why is his hair green


in which Genji hasn’t changed as much as it seems

Hanzo probably looks vaguely uncomfortable/guilty every time Genji hangs around him and makes brotherly gestures now bc he’s still riding the “oh my god i tried to kill my baby brother i cannot be forgiven for that” train that returned with a vengeance when Genji reappeared.

Hanzo has a lot of stuff to work through.  Genji’s had 10(?) years to look back on the event and what happened and who he is now and come to terms with it and forgive.  Hanzo was basically hit with a feels truck + paradigm shift when Genji reappeared into his life so he’s pro ba b ly reliving the consequences of what he did pretty hard all over again.

Anyways, I’m p sure Genji just aggressively wants his big brother to be his big brother again

The City, Part 7 [End]

A/N:  I’m sad to see this story end as it’s my first one. But I am proud of the story I wrote and I’m excited for what happens next.

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Summary: Your two year long relationship has ended. With a new apartment and job you’re ready to move on from your relationship. But The City seems to have other plans for you.

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings/Triggers: none

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

Part 7

Your eyebrows shot up as Tae and Jin guided you through the busy restaurants and the view of 4 handsome boys came into view. It was the rest of BTS and with a nervous heart you looked at their faces, but Namjoon’s wasn’t among them. Tae and Jin shot each other glances and moved their bodies closer to yours. They closed the gap in case you decided to bolt out the door. 

“What is this? An intervention?” you scoffed, taking a seat next to Hobi. It was impossible to stay made when Hobi flashed you a smile. His heart shaped face could probably melt the sun if he tried.

“No! Y/N, we just thought that since it’s been awhile we should all meet up and get lunch together. We all missed you!” he tried to re-assure you.

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anonymous asked:

from most to least likely which of the ow boys would smoke weed?

Boys? Okie dokie

Junkrat doesn’t get high off weed, He prefers twinkies and cola.

Roadhog isn’t especially interested in it.

McCree tries it when he’s older, he prefers old fashioned but doesn’t mind lighting up with friends or to relax.

Jack is the type who swears he’d never touch it then Gabe get him stoned off a brownie at an office party or something

Pre-Reaper Gabe blazes whenever possible.

Hanzo coughs like a bitch when he tries it. Gets super paranoid.

Genji’s hella dank, why you think his hair is green for?

Lucio obviously blazes, he’s not the blunt rolling type though, he likes cool waxes, pens, dabs, cool bongs and such. Edibles for sure, his favorite is gummies.

Zenyatta is programmed high as shit, you see this dude?

Winston won’t touch the devil’s lettuce.

You KNOW Bastion lights that shit.

Mean Girls x GOM
  • Murasakibara to Aomine: If you're from Japan, why are you dark?
  • Midorima: Oh my god, Murasakibara, you can't just ask people why they're dark.
  • ———————————
  • [Trying to avoid plans with Akashi]
  • Midorima: I can't go out. *faux coughs softly* I'm sick.
  • Akashi: Boo, you whore.
  • ———————————
  • Some random girl: Nice hair, Momoi. What's it made of?
  • Momoi: Your mom's chest hair!
  • ———————————
  • Akashi, to others: On Wednesday, we wear our coordinate colors to represent rainbow and Teiko.
  • ———————————
  • Akashi: Midorima, I'm sorry I laughed at you that time you got diarrhea at Barnes & Nobles.
  • Akashi: And I'm sorry for telling everyone about it.
  • Akashi: And I'm sorry for repeating it now.
  • ———————————
  • Murasakibara: [delivering candy canes] Kuro-chin, two for you. Kise Ryouta? FOUR for you, Kise Ryouta! You go, Kise-chin. And uh... "Shitaro" Midorima. Do we have a "Shitaro" Midorima here?
  • Midorima: It's Shintaro.
  • Murasakibara: Oh Mido-chin, here you go, one for you... And none for Aomine Daiki, bye.
  • ———————————
  • Kuroko to Aomine: Don't have sex, because you will get pregnant and die! Don't have sex in the missionary position, don't have sex standing up, just don't do it, OK, promise?
  • ———————————
  • Akashi: Why don't I know you?
  • Kuroko: I'm new. I just moved here from the third string.
  • Akashi: What?
  • Kuroko: I used to be on third string.
  • Akashi: Wait... what?
  • Kuroko: I joined basketball and got in to third string because I don't have enough talent back then.
  • Akashi: No, I know what third string is, I'm not retarded! So you've actually never been to first string in your entire life? Shut up! Shut up!
  • Kuroko: I didn't say anything.
  • ———————————
  • Kise: Oh my God, I love your shirt! Where did you get it?
  • Midorima: It was my dad's in the '80s.
  • Kise: Vintage, so adorable.
  • Midorima: Thanks.
  • Kise: [after Midorima walks away] That is the ugliest f-ing shirt I've ever seen.
  • ———————————
  • [Aomine and Momoi introducing the other members of first string to Kuroko]
  • Aomine: That one there, that's Murasakibara. He is one of the dumbest boys you will ever meet. Momoi sat next to him in English last year.
  • Momoi: He asked me how to spell vegetables. God, he hates them to the point he couldn't spell it out.
  • Aomine: That nerd one, that's Midorima.
  • Momoi: He's totally rich because his dad invented weird yet popular Kerosuke.
  • Aomine: Midorima knows everybody's business, he knows everything about everyone.
  • Momoi: That's why his hair is so green, it's full of secrets.
  • Aomine: And evil takes a human form in Akashi Seijuro. Don't be fooled because he may seem like your typical selfish, back-stabbing slut faced ho-bag, but in reality, he's so much more than that.
  • Momoi: He's the king bee - the star, those other two are just his little workers.


anyways @therealjacksepticeye is a gift from the ancient celtic deities and we don’t deserve him

specifically for @livingtrashbag because she would rather find this adorable green kid at the end of an irish rainbow than a pot of gold

50 Midorima Shintaro manga icons
  • made for tsunderimama but free to use
  • almost all are from the first match against Seirin (manga)
  • a couple aren’t from the match but from later on (for number rounding purposes)
  • likE THREE ARENT EVEN FROM THe manga theyre from the anime i feel like a dirty cheat but the content makes up for my lies ok
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Diary of a pregnant breeder in space- part 4




The eighteen years old boy who fuck me now was getting close to his edge. He was a regular costumer, one of the many seeders of the colony who was anxious to put his babies inside me. That was nothing to do with love, however. Nothing ever happened between me and my costumers. They usually came to my clinic with only one thing in their mind: sex. Nothing more, nothing less.
My daily routine is simple: i get to the clinic, signed up, telling my clients to take numbers and form in line (sometimes i come and see they are already waiting for me in line. A very long line) and i take a quick shower, lay on bed completely naked, and hit the button as the voice monitor proclaims to the next client to come inside.

Then after they are doing their buisness and walks away, the computer scans my belly and says how many babies im carrying right now. After a few months when i feel its time for birth (we dont have that thing that called “contractions”, we just feeling we are too heavy to hande with this over weight) i go to the medical clinic which they check my pregnancy progress, and if im ready to give birth, the nurse male breaks my water with his cock and i go into labor, with no pains at all.

This boy now is huffing and i can feel his cock twitching inside me. He has tan skin and thin body, and i hear him start to moan loudly. Finaly, he tosses his head backward moaning with open mouth and i feel his cock erupting inside me, shooting hot seed into my womb. He keep thrusting, staying insids my womb a little longer, making sure i get every drop of his cum so the breeding process will succeed.

He gives a few more thrusts, and pulling out, walking away. No thank you. No it was amazing. Nothing.

Thats my life as a breeder.

I grunt as i get down from the bed, some cum leaking from my hole. On the monitor screen it says i have 22 clients today. Which means 22 babies.

Which means its time to give birth.

I waddle outside of my clinic and make my way slowly towards the medical clinic.

A blonde nurse boy, name Boris, is welcoming me when the doors are opens.

“Thomas? Is that you? OMG you look amazing! How are you?” he smiles towards me.

Im feeling butterflies in my chest everytime i see him, dont know why. He looks so hot, with his blonde hair and green eyes, pale skin, athletic muscular body, wearing his white nurse hat and his tight white nurse uniform. I bite my lip and release a sigh.

“Thanks man. Im fine, just ready to give birth again. As usuall”.

“Well, you look so hot like that, all big and bloated, im kinda feeling bad for putting you in labour now” he smiles and give my belly a good rub with his white gloved hands.

“Well, im kinda heavy, you know. I think i need to remove some weight for tomorrow”.

“Sure man. Besides, i can pay you a visit after this and refill you again. Of course, if you want me to” he adds quickly with a wink.

My heart jumping in my chest. YES!!!

“Sure, why not?” i smirk, getting really excited. “Its been a while since i carried your babies” i look down at his crotch. He smirks.

“Well, what are we waiting for? Lets get those babies out of you!”.

Soon i lay on the bed, naked, my legs spread on stirrups, and Boris gets his surgical mask on his mouth. He tied the straps over my arms, belly, and legs, and put a vacuum tube on my cock so if i will cum while i push it will get up into the tube. I can feel the pressure of it around my cock. Boris gets in position between my legs. I can see from the looks of his eyes that he is horny as hell.

He unzips his buckle, pulling out his water-breaker (nurses like him did some upgrades and enlarged their cocks to a horse cock size) and holds either the sides of my belly.

“Ready?” he asks through his mask.

“Go for it” i blushes.

With one powerful thrust, he plundges deep into my ass, making me arch my back and scream in pleasure as his cock hit deep inside my womb and break my water.

I came so hard as the tube sucks my seed out of my cock and my hole contracts around his cock so hard. He moan into his mask, gritting his teeth, trying not to cum inside me, but i feel it escape him and he roar as he cum so hard inside me, his balls so full of cum.

After i gives birth and he help me get down of the bed, he blush in apology “sorry i came inside you. It just, i was too horny, you see-”

I interrupt his explanation by kissing him passionatly on his lips. He blinks in surprise. “Dont need to apology. Just come to my house and fill me up with your beautiful babies” i whisper sensually into his ear.

He smiles and takes my hand.

That night was a wild one, and the next one after him, and the next one, and the next…

Mint Green (M)

Genre: Smut/Fluff

Member: Min Yoongi

Words: 4224 Probably the longest smut I have ever written tho omfg

Anonymous requested:  Do you accept smut ?if you do could you do a yoongi smut ? Anything smutty would be nice * i’m a sinner*

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On a certain day at the coffee shop, you met a young, special fellow who had your favorite color as his haircolor. What you didn’t know, is that this guy’s only wish was to become YOUR special fellow.

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You absolutely had no doubts about it. Mint green was officially your favorite color.


Just because of several reasons.

You liked how the color mint green looked so refreshing. The color literally gave life to your life. Currently, mint green was the color of your nailpolish, the color of your phonecase (which was already getting damaged because the case was protecting your precious phone every single day) and ofcourse the color of the walls in your lovely, cozy apartment.

But that was not the main reason you liked mint green.

It was because of a certain young fellow, who happened to have the color of, surprise, surprise, mint green hair.

The name of this young fellow was Min Yoongi. Being the teasing brat you were, you sometimes even called him Mint Yoongi, finding the nickname quite hilarious. However Yoongi thought the opposite of it, so everytime you’d call him Mint Yoongi, he’d scoff at the nickname and stare at you in disbelief.

Being a coffee barista in a small coffee shop was not that exciting. Most of the time, you were just standing behind the cash register, taking orders of customers who desperately wanted their morning coffee so that they could survive their morning without being tired and sleepy.  

Every customer was the same, or so you thought it was. It would be mostly around 10 AM, when the first grumpy customer would enter the coffee shop and order a strong cup of cappuccino. Sometimes customers would be even making fun of your mint green nail polish, saying that the color was too bright to fit the color of your skin. Or that the color was too bright for your deadpanned face.

But when Min Yoongi entered the small coffee shop for the first time in his life, ordering a frappuccino as he looked at you with those lovely small brown orbs and complimented the color of your nail polish, you were fully convinced that not all the customers were the same as you thought.

Amongst all those flowers that looked exactly the same, there would be always that special flower that would stand out.

Min Yoongi was that special flower.

After your first encounter with the mint green haired boy, you found him regularly visiting the coffee shop, ordering his Frappuccino as usually. You learned that he moved into town to finish his Arts major at the Seoul National University, specializing in photography. He simply admired you when you told him that you were majoring in Law, specializing to be an advocate, also at the same university as Yoongi’s.

You soon became friends with Yoongi, to the point that he would visit your apartment often. When he made his first visit, he was really amazed at the color of your walls (which was mint green ofcourse). When Yoongi was looking at your family pictures that were hanging on the mint green walls of your living room, you couldn’t help but find yourself staring at the mint green haired boy, amazed by his facial features. You adored his jawline, which was not too sharp but also not too squishy. That small pout on his lips and the little frown he had when he was looking at the 9-years old you on the family photo that was the most precious to you. And not to forget, his mint green hair that was sparkling the grey surroundings of Seoul whenever he’d walk on the streets. You loved his mint green hair the most.

There was a moment when you wondered why he died his hair mint green. Although mint green was your favorite color, you would never die your hair in that color. When you finally asked Yoongi why he died his hair mint green, he just chuckled and looked at you with his gummy smile, while saying,

“Just because. I like to stand out in a simple way”.

After that, you adored him even more.

Soon, you found yourself falling for him. Slowly, but deeply. However, you did not want to sacrifice your friendship just because of your silly crush, so you decided to keep quiet. Besides, Yoongi did not even like you back, so what is the point of telling him?

That’s what you thought, ofcourse.

“So, what do you want to do on your rare free day off?”, Yoongi asked you, absentmindedly stroking your soft hair while you were laying down on his lap. It was an early Saturday evening and you guys were just being lazy in your living room, watching this variety show called ‘We Got Married’, and sometimes you couldn’t help but cringe at the clingy celebrities.

“I don’t know. Doing this is just fine actually”, you answered Yoongi as you looked up to him, your heart skipping a beat as you saw his beautiful orbs looking down on you. Honestly for you, it did not really matter. As long as Yoongi was by your side, you were fine. Even if that meant watching We Got Married together. Yay.

“Are you sure? Because you’re cringing every two seconds watching this show”, Yoongi laughed, revealing his gummy smile that you really loved seeing. You just shrugged your shoulders.

“I have to admit that I’m not really fond of this show. But you apparently love watching it so it’s fine to me”, you said, giving him a soft smile.

“It’s interesting to see how idols are behaving when they are in a married relationship…”, Yoongi mumbled to himself, but it was loud enough for you to hear. You raised both your brows, and you suddenly had this urge to ask him about it.

And so you did.

“When the time comes, do you want to marry that special someone you’ll love?”, you asked him with a soft voice, making him look down on you again, but this time he was the one with his brows raised.

Yoongi then furrowed his brows a little, which he always did when he was thinking seriously about something. Before you could stop yourself, you were already observing his facial features again. You found him strangely hot whenever he would think about something seriously, with his brows raised and his nose cringed up.

“I think I would… Yes.”, Yoongi finally said after a few seconds of good thinking, and you couldn’t help but smile at the thought of having Yoongi as  your husband, and perhaps, the father of your children. Although being sassy and grumpy was his favorite hobby, you also knew that he had a very caring heart. And that he had this strange love for Kumamon deep inside of him.

“Why are you smiling like that?”, the mint green haired boy suddenly asked, and you could feel your cheeks slowly getting hot all of a sudden. Crap.

“O-oh. It’s nothing!”, you answered him, a little bit too fast you assumed, by seeing the way he was looking at you. “I was just thinking about you being a husband and a father”, you said as you could feel yourself smile again. “You’d be a nice husband and a father, Yoongi”.

Yoongi looked at you in awe. He wasn’t expecting those words coming out of your mouth, considering the fact that you were a teasing bitch 90% of the time he spent with you.

“You’d think so?”, Yoongi asked you, still surprised by those words you said a few seconds ago. You nodded with a wide grin as you sat up, eying him as you settled yourself next to him.

“Ofcourse! Why are you so surprised?”, you scoffed as you hit him lightly on his arm. Yoongi chuckled softly, rubbing the spot where you hit him as he looked down with a smile.

“It’s just because you always tease me and never give me compliments like that. I have to get used to that.”

Your smile faded as you heard him saying those words, realizing that you have been hiding your affection and adoration for him all along. Or well, teasing him was your way of showing that you liked him. Not only as a friend, it was so much more than that. You liked him so much, it was hurting you in all places.

No. You didn’t like Yoongi. You loved him. You loved him so much.

You suddenly cupped both of his cheeks in your palms, lifting his head so he was looking at you straight in the eyes. You then caressed his cheeks, and you couldn’t help but enjoy feeling the soft skin of his pale cheeks against your palms.

“Yoongi, please don’t misunderstand. You are the greatest person I have ever met on this damn planet. From the day you stepped into that coffee shop, you’re fascinating me in many ways a person can be fascinated. You’re literally the only person of which I actually enjoy being with. And you know how I normally don’t like the presence of people.

You are the first one who complimented my mint green colored nail polish. Fuck, you are the first one who adores my love for the color mint green, while before people used to laugh at me for loving that color.

You are the first one who actually complimented the 9 years old me on that family picture, while my other friends, can I even call them my friends, laughed at me because I looked silly in that mint green bathing suit on the beach. Not to mention that my fore teeth were missing”.

You didn’t notice the tears streaming down your cheeks until Yoongi brushed them away with this thumbs. However, that did not stop you from talking further.

“When I literally lost hope in humanity, you came in my life by walking through the front door of the coffee shop. You’re so special you know that? When I saw your beautiful photographs for the first time in your apartment, I adored you for having such a passion like that. Like, I can’t imagine myself having such a passion about something so beautiful and special like that.

You’re so damn special Yoongi. I love you so much.

But, you probably don’t feel the same about me, so I-“

“Idiot. You fucking idiot”, Yoongi interrupted you, caressing your cheek with one hand as he placed the other at the back of your neck, bringing you closer to him, the gap between you and him closing.

“How long I waited for you to say those three damn words, fuck Y/N…”, he whispered against your lips, before fully planting his on yours.

You widened your eyes as you felt his lips moving against yours, your heart beating like crazy while your mind was in a complete chaos. Your lips were frozen against his for a few seconds, but soon afterwards you found yourself closing your eyes, automatically putting your arms around his neck, your hands slightly brushing his mint green hair. Feeling Yoongi’s lips melting against yours like this, it felt like you were on cloud 9, and you wanted to make this blissful feeling last forever.

Somehow the kiss became more heated now, as you felt Yoongi’s hands moving up and down your waist, and you strangely found yourself enjoying the feeling of his hands on you. Yoongi suddenly let go of your lips, and you whined against the loss of his lips, making him chuckle softly as he pinched the side of your waist, making you shriek.

“That was for keeping your feelings a secret, baby”, Yoongi whispered in your ear, before moving his lips from your earlobe to your jawline, and then to your neck, peppering it with little butterfly kisses.  Your eyes immediately closed as you felt his soft lips pressing on the sweet spots of your neck, and you couldn’t help but let out a soft moan as he sucked on that particular spot.

Your hands unconsciously moved to his soft hair, grabbing it as you still felt his lips peppering your neck with deep kisses. You made a mental note to yourself that you had to wear a turtleneck to work the next morning, because you were sure that those hickeys won’t be disappearing tomorrow.

“This… thing. It’s in the way”, Yoongi mumbled in your neck as he tucked on your white plain t-shirt. You giggled at his eagerness, letting him go out of your embrace as you grabbed the hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head, dropping it to the floor afterwards.

The next thing you saw was Yoongi literally scanning the naked upper half of your body with predator-like eyes, and you assumed he was probably surprised of the fact that you weren’t wearing a bra underneath your shirt.

“Are you serious, Y/N? No bra?”

“I never wear bras when I’m home. They’re a little bit uncomfortable if I wear them too long”, you simply answered as you shrugged. Yoongi gave you a small smirk, scooting closer to you while licking his pink lips.

“Good. As from now, you won’t need them anyways”, he winked at you, before putting his arms underneath your waist and legs, picking you up in bride style, taking you by surprise.

As Yoongi carried you to your bedroom in bridal style, you found yourself looking at his facial features again. However this time, your eyes were filled with only lust, and you couldn’t wait to have Yoongi hovering over your body, making you scream his name like a mantra over and over again.

Hell yeah, you were definitely ready for it.

He softly put you on the bed, treating you like a porcelain doll that could break any moment. Seeing him looking down at you with loving eyes, you couldn’t help but smile at him, your adoration for him growing even more. And here you thought your adoration for Yoongi couldn’t get bigger. Guess you were wrong.

However, before you could get to the ‘real deal’ with Yoongi now (which basically was getting laid by him), you needed to know something. Just to be sure. So before he could go down on you again, you asked the question that was burning on your tongue ever since he kissed you on the couch.

“How long, Yoongi? How long have you been liking me?”

Yoongi pouted his lips and furrowed his brows, and you knew that he was thinking of an answer to your question.

“Hmm, who knows? I’m not entirely sure…”, Yoongi softly whispered as he bumped his nose against yours, which made you giggle cutely.

“But the thing that I definitely know for sure is that when I stepped into that coffee shop for the first time, you were the most beautiful coffee barista that I had ever seen”.

Okay, that was it. You decided that his answer was fair enough, so you eagerly put your arms around his neck and pulled him down, his lips dangerously close to yours. However, you decided not to kiss him fully on his pink lips, but you kissed the corner of his mouth, moving your lips to his earlobe, giving it a soft bite before whispering a little “show me how much you love me” in his ear. As you felt him shudder at your whispering voice against his ear shelf, you smirked out of victory.

Sadly, that smirk of victory soon disappeared as he ground his hips against yours, feeling his hardened member in his pants touching your semi-dripped clothed core. Getting rid of those damn clothes was your next mission, you decided.

You eagerly moved your hands to the hem of his shirt, tugging at it with a little whine. He immediately understood your signal, so he pulled his shirt over his head in a swift motion and threw it on the floor when it was completely off. You were totally in awe, your mouth hanging slightly agape as you saw his slightly toned abs and his smooth, flawless pale skin on his naked upper half.

Yoongi gave you an evil smirk as he saw you observing the naked upper half of his body. “Like what you see, babe?”, he winked at you, and you couldn’t help but scoff at his cockiness, before actually pulling him back down again and rolling over so that you were on top of him now. You straddled his lap as you slowly touched the soft skin on his chest, drawing invisible circles on it and bringing your lips to it. You then kissed and sucked the fuck out of his chest, making dark purple and red hickeys on his snow white skin.

When you heard Yoongi’s soft moans, you decided that those moans were the most beautiful sound you had ever heard in your whole damn life.

After peppering his chest and stomach with little butterfly kisses, you lowered your lips to that specific area, hearing Yoongi’s breath becoming more uneven as you became dangerously close to the area where he wanted you the most. You looked up at him and give him a little wink before unbuckling the belt of his pants and opening the zipper. Within a few seconds, his pants were completely off, leaving the mint green haired guy only in his black boxers. You licked your lips at the sight of him, laying down vulnerable with just one little piece of clothing on.

You suddenly felt the urge to be the dominant one in this game. But little did you know, that Yoongi had other plans with you.

So before you could even realize it, Yoongi already had you pinned down on the mattress, so that you were now underneath him. It was now his time to wink at you, before kissing his way down to your dropping core, which was actually still clothed because you still had your pants on. You moved your hands to the zipper of your jeans, wanting to take the piece of clothing off as soon as possible. However, before you could lower down your zipper, Yoongi grabbed your hand as he shook his head softly with a smirk plastered on his face.

“No no no. Don’t be so eager. We’re going slowly. Just the way you like”.

What? How does he know that-

Oh. You remember.

Like, how could you forget the fact that Yoongi once barged into your house with his mint green head all drunk of the soju, wanting to do you right there on the spot. And ofcourse, the only words you were able to let out were,

No Yoongi. Not like this. I like to take things slow”.

Well, right now, you started to slowly regret saying those words. Seeing Yoongi pulling down your pants in the slowest way possible was really torturous. Especially if you were literally leaking right there on the spot.

You sighed out of relief when those damn pants were finally off of you, enjoying the feeling of the cold surface of your sheets against your hot skin. However, you couldn’t enjoy it for a long time, as you could feel Yoongi opening both of your legs, sneaking between them as he reached for the spot where you needed him the most.

He touched your clothed core with his pale fingers, snickering as he heard you let out a breathy moan at his touch, proving how sensitive you were right now.

“Wow baby, you’re already dripping wet and I haven’t even touched you properly yet”, Yoongi remarked as he looked up to you, that damn smirk still plastered on his face.

You literally groaned as you grabbed his mint green hair and pushed his head towards your aching core. You were so done with his teasing attitude.

“Then make work of it. Like, right now Yoongi”, you groaned, not giving a damn anymore about how desperate you were being right now. Right now, the only thing you wanted was Yoongi making you feel good. Nothing more, nothing less.

And you thanked the heavens when he finally obliged, feeling Yoongi pulling your panties down as he softly kissed the insides of your thighs. He also took his own boxers off while he was at it, sighing as he felt the cold air of your bedroom against his sensitive hardened member.

As you looked at his member, with half-lidded eyes, you had to admit that he was actually bigger than you originally thought.

The mint green haired guy then hovered over your tiny body, spreading your legs so that he could have better access to your dripping core. You put your arm around his half-sweaty neck, softly moaning in his ear as you grinded your hips against his, teasing yourself with the feeling of his member grinding against your wet lips.

“Yoongi, please. I need you. Right now.”

As you said those words, you could hear Yoongi let out a soft groan, softly feeling up down there to check if you were wet enough. But you were so worked up that you did not even need the foreplay anymore. And seeing how hard Yoongi was right now, he probably did not need it either.

So the moment was now right here. The mint green haired boy, on whom you had a crush for 4 months long, was now hovering over your naked, sweaty body in your bedroom, and you couldn’t help but laugh at the actual irony.

“Why the fuck are you laughing when I’m about to slam my dick in you now?”, Yoongi asked with a hoarse voice, and you swore that you could feel yourself even getting wetter after hearing his voice in that tone.

“I’ll tell you later. Now slam it into me, Yoongi”, you whispered seductively in his ear.

Who was Yoongi to reject such a beautiful request?

So he did. He finally thrusted his member into your core, and you both moaned at the overwhelming feeling of this connection. You realized that this was the closest to Yoongi that you could ever get. Him hovering over you with his member in you, his fingers intertwining with yours as he was looking at you with half-lidded eyes that were nonetheless still filled with love, and you still could feel your heart skip a beat while looking at his beautiful eyes. Even in a situation like this.

He slowly thrusted his member in and out of you, and you moaned at this amazing feeling that you felt in the pit of your stomach. It has been a while since your last time having sex, so this feeling of ecstasy had you feeling like you were on cloud 9. As the seconds went by, Yoongi’s thrust became more irregular, and you knew that he was closer to his orgasm right now by the way he groaned, gripping your hips so tightly that you already knew that those bruises would stay there for a good three days.

Seeing him thrusting in and out of you like that, sensually moving his hips back and forth while those tiny, little drops of sweat fell down from his slightly dampened mint green hair was enough to get you very close to your high. So when he moved his fingers to your swollen clit, rubbing circles on it as inside of you, he hit your special spot with his member, you couldn’t take it anymore. By then, you literally screamed out his name, scratching his perfectly pale back, which was now not so perfectly pale anymore because of your sharp scratches.

After a few more thrusts, you finally reached your high, and it was the best orgasm you ever had in your whole life. You screamed out his name in full bliss, closing your eyes tightly with your toes all curled up as you let the feeling of ecstasy overwhelm you.

A few seconds later, you felt Yoongi spurting his substance in you with one last thrust, groaning loudly with your name coming out of his lips, riding his orgasm out before finally collapsing on you with all of his weight, his member still in you. He was a little bit heavy, but you were too tired to nudge him away.

After two minutes of regaining your breaths, Yoongi pulled out of you and rolled off of you, laying down on his back as he eyed the white ceiling of your bedroom with a sheepish smile. And ofcourse, seeing him smiling sheepishly like that, you couldn’t help but smile too. His smiles always worked contagious, no matter in what situation.

“So, Y/N…”, Yoongi murmured as he grabbed your waist with his arm, scooting you closer to him, and you happily nuzzled your face in his chest that was now covered in small, but dark hickeys. “Tell me now, why were you laughing just now?”, he whispered in your ear before planting a soft kiss on the top of your head, and you could feel your smile getting bigger.

“Just because… A few hours ago, I didn’t even dare to think of you being in my bed like this”. You could hear Yoongi chuckle at your answer as he tugged you even closer in his arms.

“Well, I surely didn’t dare to think of it either…”, he laughed tiredly as he stroked your hair lazily, and you slightly enjoyed the feeling.

The four words Yoongi then said afterwards were probably the cause that made you fall asleep with a huge smile plastered on your face.

I love you too, Y/N”.

@scsouthernlights has entered the rift

༄ ▐░▒ It would usually take a short time for the captain to get used to new surroundings. However, this was an absolutely different world away from Atreia, therefore giving the captain a longer time than usual to get adjusted to his life on the Sleipnir until he can return to Atreia. If it wasn’t for Porthos explaining and assisting him to blend him in, the daeva probably would have his body destroyed, becoming a feeble soul in this world destined to wander forever. 

One obvious thing is, it seems that relationships here tend to get shaky; just earlier the daeva silently observed a fight breaking out between the fighters while he observed Porthos ( no offense as he respects the man for helping him out ) backtalking negatively about the navigator sitting next to him. Indigo eyes observed the one navigator with dark hues and green streaks in his hair, wondering why Porthos seems to not like him ( while being discreet as he can be mushing his food with his fork and making occassional turns around his head around the mess hall ).

The Prince & The Falcon

Castiel’s dream is fulfilled when he is cast as a face character at Disney World, playing the first “Gay Prince” in the company’s history. Too bad he’s paired with Dean Winchester.
 Written for supernaturallynoble as part of my 1K fic giveaway (thank you so much for your patience). Partially based on this prompt


Castiel sits in the waiting area of the Disney World Casting Offices, twisting his sudoku book between his fingers. Since he was three-years-old and set foot on Main Street USA for the first time, Castiel has wanted to work at Walt Disney World. He didn’t care if it was as a cashier or a ride operator or the guy who cleans up the puke outside Space Mountain, he just wants to spend every day at the “Happiest Place on Earth”.

Hell, it was the reason he moved to Orlando in the first place.

Playing a Face Character though, was the dream, and when he heard about Disney’s first “Gay Princes”, he knew the role he wanted.

“The Prince and the Falcon” had, of course, been a major hit: A love story featuring the first openly homosexual couple in an animated Disney film. The story was rich and in-depth and the characters were flawed but ultimately likeable. There had been some backlash from family groups, but it didn’t seem to have any effect on the film’s success.

Castiel had scoured Disney’s casting site for months, hoping soon the notice would go up for either of the princes, Maurizio or Pietro. He’d almost given up hope when Gabe had showed up with a newspaper announcement.

He had prepared a song, just in case (“Go the Distance” from Hercules) and found a Beckett Monologue. His first audition was relatively basic, just a cattle call-style audition in front of a camera with a single scripted scene.

The second one was more extensive, lasting almost two hours, in which Castiel received actual direction. It also required a lot of improvisation since he was given no script for that round.

When he got his third callback, his roommate Gabriel had preemptively shoved a paper bag in his face in case of hyperventilating or vomiting.

Unlike the first two rounds, the waiting area this time is empty, save for one other guy. He looks much different from Castiel, with lighter hair and freckled golden skin. Castiel finds himself strangely fascinated with the guy. He’s has the good looks that you expect in a prince, but there is a rough edge to him as well that you see less often.

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I got asked to kindly explain this pic :)

1. see the red part? you can clearly see the difference between the background and louis’ chin/the baby’s head. Why? Because it was layered and they tried to blend it. But photoshop doesn’t lie. You tried. *inserts you tried star here*

2. Now, let’s talk about the light blue part. So, a girl asked me “why in the original pic his hair is different? pay more attention to the difference between the white color and the light grey color there. They erased a piece of hair. That’s why his hair looks different, but it’s clearly been erased with an easy tool that photoshop offers you.

3. In the pink circle they added hair to make the eyebrow thicker.

4. Dark blue circle. Do you see that weird grey spot there? Because i can. That happens when you try to smudge something you erased aka his hair.

5. Green area. Why is there a contrast between Louis’ shoulder and the baby’s head? Because they layered the baby but they didn’t blend it to the rest of Louis’ body. Genius.

Henchman meets Henchgirl (FrostXOC)

IMPORTANT NEWS! :D Guys this story will be continued very soon but I have to make a quick announcement, this fanfic will return with two writer’s instead of just one (me). A wonderful friend of mine and I decided that we will make something special out of this story, more informations will follow tomorrow, but be prepared for something that you haven’t read yet. ;D

P.S: If you want to read the chapter again, you will notice a hidden detail about …? Do you know what I’m trying to say? ;)

So guys for everyone who wanted a little FrostXReader here it is, hope you’ll enjoy tell me what you’re thinking and if I should continue the story, because this one should’ve been just a One Shot but I left the ending open for you guys to decide if I should write more or not. :) <3

Henchman meets Henchgirl

Frost’s POV

“Frost” Mr J growled.

The voice of his boss sounded not at all delighted and Frost knew this time, it was his fault.

Oh boy did he fuck things up today.

“Question”, the Joker snarled and circled his right hand with a menacing look written all over his face.

“What was that today, hm?”

“Boss, I’m sorry I wasn’t focused”, Frost stated with his usual stoic facial expression.

The Joker nodded his head than looked back again to his first henchman.

“And why weren’t you focused, Frost?” the green haired man asked obviously pissed.

Today Joker and his men were about to rob Gotham’s most expensive jewelers shop, not because of a few gold necklaces or diamonds and stuff no this time there was something in that store what has been more important than anything they had ever stolen.

Last week the Wayne Foundation donated a fife hundred thousand dollar valued sapphire to the shop and the profit that the shop would’ve made after selling this jewel would also have been donated for a worthy cause.

But this of course wasn’t the Joker’s plan, no way.

He decided to steal the sapphire because this little sparkling blue stone could’ve brought him even more than just fife hundred thousand dollars of cash.

With this tiny little thing he could’ve been the proud owner of one million dollars and an entire part of the whole city in which he had planned to open up another big night club.

But all those dreams were now past, because his first henchman that never ever had made a mistake all the years he had been working for Mr J fucked it up today.

“Riddler’s goons just surprised us, we couldn’t do much about it”, Frost explained, but this was only the half of the truth.

Yes the Riddler stole the sapphire before Mr J, but Frost never have had any problems with surprise attacks, he was the most skilled and intelligent out of Joker’s goons and those abilities made him become his right hand, but this time even a Jonny Frost wasn’t prepared for what has happened a few hours ago and he didn’t dare to tell his boss the entire truth.

But he still saw those crystal blue eyes gleaming at him, and these beautiful lips curled into a coquettish smile as she took the sapphire into her small gloved hands presenting it to her boss.



“Frost it’s the Riddler! Hurry up or the boss will kick our asses down here!” one of the shark heads yelled at the first henchman.

He didn’t hesitate or even looked back to the goon who had talked to him.

Frost already shot four of Riddler’s men down making the king of riddles scream out in frustration.

The sapphire was just a few inches away from Frost’s hands and he already was about to shatter the glass around it with his gun, but before he could do what he was told to, a sharp knife-like thing whirred scarce past his right ear and broke the glass around the jewel in one hit.

At first Frost thought it was a Batarang because the thing looked like one at first sight, but giving it a closer inspection he saw that it was a metallic pink and purple throwing knife with a nearly illegal sharp blade.

This thing could’ve killed him within a blink of an eye.

“Sorry didn’t mind to kill you”, a soft female voice behind him suddenly said.

Frost turned his head and a strange feeling started to grow in his chest, it felt like he was getting sick with a tad of a tingle behind it.

The voice that has spoken belonged to a young girl with cherry red curly long hair and beautiful crystal blue eyes which were hidden behind a black mask.

She was hanging down from the ceiling on a few black ropes, that spy’s would use to invade a forbidden place.

Obviously she wasn’t a newbie to all this, even though she looked quite young, she probably wasn’t older than eighteen or nineteen.

“What? Never seen a girl that stole something right in front of your nose?” she smiled but it wasn’t a devious smile, it was … what was it?      

And what was he doing here?

He stared at her like an idiot although he should’ve killed her for taking the sapphire that his boss wanted more than anything else.

“Well it was nice to meet you, but I have to go, business. Maybe we’ll see each other again” she said and a few seconds later she was gone, just like the sapphire and all Frost could do was watching the girl leave the place together with Riddler’s goons.

It took him a while to notice what just happened.

This girl stole the jewel for which his boss would’ve burned the entire city down and he didn’t do a shit to get it back.

After all those years working for the Clown Prince of Crime Frost never had experienced such a failure and this time everything was just his fault.


“Frosty, Frosty, Frosty. You’ll better make this up to me, or I have to do something very painful”, the Joker growled.

“Every other person would’ve been dead by now, I hope you appreciate that. Bring me this sapphire back, or this had been the last heist in your present life, am I clear?”

“Yes, boss” Frost responded.

“Good, go I don’t want to see you idiots for the rest of the day.”

And with those words Frost closed the door behind him with a buzzing mind.

How should he bring the sapphire back?

This stupid little stone was with the Riddler now and he had no idea where this idiot had his hiding place.

Or maybe the girl that stole it knew it …

Oh stop it, dickhead. She was the reason that this happened.

But she was the only clue to this whole situation.

Maybe if he could find her, she was willing to make a deal with him.

But first of all Frost had to find her.

Just good that he knew someone who could help him with that.

Ricky Preston was the man’s name that had been working for the Riddler before he decided to make business with Mr J.

Or at least Mr J didn’t let him the choice, so it would be easy to squeeze something out of him.

Frost had parked the black SUV outside the bar where Ricky often used to get himself as drunk as possible to forget his miserable life for a few hours.

“FROST! YO MAN WHAT’S GOING ON?” Preston yelled from across the room as soon as Frost had entered the bar.

The henchman rolled his eyes, just a drunk jerk that was all that you could say about Preston.

He wasn’t intelligent at all he was just useful if you needed information’s quickly, he was like the last bus stop on a stormy day.

“Preston” Frost just greeted him with a nod.

“I need your help.”

“Of course, of course! Come on sit down, take a drink”, Preston slurred.

“No thanks I probably have to drive the entire night. I need some information.”

“Ah, always busy aren’t ya? How’s Mr J? Heared his club is going well.”

“Yeah he’s fine. Listen, I know you’re not working for the Riddler anymore but do you know anything about a girl that is working for him now? She’s quite young, probably very skilled in doing burglaries.”

Preston frowned and looked at Frost as if he really was trying to think about his question.

“Yes … I think I know who you mean. I’ve never met her in person but man … if I had a girl like this I wouldn’t be sitting here and drinking shit” Preston laughed.

“Preston” Frost reminded him impatiently.


“Do you know her name?” Frost asked.

“No man. No one knows her name. She’s like a query, but the old boss always calls her like that. Little query you know, because-”

“Because nobody knows anything about her, yes got it” Frost responded a little annoyed.

“And do you know where I can ask for her?”

“Not exactly, she comes and disappears like the weather. But maybe you could try it uptown at the hidden alley … Rumor has it that she likes the old jazz bars in there. A few of our people says that they’ve seen her there lately. If you’re a lucky man she’s there tonight.”

Preston took a draught on his beer, before he smirked at Frost.

“Why the effort, Frost? Fallen in love, already?” the idiot laughed.

Frost ignored him.

“Thanks for your help. I have to go”, he said.

“Don’t let the little query break your heart!” Preston shouted behind Frost.

“Never thought you have one …”

“Me too, Rick” Frost added silently before leaving the pub.

Back in the car Frost was already half on his way uptown when his phone started to ring.

It was Mr J.

Perfect, he thought sarcastically.

“Boss?” he said after taking the call.

“How’s it going?” Mr J asked sharply.

Of course he wouldn’t give up on Frost until he brought the sapphire back.

“Good. I found our first liaison, I’m on my way, I’ll call you back when I found more”, Frost said.

“I knew you wouldn’t fuck it up a second time, good man, Frost” Mr J said then he hang up the phone.

Frost sighed.

This girl better be uptown.


Hi to everyone. 
I’m very sorry to not have post the second post before because i was very busy between work, projects cosplay and family problems but now, fortunately, I’m free until the next week so I’m posting the second chapter. 
You can find the first chapter here:


I started to translate from Italian to English Language the third chapter but I don’t know when I will post that because I’m committed between work and cosplay projects. But I promise to post soon. 
Enjoy the reading!


After that evening, Zoro summoned Chopper in his barracks office, because he wanted to have information about Sanji’s deafness.
- Roronoa, I inform you that today you have to keep a lesson to police school disciples. - Mihawk, his high-ranking, informed.
- Okay, don’t worry. - He replied sharply and then closed the door.
He didn’t wanna keep a fucking lesson with those lazies cadets.
Sanji, who was in the meanwhile in the restaurant’s kitchen with the back propped, piddled with a packet of cigarettes trough his hands, thinking about last evening: the meeting with the seaweed head, the incovenience and embarrassment. He sighed and put the packet in the pocket of the chef jacket, but his mind started to be full of questions about the green boy.
- What is his job? -
- Does he have a girlfriend? -
- And why is his hair green? -
After thinking those questions, he raised the eyebrow. He sighed for twice and decided to start working: he switched the cookers on, even if it was still ten, he preferred to carry on with the job.

Sanji was 21 years old as Zoro. He began working when he was only 17, when his father discovered that his son had culinary skills, like him. He had blond hair with a forelock that covered his right eye, the eye on the left was visible and it was blue sea, light-skinned that when he was over the sunlight he hardly got a tan. Unlike Zoro, Sanji had no earrings or a chiseled physique but he was like a model, with visible abdominals and not in relief.
He wasn’t tall as Zoro: there was only two centimeters of difference.

- As you can see, this audiometric exam table shows the trend of the sound. And it hits by a bilateral profound sensorineural hearing loss deafness. - Chopper declared the study of the policeman.
- Is there a cure for this disease? - Whispered Zoro.
- Unfortunately not. But as I know, the science is working on the research of a cure for deafness, but it is complicated to treat. For the moment, they exist hearing acoustic or cochlear implants. - He added the mulatto boy.
- What are the differences between them? -
- The difference is that … The cochlear system follows out with a surgery on the head. It’s practiced a small cut in the skin and, once opened, the it’s placed a stimulating in titanium, which contains a receiving antenna and a microchip. The antenna is put on the outer skin, above the receiver, in the middle of the magnet. The microchip decodes the information received from the external processor, it transmits to the electrodes; intracocleari dispose tonotopic are stimulated and so are the fibers of the cochlear nerve. The external portion of the cochlear implant is removed at night and in particular situations, leaving the flexibility for the patient to do activities in water. But this implants cochlear sometimes has side effects, it seems… -
- And what would they be? -
- Frequent attacks of epilepsy… -
- What about the hearing acoustics? -
Zoro was leaning back in his chair, his legs slightly apart and his arms crossed, her head turned toward the ceiling as he tried to clear up the mind.
- It’s not necessary a surgery, in that case. In a hearing center there is a person who make ears fingerprint; after that, you can choose the model you want, then the hearing instruments are brought to the company that produces them, and after two weeks they are ready. Then they will be delivered to the hearing center, which will tell the person that they are ready for use! After they are placed in the ears of the person himself, he will finally hear the sounds, but for the items depends on the rehabilitation of hearing and speech. That’s all. - Concluded Chopper rising from his chair to fetch a glass, and he poured the water taken from the Zoro minibar.
The policeman was still thinking.
- I want to assume responsabilities.- Declared sternly.
- What? - Churches confused the other.
- I want him to hear the sounds that surround him. I will opt for hearing acoustics, which are less invasive. And … I want him to be a part of my life. -
- Zoro, it’s not easy, do you know that? -
- I know… But I don’t want that the love-cook remains unaware of his surroundings. -
Chopper, seeing Zoro ready for battle, he smiled.
- It’s almost time for lunch. Are you busy? - Asked the policeman.
- No, Zoro, I’m not busy until three o’clock p.m. -
- Wanna have lunch at Baratie? -
- Sure! - Said Chopper with a big smile, jumping off the chair.
When they took the table in the restaurant, the cop and the guy sat one in front of the other. The latter was deciding what to eat, he was really hungry, while the green-haired boy already had in mind what to take.
- I’m a little worried about the shitty cook. - He admitted, staring at the door to the flag of the kitchen, from which one could clearly see the movements of the cooks, engaged in the preparation and cooking of food for customers. While the food tasted, Zoro was drinking greedily a great wine one recommended by a waiter and Chopper a milk.
- Excuse me waiter … - Zoro raised his hand to get his attention.
- Tell me, sir. -
- Is it possible to come here the blond cook with the curly eyebrow? -
- I can try, but I assure you nothing. Could be involved, since it is one of the best cooks with his father … -
- I know … - Interrupted Zoro. 
The waiter bowed out with kindness, leaving the table and reaching the kitchen, where warned to cook of the presence of the police and the medical student. Sanji tried to finish with maximum effort to prepare a dish for a customer before going. He went to the sink, where he washed his hands and then wiped them. He took off his hat, settlinged blond hair. He left the kitchen going to the counter where he took a soft drink, feeling upon himself the feeling of being watched by someone. He put his glass filled with ice and Red Bull on the tray, bringing balanced on one hand, he reached the table where the two boys were. The policeman waved a hand sign and the cook returned. So did the student of Medicine.
Zoro took a deep breath of relief thanks to Chopper as an interpreter, without which otherwise there would be a big embarrassment and great difficulty in communicating with the stupid cook.
- Then, we have called you because I have made a decision. - Confessed Zoro direct.
- ‘Which’ He asked. - He retorted Chopper.
- Make you hear and help you put the hearing acoustics.
- Because I want you to hear what I have to tell you. -
“But I can’t hear you, even with hearing acoustic. I can hardly read the movement of the lips of a person. ”
- Hmm, I see. But I want the same, because I want to hear what I have to say, and you can talk like other people. - He smiled.
“It’s too late! No one will teach me to speak!” He stiffened the blond.
- Hey … This is America. In the land of the researchers, the best doctors, with the only university for the deaf and deafness progressed and… Leave it to me. Can you write? -
“Yes, but not much. Zeff couldn’t help me and none has ever helped me at school.”
- Then I’ll help you! -
“Thank you but for me it’s too late.”
- It’s never too late, love-cook. -
- Hey!? However Chopper offered me a good doctor. It’s called Trafalgar Law. He will except us tomorrow morning. Where do you live, so I can pick you up? -
“Above.” He pointed his finger upward. “Why do you dye them?” He asked, trying to find the answer to either of the questions that tormented him, pointing to his hair.
- I don’t dye. -
“They look like much to those of a head of seaweed.”
- Don’t divert the issue. Tomorrow at 08.30 I will pick you up, okay? -
“How are you going to come here? They told me that you haven’t a good sense of direction.” He smiled bastardly. 
- Ah! - He put his hand on his forehead Zoro, frustrated. - Leave it to me, I’ll see that tomorrow I will be early like a swiss watch. Now I have to go to work. See you tomorrow, okay? -
Sanji nodded, although unconvinced. Zoro got up from the table, followed by Chopper.
“I offer you this lunch.” He concluded Sanji, Zoro marveling.
- Why? - He asked incredulously latter.
“I appreciate your help and more, seem you adore very much my dishes.”
- It’s nothing. Now you belong to my world, and me to yours. - He smiled, blushing slightly.
The cook felt a kind of weird and strange tingling in his stomach. Was it the sign of something? Definitely he was confused, although he definitely liked women. He just so banish those thoughts from his head, closing his eyes, but when he opened them, he saw the face of the policeman to five centimeters from him.
- All right? - Churches Zoro worried.
“Yes, I only had a light-headed, but nothing of that.” He soothed. 
The swordsman smiled again and again the cook felt the same feeling.
- I’ll see you tomorrow, okay? - Rise up. 
“Okay, okay. Don’t get lost!” He laughed.
- I would love to kill barrel you. - 
“And me to kick your ass.” He said the other, grinning.
In the afternoon of that day, Zoro took the lesson to the police academy while Sanji is devoted to cleaning the kitchen. 
The next morning, there was a miracle: the policeman Zoro had managed to reach their destination without getting lost. Once out of the car, something made him go immediately out of my mind: the elegance of Sanji. He was dressed in pants blacks participating in which was tucked a perfectly ironed white shirt, neck, stood out a knotted dark tie; at the foot he wore elegant shoes lacquer and, finally, on the shoulders carrying an open double-breasted coat. It was so elegant than Zoro, dressed in his gray sweat pants, a white shirt with a cross-section V and cardigan spring, with the scarf wrapped listlessly above the neck and running shoes, the cop felt slightly discomfort.
- Sorry for the elegance. - He chuckled doing giggle in turn Sanji.
- Shall we go? - Churches, opening the car door.
The cook nodded, nodding his head yes. He slipped into the car while the other closed the door, then go up also.
- Love-cook, look … - The innocently took his chin with one hand.
- I give this block and this marker, so you can talk to me, since I don’t know very well your language signs.-
The cook nodded.
- The trip is a bit long. - Said Zoro. 
Sanji showed him the first written page.
“But are the hearing acoustics work?”
- That I don’t know. It depends from your ears. -
On the way they were silent for a while. Sanji admired the landscape, while Zoro occasionally threw him a look, watching.
- Hey … - He called it by touching it on the arm.
- How old are you? - Churches to fill the silence that has arisen.
“21 years.”
- We have the same years! - He smiled crookedly.
Then Sanji focused his gaze elsewhere and it was impossible not to be embarrassed. With all the courage he didn’t know where he found it, he wrote on the paper a question that maybe it would take to solve another riddle on the policeman.
“Do you have a girlfriend?”
Zoro? A girl? It was impossible for him. Of course, the girls were buzzing around constantly but he was attracted only by men.
- No, I don’t like girls. I am homosexual. -
“Homosexual? Do you like boys? ”
- Yes. - He smiled again, perhaps a bit nervous. - And you? - He asked curious Zoro.
“No. I had two relationships with two different women, but now I’m fine as a single. ”
After half an hour spent talking on the way, they arrived, finally, to the destination. They left the car and Zoro tapped the Sanji’s back.
- Come on, eyebrow curl! -
“Marimo stinker!”
Both entered the hospital where they headed to department audiometric, where there was just waiting for Chopper, which widened the mouth as soon as he saw them coming.
- Sanji! Zoro! -
- Hello, Chopper! - Zoro greeted.
“Hello Chopper!” Sanji with his sign language.
- I pray this way, Dr. Trafalgar Law is waiting us! - Knocked at the door. - And it’s allowed? -
- It will be fine, cook. Here I am. Please enter in. - He put his hand on the back of Sanji as a sign of encouragement, while the latter still had that strange tingling in his stomach.
“What is going on with him? He’s pretty damn cool.” He thought to himself, the cook, suspended in thought.
- Ouch, cook? - He incited.
“Eh? Ah? Everything is alright. Yes, yes we enter.”
All three entered the doctor’s office.

Law appeared as a tall and thin man, on face there were two slight dark circles under the eyes peeping, cropped hair were black-blue, with two sideburns visible, and had a bit of beard on his chin. He was a very quiet boy and serious in his work, while, outside, for those who knew him well seemed another person. It was not just a doctor but a deputy chief. A deputy chief of the great importance of the cardiology department and audiometry.

- Good morning. Hi, Zoro-ya! It’s been a while, huh? - He smiled maliciously.
- Trafalguy! I see you in shape! - He embraced the latter. - This friend of mine can’t hear. So Chopper told me to turn to you. -
- Is he Black Leg Sanji-ya? - Churches with their hands in the pockets of the coat.
“Hm, yes. It’s me.” He said the deaf boy in his language.
- I also know how to use sign language, Sanji-ya! - He said, taking then gesturing with hands.
“My pleasure. I’m Dr. Trafalgar. ”
“It’s my pleasure.”
- Trafalguy, since do you know how to use sign language? - Churches stunned the policeman.
- Always. Because my uncle, Corazon, is deaf mute. So he taught me sign language. He took the advantage of being able to communicate with deaf people. - He explained. - Well, we can start. - He then sat on overstuffed chair.
- I’ve looked at and revised the analysis of Black Leg and I can confirm that is suffering from a profound sensorineural deafness bilateral hearing loss… Not wearing hearing acoustics, right? -
- Yes, none has ever made, I think. - Retorted Zoro.
“No, I’ve never made.”
Law rose from his chair, took the otoscope from the pocket of his bag of medical instruments.
- With this I will be able to control the presence of earwax. Sanji-ya, you have to stay still while I watch, okay? - He went quiet and closer to the blond. The deaf boy nodded.
The surgeon 'death’, so named by his friends because of his passion for extreme surgery, checked the condition of the boy’s ears.
- They are in perfect condition and clean. Now we turn to audiometry. -

Audiometry is a medical procedure which can detect the hearing threshold by simple stimuli: audiometry, done by air and bone, reveals possible deficits (hearing loss and deafness) and their severity. The examination takes place in a quiet environment, in the presence of the doctor of audiology which then compiles an evaluation which indicates damage of the auditory system. There are two types of audiometry: 
1) Audiometry by air: with the use of headphones, the sound fed by air through the outer and middle ear to reach the vestibulocochlear nerve and cochlea. 
2) Audiometry by bone: using a bone vibrator and the vibration of the cranial bones sound propagates to the cochlea.

“Sanji, raises his left hand if you hear the sound in the left ear while the right one for the right ear. Do you understand?” He asked gesturing Chopper.
“I got it. How long does it take?”
“Five minutes. You’re here that you turn inward. ”
He concluded the mulatto boy out of the room. Sanji nodded again. Zoro was facing the window of the cab silent with her arms folded across his chest and a hard expression on his face. One of its features. Sanji was able to identify only three sounds, unfortunately, he left the room and headed for the chair, where he sat waiting.
- Sanji-ya has the same disease. -
- It worsened his hearing? - Churched Chopper.
Zoro was trying to understand the conversation that was taking place between the two doctors.
- No, it isn’t worse. It’s in the same position as the previous exams. - He said the doctor while the nightstand drawer pulled out a binder containing sheets that represented the types of hearing acoustic.
- Keep well, take a look while I prepare the molds for fingerprints. -
Sanji, Zoro and Chopper looked at the catalog of hearing acoustics.
After filling the ears with special rubber to make the imprints, Zoro and Sanji had decided the model of hearing aids.
- While I wait five minutes the gum to solidify, you decided hearing acoustic? - Churched Law and he threw away the latex gloves in the trash.
- Yes, this. - The policeman pointed.
As a model they had decided-the-ear model. Smaller models, positioned inside the ear canal of the ear, was almost invisible. They are able to cover hearing losses from mild to moderate and severe.
- Good. After he has worn hearing acoustics, we can’t assure him who learn to speak quickly. But we have very good speech therapists in this structure. -
- No. I will do the speech therapist for this damn cook. - Retorted Zoro convinced.
“What? You speech therapist?” Laughed louder Sanji. “You’re a funny guy, Marimo.”
- What’s so funny, love cook? - He scolded animatedly.
The two following minutes were lost in the silence: both had their eyes on the other. Their faces were getting closer and closer, and Trafalgar Law, with her head tilted, watched by calling them.
- Zoro-ya? Sanji-ya? -
- Huh? Ah! Oh sorry. Anyway I’ll be his speech therapist. -
The surgeon stood up to go from where Sanji off his ear impressions.
- I have to send this to the creation of the desired hearing acoustics. -
- How long will they take? -
- Include 15 to 25 days. -
- Okay, okay. - Declared Zoro.
- My visit with Mr. Black Leg-ya is finished. I’ll call you as soon as when the hearing acoustics will arrived. -
Law held out his hand to Zoro, Sanji and finally Chopper to shake.
- Goodbye. - He greeted in a courteous policeman.
The three left the office of otolaryngology.
- Sanji, okay? - Asked concerned Chopper.
“Yes, everything’s fine.” He smiled stroking his head mulatto boy. Only Zoro could see the doubt on the painting of the deaf boy’s face, but he just shut up.
- Now I have lessons at the University. I leave you alone. I’ll see you! Hi guys! - Greeted Chopper, hurrying.
- Hello! Thank you very much for helping! - Said the policeman.
Zoro pulled Sanji locking arm against the wall of the hospital. He put his hand over the latter’s shirt, feeling the skyrocketing hormones.
- Can you tell me what’s wrong? You’re thoughtful. - Asked the marimo.
Sanji was moaning a bit for the arm pain that Zoro was tightening.
“N-I have nothing. I swear. I am alone…”
The mouth of the policeman approached the cook wiping out the space between them. His tongue touched the blond guy, sucking greedily. The deaf’s knees were about to give up almost but the policeman was able to hold him. After a long and erotic passionate kiss, the two finally broke away. Sanji couldn’t look him in the face with embarrassment and Zoro sighed, lifting his head toward the ceiling.
“Damn! What did I do with him?” He lowered his head, angry with himself.
- Hey, do you looking at me? - Churched, taking his chin gently.
“It’s my first time to kiss with a man.” He declared the blond with the signs, in obvious embarrassment.
At marimo he had to laugh.
- First time? -
- But now don’t tell you’re virgin! - Chuckled in response.
“Idiot! Not that, I lost my virginity at 14 years. ”
- But good boy! - The policeman stole another kiss.
“Listen… Mr.Bushido. Can we go now?” He asked intoxicated by strange sensations the blond.
- Yes, gladly. Want to come to my house? - Said the green, smiling.
The cook nodded, following him. Zoro didn’t prefer to take Sanji’s hand to get out because for him it was still early to speak of “love.” That kiss was just fucking sudden impulsive gesture, as if to symbolize that he now belonged to the swordsman and not to anyone else. After taking the car, they headed towards the house of the green.
The Zoro’s house was on the seventh floor of a building which included seven rooms. It was a nice big apartment consists of a bedroom, a bathroom, a huge living room connected with a large kitchen and a room used as a gym.
- Sorry about the mess, but as you see I don’t have much time to order! I’m always struggling with the job. - He justified the increased causing accommodate.
“It doesn’t matter. But if you want, I’m free until five o'clock in the afternoon. We can spend these hours to order your house?” He asked, trying to thank in some way with each other.
- No, don’t worry. -
“Look, I gladly help you.” Insisted Sanji.
- Let’s do the next time, okay? Now go on the balcony, you sit while I offer you something to drink. -
Sanji nodded defeated. He left the house through the large window. His knees were about to give up at the sight of what lay ahead. A breathtaking view stretched before his eyes.
“Oh God …”
- Yeah, beautiful landscape, right? - The green offered him a beer.
The two sat down, looking with slight embarrassment.
- I brought you here, because I would like very much to tell me something about the sign language. -
“Hm. Let’s see. The verb is always endlessly and last. Before you put the direct object, then subject and verb. ”
- As the Latin, more or less. -
“That? Latin language?”
- Ah, you make me recall the three terrible years of my school life. I hated Latin. - Laughed the policeman.
“Asshole! It probably was your fault that you weren’t studying! ”
- You talked! -
Sanji dropped pinch Zoro, pretending to be annoyed. But the fun and conversation of the two was interrupted by the vibration of the Sanji phone.
“Sorry, it’s my father.” He read the message then, frowning.
“It’s late, and gnaw his ass to the fact that I haven’t helped to cook.” Finally, he wrote on the block who continued to use at first to be better understood.
- It doesn’t matter. And is your job after all. Do you want me to walk you? - He asked politely.
Sanji refused, smiling. The boy could not say well how many times they had come those pangs in his stomach that day.
“Hey, seaweed head, thank you again for inviting me to your house.” He stood up then finally with making stylish and Zoro left the house, while the latter, followed him with his eyes, admiring the whole back of the body the blonde.
- Yeah … - He smiled the swordsman, drinking his beer.

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