look at them being all sassy and clearly not in high school

Come Here: Part 2 - Jughead x Reader

Requests —  Anonymous asked: Can you write a part two of come here

Anonymous asked: Can you do a jughead imagine x reader where it’s after he gets the serpent jacket and he’s darker and the reader is more innocent like betty and idk light and dark pls thanks !

A/N — I’ve gotten so many requests for a part 2 of Come Here, so I decided to do that! I also took the second request shown and included it in this as it’s got the jacket and everything and was similar to the first imagine request, so I hope you enjoy! Also, I suggest to listen to Believer by Imagine Dragons whilst reading this also that song was used in that one Bughead scene in the finale.

Words: 1133

Warnings: Light smut and swearing

(Y/N) , (H/C) , (E/C)  — Your name, hair colour, eye colour

A couple weeks past since the Southside Serpents dropped by and told Jughead that they had his back. He moved to Southside High and started living with his new foster family. Since you and Jughead were now dating, you still tried figuring out ways to see him, either you travelling down to see him or he comes up for dinner dates at Pop’s. The rumour going round is that he is currently occupying the ‘bad boy’ reputation at his new school. This came to you as a surprise, since the old Jughead you knew was quiet and sarcastic. Yet when you and the gang came to visit him those weeks before, everyone noticed that he got along well with the table he sat with in the cafeteria, everyone laughing at what he says while he munched on a burger.

(Y/N) sat in her bedroom finishing off her last minute homework as it was due the next day. The time was around 11pm, your parents were sleeping away in their rooms as you heard their loud snores from down the hall. Music was playing off your phone, playing your favourite songs on your Spotify playlist. The only thing that you missed dearly was your boyfriend. When Jughead use to live at the Drive In or down at Archie’s with his dad, he would always meet you to walk you to school some days or climb up you bedroom window. Although that happened when you still friends, it was those times you did miss when it was just you and him alone in a safe place. As you kept writing on your laptop your school notes, a tapping noise was heard by your window. The familiar sound made her smile, hoping it was who she thought it was.

You closed your laptop screen down, pausing your music as you got off your bed and walked over to your window, seeing a familiar Jughead with a cheesy grin staring up at you. Your delicate fingers slowly and quiet opened the window to let him in, careful that your parents don’t wake up. The raven haired boy crawled carefully through your window, his same crown shaped beanie clung to his soft hair, the only difference was the Southside Serpent’s jacket that clung to his broad shoulders.

“Damn, I’ve missed this.” Jughead looked around her room, taking back in all it’s familiar surroundings. (Y/N) quickly tiptoed back over to her window shutting it quietly once again.

“Shh, Jug, my parent’s are asleep.” You giggled as you walked over to him from your window, interlocking your fingers with his.

“I’ve missed you so much, especially your touch, what I do miss is the fun we had last time,”  He smirked down at you, placing a kiss on your head as he pulled you in for a passionate kiss. God, she missed them. Although she hadn’t seen him for weeks, she missed his soft taste and that made her crave him more. Since the two only got to second base, he missed your touch even more to his instincts. “Maybe we can do a bit more from where we left off last time. He moved his lips to your neck, nibbling against your earlobe then back down to your collarbone. You had to admit, you loved whenever he got turned on and when you were in the mood too, but since both of your parents where home you didn’t want to risk anything. You moved your head as you moved out of his touch, although you didn’t want to.

“Juggie, I do want to finish where we left off, but the risk of my parents being in the house? Yeah, I don’t want to die at sixteen.” You chuckled, sitting yourself back onto your bed. Jughead pouted, jumping onto your bed as his body was next to your as you took off his beanie and started running your fingers through his black hair.

“But I want to show my affection to my beautiful girlfriend.” He gave you puppy dog eyes, as you continued to massage his scalp. “Pleasseee?” Jughead begged, looking up at you.

(Y/N) just rolled his eyes, leaning down to place a couple kisses against his lips. This lead to him crawling up closer to you, stroking your cheek as the kiss between the two of you deepened. You felt your hands crawl back to his newly worn leather jacket, clinging onto him and pulling him closer. He smirked in-between the kiss, once again intwining his tongue with yours as your hands left his jacket and clung back into his hair. The moment broke as Jughead pulled away suddenly.

“Come sneak out, we can do something tonight? Go to Pop’s?” (Y/N) sighed, stroking his cheek as her (E/C) orbs stared into his.

“Jug, you know how strict my parents are.” She sighed, rolling off her bed as she stood up and sat against the window. Jughead stood up following her.

“Live a little, (Y/N), that’s what I’m doing.” She scoffed, crossing her arms but with a goofy smile plastered on her face.

“I can see that.” You giggled, looking up at him. You could clearly tell that Jughead had changed. Ever since he slipped on that Serpants jacket, something clicked.

He wasn’t loner boy anymore. He was a wolf.

“Now, now don’t get sassy on me.” He chuckled, walking back over to you. “Let’s play.” At this point you didn’t care anymore, all you wanted was him. He picked you up from your thighs, carrying you over to your bed, lying you down as he threw off his jacket along with his black shirt. He slowly leaned down and started kissing you again, holding onto the side of your cheek as you lifted your leg so it rested against his body. His lips trailed down to your neck, straight away searching to find your love bite. Of course, he found it straight away. You tipped your head back against the sheets, keeping in a moan as you bit your lip.

Jughead removed his lips from your skin, smirking at your reaction. You ran a hand through his hair once again, as you moved your thumb to his lips as he kissed it slowly. His head starting trailing down your chest, placing a kiss against your side as he reached your stomach, your hand still tangled in his hair. Wet sloppy kisses trailed down your stomach, curious to how low he was going to go. He reached the waistband of your pyjama shorts, biting the strings as he pulled them loose. Jughead then kissed his way back up her stomach, now eye level once again.

“You sure you want to?” He asked politely, yet you could see the lust in his eyes.

“Shut up and fuck me.”

A/N — To be honest, I don’t write smut very well so this is a light smut. But if you do want some smuts, please do send in requests! Anyway, I hope you enjoy because I felt like this low key sucked lmao, but if you read it and liked it thank you so much lol.

Sassy Stark Pt. 1

Pairing: Dad!Tony x Daughter!Reader, a lil bit of Capsicle on the side

Warnings: None

Word count: 812

A/N: Tony’s my favourite and I wanted to write a dad!Tony series for so long! The reader is slightly based on me (I say slightly, I mean completely lmao) and @fandommaniacx approved of this, so here it is. 

Part 2  -  Part 3  -  Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7

Originally posted by dailymarvel

Life isn’t easy - especially not if your dad is Tony Stark and everyone expects you to be just like him and you’re not like him, at all. Admittedly, you definitely had inherited the sass and wit of your father, but definitely not his genius. Which neither him nor you gave a fuck about, it was just that the public did.

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I'll post this on ao3 later

I didn’t make the plot line up! The idea goes to the respected creator I just took my own spin on it.

Betty happily crept up the stairs and slowly opened Veronica’s bedroom door. It was dark, she could see the outline of the raven haired girl lying down. She tip toed over to the bed and slid next to her, placing a hand on the smaller girls waist.
“Hey love bug!” Betty kissed the tip of her nose. Veronica looked indifferent through the moon light and turned away from her girlfriend.
“Please go away…” she mumbled through her pillow. Betty’s heart sunk, she scooted closer trying to nuzzle the neck of the other girl.
“Woah what’s wrong?” Betty backed off and furrowed her eyebrows.
“Nothing. I just want to be alone. Now go away.”
“V, you never want to be alone. I’m not leaving until you tell me what’s wrong.” Betty tried to lace her fingers with Veronica’s but she pulled her hand away. “Veronica ple-”
“You weren’t there…” Veronica interrupted.
“I wasn’t where?” Veronica turned back to face the blonde girl.
“The variety show.”
“…oh… OH! Veronica I’m so sorry I got so carried away with the inv-”
“The investigation. I know… I smell his cologne on you…” Betty was quiet. “I don’t even have to hear the story. Let me guess, he kissed you?” Betty remained silent, her heart sinking more and more with every second. “Listen, I get you aren’t out to your parents or anyone else. But that doesn’t mean you can go around letting people kiss you to avoid suspicion. You have to still be loyal to me. To us… I can’t do this if this is what you’re going to be like.” Betty felt like she was hit with a truck
“V, I-”
“I don’t want to hear it. I want to be alone. Goodbye. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Betty saw Veronica’s eyes fill with tears and she silently got up and head to the door.
“I’m going to make this right V. I promise.” Betty took one last look at the dark figure before walking out, her throat closing up, and her heart breaking.
Veronica hugged her pillow close. Her mind racing at a million miles a minute. She hugged her pillow close and let the tears fall out. Before she met Betty, she didn’t believe in committed relationships. Everything was temporary. But Betty felt permanent. At least, she thought Betty felt permanent.
The next day wasn’t easy for either of the girls. Veronica awoke to her eyes feeling heavy, probably from all the crying done the night prior. Betty awoke to crescent shaped cuts in the palm of her hands. Usually it was Veronica that kept her away from doing that, but she felt as if she’d lost her.
Betty arrived to school earlier than she normally does, just to get a little extra alone time. It was perfectly silent other than the scratch of her pencil on a rough draft of a Blue and Gold article she’d been working on when the last person on earth she wanted to see came in the room.
“Hola Bets!” Jughead Jones the third slid in and sat on the desk she was currently trying to work on.
“What.” She responded in a slightly annoyed tone, Jughead continued on talking as if he didn’t even get the hint that she wanted to be left alone, she didn’t even hear a single word of what he said until the end when he asked
“Would you like to go out sometime? Just me and you?” He didn’t seem nervous at all. He looked like he was expecting her to say yes. But she lost it.
“No! Jughead no. Actually you kind of ruined this thing I had going with someone else. Someone I’ve been falling for now won’t talk to me. Because you kissed me. Jughead I am a FLAMING lesbian.” Betty stood up and paced back and forth rubbing her temples, preparing for the disappointment in Jugheads response. But there was none. Instead, this damn white boy started LAUGHING. Betty stopped pacing and turned to stare at him. He had to calm down for a second before he could start talking.
“Thank fucking GOD you realized that. I didn’t think I could handle the whole kissing Betty cooper until she realized she was a lesbian. Who did you have a thing with? I feel slightly bad now and want to help fix it.” Betty took a large swallow and kicked at the ground. She didn’t even have to answer.
“Oh fuck dude was it Veronica?! I didn’t accidentally tear up Bonnie and Clyde? Mom and Dad? Romeo and Juliet?” Betty still didn’t answer. “Ah damn I’m a moron. Well, I guess it’s my job to fix it up.” Jughead hopped off the desk and paced around Betty.
“You have a car right?”
Veronica arrived to school in less extravagant clothing than usual. She wasn’t wearing her iconic dark lipstick, or the sassy smirk that seemed to have permanent residency on her lips. She walked with less pep in her step, and more of a long drag. As she approached her locker, all she could think about was how much she wished she hadn’t left New York. The locker door creaked open and a neatly folded slip of paper fell into her hands. Before she could even open it, Kevin slid next to her.
“As the towns certified gay I must do my duty and formerly apologize for the feelings you are experiencing at the moment.” He said holding his chin high
“And what might those feelings be? Walk me to class Keller.” They turned and walked towards the west wing.
“The feeling of being straight blocked. The feeling of falling for a heterosexual human being. It’s tough.” He said sincerely.
“That’s the thing though Kevin. She’s not straight! I know she’s not! All the sleepovers, all the times me and her ‘went to the bathroom’ together, all the times we told you and the other guys 'we’d catch up’, what did you think we were doing?” Veronica gripped her book so hard her knuckles began to turn white. Kevin thought for a moment and went pale.
“Oh my… you, and Betty-”
“And you, did-”
“And she-”
“YES, honestly I thought you had a gaydar?!” Veronica exclaimed rolling her eyes, she slipped into her geometry class leaving Kevin behind in the hallway. Baffled.
When Veronica sat down she remembered the slip of paper from her locker. She unfolded it and looked at the message written inside
Please meet me at the old drive in after
school today. If you don’t I understand,
but I need to see you
Veronica didn’t want to go. She wanted to ignore Betty. But there was something about that damn girls cursive handwriting and the way she signed her name with a heart that made Veronica’s insides squirm.
They managed to avoid each other all day. Veronica skipped lunch and hung out with Ethel in the library instead. And after school, when Betty usually picks up Veronica and they go to sweet water river for some… activities. Veronica just walked instead. She saw Betty’s car in the drive in parking area and wandered over to it. Her heart pounding out of her chest. Betty was leaning against the hood, wearing a white t-shirt and that baseball cap she knew made Veronica weak in the knees. Betty turned and grinned at the sight of the girl.
“Hey!” Betty looked the girl up and down.
“What is it?” Veronica said not even returning the greeting. Betty took a few steps towards Veronica and looked deep into her eyes.
“Veronica, I’m sorry. I’m not going to make excuses for what I did and what I let happen. You don’t even have to know the whole story because it still hurt you. Honey, you are by far the most important person in my life. Even just today without seeing you made me so much more irritable. I missed you and it hasn’t even been 24 hours. I don’t even know why I thought what did would be okay” Veronica couldn’t help but get lost in the green eyes in front of her. She glanced down at Betty’s hands and saw the marks on her palms.
“Are those from me?” She asked quietly motioning to her hands. Betty frantically shoved her hands in her pockets.
“No! No. They’re not because of you. It’s just- nerves,” Betty lied and shot her a smile. But Veronica didn’t buy it. Her breath hitched in her throat at the thought of Betty clawing at herself because of her. “Listen, V, if you don’t forgive me. I get it. You can never talk to me again-” Veronica cut her off by placing her lips on hers. Betty pulled her hands out of her pockets and placed them on the small of Veronica’s back, puffing air lightly out of her nose that made Veronica’s lips tingle. They pulled away reluctantly.
“Please just tell me you won’t go around kissing guys to hide your sexuality.” Veronica bopped Betty’s nose with her pointer finger which caused Betty to scrunch her face up.
“I promise I won’t. And I can’t prove it.” Betty pulled away and travelled to the back of her truck, there was some sort of cloth folded up in the back. Betty grabbed it and unfolded it in one swift movement.
It was a very sloppy looking handmade flag that had
“I’m in love with Veronica Lodge” written in sharpie. It was very clearly written in Jugheads handwriting. Betty smiled and quickly duck taped it to the back window of her truck.
“You are such a dork.” Veronica laughed crossing her arms.
“That may be true but I’m your dork and you love me.”

anonymous asked:

Not hating but personally i strongly dislike ushioi only bc oikawa and iwachan hate him like why would i want to ship my fave character with his rival lol

Well, strongly disliking something might not equal hating, but sending me this out of the blue.. kinda does. I mean, why did you do that? Okay, UshiOi is not your cup of tea, that’s cool, but it’s mine, you know? Why’d you go out of your way to tell me that? You knew that it would only upset me. 

I might be getting you wrong, but since you put this as a rhetorical question it definitely doesn’t feel like you’re asking me about my opinion on UshiOi in order to understand what’s appealing about it to me. If I’m wrong, correct me, but to me this is not what a friendly ask from a curious anon who’s interested in what I have to say looks like.

Moreover, I’m sorry, but you definitely shouldn’t be allowed to use strong words like “hate” because you clearly can’t handle them. There might be a million parallel universes, but in none of them Oikawa and Iwaizumi actually hate Ushijima. This is a shounen manga; it’s sports and school and comedy and deals with relationships between high school students who are passionate about volleyball. There are friendships and rivalries, jealousy, happiness, euphoria, disappointment, and whatever else, but there isn’t anything that could truly be called hate

A rivalry doesn’t equal hate, and actually having rivals can be a very healthy thing and is also pretty essential for the players’ development in competitive sports. There’s a lot more I could say about this, but I’m sorry, I don’t feel lke you’d care, and this is something that feels so obvious to me, I don’t feel like writing a long text about this.

Also, you do know that the rivals-to-lovers trope is actually a very, very popular one? People ship their favourite characters with their rivals all the time and for a lot of reasons. If you don’t, once again, that’s cool, but please don’t bother anyone who does with your negativity. 

anonymous asked:

May I have a few headcanons for highschool Atsushi, Dazai and Naomi?? A few with a s/o and a few just in general please

Nakajima Atsushi

  • If you’re out sick for a few days and need review materials, Atsushi’s your go-to guy. His notes are absolutely impeccable. Once you decipher his slightly messy handwriting (he rarely dots his ‘i’s and sometimes his ‘m’s look like they’ve got one too many humps), his notes are practically a student’s holy grail. Not only are the sheets color coded, they’re practically word-for-word copies of the teachers’ lectures. Atsushi even triple-underlines what’s going to be included on future tests.
  • How he got roped into Dazai’s squad, Atsushi can’t quite figure out. He’s not totally dull, but he’s nowhere near Dazai’s caliber. All Atsushi knows is that one day, Dazai unexpectedly defended him from the school’s resident assholes and now he’s squashed between Ranpo and Kenji at the lunch table, nervously trying to mediate the Dazai and Kunikida’s daily spats.
  • Atsushi’s universally known as the school’s nice guy, a fact that eternally befuddles him. So what if he carries your books if you’ve got full arms, or always cleans up his groups’ lab station after Biology, or brings in donuts sometimes on Fridays? It’s not like he’s going that far out of his way! Atsushi’s convinced that he doesn’t deserve the title.
  • Despite the fact that he gets quite a few sideways glances, Atsushi always brings in adorable bento boxes for his lunch. Rice balls end up decorated with kitten faces, sporting seaweed whiskers and cubed ham eyeballs. Fruit’s always arranged in a bright rainbow, sprinkled with sugar and perfectly arranged. Any dish from bits of grilled pork to noodles looks straight from the pages of a cooking magazine.


  • The mere thought of giving you affection in front of classmates sends Atsushi in panic mode, cold sweat breaking out and stomach churning. He wants to show everyone you’re together (especially since none of the girls that ask him out—there’s a surprisingly long list—actually believe he’s in a relationship when he denies them), but even summoning the courage to grab your hand is beyond him. Getting Atsushi to show love in front of classmates is probably an impossible task; you’ll simply have to initiate and enjoy it while you can before he passes out from embarrassment.
  • Atsushi often plans study dates, but they rarely turn out as anticipated. When he’s around you, his mind just starts shooting in all different directions like a rabbit on steroids. Textbooks can’t catch his attention like the shape of your lips, or your eyelashes, or the smoothness of your skin. Eventually he just ends up suffering as he stares at you, trying to force his eyes back on his notes and dramatically failing. Only when you snap your book shut, suggesting that the two of you take a break, does he get any relief.
  • When your back is turned, Atsushi stashes tiny messages inside your textbooks. Nothing elaborate’s written on these notes— just a few sweet words, like ‘You can make it through the day!’  or ‘Atsushi adores you more than anything!’. Hiding these sticky notes for you is his way of holding your hand, guiding you through your toughest classes even when he’s ten rooms farther down the hall.

Dazai Osamu

  • All of the teachers are downright shocked Dazai hasn’t dropped out yet. He swings average grades, sure, but the boy just seems horrendously unmotivated. After his best friends left—Odasaku dropped out to care for his younger siblings, and Ango transferred—the staff thought for sure Dazai would only be sticking around for another week, at most. Why he still shows up to class puzzles them completely, though they’ve all agreed it’s probably got something to do with you and that oddball crew he’s been hanging around.
  • Showing up on time for class is not Dazai’s strong point. First hour usually sees him casually sauntering through the door, coffee thermos in hand and clad in sweatpants, half an hour late. The teachers have tried cracking down on his less-than-punctual habits, but detention never seems to shake him. At this point, they’re tired of dealing with him, so they leave the classroom door unlocked and settle for giving Dazai the evil-eye as he settles in his desk.
  • Nobody’s neutral on Dazai; either you love him, or you hate him. Judging by the flood of love letters that spill out of his locker every morning, most students—the hormonal females, at least—adore him. Really, the only people in the ‘we hate Dazai’ camp are the brothers of Dazai’s ex-playthings, pissed off that he fooled around with their sisters.
  • More often than not, Dazai’s high in class. While he doesn’t pop pills like he used too, the boy’s still fond of a blunt or two when he rolls out of bed in the morning, and his first-to-third hour bloodshot eyes clearly show it. He’s built up his tolerance enough so that he’s barely affected by starting the day with drugs, but when he shows up to school floating on the edge of a high it’s still relatively noticeable (especially when he gets the giggles in Logic II. We all know binary’s not that funny, Dazai, cool it before you get expelled.)


  • Getting away with getting frisky in class is child’s play for Dazai. He rarely even warns you before his fingers subtly slide into your pants in the middle of Biology. ‘Can I make ________ moan in class without getting in trouble’ quickly morphs into Dazai’s favorite game, and soon he’s springing his nimble hands on you almost twice a day.
  • Unfortunately for the custodian, Dazai often tugs you into the janitor’s closet for a bit of break-time fun. It’s cramped, sure; being crowded by brooms and shelves of bleach doesn’t do much to set the mood. It’s private and it locks from the inside, though, and that’s all Dazai is really after. As long as he can slide your pants off for a bit of dessert after lunch break is over, he’s satisfied.
  • Although in the past he’s fooled around quite a bit, Dazai makes it perfectly clear that he intends to take his relationship with you seriously. Every flirtatious look or lingering touch is immediately shut down with a cold glare and an eerily cheerful ‘You seem to have forgotten about _______; that’s alright, though, because I certainly haven’t.’ Dazai’s a reformed flirt now, and his mind’s only on you, no matter how short the cheerleaders’ skirts get.

Tanizaki Naomi

  • While Naomi’s not a big fan of classes in general, Culinary Arts manages to get her excited for one time slot, at least. Cooking’s a piece of cake—especially when convincing her brother to do it all for her is simple as batting her eyelashes and handing him a whisk. Mainly, Naomi samples the dishes and that’s about it; if she’s feeling ambitious, she might frost a cake or chop some vegetables, but that’s where her efforts stop.
  • Naomi never shows up to first hour without her trusty Starbucks in hand. It’s the same drink swirling around in that cup every morning, too; a chocolate chip frappe with extra whip and chocolate drizzle.
  • Naomi’s caused a bit of a civil war in the staff; half of the teachers hail her as an angel, and half regard her as a goddamn problem. Naturally, Naomi’s a sweetheart; until she’s angry, that is. Too many teachers have learned the hard way that giving Naomi a lunch hour for whispering to Haruno during a lecture is not worth it. Once she’s holding a grudge against a teacher her personal mission becomes giving them hell. Every word out of a teacher’s mouth is met with some sassy comment, and if Naomi despises them enough, she’ll resort to just plain, malicious insults. Naomi made a substitute cry once all on her own, and since then the teachers generally try to stay far away from the girl’s bad side.
  • All of Naomi’s school supplies are absolutely adorable. Animal motifs remain her favorite; most of her notebooks and binders are emblazoned with cute foxes, kittens, or some other equally-huggable mammal. If illustrations don’t cross the cover when she buys a book, she’ll sketch them in herself (after all, what else is she going to do during Geometry?).


  • Enrolling in all of the classes that you’re in is Naomi’s number-one priority. Even one hour away from you is enough to send her into a pouty mood. ‘Clingy’ is practically Naomi’s middle name, and while she can handle time apart from you, she just doesn’t want to.
  • Hopefully you’re not flustered by PDA, because Naomi sure isn’t. Rarely do you make it two steps down the hallway before Naomi’s twining her fingers through yours, pecking a tiny kiss on your cheek in greeting. If her desk ends up behind yours, Naomi’s constantly burying her fingers in your hair, massaging your scalp and working her way down until she’s chasing the knots and aches from your shoulders (as long as you return the favor when you’re sitting behind her!). The lunchroom, however, is her favorite spot to shower affection. Naomi spends the entire break perched on your lap, demanding you feed her yourself. Every successful bite is rewarded with a sweet kiss.
  • Naomi’s locker is practically a scrapbook of your relationship. Pictures smother every surface, all of your favorite memories lined in washi tape and propped on the metal. If anyone criticizes her mini-shrine, Naomi’s instantly pouting; what’s wrong with having pictures of the two of you, she wonders. Not often does she hold grudges, but if someone insults her collage, Naomi’s complaining to you about them for the next three weeks.
Sorted. (Seventeen Hogwarts House Preference)
  • (AN: This may seem a little bare bones but I tried not to make it too long because I'm going to write a headcanons post including ALL my Hogwarts headcanons for all the boys, and it's going to be long af so be prepared for that. This is just a little something to wet the palette beforehand. -Tanisha<3)
  • S.Coups/Seungcheol: Gryffindor
  • Obvious observation number one. Seungcheol is the charismatic leader of the group; he's the Harry Potter of Seventeen. Although at first glance, he's probably much, much happier than Harry Potter ever was (shots fired). He's confident, outgoing, displays leadership and nurturing; he's everything in the classic "big brother" Gryffindor. His sorting is obvious and stereotypical, but not in a bad way.
  • Jeonghan: Hufflepuff
  • (Much less obvious.) Jeonghan, much like many other members of this band, is a giant ball of fluff. He's sweet and kind and prides himself in taking care of others (aka the "mom" role). This makes him a perfect suit for Hufflepuff. He's not super passive or shy - but he is incredibly loyal and always looks out for others and their well being over his own. He is the Cedric Diggory type Hufflepuff; gorgeous, popular, confident, but humble, hard-working, and honest.
  • Joshua/Jisoo: Ravenclaw
  • I mentioned his sorting previously in the Woozi AU oneshot, so it shouldn't come as a surprise. And honestly, I never once second guessed my choice. Joshua is intelligent, naturally talented, and although humble and more on the shy side, he just seems to be a quiet Ravenclaw. He seems to be the type to love reading and books and at Hogwarts he would probably have a thirst for magical knowledge and have no trouble being at the top of his class (but claim that it's really not his fault). And plus, he's just very beautiful (as is all of Seventeen) and Ravenclaws are known for their astounding beauty.
  • Jun: Slytherin
  • Junhui would be the good old greasy Slytherin. I like to compare him to Blaise Zabini - but with more grease, and a more visible soft side. On the outside he would be despicable; the typical annoying Slytherin that everyone could and would hate, or at least dislike, just because he is a Slytherin and easy to judge for it. But to those that know him and take the time to get to know him, he's a delight. He's sweet and would kill for his friends. Even if he can be the teasing, joking friend at times. We all know he's greasy af in real life (by the way, I love that term "greasy", it perfectly describes what we're going for) but he's also a fluff ball and some Slytherins are just like that within their friend circles and behind closed doors. Overall, perfect Slytherin and with his longer hair he would look killer in that uniform.
  • Hoshi/Soonyoung: Gryffindor
  • Once again, ball of fluff. But this boy has far too much attitude to be a Hufflepuff. That much attitude cannot be contained by black and yellow. His brand of sexiness, cuteness, and overall charisma combined is only suited for red and gold. He would probably be a hat stall, though. He probably wouldn't have a house preference, and have qualities for Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, and maybe even Slytherin, so the hat would have a very hard time deciding. He is a good friend, confident, funny, and a good leader in the sense that people follow him because he's likable. He's the uber popular Gryffindor that everybody knows and wants to be friends with.
  • Wonwoo: Slytherin
  • Emo king of the century probably influenced the hat and begged to be a Slytherin. From the outside the attitude suits him, more as a costume, but really he's very chill for a Slytherin. People are surprised when they get to know him.
  • Woozi/Jihoon: Slytherin
  • I fell in love with the idea of him as a Slytherin. His innate aggression contrasted with his cuteness and small stature makes him the best ironic Slytherin. He can be cranky and grumpy but also happy and a good friend. He's a dedicated, hard-working, high-achieving person who scolds himself but stops at nothing to gets what he wants. Can be a bit of a bully (but does know when to stop), but is a very loyal and amazing friend to have. A great and unpredictable Slytherin.
  • DK/Seokmin: Hufflepuff
  • When I mentioned in the Hogwarts AU fanfic that Hufflepuffs are giant rays of sunshine I may or may not have been directly thinking of Lee Seokmin. He is the original giant Hufflepuff ray of sunshine. If anyone asks "what the hell is a Hufflepuff?" he is exhibit A. No further explanation needed.
  • Mingyu: Gryffindor
  • (Secretly maybe I wanted Meanie to be the perfect Gryffindor/Slytherin opposites attract couple; like Drarry.) Mingyu is the handsome, confident, friendly, nice Gryffindor guy. Probably gets 'alright' grades because he doesn't care that much about his school work or gets distracted by girls (or *cough* Wonwoo). He's charming and doesn't mind taking time alone (which is rare for a Gryffindor, but good) and would look killer in that uniform.
  • The8/Minghao: Hufflepuff
  • Literal cinnamon roll. And as we all know, that's Hufflepuff. Very stereotypical, but very true. He's adorable and kind of shy, maybe sensitive (needs to be protected from the dangers of this world) - fits all the typical qualities of a Hufflepuff and thrives in the environment. Also he would just look good in that tie and constantly try to nicely explain to people about the badger and... (getting too deep.)
  • Seungkwan: Ravenclaw
  • Sassy Ravenclaw. Seungkwan almost has too much personality for any house. He could have easily been a Slytherin but when it comes down to it he is not cut throat enough and his natural talents and vanity (for lack of a better word - let's just say he feels himself and it's not a bad thing) make him the perfect sassy Ravenclaw.
  • Vernon/Hansol: Ravenclaw
  • I had a very hard time deciding him too. Major hat stall. But Ravenclaw is good for him - he's a major science nerd (can see him being the Herbology nerd that Neville was) and clearly he's good with language and he's creative and I associate Ravenclaws with being meme lords and we know that he's just a giant meme.
  • Dino/Chan: Ravenclaw
  • Another hat stall. Maybe a Hufflepuff, but he is someone else with a lot of raw natural talent and very eager to learn. He is the eager little Ravenclaw always carrying a stack of books twice his size and taking notes in class at twenty miles an hour. He would be the best student and excited about everything that goes on at Hogwarts (just as he is with dance and performance).
  • (AN: You may also note that I accidentally equally divided them up between the houses.)

hiiii, here are a bunch of fics I’ve enjoyed and loved reading throughout the month of november. I recommend that you read these great fics in december, if you haven’t already!! there’s GREAT fics in here… some really seasonal stuff and even MY OWN FIC! please check them out!!

(all fics with a star are my favorites and if there are two stars then it was a favorite favorite)

1. Loving with a Little Twist (29k)**

“What are you going to do?”

“I don’t know Niall! I just promised my mother I’m bringing my boyfriend - a boyfriend I don’t have - to Thanksgiving dinner. What should I do? I can’t call back and be like, ‘Oh yeah mom, that boyfriend I said that I have, I don’t actually have. Sorry to disappoint you.’ My life is ruined.” Harry returns to suffocating himself with the pillow.

Niall laughs and Harry growls at his best friend’s unwarranted happiness in this life-ending situation. Harry is fucked. Fuck. He needs a boyfriend. Fuck.

(a thanksgiving fake/pretend relationship au, written by me!!)

2. When the Stars Come Out (30k)*

Louis was about to reassure Harry further when Gemma bounded back over to him, slipping a hand around Louis’ waist. Harry’s eyes followed the movement. And then that lip gnaw again. Christ. How was he supposed to survive this weekend?

He turned his attention to Gemma as her palm came to rest right above his heart. Laying it on a bit thick, dear. Or at least that’s what he hoped he’d conveyed with the simple tilt of an eyebrow.

In response, she went up on tiptoes and laid a noisy kiss on the hollow beneath his cheekbone. Louis didn’t take his eyes off Harry, who watched the scene play out with a blank expression. Once Gemma dropped back to the ground, Harry shifted away from them, his gaze dropping to his feet.

[Or the one where Louis pretends to be Gemma’s boyfriend for her horrid cousin’s wedding but fate is a nasty jerk and throws Harry in his way.]

3. Both Showing Hearts (113k)**

Louis Tomlinson is, in fact, not straight.

Harry Styles isn’t sure what he is.

Together, they figure it out, and maybe fall in love along the way.

Or, the Uni AU where Louis helps Harry figure out his sexuality, Niall crashes a bachelorette party, Liam works in a printing centre, and Zayn happens to need lots of printing done.

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anonymous asked:

Hello Kimbap noona!! I really enjoyed reading your Seventeen students au so can I request Seventeen as school teachers?? Thank you (><)

S.Coups: Physical Education teacher. Seungcheol’s the type of gym teacher that joins in on the sports/games. Everyone is always fighting for him to be on their team because having him is an automatic win. He really does encourage health and exercise, always telling his students to eat well and at least go out for sports every now and then.

Jeonghan: Arts teacher. Jeonghan is a masterpiece himself and he knows it. He taught theory for the first few classes before giving up and just letting his students submit drawings and random art projects he probably made up on the spot. Everyone loves him though because he’s sarcastic and funny, and sassy when he wants to be. When they had to draw portraits of people, half his students drew him and he bragged about it in the teacher’s lounge for a whole week.

Joshua: English teacher. Jisoo is the dreamy English teacher every girl at school knows about. He’s so kind and soft-spoken, and he does his best to explain clearly so that his students can learn. He makes them read good books, and gives cool assignments. He doesn’t yell, but instead makes a very disappointed look, which makes his students feel bad and not want to redo their mistake.

Jun: Foreign Languages teacher. Junhui can speak in so many languages; it amazes his students and co-workers. His students always ask him to say things in the other languages he knows. He throws shade in Chinese, sasses others in Japanese, and compliments people in English. When someone says something inappropriate in a language he taught them, he rolls his eyes so far back only the whites of his eyes can be seen. He makes puns in different languages and laughs by himself.

Hoshi: Theater teacher. Soonyoung is the really passionate theater teacher everyone loves because his plays are always so good. The auditorium’s always filled with students on performance days. He’s really into dancing, so most of his plays are musicals. He makes the dances himself and his students constantly tell him that he should just become a choreographer. His students call him Hoshi because he’s a star onstage.

Wonwoo: Literature teacher. All the students know Wonwoo as that teacher who’s always seen with a book in his hands. He reads while walking down the school hallways, impressively dodging everything or anyone getting thrown in his way. He’s very passionate when teaching that students who don’t even like Literature are interested. He’s very calm and never loses his temper. He probably quotes from the many books he’s read and gives one bonus point to any student who knows where it’s from.

Woozi: Math teacher. Jihoon is a strict teacher, but he does this because he really does want his students to work and understand what they’re learning. He explains very clearly and he’s ready to answer any questions his students have. He’s not afraid to scold anyone who disrespects him. He’s the type of teacher who really wants his students to pass.

DK: Humanities teacher. Seokmin mostly teaches about ethics and happiness. He’s so positive, always telling his students to stay happy and that all bad things will eventually pass. His students always beg him to sing for them because on top of being a funny and kind teacher, he’s also talented in singing. When he hears Seungkwan singing from his Music class, Seokmin joins in and the whole school witnesses their duet.

Mingyu: Home Economics teacher. Mingyu is the handsome teacher every girl at school has a crush on. He’s kind, helpful and he can cook well too! His female students laugh at all his terrible jokes just so they can see him smile. He teaches cooking, sewing, childcare and cleaning. As a final assignment, he makes the students cook him something just so he can eat.

The8: Science teacher. Minghao is the sweet and adorable Science teacher. He’s very knowledgeable about the subject, so he’s always open for questions. He’s patient and wouldn’t mind repeating something over and over if his students didn’t understand. He sasses people under his breath in Chinese. He unfortunately makes periodic table puns, and his students either laugh or groan.

Seungkwan: Music teacher. Seungkwan is the loud and hilarious Music teacher who can be heard singing from the other side of the school. He sings duets with Seokmin when he hears him singing form his Humanities class. He likes starting class off with a song, so he and his students always sing while he plays on the keyboard. He makes class fun, and he isn’t afraid to sass any student who is rude or isn’t doing their work. Let’s be real, he probably gives bonus points to students from Jeju.

Vernon: History teacher. Hansol is a really relaxed teacher. You can hand in your work a day late and he’d still accept it because he’d feel too bad if he doesn’t. He’s really good at memorizing, as expected from a History teacher because of all the dates; he already knew all the names of his students after one role-call. He makes up raps about History dates to help his students study better.

Dino: Teaching assistant. He’s not exactly a teacher (yet), but he’s always accompanying the other teachers in their classes. All the students love him because he always pulls a Michael Jackson move out of nowhere or hums to one of his songs. He’s really reliable despite only being an assistant, and the students always tell him he’s going to be a great teacher one day.

hello my love!! i’m so happy you liked my high school/students au ^^ thank you for your request!!

Rich Games pt 2 (Suho Scenario)

Summary: Everything is just fun and games for the rich boy, Suho.
Members: Suho x Reader (Appearances by EXO and BTS Members)
Type: Student! AU/ Drama/ Angst/ little Fluff
Length: 4,082 Words

I am REALLY happy that you guys liked part 1 of this story. I really hope you like part 2 just as much. I don’t know when part 3 will come out, but I promise I already have ideas for it <3

­-Admin Kat

  Pt. 1, Pt.2,  Pt. 3,   Pt. 4,  Pt. 5,   Pt.6,  Pt. 7,  Pt. 8,  Pt. 9,  Pt. 10,  Pt. 11,Pt. 12, Pt. 13,  Pt. 14,  Pt. 15,  Pt. 16,  Pt.17, Pt. 18, Pt. 19, Pt. 20,Pt. 21, Pt. 22, Pt. 23, Pt. 24, Pt. 25, Pt. 26

You stared at the golden apple that rested on your bedside table. You ran your finger over the glossy paint. You thought back to that afternoon when you had received it. He started to lean towards you, his lips only a few inches from yours, and smirked. “Because you are a sweet and beautiful girl. Why wouldn’t I want to be with someone like you? I’m tired of stupid, ditzy girls like Kristy. I need an Athena, not an Aphrodite.” You bit your lip at the thought. Athena. The Goddess of wisdom, versus Aphrodite, the Goddess of beauty. Was it really possible for a boy to choose brains over beauty?

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High-School! Calum AU

A/N; This a Calum piece i’ve been working on! Let me know why you think!

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

Summary; High-School Calum basically.

Word Count; 1.7k


School for you isn’t the best, but it’s certainly not the worst. You kind of just blend in, you’re not popular, but at the same time everyone knows who you are. Probably because you are on the cheer squad.

Cheerleading’s great, it is, but it comes with its bads as well as goods. Even though you love it, and it’s a great way to keep in shape, and not to mention the uniforms are so cute, it always annoys you because so many people place you with the stereotype of being a ‘bitch’ and a girl who only cares about parties and boys. But that’s not you, but because of the social hierarchy, you are painted that way.

Like every school there’s a 'food chain’ type thing, that you are delved into through how popular you are.

At the top you have the 'Good’ Popular kids. Consisting of students with average grades, some honour roll students, who are all filthy rich, but are generally pretty nice, it just depends who you are to them.

Alongside them are the “Wild” Popular kids. These are the kids who are constant with partying, drinking, doing some drugs and having sex. They crossover with the “Good” popular also. Some bullies reside here too.

Then you have the athletes, like you. There’s lots of cheerleaders and jocks but again some crossover with the 'goods and wilds’ - code name.

After that there’s the typical potheads, every school has them. Most of them have the worst academics, some are 'Rockers’ and again they crossover with the goods and wilds too.

Then you have the lower cliques and groups. These include separate but fairly equal in status groups such as; the drama club, band, choir groups, pep club and some debate teams.  Some of these groups feel higher in status than others. The drama club feel superior to band, for example. Honour and average students dwell here.

And then comes the bottom. The 'nerdy kids’ labelled wholly because of there perfect grades, honour roll students who are focused more on school rather than what party is at the end of the week. Which isn’t a bad thing.Intelligence in your school does not go a long way in evaluating your status. 

And because looks and popularity are valued higher than personality, you fell into a place where not only kids of lower status avoided you, frightened that you would be rude or mean to them, but kids of higher status judged you for how much you partied and how 'cool’ you were based on if you had sex or not.

Personally, you feel that you are out of place a bit. Even though guys throw themselves at you left right and centre when you’re out, you don’t fawn over them the way other girls do, wanting respect for yourself. ‘There’s more to life than boys.’ A motto lived by you and your mother.

You don’t mind the party scene, but there are some weekends you just want to yourself, to, I don’t know breathe?

“Hey Y/N!” Yasmin shouted as she approached your locker, dressed in a casual pair of  light washed jeans and a long white tee, contrasting to you dressed in a pair of dark denim jeans and a cute grey hoody from Jack Wills.

“Hey, whatsup, how did the math paper go?” Yasmin has been your best friend for as long as you can remember. Your moms were best friends and so you both met when you were younger and now your just as close as they are with each other. You do everything together, cheer, shop, eat, sleep, you’re basically attached at the hip.

“Ha! Y/N, tell me, how do you think it went?” She scoffed smirking. Unlike you, Yas didn’t give a second thought about grades, much more involved and interested in what was happening outside of class rather than what was going on inside of class. She was so much more laid back, outgoing and more confident than you were, and you wished you could be a lot more like her in a lot of ways.

You rolled your eyes habitually at her carelessness, shutting your locker, beginning to walk alongside her on your way to your car because thankfully this week is finally over.

“So are we going to this beach bonfire thing tonight, or what’s the deal Y/L/N? Because I’ve been asking all week.” There was no match this week, therefore no cheer meet, so you actually thought you would have time to yourself to just chill. “Actually I-” “No!” She spoke a little louder, her tone clearly frustrated. “We’re going I don’t care about your you time. This isn’t fair, come on were sophomores now, we’re actually getting invited to these things, Y/N please” she was begging, doing the 'please do this for me and not for you look.’

“Fine, you’re buying the vodka but. And don’t you dare leave me to go make out with that Michael guy this week, or I will literally tell your mom about that time…” “Don’t fucking say it Y/N. Deal.” You smirked, your sassy streak surfacing, whilst she glared at you from the other side of your car, that you had approached.

“Hey Y/N!” an third, unfamiliar voice caught your attention, you turned swiftly and nearly gave yourself whiplash. Oops. When you seen the person you just stood still, in complete and utter shock, as well as Yasmin. Even she was having problems trying to speak aloud and that’s Yasmin for gods sake.

“Uh- h-h-hey” you stuttered, mentally slapping yourself for making yourself  look like a complete weirdo in front of the gorgeous, tanned, curly haired, even tattooed boy standing in front of you. He wore an army green tee, with black shorts, a pair of nikes and had a black nike duffel bag slung over his right shoulder, obviously he had just come from gym class. Wow, even then did he still look good.

His name, Calum Hood. The Calum Hood, captain of the football team, the first junior in history to even make the team, one of the hottest and most popular guys in school is constructing a conversation with you, well trying to.

“Are you heading to the bonfire tonight?” He asked, with what looked to be a genuine smile on his face, however you stood with your eyes wide, thankfully your mouth sealed shut, and not hanging open but you were surely still in shock that he had even known your name.

“Yeah she is” Yasmin spoke up, giving him a smile, “Thats great! I’ll see you guys there” he spoke confidently giving you a wink before taking off and heading back towards his football buddies. Thank the Lord for Yasmin’s social skills because boy that could’ve gone so much worse.

Calum was never one to approach girls, they always approached him. That you knew because many of your fellow cheerleader friends weren’t able to shut up about him. And now you knew why.

You always thought he was good looking, but admired him from a far and kept it to yourself and always kept away, because let’s be real. He’s a year older and he’s every girls teenage dream, therefore he has countless options and yeah you went out with a few older guys, but they always messed it up before things could get remotely serious. So you stayed away from the type of guys like Calum having learned the hard way.

Meanwhile Yasmin and you got inside your car and both of you sat in silence staring out the screen for a few minutes.

“What the fuck?” You muttered, completely confused by what just happened. Did that really just happen? How does he know my name? Omg.

Yasmin giggled enthusiastically, “Oh my god Y/N, Calum actually knows who you are and not only that, he was totally gonna ask you out!! And he doesn’t date younger girls either! Nor does he even approach them. Impressive.” She leant over pinching your cheek, something she’s been doing since kids and you rolled your eyes.

You smiled hopefully, but then completely shook flinching her away as you remembered something.  “But isn’t he dating Nia?” Worried you were just about to overthink everything, a huge habit of yours until Yasmin chimed in this time letting out a chuckle “Jesus, Y/N, you never pay attention. They weren’t dating, they were fucking, it’s a big difference and he ended it with her a few weeks ago.”

“Ah, so that’s why she’s finally shut up about how 'good he is.” Cringing at the thought, but laughing too because it was an inside joke to mock her between you and Yas.

Nia was also on the cheer squad, and fell into the “wild” type popularity just like Calum. She’d always stop in the middle of practice to text him, or if the squad trained outside because the weather was good,which it was most days, she’d stop to go and talk to him, even when he was clearly focused on his own training.

Not to mention when practice was finished, in the locker room, she did not shut up about how skilled he was in bed. This also happened when you and Yasmin drove her home a few times if she didn’t have a ride. She was nice most of the time, just a little guy crazy.

“Oh my god, you’re totally in” she grinned hitting your shoulder. “Okay Yasmin he didn’t even ask me out, was checking we were going.” you replied brushing it off. “He would’ve asked if you said you weren’t going.”



“Wouldn’t have”

“Would have”

“Whatever, it’s not like anything would happen, and besides I have other options, who says I actually want Calum?” You look away from her glancing out the window.

And that’s true, you were relatively known, and you had been keeping snap streaks with a few guys, as well as texting them too. But usually you just kept it friendly which you were planning on doing until now.

“I love when your wild side comes out, and true your options are cute, but not as cute as him.” She retorted back raising her voice slightly at she spoke the last part.

“Okay, he’s cute, but we have to go get ready and my mom wants me to pick up a few things so.” You said blushing a little, turning on the car and driving away. You have to admit you are really attracted to Calum but you need to play it cool.

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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

Francisco. Brooklyn, New York.

“The best advice that I’ve gotten, that I could give, is that…you’re not broken, and you never were. That’s an important thing to think, because it’s easy to get caught up in all of these issues that we can have, making us think that we’re broken and that now we have to fix ourselves.”

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Louis Tomlinson Facts: 24 Things You (Probably) Didn't Know About The One Direction Star

Louis Tomlinson is pretty much renowned for being the sassy member of One Direction with cheekbones so high that he can make every individual within a fifteen foot radius swoon on demand.

But there’s a lot more to Louis than amaze bone structure and fab comebacks; for example, did you know just how many seconds worth of solos he had on 1D’s first album, Up All Night? Or what his surname COULD have been?

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Erm, okay, so you probably do.

Because you guys know absolutely everything and there’s really just no competition when it comes to Louis T knowledge.

Still, have a little peruse of our super duper fun facts and you never know, you might learn something new…

1. Simon Cowell and co. were actually a tad unsure about placing Lou in the hugest, biggest, most famous band on the planet back in 2010 X Factor, and he very nearly didn’t make the cut.

Erm, could you imagine One Direction without Louis Tomlinson? Because we most certainly can not.

2. On a similar note, even once the band were up and running the 23-year-old was kind of pushed into the background a little bit and was meanly given the least amount of solos on 1D’s first album, Up All Night.

If you’re wondering about the specifics, throughout the 53 minute and 14 second long record, Lou gets a grand total of 1 minute and 29 seconds worth of solos - less than the other boys by a landslide.

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Still, Lou persevered and fans are in total agreement that his voice makes the band what it is and he has since gone on to write some absolutely awesome tracks for their fourth album.

*Cough* No Control *cough*.

3. We all know that Louis was born and raised in sunny Doncaster, but did you know that other famous peeps to reign from Donny include Jeremy Clarkson and Brian Blessed?

There you have it, a piece of Louis trivia that your dad will appreciate.

4. We are all well-practiced in scrawling our signature as Mrs. Tomlinson whilst we dream about the day that we will marry him, but we could have very easily been fantasising about being Mrs. Poulston or Mrs. Austin instead.

Louis took the surname of his stepfather, Mark Tomlinson, when he was younger but he could have kept his biological dad, Troy Austin, or his mum, Johannah Poulston’s, last names.

Is it just us or does Louis Tomlinson deffo have the best ring to it?

5. Louis’ mum and stepdad Mark broke up in 2011, just as One Direction were really starting to take over the world.

Speaking about the difficult split, Lou once revealed: “It must be so much harder for her because I’m living this fantastic life and being so busy every day whereas she’s still in the old life I was in but without me… It must be really difficult for her not to get upset.”

N'aww, chin up, love :( all’s well that ends well, yeah?

6. Big-hearted Lou has also previously shared that he is at his absolute happiest when he is spoiling his family…

7. ….Which must be pretty cool for his seven brothers and sisters - Lottie, Felicitie, Phoebe, Daisy, Doris, Ernest, and one sis on his father’s side, Georgia.

8. When he was just eleven years old, Louis had a role as an extra on ITV drama Fat Friends, alongside his newborn twin sisters Daisy and Phoebe.

9. He also appeared on Waterloo Road, If I Had You, and even featured as an extra in a film opposite blimmin’ Oscar winner, Eddie Redmayne.

10. In fact, Louis loved acting so much that he said that if he wasn’t in One Direction he would be a drama teacher, which obviously would never have happened because he is definitely way, WAY too hot to be a stuffy old teacher.

Nobody would be able to pay any attention at all!

11. In spite of his less-than-enthusiastic response to his “impending fatherhood”, Lou always insisted that he ruddy loves kids and can’t wait to have them. 

In fact, he once said that he wants to name his sons Leo and Lucas.

Going down the Kardashian route with that one we see, still, we’re not complaining if we get a reality show out of it…

12. If you rewind to before One Direction ever came to be, you might recall a certain Zayn Malik throwing a massive strop when he was asked to dance during X Factor’s audition process.

What you might not remember is Louis William Tomlinson doing jazz hands behind him throughout - who would have thought that those two would go on to be bezzie mates, eh?

13. Although they may be partners in crime, Louis isn’t afraid to act tough with the brooding and mysterious one, admitting that he once hit Zayn with a shoe for calling Harry Styles “Beautiful”.

The reason? “Harry’s mine”, explained Lou.

We know, babes, we know.

14. The hunk revealed that back in May 2012 he was woken up by a naked man trying to enter his hotel room in Stockholm at 5am.


Luckily, the man wasn’t a nude murderer or anything scary - he was appaz drunk and looking for the toilet - good excuse, eh?

15. Sticking to the strange territory, Louis said that he once got given a sanitary towel with a fan’s Twitter handle written on it.

We reckon whether or not it was… Erm… Used… Would have been a huge factor in whether she got her follow…

16. We’re sure that you all deffo know this one, but we thought we’d bring it up as it is our fave - ever sassy Louis once forgot his ID on a night out in Toronto, unfazed by the mishap Lou insisted that the waiter look up his date of birth online to prove that he was of age.

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The power, THE. POWER.

17. A lot of fans believe that One Direction’s management team have control over Louis’ Twitter account, and the star has previously made mysterious comments alluding that this might just be true - like the time that he absolutely insisted that he had never unfollowed anybody on the social network, despite his account unfollowing a whole bunch of fans just days previously.

Needless to say, we are on high alert.

18. You’d have to be an amateur not to know that Louis was born on Christmas Eve, but did you know that it is also World Eggnog day?

Double the reason to celebrate, we reckon.

19. Louis was shocked when One Direction’s film, This Is Us, came out and his mum revealed that he’d only been back to Doncaster five, FIVE, times since the band started.

Lou said at the time: “For me, my mom actually says I’ve only been back to Doncaster [my hometown] five times. I didn’t realize that it was as little as that.

"It’s quite shocking to see.”

20. However, absence clearly makes the heart grow fonder with Louis being a patron for local charity, Bluebell Wood Children’s Hospice, and even making a bid to buy local footie team, Doncaster Rovers, when he heard that it was going to close down due to low funds.

21. Steve Brookstein (remember him?) once slagged Louis off for not being a very good singer, definitely not because he’s bitter or anything like that…

22. Let’s get seriously specific, when Louis was born he weighed 7lbs 3oz, was 49cm long,  and had a head circumference of 34.5cm.

He’s still incredibly teeny.

23. Did you know that Louis’ can actually play the piano? And we are seriously disappointed that this has not been embraced to the max during any of the boys’ world tours.

24. He’s actually really ruddy nice. Known to sass somebody out with the flick of his hair and a raise of his eyebrow, Louis has a bit of a rep for being too cool for school - but that’s only if you cross him.

Generally speaking, he’s got a heart of gold and all the time in the world for his legions of dedicated fans, which we are sure YOU all know, but it’s still nice to get out there as much as we possibly can.