He could almost feel ashamed at how easily the hand gently trailing over his shoulders weakened him, how the tensely coiled muscles buried within started to relax against his wishes. His own body was betraying him and he couldn’t even blame it. It had been so long since he had any physical contact other than the occasional moment of bumping into a stranger.
His body was starving.
Part of him just wanted to get up and leave, act like none of this had ever happened, like the simple touch of a friend never made him melt, never made him want.
But fate is never that kind.
The arm continued its journey across his shoulders and over, reaching across his chest to pull him back into the body behind him in a sort of one armed hug.
Warmth. Warmth everywhere, enough to make him shiver. Flooding through his veins like a drug, fighting off the last of his resistance, if there even was any left at this point. His heart was already beating in overtime and his throat became dryer than the Sahara at the feeling of his friend leaning in, so close he could feel their light breath against the side of his neck. His skin felt like it must be as red and hot as lava at this point. It took what little shreds of control he had left to not turn into them, moving in their grasp until they were face to face, then pressing himself even closer until they were-
“Hey toonz” He wanted to melt at the voice, how low and deep it was, nearly whispered into his ear like a secret. “What’s got you all hot and bothered?”
notes: slightly rushed because I really wanted to post something. ao3 here
Luke had an attraction to tattoos. It was something about the way it seemed to bring peoples skin to life, the swirls and patterns marked into their skin giving a glimpse into the heart of the person they were a part of. Whether they were well planned out or just a spur of the moment thing, they were like an open window into a part of their life. There was an intoxicating beauty to art that someone found worthy to permanently add to their body.
So of course when Jon asked if he’d go with him to the tattoo convention that was coming to town he had immediately agreed. He had gone with Jon a few of the times he’d gotten pieces done by artists in the city, and all those tattoos had turned out nicely, but he was excited to see the new piece he was getting done by an incredibly talented artist who was coming from out of state.
When Jon had showed him examples of the guys work he was so impressed he was almost tempted to book an appointment with the guy himself despite the fact that he had no idea what he would even get (that was one of the main reasons he hadn’t gotten a tattoo yet himself).
So when the day of the expo came he wasn’t sure why he was feeling so jittery. He had been fine all morning, but once they had gotten inside of the event hall something just seemed off, like an extremely strong case of dejavu, but he couldn’t place when he’d felt anything like this before.
Determined to enjoy the event he brushed it off as just being a little freaked out by one of the booths they passed that was full of taxidermy animals. He swore he could feel the one ducks fake eyes following him as he walked by.
That didn’t stop him from trying to convince Jon to buy it though. His loud laugh at that drawing attention before he rejected the idea, earning a glare from the booth attendant as he dissed the ‘ugly ass stuffed abominations in front of her potential customers. Luke hustled them both away as she looked just about ready to leave her booth to try and kick them out of the expo.
He ended up following slightly behind Jon as they walked around so that he could look at the rainbow of people as they walked past with coloured hair and skin. Nearly everyone here had at least one visible tattoo, and more than half were simply covered in ink. He was so busy admiring one woman’s water-coloured sleeve of flowers he walked straight into Jon’s back, not noticing he had stopped.
Jon though was too excited to give him shit for running into him, he’s practically jumping up and down at that point as he grabs him by the elbow, dragging him towards one of the booths on their right. The sign its got hanging up rather plain compared to some of the more eccentric signs on the other nearby booths.
Realizing he still wasn’t paying attention to the right thing, Jon starts tugging at his elbow again to bring his focus to the example books spread across the booths front table. He frowned when he saw the symbol on the cover of the book Jon picked up to start flipping through, the feeling of dejavu becoming almost over whelming.
“Can I help you guys?” So focused on the book both him and Jon are startled by the sudden appearance of one of the booth workers, Jon making an awkward noise as the book nearly slips out of his hand. About to apologize for him Luke puts on an apologetic smile as he faces the guy before all the words he was about to say die in his throat as he meets a familiar pair of hazel eyes.
“Oh yeah! Sorry, I’ve got an appointment with, um, Ohmwrecker in like 15 minutes.” Jon says, not noticing the staring contest going on beside him as he sets the book back onto the safety of the table before extending a hand to the guy. “I’m Jon by the way.”
Luke is finally able to take a breath as the guy finally breaks their eye contact, turning his sharp focus into a warm smile as he turns to shake Jon’s hand. “Nice to meet you Jon, I’m Ohm but you can call me Ryan.” He says as his eyes cut back to Luke, something almost feral in his gaze. “All my friends do. Its actually good that you’re here early, my last client finished early so we can actually start now if you want?” Receiving an excited nod from Jon, Ryan gestured for them to follow him into the booth.
Following along reluctantly Luke watched the all too familiar walk of Ryan as he led them to his station, receiving a smirk as Ryan noticed him watching. That feeling of dejavu was now long gone, morphed into actual (if slightly fuzzy) memories.
Luke grabbed one of the folding chairs leaning against the side of the booth and set it up next to what looked like a massage table that he assumed Jon was going to be tattooed on. He was happy to be third wheeled as they discussed the design and its placement, it gave him a chance to get over his shock, to focus on composing himself and also actually look at Ryan since it had been so long.
Objectively speaking, Ryan looked good, really good even. It seemed like he’d been going to the gym, and he had grown his facial hair out a bit since he’d last seen him, but other than that he looked like the same guy from all those months ago with the hypnotizing eyes and playful smile that had first drawn him in.
Luke snapped back to attention as those eyes moved back to him, catching the last of their conversation.
“-fill this out while I set up, then you and your boyfriend can get comfortable before I start.”
At that both Luke and Jon both looked at each other before bursting out laughing.
“Oh hell no! I love this guy, but were just friends!” Jon said as he signed the forms and got up onto the table, rolling his pant leg up in preparation, shaking his head at the absurdity of the idea of them together.
Still focused on Ryan, Luke noticed how he seemed to perk up a bit at that, smile widening almost imperceptibly as he looked between them. “Sorry for assuming.” Ryan said as he moved to a cabinet and started pulling things out of the drawers and setting them on top. “You guys just seem close, but I guess that’s friendship for you.” Pulling a few final items out he wheeled the cabinet over beside them before pulling up his chair. Taking Jon’s leg in his hands Ryan cleaned and cleared the area for the tattoo before transferring the design onto his skin, and once he got Jon’s approval he cleaned it again and rubbed Vaseline into it. “Sooo, are you guys single then?”
Realizing what he was doing Luke snorted. “That was real fuckin smooth Ryan.” He teased, smiling at Ryan who was trying to act like he hadn’t been abstractly trying to see if Luke was dating anyone. Although he could be interested in Jon and that thought had Luke involuntarily tensing up in his chair.
Ryan just beamed at his response though, seemingly just glad that he had finally spoken to him. Setting up his needles as he prepared to tattoo Jon, Ryan still seemed focused on him to the point he was only semi focused on his actual client. Everyone seemed to ignore what Luke had said, instead focusing on the buzzing of the tattoo gun as it started up.
The odd silence continued for almost an hour before Jon needed a break, getting a slight cover over his semi completed tattoo before he headed out through the convention for a bathroom break and slight snack, preferably without Luke around to sneak a couple bites of his food.
So being left alone with Ryan for a while, he struggled to find anything to say that wouldn’t directly open up a conversation about their shared past.
“I like your beard.” Was the rather lame sounding compliment he came up with. But it was true, the slight beard framed his face almost perfectly, highlighting his jawline and high cheekbones.
“Thanks.” Ryan said before batting his lashes at him. “I was inspired by this rather handsome man I met a while ago.
Although it sounded slightly vain Luke thought he might not be too far off the mark if he said Ryans beard was inspired by his own rather magnificent beard. Taking that at face value he leaned into where Ryan was sitting, voice deep as he whispered into his ear as Jon finally returned to his position on the table. “Mmm, I gotta say, whoever it was must have had magnificent taste then.” Before moving back into his seat, content to quietly watch Ryan’s skilled hands as they worked on his friend.
Ryan’s voice was slightly husky as he spoke to Jon as he repositioned him, and he continued to work as if Luke hadn’t said anything at all, but Luke could feel his gaze on him more often now.
***
“Do you have any tattoos?” Jon’s question brought Luke out of his slight daze. He hadn’t even realized that the tattoo was finished and all wrapped up, he had been too distracted in his own little world.
Looking at Ryan it seemed like a fair question, as he had a regular t-shirt that exposed a fair bit of un-inked skin. But Luke knew he actually had a couple smaller randomly placed tattoos and one beautiful back and chest piece though that morphed through designs so it didn’t look like it actually had beginning or an end.
But of course, Ryan didn’t mention that one.
“I’ve got a little rabbit tattooed on my butt, wanna see?” Ryan said jokingly as he turned is butt towards them and playfully shook it a little bit.
And of course, Jon caught him staring.
That had Jon burst out laughing, before pausing mid laugh to turn to Luke with a confused look on his face. “Hey didn’t you say that last time you left the city a couple months ago you met a hottie with a bunny tattoo on their ass?” Catching Luke speechless for a moment, he nodded to himself as if putting it all together. “I just assumed you had slept with a chick! You never told me you liked guys too!” Jon finished, sound fakely accusing.
Luke wasn’t sure what to say. It wasn’t like he had intentionally been hiding it, just whenever it came up in conversation they always seemed to be around someone Luke definitely did not want to hear about it, so it just became a sort of not quite secret but not something he had ever actually spoken to Jon about. Now though that was coming back to bight him in the ass.
“You know,” Ryan cut in, noticing the uncomfortable look on Luke’s face. “this shop is thinking of opening a new location in this city.”
“Okay?”
“Soooo.” Ryan drew the word out slowly as if through molasses, waiting for Luke to catch on. “They’re going to need some experienced artists to start it off.”
Luke had a feeling he knew where this was going. “Someone like you?”
Ryan nodded, tapping his chin thoughtfully. “Yeah someone like me, although I haven’t decided on if I will or not.”
Jon pulled him slightly aside, pulling him in close to whisper in his ear. “Look at this,” Jon pointed to his fresh tattoo, “you need to convince him to stay so I can get him to do my next one too.” That said, he shoved him towards Ryan and made some vague hand gestures that Luke took to mean start talking.
Rubbing the back of his neck, he looked into Ryan’s eyes and smiled shyly. “You know, if you do come here I’m calling the first slot.”
notes: since people seemed to like it here’s more rainbow 6 au. also on ao3
part 2 here
“Whatcha got there?”
Cartoonz looked up from his phone at the sound of the familiar voice, a smile graced his face before he looked back down and continued to scroll through it till he felt movement at his sides. Ohm and Delirious flopped down on either side of where he was sitting on the lumpy couch with what was surely the least amount of grace humanly possible.
“Just looking at our new fourth teammates files.” Cartoonz said, barely managing to not laugh at how quickly they perked up at that. Ohm immediately went to snatch the phone from his hand but Cartoonz was already expecting that. Tossing the phone to Delirious he got him in a headlock, trapping Ohms face in his armpit as he viciously noogied him. “That’s what you get Mr. grabby hands! Didn’t your momma ever teach you to say please?”
“What about that one guy though? You know, what’s his name, um, the one that hates Ohm?” Delirious asked, ignoring the scuffle going on beside him other than slightly raising his voice to be heard over Ohms muffled shouts.
With one last pull Ohm freed himself, looking worse for wear with his rumpled clothing, red face, and hair sticking up every which way from the noogie. “Jeff didn’t hate me! He just… wasn’t a fan of my sense of humor.” Ohm huffed, slightly out of breath from his struggle. “Besides, he didn’t like you that much either Delirious!”
“That’s because he’s a dick. Do you remember when we were in-”
“Jeff was injured in his last mission and is currently unfit for duty.” Cartoonz interjected before they got too far off track. That grim reminder of how dangerous their work was silenced the other two for a long moment.
Delirious was the first to shrug off the somber mood. “It’s probably because he didn’t have a cool code name.” It may have sounded rude to someone else, but he recognized it as Delirious way of trying to lighten the mood.
“Probably.” Cartoonz agreed with a laugh. “Either way we need a fourth person for our next mission so we’ve got him.” While he was speaking Cartoonz had grabbed his phone back and scrolled through the file till he got to a photo. Delirious and Ohm leaned in towards him to get a better look at the screen (the latter more carefully as he was slightly wary of getting another noogie). Both of them frowning at what they saw.
“Are you sure Cartoonz? He looks like a kid.”
Scrolling back through the files a bit he zoomed in on the guys statistics “Well this ‘kid’ has a higher ranking in his last couple missions then you Ohm.” He shot back jokingly.
“What the fuck, he’s got way less kills though!” Delirious pointed to some of the stats on the screen. “Why’s he ranked so high?”
“Well were gonna try him out on our next mission and see how he does.” Cartoonz ignored the question, locking his phone and putting it in his pocket. “Which were being shipped out to in the next hour by the way, so you guys might wanna go get ready.”
The other two groaned in unison upon hearing that. Cartoonz grinned at their reaction before standing up and offering each of them a hand.
Delirious let out even louder and more dramatic groan as Cartoonz pulled him to his feet. “What’s his name anyway?”
notes: I just wanted to upload something so heres a bit of a draft I’ve had for ages
*ring-ring ring-ring*
A loud groan echoed around the room as Craig woke up. Rapidly blinking his eyes to clear the blur as he reached for his glasses then the relatively bright glow of his phone in the darkness of his bedroom. Glancing at the caller ID he sighed before answering. “David you had better be dying its fucking,” he paused to glance at the alarm clock on his bedside table “almost half-past 2 in the morning!” he said with his groggy voice going high in dismay at his realization of the time.
“Craiiiiiiiiig!” the almost obnoxiously loud voice on the other end of the line slurred heavily over the pounding base of the music in the background “Buddyy can I ask a favour?”
Wincing Craig held the phone further away from his ear. “What do you need?” he sighed heavily, getting out of his bed as he had already guessed what his drunken friend wanted. He grabbed his clothes discarded on the floor from the previous day, too tired to pick a new outfit when that one was clean enough and he figured he wouldn’t be out for long anyway.
“Well I came to the bar with Lui, but he had to leave early.”
“Annnnd?” Craig drawled, pulling up his jeans as he moved about his room getting ready.
“I kind of forgot he was my ride, so could you please please please pick me up?” David begged.
Craig just sighed. “Alright, but you owe me one! What’s the address of the place you’re at?”
“Thank god you’re the best Craig!” David’s overly loud cheer made Craig wince once again, already regretting his decision even as he grabbed his keys.
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After finding the bar Craig parked down the street from it, making sure to grab his phone and keys before hopping out of the car and locking it up. Walking up the street he passed several small groups already out on the sidewalk, their loud voices and unsteady movements making it clear that they had come from one of the bars on this street. Taking care to avoid running into anyone stumbling around he finally reached the front of the building David said he was at. Pulling out his phone he started scrolling through his contacts when two men came out of the building in a burst of music before the door swung shut behind them, the dark haired one narrowly avoiding a nasty fall down the stairs when the other managed to catch him around the waist as he tottered dangerously back and forth at the top of the entrance.
“Jesus David how much did you have to drink?” The other guy laughed. At the sound of his friends name Craig did a double take, realizing the dark-haired guy was indeed his friend. Putting away his phone he slowly walked over to the duo. Taking in the strangers appearance he noticed he didn’t really look like someone who had been out clubbing, considering he appeared totally sober and was also wearing zebra print pajama bottoms and a ratty old shirt. Reaching them he waited for the pair to notice him, reluctant to interrupt their conversation.
Catching sight of him the man supporting his friend quirked an eyebrow before asking in a not unfriendly tone “Can I help you?”
“Yeah, I’m not sure what you guys were going to do but my friend here called me to pick him up.” Craig said, stopping his subconscious picking at the bottom of his shirt to point at David who was oblivious to the exchange currently going on.
“Nice try buddy but he actually called me to pick him up, so go try that shit with someone else.” The man replied, voice slightly colder than before as he tugged on David to get him moving away from Craig.
“Shit?!” his voice rose indignantly “What sort of-” he started saying before getting cut off by David, who upon finally spotting him immediately went for a hug. Unfortunately though the man who was still holding David hadn’t been ready for the sudden lunge, and ended up getting pulled along with him causing him to crash into the hugging pair, nearly knocking them all over.
“Craiiiiig! You came!” Craig could hear David nearly yelling even as distracted as he was trying to keep them up, grabbing the nearest thing he could to avoid falling on his ass. Unluckily he had grabbed the strangers shoulders, dragging them all together into an awkward three way hug. David was the first to recover leaving Craig alone against the guy.
He felt a warm steadying hand against his hip, helping him catch his balance. Once steady he quickly pulled away and stepped back to a more comfortable distance. After dusting off some invisible dust bunnies he looked up to meet the other man’s gaze, about to thank the stranger when he noticed the large smirk he was wearing.
“Geez ‘Craig’ I just met you and you’re falling for me already?” Seemingly more relaxed now that it was clear Craig actually knew David, most of it was said in joking tone, but the way he said his name made it seem like he was trying to get a rise out of him. Instead of replying Craig just rolled his eyes and turned to David, ready to get this night over with as quickly as possible.
“David you got all your stuff right? Because its time to say goodbye to your ‘friend’ and get you home.” He huffed out, letting a small amount of annoyance seep into his voice, putting a bit of emphasis on the word friend partially out of spite and partially because he still didn’t know his name.
“Oh hell no, I did not come all the way down here for nothing!” the guy interrupted whatever David was about to say. “He called me to pick him up so I’ll be the one taking him home.” the guy paused before giving him a once over, nodding to himself before his voice took on a slightly flirtier tone as he leaned in towards him and added “I wouldn’t mind if you came with us though.”
“Yessssss! Were all gonna hangout together!”
“Oh no we are not! I’m taking you home while he-”
“Tyler” the man in question unhelpfully interjected.
“While Tyler goes back to wherever he came from, alright?” he finished with a glare towards Tyler.
Instead of replying David simply flopped to the ground in a boneless heap, attracting some concerned stares from other patrons exiting the bars onto the street. “Are you okay?!” Craig said rushing over to David side, relieved when he nodded his head against the filthy cement. “Then what are you doing?”
“I don’t want to go.” David replied resolutely, while a few of the nosier people on the street drew closer to the trio.
“David if you’re fine get up, you’re causing a scene!” Craig hissed while Tyler just smiled and waved at the people staring.
“Only if Tyler comes with us!” David declared, raising one arm to point his finger skyward.
Craig glanced at Tyler, who only shrugged to show he was okay with whatever Craig decided. It wasn’t an ideal situation, but Tyler didn’t seem all that bad when compared with all the negative with all the attention they were drawing, so his resolve quickly crumbled. “Alright he can come with us for a bit, if he’s okay with that.
“Hell yeah! But we’re taking Tyler’s car since his backseats way comfier than yours.”
And with that he lunged up-right before running off incredibly fast for someone who nearly fell over while simply walking minutes ago.
Tyler stepped up beside him, draping his arm around him that despite its probably friendly intent made his heartbeat speed up. “I personally think your ‘backseat’ is nice Craig.” and with a wink he removed his arm and clapped him on the back, walking off after David towards an older looking car before Craig could splutter out a reply about how Tyler had never even seen his car.
notes: as requested,ohmtoonz as the 6th prompt from this
“Fuck!” He shouted at the screen as he died, barely stopping himself from throwing the controller across the room. He’d been playing worse and worse as the night went on as stress, anxiety, and a fairly large amount of apprehension built up inside him the longer he drew this out. Trying to calm down a bit he leaned back into the soft couch took a deep breath before turning slightly to watch Ryan from the corner of his eye as he played. He managed a smile though at the sight of Ryan with his tongue stuck out, focused on the screen.
“Do I have something on my face?” Ryan’s voice startled him. It looked like Ryan was still focused on the screen, so apparently he had amazing peripheral vision.
He snorted at Ryan’s clichéd question. “You know, now that you mention it Ryan I think you’ve got some white stuff all over your face.” He winced at the elbow he received to his side for that, but it was worth it for indignant look on Ryan’s face.
There was a long pause where the only sound was the tapping of buttons before he heard a quietly muttered ‘fuck you’. He had to dodge another elbow once he started laughing at how childish that sounded. “That was the best comeback ever!” He almost managed to not sound patronizing as he said that, almost.
Ryan still wasn’t looking at him, entirely too focused on keeping his character alive. “You uh, you’d love my cum on your back wouldn’t you Luke?” Ryan joked distractedly, leaning forwards as he struggled in the game.
Feeling like this would be the best segue he was going to get he turned himself fully towards Ryan, taking advantage of his preoccupation to talk without having to meet his eyes. “I love everything to do with you Ryan, that’s why I invited you over tonight.”
That actually got Ryan to glance way from the screen for half a second. “Wait what?” Ryan asked with a laugh, like he was waiting for the punchline.
Swallowing hard he had to force himself to continue and risk it instead of playing it off as a joke like he so desperately wanted to in that moment. “You probably noticed that I’ve been avoiding you the past week or so right?” he watched as Ryan just nodded, waiting for him to continue. “I was avoiding you because I thought ignoring the way I feel would make me fall out of love, but instead it just made me miss you and want you even more.”
It felt like he waited an eternity as he watched Ryan pause the game and turn towards him. He’d been thinking about this very moment for days, what he would say and do, wondering if Ryan would hate him or love him too, or maybe even just be indifferent about it all. What he hadn’t anticipated was Ryan’s actual response.
“What??”
He could almost laugh at the confused look on Ryan’s face if he wasn’t so frustrated himself. Unsure how to make it any clearer he just went with his instinct, grabbing Ryan by the shirt and pulling him towards himself before letting his lips do the talking for him.
The kiss only lasted a couple moments before he pulled away. Or rather tried to pull away, because as soon as he started the motion there was a hand at the back of his neck pulling him back in. Happiness raced through him at that, and he could fell his smile mirrored against Ryan’s own.
notes: you guys really seemed to like the last one so here’s another! ao3 here and last part here
Cautiously entering the decrepit building Cartoonz took note of the hastily boarded up windows. It was a poorly done job, but he couldn’t really complain since they were covered enough that they wouldn’t easily be spotted from outside. Glancing around the dirty entryway he signaled the other two forward. As they started a sweeping search of the building Cartoonz locked and bolted the old door shut, more to give them a warning when someone came in than to actually keep anyone out. Making his way towards the other two he followed them as they cleared each room, taking in the buildings current layout and defenses.
Reaching the final room that contained their objective Cartoonz opened the door and was immediately greeted by the end of a gun. Unfazed Cartoonz took one hand off his own weapon, extending it to the new guy. “I’m Cartoonz, and you must be Bryce?”
Lowering his weapon as the other two entered the room Bryce took the offered hand and shook it. “Yep that’s me! Nice to meet you guys.” He sounded far more cheerful than someone covered in body armor should. As the other two came up beside him, he realized that Bryce was significantly taller than all three of them.
Seemingly taking it upon himself to continue introductions Bryce next moved on to shake Ohms hand. But instead of introducing himself Ohm just blurted out “Tall.” Seemingly mortified he froze in the middle of shaking Bryce’s hand, but didn’t let go. “I mean, you’re tall I’m Bryce.” Ohm just turned redder and redder as he heard the other two start cracking up. Pausing for a moment he closed his eyes and took a deep breath as he tried again. “Oh for fucks sake, I meant I’m Ohm!” Bryce just smiled and shook his hand again, seeming to take it all in stride while the other two were dying of laughter.
Delirious was laughing so hard he was bent in half, clutching his stomach in pain. Unable to stop laughing he just held out a hand to Bryce, having to reach up a bit from his hunched over position. “I’m gonna go out on a limb and guess that you’re Delirious?” Delirious just nodded his head to answer Bryce’s question, still wheezing too hard to speak.
Wiping some tears from his eyes Cartoonz struggled to put on a serious expression. “Alright guys, so what did you bring this time?”
Bryce was the first to move, swinging a large bag off of his shoulder. Cartoonz hadn’t really paid it much attention in all the commotion earlier. He let out an impressed whistle as Bryce unzipped the bag, revealing an interior that was filled with several different pieces of body armor. Bryce set the bag down in between them all so the others could grab some of the armor.
“Also since I arrived a bit before you guys I set up some cameras in and around the building and put up reinforce walls in this room, although I didn’t have quite enough.” Bryce said with a sweeping gesture toward the slightly shiny sections of wall that contrasted with rest of the grimy room.
“Nice Bryce.” Cartoonz said, watching him beam at the praise. “Now what did you two shit heads bring?”
Instead of replying Delirious just chucked the bag he had at Cartoonz. Easily catching it he opened it, and seeing what was inside he turned and glared at Delirious. “Why the hell would you throw a bag full of explosives at me??? Go set this tripwire shit up!” he yelled, throwing the bag back at him. Ignoring Delirious cackling as he left he turned towards Ohm and raised an eyebrow.
“Bear traps.” He said shaking his own bag. He still seemed kind of subdued from his earlier embarrassment.
“Good shit, just make sure you don’t set them up in the same places Delirious put his.”
“Yes ‘mom’.”
Cartoonz flipped him off as he left the room. Seeing Bryce waiting for his directions he let out a tired sigh and rubbed at his eyes. He waved Bryce over as he walked to the rooms windows. “Help me pull these boards off so I can put an armored panel on instead.”
With the two of them it only took a minute to pull off the boards and press the armor panel into place, easily digging them deep into the old frames of the windows. He looked over to see Bryce watching him expectantly again. Recalling what he had read in Bryce’s file he decided to play on his strengths. “Okay Bryce you’re going to stay in here watching the cameras and guarding this. Let us know if you see anything.” He said, about to leave the room before he had an after thought. “Also I’m not sure if they told you this but that’s bio-hazardous material” he jerked a thumb at the large container in the middle of the room next to Bryce. “So you might not wanna be that close to it. Hopefully they’ll find something to transport this in before any trouble shows up. But we both know that’s unlikely.”
Moving towards him and away from the bio-hazard Bryce nodded in agreement with what he said. The siege teams were never sent in unless they were there to fight. With that all done Cartoonz smiled and clapped Bryce on the shoulder before walking out of the room. “Welcome to the team Bryce.”
notes: idk what this is really, but here it is for you guys
Marcel was relaxing on a park bench, enjoying a peaceful moment basking in the warm sunlight, head leaned back and eyes closed as he sipped at his cool drink.
Well he was having a peaceful moment until he felt an ice-cold finger touching his inner thigh.
Eyes snapping open he made a muffled squealing noise, trying not to spit the water in his mouth all over himself. He gave a half-hearted scowl as Mini laughed and poked him in the same spot again with his fingers that were frozen from holding his own drink. Slapping his frosty hands away Marcel made some more muffled sounds that were meant to sound like a question as he swallowed what was in his mouth.
Easily understanding what he wanted Mini nodded towards his crotch. “You have a giant hole in your jeans.” Mini said as if that explained everything.
Marcel just stared at him incredulously. “So you decided to put your hand in my pants?!” shaking his head at his weird-ass friend he looked down at his pants. Mini really wasn’t kidding when he said the hole was giant, it was nearly half the size of his palm going along the length of the seam of his jeans. “Fuck I cant walk around like this, these are totally wrecked!”
He knew he should’ve bought new jeans when he noticed it starting to wear out weeks ago, but it was his favourite pair.
“If you can keep your legs shut it’ll look fine,” Mini couldn’t keep the shit eating grin off his face as he said that, but continued with a more contrite expression, “but if you really want I can fix it for you.”
“You know how to sew?” Marcel asked as he side eyed him sceptically. He didn’t totally trust the look on Mini’s face, but he also didn’t want to walk around with everyone able to see his underwear.
“No, but that’s not what I’m going to do. Stand up.”
Setting his drink down on the bench between them he stood and watched as Mini did the same before kneeling down in front of him, scooting up close to grab at the torn fabric. Marcel face warmed slightly as he realized what it looked like, so he moved his gaze to anywhere else to avoid fixating on that.
So focused on not focusing he didn’t notice the way Mini’s grip changed till he heard the loud riiiiiiip of fabric tearing. He immediately looked down to see that Mini had torn from the inner seam all the way across to the outter one, leaving the fabric to flutter with the breeze. The hole now exposed almost the entire front of his thigh and part of his knee. Too shocked to move he didn’t stop Mini as he changed his grip on his leg and ripped the back side of his jeans, completely removing most of the one leg which slid down to his shoes.
He looked from that to Mini who was now covering his mouth with a hand, trying to hide his grin.
“Mini.” He paused to take a deep breath to calm himself. “WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO???”
Mini’s face was starting to turn red from how hard he was trying to suppress his laughter. Switching his grip to the other leg he looked up at Marcel for a moment. “Don’t worry im-” he broke off with a laugh before quickly composing himself, “-im not done yet!”
Eyes widening in understanding Marcel tried to pull his leg away but it was too late, his other pant leg was torn in half at almost the exact same height as the other. Not even pausing for a moment Mini ripped the half off, leaving that pant leg to slide down too.
Marcel was now in a pair of short shorts.
And by short, he meant short.
Standing up Mini dusted himself off before circling a stunned Marcel, looking over his handiwork. Seemingly satisfied he stopped in front of Marcel and smiled at him. “I think it looks good! But you might wanna tuck the bottom of your boxers in though. I love the hearts by the way.”
“Oh my god Mini why? You’re such a piece of shit.” Marcel glared at Mini but he seemed totally unfazed and started laughing.
Questioning his life and choices in friends he looked at the mess that was once his pair of jeans. He considered his options for a moment before pulling the torn off pant legs off and then doing his best to tuck the bottom of his boxers into the shorts that were definitely far too short.
“I hate you Mini.” Marcel said in a monotone voice. Gathering up all their stuff Mini passed him his drink.
notes: vaguely a high school au. I did something actually shippy for once, I hope you guys enjoy!
Closing the bedroom door behind himself he looked at the boy already curled up on his bed. He felt a rush of warmth at the sight of Brock nestled into his own dark fluffy blankets. The easy smile on his face dissipated though as he moved over towards him and he didn’t even seem to acknowledge his presence.
“Hey.” he said with uncertainty starting to spread through him like tar, dark and clinging as he still didn’t even turn towards him. Sitting on the bed beside him he left as much room as possible between them while still being within reach. He reached out for him, but then deciding against it let his arm fall back against his side. “I, um… are you… okay?” The silence between words felt incredibly loud as he struggled to figure out what to say.
Brock still didn’t turn towards him, but he could see his eyes flick towards him for a moment before quickly away again.
“I’m fine, thanks for asking friend.” Brocks tone was practically glacial with how cold it was. He could swear he felt his heart drop as he realized what was wrong. Inviting him over he had only very briefly introduced him to his mom just as ‘my friend’ before hustling him off to his room as fast as possible. He realized that it probably looked like he was ashamed of him.
“You know its not like that, I just wasn’t sure if you were cool with her knowing about us! Brock, you know I adore you, you’re my…” his words got caught in his throat as he realized something even worse; he had never actually asked him out. Brock finally looked over at that, his expression practically daring him to finish that sentence.
“Brock, will you go out with me?” he asked instead as he reached out for him again, this time letting his hand gently cup the others face. He was mildly surprised when he didn’t pull away. “I promise I’ll tell anyone who will listen that you’re my boyfriend and how much you mean to me. I probably should’ve brought you flowers or taken you out to dinner to ask this but I’ll make this up to you however you want if you agree.”
Anxiously waiting for an answer, he was surprised when he was pulled down into a soft kiss.
“You don’t have to make anything up to me, all I’ve ever wanted is you.” Brock said with a slight blush. “But I would like to properly meet your mom if that’s okay.”
“If that’s a yes then done! Let’s go introduce you two.” He said as he got off the bed and pulled him along with him, intertwining their fingers as they left his room to find his mom.
