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buriedinbronze · 1 year
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we love ourselves parallels 
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rillette · 1 year
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wishing you a lovely nights rest *presses a soft kiss to your forehead*
Thank yew ^_^ <3 <3
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halfhardharrington · 1 year
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I WANT THAT TWINK OBLITERATED
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nebulablakemurphy · 11 months
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Moves & Countermoves (Part 11)
Prologue | One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine | Ten
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Eight weeks.
It’s been eight weeks since the tour. Y/N grows more anxious with each passing day, waking from terrible nightmares alone. She finds Haymitch sitting on the couch, with a bottle in hand.
“You need to sleep,” he says after a long moment.
“I can’t,” she argues.
“Come here.” Haymitch waits until she is settled, with her head in his lap, before throwing the blanket over her. “Close your eyes.”
She nuzzles against his thigh, utterly exhausted but unwilling to return to the horror of her dreams.
In truth, that’s why he’s forsaken the warmth of their bed for the couch. They’re coming up on a Quarter Quell…and anything can happen in a Quarter Quell. He knows that better than anyone, after being reaped with double the tributes.
He peeks down. Her eyes are closed; breathing too fast, her muscles rigid. “You’re safe.” Haymitch murmurs, “it’s just you and me.” These whispers continue until she snores lightly.
He wakes with a hand still twined in hers and a kink in his neck, from sleeping upright.
Y/N doesn’t stir as he stretches and yawns to the patter of little feet on the second floor. Haymitch stumbles into the kitchen, flipping on the burner to start breakfast.
“Honk.”
He turns with the spatula in hand. Surely he is dreaming, or perhaps the years have slowly driven him insane. But he knows for certain that damn goose is not in his house, again. And if it were, it sure as hell wouldn’t have the audacity to honk at him.
“Get,” Haymitch warns, shooing the beast out through the back door. It wails at him all the while, rousing Y/N.
She rubs her eyes, trying to make sense of the scene. “Louie?”
“Honk.”
“Don’t say his name.” Haymitch grunts, closing the door harshly behind the animal.
Y/N laughs, “how’d he get in here?”
“I had the sliding door open for some fresh air.”
“Smells good,” she takes another whiff.
“I made breakfast.”
“Thank you,” she forces herself from the cushions. Brushing past her husband toward the bathroom.
Haymitch is in a better mood when she returns. Everest and Arista are seated at the island, scarfing down pancakes as Haymitch fills them in on the goose fiasco.
“I turn around and he’s standing there.” Haymitch points to the exact spot.
Arista gasps, resorting to his full name, “Louis.”
“Had to chase him out with the spatula.”
Everest chuckles, around a forkful of eggs.
“You didn’t hit him, right Daddy?” Arista looks up with those big eyes, the same color as Y/N’s.
“No,” Haymitch sighs, “I didn’t hit him.”
Y/N comes to collect her plate, standing beside Haymitch, opposite the kids.
“You can sit down.” He smirks, watching her take the first bite.
“I’m ok,” she bumps his hip with her own. They are fuller now, at seven months pregnant. “I’ll just hang out here with you.”
“Don’t threaten me with a good time.” Stay with me forever.
“Hey mom,” Everest calls her attention.
“Hmm?”
“Do you think we can plant some of the seeds Peeta gave me?”
The geese have done a number on their garden.
“Yeah, we can do that.” Y/N agrees, wanting to soak up as much time with them as she can before the baby.
They haven’t talked much about names. Even the crib resides in one of the spare rooms, untouched, unprepared.
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“Oh, Katniss.” Octavia, of her prep team, has tears in her eyes at the sight. “You look beautiful.”
The Capitol has chosen this dress; the dress. The one she’ll be married in, though it needs quite a bit of alteration.
“Is that my dress?” Y/N chokes out. She thought it might be strung up in a museum somewhere, immortalized as one of Snow’s trophies, or sold to the highest bidder. She thought she’d never see it again; not now. Not on Katniss.
Katniss opens her mouth to speak. Though it isn’t her choice, she feels sick.
“She can’t wear this dress.”
“It’s what the people chose, dear. Because you’re a family,” Flavius explains. “Don’t you want Katniss to feel the way you did on your special day? We can always alter it again to fit your daughter, when the time comes.”
“No,” Y/N breathes, this can’t be happening, “no, where’s Cinna?”
“I’m here.” He emerges from the hall, scraps of ivory fabric draped over one shoulder.
“I need to talk to you, please.” Y/N is visibly shaking as Cinna follows her to the sitting room, closing the glass door so Katniss has no chance of overhearing. But she can still see them.
Her mentor’s frantic explanation, Cinna’s steadying hand at her shoulder as he listens. Gaze changing quickly from sadness to anger, mirroring Y/N’s. Cinna nods, one final time before Y/N squeezes his upper arm in parting.
“We’re going to make some changes.” The stylist says upon his return.
“Y/N,” Katniss calls from the pedestal, unable to go after her. “Wait.”
“I’ll be back.”
“I’m sorry.” Katniss apologies, for whatever she’s done.
“No, don’t be. It’s-” Y/N breaks off, “nothing. I just need to see Haymitch.” She rushes out before Katniss can get a word in.
Cinna begins sketching out a few new additions, taking away the old, making it new.
“Is there something wrong with this dress?” She asks, itching to remove it.
Cinna shakes his head, even he has trouble looking at her in it now that he knows. “Nothing we can’t fix.”
Katniss recounts the events to Peeta later that night, he doesn’t fully understand either.
“It’s like she was afraid of the dress…or what would happen to me while I was in it.” Katniss looks down at her hands. “Maybe something happened to her.”
Peeta swallows hard, the more they learn about the Capitol, the more reason he has to believe… “I think a lot of things happened to her.”
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Commander Thread arrives within the week. Tearing through the hob, taking away what little they have and screwing down a big metal whipping post in the square.
The chaos is not missed by the inhabitants of victor’s village, Katniss least of all. Pushing her way through the crowd to find the source of the tortured screams echoing out into the streets.
Interrupting Gale’s punishment earns her a black eye, with a gash underneath and one lash to the outside of her thigh, on the eve of the big wedding. When she stands again, she is faced with the barrel of Thread’s gun.
The first person to rise to her aid is the last person who should be standing between Katniss and a bullet. Shoving Katniss behind her with one arm, the other held protective over her growing child. Explaining who she is and talking him down. Thread recognizes her, Katniss too after a moment; if he kills them it will be his head on the chopping block.
Haymitch is fuming when he finds them there. Furious with both Y/N and Katniss for putting themselves in harm’s way. Peeta arrives on scene, another person for Haymitch to shove behind him without a second thought.
“You sure Snow wants four dead victors? Because that’s what we’re looking at here.” Haymitch reasons, holding both hands in the air. “It’s bad enough that you marked up Katniss’ face on the eve of the big wedding. My wife is carrying the most eagerly anticipated baby in Panem, all this stress isn’t good. Let it go…and we will too.”
“Fine,” the commander licks his lips, “but next time it’s the firing squad.”
“Excellent idea.”
The flogging is broadcast to the nation on a five second delay, cutting out just after Katniss jumps in.
No one sees past that point except the president. Again, the victors of district twelve have proven themselves to be a united front. A family of agitators beyond reason, who consider themselves above the law. Snow knows exactly what he must do and Plutarch already has a plan.
“It’s what we gamemakers like to call a wrinkle.”
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“Ladies and gentlemen, this is the seventy-fifth year of the Hunger Games.”
Everest and Arista are off playing with Madge and Y/N’s parents, leaving the eldest victors of district twelve to sit silently in front of the projector.
“It was written in the charter of the games, that every twenty-five years there would be a Quarter Quell, to keep fresh for each new generation the memory of those who died in the uprising against the Capitol. Each Quarter Quell is marked by games of a special significance.”
Y/N skates her thumb over Haymitch’s knuckles hoping to comfort him.
“On this the seventy-fifth anniversary of our defeat of the rebellion, we celebrate the third Quarter Quell.” Snow pulls the card free from its envelope. “As a reminder that even the strongest cannot overcome the power of the Capitol, the male and female tributes are to be reaped from the existing pool of victors in each district.”
“What?” Y/N leans forward, surely she misunderstood.
Haymitch grips his glass with enough force to shatter it, broken shards falling to the floor. He is bleeding, but he can’t feel it. The anger, the fear, the rage swallows the initial bite of pain.
“The victors will present themselves on reaping day; regardless of age, situation, or state of health.”
Y/N examines his wounds, scarlet pooling across his palm and fingers.
“Leave it, angel.” Haymitch warns, needing it to tether him to reality. Proof that this is more than a nightmare.
“I need to check on Peeta and Katniss.” Y/N remembers, pushing past the clouded lens of her own mind. “Let me take care of you before I go.”
“I need you to leave it.” He says a second time.
“Ok- I,” there are no words. Not as she stands, or presses her lips to the crown of his head and leaves. Instead she focuses on her steps, one foot in front of the other.
Haymitch stays there, unmoving, allowing his blood to stain the pristine fabric of the couch’s armrest. The front door creaks open, enough to startle him to action, he doesn’t want his children to see. Instead he tosses the throw blanket over the evidence.
“Where’s Y/N?” Katniss demands, identifying herself as the intruder.
“Ah, it’s just you.” Haymitch whips the fabric off, using it to gather the broken glass. “Take a seat.”
“We have to save them.”
“Finally done the math, have you?” Haymitch muses.
Promises are easier to make than keep. Asking for Peeta and Y/N to live is essentially asking each other to die. That’s not something that Haymitch can bring himself to do. But he does agree to volunteer for Peeta; with a sneaking suspicion that Katniss will do the same when it comes down to it.
Y/N is good, kind and selfless. Katniss has known it from the day they trained together, on the mat of the tribute center, what feels like a lifetime ago. The same way Peeta is good, willing to stand by her, comfort and protect her, at his own expense.
“Haymitch!” The sound of it is awful, wretched from Y/N’s throat.
“What’s the matter?” Haymitch stands immediately, as does Katniss, rushing toward the entryway.
“I went to check on Peeta,” Y/N flies into his arms, closed eyes shining with tears.
“You’re ok,” Haymitch murmurs, smoothing down her hair.
“But I couldn’t find,” Y/N opens her eyes to find the very person she’s been losing her mind over. “Katniss.”
Haymitch releases her. Relieved that the cause of her anguish is nothing more than a misunderstanding.
“Katniss.”
Katniss embraces her, holding fast, like it might save her, like it might change anything. In Katniss’ mind there was always some understanding, that Peeta is to Y/N as she is to Haymitch.
They fit together crudely, like an ill crafted puzzle. Even still, Katniss can no longer deny that Y/N loves her just as fiercely. No different than her own child. “Sorry I scared you. I just had to get out of there.” My mom’s screams…Prim’s questions.
“It’s ok,” Y/N pulls back to look at her. Stroking her thumbs over the blotchy apples of her victor’s cheeks. “We don’t know who they’re gonna pick.”
Katniss nods, allowing Y/N to fuss about her. Needing it just as badly, though she would never ask.
“But we know all of the victors and depending upon the reaping, I have some ideas for potential strategies and alliances-”
“You know it’s me.” Katniss says finally, voice breaking over the last word. “If the only choice is you or me in that arena, I’m the one Snow wants dead.”
“We don’t know that, sweetheart.” Haymitch scrubs his unmarred hand over his face.
“And he’d prefer you dead over Peeta.” Katniss points out, not in the mood to sugarcoat.
“You’re right,” Haymitch admits. “We know the bowls are rigged, but we don’t know how. If they want entertainment and shock value, it’s gonna be us together.” He flicks a finger between himself and Y/N. “Or you and Peeta together. We’re all star crossed lovers now and I promise you, we won’t be the only ones. It’ll be lovers, siblings, friends. If Snow’s doing it to punish us.” Now the finger is pointed at Katniss. “He’s sending in Y/N and Peeta. If it’s simply to eliminate their problems, that’d be you and me, kid. And we won’t have any idea what their angle is until reaping day.”
Part 12
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bloodsbane · 6 months
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watching someone react to monster house for the first time, and his commentary is making me extra aware of the fact that there just aren't ANY bystanders in this movie. which ive never really minded or even noticed much before bc like, im very generous w my suspension of disbelief; of course half the shit that happens in the movie (even before the climax) would be hella obvious to anyone else in the immediate vicinity. the fact that the climax happens on HALLOWEEN NIGHT and we don't see ANYONE ELSE during the scene, not even for brief reaction shots, is so unbelievable it should rip you right out of the movie
and im sure for plenty of people it does, especially once it's pointed out. in the past i've always been content to hand-wave it as 'look, the movie just doesn't work without overlooking the logistics, so let's just have fun with it.' but for the first time im wondering if it was a budget thing??? because it's just SO conspicuous. like i said, we don't even get any wayward reaction shots; there are like 5 or 6 character models that aren't named/speaking roles.
i guess i always though the movie looks fairly good and has really... idk how to describe it, maybe like rotoscope? lifelike animation? the way characters move and gesture is very distinct. i guess i just never considered the idea that the cost of having it look the way it does might be that they could only properly create like 12 characters... lol...
that's just speculation though. maybe it was more purposeful than that; i'd fully accept if they were like FUCK IT, this movie is not about realism. it's a house that fucking hates you. it has a uvula. it goes honk shoo mimimi what the fuck else do you need
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wizardshark · 5 months
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What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Sleepy Seals, and I've been involved in numerous secret naps with Al-Quaeda, and I have over 300 confirmed honk shoos. I am trained in gorilla cuddling and I'm the top snorer in the entire US sleep forces. You are nothing to me but just another pillow. I will cover you the fuck up with blankets the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of plushies across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare with some warm milk, maggot. The warm milk that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call being awake. You're fucking asleep, kid. I can sleep anywhere, anytime, and I can lull you to sleep you in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed nappies, but I have access to the entire bed time of the United States Sleep Corps and I will use it to its full extent to tuck your miserable ass into bed, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little "clever" comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will place plushies all over you and you will drown in them. You're fucking tired. kiddo.
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icy-gendango · 6 months
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hear me out. The best feeling in the world besides Taking a shower with fluffy socks on, (silence, it feels nice. I know I'm a psychopath.) Is the feeling of shutting your eyes when your ready to actually pass out. There is nothing more satisfying.
OK. Imabout to honk shoo mimimiimimiimimimimi as we speak. I am so exhausted. I'm gonna ignore the soggy socks thing tho, you heathen. I've got a bath mat, and that's good enough for me.
Silly goose
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lyokotyper95 · 1 year
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Code Lyoko: Odd and A Stray
This is an idea I had for a code lyoko episode. Just something I wrote up for fun. Might continue/edit might not. Yolo
Odd and Ulrich walk side by side down the block. The streets are filled with people walking about, chatting idly, and cars honking. Odd pats his stomach
“I’m glad we were able to grab a bite! As much as I love Rosa’s cooking, it can get boring having the same old food”
“Your only saying that because we now have to eat salmon and Brussel sprouts”
“My body was craving for something fried and battered! That hamburger sure came in handy”
“It was ok. The fries really hit the spot”
“They were alright. Though that special ketchup sauce made it all the better”
The two stopped at the end of the block. The streetlight turned red. Cars drove up and down the street. As they’re standing, Odd feels something brush against his leg
“Hey! Your on top of me!”
“What? I’m not even standing close to you”
“Huh? Then if that’s not you then-“
Odd looks down. He sees a grey cat brushing against his leg
“What the? Hey! Stop that!”
The cat continues to brush against Odd, purring softly
“Aw. It likes you”
“Well, I don’t like it! I’m a dog person!”
“Says the guy who’s a cat on Lyoko!”
“That doesn’t matter! Besides, cats are just weird”
The light changed to white. People started to walk across the street
“Maybe if we move fast enough it’ll stop”
Ulrich shrugged
“If you say so”
The two walked briskly across the street. The cat arched its paw towards Odd, only to bring it back and sit. It stares at Odd only to follow him across the street
Part 2:
Yumi, Jeremy, and Aelita are standing by the soda machines. Jeremy checks his wristwatch
“What’s taking them so long? We have classes in 10 minutes!”
“They’re probably taking their time. Its fun being in town” said Yumi
“And they have a lot of nice restaurants. Knowing Odd he’s gorging himself on food!” said Aelita
“Well, they need to hurry up. We have a math exam”
“Look! They’re coming!” says Yumi
Odd and Ulrich walk up to them
“Hey guys. Hope we didn’t make you wait too long”
Jeremy pointed to his watch
“We would have been late for the math exam!”
“Um, since when is Einstein, all worked up over an exam?” asked Odd
“He’s just a little upset because he got a lower score than Herb last exam”
“No way. Is that true Jeremy?” asked Ulrich
Jeremy sighed
“Unfortunately. And by one point too. I made sure to study harder so hopefully I’ll do better”
“We know you will. You’ve got this” said Yumi
“Yeah. We believe in you buddy” said Ulrich
“Thanks guys. I’m gonna try not to get so worked up”
“Speaking of worked up, you guys won’t believe what worked me up back in town!”
“What happened?” asked Aelita
“Odd attracted a stray cat. It was brushing against his leg and purring while we waited by the crosswalk” said Ulrich
“No way!” exclaimed Yumi
“Yeah. It had no right bothering me! I just don’t know why it was so attached to me!”
“They say animals can sense auras. Maybe it liked something about you” said Jeremy
“Do you actually believe that?” asked Aelita
“No. But it’s a popular theory” said Jeremy
“Theory or not, I’m just glad I don’t have to see that cat again”
“Mrowr”
Everyone turned towards the meow. The same gray cay was sitting beside them
“You’ve gotta be kidding me!” said Odd
“I can’t believe it followed us all the way from town” said Ulrich
Aelita kneeled down. She patted the cats head
“It seems friendly”
“Well I just don’t want it around me. Besides, if someone finds out it could get me in trouble”
“Not if you take care of it”s says Yumi
“I can’t do that! And Kiwi would hate it!”
“How do you know? Kiwi might like having a companion” said Jeremy
“Out of the question!”
The bell for classes ring
“Looks like its time for class” said Jeremy
“We’d better go. We can’t be late for the exam” said Aelita
“I have English. I’ll catch you guys later” said Yumi, who leaves
“Guess we outta go. Odd?” said Ulrich
Odd stared at the cat
“If someone finds the cat, they’ll shoo it away”
“But I thought you didn’t care about it?” said Ulrich
“Right! I don’t. Well, let’s go”
Odd walked with the others to math class. The cat stretched and laid down by the soda machines
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bloodfreakcastiel · 8 months
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ice blue ❄️❤️‍🩹
omg im going honk shoo as we speak 🥰
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harryfeatgaga · 9 months
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On the same day?😭 https://www.instagram.com/p/Ct4_a0gIVjX/?igshid=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==
HE POSTED AND IS NOW HONK SHOOING AS WE SPEAK
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bigboobiebf · 1 year
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honk honk shooing as we speak
we're having a sleepover snork mimimi
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dynyamight · 3 years
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Ok, something just popped into my head.
MHA band au, with Deku as lead singer, Bakugo on the electric guitar, Mina on drums, and Tsu playing an electric keyboard, performing 'You Give Love a Bad Name' by Bon Jovi
ooooo, an interesting band group, anon!! i love it
Chugging down his water bottle, Midoriya smiles against the lid, allowing himself to catch his breath and bathe in his confidence.
Their gig back at the local bar is approaching, but the entire band has been practicing every chance they could get. And, instead of his usual nerves, flooding him with doubt, Midoriya was feeling absolutely ready for their performance.
Bon Jovi. Not a common artist to cover. But, his songs are a collective favorite among the group, leaving every member happy and satisfied.
And, it’s evident in the energy that flowed in between them, during practice. Midoriya had sung possibly his best tonight, as he had been completely absorbed by the music his band members helped to create. So effortlessly. Filled with contagious energy.
The cool water calms his rapid heart, thrumming in his chest excitedly. The gig starts up on Saturday, but he wants to already perform in front of the crowd. Now.
Unfortunately, a hard smack on his back causes him to spit it all out.
Some of the water had gone down the wrong pipe. Coughing, Midoriya squeezes his eyes, slamming a hard fist to his chest. The bottle in his hands, gone.
“You never fail to blow me away!” Ashido giggles aloud, behind him, “Who ever would have thought your voice could ever go that high! Surely, not me! And, I hear you sing every day.”
“M-Mina, be careful.” Tsuyu croaks weakly. When Midoriya opens his eyes, albeit watery, he sees Tsuyu approaching him. She puts her hands on his shoulders. “Are you okay, Izu-chan?”
Midoriya isn't. This throat is itching for another cough. But, instead, he smiles. “Y-Yeah, I’m good.” He admits.
Well, he tries to admit. Not even a second after, Midoriya has to pull away, coughing into his elbow. His throat was burning, aching to be cleared.
He feels a water bottle shoved into his hand. “Drink.”
Without thinking, Midoriya brings the bottle to his lips, graciously uncapped. He drinks it, washing and alleviating the bothersome sensation away. He allows his vision to cloud, instead focusing on the relief.
“Bakugou to the rescue!” Ashido cheers. “Hurray, Hurray!”
“Shut it. You could’ve ruined his vocals.”
“Aww, but at least you were here to fix that!”
“That’s not the fucking point!”
Bringing down the bottle, Midoriya lifts his gaze over to his bandmates. While Ashido remained beside him, twisting her drumsticks around playfully, both Tsuyu and Bakugou stood in front of her, deadpanned.
“See!” Ashido gestures towards Midoriya, arms spread out. Her drumsticks shake around him. “He’s alive! Totally, and completely ready for Saturday night.”
“Izu-chan needs to rest his voice.” Tsuyu states, bringing her hands up to the jingling drumsticks. She pushes them away from Midoriya. “Something like a coughing fit could have an effect on his voice, with the gig being so close.”
“And, if we get shitted on, it’s your fucking fault!” Bakugou spats, visibly tightening his grip on his guitar. Some of the strings play, echoing from the speakers.
“You two need to chill out.” Ashido laughs, brushing off the concern. She pokes Midoriya on the side, with a stick “He’s still going to make the whole crowd go wild, right?”
Midoriya nods, softly offering her a feeble smile. “Well, I hope so.”
“Oh, I know so.” Ashido confirms outright. She starts walking back to her drumset, picking up her sling bag, off the ground. “Hey, Bakugou. I have my night shift at the gas station tonight. Can I leave my drums-?”
“You already know I’m going to say yes.” Bakugou interrupts, his gaze on readjusting his shoulder strap. “So, why bother asking? It’s annoying.”
“I ask, because it’s courtesy.” Ashido giggles, carrying her bag. She waves them off. “C’mon Tsuyu! Let’s go!”
As she skips out, slipping out under the slightly ajared garage door, Tsuyu hurries back to her keyboard. Clicking some buttons off, she lifts her head up to Bakugou. “Can I-?”
“Just go.” Bakugou waves her off. “It ain’t like I steal shit from you extras.”
Nodding, Tsuyu grabs onto her own bag. “Tomorrow, same time?”
Midoriya nods. “If you guys can, of course.”
“Of course, we can.” Tsuyu smiles, a twinkle in her eyes. “Just say the word, and we’ll find a way.”
Before Midoriya could say any more, a loud honk screams outside, jolting shock to everyone. The honk persists, beeping a few more times, before it quiets finally.
Bakugou growls. “She’s going to have my neighborhood hate me.”
As Tsuyu runs out, ducking under the garage door, Midoriya turns to face Bakugou. He can already feel himself grinning. “I thought you said they already hate you.”
Scoffing, Bakugou walks away, heading over and crouching down to switch off the speaker boxes. It’s audible, by the white noise suddenly cutting out. “Yeah, and they are going to hate me more, after her shit. Hell, might get my parents fucking evicted.”
Midoriya shrugs, putting his hands in his pockets. “We could always just find a new place. You and I-”
“If you’re gonna suggest us living together, one more time,” Bakugou starts, back facing Midoriya, “I’m going to slam this guitar in your dumb face.”
Immediately, Midoriya pouts. “Why not? Auntie wants you out of the house, and I want you. It’s an easy trade off.”
There’s a silence between them after that, with only the sounds of clicking and shuffling on Bakugou’s end.
But, thankfully, Bakugou speaks. “..Because, then, we won’t focus on our music.” He mutters, still tinkering with the speakers. He places his guitar on top of the biggest one.
Though, Midoriya has a feeling that he’s just trying to avoid making eye contact. Instead, he walks over to Bakugou, crouching down to his level. “Why wouldn’t we?”
Looking up, Bakugou meets Midoriya’s gaze, stern and firm. Nevertheless, Midoriya watches as those pupils dilate, and the stubborn glare waver.
He inches close, noses brushing. Midoriya leans, hoping to reach.
Bakugou clicks his tongue, shoving him off balance. As Midoriya struggles to stay on his feet, arms flailing, Bakugou stands up. “That’s why we ain’t moving together. Get your head out of the dumb clouds, and focus on the record label.”
Defeated, Midoriya allows himself to fall on the ground, concrete cool against his elbows and jeans. “Just one kiss, Kacchan. That’s all I’m asking here.”
“Yeah, one kiss, and you’ll become fucking obsessed.” Bakugou mocks, “And, right now, the only thing you need to be obsessed about is the band.” He walks over to the wall, clicking on a button.
Automatically, the garage door opens wider, lifting completely. Midoriya watches as the neighborhood becomes more visible, with the street lamps lighting up the dark night.
“You should head out.”
Sighing, Midoriya picks himself up. He brushes off the dust on the back of his jeans, before trudging to the corner of the garage, where he had thrown his backpack earlier. The vibrant yellow, now dusted a bit. But, he doesn’t mind. Midoriya simply slings it over his shoulders.
“Hey, Kacchan.” He offers, right as he’s about to go under the garage door.
Rolling his eyes, Bakugou crosses his arms and stares back, glaring. “What, Deku.”
Midoriya directs a pointer finger at him. “You give love a bad name.”
Blinking for a moment, Bakugou then proceeds to shake his head, groaning. However, Midoriya catches at the upturned lips of a hidden smile.
“You are so annoying." Bakugou mutters, "Is that why we’re fucking playing that song? Because, your dumbass wants to sing about me, of all people?”
“Just admit that you like me already.” Midoriya beckons. He internally cringes at how it almost sounds like he’s begging.
He expects a non answer, or even an insult. But, instead Bakugou shrugs. “What would you even do, if I said yes.”
Midoriya feels his smile grow. “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe, I promise us a good Saturday gig, and we go on a date together?”
Bakugou shakes his head, shooing him away with a hand. “Sure, whatever. I like you. There. Go away already, before I let this door crush you.”
When Midoriya makes it to his car, parked right outside the Bakugou’s residence, he can’t help but drum his hands happily on the steering wheel. He hopes Saturday night will come faster.
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n0wornever · 3 years
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Hazy - College!Reggie x Reader
In which the reader has feelings for either reggie or luke, and one day goes withe the guys to a bar, gets drunk and winds up accidentally telling him the truth?
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Her internship was going to be the death of her. On the surface, working at a recording studio sounded like a dream. However, this dream actually ended up being a lot of formatting spreadsheets and scheduling office tours for 8 hours a day, three days a week. 
As she left the office again, she took her heels off and held them in her hands. She walked down the street to her car, throwing the shoes in the back seat. She pulled on her sneakers and put her key in the ignition. As she pulled out of the lot, she pressed the radio on. Opening her sunroof, she smiled as she realized that she’d left her friend’s demo in the cd player. She turned up the volume as she cruised down the road. 
As she approached her dorm, she saw a familiar figure sitting outside the front door. She laid on the horn as she drove past him. Reggie jumped up into the air, a frown appearing as his eyes landed on her car. 
“Hi to you too, Y/N,” He said with a smirk. 
“Happy hour?” She asked, unlocking her doors. 
He nodded, lightly jogging over to her car. As soon as he got in he heard his voice. He rolled his eyes and turned down the volume. 
“You don’t need to constantly listen to our music, ya know?” His eyebrow raised at her as she drove. 
“Maybe I just like it, Reginald?” She caught his smirk out of the corner of her eye. 
She pulled into the old Mexican restaurant they spent many Friday nights in and she could already feel the margarita salt on her tongue. He walked in front of her, rushing to the door to hold it open. She let a small smile grace her lips as she walked under his arm. 
They sat at their usual table, the waiter not even bothering with giving them menus as he smiled at them.
“Two strawberry margaritas, chips and queso and two chicken tacos, yeah?” He asked, eyes directed at Reggie. 
The boy nodded and the waiter left the two alone. Y/N let her face rest in her hands as she looked over at her best friend across the table. He scrunched his nose in response. 
“How was your day, Reg?”
“Luke was late to rehearsal, so we ran longer than expect and I was late to a lecture, so it started out great,” She giggled as he rambled on. “And then, to my surprise, I had a history quiz today that I was not prepared for so....”
As he was finishing, their drinks landed on the table in front of them. 
“Perfect timing,” Reggie sighed, taking a large sip of the fruity drink. 
Y/N followed suit, placing her straw in the fishbowl, eyeing him as he gulped his down.
“So, not a great Friday, huh?”
He shook his head as he came up for air and she giggled at his face as it began to heat under the alcohol. Their food arrived and they ate quickly. As Y/N asked for the check, Reggie pulled out his phone. 
“Luke and Alex want to know if we want to go to Kip’s tonight,” He met her gaze. “You down?” 
She nodded as she placed a taco in her to-go case. “Yeah, so down, I think I’ve looked at Microsoft Excel so much this week that I may implode if I don’t get at least a little tipsy tonight.”
“A little tipsy, right,” Reggie shook his head at her. 
“What, Reg? What does that mean?”
He grabbed her keys and started to stand up. She followed behind him, the stern look on her face never leaving.
“I mean that the last time we went out, I had to carry you up to your bedroom after you said you were only going to have ‘a few drinks.’“ 
She scoffed at him, getting into the passenger side of her car. 
“That was once-”
“Yeah maybe once a week for the past year.” 
She slapped his arm repeatedly with her hand. He simply laughed at her aggression and put the car in drive. She tried to continue the conversation, but Reggie simply turned up the music, tapping to the beat on the steering wheel. 
They turned into the lot in front of Luke and Alex’s apartment. The two boys already sat in front of the building waiting for them. Reggie honked to get their attention and they filed into her back seat. Luke leaned up on her seat, smiling close to her face. 
“Y/N, you sure you want to go out. You do remember what happened last time...” 
She threw her hands up in the air in frustration. “Must you all taunt me with this memory?!”
All the boys started laughing as she crossed her arms at her chest and slid down in her seat, pouting. 
“Can we at least stop at my place so I can get ready?”
“Already on it, babe,” Reggie smiled.
The boys filed out of the car, running up her apartment complex stairs. She tried to avoid all the stares that people were leaving as they chased each other up and down the hallway. Finally reaching her door, the three calmed down and found their respective seats on her couch. 
She walked into her closet and looked up and down the rack. She had no idea what to wear tonight. She pulled out a little black dress she hadn’t worn in months and held it up on her body, looking in her mirror.
“Reg will love that one.”
Her head turned toward the doorway where Luke was staring at her with a goofy smile spread across his face. Y/N shooed his eyes away, but placed the dress on the bed for further deliberation. 
She didn’t respond to the boy as he approached her bed, sitting down on the edge of it.
“Come onnn, you two can’t hide this forever.” 
She gave him a pointed look “Hide what?”
His jaw locked in frustration as he shook his head at her. He simply got off of her bed and walked toward her door without another word. 
Y/N sighed, moving back toward her bathroom to do her makeup. As she put the finishing touches on her blush, Reggie appeared in the mirror next to her, smiling at her reflection.
“You almost ready? Luke’s going to pass away from boredom if we don’t leave soon.”
She nodded, rubbing the soft brush against her cheek. “Yeah, almost ready, I just have to change and I’ll be out there.” 
He nodded as he left the room. She walked back out to her bed and eyed the dress for another moment before slipping it over her head. A bit tighter than she remembered, but it worked.  
“Are you boys ready to go?” She said, looking at all of them staring at their phones in front of her. 
Luke and Alex nodded, Reggie sat still for a moment as he eyed her outfit. She felt her cheeks getting redder under his gaze, and turned away to grab her purse off the table. She grabbed her keys and headed for the door, hearing feet shuffling behind her. 
As they entered Kip’s, the haze of early smoke hung in the air. Y/N made a beeline for the bar with her ID already in her hand. 
“Can I get a vodka soda?” She asked the bartender
“And a water,” Reggie said as he appeared next to her. 
He shot a wink in her direction and she scowled back at him. The three ordered their beers and the group looked for a table. Spotting a booth in the corner, Y/N hobbled on her heels to grab it. The boy were cackling as they caught up to her.
“You looked light you were one step from toppling over, and you haven’t even drank anything yet,” Alex said with a smile
She rolled her eyes, pressing her glass to her mouth as she listened to the boys talk about their upcoming gig, taking large sips of her drink. Eventually, Luke got up for another beer.
“You need another one, Y/N?” 
She nodded and the boy lightly jogged over to the bar. Her eyes met Reggie’s and his lips drew back to a slight smile. 
“We’re boring you...”
“No, Reg, it’s fine..”
Alex nodded “Yes, we are boring you. We’ll stop with the band talk.”
“Guys, I want to work in the music industry, this is interesting to me I swear.”
They exchanged a look before both boys rolled their eyes at her. Before they could speak again, Luke dropped another glass in front of her. The placed the small straw in her mouth as the guitarist started to ramble again.
As Luke talked, Y/N tried to keep her focus as the room around her grew a bit disjointed. Her eyes felt heavy and the music was throbbing in her ears. Finally a girl from across the room swayed him away from the table and it went quiet. She heard Alex’s giggle and looked up from her cup.
“You good, Y/N.” 
“Peachy,” She smiled lazily, the word slurring as soon as it fell from her mouth. 
Alex turned to Reggie, pointing at the bar. “I’m going to grab her a water.” 
Reggie nodded, turning his direction toward her as the drummer ran up to the bar. His smile widened as he watched her spin her straw around the the melting ice cubes in her glad.
“Hanging in there, champ?” 
“Huh,” She said, head in her hand as her gaze migrated over to him. “Oh yeah, I’m good...just sleepy.” 
“Yeah?” 
“Yeah.” 
She heard him giggle and met his eyes with a small smile, sticking out her tongue at him. Alex returned with water and sat it in front of her. She took a sip before returning to her slumped position. 
A familiar face entered the bar and Alex’s eyes lit up immediately. She turned to see a long-haired skater walking toward their table. 
“Go!” Y/N yelled a little too loudly, slapping her hands on the table.
Alex smirked as he got up and walked over to Willie. Y/N smiled after them, turning back toward the table with a pout. Reggie’s brows pulled to the middle of his face. 
“What’s up?” 
She looked over at him and shook her head. 
“Nothing,” She rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand “I think I may head out soon.”
“Cool, I’ll drive you home.” He slid her keys out from under her hand. 
“Reg, you don’t have to-” 
“Let’s go!” 
He grabbed onto her arm, lifting her up out of her seat. She stumbled in his arms as they walked out the door. They stepped out into the cool air, and Y/N leaned heavily on Reggie’s side as the made their way to the parking lot. He guided her into her seat before running over to the driver’s side. 
As they drove out of the parking lot, Y/N let her eyes fix on him with a small smile on her face. He caught her gaze out of the corner of his eye and smirked. 
“What, Y/N?” 
“Nothinggg,” She sighed, leaning back on the head rest and closing her eyes. 
Before she knew it, her shoulders were being pushed side to side. She opened her eyes and found Reggie next to her, lightly waking her up. 
“I didn’t want to wake you, but I didn’t want to scare you by having you panic in someone’s arms in the middle of the hallway,” he grinned, holding his hands out to her. 
Her legs felt like jello as they hit the concrete, falling side to side until Reggie grabbed her waist to stabilize her.
“Hang on,” He said, placing her arms around his neck.
He brought her up into his arms and moved toward the door. He carried her up three flights of stairs to her room. He placed her back on her feet at the door and handed her her key. As he turned to leave, she grabbed onto his forearm.
“You should stay,” She whispered.
He looked at her confused, watching as her hand slid down his arm, grabbing his hand in hers. He nodded, following her inside. 
He filled two glasses with water, bringing them to the living room table as she ran to change into her pajamas. When she reemerged, Reggie was leaning back on the couch staring out at the sky. She walked over to him, bringing her arms around him and leaning her chin on his shoulder. He turned quickly, flashing her a smile before turning around. He brought his arm around her shoulders and she readjusted, letting her head fall on his chest. 
“Reggie, I have a question for you.” 
“Okay...” He questioned, raising an eyebrow at her. 
She tilted her head to side as she stared at him, eyes wandering over his face for a moment. 
“Why are you still single?”
He giggled, his brows pulling to the middle of his face in confusion. 
“I don’t know Y/N, why do you ask?”
“Because it makes no sense to me, you’re so sweet and kind and attractive,” His cheeks flushed pink as her hand grazed his cheek. “You’re a catch.” 
“I... you’re drunk and tired. You should go to bed.” 
“Reg, I’m drunk but not stupid.” 
He stayed silent for a moment before grabbing her hand and walking her toward her bedroom. He helped her get under the covers before turning off her light. As he stepped out into the hallway, he ran a hand through his hair. 
What the hell just happened? 
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squiddybeifong · 3 years
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Triples Talk
I still don’t know what With Imagination is tbh. Previous parts: one, two, three, four
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They were in Los Angeles. 
Well, technically they were on Hollywood Boulevard. Raven kept her hood up as she passed by the multitudes of tourists and street performers, feeling Talia’s disgust at the sheer amount of urine stains and garbage that littered the stars. The teen had already experienced the ‘wonders’ of this particular section of road after a mission gone awry and Beast Boy’s adamance that they relax before heading back to Jump; according to Robin’s reports from the rare times Bruce visited the west coast for business, she should’ve teleported them to Calabasas, or Brentwood, or even Santa Monica if they wanted to see the movie stars and celebrities instead of too-loud tourists with no grasp on the concept of personal space. And the mage would’ve had Harley not been so insistent on sightseeing. 
And while she regretted it now, when they first met up in front of the Hollywood sign an hour prior Talia hadn’t given a damn where they were going, deciding to give Harley full rights to Raven’s skipped choice after their short lived meet-up in San Francisco nearly three weeks ago. 
Unlike her friends, Gotham’s most beloved clown was having the time of her life; she’d already taken a selfie with Godzilla’s star of fame and had swiped three novelty t-shirts, aware that the Titan had certainly stopped to discreetly pay for them while the blonde rolled onwards. Harley cackled as she skated through the crowd of people, her laughter bubbling up an octave higher as she passed by the third imitation Raven in the last five blocks, the purple-wigged woman’s fanny pack filled to the brim with dollar bills from taking pictures. 
The faux-Raven glared at the Titan as she passed, smelling of cigarette smoke as she sneered towards the girl, “Get off my turf.”
Despite her annoyance at how exposed they were around all the tourists, Talia couldn’t keep the shit-eating grin off her face at how deeply Raven sighed, the curl of her shoulders underneath her cloak speaking volumes. The assassin’s steps quickened as she tried to catch up with Harley as the Gothamite rounded a corner, hoping that the blonde’s enthusiastic twirling wouldn’t lend to her accidentally tumbling over someone. Following the red and blue-tipped pigtails and the rollerskates’ obnoxiously bright lights, Talia let her shoulders relax as she turned and spotted Harley taking an extra taco from a guy resting against a food truck. 
Spinning in a circle as she savored the stickiness of car exhaust in the air, Harley took a bite of birria and thought of home. She turned at the honk of a horn, not stopping her chewing as Raven’s magic silently enveloped Talia’s hand to prevent the assassin from fully drawing whatever dagger she had strapped to her person. 
The siren looked like a child in a candy store as she rolled up to her friends, blue eyes zeroing in on the ‘$15 tattoos, 15 minutes, no wait!’ sign not even a foot away. Lit up by the neon lights that adorned the tattoo parlor behind them, Talia looked murderous as she tried (and failed) to run a calming hand through her hair. The tourists gave the trio a wide berth at the sight; the parlor’s owner seemed hesitant to step out and shoo them away for loitering, obviously unsure if her blade was a plastic prop or not. 
Brown lips curled into a frown at the inadvertent attention and Talia fully sheathed her dagger. Raven pinched between her eyes as the assassin hissed out, “Harley, why are we here of all the damned places?”
Bright blue eyes went wide, “Don’t tell me you’ve never wanted to visit La La Land!”
Green eyes narrowed and Talia let her nostrils flare. “I’m choosing the next place,” The assassin grumbled under her breath, shoving aside a passing tourist and stalking towards a barely lit alley. 
Harley let out a laugh and called to her friend’s back, “C’mon, Tally Marks!”
At her shout, a tourist across the street let out a happy chortle as he noticed them, the flash of his camera going off in their direction. His voice carried over the sound of traffic as he blabbed to his family, “She’s got a really good Harley Quinn costume!” The headphoned teenager next to him rolled his eyes and let out a derisive, “Too bad she’s in the wrong city.”
Harley pouted at the remark and let Raven tug on her arm, her wheels lighting up neon as the pair followed Talia’s path. They ducked around a corner and into an alley, the shadows instinctively curling around the goth as Raven kept them against one side of the alley’s brick walls. Along the other side there was a man sitting at a fold-up table, his fanny pack filled with cash. He shuffled the well-worn deck of cards in his hands as he tried to sweet talk Talia into joining his scam disguised as a game, “C’mon, now! A gal as pretty as you wouldn’t be in an alley if she didn’t like to gamble, now would you?”
His words trailed off as the assassin merely lifted her elbow to partially brandish her dagger; the conman raised both palms in the air, “Fair enough, Doll.”
Raven’s steps hastened as she felt the violent pulse of Talia’s anger, not wanting either of her friends to be arrested during their outing. As the purple-haired hero stepped out of the shadows the man finally seemed to notice Harley and the Titan; grinning, he ashed his cigarette on one of the table’s metal legs and gestured to the card game, “You ladies wanna play?”
Talia aimed a scathing glare his way and the man held up his palms again, flawlessly hiding his nervousness at the air of lethality that cloaked the trio, “Get all three and you win. But you gotta put down at least a hundred each.”
“No thanks,” Raven hummed out. Her magic wrapped around Talia’s wrist as they kept going through the alley, seeing the neon of Harley’s skates in her periphery. The blonde eagerly rolled up in front of them, skating backwards as she chatted, “I dunno about this, Tal. We make a great team already--”
Raven let out a snort and Talia shook her head, “No.”
“--Let’s make some money off him!”
Talia narrowed her eyes and repeated again, a bit harsher but less forceful, “No.” 
The clown smoothly rolled around the cracks in the concrete and the miscellaneous cans and bottles that tried and failed to trip her. A pout had worked its way into Harley’s voice, “But we gotta do something together! We’re tourists in La La Land, you two.” 
“Oh!” Harley’s eyes went wide as she grinned at her friends, suddenly remembering why she had been so insistent to get them somewhere so public. Big baby blues were shining as the clown spread her arms, “We should go to the theater!”
Talia kept walking, glad that the wannabe scammer was intelligent enough not to keep trying to coax them into his games even as he so obviously tried to listen in on their conversation. Olive eyes scanned the area where the alley turned into an intersection, her attention on the streets around them as she jumped a broken down fence. Talia considered the sheer amount of people they’d seen along the storefronts and already knew the buzz of herded humans was not something she or Raven would like. Clicking her tongue, her rejection wasn’t as harsh with the lack of bright lights and noisy people around them, “No.”
“There’s a pretty famous pier if we head towards the ocean,” Raven shrugged out. “They’ve got vendors selling great strawberries on the side of the street if that’s better.”
“I do want food, but we need to steal--” Harley’s voice skipped at the look the Titan aimed her way, her excuse forming a new idea instantly, “--the night away and team up! Mess with some bad guys, get some food, flirt with our babes…”
Talia raised a brow at the last one, “Excuse me?”
Harley pretended not to notice, “Think of it! Rae’ll teleport us to get everyone and then we can head out! Kicking ass and taking names and eating cheesecake, the six of us--”
Talia cut in again, “Six?”
“Oh yeah, six.” The clown’s grin turned impish as she held up four fingers and a peace sign. The Gothamite tilted her head Raven’s way, “Remember when Moonbeam had to leave early when we were in SanFran? Well when I got home, Pam and Kitty were getting comfy.”
Purple eyes closed, “I don’t like where this is going.”
Harley wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pressing her cheek to the teen’s temple as she giggled out, “You should, Ray Ray!” 
She brought her hands in front of their faces, her red and blue glitter nail polish sparkling as she spread her palms, showing off an invisible screen. Sighing happily, Harley tried to get her friends used to the idea, “Think of this: triple date night tonight!” 
Before the two rejections could come, Harley rested her cheek on Raven’s head again, “You and Starshine, Pam and Kitty, Me and Tally Marks.”
Despite her better judgment, the Titan felt a lazy smile tug on her lips. She tilted her head to glance towards where Harley’s cheek touched her temple, “There are better ways to ask her out, you know.”
Grinning wide and turning on her heel, the siren abruptly flung herself into the assassin’s arms. Talia kept her face blank but couldn’t keep the hum out of her throat as Harley sing-songed, “So, what d’ya say, Tally Marks?”
She pressed a kiss to Talia’s cheek, leaving a black and red lipstick mark along tan skin. “Triple date night? You and me?”
Olive eyes closed and a sigh escaped. Despite her training, Talia couldn’t keep the tiny curl off her lips, especially when a pair of big blue eyes were batting their lashes up at her. The assassin hoped that Harley wasn’t close enough to feel the barest heat fill her face, “Fine. But I choose the place for our next outing.”
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siempre-pedro · 5 years
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My Kid Punched His Kid |4|
Single Dad!Teacher!Ben Hardy x Single Mom!Reader
Summary: A playground fight between two 8-year-olds bring together 2 lonely single parents.
In This Chapter: Our favorite single parents bickering. cute ass kids! More of Ben’s son! 
Word Count: 3.3k
A/N: Here’s part 4 everybody!!! I’m so proud of this and really hope you like it. Please let me know what you think, I love your feedback!  Thank you thank you for all the nice messages i love them all. 
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Y/N leaned against the wall outside the classroom, her arms crossed over chest with her fingertips tapping the sleeves of her light blue suede moto jacket. Her Y/E/C eyes scan the halls of mostly mothers waiting to pick up their kids, half of them wore basically nothing. She smirks, further presses her back to the wall.
Once the bell rings all the moms rush in probably ignoring their kids and fighting over the attention of the teacher. It was the perfect opportunity to go in and rush out before he could notice her. Peeling herself off the wall she walks in and approaches Abby’s desk. Looking down at the brightly colored name card with ‘Abagail’ written nicely in his handwriting. “How was the movie?” she asks.
Abby narrows her eyes, looking up at her mom with confusion, her brain trying to come up with how she knew. “How did you know we watched a movie?” she questions with suspicion evident in her voice. Y/N mouth opens in regret. Shit. She thinks on her feet and pouts her lips.
“I’m your mom. I know everything.” That was fair. Abby nods and agreement and continues to pack her bag in silence, her blue eyes look towards the corner of the room through the locks of curled hair. She was typically a fearless kid, sure she didn’t like the dark but she was the kid that punched another in the face without hesitation. She looks up at her mom who was trying not to look in the direction of her teacher's desk “Mom I need to ask you something?”
“What’s up, Babe?”
Abby takes a deep breath, rolls her shoulders back to stand tall “Can me and James have a playdate?” her words come out fast like she’s out of breath, happy to get it over with. She stands tall, her eyes squint to show power…she learned it from a movie and kept it in the back of her mind just in case the occasion arose. She puts on her backpack and grips the glittery straps tightly.
Y/N bends down to meet Abby’s eye line, she sighs and rubs her shoulder lovingly. It was a terrible idea. Things would be awkward; the kids wouldn’t know but they would know. “Abs, you know Mr. Jones and I don’t get along. I don’t think it’s a good idea,” she reasons. Abagail narrows her eyes and huffs, looking away from her mother. 
“Mom, this isn’t about you,” she says sternly, looking back at her. Y/N’s jaw drops in shock caught off guard from the sudden anger in her child. 
“Excuse me? What happened to my 8-year-old?” she questions with nervous laughter. 
“Mom,” she growls, folding her arms. The Y/H/C haired woman closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. She gets up and looks down at Abby sympathetically. She loathed the man, but breaking her daughter's heart weighed heavier on her heart than her pride.
“Fine, I’ll go talk to him,” she says as calmly as she could. She turns to the man who was preoccupied with the moms who were trying to get his attention. “Mr. Jones?” Ben’s head snaps up and grins wildly, uttering regrets to the other moms and eagerly making his way to her. She smiles slightly as the eagerness.
“Can I help you?” he smirks. Y/N’s face becomes stone cold, she furrows her eyes together and clenches a fist at her side. 
“Abagail wants to have a playdate with James.” 
Ben hums and smiles, shifting on the heels of his feet “Is this a way for you to ask me out?” he responds. 
“No,” she hisses. “This is all for her.” 
“Fine, fine. Still, think you’re lying but! We are free on Sunday’s.” 
“We go to the park every Sunday…maybe he could join us.” She hated this, she really did and what made it worse was that shit eating grin on his stupid perfect face. 
“We’ll be there, 11 ok?” 
She forces a smile “See you then,” she says through gritted teeth. Now that was worse than childbirth. Her hands stay clenched, her pride deteriorated as she walked away from, not giving the satisfaction of talking to him anymore. Abby, however, was over the moon when Y/N told her as they walked out of the school, her smile made it almost worth it. As Y/N shut the car door her jeans pocket started to vibrate, she shifts and pulls it out from her back pocket.
‘My heads fine by the way, how’s yours?’
She looks at the school and then back at her phone ‘Ben’ illuminated from the screen. How the fuck did she get his number. ‘How do I have your number?’
‘You were practically begging for it last night…amongst other things.’
‘haha very funny asshole’
‘I put it in your phone while you slept, just in case you needed something. I didn’t snoop don’t worry.’
“Mom? They’re honking at us,” Abby groans, sinking father in her seat in an attempt to hide her face from the people watching. Y/n snaps out of the trance and throws her phone in the passenger seat and quickly drives off, being lectured by the kid about using her phone.
 The days dragged on, Y/N found herself purposely trying to bury herself in her work to get her mind off of him. Every night when she looked at herself in the mirror, she would see the marks she put on her. She remembered his touch all too well. The morning of the play date, a simple towel wrapped around her body that mark on her chest on full display. The deep purple color had finally begun to fade, the beads of water glide over it. She wiped the water away and grabbed her phone from the counter. ‘so today?’ God. Him again? Again meaning since the first time he messaged her, he didn’t blow her phone up like she was expecting. She bites her lip as she contemplates responding. He knows the kids have been talking nonstop about their playdate.
‘What about it?’
‘I’m just making sure you’re not chickening out.’
‘Fuck off.’  She grumbles complaints and throws her phone on the bed, refusing to look at the expensive piece of trash. You sleep with a guy one time and he thinks he can talk to you. She laughs at her thoughts and walks to her closet. She pauses, she was searching through her closet like she was 16 going on her first date. Hastily pushing the hangs to the side to catch a quick glance at her clothes before deeming them horrible. “I need new clothes,” she whispers to herself. Settling a pair of black yeans and a long beige sweater she put on a necklace with her initial and took one last look “This is fine, I don’t want him.”
It was a relief when they got their first to the park, Y/N wanted to throw up the whole way there “Mom where are they, it’s 11?” Abby questions, scanning the large park as she zipped up her pink jacket.
“They’ll be here soon, Baby. I promise,” she responds as she sits on the large plaid blanket. Secretly hoping they got sick or something. But as if on cue James runs up to Abby with his blond curls flapping in the wind.
“So you didn’t chicken out,” Ben says amused as he stands next to her. Y/N grimaces and scans him, black t-shirt and basketball shorts. Simple.
“It’s September, 60 and you’re in shorts?”
Ben laughs and sits down, running a hand through his hair “Function over fashion…unlike you. You look nice though.”
Y/N rolls her eyes and huffs out a thank you, turning her head to cover the heat rising to her cheeks “At least I’m warm.” Ben smirks at the effect he had on her.
“Mom, can we go play?” Abby asks as she digs around the large tote bag for a ball.
“Go, have fun. Please don’t hit anyone,” Y/N pleads with a smile. Abby sticks out her tongue and tucks the soccer ball under her arm.
“James, come here please,” Ben says using his dad voice. James pouts and stomps over, tucking his hands in his pants pocket. Ben leans forward and places his hands on the boys clothed shoulders “Please be good, ok? Be nice to the other kids.”
“Ok, Dad,” James whispers, his matching green eyes shift back and forth reluctant to meet Ben’s glare. Ben sighs and smiles softly before shooing him off. Ben watches as the kids run off to the playground, he was always fearful when they came to the park. James wasn’t good with other kids, his social skills were clearly lacking. He said a silent prayer he could hurt the poor girl again.
“You ok Jones?” Y/N asks as she pulls out her tablet.
Ben breaks eye contact with them and nods, he looks down at her drawing and looks up at her serious face “What are you doing?”
“Working,” she replies shortly. He slowly moves closer to her, shoulders brushing together.
“On what?”
Y/N bites the inside of her cheek and narrows her eyes “I illustrate kids books. I’m working.” Ben nods and attempts to get closer, his head getting closer to her shoulder, she could feel his hair brush against her arm “What are you doing?”
“Let me see.” He opens his hand for the white pencil, his green eyes cutely looking into hers. Y/N hands over the pencil, praying that she saved her work. “How do I draw a happy little tree?” he asks her, causing her to giggle. Her lips form a tight line before going into a smile, her heart soared knowing he made a Bob Ross reference.  She puts her hand over his drags him over to tap on a few spots. Moving her hand she watches him try to copy one of her trees, it looked like one of their kids had drawn it but it was still cute. His tongue would poke out when he would try to concentrate.  “What do you think?” He asks excitedly looking at her with wide eyes and a proud smile.
“You did your best,” she responds, letting him down softly.
“You can tell me its shit,” he laughs and hands her back the pencil. When she takes it they lock eyes, reminiscing of how they saw each other in bed that night. Pure adoration. She opens her mouth to speak when sniffle sound flood their ears. They turn quickly to see James walk up the hill, rubbing his eyes.
“James, what happened?” Ben asks worriedly, jumping up from his seat to check to see if he had any cuts. While he was in dad mode, Y/N saved a picture of the altered drawing before erasing what he’d done to it and turning her attention to the boys.
“T-they won’t let me play,” he blubbers, covering his puffy eyes with the palms of his hand.
“Who, Bub?” Ben asks in between the sobs, leading him back to the blanket.
James turns over his shoulder and points to the group of kids play soccer. Ben closes his eyes and groans, he knew this would happen. It was rare to have an outing without something happening. It was like Arnold asking for one normal field trip with Ms. Frizzle: not going to happen. “Did you ask if you could play?” James responds with a tiny nod. Ben wasn’t fooled by his nod, he knew he was lying.
“What did you say?”
“Let me play,” his small voice came out even tinier.
“Mate you need to ask. With manners.”
James furrowed his eyebrows in irritation “I know dad,” he whines.
“I don’t think you do,” Ben retorts, his irritation showing.
Y/N puts her tablet aside and places her hand on Ben’s shoulder “Can I?” she suggests, motioning towards his son. Ben nods and sits back. “James, come here, Darling,” she speaks calmly. He calms at her soothing motherly tone and walks to her. “What are the magic words, James?” Y/N puts her hands on his shoulder, giving him loving rubs with her thumbs.
He shrugs at her “I don’t know.”
She hums “I think you do. Try it!”
“Please and thank you,” he finally answers. Y/N faces lights up and gives him a shake, making him laugh.
“There you go! I believe in you James, I want you to go back out there and ask them the right way,” she persuaded, taking a look at the other kids. She looked back at him kindly, like how she would talk to her own child. “Manners maketh the man, show them the English gentleman I know you are.” She turns him around, giving him a small squeeze of the shoulders and gently pushes him from her. They watch as the boy walks to the group of kids, James taps a tall boy on the shoulder and opens his mouth to speak. Ben started to bite on one of his nails like he was watching a suspense movie, he couldn’t handle another fight. He released the held breath when the taller boy let James into the circle and tossed him the ball.
“How the fuck did you do that?” Ben asks in shock, a surprised smile gracing his features.
Y/N shrugs and places her tablet back in her lap “Abby was the same way after Grant and I divorced. I needed to remind her about her manners and be nice about it. It takes time,” she explains. Ben grumbles and pulls out math homework from his backpack along with a red pen.
“You know he got kicked out of three nursery schools? He’s never been good with other kids.” She could sense the sadness and frustration in his tone, she wasn’t lying when she said it took time. It took 2 years for her daughter to get back to normal.
“He’s a good kid, Ben,” she says in reassurance. Ben frowns and tries to focus on his work, twirling the pen in between his fingers. he’d never really told anyone about James’ behavior, Gwil was really the only person that knew. His parents would scold him for how he was raising him, never good enough.
“You’re a good Dad. Don’t say that.”
Ben’s mouth forms a small o shape, he didn’t mean to say his thoughts “I-I didn’t mean to,” he tries to laugh it off. Y/N lowers her eyebrows and sucks in her bottom lip to show how unimpressed she was. Ben cocks his head in annoyance, narrowing his green eyes. The Y/H/C woman shrugs and returns to her work and lets him go back to his, dropping the subject… even though she was right.
It was mostly peaceful, in between her glances up at Abagail to make sure she was safe she would look over to Ben out of the corner of her eye. He would let out a light laugh when she couldn’t read the writing and would let out the occasional curse when he would cross off a wrong answer. It was comforting. “Mom!” Abby cheered as she ran up the hill, huffing when he reached the top.
“Are you having fun?” Y/N coos.
“Yeah…can we play Shoots and Ladders now?”
Ben’s ears perked up “Shoots and Ladders?” he questions.
“We play it every time we come,” Abby explains excitedly as she pulls the game from the bag. Y/N takes it from her and tells her to go get James. She nods and runs back down the hill while Y/N set the game up.
“Are you any good?” Ben taunts, laying down on his side and propping himself up with his elbow, greeting her with a smirk.
“I will destroy you,” she challenges.
With the kids gathered around the game started off as normal as possible, Abby and James frowning when their parents would get ahead of them. James’ small tongue poked out when he rolled the dice “I got a 6!” he cheered as he picked up the piece.
“Good job!” Ben clapped him on the back and smiled proudly as he moved up the board.
Y/N takes the dice in her hand and blew gently, making Ben roll his eyes at her. He was beyond annoyed that she got a ladder almost every time she rolled. She rolled gently and hummed in satisfaction “five,” she whispers moving her piece. Her elbow hits the corner of the board shifting the pieces and making the dice shift.
“That was a four,” Ben corrects, looking down at the dice.
Y/N looks up from the board “No it was a five,” she responds sternly.
Ben clenches his fist and touches her piece, moving it down the ladder “You rolled a four.”
She growls and moves it back “Seriously? Are you calling me a liar?”
“Look at the board! You rolled a fucking four!” he complains loudly, not quite a shout as he was trying to keep his cool.
“The board moved, it was a five Ben! You’re losing get the fuck over it.” she matches his tone. The kids look at each other sympathetically as their parents start to argue, their voices slowly starting to get louder with each insult. James looks around to see other people starting to look at them.
“Dad,” he says, pushing his leg to get his attention. The adults rise to their feet and start to get in each other face, their words getting louder, still talking about the board game.
“Did you rig the game Y/N? There’s no fucking possible way you got a ladder every time?” he yells.
“Oh? Not only am I liar I’m a cheater! Want to check the dice for a magnet?”
“Maybe. I. Do.”
“Fuck off! You’re a sore loser.”
“Mom! Mom?”
“What!” Y/N shouts, the pair looking down at the kids who were looking up at them with angered faces. “You guys are embarrassing.”
They pause and look around at the few pair of eyes that were on them. They look away, embarrassed of their actions “Abby, let’s go. Say goodbye,” she speaks slowly, not daring to look at him. They all gathered their things swiftly and in silence. Abby said her sad goodbye to James before running off to catch up to Y/N who had already started to walk away.
“I can’t believe you,” James huffed.
“I didn’t start it, and you had fun right?”
“Whatever, Dad.” James puts on his backpack and walks towards the parking lot leaving Ben alone in his thoughts. He pushed back his blonde curls and slung his bag over his shoulder, already rehearsing an apology.
Y/N threw the bag in her truck and slammed the door harshly, she growled when she saw Ben’s remorseful face in the dark reflection. “Came to yell at me more?” She asks, not turning to look at him.
“I came to say I’m sorry, I didn’t mean t-”
“Stop. You knew exactly what you were doing,” she holds a finger up before crossing her arms over her chest. Ben shoves his hands in his pockets and looks up briefly.
“I’m sorry, let me make it up to you…and Abby. We ruined their playdate.”
“And how do possibly expect to do that?” she sighs, leaning against the car.
Ben puts on a smile “Let me take you out.”
“On a date?” She raises an eyebrow. Unbelievable, she couldn’t believe he was standing in front of her after picking a fight in public and now asking for a date. Pathetic. She was pathetic for wanting to say yes. She knew she shouldn’t, it would be a disaster. “Ben. We shouldn’t, we can’t even get along in front of our kids without fighting,” she pointed out the obvious.
“I know! I know. Just dinner to say I’m sorry for making fools of us. You won’t regret it.”  
Y/N thinks about it for a moment, free dinner. Maybe with food stuffed in their mouths, they could actually get along. Maybe there would be alcohol, god knows they were going to need it if they went through with it.
“What’s in it for Abby?” She smiles.
“We’ll bring her back ice cream,” he smiles back at her.
“I will go out with you Ben, just dinner.”
“Sounds perfect. Friday night?”
Y/N winces “I can’t. I promised to watch Mary to pay Lucy back after that night.”
Ben blushes and ducks his head “How about Saturday?” 
“Saturday sounds perfect.”   
She watches him walk back to his car with his returned confidence, she mentally kicked herself for saying yes so easily. Seriously fuck this guy for making her feel this way. She hated the fights but she did manage to get a date out of it. Fuck. 
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Chapter 2
-Stas P.O.V
We arrived to the Chinese Buffet about ten minutes later since Keith had to stop at the gas station to get some gas. Getting out of the car, and walking inside they found everybody sitting at the table waiting.
"What took yall so long? Yall was fucking?" Elijah asked.
"Nigga, no. Never that." I sat down in my seat, and Keith sat next to me. "Somebody had to stop to get gas." She turned her head to Keith.
"His tank never full, but anyways we got yall drinks, now we finna go get our food." Woody got up quickly, with everyone else following behind, after getting their food everyone settled down and started eating. I was in my own conversation with Khairi and Lena, while Keith was talking to Algee and Woody.
"Yo, bruh this food bangin' on some real shit." Elijah was smacking and licking his fingers.
"Boy, stop smackin' that shit irritating." Kandace flicked him from back of his head.
"Yo, you gone stop hitting my precious head." Elijah grabbed her hand.
"Mhm, yea aight." Kandace rolled her eyes, and I laughed a little. "Whatcha laughin' for? Don't make me get Keith or Jacob on yo ass." Elijah crossed his arms.
"Boy please, Keith can't do shit." I sucked my teeth.
"He did some something in that bedroom that had you screaming." Luke backed Elijah up.
"Fuck yall." I flipped them off. "That's why we got Kandace and Jada for." Luke said, draping his arm around his girl.
"Whas the move after dis?" Woody asked.
"Shit, I don't even know. We can chill at my crib, momma out for the whole week, got the whole crib to myself." Algee sat back, rubbing his stomach.
"Word? Yea, we at yo house everyday, and we throwin' a party Friday night." Elijah clapped his hands together.
"I'm down." Lena looked at her girls. "We down." Kandace, Jada, Khairi, and Breana chimed in. Everyone eyes were now on Keith and I, who were eating and scrolling through their phones.
It was quiet, and the two looked up. "What?" they both said.
"Y'all coming to Algee's after this?" Breana asked.
"Y-" I started, and Keith finished. "Nah, remember we got that project."
"Nigga, boom." I shooed him like a fly, " I'm coming, and smart ass if you would listen and not stare at me, you would know the packet is due next week." I rolled my eyes.
"And y'all deal with her?" Keith raised an eyebrow. "Nigga you the one who wants her, and shit." Breana said. "Aye Brea, you getting reckless now, I like that shit." Yazz smirked.
"I know you do baby." She pecked his lips.
"Whatever, Whatever. We done? Cause' I'm ready to bounce."
Everyone nodded, and they paid for their food.
Getting outside, they went their seperate ways. I climbed into Keith's car and buckled up.
"Its 5:36 lets just head to my house, get this packet started and head to G's house. Aight?" He started up the car and drove off.
"Whateva." I had my eyes on my phone, Jacob was texting me non-stop, before I could reply my phone was snatched out of my hands.
"Bitch what the fuck? the hell is wrong with you nigga?!" I reached to grab my phone, and Keith was a lot stronger than I was, but I wasn't going to stop until I got my phone.
"You don't deserve the fucking phone, you treating me like shit." Keith kept his eyes on the road as he drove.
"Do you hear yourself? Nigga, you played me. You and that fucker Daniel." I sat back, and looked out the window.
"And I apologized a million times, you fucking forgave Daniel quicker than your weave getting snatched." Keith stopped at a red light.
"I didn't tell Daniel my whole entire life! I didn't tell him the problems I had! I fucking told you! I told you everything, and I really wish I hadn't!" I screamed. I wanted to break into tears, but I didn't need him trying to apologize over and over, and what not.
Keith looked at her, frowning and a horn was honked and he looked to see the light was green. During the ride to his house, it was quiet, he glanced over to see that I was asleep. Slowly pulling up into his driveway, He got out, and went over to the passenger side, carefully opening up the door, and picking her up. Getting up to the front door, he unlocked it and walked inside putting her down onto the couch.
-Keith's P.O.V
I didn't want to wake her up, she looked so peaceful, and cute, so carrying her into the house was a good idea. After settling her onto the couch, I go to grab our things, and put them nearby the couch.
Five minutes had went by, so I decided to awake her. "Stas." I shook her, no answer, I shook her again, and her eyes fluttered opened. "Hm?" She said.
"C'mon get up, lets start this project and head over to Algee's." I leaned back up, letting her get her space to stretch and so on.
"Who are we going to do our project on?" Stas rubbed her eyes, and then looked at me.
"Abraham Lincoln." I said.
"Okay, so I'll get the poster board, papers and so on, and you do the research paper?" Stas said.
"I'll get the poster board, the papers and do the research paper. All you have to do is print out photos, quotes, and interesting things about him." I flopped next to her.
"That won't be fair tho-" I cut her off, "Girl, let me do this cause I know in the future we gone get partnered up a lot and you gone wanna do all the work."
"Whateva, and don't cut me off nigga." Stas hit his shoulder.
"Yea, yea." I shrugged my shoulders, and turned on the tv. "Yo! Turn to Martin!" Stas crossed her legs.
"I was going to." I turned to Martin, and sat the remote down. We both sat back and watched the episodes play.
While Stas was so into the show, she didn't know I was staring at her. She was so beautiful, and she took my breath away, I wish I never did that bet, and she'd still be mine. Throwing her ass back, giving me kisses, waking up next to me every morning, taking naps with her, and putting up with her attitude, and listening to her talk as if I'm one of the girls.
I sighed, and she turned her head. "What? Whassup?"
"Nothing, Nothing." I shake my head, and stood up. "Where you finna go?" She rasied an eyebrow. "Upstairs for a minute." I jogged up the stairs.
-Stas P.O.V
It's been ten minutes since Keith went upstairs, I was kind of getting worried. Getting up from the couch, I head upstairs.
"Keith?"
No answer.
"Keith Tyree."
No answer.
I pushed opened his door, and what he was doing was something I wasn't expecting to see.
"yo, get out!" He threw a pillow at her.
Turning around, "Nigga my bad. I was calling yo' name and you ain't answer, and don't throw shit at me either."
Keith pulled up his pants and went to his bathroom to wash his hands. He dried them, and looked over to the door to see that I was still turned around.
"I'm done. You can turn around now." Keith sat on his bed.
"You so nasty."
"I mean if you was riding my di-" I stopped him, "Don't say nothing. Let's get up outta here and go to Al-" Now Keith was cutting me off, "Don't interrupt me when I'm speaking to you."
I let out a laugh, "Nigga you funny. What the hell were you gone do?"
With that Keith pushed her up again the wall, and looked down at her.
"Get off of me." I looked up at him, right about now I was getting turned on and I know Keith Jr was too.
"Nah, I enjoy having you pressed up against this wall." Keith leaned down, and pecked at her neck, then down to her chest.
"K-keith.." I tried to push him away.
"Do you want me to stop?" He said between the pecks.
I couldn't answer, I was lowkey enjoying it.
"That's what I thought." He kissed down her chest, her stomach and stopped at the hem of her jeans. He began to unbutton them.
"No, Keith, Stop, this ain't right." I pushed him a little.
"But it is, baby..It is." He slid the zipper down and began taking off her pants.
After getting my pants off, he had picked me up and laid me on his bed, opening my legs, he got onto his knees, and moved my panties to the side. Keith blew on my heat, and then started to lick his tongue up and down.
"K-" I let out a moan.
Keith smirked, and added a finger.
"Shit."
He started fingering me, and I couldn't help but keep moaning.
"You like when daddy finger you huh?"
I didn't answer him, he stopped and I looked at him.
"Why the fuck did you stop?"
"You aint answer me." He slowly moved his finger.
"Keith, quit playing." I whined.
He eventually gave in, ate her out and then started taking off his pants.
"You got a condom?" I asked.
"You know it." He pulled one out of his dresser that was next to his bed. He slid the condom onto his member, and lined himself up to my heat.
He slowly entered, and I adjusted to his size a few moments after. He was fully in, and he began to thrust.
"Oh fuck." I moaned, wrapping my legs around his waist.
"I missed this pussy." he had his hands on the side of my waist. Keith started thrusting faster, with the room filled with our moans, the bed moving, squeaking and beating up the wall. I moved my hands up and down Keith's chest.
He buried his face into the crook of my neck, and I felt his breath. He let out a grunt, and mumbled.
"I'm finna cum."
"me too."
He had released into the condom, and I release as well. He flopped next to me, and I looked at him. "I honestly wasn't expecting to do that, and we are not going to tell anybody about this."
"My lips are sealed, as long as we can do this when we are alone." he played with the ends of my hair. "I'll think about it, now get dressed so we can g-" Keith's phone started to go off.
He looked at his phone, and it was Woody calling. He answered;
"Nigga where you and Stas at?"
"We on our way. Packet had us all caught up."
"Yea, aight. Y'all motherfuckas better be here in ten minutes. you heard me? Ten mothafucking minutes."
"Alright, damn we comin' Stas gathering her shit up."
"Aight, bet. Khairi needa talk to you, she want you to swing by the store."
While Keith was on the phone, I was getting dressed, I bent over and picked up my pants. I felt a sting on my ass, and I quickly looked at Keith, and hit him.
"Ow." He rubbed his chest.
"That's what you get." I slipped on my pants.
"Kiss it better."
"No." I walked out of his room, making sure I allowed my booty to jiggle. I knew Keith was watching cause he hung up on Khairi, and was hot on my heels, and he was trying to get dressed as well.
Keith grabbed me from behind, and kissed my neck. "Don't ever do that again."
"I do what I want, whenever I want. Now lets go, before they think we up to something." I picked up my bag.
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Another chapter! Hooraayyyy! Keith x Stas? Hmmm okayyyy we see yall nasties.
[These are all being transferred from Wattpad! I know my writing was horrible!]
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