BFB and other object shows ||oneshots|| (!!slow updates!!)

|OT| Beer x Trowel (lime)

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Like 50% of the people who decided to watch Object Terror, I heard about the infamous Beer and Trowel scene on episode 5, chapter 2. ...👁👄👁

I decided to make a oneshot heavily based off of it! Because I can! 😅

Humanised,,,,,,

Eliza I am so sorry

I'm drawing 25 😤😅😅😅

((btw this was originally going to be in a different setting,,, but then I started writing and forgot this line existed so I had to change it haha))

((Oyea also I changed one line))

Plot: Beer and Trowel are watching a film together, and Trowel gets an idea. 😏

No, just so you know. I'm not taking this too far, that emoji meant NOTHING.

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 Oklimewarningandthere'salsoalotofmakingoutsoyeah

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Deep in the forest, there was the sound of a blaring television. If one were to be curious enough to check what was going on by following the noise, they would soon find the scene of four people around a large red couch: two sitting behind it, looking scarred for life, and two more on the couch, dozed off with one atop the other. How did this happen? It would take a lot of people less than a second to guess (which is sad) (haha I'm sad then), and others a while to pick out an answer. Others being the innocent ones, the clean-minded folks. Either that or they'd just tell you the two were sleeping, nothing more, and the pair behind the couch had possibly seen something frightening without the knowledge of the other duo. This is not the correct response.

Indeed, however, they had seen something frightening. In their eyes, what they saw was unexpected! But what did they see? What made them react that way? You'll find out after I put in this convenient time rewind and POV change.

—Thirty minutes earlier—

[3rd Person POV]

Bored as hell, Trowel and Beer sat on their couch watching a recording of them in the first few episodes of the game show they were in. Their voices were weird and their styles were slightly different, so for them, the DVD was painful to watch.

"Ugh-" Trowel groaned, facepalming. "I can't believe your voice used to sound like that." 

Beer nodded. "Yeah, I know." He said, giving his boyfriend a sideways glance. "It makes my ears feel like they're gonna pop."

"It does suck!" Towel complained, then looked at the bucket of chicken in Beer's lap. "Hey, Beer, can you pass me a chicken leg?"

"Sure." He replied nonchalantly, handing the bucket to him. 

Towel reached into it for a leg, but then stopped. (Because for some reason touching a chicken leg does that to you. Also please for the love of god watch the actual object terror scene first or this won't make any sense from a storytelling point of view) "wow," he said in a half-whisper, his eyes widening. He pointed at Beer. "The way you.."

"What?"

"You know what I mean." Trowel dropped his arm from the point, putting both hands on his own sides, cocking his eyebrows up-and-down a few times and looking down at Beer, whose realisation just dawned on him. (is just me or is this 100% a run-on sentence)

"Oh yes," he said, tossing the bucket to the side. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

And without any further conversation, they came together in a kiss, and also a POV change.

[Beer's POV]

(It was at this moment I knew that this escalated very quickly.) When Trowel kissed me, I was pushed back slightly from the force he gave. I inhaled through my nose, hugging him closer as he did the same. I think this was about the millionth time we've kissed— I enjoy every instance. This time, after around eight or so seconds, I tried to pull away, but Trowel held me tighter. Ok? I thought, letting it continue for a few moments. He wouldn't let me go. Again, I attempted to break the kiss, but he refused to release me.

I hummed for a moment, trying to get his attention. Trowel, I'm done, you can let go now— I thought, scooting away from him. Finally, he let go, and I took a deep breath. Chuckling, I said, "C'mon, can't you let a guy breathe? I need to live, you know!"

"Heh . . ." He winked at me. "Just making sure you can survive that long of a kiss." He put his arm around me, giving me a quick side-hug.

"Why?" I asked, and he smirked (THAT WORD kdndhjdhsuenrhebskdmdjkwiw), making me blush with a puzzled expression. "Do you want to— kiss me again?" I guessed, and he nodded with a glint in his eye. "Ok . . .!" I said, and he didn't wait a second.

I felt myself lean back further than last time, making it hard to stay sitting up. He took my hands in his, moving them to the couch arm and pinning them there. I couldn't stay sitting anymore, so I gave in and laid down, letting him rest on top of me. Holy shit, I thought. I can't believe he's actually trying to do this in the middle of the minotaur challenge- 

As a little confession, he and I had indeed done this once before. We at least had privacy then, but now? I thought of trying to push him away, but changed my mind when I felt his warm tongue slide into my mouth. My face heated up during what turned into a lengthy makeout session, ending with him licking my lips and smiling down at me. I looked at him with an unamused expression. "You can do better than that," I said snarkily, replied shortly after with a scoff. 

"Fine," he said, adjusting his hands to my wrists and gripping them tightly. "But if you tell me what to do again, I'll have to get not so friendly with you. Who's the dom here?"

"You," I rolled my eyes, grinning a little. He nodded in satisfaction, kissing me again. He made this one rough, earning a long hum. (Ijustdon'tlikethewordmoanokayitgetsannoying-) I clenched my fists when he pulled away once more, then huffed.

"Don't say it, whatever you're about to say." He warned, narrowing his eyes with a smirk. (Hjjjjjjjjjj) I sighed, looking away from him. "I won't." I mumbled.

Honestly, I think he and I make a perfect ratio. He's just the right top, and I'm the perfect bottom. It just works that way. 

For the rest of the night, we just had fun, eventually passing out at the end. And, spoiler alert, I accidentally told him what to do again. . . He had to "get not so friendly" with me. I think that part was the best. When we woke up in the morning, the contest was over. I was the first to get up and stretch, putting on my pants and stuff. I yawned, walking around to the back of the couch to find the chicken bucket— "OH FUCK!!"

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Haha wow I'm so original