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[exmphades]

Good Luck | Minho & Hades

@mpminho continued from here: 

“Ehh, luck is what I have lots of sir,” Minho said with a shrug as he placed the intricately designed macaroon tower  just above the cake display case. He surveyed the darkly clad older man before him. Minho couldn’t place it exactly but there was something rather ominous about the guy. Not exactly evil, but more of withdrawn and rather cold. Like the way your feet feel when the rest of you is covered in blankets.

“Can I get you anything?” He smiled, dimples flashing.

Hades chuckles amused when the young lad replies to him in such an aloof manner. He mutters a ‘good to know’ under his breath, then watches how the young man manages to properly set the macaroons down moments later.

Making eye contact with the young demigod as he is looked at after that, Hades takes the lad in all the same as he is being taken in by him. After a momentary appraisal of each other’s looks, he is asked for his order, so he nods his head once, easily.

“Yes I would like to buy around fifty cakes. Do you have enough types to make that fifty different ones or is that too much to ask?”

[exmpxyoongi]

Black Liquorice | Yoongi&Minho

@mpminho

Yoongi considered himself and Taemin to be very different people, an unlikely pair, but one thing that they did have in common was an intense love for sweets. This led to frequent trips to the local bakery for cookies and pastries of all kinds, trips that were mostly taken by the shorter male, since Taemin was usually tired when he got home from work.

Today he was making one of these trips, planning on getting some light summer pastries; something flaky and fruity, maybe with a cream filling. He was wondering what they would have as he walked through the door of the Black Forest Bakery-- but then he stopped in the doorway, because he had spotted that asshole who had been trying to antagonize Taemin at the Gala. What was his name? Minjoo? Minnow? Whatever, it didn’t matter anyway.

He was just considering turning around and leaving when their eyes met, and he knew it was too late to make a sneaky or graceful exit. Huffing, he stalked over to the counter, deciding to ignore the big tall jerkoff. He would just get the pastries and get out, he would not give Mango the satisfaction of seeing him get angry.

[mperosx]

“I’m not looking for a man to love.”

--*

  “Then just sleep with him,” Eros says decisively.

      “You don’t always need to love someone to connect with them. You don’t always need every connection to be deep and lasting. The beauty of falling for something- and even for someone- is that you can do it over and over and over again. In any style, at any time for as long or as little as you like. As long as you don’t hurt anyone and all parties are consenting, then nothing stands in your way except societal reservations. And that’s your problem.”

   The god continues to water the overabundance of plants that adorn nearly every inch of his balcony on one side. He has come to find that by simply being back and admitting that he is himself in this form that others have found their ways to reintroduce themselves to him. Many just by strolling up and talking. In the case of the demigod in his home now- he had been let in by the lavender-haired boy, Dakota, that frequently comes around to visit.

   The god turns then, the brush of his wings on the ground like a hushed sigh, to look at the other male. His words are direct and to the point but his expression holds interest. A smile as disarming as the flowers he waters blooms on his features.

  “But for the right price, I can make you irresistible.”

[exmpmino-blog]

“You can trust me.”

The guy’s statement elicited achuckle from Mino. “I knew that the second you said your name was Minho.” Grinningat the other in a somewhat conspiring manner. “Minho’s are the trustworthyones. We all know that’s a true fact.”

Motioning at him to come over withquick movements of his arm, the demigod turned around. Looking up at theconstruction of earth he had made which he proudly called ‘Expedition MountPhoenix – Legend Of The Angry Gods’ he waslooking for some other demigod without earth abilities to test the littleroller coaster ride he had created. “So now that we’ve established that I cantrust you and you can trust me, what do you say about a little ride?”

[mpxhyuna]

“You can trust me.”

“I know, love.“ With a sigh, Hyuna rested her chin in her hands. “This is just… something that’s not easy for me to tell people, y’know? They tend not to take it very well.” And why should this be any different? She’d witnessed first-hand how quickly people wrote her out of their lives once she began having problems they couldn’t or didn’t want to deal with.

“So… I have a second job, yeah? I work at Babylon. And I’ve been feeling guilty lately for… for lying to my friends and not telling them about this, but… I really don’t want to lose you. And I’m worried that this will change stuff and I don’t want anything to change.”

[mpxblairkim]

“Is that a request or a command?”

A slight smirk curved the corner of her lips, her head still spinning and eyes dark ribbed from a night to heavy partying - as if the music would make her forget the hurt. “I never ask nicely, Minnie, so let me in,” she responded, words followed by a grown, “I need a nap. My head is killing.”

[mpxkibum]

​❝ wanna go out for halloween? ❞

Kibum nibbled at the cookie in his hands as he looked up at the taller boy, an eyebrow quirked up as he did. Halloween wasn’t a huge holiday for Kibum, it wasn’t that it wasn’t fun, it was just a dumb holiday. He was never big on dressing up and unless the activity involved drinking and pranks, he wasn’t one to participate.

But.

Kibum could also admit a good situation when he saw one. It wasn’t that Kibum had a crush on the other male; he didn’t do crushes. He just thought that he was a cute guy and he never turned down a chance to hang out with cute guys, even if it went against all of his morals that involved Halloween.

“By go out...do you mean...trick or treating? Do I have to dress up?”

[mpxmorrigan]

❝ can i have it? i have a friend who would love that. ❝

"Do you?"

Turning the ring around in her fingers Morrigan raises a brow, looking nothing more than unimpressed with both the magical looking piece of jewelry in her hand, and the boy before her. Neither are particularly interesting to her. 

Slowly, a smile curves red lacquered lips.

"Of course you may have it. For a tiny price. Surely you know we grant wonderful things for a bit of worship~"