#tigerincahoots

[brycecousland]

@tigerincahoots​ continued from here

“YOU DIDN’T NEED TO DO THIS.” It had been weeks since they escaped the Organization and been on the run. Weeks since they had gone underground and kept their heads low --- barely enjoying the season the way it was supposed to be enjoyed. Maybe not for him. Kevin never really liked Christmas to begin with but for all he knew --- Bryce could love it. It was a matter of preference and memories.

BACK IN THE DAY, BRYCE ATTENDED TO HIS PARENTS PARTIES WITH HIS OWN FOLKS. All around a table, eating and listening to the grown-ups talk. They would be on their best behavior until the time the men would move to another room to smoke their cigars and the ladies would stay behind talking about things so trivial that made him sick to his stomach.

THEY USED TO SNEAK AROUND THE HOUSE. There were things Kevin couldn’t remember. Pieces of his memory that were foggy and clouded. But he remembered Bryce being there. Even when they were teenagers, even before he was sent to the military academy. Bryce had been there. Making the best of a terrible night. Everyone else got love and presents and kisses... Kevin and Erik would have shit.

“YOU DIDN’T STEAL THIS ONE FROM MY OLD MAN, DID YOU?” Kevin chuckled as he relaxed against the wall, turning the wine bottle on his had to read the label. He remembered laughing with Bryce one time. It was Christmas. He couldn’t make the most of it --- maybe the memories in his head were fake or maybe confused and juggled. “Did we kiss that night?” He couldn’t remember. Whatever the Organization had done to him before, memories of his past were long gone. “I remember you being there. The best part of a shitty night. I guess not even time changed that, uh...?”

Bryce liked Christmas as it was long ago. When his family was still alive, with all the baking together, decorating. The visits at Kevin’s home at Christmas Eve... not for the adults, not for the presents. But because the other had been there. Him and his beautiful blue eyes and that smile whenever Bryce did something he liked. A smile that fed Bryce more than any turkey or potatoes. Not just metaphorically, but also in a magical sense.

“I am a fey, not a grim reaper. Even I can’t steal from the dead,” Bryce replied with a laugh. If he could turn back time, he’d take more than a bottle of wine.

His laugh died and the smile that stayed was warm and sad equally with half-lidded eyes. “We did...” he confessed, a hand raising to have fingers run through the tiger’s blond hair. Bryce’s first kiss, followed by disappearing the very next day. The last good memory he clung to from his old life.

“So... what could I do to make this night even less shitty for you? We could watch bad movies and use that bottle and some others for a drinking game? Or we watch horror movies, the anti-Christmas genre...”  Part of Bryce wanted to offer other activities too. But he kept that to himself. Being close to his old, dear friend was enough. He’d not push for more.

“You know... I am glad I got to blow up my house... because it also brought you back into my life...”

[xwolfbonds]

Randy Sprouse’s eyes bulged, cracked and dirty nails clawed at his throat, at the delicate touch of metal that tightened just below his chin. He never saw the man that killed him. His optics had suddenly gone dark, as if something had plunged the entire world into endless darkness. Scott and slipped the monowire around his throat, tugged and pulling, twisting and bending at the waist until he hefted the man back and across his slender back. Bouncing once then twice so the wire catch on bone. He was few inches shorter, and probably fifty pounds lighter, but it all seemed so easy, too easy. White smoke rose in twirling ribbons from flesh that now charred and bled. The wire had grown hot, so hot it sliced through the skin like it was little more than butter. Then there was nothing. 

Scott took a moment to listen, the tiny implants inside his ears itching as they searched for any sound that wasn’t the heavy slap of a muscled body hitting the cold and wet concrete walkway. Fresh rain fell from the Night City sky, flattening bangs against a smooth and youthful forehead. For everyone else, it was just another night in NC. So many would see the head that rolled away, stopping but not before striking a single sprinkler with a tiny clank, as nothing more than another waste. Barely a nuisance as they to walk around it as if it was never there. 

In his mouth, Scott tasted the tang of blood; he felt the behaviour chip already trying to tuck the memory away in his mind. Its edges were fuzzy, so soft that perhaps if he touched it, it would all float away. Or crumble like sand between his fingers. After all, to Arasaka, he was just another doll.

“I’m jacking into one of the guards; I should have the target’s location in one sec-yep, there he is. Ground floor, indoor pool, with some company. They’re pretty; I might have seen them working the VIP section of the Dollhouse.” Scott took care, raising his voice just above a whisper so his implants could pick up the sound. It wasn’t easy against the howling of the wind and the slapping of fresh rain. But Scott had faith in Arasaka’s hardware. In the man that would hear him and answer back in that same firm and gravelly tone that sounded both new and oddly familiar every time they got paired together. 

[thforgottcn]

@tigerincahoots​

ryder's fingers are gently brushing a few of the tender marks that had covered his neck a bit. of course, it wasn't the worst thing in the world, and both of them gave up valid points. there's just so many, even his -- arms. he hardly remembered some of them, but they did make him feel.. good. though lips quirk softly at kevin's comment, he's swooping for his boxers so that he can get breakfast started soon enough. there's a playful roll of his eyes as he turns to them now. 'i do appreciate the offer, erik, however, i don't need the grumpy arguing from kevin,' he teases with a little smirk of his lips. honestly, the only thing that would truly peak out of his clothing was the ones along his neck. long sleeves were able to hide his arms, and he rarely wore shorts. some of the scratches stung a little but he's not minding it much. 'though, only you, mm? i believe there is two of you in the bed.. i think most people would just think i'm easy to come for seeing them, instead. but aw, is this you telling me i can't sleep with anyone else?'

[fateofbrxs]

@tigerincahoots continued from here // Flynn & Kevin

Trying out new positions with Kevin was... interesting to say the least. It was important to note that the only reason Flynn could even move in such a way was the vigorous training program he’d been put through in his youth, leading to his current predicament. The words spoken by Kevin left Flynn with a sour look on his face. “I did,” he simply replied while continuing to hold his ankles. The next question didn’t exactly need a response from Flynn. They’d been through this game before. Flynn took it as best as he could. It’s what he’d done for years, now. He was as effective a lover as he was a killer. It’s how he was trained. 

Flynn still nodded, his eyes locked onto the thing that would be pushed inside of him within moments. A soft groan came from the hitman’s lips as Kevin’s tip was pushed against his hole again. “Just fuck me already,” Flynn whined as his ass clenched slightly. He wanted this more than anything. Perhaps later, he’d even be able to ride Kevin again as he had earlier. Right now he just needed the sensation of Kevin inside of him again. Flynn craved the feeling. 

[incuburnt]

@tigerincahoots​

“Look, hottie, there’s really no easy way to have this conversation so I’m just gonna say it...”

The latino looked up from his laptop. The pen of his wacom still in and as he tried to find the right words to express what he dreaded to say, but would ultimately need to confess. It was best this information came from him, after all... And while Kevin had always been a rather visceral kind of man, the young mage hoped he was at least reasonable enough not to get angry about this.

“... I kinda introduced a character in my webcomic that looks like you and... apparently it’s now my follower’s favorite character. Which... is hardly my fault because you’re the hottest man in the world but, yeah, that’s the reason why... I keep drawing you so much.”

[itsagentzero]

@tigerincahoots​ gets some Chris too

There it was again. His favorite coffee shop with the best mocca in the entire world. How could Chris not indulge himself after a hard day of studies by getting one of his favorite drinks and some bagels to go with?

Nothing was new. The same menu, the same baristas, the same people. It was funny to see how things rarely changed despite the world shifting so fast, but there was a special sort of comfort in finding the same familiar faces. Like that blond man he always crosses eyes with. Maybe smiles sometimes. Chris had never really been the shy kind, but it wasn’t every day he felt like striking conversations with a stranger.

But was that man really a stranger when they met there every friday for the past 6 months? Hell no. Chris already even knew his name from overheard conversations... Yeah, he was nosy like that.

“Sooooo- hi! Mind if I keep you company today?” he asked, shamelessly walking cose to the table the blond was sitting in. “It’s just-- we’re always here, you and I, and I’ve never even said hello.”

[infinitexechoes]

tigerincahoots said: 💍

Send me ‘💍’ for our muses to wake up married after a night of heavy drinking

[ @tigerincahoots​ w/ Stefan Salvatore ]

The night before was mostly a blur for Stefan. He remembered leaving the house with Kevin with the intent on having fun for a change --- ( fun being lots of drinking ) --- and that was that. So upon waking the following morning to find himself tangled in a bunch of sheets, it made him wonder if they shared the bed yet again when there were other rooms the vampire could have crashed in. He would get his answer in the form of the snoring figure beside him. Well, he wasn’t snoring per se. Just lightly breathing enough to capture the vampire’s attention. Stefan had never watched him sleep, mostly because the few times Kevin stayed over at the boarding house, he had his own room and was often up before Stefan. Even so, Stefan found himself watching the figure for a moment, taking note of how he slept with such ease whereas Stefan knew he himself probably looked just as broody while sleeping as he did while awake.

A small smile played at his lips before he looked away, deciding that he can’t be bothered mulling over things too much. While he did wonder if Kevin was also completely naked beneath the sheets, he felt it best that the night before remain a mystery. Probably best he didn’t know what all they got into last night.

There was light seeping in through the blinds, light that had Stefan squinting so he untangled himself from the covers then rolled out of bed quietly. The first thing he noticed was that this room looked different. It wasn’t the boarding house and it wasn’t Kevin’s usual place either. So either they were at another one of Kevin’s homes or this was some hotel. Further investigation led him to believe it was the latter, for it gave off the vibe of an expensive hotel suite. He took a slow walk about the room, noting a smaller staircase that led into the living area. Following the stairs, he found himself in a room with a glorious bar, hot tub and stunning furniture of an off white color to offset all the greenery in the room. There were stunning glass windows all around them and when he got closer to one, he noted the view of a city, but which one? This room looked like something a celebrity probably booked each week and Stefan knew he didn’t have the funds to rent a room like this --- not without cheating anyway.

This was...odd to say the least, but he removed himself from the other side of the room, looking around for his clothes. They were in a heap by the bed so as he bent over to pick up his underwear, he paused, blinking at his hand. 

A ring? And not just the daylight ring he wore to keep from bursting into flames in the sun. This was...something different. A wedding band perhaps?

Wait. Wedding band? WEDDING BAND?!

Looking back over at the bed, Kevin was finally stirring awake. Meanwhile, Stefan was borderline freaking out. How even--- or maybe he was jumping to conclusions. Surely they didn’t get married and...

Oh god, but what if this really was a honeymoon suite? As he began piecing things together, everything was making a lot more sense but oh god, married? He got MARRIED last night?

He moved over to the bed again, forgetting all about getting dressed and just sat down. He was...stunned. This... maybe this should have been funny in the grand scheme of things. And maybe it was a little, but then it wasn’t. He had this sense of dread --- anxiety even --- because if Kevin didn’t wake up and find this the least bit funny, he was probably going to be upset with him, and Stefan knew he didn’t want to fight with Kevin. Not physically and over this. Granted Kevin would have every right to deck him in the face for allowing them to get this shitfaced but...

Maybe. Maybe they didn’t --- they weren’t married. There was no proof right? All he had was this dumb ring and if Kevin didn’t have one well, maybe... maybe he took it from someone.

He’d go with that as Kevin stirred behind him. Any other possibilities had him feeling nervous.

“...morning,” he muttered quietly.

[wonderhevrts]

cont. from this with @tigerincahoots

Sam couldn’t help but to chuckle at Kevin’s texts. Sam knew he was worried, but this was all the damage Sam got on himself, when fighting a werewolf. Good thing he didn’t get bitten. 

[txt: Tiger] Close! A Canine. A werewolf, to be exact.  [txt: Tiger] I got the werewolf killed, so i was alright! And i AM alright. I’ll be home tomorrow evening.

He grabbed dental floss, a needle and a bottle of whiskey, to stitch himself up. Sam cleaned up the wounds and one by one stitched them up with the floss, using the whiskey as anticeptic. Man, he needed a proper first aid kit. After getting them stitched, Sam patched them up too and sighed.