pokie wars. | finland

a/n: usage of female!reader.
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The entire house was quiet, not a soul to be seen in any of the rooms.

Normally, one would find the silence eerie, especially in a house with seven bedrooms. But not [Name]. No, rather than feeling tense and nervous, [Name] licked her lips in anticipation, a sense of suspense and excitement overwhelming her senses. She was close, she could hear his breathing a couple rooms down the hallway. The trick, though, was knowing exactly which room he was in and opening the door quick enough to make her escape in case she was wrong.

A sneeze.

A curse.

[Name] smirked, speed-tiptoeing to the last door on the right.

Flinging it open and pointing a laser pointer around the other side of the door, she shouted, "HA! Found ya, Tino! Laser pokie!" After acquiring and taking out the intended target, she dashed off, evil laughter ringing throughout the house.

"Shoot! Berwald, get her! She went out back! She's on the deck!" Berwald grunted stalking down the front room stairs and towards the back door, Tino right behind him.

"Where'd she go?!" Matthias, Lukas, and Emil converged on the back door from all points of the house.

"The backyard, Matthias! But I've been wounded! I'll stay here just in case [Name] comes back inside! You four go outside and try to corner her!" Tino leaned against the stair railing, his own laser pointer at his side, away from the kitchen door's line of sight.

Matthias, Lukas, Emil, and Berwald, each man wielding a laser pointer, headed outside to search for [Name]. They were going to find her and avenge their wounded friend.

As the back door closed behind them, Tino chuckled, remembering how it all started:

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"Hey, Tino? Is it true that if someone pokes you, you'll return it seven times as much?"

Tino looked up from gun he was cleaning, face morphing into one of wonder. "Hm? Yes... That's true... Why do you want to know, [Name]?"

"Oh, nothing really except..." [Name] paused for dramatic affect. "Poke!" Then she charged off to the living room ducking behind Berwald's chair. The stoic blonde man looked behind him wondering why [Name] was hiding from Tino. "Berwald! Protect me! Be my pokie shield!"

A dark chuckle made Berwald look back in front of him to face a terrifying Finnish man. He gulped. "Sorry, [Name]. You're on your own." And getting up from his chair, he moved to his room to finish reading the newspaper.

"Traitor! Berwald, how dare you betray m-!" [Name] screeched as the devilish Finn lunged for her, jabbing a finger on [Name]'s side seven times.

Tino laughed, flashing [Name] a smile that certainly wasn't cheery. "And that is why you do not poke me, [Name]."

[Name] huffed and retorted, "Oh yeah? Come at me, bro! I betcha I can poke you back hundred times leaving you zero chance of poking me back!"

"Oh, it is so on, [Name]. You think you're ready to challenge the master pokie king?" Tino smirked, an eyebrow raised. [Name] nodded, confident that she was going to win. "Well then, let the pokie war begin!"

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Unfortunately (for Lukas, Berwald, and Emil), Matthias, Lukas, Berwald, and Emil were dragged into their war. Things kinda escalated to a full on "battle to the death," as Matthias had dubbed it (which earned him a particularly hard jab to the side from Lukas), involving laser pointers, pencils, pens, and many different types of "pokie ammunition."

Suddenly, pulling Tino out of his thoughts, a light tapping on his shoulder made him whirl around to face a laser pointer aimed at his heart. [Name] stood in front of him, blinking the light on and off. [Name] laughed, crowing, "I win, Tino! Y'know, if you really wanted to win, ya should have been paying attention! Oh well, your loss! [Full Name] is victorious!"

As [Name] continued to cheer and bow to her invisible fans, a pair of arms wrapped around her from behind, pulling her closer to a warm chest. "Huh?! Tino, what are you doing? Oh wait, are you trying to butter me up? 'Cause it's not gonna work! I won, fair and square, so don't be a sore loser."

Tino lightly chucked, nuzzling his nose in her [h/c] locks. "Maybe... Or maybe I want to give you a present for winning our battle."

"Hm, that got my attention," [Name] carefully turned around in Tino's hold so as to properly receive her prize. Suddenly a pair of lips were pressed to hers. Her eyes shot open, the orbs popping out of their sockets! He was kissing her! He was kissing her! What kind of prize was this?!

Well... She'd be lying to herself if she said she didn't have feelings for the cute, but bad*ss Finnish guy. Besides, she was a woman and she had hormones. So [Name] willingly accepted the kiss, implanting every touch, every push into her memory. Even the taste of salmiakki the guy had eaten earlier in the day still lingered on his tastebuds; this [Name] savored happily.

"A-hem!"

The lovebirds squawked, reeling back from the intimate pose to see the rest of Tino's friends standing in the doorway. Lukas and Berwald stood there unfazed, as they already knew the enormous crush Tino had on [Name]; Emil stood in front of Lukas, face flushed a rosey red color, embarrassed that he had caught [Name] and Tino in such an intimate act.

Though, Matthias was the one who had interrupted the two lovebirds, a devious smirk plastered across his face, eyebrows wiggling suggestively at Tino. "Geez! Save that stuff for the bedroom, Tino!" Matthias started to howl like a wolf before Lukas growled and gave the Dane's tie a harsh yank.

"Shut it, Dane."

Tino and [Name] sheepishly laughed, realizing what they had just done. "S-So," [Name] stuttered, "I guess we're a... a couple now?"

Tino chuckled and shyly pressed a kiss to [Name]'s forehead. "Haha, I guess so!"