#fuckin rock paper scissors or something to decide

[sunshinediaz]

fuck it friday!

i'm a little late to the festivities, but i've arrived and i can finally put the fuck in fuck it friday!

was tagged by @panbuckley, @honestlydarkprincess, @wildlife4life, @wikiangela, @try-set-me-on-fire, @jeeyuns, and @alyxmastershipper (phew)

this is a lil something from a sweet, goofy thing i'm writing when bthb gets too much for my brain, so pls enjoy <3

Sighing, Eddie tucks his face in the hollow of Buck’s throat and breathes in Buck’s sleepy-soft scent. He hooks one of Buck’s legs up over his hip, reaches down to grip the base of his length, and nudges the head of his cock around Buck’s slick hole before bullying all the way inside.  Buck accepts him easily, greedily, and lets loose a hiccuped moan that he muffles against the scruff on Eddie’s cheek. He smears his lips across Eddie’s face, over his cheeks and nose and brow and forehead, and then finds Eddie’s mouth and kisses him, deep and dirty and delicate, like Eddie’s something to savor.  He settles atop Buck’s body, flush head to toe, and frames Buck’s face with his hands. He kisses Buck back, sucks on Buck’s tongue and licks Buck’s taste from his mouth; the white-yellow sun sifting through the curtains warms his shoulders and back and ass and thighs the same way Buck’s touch heats him up.  He pulls back to stare down at Buck. “Hi,” he says, quietly, and chuckles when Buck’s pretty blue eyes cross as he leans down to nuzzle against Buck’s cheeks. He’s flushed red from the heat of their bedroom, face blotchy and hot—the same color as his birthmark. Gorgeous.  “Hi, yourself.” Buck’s hands come up around Eddie’s back; his hands spread wide on Eddie’s ribs, fingers slotting in the divots. He grins, bright as the sun and dirtier than the pornos Eddie sneaked as a teenager. “You’re really deep. Can feel you in my throat.”  “Yeah?” Eddie smiles, pulling out till the tip of his cock’s the only thing inside Buck, before pushing all the way back in. Pleasure sizzles across his shoulders, leaving gooseflesh behind that Buck rubs away with his fingertips. “You’re so fuckin’ wet, baby. Gonna make a mess of you.”  Buck mewls, pathetic and sloppy, and hitches his leg higher up on Eddie’s hip. The angle’s good, allows Eddie to shove the head of his cock against Buck’s prostate as he fucks in, hard and fast. He drops one hand down from Buck’s cheeks to press against Buck’s tummy, right where he can feel himself shoved up inside Buck’s guts.  Eddie drops his forehead onto Buck’s. “Jesus Christ.”  “It’s not polite to say another man’s name while you’re in bed with your boyfriend,” Buck quips, chuckling against Eddie’s mouth, and Eddie fucks in hard once, twice, three times just to hear Buck’s laughter stutter in the back of his throat.  Eddie grins. Serves him right for being a smartass when Eddie fingered him open even after winning the impromptu, uncoordinated round of rock-paper-scissors to decide who was going to bottom this morning. He’s a gentleman like that.  “Eddie—” “Shut up.” Eddie kisses Buck, bites at Buck’s bottom lip till it’s swollen and red and wet with their spit. “Too much talking, not enough fucking.”  “But Eddie,” Buck says again, a little slurred, as Eddie finds his pace and begins fucking in, deep and hard and slow. “D’you know magnolia trees are over sixty million years old? That means—that means the dinosaurs saw them.”  Eddie huffs. “Buck.” He shifts over onto his elbow, reaching a hand down to wrap around Buck’s hot cock. He strokes up once, plays with the pre leaking from the piss slit, and drags his palm down, but before he can do so again Buck slaps his hand away. “Baby?”  “Don’t wanna come yet,” Buck replies, bug-eyed and slack-jawed. He laces his fingers with Eddie’s on the bed and smiles, ugly and crooked and so remarkable it hurts to look away. “Just wanna be close with you.”  Eddie shuts his eyes and holds Buck’s hand tight, relishing the wave of desire that crashes through his body. One of these days, he’s going to marry this man. He can’t wait.

no pressure tagging: @eddiediaztho, @thewolvesof1998, @jaskierofrivia, @housewifebuck, @shitouttabuck, @mysteriouslyyounggalaxy, and whoever else wants to share!!

#my sincere apologies if anybody's already done this and i just haven't seen it #116 degrees will melt your brain and i'm still recovering even after a shower and dinner and rest #tag games

[just-mya-writing]

SP Boys Playing...

Mario kart

Don't ask me what time it currently is

Final exams were coming up

And you and your friends weren't prepared whatsoever

Except Kyle

Cartman: "fuckin Kyle"

So, since Kyle is such a sweetheart, he decided to help all of you study

The group all went over to his house for like, a study group date or whatever

Stan brought note cards

You found and brought some dried out highlighters

Kenny brought a rat

Cartman brought mario kart

"goddammit cartman"

Not only did he bring a game to the group study date

He brought

The fucking

Mario Kart 64

Yeah, fuck mario kart super deluxe ultra 360 number 4 no cheese extra sauce

It's all about them blocky graphics baybeee!

Kyle does have a nintendo 64

He got it for Ike but the kid took one look at it and decided he'd rather play with his Xbox whatever

But he's only got, like, donkey kong, super mario, that game where you talk to pikachu, and some water ski game

So in walks Cartman with a lil strut and two controllers along with Mario kart

"Absolutely not," Kyle immediately says

"But Kaaaaaahlllllll" he groans, pleading with the taller boy

Kyle stands firm

"We're all here to study, no distractions"

"C'mon Kyle" you started, getting up from place on the couch and completely abandoning your tic tac toe game with Stan

"Just let him set it all up while we study, we could play a little bit when we take breaks?"

"Breaks are super important when studying," Stan agreed, walking up behind you and placing a hand on your shoulder

"Yeah!" Kenny chirped, already on the floor setting the system up

It was four against one and Kyle didn't stand a chance against all of you

He agreed that you'd all play during the 30 minute breaks between study sessions

Rejoice

Unfortunately for Kyle, it took all but five minutes before you started to mentally check out

He was telling you something about writing down what you know and then highlighting what you don't remember

Or was it reading your work and re-writing?

What were you supposed to highlight again?

Kyle noticed your eyes glossing over as you stopped paying attention

Kenny was already disassociating

Kyle decided it was time to take a break

Since there were only four controllers, one of you was going to have to sit out and take the controller from whoever loses

Rock paper scissors to decide who sits out first round

Cartman loses

Ha-ha

Demands a second third forth chance

Maybe he'd win if he didn't main rock

Grumbles about how he's "the one who brought the damn game" and should be playing while you're all picking your characters

Kyle picks Luigi

Kenny picks Princess Peach

You pick Toad

Stan was torn on who to choose

Eventually picks Donkey Kong just because everyone keeps on making "monke" jokes

"Hehe...mm, monke"

"He's a fucking gorilla"

"Monke..."

Cartman is pissed no one chose Wario

Who cares, y'all can finally play

bad idea

Bad Idea

It was a very bad idea to play Mario Kart with your friends

You really should've known it was a bad start when Stan, player numbero uno, decided to ignore your opinions and pick the special cup

Aka the one with rainbow road, which is totally fun. Super fun. Everyone loves rainbow road.

It's. Fine.

But D.K.'s Jungle is first

Stan swears that since this course is named after his character he's pretty much guaranteed to win

The game starts and...

You stare in immense disappointment as your toad stays in place since you started too early

Kenny smashes into you to add insult to injury

You're in dead last

Stan and Kyle fight each other for first while Kenny sits comfortably in forth after missing one of the mystery items boxes

You collect one for yourself, hoping for a bullet to bring you towards the boys

You get green shells

It's fine.

Your toad speeds by, trying to catch up as Kyle hits Stan with a red shell

"Oh fuck off Kyle"

"How's that guaranteed win going for you, huh?"

Kenny, meanwhile, practically gets pushed off course by the bowser character and is being hit by coconuts

You get 3 bananas to try and get yourself out from 7th place

Cartman is the most backseat gamer to ever backseat game

"Keep your bananas dumbass! It's basically a shield for shells!"

Wario passes from behind you with a star, putting you back in 8th place

"Gee Eric, I'm so glad I've got my banana shield"

"Not my fault you're the slowest fucking Toad I've ever seen"

"Fuck. Kyle, do you just have a never-ending supply of shells up your ass?"

Kenny laughs as Stan falls into the water

The second he is brought to dry land, Kenny uses his thunder bolt

Both of you laugh as Kenny then proceeds to run him and Yoshi over

"Fuck you, Kenny"

You finally climb to 6th place as Kyle flies against the finish line

Groaning as you grab a single mushroom, you get yourself there eventually as well

Your scowl looks like a smile compared to the look Stan is giving Kenny

"I was going to win! I totally had it till your lightning"

Kenny's laughing

"Yeah right, no way you were gonna past Kyle after going for a swim" Kenny smirked

"Hey, maybe your monkey will do better in yoshi valley" Kyle teased, bumping Stan's shoulder as the next round started up

"Ahem...ahem"

Cartman pokes your arm

"Wot"

"I believe the loser gives up their controller...and you ate ass the whole game"

You protectively gripped the controller

"Wait, no gimmie another chance"

Cartman screeches

You ignore him

The next round starts up and this time you don't screw up and actually get the speed boost

You get yourself up to forth place, just behind your friends as you all get an item

Gaining three mushrooms, you immediately use them to get up to second place just to get attacked by a barage of shells by the two behind you

"Oh come. On you guys!" You complain, watching toad helplessly tumble around

"No mercy!" the princess Kenny exclaims, running you over

"Stop doing that!" You glare at Kenny

"Stop being so cute" he counters

You mumble under your breath, trying to focus on getting an item

You get a blue shell

Biting your lip to hide your excitement, you wait for the perfect opportunity to use it, watching the boys and yoshi battling for first place

"Psst," Cartman leans forward, whispering in your ear as you lean back, both of you refusing to look away from the game

"Why aren't you using your shell?" He uncharacteristically asked softly

"I'm waiting for the perfect moment" you whispered back, ignoring Stan and Kyle bickering as they keep pushing each other off the track

"Hmm...got it...I'll let you know when the best opportunity is" Cartman concluded, leaning back

You look away from the TV to stare at him, raising an eyebrow

He met your eye, whispering a 'trust me' you're almost unsure if you actually heard

You could laugh

Still, you still didn't use it as the final lap was coming to an end

5th place was nice...

The finish line nearly in sight, Kyle inched by Stan, his star he used dying down

You felt Cartman pat your arm

"Now."

Without hesitating, you used the blue shell

The deadly shell automatically targeted Kyle, looming over him

"Dude! Which one of you used a blue shell?"

Kyle tried to avoid it by breaking, but it was too late

Him and Stan both got demolished by the blue shell

You try to contain your laughter as both boys begin making an uproar, watching yoshi take first place and cross the finish line the

Kenny, the one who adores making you suffer, finally decides to leave you alone and uses his hoard of red shells to bombard Stan and Kyle

Donkey Kong and Luigi are still tumbling around as you pass them, gaining you a respectable third place, Kenny already cheering over his second place win

Cartman, meanwhile, was on the floor laughing as the two losing boys voiced their concerns

"You fucking bastards!"

"I was this close, this close to winning"

Their verbal insults just made you even more proud

"Sorry dude, alls fair in love and war," you shrugged, laughing as one of them chucked a balled up paper at your chest

The combined laughter and angry screeching completely covered the sound of the alarm Kyle had set to signify that the break was over

Who cares

Kyle the loser begrudgingly gave his controller to the still laughing Cartman

The study session has completely turned into a gaming one

But no one really cared, even as verbal insults and jokes were constantly being made

Everyone was having fun. It was such an enjoyable experience that no matter what happened in the game you all managed to let it motivate you to do better and laugh harder. You couldn't remember a better

Wait

Fuck

Cartman just hit you with a green shell

And you fell off the damn boardwalk

Kenny ran you over

Now Stan is laughing

You hate Mario Kart

#south park #kenny mccormick #eric cartman #stan marsh #kyle broflovski

[genderlessghoul]

8, 15, 18

8 : Have you been to a ritual?

I haaaaave I was at the Bridgeport ritual on August 20th. It was actually on my sister's birthday, when I told her I wouldn't be there that day, she asked me why and I just sent her a Swiss gif. She was like "are you fuckin kidding me".

I'm Canadian and I got there by bus, spent 20h travelling to the show. Would do it again in a heartbeat. It was everything. I'll never stop bragging about playing rock paper scissors with Swiss and Phantom

15 : Favourite ghoul costume era?

THIS ONE WAS MEANT FOR ME I SO HOPED SOMEONE WOULD ASK.

Impera in a heartbeat, I live for complicated costumes with infinite amount of details. There's so much happening on those costumes when you take the time to study them it's INCREDIBLE. From the fabric choices that are all so rich and different, to the accessories that were thought through down to the literal buttons on the shirts, I cannot not love them.

I adore the vests, the shape in the front and the metal work they did for those clasps. They're so detailed for something that's never getting seen from up close I LOVE it! The choice of the fabric makes me feral too, I'm not much of a fan of paisley pattern on a regular basis but that one??? Gorgeous to no end. Also a pain in the ass to find but that's another story. Also the back of their jackets??? Please 😩😩😩

And the capes!!! I know they were so impractical for the guitar-playing ghouls but FUCK were they gorgeous on them 😩 the contrast of the light blue satin with the (I'm pretty sure) black suede??? Insane. Beautiful. Gorgeous. The harness system they came up with so the capes wouldn't move around too much is also very much to be admired.

And don't even get me started on the helmets, I mean the idea to change the masks for helmets in and of itself is brilliant. But the design itself is simply gorgeous, so different from what we'd seen before with Ghost. ESPECIALLY different from what we'd seen with Prequelle, that was essentially just a remix of the Meliora masks. The execution of the design is amazing and I loved the idea of personalizing the helmets to each ghoul, so sad they got rig of that in the middle of the European leg. If they decide to ditch Dew's white horns, I might actually start a riot ngl.

If I could be left alone in a room with one of those costumes for 10 fucking minutes I'd truly die happy. Okay I'll move on or else I'm never shutting up.

18 :Favourite Ghost shirt?

Not really a shirt but I just have to say my batwing hoodie. I bought it at my ritual and let me tell you I had DREAMT of that hoodie! It was a lot of fucking money but so worth it, it's comfy as fuck. I'm so glad I got the official Ghost one instead of byuing the cheaper Hot Topic one cuz the HT one doesn't have a grucifix on the zipper and the print in the back is not the same quality.

#the band ghost #ghost bc #meerkat's whatever #ghost ramble #impera ghoul #ghoul costume #bridgeport ritual

[thegrantwater]

the best (and worst) bau sleeping arrangements

- jj and emily almost always share rooms on cases because, well, they're the only two women and as much as they love the guys they love not feeling weird about not wearing a bra to bed

- derek and spencer will both stay up late because spencer is reading maps of the area while the tv is blaring old twilight zone episodes and he's also playing classical music on the oldest ipod nano to ever exist, which is keeping derek up and when he can't sleep he does a little workout routine while going over the case so far

- hotch and rossi both snore so. goddamn. loud. which is why they always end up in the same room. rossi is definitely the key offender, because it's very rare that hotch even sleeps; instead he drinks coffee from the pot and pours over the case until the sun comes up

- emily and derek have shared rooms once or twice, which normally isn't an issue except when emily tries switching the vonnegut audiobook out for white noise at 2am because she stayed up listening to it instead of falling asleep and derek throws one of his pillows at her and tells her to "put the damn book back on emily"

- jj and spencer almost never sleep if they share a room, mostly because they end up tossing snacks and candy across the room at each other from their beds and try to catch them in their mouths. this always ends with the floor and the sheets covered in chex mix and jellybeans

- jj and derek have shared rooms together a few times and it's not the worst thing, especially because both of them get up early to stretch and get a little workout in, but jj stays up later and derek gets up just a little earlier so it's hard for them to feel well rested

- rossi and emily have probably the easiest time falling asleep, because rossi knows that emily has a hard time falling asleep so he'll sing her italian lullabies until she's knocked out and then he'll stay up for a little while longer just in case she needs comfort after a nightmare

- emily and hotch can never be allowed to room together. one time derek walked in on them doing the deed (it was a stressful case alright) and another time reid got nailed with a pillow after he came in unexpectedly and woke up hotch, which woke up and subsequently pissed emily off because she'd just gotten to sleep after blocking out his snoring, after which he apologized in coffee and a new russian novel he'd been reading

- hotch and derek aren't the worst bunking arrangement, but hotch finds it kind of irritating when he's just laid down after staying up to look over the case and derek is already up and doing push ups with his music loud enough through his earbuds that hotch can hear every single song

- rossi and jj surprisingly don't have a hard time when they have to share a room, they'll normally put on an old movie, talk about the case for a little bit, and fall asleep with no issue (jj is a strangely heavy sleeper so the snoring doesn't bother her)

- emily and spencer also don't have a hard time when they share a room, they'll trade books and stay up reading and discussing the themes of whatever novels they're reading until they fall asleep

- jj and hotch will almost always stay up talking about their kids and wishing they were with them instead of being out on a case, and they'll share pictures and talk about how they're doing in school and fall asleep way too late in the night

- derek and rossi hate sharing a room, mostly because they have such different night routines and derek absolutely hates hearing rossi snore (he definitely invested in good earplugs for those cases)

- hotch and spencer are absolute menaces when they share a room, because hotch will lecture spencer about drinking too much coffee and staying up too late and spencer will do it right back to him and they always end up a little bitter at each other in the mornings

- rossi and spencer have an amicable arrangement when they have to share a room: spencer puts in his headphones and pours over the case file to drown out rossi's snoring, and neither of them end up bothered

- and of course, the rare times that penelope will go out in the field with them, she'll gladly share a room with anyone, and no one has any issue when she does because she is an angel and would wake them up with fresh coffee and bagels and has their gear for the day all set and constantly checks to make sure they don't want one of the stuffed animals she brought with her because she knows how much it helps her sleep after seeing so much bad in the world

// anyways this has been in my drafts for months and i just finished it because i think its super interesting to think about how they would pick who rooms with who and what those dynamics would be like //

#criminal minds #criminal minds headcannon #criminal minds hc #david rossi #aaron hotchner #emily prentiss #derek morgan #jennifer jareau #spencer reid #penelope garcia #they probably have arrangements picked ahead of time but i like to imagine that every once in a while they just don't think about it #until they get there and realize no one thought about it #so they play like #fuckin rock paper scissors or something to decide #or they draw straws #and pray that they might be able to get some sleep at night #the first three are what i like to imagine sleeping arrangements are typically like #but i wanted to get everyone in there #and of course garcia would be the best to room with are you kidding?? #that wasn't even a question

[adorethedistance]

Unbiased Source - Actress!Reader x Owen Patrick Joyner

JATP masterlist

Words: 2149

Warnings: Swearing, I think that’s it (?) it’s very tame

Summary: Grabbing sushi with friends is a joy but especially when they strategically sit you with your crush, and you talk about embarrassing moments, first kisses, and falling on stage.

A/N: This is the sequel to Say No to This, but it can also work as a stand alone fic for the most part. Thank you to everyone who read the last part and left such sweet messages on the post, in the tags, in my messages, everything! It means a lot to receive support for doing something I love.

After splitting up rides and deciding who’s riding with whom, all the members of dressing rooms A and B made it to the agreed upon sushi restaurant in our land-locked state. Eden tried to pull some tricky bullshit and get Owen alone in a car with me, but things didn’t work out that way. Probably for the better. I’d be so nervous that I’d start driving like an idiot.

In the parking lot in front of the shop, I lock my car behind me and place my keys inside my bag. As I approach the restaurant entrance, I see none of the group is waiting outside.

“Did they not wait for us?” I turn around to see Owen tucking the keys to his car into his pocket.

“I guess not.” Stepping in front of me, he opens the door to let me in first.

“After you.”

“Oh, thank you,” I smile shyly. Slipping past Owen, we enter the dimly-lit restaurant, searching for our friends. They’re all located against the back wall of the room at a long, rectangular table; the only open seats are in the middle of the table, directly across from one another. Sighing, I turn to face Owen in mild dismay.

“Do you want to crawl into the booth, so I can have the chair?” He doesn’t seem very keen on the idea.

“I’ll rock, paper, scissors you for it?” He quirks a sheepishly optimistic brow. I roll my eyes before securing my bag against my body.

“This is so juvenile.”

“Do you wanna just go ahead and crawl in?” he challenges. I narrow my eyes in response.

“Do you do ‘shoot’?”

“Yeah.” Primed and ready to go, Owen and I chant together,

“Rock, paper, scissors, shoot.” Owen chose scissors, and I smile in triumph as I fortunately picked rock.

“Best of 5?” he flashes his teeth in an awkward smile after I pretend to crush his scissors under my rock.

“Get in the booth, pretty boy.” His smile turns genuine but I can tell the teasing remark has embarrassed him by the way his face flushes pink. Approaching the table, Owen is still embarrassed as he crawls into the empty space in the booth next to the guys. Somehow, we’ve managed to put all the boys in the booth and the girls in the chairs. It seems like a happy accident, but I know better. This is purely Eden’s doing so that Owen and I would be forced to sit together.

“Fancy meeting you here,” Becca sips her drink playfully, to which Eden adds on,

“Hope you don’t mind, we grabbed our seats first.”

“Mhm. Yeah, that’s real fuckin’ funny, Eden.” I place my bag across the back of my chair. “How did we manage to sit in our character couples?” I comment on the seating arrangement of Owen with me, Lucas with Becca, Brad with Dawn, and Devin with Eden.

“Oh are we? I didn’t even notice,” Dawn solidifies the fact that the six of them are much acting stranger than usual. Owen and I spare our friends a glance of playfully knitted brows, but upon meeting eyes and taking notice of our identical expressions, we break into a fit of sincere giggles. Then, our waiter arrives and sets menus down in front of each of us before taking drink orders.

“Oh, they only serve full rolls,” I accidentally announce to the table and subsequently lower my voice as a result, “I don’t think I’m gonna eat the whole thing and sushi is not meant to be leftover.” I say to myself, skimming the menu for a smaller portion of food to no avail.

“I’ll split one with you,” Owen softly offers from across the table. His volume is lowered to talk directly to me, but our friends quiet down as well to hear our conversation. Noticeably so that Owen begins to blush, and I come off more defensive than intended.

“Can we help you?” I swear they’re acting like actual middle schoolers. The group backs off, and we all place our orders accordingly. I tried to get Owen to agree on a specific roll but he simply told me to order what I wanted and that he’ll eat whatever. After taking our orders and menus, the group then enters into a conversation about tonight's rehearsal.

“Can we talk about how I almost ate shit on my entrance tonight?” Rebecca says while opening her chopsticks.

“Singing as Velma Kelly is hard enough, and Dina put me in 3 inch character heels for what?”

“At least you didn’t fall all the way off the platform like I did.” “Okay, that was on the first day of blocking, Dawn. That’s not the same caliber as the last rehearsal before opening night.”

“Well I beg to differ-”

“Hey, that brings up an interesting question. What’s your most embarrassing moment?” I ask the table which silences Dawn and Becca’s bickering. Everyone seems hesitant either out of embarrassment, shyness, or careful consideration.

“I’ll go first, since I don’t have many regrets and you all seem to be grasping at nothing,” my overconfident demeanor pulls a small laugh from Owen’s lips. A delightful sound I aim to be the reason behind again and again.

“When I was in my senior year of high school, I went to a music shop with this guy I had a crush on. It was like a small family owned business kinda feel, and they had this wall of CDs. And he was a huge music buff, but I didn’t really know anything, so I spent most of the time just listening to him talk about music. He’s going down the aisle explaining the different vibes of the music, so he’s like ‘this is stoner music’ and ‘this is the kind of music white people use for dinner parties’ and kept going on and on.

So, he gets to this one CD and says: ‘this is the kind of music that people fuck to’ and it caught me so off guard I turned bright red in the middle of the store. I was hoping he wouldn’t notice but he saw and totally made fun of me for it. I was absolutely mortified!” the entire table erupts into laughter at my misfortune, and I’m glad to break the ice of whatever awkwardness that was lingering from rehearsal.

“Yeah, I definitely don’t have any stories like that,” Dawn laughs through her words.

“That’s pretty good, but I think I’ve got you beat.” “Oh?” I raise my eyebrows at Owen’s challenge, which launches him into a full story.

“It’s my first kiss story. I think I was a Freshman in High School? I had met this girl at the movies and we were watching something really stupid, I don’t remember what, I was not into it. But I stuck it out to be a good boyfriend. So, we leave the theater after it ends, and we’re standing out front waiting to be picked up just talking. Then we get to the whole ‘I had a great time’ routine and I can tell she was hoping I’d kiss her. So I decided to go for it… but I didn’t know you were meant to like, turn your head a bit. So I just went straight in and we bumped into each other so hard, I made her nose bleed.” My jaw drops in shock and I try to conceal my growing smile.

“I’m not laughing I promise,” I lie through shallow breaths before giving in.

“How forceful was that movement that you made her nose bleed?!”

“I don’t know how we did it, but it was awful I felt so bad.”

“But that begs the question, Owen...” Eden begins mischievously, “...have you improved since then, or have you retreated into celibacy for eternity?” I laugh along with the rest of the group, but secretly hope for an answer. The tip of Owen’s tongue darts out to cover his lower lip as he forms an answer.

“I haven’t ‘retreated into celibacy’ but whether or not I’ve improved is inconclusive.” “What the hell does that mean?” I take a sip of my drink following my snarky question.

“Well, my opinion is biased since it’s in my best interest that I improved.” The teasing nature emanating from Owen’s words is comically intense, but I stand my ground regardless.

“It’s in your best interest?”

“No he’s right, Y/n,” Dawn breaks the stream of tension between me and Owen. “He is biased, which means… for accurate results the information has to come from an unbiased source.” Owen and I exchange a glance of confusion and bite back our lingering smiles.

“Meaning what exactly?”

“Meaning the only way to tell if he’s improved is to ask someone who has kissed him recently.”  My lips part in realization; my cheeks grow hotter than the surface of the sun at Dawn’s conclusion. All eyes at the table are centered on the two of us.

“So tell us, Y/n. Has Owen improved?” Suspense looms over the entire table. Before I can say something against my better judgement, I deflect the situation entirely.

“Well, I didn’t kiss him back then so for the most accurate results it’d have to be the first girl, right?”

None of my girlfriends are pleased with the response, but they let it go thank god. I was hoping they could read my hesitance for what it was.

“But at the very least is Owen a good kisser?”

“...Alexander is an excellent kisser, but whether or not that’s also Owen isn’t something I can factually confirm.” I’m playing interrogation dodgeball out here, someone help me!

My prayer is answered as our waiter returns with the first trayful of plates. Everyone has their food with the exception of a few soy sauce dishes, and we begin to sporadically eat among our playful chatter.

We talk some more about first kisses, performance fails, and the entire rehearsal process before the waiter returns and tries to break up the bills accordingly. As he comes to the middle of the table, I reach into my bag, fishing around for my wallet. Just my luck that it’s my turn and it’s buried under all the shit in my bag. Before I can even open my wallet, the waiter has moved on from standing behind my chair, and I look up in confusion.

Upon seeing him swipe Eden’s debit through the tablet’s card reader extension, I turn back to the table before connecting eyes with Owen. He’s slipping his card back into his wallet before tucking it back into the pocket of his jeans. He shoots me a reassuring wink.

“Owen, you can not just let me choose whatever roll I want to eat and then pay for it, too!” I nearly whine in the middle of the restaurant. He shrugs wordlessly as if to say ‘I don’t see why not’ and takes one last sip of his water as the group begins vacating the table.

We all file out of the sushi shop, but I decide to hang back a tiny bit to walk with Owen, creating a little distance between us and our friends. Reaching into my disaster of a bag, I retrieve a pack of gum and take a piece before offering one to Owen, saying,

“Do you have a Venmo?” Accepting the gum from my smaller hand, Owen shrugs again before laughing through a toothy smile. I roll my eyes in an unconcealed moment of frustration.

“How about this,” he stops us right outside the restaurant, but barely within earshot of our friends. “Since you’re so desperate to pay me back, we’ll get dinner after tomorrow’s show. Sound good?” The sly bastard with his nice hair, and his dumb pretty face, and his pearlescent smile.

“I’d agree but something tells me you’re not gonna let me pay for that either.” He laughs harder, and smiles just that much wider.

“Am I really that transparent? Whatever, tomorrow’s a new day which will erase your debt. I’ll pay for dinner and you can cover dessert, yeah?”

How Owen is being so bold tonight is truly stunning, especially for how shy he’s been in this entire rehearsal process up until now. I don’t want to give in, but I also don’t want to lose the chance to spend time with him.

“Fine, but dessert has to be more expensive than dinner.”

“You are so stubborn!” “Uh huh. And what else do you like about me?” Owen shakes his head with furrowed brows, but he can’t conceal his unyielding grin,

“What do you mean? I don’t like you at all.” I pretend to be offended and nudge Owen off balance with my right shoulder. It’s his turn to feign offense before knocking me off balance as well.

“Do we have a date or not, Mariah?”

“It’s a date, Alexander.”

***

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Wedding night⇢kth x jjk

⇢18+ ⇢pairing: Taehyung x Jungkook ⇢genre: Smut, fluff, mxm ⇢word count: 12.7k ⇢warnings: profanity which is mostly Tae cursing like a sailor, dirtytalk, drinking, dom!kth, sub!jjk, koo sucks tae off in a taxi lmao, slight cockwarming in koo's little throat?, more oral cuz Koo is cockhungry as hell, DADDY KINK, Tae eats Koo's ass like a fuckin champ, light choking ig but its with luv, anal (as always, this is fictional, use lube- koo loves when tae destroys his ass)

A/N: Serves as an ‘after story’ within the Love Maze series AU, however can also be read on it’s own.

“Damn, Tae.” Hoseok whistled, messing with the younger’s formal, silk bow tie whilst Taehyung examined his reflection through the mirror; set out to dismiss his hyung’s side comments, no matter how uplifting.

He was nervous— as he was expected to be. It was Taehyung’s wedding day, and although he’d been dying of excitement days prior, now that he stood in his assigned dressing room; his heart was racing . Of course he was thrilled to be marrying Jungkook--he wouldn’t have proposed to the man if he wasn’t 100% sure. But.. still . It was an important milestone in their life--Taehyung wanted it to be perfect.

“Jungkook’s jaw is going to hit the floor!” Jin’s elated voice joined in from his spot on the couch, where he sipped on a martini; legs crossed as if he was relaxing by the beach, living his best life.

“I can just imagine the look on his face.” Namjoon playfully squeezed Tae’s tense shoulders, grinning at the anxious man through the full-length mirror. Taehyung simply shrugged him off, grimacing as if Joon’s touch stung. “Hyungs.. can you be quiet? I’m trying to think.”

Namjoon stepped away from Tae, hands raised in surrender. “Sorry, sorry. I just can’t believe it— that you guys are getting married, that is.”

At that, an awkward smile tugged at Taehyung’s lips. He couldn’t believe it either; it felt like a dream. Tae didn’t regret getting down on one knee at all, he wanted Jungkook for the rest of his life. Some might think they’d been taking it too fast— or are in a hurry to secure their future; but this was what felt right to the both of them. They’d been dating for five years now, making Taehyung twenty-three; a young adult whose life was only beginning— supposedly. But that was the furthest thing from the truth. No matter how cheesy it sounded, Tae’s life began when he met Kook, his husband-to-be. He wanted to be married to the guy, to be able to call him his husband. They’d even started looking into adoption agencies, knowing the process could take up to a year’s time. Fuck what people thought of their decisions, they were theirs to assume the consequences of.

“Shit, I just hope it all goes well..”

“It will, Tae. This day will go down in the book of your lives.” Namjoon reassured.

Jin snickered, hiccuping, “You’re so poetic, Joon. Trust me, this day is going to slap.”

Meanwhile in Jungkook’s dressing room..

“You nervous? Need a cig?” One of Jungkook’s coworkers, Jia, offered; already pulling out a pack of cigarettes from her purse.

“Uhm.. I don’t think that’s a good idea..” Jisoo frowned, eyeing the other woman with uncertainty. “Just take deep breaths if you’re nervous, Jungkookie.”

“Ooor you could just smoke one.”

“For the last time—“

“You girls are so different, oh my fucking god.” Yoongi nonchalantly grumbled, arms crossed over his chest. Jia rolled her eyes, tucking the cigarettes back to where she found them.

“You guys are being annoying,” Jimin sighed, setting aside his beer before waltzing closer to Jungkook, studying the younger’s appearance with a pleased look on his face.

“Tae’s going to love you. You look good!”

''No smoking, I'm literally about to kiss Taehyung in front of everyone.'' Jungkook murmured, eyes hyper fixated on himself in the mirror. Honestly, a cigarette, or ten would be exactly what he needed right about fucking now. He was so nervous, his breathing was shallow-- his hands trembling. He took a good look at himself... He's always looked the same in his own eyes, ever unchanging. But today was different. Jungkook was different. Suddenly, he could see all the changes he's made since high school-- all the changes he'd been through with, and without Taehyung. The ever growing muscles finally at their peak, the suit flattering to his shape from his widened shoulders to his slim waist. His tattoos snaking out of the sleeve to his hands and by his neck. And his always way-too-long hair that he refuses to keep too short only because Taehyung had once said 'I like it long.'.. Now, that must've been years ago, but it stuck with the younger.

"I really look good?" Jungkook glanced at his friends through the mirror.

“Yes!” They all answered in unison— “Decent.”

“Yoongi, shush!” Jisoo playfully pushed the newly-dyed blonde’s shoulder, assuring Jungkook of how handsome he looked.

“Kidding, kid. You look okay.” Yoongi shrugged, successfully dodging Jimin’s incoming slap to his chest.

“Don’t pretend like I didn’t catch you trying to hold back your tears moments before, Min.” Jia smirked, crossing her tattooed arms over her chest; smile widening at the man’s taken-aback reaction.

“Wasn’t crying. You don’t even know me, anyways.” Yoongi huffed, now more hyper aware of his feelings, hence he snapped his head in the opposite direction of his peers.

“Never said you were crying, now did I?”

“Yo, both of you, stop bickering. If you didn’t hate each other so much, I’d think you’re secretly in love with one another.” Jimin didn’t bother looking at the pair, instead focusing his attention on the man of the night— well, one of the men. He was extremely happy for them; they deserved their happy ending after all the shit they went through. And it was a lot..

“You look hot, spicy.” Knowing it’d tickle Kook’s amusement, Jimin giggled whilst he verbally teased him, hoping to ease his mind even for a bit.

“Damn, Yoongi’s crying might rub off on me.”

“I wasn’t crying for fucks sake!”

~

Taehyung was left alone for some time; left to gather his thoughts once the suit was properly fitted, black hair slicked back— a couple strands falling down to his eyes. Still, he felt far from put together.. Reaching for his phone, Tae tapped on Jungkook’s profile, thumbs moving before he could think of the right words to say.

To: Kook Hey ;)) I know it’s bad luck or whatever to see each other before the ceremony, so I settled for texting I’m a little nervous, I’ve had to pee like 10 times now But fuck I’m so eager to make you my husband, bet you look gorgeous as always

Jungkooks scrunched smile and giggle grew, his friends surely knew how to hype him up; even though the nervosity was at its peak. "Thanks guys." He reached for his phone on the table as soon as it chimed, tucking his fringe behind his ear as he tapped the message. It didn't matter how long the men had been together, Tae always put a dumb grin on Kooks face with his interesting mashup of rambles and emojis. He quickly tapped back on the screen, he'd become a pretty good texter these days compared to his younger days.

To: TaeTae I'm also nervous T_T the girls (and Jimin) have been hyping me up for the past twenty minutes...I almost considered smoking a pack but I wanted to taste good lol. x) And I'm pretty sure Yoongi cried! feel so awkward in a suit, but they say I look, and I quote, "spicy" :ooo Can't wait to see you though, I can't imagine how fucking pretty you'll look in a suit.. I'll see you soon ^^ <3

Jungkook cringed, this might be the longest text he's ever sent in his entire life. But it was fun, and hopefully it would help ease the elders' nerves.

"Alright, it's time!" Jimin clapped his hands. "We will head to the audience, you got this Kook!"

Fuck, it was actually happening. They were getting married.

Taehyung comfortably sank back in his spot on the couch, chuckling at Jungkook’s use of emojis; it was fuckin’ cute. His boy was a dork, another reason Tae wanted to marry him.. The younger’s plan unknowingly worked, Taehyung felt more at peace as he typed back his reply; fingers moving quickly as he knew it was almost time to go. Now that he thought about it.. it was a waste, considering Kook probably wouldn’t see it until after the ceremony, but it did calm him down, so Tae said to hell with it.

To: Kook You always taste good tho..love everything you have to offer, you know I’m not picky And fuuuuckkk I bet you’re rocking the suit rn baby, don’t feel awkward

“Tae! Hurry.” Hoseok’s head peeked in from the other side, urging him to wrap it up— whatever had him grinning from ear to ear. Throwing his phone to the side, Taehyung looked at his reflection one last time, messing with Namjoon’s work on his tie. When jogging out of the room, Tae cursed to himself— his speech!  “Shit, never mind.” The elder was so stressed out that he hadn’t noticed the slip of paper was tightly held in his hand; it was nerve-wracking. Taehyung was the one supposed to wait at the altar; after having been decided by a silly game of ‘rock, paper, scissors’. The one thing they took their utmost time deciding on was the name, however.

Jeon. Taehyung wanted to take Jungkook’s surname. Something about wanting a fresh, fresh start. His boyfriend was his everything, and his father was nothing compared to Kook. Tae felt as if change was needed, and what better way than to refer to himself as a Jeon? It drew butterflies in his stomach..

“Fuck— sorry, I’m here now.” The elder harshly whispered to the marriage officiant, nearly tripping over a random cord on the way. Of course. Fuck, his mouth was dry. Taehyung’s chest felt heavy with excitement, squeezing tightly onto the piece of paper that had his vows written inside; just waiting to be heard by Jungkook— and everyone else, but those words were meant for the younger, truly. Shit, Tae just wanted to see him..

~

Jungkook was trembling behind the closed doors, continuously having to be stopped by Jisoo from running his hand through his hair.

"Don't mess your hair up, kookie. We spent hours on taming it!" She chuckled quietly, fixing the tie on his neck. He was a nervous wreck, his anxiety causing his stomach to do somersaults. He wants to throw up.

"I've never been this nervous in my life." Kook bounced on the ball of his foot, taking deep breaths. He was gonna get through this. He wanted this. He just wanted to see Taehyung.

"Shh, it's time. Go get that husband, Kookie!" Jisoo patted his back, grabbing the basket of flowers that she'd share with her daughter, Yuna. She was 5 years old now, and having them as the flower girls was nothing but an obvious choice. The doors slowly opened, music playing and everyone on their seats stood up, turning to look at Jungkook. It was a mix of eyes, all showing their own version of joy, whether it be with tears in their eyes or a large smile. But the only face Jungkook could see was the one staring back at him from the altar.

"Fuck..." Jungkook whispered under his breath, his feet finally moving on their own, eyes tunnel visioned on Taehyung. His heart didn't calm down, instead raced even faster, pounding heavily in his chest. But it wasn't out of nervosity, but of excitement.

“Oh, wow..” Taehyung was whipped— in awe, too. Jungkook mirrored a literal angel sent from above, and the elder couldn’t seem to look away; not for one second. The younger one looked stunning.. “Gorgeous..” Tae’s teeth clamped down on his lower lip, preventing it from trembling due to the emotions that’d taken over his body in the form of shivers. Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry..

Taehyung couldn’t believe it, they were only moments away from— “Uncle Tae! I have no more flowers..!” A fit of muffled laughter erupted from the small crowd, causing a flustered Jisoo to attempt to quiet down her daughter, murmuring shh’s.

“But mama I need more flowers!” Taehyung laughed, mouthing to Jisoo that all was well; Yuna was too cute. Tae loved the little girl to pieces. Once she was done throwing her mini tantrum— thanks to Namjoon, who quickly swept Yuna off her little feet; Tae’s big grin gradually died down now that Jungkook’s figure had gotten closer. Instead, he licked over his lips, feeling the warm tears resurface once again.

“Hurry up, I wanna hold your hands..” The needy whisper came out weaker than Taehyung had intended, voice breaking whilst he made grabby-hands towards Jungkook, wanting nothing more than to stand before the love of his life. When both men finally faced one another, the elder had the strong urge to kiss him; but he held back. The time hadn’t come yet..

“Wow.. you look so pretty, baby,” is what he settled for, nervously toying with Kook’s fingers, glassy eyes shrinking the more his smile widened.

Jungkook chewed the inside of his cheek, the only invisible release of his anxious state that he could do at the moment. Taehyung looked fucking otherwordly, it blew his mind that this man... was his. Forever.

''You too.... So handsome.'' He whispered back, doe eyes sparkling from the lights around them, enhanced by the layer of tears glazing over his dark irises.  Don't cry, don't cry, don't fucking-- well, fuck, he's crying. Jungkook was always a crybaby. ''Shit...'' Kook didn't even register the warmth trickling down his cheeks until now, blinking rapidly as he looked at the ceiling to prevent the stinging in his eyes. His tattooed hands immediately intertwined with Taehyung's, squeezing to ensure that this was indeed their reality. And so, they were both reminded of this reality as the officiant's voice echoed in the venue.

"Welcome family, friends and loved ones. We are gathered today to celebrate the union of,'' The officiant paused to look at the younger. ''Jeon Jungkook and,'' And over at the elder. ''Kim Taehyung."

Jungkook's breath hitched, squeezing his husband to be's hands tighter.

"Your marriage will be a lifelong promise to love, respect, trust and honor each other through the good, the bad and the unexpected. This union represents your commitment to support one another as individual beings but share your joys, sorrows, and dreams as one." The speech continued, the officiant rambled about marriage, about love, about everything-- and Jungkook couldn't do anything but silently admire Taehyung, just as the elder did back. Their expression said it all, it always did. Ever since they were younger, the look in their eyes never changed as they found each other's gaze.

''Jeon Jungkook, do you take Kim Taehyung to be your husband?''

Jungkook swallowed tightly, it felt like his heart was going to burst out of his chest at any given moment. The way he fucking loved this man was unheard of.

"I do." His voice was clear, and for that he was thankful-- even if his cheeks were damp with tears.

The officiant turned to look at the elder.

"Kim Taehyung, do you take Jeon Jungkook to be your husband?"

Taehyung didn’t need another second to think it through; he’s had five years to make up his mind—“Fuck, o-of course! I mean, I do.” He squeezed the younger’s trembling hands, twiddling with the delicate piece of metal hugging Kook's ring finger; grinning freely past the layer of tears that washed over his chocolate eyes.

“Forasmuch as Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jungkook have consented together in holy matrimony, and have pledged their love and loyalty to each other, and have declared the same by the joining and the giving of rings, by the power vested in me, and as witnessed by friends and family, I now pronounce you married. You may kiss the groom.” The series of claps and exceptionally loud cheers (drunk Jin) from their friends barely reached Taehyung’s ears. The elder practically threw himself in Jungkook’s arms, tightly wrapping his own around the younger’s neck as Tae kissed the hell out of him, taking his sweet time with his husband. Fuck.. felt disorienting— yet extremely fitting to think that; to be able to refer to Jungkook as his husband.

“I love you so much.” Taehyung’s faint whisper only reached four ears, his and Kook’s. Their friends lingered in the beautifully lit background, cooing; some snapping hundreds of pictures (once again, drunk Jin) of the pair. “And yeah, they were right. You do look spicy..” The elder discreetly raised a brow, having yet to part ways from Jungkook’s warmth. “But tonight, you’ll look even better naked.” The elder’s hands tauntingly slid down to Kook’s waist, where he gripped at his soft edges. Taehyung’s dim smirk diminished into yet another kiss, this time needier..

“Uh, guys? You gonna stop kissing now..?” Hoseok gave them a verbal poke, “We’re still here, you know.”

Jia cheerfully butted in, “Let’s get this party started, I wanna get wasted.”

Jungkook wiped his dry tears off his cheeks when theiy kiss is broken, wide smile mixed with his flustered blush. Tae always managed to sneak in the comments that'd make his insides stir from the mere anticipation of what's to come. Their wedding night. Somehow, that thought made it even more special. And even if they've done practically everything together, Koo was feeling a bit nervous... He wanted it to be even more special. He was thankful for the fact that a bit of liquid courage would surely help with his nerves. Honestly, tipsy sex later on didn't sound that bad...

"Don't say such things yet, or I won't be able to wait until tonight.." Jungkook whispered back, burying his face in Tae's neck momentarily until his blush would subside.

Photos were taken, from Tae popping the champagne bottle for their first drink together as a married couple, arms hooked and cheesy for the cameras, Jungkook cutting their cake and feeding it to Taehyung, with all hyungs in the back cheering like dumbasses, to Yuna smearing cream on Jungkook's nose as he held her. It was the perfect gathering for everyone that loved them, and for the ones they loved. The venue had moved into the party event of the night, Kook's suit jacket came off to only wear the pants and white dress shirt underneath, sleeves rolled up to his biceps, hair slightly messy but still put together. Drinks now in hand, hyungs, friends and the married couple exchanged laughs, memories and embarrassing stories.

''Remember when Taehyungie aaalways would give Jungkookie the marshmallows during breakfast? Ah, so wholesome. And here they are, fucking maaarrried!" Jin laughed, raising his glass for another drink.

''And when they disappeared during that party...'' Yoongi added quietly, his cheeks red from the alcohol. ''Then they came back from upstairs looking all newly fucked.''

Namjoon choked on his drink at the memory, remembering literally finding them naked in the room. But, that was something he'd take to the grave, however giving the couple a look of 'if they only knew.'

Jungkook blushed, tilting his head back to gulp down one of his drinks. ''My favorite is... McDonalds.'' he scrunched his nose at the memory, glancing over at Tae. ''Remember?''

Taehyung sat his half-empty glass of wine down. The slender fingers that once wrapped around its crystal base were now on Jungkook’s thigh, caressing over the smoother fabric of the younger’s dress pants— a different feel compared to Kook’s usual, rugged style. “How could I forget..” Tae chuckled, “That’s the place where you asked me out.”

“I knew it!” Jin’s loud voice startled little Yuna, who was busy stuffing her face with a slice of cake whilst the rest of the adults conversed about different topics that didn’t intrigue her five-year-old mind. Immediately, she hid her face in Namjoon’s chest, small fists clinging onto her father’s suit. “Remember that day in the lunchroom? When both of you were being total assholes and wouldn’t tell us who asked who out? I was right.”

Hoseok’s eyes lit up, as if the memories had just registered in his brain— “I remember! Always thought it was Tae, though.”

Taehyung’s cheeky grin evolved into a laugh, comfortably leaning his body against his husband’s, “Nope. It was him, it was right after the party, too. I remember it clearly— my ass was so sore, and the stars were really pretty.. also, the milkshakes. At that moment, he just.. asked if I wanted to be his boyfriend, so I said yes.”

Jimin’s plushy lips jutted outwards into a soft pout, cooing.

“I didn’t know you back then, but that does sound cute as hell.” Jia looked over at Yoongi, seeing as he was already looking back at her. The sensual tension between those two was pungent, anyone could tell. “This man right here cried fat tears during your vows.” Yoongi’s fond expression shifted into a frown, huffing as he poured himself another drink.

“Not true, Jia. You sure love to over-exaggerate things, don’t you?”

Yoongi definitely cried. Everyone knew.

“Whatever, I’m gonna go... to the bathroom, drank too much..” The last bit was mumbled. With a quick look towards Jia’s direction, Yoongi raised his brows— she got the hint.

“Gonna go check my dress, shit’s too tight.”

And just like that, both disappeared from the table.

Hoseok snickered, “Remind you of some people?” Taehyung smirked, bumping shoulders with Kook.

“They’re definitely hooking up. Yoongi had a tent under those pants.”

“Daddy? What’s ‘hooking up’?” It was Jisoo’s turn to glare at the man at her side, “Jin!”

"That's uhhhh..... oh look Yuna, cake!" Namjoon averted the distraction with sugary sweets, which seemed to work by the way the little child suddenly forgot about any mention of 'hookups', his dimpled smile directed to Jisoo. Jungkook leaned onto Taehyung, his fond eyes travelling across the group. The fact they all managed to still be friends was a blessing. The night went on, everyone getting more intoxicated, Yoongi and Jina still gone-- probably left to continue somewhere else.. and Jisoo and Namjoon ended up leaving because little Yuna had a bedtime to attend. The rest of the group stayed around until late hours, cheering and drinking on to celebrate the newlyweds. But all nights come to an end, everyone standing outside the building to bid their farewell.

"Time for you guys to consummate the marriage huhhhh?" Jin winked, one arm clinging onto Hoseok's shoulder to keep him up straight.

"Itll be like any other night." Hoseok snickered, hissing when Jimin kicked his shin.

"Congrats on the marriage, guys." Jimin cheered, blowing kisses in the air to the sweet couple. "I'm very happy for you guys. Ahh.. I want to marry someday too."

"Maybe Mino will marry you." Jungkook giggled, his cheeks red from the alcohol heating him up, clinging onto Taehyung's arm like a child. He surely was bigger, but in a moment like this he seemed just so small and endearing. "See you guys later."

The couple waited for their cab, as neither were in a condition to drive, anxious to get home to their first night as Mr. And Mr. Jeon.

“Someone’s had a bit too many drinks..” Taehyung drunkenly chuckled, wrapping one arm around Jungkook’s loose shoulders to pull him in closer, out stretching his neck; in the lookout for their expected cab. Once the car finally pulled up, Tae slumped down on the backseat, throwing his head back with a tired groan. It’s been a long, exciting day; almost all of the elder’s energy was spent entertaining their guests. “Fuck, ‘m tired, husband..” Like a kid, Taehyung turned his head to gaze into the younger’s eyes, cheeky grin tugging at his lips. “Dunno if I’m gonna be able to fuck you dumb tonight.” Oh, Tae definitely could. Now that he was in a hazier mindset, messing with Jungkook seemed that much more amusing.. The elder might‘ve been tired; but he never got tired of Kook’s body, and tonight was no exception. “Shit, I was really gonna take my time with you and everything.. I was gonna make love to you, hard.” He forced out a defeated sigh, diverting his attention to the various lights outside.

Jungkook turned to look at Taehyung with his wide doe eyes, hands fiddling in his lap. He pouted. "But Taeeee...." he leaned in closer, hand reaching to tug at his husband's collar for attention. He really turned into such a baby when he drank with Taehyung. And maybe, just maybe it also had to do with the fact that they were horny newlyweds, he's been teased all day. "Tired? noo.. babe, we can wake you up. I'll wake youu uuup!"

“God, you’re so fucking cute..” Taehyung scooted closer to his tipsy husband, Tae’s distant laughter now coming across as raspier than before; the slight vibrations in his broad shoulders brushing against the side of Jungkook’s arm. “You’ll wake me up, huh..” Something else was already aroused awake, and the elder couldn’t bare to keep it a secret from Kook for much longer.. “I have an idea— of how you can wake me up, that is.” Taehyung pressed a small kiss onto the younger’s cheek, alert eyes trained upfront. “Wanna know what it is? Shit, why am I even asking, of course you do..” He pulled away from Jungkook’s ear, drunken-breath clashing against the latter’s clammy skin. “Get a feel, baby.” Tae cautiously led the younger’s hand to his bulge, ragged breath hitching in his throat. He was extra sensitive, and it was hard to not make much noise.. The driver would start to get suspicious. “Ah shit.. move your hand.” With a quick peek upfront, Taehyung undid his zipper, man-spreading for Jungkook. Luckily the back was dark enough, but there was always a chance of them getting caught..

Jungkook's eyes sparkled in the dark, biting down on his lower lip to prevent the needy whimper that threatened to escape his throat. He probably wouldn't admit it so openly, but there was something about the risk of getting caught that turned him on even more than if it would've been a simple wait for them to get home. Taehyung surely knew that though. Kook was his little exhibitionist. And the latter was ever grateful that the elder indulged in his deviant desires. "Can't believe I get to call you my husband." Jungkook whispered, voice more steady this time around. One hand still palming Tae’s bulge over his pants, his other hand snaked underneath the waistband for a direct contact, sighing out a shaky breath at the silky, soft yet hard length that throbbed in his hand. Kook has seen, tasted and touched Taehyung's cock what felt like a million times before, but there was no way he could ever get enough of it. Slowly, he stroked Taehyung's rigid length with lazy movements, relishing in the response he drew out from his husband in the form of twitchy hips, the struggle to remain silent.

“Fuck..” Taehyung’s tongue swiped over his lips, temporarily wetting the dry patches. He harshly tugged at his lower lip with his teeth, and the corner of his mouth twitched once as he held back a deep, thick growl. “My fuckin’ husband; you like this, don’t you? My sneaky baby.. jerking me off in the backseat of a stranger’s car. Dirty little thing.” The elder gently rocked his hips into Kook’s hand, looking down at the way the front of his pants would bulge outwards with every stroke. “So fucking good. You imagining it’s your ass wrapping around me, baby boy? Hm? Fuckin’ bet you wanna jump my bones; you wanna feel this big cock inside of you— fuuck..” Taehyung threw his head back, squeezing his eyes shut.

"Mmhm... shit, when you talk like that..." Jungkook rubbed his thighs together, uncomfortably adjusting his erection. "Drives me mad. My little ass is throbbing, clenching just thinking about your fat cock filling it up." Koo whispered into the elders ear, squeezing Taes turgid length a little harder, his hand getting more and more slick with every stroke, focusing his attention on the swollen mushroom tip than the rest of it, rubbing his thumb underneath the crease of the head. "I love you. Do you feel a bit more awake now?" He breathed out coyly, nuzzling his nose into Taehyung's neck. For one it could look like an innocent cuddle, little drunk koo just seeking leverage. But the innocence was nowhere to be found in either of the boys.

Taehyung’s nails sank deep into the fabric of his pants, feeling the strong muscles under his thigh shift into a clenched position. The way Jungkook’s thumb kneaded the spot under the reddened tip; accentuating his vigor— it had Tae losing it. Kook knew how much that gesture drove him insane. He also knew that it turned Taehyung on to the max; if the latter wasn’t in such a trance, he would’ve had to punish Jungkook for it. How dare he tease him in a situation like this one?— knowing Tae wouldn’t be able to fuck his brains out.. “Y-yeah.. more awake. Keep rubbing under there..” The elder grew harder in Kook’s hand, the rocking of his hips gaining more momentum. “O-oh.. fuuck.”

“Everything okay back there?”

Shit— shit! As if it could possibly hide the commotion going on inside of his pants, Taehyung’s hand instinctively covered over his bulge; looking like a wide-eyed idiot. He quickly turned to look at Jungkook, silently pleading with him to answer for the both of them. His voice would betray him, Tae was sure of it. Fuck, he just wanted to arrive at their expensive suite already and fuck his husband..

"All good, siiir! Just a little too much to drink!" Jungkook chirped back, keeping his eyes fixed on Taehyung's wide ones. Mischief was evident on Jungkook's expression, he was fucking thriving off of the risky situation, the embarrassment that could possibly dawn upon them. But Kook was confident the chance of actually being caught was more unlikely. "Don't worry so much, you're way too obvious..." Jungkook whispered, although he did enjoy the tension it provided. "I wonder if I could just suck you off right here?" He added lowly, eyes lowering to watch his hand resume it's work, squeezing and rubbing at the swollen head. He licked his lips, nodding to himself as he leaned down, his raven hair barely visible in the dark anyway. "Just gonna take a little nap til we arrive." He cooed out loud, quietly tugging down Tae's pants to release his length from the strain of fabrics. He sighed, the sound coming out as a quiet moan that only the elder could hear before directly taking the tip into his mouth, no teasing-- just as much as he could possibly take down his throat, tongue brushing against the velvety skin. He remains still, his gag reflex well trained throughout their years together, allowing the elder to just feel the wet warmth of Jungkook's fleshy mouth, like a good cock warming prep. Koo knew this would drive him mad, riled up to the max to get what he wanted in their bedroom later on; a desperate, rough, punishing fuck.

“Kook— wha.. a-ah..” Taehyung gasped; he didn’t expect Jungkook to actually go through with it, but now that the younger’s mouth lingered frozen around his heated cock, Tae found that to be even more surprising. Jungkook was really testing him.. “Fuck, babe quit playing and suck my dick..” His fingers wove themselves in through his husband’s long hair, tugging at its roots.  Taehyung stared down at where Kook’s warmth engulfed his most sensitive body part, desperately trying to make out the younger’s swollen lips in the darkness.  Still as cautious as ever, Tae’s eyes continuously flickered between the focused driver and his husband, slightly pushing downwards on Jungkook’s head. “Baby, fuck.. so warm, shit.” Taehyung felt as if he’d be able to stay like this forever.. “You’re taking in all of it like a champ, Jesus..”

As if Jungkook was cock-warming him, Tae threw his head back, eyes closed while he visibly relaxed. It was tempting to fuck the younger’s mouth, but after a long; eventful day, this was what Taehyung needed..

“So newlyweds, huh? How does it feel?”

The elder’s eyes immediately awakened, worried that the man would be able to see Jungkook through the rear view mirror. He pushed down on Kook’s nape, feeling the younger’s drool slither down his naked length. “Oh, uh.. it— it feels great.” Taehyung bit down on his rosy lip, slowly thrusting his hips upwards. Fuck, Kook was going to be the death of him.

Jungkook placed his hand on Tae's thigh, smoothing his hand in slow circles as a way of reassurance that he's fine. But of course, Tae knew the younger could take it all. He took a deep breath through his nose, swallowing tightly around the elders swollen length. The fleshy walls of his throat constricted, the light quiet sound of the younger gasping for more air more prominent. But Kooks hand remained soothing on Tae’s thigh. It was fine. He loved this. And, the fact that Taehyung was having a conversation with the driver only made it so much more entertaining.

"That is amazing. You two make a very handsome couple. I can hear the sighs of women from here when they see the two of you together." The driver chuckled lightly.

The moan scratching at the back of Taehyung’s throat converted itself into an awkward chuckle; his posture stiff as he relished in the comforting touch of Jungkook’s hand. “Y-yeah,” another forced laughter, “He’s very good.. very handsome. Lucky to have him— o-oh shit.”  Tae felt his husband’s throat close in around him, and the elder insisted Kook could make out the saltiness of his precum. Shit, he was practically squeezing it out of him at this point, Jungkook was so fucking tight..

“Everything alright?” Of course the driver heard.

“Yeah— yeah, ‘m good.”

Taehyung’s tongue swiped over his lips, his fingers having yet to part from the younger’s hair. “Wanna feel you even more..” Subtly, Tae’s hips fucked into his mouth, the tip of his cock repeatedly prodding against the back of Jungkook’s throat. “Oh god..” His body’s rhythm was steady, but anything was better than nothing. The elder stared down at him, admiring the way the boy’s plush lips would occasionally graze the skin of his pelvis. Jungkook’s gag reflex had gotten better, and Taehyung was big— it came as an initial surprise for both. Now, they were used to it. While his dick stayed snug inside of Kook's mouth, the driver decided it’d be a good idea to continue asking them questions.

“Any plans for the future?”

“Uh, buy a house, raise a baby— things like that.” Normally Tae wouldn’t have answered so quickly, but he was desperate for the man to stop asking them questions..

“That’s amazing. Babies are a handful, I have two of them myself, so I wish you guys the best of luck!”

“T-thanks. We’ll need it.”

“How does your husband feel about that? Excited to raise a kid?”

“Yeah, babe. How do you feel about raising a baby with me?” If Jungkook could tease him, so could he. “Come on, wake up from your nap honey. It’s rude..”

Jungkook clawed at Taehyung's thigh for having the guts to force the younger to interrupt what he'd started. He really didn't want to separate his throat from Tae's cock. However, he did, slowly feeling the rigid length brush against his fleshy mouth as he pulled back to sit up straight, combing his fingers through his hair with one hand and wiping his teary eyes with the other. "Yeah,'' His voice came out hoarse. He padded his eyes with the back of his hand, instead acting as if he's so touched by the very thought of children. "Yeah I am very excited, can't wait to raise a child with him." Kook glanced over at the elder as he said so, he genuinely meant every word that rolled off his tongue. However, right now, there was a hint of his mischievous annoyance present. He wanted to tease more. Instead, he opted for simply... Not going back down, leaning back in his seat as he placed his hands in his lap, covering the throbbing bulge he's rocking of his own. Fuck, this car ride felt like it was taking forever...

"How sweet.'' The driver chirped as he finally pulled over by their street.

"Well, here we are. It was a pleasure talking to the two of you, I wish you the best of luck with your future. And congratulations on the marriage."

After seconds of just.. waiting for Jungkook to dive back down, Taehyung passed as an actual idiot. He expectantly stared at his husband, dick stiff as a pole— but without anyone to take proper care of it. When it became obvious that Kook wasn’t planning on continuing, Taehyung scoffed, tucking himself back in with a sour expression. This man..

Once the sight of the massive hotel came into view, Tae was eager to get out of there. He rummaged in his back pocket for his wallet before paying the driver, thanking him for the thoughtful wishes regarding their marriage. However, part of him felt guilty that the man remained clueless about what took place in the backseats, so Taehyung gave him a big tip. It didn’t completely get rid of his gnawing guilt, but it definitely helped..

“Thanks. Drive safe.” The elder waved at the man, an innocent smile on display until the car disappeared from their sight.

At that moment, Taehyung grasped onto Jungkook’s bicep, bringing him closer. “What the fuck was that?” He growled into the younger’s ear, “You didn’t even suck me off, that’s low, babe.” His bigger hand snuck down to Kook’s ass, giving it a firm squeeze. “You teased me a lot back there, I don’t wanna hear a word from you when I do the same. Now come on, let’s get checked in, then we’ll see if I’m still up for it..”

Being manhandled in this manner had Jungkook speechless, the one and only sound he dared to allow slipping past his suck-swollen lips was a breathy whimper. Now, it was no secret that the younger was physically the one at an advantage if he wanted to be-- but the thing is, he crumbled so easily with every word hissing through Taehyung's teeth. Jungkook nodded, keeping his gaze low on the ground as his lips curled up in a small smile, legs trembling with excitement. This little game, it was the perfect thrill. Would he get teased until he physically couldn't take it anymore? Would he be left tied up on the bed for hours upon hours? Or would the elder simlpy be too impatient and just fuck him into a dumb drooling mess?

Not knowing what to anticipate drove the younger mad.

Once they made it to the door of their premium suite, he patiently waited next to his husband who had the keycard to the door, eyes occasionally daring to look at how Tae practically oozed with frustration-- like a cloud of power that followed him all the way from the car. Kook licked his lips at the sight, a soft shaky breath all that left him as he shifted his weight on his feet, keeping his head low still. He wanted to feel small.

Taehyung turned on the doorknob, stepping into the neat space that’d soon turn into a mess. The elder was annoyed, and Jungkook knew how he got whenever something was on his mind, especially something like this.. “What are you doing still standing there? Get in.” No trace of fondness remained put in Taehyung’s naturally lower voice. Tonight, he’d put Jungkook through the merciless teasing that the younger showed him in the car; and Tae was going to enjoy every minute of it. After closing the door behind them, the elder loosened his bowtie, throwing it to the corner where his suit jacket laid. He turned around to face Jungkook, forcing the latter to stare into his eyes by redirecting his chin upwards.

He really looked too cute..

“Why are you so shy? You look so innocent..” Taehyung clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, withdrawing his hand from Kook’s chin. “But you’re far from innocent, and I think you know why.”

With a bratty smile, Tae made himself comfortable on the edge of the bed, unbuttoning the first few buttons of his top. “Why should I fuck you, hm? You’ve been nothing but a pain in the ass.” He made zero efforts to meet Jungkook’s eyes, playing uninterested.

Jungkook's doe eyes widened as he stepped closer to the elder until he stood in front of him, knees almost touching. He tried to meet Tae's eyes, but they kept avoiding him like the plague. And that alone ignited the needy fires within the younger-- he craved the attention even more when he was deprived of it. "Please, Taehyung." Jungkook's voice was low, a just audible enough whine. He dropped to his knees in front of Tae, still desperately attempting to feel his husband's gaze on him. "I'll be good, so good for you." He added, his hands already unbuttoning his own shirt after loosening his tie; eager to free himself from the restraints of the fabrics. Eager to feel Taehyung's clammy skin against his own at some point. Kook threw his shirt to the side, leaving his tie loose around his neck purposefully. He leaned in, placing his tattooed hands on Taehyung's thighs daringly as his sparkly gaze seeked attention. "I'll do anything to make up for it." He licked his lips as he said so, genuine in every sense of his words. "Mr. Jeon." He quirked a brow, liking how his name sounded when addressed to the elder, giving him a new level of authority that had Kook's cock throb beneath his dress pants.

Mr. Jeon..

Taehyung’s fingers tightly curled around Jungkook’s loose tie, roughly pulling the younger’s body upwards, unbothered to be the one who put in the effort to make their gazes clash. In this moment, Jungkook was his little doll; Tae got to handle him as he pleased. “Anything?” Their noses were practically touching whilst the elder’s hot breath fanned Kook’s flustered face, his eyes dead-set on the younger’s relaxed lips. “Call me that again.” Taehyung not only wanted to hear, but he wanted to see. The elder’s stare fell heavy on Jungkook’s lips, anticipating seeing the way they moved as Kook referred to him by such a commanding name. “Fuck.. say it.”

Jungkook licked his plushy lips deliberately slow before he inhaled deeply. "Mr. Jeon... Please, use me." He said with a low voice, his dark eyes still seeking for any attention. But knowing he wouldn't get it until the elder chose to, he settled for observing every little reaction he was able to draw out of him. He knew Taehyung didn't go unaffected, whether he acted like it or not. "Jeon Taehyung." He repeated the full name, this time it came out more like a strained sigh due to the tightness of the tie around his neck, eyes fluttering shut when he felt Tae's hand tug at the fabric controlling his airways.

Fuck, Taehyung couldn’t take it any longer; he had to have Jungkook. It was annoying— how the younger more often than not got away with whatever the hell he wanted, simply because of Taehyung’s undying hunger for the man.. But, who said the teasing had to end there? Surely not the elder. It was more fun that way.. Tae’s bigger hand unlatched itself from Jungkook’s tie, instead snaking around to the latter’s nape, sinking his fingers into the rigid skin before forcing their lips together. The kiss was anything but gentle, instead it reflected off of how Taehyung was feeling at the moment; needy, controlling— rough. “You’re gonna regret messing with me..” The elder mumbled in between their breathless kisses, the grip on Jungkook’s nape now more prominent, and so was the bulge in his tight pants. “You’re gonna listen to Mr. Jeon’s every word, got it?” Taehyung’s thumb caressed over the smooth skin of Kook’s cheek, feeling the warmth radiating from it. “Now undress me, but undo my zipper with your teeth. Hold eye contact throughout all of it, can you do that, puppy?” Not waiting for a clear answer, Tae comfortably leaned back on his arms, waiting for Jungkook to get started.

A spark of excitement swirled in Jungkook's dark gaze, eager to please and serve his husband. It was so fucking hot to see him this way, a nonchalant expression oozing of power, leaned back to showcase just exactly Jungkook was yet to unwrap for himself to see. Kook was confident, thrilled; and impatient. The mix had his hands trembling as he firstly finished the job of unbuttoning every single button on Tae's dress shirt, letting it freely fall to his sides to expose the firm yet soft torso that the younger had seen and admired countless times; yet every single time it felt new. "Yes, sir." Jungkook dragged his upper teeth across his lower lip as he lowered himself back on his knees between Taehyung's legs, eyes never wavering from his husbands. He clicked the initial button of the elders pants open before inching down to clasp the zipper between his bunny like teeth. Kook still stared up at the other male, desperate for any praise at all; and it showed in his eyes. And he was ready to work for it, there was no challenge the younger male wouldn't attempt to conquer. With every tooth of the zipper unraveling, the sound triggered his cock to pulse beneath his still intact pants. He both relished and cursed the slow pace of this, he craved to feel full, yet the journey there was just as exciting. When finished, he kept his teeth clamped on the little metal piece on the zipper, not daring to let go until ordered to do so.

“Have I ever told you how fuckin’ pretty you look when you’re obedient?” Taehyung purposely stayed back to watch Jungkook’s patient expression, knowing he could tell the younger to let go of his zipper whenever he wanted. “Now’s when you decide to be good, huh.. shit, so gorgeous..” The elder leaned forward, a shit-eating smirk tugging at his slightly swollen lips. “Let go.” Right as Kook was beginning to pull away, Taehyung’s palm pressed flat against his throat, gripping at Jungkook’s neck with his slender fingers. Although his grip was too strong to wriggle out of, Tae made sure it didn’t hurt Kook.. badly. “If you were so confident in the car, how ‘bout you prove to me just how deep you can go, hm?” Taehyung’s thumb pressed down harder at the receptive spot on the side of Jungkook’s neck, loving the way his husband seemed taken-aback by his actions. “Suck my cock, no games this time.” Growing impatient, the elder let go of his hold around Jungkook’s skin, expecting him to follow through; just like he always would.

"Yes." Jungkook gasped his word out the moment Taehyung withdrew from his throat, his throbbing erection aching so badly it almost hurt. He wanted to please so badly, he was thriving as he would remain feeling inferior throughout. He placed his hands firmly on Taehyung's thighs, using only his mouth to pick up the tip into his mouth, leaning forward to take the entirety of his husband's rigid cock down his throat, tongue brushing against the soft skin as he did so. Taking a deep breath through his nose, he wasted no time in hollowing his cheeks, sucking with an evident hunger as he began to slowly bob his head up and down. Every time his plush lips pressed against the elders pelvis, he'd feel his throat fight the girth in the form of constrictions, his eyes beginning to gather a layer of tears. He looked up at Taehyung as he withdrew, keeping the tip in his mouth as he swirled his wide tongue around it, only for him to move back down until the bulbous head prodded the back of his throat. Jungkook resumed his ministrations for as long as Taehyung would desire, the wet, loud sounds of the younger sucking with greed striking in the quiet room.

The muscles underneath Taehyung’s throat bobbed with every gulp he took, jaw slack as he watched Jungkook get to work; in a trance from the way his husband’s tongue circled around his head. Ever since they were younger, Kook always knew how to please him during a blowjob. The younger knew what he was doing, and it benefited them both. Those times they’d sneak out of the classroom only for Jungkook to get down on his knees— that feeling of infinite bliss and exhilaration never left. And now here they were, married, yet acting like the horny teenage boys they once were when they properly met... That’s how Taehyung felt with Jungkook; young.

“Shit.. you’re gonna fucking make me burst..” The elder threw his head back, the raspiness of his moans now accompanying the lewd sounds in the room. “You love my cock so much.. fuuck yeah, that’s it, good boy.” Taehyung relished in the warmth a bit longer, cheeks flushed with color. He could endure it a little more..

Jungkook pressed his thighs together at the sounds he managed to draw out of his husband, his muffled moans still caught in his throat. He took it upon himself to ease the pulsating ache between his legs by reaching down with one hand, unbuttoning his tight pants to seek some relief. Never once did he waver the rhythm he'd built up, skillfully sucking and licking Taehyung's turgid length as if he was worshipping the man himself. Kook snaked his hand beneath his own waistband, palming himself through his underwear to find even the slightest of friction, his teary eyes forcing a tear down his cheek to join the mess of drool and precum on his lips and chin.

Similar to a favorite movie of his, Taehyung found the sight below him so foreseeable yet so enticing. No matter how many times the elder’s seen Jungkook’s drool glisten down his skin, each time felt like the first. Kook was working so hard for him, maybe it was about time he did the same.. “Shit.. that’s enough.” With his hands on the younger’s shoulders, Taehyung withdrew his cock from Jungkook’s mouth, instantly missing the warmth it once provided. He gazed down at the thick layer of drool on his dick, and then back at Kook’s face— he looked beautiful like this, with rosy cheeks and watery eyes.. But Tae knew something else had to be done. “Strip for me, wanna see all of you..”

Jungkook gasps for air, not bothering to wipe his glistening chin at all as he gets up on his feet. His cheeks are flushed when he sees his own erection aching beneath the fabrics of his pants. His already exposed torso clammy from working hard on Tae's cock, messy hair and the loose tie gives him a sure look of a good, submissive boy. Now all that's missing is to show off just how badly he needs Taehyung. "Am I doing well?" Jungkook asks, fishing for more praise. His tattooed, long fingers curl around his pants as he pulls them down along with his underwear, allowing the fabrics to pool at his feet before stepping out of them. Now fully in the nude (except for the little cute tie around his neck), he takes a step to stand right in front of his husband, hands limp on his sides as he awaits what's next, cock twitching in anticipation.

“You’re doing amazing, baby..” Taehyung’s hooded eyes skimmed down Kook’s exposed, awkward stance; inhaling every inch of the younger’s skin as if it was smoke to his lungs. Jungkook was drop dead gorgeous— even in such a vulnerable state, he managed to make the elder’s breath hitch. Taehyung was sure that feeling would never, ever go away.. He never wanted it to. It kept things exhilarating between the two; it gave Taehyung a rush like never before. “You look so fucking cute with your tie.” A low chuckle emitted from deep down the elder’s chest whilst his feet moved on his own, breaking the small distance between their bodies. One of his hands landed on the side of Jungkook’s waist, and his pointer finger hooked itself underneath the flimsy fabric around Kook’s neck, drawing him in closer. Their cocks gently grazed over one another, the small contact having Taehyung bite down on his lower lip— his husband’s lower lip, anything to be more than close. “You turn quiet real quick, don’t you?” The elder breathed out against Jungkook’s neck, running the tip of his nose along the responsive skin. “Hope you’re less shy when I pound into you, wanna hear you.” In that instant, Taehyung harshly drove the younger’s back against the wall, caging his relatively larger build in between his own. No matter how much stronger Jungkook was; or how tough he appeared in people’s eyes, Tae knew the younger man would always be his baby boy.

Those doe eyes made Taehyung want to corrupt him again and again.

“So fuckin’ pretty, goddamn.” The elder’s mouth latched on to his husband’s sweet spot, sucking on the soft skin as if it was the last thing he’d do. Both of his bigger hands held Jungkook’s wrists above his head, stopping him from wriggling too much. “Gonna give you so many hickeys, want everyone to know what we came here to do.. and that’s fucking mark my territory.”

"Ah~ yes, I'm yours...." Jungkook's rosy lips parted in a needy whimper, muscles in his arms and torso flexing as he lightly tugged against the restraints that were Taehyung's hands-- however not hard enough to actually set himself free. He could.. but he did.not.want.to.. He was thriving to be Taehyung's good boy. His regular day to day life always consisted of being the big guy, the strong guy. The one in charge. And ever since they were teenagers, the elder was the only person who could reduce him into a whiny, needy boy that just wanted to be manhandled, praised, and properly and utterly fucked. Jungkook's breathy moans were growing heavy, eyes screwing shut as he deliberately focused on the way Tae's lips sucked on his skin-- and trying his best to ignore the borderline painful ache between his legs. He could practically feel the precum drool from the swollen head of his tip. But it was so much easier said than done, and the younger's well repeated words throughout the years slipped past his lips in a quiet whine. "More, please.."

Taehyung’s lips attached themselves to parts of the untainted skin of Kook’s neck, down to his collarbones and shoulders, where he stamped a bundle of kisses— ranging from big to small— along every shuddering dip and arch. “Such a good boy for me, I love you.” With one last look into Jungkook’s eyes, Tae spun the younger around on his feet, hands grabbing at his small waist. “Just wanna devour you whole..” The elder’s breath clashed against the other’s nape, feeling the delicate hairs of Jungkook’s skin brush against his nose in a feather-like touch. Everything Kook had to offer was intoxicating.. Taehyung nuzzled his face in the crook of his husband’s collarbone, one of his hands snaking around to where Jungkook’s aroused cock bobbed. His long fingers didn’t wait to wrap themselves around the thick girth, accumulating the precum at the tip, and smothering it down to the rest of his length.

“Don’t cum yet, alright~?” The elder pressed himself harder onto Kook’s ass, pushing the latter’s chest against the wall. His rock-hard dick stayed snug in between his husband’s cheeks, taunting him with painfully slow thrusts. “Fuck..” Taehyung flicked his wrist a couple of times, then proceeded to carefully stroke Jungkook’s wet cock— from the base to the tip. “Your moans are so fucking pretty, I wanna hear them all the time.”

"Oh, fuck... Tae.." Jungkook pressed his cheek against the wall, heavy huffs and moans slipping past his lips. His cock twitched happily in the elder's hand, finally receiving the attention he so badly craved. But it quickly turned out to be not enough. Not enough at all. "You're so good to me-- god.." kooks voice tore into a higher pitched moan when the elders cock pressed against his plump ass, arching his back to seek more, to silently beg for his husband to fuck him already. But he knew better than that, Tae wouldn't give in so easily; even if they both knew and desired just that. "You drive me crazy, I love you so mu-uch!" He tensed his leg muscles, desperately trying to hold back how fast his orgasm wanted to creep up on him, whining louder with every stroke provided by the other male. Kook imagined their first time in that dirty locker room, this position way too familiar-- yet so different. Tae back then compared to now was a completely different man; and yet parts remained exactly the same. Just like Taehyung, Jungkook felt younger with his husband, like they're still a pair of horny teenagers. Now, they're just older; and much better at what they're doing. "Please... baby, I need more." Kook glanced over his shoulder, his dark doe eyes pleading to the elder like a puppy. "Stretch my tight ass for you... I want your fat cock in me.."

Koo paused for a moment, grinding his hips back against Tae's cock-- "Daddy..."

“You know me too well, baby..” Taehyung growled into Jungkook’s ear, grunts muffled against the side of Kook’s neck as his hips gained momentum; feeling the delicate skin of his cock glide between Jungkook’s ass, continuously rubbing against his husband’s clenched entrance. “Oh fuck, daddy’s gonna make you feel so good.” His hand’s dragging motion faltered, “Well, he always does, doesn’t he?” Taehyung’s teeth tugged at the back of Kook’s tie, forcefully ungluing the younger’s tinted cheek from the wall, choking him in the slightest. With the piece of fabric securely clamped down in his mouth, Tae tauntingly tilted his head to the side, wearing a sly smile upon properly making out Jungkook’s shift in blissful expressions. He looked too fucking good.. The elder’s hooded glance was casted downwards, admiring how the tip of his cock would pop out with every upward drag, standing tall in between Kook’s cheeks. “Hngh..” Taehyung tugged harder with his teeth, nails sinking deep into the flesh of Jungkook’s hips.

"Y-yeah, always-- ahn...." Jungkook shamelessly rolls his hips against his husband's cock, legs quaking to keep himself up, hands firmly pressed against the wall to keep some kind of leverage as he gasps from the pressure against his neck as he's tugged back. "Please, now-- need more..haah..." He breathes out in a choked whisper, licking his lips until they shine as if they were glazed with gloss. His fingers curled against the wall, not caring that it'd cause marks if he kept going. Nothing else mattered, only the boys-- reckless and messy, just like they've always been. Now that Jungkook was deprived of the friction of Taehyung's hand on his cock, all he could think about was to feel his clenching hole being stretched and filled to the brim, his agile hips continuously grinding back deliciously against the elder, showing him what he's missing out on. "Just shove it in me, I'm dying without it." He pleaded once more, screwing his eyes shut as he prayed for the tease to soon be over with-- he swore he'd combust at any moment if he couldn't have it.

Taehyung’s rigid mouth let go of Jungkook’s tie, letting the damp fabric resume to its spot on the younger’s nape. Now that he was able to, Tae trailed open-mouthed kisses along Kook’s flexed shoulder blades, the fluttering of his eyelashes grazing the man’s soft skin. “Just a little longer, babe. You’re a big boy, you can handle it.” However, Taehyung himself didn’t know just how much longer he could take it either.. He was good at teasing, but it didn’t mean he didn’t want to rearrange Jungkook’s guts right then and there. The elder kept it up for a few extra seconds, continuing to grind against his husband’s ass; his dick sandwiched in between each rosy cheek. But those seconds felt like hours, and that’s when Tae called it  off. “Not gonna shove it in you now, at least wait until we’re on the bed, will ya?” His chuckle caused his shoulders to vibrate, and his cock to twitch. “It’s our first time as husbands, let’s be a little classier~”

With one last squeeze to Jungkook’s ass, Tae led them both to the spacious bed, too high on the moment to part their hungry kisses. His hand securely clasped the back of his husband’s neck, deepening their kiss until the back of their shins met the wooden edge of the bed. Taehyung lightly pushed on Kook’s chest, urging him to lay on his back whilst he discarded his dress shirt that the younger had previously unbuttoned, lower lip clasped in between his teeth. Kicking off the pants and boxers pooling at his ankles, Tae proudly showed off his naked physique before situating himself above Jungkook, towering over the younger man. “So gorgeous.. so pretty.. so fuckable.” Despite their difference in size, Taehyung was used to manhandling Koo in the bedroom, so it came naturally. The elder liked to joke that carrying his buff husband around was the reason he’d been gaining extra muscle recently.. “Gonna stretch you out first, but with my tongue.. spread those legs wide for daddy, he wants a taste of you.”

Jungkook's cheeks flushed in pink at the praise and commands hurled his way, nodding as he did as told. Shuffling up further on the bed with his husband on top, he reached behind his knees to spread his legs wide for Taehyung, exposing everything he had to physically offer like a good boy. He just looked so small like this, it was pitiful yet endearing. "With your tongue...?" Kook meekly replied, leaning his head back comfortably against the soft duvet, the blush on his face spreading fast across his features. He felt a bit embarrassed, but... He wanted it. Taehyung was skilled in many aspects, and using his tongue was definitely one of them. "Taste me, please daddy...."

“Gladly, baby.” Taehyung could pinpoint Jungkook’s obvious embarrassment from a mile away, the redness in his cheeks drawing all the more attention to his body’s natural reaction. The elder could relate, but he also knew that at the end, Koo’s initial uneasiness would soon turn into pure lust; Taehyung knew how it went— all too well, in fact. “You look so pretty all spread out for me, yeah you do.. fuuck.” Tae pressed his hands against the backside of Jungkook’s muscular thighs, leaning downwards to meet his feast in the eyes. “So pink ‘n untouched.. but not for long.” The elder’s wet tongue lapped over his husband’s clenched entrance once, giving each of them a small sample of what was to come. “So sweet, too..” Tae’s chaste kisses were sensual around the rim, his fingernails digging deep into Kook’s flesh whilst he steadied himself on his knees.

A drawn out moan passed through Jungkook's parted lips, pressing his head back against the bed. His hands withdrew from his thighs to allow the elder to take over the grip of his legs, his own hands vulnerably laying above his head. His hips jerked lightly at the sensation, his tight entrance twitching from the welcoming warmth teasing around it. "Mmh, yeah.. Feels good.." Koo announced his pleasure in small, breathy whines, indulging in the way his husband is taking care of him, worshiping his body like it was his last meal in this life. Jungkook glanced down at Taehyung, and the sight had his cock throbbing. The elders dark fringe dangled over his eyes, strong arms holding Kook's legs up, the lower part of his face hiding to please and tease with one of Jungkook's most sensitive parts. "Fuck, you're so hot.." Koo was already losing any sense of embarrassment, all he could feel was the overwhelming lust drowning him-- tunnel visioned on his husband, and his husband only.

“Fuck, I know,” Tae outwardly agreed like the cocky bastard he was, allowing his mouth to linger close to the milky skin of Jungkook’s thighs, ghosting over the smooth flesh with his plush lips. “Gonna finger you first, I know how much you love that.” The elder’s tongue slightly peeked out of the corner of his lips, switching his utmost attention to Koo’s hole; and as if an indescribable pull had taken over his senses, Taehyung’s middle finger sank in without a warning. The man was still leaning down, too focused on the way Jungkook swallowed his slender digit to look away. Soon enough, Tae added in another finger.. and another; and like a small child in a candy store, he was amazed by how much his husband could endure. His eyes were shining with anticipation, mouth watering from the simple sight.. The scissoring motions inside of Kook came to a halt, and as soon as he pulled out his dripping digits, Taehyung’s lean tongue snuck its way past the gaping opening. It was a new feeling.. he’d eaten out plenty of girls before in his High School days, but having his tongue deep inside of Koo felt new— not necessarily a bad kind of new. Shit, he was so warm and.. pleasant. Taehyung’s eyes were fluttered shut, relishing in the way he flicked his tongue in the compact space, scolding himself for not doing this sooner.

"Yeah, yea- oh god..." Jungkook's moans from the familiar fingers broke into a gasp at the new sensation of Taehyung's warm, wet, firm tongue smoothing his insides, his thighs trembling in Tae's hands. "Holy shit..." Koo almost chuckles in disbelief at the fact they hadn't done this the other way sooner, placing his hand over his face to wipe his clammy skin, cheeks flushed red. "I see why you like this so much now, wow..." Jungkook ran his fingers through his hair, slightly dry from the residue of the product, taking deep breaths as he closed his eyes, allowing himself to truly focus on the wet muscle exploring his most intimate parts. "Feels so good.."

The constant shower of praise and moans of approval amped up Taehyung’s slowly diminishing confidence. He didn’t know if he was doing any good— until Koo decided to open his mouth. He gripped tighter onto his husband’s inner thighs, knuckles turning white from his secure handle. The elder’s skilled tongue lapped at every reachable inch of Jungkook’s insides, humming in pure delight at the new taste he’s grown fond of. It didn’t take long, once and Taehyung was hooked.. “Oh wow, you taste so fucking good,” Tae murmured under his heavy breath once he’d pulled away for a quick second, gathering extra spit in his mouth before aiming at Kook’s swollen hole. He placed kitten licks on the entrance, lips slightly puckered as he roughly fucked his tongue in and out of Jungkook, one hand sneaking up to toy with the younger’s warm balls.

Jungkook's hands instinctively reached for Taehyung, combing his fingers through his dark curls as his moans had gradually grown breathier and louder. "Uh huh-- shit, you're so good at that.." Jungkook mindlessly spits his verbal reassurance of the pleasure he's put through, his words coming out as high pitched whines. Kooks hips squirm for more, greedy and needy in every sense of the word. He was an absolute puddle for his husband, always have been, always will be. "I love you, I fucking love you... please, need your cock so bad, noooow..."

The elder withdrew his mouth from Jungkook’s ass, warm spit glistening around his blood-fueled lips and the tip of his nose, making Taehyung look all the more fucked as he gazed down at Kook; making a show out of the way he slipped his tongue back in his mouth, moaning deeply whilst he savored the rest of his husband. Didn’t taste overly sweet, and that Taehyung liked.. “Wanna eat you out everyday now..” Koo’s pink entrance was slick from Tae’s previous work, the rim spread wide enough for him to poke the head of his cock through— “Shit..” Taehyung’s tip was immersed in between Jungkook’s flesh, and soon enough was the rest of his long, thick length. The younger always takes him in so well.. The first time 18-year-old Tae slipped inside of Kook might’ve been a lot to take in, but they’ve both gotten used to each other’s bodies throughout the years they’ve been together.

“Fuck, you good?” Taehyung’s veiny hand guided his dick to a more comfortable position, his long fringe falling down to his eyes. “I love you so fucking much, Koo, fuck.” The elder threw his husband’s legs over his broad shoulders, resting his muscular arms beside Jungkook’s head before beginning to grind into his man, starting at a slow pace. It was their honeymoon.. it had to be somewhat romantic. “I can’t believe you’re my husband— hngh..” Tae grunted out loud, “I-I can’t wait to have a family with you, yeah.. fuck, wanna grow old with you ‘n do everything t-together— so tight..”

"Mhm, yes." Jungkook nodded, his calloused fingers grasping around Taehyung's lower arms tightly, blunt nails digging into the skin for his own sake, he needed to claw at something to release the overwhelming warmth that spread throughout his body. "So good, I love you-- shit, I love being your husband." Koo's eyebrows were tightly knit together as he stared up at Tae with his doe eyes, his blurry vision glazed over with every single emotion he could possess at a moment like this.

Lust, love, relief.

He was just as whipped for the man on top of him as he'd always been, for years already-- and he had no doubt that this was his forever after.

Jungkook bit back a raspy moan when Tae's cock finally started to tease at his prostate, eyes fluttering in bliss, struggling to keep his gaze focused any longer, simply drowning in how amazing it felt to feel his husband's hips grind into him with the utmost affection. It was fantastic, but knowing the younger man-- slow only pleased him for so long... "A-ah, your cock is so big... I love it, fuck, more... Please, Mr. Jeon.." He purred, deliberately clenching his warm flesh around the elder's turgid length, the hint of mischief sparkling in the younger's eyes.

Tae burrowed his face in the crook of Jungkook’s neck, their bodies’ shine mingling with one another whilst Taehyung sweetly kissed the pale skin, tasting the slight saltiness of his husband’s sweat on his lips. He licked over them, allowing them to hang open as grunts and groans made themselves known in the room. The elder wasn’t shy when it came to the noises he made in the bedroom; he wanted to let Koo know just how good he was making him feel.. His husband held a tight grip on his cock, causing it to twitch in anticipation as Tae gradually thrusted deeper into him. “Love it when you call me that— hmph..!” His balls smacked harder against the younger’s ass, squelching sounds taking over the invisible bubble they’ve made for themselves. “Fuck..” It came out as a hoarse whisper, and one of Taehyung’s hands snuck between their bodies to grasp onto Jungkook’s cock, giving the stiff skin a few delicious strokes. “So good..”

"Aa-aah*..!" Jungkook snapped his head from one side to the other, pressing his flushed cheek against the bed. His body trembled like a leaf at the added sensation, a drawn out moan in relief, finally touched where it ached the most. He felt like he'd been a really good boy then and there to finally earn this as a reward. "I f-feel good? fuck--" His voice was strained and wobbly, every thrust choking his words. "Tell me, tell me please... How good I make you feel."

Koo knew already, the sounds his husband was making gave him no doubt about the pleasure his body brought upon the elder. But Jungkook loved to verbally hear it. Almost like back when Taehyung had gone overseas, and all they had were FaceTime. Even though they could easily look at each other through their screens-- the verbal aspect of it was Kook's favorite. And it stuck with him since, hearing that deep voice his husband possessed tell him the most filthy of things, and the highest of praise; it turned Jungkook on.

Taehyung’s head tilted upwards, the fringe no longer as smooth. Instead the dark hairs stuck together by a thin layer of sweat on his creased forehead, giving him little access to truly look into Jungkook’s doe eyes whilst he grumbled out his next words; “Your insides are always so fucking tight, no matter how many times I push my cock in you— hngh.. it never fails to drive me crazy..” The elder snapped faster into Koo, having yet to withdraw his hand from Jungkook’s dick whilst he thrusted into him at an animalistic pace, feeling the head of his cock prod at his husband’s abused prostate. “You’re so warm, too.. the warmest I’ve felt in a really long fuckin’ time. Fuck.. so soft. You make me feel so good.” Still jerking Koo off, Tae’s mouth wrapped around one of the boy’s nipples, swirling his wet tongue around the bud before lightly nibbling on it. He quickly flicked the awakened nip with his tongue, humming into the skin.

"Fuck yes, oh my good, Taehyung..." Jungkook's whiny moans turned into sobs, his abs flexing as they tightened in rapture, the pool of heat quickly ramping up in his lower abdomen. The continous prodding of his sensitive prostate drove him mad. "I'm gonna c-cum, I'm clo-ose, ahhn..." His eyes were filled with desperation, sparkling with the layer of tears and admiration swirling within them. He was completely transfixed on his husband, absolutely whipped for the attention his body is given in so many various ways at the moment. Taehyung's cock, his mouth, his hand. It was overwhelming as hell. Jungkook could easily feel his own cock drool with precum, his thick length swelling to full hardness as if it was about to explode at any moment. All he needed was just-- one. small. push.

Taehyung’s release was also knocking at his door, begging to be spread across Jungkook’s fleshy insides as every thrust of his cock dragged Tae’s energy down bit by bit. “G-gonna cum inside, so close..” Eager to make Koo break down along with him, Taehyung’s grip on his husband’s dick tightened, feeling the stickiness of the younger’s precum cover his fidgeting fingers; easing the slide of his sore hand. “I love you, I love you— a-ahh.. fuuck I-I’m cumming so much.” Spurts of warm white shot into Jungkook, dribbling out of the latter’s entrance as it was too much to hold in despite his cock staying still in its place.

“Wow.. so, does this officially make us husbands now?” The elder’s voice was raspy as he teased, breath hitching once he pulled out of Jungkook to lay on his back, chest heaving whilst he blankly stared at the ceiling. It felt different, yet not different at all.

Jungkook's clammy chest heaved up and down and placed one hand on top of his skin, mindlessly rubbing at his peck as he chuckled. The aftermath of his own orgasm still pulsated in his softening length, the pool of his release warm on his lower stomach. "Yeah, it does." Kook's voice was just as hoarse. He turned his face towards his husband with a small, toothy grin on his face. They were both exhausted, definitely sobered up, and.. sticky, to say the least. But, content nonetheless. Jungkook couldn't have imagined a better way to spend their first wedding night together.

"Hey." His voice lowered, eyes heavy on the elder as he scuffed closer, pressing a soft kiss on Tae's arm.

"I love you. Can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you, Mr. Jeon."

© sombreboy 2020. Do not repost, edit or translate. Co-writer is my lovely @velvetwicebang​ <3

#fic: wedding night #taekook smut #vkook smut #taehyung x jungkook #boymeetsmxm #bangtanarmynet #bts smut #bts mxm #taehyung smut #jungkook smut #dom taehyung #sub jungkook #sombreboy

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Vibes Dream SMP members give off (in my opinion)

Dream

Barked at people in high school ironically but it became unironic real quick

Can’t cook very well but is good with a knife, especially at a fast pace

One of those kids who either purposely spells the first word wrong in a spelling bee to just be done with it right away or tries the hardest and manages to win (there is no inbetween for this heathen)

Bites ice cream with his teeth

Has snorted pixie stix far too many times and sneezed blue after each time

Eats bananas with the peels

Wears mismatched socks

Has taken a bite out of a pool noodle because he liked the texture and impulsively bit it (ADHD things✨😌)

Walks around looking extremely high but he’s just spacin out and stuck in his head

Dreams (lmao) in Minecraft and video games in general

Will flirt with anything that moves but has no idea how to respond to compliments

Makes fun of himself first before anyone else can

Has eaten an orange peel and it wasn’t that bad in his humble opinion

Wears khaki shorts

Eats the wax part of the baby bell cheese

Doesn’t actually know what genre his music taste is cause he vibes to everything

Georgenotfound

Picks at the skin on his lip when it’s dry so it bleeds and he tries not to give in by licking his lips often enough to the point where it became a habit

Wears velcro shoes because he doesn’t feel like tying them (he knows how, he just doesn’t wanna do it)

Eats peanut butter straight from the jar

Makes that disgusting “ants on a log” thing (celery stick filled with peanut butter topped with a row of raisins)

Can’t drink milk plain, it’s gotta have some sort of flavour

Can draw a perfect straight line but his circles look Terrible

Eats cheez-its like cereal without milk

Loves making little noises so much like he walks around his house doin chores and he’s just goin “memememenownownwnkwkshskshkshskhs”

Hates wearing socks

Coloured his tongue with highlighters because they’re non-toxic

Constantly tapping his feet and hands to a song/beat playing in his head

I can’t imagine this man using a bike of any sort, so Imma say he doesn’t know how

Can’t be licked by dogs because he’s used to being licked by his cat so it makes him uncomfortable

Can actually sing pretty well but gets real nervous in front of people so he fucks it up

Sapnap

No idea how to cook anything other than Mac and cheese please help this man

Meows at cats because he wants to confuse them and laughs Way too hard when he does (his laugh is like sunshine so I’ll allow it)

Would be fantastic at braiding hair Idk why

Gives the BEST fuckin hugs EVER

When singing, he makes noises for the instrumental parts too

Wanted to play the drums at one point

Really likes pit bulls but he’s more of a cat person so he loves them from afar

Only vaguely knows how to shave his face properly without hurting himself

Opportunities for him come up out of pure luck but mans is skilled for them so it works out well almost Always

Used to or currently has a skateboard and isn’t too bad

ALWAYS has bruises appearing everywhere for no reason, he doesn’t even know where 90% of them are from

Calls his friends twinks to jokingly bully them and gets away with it because he himself is not a twink

Gets sudden bursts of energy in the middle of the night and just shimmies around a bit to try and deal with it

Favours spearmint over peppermint

Arsonist

Banned from three (3) Dave & Busters in Texas

Badboyhalo

Washes his hands after doing literally anything

Likes the bird exhibits at the zoo (specifically the penguins)

Very good at cooking, best at soups and stews

If he painted his nails they would definitely be a baby blue

Overthinks very simple things and it makes him look less smart than he actually is

Drinks tap water

Probably prefers whiskey over beer

Knows how to tap dance a bit

Surprisingly good at taking and handling shots

Steady hands

Adds extra chocolate to hot chocolate

Plays sudoku and is really really good at it (only uses pen when he plays)

Everytime he sees a Himalayan salt lamp he NEEDS to lick it despite knowing it’s very salty and he’ll pull a face afterwards

Not great at Rock Paper Scissors

Wears sunglasses inside for no reason at all, he just,,,Does

Still has a stuffed animal from childhood perched on his bed

Probably tried his hand at archery

Tommyinnit

He has no idea how to use a baby voice on children or animals, so he just talks to them normally

Wears socks to bed

His fingers are double jointed

Always starts twitching if he stays still for too long because he’s gotta move around

His shoes and have different laces and it bothers everyone but himself

Doodles on himself in class when he’s bored or not paying attention

Has really good hearing, both with pitch and volume

Can’t eat tomato’s by themselves, it’s either gotta be in sauce form or with something else

FUCKING LOVES STRING CHEESE

Terrible handwriting

Favourite part of a slice of bread is the crust

Wants to paint his nails black to be cool and edgy but his hands are far from steady and he has no clue how to paint nails

Pretty affectionate with close friends (like Tubbo and Wilbur) off stream/camera

He likes pears for some reason

Wilbur Soot

Is constantly having to decide between leaving his hair as is or shaving all of it off

He also thinks about adding some colour but never actually does

Most tea is gross to him

Everytime he puts a breath mint thats circular in his mouth, he pretends it’s a pill and he’s taking drugs because he thinks that’s funny

He does that vacant state as a joke but that really what he looks like when he’s spacing out

Likes to aggressively flirt with his male friends but if his female friends flirt with him, he gets a bit flustered

Has probably accidentally swallowed a guitar pick

Once drank two entire jars of pickle juice

Bonks his head on anything and everything

He has broken a pair of glasses by walking face first into a pole outside

Thinks kinetic sand is fun

Has passionate arguments with others about trivial and random topics like chicken feet

Can open a beer bottle with his teeth

Would accidentally pop and swallow a bracket if he had braces

Tubbo

Hates sharp cheddar cheese

Everytime he learns a new word it’s in every sentence he says for the next week or so

Ate candle wax for a dare once

Doesn’t know how to tie a tie and will probably never learn

Wanted to do ballet at one point but decided not to

He has eaten multiple flowers for absolutely no reason other than wanting to know how they taste

Starts vibrating if he’s too excited

Used to bite his nails

ABSOLUTELY DESPISES MUSTARD

Has eaten paper and says it doesn’t taste that bad

Enjoys telling his friends how much they mean to him (this has resulted in Tommy and Wilbur crying on a few seperate occasions)

Spaces out a lot and doesn’t often pay attention to his surroundings

Gets lost inside of Best Buy’s

Likes s’mores but doesn’t properly understand how to make them

Technoblade

Learned to cook purely out of spite and found it’s actually pretty fun

Constantly getting smacked in the face by trees when walking outside

Really likes apple pie

Everytime he looks at potatoes he thinks of all the hours he spent trying to win the potato war

Starts things as a joke and gets too into it

Doesn’t like the taste of most energy drinks

Has rubbed salt and lemon juice into an open wound to just,,see how it felt (he did it once and Hated it but did it again because he forgot what it felt like)

Sometimes hates how quiet he is because everyone he knows is loud and talks over him

Despite how he is portrayed in the Dream SMP, he is extremely loyal to his friends and would kill for them

Over seasons his food because he can’t taste it otherwise

Really good balance

Doesn’t like to wear bright colours, but still enjoys wearing colours

Good at knitting

Quackity

Actually fairly quiet when off camera

Will accidentally use Spanish grammar while speaking English sometimes

Country music confuses him

Doesn’t really like kids but they really like him

Can’t dance

Hardest drugs he’s ever done is second hand smoke from a cigarette and children’s Tylenol

His favourite jolly ranchers are the red and blue ones

He uses lighters as fidget toys basically

Will have a breakdown, take a bubble bath, and call himself the self care king

Dehydrated

Wants a pet rat but he already has a cat and doesn’t wanna risk anything

Constantly questions why his main source of income is playing Minecraft with two 16 year olds

Karl Jacobs

Probably ate a spider once

Would wear those socks that are like gloves for you feet where it separates all the toes

Eats ravioli straight from the can, cold

Can answer an incredibly complex math equation fairly easily but will stumble over 12x11

Loves kids so much and speaks to them in a soft voice

Tried making ramen in a coffee pot and broke it

Drinks 2 monster energy drinks a day on average

Likes to open walnuts with his teeth but doesn’t actually eat them

The embodiment of that one John Maulany joke where he says you could spill soup in his lap and HE’D apologize to YOU

Loves physical affection so so much!!!!

If he moves his wrists in a certain way, they pop Really Loudly

Fantastic at making cookies

Fundy

Lowkey actually a furry but more on like, a cat boy level than fursuit level

Drives a Honda Civic

Likes ABBA

Adds parsley to almost anything he makes food-wise

Loves garlic bread so much, he’d commit a federal crime for it

Middle child vibes

Decent at skiing

Good at singing but isn’t terribly confident

Seems responsible at first glance but in reality he’s pretty chaotic and childish

Bad at spelling

Always cuts his nails way too short so they always feel weird/hurt

Likes bracelets and rings

Thinks pastel colours slap

JSchlatt

Despite the character he plays, he’s actually really sweet

He’s genuinely that cryptic off camera as he is on camera

Can cook but chooses not to most of the time

Would probably say “what pussy size you wear” to anyone who asks him to buy pads

Not actually as intimidating as he appears to be

Lowkey would fight a child

Shuts down when someone compliments him, often using aggression as a front because holy shit they just called him handsome and kind what the Fuck-

Jokingly says his license is suspended but in all actuality he never got his license in the first place

He has two (2) extra teeth but they don’t need to be removed so he kept them

Has a stick n poke of a stickman on his ankle he got in high school

Likes physics

This is already very long, and I still plan on adding more.

#dream #dreamwastaken #georgenotfound #sapnap #mcyt fandom #dream mcyt #mcyt memes #sapnap mcyt #george mcyt #mcytumblr #vibes #more later #i plan on doing every member #don’t worry guys #dream team #dream smp #mcyt #tommy and tubbo #tommy mcyt #tubbo #wilbur soot #tommy and wilbur #wilbur soot mcyt #dreamnotfound #jschlatt #schlatt #quakity #quackity #Technoblade #technoblade mcyt

[obeyme-and-you]

Chapter 41&42 Summary and Thoughts

Sorry for the radio silence! Gabe has been busy signing up for school and the holidays been kicking our butts.

We are back again with our bullshit tho.

Spoilers for said chapters under the cut.

 This summary is going to be short and sweet hopefully.

We start our new journey with Gabe’s not so favorite sorcerer (but by god is he hot-Gabe) and it seem that he’s been teaching us magic, by account of the homework he’s been giving us. The conversation changes to an interview that MC is going to for a baby sitting gig. You know, babysitting toddlers of the human variety. MC make their way to the extravagant home for said interview only for Asmo to open the door to greet us and MC promptly shuts the door in his face. There is a small game of opening and closing the door hoping for the people on the other side to change (hint they don't). Beel and Belphie show up next to you and you head inside with them. In MC’s panic of WTF, they use the pack on the boys and they hit the floor. ( At this point Satan and Levi have also joined the group. After an apology you find out this surprise of them being the human world on break was Asmo’s idea but Mammon took it a little too far.

We are directed to Mammon who has been hung upside-down from a chandelier. He was talking about his unjust punishment, for just spending all their money at a casino when we interrupt him. MC teases him, before getting him down via their pact. After greeting him, MC is taken on a tour of the house by the boys (minus Lucifer) (gimme my boy :( ). You learn the door to their rooms actually take them to their rooms in the Devildom via Barbatos’s magic. After spending time with the boys and taking a nap with Belphie, MC wakes up being carried by Beel where he eventually take them to the courtyard (after some merciless tickling >:( )  for a welcome party they put together. MC sneaks off with Lucifer to talk with him alone and spends the night with him ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°).

We start out the next chapter with an Extreme game of Rock, Paper, Scissors, to decide chore duties.  After this intense off screen battle, MC and Beel having cooking duty for that night, so MC and Beel head out to do some shopping for dinner. A butcher mentions that Beel was out with someone else yesterday (Belphie), and how much food you seem to be buying. He then asks if they’re celebrating anything, and Beel says “yeah we are celebrating moving in together” which leads to the Butcher giving MC and Beel relationship advice. XD (that butcher really went “guess they’re all together” and accepted it)

After leaving the market you meet up with Mammon and Satan who left the house because Solomon showed up with lunch for them (And didn't tell Lucifer). You all go out for lunch at a pizza joint that Satan picked because it’s featured in a show he enjoys (fuckin nerd). Afterwards, you have the choice to go with Beel and Mammon to a Bakery, or with Satan to a bookstore. You then arrive home to find out that Solomon has not left, and has in fact, also made lunch! And guess who still cant cook! (this bitch has been alive for how long and still can’t make something edible??) There’s no escape; Lucifer stands in our way. MC and boys are forced to Eat his food which, somehow, is SO BAD, it causes MC to pass out. Right before passing out, MC catches Solomon stating that MC will need to eventually get a sorcerers license. (Lemme do illegal magic, no license, only magic)

MC, awakens in their room, opens their bedroom door, ends up in Diavolo’s Castle! You meet with Little D No. 2, who screams thinking MC is a ghost, before telling Barbatos of their arrival. Barbatos takes MC to have tea with the Prince. Diavolo complains about all the work he has to do and how he would rather be up in the human world visiting us as well. He gives Puppy dog eyes to Barbatos who say ‘No <3′. (How could anyone be immune to Diavolo’s puppy dog eyes?)

After a small chat with them, MC is sent back to their room in the human world, and meet up with some of the boys in the kitchen to show them how to use some of the appliances that they didn't have in the Devildom (bold of them to assume I know how to either). It ends with MC talking with Asmo about going to an Angel themed bakery. (I swear to God if Luke and Simeon opened up a bakery and I double swear to God if THIS is how we meet Michael I’m going to snap <3 )

#obey me #obey me! #obey me chapter 41 #obey me chapter 41 spoilers #obey me chapter 42 #obey me chapter 42 spoilers #spoilers #obey me spoilers #obey me swd #obey me shall we date spoilers #obey me shall we date #obey me! swd #obey me! shall we date

[pynkhues]

I’m just here to say I love all of your fic and ask what might be your next update? 🙂

Thank you so much! I’m hoping to get at least one thing up by the end of this week? My office is shutting down tomorrow for the quarantine - so that day will be busy, but the rest of the week should be pretty quiet, hopefully giving me lots of time to write. 

My head’s been totally consumed with this s3 fic though right now where Beth and Rio do a job together and then bone in his new car, haha, so that’ll probably be the thing that goes up? (Although I’m aiming for the last part of the porn!AU soon too). 

Anyway, I know I posted a bit of this earlier in the week, but if you like, you can have the full first scene of the s3 fic!

I hope you like it!

Weird thingis, the place smells like her.

He’d thoughtit the first time he’d stepped through the door, the counterfeit note uncurlinglike a promise in his pocket; the ugly-ass white curtains that looked straightoutta his abuela’s house already drawn.

He can’teven really explain what the smell is, wouldn’t know how to describe itif somebody asked – something a little too sweet, but it ain’t like perfume,ain’t like fresh baked cookies or pie or nothin’ neither, and it ain’t quitelike a flower, not that he makes a habit of going around smelling the roses andwhatnot, but he’s got sisters, and Rhea used to love getting them back when sheused to love him.

Nah, itain’t anything so easy to pin down – not that anything with Elizabeth ever hasbeen.  

Back before- - well, just before, he used to think maybe it was some lotion orshampoo or something. Didn’t smell like a flower because it must have been someflower imitation, essence of whatever, something smelled once by somebody forreal and then broken down in a lab in an effort to recreate it. A bottled upmemory, some Frankenstein’d recreation of something that smelt good to somebodyonce.

Somethingnot cheap, but inexpensive, probably picked up at the drug store whileshe bought up toothpaste and diapers, toilet paper and aspirin, somethingslathered on her skin after her shower but before bed, something that’d she’dsoak in overnight, but still - -

Somethingjust on her skin.

Because thething is, now he knows that ain’t it. Knows it, because she tastes like it too.

Fuck, knowsexactly how deep inside her that taste goes.

Knows itstarts on the inside, whatever it is.

Remembers ittoo-sweet on his tongue for days after she kicked him out of her bed.

And shit, itain’t something he’s had any time recent, but still – the smell in the airdon’t just hit his nose right now, it coats his teeth.

The fact ofit all is enough to make him drum his fingers on the counter, right beside thecash registers, enough to make his jaw rock, impatient, as he watches Elizabethhelp a customer pick out a card, her movements stiff since the moment she sawhim walk in, and on anyone else that would feel like a win, but on her he knowsit ain’t one. Ain’t fear or discomfort but anger, simmering just beneath herskin.

Enough of itapparently to make her take her time, draw it out, leave him waiting longer,and he’s of half a mind to go over and get her fussin’ and flusterin’, when thecustomer finally decides on which bit of folded cardboard she wants to go with thebox of decorative plates in her hand and asks and you gift wrap, right?

And it’salmost impressive, how Elizabeth can cross the store swapping small talk withthis twenty-something (who’s all fuckin’ pep and Invisalign braces), can feel hiseyes on her, must know he’s practically draped across the counter, and not somuch as glance at him.

“Do youthink the gold wrapping paper is too much?” the girl trills. “I don’t want itto look like I’m trying too hard.”

“No suchthing when it comes to presentation,” Elizabeth replies, and he knows her wellenough to know her voice is a little tight, just because he knows what itsounds like when it ain’t, and he smiles at her, sharkish, as she rounds the counter,until all that’s left between them is the wooden frame of the thing.

She rings upthe sale while the girl natters about somethin’ or other, the ancient littlemachine beneath them all choking out a receipt as Elizabeth starts grabbingtogether wrapping paper and ribbons of gauzy tulle and metallic bands thatcatch the light and blink gold. It’s tacky as fuck, but the thing is, he kindalikes watching her work with her hands. Likes it when she’s workin’ that printer,slicing his money, likes it when she’s fiddling and fussing and straighteningthings out, reminds him of them on his - -

Nuh.

Not that.  

He pushes hisarm a little harder against the counter edge, not enough that she’ll notice,and sucks on his teeth, but shit, there’s that taste again, and he should lookaway, should stop watching her pale hands fumble with the handle of some bigass craft scissors, her narrow fingers small there – thinner than the blades,and just - - something in him twitches.

The customer’scell pings, and it’s enough to make him glance over, just in time to see thegirl quickly look away from him, and huh, he thinks, tilting his body away fromElizabeth and towards the girl instead. It’s almost too easy, to take her in,all frizzy, mouse-brown hair and bright green eyes, pink cheeks. She looks alittle curious, a little embarrassed, and he softens out a grin, nodding hishead towards the card in her hands.

“Birthday?”he guesses, and she blinks, surprised, before flushing a little.

“Engagementparty,” she replies, and Rio taps his knuckles down on the counter, all damn,so close, feeling something in him sharpen in satisfaction, when he feelsElizabeth’s gaze finally dart over to him.

“I don’teven want to go,” the girl adds, rolling her eyes in quasi amusement. “I justwork with her, but the whole office is going, so it’s like, become this bigdeal.”

Rio hums incommiseration.

“Things wedo for work, huh?”

And shit,ain’t that why he’s here tonight? Briefly, his thoughts tangle with theprospect of what he’s got to do, annoyance flaring with even the prospect ofthis fucking thing, but it’s stifled when the girl looks at him in surprise.

“Do you workhere too?” she asks, voice all loaded up with curiosity, and Rio grins, swayinga little as Elizabeth turns on the spot to grab one of the ribbons behind her,spin back, make jerky, awkward work of tying the bow.

“Somethin’like that.”

Behind him,the metallic schink of the scissors on the ribbon sounds louder in hisear, the force of the cut harsher than it needs to be, and Rio grins before hecan help it, just real fuckin’ delighted at the thought. Pissin’ her off - - itain’t like anything else.

“Do I get toask now?”

Rio blinks,pops an eyebrow as the girl flushes a little beneath the boldness of her ownquestion, and it reminds him of Elizabeth way back when, blinking those bambieyes of hers beneath the Cloud 9 store fluorescents. When that desperate edgeto her hadn’t been quite so shadowed, and huh, he tilts back towards the girl,softens his smile, waves a hand out like be my guest.

She sways onthe spot, pink in delight, bites her lip, and beside them, the wrapping papercrinkles roughly as Elizabeth’s pale hands tie bows.

“I’m goingto go with owner, I think.”

Rio laughs,twisting his head to find Elizabeth staring at him, unimpressed, before he swingseasily back to the girl.

“Got it inone, sweetheart.”

It’s enoughto make her flush all over, pleased, and Elizabeth to pick up the pace on hergift wrapping, finally finishing it and thrusting it into a bag, passing it on overas the girl starts rambling about a prize, and she’s talkin’ to him, but he don’treally care anymore. Not now that Elizabeth’s rounding the counter anddirecting the girl to the exit.

She don’twanna go, not right away. She lingers, staring at him, and he just keepssmiling wanly at her, nodding, and shit, it takes her forever to get the hint,finally scurrying out of the store. The door’s barely even closed before Elizabeth’sflipping the lock, the open sign to closed, and then she’s spinning abruptly toface him, her cheeks flushed and her chest heaving.

“You can’tcome here when we’re open,” she tells him, and Rio pops an eyebrow at her,briefly amused, when she adds: “You draw attention.”

He curves sidewaysat that, further draping over the counter, drops his elbow to it, then his chinto his hand.

“Yeah? Howyou think I do that?”

And he can’tquite swallow the grin at the way she glares at him, striding over to that bigtable full of trinkets and shit in the middle of the store, and just startsfiddling in that way she does now. Like she needs something to do with herhands, and he lets her, moving a little forwards until he’s leaning backagainst the counter instead of beside it, eyeing her off. She ain’t dressedexactly how he wants her – in some dark wash mama jeans and some pale pinkblouse, dotted with flowers. Boots with a short, thick heel.

A sweaterwoulda been better, but this’ll do

“The pulp’sdrying,” she sniffs suddenly, eyes darting to him then away again. “So ifyou’re wanting - -”

But Rio justwaves a hand at her.

“Nah, yougonna call your sister and your lady friend. They can finish that tonight. Youand me got a job.”

It’s enoughto make her pause. To make her look up at him, her eyes wide, then narrowed,and shit, it’s that smell again, curling at his nose. He swallows, looksbriefly away, and when he looks back, Elizabeth’s still staring at him, thistime with something different on her face too – and it takes him a moment torealise that she’d taken him looking away as a win. He pushes off the counter,steps forwards quickly, just to see her jump.  

“What’s thejob?” she asks, trying to cover it, and Rio hums, moving past her to grab one ofthe little baggies of hard candy, twisting it over to half read the ingredientswhile he speaks.

“Need topick something up,” he says. Sugar and peppermint oil and water, that’s allthat’s in them. Vaguely he wonders if she’s made candies like this. Probably. Forbirthday parties and PTA mixers, to sell - too sweet - at fundraisers. He feelsher shift beside him more than he sees it, her hands stilling on a huddle ofpom pom keychains.

“Why do youneed me for that?”

“Don’t needyou,” he tells her flippant, tossing the bag of candy back down onto thedisplay, just to make her jaw square. “Just think your vibe gonna hit thiscrowd better.”

“What‘vibe’?”

And shit, hedoes look at her at that, arching an eyebrow, gaze flicking down her body, staringpointedly at her floral blouse and her mama jeans, not letting his gaze drag,because it ain’t about that - - can’t be about that, but then there’sthat smell again, and fuck, he thinks, tearing his gaze back to meet her own.

“You reallywant me to answer that?”

She rollsher eyes, shifts her weight, opens her mouth to say something, probably aboutneeding information or some sort of schedule or whatever other bullshit he ain’tgot time for, and he waits until he can see the word on the tip of her tongue,before he cuts her off.

“Finish lockin’up, call your girls. Want you in my car in five minutes, yeah?”

And withthat, he pivots, striding out of the store and back into the afternoon light.

#my fic #welcome to my ama #Anonymous

[all-hail-the-witcher]

I have literally no clue how to do this, but director’s commentary on your ‘One expensive can of easy cheese’ fic?

hell yeah!!

all comments will be in bold

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Race was sat on top of the counter in his and Albert’s apartment, race only knows how to sit on counters lets be real, he can't sit in a chair to save his life a piece of duct tape over his mouth and his hands tied together with kitchen twine KINKYY. He sighed against his restraints, resigned to watch his boyfriend make their contribution to this year’s Thanksgiving gathering: mac and cheese. okay so its mac and cheese cause if you read spies mac and cheese is Literally the Only thing albert knows how to cook, other than coffee, and he's Really Fuckin Good At It (he's the mikey of mac and cheese okay this is my hc)

Now, of course everyone and their mother knew that mac and cheese was not a Traditional Thanksgiving Food is it though, r a c e r?. But, Albert had won (best out of three) mario kart yesterday so he had gotten to decide what they would bring to Jack’s house i was gonna make it rock paper scissors, i do not know hot to play mariokart, but it sounds more heated than rock paper scissors. Had Race known that he had been planning to make mac and fucking cheese, maybe he would have tried a little harder race be quiet you literally love alberts mac and cheese its a known fact.

Apparently, Albert was not pleased with Race’s reaction to his decision to make mac and cheese, and thought that Race might try to get in the way somehow (which he may or may not have fully intended to do) he did. So he did what any loving boyfriend would: sat him on the counter, put duct tape over his mouth and tied his hands together so he wouldn’t interfere albert sounds real kinky in this, why did i make this so kinky, wait when did i even write this.

Race was beginning to wonder why he had agreed to move in with Albert in the first place. CAUSE YOU LOVE HIM THATS WHY

With a violent shake of his head and one final spat who the fuck uses the word spat huh saph??, he was able to dislodge the duct tape d i s l o d g e thats some karen bs right there.

“Albieeeeee,” he whined, laying down on the counter. “Can you pleaaaaaaaseee let me helllllllllp?” yeah albert let him help jeez he's the one who actually knows how to cook

Albert barely glanced up as he pulled the big wooden spoon out of the pot and gave it a thoughtful lick note to self, all licks should always be thoughtful. “Hmmmmmmm. No.” dumbass. if only you knew what was coming.

“But-!” He wriggled w r i g g l e d around to give Albert his best puppy dog eyes. “Can I make something else then? Ple-OW!” He glared at the spatula that had been hurled at his arm. “You apologize for that!” damn albie why so mean? o wait i wrote this wait...

“Nah.” He smirked and went back to stirring his wretched pasta okay but i did a good job making race salty i gotta give myself that. Well, actually Albert’s mac and cheese was quite good hELL YEAH IT IS. Race was just salty that he was making it for Thanksgiving when it was very well known that he was the chef of the two and Jack was expecting something good not the mac and cheese Albert famously made at 2am in college when they were all high as hell. okay real talk tho, no one eats good mac and cheese in college, its the instant microwave shit cause were all broke so thats a lie race

“Can you at least untie me then?” ;)

“No.” Albert even bother considering this time. albert this is gettin Real Kinky..

“Well.” If logic wasn't going to work on Albert he would have to try another method. “I know you know how to make a guy feel good Albie HAH YES I KNEW I PULLED SOMETHING WEIRD, but I never expected ropes to be a part of it. What’s next? Handcuffs? Whips? Chains?” i gotta tell ya life without ya has been hard. hard? has been bad. bad? has been r o u g h. k i N kY

In two seconds flat Race was out of his kitchen twine bonds and flexing his sore wrists. LIKE HECK HE WAS CAUSE ALBERTS ACE AND HE DONT WANT THAT REPUTATION!!!

“Man Albie, who knew you had a twine kink.” hehe u go race

“You know,” Albert began loudly, as if thinking that his loudness would cover up his totally obvious twine kink yeah albie has a twine kink, he licks it, no this is a joke, “if you want to do something that's actually useful, you could go to Walgreens and buy me another can of Easy Cheese.” W A L G R E E NS. this whole fit was an excuse to write another part of the walgreens au

“Is that what you put in your fuckin mac and cheese?” Race swore he actually felt bile rise in the back of his throat when Albert nodded. “That’s it. I’m never eating your mac and cheese again.” BUT YOU LIKE IT

“But-!”

“I’ll eat you though,” Race winked, taking a moment to enjoy the startled, yet somehow pleased look on his boyfriend’s face. okay maybe albert wasn't ace in this particular fic...

“Not until after we’re done at Jack’s.” yeah definitely not scratch that. i write a lot of fics. Albert said only half jokingly as he dug around in his pocket for a second before throwing a crumpled five at Race. “In the meantime though, be gone thot!” GO AWAYYYY. IM A MAN OF GOD. mikey and my sister have subjected me to too many tik toks im sorry

Race barely managed to catch the bill without falling on the floor, but still blew a kiss to Albert before walking out of the apartment.

Who the fuck puts easy cheese in mac and cheese? albert does. but its actually a plot point just to get you to walgreens and if anyone puts easy cheese in mac and cheese i will fite you. He wondered for the millionth time as he stomped the three blocks to Walgreens. Albert claimed that he had chosen his apartment for its proximity to the store he did, actually, but up until today Race had always assumed that he had been joking he was not. The man did make a lot of mac and cheese and if Easy Cheese was an ingredient well….maybe there was some truth to that story after all. you can buy easy cheese at a lot of places tho...i don't actually know if you can buy easy cheese at a walgreens

Race pulled open the door to the Walgreens, pausing briefly to wonder why the absolute fuck it was open on literal Thanksgiving before remembering that it was a fucking Walgreens and why wouldn’t it be open to sell his dumbass boyfriend a can of fucking Easy Cheese. walgreens remains a mystery indeed. my only experience was the one that my best friend and i would go to at lunch during senior year. also have you ever noticed that most walgreenses are on corners? cause their slogan is at the corner of happy and healthy??

In order to get to the Easy Cheese, or at least he assumed so because he had never bought a can of Easy Cheese in his whole glorious 25 years of life a true chef, Race had to walk past the Pharmacy section of the store. And, it just so happened that there was a guy sitting behind the counter at the Pharmacy. A very attractive guy. With a beard. In scrubs. oh my god the most questionable villain I've ever written.

Now, of course Race loved Albert and nothing would ever change that, but he could appreciate an attractive man when he saw one indeed he could. He thanked whatever deity was out there for the bit of man candy M AN C AN D Y that he had been granted and went in search of his Easy Cheese. oh just you wait racetrack 

“Mac and cheese, velveta cheese, microwaveable mac and cheese, where the fuck is the- oh thank fuck there we go.” my best friend and i spent much time looking at the mac and cheese in walgreens He pulled a can of Easy Cheese off of the shelf, tossing it once and catching it athletics before turning to go pay for the horrendous product, happy to finally be done with the whole ordeal when- B R E T T 

“Easy cheese? Really?”

Race whirled whirled? saph please get a better vocabulary around to see Mr. Man Candy hA himself leaning against the opposite shelf. “Wh- who?”

“Oh,” he dusted his hand off on his scrubbs oh my god Wait i wrote this cause one time when i was in a walgreens i Did see a hot dude working the pharmacy and decided to write a fic about it!! i remember texting mikey about this hjfhgjhg, “allow me to introduce myself. My name is Brett O’Hare. and mikey came up with that name And you, sir, are a disgrace to society. The very reason why so many Americans are in poor health in this day and age.” brett is an obnoxious millennial in case you can't tell

“I’m sorry, what?”

“The Easy Cheese!” Brett gestured wildly toward the can in Race’s hand. “Gosh do you even know how many preservatives are in that stuff? And all the cancers that it can cause? It’s terrible. We wouldn’t need free healthcare if people just stopped eating Easy Cheese!” apparently he's a millennial who's also a republican...?

Race had lived in New York City his whole life, and he had seen some pretty strange things subway pizza rat, but never had he seen a pharmacist in a Walgreens lecture anyone about the health benefits of Easy Cheese. easy cheese has no health benefits. and if you'd stopped annoying your boyfriend maybe you wouldn't be there

“So let me get this straight,” Race rubbed his head, trying to make sense of the situation. “You go around yelling at people about the ingredients in the things that they are purchasing?” yeah its nyc people love to have Opinions. and so do millennials

“Yeah.”

“You do realize that this is a Walgreens, right? Everything in here probably contains some kind of chemical.” man brett has his work cut out for him. New Yorkers never ceased to amaze him.

“All the more reason for me to inform them of their poor eating habits!” Brett pointed a finger at him. “And stop distracting me! You’re the one buying the freaking easy cheese here!” this is so weird why did i come up with this idea. what possessed me. 

“It’s not even for me!” Race shouted back. “It’s for my boyfriend’s fucking mac and cheese that he insisted on making for Thanksgiving even though everyone knows that mac and cheese is not a fucking Thanksgiving food and he’s only making it cause he knocked me off the goddamn rainbow road right before the fucking finish line!” someones salty Race was fuming but the time that he was done.

“Oh, man I’m so sorry, that's lousy.” but it won't stop brett...

Race looked surprised. Of all the things that he thought he would get out of this Walgreens experience, a therapy session was indeed not on the list. But neither had been hearing a lecture about the preservatives in Easy Cheese from a pharmacist. i have literally no explanation for this train wreck of a fic

“But that doesn’t change the fact that you’re still buying Easy Cheese!” Between one second and the next, Brett had grabbed the can of Easy Cheese out of Race’s hand, wielding it like a brick ha percy jackson heroes of olympus anyone??. “Buy some fucking vegetables!” you can't buy vegetables in a walgreens brett

And with that, he struck Race over the head with the can of Easy Cheese.

Now, Race had definitely done some questionable things during his life Thats for sure. Once he had slept on the roof of his dorm building in January for a week because he lost his dorm key god why you can't even get on the roof of dorm buildings i know, I've tried, and another time he had been tricked into making an entire wedding cake using salt by Who??. However, being smacked over the head with a can of Easy Cheese by a health nut in scrubs on Thanksgiving put any and all other situations he had been in to shame in a walgreens don't forget. how did you forget that saph.  

He opened his eyes, suddenly blinded by the lights, and reached for his phone, muttering curses about man candy and vegetables as he should be. Squinting so he didn’t have to look at the screen, he somehow managed to dial Albert. no one d i a l s anyone saph. its the 21st century. i have like maybe 8 phone numbers memorized, half of them belong to my family the other half to people i knew in middle school.

“Racetrack Higgins, where is my Easy Cheese?”

Race pulled the phone away from his ear and winced at the sound of his boyfriend’s voice. “Um, it may have been used to give me a concussion by a health nut in scrubs?” for Once al isn't the one who gets injured in a walgreens. bet you didnt see That coming

Albert let out a loud sigh. “Ah man, did you run into Brett? That guy’s the worst.” hehe bet al used to date him

“Wait, you know him?”

“Race, I know every Walgreens employee in Manhattan, of course I know Brett.” There was the jangling of keys in the background. “I thought I told you to go to the one on 4th for this reason, ah, well. I’m on my way. I’ll take you to urgent care. Hang tight.” ofc al goes to urgent care. and everyone there knows him by a first name basis

Race’s head hurt too much to process what Albert had said except for the words ‘I’m on my way.’ “Okay,” he sighed. this was definitely one of the times i asked mikey about oddly specific concussion symptoms and then proceeded to forget everything he told me and do my own stuff

“Love you.”

“Love you too.” Race’s eyes focused on the dented can of Easy Cheese rolling on the floor he should still buy it. “And Al?”

“Yeah?”

“This is going to be one expensive can of Easy Cheese.” get it? cause race has to pay urgent care for his consultation? and they're also Very Very late to thanksgiving. cause al insists on finishing his mac. jack is not impressed. he eats all races pie.

anyway thats that hope you enjoyed

[themoonandotherslikeit]

Back to You- Chapter 3

*REQUEST by UKgirl71

On a case, Sam Winchester saw a friend that he hadn’t seen in over ten years, Freya Scott. Freya was a blonde, fiery hunter with a serious skill set. The couple quickly realize how good they are for each other, in cases and life. With her, Sam starts to remember the possibilities he has outside of hunting, but when an accident rips them apart, will Sam ever be able to love anyone again? Will he be able to make it back to her?

Chapter Three, Someone Worth Having

Sam

"Pass the chips."

I glanced in the backseat at Freya who was leaning forward between us, grabbing for the chips in Deans lap.

"Back off, handsy." He said, slapping her hand away, his eyes never leaving the road. "Sammy, I think your girl wants me."

"I'm not his girl." "She's not my girl." We said at the same time.

"Uh huh."

"So did you two just kidnap me, or is there actually a case?" Freya asked, sounding bored.

"There's a case." I said, clearing my throat awkwardly. I handed her the newspaper article.

"You guys still pick up cases from the news papers?" Freya laughed, shaking her head. "It's all online now, boys. Get with the times." Her eyes skimmed the article. "Okay, so guy gets killed and neighbor swears she saw the mans wife go into the house shortly before the time of death." Her eyes flickered to mine in the rear view mirror. "And the wife's been dead for six months."

"Sounds like our kind of thing." Dean said smoothly.

"Nothing gets passed you, does it?" Freya laughed, folding up the newspaper. "Any info on the dead wife?"

"She died of cancer." I said nonchalantly.

"Hmm. Could be a spirit, I suppose, but why not just pop up in the house? Ghosts don't exactly use the front door."

"Revenant?"

"Possibly." She said with a shrug. "Guess we will just have to wait to find out. How much longer do we have? Tryin to decide if I should catch some shut eye. I always have to drive on the road, downside to hunting alone."

"A few hours." I said.

"Rest easy." Dean said, eyeing her in the rear view mirror.

She rolled her eyes, slid on her sunglasses, and put in her headphones. They were so loud that we could hear her music.

After about twenty minutes Dean cleared his throat. "Yo, Blondie. Aye, can you hear me?"

She didn't stir.

"Man leave her alone."

"I want to leave her alone, trust me. Just makin sure she's asleep before I ask for the dirt." He wiggled his eyebrows. "You didn't come for a drink last night. Don't tell me you went..." He snorted. "Out to eat."

"Christ, Dean!"

"What?" He was cackling. It took him a second to contain himself before he continued. "You don't exactly stay overnight with women often, Sammy."

"Yeah, I know that." She isn't just some woman.

"So?"

"So what? You need a play by play?"

"Uh yeah. I sure as shit do. Sexy, mysterious, badass blonde from your past shows up and you get her in bed on the first night. Does she have a complex, or what?"

"You're an ass." I could feel my cheeks heat up. Damn, Sam, fuckin cool it.

"You know, I think I remember her Dad. I was on that case with them. He was a bad motherfucker."

"So is she." I said smoothly.

"Yeah, I'm seein that." Dean eyed me. "Not tryin to pry, Sam. We just usually don't bring chicks along with us."

"You invited her."

"Well yeah, dude. She's a hunter and she was practically undressing you with her eyes the whole case. I'm a great wingman."

I rolled my eyes. "I don't need a wingman."

"That's pretty obvious." My big brother grinned. "So... is she the one who took your precious flower?"

"Excuse me?"

Dean wiggled his eyebrows. "You know what I mean. Does she hold your V-Card?"

I groaned and sunk in my seat. "Just drive, dude."

10 Years Ago

"So where are we going?" I asked Freya, trying to keep up with her, my lips still tingling from her kiss.

"You don't know how to go with the flow do you, Kansas?" She turned back to me with a wide grin.

"Not really." I admitted.

She laughed and shook her head. "Then you must really hate hunting. I feel like it's all by the seat of your pants."

"That's an understatement." I laughed dryly.

"I was thinking about sneaking into a movie. You in?"

I shrugged. "Yeah, okay."

We walked side by side, my eyes locked on her hand swinging by her side. Just do it. She kissed you! She obviously likes you. Just man up. Hold her hand. Dean would do it.

My pep talk wasn't taking me far, and I was mentally kicking myself for it. What's wrong with me?

We made our way to the movie theatre and hung by the back door. A movie was just letting out, and Freya slipped in behind a mother who was chasing her young child out the door. "Get back here!" She said desperately.

"Score." Freya murmured, grabbing the door. "After you."

I waltzed in through the door like I belonged there.

She looked like she belonged there as she walked past the theatres. "Ooh, yes!" She said, swooping out a large popcorn container out of the trash, and a cup.

"What're you doing?"

"Watch and learn." She grinned at me before walking to the concession stand.

"How can I help you?"

"I was hoping I could get a refill on my popcorn and drink."

"Of course, mam!"

"Is there any way we can get a new container?" She asked sheepishly. "My boyfriend dropped it on the way into the theatre and its been on the floor... we already cleaned up the spill. I'm so embarrassed." She covered her face like she was hiding a blush.

I knew my cheeks were hot, too, the moment she said boyfriend.

"I'm a klutz." I shrugged.

"Sure thing, mam. What would you like to drink?"

"Dr. Pepper." She said brightly, moving her hands from her face.

"You're an evil genius." I said, as we settled into our seats.

"It's a gift." She exclaimed, tossing a piece of popcorn and catching it in her mouth effortlessly. "Your turn." She said, tossing one to me.

I missed it by a mile. It hit my cheek and bounced off. I scratched my head. "Guess I wasn't joking about the klutz thing."

"It's cute." She murmured. "Hey, you have some butter..." She ran her thumb over my cheek and the slid it into her mouth. I swallowed hard, and leaned forward, swiftly pressing my lips to hers again in a soft kiss.

Freya

I stretched as we pulled up to our new digs for the night. "I'll grab the rooms." I said, tossing my legs out. "I need to change before we do the whole FBI Schtick."

"Sure." Sam and Dean shrugged.

I went into the motel and flashed my fake credit card. "Two rooms. One queen is fine in one and two fulls in the other, please."

I waited as she ran my card, tapping my nails against the counter. I sometimes wondered what it'd be like to be FBI for real. To be put up in a hotel that wasn't covered in taxidermy, or cowboy figurines.

"Here you go, Miss." She said, handing me the two keycards. "Thanks so much." I flashed her an award winning smile, before walking back out to the car. "Here ya go." I tossed the boys their key. "Don't worry, I got you a single so you can snuggle." I winked at them before grabbing my bag.

"Can I help?" Sam asked, eyeing my bag.

"I'm good." I said quickly, not even considering that he may just want some more alone time with me. He looked a little disappointed before I met his eyes with a wink. There would definitely be a repeat of last night if I had anything to say about it, but I knew if I brought that up now, Dean would be even weirder than he already was, and I didn't imagine that'd be helpful on a case.

"I'm going to get into my FBI gear, you boys meet me out here in fifteen?"

"You got it." Dean said, dramatically saluting me.

"God you're weird." I laughed, my eyes lingering on Sam, before I turned to my motel room.

Skinny slacks, nude heels, low cut blouse, open blazer, and lipstick. I fluffed my hair and stared at myself in the mirror. People always said sex made your skin look ten years younger. That sex makes you glow. Well, fuck, I was definitely glowing. I powdered my cheeks again and met the boys in the parking lot.

"Hey, nerds." I said, hiding behind my aviators.

"Woah, blondie. What's up with the heels. Not exactly easy to hunt in?"

"Dean, clueless as ever." I smiled tapping my heel. "The end is pure silver. Cute and practical." I grinned widely.

"Genius." Sam said. Poor guy had puppy dog eyes.

Poor me, because I was eating it up.

"Where are we headed first?"

"Morgue?"

"To look at the man, or his dead wifey?" I wiggled my eyebrows at the boys.

"She's been dead six months, Frey." Sams eyebrows came together. "I don't think she will be in the morgue."

"Exactly. If she's a Revenant then she won't be in her hole in the ground. So Rock Paper Scissors? Loser has to check the grave site?"

Dean groaned. "I fucking hate this game."

"Boo hoo! Didn't know big brother Winchester was such a cry baby." I teased.

Sam grinned back at me. "I'll bite." He said, holding out his hands to start the game.

"Rock, paper, scissors." The three of us chanted.

Dean groaned. "Fuck me, man."

"No thanks." I grinned. "Guess you've got grave duty, Sam, and I will check out the morgue."

"Cheater." Dean hissed, before he winked at Sam.

I quirked an eyebrow. Maybe he fudged the game so we could go alone together. I smirked. Sucker.

Sam and I went to the morgue, and flashed our badges. "What do you know?" I asked, my heels clicking on the cold floors of the morgue.

"Heart was eaten right out of his chest, and with how the blood is pooling...he was love when it happened." The mortician said, lifting the blanket off of the body. "We suspect an animal attack."

"Hm." Sam said. "Can I see the report?"

"Of course." The man handed him the folder.

I pulled a glove out of my pocket and slid my hand into it. I closely examined the bites. They didn't look like werewolf bites. The heart was gone, but there was something about the teeth marks. They looked almost human.

"Can you give us a second?" I looked up at the mortician sweetly.

He shrugged. "Yeah, I'll go ahead and have a smoke break. Take your time."

The door swung shut behind him.

"There are three other Vic's with the same MO." Sam said, flipping through the chart. "All of their hearts were gone."

"I know what you're thinking," I said slowly, "But keep your mind open."

"Okay. What do you have?"

"I don't think it was a werewolf. I think it was a Ghoul."

Sam raised an eyebrow. "A Ghoul? They don't feed on living flesh."

"Not usually." I said, gesturing for him to come over. "But look at these bites, Sam. These aren't werewolf teeth. There's no clawing... not like what we would usually see, and the neighbor saw his wife. I know they don't usually eat on live flesh, but what if this time they are."

He looked from the corpse up to my face. "Yeah, okay. I'm in. What's our next move?"

"Hunt the motherfucker down." I grinned widely. Maybe having hunting buddies wouldn't be so bad after all.

"Dean, what do you have?" Sam asked, clicking the phone on speaker.

"A whole bag of nothin, Sammy. The body is gone. Fuckin gone, man. Maybe shes a Revenant after all."

Sam and I locked eyes. Maybe this wouldn't be as cut and dry as we thought. I sighed. "Back to square one?"

"Not quite." Sam said slowly. "Meet us back at the motel in twenty, Dean."

"Yeah, sure Sammy. Let me just rebury this grave and skip along back to you. Yeah, fuck off man. You'll see me when you see me." Click.

"Man, he's in a bad mood." I frowned.

Sam shrugged. "He always loses Rock Paper Scissors. He turned toward me with an award winning smile, his dimples poking little craters in his cheek. His smile was infectious, I couldn't help but give in to the tugging at the corner of my own mouth to meet his bright grin with my own.

5 Years Later

"So," I watched at Sam, as I walked backwards in the snow. "What was she like?"

"Who?"

"The girl you lost. Freya, the love of your life." I said dramatically. I didn't know why I wanted to know. Maybe it was his sad puppy dog eyes. Maybe I just wanted to know what kind of girl he was into.

"She was... she was amazing. She was brilliant, fast, strong.. beautiful."

"And you thought I looked like her." I murmured. "That's quite the compliment."

He smiled sadly to himself.

"What else?"

"She was... she was a terrible cook." He laughed, his breath materializing in front of him in a puff of white. " I was always the one cooking, but I didn't really mind. She only knew how to make macaroni and cheese, and even then, the pasta was always undercooked."

"How'd you meet?"

"We were young. In high school, but we were apart for ten years and reconnected... guess we just keep doing that."

"What do you mean?"

"Oh.. nothing." He smiled widely. "Tell me about yourself, Maddie. How long have you lived in New York?"

"My whole life." I said with a wide smile. "I love it."

"You don't have a boyfriend?"

"No." I laughed shaking my head. "Not in the cards. No one has ever felt... right."

Sam nodded knowingly. "I completely get that."

"It's hard to find something worth having."

I didn't realize I'd stopped walking until he was right in front of me, our warm breath mingling together in the cold air. He wiped a snowflake off my cheek gently, like he'd done it a thousand times.

"Hard." He agreed, softly. "But not impossible."

There was an intensity about him that I didn't expect. Maybe he was a poet, or a playwright. They were always coming to the city for their big break. They were tortured souls. There was something behind Sam's eyes that told me he'd seen his fair share of torture already. "Where are you from, Sam?"

"Kansas." He said softly.

I smiled to myself. "Well, Toto, you aren't in Kansas anymore."

He forced a smile, and I took his gloved hand in mine. "Come on, Kansas. No sense in staying out in the snow. Let's go get that Thai. I'm starving."

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Chapter Four

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[asexualzoro]

list of reasons I find zoro ridiculous

after my similarly titled mihawk post took off I decided to make a zoro post, since he’s my second favorite character and also arguably the most ridiculous character in all of One Piece. here we go

- I know what you’re all thinking. i’m gonna open this list with how he wields three swords, right? no. no, Zoro has done so much ridiculous bullshit, this doesn’t even seem weird anymore. i don’t even bat my eye at this. this is nothing. now that i’ve got that out of the way, let’s begin

- this dude has like, an obsession with cutting off his own limbs? and MAYBE i can understand trying to cut his feet off when they were stuck in wax—you’re trying to save your friends, i get it—but what about when he was sword shopping in loguetown? who’s first response when buying a cursed sword and testing if it’s really cursed is “i’ll toss it in the air n see if I get amputated lol.” plus there’s that old filler where luffy gets his finger stuck in a bottle and, when he asks zoro for help getting it out, zoro tries to CUT IT OFF. im convinced he lost that left eye of his bc he got dust or something in it and then tried to stab it out

- there’s like, several occasions where Zoro has been directed to head up a staircase and gone some other direction. it happened in enies lobby and in dressrosa? like, what’s the dude got against stai—... oh, wait

- his reintroduction post timeskip. get on the wrong boat? just cut it in half! who even cares! how’d you even end up on the wrong boat? you had to walk towards that boat, which means looking at the boat. that boat looked nothing like the sunny, wouldn’t zoro have noticed that? he also has to make an effort to climb on, which means, you guessed it, looking at the boat! he probably sees the crew members, maybe even gets helped up by one or a few. how did he not at any point in time notice that wasn’t his boat?

- also when they landed on sabaody the first time and zoro was like “i’m gonna go take a walk!” and both Sanji and Usopp tried to stop him, talking to him like concerned parents of a troublemaking toddler, like “Zoro you can’t go out there you’ll get lost!” to which Zoro replies “yeah but the grottos are numbered, I can find my way back if I just remember the number!” and Sanji and Usopp are like “okay, solid logic, even YOURE not dumb enough to mess that up” and what does Zoro do? what does he fucking do?

- I want to emphasize he messes it up because a bubble covers the 4 in “Grotto 41” so he thinks it’s grotto 1. BUBBLES. ARE. TRANSPARENT

- “sorry, I don’t pray to god” fuckin edgelord

- Zoro’s epithet is “Pirate Hunter” and it’s super lame. he could’ve been “Demon of the East Blue” but they went with pirate hunter, even though he became a pirate. even Chopper’s is better than his lbr

- THERES A SCENE WHERE SANJI THREATENS TO PUT RAZOR BLADES IN ZOROS FOOD N ZOROS LIKE “do it u won’t” SO SANJI DOES AND ZORO JUST EATS THEM? ODA EVEN GOT ASKED ABOUT IT IN AN SBS AND CONFIRMED YES, ZORO DID IN FACT EAT RAZOR BLADES. THIS 2EDGY4U BITCH JUST. STRAIGHT UP. ATE RAZOR BLADES

- in film gold he wears that black jacket under the white one. mind you he had no way of knowing he would be trapped in gold by tesoro or that they’d all have a dramatic coordinated outfit change once he was free so what the fuck was he doing? why did he wear that? who wears two jackets for no reason?

- “if i’m gonna be a statue I want it to be in this pose” “i’m glad I struck a pose”

- remember when zoro fought mr. 1 in alabasta and mr. 1 dropped a stone building on him and he was just like “this is a rocky day” or smth equally awful? i hate him

- the tarzan yell in skypiea

- actually, the goggles too.

- didn’t he try to convince someone he was fighting they were sunglasses bc they had some blinding light-based attack? I feel like he did but I don’t remember skypiea well enough to be sure

- Zoro vs the bird in skypiea. spent a fair amount of the damn arc running around skypiea getting messed w by a bird (which, according to Luffy, was more evolved than Zoro bc it had developed a sense of direction. burned by ur own captain)

- when asked why Zoro was able to speak with a sword in his mouth, oda said “IT’S HIS HEART SPEAKING”

- that colorspread Zoro where he reads a book about weightlifting while balancing a weight on top

- when Zoro fights that masochist guy in film gold (I think his name was dice?) and said some cocky ass one liner after the guy fell unconscious that went something like “What's wrong? Didn't it feel good? Aren't you gonna scream in pleasure?" awful

- Zoro almost gets murdered by Mihawk and then, later that day, tries to take on fishmen underwater. others r like “you cannot handle this, you will literally die” and Zoro doesn’t even care bc Luffy is in trouble

- he was sailing bc he left home to find mihawk and then couldn’t figure out how to get back

- remember that filler where Zoro taught Luffy how to skate but then forgot to teach him how to turn. I love both that this happened and the implication that Zoro is a person who knows how to roller skate and therefore has spent time roller skating. Zoro roller skating backstory when?

- when Zoro was fighting oz, a 500 year old corpse, he licked his sword. now, on top of licking his sword being ridiculous as hell because, listen, there’s NOTHING cool about licking your sword. you just look like a loser. but a sword that just came out of a 500 year old corpse? really? i know it was preserved by the cold and all but there’s no way it didn’t rot at all. that’s a rotted, frozen corpse. Zoro what in the HELL were you thinking. I hope you get sick

- i’m sure it probably wasn’t even the first time he licked his sword in a fight but I will say with absolute confidence he looked like a loser every single time

- I feel like he licked his sword while facing mr 1 but I can’t remember. if he did, that’s honestly iconic. stare down a dude that’s made of swords while licking yours? power move. only decent time to kick your sword

- Zoro, joining Luffy: “if you stand in the way of my dream i’ll kill you!” Zoro, a day later: “of course i’ll carry my captain in this heavy cage on my back to safety. oh this gaping wound in my side? nothing. who cares about bleeding to death, my captain needs me!”

- all those big weights he’s got. all of them.

- especially that time he was lifting weights post thriller bark after barely surviving kuma, still heavily injuries, complaining about how weak he is. buddy...

- that time in drum island where he decided to train by going swimming in the freezing ice-country water, then when he got out he got lost in the snowy mountains until he wandered into a random battle and took out some guy just to steal his coat

- this isn’t the only time he steals some random dude’s coat

- the chimney.

- that filler in smiles lobby where he gets, like, abducted by a bunch of children for a day and integrated into their family?

- Roronoa Zoro went fursuiting in dressrosa and that’s a canon fact you all must acknowledge

- speaking of being a furry anyone remember mugiwara theater?

- THE FUCKING MUGIWARA THEATER NAMES. mugiwara theater is a gift, alright? here’s some: nakamura hanzorou. zobear. ZOROMILK

- I FORGOT TO MENTION. THAT TIME ZORO N USOPP WERE HANDCUFFED TOGETHER AND ZORO TRIED TO CONVINCE USOPP TO PLAY ROCK PAPER SCISSORS WITH HIM TO SEE WHICH ONE OF THEM WOULD HAVE TO CUT THEIR HAND OFF

- also the fact that his logic was “it’ll be fine cuz chopper can just sew it back on”

- can we also talk abt how later that fight he uses Usopp as a sword because holy shit Zoro

- this isn’t technically zoro’s fault but the guy who sold him his sword to him in loguetown has a giant version of bounty image up above his bath, which........

- barto asked for zoro’s autograph and Zoro just wrote “sword”

- the grave of the rumbar pirates was finished right around when Zoro woke up from his coma post thriller bark and Zoro decided to walk over while Brook is sitting there mourning almost everyone he ever loved and just. plops his sword—an inanimate object—in the dirt by the grave of BROOKS ENTIRE CREW like “hey i’m gonna bury this here u don’t mind tho right? cool”

- he’s lucky Brook is such a cool dude cuz if I was mourning the death of MY crew and some fuck decided to plant a rusty sword there i’d just fuckin kill em

- in Zou they were talking abt whatever and Luffy mentioned how Sanji was as strong as one thousand men and Zoro, clearly jealous that Sanji got praised by Luffy, butt in with a stuttery objection on how HE was stronger than Sanji and worth TWO THOUSAND men, which luffy ignored, and Nami had to reassure him that yes, Zoro, we know you’re strong. toddler

- this is also not technically zoro’s fault but one time someone asked oda in an sbs which strawhats would eat ice in their drink and oda answered who would n wouldn’t (Luffy, Chopper, Brook, Usopp, and Robin would, if ur wondering). Zoro was on the wouldn’t list, and some fan sent oda a letter informing him of a panel where Zoro was shown eating ice to disprove this. someone pulled zoro ice eating receipts on oda and that’s a fact we all have to live with

- the first time Zoro meets mihawk—the strongest man in the world, the man he wants to defeat someday, and incredibly powerful and impressive dude—he cries like a baby

- zoro’s been crucified like 4 times now. once in his introduction than in three movies (6, gold, nebulandia). idk why this keeps happening but honestly? keep it up

- when Brook joined the crew, Zoro said he was sorry for Brooks bad luck as if one of the first things Brook ever saw Zoro do wasn’t to try and die for the crew via Giant Paw Ball of Pain

- speaking of, i’m pretty sure half the reason zoro DIDNT die in thriller bark is because if he died via smth as silly as a giant paw ball his injured pride would kill him again

- I was going to make fun of Zoro for wearing only a suit and a fake mustache in dressrosa as a disguise but then I realized, like, given how absolutely shredded Zoro was in Punk Hazard and how that suit somehow managed to squish it all down without zoro ripping the sleeves off? solid disguise

- when merry was burning and everyone’s bawling and remembering great memories on the ship and Zoro was standing there, 100% stoic, remembering a nap

- Zoro saw marines (Garp) coming to Water 7 while Luffy was still unconscious and ran off to warn the others but couldn’t find his way back to the hotel

- that G8 filler where he falls off a cliff in pursuit of his swords

- speaking of fillers, remember that amnesia one? (ha). highlights include Zoro trying to physically fight a small sea horse (plus Usopp doing a bad lip-syncing) and Zoro swimming through the Grand Line with his swords tied to his head by his bandana

- meets a dragon, eats the dragon

- it got mentioned once that Sanji and Nami canonly help Zoro and the other guys get dressed. so every time Zoro wears something absolutely ridiculous (which is often), it’s probably Sanjis doing

- “I can’t believe I cut a freaking booger!!”

- speaking of, remember that time Luffy flicked a booger into Zoro’s drink at the Baratie and Zoro tried to force him to drink it?? remember that?? I hate them both

- that time Zoro was trying to find the Right Eye in Skypiea, said that (though the path to get there was STRAIGHT AHEAD) all he had to do to find the right eye was just keep going right (even though that would just lead him in circles!). and then after that do you know what direction he went?? do you know?? he fucking went left

- the time Zoro got lost walking on a straight path in a filler.

- Zoro lost to a guy in a fight and just fucking let the dude cut him in half. like, yes, the baratie scene was all cool as all hell and I love it but Zoro did in fact basically invite a dude to cut him in half

- when they were hit by negative hollows and everyone else said stuff that was kinda funny but Zoro went straight up “I don’t deserve to exist” please honey talk to someone

- he was fighting Kaku and kept engaging in Kaku’s devil fruit bs and then berating himself for being uncool as if he wasn’t already fighting a giant giraffe

- to end this list, I want to get to Zoro’s absolute worst offense. remember when Zoro fought Kaku and he did that asura form thing? where he straight up grew four extra arms and two extra heads, all wielding swords? what the FUCK was that? and don’t tell me “fighting spirit” alright. that’s bull. people don’t just GROW EXTRA SWORD-WIELDING BODY PARTS because they’re just REALLY INTO a FIGHT. like I know this is One Piece and shit’s ridiculous all this time but this? this is too much. even for One Piece this is too much. this is so ridiculous. there has to be a line, even in One Piece, with what these guys are allowed to get away with. I can accept haki so good you can see the future. I can accept spinning so fast you set your leg on fire. I can accept being made of springs. I can accept booger bombs. I can accept all that and more, but this? this is where i take my stand. Roronoa Zoro cannot keep getting away with this! fighting spirit is just not an explanation. and the worst part? the absolute worst part?

- Zoro makes four extra limbs and two extra heads, all armed with swords, MATERIALIZE out of THIN AIR with absolutely NO REAL EXPLANATION and then pretty much NEVER DOES IT AGAIN! he did it once in sabaody (and once in strong world) and then hasn’t done it since! everyone else uses the power ups they got in enies lobby all the time but Zoro, somewhere out there, knows how fuckin sick this attack is (bc yeah it’s ridiculous as hell but like I still enjoy it) and he just won’t do it again. not once post timeskip has he used it at all. Roronoa Zoro knows what he’s doing and he is out there, right now, laughing

- roronoa zoro is one of my top three favorite one piece characters and I make this list entirely out of love. (feel free to add on more moments I may have missed and i’ll add them)

#One Piece #roronoa zoro #Zoro #im making a tag for these lists and it is: #ridiculous lists #I love this man. hes awful and I love him #I also want you all to know ive had this list in my notes for like a month and ive been adding to it this whole time #roronoa Zoro is a piece of work #my posts

[sincerely-us-imagines]

super cliche sleepover fic that i’ll title later oops

requested by anonymous

this is the first thing i’ve finished in a while, so i apologize if its a little rough!

warnings: swearing, underage drinking, brief mention of awkward adolescent boners

You’ve known Jared since elementary school. You, Jared, and Evan were the best of friends (though Jared’s actions didn’t always reflect that). It was tradition since 5th grade that every other weekend the three of you would have a sleepover, alternating houses every time.

This weekend was supposed to be Evan’s turn to host, but since Heidi was off from work and free of classes Evan decided he wanted to spend some quality time with his mom. It was kind of cute in your opinion, though Jared teased him for “hanging out with his mommy” until you punched him in the arm, effectively shutting him up. It was decided, after a game of rock paper scissors, that the sleepover would be held at Jared’s house this time.

“This is boring.” Jared said around a mouthful of cold pizza.

“We can watch something else?” you suggested, picking up the remote.

“Not the show.” he swallowed. “Just… this.” he gestured vaguely.

“But this is what we always do.” You looked from the Fresh Prince of Bel Air reruns playing on the TV and the box of leftover pizza in the floor between you.

“Exactly!” He paused to take a sip of Coke. “We do this all the time. We should be taking advantage of this opportunity!” You raised your eyebrows at him.

“Come on, Y/N, Evan isn’t here. We should be embracing the freedom; using this opportunity to do something that Evan would never be chill with!”

“Making phone calls?” you joked, though you felt a little bad.

“No.”

“Confronting our fears?”

“No.”

“Making prolonged physical contact?” The words left your mouth before you had a chance to think about how they actually sounded. You couldn’t help the warmth that spread over your cheeks.

“Wow, Y/N, I didn’t know you felt that way about me.” Jared teased, though you could see the tips of his ears turning pink.

“I was going to say,” he continued, “That my parents wouldn’t notice if a little something went missing from the liquor cabinet.” You looked over at him, a devious smile stretching across your lips to match the one on his.

-

“Okay, okay,” you laugh, taking the bottle of Jim Beam from Jared, your hands overlapping, “What’s the most embarrassing thing that’s ever happened to you?” Jared had, after a couple drinks, the bright idea of getting to know new information about each other.

“Oh god.” He slurred, rubbing his hands over his face in an exaggerated manner, “Okay, don’t laugh.” he warned, but you were already a giggling mess.

“I said don’t!” A grin spread over his face in spite of his scolding. You mimed zipping your lips together, but took a drink directly from the bottle immediately after.

“When I was like twelve,” He began, his face bright red. Whether from the memory he was about to share or the alcohol, you didn’t know. “I went to the orthodontist, right? And I’m going through, you know, twelve year old boy things.” he grabbed the bottle from you and took a big swallow before handing it back and continuing. “So the orthodontist comes in and she grabs that fuckin’ bib, you know, that paper towel thing that they clamp around your neck? She does one side, and then leans over to do the other and-- fuck.” he starts laughing, burying his face in his hands.

“C’mon, Jare! You can’t stop now!” You didn’t know where this story was going, but you were laughing nonetheless.

“Okay, okay,” he took a few deep breaths to compose himself before going on. “So she leans over and- I couldn’t help it, okay? I look down and her top was just, really low cut. I didn’t even know what was happening! She sat back up straight and sees what effect that had on me. Then just, she freezes, gets up and fuckin’ walks out! She leaves the room!”

You choke on the mouthful of whiskey, coughing harshly before howling with laughter.

“Oh my god, Jared! What happened after that?”

“They sent a guy dentist back in.” he wiped a tear from the corner of his eye.

“And he just goes on like nothing happened, like he’d always been my orthodontist. I never saw her again.” he shook his head.

It took a good five minutes for you to calm down enough to speak again.

“What about you?” Jared asked, resting his head lazily against his bed, which he was currently leaned back against.

“You were there for it.” You told him, face heating up at the recollection. “Freshman year, when I was wearing that strapless dress?”

“I don’t remember that,” he lied. He definitely remembered that. He’d thought about it every night in the shower for weeks after it happened.

“God,” you groaned. “It was this brand new dress. I loved it. It was long and flowing and it made me feel like a fairy. We were all sitting on the ground in drama class for some fucking reason. It was my turn to do my monologue, so I go to get up but I was standing on the skirt of my dress so when I stood up,” you were thankful you were drunk enough to laugh at the memory, “When I stood up the top of my dress gets pulled down, in front of the entire class.”

“Evan had to leave the room.” Jared added, snickering.

“You said you didn’t remember!” you shrieked, hitting him on the arm.

“Hey, i was trying to get you to talk about it. talking about it helps, Y/N.” You rolled your eyes at him.

“Anyway, I went home after that. Called my mom to come pick me up and spent the rest of the day crying in my room.” The smile slid off Jared’s face.

“I didn’t know that.” he felt bad for using your humiliation as jack-off material as a fourteen-year-old. And then suddenly worse, the more he thought about just how often he thought of you, one of his best friends, when he was having his “personal time”.

“It’s whatever.” you shrug, grinning slightly. “It was years ago.”

“Okay,” he said after a stretch of uncomfortable silence.

“When was your first kiss?” You immediately looked away, chewing your lip uncomfortably.

“You go first.” You snatched the bottle back from him and took a swig. It was almost gone.

“I asked you first.”

“I asked you second.”

“That’s a lame fuckin’ response, Y/N.” he laughed. “But I have nothing to be embarrassed about, so I’ll tell you.” He told you a story about some girl at sleepaway camp when he was fifteen.

You remembered him coming home and bragging to Evan about it, saying he got more action than Evan did that summer. You also remember that was the moment that you simultaneously realized you had a crush on Jared and tried to push it aside and forget about it forever.

“Well?” Jared asked, eyeing you expectantly.

“Well, I’ve never actually, um, kissed anybody” you mumbled.

“What?” You expected Jared to laugh, but he didn’t.

“You would’ve heard about it if i had, Jared.” Neither of you said anything for a few minutes, just passing the bottle back and forth until it was empty.

“Do you want to?” he asked. You watched his hands twisting the cap on and off the bottle anxiously.

“Do I want to what?”

“Kiss somebody.”

“I mean, yeah obviously.”

“Do you want to kiss me?”

You snapped your head up to look him in the eye.

“You- You’re drunk.” you laughed nervously.

“So are you. But that’s not what I asked.” he looked completely serious. You chewed at a bit of dead skin on your lip. It brought a concerning thought to the front of your mind.

“My lips are chapped.” Jared dug around in his pocket for a moment until he pulled out some Chapstick, handing it over to you.

“Ew, Jared, this is warm.” You grimaced but used it anyway. “I won’t be any good at it.” you told him, handing the tube back to him.

“Neither will I. I’ve only done it once.”

“More than I have.” you mumbled.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” his voice was soft.

“No, I-I just...”

“Just?”

“What would it mean? Would it make things weird between us?”

“If it does we can blame it on the alcohol.” he offered a small grin. You licked your lips, tasting the cherry of the borrowed lip balm.

Your palms were sweating slightly, stomach twisting with anxiety. You couldn’t imagine what this would be like sober.

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yes, Jared. I want to kiss you.”

He bit back a grin as he scooted towards you, sitting up on his knees. He placed one hand softly on your cheek. You were strangely relieved to find out that his palms were also somewhat moist.

Gross. Don’t think about that right now.

His other hand moved down to rest on your hip. You suddenly became aware that you didn’t know what to do with your own hands. His lips were on yours before you could mention it. It was clumsy. It was discoordinated. It was a little too wet. But it was good.

Your hand moved on its own accord to the back of his neck, pulling him closer into you. His mouth worked against yours, easier now. You parted your lips, allowing him to slip his tongue into your mouth. You tasted the whiskey on him and imagined he tasted the same thing. Your mind began to wander to why you couldn’t taste the liquor on your own tongue, or why you couldn’t taste your own tongue at all. That’s weird, isn’t it? Or is it not? You’re not supposed to taste your tongue. It isn’t touching itself, so really you couldn’t even--

You were soon brought back into the moment by the grip on your hip tightening. You moved your right hand up to rest on the one cupping your cheek.

He pulled away, looking down at you with a crooked smile. You looked down shyly, unable to help the small grin creeping across your own face.

“That,” Jared cleared his throat. “That wasn’t bad.”

“No,” you shook your head, “It wasn’t.”

You brushed your teeth beside each other in silence, avoiding looking at each other in the bathroom mirror. Jared filled up two dixie cups with water and grabbed a bottle of aspirin before heading back into his room and setting them down on his bedside table.

“Gonna feel like shit in the morning.” he yawned, getting into bed.

“It’ll be worth it.” You said, smile evident in your voice as you climbed in alongside him in favor of the pile of pillows and blankets in the floor you would normally have at a sleepover. You told yourself it was because Evan wasn’t there to be left in the floor alone. Yeah, you’d totally all share a bed if you’d fit, but it would be rude to make one person sleep on the hard floor all by them self while the other two got the bed. That was totally it.

You reached to turn off the lamp beside you before adjusting into a comfortable position. Jared’s arm snaked around your waist, pulling you close against him.

“This okay?” he murmured into the back of your neck.

“Better than okay.” you whispered back, snuggling into his hold.

You didn’t know what this made you, or how it affected your relationship; You could have that awkward discussion in the morning over painkillers and black coffee.

Right now though, with Jared pressed against your back and his warm breath ghosting over your neck in the most soothing way possible, you were content.

#fun fact: the embarrassing moments in here are based off personal experiences of my boyfriend and i #yikes #jared klienman imagine #jared klienman x reader #deh imagine #dear evan hansen imagine #idk why the spacing is fucked up?? #i’ll fix it later

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QUICK REQUEST! PALADINS OF VOLTRON AND LOTOR AND THACE REACTONG TO GETTING STUCK IN THE MIDDLE OF ITS A SMALL WORLD AFTER ALL W/ THEIR S/O BUT THE MUSIC KEEPS PLAYING AND THE RIDE WONT START BACK UP

IMAGINE THE SONG GETS STUCK ON REPEAT. LITERALLY I WANNA DO THIS FOR ALL THE GALRA JUST IMAGINE THESE ENORMOUS, PURPLE, FURRY SPACE CATS THAT KNOW NOTHING BUT MILLENIA OF WAR AND TORMENT, JUST JAMMED IN THESE FUCKGI N TEACUPS, AND THEIR SMOL S/O’S JUST TUCKED INTO THEIR AWKWARDLY BENT LEG, AND THEY’RE HOSTING THE MOST UNAM U S E D FACE WHILE THE TECHNICIAN IS TRYING TO GET THE PASSENGERS OUT OF THEIR CAGE OF EMBARRASSMENT, LET ALONE START THE RIDE BACK UP, AND THEY’RE JUST LIKE “NEVER AGAIN”.

– Ryan

Lance:

• “Fuckin’ rAD”• Has absolutely no qualms being locked in a teacup with his s/o• Now he can be absolutely cheesy• However he’s too busy singing It’s A Small World bc he’s a Disney Fanatic™• Would 10/10 continue to spin the teacup while the ride is stuck• The only one that doesn’t ask for his tickets back bc those 20 minutes of being stuck on the ride was so worth the 2 tickets he had to pay to get on the ride• Will play random games like chopsticks and rock-paper-scissors• “We should do this again sometime, [y/n].”

Pidge:

• Would shout at the technician from across the ride that they suck at fixing the ride• “You’re doing it wrong”• Once the song loops for the fourth time, she doesn’t know what she’s more annoyed at, the fact it took this person averaged 20 minutes to fix the ride• or the fact the song was playing on it’s 5 loop and she’s only got so much patience• But turning to you and seeing the smile on your face as you mumble the words to the song makes her stop a bit and melt• Completely pretends it wasn’t you that calmed her down• Would probably sing along with you (denying it later)• Would use the opportunity to be a little shit• 10/10 makes memes from the experience

Hunk:

• Honestly starts apologizing as if it were his fault• Soft bab wanted you to have a good time on this Disney Date™ and now you’re stuck so far 7 minutes on this ride and is that song playing one more time??• You place your hands on his in the center disk and giggle, assuring him and reassuring him that it’s fine• You take a hold of the disk and you spin it, and Hunk kinda just feels his stomach drop• He’s been doing pretty good without getting sick lately, but to move around in a circle might make him motion sick• So you only spin slow, but you’re giggling, and you’re singing along to the song• And Hunk can only see you bc the world behind him is a blur from the spinning• But it didn’t matter bc you’re all he needs to see and he’s fallen for you just a little more

Keith:

• 10,000% ready to shank a bitch• These kids are screaming• This song is plAY ING NONSTOP• This headache is too much, and you can see the veins in his neck about to burst• Which is when you take his hand in yours and go “it’s not that bad being trapped with me, is it?” and smile as you watch him fluster a bit• He’s a bit flabbergasted and doesn’t really know how to respond bc he feels like he’s just shoving his foot further in his mouth• Then you ask “do you know this song?”• To which Keith sorta mumbles and you lean in, realizing he’s singing the song• And you fuckign glow and sing along, and Keith doesn’t regret a single thing in his life anymore

Shiro:

• Would probably apologize• But is also a bit awkward bc his knees are bent trying to fit in the teacup, and his hands are too big for the disk in the center• He’s trying to keep up conversation, planning what to do next with you, and the music doesn’t really phase him, it’s much like white noise• But it’s all you can focus on, and you find yourself zoning out while you sway and mouth the words• “[y/n]?” He looks at you, waving his hand in front of your face• “[y/n].” He says a bit more stern, and you snap out of it with a blush and apologize• He chuckles before shaking his head, “it’s okay, no need to apologize” and sings a bit of the song with you• He takes your hand in his, feeling much younger, his heart beating as he enjoys the company of his s/o with him, singing as song from their childhood, being stuck together on this ride• He could get used to this

Lotor:

• He was against this from the start• This strange contraption was rigged and he called it as soon as the ride broke down• He’s grumbling and taking it out on the teacup• The ride conductor had to tell Lotor numerous times to calm down• “This was a horrid idea anyway.”• Of course being the only one that can handle Lotor like this, you drag his focus to something else• “You hear this song playing? It was around since the beginning of this park.”• Intrigued, you tell him a bit more about this place, and seeing the wonder in your eyes and hearing it in your voice, he decides to be a bit more open minded about it• Suddenly he’s not complaining about it as much anymore, and you giggle, knowing that he’s a lot softer than he’ll let on, and you take his hand, teaching him the lyrics

Thace:

• *Does n o t fit*• “Who let this large, spicy cat on the ride?”• “Who let this fluffy, scary, werepanther in the amusement park?”• His legs are probably hanging outside the teacup, and you’re like tucked into the crevice of his knee or something, but he’s keeping you safe bc *this ride isn’t safe, I don’t trust the conductor*• He’s new to the environment, so he didn’t think there was anything wrong when the ride stopped, but you’re like “no, it’s broke”• And since you can’t move unless the door opens and lets you out, you’re stuck there• “What’s this song that’s playing?”• And that’s when Thace regrets everything• But when the song replays on it’s loop, you sing it to him, and he thinks, maybe this “Disney World” isn’t as bad a place, especially if you look this happy, and you’ll sing to him unprovoked

#Long post #Keith #Shiro #Lance #Hunk #Pidge #Lotor #Thace #Keith x reader #Shiro x reader #Lance x reader #Hunk x reader #Pidge x reader #Lotor x reader #Prince Lotor x reader #Thace x reader #Keith headcanons #Shiro headcanons #Lance headcanons #Hunk headcanons #Pidge headcanons #Lotor headcanons #Prince Lotor headcanons #Thace headcanons #Headcanons

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Rock, Paper, Scissors

read it on AO3 at http://ift.tt/2u5JMhi by Squidnay

by Squidnay

It's been 3 years since they all graduated and Class 1A had decided to have monthly hang-outs to keep in touch.

"Excuse me but are you the famous hero Ground Zero? Because that ass is explosive." "HA! You're Fuckin lucky that this is my favorite drink Princess or I'd murder you on the spot! Fuckin saying some creepy ass shit like that to me." Bakugou grumbles as a slight blush darkens his cheeks. Shoto had spent enough time with him to know that really bad pick up lines and puns are something of a weakness they both share.

Also known as The fic where Deku is the number one hero, Kacchan has a major inferiority complex and Shoto's got daddy issues.

Words: 7928, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M, Multi

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki, Todoroki Shouto, Kirishima Eijirou, Uraraka Ochako, Iida Tenya, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor, Toogata Mirio, Yaoyorozu Momo, Class 1-A (My Hero Academia), Todoroki Shouto's Siblings

Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto

Additional Tags: Aged-Up Character(s), Cussing, Bakugou Katsuki Swears A Lot, Fluff and Smut, Shameless Smut

read it on AO3 at http://ift.tt/2u5JMhi

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Comfort Jang Style- a gift for not-that-max!

@not-that-max i hope you like it!

The Jang almost never agreed on anything. Stephen’s favorite chips were cheesy, while RJ liked barbecue, Johnny liked the spicy cheese puffs, and Ollie preferred the classic potato chips. While they were all on the consensus that R-rated movies were the best kind of movies, there was an ongoing discourse about the best genre. Team horror, Stephen and Ollie, waged war against Team Action. (This usually ended with pillows strewn over the room, and a tense treaty being formed in their midst. Their go-to agreement was alternating genres, with the winner of a two-out-of three game of rock-paper-scissors choosing the genre of the first to be watched.)

There were two things off of the top of their heads that any member of the Jang could agree on, though. One: friendship fusion was a sacred art. Two: never keep secrets from each other.

Johnny was most definitely breaking rule two. He had been acting strange ever since P.E., but it was hard to tell the real source of Johnny’s secret- Jeff’s speech or the strange look that had crossed his face when watching Puckett leave the gym.

Ollie was convinced it was the former. RJ, the latter.

“Y’see, Johnny’s probably jus’ feeling bad about what happened with Jeff, whole speech thing really seemed to get to him.” At RJ’s shrug, Ollie added, “I know I said that before. But it makes more sense than him getting freaked out by Puckett’s back. Kid’s weird, but I patted him down at lunch. Nothin’ unusual there.”

“Stephen might figure something out,” RJ whispers back, glancing at Johnny. Their slogs ahead, hands in his pockets and eyes glaring at the ground. His good mood from lunch wore off hours ago.

“Yeah, maybe, but like… the speech’s prob’ly a lot more likely.”

“But what about my picture? And the lightning legs? And there was no way Jeff was normal at gym.” They frown at Ollie. “We already know Puckett’s weird, and Dmitri somehow survived what broke Puckett’s arm without anything. This is Stephen’s thing.”

“Yeah, like… I guess. But I didn’t see no lightning legs.”

“That doesn’t explain the picture.”

Ollie heaves a sigh and kicks a stone. “Yeah, we are in some weird freaky stuff.”

RJ nods seriously.

“Let’s go run this by Stephen.”

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Stephen was doing surprisingly well for a suspended kid. Not even his parents could keep the kid down- he had a knack for not just sneaking and swiping, but the escape of unjust imprisonment.

The tree by his window helped. Which was, by coincidence, the way Johnny, Ollie, and RJ snuck into his room. It was only by RJ’s technological skill that they managed to give Stephen the rundown via text- this wasn’t something they wanted Johnny to overhear yet. This required a delicacy that the three of them had only slightly more of than their leader.

Stephen decided to initiate the conversation by way of dropping a tinfoil hat on Johnny. It propped strangely on his gelled hair.

“It’s gonna need more foil,” Stephen immediately declares. “Your hair’s too cool.”

Johnny grunts and adjusts it. “Pff, no way. It’s flamin’. We gotta make sure it doesn’t melt the tin.”

“I still can’t get my hands on that fireproofing stuff.”

“I think the corner store gots it.” Johnny stands up and heads for the window, but Ollie grabs his shoulder.

“Johnny, what’s buggin’ you?” He finally grunts.

Johnny ducks Ollie’s hand. “I told ya, it’s nothin’.”

Stephen leans forward with a deep frown. “Can you not tell us?” He demands. “Blink twice for yes, once for no.”

“I’m not bein’ mind controlled! Tin hat, remember?”

“Then why are you keeping secrets from us, Johnny” RJ asks.

He looks to the side. “It’s… not that…?”

“You’re a horrible liar.”

He groans and flops on the bed. “I jus’ don’ know what the punch is goin’ on!”

“Well we can’t if you don’t talk to us!” Stephen says. “We can figure it out. People always need to work together to uncover secrets. Like the floating guys! And the lightnin’ legs!”

“...ugh, fine. I saw somethin’ weird on Puckett’s arm.” Stephen's breath hitches, and he leans closer. “It was like, the siza ‘a two baseballs mashed together.” He mimes the crushing motion with both hands. “And two really glowy white eyes, super round. It was like, purple-y, and was lettin’ pff purple steam or somethin’, and it had little tentacles! An’ it was on Puckett’s broken arm!”

Stephen sits back, eyes wide. “Good gods.”

“You gotta idea?” Ollie asks.

“No! But this, this is huge, this is an entirely new secret that’s bein’ covered up!” He waves his hands wildly in the air. “Everythin’ leads back to Puckett! None ‘a this stuff started happenin’ until he showed up!”

Johnny grunts. “I dunno. Maybe it’s my fault. Weird stuff only started happenin’ when I picked on ‘im. Maybe it’s that carman-whatsit.”

Ollie lifts an eyebrow. “...ya mean karma?”

“Yeah!”

“I don’t think karma works like that.”

“Eh, yer prob’ly right.

He sits beside Johnny. “Is that all’s bugging you?” When Johnny avoids looking at him, he sighs. “Look, if this’s about Jeff-”

“You ‘n RJ coulda gotten hurt.”

“Johnny…”

“Don’t Johnny me!” He props himself up on an elbow. “You coulda an’ woulda gotten hurt! It’s what he was aimin’ for!”

“No we wouldn’t have.”

“Yeah you would!”

“No way.”

“Yes way!”

“No way.”

“Yes way!”

“No way.”

“Yes wa- mm!” Johnny is cut off by Ollie slapping his very large hand over Johnny’s mouth.

“No way. We were never in danger, cuz we had you protecting us.” Ollie quickly removes his hand before Johnny can lick it.

Johnny, slightly disappointed, puts his tongue back in his mouth. “But what if I didn’t?”

“Well you did. If Dmitri hadn’t jumped in, you woulda kept us safe. We trust you, Johnny.”

“We’ll follow you anywhere,” RJ says.

Johnny lays there in silence for a moment before grinning. This time, it seems like himself. “Ya know what? You guys’re totally right! I had that thing totally under CONTROL!”

Ollie huffs. “Yeah, totally did.”

“Yeah!”

“YEAH!” Stephen punches the sky with both fists. “So how ‘bout some video games?”

“Thought you’d never ask, boyo.” Johnny flips over onto his stomach and pops open a bag of cheese puffs.

And everything is as it should be once more.

Until Johnny opens his mouth to have another snack, burps, and out comes a jet of flame.

Then everyone freaks out.

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Hope you enjoyed it, Max! Thanks again for the art, I fuckin love it

#paranatural #fic #writing #jang #not that max