a/n: thank you so much for the request! i’m so glad this game has gotten me out of my two-year hiatus TvT these prompts are from my prompt list. but feel free to send me any original ideas you may have!
prompts: “i’m serious!”/ “…you’re smiling.” • “how much did you drink?” • “i’m not that drunk!”
*cross-posted on ao3
“We’re closed.”
Eddie’s gruff voice called out, not even bothering to look up from the glasses he was polishing. He expected the wayward patron to leave, the familiar squeak of the door signaling their departure. What he didn’t expect was to hear a voice, one he’s grown to know as Beverly.
“I know, I know. But it’s… important?”
This garnered Eddie’s attention, as his eyes located the personified mini bar, he noticed another being. Slumped against Beverly, with all the poise of a fawn learning how to walk, was you. Immediately, a sense of both irritation and protectiveness washed over Eddie. He moved from behind the bar, making his way over. “What did you do?” He asked, his expression dark and stoic but his voice giving away his concern. Beverly shrunk slightly under Eddie’s fierce gaze, laughing nervously,
“Well.. they offered to help me test out some new drinks, right? So, we started with mocktails and gradually made our way to cocktails and it.. just… kept.. going?”
Eddie just stared and Beverly continued her spiel.
“I did eventually cut them off, obviously. But we were having so much fun and they were complimenting my drink making. And you know business has been slow and they’re literally my only customer–”
“Yeah, yeah. I got it.”
Pinching the bridge of his nose, Eddie took a deep breath. “You couldn’t take them to Betty? Having them sleep it off is a better idea than taking them to another bar.” He stated. “They specifically asked for you and Volt. And I know you know how stubborn drunk people are.” Beverly explained, hoisting you up a little. While Eddie’s expression remained neutral, the subtle heat of his face flushing wasn’t lost on him. “Right. I guess we can–”
“Is that our live wire, I see?”
“Volt!”
For the first time since entering the Breaker Box, you spoke. Arms extending out as Volt approached, nearly face planting if it weren’t for him catching and holding you steady. As happy as he was to see you, Volt was perplexed by your drunken state. Normally, you never have more than two drinks with them so this was new. Volt looks at Eddie, a silent question in his expression. “Beverly had them test out several new drinks, many of which were alcoholic. Clearly.” Eddie stated, his sharp gaze never leaving Beverly. Another nervous chuckle escaped the minibar, “Haha, well I guess I better go. Bye!” And just like that she was gone.
Volt chuckled to himself, not taking this nearly as seriously as Eddie was. You could feel his laugh reverberate in chest, making you nuzzle into him more. Eddie just took in your state, as if contemplating on what to do next. “How much did you have to drink, hm?” Volt inquired, leaning his head down slightly to look you in the eye. You shrugged, meeting his gaze, “I dunno, like five? Six-ish?” You answered, your voice slurred. “They’re still coherent, that’s good.” Eddie commented, moving back to the bar to get, what you assumed is, water. Your bottom lip jutted out a bit and eyebrows furrowed, as Volt gently guided you to a booth.
“Don’t talk like ‘m not here.”
“Sorry.”
Once you sat down, Volt slid in the booth next to you, taking the glass of water Eddie handed to him and slid it in front of you. “Don’t take it personally, live wire. That’s Eddie’s way of showing he’s worried.” He explained. “I’m not worried. You had a few drinks, I don’t care. I’m more concerned about you drinking yourself into a state like this.” Eddie rebutted, deciding to stand rather than sit, subconsciously cracking his knuckles as he spoke. “What? ‘m not even that drunk!” You exclaimed, your voice way too loud considering the three of you were in close proximity to each other. “Right. Like you weren’t barely standing when Beverly brought you here. And damn near fell when Volt came over. Totally sober.” Eddie remarked, a sarcastic lit to his voice. Your brows furrowed once more as you looked off to the side, “You’re mean.” You comment, resting an elbow on the table along with your head in your hand.
Eddie scoffed in disbelief, looking to Volt for back up. “You are being a bit harsh, Eddie.” Volt added, a small smile still on his lips, clearly enjoying whatever this is. Eddie starts to speak before cutting himself off and sighing. He squats down on your side of the booth, a gentle hand taking residence on your knee. “Look. I don’t mean to be mean, I just– what if Beverly didn’t decide to escort you here? What if you decided to head here on your own? And you tripped on the stairs or something, breaking Skylar in the process. You could hurt yourself or worse and at the end of the day we’re still just objects. You would’ve been on your own.” Eddie stated, taking a breath. You hadn’t thought of that, though your thoughts were a bit scrambled in general at the moment. But, nevertheless, Eddie’s words resonated with you.
“You’re right, ‘m sorry for making you worry..”
“I’m not– it’s fine.”
Standing back up, Eddie gestures for you to scoot over and you oblige. Now sandwiched between the two, Volt slides the forgotten glass of water in front of you. “You should drink some, just to sober up a bit, yeah?” He suggests. You start to whine but Eddie isn’t having it, “Drink the water, it’s non-negotiable” He states, tapping the side of the glass. You huff and drink a tiny sip, drinking some more when Eddie gives you a look. “How are you feeling overall?” Volt hums, his arm draping over your shoulder and rubbing your arm a bit. “Tired, nauseous–” You start. “Don’t throw up.” Eddied interjected. “I wasn’t planning on it?” You reply, rolling your eyes.
Volt laughs at the banter, “That’s our live wire. You’re definitely feeling better if you’re giving Eddie an attitude” He comments. You sigh, leaning against Eddie, your eyes fluttering close. “Wouldn’t you be more comfortable in your bed?” He asks, seemingly opposed but shifting to make you more comfortable. You say nothing, shaking your head as a response, turning to nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck. “You smell good.” You hum sleepily, inhaling his scent deeply. Sober you would be absolutely mortified by your drunk actions but that was a tomorrow problem. Volt snickered, coughing into his hand in a poor attempt to disguise it. He busied his hands, taking hold of your legs and lifting them up into his lap, stroking your calf gently as your breathing begins to even out.
Eventually, the pair felt your body relax completely, a clear indicator that you were asleep. “Should we take them to Betty?” Eddie asked quietly as his hand hesitantly came to stroke your side. “What? You don’t want to be their bed for the night?” Volt teased, smiling widely as a blush bloomed across Eddie’s face. “No. Skylar’s eventually gonna run outta charge and we have no idea of knowing when.” He stated, looking off to the side. “That’s true.. But do you really think they’re going to let us move them? They look mighty comfortable snuggled up next to you.” Volt chuckles, vaguely gesturing at your sleeping form. You were completely pressed against Eddie, face in his neck, one arm loosely wrapped around his waist, while your legs were resting on Volt’s lap. Eddie closed his eyes, huffing in response, he knew Volt was right.
“I didn’t finish closing.”
“Hm.”
“All that prep work is gonna be a bitch tomorrow.”
“Right.”
“But…”
“But?”
“I guess I don’t mind.. staying here… like.. this.”
This time Volt didn’t tease, just hummed slightly, acknowledging Eddie’s words. And so they sat, the two of them with you sandwiched in between them. “You know.. if this is the only way to get you to slow down and take a break, maybe our live wire should get drunk more often.” Volt commented, smirking slightly when Eddie groaned. “God no. They better not make this a habit, you’re both already enough to deal with sober. We don’t need to add alcohol in the mix.” He muttered. There was a brief silence before Volt spoke again. “You really care about them, hm?” Volt asked softly, knowing that being vulnerable wasn’t Eddie’s strong suit. Eddie stayed silent for a moment. “I mean, yeah. Don’t you?” He replied, the question rhetorical.
“Of course, I just didn’t know about all your worries, have you always felt like that?” Volt continued, his eyes somber. “Not always but recently.. I don’t know. I guess you can say they’ve grown on me. And it doesn't help that this house is so big and that they're so clumsy. Anything can happen and we’d be none the wiser.” Eddie explained, his eyes downcast as he continued to rub your side gently. He sighed deeply, looking as though admitting his worries took years off his lifespan. “I really didn’t mean to be so.. y’know? They can just be so careless sometimes and it’s concerning. But I could’ve chosen my words better.” He admits. Volt nods, “You’ve never been too good with people. But you’re good with them, you apologize and explain your reasoning. I think they understand and don’t hold it against you.” Volt replies, reaching over to pat Eddie’s shoulder.
A beep emanated from your glasses, disrupting the peaceful atmosphere, most likely indicating a low charge.
“I guess that’s our cue.” Eddie muttered, his grip on your shirt tightening slightly. “Do you want to take them or should I?” Volt asked, knowing that at least one of them should stay behind, just to keep an eye on the Breaker Box. Eddie lifted you off of him slightly, pausing as you mumbled something incoherent, before looking to Volt. “You can take them. I’ll stay here.” He answers. Volt gives him a look, almost as if to say, “Are you sure?” But Eddie waves him off. Volt gently moves your legs off him, moving to stand and swiftly takes you into his arms. Immediately, you're nuzzling into his neck next, as if your body craves that closeness. “I had no idea our live wire was so cuddly.” He comments, his head dipping down to kiss your forehead. Eddie says nothing as he stands as well, moving towards you and planting a chaste kiss on your cheek. Already feeling Volt’s stare and hundred watt smile, Eddie groans.
“Don’t say shit.”
“I didn’t say anything.”
“But you want to.”
“Nope, I’m so serious about this.”
“...you’re smiling.”
And it was true, Volt was smiling, glad to know both of them have mutual feelings toward you. “I’ll be back.” He says, making his way to the entrance. Eddie nods silently watching the two of you leave. God, you were going to be the end of him.
The next morning, you woke up with the worst cotton mouth you’ve ever experienced to date. And the pounding in your head made it no better. You were for sure saying no to Beverly next time she offered bottomless taste testing. You turn over, placing your pillow over your face, in a poor attempt to block out the sun. You could just close Curt and Rod but if you got up, you were afraid the vertigo would hit you hard. Eventually, you removed the pillow, only to notice something on your nightstand. A glass of water, a small cup with three pills in it, and a note. Undoubtedly from Eddie and Volt, just from the tone alone.
picture this; you're scrolling through your phone and stumble upon kintsugi, a japanese method of repairing broken pottery with gold. you decide 'fuck it, i've got spare time and money' so you get the stuff you need for it.
you have everything, all you need is a dish.
so you go to your kitchen, where daisuke is going through inventory as per usual. you grab a pretty plain looking plate, and at first daisuke thinks you're about to eat, but you suddenly smash the dish against the ground.
he's fucking mortified, infuriated, ready to strangle you, but you're quick to grab the shattered pieces and run off to lock yourself in your office.
at first, he refuses to talk to you. daisuke has spent practically his entire life guarding those dishes; of course he's going to be mad! and the fact that you ran off with the pieces doing god knows what? it has his blood boiling.
though, as a couple days go by, he hears from lyric about a project you've been working on. usually, he'd be mad, but he can't help but feel a little concerned when he hears that you've barely left your room. of course, he's still angry at you.
a while passes, and once more, he's going through inventory. you're in the dining room, sipping on coffee and trying not to pass out (with abel keeping you from faceplanting directly into the table).
daisuke takes notice of a rather familiar plate. it's the same one you shattered, but it's put back together, its cracks line with shimmering gold. a note is plastered onto it, saying 'sorry' with a little heart next to it. at this point, he might just cry.
as you get up after finishing your coffee, daisuke calls you over. as soon as you're within reach, he pulls you close, letting out a soft sigh. it's been a while since he held you like this. he missed it, honestly.
"at least ask me next time you want to try a new art form with the dishes..."
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I KNOW I KNOW THIS WAS POORLY WRITTEN BUT IT CAME TO ME SUDDENLY AND I JUST HAD TOOOOOO
kintsugi also takes like, 2 to 3 months according to google, so if anyone wants to make a little more detailed ver., just keep that in mind.
SYNOPSIS: Kevin, Hank 4, is balls deep and still finding time to send pics to the group chat
TAGS: FEM/AFAB! Reader, Crack/Smut, Hank 4-focused, Whiny!Hank 4, Name Kink, Photo/Video During Sex, Slightly Sloppy Writing, Group Chat Shenanigans
AO3: yasminwayne Ko-Fi: buy me a coffee!
daddy-o: can we get some ambient lighting too? soft focus?
twohanky 👻: WHO GAVE YOU DIRECTORIAL VISION???
twohanky 👻: GET OUT
"Say the word," Hank 4, Kevin, breathed, lips dragging messily along your jaw. "And I’ll be on my knees so fast I’ll leave skid marks on the wood, baby."
He bit his lip as he pulled back just enough to meet your eyes, a wild, adoring grin tugging at his mouth. Too much teeth, too much mischief, too much everything. His pupils were blown wide, cheeks flushed, hair clinging to his forehead like he’d already run a marathon just kissing you.
And he had the nerve to still look so happy about it. Like ruining himself for you was his favorite sport.
You didn’t answer, not verbally. Just grabbed the hem of his stupid little crop top and yanked him closer by the collar. That was all he needed.
"Ohhh, you’re mean," Kevin whined, half-laughing, voice going thick like molasses. "Lookin’ at me like that? Giving me those eyes?"
His hips found yours automatically, slotting into the space between your thighs like they’d been molded to fit. He moved instinctively, pressing closer, rolling his hips just enough to make you gasp.
"I’m just a dude, babe," he rambled, hands skating under your shirt, fingers greedy but still gentle. "Like. A guy. With a dumb brain and worse self-control and a major, major situation happening in his pants right now."
You started to laugh, but it turned into a squeak when he lifted you clean off the floor like it was nothing, setting you down on the edge of the kitchen counter with a little bounce that had heat curling through your gut. His palms skimmed over your thighs, fingers pressing in like he wanted to memorize the shape of you, sliding up your sides like he couldn’t decide where to land.
His eyes roamed slow, shameless over the soft lines of your chest, the flush on your cheeks, the way your breath caught under his touch.
"Oh, fuck," Kevin muttered, absolutely stunned. "You’re unreal. Like… I think I just forgot my name."
"It’s Kevin, babe."
"Yeah," he exhaled, grinning wide as he leaned in close again, lips brushing the corner of your mouth. "That sounds right. Sounds so right comin’ outta your mouth."
He crashed forward again, kissing you open-mouthed, licking at your tongue and nipping at your bottom lip like he was trying to eat you alive.
"Mmpgh. Say it again," he groaned against your lips. "My name. Please."
You tilted your head, teasing, eyes half-lidded. "Kevin."
His whole body shivered. Like the word itself knocked the wind out of him.
"Fuck, that’s hot," he muttered, pulling back. "You could say literally anything and it would be hot."
You laughed, breathless, and leaned back just a bit, letting your legs slide further apart as your fingers curled into the hem of his crop top. "Anything?"
"Anything," he repeated, eyes locked on your mouth like it held scripture.
One of his hands moved to grip your thigh, tight enough to bruise. The other slipped under your shirt at last, broad palm skimming hot over your stomach before sliding up, greedy, trembling just slightly with how badly he wanted you.
When he cupped your chest, squeezing through the fabric of your bra, a low groan rumbled out of him like it had been sitting in his chest all day.
"Love you," he grinned, almost delirious, eyes blown wide. "Love how soft you are—how squishy. You make the best noises, babe."
His thumbs dragged slowly over your nipples, teasing through the fabric, and your breath hitched. His eyes flicked up to yours, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he tore your shirt up and over your head in one swift motion. The shirt fell away, leaving you bare from the waist up, save for the flimsy scrap of lace and cotton that barely covered your breasts.
"Off," he whined, voice low and thick. "Please, can I take this off? I wanna see."
You nodded, and his hands were immediately on you. In one swift move, your bra snapped apart in his hands like paper, tossed somewhere over his shoulder.
"So fucking gnarly," Hank whispered, dragging his eyes over you like he was trying to memorize every inch. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, and you caught the flicker of something wild behind his grin. "You’re so hot, it’s actually not fair, bro!"
He dipped down without another word, mouth warm and eager as it captured one hardened peak in his mouth, sucking hard as his tongue swirled around the sensitive bud.
His other hand palmed your other breast, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh as he laved attention on its twin.
He bit down, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make you gasp.
"Homie, you taste so fucking good," he mumbled against your skin, nipping and sucking a trail up to your collarbone before latching onto it and sucking a dark mark into your flesh.
His hips ground down against yours again, the thick line of his cock sliding against your core through the fabric of his boxers.
He was already so hard, so desperate for you.
One hand slid down your stomach, fingers dipping teasingly beneath the waistband of your bottoms before he gripped the fabric and ripped them down your legs, leaving you bare and exposed to his hungry gaze.
"Kev," you gasped, arching into him as his mouth trailed lower, lips dragging hot and open along your stomach, your hips, the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. He sucked a dark bruise into the softest spot, groaning like he was tasting ambrosia.
You shivered, hand threading into his messy curls, just about ready to beg—when suddenly, he froze.
"Oh my god, bro. Wait—wait, wait," he choked out, eyes blown wide as he jolted upright, one hand frantically patting down his pocket like he’d forgotten something crucial.
"Kev—what—"
"Gimme a sec," he laughed, face flushed and wild with affection. "Gotta send the boys a lil gift!"
Your eyes widened. "Kevin—"
Too late. His phone was already out, camera open, tilted at just the right angle to catch your flushed face, your legs bracketing his hips.
"You just look so pretty like this," he said, utterly smitten. "Gotta let ’em know what they’re missin’. Bet they wish they were me right now, brah."
Your cheeks were flushed a pretty red as he pointed the camera at you, lips parted, and chest heaving as you lay bare and wanting beneath him on the kitchen counter. The cool marble sent a shiver down your spine, nipples pebbled and aching for his touch.
Deciding to play along, you arched your back slightly, pushing your breasts up towards him in offering as you spread your thighs a little wider, baring the glistening of your cunt to his hungry gaze.
"Say cheese!"
He grinned and pointed the camera down at the both of you. The flash went off, throwing harsh shadows over the mess of limbs, skin, fabric, and flushed grins. Every dip of your waist, every ridge of his muscles, caught in that split second.
🐻 kevinbear: [SENT AN IMAGE]
🦴 hanksz: bro. you can’t just drop that in here raw
twohanky 👻 : HOLY fUCNJSDJDNJD
I DROPPED MY LAPTOP. IT HIT MY FOOT.
SKADOKSJDKKJ??? WOGSJJ?!?
🧼#3: DAWG I’M IN A LECTURE.
WITH A GUEST SURGEON.
YOU SENT ME NUDES WHILE A MAN IS HOLDING A HUMAN HEART.
daddy-o: saved. thanks king 🙏
Hank 4 was still laughing at the chaos in the group chat when your hands slipped beneath the hem of his crop top.
He gasped, eyes wide for a split second before that familiar toothy grin took over. "Okay, wow. Greedy much, baby?" he teased, voice breathless, half-laughing but already leaning in.
The phone slipped from his hand and clattered to the counter, completely forgotten. Then he was on you. All wet kisses and panting breath, laughter stuttering between hungry mouths.
You tugged at the waistband of his boxers, fingers fumbling with the elastic, and he swore softly, hips bucking forward like his body had already made the decision for him.
"Babe," he gasped, breathing hot and shaky against your mouth as he fought with his own clothes. "Gimme—fuck—just two seconds. I’m trying to get undressed and not literally pass out at the same time."
You laughed into his neck, biting lightly, and he made a noise. It was somewhere between a whimper and a bark of a laugh, as he finally got the boxers halfway down.
He grunted as he kicked off his boxers, sending them flying across the kitchen with a careless flick of his ankle. His cock sprang free, long and hard and already leaking at the tip, the thick shaft flush against his belly.
He nipped at your pulse point, soothing the sting with a swipe of his tongue before his hips against yours, the thick line of his cock sliding against your slick folds.
With his hips propping up your legs, all you had to do was grind back down on him to get some friction. It stole the breath out of his chest, splotchy red hues burning up on his cheeks.
Kevin gripped your hips bruisingly tight, fingers sinking into the supple flesh as he notched the swollen head of his cock against your dripping entrance. With one brutal thrust, he slammed forward, burying himself to the hilt inside your tight, clutching heat. His thick cock pulses and twitches as your velvet walls clench down around him, gripping him like a silken vice.
"Fuuuck," He groaned, eyes rolled back in ecstasy as he pistoned his hips forward, driving into you. "That's it, take it, baby."
His hips begin to move on their own accord, drawn to the slick, scorching heat of your core. He starts to thrust, his movements at first jerky and off-balance, but quickly gaining rhythm. His large hands roam the curves of your body greedily, squeezing and kneading your soft flesh as if he can't get enough of touching you.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck...!" you moaned, nails raking down his back as you clung to him desperately.
Without even pausing, he grinned and grabbed his phone again. Sweat dripped down his chest, his skin flushed and tingling with the heat of his all-consuming lust.
He zooms in, filling the screen with your face, immortalizing your ecstatic cries and the way you whine as he rails you against the countertop. The lewd, wet sounds of your fucking echo obscenely from the phone's microphone, mingling with your shameless screams and his laughter.
"Look sooo good... taking my dick... like you were made for it, babe," He grins, sweat dripping down his tensed muscles as he hooks your leg over his shoulder, the new angle allowing him to slam his thick cock deeper into your cunt. His swollen balls slap against your ass with each brutal thrust, drawing even more desperate, keening cries from your lips.
Kevin snapped a few more pics, the camera flashing rapidly as he zoomed in and out, trying to get just the right angle of you splayed out on the kitchen counter.
🐻 kevinbear: [SENT A PHOTO]
🦴 hanksz: YO. YO. YO
🧼 #3: I’M IN SCRUBS. I HAVE AN EXAM IN FORTY. SEVEN. MINUTES. IF I FAIL NEUROANATOMY AGAIN I DIE IRL
daddy-o: lol. hot... send more? slower pan.
daddy-o: zoom in on the hands maybe?
daddy-o: can we get some ambient lighting too? soft focus?
twohanky 👻: WHO GAVE YOU DIRECTORIAL VISION???
twohanky 👻: GET OUT
🧼 #3: I’M PRINTING THIS CHAT AND HANDING IT TO MY PROFESSOR SO HE KNOWS WHY I FAILED.
Kevin’s phone buzzed and lit up with incoming messages. He glanced at it quickly, a wicked grin spreading across his face at the chaos unfolding in the group chat.
"Five wants a video, babe," Hank 4 panted, breath warm against your cheek. He leans over to grab a half-empty protein powder tin, using it as a makeshift stand for his phone. With deft movements, he zooms in close enough to see the way your folds stretch obscenely around his cock.
"There, that's a good angle," he grins, giving a few test thrusts as he checks the frame. "This okay, homie?"
"More than okay," you pant, feeling the tremble of his muscles under your hands, the way his arms flexed slightly to keep you grounded.
With your permission, he drew back slowly, until just the tip remained inside you, before slamming forward again. You let out a keening cry as he rolled his hips in a slow, deliberate circle, grinding his pelvis against yours to stimulate your clit with each thrust.
"Ahn… You gonna draw this out?" you giggled, dizzy with pleasure.
"Would you rather I just destroyed you and got it over with?" he purred, voice low and rough with lust. "Or would you prefer I take my time and make this last...all...night...long?"
He punctuated each word with a sharp, deep thrust. One hand released your wrists to slide down your side, fingers splaying across your lower belly. You could feel the thick line of his cock throbbing and pulsing inside you as he ground against your g-spot.
"Oh shit—they’re video calling the group chat, babe."
You giggled, settling closer. "Looks like we’ve got a live demo to put on."
"Nah," Kevin said, voice low and warm. His grin turned softer, a little more real. "They already got their video. Kinda wanna focus on you now."
The call connected a whole two hours later.
Kevin’s camera opened first, he was sprawled on the couch, a half-finished bag of chips resting on his chest. You were fast asleep on his shoulder, cheek smushed comfortably against his hoodie, dead to the world.
🧼 #3 joined the call
"Ayoooo," he drawled, munching loudly. "What’s good, brah?"
"NO," Hank 3 shrieked instantly, his camera vibrating from how hard he was shaking his phone. "YOU DID NOT. YOU DID NOT JUST ANSWER ALL SMILEY AFTER WHAT YOU DID."
Kevin blinked, chip halfway to his mouth. "Me? What’d I do?"
"YOU—YOU DIDN’T ANSWER THE CALL."
"Ohhhhhh," Kevin said, smile widening into something bright and smug. "You were tryna tune in?"
"YES, I WAS TRYNA TUNE IN," Hank 3 snapped.
twohanky 👻 and 🦴 hanksz joined the call
"I—" Hank 2’s voice cracked as his face appeared on-screen, pink and flustered.
"I waited, Kev. I had my headphones in. And you just—" he trailed off, voice going wobbly. "You left me on delivered, brah."
Kevin tilted his head, clearly trying not to laugh. "Aww. Sorry, brah."
Hank 1 gave a sad shake of his head, "Not cool, dawg. Not cool."
daddy-o joined the call
Hank 5 popped into frame, sitting in his car. His sunglasses were pushed up into his hair, and he smiled the moment he saw you asleep on Kevin’s shoulder.
"Aw," he murmured, voice low and warm. "She looks so peaceful."
He glanced at Kevin, smile turning boyish. "Did you send the video yet?"
"Gonna," Kevin replied, shifting just enough to rub your back as you stirred slightly.
"She was so loud, too," he added, grinning. "It was gnarly. You guys would’ve loved it."
"I KNOW," Hank 3 wailed somewhere off-screen
a/n: yeah this is kinda bad eheh but i thought i'd share it w u guys! inspired by a j.ai bot i talked to the other day
Date everything with an mc who talks to themselves while they pace around the house.
By the time you get the dateviators, the objects basically know everything about you. They’ve heard your angry rants about something stupid someone you know said, your family drama, likes and dislikes, passions and hobbies.
When they relay these facts to you in passing conversation, your face flushes in embarrassment before they chuckle and assure you it only makes them feel closer to you.
You’ve started wearing more since using a dateviators and the objects are vary confused about their feelings
Inspired by a post from @pustak31
•the objects were so happy when you got Skylar, finally they could talk to the person they’d been admittedly staring at for a while now.
•but could you blame them when all you ever wore was your shirt and underwear around the house?
•the first time you walked into the kitchen like that? Friar Errol nearly passed out, and Cabrizzio forgot to speak English for the next hour.
•heck sometimes you went without a shirt too, it’s your house, who’s gonna stop you?
• certainly not Tony, who got a front row seat as you fixed your air conditioner in the summer. Despite is flirtatious attitude, that day? He just fully froze, beet red and looked away as much as he could.
•Hector, poor thing, he passed out the minute you opened the door.
•Celia was up to her arms in issues from objects bumping into on another, or break things in their panic and fluster.
There was a meeting held in the living while you took a bath, that way they would know you would fluster anyone while they talked. “Honestly everyone, it’s just clothes.” Celia said, she promptly ignored Cam’s shouts of “Or lack of!” as she continued on “We all need to get over it and get back to normal.” Then the door to the bathroom opened up and they stared in shock as your walked down the stairs donning…nothing.
Celia breathed deep and closed her eyes. They were all doomed.
• when you first put on Skylar you were pretty shocked to find out about all the objects in your house and how they watched over you.
• then you had a moment to yourself and realized that maybe you had been way to comfortable looking back on it.
•the change in your wardrobe wasn’t very subtle. From that day on you would ware shorts and a shirt at the very least.
•Heck you even dressed up a bit every now and then, the red shirt your almost never was at least getting some use.
•As grateful as the objects were for you considering their comfort.
•Yeah no, they missed it so much.
•they would never want you to feel uncomfortable, but you were really hot and they never really minded seeing you not dressed up.
•Tony, Curt and Rod started pleading with Hector to crank up the heat. Which he almost did but he stayed strong in your honor.
•everyone envies the bathroom objects. Bathsheba holds it over their heads like a trophy. Amir goes on and on about your beauty.
•Betty is about to beg you to go back to sleeping partially nude, she misses being able to feel you skin against the covers. It brought her a lot of comfort and helped her sleep better.
•Celia had to hold another meeting because of fighting.
This time the meeting is held in your bedroom, you took clothes in with you so they aren’t worried about you walking in anytime soon. Everyone is up in arms about who gets to see you and in what, Volt is holding back Eddie from strangling Amir who was talking about your time posing in the mirror after a bath. Meanwhile Bathsheba was being protected by Dunk from a very frustrated Harper and Dirk, although he looked like he was on the verge of tossing her himself shockingly.
Celia finally raised her voice to get their attention, this meeting was going nowhere without some guidance. “Enough everyone! We all are very stress right now, but there is no reason to fight.”
“Easy for you to say!” Johnny shouts from the back. “You get a front row seat no matter where they go!” Celia couldn’t argue with that, she was everywhere. Gaia then spoke up “You don’t either Johnny! YOUR their shower!”
“In the downstairs bathroom, they hardly ever use me!” Johnny practically cries.
Celia tries to calm everyone down again “Be that as it may, us fighting isn’t going to help anyone. We have to find a solution that everyone agrees with.”
Florence then speaks up for the first time since the meeting began, “Couldn’t we just, ask them to go back?” Everyone paused and looks at her as she keeps speaking, a little more nervous “I-I mean, if they’re uncomfortable with it then find no harm done, but if they’re doing it so we’ll feel more comfortable then… maybe we just say we’re okay with it?”
Nobody is sure if it’s the best solution, but it’s the one that has the most agreement for it. Celia claps her hands and breaths a sigh of relief, “Then it’s settled, when the human puts on Skylar next we’ll have a discussion with them about the matter.” As she’s about to close the meeting the bathroom door opens.
And it seems you forgot to bring a towel in with you. Nobody says a thing as you walk to the closet in your birthday suit to grab one. But the tension that was in the room before almost seems to both relax and intensify at the same time.
dateables with a homeowner that uses their objects intimately without meaning to?? LMAO pre-meeting them/suggestive (second route au, but can be separate)
With Dorian, there’s many scenarios where your hands are full/carrying stuff. You can’t really close any doors without struggling. So, when you started to use your hips to shut them, Dorian lets out a soft grunt, light pink dusting his cheeks. He understands the struggle… but it doesn’t leave him any less flustered— feeling your hips collide against him.
Same thing can be applied to Washford and Cabrizzo. For Washford, it’s when you empty out the wet clothes and throwing them into Drysale— absentmindedly hitting your hips/waist/leg against his opening. And since it needs to lock in place, you press against him just hard enough to hear a click. In this position, your skin is unintentionally pressing against his chest. He hums. It would be quite easy for him to reach and guide you in a much different position. It sends his mind racing, that’s for sure.
Cabrizzio, on the other hand, gets the full body experience. Literally LMAO. If you’re crouching down to rummage through pots, you use your shoulder/back/ass to shut the cabinet. Wanting to close a drawer cabinet while occupied? You’ll use your hip, turn to the side, or lift a leg. It’s amusing to him how you’ll use any body part except your hands to do the job. He admires your dexterity (and the warmth you give/take every time you push against him).
On days where you use free will, you sit on top of counters and tables for shits and giggles.
Cabrizzio worries a bit when this happens. He isn’t exactly built to carry humans like couches and chairs. As he feels you shift on top of him though, it feels as if you trust him enough to keep lifted. Cabrizzo supposes this is why he has a six pack— to carry cute homeowners like you.
Abel straight up sweats, hoping you won’t hurt yourself! Gosh. He’s a table, not a gosh-darn chair. Despite the obvious issue, your weight on him actually feels comforting. And while he understands gliding your fingers across him helps you think, he’d rather you… not. It just sends a shiver down his spine!
For smaller items, they would think you can’t possible fluster them, yet you managed to prove them wrong.
Tony feels goosebumps cover his arms as you mouth a screwdriver, tinkering the breaker box. Since the og!homeowner left the house in a disarray, you’ve been keeping up with maintenance to not let that situation repeat again. As a result, the tool box is glued to your side. Tony acts like your lips don’t faze him— only to stutter out a groan as you suddenly bite down on the screwdriver. (You were getting frustrated.) Fucking hell. Tony shudders, the sharpness of your teeth nibbling his neck. You’re going to kill him at this point.
Penolope squealed the first time you dragged a pen to your lips. You were taking notes from the computer. The more engrossed you became, the more you fidgeted. Deeply concentrating, you brought the pen to your lips. Not biting down, but dragging it back and forth against your lips. Nowadays, she can usually tell when you’re going to repeat this unique quirk again, but that does not mean she’s any less affected. Though… after a while, the sensation is rather… addictive… to say the least.
Chance is in the same boat as Penolope. Except you’re more prone to tossing him back and forth between your hands. On the days that doesn’t happen however… the man would practically burst into flames. You’d draw circles across his sides at an excruciating slow pace. Back and forth. Switch to a different side. Repeat. By the you shut off the computer and exit the workroom for the day, Chance is left to compose himself at how bothered he is. You’re such a tease.
Lyric has a situation only unique to him. He notices you enjoy reading, indulging in a magazine for gossip or a good book to daydream about. Sometimes you’d fall asleep while reading. But the weirdest part? You’d purposefully cover your face with the book so light won’t peak through. In this position you’re practically almost kissing him! And you don’t even know it?! He can feel himself shaking, feeling you breathe and the proximity of your lips. He— he should use this as inspiration for his story. Yes. Totally not because he wants to relive this scene over and over again.
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