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#121 - Get Out Of My Father’s Car - Gryphon (2020)

So after listening to and reviewing their masterpiece of an album ReInvention, I was excited to hear their next album. With such a strange name and cover art for the Gryphon band’s more medieval and almost fantastical image, having an album cover depicting a pterodactyl with umbrellas for wings chasing after the band’s heads while they fall in a colorful car is quite intriguing, to say the least. Clearly, with the instruments that are falling with the heads, I guess that it’d sound very similar to ReInvention with some tweaks to what the album could entail. What I got instead was some of the most varied and bizarre music that the band has created in their whole career.

The album starts with the title track of the album. This is probably the jazziest Gryphon song they have recorded with a lot more emphasis on horns and improvisational music that sparks memories of the more jazzy progressive rock of the 70s, almost as a sort of tribute to that style of music. I think in all due respects, this song is great and still keeps up with the more original and experimented-minded direction the group followed with ReInvention, but to me, it doesn’t feel like Gryphon. It is not to do with Raindance or Treason where it sounded like other bands that weren’t Gryphon, but here it doesn’t give me those Gryphon vibes. That witty charm in their music has been lost in this song and even if this may be a new direction for the band to take, I think they need a bit more time before fully going into the more jazzy rock sounds that act like Gentle Giant or Peter Hammill refined in the 70s.

Though those remedies are taken away with A Bit Of Music By Me. We get back into those classic folk sounds that Gryphon has a knack for, and all that charm they had on me with their records instantly comes back. How it is all played so elegantly lets this song be a really good defining moment in this album. It has this more renaissance feel to it, almost as if the band is making music for a Da Vinci painting. It is as elegant as it is beautiful.

So we have the more jazzy side of Gryphon with the title track, and the folk side of Gryphon with A Bit Of Music By Me. How can the band combine these two attributes? Well Percy the Defective Perspective Detective may answer that. We get a fun little melody with this one, combining the more medieval folk with the jazzy 70s-styled progressive rock that was very popular in those golden years of progressive music. This one-two punch lets this quick song stand out very well in the sea of songs by Gryphon. It is unique, bouncy, and incredibly colorful.

This mix does switch around a bit with the folk and jazz, and sometimes separated starting with the song A Stranger Kiss. One of the more folk-attributed songs on this album, we get a more melancholic vibe within this song than most of the songs here on this album. With that, we get a sense of the much-needed break away from the more rocking-out tracks we have gotten, or the more witty and intellectually potent folk tunes. It is a good dividing line between those two attributes of sound that I wish Gryphon did more of.

Back to the pattern, we have Suite For ‘68. Man, what a lovely little tune, a lot of pretty uses of a more baroque style of progressive folk just make me very happy. It is unique in how each moment it changes around and becomes something similar, but completely new. That is how I like my suites, to be honest. Now I will say, I think it is too short to be considered a full suite of music. For me, the perfect amount of time a suit should be is 10 minutes and up. Five minutes is simply too short and I think this song should be able to benefit from a long length. It may become the best song off here if it was 10+ minutes, but sadly it isn’t. Still a good song though.

The band does have some comedic routes in their music, and The Brief History of a Bassoon explores that in a funny little tune. It is sort of a tongue-in-cheek song about one of the prominent instruments of Gryphon’s whole career, that being the bassoon. The joke here is that there is no bassoon present in this song. Believe me, I went through it over and over again, and still no bassoon. I even looked up videos of what a bassoon sounds like to double-check, and yet no bassoon. I find it kinda hilarious. It is like studying for a math test and instead of getting the equations, you get the answers and only the answers. Rather funny how things work out like that. A fun little tune that ties some knots in the album and experience Gryphon brings.

Krum Dancing also plays into the humor of Gryphon, retaining the folk instrumental factors, but also sort of making this song almost a dance track. I can almost certainly see people dancing to this in pubs of some kind. It is almost funny how when Gryphon does things right, they do them right, but when they try humor, they do it with class that doesn’t devolve the music.

While in their last album they had a tiny psychedelic edge, Forth Sahara expands on that with a more space edge to the sound and higher use of keyboards than ever before. It certainly reminds me of the greats of Eloy and Nektar without fully becoming them and ripping them off in sound and focus. You can still tell they are still Gryphon by their sound and focus, but with new stuff added on to make them stand out a bit more from their previous efforts. Certainly a fine song.

In a flip of the coin to one of the first few songs of the album, Christina’s Song takes some of the same notes A Stranger Kiss did but sadly doesn’t do them as well. I do not get a sense of melancholy with this song, and while I do like the song it never strikes my fancy enough for me to fully LOVE it if that makes sense. It is a neat song, but sadly I cannot say it is really special.

One of the weirder and more proggy songs on this album, Normal Wisdom From the Swamp... (A Sonic Tonic), does something similar to Percy The Defective Perspective Detective where they combine the jazzy progressive rock with their folk sound, however this time elongated and done quite better if I may add. This may be the band’s most experimental song yet, combining new techniques into their sound that allows them to stretch their legs more, and create something very special. It is a very fun and enjoyable song, and one that I think will be regarded as a modern-day classic with time and patience.

Ending the album off is Parting Shot, and…My god, what a song to end this whole Gryphon journey. I know the band is still going on, but man once I heard this song I knew this would be one of my favorites off here. It is so emotional, so beautiful, and so rewarding. Even after the mixed reception all of Gryphon’s albums have brought, I can still see them as being enjoyable to some capacity, even with Treason. To me, Gryphon is a fun type of progressive folk. Hearing and reviewing them has been incredibly enjoyable, and while some of their songs aren’t the best, if they may not strike lightning in the bottle all of the time, they still have a place in my heart with a lot of other bands. Their music is one of the best out there, and they need some more recognition. Parting Shot represents all of that, a beautiful song that closes the curtains for now.

A strange, but an incredibly enjoyable album. While it wasn’t as profoundly magical as ReInvention, it is still a great album they released in this century. Hailing back to those fun times in the 70s and truly embracing their image in the scene was a great move they pulled with ReInvention, and they still keep it up with this album. It is an album that slowly but surely became one of my favorites from the group, and I do think it should be recognized as a great release from this group.

4.5/5

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Jikook Dynamics Through the Years: 2015 Pt 1

The previous posts for 2012 - 2014 can be found in my masterlist under Jikook Dynamics as well as I'll link them here for you. This is year that things really starting becoming more clear eventually in my opinion. Something important to keep in mind that I'll be sharing moments, AND my personal opinions, along with facts. My opinions are my own. You can agree or disagree. I encourage you to go and check it all out, see this content for yourself as well and form your own opinions during this time frame too. I will be splitting this up into multiple different posts probably to manage the length and be able to add more links/photos in each post. But also keep in mind this is not EVERY jikook moment from this year. I'll only be including moments that I personally want to and feel like it's worth drawing attention to and commenting on. This is so so long. I'm so sorry!

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Starting the year off on 150101 with BTS's new year messages in a Bangtan Bomb. Jikook are walking together behind everyone briefly. Jimin also tries telling RM to give the camera a kiss after his messages and gets ignored. JK listens though and gives the camera a kiss. Lol

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As well as starting off the new year with one of my favorite chaos trios. The moments are from their new years day meal, but the article was posted on 150211, Starcast posted an Article with photos of JinJiKook going grocery shopping and cooking together. It's ADORABLE. Jin honestly looks like a tired dad out out with his kids 🤣 and They are all so cute. All photos in the link above. Part 2 of the article here of them cooking their meal

Moving on to 150106, We get a BTB of Jimin TV. Lol Finding Jungkook. This is an interesting little Bangtan Bomb. Right off the bat, we have vmin with JM filming. He says that they need to find Jungkookie. V asks why. Jimin says because JK has been avoiding him lately and his reactions are funny. Tae then starts going "avoids?" Interupting Jimin multiple times to keep saying it. Like really?! He AVOIDS you? Are you sure. It's giving "I don't believe you at all." Like JK isn't really avoiding Jimin off camera.... at all. Jimin eventually turns to look at Tae who immediately stops and says sorry. Lol it's giving "okay, sorry for teasing, I'm done now" to me. The whole "interview" part of this with Jikook was mostly just them teasing each other. Huge smiles the whole time too. A tad bit awkward. Lol Jimin ending with requesting and jokingly pretending to steal a kiss and JKs panic. Lol part of these constant requests for kisses I think are due to what Jimin said at the start, he finds JKs reactions funny. And part of it, I think might be something else. Lol why does the joke never stop Jimin?? 🤣💀 Yall form your own opinions there. Lol

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While that video was posted on the 6th, it wasn't taken then. The members were currently on vacation and visiting home for 3 days. Jimin and JK were in Busan seeing their own friends and family at the time. They got home on the 7th and traveled back to Seoul together on the train. Jikook tweeted a selca together arriving back at the dorm. Jimin also shared posts of what else he did while in Busan, which I'll share too. He went to visit a friend who was heading into the army soon and posted a selca with him and the beach they went too. He also posted photos from visiting his old dance teachers in Busan too. Jimin also posts a log from his trip as well too. Which you can watch here. Jimin mentions visiting with his friends and teachers and family as well as meeting JK on the train to head back.

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Also On the 7th, Oricon Style Magazine also released an interview they did over their Japanese Album. You can read the full translations here. I just want to focus on JK saying that when the hyungs are depressed or in a bad mood, he often doesn't notice. Tae and Hobi called him out on it and he confirmed. When asked if he ignored them on purpose, he Jimin and Hobi spoke up saying that often its better because if he tried to comfort them, they would often brush him off and that it's better for him to leave them all alone instead. And JK says that is why he doesn't do it. I find myself thinking that perhaps this might have been why some of these insensitive jokes he would make occasionally with his hyungs in an effort to be teasing, how he didn't always recognize that they didn't find it as funny.

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On the 14th BTS flew out to China for schedules. While there, they did interviews and press conferences as well. On 150116 they had an interview with 爱豆IDOL. You can find the whole thing if you want, but I can't find it with eng subs (if you do, let me know and I'll edit it in!) I will just link this part of when Jimin stands up to dance and do beat boxing during the interview. He dances in the middle, which happens to then be directly in front of JK. Who spends almost the entire dance checking out Jimins ass. Lmao

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On 150118, JK tweets out photos he took of Tae, RM and Jimin relaxing in the hotel lobby (I assume) with the caption "From Jungkook-nim it's really...." it's really WHAT Jungkook?! Lol the way Jimin is staring into that camera though it's really something. 👀😂

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On 150120, Jikook post to Twitter together of them dancing/posing as they stayed late practicing longer than the other members. Captioned "a man who practices is a cool man. Jungkookie and super Jimin." An extra addition here JK posted to Twitter 2 vines of him being silly in the practice room too. Lol here and here. As well as Tae who apparently felt like Jimin was taking too long to get home from practice time with JK, started posting to Twitter telling Jimin to come home quickly already or else. And threatening Jimins Hip Hop monster doll if he didn't come back. Lmao which was a 3 part tweet series, followed by Jimins revenge later that night too. 🤣 On 150122, JK tweeted out a photo of him and Jimin thanking ARMYs for their award. Bangtan Bomb of the Award Show.

Also StarCast released an article and photos from the 24th Seoul Music Awards (where they won the award above) of the members from this day, ending with 4 cute Jikook Selcas. The article was posted Feb 3rd, but the photos come from 150122.

Ending January's moments on the 28th. They released a behinds clip for the Vietnamese Verison of Danger. Not really a moment, but I figured there would be lots of people who hadn't seen this yet and it starts off with super cute 3J practicing lyrics together and the jikook vocals through the whole 3 minutes is 😍😍 Also on the 28th was the Gaon Charts Awards. Everyone gushes over the cute jikook back hug dance at the END of 2015. But everyone forgets that 2015 STARTED with an award show backhug dance on the audience from jikook too. Lol they are so precious. A fancam below of the members reacting to the Super Junior performance at the award show. About 3:15 minutes in we see JK put his arm around Jimins shoulders and start to sway with him back and forth to the music. As well as a jikook focused angle from behind.

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Bangtan Bomb from that award show here too. Jimin being tired of all the silly fighting for the camera. Lol the constant teasing. Jimin kissing the award after his thank you. Everyone groaning and saying now he has contaminated it and they can't touch it now to tease him. Just for JK to pick up the award again and almost kiss it himself. Lol didn't bother you, huh?

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On 150209, Jimin posted to Twitter a selca with JK in the seat next to him with the caption "We will go and return." Tae came to Twitter to reply with his own Selca from the other side of JK with the caption "I'm here tooooo" lmao cute. They were all heading to Japan for their Wake Up concert tour. On 150211, Big Hit posted their after concert group photo, with Jikook posing cutely together at the top in Toyko.

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On 150213, they had Day 1 of their Osaka Wake Up Concerts. Some super cute interactions from that day as well during the Concert between Jikook. You can also find all my thoughts as well as thoughts over jikookery from the behinds and just in general on the Wake Up Japan Tour Commentary Post here. Which took place from the 10th - 19th of Feb. You will also find more commentary over the Wake Up Tour Making Film from my Memories 2015 Disc 3 post here.

On 150216, they posted a video announcing their concert tour dates for BTS Begins concerts in March. JK looks at Jimin quite fondly multiple times through the video, both when Jimin is talking and when he isn't. You can also find more of my thoughts over the making films for BTS BEGINS from my post for Memories 2015 Disc's 1-2 here. Along with a preview into March from the actual concerts as well. Lol sorry! Timelines get more mixed up here as we have more content getting thrown into the mix.

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On 150217, JK on Japanese fancafe answered a question from staff about which hyung he got along best with/was easiest to talk to. He answered Jimin. So for anyone trying to say he was uncomfortable around Jimin in these early years or didn't seek Jimin out or didn't enjoy time with him. He once again is proving that wrong. My Post over that Here.

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On 150219, JK recommended Drown on Twitter. It's kinda a sad song, but beautiful. Not really anything to do with jikook together, but with all the references to being brass pretending to be gold, perhaps something he related to a bit. We know he sometimes felt pressured by his good at everything golden title

Which brings us to March. On 150302, a BTB gets posted of JM, Hope and RM doing the "Up & Down" girl group dance. JK joins near the end. Hobi goes up to dance on him and annoy him, only for JK to push him away. And then to start purposefully singing something different and cutting in front of Jimin, giggling and smiling as he purposefully tries to annoy him, and it clearly works. Lol it's giving me "I wanted Jimins attention and now I've got it" vibes

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Also on the 2nd, Jikook tweeted together saying they all recieved a present, and they were holding a photo up of Hobi between them. Lmao not a flattering photo either. Also worth noting that Jimin posted this on March 2nd, but judging from their outfits, it appears to be their same outfits when they arrived back home in Korea from their Wake Up tour on February 20th. So the photos are probably from that day.

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On 150206 a BTB is posted of BTS playing Jenga. Jimin loses and as a punishment has to kiss Yoongi. (He never actually does it.) Yoongi is NOT happy and Jimin looks like he is getting into it. Lol JK though doesn't look all that into either until Jimin stands back up, aka not going through with it. Just a noticeable difference from the last time 2 members had to kiss as punishment and actually did it (Vhope on rookie king) and JK was very excited to be watching that punishment kiss go down 😅😂

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On 150307, BTS are on the BTS 방탄소년단 Idol True Colours CRADIO 偶像本色 raido show. Definitely worth watching the whole hour if you haven't seen it yet. But I just want to repoint out here how Tae brings up how incredibly shy JK was even with all the members during trainee years and when they were so young. Tae brings up JK being so shy that he wouldnt even shower when his hyungs were awake. So that would have probably affected JKs behavior on camera too. That shyness and anxiety. Just again. Worth noting that he was closer and more relaxed with his hyungs whenver the cameras weren't shoved in his face back then.

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On 150308, JK recommended Memo by Years & Years on Twitter. This is QUITE the song. Look it up, read the lyrics. Please. It's a song by a queer group, who were considered to be queer role models by a lot of people in 2015. Memo in particular is an LGBTQ+ song. It's a song about being in love with a man despite still being in the closet. The singer, Olly has also mentioned in concerts and interviews that the song is actually about an unrequited love he had for a boy who he shared a dressing room with and fantasized about. Worth a listen and consideration about if JK was possibly relating to this a bit too.

On 150327, Big Hit tweets out a series of photos of the members practicing, including some shots of Jikook resting together on the sidelines against the wall. On the 28th, Starcast releases photos from the pre concert waiting room and rehersals for the BTS Begins Concerts. Which include the Jikook practice photo I used at the top of this post.

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On April 1st, as part of Big Hits April fools prank for Secret Spy Twitter account take over, Jikook had their photo in suits taken together too. You can find this prank mentioned on my April Fools Post as well. These photos for this April Fools prank though were all actually from Dec 2014. Still cute though. Lol

150405, April starts the HYYH Pt 1 process! On the 5th, Jimin films a log and shares it with us from their shooting location for the album jacket shooting. From when they're at the sea. It's very cold clearly and Jimin is wearing JKs jacket during this log and when he isn't actively shooting too. A very cute maknae line being silly BTB from this jacket shooting day as well. You can also find more of my thoughts over the jacket shooting from my memories 2015 Disc 4 part 1 post here too. You'll also find my thoughts over the I Need U MV Making Films in that post too, which were also filmed in April. But just needing to highlight, what is this precious awkward hesitation to touch. Oh my heart. Another BTB that comes from I Need U MV filming, is this one of Jimin. And I'm only including it to mention his last line after singing part of the lyrics "I've never been in love alone before." Now you can take that whichever way you want, personally for me. I see it as a "I've never been in love before" statement. Lol Jimin has mentioned one sided crushes from pre debut, but a crush is very different than being in love.

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Again, the link above for Memories Disc 4 part 1. You can find more of my thoughts over the jacket shooting photos. On 150420, the concept photos are released, including the iconic jikook resting their heads on each other one that is stunning. Jimin also posted a screenshot of the top left photo below to Twitter on this day as well too, with the caption: "Oh boy, but Jungkook and I are the best? #Jimin #Chimchim #jm #Jungkook"

On the 23rd, Jimin tweets out photos of JK working on music with the caption "Looks like our Kookie is keeping his promise to ARMYs. Pretty thing - ChimChim"

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On 150429, Star Attack releases a video Interview with BTS. This is, I swear, just chaos. Lol Jungkook has to do Push-ups. Hobi says to get a good shot of his thighs and pulls his shirt up. Joon squeezes a thigh. Jimin and Tae start squeezing his butt while he does push-ups. Lol Jimins question was that what is one thing he would want to do if he was born a girl. He answered that he heard the women's bathhouse has coffee and he is curious and wants to try some. Lol and Joon and Hobi immediately teased saying that is all he is curious about, in a BATH house?! His innocence 🥺😂 or perhaps also his respectfulness or disinterest. Lol

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Also on 150429, TENASIA Magazine dropped an Interview with BTS. Due to JK doing his school exams at the time of the interview, he was not part of this interview. I just want to draw attention to Jimins Answer about what was on their bucket list, which was "I want to go on vacation. I have this fantasy about vacations and I want to go on one, whether it’s by myself or with others." Followed by confirmed he has not ever gotten to travel yet for something that was not work related. They were also asked who's visuals rose up the most for this comeback, and Jimin answered Jungkook, of course. Lol They were also asked about roommates. Which they said was atm YoonJin, NamKook and Vhopemin. Which then had Jimin piping up about JK always being in their room too. Lol as follows:

Jimin: He keeps coming to our room lately. I feel like we share a room as four people.

Rap Monster: I feel like I’m using a room by myself. It’s nice…

V: We have to sleep but he keeps coming into our room asking us to play games with him.

Q: If you can give a word to Jungkook who’s taking his exam right now.

Rap Monster: Jungkook, move into the other room.

Jimin, V, & J-Hope: Don’t move in here

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On 140430, a lot of content drops. Lol but one is this Bangtan Bomb of JK asking his hyungs for advice before he turns 20. He goes up to each of his hyungs to get some words of wisdom. It's very cute. Jimin gives him his advice while sitting practically in his lap. Lol it's very cute

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Another Bangtan Bomb dropped on the 30th is the Bangtan Quiz Show. Both filmed a bit earlier in the year on the same day. It's a cute funny video. Jikook end up on opposite teams sitting across from one another and there is a lot of looking at each other happening too. Particularly from JK it seems.... in MY opinion

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On the 30th, the members had their first broadcast for I Need U and all posted to Twitter after. Jimin posted with the caption "Did you watch the first broadcast well? Please watch over our promotions well in the future too. #BTS #화양연화 #INEEDU #WithOurKook"

3J also posted a super cute dubsmash video together on Twitter this day too lol. Posted by Jungkook. With the caption "First broadcast! Really.. thank you ㅜㅜㅜㅜㅜ We’ll work hard tomorrow too, fighting! ARMY fighting! Bangtan fighting! - JK"

Also dropped on the 30th were The Star Profiles filled out by the members. You can find all 7 here with translations. Jimins and JKs here. Their ideal types were asked again. Jimin just said that he has certain features he likes but a girl with a good personality is most important. JK said Someone who is good at singing, likes me, has nice skin, is smart and 160cm tall. Jimin hates being still and is very bright, tracks. JK will only do what he wants to do and doesn't care what others think. Someone print that quote out to give to shippers. Lol also tracks.

And that wraps up part 1 for Jan - April 2015! Not every moment was included, more just so the ones I personally felt like were ones more worthy of calling attention to and spoke to their bond. I'm not including every skinship moment or playful moment or moment where they looked at each other. Lol and my opinions are littered throughout these posts too.

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Basically my thoughts over the first part of this year aren't too much different from my thoughts at the end of 2014. I think they are crushing. I think they are admitting said crush to themselves more at this point, but that neither is actively doing anything about said crush. Not *really.* I think we are seeing a bit more school yard crush vibes as well. The ass staring from JK and the soft stares during games though is what stands out to me as that "I'm attracted and I know I'm attracted" type of moments here.

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The overall vibes of the start of this year, for me, were 100% still just friendship. No one was really pushing major boundaries. Jimin was pushing a few with the teasing, but never doing anything too seriously in my opinion. JK was clearly accepting some of these feelings he was having. Whether either of them knew what to do about it or even wanted to do anything about it, is a little unsure at this point. JK sharing that song Memo though, ALWAYS gets me right in the feels. I do think that rec came from more than just I like this type of music. But that's just me. While I think they are both starting to accept and admit these crushes to themselves, I'm not sure if either are aware of how exactly the other feels though too. One more reason I think they tried to not push those boundaries. And their interactions through their unit shoot for HYYH pt 1 were interesting too. It's also very clear they are spending a lot of their off camera time together as well it seems, especially with the comments about JK always being in Vhopemins room too.

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That's all just my personal opinion though. You are all free to agree or disagree with any or one of it! I start noticing a much bigger change in how they behave around each other and perhaps at how they handle their feelings/crushes in the summer, which would be in part 2! 🥰🥰 Thanks for letting me share, and again, sorry this is so long! If you read it all know I appreciate you lots! And again, if some of the timing is a smidge off for when the moments were actually filmed rather than released, I'm doing my best! Lol Thanks again!

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since you did the prosecutors before can we get exes headcanons for them (like what they would be like if they were ur ex LMAO)? if this is too broad u can pick ur favorite aspect of it (u dumping them, them dumping u, seeing them in public one month later 🥰 etc)

skjdksfnfjnf this is so funny yes!

Being their ex: Ace Attorney rival prosecutor edition

Miles Edgeworth

if you thought he was awkward while you were dating, wait until you see him after your breakup

he does NOT know how to behave around you at all anymore

mostly attempts to avoid you

may or may not pull another one of his "prosecutor Miles Edgeworth chooses death" stunts

goes to Europe for a few months to compose himself and figure out how to proceed

he's especially stumped if you are somehow obligated to interact, either through work or maybe if you live nearby

tries his best to be civil and gentlemanly, but it's painfully obvious he'd rather be anywhere else in the world at that moment

I imagine you'd have mutual friends, so before every group outing he asks if you're going to be there

something may suddenly come up if the answer is yes

*cough, cough* "I can't, I'm sick"

"boo you, Edgeworth"

I'm assuming you broke up either because of how much he works or because he fears for your safety because of your relationship

maybe it was just a heated steel samurai discussion taken too far

Franziska von Karma

oh boy, this is not gonna go well

so cold to you in the public

throws around a "foolish fool" or two your way

grips her whip so tight her knuckles turn white

cries when she gets home

absolutely cannot forgive herself for allowing someone to know her so intimately and see her in her vulnerable moments and then they're just... gone

probably puts her off dating for a while

if I had to guess why you broke up, I'd assume it was due to her intensity or competitive nature

Diego Armando/Godot

this man has many, many exes

not much changes in his demeanour towards you

he's as cool and as smooth as ever, but is careful not to cross over into the flirty territory

you're either addicted to caffeine or absolutely repulsed by it at this point

walking by a coffee shop makes you uncomfortable

don't know why you broke up, but you get back together at least twice before separating for good

Klavier Gavin

Klav remains his good old, friendly self

will drop an album about your breakup

expect a lot of hate from his stans

the media hounds you

you get invited to participate in a few reality shows probably

he feels bad and tries to defend you

offers to make it up to you by taking you out for dinner

you hook up

you break up again because you can't stand the constant scrutiny and him being away for long periods of time

rinse and repeat

Simon Blackquill

there are so many potential reasons why you could've broken up

too intense? scary at times?? manipulative without even realizing it??? spends half his life savings on a fancy katana???? who knows with him

goes full emo

do you guys know that canonically those marks on his face are from crying so much in prison? yeah (they're apparently starting to heal too, good for him)

acts all tough at work, goes home and cries to HIM - Gone With The Sin blasting at full volume

flip-flops between being a gentleman and a jerk should you meet in public

makes a few snarky comments about you and your relationship to hurt you, then has a minor freakout when realization.exe kicks in and he notices you actually are hurt

apologises by sending you cute bird pics

"Look at what Taka did today."

"He's wearing the bandana you bought him :)"

"Please respond I'm so sorry don't block me"

You eventually remain friends so you can get bird visitation rights

Nahyuta Sahdmadhi

acts polite and smiles sweetly, but occasionally ends the conversation with "I will pray for you", not unlike a hostile southern lady

you miss him and his expensive haircare and skincare products

you can definitely live without the 8-hour sermons

perhaps the cultural differences were too hard to overcome? or maybe it was the constant travelling? in either case, you mutually decide that ending your relationship would be for the best

I imagine dating literal royalty would be exhausting

Barok van Zieks

make no mistake, this WILL cause a scandal

no matter the reason for your separation, get ready to deal with some serious gossip

everywhere you go, you notice people whispering about you

"I hear they ended their betrothal with Lord van Zieks."

"Well, I say! Can't imagine dealing with the Reaper myself."

everyone wants to hear your side of the story and any potential dirt you may have on him

Barok acts as gentlemanly as ever, as befits a man of his standing

he's a solitary man, but his solitude soon leads to loneliness and resentment

his consumption of fine vintages increases by tenfold

whatever it is that happened between the two of you must have been major

betrothals are not lightly ended, especially with the heir of a powerful noble family

might not even be your doing, perhaps family got involved

perhaps, his family reputation has been besmirched? ahem

Bonus: Kazuma Asogi

poor Kazuma can't catch a break

Ryu gets a tear-stained letter written on 18 sheets of paper, front and back

"Oh, dear," Susato sighs. "I suppose this means the wedding is off."

while he's no lord, he is a prosecutor in the service of Her Majesty and the news of a courtship ending would be scandalous

perhaps, for that reason, and fearing how the public would react to your relationship (it is Victorian England we're talking about after all, Van Zieks' views are far from unique), you chose to keep it a secret

at first exciting, your secret meetings and whispered words soon become tiresome

the fear of being caught is always gnawing at you

he may lash out initially when you leave him

offers to make your relationship public, to hell with the society

you both know it's a bad idea

"This is all your fault." he sighs as he pours himself another chalice of Van Ziek's fine vintage.

"My fault? How is your poor performance today in court my fault, my Nipponese friend?" Barok spits out. "You have been distraught for days now, man! Pull yourself together!"

"Not you specifically," Kazuma brushes off. "Your kind."

"My kind?"

"Stuck up posh twats."

Gina walks in just as they're about to draw their blades

listen babes I'm a Kazuma simp this is the only way i could envision dumping his ass

#miles edgeworth #franziska von karma #godot #diego armando #klavier gavin #simon blackquill #nahyuta sahdmadhi #barok van zieks #kazuma asogi #ace attorney #the great ace attorney #gyakuten saiban #dai gyakuten saiban #aa ramblings #anon #request #ask #this was so much fun to write i hope you enjoy!!!

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bigteefsmallbrain · 3 years

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General Soul Eater HCs please

Soul Eater: General headcanons

Death the Kid:

He’s an art critic

Hear me out

He is obsessed with symmetry, and loves the beauty in it

So when he sees something non-symmetrical, especially in art, he can’t help but to critique it

May go as far as to send a personal letter to the artist (If they’re alive) about how offensive it is that they created something so asymmetrical

If he can’t send a letter to the artist, he’ll send one to the owner/museum and request it be taken down, while listing reasons why it’s horrible.

Anything he writes has an even amount of letters and words

Be that his test answers

Essays

Letters

Diary entry

Speaking of diary entries, he definitely has one

But it’s actually just a catalogue of symmetrical things he’s seen

He puts photos into it and writes about how beautiful it was to see

He doesn’t care what it is much, just that it was beautiful

Meaning he takes photos of people too

Which can be unnerving at times

He’s probably taken a photography class before, or at the very least is self taught

Literally has a photo album of things he views are beautiful, but non symmetrical and he would die if anyone found it

Like a particular sunset with uneven hills

Or a flower with one too many petals

Definitely has an 8 ball, not a magic one, just an 8 ball, it’s placed on a velvet pillow in his room and he frequently polishes it

Elizabeth Thompson:

Makes several backup plans as a way to cope

Especially after dealing with an experience with a ghost

She has notebooks full of them, labeled and detailed

At one point she started putting them in alphabetical order but stopped immediately when she realized Kid’s perfectionist habits were rubbing off on her

She practices acting in the mirror

Usually so she can charm a man into dating her

But also to con people

She used to be a “Street rat” and that thought of ending up on the streets again constantly plagues her mind

She takes full advantage of the “Rich life”

Shopping sprees

Quality makeup

Salons and spa days

The works

She lets Patty’s thought that she knows everything get to her head

The fact alone that her sister believes in her that much is enough to make her a bit egotistical

And Patty’s admiration for the girl makes it ten times worse

She literally doesn’t care if she ends up being wrong because she’ll just be right next time anyways

So stubborn in that aspect

Patricia Thompson:

She likes dark humor

You can’t convince me otherwise, you actually can’t, I have evidence

She made an origami Giraffe, and broke its neck

Laughed when Kid said he “wants to die”

She literally pokes him with a stick when he’s depressed

She likes dark humor, and probably looks up jokes to tell others just for kicks

She’s secretly sadistic, and likes scaring her sister and others

She may act naïve and innocent, but she is anything but

She definitely has, more than once, banged on Liz’s door at 3AM just to hear her sister squeal like a little girl

Honestly, she probably purposefully gets their pose wrong, just to see her sisters annoyance and laugh when Kid gets smacked

She likes origami

Probably first got into it because of the paper ninja stars

Then just found it relaxing

She most likely makes the ninja stars mostly, and keeps a box of her origami creations somewhere

Has in the past, and will not hesitate to do so again, beat someone up for kicks or just to destress

Patty has two faces, the childlike innocent one, and the insane anger one

So it’s not too far fetched to say that she’ll hide her anger till she can corner someone alone and beat them up

Or that she gets bored and decides to do so

I wouldn’t be too surprised if her sister occasionally joined as well

Maka Albarn:

She’s a Harry Potter nerd and you can’t convince me otherwise

She loves the concept of magic

Loves the dynamic between Ron and Hermione, though feels a bit of Deja vu thinking about it

Probably used to write fanfiction, but in a way that made it seem like it was actually part of the story

She will hit you if you mention it

Definitely the type to compare books to their movie counterparts

Not in like, a critic way, but she will definitely rant about the differences, or how a character looks exactly like she imagined, or if they didn’t put in a particular scene she liked in the book

Forces Soul into movie nights, but it’s only the movie counterparts to her books

I can see her forcing everyone into a group study session

Be super organized about it, and setting it up in a way so that no one can refuse

She probably has specific ways for everyone to study

Like having Black☆Star work out while studying so he retains the knowledge better

Or setting up the session in a symmetrical way so Kid doesn’t freak out about it

She writes letters to her mom, as a coping mechanism for when her emotions get to be a little too much

Like when she’s having a bad day

Or if she’s particularly peeved at something Soul did

She writes a lot more letters when it comes around the time of her mom's birthday or death anniversary

She likes the thought of an old timey romance, and often listens to songs that give off that kind of feel

She really likes “It’s Been a Long, Long Time”, it’s one of her favorites

She also likes the old Disney songs, like “Once Upon a Dream” and “So This Is Love”

She would be so embarrassed if anyone found out though, especially if it was her dad or Soul

She isn’t quite sure why she’s so worried about Soul finding out though

Speaking of, she half realizes, half doesn’t with anyone's romantic feelings, including her own

She’ll fantasize about getting a love letter or having someone present her with a bouquet of roses

But if it actually happens she’s like “Oh, thanks friend!”

She knows the behaviors, she just can’t put two and two together

They would have to be extremely blunt, no over dramatic confession, just “I’m in love with you and want to be romantically involved with you”

She reads dictionaries for fun

She really likes to read out of date dictionaries, just to see what words and slang existed back then

She also highlights words she likes and uses them frequently on accident

She has most definitely yelled “I have cupid’s kettlebells*! I’m not flat!” at Soul before

Soul Evans:

Bottles. Up. His. Emotions.

He’s influenced by “toxic masculinity” and fully believes that being vulnerable in a serious way “isn’t cool”

He will bottle everything up so deep down inside that it seems impossible for it to surface

Feelings of inferiority to others? Bottled

Want to cry or break down? Nope, gotta be cool

Started crying in front of someone and can’t stop? He’s not crying, you’re clearly blind

Speaking of crying, once he starts, and I mean genuinely starts, it’s so hard to get him to calm down, and even then the tears don’t stop

Sometimes he’ll start to freak out and send himself into a panic attack because the tears just won’t stop

He’s that influenced by the thought of being vulnerable

On a lighter note, he does adore playing the piano, but the only person he’ll play for is Maka

He swears it’s not favoritism, and it’s partially true, but favoritism does play a large role in it

He frequently drags Maka to his room to show her a new piece he put together

And if he notices her feeling a little down that day, he’ll start playing a song that he knows she likes

He definitely knows about her love for old timey romance songs and is very embarrassed to admit a lot of the pieces he constructs are based off of that

The walls are p a p e r t h i n , he can hear her music through the walls

He secretly finds it adorable when he catches her listening to it because she’ll be dancing around to it

He also frequently finds himself thinking about those moments

He’s the stereotype that parents tell little girls about, with how boys will bully their crush

He’s a lot more playful and easy going, but still teases Maka, so much

Unlike Maka, he’s fully aware of his feelings, and acknowledges them, but bottles it up, only letting himself entertain the thought every once in a while

He jabs at Maka’s lack of “Cupids Kettlebells” as a way to try and ensure she won’t fall for him, because he doesn’t know what he’ll do if she does

He reads the same dictionaries that Maka does, not for fun, but so he can know just what the actual h e l l she’s saying

More than once he’s had to look up a particular word or phrase online because he can’t find it in the dictionary

“What the hell? It’s an old Victorian saying!? Where does she keep finding this stuff!?”

Subconsciously, as time goes on, he starts using old phrases as well, he was so embarrassed the first time he got caught saying “Keep your idle daddles* off of her!” when defending someone from a perv.

Black☆Star:

Is so unbelievably selfish with food

It’s not even funny

He will stab someone if they reach for his food

He surprisingly eats healthy most of the time though?

Says something like “I have to otherwise I’ll never surpass the gods!”

The only person who could ever p o s s i b l y steal his food is Tsubaki, but even that’s pushing it

He has the weirdest dreams, and I mean weird

Dreams like being turned into a potato and being cooked, mashed, and devoured by Tsubaki herself

He didn’t talk to her for a week after that dream, and refused to eat potatoes for a full year because “You never know if it could be a person turned into a potato!”

He was also very offended when Tsubaki ate potatoes during that time period

He takes things very literally

Like up above, if someone does something in a dream, he acts like it was real

Or if someone makes a joke about fighting, he will drag them outside to fight

He’s secretly scared of Tsubaki

But it’s for literally the stupidest reason

And he fully believes that because of it she could fight god and win

She used to have a pet cockroach

One of the flying ones

And he is so unbelievably scared of them, because for some reason they just don’t die, and they have w i n g s

So the fact she owned one as a pet scares him so bad even though it was literally for only a week

He has a soft spot for children

He doesn’t really know why

He just does

Is secretly really good with kids

Literally the definition of dad material

He has his flaws but still

Little kids are the only people who could steal his food and get away with it

Every. Time. and it makes the others so mad

Tsubaki Nakatsukasa:

What can I say, she’s perfect

She probably receives love letters

Reads them over when she’s feeling sad

Likes to keep them in a shoebox she painted

She definitely paints to unwind and relax

Likes to go outside and paint the sunrise/sunset

Takes note of beautiful scenery so she can come back in her free time and paint it

She probably draws/sketches too

Carries a sketchbook with her

More than likely has drawn Black☆Star doing something

Like napping or training

She’d never show him though, too scared of inflating his ego or giving him the wrong idea

Stress bakes/cooks

We know she cooks

Liz took advantage of it and pretended Tsubaki’s cooking was her own

So we know she does

Sometimes painting/drawing doesn’t cut it

So she heads to the kitchen and bakes away her worries and unwinds

The main reason Tsubaki would possibly be spared from Black☆Star’s stabbing habit with food is because she cooks all the meals

She makes sure everyone is comfortable around her

She’ll go as far as to learn someone's customs and practice cooking their unique cuisine just to make sure that they feel comfortable and safe in her presence

She radiates mom friend energy

She’s perfect mom material, perfect wife material, perfect in general honestly

*Cupid's Kettlebells is a old term for a woman's bust

*Idle daddles is a old term for hands

I Hope you like these general headcanons for the main seven! You didn’t say which characters you’d like to see, so I played it safe by putting the main characters! Thank you for the ask!

#soul eater #anime headcanons #headcanon #general headcanon #maka albarn #soul evans #blackstar #tsubaki nakatsukasa #patricia thompson #elizabeth thompson #death the kid

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jaeheewillalwaysbemyfav · 3 years

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Ah, your work is so cute and it puts me in a good mood! You also have the characters personalities perfected! I was wondering if you could do a fic where maybe Mammon and MC are hanging out and MC comes out as trans (Ftm), but on accident (like Mammon sneaks a peak at his phone and noticed pride stuff and asks). Recently figured out I was and it’s been a bumpy ride and I just need a fic to cheer me up. Thank you if you do

You sir have been Most Patient, and for that I cannot thank you enough! This is super late, but I hope all is going well with you and your journey. ^-^ I also hope you still get some enjoyment out of this fic, even if it’s oh so very late.

Like… a year late. Maybe more. Probably more.

Sidebar, the setup for this feels kinda long but I also personally think it’s funny so I’m leaving it. I don’t have an editor to tell me no sooooooo :p

Content warnings: Accidental outing as trans, the mortifying ordeal of coming out, but otherwise this is gonna be pretty fluffy.

Also, this isn’t a warning, but since I usually do gn stuff, I’m gonna be extra clear and say this fic is about a transgender male MC who uses he/him pronouns. Ladies and theydies, if you’d like your time, please wait until I’ve opened requests again and I’ll be happy to write ‘ya something.

Cis people who want to be transphobic? Why are you even here lmao

MC Comes Out as FTM By Accident (feat. Mammon)

It’s a (relatively) quiet day at the House of Lamentation. Satan is still firmly in the scheming phase of his latest prank; Lucifer is in some parlour somewhere, sipping Demonus and listening to a record that would “somberly vibrate the flesh off of your mortal bones, MC”; and Levi and the twins are livestreaming a bet about how many of the otaku third born’s figurines Beel can bench press (the latter two are under threat of 1000 years of torture if any of the merchandise is damaged).

This leaves Mammon and MC chilling on one of the House’s many frighteningly expensive couches, sometimes chatting, sometimes just silently sharing Devilgram memes with each other.

(Asmo had been with them, but left after declaring that the sexual tension Mammon constantly radiated while around MC had become more pathetic than amusing. MC had just rolled his eyes and laughed, but judging by how many pillows Mammon had thrown his brother’s way and the dark blush on his face, he was taking the teasing more seriously.)

Personally, MC didn’t get why Mammon’s brothers gave him such a hard time. Sure he can be abrasive and his refusal to be honest despite how terrible he is at lying could get… frustrating, to say the least, but all in all he isn’t a bad person. Maybe demons are just bad at expressing genuine fondness for each other. Or maybe it just runs in the family, so to speak.

“H-hey, what are ‘ya staring at?!” Oops. MC didn’t even realize he’d been eyeing Mammon for that long. Not that he minds getting an extra eyeful of Mammon...

“Sorry, just spaced out for a minute there,” he says.

Neither break eye contact for a long moment.

Shit, this is awkward. Think, MC, say something!

“So did you see this video of a hellhound on a trampoline—”

A glass-shattering shriek echoes through the House of Lamentation, followed by — oh that is actual glass shattering — and the plip-plap footsteps of someone running with bare, wet feet. Seconds later, a furious and appropriately damp Asmodeus comes flying down the stairs, with a weird orange and white towel on his head… Aaaaand nothing else on. MC doesn’t get to process any more than that before Mammon pounces on him, straddling him and covering his eyes with a hand.

“Asmo! What the hell are you doing, running around naked and screaming?!”

“I think you know why, you stupid scumbag!” Asmo retorts with an affronted flip of his hair. Or at least MC thinks it was his hair, all he knows is he just got lightly splashed. Why does he smell citrus?

“What are you even talking about?”

“I was going to take a nice, relaxing bath to scrub off your desperation for MC’s affections—”

“I am NOT desperate!”

“— but when I washed my hair, you know what happened?”

“...You confused orange juice for shampoo?” Mammon drawls. MC doesn’t need his vision to picture the smirk on Mammon’s face.

“How dare you,” Asmo hisses at much lower volume than before, “I would never confuse any of my bathing products.” His voice immediately returns to its regular cadence. “No, someone snuck dye into it, or replaced it, or cursed it or something! Because now,” a towel smacks wetly against the floor, “my hair looks like this!”

Mammon howls with laughter, prompting Asmo to make several sounds MC semi-confidently determines to be swears in Infernal… or whatever the native language of the Devildom is called.

He paws at Mammon’s hand obscuring his vision. If Asmo’s hair has been turned into a creamsicle by some prank gone wrong, he very much wants to see the damage. Unfortunately, Mammon doesn’t budge.

“Not that this isn’t extremely hilarious, but what does it have to do with me?”

Asmo squawks indignantly. “What does it— It was obviously you, you idiot!”

Finally, Mammon removes his hand from MC’s eyes to point an accusatory finger at Asmo and proclaim, “No way!”

The brothers’ petty argument fades into white noise as MC beholds Asmo’s hair. It truly is something else. The demon’s curls have gone from a peachy pink to a swirled mess of neon orange, with pieces of the original colour peaking through here and there. It cannot be played off as intentional or good in any way. There are even patches of his skin that are dyed orange as well. It’s pretty hilarious.

MC is starting to lose feeling in his legs.

“Uh, Mammon? You mind getting off of me?”

Eyes enormous, the Avatar of Greed does just that, and instead presses himself into the other side of the couch like a startled cat. Asmo rolls his eyes and turns his attention to MC.

“You’re not overwhelmed with the most poorly hidden crush of the millenia, right? Would you mind helping me sort this mess out?” he asks. “Think about it. It’ll just be you and me, all glistening and—”

“Not helping your case,” MC retorts, carefully keeping his eyes above Asmo’s waist, “but yeah, whatever cursed soda got into your hair stuff is probably close enough to normal stains that my tricks will help get them out. But! You need to put on some clothes first.”

“Spoilsport~ But if you insist…” Asmo smiles beatifically and saunters back to his room, making absolutely no effort to cover himself as he goes.

I’d kill for his confidence, MC thinks. He promises Mammon he’ll be back as soon as possible and takes his leave, following the trail of watery footprints.

~~~

Mammon remains folded into the corner of the couch, pouting. Of course Asmo had to come and steal MC away from him, he can’t have any time alone with him ever! There’s always some stupid shenanigans that interrupt it—

MC left his phone.

It’s sitting innocuously on the couch, face down. Unguarded.

Vulnerable.

He shouldn’t. He won’t! That’s MC’s phone. Mammon may be a demon, but he’s a demon with standards. He will totally respect MC’s privacy. He’s not even tempted. Who cares about some human’s phone anyway?

...What if it’s unlocked?

“Oh screw it.”

The phone’s in his hand before the indent it left in the couch cushion can spring back in full. It is, in fact, unlocked, and open on the photos app for some reason. The photos are organized in time based folders. Mammon scrolls through the more recent ones, which consist mostly of pictures of the brothers, some with MC, some not — hey, when did MC take that picture of him?! — until he comes across a folder simply labelled “Pride”.

“Tch, they have a whole folder dedicated to Lucifer? Gross!” Mammon remarks as he opens it.

Jealous as he may not be of MC dedicating a folder to Lucifer instead of him anyone else, new pictures of Lucifer could sell for a pretty penny on the Devildom black market…

Oh. Oh. These are not photos of Lucifer.

Mammon’s not the most knowledgeable about the human world, but he knows a Pride parade when he sees one. It looks like MC had a really nice time, smiling and laughing with a group of people in brightly coloured clothes. The album ends with a wide shot of MC and his friends in a line doing various corny poses. Each one has a distinctly coloured flag draped across their shoulders like a cape. MC’s is a 5 striped design of bright blue, pink, and white bars. The wrinkles on the flag/cape suggest it was recently unpackaged.

Something about those colours pings at Mammon’s memory, and with a bit of effort it comes to him: when MC first came to the Devildom, his phone background involved those colours! Asmo had seen it and asked him about the colour choice, to which he’d responded with some blustering nonanswer and then promptly changed the background.

Did MC… think that any of them would judge him for being trans?

“Okay,” MC declares as he re-enters the room, “Asmo’s given up and is bleaching his hair, apparently magic demon pranks go way harder...than…”

Mammon freezes. The pair stare each other down for a few interminable seconds.

“...That’s my phone.”

“So it is…!”

“You saw the pictures, didn’t you.”

“Piiiiiiiicturrrrreessssss?” Mammon extends the word into several more syllables than is necessary. “What pictures?”

MC’s mouth does not say “Dude.” But the expression on his face very much conveys the sentiment nonetheless.

“Okay okay, I might have taken a little peek at your phone while you were gone. But it was just to make sure you didn’t leave it on! I locked it right away, I swear!”

“You’re still holding it.”

“Kuh-K-Keeping it warm! Cold phones lose battery faster!”

“...”

“Ugggggghhhhh okay! I looked a lot and saw everything! That what you wanna hear?!”

MC braces himself. “So…?”

“So what?”

“You don’t have any… questions?” he asks with a gesture towards himself.

“Uhhh, no?” Mammon pauses. “Oh wait, yeah, I have one.” Here we go. “ ‘MC’ and he/him pronouns are the right junk to call you by, yeah?”

MC blinks owlishly. “Yup— Uh, yeah, they are. Been that way for a while now… You really don’t—”

“MC,” Mammon says with a sharp toothed grin, “you really think humans are the only ones who get unsatisfied with what meat vessel or titles they’re assigned by the big man upstairs?”

Understanding bonks MC on the head with the same delicacy that Mammon carelessly tosses his phone back with. “Wait, r—”

“Let me show you how cool the Devildom trans flag is.”

#mrsketchydude #obey me #obey me mammon #obey me imagines #obey me trans mc #mine #my writing #mammon #happy pride month everyone #except where i live the parade is in august so it's more like pride summer #hot demon summer indeed lol #all the brothers are trans and/or nb bc i said so #but especially mammon #PS: i do not have a design for the devildom trans pride flag in mind #but if someone else does I Would Like To See It

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voidcat · 3 years

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– three cheers

characters: dazai osamu, nakahara chuuya, you

warnings: non,, just mentions of drinking,, maybe dazai lowkey ooc? idk im tired its midnight

a/n: certain cheap wines with slightly above average alcohol level that hits rather fast are mimiced as "dog killer" here... dont worry no dog was ever harmed, at least, not that i know of. happy birthday dazai lets listen to twin fantasy at 3am next time <3

when dazai heard a knock on his door in the middle of the night, he had little idea as to what the cause might be.

and out of all the possible scenarios that couldv'e taken place, he certainly didn't expect to see chuuya and you standing,

–you with a huge grin on your face, a telltale sign that you are up to no good; and chuuya, hands stuffed in his pockets, head turned to the side, looking bored with his hunched shoulders.

"not that i'm not happy to see you but what is the mea-" dazai begins before he can finish.

something big, flat and hard pushed onto his chest, you throw your hands up: "happy birthday!"

that sure is one way to put it, and it seems he has forgotten, again.

"before you begin with the refusals, hear me out! alright? alright!" it's almost funny how energetic you sound right now, compared to the state you are often in during the day.

"so, it is simple. here, in your hands is a vinyl of Bury Me At Makeout Creek and here-" hands stopped midair, you turn to chuuya quickly, opening and closing your palm to his face.

("where is it?" you hurriedly whisper as chuuya reaches for whatever it was kept between his right arm and side.)

"and here is a bottle of, uh, what did they call it there again?" another look shot at chuuya for help but he just rolls his eyes. pushing the bottle to dazai, you shake your head with a shrug.

another action fall short as you snap your fingers with an 'aha!' "dog killer! at least, that's the best i could translate it, i suppose."

dazai cannot help but perk up at the unusual title of the wine. when looking at the bottle, nothing of the sorts seem to come to eye.

his reaction must've caught your attention. "nevermind the name. just know that it's like, cheap wine that hits quickly, y'know?" he takes another look at the bottle with a rather unattentive bow on top and the vinyl you've wrapped up nicely.

"so here's how it'll go down.-" cheeriness put aside, a sense of graveness takes hold of your voice.

"at around 2am, you'll put on this vinyl, and don't worry, you can use my record player, it's set up in your room already." he figures he doesn't want to learn when or how you found a way in... one can ony hope it wasn't at a bad moment.

"then open this bottle of wine and chug it," you raise your index and point at it as you say so, "-as you listen to the songs over and over. and think." from pointing to poking, you do so as if stabbing him. "really think, over the lyrics, over yourself. i dont care whether it's self projection or seeing others in it as long as you get the full experience of it."

as you speak, your presence stands out more with each note you hit, chuuya blends into the background more and more, and what else to be expected when his body screams 'i was dragged here!'.

but the two of you know him better than this, to the point if he wished to stay at his place, he would so, that nothing could drag him, not even god itself, if it exists.

dazai cannot help as a little smile makes way to his face. to how serious you've gotten all of a sudden when talking about mitski or how chuuya took the time to dress and accompany you in the middle of the night.

"hey! don't make that face." your agitated voice snaps him out of his thoughts, as well as chuuya. "we all know how you rest your ear against my door whenever i'm blasting this album at 3am. do you know how hard it was to find? i got it for you before myself..." you shake your head with crossed arms.

rubbing over his ear, chuuya gives you a glare "warn me next time you're gonna scream, won't you?"

flaring up your hand to his face, you brush him off with a 'sure sure, whatever you say.'

it's weird, and joyful. chuuya keeps glaring at you, growing more and more impatient, while you jump from one expression to another, definitely too much and too quick to handle in the late hours of the night.

still, dazai wants to smile, or laugh at how the two of you bicker by his door. he wants to do something, say something, but he's not sure what it is. he wasn't even expecting this to be honest and he is still somewhat convinced he is currently stuck in a dream.

he cannot recalling telling you his birthday, ever, so it must've been chuuya to inform you of it.

he catches onto a "what am i even doing here with you to nutjobs anyway?" from chuuya, as you poke his side, making him jump for the second time, and let out a cheery "because you love us, don't ya!"

turning his head away in a blink to avoid your and dazai's gazes, chuuya shoves his hands back into his pockets rather harshly this time. quietly he mumbles something about the two of you being the 'banes of his damned existence' and 'what a mistake it was', followed by typical words and curses he lets out until his muttering halts as he stares at the two of you with wide eyes.

"...w- what are you two idiots staring at?" is all chuuya can let out before you clap your hands in excitement. "he didn't deny it!" you yell at dazai while he picks up from where you've left with a "look at this, chuuchuu loves us!"

one second covering his ears and next his fists balled up at both sides, moving in anger, chuuya tries to get over the loud musings of the two of you.

('w- wha-? no! thats not what i said! hey are you assholes even listeni-)

dazai spots the tears coming from your eyes, not that you're bothering to hide them now, as chuuya still jumps in his place but you all know the tantrum he is throwing is fake.

cluthing the items to his chest again, dazai speaks with a gentler and quiter voice: "well, in honor of chuuya admitting to loving us,"

("-hey! who said anything 'bout admitting!" chuuya's squealing falls on deaf ears)

"and of you getting older, don't you forget it!" you sneak in,

"sure sure, that too." dazai chuckles. no point in trying to make you forget it, or you forbid, allow dazai and chuuya forget.

to his dismissive tone, you cross your arms again but your expression tells you're not angry at him. "why don't you two come inside and we can act out that plan of yours together?" he completes his suggestion.

"we're gonna need more than one bottle, ya'know," chuuya snatches the bottle from him as he smiles and makes way inside, patting his arm as he passes dazai.

"i'll set this up then." you grab the vinyl, albeit, less harsher. "and i'm sure i've hidden a bottle of vodka somewhere here." you call out to chuuya.

maybe it's time dazai did a little inspection at his place after all...

"happy birthday again osamu." you say to him with a smile, smaller than the ones you've granted them so far, but one that reflects into your eyes as well.

dazai decides in this moment, as he leans against the door frame and watch the two of you run around to prepare as if it's your place, that maybe birthdays aren't so bad after all.

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wastelandcth · 3 years

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We’re Going Home - cth

part of nation of two

summary: Petra reminisces on Calum’s first date mistake and how the safety of a car changed her world. Calum thinks of a place to runaway to.

author’s notes: This was a lot of fluff and me looking out the window while it rained. Enjoy!

warnings: Not much, just two lovestruck fools missing one another.

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Calum had never been a fan of the rain. It reminded him of early mornings when he'd wake up to the rainstorms outside his window and how the ache in his bones practically begged him to stay in bed and drift off to sleep for a little while longer. The rain was just another disturbance in his life. If it rained, his soccer practice would get canceled and he'd have to walk back home, the rain soaking his clothes and weighing down his backpack. Once the band had taken off, the occasional rainstorm put another sour mood on Calum. Outdoor shows would get canceled or delayed, leaving Calum to stare out of the tour bus window as rain droplets raced to the bottom of the windows. If the rainstorm was severe enough, planes he needed to take would get grounded until the storm passed and he wouldn't catch his connecting flight. The rain also meant that sometimes plans he had that included Calum being outside would end with him soaked and left shivering, his bones aching for warmth and dryness the rain usually scared away. The rain outside of Calum's hotel window filled him with a sadness he couldn't quite explain. Maybe it was the fact that the tour had been taking a toll on his body and that he missed his bed and his mug he always used in the mornings while at home.

Or maybe it was the fact that Petra was showing him the view from whatever restaurant she'd been eating at.

"I'm telling you, the second you've settled back in here at home, I'm taking you here and you're going to eat the best french toast you've ever had," Petra said, her camera showing the Pacific Ocean in all it's vastness.

Calum had never been one for jealousy. But as he watched the blue sky and blue ocean on his screen, his body ached with a want to be there next to the woman he loved. He'd do anything to be sitting next to Petra at a cafe, eating amazing french toast and watching the ocean waves. He would do anything to be next to her, holding her hand and listening to her laugh about the way the birds seem to hover above their table in order to steal a french fry or two. So yes, Calum was jealous.

As Petra looked out at the ocean, from where she'd been sat enjoying a glass of ice tea, she couldn't help but chuckle at herself. She'd been trying to get out more and more these days. With Calum gone, she wouldn't have to worry much about having to stop whenever Calum was spotted by fans and waiting for them to chat for a bit before continuing their errands. She'd gotten used to the dates she'd go on with herself, eventually timing them out so that she'd be able to talk to Calum for at least a few minutes before he'd be whisked off to his next engagement with the band. Their first date had also been close to disastrous, according to Calum who told Petra later on, because of his band's engagements. But Petra had just laughed and assured Calum second chances were worth giving.

Petra had arrived at the coffee shop a few minutes early, wanting to save a secluded table for both her and Calum. She knew who he was, of course, she knew who Calum Hood was, and she assumed he'd want privacy when it came to things like first dates. so arriving a few minutes early to get the table near the back of the coffee shop was just something she'd wanted to do for him. The coffee shop had been one that Petra had only been to once when she'd gotten lost after a wrong turn and had ended up in the neighborhood. The outside of the building was a white brick, reminding Petra a lot of those old western stores in the movies.

The inside of the coffee shop, which had smelled of fresh coffee and pastries, had large lamps overhead, giving the already bright building an even brighter indoors. The dark green tiles and dark wood accents around the inside were calming, feeling like a place where Petra could sit down for hours and read a book. Usually, she'd bring a book with her wherever she went, but she had left her most recent read in the backseat of her car, not expecting to have much time to read while out on a date. She'd be too busy getting to know the man with pretty brown eyes who she knew was talented enough to get anyone he wanted, and yet he still chose to invite her out to coffee.

"So, Petra, what do you think about coffee?" he'd asked over the phone one day.

They'd been doing this for a while now, talking over the phone during the slow moments of the day where each other's company was comfortable. Petra had learned a lot about Calum during the soft voices exchanged over phone calls. She'd learned that his favorite snack at the moment was fruit gummies even if it made him sound childish, which it didn't. She'd learned that he'd been busy writing a new album with his band and that usually meant he'd disappear off the face of the earth for a couple of days when inspiration hit, but he'd always try and send her a picture or funny meme to let her know he was still very much alive. Petra had learned that Calum, although usually quiet and reserved according to himself, could talk for hours about anything that crossed his mind during those moments in their calls.

"I don't think I'm well versed in coffee if I'm honest," Petra had admitted, "I never know what to order whenever I do end up at a coffee shop."

"Well, how about we go out and find your drink? I know a great spot where we can start," Calum said happily, "You up for it?"

"Yeah, that sounds fun, as long as I don't develop a caffeine addiction," she teased and looked over at her calendar, "How about Wednesday?"

"It's a date."

And it was almost a date, except for the fact that Petra had sat at the coffee shop for almost an hour and had yet to see Calum. Sure, LA was known for having horrible traffic and Petra herself had gotten stuck in it while on her way to the shop, but an hour with no text or calls from Calum had just made her cranky and annoyed. She'd ordered a coffee by herself, regretting her choice as soon as the bitter liquid hit her tongue, and had forced herself to finish it before she eventually decided to call the date done and over with. The walk back to her car had been quick, her head throbbing with annoyance and a hint of embarrassment. She'd been halfway home when her phone rang, Calum's name played across the screen.

"Petra, I'm so sorry!" Calum breathed out, "I know I said I'd been there almost two hours ago but things got crazy at the studio and I know that sounds shitty but I hope you can forgive me and maybe I can make it up to you!"

If Petra had known Calum at least a little less than she did, she would've never picked up the call, she would've let him go to voicemail and maybe not even call him back ever. But she knew Calum wouldn't have stood her up on purpose and she knew that if they really were going to make something more of their phone calls and occasional flirting over text, she'd have to understand what his job entailed sometimes. She was an adult, she knew dating meant sometimes people make mistakes and that working around them was what would make it worth it in the end.

"Calum, it's...I'm not going to say it's fine because I would've appreciated even just a text saying what was happening,' she sighed, "But maybe we can try again soon, yeah? I had a pretty shitty coffee again, which I am blaming on you," she said with a teasing tone, hoping that Calum caught on to it.

"How about tonight?" Calum asked, his voice hesitant as if he was expecting rejection, "I could pick you up and we can just drive around, maybe pick up some of those burgers you were telling me about? I promise to be on time."

Petra had ended up agreeing to his second first date proposal because he sounded genuine and she couldn't help the flutter in her heart at the mention of the burgers. She'd told Calum about them almost a month ago and knowing he'd remember such a small detail made her a little more hopeful about this working out after all.

"I'll text you my address," Petra chuckled out, "Drive safe, okay?"

Calum's car, which would become a haven for them both at different times in the future, was quiet as they both looked out at the city lights. Their stomachs were full, the burgers and french fries they'd shared making their silence a comfortable one. Calum had profusely apologized the second that Petra's door had opened, the bouquet of flowers in his arms a peace treaty as both of them rode off into the evening.

"The flowers, they're from the same flower shop?" Petra asked as she glanced over at Calum. who'd been focusing on the road.

"Oh, um, yeah," Calum chuckled, "Apparently the cashier and manager were taking bets to see if we'd gather the nerves to go on a date or not," he mumbled, his cheeks flushing as he turned his head to look at her, "Had to tell them about tonight."

"Bets?" Petra laughed and shook her head, "Cherly and Carly, right? The one with the curly hair? She practically bullied me into telling her what had happened when we met," she teased.

The date, which had gone off without another problem or disastrous time issue, had been the most fun Petra had ever had since she'd joined the dating scene in LA. She hadn't expected such a relaxing way to spend her evening to be with an international rock star like Calum. She'd laughed so hard her ribs hurt and had sung out loud in the car with him until her throat was sore. By the end of the night, when the safety of Calum's car had come to an end and the driveway to Petra's house was in view, they both sat in comfortable silence. The engine of the car, which hummed quietly between them, the only noise around as they both glanced at each other.

"I had a lot of fun tonight, I'm glad we did this," Petra said softly, breaking the silence and smiling as she saw the relieved look that washed over Calum's face.

"I'm glad we did too. Again, sorry about earlier today," Calum mumbled and sighed, shaking his head.

"Oh, it's fine, really. Just make sure I get to hear whatever masterpiece you came up with first, yeah?" she teased, leaning over the center console to press a kiss onto his cheek, "Text me when you get home, okay? Drive safe!"

Calum listened to the familiar ring playing from the speaker of his phone, waiting for Petra to pick up. His eyes were busy, focused on the mirror in front of him as he tried to deal with the unruly curls he’d let grow out after Petra insisted on seeing how long they could get. He was halfway across the world, in a hotel he couldn’t pronounce the name of, but it was his last morning there and Petra had no idea that by this time tomorrow he’d be back in her arms. After weeks and weeks of being away, promoting an album that would change the band’s sound and image, Calum was going home to be with his girlfriend. He’d be leaving gloomy Europe, with rainstorms that never seemed to end and accents that he had trouble understanding at times, for the endless sunshine and love that LA had recently shown him.

“Hi gorgeous,” Petra chuckled as she picked up the phone, “You’re calling quite early for someone who went to bed four hours ago,” she teased.

“Hi Pebble,” Calum teased, the nickname earning him a groan from across an ocean, “I missed my girlfriend, couldn’t sleep without your snores.”

“I’ll hang up if you’re just going to tease me,” she threatened with a light laugh, “I miss you too, bub, only a few more days though!”

“Yeah, you better be ready for me to be stuck to your side for weeks,” he mumbled and chuckled, zipping up his toiletries bag and picking his phone up off the counter, “I’m expecting an amazing brunch spot reservation.”

“Oh you know me, I’ve got all the connections,” she laughed quietly, “Do you have a busy day today?”

“Mhm, a lot of interviews,” Calum mumbled, his shoulder holding his phone up against his ear as he finished packing the rest of his thumb up, “I’m not sure when I’ll be able to call you again until tomorrow.”

“That’s fine,” Petra said, the smile evident in the way her voice rose, “You know I’ll still send you an endless amount of pictures and memes.”

“And I love you for it,” Calum chuckled, “I’ve got to go now, but I’ll talk to you soon?”

“Of course, have a nice day! Blow them away, bub!” she said happily, her voice warming Calum’s body at the thought that he’d be with her so soon.

“Will do, Pebbles,” he smirked, laughing quietly as Petra kept her word and hung up the call.

The ride from the airport back home had been a blur to Calum. All he recalled was stuffing his bags into the back and buckling up, the bright skies and warm weather making him regret the hoodie and thick beanie he’d worn to try and hide from the prying eyes. If he wanted his surprise to truly work, he would need to remain unseen in public. But by the time the car had turned onto the familiar street of his neighborhood, Calum began to squirm in his seat, the excitement of being so close to Petra overcoming him. The car had barely stopped before Calum was unbuckled and out, his bags dragging behind him as he threw out a thank you to his driver as he ran to the front door. The light, which was usually off by the time morning came, was still on; acting as a guiding light for Calum to know that he was truly home.

His key unlocked the front door, leading him into the house he’d begun to call home soon after Petra had come into it, and he was met by the familiar bark of his old dog. Setting his bags down by the entrance, Calum toed off his shoes and pulled off the hoodie that had kept his warmth contained within him. His back ached from the long flight and he was starving, his tummy rumbling at the thought of food, but that wouldn’t stop him from crouching down and petting his dog as he waddled over to him. Duke’s tail wagged from side to side so quickly it was a blur of black and white, his paws landing on Calum’s thighs as he sniffed Calum making sure it was really him. Calum had been so busy greeting his best friend and kissing his stinky head that he hadn’t heard the footsteps coming from the hallways.

“Duke, I’m sure it was just the mail person again, or the neighbor walking their pup,” Petra mumbled, her eyes widening as she was met with the sight of her boyfriend standing in front of her, “C-Calum?”

“Hi baby,” Calum grinned, straightening his back out and looking at her with wide eyes, “Surprise!”

Calum hadn’t had the chance to say much else, the force of Petra running into his arms and hugging him had knocked the breath out of him. His arms wrapped themselves around her waist and pulled her even closer, if that was possible, and Calum’s nose nuzzled against the top of her head. They stayed like that for a few minutes, breathing one another in, making sure that they were both truly in the same room again and this wasn’t some cruel dream they’d both wake up from alone in a bed oceans apart. Petra had been the first one to pull away, her eyes meeting Calum’s before she’d cupped his face in her hands and pulled him in for a kiss.

“I missed you so much,” she mumbled, leaving kisses in between her words, “What’re you doing here? I thought you still had a few days?”

“I missed you too,” Calum chuckled and smiled, “A few interviews were canceled and they sent us home early. I just got in about an hour ago.”

“Oh my gosh, I’m so glad to have you back,” she whispered and nodded, pulling him into another kiss that left Calum giggling against her.

“I am too.”

Something Calum loved about the ocean was the vastness of it. Sure, he was absolutely terrified of the secrets it held and the fact that much of it was unexplored, but sitting on the hood of his car with Petra by his side as they both stared out at the waves made of all worth it. After a shower and a much needed snack, Petra and Calum had made their way over to the brunch spot that overlooked the ocean. After a lot of french fries and kisses shared between the two of them, the drive to the ocean was peaceful, both of them taking each other in. By the time they had made it onto the beach, the sunny skies were covered in a fog of clouds. It would be Calum’s luck, after all, to have the rain follow him wherever he went.

“Do you think it’ll rain?” Petra asked, her eyes meeting Calum’s even through the dark sunglasses they both wore.

“I hope not, I thought I had escaped the rain,” Calum teased and pulled her close, “Come on, let’s walk in the sand a bit.”

With hands held tightly, their arms swaying as they strolled down the dandy beach, Calum found himself at peace. The past couple of weeks away had left him wanting more from his relationship and wanting to do more for Petra. In the past, the mere thought of a future with someone would’ve had Calum running for the hills. But with Petra it all made sense, he wanted to be by her side every day, to see her go through her day and be there to make her smile. As the first few droplets of rain fell from the sky, he realized that this future, the one with Petra, was all he’d been missing. Their stroll was cut short, much to Calum’s displeasure when the curtains of rain got closer and closer. The waves roared next to them, the ocean alive and ever more powerful as the rainstorm above them finally let go.

Calum looked over at Petra, who had tugged on his hand and before Calum knew it, they were both racing back to the car. The sand hadn’t made it easier for them to run, both of them stumbling as they raced through the beach in fits of laughter. By the time they’d both shut their doors and panted out breaths, they were completely drenched and looked as if they had jumped onto the ocean itself. They sat in silence watching the view outside of the safety of the car. Watching the waves crash onto the ocean and battle with the clouds above them that were spewing out rain. It was all so violent and sudden, but Calum’s eyes shifted to watch Petra.

He watched as her eyes widened, watching the storm in awe as his chest rose and fell with each breath she took. He watched as her hand ran through the curls, that not even the rain could mess with, trying to shake the water out of them. She was beautiful without even having to try and Calum was out of breath. But Calum didn’t mind, not at all, because Petra could make even the thing he hated the most a beautiful sight.

“We should run away to Sydney for a bit,” he mumbled quietly, his bottom lip trapped between his teeth as Petra’s eyes met his, “I want you to meet my family.”

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muffindaddystyles · 4 years

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𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒.

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐲/𝐧) 𝐱 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲.

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲: 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟!!!

𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠: 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞

Being a university kiddo isn't a joke you're one of it's victim and how insensitive it will sound but you worked as paparazzi because you were literally going homeless.

One buzzy night when Harry was just having a light environment get together with four of his friends in his London's home you were practically managing your bum on his kitchen's windows deck which was providing you the clear view of them just chillin' out.

You felt bad. A horrible person who goes on invadilating people's life but you've a contract of one more month and they need random ass photos of celebrities specifically Harry, else they'll conduct your money for which you worked late nights three months prior.

Your hands shook and you were about to tumble back into his garden many times because Harry had a great loving role in your life, you've been admiring him for years and this's completely out of your line. And you know he has a bodyguard who's monstrously taller than you and wouldn't take a second to kick you into jail.

An idiolising smile quirked up your lips seeing him in good mood sipping on his margaritas and you sigh debating whether you should do it or not.

You muttered a "fuck it" before snapping purposedly blurry photos and you were about to carefully jump down when your feet went into wrong place.

You tried to hold in your shriek when you rolled over the sink counter first then onto the floor, the fall was so painful it made you saw stars but you didn't cry even though they were fighting to spill out.

Everyone's head snapped at the chaos and Harry abruptly stood up striding towards the kitchen.

With the help of dining chair you were on your feet with a groan and you've a bleeding lip too. Harry's angry voice boomed through the walls, "What the actual fuck!?" He tilts his head towards you questioningly and you wrap yourself in your arms shrinking at his fierceness.

Now tears slipping down your cheeks like a never ending waterfall and you tried not to hiccup, sob or whimper.

"Who the hell are ya?" He's pissed. His friends remained quite watching the scenario from the living room and he's kinda feeling remorseful because a dainty girl in flared denims and a 𝙵.𝚁.𝙸.𝙴.𝙽.𝙳.𝚂 tee-shirt with blazing red embarrassed cheeks soaked with innocent tears, her protecting herself just from her arms from Harry as if he'll hurt her and lip bleeding so badly Harry was about to rush her to his washroom to clean it up.

But all in the end he kept his guard strong. Because this's from many times his privacy was being invalidated.

"I-m's...m'so sorry, Harry." You hiccuped in between your breaths and He arches his brows for if you got any further explanation for your actions.

"I'm not gonna lie to you. I was capturing your pictures sneakily from this window and w-when I was bout to go, slipped." He kind of found it cute how you said 'slipped' at the end but he let it go, before he would've said another thing you continued hastily.

"I just hate doing this. Hate invadilating people's privacy but I really really need money...you know..." You sob out gesticulating with your hands and everyone including Harry felt broken for you, "...I never wanted to do this. Never took single one of you since I've started this pathetic job and when I asked them that I want to leave they told me I can't until next month." At this Harry sighed loudly combing his hair back taking your arm and making your shaking body sit at the chair.

You couldn't stop sobbing. You feel so fuckin' pathetic you want to just kill yourself at the moment because everything's crashing down onto you just when you were infront of Harry Styles after sneaking on him, "Th-they told me that they need your pictures specifically else they'd conduct my money from previous." Harry pinches his bottom lip listening to you with full attention, his gaze a bit concerned.

"That's very disgustin' of them." He spats bitterly new-profound hatred for agencies enveloping him, "m..I'm so sorry. I'll delete 'em right infront of you." Your brought your camera infront of him with trembling hands but he wraps his fingers around your wrist to stop you.

"S'okay. I don't care, jus' have 'em and throw it to their faces." You shook your head and Harry's amused how caring you're for him even though you guys have never met, now he feels bad for shouting at you "no, please my morals will eat me alive. Can't do this to you." rubbing the back of your nose and in doing so you irritated your lips fingers getting all bloody. You didn't noticed you were bleeding until at the moment and your eyes widened. You hate blood it makes your nerves crawl.

"Oh my goodness." You gasp horrifically fingers vigorously trembling as you raised them to look at them clearly, your skin drained paler and Harry quickly stood up taking you with him to sink.

"S'okay, we all do mistakes sometimes. But you need it right now....can you duck down a little??" He asks you at the end while talking to you to divert your mind from the gor imaginations you were having in your brain.

He cups the water from running faucet bringing it to your lips cleaning your mouth with gentle rub of his soothing palms. His hands are calloused soft like cotton candy that tingles when it fuses on your tongue.

"I know what you're doin' isn't one of your very proud job but I can help you. Just take these pictures and ask me fo' more if they send you again until they set you free." He again makes you sit at the chair and you've calmed down better from before.

"S'not a big deal fo' me it's jus' pictures. I get annoyed when they're taken without m'permission." One his friends bought him a bottle of vaseline and he 'thanked' them before dipping his index inside the petroleum jelly, smudging it over your lips. You hissed at a certain nib and he gently shushed you, "Thank you Harry." You whispered bottom lip wobbling and he scrunched his nose at your cuteness.

"I really thought your tall bodyguard will drag me to jail." At first he thought you weren't serious but the frown and long stare of yours to his orange polished nails caused his heart to crack into pieces.

The thought of you getting scared like this multiple times, getting shouted and cursed at by celebrities, sometimes getting injured like this incident made him well...sad for you.

He stroked the back of your knuckles which are bruised too. He chuckled coarsely through his regret trying to lift the mood, "now..m'not that of a monster." He drawled out eyes flickering all over your head playfully which's lowered into shame.

You sniffled giggling through your tears standing up quickly, "I-should probably go. sorry once again...I'll try my best not to ever disturb you again." You bowed a little in an apologising way and Harry wanted to ask you to have a glass of milk to soothe the sting of your lip. He kinda wanted you to clash to him at sometimes again once he was out of his haze at what just happened.

"No problem, stay safe darlin'." He smiles at you and you at him this time he escorted you out through his main door. All his friends had a good laugh at what just happened; a girl almost breaking her bones in Harry's kitchen and him shouting at her only to scold her at the end to be careful when you sneak inside someone's house.

"Heyyyy." He throws his head annoyed when his friends found his timidness funny, "she was a nice lady, jus' little trapped into her situation."

The next week you were on his door this time knocking, one more guy waiting for you to bring Harry's pictures at the backstreet.

"Heya!" He was extra chirpy today no-wonder he had an album coming, "sorry." You muttered raising the camera that he would look at it clearly he got it what you want and grinned at you ushering you inside.

"S'alright. What do you wan' me to do?" You giggled when he made different postures one like an english girl, hand on his hip, arse in air and arm above his head enthusiastically.

"Not any of that, they should look random."

"Okay then. Move to m'garden." With a small hand on your waist he guided you to the same garden you sneaked in his house that day, "just pretend like you're doing something script-y type you know. You've an album comin' right?" He nods shushing his butterflies when you used your own words like 'script-y'.

He rushed to grab his journal sitting on stool pretending like he's writing something on it and both of you guffawed out breathily when your camera's snaps echoed, "perfect. Thank you Harry." You walked back inside and he was shining like a chime under lilac sun.

"Can I hug you?" You asked for his permission and he slinged his arm around you hugging you close to him. He was in love with your scent. It's roses and fresh water as if you bathed in rosy milk.

"Have a cup of tea, with me?" He asked you politely but you smiled, "another time. that piggy assistant of my agency is waiting for me at the backstreet."

"Didn't wanted him to know your address." You muttered swaying from one feet to another and Harry's eyes widened in amusement. He again hugged you taking you a bit by surprise but you wrapped your arms around his neck tipping on your toes for the proper embrace.

To that day and this you're his best friend more than that too living with him in his house because you just moved out from uni's dormetary and there was no good place to live so he offered you to live with him until.

It's been an YEAR now you're living along him because even though none of you wants to deny it you both kinda got addicted to eachother's presence and now it's hard to let go.

𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑢𝑦𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒.

He drags you to his friend's parties even though you feel so out of them. You remember when one time he practically threw you over his shoulder and in his car to a party at Kendall's house.

You were fuming for two reasons. First you were litreally in your pyjamas and bunny slip-ons, second Kendall recognized you and said in that mock tone "are you the same paparazzi girl that tripped while sneaking on me, right?" Harry was...well he didn't liked it at all. You're his bestfriend that he's wishing to keep for lifetime and he knows that phase of your life was the dying need of yours.

You weren't angry neither did you hide it. You nodded at her with sheer embarrassment in your eyes and you didn't had to tell Harry before he was taking both of you into his car driving home.

"Wish I could just remove that part of my life." You murmured sitting crossed legs on the wine rugged floor and Harry's head perked up at that while he handed you the glass of milk and cookies taking you in his lap.

"We all have that part in our life, don't care." You squished your face in the crook of his neck while he stroked your hair cooing softly into your ear, "moppet don't be sad, m'sorry. S'my fault." He kisses your head with little pecks and you giggled when he purposedly fanned his breath under your earlobe where you're most ticklish.

"Wanna play poker?" He pulls you and you bobbed your head.

He always do this. Always knows how to lift up your mood when the work load's sometimes too much. You guys give eachother's massages even though yours used to be so brutal but he didn't even said a word until one day you offered Sarah one and she squealed in a hiss.

He laughed it off as you looked at him horrified that you never cared if the massage was okay, blowing hits at him while he asked Jeff to stop you only to kiss your forehead when you pouted at him.

Both of you've feelings for eachother. Hardcore one but you refuse to let them out too scared to ruin what you've.

You guys fart in eachother's presence and take a piss with open doors. You guys are that close. When you're sprawled onto his bed without any conscious because he fucked you mercilessly last night and if the next morning you get periods making a whole damn map of Antarctica onto his white sheets he just wakes up gently not to startle you, sits you on couch for a moment quickly changes his sheets and tells you that he has brought pads, chocolates and teas for you hands you your panties ushering you inside the washroom.

You're so thankful for him. For his presence. His care for you and you just wants to return it, so you do in the form of endless cuddles at night, drunk deep talks at the rooftop, three kisses in total because he likes no more less than three before going to sleep. Making sure his coffee's perfectly brewed in the morning and you guys have enough maple syrup for his likeness.

You sometimes knits him cute balled shape gloves and bakes cookies for him, sometimes brings him dinner while you're with your girlfriends.

You guys are so domestic and in love but with friends tag that none of you've figured your feelings out.

You brought a date at home once. Drunkly kissing that guy but it was all ruined when that guy broke Harry's vase that you gifted him once. It woke Harry up and he wasn't even tiny bit of pleased with your swollen lips, watery eyes and black dress showing excessively more than he wanted.

The guy was litreally shocked to see Harry Styles walking out of one of the rooms and excused himself from you as if he saw the ghost.

He sternly arched his brow while you fumbled with your rings which are his's btw, there was a whole lecture of how you went to clubbing with your girls and came back with some random cheap guy, that you shouldn't drink so much because you forget how to function and that how sickly he was worried for you but you didn't picked his phone.

But when you opened your mouth for a good excuse he raised his index in the air shushing you like a daddy would do, "not under my roof, y/n" then when you complained you're a person too and desires sex. He grabbed your jaw smashing his lips on yours in a fervent kiss and fucked you raw against the leather wall of his living room with your dress still on.

From that day you're friends with extra benefits anyone could ask for.

Today he's out with his boys for a football match. You were watching friends reruns, your stuff toy under your armpit and the bowl full of popcorns in your lap. Everything was running when you drifted to deep sleep on the couch only to be woken up again due to loud impatient knocks.

Harry at the door shifting from one leg to another tucking his jeans down from over his crotch and you yawned loudly, "Harry? game's ov-" but you were cut off when grabbed your neck thumb under your ear and tilted his chin to kiss you deeply.

"So, fuckin' hard..." He hissed against your lips in urgency shutting the door with his feet and scurrying both of you to couch, "please pretty girl suck me off, want that so bad." He whined requesting nicely and you sighed rubbing sleep from your eyes.

"Okay then you owe me a breakfast in morning." He bobbed his head taking your hand to make you sit in between his legs, "anythin' fo' m'darlin'." He hissed grunting at the end throwing his head back on the cushions and your lips quirked up.

"Sure you went to watch football not porn?" You unzipped his fly and he raised his hips kissing your lips wetly, "what got my tarzan so rock hard, hmm?" You mumbled against his lips sucking at his bottom lip yanking his black jeans down till his ankles.

"You, please you." He whimpered when you palmed his visible prodding bulge through his boxers and the blush crept up your cheeks at his blabbering.

Sitting crossed-legs in between his open wide legs you stroked the inside of his thighs and he bucked his hips grinding his bulge agaisnt your face.

His thick member hit his lower abdomen when you fred it from his boxers, you raised a little elbows digging into his thighs tucking your nose under his eternity to lick his balls fondling with them.

"Oh fuck!" You pinned his hips down lazily taking your previous position, he's heavy and thick in your palm as you pumped him through lazy strokes.

You're extra clumsy when you wake up from sleep so your hands shook. the crown of his cock nudging your lips and chin making him moan out loud and he clenched his fingers from avoiding to just grab your cheeks and fuck your mouth.

"Yes. Pet daddy's little petal just take me, yeah?" He pushed your hair back making an eye contact with you and nodded you licked his head that sent him grunting.

You put your chin on his thigh near his knee looking at him with doe eyes admiring him when he was fully inside your mouth, "takes me so well, fuck." His hands maneuvered into your hair other lacing with yours ontop of his other thigh.

He pinched his eyes when you drooled all over his cock cheeks going shallow as you tried to suck some of your saliva down, you're lazy and in no mood to do some work so you murmured against his cock while tugging it furiously.

"Fuck my mouth daddy." You didn't had to say twice when he fisted your hair around his palm putting you in your place and fucking your mouth with speedy snaps of his hips.

"So fuckin' sloppy. Love it when ye' give me sloppy filthy heads." You hummed around him gagging when he pushed his cock to your throat pulling back to stroke him over your tongue when he saw your teary eyes, "hmm. not gonna last." His tummy with ferns rippled with ecastasy and you patted his thigh to give you access to his balls.

Your drool was tricking down till his base so you smudged it massaging his heavy blue balls getting his little whimpers in return and a "fuck baby. fuck me, please." You kept on fondling with his balls and the soft skin of his thighs palming his pelvis.

"Gonna cum in your mouth." You squeezed his hand eyelashes fluttering while he writhed under you and the last thrust of him inside your mouth caused him to fill your mouth with his cum.

With a whine he pulled out from your mouth and your eyes glinted as you straddled up his lap cradling his soft baby face in your hands. Moaning when he kissed you how lovers do, after that it was all sloppy you kissing him and you riding him throwing your head back giving him opportunity to splash blues on your throat to mark you his's.

"Oh daddy." You whimpered as he stretched his palm over your arched back your pelvis slapping his in an erotic noise. He was smiling at you litreally a genuine one.

He loves you so much. He knows you love him and he has thought of confessing it to you many times but he's scared to ruin what you've already have too precious.

"C'mon baby that's it, yeah there?" He circled your clitoris in pleasuring motions whispering in your ear, "use daddy." You moaned out sweetly holding his shoulders and before you know you hit the deep end of your pleasure in waves and kept on cumming while he kept on fucking you to your high.

"Ah!" You gasped alluringly when you came another time thrashing into his hold that he had to grasp the nape of your neck from falling back resting your temples against eachother.

"I-" 𝐼 𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢. But he gulped his words back pecking your lips, "Is my baby sleepy?" He pouts at you pawing at your hips and you hummed letting your head fall onto his chest.

He slept in your bed that night after taking care of you, he didn't blinked taking in your afterglow, stroking the apple of your cheeks with the back of his knuckles, pecking your lips featherly murmuring sweet nothings he doesn't have guts to say to you when you are awake.

You all invited Harry's friends to have a breakfast at your guys home. Your living room was crowding with laughters and giggly chats as you flipped pancakes.

Everyone's head snapped at someone particular stepping inside the living room, they all smiled at her and she hugged Harry almost kissing him on his lips. You were busy inside reminiscing another story of you to Sarah of you playing poker with Harry and him loosing to you treating you with your favourite chocolates.

One of your friends came inside with pity eyes and when you questioned her with the the tilt of your head she shook her head smiling at you.

Your beaming grin vanished when your eyes fell over Harry with his arm slinged over a women with blonde hair and fuckin' beautiful you could've ever imagined.

"Meet y/n my bestfriend. We live together." He told her proudly and her smiled wavered into frustrated one.

"Hi." You greeted her shyly ignoring the fact you're hurting so bad, "c'mon have a seat." You ushered her gulping the cobweb of tears when she took your seat one beside Harry but you shrugged it off sitting along Mitch.

You gathered everyone here with the thought of you maybe sharing the idea that you should move out but now it's decided that you indeed's moving out. This's your jealousy and hurt all in one decision.

"Guys..." You cleared your throat voice as if nothing's happening to you replacing the haze in your irirses with playfullness.

When you got everyone's attention you announced "I'm moving out." making Harry choke on his waffles, "no the fuck you're not." He grunted as the girl he brought with him made him sip his water.

"We need to talk." He spoke curtly and everyone looked at both of you with curiosity. They all want you to be together so bad.

"Harry-" You hissed when he dragged you inside the kitchen like a child you pouted your lower lip craning your head not to look at him, "what the fuck you're talkin' you never discussed it before hand with me?"

"I think it's time for me to move out." You whispered bottom lip wobbling and he's connecting dots on your hasty decision, "not when I exist." He said smugly trapping you between the counter and him.

"Does it matter? Go back to your girl." You muttered pinching your nose and he stepped back looking at you as if you grew two heads.

He laughed loudly holding his sides bending and slamming the counter. "What." You murmured and he pointed at you shutting his eyes tight.

"You're jealous." You quickly smacked his arm saying in high pitch, "no. I'm not!!" You squealed surprisingly when he grabbed you harshly and everyone's ears outside perked up either thinking you guys are fighting or fucking.

He cupped your cheeks kissing you with amiablity that only lovers hold for eachother, murmuring with a whine inside your mouth with each nibble "but baby you're my girl."

You looked at him accusingly and he scrunches his nose at how adorable you're looking being angry at him, "you're always gonna be my baby even the mother of my babies." You scoffed not knowing if he's joking with you.

His eyes hooded with affection and he again cupped your neck tilting your chin to his level by his thumbs, "m'serious y/n. I love you so fuckin' much." You gasped loudly which was caught by his parted lips.

"You do?" You're feeling like it's a dream. "I do very much." He pecked your lips again and again making you sob at the same counter you sobbed when you first had him.

"I love you too." Harry's heart forget to breath when he heard those words in your sweetness and he pushed you closer to him murmuring in your hair, "say it again."

"I love you. Love you. Love you. Love-" But you were cut off when he kissed you deeply with a whine never letting you go.

He explained you that the new guest's just one of his friend's friends she forced them to hang out even though they protested and with him tucking you under his armpit you both stepped outside of kitchen.

"We're together." You announced loudly and all of the people at table rolled their eyes.

"You guys were from litreally two years." They teased you but after that showered you in hugs and kisses.

Life's good with Harry.

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pidge-poetry · 2 years

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Foals' Jack Bevan on new single '2am': "It’s among the best pop songs we've ever written. The dance elements of the album are a love letter to life pre-Covid"

Jack Bevan, one-third of Oxford indie band Foals, chats to Hot Press about the second single to be taken from their forthcoming album, '2am', and their June 2022 gig at Fairview Park, Dublin.

Following the release of tropical disco-infused comeback single 'Wake Me Up' back in November, Foals have dropped their blistering new track '2am'. Premiering as BBC Radio 1's Hottest Record in the World today, it's a bigger dance-pop banger than we've heard in years from the trio.

Speaking to the band's UK drummer, Jack Bevan, Hot Press scoop a few more coveted details about their forthcoming seventh album, the details of which have been kept tightly under wraps. The Oxford-formed act have been at work on the follow-up to their 2019 sister LPs Everything Not Saved Will Be Lost: Part One and Part Two, as frontman Yannis Philippakis recently discussed with us.

Is there still that sense of burgeoning nervous energy and excitement with a new Foals single release, given how long they've been putting out records?

“It's funny, I took a big break from listening to all the new material because I tend to listen to the tracks all the time when we record them," he replies, grinning from his London home on the Zoom screen. "When we're mixing, because you have to make notes of any necessary changes, you end up listening to each song about 10 times a day for two or three weeks, or even a month. That's when I get burnout. I just needed a break, so I took a month off listening until this morning. I got so excited because I'm finally hearing the song for what it is, rather than making notes. We got so used to not doing anything when Covid happened, but we’re raring to go now. This record really does feel like our reaction to the pandemic, when we were trying to imagine life going back to normal.”

Foals teased their return on TikTok with a clip from their 'Wake Me Up' video last October. Infusing elements of funk and disco into the song, the outfit use the influence of synths alongside the indie-rock guitar-driven anthems known for setting the place alight during their gigs. I quiz Jack on whether '2am' trumps their previous single.

“I love them both, but I prefer ‘2am’ as a song," he concedes. "There's a few future fan favourites on this record, but ‘2am’ is one of the most simple songs we've ever written. It’s also one of the catchiest. It’s probably among the best pop songs we've ever written. There's a lightness to it, which spreads across the record. It’s a fun, listenable album.”

“You have to be in a certain mood to want to listen to records from start to finish. This album definitely feels like a record I’d put on if I was getting ready to go on a night out. I put on Metronomy’s The English Riviera in full, and it's a very different vibe - same with Weezer's Blue album," he adds. "People might be surprised a little bit by ‘2am’, but ‘My Number’ was a very simple song as well. It's not a million miles away from that sound, but it's got a very different feel to it. There’s disco in there, and pop.”

Given that their forthcoming seventh record will land as a "reaction" to the two-year pandemic and loss of touring, what risks are there surrounding Foals' release date?

“It's one of those things where something could come out of the woodwork and screw it all up again, but hopefully not. Potentially, the album will kind of come at the right time for the public during the pandemic," Bevan posits. "We'd all been individually thinking about how great it would be to make a more upbeat, fun, love letter to life before Covid. A dedication to nightlife and the feeling you can only get by going to gigs. That's why there's a more dance element to it, because we don’t want people to hear the album while sitting at home. The absolute worst thing Foals could do now is make a miserable lockdown album. Nobody wants that. I can't think of anything worse. We were writing songs that would hopefully soundtrack the end of lockdown; the first summer of heading back out into the real world.”

The trio have successfully kept details around the album under lock and key thus far, with no release date officially handed out to the public. How hard is it for Yannis, Jack and guitarist Jimmy Smith to conceal their latest work?

“Whenever we’re at parties, we end up playing demos and songs - that's a bit of a Yannis special actually," Bevan laughs, good-naturedly. "Our friends have heard bits and bobs. I'm terrible because I never know what I'm allowed to talk about. Hopefully I'm not making any PR gaffes! It is quite hard though because, when we finish a record, it usually won’t be that long before we actually release it. However, we completed the album last summer in terms of recording, so it’s been totally finished for a few months now. Knowing it’ll be a few more months until it comes out is frustrating. When you have these big periods of time off as a band, I start feeling like I'm actually unemployed, but when I listened to the new album again this morning I just knew how great the roll out was going to be.”

“I didn't want to over complicate things but I also wanted things to be really fat and bombastic on the drums," Jack notes, reflecting on changes within Foals' drumming. "It's quite a punchy record on the drums, very groove-based. Listening to it makes me unbelievably excited to play it live. It’s just a very dance-heavy record.”

As part of their UK and European tour, Foals will perform at Dublin's Fairview Park on June 27, 2022. Having earned numerous accolades for their live shows, the trio have created explosive memories of their time at Irish venues.

Speaking to Hot Press in November, frontman Yannis Philippakis recalled: "I've got great memories of playing Ireland. We will be coming there as well, they just haven't quite organised it yet. It's just difficult for the touring industry to get back to speed fully with the lockdowns. One of my favourite memories of playing Ireland was when we did two nights at the Olympia Theatre in Dublin, and we had played much smaller shows up until then."

"It's such a classy venue, and I remember being like, ‘What are we doing here?’. Those two nights were awesome. It was just one of the warmest receptions we'd had up until that point. The other show that's always killer for us out there is Electric Picnic. It's one of my favourite festivals to play anywhere. I like that it comes at the end. You do your whole summer festival season and then boom, one last explosion. The crowds all over Ireland are killer for us."

Building up anticipation for Foals' debut at Fairview Park, Bevan echoes Philippakis' excitement at flying back to the Emerald Isle.

“The vibe at Irish gigs has always been crazily good. I’m really excited about our next Dublin gig. It’s the best time of the year to be doing an outdoor gig, because it’s around the solstice, so it’ll be light until about 10pm. It’s going to feel like a cross between a gig and a festival. With every new record, we get to add a bit to the set.

“Our shows become more of a greatest hits performance," Jack adds, smiling. "With this record, it honestly feels like every track is going to be a banger live. It’s going to be really fun. At this point, it’s hard to actually imagine that June show because we’re in February right now and I haven’t even hit a drum for around three months. I can't wait to actually do that again and relearn what it is that we actually do.”

“I’ll see you at the park in June," Bevan says as we run out of time. "It’s guaranteed to be a great gig.”

Source: Hotpress

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megthemewlingquim · 3 years

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GOLDEN

Summary: He knows that you’re scared because he’s so open.

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Warnings: a bit of awkwardness with first impressions

A/N: This is Chapter One of my “Fine Line” series! If you don’t know, “Fine Line” is based off of the album of the same name by Harry Styles, and every chapter will be based off of each song from that album. This one, Chapter One, is inspired by Golden.

I hope you like this series! If you do, please reblog and leave feedback. I heavily encourage you to listen to the album (because it’s phenomenal), or listen to each song before you read each chapter. Speaking of chapters, they will be uploaded every Sunday at 12:00 PM EST.

Find the “Fine Line” masterlist here!

As soon as his eyes find you, Loki Laufeyson knows he’s done for.

He’s absolutely wrecked. Head over heels. In love. Whatever you want to call it.

You remind him of his mother. You have her eyes. Or, maybe her eyes when she was a few eons younger - kind eyes, bright with youth and wide with awe. And he doesn’t blame you for it: Venice is gorgeous and every corner you turn presents something new. The sun shines and brightens your complexion, and you glow. You wear a yellow shirt and a black pair of ripped shorts. It’s amazing how something - someone - so normal can look so beautiful.

You’re golden.

You pass a flower vendor, and his heart quickens when you smile at him.

The vendor, not Loki. You have a soft smile, but it’s white and full and lovely.

Oh, how Loki wants to look away and forget. For somehow, he knows that you’ll be the death of him, even with your tired eyes and your makeup-less complexion, if he ever sees them. He wants to leave, for he knows something here - present in you - will change him. For better or worse, no one knows, not even him.

But when you turn to leave, a bouquet of sunflowers in your hand and the vendor stuffing his dollar bills into his register, Loki blinks. And walks towards you.

Inwardly, he sighs with relief. Thank the Norns, he mumbles in thought, thank the Norns that no one recognizes me. Otherwise, I’d scare her off with the panic.

You seem to be in no hurry, even as the crowds become a little more hectic and the narrow sidewalks become more cramped.

He steps on something. He looks down, noticing a sunflower, crushed to bits under his shoe. Something within him causes him to gently laugh, and walk towards you again, leaving the flower on the gravel.

“Here, here —” he gasps when he thinks he’s able to be heard. You glance toward him, stopping in your tracks, and his heart flutters. You’re even more stunning up close.

You keep your glance bare, bland with confusion. He stops, too, but he shuffles nervously once he realizes you’re apprehensive.

“You’re dropping them,” he says after a pregnant pause. “The flowers, I mean.”

“I am?” you say, looking down at your sandaled feet. “Oh, thank you for telling me.” You look back up at him and smile. “I’ll be more careful now.”

He smiles upon seeing your own. “Yes, er, well…” he stammers, somewhat embarrassed at his very-unlike-himself first impression. “Beautiful city, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” you say, looking around at the multicolored buildings around you, then at the crystal clear water below you. “It’s gorgeous.”

Another pause.

“I’m [Y/N].” You extend a hand, and he takes it. Slowly, he leans down, keeping his eyes on yours, and kisses it. You’re somewhat taken aback, but not enough to make you recoil or cringe in disgust. In fact, you’re flattered. “Coucou,” you say cheerfully when he lets go of your hand.

“That’s French,” Loki notes, “not English or Italian…” He laughs. “‘Hello’ to you, too. I’m Loki.”

Your eyes widen with recognition. “Loki… you mean you’re the one who attacked New York? How many years ago was that?”

He winces. Of course you’d recognize him. “Twelve,” he says. “However, I always have to tell everyone that that was against my will. I was being controlled.”

“By whom?”

“Thanos.”

“Oh.” You remember. Or, you remember hearing about it. The battle of 2023.

It’s a simple exchange. He’s surprised you believe him so easily, but you do. Already Loki seems extremely charming, so friendly. Also, it’s been years since Loki has actually done anything else to attack Earth…

“Would you… would you like to have dinner with me sometime?” Loki asks, letting the words slip out of his mouth and fall the gravel below him. There’s some hesitation in saying them. “Or maybe just get some coffee some afternoon?”

You hesitate, as expected.

You’ve had your heart broken before. It’s never, ever fun. Someone who at first seems so caring and kind turns out to be a heartless, cruel bastard with no regard for you.

And Loki himself seems so... so open.

It’s funny: you hesitate at “dinner” but not “I attacked New York but not by my own will”.

“I… I don’t know what to say…” You swallow. “Thank you.”

He notices your hesitation. “You don’t… You don’t have to be scared. Believe me, I understand why you might be. You’ll be alright. But it’s up to you.”

That’s not why I’m scared, though, you think.

It’s been a while since you’ve been with someone, you realize. You’ve been lonely for too long, laying in an otherwise empty bed for what has seemed like ages. One thought races through your mind:

I don’t wanna be alone.

You take a breath. “Yeah, that’d be fun, actually. Something nice.” You smile, truthfully. “Thank you, Loki.”

He smiles back, overjoyed. “Of course, [Y/N]. I’d love to get to know you. You already seem wonderful. Do you know of any good restaurants down here in this gorgeous city?”

“Yeah, I do,” you say. “There’s a really nice coffee shop around this corner, actually. And there’s one over a block... There’s really a lot of cafés and stuff over here...”

A thought lingers at the back of his mind: That was very fast. I’m surprised.

He shrugs it off, wordlessly offering to help you carry your sunflowers.

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sly-merlin · 3 years

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KILLING ME -11 |N.Y

pairing : law student!reader + yuta

genre : angst , mafia au/ arranged marriage au.

warnings of this chapter : cursing, explanatory mention of a pistol!

words :: ~5k

summary : “life’s never fair y/n. realise it as soon as you can . it is the only secret for living a regretless life.”

“ curiousity got the cat hitched”

taglist :: @kpop-choco @moon-yuta @kawaiiayasan @btm-taeyong @exfolitae @lanadreamie @cheersskznct @hyuckiesgf @theworld-accordingtocasey @yiyi4657 @sorrywonwoo @sillywinnergladiator @suhweo @minejungwoo @leesalts @mal-nakamoto23 @ro2424 @itlittlefangirl @nctzens-world @bl--ankhaeji @simplybree

networks :: @kafenetwork @neowritingsnet @nct-writers

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a/n :: header was made with detailed instructions from lovely @cirrus-lily (thank you so much for your patience).

Previous night , taeyong’s office.

The thick, heavy unnatural silence was breached by the phone call. Taeil’s muffled words didn’t reach anyone’s ears but taeyong’s reaction was enough for an estimate!

“what did taeil say?”

Taeyong glanced at yuta’s hopeful yet helpless face. Taeil's order was far from what yuta's eyes sought. The past ten minutes were spent listening to the unsynchronized ticking of the clocks and some random whispering of the younger ones from the living room. And now, several pairs of eyes were asking for the answers.

“you will be stationed in nice, f-for two months.”

Yuta’s face hardened at his words. He gulped and opened his mouth to say something but stopped. The words stuck on his tongue would not be able to convey what he wanted to, he thought.

“with johnny?" Jaehyun uttered.

“no yuta is replacing him" taeyong mumbled, hiding his face in his hands.

Yuta snickered , “ as expected.” as much as he didnt want to sound bitter, his senses were not cooperating with him too much.

“this is not about you or johnny. It’s better if you both stay away fr-

“did taeil tell her the truth?” yuta coldly cut him off.

“i don't know about that!"

“then I'll have to do it myself." Yuta stood up, alerting everyone.

“do not stretch this yuta. This can end right here. Your absence woul-

“you got it wrong taeyong!” yuta cackled , “I'm dying to leave this place but don't you think she deserves to know that she's wrong here.”

“please yuta. For last time. trust taeil. this is the last thing I’m asking from you. You’d get the chance to explain. Ju-just not yet.” Yuta scowled at taeyong’s hollow pleading.

He inched forward slamming his palms on the table , “ since when did you start playing with wrong players taeyong? you are supposed to be the smarter one here. Who are you fooling here? you think I don’t know why she’s here or jaemin, jeno, jungwoo, chenle, jisung, mark, they don’t have a hint?” taeyong eyes danced around the room avoiding any contact as yuta continued, “Don't stretch this taeyong. this can end right here. without hurting another one and right before they can get attached. I hope when i come back , you would have sorted this mess out or you won’t have time to regret this time”

Scoffing at taeyong’s hunched figure, he smacked the table once before leaving the room.

Doyoung followed soon , leaving Jaehyun and Taeyong alone.

Panic engulfed jaehyun’s entire being as he pondered over yuta’s words.

“he’s right. You saw her today. She’s getting worked up over a stupid misunderstanding and you saw the way taeil is acting! This was never the plan. She’s not timid. You cannot possibly make her agree to anything at all. Taeil would never let that happen. Heck! Yuta’s getting weirder these days. Let her go. We can wait unt-

“We. Can’t .wait. I know my limits, Jaehyun and two months are enough..” Taeyong whisper yelled “ I care about her more than you’d ever do so get the fuck out of here. You don't get to tell me what I should be doing.”

Jaehyun leered at the older man, muscles in his jaw twitching at his words “you have lost it taeyong. if we fail this time, you’d be the one to blame.”

Perfectly ironed shirts were wrinkled as yuta threw them into the case. doyoung was ready to accompany but he refused all the assistance proposed to him. He left nothing. from t-shirts and pants to jumpers, he packed as if he was going for a one way trip to france.

He groaned , jumping on the suitcase, trying to bury the clothes deeper into the case so he could zip it. Once finished,he pushed the cases out of the room and into the hall. locking the door, his running and hurried eyes fell on the opposite room. It was bare of any presence. This was his first time peeking into your room. He was merely looking from afar but the very next second he found himself going through the album resting on the bed covers. a perfect normal photo album was calming enough to subside his inner turmoil.

yuta scrunched his nose at the small girl who was either frowning or crying in most of the pictures. the family of three looked quite happy. But the girl didn't seem to resemble any of the adults. He almost let out a laugh at your wailing form in every other photo. Just looking at the pictures, anyone with two eyes could tell that you were a spoiled kid. No wonder you were full of attitude and ego, he thought.

closing it, he glanced at the room, simple and plain. Not that his own wasn’t but he couldn’t find anything that had prompted you to lock your door for the whole day. He left the room to lock his own but when he pocketed his keys, they met with something at the end of his pants pocket.

A grunt left his throat at the sight of the screws. He had placed them in his pocket to follow your fuming body, the reason of which he didn’t know back then. He was about to throw them on the bed when the album caught his eyes again. He cursed at himself for being so indecisive. Pacing back and forth , he noticed how composed he had suddenly become. He wasn’t feeling anger, just some traces of irritation for the whole drama that had unfolded.

Before he could convince himself otherwise, he took a paper from your desk, scribbled with a trembling hand and left it on the counter.

All while hoping taeil was actually being reasonable , just this once.

12:30 p.m

Looking through the power window, you stared at taeil’s arriving form, hands full with brown food bags. He hit the car door with his one knee prompting you to open the door from inside.

“when I say you are no better than others ,I really mean you are NO better than them!” taeil chortled as he shoved a bag into your lap.

“what did I do this time?” you rolled your eyes as you anticipated another moral lecture from him.

“nothing. you are making an old man to get food for you!”

“and I had suggested the said old man to enter the drive thru!”

“and drive thru is no fun, duh! The vintage the better!”

“just like someone I know! you exclaimed chewing the burger.

“very funny. You know highway stops are all about breathing in fresh air while stretching your arms, yawning so widely that you have to hide your face in your stretched arm to save yourself from the embarrassment. The first step out of the car after hours of driving feels like restoration of something that was denied to you for such a long time. and the second phase of happiness comes at the engine purring, the feeling is like no other, I’m telling you. but someone lost their chance to experience it .”

“you sound poetic taeil but you lack facts. The fresh air you just inhaled is what we consider a polluted one.I’ll prefer to sit inside and miss all that instead of going out and dying. So let go of the fancy peace thoughts and develop your perceptions according to the changing world. The sound of this vintage engine is a source of headache and not happiness.Now lemme eat. IN PEACE”

“we’ll see whose perception changes” taeil mumbled munching on the fries.

You both ate in silence for 20 minutes. As the drive continued ,the stilled milieu took you back to the uncertainties you were trying so hard to suppress. When taeil had knocked at the door in the morning, which was beyond expectation at first, he gave you the liberty to question his actions but you had passed that opportunity, precisely to show that you weren’t that greedy. But you were! The endless queries were now making you anxious. Why did taeil come with you? what was the reason behind his pleasant behaviour, how could yuta agree to go like that? sure he liked your presence not more than you did but was he the kind to bow down so easily! Or was he designing something under the colour of acceptance. taken together ,you ended up being the ruthless one here. But the leading one was why did yesterday happen! Multiple stolen glances at Taeil were fairly noticeable; you were waiting for him to just start something. And he perhaps was waiting for you to initiate. Dilemma remained unsolved and you arrived in seoul just like you had left it, but visiting your parents had lessened the encumbrances weighing you down.

You were about to retreat after thanking him when he finally spoke up,

“b.n at 6! No exemption. And instead of racking your brain, just ask. it’s simpler than you make it to be y/n.”

Slamming the door shut , you dragged your feet for the apartment, shaking your head at the man.

Of course he knows everything! And maybe could ask him someday to get your own answers.

10 days later

The gun went off with a bang which if it hadn’t been for the ear protectors and the noiseless sheets, would have deafen your ears. Fingers pointed at the target, eyes coloured with impatience, jungwoo didn’t move. After he was done with his dramatic action, the glass shield slid and he entered inside.

“this is target A. this one is B” he asked for a confirmation with his wide eyes which you nodded at.

“right. so!” he walked circling the dry grass to stand between two targets, “so when I say hit at A, you should be firing at A, precisely aiming anywhere in this space.” he explained again, hand moving in front of the said space.

“I hit at the center jungwoo! The fucking center! For the first time in two weeks.”

“yes. You did hit the core but of the wrong target.”

“how does it matter? It's a perfect shoot”

Jungwoo blinked multiple times focusing on your puzzled face. He wasn’t sure if you were purposely trying to annoy him or you seriously lacked a few braincells to understand where you were wrong!

“at the wrong target.” he pressed.

“but I still hit-

“Ok. listen to me carefully now. Lets assume A is taeil hyung and B is a killer. If i shout to you that kill B and you mistakenly shoot A instead then you’d end up killing taeil hyung instead of the killer and then you’d be a killer yourself and even if the shot was perfect it was targeted wrongly thats why when i say hit A, hit A and when i say B, hit B. understood now?” dumbfounded, you stared at him bobbing your head a few times to indicate you understood. But you really hadn’t.

“You are not lying right?”

“Dont accuse me of lying!”

“Oh! So you still don-

“hey beautiful!”

Your heads jerked towards the owner of the voice who had just interrupted the bickering.

“johnny” you whispered.

“I meant jungwoo y/n.” jungwoo sticked his tongue out at you as he jumped forward to hug johnny.

“When did you come back?”

“just now. I flew directly to Japan from nice. didn’t he inform you all? And why is nobody at home?”

a small smile graced your face while jungwoo started explaining to him about some business event. You felt like jungwoo won’t shut up anytime soon so you turned around from the scene and made yourself busy with the magazine. As you were counting the rubber bullets to fill the magazine, a pair of arms touched your both shoulders.

“wh-

“how are you y/n.”

“you done talking to your prince.”

Jungwoo groaned approaching you with a stern look.

“you’ll have plenty of time to chatter. Focus on your job instead!”

“ugh. You are so annoying. I’m done for the day.” You announced handing the pistol to him.

“wait! what am I missing here.” Johnny's eyes shifted , not knowing what was going on in his absence.

“yuta hyu-

“I know all that. I’m asking about the bullets!”

“Taeil told me to learn some basics to defend myself and jungwoo is my assigned teacher who don’t seem to appreciate my skills at all”

“liar!” Jungwoo screeched and continued, “she’s poor at shooting, hits anywhere but the point I’m indicating at an-and she never listens to me.”

Snorting dramatically at the end, he glares at you. you welcomed his complaining speech with a toothy grin which seemed to annoy him more. One thing you had learnt in the past two weeks had been that jungwoo was frustrating when he was hungry and during the time he was supposed to teach you, no food was allowed in the basement, making him a hunger monster.. Johnny watched the exchange with an amused smile, just like you were doing a few minutes ago.

“alright. You both need to chill. Jungwoo, she's not a professional so go easy on her and you! you should listen to him. or if you want I can be your tutor instead!”

“don’t hijack here. she's my student and I was chosen because I am the softest and the sweeter one her-

“who is a second away from having a breakdown!”

“no go out. You are not invited anymore. nobody is allowed here from 6 to 7:30 .” Jungwoo announced as he started pushing Johnny out the door.

‘”yaa! Jungwoo. I’m go- don’t push me you rascal. I am going. Bye y/n. I’ll be waiting upstairs.” He shouted and waved in the air which you, for no reason, found yourself returning even if he wasn't going to see it.

As johnny was gone, jungwoo pressed the switch again to close the partition. Coming behind you, his arms embraced you and he placed the gun in your hand as he ducked himself to reach your height with another try to improve the hand-eye coordination. Occupied with each other, you both missed the pair of eyes watching you both in a very unpleasant manner.

“how’s your research going?” johnny asked with a mouthful of meatballs.

“it’s meh! The library is under construction so I can't properly look through books and besides minjun is too whiny to let me do anything. I can’t leave that kid alone so we're always hanging out after 1. I’ve some resources saved so I’m fine for now” you replied.

“seems like that minjun guy makes you very happy. Is he the one?” jaehyun took your attention as he pinched his neck. You narrowed your eyes at his unnecessary remark.

“my happy pill is not minjun but you jaehyun dear. I haven’t seen you in like 5 days i guess? So that eliminated all the reasons for my unhappiness. Your absence is my elixir jae. ” You grinned. Jaheyun pointed his chopstick at you but before he could utter anything, taeyong spoke up.

“woah. Don’t you two start now.” he cried.

“he’s the one that starts everything! I just continue his shit for it-

“well I won't initiate if its not for that stinky tongue o-

“Shut up before I lock both of you in a room.”

Hearing several snickers, it seemed like taeyong was the only one getting annoyed, everyone else seemed to be enjoying it.

Just when you were about to pour more juice, everything else finished and left the table. it seemed strange as how fast they were done with their dinner.

“how can you all eat so quickly?” doyoung seemed to be more perplexed as he asked taeyong.

“don’t you both know?” you settled your chopsticks on the plate as taeyong proceeded, “the last two to finish cleans the dishes.”

You instantly scanned the whole dining table and the instant regret of eating like a sloth washed over your face. There were only three left and next second there were only two. Jungwoo shot up from seat with his stuffed mouth, waved and left. Taeyong didn’t waste any time before he also scurried away.

“this was a conspiracy y/n.” doyoung murmured.

“I know right. they knew it. w-we have to wash for 14 people.”

“look at the brighter side, we don’t have to hurry now.”

You shrugged at his words, filling your glass with juice again.

“you should not be drinking juice at nighttime.” He lectured

“then why is it on the table?”

“aish! You are impossible.”

“so are you.”

You continued bickering with doyoung until both of you were finished. Like everyone else, you too had started to find joy while annoying doyoung. The responses from him were always a treat. He was also awfully similar to you. the nit-picking in almost everything, forever sceptical body language and lastly the identical frown you both wore all the time. but you were not the one that detected the similarities, it was doyoung himself.

It was not just doyoung! With exception of jaehyun, it seemed like everyone was trying to make you a part of their daily lives. The day after the incident, you had hesitated to knock the door, scared of their reactions towards you but the dark cloud of worry had floated away with the warmest hug jungwoo had welcomed you with. You detected no rejection, no unpleasant remarks, instead you were strictly instructed to not to leave the premises without having dinner. And that one day became two and two a routine. You were confused as you were the reason someone dear to them was somewhere he wasn't meant to be at the moment and yet they treated you like you were their own! For first few days you were at edge, the affection not digestible. Feeding your suspicions , you tried to choke something out of mark who was also your designated driver but all he unveiled was his endless jokes and contagious giggles weaved with the various stories. Each day he recited a new one, sowing the seeds of intimacy with his family which, you couldn’t deny, were sprouting into something unprecedented. However vague it was, you liked it. You liked this unsought acceptance, being included like a family, taking you back in the time. But you never had the luxury of an easy life. Was this worth trusting? Were you ready to return their affection by placing them on the pedestal as same as jungkook and yugyeom. But this house wasn no more reeking of any resentment and you were more than fine with that for now.

"Stack the glasses, I'll pick up the plates"

"This is so tiring" you complained while scraping the sauce on the plates.

"You'll get used to it." Doyoung deadpanned.

"Tell me why i agreed to this!"

"You know the rules. And don’t you remember because of you, I washed for 20 people that day! You deserve the suffering woman!”

You chuckled at the memory. A few days ago, You, doyoung and hyuck were the last ones remaining. And you had won the rock paper scissors. Though the last two were the supposed cleaners, hyuck had ditched the poor boy, leaving him with extra load.

"You carry some heavy dark clouds on your head man. I don't know how you manage to end up with dirty utensils!every fucking single time" Doyoung glared at your remark and you both continued washing and wiping the dishes side by side.

"Where are the spoons?"

"On the table. Wait , I'll be back in 2 minutes!"

Carrying the cutlery you made your way back to the kitchen but chanting of a familiar name froze you in your steps.

"He's acting like a child johnny! Had he called you after you left?" It was taeyong speaking in a hushed manner, but he was not doing a very good job in whispering.

"Nope. He just took names and contacts of all the whistleblowers and that's it. But i can’t understand the need for that taeyong! I had everything in control. What do you wanna achieve with your stupidity!”

"Jaemin, hyuck and jisung are in constant contact with him but only to receive the codes he's sending. He's just unreachable and I'm not just talking about his cell network johnny. I'm losing him. He- taeil thought it’s for the best. They won’t see each others face for sometime an-

“And everything would be fine? Right? Sounds very legit. Goodluck with daydreaming princess.”

Hearing some shuffling, you trudged for the kitchen, not wanting them to be aware of your eavesdropping.

Stretching the hem of your knee length skirt with your hands, you kicked your feet in the air to get the non existing elasticity to work. chances were not less but anybody could see you so while cursing at chelin for the tight skirt you made your way inside the office. Your bag made contact with your right hip as you walked into the office corridors. You entered the security doors through the pass that was generated online for first day entry.You never wanted to enter this side of the famous company but with minimum options available you had no choice but to associate yourself with this branch, infamous for saving culprits of money laundering, false accusations and what not.

“ms. y/n?” a receptionist shifted your attention to her tall frame. You affirmed with a nod and she extended her hand asking for the documents.

“I’ll place your original documents in our custody room. No need to worry, this is a mere formality as we don’t make interns sign confidentiality papers. As you already know , you can end your internship with a three weeks prior notice and when we receive that application, your document would be handed back. And in case, you become an associate, and that would depend on your performance, you’ll get them at the promotion.”

You followed her steps as she stopped at a desk and gave you the papers back.

“change the folder to a chois file. And sign this receipt. I’ll give you a copy and don’t lose it if you want your degree back.” You blinked drinking each and every word she said. You again nodded like a lost child and completed the formalities. After a few minutes you were shown to your small desk that was decorated with a pyramid of legal files.

“do I have to work on these” you voiced your fear. Even if it was a stipend based internship, nobody would take up that work load.

“oh no! actually I forgot that you were joining but I’ll get it cleaned in the evening so you can adjust for today right?” before you could respond the sound of her heels faded away in the distance.

“Welcome to the great chois y/n” you mumbled to yourself, picking up a random file to pass the time until further orders.

A week later

To keep your mind off the distasteful look painted all over mr. kwang’s face, you chose to look at his new assistant. The clicking or rather banging of the keys of the computer combined with the occasional scratch of her nails was highly uncomfortable but not more than the man sitting beside her. Your professor didn’t find it amusing that his favourite free fund student was asking for her permitted leave.

“how much have you progressed with the thesis?” he scoffed, respectfully dumping the application on the table.

“I’ll be working half day. I’m not supposed to accompany them to the hearings so I’ll be back in the university in the late afternoon to research on that.”

He sighed, clearly not satisfied by the answer, “you want to skip lectures for an assistant job!”

“I would be promoted shortly so it’s acceptable sir.” A lie slipped out before you could stop yourself.

“what about getting distinction in thesis?”

“I’ll be surrounded with experts so it’s not a big deal sir. I’m getting late. I’ll see you in Friday’s lecture.” In sync with his eyeballs, he rolled his chair to face the other way. Picking up the paper you bowed to his back and left the staffroom , a grin of content bedazzling your face.

"He did what?" Johnny tried hard to control his laughter but the scenario you were narrating was too humorous for him to keep his hands stable on the wheel.

"I'm not kidding John. Yugyeom seriously forgot kook at Busan. But he did go back to get him though but I won't blame gyeom for this error!"

"Oh yeah! Just because jungkook slept in the gym doesn't justify his mistake girl. The driver should count the passengers before taking the wheel. Look at me, i never forget anyone no matter what!"

"Stop blowing your own trumpet. Don't forget you are driving a stolen car!"

Johnny rolled his eyes at the comment , "no, borrowed from mark so I can spend more time with you. stop lawyering and tell me what you did in the break. Apart from flirting with jungwoo of course."

You shook your head at him as he repeated the same you-flirt-with-jungwoo mantra again but this time decided to follow the lead , "so what if we flirt! He's teaching me to save myself from predators , abductors and he’s very gentle with me. Have you seen his eyes! I want to drown myself in the depth of those brown sea-

"Oh my god I'm so sorry! I'm never mentioning that again but please stop. You are awful with words." His laughed again, you joining him soon. " Now seriously tell me how were your holidays"

"Umm nothing new except that everyone was on university funded trips leaving me with minjun , his camera and the plants. We explored botanies and flower shops an-

He had lied. You were not sounding awful but he just hated how quickly his heart beat at someone else's mention from your lips. He consumed each and every word like he could be tested on the said information later on. His eyes were glued to the road and his ears to your voice. He wanted nothing more than to be the only one you’d see. He wanted nothing more than to be subject of your talking but the voice in the back of his mind said fuck it johnny, you are already asking for too much. He hated how he lost control over his senses whenever you were near him but he was slowly getting used to the dilemma. But the trance he was trapped in quickly broke down when you mentioned something. Abruptly stopping the car by the trees, he faced you to confirm.

"You are doing what?"

"I'm interning. Don't look at me like I stole your candy John. I need money." You innocently replied not aware of the reason behind his sudden dumbfounded expression.

"Shouldn't you be focusing on masters!n yuta is supposed to pay for you so why do y-

" I can work for my money johnny." Frustration made its way to your face as you continued,"drop me home johnny!" You weren't sure whether it was for his mention or him questioning your ability to feed yourself but you were offended.

"Yeah I'm sorry. I won't mention that again" a hollow apology and the car sailed again.

Hiding himself in his car seat, Johnny's fingers hovered over various contacts. Taeyong, taeil, Yuta, jaehyun! He wasn't sure what he wanted to do or whose side he wanted to take. He just wanted to be with you and no one else! but he couldnt do that !

Kicking harshly at the brakes, he screamed. The voice reaching no one’s ears but his own.

Was he asking for too much?

i wanted to add more to this chapter but i dont find enough time to write due to some commitments! but i’ll update one more chapter before this beautiful year ends. and all the smut chapters would be uploaded again sans the adult stuff for the minor readers! and there are few more chapters left. masterlist says 12 chapters bcs i’m lazy（￣︶￣）↗　

HAPPY DECEMBER EVERYONE. HAPPY HANUKKAH AND MARRY CHRISTMAS. BE THE SANTA OF YOUR LIFE AND SPREAD HAPPINESS!!

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