fulfilled drabble requests
First of all, Happy Holidays everyone. Here's my gift to you: the fulfilled drabbles from this request batch. Sorry I couldn't finish everyone's, but I got lazy D: What else is new. Le sigh.
Yamada Sparklepants. Yamada/Shida. G
Shida is a sekrit Twilight fanatic and to satisfy her needs Yamada drowns himself in glitter to give her that authentic *SPARKLY* vampire visual.
“What the fuck,” Shida says when she finally looks up from her magazine. There’s not a hint of patience in her voice as she stares at Yamada. “What are you doing?”
“What?” Yamada asks, already done with applying half of Shida’s glitter eyeshadow to his body. “You’re the one who’s obsessed with that stupid bastard. I’m just trying to satisfy your kink.” He looks oddly amused, standing in front of the Christmas tree. With the light hitting him in just the right angle, Yamada sparkles.
“What the hell,” Shida is still saying. “What the hell, what the hell, what the hell. Oh God, I’m dating a psycho.” She nearly knocks the plate of cookies off the table while storming into the kitchen, where Yuto and Chinen are busy icing the cake for the Christmas party.
“Don’t worry, Shida-chan,” Chinen says when Shida relays the information of Yamada’s temporarily insanity. “He just drank the alchoholic eggnog, that’s all.”
You mean, they actually have morning classes here? HSJ. G.
HeySayBEST goes to university
Hikaru is supposedly a linguistic major, yet he can’t converse with anyone in English to save his life. Once, he attempted to flirt with a Caucasian transfer student and accidentally insulted her hair instead.
Hikaru never knew why she dumped her diet coke on him.
Takaki doesn’t attend classes. He spends his time catching up on beauty sleep and fixing his hair. One time Inoo walked in on Takaki re-coloring his roots in their dorm’s communal bathroom and nearly had a heart attack when he found some upperclassman flirting with Takaki. Apparently the upperclassman thought Takaki was a girl.
Yabu is the head of a million clubs on campus, not to mention a valued brother at a respectable fraternity. He can be spotted at every charity event and even sold off his body for the second-year formal to raise money for underprivileged kids.
(Hikaru ended up buying Yabu after beating out 5 different girls and raising Yabu’s total cost to 10000yen. “What can I say,” Hikaru replied when people questioned him. “Yabbuchi is an expensive prostitute.”)
Inoo actually has one of the highest GPAs at their university. He doesn’t tell people this at the sake of being beaten up by Hikaru.
No one believes Daiki actually goes to their university. Takaki still thinks Daiki is in high school.
It's the best thing for yo' nail, it shine like diamond in da' sky. MBLAQ. Joon/Mir. G.
Twilight!Joonmir
"Holy shit," Mir manages to breathe out when he composes himself. He notices that his hand is still settled on Joon's neck, but he slowly loses his grip as his fingers slide down Joon's arm. "How did you get here so fast?"
Joon doesn't bat an eyelash. "What are you talking about? I was right next to you." Regardless, his grip on Mir's waist tightens.
"No, but," Mir begins to say, but is cut off by the throng of people suddenly surrounding them. Someone is asking if he's okay, and in the background Mir can hear someone calling an ambulance. "No, no no," Mir tries again, finding himself tongue-tied for the first time in a very long time. "How did you stop that van?"
"I had an adrenaline rush, it's very common." Joon pauses, the crease of his lip curving up to form a smirk. That fucker. "You can google it."
Mir's eyes travel from the torn van next to him to the rubble on the ground. His legs feel particular weak at the moment, but he presses on. "No, how did you stop the van?" He reaches for Joon's hand, but the boy is already pulling away. Mir sighs faintly, feeling a rush of dizziness hit him.
"You're not going to give up, are you?" Joon says, although he seems blurrier than Mir remembers. "Well, I hope you enjoy disappointment."
And that's when Mir blacks-out.
Poke poke poke poke-her face. MBLAQ. Joon/mir. G
JoonMir with cards
“Alright,” Mir says, a cocky grin on his face as he lays the cards on the table. Behind them, Seungho whines about how ridiculous the situation is while Cheondung shifts uncomfortably in his seat, already down to only his shirt and boxers. G.O. had forfeited rounds ago when he ran out of clothes and Mir dared him to shave off his mustache instead. “I win again,” Mir adds when no one moves. “Off with your shirt, Joonie-hyung.”
Joon stares, not because he was ever shy about going shirtless, but because Mir has been picking on him for the last few consecutive rounds. Regardless, he pulls at the hem of his back t-shirt and easily slips it over his head. “Happy now?”
Mir beams in reply.
“How long does this have to go on?” Seungho asks while he shuffles the deck. Aside from Mir, Seungho is the only one who manages to keep most of his clothes on, although Joon has taken no reservations in explaining this phenomenon (“it’s because no one wants to see you strip, Seunggnie, now go back to shuffling~”).
Mir says nothing at first, busy focusing on the way Seungho is dealing the cards. “Last man standing, hyung,” he reveals. In the end the game ends when Cheondung gives up and pulls out his wallet, muttering something about letting Mir take all of his cash before scrambling away, picking up his clothes on the way to his room.
“Well, someone seemed to enjoy my striptease.” Joon grins when everyone leaves and Mir is stuffing the cards back into the box. He leans over, still shirtless, and flexes a little. Mir whistles. “I think we can continue this game in the bathroom.”
“You think?” Mir is already getting up.
“Yep,” Joon says. “But leave the cards here.”
Firya Burning on the Dance Floor. MBLAQ. Joon/Cheondung. G
Joon and Thunder making out mhm
Sometimes Joon thinks Cheondung is too calm, too reserved. Now’s not one of those times, with Cheondung’s hand under Joon’s shirt and roaming the expanse of Joon’s abs. There’s another hand in Joon’s hair, tugging just enough to make Joon tilt his head, opening his lips as Cheondung does something crazy with his tongue.
Cheondung’s breath is hot on Joon’s skin, and there’s something dark in his eyes as Joon cups Cheondung’s chin and kisses away the stress and anxiety that’s been building up for the last few days. They go on like this, Joon periodically making small sounds while their hands run free.
Their make out session ends when Cheondung knocks a cup off the table, and suddenly he’s pulling away and flushing, his hair flying in a million directions as he searches for a broom and something to clean up the mess with.
“Forget Mir’s stupid cup,” Joon says, already licking his lips as he tugs at Cheondung’s elbow. He sighs when Cheondung shakes his head in return. The spark is gone now, and Cheondung has once again picked up his deer-caught-in-the-headlight expression as he bites his lips, uncertainty flashing all over his face.
“I don’t know, hyung,” Cheondung replies quietly, attempting to pull away.
Joon wraps his arms around the younger boy’s waist instead. “Why are you suddenly shy now?” He smiles a little, leaning in to capture Cheondung’s mouth with his. Cheondung replies hesitantly at first, but relaxes a little when Joon nips on the edge of his lip.
“Hyung,” Cheondung says at last. “I don’t think I’m very good at this.”
“I think you’re good enough,” Joon laughs and shuts Cheondung up with another kiss.
I saw Jihoon-hyung kissing Santa Clause! MBLAQ. Joon/Seungho. G.
mblaq decides to do secret santa, rain gives out assignments, joon gets seungho AND IS TOTALLY OBVIOUS ABOUT IT
Rain shows up one day in their dorm, a small envelope in one hand while brandishing a ridiculous Santa hat. “Alright boys, gather around,” he says after personally knocking on their bedroom doors at 7am. “We are going to do something fun.” He shakes the envelope idly before turning to Seungho. “Draw a name.”
Seungho draws first, still half asleep. Rain smiles eerily in return, watching as everyone picks out a small piece of paper from the envelope. Joon draws one for Mir when the Magnae doesn’t respond, too busy digging his face into Joon’s neck as he attempts to catch some more shut-eye. “We exchange presents on the 25th,” Rain says mysteriously before leaving.
“Wait,” G.O. speaks up when the door closes. “Why is Jihoon-hyung’s name on my card?”
“Okay, okay,” Mir says after his second cup of coffee. He leans over, nesting happily on Joon’s back while blowing at the hair near Joon’s ears. “Let’s go shopping, huh?”
Joon pets Magnae’s hair a little. He can hear G.O. complaining to Seungho in the other room, no doubt agonizing over what to get Jihoon-hyung. Joon stares back at his card before turning to Mir, “Cheolyong-ah, what do you think Seungho wants for Christmas?”
“I don’t know.” Mir shrugs. “For us to respect him for once?” He skitters off to get his jacket before Joon has a chance to reply.
“Hypothetically, if you were Seungho,” Joon tries again when they’re at the mall. “What would you want?”
Cheondung looks up from his cell phone and blinks. “Why? Do you have hyung for the exchange?”
“No.” Joon makes a face. “I said hypothetically. Do you not speak Korean?”
Cheondung has the grace to ignore Joon’s last comment. “Well,” he begins, turning to where Seungho and G.O. are currently standing. G.O. is going through racks of designer clothing while Seungho reminds him that they don’t have the salary to afford anything up to Jihoon-hyung’s tastes. “You could give him that abs workout Pilates tape you always use.”
“What tape?” Joon draws a blank. “This comes from years of hard work at the gym.” Just to demonstrate, Joon flexes a little.
Cheondung doesn’t look impressed.
“Hey, do you know-” Joon begins to say, but is cut off when G.O. waves him away with a quick, “what Seungho wants for Christmas? No.”
G.O. is in the middle of browsing through tie-clips and pocket-watches at the men’s jewelry counter. “What do you think Jihoon-hyung want, is the real question.”
“Eh.” Joon gives him a look. “For you to not treat him like a middle-aged tool? What the fuck are you looking at anyways?” He picks at one of the pocket-watches G.O. has been staring at. “Why don’t you just go ahead and give him a fucking monocle?”
G.O. shoves Joon in reply. “Why don’t you just get Seungho an autographed picture of your abs?” The clerks at the counter are starting to give them odd looks now.
“Children, children,” Mir waltzes by with a candy-cane in one hand. “Please behave in public.” He ducks when G.O. pulls him into a headlock while Joon ruffles Mir’s hair. “Help, I’m being bullied! Hyung!”
Seungho comes and offers them candy canes instead.
“Okay, so, basically,” Seungho says a few days later when G.O. reveals his plan to him. “Either Jihoon-hyung will find you funny, or he’ll cut off all your lines in our next single.”
“What?” G.O. looks almost offended, holding an autographed copy of their CD. “I’ll tell him to save it for when we’re famous.”
“Or for when you get kicked out of this band,” Mir supplies helpfully from the couch. “Whichever happens first.”
In the end Jihoon-hyung never shows up for their gift exchange, haven forgotten to inform them that he’ll be flying to Vegas for Christmas. Mir ends up snatching the hidden soju from under G.O. bed while they celebrated with some additional beverages.
“Seriously?” G.O. says, not entirely in his right mind as he waves Mir’s present around. “What is this?”
“It’s a mustache trimmer!” Mir giggles, attempting to snatch the empty carton of eggnog away from Cheondung. “You can also fix up your nose hair with this. What a dynamic gift, right?” He hiccups when Cheondung doesn't let go and ends up flopping on top of the boy.
“Geeze, they really can’t hold their alcohol,” Joon comments when he finally dumps Mir in bed. Seungho is in the process of moving Cheondung off the floor, where he’s currently making a bed out of all their sweat shirts. G.O. had disappeared ages ago, probably to enjoy the rest of his beverage collection.
“So,” Seungho says at last when Cheondung is snoring softly in bed. “Where’s my present?”
Joon laughs, snatching the card off the bedroom table. He watches as Seungho reads it, a faint smile on Leader’s face as he closes the card. “Anddd,” Joon drawls out, moving closer to Seungho until he grabs both of the older man’s hands. “As your real present, you can have-”
“I don’t want your body,” Seungho replies, voice flat.
“What?” Joon stares. “No! I was just going to offer you my respect!”
Seungho looks kind of offended at the prospect of not having Joon’s respect in the first place.
“And what’s this nonsense about not wanting my body?” Joon continues, a smirk on his face as he leans closer, his hand traveling to Seungho’s side. “That’s not what you said last week.”
“That was before you gave me a shit present for Christmas,” Seungho laughs. Regardless, he leans in just enough to smell Joon’s hair, his hand instinctly reaching up to fix Joon’s bangs.
“Okay, fine, you don’t want my respect.” Joon makes a hurt face, his mouth incredibly close to Seungho’s. “I guess you can have my body instead.”
Seungho hums in return. “I guess so.”
AN: Happy Holidays! orz I cannot title things to save my life. Ahhh TYPOS TYPOS TYPOS ): I fail at proofread as always, so feel free to point them out to me. Also, "It's the best thing for yo' nail, it shine like diamond in da' sky" is from this.
Yamada Sparklepants. Yamada/Shida. G
Shida is a sekrit Twilight fanatic and to satisfy her needs Yamada drowns himself in glitter to give her that authentic *SPARKLY* vampire visual.
“What the fuck,” Shida says when she finally looks up from her magazine. There’s not a hint of patience in her voice as she stares at Yamada. “What are you doing?”
“What?” Yamada asks, already done with applying half of Shida’s glitter eyeshadow to his body. “You’re the one who’s obsessed with that stupid bastard. I’m just trying to satisfy your kink.” He looks oddly amused, standing in front of the Christmas tree. With the light hitting him in just the right angle, Yamada sparkles.
“What the hell,” Shida is still saying. “What the hell, what the hell, what the hell. Oh God, I’m dating a psycho.” She nearly knocks the plate of cookies off the table while storming into the kitchen, where Yuto and Chinen are busy icing the cake for the Christmas party.
“Don’t worry, Shida-chan,” Chinen says when Shida relays the information of Yamada’s temporarily insanity. “He just drank the alchoholic eggnog, that’s all.”
You mean, they actually have morning classes here? HSJ. G.
HeySayBEST goes to university
Hikaru is supposedly a linguistic major, yet he can’t converse with anyone in English to save his life. Once, he attempted to flirt with a Caucasian transfer student and accidentally insulted her hair instead.
Hikaru never knew why she dumped her diet coke on him.
Takaki doesn’t attend classes. He spends his time catching up on beauty sleep and fixing his hair. One time Inoo walked in on Takaki re-coloring his roots in their dorm’s communal bathroom and nearly had a heart attack when he found some upperclassman flirting with Takaki. Apparently the upperclassman thought Takaki was a girl.
Yabu is the head of a million clubs on campus, not to mention a valued brother at a respectable fraternity. He can be spotted at every charity event and even sold off his body for the second-year formal to raise money for underprivileged kids.
(Hikaru ended up buying Yabu after beating out 5 different girls and raising Yabu’s total cost to 10000yen. “What can I say,” Hikaru replied when people questioned him. “Yabbuchi is an expensive prostitute.”)
Inoo actually has one of the highest GPAs at their university. He doesn’t tell people this at the sake of being beaten up by Hikaru.
No one believes Daiki actually goes to their university. Takaki still thinks Daiki is in high school.
It's the best thing for yo' nail, it shine like diamond in da' sky. MBLAQ. Joon/Mir. G.
Twilight!Joonmir
"Holy shit," Mir manages to breathe out when he composes himself. He notices that his hand is still settled on Joon's neck, but he slowly loses his grip as his fingers slide down Joon's arm. "How did you get here so fast?"
Joon doesn't bat an eyelash. "What are you talking about? I was right next to you." Regardless, his grip on Mir's waist tightens.
"No, but," Mir begins to say, but is cut off by the throng of people suddenly surrounding them. Someone is asking if he's okay, and in the background Mir can hear someone calling an ambulance. "No, no no," Mir tries again, finding himself tongue-tied for the first time in a very long time. "How did you stop that van?"
"I had an adrenaline rush, it's very common." Joon pauses, the crease of his lip curving up to form a smirk. That fucker. "You can google it."
Mir's eyes travel from the torn van next to him to the rubble on the ground. His legs feel particular weak at the moment, but he presses on. "No, how did you stop the van?" He reaches for Joon's hand, but the boy is already pulling away. Mir sighs faintly, feeling a rush of dizziness hit him.
"You're not going to give up, are you?" Joon says, although he seems blurrier than Mir remembers. "Well, I hope you enjoy disappointment."
And that's when Mir blacks-out.
Poke poke poke poke-her face. MBLAQ. Joon/mir. G
JoonMir with cards
“Alright,” Mir says, a cocky grin on his face as he lays the cards on the table. Behind them, Seungho whines about how ridiculous the situation is while Cheondung shifts uncomfortably in his seat, already down to only his shirt and boxers. G.O. had forfeited rounds ago when he ran out of clothes and Mir dared him to shave off his mustache instead. “I win again,” Mir adds when no one moves. “Off with your shirt, Joonie-hyung.”
Joon stares, not because he was ever shy about going shirtless, but because Mir has been picking on him for the last few consecutive rounds. Regardless, he pulls at the hem of his back t-shirt and easily slips it over his head. “Happy now?”
Mir beams in reply.
“How long does this have to go on?” Seungho asks while he shuffles the deck. Aside from Mir, Seungho is the only one who manages to keep most of his clothes on, although Joon has taken no reservations in explaining this phenomenon (“it’s because no one wants to see you strip, Seunggnie, now go back to shuffling~”).
Mir says nothing at first, busy focusing on the way Seungho is dealing the cards. “Last man standing, hyung,” he reveals. In the end the game ends when Cheondung gives up and pulls out his wallet, muttering something about letting Mir take all of his cash before scrambling away, picking up his clothes on the way to his room.
“Well, someone seemed to enjoy my striptease.” Joon grins when everyone leaves and Mir is stuffing the cards back into the box. He leans over, still shirtless, and flexes a little. Mir whistles. “I think we can continue this game in the bathroom.”
“You think?” Mir is already getting up.
“Yep,” Joon says. “But leave the cards here.”
Firya Burning on the Dance Floor. MBLAQ. Joon/Cheondung. G
Joon and Thunder making out mhm
Sometimes Joon thinks Cheondung is too calm, too reserved. Now’s not one of those times, with Cheondung’s hand under Joon’s shirt and roaming the expanse of Joon’s abs. There’s another hand in Joon’s hair, tugging just enough to make Joon tilt his head, opening his lips as Cheondung does something crazy with his tongue.
Cheondung’s breath is hot on Joon’s skin, and there’s something dark in his eyes as Joon cups Cheondung’s chin and kisses away the stress and anxiety that’s been building up for the last few days. They go on like this, Joon periodically making small sounds while their hands run free.
Their make out session ends when Cheondung knocks a cup off the table, and suddenly he’s pulling away and flushing, his hair flying in a million directions as he searches for a broom and something to clean up the mess with.
“Forget Mir’s stupid cup,” Joon says, already licking his lips as he tugs at Cheondung’s elbow. He sighs when Cheondung shakes his head in return. The spark is gone now, and Cheondung has once again picked up his deer-caught-in-the-headlight expression as he bites his lips, uncertainty flashing all over his face.
“I don’t know, hyung,” Cheondung replies quietly, attempting to pull away.
Joon wraps his arms around the younger boy’s waist instead. “Why are you suddenly shy now?” He smiles a little, leaning in to capture Cheondung’s mouth with his. Cheondung replies hesitantly at first, but relaxes a little when Joon nips on the edge of his lip.
“Hyung,” Cheondung says at last. “I don’t think I’m very good at this.”
“I think you’re good enough,” Joon laughs and shuts Cheondung up with another kiss.
I saw Jihoon-hyung kissing Santa Clause! MBLAQ. Joon/Seungho. G.
mblaq decides to do secret santa, rain gives out assignments, joon gets seungho AND IS TOTALLY OBVIOUS ABOUT IT
Rain shows up one day in their dorm, a small envelope in one hand while brandishing a ridiculous Santa hat. “Alright boys, gather around,” he says after personally knocking on their bedroom doors at 7am. “We are going to do something fun.” He shakes the envelope idly before turning to Seungho. “Draw a name.”
Seungho draws first, still half asleep. Rain smiles eerily in return, watching as everyone picks out a small piece of paper from the envelope. Joon draws one for Mir when the Magnae doesn’t respond, too busy digging his face into Joon’s neck as he attempts to catch some more shut-eye. “We exchange presents on the 25th,” Rain says mysteriously before leaving.
“Wait,” G.O. speaks up when the door closes. “Why is Jihoon-hyung’s name on my card?”
“Okay, okay,” Mir says after his second cup of coffee. He leans over, nesting happily on Joon’s back while blowing at the hair near Joon’s ears. “Let’s go shopping, huh?”
Joon pets Magnae’s hair a little. He can hear G.O. complaining to Seungho in the other room, no doubt agonizing over what to get Jihoon-hyung. Joon stares back at his card before turning to Mir, “Cheolyong-ah, what do you think Seungho wants for Christmas?”
“I don’t know.” Mir shrugs. “For us to respect him for once?” He skitters off to get his jacket before Joon has a chance to reply.
“Hypothetically, if you were Seungho,” Joon tries again when they’re at the mall. “What would you want?”
Cheondung looks up from his cell phone and blinks. “Why? Do you have hyung for the exchange?”
“No.” Joon makes a face. “I said hypothetically. Do you not speak Korean?”
Cheondung has the grace to ignore Joon’s last comment. “Well,” he begins, turning to where Seungho and G.O. are currently standing. G.O. is going through racks of designer clothing while Seungho reminds him that they don’t have the salary to afford anything up to Jihoon-hyung’s tastes. “You could give him that abs workout Pilates tape you always use.”
“What tape?” Joon draws a blank. “This comes from years of hard work at the gym.” Just to demonstrate, Joon flexes a little.
Cheondung doesn’t look impressed.
“Hey, do you know-” Joon begins to say, but is cut off when G.O. waves him away with a quick, “what Seungho wants for Christmas? No.”
G.O. is in the middle of browsing through tie-clips and pocket-watches at the men’s jewelry counter. “What do you think Jihoon-hyung want, is the real question.”
“Eh.” Joon gives him a look. “For you to not treat him like a middle-aged tool? What the fuck are you looking at anyways?” He picks at one of the pocket-watches G.O. has been staring at. “Why don’t you just go ahead and give him a fucking monocle?”
G.O. shoves Joon in reply. “Why don’t you just get Seungho an autographed picture of your abs?” The clerks at the counter are starting to give them odd looks now.
“Children, children,” Mir waltzes by with a candy-cane in one hand. “Please behave in public.” He ducks when G.O. pulls him into a headlock while Joon ruffles Mir’s hair. “Help, I’m being bullied! Hyung!”
Seungho comes and offers them candy canes instead.
“Okay, so, basically,” Seungho says a few days later when G.O. reveals his plan to him. “Either Jihoon-hyung will find you funny, or he’ll cut off all your lines in our next single.”
“What?” G.O. looks almost offended, holding an autographed copy of their CD. “I’ll tell him to save it for when we’re famous.”
“Or for when you get kicked out of this band,” Mir supplies helpfully from the couch. “Whichever happens first.”
In the end Jihoon-hyung never shows up for their gift exchange, haven forgotten to inform them that he’ll be flying to Vegas for Christmas. Mir ends up snatching the hidden soju from under G.O. bed while they celebrated with some additional beverages.
“Seriously?” G.O. says, not entirely in his right mind as he waves Mir’s present around. “What is this?”
“It’s a mustache trimmer!” Mir giggles, attempting to snatch the empty carton of eggnog away from Cheondung. “You can also fix up your nose hair with this. What a dynamic gift, right?” He hiccups when Cheondung doesn't let go and ends up flopping on top of the boy.
“Geeze, they really can’t hold their alcohol,” Joon comments when he finally dumps Mir in bed. Seungho is in the process of moving Cheondung off the floor, where he’s currently making a bed out of all their sweat shirts. G.O. had disappeared ages ago, probably to enjoy the rest of his beverage collection.
“So,” Seungho says at last when Cheondung is snoring softly in bed. “Where’s my present?”
Joon laughs, snatching the card off the bedroom table. He watches as Seungho reads it, a faint smile on Leader’s face as he closes the card. “Anddd,” Joon drawls out, moving closer to Seungho until he grabs both of the older man’s hands. “As your real present, you can have-”
“I don’t want your body,” Seungho replies, voice flat.
“What?” Joon stares. “No! I was just going to offer you my respect!”
Seungho looks kind of offended at the prospect of not having Joon’s respect in the first place.
“And what’s this nonsense about not wanting my body?” Joon continues, a smirk on his face as he leans closer, his hand traveling to Seungho’s side. “That’s not what you said last week.”
“That was before you gave me a shit present for Christmas,” Seungho laughs. Regardless, he leans in just enough to smell Joon’s hair, his hand instinctly reaching up to fix Joon’s bangs.
“Okay, fine, you don’t want my respect.” Joon makes a hurt face, his mouth incredibly close to Seungho’s. “I guess you can have my body instead.”
Seungho hums in return. “I guess so.”
AN: Happy Holidays! orz I cannot title things to save my life. Ahhh TYPOS TYPOS TYPOS ): I fail at proofread as always, so feel free to point them out to me. Also, "It's the best thing for yo' nail, it shine like diamond in da' sky" is from this.