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Chapter 4: The Sky is Just a Skip Away ~Post-Trial~

//Return of the DKronpa!

//It has been a looooooong long time since I last uploaded to this series. I really regret leaving it for so long but unfortunately a lot got in the way of writing and I just could leave it where it was. I’m happy to say though that I’ll be back to working on it a little more consistently in my spare time.

//I still have to iron out specifics for chapter 5, but it is for the most part complete. Please be patient and as always thank you for reading!

“Ahahahah! You guys never fail to pull through! Once again you were correct, the killer of Doi Kurohiko was indeed Junpei Yokozawa, the Ultimate Blogger!” Monokuma exclaimed. Yokozawa-san’s shoulders slumped, and he held his head in one hand upon hearing the confirmation.

“So, it really was me…shit.” He said, his voice completely devoid of any kind of emotion. It was completely broken, apathetic. We had seen three other people have to accept they lost the trial, but this one was different. Yokozawa-san, he…

“This is bullshit.” Okanaya-kun cursed. “Monokuma, are you seriously saying that Yokozawa’s the culprit when it was fuckin’ Graves’ fault?! How the fuck is that fair?!”

Monokuma tilted his head, “Fair? I think it’s pretty fair. After all, you guys all know how the rules work. You’re all free to use those rules however you want. Technically, Karma Graves is a smarty pants for being able to come up with a great plan like this! You can technically be responsible for as many deaths as you want and be unable to get punished for it!”

“The rules shouldn’t be allowed to be used like that…! D-dammit!” Kobo kicked the podium.

“Hey! I’m tolerant to a lot of things, but if you damage the trial room in the slightest way, I won’t hesitate to punish you!” Monokuma warned.

“Shut up, bastard! You think I’m gonna fuckin’ let this one slide!? I don’t give a shit about the official ruling, Yokozawa ain’t at fault here!”

“Stop it, Okanaya-kun. You’re just embarrassing yourself at this point.” Yokozawa-san said.

“What?! You can’t be alright with this!”

“Of course, I’m not. I’m pissed off as well…but it’s not a big deal. Seriously, just let it go. I just gotta know though…why did you do this, Graves-san? Why all of this? If you knew that Kurohiko-kun and Asano-san were planning to die, why do all of this?”

Graves-san stared at Yokozawa-san with an empty gaze, “because there’s no way I was going to wait another trial to pass by before killing you.”

What? What the hell is she saying?

“So, your goal was to kill Yokozawa from the start? Then why not just fess up the truth from the start? What about those moments where you were preventing us from reaching the truth?” Sly-san said.

“…I so wish Junpei could have stayed alive but that stopped being an option after everything I learned recently. My lab is super useful, you know? I wonder if the mastermind set it up like that on purpose? Did they maybe manipulate the situation so I would act like this, and if that’s true, is it true for all the other motives too? Curious. Suuuuuper curious.”

“Th-the fuck are you talking about…?” Okanaya-kun stepped back instinctively. The more Graves-san spoke, the less sense she was making, and the darker her expression got. Does she know something that the rest of us don’t know? Is there something in her lab?

“Could it be…did you find something out about our situation?” Kurosaki-san asked.

Graves-san stared intently at Kurosaki-san before smirking, “Shouldn’t you already know that Yuuki?” She said with an almost teasing tone.

Kurosaki-san stared at her cautiously, then for a split second his eyes widened. I didn’t miss that look of horror in his expression before he tipped his hat down to hide his face, “How much do you know, huh? What did you find out?”

“I know plenty about you~!” She said in a sing-songy tone, “What was it you introduced yourself as again? The ‘Ultimate Explorer’? What a cool title when you get down to what it means, but I wonder what the point was in lying to everyone about that?”

Huh?

“L-lying?” Kirishima-san repeated.

“Yuuki Kurosaki isn’t the Ultimate Explorer. Judging from his talent lab, it’s got absolutely nothing to do with that. You should really think through some stuff more, the Ultimate Theorist should have been able to figure out I might have security cameras in my lab.”

…Theorist?

“Kurosaki.” Sly-san stepped towards him.

“Ублюдок!” Kurosaki-san exclaimed and before any of us could react, he had Graves-san pinned against the trial stand. “You would dare?! Do you even realise what you’ve done by saying that?! You could have very well killed us all!”

“Ahahahahah! That doesn’t matter!” Graves-san laughed almost carefreely.

“Doesn’t matter?!” He spat.

Before anyone blinked, Graves-san had Kurosaki-san on the floor, pinning his arm to his back and held it in place with her foot. “Let me clarify something, we can kill each other as much as we want, and it doesn’t mean a damn thing in the end. Do what you want everybody because it’s totally fine as long as we’re in this killing game!”

“Y-you’ve lost your fuckin’ mind…!” Okanaya-kun said.

“On the contrary, knowing what I know I can finally stop holding back! I’ve been so stressed out that I was worried about what I might do when the pressure gets to be too much, but I’m totally relaxed now! I can do whatever I want!”

“Those words…you think we’d ever let you run wild and do what you please?” Amaterasu-san’s stance changed as if ready to pounce onto Graves-san.

Graves-san tutted and shook her head. “So aggressive. Don’t make me break Yuuki’s arm. That would just leave him super vulnerable for anyone to pick him off. And let’s be honest without him and Ryuu, you all would’ve gotten us all killed by the second trial.”

“Go ahead and try, I’ll separate your head from your body before you can do it.” Sly-san threatened, reaching into his hoodie.

“Cool! A trial right after we just finished one? I wonder if that’s a record? What do you think Monokuma?”

“Upupupupu~ It certainly would be the fastest it’s taken.” Monokuma added. Is he really not going to stop this? Would he really just them all fight each other like this?

“Stop it! All of you!” Yokozawa-san exclaimed. Everyone’s heads turned to him. His eyebrows were turned downwards, almost like he was getting impatient. Annoyed, even. Like everybody arguing right now was just some kind of inconvenience to him. He just turns to Monokuma, “Hey. Are you sure this is alright? I’m not sure if this is right.” Is he…talking to Monokuma?

“Wellllllll~ It’s definitely a new experience. But shouldn’t we try to always experience something new? New can be good and fresh! And it’s getting very exciting!” Monokuma said.

“So, you think it’ll…” Yokozawa-san’s voice trailed off, as if the rest of the sentence was already obvious.

“When does it not? Don’t you stress so much!” Monokuma responded.

“If that’s the case then I have no objections to all of this. But let’s make it quick, and I don’t want one of those damn chains dragging me away. I’ll cooperate and all that, so just let me walk there myself.” Yokozawa-san said.

“Y…Yokozawa-kun? Is it me, or are you acting very strangely casual about all of this?” Kirishima-san asked. Yokozawa-san’s eyes passed over all of us, taking in each of our perplexed expressions, until he landed on the only one who didn’t seem confused at all by his tone or words.

“I assume you understand it’s better for you to keep what you know to yourself. Right?” Yokozawa-san asked Graves-san.

She just grinned and nodded, “Of course. I’m not going to let this pass me by.” Graves-san said.

“Hold on now! I still don’t get what’s going on! Yokozawa, why the hell’re you talking so casually to Monokuma?! How the hell can you be so calm about the fact you’re about to die?! And most importantly…the fuck’re you and Graves talkin’ about?” Okanaya-kun badgered him. One question coming quickly after another. Each other, making Yokozawa-san’s expression sourer and sourer.

Graves-san could only laugh. A full belly-laugh that filled the trial room. “Awww dude, don’t you understand it? Of course, Junpei is being so casual with Monokuma. Wouldn’t you talk pretty casually with a good co-worker?” Everyone falls silent, staring at Graves-san or Yokozawa-san. Dumfound. That was the only word for everyone’s faces.

“Co-workers?” Sly-san almost whispers.

“Co-workers!” Graves-san repeats cheerfully, “That was one of the things I found out thanks to my talent lab! Turns out Junpei wasn’t actually trying to figure out the wi-fi password the whole time he was in his talent lab. He was talking to Monokuma a whoooole bunch! Talking about progression of the killing game and about their goals and everything. Yeah…Junpei Yokozawa is actually on Monokuma’s side. Always has been.”

“Tch!” Junpei clicked his tongue, “You heard all of that? What a pain in the ass. No wonder you’re acting so well informed.”

“Hey.” Kobo-kun says, his voice deeper than usual, “You better refute what was just said.”

“Graves-san, it’s already annoying that you told them all that, but in the future be careful with what kind of information you reveal. If you tell everyone stuff too soon, you’ll probably just end up getting yourself killed and you don’t want that.”

Graves-san scoffs, “As if it matters.”

“Hey! Of course, it matters! The killing game is very serious business, so you better not think of throwing your life away so easily, got it?!” Monokuma snaps.

“Exactly! What Monokuma said!” Kirishima-san agrees.

“Don’t agree with him.” Amaterasu-san says.

“Isn’t this an exception?” Kirishima replies.

I’m sure I would have missed what happened next if I blinked. All of a sudden, Sly-san’s hand was wrapped tightly around Yokozawa-san’s neck, nearly holding him off the ground. I’d never seen Sly-san make an expression like this before- sure I had seen him angry before but this felt completely different.

His eyes were laser-focused on Yokozawa-san. The veins in his hands were protruding from the tension along his arm and in his grip but the rest of the features were eerily neutral. No smile. No scowl. No emotion whatsoever.

This must be the Ultimate Assassin’s face of bloodlust.

“Enough of the comedy act. Talk. What is the relationship between you and Monokuma, in full.” He says evenly. So calmly that it’s unsettling.

“Herr Knives, stop.”

“Not until he starts answering.”

Yokozawa-san grins, his voice is breathy are full of cracks, “Y…you think you can make me talk? I’m gonna die anyway…you gonna kill me?”

Sly-san’s free hand dips below the neckline of his hoodie, “I’ll certainly make it more painful than whatever execution Monokuma can think up, that’s for sure. So, I’ll ask again: what’s the full relationship between you and Monokuma?”

Yokozawa-san’s eyes drift over to Monokuma who is watching this happen silently from his chair. The lack of response seems to be enough of an answer for Yokozawa-san, “Fine.”

Sly-san’s eyes lose their intensity almost instantly and he drops Yokozawa-san. He stumbles and supports himself on the trial podium, rubbing the bruising that’s already beginning to show on his neck.

He takes a second to gather his thoughts before speaking, “There’s only so much I’m really able to tell you all, so I’ll give you the simple version. Like Graves-san says, I work with Monokuma- or rather, the person controlling Monokuma. I guess you could say I’m like a…middleman. Someone that can keep an eye on the game itself from the inside.”

“What exactly does that entail?” Kurosaki-san asks.

“To sum it up, my job was to report back anything interesting I learned that Monokuma’s controller might have missed whilst dealing with other matters. And if all else failed, I was to either instigate or commit a murder.”

“And you and Monokuma…who is it you work for? Some kind of organisation? Are you just a pair that works together that orchestrated this by yourselves?” I ask. Yokozawa-san glances over at Monokuma, as if asking for permission.

“Now now. You guys don’t want all the spoilers, do you? Where’s the fun in that?!” Monokuma sing-songs, “If you reveal all the secrets too early, then what’s the point in playing the game until its ending? You guys have start using your noggins!”

“Shut up! We deserve some fucking answers after all we’ve been through!” Okanaya-kun argues.

“You guys haven’t earned those answers at all! You’re lucky I even gave you that much info! Don’t you know that exposition dumps at the end is my thing?!” Monokuma’s claws protrude further from his paw as he speaks.

“If Monokuma says I can’t speak anymore then I’ve gotta listen. He’s my boss after all.” Yokozawa-san says.

“He’s going to kill you in a moment, you do realise that, right?” Amaterasu-san says.

Yokozawa-san shrugs nonchalantly, “I know the risks. But it’ll all be worth it as long as we reach our goal in the end. We are still on track to do so, right?”

“Yep! Just leave it all to me and everything will be smooth sailing.” Monokuma promises.

“Then it’s all good. Nothing left to say…well, almost nothing,” He looks towards Graves-san, “I feel sorry for you the most. Knowing what’s coming next, I regret not being able to be there to try and help you circumvent it. Still, you’ve made your bed. I’m sure you’ll learn to sleep in it.”

Graves-san doesn’t say anything, the smile plastered on their lips doesn’t drop. They just stare at Yokozawa-san, unmoving. It seems the conversation is over to the both of them, even if it ends cryptically.

“If that’s all, then it’s time to get the show on the road, don’t you think?! I’ve prepared a very special punishment for our Ultimate Blogger, Junpei Yokozawa!”

Yokozawa-san sighs, “God, you’re not gonna take it easy on me then? I guess I’m not surprised. It wouldn’t be fair for me to participate and have you guys treat me any differently. In that case I’m at least gonna accept it gracefully,” Yokozawa-san raises a hand into the air and with a defiant smirk, flips off the whole room, “Don’t go forgetting my name or my face. I’ll make you all regret it.”

“Let’s give it everything we’ve got! Iiiiiiit’s PUNISHMENT TIME!!!!!!”

-Game Over- -Junpei Yokozawa has been found Guilty!- -Commencing Execution-

Like clockwork, it repeats. When Yokozawa-san has been dragged away in chains, the monitor flashes on to display him sat in a dimly lit room, the only light source being from a computer monitor a couple of feet in front of him. Displayed on the monitor is a webpage that’s titled “Daily Updates with Yokozawa-kyun~”. A message begins to type in the text box:

-Ugh. Can’t believe that I got splashed by a car today! #Unlucky-

When the “Send” button is pressed, something squeaks, and water pours from above and drenches Yokozawa. His eyes wide in cold-water shock, shivering in his restraints as the next text box beings to type.

-Junpei Yokozawa’s Execution: Junpei’s Daily Life!-

The next posts finishes typing:

-Just dropped a knife in the kitchen! Might need to see a doctor about this #klutz-

When the “Send” button is pressed this time a knife shoots out from the dark and skewers itself through Yokozawa-san’s calf. He lets out a scream just before a second knife shoots out from behind the monitor and imbeds itself into Yokozawa-san’s shoulder.

The posts continue on and on with the same theme. A spanner falls and strikes Yokozawa-san on the head. A cigarette burns the back of his hand. Hot oil is splashed on his clothes and skin, the flesh bubbling from the scaling liquid. Then it’s another blade to his arm, an iron to the back of his head. On and on and on.

Yokozawa-san’s left bloodied and bruised and still soaked from the water that was originally splashed over him. One eye is sealed shut from a hammer striking him in the side of the head. He struggles to read the blog in front of him anymore, the letters blur together. Then the chair he’s sat in move forward slowly. Closer to the monitor until the letters begin to come into focus.

-I feel exhausted. But still, I’m think I’ll survive it all-

Yokozawa-san’s good eye widens in surprise when he reads the text. A smile that’s filled with chipped and blood-stained teeth begins to show until he hears a spark above him. He looks upwards at a falling electrical cable descending towards him, then back to the post in front of him as the wire pasts his face.

-LOL #JustKidding-

The wire drops onto Yokozawa-san and instantly the electrical current surges through his body with the water as a conductor. The rooms sparks and the monitor short circuits momentarily but it finally blacks out for several moments. An announcement of a backup generator plays and the screen turns back on. Showing the still body of Yokozawa-san, now covered in electrical burns. Unresponsive. Unmoving.

Dead.

___

We all stand in silence. It’s so much to take in. Yokozawa-san, who we had just learned to have been tricked into being the killer was tricked because he was actually working with Monokuma- or rather, the person controlling Monokuma whoever that is. Then we had to watch Yokozawa-san be treated just like any other participant of the killing game. An execution just as brutal as any other.

“You’re sick.” I say without waiting for Monokuma to come in with a silence-breaker.

“Oh? Are you not happy? You guys just eliminated a spy within your midst, you should be overjoyed with yourselves! I’d say this is a very productive day for the team!” Monokuma says cheerily.

“Don’t mock us. And you still owe us answers.” Sly-san says. When Monokuma tilts his head, his eyes narrow impatiently, “Just who the hell is Yokozawa? Was he really an Ultimate? Or was he just an accomplice for you? After all…Ultimate Blogger is something that you could pretty easily lie to us all about.”

“But I’m sure I had heard of Yokozawa-kun before I joined Hope’s Peak, so I’m sure he must’ve been a real Ultimate.” Kirishima-san says.

“Of course, he was a real Ultimate! I only allow Ultimates to play the killing game. Nobody wants to see a bunch of talentless nobodies try to kill each other, there’s absolutely no pizzazz in a situation like that. In fact, you should be the happiest of all with this outcome, Kirishima!”

“M-me?”

“Weren’t you the one that tried to talk sense into Yokozawa after the last class trial? He broke down and was blaming Nagata left and right about his lucky talent being totally useless and you tried to give him a big inspirational speech. But after all that, it looks like he was just trying to manipulate you all into forming a thicker sense of distrust between you. Doesn’t that just suck for you?”

Kirishima-san looks down at her feet and runs her fingers through the middle strand of her hair. I try to reach out to say something but-

“And same goes for you all. I mean, that was Kurohiko’s killer! You should be super happy, Hokama! And since Sly and Kurosaki have been trying so hard to end the killing game then they should be happy an accomplice for the game was killed!” Monokuma continues.

“I’m not happy at all.” Amaterasu-san retorts.

“Oh? Why’s that?” Monokuma asks.

“Because Junpei-chan isn’t the reason Doi-chan’s dead. Karma is.” Amaterasu-san turns her glare towards Graves-san who hasn’t moved an inch, the same smile still plastered in place. Almost like a statue.

“Don’t think we’ve forgotten so quickly. No matter who Yokozawa actually was, you were quite happy to use him in order to kill Kurohiko. I won’t so easily overlook such actions.” Sly-san says, his eyes almost glowing a bloody colour.

“Aren’t you overreacting? Doi was gonna die after the class trial anyway, so what does it matter if I just sped up the process and also took out an enemy?” Graves-san asks with a shrug.

“No matter what your motivation were, it shows you have no respect for the rules of the killing game. If you’re going to bend the rules to do whatever you want, then it makes you the most dangerous person in this group.”

“I’m really not. At least I’ve been upfront with all of you about everything I’m thinking this whole time. Yuuki on the other hand…well, he’s had pretty much everything figured out from day one and has refused to indulge anyone with the information except for Sly. Now, that doesn’t make him seem trustworthy at all does it?”

“The Ultimate Theorist.” Amaterasu-san recalls.

“Wait, how do you know if Kurosaki-kun told Sly-kun anything?” Kirishima-san questioned.

“Easy! When I revealed it, Sly wasn’t surprised in the least. Which implies he already got told this info, or he knew the information beforehand. I wonder, what is your guys’ relationship? Could you possibly also have some kind of connection to this killing game that you’re hiding?”

“Don’t be ridiculous. Of course, we don’t. We’re trying to end the killing game.” Sly-san says.

“By keeping the rest of us in the dark?”

“That’s not it, Herr Okanaya-“

“Save it. Everyone…everyone here is lying. Or hiding something. Or shutting people out. It’s bullshit! I’m just…” Okanaya-kun’s voice trails off, his shoulders sag, “I’m so fucking exhausted. I can’t deal you people anymore.”

“Okanaya-kun-“

“Don’t even get me started on you, Nagata!” He snaps, “Listen. I meant what I said about you being important in the class trials, but I know you’re hiding shit from us all as well! I’m just so over it! All these secrets, I just can’t keep up anymore!”

“Oh~ So even our precious Ryuu is hiding secrets as well?” Graves-san grins.

The archives he means. When Amaterasu-san and I were looking for evidence on the truth on the killing game. I still can’t tell any of them about it. Dammit.

“I’m…sorry.”

“You always are.” Okanaya-kun whispers in a voice that feels so heart-breaking to me, “I just…I can’t do this tonight. There’s too much going on.” He says, making his way to the elevator. Nobody stops him or says anything as he hits the button and starts returning to the surface. I didn’t even realise until I drew my eyes away from him, but Monokuma seems to have disappeared at some point during the arguing.

Kirishima-san lets go of the middle strand of her hair and finally speaks up, “E…even if Okanaya-kun is struggling. I still trust everybody! We…we can still-“

“Trust everybody? You really trust everybody? Does that include me then, Rina?” Graves-san asks.

Kirishima-san hesitates then purses her lips, and ultimately answers, “Yes. Even you, Graves-san. I think you want the killing to end. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have done what you did. That’s why I think we can still trust you.”

Graves-san laughs, “Is that so? Then will you kill someone for me? After all, you trust me so much that you must understand that if I want someone dead it’s for the good of the group!”

Kirishima-san freezes when asked the question, like a deer in the headlights, “N…no, I don’t want anyone else to die. Please don’t ask me to do that again. We should try and co-operate to end the killing game. We have to…end the killing game as soon as we can.”

“Then we’re on the same page! Let’s work together and end this killing game as soon as possible, right?” Graves-san exclaims. Then, before Kirishima-san can respond to Graves-san, they scamper off to the elevator and ride it back up to the school building.

Kurosaki-san, Sly-san, Kirishima-san, and Amaterasu-san are all silent. I don’t even have a means to break the silence. What can I even say? Kurosaki-san looks so broken in this moment…

The Ultimate Theorist.

…now isn’t the time to quiz him on this. He’s clearly not in the right state to answer either…”Let’s go back.” I say.

Without any verbal response, we all file into the elevator and ride it back up. Finally putting an end to the 4th class trial.

-Chapter 4, Post Trial, Yuuki-

Yuuki sits solemnly on his bed, Sly staring down at him with crossed arms. They had been quiet since they got back. Sly was clearly waiting for some kind of indication of what to do next. He always had something to say so it was unsettling for him to be so quiet. He gives in and clicks his tongue.

“Kurosaki. Talk to me. What’s our move?”

“We’re doomed now.” Yuuki says.

Sly’s eyes narrow, “Come again?”

“We’ve gone off-book. I showed you my theory book and this isn’t what’s supposed to happen. All this rule-bending and everybody finding out about my true talent. With their perception of me forever changed, I can’t do what I need to do in order to end the killing game…I’m sorry Sly. After everything I got you involved in, I can’t even deliver you the promised results…I’m a failure.”

Sly stares at the wallowing boy. His body is tense with anger. “You’re just giving up then?”

“I don’t have time to draft new theories. There’s no way to know what’s going to come next. Graves…Graves has changed the course of fate. We might very well be doomed now.”

That’s enough, Sly decides. He turns and goes for the door. It’s unbelievable. After everything he’s done, Yuuki wants to say Sly’s work means nothing? There’s no way he can accept that. He ignores Yuuki calling after him and leaves the door with a loud slam of the door.

…

If bending the rules is the only way to move forward, then maybe the rules should bend to their breaking point.

-Chapter 4, Post Trial, ???-

Monokuma stirs his tea and stares at the person sat in front of him, kicking his legs in the air, “You know! It shouldn’t be much longer until we have enough! Do you think you’ll be satisfied?”

{REDACTED}

“I get you, I get you. But it’s all on track. I’m sure everything will go as planned, and then the killing game can end on a happy note! Won’t it be just so exciting when it comes!”

{REDACTED}

“Well, maybe you feel like that, but I guarantee that not everybody shares the same perspective. Of course, I always share your opinion. Fun part of being controlled, I guess. I’m a fan! Though doesn’t it mean that you’re just talking to yourself in situations like this?”

{REDACTED}

“Fine, fine. In that case, I’ll keep doing what you want…let’s just hope the results are what we’re looking for. I’m excited either way…so very excited! Upupupupu~”

-Chapter 4: The Sky is just a Skip Away END-

-7 Students Remain-

#DKronpa #chapters #fanganronpa #fangan ronpa #danganronpa fangan

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ihenvs3000w23 · 1 year

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Nature & Music

Throughout history, music has played a large role in shaping cultures and values into specific relationships with nature. Music, just like nature is made up of subcomponents which play a role in the entirety. Every piece is significant in its own way whether it be the melody or the soil composition. As stated in the notes, the addition of some form of media, in this case music, takes a program from something good to something great. Music can be viewed as something universal, but I feel as though music is also a privilege to many. Being able to make music is one privilege, while being able to hear or feel is another. Furthermore, I believe that music is within nature as nature is within music. Music can be heard in nature with the sound of birds singing or the sound of the ocean. In terms of nature within music, many cultures use sounds from nature as a way of meditating and connecting with themselves. Other artists use these sound effects as a part of their melody or as inspiration for lyrics. In addition, certain instruments have been made from materials from nature and have been created to mimic the sounds that are made in nature.

When I reflect on a song that immediately takes me to a natural landscape it is called Space Song by Beach House. Near my home, there are escarpments and whenever I head this song, I think about how they look at nighttime. When I was in high school, my friends and I would park our cars and look out at the escarpments and I can vividly remember this song playing. So, now whenever I am around the area, this song needs to play and when I miss home, I tend to play this song.

This is not to say that there are no other pieces of music that remind me of natural landscapes, but that is the main one. I feel as though many people will choose actually music from nature, but I do not believe that would be an authentic answer of mine. However, when I choose to do yoga or meditate, I choose to listen to sounds of a rainforest. I do not know if I am the only one that finds instrumental music with rain overlapping as a source of comfort and relaxation, but I recommend it. In previous courses, I learned about the importance that human connectiveness with nature has on human happiness. One main factor was the positive impact that the sounds of nature have on stress and mood in people and there are studies such as the one by Buxton et al., which analyzes these health benefits. I was curious if any of you find that you become more productive or calm when you listen to natural sounds? If not, what sounds bring you Zen? If so, what is your go to nature sound or playlist?

Buxton, R. T., Pearson, A. L., Allou, C., & Wittemyer, G. (2021, March 22). A synthesis of health benefits of natural sounds and their ... - pnas. A synthesis of health benefits of natural sounds and their distribution in national parks . Retrieved February 28, 2023, from https://www.pnas.org/doi/10.1073/pnas.2013097118

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sometimesrosy · 2 years

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Hi Rosy, hope you're having a grand day. What do you usually do to occupy your mind when completing mindless tasks, like eating, cleaning the room, etc? If I don't do anything, my anxious brain just ruminates on my fears. So I try to read the news while I eat, but that obviously just makes it worse. Lately, I've taken to watching reality tv while I eat, but I'm sick of it as it just feels like a silly escape. What do you do? What websites do you go on? What media do you consume?

Hey how are you?

I can answer this question. My brain never turns off and I have to *do stuff* to make it calm down.

First off, you probably could try retraining your brain to stop doom scrolling. It's easy to say "what if the world ended???!!" and go off the rails that way. Thinking everything will turn out bad is just as unrealistic as thinking it will all be just great. So you might start asking yourself "what if things went well?" in addition to the doom question.

Another way to calm that anxiety is to recognize that IF things all went to crap that you would actually be able to handle it. You have to learn to trust yourself that you COULD deal with whatever comes your way. It takes a while to learn to trust yourself, but as that comes along, it makes dealing with everything easier.

BUT how do I personally do to deal with my non-stop brain? Some things take enough attention that I don't need a secondary brain filler. Like writing, cooking, and painting.

Some things I need something to occupy my brain while my hands are busy-- or the other way around, if I'm honest. Something to occupy my hands while my brain is busy.

For eating? It's pretty much the only time I watch tv lately. I watch "Home Town" on HGTV while I eat, skipping all the ads and some of the craft projects. I like Ben and Erin and I like their renovations. It's become a comfort show. They're so goshdarn nice.

During the day, for those downtimes, I read something soft and comforting. Right now, that's historical romance books. I tried some YA fantasy but you know what? That gave me anxiety. I was like omg are they going to die I can't read it I need to take a break, then I reread an old favorite romance.

HOWEVER, I realized that while I'm reading this fluffy stuff, my hands need to be busy. I was doing a lot of candy crush and farm heroes or any other soft puzzle thing on my phone, or scrolling instagram. Not twitter, twitter is too sharp for brain calming. That was about when I realized that I probably have ADHD, because I don't think normal people have this problem where their brain doesn't stop going.

When I was a kid in class or an adult in meetings, I used to DOODLE like a master. Fill a whole page while listening. It helped me concentrate, or perhaps kept part of my brain occupied while paying attention to the meeting/class. That actually would work now, if I wanted to listen to podcasts or audio books. I've got a hearing sensitivity now though, so I have to be careful about listening to stuff, but you probably don't, so that might work for you for those mindless tasks that you're worried about. I'm in this romance book club now and a lot of them use audiobooks.

A few years ago, I used to watch prime time tv while I was painting. It was remarkable how much I got done. If you have to turn on something while cleaning or whatever, a nice silly sitcom might work, even if you've watched it before. Or listen to musicals. Hamilton. Beetlejuice. Encanto. Singing is a good way to calm anxiety. I mean, literally, the vibrations do something to your nervous system and it releases endorphins and oxytocin.

I definitely use fiction to take me away from anxiety, and I am not sorry. Don't worry about your escapism being silly. I don't believe in guilty pleasures. If you like your reality tv then do it. If you're getting tired of it, then scan around for something that fills your needs better. It's okay to drop a program. I mean, I used to keep The Walking Dead on all the time while I was doing marketing work. It helped me keep from getting distracted in those moments when things were downloading or I had to wait. And because I'd already seen it multiple times, it didn't stress me out, despite being a very stressful show. I'm over TWD now, but that doesn't mean it didn't fill my needs then.

Oh. There's one more thing I have started using and I'm not sure if it helps with anxiety, but I've started using those fidget toys while I'm reading. It makes it so I can keep concentrating on the book without getting distracted.

Oh yeah that definitely sounds like adhd. Honestly, how did I get this old without realizing it wasn't just my personality.

#rosyanswers #anxiety #downtime #escapism #adhd

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(You Belong | Turn On The Sunlightから)

You Belong by Turn On The Sunlight

Multi-instrumentalist, composer and producer Jesse Peterson is the heart and constant thread of the musical project Turn On The Sunlight. 'You Belong' is the fifth in an ongoing series of records that Peterson has made with a community of his close friends and collaborators, including his beloved wife, Mia Doi Todd, bright Orange laughter luminary Laraaji, experimental and folkloric visionary Luis Pérez Ixoneztli, and his frequent partner in rhyme, percussionist and producer Carlos Niño. The sound here is a perfect mixture of folk, ambient, spiritual jazz and peaceful open space improvisational flow. 'You Belong' was made in the Glendale, California, Home Studio of Peterson and Todd during 2021 and 2022. "The sudden shift in expectations and trajectory that I and many people have experienced in the past couple of years allowed me to access certain feelings and memories from the more distant past that might have been less accessible before, which probably accounts for my sudden urge to reach out to Cavana," recounts Peterson of the album's main featured collaborator Cavana Lee. "Making the album was a helpful way of working through these thoughts and feelings because of the high level of expression that the participating musicians brought to it, like I was being led by their example. ‘You Belong’ is the most collaborative of all the Turn On The Sunlight records," Peterson continues, "in that almost every song features different musicians. It grew out of a variety of collaborations in our home studio and incorporates friends recording themselves in other locations throughout the world, so it felt like the circle was growing as the album grew, which was a nice feeling. Cavana's singing is a new element and it was exciting to hear how her voice brought out the heart of the music." At the center of the 4 key pieces that weave this album together is a truly unique symbiosis between Peterson and Cavana Lee (who met in boarding school in 1992). Lee (the daughter of magical jazz, avant-garde singer Jeanne Lee and multi-instrumentalist, composer, band leader, independent record label pioneer Gunter Hampel) remembers what it was like when she heard from Peterson out of the blue about whether she was open to writing and recording to several of his new pieces. "We were in the middle of the pandemic," recalls Lee, who lives in Berlin, "and the music industry had stopped where it was. As a singer, I suddenly had no access to public venues… I had just given up my singing space because that was forbidden in Germany at that time. Just then Jesse reached out and asked if I was interested… I was very slow in recording because I had very low digital skills at the time… I am quite an analog person. I remember the reaction I had when I heard the piece we now call “You Belong", with Laraaji. It was so full of life’s facets and in touch with Nature, I felt inspired to dedicate my voice in this song to the natural spirit of the Universe (at least how I perceive it). Also inspired by the space journeys of Sun Ra and my own father's improvised compositions, I imagine that this is what the wind, the sun, any of the elements that travel through space and the ethers would say to human beings right now. A message full of Love and Connection at a time where things felt really disconnected and disjointed. I needed this message for myself, I suppose. That’s how that track developed," Lee reflects, "it brought me there." 'You Belong' finds Peterson as the catalyst for and caretaker of advanced togetherness where an array of adventurous musicians and creative artists are featured atop and intertwined with his swirling foundations and welcoming arrangements. In addition to everyone mentioned above, “You Belong” has contributions from gyil master SK Kakraba, saxophonist Randal Fisher, trumpeter Sean Okaguchi, guitarist Fabiano Do Nascimento, keyboardist Surya Botofasina, experimentalist Sam Gendel, bassist Ricardo Dias Gomes, bass clarinetist Pablo Calogero, flautist Aisha Mars, pianist Jamael Dean, drummers Andres Renteria and Efa Etoroma Jr., and his close friends from New York, Mike Wexler and Koen Holtkamp. Produced and mixed by Jesse Peterson,'You Belong' is remarkable and diverse, a cohesive album that sings of Universal Family, Caring, Being, and openness. Lee reveals, “‘You Belong’ is a Love declaration from Nature to us. It is a salve. It is a reminder of what we have forgotten. That forgetfulness is causing collective pain. ‘You Belong’ is an invitation to remember." Peterson concurs, “‘You Belong’ affirms that we can all be our whole beings and are all part of the whole of being. Music is a force that moves through us all, and that feeling can be transmitted through our expression, whether we're consciously aware of it or not, we all belong… we are all involved…” クレジット2022年10月14日リリース Music by Jesse Peterson & Friends featuring Cavana Lee Produced and Mixed by Jesse Peterson Recorded by Jesse Peterson throughout 2021 and 2022 in Glendale, CA, with additional recording by Byron Westbrook, Cavana Lee, Belail Lee-Hampel, Ricardo Dias Gomes, Luis Pérez Ixoneztli, Sam Gendel, Mike Wexler, Koen Holtkamp, and Carlos Niño. Mastering by Collin Gorman Weiland Art & Design by Steve Rosborough 01. Father and Child (featuring SK Kakraba) SK Kakraba – gyil Randal Fisher – saxophone Sean Okaguchi – trumpet Fabiano do Nascimento – caixixi & guitar Carlos Niño – percussion Jesse Peterson – flute, violin, synthesizer, drum programming & goat bells 02. You Belong (featuring Cavana Lee) Cavana Lee – voice Laraaji – zither Efa Etoroma Jr. – cymbals Carlos Niño – percussion Jesse Peterson – violin 03. Open Air (featuring SK Kakraba) SK Kakraba – gyil Carlos Niño – percussion Jesse Peterson – synthesizer 04. Back To The Sea (featuring Laraaji) Laraaji – voice & kalimba Surya Botofasina – synthesizers Luis Pérez Ixoneztli – aerophones & percussion Sam Gendel – analog wind synthesizer Jesse Peterson – marimba 05. Naturally (featuring Cavana Lee) Cavana Lee – voice Ricardo Dias Gomes – bass & drum programming Mike Wexler & Koen Holtkamp – synthesizer Pablo Calogero – bass clarinet Carlos Niño – percussion Jesse Peterson – marimba 06. Earthwaves (featuring Cavana Lee) Cavana Lee – voice Pablo Calogero – bass clarinet Carlos Niño – percussion Jesse Peterson – marimba, synthesizer & flute 07. Our Growing Family (featuring Joao) Pablo Calogero – bass clarinet Aisha Mars – flute Joao – voice Carlos Niño – percussion Jesse Peterson – synthesizer 08. Ulumalu Moonbow (featuring Mia Doi Todd & Ricardo Dias Gomes) Mia Doi Todd – voice Ricardo Dias Gomes – bass & synthesizer Randal Fisher – saxophone Carlos Niño – percussion Jesse Peterson – electric piano & synthesizer 09. Rain Song (featuring Pablo Calogero & Jamael Dean) Jamael Dean – piano Pablo Calogero – bass clarinet Andres Renteria – congas Carlos Niño – percussion Jesse Peterson – organ 10. Coquí (Vinyl Exclusive) (featuring Cavana Lee) Cavana Lee – voice Pablo Calogero – bass clarinet Efa Etoroma Jr. – drums Jesse Peterson – synthesizer Special thanks to my dear friend Carlos Niño for being here on this ride… Love to my beautiful family and all families, human and beyond!ライセンスAll rights reserved

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sweetxcharming · 3 years

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Mommy!Calypso small fic (it is influenced by "Experiment on me", "Hurricane" and "Control" - Halsey)

⚠️Warning: sensitive themes, like baby loss, are explicitly showed. If it makes you feel bad, I recommend you not to read. Thank you.

Basic informations first:

Calypso is, in The Odissey, a mother. She have, with Odisseus, 3 boys. This is important;

None of her kids is mentioned by Rick. So, basically, they could easily be taken by Odisseus when he got away;

Following this idea, Calypso already lost 3 kids by the next events

"Calypso had a kid. A baby boy. Hers and Leo's. Sitting on that sofa, late at night, she just couldn't believe that she was a mother once again.

'He's pretty cute, hum?' Leo looked at his baby, named Miguel. 'He have your eyes'

'But he's a mini-you, after all' She stared at that child wrapped around a cover she herself had made. The bit of curled hair on Miguel's head, a bit lighter than his father's. But the same small nose, the same lips, not as full as hers, the same pointy ears. 'He's perfect'

'He sure is.' The demigod looked at his girlfriend and Calypso returned the stare.

She knew she wasn't 100%; she felt her hair in a loose lace, the front on her eyes. The white dress had some stains; near her breasts, down her womb. Some of milk, some of blood, some of liquids she was still putting out. She wanted to go and take another shower, but right now that wasn't important.

Her boy was.

'Hey guys, how you doi--' The couple raised their looks at the TV room's door. Apollo, with Lityerses and Jo by each of his side, stopped instantly when he saw the kid sleeping in Calypso's arms. 'What is this?'

'He's here.' Leo smiled, getting up and closer to the god. 'He finally is bor--'

'You knew it?' Apollo interrupted Leo, looking at Calypso. 'You... You knew it?'

Calypso didn't responded. She just wrapped her baby closer to her chest. Leo looked at her, then at Apollo. Jo seamed to notice something wrong, but Lit was still a bit confused.

'Of course she did?' Leo answered, letting out a dry chuckle and raising his hands, pointing at the two people behind him. 'She... Pushed him out. For, like, hours. How can she not know he was born--'

'Leo, stop' Calypso murmured.

'I'm not talking about the birth' Apollo was different. He was rude, in defensive; scared. 'I'm talking bout what was birthed--'

'My son' Calypso answered, not looking up. 'I gave birth to my son--'

'THIS IS A TITAN!' The sun god screamed, pointing with his arms in Calypso and Miguel's directions. 'THIS IS THE PROBLEM! A TITAN!'

'A... Titan?' Leo looked confused. He stared at the nymph with the baby. She looked smaller. 'H-how?'

'How you think?' Apollo sounded a bit ironic. 'Have never passed your mind that, maybe, a goddess and a demigod could have a... Devine baby? I thought you were good at maths'

'But... She's a mortal' Leo chuckle again, searching for something realistic. 'She's not a goddess anymore'

'A nymph is still a type of goddess.' Jo said. She was now in the middle of the room, maybe to stop anything that could start. 'A mortal kind. And... Calypso is a titan. A titan nymph, a titan mortal goddess'

'And you knew that?' He stared at his foster mom, turning to Calypso. 'Do you... Knew it could happen?'

'I knew' Calypso spoke, her voice cracked, her head down. Her face wasn't visible. 'I knew it was happening inside me. I knew it.'

'Why... Didn't you tell me?' Leo didn't sounded mad. He stepped down on his knees, holding her face with his both hands. 'Why you didn't told me bout our baby? I wouldn't be mad or anything. I just... It doesn't make sense to me.'

'I didn't wanted to loose another baby' She murmured, almost impossible to understand. 'I didn't wanted him to be taken too...'

Leo didn't responded. He hugged her, taking care with his son's small body. He knew bout Calypso's past. She told him, it were on books. It was just different to see all that baggage reflecting on her for the first big time.

'That's okay, that's okay, I'm here, no one is taking our baby away...'

'I wouldn't be that sure...' Apollo said, walking into the nearest chair and sitting.

Calypso raised her eyes, fear on them. She just couldn't believe she heared it.

'What?' She moved on her place, making Leo get a sit by her side, ready to take the baby from her hands. 'What do you mean by that?'

'My father can be scared of him.' He pointed to Miguel. 'He could send some gods to take this new titan. Just to don't risk anythi--'

'He's a baby.' Calypso gave her son to Leo, who wrapped him and held close to his chest, like Calypso had done. Jo walked in his direction while the nymph stood up. 'What ~risk~ he could mean to Zeus?'

'I--I mean' Apollo stuttered. 'Not that I follow his mind or his ideas--'

'You sound very hypocritical while saying that right after screaming at my baby, his father and me'

'Well, I was scared!' The god sunk on to the chair, raising his hands. The air around Calypso looked heavier, more visible. 'It is a titan, after all! Titans normally wants to kill me!'

'A baby! Do you know what it means?' She got closer. Calypso just wasn't open to acceptance. She didn't wanted to know. One hand raised in Apollo's direction, to other strongly closed. 'You were scared by a... Sleeping baby?! How can that scary Zeus?!'

Apollo got up, taking a few steps back.

'Calypso, calm down--'

'NO!' She screamed. Wind spirits rushing all around. Calypso could her Jo asking her to stop and Lityerses calling Apollo. 'YOU WILL NOT TAKE MY BABY FROM ME AGAIN! I WON'T LET YOU OR YOUR FATHER DO IT!'

'OKAY!' Apollo told her back, raising his hands. The wind slowed down and Calypso started to feel tired. 'Okay, Calypso, okay, o one will take your baby--'

'Promise. Promises me' She asked, looking straight into his eyes. 'Swear for my sister's name; swear for the River Stynx'

'I-I swear for the River Stynx' He answered. 'Gods, Calypso, I-I'm sorry, but don't do it again. Please'

She stopped, her mind coming back to normal. She looked around: everything was a mess. People were scared of the fight, scared of her. Calypso felt her legs trembling, her body getting tired, her mind running out, her vison getting dark.

Her body falling down.

She woke up clean, in her bedroom's bed. Leo was by her side, holding Miguel and singing some lullaby she didn't recognized.

'What?...'

'Good morning, Sunshine' Leo smiled at her.

'W-what happened?' She tried to get up, being stopped by a strong headache. 'Ouch! My head hurts. Leo, what happened to me? I... Had some type of... Fight with Apollo, I remember that. But... How did I got here?'

'Me, Jo and Emmie took you here.' He changed his arms that where holding the baby, shaking from one side to the other. 'They cleaned you, changed you. I took care of this little buddy and you all the time after the shower. Are you okay now?'

Calypso lookd at the sheets. She felt bad for her reaction. She knew Apollo didn't mean to be rude or bad or offensive. But she just couldn't hold herself.

She also reacted out of fear.

'I'm sorry' Calypso murmured, not looking up. 'I'm sorry for what happened, you must be scared of me--'

'Why would I?' Leo smiled, taking her chin with one hand, holding the baby with the other. 'You protected me, and my baby. Our baby. I would have done the same, in your position.'

'No, Leo, you don't understand--'

'I do.' He looked at her deeply. 'They took my mother from me. They took my friends. They took my childhood, my teenager years. They took me, even tho I escaped them.' Leo's eyes were strong, hurted. Not even close to that glowing look he always have up, no, a more adult feeling on them this time. 'If you didn't had reacted, I would do. I'm not gonna let them hurt me anymore, and this includes not hurting you and not hurting this small one. No need to say sorry for that, I'm fine.'

Calypso couldn't belive. She let herself fall back on the bed, looking at the ceiling.

'But what about ny powers? They have not been like... That, after we got out of Ogigya. That didn't scared you?'

'Well, kind of, but not in a traumatizing style.' He put Miguel down on the bed, between them. 'And also, I almost put the bedroom in flames when we first had sex, and you still by my side, even after years of the same accident happening times to times. That's no big deal to us, being in between scaring situations, hum?'

'You really compared me bringing spirits to the TV room in the intention to kill a god to us having sex?' Calypso smiled sideways, looking at Leo.

'Not to us having sex, but me almost killing you during sex. See? Alike situations.'

'No, they're not'

'Yeah, they are, but you are tired, your mind isn't 100% yet to see it' He laughed. Calypso pushed him from his knees, not hiding her big smile.

'Okay, gimme the baby, I have to feed him.' Leo helped her to get up, passing Miguel to his mother as soon as possible. It wasn't hard for her to breastfeed after so many time, but surely a but strange. Calypso was happy to be at that position once again. 'Thank you for understanding me. I don't know, I just felt like you would be mad and... I don't know.'

'That's fine, Calie. That's okay.' Leo got closer to her, looking at the baby. 'Everything is going to be fine, all the three of us will be fine. No one is going to hurt us anymore. Right, mijo?' He played with the baby's chin.

Calypso let out a small laugh.

'I hope so' She stared at the world outside the window, the sun coming in, ignoring the clouds that tried to hide it. 'I do hope so'"

#Caleo #leo valdez #calypso pjo #heroesofolympus #percyjacksonandtheolympians #trials of apollo #apollo #lityerses #Jo #I got this idea near 6am #I'm just gonna leave it here #Sorry for anything #That's not 100% revised #I might do it later tho #I just hope you guys like it #Also listen to Halsey #She's also a mom now #Love that woman so fucking much

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lu-undy · 3 years

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Un-alone, Chapter 18

Here it is!

“Corpus Christi in Texas?”

“Yup, seems your boy’s mobile.” Fred was playing with a toothpick while sitting on the Frenchman’s couch, in his suite.

Lucien sighed from his bedroom.

“Do we know if he intends to settle there or is his US tour going to last any longer?” He asked.

“Apparently he had to meet with some folks in New Mexico but intends to settle for real in Texas. Some of his henchmen were spotted there already, but the man himself still has to join his goons.”

“Very well.”

Lucien walked to the telephone and composed a number.

“Allô? Oui, please let the driver of Agent J know that his stop should not be in New Mexico but at Corpus Christi, in Texas… Many thanks.” Lucien hung up the phone and went back to his room, leaving the door open.

“So you’re goin’ there too or it’s too easy for the great L to take care of, huh?” Fred asked with enough disdain for Lucien to frown from his bedroom. He had laid a suitcase open on his bed and was packing his essentials.

“I am joining him. He is still in training and has no idea how to even dress. How could one expect him to capture an everything-trafficker?” Lucien's voice said from the bedroom.

"Well, he's still technically in trainin' but you just called him 'Agent J', as if he was official…" Fred took a chocolate from the bowl on the coffee table. Lucien came out of his bedroom with a briefcase in his hand. “Think he has potential?”

"Thank you for letting me know where Mordankovich is." The Frenchman coldly answered and Fred raised an eyebrow.

“Don’t wanna answer?”

“Non.”

“Fair enough…” Fred took another chocolate from the bowl on the table and tossed the wrapping on it. Perle jumped on the table and started playing with the shiny bit of plastic.

“Perle, non.” Lucien came and took the wrapping away from her. “Chocolate is no food for you.”

“Meow!”

“C’est malpoli de répondre.” The Frenchman gently answered.

[It is impolite to talk back.]

Lucien threw the wrappings in the bin and Perle followed him around.

“What are you gonna do with it?” Fred asked.

“With what?” Lucien answered.

“With the cat? You gonna go to Texas with it? Also, I didn’t know you had a kitty… C’mere…” Fred extended a few fingers to Perle who came to sniff them. “Ouch! She slapped me with her claws!”

Lucien couldn’t help but smirk.

“Perle, ne lui fais pas de mal, s’il te plaît.”

[Perle, don’t harm him, please.]

The American sucked on his bruised finger and frowned.

"To answer you, Perle is coming along." Lucien said and crouched down next to the cat's travel box. He put a little soft blanket inside and dropped a few treats on it. "Viens, ma belle."

[Come, my beauty.]

Before obeying, Perle brushed herself on the Frenchman.

"Oui, tu viens avec moi. Je ne vais pas te laisser toute seule, non?"

[Yes, you are coming with me. I will not leave you on your own, will I?]

He gently scratched her head and Perle purred. She appreciated the scratches for a while before she decided that she had enough and the smell of those tuna treats inside the travel box was divine…!

"Never thought you were the pet ownin' type." Fred helped himself to more chocolates. "Hell, you couldn't even bear with people who wanted to work with you…! And now you got a kid and a fuckin' cat!"

"Well, if we are done, Fred…" Lucien walked to the front door. He put his coat on and wrapped a scarf around his neck. "If you don't mind, I need to leave."

"Oh, sure." Fred took an extra handful of chocolates and left. “Oh, before I forget…” Fred turned from halfway through the hotel corridor. “We’ve got a guy in Texas, E, he’s good with machines and stuff. G'luck!"

A few hours later, Lucien was aboard a plane. He stretched his legs in front of him and sighed as he looked through the window. He was thousands of miles above the ground and as late as it was, he couldn't even see the clouds beneath him. It gave him the impression that he was floating in space, far from the Earth and its problems, in a business class bubble, far from targets, ministries and intelligence agencies.

The lights dimmed out in the plane and most passengers slowly fell in Morpheus' arms. Lucien looked through the infinite darkness.

"Meow?"

"Dors, ma chérie. Je suis là."

[Sleep, sweetheart. I am here.]

Lucien had put Perle in the seat next to him, still in the box.

"Meow…" She complained.

"Je sais, c'est moins confortable que dans mon lit, sur le coussin à côté de moi. Mais on est dans un avion."

[I know, it is less comfortable than my bed, on the pillow next to mine. But we are on a plane."

"Meeeoooow?" She begged and Lucien sighed. He opened the box's door.

"Tu restes près de moi, d'accord?"

[You stay next to me, understood?]

Perle curled in a ball of fur on her master's lap. He scratched her and she gently purred, blinking slower and slower.

"Meow."

"Qu'est-ce que tu veux?" Lucien smiled. He could barely admit it, but he grew fond of Perle in a way he never thought he could.

[What do you want?]

When he left his suite in his hotel, he had taken a last glance at the living-room, and smiled. That cat had transformed his days as much as it had his environment. Now he had to commit to a routine to feed her, to change the water from her bowl, even though she preferred to drink from a tap, to take care of her. And he had to invest money in toys, scratching posts and even in a soft satin bed that she decided wasn't good enough for her. She preferred to sleep with him and wake him up in the morning, sweet headbutts and rolling purrs.

"Meow?" She asked.

"Fine, Fine." Lucien smiled and Perle rolled on her back, looking up at her master with her deep blue eyes. Lucien cleared his throat.

"Ne m’oublie pas,

[Don’t forget me.]

Je vais devoir m’en aller.

[I have to go.]

Ne m’oublie pas

[Don’t forget me.]

Tu ne dois pas pleurer.

[You must not cry.]

Même quand je suis très loin de toi,

[Even when I am very far from you,]

Tu restes dans mon coeur

[You remain in my heart.]

Je chante en secret chaque soir

[I sing in secret every night]

Pour que tu n’aies plus peur.

[So that you don’t feel scared]

Ne m’oublie pas,

[Don’t forget me,]

C’est à regret que je pars.

[It is with regret that I leave.]

Ne m’oublie pas,

[Don’t forget me,]

Quand je chante, tu es dans mes bras.”

[When I sing, you are in my arms.]

Lucien smiled. Perle had fallen asleep, just as Jérémy used to when Lucien used to sing this to him, in bed.

"Sir?"

Lucien's head swooshed to the feminine voice. It was an air hostess.

"He is adorable." She said.

"She is a female, but thank you."

"Oh, I'm sorry. What's her name?"

"Perle, or in English, Pearl."

"Beautiful name you gave her…"

They exchanged a smile.

"I'm sorry but uh, you're not supposed to let her out of her box for the duration of the flight."

"I apologise, Mademoiselle. Although, I suppose it doesn't cause too much of an issue if she is asleep?"

[Miss]

"Ah, I'm sorry, Sir, but…"

"Tell me, Mademoiselle," Lucien cut her. "Most people are asleep now, non?"

[Miss]

"Oh, uh…" The air hostess looked around them. "In business class, yes, I guess you're the only one awake."

"Non, I am not, for you are too." He gave her a smile and a twinkle of his eyes that only women could understand.

“Yeah, I’m on night shift duty.” She answered.

Lucien removed the cat box from the seat next to his. "Please do take a seat."

"But, Sir, I-"

"Please." Lucien insisted and the woman eventually yielded.

"Right…"

"It must be poetic." The Frenchman started, still lazily brushing Perle, asleep on his lap.

"What is, sorry?"

"Your position. Air hostess… Ah, you travel high in the skies, borders mean nothing to you."

"Well, that's a way to put it. And uhm… What do you do, I mean, apart from singin' lullabies to your kitty?"

"Ah, so you did hear me?" Lucien lowered his eyes to Perle who was sleeping soundly.

"I did, yeah." The hostess blushed. "You got a great voice, I mean, it's soothin'."

"Thank you."

"I can understand how she falls asleep that fast with ya."

Lucien raised his eyes to the woman sitting on the seat beside him. Through the dim lights, he saw her hat, assorted to her uniform, the twinkle of her brown eyes, the bright red lipstick and white and red foulard around her neck. Her jacket dived along her shy cleavage and as she crossed one leg over the other, the edge of her tight skirt grazed her skin, revealing her porcelain thighs.

“Why would that be?” He asked, half whispering, both to not wake the passengers around, even though the Frenchman had a booth for himself, but also for the thrill of it. He stared in her eyes gently, his front lock of ashen hair falling poetically between his eyes.

“You… You’ve got a beautiful voice.” She answered and looked away. As she swooshed her head, a lock of her hair fell from under her hat.

The Frenchman put Perle back in her box and put it opposite him.

“Mademoiselle?” He then asked.

[Miss?]

The young woman turned to face him, her eyes still lowered. Lucien guessed that her cheeks had turned pink even though, in the dimness of the low lights, he could not see it. He pushed the lock of hair behind her ear and she raised her head, slowly. She looked around, quickly. Everyone was sleeping soundly.

“Sir, I…”

“Oui?” Lucien answered with a dreamy smile. He knew where this was going, he could see it in the woman’s nervous breath as if he had been the one pushing her. In all fairness, he had been exactly that. He was one of these men that could whisper in people’s souls straight through his eyes. And he loved it. He felt nothing for the woman, even though she was far from repulsive. But it wasn’t his heart that wanted to see her breath hitch and her eyes flutter, it was his ego.

As impulsive as a blink, the air hostess bent on her side and pushed her lips on the Frenchman, who made all the efforts in the world not to smirk, not now, it would make her stop. Instead, and to encourage her, he gently slid his hands on her waist and pulled her closer to himself. Her hands found Lucien’s face and she kept on touching, her eyes closed. Soon, she removed her hat and Lucien started touching the collar of her jacket. She unbuttoned it herself before hungrily opening Lucien’s shirt. That was when the Frenchman looked deep in her eyes. Ha, she looked like a deer flashed by the lights of a passing car, thoughts racing but not fully hitting her head.

The hostess moved from her seat to sit on Lucien’s lap and that’s when he knew he had won. Not against her, he would never fight or compete with a woman, but against himself, against his old age, against all those years of remaining faithful to one woman despite her dancing on her own vows, trampling them with her stolen stilettos.

The hostess bit her lip to contain her heavy breathing and her moans as Lucien felt her hips grind against his crotch. He spent more time nibbling her neck, filling his lungs with the scent of his trophy, of his victory, he let his hands run on her golden sides, such a pretty cup… She wrapped her arms around his head, slightly ruffling his hair while he kissed her chest, chaste pecks just to push her to show her eagerness; because at the end of the day, Lucien was not particularly in the mood for more, nor was he against it. He was just proving a point to himself.

Oui, Marie, you thought only you could have anyone at your mercy with a blink of your eyes, hm? Well, I can too, and maybe I played with you too? Maybe I sometimes faked a few things with you too, huh? Who told you that I was that head over heels for you? Look at me now, my head in this woman’s chest. Mind you, I have barely met her and don’t even know her name yet, but here she is, begging for more of me. Do you see this, Marie? Do you? Do you see how I am playing now? Do you see this? Watch carefully, I will make her scream my name, as you used to, I will make her scratch my skin until she draws blood, as you used to, and who knows, maybe I will feel content and satisfied with her more than I ever was with you, you insolent, lying-

The air hostess had unbuckled Lucien’s belt and her hand was exploring the Frenchman’s lower stomach. As it slid down, more and more, wet kisses pressed to whatever corner of skin both could reach-

“MEEEEOW!”

Lucien and the hostess both froze on the spot, the woman pulled the panes of her open shirt back together.

“I-I should go back…” She said, as Perle jumped on the seat that the woman previously occupied, and showed her fangs.

Perle’s hissing screech left Lucien confused. The hostess left his lap and the Frenchman remained in a state of blank and utter confusion for minutes. The kitty hopped on her master’s lap and started to knead his bare chest. Lucien still had his shirt and his trousers’ fly open. His hair was a mess and on his lips, the taste of the hostess’s lipstick lingered.

“Comment es-tu sortie de ta cage?” He lowered his eyes to meet Perle’s.

[How did you come out of your box?]

“Meow.” She ignored him and brushed herself on him repeatedly.

Lucien sighed. He had got used to Perle’s presence, he had accepted her and adapted to her, but if she was going to “intervene” whenever he least needed it, well, that was something else!

“Meow?” She asked, tilting her head.

“J’étais occupé, Perle, et j’aurais apprécié que tu sois restée sagement dans ta cage. Pourquoi es-tu sortie? Et pour crier en plus?”

[I was busy, Perle, and I would have appreciated it if you had stayed put in your box. Why did you come out? And yelling, at that?]

Lucien looked away from her, visibly annoyed, even angry at her. He buttoned his shirt again and looked down to zip up his trousers when he noticed something that pushed him even deeper in frustration.

The Frenchman had spent so much of his energy being furious at Mary, releasing all kinds of anger against her ghost, that he did not even notice that his body did not show any signs of wanting to proceed with the air hostess.

Or was it just his advanced age and he needed a bit more… help for his body to show some eagerness?

The rest of the flight was spent inconsequentially. He landed, took a taxi and was driven to his hotel where he settled. A few phone calls later and Perle found a litter box, a few toys and a cat tree had appeared. That, and of course a piano.

Lucien had taken a shower and went to sit on the black, velvet seat, wearing his pyjamas and a gown. A cigarette was slowly fuming from his lips.

“Meow?” Perle jumped on the keys and then on top of the grand piano.

“Quoi?” He asked, the tiredness and annoyance taking away his usual politeness.

[What?]

She looked at him pleadingly with her round, deep blue eyes, as she slowly made her way to stand in front of him, before offering her head. The Frenchman sighed and bent his head forward to meet her with a soft headbutt.

“Non, je ne t’en veux pas. C’est juste… Bah.”

[No, I am not mad at you. It’s just that… Bah.]

He brushed his head against hers for a while and ended up closing his eyes, running his fingers through her long fur. When she backed off and he opened his eyes again, he felt like a different man, as if that incident in the plane had happened decades ago, or to a different man altogether.

“Merci.” He smiled at the cat who reciprocated by blinking slowly. Perle lay down on the varnished black piano in front of him and Lucien started playing.

As his fingers drummed the keys, his brain dwelled on the events a bit longer. The truth was that he had been completely indifferent to that air hostess. She was pleasant to the eye, oui, but… But Lucien was proving a point, not making love to her! There! He said it! His ego wanted to make love to her, not his mind, not his heart and not even his body.

He didn't realise it but his fingers were playing the same piece on loop, The Bard, by Brad Mehldau.

Even his body didn’t want to make love to that woman.

“Mon Dieu.”

His eyes snapped wide open and his fingers hung in the air as the realisation hit him.

His body had not been remotely interested in anyone or anything since… Well, not since he had left Marie and Jéramy all those years ago, non. God knows he had had to sleep with this or that, and he did, and his body happily played along. Non, his body had fallen disinterested in anything since he had learnt the truth about Marie.

“Mon Dieu…”

Lucien repeated as the last note he played still hung in the air.

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harry-writer16 · 4 years

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Watermelon Sugar High

Type: imagine

Warning: Daddy kink, smut, oral sex, and just a rough fuck in general

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Y/N

“All right everyone, get in position!” Pablo one of the directors told us models

Tasha, Lia and I start walking towards the ocean to get ready for the scene. I met them this morning while we were getting ready, and The three of us just got really close in that short period of time.

“So are you guys excited to part of the video?” Ask Lia

“Eh, money is money and you do what you have to do to get it” I answer

“You sound like old whore lady” Tasha told me

The three of burst in a fit of laughter

“Not but seriously, have you seen how Harry has been gawking at you practically the whole time we’ve been here?!” Lia said

I stopped laughing, and rolled my eyes at her comment. Seriously like why would he ever, there is better girls out there to gawk at

“No there is-“ I’m not able to finish my sentence because Tasha interrupts me

“Girl stop, he has and you and I know it” she said and lia just nodded

“You know I shipped your baby’s would be fucking cute”

“She’s right Y/N , your baby’s would be adorable, with his curls and your tanned ski girl I’m death” Tasha added

“Shut up” was the only thing I said, as if they couldn’t get more annoying they started signing

“Y/N and Harry sitting on a tree, F-U-C-K-I-N-G!” Lia and Tasha were singing, awful signing may I add

But before they could continue their awful performance, I had to stopped them because at the corner of my eyes I spotted grinning Harry dressed in a floral bottom up with yellow shorts walking towards us

“Shut up you morons Harry walking towards us” I told them they stop signing and quickly came to stand beside

“Bet your fucking tonight” Tasha whisper in my ear, I blushed hard and a lot

I just gave her a death stare and right when I was gonna open my mouth to bite back a thick British voice interrupted me

Damn why isn’t anybody letting me talk today!

“Hello lady’s” Harry said

“Hi” the three of us said

Harry was about to speak but Tasha beats him do it

“Actually Lia and I have to go-um -watch the water” she said

Tasha pull Lia with her and started walking forward somewhere, she turn her head when she far enough from Harry and mouth me a “Tell me everything”

I only shake my head and turn my attention back to Harry

“so..” I said

“so..” he said

“what do I own the pleasure Mr.Styles?” I ask him

“Please, call me Harry, and I just wanted to tell you that smiles of yours drives me crazy”

“what?” I ask him confused

“I said that smiles of yours drives me crazy” He repeat again

“Thanks..” I said shyly, is he trying to flirt with me?..

He smiled back at me

“so are you excited for the video?” I ask him, I’m trying to keep this conversation as light and professional as possible

“Very, specially if a beauty like you will be in it” He said with a bit of smirk

I just blushed really hard, before I can speak he said

“Your blushing makes you look extra cute and hot”

My cheeks couldn’t help it and blushed once more, only this time I try to cover it but couldn’t. While I was embarrassed, all Harry did was laugh. Not a mean laugh but a kind laugh.

“Please stop saying those things, it’s very unprofessional” I said in shy tone voice

“Well, in my defense I’m not flirting, I’m just being extra friendly to my extra attractive friend” he said, giving me a flirty smirk at the end

We both laugh a little bit,

“Oh so I’m your friend now?” I said with a bit more confidence

“ Course you are, in fact a beauty like you should be cherish by everyone”

“god you and your compliments” I said shaking my head with a smile

“Well darling I shall get going but remember I’m wearing the smile you gave me” he said

afterwards he lean in and gave me a peck on my cheek near the corner of lips. then he whisper in my ear “Thank you for reminding me what butterflies feel like”

After that he just walk away towards the directors, I was just standing there in pure shock. I could not believe what just happened.

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Later on the same day

Y/N POV

We just finish wrapping up the first day of shooting, people are currently either packing everything up or heading to the hotel. We are all pretty exhausted, running around in the sand o a hot day takes a lot out of you. Instead of doing what everyone else is doing I decided to take a little get away and just enjoy the beach around.

I was sitting on the sand, my toes getting wet by the ocean water , eyes closed and enjoying the gently breeze. I was so calm and relax, I hadn’t realize I haven’t felt this way in so long. I was in my own world enjoying myself.

“Mind if I join?” Harry ask, scaring the pure shit out my soul

“Fucking hell, you scare the living daylights out of me” I told him

He laugh and sat down next to me.

Once he is seated next to me he says “Sorry for scaring ya”

“it’s okay” I assure him

We sit in silent for a moment, before I speak

“It’s beautiful isn’t it” I said, referring to the view

“Yeah you are” He said

I just look at him then back at the view. All the can be heard are the waves crashing, I’m calm and enjoying this. But not too long into that moment I feel a hand on my thigh.

Harry’s

I move mines on top of his, he moves a little closer to me and his hand a little higher on my thigh. My breath speeds up a little bit, I turn so now I’m facing him and he is facing me. He moves his face just a little bit closer to mine, just close enough so that the tip our noses are touching. We might not be in a room but I can guarantee you the temperature is rising.

“Y/N can I borrow a kiss?” He ask

“Are you gonna give it back?”

he mutter something I coudn’t understand, next thing you know his lips are on top of mine, he is kissing me and without a doubt I’m kissing him back. The kiss grows more intense and passionate.

He picks me up from the sand so I’m straddling his lab, he pulls me into him, make me seat right on top of his growing member. His tongue ask for entrance and I gladly allow. At first our tongues are figthing for dominance, but it slowly turns to a passionate dance where our tongues are just dancing. He is holding tight by my waist, the more we make out the more wet I get, the more hard Harry gets. He pulls back breathless and with a little of our saliva on his lips.

“Let’s go back to my room” he says licking his lips and I swear in the moment the wetness of my pussy when right through my panties.

To his statement I only my head

We get up from our spot and make our way to the car who was driving us to where Harry is currently staying.

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The whole car ride here was INTENSE. Harry was touching me then I was touching him, we were kissing, his tongue was exploring my mouth while mines was trying to do the same with him.

Once we arrived to his room, I’m immediately pushed to the wall by Harry, he comes closer and sensually whispers “I’m gonna fuck you so hard, I’ll make you feel it for days” he starts to kiss right below my ear , while I rapped my hands around his neck. we then start to kiss and he takes a hold of thighs from underneath. He carries me to the where he seats down with me on his lap. He goes to untied my bikini top, but I stop him.

“let’s take care of you first” I say in my most sensual voice

I start to unbutton his shirt, when I’m done unbuttoning his shirt, I take it off and throw it somewhere in the bedroom.I start to kiss around his neck while doing so I discover his sweet spot which makes him moan loud when I suck a hickey on it. Once I’m done with that hickey I give it a kitty lick and blow air on it. I go to kiss and leave more hickey’s on others spots of his neck, and chest area. I start to get on my knees and kiss lower and give him kitty licks. He releases a low “fuck” when sees I’m getting closer to the waistband of his shorts.

I stop what I’m doing to remove his shorts and his underwear at the same time. I see his big, thick, long hard cock come out, bits of pre-cum on the tip. I’m honestly kinda mesmerized by his cock, its really pretty. “it’s so pretty h” I tell him “t-th-anks” he says. I smile, cute. I take his cock in my hand and slowly start to stroking him up and down. He moans at my action, god his moans make me even wetter. With my other hand I play with his balls for a bit. “I-I li-ike w-wh-at you’-re doi-ng” he says “you like this, then your not ready for what comes next” I told him.

I take the hand that I was stroking his cock with and spit on it, i start to stroke him again. I’m so focus on what I’m doing I don’t even realize his moans are getting louder. I take the tip of his cock into my mouth but only like 1/3 of it, to tease him. I do that a couple of times, but I stop when he says “Fuck, stop being a fucking tease and suck on it already” with a dominance tone of voice “ok” I responded “ok what?” he ask “k, daddy” Shit, I look up at him, embarrassment written all over my face, “I’m sorry I-” I’m cut off by him “say it again” he told me to “Daddy” I said “that’s right be a good girl and suck on daddy’s cock” Which is exactly what I do.

I start to take him into my mouth, since he is gigantic I was only able to take maybe a little bit over half of it. the rest I did with my hand. Once he is in my mouth I take sometime to adjust to his size but soon enough I start to bob my head up and down his cock. At the same time doing this I run my tongue up and down plus giving him the most innocent look I can while having his cock in my mouth. “Uh- Fu-ck Yes!, K-ee-p go-in-g don’t Fuck! Stop!” He moans after that, and keeps moaning, each one louder than the last one. I’m pretty sure peple next door can hear us. I feel his hand slide through my hair, as in moving out of my face.

I keep sucking on his cock, harder this time. I also play with his balls to show them some loving, so they don’t feel left out. Harry seems to be on cloud nine, the way some of his baby hair stick to his sweaty forehead, how his eyes roll back and god his moans are like music to my ears. The way his chest is sweaty, how his hand hold onto the sheets of the bed, this is a sight to never be forgotten. While I’m still sucking, I can feel his cock twitch and that’s when I know he is close. I pull back from his cock, a string of saliva and cum following, “you gonna cum daddy? Please cum for me, want your cum daddy I’ve been a good girl for you” I said and go back to sucking after “Yes b-ba-by gir-l, su-ch Fuck! a good girl for your d-daddy” he says with moans in between “Yes! Yes! I’m cumming! F-uck go-gonna cum” and he does, he cums, I feel his cock twitch in my mouth before a warm liquid shoots out and down my throat. Harry lets out several moans in the process. after coming he falls on the bed, sweating and out of breath. I take his cock out my mouth, string of saliva following, I wipe the at the corner of my mouth with my the back of my hand and lick it. I go up to see and he looks fuck out.

“Hi daddy” I say, he is still trying to catch his breath, but when he does, he gets up enough to attached our lips together again. He hovers over me, still kissing me. I’m now laying on my back on the bed, his hands roaming my body. He his hands go behind my back to untied my bikini top, once he does he pulls it over my head and throws it somewhere on the the floor. He starts to kiss my neck. Soon enough he fines my sweet spot and starts to sucks a hickey “Fuck, daddy” I moan. His hand goes down to outline the waistband of my shorts.

He starts to kiss the between my breast, then starts to kiss and lick the top of my the top of my left breast. Goes to the middle of my breast and starts to lick down until he gets to my nipple. Once there he raps his whole mouth around and starts to suck on it roughly, as if milk would come out it. His tongue his swirling around it as well.”Fu-ck Da-ddy!”, after couple more seconds he stops sucking on my left boob ad goes to do the same to the other. He also suck hickeys on both of my boobs.

When he is done with my breast, he starts to kiss down my body and when gets to my shorts he rips them off me. He looks at my my clothes pussy, and licks his lips. “You’re really wet love, wonder who did this do you huh? This all for daddy?” He licks my pussy over my underwear, I only moan, to the I feel a harsh slap on my thigh, I moan again but this time louder. “that’s not a fucking answer, tell me who made you this wet or I won’t let you cum tonight” He is asking with a dominance tone of voice. “You did daddy, its all for you” I told him.

He rip my panties off after that, and spread my legs wide. with one finger he when rub up and down between my pussy lips. after doing so a couple times, he came and said “suck on it” and that’s exactly what I did, I suck on his fingers. “that’s right, be a good girl and get nice and wet fo’ me to use on your pretty cunt” he said and I moan on his fingers. He when back down between my legs and with two fingers I felt him spread my pussy lips and with the one I suck on he started to finger me while with his tongue he lick around my clit teasing it. not too long after he added another finger. His thrust with his fingers when faster, sloppier, and you could hear a slapping sound every time he when in and out my cunt. I was moaning like crazy, everything he was doing felt so good, almost too good to be true. Out of the fucking he started to suck harshly on my swollen clit, I could feel the his tongue play with it, you also could hear sucking noises.

Everything was happening so fast, “fuck daddy!”, I moan and kept moaning louder and louder. he was eating me out so good. I had tears at the corner of my eyes, I was about to cum. Daddy seem to notice this because just when I was about to cum he stop everything he was doing to my pussy. He came up from in between my legs to my face and said “You are not coming anywhere else besides daddy’s cock tonight little girl” with his deep british accent.

He then spread my legs out even more, he position himself at my entrance and with the tip of his dick he tease my pussy by going in between my pussy lips and around my entrance. He when to pin my arms down on the bed above my head. “C-condom daddy” I reminded him, what he said shock me “ Daddy’s fucking you raw tonight” He said “what if I get pregnant daddy?” I ask him “guess your having daddy’s baby and its no one business” I didn’t have time to answer before he kiss me.

Without any sort of warning he slam his big thick cock in my cunt. I moan against his mouth at the feeling of being full. His thrust were rough, and hard. His hips were going circular motions. The bed start to shake, harry move his hands from mind and took a hold of the headboard. H started going faster, and faster. But I want it more. “is t-hat oh all you got” I challenge him, “you want more huh” he said and suddenly his pulling out of me and flipping me on to my stomach. My face against the pillow, he lifted my butt in the air and when back in again. He was holding my waist with his hand while thrusting roughly in and out me. I let out a scream of pleasure and so does he. Every time he pushes in, I push back which he seems to like a lot. We are both a moaning mess, I’m either moaning or calling him daddy. He is constantly telling me, I’m his good girl and how tight I am. he is also choking me, not enough to stop my breathing but just to make it pleasurable. The headboard is hitting the wall and the bed is shaking.

He keeps fucking me, harder and a lot more rough than he started and that’s when I feel myself coming. “I’m- da-ddy- Fuck! *moan* Cum!” I manage to say, “you wanna cum don’t you? fucking cum for daddy” he orders me and I do I cum long and hard. “fuck I’m cumming too princess, gonna give you my seed” he cums too, only thing leaving our mouth are moans of pleasure. Once he is done cumming, he pulls out and falls on the bed next to me. We are both trying to catch our breath, fuck my lower body is too sore, I can’t even feel my legs, much more less my pussy.

I feel harry pull me towards him, I cuddle into him once I’m close enough. “go to sleep little girl, I know you’re tired” He says, petting my hair. “k, daddy” Is the only things I say before falling asleep on his chest.

~~~~~~~

Next Day

Y/N POV

After last night harry hasn’t left my side at all today, everyone is looking at us. I still can’t walk properly but I’m trying . Harry said he is taking me out on date which should be excited. Anyways we are currently seated at one the chairs in the hotels lobby. One thing is that everyone has been giving us teasing smiles, and has made a lot of sex reference comments towards us.

OMG what if they all heard us last night!

I go pale at the thought

“Y/N are you okay?” Harry ask

I was about to answer but I was interrupted by two very familiar voices

“so are you pregnant yet?” Lia ask

“We heart noises last night” Tasha said wiggling her eyebrows

“yeah *makes moaning noise*” Lia demonstrated

I blushed and told them “I- shut up you two”

“that’s what we should’ve told you guys last night, right guys?” Said Tasha

Everyone else around us just nodded and agree with Tasha

Harry turn pink and look away, I was just seated embarrassed that they heard us last night

Oh god what have I done...

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I have no words, This was really interesting to write, fun fact I laugh at lot while writing the smut part of this for some weird reason... Anyways Thank you so much for reading

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paintingwithdarkness · 3 years

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"i run the night slot on campus radio and some jackass keeps calling in to insult my music taste and request high school musical songs instead” with BluePulse please!

“Good evening, Tigers! You’re listening to Houston U’s nightly segment. I’m your host, Jaime Reyes. Y’all just listened to ‘Today is the Day’ by Yo La Tengo. Next up we have ‘Seven Nation Army’ by The White Stripes.” Jaime pressed a button on the console in front of him, starting the next song before adding on to his commentary. “If anyone has any requests, don’t hesitate to call in!”

Jaime switched off his microphone and let the song play, flopping back in his chair. Running the night segment of the Houston University campus radio was a pretty chill gig. It paid him above minimum wage for every hour he worked, he only had to work six hour shifts, and it was only five days a week. Besides that, it was a solo job, and no one was there to tell him what to do. Obviously there had been some ground rules when he’d been hired— no cursing on air, and he had to take call-ins from students— but other than that, he had free rein of the radio frequency and he could play whatever music he wanted from 6 pm to Midnight, Monday through Friday. All he had to do was press buttons on a control console, sit back, relax, and occasionally answer the phone.

Speaking of which... Jaime checked the time. 10:28 pm. Great, that meant it was almost time.

With a groan, he raised a hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose in exasperation, eyes squeezing shut. Every night for the past two weeks at exactly 10:30 pm, without fail, the same jackass student had been calling in to insult his music taste and request High School Musical songs instead. The first time it had happened, Jaime had been shocked at the audacity of the student, but had granted the song request anyway. (He had to. It was part of his contract. If a person called in with a song request, Jaime had to grant it. The only exception was if someone requested a song that was inappropriate to air. As long as it had clean/sensored language, and was free from overly explicit themes, Jaime queued up the song).

He mentally prepared himself. ‘Seven Nation Army’ was just about over, and Jaime already had his next song selected. If he timed things right, he could take the annoying student’s call during the next song, and wouldn’t have to subject himself to humiliation where everyone who was listening to his station could hear. It had only taken Jaime three nights to catch onto the trend.

As the guitar faded out, Jaime switched back on his microphone and addressed his audience, “That one’s a classic. ‘Seven Nation Army’ by The White Stripes. Hope y’all enjoyed that one. I’ve got a few more songs in store for y’all with the time we have left-”

The tell-tale ring of the phone interrupted him. Jaime had to bite his tongue to prevent the string of Spanish curses that wanted to fall from his lips from actually coming out. He had spent too long talking, and now he had to take the dreaded call on-air.

He took a deep breath, and had to layer on the enthusiasm thick as he ‘cheerily’ exclaimed, “It looks like we have our first caller of the night!” Jaime picked up the phone and gave the scripted greeting, “Hello, fellow Tiger! You’re on-air with Houston U’s nightly segment. Care to introduce yourself to all the listeners out there?”

Like all the nights previous when Jaime had asked this question, he got the same response. “Nah. I think I’ll stay anonymous. Keep things interesting. Though if you want a clue, I’ll tell you; I’m on the track team.”

Jaime scrambled for his notebook. That was the biggest clue he’d gotten yet about this mysterious student caller. It was almost like some kind of game. So far, every night when this student had called in, they’d said they wanted to remain anonymous, yet would give a clue about their identity. So far, Jaime had a bulleted list of eight items, with ‘track team’ being number nine. The other clues he’d received were ‘hates Indie Rock’ (which was Jaime’s favorite genre of music, thank you very much), ‘favorite movie is High School Musical 2’ (which was blatantly obvious, based on the songs this jackass student always requested), ‘favorite color is red’ (which told Jaime squat about who this kid was), ‘favorite food is chicken whizzes’ (once again, jack shit), ‘red hair’ (which was the first major clue Jaime had gotten), ‘green eyes’ (now it was obvious the kid wanted Jaime to figure out who he was), ‘5’9”’ (somewhat helpful), ‘Freshman’ (which eliminated 3/4 of the students on campus this caller could be), ‘mechanical engineering major’ (another somewhat helpful clue), and ‘gay’ (which, wow, Jaime would never out himself live on the air. This guy had some balls...).

After the mad scramble for a pencil, Jaime flipped the notebook open and single-handedly jotted down the new piece of information, balancing the phone against his ear with the other hand. When he was finished, he leaned back in the big leather chair, kicking his feet up against the edge of the desk in front of himself, feeling satisfied. Jaime knew he had enough information now to track down this annoying student and put an end to these stupid calls interrupting his radio show every night. Tonight would be the last time ‘We’re All in This Together’, ‘Bop to the Top’, or ‘Get Your Head in the Game’ would play during his segment, and Jaime was RELIEVED.

“Is that why you feel the need to call into my show every night?” Jaime fired back at the student. “So you can rope all of your track mates into singing ‘We’re All in This Together’ while you run in circles?”

An airy laugh was the response. And there a slight second where Jaime thought to himself, ‘Wow. That’s actually kinda cute,’ before his brain rebooted and he realized how counterintuitive that was. This guy was an annoyance that had to be dealt with. So what if he had an attractive laugh? It didn’t erase all of the other judgements Jaime had already formed of this student. And they were that this guy had terrible music taste and needed to find another hobby besides calling in every night to bug the shit out of Jaime.

“What better song to commemorate mutual suffering?” The other man laughed again.

Jaime scowled. ‘Mutual suffering’? Sure, Jaime knew the vexing student was talking about his track mates, but he couldn’t help catching the irony in the choice of words. As far as Jaime was concerned, the only one doing any suffering was him.

“So is that your request for tonight?” Jaime just wanted to get this over with already.

A contemplative “hmmm” made its way down the line, before being followed with, “Well, I was originally gonna ask for ‘Get Your Head in the Game’ but ‘All in this Together’ works nicely, too.”

“Por Díos,” Jaime mumbled under his breath. “¿No puede este idiota tomar una decisión?”

“Woah, hey, is that Spanish?!” Apparently Jaime’s mumblings hadn’t been quiet enough. “Yo hablo español!”

Jaime cringed. The pronounciation was terrible, but the enthusiasm was endearing. And dammit! He shouldn’t be thinking things like that. His train of thought was off the tracks again.

Without saying anything else, Jaime turned to his computer, quickly punched ‘We’re All in this Together’ into the song search bar, and hit play. He switched over the audio connection so that the only thing his audience could hear was the music, took a deep breath, and then made his rebuttal to the annoying student.

“You might want to work on that pronounciation, ese.”

The response was whiny. “Aww, it’s not that bad!”

Jaime cringed. “It’s not great, either.”

The student on the other line sighed. “Fine. But at least I have good taste in music!”

“That’s debatable.” Jaime didn’t know why he was dragging out the conversation. Usually after he granted this annoying caller’s request each night, the student rattled off a final jab at Jaime, before just hanging up. Why was he staying on the line tonight? Maybe Jaime just had to direct the conversation in that direction?

“My music is better than what you play every night. I’m doing you and your radio station a favor!” And yep, there it was.

“I don’t think people are tuning into my station to listen to the one High School Musical song you insist I play every night.”

Jaime could practically hear the smirk through the line when the other student responded. “Even if people are tuning in to listen to your crappy music, my song is still the highlight.”

Jaime groaned. He was growing weary of this conversation. “Do you listen to anything besides terrible High School Musical songs?”

That cute laugh caught in Jaime’s ears again. “Doi. A guy needs to have a little variety in his music. I’ve also got ‘Can’t Stop Singing’, ‘Turn Up the Music’, ‘Determinate’-”

Jaime’s eyes rolled skyward. “I’m gonna stop you there. Does your playlist contain any songs that aren’t from Disney Channel movies?”

A horrified gasp marked the beginning of the indignant response. “What’s wrong with Disney movies? High School Musical is the crashest movie series in existence.”

Jaime didn’t have enough time to think over the choice of the word ‘crashest’ before the other student continued rambling on.

“What other kind of music do you need?! Disney movies have great numbers, teach you about life and friendship, and growing up, and you gotta be kidding me if you don’t think Zac Efron is hot playing Troy.”

Jaime snorted a laugh for the last amendment to the other student’s statement. He’d only watched High School Musical once, and that was enough for him. And despite occasionally finding other men attractive (being bisexual himself), Zac Efron had never really done it for Jaime.

“I wouldn’t exactly call those ‘musical numbers’ as you put it, any type of masterpiece, however, I suppose you earn a pass for the friendship and growing up part.” Jaime smartly decided to skip the Zac Efron comment altogether, “I would say I’m more of a fan of the Disney animated movies. At least I can tolerate the Lion King and Aladdin sound tracks.”

A little puff of a chuckle, and then, “You should really get a better hobby than bashing on Disney movies.”

Jaime scoffed and immediately fired back, “You’re the one who calls me every night to bash on my music.”

“Oooh.” The other student made a hissing sound, as if a flame were being extinguished. “Caught red handed. But—” And here, Jaime could sense something dangerous was about to be said— “how about we settle this once and for all. You obviously don’t get out of the radio studio enough. What say you come to the next Houston U track meeting? We can settle this music debate once and for all.” Yep. That was a challenge.

Jaime took a few seconds to deliberate. He was curious to see who this mysterious caller was. Besides, what harm could it do? Jaime was not the type to back down when he was challenged. He had his pride and dignity. He would not be bested by this asshole. He was going to go to that track meeting.

“You’ve got yourself a deal, ese.” If the other student were there in person, Jaime could imagine shaking his hand to seal the contract.

“Alright,” the other student said, and if Jaime wasn’t mistaken, he sounded rather gleeful that Jaime had taken the bait, “I’ll see you there.” And then the line went dead.

Jaime ran a hand through his hair as he hung up the phone with the other. What had he gotten himself into?

The next Houston U track meeting was a week and two days since the fated phone call. Since that night, the mysterious student caller hadn’t rung Jaime’s radio station. It was a power move, and a good one at that. He had put the ball in Jaime’s court (or passed him the baton? That was a track thing, right?), meaning all responsibility was on him. In all honesty, Jaime was tempted to skip out on their ‘deal’. Sure, he’d agreed, but only because Jaime’d thought it was the key to get the student to stop calling. Now that the calls had stopped, Jaime saw no reason to get involved and draw attention back to himself. Maybe if he didn’t go, the annoying student would just leave him alone.

On the other hand, if he didn’t go, wouldn’t that just give the other student more incentive to start calling him again? Not only would Jaime continue to get bashed for his music taste, but then the other student would also be able to expose him as a liar. That was definitely NOT the reputation Jaime wanted to have. He had no choice. He HAD to go to that stupid track meeting.

It didn’t mean he didn’t drag his feet the whole way to the field though. Even with his ticket and getting there five minutes early, it was near impossible to find a seat. Jaime had no idea a sporting event like track would be so popular. What was so special about a bunch of guys running around in a circle?

It took a little shoving and some mumbled “sorry”s and “excuse me”s before Jaime was finally able to plunk down next to a young couple, in one of the only empty seats left. They seemed like nice enough people; the man even tried making small talk with him once Jaime sat down; but Jaime’s shy demeanor prevented the conversation from launching into something deeper.

Once the couple was no longer paying him much attention, Jaime surreptitiously slipped his little pocket notebook out of his jeans and flipped it open to the page where he had noted all of the little clues his mystery caller had given him.

Unfortunately, only some of them were usable in this context. Clues about the other student’s personality and preferences wouldn’t help Jaime identify anyone. Only the clues the track star had given Jaime about his physical appearance would be of use. He was looking for a redheaded, green-eyed, 5’9” Freshman. Should be simple enough.

When Jaime glanced down to where the runners were stretching by the starting blocks, he immediately noticed three boys with red hair. Luckily, this track meet was only a Houston U event and other schools weren’t participating. That meant one of the three was his mysterious caller.

From this distance, Jaime couldn’t judge eye color, and height was difficult to gage. He supposed he would have to wait for the announcers to give the names and grades of the competitors. Hopefully only one of the redheads would be a Freshman, and Jaime could find his culprit.

Within a few minutes, a runner was at the blocks for every lane. The first event was the 100m sprint. Everyone on the team would be participating. Only six could go at a time, and the announcer said that there would be three heats. Unfortunately for Jaime, the announcer didn’t bother with the names of the competitors since everyone was running, but he hoped that at least the winners would be announced, in case his redhead happened to be one of them.

In the first heat, two of the three red-haired boys were lined up at the blocks. Jaime trained his eyes on them. The first boy was in the second lane, and the other in the sixth lane. Hopefully one of the two would win so that Jaime could narrow down his suspects.

When the starting gun fired, all six runners took off like rockets. The pure speed was quite a shock for Jaime to witness. Within fifteen seconds, all six runners crossed the finish line.

“Winner!” The announcer shouted, once first place for the heat had been determined. He held up the arm of one of the redheads Jaime had been watching. “Senior Wally West with a time of 10.8 seconds!”

An elderly couple three seats over from where Jaime was sitting sprang out of their seats cheering. “Yeah, Wally!” shouted the man. His wife was enthusiastically clapping.

When they sat down again, the couple next to Jaime (conveniently sandwiched between him and the cheering couple) turned to face them.

“Wow!” the blond man next to Jaime exclaimed. “That’s his fastest time yet!”

The other blond man laughed (and it was then that Jaime noticed the striking resemblance). “He’s been working hard. Of course, he’s no match for Bart, but just maybe Wally might have a shot at beating him in the 3200m.”

The brunette woman of the younger couple hummed, a smirk resting on her lips. “I don’t know about that one. Our Bart’s got Thawne blood, too. He’s got runners from both sides. Wests... not so much.”

“Mel!” the man next to Jaime gasped, scandalized. “I thought we said no family rivalry at track meets?”

Immediately the brunette woman, Mel, appologized. “Sorry, sorry.”

“That’s right,” the man from the elderly couple interjected. “You have to remember Donny’s got some West blood himself. Iris was a West before she married me.” He slung an arm around the graying red-haired woman sitting beside him.

It was then that Jaime was able to piece it together. The young blond man— Donny— sitting next to him, was the son of the elderly couple— Iris and her husband (unfortunately Jaime didn’t have his name yet). The younger brunette woman— Mel— was Donny’s wife, and one of the runners— Bart— was their son, and the grandson of the elderly couple. Wally— the runner who had just won the first heat was a relative (?) of the two couples.

By the time Jaime was done puzzling out the relations, the next heat of runners was already at the starting blocks. Unfortunately, the other redhead, whom Jaime guessed was Bart, was not in this heat.

The starting gun fired, and the race was over within fifteen seconds again. The winner was announced, and the runners of the third heat took their places.

Jaime’s gaze zeroed in on the redhead in the first lane. That must be Bart. Mel and Donny were balanced on the edges of their seats next to Jaime.

As soon as the gun fired, Bart was nearly a quarter of the way down the lane. He was insanely fast. Jaime wouldn’t be surprised if he hit an Olympic time. His teammates stood no chance.

When he was announced the winner, Jaime had to do a double take at the 9.63 second time blinking on the screen behind him. That was more than a second faster than Wally, who had won the first heat.

“‘Attaboy, Bart!” Donny yelled.

The exclamation caused Bart’s attention to be drawn towards them. He waved proudly at his parents, and then his gaze caught on Jaime. Even from this distance Jaime could see the electric green eyes trained on him. There was no mistaking it now. Even with the other redhead to consider (since Jaime hadn’t heard his name or grade announced yet), he was certain Bart was his mystery caller. There was something in his eyes— a knowing glint— that made Jaime nervous. Could Bart know who he was?

It wasn’t completely impossible. Because he ran the campus radio at night, Jaime had a page on the school website. His name and picture were plastered right along side Cassie and Gar’s. Cassie had the morning shift from 6 am to noon, and Gar’s comedy segment ran from noon to 6 pm, when Jaime started. All Bart had to do was look him up and he would know exactly who Jaime was.

In retrospect, Jaime easily could have done the same to figure out who his annoying caller was. Once he’d received the track team clue, he could have pulled up the roster and narrowed his suspects down. He could have ruled out Wally because he was a Senior, and possibly even the other redhead based on his year. The announcer had said that Bart was a Freshman when he’d announced him as a winner, so Jaime figured he was the most likely of the three to be the caller. He matched all of the physical descriptors.

There were two more sprinting events that followed, each doubling the distance of the previous. After witnessing the 100m event, Jaime wasn’t surprised when Bart came in first for the 200m and 400m. It was honestly impressive. Bart was talented both in the art of running and annoying Jaime over phone calls. Truly difficult feats.

Once the sprinting events were finished, the competitors moved onto the field. Unlike the sprinting events, some members of the team sat out. Jaime noticed only six members of the team were participating. Two for discus, two for shot put and two for javelin. Neither Bart nor Wally was one of the six. The other redhead on the other hand, was lined up at the javelin throwing line.

Jaime paid him little mind. As soon as the announcer introduced him as a Senior, Jaime tuned out completely. Now there was absolutely no doubt whatsoever. Bart was his mystery caller.

While the field events took place, Jaime watched Bart stretching out on the side of the track. He was surprisingly limber. And Jaime had nothing to blame but the part of his mind attracted to men when he watched Bart bend over in his running shorts to stretch out his hamstrings. He had really nice legs, among... other things.

Jaime shook his head. He shouldn’t be thinking things like that. He’d come here to put Bart in his place because of the annoying phone calls. Not admire his amazing calves.

When the field events were over, some members of the team moved back onto the track for the hurdle events. Again, Bart was not amongst them.

“He doesn’t do hurdles either?” Jaime accidentally mused aloud.

Donny turned to look at him. “First track meeting?” he asked, kindly.

Jaime felt a blush crop up on his cheeks. He hadn’t meant for his comment to be out loud.

“Yeah,” he admitted, despite his embarrassment.

Donny gave him a smile. “They each only do one event plus the sprints. You’ve got the three field events, hurdles, and long distance.”

“Oh.” Jaime nodded to show he understood.

Donny outstretched his hand. “I’m Don.”

Jaime shook Bart’s father’s hand. “Jaime,” he returned.

When Don took his hand back, he used it to point to his wife. “This is my wife, Meloni.”

The brunette woman waved at him.

“And my parents, Barry and Iris.” He gestured at each member of the older couple as well.

Jaime ducked his head shyly. “Nice to meet you all.”

The pop of the starting gun drew their attention back to the track where the hurdlers had just taken off from the blocks. Jaime watched on in interest, amazed at the skill that had been displayed today. He’d never imagined a track meet being this entertaining.

After a few moments, Don turned back to him. “Who’re you here for?” He pointed down at the track members surrounding the edge of the rubberized circle, cheering on their participating teammates.

Jaime felt that blush bloom on his cheeks again. Should he be honest? He was sitting right next to Bart’s parents. What if they started asking questions he didn’t have the answers to?

“Uh, I-I’m here for Bart.” He didn’t really have any other options. He didn’t know the names of any of the other track members.

Donny’s green eyes suddenly lit up. “Bart didn’t tell us his boyfriend was coming! It’s quite a coincidence we ended up sitting next to one another!”

Jaime gave a hard blink, processing the sentences that had just exited the blond man’s mouth. “Uh, we’re not-”

Meloni cut him off. “Oh! You’re the one who runs the campus radio! I knew your name sounded familiar. Bart talks about you all the time!”

The first thought that went through Jaime’s mind was, ‘Does he now?’. There was no mistaking it. Bart was 100 percent the annoying student who called into his radio segment each night. And Bart knew who he was. As soon as this track meeting was over, Jaime was definitely going to have some words with him.

“It’s so nice to finally get to meet you!”

Jaime didn’t know whether he should burst their bubble. Don and Meloni seemed like genuinely good people, and they were happy for their son having seemingly found a relationship. Although their assumptions weren’t true, Jaime knew he would feel extremely bad telling them otherwise.

Luckily, there wasn’t much time for him to dwell on the subject. As soon as the winners for the hurdling events were determined, the obstacles were cleared off the track and the next set of runners were lining up at the starting blocks. Two heads of red hair immediately caught Jaime’s attention. Bart and Wally were lining up in lanes one and two, while a few more of their track mates joined them in the other lanes.

“Who do you think it’ll be this time?” Barry posed the question aloud.

“I think Bart’s got a running shot.”

Everyone groaned at Don’s poor-quality joke.

“I apologize on my husband’s behalf,” Meloni mostly addressed Jaime, “What he meant was that Bart’s been working on his pacing. He’s the fastest on the team, and has always taken first in all of the sprinting events, but Wally always gives him some good competition for the long distance stuff.”

Jaime nodded thoughtfully. Bart had definitely been fast; no doubt about that. But he was curious to see how he would do in an event that required more endurance. Apparently he would actually have some competition this time, unlike in the sprinting events where Bart had left all of his teammates in the dust.

When the starting gun fired, Jaime found himself actually holding his breath. This first distance was 1500m, just shy of a mile. Jaime could remember having to do the one mile run in P.E. back in high school and how much of a pain it had been. The best time Jaime had ever gotten was just over six minutes.

For the first lap or so, Wally and Bart were neck and neck. The rest of their teammates were about half a lap behind. Then, when they went into the second lap, Bart kicked it up a notch, pulling ahead. Wally kept his own even pace, a schooled look of determination set over his features, while Bart’s lips transformed into a confident smirk.

By the final lap, Bart and Wally were shoulder to shoulder again. It was clear that Wally had the superior skill when it came to pacing, as he had been able to keep the same speed the whole time, whereas Bart’s speed had varied in spurts, depending on his level of endurance. It was unclear which one of them was going to win.

When Jaime looked around at the stands, he could see fans eagerly debating which one of the redheads they thought was going to win. The general consensus seemed to be Wally, but Jaime had a feeling his High School Musical-song-loving caller had a trick up his sleeve.

When they reached the last 100m or so of the race, the stadium burst into cheering, each person of the audience shouting encouragement to their respective runner. Against all odds, and to the surprise of many, Bart burst into a full out sprint, easily overtaking Wally, and crossing the finish line with an enthusiastic whoop.

Jaime was absolutely shocked to say the least. After running three laps, how had Bart found the energy for that last burst of speed?

A time of 4.02 minutes flashed on the screen behind them as the announcer proclaimed Bart the winner. Meloni and Don broke into cheers beside Jaime, and Barry and Iris clapped as well to show their support. Even Jaime found a small smile working it’s way onto his lips as he clapped, in awe of the impressive speed Bart had just displayed.

There was a few minutes between events while the results of the race were recorded and the next set of runners lined up at the starting blocks. Again, both Bart and Wally were among the competitors. This time, the distance was more than double what they had just run at 3200m. Jaime was curious to see how Bart would hold up against the longer distance.

When the starting gun fired, all of the runners took off as a group, rather than Bart and Wally distinguishing themselves from the pack right away. With eight laps to go, Jaime supposed it made sense. No point in going all out during the first half of the race, only to burn out when it really mattered. Bart and Wally would probably wait until the final few laps to burst ahead of their teammates.

Around and around the track they went, keeping pace with one another until the sixth lap. As soon as they passed the starting line, all of the runners kicked it up a notch, and gaps between the competitors became more noticeable. As expected, Wally and Bart pulled ahead of everyone else, and chatter broke out amongst the crowd about which redhead it would be this time.

Barry and Iris seemed to have their money on their nephew (Jaime had finally pieced it together when Barry made the comment about Iris being a West before marriage), whereas Don and Meloni, being the proud parents they were, were betting on their son to come out on top. Jaime couldn’t help being biased, and was also rooting for Bart. After all, he was the whole reason Jaime was at this track meet to begin with.

Bart was giving his all. Halfway into the last lap, he was ahead of Wally by a few steps. It seemed like he had the win in the bag. Then out of nowhere, Wally pulled the same stunt Bart had last time.

Jaime could see Bart do a double take when his cousin passed him, but there was nothing he could do. Bart’s strength was his speed; not endurance. He was only able to give about 80 percent, whereas Wally had paced himself better, and could pour 100 percent of his speed into the last leg of the race.

While Jaime was disappointed to see Bart take second, he was still impressed overall. Wally had beat Bart by two seconds, but Bart had beat the rest of his team by nearly ten seconds, meaning he and Wally had had quite an impressive lead.

Barry, Iris, Don and Meloni were engaged in a chat about the outcome of the latest race, but Jaime found his eyes glued to his not-so-mysterious (anymore) caller. Despite losing the last event, Bart seemed to be a good sport. He and Wally were standing on the sidelines, getting a quick drink and catching their breaths before the final event was set to start. Between gulps of water, Jaime could see the cousins teasing one another, egging each other on, and hyping one another up for the competition of the next race.

When they were called over to the track for the last event, Bart elbowed Wally in the ribs with a cocky smirk on his face, and Wally retaliated by pulling the smaller man into a headlock to ruffle his hair. Jaime didn’t quite know what to make of it, other than that Bart seemed to have a cocky, playful personality. It explained why he had been so adamant about playing the stupid identity game he had roped Jaime into over the phone during his radio segments each night.

The last distance was 5000m, or approximately 12 laps. Just thinking about that much running made Jaime want to cry. Needless to say, he wasn’t a huge fan of running. Other sports, sure, but running was not something Jaime enjoyed for himself. He would have to give massive kudos to Bart for having enough dedication to running to put himself through the 12 lap race.

Again, all of the runners stayed in a pack for the majority of the race. By about lap eight, it was clear who the real endurance runners were. The six competitors had spread out, a few feet behind one another, with Wally leading. There was a black-haired guy on his heels, and following behind him were Bart and another black-haired runner, a little shorter than the man in front of him. Two more runners were taking up the rear.

Laps nine, ten and eleven passed without much change. It wasn’t until they got into the final lap that Bart mustered the energy to pull ahead of his two black-haired teammates and take up the trail behind his cousin.

Wally’s winning time of fourteen minutes and two seconds flashed up on the scoreboard, followed by Bart’s time of 14.08. Jaime almost had to do a double take. When he calculated the math, it meant Bart had averaged a time of approximately a minute and eleven seconds per lap, and Wally had been faster still!

While the judges and officials were confirming the results of all of the events that had taken place, the stadium around Jaime burst to life as audience members began to make their exit down to the track to meet with and congratulate the athletes they had come to support. Beside him, Don, Meloni, Barry and Iris stood from their seats and gathered up their belongings, preparing to go congratulate Bart and Wally on their wins in today’s events.

“You should come with us, Jaime,” Meloni suggested when Jaime didn’t stand up with the rest of them.

Immediately, a stone sank in the college student’s stomach. What would Bart think if he saw Jaime with his parents? He and Bart hadn’t even met yet. How would Jaime be able to explain if Bart’s parents brought up the boyfriend issue?

Reluctantly, Jaime got up to follow the two couples down to the track. He was sweat-dropping. He really hoped Bart’s parents wouldn’t make things awkward.

As soon as he was in range, Don slung an arm around his son’s shoulders, congratulating him on his multiple wins. Meloni also smothered Bart in a hug when she got her opportunity, cooing over how well he had done. Beside them, Barry and Iris were doing much of the same to their nephew, expressing their awe of Wally’s endurance in the long-distance events. Meanwhile, Jaime stood awkwardly by, waiting for a chance to hopefully have a chat with his not-so-mysterious caller.

When the Allens finally separated from their son, Jaime locked eyes with Bart. There was a glint in those green irises that Jaime couldn’t place. It wasn’t good or bad per say; Jaime could only describe it as making him feel on edge, ready to tip one way or the other.

As soon as Meloni noticed the stare between the two boys, she immediately turned on Bart, much to Jaime’s horror.

“Bart! Why haven’t you introduced us to your boyfriend? He’s such a handsome young man.” She used an insistant hand to push Jaime forward, so much so that he almost stumbled and fell into the chest of his supposed “boyfriend”. Luckily, Bart’s hands came up and caught him by the biceps before that could happen.

Both his and Bart’s eyes widened. Pink burned hot on each of their cheeks. Jaime took a quick step back. He felt like he wanted to crawl into a hole and die.

“Well?” Don goaded. “Don’t be shy! I’m glad to see my son’s finally been able to put the Allen-family charm to use! How long have you two been together?”

Jaime could feel the color in his cheeks getting darker by the second. Bart was still giving him this weird look, as if it weren’t his parents who had instigated this whole conversation in the first place. The prolonged awkward eye contact was making Jaime uneasy, and he was tempted to just speak up and shut down Bart’s parent’s idea about him and their son being in a relationship, but before he had the chance, Bart was clearing his throat to speak.

The track star raised a hand to the back of his neck, and Jaime had to do a double-take at the innocent “embarrassed” façade he was now putting on. “Well,” he said, playing bashful, “Guess the cat’s out of the bag, Babe.”

Jaime’s eyes widened to the size of dinner plates upon hearing the pet name. Bart was just going to go along with this?!

Without preamble, the redhead slung his arm around Jaime’s shoulders, crushing him into his side in a display of “affection” for his parents’ benefit. “Jaime’s a little shy,” Bart said, when Jaime failed to fill in the silence. “He wanted to keep our relationship a secret. I’m actually a little surprised he came to the track meet today.”

Bart subtly bumped Jaime’s hip with his own, which was a cue for him to talk. It took a moment for the raven-haired boy to scramble for a response. He would play along... for now.

“I had to see if you were as good as you were making yourself out to be,” Jaime had noticed Bart’s encoded message; he hadn’t expected Jaime to take his phone call seriously and show up. Jaime was giving his own back in return (I had to discover who the annoying caller was).

Bart chuckled. “Would I ever lie to you?”

Jaime had to resist the urge to roll his eyes. Now the guy was just laying it on thick.

“Of course not, Chiquito.” The pet name came out from behind clenched teeth.

Luckily, Mel and Donny seemed to buy their act. When it was clear they were in the clear, Bart asked, “Mom, Dad, is it okay if I have a few minutes alone with my boyfriend?”

Meloni and Don shared a look before Don said, “Okay. But no hankey-pankey behind the bleachers!” He waved a finger at them, teasing smile in place over his lips.

Jaime felt himself going pink. “Of course not, Sir,” he managed to get out, in spite of how mixed up this situation had gotten.

Bart grabbed him by the wrist and dragged him a little ways down the track so that they were out of Meloni and Don’s hearing range. As soon as he had the opportunity, Jaime whirled on him.

“What the hell was that back there, ese?” Jaime hissed.

Bart shrugged. “They bought it, didn’t they?”

Jaime felt his eyes narrow into a glare. “Why didn’t you correct them?”

Bart did another shrug, this time with a knowing expression on his face. “It’s not like you said anything either.”

Jaime’s glare fell apart under the truthful accusation. It was his fault for not immediately shutting down the idea when Don had first brought it up to him in the stands.

Bart placed his hands on his hips and began rocking back and forth from the balls of his feet to his heels. “In all honesty, I’m actually surprised you showed up.”

Jaime emulated Bart’s pose, resting a fist against his hip and gesturing with the other. “Well, I couldn’t risk you calling back during my segment tonight and accusing me of being a liar in front of my entire audience, now could I?”

Bart tilted his head in such a way that Jaime had to repress the thought of ‘Oh, that’s cute,’ before it accidentally slipped out of his mouth.

A faint pink blush rose to Bart’s cheeks. “I guess I did kind of back you into a corner, didn’t I?” He raised a hand to the back of his neck, and it was the moment that Jaime realized Bart was genuinely sorry for having done so. While he may have wanted Jaime to show up today, it was clear now that he wouldn’t have used Jaime’s absence as blackmail against him if he had decided not to show.

Not wanting Bart to feel guilty, Jaime shrugged it off. “No es gran cosa.”

A smile worked its way onto Bart’s mouth. “I have no idea what that means, but I’m guessing by the look on your face, you’re not actually all that bothered by it.”

Jaime sighed. “Well, besides inviting me here so I can tell you how much I hate granting your High School Musical requests every night, what exactly is the reason?”

Bart scoffed. “I can’t believe you had the audacity to say that to my face!” He was trying to deliver the line seriously, but the smile on his lips told Jaime that he wasn’t actually offended.

Jaime shrugged, a small smirk working its way onto his own lips. “What can I say? Disney Channel movies are cheesy, and their sound tracks are even worse.”

Bart chuckled. “Your music is too depressing. You need something more upbeat. Less lyrics about death, sad childhoods, and oppression. ‘We’re All in this Together’, right ah-me-go?”

Jaime cringed, both at Bart’s pronunciation and at the stereotypes. His music was more complex than what Bart was making it out to be. Besides, Jaime wasn’t here to argue anyway. Bart had invited him to this track meeting with ulterior motives, and Jaime was determined to figure out what they were.

“Not all of my music is depressing,” Jaime countered. “Besides, you ignored my question. Surely you had some kind of motive in inviting me here besides to just discuss your terrible music taste. I want to know what it is.” Jaime raised both eyebrows.

An unexpected pink blush rose to Bart’s cheeks, covering up the freckles sprayed like paint across his Caucasian skin. “I wanted you to notice me.” Jaime nearly missed the words, for they came out of Bart’s mouth in a whisper.

“You wanted me to notice you?” He repeated the statement, hoping for a bit of an explanation.

Bart’s blush deepened, skin in competition with his hair for reddest feature. His green eyes were piercing the ground, seemingly in an effort to burn a hole big enough to burry himself in to avoid such embarrassment. His fingers twisted harshly against one another. His whole aura had changed from the confident runner he had been on the track to nervous schoolboy.

“We’re in the same physics class.” Bart’s sneaker kicked up a puff of dirt as he ground his toe into the sand.

Jaime blinked. He’d never seen anyone like Bart in his physics class. Was he that non-observant that he had missed him?

“I-I usually sit behind you.” It sounded like Bart was struggling to admit something difficult. Usually Jaime was the shyer one in conversations, so he completely understood what it felt like having to lead a difficult conversation. But he wanted to get to the bottom of this. Bart was on the edge of a confession, and Jaime had to know what it was.

“I noticed how a-attractive—” Bart’s blush deepened yet again— “you were pretty much as soon as I laid eyes on you. I-I wanted to get to know you better, so I asked around a little. Turns out Cassie’s a mutual friend of ours. She told me a little bit about you, from working with you at the radio station, and I did a little bit of research on my own. I looked you up on the school website. I started calling in to your station. I kept asking Cassie if she could find out more about you for me. Your favorite color, food, movie... Any hobbies, or things you like. I started piecing together this picture of you in my mind, using our conversations on the phone to confirm or deny my theories about you. Eventually, I couldn’t take it anymore. I was desperate for you to notice me, so I started dropping hints on the phone, hoping you would take an interest. But you didn’t. And I-I can understand if-if you don’t feel the same way but IthinkIaccidentlyfellinlovewithyou.”

Jaime blinked hard. “¿Qué?” That last bit had left Bart’s mouth in an unintelligible jumble of sounds. Had Bart just admitted he was in love with him?

When Jaime snapped out of his confusion and looked back at Bart, he saw that the track star was struggling to hold back tears. A salty droplet fell from his chin and landed on the ground between them, creating a dark spot in the dirt. His shoulders were trembling with the effort to not let out a cry.

Guilt settled hard in Jaime’s stomach, like a boulder being dropped into a lake. The aftershocks were still rippling through his system. The pieces were slowly coming together.

Bart was in love with him, and wanted the feeling to be mutual. He had called in to Jaime’s radio station, hoping that he could get Jaime to take an interest in him. He wanted Jaime to pursue him, that way he would know for sure that Jaime felt the same way. And Jaime had taken an interest; he’d just done a poor job at showing it.

Hesitantly, Jaime reached a hand forward in an effort to get Bart to look up at him. “Por favor, no llores. Lo siento, I-”

Bart took a step back, angrily wiping his tears away with his fists. “No. I-it’s stupid. I built this idea of you up in my head, and it’s probably not who you are at all. I was just desperate and wanted you to like me back. And I know that me calling you every night was probably annoying and that you probably aren’t even into guys-”

Jaime surged forward, grabbing onto the other boy’s bicep with one hand and cupping his cheek with the other, and did something that surprised himself probably even more than it surprised Bart.

Bart froze, teary eyes wide in shock as Jaime’s lips smashed against his own. He was too surprised to react.

As soon as Jaime realized what he had done, he pulled back, blushing madly. Despite his embarrassment however, he couldn’t help the truth that fell from his lips.

“I am.” When Bart still looked confused, Jaime rushed to clarify. “Into guys. Into... you. I’m bisexual.” He raised a hand to nervously rub at the short raven hairs along the back of his neck, chuckling awkwardly.

Bart seemed to snap out of his stupor. “You’re into me? I didn’t think you were interested. I thought you only came today because I was blackmailing you.”

Jaime’s awkward laugh turned amused. “If you think I showed up today because of your so-called ‘blackmail’, you need a new definition for the word.” He moved his hand from his neck, slipping it into his pocket to pull out his notebook. Jaime flipped it to the page where he had taken down all of the little clues Bart had given to him over the phone and turned the book around to show it to the track star. Bart’s green eyes widened slowly as he read over all of Jaime’s scrupulously written notes.

“I wrote down everything you told me about yourself.”

Bart’s gaze slowly ascended from the page, an awed look in his eyes. Hastily, Jaime closed the notebook and placed it back in his pocket. He shifted his weight from foot to foot in consideration before finally saying, “I’d like a chance to get to know you. I want to give us—” Jaime used a finger to gesture between himself and Bart— “a chance. If that’s... crash?” He tested out the word he’d heard Bart use during a few of their phone calls.

The redhead’s face lit up like a child’s after receiving a piece of candy. “Yeah! That’s totally crash! When are you free?”

“Uh-” Jaime pulled out his phone to check his calendar, and nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt a hand clamp down on his shoulder.

“Time to get this show on the road, Kiddos.” When Jaime looked up to see who the hand belonged to, he saw Bart’s father standing between them, his other hand grasping onto his son’s shoulder. “Who knows what you two would get up to if Mel and I left you alone any longer.” Don playfully shook his head, before turning the eyes Bart had inherited from him on his son. “Your mother and I were college sweethearts, too. We know what kind of things kids your age get up to.”

Both Bart and Jaime blushed at the implications.

“Dad!” Bart groaned in embarrassment.

Don chuckled, as if it were all in a day’s work embarrassing his son. He turned to Jaime. “We usually go out as a family after track meets to celebrate. Everyone’ll be there. It’s a good opportunity for Bart to introduce you to the family. If you’re up for going, Jaime?”

The raven-haired student shared a look with his boyfriend? friend? person-he-thought-was-very-attractive-but-wanted-to-get-to-know-a-little-better-before-dating? Bart shrugged.

Jaime felt put on the spot. He and Bart had just discussed the possibility of beginning a relationship, and now he was supposed to meet the ‘rents? Not that he hadn’t already, but that was beside the point. Going out for a meal with Bart’s parents, grandparents, cousin and who-knows-who-else, and having to pretend that he’s madly in love with someone he was just meeting for the first time today? This had the potential to kill any chances he and Bart had at actually beginning a real relationship.

“I’m sorry, I already have plans,” was what Jaime wanted to say. Instead, he said, “Sure. I’d love to get to meet your family, Cariño.”

“Good evening, Tigers! You’re listening to Houston U’s nightly segment. I’m your host, Jaime Reyes-”

“-and his amazing boyfriend, Bart Allen-”

Jaime had to stifle an ‘oomph!’ as his boyfriend of three glorious months slung an arm around his neck and plopped down on his lap, leaning in close to the microphone so that he could be heard, too.

“-Next up we have ‘Flourescent Adolescence’ by Arctic Monkeys-”

“-And after that, ‘I Can’t Take My Eyes Off of You’ from High School Musical!” Bart slammed a finger into the ‘play’ button, starting the next song in the queue, before swinging his leg around so he could straddle Jaime’s lap and drag him into a kiss.

When they pulled apart, Jaime had a pout on his lips. “Who let you in here?” Bart wasn’t supposed to be in the studio, especially when Jaime was live on the air.

The younger smirked deviously. “Cassie might have loned me her key so that I could pay my boyfriend a visit while he was working...”

Jaime shook his head. “Of course she did.”

Bart booped his nose with a fingertip. “Don’t act so put out. You know you looooove me.”

Jaime shook his head, trying to keep a poker face. “Nope. You just tainted my reputation by saying that we’re gonna play High School Musical songs voluntarily. How could I love someone who would pull such a slanderous act against me?”

Bart poked his nose again. “You looooove me.”

Jaime shook his head. His lips threatened to quirk up into a smile. His poker face was cracking. “Nope.”

Bart hovered his lips dangerously close to Jaime’s own. “Admit it, Babe. You love me more than anyone in the world.”

Jaime’s mask crumbled. “Yeah,” he finally admitted. “Te amo con todo mi corazón.” He pulled Bart that little inch forward to kiss him again.

Unfortunately the phone cut their loving moment shorter than either boy wanted. Jaime picked it up.

“Hello, fellow Tiger! You’re on-air with Houston U’s nightly segment. Care to introduce yourself to all the listeners out there?”

“Yeah, Jaime, it’s Gar. I’m glad to hear that you finally found yourself a good partner, but next time you might want to make sure your mic is off before making any declarations of love while you’re live.”

Crimson bloomed to life across the entirety of his face while Gar hung up on the other end of the line. Immediately, the radio host leaned forward and flicked off the switch to his microphone. Jaime buried his face in his hands.

“I hate you!” He directed at Bart in an embarrassed moan.

Bart chuckled. “Nah. You looooove me.”

Here it finally is @purple--waffles! I’m so sorry it took me so long! I’ve been slowly working on it since the day your request arrived in my asks. Life is crazy, and I haven’t had a whole lot of time to write recently, but I really wanted to finish this for you. My mind ran with the prompt, and even though it took me awhile, hopefully the length makes up for it??? Maybe? Anyways, I hope you enjoy it!

#young justice #yj #bart allen #jaime reyes #kid flash #impulse #blue beetle #bluepulse #asks #answers #writing requests #sorry this took me a little while to finish

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himitsu-luna · 3 years

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Reação/ Reaction

Reação do GOT7 a você querer ensinar a eles o português/a cultura do Brasil (Got7 reaction to you wanting to teach them portuguese/the brazilian culture)

Contexto: você é brasileira(o) e mora na Coreia há algum tempo já. Você e esse membro são amigos, e na verdade você tem uma quedinha por ele. Um dia vocês estão de boa, relaxando juntos , e você decide aproveitar a oportunidade para ensinar a ele um pouco da sua língua e da sua cultura. ( Context: you are Brazilian, and you've been living in Korea for a while now. You and this member are friends, and actually you have a little crush on him. One day, you're just chilling together, and you decide to teach him a little about your language and culture)

Come eles reagiriam? (How would they react?)

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Mark

Mark estava esperando por isso (Mark was waiting for this)

Ele já conhece diversos idiomas, e desde que ouviu você falando em português, ele se apaixonou pelo jeito como a sua língua soa. (He already knows a bunch of idioms, and since he listened to you speaking in portuguese, he fell in love with the sound of your language)

Então, quando você fala que vai ensinar a ele algumas palavras em português, ele fica bem animado (So, when you tell him you're going to teach him some words in portuguese, he gets really excited)

Na verdade, ele já até fez algumas pesquisas por conta própria, esperando uma oportunidade para conversar com você (Actually, he already researched some things on his own, waiting for an opportunity to talk to you)

Você ensinou várias palavras para ele, e ele parecia hipnotizado enquanto te ouvia falar (you taught him a lot of words, and he seemed hipnotyzed while listening to you talking)

Ele é um bom aluno, e repete as palavras todas certinhas (he is a great student, and repeat all the words correctly)

A palavra preferida dele foi "Saudades" (His favorite word was "Saudades" - a word that just exist in the portuguese language. It's a noun, and represents the feeling of missing someone.)

Agora ele usa essa palavra toda vez que conversa com você - " eu estava com saudades". (Now, he uses this word everytime he talks to you - "I had saudades/ I was feeling saudades I don't know how to phrase this in english hahahah)

JB ficaria super empolgado (he would get super excited)

Ele às vezes se depara com diversas fotografias das paisagens brasileiras, e elas fazem ele pensar em como seria incrível ir pessoalmente ao Brasil para tirar suas próprias fotografias (sometimes he come across photos of the brazilian landscapes, and they make him wonder how incredible It would be if he could go to Brazil and take his own photos)

Então você mostra a ele vários pontos turísticos do Brasil (So you show him some of Brazil's tourist spots)

As praias nordestinas; a natureza de Fernando de Noronha; o Cristo Redentor do Rio de Janeiro; São Paulo, a cidade que nunca para; Ouro Preto, com sua arquitetura colonial; as cataratas de Foz do Iguaçu, e diversos outros lugares fantásticos (the northeast beaches; Fernando de Noronha's Nature; the Christ the Redeemer statue, in Rio de Janeiro; São Paulo, the city that never sleeps; Ouro Preto city, with its colonial arquitecture; Foz do Iguaçu's waterfalls; and a lot of other fantastic places)

Você consegue ver os olhos dele brilharem enquanto você mostra todas a imagens multicoloridas para ele (you can see his eyes sparkling while you show him all the multicolored pictures to him)

E seu coração dispara quando ele fala que quando for ao Brasil,vocês dois vão rodar o país juntos (and you heart goes crazy when he tells you that when he goes to Brazil, you two will travel around the whole the country together)

Jackson

Jackson sempre foi curioso em relação ao Brasil (Jackson was always curious about Brazil)

Algo que sempre chamou a atenção dele foi o carnaval brasileiro (The Brazilian Carnival is something that has always grabbed his attention)

Ele já viu alguns vídeos dos desfiles do país, e ele ficou encantado com as cores, as fantasias, a alegria (he saw some videos of the parades, and he got amazed by the colors, the costumes, the happiness)

Então quando você pergunta pra ele o que ele gostaria de aprender, ele te pede pra falar um pouco do carnaval (so when you ask him what he would like to learn, he asks you to talk a little about the Carnival)

Ah, o carnaval. Você fala que o carnaval é a celebração mais esperada do ano. E o país entra em festa por quatro dias inteiros (ahh, the Carnival. You say the Carnival is the most expected celebration of the whole year. The country party for four entire days.)

As pessoas vão as ruas, fantasiadas ou não, para cantar marchinhas carnavalescas e se divertirem juntos (people go to the streets dressed up in costumes or not, to sing traditional Carnival songs and to have fun together)

É um evento levado muito a sério também, porque vocês também tem competições para ver quem faz o desfile mais bonito (it's a serious event too, because there are competitions to elect who did the most beautiful parade)

Enquanto você fala, as reações de Jackson são das mais variadas, e você adora isso nele (while you talk, Jackson's reactions are really diverse, and you love this about him)

Ele já estava animado com a ideia de ir a um carnaval no Brasil, e agora ele ficou ainda mais (he was already excited to see a brazilian Carnival before, and he is even more now)

Claro que ele te inclue no plano sem pensar duas vezes, e você não consegue conter um largo sorriso (of course he includes you in his plans without thinking twice, and you can't help but smile widely)

Jinyoung

Jinyoung sempre está preparado para te ouvir e aprender coisas novas (Jinyoung is always ready to listen to you and to learn new things)

Ele quer saber especialmente se o Brasil também produz novelas e filmes, já que ele gosta de passar seu tempo livre assistindo a várias coisas (he wants to know particularly if Brazil produces dramas and movies too, since he likes to spend his free time watching stuff)

Você está pronta(o) para dar um discurso. (You are ready to give him a speech)

"Novelas?pfffttt Brasileiros não vivem sem novela!" , você diz a ele, rindo. "Não são como as novelas coreanas, mas sim, nós temos novelas!" ("Dramas? Pfffft Brazilians can't live without a drama!" , you say laughing. "They are not like the Korean dramas, but yes, we have our dramas!")

Você explica também que o Brasil tem algumas obras primas questão de filmes. A realidade brasileira é muito diversa, e muito dura também. Há diversos filmes excelentes que retratam o país, na forma mais crua dele, como Cidade de Deus, Tropa de Elite, Central do Brasil, Carandiru. (You also explain that Brazil produced some films that were considered masterpieces. The brazilian reality is really diverse, and can be really harsh too. There are lots of excelent movies that portray the country, in its raw form, like City of God, Elite squad, Central Station, Carandiru)

Jinyoung te ouve com a maior atenção(Jinyoung listens to you with great attention)

E te fala para se preparar para uma maratona de filmes com ele depois(and tells you to be prepared to have a movie Marathon with him later)

Youngjae

Youngjae ficaria muito animado para aprender mais sobre o Brasil (Youngjae would get excited to learn more about Brazil)

Desde que ele te conheceu, ele ficou realmente curioso sobre o seu país - leia-se "você" (since he met you, he got curious about your country - aka you)

Ele ficaria especialmente interessado na música brasileira (he would be specially interested in the Brazilian music)

Ele já sabe um pouco sobre bossa nova, e você mostra a ele um pouco de todos os nossos outros estilos musicais exclusivos - mpb, funk, axé, pagode, samba, sertanejo. (He already knows a bit about Bossa Nova, and you show him a little about the other brazilian exclusive music styles - mpb, funk, axé, pagode, samba, sertanejo)

Ele presta bastante atenção em você, te faz perguntas, e até adiciona algumas músicas que você mostrou na playlist pessoal dele ( he pays attention on you, asks you questions, and even add some of the songs you showed him to his personal playlist)

Você nunca viu ele tão animado na vida (se é que isso é possível) (you've never seen him so cheerful before - If it's even possible)

E quando ele diz todo empolgado que definitivamente vai compor uma música com influências do som brasileiro especialmente para você, você simplesmente se sente nas nuvens (And when he says that he definitely will compose a song specially for you, you feel like you're in the clouds)

Bambam

Bambam definitivamente gosta da ideia (Bambam definitely likes the idea)

E tem um tópico específico que ele pede que você fale mais sobre: comida (and there's an specific topic he asks you to talk about more: food)

Ele já está com o caderninho na mão, pronto para tomar notas (he is already with his little notebook in hand, so he can take notes)

Você explica a ele que, como o Brasil é gigantesco e tem regiões com características e recursos disponíveis completamente diferentes, a culinária é bem diversa e varia dependendo da região. (You explain that, because Brazil is a giant country and has areas with different characteristics and completely different disponibility of resources, the cooking is really diverse e varies depending on the region you are)

Mas o prato nacional mais famoso do país seria a feijoada* (but the most famous national dish would be Feijoada)

Outros pratos famosos incluem o pão de queijo* e o brigadeiro*. (Other famous dishes would be pão de queijo and brigadeiro)

Você pode ver o Bambam salivando só de ouvir sua explicação (you can see Bambam salivating just by hearing your explanations)

Ele quer fazer algo para você, para você lembrar da sua terra natal (he wants to cook something for you, so you can remind your homeland)

Você fica completamente comovida(o) com esse gesto, e promete a ele que vai ajuda-lo (you get so touched by his gesture, and promise him you will help him)

Yugyeom

Yugyeom quer aprender tudo sobre o Brasil (Yugyeom wants to learn everything about Brazil)

Quando eu digo tudo, eu quero dizer tudo mesmo! Ao ponto de você quase se arrepender de ter começado a conversa, depois de três horas respondendo as perguntas dele. (And when I say everything, I mean everything! To the point you're almost regreting having started this conversation, after three hours of answering his questions)

Mas sério, ele fica realmente fofo quando está todo curioso (but really, he gets so cute when he is all curious)

Ele quer ouvir a todas as músicas, te pede pra fazer todas as comidas, quer ver fotos de todos os lugares, já quer colocar um filme pra vocês assistirem juntos, já está planejando uma viagem para ver o carnaval, pergunta se você gosta de futebol (he wants to listen to all the songs, he asks you to cook all the foods, he wants to see pictures of all the places, he already wants to play a movie for you to watch together, he is already planning a trip to see the Carnival, he asks you If you like soccer)

Você não consegue parar de sorrir o tempo todo. E ele sente que agora pode te entender melhor (you can't stop smiling the whole time. And he feels like he can understand you better)

Você quase tem um treco quando ele pede para vocês se encontrarem mais, para que você possa ensinar a ele algo diferente todo dia (you almost go crazy when he asks you If you can meet more frequently, so you can teach him a new thing everyday)

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Aqui está @dxnbi-ah !!! Eu espero que você goste!!! 💕

-side notes:

*feijoada: a type of Black beans stew?? Hahaha I don't know how to explain, but we cook black beans with bacon, smoked sausage, a lot of parts of pork (ear, foot, tail, ribs). It's pretty heavy, but it's delicious!

*pão de queijo: It would be a cheese bread, but not exactly? Once again, I don't know how to explain ahhah hmm it's made with a special kind of cheese, and tapioca starch. It's one of my fav things! It's crunch outside, and chewy inside. We often eat this dish on lunch breaks or as breakfast.

*brigadeiro: it's SWEeT!! It's basically condensed milk with cocoa powder. We cook this ingredients and shape into little balls. This is something we eat at birthdays.

#got7 #got7 reactions #got7 reações #mark #jb #Jackson #Jinyoung #Youngjae #bambam #yugyeom #brazil #brasil #pt-br

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every1studio · 4 years

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true feelings series: “july: the falling out” [ateez: hongjoong]

genre: angst + slight fluff (non idol!au)

ficstyle: bulletpoints + oneshot + series [YUNHO] [HONGJOONG]

prompt: a series for feelings that one would experience for the sake of “love”

note: I know that it’s been a long time and this isn’t going to be a big RETURN to tumblr. I’ve been going through a lot; I’ve been so unmotivated and just going through a roller coaster of emotions. So if it’s not too much, I kinda wanna write a little of what I’m going through in this piece... I hope you don’t mind. Until next time, Yenni.

a/n: this is inspired by this song “JULY,” on SOUNDCLOUD. Check Valerie Thai out!!!

you remembered when you met him for the first time in July

it was at a little boutique street on 29th Avenue

you were working part time at a music instrument shop

the air conditioning in the shop kept you sane as you were busy carefully wiping the dust off of the display instruments

the tranquil sound of bells chimed as you got up to welcome in the customer

you were kind of stunned

it was cliche to think that he was the most handsome guy you’ve ever seen in your life; but you weren’t wrong

he smiled as you welcomed him into the shop as he patted the sweat running from his sideburns, “I must be blessed to come across a place with some strong a/c..”

he looks around the shop as he admired the instruments hanging all around and secretly at you

“I should come here more often..” the guy mumbled

“and you should..” you mumbled back, so sure that he wasn’t able to hear you

“hmm? why is that?” your face beamed with embarrassment as he shot a smile of curiosity at you

“uH.. We hAVe a gOOd seLEcTion oF inSTrumeNts.. and stuff...” you tried to direction his attention away from you

“I’m looking for a nice acoustic guitar.. could you help out?”

how could he be so smiley and so calm? he must be a player

you nodded but you kept your guard up

finally you were able to get your mind off of his distracting face and went to something you were familiar with

you always had a love for music; ever since you were little

so when your uncle opened up a music instrument shop, you were quick to ask him to work there

the guy caught himself looking at you more than the guitars you showed him

how could he not?

you were so excited to show him your favorite guitars as well as some popular ones

he could tell that you loved music just as much as he did

it showed in your eyes

“I think this one is good for you, what do you think?” he woke up from his daydream of a daze

“I think that I should ask you out on a date- BUT YOU DON’T HAVE TO IF YOU FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE!” you could tell that mid-sentence he got red, so red that you could feel it burn up to your ears

“I wouldn’t mind going on a date with you..” you whispered, gripping onto the neck of the guitar

the smiley guy stuck his hand out for you to take, “I’m Hongjoong..”

“I’m Y/N”

...

A COUPLE YEARS PASSED

it was the end of summer when you reminisced over the times you spent with Hongjoong

where you met

where you had your first date

when you two shared your first kiss

when you two had your first fight

how he made you feel then

how he made you feel now

you were so sure that you two were going to last forever

where did it all go wrong?

you could tell that the longer you stayed with him, the more he fell out of love with you

the little voice inside your head won

telling you that you weren’t going to make him feel like he did when he first met you

telling you that even if you gave him your whole heart, he wouldn’t take it

your insecurities pushed yourself away from him

the words that weren’t said out loud were the missing piece to fixing your relationship

but in the end, they were never said

the beginning of July was the last time you two talked

there was no closure

a small and petty fight grew into a larger one that had nothing to do with what was spoken about at the beginning of the conversation

after all the yelling, you stopped for a second

you were a whimpering mess as Hongjoong’s knuckles were white, holding himself back from something, you will never know

“do you still love me?” you whispered

you knew that he heard you, but you didn’t hear a reply

“when did you stop loving me?”

after a few moments, he just grabbed his jacket and left

you were bewildered as you collapsed onto your knees

Hongjoong could hear your muffled cries behind the other side of your door

he made it outside the place that you two shared, but he couldn’t step away from it

he didn’t know why he left you like that

everything just felt different, it wasn’t the same anymore

he waited for you to stop crying before he called his friend, Seonghwa, if he could crash at his place

you couldn’t sleep that night

when you closed your eyes, he was there

when you opened your eyes, you were hit with realization that your room will no longer have him in it

even as you wrapped yourself with the blanket, you were still cold

his warmth was no longer there and it made you uncomfortable

slowly but surely, you dragged your feet to continue on with your life without Hongjoong in it

Hongjoong didn’t know how to confront you; even after spending a part of his life with you for years, it was like he didn’t know you

the both of you had mutual feelings that the two of you were able to move on

the landlord called for him to pick up his things

that was when he found that the you moved out of the place that you two once called home

you quit your job at the music instrument shop

you changed your number

you deleted him out of your social medias, out of your life

well.. you tried to

despite of all of that, you couldn’t help but go by 29th Avenue

so many memories were held on this street

what if you called out to him that night?

what if you hugged him to stay?

what if?

you never said goodbye

there wasn’t closure

but it was for sure the end of the relationship

you sat on the balcony of your new apartment

you looked over the city as the warm summer breeze got caught in your hair

you stretched as you breathed in the air of your new life

as you were stretching, an old guitar at the corner of your room caught your eye

your arms fell to your side as you walked over to it

you gave it a small melancholy smile as you sat down next to it

“it’s been too long..”

...

JULY OF THE NEXT YEAR

Hongjoong adjusted his headset before going live on his live radio show

Hongjoong was a famous radio star and he dug a grave in his work to forget about you

“Hey everyone~ I hope you’re in a place with some nice, cool A/C~”

like an old record, he was reminded of the first time he met you

“I’m going play some songs that you guys have been requesting me to play on this station so let’s get to it!”

he scrolls down to read the first comment that caught his attention

Hongjoong clears his throat before he read the comment out loud, “From: Byul1117 “Hongjoong, I LOVE listening to your station so much! there’s this song that I’ve been listening to on REPEAT, listening to it is like drinking a glass of lemonade on a hot day in July. I recently discovered this artist and I’ve been obsessed with this song, it’s called “JULY” by Y/N! please check it out, it’s on soundcloud!!””

he froze after he read the comment

there’s no way that it was you.. right?

other people can have the same name

“thanks so much for the support, Byul1117.. let’s listen to “JULY” by Y/N..”

he turns off his mic as his staff plays the song that was requested

the moment you started singing, he knew it was you

did you write music before?

did your voice always sound this beautiful yet sad?

who was the inspiration of this song?

was it him?

as the song went on, he remembered everything that the two of you did

he unintentionally smiled as he remembered telling you that he fell in love with you for the second time on your first date at the quaint boba shop

remembered on how you looked at him in confusion, “when was the first time?”

he kissed your hand like some sort of prince before answering, “when I opened the door of a certain music instrument shop..”

you jokingly cringed as you pulled away from him, “are you actually this CHEESY?!”

the music slows as you sang that you’d be waiting for him at the place where you two had your first date

the month of July held so much for him and for you

when the song ends, he wanted to get up and run to where you said you were waiting

but he couldn’t; the rest of the broadcast was a blur to him

as soon as it ended, he ran to that street; 29th Avenue

Hongjoong couldn’t lie

he felt like it wasn’t the same

but that was because he didn’t make an effort to keep it that way

all of this was his fault and he knew it

and he knew deep down inside, that you wouldn’t be blaming yourself for what happened

what felt like an eternity passed, he made it to the shop

he was out of breath but that was the least of his concern

you never left his mind

everywhere he went he was reminded of you

maybe it was too late for him to do anything at this point

he didn’t know how to get to you when he felt like you were the one that was slowly pushing him away

Hongjoong hoped that you were there waiting for him

he was about to enter the shop when someone else enters before him

you got up with a smile

Hongjoong was so sure that you saw him

that you would run into his arms again and start over

but you ran into the arms of another man

you showed him a smile that was once only shown to Hongjoong

in those 60 seconds, it was like it played in slow motion

you had moved on

you were happy

how could he enter your life again after seeing that you got back on your feet without him?

Hongjoong sat down at a table with his back to you as he heard you making your way out of the door

“did he ever visit you? I heard someone requested your song on his radio show..” the man who was accompanying you opened the door for you

“no.. but there’s no helping it, we both walked out of each other’s life. for better or for worse.. I’m not going to lie, he still crosses my mind. especially in July.. I hope he’s doing well..” your voice comes to a stop

Hongjoong could tell that you were about to cry, even without looking at you

“I’ve been longing for closure for so long.. that now..now that I have you.. I don’t want it.. I don’t need it..” you murmured through tears the gently rolled off your face

the man before you wipes your tears away, “I don’t want you to bottle your feelings.. I want you to tell me everything that you’re going through.. I want to be there for you when you have the slightest feeling of sadness.. I want to be there.. as your boyfriend..”

both you and Hongjoong went wide-eyed, “Yunho..”

“even if you can’t accept me, I’ll be by your side... because I know how hard it was for you to go through the things that you did-”

“thank you Yunho..”

Hongjoong was clenching his hands, hoping that you’d turn him down

please, please, please; Hongjoong was holding his breath

“I would feel assured if you were by my side.. as my boyfriend..”

Hongjoong’s heart’s battery depleted as Yunho’s was energized

“okay okay okay, let’s go to the movies before it’s too late,” Yunho happily picked you up and ran off

as you two ran off, you were so sure that you saw Hongjoong

but you didn’t say anything, because if you did, you would probably get closure...

and if you got closure, you’d tell him how much you missed him

and if you told him how much you missed him, you’d fall for him for the third time

Hongjoong smiled as streams of tears ran onto his hand

the hand that still had the cheap gunmetal couple ring you got for the both of you on your first anniversary

he always had trouble taking off the ring because that would mean that he would finally move on from you

but he couldn’t so he didn’t

now?

seeing you finally be happy without him was a sort of closure he didn’t know he needed

he took off the ring as it was coated with his choked up tears

and left it on the table at the place where you two had your first date

29th Avenue in July was something that would always cross his mind

and it was something that would always cross yours

End.

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