#everyone is really confused or laughing histerically

[arrowheadedbitch]

I now have the idea in my head of class 1a doing a fun little make up a song on the spot game where you get a random word and you have to make up a song about it while Jirou plays the backing track (most of it is just hilariously bad songs with baller as hell guitar in the background)

Mineta managed to sneak a paper with the inspiration word "sex" into the hat while no one was looking and Denki draws it

They try to make him redraw but end up agreeing to let him keep the word as long as he's kind of classy about it and agrees to at least try to have a little nuance or whatever

He improvises the song Juno, as Sabrina Carpenter doesn't exist in mha so it's free game and I'm a sucker for the idea of someone improvising a really good song when you thought they'd me shit (at one point mineta heckles that Kaminari is being too tame [he is definitely not] and demands he at least works the word horny in or something, give him something to work with! And that's when he works in the "I'm so fucking hoorny" line lol)

Everyone freaks out, of course, and Mina totes recorded the whole thing. When they ask who tf Juno is, he just says that he chose the reference because he knew for a fact none of them would get it

Eventually, after days of being begged to tell them who Juno is, he is finally bribed with Endeavor's credit card (not by Todoroki but by someone who convinced Todoroki to let them borrow it, which was NOT hard lmao) he finally tells them "Juno is an American movie about teenage pregnancy" and they all lose their minds

Sorry, had to get this out of my head somehow

[gadriezmannsgirl]

Hi love your work! Could you write gavi x reader? Where gavi and reader both like each other but try to keep it a secret and gavi has a blue slushy and reader has a red and they both like make out and gavi goes back to his teammates and they tease him about it? Sorry for being Pacific 😂

Secret's Out -P.G6

Summary: Everyone finds out you and Gavi are together.

You giggled against Gavi's lips as they collided once more with yours "You gotta stop" You said in between kisses, feeling his hands roam around your body and bring you into him.

"No puedo. Estás muy hermosa" (Can't. You're beautiful) He said inbetween kisses

"The guys will start asking for us" You separated from him and smiled

"Let them" He shook his head before kissing you once more, you kissed him back for a few seconds before getting enough strength and separate from him completely. "Jus' want to kiss you"

"Pablo" You giggled grabbing his face and stopping his kissing attack.

You and Pablo admitted your feelings for each other about a month ago and ever since then you have been together but no one from his team knows that. You met him thanks to Ansu five months back and you got along with him so good that you got extremely close to each other and eventually started liking each other.

And now, you were here.

You turned around in his hold watching yourself in the mirror, fixing your hair and clothes when he decided to attack your neck "No, stop it now" He sighed and got his head back.

"Es que quiero tanto estar contigo" (I want to be with you so bad). He whispered against your ear kissing your cheek repeatedly as you smiled.

"Y yo también, believe me. Pero, no podemos por ahora" (So do I. But, we can't do that for now) Gavi sighed hugging you closer to him before letting you go.

"Go before I change my mind" He said smiling softly as you got out of the bathroom.

You went downstairs where the guys were chatting about something. You guys were at Ansu's place since it was one of their vacation days before preseason starts and since Barcelona was awfully hot lately, you decided to have a pool day with a lot of drinks to refresh ourselves.

You ran onto Raphinha at the living room as you screamed scared before you two laughed out loud from the stupidity of the scene and from how easily you tend to get scared.

After a few minutes more of laughter, you excused yourself and went to the kitchen grabbing another red slushy before coming outside when you saw Pablo was already there chatting with Araujo and Balde, as you went to Ansu.

"Where were you?"

"Bathroom, then Raphinha scared me and then I went to the kitchen and grabbed another of these" You showed him the slushy while Ansu was really quiet and with a confused facial expression "What's up?"

"Why's your mouth purple?"

"Sorry?"

"Your mouth's purple"

"You kidding"

"Y/N, I'm serious"

"That can't be because I didn't put any lipstick on and I have only eaten..." Your words died in your mouth when you saw Pablo with his purple lips too.

That little...

He was eating a blue slushy whilst you had a red one, you gasped lightly covering your mouth surprised. Ansu quickly turned himself around and looked at the same place you were looking in to.

"Pablo? Really?"

"What's up with him?" Your quick answer made Ansu laugh histerically

"Oh, I'm loving this"

"You're not loving anything" You replied seriously as Ansu laughed and turned around

"Pablo!" Ansu yelled and Pablo turned as Ansu laughed harder making Pablo grow confused

"What's up?" He said coming up to you both, Ansu was red from laughing.

"I'm glad you two are together but try not to make it seem too obvious"

"What are you on about?" Pablo acted confused whilst you were blushing hard

"Red plus blue equals purple" He laughed once more pointing his own lips, you felt Pablo's gaze on you

"¿Qué es lo gracioso?" (what's funny?) Pedri asked coming to you

"You can ask that to the little couple here" Ansu smiled as Pedri looked at you two and then smiled

"Purple?" He smiled as you groaned "It finally happened!" Pedri yelled happily "Those who bet 'till August, come over here and gimme all of your money!"

"Couldn't you wait a few months more?" Balde and Ferran groaned looking for their wallets

"You were betting on us?" Pablo asked surprised, his hand, though, was on your waist.

"It was inevitable. We all saw the eyes you gave to each other" Torre said pushing a bill onto Pedri's hand.

"Wait, who took the first step?" Ferran asked hopeful

"I did" Pablo said confused

"¡VAMOS!" Pedri yelled in victory as the guys took their wallets out once again

"Good news is we don't have to hide anymore" You rolled your eyes and smiled leaning into him, glad all of your friends liked you two together.

"I would have also bet on us, y'know?"

"Ay joder, Y/N"

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Taglist: @gaviypedrisbride @stuckinaf4nfiction @elijahslover @azzpenswrld @http-isabela

[viceadmiralrieka]

So, I don’t know how I ended up writing so much but yeah this is it. It’s not edited or anything so I apologize in advance for errors. It’s just something my brain has been playing on repeat. Also I am not a good writer 😅

This is a nsfw fic , sort of. They don’t like have sex. Just .. reader discretion advised! You’ve been warned!

If you don’t watch One Piece it’s kind of confusing. Anyways I hope someone likes it.

The water was warm, it gave Suki a hug while she sunk in. The heat in the room making it stuffy but not unbearable. The ocean breeze would give a much needed chilling touch to the backs of the women. Everyone was having small quiet conversations for a while besides the ooo and ahhs of relaxation escaping their lips.

“Here suki. Have some.” Hina passed the marine a warm cup of sake.

“It’s been days since I could have a moment of peace. Physically and mentally.” With each sip of the liquid suki began to feel her cheeks warm up and body relax deeper.

“I told you, you’d regret challenging him. Akainu has been even more ridged and cynical since you came to HQ.” Hina said matter of factly.

Suki paused for a moment going over memories of the past few days. She was right between the volcano and the 24 hour shifts, Suki had never been tested like this. Even when living among street rats and pirates her body never ached like now. Her own ego though came knocking on her door. She turned to Hina with a grin,

“Yeah you were right… but I’m still here so he still hasn’t won. Truthfully I don’t know what I gain out of this but my mind won’t let me give up. “

Hina gazed over to her comrade who was now tossing back the last of her sake. The area was now thicker and quiet while the entire room honed in on their conversation.

“I can’t imagine, Akainu is one of those men that want nothing more than order. And you… Well to be frank. You’re the most unconventional marine I’ve probably ever met, you’re fearless to a fault.”

“Thank you Hina”

“That wasn’t a compliment. How long do you think you can keep this up ? Akainu will kill you if he sees fit. A pretty face with an ass and an attitude can only get you so far. He’s a cold man ironically, I’ve never seen him act as anything besides a vicious animal. Which in his defense is justified when facing pirates but he also shows the same to you. If not worse around you.”

Suki stared at the women wondering what emotions were about to surface. She had no clue what to say. Until she just began to snicker and laugh. Hinas face dead paned.

“Everything your saying is correct. Akainu has more than once thought about killing me, I’m sure of it. Although when in regards to his demeanor. He’s not as bad as you think. He hardly lets any emotions in or out besides anger or disgust. I have experienced his kindness though. I can only imagine what sad truth is behind his anger. But when he stayed out to teach me armament haki I got a quick glimpse of his real nature.”

“Suki, you’re an idiot. Him staying to teach you something isn’t kindness that’s his job, he’s a leader. An admiral.” Hina tossed back the rest of her sake.

Suki just stared back at the water.

Was she right ? I am I just trying to see things that aren’t there ???

“You’re the only one who would really know Suki. I’m not saying I agree with you but if anyone could get close to him it’s you. Mostly because you’re the only one stupid enough to do it.”

Tsuru stated from across the bath.

“Well this was a depressing topic. Aren’t we sapposed to be relaxing, enjoying ourselves. So I start the next topic. If you had to sleep with one ☝️ admiral or vice admiral who would it be ???” Lexi the newest of Garp’s recruits says louder than needed.

Everyone begins laughing histerically except for Tsuru who was more than displeased with the comment.

“We are NOT about to have this conversation! It’s completely unbecoming of a marine to talk about such things!”

“Well we’re off duty and it’s not your turn to pick the topic. So pick someone or shhhhhh!”

“Come on Tsuru ! You got to see garp and songoku in their prime! You had to think one of them was worth risking it for? “ One of the girls asked.

Tsuru ‘s eyes widen. She then sat back down in a huff and sighed because she noticed all the women were now edging closer to hear. She rolled her eyes.

“Please they’re both complete idiots with anchors for brains! I would never.”

Suki laughed and made a buzzer noise.

“Wrong ! Not possible I’ve seen pictures of you and garp together! Y’all were like at some party or something !”

“What!?”

“No!!!!! No way Tsuru-San ! You and vice admiral garp???”

“THAT WAS THE NAVY BALL AND HE WAS JUST MY DATE I HAD NO OTHER OPTIONS!” Tsuru frantically stated and shook her finger at Suki.

Everyone began laughing even more than before.

“Come on Tsuru-Chan, pick one ! If you absolutely had to! No other options.” Suki asked in a funny voice.

“ Sengoku or Garp?” …

“…. The second one.”

All the girls gasped and laughed while whistling.

“Couldn’t even say it huh. Can’t utter his name because then it’s true right ??? It’s fine I’ll take that answer!”

“Okay miss sex on the brain, Lexi. Who would you pick ?”

She suddenly stopped laughing and her eyes grew wide. She laughed and began looking everywhere except at Suki.

“…k….” She mumbled a name quietly.

“WHAT WAS THAT?!?” Suki yelled.

“KIZARU OKAY! “

Everyone was shocked even more by Lexi’s confession. Everyone began laughing again and drinking more.

“ wow lex , I never would have guessed! He’s the oldest one! And you’re like the youngest of all of us here ! “

She began pouting. Then she narrowed her eyes at suki and hina.

“He’s definitely got something though Lexi so don’t be upset. He’s definitely not the worst on the list. Plus I’m sure the foreplay would be amazing!” One of the women stated trying to make Lexi less upset. Tsuru let out a surprised gasp.

“ okay that’s enough of this!” Tsuru stated.

“Hina ?”

“No I don’t think so . “

“Am I gonna have to drag it out of all of you?”

“No I just don’t have anyone that I can think of. Plus when you have that kind of interaction with a man you’re letting your self be vulnerable to that.”

“To what?”

“She means getting pregnant.” Tsuru says now looking angrier than before.

“Oh … “ Lexi and the others say.

“I guess Hina is the only one you young ones who thinks about things fully before saying them.”

Hina smirked at Suki and fake put a crown on her head. Suki raised a brow.

“You’re right Tsuru, Hina has definitely never thought about that with the admirals or vice admirals. (Long pause) but I’m sure that’s not the case when speaking about captains we know of, like smoker-kun?” Suki smiled slyly back at Hina while the entire room oooooo’ed.

“It’s not because I like him or anything ! It’s just that he’s the only logical choice every other man is completely brain dead!” Hina frantically stammers out trying to defend herself.

A loud spurt of water is heard suddenly everyone stops and listens for a moment.

“What was that ?”

“How bout we focus on the real question at hand Suki? Who would you pick and why do we all assume it’s Akainu?” Lexi says condescendingly.

Suki felt a knot form in her gut and heat all over her face.

“I mean you’re not wrong for assuming that but I don’t think he’d be my first pick, no. I’d probably have to go with Bastille honestly.” Suki ststes while looking at her empty cup.

“Hmmm. I think Bastille is a great choice but I know that’s not the truth. Bastille is sweet and rough around the edges and would match you great but that’s not who you’re after. Hina says to Suki.

“Akainu is cold like you said before. Why would I want to sleep with someone who’s tried to kill me? Plus Bastille would be amazing in bed, something tells me he’s into hair pulling. Both ways.”

Another loud noice is heard in the distance and a flock of seagulls take off in a flapping storm.

“No I still don’t believe you. You love challenging people and who would be better to challenge than the scariest man in the Navy? You refuse to give up on him being your instructor.”

“That’s because I want to learn from the best!”

“Well I don’t see any other women who’s worked for him defending him or saying he showed them kindness…. Maybe. He interested in you too. Plus we all know you’ve got a kink for being punished. Why else would you act like a brat 24/7.”

The noise is made once more.

“I AM NOT A BRAT. I DO NOT HAVE A THING FOR BEING PUNISHED! You’re just making things up now!”

“Hm. Maybe you’re right.”

“But I wonder how you would react if he came up to you and explained how he actually cares for you. Why he keeps you around. How your smile is so annoying it’s cute. Then offers to take you right there on his desk. You’re telling me you’d turn him down. Big arms wrapped around caging you in as he pounds away into you.

“HINA!” Tsuru stated in shock.

…. You’d say no to him?” Hina’s words were like daggers but unfortunately they were effective.

“Yes! I’d say no!”

“Oh really? Then stand up.”

“Why?”

“Humor me.”

Suki was so annoyed by Hina’s back lash she didn’t think twice and shot up out of the water. However she quickly realized why she was asked to stand. Suki’s legs were trembling, struggling to hold herself up. She fell back down into the water.

“I rest my case. You like him. You want to be with him, the idea of taming a beast turns you on.”

“Wow. I knew I never liked you.” Suki stated to Hina.

“I’m sorry but for your own sake, give up. That man is an absent hearted animal with very little regard for your life or anyone else’s. Justice is the only thing he thinks about day and night. Great Marine …. Terrible boyfriend material. You think you can see the good in everyone. Stop. If you keep trying you’ll get hurt or worse used.”

The room was filled with giggles and whispers mixed in the air with salt.

Suki sunk into the water till only her eyes were visible.

The woman from the front desk poked her head outside the entrance.

“Excuse me ma’am’s. I was wondering if anyone know who Suki is ? She’s being requested for duty by Vice admiral garp.”

Tsuru looked over at Suki who was now someone she didn’t recognize. A certain kind of glum or sadness was one thing but being embarrassed by her emotions was new territory to her.

“She’ll be right there. Tell Garp that she will be there in 10.” The woman nodded.

After Suki got out, a lot of the other women soon followed suit. Leaving Hina and Tsuru to simmer.

Tsuru went to speak but was cut off.

“I didn’t mean for it to go that far.” Hina spoke seldomly.

“I know. You have you’re own issues you were faced with. That’s why you lashed out.” Tsuru looked over to Hina who now had a single tear rolling down her face.

“She was the first person I’d met that I truly felt like she was my friend. Who didn’t just assume I was a bitch because of my facial expressions. She also never gave up when I pushed back.”

Tsuru sighed deeply. She took the bottle of sake in hand and poured a cup. She drank the entire cup in one sip.

“OKAY! HOW MUCH DID YOU GUYS HEAR AND WHOS ALL OVER THERE!!” Tsuru yelled with authority.

Hina was so confused.

“Who? Are you?”

“I KNOW THAT THE MENS BATH IS UNDER CONSTRUCTION, SO THEY HAVE THE TEMPORARY ONE SET UP ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THIS BATH!”

Hina’s face became more distorted.

“Ah… we… We apologize severely Tsuru-San! We will never speak of what we just heard!” A voice spoke unsteady from the other side of the wall.

“Thank you, momonga! What about the rest of you?”

Unbeknownst to the women that were in the bath house that night. The vice admirals and admirals gathered to discuss things besides work, as friends. Everyone was listening intently to the conversation that just transpired. Occasionally with each of the men experiencing nose bleeds. Except for Sakazuki. The man sat there quietly the entire time. Even when Kuzan elbowed him at the mention of his name.

The slightest hint of pink could be seen across his face. Though I’m sure he would play it off from the heat of the bath or liquor.

[fnf-brain-rot]

[Whitty x Boyfriend]

Chapter 4 - you don't scare me

Whitty and Boyfriend had been sitting under their tree for about two hours. Whitty would calm down, have intrusive thoughts, and freak out again, and this was a cycle that kept happening until he finally relaxed at around six in the afternoon. Boyfriend didn't let him go even for a second, even when Whitty tried to remove himself. He held tightly onto his arm, and later they transitioned to Whitty's head in the smaller's lap. Whitty thought it to be weird, but Boyfriend didn't mind. He's used to comforting like this. It helps Pico's episodes too.

"Do you feel better?" Boyfriend spoke softly, his voice muted by the gentle wind blowing against the tree, causing the leaves to ruffle. Whitty nodded, though he still didn't want to look at him. "I don't.. Wanna hold you up-"

"Now you listen to me you big dummy."

Whitty looked up at him quickly, a bewildered look plastered on his face. Boyfriend puffed his red cheeks, almost puffing out his chest. "If I didn't want you around, I wouldn't be around you. Everyone has issues and I understand that. Everyone's issues are different. This type of thing isn't new to me." He huffed softly. "Wha.." Whitty trailed off as Boyfriend gently held his cheeks, making him look at him. "I will literally sit here all night until you feel better. You don't scare me Whitty." Both of their faces were flushed at this point, both for different reasons. "But-"

"No buts! If you need help, I'm there. End of story." Boyfriend shook his head in retaliation.

Whitty stared at him a little longer, then felt a smile creep up his lips. Boyfriend noticed the tears welding up in his eyes again, but he could tell it wasn't a bad thing. Whitty started to laugh, quietly, as if he were trying to hide it, but that only made Boyfriend laugh with him. He dragged his thumbs along his cheeks, wiping away the tears that began to fall again. Whitty couldn't imagine why Boyfriend was so comfortable being so comforting. Most guys usually resort to aggressivness to solve problems, but Boyfriend had a nice gentleness to him. Gentleness he's been longing for since.. Forever.

"You should really get going before it gets too dark, it's not safe down here at night." Whitty uttered. "You say that like it's safer for you or something." Boyfriend sneered in response. "Why don't you come stay over my place this time? Please?? At least so you can get a shower or something." Whitty was about to object, but he did have a good point. He did get attacked just today, and he could be attacked again on his way back down town. Boyfriend seemed extremely worried too.

Whitty sighed, letting his head flop back into Boyfriend's lap. "Fine. We can go to your place." He grumbled. Boyfriend threw his fists into the air in a celebratory fashion, letting out a "whoooo!!" in happiness.

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They were closer to Boyfriend's house, so much so that the walk was only about ten minutes. Boyfriend lived in a little town house, comfy enough for one person. Whitty, of course, had to crouch in order to get inside, and even then the ceiling was low enough to where he was constantly having to crouch a bit. "I have pizza in the fridge, not sure how long it's been in there though. I'm not hungry so if you want you can have it." Boyfriend stretched his arms as he walked inside, taking his shoes off at the front door. He made Whitty do so as well, considering how he was raised. That and shoes on the carpet is just a no.

Whitty hummed nervously, hesitantly removing his shoes, but didn't regret it. The carpet.. It was so soft on his feet.. He got down on the floor, rubbing his hands along the fluffy surface. Boyfriend had walked off to set up some things to make Whitty comfortable, bringing out a blanket to throw on the couch. He paused when he saw the male pushing his face along the surface, and he couldn't help but laugh. Whitty's head shot up from the floor, his face flushing it's orange undertone. "What are you doing, dude?" Boyfriend laughed in amusement, placing the blanket on the couch. "It's.. It's so soft.." Whitty muttered softly, looking down at the floor again. "What.. is it?"

"It's a carpet. It's supposed to make the house more comfortable." Boyfriend explained.

Whitty couldn't remember the last time he took off his shoes, let alone walk on something other than concrete. He closed his eyes as he lied down on the floor again, sighing as he felt his body melt into the floor. "Alright come on, take a shower first." Boyfriend wrapped his arms around Whitty's waist from behind, jokingly attempting to pull the bigger man off the floor. "Five more minutes.." Whitty groaned in response, causing the smaller to burst out into laughter. "Come on Whits, you gotta take a showerrr!" He pulled again, and Whitty let out another dramatic groan. "Okayyy, okayyy, where's your bathroom?" He then huffed, standing up of the floor. Even though he was crouching, Boyfriend was still lifted off the floor from the sheer height of his man. "Woah.." He muttered behind him. He hadn't realised just how really tall he was until just now.

He let go and plopped down onto the floor, running off in front of him. "Follow me, I'll get you a towel." Whitty nodded, following after him. The bathroom was, of course, smaller than comfortable, but Whitty would take it for being able to shower any day. Boyfriend walked into the bathroom, grabbing a big towel from the small closet inside. "You can just hand me your clothes and I'll wash them for you!" The blue haired male chirped as Whitty took the towel. "Uh..." Whitty started awkwardly, and Boyfriend's face quickly went red. "Oh! Right! Sorry!" He laughed awkwardly and hopped out of the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

Moments pass and there's still silence. That's when Whitty opened the door and glanced around, then looked down to see Boyfriend sitting against the wall next to the door. "Um.. I need.. help.." The bomb man muttered in embarrassment. "Y-Yeah! What's up!" Boyfriend jumped a little, giving him a nervous smile. "I.. Don't know how to use the shower.." He admitted in a quiet voice, as if he were ashamed to be confused about something that seemed simple. "No worries! I got it!" The shorty waited for Whitty to open the bathroom door, and honestly wasn't prepared to see Whitty.. Without his clothing on? Sure he was about to take a shower but.. wait, Jesus this guy was ripped! He was defined as hell, mostly in his abdomen and chest area. It was odd his arms almost looked bionic, but he wasn't sure what made them appear that way. Boyfriend's face flushed a deep red, just barely keeping his jaw from dropping. "Uh.. Bee?" Whitty spoke up after a minute. Boyfriend shook out his head, immediately laughing loudly in embarrassment. "Yes! The shower! W-Watch!"

Whitty tilted his head in curiosity as Boyfriend explained turning the knob to get what temperature of water. Whitty nodded along as he explained what to do. It was a simple concept. Now he felt stupid. "Don't worry! Everyone's showers work different, you're doing your best!" Boyfriend reassured him, thinking against patting his back. He would literally freak out feeling his muscles he was not risking it. "Oh yeah, my clothes are over there." Whitty pointed to the heap of clothing in the corner of the bathroom. "THANKS. I'LL GET IT WASHED FOR YOU." Boyfriend stated a little loud, earning an odd look from the bomb. "Yeah I'm.. Just call me if you need me.." Bf hung his head in shame and went and picked up his clothes, trudging his way out of the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

He slumped against the door, feeling like his head was spinning. Holy shit this guy is actually physically kinda hot.. The sweat shirt and sweatpants kinda covered it up but.. Now he knew. He needed to rant to someone about it.

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Boyfriend was on the phone for an hour telling Girlfriend all about the recent things going on. She of course sat through him fanboying over Whitty's body, which made her giggle. He still didn't talk to him about meeting his friends yet.. Well, that's what they were gonna do tonight! He hung up when he heard Whitty turn the shower off. It was quiet for a couple minutes. Boyfriend glanced down the hall. The bathroom light was still on. What.. "Whitty??" He called out, getting up and walking to the bathroom. He knocked once, then twice. Still no response. "You could at least answer me- Are you dissociating or something??" Boyfriend puffed his cheek. One more minute without answer. "I'm coming in!" He called to Whitty, then pushed the door open.

Dear god it took everything in him not to laugh.

There was water all over the floor. The shower curtain was in the tub, and Whitty was using it to hide himself. "Uh.. I can explain.." Whitty started, and Boyfriend lost it, putting his hands over his mouth as he erupted into histerical laughter. "Dude are you okay?? What happened??" He managed to ask. Whitty averted his eyes. "I.. I tried to move this thing and I guess I.. pulled too hard.." He mumbled, which only made Boyfriend laugh harder. God he was wheezing. "It's not funny." Whitty retorted bitterly, narrowing his eyes at him, and Boyfriend held his hands up. "Okay- hhhhhaaaa okay, I'm sorry." He wiped the tears from his eyes. "It's okay, they do that sometimes. Come on, get out the shower and I'll handle the curtain." Boyfriend snickered to himself as he walked out the bathroom. He wished he could take a picture.

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"I have a shirt and some boxers. Sadly no pants, hope you're okay with that." Boyfriend held up the clothing to the male, trying his best not to look at him or he'd go into bi panic again. "That's fine, I don't really need pants I guess.." Whitty answered, taking it from him. "Why do you keep doing that?"

"Doing what??" Boyfriend looked up at him. Whitty looked a little concerned. "Am I bothering you? Your face keeps going red, and you can't even look at me anymore.." Boyfriend's eyes widened, and he quickly began to wave his hands. "No! No no no no it's not a bad thing! It's uh- I'm.. uhh.." He struggled to find the words. What was he supposed to tell him?! "ohh I think your abs are hot" or "oh I just really like your BODY" Boyfriend shook his head.

"You're really nice to be around, and it.. it makes me happy!" Boyfriend stammered, causing Whitty's eyes to widen in surprise. He liked.. being around him? "So happy, in fact, I don't know how to function! So.. it's a good thing!" He smiled nervously up at him. Whitty felt his face heat up again. "I make you happy?" He asked, as if it were the most bizarre thing he'd ever heard. This just set Boyfriend off. He gasped dramatically, then grabbed Whitty's hand. "Dude you're cool as hell! Of course you make me happy! I hella enjoy your company!" He exclaimed. Whitty stared at him, then looked away shamefully. "Even after..?"

"Everyone has their breaking points. Remember, I understand! It's in the past. I don't.. look at you any different." Boyfriend muttered, his voice trailing off. He was saying some pretty personal shit.. Almost intimate. Whitty for sure wasn't used to this kind of praise. His hands were warm, almost like a heating pad.. He almost didn't want to let go..

"Uh... Whitty?" Boyfriend tilted his head, and Whitty blinked before gently taking his hand away. "Uh.. L-Let me get dressed.." He spoke in a low voice. Boyfriend nodded quickly. "Of course! Yeah!" He walked out of his room, closing the door behind him. Maybe he should heat up some pizza for him...

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"Am I doing it right?"

"Yeah yeah! And I'll sit right here. Feels nice right?"

"Yeah.."

Boyfriend took it upon himself to teach Whitty about the world of affection. It breaks his heart he hadn't received any since the day he was born. This guy was too special not to at least get hugs. The small male was sitting in Whitty's lap, the taller's legs criss crossed under him like a bed. He had his arms wrapped around Boyfriend's hips, and he set his hands on Whitty's arm. It produced a warmth that wasn't a physical warmth for Whitty. He had no idea what this feeling was.. He was enjoying it though.

"Hey Whitty?"

"Hm?"

"Can I ask about your.. your childhood?"

Whitty let out an uncomfortable sound, pursing his lips. He wasn't so sure about that right now.. "You don't have to if you don't want to!" Boyfriend quickly interjected. Whitty shook his head. "I'll.. I can tell you some.." Boyfriend looked up, pressing his head into Whitty's abdomen to look at him. Whitty would admit, it was pretty cute.

Whitty sighed softly, looking up at the tv in front of them. "Well.. I wasn't born. I was made." He stated, Boyfriend seeming a bit taken aback by this. They had that type of technology already? "By this man, Updyke. He has this.. organization, that hunts down creatures like me. I guess he was gonna use me to find other people like me, or something.." He shrugged. He didn't really know why they hunt down things they also make. It seemed.. torturous to him.

"I'm guessing you escaped from the organization.." Boyfriend spoke softly. Whitty nodded. "That's only one of the things I'm on the run from." He stated. He did feel safe talking to Boyfriend about it. Maybe it wasn't such a bad idea. "It's why I told you not to tell anyone my name and that you were seeing me. I have a bounty, people who want to kill me, hurt those around me. All because of a stupid rock career." He grunted distastefully, feeling the stress weld up in his chest. Boyfriend turned around in his lap to look at him, quick to hug his torso. Whitty began to relax again, letting a single tear roll down his cheek. "I don't know why I was made.. I didn't ask to constantly have to fight for my survival. I wonder why I can't just.. live like everyone else.." His voice shook as he spoke. It broke Boyfriend's heart to pieces.

"Hey, what about that rock star career? What happened?" Boyfriend asked him curiously, reaching up and wiping the liquid away. Whitty grew to appreciate the gesture. "Well.. I was found by Daddy Dearest himself. He broke me a label, I made my own songs until.. Months later, he steals my shit and claims I stole his." Boyfriend felt his face grow warm under his hand. Either he's embarrassed or mad about it. Shit, why not both?

Boyfriend let out a soft sigh. He felt Whitty's arms tighten around his smaller frame. He pushed his face into his chest. Cuddles usually made him feel better. "Well.. I'm glad you could open up to me. I understand a lot more stuff now." Boyfriend spoke into his shirt. "I promise you.. I would never throw you into the gutter. And you'll never be alone again. Which is why I want you to meet my friends!" Whitty looked down at him, as if it were the craziest thing he could ever suggest.

"But that girl you hang out with, isn't she dearests' daughter?"

"Yeah but she's nice! I already told her to keep you a secret." He winked at him. Whitty groaned lightly. "I was hoping you could meet her.. this weekend? Maybe.. Friday?" He started slowly, raising his brows hopefully. "Bee, that's tomorrow. I have like zero time to mentally prepare." Whitty put a hand on his own face. "Please!! Please!!! It'll be fun I promise!!" Boyfriend stood up on his legs, staring him in the face again. "Okay okay fine! Just as long as he isn't around. I'm not ready for that just yet." Whitty covered his face with both hands. This guy was like a child. He was willing to bet his friends gave him what ever he wanted too. "Yay!! Thank you Whits!" The blue haired male exclaimed, leaning forward and smooching his cheek.

A moment of silence passed between the two before Whitty made a face. "What was that?" He asked him, and Boyfriend hopped off the couch quickly. "Okay!! That's enough for tonight! We should get some sleep right? right. Okay goodnight!" Boyfriend's entire face was pure tomato red, and he rushed himself to his room.

Whitty watched him go with a huff. Weird. He touched the cheek he kissed him on. Interesting.. It felt nice.. Weird, but nice. He'd just have to ask him to explain it some other time.

[surohsopsisofclouds]

Appreciation

It was all set up. Roman was on an adventure in the imagination for the rest of the day, and wouldn’t be back until around noon the next day. Deceit was sunbathing in his room thanks to the cold that Remus had let creep in from his side of the imagination over the course of a few days. Which meant that he was free to follow through with his plan.

Remus put on the finishing touches to his idea, and then began to shapeshift. His hair lost its gray streak, and his clothes changed into that of his brother’s. He turned towards the mirror, pulling his face into the smooth, sane look his brother’s always held. Disguise complete, he sunk out into the light sides’ common room to show off his new idea.

“Hello Padre, would you like to see my newest creation? It is sure to leave you in complete awe!”

“Oh, of course, Roman!” Patton replied from the couch, turning to face him with a grin on his face.

He pulled out the idea, rattling off all he could about it to first Patton, and then both Logan and Virgil once they walked in.

By the end of the hour, his idea had been approved for Thomas to use! See, he knew his idea’s could be good! They just couldn’t- come from… him…

Before his sudden sadness could show up on his face, Remus took his leave with a grand, sweeping bow.

Rising up into his room, he walked over to a shelf and place the idea on it, his form rippling like sludge back into place as he moved. Sighing, he turned towards his bed, flopping onto it like a dying, decaying fish.

Remus rolled over, grabbing his giant stuffed octopus and pulling it into his arms, letting his tentacles come out to wrap around it as well.

“Well, at least they still liked my idea…” He whispered to himself, drifting off into his warped dreamland.

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“Remus, did you by chance not steal Logan’s deodorant? He’s most definitely not been pestering me about it, and- isn’t that not the idea that Patton was yammering on about at dinner? Roman’s one?”

Remus froze, having been in the middle of painting a mangled corpse onto one of the walls of his room. Giving a deranged grin in hopes that it would hide his sudden nervousness, he giggled.

“Nope~!” You really think he’d be able to create anything as horrific as I can?” He dramatically waved a hand in dismissal at the idea, spraying a curtain of what Deceit was hoping was just blood colored paint, in his direction, forcing him to step out of Remus’ room to avoid it. With a swift movement of his arm, Remus slammed shut and locked the door, effectively cutting off the conversation.

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“Remus!” A loud voice followed by a louder banging on his door echoed around his room, making him wonder what it would feel like, if his eardrums burst from it. Would he be able to hear it? Would blood just pour out of his ears like a squished egg? Would-

“Remus!” Oh. Right. Angry sides at his door. Pitchforks? Hmm.

He waved a hand lazily from his position on the floor, turning his head to look towards it as it burst open, his brother angrily raising his fist, obviously caught in the middle of slamming it against the door again.

“Yes, brother dearest~?” Remus asked, conjuring maggots to fill in his open mouthed grin.

Roman flinched away slightly in disgust, before steeling himself and opening his mouth to speak. “The others tell me that you’ve stolen one of my ideas?”

Remus frowned, in equal parts confusion and fear, his fingers starting to tap against his thigh arhythmatically. What? He thought he’d gotten his role just right! What did he miss? Did he get too caught up in the excitement of finally being listened to and let some of himself show through? What-

“What do you mean? Why would I ever want to steal one of your ideas?”

Roman frowned right back at him, crossing his arms as he spoke. “Logan told me that when he asked Deceit if he’d found his deodorant, he said that the only thing he’d found was an out of place idea.”

Remus stopped. That… was it really so strange to them, for him to have a good idea, that they’d think he’d… what, stolen it?

“Really? He… well, whatever.” Remus shook his head violently, trying to get his brain to splatter against the insides of his skull in hopes it would fix the problem.

Forcing his signature demeanted grin back onto his face, he arched back up onto his feet, twirling around and twisting his wrist, he finished the movement leaning on his morningstar facing towards Roman.

He gestured towards the offending idea on his shelf, hoping Roman wasn’t about to try and destroy it. At least if he took it, it would still end up helping Thomas.

Roman strode towards the shelf, then hesitated as he took stock of everything on it. There were a lot of ideas crammed together on here, but only one of them was supposed to be his. It should have been easy to find his, and then get out; should have been, and yet... 

“None, none of these are mine? Then why…?” He turned towards Remus, just now noting his stiff posture, as though he was nervous?

“Why did they think you had one of my ideas in your room, Remus?”

Remus froze, before giving an exaggerated shrug, his foot beginning to tap on the ground rapid fire. “I don’t know, because they hate me?” Roman blinked in shock at how casually his brother had said the words.

“Why do you think they hate you?” Roman asked, horrified.

Remus gave his brother a look. “Oh I don’t know, maybe because I’m the bad one? The one that likes all the things they hate? That is all the things that they hate?”

“Remus, that’s not tr-” He interrupted him with a scoff.

“What? Were you going to say that it’s “not true”? Take a look at the situation we’re in, Roman!” He spun in a slow circle, arms spread wide as though to encapsulate his entire room.

“It’s as true as a baboon’s ass! Why else would you be in my room, it’s not like anyone comes to visit, much less you!”

“Remus-”

“No!” Remus screamed back, “Let me finish! Listen, for once, listen to me!”

He began a circuit of his room, gesturing wildly as he went. “The only reason you’re in my room is because they told you that I stole one of your ideas. The only reason they thought I stole one of your ideas is because they thought I stole one of their deodorants -which! I did not!-And the only reason they even deigned to look at one of my ideas at all-”

By now Remus was screaming, his throat raw with emotion, thick tears streaming down his face as he dealt the final blow. 

“-Is because I introduced it to them as you when you were gone!”

Roman stared at his brother, but before he could open his own mouth to speak, Remus’ clamped shut, a look of complete horror coming over his face like an avalanche of broken bones and metal.

Roman stood frozen for a moment, before he slowly made his way over to his brother, arms trembling a bit as he raised them to circle around Remus’ shoulders protectively.

Remus sniffed, choked out a broken sob, and then wailed into his brother’s embrace, knees buckling and sending them both to the floor.

They stayed like that for what could have been a few hours, could have been a few minutes, could have been a several eternities for all the brothers cared at that moment.

Eventually, Remus pulled away a bit from Roman’s embrace, wiping at his face roughly, laughing wetly.

Roman raised an eyebrow. “What’s so funny?”

“I- I sound like a beached whale getting carved open right now! All its guts hanging out…” He looked away suddenly, trailing off. “Sorry…”

“Hey now, none of that!” Roman said, grabbing his twins chin and gently nudging it back towards him. “You have nothing to apologize for. It’s the rest of us that need to apologize to you, in fact.”

Remus’ eyes widened in surprise. “What? Why would you need to do that? I’m the one in the wrong.”

“That’s just it, you’re not! And I’m ashamed of myself for not having realized earlier that we were making you feel that way in the first place. You shouldn’t be so afraid that we’ll shun your ideas that you feel you must disguise yourself as me in order to share them!”

Remus’ eyes started watering again at this, Roman summoning a tissue and gently wiping them away, before slowly lifting them both back onto their feet.

“How do you feel about having a disney movie marathon?” Roman offered with a hesitant smile.

Remus snorted. “With everyone else? Do you really think they’d-”

“No,” Roman cut him off. “Not with any of the others. I just wanna spend some time with my twin.” He hesitated for a moment, hand reaching out to touch Remus’ shoulder gently, “it seems like I’ve been neglecting to do that for quite some time.”

Remus laughed, his slightly histerical cackle bouncing off of the walls to echo in their eardrums dischordantly.

“Yeah, that’s as understated as saying that the black plague was only used for a little biowarfare.”

“Wait, what?” Roman’s nose scrunched up. “Do, do I even want to know?”

“Nope!” Remus grinned, popping the “p”. “Now, which one are we starting with?”

End.

[purple-baby-d]

off-screen.

Minho × Reader.

Fluff.

Word count: 1,684 words.

Brief: you're the writer to actor Choi Minho's wide collection of dramas, and also his long-time best friend. Your growing feelings towards him seem to be obvious to everyone... but him. Or at least, you thought so.

dedicated to @theravengoddess ♡

"Hyung, there's a whole lot of people out there who want to see you" the youngest one mumbled, stepping insecurely inside his office. "Just come out, please. Maybe they'll help you deal with the sorrow".

Still, the comment made the eldest boil, how could he suppose some people who didn't even want to be there could help him "deal" with the biggest pain of his life?

"Why don't you tell me how the hell do you expect me to deal with this life without her?!" Hungyu yelled out of his mind, as he punched the table histerically.

"She's not the only girl in the universe, hyung" his best friend, Chanmyeon, tried to comfort him.

"No, she's not" he stated, while turning around to the window of his workshop. "But she was the only one for me" his voice broke, as he tried to keep the tears from rolling down. "She made me feel things I've never felt before, and I will never feel them again...".

"Hyung-".

"Go home, Chanmyeon-ah, and tell everyone to do the same. I don't want to see anyone" he mumbled, still looking out the window.

And as his best friend bowed with respect to leave him completely against his will, he broke down. Hugging the picture of his late wife between his arms, the tears streaming down his cheeks like a river of pure pain.

"And cut! Amazing job, Minho, let's call that a day!" Jinki, the director, yelled into the megaphone as he stood up from his chair, marking the end of another filming day for the most recent one of my —and Minho's— dramas: "Our Page". Basically, the story talks about a well-known poet, Son Hungyu, who writes down a book about his newly deceased wife, going through their glory days as teenagers, how they fell in love and all the ups and downs they went through as a couple. It wasn't my everyday writing subject, but I thought it would help Minho step out of his comfort zone, and that would break the type-casting he was so tired of. I did it for him.

It wasn't a secret to anyone how much I liked my best friend, and it made me so frustrated that the only one who didn't seem to notice that I liked Choi Minho was Choi Minho himself.

Minho and I have been best friends since we met each other in middle school, when he was just discovering how much he loved acting and the only thing close to my own story I had was my diary. Now, I'm the author to the majority of the dramas he's a starting role to, and it isn't very hard to tell why: he's my muse for every single male lead character.

In Korea, we tend to want a perfect lead role for every drama, and what better than a sweet, caring guy who tends to keep his head too far in the clouds to notice your feelings? And everyone agreed there wasn't a more perfect fit for that role than my best friend himself.

It made me a little jealous, let's be honest: his job involved being constanly surrounded by beautiful women, and mine involved writing the awefully romantic plot lines he had to live with them. Sometimes, I wonder what it would be like to live those experiences with the real Minho, calling him by his name and not by the selection of fake names he's been known for.

"Girl, you're head over heels for that dude, right?" Kibum, my co-writer and another very close friend of mine, mocked me as we walked along.

"Quit it, Kim. I don't want to talk about it right now", I sighed, looking down.

It's been a while since I've had any sort of conversation with Minho, he was busy preparing for his role and I was busy trying to keep myself from telling him how I really felt about him. Kibum stopped walking and looked back at me, his hands holding my shoulders as he rocked me back and forth.

"Y/N, wake up! It's not his fault, you gotta come clean to him, tell him what's going on" he told me, rolling his eyes. "You really expect him to guess from that poker face of yours that you like him? I can't imagine how uncomfortable it must be for you to keep it all to yourself".

"Key, how is it that everyone can tell but him? I mean, what if he knows and he just doesn't feel the same?" I pouted, looking down. "I've had the biggest crush on this guy since we were students, how come he hasn't noticed yet?".

"Y/N, can we talk?".

Minho was a few meters away from us, calling my name as Kibum turned around to me, practically pushing me over to him.

"Don't worry about me, honey! Taemin will make me company, I'll see you later" he practically ran away with Minho's stylist, leaving me alone and confused. Minho grabbed my wrist lightly and took me to his dressing room, sitting me in the couch as he sat on the coffee table right in front of me, looking at me dead in the eye.

"Are you mad at me?", he sighed and asked after a while.

"What?" I asked back, a little confused. "No, of course I'm not mad at you, what makes you think so?".

He sighed, looking down from me, something so typical of him when something made him upset. I looked over at him, in a limbo between confused and worried, how could I read his mind without looking into his eyes? He knew the answer very well: I couldn't. Minho's eyes were the key to his soul, and without looking at them, my voyage across his endless thoughts found itself trapped inside a storm of darkness.

"Is everything okay?", my lips moved without my consent, as my hand felt tempted to run across his light brown locks to attempt giving him some sort of comfort.

Silence was my only response, he didn't move an inch from his position. I thought he was just putting his words in order, perhaps trying to practice a scene from the script I don't remember writing down. I kept expecting an answer, a breath, something to break that silence so loud I could barely hear my heartbeat. And I had enough.

"If you're not going to tell me what's wrong, I'll go", I stood up and was decided to leave, until his hand gripped my wrist, keeping me from moving.

He turned me around and stood up, looking at me so intensely I thought he would burn open holes in my eyes, not a glimpse of my well-known tender friend Choi Minho inside those eyes. He stepped closer, his glare kept me from moving, making me feel like my legs would crumble at any time. I didn't flinch, I couldn't even move. I just looked back at him, standing right where he wanted me to. His glare lightened and his grip loosened, as the twinkle in his eyes got back.

He looked scared.

"I think I'm in love with you" he blurted, looking down on me again.

Something inside me gave me the feeling he was pulling a prank on me, but the tint painting his cheeks light pink assured me he wasn't. Or maybe he was, and he was just a great actor to pull it off in a believable way.

"No" he denied, looking back at my eyes to erase any doubt off my mind. "I'm sure I'm in love with you".

The statement froze me, more than a whole gallon of liquid nitrogen. His shy smile showed up, lighting up his face as I noticed how hot ny face was: I blushed, like I've never blushed in my whole life.

"I just- I didn't know how to say it" he explained, his hands drawing lines up and down my arms. "We've been friends for so long, and I really don't want to mess that up. But everytime you smiled at Jonghyun... it made me feel sick, I knew I needed to tell you how much I love you", he looked at me, expecting an answer I didn't have prepared just yet.

So my body, as a new independant system, took his cheeks and made him lean in for a kiss. The unresponsive side of it felt shocked as my hips were pulled into his, his grip tightening around my waist as he locked the door I was minutes prior on the way to walking out.

We ended up in the little bed he had for resting between takes, as he laid me down still kissing me. We hadn't stopped making out a single second, his tongue now playing with mine as we both tried to discover every inch of our mouths. I played with his hair, keeping my hands from running across his chest. When I let go of a little moan as he bit my lip, he stopped, pulling away from me while looking worried.

"Hey, what's wrong?" I asked, mi hands travelling down to his cheeks.

He sighed, his eyes looking deep into mine.

"Believe me, I want to make you mine so badly right now pulling away was one of the hardest things I've ever done" he confessed, making me smile. "But I want to make things right with you: take you on a date, making you feel special and calling us the way we should".

"Are you asking me to be your girlfriend?" I asked, a little blushed as he smiled at me, kissing my forehead.

"I'm asking you, Y/N, to be the one and only real owner of Choi Minho's heart" he whispered, as if it was a secret for us.

"Then, give me the title and I'll wear the crown" I quoted one of his first dramas, smiling as he held me tightly. Only to make me laugh with the only request he kept making me after that.

"Never put me on a prince costume again".

send me an idol, give me a gif and I'll write you a story! ♡

hope you liked it, my universe 💜

[vapidsims]

Heres part 2! Link to part 1

because otherwise that first post was gonna be realllllllly long ;-;

Following the red queens takeover of some human territory she decided ruling seemed like a lot of work. she would prefer to sleep in or take to her hobbies, or bury herself in a nice book! 

But she had no heirs to speak of and finding someone to marry, then have a baby with, then RAISE said baby- UGH. shed rather make another-

THATS IT!

So she made another mask.

Which brings us to -drum roll-

So she concocted herself a son. He would sit on the throne and bark orders for her. except!-

wanna hear the funny thing?

He only likes the title. He cant take responsibility for anything. nor is he very....Responsible. OB does what he wants. Whenever he wants. Whatever thought enters the empty cavity that is his skull rattles around in there for a grand total of two seconds before he acts upon it. Nooooot exacly someone you want handling buisness.

And everyone involved, including him, recognized that very, VERY quickly.

Now he is unique in the fact he has....a face? most of it anyway. Hes got an actual voice to go with it. Hes also part of the reason why older masks think they communicate mentally. The words that humans and other creatures hear coming out of OBs mouth...tend to be a little different from what another mask standing right next to him percieves. its like when youre watching something with captions on and it dosnt match exactly. sometimes even the human or whatever in question will have confusion, as they recall understanding him but cant repeat what he said back.

Its wild. OB has mind powers confirmed.

After realizing OB couldnt actually call the shots. the red queen designed another Mask. And This one came out much more dutiful and admittedly, a little uptight. but She and OB balance out. 

Oscillia does not get the title of queen but she is referred to as the master because anybody with half a brain in the kingdom knows shes running this shit. Her voice is low and intimidating, like your head is a homey little cottage and shes casually knocking at the back door with a big wooden bat. 

She has been known to order executions but fortunately, unless the crime was something extreme, OB comes in and tells her to  cool off. Oscillia is truly a “my way or the highway type” 

suiters have often found themselves on said highway xD if she didnt pursue you first she dosnt want to hear your love proclaimation.

Shes also been known to go and retrieve fallen masked herself and take them to mother to fix. She might not know everyones name, or job, or title. But if youre one of those loner masked and nobody else is coming to get you, and she knows you exist...shes coming to get you. But be prepared for a lecture on safety when you wake up.

She makes it known she isnt fond of harming humans or other “lesser creatures” without damn good reason. So the human-body-snatching thing is not a practice she approves of unless an absolute last resort.

(most other masked can care less)

Also she has a Mini-griffon named Argus. She thought hed grow big enough to ride into battle one day but he stayed small...-shrug- She likes him anyway.

All together now! We have OB and Oscillia here but also!

The butler Cavahnt, who was the queens first masked and has since remained very loyal and by her side. the family treats hims very well and regardless of their own higher status the black masked will call him “brother” and “cousin” respectively.

The princess, Oh goodness poor Morgana xD

So the queen kinda hit it off one time with a human blacksmith a few centuries ago. (this was after OB and Oscillia) 

Much to her surprise she had a child, no, like...a real one. She wasnt sure what to do so she handed morgan off to Cavahnt asap. He had no problem raising her but now Morgan is entering “maturity” and shes starting to feel some type of way about her mother not giving her attention.

why?

Is it because shes human spawn? is it that mother prefers OB? Or Oscillia???

Does she like the fakes more than her?!

Morgans attemps to “assasinate” OB are usually met with him shrugging it off and laughing histerically. Followed by him comforting her, getting her some tissues, and telling her a better method to try next time. Its really a joke to him.

Oscillia on the other hand...

Lets just say Morgan only tries it if shes REALLLLLY confident. and said confidence usually dosnt last long. The lady black may not have eyes but... Morgan knows a death glare when she sees one. And usually?

Runs to hide behind OB. haha

Finally we get to #1  the mother herself.

Not much to say that wasnt mentioned already.

She prefers her books and hobbies, is rarely seen at balls or other occasions. hell. The family dosnt even see her much outside of her alchemy lab.

Shes as literally shrouded physically as she is shrouded mysteriously... she does not like to meet peoples gaze and prefers short conversation. except with Cavaht, who she can tolerate. and that balcksmith....but hes long dead.

[imaginesparadise-blog]

Imagine John shelby coming to your family picknick in a way to prove to your family how much he really does love you. You were now sitting on the grass playing with your siblings and cousins while the parents were organising everything perfectly for the family picknick, you couldn't stop looking around to see if John had arrived but everytime you looked he wasnt there, you sighed to yourself and picked up you little sister resting her on your hip and holding her with your arm around her waist making her smile everytime you would jump and laughed silly at her. " When is he coming honey? Your father is growing a little impatient now" your mother patted her dress looking at you sweetly before kissing yours and your sister forehead tenderly. " Mom, dad is impatient since the day he was born I think he even fought with the nurse when he was born just because he was a little late when coming" you rolled your eyes and your mother couldnt help but laugh histerically at your sassy remark. " You always know what to say, impressive but since John it's late maybe we can..." " Hello love of my life and hello my future family in law" John greeted loudly everyone with his arms open and smiling widely, you looked at him not being able to contain your smile and hand over your sister to your mother running towards John to hug him tight after being a couple of days away from each other. " where have you been?! I was rhinking you had changed your mind about coming today" you kissed his lips quickly not wanting to show much affection infront of your father. " are you insane my love? How could I be away any longer from you and my future family? I was just caught up with a little work but I am all yours for the rest of the day y/n.." John cupped your face smiling like a young man in love " Jesus how much in love I am with you woman, you drive me crazy" You blushed at his words and quickly jumped on your feet after your father cough to brinf both of your attention to him, you quickly composed yourself and stood next to john holding discretly his hand while he looked at your father and reached his hand for your father to hold. " Hello mr. Y/L/N , my name is John shelby and I'm your daughter boyfriend and hopefully husband if god so let us be" john spoke smiling at you for a minute and turning the gaze to your father seeing how his face changed, your father shaked John hand and nodded his head in a greeting manner. " You are late so lets eat and talk more about you mister shelby, I'm curious about my daughter choice" You rolled your eyes at your father comment and gave a apologetic smile to John something he brushed it off and walked to the table on the garden. When everyone was sat and with their plates with food John and your father started to talk and for your suprise John was far from being intimidated by your father posture and behavior towarda him. " So John did you went to war or you were a coward and stood back watching the real man fighting for their country?" " dad!" You repreend him and John rested his hand on top of yours. " Yes sir I went to war, me and my other two brothers were in war, I am no coward and never will be, I fight my own battles and protect what I love at all costs" " That sounds interesting, and what is that you do for a leaving then?" Your father drank his wine never taking the eyes from John. " I work at the family bussiness, we have a pub called garrison in case you want to visit and have a drink with me, I offer the drink sir and gambling aswell, all legal if you are wondering the source of it" John drank his wine too and your mother smiled at you giving you a aproving look about john. "Dad you are sounding like a police man, he came here to be with us and to meet you all, stop making such a big quiz like that please" you pouted at your dad and he sighed rubbing his face and then resting his hands on the wooden table. " John my concern its my daughter and her safety means more to me than you could imagine, yes we have our little one still but y/n its the one that is growing up and I just want to make sure that nothing bad will happen to her or else I dont know what I would do or how I would react, she is my little girl and always will be, I think you can understand that" your father finally stopped with the quiz towards john and sighed confessing his fear about you and your future, your face softened when you heard your father words and you grabbed John hand looking at him happy that its was going well this day. " I understand exactly what you are saying for I have kids on my own, I fear the same thing for me daughter and I can unsure you if I was in your place I would treat her boyfriend worse, but sir.. I love your daughter like I never loved anyone and I am not saying this to keep you happy and calm, I am saying this from the deepest part of my heart, I want to make her a honest woman, I want to marry her and spoil her with the world if I can give her that, I am always worried about her and her safety it's my mission in life and also loving her until the day I die, so please mr. And mrs. Y/L/N if you give me permission..." John stood up from his seat and stood next to you, you looked at him confused and your parents exchanged looks beetween themselves. " what is going on?" Your mother asked and you looked at her has clueless like she was. John kneeled infront of you and pulled a box infront of you, a red velvet box and opened to reveal the most beautiful esmerald engagement ring you have ever seen, you gasped and covered your mouth with your hands looking astonished at the ring, your father eyes widened and his jaw dropped and your mother squealed grabbing a hold of your father's arm. " Y/n, since I saw you i knew you had to be mine, your smile is the sunshine on my cloudy days, your voice is the music to my ears, your eyes are the diamonds I want to keep for life and never see pain in them, you arms are my safe haven and when you gave me your heart I locked it up tight so nobody could steal from me, I dont know how to do my life anymore wirhout you, I hate when we fight because I see you sad and that breaks my heart, I love to see you laughing because in that few seconds I was able to make you happy and that is my main goal in life, I dont want no one else but you for me because there is no woman in the world that could compete with you unless its our own children when the time comes, so please my beautiful angel would you give me the happiness and make me the luckiest man in the world by marry me?" John eyes were watering and you were now crying softly listeninf carefully every word he had just said, once he finished you nodded your head yes multiple times not being able to talk and John slipped the ring on your finger kissing it after. Your whole family clapped and your mother was holding yourself against your father cryinf emotional at the proposal, you stood up with john and hugged him tightly and kissed him deeply deposing all the love you have for him in that kiss. " I love you so much John, God if i love you!" You smiled trhough your tears and he smiled kissing your forehead and hugging you tightly. " I love yoy my queen, always and until I die dont ever doubt or forget that" he whispered against your hair not containing his smile. " Why cant you be more like him?! You never proposed to me like that" your mother said to your father and your father rolled his eyes something that made you and John laugh. " I married you didnt I? and I'm romantic so dont complain" your father protested and moved to John to congratulate him and you for the recent engagement.

[theblamelessone]

Sugar Cookies (BTS)

AO3

Pairing: Yoongi x Jungkook 

Genre: Smut which magically turned into kind of fluff at some point, idk

Summary: Suga and Jungkook have been in a secret relationship for some time now. One day though, Kookie gets a little too touchy with Taehyung and Yoongi gets overly jealous. 

Including: Jealousy, dirty talk, some tying up, biting, hickeys, sub(JK)/dom(YG), overstimulation kink

Word count: 3,686

“Jungkookie, you’re so tense today… Is something wrong?”, Tae aks out of the blue, appearing behind the younger man, then starting to massage his shoulders in a professional manner. He seems to know where to touch Jungkook’s body to make him relax his muscles, which actually surprises Kookie. 

 “No, hyung~“, he answers, closing his eyes at the pleasurable sensation of his senior’s fingers running gently over his shoulder blades. “I might be just a little tired…”. 

 The second Jungkook says those words, the room he’s been in with just V fills in with the rest of the boys. The youngest finds the eyes of his secret lover, Min Yoongi, and while his eyes fill with happiness, Suga’s stay emotionless, a bit sleepy. 

Kookie feels like he saw some feeling inside of them, though he can’t put his finger on it. Yoongi has always been a big question mark whenever he and Kookie weren’t alone. He might smile, he might even show some other emotions on his face, but he’s always a closed book. The Maknae keeps on thinking of it whenever he feels like touching his lover in one way or another, but being with others at the same time. He’d love to stop hiding, at least in front of other boys, but he’s been through that talk with Yoongi million times and he knows trying again won’t change a thing. 

“Our little Kookie seems a bit stressed today, right, hyung?”, Tae asks Jin, who just happens to block Jungkook’s view, which has been back of Yoongi’s head. Youngest’s gaze goes up to the oldest member of the band, who’s smiling lightly. 

“Maybe a bit”, answers Jin. “He looks like a pirate”, everyone stop in the middle of their actions to look at Seokjin in confusion. “You know what he’d say on his eightyth birthday?”, there’s a wide smile on oldest’s face. 

“Stop”, Yoongi’s reaction happens to be immediate and loud enough for everyone to hear clearly. 

 “Aye, matey!”, Jin finishes his joke, not minding Suga’s comment, just to start off with his histerical laughter that resembles windshield wipers. He then realizes he’s the only one laughing and walks off to a couch with a quiet whine, while others continue on with their actions. 

 Also Taehyung, as he doesn’t feel like stopping the massage he gives to the youngest member. His hands go lower, to the middle of boy’s back and he leans forward, closing his eyes and whimpering a little. 

 “Oh my God, hyung, this is so good”, Jungkook’s head falls forward as he begins to feel more and more relaxed. 

 “Kookie will fall asleep if you keep going”, Hoseok is the one to laugh. 

 “Then I hope he’ll sleep well”, Tae gives his cutest smile as the answer.

 “Right there!”, Kookie slightly rises his voice, as V’s thumb pushes at the most pleasurable spot on his back. “Oh I will sleep like a baby after this”. 

 The minutes pass and unfortunately for Jungkook, Taehyung becomes tired and flops on a couch beside Jin to watch some YouTube video they find amusing, leaving the boy alone on a lonely chair. 

 “I think I’ll go to sleep”, says Kookie, standing up and stretching his arms over his head. He silently hopes Suga sees his belly showing while his shirt goes up.   

“Goodnight”, says Namjoon, quietly. 

 As Kookie exits the room, Yoongi’s eyes dart up and pierce through Taehyung, who’s now clinging to Jin. Anger that builded up in Suga doesn’t want to chill, to calm down and let his heart fall back into it’s regular rhythm. Tae literally made Jungkook moan in front of him and the latter didn’t make a move to protest, he actually liked it! 

Fury is boiling Yoongi’s blood, jealousy present as never before. He definitely feels something for that kid. It’s no longer the way it was in the beginning, when their relationship was a simple sex tention reliever. They’d meet up in manager’s office or in one of the bathrooms, just to get rid of the uneasy feeling in their pants. 

 The first time they did it, it was Kookie who came to Suga. The latter has never been more shocked than that day, when the words “Would you let me suck you off? You can close your eyes and pretend I’m a beautiful girl, hyung. Please”, left Maknae’s soft lips. At first Yoongi refused, thinking that younger male was either drunk or high as fuck, but then he gave up, as the boy started to plead. He pretended not to be attracted to Jungkook in any way, pretending not to feel the best head he’s ever gotten. 

 Next time, they went halfway, as Suga couldn’t help himself and had to kiss the younger man, to feel those amazing lips with his own. He had no power in himself to let go of them, and all they did was rub their dicks together while having a steamed up makeout session. 

 After a couple of times of doing that while sitting next to a bathroom wall between a shower and a sink, Jungkook willingly gave himself to Suga, literally begging the older male to have “real” sex with him.

 And after that, Yoongi knew he will never be able to sleep with anyone other than the Maknae. 

 Without thinking, Yoongi gets up from his seat on the couch opposite from the one Jin, Namjoon and Tae sat on and goes towards the door with a blank expression. 

 “Where are you going, hyung?”, asks Jimin from the other side of the room and Suga now remembers he isn’t alone. 

 “To bed, Chim. Goodnight”, he says, barely looking over his shoulder. 

“Goodnight”, answers the choir of five male voices, before Yoongi disappears behind the door. He doesn’t go to his room, he walks pass it, not even looking at the door. His pace fastens, when he remembers how angry he became at Kookie’s shameless whines caused by V’s sneaky hands with long fingers. 

 He doesn’t even knock at Jungkook’s door, he just opens it slowly, pretending not to be there. The room is already dark, though none of Kookie’s soft snores are audible. 

 “Who’s that?”, Suga hears Kookie’s raspy, sleepy voice somewhere in the dark. He doesn’t answer though, as he walks slowly towards boy’s bed, quietly locking the door. He kneels on the edge of Jungkook’s bed, making sure on to indicate who he is. 

 “Yoongi-hyung, is that you?”, the Maknae turns in his sheets, blindly finding Suga’s hand and squeezing it lightly. “Oh, it’s you, Oppa”, Yoongi can hear Kookie smile. 

 “How do you know?”, he asks, trying to keep his voice calm and cold, showing that he’s mad at his lover.

 “You’re the only one that uses such perfumes, also, your fingers are long and skinny, the ones of a pianist, though they’re smaller than Tae’s”, at the mention of V, Yoongi remembers why he came into this room in the first place.

 “Why did you let Taehyung touch you like that, boy?”, Kookie is startled as he doesn’t hear “baby boy”, but a lonely “boy” leaving his lover’s lips. Suga is angry. “Why, Jungkook?” 

 “It was a massage, nothing complex, Oppa. You saw everything”, Kookie sits up and turns on the lamp standing on a night stand next to the bed.

 “That makes it even worse. You weren’t even bothered by the fact that I heard your moans, you little slut”, Suga barks out in anger, jealousy getting the best of him. He snaps his hand out of Kookie’s grasp, just to catch his wrists and put them over boy’s head, as he falls back on the bed, his legs spread for Yoongi like in an invitation. 

“Oppa, I didn’t mean to make you angry, I’m sorry”, Jungkook says barely above the whisper. “A- are you jealous?”, happiness spreads around Kookie’s bloodstream and even though  he tries, he can’t stop his smirk from appearing.  

“What’s so funny to you, boy?”, Suga growls lowly, narrowing his eyes at the Maknae. He then grinds his hips against the other male’s, who lets out a huff. “You know what I’m about to do, little horny slut?” 

 “What is it, Oppa?”, Kookie licks his lips, not hiding his arousal. The fact that Yoongi got jealous over Tae’s massage makes Jungkook happy the way he hasn’t ever been before. His lover actually feels something for him. He just doesn’t know what.

 “You’re going to be tied up and marked from head to toe. They’ll know you’re mine and nobody else’s”, Kookie’s breath hitches in his throat as Yoongi’s mouth attacks his Adam’s apple. The latter bites the skin and sucks on it, not hard enough to bruise yet, but to let younger male know what is going to happen. “Mine”.

“Oppa!”, Kookie breathes out, fidgeting in Suga’s grip a little. The older one lets go of his hands to unbuckle his belt and the Maknae takes this as an opportunity to tangle his fingers in his lover’s messy hair, which earns him a low grunt before his lips become locked with Yoongi’s. They swallow each other’s moans, both unconsciously griding their hips, creating a nice friction between their members and cloth separating the two of them.

Soon enough, Kookie’s hands are taken away from Suga’s head as the latter turns the boy around, so that his back is right against Yoongi’s chest, which gives him better access to boy’s arms. He ties them with his leather belt.

“Yoongi-hyung, it’s tight enough…”, whines Jungkook as Yoongi tightens his belt.

“What are you supposed to call me, boy?”, older male’s sentence is followed by a spank on Kookie’s butt.

“Sorry, Oppa. Sorry”, Jungkook is really bad at hiding his arousal, so his partner knows that he’s already into the right mood, just by hearing his voice. Younger man begins to whine, as Suga’s head dissappears under his shirt to leave bite marks and hickeys, one after another. It’s quite uncomfortable for Jungkook, sice his arms are tied together on his back and Yoongi’s movements lift his limbs, but he takes it like a good boy would.

Yoongi falls in trance, tracing imprecise shapes on boy’s back with his trained tongue. He starts off with Jungkook’s spine, as he licks it from the nape of his neck to the very bottom, where his boxers start. He then slowly bites his shoulder blades, forgetting about absolutely everything, not even listening to his lover’s quiet moans.

First hickey he leaves is in that one, soft spot on Kookie’s right side, over one of his cute moles.

“Oppa…”, Jungkook whines, his voice a mere whisper. “Please, it’s enough…”, he moves his hips back and forth, creating friction between his member and the bedsheets.

“Be a good boy and stay quiet”, says Suga, his voice firm and cold, as he stops Jungkook’s movements with his hands, his head still under younger man’s T-shirt. 

By the time Yoongi is done with his partner’s back, it’s covered in all kinds of red bruises - bites, hickeys, scratches. 

The temptation to take Kookie’s tight boxers off is a real pain to Yoongi, so to avoid going too fast, he turns his partner around.

And that’s a mistake.

Boy’s lewd expression, loud gasps and rock hard dick make Suga’s pants tighter than ever. Swallowed by lust, he attacks Maknae’s neck, leaving more hickeys and bite marks. Not being able to control himself, he grinds his hard member against Kookie’s hip, making the latter moan.

“O-Oppa!”, Jungkook’s whine is so loud, Yoongi is sure someone heard him. He doesn’t have the willpower to care though.

Suga’s hands are all over the other male’s body, while they kiss passionately, making Kookie’s moans almost silent.

“Yoongi-oppa, please, please…”, whines Jungkook, moving his hips ever so slightly.

“What do you want, baby boy?”

“I want you, Daddy”, Kookie whispers in an answer to his lover’s question, devilish smirk growing on is lips.

And that’s when Suga loses it. 

He throws his shirt off and behind him with couple of swift moves, to then work his jeans off. Jungkook has no time to react, as his liver’s lips connect with his once again.

“You’re mine, Jeon Jungkook. Mine”, says Yoongi very quietly, barely moving his face from younger man’s.

“I am, Oppa”, Kookie opens his eyes to see Suga with his closed. “But are you mine as well?”, that question makes the older man open his eyes and look into his lover’s dark voids full of some soft heat that makes him question himself.

What does that mean? Does he want to know if Suga would let him top? Or does he want to know if he loves him? Does he still want a real relationship, the one without hididng?

“Are you mine, Yoongi-hyung? Are you mine the way I’m yours?”, the Maknae looks like a lost puppy when he asks again.

Yoongi decides not to waste any more time and simply listen to his heart, as he slowly leans down and touches his partner’s lips very gently with his own. The other gasps, not expecting such delicate gesture, but accepts it without second thought.

“I think so…”

“Do you love me?”, Kookie’s words are so very soft and quiet; his voice lightly creaks at the end of the sentence.

The whole situation is so abstract, no rationally thinking person would imagne it (self- roasting author here lmao). They’re both heated up like volcanos waiting to errupt, confessing their feelings, as if they’re at the beginning of high school affair. 

“I- I don’t know”, answers Suga, watching Jungkook’s lips part a little.

“Good thing I do”, the Maknae gasps out, making his lover a little uneasy. “Untie me, please”.

Yoongi doesn’t hesitate to help the boy sit up after taking the leather belt off of his wrists.

“I love you, Min Yoongi”, Kookie says, casually wrapping his now lightly bruised arms around his partner’s waist and laying his forehead on his shoulder, which the latter doesn’t expect at all. “Ever since the beginning have I loved you”.

After a second of hesitation, Suga lets himself embrace the younger male back. Then they sit like that, wrapped in one another for a while, until Yoongi decides to speak.

“I might lo- love you as well”, he gets a bit flustered saying that to a bandmate, younger at that. He’s not entirely sure as to what he’s feeling; it’s strange.

“Then can we be boyfriends and stop hiding from the rest?”, Jungkook nuzzles Yoongi’s neck with the tip of his soft nose.

“Do you want to?”, the tone of the older male’s voice changes as he smirks slightly, alredy knowing the answer.

“I do”, Kookie laughs shyly.

“Then show me how much, baby boy”, Yoongi fits himself on top of Jungkookie’s left thigh and grinds against it. Then they start making out all over again, the younger man happier than ever.

It doesn’t take a long time before he’s laying on the pillows shirtless and gasping for air, while Suga searches for lube and condoms in a nightstand next to a bed. Once he succeeds, he works Kookie’s  boxers off of him to reveal a leaking, usually big dick, already red with all the blood inside.

“Already so, Kookie?”, Yoongi smiles devilishly, touching his lover’s member with a single finger.

“Oh, don’t act like you’re better now, Oppa”, Jungkook sits up with a smirk and lays his whole hand over Suga’s clothed crotch.

“Such a brat”, laughs Yoongi before starting a new dance between their tongues. 

Their hands roam on each other’s bodies, hums and whimpers mix as well as their breaths. In their bloodstream flows nothing other than pure ecstasy, lust and obviously love, which all together make Yoongi more confused than ever, but doesn’t make him stop.

During another few seconds, Kookie’s slender fingers slide his lover’s boxers off of his hips and down his thighs to reveal his needy member, also leaking with arousal.

The older male then opens the tube of lube, parting from Jungkook’s lips. He pours quite a big amount of liquid on fingers of his right hand and then warms it between them. 

Kookie spreads his legs wider without hesitation, as Yoongi’s pointing finger massages his hole.

“Mh… Finally”, the boy whines, smiling slightly.

The situation changes within minutes and the Maknae is a whining and gasping mess as three of Suga’s fingers curl inside of him, hitting his prostate every time. The boy bites down on the pillow nearby him, trying to minimize his moans so that nobody hears them.

“It’s too late, baby boy…”, whispers Yoongi into is lover’s ear. “I bet they heard you already… You can let them know I’m not done yet, darling”, the older man smiles at what he said right before rubbing his dick against his lover’s and making him moan loudly. “Exactly, just like that”

It all goes downhill from there.

Suga takes his fingers out of Kookie’s ass to then put a condom on and coat his cock with lube, not to hurt the Maknae in any way. Then he pushes the head of it against younger’s mentioned entrance, licking his lips at the sight of Jungkook’s flushed face and sound of his high pitched whimper.

“Oh… The tongue technology”, the Maknae gasps out, making Yoongi smirk and stick his tongue out for a second.

When the older’s dick is already deep inside, he bents over and kisses the younger one with his mouth open. He slides his tongue against the other’s palate couple of times to then let their tongues dance one more time and pull away, slightly thrusting his hips backwards, to pull out a little and make Kookie moan like crazy. 

“You said something about my tongue?”

“I love it, you know… Oppa”, Jungkook wraps his arms tightly around Suga’s shoulders, bringing him closer. He then whispers, “Fuck me so hard that when you finish and ask me how much is two plus two I’m gonna scream your name, Daddy”

He doesn’t have to repeat himself, because his words are enough for Suga to start punding him into the mattress so hard boy’s eyes roll up into his skull and strained scream escapes his throat.

“You yourself brought this upon you, baby boy”, Suga whispers, feeling the Maknae’s tight ass over his rock hard cock.

Kookie’s throaty shouts fill the the room illuminated only by a dim light of a small lamp on a nightstand, as his nails dig into his lover’s back and scratch down in the direction of Suga’s narrow hips.

“Oh- Oh GOD!”, the boy does everythiung in his power to keep himself looking into the eyes of his lover, since he knows how much he loves it, but he simply can’t. He wiggles under Suga’s moving body, his head hitting the pillows over and over again, the pleasure from Yoongi’s cock pounding his prostate too much to endure.

Suga can feel himself nearing the edge as well, but decides to ignore it and focus on the boy underneath him first. He slows his thrustst down to minimum, while caressing Maknae’s left cheek and kissisng him softly, like he has never done before.

“O- Oppa, I love you so much”, Jungkook speaks softly, with his eyes unfocused and hooded with his lids. “I’m so close, please, let me… Let me, Daddy”

Yoongi doesn’t realize it himself at first, but he comes with one more thrust, all while simply looking at younger’s expression.

“Oppa…? Did you…”

“I did”, Suga moans out, riding his orgasm out and then pulling out of the boy. “But don’t worry… Remember what you said about my tongue?”

Jungkook has no time for reaction, as Yoongi lowers himself on his body, grabs his dick with his whole hand and starts pumping it rythmically.

“Yoongi!”, the younger male sits up rapidly, his eyes widening at the sensation.

His lover then, looking into his eyes, licks the tip of his throbbing and leaking precum cock, which makes him release a high-pitched moan. 

Suga twirls his skilled tongue around the tip of younger’s dick, then takes his time to slowly take it into his mouth and allow the very top of it touch the back of his throat. Kookie hums in delight, tangling his fingers in Suga’s fluffy hair.

Then, as the older one wants to make his lover moan and possibly scream, he puts one of his fingers into Kookie’s - now loose - hole and quickly finds his prostate, taking the Maknae by surprise and making him squeek. He also doesn’t waste more time at teasing, knowing Jungkook is close enough to end the whole process in mere minutes, and starts to bob his head up and down quickly, while sucking his cheeks in and rubbing boy’s prostate not so gently.

Jungkook’s hums and whimpers change into loud moans and then into screams as he can’t take the heat in his lower abdomen anymore and releases into his bandmate’s mouth, too preoccupied with his own screaming to be able to warn him.

He then, acting only on his instinct, grabs Yoongi’s head with both of his hands (falling on his back and arching it because of the sensations) and pushes it downwards, getting his member into rapper’s throat and spilling his own cum out of his mouth, which the latter doesn’t expect, as normally, anyone other’s dick would ache already.

“Rub it, rub it”, Jungkook’s voice is hoarse and raspy as he quickly, but only a little, moves his hips to make Suga know he means his prostate.

Yoongi does as the younger male wants and then a loud squeal leaves boy’s mouth, as Suga feels his cock twitch a couple of times and then release something warm into his throat, which isn’t necessarily pleasurable.

“Did I just discover another one of your kinks, baby boy?”, Suga asks after laying himself next to his lover. Kookie nods shyly. “Overstimulation… I didn’t expect that, darling”, he lets him know with a quiet chuckle.

Before the older one falls asleep, he uses his shirt to clean his boyfriend’s belly and thigs out of their cum and turns off the light, to then slowly lay himself next to now calm, but still too overpowered by the intensivity of his orgasm to move, Kookie and cover them with a blanket.

“I love you, Jeon Jungkook”, he whispers, now sort of more sure of his feelings.

He then falls asleep to the quiet words “I always loved you and love you now”.

[balmerancrystalance]

Pride month prompts: Day 22; Wedding. 

a/n: they said wedding but they never said who’s wedding (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

“My little brother and your receptionist?” Shiro turned to his fiancee, towelling off his face to clean any residue of shaving cream, eying her on the bathroom mirror while she sat at their bed tying up her neverending silver hair in a messy bun. “Are you sure?”

Allura smiled sweetly, her seepy blue eyes sparkling in the sunlight as she stretched lazily, getting off the bed and walking towards him.

“Weren’t you the one saying the other day Keith was complaying about not having a date for our wedding?” She pouted playfully, wrapping her arms around her soon to be husband, perfectly scupted nails slowly sneaking underneath his pijama top eaving him purring under her touch. “Besides, you know Lance.” Allura insited gently.

“Yeah, how could I ever forget Lance?” He snorted loudly, turning around to kiss his fiancee on the forehead and make his way back into their bedroom, shaking his head fondly at the memory.

Shiro was there on Lance’s first day.

He was on his way to pick up Allura to have lunch together when suddenly a unfamiliar face behind the desk smirked at him. Even tho he was suited up like Pidge and practically everyone else in the entire building, only in a more neatly way, Shiro had no idea who the man was. Combed back dark hair, smooth cinnamon skin, twinkling blue eyes and a cocky smile. He could pass as Allura’s twin.

“Excuse me, Sir?” The man cleared his thoat loud enough to get his attention, grinning widely when he looked in his direction, giving him a once over before speaking again. “Can I help you?”

“I don’t know.” Shiro hesitated for a moment. “Can you, um-”

“Lance.” He said smoothly, quickly getting up from his chair to walk around his desk, taking a seat on the edge as he smugly crossed his arms over his chest. “I hope this doesn’t come out as very foward,” The stranger leaned briefly, close enough for him to be able to feel the radiating mix of expensive cologne and body heat, smile never leaving his face and eyes filling with mischief. “but looks like yours should definitely be ilegal.”

“I beg your pardon?” Shiro felt warmth inevitably spreading across his cheeks and creeping up his neck.

“But don’t worry,” The man continued, nudging him lightly on the ribs. “I know a good lawyer.”

“Yeah, his girlfriend, you dipshit.” Pidge suddenly appeared between them, making the stranger screech as Allura tried her best to catch her breath in the background, laughing histerically against the door frame of her office.

“What?” The now equally fushed as Shiro man asked outrageously, looking desperately back and ford between the blonde and him.

“That was hilarious.” Allura let out a bubbly giggle, placing a hand on his confused as hell boyfriend’s arm. “Babe, this is Lance, my new receptionist.” She explained cheerfully, gesturing the man in front of them. “Lance, this is Shiro, my boyfriend.” Once introductions were done, she turned back to him, standing on the tip of her toes to give him a noisy kiss on the cheek before going back to her office. “Just give me one sec and I’ll be ready to go.”

“Nice to meet you, Lance.” Shiro smiled sympathetically.

“Yeah, yeah, just go away and pull me out of my misery.” Lance said dramatically as he held his hand out for him to shake, not daring to make eye contact in the slightless.

“Oh, man.” Pidge fixed her glasses, snickering to herself before throwing a kwowing glance in Lance’s direction. “Just wait until Hunk hears about this.”

“Pidge!” The man cried, up on his feet in no time and chasing the blonde down the hallway. “Don’t you fucking dare!”

“He seems,” Shiro said once her girlfriend was back on his side, clicking his tongue while he thought for a word to describe him. “nice.”

“He’s a little peculiar, yes.” Allura shruged notchantaly, yet not a single hint of malice in her tone. “But he’s also very dedicated and hard working.” She smiled wholeheartedly, looking down at his desk before looking back at Shiro. “Besides, its his first day, cut him some slack.” Allura shoved him playfully with her cocked up hip while undoing her impossibly tight ponytail, holding his hand with a smirk plastered on her face once she did. “I would freak out if I saw someone like you walking in on my first day too.”

Shiro could only focus on try not trip down the stairs.

“Don’t you think he’ll be a little too much for Keith?” Shiro asked cautiously, laying out his fresh clothes for the day on his side of the bed.

“I’m sure he will find a way to handle him.” Allura said lowly over her shoulder seductively, proudly showing off the ring on her finger before sneaking it ever so slowly under the strap of her nightgown, doing the same with the other side and letting it fall graciously down her naked body and to the bathroom floor. “Runs in the family.”

After eight years of relationship, he knew how to recognize an invitation.

“You sure you can’t do it yourself?” Keith moaned grumpily, his still groggy with sleep voice muffled against his pillow.

“Wouldn’t ask if I could.” Shiro said from the other side of the line. “Keith, these papers are really important for Allura.”

Keith sighed heavily from underneath the covers, rolling over his stomach and blinking the sunlight away from a few solid seconds before grabbing his phone and turning off the speaker to hold it against his ear. “Fine, but you owe me pizza.”

“You’re the best.” The fact he knew his older brother so well to know he was without a doubt smiling was more than enough to make him do the same, hanging up the call and making his way to the front door, keys on one hand and helmet on the other.

He had memorized the way from their and his apartment to Allura’s office like the palm of his fingerless gloved hand, not that he has ever been there or needed to, Shiro just made sure he learned it in case of emergencies. Which, when it came to Keith, happened more often that the younger would like to admit so he really couldn’t blame him.

Pulling into the unfamiliar driveway in what felt like the blink of an eye, Keith parked his bike and adjusted his worn out messenger bag, making sure Allura’s papers were still there before going inside.

Seeing so many people walking in every possible direction wearing nothing but dark tailored suits and tight high skirts all of sudden made him feel self aware of what he might look like between the crowd.

Cursing to himself for not thinking this through, anxiously running his fingers in attempt to tame his violently windswept mullet, smoothing down his black leather jacket, and praying to every god that could hear him that no one would notice his heavy and so out of place combat boots, Keith walked faster clutching his bag like a lifeline in what he hoped was the right direction.

“You sure you okay, boss?” Pidge asked for the fourth time that day, looking up from her phone and quirking an eyebrow in the distracted silver haired girl’s direction.

“Yeah, just waiting for some-” Allura stopped herself mid sentence when she immediately recognized the boy awkwardly trying to push the door that said pull. “papers.” 

Showtime.

[supreme-kai-zamasu]

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Who doesn’t love soul-crushing angst? Send me a 💔 and I’ll generate a number, 1-75, and post a starter based on what scenario I get.

24. My muse finds out your muse was lying to them.

Shocked. Confused. Suprised. Disgusted? Dissapointed?

He was a liar. He was lying to everyone around, without any exception. He was lying even to himself. It was normal. It was natural. But he would never think that Son Goku, his definition of perfection, could  have this flaw  as well.

Normally, Zamasu would rage. Began to throw  worse and worse insults straight into stupid Saiyan’s face  without mercy. Normally, he  would even cut him with his Ki blade, not  really  caring about other’s pain.

But this... This was too much for his already confused soul. A sarcastic smile, so sad in specific way, appeared on his full lips. His grey eyes were crying  without tears, just looking desperatly at love of his life.

“Why?”

L A U G H.

He broke into histerical laugh, being  such amused by whole situation. His hand covered half of his face as he was almost choking  himself with that desperate  evil crackling.

Real tears began to run from his eyes, as much as never before. It last around one full minute... Before he just  stopped - both crying and laughing, opening widely his grey eyes. Such h a t r e d. A urge to just... destroy something. Maybe  himself the most. His voice changed into seconds, began to tremble as he spoke.

“It was  obvious from beginning, wasn’t it? Who would trust me fully, after all, right? Even someone as trustworthy as you... Hah. Why I was even suprised in first place?”

[arrowheadedbitch]

And yes I am imagining trans denki so I can give that gay boy my period cramps, what of it

I now have the idea in my head of class 1a doing a fun little make up a song on the spot game where you get a random word and you have to make up a song about it while Jirou plays the backing track (most of it is just hilariously bad songs with baller as hell guitar in the background)

Mineta managed to sneak a paper with the inspiration word "sex" into the hat while no one was looking and Denki draws it

They try to make him redraw but end up agreeing to let him keep the word as long as he's kind of classy about it and agrees to at least try to have a little nuance or whatever

He improvises the song Juno, as Sabrina Carpenter doesn't exist in mha so it's free game and I'm a sucker for the idea of someone improvising a really good song when you thought they'd me shit (at one point mineta heckles that Kaminari is being too tame [he is definitely not] and demands he at least works the word horny in or something, give him something to work with! And that's when he works in the "I'm so fucking hoorny" line lol)

Everyone freaks out, of course, and Mina totes recorded the whole thing. When they ask who tf Juno is, he just says that he chose the reference because he knew for a fact none of them would get it

Eventually, after days of being begged to tell them who Juno is, he is finally bribed with Endeavor's credit card (not by Todoroki but by someone who convinced Todoroki to let them borrow it, which was NOT hard lmao) he finally tells them "Juno is an American movie about teenage pregnancy" and they all lose their minds

Sorry, had to get this out of my head somehow