#but the biggest thing is just that they don’t seem to get that we’re decent people and we’re not gonna fuck over our workplace just for this
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ahahah. don’t you just love it when you watch you and your extended family tear apart at the seams. sooo fun
#vent in tags#in a bit of a pickle with the Cousins#one of them is having a wedding but it’s in a place that my family cannot get to easily#or I mean. we can get there by flying but that’s a whole other can of worms#like logically none of us will be granted time off for that since we just all took a week off last week#not to mention when people go back to school we’re gonna be severely understaffed and they’ll need everyone they can get their hands on#but my cousin is trying very hard to get us to book tickets for a flight now—the wedding is in november.#we’re trying to tell them we just can’t commit this early. but they’re being really pushy about it#kinda guilt tripping us with “you know how important this is to me and [fiance]”#and we’re all like. yeah. we get it. but we literally can’t make this decision until november rolls around#because only then will we know the extent of our Work Crises#i know damn well that if we can’t make it to the wedding they’ll blame US and not the fact that they chose a really inconvenient destination#and like yeah.#it’s their wedding. they can do whatever the hell they want. but expecting us to spend all that money to show up for a couple days is rude#and it’s not even that money is necessarily the problem—though it is a huge factor considering my parents are prepping for three of us—#—to go to college#but the biggest thing is just that they don’t seem to get that we’re decent people and we’re not gonna fuck over our workplace just for this#the store is understaffed already. if the staff weren’t so kind I wouldn’t care. but theyre all truly wonderful people#like. are we supposed to apologize to our cousin for taking our jobs seriously and caring about keeping the store running smoothly?#the four of us (yeah. all my siblings work there) CANNOT get time off again like we did a week ago. that was a one time thing#so like. sorry fam but the weddings lookin really unappealing right now#mage monologues#tw family
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STOP TELEPHONING ME FT. BLUE LOCK MEN
features: shidou ryusei, michael kaiser, mikage reo, itoshi sae, bachira meguru, and when someone calls you during sex.
contains: female reader. pro! blue lock charas. penetrative sex. oral sex. fingering. semi public for reo and bachira. a creampie from sae. brief filming in shidou’s. she and her pronouns used. you or him are on the phone in all of them so yeah !!
note: these are so long for hcs i am so sorry about that
SHIDOU RYUSEI
one of the sweetest things about ryusei, is that his camera roll is filled to the brim with you.
countless rows of what seems like every image of you ever—screenshots of your instagram stories, all those pictures you’ve sent with the message do i look ok attached, and of course—the dozens of photos he’s snapped of you himself.
sweet indeed—although, he’s still him, and so this habit of his isn’t all innocent admiration and good intentions. he has zero hesitation when it comes to filming you during sex—it’s a nasty side effect of his little obsession and, even nastier, he prefers leaving that type of media on your phone; sweet videos of him with his cock stuffed inside you.
so when he’s doing just that—using your device to record himself fucking you from behind, and the words can i help you suddenly leave his mouth—your heart nearly stops. did he really just? with a reluctant glance over your shoulder, you find him holding your phone up to his ear, grinning. he did.
“ryusei! what the fuck? who’s—” you attempt to scold him through an aggressive whisper, but get cut off by your own gasp when he pushes down on the side of your head—forcing your cheek flat against the mattress. he rolls his hips forwards with a breathy laugh, and you can’t help but melt into the cotton sheets and moan when he does so—being effortlessly tamed by the thickness of his cock.
“oh? you sure you wanna talk to her? she’s a little busy right now,” he sneers into the receiver, grin tripling in both size and arrogance when he looks down and sees your face—scrunched up in pure ecstasy as you fist the fabric on either side of your head. yeah, busy being all fucking his.
nevertheless, he thinks it’d be rude of him to not transfer the call over—this person went through the effort of dialling your number, after all.
so he tucks your phone between his shoulder and his ear, and uses both hands to pull you upright—flush against his chest. with his left hand latching onto your throat, and his right now holding your phone a couple inches from your ear, he purrs, “it’s for you, babydoll. wanna say hi?”
there’s a beat of silence, and then you hear it, a voice seething with anger—one that belongs to none other than your ex boyfriend. shit.
you’re holding your breath now—hoping that if you can remain silent, he’ll give up on his attempt to reach you altogether. a decent plan—but not for someone who’s currently dating the world’s biggest instigator. “c’monnnn, at least tell him how good your boyfriend’s fuckin’ you.”
he hums in content as his left hand travels south—between your tits and eventually, onto your clit. he uses his middle finger to rub tight circles, and with his cock still pressing kisses to your sensitive spots, with his tongue dancing across your neck—a whine slips out from between your lips.
and your ex hangs up—spewing a few unsavoury comments about your boyfriend before doing so.
“awwww, we were just getting to the best part,” ryusei whines, but he doesn’t stay down for long. “get ready to cum for me baby, and don’t fuckin’ hold back. we’re gonna leave him a voicemail.”
MICHAEL KAISER
when it comes to you, michael is both equal parts selfish and selfless.
he’s great at sharing. everything from his clothing to his habits—routines he’s stuck with for years, changed, because he wants his luxe life to be something you can experience with him.
like tonight, for instance—where a past version of himself would have returned home from practice, and immediately gotten into a hot bath to loosen his sore muscles. present him is in fact relaxing in a hot bath after a rather shit practice, but present him also has a pretty girl to help him wind down.
and while your boyfriend has no problem sharing with you, hell would freeze over before he’d share you. you’re his, and though he seldom allows his possessive behaviour to control him—it seems to linger on his shoulders nonetheless, particularly after a bad day.
you’re doing your best to lift his spirits—bouncing on his cock, pressing needy kisses along his inked neck—when your phone starts buzzing against the tiled ledge surrounding the tub. he knows you’ve been expecting an important call, but he doesn’t want you to stop—he’s not going to let you stop. even so, he’d be a pretty bad boyfriend if he ignored the call altogether, so he’ll answer it himself—seeing as you’re preoccupied.
“hello?” his voice is smooth, nonchalant—a little too much so. you still your movements, watching expectantly as michael’s gaze shift to yours. he smiles before continuing, as if he’s softening the impending blow. “an interview? sure, let me pass you to her.”
his eyes darken ever so slightly as he holds your phone out, mouthing the words take it.
you obey your boyfriend’s command with a little too much confidence—bringing the device up to your ear and barely managing a hello of your own before michael has you cupping a hand over your mouth with a sharp thrust of his hips. he doesn’t stop there either—grabbing onto your waist tight, more or less holding you still as he begins fucking into you at a steady pace.
“uh, i-i’m,” your mind goes blank as the voice of your potential employer rings in your ears with a simple question—what does your availability look like? michael is eavesdropping of course, sucking feverishly at the delicate skin on your neck as he strains to hear the conversation.
“monday through friday my love, isn’t that right?” he purrs into your opposite ear—handing you the answer on a silver platter. he wants you to get at least one response out before he inevitably, but indirectly ends the call. maybe it’s his sour mood tainting his train of thought, but the future where you have a job—is one where you have less time for him, less time for this. he doesn’t want that. “because you’re all mine on the weekends, aren’t you? such a precious girl, letting me fuck you like this. i don’t know what i’d do without you, baby.”
the words drip from his mouth like honey, sweet and genuine. it’s times like these that prove how scary love is, because in the heat of the moment—you’re convinced that you don’t really want this job, that all you want is to be his.
the water sloshes against the walls of the bathtub as you crumble onto his shoulder with a whine—phone silent and blank as it sits uselessly in your hand. michael runs his palms up and down your back in an attempt to soothe the upset he just assisted in—cock jumping when you sit up and pout at him.
“you’ll definitely get the next one, my love. in the meantime, this can be your full time job,” he grins—smug, but not insincere in the slightest. “you’re already a perfect fit.”
MIKAGE REO
reo, prim and proper at first glance—the perfect textbook gentleman, is anything but.
he has the courteous mannerisms down to a tee, all charming smiles and soft touches as he opens the door to his luxurious car—holding out a hand to help you inside. once you’re seated, he’ll do an adorable little jog over to the driver’s side because—keeping a pretty girl waiting just isn’t right.
his chivalry ends there though, because a parking lot is the perfect place for you to suck him off, he thinks.
and oh, how absolutely perfect you are—leaned over the centre console with your tongue swirling around his tip. he can’t help but pant a little as he lets his head fall back against the seat.
but his euphoria is short lived, because the sound of your ringtone fills his vehicle almost as quickly as it kills the mood—bluetoothed and displaying a name on the dashboard’s touch screen. seishiro. reo figures he’s only calling you to ask about him, but it’s awfully late, and while he has no reason to distrust his best friend—he finds himself curious, wanting to eavesdrop on the conversation.
so, he taps his finger on the little green button.
“ynnn,” nagi’s voice emanates from the speakers—syllables drawn out and on the whinier side. you peer up at reo, and he’s looking down at you, eyes heavy with anticipation as he waits for a follow up. “are you with reo?”
your boyfriend visibly relaxes upon hearing that—and with his curiosity fed, he reaches forward to hang up, but—you swat his hand away.
“no, why? what’s up?” you hold eye contact with reo as you speak—ghosting your lips over his tip before licking up his shaft and taking him back into your mouth. you’re hoping that nagi will start to ramble, because if he does—reo will have to stay quiet, or at least attempt to.
and nagi happens to want an unreleased game, one that reo could pull a few strings and get his hands on if he wanted to—all things the voice on the other end is in the midst of explaining. he’s mere background noise though, because your attention is solely on reo and his cock.
you hold him near the base, using your hand to pump whatever your mouth can’t accommodate. reo shifts in his seat—biting down on the knuckle of his index finger as he goes one on one against the urge to buck up into your face, because that’d really conjure up a sinful sound.
and reo worries he might draw blood when you hum against him—sending vibrations throughout the length of his cock, and oh fuck, he’s so close. his brows knit together as he taps frantically on the screen—ending the call. he cums seconds later, head thrown back in pleasure as he groans and gasps through his orgasm.
“c’mere,” he breathes heavily—cupping your face in his hands and crashing his lips onto yours for a messy kiss. “you wanna sit on it, sweetheart? we can head to the backseat.”
ITOSHI SAE
it might not seem like it, but there’s nowhere sae would rather be on his day off than here.
sitting on a small padded bench inside the private fitting room of a store, with you straddling his lap in a little floral mini dress. he figures that if he’s going to blow this much money on so little fabric, he might as well trial the garment’s true purpose—sex whenever and wherever he wants.
and now, as he watches you grind down onto the growing bulge in his pants—dress bunched up at your waist with one of the straps slipping off your shoulder, he can definitely see himself getting his money’s worth.
he’s just getting into it—running his hands over your ass and hips, tangling his fingers around the lace of your panties—when your phone starts to ring. at first, neither of you even acknowledge the sound, but it persists with a second call, and out of his peripherals—sae sees his manager’s name sitting the top of the screen. great, so much for your alone time.
“hello?” your voice is soft, and yet it still manages to catch your boyfriend off guard. during his brief sulk, you’ve not only answered the call, but put it on speaker as well. “is everything alright?”
the words i need to talk to sae come through, and you feel the breeze from his eye roll. you run your fingers through the hair at the back of sae’s head, pulling him a little closer as you continue to move your hips. he nuzzles into your neck soon after—eyes heavy as he watches your movements in the floor to ceiling mirror directly across from him.
“sorry, no can do. you know he needs the break,” you hum into the receiver, and you swear sae’s grip on you tightens. he loves it when you defend him like this—he thinks it’s hot.
so hot—he just can’t keep it in his pants anymore. he’s unbuttoning and unzipping—pushing fabric out of the way until his cock is springing free, and finally, he’s sinking into your cunt.
a breathy fuck falls from his lips as he leans his head back against the wall—staring up at you like you’re some kind of deity, which—in this dress, just might be true. his nails carve into your hips as he drags you along his shaft, and oh—it’s so easy for him to get carried away when you’re hugging him so tight.
“he’ll call you first—first thing in the morning.” you fumble over your words a little when the head of sae’s cock presses against a sensitive spot, but you get the response you wanted nonetheless—a that’s good thank you, and the call ends there.
a reward worthy performance, he thinks.
“oh god, sae,” you whine—and he buries his face back into the crook of your neck, recognizing the familiar knot unraveling just below his waist. his teeth sink into your shoulder, and he cums hard, breathing heavy against your skin as he watches the mirror’s reflection through hooded lids—staring intently as white starts to leak out of you, and down the side of his cock.
“careful, you’re gonna ruin the dress,” he mutters—knowing full well that the sticky mess is all him. “guess i have to buy it now, huh?”
BACHIRA MEGURU
meguru’s fatal flaw is his attention span, or rather—his lack thereof.
the dinner reservation was at seven—a table for four. you, him, and two representatives from a sports brand that’s interested in sponsoring him.
it’s a few minutes past the hour, and the other duo is evidently running a little late—no big deal, but your boyfriend thinks otherwise. he’s sitting with his chin in his palm, twirling a straw around his fingers, and crumbling under the weight of his boredom. unfortunately, you don’t think this is an establishment that’d have a colouring page and some crayons for him, but not to worry—he’s just found something else to entertain himself.
“meguru, behave,” you shoot him a glance as he scoots closer—hearing him mutter a yes ma’am, but still feeling his hand beneath your skirt a few seconds later. he brushes his middle finger over the thin fabric of your panties—gently rubbing over your clit before he begins tracing what you think are hearts onto your cunt.
your gaze floods with desire—a look that meguru knows well, and loves dearly. he’s getting excited now, tail wagging with delight, because he knows that you’ll let him continue—so long as he doesn’t make it obvious to anyone in the room.
this means that, when one of the representatives suddenly starts calling you, he technically doesn’t have to behave.
“hello?” you bring your phone up to your ear, and at the same time—meguru’s hand slips past the waistband of your panties. he sighs in content—slouching back in his seat and lolling his head to the side. you’d almost think he was the one being touched. “w-what? you can’t find it?”
ah, so you’re saying they’re lost—which loosely translates to you have more time to play. good.
using his index and ring finger to spread you open—he sinks his middle into your warm cunt, curling it upwards and moving his hand side to side a bit. meanwhile, the voice on the other line is begging for directions, and you’re struggling to give them.
you lean into meguru’s side and hold his wrist—not to stop his movements, but to limit them, at least until you manage to get off the phone. but your boyfriend—sweet as pie and smart when it’s convenient for him, presses a kiss to your temple, and decides that he’ll take care of it for you.
“look for the big arena tour billboard, we’re right below that. see you soon,” he leans in and hums happily into your phone, and the rep thanks him before hanging up. with time now running out, he brings all three of his fingers up to your clit, where he rubs tight circles. “mmm, i don’t wanna stop, baby. wanna make you cum.”
“megs, that’s them!” you squeak—spotting two well dressed, important looking people scurrying past a window on the opposite side of the room. you claw at meguru’s wrist—but his fingers stay glued to your clit for as long as possible, and he ends up pulling away mere seconds before they round the corner.
he’s all innocent smiles and waves as the two approach the table—not so subtly licking up the side of his middle finger, which—wouldn’t be so awful if there were more than just drinks on your table. either way, it’s swept under the rug, and the four of you begin introducing yourselves while looking over the menu.
and your phone is on silent at this point, but it lights up with one new message from meguru.
bathroom in 5? <3 i know what i wanna eat ;)
#izurou#blue lock x reader#blue lock smut#blue lock hcs#shidou x reader#shidou smut#kaiser x reader#kaiser smut#reo x reader#reo smut#sae x reader#itoshi sae x reader#sae smut#bachira x reader#bachira smut#bllk x reader#blue lock x you
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hidden truths
summary: who would have thought a childish game of 7 minutes in heaven would eventually bring you two together? (a classic enemies to lovers)
pairing: percy hynes white x reader
a/n: hi, thank you for showing so much love for the xavier fic! i’ve been working on this for a while and i’m finally happy with it. i hope you guys enjoy! for the sake of the story, percy is in his blonde era (one of his best)
warnings: really not much but there’s a part where it gets a little steamy.
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percy hynes white was the epitome of an annoying frat boy. the only reason you have to tolerate him is because of mutual friends and similar classes. if you had it your way, you would never be in his presence.
“y/n, c’mon it’s not a party without you. you never miss the frat parties,” emma clings to your arm giving her best puppy dog eyes.
“fine em, i’ll go. only because i enjoy free drinks though.”
“yes! yes! me and naomi are gonna swing by your dorm to get ready,” emma gives you the biggest grin making you roll your eyes. she slides back into her seat that was sitting across from you.
“okay. who else is going?”
“if i’m not mistaken the whole group is going.”
“wait a second. which frat house party is it?”
“definitely not the one percy and georgie are in,” emma mumbled under her breath. you glared at her with a clenched jaw.
“you’ve got to be fucking kidding me. emma, you know i can’t stand percy.”
“you can’t back out! you have to just ignore him,” she looks at her phone and realized she was running late for her class. “well look at time. i gotta go but i love you and i’ll see you later!”
emma gathers all of her books off the table and rushes to give your cheek a small peck. you were sure you wanted to kill her.
“i seriously hate you!” you yell out to the girl currently running towards the door.
“no you don’t!” was the last thing you heard from her before she makes her out of the door.
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true to her word, naomi and emma came by your shared dorm room with jenna. you still weren’t sure if you wanted to go. handling the stress of your math class with the midterm exam was enough on your plate. now you have to deal with percy for another night out.
“get dressed before we’re late,” jenna looks at you through her long mirror.
“you literally can’t be late to a frat party jenna and i have nothing to wear. so i can’t go.” you put on your best smile to make yourself seem innocent. naomi shakes her head at you and immediately walks to your closet.
she was searching for a minute before finding the perfect party outfit. naomi pulls out your black leather mini skirt with a simple dark green cropped shirt. walking over to you, she hands you the outfit and wordlessly points to the bathroom.
“oo i know just the shoes for this outfit!” emma digs through your shoes and pulls out your black chunky platform heels. she hands you the shoes as you reluctantly go to the bathroom.
once you fully got dressed and ready, you took one look in the bathroom mirror silently admitting your friends picked out a great outfit.
“see you look hot. percy isn’t gonna know what hits him,” naomi throws you a wink.
“this is torture enough. let’s go before i change my mind,” you grabbed a dark washed jean jacket and your phone. the other three girls grabbed their belongings and everyone walked out the door.
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“okay ground rules. one, we have to let each other know when someone is leaving. two, at least try to stick together. and three, y/n try not to argue with percy,” naomi says to the three of you while linking arms with you.
“tell that to blondie.”
finally making it to the frat house, music was blasting. at least they were playing the hood music you thought to yourself.
“ladies! welcome to the party. the drinks are in the kitchen and you guys are the last of the group to come,” georgie greets all you with a smile. you take the time to hug him before stepping in.
“wow sweetheart. didn’t think you had it in you to actually dress decent,” percy gazes at you with a smug grin.
you turned to glare at him, “don’t call me that and you’re certainly not going to ruin my night.” you tried to walk pass him but he grabs your wrist to stop your movements.
“hey lighten up buttercup. it’s a party!” you scuffed at him and walked passed him again but not without making sure to bump his shoulder. you made your way to the kitchen where you seen joy, hunter, and oliver.
“y/n, don’t kill me for what i’m about to say. are you sure you and percy don’t like each other? i mean i can’t be the only one who sees the tension.”
“hunter, we have tension because we hate each other. joy can you pass me a red cup?” you take the cup from joy to start pouring your drink.
“maybe you guys just need to fuck.” jenna gasped at oliver’s words and nods her head enthusiastically .
“ollie you are so right. you guys need to like fuck it out of your systems. or at least makeout.”
“fuck off. i would never think about touching him,” you threw your drink down your throat feeling the light burn of the alcohol.
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“y/n we’re playing 7 minutes in heaven! you gotta come play with us,” joy waved you over. sitting in a circle sat georgie, hunter, jenna, emma, oliver, naomi, joy, percy and a couple of other people you assumed where either in a frat or sorority house.
“eh why not,” you shrugged your shoulders and walked over to squeeze in the middle of oliver and naomi.
rounds go by and different pairs had gonna into the closet coming out a giggling mess. it’s what happens when you mix alcohol and single college kids.
“percy it’s your turn to spin the bottle,” hunter hands the bottle to him. percy places it on the floor and gives it a good spin. you had seen where one of the girls desperately looked like she wanted the bottle to land on her. how pathetic you thought to yourself.
please don’t land on me
please don’t land on me
please don’t land on me
you continued to chant this in your head as the bottle was nearing to a stop. holding a breath you didn’t realize you were holding the bottle finally stops. percy looks up from the bottle and eyes you, of course it lands on you.
“y/n and percy step up and get in the closet!” emma cheered clearly too excited for whatever was gonna happen. percy was the first to stand up and held a hand out to help you up. you huffed and took his hand as he gently pulled you up. huh, has his hands always been this soft?
“remember 7 minutes. no more and no less,” georgie pushes you both into the empty closet and closes the door. you were not drunk enough for this.
“so we finally alone now,” percy leaned up against one side of the wall and leaned on the other side.
“yeah, don’t try anything blondie.”
“oh c’mon sweetheart. you know you like when i flirt with you.”
“who told you that lie.”
“you did. with your body,” you could just hear the grin he had. maybe you do enjoy he’s flirty words. at least sometimes… but he could never know that due his ego. it didn’t need to be any bigger than it already was.
“how exactly did you even come up with that conclusion?” you kissed your teeth and moved both of your arms to cross in front of you. percy moves the short distance to cage you between his arms and the wall he rested his hands on above your head.
“don’t think i don’t see when you slightly squirm or your pouting face to stop you from possibly blushing. face it honey, you’re just as attracted to me as i’m attracted to you.” your breath hitched upon hearing this from him.
“careful now. one might think your head is getting a bit big there. just full of lies,” you were so glad he couldn’t actually see you. he was a little right, for some reason you’ve always been attracted to him.
“lies? yeah okay,” he bent his head down more to your face. “if i kissed you right now, you’re saying you wouldn’t kiss back?” feeling the coolness of his breath touch your lips made you nervous all of a sudden.
“no. i would not kiss back,” it was lie and both of you knew that. he chuckled lightly and shook his head.
percy takes his hands off the wall and planted one at the base of your neck while the other one was on your cheek. he pulls you into a needy kiss. immediately you responded by kissing him equally as needy. you felt him smirk into the kiss, such an asshole you thought.
he uses the hand that was on your cheek to slide down and hike your thigh up to his leg. “jump,” he low said against your lips. you completed his request with a small jump to wrap both legs around his waist. your skirt had ridden up allowing him to have more access to your ass while your arms took their place around his shoulders.
“see sweetheart? you do want me,” he teased you by nudging his nose with your nose.
“just kiss me again idiot.”
“you’re being a bit mean for someone that’s not in charge right now. you know damn well i have no problem with putting you down right now. but you wouldn’t like, would you babe?” his words were sent straight down to your core and a small whine slipped out of your mouth. you wanted him so bad.
“do you want me to beg you?” you feel his shoulders shrug upwards, “i’d love to see you beg me.”
“percy please-“ he cuts you off bringing his mouth right back on yours. your fingers start to tangle themselves into his hair pulling ever so slightly. percy lets his hands squeeze your ass making you lightly gasp. taking the quick opportunity to push his tongue into your mouth some how making you more needier than ever.
your tongues battled for dominance and he presses more into you. he maneuvers his hand in between both of your bodies to touch the waistband of your panties. you moan into his mouth, “you want me right there huh?” you nodded your head quickly as your chest felt heavy.
“i know baby,” percy bent his head to the crook of your neck and laid open mouth kisses on your neck. “the first time i finally get to fuck you, it will be done probably. i need to see your face as you cum for me.” he taps your back thigh for you to unwrap your legs from around his waist.
he gently lets you down and helps you fix your skirt. “don’t worry, i’ll have you under me in a couple of minutes,” he kisses your cheek quickly while running his fingers through his hair to push it further back.
as if on cue, the closet door swings open revealing everyone staring right back at you. you became flustered instantly and put your head down to look at your shoes. percy’s hand touches your waist to lightly push you out the closet.
“we’re going back to the dorms. enjoy the rest of the party guys,” you snapped your head up to look at him and slapped his chest. “i’m not gonna lie sweetheart.”
you rolled your eyes at him and go to jenna who held your jacket and purse out to you with a smirk. you avoided her gaze and thanked her quietly. percy’s hand takes its place around your waist to guide you out the front door.
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the walk back to the dorms was silent. but not an awkward silence, it was quite comfortable. your hands constantly bumping each other as if you guys wanted to hold hands but wasn’t sure.
“my feet kinda hurt,” you break the silence with your very truthful statement. he looks down at your pouting face and smiles.
“you want a piggyback ride?”
“please?”
he nods his head and bent over to allow you hop on his back. immediately he loops his arms under your legs and pulled down each side of your skirt, so no one seen anything. you placed your arms around his shoulders again and leaned your chin on his head.
“you okay?”
“yes thank you.”
this feels too natural with percy. kissing him, being in his arms and having him pressed against you felt real. you weren’t even sure if he felt the same way but this feeling sent your stomach fluttering with butterflies.
“hey percy, can i ask you a question?” you whispered to him as if you were too shy to ask the question.
“what’s up?”
“why do we hate each other? or at least did hate each other?”
he sighed and licked his lips, “y/n i never hated you. you’re gonna think this is stupid and pretty cliché but i only did that to get your attention really.” you genuinely start laughing at the ridiculous of the boy.
“percy, if you were just nicer to me when we first met then we wouldn’t be in this mess.”
“i know but i have you now, right?” now he was nervous for your answer. would it all go back to how it was before after tonight or will tonight change everything?
“yeah. you have me now,” he smiled and let go of one of your thighs to bring your hand to his lips placing a delicate kiss.


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Sew Me Up and Keep Me Whole
fanfiction
ao3
word count: 7603
Thanks to seeing how various injuries are treated as a member of the football team, Dash actually has a decent background in first aid and anatomy. He gets adopted into Team Phantom when circumstances keep leading him to be the one patching up Phantom after fights.
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Dash was walking home after a football game. He was exhausted and was looking forward to going to bed tonight. Plus there was a ghost attack at the end of the game so it ran extra long while they waited for it to be over.
He turned into the park. It was dark in the park, but it made his trip home from the school faster. His dad would be even madder if he woke him up this late. He wanted to get back as soon as possible.
He got to the wooded part of the trees when he heard something. It sounded like voices.
“Tucker, you’re not doing it right.” Somebody whispered angrily. It sounded like Manson.
“Do you want to try doing this?” He hissed back. “I’m the only one who’s taken a sewing class. You didn’t think you should be reduced to something so ‘stereotypically feminine.’”
“-’s not ev’n a fem’n’n thing.” Was that Fenton? “Sewing is a b-basic life skill…”
“That’s not the point!” She hissed back at them. “My mom-”
Dash stepped through the bushes and past the tree separating them and fell short. That wasn’t who he was expecting to be there.
Phantom sat in between Foley and Manson, not Fenton. As he stepped through the bushes their heads snapped up to look at him. Phantom’s head groggily lulled to the side as he looked at Dash.
“Ha. Jus’...what we need.”
Dash frowned. “What?”
Phantom chuckled and closed his eyes.
“No! Don’t close your eyes!” Manson lightly slapped him. When he just groaned and leaned his head back against the tree behind him she slapped him harder.
“...Sam!” He pried his eyes open and glared at her. “Don’ hit m’..”
“You can’t fall asleep until Tucker is done with your stitches. If only he could just hurry it up.” Manson ground out.
“I’m going as fast as I can!” Tucker breathed out, his hand shakily pulling another stitch through Phantom’s injury. “I don’t want to leave an ugly scar or make it worse by not doing it well.”
Dash stepped closer to where they were sat behind the bushes. Manson shot another look at him. He could finally see Phantom’s wound and it was pretty gnarly. Foley’s stitches were holding it closed but they definitely weren’t pretty.
“Do you need help?” Dash asked apprehensively. “I’ve seen a lot of injuries during football practice. And I’m not squeamish like you, Foley.”
“Yeah? You know how to sew up wounds?” Manson spit out. “How is watching people get treated for wounds during practice the same as sewing up an injury?”
Dash held up his hands. “It seems like Foley doesn’t know what he’s doing either. I know how to sew already. Isn’t that like halfway there?”
Foley looked at Manson. “If he can get it done faster than me, why not let him? We’re gonna run out of time.”
“How can we trust him?” Manson glanced at Dash, worrying her lip.
“He is literally Phantom’s biggest fan except for maybe Paulina. Do you really think he’s gonna try to kill him?”
A blush rose to Dash’s cheeks at Foley’s comment while Manson kept studying him.
A few more moments went by before she looked back at Phantom. He smiled at her groggily.
She sighed. “Fine. Dash, get over here.”
His eyes widened, stunned that they actually accepted his help. He strode forward and knelt on the ground between Foley and Manson. Phantom looked up at him, the goofy smile still on his face.
“Funny that y’ur the one h’lping me.” He chuckled.
“Why’s that?” Dash asked. Phantom just shook his head and chuckled again.
“Here.” Foley handed him a pair of gloves. “We don’t know if his ectoplasm can irritate or damage skin. We haven't felt risky enough to try it out yet.”
“How often do you guys do this?” Dash snapped his gloves on and took the needle from Foley. Phantom smiled wistfully.
“I get hurt a lot.”
Dash hummed as he made his first stitch. “Well that’s not good.”
“Yeahh.. ghosts suck. And also bullies. They can hurt pretty bad sometimes too.”
Shame wriggled into Dash’s stomach as he made another stitch. What would Phantom think of him if he knew he was a bully himself?
Phantom hummed a wistful sigh as he watched Dash sew his wound closed.
“Y’know, ‘ur pretty cute.”
Dash’s brain stopped for a moment and spent a second processing what Phantom said. He felt like he was short circuiting.
“What?” Dash asked.
Tucker burst out laughing. “Man, you’re not gonna live this one down.” Sam shushed him.
Dash continued sewing Phantom’s wound closed as he tried to get his bearings. He never would’ve thought his hero would think of him like that.
“So.” He said, pulling the thread tight. “Are you guys friends?”
“We’r’ bes frie-” Sam covered his mouth.
“We help him with ghost fights. We don’t know him that well.”
“Oh. It just seemed like you guys are pretty close. He must trust you two a lot.”
Dash finished up his last stitch. “There we go. You’re all closed up.”
Phantom smiled at him again as Dash pulled off his gloves and put them in a bag Tucker held up to him. “Tha’ was s’much faster than Tucker.”
“Much cleaner stitches, too.” Sam said, leaning down to look at them.
“‘Thank you for trying, Tucker. We’re so grateful for you, Tucker.’” He mumbled out as he put all their supplies back in his bag.
“C’mon, Tuck!” Phantom lulled his head in Tucker’s direction. “You’ve stitched up so… so many stitches before now. I’d’d have bled out so many times over with-without you.”
“Thank you, D- Phantom.”
Dash pushed himself up off the ground and stretched. “Do you guys need help getting him back… Wherever he needs to go?”
“We can take him back to my house.” Sam stood up. “My parents are those people who go to bed at eight o’clock and get up at some ungodly hour for their office jobs.”
“Can you stand, Phantom?” Tucker asked him.
Phantom shakily tried to stand up. He only made it up part way before he fell back to his knees.
“Here.”
Dash bent down and picked Phantom up bridal style. He adjusted his hold on him until he was holding him comfortably.
“Okay.” Dash turned to look at Sam. “Lead the way.”
He followed behind Sam and Tucker as they walked through the trees. Phantom was much heavier than what Dash would expect from a ghost. He figured ghosts would be light as a feather since they could fly, but Phantom felt so much like a human it was uncanny.
Phantom leaned his head back into the crook of Dash’s neck. He took a sharp breath in as he felt Phantom’s breath ghost against his neck.
Dash looked down at Phantom and his eyes were closed, but after a few moments of Dash staring Phantom peeked an eye open.
He jumped and looked back up at Sam and Tucker. They were whispering between themselves, shooting glances back at Dash. Phantom chuckled.
“Thank you for helping us.”
Dash looked back down at him. Phantom already seemed to be more coherent than when Dash first stumbled upon them.
“Of course. You should probably thank your friends for letting me help you. They were pretty skeptical at first.”
Phantom shrugged. “They’re just looking out for me. They’re protective.”
“So you are friends?” Dash asked. Phantom looked at Sam and Tucker.
“Yeah. They’re the best friends I could’ve asked for.”
“Are you friends with the Fenton kid too?” Dash asked.
Phantom turned to look at Dash sharply. “The Fenton kid?”
“Yeah.” Dash nodded. “Danny. Hangs around with those two. Kind of a freak.”
Phantom frowned at him and turned away from him. “Oh. The ghost hunter’s son? No. Why would I be friends with him? His parents would tear me apart.”
“Oh. Yeah that’s true. Those three just never go anywhere without each other so I thought maybe he was in on this too. He’s a dork anyways.”
“We’re here.” Sam called behind them.
Dash looked up to see Sam and Tucker stopped in front of a set of stairs leading to Sam’s front door. Phantom suddenly jumped out of Dash’s arms and winced once his feet hit the ground. It set Dash off balance and it took a moment for him to regain it.
Phantom walked over to where Sam and Tucker were waiting.
“Will you be okay?” Dash called to him.
“Yeah.” Phantom said without looking back at him. “I’ll be fine.”
He walked away from Dash without looking back at him. The three of them walked inside the door and shut it behind them.
He stood there and stared at the closed door. A pit formed in his stomach but he’s not sure what happened.
He turned around and started the short trek home.
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Dash was walking in the hallways of Casper High. He was heading to his next class. He just wanted this day to be over with.
Up ahead of him he saw Fenton and his friends. He smirked and started walking faster to catch up with them.
“Hey, Fentoadally lame! Where do you think you’re going!”
He saw Fenton’s shoulders rise and fall as he sighed. He looked over his shoulder at Dash, an angry grimace on his face.
“Anywhere away from you.”
The hallways were starting to clear out as it got closer to the bell. He caught up to them and grabbed Danny by the shoulder, turning him around and slamming him into the lockers to their left. He glared up at Dash.
“What do you want, Dash?”
Dash sneered down at him. “I want to get my afternoon wailing in before I lose my chance and you disappear for the rest of the day like you did yesterday.”
Danny rolled his eyes. “And why does your wailing have to be on me?”
“Because you’re my favorite nerd to wail on.” Dash said as he pulled his arm back, ready to hit Danny.
“Excuse me!”
Something hit Dash in the back of the head. He hissed and when he turned around he saw Sam holding her boot in her hand, glaring at him.
“What the hell, Manson?” He rubbed the spot she had hit. “What’s that boot made of?”
“Steel toe.” Tucker said from where he stood, far away from the action.
“How’s it feel, Dash? Huh? Do you like getting hit? Do you want to know what it’s like to get beat up for no reason every single day?” Sam spat at him.
He took a step away from her. He already knew what that was like. He didn’t need to know what it would be like, just from a different person.
“Sam-” Danny tried stepping out from behind Dash to get to her but there wasn’t enough room for him to move.
“Why should we let you keep helping us with Phantom if we can’t trust you to leave our friend alone?”
“What?” Dash asked, incredulous. “How are either of these things related?”
Sam walked up to him and poked him in the chest. Distantly Dash could hear the late bell ringing. “Because how do we know you wouldn’t turn on Phantom? That if we relied on you, that you would actually be there to help him?”
“But Phantom is-”
“A person, just like Danny.” Sam said. “Just because Danny isn’t your ‘hero’ doesn’t mean he deserves to be a punching bag.”
Dash rolled his eyes. “Fenton just asks for it.”
Sam closed her eyes and shook her head.
“No, you know what? We won’t need your help anymore, Dash. We were doing just fine without you. We’ll manage.”
“I didn’t want to have to associate with you nerds anymore than I have to anyways.” Dash tried to ignore the pang in his chest at the idea of not being able to help Phantom anymore.
“You know, I’ve heard that Phantom doesn’t like bullies.” Fenton said from behind him.
Dash turned and frowned at him. “What do you know?” He shoved Fenton into the lockers one more time and walked away from them. He could hear Sam furiously whispering with Danny about something but Dash tried to tune it out.
Where did Manson get off threatening to beat him? That’d just make her a hypocrite, wouldn’t it? Doing the very thing she hates?
Whatever. It didn’t matter. She couldn’t make it so Phantom couldn’t talk to him.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“Hey, I’ll see you later, Kwan!” Dash said as he walked out of the Nasty Burger. Kwan turned around where he was walking the opposite way down the sidewalk.
“Yeah! See you tomorrow, buddy!” Kwan shouted back at him.
Dash smiled as he started his walk home. Kwan was always pretty good at cheering him up. He’d had a pretty bad week. Every time he’d gone to Phantom to try to talk to him he’d up and disappear or fly away before Dash could even get a word in. Sam and Tucker must’ve said something to him about what happened with Fenton.
He sighed. He’d probably never get to talk to Phantom again at this rate.
He heard some rustling coming from the alley he was coming up on. He paused just before it. Nothing good ever came from inside alleyways.
“Tucker, where are you- Danny, he-”
He could hear Manson’s panicked voice coming from inside the alley. He crept forward.
Dash looked into the alley to see Sam desperately talking on the phone. Phantom sat on the ground in front of her. She was holding a rag to his stomach.
“No, no I already have the supplies. I can’t-”
A tear streamed down her face. “Tucker, I need you. I can’t do this without you.”
Phantom’s eyes slowly opened. He tilted his head towards the end of the alley that Dash was standing in. He locked eyes with him, taking a deep breath.
“Sam..”
She looked up at him. When she saw where he was looking, she followed his gaze until her eyes landed on Dash. Her eyes widened. After a few moments of staring, she put her phone back up to her ear.
“No, Dash- Dash is here. He just walked up. He- He could probably help us again. Just one more time.”
Dash jumped. How serious was it this time that she couldn’t wait for Tucker?
“Dash, get over here!”
He jumped again at her call, but ran to them inside the alley.
“Can you stitch him up again?” She pleaded. “I know what I said, but I-”
“It’s fine.” Dash said. “I’m not that petty that I’ll refuse to save his life just because you don’t like me.”
She pulled a first aid kit out of her backpack and handed it to him. “You’re mean to me and my friends. I don’t want to be around you if you’re going to bully us.”
“Tch.” Dash scoffed. He pulled on a pair of gloves. “As if you aren’t just as mean to us. You go around antagonizing Paulina and forcing things that you want to do on other people.”
She rolled her eyes. “You literally beat people up and stuff them into their lockers. That is not the same thing.”
“Yeah, well-”
“As much as I love watching Sam tell it to you, can you guys hurry it up?”
Dash and Sam looked at Phantom. He had one eye squinted open and he was looking between them.
“Sorry.” Dash said. He threaded the needle and got started stitching up Phantom’s wound.
They were silent while Dash worked. His stitches were quick and soon Dash was done. He sighed.
“I actually used to be friends with them when we were younger. Before they met you.”
“What?” Sam turned to stare at him. “Why are you so mean to them then?”
“My parents didn’t like Fenton’s parents. Or all the nonsense they were spouting about ghosts. I’d come home and tell them all about it and they thought the Fenton’s were ‘corrupting my mind’ or something like that.”
Phantom turned his head to look at Dash.
“My parents told me I couldn’t be his friend anymore. And I told Danny that, but he didn’t get it. And he and Tucker were a package deal at that point. They were more inseparable than me and Danny had ever been. So I just… told them that I didn’t want to be their friend anymore. That they weren’t cool enough. I think I hit one of them. They didn’t go out of their way to talk to me after that.”
They sat in silence for a moment after that.
“Parents, amiright?” Sam said quietly, as she looked at Phantom. “My parents are like that. They try to get me to stop being friends with Danny all the time but I argue too much with them for it to ever stick. Or I don’t tell them when I’m hanging out with Danny.”
“At least you have that luxury.” Dash looked at the ground. “If I don’t listen to my parents… Well, they like to use their fists more than their words.”
Sam covered her mouth.
Dash let out a short laugh.
“And now ghosts are real and they keep asking me all sorts of questions like they expect me to remember the things they told me were bad and wanted me to forget.”
Dash was startled when he felt a hand on his arm. He looked up and saw that Phantom was still staring at him.
“It’s not your fault.”
Dash shook his head and squeezed his eyes shut. He shifted so that instead of kneeling on his knees, he was sitting on the ground. He ran his hands through his hair roughly.
“It is my fault!” Dash ground out. “I didn’t have to treat them the way I did! I could’ve broken the cycle but now I’m just like my parents.”
“You don’t have to be.” Sam said. “There’s always time to change. Hell, admitting to how shitty you’ve been is a pretty good start.”
Dash sighed. Phantom looked like he was about to say something but he was interrupted by Tucker sprinting into the alley, out of breath.
“I’m here! I’m here. Did you guys get it figured out?”
Sam nodded and gestured at Dash. “He helped us out again. He really came in clutch there.”
Dash nodded and stood up. “I guess I should get going now. I don’t want to-”
“Wait!” Sam held her hands up in a stop motion. She stood up to look at him. “Do you want to join team Phantom?”
“What?” Tucker looked at her, shocked. “Why are you asking Dash to join the team? I thought you-”
“Clearly having another person around will be beneficial.” Sam interrupted Tucker without looking at him. “You’ve already helped us twice. You could even teach us to sew and stitch up wounds better.”
Dash looked between the three of them. He wasn’t a part of whatever they had going. Would they really be okay with him joining their team? Did they really want him to be a part of it? Or was it just a pity offer?
“Why would you want me to join your team?” Dash said quietly.
“You care more than I thought you did.” Sam said.
Dash laughed. That didn’t seem like a very concrete reason.
“Break the cycle.”
Dash looked back up at where Phantom still sat on the ground. He was staring at Dash.
“Break the cycle.” He said again. “Prove that you can be better. If not for us, just do it for yourself.”
Dash looked away. He nodded. That sounded like a good reason. Work to break the cycle his parents put him in. He nodded again.
“Okay. I’ll do it. I’ll join Team Phantom.”
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Dash stood outside Tucker’s door awkwardly. Tucker said now would be a good time to come over so they could practice sewing. He hasn’t knocked yet though. He hadn’t been back here since they were all still friends.
He lifted his hand up and paused for a moment. Finally, he brought his fist down on the door and knocked twice.
“I’ve got it!” Tucker shouted from inside the house. He heard some shuffling and then a muffled, “Mom!”
Then the door opened, but instead of Tucker it was his mom. His eyes widened as her mouth dropped open. She looked behind her where Tucker was standing and then looked back at Dash. Tucker shrugged behind her.
“Why, Dash, I haven’t seen you in such a long time. How have you been?” She asked him.
He nodded. “Good, good. Things have been fine. How have you been?”
“Things have been good here.” She looked between Tucker and Dash again. “What brings you over after so long?”
“I, uh..” Dash stammered. They didn’t come up with an excuse. He really couldn’t tell her they were practicing sewing so they could sew up wounds.
“Class project!” Sam’s voice came from down the steps behind him. He turned to see her hurrying up the stairs. “We’re going to be working on our sewing today for class. Dash is going to practice with us.”
“Ohh.” Tucker’s mom nodded. “Well that sounds fun. Do you guys have any projects in the making?”
“We’re not quite there yet, mom.” Tucker said as he stepped forward. “We’re still learning so we’ll probably just be sewing squares of fabric together.”
She nodded again. “Let me know if you kids have any questions. I know a thing or two about sewing myself.” She smiled at them.
“Thanks, mom. We will.” Tucker waved them into the house and then closed the door behind them once they were both inside. “Come on, let’s go upstairs.”
He followed behind both Tucker and Sam as they made their way up the stairs. He hadn’t been here in a very long time but little had changed over the years. Except for maybe new photos that had been hung up on the wall.
They reached the top of the stairs and then Tucker pulled down the attic door and unfolded the ladder. They climbed up there and Dash had the fleeting thought that if they wanted to make him disappear, an attic would be a pretty good place to make that happen.
“Boo.”
Dash jumped as a voice spoke close into his ear and then laughter erupted from an invisible mouth.
“Oh that was good. I haven’t been able to get Sam or Tucker that good in a long time.”
Phantom dropped his invisibility and appeared in front of Dash. Dash chuckled nervously.
“Phantom, don’t be too mean to him. We’re trying to make amends, remember?” Sam called to them while she and Tucker dug through some box.
“Yeah, yeah.” Phantom waved her comment off. He looked back at Dash. “I gotta have fun with this whole ghost thing somehow though, right?”
Dash nodded. “I can’t say I would be so chivalrous if I had your powers. I’d probably be sneaking into the girl’s locker room or something.”
“Eh. It was exciting the first couple times but now the novelty has worn off.”
Dash’s eyes widened. Phantom went to spy in the girl’s locker room?
“Anyways.” Phantom drawled out. “What will I be doing today?”
Dash stared at him. “You’ll also be learning to sew.”
Phantom frowned. “Why?”
“If Sam or Tucker, or even me, ever get hurt during one of your ghost fights it might be useful for you to know. Or if you ever have an occasion where you’re alone and need to do it yourself, if you’re able to of course.”
“Are you gonna be like, our teacher?” Sam asked Dash.
Dash shrugged. “I can explain the basics but this is mostly just practice time.”
They got to work practicing their sewing. Sam and Tucker were working together on the other side of the attic while Dash worked with Phantom. They had cut up squares of fabric that they were sewing together. Phantom looked up at Dash as he pulled a thread through his two pieces he had in his hands.
“Why’d you learn to sew?” Danny asked. “It’s not something most guys pick up.”
Dash shrugged. “My parents liked to wreck a lot of my things growing up. They destroyed a lot of stuffed animals, but when they ripped apart the last teddy bear I got from my grandma before she passed away I decided I was going to take it into my own hands and fix it.”
“Oh.” Phantom’s shoulders dropped and he looked at Dash sadly. “I’m sorry they did that.”
“They’re not good people.” Dash made a couple more stitches on his own squares in his hands. “It hurt when I realized that.”
Phantom nodded. “Sometimes I worry that my parents are bad people. They want to hurt me but I know they’re not actually bad.”
“How are they not bad? You just said they want to hurt you.” Dash frowned at him.
“It’s more complicated because of the whole ghost thing.” Phantom shook his head. “They don’t know who I am.”
Dash’s eyes widened. “What? How can they not know?”
Phantom’s sad expression turned into a smirk. “I’ve got to keep some of my secrets.”
Dash rolled his eyes. “Okay, Inviso-bill.”
“Hey!” Phantom pushed his shoulder.
His skin tingled where Phantom had touched him through his jacket. They smiled at each other and Dash looked back down at the fabric in his hands. They worked for another couple moments before Phantom spoke again.
“What if we sewed them all together?”
“What?” Dash looked back up at him.
“The squares.” Phantom held up his small pile he had gathered while they were working. “We could sew all the squares we make together and turn them into a blanket.”
“Ohh. That’d be cool.” He turned around in his seat. “Yo, Manson. Foley!”
They turned around to face him. “What?”
“Phantom wants to turn our squares into blankets.”
“I like that idea.” Tucker said.
“Does your mom have a sewing machine? It might be easier to sew all the rows together with the sewing machine once we get that far.”
Tucker nodded. “Let me go ask her for it.”
He headed downstairs. Sam stood up and walked over to them.
“How’s your practice going?” She asked.
“Good.” Phantom held up his work so far. The stitches were getting neater and tighter as he showed Sam his progress.
As Dash was showing Sam his own squares, Tucker made his way back up the ladder to the attic. He hefted the sewing machine up onto the floor and climbed up with some extra fabric and some kind of stuffing. He let out a breath.
“My mom gave us some fabric and some quilt batting so we can finish turning it into a blanket.”
“How do we decide who gets to keep the blanket?” Dash asked.
Phantom looked at him. “I think you should get it. We can always make more if we’re going to keep practicing sewing. You should get the first one.”
“Yeah.” Sam said. “It can be a thank you for taking the time to teach us and practice with us.”
“Let’s get this bad boy finished.”
They spent the next couple hours practicing sewing the squares by hand and once they were all sewed together Dash took them to the sewing machine. They got all the rows assembled and the blanket put together with the stuffing inside. Dash stood up and held it up for everyone to look at.
Tucker clapped. “Great work everyone. Just, wow.”
Sam rolled her eyes.
Dash lowered it and smiled at them.
“Here.”
Phantom floated forward and grabbed the other end of the blanket and helped Dash fold it. Their fingers met as they folded it together. Phantom passed his end to Dash and their fingers grazed as he pulled away.
“Thanks.” They stared at each other for a few moments. Dash cleared his throat. “Well. I should get going. It’s getting kind of late.”
“Yeah. Me too.” Sam checked the time on her phone. My parents are gonna start calling me if I don’t get home soon.”
“Thanks for helping us out Dash.” Phantom called as Dash started making his way down the ladder. Dash smiled at him.
“Thanks for giving me the chance.”
~~~~~~~~~~~
Dash stepped out of the school. It was empty in the schoolyard. Dash had had to stay late to finish up a test with one of his teachers.
“Hey.”
Dash jumped at the voice beside him. Phantom flickered into visibility.
“Why do you keep doing that?” Dash pouted.
Phantom shrugged and held his head in his hand as he floated next to Dash. “It’s funny. Like I said, I can’t get Sam and Tucker like that anymore.”
“Where are they anyways?” Dash crossed the street in front of the school and started the walk home.
“They’re busy.” Phantom groaned and flipped onto his back midair. “They had some very important stuff to do and they said I couldn’t come with them.”
“So tragic.” Dash smiled and shook his head at Phantom’s antics.
Phantom laughed as he floated backwards on his back beside Dash, his arms crossed behind his head. Dash smiled as he watched him, a warm feeling growing in his chest. Phantom’s smile felt like the sun.
“I think they’re trying to surprise me for my birthday. It’s coming up soon.”
Dash’s eyes widened. “You still celebrate your birthday?”
Phantom shot a look back at him. “Yeah? Don’t you still celebrate yours?”
“Yeah, but you’re a ghost. Wouldn’t you celebrate your death day instead?”
Phantom scrunched up his nose and stared at a point from where they had come. “I try as hard as I can to not think about my death day. It was painful.”
“What was it like? Dying?”
Phantom turned to face Dash. He studied his face for a moment before he spoke.
“I-”
A roar sounded from ahead of them on the street they were walking down. A ghost turned around the corner of a building and stared down at them.
“Stay back.” Phantom said to him and flew away. He flew circles around the ghost's head and soon it was facing back the other way. It roared when Phantom shot an ectoblast between its eyes.
It swung at him again and again, its slow paws trying and trying to hit Phantom.
“You sure are slow!” Phantom smirked at the ghost and spun onto his back. “You fight like my sister.”
The ghost roared again and Phantom flew back to avoid the swipe but he didn’t move fast enough.
The ghost scratched Phantom across the chest as he flew back. Dash could hear him hiss from where he stood on the ground.
“That’s all you got, ghost?” Phantom held his fists back up.
As if taking that as a challenge, the ghost shrieked. It reared up for another hit. Phantom dodged the first one but wasn’t so lucky the second time.
When the ghost’s claws connected with Phantom, Dash could hear the sound of his suit ripping. The ghost spun and sent him flying backwards down the street.
“Phantom!” Dash shouted as he turned to look where Phantom had been thrown behind him.
He laid there on the ground. He was hardly moving. The ghost started closing in, not paying any mind to Dash.
“Hey!” Dash swung his arms in the air, trying to get the ghost’s attention. It finally looked down at him and paused.
“Yeah! Leave him alone!” Dash shouted. He stuck a hand into his backpack and pulled out that lipstick laser that Tucker gave him. He aimed it at the ghost and took a shaky shot.
It hit the ghost in the chest and it roared, charging at him. Dash took a step back but he yanked his backpack off, desperately digging out the thermos. He shakily pulled it out of his backpack just as the ghost was getting to him and he pressed the button.
The ghost loomed over him before it got sucked into the thermos. Once it was gone, Dash closed his eyes and let out a deep breath. Then his eyes snapped back open and he turned around.
Phantom.
He ran down the street to where Phantom lay. Phantom’s eyes opened as Dash got closer. Thank god.
“Hey. How bad is it?” Dash asked as he dropped down to his knees on the pavement.
Phantom hissed as he sat up. “Not the worst I’ve ever had. I’m not sure any of these need stitches.”
“Are you sure?” Dash studied his suit where it was torn. “I could literally hear your suit get shredded from where I was standing.”
“Yeah.” Phantom nodded. “I think a good chunk of things I need to have stitched up are because I kept fighting and tore them and made them worse.” He looked up at Dash. “Thanks, by the way. For helping me with that ghost.”
“Whaat? It was nothing.” Dash smiled at him.
Phantom laughed. “I could see you shaking in your boots from here.”
Dash crossed his arms and turned his nose up away from Phantom. “Fighting ghosts is a lot scarier without fancy ghost powers.”
“Yeah, but really, thanks.”
Dash looked back at Phantom. He couldn’t help it. It was the first thing he could think to do. He wasn’t going to just let a ghost get him when he couldn’t fight.
Dash was lost in thought for a moment before his mind wandered back to Phantom’s injury.
“Do you at least want that bandaged even if you don’t need stitches?”
Phantom nodded. “Yeah. It’ll help stop the bleeding.”
Dash dug through his backpack where it sat next to him when he dropped it. He pulled out his first aid kit.
“Gauze or giant band aid?” Dash asked.
Phantom looked down at his chest where the scratches were. He thought for a moment.
“Probably gauze. I think these are too long for a giant bandaid.”
Dash nodded. He pulled the gauze out and turned back to Phantom. He blushed.
“What?” Phantom asked.
The thought of Dash asking Phantom to undress was frazzling Dash’s brain. He only had to unzip the top part of his jumpsuit but he’d never seen Phantom in anything besides that before. What would he look like underneath?
“I need, uh, you to unzip the top part of your jumpsuit so I can wrap the gauze around your chest.”
Phantom looked back down at his chest. “Oh.” He unzipped the front of his jumpsuit and pulled his arms out. He looked back up at Dash.
Dash’s blush went all the way up to his ears and he tried not to stare but he couldn’t help it. Phantom’s skin was so different from other ghosts. He was so much more human-like than them.
Phantom held his hand out for Dash and he looked back up to his face.
“I can do this if it’s too weird for you.”
“It’s not weird!” Dash blurted out. “I just, uh- I don’t-”
Phantom grabbed the gauze out of Dash’s hand and started wrapping it around his chest. “That’s okay. Sam was kind of awkward the first time she had to do this too.”
Dash nodded, but he was disappointed. This could’ve been an opportunity to get close to Phantom. To maybe graze a hand against his skin. Feel what a ghosts skin would-
“Dash?”
He jumped. “Yeah?”
“I’m all done. Here.” Phantom tossed the roll of gauze back to Dash. He fumbled to catch it and when he did he stowed it back in his first aid kit.
Dash put everything back in his backpack and threw it back on his shoulder. He stood up and waited for Phantom to shove his arms back into his sleeves before he offered his hands to help Phantom up.
Phantom looked at them for a moment before he reached up and grabbed onto Dash’s hands. Dash pulled Phantom to his feet and then they just stared at each other. Dash’s grip on Phantom’s hands tightened. He took a step closer to Phantom but then someone shouted at them.
“Look! It’s Phantom!”
Dash looked up around him and was shocked to see how many people had gathered around them. Where had they all come from? Were they all watching the ghost fight from their homes?
“Phantom, who is this boy? Why is he helping you?”
“Is that your boyfriend?”
“Who would be crazy enough to date a dead person?”
The voices clamored around them and Dash felt like they were pressing in on him. Phantom glanced at him and let go of his hands and instead wrapped an arm around his side.
“Gotta go!”
“Wait, wha-!”
Dash yelped as he was pulled into the air with Phantom as he took off in flight. He’d never flown before. Not even in a plane. He squeezed his eyes shut and wrapped his arm around Phantom’s shoulder. The flight was quick and soon they were touching down on the ground.
Dash peeked an eye open and saw that they were standing in front of his house.
“That was fast.” Dash said, out of breath.
“Yeah.” Phantom smiled at him. “My top speed we’ve clocked so far is a hundred and twelve miles per hour. I can get anywhere in town pretty darn fast.”
“Dang. That’s cool. Kinda scary.”
Phantom smiled. “You get used to it after a while.”
They looked at each other for a moment before Phantom seemed to remember he was still holding onto Dash. He coughed and pulled his hand away and it drifted across Dash’s back, leaving a trail of butterfly inducing tingles.
“Well, I gotta go. I have things to do.”
Dash let out a nervous laugh. “How busy can a ghost possibly be?”
“Like I’ve said, I’ve got to keep some of my secrets.”
Phantom started floating up into the air.
“Aw, come on. We’re not close enough for that yet?” Dash shouted up at him.
He smiled down at Dash. “Not quite. Maybe one day.”
Phantom waved down at Dash and then he flew away. Dash’s heart fluttered and he waved back belatedly.
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Dash was laying in bed. He was ready to go to sleep after such a long day. He could almost fall asleep right now.
He started drifting off but was interrupted a moment later.
Phantom flew through Dash’s bedroom wall and crashed onto his bed. Dash jumped up and stared at the boy that was suddenly next to him.
“Phantom?” Dash exclaimed.
He was curled up on his side next to Dash, holding his stomach.
“I didn’t… I didn’t have anywhere else to go. Tucker is out of town and the far frozen was too far away for this one- ah!” He clenched his stomach again.
“No, no. That’s what I’m here for. That’s why you guys agreed to let me join your team. So that there was someone else there to patch you up.”
Phantom shook his head. “This one’s worse. There’s a chance I’ll-”
A white ring appeared around his waist. Phantom tensed up and groaned before it disappeared again.
“What was that?” Dashed asked, staring.
Phantom shook his head. “You need to start stitching the wound up now. If we wait it’ll start bleeding faster. We can’t-” He tensed up again. Sparks flew around his middle. “We have to hurry.”
At Phantom’s plea, he hurriedly got up and grabbed his first aid kit from under his bed. He kneeled down and Phantom turned to his side to face him.
“Can you uncurl for me? I need to take a look.”
Phantom nodded and slowly pulled his arms away from his stomach. They were covered in ectoplasm. Dash gulped and studied the wound. It was deep. Ectoplasm was steadily oozing out of it. He pulled a pair of gloves on.
“This is pretty deep, what if I can’t-”
“Sewing it shut will help.” Phantom grimaced. “Once the wound is shut my healing abilities will have an easier time mending it.”
Dash nodded. “Okay.”
He took a deep breath and got started. Phantom flinched with every touch of the needle. Dash was halfway done when the ring appeared around his waist again. Phantom struggled to push it away, but it disappeared after a few seconds.
“Phantom.” Dash kept stitching the wound closed. “What’s happening?”
“I can’t keep it back anymore.” Phantom ground out. “When I transform, I’m going to start bleeding much faster. You have to keep stitching me up, no matter what.”
“What? When you transform? What does that-”
The rings appeared around Phantom’s waist a final time. Dash tried to keep his focus on stitching Phantom’s wound, but then the rings split. They revealed a very familiar shirt underneath them.
“I’m sorry.”
The rings finished traveling over the rest of Phantom’s body. Dash’s hands shook as the ectoplasm that was steadily coming out of the wound turned into blood. The pace increased and Dash got a glimpse at Phantom’s face as the rings went over his head and Danny Fenton was left in his place.
Danny met his gaze for a moment and then his eyes fluttered closed.
“Danny?” Dash whispered.
He didn’t move and Dash went back to stitching up the wound. He was almost done and he was hoping this would be enough. That Danny wouldn’t…
He shook his head. He couldn’t think like that. He had already seen the impossible. Danny wouldn’t die. He couldn’t.
He made his last stitch and cut the thread. He grabbed a bag and disposed of everything inside it. He was about to put the first aid kit away when he thought about putting a bandage on top of Danny’s stitches.
He pulled a bandage and some gauze out of the first aid kit and when he turned back around Danny’s eyes were already open, staring at Dash.
“You’re awake already?” Dash whispered. “I wasn’t sure- I was afraid that-”
Danny shook his head. “My healing powers are already working. It just needed help getting started. It can’t heal if it’s still bleeding so much like that.”
Dash let out a deep breath. “I’m glad to hear.”
A pause stretched between them and Dash looked down at his hands and saw the gauze and bandage he was holding. He held them up.
“Do you want these on there too? Would it help?”
Danny nodded. “They’ll help make sure I don’t bleed into my clothes.”
Dash nodded back at him. “Your shirt looks pretty bad too. Do you want one of mine?”
Danny shrugged. “Sure.”
He set the bandage and gauze down on the bed and headed to his dresser. He pulled out a shirt and turned back around to see Danny pulling his shirt off.
Heat rose to Dash’s face and the comments Phantom made that first time Dash helped him came to mind. Tucker’s laugh echoed inside his head.
Man, you’re not gonna live this one down.
Sam and Tucker must know. That’s why they were being so weird that night.
He sat down at the edge of his bed and looked at Danny. He peeled the back of the bandage off and put it over Danny’s stitches. He spread his hand out over it, pressing the edges down, making sure they were sticking to Danny’s skin properly.
“Can you sit up?” Dash asked. Danny nodded and pushed himself up, wincing.
Dash leaned closer to Danny and started winding the gauze around his torso. Once he was done, he looked up to see Danny’s face only a few inches from his own.
They stared at each other for a few moments before they both spoke at once.
“I’m sorry.”
Both of their eyes widened. Dash sat up.
“Why are you sorry? I was literally the one wailing on you for so long.”
Danny shook his head. “I lied to you. I never told you who I was. I could see the way you looked at me, but I didn’t think you’d look at me like that if you knew I was also Danny.”
Dash flushed. “You could tell.” He breathed out.
“Yeah I could.” Then he rolled his eyes. “And if I couldn’t, Tucker would’ve made sure I knew anyway.”
“Tucker knows too?” Dash whispered. He didn’t think anyone could see his developing feelings for Phantom. He thought they just would have assumed it was because he was Phantom’s biggest fan.
“Yeah. No offense, but it was pretty obvious. Especially if even I could tell.”
Dash groaned and covered his face with his hands as he leaned back onto his bed. He felt Danny lean over to look down at him. Dash opened his eyes.
Danny met his eyes. His eyes traveled down his face to his lips. He slowly bent down and pressed his lips against Dash’s. Dash closed his eyes again and after a few seconds Danny pulled away.
“It helped that I was looking for it, though.”
Dash smiled up at him. “You did call me cute that one time.”
Now it was Danny’s turn to groan. “I don’t even know what I was thinking. I hardly even remember that.”
Dash placed a hand on the back of Danny’s head and pulled him back down and kissed him again.
“Did Tucker ever let you live it down?”
Danny laughed. “No. Of course not.”
“I bet it’ll be even worse now.” Dash said against Danny’s lips.
“Oh, you bet it will.”
Dash kissed Danny one more time and gently pulled him down to lay beside him.
#gorgi writes#danny phantom#dash baxter#danny fenton#sam manson#tucker foley#swagger bishie#fanfiction#phic phight 2024#fanfic#fic#phic
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18+ no minors please this is an NSFW blog with mature topics discussed,any ageless,blank blogs will be blocked.Sorry not sorry!
Mun is 40, she/her
Asks and DM's are always open, feel free to ask me anything
I have 5 muses right now that I can currently RP with (Bio for them will follow) so when sending asks or dms please specify who you're interested in rp'ing with.
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Muse list after read more
Dean Winchester
“I’m Dean Winchester, I’m an Aquarius, like long walks on the beach and frisky women. Me and my brother Sammy hunt the things that go bump in the night, yeah that’s right we’re hunters. Family business and all. There isn’t anything I won’t do to protect my brother, even if it means sacrificing myself. My car Baby is the best Sammy and I have a lot of memories in it and it's been in some tough situations but it’s always dependable unlike most people, oh and I love pie and classic rock. Remember driver picks the music, shotgun shuts their cake hole. So if you think you have a ghost problem or maybe some ghoul stuff give me a call”
Lloyd Hansen
“Hello Sunshine! I don’t know why I need to say anything about myself. I should be pretty well known by now, but sure let me tell you about my favorite subject…me. I used to work for the CIA but then I decided why not freelance and be my own boss, which means my own rules. I’m sure everyone wants to know why I left the CIA, well it’s simple. I like doing things in lets say non ethical, non legal ways and that ruffled some feathers I guess, too bad for them I guess. Sent me to do a job to get some flash drive and had the biggest thorn in my ass….Court Gentry, dickhead messed up my hand and well that was my torture and shooting hand. Need something dealt with Sunshine you know how to find me”
Ransom Drysdale
“I don’t like you and I can guarantee you won’t like me,but you’ll probably love my money, well my family's money. I’ve been called many names, some of my favorite Trust Fund prick, asshole, jerk and many more, but what’s funny is everyone once you find out you have money everyone has their grubby hands out. I’m probably the most interesting, fascinating person you will ever meet and I will make your dull little life exciting. The only person I care about is me, myself and I, and when I found out my grandfather was cutting me out of his will, well I couldn’t let that happen could I did what I had too. And what was that you ask, you didn’t ask? Well too bad I’m telling you anyway, nothing short of murder (twice, wow I know) and I tried to frame the help. Just a normal day when you have money, so if I’m bored I might want to talk depends on my mood.
Rebecca Allen
Rebecca Allen was a woman with a bright future, that all changed the day she became Pandora Celestia. The day was ordinary until it wasn’t, the explosion should have killed her but instead it turned her into something more. As she lay close to death the terrigen mist enveloped her,keeping death away and giving her powers beyond her knowledge. Visions, terrible and horrible, are always destined to come true. She was able to peer inside of people’s minds and sway them to her will, and after enough practice could hone her powers into a physical weapon.
And thus Pandora Celestia was born, the powers she wielded terrified her and every time she feared she would lose control and either she would be destroyed or the power would over take her. Eventually she learned to hide her powers hoping that one day she could learn to control them and use them for good. Trying to help those she can, she's always vigilant to not over use her powers but to do everything she can to help anyone who needs it.
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> "most people who used to love lin in the past are his biggest haters now"
> "maybe pjo fandom is not as terrible as i thought"
two things! one: i actually did used to hate lin, but that was a short phase, and i realized i actually was upset at my younger self, and was just taking it out on people and things i associated with who i was at that time
two: that really made me think, so i have some comments actually! they’re not super insightful or conclusive, but: (if you don’t mind)
i think lin and rick riordan (the author of the pjo books) are actually pretty similar? they’re both goofy older dudes with usually much younger audiences (or at least that was true when i was a big-time hamilton fan, things might have changed), and they’re guys who have certainly made mistakes, but overall are good people (and incredible creative geniuses, but that’s a little more lin than rick tbh)
i definitely can be seriously critical of lin, i definitely think he’s corny as hell, and i definitely lightly make fun of him, but only to a point. if it starts looking a little too hostile, i remind everyone (and it’s almost always universally true) that all of us do actually love his work, and if any of us saw him in public we’d all want to ask for a photo and tell him how brilliant hamilton is, or how beautiful in the heights is, or several other wonderful things he’s done. we’re all very eager to see any creative work he’s involved in because we know it’s going to be awesome, so we really can’t complain about him that much
i am much more seriously critical of rick and things he has previously said than i am of lim (also, a lot of pjo fans call riordan "uncle rick", which is, let’s be honest, INCREDIBLY CORNY! like i do it sometimes but it’s GOOFY as HELL!)
i jokingly bully rick as well — i have sent messages about him that are like "dear lord i one day i am going to kick that old man’s ass", or more often just "RICHARD. COME ON." — but it also doesn’t get too mean. when i see comments that stray from genuine criticisms that also acknowledge he’s grown as a person or like a little friendly teasing of a guy we all admire and towards shitty comments about a stranger, i am always the first in line to defend that old man!
a while ago my older sister asked me why "gen z hates lin manuel miranda", and i explained that 1. he did some stuff that isn’t great but also really seems to have grown from that point (and also probably the smallest problem people have with him), 2. a lot of gen z went through hardcore hamilton phases and now resent their past selves (this is a major factor), and 3. being earnest is the internet’s biggest sin (the most likely culprit and also the saddest answer)
making fun of rick is very common in the pjo fandom, and at least some pjo fans bullying lin are doing it in the same way, so it’s supposed to be more "teenage cousins are gently ribbing that one goofy uncle" than actual hate? i know that there are a lot of people that are just genuinely being mean, but i hope you can find some solace that it isn’t quite as much as it looks like
okay this has been weird and maybe a little scattered, i’m blaming it on my adhd medication being way too low of a dosage lmao
but i’m sorry you & other lmm fans haters, (and i’m extra sorry because there’s a decent chance one of them was 15 year old me)
ok, wow. i don't even know how to answer that (anon, this is super long, WHY)...
so first of all, i am not a part of pjo fandom, this is important - i've said this before, i'm gonna say it again: i've never read the books, i started watching the show only because of lin, i know nothing about rick & all those inside jokes you guys have, but if making fun of him is normal in this fandom, that's totally fine. silly jokes & actual hate are not the same thing for me.
"they’re both goofy older dudes with usually much younger audiences" - that is not entirely true & it comes from someone in their late 20s (& i know a lot of people from this fandom who are waaaaay over 20). being goofy & corny, those are not real reasons to hate on somebody like that... actually, everything you said here, i already knew. people are ashamed of their hamilton phase - oh, we should definitely blame lin for that, he's literally the worst because he wrote a musical once & we were super cringe about it... did he make mistakes in the past? yes, we all do, nobody's perfect. i've heard about much more problematic celebrities & people don't even talk about them but for some reason they have to shit on lin all the fucking time. he's done more good than bad (i could write a super long essay for you but it's late & i don't even know why i'm writing all of this), that is the truth & this is where i stand.
now, we are not talking about "making fun of him", we are talking about actual hate, examples:
"lin-manuel miranda should die/we should kill him"
"i would also turn evil if lin was my father/i would kill myself if he was my father"
those are real comments i've seen about him & it all comes from pjo fandom. this is the reason why i said this fandom is terrible. like, are you guys aware that he actually has kids? go outside, touch some grass & leave him alone (i'm not talking about you anon, you're ok, i'm talking about real haters).
#i could write more & more & more...#but you can just scroll my blog if you even want to read it#i've been defending him for weeks cause pjo fandom became insufferable after 3rd episode#so... yeah#it's literally midnight what the hell am i doing with my life#lmm#lin manuel miranda#pjo#anon#i saved every letter you wrote me*
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Incoming Discussion on why I think Chris deserved better and why Chenford bothers me outside of I just don’t see the chemistry:
I’m not someone who likes Chenford as a couple. I don’t see the chemistry. There’s opposites attract but they are too opposite. But even if I did there are other issues to their relationship that seem to be completely ignored and glossed over. Reasons why I couldn’t get behind them as a couple. Those reasons? Chris. Chris is a genuinely good guy who was essentially used by Lucy as a place holder for Tim. She was always only half in that relationship. And I’m still not convinced part of it wasn’t to try to make Tim jealous. But Chris really liked her. He was all in. He was clear he was all in and she basically kept up a lie to seem like she was on the same page all the while pinning for Tim.
Then they go undercover and they get to have a work approved kiss. Which. Fine. But between them it probably shouldn’t have happened considering the feelings going on. But it happens. And then that sparks probably my biggest issue. The cheating. Now some might say “oh but they didn’t actually get to do anything”. No that doesn’t make what they did ok. Tim and Lucy 100% committed to the cheating. And Lucy not only talks Tim into it but she plays it off like “oh we’re still undercover so it’s fine.” That was wrong. And the fact Tim agreed? I expected more from him tbh. But just cuz they didn’t get to follow through doesn’t give them a free pass from what they had 100% committed to do. If Chris hadn’t been bleeding out on the couch they would have 100% hooked up. And THEN Lucy still doesn’t do the decent thing and break up with Chris cuz she feels guilty that he got hurt.
So she stays with him rather than ending it and sparing him some amount of pain. It wasn’t for his benefit that she stayed it was for hers. Chris would have been hurt less had she ended things sooner. And she uses Tim’s sports metaphor to do it. That made it worse for me. And side note, I don’t blame Chris for not wanting to stay and talk cuz what is there to talk about? Anything Lucy has to say would have honestly made it worse. “I love Tim and totally was going to cheat on you with him but didn’t, hey let’s be friends?” What could she say? If she didn’t mean to hurt him then she shouldn’t have led him on knowing her feelings were elsewhere.
Ok so after the breakup she immediately goes right to Tim. They get together right after and it just felt. Ick. Like Chris is such a good man like his character is a cinnamon roll. He didn’t deserve any of that. And for some reason Tim seemed ok with all of that? For a guy with a pretty big set of morals of right and wrong he sure was ok with wrong. I know I’m harder on Lucy but it was her relationship with Chris. She’s been the one pushing for more with Tim. And wanting to be with Tim while with someone else. Tim is not even written consistently interested in Lucy. Sometimes the flirting or interest feels awkward or that it came out of nowhere.
If Tim and Lucy are supposed to be some end game couple they could have gotten them together without hurting Chris and doing his character so dirty and completely ignoring it while hyping up Chenford.
I know Chenford is popular and I’m probably in the minority of those who don’t ship it, and it’s fine if you do ship it. But these are some of the reasons why I don’t, outside of I just don’t see the Chemistry. The way they are being written just doesn’t sit right with me.
Plus using characters just as a romantic plot device for another couple is just not cool imo which is what they did with Chris.
#the rookie#that’s cool if you ship chenford though i just personally don’t#Chenford#chris sanford#Lucy Chen#tim bradford#Chris deserved better#reasons why I don’t ship Chenford#the rookie Chris#the rookie Chris deserved better#Chris Sanford is a cinnamon roll
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Body and Soul pt. 2
Waking up was no easy task, you had barely gotten any sleep the night before, how could you when you were so excited for what lies ahead? You had almost slept in before realizing that today was the day you could link with your avatar, you had waiting years for this. Quickly, you changed out of your pajamas and threw on some decent clothes, determined that nothing was going to get in your way today. It had been too long of a wait for you to finally get what you trained for, what felt like half your life's work was finally becoming real, obtainable, within a few hours reach. As soon as you were completely freshened up, you were out the door, not totally paying attention as Norm and appeared what seemed instantaneously beside you.
“Oh shit, hey guys.” A smile present on your face as the three of you moved down the halls. Norm looked just as refreshed and awake as you while Jake seemed disinterested in everything, though you couldn’t really read past this stoic, poker face. Then again maybe he just wasn’t a morning person.
“Morning Y/N!” Norm piped up. “I could barely sleep last night, today’s the day.” He shared your excitement, it was nice to feel like you were the only one in your group that had such pleasant feelings. You notice Jake began to open his mouth on the stop when you were greeted by Grace and Max, with a hint of a smile Grace greeted you.
“Good morning you three, the avatars are decanted and almost done being prepped for the initial link.” Max had stated, guiding the group through the link room.
“So Y/N, how much link time have you logged?” Grace asked, leading you to the pod’s.
“Around 600 hours.” You answered, “I’ve been really eager for this.” You told her truthfully with an airy chuckle as she mimicked you with a soft smirk.
“That’s great, Norm?”
“About 520 hours.” She nodded in approval, approaching the pods. You could almost die in this moment, you thought, finally all those years and it was literally 3 feet away from you.
“Norm, you’re in this one, Y/N, you’re in here, and uh, Jake, you in here.” She guided Jake over, you hearing her ask about his link training before your attention was grabbed away by a resident, pressing buttons on the control panel, ready to set you up for your link. You happily sat down in the open pod, swiveling your body to lay in the molded form with your arms by your side.
“Don’t be nervous, I remember I was for my first time.” The resident offered a sweet smile as she finished with the controls, her hands going to your body to adjust you quickly, making sure nothing was in the way as she closed the metal cage. “Alright, so just fully relax and let your mind go blank, think of it as just trying to take a nap.” She nodded one last time before fully closing the pod. Taking one last deep breath in, you closed your eyes, feeling what could only be described as a call to sleep.
Bright lights and echoing were the first things you noticed when you woke up.
“She’s in.” A nurse quickly snapped next to your ears, causing you to stir awake even more. You were then met with a flashlight shining into your eyes. “Can you hear me Y/N?”
“Oh my god.” You finally spoke, you smiled the biggest smile you could as you looked at the two doctors in front of you. They had both offered you a laugh as the greeted you to your new body.
“Alright, we’re going to take this nice and slow while you get used to your body, so if you could start by wiggling your toes that’d be great” The next few minutes went by in a flash, you had excelled in their test, allowing you to sit up while they continued with the basics. You heard Norm in the bed next to you running through the same tests, your concentration broken by Jake, he had finally linked and was already starting trouble. He was fully standing and knocking things over with his tail, obviously not used to his avatar.
“Come on man, they’re gonna put you out.” Norm warned, looking quickly over at you for a response as you shrugged.
“This is dangerous-”
“This is great.” Jake laughed and with that he was out of the room, stumbling over his legs as he quickly walked down the halls.
This dumbass, You thought with a sigh before standing up and taking your leads off. “It’s fine, I’ll get him.” Much to the protest of the doctors and Norm, you did your best to sprint after him, Norm not far behind, warning the two of you that you weren’t supposed to be running. Why you chased after him, you will never know.
“Jake, c’mon man, we aren’t ready for this yet!” You called after him, damn was he hard to keep up with. You could only watch as he almost ran into like three people, you nearly doing the same. You were grateful for a break, noticing he had stopped, his toes digging in the dirt. It hit you, he was walking, running, running, you hadn’t spoken much to Jake yet but you understood a little bit now. How he must feel to finally be able to walk again, how great it must feel to run. Slowing down, you approached him. “Damn, you’re going to give me a heart attack.” You joked, a soft chuckle coming from him as well.
“Hey marine!” A voice called over to him, making your eyes snap up to the blue figure approaching the two of you. It took a second before the both realized.
“Grace?” Jake questioned with a laugh. Damn, she’s hot, Your eyes widened at her with a disbelieving grin.
“Well, who’d you expect numbnuts?” She seemed happier in this state, you thought as you watched her grab a native fruit tossing it to him. “Think fast.” You watched as he bit into the fruit, causing him to let out a groan of approval, turning to offer you a bite. You eagerly took it from him, sinking your teeth into the juice exploding into your mouth.
“Goddamn that’s good,” Your eyes widened, handing the bitten fruit back to him as you turned to look at Grace again, grinning almost obnoxiously at the pair as Norm had skidded up to the three of you.
“Check it out!” He stroke a pose, “I am a living god.” The three of you let out a laugh together before Grace fully walked up to you.
“Alright kiddies, let’s get you into some real clothes and go over some rules.” She was already acting like a mother, but one you were happy to be under the guidance of.
After you three were given proper clothes and a stern talking to, you were left to your own devices until nightfall. You had already been laying in your cot as Grace did her final check through, noticing Jake playing with his queue, she made a comment before locking up. You did your best to fall asleep, though it was hard with all the excitement you experienced. With one last sigh, you closed your eyes only to open them and see the inside of the pod. You quickly got out, taking a minute before fully standing up, noticing that Jake and Norm were already out as well.
“You wanna catch some dinner together?” You asked as you walked up to them, hands twiddling together behind your back.
“Yeah, I’ll come with you.” Jake had accepted your offer, wheeling himself closer to you as Norm decided that he wanted to look around at the things the lab had to offer. You and Jake had walked side by side to the cafeteria, making small talk as you had gotten in the line.
“Oh here, I can hold your tray for you if it’ll be easier.” You had given him a kind smile while he just kind of brushed you off.
“Nah, I got this. Thanks though.” The tension felt so awkward, you honestly didn’t really know what to say, though you had always felt like that. You were very introverted, never really having friends or going out a lot. One of the reasons you had looked up to Grace is because you could really see yourself in her. Like her, you preferred plants to people, you would much rather be in your room studying or listening to music than being surrounded by crowds of people, judging you for even the smallest mishap. Thankfully though, Jake had made an attempt of an ice breaker. “So, why Pandora? What made you wanna come all the way out here?” He had seemed genuinely curious, which you guessed was nice since most guys with his vibe didn’t seem the type to be even mildly interested.
“Oh well you know, fresh start, new world. Figured I couldn’t really mess anything up back home if I was all the way out here. Plus seeing actual plants is nice.” You fumbled over your words, not really sure what to say as you had taken your seat at one of the less crowded tables. He hummed in response, already picking through the rice with his fork. “You? Why would you want to come all the way out here? You don’t seem interested in anything the science program has to offer.” It was your turn to question him and his intentions.
“Ah, I could use the money, especially in this economy. And it beats bar diving and sitting at home all day.” You let a small laugh out, obviously a marine is gonna be a marine.
“I guess that’s true.” The two of you finished your meals with little conversation, both not truly knowing what to say to one another. Pushing yourself away from the table, you stood up with your plate. “It was nice having someone to eat with, see you tomorrow?” You gave him one last look before you made your way to leave, seeing him nod his head.
Today was your first real day out with your avatar, you were going out on a field trip with Grace and Norm, Jake was coming along too but not as a scientist but more so for protection. You had already linked and were ready to go as you approached Grace and Norm early that morning, getting some extra gear that you might need as well as some more food into your avatar’s bodies. The flight out was thrilling as you hadn’t seen all the flora and fauna that Pandora had to offer as well as seeing just some of its wildlife. You had been next to the door, strapped in at the waist, Norm stuck in the middle of you and Grace as you peered behind Jake’s figure, taking all of it in as Jake let out a few whoops next to you.
“It’s so beautiful out there, oh my god.” You were almost in disbelief that this was your life for the next 6 years, you get to see this almost everyday. Trudy had began landing the Scorpion, allowing the three of you in the middle to unstrap yourselves and start collecting your things. Jake had jumped out of the ship, pointing his gun towards the sky as he scanned the area. God as much as you respected him, his gun maneuvering did scare you. Grace had Wainfleet stay with the ship as the group of your avatars started off on your adventure. Walking through the forest of Pandora really had lit up your entire morning, you were so lost in taking it all in. The only thing snapping you out of it was Grace’s voice saying that you had gotten to your destination. Kneeling down to the root, you had taken out the supplies that were required. After Grace had gotten the needle ready, she made sure both you and Norm were looking at the screen, reading to take the scans.
“And here I go.” She stated as she put the needle in the root to which Norm confirmed that it was scanning.
“Woah! It’s that fast?” Both you and Norm were obviously impressed with the speed of the scan, Grace laughing at your faces.
“Amazing, isn’t it? So, that is signal transduction from this root to the root of the tree next to it. So, we should take a sample.” You had already been digging in your pack, looking for the sample plate, not noticing Jake had begun to wonder off.
“You know, it’s probably electrical based on the speed of the reaction.” Norm’s mouth had the sample in it, causing yet another laugh to come from you as Grace began to chastise him for contaminating the sample with his salvia.
“Here, have mine.” You handed your sample plate over to him, looking up to see blue and khaki slowly walk away from the group. “Do you mind if I take a minute? It won’t be long.” You had asked Grace, almost pleading as you stood up. She nodded as she paid close attention to Norm, making sure he didn’t screw this sample up.
You had moved past the duo, quickly walking to where you had last seen Jake, watching him as he came across a small heliocoradian field. Seeing him, press his thumb to one and watching it shrink down, you let out a chuckle.
“I believe that’s a defense mechanism.” Jake had spun on his feet, surprised to see you as you walked up to the plant, touching your own hand to it as it shrunk down, another laugh coming out between the two of you. He reached out touching another one, though this one caused a chain reaction as the rest of the plant also came down, revealing a large animal that had let out a trumpeting sound. You felt your ears move down in fear, tail swinging anxiously at the unwanted surprise. Jake immediately cocking his gun and aiming it at the beast, though this had no impact as it started to stomp its feet, gearing up to charge while it let out around sound.
Grace and Norm quickly appeared, though they both hid behind the treeline, carefully observing.
“Don’t shoot. Don’t shoot, you’ll piss him off.” She warned, very sternly through the coms. You felt frozen, like you couldn’t move. This damn fight or flight response you had was very useless when it really came down to it. The almost elephant-like creature began to smash its hammerhead in between two trees as Jake had tried to signal for you to move behind him, though you still felt frozen, legs shaking in paralyzing fear.
“It’s already pissed off.” Jake had been careful not to take his eyes off of it for more than a second as he kept a careful hand on his gun.
“Jake, that armor is too thick. Trust me.” Grace felt so close yet so far away from you. Why did I have to follow him? You thought, trying to will yourself to follow Grace’s instructions as you so desperately wanted to gain control over your feet. Jake had pulled his gun back, signaling to Grace that he understood not to shoot, though it still didn’t appease the giant as it slammed against more trees. “It’s a territorial threat display. Do not run or he’ll charge.” She explained. So much for getting the feelings back in your shaky legs.
“What do you want me to do then? Dance with it?” Jake questioned, his eyes quickly scanning over to Grace and then you. God, you were so scared. This was not how you wanted to die.
“Just hold your ground.” Grace replied calmly, you didn’t see how she could remain so calm at a time like this. You felt yourself able to look into her and Norm’s direction very quickly, a silent plea for whatever help they could give you. The bull began to charge, immediately making your head snap to it as Jake ran towards it screaming right back. He laughed nervously, unsure of what to do as it stopped, flaring its feathers.
“Yeah, cmon! What you got? Oh, yeah. Who’s nad? That’s right.” Jake had raised his voice, defending his ‘territory’, you too were in disbelief that it had worked, finally finding strength in your legs to move further away from the animal and behind Jake, after all he did have a gun. “Yeah, that’s what I’m talking about, bitch.” He stated confidently, his hand grabbing out for yours as he escorted you fully behind him, an act you were almost, almost grateful for until you noticed it. Another wave of fear and panic washed over you, your hand grabbing the back of Jake’s shirt, though he had yet noticed it. “Get your punk ass back to mommy.”
“Jake.” You tried to get his attention but it didn’t matter anyway, a thanator quickly taking the bulls place with a jump and a roar. His gun immediately went back in place, aiming at another giant creature for the second time within mere minutes.
“So what about this one? Run? Don’t run? What?” His voice was not nearly as confident as before as Grace yelled for the two of you to run. With that said, you were glad your feet got into gear as Jake pulled you forward, pushing you to run ahead of him, though it didn’t matter as he was faster than you anyway. You weren’t trained for this kind of terrain so you were very grateful that he had done his best to keep you in front of him as the two of you ran through the foliage. The thanator kept trying to sneak bites at you, miraculously you were just out of reach each time. Your lungs felt like they were on fire as you ran, sliding under the roots of a tree as the thanator snapped at you, Jake’s gun shooting at it through the openings while it screeched. You tried to catch your breath while you could but you knew you were going to have to move soon since it kept breaking the roots and actually had discarded Jake’s gun. Feeling him push your upper legs, you quickly dug out of the roots, trying your best to sprint and jump over the terrain. You only looked back once, noticing Jake wasn’t behind you but in the air as the alien slung him around by his pack.
“Jake!” You screamed, watching as he was able to slide it off though it caught his hand flinging him further from you. He made use of the time to run towards you as it was distracted by chewing up the contents in his backpack, only to hiss when it realized it hadn’t caught you. He had caught up to you, continuing the dash forward, the thanator hot on your trail. You had run up to the waterfall, realizing your only chance of surviving was the jump, you said a small prayer in your mind as you and Jake had made the jump, you doing your best to hold your breath and you fell. You did your best to brace for impact, eyes shut tightly as you felt the water rush up to your ears and cover your face. Quickly swimming to the top of the fast river, you bobbed your head looking for Jake as he called out for you, holding onto a tree branch.
“You alright?” He was out of breath, pulling you towards him and up to the solid ground. His grip keeping you from falling back into the water.
“Yeah, I-I think I’m good.” You replied shakily, hands on your knees once you were stable. Hunched over, trying to catch your breath. “I think you’re bleeding though.”
This was not how you wanted to die.
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Star Trek: The Next Generation, 110 (Nov. 28, 1987) - “Haven”
Written by: Tracy Torme
Directed by: Richard Compton
The Breakdown
In this episode we find out that Deanna Troi is ‘genetically betrothed’ to some dorky space-nerd named Wyatt, as per Betazed tradition (even though Wyatt is human) overseen by her Mom (Lwaxana). Apparently Betazoid marriages also come with the expectation of the wife leaving her career behind, which Deanna doesn’t seem too happy about. To make matters even more awkward, Wyatt is coming to the ship with his family (and Deanna’s mom) to meet Deanna for *checks notes* the very first time? Yep. That’s right, this is the first time they’ve ever even laid eyes on each other. In addition to this awkwardness Lwaxana’s arrival makes matters only worse as she proceeds to ridicule everyone who isn’t a telepath for being so obviously inferior. But she’s definitely not being rude, because this is just *checks notes* how Betazoids are… which I guess makes it not bigoted or xenophobic at all.
While Lwaxana makes every effort to be offend anyone she talks to, we find out that Wyatt is more-than-a-little surprised that Deanna isn’t how he imagined. You see, apparently he’s had a vivid-life-long-dream about some random blonde woman he’s never met (haven’t we all?), and so naturally concluded he was accurately imagining Deanna the whole time. Chalking up his mystery woman to nothing more than a silly fantasy, Wyatt decides to settle for Deanna since she is very pretty, and that has to count for something. Unfortunately, just as the two love birds are warming up to each other, Wyatt’s mystery blonde woman arrives on a refugee ship and immediately recognizes him; as it happens, she’s also had life-long dreams about him, which is a pretty remarkable coincidence!
And the explanation for all this… *checks notes* spontaneous space telepathy. Yep, that’s what we’re going with. According to Lwaxana, apparently we all have some kind of universal telepathy deep down inside of us. At any rate, that’s enough of an explanation for Wyatt, who packs up to follow the hot blon- er- his destiny.
The Verdict
One would think that ‘Haven’ might offer a decent opportunity to flesh our Deanna’s character, but nah. Why do that when there are still male guest stars, and love interests to focus on? I do genuinely try to find the good in these old episodes, but this one is a dud. My biggest points of contention are in the portrayals of Lwaxana (specifically), and the Betazoid’s (generally).
For starters, Lwaxana is exceptionally rude; she’s condescending, hostile, and has no regard for anyone else’s feelings. I don’t care that “She’s telepathic and therefore thinks differently,” she’s completely bigoted towards anyone who isn’t Betazoid, and it’s clearly spiteful. The episode tries to play it off as comic relief, but based on this episode alone Lwaxana exhibits more potential for becoming an arch nemesis than the Ferengi ever will.
Secondly, Betazed may have a unique culture, but perhaps the federation should think twice before inducting other civilizations with such draconian marriage practices into their ranks. It would all be one thing if Deanna was happy with the arrangement, but she clearly doesn't want to get married. So why must she? Why such pressure? Shouldn’t freedom of choice weigh in to all federation cultures, without risking ostracization or criticism? Even Picard is like “hey, this seems kinda questionable. I wonder if this should be allowed” but that’s as far as we’ll explore such topics, because we have a LOVE TRIANGLE to get back to! Yay! (more on that below)
1 star (out of 5)
Additional Observations:
This is Lwaxana’s first appearance. My familiarity with this character is mostly from DS9, where I found her occasionally amusing, if exasperating, so I never quite understood the hate she got from other fans. Now I get it.
Space love triangle: Riker is too busy feeling jealous of Wyatt to consider how this may be affecting the woman he supposedly loves. Deanna even calls him out by stating “YOU’RE the one who wanted to focus on a career,” to which Riker essentially retorts with “Yeah, but this is hard on ME!” Real mature, dude.
This season really has a fixation for alien races that are just hot white people in revealing clothing. Which leads as a nice segway into my next point…
This show is VERY horny, but repressively so. The crew all seem to have a “live and let live” mentality towards others (which is usually good), but are very restrictive and emotionally stunted in their own self-expression.
On the other hand, Lwaxana talks about her naked body and sex life WAY too much. She’s obviously making the crew uncomfortable, and it’s clearly intentional.
Data’s fascination over “petty squabbling” cracks me up though. Solid comedic performance from Brent Spiner.
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If you do not mind my request, I wonder how Joey and Frank from DbD asked male!reader out? (Separately or together are okay) And what would their daily life together look like as a couple?
I'm so sorry that it took me so long. There isn't much excuse for it so I really hope that you at least enjoy what I've written.
There is a clump of words with no spaces, so for anyone that struggles with reading those I put what it says in brackets afterwards!
THE PICTURES ARE NOT MINE, CREDIT TO THE OWNERS.
Joey:
A bit romantic, and sheepish
Gets you some flowers and your favourite sweets, or favourite snacks if you don’t like sweets.
Shyly asks you while he is blushing. He took his mask off just for this.
“Y/N, I’ve uhh... I’ve had feelings for you for quite a while and… Iwasjustwonderingifyouwouldpossiblygooutwithme. It’s okay if not uhm… I hope this didn’t ruin our friendship-” (the big clump says: “I was just wondering if you would possibly go out with me.” He just says it super fast.).
You would have to cut him off from digging himself a hole because he’s so nervous and worried.
When you say yes, he has the BIGGEST smile, like a little kid on Christmas that got everything they asked for.
Will take you on the sweetest date, he listened to everything you said so he knows all your favourite things and had planned accordingly.
It’s the most incredible date ever btw.
Such a caring boyfriend, a true simp.
Afterwards, if you guys don’t have a sleepover, he will take you home and with your consent, give you the softest, most loving kiss ever. You will have the wind knocked out of you and also become a simp.
Mutual simping proceeds.
If you do have a sleepover, at his place, he will lend you his clothes for you to wear. Cutest shit he has ever seen.
Idc if you're bigger than him, mans bought something in your size and made it smell like him, if you’re like me and allergic to cologne he just wore them until his smell was on ‘em. If not, he sprayed his cologne on them. Get fucked.
If you are a touchy person, you get ALL of the affection and cuddles while you guys watch movies or play games until you fall asleep.
If not, then you just watch movies or play games until you fall asleep. He will let you have your space because he is a respectful man.
We love this man.
The end.
PS: Makes some bomb-ass breakfast in the morning. Your favourite, obviously. The dude really did his research bc he didn’t wanna fuck it up.
Once y’all live together he’s a dream.
Will make breakfast for you both on the weekends so you can wake up to the smell of his immaculate cooking instead of the fire department (That will make sense soon).
On other mornings he would wake you up with kisses.
He makes sure to keep you out of the mess of his friend group because he doesn’t want you to get hurt.
I think he’s a decently neat person- like he’s not a clean freak but he’s not a messy person.
If you hated a chore he’d do it instead.
He’s just… thoughtful, and not afraid to show it.
Always makes sure you are absolutely okay with everything. Like what you’re going to eat, going out to do/buy, etc.
If you have a bad day he’d be the best listener. Hype you up, comfort you, and call you out gently where it’s needed. He’s the best.
Frank:
Ah, this fucker.
So he isn’t great with emotions
Isn’t great with anything at all, tbh.
Him asking you out? Nah. He demands you go out with him.
“Hey, shithead. We’re going to dinner tonight at 7PM. I’m buying. Be ready.”
No, you don’t have a say in this, in case you’re wondering.
He also did his research, but won’t admit it.
He throws in some stuff to make it seem like he totally wasn’t planning this whole thing for a week, no not at all. (Sarcasm)
Is anxiously making sure you’re enjoying yourself, but play it off because he totally gives no fucks noo not at all. (Sarcasm x2)
Grunts and looks away at any kind of affection you show him, he’s hiding his blush, dw.
VERY jealous if anyone even so much dares to look at you the wrong way. Will kiss you hard on the mouth and make eye contact with them.
Will walk you away from them with his arm around you or just whatever you’re comfortable with (Ass preferably)
You’d have a wonderful date with him, and afterwards, it would be nearly midnight because he just wouldn’t want to let you go. But don’t let him know that you know that.
Or do, watch him get flustered and deny it. It’s funny.
Would “casually” invite you for a sleepover, like he doesn’t care or whatever (Say yes. It’s the correct answer.)
So, since you said yes, the sleepover would likely be at your place, ngl.
Would probably borrow your clothes. He looks great in them, very attractive. Menace approved.
Call him cute, he will blush and tell you to shut the fuck up.
You guys would spend the night with you underneath his arm while on the couch.
I don’t think he’s the super touchy type but he does enjoy some cuddles.
If you’re not super touchy then that's perfect! You guys can just vibe on the couch while you watch shitty horror movies (or whatever you’d like to watch).
In the morning he’d try to surprise you with breakfast which results in him: nearly burning your house down, and then telling you that you should be grateful for the burnt toast he made. He is an awful cook.
He will pay for any damages, dw.
Once you guys settle in together, have a home together and all that jazz I think he wouldn’t change much.
Occasionally waking you up with your local fire department at your door. The usual.
He’s mostly cuddly at night, he enjoys holding you while he sleeps.
Or the other way around but he will never outright admit he likes being the little spoon sometimes.
He’s the type to randomly buy you a gift since he’s absolutely dogshit with words.
Looked at an expensive wristwatch for a little too long?
Whoops, it’s on your dresser a few days later.
Don’t ask if he paid for it, there’s a 50/50 chance of him having just stolen it.
Flynn Rider wannabe lookin’ ass.
Anyway, he’s not the most expressive, a very angry man, and can’t admit that he’s soft for you BUT- he is thoughtful.
Will make sure that if you have any pet peeves he doesn’t bother them- like let's say you hate a messy house? Well, he is a walking dumpster fire but he will begin to clean up after himself more. Not completely- but more.
He’s not the greatest listener and I do believe that if he was in a bad mood he would definitely brush you off or accidentally take it out on you, but if you had a bad day and he wasn’t in one of his moods he would listen. He’s not as good as Joey but he tries. He’d probably ask outright what you needed.
He’d also be not so great/gentle at calling you out.
Would probably ask if you need the person bothering you to “disappear”.
Give points where they’re due.
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Hey, so you know how it’s like a thing where when you’re using a soda can you take off the tab and depending on how it comes off then someone “owes” you a kiss, a hug, or sex. Well maybe you could do like a tasm! peter parker x reader where they are like out and about or whatever and the reader is like drinking some coke and is like “oh shit, guess someone owes me a kiss” this can be either smutty or fluffy. Thank you!
This is so cute akshakyswjbw. Tysm for your request and also sorry it’s taken me so long *sobs*. I hope you enjoy it!
Also once I got to the end of the fic it felt too long to make it smutty so lmk if you guys would like a smutty part 2!!
A/N: thought the gif was somewhat fitting lol
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Peter and I always sit together at lunch; mainly because we have no friends besides each other. But we also just genuinely enjoy each other’s company.
Neither of us can exactly remember how we became friends, we just roll with it because we get each other so well. He even trusted me enough to let me in on his biggest secret: that he’s a big fat virgin. Oh and also that he’s Spiderman.
We take a seat at our usual table, facing each other. I’m a bit distracted by the fact that the lunch meat actually looks decent and not rubber-like for once. So it takes me a few seconds to notice Peter giggling to himself, staring at his soda can.
“What’s so funny?” I ask as I pop a potato chip into my mouth.
“Oh nothin’. Just looks like you owe me a kiss” he replies with a big grin plastered on his face.
I nearly choke on my chip, “What?”.
So he points to his soda can, slightly sliding it towards me; still with a shit eating grin on his face.
I lean forward on the table to get a closer look; his soda tab has a small circle in the middle of the big circle.
“I’m pretty sure that’s the ‘hug’ one” I say matter-of-factly.
He shakes his head, “No, the big circle with nothing in the middle is hug. The small circle inside de big circle is kiss and the semicircle is, well, sex”.
Regardless of wether he’s right or not is he serious about wanting to kiss me? He seems pretty convinced that it means kiss…
I knit my brows together, still staring at the top of his unopened soda can. “Are you sure?”.
Peter pulls out his phone, “Here, lemme look it up real quick”. I roll my eyes at him but can’t help smiling at his determination to prove he’s right.
“See?” he turns his phone screen towards me to show pictures of the soda tabs and their meanings. He’s right. Looks like I owe him a kiss.
Not that I haven’t thought about it before; kissing him. I mean he’s handsome and he does have nice-looking lips. But he’s my friend; my only friend at that. It’d be stupid to risk ruining that. Besides I’m almost 100% certain he doesn’t even think about me that way. So he must be joking, right?
“Okay well, whatever, good one I guess” I say somewhat begrudgingly, avoiding his gaze.
“What do you mean?” his mouth is now full of food, muffling his voice.
“Well you can’t be serious. You don’t actually want me to kiss you” I force out a laugh in an attempt to not sound as pathetic as I feel.
He scrunches up his face, “Why not? Wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world”. It seems I didn’t do a good job at disguising my shock because he looks like he regrets every word he’s ever said.
“Like on the cheek, no?” he nervously attempts to fix it and eliminate the awkwardness but it’s too late; we’re neck deep in awkwardness.
“In your dreams Parker” I try to play it off.
He chuckles, “Yeah, it would be a dream to get a kiss on the cheek from you. I’d never wash it again” he teases which ultimately makes me giggle. He always knows how to make me laugh.
“That’s disgusting”
“Only for you baby”
~~~
As he walks me home like he normally does I keep thinking about it; the whole kiss thing. I still can’t tell if he actually wanted to kiss me. And if so, would it be a real kiss? Like a romantic kiss? Or a stupid kiss for shits n’ giggles.
I’m snapped out of my developing mental spiral by the feeling of a cold drop of water on my cheek. Which is then followed by a thousand more drops.
“Oh shit!” Peter exclaims and we both start to run seeing as we’re not that far from my house at this point. We can’t help but laugh like little kids as we run in the rain.
By the time we reach my porch we’re totally drenched and out of breath but continue to laugh together.
“We’re soaked” I say as I look down at myself and then at Peter.
“Feels kinda nice don’t you think?” He says raising his voice a bit since the rain keeps getting louder.
“Wet socks feel nice to you?” I reply and he just drops his head and laughs, leaning against me. He does that a lot, whenever he’s in a fit of laughter his body goes slightly numb and he always ends up falling or leaning on me. I’d me lying if I said I didn’t get a warm fuzzy feeling every time.
Once he regains his strength and stand up straight we both realize we’re standing very close to each other; too close.
Suddenly I can’t remember what was so funny. All I can really focus on is the feeling of his breath tickling my face. Why doesn’t he move? I can’t back up, my back is pressed against the door. So why does he just stand there, looking at me like that?
After what feels like forever he breaks the silence, “Well uh, I’m gonna head home” his voice is low and raspy. As he starts backing away I’m suddenly met with this weird feeling, like I don’t want him to go.
“Wait,” I blurt out, “You’re not walking home in this rain are you?”.
Peter smiles, “Y/n I was bitten by a radioactive spider; unless this is acid rain I think I should be fine”.
A gust of wind blows hard in our direction and I shiver. “Still, you should come inside until the rain dies down. It’s fine, besides my mom loves you so she’ll be happy to see you” I insist.
He sighs what seems like a defeated sigh and says, “Okay, only to see Janice though” with his pointer finger up.
I shake my head giggling as I open the door.
The house is empty. We’re alone.
“Oh,” is my initial reaction, “right, I forgot mom was working today”.
We take off our shoes and leave them at the door and we drop our stuff nearby since they’re also very wet.
“Damn, and here I was looking forward to seeing her”
“Hey, watch it” I warn him. Obviously I know he would never hit on my mom but it’s a bit of a running gag with us.
He throws up with hands, “Relax I’m innocent” with that goofy smile of his.
I stop and take a look at his very wet self, quite literally dripping on the floor. “You should probably take those off” I say as I stand in front of him with both hands on my hips.
He raises his eyebrows, “Damn y/n take me out to dinner first”.
I face palm so quickly, practically slapping my face, “Dude you know what I mean”.
He chuckled mischievously, “Are you gonna give me clothes to change into or should I just remain naked? You’re the boss, just say the word—”
“Peter!”
He starts to laugh, hard. And as much as I try to remain irritated at him I just can’t.
“I’ll get you some clothes, be right back” I start walking up the stairs. “Don’t sit on anything!”
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When I come back down changed and with some of my dad’s clothes in hand as well as a towel I find him awkwardly standing right where I left him. I toss him the clothes and he stares at me for a bit before walking off to the bathroom.
He walks back out in sweatpants and a t-shirt that fits him surprisingly well; I half expected it to be bigger on him but he’s buffer than you’d expect.
I smile, “You look cute”.
I could’ve sworn I saw him get a little bit red. “Are you sure it’s not weird for me to be wearing your dad’s clothes?” He hands me his wet clothes and I toss them in the dryer along with mine.
“It’s fine, he left them behind and they’ve just been in boxes for years now. I doubt he’d mind” I reassure him. He takes a seat in front of the kitchen isle and rests his elbows on the table.
Meanwhile outside it’s still pouring. We stare at each other in silence. It’s like we’re in our own little world. Outside it’s cold and loud, and normally if I were home alone right now I’d probably feel just as cold. But here with him, it’s warm, I feel safe. The quiet isn’t unsettling or awkward, it’s peaceful.
His big brown eyes are captivating, I can’t bring myself to look away. And the way he looks at me is so soft, I feel like I’m melting.
Shit shit shit. What am I thinking?.
I clear my throat in an attempt to bring myself out of the trance. I walk over to the fridge, “You, uh, thirsty, hungry?”.
He perks up a bit, “Do you have any grape Fanta?” his eyebrows rise with anticipation.
“Lemme check” I open the fridge and lean down to look through it. The truth is I always keep grape Fanta for him because I know it’s his favorite.
“You’re in luck! Here, blegh” I hand him the soda can and I notice that it’s not until he hears my ‘blegh’ that he meets my eyes, his were focused on…my legs? I mean I am wearing some pretty short shorts but surely this isn’t the first time he’s seen my legs is it?
“What do you mean ‘blegh’? That’s just disrespectful and frankly very wrong” he exaggerates his indignation.
I take a pineapple Fanta for myself and set it down on the counter in front of him. “You’re like the only person I know that likes grape” I say in defense of myself.
“A) you don’t know anyone else besides me and b) whoever those people may be they clearly lack good taste” he leans forward on the counter.
I can’t help the slightly offended gasp that escapes my lips, “Talk about disrespectful”.
“I say it like it is babes, if you can’t—no way” whatever he was gonna say was quickly interrupted by whatever he saw when he looked down at his soda can.
“What is it?” I ask before taking a sip of my drink.
He just lifts the can closer to my face and says, “kiss”.
And for the second time today I almost choke at what he was saying. I look at the tab and lo and behold, it’s just like the one he got at lunch. Im left speechless.
“This is a sign from the universe!” He exclaims as he holds back his laughter.
“Pete come on—”
“Let’s see yours” he stands up and walks over to my side of the counter and grabs my can.
After taking a closer look at it he exclaims, “Ha! That’s three for three baby” jogging in a circle around the kitchen meanwhile I can’t help but laugh as I boost myself up and sit on the countertop.
He walks back to me and stands in front of me. He leans over to put the can down next to me and takes a few steps closer. I hadn’t noticed but my laughter subsided, as did his. Suddenly I find it hard to breathe.
“Pete,” I manage to spill out, my voice small and frail. He raises his eyebrows at me, with big puppy dog eyes.
“Are you for real? Do you really wanna kiss me?” I couldn’t bring myself to look at him, so I opted for staring down at my hands in my lap.
He bends down a bit, as if trying to meet my gaze; resting his hands at my sides on the table, caging me in. “What if I did? Would you be cool with that? Cause if you’re not that’s totally fine I don’t—”
“I’ve never kissed anyone” is all I could blurt out, interrupting his nervous rambling. He chuckled, “Okay so?”
“So! What if—” he starts to lean closer, making me trail off.
“What if what?” his voice is low yet playful; I still haven’t met his gaze.
“What if I suck at it?” he places his finger under my chin and lifts it up, forcing me to look at him. I have to swallow the gasp that threatened to come out.
He’s now standing right in between my legs, our faces only inches—no, centimeters apart. My heart is racing but my mind is still, empty, I can’t seem to produce any coherent thoughts.
“I can teach you, but I doubt you’ll suck at it” his voice is just above a whisper.
“How do you know?” at this point I can’t keep track of what I say, his lips are so close to mine and his breath is warm on my face.
He smiles, “Cause I’ll be kissing you, don’t get much better than that” and next thing I know his lips are on my lips. He’s kissing me and I’m kissing him back. His hand which was holding my chin up has slid into grabbing my face ever so gently.
Just like the kiss. It’s gentle, sweet, slow. I actually feel lightheaded.
He slowly pulls away and rests his forehead on mine, I feel the coldness of his wet hair from the rain. We both smile.
“For the record,” he breaks the silence.
“Mhm,”
“That totally didn’t suck”
I can’t help but giggle like a little schoolgirl.
“But, you still need practice” he adds, meanwhile his other hand has found itself on my thigh.
“Well I do owe you two more kisses”.
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From The Ritz To The Rubble | NRIACC: Part 28 |
Plot by @imagine-that-100 and @ghostlightqueen
Written by @imagine-that-100
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Word Count: 21.2k
Warnings: This series contains mature content and themes throughout
A/N: Besties it’s here. The last drama filled chapter before the enddd! We’re getting closer now! I’m still so grateful that everyones still reading alone and sticking with me. Also I get to see both The 1975 and Arctic Monkeys next weekend and I’ve never been happier in my life!!!! The biggest thank you to @alovesreading for your help with this chapter, I got this to everyone this week because she was endlessly encouraging me to write so thank you so much! Also there’s a bit of French in this chapter but don’t be going to google translate, the translation is there next to it. Thank you to @red---moon for making sure the French is decent for me! Also a reminder that this is fiction and I treat all of these people I write about as characters so do not be giving me shit in my asks. Thanks again for reading, hope you enjoy the drama xx
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~*~*~*~ 14th February 2019 ~*~*~*~
George.
George Daniel.
George fucking Daniel.
The forbidden love of your life.
Your soulmate.
Your long haired, man-bun perfectionist, gentle giant, lovable tree, George motherfucking Daniel… Cut his fucking hair.
And were you prepared for this? Absolutely not.
And this is because you found out when you walked into a restaurant in North London on Valentines Day and were met with your George, sitting there waiting for you, looking all dapper in his suit, with freshly buzzed cut hair.
“What the fuck have you done to your hair?” The words slipped from your mouth before you even made it to the table.
George snorts as he gets up to greet you, pulling you into a hug as he grins, “Hello to you too Baby.”
“Why have you cut your hair?” You ask him, unable to stop yourself from looking at his now very short hair.
It’s actually unnerving looking at him without hair. Since you were 17 you’ve known George to have long hair and yes everyone in your Manchester group of friends has been making jokes about the giant’s receding hairline for the past five years, but God you loved the man-bun so much you hoped this day would never come.
But it seems it has. RIP hot man-bun George Daniel era. Gone but certainly not forgotten.
As you take your seats at the table, your soulmate grins as he says, “Well apparently you shag people with buzzcuts, so I was trying for this to finally be my day.”
“Shut up.” You shake your head at him, your cheeks heating up a little at the mention of your activities with your best friend more than a fortnight ago now. You correct him, “And I shagged him before it was cut off.”
“Sure it was.” George chuckles before picking up the menu in front of him.
Dinner with George is amazing, as it usually is. The pair of you together just ooze sexual tension mixed with unmatched adoration for each other so you both flick between flirty and sweet the entire time.
Of course though, George brings up Alex again saying that you ‘cheated’ on him with ‘one of your many best friends you sleep with’ and you just end up laughing at that. Your soulmate then asks if it's continuing with Alex or not and you tell him the whole truth.
That things between you and Alex are fine and back to usual. There was obviously the odd flirty comment after what happened and the both of you maybe had that phone call you promised him a few nights after he left you littered with bruises. But you didn’t tell George that part.
But other than that, you’re quite happy for things to be normal again. The only regret you have is that you wish you cut the live stream short a little earlier because after watching the end of it back, everyone definitely heard what Alex said and they all clearly knew you shagged after the 1975’s gig that night.
Nothing else is a regret about that 24 hours. You’re very glad it happened and now you feel better than ever heading back into your single life.
Everything feels harmonious for once. You feel at peace with everything and you’re excited for life just to take you wherever it wants.
Does that mean you forgot about what happened though? Absolutely not.
You remember the night fondly, just like you’ve remembered past encounters with other people, like Matty and Y/B/F. But you have found yourself spacing out and thinking about it from time to time because it’s so fresh in your memory.
And because you’d only just finished talking about it before the waiter came to serve both you and George your desserts, you’ve started eating whilst your mind is in the dirtiest depths of the gutters.
“So…” George gets your attention away from the chocolate cake you ordered for your dessert. There’s a grin on his face as he asks, “Will you do me the honour?”
“Of what? Splitting the bill?” You ask, actually having no idea of what he just asked you.
Stop thinking about the way your best mate fucked you, Y/N!
“No, it’s always my turn on Valentines.” George shakes his head, bringing you out of your thoughts again, “I was saying will you do me the honour of being my date at this year's Brit Awards?”
You almost snort out loudly in this otherwise civilised quiet restaurant.
“You’re joking, right?” You ask him, the humour clear in your eyes as you pick up your glass of wine and take a sip.
“No, I’m being serious.” George shakes his head with a genuine smile on his face, “I really want you to come with me.”
You reach out to take his hand as you let him down easily. “Whilst that’s really cute of you G, I vowed many years ago that the 2017 Brits would be my last.”
“Please Baby.” George then pouts as your hand slips from atop of his so you can pick up your fork and start eating your cake again.
“No don’t ‘please baby’ me with your sex eyes.” You shake your head, not letting him get to you with him looking at you all suggestively. You will not break. “Nothing will make me go to another Brit Awards. Especially one where you and the Monkeys are up against each other for Best British Group.”
When those nominations came though, you genuinely wanted to jump out of the closest window. Twitter stans were having a field day tagging you in the post asking you who you wanted to win and that’s initially how you found out. You sent the screenshot to Y/B/F instantly and she phoned you up laughing.
“Come on,” George pleads, “That just makes it even more fun.”
‘HA. For who, George? Because it’s certainly not me’ Is all that you can think.
You just shake your head again, and eat your cake before saying, “Absolutely not.”
“What if I go down on you?” Your soulmate offers and you almost choke.
“George!”
“What?” He tries his best not to laugh as he continues, “We are both up for it, are we not? Or should I say down for it?”
You give him a warning glare as you take a sip of your drink. He’s just grinning at you like he fully means it though and it makes you so flustered. You struggle to turn him down.
“You know Matty would have to be six feet under before we could even think about getting together?” You remind him, “And even then, I think he’d haunt you.”
“Okay maybe sack the Brits off then…” George grins, “I’ve gotta figure out a way to get away with murder.”
“You’re unbelievable.” You laugh but George just takes your hand and intertwines your fingers.
“In bed?” He smirks then winks, “So I’ve been told.”
You smack his hand away from yours and warn him again, “Stop it.”
“Only if you come to the Brits with me.” George raises his eyebrows at you in another attempt to get his own way.
“Sorry.” You let him down again, “The plan has always been for me and Y/B/F to watch it at my flat before she gets on her plane to Perth for the next leg of the Monkeys tour.”
This news just makes George look even more deflated. But he seems to think his last method of persuasion will work.
“Please.” He pleads, “James Cordon won’t be there. Jack Whitehall is hosting this time and I know you fancy him.”
You hate how well everyone knows you at this point.
“As much as I would love to meet Jack Whitehall, I’m not going.” You stand your ground and both of you end up going back to your desserts. George now with a pouty face that you’d love to kiss back to normal, but alas, you chose Matty not George back in the day.
Silently you know that you can’t even think to begin to change your mind, especially with what happened a few weeks ago. You’ll be the talk of the fucking nation if that gets mentionned.
Once you take the last bite of your cake, you sit back in your seat and grin at your soulmate until he looks over at you. “Did you really think Jack Whitehall being there would be better than you going down on me?”
The grin that comes to his face is the best thing you’ve seen all day. You got your George back from then on out and the rest of your date was just as stunning.
~*~*~*~ 20th February 2019 ~*~*~*~
You are fucking fuming.
There’s a few ways you could put it. Livid. Outraged. Furious. Infuriated. But none of these words quite fits the emotions that are running through you like adrenaline.
You’re ready to punch Matthew Timothy Healy in the fucking face.
It’s Brit Awards day and you don’t know why you led yourself into the false sense of security that all would be okay. But when you found out that the Monkeys weren’t even going because they had the early flight the following day to Perth with Y/B/F, you thought it’d be fine.
You and Y/B/F were a bottle of wine down before the show even started and you were in a great mood. An in even better one when the show first started because as Jack Whitehall was giving his opening speech the camera panned over to Matty and George who had been caught eating and licking their fingers on live TV.
Both you and Y/B/F started cackling when that happened and you texted the group immediately, telling them what just happened on the screen and you also asked what they were eating. George immediately replied saying they had a Nando’s delivered which just made the thought even better.
You found it that funny that you went on twitter to find a clip a fan had put on just so you could see it again. You even went as far as to save it so you’d always have the memory.
Of course, you retweeted it as you think as many people as possible need to see it. Whilst you’re on Twitter though, you see the first reply come and it makes you giggle.
Y/N who do you want to win best british group????? x
And you can’t stop yourself, you reply to the question boldly.
Gorillaz xx
When you show it Y/B/F the both of you start giggling. The tipsier you get the more funny it becomes but it seems to make people on twitter though too so it’s not the end of the world.
Of course, you would like the award to go to one of your favourite bands. But to avoid the drama of it all, you truly wouldn’t mind if Gorillaz, Little Mix, or Years and Years took the title.
Despite the joking, you knew that both bands would like to win the award, and considering you’ve just been texting Alex to ask if he’s needed to do a video to accept the award and he replied that he didn’t, you’re fairly certain they aren’t going to win. It’s unfortunate but Alex said he was expecting it considering the mixed reviews everyone’s given Tranquillity Base.
After assuring him that you and Y/B/F loved the album, you started hoping The 1975 were going to win. It seemed things were going to go that way anyway because someone in their PR team had accidentally released an advert for A Brief Inquiry with ‘Brit Award winning album’ on it, so there was a fairly good chance they were going to win the Mastercard Album of the Year.
But you and Y/B/F just watched happily along anyway. Whatever the outcome, you still support and back your friends 100%.
When the time comes for Best British Band to be announced, Vicky McClure and Natalie Dormer are the ones to make the announcement and you find that your eyes are glued to the screen.
A smile makes its way to your face when you hear, “The 1975!” being announce as the winners. Seeing the grins on Matty and George’s faces when they show the band and when they reach for each other and embrace in the biggest hug its so lovely to see.
Seeing Ross in his suit, your jaw drops at how good he looks when he hugs their manager. But you grin like a fool seeing Adam and Carly in the background. You’re so so so proud of your cousin.
You're grinning like a fool once they make it up to the stage but then you find yourself holding your breath almost scared for what’s about to leave Matty’s mouth. You don’t expect him to stick two fingers up and say ‘fuck arctic monkeys’ but you’re a little worried.
But as it turns out, you were truly worrying about nothing. For his speech, Matty reads out a few lines that his friend Laura Snapes had said about misogyny in the music industry which you think is a really good use of his platform. Because what is the point in having a voice on a stage and not using it to strive for something better?
You calm down after that, knowing that you’ve got through the award where they were against the Monkeys and it went fine. You and Y/B/F sent them a congratulations WhatsApp and about 5 minutes after you both did, you saw that Alex sent them a congratulations in the Two Bands, One Lesbian Couple chat.
Alex’s congratulations to The 1975 were followed along by the other Monkeys showing that there are clearly no hard feelings about it. Obviously The 1975 are busy at the O2 so they don’t reply to any of you but you like that the Monkeys are watching along to support regardless.
The rest of the show is rather uneventful. Jack Whitehall embarrassing Shawn Mendes about his recent Calvin Klein shoot was funny though but you and Y/B/F were just eager to see if your Manchester boys were going to win Mastercard Album of the Year.
It was the last award of the night, as it always is, and you and Y/B/F have now finished 3 bottles of wine and are feeling quite jolly. It really was a shame that was all about to change.
Jared Leto is reading out the winner of the album of the year, and you hold your breath, hoping and praying with every fibre of your being that your boys win. And you’ve never been so happy to hear someone say, “And the winner is… The 1975.”
You and Y/B/F actually stand up cheering for them this time, absolutely ecstatic for them. You’re squealing when they show Adam kissing Carly as the camera moves to them, and you melt when you watch Matty and George hug each other.
When they get up to the stage, your heart fills with the most pure love for them all. They all look so happy and when Matty hugs Ross in front of everyone you want to cry. You know how hard they all worked on this one so you’re really thrilled for them. And you and YB/F sit down to watch their speech.
“Thank you, this is amazing.” Matty says once he’s given the microphone. He’s clearly shell shocked to have got the award, anyone could see that from the way he’s wide eyed and most definitely unprepared.
“Thank you so much, we’re humbled by this award. Erm, thank you everybody.” Matty begins to ramble. “Thank you Jamie Oborne, our fifth member. Thank you to the Brits.”
But then it stops being adorable a second later.
“Thank you to everyone involved- to Arctic Monkeys, for still being such an inspiring and relevant band in 2019.” Matty says patronisingly with a hint of a smirk playing on his lips after he says it. “I know how hard that is.” He adds sarcastically.
You gasp out loud, shocked stiff in your seat as you say, “He didn’t.”
“No. Fucking. Way.” Y/B/F confirms it was reality for you though.
The both of you share a silent look which speaks volumes. You know the both of you just silently yelled to each other, I can’t believe he’s just fucking said that.
You’re fuming from this already because there is really no fucking need for it, but turns out you can reach new levels of anger by the next seven words that leaves the curly haired brunettes mouth.
“Thank you to my beautiful girlfriend, Y/N, for letting me write that stuff down.” Matty continues and you’re sure your brain short circuits and you don't hear the rest of it.
You did notice the other boys' shocked reactions on stage to Matty’s words though and even you at home can read the silent looks they were sending each other. But you don’t even hear Matty finish his speech. You’re absolutely seething.
Y/B/F watches on as Matty finishes off by saying, “Thank you to all of our partners… Thank you erm… Yeah this, this is mad. Thank you so much, we love you… Thank you very much, thanks, cheers.” Matty rambles on before he lifts their well-deserved award up into the air and they are ushered off the stage.
But you’re watching absolutely horrified. As much as they deserve the award for the album that was not needed.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” You yell in your flat which should surprise Y/B/F due to the volume at which you said it, but it doesn’t.
You’re ranting and getting yourself worked up for the 10 minutes that's left of the show then. That includes them playing Sincerity Is Scary to close the show.
You feel so fucking embarassed and stupid. You feel so many emotions at once it all gets to you very quickly.
Even worse when you start getting texts from Alex and the other Monkeys the separate chat you have that Y/B/F is also in. They are shocked as to why Matty would even mention them in the speech, let alone be as patronising and sarcastic as he just was because it was clear to see it wasn’t a compliment, it was the most petty thing you’ve seen from Matty in a long time.
Your mood worsens when you can’t get in touch with Matty after the show ends. You’re sure that in the following hour, you try to call him at least 20 times and he doesn’t answer.
None of the other boys respond either which just makes your blood boil even more despite knowing it’s not their fault. You could see from their reactions that even they thought Matty was going a step too far.
You made a point of sending a tweet out saying, Just for clarification, I’m no ones girlfriend. I don't know why that shit was said.
You just feel so fucking embarassed. Everyone who pays attention to either of the bands knows that you shagged Alex a matter of weeks ago and now Matty’s saying you’re his girlfriend. It makes you look like a slag, when you’re so far from one it’s a joke.
You’ve been doing so well with not caring about what anyone thinks of you, and maybe it’s because you're drunk, but it feels like a massive setback. You hate the thought that people could have heard what happy said tonight and they could think you were a slut. It just brings back so many bad memories, you really hate all the old feelings that are being dragged back through your system.
It’s almost 2 hours later when one of the four of them picks up the phone, and unsurprisingly it’s not the person you actually wanted to pick up. So you really have to mute your anger when your soulmate answers his phone.
“Baby, hey!” George greets you loudly and clearly quite cheerfully down the phone.
“I’ve been calling you.” You say bluntly, not having quite enough softness in your voice that George deserves considering he’s done nothing wrong.
It seems to go unnoticed by the drummer though, as you hear him very chipperly say, “Sorry we just got to the after party. Barely any signal in the O2.”
“G I need to-” You just about get out before George starts talking over the noise you can hear in the background of the call.
You can hear his sexy grin that’s definitely on his face when he interrupts and asks, “You calling to congratulate us, Baby?”
“Something like that.” You brush the comment off, “Listen I-”
“Who’s that?” You just about hear Ross ask on the other end of the phone.
“It’s my Baby.” You can almost hear his grin as he says it, and any other night it would leave you weak at the knees but tonight is not that night.
“G.” You try to get his attention again but it doesn’t work.
“Wheels, we won!” You hear Matty yell in glee in the background.
You’re about to say something back, as hearing Matty so unbothered by it all just fuels your anger. As if he doesn’t know he’s done wrong.
Before you can say anything George is very excitedly rambling to you. He’s clearly had a few drinks and of course you think he’s entitled to celebrate. But you’re fucking fuming now you have Matty only a person away. You end up cutting into George’s cute ramblings.
“George,” You interrupt him, frankly needing to yell at the person who deserves it now. “I’m really happy for you and that you’ve won the awards n’all, but you need to put me on the phone to Matty right now before I blow a fucking fuse.”
You hear your soulmate sigh then and he hesitantly starts saying, “Baby, please don’t do-”
“George, I’m fucking fuming.” You interject again, not taking no for an answer, “I saw your reactions on stage when he said what he said. Put me on the fucking phone to him now before I lose my shit at you when you don’t deserve it.”
All you’re met with is a sigh then, and you’re thankful when he doesn’t argue again.
“Good luck mate.” You hear George say as he hands the phone over to Matty.
“Sweetheart, hey!” You hear your curly haired brunette say excitedly down the phone.
But you ignore the greeting completely and ask, “Have you taken anything?”
“What?” Matty asks, entirely confused and you believe him when he says, “No.”
“Then how much have you had to drink?” You interrogate some more, with anger clear in your voice.
“I’ve not had anything,” Matty tells you, sounding a little defensive. “Have to be up early to do a podcast tomorrow, so I’m a sober boy all around tonight.”
“Matty, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” The news just makes your blood boil more, because there’s no excuse for his behaviour. “You said all of that shit sober! Are you fucking insane?!”
You’re sure you hear a dry scoff or sigh from him before he says, “Wheels, just please don't start right.”
“No, you don't get to dismiss my feelings on this, Matty,” You say loudly down the phone as you’re pacing your lounge with Y/B/F watching you. “I’m entitled to be feeling how I am after the shit you just pulled.”
“What shit, Y/N?” Matty tries to play dumb, “I’ve done fuck all wrong.”
“Fuck all?” He’s just made your blood boil even more, “Are you joking?!”
Considering his lack of memory on the subject, you point out his mistakes, “You called me your girlfriend!”
“Sorry Wheels, it’s an old habit.” Matty says and it sounds like he means his apology but you’re too upset let that be it.
“It’s really fucking not! We've not been together for six years!” Your words are like razors, “You did it spitefully to try and cause shit. I’m not your girlfriend Matty, I haven’t been for a long fucking time and you really need to get over this.”
Y/B/F is already a little worried about this interaction, you’re already raging and you’ve only just started. And you being drunk as well, this isn’t a good combination. So despite her agreeing that what Matty has done is wrong, she’s apprehensive about the situation being blown out of proportion.
“Don’t be like that, Wheels, it's a slip of the tongue.” Matty tries to diffuse the situation before it begins.
“Like fuck it was!”
“Genuinely didn’t mean it Y/N/N. It was a slip in the moment.” Matty “I was caught off guard and I was just trying to thank you very sincerely for being a muse Y/N, I've done nothing wrong.”
“Yeah, you have. You shouldn't have called me that.” And you just get angrier when you remember what else he did, “And your saying you’ve done nothing wrong, what about sarcastically slagging the Monkeys off in your speech when there was no fucking need for it.”
“Oh, it's really not that deep.” You can picture Matty pulling a face and shaking his head.
“It is though!” You yell back, “It fucking is, Matty, and you know it is! You're good with them. There was absolutely no need for that when for the last year, you've been fine with them.”
“I’ve been fine with Matt, Jamie, and Nick, Y/N.” Matty corrects you, “When have I ever been fine with Alex?”
And then it’s like a lightbulb goes off in your head. A dry scoff rips through your throat, “Oh my god! Is that what this is about?!”
“Have you really just slagged the Monkeys off to the fucking nation because you’re jealous I fucked Alex last month?!” You’re fuming now you’ve pieced it together, “Is that really why you just did that?”
“Y/N.” Matty tries to interrupt but you’re having none of it.
“Are you really that jealous?” You ask, absolutely seething, “If so you need to grow the fuck up, it’s a fucking joke. And espeically after calling me your fucking girlfriend, when you know full well that Alex accidentally outed what happened between us on the live stream.”
That seems to anger Matty though because he backchats with, “First of all Wheels, if that was accidental, it was about as accidental as Helders cheating on his wife.”
Your jaw drops, “You didn’t just s-”
“And Second!” You’re interrupted this time, Matty telling you with annoyance in his voice now, “No, I’m not jealous that you fucked him, Y/N. We’ve fucked more times than you’ve fucked him, but that’s not the fucking point… I don’t need a souvenir that we’ve slept together Y/N, I'm not a horny teenager. I don’t need a video saying “I fucked Y/N Y/L/N’ to know that’s something that’s happened between us. Jealousy plays no part in it.”
Matty tells you with utter conviction in his voice, “I don’t like Alex because he’s been a colossal dickhead to you and he made you feel like utter shit for months on end last year.”
“I know I’m not a saint, and you were probably the same after what happened with us, but like you keep pointing out, that was years ago. I’ve grown up, he clearly hasn’t.” Before you can scoff Matty continues, “He did it one year ago, he did it when you were twenty one, and he did it when you were seventeen. I said what I said because I don’t likehim.”
You get all that you really do, because to anyone who knows your relationship, it must look absolutely insane. You don’t think there will ever be a day where they are on good terms with each other. That would take something earth shattering. The world would have to go into some sort of apocalyptic style epidemic for Alex Turner and Matty Healy to like each other, but you can’t see that happening anytime soon.
But that doesn’t mean Matty can go around saying this shit he did tonight. Matty’s feelings about the situation shouldn’t be making you feel like you do tonight. He could have just talked to you, not on TV.
“Do you not understand how fucking embarassing that is for me though Matty? You can dislike him privately. We don’t need to relive 2014 and have articles about the three of us flying round again.” You say sternly, your frustration completely taking over now.
“I have enough to deal with when you release songs about me, basically telling everyone about the weird dynamic between me, you, and Alex. And now you’ve just embarrassed me on live TV when the whole of fucking Instagram and Twitter knows I fucked Alex last month.” Your almost crying, you’re so annoyed and upset by the whole thing, “You’ve made me look like a whore Matty, when I’ve not been with anyone for a long fucking time.”
“I’ve not made you look like a whore at all, Wheels!” Matty sounds upset you’ve even suggested that, “What are you talking about? All I did was look out for you.”
There’s emotion in your voice now, and Matty can hear that along with the disbelief as you ask, “You call that looking out for me?”
“You’ve been my best friend, for what? Almost twenty years, Wheels!” Matty fights his own corner, “I’m not just going to stand by and not comment when I’m trying to protect you from someone who could ultimately hurt you.”
“I don’t need you to do that for me, Matty. And I certainly don’t need you to protect me on live TV.” You yell, “Send me a fucking text!”
“I fucking did.” Matty almost yells back at you, “I sent you a fair few that night and you didn’t reply to them, even afterwards.”
You dryly laugh, “Sorry Matty, please forgive me for not replying to texts whilst I was sleeping with your archnemesis. Forgive me, it was on silent and I left my phone downstairs. Your jealousy wasn’t a priority to me at that moment.”
You’re pacing around your lounge back and forth now, not even aware of anything you’re really seeing. Y/B/F might be there still, but you honestly don’t know. You’re just so upset and angry at Matty down the other end of the phone.
“I wasn’t fucking jealous, Wheels!” Matty starts yelling now, “Stop with the fucking jealousy speech because I couldn’t give a shit... I want you to be happy, I truly want nothing more. But after what you said at your gallery and how you said sleeping with other people made you think what he said about you was true. I'm not sorry to say that I think you deserve better than that.”
Before you can comment on that, your curly haired brunette continues, “If he’s endgame for you that's honestly fine, yeah maybe I shouldn’t have just said that on TV. But considering he’s yet to prove himself, I won’t apologise for trying to look out for my best friend.”
You wish it was that easy to just forgive him like that. But you’re too irritated now, you scoff, “Well if you’re not going to apologise for it, I’ve got nothing else to say to you Matty. I don’t want to fucking speak to you again if you think what you’ve done is acceptable. We’re not kids anymore, grow the fuck up!”
You continue, “I’ve wasted enough time dealing with everyone else's shit and I’m fucking done with it. I’ve given up too much in my life, always trying to appease both of you and I'm through.” You want to pull your hair out when you say, “If it’s not one of you hurting me, it’s the other.”
“You can’t for a second believe what I've done tonight is anywhere near the same as what Alex did to you last year?!” Matty sounds shocked and upset as he argues, “What he called you was fucking awful, I just thanked you for letting me write lyrics about you!”
You’re too focused on your last points to even hear him though, “I’m through Matty! I thought you’d leave this petting shit about me and Alex in the past. I’m sick of being in the middle.”
“Oh dear, such a common crisis for you, Sweetheart.” Matty says dryly and sarcastically adds, “Such a hard life.”
“You seriously don't wanna start comparing shit right now Matty, you really don't.” You’re grinding your teeth trying to keep your rage in. “Carry on and your narcissism will be showing… But realistically when isn't it, right? It's always all about you.”
There's a loud groan then before Matty shouts, “I’m trying to look out for you! What aren’t you understanding!”
“That's not how you should have gone about it!” You yell back, “I’m a grown woman and I can make my own decisions. I don't need your jealousy to take centre stage on TV and broadcast it there!”
“Why aren’t you fucking listening? I’m not fucking jealous!”
“Oh piss off Matty,” You shake your head, not believing a fucking word. “You’re just lying through your teeth at this point.”
“I’m lying?” Matty almost laughs, “You’re lying to your fucking self, Y/N!”
“Grow the fuck up!” You yell.
Matty backchats, “Take your own fucking advice.”
“I’m fucking sick of you. Just piss off Matty.” You’re fuming at this point, “Like piss off for good.”
“Fine!” Matty is entirely serious as he says, “Don’t come crawling back to me when he’s upset you again because I will just say I told you so.”
“I dont want to fuck him again, Matty! Is that what you wanted me to say?” You just don’t understand what he’s not fucking understanding. But you’re fuming as you dryly reply, “Sorry that your jealousy cant handle it, but I dont want to fuck you either.”
“Fuck right off calling me jealous! It's not what this is about!”
“You fucking are! Just fucking admit it!”
“Y/N.” Y/B/F shocks you as she steps in front of you and sternly tells you, “That’s enough. Hang up the phone.”
But you don’t pay attention to her because Matty shouts down the phone, “No because I'm not.”
You turn away from Y/B/F and start giving Matty your attention again, “If you’re not jealous, then the earth doesn't revolve around the sun.”
But this just annoys Y/B/F now. You don’t hear her as she tells Adam on the other end of her phone, “She’s not hanging up.”
“Then we take the phones off them.” Your cousin tells her, not wanting to let this continue any longer.
“Yeah.” Y/B/F turns towards you again, planning to stop this argument entirely, “On three.”
“Shut the fuck up Matty, why it always about you?!” Y/B/F watches as you yell down your phone again.
But she starts the count, “Three.”
You start again, “Oh please, you think-”
“Two.” Adam says on the other end of the line.
Y/B/F says, “One.” before she walks up to you, snatches your phone out of your hand and ending the call.
Turning towards her, you direct some anger at her, “What the fuck Y/B/F?!”
“You can talk to him when you’re both not screaming down the phone.” She tells you unforgivingly.
She thinks you’ve had too much to drink for this and clearly neither of you are actually listening to the other. Nothing good could have come from the conversation and after listening to just your side of it, she wishes she never let you call Matty in the first place.
“Yeah, I’ll see you soon Ads, love you. Byeee.” Y/B/F ignores you and says cheerfully to your cousin but when she hangs up on him.
She only looks back at you to say, “You can talk it out tomorrow. You’re not achieving anything by getting each other aggravated.”
“Absolutely not.” You get the last of your anger out of your system now as you say, “He can fuck off if he thinks I’m going to listen to him justify his shitty fucking behaviour. I’m fucking through with it. Like fully sick of it.”
“You need to calm the fuck down.”
“No!”
“Y/N.” She warns you, but you’re still agitated.
“Don’t order me about Y/B/F.” You yell.
Your best friend takes no offence to it. You're clearly drunk, probably tired, and very emotional. But she’s just trying to diffuse the whole situation now.
A little more softly, your best friend tries again, “Y/N/N, I-”
“I’m so tired.” You shake your head, running your hands through your hair and pull on it a little you’re so annoyed. “I’m so fucking tired of this happening all the time. I just want my life to be easy for once… I want my friends to be just that, my friends.”
“Seems like you just lost one Y/N.” Y/B/F breathes out as she sits back down.
You almost laugh, “And who’s fault is that?”
But you don’t expect her answer.
She’s truthful as she says, “Both of yours after that screaming contest.”
“You can’t be siding with him right now?” You look at her like she’s just betrayed you, “Not after the shit he pulled earlier.”
“I’m saying you need to calm down.” She looks at the TV instead of you then, opting to change the channel as she tells you honestly, “I don’t think screaming at each other helped and I think you’ve made it worse. You can fix it tomorrow.”
Before you can even think to respond, Y/B/F orders you, “Now please, come and sit down and pretend this never happened for a few hours before we go to sleep. We can squeeze in a few more episodes of Drag Race if we start now.”
So you do as you're told and slowly your anger and hurt starts to dull down, but it doesn’t go away despite the distractions. Nor does it the next day, so needless to say, neither you or Matty fixed it.
~*~*~*~ April 23th 2019 ~*~*~*~
Alex got a girlfriend.
And you’re really happy for him. Apparently he met her as they were all on tour back in the beginning of March and they hit it off really well. Y/B/F, being on tour with them, had obviously let you know when this started happening and Alex told you when it was made official a little after a month.
You’re currently living your best life, absolutely drama free for the past 2 months due to not being in contact with Matty so you’re over the moon for Alex. Up until a few days ago, you’d yet to give her the seal of approval as you’d yet to meet her, but now you’re taken a bit of a holiday and you’ve come to Paris to see your best friend for the first time after his tour.
Pauline, Alex’s new girlfriend, is French and you’re very excited about this because it gives you an excuse to go to one of your favourite cities to see your best friend. Alex invited you over to the house he was renting whilst he was staying over there for a while and you’ve been over for a few days.
You met Pauline the second day you were in Paris, after Alex went to pick her up from the train station as she’d just been away to visit her parents, and you must say, you really liked her. You didn’t expect that you wouldn’t though, not after hearing good things from Y/B/F and the band. And you know Alex doesn’t have bad taste.
Talking to her was really easy and you found her very easy to make conversation with, and seeing just how happy Alex was with her sitting beside him holding her hand, you’re truly so happy for him. On the day that you were on your own with them, you found out that Pauline uses her middle name - louise - as her stage name, but goes by Pauline to her friends and family, and that she aspires to be a musician.
She’s honestly really lovely and she’s been more than welcoming to you as she shows you and Alex around to somewhere even he hasn’t been yet. And last night you all had a wine night after you went and picked Matt and Y/B/F up from the airport as they were coming to stay until the end of your holiday too.
Last night you all got fairly drunk before heading to bed and it was so much fun because it felt just like old times again. The four best friends plus a new addition who held a place in Alex’s heart. It was honestly such a lovely night and you all had the best time.
What you were excited about though, was sleeping in and relaxing in bed like you were meant to have on holiday. But that didn’t quite happen, and that’s not because you were now sharing your bed with Y/B/F.
It was because you could hear your other best friend shagging his girlfriend through the wall behind your heads at seven in the morning.
And you only find this out because Y/B/F nudges you when you turn over in your sleep and she asks, “Please tell me you can hear that and I’m not hearing things.”
It takes you a few seconds to open your eyes and regain some sort of consciousness before you hear the thudding. And when you do your eyes go wide, and your hand goes over your mouth as you gasp.
“Nooo.” You shake your head, you must be hearing things.
It’s a creaky old house that Alex is renting. It’s beautiful, but it’s ancient. Surely it’s just a pipe filling up with water or something.
“They can’t be.” Y/B/F has some wishful thinking too as she hears the steady thudding.
You hear a whine through the wall and you both look at each other with even wider eyes, you whisper, “I think they are.”
“Holy shit.” Y/B/F laughs but she puts her hand over her mouth.
Both of you lie there facing each other, the rhythmic thudding continuing with faint sounds accompanying it on occasion that makes the both of you laugh into your pillows.
After a few seconds though, Y/B/F takes your attention away from the activities happening on the other side of the wall and she asks, “Are you okay?”
“Y/B/F, yes of course I am.” You swear.
She gives you a pointed look then, clearly wanting to double check that you are okay but you genuinely are fine. You’re really not in a place where you want to be with anyone at the minute and certainly not your best friend again.
That fun night in January was just that, fun.
You promise her, “I’m honestly really really happy for him. I think they really suit each other and she clearly makes him happy so what’s not to like.”
Y/B/F smiles at that, actually fully believing you now so she says, “Yeah, he does talk about her like he talked about you. Was the same on tour as well.”
“And it’s super fucking adorable.” You smile, really happy your best friend is with someone who makes him as happy as he deserves to be.
Y/B/F nods, agreeing with you but then you see her try and hold a smirk after a few seconds and you know she’s just thought something that she shouldn’t say out loud. But it makes you want to know, so you ask, “What?”
“Can I be nasty for one second?” She whispers.
You shake your head, “No, don’t be mean about her.”
“I'm sorry but how can you moan the name Pauline and it be sexy? Especially with a Yorkshire accent.” She tries not to giggle the whole time she speaks.
“Stop it.” You try not to laugh at her so you scorn her instead, “You’re so nasty.”
“I'm just wondering!” She whisper-shouts as she laughs, “Your name rolls off the tongue and I like the way you moaned mine, but I can't imagine saying that… It’s like moaning the name Alan. It's not sexy.”
“He probably calls her a nickname or something.” You defend her entirely, and you hit her arm when she starts quietly laughing which in turn makes you giggle too, “Stop being nasty, she’s really lovely.”
“I know she is-” Y/B/F says but she cuts herself off when the both of you hear a loud moan through the wall but then it’s muted half way through which has you snorting with laughter, quietly though.
Y/B/F shocks you by saying, “That's his thumb going into her mouth to keep her quiet.”
You slap her arm a few times then as you hold in your laughter silently. You can’t believe she’s just connected the dots from what you told her about that night with Alex to what she’s just heard now.
Regardless though, the both of you are silently laughing, almost crying, on this bed listening to Alex getting a shag.
You slap her once more as you whisper, “I didn’t tell you that so you could try to use echolocation to watch them shag.”
She raises her hands in innocence before making you laugh again when she says, “I’m just trying to gauge how kinky he can be at seven in the morning.”
“Stop it.” You warn her, but your attention moves your other best friend again.
Another creak of the bed and a moan of his name can be heard through the wall and you feel mortified for her. Not that you’d be bringing it up but you know what it’s like to be the one heard through the wall, it’s the worst knowing you’ve been caught.
“I don't think she wants him to stop.” Y/B/F makes herself laugh again.
Subsequently, you start laughing too and both of you lie there giggling. The both of you chat amongst yourselves for a few minutes, only laughing when you hear a faint moan or something through the wall. But you tune the headboard thudding out as you talk about what you vaguely recall the plan for today that was mentioned last night.
You got as far as remembering that Alex said he wanted to take you to a spot he found. And you remember Pauline said she was going to show you around the niche parts of the city that tourists don’t know about and that her friend was going to join you all before they were going to the airport this evening as they were going to Italy on holiday.
But before you can continue discussing your day, at the same time you and Y/B/F notice that everything falls silent. The thudding from the other room has stopped. And both of you can’t help but silently laugh at each other.
“Damn that boy draws it out,” Y/B/F chuckles, “That was a solid ten minutes and they were going before we woke up.”
“Well at least he can make a girl finish.” You stick up for your best friend in the other room, “That’s more than half of the men out there can do.”
“We don’t know she finished…” Y/B/F grins as she teases, “They could have just stopped because he made her cry.”
“Fuck you!” You half laugh as you throw your pillow at her with the trace of a smile on your lips.
~*~*~*~
“Morning.” Alex calls as you and Y/B/F walk down the stairs an hour later to find Alex cooking scrambled eggs on the hob.
“Morning Shakespeare.” You grin, walking over to him wondering if you could help with anything.
Y/B/F smiles, “Morning Al, where’s Pauline and Matt?”
“Matt’s on the settee still. And Pauline’s in the shower.” Alex informs you and then asks before Y/B/F heads out the room to see Matt, “How’d you both sleep?”
“Yeah, alright thank you.” She smirks at him before looking at you to take over before she disappears into the other room.
“You had a nice wake up alarm, didn’t you big boy?” You grin up at your best friend as he cooks and you see the realisation dawn on him.
Alex blushes then and smiles looking back to the eggs in the pan. He tells you, “Don’t embarrass her.”
“We would never.” You promise, as you reach over him to steal a piece of toast that’s just popped up out of the toaster so you can butter it, “Just funny.”
Y/B/F comes back into the room, clearly having heard what you were talking about, and says, “I just wondered if you moaned in French or not, Al.”
You snort as you finish buttering your toast and your best friend giggles at her own joke. But Alex is clearly the tiniest bit embarrassed and has had enough of you for the moment.
“Piss off both of you,” Alex shakes his head, nudging you to head to the table as he says, “Breakfast will be ready in five minutes.”
~*~*~*~
Today has been really lovely. Breakfast was so lovely this morning and being in Paris and walking round the unknown bits of the city surrounded by your friends for the rest of the day has been insane.
Pauline and her best friend Sophie had been giving you the grand tour of all the quirky shops that they love and you must admit this has been the best day of your holiday so far. From all the vintage shops you’d been in filled with an abundance of clothes and random decor, you fully love everything about the small back alley stores. You got the nicest lunch from the bakery and when you went to the markets just afterwards, you and Y/B/F got the most gorgeous leather bracelets engraved with, ‘amour de ma vie’ which translates to love of my life.
Alex takes you to the place which is the entire highlight of your day though. He takes you to the most stunning street you’ve probably ever seen in your life.
Either side of the quiet road is lined with cherry blossom trees that are in full bloom and the mere sight of it as you turned the corner onto the street had your eyes tearing up. Your heart fills with pure joy as you had a short walk up and down the road but of course you made Alex take a picture of you in the middle of the road when there was no oncoming traffic.
Y/B/F, Matt, Pauline, and Sophie watched on, none of them understanding why you were so happy other than Y/B/F. But you’re beaming as you get Alex to take a picture of you in your cute pink sundress under the stunning pink trees. And when you make Y/B/F take a picture of you and Alex under the trees she obviously gets jealous so after taking one she makes Matt get one of the three of you under the trees.
Today you’ve actually not had a single care in the world. You’ve felt amazing about yourself and who you’re around and you truthfully don’t want the day to end. Pauline and Sophie have been really lovely with you all and you’re quite sad that you won't see them for the rest of your trip because they’re going on holiday later.
You’re a little jealous they are off to Italy but you’re absolutely loving your time here so it won’t be too hard to not want to leave and go travelling somewhere else. Everything’s just so peaceful but also vibrant and full of life.
You’re currently in a stunning section of the city, sitting outside at a table at a restaurant as the weather is amazing, having such a lovely evening with your friends. You’ve just eaten an early dinner and you’re so full you could fall asleep at any given moment.
It’s reached that time in the day where you’re all having separate conversations or you’re not really feeling the need to talk. That was what you and Y/B/F had just been like as she’d brought a book with her on the trip and she was already half way through it because she’s abnormally fast at reading.
Matt and Alex were chatting about everything and nothing and Pauline and Sophie were the same, but every so often they were chipping into Matt and Alex’s conversation. As were you and Y/B/F but then both of you got distracted talking about what you wanted to do with the rest of your trip whilst you’re all together.
But all of a sudden you tune into another conversation that makes you stop listening to Y/B/F entirely as she’s still talking to you.
“Mon dieu, tu aurais dû la voir en tournée ! Elle ne les a jamais laissés seuls une seconde.” Pauline says, which you know roughly translates to, oh my god, you should have seen her on tour! She never left them alone for a second.
Curiosity definitely killed the cat because you carry on listening and you hear Sophie ask her, “Pourquoi? Que faisait-elle?” Why? What did she do?
‘Bien, c'est leur tour manager, donc elle est autour d'eux à toute heure de la journée et je suis presque sûr que c'est parce qu'elle a un faible pour Matt.” Well, she’s their tour manager, so she’s around them all hours of the day and I’m almost sure it's because she has a thing for Matt, Pauline tells her and you almost scoff in disgust when she continues to tell her, “Je suis sûr qu'elle a encouragé Matt à tromper sa femme juste pour qu'elle brancher avec lui.” I’m certain she encouraged Matt to cheat on his wife just so she could get with him.
She’s got to be fucking joking… Surely? But with a quick glance through your sunglasses you can see that they seem to be having a very serious conversation. There’s no hint of joking at all.
“Wow. C'est fou.” That's insane. Sophie looks bewildered, so she asks, “Pourquoi l'emploieraient-ils?” Why would they employ her?
“Ils emploient l'autre aussi.” They employ the other one too. Pauline responds, sounding disgusted after she shrugged her shoulders.
“Vraiment?” Really?
“Ouais… On pourrait penser que si les gars les payaient, ils pourraient s'offrir de meilleurs vêtements.” Yeah… You’d think if the boys were paying them, they could afford better clothes. Pauline has the audacity to laugh and then nod over at you and Y/B/F and continues to say, “Voir. Dans le faux haut Gucci et je sais pas où elle a acheté la robe, mais putain ça a l'air bon marché.” Look at them. In the fake Gucci top and I don’t know where she bought the dress, but fucking hell, it looks cheap.
You’re upset but at the moment it masks itself as anger and confusion. You just don’t understand where any of this is coming from.
You’ve been staying with them for days and you’d told her time and time again that you think that she and Alex look really good together. She makes him happy so there’s nothing more that you want for him, and you really wanted to get on with her.
Honestly, you thought that you’d made a new friend whilst you’ve been here. The past few days she’d been lovely to you. But all of that is slowly washing away as you understand everything the gossiping pair say to each other.
And you’re royally pissed off about the shit that’s being said about Y/B/F. She’s fucking amazing at her job for a start and that shouldn’t be being questioned by her friendship with Matt that’s always been strictly platonic.
And Y/B/F was fucking mortified when everything came out about Matt cheating on Breana. You can’t believe someone would think the worst of her and spread nasty lies about how she’s trying to fuck her best friend when she was so angry and against Matt for the longest time.
Y/B/F must clock on that you’re staring into space because she leans closer and breaks your thoughts as she whispers, “What’s wrong?”
You don’t even try to form a lie, you just turn to her a little more and let you hair fall across your face so they can’t see or hear you whisper back, “They’re saying shit about us. Nasty shit. About you earlier but now about me.”
Immediately defensive, “If they wanna start I’ll fucki-”
“No, just let me listen.” You interrupt before she can essentially ‘blow your cover’. Clearly in this case being bilingual is a benefit and you’d rather hear just what they think of you before announcing you can speak their language fluently.
You nod to the book in her hand and say, “Pretend to read or something and I’ll text you what they are saying.”
And both of you do that. You settle in your seats, Y/B/F leaning back pretending to read her book with her phone stuffed between the open pages with the message app ready and waiting to be informed about what's been said.
And after quickly summarising what shit has already come out of their mouths, you tune back into their conversation.
“Ouais,” Yeah, Pauline nods, “il l'a baisée en janvier.” He fucked her in January.
Ah, so they’ve clearly moved on to the subject of you and Alex now.
“No.” Sophie looks wide eyed in clear disbelief.
“Oui il l'a fait. Elle a baisé la moitié de ses amis.” Yes, he did… She’s fucked half her friends. Pauline tells Sophie, and she seems to know a lot about you considering you’ve never told her any of this. “Son amie lisant à côté d'elle, elle a pris son pied avec elle il y a quelques années. Bien sûr, elle était occasionnellement avec Alex. Et tu connais le gars de ce groupe, The 1975 ? Ouais, ils sont sortis ensemble aussi, et elle le dérange aussi bien qu'Alex.” Her friend reading beside her, she got with her a few years ago. Obviously been on and off with Alex. And you know the guy from that band, The 1975? Yeah, well he was with her too and she’s been messing him about as well as Alex.
“Quand tu racontes tout comme ça, elle a l'air d'une pute.” Sounds like a whore when you put it all out like that.Sophie shakes her head, sounding disgraced to even know you.
“Je sais.” I know. Pauline nods, “Vraiment, je sais pas ce que l'un d'eux voit en elle si je suis honnête.” I really don’t know what any of them see in her if I’m honest.
“Moi non plus. Regarde la.” Me neither. Look at her. Pauline must gesture towards you because you can feel their gaze burning your skin.
And you’re rapidly typing all of this out in multiple texts over to Y/B/F and from her replies you know she’s furious. But you know that is’s best not to say anything, at least night now anyway.
“Y/N/N?” Alex breaks your attention and you look towards him in a little bit of a fright, worried that you’ve been caught.
“Yeah?” You question, but settle yourself when you know that he definitely can’t have read what you’re typing.
“Are you alright?” He looks from you, and over to Y/B/F beside you and adds, “Both been quiet for a while.”
“Yeah fine, honestly.” You nod, lying through your teeth as you say, “I’m just replying to some emails whilst Y/B/F reads.”
“Ah fair enough,” Alex smiles, “You can take a day off though you know.”
“I know,” You smile, thankful for the small gesture in the middle of this that makes you not want to punch his girlfriend here and now. But you’re sure when you promise him, “I’ll turn on out-of-office emails tomorrow.”
Your best friend smiles at you then from the other side of the table before Matt pulls him back into the conversation they were just in. Leaving you to earwig again.
“As-tu vu ça?” Did you see that? Pauline rolls her eyes, “Comme une chienne en chaleur. Son cou a failli se casser en tournant.” Like a bitch on heat. Neck nearly snapped looking over to him.
“Elle l'a déjà baisé, que veut-elle d'autre?” She’s already fucked him, what more does she want? Sophie asks her best friend as if you’ve not been smiling at her and being kind all day.
But nothing can prepare you for the way your heart sinks to the very bottom of your chest when you hear the next statement fall from Pauline’s lips.
“Je sais pas si vous avez vu. Elle a des cicatrices sur la main et une grosse sur la cuisse.” I don’t know if you’ve seen that she got scars on her hand and a big one on her thigh.
“No.” Sophie shakes her head, but then she must clearly look over at you and see your scars because a second later its like she’s disgusted but enthralled in Pauline’s story when she asks, “Putain, comment c'est arrivé?” Fucking hell, how did that happen?
Pauline informs her best friend, “Quand elle était avec le gars de The 1975, il a eu un accident de voiture et elle a eu la pire des blessures.” When she was with the guy from The 1975, he crashed the car and she got the worst of it.
Your hands start to shake a little as you try to tell Y/B/F everything that’s being said when you hear Sophie say, “Ceux-ci font baisser sa valeur. Pas étonnant qu'elle soit célibataire et qu'Alex ne la veuille pas.” Well, those bring her price right down. No wonder she’s single and Alex didn’t want her.
But you want to sob when you hear Pauline start to laugh, “J'aurais aussi eu un accident de voiture si j'avais été avec elle.” I’d have crashed the car too, if I were with her.
“Probablement écrasé la voiture pour la faire taire, tout ce qu'elle fait c'est bavarder avec tout le monde. C'est un miracle qu'on ait un moment de paix.” Probably crashed the car to shut her up, all she does is chat everyone's ear off. It’s a miracle we’re getting a moment's peace. They giggle and your heart fucking breaks.
How anyone can joke about an almost fatal car crash that you - or anyone - has experienced is beyond you. How someone can act like they have been your friend for the past few days but then think and chat all this shit behind your back has you speechless. And frankly, you find it utterly disgusting.
You feel Y/B/F take your hand after you send her the text of what’s just been said and you do everything in your power to keep your emotions in check.
You see in your peripherals that Pauline flicks her hair as she smiles, “Regarde nous deux, ce n'est pas une surprise qu'il m'ait choisi.” Well look at the two of us, it's not a wonder he picked me.
"Qu'est-ce que diable Alex a vu en elle?" What the hell did Alex see in her? Sophie asks, completely bewildered.
You’re not sure, maybe that you’re not a two faced bitch like these motherfuckers seem to be? But you bite your tongue a little longer.
“J’sais pas.” I don’t know. Pauline says like she’s known you for years and loathes you.
Sophie chuckles a little when she says, “Soyons juste heureux qu'il ait fait tester ses yeux.” Let’s just be glad he got his eyes tested.
"Ouais, il l'a probablement fait, et a vu ses cicatrices et s'est dit, mon Dieu, quelle erreur j'ai commise." Yeah, he probably did and got one look at her scars and thought, Christ what a mistake I’ve made. Pauline laughs and when Sophie joins in, you have to take a moment for yourself.
You get the text sent off to Y/B/F who you can feel is fuming beside you just as Alex interrupts the french girls conversation. You’re shaking as you put your head down, letting your hair cover your face for a moment as you say, “Are you okay with heading back towards the house in like twenty minutes?”
You tune out the prepping for the airport talk and as you look down you can’t help but pull your dress down in hopes it’ll cover your knees. Your dress only makes it down to your mid-thigh though and when it rides up again immediately, you hate that you can see the last few inches of your scar showing.
And even seeing the ones on your hand as you try to adjust your dress triggers you. So you just feel the awful sinking feeling reside in your chest and you need to distract yourself.
You need to get up and stop focusing on them before you spiral. And you’re thankful you know exactly how you can do that.
“I’m just going to go to the loo.” You briefly tell Matt as you get up from your seat.
Y/B/F tells you immediately, “I’ll come with you.” but you’ve already scrambled up and headed inside. Instead of heading to the toilet though, you walk towards the bar and ask the lady who looks around 25 for assistance.
You walk up to the bar in front of her and say, “Excusez-moi?” Excuse me?
“Oui?” Yes?
You ask her, “Où est le magasin de vêtements le plus proche? ” Where’s the nearest clothes shop?
“Il y a un petit magasin vintage au coin de la rue ou il y a un magasin à environ trois minutes sur la route.” There’s a small vintage shop around the corner or there’s a store about three minutes down the road. She informs you, and you’ve never been so thankful to someone you’ve spoken to for less than a minute.
You’ve never wanted to be out of a dress more than you do right now. You feel disgusting, and your skin feels like it's crawling as you’re paranoid that everyone's eyes are on you.
You know it's irrational. But you’ve not spiralled this much since 2014 and you just need to be in clothes you feel comfortable and covered in and hopefully that will make this feeling go away.
“Merci beaucoup.” Thank you very much. You smile before you turn to go out of the door again,
“Y/N, are you alright?” Rushes over to you as you’re about to head out of the side entrance.
“Not really but I’ll be okay.” You assure her, really just needing to be on your own for a few minutes. “Please just give me ten minutes. I just want to go for a walk, I promise I’ll be back in ten.”
There’s sympathy in her eyes and you know she doesn’t want to let you go on your own, but she respects what you asked and nods, “Okay, but be careful.”
“Ten minutes, I promise.” You swear before pushing the door open to the other entrance and heading in the direction the bartender pointed out.
You’ve never gone shopping in such haste. The first pair of trousers you saw in your size were a pair of army green cargo pants and you found a dark grey, long sleeveed, distressed, baggy top that you quickly purchased and changed into.
There were a few tears as you were getting changed but you forced yourself to not look in the mirror and sit down for a few minutes to get ahold of your emotions. You know you shouldn’t let what they think about you get to you, but you can’t really help the sinking feeling in your chest.
It lingers as you manage to stop the tears from falling anymore and get ahold of yourself enough. But even as you silently tell yourself in the mirror, ‘You are enough’, ‘You are loved’, ‘You are beautiful’, the words taste bitter on your tongue.
You just put your sunglasses back on and get your acting head in order as you walk back. You’re not going to make a big deal out of this now, you don’t know if you really have it in you today to do.
Besides, you’d be interested in hearing if anything else is said about you before you make it known you can understand exactly what they’re saying.
“Oh, new outfit?” Matt smiles, looking you up and down as you walk back to the table and you smile and nod as you walk around him.
“When did you get that?” Alex asks, looking at you with genuine interest as you take your seat beside Y/B/F again.
“Just now,” You smile, “I saw a vintage shop on the way here and wanted to go in before we left.”
Alex looks a little upset that you went on your own as he says, “We could have all gone on the way back, you didn’t have to go by yourself.”
“It’s fine, fancied a walk.” You assure him.
Your best friend is sincere when he says. “Looks good, Angel.” after looking at your outfit.
“Thanks Al.” You give him a short smile, but you turn to Y/B/F and you start having a silent conversation where you know she’s asking you if you’re okay.
“You all ready to go now Y/N’s back?” Your best friend looks to his girlfriend and then around to you all and after everyone nods, you go back to your conversation with Y/B/F as you all gather your things.
When you start to walk back, you and your best friend link arms and walk ahead of Alex, Matt, and the two-faced twig bitches. She’s making sure you’re alright which you assure her you are, but you’re just in the mood to go back to the house and go to sleep at this point.
You’re just trying to take your mind off it, and you do that by walking around admiring the view and you and Y/B/F share an airpod each listening to Pale Waves’ album My Mind Makes Noises. It’s not turned up too loud, but it’s just enough to keep your attention off the heavy feeling that resides in your chest.
The people watching and the view of the stunning cities leaves you to get lost in your imagination for a little while. It’s a pleasant walk back towards the rented houses and quite peaceful with only you and Y/B/F chatting every so often and the dull chatter of the other behind the both of you. But of course, the peace is disrupted.
“Damn Cupcake, your arse looks good in those pants.” Matt calls from behind you which makes you laugh.
You carry on walking and just glance back at him and the others behind you, “You’re never not looking are you? Staring at my arse this whole time.”
Matt smirks at you, “Absolutely.”
Next to him Alex chuckles at his best friend as his arm is linked with the bitch of a girlfriend he has, but you ignore both Pauline and Sophie.
Y/B/F stop walking though so she can get a look of your arse and her eyes go wide, “Christ, he’s right though your arse looks great.”
You snort at her then, shaking your head but she’s making you smile so it’s definitely worth the tiny scolding. You stop and flirt back with her, “Says you? Those jeans are so hot.”
“Don’t stop walking.” Matt interrupts and ushers you forward as you all stop for a moment, “I need to commit this to memory.” He says as he shamelessly looks between your arses.
“Just take a picture Matt.” You laugh before you start walking again pulling YB/F with you.
Your best friend has no shame though. She slaps your arse right in front of them all, leaving it stinging and Alex and Matt laughing and you gasping slightly before she takes your arm and makes you link her as you walk.
“Don’t pretend you don’t like it.” She says, loud enough for everyone to hear.
You just smirk and cock your head to the side, shrugging slightly because given the right context you really do. And you think absolutely nothing more of it as you carry on walking, but you can never have a joke about that apparently.
“Voir? Salope.” See? Slut. Is the next thing you hear fall from Pauline’s mouth then, followed by the two girls laughing.
Your smile falls from your face, and Y/B/F can tell it’s something bad straight away. “What?”
You shake your head but Y/B/F persists, “Tell me now.”
“She’s just called me a slut.” You sigh.
“Oh that’s it.” Y/B/F goes to turn around but you hold her even tighter.
You shake your head, “No, I’d rather hear what else might be said before they fuck off to Italy.”
And with that you move on from the conversation and the peace is kept until you’re saying goodbye. Y/B/F and yourself just stuck to each other for the rest of the evening, and the only other time you really interact with Pauline and Sophie is just before Alex takes them to the airport.
You’ve just said a half hearted goodbye to Sophie and you’re left to wait for your what’s found to be a fake one with Pauline. But first you watch her hug Y/B/F.
“Nice to see you again Y/B/F.” She says as she hugs her, before pulling back and saying, “I’ll see you soon.”
Y/B/F bites her tongue and says as nice as she possibly can, “See you soon.”
“Y/N, so lovely to finally meet you after being told so much about you.” She grins as she traps you in a hug that’s clearly forced and her words are fake but sound so sincere. You almost laugh when she says, “You’re just as amazing as your best friend makes you out to be.”
“Well, he’s a gooden.” You smile, once again stopping yourself from wanting to have a fight that you know you could easily win.
“He is.” Pauline smiles as she lets go of you. And she thinks she’s fly because when she takes one step away from you, she whispers under her breath, “Dommage que tu sois une pute.” Shame you’re a whore.
Quietly scoffing, you move back over to Y/B/F and you, her, and Matt follow the other 3 outside to Alex’s rented car that he’s driving the girls to the airport in. Your blood is bubbling with rage at this point, and you know you’ll forever regret not saying something.
So when it’s your turn to say goodbye to them after the three get in the car (Alex driving, Pauline in the passenger seat, and Sophie behind her), you lean down to Alex's window to say your final ‘goodbyes’.
“Alex, drive safe.” You smile at him, and you know you’ll remember the following moment for the rest of your life. You maintain your smile as you look over to Pauline and Sophie and say, “J'espère qu'il n'écrasera pas la voiture parce que quelqu'un est trop bavard. Peu importe la force de la tentation.” Hope he doesn’t crash the car because anyones being too chatty. No matter how strong the temptation may be.
And that is the moment you see the girls' faces fall completely. And it’s even more satisfying when you hear Y/B/F let out a short laugh from behind you, probably at the sight of their now gawking faces as you continue.
"Et puis-je dire que le haut de Y / B / F n'est pas un faux Gucci. Elle est aussi pratiquement fiancée et elle méprisait Matt pour ce qu'il a fait à Breana, alors ne répandez pas de mensonges désagréables qu'elle essaie d'obtenir avec lui.” And can I say Y/B/F’s top isn’t fake Gucci. She’s also practically engaged and she fucking despised Matt for what he did to Breana, so don’t spread distasteful lies that she’s trying to get with him. You defend your best friend entirely, but you make sure the sickeningly sweet smile is still on your face so Alex takes no notice of you as he carries on his short conversation with Matt as you talk to the girls,
In a cheery voice, you contradict your tone with your words, "Vous savez le strict minimum de ce qui s'est passé dans chacune de nos vies, alors ne parlez pas de nous comme si vous étiez là depuis plus de deux mois." You know the bare minimum of what's happened in any of our lives, so don’t go around talking about us like you’ve been around for more than two months.
You’re never felt such joy seeing such mortified expressions on two people's faces. But nothing could stop you as you continue on to mention the things that they said about you.
There’s a hint of sympathy in your voice as you smile and lean in a little more to say, "C'est vraiment triste et désespéré de ta part d'utiliser ma vie sexuelle, et l'accident qui m'a presque coûté la vie, comme un moyen de dire de la merde sur moi. C'est franchement dégueulasse. Grandis putain de merde.” It’s really sad and desperate of you to use my sex life, and the accident that almost cost me my life, as a means to talk shit about me. It’s frankly disgusting. Grow the fuck up.
And finally, your smile is making your cheeks ache and your voice is full of amusement as you say, "Et puis-je suggérer que la prochaine fois, vous devriez savoir si quelqu'un parle couramment votre langue avant de décider de commencer à s'en prendre à tout le monde." And can I suggest, next time you should find out if anyone can speak your language fluently before you decide to start slagging everyone off.
You’ve never been so happy to see two girls look almost scared for their lives and turn white as sheets. And you feel no remorse at all, they deserve it for how they’ve made you feel today, and for chatting shit about your friends.
“Are you okay?” Alex draws your attention back to him as you push yourself away from the car a little bit.
Your rant is finished now, no need to look at them any longer than necessary.
“I’m perfectly fine.” You smile at your best friend, “Have a safe drive.”
“Oh and I hope you enjoy Italy.” You duck back down to smile at the girls in the car again. This time you give them a wave as you tell them to fuck off in italian in a sing song drawn out voice, “Vaffanculo.”
And with that, you turn back to Y/B/F with a wicked smile on your lips and you grab her hand and pull her back into the stunning French house. At least you can end this short holiday entirely bitch free now with your true friends by your side.
~*~*~*~ May 16th 2019 ~*~*~*~
“For fuck sake Ross, why didn’t you blow his brains out?!” You yell down your headset.
Playing Call of Duty absolutely never got old with Ross. You found him the easiest to play on the PS4 with by a mile as the other 1975 boys were either shit, or got too annoying when something didn’t go their way, or was just a shite shot.
And when you and Ross play, you just have the necessary catch ups that you always love and need with him. And you know that anything said between you on these calls stays between you and him.
“Sorry, I was just shocked by the fact you said you’ve just declined George’s request to join the party.” Ross apologises but his response makes you laugh.
It’s true, George’s PS4 username just popped up saying he was active and because you’re connected to each other on the console, he requested to join your’s and Ross’ call. But you denied the request and went back to your game.
You chuckle a little as you tell Ross sincerely, “That’s because this is our time and we never get to do anything just us two anymore. I miss you Ross. I need my McDonald time.”
“I miss you too Y/N.” You can practically hear his grin.
As both of you wait for the next game to start, you sit and reminisce for a while. Ross asks, “Do you remember back up North when you were over our way, and there was that afternoon that everyone was busy so it was just us two and I showed you how to play Mortal Kombat so you would stop feeling left out?”
“Course I do. Sparked my love for nights like these.” You grin at the memory.
You and Ross got so involved you were playing for hours. So long that everyone had come back around to the Hann Household to find you and Ross playing away, and neither of you really took any notice of the others coming back. You were always bullying each other for the other’s good attack or swearing at each other when you won or lost.
Even though Matt was the one with the Mortal Kombat tattoo, Ross was the one you thought of when you heard that iconic ‘Finish him’ line as you were playing the game.
“You know another memory I really loved from back up there?” You smile as you think back to another memory of you and Ross, “That day you took me to the Macclesfield Town game.”
“That was such a good day.” Your adorable friend says with a grin.
“It really was. Probably one of the best football matches I've ever been to.” You're smiling like a fool at the memory, “I’m so glad your brother let you down last minute.”
“I’m so glad you could drive and even wanted to come.” He sounds so grateful even still when he says that.
“Course I did. I’ll never pass up a ticket to a football match.” You wish you could see the blush that’d bound to come to his cheeks when you add, “And pretending to be your girlfriend wasn’t a hardship.”
“Oh my god yeah, forgot about that.” Ross chuckles, “The dickheads in front of us were being sly, weren't they?”
“Yeah and they were making jokes and saying that you could never manage to pull a girl and that I must have been your sister or something,” You scoff thinking back to the day when the lads were all jealous of Ross. But you smirk when you say, “But when I kissed you, they shut up pretty fucking quickly, didn’t they?”
“They did.” Ross laughs, “God, that was so funny.”
“It was.” You wish you could squish his cheeks when you say, “You blushed so hard.”
“That was like my first proper kiss Y/N,” Ross scolds you a little, “What did you expect?”
Your jaw falls open hearing that, “No way was I your first proper kiss?”
Your heart fills with even more love for your McDonald. You can’t believe you didn’t know this. It happened like a week before you first started shagging Matty so he would have been 18.
“You were.” Ross tells you, “No one paid attention to me Y/N. Why do you think I wanted to move out of Cheshire and into the City?”
You can’t help but chuckle a little at that, “Oh my god, has ‘The City’ been about you all along?”
Ross just starts laughing, and after it died down a little, you ask, “How are my boys?”
“George is alright, been going to the gym a little more before we go on tour and between rehearsals.” Ross informs you and you have to stop yourself from drooling at the thought.
Maybe you should go to the gym with him a few times before they go away on tour. Yes, you make a mental note to get that in your calendar sooner rather than later.
Ross continues to tell you, “Adam’s alright, but you know what he’s like before a tour. He always gets dead stressed out about the set and the stage production even though we’ve already done a leg of the tour and everythings going to be fine.”
“God yeah,” You laugh, knowing exactly what a stress head your cousin can be. “He needs to chill out.”
Ross hums in agreement before moving on, “And Matty is-”
“Don’t waste your breath Ross,” You interrupt, “I'm not that fussed about how Matty is.”
You’re still got pent up anger about the Brits night, and it comes back whenever he’s mentioned it just comes back to the surface. You’ve still not spoken to him and you don’t plan on doing so either.
“Right Y/N/N,” Ross sighs, “Are we going to talk about this?”
You shake your head like he can see you, “There’s nothing to talk about.”
“Yes there is.” He says in a stern tone, “We’ve been ignoring the elephant in the room for months.”
“You’ve not spoken to one of your best friends in over three months.” Ross points out and you’re a little surprised at how long it’s been. Certainly didn’t feel that long.
You tell him, “And you know exactly why that is Ross.”
Ross already wants to pull his hair out though, “God, you’re both too stubborn for your own good.”
“What's your opinion on the matter then?” You ask him, wanting to know his point of view before you explain your own.
“I think that you’re both idiots.” Ross gets the bold statement out of the way first, “I think you were both right and you were both wrong. Yes, Matty went about it in the wrong way but I understand why he did it.”
You’re about to cut in then, but he surprises you when he says, “I wanted to do the same… Not in the calling you my girlfriend respect because thats fucking weird, but he wanted to thank you and defend you in his weird way.”
And you start to argue then but before you can get a full word out, Ross once again cuts in, “Before you start Y/N, I know him calling you his girlfriend was the way he dug his own grave. I'm not defending him, he could have just said thanks to you and said nothing more. I agree that's where you’re in the right.”
That at least makes you feel a little better about where this is going. But Ross’ next question takes you aback a little.
“But if you knew that Gabby was just going to run back to Australia before she actually did it, you would have gone and warned Matty whether he believed you or not, wouldn't you?”
Little thought goes into your answer, because of course you would have. “Yeah,” You nod, “If I knew he was going to get hurt, I'd have wanted to protect him from that.”
“You would have wanted to scream it from the rooftops to warn him before he got hurt by her, right?”
“Of course I would.” You nod.
“That’s just what he did. He just did it on TV.” Ross spells it out for you, “And I know it's so very far from the smartest idea he’s ever had, and he clearly didn’t know if you were sticking to the ‘it was just one night’ thing… It’s far from right, but that is why he did it. In his own weird way, he wanted to protect you from Alex possibly hurting you again.”
“Yes,” Ross continues, “It’s not his place but I’ve seen him when he’s been jealous over you, Y/N… He really wasn't this time. And I love you to the moon and back but you were drunk Y/N and you pushed it too far which made him go too far.”
Well shit, if Ross of all people is saying this, it definitely means something. Maybe you should have listened to Y/N that night.
“It doesn’t excuse the shit he said about Arctic Monkeys.” You say, not wanting to comment on what was just said but getting at least the last anger out of your system by saying that outloud.
“I know it doesn't. And believe me, we’ve spoken to him about that… But I know the Monkeys’ comment isn't what has upset you... It’s the fact that you slept with Alex two weeks before Matty called you his girlfriend on TV and I know that must have dragged back up insecure feelings.”
Damn, how is this man hitting the bullseye every damn time.
You’re silent until he checks, “Am I wrong?”
“No.” You sigh, and you don’t hesitate to be honest and say, “I’m hurt by it still, Ross.”
“I know, and I know that must be because of what you think people say or think about you… And believe me, Matty understands that now.”
You shake your head a little as you quietly say, “He can understand it but it's not like he’s called to apologise.”
“Because you’re both too proud.” Ross states the obvious. “And he really didn’t like the way you were speaking to him. Especially calling him jealous, and I'll repeat, he definitely wasn't and you know I wouldn’t lie to you.”
You’re right he never once has and you don’t think he ever will. Shit, you really need to have a think about all of this.
“You’d have protected him from Gabby if you could, right? Because that’s what you do for your best friends?” Ross asks again to reaffirm his point.
You nod, like he can see you, quietly saying, “Yeah, I would have.”
“That’s all he was trying to do for you because he thought that Alex was going to hurt you again.” Ross gets his message through loud and clear, “He just went about it in the wrong way.”
He adds on, “The whole situation was just a shitstorm but I'd reconsider cutting him out of your life if I was you. Because you’re not quite the same without each other to annoy every now and again.”
That makes you smile a little. You do miss Matty. But this silent treatment between you was meant to make a point. But if you’re both making different points, it might not be doing anything beneficial.
But that's for you to think about another time. Not when you’re having your games night with your friend.
You give nothing away as you say, “I’m not promising anything, Ross.”
“And I can’t force you to. I’m just here if you want to talk about anything.”
“Thank you.” You smile, really grateful to him for that offer.
You know he’s probably smiling in the moment of silence between you as the next game starts to load. But he remembers to tell you, “Oh by the way. George has put you down on the guestlist for Reading and Leeds.”
Oh fuck, you almost forgot they were headlining. And that was only a few months away at this point. You can’t believe how fast time has gone.
“I don't know Ross…” You trail off, not really knowing if its the best idea to go if Matty doesn't want to speak to you.
You’re angry at him, but wanting to taint his dream day by you being there with him is not what you want.
“Y/N, it’s Leeds Fest… You can't miss this.” Ross states seriously.
You almost stumble over your words as you say, “With how things are with me and Matty, I can’t imagine-”
“Who gives a fuck?” Ross is serious now as he says, “I don't care if you come and you stand in the crowd Y/N, but you have to come.”
“I-”
“Don't argue with me on this one please.” He pleads and you can feel just how much he means what he says.
“Ross with things being the way they are, I can’t listen to Matty sing at the minute.” You’re entirely honest with him, “A song comes on and I just get so angry about it I can't deal with it.”
You feel bad when you say, “I’ll ruin your day.”
“You can wear earplugs. Please Y/N, we want you there.” Ross adds, almost begging at his point, “I want you there.”
You don’t want to give him an answer, so you just dismiss the conversation by sighing, “We’ll see.”
“Yeah, we’ll see you at Leeds.” Ross changes your words to what they should be to try and manifest it happening.
You hold back your, ‘Don't hold your breath.’
~*~*~*~ 25th June 2019 ~*~*~*~
It’s your 33rd birthday today.
You’ve had a lovely day. You’ve come back up North for the occasion as Y/B/F and Charlie said you could happily stay with them again in your old flat.
This morning you were greeted by a visit from your Aunt, Uncle, and your Mum. It was a little emotional but it was okay. Your Aunt had found another picture of you and your Dad which you had been showing everyone for the rest of the day.
You sent it to your group chat which had The 1975 boys in it (because you couldn’t show them in person as they had all flown to America for their US tour) and all of them, even Matty, had reacted to it with a love heart and they sent you a happy birthday message each. Despite sending one to Matty when it was his birthday, you didn’t expect to receive anything from him today.
But you got the text through about 5 minutes after you sent the picture to them:
Picture is lovely Sweetheart, Happy Birthday xx
Whilst that was a nice addition to your day, you just said thank you and nothing more had been said between the two of you. You’d been mulling over what Ross had talked to you about but you’d yet to do anything.
Today though, you were so beyond excited to show Alex this picture. You’d been restraining yourself all day from sending it over to him knowing you’d be seeing him tonight at your birthday meal.
You’d invited the Monkeys out along with Y/B/F and Charlie. Despite loving Katie and Kelly to pieces, you thought it would be best for wifes and girlfriends to stay at home purely because you didn’t want to make Breana awkward if she was to come. You know her and Matt are doing a good job at co-parenting but you don’t want to push them too much.
But last week, you got a message from Alex asking if he could bring Pauline to your meal. And because you and Y/B/F had never told Alex about what happened in France, hoping he’d realise she's a cow on his own, he is still with her and you accepted his request for her to join you.
You didn’t plan on sitting near her or talking to her apart from greeting her and saying goodbye. But you’d just bite your tongue like you did in Paris and if she said shit today you’d fully call her out on it. You don’t think she’d be that stupid as to do anything like that again though.
But turns out, you didn’t even need to be worried about it. Because you invited the lads out to meet for the meal at 7 and within the space of 15 minutes, Jamie, Nick, Matt, and Miles all showed up.
But Alex is nowhere to be seen.
You all waited as long as you could, phoning and texting Alex from your seats in the restaurant, just to get nothing back. The longer it went on and the more times the waitresses and waiters came over to see if you were still waiting made your heart sink more and more.
It just reminded you of when he stood you up on your date. And that’s not something you ever hoped to relive.
So when the waitress comes over again, over an hour after you should have been sitting down to eat, asking, “Are you still waiting or can we take your orders?”
You say, “Yeah, we’re ready to order. The others aren’t coming clearly.”
Everyone has a glum or annoyed expression on their face as your orders are taken. And when the waitress leaves, everyone looks around to you and you can see the sympathy in their eyes because clearly you’re hurt that your best friend isn’t here to celebrate with you.
“It’s okay,” You shake your head, trying to see the light at the end of the tunnel. “He’s probably just forgotten we were out of the meal.”
“Has he even wished you happy birthday?” Jamie asks you and that is when your heart sinks.
“Um, no.” You realise, and your face falls entirely.
Your best friend hasn’t even wished you a happy birthday. Even Matty had sent you the obligatory birthday text and you weren’t even on speaking terms with him.
And that's when you realise that your best friend hasn’t kept his promise to you this year of always being with you on your birthday to make sure you’re okay. It sours your mood a little, not really understanding why today of all days he’d ghost you, and everyone else trying to get in contact with him.
“He’s a fucking prick,” Matt doesn’t hold back his anger any longer after hearing you say that. “I spoke to him two days ago about coming here today. He knows it's your birthday, he should be here.”
You go to brush it off, “It’s fine.”
“No it’s not, it’s far from fine.” Matt shakes his head, and you can see just how fuming he is. The other lads, even Miles, start nodding as they agree with him entirely.
He looks like he’s in a debate with himself for a few seconds before deciding to just air what he’s thinking out loud. Matt takes you by surprise when he looks you dead in the eye as he says, “I’ve been meaning to talk to you about something Y/N/N. Didn’t really want to do it today but considering more shit has happened because of it today, I feel like we should just ask you.”
“Ask me what?” You question curiously.
Matt states bluntly, “If you would maybe have a private conversation with Alex about his bitch of a girlfriend?”
Y/B/F can’t stop the shocked laugh that leaves her throat hearing Matt say that. And to be honest you’re surprised too. You’ve only been slagging her off to Y/B/F, and you only told Matt what happened in Paris on the flight home.
You’re a little confused for a second as you don’t know how you’re meant to help any of this, “What do you mean? What can I even say?”
“We just think if you have a talk with him and tell him all the shit that she said about in Paris and the things that we've noticed about her, he won’t blow up at you.” Jamie takes over for a second, sincerely adding, “You have a knack of getting through to him and he actually listens… You’re his best friend after all.”
“Why?” Y/B/F asks your next question before you can get to it, “What have you noticed about her?”
“Well after you told me what was said in Paris, I started keeping an eye out. Because that's a massive red flag if I've ever heard one.” Matt informs you, “But since we came home, he’s been in the studio with her almost every day to make her first album and that shit is expensive. I don’t even think she was signed before Alex got with her.”
Jamie jumps in now to say, “She’s always with him too, like he’s never on his own anymore. She’s always got to be with him, it’s like they’re joined at the hip… And when you just want to bring your mates round and watch the football and you have someone scoffing every few seconds that she’s not getting his full attention it’s really fucking annoying.”
Clearly he’s irritated by it because he finishes with, “Like it’s 2019, you’re allowed to be independent from your boyfriend. Put him down.”
“Yeah because didn’t he message you last week to ask if she could come here today?” Y/B/F asks you and you silently nod.
“And they didn’t show… How classy.” Nick shakes his head, sarcasm thick in his voice. “I really dislike her. I think she’s fake and she’s with him for publicity. But after Matt told us what she said in Paris, I wouldn’t be surprised if it's her fault he’s not here.”
It’s Miles who chips in next and you’re assuming all of their anger is stemming from the fact they can probably see on your face that Alex not being here has upset you. Even if you’re trying not to let it show, it clearly has.
Miles takes everyones attention when he agrees with Nick saying, “Yeah wouldn’t be surprised. And it’s so fucking clear she’s with him for publicity. She puts him on her instagram story all the time, but makes it subtle but it’s easy to tell it’s Al when you know him.”
“Not to mention the shit her friends post about him. I’ve got the videos of what her friends were posting of me and him when we went to a few clubs with them over the space of a week.” Miles continues, “They were tagging me. But because Al doesn’t have instagram - or one that they know about - they were tagging arctic monkeys in the videos and using the alex turner hashtag.”
Miles looks annoyed as he says, “I don’t know why he can’t just be Alex when she’s with him. He’s always Alex Turner from Arctic Monkeys or The Last Shadow Puppets. She was introducing him to her friends like that, saying, “This is my boyfriend Alex. You’ll recognise him from Arctic Monkeys and this is his mate Miles who Alex is in The Last Shadow Puppets with’. Like just fuck off and give it a rest… I don’t know how Alex isn’t seeing it. He looked uncomfortable in the videos, I’ll send them to you, but I’ve never seen him look like such a show animal and then he doesn’t say anything because of it.”
Jesus fucking Christ. This is a lot.
A lot to process on your birthday. A lot to even think about somehow getting this all across to Alex at some point because the last thing you want to do is make him feel uncomfortable.
Seeing your internal struggle, Jamie assures you, “You don’t have to talk to him if you don’t want to, but we just thought that maybe you could get through to him because he would just blow up at us.”
You nod understanding that completely, but you say, “Well, it’s clearly got out of hand at this point. I don’t mind saying something gently to him if you’ll all back me up if he talks to you about it afterwards.”
Matt notices the look of worry on your face as everyone agrees that they will do. But Matt soon realises that this isn’t the time or the place anymore. This can be talked about another day.
“Let's just forget about this prick, yeah?” Matt smiles, and gives your hand a quick squeeze, “We’ll have a nice night without him.”
“Yeah.” You nod and you do just that.
You do end up having a lovely meal and everyone at the table found the picture of you and your Dad really lovely to see. They commented on how you looked just like him when you were younger which made you smile and it brought the happy gooey feeling of somehow being that little bit closer to your Dad.
It’s just soured when you’re all still drinking after your meal Y/B/F says, “Wow, what a fucking twat.” and shows you all what Pauline has put on her Instagram and her story.
On her Instagram, the first picture in the post that you’re greeted with is a picture you never thought you would see in your life. It's taken from above and it’s a picture of Alex’s hands playing the piano, but what makes every single one of you want to roll your eyes is that there are white knickers lying on top of the piano which are embroidered with Pauline’s last name, Verneuil.
The second picture in the post is of what is very clearly a table for two at a restaurant and you can just about see Alex’s brown leather jacket that you bought him for his birthday years ago now. It’s only Alex’s arm that’s in the picture, but you know for a fact it’s him and the caption just breaks your heart:
Had the best day x
Personally that feels like a ‘fuck you’. She’s posted that on her instagram on your birthday when both Alex and her were meant to be out with you. You’re absolutely seething.
But the icing on the cake is her Instagram story. You’re met with a picture of her and Alex’s bare legs tangled in bed, in Alex’s flat and you can see your smaller cherry blossom painting that you made him for Christmas in the background. The caption on that was, Best way to end the day 💖
“Wow, nice to know my birthday means fuck all when you can play the piano and get a shag out of it.” You scoff before you can stop yourself but no one defends Alex in the slightest because it’s clear to see he’s just blown you off for a day with his girlfriend and a shag.
All of them can’t believe that Alex has gone out for his own meal with his girlfriend, clearly as you have all been waiting for him, and he just
“He bought her that piano too.” Matt informs you, sounding absolutely done with his best friend. “At least five grand for a Wurlitzers but I’m sure he got it custom for her so it’ll have been more.”
“He’s known her since March. What the actual fuck? Y/B/F scoffs, “I’ve known him since I was five and I’d never dream of accepting something like that from him.”
“He’s fucking pussy whipped.” Miles shakes his head. “Somehow worse than he ever was for you Y/N.”
“Probably because I only shagged him on three separate occasions and she’s probably gone three rounds today.” You shake your head, “I just can’t believe he’s posed for her to take a picture of her underwear on a piano.”
“Fucking weird that she wants to take that picture in the first place.” Charlie says with concern clear on his face.
Y/B/F doesn’t seem to mind slagging Alex off at all when he boldly states, “She’s clearly trying to get across that she’s his and she’s shagging him and desperate is not a good look from her.”
“I just see Alex getting hurt, that’s the only reason why I even mentioned talking to him before. Because I know none of us want to see him get hurt.” Matt ends the subject with you all agreeing.
And when you think about everything that’s been mentioned about Alex and Pauline when you get back to the flat, you can’t help but be reminded of the conversation you and Ross had last month.
“But if you knew that Gabby was just going to run back to Australia before she actually did it, you would have gone and warned Matty whether he believed you or not, wouldn't you?”
Little thought goes into your answer, because of course you would have. “Yeah,” You nod, “If I knew he was going to get hurt, I'd have wanted to protect him from that.”
“You would have wanted to scream it from the rooftops to warn him before he got hurt by her, right?”
“Of course I would.” You nod.
And that’s what makes you realise that you’ll regret it if you don’t say anything to Alex. He doesn’t have to do anything with the information you tell him - as you’ve not taken his relationship advice over the years - but as long as he believes you and takes what you say on board so he can be cautious, you know you’ll have done the right thing.
So you promise yourself, when the opportunity arises you’ll talk to him. Because the last thing you want is for Alex to get hurt.
~*~*~*~ 19th July 2019 ~*~*~*~
It started off with a gentle, “Alex, I need to talk to you about something.”
And it has all gone to complete shit.
You’re in his flat in Sheffield, as you thought telling him in his own space might help a bit. But when you warned him that he wasn’t going to like what you had to say and that he would sit down, you could see the defensiveness build from the moment you started speaking.
You’ve mentioned everything that Matt, Miles, and the other boys had told you, but you said it as if you’ve noticed everything yourself. The last thing you want to do is make Alex feel like he’s being ganged up on and that you’ve all been talking shit behind his back even though you have.
You’re as gentle as you can be with everything and Alex sits and listens to everything not really giving you much to gauge his reaction. When you finish initially, he asks if you can tell him what was said when you were in France and you don’t keep anything from him, you explain it all the best that you can remember.
As soon as you told him what happened in Paris, he shook his head, “She wouldn’t say that.”
“Are you saying I’m lying?” You frown a little when you ask.
You understand he could be in denial for a little while, but to point blank refuse it shocks you a little.
“I’m saying you must have misheard her, or you got it translated wrong in your head because she wouldn’t say that.” Alex defends his girlfriend completely.
“Alex,” You’re still calm as you continue, “You saw me come back in a completely different outfit because I had an anxiety attack about my scars.”
But instead of accepting that, he just shuts you down again, “You didn’t look upset.”
“Because I went away to compose myself.” You can’t really believe what you’re hearing. He’s not even accepting that you were upset now, “Why would I lie about having an anxiety attack about what Pauline said about my scars?”
“Because why would she even say that?” Alex says wide eyed.
“I don't know,” You shrug, “She was saying a lot about me, Alex.”
Anger floods out now, as he goes even more defensive, but his tone is confrontational when he asks, “What’s that meant to mean? Are you having a go at me for telling her about you? If you’re annoyed about me telling her about the accident, I only did that so she wouldn’t ask you and make you feel uncomfortable.”
“No, that’s not what I was upset about.” You can feel all of the hurt fill your chest again as you have to try to explain, “I was upset about her and her friend calling me a slag, saying that my scars ‘bring the price of me down’, and them laughing saying that they would have crashed the car if I was in it with them just to shut me up.”
“I just don’t believe they’d say that Y/N.” Alex shakes his head, running his hand over his buzz cut hair. “It doesn’t make any sense…”
He’s quiet for a second when he asks genuinely with no anger in his voice, “Are you sure you didn’t translate it wrong?”
“Alex, I’ve been fluent for years.” You back yourself 100%. There’s a bit of sympathy in your voice as you say, “You know I’ve never gotten it wrong before.”
“You just seem like you’re never yourself around her Al. You always seem like you’re a circus animal for her to have on show.” Your voice is full of hesitance and concern for him.
But now you’re talking, and you seem to be getting through a little bit, you add, “And it worries me that she wasn’t a musician before you got with her. And now she’s suddenly got you making an album with her.”
You want to bring up the demo that Alex sent in the group chat the other week. The start of one of Pauline’s songs is identical to Mad Sounds, and it just worries you even more about their relationship. It just feels like she gains so much more from Alex than he receives back.
“Just say what you’re trying to say…” Alex says, and you try not to react to him saying, “Come on, spit it out.”
“She’s using you.” You state the point, like ripping off a plaster.
Your best friend just stands up and shakes his head, “I can’t actually believe you’re saying this bullshit.”
But what shocks you most is when he looks you dead in the eye and demands, “You can’t expect me to just pine for you for the rest of my life and then when I do move on - like you’ve been asking me to for five fucking years - you can’t be happy for me.”
“This has nothing to do with me, Alex.” You swear, getting defensive yourself now and you stand up to follow him to the kitchen, “I’m not saying this out of jealousy or spite I’m telling you the truth because you’re being blinded by her.”
There’s hurt in your voice as you try to say, “You didn’t even come out on my birthday because you were with her all day. I got a new picture of me and my Da-”
Alex cuts you off, “I told you that was an accident. I couldn’t find my phone the whole day so I didn’t know the date.”
That has to be the worst excuse you’ve ever fucking heard in your life. And it just
“Funny that because Pauline had her phone on her all day, and you didn’t think to phone me or Matt from it?” You scoff, “You went out for your own meal instead of coming to mine and I told you that you could bring her with you.”
“How was I meant to know when I didn’t know what day it was?”
“Because Matt spoke to you two days before. And I’m fairly certain I texted ‘see you tomorrow’ the day before because we were both back here in Sheffield.” You tell him, not backing down from the eye contact at all. You’re not letting this go now, “It doesn’t matter anyway. This isn’t about my birthday.”
You just want him to believe what you’ve said. You want nothing more.
“No,” Alex’s laugh is venomous, and it lingers as he says, “It’s about you trying to split me and my girlfriend up.”
“I’m not Alex,” You swear, “I just want you to know so you can be cautious.”
Your best friend looks at you and nastily corrects your words, “You want me to know about your lies.”
Your chest sinks, and your eyes search his as you ask, “What lies?”
“Everything you’ve said, Y/N/N!” Alex sounds both upset and hurt as he continues, “She’s just different from how you are, from how we have been.”
“Yeah, we are different. Because I don’t go around taking pictures of you and using your name as a hashtag.” You keep your voice calm as you point out the obvious again, “She’s using you for publicity Alex.”
“No she’s fucking not!” Alex shouts at you now, “She takes pictures because that’s what going out with fucking models involves Y/N.”
“Oh yeah,” You dryly laugh, “And her putting her fucking knickers on your piano whilst you’re playing it to take a picture is normal model behaviour.”
“I don’t recall seeing that done before. Don't think I saw Alexa do that once and she's far bigger than Pauline is.” You make your point harsher than you ever initially wanted to but considering he’s just shouted at you; you don’t give a fuck.
Especially when Alex enrages you by shaking his head like he’s disappointed in you as he states, “You’re just fucking jealous.”
You scoff, “Are you joking right now?”
“No,” Alex goes on, “You’re clearly jealous because I’ve moved on from you and you can’t hold a relationship.”
You’ve never wanted to slap him more in your entire life.
“Wow. Just wow.” You deadpan, before walking closer to him and drilling into him. “You’re so fucking self-centred that you haven’t even fucking realised that I didn’t want to be in a fucking relationship right now, Alex... And don’t try and change the fucking subject, this is about you and your current relationship.”
But your best friend takes no notice. He ignores what you’ve just said and corrects his statement from before, “Well you’re jealous because you can’t shag me again then.”
You laugh. You laugh in disbelief because you don’t know what else to do.
“Alex, I’ve shagged you Hun.” You shake your head, really not believing he has the nerve to even say that, “I’ve been there done that. I certainly don’t need a picture of your hands and my knickers to know I’ve had sex with you.”
You don’t hold back as you continue arguing, “She’s your girlfriend. Every fucker knows you’ve shagged her. She doesn’t need to be posting shit like that to boost her account and her music.”
“She’s not boosting it.” Alex unsurprisingly dismisses you straight away.
“Alex, are you so behind on technology that you can’t see what she’s doing?” You genuinely wish you could take a peek inside his brain and see which screw had come loose because he’s being a fucking idiot.
“She’s using you to promote herself!” You tell him, raising your voice to try and get it through his thick skull.
But never in your life would you expect Alex to yell back, “Like you do with your art then!”
Your jaw falls open, “You’ve got to be fucking joking?”
“No,” He shakes his head, “You’re the one who designs our stuff so how’s that any different?”
“You’re the fucking one who asked me to design your logos!” You raise your voice with each statement you make, absolutely fuming he has the audacity to say that to you. “You came to me for Favourite Worst Nightmare and looked through the others I made. You kept coming back looking for more for the next albums. You wanted me to do the show posters. You wanted me to do the merch.”
“I’ve never posted all of that on my account.” You’re honestly hurt he would ever think that you use him how Pauline is doing, “I posted your album covers to promote you, not me. I have never ever used you in the way that she’s using you. How dare you say that to me.”
“So you posting pictures of us together on your account isn’t promoting your work then?” Alex backchats, with fire in his eyes.
But you have an answer ready and waiting, “I post them on my private account that a grand total of one hundred people follow.”
But then you seriously ask him, “Is me posting a picture with Adam promoting my work too?”
“That’s different, he's your family.” Alex shakes his head.
“You are my family!” You shout back, “I have never used you Alex. Never. I would never want to and I don’t want to. And if you dare say that you’re the one who gave me my art career you can fuck off out of my life for good.”
It’s the hurt at what he’s just said that’s running through your system now, your eyes almost going glossy as you say, “I’ve sold out at three of my own gallery’s and they had nothing to do with either of your bands or anything to do with music in general. So if you’re even thinking that, you can fuck off.”
“I’m not saying that.” Alex shakes his head, trying to defuse the situation now, “All I’m trying to say is that Pauline’s not using me like you’re trying to get at.”
You push your own hurt away to ask him calmly, “How much have you helped her? Music wise?”
“What?”
You push on, “Answer my question.”
“I don’t have to tell you that.” Alex shakes his head almost acting like he doesn’t want to see you.
“But we both know you will.” You narrow your eyes at him almost like it’s a silent bet.
Alex tells you with a lot of hesitation, “I give her tips on how to make a song better.”
“Have you sat in the studio with her and recorded?” You press on.
“Yeah but-”
You interrupt, “She posted about it?” knowing full well that she has.
“Yeah, but that was to promote the music that she was making. I’m not cred-”
“It doesn’t matter if you’re credited Alex,” You interrupt again, not wanting this to go on for much longer, “That's just taking advantage of you being a nice person.”
Before Alex can even think about a comeback, you move on again to another concern of yours. “She was a fan before she got with you, yeah?”
“Like you were.” Alex narrows his eyes.
Your dry laugh tears through your throat loudly. “Alex, you couldn’t get all of our school friends to come to your gigs when you first got together, so that point is invalid.”
“She’s used the riff in Mad Sounds on one of her songs for a start.” You keep your points coming, “And when she initially got with you, she posted a shit load of you on her and her friend’s stories all the time.”
“Seems like you were paying very close attention to her.” Alex narrows his eyes at you.
You don’t let what he said phase you. You just give it him straight back, “Because it was being brought to my attention what was happening. And I was trying to tell you in the nicest way I could until you got nasty and started gaslighting me.”
“I’m just defending my girlfriend Y/N.” Alex shakes his head, “You know it’s the respectful thing to do when someone starts on your partner.”
“Oh right, like she was being that respectful toward you and your privacy when you went out to those clubs with her and her mates who didn’t stop filming you all night.” You get another point in, and now after seeing the videos Miles sent you, you can say with confidence, “You looked so uncomfortable, Alex. I’ve never seen you like that when you’re meant to be having fun.”
But your best friend doesn’t see it how you do. “She was just posting videos of us on a fun night now. It wasn’t to get any views or whatever.”
“Alex, she tagged it!” You yell, just wanting to get through to him at this point, “There were Arctic Monkey hashtags and of your name all over the fucking shop. She wants people to know that you are hers.”
“And what? You think that because you and Matty aren’t bum buddies and you're not speaking to him you can come and try to destroy my relationship to get some action out of me?” Alex shouts back at you, his cheeks going pink with anger at this point. She shakes his head, “No Y/N. That’s not how this is going to work. You can’t have everything yourway all the fucking time.”
“This is not about me wanting your dick, Alex! Believe me, I really couldn’t give a fuck!” You’re fucking fuming now, surely he could see just by your reactions to what you were telling him earlier were sincere. You don’t want to be telling him this but you’re just trying to protect him, “This is about me trying to make you understand what you’re clearly not seeing. She’s using you and her friends are too.”
“Classy of you to not only go for her throat but her mates too.” Alex sarcastically applauds.
“Well forgive me,” Your apology is just as thick with sarcasm, “The shit they were posting of you was nasty. You never like being filmed Alex, you never have unless you’re on stage so don’t lie to me and tell me that you felt comfortable with being used for promotion like that.”
The way Alex looks at you then breaks your heart. He raises his eyebrows at you, as if to say ‘like you do’. And you know he means ‘like you do’ with your art and that really upsets you.
Your eyes flood with angry tears that you don’t let fall when you point at him and say, “Don’t give me that look.”
He’s fucking lying to himself at this point and he knows it.
“If you really think that of me, then you can find someone else to make your stuff for next time.” You tell him, but when he shows absolutely no remorse, your decision is set in stone. “In fact, no, you can definitely do that.”
You walk back towards your lounge where you left your bag and you try to stop yourself from telling any angry tears fall. And thankfully none do as you say, “I’m not being treated like I’ve not been looking out for you for the last thirtyyears… I’m through.” and you start walking towards his front door.
“Fine.” Alex shakes his head, as if not fussed at all but he’s clearly still fuming, “I don’t fucking care.”
When you hear that, you spin back around to look into his eyes and ask seriously, “Do you really think I would lie about someone laughing at the fact that I almost died and make up that someone said my scars lower the price of me, and that her and her friend were laughing saying they would crash a car just to shut me up?”
You can hear all of the emotions you’re holding back in your voice as you simply ask, “Do you really think those are the things I’d come up with to get you to split up with her?”
Alex’s pissed off face doesn’t change. He takes a step closer to you and says, “I think you’ll go to any lengths to get the hold on me you like having because you’re jealous that I’m not dedicating every second to you anymore… It’s pathetic Y/N. Grow up.”
You want to laugh in disbelief. You’re so hurt and pissed off at the entire situation.
“Right, fine.” You scoff, you don’t let his hard gaze break you. You tell him with the same hard tone he used for you. “Nice to know you believe someone you’ve known five months over your best friend who’s known you since you were five years old. We’re fucking through, Alex.”
“Fine!” Your best friend yells and points to his door, “Fuck off Y/N! Get the fuck out!”
You certainly don’t need telling twice. You turn around and start walking as you tell him, “You come and talk to me when you realise exactly what I’ve said is going on, is true. Because I’m not a blind love-struck puppy and you should know better by now.”
“Get out!” Alex shouts pointing to the exit again.
“Happily,” You pull the door open with more force than needed, and you turn back to look at him to say, “I’m not doing this again. When you see Miles, Matt, and the other lads tell them that I’m not doing their dirty work again because it seems like I just lost my best friend in the process.”
Alex spitefully asks, “And whose fault is that hey?”
“Yours.” You say before you slam the door shut.
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Rory Culkin’s “worst” Acting performance
(Let me state this before I got massive hate, I put worst in air quotes (massive air quotes) because I’m not at all calling Rory a bad actor, he’s the furthest thing from it, he’s really good and he’s one of my favorite actors, just this acting performance he did, didn’t really do it for me and I will explain why, I would just like to rant about this because I’ve been rewatching this movie and I’ve been thinking about it and I wanted to see if anyone else noticed it like I did.)
Yes we’re talking about Lords of Chaos.
(Let me also preface this, I’m the kind of person that is known to over analyze everything, Everything that I bring up will be mainly talking about the Movie, I will sometimes bring up moments in real life but I won’t be over analyzing the real life people because they were real life people and I didn’t know what they were thinking at the time, I’m not at all qualified to make assumptions on real life people however I can do that with “fictionalized” versions of those real life people, if I get really ranty I apologize, and if it seems like I’m just pulling stuff out of my ass, I probably am, I tend to do that and make everything over complicated, this is just how I analyze stuff)
Now I like Lords of Chaos, it’s not my favorite Rory Culkin film, but it was the first that I watched that got me obsessed with him (shoutout to all the edits that I saved of him as Euronymous, what can I say, I’m sucker for metal heads)(Okay Technically Scream 4 was my first Rory Culkin Film but that didn’t lead me to my obsession)
So when i first watched Lords of Chaos I wasn’t at all prepared for what I was getting into, I had never heard of the band “Mayhem” and I knew nothing about the backstory on them so when I watched it I was shocked.
I didn’t know if I liked at first but rewatching it, it’s quite entertaining, if you ignore all the inaccuracies in this movie and you just watch like you would any movie, in my opinion, it’s a good movie, it’s not fantastic by any means, it has it’s moments of being shitty but it’s good, it’s a decent movie but probably my biggest gripe with this movie is the acting and the dialogue. (They’re are some great actors in this movie like the guys that played Pelle, Faust and HellHammer, they killed it and then there are some that there acting is really to much, like they’re trying to hard, the guy that plays Varg is probably my biggest example of this, I don’t know just something about his portrayal is just to much and also to little at the same time, like he does say some over the top stuff but the way he says it just doesn’t speak volumes as it should, you know? Also I saw a comment that said that when Varg laughs he sounds like Chris from Family Guy and i can’t unhear it)
Now this is movie about the birth of Norwegian Black Metal so of course there are going to be a lot of the best way I can put it is edgy dialogue, they truly wanted to be different, to have people fear them so they do need to be over the top but it could probably just be me growing up in the Creepypasta community in 2016/2017 but i just hear it as a bunch of kids trying to edgy so it doesn’t really do a job at making them fearful, it’s just them being over the top edge lords, in fact sometimes I find it funny but sometimes I find it cringey and just sometimes not necessarily but that could just be me.
All of the actors did what they could with the script which like I said, had some cringey over the top dialogue and I think that it really affected people’s performances especially Rory’s. Now I’m finally gonna get to talking about Rory.
Now I don’t hate Rory as Euronymous, I still do like his performance as Euronymous But it’s just some of his performances sticks out to me the most for a lot of the wrong reasons. Now what I absolutely love about Rory as an actor is just how natural of an actor he is, meaning that he actually sounds and acts like a real person having a conversation when he acts, it doesn’t feel like your watching a movie sometimes because of how natural it feels. But when it comes to “Lords of Chaos” that natural feeling isn’t there, a lot of his dialogue seems forced and like I said it’s over the top and it just feels odd, some of his dialogue seems clunky (if that makes sense) and even if he’s talking like a normal person, sometimes it still suffers from that same problem of the dialogue not really hitting right. I'd say that his performance as Euronymous is probably his "weakest" performance, he has his moments of being great but you really have to look for it.
I’ll find an example to show:
the dialogue just sounds I don’t know off, like it doesn’t sound natural or at least as natural as it could be.
And it sucks because if you’ve watched other movies that he’s been in like Jack Goes Home and Gabriel for example, I think those are probably his most emotional roles, he puts everything into those characters, there is so much depth to them and emotion and so much life to these characters, and when you watch Lords of Chaos, it just isn’t really there as much.
And I think the biggest problem is that it’s a BioPic, Because the actors are playing real people, real life people and it is such a hard task to do, why do you think a lot of BioPics are hit or miss, in my opinion being in a BioPic is probably the hardest thing you could do as an Actor because you’re not playing a character, your playing a real person and I think that the role of Euronymous is a really big role seeing as he was an awful person in real life and there are so many aspects to his time as the creator of Mayhem, it’s a difficult role and I truly Believe that Rory did the absolute best he could, but I think it could have maybe been directing issues or just that this role is really challenging that really ruined his performance at least for me. It's not not like he's bad at being in BioPics, i mean he was in two before and after Lords of Chaos, 1. was Waco: Madman or Messiah and he played David Thibodeau in 2018, before he did Lords of Choas and he rocked those roles along with in 2022 he played in another BioPic Under the Banner of Heaven where he played Samuel Lafferty so it's not like it's his first time being in a BioPic film, i believe that the role of Euronymous is a really challenging role and he did the best he could.
BUT he does have some great small moments in this movie where he does have that natural charm and he feels like an actual person instead of the Euronymous persona that he puts on.
For example, Basically almost every scene with Pelle (Dead) and Euronymous, I think that both of them have honestly great chemistry together and even if in real life Dead and Euronymous weren’t close, in the movie you can really feel that Euronymous did care about him, Euronymous wanted to make music and he even says that when he heard Dead sing for the first time that it was beautiful and that he had never heard anything sound like that, he was perfect for Mayhem and you can tell that he wanted what was best for the band or what he thought was best and it’s even shown how much Euronymous still thinks about Dead like when he gets the call from Kerrang (or however you spell it) Magazine after Varg was accused of setting fires to the Churches and he has a picture of Dead’s body, the one he used for the album cover, we get a flashback in time to after he took the picture and he’s crying at the sight of Dead which really humanizes him which I’m not sure a lot of people like but once again Rory is coming in with his Naturalistic acting and showing that even though Euronymous did take pictures of Dead and did steal parts of his skull. It shows that even though Euronymous was this awful person, he is still human and he is literally sitting in front of someone that was his friend who blew his brains out, that would bring anyone no matter who you are to tears and you see him crying after I think the realization hits him. Before he calls everyone saying that “Pelle has gone home” and steps back into the Euronymous persona, he has this quiet moment with Dead.
Along with him finding Dead, Him getting to the house, throwing rocks at the window, Telling Pelle to open the door and then having to get a ladder to get into the house and then walking into the room and finding him, then he heads downstairs and then goes to call the police before stopping and going to get a camera to take the pictures of Dead, but it’s all the quiet moment that he has that really shine through.
Also when Euronymous tells Dead that there’s a cat outside and they go outside to kill it, it just shows them as two guys dicking around before Dead tells Euronymous to shoot him which he is shocked by. I think that that truly shock Euronymous to his core, because in this moment Dead is telling him to shoot him and he almost does before backing out because even though he act’s tough and evil, he can’t physically pull the trigger, he can’t fathom taking someone else’s life.
Also an underrated scene is when When he dyes his hair black and he asks his sister what she thinks, they have this cute sibling bonding moment even though his sister isn’t really in the movie as much, it still shows that they have a bond. Still humanizing him, I like that scene, it’s just a nice scene before everything goes down hill.
Another great acted scene is After the fires, Euronymous becomes paranoid that the police will find out that he is connected to the fires through Varg, I think he plays the paranoia perfectly, him wanting them to lay low for awhile, to keep the police off their backs, also when he finds out that Varg went to the press about the fires, Euronymous is angry and threatens to kill him, he grabs the taser and says that he’ll tie Varg to a tree, torture him and make a snuff film out of it.
All the scenes that humanize Euronymous are really where Rory’s acting talent can really shine through. It’s the little scenes that really show how great of an actor Rory is in it just sucks that you really have to really pay attention to it.
Now this is of course all just my analysis from rewatching Lords of Chaos and how I view it. Once again this isn’t my hating on Rory as Euronymous or him as an actor, this is just something I noticed that I think ruins the movie for me a bit.
#rory culkin#lords of chaos#mayhem band#mayhem#euronymous#pelle ohlin#acting#analaysis#oystein aarseth#black metal#metal music#norwegian black metal#culkin cult#dead mayhem#true norwegian black metal#rant post#Madame's rambles
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Love Reading 🎇 - April 2024 - Virgo
Singles:
Who is Coming In: 8 Pentacles & King of Swords
Regarding: 4 Wands
Long-Term Potential: 2 Wands & The Sun
This could be someone that’s literally working on your house, or lives right next door. Could also be someone you work with, or you somehow interact with them through your work. For someone there’s a heavy travel or long distance vibe - this may be someone you’ve always known that’s left town for work, moved somewhere else, they’re in the military, or they’re from somewhere else. 4 Wands shows “homecoming”, so if they’re away they’d be traveling back towards you - assuming that’s the hometown. Or you would be needing to travel in order to visit their family and see their “home”, maybe childhood home or home country. A move may be involved, not necessarily though, some of them just work somewhere else, travel for work, much of the relationship is long distance or through phone calls and texts for a period of time. Long-term, it has potential, but both of you would probably have to sacrifice something and it’s a conscious *choice*, you both have to choose it. Especially where to live, that seems like the biggest conundrum. One of you will probably travel to see the other, and things can progress from there, especially if you haven’t seen each other ever or in awhile. It looks good, they seem decent ❤️
Messages:
- Curvy Boy/Girl
- You make me feel alive! ☀️
SHIP 🛳️
- Cutting Ties
- Moving On
- Receive What You Need
- Progression & Arriving
Signs you may be dealing with:
Leo, Aries, Aquarius & Libra
Couples:
Them: 10 Swords, Wheel of Fortune, 7 Pentacles rev
Regarding: Knight of Pentacles
For some, this is an ex you share a child with, and you’ve moved on to someone new, they consider this new person the enemy. Very protective, maybe jealous but I’m getting more like a “my territory” kind of vibe - especially regarding their kid/s, celebrations, traditions, that kind of thing, they don’t appreciate someone else “taking their place” - that could be the current situation. They wouldn’t be the first ex to feel that way, you’ll have to give them some grace in that respect. I do see them having healed from what happened between you, but it took a lot of time, definitely wasn’t an overnight thing. If they had any hopes of reconnecting, probably not, but whatever was there came to the surface as soon as they found out you moved on - also normal, they’re having to deal with that. Knight of Pentacles could be your child, or just you, it’s Virgo energy of consistent effort, someone dependable and reliable, every single day without fail. It can also show they’ve put a lot of work into this connection and it’s failed, that could be their biggest issue with this. What was it all for?
The other story I’m getting is that you two are actually great, but it’s people outside of them that are the snakes 🐍 and it would be several, three in particular. Could be work most likely, could be your family or even your ex & whatever you’ve got going on with that, especially if co-parenting. They would be the reliable ones, showing up and getting shit done, they’re not drama or problematic and it’s like people are coming for them, betraying them, possibly firing them? Or twisting the situation at work around so that they’ll quit, something like that. Sure, you can work here, but we’re cutting you down to one day a week. Swapping theirs with another’s - again this sense of possession, maybe taking their position or a snide sister taking the seat next to you at a gathering - something like that. They feel hurt, betrayed, they’re not worried about it but they feel like they have to sacrifice or give up on people/efforts they’ve really tried to make work.
Messages:
- Shy 🙈
- Combined Families
THE SNAKE 🐍
- Competition & Enemy
- The Other Woman
- Look Over Your Shoulder
Identify yourself by your thoughts and feelings and not by what you own.
You: The Hierophant, Ace of Pentacles, The Tower
Regarding: 6 Swords rev
If you’re marrying the lover that destroyed your relationship well…you’re not going to get the best reception. I don’t even get it’s just the ex, it’s probably the whole family to some extent, even if they don’t say it out loud. If it’s someone unrelated to the former connection, it’s still not really received well because of how fast it’s gone or…for this Hierophant I’m getting family, you could come from a strict religious background, a certain code of ethics or behaviors you were taught, like there are ways we go about things here and Virgo has decided to lose their mind instead - per them. It’s a Tower for anyone involved with this, a new relationship, now you’re in love again, risking it all for some person everyone else is like…huh? You don’t have to deal with it until you deal with them, probably holidays and such.
For story 2, you may be stepping up to help your person afford what they need to afford with this Tower in their career, which ultimately affects you too. If it’s your family, you’re both returning for some event and it’s same shit different day, or work either/or. I don’t see you able to do much, at the bottom you’re just heavily burdened and biding your time until you reach victory in whatever situation. Get over it, more or less - if these are your people. The feelings you have for this person are genuine, you’re happy to take the risk, you want support from your people, or you’re giving it to your person because they need it, and you love them. Financially, emotionally, in whatever way they need you, you’re there. They do recognize that, even if you’re apart. Or that *was* the connection, and that’s what’s changing? Because of the dreams card, this could be some level of soulmate, could be a past life connection, there could be some mystical or otherworldly element to your relationship. You could communicate through dreams or some kind of eerie telepathy, though you’re both stubbornly resistant to each other - or the situation - in real life, you particularly may receive guidance and inspirations in dreams, whether about this person or not.
Messages:
- Mama’s Boy / Daddy’s Girl
- ✨ I see you in my dreams ✨
LOVE CALL 📞
- Expressing Love
- Messages of Love
- Thinking of You
- Informing You
When you get down, call on your angels.
Mutual: 4 Cups, Death, 4 Pentacles
Regarding: 3 Pentacles
A mother could be the center of the backstabby energy or the ringleader of the show, for some of you. Or the ex maybe/spouse, again children are highlighted. For story one, where this person was probably more cooperative initially, or asking you over to fix things, trying to be around you, sort of trying to fix something…leaving the door open more or less. Ha now that song started playing in my head. Circumstance or message idk, I’ll add it anyway. Those days are done, this person is now heavily resistant, holding grudges, acting possessive and pissy where you’re concerned. They judge you heavily in any of the ways you’re giving to others and not them, doing for others and not them. That’s mirrored too. Both of you act like you no longer care about the other one, what’s done is done, and you’re both pretty negative about the other one’s involvement in your life. It was a choice, but now it’s forced. Why? Because you like each other, or love/d, it’s not easy. If you’re dating/getting married, they may now be determined to do the same.
For the second story, both of you have backed off from cooperating with any of these snake-like people with snide shit to say, especially if family. You’re not going to come around to be hurt by Mom’s nasty comments, Mom can get over herself - that’s what I’m hearing. Anyone with the intention to wound, is cut out ✂️ and if they want to cooperate that’s fine but like, prove it, you want appreciation & kindness from others, you’re not putting up with childish bs. That’s fair. People may think you owe them or something, and you don’t owe them shit, they earn your affections by being supportive & loving people, where’s the confusion? 🤷���♂️ For work, your person could be actively saving money to eventually tell this place to fk off, and neither of you cares about it, you’re cooperating with each other.
TEDDY BEAR 🐻
- Interested in You
- Blooming Romance
- Flirting
- Want to Date
Don’t try to gain love by being someone’s slave. Remember that you matter, too.
Signs you may be dealing with:
Heavy Cancer, Gemini, Capricorn, Scorpio & Taurus
#Virgo#astrology#love reading#april 2024#tarot#tarot reading#tarotblr#tarot blog#singles#couples#relationships#Spotify
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It’s Your Character That Counts: Ashlynn Juarez
Yes, I’m back! I wish I had caught up on this, but when you’re too busy IRL to do posts that take longer than two minutes to write and can only do so at certain times, things like this tend to take a hiatus.
You all know the drill. Everyone automatically loses trustworthiness and citizenship points because they let Buster talk them into breaking the law and lying along with him.
But at least Ash is willing to call him out on this behavior on occasion. Obviously she does it in private, but speaking out when someone wants you to do something wrong, according to the “workbook”, is another big part of trustworthiness. Also, we can’t forget how she called bullshit on that night club owner who payed her way less than all the other acts. Okay, it’s just half, but STILL! Way to stand up for yourself, Ash!
Well, well…
This is mainly for occasional backsass and maybe a dirty look of two, although if we’re also counting self-respect, I think we know what happened with Stupid Dumb Lance. How she was able to put up with his verbal abuse and belittling is still baffling to this day.
Oooooh! You were so close, Ash! You’re usually so good in this department, but unfortunately, I have to count the actions taken in Sing On Tour, no matter how not-canon it is.
I’ve been wanting to talk about this for a while, but without these Kids For Character rankings, there just wasn’t a decent way to being it up without seeming like I’m bitching too much.
If you’ve seen the YouTube videos of Sing On Tour in Universal Studios Japan and Universal Studios Beijing, you know that Ash is absent throughout most of the show because it appeared she had an errand to run. For a year and a half, I thought a guitar string broke and she needed to get a specific brand to make her performances that much more epic… but I was WRONG!
For the longest time, English subtitles for this show were unavailable, but two weeks ago, I found a video where someone translated the Beijing show (They’re both the same, so don’t worry about that) and it turns out she just left the theater to get a bigger speaker!
Like… REALLY, ASH?!? This is not like you! In a canonical version of this, you would have made do with what was there, right? Or, I know that most of the cast didn’t even know who Mizuki was and why she was there (probably a spontaneous decision on Buster’s part), but since she was the new intern, you could have had her get the speaker! Any Ash fan knows that she would NOT pull a stunt like this right before a show!
Yes, I’m also saying that Ash’s Sing On Tour stuff counts for fairness, as it sounds like she was the first act, but also keep the fact that she did sort of abandon Lance and went ahead with the singing competition anyway, even though he lost interest after Buster said he only wanted Ash. No, I’m not saying that I side with that dork, but you still don’t just do that to someone.
But again, if we go back to her first scene in Sing 2, she is more than willing to make things fair between her and the other acts in the night club. Dealing with a jerk like Lance has taught her that she has self-worth and that she deserves to be treated fairly.
“See, I have this rule about not letting guys like you tell me what I’m worth, so, you know, unless I get payed like everyone else, I’m outta here!”
This leads back to her snarkiness. She mostly does it because she cares. When she calls Buster out for his lies, it’s because she doesn’t want to see him hurt. She went ahead with the singing competition because she thought it would help Lance with HIS music! And you can’t say her staying behind at Clay’s house was solely malicious. She was one of his biggest fans and knew he couldn’t just leave him there in a depressed state!
Yeah… You know why this one is the lowest. For the most part, she does the right thing, but Buster trained her to break the law along side him. She was even an accomplice in trying to break into Clay’s house.
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Let’s talk about reboots for a moment. Let’s not look at background for the reboots, or their creators. I’m going to point out a good, and a bad.
This show deserves more recognition:
There were a variety of ethnicities, body types, sexual orientations (including asexual!), neurodivergence, and gender identities.
Those were all secondary to the plot! The biggest thing was the characters were PEOPLE!, not vessels for “wokeness.”
Meanwhile, this show (“Velma”) that I watched three episodes of tonight — “bad TV night” is a thing in our house — is as painful as everyone says.
[article and a 12ft ladder to get past the paywall]
“Velma” feels like “Family Guy,” only if “Family Guy” tried to be over-the-top woke instead of offensive.
It has the same, unrelenting brash humour that prefers to browbeat the audience, rather than understate. As such, it’s not funny, nor clever. The characters’ pointed political speeches would be funny if they were done on rare occasion. Instead, almost every other discussion is something overdone. Wayyy to try hard.
In terms of ‘wokeness’ “Sonic Boom” did it better.
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“Velma” ironically pushes the division between gender, race, and sexual orientation.
In episode three, we see the women fight to be “The Least Weak,” or a phase summat like that. Physical brawling. The show -could!- have raised up and pointed out how women should support each other rather than fight each other… but I guess we’re not ready for “women fight -for!- other women” speech here.
I guess “wokeness” for this show is limited to meta humour, PSA type monologues, and eye-rolling diatribes. It limited its wokeness to convenience and already heavily discussed issues.
I might also add Velma is an unlikeable character. She’s mean spirited, really quite a bully in her own right. Proof that you don’t need to be “popular” to be a selfish jerk.
She reminds me of Rick Sanchez, or Bojack Horseman.
Granted, I love those shows, but the supporting cast was always ready to call Rick and Bojack out on their toxic and destructive behaviors.
The show seems to ignore the importance of having balancing support. People who call out Velma for being as much the villain as anyone else encountered this far.
Norville (Shaggy) is hopelessly in love with Velma, he lets her abuse his friendship.
At the end of Episode 3, Daphne calls Velma out on a few things, but I have a feeling that won’t cause an overall change in Velma’s behavior. At least not for a while. Maybe there’s a “growth” arc planned.
If not? Ouch.
Also, I’m kinda tired of the “white male as the jerk” trope.
Yes, white males have a leg up in society, especially if they’re cishet… but there ARE! cishet white men who are decent people.
The only positive white male character this mud far is biracial Norville’s dad… and he’s not even a main character.
Making one skin-type/gender the bad guy doesn’t make a show “woke.”
All in all, “Velma” misses the mark.
I don’t know what it’s trying to do, but it’s bad at it.
I am curious about the mystery, but I’ll just read the end online. I don’t care enough to watch it.
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