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Holiday | Part 17 |

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

Word Count: 13K

Warnings: Divorce (Don’t worry)

A/N: Second to last part. Cries I know!!! But it’s okay, more Alex works in the future. This part is pretty much for Y/B/F so enjoy it! Taglists are always open. Thank you for reading x

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~*~*~*~ One Year Later ~ 2017 ~*~*~*~

“Shopping in LA is actually my favourite place to shop, anywhere” Y/B/F grins at you as you stand in the queue to pay for your new clothes.

“Honestly it’s so much better when you’re here” You smile at her.

You were so glad that she was over for the summer again. She’d come the day after your birthday which meant that your birthday celebrations continued on for practically the next week.

“I’m half sure Alex hates me when I make him come clothes shopping. He always tells me I’m making clothes up in my head and that’s why I never find what I want” You tell her as you both take a step closer to the counter.

“To be fair to him, you do that all the time” She scorns you, this time not even having a playful smile. She just shrugs and nods agreeing with what you told her.

“But the clothes exist” You pout at how you were again being bullied by your best friend.

If it wasn’t Alex, it was her. You couldn’t win.

She raised her eyebrows at you, making it blatantly obvious that she didn’t believe you.

“Don’t look at me like that, they do. I’ve seen them on Pinterest” You tell her trying to hold back a smile.

Her giggles echoed through the shop around you at that point. You shook your head at her before nudging her shoulder with your own.

But he laughs were infectious and you ended up having a giggle too, probably much to the dismay of the other customers around you. Thankfully though, you both didn’t appear crazy to everyone else for long as you were then called to the next till where you then paid for your new clothes.

Once back out into the summer heat, you headed right as you were working your way down the street window shopping.

“Right, where to now?” You ask her as you dodge the people who are in too much of a rush to be polite and move themselves out of your way, instead of you having to move out of theirs.

“Oh, I think we’re going in here” Y/B/F says as she points towards the lingerie shop a few stores down.

You smile but shake your head, “Absolutely not”

“Oh come on. I’ve gotta get something for when I go to see Miles anyway and I’ve got to treat Alex. He did pay for my flight after all” Your best friend tried to convince you.

She and Miles didn’t really end up going out with each other, it just ended up being them both having fun with the other when they were both around. You’d say it was a friends with benefits situation which seemed to be treating them both well.

“You’re treating my fiancé to things I wear though, so it makes me feel bad when you won’t let me get you anything” You tell her.

You always tried to treat her when she came over, but she never let you get her anything. Her excuse always being the same thing.

“Y/N, you’re giving me a place to stay for free and you bought my ticket over here. I’m treating the both of you and you’ll both enjoy what comes of it more than you will me buying you a card or something” Y/B/F pointed out.

You actually hold your ground this time and don’t give into her. She then lures you inside the shop though, by saying, “Come on, at least help me find something for Miles”

“Fine” You sigh before you take the hand, she was offering out to you.

She grins when she gets you in the shop, “Right okay good. Now, what’s Miles’ favourite colour?”

After spending half an hour finding something that she wanted, you browsing at all the different material made you buy something too. Something which she tried to purchase on your behalf, but you point blank refused.

She went for an emerald green set which you were a hundred percent certain that Miles would love on her. You, however, didn’t go for something as colourful.

You ended up with a new black set which you simply adored from the second you saw it. It was in the style of a body suit and you hadn’t yet bought a really nice one in this style before.

So, you ended up buying that and some black fluffy handcuffs because you thought they would be cute around either your wrists or Alex’s.

Thankfully when you got back the boys weren’t yet home. They were out at a meeting with various different important people about the Monkeys’ new album that they had all been recording. Nick and Jamie were over too, and they were renting an apartment a bit further into the city.

Miles was also recording another album at the moment which you were excited about for him. Alex had been helping him with it and Lana Del Rey had also had some input in the actual writing of the lyrics to his songs, so you were really excited to hear it when it was closer to being finished.

When both you and Y/B/F got back to your house, you both headed straight upstairs to change into your new purchases. Both of you knew that you would be going straight for the lingerie though and the actual clothes would be being tried on much later.

You weren’t shy about getting changed in front of each other as you’d obviously lived together in the years previous to when you moved out, so you’d both seen everything before.

Her set looked absolutely stunning on her and you couldn’t help but tell her that, “Miles is such a lucky bastard”

She giggled at that but then gestured towards you and the new bodysuit lingerie that you now had on. The lace that connected the bra to the underwear was something you were sceptical about, but now that you’d seen it actually on yourself, you loved it.

You couldn’t stop looking at yourself in the full-length mirror in your walk-in wardrobe.

“Oh my god you have to put these on with it just to add to the look for me” Your best friend instructs you after seeing a mess of shoes in the room.

She hands you some black heels.

“I like your thinking” You giggle as you take the large heels off her.

They were pretty high ones and if you wore them out, which you rarely did, you’d probably be taller than Alex in them. They were black ones, that were practically stilettos, that were red underneath and they tied up around your ankle.

You sat on the little stool you had in room and put them on as your best friend adjusted her bra to fit her properly. You made sure to compliment her, when she span around to check her angles, by wolf whistled her to give her another ego boost.

When the strap of on your heels were securely attached around your ankles, you stand yourself up and look into the mirror again with Y/B/F stood just behind you looking at your reflection also.

Of course, she was right, the heels really did bring everything together.

She marvels at your appearance, “Wow I actually love it”

“I love it too, I won’t lie” You say with a smile as you run a hand over the material.

“I’m sure your fiancé will love it even more” Your best friend grins at you as she shifts through your clothes to find something sexy to put on over her new underwear.

You point out a black sundress that you’d let her have as it looks sexy, yet it easy enough to get off quickly when things got heated.

You watch as she puts the dress on as you say, “Yeah well Alex can wait till a special occasion to see this piece”

“We look hot” You can’t help but express as you look at the both of you in the mirror.

She grinned and posed standing next to you, like you were both in a photoshoot. She stuck her tongue out in a teasing manner after she said, “Hell yeah we do”

“Mirror selfie for the private Insta?” She asked you, putting the dress down for a minute before grabbing your phone as it was closest.

“Course” You grin quickly double checking that nothing was showing that shouldn’t be.

After a few selfies, you made her try the dress on that you pulled out for her, and she looked gorgeous. It was short enough to attract some attention, yet innocent enough to not fully tell everyone exactly what she was after. She looked stunning.

“Oh my god, I’ve got an idea. Where are those handcuffs you have?” Your best friend asks you as she looked at the material that covered your body.

You stand up and head to a draw that was hidden away in your wardrobe, where you kept all your fun toys. You find the leather ones quickly and pull them out before closing the draw back up.

“Got these ones that you sent us the other year, but I put the new ones on the bed” You tell her, showing her the leather ones.

She smiled at you and hooked her finger in the other cuff before pulling you into your bedroom with it. You laughed and followed her with no resistance, making sure you didn’t deck it in your heels.

“What evil plan have you thought up?” You ask her as she lets go of the cuffs you had in your hand and picks up the new fluffy ones and removes the packaging off them.

“I think you should send your boyfriend some pictures on what he’s missing out on” Your best friend smirked at you.

You let out a giggle at her little plan, but you were fully on board with it.

“He’s gunna go insane” You laugh as you sit down on your bed.

Y/B/F laughs too, “Isn’t that the plan with every sexy pic? To make your man go insane?”

“You’re a bad influence” You shake your head at her.

“But you love it. And he’ll love it”

You smile, “Okay, what you thinking?”

She suggests that you attach one set of handcuffs to the post of the bed and have your wrist in that one. Which you do. And then she suggests putting the new fluffy one around your other wrist and leave that dangling to show it off.

She takes a few pictures of you lying on the bed like that and you’re both just giggling the whole time. It had been so long since she’d helped you take pictures like this, so it was just comical that you were both doing it again now.

And the fact that she kept on making jokes to you about how lucky Alex was.

After she took a few more photos, she instructed you to hold the other side of the bed with your free hand, so it made it look like you were tied up with both. You do as instructed, and again you’re both laughing too much to take it seriously, yet she still thinks that Alex will be drooling at his phone when he eventually looked at them.

Which you knew he would be.

She paused herself after taking one picture of you and looked at your phone screen intently, and you laughed at her. A grin made its way to her face before she looked back up to your before giggling a little when she said, “His jaw will be on the fucking ground”

You just laugh and when she walks around the bed, you thought she was coming to show you the photos, but no. She completely betrayed you.

You best friend quickly grabbed your hand that had the loose cuff around it and then proceeded to attach the free one to the other post of the bed. So, your arms were completely separate and cuffed to either side of the bed.

“What are you doing?” You chuckle nervously.

She just lets out a little playful giggle before heading back into your wardrobe before coming back out with her shopping bags in her hands.

“Y/B/F let me out” You say still a little shocked at her actions.

Your best friend has a shit eating grin on her face as she shakes her head. She smirks at you as she says, “No, I don’t think I will”

“Y/B/F come on; I’m being serious” You say sitting yourself up a little bit as best you could.

She grins at you, “I’m being serious too. And I think Alex is going to love his surprise when he gets home and finds you like this”

“Don’t you fucking dare leave me like this, he’s not home for another two hours” You say seriously, still completely shocked that you were now bound to your bed with no escape.

You couldn’t even kick your shoes off at her because they were strapped round your ankle.

“You can get yourself in the mood in that time, can’t you?” She playfully smiles at you.

She puts her other shopping bags on the ground as she teases, “Shall I put AM on for you? Get you in the right headspace?”

“Y/B/F” You shake your head at her as she makes the way to the vinyl on the shelves and she spots the record instantly.

“Hey, come on what about the plan. Teasing Al is funnier than this” You try and change her mind, but she just continues to put the record on the turntable.

She turns to look to you for a second before saying, “I think Alex is gunna like this plan a lot better”

You sigh and try and think of another excuse to get yourself out of your current situation. However, your mind draws a blank when Do I Wanna Know starts to play.

“Oh shit, Knee Socks is on the other side one sec” Your best friend plays dumb, loving that you were hating this.

But as your best friend, she knew she was doing you a favour and treating Alex at the same time. After all, she knew the actual truth of what time Alex was coming home, as the text had come through whilst she was taking pictures of you.

“You’re a bitch” You say but can’t help but laugh.

She too giggles before shaking her head, “Nah, you love me, and you’ll love me a lot more when you’ve impatiently waited for Alex to come home which will make the shag all the more interesting for you”

“I hate you” You say as she turns the music up louder.

“Love you too Sweetie” She blows a kiss at you before grabbing her stuff again and exiting your bedroom.

As she closes the door behind her, she can hear you shouting her name over the music and through the door. She has a little giggle to herself before entering her room (your old room) to grab a different pair of shoes to match the dress that she was borrowing from you.

About 5 minutes later, Y/B/F is waiting patiently downstairs for the front door to open as she knew that the guys would be home soon.

The text that came through on your phone, which your best friend still had in her hand, said both Alex and Miles would be coming back to the house in the next 10 minutes.

Something which Y/B/F was pleased about, because that meant she could escape to Miles’ sooner rather than later. And you being upstairs in the state that you were, would mean you wouldn’t judge her for it. Not that you would have done anyway, but she wanted to make it a fun evening for you too.

That was the only reason why she’d left you there.

She’d zoned out whilst watching TV thinking of all the dirty things that her and Miles could get up to, when she heard footsteps behind her.

“Hey, how was your day?” Alex asks his fiancés’ best friend.

She smiles round at the two men before saying, “Yeah, it was good thanks. How was the both of yours?”

“Pretty boring really” Alex replied before perching on the arm of the settee.

In the cheeky mood that she was in, Y/B/F thought she would tease, “Well I doubt that if your music is involved Al”

“You really are the flatterer, aren’t you?” Miles chuckles down at her, as he hadn’t decided to sit yet.

“Well you know me and my best friend… Suckers for both your music” Y/B/F said with a hint of mischief coming out.

Something that Alex picked up on straight away.

“Where is your best friend?” Alex asks, not wanting to be alone whilst shameless flirting took place.

Y/B/F diverts her gaze back to Alex and she smiles, “Oh, she’s got herself a bit tied up upstairs. Got a call or something from work whilst we were out so she’s in your room trying to sort out the problem on her laptop”

“She alright?” Alex asks.

“She seemed a bit stressed out actually. She could probably do with a good relax” Y/B/F tells him as innocently as possible.

Y/B/F stands up and heads towards Alex to hand him your phone. “She’s left her phone down here. You alright taking it to her” You asked him, putting it in his hand.

“Yeah sure” Alex says before heading towards the stairs

“Miles whilst I’ve got you here. How about you take me and show me the view from your new neck of the woods?” Y/B/F shamelessly flirts.

Miles seems to be just as eager when he smirks and wraps an arm around her saying, “Sure”

“Why is something telling me that she’s not stressed up there?” Alex asks looking back to Y/B/F with a hint of suspicion.

“Oh, believe me she’s stressed” Y/B/F says before she grabs Miles’ hand and pulls him towards the front door.

Alex pays her no attention, just thinking she’s horny for his mate, before climbing up the stairs.

He looks to your phone in his hand and smiles at your lock screen, which was a picture of the two of you at Matt and Breana’s wedding from last year. It was such a good day, it made him excited to eventually be able to marry you.

When Alex reaches the top of the stairs, he heads to the bedroom and is slightly confused as to why he can hear AM playing really loud. Weren’t you meant to be on a work call?

When he gets closer to the door, he can hear you shouting through it.

“Y/B/F get the fuck back up here now!”

“Y/B/F!”

Alex then opens the door confused, until he saw you lay on the bed wearing next to nothing, with your hands bound to the headboard. He was certainly not expecting the sight that he walked into.

Both of your words die in your mouths as you understand what’s happening. You both just stare at each other for a second.

Alex then clears his throat before he lets the bedroom door shut behind him. You watch as he goes and turns down the volume on the turntable before looking back towards you.

“Okay, so I’m fairly certain you shouldn’t be shouting your best friend’s name when you’re lying on our bed. Looking like that. Listening to me sing. And you know. You’re engaged to me” Alex tells her with an amused smile before he heads closer to the bed.

Your brain then kicks back into gear then, “Al, thank god you’re home… Please let me out”

“How long have you been like this?” Alex asks with a little chuckle before taking a seat on the edge of the bed.

“I don’t know” You shrug as best you can “Like ten minutes or something thankfully”

“Why are you even like this at four pm?… Is this new?” Alex asks as he examines you, then the fluffy handcuffs.

You nod confirming that everything was new, and he quickly pecked your lips. Alex’s hands then go to working his way around the new handcuffs and where the safety latch on the side was. The fluff made it difficult to distinguish though, so you explained yourself as he worked.

“I was trying it on when Y/B/F suggested that I take a few pictures for you” You tell him honestly. “So, I was going to send them to tease you a bit, before you got home but she left me tied up”

Alex hands stilled on the cuffs when you started your second sentence.

“You were what?” Alex drops his hands and asks you, looking into your Y/E/C eyes.

You tell him quickly, desperation to be out of the cuffs seeping into your voice as you told him, “I was going to send you the pictures”

“Whilst I was at work?” Alex asks, double checking before he did anything.

“Yeah” You nod.

You certainly weren’t going to be sending them Miles.

“To tease me?” Alex then asks you with raised eyebrows.

And that was when you realised your mistake.

You immediately backtrack, “No”

“I think that’s what you just said” Alex said cocking his head to the side.

“No Alex, please let me out” You plead.

“Oh love love love” He says slowly before standing himself back up. “If you were going to send me pictures of you looking like this, you know what it would have done to me, don’t you?”

“Yeah but Alex i-“ You start to defend yourself, but you’re interrupted.

“Don’t ‘but Alex’ me” He said before he shed off his denim jacket, leaving it on the back of the chair by the desk.

He comes back over and undoes a few more buttons on the white shirt that he wore before untucking it from his pants. You can’t help but gulp as you watch him.

God he was fucking sexy. Especially when he got like this.

“You were trying to get me rock hard at work, weren’t you?” Alex calls you out on your actions.

You try and steer away from the subject again, “Al”

“Weren’t you?” He persists sternly.

You nod guilty at him and watch as he rolls up the sleeves to his shirt. God, why were his arms so sexy, with or without a shirt on?

“You know you’re not allowed to do that” Alex reminded you with a pointed look as he ate up how you looked.

“It was just going to be a bit of fun” You weakly defend yourself.

Alex nodded at you, but it was clear to see that he was not impressed by your defence.

“Just a bit of fun” He repeats to himself before his lustful gaze met yours, “Oh right… Well”

Alex that kneels on the end of the bed before separating your legs so he can crawl up your body between them.

“It’s just going to be a bit of fun playing with you for the two hours I was meant to be in that meeting for then, isn’t it?” He says as he makes his way up your body. His gaze feels like it’s burning your skin as he takes in every detail of your new attire.

“Alex” You shake your head at him. You truly didn’t plan on doing this today.

“Y/N” He says, looking up at you after placing a kiss to your lace covered stomach.

“Alex, don’t you fucking dare” You warn him, pulling against your restraints a bit.

“Sweetheart…” He coos as his face now hovers over yours.

He kisses your lips once before pointing out, “I don’t think you’re in any position to be making demands”

“Al” You change your tactics to pleading again, but he cuts you off by putting his finger over your soft lips.

You liked it when you were the one doing this to him. You wanted to be on top of him. Not the other way around.

“Ah no” Alex shushes you. “I think you’ll find it’s Mr Turner as of right now”

You gulp. You were in for a long night.

~*~*~*~ Summer 2018 ~*~*~*~

A lot had changed for you over the last few years and to be honest, a lot had changed for Alex too.

Not everything was a good or happy change though. As a few days Alex’s 32nd birthday earlier in the year, both you and him found out some rather upsetting news.

Matt had come around to your house one evening, not looking so good, with some news that you didn’t expect to ever hear fall from his mouth.

“Me and Bre are getting a divorce”

Needless to say, that shocked you and Alex completely. You both weren’t expecting it at all as they had kept their problems very hidden which probably wasn’t healthy for either of them to do in hindsight. But when Alex softly questioned him about it after he asked if he was alright, Matt started to open up to the both of you.

Matt had a good cry and got his emotions out and seeing your very close friend so upset like he was, it really got to you as well. So, you and Matt ended up having a little cry together as you all spoke about everything and Alex was the strong one for the evening.

When you were with Matt, you only let a few stray tears fall down your face, which you quickly brushed away because you felt like you needed to be strong for him. Alex could obviously tell it was affecting you more than you were letting on, but he would talk to you later when Matt wasn’t around to see you get upset.

You felt so bad for crying, even the smallest of tears in front of him, but you couldn’t help it. Both of your friends were hurting and every time you thought about Amelia you cried.

When you gave Matt sometime alone with Alex, you went upstairs and composed yourself before you called Breana. You had to check that she was okay, because she had become such an amazing friend to you whilst you were living out here.

You would obviously always have Matt’s back, but you couldn’t not check up on her, when she now meant so much to you too. You’d called her and you talked for about an hour on the phone making sure she was okay.

Thankfully she seemed to be, and her story matched up to Matt’s completely. They hadn’t been happy for about 6 months and it was unfortunate that they had fell out of love. It broke your heart listening to the story being told again.

But of course, you understood. They had to and would do right by Amelia.

Nothing had changed there. They were both still grateful that they had their little angel, and they knew that the best way to ensure she had a happy childhood would be for the two to part ways on good terms.

And you couldn’t fault the pair for that. Doing right by themselves and their daughter was very amicable.

Matt had told both you and Alex downstairs that he would be moving out of their house and he was going to find somewhere relatively close by. So, he could both give Breana her space, but he would be still be close to Amelia.

Alex had offered for him to stay in your house for a while which matt seemed very grateful for, which when she told Breana about it, she also thanked you for doing.

You made a point of telling her though, that just because Matt was your childhood friend didn’t for a second mean that you were never going to speak to her again. You told her point blank that she meant a lot to you and that she couldn’t get rid of you easily so she shouldn’t try to.

Something which made her laugh and you were glad the call ended on a happy note.

After you discarded your phone though, you just sat and thought for a few minutes as you continued to wipe the stay tears away. But the more you thought about it, the more the whole thing upset you.

Never for a second would you have thought that Matt and Breana would get a divorce. They were such a loved-up couple and seemed truly happy with each other.

And that scared you to death.

Because you didn’t ever want to fall out of love with Alex. And the possibility of that happening to you truly terrified you.

So, with your mind going on overdrive about that, you got yourself quite worked up. Thankfully, your bedroom was like a safe haven though so you could cry as much as you liked in there.

Alex walked into your bedroom to find you sat at the desk, weeping into your hands.

“Y/N/N” He said softly to get your attention, once he’d closed the bedroom door.

You pick your head up out of your hands, and Alex saw how puffy your eyes had become. It hurt his heart seeing you like that.

You got up out of your seat wiping your tears away as you walked towards him, craving to be held by him.

“I’m sorry, I just can’t stop crying” you said to Alex feeling bad.

“It’s okay. Come here” Alex said stretching his arms out towards you.

You walked into them and Alex kissed you on your head as you cried into his chest as you hold onto him tightly. After crying for a good few minutes, Alex sat himself down on the bed and pulled you onto him, so you were straddling his lap.

“Hey hey hey” Alex softly says trying to get your attention and getting your messy hair out of your face.

Both his palms rested on your cheeks and his thumbs were wiping away your tears as he looked into your glossy eyes.

“Breathe” Alex told you and you nodded closing your eyes and started taking in long shaky breaths.

Once you were slightly calmer and the tears started falling less frequently, you tried to speak to him. You were face to face and you were looking in Alex’s lovely chocolate eyes.

“I’m sorry” You said in a squeaky voice, trying to swallow the lump in your throat.

“Hey shh” Alex calmed you, wiping another tear that fell.

Your eyes looked gorgeous right now, but he wished you weren’t upset. He just wanted to make your pain go away. He wanted you to be crying happy tears to make your eyes sparkle like they were doing.

“You don’t need to apologise” Alex said softly, and you took another shaky breath.

“I do, because you should be looking after Matt right now, but instead you’re in here looking after me” You said in a strangled voice and a few more tears fell.

“Ey no. You’re my girl, taking care of you is my job. And Matt’s asleep downstairs, it’s okay” He tells you and you nod, pressing your lips together to hold back a sob.

Alex could feel your lip threatening to tremble and it broke his heart.

He’d never seen you this upset. Ever.

In the 18 years that he’d been your friend he’d never seen you like this.

He could tell you wanted to say something, but he could somehow feel that you were holding it back.

“What you thinking?” Alex almost pleaded with you to tell him.

His hands fell from your face and rested on your hips to give you a bit of space, if you needed it, but he made sure to keep you close. He didn’t want you upset like this feeling alone.

“I’m gunna sound like a right bitch now but please don’t take it that way Al” You start by saying as you wipe your face with your sleeve.

“What is it love” he asked you, letting you take your time with your words.

You look another shaky breath before asking him, “Are you happy? With me?”

Alex didn’t even need a second to answer you.

He looked you straight in your eyes and said, “Yes. Y/N you make me the happiest man on the planet every day. Do you think you don’t make me happy? Do I not make you happy?”

“No Al, that’s not what I meant by it. You make me the happiest I’ve ever been, I swear” You tell him panicking a bit.

You loved him completely. He had your heart.

“What do you mean baby? Why did you think I wasn’t happy?” Alex asks you as you wipe some more tears away.

You took a moment to make yourself stop crying. You took a shaky breath and told him in a strained voice looking anywhere other than his face “I don’t, I just don’t wanna go through that Al”

“Go through what?”

“A divorce like that. And I know we aren’t married or whatever, but the thought of not being with you makes me feel sick” You tell him with tears spilling again.

“And I know that sounds really selfish right now, but I just want you to know that I see a future with you and the thought of ever going through what Matt’s going though, with you, makes me feel ill” You begin to tell him.

You continue on to bare your heart to him, “I love you. More than I’ve ever loved anyone and I’m so happy with you… I wanna be happy like we are for the rest of our lives Alex so just please… If I piss you off, or if you ever hate me for anything, or you have something in your mind telling you something’s wrong... Please just tell me because I love you with all of my heart… And I’ll do anything to keep us this happy”

You take a shaky breath when you finish your declaration of love to him and throughout it you didn’t stop wiping your tears away. You wanted him to know you were deadly serious and the eye contact that you maintained with him as you said it, told him that that you were being 100% genuine.

He already knew that anyway as you’d never lie to him.

“Y/N/N” Alex sighs with a soft smile, before he cups your face again and pulls you in for a soft but stern kiss. His kisses you a few times and he can taste your tears, but he knows the kiss will help you in a way that his words can’t.

When Alex pulls away, he looks you in the eye before he speaks from the heart.

“Y/N, I love you so fucking much… It actually hurts me to not be able to explain how much I actually love you. Like my heart hurts right now because I can’t tell you how much you physically mean to me” Alex tells you feeling the ache in his chest.

His eyes had also started to slowly gather water as he continued to tell you his feelings.

“You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me and I don’t ever, ever want to let you go. You don’t have to worry about another messy break up or even a divorce because I’m here for good. I don’t want another heartbreak and by the sounds of it you don’t either”

You smile at him and shake your head, “No I really don’t. I just wanna be with you and be as happy as we have been”

“So do I, baby. I swear” Alex also smiles.

“Please promise me that well just talk to each other about everything… Because, we’re not stupid, we know will have arguments over stupid stuff and probably some big stuff too, but I can’t ever think of not loving you anymore. I wanna be and I will be in love with you for the rest of my life. So please just promise you’ll talk to me?” You pretty much beg him.

“I promise you Y/N/N, because that’s how I want it to be. I wanna marry you one day and I want you to be mine forever. I want you to know I’m yours forever” Alex tells you as tears trickle down his face to.

And this time it’s your turn to wipe them away. “I love you” You tell him with a smile.

“I love you too baby” He smiles and brings your lips back to his.

This time you can taste his tears too and your fairly certain yours are still running down your face. The kisses last a long while. They aren’t heated, they all just hold so much passion within them that you don’t want them to stop.

You both knew they weren’t leading to anything sexual because neither of you were in the mood for that today. You were just both emotionally drained and just needed something to keep the other going for a bit longer.

When you both pulled away you were completely drained. Of both energy and tears. Your lips were swollen, as well as your eyes from crying all day and Alex’s eyes were red too now.

“I love you” You croak out again, but Alex shushes you with his finger on your lips.

“No more crying today” He smiles, which made you chuckle.

“Okay” You whisper with a smile and a nod.

“I wanna go shower” You say to him after a second, feeling completely disgusting. You could feel the dried tears on your cheeks and you just felt like you needed to relax.

“Okay love” Alex smiled at you before pecking your lips once more. “I love you too” He tells you and you smile.

The both of you stand up and you give Alex the biggest hug and he hugs you back the tightest he ever had. The last 15 minutes had been emotional for you both and you think that you both couldn’t wait for night-time to fall.

The rest that you both craved would soon be there but you both needed to be there for Matt. In every way that you could.

You let go of Alex and release a deep breath. “Right. I’ll be down in twenty minutes” You tell him, and Alex doesn’t question you.

He nods before kissing you again and afterwards he reiterates, “I love you”

“I love you too” You smile at him and giggle as he pushes you towards the bathroom.

“I’ll be in the lounge when you’re ready” Alex tells you and you nod before you enter the bathroom.

You blow him a like kiss and say, “We’ll get him back to being Matt” You promise both yourself and Alex.

You both could see that he wasn’t himself earlier. Not that you expected him to be, but you would both do everything in your power to make it, so he was his old cheerful self again.

“We will” Alex nods to you before you both head in separate directions.

And you both did get Matt back to his usual self. It took a long while and it wasn’t easy but by Summertime he was doing well. Apparently, the couple hadn’t been in love with each other for a long while before they told anyone which meant that getting them both back out there when the time was right was a little easier.

So, when it came to Matt and Breana seeing other people it didn’t take as long as it usually would have. But in every relationship, it took different people different times to bounce back.

And they had both gone around it the right way and there was no cheating taking place because they were again single now. Lies and deception always hurt people more than the truth usually, so you were glad they had gone about everything in the right way.

Breana had been wanting to go out with you a bit whilst Matt and Alex were away in the spring on their first leg of the Tranquillity Base Hotel and Casino tour, which you happy joined her doing so. You were quite the wing woman for her as you were sure Alex was being for Matt whilst they were away.

In fact, by the time the boys were home for a break between legs of the tour, Breana was speaking to someone who was making her really happy. And you were thrilled to see her like that, as you were thrilled to see Matt who looked amazing when he’d come back home.

Matt stayed with you for two months before he found himself a decent sized apartment that was slightly further into the city. The place was really nice and you, Alex, and Miles had all helped him move in and did the place up for him.

So, you were sure that he would have no issues taking ladies he would meet back there with him now he’d slept about a bit on tour. Something which wasn’t particularly uncommon for people to do after breakups, so you encouraged him with whatever he chose to do.

Alex seemed to tell you though that nearer the end of the tour the women leaving various hotel rooms became less frequent which you guessed was good. At least he’d got it out of his system whilst he’d been away.

So, by the time Y/B/F came over for her annual summer visit, everything was pretty settled. The divorce announcement went out around march which of course drew some attention to the band, but most people were just excited for the new album.

Which you and Y/B/F were obviously over the moon about. You’d heart Alex play about with some of the songs on the piano upstairs a few times when he wanted your opinion on it, and you loved it.

Your man was very very clever at writing lyrics and creating the most amazing music. You truly loved the new album, you thought it was the cleverest one yet lyrically and you could tell Alex and all the other boys were really proud of it too.

You were also really proud of Miles. Not only because his new album was out, but also because he had recently just made things official with his new girlfriend.

Unfortunately, Y/B/F and Miles never became anything serious, but they were still good friends and she was really happy for him when he told her that he was seeing someone. You were surprised she took it so well but then she said that she was truly okay after it.

Currently, Miles was back home in the UK doing his tour, before the festivals kicked off properly, which both him and the Monkeys were doing pretty much the same ones together. You were excited to go around with them to some of the new places that you hadn’t yet been when you got the time off work.

Breana had just taken Amelia away to her Mum’s for a month, meaning that Matt was around your place a lot again because he was bored (he usually stayed over a lot too). Breana in herself was doing really well and she introduced Matt to the guy she was seeing before she went away (not that the guy went to her Mums with her) but it was nice to see that they were both respecting each other.

You didn’t think that the guy she was seeing had got as far as to meet Amelia yet, but afterwards when Matt talked with her about him, he apparently said that he seems nice and if she wanted to let Amelia meet him, she could.

Y/B/F once again back staying in your old bedroom, so your days were kept busy either working from home or entertaining her, which was great. You were glad your job was a more relaxed one and if you wanted to you could do bits from home. So when she came over, it made life a lot easier because you didn’t want to abandon her.

You truly loved it when she came over. Every time she came, she brought a new dynamic with her.

And as it turned out, this time seemed to be the most memorable of her coming over.

You, Alex, Matt and Y/B/F were all sat in the lounge having a few drinks, after just finishing off a Chinese takeout. You were all chatting away about a load of different topics that came into people’s minds.

The topics ranged from the tour, to new music, to Y/B/F wanting to move out here (something that she was seriously considering doing), to Matt’s new apartment, to Matt’s relationship status.

“Come on Matt, you’re such a Dilf! You need to get back out there” You tell him truthfully.

Matt chuckles at that comment, just double checking with you though, “Did you just call me a Dilf?”

Y/B/F was hysterically laughing next to him on the other sofa as Alex was sat next to you on the other one. You’d won the spot on the settee tonight, so you were very happy.

“What does that even mean?” Alex looked to you and ask.

You glanced at your, so behind the times, fiancé and shook your head. You pressed your lips together to try and control the big smile that wanted to make its way onto your face.

You cooed him, “Oh Hunny, you don’t wanna know”

He just gave you a confused look before your attention moved back to your friends on the other settee.

“She’s right though” Y/B/F tells Matt, agreeing with your comment and nudges Matt.

You gesture to your best friend and nod to her as a thank you for the back up, “See Matt… It’s not just me. You need to get back out there”

“I’ve been back out there” Matt tells you, even though he knew full well that you’d been checking up on him throughout the tour.

“You know I don’t just mean like a night thing Matt. You were so goo-“ You begin tell him before you’re rudely interrupted.

Alex pulls you down onto his lap, so your top half is lay across his lap as he playfully says, “Why do you wanna fuck my best friend when your engaged to me?”

You burst out laughing seeing his phone in his hand and seeing urban dictionary page open on it. You laugh so loudly you can only just get your words out in between your laughs, “I can’t believe… You just googled… What Dilf just meant”

“I can’t believe you wanna fuck Matthew when your meant to be marrying me” Alex chuckles down at you, as you still giggle away in his lap.

Matt and Y/B/F laugh at the scene playing out in front of them too.

“I’ve always wanted to fuck Matthew but thought it may have risked something ever starting between us, so I didn’t, because I fancied you more” You sit up and tell your boyfriend honestly.

Alex looks towards you with a playful glint in his eyes but to the onlookers in the room it appears to be a look of betrayal. Alex scoffs at you and you grin and kiss his cheek, missing his goatee, before you turn back to the other people in the room to reiterate your point.

“But no, Matt, I’m being serious. You used to be so good at chatting up girls back home. If you would have chatted me up back then I definitely would have said yes so just do what you did back then” You encourage him.

“Matt, do you want her because I think she wants you more than me mate” Alex says from your side and you chuckle.

You look to your fiancé, who looks completely done with you, and tell him, “Al, if you would’ve tried to seduce me back then, I’m sure we would be long married by now”

“Well it worked didn’t it? Because you’re here now” Alex said rather cockily.

You raised your eyebrows at him, “You didn’t seduce me Alex, I missed out on that part”

“What do you mean ‘I didn’t seduce you’? I literally got you to be my girlfriend after two weeks of you staying with me” He practically scoffed, as if it was obvious.

“Please” You roll your eyes a bit, “We only made it official whilst I was still on holiday because we were both drunk and horny as fuck, so we just shagged”

His jaw drops at that. He couldn’t believe you were denying his attempts at seducing you.

You’re having none of his lies though. So you get back up, “Even Matt can vouch for that, because we didn’t put each other down the night we shagged”

“It was revolting” Matt told Y/B/F and you looked towards him with furrowed eyebrows.

“Oh shush, you enjoyed it” You play before you look back towards your man, “And we definitely wouldn’t have made it official that quickly if that didn’t happen”

“But I’d asked you on the date the day before that happened, so it was gunna happen” Alex tries to maintain an argument.

“Yeah but I wasn’t going to shag you straight away Alex” You say seriously, and he raises his eyebrows at you, giving a look of complete disbelief.

“Y/B/F tell him” You say before turning to look back at her, “When I actually liked someone, I didn’t just sleep with them straight away did I?”

“Never on the first date” She grins and Alex chuckles beside you.

“Don’t even suggest it was on the second because it wasn’t” You say sternly.

Y/B/F smiled, “No, you were good, to be fair. If it was someone you actually liked, and it wasn’t just a rebound thing, it was a good month or so before penetration happened”

Matt burst out laughing at the way she put it. You just released a little embarrassed laugh before you hid behind your hair a little bit.

“Awh Y/N/N, you’re so cute” Alex said hugging you into his side.

“I know I am” You say before looking around at him again, his arm still remained around you though.

“You don’t even know how nervous I was the morning after though. I thought you were just going to be like ‘That was alright now bye, see you when I never come back to Sheffield’” You tell him honestly.

Until he actually said that he liked you too, you were really nervous about that happening.

“How could you even think that?” Matt says dramatically, making you and Alex look back towards him, “He’s been obsessed with you since we were sixteen”

“Well how was I meant to know that Matthew?” You give him a pointed look.

Matt then sighs before putting his bottle of beer between his legs so he could start counting up on his fingers, “The fact that you were always invited around maybe? Invited to every gig? He always walked you back home? That all of us lads made every excuse that it was your house we would go around to when it was raining? And you were even invited on the first official tour?”

“Oh yeah and at the end of that tour when you came back from America and he’d started seeing Alexa, it really seemed like he wanted me then” You say defending your past self for being oblivious.

“Don’t be bitter about Alexa. Yeah, she was sly about you, but it wasn’t her fault Alex was a pussy” Y/B/F jokes and you laugh when you see Alex stick two fingers up at her.

She and Matt just giggle before you lean back into your fiancé a bit more, getting yourself comfy. You felt his beard prickle the top of your head as he pressed a kiss against it.

“I’m not bitter about her at all, I really liked her at the time. And she inspired some banging tunes… I’m glad I didn’t go out with him until now” You say before leaning the top of your head against Alex’s jaw before you pat his cheek from your awkward position on the settee.

“Yeah that’s true. We wouldn’t have Secret Door or Arabella” Y/B/F reiterates.

“You are aware Arabella was about Arielle, not Alexa, right?” Matt grins beside your best friend and she playfully shoves his shoulder.

Your best friend grins at him whilst pretending to be annoyed saying, “Right Matt, how about I tell you things about the four of you that you don’t even know?”

Matt grins back at her saying, “Try your best darling, your sources won’t be fact checked”

“When she’s my source?” She confidently says back before pointing at you and taking a sip of her wine.

“Y/NNN” Matt draws your name out as he looks back towards you. You smile to show him your listening, and it prompts him to continue, “You know that conversation we had way back when, that what happens on tour stays on tour, did you stick to that?”

You change the subject right back to what it was immediately. “So yeah Alex, I’m glad I go with you later, because if not, they wouldn’t have had that fitting song on Love Island if it wasn’t for you writing that song about Arielle”

The other three people in the room laughed at your attempt at distraction and thankfully Y/B/F helps you out at keeping Matt off that other topic.

“Yeah but you wouldn’t have got the rest of AM if it wasn’t for you so” Y/B/F pointed out with a grin.

“Stop itttt” You whine before hiding yourself into Alex’s body.

He just sat there and chuckled, letting you hide into him like an embarrassed schoolgirl who’d just been caught kissing someone.

You didn’t like to be reminded your favourite songs were about you. You’d told no one that Cornerstone was about you. Not even Y/B/F and you were certain Alex hadn’t told any of the lads.

And things would be remaining that way.

The rest of the night was spent making jokes and chatting each other’s ears off until Alex fell tired. Of course, you weren’t surprised by this.

A combination of an early morning and alcohol in Alex’s body made him more susceptible to falling asleep on the settee. Something which you hated because it was always a ball ache to wake him up and get him to come up the stairs with you.

So, before he fell properly asleep you sent him to bed.

“Get some rest, I hear it’s your day to make food tomorrow” Y/B/F smirks as Alex tiredly walks towards the stairs.

“I fucking hate that we made that weekday rule” Alex mumbles to himself but you just giggle.

“Goodnight my love” You say before blowing him a kiss which he doesn’t attempt to catch, he just smiles before blowing one back at you and heading up the stairs.

You’d take that.

About an hour later when you and Y/B/F had finished off your shared bottle of wine you said retired up to bed too. You weren’t really tired yet, but you were getting there.

So, you left the other two downstairs after asking Matt which bedroom he was staying in tonight, just so you knew. It wasn’t uncommon for him to stay over so he always ended up picking the same room that was pretty much on the opposite side of the house, compared to your’s and Alex’s.

You said goodnight to them before making your way up the stairs and as silently as you could you made your way into your bedroom. Alex was lightly snoring away when you got in there and you could tell he was really tired.

Usually when you both went to bed you would chat for a while, but it wasn’t so bad seeing Alex like this either. He looked so cute these days, despite having his new goatee which made him look a little older.

You’d grown to love it as much as you loved the hair on the top of his head. You hated that he pulled off every single style he went for, and it was completely effortless.

You get yourself changed into your pyjamas silently, assuring you didn’t disturb your sleeping beauty and once you’d been to the bathroom, you got yourself into bed. Something which you thought you managed to do without waking Alex up, but as soon as you settled yourself on your side, you felt him roll onto his side before pulling you back into his chest.

You smiled him being cute and you carried on reading the book you had bought on your phone. You would say you did that for around an hour, until you felt the need for a drink of water.

The alcohol you’d previously had made your throat a little dry, so you unfortunately had to get yourself up. You picked up Alex’s hand, that was hugging you to him, placed a kiss on the back of it before gently moving it from around you.

When you got yourself up you did a little stretch before you made your way out of the room, once Alex had settled himself again. This time he’d rolled onto his back again and was back lightly snoring away quickly.

You’d forgot to stock up the little mini fridge with water bottles, so you headed downstairs to get yourself one.

You silently walked down the hall to the stairs until you stopped dead in your tracks to make sure you weren’t hearing things. You’d just made it to the top of the stairs and was about to descend until you heard a bed creaking and Y/B/F’s muffled moans.

Your jaw dropped to the ground.

For a split second, you thought that she’d called up Miles to come over, but you remembered that he now had a girlfriend and he was back in Liverpool. Which meant that the only guy Y/B/F actually knew over here was Matt.

Y/B/F and Matt were shagging in your old bedroom.

You abandoned your plan for a drink before hastily running back to your room, silently screaming. You were so happy that this was happening, you couldn’t even lie.

You shut your bedroom door quietly before you let out the tiniest squeal and jumped over Alex on the bed.

Alex jumped awake and you felt the sleep actually jolt out of him and his tired eyes were now wide looking at you like you were crazy. To be honest, you didn’t blame him, you must have looked like a right freak, but you were too excited to care.

Once Alex realised that everything was fine, he blinked a few times before he tiredly rubbed his eyes as he said, “Right if you’re waking me up for sex Y/N/N, I thought we agreed the best way to do that would be with your mouth, not you actually jumping on my body. That’s not what ‘jump your bones’ means”

Despite him saying that he raised his hands, so they landed on your hips and he made an effort to begin to lift up your top. You quickly swatted his hands away though and he gave you a look of confusion.

“What’s up with you?” Alex chuckled looking at you above him.

“Matt and Y/B/F. They are shagging” You told him before covering your mouth and squealing slightly.

“No” Alex said with wide eyes. Very clearly shocked.

You nodded down at him before you covered your mouth and lent down against his chest and squealed into him like he was your pillow. This was actually mad, you never expected this.

“How do you know?” Alex asked you and you sat back up.

“I could hear them near the stairs” You told him.

His eyes were wide, probably in both shock and because he’d been woken up by a jump scare.

“I did not see that one coming” Alex told you and you could see that he truly never expected this to happen either.

“Same, but I’m happy about it. Aren’t you?” You asked him.

You were happy for Y/B/F but, by god, you were extremely happy for Matt.

Alex nodded up to you with a smile, but you could see it grew tired again. You felt the need to call him out on something then.

“Did you literally only wake yourself up at bit then because you thought we were going to have sex?” You playfully grin.

Alex then gave you a half dirty look before defending himself, “Don’t want to disappoint you my love, the twice a day thing lasted a solid year, but it’s been a minute”

To be fair it had been a little while since you’d had sex twice in one day. You just were never really alone anymore, partly because of Matt staying and now Y/B/F. You still got your morning sex though, so it wasn’t so bad.

“Because you’re old now” You say in jest, with a teasing smile

“It was your birthday last week, you’re just as old as me darling” Alex plays back, a smirk now on those lips.

You decide to play a bit more, “I don’t look older than I actually am though” You even have the air on his chin a little scratch just so his tired mind didn’t have to work so hard to understand the point you were making.

“You love my beard” Alex says furrowing his eyes.

You shrug at him before you peck his lips, “I can live with or without it”

You then climb off it to lie yourself down next to him again. You turned yourself onto your side, so your back was once again facing him, and you heard him scoff.

“Didn’t hear you complaining about it this morning when it was between your legs” Alex said, and you felt him turn himself over, so he was facing your back.

You grin a little at that. You knew exactly what was about to happen now. Y/B/F wasn’t going to be the only one getting some tonight.

You just shrug again before saying, “I don’t recall complaining when it wasn’t there either”

Faking your disinterest seemed to work a treat, because the next thing you knew you were biting back moans and desperately pulling on your fiancés hair as he made a point of showing you how good his beard actually was.

~*~*~*~

The next evening you walked into the kitchen, leaving Matt and Y/B/F in the lounge, and wrapped your arms around Alex’s waist as he cooked dinner for you all.

“You okay?” He asks you.

You nod against his back and say, “Yep” before you release him and jump up on the counter so you could watch him cook.

After a minute, you ask him in a hushed tone, “Has Matt mentioned anything to you?”

Alex looked up to you and smiled before shaking his head.

“Nothing” He told you and you shook your own head in disappointment.

You couldn’t believe they were keeping it a secret. You’d literally been tiptoeing around the subject all day hoping she’d tell you, but you’d got nothing.

“Has Y/B/F said anything?” Alex asked you and you shook your head.

“Nah nothing, I’ve literally been pushing for the conversation about it but she’s not saying anything” You tell him, pouting your lip a little.

“Don’t look all upset. They might just wanna keep it to themselves for a bit” Alex said, and you understood but you sighed.

You try and not see it that way, but your best friend told you everything. Sometimes even before things happened with someone, she would say that she thought it was going too.

She was never shy about her feelings; you didn’t understand why she was being secretive about what she was up to now.

You sigh, “But I told her literally the next day about us… Why keep it a secret? We didn’t and we were fine”

“Y/N, it would have been a bit hard for us to keep it a secret. We were literally getting off with each other all night and they all knew it was gunna happen” Alex fairly pointed out as he stirred the pasta.

“Yeah but even so, we wouldn’t have hidden it… I could have waited till I was back home to tell her about us, but I didn’t, I told her the next day. And there’s no way you wouldn’t have told Matt, or Miles” You say and raise your eyebrows for the last point.

He liked to think he wasn’t a gossiper, but there was no way he wouldn’t have told those two.

“I’d of liked to keep us locked in this house for days alone Y/N/N you know that” Alex tells you and you do believe it was true.

You smirk as you say, “Yeah but you gave your friends keys so they could come and tease us every five seconds”

Alex just laughed at that, before abandoning the food for a minute so he could come and talk to you. You through your arms around his neck as he spoke to you.

“I don’t know why they’re hiding it love… Maybe they aren’t like us. Maybe they regret it and want to forget” Alex said whilst he stood between your legs and his arms went around your waist.

“Why would she regret shagging Matt?” You said and you giggled as Alex raised his eyebrows at you.

“Oh shut it. You know what I mean… He’s nice he’s good looking, he’s talented, and he’s apparently a good shag. Why would she regret that?” You say.

Breana had been pretty open with you about hers and Matt’s sex life, and it seemed pretty good

“I’m sorry do you want me to get him to be your fiancé instead” Alex asked you before he looked over his shoulder and half shouted, “Hey matt”

“Shut up” You giggle, slapping Alex’s shoulder and he laughed turning back to you.

“You know I love you” You tell him.

“I’m just saying I don’t see a reason why either of them would regret it. And I know you know Y/B/F is a good shag too. I even heard Miles tell you that” You laugh, and Alex laughs too.

“I don’t know. Why don’t we just see how long they keep it a secret for? Could place a bet, make it fun” Alex suggested, and you laughed.

“You’re on. I’ll have it out of her in less than a week” You grin.

“I feel like you’ve forgot how private Matt is” Alex says giving you a questioning look.

You sigh before laying out the stakes, “Fine then, less than a week I win and more than a week you win”

“What do I win?” Alex asked with raised eyebrows.

“You can win whatever you want because it’s not gunna happen” You giggle.

“Oh good. I’m gunna make you do something dirty” Alex said, and you shook your head with a giggle.

You smile as you say, “We have been together three years Alex. What else can you possibly come up with?”

“I’ll have a google don’t worry” He grins, and you laugh before kissing his lips a few times.

~*~*~*~

2 weeks had passed. And nothing had come out yet. Much to your disappointment.

Alex was buzzing though, but you’d told him that he couldn’t claim his winnings until the truth was out.

You still didn’t understand why it wasn’t out though, as the couple was still getting at it when they thought the two of you wouldn’t notice. They had also started going out together but making up shitty excuses.

Like right now, you Alex and Matt were sat on the settee’s and Y/B/F walked into the room now wearing a cute navy dress that reached her mid-thigh. Much different than the shorts and baggy top she was wearing earlier before she’d gone and showered.

“You ready?” Matt asked her and she nodded with an innocent smile.

You probably would have believed it if you didn’t know what was going on.

“Where are you going?” Alex asks them as innocently as possible.

You had a good pokerface in these kinds of situations, but Alex had to do the digging for you in this situation. It was leaving you too shocked.

“I’m gunna show her around the city. See where we end up” Matt said before grabbing his and standing up.

They both started walking towards the front door of your house when Alex replied.

“Okay, have fun” Alex said from the other settee and your jaw was hanging open. Thankfully hidden behind the back of the sofa you were on.

“See you later” Y/B/F called from near the front door and Matt hastily opened the door and closed it with a thud behind him.

You turned, with your jaw still agape, to look at Alex and he smiled at you.

“I can’t believe it. They just left to go on a fucking date and she’s still not fucking told me” You say feeling yourself get yourself but annoyed and slightly hurt by it.

“Y/N/N don’t be stupid. They are going for a drive and probably dogging” Alex says in hopes to make you laugh but he can already tell that you weren’t amused.

You pout, “I’m sick of it”

“Don’t be… Do you realise what this means?” Alex asks you with a playful smile.

But you didn’t pick up on it as you sighed, “That my best friend hates me and doesn’t trust me enough to tell me she’s shagging my other mate?”

“No Y/N/N. It means we have the house to ourselves”

You look to him at that point and see exactly what he’d hinting at. “Alex don’t even play”

“I’m not playing” He shakes his head. He’d deadly serious.

“Good” You say as you get yourself up off your sofa and move over to him so you can straddle his lap.

Hopefully he could distract you from this too.

~*~*~*~

After another week had passed, you completely lost your patience.

Alex could see it had been coming for a few days, as you were getting more hurt by the fact it was being kept a secret each day.

So, when you blew up in front of everyone, Alex was the only one not surprised by it.

You were all in the lounge, like usual, and you stood up and started pacing. So, Alex knew exactly what was coming.

Both Matt and Y/B/F looked to each other confused by your actions before Y/B/F asked, “Are you alright Y/N/N?”

You shook your head before you stopped pacing and asked her, “Do you not trust me or something?”

Your best friend looked at you like you’d gone crazy, obviously not understanding why you were having a mini meltdown.

So, you continue, “Do you have a new best friend that you tell your secrets to?”

“Woah Y/N, what are you on about?” She asks you defensively.

“I’m on about you and Matt shagging and not telling me” You say gesturing between them.

Both of their eyes widen at that fact that you just said it outright and Alex just smiled to himself before taking a sip of his tea. He knew how fuming you were, so he was just watching this play out like it was a scene in a bad teen drama.  

“Why are you both looking at me like that?” You asked, shocked by their own shock.

“You aren’t very subtle about it. You go out together all the time, which I bet are dates, but Alex thinks you’re dogging” You say pointing to your fiancé who was just keeping his amusement to himself, “And Y/B/F I lived in the next room from you for a solid five years. I know when your shagging someone”

You let out a breath, before letting all your anger about the situation dissipate.

“I just really wanted to talk to my friend about her shagging someone who she’s fancied since she was twenty-two” You say honestly, and Y/B/F could see the hurt in your eyes over the situation.

You just wanted to hug your best friend and have a good catch up like you used to when she started seeing someone.

Y/B/F was about to say something when Matt turned to her and ask her, “You’ve fancied me since you were twenty-two?”

“Matt I’d be quiet” Alex warns him.

Y/B/F ignores Matt’s question and “I’m sorry I just didn’t want you to hate me because I’m seeing another one of your friends. And I didn’t want you to throw me out of your house”

“Are you joking?” You say a little hurt that she would think you wouldn’t support her decisions. You look to your fiancé, “Alex tell her how excited I was”

“She jumped on me and woke me up” Alex tells them truthfully.

“Bet you were pleased” Matt grins at his best mate.

Alex shakes his head before telling him, “You owe me a bottle of whisky”

“Why?” Matt asks completely confused, whilst Y/B/F gets up to go and hug her best friend.

“Because I need alcohol when I have to deal with her being mard” Alex says gesturing towards you.

As you hug your best friend, you turn a bit so you can glare at your boyfriend, “Call me mard again, and you won’t see your thirty third birthday”

“See what I mean” You heard him mumble before he took another sip of his tea.

You and Y/B/F pull out of the hug to look at each other and you assure her, “I’m just happy for the both of you and I wanted to chat to you about it”

“Well how about we go and chat now and leaves them idiot to prepare us some alcohol for when we come back” She suggests with a smile and you laugh, agreeing to her proposal.

~*~*~*~

The next day, Alex walks into the home office, that over the years, you had slightly taken over, with a smile on his face and his phone pressed to his ear. You were answering some emails and approving designs at the desk when he came and sat down in the chair opposite you.

“Thank you mate. Thanks. Bye” Alex finished off his phone call with a big smile on his face.

It got you intrigued, so you questioned, “Who was that?”

“That was our dear Roberto” He smiled at you before pulling his phone on the desk in front of you.

“We’re going to dinner?” You ask with a surprised look on your face.

Alex informs you of the plan “Matt has arranged a double date at our restaurant tonight”

“Awh that’s going to be lovely. I hope Roberto’s there all day” You say.

You still loved going out to that restaurant. Purely because of Roberto.

Yeah, the food was good, but Roberto was the one who made the place special.

“He is, but we won’t be seeing him” Alex tells you, which caused you to become confused.

“Why?” You ask, not understanding his logic.

“Because we aren’t going. Matt and Y/B/F just think we are” Alex tells you with a mischievous grin.  

After last night, Matt asked outright if he could steal your best friend to have a night in his apartment and she agreed so she’d been there all day.

“What?” You asked him, still not fully understanding.

“We’re gunna leave them to have a proper cute dinner date. That’s why I was on the phone to Roberto, I was getting the table changed from four people to two and he’s promised me he’ll work his magic on them two like he did for us”

“You’re cute” You smile at your fiancé.

Alex flutters his eyelashes a little before saying a soft, “I know”

You giggle a little and ask, “Can we have a takeout instead then?”

“Sure” Alex smiled, and you couldn’t wait.

Later in the day, the time came when Alex got the phone call from Matt to ask where you both were and you left him too it and you grabbed yours and Alex’s now empty plate, so you could wash it in the kitchen.

You listened in as best you could as you washed up and giggled when you could hear Alex laugh from the other room. After a few minutes you could hear his footsteps coming closer to you, so you put your plates on the draining board to dry and turned to look at your man.

“Well that’s what you’ll tell her, that we put petrol instead of diesel in the car”

Alex grinned at you as he said down the phone. “Bye, have fun on your date”

He then put his phone in his pocket before walking towards you. He stopped when he was just in front of you and his grin stayed on his cute face.

“Why are you looking so smug?” You asked, looking up at him with a big smile.

“Just getting my best friend back for something” Alex said before wrapping you up into a big hug.

He was looking so cheery. It was really cute.

Alex nuzzled his nose into your neck, and you smiled at how cute he was being.

You should have known it wouldn’t last long.

He looked up to you and smirks, “Now about that bet that I won” before attaching his lips to yours.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

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violetwolfraven · 4 years

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Marked For You

((Am I writing a post-strike javid soulmates AU with several background ships? Possibly! No one asked for this but y’all can’t stop me.))

...

Davey liked to think that being among the Newsies, he was bolder than before. He didn’t scare as easily and he wasn’t afraid to stand up for what he believed in or be himself unapologetically.

After all, that was what all the Newsies were; themselves. They didn’t care what each other thought, not that any of them ever seemed to seriously judge the others. Each Newsie was openly himself or herself, plain and simple.

This kind of unjudging openness that Davey knew and loved didn’t mean he wasn’t shocked as hell when he and some of the fellas were talking, like they did practically every day, and the conversation turned to soulmates and soulmarks.

Soulmarks were a stripe of color on the inside of your wrist, said to be the color that represented who your soulmate was on a fundamental level. Their soul-color.

Davey’s soulmark was a bright, clear blue, like the sky on a clear summer day.

To be fair, the person Davey had been before meeting the Newsies probably would have completely freaked out at what the fellas were talking about. Davey managed to only be moderately surprised and kind of confused.

Because Race was talking about how his soulmark was dark red, the same color as Spot’s favorite shirt, and it just represented him so well and—

“Hold up,” Davey interrupted, “Your soulmate is Spot Conlon?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“Are... are you sure?”

“Of course. Um... it’s not a new thing. We’s both known for months.”

All the fellas had guarded looks on their faces. Like they didn’t known how Davey was going to react and it scared them.

Davey had, of course, heard of people having same-sex soulmates. Most people seemed to regard it as wrong for some reason, but...

No one chose their soulmates. All scientists seemed to agree on that.

So why should something you had no control over be regarded as wrong, especially when soulmates were the kind of love that made each other happy?

Now that Davey was thinking about it, blue wasn’t a common color documented to represent a girl.

The idea of his soulmate being a boy didn’t freak him out as much as it probably should.

“I didn’t think the King of Brooklyn was the lovin’ type.”

Everyone visibly relaxed.

“You’d be surprised,” Race said with an uncharacteristically soft smile, “He kinda freaked out on me at first, but we talked it over after he got some time to process, we’s been together nearly a year now, and... he’s good to me.”

“He better be,” Romeo said, “Or Manhattan’d go to war.”

Albert snorted, “Half the Newsies of New York would. Racer, ya got a shit ton of friends.”

“Heh. True. There might actually be enough of ya to stand a chance against Brooklyn.”

“Bold of ya to assume half the Brooklyn boys wouldn’t be on your side,” Jojo pointed out.

Davey had to admit, he couldn’t think of a single Newsie who wouldn’t beat up someone stupid enough to break Race’s heart.

Ike shrugged, “Hotshot’d probably side with Spot. Sorry, Race. Oh! Davey, Hotshot’s mine, by the way.”

Ike showed his red soulmark, a brighter scarlet than Race’s. Hell, the thing was so bright, it practically glowed in the late afternoon sun.

Seeing Mike’s, which was electric blue, Davey wondered how he’d ever had trouble telling the twins apart.

Mike noticed him looking and grinned, throwing an arm around Jojo, who blushed a little. His soulmark was an almost-golden shade of yellow that Davey had to admit suited Mike well.

Of course, it did make him curious, how he’d always heard of people with same-sex soulmates as a rarity, an anomaly that barely ever happened.

And here was 6 that he knew personally. Probably more, now that he was thinking about it, looking back on the way certain pairs of his friends acted.

“How common is it?” he asked finally, “I always heard of same-sex soulmates as rare, but—“

Blink snorted, “It ain’t. Not as much as they’d have ya believe, anyhow.”

His fingers brushed over a mint green soulmark gently.

“Yeah, mine’s Finch,” Albert said, displaying a mark the color of sage.

Romeo grinned, showing his, which was an indigo halfway between blue and purple, “Take a guess.”

Looking back on casual touches that weren’t as hidden as they probably should be, for safety reasons, Davey realized that he was an idiot for not having realized it sooner.

“Specs?”

“Bingo! Ya got in in one!”

“And Blink... I’m guessin’... Mush?”

Blink shrugged sheepishly.

Davey really felt like an idiot for not fully registering until right now how defensive, tough Kid Blink was soft and gentle with Mush in a way he wasn’t with anyone—not even the littles.

“What about you?” Romeo asked, “Ya know who yours is, yet?”

Davey shrugged helplessly, “Your guess is as good as mine.”

“Well, show us the mark!” Ike urged, “We can’t guess if we don’t see the color!”

The others voiced their agreement until Davey extended his forearm towards them.

Honestly, his was probably the brightest and most defined of any of them, besides Ike’s.

Everyone went silent, and Davey knew his friends well enough to know that they weren’t quiet simply because they were thinking.

They knew something he didn’t.

“What?” he finally asked after a good 20 seconds.

“Ya really don’t see it?” Mike asked.

“I don’t think he does,” Albert admitted, stealing Race’s cigar.

Race stole the cigar back, “Tragic.”

“What do you all see that I don’t?”

“Ya know, it took me a while to figure out mine,” Jojo admitted, “I was raised to think lovin’ a boy would land ya in hell. But I still knew within a couple weeks, if ya don’t count how long it took me to accept it. Honestly, Davey, you’s known him for months. How haven’t ya realized yet?”

“You mean it’s one of the Newsies?”

Everyone groaned.

“Davey, who’s the one person who pops into your head when you think ‘bout love?” Romeo asked, “Just off the top of your head?”

Davey didn’t want to admit who his first thought was.

“I don’t know,” he lied, “In my defense, I didn’t even consider it bein’ a boy before today.”

“When ya find your soulmate, you know,” Blink said firmly, “It’s undeniable. Ya don’t know how ya know, but ya do. If you’s felt that and seen that color and still don’t know who it is, you’s the biggest dumbass in New York.”

Romeo swatted in Blink’s direction, “Lighten up, Blink. It’s cute in a frustratin’ kind of way.”

“Maybe we shouldn’t tell him,” Ike said mischeviously, “This is better’n watchin’ Race pine over Spot and yet not tell him that the light blue on his wrist is him.”

Race rolled his eyes, “Like you tellin’ Hotshot right outta the gate worked. He avoided ya for 6 months after findin’ out that stupid purple mark was you.”

“It ain’t that purple, Racer. It’s mostly blue.”

“Still don’t go with Brooklyn’s red shirts all that well.”

Davey ignored the others breaking up the budding argument in favor of trying to think. One face did pop into his mind whenever he thought about love, but there was no way he was that lucky.

“Think, Davey,” Jojo urged as soon as the group got back on track.

“Yeah,” Race agreed, “Who’s the one person with a soul like the sky?”

Davey really didn’t want to admit it, but he knew.

The sky was always there when you looked up to see it as Jack Kelly was always there for his friends when they needed him.

“Jack,” he whispered, and the others grinned.

“So, what are ya waitin’ for?” Mike asked, “Go get the boy!”

“I can’t,” Davey protested, “He might be my soulmate, but there’s no way I’m his! He’s courted Sarah and Katherine!”

“That ain’t how it works, Davey,” Blink said, “Yeah, Jack courted Katherine and Sarah, but do ya really think that periwinkle stripe on Kath’s wrist is for him? Or the pinkish-red on Sarah’s, huh? That’s real Jack-like, is it?”

“Just cause Sarah or Kath ain’t Jack’s soulmate doesn’t mean his is a boy,” Davey pointed out, “Jack doesn’t even like boys!”

Albert rolled his eyes, “Ya really think that?”

“I know he don’t.”

“Davey, let me tell ya somethin’,” Ike said, “Just cause Jack likes girls don’t mean he doesn’t like boys. It ain’t gotta be one or the other.”

“Ya think I only flirt with one?” Romeo asked.

Now that Davey was thinking about it, Romeo and Race pretty much flirted with everyone.

Race laughed, “I don’t think we’s ever told him that Jack and Spot was a thing, did we?”

“They what now?”

“It didn’t last long,” Romeo laughed, “Barely a week, and I thinks it was just angrily makin’ out, but it happened.”

“That was a weird week,” Jojo agreed.

“He had a crush on Specs a few years ago,” Ike added, “That was ‘fore Romeo came along, of course.”

Mike started laughing even harder than he already was, making Jojo smile all sappy at him, “I remember that!”

Davey tried to process this new information.

“Point is,” Blink said, “Jack likes girls and boys. And we’s known him a lot longer than you.”

“The color on his wrist definitely ain’t for Kath or Sarah,” Race summed up.

“What... what is it?”

Race patted his knee, “For that answer, you’ll have to ask Jackie Boy, himself.”

“Ask me what?”

The other boys exchanged delighted glances as Jack walked in, a bit of paint on his cheek from spending some time at Medda’s theatre.

“Look at the time,” Jojo said, ignoring the fact that he did not have a watch, “I think we’d best be gettin’ to bed.”

Mike raised an eyebrow suggestively, making Jojo swat his arm in exasperation, but the two of them left in the same direction, hand in hand.

“Just remembered,” Race said, popping to his feet, “I told Spot I’d spend the night in Brooklyn. Gotta go if I wanna not be walkin’ in the dark.”

“Mind if I come with?” Ike asked.

“The more the merrier! I’m sure Hotshot’ll be happy to see ya.”

“Make good choices,” Jack said pointedly, but he didn’t stop them, indicating that those pairings really had been going on for a while.

God, how many times had Ike or Race or both blatantly said they were going to Brooklyn when they left a card game or hangout? How was Davey just noticing this now?

Blink, Albert, and Romeo quickly made up bullshit excuses to leave.

Davey didn’t miss how Romeo mouthed a quick ‘good luck’ to him as he went out the door.

Unfortunately, neither did Jack.

“So, what’s that about?” he asked, seeming more amused than suspicious or anything.

“We was just talkin’ about something,” Davey said, feeling strangely awkward.

“What kind of somethin’?”

“Um... soulmates. That kind of thing.”

“Oh.”

The air between them was charged suddenly.

“What about ‘em?” Jack asked, sitting down next to Davey.

“Um...” Davey took a deep breath, “About how they think they know who mine is.”

Jack didn’t look him in the eye, and his response was almost too quiet to hear.

“Who?”

For some reason, Davey couldn’t outright just say it.

He turned his wrist so that Jack could see his mark, bright, vibrant blue.

He thought maybe something like recognition flashed through the other boy’s eyes.

“It’s someone who’s always there when the people he loves need him,” Davey said softly, “You know how you can always look up and see the sky if ya need to? He’s like that.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. It’s one of the things I like most about him.”

“What if he wasn’t?” Jack muttered, “What if there was a day the people he loved needed to see the sky more than ever and it wasn’t there?”

Davey remembered the terror after the first day of the strike. Crutchie was arrested, everyone was hurt, and few of the fellas were still MIA. Davey only had a few bruises, so he and a couple others had had to go find them.

Davey remembered finding Elmer unconscious in an alley. He remembered Buttons’s worry when he managed to wake him up and drag him back to the Lodging House, how panicked he’d obviously been, and now was wondering if those two had something going on.

That day, everyone had needed Jack, and he wasn’t there. That was true. They’d had to rely on Davey and Race and whoever else was unhurt enough to help them, then later, Katherine, when she showed up and nobody asked how she got that much medical supplies.

But every other day since then that Davey had been with the Newsies, Jack had been there, tirelessly comforting his friends after bad dreams, patching up scraped knees, making sure everybody had food in their stomachs and a roof over their heads. And he didn’t always have enough time to take care of everyone, but he sure did his damn best.

Davey reached over and intertwined Jack’s fingers with his own.

To his relief, the other boy squeezed back, just a little.

“Maybe he needs to take care of himself, too, once in a while,” he said, “Maybe everyone survived without the sky for a little bit, so there was no harm done. And Jackie... that was months ago. It doesn’t change the fact that you’ve been there every day since long before the strike and every day since then.”

Jack was silent for a second before he exhaled sharply and shoved his arm in Davey’s direction.

The strip of color on his wrist was clear blue. It was the sky on ice cold clear winter days. It was the cover of a book with characters you could relate to. It was a shade of paint Davey had seen in Jack’s backdrops many times.

Davey didn’t really know why, but the color was undeniably him.

“Jack...”

Jack looked at him, his eyes as soft as the tone in Davey’s voice.

“I knew since day one.”

“Why didn’t ya say anything?”

“I didn’t wanna scare you.”

Davey laughed, “Jack Kelly, if there is one thing you’ve never been to me, it’s scary.”

It was true. Jack had always felt safe, even when Davey was trying to avoid him out of pride.

Unfortunately, safe was the last thing whatever this thing between them was.

“How does it work?”

“What?”

“How does it work?” Davey repeated, “How do they do it? Race and Spot. Mike and Jojo. Blink and Mush. All the other pairs.”

“They be careful,” Jack answered, “If needed, the rest of us try and help cover for ‘em.”

“Can you be careful?”

A smile formed on Jack’s lips, “I know you can... how do ya think I stayed out of the Refuge so long after escapin’?”

Davey rolled his eyes. Jack still liked to bring up his grand escape.

“Hey, Davey... can I try something?”

Davey’s heart was in his throat. His chest was so tight he could barely breathe.

Still, he nodded.

Blink had said that when you met your soulmate, you knew.

Davey didn’t think he’d known before now. At least, not consciously.

But he definitely knew now, because it felt right. He knew because Jack’s lips against his own was the most natural thing in the world.

He didn’t think he’d ever want to kiss anyone else.

He didn’t know how he hadn’t always known that Jack was his soulmate.

Because the color on his wrist was Jack, and the color in Jack’s was him. They were quite literally made for each other.

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blind-their-eyes · 3 years

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Edge of Great

Pairing: Julie Molina & Luke Patterson (Julie and the Phantoms)

Words: 2,843

(I wrote this in 3 hours, reread it 3 times to edit it, there might be mistakes as it is currently 2 am for me :P)

Read on ao3!

Don’t ask me how many times I’ve rewatched this scene, because I will not be able to tell you. This is my favorite performance in the show, Stand Tall coming up really close behind it, but I think it’s my favorite due to Luke fighting for Julie’s attention. (It’s a real shame they didn’t add in the guitar riff/solo for this song in the soundtrack :c) Also! This is the first time I’m writing something JatP related, I hope you enjoy it! ! Also tagging @dance-dreamer cause they asked to be tagged when I posted it! (here you go friend, its finished!)

Julie was nervously pacing behind the closed garage doors, waiting for Flynn to announce the band. Ray had “booked” the band a gig (and by booked, he called Flynn and had her invite a bunch of people over to their house to perform) to repay for what happened with the manager at the café a few days back. Flynn’s voice echoed around the front of the Molina’s garage from her place in the crowd, and everyone cheered in excitement.

“What’s up everybody! Time to put your hands up, do a little dance yup! Here’s the new anthem, from Julie and the Phantoms.”

The garage doors open (thanks to Carlos and a friend of his) and Julie comes out smiling, her hands moving from her hips to in front of her chest as she clasps them together. She felt amazing in her outfit, Flynn had helped glue the butterflies to her white crop-top and shoes a few hours before the show, which she had paired nicely with some black and white cargo pants. She looks over the crowd for a second before taking a seat on the piano bench.

“Thanks for coming, everyone!” she says into the mic, the applause having yet to stop. Her eyes are on Flynn for a few seconds before she takes a deep breath and readies her hands on the piano. Watching her hands, she begins to play.

“Runnin’ from the past,

Trippin’ on the now,

What is lost can be found, it’s obvious.”

She looks up at the crowd momentarily, a smile on her face from the reaction she’s gotten so far. She knows that soon enough, everyone will be dancing, and she will be too, but she has to keep her eyes off of Luke. Even after her talk with Flynn about her feelings for the guitarist, she still had feelings for Nick as well. He was here, and she didn’t want him to get the impression that something was going on between the two bandmates. Yes, there was some chemistry between her and Luke, but Julie tried to convince herself that it was only the music that was driving her to be that intimate during their performances. Especially during “Finally Free”. (also, had she mistaken the way Luke had looked at her that night while he was singing the chorus back to her?)

“And like a rubber ball,

We come bouncing back,

We all got a second act inside of us…”

The band kicks in, Julie is smiling bigger than before as they appear. She stands from the piano and takes her mic off it’s stand and pushes it away from her on the beat. She makes her way in between both Luke and Reggie, right in front of Alex’s drums. She’s dancing and feeling the music, the weight of the lyrics, with a bright smile on her face. Luke looks over at her with a lovesick smile on his face, all of the boys are slightly bouncing to the beat of the music.

“I believe,

I believe that we’re just one dream,

Away from who we’re meant to be,

That we’re standing on the edge of,”

She turns to Reggie and starts to dance with him as she sings, Flynn’s word’s in the back of her head. “... The key is avoiding those big, beautiful, dead eyes.” If she just followed her best friend's words, she could convince (herself) Flynn that her feelings for Luke were just from the music and the heat of the moment. She could get through this performance without looking at the cute boy.

“Something big, something crazy,

Our best is yet unknown,

That this moment is ours to own,

‘Cause we’re standing on the edge of great!

(on the edge of great)

Great!

(on the edge of great!)

Great!

(on the edge of great!)

‘Cause we’re standing on the edge of….

Great!”

Reggie and Julie look back at Alex, who is smiling at them both. Luke leans in towards Julie as she makes her way back to the middle of him and Reggie, but Julie pays him no mind as they echo the last line back to her. A look of confusion crosses over his face before he flashes a smile at the crowd while singing along. Why didn’t she want to sing with me? Maybe she didn’t see me… A few thoughts run through his head at why she didn’t come over to him, and Julie finishes the first chorus. As she sings the last line, she turns to Reggie once again, and Luke starts the second verse, the crowd cheering as he comes in.

“We all make mistakes,

But they’re just stepping stones,

To take us where we wanna go,

It's never straight, no.”

Luke’s smile fades a bit when he looks from the crowd over to Julie. She’s dancing with Reggie and Alex once again. Did I do something wrong again? Why doesn’t she want to come over to me… His thoughts are answered when he gestures with his head for her to come over to him as she steps away from the other two and she blatantly ignores him, facing the crowd again instead.

“Sometimes we gotta lean,

Lean on someone else,

To get a little help,

Until we find a way!”

As Julie joins in the second half of the verse, Luke’s face falls from a happy one to a more upset one. He clearly did something to upset Julie, but he couldn’t think of what he did. Julie, however, was trying her best to stay away from the boy and was extremely proud of herself for how well she was doing. Julie looks over to Reggie again before starting pre-chorus.

“I believe!

I believe that we’re just one dream,

Away from who we’re meant to be,

That we’re standing on the edge of,”

Julie makes her way to the front of the piano, closer to the crowd as she moves with the music, dancing with every step. Reggie makes his way over to Luke, giving him a glance before looking over at Julie. He knows something is up between the two, he’s seen them ooze chemistry while on stage together. He raises an eyebrow towards Julie’s back as she sings. He’s honestly really glad to have jammed out with Julie, but she was clearly avoiding Luke tonight, and he might know the reason why. Luke’s eyes flash with a bit of jealousy when Reggie approaches, but he quickly hides it with confusion as he looks back over to Julie.

“Something big, something crazy,

Our best is yet unknown,

That this moment is ours to own,

‘Cause we’re standing on the edge of great!

(on the edge of great)

Great!

(on the edge of great!)

Great!

(on the edge of great!)

‘Cause we’re standing on the edge of-”

Julie reaches her hand out towards Flynn, who is happily jamming along with the rest of the crowd. The boys all join in during the chorus, and Luke looks at her again with a loving longing expression. Julie starts making her way back around the other side of the piano, stepping up on the bench, getting ready to climb on top of it for the bridge of the song.

“Shout, Shout!

Come on and let it out, out!

Don’t gotta hide it,

Let your colors blind their eyes,

Be who you are, don’t compromise!”

Julie slides across the piano and sits on the edge closest to the crowd, belting out the words, tossing her head back as she feels the music run through her. The crowd echoes the “Out’s” as she and the band sing them and she’s feeling good. The song’s almost over, and she hasn’t had a single moment with Luke. That last thought hurt a bit more than it probably should have, but again, she was sticking to the plan!

“Shout, Shout!

Come on and let it out, out!

What doesn’t kill you makes you feel alive…”

Again, the crowd echoes the lyrics, but this time they include the “Shout’s” as well. Julie is crouching on the piano now, on one knee, ready to stand at any moment, ready for her solo. What she wasn’t expecting was for Luke to come in with his guitar, and for him to walk over to the piano beside her. She goes with it, of course, her eyes drawn to him immediately. Her voice is as soft as can be as she sings, and Luke feels as if she’s finally singing to him.

“Ooh-oh, I believe

I believe that we’re just one dream,

Away from what we’re meant to be,

That we’re standing on the edge of great!”

As Luke plays along with her, he is smiling softly, hoping to finally grab her attention. She looks into his eyes as he approaches, his confusion fading as she leans in a bit towards him, smiling a bit bigger, scrunching up her nose at him, and Luke can feel his heart-melting as he gives her a lovesick smile of his own. After avoiding him so much, she finally had her moment with Luke, and it might’ve blown the plan over completely. And to be honest, she didn’t really care. The way she felt when he had looked at her was as if she was looking straight into his heart, and it was as if his heart was beating just for her. She didn’t know if he had a heartbeat anymore, being a ghost and all, but what she did know is that it felt real. That one little moment, whatever they had together, it seemed real, and the way it made her feel was almost indescribable. And with all those feelings, she belts out the rest of the chorus.

“(something big, something crazy,

Our best is yet unknown!)

That this moment is ours to own!

‘Cause we’re standing on the edge of great!

(great, on the edge of great!)

On the edge of great!

(great, on the edge of great!)

On the edge!

(great on the edge of great!)

Woah-oh-oh!

(Standing) on the edge of!”

Julie slides off the piano and walks back around to the bench, putting her mic back on its stand before taking a seat. Reggie and Alex give each other a knowing look as Luke walks over to Julie, and the two poof out, causing the audience to gasp at the sudden loss of the bassist and drummer. Luke is face to face with Julie, and he slides onto the bench next to her. Their shoulders would’ve been touching if he was human. A small gasp leaves Julie’s lips as she notices him, and she backs up a bit from the mic to give him room.

“Runnin’ from the past,

Trippin’ on the now,

What is lost can be found, it’s obvious.”

Julie watches as Luke’s eyes drift from her own to her lips, and she can feel the heat rising on her cheeks. The way he had been looking at her before, during the solo, suddenly had been amplified by 10,000% (maybe it was because he was closer now?). She can’t fight off the smile on her face as she sings to him, and he doesn’t try to hide his lovesick smile anymore. He knows he’s got it bad for her, and he doesn’t care if anyone else is watching. He doesn’t care if anyone else is watching anymore because he knows that he’s stolen her heart as well.

As Luke poofs out, Julie is still looking into his eyes, and the crowd cheering is the only thing that snaps her out of the moment. She looks around with a smile on her face and chuckles a bit embarrassed about her (what felt like a private) moment being shared with so many people. She stands and clasps her hands in front of her again, nodding towards the crowd in thanks.

“Thank you! That was “Edge of Great”. We’re Julie and the Phantoms, tell your friends!” Julie waves to the crowd, her smile unshaken as she gives a small bow. The crowd's cheers don’t stop for a few minutes, and Flynn runs up to Julie and throws her arms around Julie’s shoulders, giving her a big hug.

“Jules, that was AMAZING!! Even better than all the rehearsals!” Flynn gushed to her best friend, who was still blushing.

“Thanks, Flynn. And thank you for getting the word out so fast! I didn’t expect so many people to show up for a house party.” Julie lets Flynn out of their embrace, tucking a piece of loose hair behind her ear.

“Nick is here! Do you want to go chat with him?” Flynn raises her eyebrows at her bestie, giving her a knowing look, and Julie sighs and shakes her head.

“I should probably talk with some of the other people that came, not just Nick,” She scans the crowd, looking for the redhead boy. “Plus, he might’ve already left, I don’t see him anywhere.” Julie points out to her friend.

“Alright, alright, fine. But if you see him, you need to talk to him.” She says, pointing her index finger towards her friend as if to scold her. Julie just laughs and wraps her own index finger around Flynn’s as she lets her best friend lead her through the crowd.

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The boys' poof to the beach, seeing as the garage doors are wide open still, they didn’t exactly have a safe place to ghost around with no one watching. They had agreed to meet here once the show was over so they could all be together and talk about the performance. Reggie and Alex are the first to arrive, of course, seeing as Luke stayed behind with his crush to finish the song.

“Did you see that Julie was literally avoiding Luke during the whole song? What was up with that?” Reggie questions, a semi-confused look on his face. “Did she not want to have her signature Juke moment on stage? That doesn’t make any sense.” Reggie continues, kicking up some sand.

“Juke?” Alex questions back.

“Oh, Julie and Luke - their names mashed together.” He holds up both of his hands, motioning to either one when he says the two names, then bringing his hands together as if to put something together. “It was either Juke or Lulie and I think Juke sounds better.” Reggie explains, dropping his hands.

“Oh. Alright. And yeah, Julie did seem to be avoiding Luke all night, but boy, did he chase after her alright.” Alex nudges Reggie's side with his elbow, a grin on his face. “He’s got it for her, BAD.”

As if on cue, Luke poofs in next to the boys, his lovesick smile not faltering. Alex gives him a clap on the back as Reggie gives him a smug look, folding his arms over his chest.

“I got more stage time with Julie, how does that make you feel, Lukey?” He says, rubbing in the fact that he got to jam out with Julie twice during their performance tonight.

“Hey, Reg, I got to jam with Julie too-” Alex is cut off as Luke frowns and through a flash of jealousy, he fires back a response towards Reggie.

“Oh yeah, well what about that riff, huh?” He dares Reggie to say anything else about sharing a moment with Julie. He knows he shouldn’t be jealous of his best friend, but the high of singing with Julie hasn’t gone down yet, he’s amped up.

“That was just you being a simp, Luke.” Alex calmly responds, removing his hand from the back of Luke’s shoulder. The boys go from looking at each other (Reggie smugly, Luke annoyed,) to looking at Alex with the utmost bewildered looks on their faces.

“A what?” Luke asks as calmly as he can, his eyes squinting as he folds his arms over his chest defensively. Reggie is struggling to back laughter at this new funny word.

“You heard me, a simp.” Alex said, a small blush on his cheeks.

“You have no idea what that word means, do you?” Reggie says, giggling a bit.

“Well, sorta, but I’m not gonna tell you what it means. Figure it out for yourself.” Alex says, slightly embarrassed. He poofs back to the studio to see Ray, Flynn, Carlos and Julie pushing the piano back to its original place. He steps out of the way politely as Julie looks up, catching his eye.

“I’m gonna ask Julie what that means!” Reggie says quickly, poofing back before Luke can tell him otherwise.

Suddenly, Luke is left alone at the beach, and his heart is full and a smile is on his face. He’s happier than he has been in a long time. Just as Luke is about to poof back home, he’s hit with another painful jolt. He clutches his chest in hopes to ease the pain, and he can only hope that the guys weren’t in Julie’s view when it happened. His only thought on his mind when he gets back into the studio is “time to write another song.”

#jatp #jatp fic #juke #julie molina #jatp julie #jatp luke #luke patterson #jatp flynn #jatp reggie #jatp alex #guys this is my first fic!#I'm extremely proud of it!#i hope you all like it as much as i do!#jatp edge of great

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luci-cunt · 4 years

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An incomprehensive guide to why you should read T.J Klune’s book Wolfsong

Mostly for my very best friend in the whole wide world: @moonsandstarsaregay <33 and with 100% too many AFtG references i’m sorry

*AHEM*

A plot summary: Ox has been told his whole life he’s slow and gonna get shit for it. He lives in a sleepy little nowhere town in Oregon and is perfectly content never leaving and working in the garage for the rest of his life. His dad sucks, his mom’s a gem, and one day the house that’s (almost) always been empty at the end of the street gets filled by a family that’s just a little on the wrong side of weird–the Bennetts. They all immediately fall in love with Ox because he’s literally the most perfect mc you’ll ever meet, and he learns that not everyone actually sucks he’s just been looking at the wrong people.

And so what if they’re also a very powerful and well known werewolf pack–I mean WHATTTTTT

There’s monster fighting, drama, adventure, romance(*), adventure, angst (Oh GOD is there angst), badassary, and just so much good shit.

The Main Character:

I could talk just about how Ox is portrayed until the day I DIE. He doesn’t have an arc where he magically becomes ‘normal’ or anything, instead he just surrounds himself with people that treat him better and finds that he doesn’t need to change. He has a heart of gold and does kind things just because he is kind. He’s the definition of a soft giant, and again, the book starts and he’s roughly 10ish (with flashbacks to younger) and it ends with him in his late 20s early 30s so he definitely grows and matures but he doesn’t change because he doesn’t NEED to.

[More reasons to read + warnings/ disclaimers + a snippet below cut so I don’t bother y’all with a hella long post XD

You should probs read the warnings before you read the book just FYI]

Writing Style: If the style of the Knife of Never Letting Go intrigued you but you couldn’t get past the first chapter then this is the book for you. Ox is a bit simple–In the best way possible–and the book is from his perspective. His thoughts are stated outright and he takes most things people say very literally. This doesn’t change and that’s the best part. I LOVE this about it and I was TERRIFIED that Klune was going to write Ox in this style for only the first couple chapters and then suddenly switch to him being some snarky genius, but he doesn’t!!! Honestly idk how to describe it, you’ve just got to read it.

If that doesn’t convince you:

- First of all, werewolves, who doesn’t love em?

- Second of all gays, like, everyone, no one is straight. That one side character who shows up once? Yeah, no, she shows up twice and the second time she has a girlfriend. The main characters? All gay, and if they aren’t gay in this book they will be in the next one.

- FOUND FAMILY

- It’s basically AFtG but gayer and softer? but not??

- Very realistic characters, they make stupid mistakes and people react accordingly

- Kelly and Carter and literally the best things in the world I would fucking murder for both of them and I’m pretty sure Kelly is confirmed by the author to be ace (btw they aren’t twins so you can’t even accuse me of being in love with every blond and kinda tragic set of twins I come across fuck off XD)

- OX STATES VERY BLATANTLY THAT HE IS BISEXUAL

- Very endearing coming out scenes

- Gordo Livingstone is perfect in just about every way and he’s also like if Neil and Seth were combined and grew up to be Wymack. ajsdf;lk just a dumbass gay trying really hard to be a good dad while also vehemently denying it. (Oh and yeah he literally had a boyfriend who he’s currently pissed at so)

- MC is not a genius and that’s not treated like a bad thing

- Please just read it I need more people to scream about it with me

Some warnings:

- it’s werewolves, there’s gore, obsessive use of the word “alpha” and lots of wolf-ish tendencies. Most of it comes across as fucking adorable, but ngl, sometimes it’s just a tad weird.

- people have v tragic backstories. None of it is worse than AFtG but it’s still very intense, more on the side of gore/ violence/ some torture than heavy non/con but there’s some mentions of that. (More vague allusions/ threats rather than graphic scenes don’t worry)

- *the only thing that really wigged me out about these books is the fact that the main couple have a 6 year age difference. Any way you spin that it’s weird, but I think it was handled as well as you can??? (idk man I’m still wigged out about that even tho they don’t actually DO anything until both of them are in their twenties but STILL)

- it is VERY angsty. I mean, the soft moments are SICKENINGLY soft and there’s some of the best comedy/ cute shit I’ve ever seen but–god the ouch stuff HURTS. If you don’t want to cry over a book I wouldn’t recommend reading this.

In conclusion:

If you wanted LGBT adventure content here it is!!! I mean, if it’s the sex scenes you’re about (or against XD) there’s only really two, one is the epilogue and one is about 2/3rds through the book but from what other people who actually understand sex say it’s NICE XDD also just a very nice character moment? I didn’t read all of it but from what I read it was v nice, they’re wholesome and stupid, I love them.

I actually really liked the romance? It’s v realistic and got the vibe of “neither of us have good self-confidence but I will DIE proving to you that you’re worth the entire world.” There’s very, very sappy and drawn out declarations of love, it’s adorable, sometimes a little weird (looking at you Joe), but altogether wholesome. There’s also a wee bit of possessiveness but it’s mostly(?) treated as the “uuuuhhhh, that’s not gonna go over well you need to chill” trait it should be.

It’s intense, and the last time I physically could not stop reading and stayed up all night just to finish a book was AFtG so...

It is quite a bit longer than AFtG tho, like, it took me the same amount of time to read just Wolfsong that I read all three of the AFtG books in. Sometimes it drags a little, especially in the middle, but it’s all worth it. Also if you don’t like drawn out “you will apologize on my terms because you fucked up on yours” kinda things I don’t think this is for you.

I loved it, the characters are to die for and the villains make my blood boil. I cried, and laughed and sobbed and screamed. 12/10

Here’s a lil bit to give you a taste:

Here’s a link to the Goodreads page if you want more details

And here’s a link to where you can buy the book ;)

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Even as a CT fan i still stand by what i say that Tifa deserves someone better than Cloud she’s too good for him in AC i hated how he treated her the girl was so vulnerable she needed someone to be there for her ,she’s a selfless person who thinks about other before herself ,yes as a CT i still think he was insensitive toward her esp after everything she’s gone through just to save him i still cringe the moment he become sonic just to save A but he was meh toward saving T if it wasn’t for A (1)

Sorry if i seemed like an anti C but for a girl he liked and known since childhood he sure put A before her many time a girl he knew for short period of time in the OG and a bit of the remake, sorry about that i just try to accept him but I can’t he still didn’t prove he deserves Tifa i want to see more care from him ,enough with LTD SE give is a good story this time i want to see more of Tifa, a heroine like A is so outdated she so 90s people want to see more badass heroines like T(2)

Hey anon.

I had to take a bit to think about this one last night. For one, there’s been a lot of discourse over on Twitter, and I’ve seen this rhetoric thrown around that Cloud was casting Tifa aside in favor of Aerith. It seems to upset Cloti fans and they start to question everything.

There’s going to be links to other posts in here as well, I’ll put them as subjects come up.

I think a lot of people think Tifa deserves better. She is selfless and definitely puts others before herself constantly. The thing is, we may feel that way, but Tifa doesn’t. Tifa loves Cloud.

What sucks about this is how much trauma both of them have been through. Cloud is just a mess. He’s seen his village burned down, his mother killed, he thought Tifa was killed, then he’s stuck in a tank and experimented on for four years, they get out, he sees his best friend die in front of him, and he mentally completely collapses and creates his false persona. Then while that’s going on, when he meets up with Tifa and fully assembles this new Cloud personality, we go on the adventure.

Then Aerith pops in. You’re with her for a very short time and she’s killed in front of him. Cloud also attempted to kill her twice before this. Add this to the already compounding shit that’s happened to him.

Cloud ultimately was Aerith’s bodyguard. Cloud historically takes these types of responsibilities very seriously. He did in BC with somebody he barely knew. He knew Aerith, so that makes it even worse. He couldn’t protect her.

I also think that CoT does Cloud some justice. AC is where things get hairy and he got that Emo Cloud reputation that seemed to never leave him. Remake is clearing that up. The devs keep saying Cloud is an awkward dude. He’s not emo.

Case of Tifa and The Kids are Alright

Tifa and Cloud deal with their guilt differently. Tifa pretends everything is fine. Even then, Cloud picks up on the issues in CoT and tells her that he’ll remind her to be strong. This scene takes place before the downward spiral starts with him.

I feel like with AC they’ve released a lot of information to clarify that Cloud’s issue with Aerith was guilt related not pining. In these discussions, Zack is also forgotten, and I’d say Zack had an even bigger impact on Cloud due to their relationship and the amount of time he knew the guy.

Why Zack is Important to Cloud

I have my thoughts on why they did what they did with AC. They also changed AC and rereleased it which in itself says they realized they may have made a few mistakes and/or just wanted to clarify the story.

In terms of Cloud putting Aerith as a higher priority, I need examples. Many of the ones I’ve been presented with over the last week are pieces of scenes to justify a point. The whole scene isn’t taken into account.

For example, the Train Graveyard (full of fun scenes, honestly), before Eligon when Cloud saves Aerith, this moment is regarded as so romantic. Fact is, he gets her out of the way, gets up, doesn’t even check on her and walks away. Tifa takes the baton and deals with Aerith’s well being.

One of the funnier ones to me that they will blatantly ignore is when the train falls. He clearly diverts to his left to cover Tifa. The screenshots and analysis for that scene are below. There are also things to look at on the cargo container fall and the triple arm grab. (Part 4 of this series was more of a parody)

Train Graveyard Part 1 Falling in the cargo container Triple Arm Grab

Train Graveyard Part 2 Triple Arm Grab

Train Graveyard Part 3 Part 1 of the RUN scene

Train Graveyard Part 3.5 Part 2 of the RUN scene

Train Graveyard Part 5 Cloud and Tifa nope the fuck out

We’ve got Chapter 17 with the Whisper Tornado that Aerith gets stuck in. Tifa is the one who saves her from it. Cloud is standing right next to her and does nothing.

The Shinra building rescue is often brought up as well. They claim Tifa didn’t care about saving Aerith, but it’s so far from the truth it hurts. Tifa and Barret both know the situation with Elmyra the first time they talk to her about this is escalating. Remember, Cloud is mentally 16. He thinks he can keep pushing and get his way. Ultimately the team calms him down and they go back to Sector 7.

Cloud was very concerned about Tifa during Chapter 13. He didn’t seem to be in a rush at all to get back to Elmyra’s house. He was happy they found Wedge.

So we go through the night, you get one of three resolutions. The next morning, Tifa and Barret back Cloud up in going to the Shinra building. They make it up there and Tifa gets discouraged because there is a very large security presence. Some say SEE SHE DIDN’T WANT TO GO, CLOUD HAD TO TELL HER.

Except it’s BARRET that says that. Tifa thinks it may be a lost cause. Barret says some lost causes are worth fighting for. Cloud then says “Let’s just think this through.” He wasn’t disagreeing with Tifa. Then Tifa is the one who points out the truck to get them in. Seems like she’s helping.

Once there, you have a few times when Cloud has to remind Barret to stay the course. There’s one time he reminds Tifa and that’s if you take the elevator. She’s also going down a bad path. Their goal is to rescue Aerith. He’s trying to keep her on track.

Don Corneo’s basement is another one brought up. Cloud helps Aerith up. Why wouldn’t he? Girl just got knocked out with gas. He doesn’t blow Tifa off.

We can talk about how he blows Tifa off in Chapter 9 as soon as he sees the Chocobo Wagon too. Except once Aerith is up and goes over to see Aerith.

Chocobo Cart: Cloud in Screenshots

Cloud and Chocobo Sam

I’m not really sure why they’re so hellbent on making people think that he only cares about one person. Cloud cares about EVERYBODY he meets. They show it with Avalanche, they show it even with Barret and Red. He’s not a douchebag.

In terms of Cloud deserving Tifa, I am really torn on it. Yes, she deserves the best. I then look at Cloud and think of how much has happened to him (and to Tifa) and if he really does make Tifa happy, then my opinion doesn’t matter much.

I think once we get through Remake, we’ll have a better idea of how Cloud will be. He’s already pretty affectionate towards Tifa, so I’m not sure.

I am curious about specific examples though to the second part of your question about him caring more about Aerith.

This post has other links to other users’ blogs in it to go over the LTD discourse.

The Future of the LTD

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enduringsea · 3 years

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( rules: you can usually tell a lot about a person by the kind of music they listen to! put your music on shuffle and list the first 10 songs, then tag 10 people! no skipping! ) / tagged by @yellowcrumpet ╭( ･ㅂ･)و )))

Thanks for the tag! I LOVE these things-- I don’t rlly have a playlist either though, just a mess of music files on a device I haven’t updated so I’ll be checking my YouTube history too lol. There’s a uhhh.... pattern to be found, mainly relating to Code Vein or other OCs.... which isn’t surprising ._. ;; I made it a separate post bc I knew this was going to get long and rambly with lyric snippets and crying about fictional characters, sorry :D

1. Repeat Until Death - Novo Amor don’t go / you’re half of me now / but i’m hardly stood proud / i said it, almost oh i’ve been low / but damn it i bet it don’t show / it was heaven a moment ago oh i can’t seem to let myself leave you / but i can’t breathe anymore This one gives me Loubeth vibes ok, partially bad end route ;-; While Elizabeth is a very strong person, her friends are the most prominent reason she tries to do anything at all & isn’t living day-to-day in a monotonous grind to survive without a solid purpose other than ‘help random ppl bc it’s the right thing to do’. If she loses them, it’d ruin her & hammers into her head how everything she’s ever done has been a failure. She suffered a major betrayal by her boss before the Collapse, she was unable to fully participate in proj. queen despite her incredible test results, she failed to defeat Cruz and take her blood during Operation Queenslayer, and if she fails to protect the people she’s finally found meaning with? She’d break down completely & destroy herself to save them. She’s always had some level of abandonment issues, and without her family around it’s so much worse, even if it isn’t the most obvious because she’s generally seen as very well put together-- I really can’t express how much it would hurt her to lose Louis, Yakumo, and the others. She’s just not one to show just how bad it can truly get for her mentally and emotionally-- she’s resilient as hell, she’s been through hell repeatedly and survived it all, so it’s easy for others to assume she’s fine all things considered. It makes her feel weak and ashamed of herself if she shows any level of vulnerability, so she doesn’t; she swallows it down and is afraid of disappointing those who look up to her as a fighter and friend-- of course, no one at Home Base would blame her for being vulnerable, they all have their moments, Bethy just sets herself to such a high standard it’s difficult for her to talk about her own suffering in spite of how well-versed she is in getting her thoughts and feelings across otherwise. Louis is the one most keen to how deeply she’s hurting, but he doesn’t understand just how deeply until she finally does fall apart. The final swell of the song and its desperate lyrics really relays the pain they both feel-- Louis too would not fare well if something happened to Elizabeth, because he blames himself she was even involved in Operation Queenslayer for a long time, I honestly did so bad in explaining coherently, this song just has so much emotion and hurt behind it adklfjdfdff </3

2. Looking Out For You - Joy Again this is a love song for a girl who will never know it’s about her she's beaming that smile / all the while i’m all tripped up on my own throat i guess there is no hope This song reminds me of Elizabeth & my friend’s character Takashi Fujioka, who gets-- vERY...FRIENDZONED, for lack of a better word, by Elizabeth in his story, it’s really summed up best as tragic (;﹏;) Before the Collapse they were hitting it off, then the Collapse happened, they were separated, he lost his sisters, Mido happened, he was experimented on + became a revenant, etc, etc; years have passed since then & she’s gotten her life together as much as one can in a world like Vein, but for Takashi it’s like no time has passed at all. Elizabeth is subtly older in appearance, she’s been working w Lou & Co. for a long time; Loubeth blatantly have a connection, & rather than bringing up his feelings + making it awkward bc he values their friendships, he just kinda. chokes on them & does his best to help out the team. It doesn’t help he can’t even be jealous bc Louis is a really solid friend to him too, IT’S JUST A MESS OF A SITUATION & the death of what could have been if things were different.

3. Closer - Teagan And Sara ( no lengthy explanation for this one thank goodness, I’ve just been watching BoJack Horseman again and I really like some of the songs they add in, I like listening to this one on loop when mindlessly coloring something )

4. Brutal - Olivia Rodrigo all I did was try my best / this the kind of thanks I get? they say these are the golden years / but I wish I could disappear ego crush is so severe / god, it's brutal out here I have it on a playlist for Elizabeth somewhere, not all of it applies to her but it reflects some of her struggles she has both before & after the collapse. She’s-- always kind of been a mess while under immense pressure + has serious self image issues, this song hits that side of her well. She’s been held to humanly impossible standards by both herself and her family bc frankly? She can reach them, she’s NOT exactly human. She was born into her position as a hunter & intends to keep it for as long as she lives (like revenants, her kind is very much ‘either gets killed or lives 5ever), even if some days she really feels how heavy the burden can be. She didn’t have a normal childhood and she’s fine with it for the most part, but it alienates her from most of her peers-- she never got to date anyone, never had a close group of friends, never went to parties that weren’t formals, etc., while she feels a little childish about it, she does envy ‘normal’ and understands the pressure she’s lived under her entire life has caused damage-- she has been exploited for her abilities, there’s just not much she can do about it but to keep going, rlly.

5. Freaks - Surf Curse don't kill me / just help me run away from everyone i need a place to stay / where i can cover up my face don't cry / i am just a freak / i am just a freak UhhhHHH this song really makes me think of Oliver Collins :D;; thank TikTok for showing it to me. It makes me think of how scared he was, of both the world and the revenants who captured him. The song’s use of the word ‘parasites’ really makes me think of Revenants and the BOR parasites XD I’m hoping when I poke my video editor again, I can record some Oliver footage to make a short video to this song. Oliver deserves so much better, I wish you could save him, but that’s what AUs are for, hahah.... The second half of the lyrics make me think of the AU I have where he lives and has to grapple with the guilt of surviving and the things he did to other revenants to get by too.

6. All Eyes On Me - Bo Burnham you say the ocean’s rising / like i give a shit you say the whole world’s ending / honey it already did you’re not gonna slow it / heaven knows you tried got it? good / now get inside I haven’t seen the Netflix special yet but I’ve had this song on repeat since my move started. The lyrics hit too hard & resonate with my existential dread, covid exhaustion, and extreme burnout in my 20s, but bc I have Damage I can also relate it to CV ._. ‘you’re not gonna slow it, heaven knows you tried. got it? good now get inside’ makes me think of--;; the bad end route again, and Elizabeth’s desperation to keep her found family together. It’s not like her to completely stop caring about an issue, but in the moment she realizes what’s being taken from her? She doesn’t want to save all of revenant-kind if it means she’s going to wind up alone all over again, her world is effectively over if she’s forced to be alone again. The MC frenzying means the only immediately identifiable hope she had of saving everyone else is gone, so why not just go home? If they’re all doomed, she wants to at least be together for a little while longer, it’s fine if they use her blood to survive & everyone else in the mist is out of luck, it’s soul-crushing bc I’ve never had her in a situation where she’s been this reckless, despondent/hopeless, and thinking irrationally where it’d impact more than herself-- especially when she’s normally goal-oriented, organized, meticulous, so on so forth: she’s not one to act without thinking something through first, but that last breath of light just got sucker-punched out of her. All she wants is home, comfort, and family, and ultimately in the bad end route she does manage to preserve their lives, maintain the mist, and supply blood beads, but her own condition leaves her on the throne-- it’s a mix of the bad, neutral, and true ending rlly ldkfjdf BUT YEAH enough rambling on that :D;; This song’s really good and touches a lot of different thoughts and ideas both in real life and my ocs, kind of embarrassing--;; thank u bo burnham for ruining me with this beautiful song

7. Yellow - Coldplay look at the stars / look how they shine for you / and everything you do your skin / oh yeah, your skin and bones / turn in to something beautiful do you know / for you I'd bleed myself dry Does this song make me think about JackEva? Yes. Yes it does. Star / night sky symbolism? Bam. Sappy lyrics about love and finding the person you’re with absolutely mesmerizing and worth dying for? BAM. If JackEva were capable of using their own blood to save each other, I can see it-- hJNGn they just care about each other so much, Jack cries for her even though they both knew that eventually one of them would succumb to their duty, and if the roles were reversed I can see Eva doing the same, I adore them beyond human language. On my CV RP blog, my Jack’s not shippable bc-- Eva, my friend even have them looking after his nephew (an oc--) at one point. I should seriously drop some headcanons down eventually....

8. Louder Than Thunder - The Devil Wears Prada are we meant to be empty-handed? / i know i could, i could be better i don't think i deserve it / selflessness, find your way into my heart all stars could be brighter / all hearts could be warmer

LMFAO throwback to my middle school playlist, I’m old-- I’ve applied this song to a lot of things back in the day, but I really connect it to Loubeth now, especially Louis. Lou & Bethy are both functional idiots who are too hard on themselves & have trouble recognizing their worth beyond what they can do for others. They’re trying to be better-- to make up for what they perceived wrongs they’ve done, but it’s hard, they don’t believe they’re worthy of the love and support the other gives, but they still yearn for that sense of security. After Louis’ memories are returned, he finally understands the guilt he’s felt since he became a revenant and it really skews his self-perception; he blames himself for so many things & Elizabeth, who has always been able to kill when necessary, sets it straight-- “It’s not your fault”, and it takes Louis some time to properly absorb that message. He thinks she’s just trying to comfort him, which she is tbh, but she’s not wrong: “It’s not your fault you couldn’t kill someone. It was never your job to kill anyone.” It’s up to people like her to do those sort of things-- Elizabeth may not have been present when Cruz frenzied, but if she had been? It would have been over before it started, that’s something she has regrets over, even if nothing could have been done since she was already on the field. Actually, she’s actually really quite angry that security failed to monitor Cruz properly and has a few select words for the ones there who could have actually done something before it got out of hand-- civilians and doctors are exempt from her shtlist bc they’re not meant to be killers (so don’t worry Artorias, she’s not ready to bite your head off!), but they had to have some kinda security detail rite o-q??? They’re probably hiding from her wrath-- BUT ANYWAY, she insists she’ll never blame Louis for not being able to do something as serious as killing another person. He was a normal human being who cared about his friend, not a failure, and he couldn’t have been expected to do something that shouldn’t have fallen on his shoulders in the first place. As many times as it takes, she’ll reaffirm that it wasn’t his fault, she’s not angry, he’s always done his best and her opinion of him hasn’t changed. He’s a good person and she loves him through all the hurt, though she doesn’t drop the word ‘love’ for a long time. It just-- takes Louis a while to accept she views him as someone worthy of the love and respect she has for him. It’s kind of ironic she’s so adamant on Louis not blaming himself considering she’s the one privately blaming herself for-- wow there’s too much to unpack, she feels guilty she was even born?? im so broken over these two. I love them and yet they SUFFER...

9. What I’ve Done - Linkin Park i'll face myself / to cross out what i’ve become erase myself / and let go of what i’ve done today this ends / i'm forgiving what i’ve done

I have Louis Amamiya brainrot and I’m so glad I’m not the only one who thinks that this song fits him super well & it needs to become an AMV dsjfkldsfd. I’m a near life-long Linkin Park fan and this fits with Lou so well thematically. As much as I’ve gone on about Louis’ guilt, he does steel himself to keep going forward in spite of it and make things right, for everyone. Maybe it wasn’t really his fault, but at the end of the day his inability to kill Cruz in that moment left a disaster in its wake that got a countless number of people killed-- the MC included with Karen and Aurora. He doesn’t want to run away from the truth, doesn’t want to make excuses, he wants to take responsibility for it and he’ll work himself to death if it means things will be better-- it’s both admirable he’s got a strong resolve and VERY concerning with how willing he is to die for the cause, please don’t overdo it, Lou, you’ll break mine and Bethy’s hearts ._.;; It won’t always be easy, there are moments the grief gnaws at him, but in the end he does overcome it (and uh. as in the bad ending, we know he can actually do it this time). I know we can’t see everything, but I would have loved deeper character interactions, especially with Louis with an emphasis on grieving + forgiving himself properly-- but this song really is nice with the whole ‘I’m going to face my mistakes head on, forgive myself, and keep moving forward’. It’s what Louis deserves: self forgiveness and a damn break ‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )‧º·˚

10. Call of Silence - Hiroyuki Sawano you will know you're reborn tonight / must be rough but i’ll stay by your side even if my body's bleached to the bones / i don't want go through that ever again so cry no more / oh my beloved ngl idk if those are the correct lyrics, buuuuuuut....... im a weenie and am internally weeping abt loubeth after midnight, what else is new lmfao- i’ll at least try to be brief :D I also used to really like Attack on Titan when I was in high school, I dropped the anime years ago because I was waiting for s2 and never got back to it once it started airing again, I thought I’d finish it once the anime was complete since I eventually caught up with the manga, such a good series BUT ANYWAY-- I think it’s a really pretty song and Loubeth fit with the tender lyrics. IT’S LATE, idk what to say about them other than what I’ve said already dsklfjdslf im sorry I really ramble a LOT and I’ve been so busy lately I haven’t had the chance to >w>;;

#i do not know how 2 b quiet #long post #personal text #yellowcrumpet

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katsukikitten · 5 years

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Irritated 3

Bakugou and Izuku stand in line for quick ramen while you stand at a different vendor for a sub. You're salivating as you think of what you want on your eight inch.

A ping rings out from Izuku's pocket, he fishes for his phone almost dropping it with burning cheeks as Bakugou rolls his eyes beside him. The ash blonde watches the deep emerald man's face contort.

"We don't have time to eat!" Izuku exclaims.

"What?" A snarl from beside him.

"'You and Bakugou have an interview at 230 with the rest of class 1A in building A. Please keep Y/N in the same vicinity as you. Sorry for the last minute add on.'" He reads aloud, watching Bakugou's face sour.

"Wow that dick." Bakugou hisses as he looks over the food court before spotting you, "I guess I'll grab Y/N. Are we even in the right fucking building?"

"I'll look it up n..now!" Izuku unfolds the map of the convention center looking for where the q & as are normally held in building A as Bakugou stomps after you.

You're literally next in line, already got in your head what you're going to get before a strong hand pulls at the crook of your arm. Your blood runs cold while your heart accelerates, you hadn't seen the green eyes cuck follow you into the food court. He got a phone call and headed back in the direction of where you first saw him.

"Don't fucking tou..." You turn with furious eyes faintly glowing to your assailant only to hesitate when met with burning and fastly narrowing blood red eyes. He tugs you harder, vice grip on your arm threatening to bruise ruining any positive points he earned today. He drags you all the way to a panicking Izuku before you yank free of his deadly fingers.

"What the fuck I was literally next?!" Hunger further fueling your anger as you stare down Bakugou. He faces away to avoid an argument, angry himself to miss food.

Angry, though he will never admit it, that you had such a negative reaction to his touch.

Izuku fills you in as you're dragged to the giant conference room. The three of you flashing your passes to security to allow y'all to enter. They open the doors and tell you to sit in the reserved seats in the front of the stage at least five minutes before the event begins.

"This is bullshit you know?" You growl, doing what you do best taking it out on Bakugou.

"Yea becuase this was my fucking idea in the first place." He snaps back to you, crossing chiseled arms.

"Guys. Please. You were doing so well." Izuku tries just to be met with harsh glares.

"Bakugou Katsuki?!" A deep male voice rings out just barely over an excited womans voice shouting.

"Deku-kun!!"

Two figures approach quickly, Bakugou stiffens before slightly relaxing as none other than Red Riot walks striaght for him. While a chestnut haired woman comes for a blushing Izuku.

A cat smile creeps on your face as you figure this is the girl Deku was talking about. She hugs him in time with Red Riot hugging an angrier by the second Bakugou.

"Oi shitty hair let go of me damn it!" He snarls, cheeks slightly flushed before he is released. Ruby red eyes fall onto you before they shine with delight.

"Ah THE Tejina? I'm Kirishima!" He offers you a wide toothed grin before nudging Bakugou, "Is she your girlfriend?"

"HELL NO!" Both of you answer in unison as a beautiful bubblegum pink skinned woman approaches. She holds onto Kirishima's arm, looking too amused for your liking.

"I don't know they *do* kinda sound like they're dating." She laughs as red eyes narrow on her form. She extends her right hand to you.

"I'm Mina. Tejina, I just *love*your Instagram!! You HAVE to take me to that cafe you post the catppuccinos from!!!"

"Please call me Y/N." You smile, already loving the vibe of two very respectable heroes, "They make frogs shaped ones in spring!"

"Oh they do? Asui would love to see that!" She exclaims. The cracking sound of the PA system silences your reply as a voice rings out overhead.

*"Q&A with the famous class 1A in year 20XX will be commencing in t minus five minutes."*

"Well that's my cue!" You say as you begin to make your way to your seat.

"Join us for dinner!" Mina calls out and you give her a thumbs up before sitting in a section by yourself. For once you're thankful that you are not sitting in a seat at one of the many long tables on the stage and that you're a part of the crowd. You glace over your shoulder to sweep the room as you would normally do but you pay even closer attention, waiting for your eyes to catch dark grass green ones. You sigh with relief when you do not see them and settle into your chair as the lights dim a little.

"Welcome fans to the exclusive event of a rare Q and A panel for the famous class 1AAAAAAAA" The host announces as he brings his hand to point to left stage. The twenty alumni walk out as screams erupt behind you. Loud enough you'd think your ear drums burst.

"DEKU HAVE MY BABIES!!"

"RED RIOT GIVE ME YOUR RED ROCKET!"

"PINKY SPIT ON ME!!!!"

You roll your eyes over the typical fan thirst solidifying your original thinking about fans. That they place their idols on a pedestal forgetting that they too are people. Living and breathing just as them but with the pressure of responsibility being ten fold.

"Now we have gotten a majority of your questions from Twit handle @askconanything but we have made time for a special few to get a change to ask their burning questions." The host smiles at the crowd and their clapping echoes through the building as if it were thunder.

The questions are typical and directed to the team as a whole. Some ask for the dirty details of certain missions or even as simple of how do you take your coffee.

Some how they all answer, none of their responses surprising you.

Sato takes his with lots of sugar, even saying the old joke of "I like a little coffee with my sugar."

Todoroki likes his iced and black, Momo does not drink coffee instead an earl grey tea with light cream. Mina prefers a hot chocolate but would settle for a cuppocinno with an animal made from the froth. Denki likes anything as long as it has three expresso shots. Kirishima loves flavored creamers, a glutton for the seasonal creamer that comes out in the grocery store.

You roll your eyes as he blatantly hints that he's a pumpkin spice whore.

Izuku's you already know because it once surprised you as it does the whole crowd now.

As if his coffee order determined some personality trait we all missed.

"Oh I like my coffee black." He smiles and the crowd gasps while one fan screams I told you so!!

"And you Bakugou?" The host prompts looking at the last hero on the panel. He sighs angrily before answering.

"Iced, winter summer dont give a shit iced. Heavy heavy cream. Sugar and a pump of vanilla." He snarls crossing his arms as the host was surprised to even get a response from him.

Bakugou's was the only one you never would have guessed. You thought it would be black like Izuku's not the exact same way you took your coffee. Especially not after the time you brought coffee to one of the first meetings with Director Yami, Izuku, yourself and Katsuki. You bought two of your order just to spite Bakugou. Thinking he would be too prideful over ice in his coffee. Little did you know he had a mean petty bone in himself too.

But for it to be his preference? That couldn't be right. Had you ever seen him with an iced coffee before?

You snort as you question if you've ever even paid Bakugou more than a glance before this weekend started.

A few fans ask interesting questions about being students and what the dorms were like.

What their agencies look like and one even begs for a personal story about training with Bakugou was like that Kirishima happily answers while small pops catch your eye.

Oddly enough you're enjoying this Q&A, the vibes and banter that this class had with each other was astounding.

It made your heartache for more and for great friends of your own.

"Okay now the question I know you've all been waiting for!!" The host cannot even finish his question before the crowd erupts again. Some how knowing where he is going while you struggle to guess, "Relationship status!!!"

He seemingly picks members at random, staring with Minta. Who has oddly grown to normal height and even looks like an average person but his eyes still sparkle with that perverted gleam.

"Single." Is said by 16 of the class of twenty.

"Taken." Todoroki says simply, holding up the hand of Momo who sports a larger than life diamond. Mixed emotions are expressed by the crowd briefly before the host turns his quisitive gaze upon Izuku.

He is blushing furiously, fighting to keep his eyes from wandering to a certain brown eyed girl that proclaimed her status as S I N G L E.

"Si..Single." His first stutter of the whole hour and forty five minute event. Women scream as if they've won the lotto.

"Bakugou? Is their anyone special in your life?"

He narrows crimsom into slits before baring his teeth.

"What kinda dumbass questions are these?" It comes out dark but you hear the whimper of some of the women behind you.

"Your fans are dying to know! There isnt a single person for our lone wolf Ground Zero? No one that makes your heart race? Your palms hot? And not with explosions." The host graciously recovers and you see a faint flush creeping on his cheeks. You watch as he clenches his fist, biting the inside of his lip to keep from exploding. He holds a death glare with the host before sucking his teeth, a smile is painted on his lips. A smile that turns deadly cocky.

"The only love I have is for being number one."

Girls swoon in their chairs as some scream.

"I'LL BE YOUR NUMBER ONE KATSUKI!!"

Something about it makes your stomach clench but honestly are you surprised?

The man would rather have one night stands and only commit to work than to have to commit to another human being. You roll your eyes as the host smiles while agreeing before turning his gaze to bubblegum pink skin.

"Well I did just get this." She says slyly holding up her left hand, showing off a gleaming diamond. The crowd chants 'Who who' like a parliament of owls in the dead of night though you silently chant along with them having last heard of her being single.

"Well he's cute for starters." Mina cooes and you do not miss the blush that rises on the ruby eyed man next to her. Excitement suddenly bubbles in your blood as you wait on the edge of your seat for her to say what you're thinking.

Golden moons suspended in the black of night slide over to her shining gem. The silence of the room is unbearable as more that 150 people wait on baited breath.

"Kirishima yall!" She finally gushes and everyone is over joyous. Documenting it all before the media even had a chance, "I kept it in the dark for so long because I wanted my fans to know first."

And that had you feeling some type of way. Truly struck you as you thought of what that must be like. To be so close to your fans to want to announce to them first. As if they were friends, family. Guilt plagues you for a moment before you make a promise to yourself.

To be a little more open like Mina.

The class picks dinner at a restaurant with outdoor seating, its packed from both business and following flocks of fans keeping you just slightly on edge. You all wait while they gather a table together on the patio beneath the string lights and the slowly setting summer sun. For a moment you're left in the back, feeling like a stranger looking in through the picture window of a dining room.

As if watching the large family sitting around the table eating, laughing, all enjoying one another's company as they feast on the holiday dinner while snow piles high on your shoulders.

You feel the chill and weight now, fighting back to urge to reach out to the nearest bicep, to cling to the strong arm until you can swallow your self pity.

Along with friends you never really had family either. You ate in an empty apartment on every birthday, holiday and any day in between.

As the group is guided to be seated you put on your best mask, the one you wear when you tell people they will be okay when you know full well that their life has been altered forever. That even though the initial danger is over they will have to carry the weight of their trauma for years to come. No one ever mentioned that you too would carry their trauma with you, little pieces tucked neatly away in your pockets and purse.

No one notices your facade as you joke with them, as you feign a laugh.

No one but red eyes.

You sit between Kirishima and Bakugou. Across from Mina and Izuku, who's wide jade eyes are focused to the woman on his right with chocolate brown hair.

Eventually your smile becomes genuine as does your laugh. As if someone saw your withered frame illuminated in the dark night by the warm glow of their dining room staring in.

And instead of scaring you away they invited you in. Moved chairs around to accommodate you, even made you a warm plate.

That's what it feels like anyway when you laugh at Kirishima's joke at Bakugou's expense.

"How the fuck was I supposed to know she wasn't going to like spicy?!" Katsuki growls after Kirishima finishes a story about an ex girlfriend of Bakugou's who hadn't been in the picture long. Bakugou glares before gathering noodles with his chopsticks. Slurping on the very same spicy ramen from the story.

Kirishima leans in close, ruby eyes glittering with mischief as he whispers in your ear.

"I dare you to take a bite of his Narutomaki and offer him the rest. It's his favorite part."

"Give me 20 bucks and I'll do it." Your eyes mirror his with endless trouble twinkling in the low light. He glances between the ramen and you before a wide toothed smile pulls at his lips.

"Deal." A breath of a whisper. You snatch your chopsticks up and dip into his bowl, grabbing onto the small red and white swirl with ease before taking a bite of. The table is silent as they watch you do the forbidden. One should never steal food from Bakugou, especially not his fish cake.

But you do and then you have the audacity to offer it back gently, sticks poised in a way that the other half is facing him and easy to grab with his mouth should he wish.

He glares at it while the whole table waits with held breath. Izuku watches, ready to pounce with a Kaachan to avert his attention from your ever growing cocky form.

Instead of explosions or a flip of the long table, teeth gingerly take the other half of the fish cake.

You blush furiously as he holds eye contact with you, lips still over chopstick. It was as if the world fell to a black backdrop as he stared up at you.

"Are you sure she's not your girlfriend?" Denki finally asks breaking whatever spell was on the two of you. Bakugou quickly bites down harshly, snapping the chopsticks in his mouth like a heathen. He spits the two tips perfectly into the electric man's food before baring his teeth.

"I'm fucking sure." His tone is deadly before he continues to eat his ramen, "OI the fuck are yall looking at?! Finish your dinner."

Everyone returns to eating but you as you seem to almost be frozen in place. Replaying what just happened. How could someone so...so...so God damn harsh be so gentle. Or even look up at you with a gaze that was heated with something other than malice or hate for you.

You're brought back to reality when Kirishima offers you another set of plastic chopsticks.

"Yea I think you might owe me forty now." You joke and his laugh rings out over the patio.

"Desert anyone?" The waiter asks from behind you. You turn with glee, ready to announce that you will have the death by chocolate cake, that is until you are met with forest green eyes that are trained solely on you. No notepad in sight as the rest of the former class belts out what their sweet tooth is craving.

Your mouth goes dry and you fight to keep the blood from draining in your cheeks. You look over his face noting the odd, slightly hysterical smile he wears as you force yourself to control your face. Bringing your features into that of boredom, if he knew you recognized him that would only solidify the validity of his stalking.

Truly giving his actions purpose as to how he got here and how the hell he got a uniform for the restaurant.

"I'll take my check please." Your voice comes out apathetic as you turn away from him but before you do you notice the hurt that flashes in his eyes.

"Coming right up miss." His voice comes out smooth, normal but you hear the difference. The odd undertone that comes with an unstable mind that believes they are entitled to what they want.

It is a voice you will not be able to get out of your head soon enough.

You cannot stop your hand as it flies under the table to grip onto Bakugou's thigh with sharp nails biting through the fabric of his pants. He parts his lips to yell but his threat for you to be patient dies in his throat when he feels just how tightly you're holding onto him.

Hard enough to shake from the strain of holding back. Your petite hand glowing faintly. He looks over his shoulder then but cannot see anything out of the ordinary before his eyes shift back to your hand.

He does not let his eyes linger long knowing that anything over a second would give you away. Even as you laugh with Mina, your hand stays glued to his thigh.

You fight the urge to cling to Bakugou or Izuku as the three of you walk down the darkened streets. You're exhausted, angry and more than ready to take a scalding hot shower before going to bed. Once you three walk through the lobby doors you sprint up the stairs, too impatient for the elevator as you stare at room number 404 you remember that your key lies inside, forgotten on the coffee table.

No matter, you've picked plenty of locks or had the door seemingly open from within with your power many times before. You flick your wrist and the door opens of it's own accord before you slam it shut rushing into the bathroom to peel off your second skin.

You hear grumbling from the hall and your ears just barely pick up Bakugou's words.

"I still have her damn card."

"Just hold onto it Kaachan, she's had a long day.

Their doors slam in unison and the sound still causes you to jump although you knew the sound was coming. You take a few collected breaths as the soothing steam fills your lungs as it does the small bathroom.

The vapor dances in the light as you attempt to towel dry your hair and mostly fail.

You give up half way through, abandoning the towel as you exit the bathroom to the small bedroom. You see a shadowy figure sitting in the chair by the bedside and flick your wrist flinging it into the ceiling for it to come crashing back down before you flick on the lights.

You laugh bitterly to yourself when you see the lewd shirtless Bakugou staring up at you, having somehow forgot your ridiculous purchase and good time.

A heavy exhale leaves you as you dig in your bag, finding the bralette and cheeky black underwear you planned to wear for bed. Sliding them over your thick frame with ease, flopping on the bed with the Bakugou pillow. Looking at his flushed cheeks give you a laugh, bringing you back to leaning against his muscular frame to reach your wallet.

The way he looked up at you beneath long lashes, how his eyes held new life. No longer were you under his scorching gaze, it had softened. Become warm.

Your own cheeks burn as you slam the pillow down.

"So Kaachan the fish cake is your fav huh?" You ask softly to yourself as you force memories of him yelling at you during missions to the forefront of your mind.

It works for the time being, you punch the pillow in its "gut" before turning on your side trying hard for sleep.

Just as you begin to loose where your dream starts and your conciousness ends you hear talking in the hall.

God you hated hotels as you're woken by the commotion. They are drunk from the likes of it, screaming of how great of a time they had as they make their way down the hall. You turn facing the door with a growl, squeezing your eyes shut.

You hear footsteps again but this time they do not bypass your door and they seem to stand before it. You prop yourself up on your elbow as you hear the door jiggle.

"Are you sure this is her room?"

Your heart begins pounding in your chest, you know that voice.

You were determined to commit it to memory despite only hearing a sentence from its owner

"Yes I'm sure."

"Give me a key." The voice comes out dark and your throat dries as you silently shift from the bed onto the carpet with bare feet.

"I cant. I shouldnt have even brought you this far cuzzo."

"Useless." He snarls as he activates his quirk, a flesh colored liquid pools beneath the door, struggling to get in through the cracks.

You back up until your hands are pressed against smooth glass. You gently ease the door open before sliding it shut behind you. You stand on the balcony looking left and then right before wondering which room is fucking which.

Was Deku to the right? The left? You weren't sure as time ticked by too quickly. His quirk must not have worked so you watched the door handle jiggle again causing your skin to crawl as you scramble to the balcony to your left.

You hoped and prayed two things.

One that whomever was trying break into your room would leave once he was unsuccessful.

And two that you were not on the balcony of a certain hot head as you eased yourself into the flimsy plastic chair.

You couldn't stand the thought of showing him any more vulnerability this comic con. You hug your knees as the voices and bangs from the hall are drowned out by the loud traffic below.

Wishing for this nightmare to end.

Oh but my sweet child it had just begun.

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justaniche · 4 years

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Never Have I Ever...been blatantly asked to have sex

So here it is, the first chapter of my NHIE rewrite posted on tumblr thank you @cupcakesandtv for letting me know that I actually could post this. I will start working on chapter 2 and will post it as soon as I can!

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Paxton Hall-Yoshida: resident heartthrob, varsity swim team captain, and all-around nice and pretty chill guy. That’s what his fellow students at Sherman Oaks High think when they see him at least, but I mean come on, he’s definitely double-take worthy and that’s Paxton’s image, unbothered, athletic, and generally unproblematic. That's the issue with images, though, they solemnly capture the full picture.

“You’ve got to be kidding me” the exasperated groan heavy in Paxton’s voice, “they’re really gonna make me retake history?” The question was more for himself than, his best friend, Trent but a response came nonetheless.

“What?” The paper Paxton’s schedule was printed on was snatched out of his hands and Trent swiftly skimmed the page as the dots connected in his head, “Oh, the class from last year, I’m sorry bro that sucks.” He said as he casually handed the page back.

It’s the first day of the new school year at Sherman Oaks High School and the students are settling back into the swing of things. As per usual at this school, the student schedules are emailed to them weeks before school actually starts, but Paxton decided to not look at his until he got to school and that was coming back, rather quickly, to bite him in the ass. He and Trent were huddled at his locker catching up on the last 48 hours since they’ve spoken before heading to their, now apparently separate, classes.

These boys have never been the most studious; you could possibly call Trent willfully oblivious, the former often just letting everything fall as they may, insisting, to the dismay of Paxton, that things would be ‘fine’. With the buzz of anxiety that came with knowing he had to retake a class that was now full of people younger than him fading, Paxton was finally alert enough to realize that the formerly noisy hallways had fallen damn near silent.

“Shit dude, we’re late,” Paxton rolled his eyes. Trent laughed, grabbing his bag and shutting Paxton’s locker.

“Have fun with the youngins” Trent was already walking away with a wink before Paxton could retort back. Well, there goes the plan of attempting to sneak in relatively unseen. Taking a deep breath Paxton shifted into his more commonly known school persona, cool, calm, and drool-worthy while he made his way to class. As Paxton approached the door and heard the teacher beginning his lecture, he didn’t leave time for contemplating his regrettable circumstances. Paxton stepped through the door and made his way to the first seat in sight which was, being on par with the way the day was going, in the front row. Paxton had just gotten settled in his seat and faced the teacher when “Damn” sounded behind him. Paxton, along with the rest of the class, turned to directly behind him to face the girl residing in the seat. No one had time to comment as the teacher added to her remark and tacked it onto his lesson.

“-genocide is not 100. And systemic racism is not litty. As we travel through all of humanity’s most horrific atrocities, I want you to feel shooketh. Thank you. Trust'' as if the intro could not get worse, the teacher dabbed and then proceeded to stumble into the trash can placed beside his desk. Paxton slouched into his seat with a sharp breath intake and a slight cringe, he knew it was going to be a very long year.

~~~

With class finally over, students emptied the room and Paxton followed but stopped smoothly in the middle of the hallway; dropping his bag to tie his shoe and then continued to class.

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The day droned by, only being briefly punctuated with excitement from Trent and persistent stares. When the bell rang signaling the end of the school day athletes and club kids alike made their way to their respective areas. Paxton found his way to the school pool for a much-needed outlet for his energy. Swimming, for Paxton, was like breathing. It came naturally and was a reprieve from everyday stresses. People stared yes, but it was not because of his objective attractiveness and more so because of his fluidity inside the water. In the water, Paxton moved one with it. It seemed as though the water acted as his guide instead of pushing against him. This coupled with the fact that the pool was where Paxton had felt the most comfortable and the most accepted. Yes, he was competing when he swam but it was never a chore; honestly, Paxton would spend all day, every day in the water if he could.

Practice ended, to much of the swimmers’ dismay, and soon after they were emptying the school into the night air, “Later man '' Paxton called to one of his teammates before bounding down the steps. He cut right to his car and reveled in the thought of finally getting home and back into the bed he’d been daydreaming about from the moment he left it, when a voice, calling his name from behind, stopped him in his tracks.

He pivoted on his toes to face, the girl from his history class? Confusion flooded his body as the girl, now introduced as Devi Vishwakumar, began to ramble and Paxton’s face contorted as his puzzlement started to show. Devi could see that Paxton was not connecting who she was to anyone he’d seen and sighed slightly before begrudgingly admitting,

“I was also paralyzed last year?”

Realization fell onto Paxton’s face but it was gone as soon as it appeared. Devi didn’t miss a beat before continuing,

“Oh, okay, great. You are familiar with that.” She took a breath, “So here’s the thing. I’m into you.” She scanned Paxton’s face for any indication that her words affected him, she did not find one and seemingly panicked because she recommenced, stating “Like, I could name every class you’ve had for the last two years.”

Paxton’s face smoothed, two beats passed, and he only blinked. Devi spat out, “But I won’t do that. And I know you’d never be my boyfriend, because you’re you and I’m me,” Paxton rocked on his feet. “-but I was wondering if you would ever consider…” she swallowed and stuttered through her embarrassment “h--having sex with me?”

Several moments of tense silence followed and Devi broke, the words tumbling from her mouth like a busted pipe. “Oh, my God. I’m such an idiot. I’m so sorry. I can’t believe I just did that.” She was turned around, fleeing, at this point potentially to go hide in her room, never to come out again when Paxton spoke up.

“Yeah. Okay.”

“What?” Devi could not believe her ears

“Just sex, right?” Paxton asked

“Just sex,” Devi confirmed

“I’m down, but I can’t tonight” Paxton had a date, with his bed, and also a movie with Rebecca not that he’d ever tell Devi that.

“Wow, okay!” The shock in Devi’s voice couldn’t be hidden if she tried, and she did not even attempt to. “Twist. This is surprising. Looking forward to it. Will circle back about it.” The shock melded into something akin to excitement and that bled from her every word. She stuck out her hand, Paxton looked down at it before hesitantly taking it into his own, she gave him one enthusiastic shake. Her smile was blinding, and Paxton stopped his own upturning lips at the strangeness of the entire interaction. He turned and walked away without looking back. When Paxton made it to the school lot it was practically empty, save for a few other cars, none of which were near his own. He climbed into his truck and tossed his bag into the passenger side, at last, letting himself think about what just happened. His mind replayed the scene in his head and he gave a little laugh, this would not be the first time someone wanted to have sex with him but it was the first that someone had been as bare with it plus the first time someone let their reaction show at his answer. He shook his head because it was not a big deal but when he pulled out of the parking lot and set off on the road home, Paxton could not shake the feeling that was telling that this was going to be interesting.

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makeste · 5 years

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tumblr note counter thing!

so this is a nifty thing that goes through your blog and counts your original posts (not reblogs) and how many notes they’ve received, and which ones are the most popular. and you can then posts the results if you so desire. which, I figured, hey why not.

so it seems I have received 26,273 notes on 883 original posts. I had no idea I’d made that many original posts. BnHA definitely accounts for a good chunk of them by this point, and I guess I’ve made more original KHR posts than I thought. anyways wow. so here are the top nine, because for some reason it didn’t do a top ten. which to me feels kind of incomplete, but I’ll try not to let it eat away at my soul.

1). “these are not kings, but princes” - 26 June 2018

my super sentimental KHR essay about adolescence and the nostalgia of youth and all the emotions I still get whenever I reread/watch this series. I’m still kind of floored by the reception this post has gotten tbh, but I’m thrilled it resonated with so many people.

2). “BnHA Bonus Rant #5 - All for One for All” - 16 June 2019

my attempting-to-piece-all-this-shit-together theory about the true origins of One for All, and how its potential ties to All For One may run much deeper than we thought. I used up all my brainpower on this theory my dudes. so go ahead and do your worst Horikoshi.

3). “BnHA 222″ - 29 March 2019

here’s a theory that actually did get jossed -- or at least it currently seems that way. I still stubbornly believe that AFO gave Tenko the Decay quirk, even if it no longer appears that he fucked with his memories in any way. call me crazy, but I still think the most evil bastard in the world may have had more of a hand in the exceptionally devastating and suspiciously opportune events that went down in the Shimura home that night.

4). “here’s a small piece of evidence for the twin theory” - 18 March 2019

this is honestly @baezetsu’s post, not mine. they did all the research. all I did was respond to the ask and ooh-and-ahh and then the post just blew up. anyways this is more evidence that Fuyumi and Touya are twins. basically their names can be interpreted to mean “fire bow” and “light arrow”, respectively. Horikoshi you clever bastard.

5). “KHR 064 - This is When They Got Me” - 13 July 2018

lol I had no idea this post had reached 300 notes oh shit. anyways so that would make this far and away my most popular recap, and it’s for KHR! specifically the chapter where Gokudera DIVES in front of Tsuna and takes a potentially fatal blow for him and Me From Ten Years Ago is all “!!!!!!!!” and realizes I would die for this boy.

6). “my biggest takeaway from BnHA 223″ - 05 April 2019

this is the post where I was like “oh, maybe Ground Zero will be his hero name after all.” little did I know that twenty chapters later Horikoshi would come along and be all “actually here’s some evidence that Best Jeanist nudged him towards choosing the name you originally theorized all along”! and of course, Kacchan being Kacchan and Horikoshi being Horikoshi, we still don’t fucking know what he actually picked. maybe I haven’t made it clear enough how badly I want it. maybe if I bombard the manga with one-star ratings on the app store he’ll finally start listening.

7). “the new BakuDeku status quo” - 12 April 2019

so this was basically an impromptu essay about how Bakugou and Deku are Best Friends Now By My Estimates which admittedly may be slightly biased. nah, but seriously, Bakugou totally has his back and it’s incredible. have I been praying for this since chapter one? absolutely. did I actually think it would happen so soon and so blatantly? hell no. we are blessed.

8). “BnHA Bonus Rant #4 - Bakumom” - 20 February 2019

yo guys I was honestly so anxious about posting this. I feel like talking about Mitsuki in this fandom is akin to tap dancing around a landmine. but it’s not really something I could avoid talking about forever given how often I essay about Bakugou, so eventually I just went for it and this was my best effort. it has gone over a lot better than I expected, and it makes me think this fandom is way more chill than it gets credit for, honestly. I got anxious for nothing. people are cool.

9). “BnHA Chapter 231 - hEY WHAT THE FUCK” - 07 June 2019

lol and last but not least, finally an actual BnHA recap. so this was the chapter in which A CERTAIN BEDENIMED SOMEONE was found to be FUCKING MISSING and then implied to have been FUCKING MURDERED and UNCEREMONIOUSLY STUFFED INTO A DUFFEL BAG by a MEDIUM-SIZED DIURNAL BIRD OF PREY. !! you know what that is? that is Not Cool, that’s what that fucking is. anyways fandom was all “hahaha what” and so this got a ton more notes than usual lmao. we’re all still just trying to laugh it off. maybe if we act unconvinced enough, Horikoshi will relent and be all “yeah I was just joshing.” right, Horikoshi? right? right??

and that’s it! my top nine posts! and it turns out there is another thing on that site that lets you count your top ten, and my 10th biggest is actually the recap for chapter 242 which I posted just a couple weeks ago. the one where class 1-A saves Christmas. so anyway, this was fun. it’s cool to look back. and a full 8 out of 10 of these posts are just from the last year, too. who says tumblr is dying. or maybe that just goes to show how out of sync I am with trends and shit lol.

#tumblr #makeste reads bnha #khr #bnha meta #bnha spoilers #credit to @catalists for linking the counter thing on their blog #there used to be all kinds of things like this for lj but I rarely see them for tumblr #so this is cool!

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mac buys a motorcycle.

PHILADELPHIA, PA 11:15 ON A MONDAY

"Come on, it's badass, dude! I thought you'd be excited! It's like I'm Ghost Rider and you're- Wait, no, it's like I'm Michael Carrington and you're Stephanie Zinoni!"

"... I'm Stephanie Zinoni."

"Yeah, man, but not like, because of the romance and stuff, because of the motorcycle!"

"That's not even the original, Mac, why is that your first thought-"

"Because I am no ordinary boy, Dennis. I am now a rider... that's cool."

Dennis pinches the bridge of his nose.

Mac assumes it must be because of the mid-morning sun or a hangover or a migraine, not that he's annoyed- because there's no way he could possibly be annoyed with this. It's basically the best thing that's ever happened to them.

One Mac Mcdonald is now the proud owner of an actual, working, not-stolen, bought-with-real-life-money motorcycle. Sure, it's a little... antique and... rustic... and some of those other words people on fixer-upper shows use to describe garbage. But it was cheap and it runs and Mac kinda sorta mostly knows how to ride it- and that's enough for him.

"This is why we never have money for the goddamn groceries, Mac-"

"Dennis, Dennis..." Mac holds out his palms like he's trying to steady a spooked horse, "I didn't take it out of our account."

"Then how- You know what?" Dennis flits a dismissive hand through the air. "I don't care, I don't want to know."

This isn't exactly playing out how Mac had pictured it in his head. He'd tossed in bed for hours last night fantasizing about rolling up on his bike, leaving a trail of gravel and skid marks in his dust. Then Dennis sees him and his jaw drops just before his mouth curves into that big, disbelieving smile, and he thinks Mac's just as cool as Country Mac was (God rest his soul) and he hops on and they speed off and Dee and Frank and Charlie are so jealous and-

It's not going like that at all.

But he could fix this!

Mac curves his eyebrows up into a knot and pouts his lips, staring Dennis down without so much as blinking. Dude could act frustrated all he wanted, but he never said no the puppy dog eyes.

Dennis folds his arms across his chest, lowers his shoulders, and visibly softens. This is working...

"So you want me to ride it with you?" he asks quietly and matter-of-factly, all of the sting gone from his voice.

"Uh-huh."

"And you expect me to sit on the... the bitch seat of this Mad-Maxian death trap?"

"Oh," Mac chirps. "Well, if you're scared, then you don't have to-"

"I am not-!" Dennis steels himself, glaring at the triumphant grin on Mac's lips. His tone is calm when he speaks again. "I am not scared. That's absurd. I am a very impetuous man when I want to be."

Mac simply shrugs. He has no idea what that means, but it sounds like a yes, so he'll take it.

"Then prove it," he teases, turning back to the motorcycle.

Mac knocks the kickstand off the ground with his boot and throws his leg over the seat. He grips the handlebars, just clenching them in his hands, squeezing until his knuckles turn white. Taking a deep, full breath, he revels in this moment. Sure, he was already badass before, but on this thing, he's like fucking Maverick in Top Gun. It's an incredible feeling-

Until Dennis' damn reptilian monster claws dig into his shoulder blades.

"You're supposed to put your arms around me, dude," -Mac clicks his tongue in chastising disapproval- "so you don't fall off and get, like, shredded."

"I am not a goddamn wedge of parmesan cheese, Mac, I will not be shredded by anything," -he slackens his already loose grip- "and it's humiliating enough I have to sit behind you like I'm an aging Harrison Ford, I'm not going to wrap my arms around you."

Mac sighs through his nose in quiet annoyance, like he's dealing with a bratty child (because he essentially is), and revs the engine just once. "Fine, but I'm not paying your hospital bills when you get, and I repeat, shredded."

"I'm skeptical that you could."

Eh, that's fair. He'll let him have that one.

"And aren't you going to put on a helmet?" Dennis keeps rambling. "You do remember how this ended for your cousin, right? And he was certainly better at this than you."

Mac suppresses a grumble in his throat.

"Oh, sure, Dennis," he scoffs, "and while I'm at it, why don't I just slap a sticker on my head that says pussy?"

There are- finally- no more protests after that.

Good.

The motorcycle gets going with a bit of a struggle, sputtering like a kinked hose, but once it's off, it's off. The streets are uncharacteristically empty, giving the bike a lot of room to swerve and move around- not that Mac needs to, he knows how to work it! After a couple of twists and turns through Philly, once he really gets a feel for the thing, Mac starts gunning it and blatantly disobeying all posted road signs. He's not sure how far over the limit he's going, but it's hard not to speed when there's no one on the road. The few cars he does pass, he weaves in and out of and drifts around, earning himself a few frustrated honks in the process. They're just jealous of how cool he looks with his boy-

His boy. His guy. His dude. Bro. Buddy. Den. Dennis. Dennis Reynolds. His friend.

"You're going to get me killed, you know!" Dennis, think of the devil, shouts over the sickly cough of the struggling engine.

Mac can't figure out why the hell Dennis is so stressed out. It's not as if they're going to take a wrong turn and careen off the edge of the Grand Canyon, they're in fucking Philadelphia. Worst case scenario, they'll ram into some bozo's car, tip over, and walk away with a couple of scrapes and road rashes.

Not that that's going to happen.

He's definitely holding on now, though. Each time they pick up a little speed or take a sudden corner, Dennis curls against his back like an agitated cat, hands clutching fistfuls of Mac's tee shirt and grinding into his sides. Den is all knobby bones and sharp knees and jagged edges, but Mac doesn't mind- he's gotten used to it over the course of... basically their entire lives. He's never minded. Not in high school when they crashed together under the bleachers, not during movie nights at their apartment, not getting brownout drunk in the same side of a booth at the bar, and definitely not now. He figures some people would probably find being prodded in the backside like this unpleasant, but it's just... just Dennis. It's familiar.

"It's not- not that I'm scared or anything! I just think everyone would be a lot happier if you slowed down a little!"

"I don't know, that sounds pretty scared to me, man!" Mac yells back as sharp fingernails burrow into his ribcage. He likes the way it feels, like God himself cracking the rib of Adam in his hands to set the world in motion.

"It's not about that, it's about obeying the goddamn traffic laws so you don't end up with a ticket that I have to pay out of our- my bank account!"

Mac pretends not to hear him. Maybe if Dennis would just shut up and enjoy the wind in his hair, he wouldn't be so testy. He can't figure out what the big deal is. Dennis hadn't been upset last night. He was sober (not totally sober, that would be dangerous, but mostly), took a long shower before bed, did his nightly skincare routine, sat across the sofa from Mac while they watched Food Network, complained about every single dish even though he himself almost never cooked or ate, fell asleep with his head flush against a throw pillow and his balmed lips slightly parted as he breathed softly-

Stoplight! They're at a stoplight!

Mac hits the brake hard to avoid rear-ending the car in front of him, which sends him lurching forward. As he sways, two ridgid hands clamp onto either side of his head and a sharp, anxious breath is drawn behind him.

What...?

He glances back at Dennis over his shoulder, brow tense with confusion. Before he can ask him what's up, he's struck by the gentle look of concern on his face, by the teeth rolling over his lip as he tentatively lowers his hands back down, by the way all of his edges go soft...

Oh.

Oh!

"Oh my God, Den, are you worried about me?" Mac slaps a hand on the bike in surprise. "Dennis, that is so sweet, dude!"

"Well..." Dennis swallows a lump, avoiding direct eye contact. His hands are pulled back now, resting on his own thighs instead of around Mac. "If you die, we both die, so... I simply have my best interest in mind."

A long moment passes between them, neither moving back into position or saying anything more. Mac watches a bead of sweat roll down Dennis' forehead, watches him lick his chapped lips, watches him like he's the only fucking person in the whole entire world because, to Mac, he-

Some dick is honking at him. Asshole. He could just go around or whatever!

"You want to head back to the bar, man?" Mac asks sympathetically, like he's asking him if he needs medicine for a headache or a warm blanket.

Dennis doesn't answer immediately.

Then the jerk behind them honks again.

"Would you-" Dennis does a one-eighty, then whirls back to Mac. "Yes, I would like to go home and get away from," -he waves a hand in the car's direction- "this rude man who honks!"

And just like that they're back to normal... which is kind of a relief. Totally normal. Just hanging out. That's a good thing.

Mac repositions himself and starts back towards the bar, slower this time, at what he guesses is a reasonable speed. He has no idea, honestly, but he's pretty sure he's supposed to go faster than the cars because the bike is smaller. That makes sense to him.

Dennis' hands are no longer jabbing into him like a couple of Swiss army knives with all of the tools loose. They aren't exactly around him, either, but they're definitely on him. They're trained at either side of his torso, not hesitant in any way, just there. One of Dennis' fingers is drumming against his rib, presumably to some song he's got stuck in his head. His breath is steady on the back of Mac's tousled hair and, every once in a while, at a stop, he adjusts and Dennis' chest and thighs brush up against his back- just for a second.

Mac will never admit that he takes the long way back to the bar.

By the time they return, he figures it must be about half past noon. The middle of the day on a Monday isn't exactly a busy time for them. No one is really drinking (themselves excluded, of course), so hopefully Dee and Charlie won't nag about where they've been and how they haven't worked all morning. Then Dennis would get annoyed and probably never do this again.

They'll probably never do it again, anyways. He is not Michael Carrington and Dennis is not Stephanie Zinoni.

Mac hangs back for a minute after Dennis hops off and heads into the bar, muttering something about how he has to go fix his hair and reminding Mac to pick the bugs out of his teeth- the ones that weren't already there before.

They're back to normal. That's a good thing. It's definitely a good thing.

He drifts off thinking about that scene where Michelle Pfeiffer somehow climbs around onto the front of the motorcycle and flips her hair and blocks the view, but it doesn't matter because the road is empty and they're together and they're in love, and Dennis is kissing him and he doesn't even complain about the metal prodding into his back and bruising his pale skin because he just wants to kiss Mac that badly and-

He's going to have to say some Hail Marys later for that one.

Mac isn't sure how many he has to say to repent for how badly he wants Dennis' hands in his hair again. If he asks a priest, he'll have to confess to it out loud, so he'll just guess. Maybe there aren't enough breaths in him to make up for the things that he feels. Maybe he'll have to pay in the afterlife instead.

The bike is still worth every Hail Mary, and every penny.

#it's always sunny in philadelphia #it's always sunny #iasip #dennis reynolds #mac mcdonald #macdennis #fics #my writing #i have no idea how religion or motorcycles work!! and it's obvious!!!#lots of casual references to the cursed film that is grease 2 #this is short and stupid and goes nowhere and nothing happens #but i'm a clown so here ya go

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dontyouhearmehowling · 4 years

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oh my god. Ok so I just scrolled through your blog and my heart hurts because there is so much love and just so much stuff I can relate too and I just ahhh damnnn it I cant even but like can I please have the story of your relationship with this girl your with? please? i'm a hopeless romantic I feel too much I love so hard my own love life is complicated but i know the kind of love you talk about thats exactly how i love the love of my life too so yours is a story I need to hear

ok so. it all started on April 31st, 2018. i reblogged one of those ask games and she sent me an emoji that said “i’m too scared to talk to you but i think you’re great” and i was like do it!!! and she did!!!! she texted me after i had already gone to sleep tho, so i only answered the next day. but then we talked all day. and the next. and the next. and we never ran out of things to talk about and even only knowing her for a few days i already felt comfortable enough with her to talk about anything?? it was wild. since day 1 we’ve had this connection that i’ve never had with anyone else and its my favorite thing in the world. after like a week we already had a bunch of inside jokes, something that i’d never had before, and i was already crushing on her. ok so we became very close friends like immediately, and i mostly ignored my crush on her bc i thought she didn’t like me back and usually i’d get meaningless crushes on everyone at first before i met her. but then this other girl and i started flirting and i realized i didnt like her bc i liked c too much, so i broke things off and kinda went like “oh shit this is real” and decided that i’d just stay friends with c until i eventually couldnt take it anymore and had to tell her abt my feelings bc thats how i am. anyways ok cool meanwhile i made her watch the good place on rabb.it with me which will be relevant later.

ok so fast forward to may 21st or something around that time. its time to sleep bc i have school the next day so we say goodnight, but then i guess she says something or reblogs something and i get sad bc i realize she doesnt like me back. so i make some hashtag sad posts abt yearning and then i realize i told her i was going to sleep and i didnt want her to think i didnt want to talk to her so i text her again and say like “ok i was going to go to sleep but then i got sad abt my crush” and SHE GOES “you have a crush????????” and im there like. what in the hell bc not only did i not try to hide it At All, i constantly posted about it and had an entire tag about her and i thought it was pretty obvious. so anyways i go “yes?? i thoought you knew that?? im literally always posting about it??” and she asks me to talk abt the crush and who it is. i say “just stalk the tag if u want, im going to sleep” then shes like “nO WAIT WHO IS IT” and im like. blatantly ignoring that and my heart is already beating out of my chest but she Really wants to know and then at one point i say “please dont make me answer that” so shE SAYS “you’re making me think that its me” and i say “i dont know what you want me to say” and SHE GOES “I WANT YOU TO SAY THAT ITS ME BC I HAVE A HUGE CRUSH ON YOU” so i just. die. right then and there. also yknow we talk about it and its like after 1 am and im just happier than i’ve ever been. ok so 2 days later she asks me out Officially and its great and shes the cutest gf ever and she made me feel more wanted than i’d ever felt in my entire life. then 6 days later she sends me a big big big text on tumblr and long story short (bc it was kinda personal), she would be deleting her all social media for the summer.

so she was gone. and we had only dated for a week at this point, but we’d known each other for 2 months, and i already loved her. i already knew she was the love of my life. i didnt even try to move on, i’d tell people i didnt wanna move on cuz i knew i was meant to love her. i had another blog like this that i used to talk about how much i loved and missed her (so like. exactly like this). i literally reasoned with myself that like. that happened because before i met her i was in a really bad place after a terrible relationship and i was almost giving up on finding someone who actually made me feel loved bc i thought it would never happened, so i was like “ok so i was in a really bad place, so the universe brought my soulmate a little early just for a while so that i would know i had to hold on, and when its actually time for us to be together, it will bring us to each other once again” like i actually told myself that, in those words. and yknow what? i wasnt even wrong. on july 15th she texted me from an empty tumblr with her old url and at first i literally couldnt believe it but we talked for hours and hours and i asked her what happened bc i thought she was disconnecting for the summer and she said “i was. i am. i just couldnt not talk to you anymore” and she said that she thought about me every single day, and i told her i missed her and she said she didnt text sooner bc she thought i’d be angry at her and ofc i wouldnt, i could never be angry at her and besides, she was just taking care of herself and i said i dont think i could be anything less than head over heels for for, and she said she felt the same way, but wasnt ready to be more than friends yet. but that had always been more than enough for me. just having her in my life would always be more than enough for me. so we stayed friends.

then, on august 9th i got this ask.

and she saw it after i said i was gonna go to bed (bc again, i had school the next day) and she texted me a whole thing about how that was the nicest thing anyone had ever said about her and that i should be asleep but she had to get it out of her chest and that her anxiety made it hard for her to show how much i meant to her so she was sorry if i didnt know and this would probably make no sense but she was tired of keeping it to herself bc shes the luckiest person alive for having met me and that it was gonna be so hard because shes so difficult (shes not) and her anxiety is difficult but that she literally spent every night thinking about me and of buying plane tickets to come see me so that she could be with me. then she was like “im sorry if this is uncomfortable to you and you can just ignore it but i think im in love with you and this is over text and not romantic at all (it was the most romantic night of my life) but you’re asleep (i wasnt) and we arent together but i want to be one day” and until this i was Trying to fall asleep and then i checked my phone that kept RINGING and died a thousand times over and started to answer and she sent other texts saying “i’ve never felt this way about anyone before i’m so in love with you its fucking ridiculous and this is gonna be so complicated but fuck i want this so bad / i’m sorry it took me so long / would you move to new york with me?” and i was This Close to literally fucking exploding like. how the hell was this happening how was it not a DREAM. so we talked and i obviously said i loved her too and eventually she asked me out and thats still probably the best night of my life. other highlights: “i’ve loved you way before august 9th so jot that down” and “off topic but i love you / you’re honestly my other half” and, after i said “you cant make me laugh its 2am”, she answered “i’m going to make you laugh for the rest of your life so help me god” and thats my favorite thing anyone has ever said to me probably and so far she’s kept her word.

anyways we got back together and then she told me that she never even told her friends she broke up with me??? bc that way she could keep pretending we were still together???? literally like sjdksndk imagine being this loved. i dont have to. anyways she wrote poems abt me sometimes and her christmas gift for me was gonna be a book with all her poems and she called it “what we owe to each other” because of the good place (remember how i said it’d be relevant later? its later) bc like she said that when we were watching tgp together on rabb.it thats when she realized that she Really Truly liked me like For Real. and the inscription on the book was going to be “to the girl i love / and what i owe her” and. yall. i cry. anyways one of the poems had a huge impact on us. heres the story:

and she got them but we broke up before she got to mail them to me. what happened was she had some mental health problems and she said she couldnt give me what i needed at the time but knew i’d still give her my all bc thats just how i am and she thought it wouldnt be fair so she broke things off to work on her mental health. she said she would need some time before we could be friends. the last thing we said was that we loved each other. this was in like november 2018, and we didnt talk for months. i actually tried to move on this time after a while, but it didnt take. and then i gave up for good. havent tried since. but anyways, then, on march 11th, 2019, i had my first day of college back in my home country, and we have this “pranks”/games that seniors get to do to the freshmen, and one of them required eggs, and they asked us to paint them, so i panted mine as iron man bc it was easy, but c LOVES iron man. like. LOVES. like in a Whole New Level of loving. once when we were dating she said she loved me more than tony stark and i was like. shook. like she tattooed “T.S” on her ankle after him. u get the point. she loves him very much, its adorable and endearing and i love it. anyways. so i sent her a picture of it saying like “you dont have to answer this but i made this for my university and i thought you would like it” and she answered and IMMEDIATELY something clicked and we talked and talked and talked and it was never weird or awkward or uncomfortable. it never is with her. its incredible, i cant explain it. i Know shes my soulmate like thats the ONLY possible explanation for this kind of connection. its unreal. anyways. we became friends again! all was well.

then one beautiful night she drunk texts me sndjkajs she sends me so many texts and says it sucks that we live so far away and that she saw my posts (in this particular case, one that said something about like. when she talked about love now, was it about someone else?) and she said that it wasnt. and then she went to sleep and i only saw the texts when i woke up and i was DYING bc we had a 4 hour difference and it’d take a while for her to wake up. when she did, we talked and she said she wasnt over me and was scared she might never be, and even though we were still gonna stay friends, it was nice to know that she still loved me. ok so fast forward a bit more and i was starting to wonder if she’d moved on again, when she finds out her best friend had a crush on her, and that conversation ends up with her saying “it was 100% platonic for me / sorry if thats weird i just wanted you to know that” and it was NOT weird it was GREAT NEWS bc i was Hella jealous of her best friend and at first i wondered if they were dating and anyways the fact that she wanted me to know that was a pretty good hint that she still had feelings for me. ngl im still somewhat jealous of h (c’s best friend), but thats just bc im an insecure lil bitch and also bc they get to go out and do stuff together that i cant do with c bc of the distance, yknow? but anyways. then she went on a graduation trip in mid to the end of june and she bought me a magnet. just. out of nowhere. i cannot stress enough how Incredibly unexpected this was. so much so that i actually convinced myself that it meant she was over me????? literally. what the fuck. anyways we named him together and coincidentally (or bc of soulmate powers. who knows) we both had the same favorite names. i still love that.

okay so then we go to july 29th, 2019. first of all theres one of my favorite interactions Ever which was like after i was venting about something and i was thanking her and i said “you’re always here for me” to which she answered “nowhere else i’d rather be” and i still think thats peak romance and i will take no criticism on this. anyways so then she sent me a poem that she wrote based on a song i’d sent her (the song i called “heaven is a place” and its the BIGGEST mood for being in love and i sent it to her bc it was how i felt about her so her writing a poem about it?? literally the best thing ever. love it) anyways it was a beautiful poem and i cried and got very emotional and kinda went too far in my compliments (aka being very obvious about my romantic feelings) and then i was like oh no sorry if i made u uncomfortable and she was like. “you have NEVER. EVER EVER EVER EVER made me uncomfortable” “you’re the only person on planet earth i am comfortably myself around” and “there’s nothing you could ever say that i wouldn’t wanna hear” and anyways it was just very good and romantic conversation even tho we were just cough cough platonic hashtag gal pals hashtag no homo ✌️ and then she was like ok wait. i need to talk to u abt something. and in short she said she was waiting for us and i was like well what are you waiting for exactly? and she was like idk?? for us to accidentally bump into each other in new york in a few years?? WHICH WAS LITERALLY WHAT I’D DAYDREAM ABOUT BACK IN JUNE 2018 BEFORE SHE CAME BACK OKAY so anyways we had a Great conversation and said i love you about a thousand times each and she decided she was gonna buy tickets to come see me. and then she dID like TWO DAYS LATER. lichrally. queen of impulsivity but in the best way possible.

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ok quick edit here cuz i forgot to say that when i found out she was coming i asked for my mom’s help to make a necklace pendant for her from scratch. my mom works with prosthetics so she has the material to make jewelry and back when c and i were dating in 2018 i had made this lil design for a necklace that had the moon and the ocean (bc duh) and i was gonna give it to her for valentines day in 2019 but we broke up before that so i didnt get the chance, but when i found out i was meeting her i knew i had to. so i made the necklace in wax, like this:

and my mom took it to her work and heated it up to melt it and keep the shape of it to fill with silver, and this was the result:

i gave it to her when she got here and she wore it while she was here and it made me so happy. ok edit over

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ok so we kept being like couple-y but not officially in a relationship bc we didnt want to make her anxiety worse. also at one point she was like “so about the ‘i love you more than the moon/ocean’ thing, since we BOTH love BOTH of the moon AND the ocean, i think its only Fair if we update our love declarations to ‘i love you more than the mocean’ bc its mix of both but thats not a word, buT its pronounced exactly like ‘motion’. therefore we should both start saying ‘i love you more than the motion’”. so now we have both the wonderful, romantic, original version, and the NOT ROMANTIC AT ALL DO U HEAR ME C??? version :) and after this day she always started with the WORST!!!!!! version, and i always started with the Only Valid Version, but we’d still answer each other’s ofc because. well. thats love i gues?? it sorta goes like this though: her: i love you more than the motion / me: i hate u / me: i literally hate u so much / me: i Also love you more than the motion

but anyways she was coming to visit me but the plane ticket wasnt for my home country it was for where i was going to university at (a new university, i was starting over) and when i first got here on this campus, i didnt have a working phone number for this country, and i wouldnt be able to access the wifi for 3 days, so i had no way of talking to her. it was TERRIBLE and i missed her more than anything in my LIFE but when i got wifi (after CRYING to the people here bc theyre the most unorganized uni ever and i was already very overwhelmed and stressed) i immediately called her and she’d sent me over 100 text messages dkfjssjks it was amazing, there were two (2) videos of her singing (which is like. objectively the best thing in the world, and the song was rlly romantic and i love it sm when she showed it to me for the first time she said it made her think abt me), a poem, AND a HUGE text with “i love you” written like. a THOUSAND TIMES. seriously i have a gif of it opening and scrolling bc it was so long that the text wouldnt show up directly on the chat screen and u have to click on it to see the rest. i’d never felt more loved in my entire life by anyone ever. anyways so then it came the day for her to get here and i had to wake up at 5 am to go get her at the airport and the uber was like $40 but who CARES it was the best day of my LIFE and i got there 20 minutes earlier bUT GUESS WHAT SO DID SHE (hashtag just soulmate things) then we facetimed the entire time while she was walking through the airport and getting her luggage and then she hung up to walk to the door where i was and we hugged for like 5 minutes and we were totally in people’s way and also almost fell but it was the best thing in the world and i never should’ve let her go. but, we had to go home, so i did. and we spent 4 days together and im not gonna go into details bc this is already too long but u can always send me another ask about her visit if ur not a coward. also i bought her a hoodie from my uni and whenever she wears it i just. die. in short, those days were the happiest i’ve ever been. this campus res had never felt like home before that friday and it hasnt again since that monday, but i swear to god, during those 4 days, this was the only place i could possibly belong.

anyways then she left and i cried for the entire uber ride home and then i cried all day. lmao. also when she was here she gave me the poetry book, the magnet, and the bracelet. still wear the bracelet every single day and i love it more than anything. but then personal stuff happened and we kinda stopped being couple-y again and we’re just friends now but before new years i asked her if she still loved me and she said yes and she said she’d tell me if it changed so ✌️✌️ im assuming it hasnt. even tho my brain is a bitch and everyday its like. today. today is the day. this is when its gonna happen. buT yknow we’ve spent months before without even talking to each other and we got through that still in love, so i mostly ignore it. and tbh i know that actually like, even if we grow apart now (god forbid, but still) we’ll find our way back to each other eventually. like, i’ve said this before and i’ll say it again: nothing, not even the universe itself, can convince me that shes not my soulmate. and even if it turns out i’m not hers, loving her is still the greatest honor i can think of.

another edit: also i started drawing recently and the first person i’ve ever finished drawing was her and also (surprise surprise @c since you’re already seeing all my feelings anyway) bc of my second drawing i almost missed the deadline for one of my midterms (which was a take-home test) bc instead of writing it i spent the entire day before the deadline finishing the drawing which was a secret valentines day gift (secret as in she didnt know it was supposed to be a gift, she thought it was just a drawing inspired by a quote that she loves) and i finished at 2 am but shes 3 hours behind so for her it was still 11 pm which MEANS it was still valentines day so it still counts, i win, lesbian rights!

#mine #l #answered #dont rb #i dont think anyone will but this is personal and i dont want to risk it getting out #i wanna have this bc i love telling people this story and next time someone asks i’ll just send them this post

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The Witch is Sealed

Chapter 1

A/N: This is my first fanfic and I’m really nervous about posting this but I hope that some feed back might encourage me to post what I write more often.

Italics means flashback

Namjoon x Reader x OC

fluffy with some angst.

There was once a time, in a universe far different from ours, where the Earth was filled with extraordinary beings who possessed strange and unique abilities. These beings were called elementals or chargers but they were more commonly referred to as witches; they lived alongside the humans in peace. The two would help each other grow in knowledge that was ever expanding and art that shaped the idea of beauty for a millennia. It was a renaissance of dreams and aspirations, a time when humanity pushed the boundaries of the natural law with the help of witches. There were no wars, the very idea was inconceivable to the old generation nor was there famine, it was truly a time when the world was at peace with itself. Unfortunately just as quickly as this everlasting peace had blossomed, it collapsed. One witch was all it took. Her soul was corrupted and turned rotten from the inside out, there was nothing but evil and darkness left in her blackened heart. She used her new found dark powers and previous knowledge of the world to massacre thousands of people, not just ordinary humans either, she didn’t care who was caught in the crossfire of her rage. Entire cities were burned with a single wave of her outstretched hand.

After the dawn had broken the new day, all that was left were the ashes of memories and towns burned to the ground. The evil witch was said to have hung herself as at sunrise, but others have speculated that she still lurks somewhere within the shadows. As a result of her uncontained violence and the utter destruction she released upon the world, a council was called upon to rid the world of witches, the people had turned against each other. The world was abruptly thrown into a dark age, with nothing but slaughter and violence to paint the years. The council consisted of three humans and three witches; together they came to a compromise. The remaining witches would leave the humans domain. The earth they were to live upon was to be hidden from sight. ( a small chunk of land deep within the forest)The new world for witches would be contained and enchanted, so that no human could ever stumble upon it.

After the witches disappeared, over the years they were forgotten, only a select few were allowed to remember. The council and their descendants were sworn to secrecy. Over the last thousand years however, someone betrayed that promise. Only a century ago the humans openly hated the witches and a group of new age witch hunters would even go so far as to burn someone convicted of being a witch at the stake; just like in the dark ages. As a result of this witches were here on banned from ever leaving their separate domain, a spell was cast, an invisible force kept it hidden from human eye. No one would dare step near it in fear of the consequences of crossing the line that divides the two worlds. That was the original deal, stay on your side and no one gets hurt, but you never know what kind of lost soul could be wandering about the lines that separate our realities.

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It had started out as any regular day in the cabin like cottage. Except the normally clean living room was a mess with half burnt candles and the smell of sage was left lingering throughout the house. A slight ache pounded through your temples; most likely a result of last night's bonfire event. You and your two roommates had celebrated you passing your midterms with flying colors. They had surprised you when you came home; the two had greeted you at the door with your favorite cake and a few packs of soul juice. More commonly known as soju for short, the amount you consumed explained the small headache. Namjoon and Al were still passed out somewhere in the house. The three of you occupied the small space in the middle of the forest just two miles away from The School of Powers. You had been training under Namjoon and living together with him and Al for the past six months and honestly things were going great. You all went to the college for chargers and elementals. Al, your older house mate and current best friend, was majoring in spells and enchantments and you happened run into them on the first day of freshman year.

Walking through the crowded halls whilst trying to find out where your next class was, had proven to be beyond difficult. A few people ran past you in the crowded hallway accidentally knocking you over, you braced yourself for the cold hard wood floor to hit your skin. Yet what you felt were a pair of strong arms enveloping your frame and your back prest to a warm chest.

“Are you okay sweetie?” a soft voice asked.

“Y-yeah, sorry I’m just trying to find Enchantments 101,” when you finally turned around to look at the stranger who had saved you from falling, you were met with a rather short boy about 5’3 with the deepest ocean green eyes and jet black hair, his ends dyed a caramel blond and his lips resembled that of a plump rose. He smiled softly as you continued to blatantly stare. He winked at you.

“Well, since I can tell you think I look good like this,” he motioned to his body, “wait til you see my other form.” Confused and now blushing from embarrassment as you had been caught checking him out, you wait to see what happens. Within the blink of an eye you find that a cute girl resembling him is now stood in front of you. Her hair slightly longer and face more rounded, she throws the same wink at you. Her white hoodie seemed longer and was filled out more in the chest area where as the boy you just saw a second ago in the same sweater was definitely flat chested.

“The name’s Al, my special ability is form shifting. So I can go from this,” they then shifted back to their original form that you met them in, “to this.” Voice now much deeper but somehow still sounding the same.

“Wow,” was all you managed to choke out while unable to tear your eyes away from them.

“Enchantments 101 is the room right across the hall by the way.” You finally gathered yourself enough to smile at them and say a quick thanks. They gently grabbed your shoulder before you left. “You never gave me your name,” realization hit you and you suddenly felt very rude.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry, how impolite of me, my name’s Y/n. It’s very nice to have met you.” They chuckled at your sudden panic.

“No need to be so formal, it’s quite alright. I’ll see you around sweetie, now get to class.” you nodded and headed off to class, for some reason now feeling more at ease in this new school.

The cabin that you lived in wasn’t big by any means but it has always been super comfy. However since it wasn’t very spacious, whenever someone cooked something on the stove or in the oven, the whole house went up a few degrees. Knowing this, and also knowing that this would definitely make Al uncomfortable because they had to have the house at 75 or below or else. You began to cook some eggs and toast for everyone’s breakfast. There was just something about today, you didn’t know what but you knew that something was going to happen, call it witches intuition. Breakfast seemed like the most pleasant thing that could happen right now. While scrambling the eggs and adding in the cheese you noticed a tall figure emerge from one of the rooms.

“Y/n?” a deep sleep filled voice asked, “What’s for breakfast?” you turned around and smiled at Namjoon already setting down a plate for him and Al.

“Scrambled eggs with cheese and some toast.” he nodded, content with your answer. He was dressed in his regular Ryan pajamas, which consisted of a long sleeve button up shirt and matching shorts. His tired eyes meet yours with a sweet dimpled smile, his line of sight shifts from you to the food as he begins to spread butter and jam on his toast. Meeting Namjoon had been weird at first but you were almost immediately comfortable with him.

In your skill set course, everyone was supposed to show off their abilities to the class on the first day, so far three kids had gone. The first one was a fire starter and he danced around the class with his flames, it was a really beautiful performance and quiet the cool skill by Park Jimin, the applause he received was deafening. The next one could duplicate herself, it was an amazing skill but it also took a lot of her energy away. Since she wasn’t and elemental she couldn’t draw on the forces of nature to supply her magic energy, she had to recharge herself through touch. That’s the problem with having these powers, it’s a give and take relationship. The more you use your power the more it takes out of you. Depending on whether or not you're an elemental or a charger determines where and how much energy you can give or get. She went to her friend for a long hug after almost passing out due to duplicating herself twice. The class waited until she sat down to cheer for her. You thought to yourself that she shouldn’t have pushed to hard and you hoped she’d be okay, but she seemed fine after a few minutes with her friend. Upon closer inspection you could see their name tags the girls name was Lisa and her friend was Jisoo.

The next skill that you saw sent a chill down your spine; slowly turning your blood to ice. He was an energy manipulator, it’s one of the most dangerous skills out there in the magic world; not to mention extremely rare. The way magic works is that certain people have two types of energy forms. Regular non magics have just one, in simpler terms it’s what’s referred to as the soul and magics have two distinct energy forms, their souls and then their magics. It’s what determines if they can get energy from nature or have specific chargers like people or animals and rarely there are types that charge in isolation, it lets the body know how much energy intake it can withstand before it becomes too much for the person. Being able to manipulate that is truly terrifying. The boy seemed so strong and his skill emphasized that feature ten fold. Jungkook was his name and his demonstration wasn’t exactly what you thought it would be. When he spoke it was gentle, he projected his voice enough for the whole class to hear but it was still soft and the way he spoke was kind.

“Unfortunately I’ll need a volunteer from the audience, my skill has no effect on my own energy or body... I promise I won’t hurt you, my skill is very unique and I’ll admit it can be quite dangerous. I’ve taken many precautions in my life to ensure that I don’t hurt someone. For this demonstration of my skills I’ll suppress the volunteers energy, you’ll feel sleepy and like you’ll need a nap. Once your asleep I’ll stop suppressing it so your natural energy can flow again, waking you up.” Immediately seven or eight hands flew up. You heard the class murmuring about how charming and handsome this guy was, you came to the conclusion that they wanted to be held in his arms while he put them to sleep, because that would be romantic somehow. You decided to raise your hand out of pure curiosity, you didn’t trust him but for some reason that made you feel safer about volunteering.

“You, please come to the front of the class and stand next to me.” he pointed at you and motioned for you to stand with him. The teachers assistant stood next to you on the other side of Jungkook.

“You’ll most likely fall or stumble a little so I’ll stand here to catch you.” you nodded as he placed his hands on your arms, barely touching you, glancing at his name tag it read ‘Namjoon’ looking back over at the boy who would temporarily be messing with your energy you gulped feeling your palms begin to sweat. Your nervousness was obvious and Namjoon began to draw soothing circles on your arms in an attempt to calm you. Jungkook noticed this too and looked you directly in your eyes.

“Hey, it’s going to be okay. Sleep.” he whispered the last part as his palm was held up to your face. Your eyelids slowly shut and the next thing you know you’re waking up on the floor with Namjoons body beneath yours. Quickly you stood up but stumbled about momentarily unable to find your balance. Namjoon was quick to his feet, and Jungkook placed his hands on your back to keep you from falling. With them now both holding you on either side your senses had come back and you were now fully alert and unharmed. Looking down you noticed that your glasses however were not unharmed you must have fallen on them or something because they were broken into two pieces. Namjoon leaned down to pick them up as Jungkook apologized for the accident. When Namjoon handed you back your glasses they were completely fixed, not a scratch on them.

“How did you do that?” you asked still in shock, he sheepishly smiled.

“That’s my skill, I can bind any object on a molecular level.” you looked up at him with a sparkle in your eyes.

“That’s so cool!” he smiled again, this time brighter and you admired his deep set dimples and the way his eyes were shaped like crescent moons. The teachers spoke up, voice directed at you.

“Well miss Y/n, since you’re unharmed and already up here would you like to go next?” you gave a quick nod before turning to look at the class.

“My skill is levitation.” You got a few ‘ooh’s, and awe’s” from the class. You breathed in deep as you focused on trying to levitate a small object. Pencils are always good for this kind of activity, it started with one, then three, then six pencils were suspended in the air. Eventually everyone’s pencils and pens were floating above their heads, even the teachers cup full of pens were dangling in the classroom. You then began to gently set them back down onto the desks, exhaling as you did so. The class applauded you and Namjoon whispered in your ear.

“Great job Y/n,” as he placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. You smiled to yourself, finding this boy to be utterly captivating.

“Oh my god,” you heard Al’s voice as they shuffled into the kitchen area. “It’s so hot! I feel like I’m in Satan's urethra and he has a UTI.” Their hair was a complete mess and they were wearing nothing but baggy shorts that hung loosely off their hips. Thank god they were in male form or else you and Namjoon might have a heart attack. They looked lovingly at Namjoon as a small smile crept up onto their face.

“Your hair’s a mess Joonie,” they ran their fingers through his hair gently fixing it.

“You’re one to talk.” Namjoon rebutted while leaning into Al’s touch, his eyes still halfway closed not completely awake yet.

“If you keep rubbing his hair like that he’ll fall back asleep” you warned. They nodded and moved their hand back to their lap as they sat down.

“Yeah, you’re probably right sweetie.” you felt warmth bloom in your chest at the nickname they had given you on the first day you met. These two were your first friends in college and you felt so much love for them both, just as they did for you.

“Love you should eat. Look at all this food Y/n cooked for us.” love was the first of many nicknames Al gave to Namjoon, he never seemed to mind. The three of you were sat down at the island in the kitchen to finish eating your breakfast. As your mind wandered off, coffee mug in hand and gazing with fondness at the two, you began to reminisce about the first time you saw them both together.

The library is the perfect place to study for exams and get caught up on coursework. As you walk in the giant building you notice chandeliers hung up high on the large roof and what seemed like miles and miles of bookshelves against the walls and a nice common area with couches and bean bags placed all around. You notice two people studying and quizzing each other from afar. As you walked towards the familiar figures, it was Al and Namjoon, smiling to yourself you walked faster to go greet them.

“Hi guys!” you waved frantically like an over excited child. They both looked up and smiled at you

“Sweetie!” Al greeted back and immediately ran up to you to suffocate you in a bone crushing hug. Face now buried in their chest, you were about the same height as them but they wrapped one arm around your head and the other around your back, shoving you into their boobs. You choke out a quiet

“Can’t... Breath.” they let go placing their hands up

“Sorry sweetie, I just got a bit excited,” they shyly smiled and looked down avoiding eye contact, you reassured them it was all right and you both went to go sit next to Namjoon.

“Y/n, it’s so nice to see you again,” he gently patted your back. You had never been one to be a fan of physical affection in particular but something about these two put you at ease. You felt safe with them. You looked down at the table and noticed that there was a scoreboard with their initials on each side of the paper that was split in half. So far Al’s side had 15 marks and Namjoons side only had three.

“What’s this for?” you wondered aloud.

“Ah, this,” Namjoon pointed to the scores, “Is a wager, that Al is currently losing.” they looked up at him and pouted. “ I honestly don’t know why you bet on these every time when you know you can’t beat me.” Still curious as to what exactly was going on you figured you might as well ask.

“So what’s the bet?” Namjoon answered you again.

“If Al beats me on the scoreboard then I owe them 20 bucks, but if I beat Al then they will buy me black bean noodles for dinner.” You nodded still not quite understanding how the game works.

“Sounds fun but Al has more marks on their side, so doesn’t that mean that they are winning?” finally finding their voice Al chimed in

“No, each question that we get wrong is a tally mark on our board so whoever has the highest score loses.” You nodded again

“Ah, I see. So what subject are you studying?”

“Spells.” Al and Namjoon said in unison, the three of you looked at each other and chuckled. You spent the rest of the night studying with them and when it was finally time to go, due to the library’s closing hours, Al packed up their stuff and shifted into their male form

“Come on guys dinners on me.” They winked at both you and Namjoon and you noticed that he tensed up a bit at the sudden change in Al’s form. He bent down next to you as they were almost to the front door.

“I swear I’ll never get used to how fast they can change forms, it shocks me almost every time.” he laughed nervously. You gave him a reassuring smile

“I’m sure you’ll get used to it eventually. Plus it’s a super cool skill to have. I kinda want to talk to them more about it and find out exactly how it works, the same goes for your skill of course, like can you combine any two objects or can you do more than two? you guys are both just so cool.” he smiled down at you a slight blush dusting his cheeks

“Thanks Y/n, that’s really sweet of you to say. Your skill is cool too, is it only small objects or can you lift anything?” you were about to reply when Al shouted at the both of you.

“Hey you guys coming or what? We can’t have a sleepover in the library, it’s getting late.” you and Namjoon both jogged to catch up with Al as they were leaving the building. He leaned over and whispered to you “They’re joking, we actually sneak in here every few weeks for a sleepover.”you laughed to yourself, trying to hide your red cheeks from Al and Namjoon.

A slight drizzle fell from the sky and onto your party of three. Al started laughing and jumping about “Hell yeah!” they exclaimed now taking their shirt off and tying it their waist

“What are you doing!?” you almost yelled, shocked.

“Catch me if you can!” they yelled back running away from you and into the storm. Confused you looked to Namjoon to find some answers, he seemed just as shocked as you.

“What-” you began but were cut off.

“Their an elemental. Specifically they get their energy from storms and rain.” you also being an elemental understood this, however you got your energy from being in the forest, it must be inconvenient for their elemental to be storms because the area that you are in usually has really great weather. you looked in the direction that Al went, they had completely disappeared from sight.

“Do you know where they’re going? And also how the heck are we supposed to catch up with them?” he nodded

“Yeah there’s a Korean restaurant a few streets from here, and we can catch up to them if you get on my back.” your eyes nearly bulged out of your head

“What do you mean!? Wouldn’t that slow us down?” he laughed at your expression

“Calm down, I’m no elemental but luckily my charger is people. So if you get on my back I can carry you while you charge my energy. Sound good?” he asked with cautious eyes probably sensing that you were uncomfortable. You nodded and climbed onto his back, nuzzling your face into his neck you suddenly felt very tired. He was so warm against you and it felt good compared to the cold in the air. He chuckled and whispered “cute” under his breath at your already half asleep form. You closed your eyes for just a minute but when they reopened you were already at the restaurant. Al waving at you both from a booth, they had shifted back to their female form and thankfully put their shirt back on. You all sat down at the booth enjoying your warm meal and talking about your majors and general life goals. It was a beautiful time with friends who you really began to cherish.

An abruptly loud crack of thunder aroused you from your thoughts, at the sound you jumped. Next to you, Al’s entire body perked up and they walked straight out the door.

“Sorry I gotta go guys, I’ll be back before dark. Love you!” they left while grabbing a white tank top off the back of the sofa, refusing to look anywhere but forwards. Their plate still warm on the island between you and Namjoon.

“Oppa, should we be worried about them?” you turned to him voice laced with concern, using the name he had told you to call him upon you two becoming friends, you only used it when you were worried or tired though and today you were both. He stuck his hand out to ruffle your hair.

“I’m sure they’ll be fine baby.” he smiled kindly at you as you blushed at the nickname.

“Let me get the dishes,” he stood up cleaning off the counter and washing the dishes as promised. You plopped down onto the couch ready to watch some netflix

“Hey, do you wanna watch Mulan?” he shuffled over to the living room to look at the screen.

“Sure,” he said before sitting down beside you. You looked over at him after pressing play.

“Do you wanna cuddle?” he raised an eyebrow at you.

“You will most definitely fall asleep if we do, you know I take energy from people.” you nodded.

“I know but I’m already sleepy and kinda worried about Al. I’d rather sleep than worry.” he then brought you into his arms, head resting on his chest as you listened to his heart beat.

“Okay” he spoke gently, “I’m sure they’ll be fine.” he reassured you while running his fingers through your hair. It wasn’t uncommon for you and Al to cuddle with him, he did gather energy from touching and sensing others. It was also just nice for the three of you to cuddle sometimes. Slowly you drifted off into a deep sleep, what had started out as a weird dream filled with giant school books soon turned into a nightmare when you were crushed by the weight of a giant mathematics book. Suddenly you’re back home sitting at your desk that has clusters of notes and crumpled up sketches. The book open in front of you is an old journal that you used to keep ‘hey, I remember this.’ the door burst open almost flying off its hinges.

“Y/n!” a deep familiar voice filled with anger screamed at you. “What the hell is this?” the tall man held up a sheet of paper, it was the first time you had ever documented your skill in levitation, you managed to lift up a small pebble on the playground and throw it two feet in front of you. You were so excited and proud of yourself you wrote it down, along with the next few tries. The man starts advancing towards you, you try to move but your limbs are numb and the only feeling left in your body is paralyzing fear. A sudden pain shot through your scalp, tears burned your eyes as your vision blurred.

“Dad,” you brokenly sobbed out as he sent you flying into a wall.

“No daughter of mine could be a magic, filthy witch.” venom spewed from his lips “Your whore of a mother must have been fucking around with a magic.” Hearing him speak of your deceased mother that way sent rage filled tears streaming down your cheeks. The look in his eyes was that of pure hatred, never had you thought he would act this way toward you. Sure he was strict and never very loving but he never laid a hand on you, not until that day.

You woke up crying into Namjoon's chest, breath short and eyes puffy. He must have dosed off as well because he sleepily grunts upon feeling you shift, gently rubbing his eyes. your body stiffens, not wanting to wake the sweet boy beneath you. He really was a beautiful person, so kind and handsome, you’d hate to make him worry. The way that the dim light hit his face giving him an unearthly glow, your heart could so easily fall in love with him if your brain didn’t know better. You slowly made your way off the couch taking care not to disturb his deep slumber. Weather like this always did this to the two of you. You’d sleep the whole day away if it wasn’t for Al’s loud personality keeping everyone more than awake. They’d always disappear for a while, never longer than three hours though. An overwhelming feeling of worry settled in the pit of your stomach. Realization hit you, they had left this morning and it was now dark outside. You felt like crying again, what could have happened to them? This late at night there’s no way that something bad didn’t happen to them. Your thoughts ran wild, but the more rational part of you dialed their phone number. Unfortunately you heard it ringing from on the island in the kitchen. They had really dropped everything and left this morning. Before you could start panicking the door was thrown open as a flash of lightning brought about another downpour of rain. Al stood in the doorway eyes halfway hidden by their drenched black and caramel locks, pupils blown wide and chest heaving up and down frantically. You noticed a large gash on their right upper arm. Lips parted trying to take in more oxygen as blood trickled down from their busted lip.

“I fucked up.” Was all that they uttered before grabbing you by the hand and dragging you to the bathroom.

“Woah, woah, slow down, what do you mean? Where the hell have you been? I was so worried. Tell me what’s going on,” you demanded. They grabbed your face, gently caressing your cheeks with their thumbs, looking into your eyes.

“I promise I will sweetie, I’ll tell you everything but I need some help with this first okay?” they said getting the first aid kit out of the bathroom cabinet. You nodded taking over for them. “If we have any of that numbing potion we made a while back for shit like this I’d really love some right about now. This hurts. A lot.” you nodded finding the small purple bottle. Placing two drops on the wound causing them to sigh in relief, their shoulders dropping as they began to relax.

“It looks like it needs stitches. We’ve got some healing tape, that should work.” they nodded giving you permission to place the sticky bandage on the gash.

“Thank you, Y/n.” It was odd that they weren’t using the nickname they gave you. Something about it was unsettling and the air in the bathroom was now very tense. You searched for an answer to all your questions in their eyes. You took time to admire the small features about them that you haven't noticed before, like the baby freckles that lined the center of their face and the small hickey shaped birthmark on their neck next to two more prominent freckles, like constellations, they were beautiful. Al looked back at you, as if they were looking into your soul. It felt so intimate yet almost normal, their gaze drifted down to your lips before they quickly moved off to the side, avoiding eye contact. “I need to tell you what happened.” they ran their fingers through their still damp locks.

Suddenly grabbing your hips, placing you in a sitting position on top of the toilet seat. “I like to run around the border.” They stated simply. Your eyes widened in disbelief, sure you knew that Al like to play around and be mischievous a lot but that was something that was strictly forbidden by the council. It was dangerous and they proved that today by coming back home a bloodied mess. What the hell were they thinking? Biting back your anger for their reckless behavior you waited quietly for them to continue. “First of all I know it's dumb and I'm sorry for making you worry but there is something going on here that we don't know about,” their eyes fell upon you once again as they continued. “I think we have a witch hunter problem on our hands.”

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