#but mostly i remember clapping super loud and thinking about how happy and proud of and for him i was

[thefanficmonster]

Few Too Many

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Swearing, In-game violence and death, Suggestive comments

Genre: Protective fluff, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Jealousy is a dangerous thing, especially when the jealous person is armed with a gun....in a game of Counter Strike. At least Y/N’s friend will now know not to mess around and flirt with her, especially not with Corpse around.

Requested by 🐐 Anon. Hi dear! Thank you so much for your request! Sorry it’s taken me so long to complete and post your request but here it finally is! I didn’t want to make it IRL violence to avoid triggering anyone while I also felt it’d be very ooc for Corpse to beat someone up but I still hope you enjoy the fic if you come across it and read it! Love, Vy ❤

“Hey everyone!“ Y/N greets her squad as they all customize their characters while I sit there, observing and unknowing of what I’m supposed to do. “I invited Corpse to play with us today, hope y’all don’t mind.”

“Of course not! Nice to finally meet you, Corpse. We’ve heard a ton about you from Y/N, thanks for making our girl the happiest she’s ever been.“ One of her friends says, the tone of his voice suggesting he’s only half-joking with the dad like comment he made.

“Nice to meet you too, man. Glad I’m the one she gave the chance of making her happy. That’s all I ever wanna do.“ Though it may sound cheesy, as guys, her friends can probably read into how genuinely I mean what I’ve said.

Dating a girl with only guy friends has it’s pros and cons. Which outweigh which is still up for debate since I’m still researching, but so far so good in my opinion. This is the first time I’m interacting with them directly so I’ve still got a long way to go in terms of getting to know them and the details of their relationship with Y/N better. Regardless, I at least know they can easily understand me and put themselves in my shoes if I ever ‘mess things up’ with Y/N and she goes to complain to them - something that will most likely never happen. I’d never dare make this girl upset. Chances are, if I do, her friends won’t get to me on time - I would deliver my own punishment just the way I think I deserve it. However, there’s also the chance of them getting super protective of her and ganging up on me over something as small as a fight. By the many things and stories Y/N’s shared with me about them, I believe they wouldn’t think twice about kicking someone’s ass for her. They’re not massive dudes - I’ve seen pictures of them - but I for one don’t ever wanna see em angry.

“Ay bro, what’d you do to score our best girl? You must know what she likes. If so please, by all means, do tell.“ One of them, not the one who was previously talking, speaks up, his words making me furrow my brows in both confusion and irritation.

I open my mouth to complain as I slowly start cracking my knuckles when Y/N and her friends beat me to it. Thing is, Y/N’s friend group consists of three guys and her and yet four voices scolded the guy that made that suggestive comment. That being said, this guy probably isn’t considered to be one of her friends, at least not one that’s a permanent part of her friend group.

“Seth, cut it out!“ The guy I was previously speaking to says sharply before softening his tone to refer to me, “Sorry about my brother, excuse his lack of brain cells, please.“

Just then, I also receive a message from someone. Checking my phone, turns out it’s Y/N who by the way is currently in the living room while I’m in the recording room. Her text reads:

Y/N ~ Ignore Seth. I told Leo to not invite him but he’s still here somehow

I send her back a quick reassuring text before answering the guy I now know is named Leo, “No worries, it’s fine.”

“See? The guy can take a joke, you’re all just freaking out over nothing!“ Seth laughs, reminding me and the others of how loud he is compared to us.

Despite acting like it’s no big deal, I can’t help but admit to myself that this behavior of Seth’s has awoken a deeply buried suspicion of mine that’s not only mine but also arises in every guy whose girlfriend hangs out with a lot of guys. It’s not that I don’t trust Y/N - she could literally blindfold me and tell me to walk through a pool of lava, promising it wouldn’t hurt and I’d do it - but we all know about that saying that every guy in a group with one girl has liked said girl at least once.

Disturbing to think these four, including Seth five, dudes could’ve possibly been my competition at some point. It’s nice that they’re all super chill about it, mostly cause some of them have girlfriends as I was told.

Nevertheless, we get over that hiccup and carry on with the small talk and preparations for the game. Since it’s my first time playing CSGO, Y/N, Leo and her other friend Clancy explain the mechanics to me in detail to avoid me getting confused mid-game and getting myself killed. When they finish, we start the round and wait for the game’s algorithm to separate us into two teams which Y/N jokingly refers to as cops and robbers. Unfortunately, the end result of that separation ends up being me getting put in the terrorists’ force with Leo and Clancy while Y/N’s with the FBI, partnered with Seth and her other friend Evan.

“Alright, team, we shall now disperse. Corpse, remember, if you see more than one of them, radio in and lay low, we’ll be with you as soon as possible.“ Leo informs me as he runs off in one direction, Clancy going in the opposite. I confirm I understand and go along my way too, heading for this ancient looking structure that looks like it could belong in an old-timey movie. 

Walking in, I realize the place is way bigger than it appeared on the outside. A quick look up confirms that there are three fucking floors above, not to mention that the ground floor is huge. Luckily, there are many crates and barrels to hide behind if I come across an FBI agent. I sure as hell hope it’s Y/N, I could maybe even try talking her into giving me a second chance at life and pretend she never saw me. Come to think of it though, I’d probably prefer getting killed by her rather than her friends - especially Seth.

Given that we’re in a Discord call, I can hear all the conversation going on. They are all quiet though, I can just periodically hear the mumbles of someone muttering to themselves as they navigate the map cautiously out of fear of running into their opponent unprepared. The silence is put to an end though when Seth speaks up, addressing Y/N.

“Yo, your boyfriend’s with the terrorists, ain’t he? That’s like the universe giving you a sign that y’all shouldn’t be together.“ The fucker laughs at his own joke while I can literally hear Y/N rolling her eyes.

“Have you heard of Romeo and Juliet, Seth?“ She asks sarcastically, almost getting a chuckle out of me but I suppress it to avoid getting caught listening in.

“Yeah, they both die at the end. Fucking boooriiinngg.“ Just then, I spot two silhouettes entering the building. Aiming my gun at them reveals their names - just the people I’m currently involuntarily eavesdropping on. Seth and Y/N don’t notice me though so I quickly duck behind a crate and prepare to radio in when Seth continues verbally torturing Y/N and dancing on my last nerves, “I personally think the friends-to-lovers trope is far more interesting...“

Did this guy just- no, he’s gotta be fucking kidding me

I’m left with my jaw hanging in disbelief at this guy’s audacity. I have no doubt Y/N’s about to put him in his place herself but I just gotta have my own chat with this guy. And by ‘chat’ I mean I mindlessly rush out from behind the crate towards where I saw him and Y/N and open fire on him.  I hear his startled and upset screams with Y/N’s laughter in the background. She doesn’t try to stop me as a teammate of his should and would, instead she just observes the scene unfold, laughing her ass off.

“Yo man what the fuck was that for?!“ I hear Seth’s yell but only faintly since the sound of gunshots is still echoing through my headphones. Yeah, I’m not done shooting this fucker.

“Corpse...Corpse, buddy...“ Y/N manages through fits of laughter she cannot tame, “That’s a few too many bullets, he’s already dead.”

“And that was a few too many comments for him to be let off the hook.” I answer as sharply as I can with the new-formed smile on my face. What can I say, her happiness is contagious.

“Well, you got your first kill in CSGO. Good job, babe! I’m super proud of you!” She cheers for me, clapping her hands excitedly. 

“Nah that was my first overkill.“ I quickly add, with a more threatening tone: “And it won’t be my last.”

“Let’s just hope there aren’t few too many of these overkills either.“ She snickers.

“That doesn’t depend on me, babe.“ I say smugly, suggestively enough for Seth to pick up the dropped hint. Mother fucker’s officially been put in his place and I couldn’t possibly be happier - with the added bonus of getting a ton of laughter out of Y/N who also decides to walk away, leaving me unharmed but promising to shoot to kill next time she sees me.

I’m ok with that. She could kill me anyday.

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[jikyuz]

♡ treasure reaction: having an idol s/o ♡

“hiii <33 do you think you could do a headcannon where the boys have an idol s/o? like how they’d react to their s/o comebacks or small interactions on camera? i’m sorry if i’m not being specific :’)) but i love your writing,, keep up the good work <33” - anon

a/n: no need to be sorry! i don’t mind broad requests because it gives me a lot of creative freedom which i like ^^ also feel free to go check out my other idol s/o request here! - bee

♡ hyunsuk ♡

ready to hype you up every step of the way

if he’s free he goes to practice with you to watch you prepare for your next comeback

will help with lyric writing/producing if you do that

understands how hard it is and will be your rock

supports you with everything

if you’re on the same show/on camera at the same time

besides the occasional side glance i don’t think he would interact with you more than a normal amount

he’s the leader and doesn’t want rumors or anything to hurt treasure

so he would be very careful with that

but definitely sits with you while you get your makeup/hair done backstage because he’s happy that he can spend some more time with you

brags about you to his members while he watches your new mv

“woahhh look at them!! that’s my baby!!”

♡ jihoon ♡

as i said in my previous idol s/o reaction: the Proudest Boyfriend Ever

also a very protective boyfriend

all his other idol friends not in treasure know you’re his partner

you have to remind jihoon not to spoil anything about your comeback to his friends because he Will brag about you

wants to know all the details of your comeback and watch your dance practices

when he can he brings you (and your members) lunch/snacks to make sure you’re eating well

if you guys promote at the same time he will absolutely visit you backstage to wish you luck/give you good luck kisses

the makeup artists scold jihoon for kissing you and messing up your lip tint

but they think yall are the cutest so they don’t scold him too much

is very very subtle with interactions on camera

a lot like hyunsuk, since he’s a leader he doesn’t want to jeopardize the groups career/your career over rumors

but he also loves you so much so he would smile fondly at you and clap loudly for you

♡ junkyu ♡

again, as i said before, knows your dances front to back

is your hype man but moreso hypes you up when you need it

like yea he’s super supportive

but if you ever say you’re worried/upset about something

he turns on the hype switch

“babyyyy you’re the best! don’t doubt yourself!” *points to your dance practice video* “look at you! you did so well!”

texts you before you go on stage/go to a filming for something wishing you luck and that he’ll be watching and cheering from the dorm

so shy with interactions

if you’re on the same show junkyu won’t do anything that’s considered ‘too much’

but if your group is included in a random play dance or something

junkyu will go All Out

think junkyu dancing to cl’s ‘baddest female’ 

absolutely embodies the feel of your dance because he’s watched you practice it so many times

♡ yoshi ♡

probably one of the shyest/least likely to interact with you on camera

smiles and claps for you but doesn’t do much else

if you guys promote at the same time he’ll visit you in your waiting room for a moment to steal a quick kiss and then dart back to his room

while you perform yoshi just sits in the makeup chair with his eyes glued to the screen

smiles when you show up

the members tease him about his glazed over look he gets when he watches you perform

gushes about you to the members after your stage is done though

“did you see how they were center for the dance break?!”

if you compose/write lyrics he would love to just spend quality time with you in the studio

even if he’s just laying on the couch watching you work

he really values quality time so he would love to visit you in the studio and bring you lunch/dinner

knows only your lyrics to your songs

he loves your songs and hypes you up when you have a comeback

but he just loves listening to you and ends up just remembering your parts

♡ jaehyuk ♡

the Most Supportive Boyfriend

brings you and your members snacks/food during practice when he can

is really good friends with your members as well

every time you have a comeback he brings you flowers and sends flowers to music shows for your comeback stages

if you guys promote at the same time he will visit you in the waiting room and wish you luck

makes sure you’re eating well/enough

if you ever say you’re dieting jaehyuk will Hate It

“no you don’t need to! you’re perfect the way you are!”

when you get your first win jaehyuk absolutely cries

unless he’s on the stage promoting as well then he fights so hard to hold back and just smiles really widely/claps

but if he’s at home watching on the tv then he bawls

“i’m so proud of you, sunshine.”

if you stay late at the company to practice/produce/etc then jaehyuk joins you

because he wants to make sure you get some rest eventually

also because he likes spending time with you and watching you practice

♡ asahi ♡

the silent type of supportive boyfriend

when you have your comeback he will watch it over and over, smiling when you appear on screen

has your songs on repeat in the practice room and screams the lyrics/dances nonstop

when your concept photos come out he shows all the members with a big smile on his face

during your promotions asahi always texts you and reminds you to drink water/take a nap when you can/that you’ve going to great

always ends those texts with a heart

no rumors of you two ever come out because asahi is his normal quiet self during broadcasts/recordings

if you’re ever on camera together then he would just act normal

he’s mostly the silent supportive type but there are definitely exceptions to that

if you’re promoting at the same time, asahi will go to any tv he can in the waiting room just to watch your stage

does the fanchants..... very loudly and cheers loudly when it’s your part

also if you ever do a solo stage/cover/song then asahi is gonna blast it at 100 volume in the dorm and go wild

♡ mashiho ♡

Hype Man!!!!!!!

he would have all your albums on his shelf and if he could he would have one of your photocards in his phone case

knows all the dances to all your songs, all the fanchants and lyrics

probably one of the ones to interact with you the Most on camera

if you’re on the same variety show together he will laugh at everything you say, clap and smile at you

during music shows at the end when all the groups are together he would absolutely stare at you with a smile on his face

shared smiles and knowing glances from the other members of your group/treasure

when asked his ideal type he describes you

loves to visit you in the waiting room 

brings you food/snacks during practice, especially if you tell him you hadn’t eaten yet that day

whenever he can he visits you to see how practice is going

will help you with dance moves or help you learn cover dances

tries to teach you treasure choreo 

♡ yedam ♡

streams your comeback whenever he can

during breaks in filming stuff he has his phone in his hand and your mv on repeat

shows all the members the mv and points you out even if you’re at the back

wants to do a cover with you so badly because he thinks your voices would go well together

eventually you do a collab at an awards show and yedam is the Happiest Boy Alive

during variety shows or other broadcasts on camera he’s really professional

is able to separate his private life and his career pretty well 

plus he gives you plenty of affection backstage/when the cameras are off

knows all the lyrics to your songs and goes to you to learn the dance

when he can he likes to make you cute lil lunch bags for you and your other members to eat

buys you matching necklaces that neither of you take off so that when you’re on stage or recording something you can always remember him

“so i’m always close to your heart and you’re close to mine!”

♡ doyoung ♡

doesn’t interact with you on camera, at least not past the normal regular interactions

helps you out with dancing all the time

you need help with a dance cover? doyoung will help. 

having trouble with a move in your own choreo? he’s got it

likes to visit you when he gets out of practice because “seeing you is better than sleep”

gets so excited every time you have a comeback

like you would think he was part of the group with how hyped he gets

when your teasers drop he sends them to all the members on kakao and keyboard smashes in korean

is good friends with your members

hypes up your members as well but not as much as he hypes you up

knows the dance to all your songs and is the Resident Master when your songs come on random play dance

depending on when you/him go to practice, he will bring you and the other members coffee and a small snack so he knows you are eating

♡ haruto ♡

despite ruto being young, i think he’s pretty shameless when it comes to interactions on camera

like during a variety show if you show off a talent and the hosts ask ruto what he thinks, even if he’s seen you do it before, he stares with his mouth wide open

“wow, they’re really good”

but he’s also careful not to overdo it

if he visits you during practice he hypes tf out of you

yells so loud when you’re the center that it’s hard to hear the music

also hypes you up in the waiting room as well

kisses your forehead (much to the annoyance of the makeup artists lol) and takes pictures for you for instagram/twitter

“you’re gonna rock it, hun!” 

will be your Biggest Fan and will talk about your comeback/mv/concept photos to the members whenever he can

they even recorded him talking about you and sent it to you which you found adorable

♡ jeongwoo ♡

Hype Man!!!

absolutely cries when you get your first win because he’s so happy for you

sends you flowers whenever you get first place on a music show

though he’s your hype man, i think if you guys are on the same show together he might be a bit shy

like he is shameless when you aren’t there, he dances to your songs on tmap or whatever

and sings at the top of his lungs in the dorm when you have your comeback

but if you’re together on a show then jeongwoo tones it down because he knows how much rumors can hurt you/him

out of all the members, probably talks the most about you around the dorm/at practice

“have you seen their concept photos? their mv teaser? i have to be up at midnight for the music video release!”

plays your song whenever and wherever he can

has all your albums because he wants to support you however he can

♡ junghwan ♡

oh this cute babie

a lot like doyoung with interactions, is really shy when he’s with you on camera but maintains being professional

after you have a comeback junghwan will call you at 12:01 and tell you all the things he liked about the mv in specific detail

“the effects in the background when you showed up were so pretty! your makeup was so good! this dance looks really hard”

if you guys promote at the same time junghwan might try and visit you

but if he doesn’t then he texts you wishing you good luck

when you perform junghwan has all his attention on you

his mouth kinda falls open when he sees all of the cool effects and makeup and everything

blasts your songs at Full Volume in the practice room

excitedly talks to the members about your new comeback

makes them watch all the variety shows you are on

the cutest supportive bf ever >_<

[not-so-mundane-after-all]

Hand-holding, 5, Gar and Conner

Fandom: DC Titans

Title: Can't Stop The Feeling

Pairings/Relationships: Garfield Logan & Conner Kent, Core Four

Summary: Conner has no clue about dancing. So Gar tries to teach him.

Hand-holding | 5. Platonic hand-holding, Gar & Conner - for @books-life-death

REQUESTS CLOSED (for now)

also tagging my bestie @undertheknightwing because it's ya boy Gar so you should be notified

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I got this feeling inside my bones.

"It goes electric, wavy when I turn it on!" Gar sang happily to the tune on the radio, not giving a damn that he's totally off key. He's been playing around in the kitchen for about an hour now and he had it all for himself, so he decided to test his culinary skills and prepare a feast.

Him and Rachel finally got Dick and Kory to get out for a date night and with other team members also spending their own free evening elsewhere, the Tower was mostly empty. When the two lovebirds finally left (or more like got kicked out because the two teenagers basically had to push their dramatically worried asses into the elevator, dodging questions and reminders like bullets) Gar asked Rachel if she'd like to help him in the kitchen but she had a slightly different idea for celebrating their victory - she locked herself in her bedroom with her pencils and brushes and got to work on another art masterpiece.

But he didn't mind working alone - it gave him more space to experiment.

He turned up the volume on the radio, singing along with Justin Timberlake and headed to the fridge, sliding on the polished wooden floor in his bright green socks. Stacking up things he needed in his arms he swayed his hips to the beat and smiled remembering how back at the Doom Manor he often caught Larry dancing while cooking. He balanced the tower of ingredients in his arms, holding the tip of it with his chin as he waltzed to the kitchen island.

"Nothing I can see but you when you dance, dance, dance…" he kept singing out loud as he chopped and cut vegetables and put them in the biggest pot he could find.

He twirled and jumped around the counter, busting moves and screaming the lyrics at the top of his lungs, completely lost in the music. He grabbed the chopping board and swung his arm over it, playing a riff on the invisible guitar and the crowd in his mind screamed.

"What are you doing?"

These four words worked on him like a hammer shattering glass - the happy illusion fell apart and Gar found himself awkwardly standing in front of Conner, who was staring at him baffled with his round eyes. "I didn't know cooking was…" he paused to find the right words, "physically demanding." He looked down at the almost empty bowl of popcorn in his arms and frowned. "I guess I've been doing it wrong."

When the initial shock faded, Gar chuckled and put his imaginary instrument away.

"This is not cooking," he said, shooting him a crooked grin. "It's dancing."

"Dancing?" the boy's face twisted, brows furrowing in something between confusion and focus. "I- I think I know what this is but I don't really… get it."

"It's easy," Gar shrugged. "You hear the song on the radio? All you need to do is move. You gotta feel the rhythm, man!" he outstretched his arms as he spoke and demonstrated a perfect (in his opinion) arm wave.

Unfortunately that didn't make Conner look any less clueless.

"Feel the… rhythm?"

Gar's arms dropped to his sides and his shoulders slumped when he let out a sigh.

"C'mon, let me show you."

He walked up to his friend and reached out his hands in offering. Conner glanced down at them, then back at Gar's encouraging face grinning at him and slowly, a bit hesitantly laid down his palms on top of Gar's. The green haired boy's fingers wrapped around his and then he pulled Conner into the open space between the kitchen and the lounge.

"It's easy, Conner!" he laughed, spinning them both around. "Listen to the beat!"

He tapped his foot onto the wooden floorboards, showing the other boy how his body moved in tune with the music, hitting every note perfectly in time. Gar started swinging his arms, swaying his hips, nodded his head to the rhythm as his legs stepped one way or the other.

"Got this feeling in my body!!!" he belted out as he spun Conner around and watched with a smile as his friend tried to mimic his moves, at first a bit sloppy and awkward, but getting better with each passing second.

"I think I got this!" Conner's high pitched excited voice rang over the song and Gar nodded in agreement.

"You got it, dude!"

As the last note of the tune played out and the melodic ooohhh faded into silence, Gar and Conner ended their little performance with their hands clasped high in the air, facing the windows with the biggest smiles on their faces as if the entire San Francisco was their audience. In Gar's mind the city lights glowing in the black of night were thousands of lighted up phones and glowsticks and the wind howling outside was the crowd screaming his name. The two boys looked at each other, grinning like idiots as they both tried to catch their breath - or as Gar did, because Conner with his super-everything didn’t even break a sweat.

The sound of slow, almost obnoxious clapping broke their little bubble of imagination and the two whipped around, startled, only to find Rachel standing by the breakfast table with a smirk on her face.

"That was… something." she said, crossing her arms over her chest, her eyes darting from one surprised face to the other.

"How… How long were you standing there?" Gar's voice sounded tight even for his own ears. He felt his cheeks slightly blushing in embarrassment as he scratched the back of his neck.

"Long enough to enjoy the show."

Something in her tone, that mischievous spark in her eyes told Gar she did more than just ‘enjoy the show’ and his gaze dropped to her left hand, catching the tip of her phone hidden underneath her arm. There was no doubt a high quality blackmail material was there and they both knew it. Their eyes met as Gar tried to find something in her gaze that would tell him he's wrong but Rachel only held her chin up and slid her phone in the back pocket of her black jeans, not even bothering to hide it anymore. It was a clear challenge and a warning, both in one sharp gaze and a smug smile.

Conner, oblivious to the silent game the two siblings were playing, smiled at her and happily announced.

"Gar was teaching me how to dance!"

He shook their joined hands for emphasis. Rachel laughed.

"I can see that. Was he a good teacher?"

"I think so," the boy replied and let go of Gar's hand, then outstretched his arms to the sides like Gar did earlier. "I mean, I think I got this now."

His arm wave was… not good to say the least, but the proud look on his face filled Gar's heart with warmth. He walked over to his friend and patted his shoulder.

"You're a fast learner."

Rachel smiled at the two for a bit longer then turned towards the kitchen.

"Well, I came here to get some coffee." she said, walking slowly to the coffee pot and pouring the drink to her favorite mug. She eyed the mess on the counter on her way back, peering into the pot then stealing a piece of tomato. Gar held up his finger, about to say something but she only smirked at him and threw it into her mouth.

She stopped right next to him though, leaned in close to his face and whispered.

"Dick and Kory were very impressed."

As if to confirm her words, her phone let out a quiet ding and her smirk grew even wider. She reached for it and opened the message in front of him. It was a picture of the pair, both glammed up and pretty in some fancy restaurant. The table was set with flowers, candles, some expensive cuisine and a bottle of wine cooling in a bucket full of ice. But what Gar's eyes focused on the most was Dick's goofy smile, Kory trying to quiet down a giggle and their thumbs up in the air.

His face drained of all the color.

They are never gonna let him live it down. Like ever.

[fandom-sheep]

MCC 24 JUL 21

Green Guardians and Pink Parrots Part 1/2

Alright I’m finally back! I’m only half watching while I clean my room but it’s fine.

I’m watching Fundy’s POV on my main screen and Ranboo’s on my phone where I’m typing this.

Ranboo pre game stream let’s gooo.

I’m so very entertained by the background Tubbo noises.

He’s so happy. I don’t know if I have it in my to watch Fundy’s POV even though I’m cheering for the Green Guardians.

Sands of time. Let’s go!

We are going to hear these boys in each other’s backgrounds.

This has “mom can we play Minecraft at our sleepover” vibe.

Phil’s streaming. Where is the fox boy…

Boys trying to out noise each other.

Please tell over to tubbo about how loud he is being. It would be funny.

It’s so much fun watching this boy achieve his goals. I love watching people achieve their goals.

Actual MCC server!!!

Good time for screeny. Nobody is chilling.

BURGER!

I saw him! I saw that fox run past!

“Ahh” - Ranboo

“Aaaa” -Tubbo

“Ahhhh” -Ranboo

“Aaaa” -Tubbo

High school ish age boy in competitive scenario. This will be so much fun.

Microphone magic time!

Hey I hear the boys!

And it works well.

It does echo???? How???

“It was a joint effort. I came up with some bad ideas you came up with the idea that works.” -Tubbo

Also known as every other group chat I’ve ever been in.

Lmanburg flag at rally?

What?

No. Let’s do free clout.

Ranboo being a problem.

Why is everyone in that VC?

What problems are these children causing.

Fundy is live! Where is my iPad time to dual wield streams.

Spatula???

Dual spatulas.

It’s time to start!!!

Where is the fox?

You know. I might reverse it. I might have to watch Pink Parrots mainly and just ignore green guardians.

I’m going to put Wilbur on my iPad so I can see the chaos man. Now to decide which POV I’m listening to. Probably Ranboo. Wilbur on mine is slightly behind.

They asked if Wilbur was going change his skin? That never happens. He had to wear the sweater of shame at Christmas time.

I have them both almost perfectly sinced but it’s at the point it almost sounds echoed.

No it’s just tubbo who sounds echoed.

Nope can’t get it to sync. Just listening on my speaker.

No surround sound here. Unless I get really board.

Manifesting the win?

Manifolding the win.

Bavid.

Time to annoy the other teams.

From here on I’m going to try to be productive while I watch. Wait no. The music isn’t in sync with the one I’ll mostly be watching.

Oh I forgot TapL was there. Nope it’s not syncing. Just going to have Ranboos on my phone be secondary.

Wilbur POV let’s go.

We trash talking. Look at them go.

Ahh. English area codes. What the enigma.

Let’s win pink parrots!!! How do I always end up cheering for this team…

I need to make pink parrot art.

Oh no. Just Wilbur.

Oh no. It’s all Tubbo.

Wilbur reminds me of a good camp counselor motivating his team. Not like one of my coworkers.

My brother isn’t home today so we can’t have a watch party like we wanted.

My mom is confused with my and my brother’s investment in MCC but we told her it was the national championships of Minecraft.

Oh poor Fundy tagging on the other side.

I need to remember to collect channel points.

I’m sorry why is my internet acting stupid. Work you!

Pink and purple. The tween girls second most idea color pallet.

They are over motivating the Soot.

Thought Wilbur was going to explode from peer pressure there.

Yooo. I figured out how to watch Fundy! I can split screen my ipad between the app and the website. Tiny Fundy screen and big Wilbur screen and tiny Ranboo screen on my phone.

They can’t warn fast enough.

Time to watch and ad and support Wilbur because it got too far behind for my liking while I fought with the tiny Fundy screen.

I need to put away the books I’m pressing flowers in. But I don’t want to mess up the flowers.

Wonder how soon I’ll have to start a new post because I ran out of bullet points.

Nah I’m not keeping Fundy’s POV open. I want full screen Pink Parrots.

Music brain made the lyric connection.

I could drink 3 bottles of water every round.

The boys with the superior bladders.

What happened with Wilbur? What I didn’t see anything happen with the stream.

Nox crew role play??? What?

Wait. Did red team just fall into the void?

What?

I found a skirt and I’m wondering why I don’t wear it more often.

It goes down to my knees I could even wear this to church.

Offhand wool!

Time to battle in the box!

Exciting death boots.

Go!!! Do wool! Get em!

Oh wow. They both died. At the same time.

They can hear the Tommy. That’s how well these dudes know one another.

Bragging on each other.

Everyone surprised that Wilbur is entering his old man years.

Woohoo!

Random history moments with Tubbo.

Woohoo (again)!

Ranboos just going to jinx it.

Oh no I need my charger!

Got my charger! Rejoined at “Minecraft butts make big… videos” and am quite confused.

Skilled boys!!

Poof goes the Bur.

They beat Dream???

Casually refolding every bandana I own while watching battle box.

I found a peppermint tea bag.

Come on get mid! Noooo.

Pink parrots doing pretty good from what I see in MCC live.

I thought Ranboo had an actual burger on his face cam. I was so confused for a moment.

Yelling across the room casually.

Wilbur is back. You can hear him.

Wilbur is like a kid trying to get a duck out of the pond.

Sky battle?

Shake? Shake shake shake?

Oh no. Now all the chat is crying over Ghostbur. Myself included.

Pink parrots on top so far! Never mind that didn’t last long.

Go Wilbur! Go Tubbo! Go Ranboo! Go TapL!

Wilbur go poof.

3rd atm.

Oh we’ve gone down.

No he was not good. But he paved the way for TapL.

We’re in 2nd?? Are the other teams dead or something?

If we’re going down and yelling timber.

4th. Not bad.

Woohoo!

Go green guardians!!

So proud of them.

Pants and Boots!

Still in 6th for sky battle.

Bless his heart TapL is so worried.

Red Rabbits and Green guardians are close.

My streams are out of sync. So confused.

We’re in lead!!

WE WON!!!

My iPad is struggling with Will’s stream but it’s going!

Come on Parrots!

Alright got it up again. Got it up again.

If I were a streamer I wouldn’t be good at MCC. I can’t competitive properly. I just like making jokes and being goofy.

Not a good lead but oh well never mind we don’t have the lead.

Red Rabbits YUM.

“Do not engage” as they set off tnt.

Get those stupid rabbits! Or whoever is attacking. I’ve never been good at any sports.

First again!

Hold on guys!

They won!!! With Wilbur hovering on the edge of the void!!!

PINK PARROTS FIRST PLACE (for now but I’m still excited)

Talented team!! Look at them go!

Get your screen shot little Y/N fan boy.

Not surprised we’re more popular than the olympics.

Had to go brag to my parents that there are more people watching MCC than the olympics. They were also not surprised.

Sands of Time. The wildcard game.

Sand sand sand sand.

We have a key for a vault already?

Putting away shoes. Nothing to make you be productive like watching Minecraft peeps play a competitive game.

“Everywhere is a way into somewhere”

Come on boys.

Time to switch to Ranboos POV. See if I can spot that N with my grown up can spot things vision.

Nope don’t see this mysterious letter.

TapL if you got nothing to do bother Ranboo to help him find that N.

Calm Tubbo. Tubbo chill.

Really. The map is broken and they are taking forever helping.

Key!!! Fight Fight Fight.

Ranboo apologizing.

If his team loses this kid will blame himself.

Go Tubbo and Ranboo.

Vault open!

Out of sand = prepare to book it.

1:30 (90 sec) let’s go.

Less than a minute. Evacuate!

Oh no Ranboo is lost. Hurry kiddo!

They made it?

They made it.

Off goes the Wilbur. Now to wait.

Come on pink parrots.

Is it bad I can’t see sands of time coins in MCC live or am I just crazy?

5th. Better than I expected.

THEY ARE STILL FIRST???

Barely. But they are.

We get to vote now?!?

Quick to the voting!

I had to fight Twitter to vote.

The app didn’t want to work.

What’s the acronym one?

I’m sorry did I just hear that Wilbur taught Tubbo how to spell fuck?

Ranboo has the iron bladder.

I drank so much water but I just kinda do that.

Listen to Wilbur getting soft and encouraging Ranboo in his first game.

And Wilbur wanting him back. And planning to manipulate Scott.

Doesn’t surprise me that Wilbur would manipulate Scott. I know he probably doesn’t but still.

Look at all us audience beings.

Hooray David. I don’t know who you are but sup.

I’m sitting on a yoga ball to type and I about fell off. That wouldn’t have been fun.

All of Wills chat blessing him.

David just did the vocal equivalent of 👍🏻

Ooo I found a dollar.

And of course Tubbo likes the olympics. Trampoline boy should love them.

Nooo. Not tubbo!

Whoopsy. There go the parrots.

Why does my Wilbur stream keep goofing. See this is why I don’t actually liveblog I am so behind it’d be delayed anyway.

Instead of replacing with Phil replace with Kristen.

Keep it up Pink Parrots keep it up. *clap clap*

Where is my old cheerleading book?

Oh this is so behind. I saw ranboo fall on his POV then waited a few moments to see him on Wills.

Let’s reset it again for now. Look like it’s close. And I got an ad this time.

If it gets super behind again I’m going to just switch to Ranboo on my iPad and see if that works.

Wills is slightly ahead now. That’s how I like it.

Wilbur is such a motivating human. I swear I keep thinking that I’m hearing my coworkers encouraging campers at a kickball game or something.

Oh we’re dropping. But we’re still going.

How the actual hay are we still here.

Keep it up TapL!!

2nd!

300 and a bit to get back to first.

Look at Ranboo and Wilbur. So happy.

Ok singy boi with the ability to do one sound for a long time.

I want TapL on DSMP. It would be funny I like this guy. What does this guy stream? I want to start watching him.

Ace Race? I love ace race.

Ooo buildmart. Used to be my favorite but now no one hates it anymore.

I like least liked games. Least liked games act as great equalizers. No one is happy and it’s funny.

“You have such a way with words” -TapL (?)

“Thanks I’m a song writer” -Wilbur

Why are we doing dramatic monologues?

Sounds neat. I like this deep story.

Who is dying? What? I zoned out for a minute.

Cant wait to see that audio appear on tiktok.

You go Wilbur. I believe in you.

You go Ranboo become a lover or hater of Ace Race.

“I keep on stabbing people in the butt with my fork” -Ranboo

Again can’t wait to see that audio appear on tiktok.

I love Wilburs angry “which glitch” he’s experienced all of them.

No don’t stop Wilburs channel! I’ll watch an ad but let me watch ace race.

Ranboo has learned to dislike ace race.

Feels like a achievement. You have made Ranboo hate ace race.

Tubbo did it! Whoop!

Good job Will!

Good Job team!

Second team to finish!!!

Wait it says they are in 3rd on MCC live?

Phil Head!

Hey 1st. Good job Parrots!

The perspective I watch doesn’t matter. All I see is shifting at Wilbur either way.

Ranboo booked it.

Techno. Oh how we miss him. He was there last MCC but still.

Wait why are they in the soggy? I missed it?

Dunk tank?

End on build mart! Everyone sounded so sad! I’m so happy! I picked the right team!

Oh acronym is terra swoop force!!! Go Philza.

I’m practical shot who will win.

Pink Parrots doing actually pretty good according to MCC live.

Good job guys!

Resetting Wilburs stream while nothing is happening so I don’t miss anything later.

OH WAIT STUFF IS STILL HAPPENING I SEE IT ON RANBOOS!

Oh final text block. I’m going to have to make 2 posts.

[bobowhooo]

Sugarboys 2

Genre : Comedy/ Smutty/ Playboys baek and chan ruinin yo panties

Summary : Say goodbye to your daughter she’s with me now.  Let’s just say the ladies are squirrels and we’re the finest nuts they would ever find.

Two shot (Bang bang)

                     “Call me daddy!”

                 “Fuck yes, wait, what?”

My eyebrows scrunched up in confusion when she screamed out her random request, as i pounded harder into her. There’s no god damn way i’m calling her daddy. But then again it might get me an extra thousand. I’ll have to think about that one. 

“Baekhyun! Focus!”

I snapped out of my thoughts when the feisty lady gripped on my ass cheeks harder to drill me deeper inside her entrance. All this extra aggressive activity might scar me one day. I would have taken control by now if she didn’t ask me to let her do it tonight. Note to self, never agree to that again, 

Shit i can feel myself getting softer. 

“Fuck harder, you piece of shit!”

Sweat beaded on my forehead as i tried to block out her words and give her the orgasm she’s been bitching about since i stepped foot in this condo. 

“You like that!? You like when i degrade you little bitch!?”

Okay. This is not my thing. If i don’t end this now i’m going to go completely flaccid in her pussy. Which is sounding better than continuing, at this point.

“Yes daddy.” I said softly when i leaned into her ear. We! *clap* Will! *clap* Never! *clap* Speak! *clap* Of! *clap* This! *clap* Again! *clap* Okay?

She made a loud whimper sound at my words. Her pussy tightening around my half hard condom clad dick. “D-daddy, i-i think im going to cum.” I spoke to her in a sweet and shy voice as i pretended to stutter out of pleasure. Im not even close. But she doesn’t need to know all that.

She moaned loudly and squeezed the shit out my ass. “Cum with me, baby!” An animal like yell rushed out of her mouth and barged into my ears when she came. That’s my cue. I gripped the sheets and pushed inside of her, whining as i put on a show. 

I faked out of breath as she rubbed my cheek in admiration. “You’re such a good boy.” I giggled at her, flashing a cute smile. Mostly because i don’t know how to respond to that. “Seriously. i think im falling in love with you.”

Oh god. 

“Oh.” I said to her with a fading smile, as i pulled out of her and made sure she didn’t see the condom before i took it off. 

“I’m serious baekhyun. I can take care of you. I can make you happy. You won’t have to do what you do anymore. Just be with me and only me. I promise a perfect life for you and me. Maybe even a little baekhyun one day. Don’t you want that?”

I choked on nothing after hearing her suggestion of kids. She’s either really in her feelings after being called daddy or just sleepy. Me and her both knew what it was when we started this. I don’t see why she would even want to say something like that to me. I thought she would know me well enough by now. I guess it’s to be expected. This happens every once in awhile and i could say i wouldn’t be doing my “job” correctly if it didn’t. I guess i’ll just sweet talk her for now instead of being an asshole about it.

“Darling, you know in my heart i see us together.” I said as i grabbed her hand softly and rubbed my thumb over it. “But im not ready for a real relationship right now. You should know that. But, my heart truly belongs to you.”

She looked into my eyes desperately searching for shit that’s not there, and never will be there. I think we both know what’s coming next.

I picked up my phone when i saw her mouth fly open.

“Oh shit, i got to go. Bye darling. I promise i’ll call you later.”

Sike.

“Ahhhhh!” I screamed when i died against chanyeol in naruto. “You fucking cheated, asshole!” I said with an unintentional pout on my face. 

“How did i cheat?”

“I don’t know. That’s how good you are at cheating. Are you proud of yourself?”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“Why would i shut the fuck up? What did the fuck ever do to me?”

Chanyeol jabbed my arm and i laughed in his face while holding my arm. A tinge of pain remained in the spot but for some reason it made me laugh even more. 

“Anyways, I have an appointment, I can’t play anymore.” 

My shoulders dropped in disappointment. “Where the hell are you going?”

“Well, i’m going to an interview with one of my ladies.”

“Sounds boring. You should ditch it and hang out with me instead.”

“Uhmm, last time i checked, hanging out with you doesn’t pay the bills of this expensive ass condo, so, i’ll go with a no on that one.”

“Whatever.” I said with an even deeper pout. What a party pooper.

“Shouldn’t you be with that se-rin lady right now anyway?”

“Nah, i’m ignoring her calls and texts for right now.”

Chanyeol made a noise of understanding and walked away to his room. I huffed when the urge to follow him came up. It’s time like this, when he has shit to do other than hang out with me, i realize that i have no friends in my life other than him. No real friends at least. I have been with him 24/7 ever since middle school. Now that we’re getting older, and busier, us being apart from each other is happening a lot more often. The only thing is, i’m still not all the way used to it. I’m still myself when he’s not next to me. But i just feel stronger when he is. I guess i need to learn how to deal with that. 

I pushed the urge away and took the controller in my hands. Time to whoop some akatsuki ass.

My eyes are covered in black when my phone goes off randomly. 

I groaned realizing i fell asleep at some point in between ripping itachi a new one, and watching girls do butt lifting work outs. Gotta love fitness. I snatched my phone and answered reluctantly after not being able to adjust to the light of my phone and not seeing the numbers well. 

“H-hello?” I hesitated purely because of my voice being little hoarse from sleep and it surprised me a bit.

“Hey baekhyun! Are you free tomorrow night?” A loud clear voice barged into my ears and i looked at my phone as if it was my enemy. 

“Yeah, man. Who dis?”

“It’s miss yes! were you expecting someone else or something!?”

“N-no, i-”

“Ahah! I’m fucking with you!” Her laugh rang through my ears and i felt a groan coming on. ”Anyways, i want you to come to a party tomorrow. I actually told you about it already. Do you remember at all?”

“Yeah, i do.” 

I don’t.

“Well, make sure you’re on time. okay? And remember to tell chanyeol.”

“Uhmm, alright that’s doable.”

I won’t be on time.

“Okayy thennn, oh and it’s a tie occasion, so dress accordingly.”

“No! I hate those things you know that! H-hello?” I looked at my phone with scrunched eyebrows and confused eyes. Who hangs up on someone like that. Just for that, i’m probably not going to go anywhere near that party. 

Fuck that. 

“Bloody hell.” I said under my breath as i looked around the room of high class assholes. I definitely don’t want to be here right now but here i am. Chanyeol tapped my shoulder to show me that miss yes was waving at me during her business conversation with some random dude i don’t care about. I waved back as if i actually wanted to then took a sip of the expensive champagne filling my glass. 

“Dude, lighten up. We’ll be able to get out of here soon.”

“I want to leave now. Right now.” I said with a pout.

Chanyeol chuckled and tilted his head to look at me better. “Fine. We can disappear for an hour or so. What could it hurt?”

“I hope it does hurt something. Maybe someone will try and put more effort into making these things more fun.”

“True. Wanna get cheap beer?”

“I thought you would never ask!” I said while fake crying and gripping his suit jacket. 

“Stop, you might wrinkle it.”

I mimicked him childishly as we walked off towards an exit out of this shit hole. We’ve always been like this. Running away from everyone together. Getting drunk on cheap shit somewhere random and joking around.  For some reason it’s always much more fun when it’s just the two of us. I never questioned why. But i am thankful for it.

I placed my hand on the handle of the door while laughing at something chanyeol said and before i pulled, it swung into me, making me stumble backwards into chanyeol. 

A jet black haired girl walked in with an annoyed expression on pretty her face. Her perfect s line adorned with a tight velvet black dress and a few diamonds here and there. She ran a hand through her hair and huffed before walking off. Never even apologizing for her rude behavior. 

My kind of girl. 

“Sorry chanyeol, our plans have now been cancelled.” I spoke as i tapped his chest with the back of my hand. 

Chanyeol gripped onto my arm harshly before i could even make one step. “We’re not doing this tonight. That girls dad is really really important. This is literally his building if you haven’t noticed. Not to mention, He’s also super protective over her. It’s surprising to see her without body guards actually.” 

“Ooo, a challenge.”

“No, baekhyun no.” Chanyeol continued his protest against me as i struggled to get out of the mans strong hold on me. 

“Fuck yes.” I said back at him while gripping his his suit jacket for the second time tonight.

“Excuse me.” The girl from before interrupted reluctantly.

It’s destiny.

“Y-yes?” Chanyeol stuttered and let go of me to straighten himself up.

“Have you seen my father anywhere?”

“Uhmm, yes, actually, i think the last time i saw him he was talking about going to his office.” The big guy smiled and spoke politely to her.

“Yeah, i heard him say that too. I could take you there if you want. I know this place like the back of my hand.”

“No you don’t-” Chanyeol spoke before i made quick work of stepping on his foot with the heel of mine and twisting. 

The girl held her hand out and sighed. “Okay, just make this quick, and don’t talk too much.”

Oh, i like her a lot.

“So, Come here often?” I asked with a slick smile on my face. 

“Ehhmygahd, i thought you weren’t going to talk.”

“I lied.”

“I can see that.” She huffed and ran a hand through her hair again, just like before. It feels like a shot to the heart every time. Sending vibrations straight to my spine. 

She’s so beautiful. 

I want to destroy her. I want to make her never be able to forget about me. 

I want to live forever in that pretty head of hers forever. Is that bad?

“What’s your name?” i asked trying to hold myself from spilling all my thoughts.

“Mind your business.”

“I’m baekhyun.” I said as i looked over to the elevator numbers. I don’t have much time before we reach the top floor. 

There is only one way to get to a girl like her. And i have to work fast. Or else i’ll never be able to call myself a player again. 

I can’t lose this one. Not this one.

I looked her in the eyes before i stuck my hands into the pockets of my dress pants. “I guess i’ll call you what i want then.”

“I don’t think so.”

“oh, i think so babygirl. Because i do what i fucking want.”

She tilted one eyebrow and crossed her arms. “And just who the hell do you think you are?”

“Don’t worry about that, just come closer.”

She licked her lips before scoffing and looking away. Im not expecting words at this point. I can tell she’s waiting for my next line, or move.

Too bad i won’t make one until she does.

I unbuttoned my suit jacket and leaned onto the rail in the elevator. “I think you need a little attitude check, darling.”

“Oh? And who’s going to give it to me.”

I smirked at her and tilted my head. Her feet finally led her closer to my body and she stared into my eyes harder.

“Well?”

The game is over now. I already won. There’s no escaping me anymore.

I lifted my hand to place it softly under her chin and looked into her eyes as if i was staring at her soul. But i’m not. 

“You’re driving me crazy.” 

She bit her lip and put a dangerous claw over my jawline. 

“Kiss me.” She whispered into me.

My lips crashed into hers, not being able to hold it anymore. My hands ran down her sides and around her waist. She groaned into my mouth when i entered my tongue into hers. Her hands twisted into my styled hair, making it messy and i did the same to hers. I gripped any part of her my hands touched which made her get rougher with me. She tastes like champagne. And her smell reminds me of a hundred dollar bill that’s been sprayed with expensive perfume. I fucking love it. 

Before i could get any more into this moment the elevator bell rung in my ears as a notice that we’ve reached our destination. 

The girl backed away from me, looking dizzy in her eyes. A smile crossed her lips as she held onto my tie and twisted so that her back is facing me. We walked like that towards the hall that led to her fathers office. 

I had no idea what this floor looked like to be honest. This is all new to me. I’ve actually only been in this building once. 

But she doesn’t need to know all that. 

“Wait, My dads secretary isn’t here. Hm, she must she down stairs at the party.”

“Most likely, but where’s your dad?” I asked as i pointed at the big office with all the lights off.

The girl walked over to the place with a look of confusion. 

“Where the hell did he go?” 

I switched on the lights for her as she put her hands on her hips. Obviously giving up on her quest. 

I walked over to the desk in determination to put a smile back on her face. 

I’m sure her dad is somewhere around here. She doesn’t need to worry.

My ass filled the mans seat and i put a stern look on my face as if im a serious ceo man. 

“Well? Do you have my boring paper work, or did you come in my office to just stare at me?”

She laughed and shook her head. 

“Come on, play along love.”

“Ugh, okayyyy.” 

I winked at her before snapping back to my character. 

“No sir, i just came to stare at you.”

“Oh? And why is that?”

She swayed her hips sexily as she walked over to “my” desk. “Well, you see, i find you irresistibly sexy when you’re working. Sir.”

She was leaning over the desk as her finger lingered around her mouth. her lips still plump from my rough kisses in the elevator. 

Can i just devour her? 

I stood up and walked over to where she stood slightly bent over. “Bad girl.” I said before smacking her ass one good time. “Focusing on me when you should be focusing on your work.” And one more to make my words very clear.

“You’re right. i-i’m sorry.” She spoke through an aroused tone. 

I placed my hand next to hers on the desk and leaned in her ear, breathing softly. “No, you’re not.” I spoke to her with a calm tone in contrast to the rough way i pulled her hair as she hissed.

She quickly turned around before ripping my button up dress shirt open and revealing my body to her. She bit her lip and began to unbuckle my belt too.

“No more teasing.”

“No more teasing.” I repeated after her as i picked her up and put her onto the desk.

“JUST WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE!” A deep voice entered my ears and i sighed. 

I was so close. 

“Dad! It’s not what it looks like! He’s just showing me his tattoos!”

I snorted in laughter before turning around, showing off the boner that his daughter gave me in my boxer briefs  “No i wasn’t, but i was about to show her how to be a good girl for me. She’s been so bad lately. Sir.”

“I’M GOING TO FUCKING MURDER YOU!” 

“Shit! Run!” The girl jumped off the table before grabbing my hand and taking off which is very impressive because she’s in heels. 

We ran passed the furious man and his guards chased after us. I hit the button to the elevator harshly as she looked back and pouted when we reached the end of the hall. 

“I broke a nail.”

I deadpanned in reaction to her small complaint and then motioned to what’s in front of us. “Get your little ass in this elevator.”

Silence filled the air while i thought about the fact that i always get cockblocked whenever i try to fuck someone at one of these boring ass parties. Either karma loves fucking me over or no one wants me to have any real fun.

Maybe both. 

“My name is jina, by the way.”

“Pretty name.” I said with a slight smile.

She hit me on my exposed chest and crossed her arms. “I just thought you should know the name of the girl who’s life you fucking ruined. My dad is going to kill me because of you!”

“What? Don’t blame this on me. And trust me, i have a higher chance of getting strangled by your fathers bare hands than you do.”

“Yeah, yeah. You could at least thank me for saving your life.”

“I refuse your offer. Once again you can’t blame me for how sexy you look in that dress. Or how i could see part of your lace thong when you bent over your dads desk. I couldn’t help but take action” I said while undressing her with my eyes.

“Why don’t you come over here and take action again.”

Ding!

“On second thought. Let’s just keep running. I’m too young to die.” I said before i ran out of the elevator with no pants. I busted into the ball room looking for chanyeol with my eyes while jina latched onto my arm. 

“Baekhyun!?” Ms yes yelled from across the room when she saw me in the state im in. “What the fu-”

“There he is! Get that Little shit!” The body guards from before yelled when they came from no where. I’m guessing they took the stairs. How the hell are they not out of breath?

“Baekhyun, don’t just stand there! do something!” Jina screamed as she looked at the big men run towards us.

Fuck it.

I made a run for it, gripping the girls hand harshly. Chanyeol finally laid eyes on me and made a run for the exit too. 

“I told you not to mess with her!” He yelled at me as we ran.

“And you also told me to shut the fuck up, but did i listen? Of course not!” 

I never do.

“You’re quite the trouble maker aren’t you?” Jina asked as chanyeol unlocked the car.

“Me? Noooo. Now, what would give you that impression?”

AUTHORS NOTE : I am soooo sorryyyyy i got really busy and i had a bit of writers block T-T i really hope you guys accept this chapter of sugarboys as a way of me expression my appreciation for your patience and support. I hope you enjoyed this and if you did let me know :) 

Lots of loveee <3333 ~ laila

[allonsysilvertongue]

Glitter and Gold

Three times Tony bought Peter something expensive and the one time it wasn’t. (part i)

ii.

When it comes to spending money – especially on Pepper or Peter – Tony didn’t really think twice about it. He did after all built the kid a multi-million dollar suit and continuously upgraded the specs for a more new and improved suits.

Those upgrades cost money, not that he had ever told Peter how much an individual suit was really worth. Tony was more than willing to do it, to continue giving the kid, because each suit upgrade was designed to protect Peter, to keep him safe while he was out on the streets and to alert Tony in case he was ever in danger.

Compared to the monetary cost of the suits, it really wasn’t that big a deal when he made the phone call for an appointment to the showroom.  Well, to him at least.

But the look on Peter’s face when he tossed the key in the air for the kid to catch was not something Tony had expected. He had expected an exuberant whoop or a smile at the very least.

Then he remembered the Fossil watch. He recalled how the kid had resisted the gift before finally caving in.

Peter really did have something against receiving anything other than his suit from him, Tony realised.

When Tony opened his mouth to say something, Peter was already shaking his head.

“I can’t.”

It really wasn’t the two words Tony wanted to hear. A ‘that’s awesome’ would have been such a welcome relieve.

“No such thing,” Tony told him. “It’s yours. Just don’t wreck it. You’re underage now but when you’re old enough, don’t ever drink and drive. Otherwise, no rules. It’s yours, enjoy.”

“No way, Mr. Stark. This is too much,” Peter stood his ground.

Tony turned, facing him fully. He crossed his arms and asked, “How’s this too much?”

“I – I didn’t ask for it,” the kid said, gesturing behind him.

It made Tony rolled his eyes.

“Sure, kid, it’s called a surprise,” he clapped his shoulder, “for your accomplishment. Now come along.”

“Mr. Stark, I – I didn’t tell you that I passed my driving just so you could get me a car. You’re – You’re mistaken.”

“I’m mistaken?”

Peter grimaced.

“No that’s not – I,” he huffed exasperatedly.

The frustration was evident on his face.

As much as Tony would love to seize this opportunity to get a word in, he didn’t. He waited for Peter to say whatever was on his mind. He needed to listen after all – Pepper had told him to.

“I just wanted to – to share the good news, Mr. Stark. I didn’t mean for you to take it as me wanting a car. It’s just something – something I’m proud of. I was just happy that I got to take my license and that I – I passed and I wanted to share that with you.”

“It’s something I’m proud of, too,” Tony stressed the part, “and you coming to me to … share that with me… that’s great. When you told me, I wanted to do something for you, Pete, ‘cause this is something to celebrate, right?”

“Thanks, Mr. Stark, that means a lot, seriously. I’m just happy that you’re proud of me,” he mumbled the last part, as if he was a little embarrassed to say it out loud. “It’s all I want.”

Tony let out a breath.

“Let me just do this for you, kid. Why won’t you let me?”

“I dunno,” he shrugged. “Is this how you show it? By getting me something… A car?”

Peter seemed genuinely curious. His brown eyes were staring up at Tony, searching for an answer to his question. There was no malice in his question and yet, Tony couldn’t help the slight defensiveness creeping into him.

Was he not doing this right? He had asked Rhodey whose own father had gotten him a Plymouth when he got his license so that was an opinion in his favour. He had asked Barton about it as well and while he had said that he would transfer ownership of the tractor at the farm to his son, Tony took it to mean that the principle remained the same – there was nothing wrong in giving Peter an automobile.

“Something wrong?” Tony frowned. “I’d have thought kids your age would be jumping with joy at getting a brand new car.”

The moments those words left his mouth, Tony realised it was a mistake. Peter never did well when he was outright confronted that way. He was always trying to please him and this time it was no different.

The horror flashed briefly before Peter’s face closed off entirely. He blinked once, twice and in a split second, he forced a smile on his face.

Something in Tony’s chest hurt badly. He shouldn’t have acted that way. Peter and him had come a long way, and the kid was comfortable being around him. He didn’t mean to snap at Peter the way Howard had done countless times with him whenever he grew impatient.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Stark,” he stammered.

“No, kid,” he sighed, trying to set right the wrong. “Not something you have to apologise for.”

“I – I don’t want you to think I’m being ungrateful cause I’m not. I really, really, appreciate you getting me a car. It’s not like your – your fault or anything that I’m uncomfortable. It’s not on you. I guess… that’s something I have to work on, like you’ve said before,” Peter threw him a sheepish grin and added, “It’s a super cool car, Mr. Stark.”

Sensing a ‘but’, Tony waited except it never came.

Peter merely pocketed the keys, shoving them deep into the pocket of his jeans. “Seriously, Mr. Stark, thanks a bunch!”

Tony was moved to ask if he would like to take it out for a drive but he figured that he shouldn’t push the kid. The fact that he actually kept the keys was a win for Tony and besides, Peter was already walking back towards the direction of the workshop.

It took Tony three weeks to notice that the car he got for the kid had never actually left the garage. He scrolled through the closed circuit videos in F.R.I.D.A.Y’s database just to be certain and the car remained exactly where Tony had parked it when he brought it back from the showroom.

Peter had never driven it.

He picked up his phone, fully intending to find out the reason from Peter, if the kid wanted a different car or if the bright red paint was too obnoxious for the kid’s taste. Truthfully, he just wanted to make the kid’s commute easier but Happy was still complaining about having to ferry the kid back and forth to Queens whenever they stayed too late working at Tony’s workshop.

Drumming his fingers on the work bench, Tony waited with the phone pressed to his ear. When a minute, and then two passed without Peter answering his phone, Tony grumbled something about throwing the damn phone in the river if he wasn’t going to learn to pick up only to realise that the kid was now likely to be in decathlon practice.

He would call again later, he decided.

Tony was about to set to work on his repulsor when his phone rang. He snatched it up and answered without looking to see who it was.

“Mr. St – Tony.”

He recognised that voice. It was a voice he knew well by now, thanks mostly to Peter Parker.

“May,” he greeted. “How can I help you? Spidey giving you more trouble?”

To his credit, May laughed. It was a long standing joke between them that Peter’s nightly patrol as Spider-Man was something that while she allow still gave her a headache – especially when she had to pry the extent of Peter’s injuries from him since the kid was never going to be forthcoming on that front. Tony had upgraded the suit so Karen would provide a health report to F.R.I.D.A.Y at the end of each of Peter’s patrol which he, of course, shared with May, if only to slow down the process of her having more grey hairs.

They had called this co-parenting, a word that had made Tony shudder at the beginning before Pepper pointed out that he had been doing it since he walked into Peter’s apartment in Queens that first time.

“Sorry to bother you, Tony, but I just checked my roster and I have been scheduled to work double shift this weekend. We’re a little short on manpower with the holidays coming up and I was wondering – hoping - if you could -”

“Of course,” Tony cut her off, already knowing her request. “I’ll send Happy to pick him up on Friday night after dinner. How’s that sound?”

“Perfect,” May gushed. “Thank you.”

“You and your kid need to stop thanking me for every little thing,” he rolled his eyes, not that the woman could see it. “I like doing them. We’re not strangers anymore.”

“We’re not,” May hummed in agreement.

“Hey, got a question,” Tony threw that bit in casually. “I don’t know if you’re aware but I got the kid a car. It’s been sitting in the garage – my garage - for weeks now. I get that Peter’s a little uncomfortable with me getting him anything but I thought I convinced him about accepting the car.”

There was a pause, a quiet inhale and Tony could picture May at the other end of the line trying to figure out how best to break whatever it was to him.

“About that, Tony, Peter’s…. He’s a little upset about it. Not with you specifically, just in general. The circumstances of it….”

“Anytime now, Parker,” Tony joked, trying to hide his discomfort at the thought of having made the kid upset.

“He’s been quieter than most and that is actually the reason I’m not too keen about letting him spend the weekends alone. He said he didn’t mind but I’d rather he be around Pepper and you. So please, occupy his weekend.”

“Tell me, May. What’s upsetting the boy?”

He felt like this was the sort of conversation one had while sitting down just in case so he moved around the work bench to settle on a stool.

Five years ago, if someone had told him that somehow he would find himself in this situation, worrying about a teenager whom he just willingly bought a car for because he wanted to, he would have suggested that the person go through a thorough medical check-up.

But as it were, things are different. They had both nearly lost Peter and now that they have him back post The Snap, it became an unspoken mutual agreement that they both would look out for him even if Peter insist that he was capable of taking care of himself.

Co-parenting.

“When he was still around, Ben had made Peter a promise that once he gets his driving license, he would take Peter to get his first car. I – I think it’s just brought back some memories and the things that could have been if it had been different. It’s really not on you, Tony.”

“Oh, shit,” Tony exhaled, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I didn’t know.”

“You couldn’t have possibly known. Peter doesn’t talk about his uncle much.”

“Look, May, where the kid is concern, I’m not trying to replace your husband. There’s always going to be a space between Peter and I – that’s where Ben is. But I….”

“I know,” May said softly. “You want the best for him, so do I. But Peter’s sometimes prone to bouts of melancholia if he’s reminded of the past and you know how he is, Tony, he doesn’t really share. He thinks he’s trying to protect me that way, that I have enough on my plate without having to worry about him and this – his feelings, his emotions, his thoughts – it’s not something Karen can report to us about.”

Tony clenched his left fist, rotating it absentmindedly.

“Don’t get offended that he’s not driving the car. Give him time.”

“Not offended, just wondering,” Tony muttered.

“If I may make a suggestion…?”

“Yeah, anything.”

He was all ears. Peter could be an open book at times but he was also a teenager, and Tony wasn’t very good at reading them.

“Maybe you should have made Peter part of the process… Bring him to the showroom, let him pick the car he wants. Get him more involved, you know?” May said. “He’ll resist and he’ll insist it’s not something he needs or wants and he’ll likely choose the cheapest option there is because that’s just how he is. He is a good kid, Tony.”

“I don’t doubt it.”

“You should just talk to him. You know he’ll listen. Tell him what you told me about Ben. Tell him again that you just wanted give him something because he had achieved a milestone in his life, he will let you. Be patient with him.”

“Not my strongest suit,” he chuckled. “I’ll try. I’ll do that over the weekend.”

He wasn’t a very patient man and when he wanted something done, he wanted it quick but where Peter was concern, he was willing to do anything for that kid.

Once May hung up, he began to compose a text to send to the kid – “Underoos, May just called. We’ve got weekend plans – you & I. We’re putting something together. Bring some old clothes – will get dirty.”

If he couldn’t get Peter to accept a new car, then maybe he could get Peter to accept a car the both of them put together; something that they could customise and build from some of his and Howard’s old car parts

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Going Shopping

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GOING SHOPPING

Rating: E

Warnings: Gore, Starvation, Insanity, Cannibalism.

Summary:  Brother has been working so hard lately.  He deserves a treat!  A nice…fresh…handmade meal should be just the thing.

It was especially quiet today, Papyrus mused to himself as he strolled down the dark, worn path of Snowdin's road.  Then again, it was Sunday, and Sundays were generally quiet anyway.  Still, for it to be so quiet, he wondered if he had forgotten a sleep-in holiday in his haste to make it through his rounds of Snowdin.

No, that couldn't be right.  Sans had gotten up early to go to work; if today was a holiday the lazybones would have slept in along with most of Snowdin.  

Then again, he thought as he slowed his pace to the next house, Sans HAD been out and about more frequently lately.  Leaving earlier, coming home later, always seeming more tired by the day...his work ethic had certainly improved, even if his appetite hadn't.  

Papyrus looked down at the small bowl of spaghetti in his hands; it was still mostly full since the only ones to answer the door had been Rabbit family and the little Monster Kid.  They were ALWAYS happy to see food come their way and it warmed his soul to see them fed, even if Prissy's little Rabbit brother had been absent today and Prissy said he didn't need any.  Strange.  There was still a stop to the Dogs further back in the woods where they seemed to remain, even if they all looked too cold in the snow, and then.....

....well, and then there would be no more spaghetti left for Sans.

A frown crept into Papyrus's smile as he slowed his pace, thinking of his big brother.  Sans was eating less and less and staying out later and later.  Even by Papyrus's great standards of work ethic, that was a bit much.  And as much as he was proud of Sans going out and being productive, it would do no good if Sans was hungry the whole time.

His step faltered slightly at that word - 'hungry'.  It was such an unpleasant word, an unpleasant FEELING.  He could almost remember bad dreams of being so hungry, like he would waste away into nothing at any moment and would do ANYTHING......ANYTHING......for a mouthful of SOMETHING.  He almost shuddered.  Terrible thing to dream about, really.

But still...

He looked down at the bowl of spaghetti, a gnawing twist clenching at his soul as he stared at it.  Deftly, he felt a thin trail of saliva drip over his mandible and quickly wiped it away, turning his eyelights back to the path.  He had to feed the Dogs, he told himself firmly.  The less fortunate must eat first.  And then he would eat what was left.  There were many others not as fortunate as he, and he had a duty to help them.

So he quelled down those selfish HUNGRY feelings.  They were unimportant.  Insignificant.  Nothing.

Nothing at all.

Papyrus silently trekked back toward Snowdin, clutching the empty bowl to his thin rib cage as a shudder quivered through his bones.  The wind was picking up in preparation for another snowfall and the chill was digging into his frame.  His steps felt heavier and more sluggish in the snow, matching perfectly with his mental state.  His sense of direction was disoriented as the distracting gnawing on his soul became too strong to ignore.

He paused to rest against a tree, leaning against it tiredly as he looked down at the bowl.  There was nothing left, none for him, OR for Sans.

Oh, if only there were extras stored in the fridge back home!  A nice dinner with his brother would be just the thing to warm the bones on a day like this, but now there was nothing.

The gnawing twisted hard, almost painfully, and Papyrus couldn't help the moisture that collected at his eye sockets.  He reached up and wiped at them, sniffling softly.  How could he have neglected his brother at a time like this, and after everything he'd done for them?  Sans deserved something special, not to come home to NOTHING!

Papyrus dropped the bowl, wiping at his eye sockets to dry them, then paused when he smelled something.

Something GOOD.

Saliva threaded from between his teeth again at the wonderful, delicious scent as he sniffed the air, searching for the source of it and saw a flicker of movement through the trees.  Peering around silently, Papyrus's eyelights glimmered when he saw it.

A HUMAN.

Some time ago, he'd be so enthusiastic about capturing them and taking them to the Capitol, but that was THEN.  NOW, Sans explained it perfectly.

Humans were an EXCELLENT source of meat.

Naturally, he'd been skeptical; humans were not meant for eating, were they?   After all, the small human that passed by long ago didn't seem to be the type for eating.  But Sans told him that humans were beasts, no different than cows or birds that went into other forms of food.  It was just propaganda that humans were on par with Monster intelligence, and caricatured like in the cartoons to be sentient enough for it to be considered cannibalism to eat.  The noises they made were just clever mimicry of speech to avoid being killed, but cattle was cattle, in the end.

This human was much bigger than the one that fell down here before, almost as tall as Papyrus's shoulders.  Big, full, healthy-looking...and smelled absolutely DIVINE.  Oh, he could just IMAGINE what it would be like once cooked!

Papyrus almost jumped in place and clapped his hands with glee; here was the meal he had been wanting to feed his brother!  Wouldn't Sans just be so surprised to come home to a fresh, filling dinner!  Well, there was no sense in letting the Dogs get greedy after having been fed, Papyrus thought to himself as he conjured a bone into his hand and slipped silently through the trees toward the human.

It was rare that he got to do this, Papyrus thought to himself as he sorted out different buckets.  Usually it was Sans who went out and procured fresh meat when it became available, but Papyrus was no stranger as to how 'meat' was made.

He'd walked in on Sans separating out the bits and pieces long ago, and while the sight had been slightly jarring, he came to understand the necessity.  He couldn't deny that the end result was more than satisfactory in the end as well.  As long as he could get through the noise and the mess, the rest was smooth sailing.

And oh, how it WAS messy.  And loud.  But he remedied at least one of those issues.

Papyrus picked up a handsaw and turned to the human, who was tied down to a table with a cloth stuffed into its mouth to muffle the uncouth shouting that Papyrus knew would no doubt irritate his hearing.  He would have preferred to make the human stop moving entirely, but Sans told him the longer they were up and kicking (so to speak), the fresher and better-tasting the meat would be.  So naturally, he would begin from the extremities and work his way in.

The human was jerking in its binds, staring with wide eyes as it attempted to shout through the gag. Amazing, Papyrus thought, how it tried to imitate speech like a Monster.  He'd be inclined to keep one for a pet one day, but not one of these big ones.  The smaller ones were much more well-behaved.  The bigger ones were much better for food.

Papyrus hummed to himself as he prodded the human's abdominal cavity, feeling a shudder roll over his bones when he felt the promising nudge of viscera under the skin.   Those bits made some fantastic meatballs, while the general meat was better for freezing and saving for later.  The very thought of having their fridge full once more had saliva threading down his mandible, but he had to save those for last.  They were best when warm, after all.

He cheerfully wasted no time then in grasping the left thigh of the human and pressing the handsaw in, getting right to work.

Immediately the mess started, but Papyrus was prepared.  Several buckets were around the table to prevent the mess from getting everywhere on the floor, and Papyrus would use it as some lovely marinade sauce later down the line.  The human hollered and jerked around harder on the table, but Papyrus held tight, sawing through the bone until the first leg became detached.

It was very firm and meaty, Grade A quality!   Sure to be very nutritious and filling.  He deposited the leg into one of the buckets nearby and then turned his attention to the other, giving it the same treatment.

The whole time, the human screamed through the gag and Papyrus was glad he thought to put it in while it was still unconscious.  The noise would have surely been unbearable by this point.  He finished with the limbs, depositing them into the bucket before picking up one of the butcher knives that Sans kept sharpened and tracing a shallow line over the abdomen.  The human was starting to go quiet and still, and Papyrus knew that while he appreciated the silence, he had to work faster now.  Meat was less appetizing and savory when it got cold.

He always marveled at just how MUCH humans had inside of them!  Handfuls and handfuls of organs that he knew the names of thanks to a book in his room, and recipes for all of them stored by memory.  He set the knife aside and began shifting the organs into a bucket and making a mental note of the different recipes he could cook tonight, tomorrow, all WEEK!

As the abdominal cavity was emptied, Papyrus was unable to ignore the raw, gnawing HUNGER that wrenched at his soul, begging to be satiated.  Saliva trickled down his mandible as he contemplated the organs, thinking that he deserved a treat for his good deeds today.  He reached his hand into the gored cavity, enclosing it around the last of the organs -the heart, he knew- and pulled it out.

It looked so sweet and appetizing, like the juiciest apple on the tree.   The perfect little treat for himself.  His jaws parted as he bit into the organ, and the indescribable taste filled his mouth.

Simply

Indescribable.

He cupped the heart in his hands, tearing into it ravenously until it was devoured entirely.

The hunger quelled in his soul ever so slightly, but it was enough for now.  It was ENOUGH.

Papyrus buried his skull in his blood-soaked hands and wept.

Sans kicked the snow from his shoes as he stepped onto his porch.  Another day, another head dog stand, another evening coming home empty-handed.  It was beginning to become a thing now, for Monsters nearby to eat their own rather than let him have them.  Prissy's little brother was gone, no doubt having been eaten by the other Rabbits after becoming too weak to be of use to even feed anymore.

A shame; Rabbits were his favorite neighbors to bring home for dinner.

He scowled to himself.  He hated coming home empty-handed after nearly a week without food, and if that frozen pile of spaghetti he passed on the way home were any indication, Papyrus already gave the last of what they had away.  His little brother's bones were becoming thinner by the day, that once-tall, proud frame becoming hunched and grotesque as this wretched curse spread over the Underground.  Some days, he almost wished Papyrus would notice so they could go out and feed TOGETHER...but in a Hell like this, ignorance was the only kindness left for Papyrus to have.

Sans sighed, brushing snow from the edge of his broken skull before walking inside.

Immediately, the nauseatingly-savory scent of food plunged into his nasal cavity, almost knocking him senseless.  Had he died at last and achieved a blessed afterlife?  He shook his head; no need to go even madder than he already was.  But the smell was still there, which meant it was REAL.

"Papyrus?" he called in.  From the kitchen came the clatter of dishes and the sound of his brother's humming.

"Oh, Sans, you're home!" came Papyrus's chirpy response, and his brother walked out of the kitchen, wearing a stained pink 'Kiss the Chef' apron and baking mitts.  "Dinner is almost ready!"

Sans almost swayed in place; dinner?  "Dinner?" he echoed from his thoughts.  "You have...dinner?"

Papyrus squealed, clapping his gloved hands.  "Surprise!" he crooned, hopping in place.  "I was out doing my rounds, and I found a HUMAN!  A BIG one!"  The spark of pure joy glistened in his shrunken eye sockets in a way that warmed Sans's soul.  "I caught it and made something special for dinner, just for you!"

His demeanor settled softly.  "You've been working so hard, Sans, and this is just the thing you deserve for all your efforts!"

Sans felt his mandible quiver and his eye sockets moisten.  By the gods, was his brother just...just the COOLEST.  "Yer the best, Paps..." he murmured, wiping at his eye sockets with the back of his sleeve.  "I don't know what I did to deserve ya."

Papyrus beamed, giving his brother a pat on the shoulder.  "Nonsense Sans, you're just lucky is all!" he replied.  Now come sit down and eat!"  He flounced back into the kitchen as Sans sat down, the elder brother trying to quell the urge to tear into the kitchen and stuff his face with any and everything he found, and waited for Papyrus to bring him his meal.

A whole baked liver garnished with tongue strips.

His favorite.