#jimmy jab games

[beautyarchive]

The way Amy looks at Jake when he's announcing The Jimmy Jab Games.

#amy santiago #melissa fumero #jake peralta #jake and amy #jimmy jab games #brooklyn nine-nine #chelsea peretti #stephanie beatriz #actress #gina linetti #rosa diaz

[andrewisdoing]

The Jimmy Jab Games

Brooklyn Nine Nine

Season 2, Episode 3

#brooklyn nine nine #rosa diaz #detective rosa diaz #female characters #sweetheart #the jimmy jab games #season 2 #episode 3 #sitcoms #things #andys gifs

[hitchell-mope]

And Jake’s pretending that Amy got him pregnant. Does this count as shipping fodder?

#brooklyn 99 #jake peralta #amy santiago #the jimmy jab games

[outragedtortilla]

the jimmy jab games II

#lucy dot jpg #jimmy jab games II #17783

[delulu-with-wandanat]

Mockingbird

Reader Description: He/him, adult, early 30s.

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x Male!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of suicide, angst?

(Now now, i know i put out a poll. BUT i started writing this and... oh well enjoy :> I promise the next one will be a lighthearted Wandanat HS au eeekkk!!!!!)

Summary: America Chavez gave Wanda what she wanted, Wanda sees the love of her life again from another universe. However, her lover's variant already build a life without her...

Y/n sits on the sofa with a huff and turned on the TV to watch whatever was available on Netflix, "What a day..." he said to himself. He loved his new job, but of course like any other person he just needed some time alone.

He scrolled to the various crappy movies and series that he hadn't watch. Deciding that he just wanted something light, he put on a sitcom that he watched many times with his late wife a few years ago. It felt weird not watching it with her even until now, but he remembered how much his wife loved re-watching the sitcom over and over to the point where she could recite every single episode by heart.

Y/n smiled at the memory, when the two used to binge watch Brooklyn 99 at the common room of the compound. Wanda even got to the point where she hosted a 'Halloween Heist', but it ultimately stopped after two heist when Natasha won in less than 10 minutes, yes both heist. Honestly they should've known better than to have those kind of heist games with a well renowned international spy.

At least they still have a few rounds of 'Jimmy Jabs' games.

Except they dialed the extremeness to a 10 considering they were the Avengers. We don't have to get into details, but due to the techs that they have and the powers they own, things get very interesting quite quickly.

Well almost everything in his life was interesting, I mean he's surrounded by gods, witches, spies. Not a single day in his life was ordinary...

Including today, when a portal in the shape of a star appeared out of nowhere right in front of him. The portal it self did not shock him in the slightest. What did shock him though was the fact that the love of his life, his wife, his soulmate who died years ago, was now standing right in front of him in the flesh.

Y/n was speechless. Ever more so, the fact that Wanda was choking what it looks like no more than 14 year old girl. "Wanda, what are you doing?!"

"Y/n..." Wanda breathed out, her grip on the girl loosen. The 14 year old girl then fell to the gasping for air. "I- I didn't..."

Y/n stood up from the couch, he couldn't move. His dead wife was alive right before his eyes, either she had rise from the dead or... well, there was only one other possibility.

She was from another universe.

No doubt in his mind that she was. In Y/n's universe, they knew the existence of the multiverse. "I just wanted to see you again." Wanda said with teary eyes.

Being a former SHIELD agent, he was quick to piece the puzzle together. This Wanda must be from a Universe where he had died. He tried to stay calm for her, even though inside, seeing Wanda again brought back so many memories. Happy ones, but most notably the painful one.

Particularly, a memory of the day he lost her.

Wanda noticed that Y/n had been silent the whole time, she hung her head in shame. "I'm a monster..."

Y/n's heart broke at her words. "No... Lyubov, don't say that." He approached her slowly and gently lifted her chin so her eyes meets his.

Gazing into the eyes of the woman he loves that died years ago was something that would never have crossed his mind. It took every, by that I mean EVERYTHING in his power to not breakdown right in front of her.

Little did he know Wanda felt the same, however the difference was her wound was still fresh. Staring into his beautiful eyes again, it broke her. Wanda broke down and pulled him into a hug, taking in everything she could.

His scent, his warmth, his comfort.

She cried on to his shoulders, and Y/n simply held her. It felt good, really good. To be in his arms again. To have Y/n hold her like he used too.

“I miss you, so much." She told him between sobs.

"I miss you too." Y/n responded. Wanda pulled back and rested her forehead against his with her eyes closed. The two stayed like that for a little while, yet the question still lingers in Y/n's mind. Why was Wanda choking an innocent little girl?

It seems like his mind is louder than he thought as Wanda answered the question. "I... When you died, I couldn't- I couldn't move on." She told him hesitantly as she opened her eyes. Fear and guilt painted over her face as she thought of the potential reactions she would get from Y/n.

He glanced at the 14 year old girl behind her, Wanda noticed the way his eyes shifted. She felt the need to explain herself, he deserved to know the truth. To know the extent she went just to be with her lover again.

"I... I chased down, America Chavez. She was the key..." He shifted his eyes back to hers. Key?? "I tried to-" The words got stuck in her throat. "I tried to kill her..." She cried, hanging her head in shame. Y/n's eyes widen at her words.

Wanda... a killer? How bad was her universe treating her to the point where she goes to that extent??

An embrace, was the last thing Wanda had expected to receive from him. She expected a look of disappointment, shame, anger, yet all he did was simply pulled her into a hug.

"I understand."

That was when Wanda started crying against his chest. He was taller, so he kissed the top of her head lovingly. With her ears pressed against his chest, she could listen to his heartbeat. It was the calmest sound she hasn't heard in a while.

"I... I lost you, In my universe. I understand how you feel." Y/n remembered the day Wanda sacrificed herself for the soul stone. After the battle he begged, begged the Avengers to use the stones to bring her back. To have her in his arms again. To hold her...

Wanda felt his emotions. Anger, sadness, grief, Wanda felt it all as memory of her own death came back flooding his mind like a tidal wave. She held him tighter, knowing that he needed this just as much as she does. After a long while, they pulled back resting their foreheads against each other. Both with tears streaming down their eyes.

Wanda cupped his face, she felt Y/n leaning to her touch. When they gazed into each other once again, Wanda, without a second thought, pulled him down for a kiss.

Y/n reciprocated just as quick. Wanting to feel her soft lips after 4 long years. He missed it. Her soft touches, the taste of her lips, her beautiful voice. He missed her so dearly.

Wanda wrapped her arms around his neck to deepen the kiss. Holding onto his figure almost desperately. They held onto each other as they poured all the love they couldn't express with words through their actions.

After a long while, Wanda broke the kiss. "Let's not leave each other again."

Y/n clenched his jaw, he moved his hand from her waist to her face, caressing it. "I want that, more than anything..."

Wanda smiled, a genuine smile that she haven't had for the longest time. Yet... she noticed a hint of hesitation on Y/n's part. "What is it, love?"

He had to tell her, but he didn't know how. Y/n could tell she was broken, broken beyond repair that she goes to this extent. He doesn't know how to break the news to her. "Wands... I want you back, more than anything."

Slowly her smile fades. God he wishes he could bring it back.

"But... you can't stay here..."

That shattered Wanda's heart, "W-why?" Did he not love her just as much? He was a variant of her lover yes, but surely they would share the same love. Did he find someone else?? "What makes you say that?" She asked, from the tone of her voice Y/n could tell his words broke her heart.

"You can't... stay in my universe. And I can't- I can't stay in yours."

"W-why?"

"It would cause an incursion. It will destroy my universe and maybe even yours. I can't let that happen, Wands. I'm sorry." He told her gently while caressing her cheeks.

Her eyes started to pool again as she leaned to his touch. "Why... Why does it have to be like this- Why is the universe to cruel..."

Y/n wanted so badly to erase her sadness, her grief, to see her beautiful smile again. "If I was as powerful as you, I would've ventured across the multiverse for you. But, I'm just a human. The only thing I could do was... move on."

Move on

The word echoes in her head. Y/n had moved on. She looked at him in disbelief. "Move on?" Wanda breathed out.

Y/n clenched his jaw again, "Move on isn't the right word. You will always have a special place in my heart, but... I couldn't stay like that forever. I'm sorry, Wanda." He remembered the countless times he almost took his life, just to be with her again.

Wanda was... angry? Sad, heartbroken, deep down she understood. If she had died, she would've wanted him to live on. The same way her Y/n told her too. Yet part of her was still corrupted. How can he move on so quickly when she would destroy everything just to be with him again?

Anger was boiling inside her, before she could ask any further, they heard a little girl's voice. "Daddy?" Wanda was shocked to her core. Y/n... has a daughter.

Y/n quickly wiped his tears and turned around to face the 4 year old girl. "Heyy pumpkin." The little girl ran over to her father as he bent down to pick her up. "What are you doing up this late huh?" He asked her.

"Bad dream..." The little girl said while rubbing her eyes, yet it was clear she was still sleepy. Y/n turn to face Wanda with a gentle smile as he held his daughter.

Wanda was speechless, the sight... warmed her shattered heart. She was happy for him, but devastated that he had built a life... without her. The thought of Y/n having a kid, a family with someone else felt like a stab in her heart.

"Who's that?" The little girl asked, pointing at Wanda who was standing a few centimeters away from them with her hand on her chest. Trying so hard not to burst into tears.

Shit... how should he say this. "Honey, this is..." He wanted his daughter to know. But, she was too young. "...a very dear friend of mine. She has magical powers and came to visit me."

'Dear friend', so Wanda truly is out of his life.

The little girl waved at Wanda. "Hello!"

"Hi..." Wanda whispered. She wanted to hold the little girl. Wanda felt some sort of connection with her that she couldn't quite pin. It seems like the little girl felt the same as she leaned towards Wanda with grabby hands. Y/n took a few steps closer to Wanda, slowly.

"I think she wants to be held by you." Y/n said, looking at his daughter lovingly.

"May I?" Wanda asked, glancing at him. He nodded and gently moved his daughter onto Wanda's arms. The first thing the little girl did was reach up to touch her crown while giggling. “Oh-“

The action caused Wanda to laugh a little too. His daughter is beautiful. She definitely has her father’s hair. But her facial features probably leaned more towards her mother, whoever it is. Probably someone she knew as the little girl looked so... familiar.

“Magic?” The little girl asked.

Wanda smiled gently as she hovered her hand in front of the little girl. She projected a tiny rabbit that hopped around her hand, causing the little girl to giggle while clapping her hand. The bunny hopped around the little girl as well before disappearing into a red mist.

Unbeknownst to Wanda, Y/n doing everything in his powers not to break down at the sight before him. “Are you friends with my mama?

Wanda didn’t know how to answer that. “Um…”

“My daddy says my mama has magic powers, like you!” The little girl explained.

“Has your Mama talked about me?” Wanda asked, trying to keep her voice steady. The only other person who she know was a witch is Agatha.

"No..." The little girl said sadly. "Dad says she's somewhere up there." She pointed at the ceiling, Wanda understood what she meant. "He said we'll visit her one day!"

"Oh... I see." Well, what was she supposed to say. The little girl then played with her crown again, and Wanda lets her. Loving smile plastered on her face. It seems like the little girl was studying her face as well??

"You look a little bit like her?" Y/n's daughter blurted out. Could it be? No it can't be. "My mama had brown hair though, yours is red."

Deciding she didn't want to get her hopes up, she asked the girl a question. Hoping to steer the subject. "What's your name?"

"Wanda." The little girl answered, she was too pre occupied with Wanda's crown to notice the shift in Wanda's expression. "My daddy says my mama has the same name too." The little girl added.

Oh... It all makes sense now. The connection she felt toward the little girl.

Wanda finally glanced at Y/n who had a sorrow look plastered across his face. That was when she finally noticed the difference, this Y/n indeed looked much much older than the one from her universe. Her heart stammering in her chest. This wasn't just Y/n's daughter... It's their's.

Y/n approached the two of them, they didn't know how long time had passed. Probably a while, as little Wanda had decided to nestle on the crook of her mother's neck with her eyes closed. Wanda searched Y/n's eyes for explanation.

"You-" He corrected himself, "Her mother, had complications with pregnancy." He explained while tucking a hair behind his daughter's ear, watching her sleeping form with a small smile. "So, Tony made us an artificial womb to carry this little devil."

Wanda looked at his- her daughter's sleeping form. It felt surreal.

"But uh..." His voice cracked slightly, "Wanda and I got sent on a mission, to bring everyone back from the snap. We won... but I lost her." It was clear that the memory brought so much pain to him. "Not long after that this little bug was born. Wanda... never got to meet her. So I named her after her mother."

No wonder the girl looked familiar, she had took on most of Wanda's facial feature. Her nose, her face structure, but most notably her eyes. She looked exactly like how she was when she was younger.

"I would never forget you, Wanda." He whispered so only she could hear. Wanda glanced at Y/n who had tears in his eyes.

Wanda was at lost for words, the only thing she could came up with was. "She has your hair."

Y/n chuckles, "Yeah... that's kind of the only thing she got from me." He had a longing look as he stared at little Wanda holding onto her mother. A sight he wished he could've seen with his Wanda, but she was taken away from him before she could ever meet her own daughter. "I was lost for days, but then when she was born I-" He stopped himself, trying to find the right words. "I had to be strong, for her sake."

Y/n slowly wrap his arms around the two of them, the sight of the family was perfect. America, who had been watching their whole conversation was touched by the image. To see the contrast of how Wanda used her powers in front of her daughter. How tender she was, the power that caused so much chaos to be used in such a gentle way. It reminds her a little bit of her own mothers.

"If she wasn't here I-" Y/n's words got stuck in his throat, "I think I would've..." Yet Wanda knew what he meant, her heart shattered for him.

"Y/n..." Wanda closed the distance and rested their foreheads once more with their daughter sleeping soundly on her shoulder.

They stayed there for a few minutes, just enjoying the warmth from each other. Wanting so badly to be the perfect family that they could've been if the universe wasn't so cruel. Another thought creeped into his mind, how was he supposed to explain this to their daughter when she remembers?

Surely it was probably because of sleepiness that she couldn't properly remember her mother's face. But she has seen multiple pictures of her mother, how was he supposed to explain that this Wanda was a variant.

His thoughts was so loud that Wanda could hear it clearly. "It's ok." She said, giving him a reassuring smile. Wanda raised her hand slowly, little red mist emitting from the tip of her fingers. She tapped their daughter's temple ever so gently. Causing little Wanda to nestle further into her neck with a faint smile.

"Rest your head and go to sleep, little one. When you wake up, this will all just be a dream." Wanda whispered.

ᗢ

"Hey, pumpkin. Time to wake up." Wanda Y/l/n, slowly opened her eyes. She yawned and stretched her arms. Her father was smiling softly at her, she sat up on her bed and rubbed her eyes.

"I had a dream..." The little girl told her father. Unknown to her, Y/n tensed slightly.

"Was was it about?" He asked.

"Mama came to visit us instead." The little girl didn't understand why, but she felt extremely sad as she started to cry. Y/n was quick to pull her into a hug.

"Shhh... It's ok little one, don't you cry." He held his daughter as she cried in his arms. "Everything's gonna be alright."

"Why couldn't she stay?"

He thinks for a second before answering, "I know mommy's not here right now, but I promise she's gonna be alright."

And if you ask me to, daddy's gonna buy you a mockingbird. Imma give you the world. Imma buy a diamond ring for you, Imma sing for you, I'd do anything for you To see you smile

#wanda maximoff #wanda #wanda maximoff angst #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x male reader #wanda x you #wanda x y/n #wanda maximoff x male reader #wanda x masculine!reader #wanda x male y/n #mcu #wanda imagine #scarlet witch #the scarlet witch

[dailyjakeamy]

Brooklyn Nine Nine (2013-2021) The Jimmy Jab Games (S02E03)

#jake x amy #brooklyn nine nine #b99edit #userbbelcher #dailyflicks #chewieblog #cinematv #userleila #nessa007 #usermacperalta #userives #userharumi #userrlaura #userlix #useralison #userlauraj #jemmablossom #2x03 #gifs #by marella

[whitecrossgirl]

Luke: *messing around with a pregnancy bump during the BAU’s Jimmy Jab Games*

Garcia: *swats the pretend bump*

Luke: Hey! Don’t you dare touch Penelope Junior! That’s right! It’s YOUR baby!

Garcia: Are you saying I knocked you up?

Luke: *fake crying* You sure did!

#criminal minds #incorrect quotes #source: brooklyn nine nine #garvez #luke alvez #penelope garcia #where did Luke get a bump? 🤷🏻‍♀️

[wren-kitchens]

a party goes awry (in the best possible way)

TW: alcohol, suggestive (kind of, like there’s no sex or anything), making out

hey guess who learnt how to use ao3 links properly

anyway i’m mentally ill over flower ranchers and this took me a week so please reblog lmao

scott is lost in his thoughts again. it seems to be happening a lot recently, now everyone is back together. without the existential threat of permanent death looming over them, he has more time to actually think about things. 

and boy, are there a lot of things to think about.

the one he can’t seem to shake is the question that’s been bugging him for most of the past year and a half: feelings? he doesn’t quite know if he still likes jimmy— having your stomach do somersaults every time you see someone probably means you still like them, right? — but recently a new problem has arisen. tango.

jimmy and tango definitely like each other. and, maybe, scott has found himself watching tango for a little too long to be considered friendliness.

but he can hardly help it. everyone is in their server’s skins, not the life series’ ones now, and god . no one can blame him for staring, not when tango is in blue and black robes, a dark metal crown and black eyeliner and lipstick . and scott thought his own lipstick was cool.

scott is spending a lot of time alone now. not on purpose, but he just can’t find the energy needed to hide his feelings, and honestly, blushing and stammering all the time is just embarrassing.

on the third day, grian (the creator of the life servers) hosts a server-wide party, mainly to remind everyone of the funniest deaths and mishaps over the past 3 games.

nearly everyone looks very different than they did on the life games. of course, there are some people who dress the same no matter what, but for the most part, everyone is looking around at everyone else (mostly the empires members) with surprise.

scott has spent most of the party wandering around, carefully avoiding tango and jimmy, and taking pointed sips of his wine every time one of them looks up at him. until, that is, cleo grabs his wrist and pulls him into a corner, ignoring his yelp of shock.

“are you just gonna ignore them this whole time?” she asks. “because it’s starting to get painful to watch.”

“that- well, that was the plan .” scott says, greatly surprised that he hasn’t spilled his wine. “I avoid them, tango goes back to hermitcraft and I can go back to empires. jimmy lives, like, a thousand blocks away, i’ll be fine.”

cleo raises a disapproving eyebrow. “and you think that’s healthy ?” 

“it can’t end up too bad.” scott says.

“I think very much it can.” cleo says. “have you seen grian and scar?”

“shit, are they still not together?” scott asks.

“nope.” cleo says. “and that’s exactly what people will be saying about you-“ she jabs him in the chest. “-if you don’t get your crap together.”

“ they’re together, cleo.” scott says. he glances briefly at them, and regrets it immediately. they’re dancing together, jimmy’s arms around tango’s waist, tango’s head resting on jimmy’s shoulder. his heart plummets. 

“see.” he gestures towards them, trying to swallow the lump in his throat.

“scott-“ cleo’s voice is gentler now.

“i’m gonna go get a drink.” scott says, putting his wine on the closet table. they’ve just kissed. “something stronger.”

as he reaches the bar, he finds grian there, bottle in hand and looking as bad as scott feels. his wings are massive compared to the fledgling size they usually are on the life servers.

“evening.” scott says. 

“hey.” grian’s voice is flat and he’s looking at something. scott follows his gaze at his eyes land on scar, talking animatedly to mumbo.

scott sits on the barstool next to grian. he orders a beer then says, “you too then, huh.”

“yep.” grian says. “who is it for you?”

“probably the two in the strongest relationship on this server.” scott says, nodding in thanks to the bartender and taking his drink.

“shit.” grian says sympathetically.

“doesn’t look like you have it much better.” scott says. 

grian gives a humourless laugh. “oh, definitely not. god, why do I fall for the most unattainable people.”

“i’ll drink to that.” scott raises his bottle. 

grian clanks his own bottle against scott’s. 

“this,” pearls voice says. “is a very, very sad sight.”

“oh, leave us be.” grian says as scott takes a gulp of beer. 

“let us wallow in self pity. as a treat.” scott says. his thoughts are starting to feel a bit fuzzy around the edges.

“hear, hear.” grian agrees, who, by the looks of it, is also starting to get a bit drunk. his eyes are slightly crossed.

scott watches as tango spins jimmy around. they’re both laughing, their eyes crinkled up, smiles wide. they’re everything.

“-cott? scott!” 

scott starts a little and looks up at pearl. “hi.”

“you were just zoned out.” pearl frowns. “did you hear anything I said?”

“no.” scott says.

“I said that if you two carry on drinking like this, you’ll not be able to remember the past year.” she says appraisingly.

“ good .” scott says and takes another drink. 

“you’re meant to be running an empire when you get back.” pearl says. 

“oh, I don’t care .” scott waves a hand clumsily. 

“yeah, let the man be sad in peace.” grian says. 

“you shouldn’t be drinking either.” pearl rounds on him. “remember what happened last time?”

“no one cares how many eyes I have.” grian says, slurring his words ever so slightly. “it was fine . everyone’s here, aren’t they?”

“honestly..” pearl mutters. “fine, you two drink yourselves to death, i’m going to the snack bar.”

scott shrugs and returns his gaze to jimmy and tango. the song has changed, and now they’re stood and talking to scar.

scott grins. “hey, they’re talking to each other.” he elbows grian.

“do you reckon we can make ‘em jealous by, like..” grian trails off, frowning. “what can we do?”

“we could dance together.” scott suggests. 

grian takes another drink and spills a bit on his jumper. “can you dance?”

“no.” scott scoffs. “who cares?”

“I like your style.” grian nods at him.

scott slides off his barstool with less grace than he’d prefer, leaving his drink on the bar. he offers grian his hand. “shall we?”

grian’s grin is lopsided. “we shall.”

what they quickly learn is that, whilst they’re bad at dancing at the best of times, they are abysmal when drunk. they stumble, and crash into each other, and grian has smacked scott with one of his wings at least 3 times, and it’s so much fun. 

them both being drunk definitely helps, but after a minute they’re nearly collapsing with laughter, their original purpose almost completely forgotten.

almost completely forgotten.

as the second song fades out, scott spots scar moving towards the bar, a very miserable expression on his face. 

scott leans in to grian. “call scar over to dance.” it’s not quite a whisper, but it was meant to be. 

grian turns around, his grin widening as he sees scar. 

“scar!” he waves, jumping up and down. “scar, come dance with us!” 

scar’s expression visibly changes to excitement in a second, and he quickly walks over, almost disregarding his cane.

“yay!” grian hugs scar once he reaches them. 

“oh, hello.” scar chuckles. when grian stands back again, scar surveys him. “you’re drunk?”

“very drunk.” grian giggles. “I missed you!”

“aww.” scott grins. “you two are the best couple.”

“we’re, uhm. not- not a couple.” scar’s face is bright red.

scott frowns. are they not? he definitely remembers something about them dating. or was it them liking each other? it’s a bit fuzzy. “really? you should be.”

“yeah we should.” grian nods. “you’re handsome.”

“I- you- um. what?” scar stammers.

“can I kiss you?” grian asks. 

scott doesn’t reckon he’s seen a man look more flustered than scar does right now.

“you’re- but you’re drunk, you might regret it.” scar manages.

“well that depends on if you love me too.” grian says. 

“I- god, you - really ?” scar says. 

“I need a yes or no.” grian says. “to both.”

“yes.” scar says. “yes, to- to both.”

grian doesn’t waste any time. he grabs the collar of scar’s shirt, pulls him down and kisses him. they kiss for just enough time for it to have embarrassed scott if he was sober, before grian pulls away.

“i’m gonna go now, plan worked.” grian tells scott.

scott grins. “oh yeah.” 

“plan- what?” scott hears scar say as grian and he walk off, towards the door.

scott moves back over to the bar. jimmy and tango are dancing again, so his part of the plan obviously didn’t work. ah well, one out of two ain’t bad. is that how the saying goes?

he orders another beer, starts to watch jimmy and tango again, and..

well, that’s where everything goes fuzzy. the alcohol starts to get the better of him, and he can’t seem to keep everything straight (ha). 

one minute he’s at the bar, the next he’s by jimmy and tango, and the next..

—-

scott’s skull has been smashed in with a hammer. it must have been — there’s no better explanation for how much it hurts. he registers the feeling of a duvet over him, and he’s definitely wearing less clothes than he last remembers. his shoes, hat and coat are gone, at least.

he opens his eyes, and luckily the room is dark enough for it not to make his headache worse. he still has to squint though. 

“christ alive.” he mutters. his throat is hoarse and scratchy when he speaks. “what even..” he turns over and nearly jumps out of his skin. 

next to him, is jimmy’s face, looking worriedly at him.

“jesus-!” scott scrambles back slightly, then winces as his head throbs in protest.

“sorry, sorry.” jimmy says, stepping backwards hurriedly. “um. how are you feeling?”

“like someone’s cracked my head open.” he groans, sitting up. “what even happened?”

“you don’t remember?”

the door opens and tango walks in, turning the light on. the sudden light makes scott’s head feel even worse, and he scrunches up his eyes in protest.

however, after a second, he realises that there is red and black lipstick smudged on jimmy’s face and neck. with dawning horror, he looks over at tango to see his own lipstick smeared, with the unmistakable red of scott’s accompanying it.

“oh no.” scott mutters.

“you were,” tango grins as he sees scott’s face. “ extremely drunk last night. not that i’m complaining.”

**

scott decides he’s spent too much time sitting around, as he finishes his 3rd beer. he stands up, stumbling, and walks determinedly over to tango and jimmy. 

“i’m gonna be honest here,” scott says, startling the two a little. “you are the most handsome people i’ve ever met.”

“you-“ jimmy’s face goes pink. “um. thank you.”

“you’re kind.” tango chuckles, blushing. “are you drunk?”

“mm.” scott grins.

his thoughts are all sloshing around in his mind, but the only one he can grasp is that he really wants to kiss these two people.

it all goes a little blurry, and scott isn’t quite sure how it happens, but the next thing he knows he’s backed up against the wall, kissing jimmy. they both have smears of black lipstick on their necks.

scott pulls back from the kiss to mouth down the side of jimmy’s throat. jimmy makes a noise that’s somewhere between a sigh and a groan.

suddenly, he’s kissing tango, and his brain feels like mush. his legs turn to jelly as tango’s teeth graze his bottom lip, and he has to lean against the wall for support.

both jimmy’s and tango’s lips are on his neck now, and scott might be about to die. this theory is proved when he feels teeth against his skin and he practically collapses, groaning.

***

“oh, god .” scott buries his face in his hands. “i’m never getting drunk again.”

“you’re a good kisser.” tango smirks. “jimmy’d said, but I never knew how good.”

“why did you get so drunk?” jimmy asks, briefly glaring at tango. “you never really did before.”

“it’s stupid.” scott looks up again. “i’d spent the past few days avoiding you because i didn’t want to make a fool of myself, and then there was the party and you were dancing together and kissing and- ugh, I was jealous.”

“aw, you were jealous?” tango says. “oh my god, wait, that’s why you were avoiding us?”

“yes.” scott blushes. “it’s embarrassing now .” 

“you’re adorable.” jimmy grins. “what was up with you and grian then?”

“a series of drunken decisions.” scott says. “grian was at the bar when I was there, and we both got equally drunk, and decided to dance together on the off-chance it made you guys and scar jealous.”

“you did that on purpose?” tango exclaims. 

“it worked on you?” scott asks, surprised. “I thought it was just scar.”

“yeah, well.” tango is blushing. “he was the first to go to the bar. we assumed there was nothing between you after grian kissed scar.”

“I still consider that my finest idea.” scott says. “just how long have we been waiting for them to get together?” 

“too long.” jimmy shakes his head solemnly. 

“so, um. what does that make us?” tango asks.

“well, i mean,” scott says, suddenly nervous. “i’d like to be.. well, more than friends. only- only if you guys-“

“I think we’re okay with it.” jimmy says, looking to tango.

“yeah. definitely okay with it.” tango nods.

“boyfriends?” scott asks, failing to disguise his excitement.

“boyfriends.” 

—-

word, it seems, has gotten ‘round, and in the afternoon everyone meets up to discuss the happenings of the night prior. a few people look a bit hungover, but no one as much as scott and grian.

grian looks both proud and incredibly embarrassed, and he keeps pulling up the collar of his jumper. scar is wearing a turtleneck, talking to mumbo.

scott grins and walks up to him. “so, you guys had fun last night?”

grian huffs. “yeah, well. we were.. a little tired of pining.” his eyes land on something on scott’s neck. “looks like you did too.” he smirks.

“oh, that’s just from the makeup wipes.” scott says, but when he holds a hand against his neck, his fingers press on a bruise, making him hiss with pain. 

“i don’t think that’s makeup wipes.” grian smirks.

scott’s face burns. “oh my god.” he mutters, trying to pull his coat’s collar higher on his neck. with increasing horror, he glances behind him at tango and jimmy, and realises that they have very similar bruises on their own necks. 

grian cackles. “oh my god, did you not know?”

“it was- they were covered with makeup!” scott says, hurriedly feeling for any more, and finding at least 2 more. “the wipes- it usually makes the area sting a bit, I just thought-“

he turns around and gestures urgently for jimmy and tango to join him. they do, and scott hurriedly tells them. it gives him some reassurance that they’re as panicked as he is. jimmy ties his bandanna higher on his neck, and tango pulls his hood around his.

“oh, hey guys.” scar says cheerily, walking to them. he slips his hand into grian’s, who in turn blushes. “aw, you keep doing that.” scar grins, looking down at him.

“leave me alone, this is new.” grian says.

“what do we say to scott for getting you together?” scott grins, thankful for the change in topic.

grian rolls his eyes. “thank you.” he drones. 

“I still can’t quite believe you’ve liked me this whole time.” scar says. “like, it’s been-“

“years.” scott, tango and jimmy finish in unison. 

“you all knew ?” grian exclaims.

“you think you were subtle?” tango says. “the only people who didn’t know were you guys.”

grian scoffs and looks up at scar. “can you believe this?”

scar shrugs. “yes. I didn’t realise you were my soulbound until the second time you dropped dripstone on my head.” he laughs as grian slaps his arm. “well you asked!”

“how did you guys get together then?” grian asks.

scott feels himself blush. “well. I don’t really remember how .”

“you came up to us, drunk as anything, and called us ‘the most handsome people’ you’d ever met.” tango grins.

“then you started talking about how much you wanted to kiss us.” jimmy adds. “it sounded more like you were just voicing your thoughts, actually.”

“oh, kill me now.” scott buries his face in his hands. 

“and then-“

“no, I remember that bit quite well.” scott says quickly.

grian laughs. “oh, i’m sure you do.”

“shut up.” scott says. “don’t think I didn’t notice scar’s turtleneck; you usually have to tell him to put his shirt on every ten seconds.”

“alright, alright, i’m sure both of you got a nice amount of hickeys.” cleo’s voice cuts through, embarrassingly loud. “you don’t have to compete, it’s okay.”

“ cleo .” grian hisses, pink again.

“oh, come on, you five are the topic of the server!” cleo grins. “i’ve won so much money since yesterday, it’s amazing. so please, keep talking incredibly obviously about you making out last night.” 

“I did tell you not to get so drunk.” 

scott yelps in shock, jumping sideways. pearl has just appeared next to him.

“jesus!” scott says.

pearl laughs. “it is not hard to overhear you.”

“i’d say it was worth it.” tango says to scott. 

“i’m just hoping you don’t have to be drunk to do that again.” jimmy smirks.

scott turns bright pink. “I can’t believe I fell for you two.”

“but you did~” jimmy singsongs. 

“oh, I really did.” scott smiles. he nudges jimmy. “I never knew you had a thing for ice wizards.”

“oh shut up.” jimmy blushes. “it’s a coincidence .”

“someone has a type~” tango teases, in the same tone as jimmy.

“I do not .” jimmy protests. 

“is it the blue hair?” scott says.

“I reckon it’s the blue hair.” tango nods. 

“you were blonde when I started dating you.” jimmy reminds him.

“yeah, and I wasn’t an ice wizard when you first dated me .” scott says. “it just happens.”

“hey, maybe jimmy doesn’t have a type, maybe he just bestows ice powers onto whoever he dates.” tango says.

“ooh, yeah!” scott says. “I already had the blue hair, maybe that just comes with the ice.”

“ guys .” jimmy says. “I don’t give people ice magic when I date them.” 

“aw, really?” tango whines. “but that’d be- mmph!”

jimmy has interrupted him by kissing him. “shush about the ice magic.” he says.

tango blushes. “yep, will do.” 

scott laughs. “i hope you do, though. maybe i’ll get the magic again, that was fun.”

jimmy makes an annoyed noise, before grabbing the collar of scott’s shirt and kissing him, hard. scott’s brain short-circuits, and now all he can think is how much he missed kissing jimmy.

“I think you’ve effectively shut both of them up.” grian’s voice says from a distant world that isn’t this kiss.

jimmy pulls back, grinning. 

“jesus.” scott mutters to himself.

“hear hear.” tango agrees.

grian bursts out laughing. “oh my god, you guys are made for each other.”

scott doesn’t know how he got so lucky.

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Your Love Is Like A Wave (And It's Drowning Me Out) - 9k Words

A series of Majorwood drabbles, starting in Double Life and going through the next season, and bleeding into New Life as well

Or: 9k words of majorwood just for all of you 💖

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Martyn is currently sitting by a cobblestone box, giggling to himself slightly. Said cobblestone box contains Jimmy, a red life, who he and the rest of his weird little quartet of yellows managed to kidnap. He doesn’t know exactly why he’s giggling though.

Well he kinda does, because this whole thing is a little funny. Jimmy still has air, and can see the sky, so for now he’s just loudly complaining and calling for his rancher to come to rescue him, all the while slinging curses at the other four. Pearl’s sitting on the edge of the box, dangling a hand in ever so often. Like the caged canary were some sort of wild animal that could bite at any moment, instead of ya know their friend? (To be fair Jimmy had tried to bite her once, but it probably wasn’t serious. Probably. )

Cleo is closer to him than Pearl is, making her own comments and jabs about the situation. And sandwiched right between them is Scott, and that man is the whole reason why Martyn isn’t sure why he’s giggling.

Making fun of Tim like this is always funny to an extent, but at some point Martyn’s brain laser focused on Scott and decided to never focus on anything else ever. Pearl and Cleo might as well not even be here, and Jimmy is only there to his brain because of his near constant back and forth with Scott. The man is close to him, very close, and taking quite a good amount of joy in teasing his former husband. All Martyn has been able to think about for the past five, maybe ten minutes is the sound of Scott’s voice and how nice his laugh sounds.

He already knew he had sort of a thing for Cleo. That was a given, they were soulmates, and Martyn was very weak for pretty people. But he wasn’t expecting Scott to be lumped in as well. It’s not like there was anything wrong with Scott, or that he wasn’t attractive or something. It’s just that their relationship has never been….positive in these games? And especially not now that Cleo hates him.

He ends up staring apparently, and maybe looking a little too taken with the man beside him at one point. Scott does catch his gaze for a moment, but that doesn’t stop Martyn from zoning out and staring. Cleo does though, her icy undead gaze seeing right through him. He looks aways, ears turning a little red, just as they hear Tango’s voice coming from over the hill.

“Ya know he’s into you, right?” Cleo says one day.

“What?” Scott mutters back, having literally no idea what they're talking about. “ He ” could literally be eleven other people on this server, most of whom claim to be in a happy relationship or something. So for their sakes Scott hopes the mysterious he does not like him, even if being a homewrecker and stealing Bdubs’s dream would be kinda funny.

“Martyn, he’s into you.” The zombie repeats herself, giving him a slightly unimpressed look. “You’ve noticed the staring, right?”

“Yeah,” Scott huffs, looking back over the ravine. “But I thought he was staring at you, because you were right next to me, or he was being…..being well Martyn. ”

“ Oh you’ve got to be kidding me!” Cleo exclaims, looking at him like he’s a ghost. “I caught him staring at you the other day and he blushed! ” They look like they’re ready to grab Scott by the shoulders and shake him for being so oblivious. He also gets the vibe that she’s trying to push them together for some reason, which is weird because the zombie absolutely despises that man right now. Scott would know, she’s told him as much on late night “our soulmates suck” rants.

He hums in response, deciding that looking anywhere else was better than meeting Cleo’s gaze at the moment. She was giving him a look, one of those I can’t believe your this stupid looks.

“Pretty sure I’m not into him, so…” Scott mutters after a moment.

“You were staring dreamily at his base when I brought that up.”

He opens his mouth to reply, but promptly closes it when no words come to him. He’s not into Martyn, wouldn’t be in a million years. Even that sounds like the words of a man in denial, and Scott has to stiffen a sigh; eyes now purposely staying very far away from where the blonde's ugly little baston lies. It is always there though, in the corner of his vision, tempting him to look over again.

Martyn sat on the edge of the island, humming absentmindedly to himself; feet dangling in the water below. He was taking a break for…whatever he’d been doing before, and was now just watching the grass slowly spread across the manmade island, pondering all the while. He wasn’t pondering anything bad, no not at all! He didn’t have anything bad to ponder about in the first place. He loved being a Mean Gill, and was very grateful that Scott had allowed him to stay. There was just a slight, erm, issue .

His little….lets call it an infatuation from the previous season had come back. It was in full force too, to make matters worse.

Martyn could feel himself blushing red at the thought, and tried very hard to stop that. How would he explain sitting there, randomly red as a tomato, to anyone who saw? Because TIES could very easily see him, and Scott was probably somewhere nearby. The awful, pretty, beautiful, absolutely horrible man that was making him like this in the first place.

The blonde kicked at the water, watching it ripple and splash. Why did emotions have to be so weird?

Ever since he’d teamed up with the man, Martyn's thoughts had become filled with nothing but Scott. He’d laid awake, bed agonizingly close to the others, and thought about how pretty his eyes were. How he could drown in them and wouldn’t even complain. He thought about his hair, how soft it looked, how he desperately wanted to play with it and run his fingers through it. He thought how not only did Scott have fish features now, which were a little hot honestly, he also had freckles; which were fucking adorable , actually? Martyn didn’t even know he had a thing for freckles or fish people before, but you learn something new everyday he supposed.

He thought about pressing kisses to each of Scott’s freckles, of holding his face and cuddling him late in the night. He thought about how he always had to keep his gaze away from Scott’s lips, how he had to ignore the impulse to kiss him out of the blue because that was weird and wrong and Scott didn’t even like him back.

Martyn kicked the water again, with more force this time. He watched the ripples and splashes again, ones that were now more forceful, and was aware that his face was probably souring a little.

It was never like this before, never like this with Ren. With ren they’d just…. been something from the start it felt like. Maybe that was because Ren’s affection was loud, something he wasn’t shy about; so Martyn hadn’t been shy either. That feeling had burned pleasantly, it had been all consuming and the light he clung onto in the darkest days.

But now Ren wasn’t here, and Martyn didn’t have that light, that comfort . Martyn didn’t have that all consuming fire anymore. He’d been a little taken by them both he thinks, in Double Life. But back then Ren was bright and familiar and well….his usual self. Scott had been hurt, had been colder, would sneer at him and Pearl after throwing them out. It was hard to admit a guy was pretty when you saw his actions drive someone closer to insanity is all. (Though Martyn had also left her, which he felt bad about in hindsight, but at the time it was never their fault to his head. It was always Scott and Cleo ; they were always the bad guys . And now he knows there were no bad guys in that situation, that yeah maybe all four of ‘em kinda sucked and treated each other like shit.)

WIthout Ren, without the complications that came with soulbonds, this feeling had creeped up on him. It had ensnared him and wouldn’t let go; it’d stuck its tendrils in him and he couldn’t pull them out. And Martyn didn’t want to let go of it either, because Scott made him feel warm and fuzzy and bright and he adored it. He adored him , even if this was the most painful unrequited slow burn he’d ever been tangled up in.

Scott’s voice called his name from somewhere behind them, presumably their shared house, and Martyn jumped. His heart skipped a few beats in his chest, and dear god the blonde could feel himself swooning and he wasn’t even within bloody eyesight of Scott yet. He took a deep breath, tried to calm his probably flushing face and stood up, wincing at how soaked his sandals were. Yeah, maybe this was more than an infatuation , and he’d be an absolute idiot to keep thinking that. Maybe he was a little down bad, if you must. Maybe he had a little crush even.

He called back to the other, slowly walking back. He briefly thought about the teasing flirts Scott gave him, and the ones that sounded a little too shy, when Scott flushed the slightest bit of pretty light pink as he spoke. Those were the ones Martyn didn’t think were his teammates normal “flirt with every man in a five mile radius” bit. He thought, desperately hoped, that they were real.

And if Scott was going to flirt so much Team TIES asked about it once, why not play into the bit a little more? Martyn normally wasn’t one to be shy with his affections like this, and just because Scott made him feel like a lovesick schoolgirl, made him feel like no one else ever would, didn’t mean he had to be.

Martyn reached their storage room with a smile and decided yeah, he'll have some fun with this. Maybe he’d get a yes or no at the end of it too.

They're standing there, talking with Jimmy when it happens. Scott’s forgotten why they were at the mansion in the first place really, just that they were there. The conversation had turned to friendly teasing at one point, as it always does with the blonde avian. The two Mean Gills admittedly aren’t very good at not taking the mick out of him.

Today the teasing is because of how Jimmy looks at them both. His gaze is shifting in between them, focusing on the way Martyn stands a little too close to Scott; close enough to be something more than friendly. Close enough where if he wanted to, Scott could easily slip a hand into Martyn’s warm ones and never let go.

The two islanders exchange a subtle little look at one point, and it’s clear both of them have come to the same conclusion. His teammate turns back to Jimmy, a devilish little smile dancing on his lips, and Scott is a little excited (and maybe nervous) to see what he does with that new information.

"What Tim?" Martyn teased lightly, a smirk forming on his face. "Ya jealous that your ex got a new partner?" And oh . That’s where Martyn’s taking this. Scott’s breath hitches slightly, and he hopes the other two don’t notice as the word partner starts to repeat over and over again in his head. The word is soon on loop, like it’s coming from a broken record player, and Scott has to tell himself it means nothing. They're not partners….like that . They’re base partners , allies , and most disappointedly just friends ; even if half the server does think otherwise.

Scott gets a grip of his reeling thoughts after a moment, replacing them with curiosity. He decides to say nothing, and let Martyn go…wherever he’s going with this still.

"No." Jimmy replies a moment later, his voice stiff and controlled. He's still looking at them, and at how close they are. He isn't fooling anyone with that, because they can both see the jealous glint in his eyes and how his wings have puffed up behind him.

"You sure about that?" Scott gave the blonde a smirk of his own, a little more light than Martyn's was. He didn’t want to actually upset Jimmy with the teasing, just to poke a little fun at him. He'd also be a massive hypocrite if he made the other man feel bad or something about being jealous, because he'd literally been jealous of Tango and Jimmy last season.

However, and a little frustratingly, Martyn seemed to be working against him. The blonde moved, and before Scott knew what was happening there were arms around his waist. He blinked, feeling heat rise to his face as Martyn hugged him from behind. The blonde rested his head on Scott's shoulder, nuzzling into his neck a little. This man was horrible actually, Scott decided, and he didn’t like him at all anymore.

Jimmy caught his surprised look, and the merfolk desperately wished he didn't blush so easily. It was clear that the blonde was surprised as well, because that was a bold move Martyn had just done. The avian glanced between them one more time, clearly gathering that this was unexpected, before speaking again. "Yep, pretty sure. Goodbye now!" He huffed.

With that Jimmy turned away, clearly not wanting to witness anymore of their PDA, and scrambled his way back to the top of Bad Boy Manor. Martyn just giggled lightly next to Scott's ear and moved away.

When they returned to their island, Martyn did it once again. Scott had been standing in their little newly built storage area, searching for a material he swore he put in that chest. It almost wasn't a surprise when his teammate took a chance to hold him again, warm arms wrapping around his waist again.

"Hey" Scott whispered, letting himself lean into the touch this time.

"Hi" Martyn responded, resting his chin on Scott's shoulder once more. He heard the triumphant smile in the blonde's voice, and presumed there was blush spreading down his neck. His face felt like it was on fire, so that wasn't too surprising either.

"Was Timmy actually jealous back there?" Martyn asked against his neck, having started to nuzzle it again. Scott was really hoping that no one decided to come over right now.

"Yeah, he was." He responded, letting out a small humorless laugh.

"Probably shouldn't have pushed him so far huh." Martyn sighed. "Especially not doing….this." He'd stopped nuzzling Scott, and just buried his head in the crook of his neck instead. Scott shivered, able to feel the others warm breath ghosting over his gills and scales.

"It's fine, I'll message him later" Scott said, finally resuming his search for that material. He’d been so wrapped up in Martyn's presence, he hadn’t even realized he'd stopped doing that.

He let silence fall for a few minutes, Martyn watching as he shuffled through a seemingly endless pile of items, and listening to Scott’s mutters about how badly he needed to organize their stuff. He felt the blonde smile against his skin, before swaying them gently. This whole interaction felt so….domestic, and Scott wondered if he was wrong for wanting more.

"This is nice, though.." Scott muttered into the silence, barely audible. His frills swiveled back in embarrassment, and he felt his face start to heat up even further. There was a sudden, barely there heat against his neck, and he was pretty sure he'd made Martyn blush as well, possibly for the first time that day. It was a small win, but he'd take it. Scott had one point so far and Martyn had like five probably. Yeah that was a good guess, and Scott wouldn't be surprised if it was more. That man was very good at flirting, he had to admit.

Martyn nuzzled him again as a response, and warmth fluttered wildly in his stomach. Okay then, never mind. Martyn six , Scott one.

"I need to move, Martyn." Scott mumbled when he was done searching, fondly glancing at the other. He would love to stay like this, but he tragically could not reach the crafting table from here.

Martyn mumbled something unintelligible and maybe a little grumpy, before starting to let go of Scott’s waist. Before he let go fully, when his hands rested nicely on the merfolks hips, he leaned down to press a small kiss to the side of Scott’s neck. He pecked the other right under where his gills lay, sending yet another shiver to course though Scott.

Scott stood there for a moment, eyes wide. Hadn’t been expecting that when he woke up that morning, that was for sure. He placed a hand on his neck, feeling around his gills absentmindedly. He felt Martyn’s sly smirk on him as the blonde turned and left the room, walking back towards the upper part of their house.

Martyn hummed, standing beside Scott idly. The latter was talking with Cleo about something or other, something Martyn wasn't interested in. He wasn’t here for chatter, he was here to protect Scott. No one had tried to come from them yet, but his teammate had the most time by far. And he'll be damned if he lets anyone take that away.

Maybe he ends up staring at Scott and zoning out, just like he did back in Double Life. But by now Scott’s used to it, because Martyn can't help himself from looking at something so beautiful. By now Scott is already prepared to tease him for it on a moment's notice, so it's not a big deal like it used to be.

It had taken a while for Martyn to notice this consciously, but he found Scott's fins adorable. He liked the way they moved, how they shone and shimmered under the sunlight. They folded in when he was embarrassed or flustered, which made Martyn want to flirt and fluster him even more. And the freckles, again. God how he wanted to press kisses into each one of those.

He was blinked out of his thoughts by Cleos mildly amused gaze, and the wonderful sound of his merfolk voice.

"Did you hear me, darling?" Scott asked. Beside them, Cleo failed to muffle a wide grin.

Martyn stood there for a minute, cogs beginning to turn in his head. Scott had called him darling. Darling . He concentrated a little too hard on his rapidly beating heart, on not losing his composure and turning red a tomato, that he entirely missed the awkward silence that stretched out after the question.

"Martyn?" Scott asked again, giving him a slightly concerned, yet amused, look. "Are you okay?"

"Y-yeah I'm fine, perfectly okay!" Martyn smiled back, voice going a little higher than intended.

"Okay!" Scott smiled, turning to resume his conversation with Cleo. The merfolks smile had been a little slow and mischievous, and Martyn wanted to shrink into himself in embarrassment. Scott now knew that he was weak for pet names, and was sure to use that against him very often from now on.

Cleo just leaned in to whisper something in Scott’s ear, something that made him flush. A little perplexed, Martyn watched as he slapped her lightly on the arm; the zombie giggling all the while.

There was water rushing all around him, blood pumping through his veins and pounding in his ears. Water splashed nearby, and Martyn turned to kick at Jimmy again. The avian, who was foolish in the water when he had wings, just coughed up a bit of blood, Martyn’s shoe having caught him in the face slightly.

Jimmy wasn't made for swimming, and the yellow wings just made it harder for him too. They started to drag him down a bit with how thoroughly soaked they were getting, which made Martyn's job just a smidge easier. He knew Jimmy kinda hated swimming, so the fact that he was in the water was a testament to how desperate everyone was for time.

"Scott? Scott!?" He called, desperately splashing in the shallows by their island. He couldn't see Scott anywhere, and panic behind to swirl violently in the blonde's stomach. Where'd he go? Did someone get him? What if he's dead, what if-

"Martyn!" Scott's answering yell came from the other side of the island, a few feet off, and Martyn wished he hadn't called out. Their others now knew where his teammate was as well. Which was fine, he could handle that, he just had to swim faster.

He reached Scott in record time, having to kick and fend Jimmy off at least two more times. The other pursuers were gaining as well, and Martyn had never been more relieved to see Scott’s living face, a sword clutched closely to his chest.

"Scott!" He gasped, swimming over till they were floating face to face. They were farther out than Martyn had initially thought, but he didn't mind at all. Deeper water just made it easier to drown people. Under the water, Scott grabbed his hand and squeezed.

"Martyn! Martyn you have to kill me please!" He exclaimed, casting a fearful look over the blonde's shoulder. They could hear splashing sounds, ones that were getting rapidly closer.

If they had the time for it, Martyn's brain would've slowed down, long enough for him to sit there and gape at Scott, horrified, for at least a few minutes. But they didn't have time, quite ironically, so he just squeezed Scott’s hand back and yelled. "Why?" He asked, voice close to breaking. "I can't do that to you Scott, I-"

The merfolk cut him off by placing a hand over his mouth. "I don't want anyone else but you to have my time!" He said, staring serious into the ocean blur of Martyn’s eyes. Scott’s tone started out harsh, but turned softer with each word.

" Please. " He begged one last time, removing the hand from the blonde's mouth. Martyn said nothing for a moment, letting Scott’s sword be shoved into his own hands. He hadn’t even used it and the weapon felt dirty to hold, as if the mere suggestion was tainting it.

Under the surface two sets of legs moved to keep their owners afloat, and a tail flicked in a wild panic. Behind them the splashing got even louder, till it was roaring in Martyn's ears again. It was then he realized he didn't have a choice, did he? And pulled Scott in closer.

Scott’s breathing hitched, from fear or something else Martyn didn’t know. His hands shook, but he managed to get a surprisingly firm grip of the sword. He was going to burn it later, and make Scott a newer, better one, one that didn't remind him of one of the worst incidents of his life.

His eyes flicked down to Scott’s lips, then thought better of it. Martyn knew he didn’t want to do it this way, so he moved to press his lips to Scott’s forehead instead.

The merfolk let out a strangled cry of pain, the sword being shoved through his ribs. As he pulled the cursed weapon out, Martyn moved closer, eyes pressed shut. He peppered more kisses to Scott’s forehead, to his hair, muttering comforts; that it wouldn’t hurt for long. He buried his nose into Scott’s soft blue locks and murmured that he was sorry, tears falling from his cheeks. He did so until Scott had despawned, and there was nothing but the murder weapon for him to hold anymore. The thirty minutes that washed over him felt disgusting and vile, and he almost couldn't wait to die and lose them.

Martyn stayed there, floating on exhausted limbs, until the splashing was gone, until the roaring in his ears stopped, and until he felt okay enough to go inside and see his teammate once more.

He broke down anyways, poorly retrained tears dampening Scott's now yellow jacket. The merfolk said nothing, just let him cling to his chest and cry.

"Martyn?" Scott asked, voice groggy with sleep. He'd been awoken by shuffling sounds from somewhere else in the house. At first, he'd assumed it was Martyn using the restroom or something else you normally did at one in the morning. But then the sounds had continued, and woken him up again less than ten minutes later. He was pretty sure it was just Martyn, but got up to check anyways, in case they were actually being robbed or trapped. He didn’t wanna wake up in the morning by being exploded after all.

“Martyn?” He asked, stifling a loud yawn. Scott now stood in the doorway, his hand gripping it as he watched the blonde prepare what seemed to be some sort of drink. "Oh sorry." Martyn said, turning to face the other man. A hot mug of coffee was held in his hands, the distinct smell of it quickly crowding Scott’s sleepy senses. "Can't sleep." He mumbled the explanation a little sheepishly, like Scott would be bothered by his teammates having one off night in a death game.

He was going to not think about how the other man made coffee in a server with limited resources, because as far as Scott knew this map did not have a jungle for cocoa beans. Though it might, in the unexplored area. He wouldn’t know though, because it was unexplored and it was also one in the morning. Scott simply waved a goodbye, stifling another yawn as he turned to tiredly shuffle back to his bed, the blonde's gaze on him all the while.

An hour later, when Martyn still hadn’t gotten any quieter, was when Scott decided to make him sleep. Or else.

"Oh shit, sorry-" The blonde said a little blearily when Scott walked into the room for a second time.

"Why can't you sleep?" Scott asked bluntly, hands resting on his hips. There was a certain bit of annoyance in his voice, he was sure of it. Scott was aware he probably looked like some sort of sleep deprived, scary mother of three, but if that was the look needed to get his question answered, then so be it.

"Nightmares…about the, ya know…" Martyn seemed to shrink into himself, and not because of his teammates' tired gaze burning holes into him. He sounded so small, voice getting smaller with every word he spoke.

"No, I don't know." Scott huffed, a little more gently this time. He removed his hands from his hips, and walked till he could sit next to Martyn. The blonde had been leaning against one of their bookshelves, back looking uncomfortably pressed into the wood. Scott sat beside him now, legs crossed and a softening look on his face.

“About yesterday.” Martyn managed to choke out after a minute, hands tightening around an untouched mug of coffee. “Everytime i close my eyes all I see is you in the water….bleeding because of me.” His eyes stayed firmly focused on the dark liquid in his mug, gaze clouded and full of self hatred; if Scott wasn’t mistaken.

He didn’t think about it, just reached over and pulled Martyn into the best side hug he could muster. The blonde stiffied under him, and the merfolk could tell he was stopping himself from returning the embrace. “It’s not your fault, I told you too.” Scott mumbled, burying his face into Martyn’s shirt best he could.

“I know….” His teammate just gave a low murmur of response, slowly setting the mug of coffee on the floor next to them. Martyn moved to give him a proper hug, and Scott clinged to him like a koala clings to a tree; hoping it conveyed what he was thinking. He thought that Martyn blaming himself was stupid , because he’d asked him to do. Scott had wanted Martyn to kill him, he wasn’t bothered by it at all. He also thought he wanted another kiss, maybe in a different place than the forehead, but that wasn’t a good thing to do right now.

The blonde didn’t pull away, just held onto him tighter, moved the merfolk into his lap and buried his face into Scott’s hair. He didn’t even bat an eye when he felt the blonde’s body wrack with quiet sobs, just tried to get even closer and offer more comfort, trying to communicate that it wasn’t Martyn’s fault, because Scott had a feeling this stupid idiot wouldn’t listen to him if he just said it. He had a feeling he needed to show that it was okay as well.

Martyn didn’t cry for long, and they ended up just sitting there, holding each other until Scott had an idea. It was one of those ideas that was either going to go horribly and ruin everything, or shift something else in their dynamic. He was really hoping it was the latter as he untangled himself from Martyn, slowly getting to his feet. The other just looked at him with undisguised curiosity.

"Come on." Scott sighed, taking Martyn’s hand in his. The blonde blinked as he laced their fingers together, and Scott basically pulled him to his feet fully a moment later. The darkness of the night did its best to hide the blush spreading across both men’s cheeks, all the while Scott led Martyn back to their shared sleeping area. The other grip on his hand was tight, squeezing, and he pretended not to notice.

He let go of Martyn’s hand, albeit a little reluctantly, to move the potted plant that separated their beds. He felt a questioning and curious gaze on the back of his neck, the blonde watching as Scott quickly put their beds together. He wasn’t sure his bed would fit both of them, so he decided it was safer to just pull a Bad Boys and push all their beds together. "Don't be weird about this. It helps with my nightmares." Scott said over his shoulder, turning his head to look at his teammate.

Martyn looked a little dumbfounded, his eyes flicking between Scott and the now double bed. If either of them were in a more awake state of mind, the merfolk was sure one of them would’ve made some sort of inappropriate joke. Not that Scott would’ve minded sharing a bed that way, just not right now when he was tired and Martyn was an emotional wreck.

He flashed Martyn a fond yet toothy smile, and patted the sheets before moving to lay down. Scott felt the blonde join him under the covers a minute later, and drifted close to the warmth almost unknowingly.

They laid awake together for a few minutes, before one of them finally gained some confidence. Martyn, probably thinking Scott was asleep, moved closer. He wrapped his arms around the merfolk slowly, eventually holding the other in his arms fully. Scott held back a content little sigh, fully melting against the blonde. He snuggled even closer, back comfortably pressed against his teammates chest.

The two woke up in a similar position in the morning, holding each other and legs tangled together. They didn’t comment on it, Martyn only muttering thanks, and that it did help his nightmares. Scott said he’d push their beds apart later.

He never quite got around to doing that in the end, but Martyn never complained.

Scott blinked in the dim light, Martyn now leaning over him slightly. Oh . He was being pressed against a wall, their underwater hideout suddenly becoming more cramped and small than it already was.

"I thought you were gonna die back there." The blonde mumbled, resting his forehead on Scotts. His eyes were firmly pressed shut, and his body seemed to relax for the first time all day, shoulders sagging. Stress lines seemed to litter his face as well, and the merfolk hated to be the cause of them. Scott’s gaze softened, pressing his own forehead against Martyns in return. I'm here. I'm alive.

"I didn't die, not yet anyways." The last part was added with a humorless chuckle. Martyn didn't find it very funny, as his face scrunched up even further.

Scott apologized by placing a delicate hand on his cheek, gently thumbing it and Martyn readily leaning into the touch. The blonde's own hands went to rest on Scott’s waist almost unconsciously, and he leaned into it with a quiet sigh.

Scott slowly titled his head to the side hesitantly, only once the blonde had opened his eyes again. It was only after Martyn himself leaned forward did Scott feel confident enough to close the gap between them, pressing their lips together softly. Martyn melted into the kiss rather quickly, which surprised Scott. It had honestly been a spur of the moment decision. He hadn’t expected Martyn to reciprocate at all, or do so readily. Martyn's lips were warm against his own, and Scott quickly realized he found it intoxicating.

One of his hands begins to tug at Martyn's hair, trying to pull his ally even closer. Martyn responded by nicking his bottom lip, and eventually slipping his tongue into Scott’s mouth, deepening the kiss. Scott happily let him, muffling a pleased little noise. Warmth fluttered in his gut, the blonde's tongue mapping out the back of his teeth, as the merfolk finally got what he'd been wanting for weeks now.

Martyn whined softly when Scott pulled away after a second, panting. Scott giggled, his frills puffing out in joy. Martyn just recaptured his lips again, Scott letting out a surprised chirp and melted into the contact even more than he had the first time.

When they parted again it was Scott's turn to whine at the loss of contact, but he understood why they'd separated so soon when he felt kisses peppering the rest of his face. The blonde kissed every part he could reach, Scott’s cheeks, his forehead, his freckles and his nose. Scott smiled, cupping Martyn's face in his hands after the other left one particularly risqué kiss on his upper neck.

They both leaned in for a third and final kiss. It was soft and chaste, and tasted sickly sweet, and everything he wanted and more. Afterwards Scott wrapped his arms around the blonde's neck, letting his weight rest on the other. Martyn just rested his head on top of the merfolks lovingly, kisses occasionally being pressed into soft blue hair.

"I love you." He said, voice slightly mumbled as he pressed his face into Martyn's shirt

"I…" The blonde seemed a little lost for words, a little choked by some emotion that Scott couldn't discern at the moment. "Yeah, me too" Martyn mumbled just as quietly, wrapping his arms around his teammate and holding him tight. Scott made a contend purring sound from the back of his throat, and allowed himself to be lost in the moment.

It was all he needed to say.

It was a nice day out, a calm day, and the Mean Gills had decided it was a good time to spend the day together. It was getting later and later into the game, and quiet days like this were becoming more rare and much more valuable. Martyn wanted Scott all to himself for as many minutes as possible that day, really he did, before the manhunts started up again and people were trying to take his partner’s from him. Time with his beloved wasn’t a thing he was willing to waste anymore, not after the first hunt for Scott and the end of it, one that still made him wake up in tears.

They stood at the side of the house together, Scott having surprised him as he went to feed their chickens. Martyn giggled, the other wrapping his arms around the blonde’s neck pulling him in for a slow kiss. He leaned into it as he always did, the pleasant feeling Scott’s lips now achingly familiar to him.

The blonde soon put the chicken feed into his inventory, sensing that the merfolk wanted to take this just a little further. And oh Martyn was so not opposed, he was the opposite of it really. Scott nipped at his bottom lip with unusually sharp teeth, and Martyn allowed the other's tongue to slip inside his mouth with ease. One of his hands went to rest in Scott’s hair, occasionally pulling it.

They parted for air after about a minute, both of them smiling and panting just a little bit. Scott looked at him lovingly, one hand beginning to play with Martyn’s ponytail idly. The ponytail was a new thing, he had figured now was a good time to try and grow his hair out, because what else did they have to do other than not die? The decision had paid off greatly, Scott saying he liked the look very much.

Martyn hummed, leaning down to place a kiss on Scott’s jawline. The merfolk giggled above him, and he took that as a sign to place even more. The kisses slowly started trailing down further, being placed under Scott’s chin, around his gills, everywhere the blonde could reach. They became gradually more open mouthed as well, until eventually a bruise was being sucked into his partner's neck. Scott, who’s knees buckled more with every kiss until he was practically leaning on Martyn, muffled a sound; one that sounded suspiciously like a whine.

"Martyn!" Soctt laughed, tugging the other away from his neck. "People can see us out here!"

"You don't wanna give them a show?" The blonde muttered against Scott’s throat, feeling the latter’s pulse begin to quicken underneath.

“No, I only want to give you one,” Scott’s response was a low and sultry murmur, one that sent shivers straight down his spine. Martyn let his face be held in gentle hands, meeting the merfolk's now half lidded gaze.

"I think I'd like a ticket to that." He mumbled in response, A hand was teasingly slipped under Scott’s jacket, and the other man let out a slight shiver. His tail began flicking around Martyn’s lower legs, the contact burning like a hot iron.

"You already have one." Scott murmured against his lips, giving Martyn another passionate kiss. The blonde made a muffled noise, moving the two of them back towards the edge of the island. His hand stayed under Scott’s shirt the whole time, roaming and exploring to his heart's content.

They had to part once they reached the water, Martyn obviously needing air to be able to hold his breath. But once they reached the cave the two were quickly on each other, Scott allowing Martyn to slam him against the stone wall. Their lips smashed together once again, the action now having a hungry air to it. Scott slipped his tongue into Martyn’s mouth, causing the other to groan. Hands went to tug at blue hair, which made the merfolk make his own sounds in response. Sharp teeth nicked at the pirates lips, and his knees damn near wobbled underneath him.

He groaned, Scott’s tongue exploring his mouth until he couldn’t breathe, lungs burning and screaming for oxygen. When they pulled away Martyn dipped his head back down, resuming his earlier work on Scott’s throat. He smirked at the low moan that came from the merfolk, and pressed another hickey into his scales.

At some point he’d picked up Scott, carrying him the short distance to the bed they kept in the secret room. He pinned the smaller to it, hands gripping his hair nicely and dagging Martyn’s head back to Scott’s neck. The blonde resumed his work, not needing to be asked twice; especially if it elicited those sounds from Scott.

Hands roamed under his shirt, ghosting over his chest before beginning the journey downwards again. All the while Martyn tried to shove Scott’s own jacket off him, moving that and his undershirt so he could have even more access. More whines came from Scott, his partner's lips now pressed to his collarbone and beginning to bite down gently. Martyn let out a groan of his own, fingers beginning to tug at his waistband.

He moved back up to Scott’s lips again, kissing him into the bed like a starving man. Scott’s hands quickly moved to grab the back of his head and keep him there, the merfolk very content to let Martyn’s tongue do whatever it pleased in his mouth. They pulled away for a final time after that, both taking in large gasps of air.

Scott cupped Martyn’s cheeks in his hands, moving the blonde’s head down until they’re foreheads touched. “We should make out more.” He stated quietly, eyes closed as he leaned into the other’s presence.

“You don’t say?” Martyn huffed, amusement leaking into his tone. Scott just hummed in response.

The pirate would’ve loved to stay and cuddle Scott more than anything, but they still had chores to do around the island. So Martyn stifled a sigh, and slowly moved off of the merfolk. Scott made a disappointed huff, and sat up on the bed.

“Gotta feed the chickens, sorry.” He mumbled. Martyn pressed a kiss to Scott’s hair, before going to exit the underwater base. The blonde heard the tell tale signs of Scott’ swimming after him a moment later, and smiled.

They reached the surface together, Martyn noticing that Scott’s shirt was still not fixed once they were on land. He flushed cherry red, wordlessly moving to fix it and hide his glorious work from the world. Scott just giggled at him, tail slapping happily against the ocean’s surface.

“Hi guys!” Skizz’s voice came from the mainland, and Martyn wanted to die right then. He wanted to be striked down by lightning right now because that was proper embarrassing and absolutely motifying .

“What were you two doing in there, huh?” Tango’s voice joined in with his teammates, just as Martyn managed to cover most of the bruises lining Scott’s fair skin. He really hadn’t realized how many he’d left, which made this interaction all the more horrible for him. Scott however, though probably a little embarrassed, was leaning into the teasing. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” He called back with a giggle. Martyn just groaned, resting his head on Scott’s chest, hands still gripping the latter’s shirt. His partner just laughed louder, pressing a fond kiss too the top of his head

Scott woke up one night with a loud yelp, loud enough for most of their neighbors to probably hear. He ripped himself free of Martyn’s grasp, breath coming out in short gasps as he did so. Tears were pricking at the corner of his vision, clouding it and making it harder to see what exactly was in front of him. In the merfolk’s panic he kicked off the covers as well, the feel of them being too overwhelming.

Martyn stirred next to him, obviously quite startled. Scott felt his partner's concerned gaze on him as he sat on his side of their beds, shaking. The blonde moved toward him slowly, and lightly placed a hand on Scott's thigh. When the merfolk didn't flinch away, his grasp became a little firmer.

"You okay?" Martyn mumbled, voice muddled with a strange mix of worry and sleep. Scott tried to open his mouth to speak, but his tongue felt as if someone had locked it in place, and now it wouldn't seem to budge. He held back a frustrated noise, and just shook his head no.

"Wanna talk about it? If you can?" Scott nodded again, and tried to get his mouth to work for the next few minutes. Martyn moved closer as he did so, bumping their shoulders together lightly. His fingers drummed on Scott's knee idly, a motion the merfolk found more comforting than he'd like to admit.

When he finally did make a sound it wasn't coherent, just a strangled sound that was supposed to be a word. Martyn smiled softly at that, and kept quietly waiting.

"….Had a nightmare." Scott muttered. "'Bout the first game."

"Third life?" Martyn clarified softly. Scott nodded.

"I saw the grave again." He continued, trying not to recall the dream too vividly, lest he start crying again. "I, ah, remembered the bunker, his death. Then it wasn't Jimmy it was…..it was you -" Scott cut himself off with a sob, the memory of the dream rattling him greatly. Martyn moved quickly, and before Scott knew it he was dampening the other’s shirt with his own tears.

He remembered how he'd lost his husband the first time, how he had been shattered into fragments with just one message. Scott didn’t even have to search his feelings for long before the grief came rushing back, crashing over him like it used to every day back then. His heart twisted painfully inside him, the moment still crystal clear in his mind.

"That's not again happen again, I promise." Martyn mumbled into his hair, gently running his fingers through it.

"How do you know that?" Scott asked, voice cracked with long ago grief. It could happen again, he could so easily lose his lover once more. It was the thing he worried about everytime Martyn tried to defend him, when Martyn shoved himself in front of a ranid army of yellows and reds to keep him safe. He always worried about having to bury Martyn, like he'd had to bury Jimmy with nothing but dirt and a lone poppy-

"Because this isn't Third Life." The blonde muttered, grip on him tightening. "There's no flower field here, and there's no banner to burn."

That made sense, Scott supposed. It made him feel better, so even if it hadn't made any sense it would still be a reasonable explanation he supposed. At that he sunk into Martyn, his teats gradually beginning to calm down. He still clung to the blonde like a lifeline though, the fear induced by the nightmare never quite leaving.

Martyn just laid them both down gently, Scott still clutched in his arms. He pulled the covers over both of them, and mumbled something about trying to get a few more hours of sleep.

Martyn respawned with a yelp, a little surprised still. He’d be killed by a random TNT minecart drop, and he was a little irritated over it. Stupid Skynet and the stupid minecarts. He was ready to go out there and shoot whoever had done it, that was an hour of his time they’d gotten away with!

“Didn’t expect you to be on top of me today.” A voice came from under him, and Martyn looked down in surprise. Under him was a very flustered looking Scott, the frills on his face pressed back in surprise. It took Martyn’s brain a few seconds to process how he’d ended up in this position, cogs turning at a painstakingly slow pace in his head.

He’d respawned in their hidden bed, naturally. It was night time. Scott was probably trying to sleep the night away. Right. Sure . That made sense, but it didn’t make either of them any less flustered. Currently Martyn was being distracted by how he was basically straddling Scott, and his partner was being pushed slightly into the white bedsheets.

“Well, I don’t think you’re minding it much.” He responded, entirely on impulse. Scott’s eyes seemed to light up with that, and he moved closer. Martyn met the merfolk’s half lidded gaze, nose bumping and breaths mingling together. The air had turned from awkward to heated very fast, and the blonde was soaking it all up like a wet sponge.

"Ya know I always had a thing for pirates…" Scott said, voice dipping lower. He ran a hand along Martyn’s chest area, where the shirt was left slightly unbuttoned, caressing his skin. The blonde shivered at the motion, his own hands running up Scott’s arms slowly.

"And I've always thought merfolk were quite sexy." He huffed in response, leaning downwards. Scott flashed him a toothy grin, going to meet the other in the middle. Their lips connected, and Scott pulled them further down onto the bed.

Martyn muffled a noise, the merfolk’s tongue slipping into his mouth for the millionth time. When Scott had said they should make out more he hadn’t been expecting this, but the pirate was so not going to complain. His fingers twisted in the other's hair, and a hand tugged on the back of Martyn’s head to keep him in place.

He pulled away first, the feeling of fire in his lungs. Scott just looked up at him with a pout, lips puffy and red. Martyn ignored the urge to lean down and ruin them some more, slowly shuffling off the bed.

“People are gonna be suspicious if I take too long respawning.” He muttered a quiet apology, watching as Scott tried to drag him back down. His partner just let out a dramatic sounding sigh. “Fine.”

“We could continue this later tonight?” Martyn offered, and Scott’s eyes lit up immediately. “Oh absolutely~” He murmured, giving the blonde one last peck on the lips. A hand thumbed over the waistband of his pants, and then Scott finally let go of him. Martyn laughed at that, ignoring the warmth fluttering inside him. “Eager aren't we?” He called as he exited the room, not waiting for the merfolk response before diving into the cool sea water.

Time was running out.

Scott stood with Impulse at spawn, discussing. They were the last three left, and they were supposedly going to have a fist fight to the death. The winner would be picked fairly, no foul play or whatever. Martyn stood beside them, oddly silent. Martyn was never silent like that. Scott wanted to reach out a hand to his partner, to hold the blonde’s own one last time. To feel Martyn’s loving embrace one last time, because this wasn’t going to end pretty.

He didn’t want to kill Martyn, and Martyn didn’t want to kill him. Unless the red life got to him, he didn’t think he could. And he didn’t want the bloodlust to get to him. He didn’t want to win again, and just standing here had already brought him far too close to that for comfort. So if it did come down to a fist fight, he would let Impulse kill him, because there was no other way to avoid it.

He didn’t reach out a hand to hold Martyn’s. Maybe because part of him knew what was going to happen, because he knew Martyn as well as a fish knew the ocean it swam in.

Impulse said something, then there was a burning in Scott's back. He screamed, feeling the unmistakable burn of lava on him, feeling the liquid splash painfully onto his tail. Impulse let out a surprised yell, and a bucket clattered to the stone ground under them. Just before the magma could finish him off, a sword sliced through his ribs, just like it had during his first death. His lover was saying something, but the merfolk couldn’t hear it over the ringing in his ears.

Martyn had killed him again, and stabbed him right in the back. Figuratively and literally. If he turned around, Scott would see a flash of pain on the blonde’s face as he did so. Scott didn’t mind though, didn’t mind dying, because third was a fine enough place to get. And probably a higher place than he deserved anyways.

My own Mean Gill. He thought, allowing the world to fade to black. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Martyn huffed, kicking his legs idly in the air. He was at least a good thousand feet off the ground now, which didn't make him feel too great. He made a mental note not to look down too much, and pondered on how exactly he was going to reach the ground again.

He'd just wanted to see what that weird little geyser did, not be permanently levitated! Now he was worried about going too high up and dying, and he'd only had these powers for like less than a week! Martyn huffed to himself again, trying to spin himself around in midair.

There was a flash of blue and orange nearby, and Martyn whipped his head around. He was met with nothing, with empty air. Like everything else around him. He gave the surrounding area a suspicious glance over, and again there was nothing. The blonde huffed at that, figuring it was just his eyes playing tricks on him or something. If he was gonna float into space he wanted it to be paranoia free, thank you very much.

The flash of color kept happening though, so much so that Martyn became more and more convinced it had to be another player messing with him. He also wished they would help get him down, not play an unwinnable game of peekaboo.

The person playing it also seemed to be getting bored, because the next time an orange flash appeared, there was a hand coming out of it. Martyn let out a small scream at that, and made himself float farther away. There was laughing beside him afterwards, and he once again spun to try and locate where the sound was coming from.

The flashes of light had apparently been portals of some kind, because one was soon open a few feet above him. Sticking out of it was the head of a man, similarly blue and orange hair falling in front of his face as he looked down at Martyn. The blonde blinked, watching the man laugh at his misery. The dude was quite nice looking, he had to admit, his features were slender and seemed to have a sort of elegance to him, and his eyes crinkled nicely when he smiled. His laugh rang through the air, a pleasing sound to listen to, and his hair was longer than it looked; most of his being kept up in two twin buns atop his head.

“Hi!” The stranger smiled down at him when the laughing fit calmed down, Martyn now having floated closer. His eyes were multicolored, one blue and one orange, and the blonde wasn’t even surprised by the color combo anymore. That seemed to be very on brand for this guy.

“Hi!” Martyn parroted, struggling to keep some irritation from his tone. “You mind getting me down now?”

The strange man blinked a couple of times, and for the first time seemed to realize how high up they now were. “Oh! Sorry!” He almost squeaked out the apology, before disappearing into thin air again. Martyn floated there, puzzled for a moment, before he was suddenly on the ground again. He made a noise of surprise, stumbling a bit as body readjusted to not being hundreds of feet in the air. Martyn’s vision spun a bit, and he felt a warm hand keep him steady while it did.

“You okay?” The stranger’s voice rang in his ears again, and when the blonde could see clearly he found that the other was now face to face with him. He nodded, staring back into those multi-colored eyes, the stranger’s breath brushing over his face ever so slightly. He had quite pretty eyes, this man did. Martyn could very easily see himself getting lost in them, especially if they kept meeting like this.

“Good!” At those words the other man was pulling back, another smile dancing on his lips. Martyn ignored how pretty that look was on him, deciding it was better to focus on what the guy was saying instead. “I’m Scott, bye the way!”

“Martyn.” He gave his own name, and committed the others to memory. Sometimes the blonde had trouble remembering names, but he figured this guy was the expectation. You don’t see a pretty dude who can teleport very often. Scott’s gaze flicked over him once, taking in his appearance. “Why were you even floating in the first place?” He asked, head tilted to the side curiously.

“Some stupid geyser sent me up there!” Martyn huffed, scanning the area for his new least favorite thing. “Over here!” He walked towards the damned thing as soon as he caught sight of it, wanting to warn his new acquaintance of what they looked like. He heard Scott follow after him, brown boots crunching against the light layer of snow on the ground.

“That thing!” He spat, glaring down at the small geyser, treacherous puffs of air still billowing from it. Scott stopped beside them, tail brushing against Martyn’s legs unconsciously. The blonde hadn’t even seen the tail till just now, and it only made him more curious about the guy.

“Ah, so that’s what those do!” Scott hummed, leaning forward slightly to get a better look.

“You’ve seen ‘em before?” Martyn’s now curious gaze flicked to the transporter again, and he tried not to stare at the open side of the man’s shirt.

“Yep, but I was always too scared to test them out.” Scott glanced at him, his features becoming playful “But i guess you did that for me, huh?” Martyn snorted at that, moving away from the wretched thing a little bit. Scott followed him.

“Guess I did!” He smiled, watching as the other opened a little portal in the grass next to him.

“Gotta go!” Scott explained with another pretty smile, this one dazzling and lopsided. “See you later?” He asked, and if Martyn deluded himself he could hear a bit of hope in the teleporter's voice.

“Yeah, see you later!” Martyn called, freezing himself in excitement at the thought. Scott laughed at him, before falling into his portal, tail flicking in joy. If Martyn could smile while encased in ice, he would. He wanted the ice to melt quicker, to melt right now , just so he could see Scott as soon as possible.

#they r horrible and I hate them/pos #ron.writing #ron.fic #majorwood #scott smajor #martyn inthelittlewood #jimmy solidarity #limited life #limited life smp #double life #dlsmp #trafficblr #trafficshipping #nl smp #new life smp #this is just majorwood fluff for a few thousand words #I am the number one 'martyn was into scott during dl' supporter #this one has been in the drafts so long the wip referred to them as coral kids funfact #cleo is their number one supporter in this btw. she didn’t like martyn in dl but supports scotts lil crush with all her chest #'Bestie I hate his ass but you can fix him he's good for you and watching you two pinning is painful ' kinda vibe

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The Road Trip (3/?)

A quick and short part 3 of The Road Trip (with Max and Lewis) for you!

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Max drove them to their first overnight stop in Luxembourg, about two hours south from Spa.

Neither driver spoke on the way there and the energy in their mandatory ‘daily report’ was lukewarm if not ice cold.

The following morning, they decided to get on the road bright and early. “So, since you’re navigating today, where are we headed?” Max asked as he pulled out of the hotel parking lot.

“Our first destination is Milan,” Lewis said, shooting the camera a cheeky look. “Let me know if you want to switch on the way, all right?”

“Hey! Don’t question my driving skills like that,” Max complained as he took a bite of his apple.

“All right,” Lewis said, ignoring the jab. “Turn onto the A1 please.”

The first hour passed mostly in silence. When Lewis wasn’t navigating, he was sitting cross-legged as he stared out the window. The second hour passed in much the same way, but by the time the third hour rolled around, Lewis had enough.

“Are you really not going to say anything?”

“Why would I,” Max said. “I have nothing to say.”

“As I recall, you asked me to come on this trip with you. For the socials, you said. Could you at least make an effort, or are we really aiming to bore our fans to death?”

“Fine. What do you want to talk about?”

Lewis sighed and reached for the glovebox. “No doubt they’ve left enough for us to find in case we didn’t know what to do.”

Indeed, Lewis pulled free a stack of cards. “Oh. Let’s see, the navigator asks the questions and we both have to answer. We each get to pass two questions maximum. Ready?”

“Yeah, all right,” Max said as he turned right onto the A355. “First question. Simple one. What’s your favourite colour?”

“Blue,” Max answered without even taking a moment to think as Lewis said, “Purple.”

“Second question. Do you have any pets?”

“I have two cats. Jimmy and Sassy,” Max said. “And you have Roscoe,” Max answered for Lewis. “Indeed I do. Do you happen to know what breed he is too?” Lewis asked as he stifled a chuckle and attempted to keep the conversation going.

“Can’t be anything other than an English Bulldog, no?”

“Correct,” Lewis said, not even surprised Max knew.

“Then counter-question, can you guess what breed Jimmy and Sassy are?”

“Hey! That’s not fair! My dog is basically a public figure whereas your cats only occasionally feature on one of those streams you do. But I think I read somewhere that they’re Bengal cats?”

Max arched an eyebrow in his direction. “Are you stalking me, Hamilton?”

Lewis didn’t bother answering the question and muted the audio. “All right, that’s enough fun and games for now. Uhm, should we get lunch in Basel and then I’ll drive until we get to Milan?”

Max shrugged. “Fine by me.”

Lewis unmuted the audio, but once again silence reigned supreme, the easy conversation and banter from earlier gone.

Meanwhile, elsewhere, far away from the road-tripping drivers, an argument was taking place.

“No. Absolutely not.”

“Yes. When they make it through this road trip, we tell them.”

“But why do we have to tell them?”

“Because if my suspicions are correct and they do make it through this road trip unscathed, we’re not going to be able to sneak around for much longer.”

“But only if they make it through this. What do you know that I don’t, Wolff?”

“Not if, when. And patience. You’ll get what I am talking about soon enough, Horner.”

—x—

Let me know your thoughts :)

#4433 #formula one #max verstappen #lewis hamilton #f1 fanfic #christian horner #toto wolff #f1 rpf #mawis #the road trip au #the road trip #the mawis road trip #phantom’s rambles

[fellfromavent]

The canary of death and his coal mine

The canary of death that's what they called him. There was good reason for it too, no matter what SMP he travelled to death always followed him like a looming shadow.

Jimmy was reckless, he knew that, to someone like him death was a minor inconvenience he'd always come back even when he wasn't supposed to. 'It must be some sick joke' He thought, whatever God or higher power there was it certainly enjoyed toying with him, reviving him then killing him over and over for entertainment.

So when Grian sent a letter informing him of a new life series was starting up, he knew things had to change. He refused to die first, to be the bait a fire burned as hot as blaze rods inside, he would win this time.

The letter didn't have much information just coordinates to the world and soulmates? Wait hang on, what? Huh, so the new gimic of this season would be soulmates, tethered together by a string of fate, sharing the same health bar.

Jimmy's stomach turned with uneasiness, He'd be bound to someone. He could already hear it now, his friends' jabs at him for constantly dying the sympathy looks they'd give him, oh and what of his partner? Would they hate him for being bound together? A sigh escaped his lips as he set the letter down and started gathering supplies for the trip ahead of him. The fire seemed to dwindle and flicker before it sparked again with newfound determination.

This is how he'll prove himself! Surely if he wasn't the first to die, if he could keep his partner safe then people would take him seriously! It couldn't be that hard right? All he had to do was be more careful, take fewer risks and gear up, that way nothing could kill him.

The day finally arrived, everyone gathered in a circle waiting for Grian to announce that the game had begun. With quick greetings, everyone went off in separate directions to start gathering resources. usually, Jimmy didn't have a plan he'd go in blind and hope for the best, maybe team up with someone, but this time he had one. He'd gather basic resources like wood and stone first while the sun was still up then he'd burrow underground in search of iron to make armour and better tools.

It was the perfect plan! Simple, sure but it was effective and if everything went according to plan then he'd have enough resources to last him a good while.

Everything was fine for a while, he'd gotten iron armour and tools and was resurfacing to hopefully gather more food and potentially find his soulmate! All of a sudden a sharp pain scorched its way into his soul, spreading to the rest of his body, it felt hot, like a flint to flame his body seemed to erupt in pain. A scream ripped its way out of his throat and before he could even process what was happening he was dead.

Tango was blown up by a creeper

Solidaritygaming died

And as quickly as it happened it ended. he felt the familiar coolness of death, the stillness of the void before he was violently pulled back into his body, waking up on the soft canopy of a tree. Bitterness started to bubble up in his chest, everything he planned, everything he went through, the preparation! All of it for nothing, in the end, he was still the first to die, and this time it wasn't even his fault!

The bitterness started to seep into anger and then into loathing, he wanted nothing but to prove himself, to prove himself to his partner, to prove he wasn't a canary of death! Though he guessed he was doomed to fail from the start, even if he didn't cause the first death he'd likely cause the next or even the one after that. Death followed this canary for better or for worse and there was nothing he could do about it.

Jimmy slowly stood up, hopping down from the tree trying to find where his soulmate had spawned. He didn't want to look at the chat he knew it would just be filled with him and his partners' death message and his friends poking fun at him for dying. He knew that they meant no harm by it, that it was just jokes, and he honestly encouraged the jokes! That still didn't stop the sting he'd feel whenever someone made those jokes.

A gasp caused the wings on his head to twitch and open up as if trying to pick up the sound better, he followed the sound, each footstep causing his anger to surface again, He had some words for whoever the hell his soulmate was!

But when he saw Tango crouched over on a tree wrapping his arms around his body to try and calm himself down, all of Jimmy's anger seemed to vanish. He moved closer climbing on top of the tree and sitting down next to his soulmate. "Do you want to talk about what happened?" He asked, his voice was uneasy and he wanted desperately to be angry, to scream and shout at Tango for ruining everything he had planned, but when he looked at Tango's tear-ridden face, eyes even redder than normal he couldn't bring himself to do it.

"I was caving," Tango admitted wiping the tears away with his now scarred hand. "There was a hoard of zombies and spiders, then a creeper snuck up behind me." His voice shook as he spoke the effects of suddenly dying and then coming back to life seemed to still be affecting him, something Jimmy had grown all too used to. "I'm so sorry." Tango trailed off and Jimmy's eyes widen in surprise. he was apologizing for dying? To Jimmy? Jimmy, the canary of death? He whipped his head towards Tango to make sure the Blaze hybrid wasn't lying, or just saying words. Nothing but guilt was reflected back at him and for the first time in forever, someone was genuinely sorry for causing Jimmy to die.

Jimmy couldn't believe it, someone was apologizing to him, like being soul bound to him didn't cause the death. (It didn't of course, but Jimmy still thought someone would use that as an excuse.) Silence hung in the air like a thick blanket before a small smile broke onto Jimmy's face. "It's alright, I'm just glad it was you" He spoke honestly slowly reaching out to grab onto Tango's hand that was resting on the leaves.

And suddenly he wasn't so upset anymore, he was actually somewhat relieved he had died, because if he hadn't he wouldn't have seen Tango, to reassure him that they could do this together. Tango's grip on his hand tightened, and for a brief moment, a yellow string appeared, tied around each of their pinkies. Not even death could separate them. Neither would allow it.

Fitting for the Canary of death to meet his soulmate in less than fortunate circumstances, but they wouldn't have it any other way.

#double life smp #double life #dlsmp #dlsmp spoilers #double life spoilers #double life tango #double life jimmy #tango tek #tango #tangotek #jimmy solidarity #double life fanfic #I don't think this counts as shipping? #Tell me if I'm wrong though and I'll tag it #I am normal about them I swear #trafficblr

[owtenen]

When a Ranch Becomes a Home (pt 1???)

Tango, despite his best effort, dies. Unfortunately, he has a lot more than just death to deal with after.

read my stuff of AO3!

CW: Depictions of anxiety, minor panic attacks, and tango gets blown up.

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Tango was just thankful this game happened during the summer.

His body was still cold, and when the wind picked up, he felt the fire on his head fight for its life to stay alive. But all in all, it was better than last time. The cold winter air and stormy rainy nights made it almost impossible for the blaze born to function properly, but this time it was different.

He felt good. He had armor, he had food, he joked with his friends and made some new ones. But behind all of the it, there was a little nagging thing in the back of his mind.

It took Tango a while to realize it was anxiety.

He didn't really get anxiety, which is probably why he didn't realize it at first. He was a man on practicality, a man of smarts. He knew he could talk himself out of any anxiety he found himself clouded in, so he had never really felt the hollowness in his stomach like he did now, or the way his heart jumped when he thought about it.

It was faint though, like it wasn't really there at all. That is, of course, when Tango realized it actually wasn't there. That is was his soulmates. Whoever his soulmate was was really stressing out, and only when Tango realized it did it start to actually effect him. Like when he was talking to Bdubs and Impulse, he had to stop for a moment to breath, his soulmate had fallen off something and it hurt his ankles, but the pain in his stomach from the anxiety his soulmate felt was somehow worse. He needed to find them, whoever they were.

It got worse as he was going deeper in the cave, it started creeping into his own thoughts as well. Maybe his soulmate had a reason for being this anxious, maybe they were in trouble. Maybe he was in trouble.

An arrow shot right through his arm, and it took a minute for Tango to register the pain. He turned around quick, but there were too many monsters coming after him to process what was happening. He swung his sword with one hand, making sure to step back with each swing. He was getting through them one by one, if he just brought them to a choke point-

That's when the creeper dropped, and thats when everything went black.

~

"Common..." Jimmy found that muttering under his breath as he scaled the mountain to actually be quite helpful. His arms and legs hurt like hell though, and he was having a difficult time breathing.

He felt a shattering pain rip through his left arm, but he just shook it out and continued to climb, "Don't. Even. Think about it." Finally, he got to the top, and he looked out over the sky as he tried to catch his breath.

He felt another jab in his side, and then he felt a sharp snap in his ankle. He winced and clutched his stomach, the random bursts of pain were not helping his anxiety.

He would not be a burden to his soulmate. He would not damn them the way he had already damned himself.

He felt a few more jabs in various places around his body, and as he was thinking what on earth his soulmate was doing, he felt a searing pain ripple up his back, and he fell to the ground to die.

He wakes up sweating, he didn't think he was sweating before, but he certainly was now. Sitting up from the grass, he pressed the palms of his hands into his eyes, his breath coming in short, uneven huffs that made him feel like he wanted to throw up. The place on his back that hurt the most was pulsing, and he felt paralyzed.

Suddenly, he heard a tree branch crack, and a voice coming from above. Was it God? Was it Them? No. Jimmy shook his head to clear the fog that clouded his brain, looking up to see what was happening.

He saw a man in the trees. Well, calling him a man was maybe a stretch. He had seen him around. Tango if he remembered correctly. He was the blaze born that hung out with Impulse and Etho. Redstoner maybe? Wasn't this the guy with cows in the first game? Jimmy's head started throbbing along with his back, he tried to ignore it.

"Oh no...." He heard the man mutter under his breath. The flames in his hair were big and wild, and yet they didn't set the tree on fire when they jumped up to meet the bark.

"What happened, Tango?" His voice was tough, and he fliched at his tone. When he looked up, he noticed that Tango did too.

"I'm- I'm so sorry." Tango leaned over and put his head between his knees, his legs dangling off the branch. "I'm so sorry."

Jimmy took a deep breath, and then another, "What happened?" His voice was softer then, and he was satified.

Tango sniffed, and ran a hand through his flaming hair, "I was caving, and there were about 500 mobs coming at me from one side and while I was worrying about them-" He looked up, and the two soulmates made eye contact for the first time. Jimmy smiled, maybe it would ease Tango's mind. It must have, because the man in the tree paused to give Jimmy a small smile of his own, "You know, the old creeper-from-behind trick."

Jimmy nodded, looking around spawn where just a few hours ago, was filled with everyone. He realized with a jolt that he was yellow, the first yellow. He quickly took out his communicator and read the chat, every joke and taunt making the hole in his stomach grow bigger and bigger.

~

Jimmy's anxiety was just getting worse. Tango watched in silence as he watched his soulmate read the comms messages about their death. He wasn't completely oblivious, he knew the jokes that were said about him.

Cursed. Stupid. Careless. Jimmy's friends would always say they were taunting him in good fun, but Tango never felt comfortable enough to go along with it.

"Jimmy, right?" Tango hopped down a couple branches before landing on the ground, his back was still stinging, and he didn't need broken ankles on top of that.

He watched Jimmy come out of a trance in real time, his eyes going from little glossy things to wide alert oceans. “What?”

Tango shook his head and held out his hand, “I’m Tango….” after a pause, he awkwardly added, “of the Tek variety.”

Jimmy, despite it all, chuckled softly. “I’m Jimmy.” He thought for a moment, and Tango could see the gears turning behind his eyes, “of the…. Solidarity variety?” He shook his head in disapproval. “Doesn’t have the same ring to it.”

“Good enough for me.”

Jimmy smiled, and Tango felt the anxiety lift just a bit. Until it came crashing down again, and Jimmy ripped his hand away from Tango to run it over his hair. “I have no idea where I was.” He looked back at Tango, and his wide eyes were filled with worry, “All my stuff is gone.”

Tango sighed, “Yeah. I have no idea where my stuff is either.” He thought for a moment, watching Jimmy as he began to pace around the top of the hill. He wanted to shake him, tell him to breathe and calm down.

Instead, he started picking up sticks, “Let’s make a chest here, then we can go find out stuff and meet back up.”

Jimmy turned and watched Tango, his arms were crossed and one of his hands was up near his face, and Tango raised an eyebrow while he watched Jimmy bite on his fingernail.

Tango sighed, “I’m really sorry for killing us. It’s one thing for me to explodificate myself but I didn’t want to take you down with me.”

Tango saw Jimmy smile behind his hand, and the tightening of his chest had nothing to do with the anxiety, “Explodificate?”

Tango smiled and threw some materials at Jimmy. He didn’t catch it. “Common, let’s go hide our bits in a tree.”

This time Jimmy’s head tilted back in laughter, and Tango wanted to bottle up the sound.

The anxiety didn’t come back as strong after that, and Tango was happy for it to stay that way.

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i should be working on Problem of Etho and my other 24lsmp fics and yet here i am writing about a dead ship from a 10 month old smp …. oops?

#my writing #life series #double life #rancher duo #jimmy solidarity #tangotek #tango #solidaritygaming #traffic shipping #yeah they will eventually kiss your honor #is it bad to start a whole new fic while procrastinating on the final chapter of my other one? probably #i cant help it #also yea i know double life is long gone but tbh limited life is #in MY OPINION #not as inspiring as double life #like idk i can’t seem to write anything about limited life but maybe that’s just because i only really write ship fics #and limited life is giving off more family dynamics than is really necessary #also it’s not finished #i’m sure after the end i’ll find something to write about #i’ve written this so fast and i’ve been working on 3 desperate 24lsmp fics to stop myself from getting writers block #and yet there’s no writers block for RANCHERS #maybe they just are everything to me

[hitchell-mope]

Raymond’s bitten off more than he can chew.

#brooklyn 99 #raymond holt #the jimmy jab games

[chronicowboy]

let the games begin isn't the office olympics or the jimmy jabs its just a good old fashioned prank war, nobody knows who instigated it, but they're all convinced they do, bobby thinks it was buck, buck thinks its chimney, chimney knows its hen, hen's pretty damn certain it was eddie actually and eddie has a sneaking suspicion bobby isn't as opposed to it as he makes out to be, the whole episode is just pranks that get increasingly more absurd as it goes on until it ends with ravi setting up a classic bucket-on-the-door situation in the bathroom and lucy catches him in the act.

#sami rambles #ravi starts the war himself because he's bored and the 118 have been mote annoying than usual now eddie's back #so he just decides to sprinkle a little chaos and then he goes around gaslighting everyone into turning on each other #911 spoilers #911 show #911 fox #eddie diaz #buddie #evan buckley #ravi panikkar #firehouse 118 #bobby nash #hen wilson #chimney han #lucy donato #911 spec #911 speculation

[szynkaaa]

A list of possible first-met scenario with Shikanoin Heizou

"I was on Sangonomiya to visit Gorou because he is Best Boi (tm) and then I saw you in the cage and took out the treasure hunters but you kinda give off brat energy and I have the impression you will be able to get out of the cage without my help so I just sat on a rock watching you sitting in the cage while you were flirting with me and idk you’re kinda cute???”

"There is this one foot stall you always go to to get your katsu sandwich but one time you went there some idiot (me, I’m the idiot) actually bought the whole stock for reasons I cannot disclose and you were hangry so you tracked me down to bring me to justice.”

"I heard that Sango agency have been getting a lot of cases lately because their solving rates went up very high apparently they have a freelancer/new hire working for them and now I have to check it out and see who it is"

"you stole my top spot and broke my record in the weekly escape room game and I'm honestly impressed because no one has beaten my record before so now I wanna track you down and compete with you to see who is truly worthy of the top spot"

"I solved all the cases and there was nothing to do and I don't wanna work on the boring one but I found this note tucked at the food stall with instructions for a scavenger hunt around Inazuma that you made when you were equally bored and they were actually really well done and I struggled??? Now I wanna meet the genius behind it"

"some kid ran toward me cause they said they were bullied by a gang but than an Onii-san/Onee-san appeared and gave him a chance to run away and oh god please check on her she might be dead but when I showed up in the alley all the thugs were beaten up and you had one in a headlock and had not a single scratch and you seemed to be having a good time"

"You were put into jail with Itto and I have never seen you around the Arattaki gang before but you seem to be good friends with Itto even though you look a bit annoyed at his antics but then you were teaching him sea shanties I have never heard about and now you two are just hollering from the top of your lungs but it’s actually not that bad and I caught myself humming the tunes"

"you were put in the same prison cell as Itto and you two were playing this game called making up stories why the others are in jail and the oni is making up the most ridiculous stories but you are actually making observation and correct conclusions that are incredibly spot on and now you have piqued my interest"

"i came in to work one day and all the officers were gathered in the courtyard and they are playing something called the... the jimmy jab games? I don’t know what it is but everyone seems to be into it and you are the announcer and also introduced the game and it is kinda fun to watch"

"you took one look at my open case file while I lead you to your jail cell handcuffed I haven’t even looked at the case file yet but you immediately were able to say who did it and I think jail can wait we have a murderer to apprehend"

#shikanoin heizou #shikanoin heizou x reader #heizou x reader #genshin impact

[octoberscigarettes]

Weekly Tag game thingy

Thank you for tagging me @abetterdaaye !!

how’s your day going? Pretty okay, I'm sick and still recovering from exam season, but getting to do nothing for a day was fun

are you okay? the sun started shining again, exams are over and suddenly i start to feel okay again

what is your favourite shade of your favourite colour? that shade of green when you're in a forest full of dark green trees, but then the sun shines through the leaves a little bit

are you single? yes

are you happy about that? yes and no, I've just been craving someone to share my life with recently

what age do you feel in your brain? its a pendulum that swings between 5 and 67, it's highlighted include feeling 15 again or my actual age (when i go out) and culminates in the old lady who sits on her balcony and crochets

do you feel like the good times are behind you or ahead of you? I feel like there aren't "the good times". I have had a lot of good moments in the past, I have a lot of good moments in my current stage of life and I am sure there will be good moments in my later life

do you have a best friend? yes!!

did you have a childhood pet? yes, she is my baby since I was twelve and I picked her up, I miss her desperately and I look forward to seeing her again soon

do you sing or whistle around the house? extensively so, yes

do you light candles or incense? candles yes, but almost only on the balcony, and not scented most of the time, also no incense bc I get headaches really fast

are you busy friday night? we'll see, my cold still has me in its grip of death so I'll probably spend the night watching something and crocheting

If you were a circus performer which act would you be in? honestly the closest thing to a circus act I would be is Charles Boyle from Brooklyn 99 in that one Jimmy Jab games episode

what is your favorite outfit? denim shorts, white top, the (basically just sleeves) shrug i crocheted and white sneakers, big hoops and hair open

what is the last thing you created? i work on so many things at once, maybe it was the cardigan, maybe it was one of my fics that rot on my computer, maybe it was a sentence meant to be poetry or maybe it was just a tumblr deep dive on a man (Ian Gallagher they could never make me hate you)

what is your favourite book/fic of all time? Book I would have to say either Demian or the Steppenwolf by Hermann Hesse or The good person of Sezuan by Bertolt Brecht. Fic would probably have to be Away Childish Things, anything Gallaplacidia has done or some obscure fic I only hold in my memories

what are you looking forward to? spring (and getting over my cold)

what can immediately put you in a good mood? seeing someone see me

do you like hugs? so much

what is something you wish people understood about you? That all I'm looking for is love, and looking how to show that love to others

Tagging everyone who wants to feel tagged!