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You Light The Spark In My Bonfire Heart

Kyle Rayner x Batbro One-Shot

Word Count: 2.7K Warnings: Explicit Language

Author's Note: I HAVEN'T HAD ANY WIFI ALL DAY BUT NOW I DO AND this is my new obsession and pair and you can tear it from my cold dead hands. Enjoy! -Thorne

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Kyle had an easy morning routine: get up, eat breakfast, brush teeth, workout, shower, drink protein shake, and draw. It was simple and effective, and helped him maintain a sense of normalcy that he didn’t always have when he was up in space. He typically started out with sketching small things, mostly faces and limbs from memory, the occasional suit redesign, then he’d get into the bigger works, drawing comic panels and the commissions he had. And while Kyle loved to be up in space, to be a Green Lantern, drawing felt like coming home to him, like it was the natural state. That being said, he didn’t love being interrupted when he was in the middle of something important—it was bad for the groove.

***

As the second round of knocking sounded on his door, Kyle grunted and stood from his desk, padding through the hallway to his front door; he flicked the lock and pulled open the door, surprise etching across his face when he saw the eldest Wayne leaning against the door frame—rather cockily, Kyle added, because the soldier’s arm was propped on the frame, the other stuck in the side-pocket of his dark tactical bomber jacket.

“Good morning, Kyle,” he greeted with a smirk. “I hope I’m not interrupting.”

The Lantern blinked, shaking his head. “Uh, no, you’re not, (Y/N).” he looked at him. “What are you doing here?”

(Y/N) shrugged. “Had some business to take care of for my dad, and since I was in the area, I figured I’d drop by and see if you wanted to get some lunch with me.”

Kyle took a moment to lean out the doorway slightly, looking down the stretched hallway. “How’d you know where I live?”

“Please, a magician never reveals his secrets,” he deflected coolly, gazing at Kyle. “What do you say? Wanna get some lunch? I know a really good sports bar that serves great food.”

He looked back at (Y/N) and smiled. “Yeah. Let me go get dressed.”

The soldier merely winked in return and with fumbling hands, Kyle managed to shut the door before his cheeks burst into flames, hurrying back to his bedroom to pull together an outfit that would impress the man.

***

Kyle almost dropped to his knees when he saw the car parked outside his apartment building, and (Y/N) knew it too, because he chirped, “Gorgeous, isn’t she?”

He nodded dumbly. “Is this a McLaren 720S?”

“Mhm.” He opened the doors and slid into the driver’s seat, looking through the passenger door. “Coming?”

“Am I ever,” Kyle breathed, climbing into the seat, immediately running his hands along the dashboard and seat. “I’m in love.”

“Wait till you hear her purr,” (Y/N) said, closing the doors, and pushing the ignition. The sports car roared to life and he grinned at the way Kyle’s face melted. “Yeah, she’s a beauty.” He put the car in drive and looked through the side mirror, then pulled out onto the street.

“Is this one of your dad’s cars?”

“Nah, I bought this for myself a couple months ago.” He pulled the sunglasses from his t-shirt and put them on. “This and an Audi TT.”

Kyle huffed a laugh. “Jesus, you billionaires live it up, don’t you?”

(Y/N) smiled. “Hey, I live life in the fast lane. Might as well drive in it too.” He pushed a button on the touch screen and music filtered through the speakers, and Kyle’s face pinched in confusion. “What?”

“This isn’t—James Blunt isn’t the music I figured you’d play.”

“What’d you think I’d be listening too? Rock?” he chuckled, turning the volume down a bit. “Don’t get me wrong, I listen to all kinds of rock music, but I figured you’d want something easy rather than head-bang your brains out rock.” (Y/N) stopped at a red light and glanced over. “You can look through the artists on my phone if you want.”

Kyle shook his head, relaxing into the seat as the melody flowed through him. “No, I like this artist.” The soldier merely smiled in return, pressing the gas pedal again, and Kyle suddenly remembered something. “Speaking of artist, I saw the canvas in your bedroom the other day. Do you draw?”

(Y/N) hummed. “Not like you. It’s more of a pastime than a lifestyle.”

“You’re good at it. You’re painting your family in their suits. Details and designs included.” The artist regarded him with impression. “That takes skill.”

“I’d like to think I just have a steady hand and a lot of patience for stressful tasks.” (Y/N) turned the wheel, coming up behind a line of cars. “It’s an easy way for me to relax and mentally run through past events.”

“Like what?” Kyle questioned curiously.

(Y/N)’s eyes narrowed, but not in a loathing way, more of a thoughtful one. “Missions, conversations, things I could’ve done differently, things I will do differently.” He shrugged again. “Painting for me is just a time when I think about everything and nothing.”

“Well, you’re great at it, (Y/N).”

He snorted. “It’s just a bunch of paintings of my family and friends and military shit.”

Kyle blinked and leaned over. “Wait, is that painting in the den—”

“The one of the F-18 Super Hornet?”

“Yeah. You painted that?”

(Y/N) nodded. “Yep. I got Hal Jordan to take me up in one a few years ago and decided to commemorate the trip.”

“Wow,” the Lantern breathed. “I stared at that canvas for at least an hour the first time I saw it. I was just so blown away by how amazing it was.” He chuckled and shook his head. “And to find out, you drew it and not some world-famous painter.”

“Hey, I could be world famous if I wanted.” (Y/N) shot back, turning onto a less busy backstreet. “I just choose to retain my talents for family and friends.”

“Because of your job?”

“That too.” He agreed. “My squad and I take careful precautions to avoid our faces being seen during any missions for the safety of our families.” His face turned as solemn as his voice. “We do what we do to make the world safer. To keep our families and friends safe. It’s imperative that we’re not seen.”

Kyle cocked a brow. “But you’re Bruce Wayne’s son?”

“I am,” he nodded. “But I’m not as…out as the rest of my siblings. You’d be able to recognize them from press photos, but me not so much.” (Y/N) pulled into a parking spot outside the bar. “People only recognize me when they see the name on the credit cards. And I prefer to keep it that way.” A goofy smile crossed his lips. “The high life isn’t for me.”

“Says the man that drives a 710 horsepower sports car.” Kyle shot back with a grin of his own and (Y/N) stuck his tongue out as he turned the car off and opened the doors.

“Okay, I’m not actively in the high life but that doesn’t mean I don’t like luxury.” He closed the car doors and opened the front door to the bar for Kyle. “After you.”

“Thank you.” He replied, and walked inside, only stopping to turn and ask, “Do you want to sit at the bar or a table?”

(Y/N) tipped his head to the side. “I’m down with both, but I like the bar more.”

“Bar it is,” Kyle said and slid into one of the chairs, (Y/N) the other, and an older man wandered over.

“Well, I’ll be damned, is that (Y/N) Wayne I see?”

He turned, expression morphing into joy as he reached out and shook the older man’s hand. “Jack, it’s good to see you.”

“It’s good to see you son. How’ve you been?”

“Ah, you know me, sir. Nothin’ changing but the weather.”

Jack snorted. “And the desert where you dig sand outta your ass.”

(Y/N) chuckled. “Damn straight.” He looked at Kyle. “Kyle, I’d like you to meet Jack Dagher. He’s an old CO of mine.”

Kyle shook the man’s hand. “Pleasure to meet you, sir.”

“It’s all mine,” Jack replied. “It’s been a while since (Y/N) brought anybody here.”

At that, Kyle turned to the soldier who was busy looking anywhere but his face. “Is that so?”

“Oh yeah. Sonovabitch doesn’t bring his dates here unless he really likes ‘em.”

(Y/N) coughed, glaring at the man. “Alright, we get it. Aren’t you supposed to be taking orders?”

Jack gave him a smug look in return. “What can I get you boys to drink?”

“I’ll take a beer,” Kyle said, and Jack rolled his eyes.

“No shit, kid. What kind?”

(Y/N) snickered as Kyle flushed. “Uh, a Heineken.”

Jack sighed. “And he had such potential. (Y/N)?”

“Gimme a strawberry daiquiri then water after.”

“Still ordering fruity drinks, huh?”

“Hey, they get you drunk faster than horse piss does, you old fart.” He shot back and the old man chuckled.

“Touché.” He slapped the bar. “I’ll bring those to you with an order of chili fries.”

“Thanks Jack,” (Y/N) smiled, watching the man walk off before turning to Kyle who was watching one of the baseball games. “You like sports?”

He tipped his head side to side. “I don’t not like them. I was never a sporty kid in school, but I like watching them.” He looked at the solider. “What were you like in school? Jock or prep?”

“Probably a bit of both,” he answered. “I played sports and had the highest grades.” Shrugging, he added, “And being a Wayne boosted me into the top tier of schools, so, there’s that. To be honest, I think all of us Wayne kids were and are a mixture of every stereotypical category.”

“I can see that,” Kyle laughed. “Especially with Jason and Dick.”

“Shit, I was talking about Timmy.” (Y/N) said. “That kid’s a grade A nerd.”

“He is, isn’t he?”

The two of them laughed and a woman placed their drinks in front of them, both giving their thanks as they took sips.

“Can I ask you something, (Y/N)?”

“My muscles are one hundred percent real. Especially my abs. Which you’re allowed to feel on in envy if you want.”

Kyle snorted into his beer, wiping his mouth. “No!” a few more chuckles passed his lips as he wiped the bar. “Are you…you know…?”

“A Leo?” (Y/N) offered with a smile, but his eyes told Kyle he knew exactly what the Lantern was asking, and he said, “I like the liquor, but I don’t care what label it has on it.”

The other man smiled. “Yeah, that makes sense.”

“But if you want the technical term, I am pansexual.” He regarded Kyle a moment. “You?”

“Bisexual.”

His lips pulled in an impressed fashion. “Pretty fly for a bi guy.”

Kyle gaped at him for a moment, then shoved (Y/N) in the side as he buried his face in his arms and laughed. “You’re so stupid.”

“Ah thank you,” he grinned. “I get it from my old man.”

“You,” he cut himself off with a cackle. “do not get that from him.”

“Look, you know the big man in the suit. You don’t know the complete goober we live with,” (Y/N) chuckled, smiling at the waitress who placed menus in front of them; he picked his up and flipped through it.

“What do you recommend?”

“Hmm…anything with bacon on it.” He showed the menu. “If you like salads, get the steak and blue cheese one, it’s fantastic. Or if you’re more into tacos, they’ve got these awesome shrimp carnitas with chili peppers.”

Kyle’s brows furrowed as he looked the menu over. “What are you gonna get?”

“My usual. Tomahawk steak with garlic butter and mashed potatoes.” (Y/N) groaned and rested his head back. “I haven’t had a good steak in months, and I can just taste it already.”

“So, you’re a meat and potatoes kind of man?”

He grinned, keeping his eyes closed. “Unlike the cup noodle and Hawaiian roll man beside me.”

“Ouch. Hit me where it hurts.”

“C’mon Kyle, hit me with your best shot.”

“Better watch it, (Y/N),” he grinned. “You might be the next notch in my pencil case.”

“You’re such a nerd.”

***

“Holy crap,” Kyle breathed, hands resting lightly on his stomach. “I’m stuffed.”

(Y/N) moaned. “Stick a fork in me. I’m done.”

“Done?” their waitress laughed. “You haven’t even finished your desserts yet!”

“Oh God, don’t make me,” the Lantern whined. “I’ll explode.” He looked over. “(Y/N), take one for the team.”

“Pass,” he replied. “I think I’ve gained ten pounds just looking at the rest of the cheesecake.”

The woman laughed. “I’ll wrap the leftovers for you boys.” She wandered off, leaving them alone, and a blaring ringtone filled the space between.

(Y/N) jumped a little, pulling his phone out of his pocket. “Do you mind if I get this really quick?”

Kyle shook his head. “Go ahead.”

He slid his thumb along the bottom and rested the phone on the bar. “This is Wayne.”

Captain! Finally. I’ve been texting you all afternoon.

“I know,” he snorted. “I’ve been ignoring it.”

Yeah well, the longer you ignore me the slower it takes for the radar dish to get replaced.

“What are you talking about?” (Y/N) asked. “I thought you’d procured one.”

I did. Then the buyer told me I wasn’t registered for official military hardware.

He frowned. “That’s odd. You did contact Thomas, right?”

Yeah. Beady eyed looking motherfucker who serves on the George Washington, right?

“That’s him.” (Y/N) hummed. “Tell you what, I’ll call him later this evening and get it all sorted out, yeah?”

Sounds good. Hey, did you take that guy out yet? Your little brother won’t stop texting me about some twinkie you’re into.”

(Y/N) froze as he felt Kyle’s eyes drilling into the side of his head and he stuttered, “Uh, Nadeen, now’s not the best time.”

What do you mean best—oh…ohhhhhh. I, uh, I gotta go, Captain.

“Yep. Bye.” He locked the phone and shoved it back into his pocket, refusing to meet Kyle’s eyes. “So…you catch the baseball game?”

“Which one of your brother’s thinks I’m a twink?” Kyle asked. “Wait, don’t tell me. It’s Jason, isn’t it?” he grunted in his throat, deadpanning, “I can’t believe my best friend thinks I’m a twink.”

“It’s Dick, actually.” (Y/N) grinned, turning to face him and he reached over, pinching Kyle’s cheek. “It’s just ‘cause you’re so cute and perky.”

The Lantern merely glared at him, griping, “I’m not as strong as you, put I can punch pretty hard.”

“Ooo, those are fighting words,” he shot back with a smirk, letting Kyle go. “Careful, I’m ticklish.”

“I feel like I’m talking to Hal.”

(Y/N) whined, all but collapsing onto Kyle who started snickering. “I’ve just been murdered.” He buried his face in Kyle’s shoulder. “Can’t believe I was just compared to Highball. The world must be coming to an end.”

“Oh, come on, you big baby. You’re not dying.”

“I am!” he turned his head, gazing at Kyle. “You’ll have to carry me to safety.”

“I don’t think I’m strong enough to carry you.”

“Are you calling me fat?”

“I did not say that.”

“You did, but in more words.”

“Alright, now I’m talking to Guy.”

“THAT’S SO MUCH WORSE!”

***

He leaned against the door frame as Kyle unlocked his front door and pushed it open, turning to look at him. “I had a lot of fun today, (Y/N).” he murmured. “Thanks.”

Winking, he replied, “I’m glad you did. I’d like to do it again soon if you want.”

Kyle nodded. “I’d like that.”

They stared at each other for a few moments and (Y/N) smiled, patting the door frame. “Well, I’d better be heading out. Have to get home in time for dinner.” He paused, giving the man a warm look. “Thanks for having lunch with me, Kyle.”

He’d not gotten two feet from the door when Kyle’s hand wrapped around his wrist. “Wait.” He turned and the Lantern leaned forward, pressing his lips to (Y/N)’s cheek. “Be careful on your way back.”

“I will,” he murmured, watching Kyle wave and disappear into his apartment, the door shutting behind him.

[asavt]

Cold Desert Night

By Notebook

Nestled between the frigid deserts sands and smooth sandstones, lies a city that never sleeps. Underneath the starry night sky, it shines its bright lights that pierce the darkness. Drawing those who wish to find an oasis in the harsh dryness of Sandpaper Desert.

Near the edge of this bustling city lies a quaint little nightclub, known to draw in a crowd, despite its small size. Those who maintain the club consist of the owner, an old toad who bought the club when he was young, and five employees. Two of these employees were Djei and Lyrik. Both who work during the night shift, when the club was at its busiest.

It was at this nightclub where the former Legion of Stationary,Hole Punch, got a job as a cook the owner desperately needed during the night. Even though the old toad did not want to hire the former Legion as the club’s cook, Djei, and Lyrik pleaded with their boss. Begging the old toad to give Hole Punch a chance. To let them prove that they turned over a new leaf and are ready to start over.

After begging many times, the owner finally relented and gave Hole Punch the job but under a few conditions.

They must report to the owner at the beginning and end of their shift, including breaks.

They must be visible at all times, except when they are working in the kitchen.

They must not talk back, fight back, or do anything to the owner, no matter what.

And

They must not complain or ask for anything.

The owner told Hole Punch that if they broke any of these conditions, they will be fired without a second thought. The owner even warned Hole Punch that if they anger the old toad too much, their two boyfriends will get fired as well.  

Desperate to earn money for rent and utilities for the three of them, Hole Punch agreed to the terms. Thus began their journey as a cook at the “Sunburst,”night club near the edge of the newly named Shnroomfit City.

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“Remember. The only reason I hired you is because your two boyfriends beg me to. So you better not slack off or else I will fire you without a second thought. Understood?”

“Yes, sir. I understand.”

“Good. Now good out my face and get back to work. Before I throw my chair at you again.“

“Yes, sir.”

Hole Punch clenches their fists as they rush out of their boss’s office and into the kitchen. In the three months they’ve been working here they have been screamed at, scolded, punched, kicked, and hit by randomly thrown objects from their boss.

Even though Hole punch could easily defend themselves from the former bouncer, they’re afraid that if they do the owner will fire all three of them without hesitation. What’s worse is that the owner could also simply fire and ban Hole Punch from the club and take out all their anger on Djei and Lyrik.

Despite their old age, the owner was more than capable of dealing massive damage to even hardened patrons from the roughest parts of the city. Hole Punch could only imagine just how badly injured Djei and Lyrik could get if the owner treated them just as badly as he treated Punch.

No, Hole Punch won’t allow that to happen to the ones who showed them kindness and love. As long as they follow the conditions and not anger the boss, everything should be just fine.

While Hole Punch was in the kitchen, chopping up vegetables and peeling up fruits for that night’s meal orders, Lyrik came into the kitchen with a first aid kit. Noticing the new face, Hole Punch turned towards the snifit and smiled warmly.

“Is there something you need?” Hole Punch said in a quiet tone.

Lyrik merely looked at them behind his mask, before pointing towards the chair at the end of the kitchen. Hole Punch shook their head.

“No, really. I’m fine. I just have a few bruises. That’s all,” Lyrik looked unconvinced at Hole Punch’s excuses for not getting treatment. Once again pointing towards the chair at the end of the kitchen. Hole Punch relents and walks over towards the chair and sits down. Lyrik takes out a few wipes to clean the scratches on Punch’s face and neck before applying the ointment on said scratches.

When Lyrik was done with Hole Punch’s treatment, the former Legion thanked them and got up from their seat. Before they could get back to work, Lyrik stopped them at their tracks. He looked at Hole Punch in the eye before finally speaking.

“Do you want to quit?”

“Huh?”

“It’s ok to quit if you want. Djei and I could work overtime, while you could find another job away from here.”

“What?! Why would I quit? It was a miracle that I got a job in the first place, and that’s because you two conceived the owner to hire me. Plus we need the money and I don’t want to leech off of you two anymore. I already did that for far too long.”

“So you won’t quit?”

“No, I won’t quit.”

Lyrik stared at Hole Punch before wrapping his arms around the cook, hugging them. The little snifit didn’t have to say anything for Hole Punch to understand why he wanted them to quit.

“Does it hurt?” Lyrik asked. Referring to the bruises and cuts Hole Punch received from the chair the owner threw at them from across the dance floor earlier that night. Hole Punch shook their head.

“No, not anymore,” they answered before returning the hug to their tiny boyfriend.

At the DJ turntables, near to the corner dance floor of the club, Djei grumpily checks the cables for any loose wiring before setting up equipment for the night. Even though Hole Punch apologized to their boss multiple times for what they have done to them, the old toad never forgave Hole Punch for stealing his face and turning them into a dancing zombie for Hole Punch’s entertainment.

Djei, at first, somewhat understood why the owner was angry and suspicious towards Hole Punch. However, after three months of the owner refusing to forgive the former Legion, as well as severely mistreating them at any given chance angered the toad like no tomorrow.

Hole Punch was really trying their best to keep the owner happy, as well as trying to prove that they have become a better person. Yet, the owner could not forget what happened to them and took this opportunity to take revenge on Hole Punch.

Even though Djei, in addition to Lyrik, really wanted to tell the owner off and defend Hole Punch, they had little money saved up and little chance to find such a high paying job in this city. As a result, the two had no choice but to stand aside and let the owner mistreat their tall boyfriend like they "deserved” it.

The guilt ate at Djei from the inside out but there was nothing he could do to change their situation. It was either ignoring what’s happening at work or risk becoming homeless and hungry.

Something that all three of them knew all too well.

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“Alrighty, folks. This is the last call for music requests. Anyone who wants a specific song to play, this is your last chance,” Djei said in a forced chirpy tone.

A few toads managed to force themselves through the crowd, up the stairs, and towards the turntables to input their request. Once everyone got their request in, Djei began to play their songs in descending order. As a result, it didn’t take long for the dance floor to fill with dancing toads and woozy snifits.

“Three orders of hummus, two orders of flatbreads, and seven glasses of limonana all ready to go!” screamed Hole Punch so that their voice can be heard against the loud music. Lyrik sets down the empty plates and cups on the metal counter and grabs the orders to serve them to their tables. When Lyrik left, Hole Punch grabbed the dirty cups and dishes and washed them as fast as they could.

Luckily, there were no orders when Hole Punch left to clean the dish, but they knew that could change very quickly, so it was a surprise that when they finished the dishes there was not a mountain of orders waiting for them. Instead, it was just two orders of carob juice and a note from the owner saying to clean the kitchen for the night.

Not wanting to stay overtime cleaning the kitchen, Hole Punch made the carob juice and quickly left to clean the kitchen as soon as Lyrik took the drinks to their tables.

Back at the dance floor, Djei took a glance at the kitchen and saw a tired Hole Punch sitting down on a chair in a thoroughly clean kitchen. Staring into space as they sat down to rest for the first time in 7 hours.

Deciding to treat their tall boyfriend, Djei took his mic and made an announcement.

“Alrighty folk, in a few minutes a new DJ will be coming up to bust out some groovy music and retro beats. They’re a bit shy so make sure you give them a warm welcome.”

This announcement got the attention of the toads and some snifits while Djei walked into the kitchen. Djei gave Hole Punch a smirk while the tired cook looked at them with confusion.

“What’s going on?”

“Well… I was wondering if you would like to DJ for the rest of the shift, while Lyrik and I do the setting up for the day shift.”

Hole Punch’s eyes grew wide as they took a glance towards the owner’s office then back to Djei.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to make the owner angrier than he already is.”

“I’m sure Hole Punch,” Djei said as he put his hand on Hole Punch’s shoulder.

“You’ve been working so hard for the past 3 months, and I’m sure you miss grooving to the music. Right?”

Hole Punch nodded in agreement.

“So that settles it. In a few minutes the turntables will be ready, so you can DJ till your heart’s content! Or at least till it hits 5 am. Hehehe.”

“Hahaha. Yeah,” replied Hole Punch. “Thank you for letting me DJ for the next few hours.”

“You’re Welcome. Now, make sure those toads and snifits dance like there’s no tomorrow.”

Hole Punch gives Djeis a big hug and exits the kitchen with a goofy grin on their face. Djei smiles back as he begins to set up for the morning shift’s cook.

‘This is more nerve-wracking than I remember,’ Hole punch thought when they made it to the turntables at the corner of the dance floor. They haven’t DJed in a long time and don’t know any songs the toads might like so, when push comes to shove, Hole Punch decided to try something they have been working on for a while. It was worth a shot.

Back in the office, the owner was just finishing the last of the club’s taxes when he heard cheers and shouts coming from the dance floor. Curious at what the ruckus was about, the owner got up from his seat and slightly opened the door for a quick peak.

What he saw and heard is not what he expected. The music was a unique combination of old and new which meshed surprisingly well, and from what he could tell the other toads liked it as well. The dance floor was full to the breaking point and from what the owner could hear a few toads nearby, they wanted to recommend the club to their buddies.

Liking what he was seeing, the owner closed the door and went back to work. Looks like today was gonna be another good day.

As the toads danced and stomped all around the dance floor, Hole Punch took out the microphone and spoke to the crowd.

“Now then, is there anyone in the audience who wants to request some so…ngs.”

The entire floor went dead silent as the toads realized who just spoke to them. Frozen in place as memories began to flood into their minds. Then, not a moment too soon, everyone screamed in terror and tried to run out of the nightclub. The toads trampled over each other and broke all the windows in order to escape from the Legion of Stationery.

“Wait! It’s Ok! I’m not here to harm you! I’m sorry! Please come back! I mean no harm!”but Hole Punch’s pleads fell on deaf ears as the entire clubbed emptied out in less than a minute. All the toads running out of the nightclub and into the cold night.

Hole Punch could only stare as Djei, Lyrik and the owner ran into the main room to see what was going. What they saw was an empty club with shattered glass and broken tables scattered around the floor and a quiet Hole Punch who stood near the turntables. It didn’t take long for the owner to connect the dots.

He threw a death glare at Hole Punch before throwing a glass cup towards the weary cook, missing them by only a few centimeters.

“What have you done?! Do you realize how much it will cost to fix this place! Do you know how much money we lost because of you?! Why were you even at the turntables, when you should be cleaning the kitchen?! What is wrong with you?!”

The owner screamed and scolded at Hole Punch, whose eyes grew a bit watery. Djei and Lyrik tried their best to hold their tongues, but the more the owner spitted venom towards Hole Punch. The more and more the two DJ’s wish to teach the owner a lesson.

Their anger reached a boiling point when the owner took a piece of a broken chair, with a nail sticking out of it and swung the broken chair towards Hole Punch. Whom merely braced for impact.

“Take this you stupid- huh?!”

Out of nowhere, Djei and Lyrik grabbed the owner’s tree-trunk arms, causing the toad to drop the broken chair leg.

In response, the owner grabbed Djei and threw him against the wall and then threw Lyrik on the floor. Both of their breaths were taken out of their lungs.

The owners then shouted at the top of his lungs, “Fired! All three of you are fired! Never come back here again! Or else I will-”

“Or else what?” (Clank)

A cold shiver ran down the owner’s spine as an ominous presence grew behind them. The old toad slowly turned their heads only to find a livid Hole Punch with his metal punchers out.

The owner stumbled away from Hole Punch, while the latter was approaching their former boss.

“Aw, What’s wrong? Not cussing me out or pelting me with glassware, anymore. Where’s your rage? Where’s your bravado? Where is that sickening glee when you terrorized me for 3 months?"

"Oi! Y-you think I’m afraid… o-of you? Cuz think… again!"The owner shouted, while trying to stand up.

Hole Punch merely walked up to the owner and stood face to face. Their eyes boiling over with rage towards him.

It was at this point the owner knew, he messed up.

Hole Punch grabbed the owner by the shirt and lifted him up a few centimeters from the ground.

"The only reason I let you do all things to me, is because you were the boss. You had power over my boyfriends’ livelihoods, and you knew it. Now that you fired us,” A small grin plastered on Hole Punch’s face, while the owner desperately tried to free himself.

“I don’t have anything to worry about. Do I?”

The owner begins to shake in Hole Punch’s grasp.

“Want to see how strong we Legion’s really are?"

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"Hey. Hey! DJ! Are you ok? Answer me! Please…"

"Hey…wake up. I know you can do it.

Lyrik finally opens his eyes to see himself surrounded by Djei, Hole Punch and a paramedic treating his wounds, just outside the club. There were a few police officers and medics here and there but nothing major.

"Oh, thank goodness you’re awake. You really scared us you know,” a relieved Hole Punch said with an equally relieved, and patched up, Djei next to them.

When the paramedic finished treating DJ wounds, she got up from her knees and told the snifit to stay laying down until he has the strength to sit back up.

The paramedic left while Lyrik lifted his arms and saw several bandages on them. He lays back down and turns towards his two boyfriends.

“What happened?"

Hole Punch scratches the back of their neck, while looking away from Lyrik’s maskless face.

"Uhhh…I snapped.”

“Huh?”

“Hole Punch finally snapped and attacked the owner while you and I were out cold,” Djei explained.

“The owner attacking us was the final straw for Punch and well… Let’s just say the owner has seen better days.”

“Ah… I’m guessing we’re fired then, huh.”

“Yes.”

“Eh, whatever. I hated working there anyway.”

“Me, too. Only stayed there for the money we needed.”

“Big time.”

Lyrik and Djei laughed together for a bit before they heard:

“I’m sorry.”

“Huh?"

"What?”

“I’m so sorry,” Hole Punch said as they looked down at the ground.

“If I hadn’t opened my mouth when I was at the turntables. None of this would have happened. I’m so sorry,” tears fell down of Hole Punches, while Djei and Lyrik wiped them away with their hands.

“This isn’t your fault,” Lyrik said to Hole Punch.

“Yeah. You couldn’t have known that the toads would have reacted like that,” Djei added.

“Yes, I should have known!”

“………”

“…….What?”

“Do you know how many toads I terrorized, when I was stationed here? Do you know how many toads I scared with my abilities? Do you know how badly I want forgiveness? To say ‘I’m sorry’ to all those I’ve harmed. I just want to make up for what I have done… but…I…I… I don’t deserve it. I don’t deserve forgiveness.”

Lyrik slowly sat up and hugged Hole Punch, with Djei following suit.

They each kept comforting the tired former cook. Explaining that they do deserve forgiveness. They do deserve redemption and they do deserve love. They will always be there for them, just as they were for the two of them.

“We love you,” both Djei and Lyrik whispered as they warmed up the cold Punch with their hugs.

“I love you too,” Hole Punch said, before returning the hug.

Although in their minds, they still believe they don’t deserve forgiveness nor love

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UPDATE [03/08/21]: Nice dude~

Holy Shit

I like this scenario, a lot, I am sucker for this kinda scenarios tbh (let it be AU or canon, it’s just one of those things I like). You just left me wordless again dude, you got a way with words, love it.

Now I wanna draw Hole Punch DJ-ing because I can see that happening. Screw that owner no one can should treat a person like that for 3 months specially after that person has been behaving themselfs.

Keep on your good work dude!! and to you readers, I hope you enjoyed this nice fic from our mistery writter Notebook!

[perseusjackson-jasongrace]

Day 4: “Did it mean anything to you? Did I mean anything to you?"

Actors AU

Tears roll down Annabeth’s cheeks, the bright lights making them glisten against her pale skin.

“Did it mean anything to you?” Reyna chokes down a sob of her own, “Did I mean anything to you?”

“I’m sorry,” Annabeth shakes her head, like she can’t process what's happening, "I didn't mean for it to end this way.”

“But it did.” Reyna’s voice is clipped, strangled on emotion.

“AND CUT!” Someone yells from behind them. “That was perfect ladies! Don’t even need to do another take.”

Immediately they both relax, loosing their shoulders, and giving each other beaming smiles. Their director comes over, as does the rest of the crew, and starts debriefing them. Tomorrow they’d start on the first of many action scenes so all of them needed to be prepared. Weeks of stunt and action-training would all be put to the test, and Reyna for one was beyond excited. Although she had been in a fair number of movies at this stage the action scenes had been minimal and she hadn’t needed such high-intensity training till now. The crowd disperses as everyone packs up to make their way home for the night. 

“That was good.” She grabs her co-stars hand and squeezes.

“So good!” The blonde agrees, “And now I'm ready to go home and crash onto my couch with a burrito and a good movie.”

“Oh so anything with me in it then?” She smirks.

“You wish Arellano, there must be something to drool over. I’m thinking ‘Persephone’s Fall’ so I can stare at both Persephone and Hades.”

Reyna can’t help but agree because those two actors are truly delicious, and from what she’s heard unbelievably nice on top of that. She doesn’t know Silena Beauregard or Charles Beckendorf personally but she had seen them around a few times at award shows and after-parties.

‘What are your plans?”

“Oh,” She thinks about it for a second, and comes up empty. “I don’t know. I guess go home and crash.”

Grey eyes roll, “You are such a bore. You are coming home with me. We can both eat messy burritos and copious amounts of ice-cream and watch the movie.”

“Oh?” Her shock is evident on her face and it makes her co-star laugh.

“Come-on let’s get out of all this and go home. I need a shower desperately.”

Reyna makes haste of stripping and folding the clothes she needs to return to the costume department and then tugging on her own grey sweatpants and lavender hoodie. Her makeup is a problem for later so with a final glance around her trailer she slips into her sneakers and grabs her keys. The nights are starting to get chilly as they slowly slide into winter and it is particularly evident tonight when a west wind blows across her cheeks, biting at the flushed brown skin. 

“You ready?” A voice calls from the darkening lot.

“Yep, just have to drop this off in costumes.”

“We can go together. And then you’ll meet me at home?”

“Sure, do you want me to stop and get anything?” The place their clothes in the bin labelled ‘Used on set’, huddling together as they step outside into the now icy wind.

“No, I think I got everything. I’ve already ordered the burritos, they’ll be there by the time we are, and I already have chocolate and chunky-cookie ice-cream in the freezer.”

Reyna nods, “See you in a bit.” And then she’s hopping onto her motorbike and shoving her helmet over her head. With a rev she is off, racing out of the studios and to Annabeth’s. She can no longer feel the wind on her face but that doesn’t stop it from seeping through her clothes and freezing her insides. She hates winter. Luckily her destination is not far and soon she is pulling up to the apartment buildings and parking in the visitors section. Bright headlights catch her eyes and she recognises Annabeth's car, a bright blue Mini Cooper. The first time Reyna had seen it she laughed so hard the blonde had punched her in the arm. She had to start line runs with a numb arm and a very unhappy co-star. Luckily a custard-filled doughnut and a hot cup of coffee made her a very forgiven friend.

The blonde walks towards her, a brown paper bag swinging in her hands. “I forgot I didn’t tell you where I live and I was panicking the entire ride over that you’d gotten lost and I'd never be able to find you and then I'd have to work with,” She makes a disgusted face, “Hera. Ugh that would have been a disaster.”

“Glad you have no concern for my personal safety,” Reyna huffs, “You only care about you’d replace me.”

A teasing smile twitches at those pink lips, “You can injure yourself after we finish this.”

She shoves her as they get into the elevator and they both end up squished against the cool metal, laughing.

“Leave me be Arellano, or we battle to the death!” She whips out her car keys and points them menacingly.

“Never Chase! We duel till dawn.” Her motorbike keys are gripped tightly in her hands, the grooves digging into her skin, and there is a gleam in her eye that promises war.

As the elevator jerks to life they stand opposing each other, legs apart, brows furrowed, and barely restrained laughter twitching at their lips. It is very awkward, then, when the elevator door slides open to reveal to very confused people on the other side. Quickly they straighten up and move to the back of the box, biting their lips to hold in the giggles threatening to escape. Their shoulders press together as they wait for their floor and they absolutely refuse to look at each other. 

It is a blessing when the elevator dings to indicate their floor. They race out of there, hand in hand, and breathless with laughter.

“Did you see their faces?” Annabeth snorts, clutching her stomach as she tries to let air into her lungs. 

“What if they thought we were two robbers fighting for the right to steal in the building?” Reyna gasps.

“Or two cosplayers trying to fight for the princess’ hand.” The blonde falls to the hallway floor, unable to hold herself up.

“They probably thought we were absolute weirdos.”

“We are weirdos.” She giggles, “Come on let’s go inside before we traumatise more residents.”

So they stumble into her apartment and collapse onto the couch to collect their breaths and composure. Reyna takes the time to glance around the place she’s only briefly seen twice and is surprised to note the sheer lack of personality on the walls. She thought there’d be pages full of weird facts ripped out of old-fashioned medical books, and tons of half-done architecture drawings scattered on the coffee table. And a picture or a few of Annabeth’s beloved Greece with its old structures and beautiful oceans. 

“Are you judging my blank walls?” Those grey eyes are still closed to the world so it is an amusing surprise to hear the question.

“Why are they blank?” She doesn’t bother to deny the judging.

“In a burst of inspiration i took everything down a few days ago to redesign and then i lost all that inspiration and haven’t had the energy to put anything back.”

Indeed there were small hooks, and bits of tack stuck to the wall. “Want me to help?”

There is quiet for a while, and she almost believes the blonde had fallen asleep but then, “That would be great. But not today. Today we feast and laugh!’ And with that she launches herself off the couch and races to the kitchen.

Reyna laughs and follows suit hopping onto the counter as Annabeth worked around her. She offered to help with prep but she was instantly shooed away so she sat contently on the granite top and watched her friend busy herself around the kitchen, unpacking the bag she’d brought in that held the still warm burritos, and grabbing the ice-cream from the freezer along with two spoons.

“Drink?”

“Just water.”

“You grab the glasses, i’ll get everything else.” She points to the cupboard next to the sink. “I’ll have water too, there should be some in the fridge.”

Finally they had both settled down in the lounge, shoulders pressed together and feet tucked underneath them. The blonde fiddled with the TV for a little before the opening credits to Persephone’s Fall starts playing. She looks over, grinning wildly, and holds up the foil cylinder. “Cheers!”

They bump their food together and settle in to watch the movie. And as Persephone falls for Hades, despite their sarcasm and smart-ass comments, Annabeth laughs herself silly and Reyna drowns in the sound. And she thinks, sitting their in that cosy apartment, shovelling ice-cream into their mouths that maybe falling wouldn’t be so bad. She already has her Hades afterall.

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[into1-wonderland]

Baby!Into1 x Daycare au | Intro

(ft. Bo Yuan as the caretaker of the 10 chaotic bunch, ranging from the ages of 3-5)

a/n: hello hello yumi here~ so this is the first into1 au of mine that will ever see the light of day. at first I was going to write things for it, but honestly I'm going to make it into a series with incorrect quotes to attach with it. this post will be the bios of all the babies and our lovely caretaker Bo Yuan, so enough of me babbling and I hope you guys could enjoy~

First off, we have the Caretaker™ Bo Yuan:

my mans is like in his 20's rn

wanted to open up a little day care as like side job/internship because he wanted to teach kids in the future so he was like “might as well start working with kids now!”

and so

he did it

only regretted his life decisions when his devil number 1 and devil number 2 does something bad

other times he really enjoy looking after them! and he doesn’t even feel like it’s a job!

has been thinking about taking a field trip with all 10 of them but he’s afraid: 1) he might lose one 2) he might lose himself 3) can they behave themselves

his favorite thing to do is having all of them gather around while reading a fairytale to them for nap time

or sometimes he would sing a song

he has a lot of favorite things in day care, literally having all 10 of them just there makes him happy

except when lin mo and nine is having a scream off:

lin mo: ahh

nine: aHH

lin mo: AHH

nine: AHHHHH-

bo yuan, running into the room: what’s wrong?

ak: screaming

bo yuan: why?

patrick, with his hands over his ears: TO SEE WHOS LOUDER

all the other boys: *nods*

isnt always watching the kids 24/7, since day 1 when the kids came in he told them the rules of the daycare and kinda just let them familiarize the place

(bo yuan: its a daycare, and they are kids, they are suppose to have fun!

keyu, in the back, mumbles: i wanna climb the tree in the yard

bo yuan, turns around: keyu no)

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And now we have the kids!!

Liu Yu:

4 years old

very quiet, just likes to sit and read and draw

the most obedient one, and likes to follow around bo yuan

well,, most of the time

he’s played a few pranks on bo yuan like:

bo yuan: liu yu nap time is over you have to wake up

liu yu: *not moving*

bo yuan, gently nudged liu yu: liu yu wake up!

liu yu: *continues to fake sleep and not move*

bo yuan: *leans closer to liu yu’s face to make sure hes not sick or has a fever*

liu yu, scares bo yuan: WAH

bo yuan: liu yu dont do that! you scared me!

liu yu: *giggles*

likes to stretch and bend himself in odd positions

(bo yuan: everyday I’m in fear that he will snap himself in half)

kinda an introvert but once he hangs around everyone for a bit he will open up to them and fit himself in very well

likes to organize and keep things how he found them/have special places where he organizes his toys

jiayuan: *moves liu yu’s fan*

liu yu: hey! put that back!!

has really good etiquettes and never really fights or argues or bicker with the other kids

but likes to joke around and mess around with once in a while

patrick: wahhh i put my cupcakes here who took one!

liu yu, hiding it behind his back: idk maybe keyu took it?

the least of bo yuan’s worries since he’s always in bo yuan’s sight, also he’s aware of his surroundings so he actually helps bo yuan make sure everything’s okay

(bo yuan: i made a checklist for myself on the whiteboard and liu yu likes to check things off for me, he said “coloring in the boxes is fun” so now he's the reason why i get all my work done)

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Santa:

4 years old

riki’s best friend

super happy and bright, like a ray of sunshine

is easily scared

lin mo: hi

santa: WAHHHHH BO YUAN GEGE

really likes bo yuan, would stick on to him a lot and ask him about everything

santa: bo yuan gege whats this?

santa: bo yuan gege what’s that?

santa: bo yuan gege what are you making right now?

hangs out with liu yu and mika a lot (other than riki)

riki is older than him but would hold riki’s hand and take him around like a didi

also really likes racing with mika for E V E R Y T H I N G

(bo yuan: yeah couple days ago they tried to race who can fall asleep faster but because they kept on peeking at each other so they basically didn’t sleep till i said i’ll watch for them)

really likes to dance, every time he hears music he would start grooving around

loves learning new things, which is probably the reason why he always asks bo yuan so many questions

also least one of bo yuan’s worries, just gotta make sure jiayuan and lin mo don’t pull pranks on him

(bo yuan: well they dont really pull prank pranks, its just once lin mo grabbed a frog and started running around and showing it to everyone, but lin mo lost grip and the frog jumped on santa)

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Rikimaru:

5 years old

looks like he’s 3, acts like he’s 3, but is actually 5

best friends with santa! always sticks around him and likes to tug on a corner of his shirt out of habit

bo yuan: alright everyone it’s nap time! i’ve made the beds for everyone

riki, sees his bed is not next to santa: bo yuan gege can you switch my bed next to santa? i wanna be next to santa

he didn’t start speaking till he was 4 so he often stutters when he talk and just looks confused a lot (it's because he’s thinking and formulating his words)

santa and the other kids would always have to interpret for him

bo yuan: riki I brought some snacks today do you want cookies or marshmallows?

riki: ???

santa, motioning with his hands: bo yuan gege said do you want the white fluffies or brown crunchies

riki: oh! crunchies!

squishy cheeks,, bo yuan’s favorite thing is to squish his cheek everytime he sees him

riki: gud mooning bo yuan gege!

bo yuan, squishes riki’s cheeks: ahh I haven’t seen you in so long good morning!!

nine: wait wasnt riki here yesterday??

also likes to stretch,, often seen around with liu yu and they just help each other

(bo yuan: i am afraid he will snap himself in half too)

not too much of bo yuan’s worries, besides the fact that he might get kidnapped because he’s so oblivious

(bo yuan: we were playing outside in the yard once and riki just wandered off because he thought the neighbor’s flowers were pretty)

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Mika:

4 years old

also kinda an introvert, doesn’t interact with too many people

usually it’s santa that approaches him first or keyu^^

found a ukulele in the toy bin one time and wouldn’t let go of it (he claims it’s his now)

his favorite activity at daycare is when they all sing together, that’s when he smiles the most and has the most fun

the one that likes to nap the most

also likes to help bo yuan cook once in a while (mostly just having mika washing vegetables and passing things to bo yuan)

very laid back and not noisy (till he starts playing the ukulele)

often gets scared by lin mo’s sudden screams (actually, lin mo scares a lot of people, sorry to mika’s ears)

also not one of bo yuan’s worries, literally there’s nothing to worry about with mika, all the kids just likes to sit around mika and pet his head so he keeps everyone safe

(bo yuan: one time I couldn’t find any of the kids in the play room, apparently they were all in the napping corner petting mika’s head since he just got a hair cut)

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Nine:

4 years old

loud, very loud.

pouts a lot

everyone calls nine cute, even the boys who are younger than him

likes to boss around patrick because he’s older

nine: patrick gimme that juice box!

patrick: you’re closer you get it!

nine: i’m older than you!

literally scared of everything

if he hasn’t seen it before and it’s living, he’s scared

jiayuan: *holds a bowl of tadpoles*

nine, several feet away: WAHHH WHAT IS THAT

the happiest when he gets snacks + real food food

also really likes to sing!! his favorite thing is watching disney movies because there’s so much music in it and he just loves to sing along

he’s not part of bo yuan’s worries because he’s literally scared of everything, but nine is really naive and would do things that the other kids tell him to do so, it’s a 50/50 on nine

(bo yuan: there was an edible decorative flower on keyu’s birthday cake couple days ago, and somehow jiayuan convinced nine all flowers were edible. so today during outside time nine almost ate the neighbor’s flowers)

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Lin Mo:

3 years old

LOUD. VERY LOUD.

probably the craziest most hyper one out of them all

he and jiayuan always have something bad planned

literally doesn’t have a moment where he’s calm

constantly in bickering mode with ak

lin mo: NO IM RIGHT

ak: NO. IM RIGHT

patrick: what are they arguing about?

keyu: *shrugs*

but is also best friends with ak so he’s also calm around him

(bo yuan: yeah these two have on and off days, you can never predict it)

and also constantly naruto runs around the daycare

bo yuan: lin mo stop running!

lin mo: *nyoom*

he also once nyoomed into keyu

keyu: ow what was that for?

lin mo: you were in my way!

and now he nyooms into keyu for fun

a very good mood maker

likes to smile/laugh a lot

would calm down if you show him a movie or a cartoon

number 2 on bo yuan’s worry list because he’s the "bad influence" for everyone, also he reduces hearing for everyone

(bo yuan: i’ve secretly made a tally book on how many times i have to say “lin mo” in a concerning tone this week and he came in 2nd. he was only here for like 3 days!)

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Zhang Jiayuan:

3 years old

YOURE THREE STOP SMIRKING LIKE THAT

couple months younger than lin mo but this is the real culprit under a lot of his and lin mo‘s plans

it’s just because jiayuan has a lot of crazy ideas and he says them out loud and lin mo is just like “yes”

also sometimes they are just accidents, but he's always doing weird questionable things with lin mo

got really sad one time because he brought tadpoles and put them in the fish tank and killed them since the fish went nom

but then started to constantly catch for tadpoles to feed the fishes

bo yuan: jiayuan stop, you’re killing the frog population!

jiayuan: but the fishies are hungry *pouts*

likes to fight/mess around with keyu for no reason

keyu: *sitting there, drawing*

jiayuan, with a squishy hammer: *bops keyu’s head*

but also will protect keyu if anyone tries to mess with him

lin mo: *nyooms into keyu for the 3rd time of the day* jiayuan, hugs keyu: stop hurting him!

the calmest thing he likes to do is taking care of plants, probably because he saw bo yuan spraying the plants one time and he like to squeeze the spray bottle

number 1 on bo yuan’s worry list, this child is literally not safe alone or with anyone. they were trying to celebrate keyu’s birthday and jiayuan tried to touch the candles, while it was lit, by the flame.

(bo yuan: i just got the tablets and haven’t set up children mode, so i’ll take the blame for this one. but also why are kids so good with technologies nowadays??)

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Patrick:

3 years old

squishy :D

smiley :DD

favorite thing is nap time and snack time

somehow knows every location where bo yuan hides their snacks

bo yuan: *getting the snacks that he hid in the piano*

patrick: *sitting next to the window sill with the snack* hi~

of course bo yuan can never get mad at patrick for eating the snacks because patrick doesn’t do anything bad

also he's a growing child

best friends with keyu,, and drags him on to “adventures”

*the daycare got a new toy play house*

patrick: bo yuan gege, keyu and I are moving out so we can go on an adventure!

keyu: I didnt agree to this??

wants bo yuan to add dress up into the daycare games, since he wants to dress up the other boys in the daycare

patrick: i call it, patrick fashion!

not part of bo yuan’s worries till he’s on his hunt for the hidden snacks, just because bo yuan is afraid he might hurt himself

(bo yuan: i started hiding the snacks higher up and one time i saw him trying to climb on keyu’s shoulders to grab it)

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Zhou Keyu:

3 years old

smart, but really clueless at the same time

tall, but has the personality of smol

likes to draw

also likes to read with patrick,, but usually patrick falls asleep so it’s him, the book, and a sleeping patrick

wears glasses all the time since his vision isn’t so good but somehow he makes glasses look good on him???

has a chain with his glasses because there too many glasses incident with keyu

glasses #1 keyu: I don’t like them! *takes it off and loses it*

glasses #2 keyu: *takes them off for nap time, but riki accidentally rolled on to them and snapped it*

glasses # we don’t know how many: *disconnected from the keyu universe*

also like a month younger than lin mo but literally has to make sure lin mo doesnt “blow” the place up

lin mo: what if I stuck this fork into the pluggie thing?

keyu, picking lin mo up: nope you’re not

when keyu is clueless he either stands there or just sit there and space out, not really noticeable but bo yuan ran into him doing that a couple times

(bo yuan: I thought he was an ai that was malfunctioning, it scared me at first but now I know he just doesn’t remember what he’s doing)

oh did I mention this,, even though he’s one of the youngest, he’s the tallest, with that advantage he likes to try to pick people up

jiayuan: keyu pick me up!

keyu: no

patrick: keyu likes me more he will pick me up!

keyu: no

patrick: *pouts*

keyu: *tries to pick both jiayuan and patrick up at the same time*

bo yuan, running over: ZHOU KEYU PUT THEM DOWN YOULL BREAK YOURSELF

not too high up on bo yuan’s worry list, give him a piece of paper or book or anything he would just calmly sit there and do something with it

(bo yuan: every time when we do art or reading its so hard to pry keyu away, he has to finish what he was doing and he’s so concentrated he doesn’t hear anybody)

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Liu Zhang (AK):

4 years old

loud, VERY LOUD.

he doesn’t know he’s loud

bo yuan: ak you don’t have to yell

ak: OKAY

monopolized over all the instrument music type of toys in the daycare

bo yuan: ak you know you have to share your toys right?

ak: I gave the ukulele to mika

honestly having ak is like having a walking megaphone so bo yuan ended up actually making ak his little helper for announcements

bo yuan: ak go tell everyone is lunch time

ak: alright!

ak: *da da da running to fetch his little stool*

ak, stands on a little stool in the middle of the play room: ITS LUNCH TIMEEEEEE-

nine, swats ak’s leg: YOU SCARED ME

the only time ak is quiet is when he’s around lin mo, he kinda just likes to watch lin mo and follow him around so that’s that

unless lin mo starts messing with him, then you just lose your hearing for the day

also at first bo yuan was trying to see what ak is interested in, and he taught ak hot cross buns on the bells and thought that would calm ak down,, but oops ak ended up making more noises

patrick: I WANNA SLEEP AK

(bo yuan: I swear something happened to this kid or something. he’s not hard of hearing but he’s just naturally so loud)

i too would lose my hearing if im around ak so much

not to high on bo yuan’s worries but he just make sure ak isn’t being too loud and bothering the other kids, usually he’s pretty good about that but you never know when a little patrick will start napping or anyone really so gotta contain his energy

(bo yuan: ak is usually the first one that’s awake from nap time but its usually like 5-10min before everyone else so i told him he can go and play but he just has to be quiet)

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alrighty !! now you've met everyone in the daycare, what kind of fun and chaotic adventures are they going to have??

(all future daycare au things will be incorrect quotes + short little one shots, this intro mostly served as a bio so you understand their personalities a bit, and i hope you enjoyed it!)

[melbee]

Biker Babe’

David Lee Roth x Reader

Summary: You thought keeping a relationship between an ordinary Catholic school girl and a notorious, eccentric rockstar should be kept under wraps. So when you agree for him to pick you up after school... well ordinary was never in David’s vocabulary.

Note: My first ever one-shot, let alone fan fiction. However, I couldn’t resist after this idea had been on my mind. Hope you enjoy :)

Warnings: none ;) except for some ass-grab lol

Words: 1,894 

~Late May, 1983~

“y/n?” I heard my best friend whisper over to me, tugging on the lapels of my jacket harshly, as I looked up from my textbook.

“Yeah? What is it?” I said, a bit of annoyance seeping through my tone as I flicked my gaze between my friend and the text I currently read in the library, my mind riddled with anxiety due to the exam that now loomed over me.

If I can get at least a B in life science, I’ll be able to have a stress-free summer. Warm, tropical breezes... a delicious rockstar-

“Er.. well.. the librarian is trying to get you to go over there.. she seems to be talking to someone on the phone..” she said to me a hint of peculiar curiosity in her orbs, as her eyes were now dead set on the old woman, that looked menacingly at us.

“Okay...” I replied hesitantly, not quite sure as to why it seemed too important until a devious smile loomed over my friends face as she swiveled her head.

“Do you think it’s...” she said as she stopped before completing her sentence.

I laughed and shook my head. “I don’t think so Ann, he’s hardly back from tour.. plus he’s got more important things..”

“Oh shut up you dimwit, now go answer.” She said as she pulled me up rather forcefully to my unfortunate demise.

I sighed as I gave her a pointed look before walking my way over to the main desk, the click of my leather shoes in time to the beat of my heart. why was I so nervous? It couldn’t be him..

“Hello, Sister.”

I finally made my way over to the desk as I perched my hands flat on the table looking up at the librarian who stared at me pointedly. “Glad you could finally make it Ms. y/l/n, I have a man on the line who would like to speak to you..”

My eyes widened as my curiosity set in, who could possibly be calling, let alone the library line, how would they have known I was in here? I went to reach for the phone, but the lady hesitated. Uh oh... here comes the lecture..

“I would advise next time, Ms. y/l/n, to not have visitors call until the specific time-set hours occur, and being at the designated call stations, not the library desk. However, he seemed urgent, be thankful.” She said as she raised her head high her veil swooshing menacingly behind her.

“I am Sister, God bless.” I bowed my head, trying not to snicker, and looked up, her gaze tinged only minor approval before motioning for me to come to the side.

I smiled as I grabbed the phone connected to the dialer and brought it near to me, putting the phone up to my face.

“Hello?” I said hesitantly

“Do you always say ‘Sister’ to your teachers, or is there something I should know about your extended family?” A familiar deep voice sounded out of the phone, as a giddy smile loomed over my face.

“More of a religious thing.. David.. I... why are you calling?” I asked as a confused looked came over my face.

“Why do you sound surprised, doll? You are my significant other..” He said as he chuckled a bit over the phone.

“I mean.. yeah I just thought you would’ve been a bit busy all with getting back to town from tour...” I said as I twirled the cord around my fingers as I glanced toward librarian who gave me a glare, as if to say to speed things up.

“Nonsense, I always have time for my best girl.” He said as I picture that cheesy, adorable smile fall on his face, my heart thumping at just the mere image of seeing him. Oh god I missed him..

“Well, what do you have in mind, hot shot?” I asked grinning.

“Hm.. what are you wearing?” He asked slowly, drawing it out as if he were trying to entice me.

I rolled my eyes as I bit my lip, “Behave.. I’m wearing my skirt.. why?”

“Oh perfect! We’ll blend well today then.” He said over the phone, as I paused my reply as I realized his actual words.

“What do you mean? Today?” I asked, as I was thinking of any plans I had, and the absurdity that would be David, picking me up.

“Yes the day is today, and I figured being the great boyfriend that I am, I’ll carpool you.” He said, as I heard shuffling over the phone, and the vaguely familiar sound of his garage door opening.

“David.. I don’t know.. what if people recognize you?” I asked hesitantly over the phone. I was worried this secret of ours would be foiled.

“I thought Catholics had too many sticks up there asses to care about rockstars?” He said as he laughed at his own joke. Typical.

I rolled my eyes, “You underestimate the power of 20 year olds..”

“I sure did, for one in particular...” he said as he seemed to draw into thought. My heart swooned at his little statement, and knew he had won me over with his little plan.

“Fine.. be chill..” I asked. My nerves seeping in at what might happen.

“Baby I’ll be borderline frozen” He said so firmly.

He was NOT borderline frozen.

As I stood near the gate of where cars came through to pick up friends and family for weekend vacation, I heard a rumble vibrate the ground.

It became ever louder and apparent, as the rumbling got closer till you could make the figure of a dark, black motorcycle with custom shining leather, and gold encrusted finishings between seat and the grooves of the wheels. 

While the bike was classy-rocker and bright, the man who laid so smooth on it, had even more going for him. He sat so confidently in his all leather ensemble his bell bottomed leather pants flowing, along with that mane of hair. A clean-fitted leather jacket showing off the dips of muscle, and chest hair he displayed so confidently. Shades sat atop his face so effortlessly, making the cut of his jaw so powerful, a cigarette hanging loosley on his full lips.

I watched as nearby girls in their cliques and parades stop, their jaws dropped, and gazes etched with awe, confusion, and most definitely desire.

I looked to my right to see my friends’ jaw dropped as well as she looked to him then to me, as he got closer. “Oh. my. God.”

I wish I could kill that man...

“Ann... You’ve met David before..” I said as I gave her a pointed look, not before turning my head to watch as he made his way closer to where we were.

“Uhm.. only briefly until he wooshed you away for some romantic, rocker, sexy time..” She said as her eyes followed the movement of the motorcycle. 

I couldn’t help but snort at her, “Really...’rocker-sexy time’?” I said as I looked at her incredulously. 

She flicked my arm as she rolled her eyes, “I saw it in a movie.. look are you going to get your ass over there, or are you going to let those girls drool all over your man?”

She was indeed correct, as he made a stop to the main front, before turning off his bicycle, and hopping off, the sway of his hips so unfairly evident, as he leaned on the front of his bike, taking a drag of his cigarette. 

I saw a couple girls try and make their descent towards David, but not before my friend pushed me down the steps, in a fast attempt to get me there first, not before making me stumble slightly right directly in his line of sight.

I glared at my friend as she shrugged and gave me a hug, and an air kiss to David before skipping excitedly to the side, where she waited for her ride. 

I tucked my y/h/c hair to my ear, as David and I finally made contact for the first time in a while. I sucked in a breath as I finally really reeled in the glory that hailed from such an aura as him, his leather combo really did suit his assets well.

and I mean all of his assets.

His eyes glowed as he crushed his cig out and onto the floor much to my dismay, he smiled brightly as he drew a finger beckoning me forward to him as a mischevious look filled his eyes..

I made my way to his arms length, no sooner grabbing him into a bone crushing hug, kissing the sides of his face, his jaw, his nose, then his lips.

He grinned as he grazed his hand under my skirt, grabbing my ass to pull me in closer, biting my lip, until we found ourselves in a steamy french kiss. 

No doubt we had everybodys attention now.

He groaned as we groped each other in effort to make up for some sort passion we had missed when we were not together. “God.. I missed my little school girl..”

I laughed as I pulled away, trying not to get too ahead of ourselves. “I missed my golden-haired rockstar..” He laughed at my comment, and gave me one last kiss, the tips of his fingers grazing my lip gently.

“Well, come on we’ve got to get this school girl back home...for some much needed home-work.” He said as he slapped my ass playfully, my face-cheeks burning as he grabbed my hand toward the other side of the bike and watched as he stepped on first.

Thankfully, this wasn’t my first bike ride with David, and I shimmied my way on the back, straightening the ends of my skirt to the best of my ability.

I may not be afraid to make-out with my boyfriend in public, but I still need to maintain some decency.

I grabbed onto the sides of his waist, feeling the firmness of the muscle, and felt it stretch as he reached down to adjust the seat before popping his shades onto his nose.

“Oh I almost forgot!” He said as he made a point to put his finger in the air, he grabbed a pair of shades from his pocket and handed it to me. “To my newly recruited biker babe’, may this signify a start of our journey as a bike couple.” 

I laughed loudly, as I grabbed the shades and put them on, “Which I’m sure is very different from a normal couple..?”

“But of course..” He said as he grabbed my leg and patted it. “Now let’s get a move on, gorgeous.”

He started the bike, a soaring rumble gravitated across the plaza, signifying again of where we were, and who we were. “I’ve got a new title for a song.”

“Oh yeah and what’s that?” I whispered in his ear, as the rumble started to make our voices incomprehensible.

“Hot For Student!” He yelled loudly, so loud in fact I’m sure the whole school had heard him as he started off out of the line and toward the exit.

We turned the corner, and pushed on the gas as we drove toward the West Coast sunset, a smile not once leaving my face.

[the-mandalorian-clone-lover]

Ok y’all, I have gathered enough nerve or something and here it is :D

This is kind of the description and then I’ll put the reference photos and the first part under the read more thingy.

Roman is a mob boss and is played by Ewan McGregor (he’s 100% a hopeless romantic and wants someone to cherish, when he finds that person he will literally do anything to keep them, not afraid of much), Erica (She wants to be loved despite her Asexuality, she is afraid it’s impossible, and she isn’t willing to do much to make it happen because she’s convinced it’s impossible) is his girlfriend. Butcher is basically Kronk from the Emperor’s new groove (because he’s enormous and adorable and I love him).

Second part here

Ok so top is Butcher, he’s probably 6′5 in my mind or more? Probably has tattoos, I’ll leave that up to your imagination. Second is Roman (who is Ewan obvs but this is about the age I picture him). Third is Erica, I picture her between 26&28 and Roman 30 or 32, so there is an age gap but it isn’t more than 4-6 years. She’s 5′11 and Roman is 5′10, that’s a surprise tool that will help us later, and yeah I think that’s about it.  Story below :)

Oh– Warnings?: Talking about coming out, Erica yells a sentence or two but she’s frustrated, silly self-indulgence? Excessive tooth-rotting fluff

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(The song he sings is Your Song from Moulin Rouge)

Roman’s been deep in thought in the back of the car the entire ride and Butch has finally had enough.

“Somethin’ going on boss?”

Roman sighs, “Erica texted that she wanted to talk to me instead of doing dinner tonight.” He pauses before evidently deciding to give Butch the whole story, looking at his feet as he does so. “I asked her at dinner two days ago if she wanted to be official and now, I’m wondering if it was too soon. Did I scare her off?” Roman’s eyes come back to Butch’s as he asks and for a moment he’s at a loss, thankfully Roman continues before he has to answer. “I know I tend to..” his eyes go to the window, eyes searching it as if it holds the right words “..do things a little old fashioned. Commit to each other, take care of each other, do people, not do that anymore?” He asks the question desperately and Butch ponders a moment before responding.

“Maybe not out there, but if anyone would want a little old fashioned, I think it’d be Ms. Erica.” They’ve been dating a month or so now, strictly dinner and walking in the park type dates, she had come to the pent house once, but only so Roman could give her a one month anniversary present; a necklace (it had been simple but elegant, Butch had helped pick it out).

Roman’s eyes make their way back to him, “What do you mean?”

Butch pauses, tilting his head and looking down before answering “She’s got an old soul, and she’s not the kind of woman you could get away with not treating her right.”

Roman had nodded his assent before opening his mouth but the stop of the car cuts him off.

Butch waits till they’re both out of the car before speaking again. “Do you want me to follow you up?”

It’s a matter of protocol, some days Butch sweeps the penthouse before Roman goes in, just to be sure, but at this moment Roman is pretty sure there could be snakes in his house and it wouldn’t be worse than the thought of Erica leaving him. Its early to be so attached, he knows this, but she’s so lovely and wonderful and one-of-a-kind that he hates to see her go so soon, when there’s so much he hasn’t gotten to say to her. He braces himself inwardly though, putting on a brave face for Butch.

“No, I’ll be alright, I’ll let you know if we decide to go for dinner after all.” He tries to smile but knows Butch sees right through it. Butch pulls him in by the shoulders for a hug before holding him at arms-length.

“Don’t go getting all mopey before she’s even talked to ya, maybe she’s already made dinner and that’s why.”

“It’s much too early for that, I hope she doesn’t think she has to—”

Butch is turning him and shoving him towards the door.

“Go on lover boy, face your music and don’t be a wimp!”

Roman drags himself up the stairs, feeling like a glutton for punishment at this moment, straightening himself up before opening the door. He almost regrets forgetting to knock before remembering this is his house and choosing instead to call out.

“Erica? Darling? I’m a little early, didn’t want to startle you.”

She appears in the entryway that leads to the living room, looking a little nervous herself.

“I-“ She takes a deep breath, eyes never leaving him “Thank you for having them let me in, what I wanted to talk to you about is a more personal matter.”

Well. That certainly didn’t sound like a precursor to a break-up.

“Of course” Roman responds, trying to sound as at-ease as possible. “Can I get you anything?” His eyes sweep her figure and upon realizing she’s abandoned her shoes he begins to toe off his own, leaving them next to hers in the doorway.

She’s shaking her head when he looks up. “No, thank you, I brought some cookies I made, they’re in here.” With that she turns back to the sitting room and begins to walk away. He hurries after her but tries to allow her space still. He takes the moment to look at her. She’d looked ill at ease in the foyer, a large OD green sweatshirt (that had probably seen better days) that said ‘Property of Middle Earth’ in worn white letters nearly swallowing her, hair down and falling in her face, she’d pushed it behind her ears twice as they walked. She’s wearing the black jeans she says are her favorites, everything seems to point to her dressing for comfort. She pushes the sweatshirt sleeves up to her elbows before sweeping the container off the coffee table and holding it out to him.

“I remember you said you liked macadamia nut, it’s my first time making them though.”

He nods, taking the box, also taking care to brush his fingers against hers as well as he can without raising suspicion. He takes off the lid, taking a deep breath before looking up to her in awe, “These smell amazing!” He smiles before looking down again, grabbing one to hold it out to her. “Share?”

She smiles thinly, shaking her head again, (Roman doesn’t think he’s ever seen her shake her head this much) before answering “No, I’m alright. Not very hungry anyway.”

Erica knows its not a convincing answer but what can she say? She’s been dreading this conversation ever since she started having feelings for Roman and when he had asked her to think about being officially together, she’d known she couldn’t put it off any longer. She looks at the floor again, remembering that she’s wearing her favorite sweatshirt and that if anyone from Middle Earth were here they’d be encouraging her (maybe not Sauron but he wasn’t really the encouraging type) and probably giving her an awkward thumbs up from behind Roman’s couch. She smiles at the comforting thought and looks back up at him. No matter what his response was, she’d handle it. She’d come this far. She sits down (albeit a little rigidly) on the couch behind her, and Roman follows her lead, sitting in the chair diagonal from the coffee table.

She takes another deep breath, this is it. “I’m just going to come right out and say it—”

“Do you want to break up?”

Roman’s on the edge of his chair, gripping the container and looking at her with, fear? Dread? She isn’t sure but it isn’t a positive emotion that’s etched into his face. He’s not the only one.

“No,” she says it carefully, deliberately, before continuing past what she knows is the point of no return. “But you might”.

It feels like a bomb went off. Roman actually leans back in the chair before blinking rapidly, attempting to process. “Did–“ he supposes ‘cheating’ might be too strong a word if they’re actually not even together but he isn’t sure what else they would split over.

“It isn’t something I did. It’s something I am.” Erica is resisting the urge to cry now, it doesn’t matter how many times she talks about it, it doesn’t seem to get easier when you care what the other person responds with. She’s looking at the floor when she hears shuffling and feels the couch dip next to her. She looks over to find Roman seated on the far end, reaching slowly to hover a hand above her shoulder.

“Whatever it is, we’ll work through it. It’s not as if anything is irreconcilable.” He pauses and Erica really is bracing now, nearly wanting to get up and run from the room in preparation for the inevitable.

“Unless you’re actually an orc. Or you like eating hummus. I have to draw the line somewhere.”

He says it as if it were obvious and she smiles, shaking her head before breathing out shakily. “It’s, well, its neither of those things.” She says, finally looking him in the eye, reaching up to guide his hand down to her shoulder. If nothing else, she’ll enjoy these last few minutes of comfort he offers before it’s all over.

“I’m asexual.”

Its out. And while it does take a weight off her chest, she isn’t sure it’s gone for good.

Roman blinks, tilting his head, “Tell me what that means?”

It’s a request. Not a demand, he didn’t fill the air with his assumptions, he just asked. That’s a new one.

“Well, it um,” Erica takes another deep breath, reaching out to grab his other hand in both of hers and fastening her eyes to them before spitting out the rest in a rush, “It means I don’t experience sexual attraction.”

He’d already started stroking the fingers he could reach when she took his hand hostage and he doesn’t stop when she finishes. She doesn’t move though, she’s waiting for it to sink in. Either he’ll tell her to get out, tell her that that isn’t a thing, or that he can fix her. She’s already got a plan for all three.

“Ok.” He says it as if she’d just told him it was cloudy outside. “How do you want me to respond?”

She brings her eyes back to his slowly, mouth agape. She can’t even be bothered to close it either, somehow, he’s managed to say the one thing she never expected.

“How do I want you to respond?”

“Well, I know that I don’t know exactly what you need or want to hear, so I’m asking.” He says it all so gently, as if he were trying to comfort her, as if he could sense how hard it was to say this, could he? “I want to support you” he says with conviction, “Sometimes you might have to tell me how.”

His gentle tone never fades, if anything it only sounds more genuine as he continues, moving his hand to hover next to her cheek. She leans into it, sniffing softly and closing her eyes against the tears. It’s hardly the time to cry now. Gathering herself she opens her eyes.

“You need to understand sex is something I might not ever be able to give you.” As sweet as he is, she won’t let him commit to something if he doesn’t even understand what it means. “I’ve, had,–“ now her eyes are back in her lap, withdrawing her hands from his, “experiences, but, I didn’t like them. And since I don’t have the desire anyway, it’s possible I’ll be like this forever.” She’s painting it bleakly but what else is there to say? She’s never been supported by any partner or friend and she isn’t sure she’d even know how to handle it if she was. Part of her does want to break up with Roman now, end it all before he can, give herself control of the situation before it gets any more uncomfortable.

“Why do you say it as if you were broken?”

Shock. That’s what she’s feeling, bringing her eyes up to look at Roman as if he’d grown two heads. Opening and closing her mouth twice before finally blurting out

“Isn’t that what you think?” She’s standing now, words falling out of her mouth in a rush of fear and anger, “Isn’t that what everyone thinks?! Isn’t that what you’re supposed to say? That I can’t be anything other than a robot if I don’t want” she gestures fiercely “that!? As if I wasn’t a whole person without it?” Roman is standing now but she can’t stop “As if there was no way two people could be together without doing it??” Her voice has somehow been getting louder all through her rant and everything’s getting blurry as the tears start “As if I were making the whole thing up?” He’s closer now, and she stumbles back, yelling a final, “AS IF I WASN’T A REAL PERSON BECAUSE OF IT??” before she collapses into his arms. She’s sobbing in earnest now, gripping onto him as tightly as she can. This has never happened. Every other time she’s always handled the rejection, the teasing, the downright harassment before calmly leaving and never coming back but, somehow, it’s Roman being kind to her that finally causes her to break. All the frustration, hurt and confusion finally pouring out in her tears. He’s just stroking her back with one hand, the other cradling her head against his shoulder. Between the sobs she can hear his voice, but he doesn’t seem to be saying much other than ‘its alright’ and telling her to let it out, saying that he’s here and he’s not leaving. It helps.

When the sobs subside to hiccups she wraps her arms a little tighter around him and takes a breath before sniffing.

“Can I have a tissue?” She says it as softly as she can, she doesn’t really want him to leave but she’s starting to worry for whoever does the wash. He seems to pick up on her reluctance to separate, instead taking the arm from her back to reach behind and down for the box on the coffee table. He fumbles in the awkward position for a moment, causing them both to huff in good humor before standing straight and holding it up by her face. She takes it.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said all those things to you.”

She mumbles it without ever moving, choosing to reach over his shoulder to wipe her face, if he’s willing to keep holding her, she isn’t going to make him stop.

He goes back to petting her hair softly, answering in the same tone, careful to keep his voice low. “Don’t apologize. If someone said those horrible things to me, I’d be upset too.”

She sighs quietly. He must not understand still.

“But everyone thinks they’re true. That’s the problem.” She says it matter-of-factly, her arms loosening a bit to rest on his shoulder blades before he suddenly grips her tighter.

“Not everyone.”

It’s a small thing, and it shouldn’t mean anything to her, but it does. It means the whole world.

They stand there holding each other for heaven only knows how long, Erica not wanting to leave the comforting embrace that Roman is offering, and Roman content to hold her as long as she needs.

More time passes before she hears him humming, well she feels it first but then she hears the soft notes next to her ear and feels him shifting back and forth slowly. Swaying them both. Then he’s singing to her. Quietly, barely above a whisper but his voice is like honey.

“My gift is my song, and this one’s for you” he nuzzles his cheek on the side of her head before going on, still whispering gently to her and swaying softly “and you can tell everybody, this is your song. It may be quite simple but, now that it’s done. I hope you don’t mind, I hope you don’t mind that I put down in words,” he gets a little louder then, more confident, “How wonderful life is, now you’re in the world.”

“Elton John?” She asks, voice still a little wobbly, only slightly teasing.

“No, well, yes, but I was thinking of Moulin Rouge.”

She frowns, slowing their swaying slightly, “I thought Elton John wrote that?”

She hears a small ‘ah’ followed by “Moulin Rouge is a film, have you not seen it?”

She shakes her head against his, muttering a ‘huh uh’

“Hmm, well, then let me finish serenading you and then we can watch it, how does that sound?”

She pulls away then, wanting to look him in the face even if she doesn’t necessarily want him to see hers. “You want to stay? With me?”

He nods, brushing his thumbs across where they’ve come to rest on her waist. “I’ll admit I don’t understand it all yet but I can learn. And if you promise to never start liking hummus then we seem to have an agreement.” He finishes with a smile and somehow Erica finds herself smiling with him. Somehow, she has hope again.

“I think I can promise that.” She says, taking another shaky breath in before muttering ‘eskimo kiss’ and leaning forward to brush her nose against his, he bumps their foreheads together and then they’re both giggling. He hasn’t ever kissed her lips yet but it’s moments like this that make her certain he’ll wait till she starts it.

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[goth-girlfriend]

Heyy could I get a matchup please? I’m a pansexual non binary person excepting and loving to all, I have short black hair and I am 5’1. Tbh I’m more interested in the 1A boys but I do love all the pro hero’s and the villains too. I can be shy at first but once you get to know me I can be very chaotic and alt. I’m very open minded and understanding no matter what your situation is and I am very patient, I rarely get angry. I also do a lot of art from pairing to potter and photography, I love to try new things. I also love your work so much and I hope your doing well 💕

Thank you! 🥰 It means a lot! I hope your doing week in this time ☺️💙 sorry it took over a month 😅 but! I’ll make it up to you! And! The other four waiting....and the few in my inbox! Well! I hope you like it!

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✨Denki✨

Kaminari, you wouldn’t think five inches is enough for him to look down and bully you about your height. But...honestly? You couldn’t be mad at it considering it’s what made your friendship with the blonde bloom.

Then again, when you first met him you were kind of a wreck and didn’t have the guts to tell him, “I’m not an arm rest stop leaning on my shoulder.” Instead you let it be, fidgeting fingers and looking ahead until her smiled brightly at you, “SHORT FRIENDS ARE GREAT!” he looked down at you eyes closed, “I should keep you around more.”

Well, after that you were adopted by, THE BAKUSQUAD! Bakugo not really caring, but when Kirishima and Denki followed him around he always made sure to grab you and drag you with them, because “I WAS SCARED AND PANICKED! I DIDN’T WANNA BE ALONE!”

So, for the first and second week he treated you like a quiet kid, mostly starting conversation until you got into a comfortable groove, and he almost died seeing how you really turned out. YOU started to bully him, when he entered his short circuit, the jokes you made, but still, you took care of him making sure he didn’t get into trouble or hurt. At times you’d become a bit impulsive and your chaotic side came out.

“MOVE! IM GONNA DO IT!” You screamed “Y/n! NO! I LIKE YOU BETTER ALIVE!” He screamed. Silence, you moved your head, trying to pull back, but no luck, your eyes moved in panic looking at Denki, his own eyes wide before he started laughing. You tried to move your head regretting it instantly. Your right hand came up, forefinger and thumb pulling at your tongue that was now stuck to the pole you had made victim to your weird antics. “mm thuck.”

you have great goofy moments together, but the moment he hears Bakugo screaming and silence, and then he hears you screaming? Hah, no. All relations are canceled/expired/rejected/blocked/denied/gone. He likes being alive, and right now, you were a threat to his life, so “Oh, uh yeah I got a thing to do in the other ro-“ RUN

he’s more than great full to have you around, your patient with him when he just can’t do something but he’s determined to. Like the month he dragged you of the dorms every night, because “IM GOING TO GET THROUGH THIS HAUNTED HOUSE WITHOUT SCREAMING.” The haunted house opened the first of October, and ended on Halloween, it was terrible, at one point he passed out, another frothed at the mouth, his screams were priceless, he clung to you more than a few times crying about being scared. Decked a few jump scare people, and at least twice went into Pikachu self defense mode and electrocuted the groups of workers around the two of you at least twice. Honestly, you were surprised they let you both keep coming back. But the last day, he managed to only let out squeaks and squeeze your arm and hands but he did it. Thirty one long nights of walking the same halls, jump scares, and voids, mesmerizing the right way of the maze, you mad wit out fine, he was only slightly shook.

Art? Denki doesn’t get it, claimed he can’t draw to save his life and when you watched him try you believed him, BUT THE COMPLETE AND UTTER SHOCK WHEN YOU FOUND OUT HE WAS BASICALLY AN ART MAJOR WHEN HE SHORT CIRCUITED..... you started saving his drawings and sketches, and then you’d show him and he’d be impressed, but completely denies that he ever did it. “Nope, you got the wrong guy, you’ve seen me, I can’t draw a circle.” But he loves to watch you paint, and take photos, but don’t take him to wildlife sets with you. He will get hired of waiting for birds and throw himself on the grass and start sighing loudly and rolling around, “Nothings coming y/n!” “MAYBE IF YOU SHUT UP THE BIRDS WOULDNT FLY AWAY LIKE ITS THE END OF THE WORLD!” Silence, you can definitely feel him staring you, “Well that’s just rude.... you scared off the only bird that was actually here.” Pottery? He watched you, and he wanted to try, the first time he ended up slinging clay everywhere, second he can’t keep his hands still enough, the third time you took pity and ended up like the cheesiest movie scene, but, you were behind him guiding his hands, he became a flustered mess and crushed the almost pot when you spoke to him and he felt your breath on his shoulder. He was blushing and flustered and then started apologizing for ruining the pot... in the end you both together did make a lopsided pot, it now sits in your room, home to your shared black prince succulent. When you brought it home he made anyone who would listen come see his first pot and new child.

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“Y/n?” You heard knocking and groaned getting up off your bed to open your door.

“I brought someone else to meet prince...” the look you gave him was one of ‘Are you sERIOUS?’

You closed your door a bit to look at the digital clock that was hanging just above your desk, 1:37 in the morning...

“It couldn’t wait till sun up?” You asked eyes kinda squinty as the hall light started to flood into your room now that you opened the door wider to let whoever in.

“It’s important everyone knows my new son!” He stepped in and you moved and plopped onto your desk chair.

“Alright, but be careful, you bruised one of his petals last time.” You stretched and looked at your abandoned school work, you looked at it reading the question you had struggled on, and by some miracle, being half groggy and half awake, you read it and the answer came to you. You started to write it down before you forgot. And you were so proud of yourself, until you heard the feminine voice.

“Kaminari, you’re an idiot.” And then a slightly muffled laugh.

You didn’t have a problem with Jiro, in fact you liked her as a friend, she was nice, had good taste in music, bullied Denki with you sometimes, friendly and you’ve never seen her angry or get snobbish with anyone. She was laid back and cool.

But, one thing you didn’t like, was the fact she was slowly becoming the center of Denki’s flirting. Jealous? Nahh....well....no.... maybe a little? Nope, nah that’s not it.......okay yeah.

“Y/n Chan! Jiro is bullying me.” He came and shook you by your shoulders pulling you from staring at your school work.

You turned your head to look up at him. “What?” You asked.

“She called me an idiot.” He pouted and closed his eyes.

You laughed and dropped a hand onto his head, after he kneeled to plead you defend him, “Oh Denki, if you want me to disagree it’s gonna be a long night.”

He pouted at your words but sighed in defeat, until the next words came, “So (y/n), if Denki’s son is in your room does that make you the mother of his son?”

You looked at Jiro a faint blush tinting your cheeks as you registered what she said. You gave a few quiet laughs but before you could say anything Denki became a stuttering flustered mess. Catching both of you and pulling you both out of the conversation that almost started.

“Well! (Y/n)! Well go! A Princess does need her beauty sleep!” He winked at you as he left in a hurry, Jiro just quirked a brow before she told you good night and you returned it as she left. You yawned and got back into bed, before your phone buzzed and you cursed, but the blush on your cheeks wirsned at the flirty text you’d gotten from Denki, you’d think you’d gotten used to it already, but maybe the feelings you thought you’d pushed away never really left the surface.

‘Good night princess 😉 Don’t forget to dream about me 💛’

Cringe yes, but that’s literally the best flirting line he has. Apparently getting comfortable with Denki meant he was comfortable flirting with you 24/7, no hesitation. And you enjoyed the attention and flirted back with him, but things kinda changed when Jiro started to give him attention too.

******

“Mornin’ babe,” you yawned at Denki’s greeting and gave a wave and small smile as you walked to a table and plopped down. You didn’t get much sleep, you finished your homework so now you had the weekend free, but what were you going to do? You stared at the empty table in front of you thinking about nothing, head empty, until Mina came and sat across from you, “So babe huh? Is it official!” She whisper screamed.

“Pfft, just about as official as me being All Might.” You had a small smile, small but genuine. “Boooooooo.” She pouted, “I have my own theories but I really want to tell you this one, soooo! Bakusquad girls day! But... just you and I. Get ready let’s go!”

So, after deciding you’d buy something to eat instead of cooking you got ready and then both you and Mina set off to talk theories and what’s really going on in her head. “So, I think he wants something serious but since you guys joke so much I think he thinks he’s in the friend zone and don’t even deny it I know you like him, I’ve seen the way you smile at all his stupid jokes even I don’t laugh at all of them and I try to be nice. Plus the way you loook a Jiro is enough to show your jealous but he doesn’t see that, I’m pretty sure he thinks you just don’t like her humor or something, but from what I’ve seen your good friends with her when Denki isn’t around so that lets me believe your jealous of his attention going to someone else. Soooo, what do you say? What do you think? And I think he’s trying with Jiro because you guys kinda have similar personalities and hair cuts? Well not really but you know? When your in love you call broccoli Midoriya and a grenade Bakugo but that’s a different story, so? What do you think?” You just stared at her, the takoyaki had with your toothpick just to far from your lips as you wondered if she was right. A shot smile pulled at your lips as you looked down and closed your eyes to let out a sigh, “Well, I won’t say your wrong, I’ve done lot of things but being in denial has never been one of them. I’m not going to confess or anything but I do have one question.” You looked at Mina through the corner of your eyes while your face was still pointed to the ground. “Yes!” She cheered and nodded looking at you with a big smile, “If this is about a plan I’ve got it all figured out so don’t worry!”

You shook your head and faced her completely, “Nope! Keep the plan well use it later but, if I do something about this Denki thing you have to so something about tape boy.” Mina became flustered at your words but nodded, “well, your first lady she smacked you back causing you to slightly choke on the Takoyaki you’d finally started to eat, after catching your breath and wondering around for a bit you both talked it out and it’s go time.

****

The next morning you started the plan (titled by Mina) “Seducing Pikachu” Taking a deep breath you readied yourself to take your flirting next level, he called you babe you had to call him daddy, he gave you a hug you pulled his face down to peck his cheek, he draped an arm over your shoulders you had snuggle closer and hug his waist, he tried to tease you by taking your hand you can’t pull away, in stead you interlock fingers and squeeze, if he leaned into your ear to whisper something you can’t push him away. And we’re you ready? No, in fact you felt queasy, and like you had to bathroom, but with a shove from Mina you entered the kitchen and like usual “Good morning babe!” And the usual flirty wink, but this time instead of getting flustered or yawing you locked eye contact and with everything you had, “Mornin Daddy.” You smiled at him and walked to the fridge to try and occupy yourself. In the background you heard Mineta screaming about the name daddy. You looked at Denki with the same smile after grabbing a juice and he was flustered, red cheeks and it looked like his hair had fluffed up a bit. It’s working! You waved at him and walked to the common room and sat down on one edge and looked at the tv, it was playing some show about volleyball. Jiro came and sat across from you on the other sofa joining you and a few others in watching this show, right now, the only empty seats are the spot next to you on the love seat, or the two seats beside Jiro. He sat by you and was strangely quiet, oh gave him a smile when he turned to look a you, he smiled and looked at the tv, after an hour or two your hands began fiddling with the juice in your lap and you felt a tug at your hand, you felt Denki place his hand on yours usually you’d pull away and punch his shoulder, but this time. You didn’t take your eyes of the tv when your intertwined your fingers and squeezed his hand. You brought your other hand and squeezed his hand between both of yours and snuggled closer to his side and laid your head against his shoulder, he tensed a bit then relaxed quickly. He laid his head on yours and you eyed Mina real quick, you gave you a thumbs up and you motioned to Sero with your eyes and she stopped and pouted. After another hour you started to get up and pull away from Denki. You felt a hand pull at yours and you looked at Denki, “Where are you going?” You titled your head, “Gonna go buy lunch maybe.” He looked up at you still holding your hand, “Don’t leave me.” He said, “Come with me then.” You gave his arm a tug and without second thought he jumped up outside you were cool, but inside, you were going ballistic, inside you were nothing like usual, you were honestly so surprised that this plan was working, with your attention he didn’t even pay attention to Jiro,,,, were you really jealous?

Getting to a ramen place you both sat down and filled our sheets with your orders, casually sitting in silence your phone dinged, “So.... did he confess? Or do women really have to do all the work, 🙄, Sero didn’t understand what I meant until I- never mind, how’s it going?”

You smiled at the message and shook your head.

Denki being curious why you were smiling tried to peek, “Mina is trying to confess to Sero and she says he’s an idiot.” You smiled and turned to Denki explaining before he could see.

“Yeah, I didn’t wanna say anything sometimes Sero isn’t the smartest.”

You felt a smile pulling at your lips, “Yeah, I know someone else who is just the same.” You propped your elbows on the table and placed your chin on your palms. He did the same and pushed his cheeks so they looked chubby against his palms.

“Kaminari,” you called his name in a chirpy tune with a smile, he closed his eyes and smiled before he said your name in the same way.

****

“How good are you at noticing small things?” I asked and tilted my head. “Hmmm, did you grow out your hair?” His head tilted, and he smiled.

“No? It’s been this short for a while.” I dropped my arms flat against the table palms up, “try again.”

“Yooouuuu,,,, are wearing contacts?” He asked. “I’m not blind.”

“Yoouuuuu.....are trying a different Boba?” “No... well yes, but not what I’m talking about......try one more time and I’ll give you a hint if you can’t guess.”

He nodded and squinted at me looking like he was concentrating hard.

“I know!” He took my hands in his and squeezed them, I felt my heart start to race, “You’re fingers are cold, the tips are turning reddish.”

I smiled and looked away and licked my top lip trying to not laugh, “That wasn’t it but a good guess.”

“Then what is it?” He asked pouting.

“Close your eyes.” I said and waved a hand, he nodded and then closed them, I placed my finger tips on the left side of his jaw and tried to pull him closer, after getting him halfway across the table I leaned forward and lightly pressed my lips against his cheek.

I pulled away, and moved my hand away from his jaw.

“I...so think you should try again, I didn’t get the hint.” He looked away with a bush slowly becoming prominent on his cheek.

I smiled and shook my head, silence fell over us as I shifted around, “Another hint huh?”

“Maybe just one... or two... or a few....” he still didn’t look at me hands now fiddling together.

“You know, for a flirt you sure do get nervous when someone actually makes a move on you.”

“Heh, yeah.” He was smiling but not looking at me, “Sooo, when?”

“Do you remember the day, you got sick and made me baby you for a whole week? It was that Thursday, you feel asleep on my chest, and I held you and had to pull the blanket off, I realized then, how much I cared about you, and how much I’m willing to do to make sure you’re okay. I realized how much I love your terrible jokes and cheesy pick up lines, your warm hugs and the face times late into the night, and the movie nights passing out at three in the morning and rushing to class when we woke up late. Holing your hand when you were scared, and bullying Bakugo, honestly, I wouldn’t wanna die at the hands of Bakugo with anyone else. I’m not saying I love you or anything, but if this is what falling for someone feels like...I don’t not like it, especially when it’s you.” I looked out the window we sat by and could feel his stare, I looked at him through the corner of my eye.

“I wouldn’t want to be murdered with anyone else.” He held his hand out and I tilted my head to look at him, I took placed my hand on his and he smiled, before he shifted his fingers and closed them around mine. I smiled and closed my fingers squeezing his hand.

“So? Are you going to ask?” He said.

I felt my brows furrow, “Ask?”

“Ask me to be your boyfriend.” His smile widened.

“You’re supposed to ask me!” I scolded and shook our hands.

He tucked his head between his shoulders, “okay okay, fine.... now you’re going to wait because you yelled at me.”

***

“Y/n!” I turned to look for the person who called my name, “yeah?” I asked and pulled my blanket tighter, the Christmas season was here and I was freezing on the sofa.

“Come look! The snows falling again! And the it’s pretty on the blossoms that are still around.”

“Fine.” I grumbled and stood up, I walked to the second floor windows and looked out. Sero, Denki, Kirishima and Bakugo were all outside, I could hear Katsuki screaming at them while the ran around dropping things on the floor.

They all stopped and moved away as Bakugo screamed at them and took off his gloves, it looked like he was grumbling something until Denki slung an arm I’ve this shoulders, Bakugo brought up his hand causing sparks and Denki to smile nervously before patting his shoulder and moving his arm off.

Mina tapped on the window and they looked at us, we waved when three of the four waved. Denki turned to Bakugo and with a simple blast a chain reaction started and lit up a circle, inside the circle were the words made in very sparse but still pretty blossoms, “will u be mine?” Your phone began to ring and you answered it.

“So, after two months of non official dating, will you be mine?”

You smiled, “Yes, Kaminari, yes.” You swallowed and over the phone you heard cheering and watched to em high five minus Bakugo who was pulling his gloves back on. That night, you spent under the blue keys you two piled high, his head on your chest, and you kissed his head running your fingers through his hair, “I love listening to your heart, it’s pretty, like you.” Your take his face in your hands and kiss his lips or forehead, and eventually would change spots, still cuddling to keep the warmth and love between you while the rest of the world was slipping into sleep or madness.

✨🤍🖤🤍🤍💙🤍🤍🖤🤍✨

I hope you have a good day, and remember to stay hydrated 💙

[kuratoki]

Changes 04

Are you enjoying this so far? Who else is wrecked by their comeback teasers? My heart CANNOT take it!!! 

Do you agree that things change in time? Well four years abroad would tell wouldn’t it?

Pairing: Reader x Jeno ft. NCT

Words: 3563

Warning: Mild swearing

1 - 2 - 3 - 4 

[7:30AM] Unknown - Hey Y/N? It’s Jeno, I got your number from HanaDo you maybe want to walk to school together? I’ll wait till 8 for your reply :)

Jeno frowned when you didn’t reply to his text and wondered if you were ignoring him from the night before. Was it too much? Did he come off too strong?

When he saw that it was well past eight, he sighed to himself before walking to school so he could get to his first dance class of the day to stretch before everyone else got in.

What he didn’t expect was to walk in to see you and Jisung in your dance clothes, sitting against the mirror with your eyes closed and earbuds in, slightly out of breath. He was about to make his presence known before Jisung opened his mouth.

“The next time you wake me up for an intense warm up like that again, I will quit this school.” he said suddenly opening his eyes, “How are you even functioning with the little sleep you got?” 

“I question myself about a lot of things.” you muttered with your eyes closed, “shouldn’t you be used to this?” 

“Starting school again puts me in the wake up later groove.” he admitted before he noticed Jeno and waved at the other boy who entered the class with a nod, eyeing the two of you curiously, “Plus, our team had the 6am warm up spot this year so it’s not like anything changed. Hey Jeno.” 

You opened your eyes and made eye contact with said boy who just entered and tried to hide your blush. Even though it was only the night before, the conversation played fresh on your mind. It was the main reason why you dragged Jisung out at such a weird hour to warm up before classes started. So you could get your mind off of it.

“Did you guys come early?” Jeno asked as Jisung nodded.

“We’ve been here since six. Went through some of our warm up drills that we had to do over the summer and Y/N wanted to start early.” he explained and cast you aside glance. He knew all about the night before which was actually the main reason he was dragged out of bed so early against his will but then again, you were someone he found really hard to say no to.

Jeno went and got changed and by the time he had come back, Jisung was on his phone watching whatever while you had both your earphones plugged in and your eyes were once again closed. He looked at Jisung’s hand which was drawing comforting circles on your thigh and frowned. Little did he know, Jisung was doing this to lower your anxiety while Jeno was around.

“Aish, we messed up the flip at the last second.” Jisung said as you opened your eyes and leaned over to what Jisung was watching and thats when Jeno realized Jisung was watching a playback of your practice video.

He sat next to Jisung and leaned over to see the video.

Jisung used his finger to show you the part and you let out a sigh.

“Ah, so it HAS to be on the beat.” you said watching the replay again as Jisung got up.

“Yea, so it’s literally, stretch, pull back and flip. But it has to be sharp.” he explained while showing you what he meant, “Cause then the beat drops and mix happens.”

Jisung went and put the song to the specific part you were running through before he got into position while you got up to join him and the two of you ran through that part of the choreography you were trying to perfect.

After a few tries you let out a small frustrated sigh, regardless how many times you tried it, the timing of the flip was still off.

“Maybe Y/N should pull back sooner,” Jeno suggested after watching what the two of you were trying to accomplish.

You had totally forgotten that he was there and was surprised you didn’t notice. Dancing with Jisung had become like a second nature to you and you had a tendency to get lost in your thoughts when you were working on choreo.

“It wouldn’t hurt to try.” Jisung said with a small shrug, “You do pull out further so it takes an extra beat to get back.”

The two of you tried the part again but this time, Jisung was able to flip you, leaving Jeno in amazement.

Jisung picked you up at the waist and you fell into a split over this head, your hands anchoring on his arms, what Jeno didn’t expect next was for you to slide forward before landing back to back with Jisung, your arms still interlocked and for him to pull you back upwards again before you landing facing him once more.

“My arms!!” Jisung whined once you did the part a few times, “Please don’t eat so much anymore. I may not be able to lift you up.” 

“Wow that’s so rude.” you said with your jaw dropped before smacking him on the arm, “You literally ate twice of what I did last night.” 

“And I’m also a growing boy.” Jisung said with a grin as he went towards the speakers, “Do you want to do the full routine? We’ll see how well it flows with the rest of the choreo.” 

“K,” you said, stretching your neck and getting into position.

Once the music started, Jeno felt like he was watching a professional show and now understood why he and Jisung were considered competition in the junior division.

Watching the two of you dance together reminded him of flowing water, there were some ballet notes in the mix but the song itself went between classical to modern. The two of you were so focussed on the other that had any of you looked the other way for whatever reason, the routine would’ve been messed up.

In the dance, there were a few lifts that he could tell took Jisung precise measurements to match and when the part that the two of you rehearsed came up, Jeno’s jaw dropped at the speed the actual flip and back went before the beat dropped at the two of you split off to different sides, only to come together again for the ending where your leg wrapped around his while his hand supported your weight and the two of you were breathing heavily.

‘Perfect.” you whispered.

“Perfect.” Jisung said as the two of you heard applause coming from the door only to see your instructor, along with half the class.

“That was amazeballs. I’ve never seen Jisung flip anyone EVER!” Jaemin said coming into the class with everyone else, “Were you guys here the whole morning?” 

“I just got here thirty minutes ago.” Jeno said as the three of you went to sit with him, “Apparently they’ve been here since 6.” 

“Yea...Hana said something about Y/N not being able to sleep last night.” Jaemin said with a slight nod, “I can’t believe you can still function.”

“I’m used to waking up at the crack of dawn for rehearsal.” you said taking a sip of the water Jeno gave you, “Our ballet training was always first thing in the morning and then our academic courses were throughout the day.” 

“Then our dance camp training started at 6am this past summer which is considered a sleep in to other groups but she was always up the earliest.” Jisung added and groaned, “I suffered so much.” 

 “ I never said you HAD to join me.” you stated crossing your arms while Jisung looked up at you but was actually watching Jeno’s reaction.

“Yea, but do you know how hard it already is to say no to you?” he asked and smirked inwardly at the reaction that Jeno had when the other boy cringed, “We would have activities till like midnight and then she’d call me at like 4:30 to meet her in the practice room.”

“And you still went?” Jaemin asked and Jisung nodded.

“Poor Hana would sleep till minutes before warm up and by the time she got to our warm up room, Y/N and I already spent close to an hour warming up and working on other routines.” Jisung said scratching the back of his head “Aish, I think I lost more sleep over the summer than I gained. I tried to say no once and I dropped Y/N on her face so I learned my lesson.”

“It was a bit of that specific routine actually.” you said, blank faced and with a nod, “The part where the flip was supposed to happen before it reversed, Jisung lost his grip one time and I landed on my face.” 

“Wahhh, but that routine was like flawless dude.” Jaemin said as Jeno nodded, “That was the routine that you two had to perfect in three weeks?”

“Yep.” you said with a nod and patted Jisungs shoulder, “Trust man...trust. All it takes is trust” 

When the instructor called your attention to the class, it was announced that partners would be picked for an upcoming project and you were surprised to find yourself paired up with Jisung while Jeno and Jaemin were paired. The objective was to create a routine with a song that the instructor chose and the class had three weeks to perfect and perform it in front of everyone. 

By the time lunch rolled around and you were able to meet with Hana, you were suddenly grabbed from behind and dragged away, much to everyone’s surprise.

“So this is what being kidnapped feels like.” you deadpanned when you found yourself in the arms of one Nakamoto Yuta, your roommates best friend, “And you are aware that I was with friends right?”

“They’ll survive.” he said looking back at the confused looks on all three boys, “Bitch, I had to look through the whole school for you. Why didn’t you tell me you were transfering?” he asked when he dragged you to his table with his friends and you were surrounded by ten other boys who looked at you curiously, “Guys, this is WinWin’s roommate he told us about, Y/N.”

“Ah, the infamous Y/N.” one of the boys that looked like a bunny said, “We’ve heard so much about you.” 

“Infamous?” you asked curiously as the bunny boy nodded.

“You’re close with Park Jisung right?” another boy asked, “He and Jaemins girlfriend talked about you a lot.” 

“Second day here and popular already. I’m impressed.” Yuta said with a smirk, “I only thought WinWin was exaggerating when he talked about you.”

“Well he certainly wasn’t exaggerating when he talked about you.” you retorted as you made eye contact with someone across the table and your eyes widened. Where was Jisung when you needed him? “But I should really go find my friends now. It was nice meeting you all.” 

“We have a performance for our group tomorrow at lunch.” Yuta said, “You should come check it out.” 

“I will.” you said before getting up to leave for your locker, not wanting to be around the group much longer.

You hurried out of the lunchroom while three others quickly followed at different times, some confused about the look on your face.

Since you weren’t looking where you were going, you felt yourself run into something particularly hard but before you could even think about hitting the floor, a strong arm wrapped around your waist and held you to their chest. You gasped when you recognized the scent and looked up to see Jeno looking down at you.

“Are you okay?” he asked as you nodded your head, “Where were you? We just saw you book it out of the lunch room…” 

“WinWin’s best friend found me. Apparently word got around that I transferred schools and now your whole club knows who I am.” you mumbled before a voice you recognized called your name.

“Y/N.” he said and you turned around, subconsciously keeping a hand on Jeno’s school uniform, if Jeno meant anything from last night and maintained the same temper he once had, this wasn’t a good situation at all.

“Yukhei?” Jeno asked, looking between the two of you wondering how you knew each other. 

“Jeno.” the other boy said with a gentle smile, “You know Y/N too?” 

“How do you know Yukhei?” he muttered down to you as Jisung joined the group.

“I thought I told you to stay away? You knew she was transferring.” he asked with a tilt of his head, completely ignoring the current conversation at hand and inwardly grinned when he saw Jeno’s arm around your waist with no intention of letting go.

“I have every right to talk to her and you know it.” Yukhei argued as Jisung cracked his neck and a smirk formed on his lips.

“With what you put her through during our first year of camp, it’s a wonder how she’s still dancing.” Jisung stated and you felt Jeno physically tense in front of you, “Was your punishment from last time not enough?”

“You know those rules don’t apply here Jisung.” Yukhei stated, “We’re in a different ball park now and you have no reign. You can’t tell me what to do like you did all those years ago.” 

“Ah...really?” Jisung asked and cracked his knuckles, “Are you sure about that?” 

“There’s no point in being afraid of you. You’d get kicked out of the club if you did anything. We’re on the same playing field now and that includes Y/N.” Yukhei said with a smirk and got in Jisungs face, “Like I said, I’m not afraid of you.”

Jisung chuckled, “And it’s not me you should be afraid of.” he said motioning to how you were holding Jeno back once he heard the words torment leave Jisungs mouth “Apparently they’re childhood friends, you know, the one he talked about a lot.” he smirked as realization crossed Yukheis features and you saw the look on Jisungs face.

You had to decide between holding Jeno back or running to Jisung so he would avoid getting punched in the face from making a snarky remark but you could feel Jeno tense under your hand as Jisung continued to speak and knew you made your decision.

“You’re lying.” Yukhei said uneasily, turning around to look at you but gulped at the look of anger on Jeno’s face. Even though Jeno was a few levels lower than Yukhei himself, he was someone who had a lot of respect from the older members of the dance club. Not only did he represent the junior team at nationals as their only soloist, he managed to take home first prize too which gained him school wide recognition. When it came to popularity, Yukhei was a nice face to look at but the talent was all Jeno. “Jeno man, we’re cool right?” 

“Depends.” he said, his face void of all emotion and you felt him tighten his arm around your waist and you knew he wasn’t thinking straight, “on what you did to Y/N.”

Eventually, Jeno let go of you and took a step towards Yukhei and despite the slight difference in height, Jeno could be intimidating when he wanted to be.

“And if I ever find out what you did to her. Then it’ll depend on how I feel when I find out. But stay away from her. It’s your only warning.” he said with a slight glare before going back to you and Jisung who was now at your side.

“What did I tell you?” Jisung whispered to you quickly with a small smirk before looking at Jeno, “Hana said she’d meet us at our third period class, shall we go?” 

“Let’s go.” Jeno said with a nod and the three of you left, leaving Yukhei watching as you disappeared down the hall. A strong frown evident on his face. His plan was going to be harder then he thought, especially if you had someone like Jeno on your side.

When the three of you walked into the class, a girl ran up to Jeno, almost literally pulling him away from the two of you.

“Jenoooo! Our instructor just posted a project that we have to work on and the course sheet says that we can choose our own partners.” she said excitedly as Jeno, who was still thinking about the situation earlier looked at her with disinterest.

“And?” he asked as you and Jisung joined Hana who was currently stretching on the other side of the room.

“Do you want to get a head start and maybe partner with each other? It’ll be like last years group presentation.” she said excitedly, “Maybe we’ll even get to compete in the school wide competition this year.” 

The girl in front of him, Lim Yeeun was part of an elite dance club outside the academy so naturally, anyone would’ve wanted to pair up with her and Jeno had in the past for practice purposes only. Next to Jisung, she was the only one who could match the intensity and skill he had but he learned quickly that she was only interested in distracting him from his main focus and he quickly ended whatever dance relationship they had before it even started. One, he wasn’t completely over you at the time and being around this girl just felt wrong.

“I’ll pass.” he said looking in the direction of where the three of you were laughing at something Jisung said and wondered why you suddenly leaned forward to pull Jisungs hood over his head before pulling the strings, making Hana crack up even harder, “The project doesn’t start for another few weeks so I’ll decide then. If you’ll excuse me.” 

Side stepping her, Jeno went to drop his bag at the back of the classroom where everyone else had their stuff before sitting himself behind you where you turned to look at the sudden intruder who squeezed themselves between you and the mirror but only smiled when you saw your somewhat friend and felt warm inside when he smiled back.

Yeeun stared at Jeno in shock. She swore that this was her year to make him hers. She knew that Jeno was aiming to win nationals the year before so she never pushed for him to make a move. He was a focussed dancer who knew what he wanted and it was obvious to everyone but her that she wasn’t what he wanted. She saw the smile that the two of you shared when he sat behind you and felt herself burn with jealousy. She even noticed that he decided to sit behind you in English as opposed to Jaemin which would have been conveniently next to her. What did the new girl have that she didn’t? 

When the end of class came, Jisung had pretty much spent most of the period making fun of you when Jeno wasn’t around and Hana had to join in on the fun too. 

“Oh, so do you want to know why she REALLY woke me up to warm up at 5:30 in the morning?” Jisung whispered to Hana as you all waited for Jeno outside the change room.

“I have an idea but what happened?” she asked giggling while looking at you sideways and Jisung whispered in her ear making her gasp. “No!!” 

“No what?” Jeno asked curiously as he came up behind the three of you and your eyes widened.

“Uh...Uhh..No! I refuse to be late for English!” you said suddenly as Jisung and Hana’s eyes both widened, both trying really hard to hold in their laughter, “Let’s go JenJen.” you said quickly grabbing his arm and more or less forcing him to follow you down the hall to your English class.

Jisung and Hana waved at Jeno who had turned to look back at them with a confused look but the three of them were sharing very similar thoughts.

Did she say JenJen?” they both asked as Jeno thought the same thing about his childhood nickname.

“See, I told you they’d get together sooner than later. He’s literally been in love with her for years.” Jisung said as his eyes saw Yeeun glaring at your backs, “But we may have another problem.”

“Yukhei?” Hana asked as Jisung shook his head before nudging his head towards Yeeun and Hana rolled her eyes, “Oh please. She may be a good dancer but the NCT club has their radar on her and knows that she’s more about the clout than anything. But if she does do anything stupid, it’ll be fun to set her in her place.” 

“You remember what she did to the last girl who tried to get with Jeno.” Jisung said, “If Y/N ends up hurt…” 

“Won’t happen. Jaemin said that Yeeun tried to use Jeno last year to win the competition but Jeno overheard the conversation and told her that he was going to participate solo. So as long as she doesn’t try anything physically, we should be fine.” Hana reassured.

Jisung nodded his head in agreement as he thought up the next part of his plan which actually may avoid him getting punched in the face.

[jiminscaramel]

lap of luxury | hyungkyun [mx]

[GENRE] smut

[COUNT] 3.5K+

[PAIRING] fem. reader x Hyungwon & Changkyun

[WARNINGS] PWP, unprotected sex, threesome, voyeurism, choking, edging, cream pie, oral (m & f receiving), deep throating, slight face-fucking, spitroasting, cumplay, dirty talk, forced orgasm, multiple orgasms, overstimulation

[AU] millionaire au? they’re just really rich

[A/N] Hi! So this was requested by anon and I’m so sorry I took so long to write it. Hyungkyun is not something I’ve ever read myself and so it was quite challenging. Also this is pure filth, I almost feel ashamed of myself. Almost. I hope y’all enjoy!

“Hey sIS so me and my friend were watching hyungkyuns how long stage and now we NEED a hyungkyun x reader smut where honestly? they just fuck reader raw. sorry for being a hornybebe but it just be like that sometimes.” It really do be like that

The suite is bigger than the last one you remember; high ceilings, floor-to-ceiling windows, gold coving and mini chandeliers. The carpet is plush, almost engulfing your feet in its softness as you kick off your heels. Hyungwon has always had an eye for the lavish things, from shoes to cars and expensive watches – even women – Hyungwon never settled for anything less than luxury.

So his choice in suite isn’t surprising and chances are the next one will be even bigger, surpassing even your expectations. You silently pad over to one of the windows overlooking the illuminated city, smiling at the complimentary gifts of chocolates, wines and designer body lotions.

The carpet mutes his footsteps but you sense him approach, his assertive aura shrouding you in its embrace. His fingers graze the bare skin of your shoulder as he peels off your fur bolero, hanging it loosely on the back of the chair. “How do you like it?” Changkyun whispers into the shell of your ear, his lips dangerously close.

“It’s beautiful,” you sigh, your gaze focusing on your reflections. His cologne invades your nose, sweet and cloying.

He hums in agreement and rests his chin in the groove of your shoulder, hands locking around your waist. “Wait till you see the bed,” the smirk in his voice is evident, as is the unadulterated desire and it ignites the sleeping embers in the pit of your stomach.

You frown a little, despite the obvious excitement, because you’d seen the bed upon entering – it was pretty hard to miss. The centrepiece stands in the middle of the vast room, large enough to accommodate at least four people and wide enough to lay across without your feet dangling off the edge. The four-poster frame is dark mahogany, the intricate woodwork displaying spirals and patterns and a cream canopy drapes over the entire thing. It is pretty impressive, you agree, countless amounts of pillows and throw cushions line the headboard and from the looks of it, there are several layers beneath the coverlet, ensuring you’re kept warm throughout the night.

You circle the centrepiece before stepping up on its platform to get a closer look, but it still leaves you baffled. “What about it?”

He chuckles and sprawls across the duvet beckoning you to join him. It becomes quite clear as to what makes the bed so special as you lay beside him and stare up into the canopy. Only it isn’t fabric – it’s a mirror. A mirror the size of the whole bed is placed above instead of a wood frame or the soft fabric of the canopy curtains.

Your thighs clench together at the sheer excitement that courses through your veins at the idea, all sorts of scenarios running through your mind. It must show on your face because he laughs softly under his breath and moves closer, toying with the spaghetti strap of your satin dress. “Excited?” His lips ghost by your jawline, softly nipping your scorching skin as he teases mercilessly.

All you can do is nod, your words stuck in the back of your throat, afraid that speaking them aloud will erase your last semblance of self control. Because you know it’ll be a while before any of your wishes are truly granted.

“You’ll have to hold on a little while longer, princess,” he smirks, relishing in your suffering. “You know three is the magic number.”

The wine bottles are close to empty, accompanied by three stained glasses sat atop the wooden table. You don’t quite remember how long it’s been since Hyungwon arrived, the moments shift and one scene overlaps the other and before you know it you’re singing songs of the night.

He sits in one of the armchairs close to the bed, laid back with one ankle propped up on his knee, his jaw clenching with incredible self control. There’s few things he enjoys more than seeing you sprawled lewdly amongst silk sheets, baring yourself for both he and Changkyun.

Your back arches off the bed and your mewls fill the air, music to their ears, as Changkyun’s tongue works wonders between your legs. He licks a long stripe, his tongue flattening against your folds before toying with your clit with the tip. You fist his locks and your eyes squeeze shut, desperately searching for your elusive high but you’re denied any sort of relief.

“Don’t touch him,” Hyungwon commands from his place, intent on seeing you suffer. Your hands fly up above your head, finding purchase in the sheets instead, not daring to disobey. Your whines become an insufferable crescendo, getting louder and louder with each lap, building up to the knot in your stomach.

Changkyun pulls away at the last second, sensing your buildup and pauses to marvel at your blissed out state. Your eyes flutter open and your skin scorches with embarrassment as you catch yourself in the mirror above; Changkyun spread between your thighs, the muscles of his bare back rippling with every movement. You tilt your head forward and the sight before you is a sumptuous one. His lips glisten in the yellow light, your slick spread all over his mouth and chin and his eyes twinkle with a devilish glint. His tongue pokes out again, tasting you on his lips and he smirks knowingly as he moves up closer.

You can feel Hyungwon’s intense gaze, watching each and every move and it draws out an involuntary yet sensual shudder that makes your pussy throb. You don’t know whether it’s your own greed or your need for every wish of yours to be granted but you can’t wait for his torturous teasing to be over and done with. He knows you’re not soft, despite the way you carry yourself, and knows how much you can take. So all the drawn out kisses, the careful touches and his deliberate choice to sit back and watch is absolute torment.

But you know better to complain; Hyungwon has a resolve of steel and won’t think twice about denying you – or himself, for that matter – an orgasm for the sake of displaying his power and authority. Changkyun may be the one in between your legs, but Hyungwon is the one in your head.

Changkyun hisses and grips your waist, flipping you over onto his front. With your chest aligned perfectly with his face, he takes the opportunity to latch on to your nipple, licking kittenishly at the hard bud. He draws out another deprived groan from you before leaning back and positioning you over his hips.

“I want you to work for it, babygirl. Give Hyungwon a good view,” he murmurs, one hand reaching up to cup your face. “Can you do that for me?”

You nod, your chest too tight with insurmountable desire to answer. You sink down onto his length and collectively sigh in unison as he bottoms out inside you. “Oh god,” you whisper, stilling for a moment, stretching around him and relishing the feeling of how well he fills you up to the brim. His hand finds your ass and squeezes, prompting you start moving and so you clench your thighs and move up until only the tip of his cock is inside you, before slamming back down.

“Good girl,” you hear Hyungwon praise from beside the bed and you think you hear his voice falter, his self control dissipating with each thrust.

Your pace gradually quickens, breasts bouncing and cunt clenching around him, your climax almost reaching its peak. “I’m– almost there–” The heat in your stomach begins to unfurl, giving way to the long awaited orgasm, but his hands fly down to your waist again, stopping you in your tracks.

“Fuck,” he curses under his breath, his gaze trained on the mirror above, offering a totally different angle.

But you cry out in blissful agony, tired and distraught, not knowing how much longer you can take the edging. “Changkyun, please,” your hands tighten painfully around the headboard, your chest heaving above him as you fight to catch your breath.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous, babe,” his eyes are glued to the mirror, transfixed on the way his hands fit around the curve of your ass, the way your thighs are spread so wide, the dip in your back. “Look.”

He gently instructs you to look up and you do so this time without a second thought; there’s no more room for embarrassment when you’re this far gone. Any shame had flown right out the window along with your inhibitions.

You hear gentle rustling from behind you and know that Hyungwon has left his seat. You hear the sound of his jacket being draped across the chair and anticipate his involvement. He silently approaches the bed and even though you’re expecting his touch, it’s still manages to startle you. He runs a single finger down the length of your spine, careful not to scratch your skin with his nail. His hand seems cold in comparison to your blazing skin but it only adds to the sensation.

He leans forward, taking his sweet time and whispers, his smouldering eyes boring into yours. “You’ve been so good, baby, you deserve to be rewarded.” You almost sigh in relief and swallow, teetering on the edge of delirium as Changkyun throbs inside you. “But, I’m not quite done with you yet.”

He lays beside Changkyun and whispers something in his ear that you don’t manage to catch. Without warning you’re flipped onto your back, your whole body engulfed in the bedding. The new positioning gives Changkyun a new angle, allowing him to hit the magic spot that’s guaranteed to send you into oblivion.

He begins at a steady pace, almost slow and sensual, you can feel every inch of him sink deeper into you. You sigh with content, your thighs still burning from the effort of riding him. “You feel so fucking good,” you breathe softly, the words getting lost amongst his panting and your moans.

His hips snap ans start to piston at an incredible speed and you feel yourself getting wetter, Changkyun almost slipping out. You cry out again, your mouth barely able to form the words in your head and you grip onto his broad shoulders, your nails digging in deeper with each thrust.

Hyungwon shifts, appearing above you too and you can see in the reflection his hand traversing the plane of Changkyun’s rippling back. He hums in satisfaction, his own erection tenting in his pants and places a kiss to his shoulder.

“Hyungwon, I–” He chokes back a moan, sweat beading on his forehead from the effort. “I can’t–”

“You can and you will,” he smirks, ghosting his lips along Changkyun’s sensitive skin. “Baby comes first.”

And with those words the tension in your abdomen starts to build up again, Changkyun’s relentless thrusts hitting every magic spot known to you. Hyungwon’s hand finds your clit and starts to rub small circles to push you to the edge. His eyes are totally unapologetic, fully aware of the sensory overload after so much denial, but not caring in the slightest.

His heart races at the view of Changkyun disappearing inside you, your breasts bouncing forcefully with every stroke, your chest heaving and your face flushed red. He catches your gaze fixated on the mirror above and smirks again, knowing the view is helping you get off.

Changkyun’s thrusts become sloppy and unsteady, signalling his end despite his holding back for so long but it couldn’t be timed more perfectly. The heat in your stomach reaches incredible height and your nails bite even deeper into his skin, almost drawing blood, embossing his skin with crimson crescents. He buries his face into the crook of your neck, his guttural moans turning into soft, pathetic whimpers and his breath sears your skin as he utters the final words, the ones that finally manage to push you over the edge too. “I’m– I'm cumming–” he whines before thrusting desperately and spilling inside you, stilling and twitching with the aftermath of an Earth-shattering orgasm. “Fuck.”

Your toes curl and your thighs clench as the knot in your stomach snaps and unfurls, an unbelievable amount of slick gushing out as your climax explodes. He feels you tighten around his cock as you ride out your high, your own cries of pleasure filling the cavernous room.

You’re exhausted and mentally taxed after such an intense fucking but there’s no rest for the wicked.

Changkyun places a lazy kiss to your neck before pulling out and rolling beside you, eyes fluttering closed.

“Well done, baby,” Hyungwon praises, though you’re not entirely sure who it’s directed at. He quickly undress, his raging cock springing free from the confinement of his boxers. “I know you’ve got more for me, babygirl, I know you can give me more.”

You shake your head, unbelieving. There’s no way you can come again, despite your being still aroused. You’re absolutely spent. But Hyungwon’s touch is a completely different story and your body reacts out of it’s own accord. He knocks your legs apart, spreading you wide by the knees and watches in awe as a mixture of yours and Changkyun’s cum seeps out from your swollen sex.

He draws his lip in between his teeth, a predatory look darkening his features. You know what he has in mind and the mere thought is enough to have you squirming with anticipation. You look up to see your reflection again and as much as the thought embarrasses you, the sight of your own body, used and completely fucked out, does more than just turn you on. Your clit throbs at the lack of attention, the cool air agitating it further.

Hyungwon leans in and without hesitation latches on to your nub, his tongue swirling around your little bundle of nerves. You hold back a strained moan as he cleans up the mess, his tongue travelling south and poking your entrance, tasting you and Changkyun. His plush lips are enough to send you reeling again but before you even have time to think, his slender fingers slip in easily, coaxing you to your next climax.

He moans against your cunt, the vibrations reverberating throughout your body and curls his fingers so that he’s massaging your g-spot. You hear Changkyun groan deeply beside you, hand wrapped around his length and eyes focused on the sight beside him. His hand pumps around his cock steadily, still slick from your essence.

The overstimulation becomes too much and has you squirming again with mild discomfort. “Hyungwon, I can’t. It’s too much.” And to your surprise he stops. His mouth parts from your pussy, soaked and throbbing but he still has other ideas in mind. “Please,” you beg, you chest heaving still.

“Shh,” he hushes gently leaning forward, his fingers finding your lips. They push past and you gladly accept them, tasting yourself as you suck his fingertips clean. He flips you around and positions you on all fours: your favourite position. “You’re gonna give me one more, baby, we’ve got all night. You’re still so wet for me, I know you can.” He holds his member and glides it in between your folds, sighing as he feels how soaked you are. “I’m gonna make you cum all over my cock.”

He slides in effortlessly and clench around him, earning a hiss in response. “Fuck, you’re so tight.” You sigh and clench again in response before he bottoms out, stilling for just a moment. His hand gently tangles in your hair and forces you to look at Changkyun, one hand cupping his balls and the other still pumping his cock. “Clean him up, baby, you made so much mess.”

His hand tightens in your locks, guiding your head down to swallow Changkyun’s hard member, tasting yourself again. He ruts impatiently into your mouth, eager to hit the back of your throat. The feeling of being filled in more than one place causes a surge of arousal to course through your body, your walls fluttering around Hyungwon. You pull back and lick a drawn out stripe from the base of his cock all the way to the tip, looking up with wide, impish eyes and teasing him with kittenish licks.

“Behave, kitten,” Hyungwon warns with a stern voice, his hand at the back of your head again. “You’re not in the position to tease.” He enunciates his statement with a deliberate thrust that throws you forward, prompting you to take Changkyun whole. He curses under his breath and hardens in your mouth, your tongue swirling patterns along the ridges.

Hyungwon reaches for your arm and holds it in place at the small of your back, throwing you off balance and forcing you to take more of Changkyun’s cock. You swallow around him, hollowing out your cheeks and forcing him down your throat, gagging around his throbbing dick. Hyungwon’s other hand on your head pushes you deeper, your nose rubbing against Changkyun’s abdomen as you deep throat.

He continues to pound relentlessly at a killer pace, the head of his cock slamming into your g-spot every time. You moan around Changkyun, tears springing to the corner of your eyes as you gag around him, recognising the heat pooling in your stomach as your next inevitable orgasm.

“I can feel you tightening around me, princess. Are you close?” Hyungwon asks, knowing full well you can’t answer. Changkyun’s hands replace his as he moves away from your hair to find your clit again, rubbing vicious circles and figure of eights in a bid to make you come a second time.

“You’re so fucking pretty with my cock in your mouth, you know that?” Changkyun utters through gritted teeth, his dick twitching between your lips. The lewd sounds of skin against skin and the wet sound of your throat fills the room, spurring everyone on and giving you the push needed to finish the race. You begin to drool around his member as he thrusts up into your throat, grunting and pushing your head down further. “Fuck, baby, I’m gonna cum again. You ready for me, princess?”

You try to nod through through your fucked out state, your head spinning with lust and desire, your heart jackhammering with intense and dangerous pleasure. He ruts once, twice more into your mouth before spilling his load again down the back of your throat, hot ropes of cum pooling on your tongue.

Hyungwon places his hand beneath your chin and pulls your head back once he’s satisfied you’ve caught every last drop and hurriedly crashes his lips to yours. He licks along the swell of your lip and pries your mouth open with his tongue, eager to taste both you and Changkyun. You swallow what’s left as he pulls back and his hand moves to wrap around the column of your throat, squeezing lightly, but enough to make you a little light headed.

The intense heat in your stomach begins to bloom and you know the next thrusts are critical. You cry out, begging and babbling for him to pound harder, to not give up his challenging pace. His other hand grips your waist so tight you’re sure it’ll bruise but you can’t think past the moment you’re living.

“If you keep sucking me back in like this I’m gonna cum so hard,” he strains, his hold tightening around your throat. “Shit, baby, you’re so fucking tight– I–”

“Please don’t stop,” you sob, your voice breaking along with your resolve. The heat unfurls once again and your whole body wracks as your orgasm rips through you. “Oh God–” You clench almost painfully around him, coaxing him along to his release, keen to milk him for every drop.

His hips stutter and a primal moan erupts from his chest as he cums inside you, his seed spilling and coating your walls. He rides out his high, the both of you wincing from overstimulation before collapsing beside you, leaving you sandwiched between them both.

The room is filled with the sounds of your breathing, the three of you panting and heaving to catch your breaths. Hyungwon wipes the sweat off his forehead and turns to you, a sheepish smile lifting the corners of his plump lips. Changkyun throws an arm over your waist and pecks your cheek, sighing in content. “You don’t ask for much, huh?”

“I just have expensive taste,” you laugh. “And an insatiable appetite.”

Hyungwon chuckles and brushes your hair back, muttering against your skin. “Happy birthday, princess.”

[inviouswriting]

Love

Aymeric x Kiya

Smut

Kiya wakes to the sensation of kisses being peppered on her face and arms wound around her loose. She scoots forward into the torso she has come to be so comfortable around, a hand reaching for a blanket to tug over her head to playfully stop the onslaught of affection on her. 

Aymeric is not easily deterred from her, if she had to guess he is smiling gentle and reaching to tug the blanket up and over himself. She feels the pull and soon warmth surrounds her in his arms, his face pressed into her neck where he continues leaving kisses. 

The blanket tugged up more exposes their feet to the air, Aymeric strewns his right leg between Kiya’s and nudges hers apart. Kiya moves her left leg on top of Aymeric’s hip and feels herself being pulled closer to him. Kiya feels the blanket pulled off their heads for fresh air. She is greeted to playful blue eyes staring at her in reverence.

Kiya looks to the side while his right hand ghosts down her side from shoulder to hip and back up to squeeze and dance across a breast. She makes a shiver not from cold but from the sensation his tender touch does. She looks back up at him, and his expression is softer, like he can’t believe he is allowed this still.

Aymeric keeps his hand making a path on her body in circles with his hand feeling her skin soft under his hands. Warming her up to him touching her, he feels the leg strewn over him press down and knows she wants him.

“Morning my love.” He breaks the silence between them, Kiya locks her eyes with him. The hand that was circling on her torso moves to her left hand, and Aymeric brings her hand to his lips to place his kiss, one he always does when they wake up together on her ring and before they sleep. Anytime he can do this he does. He does it as a way to promise his love every day to her and to protect her at night.

“Morning Aymeric.” She half yawns his name, getting a scoff out of him. He holds her hand in his, his hand nearly engulfs hers with how much of a size difference between the two is. Kiya splays her fingers out with his, and he follows her letting her indulge in seeing how her hands barely fits against his. 

Aymeric would curl his fingers over hers even as she scoots her hand on his palm up to touch fingertips together. Kiya sees him dip his head down and press kiss to her shoulder to her neck focusing on a spot just below her jawline.The arm underneath her moves to pull her closer to him she can already feel him against her leg.

Kiya is guided onto her back, Aymeric moves to settle between her legs. He places kiss after kiss over her as he shifts the blanket off revealing her to him. Kiya feels a wave of shyness hit her, closing her thighs together only to have him coax them apart.

He moves down to place more kisses, his mouth finding a nipple to tease and nip at gently feeling the way she shivers under him. Kiya jolts underneath him as his right hand moves down to rub at her folds dancing over her clit in slow circles.

“Sensitive?” Kiya hears the amusement in his voice. She looks up at him and can see him regard her with a playful stare. She feels the way he plays with her, she intakes a breath of air to hold feeling a finger press into her. One of the things about him she enjoys his how long his fingers are compared to hers. They reach deep and when he adds two of them she almost feels like it is another part of him inside her.

“A little.” Kiya’s hand goes to his when he presses his second finger into her and curls both just right to brush inside her. She hears him sigh content when he draws a pleased yelp out of her.

“Your voice always makes me pleased to know I do this to you.” Aymeric keeps his fingers moving in her, spreading her open and thrusting his hand against her drawing his hand out to use her fluids to soak her. He had to make her well pleased before he even thought of penetration. He knows the strain he does on her, always like their first time. Lots of pampering her, teasing, and usually an orgasm to ensure she is soaked.

“Please, Aymeric?” Kiya raises a hand to his face, and he leans his head to her hand. He regards her gently.

“My love, you know it hurts if I don’t prepare you.” She does know, he had taken her once without warming up properly at her urging. She had cried for him to stop, and he spent the rest of that evening soothing her for it. One of the mixed blessings and curses to him is his size. He brings her to such singing highs with his length, but has on a few occasions hit just wrong and caused her pain. 

He doesn’t miss her pout in her impatience, leaning down to claim her lips in a full kiss. He keeps his hand moving within her getting a third into her to stretch her, to accommodate something much thicker. 

Aymeric lifts her waist up with ease, and strewns her legs over his shoulders as he settles in a way so he can please her further. Kiya fidgets at being lifted in such a manner suddenly but any complaint she has dies on her tongue feeling his hands part her folds and his mouth claiming her folds covering from her clit to her entrance. His tongue sweeping over the nub and prodding into her.

Kiya keens out her tail thrashing wild between them as he teases her. Her legs pulling herself closer and rocking her hips to the pattern he teases her in. Sucking enough on her clit lavishing it with his tongue before pushing the appendage into her. Earning cries out of her till he knows she is ready to take him into her.

Aymeric gives her folds a long lick from her entrance to her clit before lowering her down. He fits between her legs and raises her waist to his own. He takes great pleasure in teasing her further by grinding his length along her folds watching her writhe underneath him as he uses her fluid to wet himself.

He feels her nails find purchase in his arms as he guides himself into her. The strain always there on the push in. He is in bliss when he goes in, but he watches her face for discomfort or pain. Last thing he ever wants is her in pain. He sees pleasure and goes until he is pleasantly seated within her. Her breathing more labored at adjusting, one of his hands between them rubbing her clit to distract her. 

There is always a wait, he waits till she is fully adjusted on him. He never minds it, he loves this moment between them as it lets him dote on her till she is blushing mad or frustrated from sitting still. He soon feels her signal for wanting him to move. She parts her thighs more and moves her feet so they press onto his hips just at his lower back.

Aymeric draws back and thrusts back into her, tearing a loving moan out of her. He starts out slow, deliberately slow, long draw backs and slow push in. He enjoys the feeling of her around him. Hot and slick. Kiya’s nails dig into his shoulder harder and he is moving her hands off his shoulders grabbing both in one hand to pin above her head. His back still tender from the night before when she clawed him. He has many scars from her, the deepest grooves in his back are from their first time. Both of them giving each other permanent markings. Her his back, him her virginity then.

Now he has her, all of her panting, and shaking underneath him. He marvels well at her flushed face from him staring, the vivid green hues look to his piercing blue. All it took for his control to snap and he lowers on top of her while his hips move wilder against hers as he kisses her fierce. 

Kiya returns his kisses, and arches under him pulling herself up with her legs wrapping around his waist pulling into his thrusts. Aymeric is firm in his movements and rocks his hips down in a way that enables him to brush that one spot in her. 

Aymeric keeps his eyes locked on her face, something he can never get enough of is the way she looks when she is lost to pleasure. How her eyes gloss over and look up at him with need. A need he provides her in releasing her hands and her grabbing onto him. She seeks his kiss and he meets her, her mouth parted for his tongue as it dances with hers. 

Nails find their way into his back again, and a few punishing thrusts but pleasant to her. Kiya arches and he feels her nails digging. He catches her hands to hold them at the sides of her head. He stares into her eyes in warning not to scratch him, but gives her his hands to grip. 

Aymeric keeps their kiss going, parting brief for air then capturing her lips again in a sweet kiss. He can see the flush on her face from his stare and her closing her eyes as a result. He alters the way he pushes into her and draws out moans from her. Repeated singing of his name between the kiss, he knows this feverish voice of hers. She is close.

Kiya arches under him, and he pushes into her harder till she feels more power in his thrusts trying to get her to peak over that edge. She does in a full cry of his name with sobs of pleasure off her tongue. He pushes deep into her to feel the way she clamps on him. Setting his own orgasm off and filling her.

Aymeric kisses over her face peppering her with many of them as he calms down from his own high while she hasn’t come down from hers yet. She won’t for a few minutes. In this time he places several love bites on her neck, too content within her to pull from her just yet. 

He would need to separate soon, as it is morning and they were back in Ishgard from their honeymoon. Kiya clings to him, not wanting to separate yet. He indulges her. He isn’t ready yet either. Aymeric can be a little late.

How can he deny his beloved’s needs?

[twolovesjinyoung]

JJ Project is the music duo of jyp entertainment though this group did not have a long life time, they are now apart of Got7. Verse 2# was the reunion album they made just for fans. After this album though sadly they decided to not resign their contract, having this be the last album JJ Project has made. IM Jaebeoms is the leader of Got7, and Park Jinyoung is one of the vocalist of Got7 But he is also an actor.

Now to get into the review

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Coming Home

~Instrumental

I really love how they chose to have live instruments for this song, it gives the whole song a different feeling. The bass part is very strong throughout the whole song, its very groovy and keeps you hooked. I liked how in the beginning it started off with a light waking up kinda tone and then the base kicks in when jaebum starts to sing. It’s a very simple method of writing but it works so well you wanna brake apart every part of the song

~Lyrics

The song is about a couple who haven’t seen each other in a while, hence why its called coming home. I think its very sweet, the verses talk about the struggle of waiting till the next day to see someone and how it feels like forever before you can see the one you love the most. My favorite line is

“Even if the night air is too cold

I thought of you who would wait outside

That’s how I endured and came this far

Now let’s never let go

The promise of seeing you when tomorrow comes

Becomes a lie

Just when I’m about to lose strength, I wake up

I wish I can escape from my dreams now”

It’s just a very cute song, its very simple but refreshing and impactful from what the norm is for kpop songs

~Album song placment

I think its perfect that they put is as the first song on the album considering that the second song “Tomorrow,Today” is the title song they flow into each other very nicely.

내일, 오늘 Tomorrow, Today

~instrumental

The song is also has live instruments in it too, its a very light hearted tone music wise. I feel like I’m going on a road trip lol. Theirs not much to say about the instruments though its a basic pop/rock groove music wise, but it suits the lyrics quite well.

~Lyrics

The lyrics in this song are actually very relatable and kinda heavy. They talk about the hard ships of growing up and choosing what to do in the future. Especially when your just leaving high school or college and you don’t know what the next step is. It’s kinda like how could I choose what to do with my whole life when I’ve experienced so little. A line in the song that really expresses that is,

“Why must I decide about tomorrow, today?

How should I know what tomorrow will bring?

My path and my dreams are fading

If I could turn back time and see my future

I would know which way to go

I would know where my path is”

Or this line

“Again today, there are questions I don’t know

I’m trying to answer but I’m not confident

Is it this way or that way?

I’m afraid of my decision

With an anxious heart heart heart heart

I’m standing in front of the next next next choice

Between paths that I’ve never gone on before

How can I find my way?

I’m afraid, day by day”

It’s very impactful though when Jinyoung sings “is it this way or that way” combined with the instrumental in the back. Honestly felt like crying its a great song.

~Album song placement

I think its a perfect title song sense its the second song on the album I’m happy put it as the second song because the flow from the first song to this lyric wise and instrumental wise is very prefect they did a really good job and I recommend everyone listen to this song with the lyrics.

On&On

~Instrumental

This song is very upbeat, just like the first song its very groovy but it doesn’t feel repetitive it suits the rest of the album very well. It has live instruments, the guitar in the beginning gives a very groovy vibe. I like the way its just Jinyoungs voice and a little bit of piano but the very strong guitar right off the bat. I love the clapping build up into the chorus when the main guitar melody comes back in its very powerfull. Overall the instrumental is beautiful.

~Lyrics

The lyrics for this song are low key very depressing haha, but its also very relatable. The song talks about society’s pressures on people to conform to the norms. They also talk about how people have their own standard for what they wanna achieve in their lives and others shouldn’t dictate what someone else does with their life. On of the lines that really sick out is this one

“I don’t know

If the path I’m on is the right one

I’ll find everything out at the end of it

When you get used to the dark,

You can start to see the path

There’s no answer but why are you making me

Look in the same place?”

But the song is very clever cause they say “On&On life goes on” like you gotta just do your own thing and not care what others are doing or what other people want you to do. Like the line says, “On&On life goes on, just put your glasses on” and I think its a very nice message

~Album song placment

I think it was perfect that they chose this to go after Tomorrow,Together because the themes are very simillar, like not knowing what to do with your life and its all scary and makes you anxious. But in the end you just gotta do what you gotta do and live your life the way you want.

Icarus

~Instramental

I love this song a lot honestly, I like how its just piano in the beginning and how it kinda feels like time stops before the chorus and then it gets very powerful after with Jaebeoms great voice. But after the chorus it goes back into soft piano and a little guitar it makes you feel like youre going through a lot of different emotions it’s beautiful. I also love the verse before the ending chorus how Jinyoung goes soft and the music gets softer, but you can feel the anger build up after towards the end again and the music getters lower again and then suddenly drops ending the song.

~Lyrics

The song is inspired by the Greek myth about Icarus. If you don’t know the story he was a boy who had wings made of wax who was locked up but one day he got out and flew towards the sun but because his wings were wax they melted and he died. This song shows a different persepective of the story which I love. Sense when you read the story for the first time they talk about how selfish he was. But in the song they sing that everyone kept telling him he couldn’t do it, and he wanted to try harder and harder to achieve what his main goal was. And also a lines I really love is this one

“Every time I get scared

For the people who believe in me

I will prove it

Every time I wanna close my eyes

I’ll picture me standing at the finish line”

And this line

“I’m not sure of this path

But I’ll fly, I’ll fly

I’ll follow the light and draw countless pictures

Even if I feel the limit”

~Album song placment

Honestly compared to the last three songs I think it’s refreshing brake from the rest of the music, it still feels the theme and tone of the album. But lyrically its nice to not have so much relatable life hardship songs overalll its very well placed.

Don’t Wanna Know

~Insturmental

The instrumental is very powerfull, they use electronic beats in this song. I don’t think that’s a bad thing though sense most of the songs on the album have been live instruments. I do have to say that the words that are being sang fit very well with the music because its a very powerful song lyrically. Otherwise theirs not much to say but its very beautiful, in its own way.

~lyrics

The song is about a break up, how its so hard to go one without their special person sense they’ve been toghter for so long.

They say

“I can’t acknowledge that you left

You still live in me

I know but I don’t wanna, I don’t wanna know

Not yet, please don’t leave me

Please don’t leave me no”

This is the chorus and he’s saying he understands the out come of the relationship, but he hurts so much that he doesn’t wanna know. He knows that he needs to move on but he doesn’t want them to leave him yet so he doesn’t wanna know and he wants them bad. It’s a basic breakup song sad slow song.

~Album song placment

It suits the theme of the album its kinda weird to be placed after Icarus lyrically but muscailly is very well placed. In comparison to Icarus sense the themes are so different lyrically is weird but if you don’t speak Korean it works well.

Find You

~Instrumental

The instrumental is so good in this song, the uplifting melody is really good, towards the end was the most beautiful part because that’s whe the lyrics became so sure of itself that they will get this person back and it’s honestly very beautiful. I love the ending so much because it shows how much they care about this person.

~Lyrics

This song is about trying to get back the person you let go and realizing how stupid you were for letting them down. It’s a very upfitng song ever good for the end of the album too. My favorites lyrics are

“When I look back at my days

There was never a day you weren’t there

Why did I take you for granted?

Every chance I get, I regret it

I know it’s me who let you go

I know it’s too late but just once more

Will you let me know where you are?

I’ll go run and find the times

When you were next to me”

I also love the lyrics

“I need you, I can’t breathe without you

Everything is meaningless

I’ll find you wherever you are, I’ll try

So we can smile like we did before”

The way Jaeboem sings this part gives me chills everytime he is so good.

~Album song placment

I think were they put this song us absolutely perfect I wouldn’t change a thing. It’s a really good album closer.

그날The Day

~Instrumental

I love love love the instrumental part in this song. The little bass riffs and the snaps and the guitar parts. Everything is so well put together. I also love the fact that Jinyoung said this is the type of music he likes to listen too. And I can really feel that in the song, its very jazzy and a nice clam song to listen to I love it so much.

~Lyrics

It’s kinda hard to pinpoint what this songs about but I’m pretty sure its about a past loved one or when he was younger. Theirs a lot of symbolism so its kinda hard to understand what he’s supposed to be talking about but I think Jinyoungs talking about his younger self. he tends to write songs like that a lot if its a solo thing nether the less the song is still really good and well put together. My favorite lyrics are

“If no one talks to me

Without a word

Without knowing, the only thing I look for

Is you

On top of this silent ocean

When the sun starts to set

On top of this difficultly set melody

I’m standing alone”

~album song placment

I think its perfect that its second to last sense its a solo song, compared to the rest of the album I think it works well Being at the end its like a special treat.

Fade Away

~instrumental

The instrumental is very R&B which is Jaebeoms style it suits the way he sings very well, he would know that though sense its his solo song. I love how it gives the song this kinda dark angry tone sense the songs about a break up. It also has this really nice distortion to it and it works very well with his voice

~Lyrics

The song is about an abusive partner. Someone who tells you they love but treats you with out care. And Jaeboem just talks about leaving this person and you can tell how upset and angry he is by the way he uses his voice and the lyrics its really good and interesting to read as well.

My favorite Lines are

“Just don’t blame it on me

It’s not my fault but ours

You only blame me, I tell you it’s not like that

But you cover your ears and you won’t listen”

I also love the lines

“I try to change myself for you

I try to hold it in

But you keep getting mad at me

Every chance you get, you doubt me

You trample on me till I disappear

I can’t do this no more”

~Album song placements

Contradicting to Jinyoungs slow song before Jaebeoms is more harsh and even though you can tell their styles and personality’s very well by each song it fits really well that jaebeoms song is after jinyoungs. Over all I thank it was best that Fade Away was the very last song on the album it wraps up the album very nicely, and it leaves you wanting to listen to the whole album over again.

Final Score

~Instrumental over all: 10/10

~Lyrics over all: 9.5/10

~Album song placment over all: 9.5/10

Overall score: 10/10

Last Opinions

I love this album a lot I’ve been listing to it for years now this is the first time I’ve analyzed it though. In all honesty some songs lacked some lyrical genius but its still nice to listen too and I will say that Don’t Wanna Know being after Icarus was weird but it’s something you can easily look over.

I still think this album deserves high praise though because it’s an album you can listen too without skipping a song, I could listen to it on repeat all day if i wanted it never gets old. Listening to any album without skipping songs is very important to me so the fact that I’ve never skipped a song from this album says a lot. Their for I recommend everyone at least listen to Verse2# once it’s really worth it. And thank you for taking your time to read this review.

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Chapter 3

|| Characters || Intro || Ch 1 || Ch 2 || Ch 3

A/N: Hey everybody!! So here’s the next installment of Brown Sugah Baby. The events in this story are complete imagination, and I don’t own the characters of BP. Nor do I own the Divine Nine; Southern University or the Fabulous Dancing Dolls, I only own the OCs. Thank you for reading and stay tuned for more!

Word Count: 2,506 [had to get in the details hunny]

Warnings: nothing really besides harsh banter.

Tag Squad: @maddiestundentwritergaines || @destinio1 (I need extra help so gotta tag my girls) @designerwriterchic @terrablaze514

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It was another scorching humid day at Southern University, and everyone had their hands full. Tailgating, getting the team ready for the game, the band tuning their instruments for the halftime show, the majorette team stretching and making sure the speakers were loud enough. The whole campus was on fire about the homecoming game against Alabama. One thing's for sure though, M’Baku could not focus for the life of him.

“Dude. You playin or not?” Erik nudged his teammate to get him out of the trance he was in.

“Huh? Uh y-yeah. Sorry man, I was just distracted. Let’s play.” Getting refocused on the plays for the game, he glance back at her occasionally.

What caught his eye you may ask? His best friend in her dark blue leggings and an SU tank top, practicing with the majorette team. The SU Fabulous Dancing Dolls, were one of the best in the land; and everyone knew it.

Once Nefe became captain, she made them even better. She lead the team to nationals her first year. It was like the music was in her blood, and she could throw out a stand like nobody’s business.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were checking out your so called best friend. Who I might add, was -“

“Sean, think about what your gonna say. Choose wisely before I send you to Jesus early.” M’Baku stopped him before he could even finish. These two were like bulls in a China shop.

They were constantly butting heads over Nefe and it didn’t make sense. One was only with her for the sex but she didn’t see it like that; the other was  her best friend and would do anything to protect her. Which mad shin want to go the extra mile to make sure she was safe at all costs. Yet it made Sean want to work harder to keep her.

“Or what? You gonna stomp me into the ground like a elephant?” The joking tone was paired with a sickening smirk. Sean wouldn’t let up with the Africa jokes and it made the situation worse.

“At it again with the African jokes I see.” The disapproving chuckle that left M’Baku’s lips, was a rare one because Erik was eating this up with a shit eating grin.

“What are you gonna do about then, huh? As far as I’m concerned you don’t have feelings for her, or do you? Cause either way, I’m gonna be the one she wakes up to every night till senior year.”

Now he was just taunting him. The low growl that erupted from his chest was loud enough for both men to hear.

“Man you straight up buggin. Even I know that ain’t right, and I was just like you.” Both of them looked towards where to voice came from. Erik of all people got over his old ways once he met Nakia. She put him in his place and he never left since.

“Your only chance of getting laid again, Sean, is crawling up a chickens ass and waiting.” M’Baku eyed him up and down and smirked a bit at his own roast, upon hearing the football team egging him on.

“Whatever man.” With that Sean just backed off, going back to stretching.

“Never in my years of living, would I be around to see you stand up for me. Of all people really.”

“Man, you’ve been there for my shit. I gotta be there for you. We boys, we gotta stick together.”

Erik was right. In this world all they had was each other, and for him to stand up for M’Baku like that was eye opening.

“I wonder what that was all about.” Nefe being an on looker to what just happened, taking a break from practice and all. Nattie knew exactly what it was about and Nakia pointed it out first.

“The boys were arguing over you. I’m so close to beating the hell out of Sean.”

Nefe sighed at what her friend was saying and didn’t even wanna ask as to why. She was tired of the boys fighting, yet was ecstatic for Erik breaking it up.

“Ya boy stopped em too. I don’t know how you got him to draw back is gangsta ways, but I gotta hand it to ya Kia.”

“He’s still like that, just a bit toned down. I love me some Erik though.” Nakia was smitten over Erik just the same. Them two, along with T’Challa and Nattie, were what Nefe wanted in a real relationship.

What she had with Sean, was just for fun. Did she tell Sean that? Nope. She couldn’t because she was afraid he’d hurt her again, and by hurt her that meant grabbing her. She only told Nattie and the girls, mortified about how M’Baku would feel. He’s very protective over her, along with her brothers too.

“Oh please. That fine ass man with locs can have any woman he wants. Even me, I have the body; mind and skills to prove it. I’m surprised he’s even dating you. You have less hair than he does.”

Nakia nearly lunge for her, but Okoye grabbed her before she could claw her face.

Melanie couldn’t stand anyone else’s happiness but her own. Tearing others down was her thing, and she never got tired of it.

“Listen here med school,” Nefe got tired of her whack behind and was about to give her a piece of her mind.

“Save it. If only you were on the cheer team. Because as captain I wish I could kick your as off the squad.” She got in Nefe’s face, at a comfortable distance.

“As a 2nd degree black belt, I can just kick your ass.” Nefe sucks her teeth and looked her up and down.

“I’d like to see you try-” Melanie was off till the coach called her back, and she gave them a sinister look before sassaying away.

“Count ya blessing bruja! You better be lucky she’s holding me back!” Nakia growled in rage and Melanie smirked before going back with the cheer team.

Ain’t no way in hell, was Nefertiti about to have her on the majorette team and not think about choking her.

“Alright y’all. Save the fight for the parties tomorrow. We have a game to practice for. Nakia, good job on your Spanish.” Nefe winked at her friend, who then gave her a hug.

“Nefe’s right. Come on.” Nattie rallied them all together, with the rest of the team, and got into formation.

“We doing Formation or Dose?” Nattie asked before pressing play on the laptop, that was plugged in near the stands.

The smirk laced that Nefe’s face, was a triumphant one.

“Let’s switch it up. We’re doing Dose.”

~The Game: Southern University vs Alabama A&M~

The game was close. It was 77 to 76 with SU in the lead so far. M’Baku has scored the touchdown and the field goal kick. Only 2 more quarters left to go and the crowd was hyped, with a sea of sky blue, yellow and white. Nefe gathered up the girls in a huddle one last time for a prayer. A Southern University tradition.

“Alright girls, one shoe in.” All the girls places their right foot in the circle and Nefe led the prayer. They all held each other’s waists and bowed their heads.

“Father god, I ask that you cover and protect us as you always do going into these life changing moments. We ask that you guide our senior girls to victory and cover them with your hedge of protection, dear lord. Marchbus into victory, in your name we pray..”

“Amen.”

Sending off with a proper SU chant, getting into position and putting on smiles was what the girls were used to. Down south with an HBCU halftime was a goldmine. It was like watching the history of black rhythm come alive.

“Nattie. There go ya boy.” Nefe nugged her best friend nodding in the direction of T’Challa, dressed in his drum major outfit, practicing.

Anyone who knows Nattie and T’Challa is that, she’s the dancer one of the two. Even though he tries his best, he knows he’s enjoying himself. Who else would be best as drum major?

“This fool here knows how to make people laugh. He loves what he does and that all I can hope for.”

Nefe could see the love in her best friends eyes, as she gazed at the goofy man with the feather hat. That’s what she truly wanted and needed in life; an honest and loving relationship. She kept battling with her herself on it and couldn’t decide when it was time to be upfront with Sean about it.

“I see you love. Good luck out there like always.” He cape over to give her a hug, the girls and the band all made noise with the sign of affection between the two.

“You two are cute. Ok Drumline, we gotta go. Lead us on Udaku.” Nefe smirked and gave him a fist bump, sharing a quick laugh, before watching him leave to start the whistle to let the girls go.

Their outfits were jumpsuits with sheer tights, that were a lustrous jet black; with cut out parts. The ensemble hugged every curt and left little to no imagination, as the girls sashayed from the outside of the field to the field. Hearing the crowd cheering them on as they lead the band in all their glory.

They all had their hair down and pressed out, in order off them to whip them back and forth. Except for Nefe because she refused to take her braids out, since she just got them done.

M’Baku knew where to look, as he glance at the field watching his best friend move with grace and elegance, to the music of the band. That was until his coach told him to come back and was embarrassed, causing Erik to laugh a bit.

T’Challa was doing his thing as any great drum major would, and gave the crowd a show. Any HBCU had a great leader, and Southern University had one of the best. Whomever was next in line, had to live up to his expectations.

The music changed quick as Nefe threw out the first stand, everyone in the stands was into the groove with the music as well. Everyone knew the Dolls would be immaculate as whatever song they danced to and didn’t expect less from the team.

The girls followed Nefe’s every move with a smooth nature. Throwing out high kicks; backflips, a few twerking moments and few gyrating movements. The girls felt right at home. Plus adding little bit of Latin flare of course.

Getting the crowd hype was what the Fabulous Dancing Dolls were known for. All the right counts; the formations and the stands were on point. All the way down to the strut back to the stands.

[Watch this to get a visual!!]

As the game went on, the hype never died down. The girls were allowed to stand on the sidelines with the cheerleaders, during the last 5 minutes of the game.

“The suspense is killing me man. Alabama State A&M is gonna probably kick our ass.”

“Come on Nefe. Have a little faith in our boys. They’ve never disappointed us and won’t now.”

Nattie tried her best to calm her friend down as they watched the game. This M’Baku’s first game as a running back and it was only his junior year. He had strived to be quarterback by time senior year came, and would never back down from striving to get there.

“I just hope he doesn’t miss this. This could be his big break for the head spot next year.” Nefe couldn’t hold in her excitement as much as she’d like to, and Melanie scoffed at her in annoyance.

“Oh please. Why are you so worried about M’Baku’s chances of being quarterback for? He’s got me as his good luck charm to worry for him.”

“Listen here Med School, I had a enough of your shit for one lifetime let alone in practice. I’m his best friend and I have a right to worry.” With as much fire to throw back at her, Nefe snarled and gave a once over.

“Why do you care? It’s not like-”

“Shut the hell up before I herky you in the throat.”

Nefe cut her off before she could ever start, and paid attention to the game. Getting antsy with anticipation.

“M’Baku, this is all you my dude. Score it for us, better you than Sean.” Erik encourages him as he glances his way, receiving a head nod and a smile.

“I got you.” With a gentle smirk towards him, and a wave to the Nefe but Melanie took it as one to her. He shook his head in defeat and got back in the game. As the call was heard he caught the ball from David, and ran for the end zone from the 40 yard line.

“Go M’Baku!” Nefe and her girls cheered him on along with the crowd.

Melanie had had enough and decided to speak up.

“Why are you so into his future, not like he likes you or whatever.”

“I’m into his future as much as he is into mine. That’s what friends do. Scouts are out here tonight, like they are at every game so they look out for him. I’m his friend and he is mine. Whomever he dates has to deal with it.”

Nefe didn’t even have to look at her to explain her reasoning. Hell, she didn’t need to and yet still did. Receiving a high five from Nattie, she got back into the game and was on the screaming happily when M’Baku scored the winning touchdown. Making the score 98 to 83.

The crowd's reaction was just like hers, as both majorette and cheer teams ran onto the field with the superfans. Nefe knew who’d she wanted to hug but was stopped by Sean and hugged him anyway.

“Did you see me babe? How’d I do?” He was too prideful in himself to congratulate the rest of his team.

“Uh yeah. You did great. I’ll catch you later ok? I gotta get the girls ready to uh march out.” Placing a kiss on his cheek, earning her a smile before he headed out to talk to his boys. She made a beeline for M’Baku, once they saw each other. He picked her up, spinning her around in glee.

“We did it! That was amazing.” M’Baku smiled as he held her as close as possible.

“I’m so freakin proud of you! You did so well!” Squealing in happiness, holding on tight to him as he spun her. Next thing she knew, she kissed him. It was as if time stood still, and nothing else mattered to either of them. Except for a noise from Sean and Melanie. Once they broke apart, he set her down and a sense of awkwardness filled the air.

“Oh shit..”

[archuve]

I was wondering if it’s ok for me to write a fanfic using your Hamanda children and your Dianakko child? The only reason I may not is because I don’t know if you would be ok with that and I don’t think my writing skills are very good, so I would like to know if it’s ok for me to use them and if you have any tips for a starter such as myself.

Well first of all Anon, I highly appreciate the fact that you asked and I’m happy that my kids inspired you to write a fanfic including them! Second of all, I’m sorry to say that I would say no to you using the kids in your fic for several reasons: 1) I have no idea what sort of fic you are writing2) They are very special to me 3) I have not disclosed all the information about them online. You don’t even know what Bernadette looks like lol. Their relationships regarding each other and their character history is very much in depth and complex even if I haven’t shared it. Fun fact!! It’s actually dianakko children, Bernadette is the youngest of three kids that Diana and Akko has. 4) Some information regarding them are also spoilers for UCM as this is in the UCM verse and is years after the events of UCM so I can’t just give you a link to the doc. 

As of tips.... well...ngl I’m kinda blanking rn but uhhh reading books is always a good place to start, look at your favourite authors and see what you like about thier work and well try to take it and put it into your own works. A lot of it is practising and just writing but really, that as useful as saying oh yeah just draw more to an artist. Also don’t hit yourself too much in the head that your story isn’t as good as well as my one for example or another writer whose works you admire. First works always sucks. Even when you become older, you will look back on your first work and go wow. I did that. I do that a lot with my old fics rn even the ones in Lwa I made like 2 years back. I’ve been writing for... 5 years now. huh. and oh my god I hate what I wrote 5 years ago cause it was pretty shitty. Follow some writing blogs here on tumblr cause they reblog tips that help with writng as well. Start a new paragraph when someone else is speaking, or when the scene changes or when the tone of the fic changes or when you switch from like scenery, to action, to feelings, to thoughts etc etc etc. Drink water. Rest your hands after 3 hours MAX at writing. I know its hard to rest when you're in the groove but trust me. REST YOUR HANDS. Don’t be like me who forgot to rest and now has a stepback with writing for maybe indefinitely???? idk its scary that it hurts my hands if I draw at all or write too intensely or for too long without a good enough break. 

Anyways, hope this helps Anon! Reminder again, also this goes as a blanket term for everyone tbh for now until reason 3 and 4 and maybe 1 is resolved, you don’t have permission to write my kids. Fan art and discussion however is fine. I am happy to answer questions or write about scenarios for the kids and talk about them because they are pretty amazing and I can’t wait till we get to certain parts of UCM where I’m allowed to drop in info about kids without spoiling my readers. 

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Listening

Sorry for the lack of stories recently! Things have been weird for me. This is a bit of a vent piece due to some built up frustrations, but I hope you enjoy it! It’s a bit of an adventure. Also not really editted, I’ll edit it tonight but here’s the rough version!

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Taking a sip of his chocolate milkshake, Percy let out an appreciative sigh. Annabeth and himself were currently in the middle of a nice date, at least in his opinion. They were both swamped as they prepared to head off to college, and it seemed like recently they only had less and less time to actually be together. Annabeth was still trying to finish redesigning Olympus, and Percy was responsible for continuing the repairs at camp, and making sure it was all good before they went off to New Rome for a bit.

Glancing over, he saw Annabeth scribbling on the small notepad she brought with her. Recently she had actually brought it with her everywhere. The fries were in the way, but he was pretty sure it was a rough idea of another temple. He was also pretty sure it had been at least five minutes since Annabeth had said anything.

Her brows were furrowed as she furiously scribbled away, clearly trying to get out whatever idea was currently rattling around in her head.

After another minute of awkward milkshake-sipping, Percy decided to finish the the story he had started before their food arrive. Prompted on by the occasional nod, or “mhmm” from his girlfriend, he continued it, desperately watching her face for a hint of a smile as she continued to scribble.

“...and on the bright side, they never did figure out why there were scorch marks all over the wall, or how Leo's knife ended up in the ceiling.” He finished with a small laugh at the fond memory.

He looked over at Annabeth but saw... nothing. She was still scribbling away on her notepad, brow still furrowed, and her lips pursed in that adorable way she does when she was focusing.

Percy paused, feeling completely shut down. Part of him wanted to call her out, but he could tell she was in one of those “grooves” where her brilliance was shining through and she was on track to make something amazing. So he stayed quiet, dipping another fry in his shake as he tried to busy himself with looking around the cafe. Little kids were too excited about being treated to milkshakes, there were a few couples clearly on a date, and a few families that were just having a good time. It brought a small smile to Percy's face, glad to see that even if his life was... dramatic to say the least, it meant other people could live out peaceful lives like this. It made things worth it.

Glancing back, Annabeth was still scribbling away and Percy let out a small sigh. Normally he didn't mind when she got this way, he understood just how important her work was to her after all, but it wasn't like this was a rare occurrence. It seemed like more and more recently she just wasn't... listening to him. Her mind was always on a million other things, and he started to feel guilty for even dragging her out here.

Before he could dwell on that thought much longer, he saw his girlfriend look up with a deer in the headlight look at him. It seemed dawn at her that he was actually right there. She gave him a sheepish smile. “Sorry. I uh... sorry.” She said, before she glanced once more at her notepad before she closed it and slid it to the side. “Inspiration just struck me.”

Percy nodded. “S'ok. I understand.” He offered with a small smile.

Annabeth flashed him a grateful smile. Reaching across the table she grabbed his hand, rubbing her thumb over his knuckles. “I missed the last part of your story...” She prompted.

Percy just shook his head. “It's not important.” He didn't really wanna repeat the story again.

Annabeth pouted slightly, but nodded, dropping the subject.

They chatted for a bit, until the waitress came by again. She asked if they wanted desert, and while they occasionally would split one Percy just asked for the check. He felt his mood being a little sour, and honestly wanted to avoid getting in a fight with his girlfriend.

Annabeth gave him a look, but he just flashed her a smile and took her hand as they left the diner.

Percy had hoped that would be the last time he felt ignored by his girlfriend, but it really was starting to seem like an unfortunate trend.

Percy found himself at the library with his girlfriend one day as he did some work, trying to stay caught up so he wouldn't have any issues graduating. It had been Annabeth's idea, she offered to help him study. So here he was, missing out on a beautiful day to do the responsible thing. Annabeth had already finished her work load, and was currently starting to sketch out some blueprints for a temple to the muses, at least according to her. To Percy it was still just a bunch of boxes. She had both earbuds in as she carefully laid out some more lines.

Erasing his answer, Percy dropped his pencil onto the table and dropped his head into his hands. He had screwed up again on this dumb problem. The pencil rolled across the table, stopping in the middle of Annabeth's sheet. She looked up at him, shooting him a minor glare as she flicked his pencil back towards him.

Percy raised his hands in apology and Annabeth's eyes softened, before she went back to drawing.

Percy tried the problem twice more, even working backwards after he looked up the answer from the back of the book, but he didn't seem to be having any luck.

Waiting till what he thought was a pause in Annabeth's workflow, he gently tapped her shoulder. She looked up at him, caught off guard, and he could tell she was suppressing some annoyance as she took out an earbud. It wasn't exactly a secret that Annabeth didn't like being taken out of her concentration.

“I've been stuck on this problem for about twenty minutes.”

Rolling her eyes, she took the other ear bud out as she moved over to his side. “Seaweed brain.” She mumbled, with a little less fondness than usual.

Glancing over the problem, then his work, she nodded. “You're close.” She offered reassuringly as she briefly rubbed his back.

A minute later, and Percy felt dumb. She had explained it perfectly, and now it made perfect sense. Annabeth knew just how to explain things to him, she knew him.

“Thanks wise girl.” He offered, and Annabeth flashed him a brilliant smile before she put her ear buds back in and went back to drawing.

Half an hour later and he finally finished the work. Glancing up, Annabeth was... well she was still the same. Hunched over, sketching quickly but carefully. Sure enough her blueprints were starting to come together.  He reached up, stretching out his back and letting out a muted groan. Annabeth didn't even spare him a glance as she continued to draw, silently mouthing along the words to whatever song she was listening to. He raised his hand to tap her shoulder, before he sighed and let his hand drop. She was focusing, he didn't exactly want to bother her if she was in a groove. Glancing at the clock, he saw it was just about time for dinner. Enough time for them to go and grab a nice meal before they had to head back.

Tapping her shoulder gently, he waited for her to look up. Gesturing at the clock, he watched Annabeth check it, before she glanced back down at her work. Looking sheepishly at him, she raised her hand to gesture for five minutes. Pressing his lips together, Percy wanted to protest but could see how excited Annabeth seemed about her project. Nodding, he just packed his stuff up before he rested his head on his arms. His stomach grumbled, but he could wait. He really did understand just how important this was to Annabeth.

Percy wasn't exactly sure when he had fallen asleep, but he eventually woke up to a gentle nudging on his shoulder. Sitting up, and wiping the drool from the corner of his mouth, he saw Annabeth looking at him with an amused, and apologetic looking smile on her face.

“Hey...” She offered gently.

Yawning, stretching, and checking the clock, Percy realized three hours had passed. “Finally done?” He asked, trying to keep any annoyance from his voice. Judging by the increasingly guilty look on her face, Annabeth nodded.

“Yeah, sorry...” She muttered, eyes flicking off to the side as her shoulders drooped.

Percy just sighed, not liking to see that look on his girlfriend's face. Standing up, he threw an arm over her shoulder and pulled her a little closer. “You should show me how it's coming along when we get back.

Annabeth looked up at him with a look that made his heart warm. She leaned up and kissed his cheek. “Time to grab a slice of pizza?”

Percy glanced away. “They closed half an hour ago.”

Annabeth tensed up next to him. “Oh... sorry.” She watched him carefully, but Percy just looked away. “It's fine, we can grab something back at home. Let's just go.”

He muttered as he took his arm off her shoulder and started to lead the way back. Annabeth was just busy, surely this tension wouldn't be around much longer, right?

Unfortunately, Percy was starting to get tired of being pushed aside. He had tried to talk to Annabeth about it once, but she had just apologized and promised it wouldn't last forever.

Soon, they found themselves back at camp half-blood for the monthly meet up between the seven. They were all gathered around in the dining hall, chatting and catching up with each other.

Percy loved these days. He had grown so close to all these people after all they went through, so any chance they had to just relax was extremely appreciated. Annabeth and Reyna were chatting happily, Reyna offering advice on an armory Annabeth was working on.

“Hey Annabeth?” He asked, waiting for her attention. After a moment, she pried her eyes away from Reyna and glanced at him. “Yeah?”

“I've been meaning to ask, how is the temple to the muses going?” He asked, trying to join in the conversation.

Annabeth just raised an eyebrow. “I finished that weeks ago.”

“Oh...” Percy trailed off. She hadn't actually told him that.

Rolling her eyebrows, Annabeth turned back to Reyna and continued chatting about how much space was really needed to store weapons.

Percy's shoulders drooped and he felt a knot of anger bubbling in his chest. He was tired of being shrugged off by his girlfriend.

Still...

She didn't get to chat to Reyna that often, and Reyna could offer fresh insight better than he could. Piper paused her conversation with Jason, looking over at him. Clearly his emotions must have been plastered on his face, because a look of concern overtook her face. Waving her off, Percy shrugged.

Determined to not let his mood sink the atmosphere, he turned to Leo and started chatting with him.

Leo seemed to do the trick, and one of his stories about a very bad idea, a moose automaton, and a bet had Percy laughing.

As he held his side, he leaned backwards, resting against Annabeth as he caught his breath.

His girlfriend looked over curious, a small smile on her face at his laugh.

“It's Leo. Man, you should hear this story. His cabin...”

“You should tell me later.” She offered with a small smile, before turning back to Reyna.

Percy's shoulders fell and he sighed. Standing up, he noticed a few people looking at him curious, Piper in particular.

“I'm going to get something to drink.” He muttered lamely, before he hurried out of the hall.

He only made it a few steps outside before someone caught his wrist. Turning around, instead of the usual mess of blonde hair, he saw Piper staring at him with a concerned look.

“Percy?”

“What?” Percy winced at his own harsh tone. That wasn't how he meant to sound.

“What's going on with you two?” Piper asked gently.

A few different denials ran through his head, but he just sighed and dropped his shoulders. “I... don't know.”

Piper's brow furrowed in concern. “Are you in a fight?”

“No... I don't think so. I just... I don't know. She's busy, and I get it, it's cool and all. It just sucks.” He muttered.

“What's happened recently?”

Percy paused, but Piper's honest look of concern burst the dam and he explained some of his frustrations. Keeping them bottled up for so long had been building up.

Piper just listened patiently, nodding along gently.

He ran his hand through his hair, trying to align his thoughts. “I just need a walk or something.” He muttered, seeing her nod before he turned and left.

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Annabeth wandered across the camp, looking for her wayward boyfriend. She felt a little guilty that she hadn't seen him leave. She had just been so distracted chatting with Reyna, but she was extremely disappointed when she found he was gone. She really had been looking forward to hear that story from Leo. Piper had suggested he had went for a walk near the beach, and was currently walking with her.

They turned a corner, and finally found their target. Percy was on beach, walking back towards them.

Smiling, Annabeth walked over and opened her arms.

Percy wrapped her in a tight hug, kissing the top of her head. “I'll... see you later. I'm going to go work on my cabin. Tyson is visiting soon so I should clean it up a bit.” He offered before he made his way back towards the cabins.

Annabeth just watched him leave, jaw dropped. He hadn't brushed her off like that in ages.

“What...”

Piper carefully stepped in front of her, watching her face carefully. “Are you two fighting?”

Annabeth shook her head. “I don't think so.”

Piper hesitated, clearly wanting to ask something. “Do you still love Percy?”

“Of course!” Annabeth snapped, glaring at her friend for even asking the question.

Piper raised her hands in peace. “I thought so. It's just... you don't realize how you've acted around him recently, do you?”

Annabeth took a step back, feeling a little defensive. “Like what?”

Piper again tried to calm her. “You brushed Percy off the entire time we were all chatting.”

Annabeth paused, caught off guard. “I... did? I mean I was chatting with Reyna...”

“And you shut down Percy every time he tried to join you.”

Opening her mouth to retort, Annabeth just closed it after a moment. After thinking back on it, it wasn't like she was wrong.

“Can you think of any other times recently you haven't really listened to him?” She asked carefully, clearly trying not to corner Annabeth.

“N...” Annabeth trailed off as she thought back. What frightened her was how easily she could think of examples recently.

Apparently her horror showed on her face cause Piper rested a hand on her shoulder. “Everything okay between you two?”

Annabeth nodded. “Of course! God, I love him so much. I can't believe I... I mean I didn't... He's everything to me. I know I've been busy, but Percy is...” She felt all her frustration building up.

She couldn't properly explain it. Percy was a crucial, nonnegotiable part of her life. They had been through so much together, Annabeth couldn't actually imagine her life without him in it anymore. He was a part of her.

Piper squeezed her shoulder gently, shaking her out of her thoughts. “Just because you love him, and he knows you love him, doesn't mean you don't have to put in the effort for your relationship.” She chided gently. “Don't take what you have for granted. Relationships aren't easy, and Percy is an amazing guy. You two are perfect for each other, but love takes a lot of work.”

Annabeth just nodded, feeling her heart crush inch by inch. “I just love him so much... I didn't mean to... I just figured....”

“That you two are together, and always will be? Even if that's true... think about how Percy must feel when you just assume he'll always be there for you. He needs you a lot too. You need to be there for him.”

Annabeth nodded, a sense of guilt flooding her system. She felt tears prick at the corner of her eyes.

Piper just smiled, pulling her into a hug. “Hey, it's okay. It's not like things are over between you two. Just... talk to him and work it out before things get worse. Everyone makes mistake.” Annabeth nodded, taking a deep breath before stepping back.

It was starting to get late. “He'll probably be at the campfire.” Piper offered. “I'd talk to him alone there.”

They made there way back, and Annabeth replayed the recent weeks in her mind, realizing all the times she had said sorry for being too busy, or too distracted, or too tired to properly respond to him. Yet he was always patient with her, letting her work on her stuff, or waiting while she was doing something. He had been an amazing boyfriend and yet...

When they reach the campfire, they found Percy sitting alone. He was still near the rest of the seven, but there was an empty seat for her and he looked glum. Annabeth bit her lip, another fresh wave of guilt. Even when hurt, he still was looking out for her.

She quickly made her way over, grabbing his hand. “Percy, can we talk please?”

He looked up at her with surprised, and slightly guarded eyes but nodded.

Leading him a bit away, and ignoring the look from Piper, she found a quieter spot.

“Annabeth, wha-”

“I'm sorry.” She forced the words out before she could come up with any excuse, or lose her nerve.

She pulled him a little closer as she kissed him. Percy quickly returned the kiss after a moment of confusion.

Pulling back, Annabeth looked at his utterly bewildered expression. It was so cute it hurt.

“Sorry for what?” He asked.

Annabeth just stared him in the eyes, reaching up and running a hand through his hair. “I'm sorry for being a bad girlfriend recently.”

“That's not true...” Percy started to protest.

“No Percy, I have been. I haven't been listening to you. I haven't been giving you proper attention. I've just...”

Percy watched her carefully. “You know I love you right?” Annabeth asked.

Nodding quickly, Percy smiled. “I know.”

Annabeth just grinned, kissing his nose. “I really don't think you know just how much I love you seaweed brain. You mean the world to me, and I've taken that for granted. I really can't say I'm sorry enough. I promise I'll do better. I've just been so swept up in my own world recently.”

Percy nodded, staying quiet.

Annabeth just laughed and buried her head into his neck. “Even now I'm doing all the talking.”

She felt Percy's arms wrap a little tighter around her as she felt a heat go through her body.

“I love you just as much wise girl. It would be nice if you could listen a little more.” He confessed quietly, as if he was afraid to ruin the moment.

Annabeth just hummed in response. “I promise, I won't make that mistake again. Besides, I really do love listening to you I hope you know.”

Percy just hugged a little tighter in response.

A few minutes later they rejoined the rest of them at the campfire, and Annabeth saw Piper give her a thumbs up when Percy sat down with his arms around her.

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Once again Percy dipped his fries in his shake as he took a bite. It still really was one of the best treats. He was about to take a sip when he saw another fry reach forward and dip into it first. Annabeth smirked as she took a bite.

They were back on a lovely date, and this time her notebook was nowhere to be found. While Percy wouldn't have minded, Annabeth had set herself the rule that she wasn't allowed to bring her notebook on their dates. If she really did have that good of idea, she said “it would still be there when they got back.” Percy wasn't sure he could properly express how happy that made him.

They were holding hands, and every once in a while, Annabeth would knock her feet into his as they chatted. They way she watched him when he spoke always had his cheeks burning and his heart fluttering. The warmth in her eyes was addicting to percy, and her little laughs were the best sound in the world to his ears.

Finishing his story, Annabeth laughed a bit before she squeezed his hand. “By the way, so how did Leo's knife end up in the ceiling?”

Percy looked at her, before laughing. “Well, it started because I made him a bet that...”

Percy was pretty sure this was the best date they had had in a while, and if they some strange looks when they both were laughing uncontrollably at the end of his story, then it was still completely worth it.

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Thank you for reading! I really liked this story, even if I relate to it a little too much. I hope you enjoyed it and more percabeth coming soon!

[carshkn500]

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