] 

“We gotta go.” Mario told him. 

Luigi grabbed the bag of plumbing tools and opened the door. “After you.” Luigi told him. 

“Thanks, lee.” Mario teased. 

Luigi’s face changed from casual, to shocked and slightly impressed. “E-Excuse me?” Luigi reacted. 

Mario chuckled. “You really shouldn’t fall asleep with your phone open, Lu.” Mario teased. 

Luigi widened his eyes. “H-How much did you see?” he asked. 

“Oh boy… Uh…” Mario started to quote a couple of the sentences. “You saying ‘Help I’m dying’...then this Jin person saying ‘Ha suffer, lee’...and then you denying it…then Jin saying ‘Lee-uigi’...” Mario kept going. 

Luigi groaned and covered his face. Fucking wonderful…Mario now knows about one of his online friends… “mmmmmmmm great…” Luigi mumbled. 

“So, is the word ‘lee’ considered an embarrassing nickname?” Mario asked. 

Luigi sighed. “Kinda…People don’t like admitting they’re in a lee mood most of the time…” Luigi admitted. 

“Okay…So if you’re in a lee mood…then can I start calling you Lee-uigi?” Mario asked with the most innocent look on his face. 

Luigi grabbed Mario’s hat and slapped it into Mario’s face. “Eat it, moron.” Luigi told him, before jumping onto the floating bricks. 

Mario fell back a bit and put his hat back onto his own head, before catching up with Luigi. He hopped onto the bricks and jumped headfirst into the pipe, following after his brother. When they both popped out from the other side of the pipe, Mario and Luigi hopped into their car, and started to drive to their first location. 

“So…Jin sounds like a teasy stronzo.” Mario said. 

Luigi chuckled. “Yup…But despite his evil ler side…he is a pretty hilarious lee. But he’s got a huge, strong shell that you have to strategically crack open to get him to admit it.” Luigi explained. 

Mario wheezed. “Wooow.” He reacted. “How long have you known each other?” Mario asked. 

“Well…I don’t know…A while.” Luigi replied. 

Mario turned the van to the left. “Are there more friends of yours that I should know about?” Mario asked. 

Luigi smiled a bit. “Ummm…” He scratched the back of his head. “Yeah, actually…but…How about I show you their profiles on break. Alright?” Luigi offered. 

“Okay.” Mario replied. “Lee-uigi.” Mario teased with a few laughs. 

Luigi tensed his lips and poked Mario’s side in retaliation. 

“WAHA!” Mario guffawed, slapping Luigi’s hand as he continued to drive the van. “Don’t be trying to turn the tables, signore. I’m too ler for you to handle.” Mario joked. 

Luigi groaned and covered his eyes. “That’s…No.” Luigi complained. 

“You see? I’m ler-ning how to properly tease you.” Mario joked next. 

“Shut up.” Luigi complained with an embarrassed smile, covering his face. 

“What? I’m just taking advantage of a good ler-pportunity.” Mario teased. 

Luigi turned the music on blast. “Sorry, WHAT?” Luigi yelled with a smirk. “I CAN’T HEAR YOU OVER THE SOUND OF GREEN DAY!” Luigi yelled before screaming the lyrics to ‘American Idiot’ as they drove down the main roads of Brooklyn.