he looks like a weird monkey


Whew, it’s been a while since I’ve written a fic for these two cuties!

Ever since he had met Plagg and started his life as a Miraculous Holder, Adrien Agreste hadn’t been surprised by many things anymore. I mean, let’s face it, if a cat-like creature called a ‘Kwami’ suddenly shows up in your room and tells you that you’re destined to be a superhero, nothing can surprise you anymore.

Or so he thought. It just happened that there was someone who managed to surprise him time and time again.

And her name was Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

He’d always had a soft spot for the girl, don’t ask him how or why, but he considered her his second real friend (losing only to Nino). That alone earned her a pretty high place in his heart, but then there was the other thing, and he believed it to be purely instinctual, but just the mere thought of her being in any type of harm made his heart pound and stomach churn. That’s the feeling that confused him, since he didn’t even feel that way with Ladybug! (Although that may be because he was well-aware that the masked girl could protect herself just fine)

But that’s just it. Any person who would give Marinette no more than a sideways glance would consider her someone who needed to be protected- frail, even. She was just that kind-hearted and optimistic, and anyone with those qualities was bound to be either naive or too kind for their own good.

But Marinette would debunk that stereotype the second you even thought of her in that way.

She was stubborn, fierce, and stood for what she believed in. Not to mention that she was surprisingly strong and quick on her feet, too. In short, the entire opposite of what she appeared to be at first.

Take right now, for example. Adrien - and he was almost one hundred percent certain everyone else - was staring in complete and utter shock at what was happening right in front of his very eyes. The only one who didn’t seem all that surprised was Alix, but that was just because she was enjoying this way too much to let her bewilderment overshadow it.

Even Alya- who claimed to know the aspiring designer inside and out -was staring at the two with surprise in her eyes. Even so, she still had the mind to whip out her phone and film this 'legendary’ occurrence.

The whole classroom had been cleared for both Kim and Marinette; tables and chairs had been pushed all the way to the back of the room except for two of them, which had been centered in the middle of the class so that everyone could stand around them and watch clearly as the two classmates tried to one-up each other.

The arm-wrestle match hadn’t been planned or anything, it just had been one of the spontaneous matches between Kim and Alix as usual. After their match, however, everyone had been surprised to see Marinette actually challenging Kim to go against her and see who was stronger, actually getting annoyed when he claimed he would go easy on her.

But now it had been made pretty clear that that was a terrible idea on Kim’s part.

He was clearly struggling, and Adrien was certain that he spotted sweat droplets on the other boy’s forehead.

Lê Chiến Kim was actually struggling to hold his own in an arm wrestling match.

Marinette was actually winning.

But that wasn’t all, they had all seen Alix beat him in arm wrestling a couple of times before, so the fact that a girl was beating him wasn’t that big of a deal to them; even if it was someone as unexpected as Marinette.

No, the surprising thing was the amount of effort she was putting into it- or, better yet, the lack of effort.

She was holding Kim’s hand tightly in her own with ease, a soft smile on her lips as she just watched him struggle, her other hand supporting her head. Her smile wasn’t mocking or anything, it wasn’t even cocky, it just wasn’t in her personality to taunt or humiliate her opponent like that.

No, her smile was the same kind and gentle smile that all of them knew and were accustomed to. Adrien tried not to think too much of the fact that it had his heart pounding in his chest.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, Marinette’s smile turned soft. “Sorry, Kim,” she said, her grin widening. “Looks like I won.”

And with that, her grip on his hand tightened as she turned her wrist and slammed his hand down onto the table.

The class went silent, and it took a while before they managed to snap out of their shock.

Kim was the first one to react. He calmly got up from his chair and walked up to her with a proud and impressed smile on his face. “Nicely done, Mari!” He praised, head tilted down so he could properly look at her with his towering height. “Who’d have thought you’d be able to beat me? I’m impressed.” He quickly slipped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer so he could ruffle her hair playfully, which had her struggling and protesting in his grip.

Meanwhile, the green-eyed model was still staring at the sweet and somewhat shy girl in complete awe.

It were moments like these that had Adrien questioning his sanity.

Note Number #1: Marinette Dupain-Cheng was extremely kind.

Note Number #2: Marinette Dupain-Cheng was brave.

Note Number #3: Marinette Dupain-Cheng was insanely strong for a girl her age and weight.

Note Number #4: Marinette Dupain-Cheng had very quick reflexes.

Note Number #5: Marinette Dupain-Cheng was a pro at gaming.

Note Number #6: Marinette Dupain-Cheng had the agility of a circus monkey.

Okay, yes, Adrien had resorted to taking mental notes of Marinette. In his defense, he had been completely unaware that he was doing it, and by the time he realized it; he was already down to four.

Gym class was one of the blond’s favorite classes. It was the one time where he could just play and run around and actually have fun. The best part was that he didn’t even have to be Chat Noir to do it. It was also the place where he could let his competitive spirit run free, and he’d taken note of the fact that his competitive side always happened to surface when they were playing in teams and a certain black haired girl with pigtails was in the opposite team.

And he was again taking notes of something Marinette-related. If he didn’t watch himself, it was going to become a habit.

He was just glad that he wasn’t actually writing them down. That was when he’d need to start worrying.

Surprisingly enough, gym was the only class where she was able to form a coherent sentence while in his presence. He guessed that her competitive side was big enough to rival his, since the normally stuttering and blushing girl would go as far as challenging and making bets with him whenever they were the two last standing- which seemed to happen a lot.

Adrien did feel a bit like he was cheating, since all his running around Paris as Chat Noir tended to enhance his physical attributes as himself too.

Still, he found himself not caring one bit whenever Marinette was the one standing across the room from him.

Huh, maybe he needed to make a list about himself too, since he kept learning new things about himself whenever the topic was either Marinette or Ladybug.

The moment Adrien had walked into the room, he felt himself getting excited when he spotted the monkey bars set up for them to swing on. He had half a mind to just run up and leap across them in a cat-like fashion, but that would both be too obvious and just plain embarrassing.

From the corner of his eye, he spotted flaming brown hair entering the room and he turned because whenever Alya got out of the changing room, Marinette was close by- and damn it, was he really paying that much attention to her?!

At this rate, he’d need counseling 'cause this was turning obsessive.

Another thing to add to Adrien’s list of weird characteristics.

In the middle of the girls’ conversation, Marinette looked up and her eyes lit up when she spotted the monkey bars, her smile almost brightening the room and Adrien was almost sure that he was blushing. He couldn’t help it, the look on her face was simply adorable.

Seriously, this was becoming worrying. At this rate, he’d forget all about Ladybug since his focus was entirely on Marinette. Still, he didn’t feel as panicked as he should have been, and that little detail alone should’ve already told him enough.

From the way his blush darkened, he knew damn well just what was going on.

He got snapped out of his thoughts when the teacher called for his attention. “Adrien! Marinette! You’re up!”

He blinked and looked up to see Juleka and Sabrina walking back to the bench, the purple-haired girl quick to pull her fingerless gloves back over her hands after having to take them off for the monkey bars.

The task was simple, swing across the bars as fast as you could and try to get there before the other had. To put it simply, it was a race on monkey bars.

The two of them walked up to the bars, both teens having a good mood about this particular assignment. Adrien glanced beside him and shot the girl a smile. “Ready?”

Surprisingly enough, she met his stare head on with a smirk. “Think you can keep up?”

Her words just prompted a smirk of his own and he was sure that his green eyes were shining in cat-like mischief. “Oh, we’ll see about that, P-” He stopped there, dangerously close to saying Princess and it occurred to him that it was just way too easy to slip into his Chat Noir persona without even being aware of it.

Seriously, he was taking mental notes of all the peculiar qualities of a certain interesting girl, but failed to make note of the important things that could protect his identity.

After this, he was so writing everything down to clear his head.

The teacher gave the signal, and the two of them simultaneously jumped onto the bars, swinging across with speed that had their classmates blinking twice and rubbing their eyes to make sure that they were seeing it right.

Adrien, however, was feeling a bit troubled.

All this - swinging and laughing, even making bets with Marinette - it all felt so familiar. The sense of déjà vu being enough for his concentration to slip and one of his hands to accidentally let go of the bars. He was quick to grab hold again, but that short moment of hesitation was enough for Marinette to get ahead of him, reaching the end quickly and jumping off with a small flip, her agile and graceful movements doing nothing but worsening his déjà vu to the point where it was becoming maddening because he couldn’t figure it out.

He landed beside her just seconds after, using the same technique as her, but whereas hers was more graceful, his was a lot more carefree and playful.

She smirked up at him playfully. “Looks like I won after all, K-” She stopped, her pretty sky blue eyes going completely blank as whatever she was just about to say seemed to shock her into silence. Her eyes locked on him, narrowing for a second before she shook her head and her eyes cleared up again. Whatever she just had been thinking was just too ridiculous to be true, either way, Adrien could clearly see that it must’ve been a worrying thought for her to slip into silence like that.

His mind flashed back to how easy it was for him to slip into his Chat Noir persona when talking to her, and he wondered if she had picked up on it too.

Damn it, he knew that visiting her sometimes as Chat Noir was a bad idea.

“Congrats!” He smiled, figuring that changing the topic was his best option at the moment, and he made sure to get rid of any trace of Chat this time as he talked. “Maybe I’ll be the one to beat you next time.”

His voice had turned playful again at the end, and Adrien realized just how little self-control he had when around her.

It seemed to work though, since she looked up at him with a smile that equaled his as she responded. “We’ll see about that.”

Note Number #7: Marinette Dupain-Cheng was a very competitive person.

Her smile turned soft, and Adrien found his heart skipping a beat, and he regrettably had to add another note to his list.

Note Number #8: Adrien Agreste was completely and utterly screwed because he had fallen hard for Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

My Everything (Requested!)

@eli-howlter – “this isn’t really a story idea but maybe something with dnp as children, something about them growing up together and their friendship :)”   

yes, yes yes. I am doing this.

Summary: Dan gets bullied by kids on the playground, and a protective Phil steps in, creating the beginning of a beautiful friendship. Years later, they are best friends, share clothes, share secrets, and know everything about the other. Dan has pent up feelings for Phil that he just can’t hide anymore.

Genres: Fluffy! Slight smut? A bit Angst! Childhood AU, Friends To Lovers  

Pairing: Danisnotonfire and AmazingPhil

Word Count: 2,946

Warning: Some swear words, slight smut, and offensive terms!

A/N: One of my lovely besties Eli wanted me to write a childhood!phan fanfic and I mean, how could I say no to that? I’m making this one a bit longer than my usual so I hope you enjoy it!! :) I’m having dnp 2 years apart in age bc it works better for the story. Let’s pretend Phil was held back a year. also: I’m writing this where dnp are going to American school so I’m having them be in elementary school in the beginning! Ok enjoy!


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Rebel Rebel

The prison doctor, not knowing anything about Megamind’s species, marks the blue infant down on the government paperwork as ‘female’ instead of ‘male’. This, as Megamind grows up, turns out to be unfortunate.

(trans demiguy Megamind)

M rating, eventual Megamind/Roxanne


Everybody at the prison calls the blue child ‘it’ but treats her like a boy until it’s time to enroll her in school, and then they wonder why she doesn’t know how to wear dresses.

She gets put in the corner repeatedly for ‘inappropriate behavior’ when she forgets to sit with her knees together, when she turns upside on the monkey bars and her skirt flips itself over.

She still sets things on fire on accident, still talks weird, still knows too much (know-it-all, show-off, you’d have more friends if you’d learn to be quiet and smile like a good girl).

The teacher still hates her.

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Curtis McKenzie #3

Requested by @babyseguin:  Carlie said she would like a fic where her and Curtis go to the zoo on an off day. Please somehow involve monkeys, maybe like that’s one of their favorite animals or he gets her a stuffed monkey from the gift shop, Carlie would really appreciate it 😘😘 @darthbenn 

*Love you both!! Carlieeee I hope you like this one, after all the Jordie drabbles I put up. Enjoy! :)*

Word count: 909

Originally posted by nosleeptilstanley

You crossed your legs as you watched your boyfriend walk over to you, his hands hiding something behind him, a goofy smile on his face. Judging from the smile alone, you already know he’s up to something – good or bad, the judgment is still out on that but Curtis McKenzie doesn’t smile like that and have nothing up his sleeves.

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anonymous asked:

Okay so what would the skelebros do if someone made them sock monkeys that looked just like them? (UT UF US SF)

So I’m combining this with this ask: ‘’Hi. So what would the skelebros do if someone made sock puppets that looked like them?’’ Because I honestly think they’d react pretty much the same.

UT!Sans: He’s very neutral about it. It’s cool, and the details are nice. It’s probably going to end up on his floor or thrown in a drawer somewhere.

UT!Papyrus: Is so excited over it! He’ll immediately try and make a sock monkey/puppet for who ever made him his. It’s um, unique. But he’s surprisingly good at crafting so it turns out to be pretty good.

US!Sans: It is the cutest thing he’s ever seen. And he’s keeping it on a shelf in his room along with his most valuable possessions. He loves hand made things, and he can’t believe someone made that for him.

US!Papyrus: He loves it ironically. Like, it’s a nice gift and he appreciates it, but it’s also hilarious. And he carries it around to weird people out. It’s propped on his shoulder whenever he’s out in public and people’s faces are hilarious.

UF!Sans: Eh? He doesn’t get the point with it. It’s a piece of cloth, why would you take your time to make that for him? Still, he’ll accept the gift, it sits at the top of his bookcase which he never bothers to dust.

UF!Papyrus: It’s… um… Thank you? He’s too thrown off guard to have any particular reaction. So he just takes the thing and stands there holding it, wondering what he’s supposed to do. He ends up keeping it though. He grows too fond of it to throw it out.

SF!Sans: So he pretends not to care, and acts like it’s a stupid gift that he’s going to throw away. But he loves it. It’s so cute and small and it looks just like him. He sneakily keeps it and puts it with his stuffed animals that no one can know about.

SF!Papyrus: He hates it. Literally hates it. It freaks him out, and he can’t be near it. So depending on who made it, he’s going to throw it away. He’s fine with a sock monkey or puppet that looks like something else though. It’s the people thing that weirds him out.

johnten headcanon pt.3
  • movie night!!
  • johnny would make popcorn and prepare things to eat and drink
  • while ten would get the blankets and pillows
  • they’d turn all the lights off
  • only the tv would lighten up the room
  • they’d cuddle up
  • sharing a big, fuzzy blanket
  • johnny would wrap an arm around ten and pull him close
  • ten would sometimes kiss jenny’s neck or cheek
  • while johnny would give ten kisses on his head
  • they’d search for a good movie
  • “look, johnny!  it’s black and white and even squared!”
  • “it’s probably an old movie!”
  • “let’s watch it”
  • they’d start watching the movie
  • not even look at its name
  • but then james franco was suddenly there
  • and they would laugh really hard for thinking that it was an old movie
  • it’s actually just oz the great and powerful
  • but they’d watch it anyway
  • the couple would feed each other popcorn
  • at the dancing part ten would say
  • “let’s learn to dance too!”
  • and soon johnny would say
  • “the kissing part was unnecessary and they literally just met!”
  • “we are a better couple” ten’d say and then kiss the elder
  • their gay asses decided that james/oz is cute and charming
  • and that they want a monkey butler
  • well if that wasn’t against animal rights and the monkey would want to be their butler themselves
  • they’d share drinks and food and everything
  • they’d randomly say I love you
  • and they didn’t really pay attention to the movie
  • because they were too obsessed with each other
  • when oz entered the forest ten would get scared and hide his face in the crook of johnny’s neck
  • johnny would pretend like he isn’t scared
  • even though he was
  • but then when the weird plants scared oz and the others
  • they would laugh cuz the closeup looked too funny
  • “j-johnny?”
  • “hmm?”
  • “johnny?”
  • “y-yes?”
  • “johnny?
  • “yeah, baby?”
  • “I love you!!”
  • after the movie finished they’d just watch a sitcom
  • this time it was the big bang theory
  • they’d watch it until one of them fell asleep
  • usually ten
  • johnny would turn off the tv and carry him to their bed
  • and then he’d climb under the sheets with ten and take him into his arms.
  • ten would make cute noises
  • johnny would soon fall asleep too

johnten headcanon: pt.1 pt.2 pt.3

upside-down | pony imagine.


summary: ponyboy and reader admit their feelings for each other at the park.

Illiminated by moonlight, my brother and I wait at the park for his friend. You couldn’t tell it, but the night has barely begun with a time of only nine.

Johnny, my brother’s friend, is sleeping over our place tonight, and we agreed to meet him here — half way — after he finished dinner at the Curtis house.

My brother would probably be at the Curtises, too. Except our mother made him stay home for punishment. He’s really pissed at her for that.

Maybe a few months ago, I’d also be dining with the Curtis gang.

“He brought Ponyboy,” I note aloud as Johnny’s figure comes into view with another.

“That a good thing or a bad thing?” I wish I knew, myself. Is it — a good or bad thing?

Johnny hands my brother a cigarette when he reaches him. I know it’s a pack that Dallas Winston gave to him. “Hey, man. You ready to go?”

He nods, “Come on.”

I want to tell them that they’re acting like this is some sort of drug deal, but I keep my mouth shut.

I mean, boys are weird. If it was my friend, we’d be laughing and hugging and skipping back to my house.

I keep my comments to myself only because I know my idiot of a brother will retort back with something Curtis-related.

Johnny throws the awkward Ponyboy a glance. “Pony?”

Ponyboy swallows and looks at me. Why is he looking at me? “I’ll catch up later, Johnny. You guys can go on. ‘Sides I’d only be walkin’ further back to my house.”

My annoying brother sends me a wink, and walks off with Johnny. They’re such… diseases.

“We need to talk,” Pony states as he begins to climb the monkey bars. His hair isn’t as greasy as usual. “I can walk you back to your house, don’t worry.”

“I’m not worrying.” That was kind of bitchy, wasn’t it? Oops.

Pony keeps climbing the monkey bars, positioning himself at the very top and middle. He looks down at me. He’s really up there.

He has to be, like, ten feet high.

I look away, because I’m nervous. My heart’s pounding. I like him a lot more than I’m willing to admit, I think.

His green-grey eyes meet his hands which he fiddles with. The air is tense, thick.

“I miss you.”

What the — That’s not what I was expecting him to say. I’m happy, but I don’t show it quite yet. I let him continue.

“Can you come up here?” I’m not sure if he’s looking at me, because I refuse to look at him. “With me?”

I hate eye contact.

“I don’t want to get blisters on my hand,” I laugh a little in the middle of my statement. It’s forced. “I always get ‘em on those things.”

He makes a noise, like he finds it funny or something. “Yeah, alright. You heard what I said, didn’t you? I wasn’t lyin’, Y/N.”

“How?” Where are Johnny and my brother right now — Are they halfway to my house? Did they stop; hearing the constant noise inside Curly Shepard’s broken-down house?

“How? That’s an awfully weird question,” Ponyboy starts moving on the monkey bars. He’s trying to hang upside-down, I think. He’s gonna bust his head. “How do I miss you?”

He’s hanging by his legs. How the fuck is he doing that? This boy will be the death of me.

“You’re all I have,” he says. He’s red, blood all in his face. I don’t mind staring at him now. He’s not as intimidating upside-down.

Somehow, he’s lower than eye-to-eye. His chin is at mine.

“I’m stupid. Darry’s right 'cause I don’t use my head. Not one bit. Look, I just wanna be your guy, again. See, I really think I’m gonna die right now, but I mean, this sort of disguises the red my face would get saying this to you otherwise —" 

“Kiss me.”

Pony blinks. Then, I realize he can’t. He can’t kiss me. He tries to stretch towards me, but it’s kind of impossible to do.

So, we laugh and I kiss him while he’s dangling upside-down. I put my hands on his cheeks to keep him where I want him, and I really kiss him.

He’s more than shocked. So, so shocked that he lets go of the bar he’s holding onto.

I’m fairly certain Pony is out for a few seconds. I rub my face in exhaustion and possibly amusement, and bend down.

“Squeeze my hand if you can hear me,” I tell him. I know he’s fine, but I can’t help but make sure. He’s such an idiot. But he’s my idiot.

“I. am. so. good.” Ponyboy manages with a goofy smile.

Over the Edge

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader 

Genre: Fluff 

Rating: K 

WC: 2960 

Summary: Your irrational fear of heights becomes an issue when you have to share a bunkbed with Chanyeol during a last minute sleep-over   

You sighed, placing your phone down on the table. You’d called every taxi service in the city and got the same response. All the streets were closed down. The half the metro was offline. If you tried to walk home, it would probably take you three hours, even if you could get past the barricades. A chemical spill in the middle of the city had everything halted, everyone stranded.

“It looks like you’re going to have to stay over,” Jongdae said from the other side of the table. He had been trying to call drivers on your behalf as well, and seemed to have the same amount of luck.

“Did I hear sleep-over?” Baekhyun called from the other side of the room, where he and Sehun sat on the sofa playing video games.

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thisoneforthemcurls  asked:


His fetish for bananas is so weird and cute at the same time. And he loves to talk about it. When asked what was something that we don’t know about him at an interview, he said “When I peel a banana I do it from the other end (at which Liam replied ‘like monkeys do it!’)

And of course there’s that famous tweet

The banana balloon in the Live While We’re Young video

When he announced the “Four” album release holding a banana

Banana costume at the WWAT

And then the way he looked at Liam at the Otra tour yelling inside “BANANAS ARE MY THING!”

Giant bananas at concerts

When he used the banana AT AN OFFICIAL PHOTOSHOOT

And of course, the many many times he ate a banana on stage… TELL ME SOMEONE CUTER THAN HIM EATING A BANANA. I’LL WAIT.

Even Niall knows it..

anonymous asked:

People talk about the way Harry looks at Niall and like yeah I agree but the way Niall looks at Harry... Shiiiiiiiit.

I knowwwww. I made this post – and also this other post – a while about the way Niall looks at Harry – but I have more so stay with me:

(Look at them! Look at fetus!Niall just staring at him!!)

(whats with the hand in Harry’s hair anyway?)

(Louis: “Always flirting these two.” And, I mean, he’s not wrong.)

(Do you think they’re having a silent conversation? I do.)

(You know what I love about moments like this? Whenever Harry is being weird or cute or funny, Niall looks at him like he hung the moon and he laughs – and then he looks at other people (whether it be the boys, or their crew behind-the-scenes, or an audience full of fans) like, “Did you see that? That was cute/funny, right? He’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” I love that.)

(It’s a freaking cake pop, and Niall is still enamoured by Harry.)

An Appreciation of One of Sehun’s Talents

So I did a post like this a long time ago with Chanyeol and his ability to play drums. At the time I wanted to make it a series called Exo Talents listed under the Hop in the Trash Series. I was admiring some pictures of Sehun a couple weeks ago and decided to make my second post. So after couple months, here is an appreciation of Sehun and one of his many talents…


Sehun has the incredible ability to screw up his face and make some very interesting expressions…

Like, Bias King, what the fuck is this?…

What are you yelling about?…

Please close your mouth…no really, you leave it open all the time; please close it you weird mouth-breather…

Sometimes he uses his face to make the most adorable expressions ever…

They’re mostly him being confused about something, but whatever, it’s cute…

And we can’t just not mention the Aegyo…

But then sometimes he makes…other…kinds of expressions…

Or just looks really offended at everything…I love it…

Some more offended-looking Sehun for you…

Sometimes he uses his gift to mock people…

Or sometimes he ends up just making himself look insane…

And he usually does it laughing about something, but then again his laugh is just amazing (Have you heard it? He sounds like a monkey)…

He always makes the dumbest expressions when he is laughing…

Like seriously…

I hereby nominate Sehun to be the King of Weird expressions…

He legit can’t go like two minutes without making some kind of weird face…

But if we’re going to talk about the multitude of faces Sehun makes, we have to talk about the best/most famous one…his Muppet face…

His glorious signature pout we all know and love…

How does he even get his mouth to do that?…

Seriously, I’d like to know because it doesn’t make sense to me…

His Muppet face has to be like at least forty percent of the reason I love him so much alone…

So, rather Sehun is being cute…


Or just reacting to something with a crazy expression…

His face is probably my favourite thing in this entire world…

Because he is a precious idiot…

A lot of people say Sehun isn’t talented, I completely disagree. Yes, his rapping isn’t the best and needs improvement, though I still like it, but his dancing skills are amazing. But I don’t care about that to be honest because his personality is my favourite thing about him. His personality is what makes Oh Sehun; he is Exo’s precious Maknae and I pretty much love everything about my Bias King including his weird-ass expressions. <3

And yes, I consider it a talent. Like look at this…

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Sick- Winchester Sister

(I couldn’t figure out how to end this, enjoy!) I also got carried away, oops!


Being the youngest of the family, you got treated better. You were the baby, your brother’s priority. Sam and Dean would stop at nothing to make sure you were alright. Whether that be a scratch, cut, broken bone, sore muscles from hunts, anything really.

“Baby Winchester! Get out of bed!” Dean called, going quickly to the bacon and pancakes he was making. Groaning, you reluctantly rolled, (yes rolled) out of bed, coughing. You felt like shit, and you never felt like shit very often. Which could only mean one thing: you’re sick. When you were sick, you would hide it from your brothers because they were already protective enough, they didn’t need to get sick too just by taking care of you.

After your long and very hot shower, you got dressed in rather comfortable clothes. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you nearly cringed. The reflection showed a girl, around the age of 14, who had a greenish complexion, her cheeks were bright red, and her nose looked like she had been outside in the cold. She was visibly shaking from a possible fever and everything had made her want to vomit. Yuck.

You threw on your best non-sick Y/N facade, knowing that it would trick your brothers for a short time before they figured out your act.

“Hey, shrimp.” Sam said happily, smiling at you as you walked, rather slowly, into the kitchen. The smell of boiling grease and pancake mix made you gag silently, but you replaced it with a smile.

“Hey Moose Man.” You said back, coughing a little from the hoarseness in your throat. Quickly turning into the fridge, you grabbed the carton of orange juice and a yogurt.

“Um, Y/N. I made bacon and pancakes.” Dean said, pointing to the stacks of food on the table in front of him. Shaking your head, your bangs flopped lazily in your eyes.

“That’s okay, you guys eat that. I’m not in the mood for that today.” You said, grabbing a spoon and joining your brothers at the table. You picked at your yogurt, knowing you weren’t going to eat it. Your eyes darted up when you didn’t hear fork and plate contact, and you blushed when you saw Sam and Dean staring at you.

“You okay, bug? You don’t look so hot.” Sam said, reaching over to touch your forehead. Jerking back, you took a huge spoonful of your yogurt, smiling (somewhat) happily at them.

“I’m fine, stop worrying about me.” You snapped, chugging your orange juice before retreating to the tv room. Your head started to pound and you were freezing. The t shirt and shorts probably weren’t the best idea. You grabbed a loose blanket from the cupboard in the laundry room, wrapping yourself with the soft cotton. You probably looked like a burrito, but you were warm and that’s all that mattered. Dean walked in the room just as you were sitting down, wrapped up in your blanket. He gave you a weird look, knowing something was going on with you. He had a plan.

“Mind if I watch something?” Dean said, looking at you through the corner of his eye while grabbing the remote. You mumbled, shrugging. Good, phase 1 is about to start. He turned the tv on, switching it to the animal planet. Monkeys were swinging from trees, eating bugs off themselves, and flinging poo everywhere. You gagged out loud.

“Can you change the channel please? I don’t wanna watch monkeys through their waste everywhere.” You croaked out, throat becoming more and more sore. Beads of sweat started to run down your face and you quickly wiped them away before Dean could see. Dean grinned.

“Sure thing, sweetheart.” He said, switching the channel. He had changed it to a gory movie, that bastard. You couldn’t keep it down anymore. You quickly uncooned yourself, running past Sam, who had just got back from a run and smelled like a dirty gym sock, and into the bathroom, where you were sick all over the bathtub. You vomited loudly, not caring if your brothers heard it. Your hair was whipped away from your face, hands running up and down your back. Sam and Dean whispered comforting words to you as you continued to be sick.

You groaned and weakly lifted yourself from the tub. Sam lifted you like a child and carried you into your bedroom. Covering you up, he placed a cold hand on your clammy forehead.

“Yup. Just as I suspected. You have the flu. No leaving this room for at least three days. Dean and I will take care of you.” Sam said sternly, leaving your room, only for Dean to enter.

“I knew you were sick. You turned down pancakes. You almost never turn down my cooking.” Dean said. So what he did with the TV was all a plan. He wanted you to crack so he could be right in his assumption. Asshole.

“I know I’m an asshole, but you have to know that I’m your brother and I don’t want you lying about being sick. Y/N, you’re still a kid, and we are adults and it’s the adults job to take care of the kids.” He explained. You nodded weakly, coughing loudly.

“I know, but you both do so much for me already. I didn’t want to add this to the list too. Plus I hate being sick.” You said. Dean and Sam chuckled, coming to sit on the edge of your bed.

Sam placed a cold cloth on your forehead, in a way to bring your fever down. Smiling at him, you sank further into the blanket, closing your eyes. You heard shuffling and you were being pushed into the middle of your bed. Two large body’s sandwiched you between them, and before you knew it, Dean’s arm was around your shoulders, and your legs were placed comfortably on Sam’s. Not sure how, but you managed to sit up and give each of your brothers light kisses on their cheeks before laying back down and falling into a deep sleep.

The next three days were like hell. You were sick at least twice in one day, you couldn’t keep down anything, tissues were scattered everywhere and your fever was slowly breaking. You were grumpy, hoarse, hot and cold. Your hair was a rats nest on your head, your face was a lighter shade of green and you looked like death. Charlie had come over to sit with you while your brothers had gone out with Cas on a hunt. You wanted nothing more than to be out of bed, but you brothers had ordered you to stay in bed. You hated it more than anything, but they were your brothers and they wanted you to get better fast so you weren’t so whiny.

When they got back, you were starting to feel better, the virus was finally diminishing and you couldn’t be happier. You had kept down a couple of crackers and water! Life couldn’t get any better!

When you were finally at your best, you walked into the library where Sam, Dean, Cas and Charlie were sitting, having a beer and chatting away. You placed small kissed on each of their cheeks.

“Thanks for taking care of me when I was sick. You guys are the best.” You said, accepting the juice box Dean had slid your way. Everyone smiled at you, accepting your thanks.

“It wasn’t a problem. Just next time, tell us when you feel like shit, don’t try to hide it from us. Because A) you can’t hide theming from us, and B) you should know that we will always be here for you, no matter the situation.” Sam said. Smiling, you took a sip from your juice box, joining in the conversation they had before you walked in.

Best family ever. Wouldn’t trade them for the world.

Imagine being best (sass) friends with DK and Seungkwan

Originally posted by dokyummm

  • Prank wars between you three
  • every so often it gets out of control
  • Joshua kept finding fake snakes in his clothes
  • when he questioned them the only response he got was
  • and don’t even get me started on sass wars
  • best sass friends for a reason
  • DK would sometimes become that cuddly friend tho
  • the one who always wants to hold hands when it’s cold
  • Seungkwan pretends like he doesn’t like holding hands with you two 
  • but sometimes its “jUST REALLY COLD OUT” 
  • and he “fORGOT TO BRING GLOVES” 
  • lies seungkwan we all saw them stick out of your pocket
  • lots of eating together as a trio
  • and going to musicals with DK, sometimes Seungkwan comes too
  • sneaking selcas of them sleeping in weird positions for blackmail
  • they would also be really caring though
  • like if you have a bad day they would do ANYTHING to make it better
  • you would have two sassy teddy bears as best friends
  • but one is more of a teddy bear and the other is sassier
Friends With Little Benefits(M)

A scenario where him and his friends are FWB. He then wants to be official but his friend doesn’t want to. And they decided to go their own ways. Please and thank you! ♡😊

Title: Friends With Little Benefits

Warning(s): explicit sexual situations, excessive drinking, references to masturbation, generally adult language, casual joke about alcoholism(yeah I know).

Word Count: ~5100


“Okay, so crab hands or like, an unexfoliated penis?” he asked, taking a large sip of his beer and looking at you from the corner of his eye. Jongdae chortled from the sofa and Kyungsoo rolled his eyes, taking a shot of whatever hard liquor Baekhyun had coerced him into drinking. He had the right idea if this is what they were talking about now.

“Can penises be exfoliated?” Baekhyun asked loudly. Jongdae looked thoughtful, apparently having not thought of it himself. You snorted and took a sip as well, wincing at the burn.

“Listen, I’m gonna pretend that a penis can’t be exfoliated. It’s sensitive right?” you asked, trying to understand.

Jongdae wriggled his eyebrows and smirked coquettishly.

“Oh it’s sensitive alright.” he offered. You scoffed and flipped him off, laughing when he spluttered indignantly.

“It can be,” Kyungsoo said suddenly, taking another shot. He was gonna pass out soon at that rate, but honestly who could spend a night with these fools and not get hammered? Baekhyun looked at Kyungsoo suspiciously.

“You exfoliate your dick?” he asked. Jongdae burst into laughter at the thought and you leaned forward eagerly. Kyungsoo only shook his head, denying the claim.

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Bleach characters at the zoo

As requested by shiloah18. :)

The espada already visited the zoo. So this list is about non-espada and what a trip to the zoo would be like for them!

1. Rukia: Hones her artistic skill by drawing all of the animals

Ichigo: I don’t understand.

Rukia: Understand what?

Ichigo: If you are standing here in front of the tiger cage, why are you drawing a blob?

Rukia: …

*Rukia on Ichigo violence!*

2. Ichigo: Tries to talk to the snakes

Chad: Ichigo, you are not Harry Potter.

Ichigo: You never know, with me.

Ichigo: I just need to make sure.

3. Chad: Comes out of the gift shop with a couple dozen stuffed animals

Yoruichi: That’s a lot of stuffed animals, Sado!

Chad: They were all cute.

Chad: I could not say no.

4. Yoruichi: Is proclaimed the queen of all the giant cats

Byakuya: Demon-cat, are those lions….bowing to you?

Yoruichi: Seems to be happening to me a lot today!

5. Byakuya: Is jumpy all day

Byakuya: I could swear something was following me.

Byakuya: It is probably a cheetah.

Byakuya: I did tell it that I was faster.

6. Yachiru: Follows Byakuya around all day, dressed as a cat

Kenpachi: Shouldn’t we be looking at the animals, Yachiru?

Yachiru: Byakki is way more fun!

7. Hisagi: Works on a Seireitei Bulletin article all day

Hisagi: I-I can’t enjoy the zoo right now, Kira! I’m too busy working!

Kira: You have got to learn to delegate.

8. Kira: Is far too suspicious of sleeping animals

Rose: Izuru….why are you staring at that hippo so intently?

Kira: Its eyes are closed.

Kira: It is probably evil.

Rose: Or sleeping!

Kira: Yes.

Kira: Or EVIL

9. Rose: Spends all his time in the bird habitats

Rose: I feel like I’m among my people!

Shinji: You’re weird.

10. Shinji: Spends all his time by the monkey cages

Rose: Right. I’m weird.

Shinji: Monkeys are funny, okay?

11. Omaeda: Is very jumpy around the elephants

Soi Fon: That elephant is not an arrancar, Omaeda.

Omaeda: But it’s looking at me funny!!

12. Soi Fon: Is supremely unimpressed by all the animals

Ikkaku: Wow, just look at that tiger!!

Soi Fon: Meh.

13. Ikkaku: Is very impressed by everything

Ikkaku: That zookeeper we saw is like eighty years old.

Ikkaku: I can’t believe he captured all of these dangerous animals by himself.

Ikkaku: Who knew he had that kind of ability?

Yumichika: Funny, I was just thinking the same thing.

14. Yumichika: Is followed around by a peacock

Renji: That peacock keeps displaying his tail.

Renji: I think he’s hitting on you, Yumichika.

Yumichika: Apparently I shouldn’t wear my face feathers at the zoo.

15. Renji: Hangs out at the baboon habitat

Renji: Huh. 

Renji: I kinda thought they’d acknowledge me as their king or something since, you know, my zanpakuto is a baboon.

Renji: Maybe I’ll have better luck with the snakes!

Hitsugaya: Why are you talking to me?

16. Hitsugaya: Has to be forcibly removed from the butterfly habitat



Broken Heart ☂ pt. 3

Title: Broken Heart

Pairing: Hanbin x Reader

Genre: Romance, Slight Angst

Length: ~1350 (in this chapter only)

Request: Hanbin makes mix-tapes for his ex-girlfriend but she throws them away, so you listen to them instead

A/N: It’s finally here! so many people have asked me about this and today i finally had some time and wrote the next part c: i think the next one is gonna be the last chapter. if you haven’t read part 1 and 2 yet, stop right here and click on the links to read them first.

you should really listen to this song while reading this, k i am done, i hope you like it!

It had been almost 6 months since then. Since you had met Hanbin and blabbered nonsense till you two kind of grew fond to each other. You could have never imagined what an idiot he actually was– a cute idiot. Sadly a very cute, dumb attractive idiot who held your heart even firmer now where you two knew each other better.

“Yoooooo Y/N, open the door!”, a voice called from the front door. You sighed, speaking of the idiot.

“Hanbin, how often did i tell you not to visit so early in the morning when–”, he shoved a piece of bread into your mouth and entered the apartment without another word. “I got us some coffee and food but i can see you’re already eating it”, he smirked, his eyes glancing at the sandwich that you were already chewing on. “Hanbin, do you have no friends? Why are you always bothering me??”, you asked with your mouth full, ignoring his comment. Not that you minded him always showing up at the most inappropriate times (no really you, didn’t) but at least you had to pretend like you were absolutely annoyed by it.

“Shut up and eat your sandwich, we’re already late”, he said with a hint of excitement and mysteriousness in his voice. That only meant he wanted to take you to one of his crazy adventures again. Like that one time when he brought you to the zoo at 3 am in the morning to show you a monkey that looked just like you.

“What– where are we going at this time of the day?”, it wasn’t like you didn’t want to spend time with Hanbin, however your brain was still half asleep right now and therefore not ready to go on some of his weird adventures. But seeing the glint of happiness in his eyes, how could you say no to that? You sighed.

Hanbin made an entire secret out of it the whole ride, as always, not telling you where the hell he was taking you. He could have already planned to kill you in his head and you wouldn’t have a clue about it. “I really wanna know–”, “We’re almost there!”, he interrupted you immediately, knowing too well what you were gonna ask again.

“The beach?”, you got out of the car to see the waves hitting the rocks from the distance. This was the first time he brought you to a nice quiet place normal people would go to. You inhaled the fresh air and already took your shoes off to meet the soft layer of sand underneath your feet. It was so beautiful, the air felt different, the water was quietly singing along with the rustling of the trees and the sun was almost high up, sending its warm radiation down on earth to make up for the time it couldn’t be there.

 "I wanna show you something", he took your hand into his and for a while both of you walked in silence. It felt nice. 

For a millisecond it felt like both of you were a couple. How often you had imagined this, as cliche as it sounded but you did and you couldn’t help but feel your heartbeat going faster with each passing second.

Hanbin stopped in front of a cliff. “We’re gonna get up there okay?”, his eyes met yours with a smile. “Okay”, you tried to not let your anxiety overtake your voice. It was a pretty high cliff, you noticed.

He seemed to sense your fear and squeezed your hand. In times like these Hanbin never said anything. But he made sure to bring his message across somehow. You didn’t know if he did that on purpose, though it didn’t really matter. His calming gaze and his firm touch made you completely forgot what you were doing right now. As you two carefully went up, higher and higher, Hanbin never let go of your hand, making sure you were safe.

On the top, there was a breathtakingly pleasing view welcoming you. It was crazy, everything looked even more beautiful up there. The water was shining in a gorgeous blue, mixing into one with the reflection of the sun that was glowing in a dark orange. It felt like you could see the whole world from up here, it felt like you could just join those birds that were flying off into the sky. You inhaled the air, which felt different than from before. It immediately placed a smile on your lips.

“It’s beautiful isn’t it?”, Hanbin came up from behind. You didn’t even notice that he was still holding your hand. He took a seat on a rock and pulled you down to sit beside you. “Stay here”, his voice sounded demanding before he disappeared behind you. Before you could ask him where he was going, he came back already with a guitar in his hand.

“I always come up here when i need time to think and when i think, i come up with most of my songs. That’s why i always leave my baby here”, Hanbin patted the guitar as if he was really holding a baby right now. You laughed. “I never brought anyone up here”, he gave you small smile which was so full of affection, “not even–”, he didn’t finish his sentence and only looked down. The smile was gone and his eyes had the same look whenever he thought of no one else but his ex.

Eunhae was the only reason that stood between the both of you. Whenever you felt like she disappeared from his mind and he was thinking of you only, letting you into his world little by little, she would come back and ruin progress you had made with him. It really hurt, not only you but also Hanbin.

“Hanbin”, you weren’t quite sure what you wanted to say. But you just wanted him to stop building up a wall between the both of you right after you two were closer than before. “Play a song for me”, you asked quietly. “Sure, which one?”, his eyes were back on you and you avoided his gaze because you were too scared to see her reflection in there instead of yours. “No i mean a song only for me. A song that you play when you think of me.”

Hanbin blinked at you a few times, obviously taken aback by your request. His fingers stroke over the guitar strings slowly, making you a little excited for no reason. He hesitated. You looked into his eyes and waited, waited for him to play. As soon as you had met his eyes, you knew he wouldn’t– he would never play a song for you, you realized, because he didn’t love you. He only had eyes for Eunhae.

In this moment the thing you were the most afraid of was confirmed now and although you knew it all along, you had always hoped that you could make him change his heart. But who were you to do that anyway.

Before you would have started yelling at him in frustration, you pulled the guitar away from him. “If you don’t have one, i have one”, nothing mattered anymore, Hanbin could and would never satisfy the hunger of your selfish heart, so you just started playing, letting your feelings overtake you for once. Only this time.

I hate you, don’t leave me

I feel like I can’t breathe
Just hold me, don’t touch me
And I want you to love me
But I need you to trust me
Stay with me, set me free
But I can’t back down
No, I can’t deny
That I’m staying now
‘Cause I can’t decide
Confused and scared
I am terrified of you

I admit I’m in and out of my head
Don’t listen to a single word I’ve said
Just hear me out before you run away
‘Cause I can’t take this pain

I hate you, don’t leave me

When you were finished, you didn’t even wait for him to say anything. Not that he had something to say anyways except for “I’m sorry”, but that was the least you wanted to hear from him right now. Wasn’t it enough that he didn’t return your feelings?

You couldn’t help but feel your eyes getting wet as you stood up and ran off. For a moment you stopped when your eyes met the steep way that you both had went up. Either you were waiting for Hanbin to help you who was the last person you wanted to face right now or you were going down alone, risking to hurt you.

What could have hurt more than Hanbin right now, was all you thought when you carefully took a step forward. Your knees were shaking and you could barely hold yourself together.

“Stop!”, you heard his voice from behind, “Are you out of your mind?!”, he grabbed your arm and turned you around to look at his angry face. “Don’t touch me!”, you yelled back, harshly pulling your arm away. A little too harsh because in that moment you lost your balance and almost fell backwards. if it wasn’t for Hanbin getting a hold of you– you didn’t want to imagine what would have happened then. 

You met his face, this time it looked softer, his anger was replaced by concern only. It was the last to make you cry. “Don’t touch me when you don’t mean it”, you repeated, this time quietly in between your soft sobs.

The warmth was gone, even if it hurt, what hurt more were his hands that slowly let go of your body, making you feel naked all of a sudden. This time it wasn’t Hanbin but you who had a broken heart…

to be continued…


Milex AU. No warnings. Very long. For letmewelcomeonstage, florakinesis

and my-name-is-blurry–face


The big bang

“It’s just a second!”

Matt takes the big sleeve of Alex’s stripped hoodie and tugs it for him to follow. The way between high heels and dirty converses is complicated; you aren’t completely aware yet, and you are already stepping on someone, and you have the tall blonde spitting soda between complains about how you fucking lanky kid stepped on her foot.

“Why? What for?” Alex is bumping against shoulders and tripping over some unknown feet, he is careful not to drop his coke cup, though. It would be such a tragedy…

“Do you remember that tall lad from the other high? The one near the hills?” Matt nearly shouts into Alex’s right ear, then he rises his head from the crowd, chasing.

“The one with the ugly uniform?” Alex mutters, knitting his brows. His voice is husky from shouting and drinking too much iced coke. Mostly iced coke.

“Yeah!” laughs Matt whilst making an empty space for them to walk through. “He is here”

Alex knits his brows once again, confused as he does not know how that even concerns him. He uses a little pause from their little and agitated trip to give a big gulp from his now third red cup of iced coke and looks around; it smells like pig, the music is loud, there are couples nearly having sex and some other dudes doing weird stuff with chips and soda. It was a fucking school dance, no one was allowed to drink alcohol yet.

Alex sighs.

They stop walking when Matt approaches a girl with pixie cut and pretty much a pixie face. Button nose, big eyes and all.

“I’ve got him a companion” Matt takes Alex’s wrist, bringing him closer to the girl and him and he does nothing but trigger Alex’s nerves. “So he will not be left alone”

Something on Alex’s head clicks, forcing a gasp, a deadly look and a rather strong nudge directed to Matts right side. Matt bursts out into cynic laughter and stands next to the girl. “Ah, Alex, is just for tonight! You will get along with him very quickly!”

Alex sends a quick glance over the tall, skinny boy, and he feels him doing the same. Matt puts his hands on the girl’s shoulders, she turns to her friend smiling widely “Ah, Mi, you’ll get along with him! He looks nice and oh! I forgot!” she gives Alex her hand for him to shake it and he does so, all confused “I’m Breana, Matt’s… friend”

Matt mouths a “not for long” and winks, making the other boy roll his eyes. She continues “It’s just tonight, yeah?”

The loud music gets even louder when the three of them look towards the silent guy waiting for an answer. He rolls his eyes, fixes his long fringe and sips from his own cup. Then, in a very smooth voice, he mutters:

“He looks like a prick”

There is a gap of silence and then a laugh from Matt. Alex’s cheeks turn red and he gets over the anxiety and nervousness he has to answer to the insult with a high pitched “I heard you!”

Very smart, but not smart enough.

The skinny guy gives him the back and looks over his shoulder, in a presumptuous gesture and flashes a grin at him. “That was my plan”

“He is nice” Matt adds, sweat running from his forehead; It is getting really hot there “It is just how his face falls” Alex prefers not to speak anymore so he just kind of… scatters himself in one of the nearest seats and folds his arms in front of his chest.

“Awh, just look at him! Please, Miles!” Breana pleads, making her best puppy face along with Matt “We just want to dance, you know how many times we get to see each other? Like j-!”

“FINE. FINE, get going, damn it! I´ll take care of the deer” Miles states, making both Matt and Breana laugh and hurriedly run to the dancefloor.

Alex observes him slightly annoyed and a bit amused. He eyes him with up and down, careful not to be caught doing so, but he fails, because the next thing in his vision is a pair of very long and thin legs approaching him and hears a very smooth voice saying “What are you staring at, kid?” to which he, in a very smart display of cockiness, replays “Nothing, you have nothing interesting”

Miles sits next to him, and Alex feels proud of himself for being so sassy, oh god, it was painful to see.

“Name’s Miles, by the way, looks like I have to be your babysitter for the night” Miles speaks loudly due to the lack of silence of the big room and Alex rolls his eyes as he drinks coke. The song ends and now there is a loud bass line and some guitars. Alex bounces both of his legs and bites his nails.

“I’m fifteen, not five” he says.

“…What do you mean you are older than me?”

“How old?”

“A year”

Alex chuckles “So who’s gonna babysit who?”

Miles opens his mouth to complain but Alex is faster than him and closes his eyes as he screams the lyrics of the song that is now playing. He jumps from the seat and runs towards the crowd, suddenly not giving a shit about anything and just swaying his hips whilst being swallowed by the jumping and yelling group of over excited teenagers.

Miles just stares at him, not in a way you’d look at something weird or upsetting. He knits his brows, eyeing everything with eyes half lidded, and sighs as he takes a sip of the coke Alex left behind to go dance like a monkey with the people. He can’t really blame the kid for being so jumpy all of a sudden if the song is actually that catchy…

And cold, you are so cold, you are so cold, you are so cooooold!” They all sing, not even a single person is not having a good time screaming to the top of their lungs. The riff of the song comes up and Alex does a flip-thing that makes him look directly towards Miles, his face turning red and blue and pink and yellow as the flashing lights hit him.

When Alex smiles and waves at him then makes a gesture for him to go with them…

…Something clicks on Miles’ head. Something explodes there, and here, and he smirks unconsciously. Miles has to make a decision here: throwing all his cool and see what could happen, or just bury himself further on the seat.

“Ah fuck it”

And that’s how it all starts.


The blessed

Miles bedroom is always warm no matter what. And when it’s all cloudy and cold outside, even more.

Alex is asleep face upward and stretched on the bed whilst Miles is on the computer. It has been cloudy almost all afternoon but not even a raindrop has fallen. That’s kind of rude, to be honest. However they don’t care about going outside too much; it is exam season and the tiny part of free time they have is expended sleeping.

Miles never complains, though.

When Alex breathes, the bed creaks slightly and the sound results oddly relaxing to Miles. It’s good, he supposes, the thin light of the lamp, the snores, the creak… and it could have kept like that if it weren’t for a sudden tingle, some meows and a chocked groan followed by a coughing fit.

Miles turns to see Alex with wide eyes, sitting and with a kitty on his lap.

“Did Bell woke you up?” Miles says grinning, enjoying the sight of Alex all red and surprised.

“Yeah she did, the little rascal”

Miles chuckles “Why did you coughed though?”

Alex’s sleepy gaze locks up with Miles’ and he smiles “She tripped over my fuckin’ chest and I…” he gestures to illustrate himself “I kind of inhaled her fur? I don’t know…” he smiles at the kitty, making silly faces and lying on the bed again.

Miles laughs and goes back to work. “Bell’s a little naughty girl, aint ya?” Alex purrs, whilst playing with the cat.

“Naughty” repeats Miles “it sounds weird when you say it”


“I dunno”

They both are in silence now, focused on homework and the cat, respectively.

Minutes after, Alex laughs and mutters “She licked her paw and then he patted my nose”

“So?” Miles doesn’t even look at him, immersed on the little screen trying to beat that boss ass.

“Dunno…” Alex answers “can we go outside?”

“If you want”

They both walk the stairs and go out the house, Alex with Bell on his shoulder, and when they aren’t even completely on the sidewalk, the first raindrop falls on the tip of Alex’s nose, making Bell jump and run inside again.

“What does this mean?” he asks Miles, surprised, and the other lad just shrugs

“Bell blessed you” and they look at each other “perhaps”

And they spend the afternoon looking the rain falling from the porch of Miles’ house.







“Are you fuckin mad? Jones won!”

They both sit on the bench of the park in front of Alex’s high, Miles pulls out his cellphone and looks for the complete video of the fight.

“Okay let’s see. If Jones won, you have to dye your hair green for a week, if Matt won, I have to do it”

“But pink”

Miles nods “Pink will be”

They shake hands and Miles presses play.

Minutes after, Alex has to go with him looking for a Manic Panic green dye.



“Hey Mi”


Miles and Alex are on another party; this time a more intimate and indie party.  It is inside someone’s house near Miles’ school, and they are there because Breana invited them. Nobody cares about their age, there is booze to give and take and loud speakers everywhere playing some Justice Moment hit.

Alex’s hair had grew over his ears and Miles has an earring and they are nearly lying completely on the red sofa of the living room, surrounded by people they don’t even know but they don’t care about it, just Miles, Alex, Nick and Matt. Breanna with her friends and Jamie slipping between the legs of some pretty bird he just found.

“Wanna hear a joke?” Alex is clearly fucking wasted, even though he hardly drank two cans of shitty beer.


“Okay this one goes…” he burps and straightens himself “okay what’s the di… what’s the difference between a blonde and a mosquito?” he swallows his beer and throws the can.

“… I don’t know” Miles feels dizzy and just buries himself further on the settee; When he gets drunk he is the kind of drunk that gets annoyed and silent and just want to go home or flip shit up. Maybe both.

“One stops sucking when you slap it!”

“Oh my god” That’s the only thing Miles can say in an angry tone before a short and very fucking mad blonde destroys the shit out of Alex’s face in a catastrophic slap that makes everyone around turn to see what happened.


Her fault

“What the Fuck?!”

Miles sits next to Matt on the cafeteria’s table at lunch time. Nick and Alex sit across them and Jamie is still serving himself food.

“Mum did” that’s the only thing Miles can say about the situation.

“You asked your mum to move schools for what reason?” Nick laughs.

“I didn’t ask her to do it! It was Miss Turner’s fault! She told my mum about this school and she made me move!”

Alex remains silent the whole conversation, concentrated on his cheesecake and avoiding any contact with Miles.

But Miles do notice, he notices the permanent little grin on his face.


Inside Joke

Matt heads up to Alex and Miles whom are sitting on a bench cross legged and facing each other. Between them, there is big bag of gum, candies and chewing gum and other sweets they sure as hell stole the night before, on Halloween.

“Aren’t you guys a little old for candies?” Mutters Matt, smirking.

Alex giggles as he rests his head on his palm, elbow on his knee “there is no age for candies, mate”

“Candies are forever” Alex exclaims on a happy tone

“Candies are forever!” Yells Miles, in response, rising his fist and giggling.

Matt looks at Miles, then at the bag and at Alex “okay what the fuck are you guys on?” he digs his hand on the bag, taking a fistful of sweets “Are these drugs?”

Miles makes a gesture, inviting Matt to give a taste to one of them, so he does.

Alex smirks “I don’t think you get the idea of what a candy is”

Miles uncrosses his legs and sits straight, facing forward. “What are candies for then?”

“Not for stealing them” Miles snarls, a little pissed ad the childish and kind of weird attitude of the two boys.

“That’s what the old lady said!”

There’s is an obnoxious laugh from Alex and matt decides to just leave the pair of losers alone, not before grabbing the bunch of candies: whatever they were taking, he wants some.



Fist, punch, kick and run. Fist, kick, moan and blood.

Alex’s jaw hangs open after noticing his blood scattering on the floor and running from his nose and into his mouth. He says nothing and starts running toward Miles who struggles with himself; he can’t find balance over his own feet.

And there they are, fighting. Fucking fighting.

And the best fucking part is that… they don’t even remember why it started, but it’s too late to stop and think about. They are too busy trying to make each other ear their fists.

They roll on the grass, and Miles scratches his hip on the process, nearly screaming for the pain and despair and anger and Alex sits on top of him when they stop, abruptly hitting him with all the strength he has.

“FUCK OFF!!” yells Miles, followed by a string of muttered curses and a groan of pure anger. He pulls the, now very long, hair of his friend and manages to escape from behind him,   now he is on top, still pulling and tugging at his hair.

Alex doesn’t even try to mutter a single word. Instead he focuses on trying to stop him from ripping off his hair from the scalp. The brunette digs his nails on the pale wrist over his head, breathing heavily and feeling himself sweat. It is ridiculous, Alex thinks, how stupidly impulsive Miles is when drunk and angry. Miles pulls harder making Alex hiss and try to scape but he knows that any sudden movement would be catastrophic for him or his hair’s integrity.

“She owe you nothin’…” He mutters, with gritted teeth and eyes closed shut, nails still hurting the pale wrist. He continues, all out of breath, feeling the anger burning his chest “Let me go, mate, you are not being yourself”

And, oh man, how right he is. And Miles slaps him to shut him up.

“Shut THE FUCK UP” Miles spits, but this time Alex reacts quickly and with a rock solid fist, he hits him square in the jaw. Miles stumps with his own feet and falls to the ground, that’s the exact moment in which the ugly and blurry memory of exactly what happened before, in that shitty party they went together. It was ridiculous, really. Just the thought of it makes Alex’s blood boil.

Long story short, there was this one bird Miles have been eyeing since a long time, from school. She was at the party, and obviously, drunk beyond repair. She did her moves, making everything so puzzled for Miles, everything being hints, subtle smiles, constant babbling and toothy grins…

But she did not meant to do that. She was wasted. And the moment of the revelation came, when Miles tried to get physical contact in one of the dark corners of the place, but oh man, bad news.

She refused, and he tried to get her to do it. A friend of hers ran towards him and Alex had to put himself in danger to get his ass out, safe and sound. But we’ve said it already, Miles is a strange kind of drunk…

However, Miles started yelling, yelling leads to arguing, ad arguing to fighting.

And okay, you could easily deduce the rest of the story.

Alex feels the jolts of the rage beginning to burn on his cheeks. Miles is fucking scattered on the grass of the park, completely destroyed and lying face down. His shirt is dirty and full of stains of something that neither of them identifies, but the shorter one doesn’t give less of a shit about everything. He is just so mad at Miles, dear God! Everything is just exploding inside of him, everything is burning, his sweat is sticking to his skin and it feels so uncomfortable.

Alex then, screams.


Alex yells again then, desperate, and nothing in particular. He grabs his hair, walking in circles now that he’s standing. He ponders the option of hitting Miles once again, but what good would that make?

Finally, Alex just opts for sitting on the grass and recover his breath.

However, he loses it again at the sound of something.

A sob.

“Are you kidding…?” Mutters Alex, eyes wide open, legs slowly bending. He looks like a scared deer.

He isn’t ready for this. Sure, Miles and he had fought before but never as rough and as angry as this one encounter was, and they were never alone. There was always Matt, and Jamie to act as mediators and prevent them from killing each other but it wasn’t a big deal; they always reconciled after a word of two. But something in the air is just… wrong.

Another sob and then there is despair and confusion.

“I’m so sorry”


“I’m sorry, Alex”

The way Miles reincorporates from lying face down on the grass to a sitting position facing Alex is nearly creepy, but no one can really blame him; drunk and hurt is no joke. The older lad cannot see his face, though, because Miles manages to hide it through a thick curtain of fringe.

Alex tries to voice some kind of answer but he chokes on his own ideas, as usual. Miles rises his hand up to his chin as scratches it, before moving it up to his forehead and finally revealing his red, bloody face. Alex nearly has a heart attack.

“Oh, Miles…” Alex murmurs “D-don’t be…”

Miles crosses his legs and rubs his hands against his face, resting the elbows on his knees. Alex looks at him, expectant, he digs his fingers on the dirt to prevent himself from biting his dirty nails, feeling a hole starting to slowly consume his insides.

The wind rises a few dried leaves and the dark night gets colder when Miles decides is time to finally articulate some words.

Alex wishes he did not.

With a lot of visible struggle, and a very husky voice, he mutters “ ‘ave you ever… like-” Alex looks at him “ ’ave you ever felt alone even though you are surrounded by people?” and then he shuts up, biting his lower lip and gazing down.

Time stops.

Ale swears his breath is abruptly sucked from his lungs; a cold wave replacing the heat in matter of just brief moments, it feels like his chest and abdomen are made out of paper and a hand is placed on the very center of if, scrunching it and clenching it and it all happens so fast… he only manages to let out a strangled “Yes…”

Miles, then, all dazed, wipes his nose with the back of the hand and closes his eyes, head spinning. A tear runs across his face faster than he’d think it would do. It was clearly a tear he was forcing himself to retain for a lot of time, perhaps. Alex chokes at the sight of it.

“Stop cryin’” He mutters “Don’t…” continues babbling, baffled, perturbed, every tiny bit of range leaving his still body and leaving instead a path of coldness and weakness. With shaky limbs, he reaches for Miles’ hand. His hearth, however, does a flip when he gets the sensation of Miles’ slim fingers wrapping themselves around his own and squeezing them with all the strength he has at the moment.

“Are you real?”

The older brunette opens his eyes wide and lowers his head so the fringe covers his watering eyes. He feels so bad, and blames his ridiculously hyper sensitive empathy towards every person he has a thick bound with. However, this exact situation aches more than anything he could think of, of anything he felt before, so, due to the lack of experience of this sort of thing, he does not know what the fuck he has to fucking do.

So, for a good three seconds, he just stares at the mess that has become of the both of them; Alex takes a dip in the gap of silence between quiet sobs and a cricket noise on the distance. Miles looks tiny, and Alex reminds himself ‘oh, he’s drunk’ but that only makes things worse: it means that’s how Miles truly feels.

Alex then, all dazed, babbles “I am”

There is a particularly loud whimper from Miles and a sob, more and more tears running down his face, falling on his swollen lip and washing away the dirt and dried blood. Alex has an urge to grab his hand and wipe his salty tears with his own thumbs, to make him stand and hug him and he feels so confused because he never ever had felt before such an urge. Alex then, experiments the familiar tickling on his cheeks as the heavy, pulsing knot on his throat appears.

Knitting his brows, Alex lets himself cry.

“This is gettin’ ridiculous” he mutters, covering his eyes with the right forearm and tilting his head back, facing the night sky “Come on, you ‘ave to get a shower”

Alex might seem okay as he walks with Miles over his shoulders, the taller one laughing his ass off about whatever the alcohol is making him feel, but deep inside, his hearth hammers.

“You are so, so stupid, I’m never lettin’ you drink ever again”



When laying on the roof of the apartment building Miles lives, every problem seems far away; as if the stress from school, previous fights, familiar issues and the constant anxiety Alex suffers is just sucked out of their lives. So they try to go there every chance they get.

“You sure your mum won’t get mad at us for sleepin’ ‘ere?” Alex inquires, folded arms resting over the edge of the roof. The cold wind of the late afternoon hitting his face and moving his –now shorter- hair.

“Yeah, as long as we ‘ead inside as soon as the sun rises. Y’know, the guard does inspection every third day and tomorrow’s one of those days”

“Ah” and they shut up for a moment before a Miles says “Well, we have it all ready, let’s get dinner!”

When Alex turns to see him, he is lying cross legged on a mess made out of cushions, pillows and duvets on the floor of the roof. Over the covers and next to the soft bed thing there’s a lot of chocolate and some candies and behind Miles stands his phone attached to a handy speaker the size of a small shoe box. Alex sits next to him.

“Tonight’s gonna be full moon” he says casually as he lays on his palms and takes a bit of his bar. Miles takes a minute to put a song on his phone before answering, quite distracted “Yeah, lucky us that I’ve garlic and that wood stick for emergencies…”

Alex lowers himself and rests his weight over his forearms. Then he rises an eyebrow “Those are vampires, you idiot”

Miles switches his gaze from the phone to Alex and back, taking another tiny bite of his own bar. “I don’t give a fuck”

Alex rolls his eyes at him.

Finally, seconds after, the night finally dyes the Sky blue and the stars start shining above, and with that, the cold intensifies. The older brunette shifts until he’s covered nose-length with the cover and takes a minute to appreciate the sky above him and ponder his life and what’s he doing at the moment. Alex wonders if he has homework to do, or places to be on the next days… or if he has some chore undone back in home… he comes to the resolution that he’s free but the cringe sensation on his chest he just had seconds ago is not leaving. Is not leaving and he is starting to feel annoyed. Suddenly, Alex kicks the duvet so harshly off of his body it makes Miles jump in surprise.

“Shit, Al. You okay?” Miles looks a little worried at him. “What is it?”

Alex takes a deep breath “Nothin’…”

Miles is having none of that “… the usual?”

Alex bites his lips and nods. Miles expression softens as he pulls him closer and wraps an arm around his shoulders.

“Aw, man. Try not to think about… well… stuff” he laughs, patting his shoulder “ I brought your ‘ere cause you told me you feel like your head is less heavy and that” he smiles at Alex.

Alex stares.

“So, let’s try to enjoy the moment, shall we?”

Oh no.

Oh no.

There is something on his voice, it could be whatever. Blame the night, or the light or that fucking song on the background. Could be the smell of chocolate, or the smile on his face. It could be whatever. Anything. The idea of finding whatever thing that pulled the trigger to the sensation is quickly suppressed and promptly switched for a wave of new thoughts all popping at the same time on Alex’s disheveled head. His eyes can’t focus on something concrete, instead he looks at the ground, then at the side but never at Miles, as if suddenly, Miles were a light impossible of looking directly.

“Yeah” he mutters, and then closes his lips again and starts sucking on them anxiously as he and Miles bot go back to a lying position next to the other.

“Mi?” Alex calls, almost not recognizing himself saying those two letters because the very moment feels less and less real by every exhalation. “What is your worst habit?”

Miles chuckles and sighs.

“I dunno, let me think”

Alex swallows and focus on the sky.

“…I think… I think mine is dancing naked or something to do with no wearin’ any clothes” he says with a side smile, folding his arms under his head and closing his eyes as the breeze rises. Alex silently cusses.

Miles adds “What do you think is your weirdest habit?”

Alex shifts until he is facing Miles whilst lying on his side and he feels the air of his lungs being sucked out as he catches the image, the context of the situation, the missing pieces and the drumming of his insides as his face begins to burn just when he fixes his eyes on Miles. It feels like everything is working at maximum capacity, making it hard to breathe. It all happens in a second.

Then, suddenly, Miles turns to face him too, and their eyes lock for a moment. Miles stops smiling and Alex feels weird. They stare at each other for about a minute before Alex finally closes his eyes, and in a low voice, starts babbling:

“Not sleeping on my sides”

Miles knits his brows at the answer.


Alex is more asleep than awake now, so he is just slurring words. “Don’t like to listen to my ‘eart on my ears for nothin’ at night… You know, when y’ press your ear against something… you can hear the beat and I don’t like listenin’ to it when I know is not good…”

Miles takes a moment to process that, then, he mutters next to Alex’s face.

“But you are sleeping onto your sides now…?”

By the moment Miles realizes what had just happened, Alex is completely asleep.


Scratched Knees

“Oi! Al, you little shit” Matt curses under his breath as he almost trips and falls face first on the sand of the beach. All thanks to Alex’s skills to steal the ball. It’s a holiday and it’s hotter than usual, so the boys organize a trip to beach and there they are, playing soccer on the sand. Alex then, running toward the goal, trips and falls with his own feet, earning a point to his team and sand on his swimsuit. Matt puts both hands on his waist and says:

“Okay now, let’s just get some rest, Jamie’s gettin’ red as a shrimp!”

They laugh and Alex approaches one of the two cars where he has his stuff and starts looking for his phone. Once he finds it he focuses on his sand covered legs.

“Damn it” He mutters, patting his thighs to get rid of the sand on them. Miles approaches him.

“Found my glasses!” he says, and points at himself with both thumbs when Alex looks at him.

“Can I call you Lennon now?” He asks, scrunching his nose and half closing his eyes because of the sun creeping from Miles direction. Miles snickers.

“You can call me anything you want, love”

They get silent for a moment.

Miles looks away and then at Alex again; he looks at the reddening skin on his neck and bites his lip, already feeling the thrilling sensation on his stomach. Miles slowly rises his hand and slaps the sun burnt skin on Alex neck rough enough to make him yelp and almost drop his phone, feeling the sting on the hurt place.

“OW YOU…!” but he is left open mouthed as Miles is giggling and running away from him.

Alex drops his phone back on the car and runs too. He yells “I’m gonna get you, you bastard!”

“As if!” Miles shouts back, gaining speed. “Race you to the dock!”

Ales smiles at the invitation and Miles gets lowers his pace to make Alex get with him. Once they are at the same point of the beach, Miles draws a line in front of them with a stick and writes ‘Start’ above the line.

“Okay, the first one to get to the dock wins”

“What’s the price?” Asks Alex, a little concerned about his breathing as he notices the distance between the start and the old wood dock. Miles adjusts his round specs on top of his nose and makes a funny face at Alex.

“You’ll know”

Alex takes a hint of the old Miles. The one he knew several months ago in that shitty party. His presumptuous style and his mod-ish clothes too tight for his own liking, his thick accent, his cat-like mouth… When he realizes what is happening, Miles has already yelled ‘Now!’

Alex runs behind Miles with his hearth pounding hardly against his chest. Suddenly he feels hyper aware of his own breathing and starts running unconsciously, focusing entirely on stopping Miles from winning so he does. He grabs onto Miles’ shorts and lowers them a little as they run almost at the same speed and distance. Miles laughs loudly and slaps Alex’s hand out of his body whilst he tries to make him stumble by pushing him to the side and behind him. Miles takes none of that and plays as dirty as he is playing, pulling Alex to make him fall ass first on the sand but however that does not work and end up with both of them on the floor wriggling and trying to recover to get on the dang dock before the other.

Alex screams laughing his ass off when Miles gains speed and trips with a rock a few meters from him, and there Miles moans quietly for the pain on his knee. Alex laughs become more and more sweet, starting off as obnoxious, more air than actual laugh, and they end up being so childlike… Miles does not resist the urge to go back and help Alex get up from the sand just to hear more of that hearth melting laugh.

“Oh, I’m fine, by the way, thanks for asking” Miles blurts out, more joking than actually being mad. The sun is melting away in the horizon, taking a dip in the water and dying everything of golden and pinky colors. The light of the sun reflects on them and makes Alex skin glow. He is lying on his stomach trying to muffle his giggles and rolls over to see Miles. Alex tries to maintain a serious face as he babbles with difficulty something about how funny Miles’ face looked when he tripped, and the taller one just blushes telling him to shut up. Everything seems to be alright until Miles finds Alex staring intensely at his face, making eye contact almost instantly and for Miles it feels like something had just pinched inside his chest and a lightning stroke is expanding through it, as intense as it feels, and as fast as it comes it fades away, leaving Miles cheeks burning and his legs trembling.

He snaps out of it in order to walk with Alex to the dock at slow pace.

Miles remembers that one time he got his ear pierced. He had to bite a pencil and then he cursed so loud the girl that pierced him had to slap his leg and Matt and Alex laughed their asses off in front of him, or that one time they tried skating and Alex broke his tooth… everything was just too funny to just let those moment go away and disappear on his mind. By the time he realizes that he and Alex are already on the verge of the dock.

“This smells like fish” Alex comments, sitting on the edge and letting his legs hanging.

Miles takes a moment to sit and answers after “That’s because people tend to fish ‘ere”

“Well I’ve never seen a single fish in ‘ere” Miles rests on his elbows and lets Alex keep going “Maybe they fished them all” he finishes, extending his hand and closing it, making it appear as if it was some kind of trap.

“Don’t be stupid Alex!” Miles giggles “That’s impossible. The sea’s so big science people know more about fuckin’ Mars than the sea depts.”

The face Alex makes is by far, the funniest Miles had ever seen.

“fuckin’ ‘ell, who am I”

Miles slaps Alex on his thigh “Oh shut up! No need to have a mental breakdown over it. Read some books, get strong, and prepare yourself for more facts about the sea and that. Like me… I’m a manly man… plenty of books and a can of beer a day… and that” he babbles, eventually lying on his back whilst talking, his round specs firmly in place.

“Miles what the fuck are yo…-“He interrupts himself mid-sentence and sighs “What re we even…-“

“Shut up, just come here. It’s getting dark” Invites Miles.

Half an hour later, the sun is completely gone and the moon is shining above them. Besides that, the only source of light is the light of Miles phone over Alex’s belly.

“Miles, have you ever been like… looking in front of the mirror and be like who’s that, that’s not me…?”

Miles look at Alex, still with his glasses on and his gaze wanders over his perfectly lined nose and neat but yet not fully defined jawline and thinks of the fantastic continuation they make in order to give him such a precious facial structure. He nods.

“… Remember when we fought that one time? You ‘ad your hair so long I could braid it” Miles murmurs after a while. Alex shuffles a little.

“Yeah. It was horrible”

“I know. I think you broke my heart”

Alex frowns.

“Your heart?

Miles quickly stutters “my head”

“Oh. I guess I did, yeah”

“It was very strange. I remember everything being so confusing…” Miles rises his hands to the sky and stretches his fingers “I had this bird and then you punched me and then I did and then I cried and you cried and that fucking cricked just got on my nerves and suddenly everything was just so funny to me…”

Alex listens quietly and breathes slowly as he remembers everything very vividly.

“Thank you for being there, I guess”

Alex turns his face towards Miles.

“Thank you.” He smiles “I really needed a prick to fight with” the both laugh.

“I think I really needed a little hippie kid to get on my nerves sometimes…”

Miles takes the liberty to take Alex’s right hand with both his own, both of them stop breathing.

“Remember that one time when my mum made me move to your school? I secretly got the butterflies because your school was always so cool and did the best events and that shit”

“Not for me, then?”

“Obviously, for you too!” Miles laughs, squeezing his hand and smiling.

“Oh my god!” Alex blurts out “WHEN I DYED MY HAIR GREEN!”

“WHEN YOU DYED YOUR HAIR GREEN HOLY SHIT!” Miles let’s out a fit of giggles and difficultly tries to continue “the face Alexa made when she saw you was so epic! And you’re mum! And Jamie holy fuck!”

By the time, Alex is sitting again and Miles is lying on his back laughing like an idiot, tears forming in his eyes from the laughter.

Alex feels the same sensation of everything speeding up inside him and outside the time gets slower. Miles wriggles trying to calm himself down and keep his cool even though is Alex the one he’s talking with. But Alex feels disappointed when he stops laughing.

“Man… I wish this lasted forever, y’know”


“This… feeling. Emotion, whatever” Miles answers, getting a little serious.

Alex nods “What are you talking about?”

Miles hurriedly straightens himself and takes off his sunglasses, placing them on his head. Hi bites his lips and looks above, then to the sides, and down to the water.

“That feeling I get when we are together… it is hard to describe when there’s people nearby”

They fall silent for a moment before Alex talks again “… well… you can tell me what you feel. As if I’m not ‘ere”

Miles looks at him, cautious. The shuts his eyes and takes a minute to breathe like that.

“I feel like I’m shining. Like everybody is looking at me. I feel like… I’m hanging with the coolest person on the world, and I’m doing the coolest stuff. And talking about the sickest things and just feeling good. And sometimes when I look at you my heart does a floppy thing, but it feels right…”

They shut up for a few seconds.

Alex slowly reacts by putting his cold palm on Miles’ bare chest and feeling his heart, effectively, drumming inside his ribs like crazy.

“You are… feeling fine right now?”

“Oh, Al… I feel as if I were high!” Miles laughs, exhausted by the nerves of Alex’s hand on his chest.

Alex feels strange in a kind of way that only the ones who are in his situation are capable of feeling. His body is comfortably numb and shaky, his head is light, and he feels hot in all the right places and everything is just so warm.

“Yeah, I feel the same, ha” he says, like it was totally normal.

For the hundredth time, they get silent. Nothing happening on the outside but on the inside it was a wild party of sensations and thoughts and jolts and lightnings and beats and drums…

“Did we just…?” Miles starts, making a gesture with his palm.

“We did” Answers Alex.


And as awkward as it is, that’s how it ends. Minutes go by, the flesh breeze of the sea wetting their toes, the moon looking beautiful and the stars shinning. A drunk Matt screaming at the distance.

“We should get going…” mutters Miles, starting to get up. Alex silently agrees.

“Wait” he says

When Miles turns around, first thing he sees is Alex’s face smiling and his hands getting closer to his shoulders.

Alex kisses him.

“Race you back!”

And said that, Alex starts running away from him.

Miles grins and laughs, running too.

“That was cheating!”

“You are too slow!!…”




I don’t know why I’m crying

Good night