#jokes that would be funnier if i were better at meter

[elucubrare]

How They Brought Bagels from New York to Texas

[a fragment ending here because I 100% do not have the metrical skills for the rest of this pastiche]

#(browning’s how they brought the good news from ghent to aix) #fifty yards of yellow theatrical silk #deep in the heaart of texas #jokes that would be funnier if i were better at meter

[postmodernmulticoloredcloak]

And now I’ve watched episode 3 of Walker because of reasons. (You guys asked, that’s reasons.) #1

My review of episode 1 got a lot of positive feedback and a lot of you asked me to cover more episodes! But my review of episode 2 didn’t get much feedback at all. Possibly because episode 2 was boring and you can only make so many funny jokes about the glowy wife before it gets stale, so I get it, it’s fine. It was boring for me too. Hopefully this gets funnier! I actually have high expectations for this episode, since apparently it introduces NotDean. You know, the childhood friend who Walker loves like a brother and is the Han Solo to Walker’s Luke Skywalker. Like, what. Stop comparing Jared Padalecki characters to Like Skywalker 2021 challenge. *insert you keep using that word...*

Anyway, in case you missed it - here are all my reviews of Walker episodes, in chronological order.

EDIT: *screeching* GUYS YOU ABSOLUTELY HAVE TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS IN THIS. YOU CANNOT IMAGINE WHAT HAPPENS IN THIS. Read to the end, don’t stop at the padalacting. I’m begging you asdfghjkl

Alright. Let’s start this. Actually I have a thought before we start. You know, I was thinking that episode 3 of Supernatural is when Dean gets genuinely introduced as a person. Sera Gamble and Raelle Tucker were the first to give Dean the personality that stuck and developed into the character that we love. Dead In The Water is, not coincidetally, the episode that sold Supernatural to me. The first couple of episodes were weirdly compelling, without which I wouldn’t have continued watching, but you must understand that I’d never watched horror before. It really wasn’t my genre. I was just watching on the assumption that it would get better at some point, and if it didn’t I’d stop. But Dead In The Water got me. Because that’s when we’re really shown Dean for the first time. The rest is history and now we’re here.

So I wonder what will happen in episode 3 of Walker. Is it going to magically pull a Dean out of the hat and get me?

Let’s start. The Texan countryside. The yellow, glowy light tells us this is a flashback. Closeups of Jared and Gen. He is somewhat concerned. He’s at the wheel of a car, still on the street - a red Mustang. Unlike the red Mustang of the horseman War, it is a convertible. Fun fact: a Mustang was Kripke’s original idea for the Winchesters’ car, but then switched to the Impala for body-in-the-trunk reasons. I am the 😬 emoji.

Actually guys I need to show you a couple Jared faces. I think they’re supposed to be purposely comedic faces, but honestly this is just how he acts normally. I promise I am not coming in this with a bias towards Jared’s acting. I just observe, with my eyes. He was actually good in many Supernatural episodes.

I just can’t see Cordell Walker. I’m just seeing Jared and Gen Padalecki delivering what is a somewhat padalecki acting in front of my eyes and I swear I had to close the video in the middle of this scene and start over because of a sudden attack of second-hand embarrassment.

Let’s continue

Basically, Walker is trying to drive the Mustang, but he is not good at it and the car stops after two meters. He feels exactly how I feel when I watch Walker.

“Damn it!” Jared exclaims, jaredly. I think that this scene is supposed to be set Many Years Ago, because Walker is wearing a backwards cap and Emily has her hair styled like Bad Janet but straighter, which actually says a lot about this show somehow.

God, I wish I could gif the entire scene to show you guys the padalacting. I mean, I could, but ain’t nobody got time for that. Have a bit of the scene.

For some reason she puts this thing on the dashboard, because he “puts your mind at ease”.

He makes more Jared faces, which we’ll skip because I don’t want to spend 7 hours on this.

Wait look at this shot of the car (with some bonus Jared face).

Why does this look filmed by your dad with a videocamera on Christmas afternoon after you received a toy car as a present? I suddenly have a newfound admiration for the directors who did Impala shots on Supernatural because it would seem car shots are not that easy to make. Maybe this is why Supernatural always filmed at night with a black car.

Guys I am telling you, if you need to watch one scene of Walker in your life, watch this scene. It’s so embarrassing. I almost decided to gif the moment of the car going and commenting “nyoom” but the Impala does not deserve this.

Anyway.

Listen, if I have to see thing thing over and over, you have to see it too.

He’s brought the damn thing onto a new cop truck while on a stakeout with Ramirez, who is just as happy about it as any normal person would.

I think they’re outside a strip club, judging from the posters outside.

He keeps quoting lines from the scene with his wife, which is sort of weird since Ramirez is not his love interest. Yet. Oh no. Don’t. Don’t do that. Don’t even thinking of doing that. Ramirez has a perfectly fine boyfriend.

Walker says that since they’re sitting there just waiting for the suspect’s movements or whatever, they should use that time to get to know each other, like “favorite movies, the teams you root for, middle names”.

Ramirez is me.

He’s like ~let’s bond~ and Ramirez goes immediately for the jugular and asks how Stella (his daughter) is doing. “Wow” he says. He says he and Stella are “in a good place, I think”. You’re not and we’re definitely not. This is the bad place.

Basically, they’re trying to live in a bubble of ignoring her upcoming court date for the marijuana thing. Ramirez says that the easy route is not a good idea. He’s like, are you speaking from experience? Basically they keep implying Ramirez also has a ~bad girl past, which I can absolutely live without.

Aaand now we see the inside of the strip club. The suspect is there, a lady with a Latinoamerican name, apparently bisexual because she’s surrounded by a woman and a man in underwear, the woman is touching her, it leaves no doubt about it. 😬 Enter the stripper on stage, who captures the lady’s attention.

The stripper is a man. Dressed as a slutty cowboy. There’s glitter.

Yeah, you read it right.

Oh no. No I absolutely change my mind. If you have to watch one scene of Walter, it must be the slutty glitter cowboy stripper.

There’s. There’s a. There’s a slutty glitter cowboy stripper.

The CW could do slutty glitter cowboy strippers and Dean Winchester is not there?!

I repeat, they killed Dean Winchester and then did slutty glitter cowboy strippers in Walker?!

This is a travesty. This is an outrage.

Crime. Pure crime.

Listen, I’m not optimizing these gifs, take these super quick gifs, I can’t possibly spend my night optimizing glitter cowboy stripper gifs. But you need to see.

What’s the target demographic of this show? Texan housewives? The gays? Are they trying to test all the waters and see what happens? Is Walker going to become about gay people and Jared’s character a secondary character in his own show?

Wait

*sweats* Are they really trying to replicate Supernatural in everything after all?

The bisexual lighting is there and all.

The guy in skimpy underwear is distracting. I can’t believe yesterday I saw a Jared interview where he said he couldn’t watch Supernatural with his kids because of all the violence but Walker is a show you can watch with kids. I mean, aside from this scene, Walker is definitely more kid-friendly than Supernatural for obvious reasons. But hey, since Supernatural already was non-kid-friendly, they could have at least put more dudes in skimpy underwear.

You know what, I think they’re just aiming for Texan housewives.

“You’re hotter than Austin asphalt” suspect lady tells the stripper. You know. Something normal people say.

(If Texan people actually speak like this, do NOT tell me.)

Guys, we’re only four minutes in. It’s midnight. I will continue tomorrow...

*screams into the void* These have been the four wildest minutes of my life.

#marghe watches walker for some darned reason #cw's jared: legit texan

[kareofbears]

plainly in truth, chapter 3/5

"Without you around, it's sorta like stuff is just kinda...bleh."

—

Or: hiding, confiding, and misguiding.

read on ao3 or below the cut :)

Ryuji grips the letter like it was silver and he was a werewolf in the full moon.

He picks it up, skims over the first line before putting it down beside him, feeling worse every time he does it, only able to read the fine-printed lettering from the flickering lamp post above him. The constant change in light would normally bug him, but he doesn’t really care about it now; it’s not like the words would change in his hand, and he’s long since needed to actually read it to know what it reads.

His feet dangle over the canal, enjoying the way a rush of adrenaline would go through him when he looks down into the deep waters. It’s late enough in the night that even with the city lights around him, he can’t gauge how deep it goes.

Soseikawa Park was only a five minute walk from Odori Park, but with the narrow river and steeped hills, Ryuji found it secluded enough to let himself sit. Breathe. Not exist, even for just a few minutes. It’s like having his own bedroom, except it smells faintly like a sewer and there’s an intersection about ten meters above where he sat underneath the overpass. If he can ignore the never-ending rumble of cars and trucks driving above him, it can almost be considered peaceful.

He lets himself fall back, the grass tickling the back of his neck and his spine screaming in relief. They’re heading out again in two days, which means more days of being in an inescapable RV surrounded by his best friends who are keeping an eye on him because they’re good people who don’t know how to mind their own fucking business.

Idly, he lets his hands pull and brings it to his face—blades of grass. He lets it get taken by the wind. After brief consideration, he shoves the letter back into his pocket before he can do the same thing to it.

He is so tired.

Blindly, he hits the vague area of where his pocket is and fishes out his phone, hitting the first speed dial before he can talk himself out of it. As two rings go by, he stupidly hopes that she doesn’t pick up, as if she hasn’t ever missed a phone call from him even when she’s at work.

The third ring gets cut off halfway through. “Ryu!”

Despite himself, he grins. “Hey, ma. Checking in for the weekly call.”

“I was just thinking about you,” she says, and he can hear the laundry machine run in the background. “I was wondering if you had eaten today.”

“Ma, you ain’t gotta worry about that kinda thing anymore. I’m a big boy now.”

“You’re breaking my heart!” He can almost see her, phone tucked in the crook of her neck, work-worn hands folding her laundry as fast as she can so as to not hold up the next person in line. “It doesn’t matter how big you are, you’re my boy. How can I not think about whether my boy is eating or not?”

“All I’ve done on this trip is eat, ma.”

“Oh, and Akira! How’s that handsome boy doing? Still taking the world by storm?”

That pulls a genuine laugh from him—he never needs to hold back when it comes to talking about Akira, at least. “You know it. He’s the only guy in the world who can stand toe-to-toe with me in chowing down. I swear, he’s slipping some of it under the table ‘cause he’s so damn fast. Forty seconds! Forty seconds to inhale an extra large beef bowl! Blows my mind, seriously.”

“Could never do anything in halves, can he?” she chuckles, before the quality of her voice shifts. “And are you enjoying yourself?”

He hesitates. “Yeah, of course. It’s a roadtrip across Japan, how can I not?”

“Good.” There’s some crackling over the receiver, and he guesses she’s probably adjusting the basket full of clothes on her hip. “That’s all I want to hear. As long as you’re happy, Ryu, I’m a happy old woman.”

Ryuji opens his mouth, ready to console her.

I’m always happy!

You worry too much, ma.

There’s nothing to worry about.

“Sorry, but,” he swallows thickly. “I think they’re calling for me? So—”

“Alright,” she says, and he might be imagining the disappointed tinge to it. “Call back when you can, okay sweetheart? I miss you.”

“I miss you too,” he clears his throat. “I love you, ma.”

“I love you too, Ryu.”

He hangs up, letting the phone slip out of his fingers. It lands hard on the flat grass

For a long moment, he just lays there, listening to the gentle lapping waves and cars honking with impatience of people who have somewhere to be. He tries to meditate for half a minute, with all the information he had learned from a couple of YouTube videos, and gives up, because of course he does. Squeezing his eyes shut, he can’t do anything about the creeping dread that’s in his stomach getting stronger, squeezing and squeezing until he feels sick. It’s like his insecurities are having this huge fight against each other, feeding off of one another until it gets too big for him to handle and all he can do is breathe and try to do something about it.

And he’s fucking sick of it—breathing. He’s sick of the stupid breathing techniques, sick of counting down from ten and waiting for his own heart to chill out because his brain won’t stop reminding him of everything he did wrong, of shit he’s still doing wrong because at least this way, nobody knows what he did was wrong. It’s just him that can point and laugh at himself, and that’s way better than having the world do it for him.

He doesn’t cry, because he’s not a crier. He’s the type of guy to throw a fist through drywood before shedding a tear, and he hates that about himself. Rather than do something that will actually help, Ryuji lays there, perfectly still. Listening. Waiting for a meteor to fall on him, or for the overpass to crash its entire weight on top of him.

Instead, he hears footsteps.

His heart rate slows by a fraction, and opens his eyes to meet gray ones. “Hey.”

“Hi,” Akira says, a smile in his voice. “How did you know it was me?”

Ryuji almost feels offended. He would know Akira by sound alone, the way his heels would click in the Metaverse. The way the balls of his feet would strike the earth, hardly muffled by grass or cheap sneakers or anything else as trivial. Ryuji would know he was there; no matter how blind he was with hatred for himself, his love for Akira would always guide him back to where he needs to be.

“Lucky guess.”

“One hell of a guess.” He plops down onto the grass and Ryuji lifts his head, allowing Akira to wiggle until he could use his lap as a pillow. “Your turn,” Akira says.

“My turn to what?”

“To ask me how I knew where you were.”

“Oh.” He lets his eyes slide shut again. “I kinda just assumed you could do that.”

“You assume too much of me sometimes.”

“I assume the right amount.” Ryuji refuses to shiver when he feels long fingers start to card through his hair. “You’re giving me goosebumps,” he sighs.

“That’s a good thing, I think.” The fingers pull away and he’s about to complain when he feels something gets thrown over his torso. “Here. You always end up forgetting to wear an extra layer when you go out like this.”

Ryuji rearranges Akira’s jacket over himself. “Sap.”

“You know it.” He resumes combing through his hair, and Ryuji lets himself relax, just a little. It’s strange—it’s hard as hell being around other people nowadays, and even though Akira can make him feel that sometimes, mostly it helps the eternal twisting of his stomach to settle.

“You’re good at that,” Ryuji mutters.

“Thank you. I’ve had plenty of practice with Morgana.” And just to make it worse, he uses a little bit of nail on his nape, sending electricity running down all the way to his fingertips.

His mouth twists unhappily. “Don’t do shit like that while talking about the cat, for the love of god.”

Akira does it again, like the little shit he is. “You still have that weird thing with your neck?”

“Quit it!” Ryuji slaps his thigh and he can’t muster much anger when he can feel Akira’s shoulders shake from silent laughter. “You’re not as funny as you think you are.”

“You’re right.” Gently, softly, like the world’s lightest feather, he feels lips brush his temple. “I’m funnier.”

His eyes open, and his entire vision is obscured by curly black hair and tender eyes. “You’re right,” he breathes. “You’re funnier.”

Akira bends down again, and Ryuji catches his lips, overflowing with something soft but unafraid, and it’s so good that Ryuji reaches for his cheek just to make it last a little bit longer.

When they break off, Akira kisses his temple again, this time on the left side. “Do you know what day it is?”

“Uh,” he scratches his head, brain a little fuzzy. “Tuesday?”

“It’s Wednesday, and I meant the date. It’s August tenth.”

“Okay?”

Akira thumbs at his collarbone. “I know this might be a little lame that I know it by heart, but I left Tokyo on March 19th. That would mean it’s been—”

“One hundred forty-four days since you moved away,” he finishes. “I know.”

Akira blinks, and then laughs, and Ryuji knows it’s an especially good one because sound actually comes out this time. “Yes,” he says, elated. “Exactly what I was thinking.”

“I told you dude, we’re really on that telepathy shit.”

“We really are.” A pause. “I miss you.”

He’s about to joke—I’m right here, you big dummy—but find that he just can’t. “I miss you too.”

They can’t say what they mean: I will miss you. Summer vacation doesn’t last forever, and two months will always be a hell of a lot shorter than the rest of the ten months that they’ll be apart. Somehow, he dreads seeing Akira gone, and he’ll dread seeing Akira back in Tokyo because it would mean that he’d actually have to see what Ryuji’s really like. Actively pushing away his best friend just so he doesn’t have to see his failures; doesn’t that just make him the worst piece of shit in the world?

There’s a gap, though. A little loophole. A crack in the timeline. A place where maybe he’s allowed to be a hollowed out version of happy; the now.

“Tomorrow’s our last day in Sapporo?”

“Yeah?” Akira replies, surprised at the change in tone.

“Which means Jail stuff is done, right? All your grocery shopping and Sophia Prime’s been ordered and packed up?”

“Yes,” he says, a lilt in his voice. “It’s all done.”

Ryuji sits up and faces him, reaching for his wrists, relishing in the heartbeat thumping against his palms. “Let’s do something. I don’t care what, but let’s do something. Eat at a diner, go to a museum, rob a bank, whatever.” He runs his thumb along the veins there, long since those bumps have been ingrained in his brain. “Let’s do something, just you and me.”

“Are you asking me out on a date, Sakamoto?” He has a cocky look in his eye, and Ryuji’s half-tempted to kiss him again just to wipe it clean off his face. “You know I’d follow you anywhere.”

He knows. That’s the scary part. Would Akira still follow someone he doesn’t know as well as he thinks he does? “I’ll get us lost,” he jokes.

Akira doesn’t laugh. “I’d rather be lost with you than learn to lose you.”

It’s been ages since he’s been flustered at anything Akira does, but he feels a rush of heat crawl up his neck. “I’ll—” Ryuji shakes his head, willing his embarrassment to go away. “Shit, uh—”

“I’ll pick where to go,” he interrupts, a little too smug for his liking. “I’d say I’ll pick you up at your place, but…”

“Yeah, yeah, you’re a comedian,” Ryuji rolls his eyes. “I’ll be ready whenever.”

“Fantastic.” Akira checks his phone, wincing. “It’s late.”

He grips his wrist tightly. “I know.”

Thankfully, he’s never needed to explain much to Akira. “Okay,” he says softly. “Ten more minutes?”

“Yeah.” He lets his eyes slide shut once more, letting out a breath. The world will keep spinning. His stomach will keep twisting. Time will keep marching on, but at least he has this. “Ten minutes sounds good.”

—

The first words that Futaba says as she enters the RV was: “Oh, hell.”

“Hello Futaba-chan, Yusuke-kun,” Haru greets cheerfully from the booth. “How was your shopping trip?”

“...Fine,” she replies, stepping aside to let him in, lugging a four-foot tall canvas in his arms that accidentally hits the ceiling. “Got a new Featherman action figure.”

“I got a canvas,” Yusuke answers from behind the wall of white. “Though I assume you can see that.”

“I can.” Her smile doesn’t falter, and it’s making the hair on Futaba’s nape rise like a nervous animal. “Quick question, since you both are here…”

Haru pulls a tote bag from underneath the table, and it’s so heavy that when she throws it on the table, her teacup nearly topples over. “Would you like to take a guess of what’s in this bag?”

A billion jokes pop into Futaba’s head, but both of them stay silent, terrified and confused. They both knew this was coming, but they didn’t expect her to be so forward about it.

“I suppose that’s a pretty strange question, I’m sorry. Let me try again.” She reaches in and pulls out thick, heavy textbooks, all brightly coloured and consist of beaming, diverse students on the front cover. “Care to tell me why you were both looking at cram books while we’re on our fun roadtrip?”

Yusuke pushes Futaba aside, eyes on the books and wide with shock. “You bought them?!” he exclaims.

“Wait—” Futaba hops repeatedly, trying to catch a glimpse from over his shoulder. “You bought all of them?”

“Of course.”

“But why?”

She thinks about it for a moment. “Hmm, think about it this way. If Akira’s in charge of the group as a whole, and Makoto’s in charge of the more analytical aspect of things, think of me as a somewhat stern yet loving parent who doesn’t quite know how to mind their own business.”

“I thought that was Ann’s job,” Futaba mutters, heart hammering in her chest.

“Now,” Haru leans forward, and as if to prove her role, speaks in a gentle tone. “I’m not mad at you. That would be ridiculous. But I saw you two looking at these books, and I know how expensive they can be, so I’ll give them to you.”

She blinks. “You would?”

“Absolutely!” Haru smiles wide. “On the condition that you tell me why you need them.”

Futaba and Yusuke exchange a glance, before Futaba makes a T with her hands. “Timeout!” she yells, dragging Yusuke by the collar out of the RV.

“What do we do?” he whispers once the door is shut. “It’s not as if we can tell her.”

“I don’t know, maybe we should?” she pushes up her glasses. “Damn, the things money can buy you. Our vow of silence is getting thrown out the window for two handfuls of yen.”

He looks her dead in the eyes. “I would tell the world my deepest secrets if it meant having lifetime access to a grocery store.”

“Don’t say that, you sellout!”

“I’m not selling out. My art already reveals the deepest portion of my soul, it’s not my fault that the common observers cannot pick up what I’m putting down.” He squints against the setting sun. “She’s waiting. What do we do?”

“Okay, okay, okay, just let me—” her mind whirrs rapidly, and for a second she really feels like Sophia. “Give me a second.”

“I have a suggestion,” he points at her. “If we’re not averse to lying, let’s tell them that you need them for school. You’re struggling with academics, you need a bit of outside help, so we took a look at the textbooks.”

“Good idea! Wait.” She frowns. “They’ll never buy it. Let’s say that you need them.”

“I’m at the top of my class!”

“But they don’t know that!” She balls her fists together, determined. “Okay, let’s do this.”

“I didn’t say yes to this.”

Futaba kicks the door open, making Haru pause wiping her spilt drink mid-stroke. “Inari’s struggling with his classes!”

“I—“ Yusuke stammers. “Yes,” he confirms. “I’m struggling with my classes. They’re mighty indeed, and even I find them difficult. I am...struggling.”

Haru looks at them doubtfully. “Yusuke is?”

“I am,” he answers as Futaba says, “He is.”

“Yusuke,” she repeats, gesturing to the neatly-stacked pile of textbooks on the table. “Is struggling with precalculus?”

They stare at her. “Yes,” Yusuke says, slowly. “I am struggling with previous calculus.”

“Out of curiosity, Yusuke,” Haru scratches her cheek. “Do you know what a parabola is?”

“Of course I do,” he replies with the wisdom of a thousand monks. “It’s a self-contradictory statement.”

“That’s a paradox,” Makoto corrects from the steering wheel.

“What the heck?” Futaba jumps a foot in the air. “Why are you here? Why were you hiding?”

“I like to sit here a few hours before we start another road trip,” she says, before glaring at them. “You two. Does this have to do with Ryuji?”

“T-timeout!”

Futaba makes a beeline to the door again, but Haru’s faster. She slips past them, standing in their way, perfect smile still in place. Sometimes Futaba forgets how strong she is in negotiations; her and Yusuke were probably tutorial levels compared to the upper management of Okumura Foods. “Answer her question, please.”

Yusuke sighs, tired. “You know what you’re asking for, don’t you? If we tell you what’s happening here, it would be breaking the trust of one of our teammates.”

“Yusuke!” Futaba hisses. “Are you really thinking about telling them? It’s not even our secret to tell.”

“No, it isn’t.” He makes eye contact with Makoto. “But she made a point. What would make us better friends: if we kept a secret to the grave while letting him suffer, or tell someone who can help even if it means being some sort of tattletale?”

“But…” she trails off, resolve crumbling. “Dude. It’s going to suck so much.”

“I know.” He pats her head, before moving to Ryuji’s backpack once more. “Don’t worry, I’m willing to take his anger if need be.” Yusuke gestures to the booth. “Everyone, take a seat. It’s about time this finally gets cleared up.”

Smoothing out the envelope in his hand, even more crumpled than when they had it last, he clears his throat, takes one last glance at Futaba to make sure. At her tentative nod, he begins to read its contents in a loud, clear voice.

When he finishes, they sit there, staring at the thick paper in silence.

“Oh my god,” Makoto breathes. “I knew it was bad, but—”

Haru shakes her head. “Not this bad. And he talked about it so much, but we didn’t even…” she glances down at the textbooks, idly rubbing its spine. “I didn’t think much of it.”

“None of us did,” Yusuke says. “But does that make it any better?”

They fall in silence again, but Futaba can hear the answer loud and clear. Hell no.

The door opens forcefully, pulling them out of their stupor.

“What’s up, my beloved friends!” Ann calls, shopping bags in tow. “God, I’m gonna miss Sapporo. Things here are so cheap compared to Tokyo, sheesh!” She sets them down, laughing when nobody says anything. “Jeez, what’s going on? Did I miss something?”

“Ann-chan,” Haru says carefully, all sense of cheer, for intimidation or otherwise, gone. “Take a seat. There’s something you should know.”

—

The Ferris wheel looms over them, blocking out most of the sunset behind it. “Nice,” Ryuji grins appreciatively. “I should’ve seen this one coming.”

“You should’ve,” Akira agrees, tugging him into the open carriage. He goes in willingly. “It was staring at you the whole time we’re in Sapporo. And besides, every romantic movie has a Ferris wheel scene, doesn’t it?”

“Oh yeah? Name one.”

“Death note.”

Ryuji makes a face, and Akira laughs. “Yeah, I know. Bad example.”

It’s a tight squeeze but they sit next to each other, ignoring the bench in front of them. The seats are hot, and even though it’s nearly evening, the heat barely eases up on them. Still, he finds himself pressing himself against Akira. He runs cold, much colder than Ryuji; narrow wrists are ice, prominent collarbones frost.

The two of them lean over the window, pointing out random scenery as if it were the first time they were seeing them. Restaurants, statues. Weird looking cars and flower beds. Decorated high rises and insects that fly by. It’s like they were tourists, or a retired couple who just want to travel the world. He’s never wanted to be old before, but Akira always has a way of making him change his mind.

Like clockwork—Ryuji makes a joke. Akira laughs. His heart feels lighter.

When he finds himself leaning against him, feet up on the bench, Akira wraps his arms around his shoulders unhesitatingly. Ryuji wonders if he can hear the way his heart thuds inside his bones. He wonders if he knows it's for him. The Ferris wheel stops, right at the very top, gently swaying like it were a giant cradle. They’re not very high up, but it’s far enough that he feels like he’s left the entire world behind.

Ryuji presses his lips against those wrists, relishing in the way he can feel the heartbeat increase. “You nervous?”

He can feel his head shake behind him. “I’m happy, I think,” Akira says in a hushed voice, like it was a secret, like it was a sin.

A breeze flows through, and Ryuji closes his eyes when lips press against just below his ear.

Would it be worth it to have a Palace? A Jail? Would it be worth it to lose himself, just to be in this moment for the rest of time?

Carefully, he flips himself sideways, just so he can press more of himself against Akira. The carriage rocks gently, and the metal bench underneath them is sharp and uncomfortable. Arms tighten around him. Chest to back, knee to knee, they couldn’t be closer, but Ryuji leans back, wanting nothing more than to bottle the rhythm of his breathing and the smell of his soap.

I’m happy, too, I think, he wants to say. If we stayed like this for the rest of our lives, until our skin is permanently tattooed into the hot steel and our bones are the only thing they take out of this bench because the rest of us had already rotted, then I’d be pretty damn happy.

Craning his neck backwards, Akira is already staring.

Then he’s kissing him—once, twice, again and again, and Ryuji realizes that something’s different. This wasn’t the kind of kiss he was used to. There was a desperate air to it, an urgent edge from both of them that neither was ready for. Stealing each other’s breath and giving it back; the cycle continues, the clock keeps ticking.

Ryuji pulls himself up, not breaking the kiss, cupping his cheek and soaking him in like a flower to the sun; an endless yearning, like he’d shrivel up and suffocate if it vanished. The sun framed Akira, and for a split second, he feels like he understands what Yusuke sees on a canvas.

When they part, foreheads leaning against each other, Ryuji lifts a trembling hand to wipe the tear that rolled down Akira’s cheek.

“What’s up?” he asks softly. “Is something wrong?”

“I feel like you’re a miracle, Ryuji.”

How do you respond to that? When the person who said it feels like they’re the one who’s magic, who’s too good to be true?

“Fuck miracles,” he says, pulling Akira in again.

—

The circuit felt like it ended too soon, but it’s night when they finally stepped off, holding hands and faces flushed. He hopes the ride operator doesn’t hate them, but he’s in too good of a mood to really complain.

Ryuji stops in his tracks when he sees who’s in front of them.

“Ann?” Akira questions, taken aback. Eyes dark and brows pulled close together, clutching her purse like a weapon of war—she looks like she’d just seen someone set an orphanage on fire.

Her voice is shockingly deep, gaze fixed on Ryuji. “I’m borrowing him for a second.”

Before either of them can say anything, Ann takes him by the bicep, and he can only glance at Akira before he’s dragged back into the Ferris wheel.

“Did you even pay—?”

“Don’t start,” she hisses, pushing him on the bench, hard. “Don’t you dare start, you damn liar.”

His blood runs cold. “What?”

No. That’s impossible.

“Don’t play dumb with me.” She shoves her hand in her bag and throws something rubber at him. “Do you know how long it took me to find a good one here? I spent my entire day in the shopping district—not looking for clothes, or shoes, or whatever the hell I thought would be fun. No, I spent our last day in Sapporo looking for that.”

Ryuji looks down at the hot compress in his hands, a lump in his throat.

“Because you weren’t doing anything to your knee,” she continues, jaw tight. “Despite me trying my best to help you get better. I thought that you must’ve been really fan-freaking-tastic at hiding the pain that you told me about. That I trusted was the truth because you’re one of my best friends and I trust you. I trust you with my life, my secrets—” Ann grits her teeth. “What the hell?”

“How did you find out?” he asks hoarsely.

She knows. If she knows, they could know. If they could know—

“Damn you, it doesn’t matter how I found out!” she throws her hands in the air, voice so hurt that it twists his insides impossibly tighter. “You think I would care? You think that this is important enough to lie to me about? Dammit, I don’t care that you—”

“Don’t say it,” he begs. “Please.”

“I don’t give a single shit that you failed second-year, Sakamoto!”

Her words ring against the steel walls, deafening.

Bile crawls up his esophagus, and he readies himself for another attack. But for some strange reason, his vision doesn’t blur. Instead, anger kicks in like it always does.

“You don’t care?” he asks, incredulous. “This doesn’t even have anything to do with you!”

“It does when you lie to me about it!” she yells back. “Do you not care about me? About your friends who would go to hell and back for you?”

“How dare you—!”

“You lied to me, you hid it from everyone else, you ignored our advice because it doesn’t mean shit to you.” She points a finger at him. “And look where that got you.”

“Shut up.”

“We all noticed, you know! Each and every one of us noticed that something was up, even the literal robot—”

“Shut the hell up, Ann.”

“And for what? All you accomplished was hurt our feelings, hold in yours, and keep it from the love of your life—”

Ryuji stands up, rocking the carriage and nearly toppling Ann off her feet.

“It’s because I fucking hate myself!”

She grips the barred window, eyes wide. They stare each other down for a few long moments, before the ride comes to an abrupt end. The door swings open, allowing a cheery greeting from the oblivious employee.

And then Ann sighs, shoulders deflating. “Come on,” she jerks her head to the door, before stepping out herself. “Let’s go.”

“What?” he asks, puzzled. “Where?”

“If we’re going to delve into the psyche of Sakamoto Ryuji, we might as well do it with some food in front of us.”

—

The cafe Ann takes him to is bright, filled with pastries and crowded with people—stools are pastel blue, baristas are wearing cute bowties, and each cup of coffee comes with an alarming amount of whipped cream on top. Sojiro would have a heart attack if he walked three kilometers of this place, but Ryuji’s glad that the resemblance is far and away than that of Leblanc.

The booth is pressed into the corner of it all; up against the window and far enough from the main bustle that they’d have to really put their all into it if they wanted to take their order. On one side sat Futaba, nervously tracing shapes on the window while Haru sits beside her. The opposite end has Yusuke and Makoto.

They all look up when they hear the bell chime, and Ryuji almost laughs. “It’s been a long ass time since I’ve seen you guys look so serious,” he remarks, sliding next to Makoto while Ann sits next to Haru. “Where’s the food at? Come on guys, food’s good for you.”

He raises a hand. “Excuse me! We’re ready!”

“Ryuji,” Futaba’s voice is brittle. “I—”

“Hold on shorty,” he reaches to pat her head, voice coming out soft. “We’ll get to that. I promise.”

A waiter comes, takes their drink order, and leaves. When he does, Yusuke places a heavy hand on the table. “I was the one who told everyone.”

“That’s not true!” Futaba cries out, and everyone jerks back in shock. “That’s bull! I’m the one who told him to go through your stuff ‘cause he was worried about you, but I’m the one who actually—”

“No, I’m the one at fault here,” Haru casts her gaze downwards. “It was really none of my business, but I forced these two to tell everyone here. I’m so sorry—”

Ryuji sighs. “Guys, it’s fine.” He’s met with an incredulous look. “Okay, it isn’t, but none of this is your fault, you know? I’m not mad.” His gaze shifts to Ann. “But you’re allowed to be mad at me. I know I shouldn’t have hidden it.”

She gives him a weighted look. “Then why did you do it?”

“Ann,” Makoto warns.

“No, I’m not budging on this.” She leans forward. “He lied to me. Lying doesn’t get you anywhere good. That was really stupid of you.”

“Ann!” Futaba cuts in, horrified.

“You’ve seen what happened with Shiho.” Ryuji flinches back like he’s been hit. He knows. Ann knows he knows. But she keeps going anyway. “She lied to me about what was happening, and I lied to her back. It kept going and going, and—” she snaps her fingers. “She’s gone from my life. For how long? I don’t know, maybe until we graduate. Maybe until her rehab ends. Maybe longer. Who knows? All I know is if we had just—talked, or—” Ann shakes her head, frustrated. “From the start. Tell us what happened. And afterwards, let us help you, or I swear to god I’m going to cry, and I know you can’t stand it when people cry.”

The silence is deafening, even with the clamor of people and voices around them.

Ryuji lets out a breath. “Yeah, alright.”

She raises an eyebrow. “You will?”

“I will,” he repeats, idly checking his pulse. Heart rate is a little quick, but in no danger of having another breakdown. “I’ll tell you everything.”

The waiter chooses that time to drop off their drinks; all cold except Haru, nursing a hot cup of tea. They definitely didn’t buy enough to justify the god-knows-how-long they’re going to spend here, but they’re just gonna have to suck it up.

“Alright,” he starts when they’re alone again. “We going from the start?”

“The very beginning,” Ann confirms.

With one last glance at his friends, he sighs, sits up straight, and flashes them the biggest grin he can muster:

“Hi,” he greets. “I’m Sakamoto Ryuji, and I failed my second-year of high school.”

No one’s expression shifts, not even an inch. He can’t help but be a little impressed. “You guys know that I’ve never been the greatest with books. Shit, screw greatest—I’ve ranked bottom five ever since I started middle school. Didn’t help that my leg got fucked to high heaven and everyone started hating me. Nearly dropped out a couple times. Had no one, really. Worst time in my life, hands down.

“So imagine this dumb little kid, middle of April, running into this guy.” Without meaning to, the grin shifts into something more genuine. “Good-looking dude, super smart, real charmer but you wouldn’t be able to tell just by lookin’ at him. And that guy saved my life. Ten, twenty, thirty times over. He was so great that the dumb kid obviously fell in love with him. But what’s even crazier is that the guy fell in love with the dumb little kid, too.

“Crazy, right? Sounds made up, but I promise it’s true.” He catches Futaba’s expression shift to exasperation. “I know, I can’t believe it either.”

“That’s not what I meant, you sap,” she says.

“Yeah, but that dumb little kid,” he explains. “Couldn’t believe it. Literally couldn’t believe it. Thinks that he struck the lottery, struck by damn lightning. I mean—” Ryuji laughs a little. “How can someone so amazing and cool be in love with such a moron? What made it worse…”

He gestures at all of them. “Was that the guy had so many people in his life who was also amazing. His social circle was made up of, and correct me if I’m wrong: a successful journalist, a politician, some dude from the mob, a random child who breaks gaming records on the daily, and I’m not even counting people from this goddamn table. So dumb little kid knows, he fucking knows that somehow, someway, he tricked the cool guy into falling in love with him. The kid sucked, no, sucks,” he corrects. “At everything. Can’t do anything worthwhile.”

“Ryuji…” Haru whispers.

“Almost done, I know it’s running on kinda long,” he promises. “So the dumb little kid became kinda obsessed with the group’s ‘activities’, and it’s obvious why he would, right? If he knows he’s not good enough for the guy he’s in love with, then he can at least try to be. But since he already sucked at school to begin with, dummy over here completely bailed on school and ended up flunking so bad that he failed an entire year.”

An entire year. An entire year.

It’s becoming harder and harder to breathe, but he’d rather get hit by a truck than lose it in front of so many people. Gritting his teeth, he does what he knows is bad, what every google search and YouTube video says you should not do—he pushes his feelings, far and hard away from himself, so far that it’s like it doesn’t even exist.

It works surprisingly well.

“And, uh—” Ryuji clears his throat. “He hid it. Because you know the one, single thing that’s worse than realizing you’re not good enough for the other person?”

No one answers. “Waiting for the day that they realize that you’re not good enough for them.”

“And that’s pretty much the bulk of it.” Reaching for his mug, he takes a sip of his lukewarm lemonade. Damn, he really did talk for a while. “I didn’t want to tell the rest of you because one, it’s really fucking embarrassing that I failed, and two—”

“Akira can’t know,” they all say in unison.

“Exactly, you guys get the point by now.” He drums his fingers against the table, trying to ignore the blatant gloom cast on all of their faces. “Question time starts now, if anyone wants to ask anything.”

Makoto opens her mouth, but he beats her to it. “If anyone even thinks about feeling pity, or be all ‘no, you’re smart actually!’, I am walking out of this cafe and I am not looking back.”

“What about summer school?” Makoto asks immediately. “If you didn’t want us to know, then you could’ve taken that without even telling us.”

“Summer school was never an option.”

“And why not?” she slaps her hand against the table. “It would’ve solved this entire situation!”

“Because Akira was coming home for the summer,” he says simply. “And I wanted to enjoy my time with him without this hanging over my head.”

Her jaw drops open. “But...that’s…”

“Stupid?” he offers. “Idiotic? Really dumb? Potentially throwing away my entire future? Yeah, I gotcha. Another part of it was that the thought of staying at Shujin for another minute makes me want to jump into traffic, if that helps make me look a little better in your mind, miss prez.”

Makoto’s expression of confusion freezes, taken aback by the harshness of his words. Ryuji cringes at himself. “Sorry.”

“No,” she says finally. “The fault is mine. I have no right to judge your actions, or to pretend I know what kind of stress is burdening you.” Hesitating, she asks, “May I request another question?”

“Shoot.”

“What were you going to do when we eventually go back to Tokyo?”

As expected of someone who went head-to-head against the ace detective in front of the entire school; her questions are brutal. “I don’t know, honestly. I was planning on ignoring the problem for now and just sort of,” he gestures vaguely. “Enjoy the summertime sun?”

“A moment,” Haru goes through her bag. “It’s a long story, but I have these—”

The second the books peek out of her tote, he recognizes the cover immediately. “Cram books? You bought some?”

“Yes!” she answers, mistaking his reaction for eagerness. “It’s a very small gesture, but I’d love for you to have them.”

“I—” he leans away from them, breath catching in his throat. “No.”

“No?” she blinks.

“Not now, senpai.” Trying out his new trick again, he forces his heart to slow down, forces his breathing to regulate again without any of the techniques, and forces himself not to feel any of the fear that he’d normally have to go through. It works, but barely. “I’m not—I don’t think I’m ready to deal with that yet.”

“That’s fine.” Haru puts them away, and as hard as he tries, he can still see how dejected she was. “I’ll hold on to them for you.”

“Thank you.” He glances around. “Any last takers? Q&A is almost up.”

“I have one,” Yusuke pipes up.

“Go for it.”

“How are you?” he asks genuinely.

Ryuji can’t help it—a laugh gets pulled out of him. “How am I?” he repeats.

“Yes. How are you?”

“Uh,” he laughs again. “Not good, man. Not good.”

Everyone startles when Ryuji stands abruptly. He slams down the rest of his lemonade, relieved at how it helps his parched throat. “Alrighty, that took a lot out of me! Let’s get out of here, I’m sick of being surrounded by fake coffee and poser cafe fanatics.”

“I’ll take care of the bill,” Haru says, following his lead and scooting out from the booth.

“What? No, come on. I don’t care how rich you are, at least let me pay half.”

“Ryuji.” She looks him dead in the eye. “I’ll take care of the bill.”

“...Yes ma’am.”

Slowly, they all start filing out, some exiting the cafe while Makoto goes to the till with Haru. Ryuji reaches for Ann’s elbow before she can leave. “Hey.”

Turning her head, it’s as if her lips were permanently stitched downwards. “Yeah?”

“I’m really sorry I lied to you,” he says, somber. “That was shitty, and it doesn’t matter what I’m going through—you can’t deal with lies. I get that. I won’t put you through that again.”

Ann kisses her palm before slapping it against his forehead. “You better not,” her voice drips in affection. “You said not to console you—”

“I did, and I meant it.”

“But I’m here for you,” she rubs his skin harder, and he winces at the chafing. “You know that, right? No matter how crazy the shit inside your head gets, I want you to talk to me.”

“I know it,” he says, not just because he wants the friction to ease up. “I know it now, for sure.”

“Good.” Ann releases him, and goes to join Haru and Makoto up front. “You might want to head out. Someone’s starting to make a fuss.”

“What?” he turns around, making direct eye contact with Futaba, nursing a blank expression on her face. “I see.”

The bell chimes once more when he steps out, relieved at the cool summer air that hits him. “Shorty,” he says in lieu of a greeting. “What’s good?”

“Here.” Ryuji glances down at her, who’s holding a familiar, now very-crumpled envelope between her fingers. It’s weird seeing her hold the letter announcing his failure like a bomb, but he understands the sentiment. “I had to show Ann because she wouldn’t believe me until I got some proof.”

“Thank you,” he says, shoving it in his pocket. “I’m not mad at you, you know.”

“I know you’re not.” She swallows and stares down at her shoes. Her laces were covered in little beads and stars, something he had bought for her during a weekend hangout once. “This isn’t me pitying you, or showering you with some kind of boohoo potion.”

She swallows again. “I failed my first year of high school. It was for a completely different reason—guilt for who I thought I killed rather than wanting to be something else. But I know. I know so much about what you’re going through.”

Futaba looks up, and his heart wrenches when he sees the tears in her eyes. “I’m so, so sorry if I made you sad, or that I kept calling you stupid back then,” she sobs. “I don’t mean it, and I’m so mean to you all of the time but I don’t mean any of it. I told everyone your secret because I wanted to—” she hiccups, and she pushes her glasses to the top of her head. “I wanted to give you your own version of what the Phantom Thieves did for me, but I reached out to you guys back then. No one forced me to do anything, but I took that choice away from you.”

He pulls her in his arms, and her tears are hot even through his shirt. “I know, Futaba,” he says, patting her head. “Thank you for taking care of me.”

She hits his chest weakly. “Me taking care of you?” she sniffs. “I’m literally the one crying right now.”

“Just for now though,” he shrugs. “Next time I cry, you’ll be the one handing me tissues, I swear.”

They stand there, the two of them standing in the middle of Sapporo while people give them weird looks—Futaba, unable to stop the tears from flowing down her cheeks, and Ryuji, refusing to ever let his emotions make things worse for everyone else again.

—

When they get back to the RV, each of them emotionally exhausted, Ryuji goes to kiss the top of Akira’s head. “Hi.”

“Hey,” Akira looks up from his card game with Morgana and Sophia. “You look like you had a wild night. Ann take you all somewhere fun?”

“Totally,” he says, sliding the letter back in his backpack. “Best night ever.”

“Take me next time. Sophia’s kicking our ass.”

“She is not!” Morgana denies, tail swishing. “Just a little,” he relents.

“I’m gonna get ready for bed,” Ryuji announces, hiking his backpack on his shoulders and heading out, before running into Ann outside.

“Oh my god,” she says, disturbed. “He really, really doesn’t know.”

“Yup,” he moves past her. “And we’re keeping it that way.”

#p5 #p5s #mine #fic tag #plainly in truth #ryuji sakamoto #akira kurusu #akiryu #pegoryu #ann takamaki #futaba sakura #persona 5 #persona 5 strikers #chapter three! *thumbs up*

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Choose Your Glucose Guardian! (Sawamura Daichi Ver.)

💕Hello! This is the first part to a fic in my captains series. I hope you like it. I really love this story and treasure it a lot, I hope that you enjoy it as much as I do! 

Minor Spoiler for the episode, The Flight of the Spineless. 

You can find the other parts of this series here: Ushijima Wakatoshi 

Tagginng @ceo-of-daichi because its Daichi 🥺💕

Without further ado, here it is!!

If y/n could turn back time, she would go back to her first year of high school. She would’ve lived  without regrets and did all the things she wanted to do. She would’ve joined the dance team earlier, she would’ve entered more competitions. She would’ve hung out with her friends more, supported them in every game they had. And most of all she would’ve followed her heart. She would’ve said yes to a boy from her high school, the muse of all her dance performances to this day. 

Oh how she wished she had let go of her fears, how she wished that she just said those simple words; “yes, I like you too.” Who knows, maybe she would be happier then than now… But, those days were in the past, but her days were nothing but downhill from high school, sadly. Sure, y/n was a good dancer, but then, the theme of longing in her dances never really made her reach her full potential. She was always stuck with the same feel, the same aura, no change, no variety. This made her somewhat, a boring dancer… something many dancers feared. As a student at a dance academy, she was once the top of her class… and now she isn’t the best. Her dances looked the same, her instructor would even suggest that she would go out and spend more time with the people around her, than to stay cooped up in the studio practicing to get better. 

Sure, she could do that, do better technical moves, have a better flow, be a lot more flexible. But that was never the problem. The problem has always been her lack of adventure and her lack of personal vibrancy. So here she sat, in front of the dance studio, waiting for her friend to walk her home as it was late at night. Sure it would’ve been a short walk or so, but she lived outside of the campus… and her best friend Hinata wouldn’t allow her to go out alone on a night like this. 

You see, y/n didn’t have enough money to get a dorm room on campus. She was raised by a single mother and she was ill. Y/n also worked part time at a local bakeshop on weekends and when she had off days or afternoons without classes to pay for her mother’s hospital bills. Not only did she have this on her plate, she also had an 8 year old sister to take care of… So at the age of 22, y/n is the only source of income for her family. 

At first she did really well, she won competitions and was even the talk of the town, but eventually she really did lose everything. She had to stay positive however, for her mother and her sister. 

“y/n!” A male voice calls out to her, snapping her out of her thoughts, Hinata Shoyo was there, panting heavily as he stood in front of her. 

She smiled “Hinata!”

He smiled widely putting his arm around her while taking her bag, “Now, let’s get you home! Your sister is waiting.”  

It was always like this, they would start on the path to her house, hand in hand as he held her things. They were both scholarship students at this school, but Hinata had so much potential, so he got a dorm room with a friend of theirs from high school, Miya Atsumu, a boy who was a year older than the two. 

Hinata was as bright as the sun, a promising and current volleyball player for a team in Japan. He was reliable, sweet, energetic and an all around sweetheart you would want to be with. He was the highlight of everyone’s days, everyone in their friend group loved him ever since they were in high school. 

First year, Karasuno High School, Class 1-5. This was a big step into the world of high school for you. First year, it left a sense of adventure and curiosity light up within you. This would be the best years of your life, you had hoped. You weren’t one to shy away from the sun, but you weren’t too reckless either. You were smart and kind, but that wasn’t the only thing that was great about you. You were born to dance, a star, a spark of joy on the stage. You couldn’t live without the music. You had always been able to dance to any type of song, any genre and you could do it. But, since it was your first year, you decided to play it safe and focus on your grades for the first semester.

So there you sat, with your headphones on as you listened to another song to choreograph for. Your feet tapping to the rhythm as your hands moved in small motions that symbolized dance moves. It was too early for most students to be there, but you wanted to get out of the house as soon as possible as it was your first day at high school. 

You eventually stood up, immersed in the music dancing to it and closing your eyes as the music flowed throughout your soul. The song was beautiful and light, a bright but sweet song that felt like the taste of first love. You danced and danced feeling the happiness flowing through the song, and eventually, it came to a stop. 

You opened your eyes to see a classmate of yours, so she seems, standing a few meters away from you, clapping. She had a beautiful smile and blonde hair, she smiled at you and clapped once more. 

You turned away to hide your blush and used your headphones as an excuse since you put them on your desk. 

The blonde girl, who is a little bit shorter than you, walked up to you and smiled, “You dance beautifully.” 

You smiled back, still a little bit flustered, “Thank you… I’m l/n y/n by the way.” 

“Yachi Hitoka, I’m from this class too.”

Eventually you learned that you two had a lot of things in common, and that you were seatmates. As the day went by, you and Yachi had become fast friends, despite her being shy when other people started coming in. 

Everyday would consist of you and Yachi hanging out happily together… all until she came rushing back to the classroom with two application forms in her hand. Both of you still didn’t have any clubs or orgs you joined so you were confused and excited that she had forms in her hands. 

“What is it Yacchan?” you asked her as you studied her worried features.

“y/n-chan they want us to be managers for the boys’ volleyball team!!!” She sighs sadly.

“What was I thinking? But then the senpai giving me instructions was so pretty that I got distracted…. If you were awake we could’ve talked to her together and maybe…”

You laughed slightly as Yachi kept going on about how she doesn’t know what to do or what she had gotten both of you into. You thought of it for a while, maybe this was the sign you needed to do things and stop studying 24/7… so it was one of the risks you actually took.

“Let’s do it, Yacchan!” You said, taking a form from her and filling it up. 

She looks at you shocked, “Eh? I thought you were going to apply to the dance team?”

You thought about it once more, “Eh, I’ll do it next year, I have 2 years left after that you know!”

She sighed and filled up her own form, knowing that she will never be able to convince you not to join. 

So on that fateful day, you became friends with the people who stand with you now. 

Hinata noticed that you had stopped replying to him about how your day was only to see you in deep thought.

“y/n? y/n-chan~~” he knew that if he called you that, there was a higher possibility that you would snap out of it and show him that cute flustered face of yours. He lived for that reaction of yours… but he would never tell you that. Or at least, he hoped, not for now. 

True enough what Hinata wished for had happened, "Yeah? Oh sorry…" your face was awfully red and you both knew it. 

He shakes his head, "It's fine, what were you thinking of?"

You sighed as puffs of clouds formed due to the cold, "I was thinking of how I first met all of you…"

He smiled a little, hiding a bit of pain that came with those memories. Because he knew that no matter what memory you had of high school you were thinking of… you would always backtrack to him. 

The person he wished would leave you and your thoughts. But he knew that he would always have a chance, as long as he was there with you and not with that man. 

"I see, were you thinking of how good looking I was then, up until now?" He joked as you made a face. 

"I swear, Atsumu is rubbing off on you." 

"Oh but that makes me funnier!" He held your hand tighter. 

Your face brightened once more in a rosy hue as you both found yourselves at your doorstep.

He smiled again and handed you your gym bag, "I'll see you on Sunday?"

"Yeah, you will. Don't worry Hinata, I'm not going anywhere."

He nodded as you said this and kissed your forehead. "Sleep well, y/n."

He watched you enter your house as you waved bye to him. He eventually walks down the street, back to the school dorms. 

You enter the house to see that your little sister had eaten the food you left for her to reheat. She left a note saying that she did not have hw and that you should rest. Your heart felt happier at the gesture. This made your resolve to do what you were about to do stronger.

But for a split second, you had thought of Hinata. 'What would he say?'

You didn't really understand how you felt about him. Whether you actually loved him or not the latter part being more confusing since you knew you were not over that person.

But either way, none of that would matter anymore. Funds were not getting easier to come by and you didn't want your friends to keep worrying and giving you money they needed as well… so you did what you thought was best. You signed up on a sugar baby app. 

You had been putting off checking the app in order to not sound desperate and to see who would actually wait. You honestly found this somewhat difficult to do at first, but your friend f/n had suggested it as a last resort. You didn’t really want to do this but she reassured you that the men on this specific app were not creeps and that they were pretty young and knew how to respect boundaries.

As you logged onto your phone you noticed one specific message that seemed to be interesting and mysterious. The man had the username onceavolleydad and he had no pictures of his actual face and name, but he had credentials and the app to prove his age and status. He was rich as he owned a chain of gyms around Japan. He also looked pretty attractive, or well, his body did. But that wasn’t what you were there for, it was his message that caught your eye. 

“(l/n) (y/n), what a pretty name for a girl who has the beauty of a lilac. I would love to know more about you and if you would at least, become someone I could talk to? I’d love to meet you on Friday night, 8pm, at a small coffee shop? I will be sending the address in the next message.”

You were interested, one because he seemed nice, and two because he mentioned your favorite flower. It could all be by chance, but you were one of those people who were interested in signs every now and then. You took a deep breath and nodded your head, you were going to do this, he was the one you were going to reply to. 

“ Hello, onceavolleydad. I would be delighted to meet with you then, maybe we could talk a little about the boundaries I have set and see where this goes?”

Within 3 minutes you get a reply; “Sure, I’ll see you later then.”

Wait… later??? You looked at your phone and noticed that it was indeed, Friday7:20 pm. With that you rushed to your room and got ready to go to the said address. You wore your best clothes, the ones that were cute and in season and penned a note to your sister saying that you had gone out with friends for a bit. 

As you walked down the street, you carried your pepper spray in your coat pocket and your phone in your other hand. You walked down street after street until you passed by your university and some other places you would normally go to. Eventually you had found the cafe, and were about to cross when some high school students started hitting on you. 

“Hey, pretty girl, mind giving me your number?” a student in their uniform smirked as they blocked your way. 

“No thanks, I’m not interested.” you said pushing them away as you try to make your way away from them. 

“C’mon beautiful lady,” one of them grabbed onto your arm as you let go of your pepper spray. 

“Let me go!” you struggled as they got closer to you. 

“Didn’t she say to let her go?” A deep voice said, you knew that voice. 

The boys let go of you and there you stood, face to face with him. 

The one and only, Sawamura Daichi.

The boy you loved and said no to in high school. 

“D-daichi-senpai?” You looked like you had seen a ghost. 

“Y/n, can I talk to you for a minute? Preferably in my car…?” he rubbed the back of his neck. 

“Sure, but I’m meeting someone tonight.” You mumbled, slightly ashamed.

“I know.”

You looked up at him, “What do you mean, senpai?”

“Well for one, I’m onceavolleydad…”

You couldn’t believe what you had just heard. Sawamura Daichi, your senior, wanted you as his sugar baby. You were confused, not even mad or anything, but confused. 

“Were you stalking me? Who told you I was on the app? You don’t even know (f/n)...oh god, what if Hinata knows?” 

Your questions made you fall only for Daichi to catch you. As he was always calm, he asked you to follow him to his car. You reluctantly agreed and you both sat there, silent at first. Why, why was he doing this?

You thought he pitied you, but when you looked at his eyes, that wasn’t the emotion they held. His eyes had this unreadable emotion, or at least in that moment, it felt that way. 

He was the first to speak, “Look, (y/n) I know this is weird, but no I wasn’t stalking you. I signed up for the app the same way you did, upon the recommendation of a friend. I happened to see you and thought, I thought I should give it a shot.”

You stared straight into his eyes, something he honestly loved about you. He knew better than to shy away from your stare. He knew that if he wanted you to know he was sincere, he would have to keep eye contact with you. He still loved you, he knew that you were just scared back then, and that you didn’t want to risk anything because of your family. 

And here you were, risking everything for them once again, something he admired you for. He didn’t know how bad your circumstances were, nor was he sure that you would actually tell him. But he truly did want to reconnect with you, even if it were to be just as a friend. He wanted to befriend you once again, step by step, no matter how long it took. 

As you looked into his eyes, you could see that he was telling the truth, there was no pity in his eyes, but his eyes did hold a warmth to them. They felt so calming, they felt sweet and full of love. He’s as genuine as he ever was. And this was one of the things that drew you to him, something that you loved about the once captain of your high school volleyball team. But you didn’t want to be attached once more. After all, wasn’t this a business thing? But if it was, wouldn’t he be looking at you with pity? 

You stopped staring into his eyes and looked down at your lap, as your hands fiddled with your coat ties. Daichi stared, thinking about how you haven’t changed as much as you were in high school. He still saw you as the woman he liked, the beautiful dancer he saw that day…

Daichi was walking down the first years’ hallway in Karasuno, looking for the other second years classrooms on the same floor when he saw you. There you were, in an empty classroom, dancing with grace and poise. He wasn’t going to stare long, he was going to leave. But, he couldn’t stop, he kept staring at you, enthralled by your beauty as you felt the song. Eventually, a girl who was in the same class started watching you dance and he pretended to do something. 

“Thank you...I’m (l/n) (y/n) by the way.”

He hears you say this as he walks away, hmm, (l/n) (y/n). Maybe I'll see her around. 

Your dance shook him and consumed his nights, he wanted to get to know you and how you could have such an effect on him. 

He eventually got the chance when Kiyoko had come in one day with you and your friend, Yachi and introduced you both as the new first year managers. He was over the moon and he almost lost his composure, something the other third years were quick to notice. As you studied what to do with Yachi, he couldn’t help but stare. 

Sugawara nudged him, “Hey, Daichi… do you know the first years? You keep staring at (y/n)-chan~” 

He abruptly stopped staring, as the older setter and ace laughed, “Shut it, both of you.”

“Daichi’s got a crush~” Sugawara teases as Asahi tries to calm down a stressed Daichi.

Eventually, you did become close friends. You were there when he got that injury from crashing into Tanaka. He could remember you crying over it as you were the one sent to watch over him. 

“Don’t cry (y/n)-chan”

You started crying more as he reassured you that he was okay, “B-but you g-got hurt Daichi-senpai. You’re bleeding, it must hurt a lot.”

He tried to laugh but winced as soon as he did, “Don’t worry (y/n)-chan, I’ll be fine. You’re here aren't you? So that means I’ll get better because you care for me!” 

You had finally stopped crying and you gave him a weak smile, “Okay Daichi-senpai, I’ll be here!”

Once you two had returned he felt content that you were feeling better, it even made him forget about the pain in his face and the tooth he lost. 

“You wanted to talk about your boundaries?” He said as his voice snapped you out of your own thoughts. 

You stared at him with wide eyes, “...Well that is, if you would still accept?”

You didn’t know what to say, you didn’t exactly think that you were going to reconnect in such a way. “Daichi-senpai I know you mean well but I-”

“But what? You don’t want to feel like you’re leeching off someone you know? (y/n) I chose you because I wanted to see you again, no matter what the circumstances were. I don’t know if you’re with anyone or anything but I can be a friend. Just a friend, I can be a shoulder to lean on” Daichi put a hand on top of one of yours.

There was a moment of silence, he knew you were conflicted. 

“Okay, I know I must’ve overwhelmed you, but I hope you know I'm alway-”

“I’ll do it. I’ll be your friend.” you held onto his hand for a bit and smiled.

He smiled back, he wanted to kiss you right then and there, but he knew that he would be a friend in your eyes. Hopefully, only for now and not in the future. 

He let go of your hand when your grip loosened, not wanting to make things awkward, “Alright, why don’t we talk about the boundaries we’ll set in the cafe over some tea?” 

Once you woke up the next day, you had a scarf on your bed next to your coat, a scarf that wasn’t yours…

You were on your way to the park as you and Daichi felt that it would be better to get some fresh air as the cafe was teeming with high school students trying to study for their classes. The air was cold, and you shivered a little. Soon enough Daichi had taken off his scarf. 

“No, Daichi-senpai, you don’t have to do this, it's completely fine.” you try giving him back the scarf but he starts wrapping it around you.

Once you had given up he gives you a bright smile, “There we go. That’s better isn’t it?”

He tucked the strands of hair away from your face and you both turned red as he realized what he had done. “Ah (y/n) I’m sorry I didn’t mean to…”

As he heard your dorky laugh he was met with confusion, “It’s okay senpai. You didn’t mean any harm, I know.”

He laughed the awkwardness away as you two sat a little bit apart on a park bench. The air was awkward, but somehow calming at the same time. You didn’t know what to say but eventually you started talking about uni and other things, and you felt at ease… just like the way you felt with Hinata… 

You shook your head, he’s your friend, that's all there is to it. It was a Saturday and you were getting ready to work at the local bakeshop when you got a text from Hinata. 

“Hey (y/n)! Are you free after your shifts at the bakeshop today? Kenma and Akaashi-san are going to be visiting today.” 

You smiled, it had been a while since you’ve seen those two and you were always happy to see them. Akaashi and Kenma have been some of your most supportive friends, sure they were quiet, but they were always there for you. They were there for you when your mom slipped into her coma, they were there when you first failed a dance recital… but of course, someone who has been there since the beginning would be Hinata. To spend a day with your favorite boys would be wonderful.

“Yeah, I’ll be free by around 3:00pm, is that fine?”  you reply to him.

Soon enough the next reply comes in as you wave goodbye to your sister and leave the house. You had already arranged for a cousin to pick up your little sis to watch her for the day and she was on her way to your place. 

“Alright! We’ll come to get you then, wear something nice to work okay ;>” 

As you looked down at your skirt and sweater you chuckled and sent a selfie to him, “Is this good enough? xD”

You got a reply almost immediately, “No fair, why’d you send a picture?”

You put your phone in your bag after replying to him and head on to your workplace ready to start the day.

Work was tiring but fun at the same time. There were times that you would be serving the customers and times that you would be behind the cash register or even times when you would create latte art or frosting art to help the bakers. The cute uniform you wore at work was a plus too. It was one of those fun days when you would be serving customers. Most of the customers at the bakeshop you worked at were nice people. 

There was this nice high school couple who were now your friends, they went to a school nearby and they loved sharing stories with you, their senior. There was also the grandmother who loved stopping by to buy the best meat buns for her grandkids. There are so many nice people who come to your shop on a regular basis that it's like you all have this small community together. 

Today however, wasn’t one of those days. There was one customer that had found you cute and wouldn’t stop asking you for your number. Your manager had even tried to intervene by changing servers from you to a male co-worker but this customer would not budge. He would still try to get you to stop when you would pass by his table. You didn’t think that he would actually do anything, but you were wrong. As you passed by with an empty tray he grabbed your arm and smiled sweetly, something you found sickening.

“C’mon sweet cheeks, a number is all I ask for.” his grip tightened. 

You tried to get away from him as your co-workers were on alert, “I’m sorry would you please let me go? I’m not interested.”

He was about to pull you closer when someone stepped in front of you, “She said she wasn’t interested, so let her go.”

It was Daichi, he had saved you once more. 

Little did you know, someone else had wanted to save you…

Your three friends, Hinata, Kenma and Akaashi were on the way to the bakeshop you worked at. They were walking down the street when Kenma asked HInata about how you were. 

“She’s doing fine, but she still has the same feel, nothing has actually changed…” Hinata sighed  deeply, wishing you would notice his feelings. 

Akaashi looked up from his phone, “You do know, that she’s changed a little, right?”

Kenma nods in agreement as they kept walking, “She wouldn’t send you random pictures before. How could you have not noticed, Shoyo?” 

Hinata stopped in his tracks, and smiled as wide as he could. “She does do that now!” 

He then starts talking about how pretty you are and how much he loves you. You were the brightest light in his life, no matter what they would say. He wanted to be there with you, every step of the way. He was there when you felt like the world was against you. You were his inspiration during volleyball games. Whenever you had time to visit his games he would look at you and play the best he could. 

They walked down to the corner of the street and turned left, only for Kenma and Akaashi to stop walking in front of the bakeshop as Hinata kept going on about you.

“Hey, what-” He freezes when he sees you being held onto by a man who clearly is making you uncomfortable. He was about to step in when Akaashi stops him, he would’ve hit Akaashi if it weren’t for Kenma pointing to the direction of the bakeshop door, the one person Hinata couldn’t help but not want near you, no matter how selfish it sounded, was there, and he saved you instead of him.  

Sawamura Daichi was back into your life somehow, and he knew that it was going to be something that might hurt one of you in the end.

Daichi had stood in front of you and the customer, his other hand holding yours, it gave you a sense of comfort. He smiled at the customer, not a nice one, but a smile that asserted power the customer tried to put on a strong front but eventually muttered an apology. 

“Sorry, did you say anything? I believe this lady deserves a proper apology.” He said as your coworkers blocked off the man from leaving. 

The man looked down, “Okay, I’m sorry! I won’t be bothering her again…”

Daichi nodded and smiled at you before glaring at the man once more, “If you touch or try to harass my girlfriend one more time, I won’t be as nice.”

You blushed a little at his words and looked at him wide eyed, he only winked at you as the customer left the bakeshop. 

Soon enough you two were seated near the cash register, “Are you alright (y/n)? I’m sorry if I went too far I only wanted him to stop bothering you.” 

“It's okay senpai,” you reassured him, “I know you mean to keep me safe.”

“You know you can call me Daichi, we aren’t in high school anymore, and I preferred if you called me that…” his cheeks turned into a reddish hue. 

You hid your somewhat excitement and agreed, “Alright, Daichi.”

You then see Kenma, Akaashi, and Hinata enter the bakeshop and you waved them over with a smile. 

“(y/n)!” Akaashi gives you one of his rare smiles as he hugs you, “it’s been a while.”

Kenma gave you a nod and you did your weird handshake as Akaashi laughed and Hinata gave a weaker one. 

“Oh, I hope you don’t mind that Daichi is here?” you smile at your friends who were also friends with Daichi once. 

“I hope I’m not intruding,” he smiled as he caught up with Akaashi and Kenma, Hinata staying off to the side a little, wanting to talk to you about how this all happened. 

“So... How did you guys reconnect?” Hinata asked you with curious eyes. 

“Oh, we saw each other yesterday when I needed to go out for a bit.” You weren’t lying to him, technically. 

He nodded, “I see, I see. How did he find this place?”

Daichi overheard and smiled at Hinata, “I was recommended this place by some friends, Kuroo and Bokuto to be exact.” 

Hinata smiled weakly, still conflicted by the feeling of hating his former captain, or accepting the fate that has brought them to reconnect and hopefully be friends again. But then, he knew that the latter had more risks than merits. But he knew that Daichi never really meant harm towards anyone. In fact, Hinata has always admired Daichi for this, but he knew that this would mean that he could take you away…

You, Hinata and the rest of the boys spent the whole afternoon together at the park after your shifts were over. You enjoyed doing the simple things like getting ice cream together and going to bookstores and other small shops. When the day was over, Kenma and Akaashi bid the rest of you goodbye as you now walked with Daichi and Hinata on either of your sides. The silence felt slightly awkward but calming to you. But on the inside, you were panicking internally as these were the boys you loved beyond the bounds of friendship. 

“I should probably get home,” you chuckle lightly. 

“I’ll drive you-”

“I’ll walk you-” 

They both say at the same time as you laughed at them both. 

“Hmm, who should I have escort me home~?” you teased. 

The three of you laughed together, your laugh less tension filled than theirs. Once the laughter died down you stared out a bit, thinking of who you would choose. 

“Ah, I know, how about a game of rock paper scissors?” you set them up for a challenge and neither man wanted to fail. 

They both nodded, Daichi extending his arm out to make a fist, Hinata following suit. 

“Rock” 

“Paper” you put your hands on theirs, 

“Scissors…” both of them are now even more determined to hear your laugh and the words good night said to one of them and only one of them. 

You let go and they choose their stances once you say “Shoot!”

Daichi wins with rock, over Hinata’s scissors. 

Hinata pouts as Daichi laughs a little, and for a moment, it felt as if you were back in high school… Hinata felt like it was just yesterday when he had figured things out. 

“Oi, Hinata! Quit slacking off watching y/n & Yachi. We need to get this right!” a frustrated first year Kageyama Tobio yells to the orange-haired boy a few spots away from him on the court.

Hinata gets hit by a flying volleyball to his head, “Kageyama, you’re just like Iwaizumi san!”

The three girls on the side of the court laugh as they take notes and help the others. y/n looks up from her notes and smiles at him, giving him a thumbs up. 

Hinata turned red a little, he never understood why he felt this way, or why he would turn red whenever y/n smiled at him. Turning away to focus, he seemed more fired up than ever to those on and off the court. 

Daichi had gone up to you after the game and was joking around with you and Ennoshita. Hinata felt a weird growing feeling of annoyance in him every time you would laugh at Daichi’s jokes. He hated it the most when he would ruffle your hair and you would become flustered. 

“Oi, stop staring daggers into our Captain idiot!” Kageyama said as Yachi handed him his water bottle. 

Yachi looked into the direction the two boys were staring at and she chuckled. Hinata looked at the blonde and tilted his head in confusion. The girl just kept laughing as his growing annoyance still stayed, as if it was going to eat him up. 

She looked at Hinata and stopped laughing. Yachi took a deep breath and stared Hinata in the eye, “You need to listen to what I say, okay Hinata-kun?”

He looked even more puzzled but looked to y/n and Daichi once more…”Alright Yacchan what is it?”

“...Have you ever considered that you may be crushing on y/n-chan?” 

Hinata felt like he was hit with a volleyball of realization...and ever since then, his feelings have not changed. 

“Hinata, is it alright for me to take y/n home? Would you want a ride too?” Daichi asked as you and him stared at the tangerine haired boy. 

He smiled and shook his head, “No it’s okay senpai, I’m meeting Kageyama today.”

Technically not a lie, since he would call his close friend out tonight after all this. 

You pout and Hinata swore that he would’ve melted, “You didn’t tell me you were meeting Kageyama-kun.”

He laughed it off, “It was sort of last minute…” 

“It's okay!” you assure him “But you have to tell kageyama that we should all meet soon okay?”

He nods and you leave with Daichi after the older male waves and smiles to Hinata. 

He could already feel some of high school’s pain come creeping up at him. 

“Hey Kageyama, can we go drinking tonight?” He asks on the phone and Kageyama already knows what's up. 

#sawamura daichi x you #sawamura daichi x reader #daichi x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu au #karasuno imagines #sugar daddy au #haikyuu!! #daichi x y/n #daichi x you

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Holiday | Part 3 |

Description of Part 1: Alex Turner x Reader (Female) | You’ve been friends with Alex Turner and the other boys from Arctic Monkeys since you were 13. You never for a second thought that Alex would release a song about you though. From late night phone calls and almost constant texting and teasing, you’ve managed to stay close with him over the years. When a pact is established and a holiday is arranged, life seems to be treating you very well. But a month in LA will either make or break you.

Word Count: 17K

Warnings: Forced sickness

A/N: This is one of my favourite parts of this whole series, if not my actual favourite. Really hope you all enjoy it! This is where things start getting fun. Taglists are always open. Thank you for reading x

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After quickly grabbing your drink you both went back inside the bar and you ended up having a really fun night. The night was filled with stories and lots of laughs between the three of you.

You and Alex fall back into your flirty banter that you always did over the phone as well, but it just made it funnier that you were actually face to face for it. When you both came back inside you ordered a round of drinks for the three of you to go on Sam’s tab and proceeded to do that with the rest of the drinks the whole night.

Round after round, it all went on his tab.

When you made it back to the table you sat down next to Alex again. And the flirting started soon after that.

By 11 you were absolutely plastered. You hadn’t been this level of drunk for a long time, but you still had your head on. You knew what was going on around you.

Your emotions were just a bit all over the place. Which would be why the following scene unfolded.

“Stop it” You say, drunkenly holding your hand up to block Alex from your view.

“Stop what” Alex asked, batting your hand away. He was confused by your actions.

“Just for five minutes please just stop” You plead.

“Stop what? Are you okay?” Alex laughed completely confused.

He looked to Miles to see if he knew what you were on about, but Miles was just as confused as him.

“Just stop being attractive for five minutes please” You beg him which causes Alex to laugh.

After a few minutes of another few jokes being thrown about the table you catch Alex looking at you in a particular way again. And the way he’s looking at you makes your body ache for him.

“Alex I’m being serious stop with them eyes” You say seriously.

“What eyes?” He laughs a smirk of mischief on his face.

“You know what eyes” You give him a serious look, trying to warn him to stop.

“I don’t think I do” Alex smiled at you before he did it again.

The look where he’s basically checking you out by looking you up and down like he’s hungry.

“Stop making me try and shag you” You close your eyes almost pleading this time.

“Why you tempted?” Alex asks teasingly.

At that comment you smile and attempt to tease back in your drunk state, “Always tempted around you Alex. Sing me something and I’m yours”

“Baby I’m yours” He quietly sang, and you died inside at how fucking amazing his low voice was now.

“Awh I fucking love that songggg” You whine and both boys smile at you.

“Stop it though” You start again with a grin.

“Stop what?” Alex laughs with wide eyes.

“Being attractive”

Alex smiles and looks you up and down again before saying, “When you do”

You’re about to continue the banter until Miles interiors saying, “Can you two stop with the flirting already?”

You look to Miles and laugh. Bless the poor guy having to watch you drunkenly interact with the guy you’d been hiding your feeling from for years.

“Milesss stop being so jealous. I said if I needed you, I’d booty call you” Which you did tell him earlier.

You thought you’d lost your phone and you asked him to call it for you because Alex had gone to the toilet. That was when the booty call joke came about.

“Oh yeah, after you get off with him twice and then shag some other bloke” Miles points out.

“Don’t bring that up and lower the tone… But I think you’ll find I gave Alex the best pull of his life” You tell him before taking another mouthful of you drink.

“Best pull of his life, ey? Do you agree with that Al?” Miles grins and looks to Alex.

Alex scrunched his face up and shrugged his shoulders. He said to Miles as if you weren’t there, “I mean she’s good but she’s not quite the best”

You scoffed at that and furrowed your eyebrows at him. Miles laughed at your reaction to his statement and said “You’re gunna have to do better Y/N”

You tut before saying, “I fucking will”

And you lean back into Alex and kiss him again. You cup his face once again and you love the way his lips felt against yours.  

This kiss wasn’t quite as intense as it was the first two times and it wasn’t a rushed either. In no way did that mean that it didn’t affect you though, because it really did.

From just the kiss alone it gave you that excited feeling inside your stomach. You felt like you were doing something dangerous yet you never wanted to stop.

You started teasing him with your tongue again but this time at a slower pace. You knew he was enjoying it because you felt him place a hand on your thigh and at certain points you felt his grip tighten.

You only pull away when you hear Miles tapping on the table near you.

Miles starts to tease you as you turn back around to look at him which you take very light heartedly. You knew he was only joking though.

You all slip back into conversation surprisingly easily considering your tongue was just down Alex’s throat. But no one seemed bothered by it, you’re all very invested in your new conversation.

After 5 minutes, Miles gets a phone call which leads you and Alex to have your own conversation for a few minutes. You start reminiscing about high school and all the different stuff you got up to way back when.

You couldn’t believe how much had changed.

You were both that invested in the conversation though that you’d not noticed Miles get up and put his jacket on. That was until he put his hand on Alex back and said that he was “gunna head off”

“Everything okay?” Alex asked him and Miles nodded the phone still to his ear.

“Yeah all good. I’ll see you both tomorrow” He nodded and smiled at you before he rushed out.

Neither you or Alex looked into his behaviour any further as you slipped back into your old conversation.

“Yes, I remember because you pulled her at that party didn’t you” You smiled, remembering the night he was on about.

Alex chuckles at that, “Yeah I think did actually. She was alright from what I can remember”

“Shame that the memory’s been overshadowed by my amazing gifts now” You joke with him sending him a knowing smile.

“Yeah yeah yeah” Alex smiles at you.

“What, the last one not any better for you?” You asked him with a grin.

Alex lent closer to you before saying, “Little bit. Maybe you should try again”

You smile at that before bringing your hand up and lacing it into the side of his hair before pulling him back towards you.

You feel Alex rest his hand down on your thigh again as you continue the kiss and you enjoy everything that’s happening. You let Alex take over his one and as his tongue finds yours you pull on his hair a bit more so he’s closer to you.

Your heart was beating rapidly, and you felt so excited. You loved this feeling. You don’t think you’d ever been this excited to kiss someone in your life.

Alex coaxes a little groan out of you that he feels against your tongue and you feel him smile into the kiss a bit. You don’t even care though because you’re actually loving your life at this moment in time.

You feel Alex hand brush further up your leg a bit and you get more excited than you should about a kiss that’s literally just trying to prove a point. It was all a big joke, but your heart was beating so fast you could hear it.

You forced yourself to pull away because after all it was for a joke. It would be a completely different story if you were kissing and you weren’t trying to prove a point.

After a lot more drinks, you realise that the time is now 1:30am and you both decide it’s time to call it quits.

You both end up in a taxi back to Alex’s and your stay close to him. His arms around you and your resting your head on his shoulder. You’re fairly certain that at one point you both fall asleep.

You open your eyes back up though and see that the meter hasn’t gone up by that much though so you mustn’t have been asleep for long. Alex arm was still tightly around you and you turned into face his neck a bit more.

When you did that though your lips grazed his neck and you drunkenly pushed the boundaries a bit far. You then lightly placed a few kisses up Alex neck until you felt his arm tighten around you.

You moved back a bit knowing you needed to stop. You looked up at Alex to apologise but as you did so he dipped his head down to kiss your lips again.

That resulted in lazily getting off with him in the back of the taxi until the driver had stopped outside Alex’s house. You got out of the taxi in giggles when Alex kept his arms around you as you walked to the door of his house.

You both joked about whilst you got in the house and when you sat down, in your spot, on Alex’s settee you started to calm down.

“I’ve had such a good night” You smile as you slip your boots off.

“Good. Told you LA’s good” Alex says shrugging off his leather jacket and sitting down next to you.

“You look knackered” You giggle looking into his brown eyes. He looked so sleepy and he had a lob sided grin.

“You know me. I’m always tired” Alex says, and you giggle knowing it was true.

You rest your head on his shoulder and sigh. You felt Alex rest his head on yours and you start dozing for a minute or two before you start to feel disgusting.

That’s when you know what time of the night it is.

You pick your head up off Alex shoulder and you feel him lift his head too. You both look around at each other with sleepy eyes and share a smile.

“Thank you for a good night Al” You say with a smile but then shuffle forward to stand up as you say “Imma go make myself be sick now”

“Y/N no” Alex says furrowing his eyebrows and holding your hand, so you don’t move further away.

You turn back and look at him with a smile. It’s adorable that he’s trying to stop you, but you have to go, “I’m going Alex”

“You’re not” Alex says as he pulls you back into his side.

“I am cause if I don’t, I’ll feel angin’ tomorrow” You tell him sitting yourself up again.

“It’s not good to make yourself be sick Y/N/N” Alex protests with a worried look on his face.

“It’s very cute of you to worry, but if I wanna see daylight at all tomorrow I need to do it. So, thanks again” You say before you kiss him on his cheek.

Thankfully that distracts him enough to loosen his grip on you.

“But I’m going” You declare getting up and quickly making your way to the stairs.

“Don’t” Alex says as he starts to get up, but you’re already making your way up the stairs.

Once you get to your bathroom upstairs, you lock the door and you feel sick as soon as you get in there anyway from running up the stairs. So, when you stick your fingers down your throat you immediately start to throw up.

You can hear knocking on the bathroom door in the background, but you weren’t currently that fussed as your head was in the toilet.

“Y/N” You hear Alex say from outside when you stop being sick for a second.  

“Y/N/N let me in” he insists as you rest your head in your hands for a second whilst the vomiting stops for the moment.

You pick your head up and say, “Absolutely not Alex. You’re not witnessing this”

“Y/N” He practically barks at you, but you start to heave again and more of the disgusting coloured liquid leaves your mouth.

This time tears start coming down your eyes too and you’re having trouble wiping them away as you keep your hair back too. But a second later, you feel hands take the hair from the side of your face and you can feel it being held at the back of your head.

You forgot that he had those safety locks on his doors that could be opened with a coin on the other side of the door. In your head you cursed that he’d got in, but you can feel that he’s here to stay. He’d sat himself down on the floor behind you and he was slowly rubbing your back, whilst holding your hair.

You stopped spewing for a few seconds and said “What are you doing in here Alex? I don’t want you to see me like this”

“I’m not leaving you on your own like this” He says, as he continues to rub your back.

“I’m sorry” You say wiping the stray tears from your face.

“Shhhh it’s okay” Alex says as he continued to sooth you.

You just continue to take deep breaths and when you think nothing else is going to come up for a minute or so you flush the toilet and lean back into Alex’s chest.

You close your eyes and you lean your head back against his shoulder. You bring your hands up and wipe your face with the sleeves of your top.

You then hide behind your hands for a second and you hate the fact that Alex has seen you like this.

“Fuck me” You say into your hands.

Alex chuckles at that and says, “I would have done but you’ve just been sick”

You let out a loud giggle at that.

“Well shit I’ve blown it again” You continue to laugh.

“We’ve got the rest of the holiday don’t worry” Alex chuckles before gently kissing the side of your head.

You laugh at that before you take a few deep breaths again. You can feel your heart thudding in your chest really fast and you think your hangover is already starting.

“Give me your hand a sec?” You ask him and when he brings his hand up to yours, you take it and put it on your chest above your heart.

“Am I gunna have a heart attack?” You ask him, pressing his palm down so he’ll feel your heartbeat.

Alex chuckles at your question and you feel him shake his head behind you. “You’ll be fine, you just need to take some deep breaths”

You do as your told and soon enough your heartbeat starts getting a bit slower. You feel loads better than you did before already, but you still didn’t feel right.

“Do you think you’re gunna be sick again or can we move” Alex asks you, his voice soft as if trying to sooth you with his voice too.

“I can feel that there’s more there but I’m getting too warm. Could you grab me a vest top please? There’s loads in my room” You ask him.

The long sleeve top that you had on was starting to feel like a second skin and you just wanted it off.

“Course. I’ll be back in a minute” Alex said before comfortingly kissing your head again and getting up as you again leaned against the toilet.

Alex went into his room to grab a bottle of water that he knew was in the mini fridge he had in there. As he got it out, he cracked it open and had a sip of it first to get rid of his dry mouth.

Alex felt near enough sober again now after comforting you. He’d panicked when you ran up the stairs. He didn’t want you being ill, especially if it was partly his fault that you were so drunk.

As he was about to leave his room, he noticed he already had a vest top out that was clean. It was his old vans one that was still ridiculously comfy to wear. He didn’t mind you wearing it though.

Alex went back to the bathroom and noticed you were once again heaving into the toilet, trying to hold your hair out of your face. He quickly ran back in and held your hair out of your face after throwing the other stuff he brought in on the floor.

You were more important.

When you catch a breath, you’re able to say ‘thank you’ again and Alex smiles and just rubs your back as his reply. He knew how awful it felt to try and speak when you were being sick.

He could feel how warm you were through your top and he knew in that top you must have felt suffocated with the long sleeves.

“You need to cool down love, do you think you can change your top?” Alex said as he kneeled on the floor behind you.

You slowly nodded and Alex let go of your hair so he could get you his top. He heard you flush the toilet as he moved.

He got the top with ease and gave it you. You immediately put it on over to top of your other top which confused Alex immensely.

You then, after some manoeuvres, pulled your other top off from underneath your new one. As you turned to throw the top into the washing basket you noticed Alex’s confusion.

“Not got a bra on, didn’t think you’d wanna see my tits” You tell him.

‘Oh how wrong you were’ Alex thought.

Alex half smiled and watched as you took a couple more deep breaths with your eyes closed.

“Do you hate me yet?” You asked him quietly, your eyes still closed.

“Can you stop?” Alex said sitting behind you again and pulling you against him and he hands you the cool bottle of water.

“I’ve never hated you and I never will. This happens to the best of us” You hear him say as you feel the cold liquid ease your burning throat.

“Why are you so fucking cute?” You say bringing one arm up around to run your fingers through the hair on the back of his head.

“It’s the High Green in me, what can I say?” Alex smiles at your words and the feeling of you playing with his hair.

His comment made you laugh though. Really laugh.

“Okay, like every other guy from high green is like you. You’re the nicest and the best-looking thing to ever come out of High Green Alex. The rest are all fucking angin’” You tell him truthfully.

“Ey, that can’t be true… You grew up there too” Alex tells you and you can’t help but giggle.

“Oh yeah and look at me. Spewing up into your toilet” You say sarcastically leaning forward again because you could feel the last of it moving its way up your throat.

Alex moves with you and takes your hair in his hands again. He makes sure he’s got it all in his hands and then twists it to try and make it easier for him to hold.

“You looked beautiful tonight Y/N” Alex tells you. Still admiring you even now.

“Again, too fucking cute Alex” You say before you take another sip of your water.

You’re both silent for a minute. You just trying to catch your breath and feel a bit better and you focus on Alex playing with your hair to distract you.

“I like you messing with my hair” You say obviously not having a filter.

“I like messing with it” Alex smiles and carry’s on twirling it around his fingers.

You smile at that but then you start retching again. Thankfully after another minute of throwing up, there wasn’t anything more to come up. You were just retching on the air.

You drink some more water before then taking a big mouthful of it and washing your mouth out before spitting it into the toilet. You then sat back against Alex again after flushing the toilet.

After a silent minute you felt a lot better and you’d started to feel tired.

“I’m sorry” You say again.

Alex again scorns you, “I told you, it’s fine”

“Well I’m embarrassed anyway so I wanna say it again” You tell him, taking a few deep breaths.

“Like I said earlier you don’t have to be embarrassed around me” Alex says, and you only now can appreciate him holding you against him.

His hands are on your hips keeping you close to him so he can give you the support that he can offer. He just wanted you to know he was there and also comfort you in a way that wouldn’t make you boiling hot like a hug would.

“Same to you then Al. You don’t have to be embarrassed around me… Not that you ever are though” You say with a little laugh at the end.

“Thanks love” You could practically hear Alex’s smile when he said that.

You take another sip of your water and then release a long sigh.

“You ready to go to bed now?” Alex asks you.

You nod and he slowly releases you from his hold. You go to stand up by yourself but that soon becomes problematic.

You feel wobbly on your feet and Alex can soon tell so he holds you by your hips again to get to the sink. He let’s go of you and sits on the side of the bath as he watches you brush your teeth.

After that’s done, you both head out of the bathroom and you feel Alex hand on your lower back. It was as if he was there to catch you if you fell, which again you thought was fucking adorable of him.

Alex follows you into your room and he sits you down on your bed before saying, “Get into your pyjamas and I’ll be back in a minute”

You do as your told and get into your pyjama shorts as soon as Alex leaves the room. You were freezing now, yet you didn’t want any layers on you. You just stayed in the vest top not wanting to change again.

You quickly grabbed a make-up wipe once you spotted them on the desk where you’d done your make up earlier. You didn’t want to look like the Joker in the morning, so you took it all off.

You were sort of thankful when Alex came back in, in his own pyjamas and he handed you some painkillers and a different bottle of water.

“Thank you” You say softly and take them.

Your head was already starting to bang so you were thankful for the relief that they would soon be providing you.

“Come on, get in bed” Alex says softly to you and you again do as your told.

Alex gets in bed alongside you and you don’t even question it. He’s probably making sure you don’t die in your sleep.

In your hazy state you don’t even judge yourself when you immediately seek Alex’s body warmth. You move over and immediately cuddle yourself into him and let sleep take over.

~*~*~*~

The next day, you silently recovered from your hangover. You didn’t spend much of that day outside and when you did you had to borrow Alex’s sunglasses to take the bright glare away.

At about 11am you felt Alex waking up, so you let him escape from your grip before going back to sleep for another 2 hours.

And when you eventually did rise out of bed you came down in what you slept in. That consisted of pyjama shorts and what you realised to be Alex’s vest top.

When you first came down the stairs, you sat in your spot on the settee and Alex smiled at you from the other one. You immediately shut your eyes and lent back into the seat, seeking its comfort.

“How ya feelin?” Alex asks playfully patronising you and you can hear his smile in his voice.

“Not good” You say before pulling the folded-up blanket off the back of the settee and covering yourself with it.

You get yourself comfortable on the sofa and when you eventually open your eyes again Alex is grinning at you. You shake your head smiling at him because you know you’re an embarrassment.

“I’m so sorry” You groan trying to make up for being a mess.

Alex lets out a low chuckle and you already want to die. Not only did you get off with him multiple times, but you also threw up in front of him and you slept cuddling him.

That was the definition of your messy self.

“It’s fine Y/N/N” Alex smiles and you return the smile.

“Do you want me to go back home?” You ask him with a pout on your lips.

Alex laughs and shakes his head. “Nah, I’d be bored if you left now” He smiles.

“Well I’m glad I amuse you” You chuckle before closing your eyes again and leaning back into the comfy settee.

Alex takes care of you for the first few hours of you being awake. He makes you some toast and got you some painkillers, which did make you feel a bit better.

However, when Miles and Matt come round to watch the football, you get progressively worse. That being because you don’t feel well and because you’re tired.

When they came in you were practically dead on the sofa. You were lay down curled up in a ball with the blanket over you.

Alex had got up to let them in and when the 3 lads walked into the room, Matt started chuckling, “Heard you had a hard one last night Y/N/N”

Miles and Alex followed him in with a grin on their faces. The boys looked at you like you were a comedy sketch.  

“You rough?” Matt followed you and you nodded.

“Yeah” You groaned.

You weren’t really with it today yet at all. You definitely needed more sleep despite sleeping in till like 1pm.

They then got themselves settled down and got their beers ready for the game ahead. You couldn’t think of anything worse to drink currently but you didn’t argue with them. You just stayed silent with your head resting on the arm of the sofa and you tried you best to pay attention to what was going on around you.

Alex was sat next to you on your settee and Miles and Matt took up the other one. They were watching a pre-season friendly game that was being played over here in America. Thankfully though, you weren’t that fussed about it because it wasn’t Sheffield Wednesday playing.

However, Miles was getting extremely into it because it was Liverpool playing some American team you’d never heard of. It seemed like it was a good game considering how excited Miles was getting at the beginning of it.

After about 10 minutes of his shouting, you were getting ratty because you didn’t like the infrequent noise and it didn’t help that you were still tired.

You either needed no noise or constant noise. So, you decided to go upstairs to get your earphones and you grabbed a pillow too.

Whilst you were up there you also changed into some joggers that you’d brought with you so you could stay warm. Sometimes a blanket just wasn’t enough, and you were a creature that craved comfort.

When you returned, Alex had taken residence in the seat that you’d been in nearly all afternoon. You furrowed your eyebrows at him before throwing your pillow at him.  

Alex chuckled at that and but then put the pillow down on his lap. You weren’t even going to question it as you lay yourself back down on the sofa and kept the pillow on Alex’s lap.

“Not to be rude but I either need silence or constant noise so I’m gunna listen to some music” You say as you rest your head down on his lap.

Alex chuckles, “It’s alright. What you gunna listen to?”

You looked from your phone up to him and you shared a knowing look. You listened to their music constantly at home, you weren’t going to stop just because you were here with them now.

Alex smiles down at you knowing what your silence meant and your eyes went back down to your phone. Alex’s eyes travelled there too as he watching you bring up Humbug on your Spotify and press My Propeller.

You then gave Alex another smile before you put the earphones in and closed your eyes listening to their music. You stayed like that for a long while. You knew the boys would be being loud for most of the 90-minute game which you didn’t mind you just tried to fall back to sleep.

After about 15 minutes, you were almost asleep until you heard Miles cursing over the music in your ears. You let out a sigh at that which Alex chuckled at.

He watched as you changed your position on the sofa. Instead of laying on your back you now lay on your side and you were facing him. Your eyes were still closed as Alex watched you fumble about for your phone to turn the music all the way up like you should have just done originally.

Your earphones were the new Apple ones so when you turned it all the way up it was loud enough for Alex to faintly hear it over the sound of the football. Alex again chuckled when he saw you quietly mouthing the words to Dance Little Liar.

Alex watched you for a minute in that state until he felt you relax a bit more. He could see that you weren’t in the right frame of mind as soon as he saw you this morning. The alcohol had definitely had it effect on you despite you forcing yourself to be sick and you were suffering the consequences of dozens of free drinks.

Alex had tried his best all day to make life a bit easier for you. So, he tried again now. He let his free hand go to the back of your head and run his fingertips soothingly through your hair.  

It was needless to say that you relaxed further into his touch and in the next 5 minutes you were asleep. That didn’t stop Alex softly soothing you though, he kept his fingers in your hair hoping that his small actions relaxed you more.

Alex kept repeating his actions as he continued watching the football. The game was quite good and much to Miles’ disappointment then American team were currently winning when it reached half time.

As the adverts came on Miles got up and stormed off to get himself another drink. His ranting was making both Alex and Matt chuckle as the adverts carried on.

Matt turned the TV down a bit because it was pretty loud and then him and Alex settled into a conversation about the first half and the penalty decision that wasn’t given. But halfway through that conversation when Miles came back in Matt muted the TV.

Alex and Miles looked to Matt with furrowed eyebrows because they were confused about his actions. “Why’ve you done that?” Miles asked him but Matt raised his arm silencing him.

“Is she asleep but listening to music?” Matt looked to Alex and motioned toward you.

“Yeah” Alex nodded looking back down at you.

Alex could hear himself singing Crying Lightening through your earphones and it was coming out quite loud. He didn’t know how it wasn’t waking your up.

“Is she listening to...” Matt asked and then pointed between himself and Alex.

A smile then grew on Alex’s face and he nodded “Crying Lightening”

“She’s so funny” Matt chuckled before unmuting the TV.

“She is” Alex smiled looking back down to you. His hand still in your hair as you rested peacefully.

“You gunna ask her out whilst she’s over or what?” Matt asked Alex, which caused him to whip his head back up to look at Matt like he’d just shot him.

“Can you shut the fuck up?” Alex told him.

“Can you answer the fucking question?” Matt shot back.

“She’s right there” Alex motioned down to you laying in his lap.

Matt rolled his eyes at him. “Yeah asleep and has her earphones in on ten thousand decibels”

“They did pull each other last night before she shagged that guy” Miles told him.

“They what?” Matts eyes went wide and he had to look back to Alex.

“Y/N went up to him and pulled him and then he did the same thing to her about two minutes before she got a shag out of that guy. Oh, and she pulled him after too” Miles informed Matt of the new information.

“Alex mate come on. You have to at least ask her this time” Matt told him.

Alex shrugged saying “We’ll see”

Miles grinned at him and said, “She’s definitely up for it. Anyone can see it and you were both flirting a lot”

“Miles fuck off” Alex tells him.

“Nah mate. You weren’t sat with her when you were with that girl... And, she fucking told you to your face that she’d let you get her off. Not to mention you practically eye fucked each other” Miles said seriously.

“Why the fuck didn’t I come out last night?” Matt sighed to himself.

But Miles continued his rant to say, “So stop being a pussy Al. She’s not gunna say no”

“Right, can we just watch the fucking match?” Alex said getting annoyed.

He’d been perfectly fine admiring you from afar for years. And it used to not be from a far. He’d liked you back when you were like 16 but he didn’t want a scandal between school friendship groups, so he just left it.

That night you were drunk at the party just after the first album came out, he really fell deep for you then. And that was the same day he told himself that he needed to stop. For the sake of your friendship he needed to stop and move on.

Which he did. But he would always think you were attractive, and he would probably always fancy you. And 10 years later that was still the case. He thought himself lucky that you were staying at his place for almost a month.

The match came on a few minutes after the talk about you stopped and thankfully the miles and matts attentions returned to it. Alex’s hand returned to your head and continued running his fingers through your hair.

The next 45 minutes passes by relatively quickly and when the match finishes Alex looks back down to you and notes your back to mouthing the lyrics to his songs indicating you were once again awake.

Alex removes his hand from your hair and returns his attention to the tv. He didn’t think you’d want him messing with you whilst you were awake. But he was wrong.

After a second you looked up at him and moving slightly which caused Alex to look back down at you. He smiled noting your lip pouted the tiniest bit and your tired eyes and how you grumpily reached up behind your head to grab his hand and move it back where it was.

He smiled down at you as he continued what he’d been previously doing. You smiled up at him before closing your eyes once more and again silently singing along to Cornerstone.

Before long you knew you weren’t getting back to sleep, so you decided to change the album. You sighed and opened your eyes and started fumbling about for your phone.

The Jeweller’s Hand had just finished playing again and you followed the lead of your earphones to find your phone. You found it between the cushions on the sofa and you paused the music with some force.

“Did I do something to upset you or...?” Alex asked you, noticing your actions towards his album.

You looked up to him and smiled shaking your head slightly.

“Just want a different album on” You tell him before glancing at your phone and putting AM on.

You smiled as Do I Wanna Know started playing. You started mouthing along to the words. You scrolled through your phone for a bit doing that before finding nothing interesting, so you focused your attention back to Alex.

You smiled and continued mouthing the words as he silently mouthed them back down to you. You started silently singing to each other from the lyric ‘Cause there’s this tune I found that makes my think of you somehow’.

You were making each other chuckle whilst doing it because as you mimed to each other you both kept doing some actions. When ‘sad to see you go’ came on you pretended to wipe tears from your eyes and Alex pretended that a tear was trickling down his face.

At ‘baby we both know’ you both did the exact same thing and you motioned between the both of you, which made you both chuckle.

You made a phone gesture with your hand when the chorus came along and you quickly changed that action to you pretending to drink a few drinks. You pointed toward each other when he said, ‘I’m too busy being yours to fall for somebody new’ and when the chorus ended you pointed at each other too.

When it got to the second verse and Alex sang ‘guts’ in your ear, real life Alex went to tickle your stomach which you hastily stopped him from doing. He knew you hated to be tickled so you playfully frowned at him as you restrained his hands.

You chuckled at him and held his hands away from your abdomen. After a few seconds when you knew he wouldn’t go back you released him.

When ‘simmer down and pucker up’ came on you both obviously puckered up at each other which made it difficult to keep singing and to not laugh. You let the face go as you carried on ‘singing’ at each other.

Alex raised his eyebrows suggestively at you when you got to the bit of being ‘on the cusp of trying to kiss you’ but then he shrugged obviously not knowing if you felt the same way he did, like the song said.

‘But we could be together, if you wanted to’ at that point you smiled up at him and shrugged optimistically at him. The song finished itself off and you both carried on the actions

Before you knew it R U Mine started playing and you now found yourself wide awake again and in a good mood.

As the song kicked in you and Alex did the air drum thing like him and Matt did in the video which made you giggle. Especially when Alex did the big drum solo at the start of the chorus.

This caused you to sit yourself up and look round to find Matt and smiles on the other sofa. You pulled your earphones out before dragging out Matts name to get his attention.  

“Y/NNNN” He drew out your name in the same manner, before looking round at you.

“Can you teach me how to play the drums please?” You asked him.

“Why?” He furrowed his eyebrows at you, weary of why you wanted him to teach you.

“Because I wanna be able to do that drum solo in R U Mine and be a cool motherfucker like you” You told him semi honestly.

“Sure but not today” Matt smiled.

You gesture to yourself looking hideous and obviously not feeling to well before you say, “I definitely wasn’t meaning today”

“Well then yeah sure” He said before taking another sip of his beer.

“You don’t want guitar lessons do you Y/N? Alex can teach you a thing or two?” Miles asked you with a smile that you were fairly certain held a hidden joke, but you decided not to bite.

“I can play the guitar so I’m good thanks Miles” You tell him.

“Since when could you play guitar?” Matt asked you.

And almost immediately after Alex asked you, “Thought my music buddy was exclusively piano”

You smile, “Yeah that was until I had a lot of free time with a guitar and nothing better to do”

Miles shrugged at you. “He could teach you a thing or two you never know. He’s good with his fingers” Miles carried on with a cheeky grin.

You chuckled at that before sitting up properly next to Alex and picking up his hand that was closest to you.

“Oh I’ve got no doubt he’s got magic hands” You smirked looking from Miles to Alex with a big grin on your face.

Alex noticed the mischievous look in your eye before you said, “Can make excellent music with them Turner” which was quite innocent compared to how you were looking at him.

Your bottom lip ending up being chewed by your teeth just after your tongue had subtly ran over it. You silently giggled to yourself before letting go of his hand and standing yourself up.

“Anyone want a drink?” You offered politely.

You could see that Alex’s drink was empty, so you reached down to pick up his bottle of beer to take it back into the kitchen with you.

“I’d love one thanks Y/N/N” Matt said, and you went and got his empty bottle as well before heading towards the kitchen.

As you disappeared from their view, Miles looked to Alex and said, “If you don’t, I will”

Miles then received a death stare that he’d never once seen Alex give before. It made both Miles and Matt chuckle which make Alex stick two fingers up at them both.

A minute later you brought back two bottles of Budweiser and your lemonade. You walked to Matt first and handed him his and then you settled yourself down next to Alex again before handing him his drink and taking a sip of yours.

You let out a sigh of relief before asking, “What was the score?”

“Three - Two to the other team” Matt told you and you laughed.

“Why the fuck you laughing? We didn’t want them to win” Miles said with a grumpy look on his face.

“I wanted them to win” You smiled at him innocently. You were actually pretty pleased with the score; you didn’t like Liverpool FC.

“Why would you want Liverpool to lose? They were the better team the whole match” Miles started trying to get defensive about it.

“I think the loss serves you right Miles” You smile at him, knowing it would wind him up more.

You saw him look to Matt, then to Alex, then back to you before asking “What?”

“Well you’re a bit of a turn coat, aren’t you?… You should have stuck with the one team then I may have sympathy” You shrugged before taking another sip of your drink.

“United are shit. Why would I have stayed supporting that” Miles tries to defend himself.

“Doesn’t matter Miles, if they are your team then you stick to it. I’ve not stopped supporting despite the shit they sometimes play” You say sticking up for yourself.

“Woah, I thought you supported Wednesday like us?” Alex asked you with a confused expression.

You nod at him. “Yeah I do… I still go to some home games but I’ve gotta have my Prem team and its always been Man United because of my Dad” You explain.

Miles however obviously wasn’t over it and said, “What a load of bullshit. Do you even watch football?”

“I’ve literally just said that I go to Wednesday games” You smirk at how angry he was getting over it.

Miles then started swearing under his breath as he looked back towards the TV and you were really trying to stop yourself from giggling. You looked to Matt and noticed he was doing the same and then you looked to Alex who had his lips pressed together obviously trying not to let his humour show.

“Look Miles you do you okay? I just don’t see the point in just supporting people who are doing marginally well or have money. I just think if you’ve got a team, stick to it through good and bad” You explain before ending the conversation off with lying back down and using Alex as your pillow again.

As you lay on your back you let your smile slip as you looked up at Alex when you could hear Miles really trying not to bite back. Alex looked down at you and his own smile that he was trying not to let out showed through which made him bring a hand up over his mouth to cover it. You smirked up at him both now silently laughing.

You pressed your hand over your own mouth as you heard Miles get up from his seat. You shared a look of amusement with Alex before you stopped briefly when you saw Miles come over to you both.

Miles lent over the sofa and slapped your forehead which caused you to jump and then hold you head.

“Dickhead” You called him.

Before he left your presence, he clapped a hand down on Alex’s shoulder and said, “She’s all yours mate”

You didn’t know what that was about, but it made Alex stick two fingers up at him and Matt laughed at the whole ordeal.

Your head started banging again which wasn’t fun when it sent your stomach a bit west again. You sat up again for a minute and had a sip of your drink again hoping that would settle it before you curled yourself up into a ball on the sofa and put your head back on Alex’s pillowed lap.

You moved the pillow that lay there a little bit to accommodate your comfort. You let out a sigh of relief feeling a little better, but your head was still a bit sore thanks to Miles.

“You comfy?” Alex asked you with a smile.

You turned yourself over to look at him for a minute before nodding. “Yeah... give me a magic hand Al” You smirked.

Alex grinned down at you before putting his hand down in yours. Needless to say, he wasn’t surprised when you placed his hand on the top of your head prompting him to continue playing with your hair like earlier.

Alex obliged and gave you what you wanted but as you went to put your earphones back in again, he said “I’m not doing this for free. Let me listen to something too”

You rolled back over again and trapped his hand underneath your head to ask, “What do you wanna listen to?”

“I don’t know something that you’ve been listening to… that’s not me” Alex smiles.

“That’s difficult, finding something that you’ll actually like” You say as you scroll through your spotify.

“Why you got One Direction on there or something?” Alex teased.

“Yeah. And what are you gunna do about it Alex?” You shot back.

He just laughed at you before saying, “Absolutely nothing, but please don’t make me listen to One Direction for hours”

“I’ll find something” You smiled before putting an earphone in your ear and giving Alex the other one. He took it from you with a smile and put it in his ear as you rolled yourself back over.

This time you weren’t facing Alex, you were facing the TV instead so you could keep yourself awake whilst you listened to the music. Alex watched as you brought Spotify up on your phone and brought all the albums up that you usually listened to.

Your music taste ranged a lot. You liked to keep with the times, but you also loved some of the old stuff like what you knew your boys in the room listened to. But one album you really loved listening to currently and that was The 1975’s album.

You pressed play on the self-titled album and put your phone down and Alex started trying to listen to it. He couldn’t really hear anything, so he reached for the buttons on the earphones and turned it all the way up.

You smiled at his actions and you relaxed again. You started to aimlessly scroll through your phone when you got bored of the new match that the boys were watching.

If it wasn’t a team you knew, you really weren’t that interested. But you guessed from the guys living over here they had become acquainted with the teams and the players, so it was bound to keep their interest over yours.

As you scrolled through your phone, you forgot that you hadn’t messaged your best friend yet, informing her about last night. You worked out the 8-hour time difference in your head and knew she’d still be up, so you messaged her straight away.

I got a shag last night x

It was on snapchat and within a minute your best friend sent you a video of herself literally screaming which you could just about hear over the loud music.

Just as She Way Out ended, and Menswear started, you could hear the screams more clearly. And when your friend started squealing words you could hear it.

“Oh my god. Y/N I’m so proud, how was he? How was it? What was he big? I need to know everything” She rambled on the first video and you chuckle.

You were about to double tap on her name to reply but then you saw another video come through.

“Oh wait, oh my god, I forgot who you were with. Please please please tell me you shagged Alex and not some American boy. Because if so, I’m so fucking jealous but very happy for you at the same time” She said as she pleaded to the screen as if it was actually you.

You chuckled a bit before taking an ugly selfie of just your face and you typed out the caption:

I’m not that lucky. It was just some American boy x

You sent it not even thinking as Menswear kicked in and Matty’s voice took over your senses again. You closed your eyes once more and waited for the next message to come through.

You were that relaxed that you’d forgot that Alex had an earphone in and heard everything your friend had just said. Upon being very confused by the squealing Alex had looked down at you and noticed it was a video from your friend.

The first video made him want to laugh, but the second he wanted to see your reaction. He watched as you took a picture of yourself and he saw you type back your reply and he was over the moon.

Alex silently observed your whole conversation after that. Just hoping for a little bit of information that gave him an insight into how you felt and if it would be a good thing to ask you out.

And by the way your friend kept setting you up for answers Alex wanted to know, he felt a bit calmer about asking you out at some point whilst you were here.

Your friend had replied to you with pictures of herself now and typed over it.  

Aw no that’s not the news I wanted to hear. I wanted to get the inside scoop of what his dick’s like!!!

Alex felt you chuckle at that before taking a picture of your tired self again and replying:

You will be the first person to know if I ever find out 😂👀

You friend replied pretty quickly after that.

For your sake I hope you find out on your holiday. I know how much you want a piece of that 😏

That made Alex heart beat faster. Was she trying to say that you actually did want to shag him? And if you actually did want to shag him that gave Alex hope.

Not that he wanted you for just that but if you wanted to sleep with him, a relationship wouldn’t be too far out of the picture. He hoped anyway.

You know me ahha😂 if not this time then I’ll have to pray to god that he doesn’t find someone before I turn 30. Then I can marry him and have all the sex I want 😏💍🥳

The relief Alex felt as he watched you type that message out was like nothing he’d experienced before. The fact that you mentioned the pact and it actually sounded like you wanted to stick to it was a relief in itself, but if Alex could snatch you up a year early that would be amazing news.

Your friend replied:

Horny bitch. If you move out there when you marry him I’m definitely coming over xx

You immediately sent back:

And you try and shag my husband? Absolutely not!!!

At that Alex really had to stop himself from chuckling. Possessive over him already and you were even together.

Come on Y/N you’ve gotta share. We could threesome it? Then you don’t feel left out xx

You sent a picture back of yourself with an appalled face and you typed out:

Absolutely not!!! You can have Miles or some American boy x Not sharing something I’ve waited god know how long for! x

You friend replied with a picture of herself with a very pleased face and the caption read

I will happily shag Miles Kane. Could have a foursome though then we can both be happy? And Alex and Miles would definitely be up for that xx

You actually cringed at that thought of Miles coming anywhere near you. After this holiday definitely not. All he gave you were annoying older brother vibes now that you’d spent a lot of time with him.

He was a lovely guy, but you really didn’t want him near you in that sense anymore.

I’m not shagging Miles Kane over Alex Turner you psycho! (And I’ve already asked about them on stage. They are just the best of buddies. Definitely haven’t shagged 😢😂 ) And besides Miles fucking hates me today but I’ll happily set him up with you. He’d be up for that 😏xx

Your friend replied:

I’m not saying have Miles over Alex. I’m saying 4 in a bed and we could all be very happy xxxx

You messaged back immediately turning down the idea straight away.

Absolutely not. You and Miles can have a completely different bed. I’m locking my man away from you.

Y/B/F’s next message came through a minute later and she made you silently laugh with her reply.

You’re boringgggg!!!!!

You type back:

I’m not boring. Just stop trying to shag my husband. You can have your own x

You type over a picture of yourself but then you double tap to turn the camera around and pick your head up off of Alex’s lap to take a video of Miles.

You zoom in a few seconds on him before he looks in your direction and sticks his finger up at you. You chuckle saving the video before sending it to your best friend.

You settle again in Alex’s lap as you wait for her to open it. You feel Alex’s fingers find your hair again and you love the feeling of him dragging his fingers through it.

Her message comes in and it’s a picture of her with a smiley blurry face. Obviously too excited to keep her phone still. Her caption read:

Wow x Why did that get my heart racing? Lmao where’s your man? I swear I only saw Matt near Miles then xx

At that Alex looked back up to the TV where he should have been looking for the past 5 minutes. He notices in his peripherals that you’ve flicked your wrist and are doing the same thing you did to Miles.

Alex looks down and notices the camera zooming in and out on him, so he smiled at your antics. Alex then watches as you send off the video and he returns his eyes to the TV for a second like he’s paying attention, but he quickly pays attention to your phone again.

Why is he a fucking Greek god?!?!?!? Also why the fuck were you videoing from that angle?!?!!!?!?!?!! Are you sucking him off in public? If so I’m so proud xx

You chuckle a bit at that before you click off it and go onto camera again. It’s pointing at you already, but you nudge Alex’s leg with your free hand to get his attention.

You move your phone so your both in the picture and you both smile when you take it. You type back:

Again not that lucky. Maybe if Miles ever went home😂

She replies with:

Omg is he playing with your hair because that’s the cutest shit ever if he is xx

You smile as you reply to that one.

He is x Got him whipped already x Bring on the wedding bells xx

Her reply is instant:

Please you’d like him to whip you x

And she wasn’t wrong about that either.

Wow. You feeling a bit kinky? Do you want me to ask Miles if he’s into that? xx

And you couldn’t help but smile as you opened the message off Y/B/F knowing she’d definitely want you to ask.

Well if you’re really not sharing Alex then yeah x

You giggle at that before you turn the music down a bit before looking up and asking, “Miles are you into BDSM?”

You see both his and Matt’s heads whip round with a puzzled expression. You guess it was a bit random. They were in the middle of watching a football match and you were asking Miles about his kinks.

“Where the fuck did that come from?” Matt asked you completely confused, and you heard Alex laugh behind you.

“I’m just wondering?” You shrugged.

Miles then grinned at you and said, “Tell you what Y/N, I’ll tell you if you tell me what you’re into”

“Fair enough. Go on then” You smile as you crane your neck up so you can see both Matt and Miles with more ease.

“Yeah I would be down for that if someone wanted it” Miles nods.  

And you can’t help yourself but ask him, “And you’d be what? the dom or the sub?”

At that Miles scoffs at you as if you’d offended him by asking.

“Dominant obviously… But someone who’s a little feisty can’t hurt. Makes things more fun” Miles smirks at you and your pleased with that answer.  

You had to stop yourself from squealing at that point. Y/B/F will be over the moon.

You immediately start typing you your reply on your phone, but you get interrupted before you can finish your sentence.

“So, go on then, what’s yours?” Miles asks you.  

You slowly carry on informing Y/B/F on the new information about Miles as you say, “Oh I’d be down for a bit of choking”

“You like to be choked?” Matt asked you as you rolled onto your back again. Adjusting your pillow that lay on Alex’s lap as you did so.  

“Yeah it’s good” You nod still concentrated on your phone.

“Wow, you and Alex have loads in common then” Miles said, and you couldn’t help but smile at that.

Your eyes flicked up to look at Alex’s and you saw him sending a death stare at Miles.

“It’s okay you don’t have to be angry at him. It’s not like I didn’t already know about that one” You tell him as you send Y/B/F the message with a smile on your face.

“And how would you know that?” Alex asks, looking down to you still lay on his lap.

When you make eye contact with him, he looks rather confused about how you’d know that information but to you it was just obvious.

You furrow your eyebrows as you put you turn the volume down on your phone and then throw it on your blanket.

You tell him, “You’ve literally told the world that Alex. It’s in your songs”

“No it’s not” Alex says looking at you as if you’ve just told him a joke he didn’t understand.

You half laugh and half scoff at that comment, “Please. What’s the lyric... ‘I’d probably still adore you with your hands around my neck’ you may have a well have just said ‘oh by the way just choke me please’” You said as if it was obvious.

Alex comes back with, “Could just mean that I’d still love her if she tried to kill me”

At that you let out a loud laugh.

“Alex the chorus is literally you imagining whoever playing with themselves waiting for you. Don’t you dare try and tell me you don’t have a thing for choking because I won’t believe you” You say before you pick up your phone again.

Before you even put in your passcode though, Alex asks “Does everyone actually think that?”

“Yes” You laugh, putting your phone back down. “Why do you think when you went all leather on everyone, everyone started drooling over you?” You ask.

“Because they want a bad boy in a leather jacket to choke them mid shag” You inform him.  

“I don’t believe that everyone thinks that. Surely not” Alex says shaking his head, looking from you back to Matt and Miles who are just grinning at him.

“Do you want me to get proof?” You offer before pausing the music completely.  

Alex nods, “I mean sure because I think it’s just you with a dirty mind”

“I mean you’re not wrong, but you literally sing about a girl fingering herself over you and you expect me to not think the rest of the song is sexual…” You pause looking him in the eye.

“Not happening Al” You say before picking up your phone and giving the device your attention as you say, “Anyway let me phone my friend and she can tell you what she thinks it means”

You all stay silent as you unplug your earphones and put the phone on speaker as it starts ringing. You notice that one of the other boys has turned down the TV too so you know that they must be interested in the answer too.

Thankfully it’s not too long before Y/B/F picks up, “Heyyyy how’s the holiday going?”

You smile hearing your best friends voice again “Hey, it’s really good thank you”

“And how’s the lovebirds” She asked you and you could practically hear her grin down the phone.

That’s how the both of you referred to Alex and Miles because their bromance was better than most love stories.

You laugh at that before saying “They’re fine”

“Awh good. Fucking cuties”, she coos.

You can’t help but smile, “I know they are adorable. But I’ve got a question for you…“

“Ooo okay go on” She says sounding interested.

“Okay so you know 505?” You ask her.

She’s silent for a second before asking, “Did you really just ask if I knew the song we literally play on repeat?”

“Shut up you know what I mean” You try not to laugh, and you start playing with the edge of the blanket at a thread that was coming loose.  

“Right go on, yeah I know the song” She chuckles.

“You know the lyric ‘I’d probably still adore you with your hands around my neck’?” You question her.

“Ugh yeah, the best fucking line in the song” She practically groans.

Your smile widens and you ask, “Yeah, what do you think it means?”

Y/B/F laughs at your question before saying “It means that Alex Turner is a kinky fucker that wants someone to choke him. But Jesus I hope he’s be down for choking someone too and not just getting choked. Get me a bit of that”

You can help the laugh that escapes your mouth and you hear Miles and Matt start laughing too and Alex gives you an unimpressed look. You grin at him because your point’s been proven.

“I told you” You tell him as you look into his eyes.

Alex shakes his head, “Nah I think you’ve both just got your head in the gutter”

“Alex you literally wrote a whole fucking song about a sex position and having sex with someone. I’m not having it that the one like in 505 wasn’t sexual”

“What song?” Alex asks you, clearly not understanding which song you were referring to first.

“If you’re on about She’s Thunderstorms I agree. I love that dirty song”

He shakes his head at you, “It’s not a dirty song”

“Alex... Just listen to me right now. You literally say in that song, ‘lying on her front up against the wall’ then later you say, ‘sounds as if she’s pretty close’. You even allude to her bringing your dark side out so stop denying it. Wouldn’t be surprised if you choked the girl whilst you had her against the wall at this rate” You tell him.

“You sure do read a lot into our songs Y/N” Matt says.

You shake your head, “I don’t. I just listen to the lyrics”

“A little too much if you ask me” Alex tells you and you shake your head at him smiling. He was infuriating.

“Wait am I actually on speaker talking to Alex Turner?” You friend interjects before you can reply to Alex.

“Yeah Matt and Miles are here too” You smile, still buzzing that your points been proven.

“What the...” She starts but then you hear a muffled squeal.

You shake your head embarrassed by her, “You’re a mess. How do you ever think I’m going to let you meet them if you react like this on the phone?”

She comes back to the phone and says, “Just let me get it out over the phone so I’m not a fucking freak in real life”

“Oooo go on let her” You hear Matt say.

You shake your head, “No”

“It’ll be funny” Miles argues Matt’s point.  

“Ugh fine” You say knowing it will more than likely end in your embarrassment.

You instruct her, “Right you’ve got a minute to say whatever you want to them, nothing about the love birds though because apparently that’s not real… Start now”

You hear her panic for a second as she starts but she quickly gets into the swing of things.

”Oh, god, okay, well Alex I fucking love your voice. Your singing and song writing and guitar playing is amazing and I’ll never be over it no matter how many shows I go to. Which will be like forty-eight if you ever decide to write another album again. Hurry up please we are dying over here” She says dramatically which you all have a little silent chuckle at.

“Matt Helders” She announces as her next victim. “I love you so god damn much it’s a joke. I love watching you play the drums and I don’t know why but I just do. I literally forget to sing along at the gigs because I’m trying to figure out how you do everything so fast. You’re amazing honestly best drummer out there” Y/B/F says, and you know that that one in particular came from the heart.

“And Miles Kane. Holy fuck, you are amazing... I love you singing, playing guitar, even just you smiling at the crowd at your gigs. I’ve been to loads… I went to a Rascals gigs back in the day and I literally have the Puppets album on repeat most of the time and Y/N can vouch for that” She says, and you nod your head.

Alex smiles down at you and you smile back up at him. You put your thumb up in the air signifying to Miles that she was telling the truth and Alex silently chuckles at that which causes you to as well.

“So yeah, I just wanna say thank you for creating the best music ever because you guys are literally most of what I listen to and I would die happy if I was listening to your music” She finishes off and your pleasantly surprised that you didn’t get embarrassed by that obvious rollercoaster of emotions.

“That was poetic Y/B/F I agree with it all” You smile.  

‘Thank you’s were sent her way and she seemed to return to normal then. Maybe she did just need a release of the emotions.

After that you go off speaker to talk to her properly for a little while. You’d not caught up properly in a couple of days, so you got it out of your system in this phone call.

However, the topic obviously turned back onto the fact that she wanted to shag Miles. Your laughs and giggles could be heard in the room, but they weren’t bothering anyone as you were keeping control of yourself.

Alex smiled hearing most of them. You had such a funny laugh and when you were smiling away it just seemed to make him happy.

Reminded him of simpler times when you were in your music lessons with each other and you would just make each other laugh to keep yourselves distracted from the impending coursework.

“Do you want me to ask him?” You smiled, asking Y/B/F.

“I mean I do, but don’t because that’s embarrassing if he says no” She says shyly down the phone.

“Miles when your next in Sheffield do you wanna shag?” You ask him with the phone kept to your ear.

“You bitch” You heard her say which made you grin.  

The room was silent for a moment before you heard Miles say, “Well Y/N we could just go upstairs, we don’t have to wait until we’re back in Sheffield”

“Ew no I meant do you want a shag? Not shag me” You say, your eyes widening realising your mistake.

“Did you just say ew to shagging me?” Miles asked you, sounding slightly offended.

But you had no doubt in your mind if you turned and looked, he’d have a smile on his lips.

“Yeah because I don’t want to shag you” You furrow your eyebrows as if it was obvious.

“Then why are you asking me to shag ya?” Miles shot back.

“I’m not I’m asking for my friend” You told him shaking your phone at him.

You chuckle as you hear Miles reply, “Depends. Is she fit?”

“Oh yeah” You told him, and she laughed on the other end of the phone.

“What does she look like?” Miles asked you.

You describe her to him, and she gives you pointers to pass on to him. You tell him what your told and the next thing he asks is, “Do you have a picture?”

“Of course I have a picture of her” You smirk and giggle and your friend starts squealing down the phone.

“Miles go on Instagram and type in...” You start but Miles stops you because he hasn’t got his phone out yet.

Once he’s got it and he opens the app, you tell him to type in her username and he has a scroll for a few seconds.

“Miles fucking Kane just followed my Instagrammm” She screamed down your ear and you giggled at her reaction.

“He’s liking my photos Y/N/N, what the fuck is happening? I’m hyperventilating” She starts and you keep chuckling.

“Miles I think you’ve made her day” You tell him as you put the phone to your chest, so she won’t hear you outing her.

Not that she could hear over her squeals anyway but just in case.

“She still on the phone?” Miles asks.

“Yep” You tell him.

“Put her on speaker again” He instructs, and you bring the phone back to your ear.

“Erm Y/B/F… Miles wants to speak to you. Can you manage that?” You say looking around before your eyes connect with Alex’s again and you both smile at each other.

“Holy fuck. Yes yes. Ah Y/N how do you cope being in a room with these people?” Y/B/F asks you.

“It’s pretty easy” You say as you take the phone away from you ear and you press speaker.

“They just become fucking annoying after a while. You can get bored very quickly” You say as you sit up and you put your phone on the arm of the sofa next to Alex.

“You’re in a room with Miles Kane and you’re bored. Grow up and get over yourself Y/N” She says through your phones speakers.

“Wow I like her already” Miles smiled at you.

You let them chat for a little while and it quickly turns flirty. You were always envious how she could practically flick a switch and she was ready to flirt in a second. In real life you couldn’t do it that well, but you always got your practice from over the phone with Alex.

And you guessed from last night, he just brought out that side of you from the amount of times you kissed.

Soon enough the conversation you, Alex and Matt were overhearing became too much for others to be hearing. You lean over Alex and pick up your phone from the arm of the sofa.

“Right enough of that” You interrupt their flirting. “I can’t booty call him if you carry on” You smirk towards him referring to your joke at the bar.

Miles puckers his lips at you and blows you a kiss and you chuckle as Y/B/F says over the phone sternly, “Don’t you fucking dare”

“Why not he promised me a good time? You’r-“ You start, but your joke is soon interrupted.

“Absolutely fucking not. You can’t have everything… Over there staying in Alex Turner’s house. Matt Helders is your best friend and now you wanna shag Miles Kane. Fuck right off” She tells you and you tried not to laugh.  

“Jesus, I was only joking. Possessive much?” You joke back to her as you put your phone down on your lap.

She scoffs at you, “When you’re literally living a dream I’ve had… Yes. I’m very fucking jealous”

You can’t help but laugh at that comment before asking her, “Well how was that conversation for you anyway?”

“In truth Y/N. I. Am. Wet” She said and the whole room burst out laughing.

“They all heard you say that” You say, and you put your head down on Alex’s shoulder as you both still laughed.

“You bitch, I thought you took me off speaker” She says and you giggle more.

“I never said I did that I just asked you how that was” You tell her as you pick your head back up.

“Brilliant just brilliant. How can we embarrass you whilst we’re on speaker” She ponders.

“Oh, I don’t think anyone’s embarrassed by you admitting that we all already knew. Phone fucking each other with others listening. Terrible” Alex half tells her and half chuckles.

“Was that Alex?” She asks seriously.

You smiled and said “Yeah”

“Fuck” Y/B/F says lowly but then comes back to full volume to plead, “Alex hun, please keep talking”

You chuckle at that understanding her obsession with his voice even though you grew up in the same place as had a similar accent. His was just deeper and gruffer, so you got to enjoy it too.

“Why does every female love your voice. I just don’t understand it” Matt looks to Alex and asks, and you watch as Alex just shrugs with a smile.

Y/B/F comes back with another question, “Was that Matt?”

You again confirm that she was correct, but then she says, “Fuck me”

You hastily interject, “Fuck off he’s engaged and is having a baby. We’ve established you can have Miles. Do not even think about precious Matt”

“Nooooo I didn’t mean it like that I forgot he was there you psycho. You know he’s my favourite” She says, and you can almost picture her face as she says it.

You saw Miles face drop and you let out a laugh, “Miles isn’t best pleased you just said that”

“I mean from the Arctic Monkeys. From The Last Shadow Puppets... Miles you’re hands down my favourite” Y/B/F back tracks.

You knew full well who her favourite was, but you wouldn’t dig a hole for her.

“Absolutely shot yourself in the foot there” Alex chuckled.  

“Alex Turner shut the fuck up and get choked” Y/B/F shot back, and your eyes widened not expecting it.

Everyone else in the room seemed shocked by it too but your glad Alex found the funny side to it and said back with a smile, “You know I would but there’s not an abundance of people offering”

“Y/N’s into that. She’d be down” Y/B/F told him, and you wanted to hang up there and then.

She knew far too much about your feelings for Alex and this was dangerously close to revealing it. But you knew she was only messing so you’d let the first comment slide.

“Thanks for that” You say looking at your phone disapprovingly as if she could see you through it. “Miles when you go see her make sure you wear a belt. She’ll make use for it”

“You bitch” You hear her try not to giggle.

“Eye for an eye bitch” You laugh back at her.

Matt then comes back into the conversation saying, “Wow women get very aggravated about sex”

“It’s the frustration” Alex said which made you giggle.

You shook your head at him as you got yourself back into your position like before and lay yourself down on your back and rested your head on the pillow on his lap.

“Y/N can’t be that frustrated she only got a shag yesterday” Miles points out and you roll your eyes.

“Y/N how are you not frustrated with all these voices. I’m dying here” She half whispers but you don’t see the point knowing everyone could hear her anyway.

You put your phone down on your chest as you explain, “Well for a start Miles is Scouse so that does nothing for me. Alex’s voice sends me to sleep and Matt just speaks fast like me”

“Alex Turner’s voice does not send you to sleep. I know that for a fact” Y/B/F says.

“Alright then it depends what he’s saying” You say before you look to Alex and smile.

“Oh, I know what you want him to say” She says, and the smile falls off your face immediately as you look back to your phone.

She immediately carry’s on and thankfully doesn’t give time for anyone to question that, “But I agree. Matthew Helders you are amazing. Don’t ever change. But I don’t agree with your opinion on Miles Kane. What do you have against this man?”

You laugh at that before saying “Please top saying their last names. There’s not 5 of them”

“Sorry, like you don’t say Alex Turner about 50 times a day when you’re at home” She says, and you roll your eyes.

“I have about 20 friends called Alex… I have to specify” Which was true, not quite 20 but you had 3 Alex’s that you worked with. A few old friends called Alex, and another was your cousin.

“You don’t have to specify when we’re listening to the Arctic Monkeys” She makes a valid point, but you come back with your own paint.

“Then you don’t have to specify when you’re on speaker and they can hear you talking. You’re so embarrassing” You sigh, half laughing a bit.

Y/B/F chuckles before she gets a bit defensive. “I’m embarrassing. Okay. I’ll embarrass you now when I tell Alex about that time y-“

“Did you just hang up on her?” Matt asks.

“Yeah” You say before putting your phone back down.

Alex chuckles and asks, “Why?”

“Because I don’t know what she was going to tell you all” You say looking anywhere but at Alex.

“Why have you got a dirty secret you can’t share about Alex?” Miles teases you.

“No” You lie. You had a lot.

A minute later you get a message through from Y/B/F and you can see that it’s a screenshot.

You open it and see that Miles has messaged her on Instagram asking:

What were you going to tell Alex? x

You quickly reply: Don’t you fucking dare

But it’s too late you hear Miles laugh. You immediately sit up and take the seat back next to Alex as look over to Miles. Your sudden movements obviously caused Alex and Matt to look between the both of you expectantly too.

“Y/N you’re a dirty girl… You think about Alex whilst you have sex with people” Miles said and your stomach dropped.

You felt ill. You knew exactly what she told him.

“What the fuck has she said to make you think that?” You furrow your eyebrows putting on your best poker face.

“Apparently…” Miles begins to tease. “You had sex with someone whilst you listened to Arctic Monkeys” And with that statement you knew that one of your worst nightmares had just come true.

You keep your poker face pretty well, pretending to look confused as you say, “Doesn’t mean I was thinking about Alex… Could have thought about my sweet O’Malley or you know, the guy I was actually shagging”

“The guy’s name was Alex” Miles drops the bomb on you all and your face drops with it. Miles grins at you knowing it was true then.  

“She’s a twat” You say before you actually message her telling her she is one.

“You definitely had sex with some guy and pretended he was Alex” Miles starts going in on you. You hated to be teased about your emotions. Even more so when it came to Alex.

“Stop it, no I didn’t” You squeaked in embarrassment. Quite obviously lying.

“So, your trying to tell us that you didn’t think about him once. Throughout the whole thing” Miles pressed on and you

“His voice was literally in my ear; I can’t say that” You stumble your words trying not to lie but also not confirming the truth.

“Aha whatever” Matt said grinning which caused you to look to him and then you accidentally looked to Alex who was looking at you and you could see he was trying to hold a smile back off his face.

You then immediately start defending yourself, “No it’s not like I put the music on… We were chatting at the bar earlier that the night and he said he liked your music and then I said same and then he put his playlist on when I went to his and it stayed on. That’s not my fault”

They all laughed at you rambling and you wanted to die.

Especially when Miles carried on and said, “Your mate’s outing you here. She said ‘Don’t let her say that she didn’t because she said he was shit and she wanted to make it more interesting for herself’”

“She didn’t just say that to you” You mumbled as you covered your face with your hands. You couldn’t believe you were being outed so badly.  

You felt Alex bring his arm around you and you could hear him chuckling as you continued to hide. He pulled you into his side and said, “Awh Y/N if it actually was me you wouldn’t be bored. I can assure you that”

You let out a sigh before you said, “I know. You’d choke me for a start”

You obviously were too shocked to control your mouth because when you realised what you just said you wanted to die all over again. You guessed humour was your defence mechanism in this face.

“You been thinking about it?” Alex teases you.

You bring your head up out of your hands and you know your cheeks are hot when you make eye context with him and joke, “Everyday”

Alex laughs at that and you do too. You rest your head on his shoulder still embarrassed but thankfully your embarrassment is cut short as your phone starts ringing.

“Excuse me” You say as you get yourself out of Alex’s grip and stand up. “Imma just murder my best friend”

You answer the phone and say “You’re a cunt”

She laughs down your ear and as you begin to walk out of the room you tell her, “Tell you what, you won’t be laughing when I fuck Alex, but not only him I’ll fuck Miles and Matt too, then when I get back I’ll phone Jamie and Nick and I’ll shag them too, and you’ll just die alone”

You heard the boys chuckle behind you before you disappeared off up the stairs to your room.

Once they know you’re out of earshot, Matt looks to Miles before telling Alex, “You have to ask her now”

Alex smirks a bit because today had probably given him the best news ever so whilst he’s in an uplifted mood Alex answers, “I will”

And it was needless to say that his answer made Miles and Matt very happy.

About 15 minutes later, you returned down the stairs still on the phone and you sit yourself back down in the seat next to Alex. He notices you don’t look quite as flustered, but you also couldn’t quite keep the smile off your face.

“So, tell me about this American boy, what was his name? What was he like? Did you get his number?” Y/B/F beings to pry about last night’s antics.

“He was called Sam. And no, I didn’t get his number because he was a shitty guy” You tell her putting your phone down on your lap again.

“What? He wasn’t a good shag?” You best friend asks slightly confused.

You shake your head smiling as you look down at your phone. “I didn’t say that, he just was rude after” You say.

“In what way?” She pays.

You eyed Matt and Miles who were listening to you and you had to redirect your answer, “You know that guy who I met in the bar when we went to Manchester?”

“Oh yeah. Fucking prick” She says and your thankful she remembers so you don’t have to explain.

“Well it was the same sort of thing” You tell her, your smile disappearing for a moment.

You can almost envision her sympathetic face as she says, “Aw shit Y/N/N, I’m sorry”

“It’s okay. Least this one was actually a decent shag” You try and look on the brighter side of the situation.

“Well that’s good at least. So, tell me what happened then? What did he do? I need dirty details” She asks you getting excited, and your about to start telling her before you realise who you’re around.

You look up and look around the boys before asking them, “Do I need to leave, or will you guys just try and overhear me if I tell her in the kitchen? Because I’d rather just tell you instead of you earwigging”

“I wanna know” Miles chirped in and Matt nodded. You then looked to Alex and he smile at you and shrugged.

“Okay then” You smile before looking back down to the blanket that lay over your knee once more. There was no way you could tell her his story if you were looking at them the whole time you did it.

“So we were at the bar and we were flirting for a little while before he asked if I wanted to go somewhere quieter” You say and you could already hear her squealing at the end of your sentence.

“And you said yes because you’re a horny little minx” She helps you out with your story and you just giggle accepting her comment as she gave them.

“Yeah, so he took me up the stairs and led me into the staff room and then locked the door behind us” You gave her the details knowing she would want them.

“And then…” You paused for a second trying to figure out how to describe it to her “Then, Y/B/F, you know in Fifty Shades where he pushes her against the lift, and it’s fit as fuck?”

“Yeah” She practically gasped and you can hear her getting excited and you smile.

You giggle and say, “Well yeah he did that and pushed me up against the door and was kissing me like Christian Grey, so I was thinking holy shit this is going to be fun”

“I love it already” She giggled and so did you.

“It gets worse before it gets better” You inform her as you play with the thread on the blanket.

“Oh god no” She says, and you close your eyes feeling a tad embarrassed by it, but you carry on.

“So yeah he did that, but I had my drink in my hand, so I obviously drop it and it goes all over the floor and smashes” You tell her.

“Shit” Y/B/F says.

“Yeah so it went everywhere but he’s still getting off with me so I can’t do anything about it. But it literally went all over the bottom of his jeans and he was a little bit fuming because he got slightly rougher… but I was not complaining” You end up breaking out into a full grin.

“I bet you weren’t” Y/B/F interjects, and it causes you to giggle as you raise your eyebrows as if you were innocently trying to brush it off.

“So yeah anyway after that he moves me away from the smashed glass and-“, You tell her but she interrupts you.

Y/B/F guesses, “Wait wait wait, let me guess you give him the best blowjob the guys ever had?”

“Well that is what they all say but no, this guy didn’t get special treatment” You continue to laugh, before you now start cleaning your phone screen of the finger marks, you’d left on it.

Anything to take your attention away from what you were telling her.

“Awwww” She complains. “Would you have made him wait or would you have been nice to this one?”

“Am I nice to any of them?” You grin playing with a pull string at the top of your joggers.

“No, you’re a nasty tease” She says which causes you to smirk.

“Well then there’s your answer. I’d of definitely made the dickhead wait though” You laugh.

“But yeah anyway, so there was a sofa in the room and he practically throws me on it, which was fun. And yeah after we got off a bit more”

“Oh yeah I can see where this is going” Y/B/F says in a knowing voice which makes you grin.

You laugh at her but then you look up from your phone and realise where you are again. You look to the 3 men surrounding you and feel your cheeks heat up again as you start nervously giggling.

“I forgot who I was telling this sorry in front of” You say, hiding you face with you free hand.

Y/B/F boosts your confidence though by saying, “Embrace it. And it gives Miles some pointers for when he shags me because we like the same stuff because we’re practically the same person”

“You’re on speaker you idiot” You tell her as everyone around you chuckles.

“I don’t need pointers love I’ll just fuck you till you can’t move” Miles calls to Y/B/F but your jaw drops.

“Ew I was just briefly attracted to Miles Kane” You cringe a little but say loud enough for Y/B/F and the rest of the boys to hear.

At that your friend laughed and Miles got offended again, “What is actually so wrong with me?”

“Nothing Miles, you’re fine your just more of an uncle knobhead to me” You tell him in the kindest way possible.

“Daddy to me” Y/B/F said down the phone and your eyes went wide and you gasped a little bit.

Miles smirked and Matt and Alex started laughing loudly.

“Fuck me, I’ll fly her out here right now” Miles says before pulling down on the neck on his top as if it was suddenly too tight for him.

“Yes” Y/B/F cheers “Then we can foursome now you’re down Y/N” She says and you yet again want to die.

“For fucks sake” You say at the same time that Miles asks, “Foursome?”

Matt looks around you all with wide eyes. Alex just has an amused smirk on his face.

“No Y/B/F. Stop trying to shag me” You joked to your best friend.

She scoffs laughs, “Please, you know who I wanna shag”

“Wait who’s in this foursome?” Miles asks you, seeming very interested.

You shake your head as you tell him, “This foursome isn’t happening, but she wants it to be you, me, Alex and her”

“Oh yeah” She says down the phone and you shake your head as if she can see you.

“It’s not happening” You tell her sternly.

“Why not? Milex is definitely real and If I’ve already shagged Miles at that point and you fake shagged Alex once and you just found Miles fit then, then what’s the real difference” Y/B/F says as if any of that is enough to endorse the foursome.

“The difference is I’m not shagging my best friend with The Last Shadow Puppets” You tell her.

But then Matt points out., “I think you mean you’re not shagging The Last Shadow Puppets with your best friend”

“Who put a penny in you?” You asked him with wide eyes. He was not helping your situation.  

“Just wondering where my invite is?” Matt said with a smirk.

You shook your head at him, but Y/B/F got a tad excited saying, “Fuck me. Matt you were invited all day, any day! Bring Breana too because she’s fucking beautiful”

“For fucks sake, how did this go from me getting a shag to us planning a sixsome?” You interject trying to make sense of everything.

“Give the people what they want” Y/B/F tells you.

You say in a stern voice, “No”

“Oh fuck off. You actually spoil things. Alex choke her to death” She tells him, and you want to again die when you make eye contact with Alex and he grins at you.

At this point, you just closed your eyes and buried your head in the sofa.

“Anyway” You say loudly trying to get back on topic.

“Yes, anyway, you were about to get head off barman Sam” Y/B/F announces.

“Yeah I was” You chuckle knowing she’d know.

“And how was that?” She asks you and you open your eyes and look at your phone as if she was there before telling her.

“Pretty good actually, he knew what he was doing” You say smiling, but then you looked up to see the guys smirking at you.

“Fuck, right, I’ll tell you more about that when I get home” You close your eyes again not being able to stop smiling.

You could practically see her pout as she asked, “Aw no why?”

“Because I’m being stared at by the boys” You said as you opened your eyes to see them all still grinning at you.

“They’re just jealous” Y/B/F tells you.

You laughed at that and said “Well yeah anyway, after that we started shagging on the sofa but that obviously wasn’t good enough for him, so he picked me up mid shag. And I was thinking ‘oh my god where are we going’ and then he started fucking me against the wall”

“Ahhhhhh I’m so jealous” She squeals down the line.

You shrug but smile at your phone, “I mean you shouldn’t be; he was a prick after”

“You know what I mean. Just jealous of you having sex” Y/B/F tells you and you chuckle.

Miles then chips in and asks Y/B/F, “Are you sure you wanna shag me and not Y/N?”

“I mean the foursome sounds good but no Miles, I’ll take you over her” She betrays you.

“Wow, I see where your loyalties lie” You say in an offended tone but you’re grinning.

She scoffs back, “You’d rather shag Alex over me so you’re a bitch too”

“I mean yeah, he’s male for a start” You furrow your eyebrows, but don’t look to Alex.

Y/B/F comes back in a slightly offended tone with, “You don’t know what I can do with my fingers and my tongue”

“Yeah but I’m sure Alex has had plenty of practice with his fingers and his tongue” You half flirt as you look up to Alex with a small smirk and you like watching the smirk appear on his face as you continue to tell Y/B/F, “And I am perfectly fine not knowing what you can do with yours thanks”

Matt then grabs your attention with his question, “Do you guys always talk about sex like this?”

“Like what?” You ask him.

“Tell each other everything?” Matt confirms.

“Oh yeah, she knows what I like more than I do” You nod with a grin.

“And what do you like Y/N/N” Alex smirks, as if he didn’t already know from what you asked each other on the phone the past few years.

You’re about to flirt back but Y/B/F gets there first, “Well you could say that she likes her gentlemen not to be gentle”

You burst out laughing at that because if your honest it was completely true. For both you and her.

Matt groaned at the clear reference, Miles bursts out laughing too, and Alex could be heard chuckling away.

“You never told me by the way” Y/B/F says as the laughter dies down.

“Wait let me guess... You’re gunna ask ‘was is a Mecca dauber or a betting pencil’?” You guess.

“Yeah I fully was as well” She tells you and you laugh.

“For fucks sake. You are never meeting my friends” You shake your head looking around all the laughing boys.

“I mean we’ve just arranged a sixsome so I will be doing” She says and more laughter comes from Matt.

“Nope” You assure her.

“Yes”

Before she can carry on your say, “Bye Y/B/F”

“Wait no you never told us” She calls through the phone making you pause.

“Told you what?” You ask thinking you’d missed some part to your story.  

“Mecca dauber or a betting pencil? I’m guessing Mecca because you enjoyed it” She tells you and you laugh before murmuring a few profanities under your breath that only Alex seems to hear as he chuckles a bit.

“Hey, it’s not about the size, it’s about what you can do with it… Isn’t that right lads” You say completely deferring from answering the question.  

“You said that like any of us have small dicks” Matt says narrowing his eyes at you as if you’d offended him.

You were taken aback for a brief moment before saying in a helpless tone, “Well I don’t know, do I?”

“Well we can assure you none of us do”

“Okay first, I didn’t need to know that. And second, do you perv on them often Matt?” You can’t help but smile at the latter half.

“Fuck off” Matt says before sticking two fingers up at you. “Being on the road for however many years means you see a lot of shit Y/N”

“I went on the road with you, you dickhead. You were all fine then, I didn’t see anything” You say recalling some fond memories of you being on the tour bus with them.  

Matt nods sarcastically “Yeah that was because you were there. We actually made a bit of an effort to keep ourselves decent around you”

You roll your eyes at him. “Oh, such gentlemen” You say sarcastically.

“Bet they aren’t gentle though” Y/B/F chips back in quickly which causes everyone to laugh.

“For fucks sake” You giggle as you look around at the laughing boys.

When you’re all settled again, Y/B/F asks, “So how was the rest of the night anyway?”

“Yeah it was really good” You nod as if she could see you. “All fun and games” You tell her as you look around the stunning room you were in again.

Y/B/F confirms with you, “You were all on the pull, right?

“Yeah” You tell her.

“Amazing. How many people did Miles pull?” She asks nosily.

“None as far as I’m aware, but he left a bit earlier so that’s fair enough” You say and Miles nods to you and you smile back.

Y/B/F carries on prying, “Yeah that’s fair enough. How many did Alex pull?”

“Ha, just the one” You can’t help but giggle.

You cover your mouth quickly though silencing yourself as he looks to you with raised eyebrows.

Y/B/F asks excitedly then, “Oh my god did you beat him? How many people did you pull?”

You let out a little laugh before you say, “Two”

“Does that include barman Sam?” She asks you.  

“Yeah” You then laugh again but you look away from Alex. God, he makes you so nervous in the best way.

“Why are you laughing? Was the other guy better pull or something?” Y/B/F asks you.

“Yeah the other guy was pretty good. I recon I gave him the best pull of his life” You giggle as you look to Alex and he’s smiling with his eyebrows raised.

Miles started laughing at that and you couldn’t get the grin off your face.

“Why didn’t you shag him then?” She asks confused and you again laughed before hiding your face into the sofa again.

“Because I threw up when we both got home” You laugh still hiding in the sofa. You hear Alex laugh at that too which makes you feel a tad better about your joke.

“Wait what!?” She asked and you could tell it just clicked in her head.

You continue laughing just before she said, “Y/N are you telling me tha-“

But you interrupted still laughing saying, “Right Y/B/F I’ll text ya later. Love you, byeeeee”

“Y/N did y-“ She started before you hung up on her.

“Jesus Christ” You sigh throwing your phone onto the sofa in between you and Alex.

“I wanna meet her” Matt says, and you shake your head.

You chuckle, “After that never”

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From Breakup to Make Up

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» Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader (female OC) [feat. Kim Yugyeom]

» Genre(s): SMUT, Angst, Romance, & Slight-Fluff (if you squint near the end)

» Warning(s) & Rating: Toxic Relationship, Swearing, BDSM Themes, Dom/Sub Themes, Thigh Riding, Unprotected Sex, Fingering, Orgasm Denial, and Dirty Talk / 18+

» Word Count: 6.5K

» Summary: After reading a dating rumor article, Jungkook couldn't help but feel pissed off. It has been known for over a month, among friends and colleagues, that the two of you are a hot item, so why are you stepping out with his close friend, Kim Yugyeom? Fans have always known about his infamous temper, but no one has ever seen it―not even you. What will happen between the two of you once you get home, and Jungkook accuses you of cheating? Will this finally be the breaking point to your guys' relationship? Or perhaps―will a specific activity save the love the two of you bear for one another?

Breaths are heavy and sporadic. The insanely jealous man intensely stares at each sentence, drinking in every word that the website displays front and center. Many questions flood Jungkook's mind with each passing second. Questions like "when did they meet?" "where did they find the time to go behind his back?" and most importantly— "how could she do this to me?" This foreign feeling seeps into his heart as well the pit of his stomach. Something is going to happen, and he might not have a girlfriend at the end of this.

His hand balls into a fist; his grip tightens, causing his knuckles to turn practically white. He is so close to throwing his laptop at the wall. He can feel his blood boiling as if he's sitting in a pot over a huge flame. That's how pissed he is. This unspeakable betrayal between him and his supposed close friend and soon-to-be ex-girlfriend. What happened?

A low growl emits from him as Jungkook slams his device shut and shoves it away from him. He tilts his head back; his eyes land on the dull-colored ceiling. His heart pounds against his chest as even darker thoughts invade his mind. Nothing is worse than a man's insecurity.

It is one of the more well known "secrets" throughout the fandom that Jungkook experiences insecurities. What person doesn't? However, underneath his arrogant yet strong façade lies a scared man—a worried man.

Sure, his devilish looks could easily land him any girl he wants—desires, but his shy personality…yes…his shy personality is his kryptonite. Hence, why he never pays attention to girls. He always has his eyes on his career, and that's it—no room for distractions. Then, one fateful day, that changes.

You magically appear in his life. L/N Y/N. Something about you bewitches him. How is it possible that one marvelous woman can deter his focus away from everything and everyone? How is it possible that you can take his eyes off of IU, and everyone in the KPOP world knows that he is a massive fan of her? What makes you so unique?

Simple…while the world sees him as Jeon Jungkook, a member of the worldwide sensation group, BTS, you simply see him as Jeon Jungkook, the annoying brat your younger sibling so happens to be close friends with.

That's how you are thrust into the world of cameras in your face 24/7. Random strangers coming up to you and asking if your sibling could follow them on Instagram and Twitter. Endless amounts of requests. That's what fills up your day. Evenings too.

However, knowing that you're perfectly happy with being with him is more than enough for Jungkook.

So, what happens now?

What…happens…now?

The sounds of a door opening pull him out of his plaguing thoughts. Jungkook closes his eyes; his breath slowly leaves his nostrils.

"Jungkook?! Babe?!" a melodious voice echoes throughout the quiet condo.

Then, footsteps.

Jungkook's eyes instantly snap towards the bedroom door as it makes an annoying—slow—creak.

“So, this is where you've been hiding. I thought you would've been locked up in your man cave." He hears you tease as you slowly close the gap between yourselves, your house slippers hitting the carpet softly.

Just as you reach out to pull him into a loving hug, Jungkook steps back; his eyes narrow down on you.

The cold stare penetrates your warm ones as an uneasy feeling fills the bedroom as the clock that hangs on the wall slowly ticks away.

Your gaze continues to linger on his as your mind tries to figure out what has him so riled up.

The more your lips remain shut, the more Jungkook's anger meter rises.

He must get his temper in control or else he will say or even worse…do something he'll regret for the rest of his life. His eyes slowly close; the air in his lungs exit through his nose.

He steps backward, away from his leading lady, before his entire body spins around ad his back now faces you.

Your brow rises, finding his action rather odd. You reach out; your hand touches his bicep, resulting in Jungkook's muscle tensing underneath your burning touch. His attention flickers onto you for a split second before he shrugs your delicate fingers off and continues walking towards your shared closet.

You do a double-take as a soft scoff exits your lips. What just happened? You don't remember to do anything recently that would've pissed him off. Your eyes shift from one corner of the room to the other as your brain goes into overdrive, trying to decipher your boyfriend's sudden moodiness.

Then, your phone vibrates in your back pocket as if someone miraculously answers your prayers.

You reach behind you, your fingers grazing the semi-warm case that protects one of the most prized items you own. You hook your fingers around the device and pull it out of your pocket. Your thumb presses firmly on the home button, initiating the fingerprint lock that you absolutely love.

The second that your phone unlocks, a soft smile graces your lips as the image of Jungkook kissing your cheek displays brightly behind the many apps your phone has installed.

Before you could get too sentimental over the picture, you quickly check your notifications, noticing that you have received a text message from Yugyeom.

Tiny crinkles form on your forehead as your eyes scan the context of the message. You mumble some of the words that stand out to you. Dating? A mutual friend?

A light chuckle leaves your lips as you find the supposed dating article a joke. Do these news reporters have nothing better to do? How can they "announce" that you're dating Yugyeom when a few months prior, the same idiotic reporters announced that you and Jungkook are indeed a hot couple and have been for almost a year.

Yet, how can he turn around and say that you're currently dating Yugyeom? The same Kim Yugyeom of the group, GOT7. The same Kim Yugyeom that has been your friend way before Jeon Jungkook appeared in your life. The two of you are nothing more but close friends. What's even funnier is that Yugyeom is technically the reason why you and Jungkook are happily together—or at least…were happily together.

After seeing Jungkook storm away from you, you honestly have no clue where the two of you stand. This endless ocean of confusion enters your body and soul as you remain frozen where you stand.

Your heart says to talk to him and try and reason with him that what he has read is nothing but lies concocted by reporters who love to stir up shit. On the other hand, your mind says to simply leave him and be and just walk away. Sure, it's the cowards way out, but honestly, whenever the two of you have your rare spats, they're horrific. Shouting. Screaming. Yelling. That's what the matches consist of out calling the other as the two of you desperately try to explain your side of the story.

Why haven't you guys break up?

Ah—yes—the million-dollar question. Why haven't you guys call it quits? What exactly is holding the two of you back from finding someone who would probably treat you much better? Someone who wouldn't engage in a screaming match with you. Someone who doesn't walk away when the fighting becomes rough.

The answer is simple. You didn't want someone else. You didn't want a cozy relationship. Jungkook is the perfect example of what you always find perfect in a guy. He displays two different sides to him that still leaves you guessing. He always keeps you on your toes that every date the two of you share is new and exciting. He gives you this unexplainable rush that you desperately need—desire.

With a look of determination, you firmly nod to yourself as you walk towards his closet.

You near the open door and see shirts fly out of it. Black shirts. White shirts. All of them flying out as if someone cast a spell on them.

You quickly duck out, nearly dodging a piece of clothing as a hint of arousal glaze over your eyes the second your brain registers his perfect chiseled back.

You see, some of his muscles tense slightly as he reaches up and pulls a long-sleeve from its hanger.

Jungkook messes with the shirt before deeming it worthy of going out in. He slightly turns, giving an almost perfect view of his torso.

Your mouth forms a tiny "o" as you continue to eye his well-toned body. God, how desperate you are to run your fingers over his stomach—feeling the six-pack that developed from exercising so damn much. Don't you love dating a muscle head?

"What do you want?" You hear Jungkook ask coldly, pulling you away from your dirty thoughts.

Your gaze meets his; his eyes become slits and icy cold. Your breathing grows uneven, but you instantly terminate that nervous feeling.

You take a step in front of him, blocking his way, and say,

"I want you to listen to me."

Jungkook scoffs, "Listen to what? Listen to you tell me that the article is lying when you and I both know that Yugyeom is more than just a "friend." Yeah, fucking right, Babe."

He then steps around you and walks back to the central area of the bedroom.

Now, it's your turn to scoff. You stare at your boyfriend's retreating backside as a loud growl leaves your lips.

You walk back to the main area as well, only to see him grabbing his wallet and leaving the room.

Then, out of pure anger, you shout,

"Fine! Retreat like a fucking coward! The minute you walk out of that door, we're officially done!"

Something about that statement didn't sit well with him. Hearing that phrase makes his heart tighten and not in the right way. Jungkook stops in his tracks and then turns around.

He makes his way back into the room, his hand practically shoving the door open. The second he enters back in the room, he notices this blank expression written on your face.

"What did you just say?" He asks, his face unreadable.

Your eyes, blazing with a fiery rage, lock onto his.

"You heard me. I'm done with whatever the fuck this is." You answer, standing up from the bed and disappearing off into the master bathroom.

Jungkook follows after you instantly, "What's that supposed to mean?!"

You glare at his reflection and ignore him.

However, Jungkook isn't having any of your silent treatment. Something in his mind switches on when you basically hint at breaking up. The depressing truth is—you aren't implying. You're 100% serious. You've grown tired of arguing and fighting for something that you aren't sure if the love is still there.

Every time the two of you have fought, you're always the one initiating the "making up" process. You're always the one apologizing to Jungkook, when in fact, he's the one that started it. He still acts like he's the victim of your guys' arguments, and you're sick of it. You're done. If he wants to walk away, then you're going to let him.

As your friends always tell you, whenever the two of you fight,

"If he wants to stay, then he wouldn't even think of walking away from you in the fucking first place."

Jungkook taps his foot impatiently but then flings his hands in the air.

If you're not going to have the balls to explain it to him, then maybe it is time for the two of you to call it quits.

He does an about-face and walks out of the bathroom.

You scoff, shaking your head. How typical…

"And there goes my cowardly boyfriend. Always walking away from the arguments instead of talking it out with me!" You shout as you slam your eyeliner on the marble counter.

You turn away from your vanity mirror and stare down his backside.

"That right there is why I'm breaking up with you! You're nothing but a fucking pussy, and I'm so fucking done being the first one to apologize…" You pause, cupping your hands around your mouth, "When news flash! Most of the stupid arguments are because of you! JEON JUNGKOOK!" You add, your tone practically dripping with venom.

A few seconds go by and nothing. Not even a peep from Jungkook, which surprises yet disappoints you. You honestly expect at least a snarky remark from him. You scoff in disbelief, though, deep inside, you're not surprised by his silence. He will always be quick to admit defeat, which is rather amusing since he's known for not giving up. He's always quite stubborn when it comes to winning. Whether it be in sports or just in general, Jeon Jungkook still has to win.

You wait a couple more seconds before turning back around and continuing with applying your makeup.

Just as you pick up your eye shadow swatch, you hear his footsteps down the tiny hallway.

Your eyes flicker towards his reflection before looking back at your eye shadow pallet.

"Well, look at this…my ex-boyfriend actually got some guts to come to talk to me first. I'm shocked." You say angrily yet softly.

Jungkook rolls his eyes, "Cut the drama. You say that most of the arguments are because of me, but if I remember correctly, it's because a certain pain in the ass riles me up." He then lowers his head, his breath fanning your lips softly. "Instead of soothing away the anger, you merely make it worse. The things you say and do out of pure emotion is fucking disgusting." He pulls his head away and sighs deeply. "You're not the girl I fell for whenever we argue." He finishes as his dark brown eyes pierce yours.

That sentence crushes your heart.

"You're not the girl I fell for…"

It echoes throughout your mind as everything around you becomes fuzzy—practically a blur. Is this truly the end?

You calmly stand up and walk past him; your shoulder lightly brushes against his.

Just as you reach the end of the tiny corridor, you glance over your shoulder. The sadness, anger, and regret visible in your eye as you whisper,

"Well, you don't have to worry about us arguing any longer."

You give one final glance before walking out of the room and, hopefully, out of his life for good—or so you think.

Jungkook watches your body slowly disappear from his line of vision. You're joking, right? You have always been quite the actress, making sure your tone of voice caused guilt within Jungkook's heart.

Yeah…you're not serious. Any moment now, you're gonna walk back in the room, give him an intoxicating kiss, and say sorry while he drowns in those sweet eyes of yours. Like you always do.

A blanket silence covers his surroundings as he has yet to see any sign of you returning.

Then, as if something took over his body, Jungkook dashes after you. He's not going to let this relationship permanently end like this. Why? He isn't sure of the answer right now, but he knows that his heart is officially broken—especially after that phrase left your lips minutes earlier.

Just as your fingers reach towards the door handle, you feel a hand wrap around your upper arm and then tighten.

You can't help but wince from how tight Jungkook's hold is.

"What now?" You ask, raising your brow as you inhale, then exhale nice and slow.

Instead of answering, Jungkook pulls you away from the door roughly and drags down the long hallway.

You resist his rough pull with every fiber in your body, but it's been proven useless. After all, he's much more robust than you are.

After what seems like forever, you and Jungkook reach the master bedroom. He practically flings you inside and then steps inside.

You sigh loudly as you rub your wrist and turn around, your torso facing him.

You hear a lock click, sending a strange shiver down your spine.

Then, his fingers reach over to the light switch, pushing it down to the point that the only thing the two of you can see is what's in front of you. That's how dark it is.

Heavy breathes. Racing hearts. Soft yet impactful footsteps. Those are the only sounds.

You squint your eyes, hoping to make out Jungkook, but alas, it's all for not. You're now a prey—a vulnerable, naïve target.

What's going to happen?

How's it going to end?

Well, that's a stupid question. Deep down, you know how this night is going to end.

You. Naked. Lying on the bed. Moaning and panting.

That's how your fights always end. You and Jungkook fucking each other's brains out.

However…

You no longer want that…oh, so you think.

"Jungkook?" You say softly, barely a whisper. You try your hardest to see him through the pitch darkness; unfortunately, you continue to fail.

Jungkook always wears black clothing, so that it helps conceal him whenever the two of you play a fun game called "prey & predator."

Just as you're about to open your mouth to speak once more, you feel his hand roughly grab your jaw. Then, your head forcibly turns to the side.

Your eyes, barely making out Jungkook; your pupils shake slightly. Whether it be out of nervousness or pure excitement has yet to be known.

"Do you know how much your words hurt me? Break me?" Jungkook asks. His tone is completely calm. No trace of emotion in it whatsoever—well, none that is out in the open. Jungkook has always been the master of concealing one's feelings. A person would think that he or she has him all figured out but turns out to be a complete lie. No one knows what Jungkook truly feels unless you're a member of BTS, family members, or a few close friends. It sucks, but that little characteristic is what excites you. That minor character trait is what gets your hormones in a frenzy…

Your breath is the only thing that leaves your lips as no sentences—no words have yet to form in your mind.

A soft scoff escapes his lips before Jungkook's hand leaves your jaw and joins his other hand on your shoulders.

Before you know it, the knot that keeps your blouse from falling has come undone.

You feel the sleeves fall; his fingers lighting a tiny trail of fire on your skin. God, just touching the smoothness of your skin, is enough to trigger this animalistic side that he has hidden. He's trying to contain his urge—his desire to throw you on the bed, tie your pretty little wrists up, bend you over, and fuck your cute little cunt until you're begging—pleading for him to stop.

Jungkook eyes your chest, watching, becoming spellbound by the way it moves. Heaving up and down. The warmth in your breath fills the room while Jungkook's fingers trace the base of your neck.

You glance up shyly, unsure why you're acting reserve with him, as you study his face.

His jaw tightly clenches; his Adam's apple bobs slightly, showing that he swallowed his saliva.

Suddenly, your hair is pushed to the side, completely exposing your neck—your sweet spots.

Jungkook licks his bottom lip slowly, eyeing all the unmarked territory.

Seeing your untainted skin adds fuel to his animalistic desires. This unexplainable fire that is spreading throughout his body.

"J-Jungkook…" You stutter, silently berating yourself for acting this way—this innocent lamb.

Instead of answering, Jungkook's lips latch onto your neck. His teeth grazing your soft skin while his fingers dig into your hips, almost leaving an indent.

You feel your body jolt back; your back hits his chest as Jungkook's teeth slowly sink in your skin. His tongue slowly sweeps the surrounding area as well.

Your lips open even more as you feel him hit your sweet spot. You tilt your head even further, wanting more—so much more—teeth-to-skin contact by him.

You want your neck to be decorated all over by reddish-purple marks.

You want to assault his neck, marking his beautiful skin by your teeth. He wants to show the world that you're only his, and you want to show the world that he's exclusively yours.

You two need each other—toxicity and all.

Having enough of your sinful neck, Jungkook removes his lips from it and then roughly spins you around.

He scans your body; his eyes trail from your neck all the way down to your legs.

Yeah. Jungkook needs you. Now.

However, he isn't going to just let you have him. No. He's going to make you work for it.

His fingers touch the hem of his shirt and then pulls it upward, revealing that six-pack that you'd love to kiss and trail your fingers all over.

Jungkook tosses it to the side. Then, he unbuckles his belt before pulling it through the loops.

You watch him eagerly. The anticipation kills you as you feel your core grow wetter by the second. That aching need for him to touch you down there; his fingers become coated with your juices as he pumps them in and out of you—fast and hard.

The sound of his zipper coming undone snaps you out of your unholy thoughts. The eagerness visible on your face as you step forward; your fingers just barely touch the button before Jungkook steps back, clicking his tongue.

He waves his finger as if he's scolding you.

You look at him in confusion, and as you open your mouth to question his actions, he says something that both sends chills and pure excitement down your body.

"If you want me, baby girl, then you're gonna have to work for it."

Your breath hitches.

"What do you mean?" You ask, finding it rather odd that he's displaying this rather dominant side to him.

Whenever the two of you argue and then end up having makeup sex, Jungkook's always the one who's eager to throw you on the bed and fuck you as if it's your last night being that passionate.

Seeing this new-found dominance in him is something that intrigues you—so—naturally, you play along.

"Do you want me to get down on my knees?" You pause, licking your lips nice and slowly. "Do you want me to put my lips over your dick? Bobbing my head as I suck you quickly while you're a moaning mess? Your long, slender fingers entangled in my hair, gripping them, as the pleasure builds up…" You take another step towards him. "…to the point of you releasing in my mouth." You whisper alluringly as you close the gap between your bodies. Your eyes catch on to him swallowing, a tiny habit he does whenever you say something he's absolutely turned on by.

However, he must get a grip on his hormones. He isn't going to just let you have the pleasure of seeing his dick.

No. Again…you have to earn that privilege.

A soft scoff leaves his lips as Jungkook walks over the edge of the bed then scoots backward, his back hitting the headboard.

He gestures you to come over to him and quickly instructs you to leave everything but your blouse one.

"I want you to ride me." He demands.

You raise your brow, "Well, won't that be kind of hard since you're still wearing your jeans and boxers, and I'm wearing my pants and panties?" You ask, crossing your arms over your chest.

He simply smirks in response and gives you a look.

"You're a smart girl. I think you can figure something out…" He says softly yet teasingly.

The smile he wears irks you. His damn cocky yet sexy smile that irritates you yet entices you simultaneously. He's challenging you.

Okay, game on.

Luckily, you have some friends who are experiments when it comes to sex.

Remembering one of the talks you and your good friend had, you saunter over to him, your hips swaying in an intoxicating manner.

You anchor your knees on the foot of the bed before crawling over to Jungkook. Your eyes never leaving each other.

You bite your bottom lip as you position your legs on both sides of him.

Your eyes land on his crotch as your hands glide over his naked torso.

Feeling your fingers lightly trail over his body sends this intense spark throughout his body. Jungkook places his hands on your hips, his fingers lightly tickling the surrounding area.

You lean close to him; the hotness in your breath fans his ear, creating goosebumps on the back of his neck.

"I think I have an idea, but you might get a bit…frustrated with me afterward… Are you sure you want that, baby?" You whisper flirtatiously as your hands continue to fumble with the button of his jeans.

Jungkook scoffs yet again but still maintains that arrogant smirk, "Well, that'll depend on how well you do, Y/N…"  

You nod slowly before getting off him. You sit up just enough to undo your jeans and shimmy out of them. You pull one leg out after the other and then toss it to the side.

Jungkook's eyes perk up, just a smidge as he notices that you're wearing his favorite lingerie set. An all-black set.

The strapless bra accentuated your breasts perfectly while the matching panties are still sexy without revealing too much. You know about Jungkook's love-hate relationship with lace because it barely gives him a peek of what's hiding underneath it. It's a guessing game that he loves to play.

"You like what you see?" You tease as you crouch yourself down and mess with the waistband of his jeans.

Jungkook nods, maintaining his poker face as he urges you to continue.

Now, it's your turn to smirk. You slowly pull down your boyfriend's pants, revealing the delicious view that is his thighs. God, you can't wait to ride that.

You continue to pull it down until it pools down his ankles before telling him to spread his legs a tiny bit.

Jungkook does he's told and waits in anticipation. His heart begins to pound against his chest as his fingers tremble in excitement.

You position yourself on top of one of his thighs; your right knee barely touches his erection. However, that little tease is just more than enough for Jungkook.

You grab his face, placing a sweet kiss on the corner of his mouth as you begin to move.

The fabric of your lace panties pushes against your soaking wet core as your pace picks up slightly.

Jungkook anchors your body against him; his strong arms wrap around your waist, giving you a tiny hand with the movements.

Your lips part slightly as both pants and tiny moans leave your sinful lips.

Having these fabrics as an annoying barrier only fuels your desire. The more the material rubs against your wet folds, the stronger you rock your hips.

You could feel your entrance beg for something to be inside you. Your clit needs something or someone to mess with it, sending jolts after jolts of pleasure.

You tilt your head back, pulling away from Jungkook just as he decides to assault your beautiful neck and breasts.

Then, you feel his fingers mess with the hooks of your bra, snapping you out of your tiny trance.

You reach up behind you, clamping down on his hand just as he unhooks the first hook.

Jungkook growls in annoyance, wanting nothing more to see your breasts in plain sight.

You press your still covered chest to him as you press your lips against his ear.

"If you want to see them, then you have to earn it." You whisper tauntingly, repeating the same words he spoke to you earlier. You then lightly nibble on his earlobe, sucking it quickly before pulling away.

Jungkook huffs and glares at you as he digs his fingers in your skin, keeping you on his thigh.

"You have no idea what you started, baby." He whispers before closing the gap between his thighs, now permanently locking you on top of him.

However, you're not scared of him. You know he's not the type to go full-fledged BDSM without discussing it prior.

Though…something in the back of your mind is bugging you, and that feeling both thrills and frightens you.

Seeing you in your quiet yet vulnerable state, Jungkook takes that opportunity to resume your movements. His hands are now glued to your lower back as he forces you up and then back down, repeating that action until you get the hint. Never once did he think that thigh riding would be a new favorite kink. He loves how your face contorts in pleasure, and he isn't inside you.

He loves how big of a moaning mess you are as you quicken your pace, initiating the urge to release.

And speaking of that urge…

Jungkook suddenly pins you down, your semi-bare back hits the sheets.

Your bra has been officially undone. Your panties are now at your ankles.

You look at him with nothing but pure lust and a hint of love as you feel his fingers lightly trail down your torso.

His fingers tickle your center as they move up and down against your wet folds.

You gasp as his fingers tease your entrance.

"…and you say that I'm a huge tease…" You hold back a moan as you feel him insert his index finger while his thumb gently rubs your clit.

Jungkook stays silent as he inserts his middle finger in you before quickly thrusting his fingers, pumping in and out.

You fist the sheets as the pleasure builds up.

Thanks to the thigh riding earlier, you're already on the verge of releasing; unfortunately for you, Jungkook knows that.

He feels your walls clench around his fingers, and just as you give him that face that signifies you're about to cum, Jungkook pulls them out.

You feel this emptiness as you pant heavily, trying to catch your breath.

Jungkook takes notice and decides to not give you a chance to rest. He practically tears your panties away from your ankles before carelessly tossing it to the side.

He then uses one hand pumps himself while the other lift one of your legs and rests it on his shoulder.

He aligns himself with your wet pussy, and without any warning, he roughly thrusts his dick in you.

You gasp loudly from the sudden impact—your back arches out of habit.

Jungkook leans forward; his hardened member hits you at an entirely different angle, causing even louder moans. His grunts and groans mix with yours as they fill the room. The sound of skin-on-skin contact joins them.

You feel his hand wrap around your throat slightly, giving it a tiny squeeze as he continues to pump himself into you mercilessly.

You feel the pit of your stomach tighten, and Jungkook notices this as well. He loves the way you're begging for him to cum—pleading.

"Please…Jungkook… I-I don't think I can hold on any longer…" You manage to say through an endless number of moans.

Jungkook forms a smug grin as he slows down his pace. The tip only lightly taps the spot that has you seeing stars.

Fuck… he's such an asshole.

"Well…" He lets out a grunt. "Problem solved." He says quietly as he continues his painstakingly slow movements.

You can't help but groan loudly. Your desperate need for release is almost making you insane.

You're half-tempted to pin him down and take control; however, this is Jungkook carrying out a shared kink. You both love to deny the other the chance to have a mind-blowing orgasm.

This shows who's in control for the night, and tonight—Jungkook has you wrap around his fingers like putty.

The turtle-like pace continues for almost an hour; your moaning and begging drowns out his own teases and grunts.

Then, finally taking mercy on your hormones, he speeds up.

Your fingers latch onto his back; your fingernails create crescent shape indents.

God, the pleasure you're receiving is so unforgettable.

You love how he fits inside you. He loves how nicely you take him.

Jungkook lowers himself down, his fingers lacing with yours.

He thrusts in you, quick and powerful, a few more times before his own urge to cum approaches him.

It amazes him how long you're able to prolong your orgasm due to him denying you that pleasure.

Each time he denies you such a luxury, you only crave it even more.

With every thrust, grunt, and moan, it's a step closer to the powerful orgasm that's just begging to be unleashed—for you both.

Jungkook's thrusts become sloppy and sporadic. He's just one powerful thrust away from coming undone, and that's what he's going to do.

"How bad do you want to cum? H-huh, baby girl?" He grunts, slowing his pace down once more.

"So… f-fucking bad…" You manage to whimper; your breathing becomes uneven.

Jungkook nods and mutters a quick, "good," before increasing speed for the last time; his shaft completely disappearing into you for good with one final rough thrust.

Just one thrust is what it all takes to having you seeing pure white, followed by a wave of complete euphoria.

You feel this warm sensation inside you. Your senses screaming at you that Jungkook never put on a condom—and he realizes that too.

He curses underneath his breath as he gathers enough energy to pull out of you.

He rolls to the side; his eyes stare at the ceiling.

The two of you lay in silence, unsure how to address what just happened.

You go from fighting to fucking each other mindlessly. Now? You might end up carrying his child. Do you honestly want that? Does he want that?

Out of the corner of his eye, Jungkook's notices you deep in thought. His mind also telling him the same worries.

The two of you need some severe couples' therapy before you guys even remotely think about marriage, let alone starting a family this early.

He props his head up with his hand and looks at you. The gaze in his eyes is nothing but love and—fear?

"Look, I know that I fucked up. Both with not putting on a condom and our argument earlier." He then gently places a hand on your cheek. "But, I can genuinely say that seeing that dating article with Yugyeom and you saying that you were done with me scared the shit out of me…" He confesses shyly—a tiny blush form on his cheeks.

Your eyes widen at his sudden confession.

"Why would that scare you?" You ask softly, even though you have an idea of what his answer is.

Jungkook sighs, "Because I love you too damn much, Y/N." He replies seriously.

"Really? Our intense arguments happen because you love me so much?" You stop mid-sentence, unable to comprehend his reason any longer.

"I'm not saying that I'm perfect. Fuck, you knew that when I asked you out in the first place. Remember that? I flat out told you that I was new this dating stuff, and I might be shitty at it. However, I was willing to try it out because I wanted to be with you so damn badly." He adds, taking your silence as a chance to plead his case.

You remain silent. Jungkook's words confuse you, but at the same time, you believe them.

"We are so toxic, Jungkook. I'm honestly surprised that we lasted this long after our first horrific fight." You tell him; your gaze averts his now.

Jungkook continues to stare lovingly at you. Not feeling a tad discouraged by your words.

He's going to fight for you. He finally realizes that's what needs to do. You always fight for him in the end. Naturally, it's his turn.

"Babe. Y/N." He places a sweet kiss on your forehead. "If you give me another chance, I swear to you that we will never fight like that again." He kisses your nose this time. "I promise that I will do my best to keep my temper in check and calmly talk things out with you." He kisses your cheek softly. "I will hear your side of the story before jumping into conclusions when it comes to any future dating scandals." He finishes with a kiss on your lips.

You sigh in content as you return the kiss. You then pull away and give Jungkook a serious look.

"You better uphold your promises, and I will do my best to do the same. If we fight one more time, then it's over for good. Okay?" You say, shaking your head slightly.

Jungkook smiles brightly and pulls you closer to him; your head now rests on his chest.

"Maybe we should buy a metronome to help us out?" He jokes, earning a small slap from you.

"I think we need to figure out the whole 'having sex without protection' first before buying a tool to "help" us out." You tell him, raising your brow.

"True. Thank God that we always have a Plan B, right baby girl?" He teases, grinning widely.

“You're a dork, but I guess you're my dork."

"Always and forever, baby girl. Always and forever."

A/N: Guess what's back on my blog! Yep! That angst-SMUT Jungkook one shot I had revamped from a 2017 version. I had written this version back in early 2018 and wanted to share this again on Tumblr. It's already posted on my AO3, so please do not come for me saying I stole this lol 

Sometime this weekend, I'll also upload a CEO!AU Yoongi SMUT I had written as a Secret Santa gift exchange, and I personally loved how that turned out since it was somewhat different from the CEO!AU Seokjin SMUT (which is currently being revamped as we speak) I had written earlier that year, so be on the lookout for that! 

Don't forget to leave a like/reblog/comment/send in an ask on your thoughts! I love hearing them! :)

- Kim

side note: I got permission to use Jey's header, so please don't yell at me!

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[thesunshinebunny]

Kind of a crossover one with Voltron headcannons for paladins (plus whoever you want) with an s/o (or platonic reader) who has the omnitrix (Ben 10)?

Ok, I made a small change. I was never a Ben 10′s fan, but I know the basics, therefore, the reader instead of having a monstrosity per clock attached to they arm, will have a small device placed under the dermis of they right arm. The device is visible when it’s activated, as it shines below the skin. Activation is done through the mind, since its connectors are on the veins, circulating blood and information to the brain and vice versa.As in Ben 10, if the device is reached by a living cell of another living being, the device will take all the redundant information for the transformation. The storage of information is unlimited, so the reader can be transformed into innumerable living beings._**Have fun !!!**__****__**Shiro**_* You saw each other for the first time when you helped Ulaz rescue him from the Galra ship, camouflaged as a general. * Like your comrade, you let Shiro go to Earth alone.* Months later and with the sacrifice of Ulaz, Shiro and you meet again in a Galra ship. * Almost don’t slice your head with his arm. * It took five minutes and forty seconds to explain the situation to our stressed Space Dad. * Needless to say, when you set foot in the castle looking like Galra, they almost ate you alive. * Time to activate the intergalactic magic device. * Everyone freaking out around you, it would have been fun to have a camera right now.* I don’t think I need to say that you became an important ally for the coalition. * Long nights of paperwork. * Countless battles on different planets. * Not only did you become an ally, but also a partner and a friend.* You usually leave for weeks with The Blade to train or have a covered mission. Sometimes they send you in company, but most of the time alone. * Shiro unconsciously worried to the core. * One night you arrived at the castle with multiple wounds all over your body. * Space Dad worried at 1000%* Leaving problems aside, you _really_ became good friends. * And maybe a little more.* When you are not training or planning tactics for their next landing on an unknown planet, you are in Shiro’s room relaxing. * Other times in yours (prepared for a few days stay) * Sometimes, you even play hide and seek. For him, it’s impossible to win, but he’s getting closer every time._**Keith**_* Unlike Shiro’s, you met Keith in your human form on a mission of The Blade. * He staying very WTF IS GOING ON !!! You are human, You shouldn’t be in a place full of Galras. * Calm down cowboy !!* There was no explanation for this boy to go into ninja mode and try to protect you from the threat. * Let’s say that when, instead of seeing a pink and small figure when turning around, a gray giant was found runing and breaking a base wall. * Keith.exe stop running.* At The Blade´s base, with the fumes calm, there was a better presentation. * Camouflage companions from here on. * Infiltration in a Galra ship: Keith and you. * Find information on an enemy planet: Keith and you. * Talk to paladins: there are more like Kolivan and Keith, but once in a while you were in contact with them by transmission.* Practice and combat partners.* Also, it was relaxing for both of us to have another human in the ranks and to be able to do mundane things when you were not in service. * For example: cooking. Both of you are very bad in the kitchen, but that made it even funnier when you had no idea of ​​the ingredients you were putting in the mix. * A pink gum substance, a green moss jelly and a blue liquid… I don’t think is a good combination._**Lance**_* Would you believe me if I told you that you met Lance on a half-desert planet, trying to hide from the Galra Empire, while he was flirting with a group of girls around you? * Yeah, good start.* Anyway, first bad impression aside, you and Lance get along very well. * As with Keith and Shiro, training partners, with an extra: transform into different creatures avoiding being hit by his Bayard. * It was fun to see Lance frustrated at not being able to reach you when you went from a giant of almost five meters to a blue slug less than 10 cm long.* Always trying to find the “sexy” side of a creature. * “You are very beautiful when your fur changes color and falls like a cat’s spit hair ball” * _“Honey… no”_* The thing stopped being funny when he confused an Olkari with you, thinking you were flirting with another person. * The same thing happened to you when you saw Lance flirting with a woman Galra from The Blade. * I don’t know if this was the best way to declare, but meh … worse is nothing. * And by declaring, I mean getting out of nowhere and giving that violet woman a punch, then giving Lance a kiss._**Hunk**_* The reaction was very similar as that mystic moment of the paladins with the transformation of Allura in Galra. * “How many creatures can you transform at once? Is there an absorption limit? Can it transform you into a plant? Your clothes change to the form of the creature? ” * _“One. Not that I know. No. The clothes break or stay the same depending on what I’m transformed in”_* Completely worried every time you descend on a planet since you can disappear in a matter of seconds. * At first, to play a joke, you transformed for a few minutes into the species of that planet and tried to change your voice to mislead him. * Months of knowing, this no longer happens, Hunk would recognize you in a matter of seconds, even being in the middle of a crowd.* Long nights studying all the species of the device. * Believe it or not, memorizing thousands of creatures is not easy for you, but for Hunk … it’s a piece of cake. * Do you know how difficult it is to think in a thousandth of a second the species that needs to be changed and not be able to make a mistakes? * TOO DIFFICULT, THE PRESSURE GOD._**Pidge**_* Trying multiple times to perform experiments on your arm to understand that rare mechanism. * “We can try to extract the device for a few seconds while you are transformed and see if you stay in that form or if you return to human” * Fear for your life is something constant. * _“That’s not how it works honey”_* Days and nights trying to build a device closest to yours. * But after the 85th failed attempt, Pidge, for the first time, gave up. * “It’s impossible, however close I am, I can’t find a way to store the information for more than an hour.” * _“Pidge, sweatty, it’s alien technology of who knows how many years. Unless you look in the historical archives of the entire space, this is the best you will be able to achieve. ”_* Offended to 1000000% * Nothing that a space cartepillar giving cuddles on the neck doesn’t help. * As much as the original as you.

#Voltron #voltron legendary defender #voltron shiro #voltron lance #voltron pidge #voltron hunk #voltron keith #shiro x reader #lance x reader #keith x reader #pidge x reader #hunk x reader #voltron x reader #sfw #so soft #and weird

[avengingarcher]

AOS watch 1x01

[This is my rewatch and Shelby’s first watch of AOS. We are both drunk.]

~~Drunk Meter: 1/5~~

Shelby [About Mike]: “There’s no way his hood would stay like that” [Because that’s the weird thing about the opening scene…]

[“What do we do about it”] Shelby:“Nothing?” //turns to me// “Am I right?”

Shelby:“Brett Dalton is hot. Why do you hate him?” Shelby two minutes later:“He’s wound too tightly. He needs to get laid.”

//We hear LOTR fanfare from another room//  Me: “That’s not the music I was expecting to hear”  Shelby: “Not at all” Me singing: “Something is really—“ Shelby singing: “Something’s not right—“ Me: “REALLY WROOOONG” //Both look down ashamed//

Shelby [about Coulson]: “He’s the cutest. love him. I bet he does terrible dad jokes” 

~~Drunk Meter: 2/5~~

//Shelby randomly breaks out in laughter// “It was funnier than I thought” [For the record, I have no idea what she was referring to]

Shelby [About Ward]: “Right you have to play up the lone wolf. ‘Look at my jaw’.”

Shelby [About Ward]: “Almost too fit. God damn it”

Shelby: “Tahiti… isn’t that a machine?”

Shelby [About Daisy]: “Aww, that’s not cool” 

Shelby:“OMG what if Coulson were Batman? No. He’d be the Flash.”

Shelby [About Fitz]: “I like the way he says ‘inertia’.”

Shelby:“Did he just smack him [Ward] on the ass? Way to go Fitz!”

Shelby [About Daisy getting kidnapped by SHIELD]:“I wish I could that cavalier before I get a bag over my head…like heeeeyyyy”

Shelby [About “no way”]: “Holy no way Batman!”

Shelby [Quoting Fitz]: “Unappreciated genius” //Laughs for an absurd amount of time before going silent//  “Alright, bro.”

Shelby [About Ward at Daisy in interrogation]: “Did yo see that? His face was like ‘BOOOOOBS’.”

Shelby: “Oh no, Mike. Oh no.”

Shelby: “Yeah, he’s [Coulson] the Flash. Barry Allen Flash, Not Wally West. Well, maybe.” Shelby 2 minutes later: “May is Batman”

Shelby [About Fitzsimmons]: “They’re adorable. They’ve got their own little language.”

Me: I’m gonna make you a Fitzsimmons shipper. Shelby: I thought they were already a thing…

Shelby [About the chick Mike saved]: “Ooh, she’s the doctor. That’s a twist”

Shelby: “You’re not making it better, Fitz”

Shelby [I can’t remember what this was about]: “Funnn”

//Shelby very dramatically// “Not magic. Hold up, bro. Gotta make that clear. It’s science.”

Shelby [as fitzsimmons gets scolded about a non-lethal option]: “Oooof”

Shelby: “I like how Skye and Coulson have an immediate connection. He knows it’s her and she likes his style. Not his like actual style, but he does always look so good.”

//Ten minute discussion of whether Centipede is a derivative of Extremis//

Shelby: “Ward is a lone wolf, Skye isn’t a team player, but it’s okay because Fitzsimmons is the same person.”

#agents of shield #aos #aos rewatch #1x01 #marvel #mcu #shelbysfirstaoswatch #fitzsimmons #queue

[doctorgerth]

May I have a matchup please? INFJ, Hufflepuff/Slytherin cusp. I’m asexual. I am shy at first but open up with people I know and have a Resting Bitch Face so I don’t make the best first impressions. Compassionate, kind, mom-friend, I however have a dark humor and sarcastic type of jokes that sometimes can either make people burst a gut or it flies over people’s head. I love sweets and love writing and always hoard empty notebooks and books. I dress modestly and am always down for adventures.

Yes you sure can, sweet friend! I’m again so terribly sorry at how long it’s taken to get this out to you. I hope you enjoy x

Your match is…

Mihawk (INTJ)

You and Mihawk match so well because you are practically the same person! INTJs and INFJs make great pairs as introverts tend to stick together and understand each other the best. Your introverted natures make for great quality time as that is what you both seek from one another. You two don’t need lavish parties or wild adventures to enjoy each other’s companies. Quiet time in the library by the fire, reading/discussing books, and drinking wine is all he could ever need with you. Mihawk usually prefers to be alone, but after meeting you, he wants you to at least be in the same room as him most of the time. Your missing presence makes him feel incomplete, empty, though he wouldn’t put it in those words. He simply just likes to have you around, your serene presence calms him.

Mihawk isn’t a very open or emotional person. This isn’t a problem for either of you as you are both mature enough to meet in the middle. You tend to coast on your feelings, relying on them to guide you through situations. While Mihawk can respect that, he can’t necessarily relate. He tends to analyze situations for what they are and trust his gut instincts. This distinction in your relationship doesn’t ever harm it however, as you two use your differences to balance each other out. When you are upset or particularly emotional, Mihawk will gladly make you think logically about your feelings, encouraging you to analyze them and find a solution. When Mihawk is stuck in a situation between logic and emotion, you’re there to remind him that his emotions are important to follow every now and then. These compromises make for great comfort that you two seem to only find in each other, which he appreciates.

Now, just because Mihawk isn’t typically openly emotional, it doesn’t mean he is completely void of emotions. When Mihawk manages to trust a person, he trusts them wholeheartedly. You being his lover, he trusts you with his life, therefore he feels safe to be emotional around you. He would normally find it difficult to discuss what he’s feeling, but he truly appreciates that with you, he can talk about anything. He’s still not a very touchy person, but he doesn’t mind giving you sweet pecks of affection every now and then; your forehead, cheek, nose, lips, anywhere on your face really. He’ll do it so casually it catches you by surprise every time! He wouldn’t admit it, but he does it to get a cute blush out of you. At certain times, he’s not opposed to you curling up in his lap while he’s sitting in the chair. He’ll simply hold you and continue with his reading, rubbing small circles into your thighs with his free thumb. This is a very rare occasion, only happening when he’s feeling particularly sweet.

Mihawk is truly romantic without even meaning to most of the time. He’s a true gentleman, always pulling out your chair for you at dinner, fixing you a glass of wine, carrying you to bed when you’re tired, etc. He’s also a really great dancer, especially ball room dancing. He’ll put on the record player and just pull you to him, swaying and dipping you along to the classical music. Speaking of, he is definitely a classical music kind of guy. He has it constantly playing throughout the castle. Being a Spanish man, he’s also really good at tango dancing though it takes a lot of convincing (and wine) to get him to show off his moves. His accent will slip every now and then, calling you cute nicknames like, “Mi amor”, “Mi vida”, or “Cariño”. No matter how terrible your Spanish is, he always gets butterflies when you call, “Mi rey”.

Your dark humor is actually one of his favorite things about you. Not many things make him laugh, but your sarcastic and witty jokes/comments always makes him crack a small smile. It’s even funnier when your joke goes over someone’s head. He can’t hide the amusement of the sheer confusion on their face. You two like to challanege each other in witty banter when you’re feeling playful, and it’s about 50/50. Strangers think you’re being hateful to one another, but you two are truly relishing in each other’s intelligence and humor.

Other potential suitors:Ace (ENFJ): Every introvert needs an extrovert in their lives! You two have practically the same mind and mannerisms, his are just more extroverted than yours! While introverts tend to feel drained around extroverts, Ace makes sure that never happens. He’s very in tune with your feelings and knows when your social/emotional meter is depleting. He has a very strong and passionate personality, which makes life for the two of you very exciting and adventurous. You two are both very emotional, finding it safe and easy to discuss your emotions with one another, which makes for less arguments since you two are great at communication. You two share a lot of the same passions and care for others!

Rosinante (INFP): Rosi is a bit reserved, much like you, but you two were somehow so magnetically drawn to each other, finding it so easy to open up. Rosi’s life is bit more optimistic, which makes for a little sunshine in your life. Your dark humor really catches him by surprise, which makes for a great laugh for you seeing his shocked and confused faces. Your enjoyment is enough to make him laugh, even though he doesn’t understand your humor at all lol Rosi really loves meek and modest women, so your personality and clothing choice really warm his heart. He also finds your RBF amusing - when he catches your face in RBF mode, he’ll look at you and give you a silly face, causing you to break into a smile/laugh every single time. He finds it so adorable to see you crack.

Robin (INTP): You and Mama Robin are practically the same person. RBF, dark humor, love of books, mom-friend tendencies…this makes you two get along so well. Since you see a lot of yourselves in one another, it makes it easy to understand yourselves better and seek to help better each other. Like Mihawk, Robin loves to spend nice quality time with you. She’ll gladly read you work and will always support you through your writing process, she’s your biggest fan! Robin is more of a logical person, always seeking information, which can make for some deep conversations between you two that you both cherish. Your emotional side is something she adores in you, as she’s had to swallow her emotions and face terrible situations. She finds it captivating that she can seek solace in you so easily. You two also make for some great moms in the Straw Hat crew!

#one piece #one piece matchup #nightshine629 #matchup request #matchup weekend #mihawk #hope you like it dear!

[mysticminterella]

Choi-colaty Evening

Happy belated Valentine’s Day @kirachama !

I’m sorry I’m late, but finally I’m having my gift for you for the gift exchange from  @mysmesecretvalentines This is my first english fanfiction related to Mystic Messenger. I hope you like it!

It was just another boring afternoon. At least that is what Saeran thought. While his brother Saeyoung has locked himself in his room, Saeran sat on the sofa and was watching TV, even though there was nothing interesting in it.

After some time, however, the doorbell was ringing, but the mint-eyed twin was just ignoring it. There wasn't someone, who would talk or visit him anyway. However it looked like Saeyoung didn't want to accept this, because his voice sounded loud enough from his hacking room: “Saeran, please open the door. I need to finish this.” “Go by yourself!”, Saeran shouted back at him with eyes still looking at the TV. After a moment he heard some movements in the other room, but before there was the noise of the door opening, both twins could hear the known voice of a woman, which called out to them both. “Saeyoung? Saeran? Are you here?” Saeran asked himself why the young woman was here, but out the corner of his eye he could see Saeyoung, happily grinning while walking out of the room to the front door. “MC! There you are! Saeran already missed you.”, he welcomed her with a joking tone, which got a giggle in response. While these both talked to each other and MC explained, that the door let her in after she said the correct password, Saeran was still sitting on the sofa, but now with folded arms and a little frown because of his brother's joke.

After some minutes he heard footsteps again and they became louder, before the stopped almost directly behind his back, but he could see something out of the corner of his eye. “Hey, Saeran. How are you?”, the same high and now cheerful sounding voice asked, while the owner leaned a bit over the sofa rest. “I'm okay”, was Saeran's short answer. “Can I sit next to you?”, MC asked and got a small nod from the twin. With a smile gracing her lips she did as she asked and also sat on the sofa.

“What are you doing here?”, Saeran asked the new visitor after a moment passed. “Saeyoung and I talked in the messenger and after I said, that I was kind of bored, he offered me to visit you and him. I hope my visit is not a problem for you.” The answer to this was a little shake with the head and a quiet “No.” from Saeran's side.

Not much time passed after Saeyoung's voice suddenly sounded again and this time behind the backs of of both, MC and Saeran. That's why they had to turn to look at him, while he made a suggestion. “Let us play something!” “No.”, his brother answered with not much hesitation, which resulted in a little pout from Saeyoung and again a little giggle from MC's side. “But I know a game that you would like too. Chocolate plays an important role in that game.” This time Saeran started to listen attentively, but still didn't dare to ask any questions. That was what MC did in his place. “And which game is that?” That was when Saeyoung started grinning again. “I got everything we need here.” Suddenly he brought out a plate with little pieces of chocolate and put it down on the table in front of MC and Saeran, who both looked quizzically down on it.

“We got 13 pieces of chocolate, but one of it has a bad taste. Firstly we spin the plate” - he did it while he said that - “and then everybody eats a piece in turn. The one, who eats the bad tasting chocolate loses.” “This is stupid”, was Saerans first reaction to this explanation. “Come on, just one round, Saeran! And you can eat chocolate.” Saeyoung tried to persuade his brother and even MC helped him. “I would like to try it, but it's funnier if we three play it. Please, Saeran.”

Now they both looked at the mint-eyed redhead with pleading eyes. How he could resist that? And  apart from that, he also was getting chocolate. That's why he sighed a long sigh, before he nodded a bit. “Fine.” As a result to that answer he got a wide smile from both Saeyoung and MC.

All three turned to the table and after the twin with the glasses exclaimed that he will start, he took one of the chocolate pieces and put it in his mouth to eat it. The other two looked at him curiously and waited for his reaction, but he just smiled and told MC that she needs to take one next. The same procedure went along with the other two and also the other rounds, until there were only 4 chocolates left and it was MC's turn. She first hesitated before taking one of the pieces and again putting it in her mouth. Even though the last times she had luck, now she didn't have it any more, because she was grimacing. “Do you got the bad tasting one?”, Saeyoung asked with a little amused grin on his lips, while MC nodded. “I think so. It's so spicy!”, she answered with a small cough.

While Saeyoung started to laugh lighty about her grimace, Saeran looked a bit worriedly at her. “You should eat another one, if it's not getting better fast.” With that he offered her another piece of chocolate, because he heard somewhere, that chocolate should help against spicy things.

“Thank you.” MC smiled at his offer and took the piece from his hands to put it also in her mouth. Luckily it really helped, so she sighed and leaned against the sofa rest. Saeran turned to his still laughing brother and looked at him with a displeasing gaze. “This isn't funny, Saeyoung. You made it to spicy!” “What?”, he asked while trying to soothe his laughter. “I just took it from packing. I didn't change the taste.” “You're an idiot”, was Saeran's last word to this topic.

After they ate the last (not spicy) chocolates and put away the plate, the time passed really quickly - mainly because of the other more harmless games Saeyoung suggested and which made more fun for all three – until MC looked at the clock. “Oh, it is so late already. I should go home soon. I have to wake up early tomorrow.”, she sighed.

“Already? But you shouldn't go alone at this time. Let me bring you h-” Saeyoung was interrupted by the ringing of his phone, which he pulled out as he went to another room. The other both looked after him a bit confused, before MC looked questionly at Saeran, who just shruged. After a short time the gold-eyed twin came back, but this time his gaze looked like he was pouting. “I'm sorry, I can't bring you home, MC. But Saeran, you can! Be a gentleman and bring a lady to her home”, he grinned at his brother, who looked at him with wide eyes. “What? But it's so cold outside!” Saeyoung opened his mouth to say something against him, but before he could do that MC interfered. “No, it's okay. You don't need to, Saeran”, she said while standing up from the sofa and smiling at the redhead. He hesitated a little, but at last he sighed, shook his head and stood up from the sofa, too. “Maybe my stupid brother is right. You... shouldn't go alone. That's why I bring you.” To his surprise the smile on MC's lips just got even more brighter then before and she exclaimed cheerfully: “That is really great. Thank you!”

So after they put on their jackets and shoes and after MC said goodbye to Saeyoung, who disappeared in his hacking room after that, Saeran and the young woman set off on the way to MC's home. Because it wasn't that far away, they didn't need the car, even though it was quiet cold outside because of the winter. But still, a little walk can not hurt.

Even though they both didn't talk really much – MC only pointed to something she saw in the store windows they passed – Saeran didn't feel uncomfortable. He just walked beside the young woman while some smiling couples passed them.

After quiet some time the wind suddenly blew a cold breeze against them both, so cold that MC next to him started to shiver a bit, but it wasn't really surprising. Her jacket didn't look really thick and also she didn't wear a scarf or hat, because apparently the forgot that at her home.

Still, Saeran couldn't just let her freeze in this cold. That's why he sighed quietly, took of his own scarf and put it silently around her neck, which earned him a surprised look from MC.

“It's obvious that you're cold”, he explained his doing. “But now you must be cold.” “It's not cold.” After setting his statement, the redhead wanted to turn and go on, but MC stopped him with a short “Wait”. He turned to look at her again, but suddenly he felt soft fabric around his neck, which now surprised him. With that surprise and also a bit of confusion, he looked down only to see MC standing right beside him and while she had one end of the long scarf around her neck, he had the other end around his neck.

“That way we both won't freeze!”, she smiled brightly up to him. Because of this smile and this action he felt his cheeks becoming hot. That's why he nodded shyly, before burying his blushing head up to his ears in the scarf.

MC only smiled sweetly, before pointing along the road and suggesting to go on. With Saerans agreement they both turned again to go along the rest of the way.

But at last they finally saw the building in which MC had her apartment and Saeran went with her the last meters until they finally reached its door. That was when the young woman took of her side of the scarf and put it around the redheads neck again.

“Thank you for the scarf, Saeran.”, she told him, while fishing out the key to her apartment and opening its door. But then she started acting a bit shy and hesitating. “Um... I know you it's late and you must go back, but please come in and wait for a moment, yes?”

Again the twin was a bit irritated because of this suggestion, but at last he nodded. With a smile, MC went into the apartment followed by Saeran, who closed the door behind him. “Wait here, please”, she requested and took of her shoes, before disappearing in the apartment. While he waited, the redhead slowly looked around as far as he could see. It was a long time since he last went here, but the apartment looked much more spacious.

He didn't need to wait long, until MC came back with her hands behind her back and brightly smiling, but this made Saeran more curious. He stood still while the young woman came to stand before him, before she held out a flat box.

“Thank you again and... a Happy Valentine's Day, Saeran.” With that wish, her cheeks now went red, while she looked flustered. “What?”, he asked surprised and unsure of what to do. “It's chocolate. Don't worry, not anything spicy or bad tasting. Before I came to you and Saeyoung I couldn't decide, if I should give it to you, but you were really sweet today. So I want you to have it. Please take it.”

Saeran hesitated a moment, before he reached out and carefully took the box in his has. Then he opened it slowly and could see little pieces of chocolate. “They... look tasty.”, was the first thing he could say about them and closed the box again. He was unfamiliar with this kind of situation, but it still made his heart beat a bit faster.

“Thank you... very much.”, he thanked the young woman still flustered and a bit embarrassed, but luckily MC smiled. “Don't mention it. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable, but still thank you for taking it.” “I will eat them”, he promised just after she finished her sentence and this made her smile even more. “Thank you.”, she murmured again.

For a moment they just stood there and looking shyly at each other, before Saeran let the box slide in one of his jackets. “Thank you again for the chocolates, but it's late.” “It really is. Thanks for coming with me and have a safe trip home.”

Saeran just nodded a little and then went out of her apartment with a last “See you”. “See you again”, MC responded and waved at him, while he left. But when she couldn't see him anymore, she sighed a little bit, then smiled and closed the door.

On the half of his way back, Saeran put his hands in the pockets of his jacket, only to feel the box. After hesitating shortly, he pulled it out and opened the box again. For a moment he just looked at the chocolates, but then took one of the pieces in his hands. “They really look tasty”, he murmured at himself again, before putting the piece in his mouth. The piece melted on his tongue and spread the sweet taste in his mouth, which let him smile a little without realizing.

“And they really are tasty.” With that whisper, the redhead closed the box again, but it back in his pocket and went on, back to the house where his brother was waiting.

For him, the boring afternoon turned into a really well and chocolaty evening.

#mystic messenger #Saeran Choi #Saeyoung Choi #MC

[elucubrare]

shelomit replied to your post “Cheville”

Isaac Watts: "and lo!" magically short meter becomes long meter again

this just reads as Isaac Watts being the spokesperson for as-seen-on-TV metrical repair kits

#shelomit #aeide-thea add some actually good meter jokes #jokes that would be funnier if i were better at meter #dactyls! get yer dactyls here!

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Still Human Inside Chapter 4

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After accepting his fate of living for eternity as a vampire, Cloud was happy enough to live in the mountains by himself. Instead, his family just keeps on growing.

Everyone does what they can to help Sephiroth figure out what he is.

Sephiroth tore through the snow once he was noticed. Desperate, he made once final leap for his pray. For a moment he thought he had it.

The fox darted out of the way at the last second and he face-planted in the snow drift instead. Off in the distance he heard laughter.

A hand helped pull him up and out, another was helping to dust him off. Sephiroth caught Angeal smacking Zack in the back of the head. Genesis tried giving him a soft smile, but it came off as more of a smirk. Cloud’s expression remained neutral.

“You have to stop doing that,” Cloud said, “Every time you panic…it makes it harder to catch your target.” Sephiroth knew that, and resisted growling at Cloud.“Do you need a break?” Cloud said, “We have plenty at home to eat, so it doesn’t matter if you catch something or not.” Sephiroth shook his head.

“I mean it,” Cloud said, “You get worse when you get frustrated. This is just practice. You can walk away…breathe for a bit.” Sephiroth shook his head again.

“Okay,” Cloud said, breathing in deep, “there’s a rabbit about fifty yards to your left.”

“But I like rabbits,” Genesis said.

“There’s like 3000 of them out here Gen,” Cloud said.

“They’re still cute,” Genesis protested. Cloud rolled his eyes.

“One dead rabbit won’t kill you,” Cloud said, “and it’s just practice. Go on Seph. Try one more time and then we’ll head back.”

Sephiroth walked carefully forward, trying to smell what Cloud had. All he could pick up were the four vampires watching him, the scent he’d been feeding off of for weeks. When he finally picked up the rabbit, it was almost too late.

Sephiroth panicked again. He shot forward too early. The rabbit, however, didn’t run at first…it froze. Sephiroth realized he could have it…

But I like rabbits

He faltered for a moment and the rabbit bound off. Sephiroth shook himself and ran after it, only to trip and fall again.

He brushed Cloud’s hands off this time, and just followed Angeal and Zack back to the cabin.

Sephiroth didn’t hear what Zack said to Genesis to make him chuckle, but it broke his frayed patience. He snarled at them, leaning forward and bared his teeth.

The sound Cloud made, made his knees buckle. Sephiroth almost fell to the ground. Sephiroth looked towards him, trembling a little. Cloud’s eyes weren’t entirely icy, but they were annoyed.

“Use your words,” Cloud chastised him, like he would a child, “we all know you know how to speak. I’m all about taking your time, but if it’s causing you to act like this…speak up before you explode like that.” The silence after Cloud’s little speech was deafening.

“Sorry,” Sephiroth finally breathed out. Cloud’s expression lightened.

“Don’t tell me,” Cloud said, “tell them.”

“We heard him,” Zack said.

“And you two…lay off him…or should I tell him how your first attempts at hunting went?”

“It’s just so much funnier when it isn’t you,” Genesis said. Cloud rolled his eyes and turned back to Sephiroth.

“Zack hit a tree,” he said, “not just a tree, he hit 8 trees.” Zack snickered at himself.

“And twinkle toes there started an avalanche chasing a bird. He was practically a snowball when we dug him out.” Zack let out gales of laughter.

“Oh gods I forgot about that,” Zack said, wiping away a tear.

“I haven’t,” Genesis grumbled.

Sephiroth stiffened when he heard the caw above him. Genesis was staring at the crow, but rolled his eyes when he saw Sephiroth staring at him.

“Keep your stupid crow,” Genesis said, “he wouldn’t be much more than a morsel anyway.” Sephiroth relaxed a little.

“That and I know you let that rabbit go for me…so we’re even,” Genesis said. Sephiroth just laid out the bird seed Angeal gotten for him down in the towns below.

Sephiroth knew by their expressions that his first catch…wasn’t the best. It had put up a fight and he had almost let it go. That and…

“Well…looks like we gotta do laundry again,” Zack supplied.

“Did you even eat any of it?” Genesis asked, “Because you look like you’re wearing most of it.”

“It was his first catch,” Cloud scoffed, “It’s not like he’s supposed to do it perfectly.”

“Can I be done?” Sephiroth asks.

“For today,” Cloud agreed, “you’re gonna need a bath.” Sephiroth tried to walk slower than the rest of them, but they matched his pace.

“You did well,” Angeal told him, “It took me a few years not to make a mess of things. Cloud’s the only one I know who can hunt…gracefully.”

“Only because I’ve done it the most,” Cloud said.

“And you’re a sneaky little-“ Zack started.

“Please do your flirting elsewhere,” Genesis groaned.

Cloud woke him up early that morning.

“Do you want to come hunting with me?” he asked. Sephiroth didn’t know what that meant, but nodded anyway.

“Wear whatever,” Cloud said, “We’ll get back here tomorrow morning…and I’ll be doing the chasing for today.” Sephiroth was a little ashamed to feel relieved. He looked back at the others.

“I told them last night,” Cloud assured him, “made Angeal and Genesis promise not to kill Zack while I’m gone.” Sephiroth blinked in surprise.

“That’s a joke,” Cloud said, “you take things too seriously sometimes.” Before they stepped out, Cloud offered Sephiroth a stick of gum. Sephiroth took it.

Zack nudged Genesis when he caught the redhead laying out birdseed on Sephiroth’s usual spot. Genesis just glared at him.

“Don’t breathe a word,” Genesis said, “I still hate fucking birds.” The crow gave it’s usual greeting before swooping down.

Sephiroth didn’t know how long they were walking, but it was a calming trek all the same. It was overcast, but there wasn’t a breath of wind. He didn’t know where they were going, but trusted Cloud to get him there safely.

The sun was high in the sky when Cloud pointed out a strange shapes out under the snow. They spent some time brushing the snow off the benches and out of the fire pit area.

“This used to be used by hunters,” Cloud said, “they haven’t come up in a few years since the town that was close to here closed up. Some mining town or other. We’ll have it too ourselves.” Cloud showed him where their firewood stash was located. The wood was still dry inside the small rock hollow.

“This’ll be the last time we come here this winter, so we don’t have to restock,” Cloud said as he got the fire going. They sat there quietly for a moment. Sephiroth watched Cloud poke at the fire.

“I wanted to talk to you out here,” Cloud said, “It might be a painful conversation…so I didn’t want the others to hear it. I won’t tell them if you don’t want me to.” Sephiroth blinked. Cloud handed over another stick of gum, setting it on the bench between them.

“Are you doing…okay?” Cloud asked. It had been the most gentle tone Cloud had taken with…anyone, at least as far as Sephiroth had heard. He blinked again.

“I understand if you don’t want to say words, so you can nod,” Cloud said. Sephiroth did nod then.

“You are okay?” Cloud asked, trying to be sure. Sephiroth confirmed.

“The animal blood transition isn’t too terrible?” Cloud asked. Sephiroth shrugged. He could eat it…but what came from humans was just…better. Cloud nodded, seeming to understand.

“Do you…remember anything?” Cloud asked. Sephiroth shook his head. It was all a blood-red blur until Cloud pinned him down in that cave. He remembered some screaming, but wasn’t sure if that was him or not

“Really?” Cloud said, and seemed to think that over.

“That might be for the best,” Cloud said, “I don’t think becoming a vampire was fun for anyone. It might be a blessing for you that you don’t remember. You were…in pretty bad shape.”

“Wha…” Sephiroth swallowed before he started again, “What do you know?” Cloud searched his face for a long moment. He must have decided Sephiroth could handle it.

“You were a few months old,” Cloud said, “and starving to death. Absolutely mad with blood lust and couldn’t get enough. It looked like…you had been chained up. Whatever they had used burned into your skin, but it didn’t scar at least.”

“Do you…want to know anymore?” Cloud said, “We could…look into it if you wanted.” Sephiroth was quiet for a long time.

“No,” he said at last. Cloud nodded, stoked the fire again

“Do you want to stay with us?” Cloud asked. Sephiroth found himself nodding almost immediately. Cloud actually smiled at him.

“Good,” Cloud said, “that’s what I hoped you’d say.”

Watching Cloud hunt was…unbelievable. Deer, moose, and elk seemed to use this are as a place to graze. Cloud gave him more pointers, things the others would have known as basic and boring, but Cloud was more meticulous.

“At your level, you should probably pick on the older ones, or the sick ones, the ones who can’t keep up,” Cloud said, “It takes time to chase more effectively. If another predator can’t get it, you shouldn’t either. Keep that as a meter. I know the others smell better, but you’ll waste energy.” Sephiroth pointed out one he thought he could get, and Cloud nodded.

“Not today though,” Cloud said, “I’ll supply. I’m getting…that one.” Sephiroth frowned. Cloud pointed at a fully adult male in it’s prime. Cloud grinned at him.

“Wait here,” Cloud said.

It took mere minutes. Cloud didn’t even seem to sink in the snow, he just flitted out there. The other deer didn’t notice him. His own target didn’t move until it was dead. After he fell…pandemonium broke out as the deer ran for their lives.

Cloud let them go, he had what he wanted. He waved Sephiroth over.

It almost looked like a peaceful end for the deer. It probably didn’t even feel it.

“It’s yours,” Cloud said, “I don’t mind sharing.”

“How?” Sephiroth asked.

“Years of practice,” Cloud said, “now eat up before it gets cold. I’ll take what’s leftover. I have my pick out here anyway.”

They sat by the fire again as the sun set. Sephiroth felt more satisfied than he had in a while. Perhaps that was another reason Cloud brought him here.

“When I was turned,” Cloud said suddenly, “I thought I was a monster.” Sephiroth looked at him, wondering what he was saying.

“All I could think about was how much I wanted to hurt someone else, drain them entirely and just be done with it, but I couldn’t do it. I almost did a few times, but I didn’t. When Zack finally found me…I almost went insane. I couldn’t bear the thought of hurting him and tried to get him to leave me, kill me, anything, but stay with me. But he stayed. Turning him…it was the hardest thing I ever did. I’ll never forget how good…but I stopped.

“This will never be easy,” Cloud said, “It will always be hard, but it will get easier. And if you need help…stopping…we can help you.”

“Thank you,” Sephiroth said. Cloud nodded.

“Ready to head home then?” Cloud asked. Sephiroth nodded and Cloud nudged some snow onto the fire.

#my writing #ASGZC #Angeal Hewley #Sephiroth #Cloud Strife #Zack Fair #Genesis Rhapsodos #Vampire!AU #cw: animal death #cw blood drinkings #not all the way satisfied but it's good enough for an update #like a year later

[johannesviii]

Eater of Wasps

Some highlights of the last EDA I’ve read (Eater of Wasps).

I took these screens while reading, along with my reactions. As usual, this is full of spoilers.

O-kay, so this cover is pretty gruesome, I wonder if this is a-

OH SHIT OH NO

Well, that was unexpectedly great.

The problems keep piling up in this story and the action never really stops. It’s pretty straightforward and I wish some characters were given a bit more to do, but the regulars are still well written. Eight hasn’t been this alien since The Burning (which makes sense since it’s the same kind of story, with a basic plot but written like a thriller), Fitz is his usual loyal self, even when he’s scared shitless by the events, and Anji has some of the most interesting moments.

It’s also a real page-turner, with some gloriously horrible body horror left and right and more than a few laughs among all the stress. Unlike the previous book, this one doesn’t really try to make a point, it has a very traditional structure (if you forget the ton of gore thrown at us), and it’s just a gripping adventure with no other goal in mind. Definitely refreshing. 8/10

Okay this is a Baxendale book, so... how long have we got before the body horror and/or the killing starts

THAT WAS LITERALLY THE FIRST LINE

The TARDIS sounds like “a rather poorly cow”, according to this lady.

I laughed out loudly

Get back in the police box, Fitz, you unshaven untrustworthy criminal

Still laughing but I hope this old bigot dies in this story tbh

This description of our current Eight is simultaneously delightful and sad.

Miss “Old-bat-on-a-bike” Havers sounds exactly like a certain person who’s currently running for president in my country and who I hope to see crash and burn in the near future with all my heart

How many racist bigots are there in Miss “I-speak-for-the-whole-village” Havers’ shoes exactly

WELP TIME FOR FUN HEADCANONS ABOUT DANY PINK’S FAMILY TREE

“MISS HAVERS APPEARED READY TO COLLAPSE UNDER THIS ONSLAUGHT OF FOREIGN-SOUNDING NAMES”

Nope. Nope.

Eight wants to drive a tractor.

Also wasn’t he travelling far away from England in the thirties? I recall he said something like that in The Turing Test.

I’m smiling through the sadness this is confusing

Eight geeking about vintage cars, everyone

I really like the Pink brothers so far, so I’m pretty sure at least one of them is going to suffer horribly in this story

Well that’s also what Lawrence Miles claims and his books are roughly 50% politics so I don’t know about this

Eh eh

Eight playing Paranoid on a piano is my new aesthetic

Also I wondered how it would sound like on a piano and holy shit look at this video this person is so talented, like, damn

I don’t know who Kala is but her haircut made me laugh

So Rigby’s possessed by the wasps in some way?

Anji saying “bloody” impresses Hilary Pink and I find this endearing, somehow

We know, Eight, we know

The descriptions of the TARDIS team are great in this book.

I love this scene??

“There was something wrong” = understatement of the month

This creeps me out way more than the wasps themselves, to be honest, because I don’t particularly hate them. I have no idea how painful a wasp sting is because I’ve never been attacked by any of them ever. Granted, I don’t like them, but still.

Wait a second, is the old bigot contaminated too now?

“PITY ABOUT THE PLUMS”

COULD YOU PRETEND TO BE SAD ABOUT THE DEAD GUY FOR TWO CONSECUTIVE SECONDS YOU WALNUT

Extremely relatable

Run away. Run. Away.

Anji no

Good description cut, like, 10/10 would cut again

Can I breathe now? Cause I’d really enjoy that

Apparently I can’t

OH NOT MY HEART HE KEPT THE LETTER FOR 90 YEARS

I’m laughing like an idiot, that never gets old

Still laughing by the way

Well you did ask

Always the best course of action

I love this scene so much oh my god

Well that’s completely different, then

Have I already told you I loved this new TARDIS team with all my heart

[Unexpected sadness]

1) Eight was a sailor during the thirties, why isn’t there a book about that

2) Is that a reference to Pertwee’s tattoo?

3) If Eight really has a tattoo, wouldn’t that be a first (Three’s tattoo was there for real life reasons so it doesn’t really count)?

4) A tattoo of what

5) Where

6) If he hasn’t one and that’s all a lie… is… is he flirting with Fitz

I have no words

My hair is standing on end on my arms I’m not even joking at all holy f█cking shit that’s so f█cking creepy

OH. THAT’S EASY THEN. JUST IGNORE THE HUMAN WASP HIVE STANDING ABSOLUTELY STILL IN COMPLETE DARKNESS WITH HIS MOUTH OPEN TWO METERS AWAY FROM YOU. JUST IGNORE HIM. BECAUSE THAT’S VERY EASY, RIGHT

This shouldn’t be that funny but I’m half laughing half cringing

This scene is terrifying and hilarious at the same time, which results in me cringing like there’s no tomorrow

F█CK I KNEW IT

Holy shit Doctor

Good job, Kala, 10/10

Don’t we all

Oh god please try to explain the context to the police, Eight, I really want you to explain how you arrived in a police box and how Wasp Man is menacing that village because somebody dropped an alien thingie there

Nevermind

Funnier in hindsight

Fitz Kreiner, prison cells connaisseur

Of course he wouldn’t, but that’s still concerning.

Wait Miss “Old-bat-on-a-bike” Havers isn’t dead yet? Is there no justice in the world? (don’t answer that)

“I’m not sure what he is”

Oh that's perfectly normal then

Hey isn’t that the cover of the book?

Eight this is an autopsy for crying out loud don’t act like it’s an unboxing video

Oh. Oh wait. Oh f█ck. Is this book “SCP-439, but with wasps and the victims are mobile"? Oh shit that’s suddenly ten times worse

KILL IT WITH FIRE

FOR THE LULZ For the Vine no idea

Okay book I like you very much but there’s only so many times I can say "nope" in this liveblog and I’m going to run out of nopes soon

EXTREMELY RELATABLE??

I know the feeling, Eight, but please try to focus

That’s… that’s not exactly what she meant, Fitz. I do adore the fact that you had prepared an answer to that question, though

Hehe of course he would offer mint humbugs instead of jelly babies just to troll everyone about the wasps thing – also I want one, I’ve never tasted one before

Oh no cute

[Takes references for future drawings]

Honestly I love this description

SCREAMING

THERE’S BEEN A LOT OF GREAT SCENES IN THIS BOOK ALREADY BUT THAT’S IN THE TOP THREE FOR SURE

Eight you nerd

...........of course you did

implying things aren’t messy already

"overtactile"

Also I still can’t get this out of my head, wasn’t she attacked earlier ?

Ignore me I’m just dying a little bit over there

10/10 would fraud again

This book is almost non-stop action AND funny AND scary and honestly it would be a top-grade perfect Doctor Who book if the writing was slightly better and if the plot was a bit more original

Eight this is a bad idea and you know it

Anji is channelling my exact reaction

Eight every time you end up fighting someone it doesn’t end well for you

That quote is wonderful, I’m gonna memorise it for future D&D games

“It always looks easier in the movies”

This f█cking dialogue oh my god

Or perhaps you could blast the fire extinguisher right in his face before he hurts anyone else, just an idea

“Mad? I’m absolutely furious"

Nobody No-One’s on the phone & he wants his quote back

That’s always been one of my favorite things with Eight, his tendency to take one look at trolley problems and be like "nah". People die accidentally all the time but most of the time he refuses to be the person who decides who lives and who dies. Of course it’s highly debatable, but that’s what makes it interesting in the first place.

"Hope this is not Chris's blood"

Friendly reminder that the Doctor can detect blood types

I don’t know why but that particular sentence makes me laugh, the mental picture is irresistible

Fitz is that guy who always gets killed in slasher movies

And Eight can finally drive a tractor eeeeeee

That’s it that’s the book

Still in love with the descriptions from Rigby’s point of view, by the way.

GREAT EXACTLY WHAT WE NEEDED

GREAT EXACTLY WHAT WE NEEDED 2: THE QUICKENING

Also a defining trait of Eight in all his stories: his refusal to give up. Which is why the beginning of Dark Eyes was so great. And also Ship in a Bottle, because sometimes people need to remind him there’s always hope.

And that’s also what makes Night of the Doctor so heartwrenching ; it’s the Doctor who “never ever gives up” finally giving up, for good.

1) Anji is still channelling my thoughts 2) Honestly I’m glad Rigby’s now an actual monster because the human hive thing standing motionless in complete darkness was infinitely more creepy to me

Still loving these descriptions so I’m still screening them.

The fact that there’s still a part of him which knows this is a f█cking nightmare is the cherry on top, actually.

ASDFGHJHGHJK I FUCKING KNEW IT

“AND TO THINK I HUGGED YOU”

That’s your only reaction?

Ummm sorry I know the situation is extremely tense but look at this sweet little moment?? Thank you

Wasp Man

DOCTOR YOU LITTLE SHIT

Damn that was brutal

I shouldn’t be laughing so hard

Great just what we needed

Why is this still so funny

Can I breathe now

I don’t know why this is so cute to me but it really is

Friendly reminder that I love Anji

Everyone’s safe and nothing hurts, goodbye

Honestly I don’t even know which part of this I prefer.

Maybe "what deadline?".

#Eighth Doctor Adventures #Eater of Wasps #Eighth Doctor #Fitz Kreiner #Anji Kapoor #doctor who #An EDA liveblog full of useless comments #long post #gif #caps lock #body horror tw #insects tw #gore tw

[movie-rant-inc]

COMMON SENSE BOX OFFICE ANALYSIS 6/16 - 6/18

CARS drive the weekend, but Shakur pic draws many EYEZ.

CARS 3

Opened to a solid but unspectacular $53.7M, providing the biggest animated opening so far of 2017, but dropping about $10M from the previous two CARS debuts.

Why?

This one fell directly in the center of expectations.  The CARS series has always been the black sheep of the Pixar family.  The 2006 original was the first Pixar film to garner its share of truly middling reviews, and the much-maligned creative misstep that was CARS 2 (the first film was about preserving history and embracing old fashioned Americana, and the second film was a...spy spoof starring Mater?) soiled folks on the franchise.  Add to that the public disclosure that the CARS franchise was Pixar’s top merchandising moneymaker (especially among small children), and the series was forever tarnished with the stink of capitalism over creativity.  The announcement of a third film was met with eye rolls and loud groans from Pixar’s adult fans, as it seemed to stand for the ultimate in “we didn’t ask for this.”  Add to that middling reviews that touted it as an improvement over Part 2, but still not worthy of Pixar’s higher standard.  So with so much negativity (and/or indifference) for the franchise, an opening weekend drop from the previous installments ($60M and $66M, respectively) was to be expected.

So why didn’t it go even lower?  THE GOOD DINOSAUR opened at $40M (proving the Pixar brand doesn’t GUARANTEE huge openings), so it stands to reason that CARS 3 could have followed the trend of underperforming summer franchise pictures and wandered in closer to $30-40M.  But that’s where the merchandising angle comes in.  As much as CARS is a shrug for adult Pixar fans, the franchise is hugely popular with kids.  And with a G rating, the Pixar name, and a return to a story focused around Lightning McQueen instead of Mater, families filled the seats, offsetting the inevitable drop.  I would gather that it is unlikely we will see a CARS 4 (also a longshot that this film will even match CARS 2’s $191M domestic gross), but the fact that this one didn’t outright BOMB makes it seem that there may be some gas left in the tank, and the franchise will likely live on in some form or another.

ALL EYEZ ON ME

Outperformed even the most optimistic expectations with an impressive $26.4M debut.

Why?

Two words: Tupac Shakur.  Three more words:  STRAIGHT OUTTA COMPTON.  The life of the prolific and beloved artist has taken on a near mythic reputation in recent years, with Elvis-like sightings (“He’s not really dead!”) to controversy (his holographic “performance” at Coachella in 2012), to seemingly never ending merchandising (unreleased performances and unfinished albums continue to pop up), so it was clear that the market was hungry for a biopic.  And with the incredible success of STRAIGHT OUTTA COMPTON in 2015, this film had potential, especially as effective counter programming at the start of summer, during a weekend that saw films catering to primarily kids and women.  So with all that going for it, why didn’t it even open higher?  After all, COMPTON pulled in $60M during its opening weekend...

Marketing was low as compared to COMPTON - not too much was done to reach out beyond Shakur’s heavily black, male fan base.  Also unlike COMPTON, which had producer (and one of the subjects of the film) Ice Cube promoting it at every possible opportunity, EYEZ was marred with many of the film’s living subjects keeping their distance from it, with others (Jada Pinkett Smith in particular) actively speaking out against the film’s creative validity.  Finally, a Rotten Tomatoes score of 23% didn’t help sway anyone on the fence, and couldn’t compete with COMPTON’s 87%, which ended up leading to multiple end of the year awards and Top Ten lists.  Fans clearly wanted to see EYEZ, and they showed up - but the mediocre buzz kept it from going as high as it could have.  Next week’s hold will show us if the film has $100M potential (unlikely), or if it will top out around $60M - still turning a profit, but not shaking the marketplace.

47 METERS DOWN

Inexpensive indie shark movie did just fine with $11M - unspectacular, but not a bomb.

Why?

Not much to say about this one - expectations were low, as the film featured no bankable stars (sorry Claire Holt, Matthew Modine and Mandy Moore) and little selling it beyond “Hey, remember THE SHALLOWS last year?  You like sharks, right?”  The fact that it still found its way to $11M means the horror community was hungry for more water-based thrills, and the effective low key marketing (prominent standees in theaters for a little-promoted film has a sneaky way of suggesting a potential sleeper hit) did its job.  Still, there’s not much heat on the film, and it should drift away shortly, turning a comfortable profit on its $12M budget.

ROUGH NIGHT

With an bomb-tastic $8M opening, the title-based puns write themselves for this one.

Why?

Chalk this one up to a confused marketing campaign, and the continued success of WONDER WOMAN.  Everything was just a mess: the print campaign centered around Scarlett Johansson, but the trailers seemed to hide from her - focusing mainly on the supporting cast.  The ads pushed it as a younger BAD MOMS-meets-THE HANGOVER, but there was no specific sellable plot element outside of Kate McKinnon’s confusing and unfunny Australian accent, and the unpleasant suggestion of jokes surrounding a dead stripper.  A heavily advertise, and similarly themed film (with a funnier trailer) called GIRLS TRIP opens in a month, adding confusion to the mix.  The confusion obviously hurt ROUGH, but it should benefit GIRLS, which now has a full month to distinguish and distance itself.  Mediocre reviews were the final straw - like BAYWATCH, if comedies have have an “unfunny” stink about them, people stay away.  Movie prices are too high these days to pay for something that will play better on TV if word of mouth is bad.

The WONDER WOMAN factor might have played into ROUGH’s weekend too.  The super-sized super hero hit had a huge $41M third weekend, and it’s safe to say that in this summer of massive female strength & empowerment on the big screen, the film’s target audience (women) wouldn’t necessarily be inclined to spend 2 hours with a bachelorette party gone wrong due to drugs, panic and manufactured lunacy.

That’s it for this week - next week we see how a 5th TRANSFORMERS film plays as the only new release in town.

#box office #weekend box office #pixar #pixar cars #cars #cars 3 #animation #wonder woman #rough night #tupac shakur #all eyez on me #47 meters down #shark #sharks #girls trip #comedy #analysis #money #box office results

[elucubrare]

here is a nichepost to end all nicheposts: there's a song with lyrics by Thomas Moore called "Bendemeer's Stream," which was popular towards the beginning of the 20th century. There is a place in WoW called Aggramar's Vault. You see, I think, my problem.   

#the problem is that i can't actually do meter well enough to make this work #tbh #jokes that would be funnier if i were better at meter #there's a bunch of old tauren by aggramar's vault #or something #i am WoW trash #my god i'm a nerd #nicheposts

[elucubrare]

[re: theraflu]

damn, damn, damn, damn.

I've grown accustomed to its taste it almost makes the day begin,  I've grown accustomed to the sweet that coats my throat and makes me weak....

#jokes that would be funnier if i were better at meter #i am dying egypt dying #day 3: the cold has moved into my chest #the head part is barely there #theraflu and walgreens claritin: my safeguards against (more) harm