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The Smell of Plum Blossom Tea Ch 18

Summary: Just like a butterfly wing, a single act of kindness can change the course of the future, it certainly did for MK as a black furred monkey put out a hand towards him.

Rating: Teen and up

Chapter 18: Spiders, Demons, and People, Oh My!

“Just one more hour-”

“No, I’m putting my foot down you workaholic, you are shutting down and enjoying this festival with the rest of us,” Tang firmly said with arms crossed.

“But-”

“No.”

“It just-”

“Nope.”

“Sweetheart-”

“Love you too, but no.”

“Just give it up Pigsy, you know he’s not gonna budge,” Macaque called out as Wukong, in his human disguise snickered beside him.

“Shut it,” he barked back.

Tang decided to pull out the big guns as he clasped his hands together and said with wide eyes “If you don’t get your ass out of there and enjoy the festival, I will make sure you sleep on the couch for a week.”

“…fine!” He threw up his hands as everyone else cheered.

“Took you guys long enough,” Mei snorted.

“Just remember kids, threatening the couch is always a good way to get your partner in control,” the historian said with a wink.

“Don’t tell them that!” The pig demon shouted out.

“Then maybe you shouldn’t have opened on a holiday!”

“I can’t help it!”

“I know you can’t sweetheart, but this is why I’m here to remind you,” he said as he gave a kiss to his partner when he closed down.

“Awww, aren’t you both sweet,” Wukong teased.

“Can it!” Pigsy embarrassedly yelled.

“Doesn’t mean it’s not true,” he grinned to Wukong. No one besides those that already met him, knew that the monkey in disguise was the Monkey King and not just some dude called Wukong. Cause if they did, then the whole world would have shortly known by Tang fanboy screeches.

“Now that Pigsy has finally given in,” MK grinned as he ducked a rolling pin to the head, “we can finally meet up with everyone else!” He cheered as his bright purple sash, which was tied securely around his bright red changshan pants, flew behind him as Mei, who wore something similar to MK, but with a green dragon art wrapped around her shirt, charged after him.

“Man they sure are excited,” Sandy chuckled as Tang and Pigsy also followed the two children.

“Is he always like that,” Wukong asked as both monkeys slowly trailed behind them, easily knowing where the group was at all times.

“In a nutshell, this isn’t even his first time trying to work on Lunar New Year,” the other simian commented.

“I can scarcely believe it,” he muttered under his breath, not that it stopped the black monkey from hearing, as he forced himself out of his memories. “Also, have I mentioned that I’m loving the hairdo.” He smirked as he grabbed one of the two long strands from the monkey twin buns he was sporting.

“Blame Emerald, she wanted the both of us to match for some reason,” he rolled his eyes as he adjusted his bright red qipao adorned with flowers.

“I certainly will,” he teased. He was in a changshan as well, but in bright yellow that had clouds littered all around the front and he too had a sash tied around his waist, but in red. “Thanks for letting me borrow your sash by the way.”

“You would think that in your multitudes of outfits, you would have a red sash somewhere tucked in there. It’s even your favorite color,” he fondly huffed.

“I’m just as surprised as you are, I could have sworn I had one,” he lied with a smile on his face. Of course, he has red sashes, that’s his signature look, but he’s not gonna say that he wanted a piece of his friend’s clothing outright.

“Sure,” he rolled his eyes. “Well, we better catch up to them before they blow up the fireworks again.”

“Fireworks? You mean the one used during the parade?”

“Nope, I mean the ones they accidentally cause sometimes when they’re bored together,” he deadpanned as Wukong started to burst out laughing. “Not funny dumbass, there’s a reason there are now fire extinguishers at every other street lamp this time around.” He began to pick up the pace as he jumped onto a rooftop.

“Now I really have to know the full story!” He quaffed as he followed right behind.

“Not from me you're not, I swear I still have myokymia every time I think about it.”

“Man, I had almost forgotten just how good food stalls are,” Wukong said with his face stuffed with buns.

“Rethinking the shut in life,” Mac joked as he bounced the youngest of Yanyu siblings, Yuzu, in his arms.

“Oh yeah,” he eagerly nodded.

“We’ll just sit here and stuff your face, I need to hand Yu Yu back to one of her siblings,” he said as he went over to the group.

And that is precisely what he did as he continued his eating as he gazed upon the crowd of people and demons all enjoying the festival. He could see children running all around as they waved their puppet zodiac animals in the air, some couples were holding close to each other as they ventured from stall to stall, he could even see some mother, father, or guardian holding their child on their shoulders to get a better look.

“I should have come out here sooner,” he mused as he fiddled with the skewer stick in his mouth. “Really is nice out.”

“It really is, especially when the fireworks start,” he stopped when Mei finally announced her presence and sat next to him. He knew she was there and watching him, but he decided it was best if she made the first move.

“Well, how do you do on this fine night, little Miss. Stalker,” though that doesn’t mean he won’t still tease the hell out of her. He may be wary of her, but she is still vastly a child compared to him.

“Could be better, but since you're here I’ll guess I’ll settle,” she shot back and sat next to him.

“Ha, I could almost laugh, moon cake?” He held out a tray filled with mooncakes to the girl, who nodded in thanks as she took one. “They’re not as good as Moonshine, but they are pretty good.”

“The only cooks that can ever rival Pops is the chef that cooked for me when I was young and Pigsy.”

“If you say so,” he shrugged as he finished off the tray. “So what brings you around here.”

“Other than the festival?”

“Oh, that was a given, I mean here, with me as of this moment in time. I thought you still didn’t like me.”

“Still don’t,” she automatically said, “buttttt not as much as before.”

This made Wukong pause in his snacking as he looked towards Mei, “Oh? What changed? Was it witnessing my badassery? Beholding my awesomeness in all its glory? Or was it-”

“None of the above,” she promptly stopped him before he could get any more cringier, “You make Pops happy.”

“Oh,” he has to say that he was both not surprised, but still taken aback by her comment. “That's it?”

“Well, and you have stuck by his side when that creepy ass fucker showed up, so bonus points for that.”

“You should have seen Dad's face when you went absolute ham on his ass,” MK interjected as he latched onto Mei's back. “When he wasn’t all disgusted with the creep from hell, he was grinning the entire time. Especially when you landed those blows on him.”

“He was,” he couldn't help but perk up.

“Ugh, you both have it so bad for each other,” Mei said as MK nodded.

“What?!” He nervously said as he shot a look towards Macaque, who was talking to both Sandy and Yanyu, “I don’t have a-”

“You always try to go near him and cuddle a lot of time, all the affectionate nicknames, the goo goo eyes, jealousy towards Shun and your quick deflection of any mention of Dad boyfriend, stealing Dad clothing even though you had some of your own, I can go all day,” MK smirked as he listed off all the obvious ways the Sage monkey had a crush on the Doctor monkey.

“Don’t lie to us, it's so obvious,” Mei shared the same look.

It looked for a second that Wukong was going to rebuttal, but he sighed in defeat. “Is it really that obvious?”

“To everyone but Dad,” he chuckled and patted the monkey on the back.

“Greeatttt,” he groaned and put his face in his hands. “That’s just peachy.”

“Don’t worry, you won’t get too much grief over it, well at least not from us. I don’t know about the rest,” she shrugged.

“Really?” He peeks through the cracks of his hands.

“The two of us have been keeping an eye on you,” she gestured to both her and MK.

“MK, you too,” the Monkey King held a mock wounded look.

“Sorry, but I have to look out for dear ol Dad,” he scratched the back of his neck. “And to be fair, a part of me really didn’t want him to date anyone anytime soon after Shun and I didn’t know how the both of you would be like after the whole fight and everything.”

“Oh,” was all he could utter.

“But I can say that I don’t think I have ever seen Dad so happy than when he’s around you.”

“Now that’s a lie,” Wukong interjected, “You should see the way he lights up when he’s with you guys, his tail always swishes behind him when you're with him.”

“Ladies ladies, we’re all pretty,” Mei butted in before the two boys could go on to fight over the stupidest thing. “But at the end of the day, you make Pops happy so maybe you're not so bad and I guess you wouldn't be so bad as a partner.”

“It would definitely be weird,” MK couldn’t stop the images from intruding in his head.

“Thanks,” he couldn’t stop himself fondly rolling his eyes, but he paused when the implications hit him, “Wait? Did I just get your approval to court Macaque?”

“Court, who even says court these days?” The dragon successor says to herself.

“Red,” said the monkey's successor, “But yeah, you did. Though when it does happen, I’ll just let future me worry about that.”

“Thanks for the boost of confidence and approval, but those aren’t really necessary, I doubt Mac sees me as nothing more than a friend,” he gave a sad smile.

Both teenagers exchanged a look at the sheer stupidity of the monkey before MK sighed and stepped forward. “Well, I never thought I would be ever giving love advice to the Legendary Monkey King when mine is none existent.”

“Your Portay clone on the other hand is a huge flirt,” Mei called out.

“I still don’t know how that works!” He yelled back, he still can’t believe that his own clone would flirt with both of his crushes when he doesn’t even have the guts to say anything. He turned his attention back to the Monkey, “But what I can say is that you should tell him that you love him before it’s too late.”

“Kid, thank you for trying to encourage me, but I’m not going to do it,” he ruffled his child’s hair, “I don’t want to ruin what we managed to scrounge back together.”

“Dude, Pops still consider you his friend even after your big ass fight that went down in history,” Wukong’s eyes slightly widen at Mei’s words.

“Wha-”

“So, if you think that telling him would lead him to ditch you when not even physically fighting would? Then there is something seriously wrong with your head,” she bluntly finished.

The disguised monkey stayed quiet for a few more moments before grabbing both of their heads this time and fiercely ruffling it.

“Hey!”

“Not again! I just did it!”

“I’ll think about it,” he smiled down at both of them then scoped them in his arms as he walked towards Macaque. “Hey Moonlight! I saw this shooting game a few stalls back, I bet I can beat your ass on it!”

“Try me,” he smirked as he waved bye to the group and eyed the two squirming kids in his arms. “We’re they acting up?”

“Nah, just decided they needed a better view.”

“Your ass is not a better view!” Mei yelled out.

“Being upside down technically counts as a worse view,” MK shouted as well.

“What are you talking about it’s an amazing view!” He teased.

“No, it’s not!”

The black furred simian let out a laugh, “Keep them like this, Gods know it would be easier to keep an eye on them from doing anything stupid.”

“Aye Aye captain!” He mocks saluted as he held them steady and began to walk towards the stand together.

“Put us down!”

“Stop this is really humiliating!”

“Do you hear anything?”

“Nope, just little kids complaining.”

“We’re not kids!”

Everyone cheered as the parade was starting and they all gathered around in hopes to get a better look at all the different floats, with an extra cheer for their own zodiac.

“They sure are excited about the floats,” Wukong chuckled as he watched his student, Mei, and a bunch of other children stand on Sandy’s shoulder to get a better view.

“You should have seen the other year, they almost got onto the float,” he smiled as the two of them sat on a rooftop a little ways away.

“I can believe it…thanks for dragging my ass out here,” he slightly nudged him. “I really have forgotten just how amazing the festival is and spending time with people can be on this day.”

“Anytime Peaches, and if you want you can join us next year, though it won’t be in the city, but rather in the forest. We’ll be just eating round the table and lighting up lanterns with the whole forest, unfortunately not as exciting as the festival here,” he said.

“I would be more than happy to join in,” he instantly said. “I haven’t lit up a lantern in years and besides, anything with you guys is nothing less than fun.”

“Well I’ll make sure to let comet know to bring your ass around then,” he smirked as he looked up in time to see the first firework go off. At moments like these, he’s glad to have durable headphones, it was pure torture back then with ears like his.

“Yeah!” The disguised Monkey King stood up and cheered before sitting back down. “Fireworks are awesome no matter when.”

“I give it a 6/10, now lanterns on the other hand,” he said as he leaned against his friend.

“Don’t disrespect my lights like that,” he lightly shoved him before wrapping an arm around him and putting his head on his as the two of them watched the lights explode.

Everything was truly beautiful at this moment in time.

Unfortunately, the moment couldn’t last as the fireworks were cut short and before either one of them could comment on it, they heard screams and a voice that dominated.

“This is the Year of the Spiders!”

Neither monkey needed them to exchange looks before they both rushed to the scene and saw hundreds of robotic spiders spread all across, chasing and capturing people as they went.

“Shit Mind control!” Macaque cussed as he saw their eyes glow green when the spiders managed to snag someone.

“How in the fuck is the Spider Queen able to do that?!” Wukong muttered to himself as he already dropped his disguise and began to attack any spiders in his way.

“I don’t know, but I think something like that will have the answers,” he pointed to a large spider robot emerging from the ground. “At least Daiyu gonna have a real good time with this.”

“Damn, it’s like Bull King all over again.”

“I’m sorry what,” the black monkey blurted out. He heard the Bull became huge, but he thought it was an exaggeration, so he shook his head. “More on that later, I can already guess you're going to the spider robot of doom.”

“You know it,” he cracked his knuckles.

“You do that, I’ll try to find everyone else and destroy as many of these fuckers as I can,” he emphasized by breaking a few of the spiders on the humans and demons back. He summoned some clones and began to spread them out, “You better not get captured or mind controlled, I don’t feel like kicking your ass right now.”

“Trust me I won’t,” he cockily smirked as he summoned his cloud. “Be careful out there,” he yelled out as he flew off.

“I’m going to laugh in his face if he gets captured, now to find my kiddos and everyone else before I lose it” he muttered as his tail wrapped around the spider that tried to surprise attack him from behind and crushed it into pieces.

“Red!” Mei and MK rushed over to the fallen demon who had crashed land on their ship.

“That was a nasty fall you took there,” she continued as the both of them helped him up.

“What are you doing here?” MK asked once he was up.

“Escaping the Spider menace!” He hissed out to cover up the fact that his face was involuntarily heating up at his crushes arms holding him, “that Spider freak captured my father and she was going to do the same to me.”

“Shit she even captured the Bull King,” the Pig demon said.

“Yes, but luckily I know a way to cure the atrocious mind control that she had enslaved everyone in.”

“You do!” They all hopefully said.

“Yes, but I’ll need your help seeing that my own ride is currently,” he looked over towards the broken parts, “unavailable.”

“If it means saving them then count us in,” MK said determinately.

“But where are we going?” Sandy asked.

“The one place where we can only get the supplies,” he pointed upwards as everyone slowly realized what he meant.

“Space,” well almost everyone.

“No noodle brain! The Celestial Realm!” He loves him, but he can be a bit of an airhead at times.

“Fbiwbfowdjosbd The Celestial Realm! The home of heavenly deities and immortal beings!” Tang tried to go forward but was held back by his partner.

“Down Tang, down.”

“Yes,” he said unfazed, “so will you help me.”

They all exchanged looks with each other before MK stepped forward with a confident grin. “Guys, let’s help a demon steal from the Celestial Realm.”

“Macaque is so gonna laugh at me for this,” Wukong groaned as he tried to break free of the web. “So, so hard.”

“Seems there are things that even you can’t handle,” Spider Queen mocked as she stepped back into the room filled with tied up demons all being drained, some of them more tired than others.

“Can it little caterpillar!” Minsheng yelled out, they too were captured after they got surrounded. They're not as strong a fighter as everyone else, so it was needless to say they were hopelessly outgunned. “No one wants to hear you bitch! Seriously, I don’t know how Daiyu can even stand that voice!”

“You got that right!”

“I would rather die now than listen any longer!”

“Seriously just shut up!”

All the demons shouted out as they mouthed back to the Spider Queen.

“QUIET!” She yelled out in rage, “ Especially about that vulture. Lest you forget, you are all my prisoners now, you are nothing short of a battery for my darling. It’s best to remember that for the rest of your miserable lifespan.”

“I mean they're not wrong,” Wukong smirked, “You are getting really annoying.”

“I, unfortunately, can’t help but agree,” Bull King rolled his eyes at the supposed ‘Queen’ rage. “Your voice is grating enough that I wish to rip my horns from my head and seal them in my ears, but I know it wouldn’t be enough.”

“Why I outta-”

“And besides, you do know that this is not gonna work right?” Minsheng said.

“Now what are you blabbering on about now?” The spider demon was getting sick of this backtalk from these whelps.

“This plan, yeah it’s not gonna work.”

“Oh, now why is that? I suppose you mean of Monkey King protege and their needless efforts,” she smirked as she crawled up to him and leaned in close. “Well, I can assure you that those children are not prepared for my little spiders that are close behind ready to strike when they're down.” She backed up with that same malevolent smirk and was about to turn away when he spoke once more.

“Oh, I wasn’t talking about them.”

“What?” She turned back around, “Then who in the hell are you referring to?”

BOOOM! BOOOOM! BOOOOM!

A series of crashes and explosions all happened simultaneously from the outside as it only subsided for a mere moment before continuing once more.

BOOOM! BOOOM! BOOOOOOM!!

“What in the hell!” She cried out as she caught herself on the wall.

“That, that is who I am talking about,” the rabbit demon said as the spider raced towards the monitor. She pulls up the screen to see a sight that even frightens some of the captured demons. Because there on center screen was a tall malevolent violent monkey with eyes that glow bright purple as it took down some of the larger spiders that have sprouted out. But what they all noticed is that the titanic demon looked pissed as he screamed.

“WHERE THE HELL ARE MY KIDS!”

“What the sweet hell is that!?” She screeched out at the sight.

“Congratulations! You have completely pissed off one enraged papa!” Minsheng smiled at her horror. “Now he will happily introduce you to your execution if you don’t do as he says.”

“What?!”

“Hah, not even I would trifle so lightly when it comes to the Six Eared demon and his claims,” the Bull King laughed loudly at her foolish actions.

Some of the demons were even nodding in agreement.

“You're telling me.”

“Even we know not to fuck with him.”

“Oof, you're really gonna get it now,” Yin laughed.

“Better hope you have some blessing saved up somewhere in that shriveled up place you got a soul,” Jin snorted, “cause you're gonna need it!”

Wukong was staring at the monstrous form of his crush in all of his crush with a slight blush and said with a happy sigh, “Oh you’re so fucking screwed now.”

“That’s Macaque!?” She shrieked as she turned and couldn’t help but give a silent gulp as each and every demon looked at her, whether they were exhausted or not, with a malicious grin.

“You're done Spider Bitch,” Minsheng gleefully said.

She didn’t say anything else as she scurried out of there and went to look for the little girl.

“Bye Bye little spider,” they called out as the door closed behind them leaving them with only the sound of mechanical parts churning and the sizzling noise of their energies being drained remaining.

“Of course you would be infatuated with the Six Eared doctor,” Bull King couldn’t help but sigh, breaking the silence.

“Oh come on, even you!” Wukong shouted back, thus putting the room in a burst of laughter as the demons, whether civilians, criminals, or anywhere in between, began to gossip like middle aged wives at the market when they spotted an old friend.

“Oooo, is that so?”

“Of course you would go after doc, he is quite the catch.”

“Tell me everything!”

“Spill the tea!”

“Now that is something I wouldn’t have guessed.”

“If you have lived as long as I have, you would have long guessed that this was a long time coming.”

“I’m surprised that it wasn’t sooner.”

“Please someone just kill me,” he groaned as the chattering just continued. “Death would be kinder at this point.”

“Sorry, but fresh out of deaths today,” Sheng laughed.

“And didn’t you get yourself like four times immortal?” Yin asked.

“Five, remember the Yama book situation,” Jin said.

“Oh right, I keep forgetting.”

“I regret that so much,” he groaned even louder, it didn’t help that even the Bull King was laughing at his misery. “So, so much.”

Somewhere high in the sky

“What the hell is that!” Pigsy pointed out the giant transparent demon.

They all looked in shock as Tang said, “Please don’t tell me that the Spider Queen made an ally!” He groaned.

While the three adults began to panic at the new situation that popped up, three people, two humans, and one demon smiled widely.

“DAD/POPS/UNCLE!” MK, Mei, and Red all yelled out as they witnessed the scene.

“SAY WHAT!” The three other adults spun towards them in shock.

“Wait,” Sandy squinted his eyes, “Now I may be getting old, but is that giant demon Macaque?”

“What/Excuse me,” both Pig and historian deadpanned.

“ It is! And he’s kicking butt!” MK cheered as the titan stomped on a hoard of spiders.

“Kick that spider ass!” Mei yelled out with a savage grin as the monkey tail threw a giant spider down and obliterated it.

“Of course this would be nothing less than what he can do,” Red smirked at the chaos that was firmly putting the wretched spiders in place.

If anyone was paying close attention, they would have seen both titan and monkey ears twitch. They didn’t move from their position, but a sigh of relief did emerge.

“Found em,” Ahmed asked after he crushed a spider in his jaw.

“Yeah, I don’t know how the fuck they got out of my radius of hearing so quickly, but I found them,” Macaque, who was puppeting his larger version, smiled.

“That’s one worry crossed off.”

“You're telling me, now all we have left is to finish off this shit,” the monkey growled as the lion kept a close watch on his back. While it wasn’t difficult to control his larger version for a short time frame, it was difficult trying to maintain both forms and making sure that there would be no excessive collateral damage. He may be angry, but even he doesn’t want to hurt any innocent people, so it was shortly decided before he began his shadow puppet that the lion would keep guard while the rest helped everyone else. He can even hear Daiyu manically laughing off in the background where there’s the most spiders and can hear the slaughtering of mechanical parts.

Back on the ship, the others were slowly freaking out.

“I thought he was a doctor?!” Tang exclaimed as he watched the monkey decimate the eight legged cretins.

“I thought so too!” Pigsy was just as confused as his partner.

“Dad was a fighter long before he was a doctor, he just doesn’t do it as often anymore. I mean he used to have sparred with the monkey king a lot,” the teenage boy explained.

“You mean to tell me this is him going easy?” The pig demon could feel his eye twitch.

“Yup!”

“I hate to see him at his peak,” the historian muttered, then he paused, “wait, he knows the monkey king?!”

“Uhhhhhh.” MK just realized what he had admitted and slowly began to back away.

“Oooo, you fucked up now,” Mei chortled while sporting a large grin.

It took a minute for it to fully sink in, but once it did, boy did Tang straighten up with his eyes blown wide as if he had just been electrocuted. “No way! No way! Is he the fucking Six Eared Macaque from the Journey to the west?!”

“Say what?!” Pigsy exclaimed.

“Maybe?!”

“Is that a question or an answer!” Tang demanded as he stalked closer to him.

“Yes!” He was officially freaked out.

“Oh this is funny,” Red grinned.

“Right,” Mei happily agreed.

“Are you saying that he is the legendary deity that managed to help so many lives, but he is also the enemy of the great monkey king and I am just now learning that I’ve been hanging out with that same legend and dneirbowdubeodosbsudbksd!” The book loving man's mind has been blown as his words have long passed him.

“Great, you broke my partner.”

“I’m sorry!”

“Wait are you just now figuring that out,” Sandy blinked, “I thought it was obvious.”

“You knew!” Everyone on the ship snapped towards the giant in shock.

“Yes? It’s not like he was trying to hide it,” he pointed out.

“He really wasn’t,” the biker woman was on the floor dying of laughter at that.

“Hey look scary, creepy, too many legged spiders in need of decimating right ahead!” MK diverted the attention back to the city ahead. “Talk later!

“Oh ho ho, believe me, there will be many, many talks ahead,” Tang hissed and stomped his way to the front of the ship.

“Welp that’s going to be Dad's problem right there,” he said.

“Gonna pin the blame on dear old Pops,” Mei snorted.

“Yup! This is payback for the needless anxiety this caused me,” the monkey's successor eye twitch.

“HA!”

She may be outnumbered and her pawns may have been taken out, but she will not back down after all.

“All of you together can’t beat me! I am the Queen of Spiders!” Spider Queen declared in hysteria as she took a step forward towards the monkey brat.

“Oh yeah,” they all turned to see the Monkey King casually walking down the wall as he picked up the staff and with a spin he declared, “Well I’m the King,” and with that statement, he freed his student.

He bent down and helped pick him back up with a sheepish grin, “Well you already know I’m not too hot on some things, apparently spiders are one of them too.” Then they all stood tall against the Spider Queen as if daring her to try to make the next move.

“Well if I can’t have this world, then no one can!” She cried out as she slung herself up to the Spider mech. l and started it up once more as the ground began to violently shake. “I’ll level this whole city!”

Right when she did that though, both student and mentor jumped up in the air.

“It’s now or never!” Wukong cried out as MK grabbed hold of the staff.

“Right!” The two began to spin and spin and spin even faster until they were a golden pinwheel of light.

“Here comes Monkey Kid!” Right after that last work, Wukong flung MK forward as the student shouted out facing the enemy head on and the proud mentor whispered as he watched his kid take that final strike.

The machine broke as everything shut down at that moment in, but before MK could feel proud, he had noticed that he was currently free falling.

“Shit!” He yelled out and quickly looked around to find any sort of platform he could get a hold of.

“I got you!” He felt his collar then his body quickly stop free falling as quickly as Wukong in bird form was holding him up.

Unfortunately, he wasn’t quite fast enough to fly far away enough from the incoming explosion in his small form, but luckily there was another as he quickly grabbed the both of them in his hands and jumped far away enough. Just in time as everything explodes.

BOOOOOM!

The machine shattered in millions of parts that it was spread far and wide throughout the city, finally bringing the Spider Queen's short, but deadly, reign to an end.

“Whew, thanks-DAD!” MK exclaimed as he finally noticed that he was in the hands of his father's titan form.

“Great catch Moonbeam!” Wukong beamed up when he got out of bird form.

The Monkey titan didn’t say a word as examined their bruised, injured, and bartered form and with a worried purr, he gently stood up and began to walk back to the group with them still cradled in his hands.

“Anddd I don’t think he is letting us go any time soon,” the student said as he slumped down, only to wince at his bruises.

“Nope,” Monkey King replied as he tried to relax, but both the memories and the wounds made it very hard to do so, it also didn’t help that there was a familiar smell in the air.

Their form eventually made its way to the rest of the group as they all stared up at the lumbering giant that towered over them all.

“I feel like I should be more frightened,” Tang mused as he stared up at the ominous titan with a glowing eye staring back at them.

“I don’t blame you,” Pigsy huffed as he had to stop him from instinctively standing in front of the group, even though the giant monkey was an ally.

“Just be glad he’s on our side,” Sandy smiled up.

“You're telling me,” Red nodded as he rubbed his hands from stopping the explosion alongside his father.

Bull King said nothing as he stared up at the titan.

“Hey guys!” MK shouted as he waved at them.

“Liking the view from up there!” Mei shouted back.

“It’s pretty nice! I never knew laying down on a giant monkey’s hand would feel good until now!”

“Maybe I’ll give you a ride on my war form then,” Wukong joked as he climbed up and sat on the titan's shoulder.

“Wait what?” Though he wasn’t able to ask anymore as the violent hand slowly came down and in front of the group.

“A ride! Count me in!” The dragon girl hopped in first as Sandy followed close behind.

“This might as well happen,” the pig demon sighed as he supported his partner's weight on him and sat down next to the others. But that didn't stop Tang from going starry eyed over the Monkey King and Macaque titan form.

“I’m not going,” Bull King growled when the hand still stood in front of both him and his son.

Red promptly halted in his step when he said that and looked almost longingly to his friends as he put his foot down.

The Bull demon saw his heir's morose expression and only took a moment before he sighed, “You may go if you wish…son.”

The Bull prince's eyes sparkled at his words and he lit up with glee as he rushed over to the rest of the group, getting one arm hugs from both his friends. Yet, the hand still hasn’t ascended.

“Nice teeth,” Mei commented as the Prince settled down and she noticed her other friend teeth.

“Huh?” MK saw her wordlessly take out her phone and show him his new sharpen teeth, his eyes sparkled with glee. “This is so cool! Hey Red, we match!”

“Indeed we do,” he gave a slight grin, “but mine are much more deadlier.”

“Give me a couple days to get used to this and we can find out,” he grinned back.

Before Red could shoot back a growl was heard.

“I said, I’m not going,” he emphasized his words and glared at the giant.

Giant Macaque only raised his brow as he used his free hand to pluck the Bull King firmly, but gently held him as he continued his way.

“Unhand me you insufferable cretin!” He yelled out as he tried to break free, but with him still being wounded and drained of his energy, the struggle was barely even noticeable.

“And you say I’m headstrong,” Monkey King snorted at the demon struggles.

“Oh I am so keeping this,” Mei smirked as she took so many photos.

“Send me that,” Pigsy and MK said.

“Will do!”

They were only put down when they finally reached their destination, which was Pigsy Noodle shop, and standing in front of the doors was a lion supporting a tired looking monkey.

“Thank fuck you all are alright,” he sighed as he released the titan puppet when everyone was off and he should probably be glad that Ahmed was supporting his sorry ass as he would have fallen straight down from the abrupt disperse of energy.

“Are you okay,” Wukong worriedly asked as he noticed his moon tired form and how the lion was helping him.

“Will be, but for now everyone gets your sorry asses inside so I can patch you up,” he pointed to some of the clones inside already holding materials in hand.

“I’ll help-” MK began to say, only to be stopped by his stare “-after I heal up,” he quickly added.

“Nice save,” Mei whispered as both of them and Red went inside.

“You and I are gonna have a long talk Mr. Six Eared Macaque,” Tang almost growled.

“Wasn’t really trying to hide it,” he smirked as the historian raised both his hands in exasperation.

“And that’s what’s pissing me off, ‘it came along the way,’ you weren’t even trying,” he huffed as he marched inside, but not before giving a stink eye to the lion. “And I bet you knew as well.”

“Guilty as charged,” he had to hold back his laughter as his friend gave another strangled yell.

“You're gonna have one hell of a lecture from him,” Pigsy smirked as he nudged the monkey.

“I have already accepted my fate,” he shrugged.

“Good call, also don’t really care about your past and whatnot, you have already shown me that you're a pretty decent demon no matter what history may say.”

“Thanks,” he gave a small smile.

The pig demon patted his shoulder and went inside as well. Macaque looked towards the blue giant who just smiled.

“I already knew.”

“And this is what makes you the smart one,” he smirked as the therapist gave a hearty laugh.

“You need help,” Wukong cautiously asked once more as he stepped forward.

“I am not doing shit except letting my clones do the bandaging and healing, I need to sit my ass down,” he grumbled before giving a slight smile, “but thanks for worrying about me dumbass.”

“Always,” he smiled back.

“Now go sit your ass inside before I make you,” he deadpanned.

“I mean I don’t really need it, you know I heal pretty-”

“I can easily tell that both you and Bull along over there had your energy drained,” Monkey King paled.

“Ah…so you know.”

“Oh I know,” he tail swished angrily behind him, “and I also know just how fucking dangerous energy transfers are when they’re not done properly! And I already know that it wasn’t really Spider Queen's main concern now is it?”

“Ummm,” he nervously hummed.

“Now, get your ass in there or else,” his eyes flickered.

“Aye Aye!” He quickly walked in and escaped the eyes of doom.

“So it seems that there is more to the story,” Tang muttered as he watched the interactions as a salve got put on his leg. “It seems that the two immortal monkeys aren’t enemies.”

“Oh there is a lot more,” MK wished he could rub his forehead, but his hands were currently occupied by the clone wrapping his hand. “So much more.”

No one could say anything else before they heard the Demon Bull speak.

“I’m not going in,” Bull King huffed, “I’m not so fragile that I need to worry about such items.”

“You know what no,” Bull demon raised his eyebrow at the doctor's tone. “I’m not even gonna argue with you, your ass is going in there and you are going to sit down and you are going to get checked over.”

“You dare speak to me like that!”

“Frankly I don’t care!” He barked out as he broke free of Ahmed’s hold and marched up to the larger demon. “I have long since run out of fucks to give and I simply don’t fucking care! I am already spread thin with clones all around making medicine, helping out at the hospital, checking for survivors, and other shit! I was spread thin when I made my Puppet Titan to obliterate the fucking spiders. I am so spread thin that even my own self control is waning as we fucking speak that it’s taking all in me not to just make your stupid ass go unconscious, just so I won’t have to fucking hear you! So. Go. In. The. Noodles. Shop!”

“You don’t have the power to stop me,” he growled and took a step forward, not even acknowledging the lion demon piercing eyes nor the monkey Sage's own ominous stare.

“If you don’t get your ass inside I will call Queen Iron Fan and tell her about your stupidity about your health,” he bluntly stated.

“You wouldn’t dare,” he took a step back in fear.

“Try me bitch.”

“…fine,” he let out a final huff and lumbered inside.

Mei whistled as the clone was getting some derbies out of her back, “Dannnggg, just one word of the mother and he just comes.”

“Mother does worry about our safety when she’s gone,” Red nodded.

“For good reason.”

“Okay!” Macaque said loudly as he plopped himself right next to Wukong, “While you guys are getting bandaged, how about you all tell me what the hell happened both inside the ship and how the hell did you get that antidote because I know the smell of immortal peaches from a mile away and that antidote had that in spades.”

“So that’s why the whole city smells like that,” the brown furred monkey eyes widened, “I thought I was going crazy.

“What is the point in that?” Bull King questioningly asked.

“Well, I thought that it would be better if we all figured out how not only she managed to get her hands on mind control potion that potent, but how almost all the demons, including you two, one of the strongest ones in the world, got captured by the Spider Queen.” He emphasized, it literally makes no sense how she was able to do that. Sure she may be strong with access to her minions that do her dirty work at times, but she’s not that strong to manage to take down so many villains, and she doesn’t have the connections to find a potion of that kind of caliber.”

“That is a fair point,” the Bull demon reluctantly agreed.

“Great! Now talk.”

“She caught the staff?” MK blurted out as he popped up from Mei's shoulder.

“I know! Caught me by surprise too,” Wukong huffed at his student surprise.

“To be fair, Lady Iron Fan did the same with me, but she had some sort of metal glove.”

“But not with pure energy,” Red leaned back into Mei side, “it took me countless centuries to find all the supplies to make that glove and the Spider Queen only used her energy, something is not adding up.”

“Ain’t that the truth,” she nodded as she subtly brought her two crushes, which she will happily keep to herself until both of them are comfortable, back to her. She could very much appreciate the fact that they both had very warm and comfortable bodies that she will happily take advantage of.

“So that’s where Minsheng was,” Ahmed hummed, “the others were worried about them.”

“He really did tell her off, but I saw him escape with the rest after they broke free,” the monkey explained.

“That’s one worry off then.”

“Son, how did you know the incantation and the symbol to enter the Celestial Realm?” Bull King asked when they got to the part where they were about to enter the realm.

“Umm well you see,” he nervously chuckled, “there are so many ways you can get inside the realm other than the main entrance and it’s not like it was hard to actually find another way once you know what the main one looks like. But don’t worry, I haven’t stepped foot inside the realm until today, so they shouldn’t know that it was me who entered!”

“To be honest I never knew that there were other ways you can get inside,” Wukong admitted, “Nice job.”

“Indeed, show me how exactly you managed this feat when we get home,” the giant Bull said. It is no easy task to accomplish something that no one else has done before, he didn’t acknowledge the pit of warm pride he felt.

“Yes father!” He excitedly said, not noticing that his two friends were eyeing the Bull King with disdain.

“Wait hold up, how the hell did you manage to sneak into the Celestial Realm almost undetected?” He questioned when his son finished telling them how they escaped the holy realm.

“Well there was like nobody there, the only real problem we encountered was the spiders, two lion statues that came to life, and perhaps my crippling anxiety,” he shrugged.

“Well get to that last bit later, but what do you mean no one?! You went to the Heavenly Orchard, Lao Tzu alchemy lab, the fucking Jade Emperor Throne Room! What the hell did you mean no one was there?!” His eyes twitch as he gets shrugs from almost everyone, he says almost as now Red son is realizing that what he said is true and is slightly paling at what that could mean. Even Wukong and Bull King are looking at the group in absolute confusion.

“That does raise a concerning question,” BK rumbled. “The Celestial Realm is never without the deities inside, especially the Jade Emperor himself. So if all the deities were gone on the same day then there must have been a deadly matter that needed to be taken care of…but everyone gone? That still makes no sense.”

“You're telling me, it wasn’t even that easy for me to cause havoc when I was up there. I had to disguise myself as so many people just to make it out to the courtyard,” Wukong nodded.

“It just doesn’t make sense on why-” he stopped himself as he looked towards the other monkey and then his son and a thought occurred. “No, that couldn’t be, hey flicker do they still have that Spirit detecting thing for when you enter the realm.”

“Indeed they still do,” he faces palmed as he completely had forgotten that they had been specially made after people, deities, and demons tried to break their way into the realm one too many times.

Macaque couldn’t stop his smile from growing as he finally realized what happened and he burst out into laughter. “No way! No fucking way! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”

“Huh?” Everyone echoed as they watch the monkey burst out almost out of nowhere.

“Umm Dad?” He tried to call out, but he was too busy laughing.

“Pops? You good?” She tried, absolutely nothing in reply.

“Mango, moonlight, my other half,” Wukong grabbed him by the shoulder, which did make him pause, but still was sporting a wide grin. “What the hell did you figure out?”

“Srk, okay holy shit this is just way too funny,” he choked out and continued. “The reason why no one was there was because they sensed MK spirit energy and the staff, both of which had been imbued with your energy. I mean, I know that after sensing your energy was coiled around mine a few weeks ago, they did not want a second round with Wukong in any way shape, or form, especially his successor, so they just fucked off and left!”

Dead silence overtook the small restaurant as everyone's eyes slowly turned to the Monkey Sage, who was sporting both a cheeky and a sheepish grin.

“I feel like I should probably apologize to them one day.”

“The sad thing is that it sounds about right,” Red sighed. While he doesn't visit the celestial realm, he knows enough to know that many deities, including the Jade Emperor, would rather just up and leave than deal with Sun Wukong after what he last did no matter how many centuries may have passed. He does have to admit that out of everything he did, this may have been one of his biggest feats yet. “What is my life right now?”

“Let’s just continue,” Pigsy said as he was holding back his partner from asking so many questions.

“Evil laughter?”

“Shut up.”

“It was fun!”

“And highly entertaining.”

“Shut up!”

“And that’s all of it,” MK finished off.

“Crazy as usual, but that still doesn’t explain how she was able to do what she did,” he leaned back. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw Wukong stiffen, but he kept that to himself. He will get it out of that monkey when they're alone.

“I heard the whispers again,” everyone's eyes whipped towards Bull King, but only Red son and Macaque knew what he was talking about.

“You mean the same ones that controlled you back then,” the doctor hissed out.

“Indeed.”

“You met Lady Bone Demon?!” Wukong blurted out but immediately regretted that as everyone's eyes were locked on him.

“You know that vile cretin!” Bull King growled.

“Wait Bone Demon! As in the same one you met in the Journey to the West! That one!” Tang wanted to lean forward, but both Pigsy and Sandy were holding him back.

Wukong said nothing as he gripped his fists under the table.

“Monkey King?” MK worriedly asked at the monkey's still expression.

“Sunbeam,” the monkey blinked at his friend's hand on his and looked up to see his concerned look, “what happened?”

“…okay,” he entwined his finger with his and looked at the group. “I met her on the ship.” He then began to explain his experience with the demon on the ship and the restaurant was silent as he talked.

“So,” Macaque broke the silence, “it seems that we were right on the idea that this was no ordinary spirit.”

“You’ve been investigating this?!” Wukong asked as everyone barring the Bull family and Ahmed looked in shock.

“Of course I have, Bull King got possessed and no one found that at all suspicious? I mean that’s why Queen Iron Fan is currently not even in the city right now, she is meeting some people over some enchanted artifacts and spells that will help. But now that we know who exactly we're dealing with, I think we can narrow that down by a lot. So, you’ll update her,” he said towards the Bull family.

“Already doing so,” Red’s son said as his eyes were glowing red.

“Good, now anything else you tell us?” He looked back to his dumbstruck friend.

“Just that I…encountered her a few times before and that there was a reason she was buried so deep underground,” he sighed as he rubbed his thumb on the black fur. “What she wants the most is to make herself known to the world and she wants to accomplish this by conquering the world, so she’ll be after me first and my powers.”

“And we will be ready,” MK determinedly said. “We know that she is alive and that she is probably planning something, but whatever it is, we'll be one step ahead of her.”

“You got that right, I mean who would ever expect this,” she gestured towards the room filled with people, demons, and immortals, “Wukong lives in isolation so in no way will he be interacting with mortals, supposed enemies with Pops and Bull family.”

“That part is still true,” Bull King grumbled.

“Mostly, but even then you can tolerate him and that is what she won’t be expecting!”

“But there still is the problem that we don’t know what she is planning after her plan failed,” Tang pointed out.

“Was it her plan at all?” They all turned to face Pigsy.

“What do you mean?” MK asked.

“Well, it just seems that with the whole spider theme going on, it was more of the Spider Queen plan and the Bone chick tagging along at the end, you know, like that one person in a group project. I always hated that guy, stupid Hans,” he growled.

“You…do make a point,” Red eyes flickered once he finished his talk. “And mother also said that she will be going to the highlands next after she’s finished dealing with the…unruly elves.”

“That’s one way to say it,” Bull King nodded.

“But since the plan with the Spider Queen failed, where would she go next?” Mei asked.

“We’ll hold on,” everyone looked to Sandy now as the giant looked at Wukong and Bull King, “You said that she was following the Spider Queen, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Indeed.”

“Well I may have only met the Spider Queen once, but it’s easily recognizable that she has a superiority complex that hinges more towards the self importance side, and judging by how you describe the Bone demon, she is very tactile and manipulative to use this to her advantage. So we already know it was Spider Queen's plan first, but it was the Bone demon who most likely approached her first as you said that the Queen was more hostile towards the other. But, even when the plan failed, I think that she will still stick with the Spider Queen as she is not only one of the strongest in the city, but maybe has the resources she needs at the moment,” he finished and took a sip of his tea.

“Holy shit,” Mei whispered out as MK nodded.

“Knew you were smart, but man you were hiding it in their big guy,” Pigsy smirked.

“Oh well just a guess based on what I know about their personality and actions,” he sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck.

“A well educated one it is,” Bull King said, “What is your profession?”

“I’m a therapist.”

“That makes sense,” he nodded.

“But for now, how about we hold this off until tomorrow,” Ahmed said as he looked at everyone’s bandaged bodies and drooping eyes, “I think we all deserve some shut eye.”

“But-”

“Their invasion just failed and they won’t be staring back up any time soon,” he cut MK off, “this can wait until tomorrow, where our minds would be fresher and perhaps our bodies a little lighter.”

“Agreed,” Macaque nodded.

“…okay,” MK gave in.

“Good, now everyone upstairs,” most of them began to trudge back up, the doctor eyed the Bull family, “I assume you have the teleportation spell?”

“Yep, prepped and ready,” Red confirmed.

“Then have a safe trip back,” and with final goodbyes, the Bull family left the restaurant, and with a flash, they were gone. Macaque watched them leave and promptly grabbed hold of the back of Wukong collar “And where do you think you're going?”

“Back to the mountain?” He questioned.

“No you're not, you're staying here.”

“Look Mac I really don’t feel like talking more about her,” he sighed once he knew everyone else was gone.

“And that is fine, but you are not leaving my sight anytime soon, now come on,” he pulled him up, “there is a hoard of blankets and pillows calling our names. So just relax, you are safe.”

It didn’t impact the monkey until he felt the warm coil of violet energy gently brush against his vigilant golden aura, did he finally settled down, and his nerves slowly relaxed and the next thing he knows is he is sitting on the rooftop surrounded by blankets and pillows and he is currently snuggled on Macaque shoulder as he hums softly and felt his soft hands groom his fur.

“Sleep Sunshine, we can deal with it all tomorrow,” he whispered and tucked him further underneath his chin.

He wished he could thank him for doing this, for watching over him during his blackout, for keeping him calm, but the words eluded him, and instead, he cuddled further into the hold. He stiffed when he heard soft footsteps approach, but relaxed at the familiar energy of both of his kids approaching him.

“Mind if we join,” MK asked as he took in the sight.

“Would you be up for that Sunspot?” Mac looked down.

Wukong didn’t say anything once more and just wordlessly nodded.

“Alright, you both can join, but right to bed.” He firmly told them both.

“Oh don’t worry, even my bones feel tired,” Mei said as she cuddled next to the black furred monkey and MK softly laid next to the brown furred simian.

Then there’s was silence once more as only the bustling from the streets could be heard as people reunited with each other once again, the whistle of winds, the steady breathing of the small group, and the soft humming of a six eared monkey lullabying them further and further into a deep sleep. And as Wukong listened, felt, and saw everything, only one thought was left as he closed his eyes for a long slumber.

He really loved his family.

As to why Mac didn’t get captured? Easy, he doesn’t have the same kind of cocky ego that both BK and Wukong shared. He actually likes to think before he acts.

Also, hey yeah remember how I said my longest chapter was like two chapters ago, welll I made a freakin new one and guess what? IT’S OVER 9000!! Like holy shit I need to sleep, but damn am I proud of how long I can make these XD

#lego monkie kid #monkie kid #mk #macaque #PlumTeaAU

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Someone Like Him

Flip Zimmerman x Reader

2.2k ; No warnings, just a lot of fluff!

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If there was one thing true more than anything else about all the reasons you loved him, it was that once your husband had his heart set on something, he was going to accomplish it.

You knew this of course, having been by Flip’s side for so long, but sometimes…well some times it was far more evident than others. Sometimes he displayed such a creative streak of ingenuity, that you wondered just what the extent of that quick-thinking capability was, if there was even a limit to it at all.

The house was completely snowed in. A freak blizzard at the end of March rendering all your plans for the evening useless, namely an early showing at the cinema and lunch from your favorite diner, now all closed from the unexpected weather. Some Fridays, Flip liked to take you out on the kind of dates you shared way back in the early days, the days where he was still too shy to ask to hold your hand.

Now though, now you’ve been together for so long that he takes your hand in his own with ease, palms only a little sweaty. He still takes you on these dates, because he’s a sentimental man, but also because he’s a firm believer that that honeymoon phase never has to end. You agreed.

Get dolled up anyway, Flip had said when the two of you woke up to darkened rooms and a muffled soundscape that morning courtesy of 60 inches of snow, Don’t come downstairs, I’ve got an idea.

That had been hours ago, as noon was now quickly approaching. As the morning had progressed, there were all sorts of sounds of scuffling coming from the downstairs spaces. The kitchen clunked and clanged, furniture dragged against the carpeted floors in the living room, and while you were upstairs debating which string of pearls to wear, you could hear him swearing and cursing up a storm.

You offered the occasional, honey are you alright? To which he replied with a hasty, yeah ketsl don’t come down yet!

But now as noon was on the horizon, the usual time that you and Flip would leave the house for a matinee and milkshake, those noises were coming to an end.

In fact, very soon the only noise was that of a knock on the bedroom door.

“Who is it?” You call pretending to be your mother, like you were a teenager again and Flip was picking you up in his dad’s ’58 oldsmobile.

“Philip Zimmerman ma’am, is (Y/N) home?” Flip asks from the other side of the closed door. You could hear the smile in his voice, could hear how pleased he was that you were playing along.

“She might be.” You respond with a cheeky sort of faux-apprehension, as if you might make things difficult for him.

“Might she be free to spend the day with me? I’ll have her home before dark, honest.” Flip sounds nothing like his younger self, his voice far too deep and resonant, far too confident.

But as you brush a final lock of hair into place and you stand from your vanity, opening the door to reveal your handsome husband makes you nearly emotional, memories of those early dates rushing back to your mind as he stands there with a bouqet of flowers he stole from one of the vases in the dining room.

You grin as he hands it to you, stems still a little wet from the water they had been sitting in, and you take them happily, closing the bedroom door behind you, pressing yourself up against him in the hallway.

“You can keep me as long as you’d like.” You whisper, looking up at him through your lashes as you take a sniff of the beautiful tulips he had presented you.

“I know, but it’s only polite.” He leans in to softly kiss your cheek, a chaste kiss that reminds you very much of how he used to be so worried your family would scold him if he did anything more…salacious while they could potentially see.

“What are you planning, Mr. Zimmerman?” You ask, both a playful continuance of this little game of pretend, but also genuine curiosity at what the hell he’d been up to this whole time.

“I promised my girl a movie and a bite to eat, and that’s what I intend to give her.” He offers you his arm, and you waste no time in linking your through it.

When he leads you down the stairs, your eyebrows shoot up in an impressed excitement. He really was so creative when he needed to be, wasn’t he? You think to yourself as the living room comes into full view.

He had converted it somehow into a movie theater. Flip had rearranged the couches so that there was a free wall, which he had positioned the loveseat in front of so that the two of you could snuggle up and watch something together. The curtains are all closed, not that it does much as snow covers all the windows, making the room nearly pitch black.

Or at least it would be pitch black, if not for the tea-candles that he had lit in a long aisle, to create something like the strips of lighting in theaters that were used to illuminate the rows of seats.

But the most impressive part to you out of all of this, was the proper film projector that was positioned just behind the loveseat.

“Honey where did you get this?” You ask, setting the flowers back down in the vase Flip had taken them from. You’d never seen this in the house before, and you spent all day every day here! How had he managed to hide it from you?

“One of the guys at the station was getting rid of it yesterday right after work because he said it took up too much space, I thought I’d rescue it from a life at the junkyard – it’s in perfect fuckin’ condition can you believe he wanted to dump it?” Flip shakes his head, as he lit a cigarette and exhaled a puff of smoke.

The smoke caught in the beams of light from the projector as Flip turned the machine on, and you grinned when you saw that he had figured out the distance for it to perfectly fill the large wall.

“Sure beats turning on the TV, huh?” You tease, so fond of your husband, fond of the way he can see the potential in everything.

“Look I’ve even got some reels.” Flip hoists up a big metal cannister, before turning to you and presenting you with, “Does the young lady want…Top Hat? Or…Top Hat?”

“Hmm, two tickets for Top Hat please.” You take your time deliberating this very difficult choice, and when you give him your answer Flip nods and hmms in agreement, like you made the right one.

“Alright, that’ll be one kiss.” He informs you, and you frown with mock disappointment.

“Only one?” You pout.

But Flip nods anyway, and he sucks down one more puff of his cigarette before setting the cannister down and pulling you into an embrace. He blows smoke out of his nose like he’s some great dragon, and you wind your arms around his broad shoulders, plucking the Camel out from between his teeth and pulling him down for a kiss by the light of the projector.

Your mouth parts for his tongue easily, happily, and you sigh against his lips when they smile against you. He tastes like nicotine and love, and you almost don’t realize how starved you were for his kisses with him being busy all morning, until you’ve got him in your arms once again.

He caresses you while you breathe against each other, while your lips take their fill of one another. One of his hands smooths down your body and clings to the small of your back, the other cupping the nape of your neck and holding you close close close. You smile, and he smiles, smiles so wide that it’s hard to keep kissing him after a while, because you’re chuckling against his lips and his nose keeps nudging yours slightly from silent shakes of his own happiness.

“Keep the change.” You whisper when you finally pull away, the both of you breathing heavy, your eyes closed as you press your foreheads together.

“Could you pop some popcorn?” Flip asks in the quiet of the living room, making you crack up just from the sudden change in mood, and soon he’s laughing too, explaining, “I didn’t want to set the fuckin’ kitchen on fire.”

“Again.” You wink at him, handing him back his cigarette which he happily takes another drag from as he follows you into the kitchen.

“Watch it ketsl.” He gives your ass a little pat and you shimmy your hips at the stove, putting on the Jiffy Pop.

When the silver bag has all but nearly burst and the projector is playing the soft image of Ginger Rogers and Frank Sinatra, you and your husband curl up on the loveseat. Occasionally, you reach into the bag at the same time, your fingers brushing up against one another. You playfully fight each other for the popcorn, which ends in Flip gently tossing kernels of the buttered snack into your mouth, occasionally missing your mouth and hitting your face on purpose just to get you laughing.

You’ve seen this movie probably a hundred times, but it was always one you kept coming back to. The quick wit had you laughing, the songs had you humming, and the music, well.

“Dance with me?” You look up with wide hopeful eyes at your husband, when the orchestra strikes up once again as Fred and Ginger launch into a choreography that you could only dream of following one day.

He indulges you with a shake of his head and sigh, and a, “As long as you don’t step on my toes.”

You scoff and roll your eyes dramatically as he offers you a hand which you gladly take, let yourself be pulled against him like a magnet. You waltz around the living room to the tune of Cheek to Cheek, and Flip even twirls you once or twice, making you perfectly pleasantly dizzy.

“I’m not the one in size-13’s.” You teased with a big fond grin, and that seemed to be the proverbial last straw for Flip because suddenly he was attacking your face with chaste kisses, tickling you with his goatee which you had trimmed just the night before.

“You’re terrible to me, you know that?” He shakes his head sternly as he continues to kiss your cheeks, your nose, your forehead, your neck, “Awful. Absolutely horrible. The worst. I adore you.”

He catches your lips in his once more, kisses you slowly, deeply, passionately. He keeps kissing you even as the song has come to an end, cups your cheeks in both his hands – mindful of the cigarette clamped between his fingers – and rubs soothing little motions with his thumbs that follow the curve of your eye-socket.

He is so tender with you, so tender always. He’s a big man – 6’3” and sometimes seemingly just as wide – a strong man, a man who could crush your skull with ease if he wanted to. But he never wanted to, never wanted to be anything other than tender with you, and it made your heart so full that you almost could cry.

“Are you thirsty?” He asks, when the kiss ends.

You nod, because yes you are, all that popcorn had turned you parched.

With the movie still playing in the background, Flip brings you to the dining room, where he then retrieves a milkshake in a tall glass from the kitchen. He places it in front of you and sticks in two straws, just the way you always drink it – one for him and one for you. He even covered the whole top with whipped cream and maraschino cherries, just for you.

You watch the movie from the dining room, resting your head on his shoulder in between sips of the shake, holding hands under the table like someone could come in and reprimand you at any moment.

“Flip?” You ask, interrupting the great gondola heist scene.

“Hm?” Flip responds, turning to look at you with soft eyes.

“Thank you.” You bring his hand up for a kiss, a warm soft press of your lips against the scarred back of his palm.

“Anything for my girl.” He says with so much conviction that you believe him, you really really really do.

“Anything?” You say anyway, a little suggestively, suggestively enough that he knows exactly what you mean.

You and Flip simply look at one another for a moment, before he makes the quick decision to run into the living room and turn the projector off. You hurry after him, and he gives you space to go up the stairs first before he follows, pinching and grabbing at you in that playful loving way that only makes you laugh and yelp and get to your bedroom faster.

The snow outside may have canceled your plans for the day and forced you both to stay inside, but it didn’t matter so much. Not when you were stuck inside with someone so wonderful, so loving, so caring, so creative and funny and smart and sarcastic and handsome like him.

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kpop---scenarios · 4 years

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Soulmates...Funny Aren't They?(2)

Commissioned by: @kpopularstolemylife

Warning: Some Smut.

Word Count: 4.9k

The next few days, you ignored everyone's attempts to get a hold of you. Especially Namjoon and Jackson. To say you were confused would be an understatement. You knew Jackson wanted you, but would you be willing to settle for a person you were actually meant to be with? Not likely. You really did like Jackson, but knowing the fact that he wasn't supposed to be your forever bothered you. It wasn't something you thought you could ever get over.

"Y/N, I will bust down this goddamn door!" You hear a voice yell at you from outside your front door. "Open up!"

Namjoon. Shit. You should have known he wouldn't give you the appropriate amount of time before barging in on your one woman sulk show. Unable to help it, you mutter a few vulgar words at him in your head as you shuffle your feet through your dimly lit hallway to the front door.

"What?" You hiss as you rip your door open.

"Let's go." He scoffs, grabbing your arm to drag you to your room, followed by an amused looking Chaeyoung.

"What's she doing here?" You ask, turning your head to look at the smirking girl again. "She's taking pleasure in my misery, isn't she?" You scoff.

Namjoon turns back to look at a smiling Chaeyoung, who quickly goes stone faced once he sees his unimpressed look. "Stop it." He whispers at her.

"Yes, she is really relishing in your suffering. I apologize." He sighs, glaring at his one love, one more time.

"I wonder how much she would enjoy if I just took you away from her." You murmur, throwing a few daggers her way.

Namjoon laughs. "As much as I love you, we both know that's not going to happen."

He heads into your closet, pulling out whatever outfit he grabs first before shoving it to you, demanding that you go get dressed. With a pout, you do as you're told, heading into the bathroom to slip on a pair of jeans and a shirt, even though you most definitely didn't want too.

"Good." Namjoon says, placing shoes in front of you and giving you your purse.

"Where are we going?" You whine, wanting to get back onto your couch and die.

"Studio." Namjoon deadpans. "You've been holed up for too long. You're an award winning artist. Time to get back into the groove." He snaps.

"It's only been a day!" You protest, trying to plant your feet, without much luck.

"Pour it into a song. You'll thank me later." Namjoon grunts as he pulls you towards him.

He was right.

For the next few days you sat in your studio at Big Hit working out your anger towards the one who ripped your heart from your chest and stomped on it in front of a bunch of people. The one who was supposed to be your forever but had turned into a never. He hurt you, and you weren't sure if you would ever be able to get over it.

While you worked through your pain, you managed to end up with a pretty amazing album filled with songs about broken hearts, and revenge. At least one good thing came from this experience.

"Y/N!" Jungkook huffed as he pushed the door to the studio open, looking disheveled.

"What's going on?" You ask, a little startled.

"G Dragon..is.. here.." he lets out between breaths.

"Why?" You growl, squeezing your pen.

"Uhh.. Namjoon may or may not have agreed for us to do a song with him." He whispers, avoiding eye contact.

You could feel your stomach lurch at the horrible memory of rejection and the painful feeling of not being enough for him. Being nothing but unwanted by your soulmate was like having your heart ripped out of your chest and stomped on, but he didn't care.

"Why?" You manage to croak out, your throat dry.

Jungkook sighs as he looks at your painted face. “Look." He starts. "You and I both know what this business is like. But it’s just that, a business. I’m so sorry but, uh.. there is a possibility that Jackson here, too” he finishes in a rush, blowing you a small kiss before running out of the studio.

For fuck sakes.

You could just not fucking catch a break. One man who didn’t want to give up trying to get you, and another one who never wanted to try with you in the first place.

Standing up, you lock the door behind Jungkook who swiftly left after being the bearer of bad news.

You had somehow managed to avoid anyone but a select few interns all day, who’d so kindly kept you supplied with food. Looking at your watch and by the sounds of hunger your body was making you knew it was time to go. Pulling your phone out, your heart jumped seeing the missed texts and calls from Joon.

A text from Jackson… and a missed call and voicemail from Jiyong.

Ignoring all the others, you put it on speaker and played Jiyong's message: “Y/n….” it began. Too much. You couldn't. Quickly you stopped it, hands shaking, you weren’t ready to hear whatever he had to say.

Shaking it off, you Glanced over the texts from Joon, a consistent 'I know what you’re doing' and 'stop ignoring me'. You decided to keep

ignoring until he was in your face, which you knew would come soon. Packing up your things and shutting other things down, you begin walking out of the studio, when your eyes meet Jackson’s as he’s sitting down and across from the door.

“Have you been here all this time?” Your voice is sharp from being startled.

"I have. I've been trying to get a hold of you since that night. You never replied to my offer and I've been going crazy wondering what you were going to decide." He admits, looking at the ground.

"Jackson.." you sigh. You don't know what you want, to be honest. You want your forever, but maybe soulmates aren't meant for everyone. Maybe there are people who find their forever with someone who isn't their soulmate. Would there truly be any harm for you to go out on one date with Jackson? Probably not.

"One date." You say. Jackson's smile grows bigger as he begins jumping around the hallway, yelling out how you finally said yes. "Just one." You say, forcing back a smile as you walk away. You're not too far away from Jackson when you hear him whisper "that's all I need."

With a large smile on your face, you walked towards the front doors of the Big Hit building, feeling like nothing could tear you down. Until you saw him. You knew he was here, but didn't fully process the fact that he was real. He was walking with Jimin, both of them had big smiles plastered across their faces. Good to know he felt absolutely no remorse for what he had done to you.

You wanted to be over it. You wanted to say fuck him and move on, but he was your soulmate and everytime you saw him your heart hurt a little more. Jimin notices you almost instantly, and when he tries to make GD walk away quicker, you swore you could see a small smirk on his lips. He was enjoying your pain.

That motherfucker.

"Fuck him." You scoffed to no one in particular, pushing your way through the door to make a quick exit to your car.

The second you sat down, your phone dinged with a message.

[9:36pm] Jackson: Tomorrow night, 7pm. I'll pick you up, beautiful.

For the first time since finding the one who was supposed to be your soulmate, your stomach was filled with butterflies and it was from someone you weren't meant to be with anyways, what were the odds?

"Look GD, we go way back, you're a very good friend but Y/N is also a very good friend of mine and you're being a fucking asshole." Namjoon spits. "I love you man, but grow up. She's your soulmate, and you're crushing her. She locked herself away being miserable because of.." he trails off after being interrupted by Jungkook.

"She's not that sad anymore." He chuckles, reading your text again. "She said.. 'Date with Jackson tomorrow. What should I wear?" He chuckles. "I gotta go."

GD slumps himself back on the couch, crossing his arms. "I thought she didn't even like Wang." GD scoffed.

"She didn't. Until you were a douche and he was there for her." Namjoon says, shrugging his shoulders. "Make it right, man."

Jiyong sat there for a few minutes, lost in his thoughts. Were you really now moving on with Jackson? You weren't designed for Jackson, but whatever. It's not like Jiyong cared at all. Do whatever and whoever you want. He didn't care, you were a free woman. Absolutely free. So why did it make him feel so terrible?

The next day, the smile never left your face as you waited for your date with Jackson. The butterflies never left your stomach either. Jungkook had been a tremendous help with deciding what you should wear, how to do your hair and makeup. This was your very first date, you wanted it to be memorable.

"First date!?" Jungkook yells, his jaw dropping.

"Right? Which is why I'm terrified." You breathe as you pace around the room.

"Look, you'll be great. I gotta go, let me know how it goes." He smiles as he slips through your front door.

You and Jackson had been at the restaurant together for a total of 34 minutes and 16 seconds before someone you truly did not want to see walked in, and smiled at you. Jiyong. He waved to Jackson before whispering something in the ear of the hostess and sat at a table. Right beside yours.

"Fancy meeting you two here." He chuckles. "Friendly dinner?" He asks, knowing very well what it is.

"No. We're actually on a date." You spit.

"Oh! Well don't let me interrupt, I just came to have some dinner. Alone. Me time. Enjoy yourselves." Jiyong chuckles, looking at his menu.

"Anyways, you look absolutely stunning tonight." Jackson whispered, reaching over the table to grab your hand. A blush crept across your face as your eyes trained on Jackson for a few seconds before darting to Jiyong. You didn't want to look at him, frankly you wanted absolutely nothing to do with him, in your head. But your heart still fluttered when he was around. Your stomach was still cased with butterflies when you were around him or when you just thought of him. You couldn't win.

"Thank you." You smile. "You look so handsome." You finish, shyly tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

You could see Jiyong staring at the two of you from the corner of your eye and you hoped he suffered.

Over the course of the next few weeks, you and Jackson continued to see each other, although it was clear he was falling a little quicker than you. You were still stuck on Jiyong, but wanted to try to move on.

"Do you, though?" Namjoon asks, rolling his eyes. "I don't think you want to move on from Jiyong, and that's why you're having a hard time with Jackson." He finishes.

"H-How dare you!" You scoff. "You couldn't be more wrong. Things are just great." You say, crossing your arms.

"What's up?" Taehyung asks, walking into the living room with a smile on his face.

"Just talking about Y/N and Jackson." Namjoon says.

"Oh and how she can't fully commit cause she's still hung up on Jiyong?" He chuckles, looking at your shocked face. "We all know."

You knew they were all right. You knew that you truly weren't in a position to go anywhere further tuan friends with Jackson but you didn't want to break his heart. You had grown to actually really care for him, but the more you spent time with him and the more he tried to get closer to you, the more you realized you didn't want to be like that with him.

That night you invited him over to your house. Earlier you decided that if you were going to end whatever it was between you two, you needed to do it now and in person.

Knock

"Hey beautiful." Jackson smiled as you opened the door, moving out of the way to let him in.

"Hey." You kind of just whisper, following him to the living room.

"So." He says, sitting down on the couch. "What should we do tonight?"

"Look Jackson, I actually wanted to talk to you about something." You sigh, knowing this isn't going to be easy.

"Don't." He spits. He knows what you're going to say, doesn't he. "Don't end this."

"I'm sorry. I just can't do it anymore. I can't be with you when I know my heart belongs to someone else." You whisper.

"He doesn't want you." Jackson growls through gritted teeth.

"I know that. But I can't move past it. He's the one whether he wants me or not." You sigh.

"That's just dumb, Y/N. Why are you trying to ruin this? I will love you and treat you so right. He will do nothing but ruin you! Why can't you just choose me. I'm better for you anyways!" He snaps.

"Jackson.." you whisper.

"Just let me have one kiss. Let me kiss you and prove it to you that it should be me." He begs.

You slightly nod your head. Maybe it was the feeling of guilt that made you agree, or maybe you thought that one kiss from Jackson Wang would cure all your feelings for Jiyong, regardless when he placed his lips on yours, you felt nothing. There was no spark, no butterflies, nothing. You felt guilty, maybe even a little dirty.

You pulled away quickly, staring at him with wide eyes.

"Amazing." He chuckles excitedly. Did he have the same kiss? "Did you feel it too?" He asks.

"I'm sorry.. no. You should go." You say, a tear slipping down your cheek.

"No.. Y/N, you must have felt something!" He demands.

He won't stop yelling as you usher him towards the front door. "Don't do this! He'll never love you like I do. I'm the only one for you." He shouts.

Once he was finally out of your house and you had locked the door, he cried and banged on your door for awhile, while you sat in your living room and cried.

You were terrible.

A few days later, you hadn't heard from Jackson at all. Neither had Namjoon or the boys. A part of you was worried, wondering what he could possibly be doing, but the other part of you told you to leave it alone.

You pushed him to the back of your mind as you finished getting ready for the night. Tonight you were attending the Mama awards, with Namjoon as the song the two of you wrote together was being nominated for a few more awards.

Once you arrived, you excitedly sat in your spot next to Namjoon as you waited for the show to begin.

A few hours later, you leaned over to Namjoon, whispering in his ear that you were going to run to the bathroom and you'd be back. He mostly ignored you, too busy watching the group perform while you snuck off to the bathroom.

On your way back you were completely oblivious to the person behind you, until you were stopped from entering the room. You turned your head to see who it was, and of course Jackson had a tight grip on your arm, his eyes pleading with you.

"Can we talk? Please." He asks in a broken voice.

"I'm sorry,I should get back." You whisper, pulling your arm away only for his grip to tighten.

"You strung me along. It's only fair you hear me out." He snaps.

"I didn't.." you pause. "Let me go." You asked.

"Not until you talk to me!" He demands. You're very conscious of the people walking by, looking at the two of you, his hand wrapped around your forearm.

"I believe she told you to let go." You hear a voice from behind you, from the shivers running down your spine, you immediately recognize it.

Jiyong.

"Of course you're here." Jackson laughs, lacking humor.

"Of course I am, I am her soulmate, afterall." Jiyong smiles.

"Don't act like you care now." Jackson spits.

"I've always cared." Jiyong says.

"No you haven't. You couldn't have cared less about her. The one you're supposed to love, protect and keep safe. You ruined her!" Jackson sneers.

"I may have hidden my feelings in the past, but I'm not doing that anymore. She's the only one I need, want and can fully love. And I'll do whatever I have too to prove it." Jiyong says, looking at you with a small smile.

"So then let her choose. Y/N. Me or him?" Jackson asks. "Me, who will do whatever I can to make you happy and feel loved. Or him, who will only hurt you, time and time again."

"You know the answer to this. It's not even a competition." You say. "I'm sorry." You pause looking at Jiyong. "Jackson, it will never be you. Regardless of what we go through, I'll choose my soulmate, everytime." You say, giving Jiyong a small smile back.

"She is my forever, after all." Jiyong whispers, grabbing your hand to pull you away, leaving Jackson standing there confused and hurt.

"Wait.. wait." You say, yanking your hand from Jiyong's grip.

"What?" He asks, a confused look on his face.

He can't seriously not understand your hesitation.

"What kind of game are you trying to play Jiyong? What the hell was that? And why did I go along with it so easily?" You spit. "You don't want me! Why can't you just leave me alone." You sniffle.

"I meant every single thing I said in there." Jiyong deadpans. "Every last word of it. I love you. I am in love with you, and will always love you. I'm sorry it took me so long to accept it, and I'm sorry for how I've treated you in the past. I'll spend forever trying to make it up to you."

"Why the sudden change of heart?" You ask, crossing your arms.

"Honestly, Namjoon. He gave me a pretty good talking too which made me realize something. He also yelled at me, but I deserved it." He admits. "Can we please forget any of that happened?" He asks.

"Forgive me if I'm not quite willing to be with you after you told me you did not want me. It's hard to believe that you do." You snap.

"What can I.. " he begins before you cut him off.

"If you want to be with me, prove you're sincere and won't kiss me one night and humiliate me the next day." You finish, storming away from him.

That night you laid in your bed and cried, but not because you were sad. You felt guilty for being mean to Jiyong. Despite everything, you still wanted him to be here holding you and telling you it was going to be okay. You wanted him to try and show you he loved you. You still got butterflies when you thought about him.

Fuck, did you hope he tried.

Over the next few weeks, Jiyong put in a grand effort. He sent flowers to you everyday.

You sat in your studio with your head in your hands the next day, replying to the scenario with Jiyong over and over again. Were you stupid to give him a shot? You tried to date someone who wasn't him and it didn't work. So what else were you supposed to do? You had been so lost in your thoughts you almost didn't hear the knock at the door. You stood up, opening the door a crack only to be met with a face full of flowers. You opened the door more to show an apologetic looking Jiyong holding said flowers. He alternated days of sending them and bringing them himself.

A week after you had told him to prove it, he showed up to bring you lunch a few days a week. Told you he loved you multiple times a day, before he left, when he arrived, through text, etc. He took you on the best dates and always made sure to tell you how special you were to him.

"I hope you know how much you mean to me. You're so amazing." He tells you as the two of you lay on a blanket on the beach, hand in hand.

You loved it. But part of you was still nervous that it was just for show.

"You're coming to the Golden Disc Awards tonight, right?" He asks, bringing you out from inside your head.

"I am." You smile.

"Good. I have a surprise for you." He grins, making your heart melt.

"What kind of surprise?" You ask, raising your eyebrow.

"One that I will not tell you or give any hints about." He laughs, making you pout.

"I'm nervous." You laugh as his hand lands on your thigh.

"Don't be. I think you'll love it." He smiles. Over the last few weeks you have fallen deeper and deeper in love with this man, everything he had done in the past was almost completely faded from your memory, and replaced by only happy memories. When you had envisioned your life with your soulmate, these kinds of things were what you imagined, and you loved it.

Later that night you were sitting at your table, watching performances, clapping for winners and just overall enjoying your evening, until Jiyong got on stage. Your stomach dropped. You hadn't seen him all night but remembered him telling you that he had a surprise for you. You had no idea he was performing tonight.

"Hello!" He yells into the microphone, causing the crowd to go wild and himself to laugh. "I'm so happy to be here tonight, because well, I have a special surprise." He says, looking for you in the crowd.

"I'd like to ask a special someone to come up here and join me. Everyone please welcome L/N Y/N!" He yells causing the area to erupt in cheers and clapping.

Nervously, you stand up, unsure of what's really going on and make your way to the stage. Your stomach is in knots as you walk onto the stage, Jiyong standing there in his suit, a smile on his face with his hand extended towards you. He takes your hand, guiding you to a chair before sitting down himself.

"I'm not sure if any of you know this, but this beautiful woman sitting in front of me is my soulmate. The love of my life, my everything. And I've brought her up here because I wrote a little something for her." He smiles.

As Jiyong begins his rap for you, tears well in your eyes before spilling over and down your cheeks. Your tears fell through your closed eyes for the entire song, until the last sentence, where you felt like you couldn't breath.

You open your eyes to see Jiyong down on one knee with a ring extended to you, and he says into the mic..

"Will you marry me?"

Your mouth hangs open as the tears start flowing again. You can't speak as the crowd cheers even more.

All you can do I nod your head in excitement. Yelling yes over and over again in your head.

Once the show had come to an end, Jiyong took you back to his house where he had rose petals scattered across the living room floor, candles burning, soft music playing in the background, as well as champagne popped and ready.

"I love you so much." He whispers in your ear as he pulls you closer to dance with him.

"I love you." You whisper back, leaning in for a kiss.

Your lips attach to his and fireworks flare, butterflies go wild in your stomach. You wrap your arms around his neck as he pulls you in closer to him deepening the kiss.

Jiyong slyly slips his tongue in your mouth before trailing his hands down to cup your ass. You break the kiss, looking him in the eye, trying to catch your breath.

"We can stop." He says, knowing you weren't sure if you were ready or not.

"No." You smile. "Take me to the bedroom. I want you to make love to me."

"Are you sure?" He asks.

You stopped for a minute to think. Yes, you absolutely did want too but you also were nervous.

"Y-yes." You stutter.

"I love you." He smiles, making you feel at ease.

Jiyong takes your hand, guiding you to the bedroom. He takes you beside the bed before running his hands through your hair cupping your chin to tilt it up towards him. "So beautiful."

His hand leaves your face, grazing your face on the way down and around to your back to unzip your dress. Jiyong slowly pulls it down and you let the dress fall from your body, pooling on the floor, leaving you in a strapless bra and thong.

Jiyong hisses through his teeth.

"Shit baby." He groans, cupping your breast over your bra.

"Take it off ." You whisper. Jiyong unhooked your bra, letting it fall on top of your dress while you unclip his tie before unbuttoning his shirt.

You and Jiyong stand there completely naked, facing each other, admiring every perfection and imperfection of each other.

"On the bed." He demands.

You smile to yourself as you turn around and crawl onto his bed, laying on your back. Jiyong climbs on seconds later, positioning himself at your feet.

"Open your legs, wide." He says.

You do as you're told.

Jiyong lays on his stomach and spreads your lips with his fingers before leaning his head forward, licking a long strip up your already wet pussy. You throw your head back with a gasp as your hands grip tightly onto the sheets.

“Delicious” Jiyong murmurs before sucking on your clit.

“Fuck” you gasp as he moves from sucking on your clit to flicking it with the tip of his tongue. He slyly inserts two fingers inside of you, slowly pumping in and out as you squirm beneath him. Jiyong takes his time with you. He pauses his actions for a few seconds at a time, causing your orgasm to fade before he starts back up again, making you squirm. He knows you're close to cumming and uses it to his advantage.

After almost an hour of him teasing, you finally decide to beg.

"Please." You cry out, your back arching.

"No baby. You will cum by me making love to you for the first time." He whispers, a smirk on his face.

"Fine then." You smile. "First, lay down."

Jiyong does as he's told, freeing himself to do whatever you want to him.

You place your head over it, your mouth so close to touching it. Jiyong can feel your hot breath hitting his cock.

You bend your head down, sticking your tongue out and placing a tiny lick on his head with the tip of your tongue, causing him to let out a small aggravated groan.

"Please." He breathes. "Love of my life, please don't tease me like this."

You smile as you put his tip in your mouth, scuking lightly while moving your tongue around.

"Further." He pleads, but you don't listen. For a little bit, you alternate between little licks and sucking his head before you put it deeper down your throat, causing him to let out a massive moan.

"Enough baby." He cries. You pull his cock from your mouth, laying down on the bed beside him before he gets up, hovering himself over you.

Jiyong spreads your legs before lining himself up with you.

"Are you sure baby?" He asks, making sure you're comfortable.

"Absolutely." You breathe.

Jiyong slowly pushes himself into you, stretching you out.

"Ahh." You moan.

"Shit baby." Jiyong cries.

Once he's fully inside you, he leans himself forward, peppering kisses all over your face and neck as he whispers sweet nothings into your ears.

You moan as he slowly thrusts himself in and out of you, taking his time with you, making sure you're comfortable, ensuring you know exactly how much he loves you.

"Faster." You cry, an hour later, your orgasm finally almost reaching its peak.

Jiyong manages to get up, placing your legs over his shoulders as he begins to pick up his pace. He reaches his thumb in between your lips, rubbing your clit, bringing your orgasm on quicker.

"I'm going to cum." You cry out.

"Me too." Jiyong moans.

Within seconds, the two of you cum at the same time, your orgasm washing through your body while Jiyong spills himself inside of you.

You lay there for a moment, catching your breath with Jiyong laying beside you, his hand intertwined with yours. You spend the rest of the night tangled in the sheets with your true love.

Finally, you had your forever, and you had never been happier.

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the-gray-ghosty · 4 years

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LLoyd dyes his hair/sibling fluff

so I have seen the idea where LLoyd dyes his hair, and decided i’d write about it but with some sibling fluff added in. (Mostly Lloyd, Nya, and Skylar.) Enjoy!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Skylar’s POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“What colors do you want?” Skylar asks Lloyd, looking at all of the options of hair dye.

“I think that sky blue is pretty,” Nya says, pointing at the light blue dye on the shelf,

“But you can do whatever you want.” Nya says with a kind smile.

Lloyd picks up the blue she brought up and puts it in the basket Skylar is holding. He then grabs a green bottle from the shelf and looks at it.

“I like this one, it's bright.” Lloyd says as he looks at the girls. “What do you think?”

“I think it's great!” Skylar says as she puts it in the basket. She loves the color green on Lloyd, and is glad he is also going for blue. It will look pretty damn cool.

“Now we need gloves and a shower cap. I'll get the cap, you guys want to go find the gloves?” Skylar asks the two ninjas. They both nod and walk away. Skylar laughs to herself as she sees the clock on the wall of the convenience store they are at. It reads 12:34am. Nya and Skylar were having a sleepover when they had both woken up to screaming coming from Lloyd's room. They rushed in and found him having a terrible nightmare. Nya woke him up and tried to calm him down, for he often has mental breakdowns after nightmares this bad. After they calmed him down Nya whispered to her how they should distract him and Skylar mentioned hair-dying. That's how they ended up here. She wasn’t upset though. She would do Anything for Lloyd, especially after he saved her (and carried her halfway across Ninjago) during their fight with the colossus.

She turns the corner to see Lloyd and Nya physically wrestling for a bag. It’s a neon pink shower cap. Lloyd looks up from where he is laying on the ground and quickly jumps up, muttering something about stupid pink shower caps.

“You gotta help me Skylar,” he says breathlessly while Nya stands in triumph behind him.

“Nya wants me to wear a pink shower cap and I really don't want to.” he starts to smile, then laughs. Skylar knows that he really doesn't care, it's more for fun and his pride.

“Awwww I think you would look beautiful in it Lloyd, and that's 2 out of 3 votes so sorry bud.” she says with a shit-eating grin. Lloyd laughs and puts the cap in the basket. They walk up to the counter, passing the candy aisle. Skylar pretends to not notice when Lloyd gets a handful of candy bars into the basket, smiling like a little kid. He kinda is a little kid, she thinks sadly, remembering the tea.

The dude at the counter looks half asleep, and surprised they are there, which is weird because Lloyd and Nya fighting for the cap was definitely not quiet.

They walk out into the dark street with their bags, and Skylar slightly shivers from the crisp air. Lloyd hands her his sweatshirt, which she realizes isn't his sweatshirt as she puts it on.

“Is this Coles?” she asks, pointing to the symbol of earth on the back.

“Yea, I took it from him.” Lloyd says with a smug grin.

“He has very comfy hoodies.” Nya adds on. “I steal his sweatpants too.”

Both laugh at that, and Skylar giggles.

Lloyd and Nya create their power dragons and Skylar jumps on the dragon with Lloyd, and they fly for about 15 minutes up to the monastery.

~~~~~~~~time skip~~~~~~~~~~~~nobody’s POV~~~~~~~~~~~~

After they sneaked back into the monastery they settled in Nya’s bedroom/bathroom. They all know Nya has the biggest bathroom so that’s where it would be best to dye Lloyd’s hair.

“I'm so excited!” Lloyd exclaims happily while setting up the dyes on the counter. He adds-

“I’ve always wanted to dye my hair!” and Nya rubs his golden locks and snorts.

“What do you think Kai’s reaction will be? And Wu, and everyone else?” she asks the two others smiling. Lloyd and Skylar start laughing, both imagining everyone’s reactions.

Nya then claps her hands together and dramatically exclaims;

“Well Lloyd, you ready to become beautiful?”

“I'm already beautiful, but hell yea!” Skylar snorts at that response from the green ninja.

Skylar squeezes each bottle of dye (green and blue) into their seperate bowls while Nya makes Lloyd sit in the big chair in front of the mirror and she starts sectioning off his hair.

“I guess after this the boys won't be able to call you Rapunzel anymore.”

Nya laughs at Skylar’s comment and shakes her head.

“The boys and their dumb nicknames, I swear.” she mutters, snickering.

Skylar turns on Nya’s music speaker and turns on auto-play for some background sound, then walks over and helps Nya section off Lloyd's hair.

~~~~~~~~~~time skip~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Too late to turn back now, green-bean.” Nya states excitedly as she starts dying his hair. Nya was painting with the green dye while Skylar was painting with the blue dye. They had bought gloves and rubber bands at the store also, the bands were around sections telling each girl where to dye what color.

Lloyd slightly clears his throat and starts talking to the girls;

“To be honest, I'm really excited. I have been wanting a change for a while, and this is so fun! It's also...it's really nice of you guys to do this for me. I know it's really late, and...thanks.”

“Aww Lloyd you are so sweet! I would give you a hug but my hands are kind of covered in blue so you will get hugged later.'' Skylar says with a laugh. Nya nods in harmony.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~time skip~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Ready to rinse it out?”

“Hell yes!” Lloyd cries as he jumps up off the chair and runs over to the bathtub, where he turns on the water. It's been an hour of sitting, waiting for the dye to sink in. Nya walks over and scrubs the back of his head. There is soooo much dye coming out of his hair, running into the tub.

“FSM this better not stain my bathtub.” Nya mutters. Lloyd chitters at that.

After about 15 minutes of Lloyd rinsing off his hair, he sits back into the chair and Skylar grabs the blow dryer.

Skylar combs and dries his hair, and Nya sits on the counter and watches. Lloyd is faced away from the mirror because he insisted it had to be a surprise.

“Whether it's a good surprise or a bad surprise, I don't know” he says with a laugh and a huge smile on his face.

It’s now about 3:30am, and it's a surprise none of the other ninjas have woken up. They aren't really being that quiet, Lloyd thinks, listening to the Katy Perry coming out of the speaker.

“And...we’re done!” Skylar exclaims as Nya and Lloyd cheer.

“Are you ready to see your hair?”

“Heck yes!” Lloyd declared and spun the chair around.

“WOAH THIS IS SO AWESOME!!” Lloyd jumps up and runs his hands through his now green and blue hair.

“I LOVE IT!!” he cries out as he snatches both Skylar and Nya in a hug.

“Thank you both, you are amazing; the best sisters I could ever ask for.” Skylar beams with happiness at that comment, and Nya giggles.

“Well I don't know about any of you, but I am dead tired,” Nya starts to say, watching Lloyd play with his new colored hair.

“Do you guys wanna hit the sack?”

Skylar nods and turns off the lights in the bathroom.

“We can clean up tomorrow.'' Lloyd tittered at that and started walking to the door.

Nya jumps up. “Wait, why don't you sleep in here with us?”

Lloyd turns to face her as Skylar adds;

“Yes we have a mattress in the closet, here let me-” she jumps up and runs into the closet, pulling out a foam mattress and some blankets. Lloyd absolutely beams.

“Thanks guys, this means so much” he states as he lays down on the make-shift bed, knowing that he wont have any more nightmares tonight.

“Honestly though I can’t wait for everyone's reactions, we will have to make a plan tomorrow to show them.'' Skylar says while giggling. “Goodnight guys.” She hears 2 responses and falls asleep.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~morning, 9am~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

~~~~~~Lloyd’s POV~~~~~~~

Lloyd wakes up to giggling and realizes he isn't in his own bed. He panics, then remembers what happened last night. He rolls over and sees his sisters laying on Nya’s bed watching TV.

“Morning girls! He cheerfully exclaims as they both jump, neither had noticed he was awake.

Nya sits up and smiles at the boy with colored hair.

“I'm sooooo excited to show the team!” Nya says quickly, and Skylar and Lloyd both laugh in agreement.

“We need to make a plan, are they all awake yet?” he asks the girls.

“Yes, they are all awake. Zane came up and asked us if you wanted to play videogames with them but we refused. We told him you were still sleeping.'' Skylar tells Lloyd as he stands up and stretches.

“They are all in the video game room, even Wu.-” Skylar gasps. “What if Nya and I went down and watched them play, totally normal right? Then you come down and just sit down next to us, like nothing is wrong? You know how they get with videogames, we should see how long it takes them to notice!” Lloyd snorts and starts laughing at this idea.

“Hell yes, that is what we are doing.”

Both Nya and Skylar have huge grins on their faces as they walk downstairs and sit on the farthest away couch from the couch the other ninja are on in the gaming room. A couple of the guys say good morning, (Cole, Zane and Jay) but none of the others really notice they are there.

That's when chaos starts. When Lloyd walks in.

It was fine when he first walked in, saying good morning. He walks in front of the other boy’s couch and goes to sit with Nya. Cole is the first to notice. He doubles back, staring at Lloyd, then bursts out laughing. Zane and Jay turn to see what he is laughing at and see it. Zane isn't fazed, just says;

“Cool look!” While Jay on the other hand jumps up and runs to Lloyd, grabbing a handful of his now green/blue hair, saying

“OH MY GoSH THIS IS SO COOL! WHEN DID YOU DO THIS???” to which Nya responds with;

“Last night.” with a smug grin and Skylar nods.

Wu had just put a hand on his forehead and looked either disappointed or trying not to smile. Actually, Lloyd thought, he looked both.

That’s when Kai ran over, and saw. He looks like he’s about to pass out. That's what makes Lloyd lose it. The look on Kai’s face of confusion. He is laughing so hard there are tears in his eyes and the girls are giggling as well.

After the chaos slows down, Lloyd answers the big questions;

“We did it last night, around 3am I think.” he responds, looking at Nya for confirmation, she nods, saying that yes it was around 3am. That's when Jay noticed something.

“Wait, green and blue? That's my color! Does that mean I'm your favorite brother?” Kai then jumps up and retorts; “Obviously I'm his favorite brother.” The two start bickering, but not meanly, more like brotherly-arguing.

Lloyd steps in and stops the argument by saying

“Actually if the blue stands for anyone here it's Nya.” Nya beams and looks at the boys with a look that says “Ha Ha Ha I Win!” Lloyd snickers.

Lloyd gets many more nicknames from his brothers after dying his hair, but he loves how colorful it is. And a few months after it wore out, he went to his sisters for help dying it again, this time pink.

#ninjago #lloyd garmadon #nya smith #skylar #lego ninjago #lego ninjago: masters of spinjitzu #funny #sorry its so long

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eveninglottie · 5 years

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strange you never knew

[hp ficlet series] Sirius + agelast + “Fade Into You” by Mazzy Star

A young man is sprawled across a couch in the Gryffindor common room while another is seated across from him, reading. It’s Christmas, which is why they’re alone, because for some reason they both decided to stay at Hogwarts for their last holiday break. It’s quiet, and it’s warm, and anyone with a reasonable sense of romance would expect the atmosphere to be perfect for someone hoping to take advantage of the time they had alone with a certain werewolf without the addition of two frustratingly helpful friends.

But that someone is Sirius Black, who is seventeen and stupid and far too drunk to do much of anything other than try not to watch said werewolf read.

He is, of course, failing miserably.

He blames this on the firewhiskey currently warming his belly, though he usually has a hard time not watching Remus do anything, really. Remus Lupin, Sirius decided a long time ago, is maybe the most interesting person in the world to look at no matter what he’s doing. So he can’t really be expected to resist the urge when he’s good and sloshed.

Remus is quiet, and serious, and gentle in a way that shows in the soft frown lines around his eyes and mouth, the start of grey in his hair even though he’s only seventeen. He’s dignified and grave, and then he does something like chew on the nail of his thumb, or smear ink over his forehead, or forget about his pumpkin juice because his nose is stuck in a book and proceed to douse an entire table’s worth of food when he knocks it over.

Right now, for instance, Remus is sitting with his legs crossed and his book resting on the arm of his chair like he’s a professor between classes, while his other hand is picking away at the unspooling threads of the arm of his sweater. He’s this contradiction, half old man, half anxious kid, and Sirius long ago decided that he wasn’t going to try to predict anything the bloke did, because he’d never get it right. And usually, it’s the thing Sirius loves most about Remus. People are so bloody easy to predict, so boring, but not Remus. Remus is clever and funny and entirely surprising, even after seven years spent in almost constant proximity with him.

The problem with this, though, is that Sirius has been mulling over the idea of crossing the room and shoving his tongue into Remus’s mouth for the better part of two hours, and he still doesn’t know how Remus will react.

The firewhiskey was supposed to help him, but it only seems to be making his limbs more jellied and uncooperative where they drape across the couch he’s commandeered for the evening. He’s still got half a bottle left, and he thinks he might be able to persuade Remus into sharing some, but he doesn’t like that solution because he’s not about to get his friend drunk so he feels better about confessing his horribly fragile feelings. He can get drunk, obviously, but he doesn’t want Remus drunk, because that would be taking advantage, and that would be bad, horrible, really, even to think about.

Even if he really, really, really, wants Remus to let Sirius kiss him. He doesn’t know why this need is so much stronger tonight than the past six-hundred and some odd nights since he first realized he was desperately in love with Remus, but it feels like it is. Once Sirius realized it was just going to be them bumming it at Hogwarts for the holidays, he spent two days in a fit of manic excitement thinking up all the different ways he might be able to tell Remus, how he’d kiss him afterwards and then make love to him until they were both crying because they were so bloody happy.

Of course, this would only happen if Remus felt the same, or even kind of similar. Sirius could work with just horny and curious, really. It didn’t matter to him either way. He’d take whatever Remus gave him. In fact he’d probably prefer the taking rather than the giving, but again, he was game for anything, really. Whatever Remus wanted.

The problem, though, is that Sirius is a coward, and the minute they were alone and he had a full two weeks to slowly and tenderly seduce the man of his dreams, he got cold feet and proceeded to make an absolute ass of himself by getting pissed every night until now and generally behaving like a gormless idiot.

Sometimes (all the time) he wonders why his friends put up with him. If he had a choice whether to stick around for the moping and the puking and the terrible jokes, he’d be a lot less eager to spend time with himself.

“You know, Padfoot, if you go get a ball, I’d be happy to play fetch with you.”

Sirius doesn’t start, though he does blush a bit as Remus turns a page slowly and then fixes him with a tiny smirk.

Self-satisfied arse. Smarmy, gorgeous bastard.

“Or were you trying to burn a hole through my book with the intensity of your scowl? I know you dislike Potions, but you don’t need to take it out on poor old Phineas.”

“Maybe I’m a bit sore you’d rather spend time with Phineas than with your best mate.”

Right. That would be the moping. Maybe less of that, then.

Remus blinks, his smirk turning soft and affectionate, and bloody hell the tosser’s trying to kill him.

“Sorry,” Sirius mutters, pulling himself up a bit more on the couch. Maybe if he’s sitting like a normal person he’ll start acting like one. “Bit moody, I guess.”

“What, you?”

“Shove it.” Sirius grins. “You’re one to talk.”

“Yeah, but my moods are scheduled, so at least you know when to expect them.” The humor dims in his eyes, and he looks back down at his book. “Though I suppose your moods don’t come with the added threat of bodily dis--”

Sirius casually reaches over and chucks a pillow at him. The book drops and Remus makes a spluttering sound that hints at a laugh, and Sirius is a simple man with simple pleasures, the first of which is listening to Remus Lupin laugh, so he grabs another pillow and lobs it.

“Oi!” Remus says, smiling now. “You little shit, how old are you?”

“Dunno, how long have you been sitting there reading that book? Five years? A few decades? Maybe I’m an old man--”

He’s cut off by Remus flicking his wand and making the pillow he’s priming to throw explode into a swarm of feathers.

Something kicks into Sirius’s gut like the roar of a dragon, hot and heady and brilliant, and he’s up before he knows what he’s doing. Remus laughs again and Sirius drinks it in, so much better than the firewhiskey currently seeping into the carpet behind him from the discarded bottle. The chair falls back as Sirius lunges, Remus scrambling away from him, still laughing. A few more pillows explode as Remus tries to distract him, but the only thing in Sirius’s head is the blush on Remus’s cheeks and the way he keeps laughing.

He wants to fucking bottle the stuff, it’s so addictive. And it’s not like Sirius is historically able to control himself where that’s concerned.

A tussle happens once Sirius gets his hands on Remus, limbs tangling as they roll and bump into another armchair, sending a bowl of Christmas candies left out by the house-elves scattering over the floor. He gets dizzy and lets Remus slip out of his grip, knowing this is rapidly moving into dangerous territory and maybe Sirius had a bit too much to drink because his vision is a blur of red and gold.

But then he’s on his back, hands pressed into the rug on either side of his head, and Remus is on top of him.

Sirius blinks a few times, staring at Remus’s lips as he keeps laughing. The sound vibrates through all the places they’re touching--Remus’s hands on his wrists, his legs, one resting implausibly between Sirius’s thighs.

The realization hits him like a pleasant punch to the gut, and all of a sudden his attention snaps into focus, because Remus is on top of him and he’s laughing and he’s the most beautiful thing Sirius has ever seen. And it’s not like Sirius hasn’t memorized this face before in seemingly every iteration--in fear, in anger, in sadness, in those infrequent bouts of joy like the one beaming down at him now.

But he can’t remember ever being this close to Remus. He can’t remember ever feeling Remus’s warm breath catch a bit of his hair and blow it back over his forehead. He can’t remember feeling the long, thin lines of Remus’s body where it fits over his, a bit bigger and longer.

“You’re a menace,” Remus says softly, the laughter still winking in his eyes, his gorgeous brown eyes that look like liquid gold.

He’s breathing fast, chest expanding where it brushes against Sirius. Sirius worries that Remus is going to feel his heart slamming against his ribcage. There’s color high on Remus’s cheeks and he looks happy, so bloody happy, and that’s a rare enough occurrence that Sirius still finds it a revelation each time he gets to see it.

The moment hangs between them, and Sirius wonders if he just lays still and doesn’t say anything, it will keep them both frozen in time. No worries about what he’ll do after school, the coming war, the terrible certainty he can’t shake that this little family of his is doomed to break--just Remus’s laugh.

Like everything good in his life, though, he ruins it before he can stop himself.

“You should laugh more,” he says, throat tight even as the words spill out of his loose lips.

Remus’s smile twists, his brow furrows. “What?”

“Your laugh. I like it. Wish I heard it more.”

Remus’s lips part and if Sirius were a braver man he would have closed the scant inches between them and kissed him then.

He doesn’t though. He just says, “You look beautiful when you laugh.”

The silence of the tower grows thick, as if the empty spaces in the common room sag with the weight of the thing, the stupid, stupid thing he just said. Panic slices through the last of his lingering courage, and he realizes he just told one of his best friends that he was beautiful.

Remus stares down at him, his mouth open, eyes so wide they look like twin suns this close up. They flick over Sirius’s face. He exhales, the warmth rushing over Sirius’s mouth. His throat bobs as he swallows, his tongue wets his own lips, and Sirius can’t help watching the motion, wanting so badly to know what his mouth tastes like, and he’s so drunk, and he’s fucking desperate, and Remus just keeps staring at him with his big, beautiful eyes.

Remus laughs again, but it’s different this time. Sirius has never heard him laugh like this.

“How much of that firewhiskey did you have?” Remus asks--and he’s not moving. He’s not getting up. His voice is rough and oddly high and he’s still braced over Sirius, long, scarred fingers curled gently around Sirius’s wrists.

“I’m thinking too much,” Sirius murmurs, heart pounding so hard he feels like he’s about to burst.

Another breathy, fragile laugh. Remus says quietly, “Me too.”

The mechanics of his brain shift back into place and Sirius realizes what he might have just implied. “Not--I didn’t say that because I’m drunk.”

Impossibly, Remus’s eyes widen. “What?”

There’s a moment where Sirius hovers at the edge of a cliff, knowing he can laugh this off, roll his eyes and tell Remus it doesn’t mean anything. And he doesn’t know what Remus will do, but he guesses it won’t be what Sirius wants. Because Remus never asks for anything himself. He never takes.

Sirius, though, is just selfish enough and just drunk enough to jump, to take Remus with him.

He swallows and fixes his gaze to Remus’s mouth. It seems safer, somehow, than looking into his eyes. “I always think you’re beautiful.” He stumbles a bit, and tries to steady his voice, but he’s weirdly terrified even if he knows there’s no going back from this. “You’re beautiful, Moony. You’re--,” he exhales shakily, unable to look anywhere except at Remus’s lips, “perfect. I think you’re perfect.”

A tremor runs through Remus’s body, and because they’re so close, Sirius feels it. He closes his eyes at the sense of overwhelming warmth, of being covered, completely. He’s drunk, and he wants to cry because he feels so fucking safe with Remus hovering over him and he knows it’s about to vanish because Remus is his friend, just his friend, and he wouldn’t take--

Remus laughs again. It’s strangled, and it doesn’t sound like Sirius thought it would sound.

He opens his eyes, which are hot and wet now, because of course they are, and he wants to say that he’s just drunk, really drunk, and he was lying before, that this doesn’t mean anything, because he’s terrified and too warm and dizzy and he really, really shouldn’t have had that much firewhiskey.

Remus is just staring down at him, brow furrowed, a look of intense shock on his face. His mouth opens and then closes. “Sirius,” he breathes, and the sound of his own name pulls a true tear from Sirius’s eye.

“I didn’t--” Sirius starts, the voice in his head which sounds too much like his mother screaming that he fucked up again, he fucked this up, because of course he did. “Remus, I didn’t mean--”

Everything goes quiet as Remus drops his forehead gently, resting it on Sirius’s forehead. Sirius goes cross-eyed, trying to keep looking at Remus’s face, because there’s no way he’s actually--

Another laugh, another wave of warm breath over Sirius’s lips. Another tremor Sirius can feel over every line of his body. He doesn’t think he’s ever felt this much. Remus tightens his grip on Sirius’s wrists. His knee brushes the outside of Sirius’s thigh. Sirius notes all of this as he holds his breath, frozen, waiting.

Remus takes a deep breath, chest expanding and pressing Sirius ever so slightly into the carpet. “You stupid wanker,” he whispers, and kisses Sirius with a smile.

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hoodoo12 · 5 years

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Party (part 2 of 2)

I would like everyone to know that the characters mentioned and the discussions regarding Dungeons and Dragons are based on yours truly and some of the crazy campaigns I’ve played.

Mature SFW, due to language and suggestive adult banter.

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Diligence ducked down even further, while Cop, whose back had been to the window Lust indicated, spun around. Wrath knocked his chair over in his haste to join him--afterwards, you were grateful he didn’t just vault over the table--and you got to your feet as well.

“Jesus christ!” Wrath shouted, peering through the curtains. “It’s fucking Envy, skulking around out there!”

You hurried to the door while everyone else began collecting themselves and righting everything.

“Envy!” you said, holding the door open. “You gave everyone a heart attack!”

“I’m sorry . . .” he whimpered, from the far end of the porch. “I just . . . you were all having such a-such a good time, and I wanted to see it . . . I wish I . . .”

As his voice trailed off, you said, “Come in, okay? You hanging around out here is creepy.”

“I-I-I . . . I wish . . .” he repeated, and slunk forward.

He was wearing his human-suit, you saw, which made him look a little more Rick-like. You were internally grateful for that, even if the stitches looked a bit pulled and stretched tight.

“Come on,” you offered. “There’s stuff to eat and drink, and there’s one more seat available--”

“I don’t want to play,” he disagreed. “I just want to-to-to sit and pretend that all you are my friends, and this is my party, and you’re having a good time . . .”

“Sure, sure,” you consoled him as you ushered him in so you could shut the door again.

Envy continued to slink around the perimeter of the room, gazing wistfully at everything and declining to sit down, even though there was an empty chair between Diligence and Cop. He ended up in the living room on the couch, sinking into the cushions while watching everyone in that forlorn and plaintive way of his. You were all used to his behavior and went back to actually starting tonight’s session.

It wasn’t long into it--everyone finally decided to head back into the village to purchase more supplies; Wrath hoped out loud there would be hobgoblins or orcs that would ambush their group as they went through the forests--before the timer on the oven went off.

A potential intruder didn’t move Gluttony, but the potential of brownies did. The massive Rick pushed his chair back, shaking the table, making all the figures Diligence had set out so carefully tumble over. “Hey!”

Gluttony didn’t care about that, but the rest of the table did, so you quickly jumped up to keep the whole situation from disintegrating.

“I’ll go get the brownies, okay, Glut?” you said, to placate everyone. “Just stay here!”

Lust popped up to help, saying, “Just keep walking through those woods, darlings! Imagine that the two bards are serenading you! Officer Sanchez, my bard is checking out your Paladin’s ass in that skin tight leather he likes to wear!”

Cop groaned but Lust blew him a kiss and followed you into the kitchen. He grabbed the bottle of wine the Officer had brought and wine glass, and filled it almost full before hopping up and sitting on the counter while you opened the oven door and tested the baked goods for doneness. Finding some oven mitts after a second’s rummaging in a drawer, you removed the two pans of brownies that’d been baking.

“I saw how you were looking at Patrick, and touching his lower back when he arrived? That’s bold . . .” he teased, taking a sip of his wine and watching you slyly.

“Patrick?” “Patience Rick, silly! Pat. Rick. Isn’t that clever?”

You hummed a non-committal answer and bumped the oven door shut with a hip, setting the hot pans on the stovetop.

Lust eyed you. “And you let him use your die! That’s some serious stuff, right there--one of your cardinal rules is that no DM touches your dice!”

You shrugged like it was no big thing, even though in previous sessions you’d been extremely vocal and made it very clear you had some superstitions about Dungeon Masters touching your dice. You defended your actions by saying, “Glut took everyone’s dice! He needed one for a moment!”

“You should totally fuck him.”

“Lust, what?! Shh!” you exclaimed, scandalized.

No one from the other room asked what was going on, or seemed to hear, which you thought was good.

“Shut up!” you hissed at him. “What if he hears you?”

“So you do want to fuck him?” Lust asked, licking his lower lip.

You tried to maintain a neutral, deadpan expression as you replied, “That is none of your business.”

“Hmmm,” the Sin Rick responded. “Baby, I am pretty sure it is.”

You rolled your eyes and found a plastic spatula to cut one pan of brownies. “What about you?” you asked, deflecting. “You grabbed Cop’s crotch! You know he has a girlfriend, right?”

Lust laughed low in his throat and crossed his legs. There was a faint whisper as his stockings rubbed together. “You know I think everybody should fuck, right? I seriously thought this whole D&D thing was just a front for a big ol’ orgy at first. Did you know that?”

You hadn’t.

“Huh. Well, anyway--you should totally jump on his dick. He doesn’t wear any underwear, so it’d be quick and easy to--”

“Are the brownies done?!” Gluttony bellowed from the other room.

“Yes! We’ll be right in!” you called back. To Lust you said, “How do you know he doesn’t wear underwear--you know what? Never mind that. You just keep your lips zipped about what you just said. Okay? Not. One. Word.” Lust cocked one plucked eyebrow.

“What if I let your bard sleep around with the next NPC that shows any interest? Okay? I didn’t mean to take that goatherd, Patience just escalated the conversation we were having when I went to his farm to buy a goat . . .”

Lust let the weight of those words--that Patience himself created an encounter between a character he was playing and yours, resulting in an adult sleepover--sink into you, to prove his point. You shook your head and repeated your offer to let his bard have the choice of next sexual encounter in exchange for his silence.

“I suppose,” Lust sighed dramatically, and pushed himself down from the counter. He took your waist and rocked his pelvis into you as you juggled the pans to take them back to the other room, and leaned down closely to whisper in your ear, “Patrick’s got a different body type than me, but this’d be a good position, wouldn’t it?”

You giggled with embarrassment and moved out of the hedonistic Sin’s grasp. “Knock it off, Lust!”

“Just helping to stoke that fire, baby,” he replied saucily.

As you expected, he didn’t help carry anything except his own wine glass back to the group.

You set one full pan of brownies on a tray table beside Gluttony and told everyone else the pan you cut was for them.

Finally, finally, the game started up in earnest. It was the same as every other time the group got together: decisions on what to do next, ragging on each other’s characters, ridiculous ideas for getting out of scrapes, barely organized chaos when it came to encounters, lots of bickering and laughing. Everyone ate and drank too much, thanks to Gluttony’s influence. Diligence kept things moving along and was the first to answer any questions about the rules. He also helped with adding modifiers to any dice rolls.

At one point Cop’s Paladin was coerced into joining an evil cult, forcing a realignment that pissed him off and everyone else to yell at him out of character for making stupid decisions.

Patience did some quick recalculations and told Cop his character needed to do some major atonements before his god would grant absolution and allow his Paladin to have lawful good alignment again. The rest of the group decided to storm the tower he was in, with the pretense if they all destroyed the cult that would be a good first step in helping get him back on the right track.

It took several hours and multiple combat encounters--plus some incredible luck with the dice--to pull it off, but you all managed to literally blow the cult’s tower up and defeat all its members.

During the climax of the battle, when it wasn’t a sure thing that everyone in the party would get out of the crumbling tower on time, Envy snuck in and sat at the table between Cop and Dil, as if he were part of the group.

Even though the whole thing was done on paper and through collaborative role-playing, it was exhausting.

At the end, Patience sat back in his chair and told you all there was no way any of that should have worked.

You all took his incredulous, mild amazement as praise.

“That’s why you’re the best DM!” you complimented him. “You just roll with whatever crazy thing we decide to do!”

Lust pinched your thigh under the table and smirked. You knew he loved that it looked like you were flirting, but you ignored it.

Diligence suddenly realized the time.

“Oh crap--I’ve gotta go! I picked up an extra shift and have to be at work at six tomorrow morning. Why did we start so late? Why did we get together on a Saturday?!”

He stood up, and that was everyone’s cue that this get together was over. Dil started fretting that he should help clean up, but he really needed to run, but it wasn’t right that everyone pitched in except him, but he wasn’t going to get enough sleep if he didn’t go--

Laughing and insisting it was all right that he didn’t help, you helped guide him out the door. Cop mentioned that he needed to go too, and offered to give Dil a police escort so he could get home sooner, if that made him feel better.

Gluttony left the actual clean up to everyone else and took care of the leftover snacks and drinks. He and Wrath left next; Glut suggested a nightcap at the local dive bar and his fellow Sin Rick didn’t disagree. Envy followed you around like a lost dog as you gathered all the dirty dishes and took them into the kitchen. He didn’t help--you didn’t expect him to--and eventually Lust wandered in as well, and found him crouched in a corner, watching you.

“V, come on! Stop being creepy, okay? It’d be different if you were doing some voyeuristic thing, but there’s nothing going on here--yet!--so you’re just making things awkward!” he chided as he marched over and grabbed Envy by the upper arm.

“I didn’t mean to--what did you mean, yet? I don’t mean to b-b-be creepy, I just like to see a n-normal life, like hers--” Envy tried to explain.

“Who’s making things awkward?” you said pointedly to Lust at the same time.

He twittered and winked. “Patience is the last one here, so . . .”

“We’re still here,” Envy pointed out.

“Nope, V-sweetie, we’re showing ourselves out,” Lust replied, hauling him up. To you he said, “Baby, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do--which means the sky’s the limit!”

You groaned and followed them to the front door. Patience was finishing organizing the last of the player’s manuals for you and his notes. Lust made a rudely suggestive gesture involving his hand and mouth behind the Virtue Rick’s back for your benefit. You flipped him off, to which he replied aloud,

“That is a fine option too, baby!”

Patience turned, and Lust smiled at him. “Excellent management of our campaign, as always, Patrick! I think we got lucky tonight. Maybe you will too!”

While you felt a blush rise on your cheeks, Patience looked puzzled. Lust giggled and kissed him on one cheek, then the other, then made his exit with Envy reluctantly in tow. The stitched Sin Rick kept his eyes on you and Patience as long as he could, before the door came between him and you.

“Thanks for hosting,” Patience said.

“Thanks for coming over,” you replied. “You really are the only one who has, ahem, the patience for all the craziness this party does.”

He gave you a smirk, like that pun was something he heard all the time. “It does seem like most of the ideas the party comes up with shouldn’t actually work. And most of the plans I have for different sessions take hard right turns. So I keep things flexible since you all fly by the seat of your pants.”

You laughed and he laughed with you. There was a little discussion about when the group was going to get together again as Patience started for the door. You followed him, your hand straying to his lower back again. You blushed horribly, imagining what Lust would say, but Patience didn’t mention it. You wished him good night, and locked the door behind him after he left.

The house was quiet now. There were still some things left to put away, but you decided it could wait until morning. It’d been a fun night playing Dungeons and Dragons, as always. No matter what Lust suggested, you were content with that, for now.

fin!

#fanfic #sfw but suggestive language #fic based on awesome art #Virtue Ricks #Sin Ricks #Patience Rick #Diligence Rick #Wrath Rick #Lust Rick #Gluttony Rick #Envy Rick #Cop Rick #Reader #party #D&D

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evesbeve · 6 years

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Lasagna: Paranormal Despacito

I did a livestream on YouTube, and wrote a one-shot with everyone watching. This is the result!

#LasagnaSquad

#AnxietyShipping

Summary: Lasagna Man has kidnapped Lloyd, and Jay has to save him. An adventure about falling in love, meeting new friends, and T-posing while singing Despacito.

Ninjago, 24th June 2018, 14:37

It was a nice noon in Ninjago. Cole was experimenting with food, when he felt something weird in his body. It was as if he was being possessed.

And he was.

Casper the ghost was very bored and took over his body to have fun. He took some tea from Wu's tea shelf and threw it in the lasagna. Then, he passed out.

It was Lloyd's turn to try out Cole's cooking. The ninja took turns eating it, since it was so terrible. With sorrow in his eyes, Lloyd took a bite.

He felt dizzy.

He was about to call Kai for help, but before he could say anything, he disappeared with the bowl of lasagna in hand.

Jay, who was at the room next door, heard a mini explosion. He ran to the kitchen, and was shocked to see Cole passed out. He slapped him.

"Wake up, Cole!" Jay said, slapping him. "What happened?"

Cole opened his eyes and stared at Jay. "Jay, Casper possessed me. Before I passed out completely, I saw Lloyd disappear. He popped out of existence. You have to help him."

And then, Cole passed out once again.

Jay knew what he had to do. He summoned his dragon while doing cyclondo at the same time, because I miss it since the Hagemans got rid of it. He went to his dad's lab and found his updated Borg Watch.

He looked into the screen of the tool and spotted some lasagna paranormal activity in a random dimension. He quickly pressed on the screen and teleported…

But he clicked on the wrong option, sending him somewhere else.

Queens, 24th June 2018, 15:49

Peter was at the verge of crying as he walked out of Stark Industries. He couldn't believe Tony didn't let him take part in their next mission. He was an Avenger! It was just unfair.

Peter looked up at the sky and saw a shooting star… but it was daytime! He soon realised it was nothing else but a screaming teenager falling from the sky.

Peter quickly shot some spider-webs and caught the young man, saving him from sure death.

"It's okay, buddy, I've got you now. You're safe!" Peter said, landing somewhere safe.

"I HAVE FINGERS!" Jay screamed, looking at his hands.

Peter was confused by the brunet's reaction. He looked at him, making eye contact.

He was beautiful.

He had never seen someone so beautiful. His freckles were adding to his adorableness. His bright blue eyes were staring back at him with the same curiosity.

"H-Hi…" Jay said, breaking the silence first. "Thanks for saving me."

"It's my job, don't worry about it." Peter said, placing him on the ground. It had only been a few seconds and he already missed his warmth. "I'm Peter."

"I'm gay." Jay said, and quickly regretted his choice of words. "I MEANT JAY!"

"Oh, you aren't?" Peter mumbled, disappointment filling his eyes. "Anyway, I was just-"

"Oh no! I forgot about Lloyd!" Jay interrupted.

"Who is Lloyd?" Peter asked.

"One of my best friends. He is like family. I have to save him!"

"I'll help!" Peter said. "It's not like I have anything left to do here."

"Okay, then let's go!" Jay said, grabbing Peter's arm and tapping on his watch's screen.

It was the best three seconds of Peter's life.

Detroit, 24th June 2039, 16:32

"Connor, stop licking the evidence for once in your life!" Hank complained, as Connor put the weird substunce on the floor into his mouth.

"It's… Strange." Connor said, after analyzing it. "It's thirium but it has lasagna in it."

"Pfff!" Hank huffed. "What kind of sick person would do that? More food for Sumo, I guess."

Suddenly, they heard two voices coming from the opening of the cave. They saw the shadow of two silhouettes holding hands.

"Stay back, Connor." Hank ordered, and Connor obeyed.

They soon came face to face with two teenage boys, who looked very lost, confused, but also… in love.

"Hi." Connor stepped in front of Hank, seeing how they were harmless. "My name is Connor. I'm the android sent by CyberLife. And you are?"

"I'm Peter Parker, also known as Spider-man in my dimension." Peter said, smiling.

"My name is Jay." Jay said. "Jay Walker."

Suddenly, Hank bursted into laughter. "HIS NAME IS JAY WALKER."

Peter glared at him and held Jay's hand tighter. "Don't you dare insult him, whatever-your-name-is!"

"I'm Hank Anderson." Hank said, holding back a laugh. "We're investigating a homicide."

"A homicide?" Jay gasped. "LLOYD IS DEAD?"

"We have yet to discover a body." Connor explained. "But there are traces of lasagna leading deep in this cave."

"I guess we should just team up, since we are looking for the same thing." Peter suggested, and no one went against it.

The group walked deeper into the cave, and suddenly, they heard a noise.

"TAKE COVER!" Jay screamed and fell on top of Peter to protect him.

A cheeseball flew past them.

Peter wanted to thank him, but he had no time, as another attack occured.

"What the fuck is happening?" Hank asked, clearly annoyed and shocked.

"YOU COME INTO MY HOUSE, DISRESPECT MY CHEESE."

The group looked ahead, seeing a yellow android standing in front of a cage.

On further notice, Jay realised that Lloyd was there!

"That's him! That's my friend!" Jay pointed at him. "Lloyd, are you okay?"

And then, something unbelievable happened.

"I'm okay, but fRESH AVOCADOO!"

"Is he always like that?" Peter asked.

"No…" Jay mumbled. "Something is wrong."

"I scanned him." Connor said. "He seems to be influenced by the lasagna. He can only meme, sing and rap."

"That's amazing." Hank snorted.

"Press F to pay respects." Lloyd said, tears rolling down his cheeks. He needed this to stop.

"I am sorry." Connor said. "The PS4 controller does not have an F. You can choose between the square, the triangle, the circle, and X."

"Oh, for fuck's sake, Connor, let's just kill this guy." Hank said, pointing his gun at the Lasagna Deviant.

A cheeseball fell on Jay's Borg Watch, and an explosion happened. In a matter of seconds, they all disappeared.

Minecraft, 24th June 2018, 17:38

Jay groaned, opening his eyes. He felt something soft. He looked around him, only to see that he was sitting on top of Peter.

His heart was beating fast and he just couldn't stop thinking about getting closer to the other teen.

"Oh no…" Hank mumbled. "It can't be…"

The lieutenant looked around him, in shock. As a millennial, he knew exactly where he was.

Minecraft.

"My powers are only becoming stronger here!" Lasagna Man said, standing up. "Prepare to die!"

"Not so fast!" Lloyd said. "I have the power of God and anime by my side!"

"That's right, deviant!" Connor stood next to Lloyd. "Even though I am a deviant myself-"

"You're going down!" Peter said, helping Jay up.

"Noteblocks, go!" Jay said, and music started playing.

Lloyd T-posed, determined to stop Lasagna Man.

"My name is Lloyd,

you're a stupid android.

My rhymes are sick

and you'll die quick."

Lasagna Man T-posed too, hatred in his eyes.

"I'm a lasagna,

and I'm a brotha.

Do you know da way?

I am going to slay!"

Connor stepped in, T-posing hardcore.

"My software is stronger

You're like internet explorer!

Give up,

or get-"

Hank interrupted Connor, smirking and T-posing.

"-FUCKED!"

Jay and Peter got up as one, T-posing, feeling stronger than ever.

"We met two hours ago,

our love is real, here we go.

Our gayness sends you to hell

while we're going to taco bell."

Lloyd broke the T-post first, dabbing. Then everyone followed.

"DE

SPA

CITO!"

And everyone joined in, singing the lyrics, which they absolutely knew to heart.

"Now is your chance, Lloyd!" Jay yelled. "The final blow! Only you can stop this!"

Lloyd cleared his throat, and built a guitar. "I DON'T WANNA DO THE DISHES, NO MORE, I DON'T WANNA DO THE DISHES, NO MORE!"

Lasagna Man fell on his knees. "No… You're too strong…"

"You'll never win, Lasagna Man!" Jay said. "It's over!"

"NOOOOOO!" Lasagna Man screamed and exploded.

It was raining cheese.

"Oh nice, food for Sumo!" Hank said, putting it all in the fridge he just built. Because Minecraft.

"Jay, I don't feel so good…" Peter mumbled, sensing the end was near.

"Oh no!" Jay said, looking at his watch. "We hit the nuclear note! We have to get out of here before we die with this universe!"

Peter used his spider-webs to tie everyone together, and Jay teleported them all back to Detroit, where they said goodbye to Hank and Connor.

Then, they went back to Queens.

"I'll give you guys a moment." Lloyd said, turning away.

"Jay…" Peter said, holding both of the teenager's hands in his. "You showed me that I don't need to be depended on someone else. I can save the world on my own. But today, you saved my world."

Jay felt tears forming in his eyes. "You saved my world too, Peter. I will never forget this or you. You're the most perfect person I've ever met."

The two teenagers leaned in, closing their eyes. Before they knew it, their lips were touching, and they were kissing.

Jay was the first one to pull away, making eye contact again. He couldn't believe he wouldn't see these beautiful eyes again. "I love you, Peter."

Peter nodded, tears running down his own cheeks. "I love you too, Jay. We will meet again."

"Yes. For now, this is goodbye, my love."

The two teenagers handshaked, and then Jay disappeared with Lloyd.

Ninjago, 24th June 2018, 18:27

"We're back, my homies! Alexa, play despacito." Lloyd said, sitting on the couch.

"Cool bro." Kai said.

"We met an android." Jay added.

"Other than me?" Zane asked.

"And Jay has a boyfriend now." Lloyd said, teasing the blue ninja. "Dab on the haters, my homies."

"JAY HAS A BOYFRIEND!?" Cole screamed, finally waking up.

It was going to be a long evening.

THE END.

#evelina nonesense #despacito #ninjago #mcu #marvel #anxietyshipping #peter parker #jay walker #detroit: become human #hank #connor #lasagna man #lasagnasquad #eve writes

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richiefuckfacetozier · 6 years

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Okay, imagine the IT kids in the 2010s. Eddie's is gay and with Richie and Sonia knows about it, but she desperately tries to avoid talking about it and pretend it isn't true. And then Love Simon comes out, and Eddie convinces her to see it with him, and it helps her accept Eddie being gay and being with Richie

This took a bit to answer because I am on vacation and wanted to write a little fic about this very thing! I’m doing it in first person present because that’s how it is in the book Simon Vs the Homosapien Agenda, which is a terrible title for a book thank god they named the movie Love, Simon.

Exhale

Located on Ao3

Richie and I lay on the couch watching television. He has an arm around my waist, while my head is in the crook of his neck. I trace my fingers along his arm slowly then sigh softly.

“What’s wrong?” Richie asks immediately. I smile at the intuitiveness my boyfriend always has even with the slightest of mood change.

“I’m taking mom to Love, Simon tonight.” I mumble.

“No fucking way.” Richie uses his other arm to push himself up, so he is leaning above me to scan my face for a lie. “She’ll never agree to go.”

“I mean…”

“That movie is the funny, heartwarming, adorable, and the gay romantic comedy we both have craved since we were 13. Your dragon of a mother will hate every minute of it. I’m picturing her face and oh my godddd…” Richie starts laughing which brings my anxiety to a tipping point. I can feel my face heating up faster than a fry cooker.

“Thanks for the fucking support.” I try to roll off the couch and move away but Richie traps me in his arms. I attempt to struggle, “No! You don’t get to cuddle me if you are going to be an asshole!” Richie starts to run his hands up my sides making me laugh and squirm. He swings his leg over to straddle my legs and get a better hold on tickling.

“Mercy! Mercy!” I laugh still wiggling aggressively. Richie grabs my hands and brings them above my head. He smiles down at me then brings his mouth forward to kiss. I return the pressure but pull away soon after with an unsure expression. “You really think I shouldn’t take her?”

“Ah. Still on the Ice Queen.” Richie leans back entwining his fingers with mine. “You should definitely take her. I just think she’ll refuse to go or walk out before it is done. Which will just hurt your feelings baby.”

“I’m not a baby and it won’t hurt my feelings if she walks out.” I lie terribly. “I don’t care what she thinks.”

“You’re not a baby, you’re MY baby.” Richie kisses my neck slowly his lips giving my skin goosebumps. “And it WILL hurt your feelings. You broke your phone when she told you to break up with me.”

“It was an old phone anyway.”

“You yelled at me for 10 minutes straight when she ignored you for a week after coming out.”

“You told me I had small hands.”

“You do have small hands.”

“I blacked out during that argument.” I muse.

“When are you two going?” Richie says softly.

I bite the inside of my cheek subconsciously. “Tonight, I didn’t tell her what the movie is about.”

Richie places a hand on the cheek I am chewing. “It’ll be ok. I’ll sneak in the back and will be ready to watch the rest of it with you when she runs out.”

I glare at him but still manage a little smile. “Fuck you. She might like it.”

“We’ll see.” Richie laughs then kisses my glare away.

“What’s the movie about?” My mother asks as we wait in line for popcorn. Her arms are crossed and she looks thoroughly bored.

“It’s a teen romcom,” I say quickly.

“Well, that doesn’t sound too bad.” She says reluctantly as we step forward to the cashier. “Can I get a large popcorn and a medium soda…”

I look to the side and see Richie wave before heading into the movie. True to his word, he came to watch the movie.

A million anxious thoughts are flying through my head. I keep trying to convince myself that this IS a good idea. She WILL see how accepting and loving Simon’s parents are. Then change her mind about me.

“What do you want to drink?” My mother’s voice cuts through.

“Diet Coke is fine. Thanks, Ma.” I say patiently. “So Ma, I was thinking we should get dinner with Richie after the movie.” She tenses up immediately and does not answer. “I know you’re not the biggest fan but it would be nice for my mother and my boyfriend get along. He’s really good to me.”

“I’ll probably be tired after the movie.” She says tersely. The drinks are handed to her and I grab the popcorn bitterly. Then we head toward the theater.

My mother briefly glances at the poster of the movie before walking in to grab seats. “The boy on the poster looks a little like you, Eddie-bear. He’s cute.”

I grin tightly. “Thank you, but I like to think my eyes look less tired than his do.”

She tuts at my joke clearly not realizing I am kidding. “Oh Eddie. That’s not what I meant.”

There is a nervous energy flowing through me as we try to find a good place to sit. I can’t believe I got her this far without an issue. All I can do now is pray she does not run out before the movie is finished.

As we sit down the lights dim, I take a peek at the very back row and spot Richie lounging tossing skittles in the air then catching them in his mouth. I smile at him until he notices me. He makes a show of kissing his palm then blowing the kiss in my direction. I humor him by catching it in my hand and placing the blown kiss against my lips. The nervousness begins to ease.

I love Richie.

I turn back around as the last preview ends and the 20th Century Fox logo vibrates through the room. My palms are sweaty and I’m practically shaking.

I keep peeking at her from the corner of my eyes then the moment of truth happens. Simon begins his opening monologue where he talks about his normal life, great family, adorable friends and he says, “…so I am just like you except I have one huge ass secret…” As Simon looks out the window of his room to see the handsome gardener.

I see my mother tense. My stomach drops as I realize she is absolutely going to walk out. Her hands are gripping the armrests. I continue to eat popcorn acting unperturbed.

As Simon goes out to his car, he says to the gardener, “I like your boots!” And I feel the second-hand embarrassment like I did the first time I watched it with Richie. Last time we laughed and whispered about how Richie used to poorly flirt with me. “I like…your boots!”

Then my mother chuckles.

I stare at her quickly then look back at the screen. I can’t believe my ears just witnessed my mother laughing at a gay boy unsuccessfully flirting.

She laughs a little louder when Simon hits his head on the steering wheel in shame. She doesn’t completely relax but is definitely into the story.

Throughout the film, she smiles, laughs, nudges me at cute parts, and I am in a state of complete elation. She mentions how much Leah is just like Beverly, sassy but sweet to me. She whispers how much she hates Martin and thinks he is the worst person.

We both weep of laughter when Simon has a daydream of his straight friends ‘coming out’ and our identical cackling laughter was so loud after Abby says, “I’m heterosexual,” and her mom cries dramatically, “Oh God help me, Jesus!”

Every time a guy flirts with Simon she asks me, “Oh my god! Is it him?! Is that Blue?”

“Ma!” I whisper back with a laugh. “You’ll see.”

“This is torture.” She replies.

When she starts crying, it’s beyond overwhelming for me. She cried after I came out to her, didn’t say a word, just cried. But she is crying now as Simon is outed to the whole school.

She cries when Simon’s father handles it badly.

Continues to sob as Simon ignores his family.

She cries when the bullies make fun of Simon publically then claps with everyone as the teacher yells at the bullies.

The crying keeps coming as Simon blows up at Martin. “I’m supposed to be the one to decide when and where and who knows. That’s supposed to be my thing. You took that from me!…So just leave me the FUCK alone!”

Mom is sobbing really hard. I look over at her and say softly, “Ma, it’s ok.”

“No, It’s not!” She says in full voice. People around us shush her but she ignores them. “I’m so sorry Eddie-bear. I’m just…so sorry.”

I don’t know what to say so I nod back. “We’ll talk after the movie.”

As the movie goes on mom calms down a bit.

My favorite moment comes when Simon and his mother finally talk. He asks her if she knew and I can sense mom getting anxious about the conversation. I think about how horrible our last talk was and wonder if she is thinking the same thing. As Jennifer Garner’s character says “…But these last few years, more and more, it almost like I can feel you holding your breath…” My mom reaches over and grabs my hand. I squeeze it and start to cry myself. I don’t think I’ve ever loved my mom more in my entire life. “…You get to exhale now, Simon. You get to be more you than you have been in…in a very long time. You deserve everything you want.”

When the credits roll and the lights go up, mom spends the whole time talking about her favorite parts. That she is so happy to have guessed correctly about who Blue was.

Richie walks down the path to them hesitantly. “Hi Mrs. K! Hey Eddie! I saw you both here and thought I would say…well…hello.”

She looks at him and gives a small smile then throws her arms around him. Richie stares at me in confusion and my mouth parts in awe.

She pulls back with a huge smile on her face. “You are such a good boyfriend to my son and deserve to know that. I would like to take you to dinner with us if you are free?” She has an expression of complete sincerity.

“Sure! I’d love to grab dinner with my two favorite Kaspbraks.” I grin at him. Mom leads the way out of the movie theater. Richie hangs back to take my hand and kiss my cheek.

I let out an exhale of air I didn’t know I was holding. As if all the pain I have been feeling is blowing slowly out of me.

I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy.

@sam-i-am2468 @ohheydatsme @missingstanleyuris @jaederp @loser-marsh @jem-carstairs-is-perfection @reddieaddict @richieskata @reddie-brasil @lesbihonest-imhellagay @richietoaster

#eddie kaspbrak #richie tozier #reddie #sonia kaspbrak #i am a loser #Shannon writes #love simon #love simon spoilers #not much but a couple quotes

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kpopthispussyyy · 7 years

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BTS reaction to their black girlfriend facing racism/ignorance

Namjoon

Namjoon would be absolutely livid. He’d be confused at first when you both got pulled over by a cop. He knew you weren't speeding, so what the hell?

“Here we go again.” You'd whisper to yourself, not aware that Namjoon was watching you.

He’d watch silently as the cop asked for your license and registration. He’d notice smug look on the cops face as he told you that there was a robbery near by and you resembled the suspect.

“Wait wait wait wait. Describe the suspect.” Namjoon would interrupt.

The cop wouldn't take him seriously and would ignore his question, causing Namjoon to snap and get out of the car, yelling for the cop to describe the suspect, and about how you both had the right to know what this was about. Terror would freeze your blood as the cop began to order Namjoon to get back in the car and jesus christ all mighty, why isn't Namjoon listening to you as you scream for him to get his ass back in the car? Your heart would be pounding as you saw the cop begin to reach for his fire arm, but luckily, Namjoon would finally listen and sit in the car next to you.

The cop would leave you both with a firm warning to Namjoon and an insincere apology to you. When he was gone, you’d fall apart, hitting Namjoon and yelling incoherently, tears streaming down your face. Namjoon would be surprised and would gently defend himself from your blows. He’d yell over your screams.

“Why are you so mad?! It wasn't our fault.” He’d ask, exasperatedly.

You’d take a deep breath and look at him with tear filled eyes.

“Namjoon. You have to understand. I’m black. I can't afford to yell at the police. They shoot first and ask questions later. The fact that you're in the car with a black person automatically means you can get shot too so please. Don't ever, do that again.” You plead, holding his hands in yours.

He quickly nods and pulls you to his chest, comforting you. He makes you switch places with him and drives home. Afterwards, your relationship is ten times stronger and ten times more understanding.

Hoseok

Hoseok is the definition of low-key savage. He’s the sun as everyone knows, and is literally happiness personified, but when it came to protecting you, he could kill. Dating a black girl had really opened his eyes to some injustices black people faced, and he’d be damned if he let anyone disrespect you, whether it was or wasn't due to the color of your skin.

When he finds out that your boss told you to ‘do something about your hair’ which you preferred to keep natural, he laughs and shakes his head. It’s at that moment that you know you made a huge mistake telling him, cause that laugh meant one thing and one thing only.

Time to fuck shit up.

While you were at work, Hoseok would show up with a book in his hand. He’d make his way to your bosses office calmly. You'd watch in shock from the door as he pulled out articles about African American hairstyles being discriminated against in the workplace settings, spreading them in front of your shocked boss. He’d explain how almost all of the employers in the articles were ruled as ‘right’ in the claim that they could choose hairstyles for their employees. Then he pointed at the ones who lost their claims, along with their businesses.

“Now that we've read these and got educated, let me make one thing clear. If my girlfriend, Y/n, comes home to tell me you said anything to her regarding this conversation, or tormented her in anyway, I will do everything in my power to make sure you loose your business, then your money, then your house. Don't be an asshole. Here’s my card. Have a lovely day.” He’d finish with a sweet smile, then walk out, kissing you goodbye.

Your boss wouldn't dare to say a word to you, seeing as your boyfriend was famous, and according to google, worth a shitload of money. Your hair was happy, you were happy, Hoseok was happy, and all things were good.

Seokjin

“N*GG*R!”

You'd feel you heart stop at the word that hit you like a brick, lingering in the air. Jin would freeze and look around towards the crowd of paparazzi and fans that surrounded you both, looking for the culprit who was either hiding like a coward, or long gone.

Jin would grit his teeth in silent rage and wrap his arm around you. He’d maneuver his way through the crowd with a stricken girlfriend in his arms, entering the hotel finally. You'd both silently make your way to the elevator and enter. Jin would walk to the back of the elevator and lean on the wall, shaking with anger, while you replayed the moment over and over again in your head.

“I-I don't get it. We’re not even in the U.S anymore!” He’d yell, voice startling you.

You'd let out a laugh and shake your head. “Racists are everywhere baby. There’s no escaping it. Doesn't matter that were in another country.” You’d reply, giving him a soft, sad smile.

Seokjin would frown and immediately pull you into his arms, kissing your forehead.

“It’s not fair to you. This was supposed to be our amazing, unforgettable honeymoon. Are you okay baby?” He’d ask, one hand coming up to cup your cheek so he could peer into your eyes.

“I’m fine. It’s not gonna affect out honeymoon. We’re here to have fun. Some ignorant git isn't gonna ruin that. Okay?” You ask, attempting to convince him that you really were okay.

Jin would sigh and finally relent, calming down. You’d both forget about the rough start to your honeymoon and have the best fun you'd ever had, making new memories free of criticism and media influence, as husband and wife.

(GOD this boy is foiiiiiiiine. Lemme use this chance to confess that he has now wriggled his way up the ranks and has gone from Bias Wrecker to Another Bias. BITCH LOOK AT HIS FACE JHBJVUGJGH)

Yoongi

You’d both be on line for some shit idk, maybe to get coffee or buy groceries, when some random roach bitch came out of no where and suddenly dug her fingers into your afro. You’d be too shocked to react. You’d barely be able to hear her asking the usual roach questions like ‘omg, how'd you get your hair to do this?’ and ‘it’s like, sooooo puffy. Can you like, straighten it?’. Yoongi would make a face at what he saw, confused as to whether said roach didn’t see him next to you, or was ignoring him.

Ignoring the fact that roach was a girl and that he had to be a gentle man, he’d grab her arm hard and yank it away from your hair, still giving her that look that said ‘who in the fuck raised your disrespectful ass?’.

“Um, don't touch her.” He’d say, throwing the roaches arm back.

You'd stay silent, mentally laughing, knowing your boyfriend was about to snatch this bitches edges.

The roach would wrinkle her nose in irritation and look to you for support, only to see you raising an eyebrow at her in disbelief.

“I’m sure you wouldn't want some random stranger digging their fingers into your hair, especially when getting your hair that way took hours of treatment and dedication. Fuck is wrong with you?” He’d ask, holding your hand in his as he cringed in disgust at the now stuttering, red faced roach.

“W-well excuse me, but she didn't say she minded.” Roachaline would spit at him, placing her hand on her hip smugly as if she had won.

“Well she didn't get the chance. Go away before I call security and report you for assault. And stop being a martyr for idiocy!” He would yell after her as she walked away appalled. You’d laugh and link arms with your savage of a boyfriend, cooing sweet nothings at him to calm him down.

You’d both leave whatever store you were at laughing, happy as can be, talking shit about the atrocity you had just encountered.

Jungkook

You’d be in the dressing room with the boys, watching as they got their making done, in a heated conversation with Namjoon about types of weaves to get since he was dating a black girl too. You were in a bad mood already from some shit that had happened previously, but this poor child was about to get his girl some synthetic bundles for her birthday and that’s a no, so you decided to hook him up with some websites.

Jungkook watched through the mirror with a smile on his face as you gave Namjoon advice, laughing as his friend took down notes. Suddenly, one of the boys friends, some stranger, decided to add in his own unseasoned two cents.

“Weren't you just complaining about G-Dragon having dreads? How do you do that, then use straight/ silky hair that isn't yours?” He asks snottily, rolling his eyes at you.

The room went silent. Jungkook broke the silence with a short laugh, turning to glance at the boy.

“Seriously?” He asks, letting out another laugh, this time slightly sinister.

He then proceeded to educate the idiot boy, cursing at him, informing him about how you might not be able to get some jobs without straight/silky hair. He informs him about how you occasionally get made fun of about how your hair defies gravity. He also informs him about how G-Dragon wearing dreads is wrong because it cultural appropriation. He tears him a new one, barking at the now beet red boy about how it’s also none of his goddamn business what you do with your hair.

At the end of his rant, he's panting, makeup sliding down in trails of sweat, causing his make up artist to glare at him. The boy scurries out in shame, and it only takes a second for the entire room to burst out laughing, while you sit watching your boyfriend, filled with pride.

“Damn Kookie. Where'd you learn all that?” Jimin asks, impressed.

Jungkook smiles and lets out a small laugh and turns to you, a teasing glint in his eye.

“Perks of dating Y/n.”

Jimin

“Excuse me?” Jimin would ask, raising an eyebrow at the host.

You’d sink into the couch in mortification, realizing that you were just sexualized on live tv, and it'd hurt even more when you realized it was because you were black. This wouldn’t be your first interview with Jimin, but this was the first time anyone was so blatantly rude. You’d feel a twinge of tears at the back of your throat and avoid eye contact with the camera after that.

“The question was, since dating Y/n, have you enjoyed sex more, considering how endowed she is?” The host would ask again shamelessly, wiggling his eyebrows at both Jimin and the producers back stage.

Jimin would stay silent for a second, still reeling in shock. You'd think having a 13 and up audience would have been a red flag, but you guessed that being black and dating a pop star was just too juicy for the producers not to milk. The silence would make the host realize it was the wrong thing to ask, and he’d panic, turning to the producers again, but it was too late.

“First of all, that is absolutely none of your business. Secondly, the only reason you're asking me this question is because she’s black, and you should know better. You should all know better. I planned on cursing you out, but seeing as my girlfriend is in shock, were going to leave instead. Have a horrible day.” Jimin would spit out, grabbing your hand and pulling you off the set.

He’d drag you through apologizing crowds of people and out of the studio, back to your car. You’d enter and sit silently, Jimin grabbing your hand again as he enters.

“Baby, I'm so sorry. They're a bunch of idiots and their careers are over, I swear to god-” He’d rush out, making you interrupt him.

“It’s fine. Thank you for defending me.” You’d say with a weak smile, hugging him.

He’d hug you back tightly, still in shock from what just happened as you tried your hardest not to burst into tears in his chest. The week that goes by afterwards would be hard. Paparazzi would be on a mission to get yours and Jimin’s statements, and that question would be played on every media outlet daily. Some fans were on yours and Jimin’s side, but of course, some also were not, thinking it was a fine question for the host to ask, and that he would have asked anyone.

Soon, other scandals come and go with other pop stars, and yours and Jimin’s debacle is soon forgotten, but you two don't forget. It strengthens your relationship. You and Jimin begin to love and understand each other on a different level.

Taehyung

You’d be hanging out with Taehyung at a bar with the rest of the group when suddenly, a group of fans would come up to you guys for autographs. Being used to this, you'd happily watch as the boys kindly tok their time and interacted with their fans, signing autographs and taking pictures.

“Oppa~ Why are you dating a black girl?”

You froze at the question. Taehyung simply rose an eyebrow at the girl in front of him.

“What kinda question is that?” He asks, obviously trying not to be rude.

The girl rolls her eyes, gaining confidence.

“Well, why are you dating a black girl? A lot of fans are angry.” She stated, glancing at you bitterly for a second, then turning back to Taehyung.

Just as you were about to get up and drag the bitch, Taehyung let out an irritated groan. He crosses his arms and raises and eyebrow at the girl.

“I’m honestly trying to have a good day here, with my beautiful girlfriend and our best friends, so kindly go away before I make you cry.” He says, pinching the bride of his nose in frustration.

The girl turns red, and scurries away, flustered from how an idol just spoke to her. The group turns to Taehyung and you, asking if you were both okay, but you both simply just blow it off, laughing and cuddling up.

Before you two had started dating, you had both already spoken about what hardships you would face from the fans and from... well, the world. So anytime something like this came up, though it would take some insisting and begging, you'd always make sure he kindly told fans and people that mentioned your skin color negatively to ‘go away.’

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WELL GUYS.

This took me three days to write, so I hope all of you enjoy it, especially my fellow black girls out there.

If this offended you, please leave me a butthurt ask or comment. I’m in a wonderful mood today 😊💖

#bts #bts reaction #bts scenario #namjoon #jungkook #yoongi #jimin #hosoek #taehyung #seokjin #kpop reactions #kpop imagines #p.o.c #female reader #scenarios #kpop scenarios

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destinybcund · 5 years

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CHAPTER TWO

The dining hall, to absolutely no one’s surprise, teemed with life. The cacophony of noise that filtered past the dark oak doors of the Solarian castle could be heard echoing through the corridors. Helios pushed the doors open and joined the scene with ease, effortlessly blending into the organized chaos. Selene hesitated. She felt Prim tugging on her hand, and she followed without asking any questions. Prim led her to the table so they could have first pick of the seats before the food came out. From their perch, they could observe the entire room.

Riven argued with Sky as her father watched, amusement glittering in his eyes as Helia tried (and failed) to mediate. Selene noticed their proximity to the fire poker with slight alarm, waving her hand to move the sharp objects just out of reach. Past them, Nabu was trying to teach the triplets a magic trick involving some sort of coin and a disappearing act. They watched him with solemn brown eyes, while Star giggled behind them. Harmony was deep in conversation Tecna and Flora, who both leaned in to hear their eldest niece that much better.

Musa was talking to Bloom, who avidly listened as her fingers absently combed through Stella’s hair. Stella was comfortably splayed across Bloom’s lap, fast asleep. Selene couldn’t help but bite back a smile : her mother always lit up whenever everyone was over, as if a piece of her had been missing and the other’s brought it back. Selene assumed that wasn’t too far from the truth. She’d listened to all of her mother’s stories intently, more than Helios or the triplets ever had. She knew how much her aunts meant to her mother, and watching them all together never failed to soothe frayed nerves.

The bell signaling the arrival of dinner startled her out of her thoughts. Within minutes the others streamed to the table, filling the seats as family style portions lines the center of the table. Cordelia and Blaze tried to grab at the food before it was fully on the table, obviously starving after their day of training. Selene anxiously scanned the table again, noticing Koda and Chip’s absence as she shifted uncomfortably. Her throat tightened with anxiety. What if she had been wrong when talking to Prim? What if Koda really was in trouble? What if he and Chip had managed to get themselves into trouble and she had been the one to stop others from looking for them? Her thoughts progressively got worse, her fingers pulling at the loose threads on the placemat.

Prim squeezed her shoulder gently. “Hey, breathe, Selly.” Green eyes glimmered with concern. “They’re probably goofing off. I’m sure they’re already heading down, no doubt Auntie Tecna already sent Chip a message to let him know to come and get food, alright?” Her voice was soft and as always, she understood what had Selene worried. Selene let out a breath, giving a shaky grin. “You’re probably right…”

At that moment the door creaked open and the two entered sheepishly. Selene’s tense body relaxed, and she could enjoy the meal. As it usually was with their family, dinner was a frenzied blur. The younger kids told stories in exasperatingly long detail, fighting amongst each other to hold the adult’s attention. Kai and Harmony seemed to hold an entire conversation without uttering a word, Helios watching both of them and making faces when they ignored him. Blaze stole food off of Delia’s plate and nearly got speared by a fork. Chip and Koda excited mumbled about something in between mouthfuls of mashed potatoes. Selene tucked her hand happily in Prim’s, using the other to pick at the food on her plate.

After dinner, Helios wasted no time enacting his plan. He gave both Blaze and Delia a look, and both of them grinned back at him. The three of them began Operation : Sleepover. Helios started them off, blinking golden eyes in a show of faux innocence. “Mommy, do you think the gang could spend the night?” His voice dripped with sweetness, which Blaze and Cordelia echoed when they added, “Please, Auntie Stella?”

Stella looked hesitant for a minute, shooting a look at the rest of the Winx. After a few minutes of whispering among themselves, they turned back to the anxious faces staring at them. Stella grinned. “Of course. But no funny business, mister. I have a conference call with Dakian royalty in about an hour, and I’ll probably be there most of the night. So I’m trusting you guys, alright?”

Helios nodded enthusiastically, “Of course! Cross my heart. We’re going to be watching movies in the theater room, Koda and Chip were talking about analyzing the animation of some old Disney movies for their project. Blaze brought some from his Grandpa Mike’s house.” Blaze held up the book brimming with old CDs. That drew laughs from the rest of the adults.

Helios attempted to dash straight to the theater room, skidding to a stop as he heard his mother call after him. “Helios Aegle, get back here! I know you didn’t just leave without saying goodbye to everyone, because I raised a gentleman not a heathen!” He turned back sheepishly, rushing to say his goodbyes and escape before … “And take your sister with you. Selene, honey, please make sure the others don’t get too wild. Prim sweetheart, you too. I trust you too to keep things in order.” Dammit.

Helios inwardly groaned but his sunny smile didn’t budge until the seven kids left from the room, making their way down to the private theater. They settled among the comfy couches. Chip ran down to get snacks, Koda tagging along as he sorted through various movies. Helios pouted, sure that his plan for one last fun night before they headed back to their respective schools was ruined now that buzzkills number one and two were babysitting. Blaze, however, didn’t get the memo. “So, Sol, when are we leaving??”

“We aren’t.” Helios sighed, shooting a glare at his sister. “Little Miss Perfect here would never let us go.”

Selene dark eyes flashed with hurt as she hugged herself. “Go where?”

“Downtown. It’s a tradition.” Cordelia answered solemnly, shoulders sagging as she sighed. “Blaze, Helios, and I have been going since elementary school. Sneak out and have one last night of fun before school starts, you know?” Disappointment colored her tone, and Selene felt guilt blossom in her chest.

Helios snorted. “Please, don’t tell her Delia. The only thing she’ll do is squeal to our parents. Selene can’t handle breaking any of their precious rules. She’d sooner break our hearts.” He knew it was unfair to place the blame on her. But he was frustrated, there were times when he felt like she loved laws and lore and legislation more than she loves him. All he wanted was one night where she let loose, one night where she stopped worrying about everything so goddamn much. “Heaven forbid she isn’t the golden child.”

Selene recoiled from the contempt in his voice and the obvious disappointment scrawled across Cordelia and Blaze’s expressions. Was she really ruining their night? Was she really breaking their hearts? A good sister would never do that … but her mother had asked her to keep them out of shenanigans and a good daughter would never disobey that...she could feel her heart hammering against her chest as tears to her eyes. Her breathing went unsteady, and Prim immediately helped her sit down.

Prim shot a nasty glare at Helios, rubbing Selene’s shoulder gently. “By the Dragon, Helios, shut up! It’s a stupid idea anyways, you’re all lucky you haven’t been caught yet. You know how tense things can get for both Solaria and Eraklyon, taking unnecessary risks is-”

“Sometimes you have to take risks to live!” Helios fired back, cutting her off as he sprung to his feet. He paced around the room, trying to blow off steam. “God, you and Lena both! All you ever worry about is doing what’s safe. But don’t you know how tiring that is? Is it so much to ask for a night of fun every now and again? Huh? You’ve always gotten everything you’ve wanted, Primrose. Because you’ve never wanted anything dangerous or reckless or exciting!”

Prim flushed. Her gaze dropped down to Selene, lingering longer than necessary while her heart pounded wildly against her chest, before she fixed a glare on Helios. Her tone made ice look like fire. “You don’t know anything about me.” Her hands trembled with barely contained fury, fingers itching to bring out her whip and really let him have it. Before she could, Cordelia tugged her back roughly and Blaze did the same with Helios.

Blaze glanced around the room, worry obvious. “Come on guys, cool it. We should just-”

“I’ll do it.” Selene’s voice could barely be heard, and yet it seemed to stun the room. Helios turned to look at her, bewildered. “What?”

“I said I’ll do it. I’ll … I’ll sneak out with you guys.”

#chapter 2 #winx club #winx club fanfiction #winx club next gen #･ﾟ: *✧ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴀʀs sᴍᴇᴀʀᴇᴅ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴀɪʀ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɢʟɪᴛᴛᴇʀ. →「 selene 」#･ﾟ: *✧ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴀs ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪғᴜʟ ᴀs ᴇɴᴅʟᴇss. →「 primrose 」#･ﾟ: *✧ ɢᴏʟᴅᴇɴ ᴄʜɪʟᴅ ; ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ's ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏɴǫᴜᴇʀ. →「 helios 」

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All the naughty meme thingy for Leo and Lori lololol i want everything

Dirty Meme:

Lori and Leonardo grinned evilly at the screen and each chuckled at the questions. Lori smiled, “Honor boys first.”

Leonardo nods and sits on the bed and pulls the laptop into his lap, reading over the questions asked by his wife. He cracks his neck and begins with a smile.

LEONARDO:

👅-Would they rather give or receive oral sex?

He shakes his head with a smile, “I like both. Something I enjoy giving but my wife seems to always make we weak for receiving.”

👠-Do they watch pornography? If so, what kind?

“Yes. I watch other Doms and see what kind of new techniques they use or have come up with. If I’m in adventurous mood, I look at my phone and look at my wife in a bikini. Nothing better than knowing I can have her anytime.”

💋-Do they use tongue when they kiss?

“Of course. I always try to surprise my love with a lick or a suck with my own.”

😈-Favorite sex position?

He laughs, “I have no real favorite. But if I had to choose just one, I choose the one with my wife bond and tied up from a rafter so I can rut her how I want to.” He smiles as he types his response, something he wanted to try in his mating season.

👎🏻-What is an absolute deal breaker in the bedroom?

“No trust. I refuse to do anything if Nyx doesn’t trust me.”

🐶-Favorite pet name they like to be called?

“Sensei” he quips almost to quickly with a slow grin.

👄-Do they swallow?

He nods happily, “Oh yes. Why waste something as delicious and I worked so hard for?”

👙-Favorite outfit in the bedroom?

He blows out a breath, “I’d rather have Nyx completely naked but I have to say that her new outfit for my birthday is amazingly alluring. I now have a fetish for bows on my wife.” He closes his eyes and remembers how sexy she had been under him. How perfect she made the bows lay on her backside for him. She knew him well.

💦-Best place for their partner to cum on/in?

“I love when Nyx cums on my tongue and cock. You know, I think she likes doing it as well.” He licks his lower lip slowly.

🌶-Most sensitive place on their body?

“My sides where my shell and chest don’t meet. It’s a very sensitive place and I either will enjoy it or jump at the touch. Depends on how I’m feeling at the moment.”

👑-Daddy kink, yes or no?

“More like Sensei kink.”

💍-Ever had an affair?

“No and I never will. I am happy and see no other woman besides my wife. She will be the only woman in my life and I will make sure she knows that.”

🏢-Most public place they’ve had sex, or would like to have sex?

His laugh shook the room and he wipes happy tears, “I’ve had sex in more places than I can count. Most public? How about a Hell Ball in front of demons, watching me fuck my wife and claim her for all to see. Where would I like to? On Lucifier’s rotting kingdom. He’s hurt my family in more than one way.”

🍒-When and how did they lose their virginity, if they have?

He sighed and typed sadly, “My past is my past but I was 19 and I think you could guess who was my first.”

He reread his answers and was sastified as Lori came in to take her laptop back. Heading to the library, she curls into a couch and begins to write her response.

LORI:

👅-Would they rather give or receive oral sex?

“I’d like to give Jabb more oral but he tends to want to tease me. But who doesnt like receiving oral from a dragon tongue? I certainly say I can’t resist.”

👠-Do they watch pornography? If so, what kind?

She blushes to her ears, “Yes. I watch porn. I think Jabb will be overjoyed but I watch almost anything hentai. I can look at porn gifs of normal people but when I do wanna get off, I can’t watch real people. I get.....embarrassed. So anime it is.”

💋-Do they use tongue when they kiss?

“Well of course! Who honestly doesnt??”

😈-Favorite sex position?

She bites her lower lip in thought, “I have to say doggy style. Jabb can get pretty primal and gets pretty deep. And I do love it.”

👎🏻-What is an absolute deal breaker in the bedroom?

“Anything with the word fisting.” She shudders at the word.

🐶-Favorite pet name they like to be called?

“I like my name the most but is ‘Mine’ considered a pet name?”

👄-Do they swallow?

Smirking she answers, “Ask my husband. I hate to leave a mess after getting my reward.”

👙-Favorite outfit in the bedroom?

“Oh god....” Her blush goes to Def-con 5. “He has these jeans that just hit his hips perfectly and they shape his ass so amazingly that I can’t resist. The man can have on a shirt, barely buttoned and I’m weak in the knees.”

💦-Best place for their partner to cum on/in?

“Oh wow. What a question. Gonna say in my womb and on my boobs. Kinda simple answers.”

🌶-Most sensitive place on their body?

“My neck, which someone always exploits.” If Jabb could see her glare, he would laugh.

👑-Daddy kink, yes or no?

Her nose scrunches in disgust, “I don’t have daddy issues so it’s a no. I’d rather scream Jabb’s name.”

💍-Ever had an affair?

She shakes her head, “No. I don’t think I could ever find someone else attractive after Jabberwock.” Her eyes close sadly, “Even thinking about loving someone else hurts my heart.”

🏢-Most public place they’ve had sex, or would like to have sex?

Her cheeks are as bright as Jabb’s hair color, “Oh damn. Well uh, the most public place? I’d say in my father’s study. Come to think of it, Jabb doesn’t like to show me off when we fuck. Where would I like to have sex?” She thinks for a second, “As close to the stars as I can possibly get.”

🍒-When and how did they lose their virginity, if they have?

She looks down and sighs, “I don’t want to say because of what’s happened but it was a turtle in red when I was 17.”

She closes the laptop before sending off their responses with a cute smile on her face.

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min-minn · 5 years

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Symphony - Chapter Three

A03

Summary: Viktor Nikiforov, tenor prodigy and top student at the Salchow Institute of Music, is looking for an accompanist.

And word around campus is that Yakov Feltsman, Head of Music and conductor of the prestigious Institute Band, is looking for new members.

Yuuri Katsuki is just looking to survive his next Piano recital

The Yuri on CONCERT Music School AU that we all deserve

Pairings: Viktor Nikiforov/ Yuuri Katsuki

Rating: Teen And Up

Content Warning: Anxiety

A/N:

YIKES, so this was actually SO much longer than I'd anticipated. And I had even planned to add a whole other scene, but it's already stupid long~ Next time~

Also, I was thinking about it, and so many fics have Viktor texting with kaomoji and it just makes me so happy that everyone kind of unanimously agrees that that's how it would go. Especially since Viktor can put the little hearts for mouths and it's just *wheeze* adorable. And I figured Yuuri is the kind of guy who never keeps up to date with things, and even though he's Japanese - since he's from a more rural Japanese town and never texts - he probably missed the whole kaomoji thing entirely. And Phichit would probably just use stickers I think... I don't know. HC thoughts~

There's a bunch of music in this one so I'll just list it all off in order of appearance:

Lazy Bird, the piece that Phichit suggests, is a famous modern Jazz piece by John Coltrane. It's pretty brutal, but also just so, so amazing. I can see Yuuri playing it somehow~ And it makes me so happy~

The Ravel piece that Yuuri plays at the start of their practice is just *wheeze* stupidly beautiful. Again, it just screams Yuuri to me. I could listen to it for hours~

And finally, this Muse song is one of my all time favourites. Such a cool, creative concept, and with three exceptionally talented musicians (or five, WHEN THE REST OF THE SQUAD SHOW UP) I can hear it in my mind palace already. SO COOL. GOOD GOD.

ALSO *SPLUTTERS* THANK YOU. For your stupidly kind comments and kudos and all the things. I've been basically vibrating with happiness and motivation for the last few days~ It really does encourage me in every way. And I like to reply to every comment, so feel free to ask questions, though the NZ time zone might make it a bit weird~ Anyway! Thank you, thank you, thank you.

I'm going to jump straight into the next chapter, but it probably won't be done until this time tomorrow~ Bear with me~

Much awkward, muso love,

- Min

Yuuri heard Phichit yelling at him before he’d even opened the apartment door.

“…think you can just waltz in here at 11:30 at night without so much as a text, you’ve got another thing coming! You piece of shit!” Yuuri winced as he turned his key in the lock, opening the door. He knew Phichit was just teasing him, but he couldn’t help feeling guilty all the same.

Phichit and Yuuri’s apartment was small, cramped enough without the massive Yamaha keyboard that Yuuri had managed to squeeze into the corner. When they’d moved in, it was a toss-up between either a table and chairs or a practice corner. Both had agreed that a table and chairs were entirely optional when there was a perfectly good sofa to eat on, so most of the far side of the room was taken up by Yuuri’s piano and a series of cheap bookshelves fit to bursting with books, music, and various folders. Phichit’s saxophone case and music stand were against the wall next to the piano as well.

Phichit himself was sitting on the couch, some kind of sappy rom-com playing on the tv across from him, though the volume was quiet, Phichit not even looking at the screen. He had one earbud in instead, with a bunch of charts strewn across the couch and the little pile of crates that served as a coffee table in the middle of the room. Yuuri still couldn’t quite wrap his head around Phichit’s obsession with overstimulation – if he didn’t have some kind of movie on and music blaring in his ears, he couldn’t concentrate on his study. Yuuri often had to lock himself in his room or use the school’s studios just to make sure he had absolute silence.

Yuuri gave Phichit an apologetic smile, and Phichit glared back with all the venom he could muster.

“Eight!” he said suddenly, folding his arms and huffing as Yuuri slowly set his coat on the hooks behind the door.

“Eight…?” Yuuri asked quietly before one of the couch cushions was hurled at his head. He ducked with a little noise, blinking in shock.

“Eight missed calls!” Phichit yelled again. “I even called Minako! She said she’d left you at the studio after practice… with Viktor.”

Yuuri winced, ducking his head as he unravelled his scarf. “Yeah…”

“Don’t yeah me. Details. Now,” Phichit reached over and paused the movie, yanking out his earbuds and shuffling over on the couch so that Yuuri could sit next to him. To anyone else, Phichit’s behaviour would probably come across as rude, but after three years of friendship, Yuuri knew this was just Phichit’s way of showing he cared, even if it felt like it was shortening Yuuri’s lifespan.

“Can I at least get some dinner first?” Yuuri asked exasperatedly. Now that he was finally in the safety of his own home, he’d suddenly realised just how hungry he was. And tired. His eyes had grown heavy on the bus ride home, but it was even more prominent now as he realised he’d have to explain everything to Phichit before he’d be allowed to go to bed.

“In the pot on the stove. It’s probably cold by now since you’re, like, three hours late coming home,” Phichit narrowed his eyes. Yuuri found himself laughing despite everything.

“I thought we went over this. We’re only married if neither of us finds someone by the time we’re 50,” Yuuri grinned, feeling triumphant when he saw Phichit’s frown twitch into a little smirk.

“I feel like I’m 50 after worrying about your ass all night,” Phichit threw back at him, but he seemed to have cooled, smirk turning into a smile that Yuuri returned easily.

He moved into their little kitchen, finding a big pot of noodles on the stove and throwing some into a bowl before he chucked it in the microwave. He opted to lean on the counter and wait, watching the bowl spin as his mind wandered.

“Did you kiss at least?” Phichit called from the couch, now turned to face him, leaning over the back. Yuuri groaned.

“No, Phichit, I didn’t kiss the dude I only just met today,” he sighed, reaching for a set of plastic chopsticks that were resting on the dishrack. “I’m not like you,” he added with a teasing tone. Phichit stuck out his tongue.

“Honestly Yuuri, at this rate we will end up married.”

The microwaved beeped, Yuuri taking the bowl and feeling his stomach rumble as he smelt the familiar spices. He cradled the bowl in one arm, taking it with him down to the couch, mentally bracing himself for Phichit’s questions.

“But first,” Phichit said, face ridiculously serious… and he suddenly flung himself at Yuuri, crushing him in a bear hug that was quite impressive despite Phichit’s slightly smaller frame. Yuuri smiled as he held the noodles out of the way.

“I’m proud of you for surviving today,” Phichit said softly, all trace of his grumpy act disappearing. “I know it must have been really stressful.”

“Thank you Phichit,” Yuuri said warmly, breaking out of the hug a little sheepishly. “I’m sorry it took me all day to fill you in.”

“Not even one text Yuuri! Come on!”

“I know! I know … I kind of zoned out on the bus …” Yuuri rubbed the back of his head, glancing down at his lap.

“You’re forgiven,” Phichit said with a mock serious expression. “Now, start at the beginning.” He was shuffling away and sitting cross-legged on the couch, posture stiff as he waited expectantly.

“There’s not much to say, honestly…” Yuuri began, picking at his food with his chopsticks, blowing gently on the noodles with the bowl on his lap. “Madame Baranovskaya is a dragon lady and she hates my guts,” he said matter-of-factly, focussing on picking up as much of the delicious noodles as he could. “The cashier at the café hates my guts, too,” he added, looking up with a thoughtful expression.

“And,” his voice lowered, eyes trailing down to the floor. “I’m probably the worst accompanist in the world since Viktor hates my guts now as well,” and then he stuffed his face, eyes downcast as he chewed, trying to add some sense of finality to what he’d said. He knew Phichit would try and argue with him, but there was no use. He knew it was true. “That’s it, basically.”

Phichit sighed next to him, leaning back on the couch. “Yuuri, they don’t hate your guts. Well… Lilia might, but she hates everyone and everything, so don’t go thinking you’re too special,” Phichit tapped him with his foot to get Yuuri’s attention and they both laughed a little.

“Viktor definitely hates me though,” Yuuri said quietly, hand stilling as he stared back at the floor.

“Yuuri,” Phichit said with a warning tone, “Remember what we talked about? Try and imagine the opposite of what your brain demons are saying. Imagine that’s the truth.” Yuuri scoffed in response.

“But it’s not—” Yuuri began before Phichit shushed him.

“Shh! No. Just pretend it’s true,” Phichit nudged him with his foot again.

Yuuri sighed, taking another mouthful and chewing slowly.

“He asked me to help him practice his aria,” Yuuri said around the food in his mouth, knowing full well that Phichit was still expecting a full recount of the events of the day.

“That’s good, Yuuri,” Phichit said a little excitedly. “Easy, too, since you’ve been playing it since you found out he got the part,” he added, waggling his eyebrows. Yuuri smiled and ducked his head.

“I thought so too, but…” he trailed off, the memory still a little too bitter in his mind, drawing his eyebrows together.

“What?” Phichit frowned before he let out a little gasp. “Oh no, don’t tell me,” he was sitting up now, eyes wide. “Is Viktor one of those singers? Did he nit-pick your playing like he was a piano major? Was he rushing? Oh my god,” he clapped a hand dramatically over his mouth. “Yuuri, was he out of tune?”

Yuuri rolled his eyes. “No, of course not. He was perfect. It was all me,” he sighed, suddenly finding he had no appetite despite feeling starved just seconds before. He put his bowl down on the coffee table, careful not to let it touch Phichit’s charts.

“What did you do?” Phichit asked gently. “It started well,” Yuuri said softly, leaning back in the couch and staring at the ceiling. “He’s a great singer, and easy to follow. I hardly had to think about it at all, it kind of just … worked.” Yuuri chewed on his lower lip, bringing his arm up to cover his eyes. “And then I fucked it all up.”

“You can’t have fucked it up that badly if it was going so well,” Phichit pointed out. Yuuri groaned.

“No, it was like… you know Minako’s studio, right? With all the mirrors? Well… I could see him singing and I kind of got…” Yuuri felt his cheeks begin to burn.

“What, you got distracted by his ridiculously good looks?” Phichit said with a smirk.

“Pretty much,” Yuuri sighed.

“So what? You missed a few notes?” Phichit seemed confused.

“I stopped playing entirely, like, right in the middle. Which would usually be fine but…” Yuuri winced, the memory all too fresh. “He looked at me so strangely. And it wasn’t just that I stopped, I completely zoned out…”

Phichit giggled, “Carried away imagining Viktor’s strong tenor voice, and strong tenor arms, and soft tenor lips…” Phichit was wriggling around on the couch, doing his best impression of a love-sick teenager. Yuuri jabbed him with the back end of his chopsticks and Phichit cried out through his giggles.

“I’m serious!” Yuuri said desperately. “I totally fucked up! And it was so awkward afterwards.”

Phichit let out a rush of air. “I mean, it was your first session together. I’m sure he didn’t mind. It’s just practice, after all, you’re not meant to get it perfect first try.”

Yuuri sunk lower in the couch, wanting nothing more than to let the cushions swallow him whole. “He totally hates me.”

“Yuuri…” Phichit said gently, reaching over and rubbing his shoulder. “He doesn’t hate you, ok? Remember? Imagine the opposite of what you’re thinking is true.”

Suddenly, Yuuri’s phone vibrated in his back pocket and he jumped. Why was his phone vibrating? Was it a text? That was pretty much impossible. The only person who texted him was Phichit and Phichit was sitting right there. He seemed to be just as surprised as Yuuri, gesturing for Yuuri to get his phone out, sitting up slightly with a curious look on his face.

Yuuri leapt to grab his phone, yanking it out of his pocket and scrambling to hold it up in front of him.

And all the colour drained from his face.

Phichit leant over with his brow furrowed, expression quickly morphing into a sly grin as he looked at the screen.

“See what I mean?” he said with a very distinct I-told-you-so tone. “The opposite of what you’re thinking.”

Yuuri could barely breathe.

They were staring at the lock screen, and there in the middle was a notification for a text message.

A text message from Viktor.

“Shit…” Yuuri breathed, glancing up to Phichit with wide eyes. “What do I do?”

“You open it Yuuri, you dumbass!” Phichit squealed, leaning closer to get a better look.

Yuuri swallowed, slowly unlocking his phone and tapping open his messages. Sure enough, there was a text from Viktor. The number hadn’t been saved yet, obviously, but Yuuri could tell who it was from the first line, which had conveniently shown up on his lock screen as well:

> Hey, It’s Viktor ( ⁀ ♡ ⁀ )

“Is that … fucking kaomoji?” Phichit hissed, face all but pressed against Yuuri’s as he eyed the screen with a squint.

“Kao… what?” Yuuri whispered, thumb still hovering over the text, not quite able to bring himself to open it properly. He felt his cheeks flushing ever so slightly as he looked at the little face Viktor had added. Yuuri distantly wondered how he’d even made it.

“Honestly Yuuri, are you even Japanese?” Phichit rolled his eyes, bumping Yuuri’s shoulder with his own impatiently. “Open it already!”

Yuuri swallowed thickly, trying to stop his hands from shaking. He hit the message with his thumb, screwing his eyes shut as it opened.

“Oh…” Phichit gasped, voice quiet.

After a beat, Yuuri dared to open his eyes, peeking at the screen…

> Hey, It’s Viktor ( ⁀ ♡ ⁀ ) Thanks for tonight! You play so beautifully~ How have I never heard you before! ( ≧ ♡ ≦ )

And there was a noise. It sounded kind of like a buzzing – or a droning… then it came into focus and Yuuri realised it was him. He was making the noise. His mouth was open and he was just…

“Holy shit, Yuuri,” Phichit breathed, glancing up at him, eyes sparkling. “The dude’s in love with you.”

“N—N—No he’s not!” Yuuri gasped, all but dropping his phone as he suddenly lost control of all of his motor functions at once. He somehow managed to still hold the phone in his grip, bringing it right up to his face and reading the text over and over.

“H—He’s just being nice,” he whispered, fixating on the little faces and thinking he could almost imagine Viktor making those exact expressions…

“Uh huh. Sure,” Phichit leaned away slightly, looking at Yuuri expectantly. “What are you gonna say?”

Yuuri swallowed. “I … I have to reply?” he breathed.

“Oh my god Yuuri,” Phichit slapped his hands over his eyes – a perfect rendition of a facepalm.

“I don’t … I can’t…” the thought of replying had Yuuri’s stomach doing somersaults. What would he say? He hardly ever messaged people, except the few friends he had online, but that didn’t count. They were all gamers with their own jargon and inside jokes. And most of the conversations he’d had were in group chats or Discord servers where he could stay silent most of the time.

This was different.

This was Viktor.

“Just start with ‘Thank you,’” Phichit offered, leaning back over Yuuri’s phone and watching patiently. Yuuri tried to concentrate on stopping his hands from shaking.

Thank you. Yeah. That sounded like a good idea. He typed it out slowly, careful not to put his fingers anywhere near the ‘send’ button.

“Okay…” Yuuri let out a huff of air. “Now what?”

“Compliment him back,” Phichit said quickly, gesturing to where Viktor had told Yuuri he played … beautifully. Yuuri felt his brain try and kickstart itself back into life.

He managed to punch out a few sentences, testing the waters, before settling on something simple.

>Thank you. You’re a great singer.

“Is that too much?” Yuuri whispered, reading over the words again and again. Phichit groaned beside him.

“Just stop thinking for two seconds, okay?” he said, reaching his hand out and waving it. “Give it here.”

Yuuri swallowed, clutching the phone closer to his chest. “I don’t trust you.”

“Yuuri, please, you wound me,” Phichit clutched at his chest with a mock pained expression. “I won’t send it, I promise. Just let me write it for you and you can check it afterwards.” He waved his hand again.

Yuuri had to admit that sounded like the better option. He could barely make his fingers work, let alone think about what on earth he should say. He handed the phone over slowly, giving Phichit a look.

“Don’t send anything,” Yuuri warned, and Phichit nodded seriously.

“Okay, Okay,” Phichit flexed his fingers before he gripped the phone, fingers flurrying across the screen as he typed. “Gotta come across as casual… but interested enough that he has to reply. Keep him guessing—” Yuuri shoved his shoulder and Phichit giggled.

“Okay, how about this?” Phichit flipped the phone around to show him what he’d written.

> Thank you. You’re a great singer. I’m looking forward to accompanying you again (⌒‿⌒ )

Yuuri just about passed out.

“I can’t send that. Oh my god, I can’t send that,” he buried his face in his hands, feeling his blush creep up and over his ears. Phichit was laughing like a maniac.

“Yes, you can! It’s super casual – I send texts like that all the time. Totally platonic!”

Yuuri groaned. “Yeh but you’re you. It’s just weird coming from me,” He peeked out from under his hands, wincing at the little face Phichit had added. “And I don’t use those … faces,” Yuuri pointed to the emoji with a wince. “And it’s too forward! I can’t just assume he wants to practice with me again,” Yuuri snatched the phone back, ignoring Phichit’s little cries of indignation as he hurried to delete the message.

“Yuuri no! Okay, okay. How about without the emoji?” Phichit offered, still trying to snatch the phone back as they wrestled on the couch. Yuuri sighed.

“Okay… without the emoji,” Yuuri gave in, Phichit rolling back off him as Yuuri hesitantly typed out the message again. As he read it over, his mind whirled with all the implications the words could hold – all the hidden connotations. But it actually seemed pretty good. He could hardly think of anything else to say, anyway.

He swallowed.

“Are you … sure it’s not too forward?” he asked again, breathless, glancing up at Phichit with a worried look.

“It’s fine Yuuri. Go on. Just send it,” Phichit’s eyes were sparkling again and he was leaning towards Yuuri in his excitement, glancing between him and the phone screen. Yuuri couldn’t help but laugh.

He read it again, for good measure. Making sure the punctuation was correct. Yes, he was sending it to the right number. No emojis. No exclamation marks. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, thumb hovering over the send button.

“Its not a nuclear warhead, Yuuri,” Phichit said after a while, the silence dragging out as Yuuri hesitated.

He let out a little squeak, slamming his thumb down and wincing as he felt the phone vibrate. He’d sent it.

It certainly felt like he’d just sent a nuclear warhead.

“Oh…” Phichit said in a low voice, shoving his face closer to the screen once again. Yuuri glanced down.

Viktor was already typing a response.

“I think … I think I need to go to bed,” Yuuri whispered, leaning back in the couch and letting the phone fall as he felt all of his emotions completely steamroll him. God, he was so tired.

“You can do this Yuuri,” Phichit said with an encouraging squeeze to his shoulder. “Don’t you dare take that phone away, I want to see what he says.”

The pair watched the little dots in the speech bubble bump around, indicating that Viktor was in the process of typing. Phichit looked like he was having the time of his life. Yuuri felt like he was seconds away from an aneurysm.

His phone vibrated.

> Aaaa~ Complimented by Yuuri (´ ♡ ` ) I can’t wait to practice again too! When are you free next?

Just when Yuuri thought his heart couldn’t lodge itself further up his throat, he saw Viktor was typing again. Phichit all but screamed next to him.

> And I meant to ask earlier! Have you heard Yakov’s scouting for his band? („• o •„ ) You should totally audition with me!

“Yes, Yuuri!” Phichit all but screamed. “Oh my God!” he was standing now, leaning over and shaking Yuuri’s shoulders a little too violently. Yuuri thought he could almost feel his soul leaking out of his body entirely.

“We can all audition together! Please say yes! Holy shit!”

Yuuri distantly registered that he’d dropped his phone, but couldn’t bring himself to care, rocking back and forth as Phichit shook him in his excitement.

All he could think of was throwing his phone off the balcony and never leaving his room again.

* * *

Yakov Feltsman’s Institute Band was, indisputably, the most esteemed Music School Jazz Band in the country. They’d won countless competitions, performed at nearly every worthy event, and anyone who was anyone knew that only the best of the best were granted a spot.

Yuuri had heard enough about the band – which most students just called ‘Institute Band’ – from Phichit, who was planning on auditioning this year. He’d tried in the final year of his degree but missed out in favour of another alto-sax. This year, however, so many of the students had finished their studies that Phichit was certain he’d get a chance this time around.

Up until now, Yuuri had always imagined the band was Phichit’s thing. Yuuri’s main focus in his degree was on classical piano, though he’d taken a few Jazz papers as well, and often accompanied Phichit for his recitals. But he’d never once considered auditioning for the piano position in the band, content with just being an alternate pianist for the SIM Orchestra. Besides, he hardly had time around Minako’s performances and his own studies to focus on anything else.

And yet here he was, standing in the library, printing out Jazz charts and organising a whole new folder of potential pieces.

Phichit was with him, eyeing his choices critically.

“This one should be your main piece,” Phichit said matter-of-factly, pointing to a chart named Lazy Bird. Yuuri winced when he saw the tempo.

“I still don’t know, Phichit,” he said slowly, grabbing the next stack of papers that had just printed, filing them carefully. “I’m hopeless at jazz.”

“That’s not true and you know it,” Phichit said in a sing-song voice. “Half your ideas for your composition are jazz-based. And think about it,” Phichit pointed to the charts. “Learning stuff like this is sure to impress Lilia—”

“Madame Baranovskaya,” Yuuri corrected with a smirk. Phichit rolled his eyes.

“Besides,” he continued, “It’s just an audition! You’ve got nothing to lose – if you get in, you get to hang out with me more because I’m definitely getting in this year,” Phichit mock flicked his hair and Yuuri giggled. “And if you don’t, you lose nothing and go back to doing whatever normies do when they’re not in Institute Band,” Phichit grinned wickedly.

Yuuri sighed, chewing his lower lip. Phichit had a point. There was little he could lose. If anything, at least it was an excuse to see Viktor again.

Yuuri glanced at his phone for the millionth time, checking the overhead library clock on the wall just in case. Phichit watched him.

“We’re meeting at two, right?”

Yuuri swallowed thickly. “Yeh.” Half an hour. He still had half an hour…

“Did he say anything about what to bring?”

“No, he just said we’ll …” Yuuri flicked his phone to his messages again, glancing at the latest one and wincing. “ 'Make like Louis and wing it.’ Phichit. Who’s Louis? What does that even mean?”

“Oh my God, Yuuri,” Phichit all but threw himself on the ground in disappointment. “It’s pronounced Loo-ee. And he’s only the most famous Jazz musician known to man.”

“This is a bad idea,” Yuuri groaned, leaning on the desk near the printer and clutching his chest. “I’m so out of my depth.”

“That’s why you’ve got me,” Phichit said with a wink, grabbing Yuuri’s folder and flicking through it with an appreciative nod, eventually handing it back to him.

Yuuri’s hands were shaking slightly as he took it, carefully placing it in his satchel. That familiar feeling of his mind spinning out of control was starting to take hold. Why had he agreed to this? Maybe he could still pull out – or at least come up with some excuse. He could say he was sick … or that Lilia wanted to meet with him again? No, that wouldn’t work, Viktor knew Lilia somehow, he’d surely find out, and—

“Yuuri,” he heard from somewhere. “Breathe.”

Oh yeah. Phichit. Right. He was in the library. He glanced up, realising he’d doubled over, blinking slowly as he came to. He glanced up at Phichit, trying to convey as much desperation as he could as he looked him directly in the eye.

“I can’t do this Phichit,” his voice was weak, coming out like an out of tune violin. Phichit sighed, but he creased his brow in concern, all the same, touching Yuuri’s shoulder gently. “Yes, you can, Yuuri,” Phichit said, voice soft, rubbing his shoulder. “I’ll be there with you the whole time, remember?”

Yuuri swallowed, feeling his chest grow slightly less tight at the thought. Yes. Phichit would be there. They were all going to practice together. Perhaps Phichit and Viktor would spend the whole time talking and Yuuri could just hide behind the piano…

“Come on. Let’s go get coffee on our way,” Phichit said with a small smile. “My treat.”

Yuuri laughed nervously. “You must be desperate for this if you’re sucking up to me that much.” Somehow, Yuuri found he could breathe a little better. He straightened and reached for his satchel. “But let’s split it. I know you’ve got no money after that game came out.”

Phichit shrugged with a sheepish grin. “You know me too well.”

They made their way to the café – the cashier from the other day absent, much to Yuuri’s relief – and with coffees in hand, they wandered aimlessly towards the practice studios. Yuuri glanced at his phone again – fifteen minutes to go.

Suddenly Phichit’s phone started ringing – his ringtone an 8-bit rendition of one of his favourite songs from that movie he was obsessed with – The King and the Skater. He let it ring for a while, humming along with the tune and Yuuri laughed. He answered it with a wink.

“Oh hey, I was wondering when you’d call,” he said with a glance back to Yuuri. “I can’t talk right now, but we’re still on. Yep. Mmhm. And I’ll grab it on the way out. Alright, see ya.” Yuuri watched him curiously.

“Who was that?” he asked.

“No one important. Someone asking for some of my music,” Phichit was still staring at his phone, tapping out some kind of message. But then he shoved it back into his pocket and flashed Yuuri a grin.

“Are you excited yet?”

Yuuri sighed, taking a sip of his coffee. “No. I’d still much rather be practicing on my own,” he glanced back at his phone. Thirteen minutes to go.

“Well, maybe you still can while we wait? We’re nearly there anyway,” Phichit glanced up the hallway and Yuuri looked with him. The studio they were scheduled to use was a larger one on the ground floor. They were maybe a corridor away.

“I might go to the bathroom quickly first,” Yuuri said in a small voice, familiar dread gnawing away at his stomach. He didn’t actually need to go, he just wanted some alone time to try and mentally prepare himself for what was about to happen.

Surprisingly, Phichit didn’t comment on it. “Oh sure. I’ll meet you there then?” he offered a small smile and Yuuri narrowed his eyes.

“You’re not going to tell me off…?” Yuuri questioned, and Phichit was suddenly on his phone again, taking little sips of his latte without meeting Yuuri’s eyes.

“Phichit…” Yuuri made his voice stern, watching him intently. “What are you planning?”

Phichit glanced up at him nervously, glancing away. “Nothing, Yuuri!” he said with a little laugh, eyes still fixated on some point on the wall beyond Yuuri’s head. “Sorry, I’m just distracted with this guy … person. Who wants to use my music. The one from before. Anyway, I’ll meet you there!” and suddenly he was sprinting down the hallway, leaving Yuuri alone with his suspicions.

Phichit was definitely planning something. Yuuri almost let himself get swept away with his worries – was Phichit scheming about him and Viktor? Did he have some sort of dreadful surprise waiting for him at the studio?

But then he remembered that Phichit was going to be practicing with them, and his heart rate slowed ever so slightly. He couldn’t be scheming something if he was going to be there himself. Yuuri took a deep breath, making his way to the bathrooms, setting his satchel down and running the faucet. Yuuri took his glasses off, placing them on the bench as he tried to focus.

He was about to practice with Viktor again.

They were practicing Jazz.

But, he reminded himself as the panic tried to settle in, Phichit was going to be there.

That helped.

He cupped his hands and splashed some cool water on his face, relishing the way it was almost painfully icy thanks to the weather. That helped a little too.

He could see himself in the mirror in front of him, hair a little wet, eyes slightly fearful as he stared back at himself.

He could do this.

He could do this…

* * *

Viktor still hadn’t arrived by the time Yuuri joined Phichit in the studio, and Yuuri let out a sigh of relief. Phichit was standing by the windows fiddling with something. Yuuri frowned.

“What are you doing?” and Phichit all but squeaked in surprise, spinning around quickly.

“Nothing! Just … texting,” and Yuuri felt his suspicions return. But then Phichit wandered towards him and Yuuri could see the phone in his hands. Yuuri thought for a moment. Maybe Phichit was texting someone he was interested in?

“What’s his name?” Yuuri asked with a playful smirk. Phichit frowned, and then seemed to cotton on, laughing nervously and glancing down at his feet.

“Oh, just this guy I met at a recital…” he laughed again, scuffing his feet. “He’s super cute. You’d like him.” Yuuri smiled.

“Guess we’re putting that marriage on hold after all?” he tossed back over his shoulder as he moved toward the piano, Phichit laughing again.

“Such a shame,” and he was moving towards the corner where he’d rested his sax on one of the chairs, taking it out and preparing his reeds. Yuuri filed through his folders that were tucked into his satchel, pausing over a familiar one at the back.

“Hey,” he said in a small voice, “Do you mind if I practice some stuff for my solo first?” he asked gently, taking the folder out and flipping through it. “The concert’s not for a while, but the piece is pretty tricky…”

Phichit paused with one of his reeds in his mouth, blinking for a moment. Yuuri narrowed his eyes as Phichit glanced towards the windows, then back again.

“O—Of course not!” Phichit said quickly, sucking the reed and popping it out of his mouth before working to fix it to his sax. “Go for it. I’ve got some music I need to read anyway.”

“Thanks,” Yuuri said slowly, something nagging at the back of his mind, but he squashed it. Now wasn’t the time to be freaking out over Phichit’s weirdness. He was probably just nervous about Mr. Recital. Yuuri took out the familiar piece of music and a small pencil, setting them both on the stand.

It was a rather tricky Ravel piece that one of his teachers – the SIM Orchestra conductor – had suggested he learn for their performance later that semester. Yuuri usually declined solos, but after listening to the piece he found he couldn’t say no, eventually agreeing, much to his conductor’s delight. Thankfully, it was only going to be one solo, unlike the last end of year showcase where Yuuri had had to perform three solo pieces, back to back. He’d messed up, of course. Luckily his set was just before the first years, so nobody even noticed alongside their messy renditions of Flight of the Bumblebee or Beethoven’s 5, the crowd going wild for the familiar pieces. He rolled his eyes. One day they’d scrap those sorts of pieces from the curriculum entirely. The day he didn’t have to play Flight of the Bumblebee to impress his family at CNY, or show off at a party was going to be the best day of his life.

Yuuri scanned the sheets briefly, grabbing his pencil and adding a few more notes to the margins. He was having a bit of trouble with some of the tempo changes, so he wanted to make sure he drilled them in as early as possible. Putting the pencil down, he opted to perform a few quick stretches, twisting his hands and bending his fingers back one by one. He glanced back to Phichit who already had his headphones in, mouthing his reed again and glancing over some music of his own.

Yuuri sighed, closing his eyes for a moment. He could hear the piece playing through his mind, and as he let out a steady breath, he let himself drift along with it, moving his fingers into the correct positions over the keys.

The music began.

The piece always prompted a very clear image in Yuuri’s mind. A creek and a forest. Yuuri tried to imagine the stream as he played, bubbling and swirling over rocks and moss, twisting its way through the quiet forest like honey. He let his fingers fall lightly on the keys, foot tapping on the pedals at just the right moment to let the notes linger where they should. He opened his eyes to glance at the music, registering where he was up to and taking note of the upcoming change, letting his body rock slowly as it came to the fore. His fingers flowed along the keys, the muscle memory allowing Yuuri to close his eyes and let the sounds carry him.

He made a few mistakes, but he hardly noticed them.

The piece was beautiful – intricate, challenging, surprising. There were flourishes and changes that made Yuuri’s chest swell with excitement, shifts in tempo that left Yuuri aching, deep resonant chords that had his brow creasing and his mouth opening slightly.

Something in the back of his mind registered a change in the room, but with his eyes closed and his ear so focussed on the sounds he was hearing, he could hardly bring himself to care.

A nearby flick of paper had him opening his eyes, and he glanced to the music. The paper had turned, and something told him he should be concerned about that fact, but as he registered where he was up to, he felt himself get swept away again, dipping his shoulders and leaning into the piano as the notes swelled into a crescendo.

He picked up speed, fingers dancing furiously over the keys, his right-hand cascading down as he performed the intricate scales and tremolos with ease.

He knew he was close to the end, body adjusting as he shifted his hands higher, back to where he’d begun. The last passage was similar to the first, with a softer sense of completion and finality in each note. Yuuri tried to convey what he was feeling – a bubbling stream that surged into a river, and then fell, settling itself into stillness as it bled out across an ocean.

He had his eyes closed, hair dishevelled and tickling his brow, breath coming in short gasps.

In the silence that followed, reality came crashing back to him and he flung his eyes open.

There was a pale hand with long fingers resting on the stand in front of him, an arm caging him in on one side. He followed it up, seeing it meet a broad shoulder, a slim neck, silver hair …

“Amazing,” Viktor whispered, eyes huge and shimmering in the low light of the studio, fixed on him. He was distantly aware of Phichit’s loud clapping nearby, though he suddenly found he couldn’t tear his eyes away.

“Th—Thank you…” he breathed, swallowing thickly as his mind raced to keep pace with reality.

“Perfect timing Viktor!” Phichit called loudly, causing Viktor to flick his eyes away from Yuuri’s. His face was close, and Yuuri was painfully aware of the soft sensation of warmth emanating from Viktor’s chest, which hung behind him as he leaned on the piano.

“Every prodigy needs a good page-turner,” he replied, flashing Yuuri a quick wink before straightening and moving away. Yuuri let out a long breath.

Viktor really needed to stop surprising him like that. He liked having a functioning heart.

Yuuri frowned.

What had he meant by page-turner?

Yuuri gasped, turning toward Viktor with a look of pure shock.

“You turned my pages?” he blurted out, awkwardly scooting the stool back with a loud screech as he stood. Viktor turned back, face expressionless.

“Of course,” he said, furrowing his brow. “Was I not meant to?”

“N—No!” Yuuri stammered, feeling his cheeks grow hotter and the tips of his ears burn. “I didn’t … I didn’t even notice…” he trailed off, staring at his feet in embarrassment.

Phichit laughed, slinging his sax across his shoulder and shaking his head. “That’s Yuuri for you. Always lost in the music.” Yuuri swallowed. He still couldn’t quite believe Viktor had shown up already – was still coming to terms with the fact that they were about to practice together. Again. He was grateful that Phichit was there to fill the silences, but he also really, really didn’t need him pointing out such embarrassing things to Viktor.

But Viktor was giving Yuuri a strange look. Something like … awe?

“Incredible,” he said softly. “I wish I could do that,” and his tone was genuine.

Viktor wished he could … what?

“Th—Thanks,” Yuuri mumbled, unsure how to respond. Having Viktor’s eyes on him, staring at him like that, it was…

“Shall we get started?” Phichit asked brightly, interrupting his train of thought and blowing a few notes into his sax, adjusting it on his shoulder. “What was it you said? Make like Louis and wing it?” he laughed, and Viktor turned back, laughing too.

“Did you know,” Phichit said slowly, still focussed on his instrument. “Yuuri called him ‘Lewis,’” Phichit continued, flashing Yuuri a smirk. Viktor laughed again, the sound unfairly melodic despite how it made Yuuri’s stomach drop.

“Adorable,” Viktor said, flashing Yuuri his grin again. Phichit was watching on with a teasing expression, and Yuuri suddenly felt like he could have strangled him right then and there. He made eyes at him to try and get him to stop, only making Phichit’s grin wider.

“I wasn’t too sure where to start, or what piece we should even do for the audition, so I figured we could improv a bit?” Viktor said after a beat, reaching into his pockets and pulling out his phone. He tapped the screen for a moment before settling on whatever he was looking for, flashing the screen to Phichit.

“Oh, yes,” Phichit’s voice grew higher in excitement “I love this song,” and Phichit was pretty much bouncing on his feet. “And it has parts for all of us! It’s perfect.”

“Mhm, that’s what I was thinking,” Viktor walked back towards the piano, flashing Yuuri the screen. The little poodle charm was still there, twinkling in the light.

Yuuri looked at the screen where Viktor had opened Spotify. At the centre was a big, eye-catching album, a chromatic hexagonal colour wheel on a white background that looked vaguely familiar, though Yuuri couldn’t quite place it.

“I … Belong to You?” Yuuri asked with a quizzical brow as he read the title. Phichit snickered in the distance and Yuuri shot him a warning look. Viktor made a strange noise at the back of his throat.

“Y--Yeah. It’s one of my favourites,” Viktor said, voice sounding a little strangled. “It’s quite a simple song, but maybe we could spice it up a bit?” he seemed to be looking at Yuuri expectantly.

Was he … asking for permission?

Yuuri swallowed, adjusting his glasses and nodding. “Sure thing,” he said quietly.

“Okay!” Viktor’s shoulders relaxed. “I brought the music with me,” he started walking over to the chairs, rummaging through a rather expensive looking bag, producing a very shiny looking folder and waving it proudly. Yuuri couldn’t help but smile.

“You actually took care of your sheet music this time? I’m impressed.”

Viktor laughed again, grinning and rubbing the back of his neck. “I couldn’t bring myself to let you down a second time.” Yuuri could see Phichit making faces out of the corner of his eye, and he resisted the urge to pull the finger, smiling back at Viktor.

He realised, after a moment, that that familiar sense of ease had returned. Of coming home.

It was … nice.

Clearing his throat, Yuuri glanced back to Viktor’s phone. “I have a speaker if you want to play it for us?” Yuuri offered, making his way to his own bag where his Bluetooth speaker was tucked into one of the pockets.

“Oh, sure,” Viktor said eagerly, flicking through his phone. “It has two parts – the more poppy beginning and ending, with lots of fun piano and a sax solo,” he glanced to Phichit who gave him a knowing nod. “And then there’s an adorable French Operatic solo in the middle. With piano. It would be better with drums, but maybe I could ask Otabek to help…” Viktor trailed off as he focussed on his phone, Yuuri setting the speaker on the windowsill. He noticed something tucked under the curtains out of the corner of his eye, almost reaching to check what it was before a loud crashing noise had him turning around.

“Shit, my bad,” Phichit said with a nervous laugh, reaching for his music stand that was sprawled on the floor. Yuuri laughed, snapping his fingers in Phichit’s direction.

“Earth to Phichit. Stop thinking about Mr. Recital,” and he laughed as Phichit looked up at him with an annoyed expression.

“Hey, I’m the one who teases in our relationship, thank you very much,” he shot back, though he was grinning in response. Viktor made another one of those strange noises at the back of his throat and Yuuri glanced back towards him. He seemed to be eyeing Phichit warily, brow creased. Like he was trying to figure something out. Like something was upsetting him.

“L—Let’s hear it then,” Yuuri said quickly, finding he wanted to distract Viktor from whatever thoughts were making his face do that. It didn’t seem natural. He didn’t like it.

Viktor snapped back to reality, beaming with another smile that simultaneously made Yuuri feel relieved and overwhelmingly excited. He took in a sharp breath, gesturing that the speaker was ready for Viktor to use.

The song was catchy. While it played, Viktor handed both of them their charts, and as Yuuri glanced over them, he was sure he’d heard the song somewhere before. When the saxophone solo came in close to the end, his brain managed to put two and two together.

“Oh, this one,” he said, glancing and smiling at Phichit.

“Yeah, remember that concert?” Phichit was laughing now, “Oh god, I don’t want to think about it. I was such a fanboy.”

“I remember,” Yuuri said with a little laugh. “You even wore the shirt. That’s why the album was familiar.”

The song came to a close, Yuuri distantly aware of Viktor’s eyes on him as it did so. He glanced back, blush creeping across his cheeks as he noticed how intently Viktor was staring after him. Was he gauging his reaction? Surely not. Surely he knew that whatever song he chose, Yuuri would be more than happy to play. Would probably be adding to his playlist after practice and listening to on repeat for the next month. At least.

“Is it okay?” Viktor asked, brow slightly creased.

“Yeah,” Yuuri said, a little too quickly. “It’s beautiful. And it’ll sound much better if you sing it, I’m sure,” he smiled, turning away and glancing to Phichit who was giving him a discreet thumbs up. Yuuri rolled his eyes. Viktor cleared his throat.

“Since we’re meant to be showcasing our jazz talent, we should probably improv some of it, right?” Phichit offered, testing his keys and flicking through the charts that Viktor had given him on his music stand. “The sax solo is great, but I can do a bit better than that,” he smirked. “And Yuuri can definitely do better than Matt Bellamy, no matter how godlike he is.”

Yuuri ducked his head, though he had to agree. The piano was great – fun to listen to with just the right number of flourishes – but Yuuri knew he could do more. He was already mapping out a few ideas in his mind, going over some of the glissandos and calculating whether he could add a few tremolos…

“Definitely,” Viktor replied levelly, his face oddly serious, one finger tapping on his lips in a curious gesture that Yuuri hadn’t seen before. It was quite difficult to stop himself from staring...

“Let’s give it a try and …see where we can go from there?” Viktor offered, reaching for his own music stand and moving to set it up on the other side of the piano.

They ended up talking for a while about the different passages, Yuuri suggesting Phichit play along for most of the song instead of waiting for his solo, Viktor suggesting a few extra bars for a jazz piano solo in the middle of the Operatic part. Phichit suggesting they form their own Muse inspired band, everyone laughing.

Eventually, with a few pencil notes scrawled in the margins, Yuuri had a rough idea of what to play. He tested a few bars while Viktor warmed up, offering some scales and chords every now and then which Viktor seemed to appreciate.

Their first run through was a bit of a mess, though Phichit eased the tension immeasurably. Yuuri was sure he would have run out the door by now if Phichit wasn’t there to laugh or swear or offer some sort of joke every time one of them made a mistake. And somehow, since all three of them were coming at the piece so fresh, their slip-ups soon turned into new ideas. Viktor even missed a few cues, much to Yuuri’s shock and Phichit’s delight.

After running over the song for the better part of an hour, Yuuri could hear that something was still missing. Their own parts sounded amazing – Viktor’s solo in particular, though Yuuri was a little biased. But even once they’d worked in a few “spicy parts” as Phichit had taken to calling them, there was still that essential sense of grandeur lacking. They’d listened to the song over and over, pausing and rewinding little pieces, trying to come at it from a different angle or change the tempo slightly.

Phichit suddenly stopped them a few bars before Viktor’s solo, letting his sax fall and grabbing their attention with a whistle.

“Bass and drums,” he said levelly once they’d stopped playing, rubbing his chin as he thought. “That’s what we need.”

Viktor nodded solemnly. “You’re both playing wonderfully, but we’re missing that classic Muse sound.” He suddenly flicked out his phone, tapping it for a moment and then pressing it to his ear.

“Hello? Yeah, what are you up to right now?” Viktor started pacing the room, Yuuri and Phichit watching as he spoke with someone animatedly. He seemed to be trying to convince whoever it was to come and drum for them.

“Yeah, it’s a Muse song. Yeah, exactly. Piano, Sax, and me singing. Uh huh. Oh…” Viktor suddenly looked very thoughtful. “I hadn’t thought of that. Good idea. Okay, I’ll see you soon,” and he tapped his phone again, hanging up.

“I’ve got a friend who’s an excellent drummer,” he explained, giving Yuuri a small smile. “He’s actually already in the Institute Band, but he said he’d be happy to help us. And I might…” Viktor turned his attention to his phone again. “I might have an idea for a bassist…”

Viktor seemed to be sending a text instead of calling, turning back to them after a moment with a smile. “He said he’ll come! Though, apparently, I owe him now,” he shrugged, tossing his phone back onto his coat and moving back near the piano, flicking through his music that he’d set up on a stand. Yuuri wondered distantly what kind of people he’d found – if they were Viktor’s friends, they were sure to be professionals. Yuuri wasn’t too sure how he felt about having more people in the room…

“We might have to meet them at a different studio though. We’ll need a kit,” Viktor said slowly, putting his finger up to his lips again in that same gesture that entranced Yuuri so thoroughly. Part of him wanted Viktor to stop since whenever he did it, all Yuuri could think of was how soft Viktor’s lips looked and it was ridiculously distracting…

Another secret part of him wanted to watch him do it forever.

“When are they coming?” Phichit asked casually, blowing into his sax and cleaning it out, spit splashing onto the floor. Yuuri winced. As much as he loved the sound of woodwind, he was glad he’d chosen an instrument that was a little bit nicer to clean and didn’t involve any body fluids.

“Next 20 minutes or so I’d imagine,” Viktor said slowly, finger still on his lip. “Let’s take a break maybe? I’ll sort us a studio,” and his phone was out again, fingers dancing across the screen. Yuuri swallowed.

“A-Are you sure it’s ok? Won’t you have to pay…?” his voice was small. Something about the thought of suddenly changing all their plans and meeting two new people had him on edge. Viktor turned and flashed him a brilliant smile.

“It’s no trouble,” he said, swiping his thumb across the phone screen and placing it back in his pocket. “Yakov owes me anyway.”

Yuuri blanched. Yakov owed him. The Yakov? After the last hour of easy banter between the three of them, it suddenly came rushing back to Yuuri that Viktor was pretty much a celebrity. The concept of Yakov owing anyone anything might seem strange to normies like him and Phichit, but he supposed for Viktor, it was probably normal. Probably normal for them to go and get coffee, too. Like old buddies.

It was suddenly quite difficult to breathe.

Phichit let out a low whistle. “What I wouldn’t give to have the Yakov Feltsman owe me a favour,” he said with a laugh, moving to pack up his gear. “Must be nice.”

Viktor laughed at that, glancing at Yuuri with a strange expression that was gone as quickly as it had come. Yuuri frowned.

“It’s okay,” he answered. “He’s actually a total softie, once you get to know him,” and Viktor said it so casually that Yuuri just about choked on his own tongue.

Phichit let out a strangled noise before doubling over in laughter. “Oh, God, that’s an image,” he wiped at his eyes. “What, is he like … a bear? But a Yogi Bear?” he snorted and Yuuri tried to cover up his own little giggle at the image.

“Oh, Yakov’s a twink, for sure,” Viktor said, face serious, moving to pack up his own gear as if he hadn’t just said the most ridiculous sentence known to man. Phichit and Yuuri both froze, glancing to each other, then back to Viktor.

“Didn’t you guys know?” Viktor said again, glancing up at them. But Yuuri could see a tell-tale smirk twitching on his lips, and suddenly all three of them were laughing like school kids, Yuuri having to wipe at the tears suddenly forming in the corners of his eyes.

“Oh my God, please, don’t make us imagine it,” Phichit was gasping for air, rolling around on one of the chairs. Viktor seemed pleased with himself, turning to Yuuri with a dazzling grin. His phone buzzed in his pocket, and Viktor grabbed it quickly, smiling and giving the two of them a thumbs up.

“The favour’s been cashed in, we’ve got a studio,” Viktor said gleefully. “Let’s go, Yuri’s on his way now.”

Yuuri frowned. “I’m right here…” he said softly. Viktor glanced back at him.

“Oh, no, the other Yuri,” he explained.

“The worse one,” he added with a wink.

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