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Translation: Manusoverlevering, part 2

Here's part 2 of the youtube video translation, from 24:21 to 43:23 (also, there will probably be two more parts, rather than just one - otherwise this will begin to feel too much like work...)

Any mistakes are there for your enjoyment - I'm a Swede translating Norwegian into English, which gives me two extra languages to føkk up. Ooops.

Also, there are a lot of starts, stops, pauses and unfinished sentences going on during the panel - I haven't cleaned that up, you're getting it just as it was said. So, yeah. Sorry, not sorry.

Anyway, translation (hopefully...) under the cut because, once again, it's looooong...

[link to part 1]

Christopher Pahle: It’s nice when scenes are so well improvised that it seems like you’ve just been really good at writing them.

Julie Andem: I… Yeah. I remember that scene, or the filming of that scene as really exhausting, it was like at the end of the day and everyone was tired, and I know that there’s a really funny blooper from that scene where we’re running out of time to shoot so I’m trying to communicate during the take, I think it was to Marlon, that he should move, and then the whole group began to move, so they remained standing in a small herd. So it was a lot of not very good stuff we returned home with from that scene too.

Henrik Holm: And a lot of takes.

J: Yeah, there were quite a few takes of it too.

David Sjøholt: And you were… you were doing it after… after another one. We had an earlier recording that day, so it was like…

J: Yeah, it was pretty late in the evening when we did it.

D: Mmm.

J: But, yeah…

C: But, but that reaction where you suddenly realise who Even is is first of all really, really funny, but it’s also nice how it’s played out, how did that come to be?

D [shrugs]: I don’t know. I really don’t know, it’s just like… how improvisation works, it just happens and it just… I remember so well, um… when it happened, you got so flustered that you said ‘Henrik’, you didn’t say that your name was Even.

H: I think we all said our own names in that scene.

J: Marlon says Marlon, doesn’t he?

H: Yeah, he does.

D: That too, but it was, yeah…

J: But you are a bit, like, what’s so great with you is that as soon as you get a bit bored because nothing happens, like I think, if I’d have to guess, what you felt here is that you felt that Tarjei, or, slash Isak, wasn’t mocked enough, or it being embarrassing enough for him…

D: Maybe, I don’t remember… I guess it was… Yeah, that was probably it. It was so little that was happening.

H: But it… I remember very well that we did it so many times. And you’re very good at that because you always dared to do different things because you were the character that you were. I remember that you always played around with, like, how we boys communicated with each other, the comments you threw in were different from scene to scene, right? So it’s like you say, when you said that I got completely flustered and was just like, “uh, Henrik?”

D: I’m very…

H: So after a while I remember that it became our task, so… in that scene I remember hearing Marlon about to say “Maaaarrrlllo-” and I’m just like [speaks very quickly] “pleased to meet you”.

D: That’s true, and it’s like...

J: You said it in slow mo.

D: But… I shouldn’t sit here and be praised, because that part is really easy to have. It’s you…

H: You should get all the praise.

D: …who should get all the praise because you have all the boundaries, I can pretty much do as like, it’s just like [he shrugs].

H: Yeah, but that’s, like, so subjective. You think it’s easy, but for most people, having that sense of humour, timing, and playfulness… that really did a lot for the boy squad and what kind of mood they were in.

J: Definitely.

[Audience and panel applauds an embarrassed David]

C: Is there anyone of you that doesn’t like to improvise? I have a feeling it’s a condition to be a part of Skam.

J: A bit, yes. Really.

H: It was part of the audition.

J: Yeah, yeah. There was a lot of impro during the audition.

C: Carl Martin, you also like it, right?

Carl Martin Eggesbø: Yeah, I really like to improvise, yeah. It almost became a bit like, when we recorded it was a bit because I, too, failed to learn the script. So then I had to, yeah… mm.

C: Are there any improvised scenes that were left on the floor of the editing room that you’re missing? Where you’ve thought, “Damn that that isn’t in”?

J: There is so much good left on that floor.

C: Is there anything in particular that you can think of? Or the rest of you?

J: No… or can you?

CM: No, nothing spec… or, like, it was really exciting to see when the clips were released what had been selected. Because I just remember, at least for my part, it was… there were so many different clips. So it was really exciting to see what was kept in and what worked and contributed to, well, adding on to the story.

C: Right. How many times did you record the coffee spitting… How many takes for that?

Ulrikke Falch: That was pretty fast, wasn’t it?

J: Yeah, I think so. It was… you were totally awesome. In the script it just says something like…

U: We’re a couple.

J: …Vilde and Magnus are a couple and in love in an annoying way. I think it says.

D: Spit coffee and…

U: I spit coffee, yeah.

CM: Don’t you remember that?

D: Yeah, I remember it but I just remember that it was kind of different, and…

J: Ulrikke…

U: You liked it.

D: Noooo.

U: It seemed like you were in on it.

D: Yeah, I was, but…

H: You liked it.

U: You opened your mouth.

H: You enjoyed it.

D: It was a lot of fun. Definitely.

J: And Ulrikke is absolutely amazing…

D: Yeah, fucking hell.

J: …at impro, like, she’s made me laugh so much on set that I’ve peed myself a little bit, like it is, it is completely random what comes out, like it’s a party. It’s like I can’t make myself say “cut” even if we’re running out of time because I just want to sit back and watch what comes out, what her next strategy to keep the scene running will be. It’s just so much fun.

C: What is going on in your mind when you’re doing it?

U: It’s images, images appear and I just follow the images. Um.

CM: That is… What does that mean, I can’t…

U: No, I can, I can begin and then I see a light and I think “what else gives off light” and then there are fourteen different alternatives and then I pick one of them and then there are new alternatives there, and…

J: Yeah, there’s that kind of association, you’re really good at association, and it’s just like, “how did you end up here?”

C: Don’t the rest of you have any techniques like that?

H: I don’t recognise myself there. But is it acting in general or is it the character?

U: It’s mostly Vilde, it’s when you know the character.

H: Mmm. Because when you say it like that, then I can really see it. And you do it so brilliantly.

D: That was really wild to listen to. Cool. Wow. A light.

U: There are images.

D: Like, a light.

J: It’s not always a light, though, it’s an image of a light, it’s just an example, it’s not always a light.

U: Yeah, of cou… there’s an improvisation light in the far distance and then I follow it…

D: Whoa… whooooa… light…

U: No, that’s not it.

H: Yeah, but you are so present, that’s what it is. You’re so present that you can just stand there and just pick things from… from… who knows where it comes from, if you understand what I mean?

U: Yeah, but that’s the thing, that I’m good at improvising on my own but I’m not so good at improvising with others. And I never felt like I was. Julie, can’t you say that I was? No, that wasn’t what I meant.

J: Well, now that you mention it, you really sucked… No, you were really fantastic at it. And I think it’s really a lot of fun, especially in scenes with Lisa. Because Lisa doesn’t really like to improvise, but she’s really good at accepting everything that comes at her in a natural way. That scene where you’re talking about her having chlamydia in her eye. I think it said in the script, “discuss if Eva has chlamydia in her eye”, but when you began, like, “and you’ve touched your foo foo and then you’ve touched yourself there”, and how Lisa manages to keep a straight face in that scene, because I was completely destroyed, so…

H: There were a lot of times that we burst into laughter…

J: Yeah, there were some…

H: …I have to say. There must be some bloopers of that.

J: Yeah.

C: There is something else that is in the script that I think is very funny and interesting. So we can go back to the very first screenshot we planned to show. It’s from the Gabrielle scene, where you’ve written down, “I spent a long time looking for a song that Even would be feeling exhilarated by and it was really totally random that it was Fem Fine Frøkner but I ended up with it because the lyric was on point and Henrik managed to get exhilarated to it”. Have you… there it is, right. What I found interesting there is that what’s in the script is that it is Maroon 5.

[Julie laughs]

H: I never saw that.

J: Okay, but this has to be said, Maroon 5 is, like, my insert for anything daft. So in the script for the first season when William is coming up behind Noora, it also says “Noora puts on Maroon 5” because I just put that in and then I find a song afterwards. But it was never going to be Maroon 5, because it had to be over a minute and we didn’t have the rights, it had to be Norwegian.

C: Yeah, right. So that’s the reason that it says…

J: Yeah.

C: Yeah. Right. It would have become a pretty different scene if it had been Maroon 5.

J: Yeah. I really wanted Roxette, but we didn’t get…

C: Which one?

J: Yeah, what was it, name a title.

C: Joyride? That’s my…

J: Yeah, maybe.

C: …goto karaoke song.

J: Yeah. Maybe it was Joyride. Isn’t that, like, really upbeat so you feel like dancing to it?

C: Yeah, it’s very, like… maybe not dancing to it? I’m not going to sing it.

J: Are you sure?

H: That was what I said when she showed me Fem Fine Frøkner. I am not going to sing this.

J: But you did it, though.

C: You did it.

H: I did it.

J: Just like Christopher now will sing Roxette, go ahead.

C: Umm…

J [laughs]: I’m just kidding.

C: It’s the one, “Hello, you fool, I love you”...

J: Yeah, yeah, yeah, I think it was that one.

C: Yeah, yeah. [Julie hums a bit of the melody] That would have been something.

J: Because it had to be, yeah, yeah, but that would have worked in that scene.

C: Yeah, yeah.

J: If we’d had the rights. Which we didn’t.

C: Yeah, because it’s only Norwegian songs that you…

J: That can be over one minute.

C: You’re clear on how lucky you are that you can use so much…

J: Yeah.

C: Um. I just have to rifle through here again. Yeah, uh, here. Carl Martin. It is back to Eskild and episode five which includes your big Pride monologue. Where you get to know some new sides, or more layers to Eskild. What were your thoughts when you got that script?

CM: Umm… There was a bit of a process in the beginning of that because I remember that we talked about how such a monologue, such a text, would come, and it was, like, I thought it was really cool because, like, when I was cast as Eskild, we talked a bit in the beginning that it was important that Eskild didn’t turn into a stereotypical, uuh…

J: Wooden?

CM: Yeah, wooden. Like a typical gay boy that it often becomes, yeah… often on film. And I remember that you asked me what I wanted and what I thought and we went back and forth and you sent me a text and I was a bit, like, I didn’t really know what I felt about the theme in a way? Um. And then I also fretted over doing that monologue because Eskild had been such a funny character all the way. And then he’ll suddenly become someone completely different. And also, during that scene he goes from joke, joke, joke to, like, deeply serious. So that was, like, really tough in a way too, because I felt like it was really strict what I said, that I thought Eskild was really strict with Isak in that … in that scene. Um.

J: I remember that I sent it to you, I have, because it’s been a while since I read that chat, I sent, before I sent the script, I sent just the monologue and wanted your input. And one day passed. And two days passed. And three days passed, and I never got anything back and I thought, like, oh f… he hates it, I’m going to have to rewrite it, and then I messaged you, and you were, like, “Yeah, I’ve read it. Shit…” A bit like you’re talking about it now, like, “I don’t really know, but it’s important…” and then you talked about it both from Eskild’s point of view and from Isak’s point of view.

CM: Yeah, because it was a bit, like, for me it was a bit, like, what’s the… why is that monologue important, because it’s like, “Oh, gay rights, hallelujah”, in a way? Why is it that Eskild gets so… take it so… gets so serious just because of this? And I felt implicated in a way because I felt like I could just as well have been Isak. At the time that I got the monologue, I didn’t think Isak’s questions and the view that he held, I didn’t think it was that weird in a way? And when I had to act as counterpart to that, I had to take some time to understand it. And that’s why I didn’t answer, because I didn’t know what to say to how I felt about it. Umm. And it’s really not until after that episode was released that I, like, see, like, and I’ve talked to people who this monologue has really hit home with, that I’ve understood what it… what it really… what it really means. Umm. So in a way it was both an acting challenge, but also a challenge for me as a human in a way, that I should jump into it in a way. Because those thoughts that he… that Eskild had… I thought that he was this simple, nice guy, but he… he… suddenly he isn’t, and then I had to… it was also a bit, like, yeah, a bit of a turn.

J: Yeah, we had to do a turn with Eskild’s backstory. And it was, like, Eskild’s backstory was on its way into the script a couple of times but never made it in season three, or any season. Um. But we talked a bit about what he had to, what he probably had experienced to be where he was.

CM: Mmhm.

C: Is it something you can talk about?

J: Um. No, I don’t think, I think we should keep it a secret.

C: We’ll save that to…

J: We’ll save it.

C: …for Eskild’s season.

J [giggles]: Yeah, we’ll save it for Eskild's season.

C: But it is interesting, as you say, that he was, that the perception of Eskild was that he was funny and sarcastic and… sassy, and then suddenly he gets an extra layer, a little like what happens to Vilde in the last episode at home with her mother, although we’ve seen more seriousness in Vilde, but, what do you think that kind of… umm… Does it make it harder to laugh at the characters after you’ve found out those kinds of things, or? Does it add something extra that might…

CM: I think it’s just [cuts himself off because he thinks Ulrikke is about to speak. Ulrikke fakes a yawn instead.] I think it’s just [makes a face at Ulrikke] No, I think that it was really nice and I think it’s, I think Eskild’s had a lot of funny scenes after. So, so I really think, at least for Eskild’s part, I think it was super important and it was also, like we talked about in the beginning when Eskild was created, that even if he’s fussy and sarcastic, that doesn’t mean that you’re a simple person.

J: No, and also, has everyone forgotten how Eskild was with Noora in season two when she lies in bed and Eskild comes in and tells her that she doesn’t have to do everything on her own? You have actually seen that Eskild has a side that isn’t just silly and when it comes down to it, he can… he will be there. If he has to. He doesn’t really want to be there for long, but… but… but he realise when he has to go there.

C: Right, but… but you can also see in that scene that… you act it with a lot of heat and it is very clear that it is a sorrow in Eskild’s life that you might not have thought a lot… ah, yeah… he’s got… um, happy-go-lucky guy, and then something like that appears, it was a leading question, I think it adds a lot to the character, so that’s… I didn’t mean to set a trap for you, but… it is pretty interesting and pretty… I think… now I’ll just start talking here, but I think that it’s… when it comes, when such a thunderous speech comes from that kind of character, I think it hits a lot harder because you don’t see it coming.

U: We had, at the beginning, because for me, it’s a lot about telling a story, and you have taught us a lot about that. At least I feel like I’ve learnt a lot about it. In the first season, the comments started flowing in with “Vilde sucks” and “Vilde is a bitch” and “Vilde is annoying”, so me and Julie talked a lot about that. First advice was to not read the comments, but I still felt that it hurt. But then, I think, at one point or another, you made a comment that was like, “I can make everyone love you just via one scene and I can get everyone to hate Noora just via one line”. That there is something with the way a story is told that you have a lot of power over. Yeah.

J: Yeah.

U: Yeah.

J: That’s true.

#here it is #the promised translation of the manusoverlevering nationalmuseet skam juni 2018 video #well the second part of it anyway #i am not a natural translator #for the anon(s?) asking for it #my shit #my translations

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Hey Jay, it is a good to see you again, my friend, how are you?

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Scott Meyer:

I am looking forward to it and I will attend to any, and all of those that will be held in Arizona because now I have a two kiddos that are going to grand canyon university in Phoenix. And so we’re going to be spending a lot of time out in Arizona.

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Scott Meyer:

Likewise can’t wait. Absolutely.

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Scott Meyer:

Yeah. Wow. I think probably like most people out there started with the single family house and I learned from, and many folks on here will this name and a whole lot won’t Carleton sheets, who was one of the grandfathers along with Ron Legrand and some of the others that taught people how to get into real estate. So I followed this program to buy houses, rehab them refund, and some rent them out and then replicate and do that over and over again. So the burn method before it was called the bird method. And so that’s how we got started bought a single family house. This was back in 1993 was the first one that I ever bought. It had an assumable VA mortgage on it, which I don’t think there’s any of those left out there any longer and allowed me to get in and just assume that mortgage with very little experience in the way of even credit history at the time, it was a pretty young guy at the time, as you can tell by my age now and doing the math.

So that’s how it started. And then we moved on to buying up more. We refinanced about two more houses than we need to fix them up refinance and buy more. So we had about 75 in 76 houses and didn’t really have the cashflow and the, the, you know, the freedom that we wanted that Carlton sheets had mentioned in the home study system. So we thought, well, economies of scale will fix this. So we started getting into apartments and buying several complexes around central Indiana, but same thing and just kind of bought us more tenants, toilets, trash headaches, and the business model just wasn’t right for us. We wanted to have time. We wanted the freedom that real estate brings. And so to do that in real estate, that means no tenants, no toilets. So that’s either parking lots or self storage, and you can’t really build a lot of value in, in parking lots.

And then we found, but once I dug into self storage, I realized that, ah, this is, this is a place I need to be. People don’t pay rent. You lock them out and you sell their stuff off and get paid. You turn it around by taking a blower and you blow the unit out with no paint, no carpet, no extensive clean-out or repairs. And once I more, the more I looked into the business, I really saw the light and decided that this is the path I wanted to take. So sold their houses, our apartments, and now we’ve gone just, you know, 100% into self storage made that transition about 2005 to where we are now, today, which is where you mentioned Jay, we, we buy existing facilities. Still. That same model is in place. We also convert industrial buildings, grocery stores, anything that is, can be repurposed into so storage, we’ll buy it and convert it. And then we build from the ground up and we do a lot of this on by partnering and doing joint ventures and then syndicating the private equity, which is where you come in, Jay and you know, all too well, what that looks like and how we can leverage other people’s money and bring them along as limited partners to enjoy in the growth in this incredible business. So I hope that wasn’t longer than what you were looking for, but that’s, that’s my story.

Jay Conner:

No, that was perfect. Well, tell us the story about your very first self storage facility that you got into and, and what lessons did you learn from that first deal?

Scott Meyer:

Yeah, so the F the very first facility that I got into was a, that we were sending out mailers to facility owners, just like we all do in real estate to the asset class that we’re in. And we ran across some business owners and they were getting a business, a divorce. They were partners in a concrete business and things weren’t going so well. And they wanted, they were parting ways. And this facility, they owned together as well. Well, they, as what happens, unfortunately in the worst is the other one, one side wants to hurt the other. And the other one definitely wants to destroy the other one. And so that’s what they were doing. And they were destroying the value of the facility in the meantime. And so what that meant is we were able to get into this a facility for it, was it appraised for $800,000 more than what the selling price was?

And they just had to get out from under the note, because those two had done such a good job of fighting each other, that the bank was about ready to take the facility back. So I partnered, I partnered up with a gentleman. We came in at 50, 50 cash and both on the balance sheet and excuse me, on the loan request and ended up moving forward on this first property, by taking the existing tenants and raising the rates, which they hadn’t been raised in 10 years, we let them manage, well, let me see. We didn’t let her, we freed up her future to pursue other career opportunities and put a kiosk in place because we don’t have to manage these facilities with a person on site. And then we bought the land next door and expanded and built that up and leased that up as well.

So I sold off to my partner eventually. And that leads to, I guess, the second part of your question, Jay, which is what did I learn from this? Well, first of all, I, I understood the power of leveraging and bringing partners in to projects. But I also, the lesson I learned is that I, I really want to be in that manager position. I wanted to have that control rather than 50 50, and it’s not a control issue. It’s just that, you know, once I learned about syndication and moving on to other projects, that I can be the syndicator, the promoter, and the person who is calling the shots, and I can bring in limited partners for sometimes their balance sheets to sign on the loan as well. But mostly for the equity that is, that is required to get into a facility. So that was probably the biggest lesson. And I also learned, sometimes you shouldn’t bring people that are close to you or friends into a business as well. Sometimes it doesn’t always turn out well. Yeah. Yes.

Jay Conner:

I’ve been, I’ve been down that road myself as well. So to make sure everybody understands what you’re talking about, what do you mean by syndication? What’s that look like? And what’s the benefits of it.

Scott Meyer:

Yeah. So in the true sec definition, and I am paraphrasing, anytime you bring two or more people together into a project, and in this instance, a real estate investment where one person is, is active, doing all the heavy lifting, doing all the work, and the other person is bringing money and they’re passive. They don’t have a hand in making decisions or doing any of the project management in a project. Then, then you’ve created a security and then it’s governed by the securities and exchange commission. And so they state that you have to file that, and you have to register with the, depending on the fund or the entity that you set up that has to be registered. So for us, that is a true, so for us, there was one person, as I just mentioned me that I am the promoter. I am the active person on the investment.

Whereas I bring in then a lot of private equity, a lot of limited partners that come into the project. They don’t lend a hand. They’re not involved in the decision making process. And what they’re lending is money into the project. They’re investing into the project with me. And so their role and responsibility is to wire, the funds to close the project. And my responsibility is to do everything else, report back to them, the progress show, the projections and how we are exceeding, hopefully meeting, or if we are underperforming on our projections and then send out to our K ones at the end of the year, because they do become owners of this entity. And they get to participate in the upside as well as in the depreciation as well. So that’s, and I guess a limited sense without getting too far in the weeds, Jay, is, is the definition of a syndication and how we go about approaching the market. Yeah.

Jay Conner:

So, you know, in the world of single family houses, there’s multiple exit strategies. There’s multiple strategies of what someone’s going to do with that property after they invest in it, you know, you can, you can buy a single family house, you can fix it up, you can flip it, you can wholesale houses and, you know, wholesale houses out through other real estate investors. You can buy houses and you can fix them up and you can hold them, you know, for the longterm. So compare self storage to what I just did with single family houses. Are there all these different strategies as to how you can go about the self storage business. And second part of that question is if there are different strategies, how do you decide which one you’re going to do?

Scott Meyer:

Yeah, I’d say property is property. And, you know, in a general sense, and you can do all of the above. You know, we buy them and wholesale them, or sometimes a wholesale without us ever taking ownership or taking deed to the property. You can buy them, you can fix them up, turn around and flip them. You can buy them and turn them around partially, and then sell them off and call it a flip or non you sell them to the next person down the road. That’s going to take it the rest of the way, the way that we do it is typically we’re a longer-term hold three to five years. That gives us time to in an existing facility, really turn it around, raise rates, make the improvements, and reduce the expenses as much as possible to maximize the net operating income and then sell it for maximum dollar, our conversions and development.

You know, those projects take roughly four to five years to either buy a building, say a vacant grocery store and convert it to self storage, and then start from ground zero. And at least it up to 80, 85% occupancy and bring in our limited partners and allow them to have a payday and an exit that is comparable to if they were to invest in any other type of entity, a business over that time, and really focusing on the internal rate of return and the same goes for development. So in terms of an exit strategy, it’s a little more difficult in, in the way that we head into those larger projects with our partners in that we can’t do a 10 31, unless everybody decides to go along with us into the next project, which obviously they’re not going to. So at that point we will sell and that we will take our profits off the table.

And then we will move into the next project for our limited partners. For the most part, they are investing through a retirement vehicle like a self-directed IRA or a solo or a real estate 401k. So they don’t really have those tax consequences at, at, at the exit. We also are looking at in terms of an exit strategy. And I guess to back up a step, you know, Jay, I think you, and hopefully everybody on this call recognizes that you, you should always look at the exit strategy or determine what your exit strategy is before you get into a project. It’s not a good plan to just don’t say, well, there’s a good deal. I’m just going to buy it and figure it out later. You can find yourself, maybe a do not, you know, don’t want her later on down the road, or you sit back and take a look at your empire and you realize what a mess.

I can’t even manage this because I never paid any attention to what I was doing. So every time we hit into a project, you know, we identify if it’s a good deal, are we going to keep it? You know, if we’re going to flip this thing in a year, then we’ve got some, you know, capital short-term capital gains taxes. That’s a consideration. If we own it solely, then we can do a 10 31 into something else on. Do we want to do that three years from now? And I’m saying at any point in time, do we want to do that two or three years from now? Where, what are the interest rates going to be and what our cap rates going to be, and how do we expect the market and the economy? What’s it gonna look like? So we’re, we’re always looking six months a year down the road, five years down the road and anticipating what’s going on with the market, meaning interest rates and our capitalization rates, which is how we value these facilities.

And then overall, does this really fit in our business plan? I suffer like everybody from shiny object itis, and I want to buy them all, you know, if somebody else buys a self-storage facility and develop those one, and I’m going down the road, I was just like, that should have been mine. I should have built that. I should have bought that. And it’s a, it’s a real struggle. But if we get into that, you know, we can paint ourselves into a corner if we get into that situation where we just, you know, every once in a while we have to say no. Yeah, for sure.

Jay Conner:

So just to make sure everybody knows before, anybody’s got to jump off a listing here to the podcast. How can people get in contact with you and your companies, Scott, to learn more about what you do and how you can help them in this area of self storage?

Scott Meyer:

Sure. So we go into self storage, investing.com. That is the mothership, and there’s a links to our other websites that focus on the passive investing side of the business. But self-storage investing.com is really the mothership. And, and this is where we’ve been at this longer than anybody in the business and teaching people the right way to go about investing in self storage. I’m just in hopes that once again, you know, a rising tide raises all ships and so that we want everybody to be as educated as possible to go out into the marketplace before they do this to avoid any mistakes. And then also, you know, that just kind of makes it more difficult for the rest of us, that there are a lot of gunslingers out there that aren’t really doing their due diligence and doing things the right way. So that is our, our main purpose in educating people in the business. Cause it just makes it easier for all of us to conduct business in this incredible niche. Exactly.

Jay Conner:

So if you’re remotely interested folks and connecting them with Scott and his team, that website again is www dot self storage, investing.com, self storage, investing.com. We’re coming out here, hopefully on the other side of COVID and the pandemic and all that stuff. What are you seeing in the self storage industry? I mean, overall nationwide is the industry growing, how has COVID affected self storage?

Scott Meyer:

Yeah. Self storage is on a tear right now. I mean, if you look at the asset classes in real estate, no matter what stat you look at in terms of, you know, which asset class has done well, of course I’m biased, but the stats don’t lie, self storage and industrial are right up at the top. I think data centers may be up there as well. Industrial has done really well with Amazon expanding and, and the supporters of the Amazon and the distribution centers that are now coming down to the smaller market size. And, and as we see, unfortunately, the slow death of retail, the, the industrial side and the industrial sector has benefited greatly and self storage because we are heading into a time where we’re heading into a recession. Again, we also have seen now people come home from work and they had to clear out the dining room, the spare bedroom, the spare of family room, or living room and create a workspace for one of the income earners.

And sometimes too, they also last year during the lockdown, you know, when everybody was sent home from school, the colleges shut down and, and the kids had to put all their stuff into storage again, until they were able to go back. The kids that were in K through 12 came home, and we also had to make room in our homes to do school at home as well. So clearing out more furniture to make all of that happen. And then unfortunately there’s a whole lot of businesses that immediately when, when the lockdown started, it just went under because you know, customers are go figure on the lifeblood of their business. And if they couldn’t do it online, they went under. And so their inventory machinery and furniture, business furniture went into storage. And so, you know, we see this was somewhat of a microcosm of what we see during a recession and self storage really benefits during a recession because businesses downsize and put their things in storage, individuals downsized during a recession, they may have to move in with somebody else, a friend or move back home.

And so their extra stuff goes into storage. And so we, we, we spritz traditionally has always done better. You know, we go up to the right during times people buy more stuff and they store more stuff. That’s the nature of what we do here in this country. And if that’s you on behalf of the industry, I thank you for that mentality in this country. But during a recession, you know, we get the hockey stick effect. And then that’s when banks slow down development slows down of all sorts and then demand for self storage goes up. And so that’s what we saw during the pandemic last year. And 2020 was an absolute banner year for our industry. We have been, we have been contactless and touchless since before it was cool to be contactless and touchless using kiosks to rent a unit, much like a kiosk because self storage, you know, renting a unit is a very low labor intensive transaction that can be done over the internet.

And it can be done by way of a cell phone access to our facility, our software, getting a gate code and even a key fob and access on the phone to access a unit can all be done by way of a smartphone as well. So J we don’t, we don’t celebrate recessions personally, nor my company. We don’t celebrate pandemics for now shakes, but our, our industry, I’m, I’m thankful for the industry that we’re in because we have benefited with a huge wind in our sail, not only during a recession as we’re going to pet into again, but then the pandemic, which kind of accelerated that has really benefited our industry. Well, you know,

Jay Conner:

No business thrives, unless it’s solving a lot of people’s problems. And that’s what, and that’s what you and your company and the industry is doing. I mean, due to the pandemic, you got all this and increased demand for people needing to put their stuff somewhere. And unless your industry comes along and provides a place to put their stuff, then you know, you’re not a, you’re not solving that problem. So it’s what is, so let’s say someone is, and I’ll tell you, it’s the same thing as going on around here. It’s like here in my little area where Carol joy and I live total, total area of only 40,000 people, I know of four brand new self storage facilities that are under construction right now, four of them. And we already got them everywhere. It’s like my lands, people must have a whole, much more stuff. It’s just like, it’s crazy. It’s crazy. How are you? Are you doing new construction these days? Are you still focusing on existing facilities?

Scott Meyer:

Well, a little bit of both, we are, we were really focused on in 2020 on construction. We had some projects already in the pipeline and then also picked up some others from some folks that while we’re just kind of taking the ball the rest the way down the field, some folks that had some stalls due to due to COVID and some funding issues. And so absolutely we’ve been known developing for a number of years. Now, we’ve got the team, we’ve got the experience. We’re in several markets where we know where the demand is, and we just know it’s a business model that we can replicate over and over again, that allows us to look at a market. And, and Jay, if I could, just the reason why we see so many opportunities and why you’re seeing the say, four facilities going up in your town is a lot of folks will think, well, wait, I see these things everywhere.

Isn’t the market saturated. And you know, how can we possibly, you know, have enough demand for this, but, you know, when we go into a market and we’re looking at it in a place that potentially maybe good for developing a self storage facility, there’s a lot of research that goes into that. First of all, our market is really five mile radius. That’s all the further people are going to travel to a self storage facility from their home is about five miles. And so within that five miles, if the facility is the 1, 2, 3, 4 facilities are full, have a waiting list. And the raising rates every three or four months, then we know what equilibrium is in a market. And it’s, you know, anywhere from five and a half to six and a half, you know, five and a half to six and a half square foot per person.

And anytime that we’re below that if there’s only three or four square foot per person, we know that there’s a lot of demand in that market. So that, and rental rates will dictate when we’re going to go in and build. So it’s not a build it and they will come or hope that they will come and just, you know, hope is not a strategy. And we spend millions of dollars on these facilities. And so that is the reason why we’re seeing a lot about construction. And so we absolutely are bullish because of all the factors that I just mentioned that are, that are occurring in the market right now, which is creating a huge surge in demand for storage.

Jay Conner:

If someone is brand new to self storage, and they’re really interested in exploring it and, you know, really want to see if this makes sense for them, what’s the best way for a brand new person to even get started? Where do they start looking?

Scott Meyer:

Well, I think it starts with, with learning so that they know what they are looking for. And so no shameless plug, but we just got a lot of free resources on our website. Again, just to help people, you don’t have to spend a dime on it, just so you know, what you’re looking at and looking for, then begin to seek out if you’re a part of a real estate investor group in your city and there’s people that are in stores and then strike up a conversation. I I’d asked you to ask them to go out to lunch, to pick their brain, but we know that there’s a whole lot of folks that maybe aren’t interested in doing that these days, but if you can strike up a friendship, get into a conversation or even a subgroup, and some of these other real estate investor circles, or online with several meetups around at your area, then that’s the best way to get plugged in and just sit back and be a consumer of the information and to be a student of the industry to know what’s going on.

There’s I was in single family homes for a number of years. I was in commercial real estate being multifamily. And although a lot of that skillset applies and I’m looking at leverage and cap rates and underwriting, it’s a different business. And so to understand the nuances is really key before you take a take that next and first step, and we’ve seen, as you can imagine in our, on the education side of our business, we’ve seen a lot of folks that have taken that first step and they, and they stepped in a lot of do-do and create a lot of mistakes and messes for themselves. And men have come to us to help them unwind it and get out of it or to survive that one, you know, lose the battle, but win the war by understanding what it takes to succeed on the next one.

So, and then temper that with, you know, don’t, don’t analyze too much or, you know, analysis paralysis by analysis and analysis that causes paralysis. You, you, you know, the saying that to spend too much time researching before you do actually pull the trigger. So learn about the business, get some good advisors and mentors around you before, you know, to put some eyeballs on your underwriting and your offers, and obviously the good legal team or, or a, an attorney to look at your contracts before moving forward. Those are probably the best ways to Intuit, to avoid getting into a catastrophe. My

Jay Conner:

Good friend and guest today is Scott Myers, founder of self storage, investing.com. Be sure and check out his website for the free training and resources that he has there. One last question for you, Scott. And that is what are the most common mistakes or some of the most common mistakes that new real estate investors in self storage makes.

Scott Meyer:

Yeah, I’m writing a book on it as we speak, that’s going to be out before long. So I got 101 of them because that’s the title of the book. So I’ll, I’ll focus on how about the overarching one. And that is I think, and perhaps I’m guilty of this, you know, we’ve been teaching and training people how to do this for 16 years. And, you know, we, we, we state that it is a very simple and predictable business model because it’s compared to other businesses. It is, it’s a simpler and predictable business model. You know, we know the numbers, we know the equilibriums and we can go into a, an existing facility or a development project and make our projections and darn near hit our marks and, and beat them almost every time. But so I, I say that I’m, I’m a product of that.

And that is, I think people have heard that enough. And they’ve heard that, you know, this is a simple, less moving parts. You know, you don’t have the rehabs, you know, lock them out. They don’t pay their money and then you just blow it out and you’re done. You move on to the next and all that’s true, but it’s not a hobby. I mean, this is a business and you have to treat it as such and you have to walk the four corners of your business, and you have to understand it before you get in you. As most people know that are in commercial real estate, you make a $10,000 mistake in your underwriting, meaning you miss some expenses by 5,000 and you missed them. You know, they overstated the income for late fees and other things that shouldn’t have been counted. Well, a $10,000 mistake and underwriting is a hundred to $120,000 in value that you would over pay for a facility.

So you need to understand the nuances, how to value them, how to underwrite them before putting offers, in understanding how to analyze the market. And then for gosh sakes, I’m you don’t take your hands off the wheel and assume that this is a mailbox business because no rental businesses, I don’t care who you said listen to, or, or who says it. It’s not, it’s a business and a business needs to be tended. So a long-winded answer to your question, Jay. But the mistake that people make is that they think, and they hear and assume that it is a simple business because it’s simpler than what they were doing before, but it, it means that they have to understand it and they have to tend it. And, and you do have to farm the business once you own it. And constantly be working, looking at ways to grow occupancy, to grow rates and reduce expenses. And that is perpetual, and that is on a regular basis.

Jay Conner:

In other words, folks, don’t start doing this business without joining hips with somebody that knows what they’re doing, right. And of course, Scott Myers is the expert in this arena. Scott final comments and advice.

Scott Meyer:

Final comments change is good to see again, my friend, I can’t wait to, to see each other. I can’t hold that back. And so you always make me smile and I’m looking forward to hopefully getting together and having dinner together as well with you and Carol joy. And maybe we can get that old gray hair gentlemen, to pay our bill next time again, too, that might be nice and fight from that gang. It’s an exciting time to be in a, in real estate. There’s certainly a lot of changes and there’s some potential threats that are out there, but it’s when everybody’s running out that you should be not just running in again and shooting from the hip, but understanding, you know, what it means to be in the real estate asset class and investing the way and where you should be investing. But now it’s absolutely an exciting time to be doing so. So with that, just great to be here. I’m thankful for the industry of the real estate industry and self storage and a happy to help and assist anyone anywhere along the way that we can. And just be kind, just, just choose to be kind how’s that after a long weekend, so far, and it’s only Tuesday, I’ve had some difficult conversations. So how about I leave it with, let’s just choose to be kind to one another.

Jay Conner:

I love it. There you have it. Folks. My good friend and expert in self storage, Scott Meyers, visit him at www dot self storage, investing.com. Well, so glad to have everyone here on the show. I’m Jay Conner, the private money authority wishing you all the best here’s to taking your business to the next level. And we’ll see you right here on the next private money academy podcast.

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We Have A Jedi [12] | Peter Parker x Male!Reader

Fandom: Marvel and Star Wars

Pairing: Tony Stark x Son!Reader, Peter Parker x Male!Reader

Summary: (M/N) is officially back on earth, so is Sheyo. With the two stranded and the war still raging on, what comes next?

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(M/N) opened his eyes and was confused why he didn’t hear the hum of ship engines. Sitting up he realized he wasn’t in his quarters on the ship, he was in his room on earth. He could tell by how the sun was starting to raise over the city that he had woken up pretty early. Perhaps he was still adjusted to waking up for the next campaign. He stood up and walked over to the closet, inside he found some clothes that could fit him. Once he was dressed he wandered out to the living room.

The quietness of the area told him that no one was up yet. Moving to the kitchen he looked around. Last time he was on earth he was taught a couple of things for cooking. He got to work making something for everybody to eat as they got up. He had got some of the food done by the time someone entered the kitchen. “Do I smell food?” (M/N) smiled and turned to face his intruder. “Hey Steve. I’m making breakfast, grab a plate. most of it is done.” Steve smirked and did so before sitting at the table. “I gotta say, I half expected to wake up and realize last night was a dream. But you’re here...actually here.” He looked at his plate and back to (M/N). “Where have you been kid?”

(M/N) finished his cooking and set everything aside. “I didn’t want to leave. I wanted more time here, with you guys...with dad. But there’s still a war going on and mom wanted to make sure that we realized that.” (M/N) shrugged his shoulders. “I guess she was right though. Once we got back into the fight I realized there were still so many people that needed our help. I couldn’t just stay here or come back...even if I tried at first.” (M/N) had a far away look in his eyes and Steve noticed, the younger book shook his head quickly though. “Anyways that’s the past. I’m here now...I just hope for longer.” Steve nodded his head. “Well I’m glad to have you back, I know everyone else...especially your dad is too.”

Grabbing a plate for himself, (M/N) joined Steve at the table. “So...anything interesting happen when I was gone?” Steve smirked at him. “You’ve missed a lot. Turns out there were lots of hidden Hydra agents in Shield and that was an ordeal. Also...Bucky’s alive.” (M/N) raised a brow at that. Steve had told him of his time in the war, and his best friend Bucky...but that he died. Apparently that wasn’t the case. “How?” Steve sat his fork down, no longer interested in the food. “Hydra.” (M/N) nodded and gave him a small smile. “I’m sorry Steve. We’ll get him back.” Steve genuinely smiled and with that his appetite seemed to return. “Anyways, what have YOU been doing Mr.I’ve lead armies in war?” (M/N) blushed and looked away as Steve made fun of what he last said to them. “Shut up. I’ve just been doing what I’ve always done...fighting in a seemingly endless battle. But I HAVE been learning different art and stuff from different planets.” Steve seemed to be really interested with that. “Art like drawing and painting?” The boy nodded at him. “Yeah, plus pottery, music, theater. All of that. There’s a lot out there.”

Steve was about to say something when we were joined by some others. “(M/N)!” He didn’t have a chance to say anything before Clint pulled him into a tight hug. “Welcome back kiddo. Oh hey breakfast.” Clint let him go and went to get a plate. Natasha took the chance to rub his head and mess up his head. “Welcome back kid.” She also grabbed a plate and the two of them sat down. Just like Steve had asked before, he told them about what he had been up to. It wasn’t long before Tony and Bruce arrived, his dad sitting next to him. (M/N) noticed how his dad was grinning, almost like he thought it might have been a dream. They had told him that Thor had returned to Asgard for a bit but that he should be back soonish. The group were all enjoying their breakfast and talking when (M/N) heard the sound of a crutch. “Oh hey, there’s a group of people now.” (M/N) turned and smiled at Sheyo who looked a lot better than she had the night before. The avengers were looking at her with mixed emotions, who was she and why was she here...also why was she green.

Quickly standing from his seat (M/N) pulled out his chair offering it to Sheyo who gratefully took it. “How did you sleep? You feeling better?” Sheyo smiled at him. “Very much so. I think I should be fine soon hopefully. Now, are you going to introduce me to everyone?” (M/N) nodded and looked around. “Sheyo these are the Avengers. Steve, Clint, Natasha, you already met Bruce, and...my father. Tony Stark.” Sheyo grinned as she looked from me to Tony, soon she lifted her hand out to him. “Nice to meet you Mr.Stark.” It was obvious that everyone was still confused so (M/N) helped explain everything with Sheyo filling in any gaps. It was very similar to how (M/N) was questioned after the battle of New York.

The conversations were dying down and breakfast was coming to an end. (M/N) was enjoying the time he was spending with his family again, this time with his best friend. As everyone broke from the table Sheyo leaned over to him. “(M/N) a word?” He gave her a nod and excused himself from the rest. He took Sheyo to his room and closed the door. “What’s up?” She sat down on his bed and looked around before looking back at him. “So my leg’s out of commission for at least a couple days, but what are we going to do after that? We can’t stay here forever, you know that.”

(M/N) nodded. “I know. I would stay forever if I could but we can’t. The war is still going on and we have to get back. The first problem we’ll have is to find a way off planet. We’ll need a ship with a hyperdrive to get us back. Plus, we have another problem.” (M/N) took out the two infinity stones he has. “We have these to worry about. We can’t keep them together, it makes them a bigger target. We have to separate them.” Sheyo nodded. “So what’s the plan?” (M/N) laid the stones on his desk. “When Thor get’s here I’ll give him the space stone. Let him take it back to Asgard, it should be safe here. The mind stone, I’ll give to my dad. He and the avengers are the best the earth has. They’ll keep it safe.” He looked to Sheyo who only smiled at him. “Sounds like a good plan. Alright. Guess we get to take a little vacation for a bit.” (M/N) put away the stones into a hidden place and grabbed his sabers. “Come on. You may not be able to train, but I want you to at least give me pointers.” She let out a groan then grabbed her crutch and began following him to the training area.

The tower had changed a lot since the last time he came and the training room was no exception. It was now an ACTUAL training room and not just a boxing ring. “Sir. Your father designed a training program for each of the avengers, including you.” Jarvis spoke up. That made (M/N) surprised. He didn’t think his father would have taken his combat teaching into consideration. “Really?” Jarvis’ voice spoke again. “Yes sir. He studied the videos of you fighting during the battle of new york and based the training for you on them.” He smiled at that, his father really did take care in making sure he was included. “Thanks J. Can you start the training?” Sheyo moved to the side and Jarvis began the training exercise. “Starting simulation.”

The simulation room started to hum and the lights dimmed. A holographic image of a Chituari appeared and it began firing at (M/N). He quickly ignited his lightsabers and began deflecting the bolts back on to the oncoming waves. As the waves of holo enemies came towards him, he switched from defense to attack. He slashed through the oncoming waves, as he was doing it he realized that he had improved during his time gone. Perhaps he’d have to talk to his dad about other fighting stances and techniques to help improve the simulation.

While (M/N) was in the simulation, the door to the viewing room opened and Tony, Steve and Clint walked in. “Heard little Stark war doing the simulation, wanted to see his moves.” Clint said. Sheyo smirked at them and nodded to the simulation. “This is easy for him compared to other things.” They all watched as he did a flip with a landing slash on an enemy. “He’s improved a lot since last time.” Steve noted. “That’s my boy. Takes after his father.” Steve laughed. “I’d say he takes after his mother.” Sheyo raised her brow. She was going to find out who his mother was. Tony scoffed and turned back to watching his son.

Steve turned to Sheyo. “So Sheyo. Since you’re a jedi do you do what he does?” He nodded towards (M/N) and she smiles and nods. “You mean being part of a galactic war? Yep. My master’s Dia. His is Janai. I’m sure you know that bit though. Like we said earlier, we were on a mission when we ended up here.” Sheyo looked at Tony, studying him. “You know. He looks like you a lot. We, Jedi, aren’t supposed to know our parents or form attachments. I don’t believe in that. I think it’s a stupid rule...but you should know there’s still a war going on. If he stays here...they’ll come after him. The Jedi. It won’t be pretty. He might have to leave but that doesn’t mean he wants to. I can see he loves you a lot.” Tony smiled sadly at her and nodded. “I know. When he first left I was angry at everyone, myself, his mom, but never at him. I knew he still had a job to do. When it’s time for him to leave again, I just hope he says goodbye this time.”

The simulation ended and (M/N) exited the room. “Oh, hey guys. Were you all watching me practice?” They all nodded. He turned to Sheyo. “Just like the temple training room.” She laughed at that. Clint lightly punched his shoulder. “Well kid. You definitely put on a show.” (M/N) smirked at looked at Tony. “What can I say I take after my dad.” Tony laughed and pointed at Steve. “I told you! Now…” He wrapped his arm around (M/N)’s shoulder. “Let’s figure out what we’re doing today.”

A/N: I realized I haven’t shown you what Sheyo looks like so here she is!

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heywejustheretohavefum · 4 years ago

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Attachment - Chapter Two

- yes I know that my writings shit but that has never stopped me before so why would it now -

word count : 1.8k

warnings : swearing, canon-like violence

You had been meditating since before sunrise, finding peace in the faint buzz of the city. After spending most of your life on a nowhere planet, you found the unfamiliarity of your surroundings strangely comforting. The sun finally begins to peek through the skyscrapers and bastes your delicate (s/t) skin in it’s warm rays. Pleasantly, the Force hums around you as you let your mind drift into its throngs. Lost to the world, you bask in the Force for Maker knows how long until you’re brought out of your meditative state by a metal hand on your shoulder. Assuming it was a Sepratist droid, you twist around, grabbing the attacker’s arm and swiftly bringing it behind their back with a harsh tug. Only when a very human grunt of pain comes out of your assailant do you realize that it was just your master.

“I’m so sorry!” You exclaim, releasing Master Skywalker’s arm out of your strong grasp. “I-I thought-I mean I didn’t know it was y-”

You were cut off by a hearty laugh from Anakin, his gorgeous blue eyes sparkling in amusement. “You’re good, (n/n). Just be sure to fight like that against Grievous today and we’ll be sure to win!”

“Thanks, master…” you pause, realizing what your teacher just said. “Wait, what?! General Grievous! Today?”

Anakin laughs at your shock before settling down and beginning to explain. “Our most recent intelligence suggests General Grievous and his fleet is within three parcecs of Coruscant. The Counsel and the Senate are worried about what they could be doing so deep in Republic territory, and as the closest General, it’s my job to chase him away. With any luck, we will hopefully be able to capture the bastard before he can escape our grasp again.”

“So why do you need me, master?” You ask him as you walk into the hanger to board a ship headed towards the oversized clanker’s fleet. From a nearby supply room, you grab a small blaster to tuck into the hidden pocket in your pants leg.

“Well, while our fleet will be distracting Grievous, we will secretly fly in and dock in his ship in order to capture him. The Counsel thinks you’re ready for such a daring mission.”

You notice how he says the Counsel thinks you’re ready and you wonder if he disagrees with them. Judging by his annoyed and upset tone, you’d guess he does. Obi-Wan walks by, diverting your attention from the angsty Jedi Knight. “Master Kenobi! I take it you’re coming too?” You ask. Clone troopers march behind him in their white battle armor, loading the ships with blasters and explosives.

“Yes, I’ll be in charge of the diversion, desperately trying to keep Anakin out of trouble - as always,” he responds. You laugh at his joke, which makes your master scowl as he finishes helping load some cargo onto a ship. Anakin catches himself doing so, and quickly stops, wondering why he’s being so hostile toward your happiness. Your happiness is caused by Obi-Wan, yes, but still is your happiness.

“Let’s go (y/n), my ship should be fueled up,” Anakin rushes to pull you away from his former master, grabbing you by the arm as you wave a quick goodbye to the bearded Jedi. He continues to pull you until you reach his yellow starfighter on the other side of the hanger - and you choose not to comment on how he abruptly and rudely ended your conversation with Master Kenobi.

“Wait a second master, this ship only seats one,” you tell him.

“Then I guess you’ll have to sit on my lap, won’t you?”

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Flying through hyperspace, Anakin can step back and truly appreciate his situation. You, sitting on his lap, begrudgingly cuddled into his chest in order to give him room to reach around you and fly the ship. Despite the dangerous mission you are both hurtling towards at literal light speed, Anakin feels completely relaxed by your warmth and scent. Oh yes, your scent. Though he knows you must use the standard issue soap every Jedi uses, you smell different than that. Like warmth - like the sunlight he found you meditating in this morning.

Neither of you had talked for a while. You’re still mentally trying to prepare for what is sure to be an exhilarating first mission, and your master is basking in the wonder of the moment. He still has yet to understand why being around you gives him such a rush (different than how he had felt with Padmé, greater than it had ever been), but for now he won’t contemplate it. For now, Anakin will just enjoy the feeling of your breath against his skin, of your heartbeat in time with his own and his face pressed into your sweet smelling hair. And you won’t know of the rush you give him.

So enraptured by your presence, Anakin doesn’t feel the ship jump out of hyperspace jerkily. You do, however, and you also notice the large wing of the Sepratist ship growing ever closer as he does nothing to slow the ship down. “Look out!” You shout, snapping your master out of his daydream just in time for him to pull back on the controls and stop the small starship from smashing into bits. “Kriff, Anakin, what the hell was that!?” Your elbow comes around to jab him for almost killing the both of you.

After a quick, half-assed apology, Anakin docks the ship, connecting it to the ‘Good’ General’s ship in order to gain access. He frowns as he feels your comforting weight leave his lap; you slip out of the cockpit and into the halls of the ship, giving a hand to your master as he does the same. Together, you make your way through the ship towards the bridge, carefully avoiding droid patrols as you go.

Now at the bridge, you find the doors to it sealed. You share a look with your master, and you both pierce through it with your lightsabers, each cutting a half circle until your lightsabers again meet at the bottom. Master Skywalker moves the cut circle out of the door with the Force, and you slip through the hole, blocking the barrage of blaster fire with your verdant saber.

Your master runs in after you, and goes straight to Grievous who spun two lightsabers. Deciding you focus on the droids to keep them occupied and away from your master, you start cutting swaths of the smaller ones down. The Force warns you of something coming from behind, and you swing around just in time to block a black pole sparking purple energy from both ends. Jumping onto a control panel behind you, you launch yourself over the black droid’s head, swinging around mid-air to slice the droid in two.

With three more of the strange black droids in the room, all of which were far too close to Anakin for comfort, you slide under Grievous’ legs to get to another one which was about to strike your master before you cut it clean in half. Back on your feet, you twirl to narrowly avoid their sparking sticks and you use the opportunity to kick one of them back into the control paneling before chopping the other one in two.

With them dealt with, you swing at the general, who’s second pair of arms come out in time to meet your saber with two of his own; the force of the swing knocking it out of your hand. Anakin, distracted by your situation momentarily, loses his own lightsaber as General Grievous prepares to kill both of you.

“And now, I will rid the galaxy of two more pathetic Jedi,” he laughs, before he sputters off into a coughing fit.

“Wait!” You say, trying to think on your feet. “Before you kill my master...could I get my revenge on him?”

“What?” Grievous turns to you, his monstrous eyes staring questioningly at your own.

“You heard me,” you double down, “the Jedi have been nothing but cruel to me my entire life, and Skywalker’s been the worst of all.” You spat, glaring at Anakin. “I-I’m not asking you to let me kill him, no. You deserve that honor. J-just let me kick him around a bit. Let me hurt him like he hurt me.”

Grievous narrows his eyes at you in suspicion. You pray that this would work, and wouldn’t just make Master Skywalker think you hate him on his last moment in this galaxy. The droid-man moves the lightsaber away from your head, giving you the go ahead to go over to your master. As gently as you could get away with, you kick his chest, sending him to the floor. Again, you kick him, this time squarely in his side. Slowly blocking the view of the metal man in a way that would be interpreted as accidental, you kick your master again, waiting and hoping he’d understand.

And he did. At first Anakin was destroyed by your confession to hating him. He looked up at you, eyes watering, but your eyes - the gorgeous (e/c) hued eyes that he had come to adore staring into - were trained on General Grievous ganguly figure. But then, when you looked at him, he found there was no resentment in your eyes. Just desperation. And with your first kick, he understood. The unfamiliar feeling of metal against his ribs made him remember how you tucked a small blaster into your pants.

Grabbing it, he shoots at Grievous from the floor, forcing him to block the shot which gives you an opening to summon your emerald saber and ferociously slash at him; his bottom left arm falls to the ground with a useless thud. As cowardly as ever, Grievous turns to scuttle away on all five of his remaining limbs, and you give chase, leaving Anakin to pull both his lightsaber and the one from Grievous’ discarded arm.

By the time he catches up to you, you’re locked, saber to saber with Grievous. His hidden pair of arms unfurl and Anakin knows you won’t see them coming until too late. He charges towards Grievous, and manages to block one of his sabers from slashing down into you, but not the other.

Anakin’s heart stops as you fall back, your tunic ripped open and your chest spilling blood. He doesn’t notice Grievous slip away, or the way the ship shakes dangerously. He can only see you, the way your chest heaves as your shirt grows damp with blood, the way you cringe in pain as you frantically try to control your breathing. “Ani,” your voice is rough and jagged with pain. “I’m fine, I’m fine, it’s sh-shallow enough. Just go after Grievous, I’ll be fine.”

Your master refuses, seeming to think your injury is much more serious than it is, and he frantically lifts you up and begins running back to his ship, abandoning the mission for Grievous.

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popculturebuffet · 4 years ago

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Blacksad: Somewhere In the Shadows Review

Hello you beautiful people! I have a WEIRD relationship with Noir. It’s weird because i’ve never really dived into the films of type, though I really should, But as a kid I absolutely LOVED the tracer bullet arcs in Calvin and Hobbes, where everyone’s favorite hyperactive and imaginative six year old would plant himself as the hero in a noir pastiche.. ironically like myself Bill Watterson was also not a huge noir buff and just relied on Cliches but hey, it worked.

Still love these. So from fourth grade on it imprinted a lifelong love of a good bit of detective noir. Not enough to you know, get me to read any traditional noir books or watch any noir tv shows or detective procedurals but I still love a good mystery from time to time and some of my favorite comics such as Howard the Duck by Chip Zdarksy and Peter David’s second run on x-factor run on the genre while having fun with it’s cliches.

I also love anthropormphic animal stories. Dunno why, I just do, so once I found out about Blacksad, a comic that combines disney quality art from a former disney animator with gripping, adult noir that rips your heart out... I couldn’t resisit trying it. Telling the tale of John Blacksad, a cynical private detective and the cases he steps into via gorgeous, straight out of a disney storyboard art, the series is by Juan Díaz Canales (writer) and Juanjo Guarnido (artist), the latter a former Disney artist who worked on several Disney films, meeting in the 90′s while working on licensed works and hitting it off, leading to this series. That’s.. really all I could find about the making of the series in English. The only other fact is the series is designed for first release in France, which has a huge comics market, hence the various volumes being called “Albums”, with them later being released in Spain and then english, currently in the latter through Dark Horse Comics, who last year collected the current 5 albums and some side stories into one big volume. And with Dark Horse having infrequent sales including Blacksad on comixology it’s easy enough to pick up all 5 volumes in one complete package on digital for 9 bucks, as it is right now. Seriously I’m not trying to shill for Comixology or Dark Horse, I just love these comics and suggest picking them up. The creators DO intend on new volumes... it’s just both have been busy with other work so they’ve been stuck in development hell since 2013. However given there have always been, if much smaller, the biggest being 5 years, gaps between the Albums, I don’t think the series is dead quite yet and with Dark Horse fully backing it, taking the series from only two volumes getting translated to both translating the first four AND translating the fifth within a year of it’s release, we’ll undoubtly get the next one quickly. The series has also spawned a game, Under the Skin, which i’ll probably also cover some day as i’m dying to play it, but i’m waiting for a sale because it’s around 30 bucks and I can wait. It’s also been nominated for an Eisner three times to no suprise and has had fans in Stan Lee, Jim Steranko, Tim Sale and Will freaking Eisner. Yes the GUY the awards were named after liked the series. So yeah, I love this series and highly support it, but the thought of covering it hadn’t occrued to me.. in part because I already had three comic retrsopectives going, my looks at The Life and Times of Scrooge McDuck, Scott Pilgrim and New X-Men, and simply because I just hadn’t thought of it till Kevin, frequent patron and comissioner of the blog whose paid for tons of reivews, suggested covering the second Album, Arctic Nation, which has our hero searching for a missing little girl he feels has been taken by the titular white supramacist movement.. and if your wondering “Wait how the fuck does that work their animals”, John is black coded due to his black fur, while the white suprmacists are all Arctic Animals.. a touch I really like as I’d honestly never thought of that as a metaphor but it fits like a glove, especially given that most white furred arctic mamals are pretty agressive looking. So yeah I’ll be covering that one next month for Black History Month, among many other things, but I felt I wanted to cover the series in order and since again, it’s only the second of five and I had a free space on the schedule. So without further adew, join me somewhere in the shadows and under the cut as we enter the world of one John Blacksad.

We open as you’d expect for a Noir with a heady narration and a murder. John was brought in by Smirnov, the chief of police and an old aquantice who serves as his Commissioner Gordon. Since the victim is John’s ex, he was brought in to see if he knows anything and as you’d expect warned not to look into it further, as John dosen’t buy this was a simple robbery. His response is exactly what you’d expect.

I mean.. what did you expect? You called him out of bed to see his former lovers corpse, KNOWING he’s one hell of detective, dosen’t give up on things easy, and would probably be curious. For him to say “Cool gonna go smoke some reefer and take in a looney tunes short at the theater, call me when you find the murderer?” Also this series takes place in the 50s. Because of course it does.

So John goes back to his office to brood, reflecting that the office feels like the remains of an ancient civlization because “It seems to be all that remains of the civlized person I used to be”. Hell of a line.

We then get his backstory with the victim, Natalia. She’s a famous actress, who John first as a younger man when hired to investgate some death threats she’d received with a boquet of flowers. John shows off just how good he is at his job in just a few panels.

IT not only shows in just a few panels just how ferocious our hero can be when needed and how good he is at his job, easily having tracked down the man responsible and scared him shitless without breaking as sweat, but how fucking gorgeous the art is. I meant it when I brought up the old disney comparison, as Steranko even mentioned in his introduction to the collection of the first three volumes how it looks like animation cels on the page. IT’s utterly breathtaking and ONLY gets even more lush and beautiful as the series goes on and perfectly fits the noir stylings with it’s realisim, making it’s animal characters feel utterly human and real while still keeping their animal traits in perfect detail.

John impressed her, and as we see in the next page under his narration they not only had really steamy passionate sex, and why yes we do see them naked even if the bits are covered it’s still very much nsfw and we saw Natalia’s naked corpse earlier, so that ship had already sailed anyway, with Natalia taking him on both as her lover and her on staff detective and the two were much in love.. until the fame apparenlty got to her judging from the visuals, and the realtionship fell apart.

Before we move on i’d like to talk about the narration which CAN be a bit overwrought here or there and is a bit overused.. but does have it’s mometns of being utterly effective as with above, contrasting John’s statments about a sucessful job and being hired on.. with the beginnings of his and Natalia’s relationship and their passionate lovemaking. IT’s not BAD and it works for the setting, but it can be distracting, but thankfully the series levels this out as we go and they learned from it so no harm done. Just the kinda thing that happens early in a series life when the creators are getting a handle on things, so no harm done.

But naturally John isn’t going to take the love of his life, responsible for the happiest days of said life, being brutally murdered lying down and is going to find the bastard who did this. So he goes to an old friend, Jake Ositombe, a championship boxer and Nat’s former bodyguard who he recommended to her. Given we see him knock the shit out of his opponent without the slightest effort, yeah good call. Also yes we share the same name and no it’s not weird to type about another Jake, adventure time sorta.. knocked that out of me. Jake dosen’t know much since she fired him a long time ago as one of her lovers hired private security, and the last one he knew of was a guy by the name of Leon. John, naturally, easily finds the guy’s apartment, Leon Kronkski, a screenwriter.. but also rules him out as the guy lived in a humble apartment and clearly didn’t have the cash to hire his own hired goons.

He does find a clue, a matchbook for some place called the Cypher Club.. and another when the man’s sweet mouse landlady shows up, who John charms by pretending to be Leon’s friend and flashing a big smile, finding out a msyterious man with “big bulging eyes”, took him. This scene also to me is great in subtly showing off John’s skill. While the previous flashback showed how badass he is, shoving a gun down the throat of a stalking wannabe murderer with pure rage in his eyes.. here we see a lighter approach, how despite his serious and dour nature.. he easily slips into being cheery and looking like an average joe off the street. He bluffs the landlady not because the plot says so.. but because like any PI he’s just that good at slipping into whatever roll he needs to get the info he needs. He can be his dour self or a charming happy go lucky guy without missing a beat.

So with that he goes to the studio leon worked for where his boss.. is a walrus j jonah jameson?

But yeah J. Jonah Walruson wants pictures of spider-man.. moving pictures.. but he can’t film them with his star dead and his screenwriter indefintiely gone, with the same bulging eyed man having told JJ he’d be gone indefintely. Nothing suspicious about that!

So naturally John’s next plan is to find the guy.. who is already after him as you’d expect with both a knife to slash at our hero with and the fog covering him so he can hit and run. But unluckily for him .. well i’ll let john say it...

John headbutts the myserious snake, who only managed to get his coat before and tries to interogate him.. but gets a quick jab to the gut and the guy gets away.

We soon meet our big bag, who has a big speech about insects and things being usefufl.. and once they stop being useful.. they become dead and collectable, telling the snake man to back off John.. and sending his right hand man to go take care of the Snake who apparently took something from the office. Realizing his numbers up the Snake Man goes to a lizard bar, picks up a package from a friend and runs out the back, knowing he’s being followed.. and we get some hints there’s also racial tension between lizards and mammials here as the bartender, said friend, has the entire bar circle around the guy preventing him from following our mysterious bulging eyed man.

Meanwhile John goes to the Cipher Club, a wretched hive of scum and villiany. Given Nat was a glamorous movie star, it’s very clear she was here to hide from something or someone, and the bartnender, a wild pig.

No not you sweetie. The wild pig tells John leon was indeed here and a local rat, in both senses of the word, offers to take John to him.. though understandably John is supscious of the guy he just met in a seedy bar taking him anywhere except to get some heroin. Did Heroin exist yet? Questions for later. But he’s got a case so he follows. Though suprisingly the guy DOES actually come through and it’s not ENTIRELY a trap: he takes john to a tomb for Noel Krinsok.. an anagram for Leon’s name. Unsuprisingly he’s dead. And also unsuprisingly, two hired goons

Show up. As I said not ENTIRELY a trap but it’s obvious given the rat split moments before that our mysterious big bad knew where john would be headed next, and thus while giving him a clue, also set him up to get his head knocked in. And while John is badass.. these guys are a bear and a rhino, both stronger, bigger, and with suprise on their size, as well as a tombstone to knock john’s head into. They easily beat him senseless and hope he got the message, though john gives a defiant fuck you before being punched out for it. He returns home, feeling like he’s aged 20 years “But no one respects the elderly anymore”, PFFT, and heads home to his rathole, not literally this time, apartment to lay on his cot and think as he gets some rest.

And while the trail for Leon is cold. our mysterious murderer accidently tipped his hand: only someone with a LOT of money and influence could make a man disappear like this, and it tracks with what we’ve seen so far. The guy has multiple henchman and despite being a big star with plenty of clout, Natalia had to hide in a dive bar just to get away from him and even THEN clearly wasn’t so lucky given she and her new lover both wound up dead. But Blacksad has bigger problems.. he wakes up in a jail cell.

Turns out Smirnkov had him arrested.. but for his own protection as the case is getting too hot and while he was late on that front given John’s face is hamburger, it’s clear from his tone and demeanor that while he may of been harsh with John earlier.. the two are old friends, and the Chief is simply worried about him winding up dead, and John takes you know being thrown in prison in stride. Which while not a bad scene it is a BIT suspect that a black coded character was thrown in jail for nothing and it’s treated very lightly and as a simple protection between friends, though given they wouldn’t think of coding john like that till next volume, I brush it off as accidental implications in hindsight.

Smirnkov though also called John here.. because he needs his help. Since Natalia’s Murder Case is pointing very high up, so his superiors have ordered him to bury the case and as he puts it “the bastards know where to squeeze”. And given in volume 3 we learn Smirnov has a wife and children, it’s very obvious where they squoze and to the volume’s credit while we don’t know that yet it’s VERY clear from Smirnov’s body language they went after some form of family. So while he has to give it up.. John does not. So he brought him to jail to offer a proposal: John goes after this son of a bitch and nails him to the wall.. and Smirnov will FULLY protect John no matter what he has to do. Now naturally given the rightful reckoning for police that’s been going on for almost a year, this SHOULDN’T play well. You have an officer outright telling an outside party that he and his boys will cover up his crimes. But.. honestly even in that framework.. it still works. That’s because.. the system has failed here. The higher up and more corrupt cops put pressure on the honest and hardworking family man Smirnov to stop a legitimate investigation into a horrible murderer.. because the guy is rich. And even now we’ve seen time and time again how rich assholes effortlessly escape the consequences of their action: How our own president who actively asked other nations to interfere in our election escaped his first impeachment trial, but hopefully not the second, aquitted. How Jeffery Epstien took YEARS to bring down with his years of ellicit parties involving innocent women and children he fucking enslaved. How Bill Cosby got away with all kinds of sexual assault for decades. The rich are often literally above the law in this country, so having a down on his luck detective, who retroactively himself is a minority, go after him with the full support of an actually GOOD police officer who genuinely believes in these people being held accountable but is held back by his family’s safety.. it works. John isn’t able to skirt consequences BECAUSE of a corrupt system.. but because the system’s so broken and slanted in the rich’s favor, that the ONLY option an honest officer like Smirnov has is to go outside it. And when asked WHY he’s doing all of this, Smirnov merley replies

... I got chills, their multiplyin. So John plans to find the bulge eyed snake after a hot shower.. only for the guy to hold a gun to John’s head, having been waiting for him and wave the murder weapon, in a baggie around, the item he had retrieved, feeling John’s trying to replace him as number two. However before he can do anything our snake pal is shot full of holes by the rat from before, who John dispatches with his own gun.

So the Snake starts to expire.. but feels a kinship with John “We are nothing right cat? Spent so much time waiting for the right chance and when it happens it all falls to pieces”. The Snake explains his roll in things: He was one of the private security our big bad hired to guard Natalia. But being supscious he also hired the rat to follow her around, and thus found out about her affair, brutally torturing and murdering Leon and shooting Natalia in the head. And we finally get a name as our snake friend tragically expires.

The snake’s death and tragic dying moments are something I forgot about.. but damn if their not really good writing, taking a character who before was seemingly just a murderous goon.. and comparing him to our hero. Another working class joe, and one who just caught up with the wrong asshole at the wrong time. He easily could’ve been john in another life and vice vers and it’s a good parallel.

So John’s nightmares finally have name and he naturally goes to confront the guy since he has an almost literal get out of jail free card. Turns out Smirnov is the richest man in town, and has his own big tower. Huh.. sounds familiar, and John simply sneaks his way up and once Statoc’s guards from before hear him rustling about.. sneaks up on them and clocks both one at at time with a fire extinqusher.

Statoc warmly welcomes our hero inside, and has the fucking lizard balls, as he’s some sort of lizard himself, to offer John a JOB

I mean he’s clearly lost a lot of his goons and most of them were incompetent. He fails to realize that John can’t be bought, is here for vengeance and has no intention of selling his soul to some rich asshole who killed someone he loved for the creepiest and most asinine reasons imaginable. He says john’s Concisence is why he can’t pull the trigger and that he lacks “cold blood”.. before we cut to the next page, where John’s shot the fucker in the head and left a gaping hole where his lack of a brain was.

And again what makes this work is the aftermath: John is clearly shaken, having ONLY been able to pull the trigger beause of Statoc’s smug grin and clearly not taking the sight of Statoc’s dead body bleeding out well. And while Smirnov keeps his word, covers for him despite the two guards clearly providing an iron clad argument against john and knoiwng thier blatantly covering this up.. he’s not happy about it.

This is WHY the narrtive still works. Statoc stacked the law against the bad guys. .but despite this being a necessary evil.. it’s still an evil and subverting teh law at this rightly leaves him not in a great place mentally. John himself isn’t even if he plays it off as otherwise, as we get our final bit of narration and one hell of a closing line.

Final Thoughts:

Somewhere in the Shadows is a bit rough around the edges, leaning a bit too heavily into the noir pastiche and Blacksad being a harboiled detective, something the next volume would ease up on. That being said.. it’s still a masterpiece, with gorgeous art and masterful pacing. While it’s the shortest of the stories, like those after it the pacing is sublime and never feels like it has any down moments or stuff that could’ve been cut, and the mystery keeps you on edge the whole time. Having forgot a lot of the details since last read I was on the edge of my seat the entire story and loving every second of it. Somewhere in the Shadows is the perfect starter for the series, introducing an important charcter in Smirnov and the noir nature and giving us a case personal to John so we can see who he was before, what he is now.. and what he WILL be for the rest of the series. The moment that MADE him into an even harder man than the one we follows here.. when he took a life in cold blood. A masterful story, seriously check it and the other volumes out, on comixology, in stores, great stuff. Next time we look into john and as I said, he’s taking down some racists and we also meet his sidekick weekly for the first time. As for me tommorow I dive back into my Tom Luictor retrospective but hit pause on our boy for a bit to take care of some of the larger plot. Until the next rainbow, it’s been a pleasure.

#blacksad #john blacksad #Smirnov #noir #anthropomorphic #anthro #funny animal #somewhere within the shadows #comics #dark horse comics #france #french comics #igor statoc #Natalia Wilford

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Eclipse

Mijan

Chapters: 20/20 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Voldemort, Lucius Malfoy, Peter Pettigrew, Albus Dumbledore, Severus Snape Additional Tags: Adventure, Slow Build, Hogwarts Sixth Year, Dark Magic, Slash, Plotty, Male Bonding

Summary:

"You're dead, Potter... I'm going to make you pay..."

Draco swore his revenge on Harry for Lucius's imprisonment, and Harry all but laughed at him. But Draco is planning more than schoolyard pranks this time. The old rivalry turns deadly when Draco abducts Harry for Voldemort. It's the perfect plan, guaranteeing revenge, power, and prestige, all in one blow. But when Draco's world turns upside down, the fight to save himself and Harry begins, and the battle will take them both through hell and back. If they come back.

Excerpt:

Harry had flown by means of magic many times. Whether by broomstick, or illegal flying Ford Anglia, the air had been his domain. This, however, was totally different. He wasn't relying on something physically present to carry him aloft from beneath him. Instead, he felt an odd lightness wash over his body, and with a lurch, his feet left the ground.

The earth retreated from his feet. Draco was looking up at him, wand held steady, jaw set with the concentration of a man walking a tightrope. Without a net. Harry tried not to shudder at the thought, and quickly looked up. The branch was approaching him rapidly. Just a couple more feet...

Harry reached out and grasped the branch. Through his body, he felt the levitation charm falter, but it held steady. Trying to work within the charm, Harry carefully maneuvered himself onto the branch and straddled it. Once he had his balance, he swallowed, and finally let out the breath he'd been holding. "Okay, Draco. I'm all set."

An instant later, he felt the charm disappear, and he turned his attention to the peculiar parasitic plant on the branch in front of him. "Draco, how much of this stuff do we need?"

"Well," came the response from below, "the potion calls for seven large leaves, and seven berries, but I'd say it's always good to have extra. It looks like there's a lot of it up there, so we might as well get at least twice as much, you know, in case something happens."

"Okay," Harry said, not taking his eyes from the branch in front of him. He reached into the tuft of plant matter, found a stem, and quickly drew it across the blade. He repeated the action two more times, which gave him a large pile of loose foliage. "Okay, I'm going to drop it down." He glanced over the edge of the branch, where he could see Draco looking up at him intently from below. "You ready to catch it?"

Draco nodded, then shook his head. He reached into the travel sack, pulled out the cloak, quickly enlarged it, and spread it on the ground below Harry. "Now, drop it. That way, we won't loose any of the berries."

"Good idea." Gently, so as not to damage the plant any more than necessary, Harry untangled his stems from the rest of the mistletoe, held it out over Draco's cloak, and dropped it. It was pushed a bit by the breeze as it fell, but it landed softly amongst the blue folds of cloth. Harry smiled, and looked from the mistletoe to Draco's face.

Draco was smiling just as broadly. "Ready to come down, you funny looking squirrel, you?"

Harry rolled his eyes. "Actually, I was thinking of taking permanent residence in this tree. You know, begin gathering nuts for the winter. YES, I'm ready to come down!"

Draco laughed, but quickly set his face in a look of strict concentration. Seconds later, Harry felt the levitation charm permeate his body again. He released his grip on the branch, and the branch fell away beneath him. Draco lifted him up, to the side, and then slowly, he began to descend. It seemed to take forever for his feet to touch the earth, but it was such a relief to feel solid ground beneath him again as he set down in front of Draco. Again, he felt the charm rapidly fade away.

The stern set of Draco's jaw relaxed, and he breathed a visible sigh of relief.

Harry smiled at him. "And who says your levitation charms aren't the best?"

"Well, the ministry man who graded my Charms OWL, for one," Draco grumbled, "but I had a reason for that."

"Oh?"

Draco actually looked rather chagrined. "I believe I told you... just not in so many words. I was too busy paying attention to you. I... er... had a bad habit of doing that."

"Really, now?" Harry asked, taking a step closer.

Draco was rapidly going red in the face. "Come on, Harry... I haven't been able to ignore you since the first day of school, five years ago."

"Why's that?"

"Because," Draco said deliberately, "you were an annoying prat who made my life miserable at every turn. Everywhere I looked, there you were, doing some new amazing thing to charm the professors, impress the other students, and make me look like a fool. I couldn't avoid you even if I tried. And then, you walked into the middle of my Charms OWL, where I had actually been performing the best levitation charm I ever had – I'd had that wineglass dancing only seconds before you came in – and I turned to smirk at you, and bam! There goes my Charms OWL."

Although Draco's tone was serious, Harry had come to know him well enough to tell by the look in his eyes that he was being sarcastic. Quickly adopting the same frame of mind, Harry cocked his head and pursed his lips thoughtfully. "Don't you mean 'crash! There goes my Charms OWL'?"

Draco scowled.

Harry laughed. "Well, I haven't really been able to avoid you either, you know. You challenged me to duels and never showed up –"

"Only one duel," Draco mumbled.

"– you became the Slytherin Seeker, and sometimes, I swear you did it just so you could best me –"

"Yeah, worked like a charm, that did." Draco seemed even less impressed.

"– and best of all, you went to all the trouble of arranging this lovely camping trip for the both of us."

For a moment, it seemed that Draco wasn't sure whether or not Harry was serious. He must have decided quickly, because his grin suddenly matched Harry's. He sent a deliberate glance up at the tree branch where Harry had been perched just a minute before. "We make a pretty good team, don't we?"

Harry's gaze followed Draco's. The branch didn't seem any closer than it had when he'd first looked up, even though he'd already been up there. If Draco's charm had failed... well... he really didn't care to think about that. The point was that the charm had worked. "Yeah," Harry said. He looked back down and met Draco's eyes. "Yeah, we do. It's kinda funny, but we couldn't have done it without each other. Actually, I don't think either of us could have made it this far alone."

Draco's mouth suddenly fell open, as if he'd just realized something. "Merlin, that's what –" His mouth snapped shut again.

"That's what... what?"

Draco shook his head. "Just something I was thinking about last night."

"Oh?" Harry folded his arms across his stomach. "Care to enlighten me?"

"I... well... I just noticed how much we rely on each other. You've done things I can't do, I've done things you can't do. And we've each saved each other's lives. It's a weird sort of thing." Draco hesitated for a moment. "I'm... not used to relying on someone like that... but we really do make a good team."

Harry couldn't stop himself from smiling. "I've got to admit, I'm surprised, but yeah, we really do." He took a small step closer to Draco. "And you know what?"

"What?" Draco's reply was barely above a whisper.

"No matter how tonight turns out... these last two weeks have been... something really special." Harry's smile wavered, and he started to feel a bit depressed. It felt like he was saying things now, just in case he didn't have a chance later. He was also feeling just a bit warm under his woolen jumper, and wished that he'd taken it off earlier. Still, he had to say this, and now seemed like the right time. "I want you to know... I'm glad I finally got to know Draco. Not just 'Malfoy'. And I'm grateful for that."

Draco must have sensed the note of finality, because he frowned, despite his own words of reply. "I'm glad I got to know you, too, Harry. And we'll have plenty more time to get to know each other better, of course."

This time Harry's smile faded. "We will," he said, just as a new fear hit him.

In that moment, he realized that he really did want to get to know Draco better. The sum of the past two weeks swirled through his mind, and he realized that in that time, he'd come to know Draco in a way he'd never known anyone else. Sure, he'd gone through life-threatening situations with Ron and Hermione, but this was different. Very different. Their two weeks of isolation, traveling together, sharing secrets, sleeping back-to-back, and even rescuing each other had created a sort of friendship that he knew could never be duplicated; it was something rare and precious, and he needed to keep it. They'd come to the point where they could anticipate each other's words and actions, they knew how to push each other's buttons, and how to read each other's senses of humour. Like adjacent puzzle pieces, something just fit. If he didn't make it through tonight, he'd lose so much – his fight with Voldemort, his chance to protect the wizarding world from the fate of his parents, and his new friendship with Draco. It seemed that now, one of the things driving his will to live was his need not to leave Draco behind. He couldn't.

"We got through everything else together," Harry said, "and we'll get through this."

Draco took a tiny step closer. They were barely a foot apart now, and from there, Harry could almost feel Draco's shaking. Nerves, emotions, fear, worry... whatever it was that was causing such a reaction from Draco, it was starting to affect Harry too.

"We will," Draco said. Even his voice was shaking. "You-Know- er... V-Voldemort isn't so tough. The two of us against him... easy stuff, right?"

The false bravado felt good, and Harry gave a tight laugh. "Easy. Hell, he lost to a baby, right?" he joked, although he didn't actually believe a word he was saying.

The corner of Draco's mouth twitched in something resembling a smile. "Must have been one hell of a baby."

Harry shrugged. "The kid wasn't anything special," he said, feeling a bit more honest this time. "He just... he just was lucky enough to have someone there who... who... cared about him. A lot."

Draco shivered, but he looked into Harry's eyes with blazing sincerity. Although he was just a foot away, he didn't back up. "I care."

There were no qualifiers to follow; just a heartfelt statement, and Harry felt it to the pit of his stomach. "I know you do. That's why this is going to work." He forced a half-smile back onto his face. "But for now... we found the mistletoe..." He pointedly eyed the branch above him. "I think I'd suggested that you show me what to do with mistletoe, once we found it."

In a heartbeat, Draco's face went from pure sincerity to a look of utter incredulity. He blinked twice. "Wha-what?"

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#Eclipse #mijan #Drarry #Drarry Fic Rec #Fic rec #Drarry Fanfiction #HP FanFiction #Hp Sixth Year #Hogwarts Sixth Year #Harry Potter #Draco Malfoy #Long Fic #Widely Considered A Drarry Classic Fic #Drarry Classic #Carey's Bookmark Fic Recs #Carey's Personal Bookmarks #Fabulous fic!#Definitely one to read if you have not

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alleyskywalker · 4 years ago

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Ok for the ship pros and cons, completely random: Tyvolio, Romercutio, Rombalt and R/J <3

Tyvolio

Pros:

Enemies to lovers and this version is compatible with Romercutio ;)

I’ve enjoyed your commentary on like how they’re kinda parallels and foils at the same time - their personalities make them opposites and the feud fuels that, but there are similarities in like...their position relative to their families and stuff. I think those can be interesting dynamics to explore in a ship on the meta side.

Ok so Benvolio canonically has/had a dog, so we can assume he’s a dog person. And it’s pretty accepted that Tybalt is a cat person...can you imagine them moving in together with their respective pets and the pets do...the stereotypical cats-and-dogs thing? xD IDK this is really stupid but I find it funny.

Cons:

Subjective con, but basically neither of them are characters I’m very invested in in their individual capacity.

I like...really struggle to imagine how this would actually work? Like the emotional logic? How would they even go about falling in love? I’m cool with the ship like in theory, but I have a really hard time to imagining how the getting together/falling in love part would work.

Rombalt

Pros:

Enemies to lovers with a character I care about lol. Also a true Opposites Attract (TM).

I mean, if we’re gonna have an R/J type story, we just as might make it gay.

This one is a lot easier for me to imagine that Tyvolio bc... Well, Romeo is just Soft and is canonically willing to give Tybalt the benefit of the doubt (and frankly, probably would even without the Juliet thing). And because it’s a true opposites attract type thing, I can see Romeo winning Tybalt over by just being a sweetheart, even if it would take time and some external circumstances. I feel like Romeo is smol in a way Benvolio isn’t and that would trigger Tybalt’s protective instincts, etc.

(Ok also...Tybalt knows Romeo at the party by the sound of his voice. Who knows people they don’t regularly hang out/talk with by how their voice sounds unless they’re some obsession going on there?)

I kinda like a tropey slash ship of Dark Cynical and Dangerous/Sweet Smol Boi from time to time. (Even better that there’s a Twist because Romeo can actually be hella snarky. I mean he keeps up with Mercutio no problem.) I mean is it a bit Beauty and the Beast? Yea... Do I still enjoy it now and again with the right ship? Unfortunately, also yes.

The potential for this to become Romtycutio, which to me, is an OT3 inferior only to the Montacrew OT3.

Cons:

Given that Tybalt’s reaction to Romeo in canon is Murder makes the whole thing a little suspect? Like I can see this going/being very dark very easily. And I respect the dark!fic crowd but it’s not really my thing for ships.

Romeo Deserves Better

Romeo/Juliet

Pros:

It can be cute? Like I can certainly imagine that if they got to know each other and had a relationship it could have worked out very well.

A het ship where the guy is very specifically coded as having more feminine feelings/reactions about it.

Cons:

I’m sorry but Love At First Sight is a trope I gag at (and find entirely unrealistic and, frankly, boring).

We don’t really get to see their relationship? We don’t get to see how/why they work together? We get little glimpses, but I always feel like the “understand each other immediately” is more headcanons than canon. (Granted, they vibe well with banter at the party and stuff.)

Related to everything above, it just feels like it’s about lust. Like we’re TOLD it’s about love but Romeo constantly sighing over how beautiful she is and Juliet being explicitly horny as she waits for Romeo...Like, you two just really wanna fuck. And yea that’s normal, they’re teenagers. But like...I don’t care.

Romercutio

Pros:

Best friends to lovers!

Loyalty kink!

I’m not saying that one person has to die for the other for it to be romantic or anything...but self-sacrifice can easily hit an id sweet spot for me.

Opposites Attract in a lot of ways but like...in a somewhat more normal/realistic way than Rombalt.

Banter! Their banter is so cute!

And they are so clearly on each other’s wavelength and know each other and each other’s boundaries so well. I have no idea how people read the banter in Act 2 Scene 4 and interpret it as...a legitimate argument or something? It’s so clearly banter and banter they’re both delighted with. It’s nearly incomprehensible and I’ve seen different interpretations in different editions’ line notes, which is likely just a factor of reliance on slang and cultural references which have to some extent been lost, but I like to think (headcanon?) it also being a matter of them having way too many inside jokes. But it definitely that connection where the two people say ostensibly mean or offensive things to each other but they’re actually not mean or offensive because they’re so tuned into each other that none of it crosses a line or is interpreted as anything other than joking around.

They just generally feel very compatible to me, all things considered. AND their chemistry on the page is through the roof.

This dynamic has similar vibes to the whole Prince and His Knight thing I talked about with Danatole, even if technically it isn’t, since they’re likely social equals more or less.

There’s a lot of potential for BOTH softness and fluff and adoration AND drama and interpersonal conflict and stuff. This ship is so versatile.

While this is also a con, as we will see below, there is a certain high romantic potential to the story of the faithful unrequited love for a friend, who is too oblivious to Realize, that ends in sacrifice and tragedy. it’s sad but...it’s very emotionally compelling to me.

The UST could be so delicious.

And honestly, I don’t see a case for a reading of the play as having Mercutio-is-gay subtext without also reading it as having Mercutio-is-pining-for-Romeo subtext.

Cons:

Oof the canon...it does come off very one-sided. Like at absolute best, Romeo’s feelings would have to be very suppressed. And while I’m not one of those assholes who’s out here implying that unrequited love is somehow less love than requited love, it’s just so terribly sad :( And you have to work around the canon het and stuff to get them together in fic, basically needing an AU. Unless, I guess, it’s a were-together-then-broke-up situation which is EVEN SADDER NO. And they don’t really come off as exes to me (while Tycutio does).

#romeo and juliet #tyvolio #rombalt #romercutio #romeo x juliet #shipping #asked and answered #op

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jasonbehrs · 3 years ago

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i wanna read every word, chapter 2

by airauralintensity (aka me, jasonbehrs!)

“Have you ever fallen in love with someone you’ve never met?” “Uh, do you mean like we’ve-been-doing-long-distance-slash-online-dating or like I’ve-been-crushing-on-the-cute-barista-at-the-library-cafe?” “Ummm, more like I’ve-read-their-poems-and-sure-they’re-very-talented-but-their-handwriting-alone-makes-me-smile.” “… That’s oddly specific.”

fandom: kpop, super junior characters: eunhyuk, ryeowook; guest appearances by the rest of sj-m and yesung ship: eunwook genre: romantic comedy themes: alternate endings, strangers to lovers, handwriting, identity reveal setting: college chapter: 2/4 word count: 5.2k

read it below or on ffnet, aff, wattpad

A/N (6.6.2021): Welcome to the next installment folks! Some clarifying things:

- This is the first of two alternate endings to the story, which answers the question, 'What if Ryeowook finds out first?'

- I got some interesting reviews/PMs about the last chapter? Eunhyuk isn't pining after Yesung or anything, and I didn't mean to indicate that would be an aspect of the story. If you were looking forward to it, I'll be disappointing you today haha. Feel free to let me know how much you hate me in a review ;)

Also, today would have been my grandmother's 102nd birthday, so I'm dedicating this chapter to her since she always loved seeing me write. Love you, Nanay!

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He and Hyukjae haven't hung out alone before, but he's sure this won't be awkward. Their only real link may have just been Yesung, but Hyukjae successfully ingrained himself into their entire friend group in the short weeks since they first met. Besides, even if Hyukjae weren't so willing to help him with his twisted scavenger hunt for love, Ryeowook thinks he'd like to hang out with him some time anyway. He's grown to like Hyukjae, really.

At least, that's what he tells himself when he turns the corner and sees Hyukjae sitting alone on a bench in the quad with his legs crossed, a laptop over one knee and an open notebook on the other, waiting for him to arrive.

Ryeowook takes a breath to steel his nerves then heads over to plop himself right next to the other. He doesn't say anything and takes out his own work instead. They don't have to start with the crush thing.

"Ah, my favourite person under 5'2". How do you do?" Hyukjae snarks without pausing his typing.

In response, Ryeowook uses a single finger to tip Hyukjae's notebook onto the ground without remorse.

"Ya!" Hyukjae picks up his notebook and slaps Ryeowook with it.

On the downswing, Ryeowook freezes.

"Oh shit, did I hit you that hard? Sorry, I didn't mean to," Hyukjae hurriedly apologises, but that's not it at all.

Ryeowook had caught a glimpse of the notes hurriedly scrawled across the open book. He would recognise that handwriting anywhere.

"Why don't we get started then," Hyukjae offers uneasily, eyeing how Ryeowook's stance hadn't relaxed yet. "Um, did you bring a copy of one of the notes like we discussed?"

Of course he did. Ryeowook was so excited to be one step closer to identifying the person behind the song lyrics that took up as much space in his brain as his Food Sciences lecture notes, he had brought the whole ass scrapbook with him, eager to show off his favourites to a new and willing audience.

But now, Ryeowook is panicking. He found the object of his affections much sooner than for which he was ready; and said object is sitting right next to him, staring at him expectantly and eager to help.

Not letting himself think it through, Ryeowook rummages through his bag looking for viable scraps of paper. There is no way he is going to hand Hyukjae's own work to him, so he makes do with what he's got.

He bypasses the lyric samples he actually prepared for today's meeting and found ones of his own making which he had intended to recycle weeks ago but never got around to. He silently thanks himself for this terrible habit as he frantically smooths out the small squares of paper before handing them to Hyukjae.

The other raises his eyebrows as he reads through the papers. "Damn, I was hoping that maybe one of these things had even a little similarity to an assignment we've heard so far, but no dice."

Ryeowook nods, affecting understanding disappointment even as he privately rejoices.

"Do you mind if I keep these? I can, like, surreptitiously check people's notebooks during group assignments," he offers with a laugh. "Pearl blue sticky notes can't be that common in a class of 50, right?''

Ryeowook smiles, wide and fake. "Fingers crossed!"

~Even though we're making awkward conversation, it's clear that we're happy to be together.~

Thus proceeds their search for Poem Person. (The gender-neutral nickname Mi had come up with stuck even after Hyukjae revealed those were not actually poems being left behind. Alliterative nicknames are just so catchy.)

"Okay, what if we tie a balloon to your chair and hope Poem Person likes balloons enough to take it with them around campus?" "No way, they won't take it." "How could you possibly be so sure?"

Sometimes, it's Hyukjae coming up with ridiculous plots.

"Trust me. They curl their lowercase L's." "I'm gonna let this go, but I want you to know that makes zero sense."

Plots which Ryeowook foils with equally ridiculous reasoning.

"''We might have never known each other, but we crossed faraway paths and came together. We crossed the distance of a stranger that's farther away than space.' Huh, not bad." "You think so?"

Sometimes, it's Hyukjae asking to read more of the scraps that Ryeowook collects, partially so Hyukjae can make fun of him, but mostly so that he has more clues.

"Yeah. I mean, it doesn't help me at all, but your man's got a way with words. I wonder why he doesn't submit any of the stuff you've shown me for class. It's worth critiquing."

An ask which forces Ryeowook to wrack his brain for passable imitations of song-lyrics-that-could-be-mistakenly-construed-as-poems and to get used to writing with his nondominant hand.

"Pass. Pass. Pass. Pass." "Really? You're passing on Park Hyungsik?"

Today, neither of them are feeling very motivated, so Hyukjae pulls up the Facebook profiles of his classmates and let Ryeowook play smash or pass because "it's fun to hear strangers' opinions on people you know."

"Oh, absolutely. Does that guy look like he cares where he dots his i's and j's? Hard pass," Ryeowook maintains.

Hyukjae shakes his head in amazement as he pulls back his phone. "You'll meet him one day, and you'll regret this moment; mark my words. Hyungsik is universally loved. Honestly, I'm not convinced yet Poem Person isn't him. He fits basically all of your criteria."

Ryeowook has to actively smother a knowing smirk. "What a shame."

He didn't come clean to Hyukjae in the quad that day because he panicked. Ryeowook was not mentally ready to meet the object of his affections so soon, much more confess, so he acted on impulse to buy himself some time.

Once he had it, he got curious.

It's no secret that Ryeowook had built up an idea of what Poem Person is like. The lyrics provided some insight, of course; but most of his intuition came from the handwriting itself. From what he could see, Poem Person was supposed to be intensely passionate, excitingly impulsive, and almost sickeningly romantic.

"Okay, how about this guy?" Hyukjae asks as he passes his phone over again.

Ryeowook takes one look at the screen and snorts. "Very funny. Pass."

The app is opened to a photo of Hyukjae himself posed unnaturally on a couch wearing a forward-facing snapback perched atop his head and an awkward half-smile, and Ryeowook refuses to look at it any longer before he does something he'll regret, like coo affectionately.

"Pass!?" Hyukjae repeats with mock-incredulity. "Don't you think he looks charming and witty and oh-so-loveable?"

Ryeowook indeed had a lot of thoughts about what Poem Person would look like, and 'charming,' 'witty,' and 'oh-so-loveable' have indeed flitted through his mind. Actually, Ryeowook finds that Hyukjae and Poem Person aren't altogether dissimilar.

Hyukjae is passionate about his craft, to be sure, but it doesn't occupy every one of his waking moments like Ryeowook expected. He is as much of a romantic as the next person is, but really Hyukjae is poetic, a distinction Ryeowook learns and appreciates very early on. Hyukjae is a little too thoughtful to be so impulsive, but his quick wit and ability to do/say/become whatever a situation calls for more than fulfill the quota for chaos that underlay Ryeowook's original supposition.

So yes, Ryeowook is withholding the truth so that he can slot the person he made up in his head into the person Hyukjae is, but it's been worth it.

"He looks like a brat and like his feet smell." "YAH! My shoes don't breathe!" "Get better shoes, then." "Give me the money, then." "Get a job, then." "That's not fair! Helping you find Poem Person is basically my part-time job!" "Consider it more of an unpaid internship."

Before Hyukjae takes his turn to volley back, his phone rings in his hand.

"Ah, as much fun as this was, I gotta go. I have a mini-showcase coming up, and I've been slacking on rehearsals." He shakes his phone towards Ryeowook, and the latter could see an alarm screen that reads "get your dumb ass to the gulliver center!"

Ryeowook's heart beats a noticeable thump thump all of a sudden. "Can I come with?"

"S-sure," Hyukjae says, shocked by the offer. "But why?"

That's a great question. For now, he says, "Because your internship is getting in the way of your studies, and I feel bad," but later, he'll know it's because he didn't want his time with Hyukjae to end so soon.

A grateful grin spreads across Hyukjae's face, and Ryeowook will add that onto his list of reasons later as well. "An audience is always welcome."

In no time, Hyukjae is in a practise room in the athletic center stretching his limbs every which way while Ryeowook watches as intently as possible while feigning interest in literally anything else in the room.

The bass-heavy noise music that Hyukjae puts on startles his attention back onto the dancer, and Ryeowook can no longer hide how blatantly he stares.

Hyukjae moves through the choreography so fluidly it almost looks lazy. He goes from jagged angles and harsh lines to sinewy curves and rolling waves to strong stomps and high jumps with no hesitation. He plays with the rhythm of the music, and he makes full use of the space available to him. Ryeowook is barely processing one impressive move when Hyukjae executes another one; and before he knows it, the performance is over.

"So," Hyukjae pants, "what'd ya think?"

"It's…" Jaw-dropping. Powerful. Hot. "… impressive," Ryeowook says at last.

Hyukjae smiles tightly. "Thanks. It actually needs a bit of work for the showcase, but I don't think the routine is all too shabby."

Ryeowook watches as Hyukjae watches himself through the mirror, redoing parts of the choreography over and over again at different tempos just to fine-tune his movements, and he can't help but feel like Hyukjae needed more from him.

"Um, I wonder if maybe it's lacking emotion?"

All movement halts. "What?"

Ryeowook didn't mean to say that; but now that it's out, he finds himself needing to continue. "You move well, um, obviously," he gestures awkwardly to Hyukjae's person, fighting a blush. "It looks physically difficult, sure, but what is it that you're trying to say? Like, I'm guessing you chose that song, too, right? So, why?"

Hyukjae stands in the middle of the room, arms limp by his side, and staring at Ryeowook with an unnervingly blank look on his face. Ryeowook hastily backpedals, "But hey, what do I know? I'm sure your professors will watch you and see all the nuances I can't with my untrained peon eyes. I was just… talking to talk, I guess."

"No, but I think you have a point," Hyukjae interjects.

Ryeowook perks up. "I do?"

"Yeah, like… I was so focused on trying to show what I can do with something only I could do, but that means basically nothing when any one of my classmates could learn my routine with only a week of practise. The only way I would be able to stand out is from whatever I put into it, but you made me realise I didn't put anything into it." He plops on the floor, eyebrows furrowed in consternation.

Ryeowook shakes his head adamantly. "No, no! There's clearly something there! You just need to, like, bring it out more. You have that whole idea—that this is something only you can do. You can take that, morph your routine into a testament to your need to prove yourself. Start with some trepidation, throw some desperation in the middle, and end with triumph. Honestly, I think I saw a little bit of that in your performance already. Maybe it was an accident, but now, just… do it on purpose."

"'Do it on purpose,'" Hyukjae repeats to himself. His head is down, so Ryeowook can't immediately tell what he thinks of the idea. He's ready to apologise again, even offer to go home so that Hyukjae can concentrate better, but then Hyukjae raises his head. "Alright, let me give that a try."

His eyes are filled with will and determination. Ryeowook, of all people, put those there.

He sits back and watches Hyukjae rehearse his routine over and over again, getting better and more evocative each time.

The Hyukjae before him is not a Hyukjae Ryeowook would have been able to guess based on his handwriting and lyrics alone.

Ryeowook knows basically nothing about dancing; but over the past few weeks, he's really come to know Hyukjae. He's noticed how the other is prone to express himself through movement, like when he accentuates his stories with body language and physical reenactments. It belies a comfort and confidence with his body and what it can do with which Ryeowook could never empathise. It's a subtle thing, but impactful nevertheless.

He smothers it down because he doesn't want to give Hyukjae the wrong idea, but he wants to laugh.

Only he could fall for a dancer's words first before anything else, and only he could fall for the same person twice.

~Where should I start? When should I say it? Darling, our seconds, our minutes together were beautiful.~

"Ryeowook, why haven't you asked to see my handwriting yet?"

"What?"

They had commandeered a study room in the library, but honestly neither of them are making a lot of headway in their respective assignments. Ryeowook didn't want anything to do with Organic Chemistry, but this conversation is making him reconsider his previous stance.

"Isn't that what you're into? Trying to infer people's personalities based on their handwriting?"

"I'm not into it. It just happened."

"Okay, sure, but aren't you, like, good at it now? Read mine! Tell me what it says about me."

Ryeowook, desperate to squash this idea immediately, blurts out. "It… It won't work!"

"Why not?" Hyukjae pouts.

Ryeowook scrambles. "Because I know you already. Yeah. I'll see and interpret things in a way that confirms what I already know."

Hyukjae eyebrows furrow in what Ryeowook can presume is consternation. "Sorry," he offers feebly.

Some more time passes, and Ryeowook makes mild progress on his O-Chem work, before Hyukjae speaks up again. "So if you can't do me, can you do my friend?" he asks with an excited tone that makes Ryeowook wary.

"I do not want to do your friend." You, however…

"NO! I mean: can you interpret my friend's handwriting? Here. He left it at my place last time we studied together."

Hyukjae's smirk radiates smug self-satisfaction, and with one look at the paper, Ryeowook understands why. He actively controls every muscle in his body to prevent the facepalm that's threatening to break loose.

He has to give Hyukjae props, though. If Ryeowook weren't already so intimately acquainted with the handwriting on the page before him, the other's ploy could have worked.

Regardless, he still finds himself in the position he was trying to avoid in the first place.

All the best lies are based in truth, right? "So I can tell your friend has a very high-stress major. The handwriting is cramped and small, like he can't waste a single stroke or else he'll miss something he needs to write down. Ah, see how he doesn't fully cross his t's and dot his i's? He thinks he'll be able to read his own handwriting later. He probably has decent memory or just has a lot of faith in himself."

Hyukjae nods with an impressed frown. "Huh, not bad."

It would be so, so easy to stop there, but Ryeowook can't. He loves Hyukjae's handwriting too much. "And look here," he points excitedly to a cross-out near the center of the page. "He could cross out his mistakes with a single line or a little squiggle, but he completely blocks it out instead. It suggests he has more confidence with the obvious; but really, I think he needs the reminder. Like, 'Yeah, I made a mistake. I'll move on, but I won't let myself forget. That way I don't do it again.'"

A moment later, Ryeowook realises with a jolt that he had been holding and smiling at the scrap paper a little too tenderly. He whips his head up in embarrassment, an explanation-slash-apology at the tip of his tongue, but Hyukjae doesn't seem to notice.

In fact, Hyukjae has been silent the whole time. Ryeowook chuckles awkwardly. "Am I right?"

"Huh?" Hyukjae intones as he's brought out of his reverie. Ryeowook thinks he sees something in his eyes when their gazes meet, but Hyukjae blinks and it's gone. "I'm sorry, what did you ask me?"

"I was wondering if I was right. About your 'friend,'" Ryeowook reminds, air quotes clear in his tone.

Hyukjae shuffles uncomfortably in his seat. "I think you're more right than even he's ready to admit," he says with a hand at the back of his neck and a sardonic quirk of his lips.

The sight causes an unexplainable swell of affection within Ryeowook, and he turns away. "He can take his time," he assures, eyes trained on his textbook even though he can't read a damn thing.

Hyukjae nods his thanks and turns back to his homework, but Ryeowook doesn't feel right letting it end here.

"Hey, wanna give my handwriting a try?"

~You always lift your head to look up at me. I want to take my big hands and cup your small cheeks.~

Next time they're meant to hang out, it's the weekend; and Hyukjae texts him to meet him at Bomnal.

"Both of us were here just two days ago, and we have to be here again in two days. Don't we spend enough time in Bomnal as it is?" Ryeowook complains as soon as he enters the atrium of the academic building.

"Think of it like a field trip. Come on, Wook," Hyukjae says as he leads them to the second floor lecture hall.

"Pretty sure field trips are meant to take us out of the classroom, but sure, whatever," Ryeowook grumbles as he follows along.

He's testy. He knows it, but he can't help it.

This is the first time both of them will be in Bomnal 235 at once. It feels like a turning point, like he's going to learn something today whether he wants to or not. He wonders if Hyukjae feels the same sense of impending that he does, or maybe it's just worse for him because he's in love.

As soon as they open the doors, the automatic lights flick on and douse the room with a very awake yellow.

"So… where do you normally sit?" Hyukjae asks as he motions to the empty seats before them.

Ryeowook freezes. Now that it's upon him, he can definitively identify this as the thing he was anxious about.

What if he tells the truth, Hyukjae realises Poem Person is him, and he feels awkward about it? Their comfortable but still-very-new friendship would evaporate on the spot, and Ryeowook won't have him in any capacity, much more a romantic one.

So, in another impeccable display of judgement, he decides to lie again.

"Oh, you know… I change it up," he mildly comments as he moves to somewhere near the middle of the first row. He sits down and gives an unassuming grin to his friend, who makes a face. "You're one of those people? Haven't you heard of the same seats code of conduct? You fed me some crap about curling L's when really it's your fault the balloon trick wouldn't have worked," Hyukjae jokes in that way where he's completely serious but is phrasing it with humour.

Ryeowook feels a genuine, fond grin spread across his face before he can help it, and he quickly ducks his head. "Why are we here, again?" he asks instead of dwelling on the validating comfort of being known.

"Why not?" Hyukjae asks as he moves to sit down. "This is the place it all began, right? Might as well."

Ryeowook, for his part, only stares.

Hyukjae went up to a seat in the rear right quadrant of the lecture hall. Ryeowok's own, real seat is directly in front of where the other is sitting. That can't be a coincidence.

"Um, I'm guessing that's where you sit?" he asks as casually as possible.

"Huh? Oh! Haha, yeah. It's funny, I didn't even think of sitting anywhere else. My feet just automatically guided me here."

"So funny," Ryeowook squeaks out.

"Yeah, my friend in the class actually used to sit with me, but it became very apparent very quickly that we would never get anything done if we did, so he moved down there." Hyukjae points with his foot to Ryeowook's seat, and Ryeowook's breath hitches in his throat. "Sometimes when I'm bored, I just can't help but throw stuff onto his desk just to annoy him." Hyukjae mimes a free throw shot towards the desk and smiles.

Well, if there were any doubt before in Ryeowook's mind that Hyukjae was Poem Person, it has summarily been erased.

Ryeowook hums but says nothing else, letting a companionable silence stretch between them as he acknowledges the warmth that settles into his chest when he confirms with himself that yes, he is glad that Hyukjae is Poem Person.

"Why are you helping me?" he asks, curious and without judgement. The abrupt question startles the other out of whatever reverie he had settled into during their respite, but Hyukjae bounces back quickly, as he always does.

"You know, I had to figure that answer out myself," Hyukjae answers with a laugh. He leans back in his chair with his hands folded behind his head, staring out at the empty lecture hall. "I told you I would at first because it was obvious that I was the only one in a position to actually help. It wasn't even an option in my mind that I wouldn't… But even after my sense of obligation ran out, I wanted to keep going.

"You're cool, Ryeowook. You're fun to be around, you're sassy, you're down to try anything once. You're totally comfortable being yourself, and your 'self' is crazy. Like, who else trusts in their gut enough that this person you're chasing after is worth the effort? Who else would go to the lengths to which you're willing to go just to meet him? Honestly, I think that's pretty awesome. I don't know if I could have that same confidence you do."

He tilts his head towards Ryeowook then and gives a close-lipped, self-convinced smile. "If anyone's gonna find love based on a few scraps of paper and a dream, it's gonna be you."

Ryeowook nods mutely. He hopes the distance between them is enough to disguise the blush on his cheeks.

Hyukjae faces forward again. "If I think about it, I guess I'm being selfish, too. I want to believe a love like that is possible; and if I help you find him, I'll get to see it happen for myself… I really hope this guy is worth it, Ryeowook. I think it would break my heart as much as yours if he weren't."

He is, though. He's so worth it. "Me too."

~Longing is a beautiful pain I thought I could endure.~

Ryeowook walks out of the campus mail room, and life couldn't get better.

He just picked up a care package his mom sent him; he got a 94 on his last Nutrition Essentials quiz; and Hyukjae loves the new low-fat, protein-enhanced strawberry scones recipe he tried out yesterday.

Speaking of whom, he thinks this whole Poem Person plot is going to wrap up soon. The last time they must have actually worked on a strategy to find out who Poem Person was, like, two weeks ago at least; and Ryeowook's glad he can stop pretending he has any interest anymore.

Their friendship has wholly evolved beyond the point of needing a project to work on in order to spend time with each other anyway. Why pine after a fictitious man when he has a whole Hyukjae right there, who buys him coffee lattes simply because he's Hyukjae's dongsaeng and who helps him study for his quizzes even when Hyukjae himself is stressed.

Ryeowook tells himself that with some more time, the whole mystery will just fade into an inside joke between the two of them, a white whale they can reminisce about when they're sipping soju and reminiscing… preferably cuddled on a couch and with his head on Hyukaje's shoulder.

However, his friend group did not get the memo.

"So, uh. What happened to Poem Person?" Henry asks one weekend while everyone is at Ryeo-Mi's apartment.

"Shut up!" Kyuhyun admonishes with a slap to the back of Henry's head. "Ryeowook hasn't annoyed us with that in weeks. Aren't you grateful?!"

"I actually am very curious about what happened there. Weren't you and Hyukjae supposed to find him together?" Yesung asks.

"The gen—" "Maybe I'm manifesting, Mi! Ever think of that?"

Ryeowook cuts in before Mi's feelings get even more hurt. "Yeah, we were, but honestly I've kinda given up on the whole thing."

He expects some shock, but he couldn't have predicted who would be the most affected. "You're just gonna give up on finding love!?" Mi despairs.

"Actually, the potential for a romantic relationship was never confirmed," Henry quips. Yesung gives Henry a high-five.

"It was just a little crush," Ryeowook defends. "I've moved past it, as I was bound to do eventually." He says this last part to Kyuhyun, who he knows was the most annoyed with his actions back then.

"'Eventually' doesn't end in time for finals week, Wook," Kyuhyun retorts.

"Well, now you never have to worry about it, Hyun."

"Is love dead?" Mi desponds aloud, but no one pays him any mind.

Ryeowook pats his roommate's shoulders in a half-hearted attempt at consolation. If Mi turns out to be the only casualty in this whole ordeal, Ryeowook will count this as a win.

What he doesn't count on is the fact that Hyukjae would invariably hear about it.

"Is it true?" Hyukjae corners him after Ryeowook picks up his order from the on-campus cafe.

"You know, I don't think so. I think she's just Henry's accompanist for rehearsals," Ryeowook responds genuinely, certain that the latest gossip about Henry's potentially secret girlfriend is what Hyukjae must have been referring to.

"What? No!" Hyukjae stops in confusion but stomps after Ryeowook once he gets his bearings back. "No, I heard that you gave up on finding him, that you gave up a while ago. Is it true?"

Ryeowook hesitates to sit down at the open table he found, and Hyukjae's entire posture seizes in betrayal. "Alright, got it," Hyukjae says with an edge to his tone. "Do me a favour, yeah? Never talk to me ever again."

"Wait!" Ryeowook calls once Hyukjae turns on his heel and storms off. "Hyukjae, wait!" He pays no mind to the fact that he's abandoning his belongings as he chases Hyukjae outside. "I get that you're angry, but don't you think this is a little much?"

He reaches out for Hyukjae's upper arm, but the other immediately shrugs it off. Ryeowook flinches and retreats slightly. Despite the other's obvious fury, Hyukjae is stopped in place and seems willing to actually talk to him, and Ryeowook holds onto that hope instead.

"No, actually," Hyukjae sneers. "I think this is the perfect amount of much when you find out your best friend has been wasting your time for who knows how long!"

Of all the things Hyukjae could have said in that moment, Ryeowook didn't expect that reaction at all. It stings more than he expects, cuts through his defensiveness; and despite his position in the situation, he can't help but need comfort. "What do you mean?" he asks in a confused, desperate voice.

"What do I mean?" Hyukjae repeats exasperatedly. "Ryeowook, we spent weeks together trying to figure out how to get you your dream guy! We never even got anywhere, and, and… And it's all because of you! You shot down basically every one of my ideas practically from the beginning, even after I told you how much it would personally mean to me. That is, like, the textbook definition of a waste of time!"

"You weren't having fun?"

"What?" Hyukjae demands incredulously.

"All that time we spent together," Ryeowook clarifies as he steadfastly meets Hyukjae's angry gaze. "You didn't have fun?"

Hyukjae is silent, and his body posture screams obstinate defiance, but his eyes remain trained on Ryeowook.

"You didn't come to look forward to spending time with me? You didn't spend your free time thinking of ways to make me laugh?"

Hyukjae rolls his eyes. "So what? What does any of that mean when you were just stringing me along? You… you weren't even using me!?" he exclaims, voice rising in a hysterical question. "That was literally the whole basis of our friendship, and you couldn't even do that? Like, what could you have possibly gained from lying to my face like that for all this time?"

Ryeowook gives a watery smile at the non-answer and looks down at his fingers fidgeting together. "I did, too," he says in a voice so quiet it was like he intended to keep that to himself.

It's silent for a long time after that admission. Hyukjae's lividness has dissipated, and he is only left with a disappointment so painful he doesn't want to dwell on it any further. He moves to leave Ryeowook alone outside of the cafe, but Ryeowook's voice stops him.

"W-What did you say?" Hyukjae asks with apprehension.

Ryeowook ignores the tears falling from his eyes as he repeats himself. "I'm in a rush to catch you, but you're in a hurry to leave. Should I just surrender? Now we're like an old and worn notebook filled with scribbles."

Hyukjae simply stares, and Ryeowook takes that as his cue to keep going. "Take your beautiful smile with you. Don't leave it here. You saw me with tears in my eyes."

By heart,

"I was a selfish man, but my life is divided into before and after I knew you."

Ryeowook recites lyric,

"When I first saw you, it felt like a miracle."

after lyric,

"I'm thinking of you more today. I wonder how tomorrow morning will be. Will I miss you more than I do today?"

after lyric;

"I'm honest because I don't know lies before love."

and before he knows it,

"I'd place my feelings on the thawing snow. I'd hang my wish on a disappearing star, but only if you ask me to."

Hyukjae is within arm's reach.

"It's me?" Hyukjae whispers into the scant centimetres between them. "It's really me?" he asks again when Ryeowook had simply nodded.

Ryeowook can't even help it when he recites, "Even when you ask me again, for me, it's only you." with a breathy laugh as he shyly looks away.

Hyukjae moves to gently hold Ryeowook's hand. "And you're okay with that?"

Ryeowook wants to laugh and melt and cry and run away, but instead he settles for an earnest nod and a hesitant smile. "Are you?"

Hyukjae answers him with a kiss, and it feels like a dazzling melody.

~Together, we can make all our unfulfilled dreams come true.~

#super junior #super junior fanfiction #eunwook #eunhyuk #ryeowook #jaso*#iwrew

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halo-jpeg · 5 years ago

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May I request the Fluff A-Z with Michael,,,,

A = affection (how affectionate are they in day to day life? Do they show affection publicly or keep that more in private?)

He’s very bad at showing affection. He’s never had anyone he’s loved before, other than Boo before he snapped, and that wasn’t romantic. He shows his love in how protective he is of you. He thinks that keeping you away from everyone because they could be dangerous is the height of romance. Once he’s more used to you, he’ll get better at this whole dating thing.

B = best memory (what is the best memory they have with you)

One night he came home from a particularily stressful kill, injured and overwhelmed. You had patched him up and baked a whole pie just for him. He did his best to act indifferent but that was one of the times he was sure you loved him.

C = cat or dog person (this is pretty obvious)

Cat, because he, well, eats dogs. Also, he’s a cat, so...

D = dreams (what do they want to do in life?)

He doesn’t really have dreams. If he has to choose, it would be that you stay safe forever, and that you keep wanting to take care of him.

E = evenings (how do they spend their evening? So they go out? Do they read?)

He usually goes on hunts, but if he isn’t doing that then he’s being dragged around by you and slightly paying attention to whatever it is you’re doing.

F = first date (what was it like?)

Your first real date was 100% your idea. He wasn’t impressed with the picnic blanket in your backyard in the dead of night so he wouldn’t be seen with or without his mask, or the wine and candles. All he liked was the chocolate fondue, and you, or course.

G = giggle (what is their laugh like? What makes them laugh?)

A deep, low chuckle and nothing more. He rarely laughs.

H = hugs (do they like hug? What kind of hugs do the give?)

Firm and strong, to remind you that you aren’t going anywhere whether you wan to or whether someone is trying to make you. He’ll keep you right at his side.

I = instrument (do they play an instrument?)

N o. His hands are way too big for anything like that.

J = joy (what brings them joy in life?)

Pie, gory horror films, and satisfying the Shape inside of him with the blood of the innocent.

K = kisses (what kind of kisser are they? Shy? Passionate?)

Deep kisses that are usually laced with either jealousy or an honest, true love and affection.

L = love (how do they act when they have a crush)

They stalk the hell out them, following them around (without their knowledge, of course). Sooner or later he’ll start leaving them gifts and then, after a while, he’ll show himself.

M = memory (what’s their favourite memory?)

The night when the Shape completely took over for the first time. The amazing feeling of his knife in flesh for the first time was fantastic.

N = no (what is their pet peeve?)

Not being listened to. He’s very demanding and controlling and won’t stand for stubborn attitudes, other than his own. He’s a huge hypocrite.

O = occupation (what’s their dream job?)

He’s perfectly happy with the job he has now, hacking and slashing through flesh day and night. He could never wish for anything more.

P = parent (what kind of parent would they be?)

He’d do his best, but he wouldn’t be great at it in the beginning. His child reminds him so much of Boo (his nickname for Laurie as a baby) and he’s afraid that he’ll end up ruining his own child’s life just like he ruined Laurie’s.

Q = questions (do they believe in the super natural? Aliens? Anything along those lines)

Yes, but he’d never admit it. In the sanitarium he heard a lot of other patients talking about the end of the world and stuff like that. He isn’t crazy so maybe they aren’t either.

R = romantic (are they romantic during the relationship?)

He tries to be, and I’m sure he wants to be but his ideas of romance are absolutely not romantic. Unless human limbs are good gifts.

S = smile (what makes them smile without fail)

Moonlight reflecting off of a bloodied blade alongside the loud rejoice of the victorious voices in his head.

T = together (how clingy are they? How long do you two spend together per day on average)

He disappears a lot but when he’s home he’s always at your side, studying you.

U = unbearable (what habit do they have that’s unbearable? What habit do you have that they find unbearable)

So. Stubborn. This man will set his foot down and it will stay down.

V = videos (do they take lots of videos or photos during your relationship?)

No, Mikey has no idea how to use a phone.

W = wedding (what was the wedding like?)

Nonexistent. He will never get married, he thinks it’s unnecessary.

X = eXtra (what’s an interesting fact about them that they don’t tell anyone about?)

Cats love him, they flock to him like moths to a flame. He doesn’t like it very much but he’ll tolerate the little kitties.

Y = yuck (what do they hate? Could be a food, sent, word anything)

Spicy foods. The sanitarium never gave the patients anything even remotely spicy so he cannot handle any spice.

Z = zzzz (how heavy of a sleeper are they? How do they sleep? What mood do they wake up in? Really any sleeping headcanons)

Sleep is a foreign concept to him. Sometimes he’ll sit down and stare into space for a few hours, getting up much more energized as if he had slept, but he rarely actually does. The odd chance he actually falls asleep like a normal person, it’s heavy. He is not waking up for a long time.

#slasher #slashers #horror #slasher community #slasher headcanons #headcanons #michael myers headcanons #michael myers #halloween 2018 #halloween headcanons

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ddagent · 5 years ago

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Also a book title for Bee and Jay to read: Sex in the Bear Pit

Here we are, the first prompt of follow-up week! It’s not quite the title, but I hope you enjoy all the same.

J: The following podcast contains strong language, literary violence, and explicit sexual content.

(tourney horn plays)

B: Happy Thursday, listeners, and welcome to The Bear and the Poorly Written Maiden! We are an explicit literary podcast hosted by two academics who also happen to be very good friends.

J: Best friends.

B: That’s what I meant.

J: But you didn’t say it. You’re very good friends with “Rose”, you’re best friends with me.

B: (deep sigh) Fine. We are an explicit literary podcast hosted by two academics who also happen to be best friends, although I am in the market for a replacement who is not both incredibly egotistical and at the same time horribly insecure.

J: (laughs) What can I say, I’m the whole package.

B: (laughs)

J: And who else makes you laugh like this, hmm? (both laugh) Anyway, welcome listeners, to The Bear and the Poorly Written Maiden. Looking back on our episodes to date, we’ve really been reading a string of unsuccessful novels.

B: They’re just so bad and so historically inaccurate that they go on the list before we’re even halfway through.

J: Now, you might remember last week on our footnotes episode that we mentioned that Papa Bee was coming to visit. A lot of people wanted him to come on the podcast with us, and although Bee couldn’t bring herself to ask—

B: —he’d barely got in the door and you were yelling at him.

J: I wasn’t yelling! I simply said, ‘Papa Bee, do you want to be on the podcast?’ He practically bit my hand off; he loved the idea.

B: (deep sigh) So, thanks to popular and Jay’s demands, my father will be on the next edition of the footnotes. If you have any questions for him as a descendant of Ser Blue, or anything else for that matter, please send them to us at [email protected].

J: As well as planning to make an appearance on the footnotes, Papa Bee also brought with him a treasure trove of truly trashy historical paperbacks. Including Off the King’s Road, the filthy account of the Kingslayer and the Maid sexing their way through the Seven Kingdoms.

B: Really?

J: That’s what it says on the back cover.

B: Seven Help Me, it really does.

J: It follows the same path as our favourite book, The King’s Road, but we thought you’d get a bigger kick out of it. There are some truly terrible chapter titles here...Sex in the Bear Pit, Kingslayer in the Tub, The Lady’s Vow...

B: It starts when the Golden Lion leaves the Stark camp, and finishes just as he returns to King’s Landing. But despite canonically being faithful to his sister whilst she was not—

J: —he literally claims the Maid in the very first chapter or something. Which is called The Last Cunt.

B: And as I read last week, Jay gets to read the first chapter.

J: It’s like Sevenmas all over again. Anyway, here we go. Off the King’s Road by Jeyne Dutton. Chapter One: The Last Cunt. The Golden Lion was forced back into the wolf camp by meaty hands pulling and tugging at his meagre rags. The soldiers had had the good presence of mind to lace his breeches when they’d found him; none of them had relished the idea of bringing the Kingslayer back into camp with his cock hanging out.

B: (laughs) I’m sorry, did he escape only to stop and—

J: —have a wank?

B: (laughs) Yes! Wow, that was...stupid. He should have at least waited until he got to the nearest inn.

J: Well, when you’re feeling it...His shaft had been thick and heavy as they’d forced it back into his breeches; their heavyhanded touch the only embrace his cock had seen this long year, save the Northern King’s mother teasing him to stiffness, only to let him soften in the cool air.

B: Right, sorry to stop again, but is Dutton trying to insinuate that Lady Stark of Winterfell was a—

J: —prick tease?

B: I was going to say torturing him sexually, but yes. Well, we’re two paragraphs in, and already there’s historical inaccuracies.

J: I think you’re forgetting, Bee, the theory that Lady Stark, the Kingslayer, and the Maid sealed their oath with a carnal embrace before the latter two departed on their quest.

B: Unsubstantiated gossip. His sister and nephew-slash-son executed her husband, I highly doubt that Lady Stark would seal his oath with an orgasm.

J: It was a strange time. Can I get back to the book, please?

B: Fine.

J: He saw the Lady now arguing with another Northern lord. A chill wind whipped through the camp, bringing her nipples to stiff peaks under the bodice of her gown. The Golden Lion longed to suckle at her teat whilst his fingers pushed inside her, bringing her to pleasure in ways her lord husband never could. Bit harsh, there, Golden Lion.

B: Her husband’s dead, Golden Lion, show a little respect.

J: Although, Lord Stark never showed him respect.

B: But he could have equally told Lord Stark about what happened.

J: Like he would have believed him.

B: We are not having this conversation again, Jay.

J: Because you know I’m right. (laughs) Beside the Lady stood a tall, imposing figure clad in bronze armour. As his eyes flickered from lady to guardian, the Lion realised this stranger was the largest woman he had ever seen. She stood, warily, among soldiers who were not her own. Yet the Lion could taste the ripple of desire in the air. Or maybe it was the smell of her cunt, sodden with the thought of any or all of these men taking her in the rough.

B: Yes, because that’s what the Maid wants. Not to avenge her former lord’s death, but a gang bang in the middle of a war.

J: (laughs) How do you know what that is?

B: A gang bang?

J: (laughs) This podcast has changed you, Bee. Before, you barely knew what a blow job was. Now you’re talking about wanking and gang bangs. Has someone been doing some research on the side?

B: Perhaps you should carry on with the first chapter and leave my research habits alone.

J: Well, there’s only about two paragraphs left.

B: Piss off, really?

J: Yeah, chapter one barely takes up a page.

B: Oh, Gods. Well, you best finish then. You’ve still got marking to do.

J: You promised you’d help me.

B: And I will, but we need to finish the podcast first.

J: I’ll hold you to that. You know my house motto.

B: Everything’s a cereal bowl if it doesn’t leak?

J: (grunts) Or maybe it was the smell of her cunt, sodden with the thought of any or all of these men taking her. Her eyes, the blue of uncut sapphires—

B: Are sapphires a different colour when they’re cut?

J: I don’t know. We’ll have to have a jeweller on as an expert. Her eyes, the blue of uncut sapphires, strayed over his form, now forced into the dirt with his legs spread apart. The Lion knew the moment her eyes met his pulsating cock, barely restrained by the thin material. One tug and he would be exposed. One tug and he would come in the mud.

B: Not a lot of stamina.

J: (laughs) His escape had drawn ire from the camp.

B: Yes, because you killed people to escape, Golden Lion.

J: Tonight might be his last night in this world. He hoped to be fucked before they took his head. Rather than a last meal, perhaps he could talk the Lady into giving him a last cunt. Her cunt, the sapphire soldier, would do nicely. And that’s the end of chapter one.

B: That was as horrible as expected. Dare I ask what chapter two is called?

J: (laughs) A Cum Oath.

B: (sobs) Why couldn’t we have done a podcast about something else?

J: Because this is funny, and I like hearing you laugh.

B: (pause) You do?

J: Of course. It makes those uncut sapphires in your eyes just light up.

(pause)

B: Right, well, if you have any questions for us, my father, or about Off the King’s Road, feel free to email them, and hopefully we’ll answer them in our footnotes session.

J: Until then, valar morghulis.

(tourney horn plays)

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Florence Welch Interview

Transcript of Florence Welch’s interview with John Seabrook for the New Yorker Festival.

October 11th, 2019.

New York, NY.

Edited for clarity.

John Seabrook: I’m going to properly introduce you because I think a woman this accomplished needs a proper introduction. For those of you who read the New Yorker this week, let me assure you that I wrote this myself, no machine helping me. In ten years as a band, Florence and the Machine have released four chart topping, award winning studio albums. Lungs, 2009, Ceremonials, 2011, How Big, How Blue, How Beautiful, 2015, and High as Hope last year. These many-layered works weave together a range of different styles, from the bands punky first single “Kiss With a Fist,” to the rich choral and percussive tapestries of songs like “Shake It Out,” to Neo-Soul such as “Where Is the Love” (sic), and to the startlingly honest lyrics of “Hunger.” Heartbreak and loneliness rarely feel as delightful and inviting as in a Florence Welch song. The music performs the very rare trick of remaining true to its indie roots while at the same time, sounding expansive and monumental. While British listeners sometimes look to Kate Bush as a musical antecedent, here in New York, we are maybe more inclined to think of Patti Smith, in her path-finding career as a poet who found a way to address the big issues of literature, death, love loneliness, and beauty in the idiom popular song. And we are especially inclined to think of you as following Patti tonight because you are literally sitting in the seat that Patti was warming only an hour ago.

The band has also released two live albums that established themselves as major festival headliners, with a sound big enough to fill the green fields of Glastonbury and deserts of Coachella—where the artist broke her foot performing in 2015. With lyrics intimate enough to touch each individual heart in the crowd of 100,000, Florence lent her extraordinary vocal talents to Calvin Harris’ “Sweet Nothing,” and her eye for clothes and visual imagery to the band’s 29 music videos. She has also recorded several outstanding covers including “Stand By Me,” “Tiny Dancer,” and Buddy Holly’s “Not Fade Away.” And finally, and most relevant to the discussion tonight, Florence is the author of this book, “Useless Magic,” which is a 2018 collection of her lyrics, poems, journal entries, and sketches, which will serve as our primary text for this evening. Here ends the introduction.

Florence Welch: (Laughs) Thank you so much for having me. Oh, British people find it really hard to hear the things that they’ve done.

J: I know, you’re so modest. It’s hard to hear all that.

F: Everyone’s cheering and I’m like, “Oh no.” This is my nightmare.

J: Let’s take a deep breath and not talk about your accomplishments any more.

F: Okay, good. That’s done, that’s done. (Laughs)

J: Let’s talk about—you’re on a bit of a hiatus at the present from touring. Can we start there? Talk about how that happened, where that came from.

F: Yeah, of course. Well, I definitely wanted to do the New Yorker, because I love the New Yorker so much. So, this was the last thing that I said yes to. I’m very glad I did, you guys are very loud! Yeah, the last—well, I’ve been touring, oh my gosh, I’ve been touring since I was twenty-one? And it is kind of a cycle of two years of—actually we did not stop touring between Lungs and Ceremonials, because we booked a U2 tour somewhere in the middle when we were supposed to be making the next record, and they were like, “You’ve got to do this. This is pretty big.” Like, oh. Okay. And you know, that was a big thing that helped get us going in America. But I was trying to make Ceremonials as well, so yeah, Lungs and Ceremonials was just sort of one—ugh, I don’t know how long that was. Like five years of touring?

And then I had a break. And it was also kind of a breakdown (laughs). Which is what happens when you don’t stop touring for five years. But actually, I don’t know. I don’t think that was because of the touring, I think it was then when the touring stopped, all the structures that I’d been using...with touring you’re kind of very taken care of, so you can be quite a high functioning fuck-up, which is what I was. Very high functioning, but so self-destructive and with such a lack of any will to take care of myself. People take care of you on tour. Like, if you show up and do the show, people get you dressed, and you ripped all your clothes, and they’ll carry you to a plane. The thing is that I never messed up any shows, which was weird. Like I would mess up hotel rooms, and my whole life, and my relationships, and blah blah blah. But never the shows, so, I don’t know what that was about (laughs).

Then I went back on tour for How Big, How Blue, How Beautiful, after my break slash breakdown, and that was the first tour that I’d done sober and...yeah, it was amazing. The whole process of that record and kind of how heartbroken I was not just over a relationship, but also the breakdown of my relationship with partying and how those things that I thought defined me didn’t work anymore.

And this person really didn’t want to go out with me. Which now, in hindsight, I really don’t blame them for because I don’t know if you want to date someone who shows up at your house with a bottle of vodka shouting, “Why will you not go out with me?” And they’re like, “Because of this. All of this.” And I’m like, “I don’t understand!” Now I kind of really respect them for that. Like, “Oh wow, ‘cause like you had a sense of self, and you had self-respect, I get it!” But yeah, How Big, How Blue, How Beautiful, was a huge healing process, and when I came to the end of it, I did this thing where I dove straight into making High as Hope. I think I’m a person who works in extremes, so again, I didn’t stop working for...I just didn’t stop. I don’t know how to relax. I think that’s probably clear, so I started making High as Hope immediately and that meant that the next tour came around really fast. Although I would say that these shows that I’ve just done have been my favorite I’ve ever done, I loved them.

J: Where were they?

F: Well, all over the world. They were in loads of different places. But it was again, like a year and a half of travel and I’m not a natural traveler. Like I’m not—

J: You don’t like flying I think? F: Oh my god, I’m so scared of flying. It’s the worst! I had hypnotism on it and it wore off (laughs). Nobody told me that hypnotism wears off! Or I just think my anxiety is so powerful that it destroyed the hypnotism. It like, defeated it. I remember reading that the lead singer of The Liars is also really afraid of flying. I think it could be a lead singer thing as well, ‘cause you think that you are the center of the universe and if something really dramatic and catastrophic is going to happen, it should happen to you. So I think there’s a level of ego involved with the fear of flying that I’m hoping in time, I will dismantle.

I find travel in itself, and being away—especially without kind of the crutch of, you know, partying—I get lonely and it’s hard. Although I love the shows and performing, it’s such a big part of me, I...after this tour, I was just worn out by the travel. I was like, I just need to not get on planes for awhile, and I really need to just stay in one place, and try and be like, a human, because although performing runs in my veins, touring is so monotonous, and it starts to feel like you’re losing your mind—and I don’t have much left to lose. So I need it.

J: And there really isn’t any better way to do it probably, right?

F: I keep wondering. I was like, to my manager, “I’m thirty-three, I can’t sleep on a bus anymore!” She’s like, “This is how it is.” You know, I keep trying to think of ways to make it more holistic, but we’ve tried everything and there’s just no getting around the travel because people want to see you, and I’m so lucky to have the fan base in so many places that I do, and I appreciate people and I want to see them. But it means you’re going to have to sleep on a moving vehicle. Which is fucking weird (laughs). When you’re not passed out drunk it’s weird.

J: It’s not like, you curl up in your bunk and the bus takes off and you wake up in the next place the next morning?

F: I don’t know, my brain is so juttery anyway, like sleeping on something that is juttery is a nightmare for me. When I’m trying to sleep on a bus, I’m already someone who tends to get really stuck in their head, and my head is a place that rattles around, so to be in the actual physical representation of that every night, is like a nightmare. I’ve always had a hard time sleeping since I was a kid, and I’m a really light sleeper, always kind of dreaming. I don’t know if I ever get that deep, so yeah. Some things are easier when you can just pass out drunk.

J: Right. We’ll get to that part. Let’s jump back to the beginning of your career. We’re talking about a decade here, so it’s really not a great deal of time but you hit the ground running. I thought we would sort of go through your life by talking about a few songs and your professional life. We’re gonna start with “Dog Days Are Over,” which isn’t the first single I think from the album. I think—

F: “Kiss With a Fist,” yeah.

J: In a way, this is the second single, but perhaps ultimately the bigger hit from the album. I’m not sure, but I feel like this is a song where you first discovered your sound? Or at least for me, I feel like this is where I first heard your sound. Maybe for a lot of us. So I wondered if you could talk about how this song happened, and the lyrics are up here. We can talk about a few of those too. But talk a little, generally, about where this song came from, and how it fit into what work you’d been doing at the time.

F: Ehm, what was I doing? I think I was still at art college, and I—or maybe I’d dropped out?

J: You were at Camberwell College of the Arts, for one year.

F: I wasn’t a very committed art student. I made a lot of installations. I already loved patterns and fabrics and fake flowers and I’d make these big installations, and then kind of sleep in them, and pretend it was an art piece—I was just really hungover. Like, “It’s art! It’s definitely art. Don’t touch it!” I was making flyers for the first Florence and the Machine shows using the photocopier. So I’m sorry for the use of supplies and then not handing anything in.

I’d met Isa of “Isa Machine” fame. She is amazing and we kind of grew up together. She used to babysit my cousin, and then we kind of lost touch. So in South London, for awhile there was a big art collective that squatted the buildings that I lived really near, so when I was a teenager I used to break into all the squat parties, and they would bring all these christmas trees, and everyone would be wearing like, bin bags and crazy outfits, and I was like, “Oh I found them! I found my people!” I was at one of those parties and Isa was there. She was the DJ. She called herself “Laydee Isa,” but it had like seven E’s and seven Z’s. She was like “Oh, I used to babysit your cousin!” And I was like, “Heeey!” I was kind of out of it, I think. She said she had a studio, and that I should come down and make a song.

At the time, there were so many boys in bands. It was around that time of The Libertines, and The White Stripes, and The Strokes—it was a very band oriented time. So I had been writing some songs but because everything was on guitar, and I didn’t know how to play guitar, I just assumed that I would be a singer in someone else’s band, or I’d be a front-woman. I think there was a kind of internalized self-doubt as well. I know I’m not a trained musician. I didn’t have the attention span to sit and learn the piano, or the focus. I was good at singing. I think my attention span doesn’t work...I was like, “I’m already good at this thing.” I could never focus enough to properly learn, which I really regret, actually. I really regret that. So I didn’t have the sort of—I didn’t have the idea that I could make my own band basically. I thought I would be a front-person for someone else’s, but then I started writing songs, and there were so many guitarists about, and that’s how I wrote “Kiss With a Fist.”

They were kind of little gothic fairytales. There’s so much guilt and drama involved—I don’t know what I was. It was kind of like, I think I was already trying to process...I just think from an early age, I felt so much shame, and I don’t really know why. I don’t know where that came from. I think those songs were a way of trying to process what I felt was wrong about me, and through these metaphors—like, this idea that you’d done something terrible, but a bird has seen you do it. So you get the bird, and kill the bird and you eat it so that it can’t tell anybody what you did. I don’t know what the fuck I was doing. But then, you go to sleep, and you’re like, “It’s fine, I got the guy, I’m good.” But when you wake up, you try to speak, and all that comes out of your mouth is the bird singing what you did, and that’s the only thing you can say—which is so dark for a nineteen year old. I think I was just snogging people I wasn’t supposed to or something. But even before, I always felt sort of sensitive as a kid, and I don’t know. I felt like other people had a ticket to kind of get through life that I didn’t know. And how did you get that thing? And everyone seems to have a map, and I don’t. I think these songs were a way of trying to express through these little metaphors how it felt. I was already really obsessed with death in the way that you are as a teenager, and kind of imagining my own funeral all the time. I put these songs with guitars, ‘cause that’s what was around, so that would be like “Birdsong,” in which I wrote with Dev Hynes of Blood Orange. ‘Cause there were so many musicians about—like Kid Harpoon was around, Dev was playing with the Test Icicles at the time, and you could kind of play with anyone. Me and Dev were just sitting in the top room of a pub, and we kind of came up with that song just before we did a show together. That’s kind of how I would make the songs with whoever was around. Isa was sort of the first person who gave me the instrument, who was like, “Why don’t you just try and do something on this?” We called it the “shit keyboard,” it cost like 100 pounds, it was a Yamaha. It burned in a fire!

J: Before or after you used it?

F: After! It burned in a fire. She was the first person who—I think as well because she was another young woman, I think, as a female songwriter...I don’t know if this comes from, like—I had to kind of unlearn deference. I had to really stop deferring. That’s something that’s quite hard, especially when most of the people I was writing with were male. I was instinctively deferring because I was a young woman. I think with Isa, we were kind of the same age, and we kind of bossed each other around! There wasn’t any sort of power imbalance or anything. So she handed me this keyboard and she’s like, “Just do what you want.” The first song that I actually wrote, which you can tell because it’s just an ascending scale, was “Between Two Lungs,” and that was kind of the first thing that sort of felt like it really came truly from me. I was so excited by that, then that the next song we wrote was “Dog Days.” That was like, the first two. They’re not the most complicated chords, but because I never fucking played anything, I thought they were amazing! I was just like, “I’m making this sound? Can you hear this?” Like yeah, it’s fucking piano. It makes that sound for everybody. But because I was the one getting to put them in order and stuff, I just thought like, “This sounds incredible.” She only had like a little...it was in Crystal Palace, which is in South London, we didn’t really have any equipment. We stole drums from someone. The sound of the drums—which I now realize is the same beat as “People Have the Power” (Claps hands to “Dog Days'' percussive rhythm). Which is what we were doing in Patti’s show. We used pens and stuff, and it was kind of, the feeling of that song just came from a lot of enthusiasm, but not really any skill or equipment. So, that’s how it came about.

J: Can I ask you a little bit about the words in the song? “Happiness hit her like a train on a track,” and then later, “happiness hits her like a bullet in the back.” Is it happiness that’s chasing her here? Because it sounds like a celebratory song. Like, the dog days are over and now we’re gonna have some fun! But then it seems like happiness is the thing that’s after her.

F: Well it kind of always was in my mind because I would have such extreme feelings of joy but then I would end up staying out for like three days, so the happiness would always come back down to just terror and panic. I also think that my joy and excitement switch is very close to my panic switch, and I sometimes I don’t know which one is going to go. I think somehow I also equated—I was very mistrustful of happiness, and I think already by the time I was writing the song, I was a very messy person. Not like, untidy, but kind of messy emotionally. I think I’d already done quite a lot of damage to myself and others by that time. We start young in England. By the time I wrote this song, I think I was already, like...yeah, happiness hit her, like a bullet in the back, struck from a great height, by someone who should’ve known better than that. It was sort of like, I didn’t deserve this. You should know better, and I also knew I wanted to be a singer and a performer, and there is this sense that you’ve been struck from a great height, but you are the fucking wrong person (laughs).

J: Huh… okay (laughs). Let’s go from there into writing songs versus writing poetry, because the book is mainly songs, but actually there are poems in the back, and the preface has this interesting line, which I will read. “The act of singing gives the most mundane words and phrases reverence and glory, you can make a shrine out of anything.” I was just wondering, are there certain poems that don’t become songs, and why? Is there something that makes it a song, and something that makes it a poem?

F: I think the first things that I ever started writing when I was a kid was poetry. I mean it wasn’t good, but when I was seven or eight, I was writing poetry. Then I think when I started to think about actually writing my own poetry—like High as Hope is actually an album formed out of poems to begin with. It was a friend of mine called Robert Montgomery who was...he’s a poet, but also a visual artist, and he takes his poems and he turns them into big art pieces with neon lights, and he had said to me, “I think you’re a poet, and I think you should try and write some poetry.” So with that encouragement, I was like, “Okay, okay. I’ll try.” The first thing that I wrote, that wasn’t consciously in mind as a song, but it was a poem, was just a list of things that I thought I couldn’t put into a song.

J: That’s in here! That’s very interesting.

F: Yeah, it’s about getting kicked out of Topshop for drinking Rosé in the changing rooms. I was like, “I don’t know. It doesn’t sing well. So I guess it’s going here.”

J: But you also said in this poem that is not a song, “I’m not sure I can put these things into a song, these muddy trinkets, not beautiful enough. Too bloody and ragged. I always felt the songs should transcend the swamp.” F: Yeah, I think there was a way that I could use metaphor and my imagination to kind of beautify the things that had happened to me, or that I’d done, and in a way kind of own them. Like, when I talk about giving things reverence, I never wanted to actually have the songs written down because I thought that if you saw how sometimes ordinary some of the words are—like the word “kitchen sink” is in “Dog Days,” but when you’re singing something you’re turning it into a hymn almost. You’re giving it a spiritual quality, so I was worried that if the songs were written down, they would maybe lose that. So when I was writing, and I know it’s a song, I feel as if there’s a character or something that’s coming through me that’s bigger than me, and has very big ideas. It’s quite clear on things, kind of understands the bigger questions and I just have to let it happen. So when I was writing poetry, it was a different voice, and it felt like it was almost an even more personal voice because these things were just going to stay on the page. They weren’t going to be viewed with the grandeur of song. They were just going to live there, and who is that person? The drunk Topshop person?

J: You even talked about that—“This new voice, this me voice, is it conversational? Confessional?” Actually there is a poem (New York Poem (for Polly)) I put up here. This is one of the poems from the book. It’s a beautiful poem and it also has your parents and New York in it. So I thought it would give us a jumping off point for your parents. Your mother and father both appear in several of your songs, and have been part of your life. Your mother is a renaissance scholar...

F: Yeah, she is. She’s very smart.

J: And what’s her focus? What’s her specialty?

F: Her focus is the renaissance, above all else. I think even in our childhood her focus was definitely the renaissance (laughs). She’s written four or five books on renaissance studies. It’s funny, she’s always having...she’s always horrified by my exquisitiveness (sic), and how much I love clothes, and bags. But I’m like, “You write books on renaissance shopping, and when we go to museums, I have to stop you from touching things. You love stuff too! Just stuff in the past.” So she’s very interested in what people wore, and textiles, and how people shopped, so she’s read a lot of books about that. And I love shopping too, mom!

J: Didn’t she say to you, when you said you could remember every single outfit you wore, “What a horrible waste of a brain?”

F: (Laughs). I was like, “Oh, you know how I remember things mom? I remember things by what outfit I wore.” She went, “Oh what a waste of your brain.” I was dyslexic as a kid, and she’s worked so hard to get into the upper echelons of academia, and she just keeps getting more and more titles that I can’t even remember now.

J: She’s a provost.

F: Oh, she’s a provost! She’s a provost, yeah, but it just keeps going up. So I don’t know—

J: Dean?

F: No, she’s been that, yup. But I think it’s higher now.

J: So what’s next, chancellor?

F: I think that’s next! But she’s such an impressive person; she would tell me that when I was a baby she was trying to finish papers, or finish books, and she would rest me on a photocopier—it seems like me and my mum both love photocopiers. She just kept working, but I think...none of her children went into academia, and she’s a huge advocate for higher education. That was something that...I was really dyslexic when I was in school, and I couldn’t spell and I struggled at school. I mean, I still don’t think I can do my times tables. Numbers is like a foreign language to me. She’s very staunch; she’s so within herself. She’s incredibly strong, she’s been through so much. I always felt like I was unacademic, emotional, and creative, and sometimes she would look at me as if she had given birth to an octopus. Like, “What is this thing?” I always really looked up to her though, for her drive and her work ethic, and how much she...we’re both very hard workers, I think. I definitely got that from her. And obviously her love of the renaissance has affected me (laughs).

J: And your father comes from, well a journalism family, right? His father was the editor of The Spectator?

F: He was the editor of The Telegraph. I think maybe and The Spectator. I think maybe both, yeah.

J: Okay. And he was a frustrated writer? Or a wishy was-writer, became an advertising guy?

F: Yeah, I think my father is incredibly charming and charismatic and he should have been a performer, really. He is a sort of poet as well, and he was always so imaginative, and would tell me stories when I was a kid that he would then...he was like, “I’m writing a book now!” He moved to Russia when I was fourteen to write a Russian crime novel that my mother tries to pin all my therapy on. Like, I think there’s other stuff. Like not just Dad moving to Russia to write a spy novel, I think there’s other things at play.

J: Did that in fact have a big effect on you?

F: I don’t think it was just that (laughs). I think she’s deflecting slightly. He’s a really creative person and actually he was much more encouraging of me going into the arts. My mother was so desperate for me to go to university. She just didn’t see music. She saw music as a dangerous career, it wasn’t a “forever” career, she was worried I was going to get hurt. She was like, “Get a degree, get some stability, and then do your music thing.” She would, every time I got paid, be like, “It’s not forever money. Put that away.”

But my father, he was always—I mean they’re divorced, so they were like two sides of, you know—they had very different opinions about lots of things. So they didn’t work together. He’s a true bohemian at heart, and he tour-managed us for our whole tour that we did with MGMT around Europe, and England. He did it in his camper-van! MGMT offered us this tour, and it was the first tour we’d ever got. It was a huge break for us actually. We didn’t have any money, and we couldn’t afford a tour bus, so my dad took his sundance camper-van, and we drove all the way around Europe! I mean, MGMT are out there, but I think they thought we were really crazy. So we would just show up there, pots and pans clanking, like, “We’re here!” The first show we did—I mean, I did the show as an early, pre-Lungs era shows where I’d be wearing one of Rob’s t-shirts, drunk and screaming and that was the show. It was excellent (laughs). Then I fell off some speaker stacks. We all had to share a dressing room, as well. That was really cute. Then MGMT came off stage after that show, and they all came off stage, and they’re all like, “Oh my god. The ghost Andy Worhol was in the fucking audience.” Then my dad walked in.

J: Oh, that was your dad? F: It was my dad! Because he had this grey hair, and he kind of dressed as an Andy Worhol, and was right up front. I was like, “Yeah, this is my father, who is managing us.” Then I moved from the tour bus, and then I brought my girlfriend on tour with me. I was like, “Yeah, just come with us!” We got banned from MGMT’s tour bus for being a bad influence (laughs). Which, if you know MGMT, that’s a big achievement.

J: Yeah, that’s a big achievement. Congratulations! Well that gets me into the next subject, which is drinking. Which we both have in common.

F: (Laughs) J: So after the success of Lungs, you were thrown into the world of success and fashion. In particular, you became a darling of fashion. You did the costume ball—anyway, when you read your interviews from that time, you bragfully...in interviews you’re falling apart! You’re drinking at your hotel—you set your hotel room at the Bowery hotel on fire? But the bar bill was more than the hotel damage cost!

F: Yeah, it is (laughs).

J: Anyway, I guess it’s not surprising that with this life came drinking, but it got to a point where it was not manageable.

F: Yeah, I remember waking up and I mean, when you wake up and there’s a huge flame mark on the side of your room, but you’ve been asleep in that room, and you’ve got to figure out where it came from, you’re like, “Was there a fire? And I slept through it? Dope.” Like that is really...I called my publicist at the time, and was like, “Something’s happened!” He was like, “Oh my god, yes, ‘cause there’s a huge bill on my credit card.” I was like, “I think it was the fire.” That was the bar tab. The fire was cheaper than the bar tab.

It was hard. I’ve grown up in South London, and that whole scene is like punk on a pirate ship, it’s sort of pirate folk, and everyone fends for themselves, and the whole gig is like an extended drinking game where you just have to play in the middle. And the game carries on. It was just like an interlude. That is the scene that I grew up in, and I was kind of insecure, I think, about singing pop music.

J: In your family? F: Just in general, and I kind of thought as a way to subvert that, I would just party the hardest. I think as it was a very kind of male dominated scene—like the indie scene that I came up in—it was also a way to kind of outdo everyone. I was very proud of the fact that I could drink as much—and more—than all of the guys. I was the only woman on the first NME tour, and we were opening and they were fucking terrified of me. I think I came into the second show with a black eye, dressed as a bat, jumping off things. I think that’s kind of what I understood, that that was rock and roll, and if you couldn’t go the hardest, you were letting rock and roll down. You were letting these legendary people down.

I was someone who struggled with hangovers, just because I could go...I had insane endurance, but also people would come up to me who I thought were the craziest drinkers and drug-takers I’d ever met, and be like, “Woah. You go harder than anyone I’ve ever met!” I was like, “Oh my god.” But I’ve always had a lot of energy, but I think really why I would stay out for so long is my...you know that sense of shame I spoke about in the beginning? That was there before any of the drinking and the drugs. I already had that. Then to escape that, you know, it would give me an escape from that, but the things I did, or the things I would say, or the way I would treat people just confirmed the way that I felt as a kid. It was just like, you are bad. There is something wrong with you, and then I would carry on trying to escape it in that way, but it would just keep getting worse.

My psyche is pretty fragile; I’m not actually someone who should have a lot of stimulants. They gave me a vitamin shot today, and I’m like, “I’m fucked. I’m high on vitamins! I’m going to have to go to hospital for vitamin overdose!” That’s from a b12 shot. So I don’t know what I thought I was doing when I was partying. Some people are tough, I’m kind of a fragile person. I have a fragile sense of self. The hangovers that I had didn’t seem normal, they were like, “I’m dying. I can’t think, I can’t breathe, like I feel like my skin is—” Maybe it’s ‘cause I drank more than everyone else? I don’t know, but it’s a particular quality that was telling me this does not work for me, but I kept doing it, again and again, and it was always the same feeling. You’ve been doing that in whatever way since you were fourteen, and by the time you get to 27, it’s just—ugh. I didn’t want to feel that way anymore, and it was so repetitive. At some point, the fun bit had gone. As much as I tried to get it back, I just couldn’t. When the fun goes, I’m sorry to tell you if any of you are umming and ahhing, it does not come back. The first year that I stopped, I felt like I’d really lost a really big part of who I was, and how I understood myself. I also felt like I was letting down rock and roll history ‘cause I couldn’t cope. I had to kind of rebuild from scratch a little bit. The thing is that now, I don’t know, it’s almost like the idea of rock and roll that we had...we’ve seen it so many times, it doesn’t end well. I don’t want to be part of that story. J: The 27 year old story.

F: Yeah, I was 27 when I stopped and my mum, literally the speech she gave at my party, where I’d arrived already out of my mind drunk; like I was on the table and she was trying to make a speech. She was like, “Please, just keep her alive. Please.” I laughed about it at the time, but if I think about it now it makes me feel so sad for my mum and how scared she must have been. I feel like at that point there’s...this poem is kind of about that, because I felt like there was a split, there is the person who carried on partying, and didn’t come back. So there’s this ghost version of me. Then there was the person who got to carry on living, and doing the things that I’ve done. It really feels much more rock and roll than anything I ever did when I was drinking. I was doing shows, and connecting with people, and that to me—especially with everything going on in the world—to be conscious and to be present and to really feel what’s going on, even though it’s painful, it feels much more like a truly reborn spirit of rock and roll. It feels like that’s what it should be about right now.

J: The last album was sober, and this song is a remarkable song. It’s maybe not specifically about drinking, but it’s confessional nature I think is what’s a part of whatever transformation you went through. So could you have written [Hunger] as a drinking person? Or do you feel something changed in your songwriting?

F: Oh my god, no. I could have never, ever. I don’t think I could have written this song. I couldn’t have even written this for How Big, How Blue, How Beautiful. In the recording of How Big, How Blue, How Beautiful, I was sober but a lot of the songs weren’t sober because I’d written them when I was drinking, so it was like trying to pull things that were just a big mess. Like, “Okay.” I was in a terrible state. In your first year of your sobriety you’re just insane. So I definitely couldn’t have written it then, but sort of four years down the line, what started to happen was I decided to see underneath—’cause when you’re out there drinking there’s so much surface chaos. You literally can’t see beyond what you did last night as you’re trying to clean that up, and make sure nobody finds out what happened, and who saw? And was there a camera phone? You’re just living in this constant...you can’t ever get any further than the drama that just happened yesterday. So after some time, and some time getting to re-know myself, I started looking at the stuff that was underneath that, that was at the core of it. That’s when I felt able to write this song. I think also I just wasn’t so ashamed of myself at the time. When you’re drinking like I was, you carry around so much shame, and so much of that has lifted that I felt able to say and be honest about things that I just never, ever would have.

When I was really in disordered eating, I would make pacts to myself every night that I will never tell anyone. That was the thing. You can carry on what you’re doing, but you can never tell. Living with that kind of—

J: You kept that promise, because I think when your sister saw this song, she read the first lines, and said she never knew.

F: No, she didn’t. Like, my mum didn’t know. My sister was like, “You better tell mom. You’re putting this out as a big pop song.” I was terrified. I was so scared. I luckily had really good people around. I had my manager, Hannah Giannoulis; she heard this song, and she… I was doing it as a thought experiment. I was never going to release it. I was like, “This is an experiment. This is not for public consumption.” And she heard it, and was like, “This is a really important song.” I was really scared. I was so scared of anger. I’m really bad with anger anyway, but I think it’s because I have so many years of internalized anger against myself for what I was doing, or the way I was behaving that to say it, I expected anger. I expected people to be furious with me for putting something like this out there in a song. I tried to put it off, I pushed back the whole touring schedule. Actually when it was released, people were so kind. I don’t think I gave people enough credit. It was so liberating and it changed me as a performer actually, because once you’ve said your most shameful thing, it’s almost like you’ve got nothing left to lose. So the performances just became so much more open and free, and also when the people who listen to your music accept you at your worst, it is the most beautiful thing. I felt so connected with people on this tour. I’m so grateful to everyone.

#florence welch #florence + the machine #fatm #edited for clarity aka removing florence's adorable rambling that she always does while she collects her thoughts #i love this interview so so much but the quality is pretty poor and therefore pretty inaccessible to non-fluent engl speakers and hoh people #so i put my typing skills to work #if there are any other interviews you'd like transcribed let me know!#this is how i'm putting off writing oof oof oof #also really cant tell if she's saying mom or mum? it sounds like when shes referring to her she says mum #but then if shes speaking to her its mom

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Save me + J. Jungkook

Slytherin!Jungkook x Ravenclaw!Reader

Genre- Slow Burn, Angst, Fluff, Smut (Hogwarts!au)

Warnings: Oral (Female) , Fingering, Spanking, Guks massive pp, The OC whines a lot, Rough sex, cock warming, a lot of cum oops, impregnation kink? Kinda, nipple play, bondage, dirty talk, name calling, very very brief hair pulling, did i mention spanking??, this is my first time writing smut pls be kind ;-; , is that all? For warnings? Also brief mention of injuries and brief peril

Word Count: 13.9k (i am so sorry)

Early November air whipped around in gusts of wind on the castle grounds, and all through the corridors. You pulled up the blue and muted grey scarf tighter around your neck- your nose was turning red due to the harsh cold. Pulling your dry hands into the sleeves of your large grey jumper, you kicked a loose stone with your high top converse. The black and white shoes were an early gift from your parents. Chilly air poked through the holes in your jeans, as you walked down the steps towards Hagrid’s cabin. The messenger bag slung around your body slapped lightly against your hip as you jogged across the damp field of grass and through the familiar garden of the giant.

Bowing slightly to Buckbeak- the hippogriff in which you adored, you rapped your knuckles lightly against the large, wooden door. Hearing a few heavy footsteps, the door then swung open revealing a very overly dressed Hagrid- in an atrocious orange tie.

Holding back a giggle, you looked up at the man and smiled.

“Hello Hagrid,” you said in a quiet voice, rocking back and forth on the heels of your feet.

“Y/n! How are yer? Come in it’s freezin’,” He said in his deep voice as he opened the door wider to allow you to come in. Shuffling forward, you walked into the small hut; warmth immediately. Fang sat in the corner, a deep nasally snore coming from him.

“Aye sorry I can’t stay long, but I appreciate ye watching Fang while I am away fer the week.” Pulling the scarf away from your neck a bit you shrugged.

“You know you never need to ask Hagird. I am always happy to watch Fang, and besides this is important for Buckbeak, and you of course.” You said sitting in one of the large rocking chairs, feet barely touching the ground.

Nodding vigorously, “Ah- always so kind ye are, aye should be back in two days.”He stated grabbing his umbrella and various parchments. Nodding you smiled and gave a thumbs up. Closing the door, it was just you and silence.

Oh and well Fangs constant snoring of course.

The sound of Fang’s insensitive barking startles you to awaken. Jolting from your sleeping position on the large pillow by the fireplace, which was now dimmed and only auburn embers remained. Sitting up, the astrology book in which was in your lap fell with a soft thud, pushing your messy hair out of your face, you blinked a bit rubbing your eyes behind your large circular glasses. The lavender marble frames- in which you only wore alone- fell on the dip of your nose. Hastily pulling them off, you grabbed your wand and whipped your head over to fang.

“Fang!”, you whisper shouted, getting up of the floor, the array of blankets tangling in your feet as you struggled to get up. He continued to bark inquisitively at the closed door. Furrowing your brows you walked over the gripped the brass knob; holding the over sized mutt back a bit. Peeking your head out the door- the garden was dark, the sky lit only by the full moon and stars. Torches lit the castle grounds above the slope of the hill, which were a bit blurry due to your lack of glasses. The Whomping Willow was silent, branches moving with the slight breeze. Scanning the garden once more, something seemed off.

Barely stepping out the door, Fang quickly took the opportunity and sprinted between your legs making you lose balance and fall forward onto the damp ground.

“Oof,” was the sound that came out of your mouth as you fell face first on the dirt. Pain shot up your nose briefly, not having time to register the damage to your body you quickly rolled over and looked to see Fang running towards the Forest. Eyes widening you ran towards him in a jumble of limbs.

“Fang! Fang stop!”, shouting desperately at the dog as you unknowingly ran into the danger of the forest.

Trees blurred past you, the dark mingled behind the wide trees as they casted a shadow over the moon.

“Lumos!” you said as you ran forward more, and more until your lungs hurt, shouting the dogs name multiple times. After what felt like hours, you found Fang in an opening by a frozen lake. Coming to a stop and huffing a bit, puffs of the chilly night came out, pinching your cold cheeks.

“Fang thank good-,” You stopped, mid-sentence with your mouth wide open, multiple wolves surrounded him. The grimy, grey fur, slick with dirt and dew. There were about 7 of them, all teeth bared and growling at the other dog before them. Shaking a bit, you opened your mouth and thought nothing came out but oh boy you were wrong.

“Hey! You mutts!,” the growling stopped momentarily as they whipped their heads towards you, mouth pulled back once again into a snarl. Pulling a dung bomb from your pocket, thank god for Ron’s brothers; you held it in-front of you. “Come and get me.”

Throwing the bomb onto the ground, it went off into an abyss of thick smoke, as you ran the diagonal through the smoke and around the pond. Snarls and whines emitted from the haze. Running pass the smoke with ease, you spotted Fang running the other way.

“Fang!” Immediately he stalled from his running and shot over to you, running beside him and halting for a second- breath ragged.

“Fang! Go please! Go get help!” you pleaded with the dog then you continued to run deeper into the forest, the dog stalled and whimpered-but immediately retraced back sensing the distraction was clearing up and the wolves weren’t happy.

Hearing his paws run the opposite direction, you continued to run and didn’t stop. The wolves weren’t too far behind you, hearing the leaves and rock being kicked up from the ground. Tears welled your vision,

“Reducto!” You cried as a burst of white fell from the tip of your wand, blasting into a tree, turning back for a split second- the dead tree narrowly missed the wolves as they were still on your trail.

Shutting your eyes briefly you willed your legs to go a bit faster, the back of your shoes nearly hitting your thighs as you ran to anywhere.

Please. You thought.

Distracted by your thoughts, the wolf behind you took advantage of your distraught and pulled the back of your pant leg, biting in the skin of your calf.

A scream ripped through your mouth as you fell forward onto the ground, your illuminated wand dropping in the process. Hands grabbing the earth beneath you, as the wolf held onto your leg and dragged you across the ground. Eyes welling with tears, you thrashed and kicked and screamed. The last bit of adrenaline hit you as you kicked the wolf in the face, his grip loosening as you launched forward and made a strangled grab for your wand. Vision going fuzzy, your hands barely grazed the cool wood before the wold pounced on your back. Screaming in agony you tried to push it off you but it snarled and bit at you. Flipping onto your back as you thrashed your head back and forth to avoid getting bitten, with the little strength you had you pushed the wolf of you- not before it got a clean slash against the smooth expanse of your cheekbone.

A sob ripped through your throat as you stumbled and pushed back on the heels of your shoes. The growling intensified as you looked up to see a jet black, figure jump above you- teeth bared and the matted fur was the last thing you saw as you held up your hands in front of your face. Eyes held shut for the second - feeling the dingy fur brush your hand for a split second, then it was gone.

“Stupefy!” a voice echoed through the abyss of the forest. A whine ripping through the air as the wolf fell off to the side of you. Multiple spells were being shot, but you kept your arms blocked in front of you. What felt like hours, eventually the snarling and the voice stopped.

Silence.

Breathing heavily, you removed your arms from your face, mouth parted as you looked at the carnage before you- wolves all laid on the damp forest floor. Scooting back a bit you felt dizzy all of a sudden- the adrenaline finally wearing off as you became fully aware of the dull ache in your calf. Eyes fluttering shut, your body began to submit to the spots darkening your vision.

“Shit, y/n!” it was the voice again, shaking your head a bit, you felt a dull thud in the back of your skull. A few seconds passed and then large hands cupped your face, blinking through the pain you looked up at your savior.

“Jungkook?” You said with bewilderment in your voice, your words slightly slurred. You could somewhat make out the outline of his sharp jawline and smooth skin in the dark but other than that you only heard his voice.

“Hey, y/n stay with me, c’mon,” he said, lifting you up into his embrace. Warmth immediately enveloped you. “C’mon love, you can make it,”

“Jeon.” You whispered.

Before the spots intermingled and made darkness.

Slowly blinking, you began to open your eyes. The morning light blinded you a bit as it shone through the drapery-little flecks of dust falling slowly in the light. Blinking a few more times you woke up. Rubbing your eyes, you looked up at the rafters, the light oak cris-crossing. Confused you sat up but immediately regretted your decision, feeling lightheaded.

You were in the infirmary, the smell of disinfectant welcomed you. Blinking a few times, you then recalled last nights events, sparking through your mind harshly.

Fang.

Wolves.

Bite.

Jungkook.

Shuffling slightly between the thick, off-white sheets, you pulled the covers off your legs, wincing a bit as you looked at your calf. It was wrapped in thick, white, bandages, making it hard to move your leg. You peered down at it and wiggled your toes a bit.

Well those still work at least.

Looking around you, the privacy stands were up around you, even though it seemed as if you were the only student present. Looking at your bedside table, a glass of water was present. Grabbing the cool glass between your finger tips, you quickly drank it, the coolness settling in your throat. Pulling the cup away from your mouth you set it down on the table. Well almost.

The gods decided to fuck you over and of course you miss that inch off the table and the glass shatters on the floor. The sound resonated a bit loudly through the infirmary. Squinting a bit, you didn’t want too make a fuss and call for help, you got up carefully out of the bed. The morning air nipped a your bare legs, the blue hospital gown fell slightly off your shoulder, as the material went down below your knee. Hobbling on the uninjured foot- you bent down and began to pick up the shards of glass. Wishing you had your wand you knew this could be an easy fix but again, the gods hated you this day.

About to pick up the last shard, a quiet tug of the privacy stand doesn’t make way to you ears. The doe-eyed boy looks at you in amusement. Clearing his throat for a second, he grabs your attention.

You squeak and whip around, the glass falling from your palm. Your hands grip the table behind you, as you look at the young man who now stands in front of you. Your eyes are wide, as you take in his appearance.

Clean black and white converse, lead up to black slacks held up by a black belt. A green and silver turtle-neck sweater hugs his muscular figure well, which is under a white medic coat. Rings adorn his veiny hands, as it grips onto a clipboard. Looking up at him, his hair is black and wavy, slightly falling into his eyes. The circular glasses rest on his pert nose.

Blinking again, you feel warmth creep up your cheeks. As you blink for what it feels like the millionth time.

Jungkook grins his bunny looking smile at you. Cute.

All of a sudden, you feel a stinging sensation on your cheekbone, flinching you bring your fingers up to it. What the-!

Footsteps stride to you quickly, looking up Jungkook grabs your hand and pulls you forward, yelping at the sudden intrusion, you lose footing on your bad leg and fall into him. His hand holding the clipboard drops it on the bed, as he makes haste to stabilize you.

“Whoa,” he says a laugh bubbling in his throat, as his large palm grips your waist and lowers you on the bed. Blinking again, you look at him as he still holds your wrist in his hand.

Looking at you intently, he grazes his finger tips on your jawline as he turns your cheek; his bottom lip in between his teeth. You feel a warmth creep up your neck, as you cast your eyes down from his look.

Sighing, he excuses him self for a moment. Confused you wait patiently as he returns with a swab and a bottle of some sort of oil.

“Sorry love,” he mumbles dipping the swab in the minty smelling oil, “this is gonna sting a bit.”

Nodding, you hold your breath from the nickname he says to you but as well as the quick pain that you are about to feel. He shuffles forward a bit and dabs the cool oil on the cut. Biting your lip as you whimper a bit, he mumbles a ‘sorry’ and hurries.

Looking up at him as he finishes, he smiles at you, heat fills your cheeks again. Geez woman get a grip. Clearing your throat, you speak for the first time.

“Um t-thank you. For saving me.” You say shyly gripping the fabric of your hospital robe in between your fingers. Looking up at him, he nods and quirks a one sided smile.

“You’re lucky I found you __. No, you’re lucky I was walking back from the train station and Fang found me.” He says as he scribbles notes on the clipboard. You look down at your hands as they clench the fabric. He continues, “You are also very fortunate you came out only with a week on crutches, and a scar on your cheek.”

Your hand reached up and touched the healing wound on your cheekbone. Scrunching your brows a bit- you look at him, “But can’t you just heal the injuries I-I,” he shakes his head, the silver hoops in his ears slightly swinging.

“...these were werewolves, thank god; it wasn’t the last phase of the moon cycle, or you could have been transformed or worse-,” He breaths through his nose, and sighs. Head held low, you nod at his words.

“__, shit. I was worried okay? I know we don’t talk a lot, and that you’re very shy, and I just-,” The young man stumbles on his words. Looking up at him, you smile- a closed mouth one.

“I appreciate the sentiment, Jungkook. I am glad you came to my aide despite us not being close friends,” You say with sincerity. And you did mean it. You didn’t have many friends, considering the fact that you were quiet and sometimes shy. Hermione took a liking to you immediately due to your interests in academics, other than that though- you kept to yourself.

Jungkook stared at you for a few moments, his bottom lip held in between his lips as if he wanted to say something, but all he did was give a simple nod.

“Alright, I suppose. You’re free to go, Hermione should be bringing you your clothes.. yeah.” His words wandering off as he looked down at his clipboard. Internally sighing, you decide to bite your tongue wishing you could just admit you don’t mind being saved- as long as he is always there to catch you.

The crutches that you had to use felt like they were becoming more and more of a hassle than help. Getting out of bed was less enjoyable than usual, and navigating around the castle grounds was impossible. You sighed as you laid in bed, rubbing the sleep away from your eyes. The midnight blue drapery moved a bit- the windows were open and sent a slight breeze into the room.

Yawning, you sat yourself up and hobbled over to the large window, sticking your head slightly out, something cold bopped your nose. Startled you blinked for a sec and used the back of your jumper sleeve to wipe at the sudden wetness.

“What the-,” you mumbled as you looked up, icicles littered the awning above you. The slick ice dripped down in a steady pattern, calm. Breathing, the cool air fell from your mouth in short breaths. Eyes wide you looked in front of you.

Thick, white snow was casted on the lake and train tracks, it traveled to the mountains, little spots of vegetation sticking out beneath it. Flecks of snow fell carefully as they stuck to the bricks of the castle. You laughed and breathed in the cool, clean air. Taking it in as long as you could, you then remembered today was the Hogsmead trip, but due to your injury you weren’t going to be able too attend. Sighing, as a sweltering disappointment built up in your chest- you decided to send Hermione an owl asking if she would pick you up some sweets and a new book.

Hobbling once again to your bed, you pushed on your abnormally large reading lenses and opened the chest at the end of your bed, looking for parchment and a quill. Scrawling down the letter quickly- you were about to send your own owl off when all of a sudden a screech came and something knocked into the window. Jumping a bit, you squinted and went over to the window. Cautiously you looked over to the side of the window - about a foot -- and there on the ledge was a hazel owl that was now sandwiched into the cobblestone of the wall. Blinking a few times the owl eventually regained it composure and looked at you, cocking its head to the side.

You noticed the parchment in its mouth, hesitating a bit you held your hand out to the owl and grabbed the letter. You looked at the bird for a second and then it hooted and left. Blinking once again you looked down at the square parchment in your hand. Opening it warmth immediate seeped into your cheeks, ----

Hey __!

I wanted to tell you, you should be able to come off those crutches today! And just try and walk on the boot :) Come by in a few days so I can look at how your leg is doing -- don’t forget to take the pain medicine.

xx, jk

The messy scrawl printed on the parchment plain and clear to you. You smiled a bit, a hoot brought you out of your thoughts. You turned around and looked at your black and white owl, her beedy eyes held a sense of amusement.

“No, that’s ridiculous, he couldn’t like me-- I mean have you seen that man, compared to me. Absurd. Absolutely--,” your voice trailed off as you looked at the paper.

“Absurd,” you ended quietly.

After sending the letter to Hermione, you decided to go to the library and read for a bit -- due to Christmas break approaching the assignments were very minimal. You were still in your room, debating whether or not crutches were a good idea or not, despite what Jungkook said or not.

Knowing the grounds were going to be pretty much empty today, you decided it was as good as now to visit the library and check out some books that students normally have. Sighing, you hobbled over to your chest and looked for something to wear. It was exceptionally cold today so you pulled on a thick blue jumper, over a grey flannel, and some black jeans- struggling a bit to get the leg over your injury. Pulling on a new pair of white converse- courtesy of Hagrid who felt guilty about the whole incident. Having an internal battle with yourself- you decided to wear the bulky boot. Grudgingly pulling it over the bandage, and pulling at the velcro a bit.

Your unruly hair was stuffed under a grey beanie, as you slung your messenger bag over your shoulder. Huffing a bit with effort, you really were already regretting the choice of not using crutches today. But, you were determined to heal faster, after the skin healed- then you were able to walk fine- nodding to yourself with determination, you hobbled down to the library.

It was practically empty in the expanse of the large library. Shelves piled high with books- the spines littered with words and incantations. OWL’S were coming up soon and you wanted to get a head start on outlining. Potions were going to be a pain in the ass due to the fact that Snape absoutlety detested you- and your ability to make potions like it was nothing. You never particularly did anything wrong to him, in fact you never talked in that class, but due to you being a muggle born and one of the best in the year, he still despised you.

Groaning as you thought of the workload in which would be placed upon you in the upcoming weeks, you sucked it up and started looking for books.

A few minutes have passed and you already held three books in the small expanse of your arms- along with some scrolls, you needed one more but the world is a big, and cruel place, and you are on the smaller and shorter scale of that spectrum. Peering up at the shelf, you needed the burgundy spined book on astrology and constellations. You could use accio, but you forgot your wand in your bag back at the couch you were seated. Or you could use wandless magic, but last time that happened you got a bloody nose due to your pronunciation being wrong. Sighing, you were stubborn and injured and wanted to get the books in one go.

Pursing your lips, you decided to tiptoe it. Reaching up, you strained your arm as far as it would go, trying to keep as much weight as possible off your injured leg.

“Almost,” you huffed under your breath, you could feel goosebumps rise on your spine as your sweaters bunched forward with your reach. But the god’s decided to fuck you over this day, because you bumped the desk connected to the tall shelf a bit too hard and it vibrated into the shelf, which caused multiple books to tumble from their spots on the shelf.

“Watch out!” you didn’t even hear the footsteps approach you as you fell on your behind, dropping the books and scrolls in a heap on the dirtied wooden floor. You looked up, and saw Jungkook stalled in front of you bracing your body from the books that were about to fall on you.

Out of instinct, you held up your hand and did the thing you told yourself not to do.

“Impedimenta!” You said through panic, the books came to a slow until they rested on the ground. Breathing a bit heavily, you were a bit confused as you looked at your hand. Why the hell did that seem so intense? You thought to yourself. Slowly you looked up at Jungkook, whose hands were still caging you into the shelf behind you.

Warmth once again creeped up your cheeks as he looked down at you. A yellow button up under a black bomber jacket, hugged his form. Acid washed jeans, and his usual belt, encompassed muscular thighs, with rips on each knee, and his usual converse. He grinned and tilted his head at you, the small silver hoops dangled with his movements. His dark hair was parted on one side- little pieces of hair blocking his forehead. His circular glasses -- similar to yours but significantly smaller, were perched on his pert nose.

Realizing you were staring, the man above you cleared his throat.

“Soo, are you just gonna sit down there? Or come with me to Hogsmeade?” his smooth voice said to you. Snapping your head up to him, your mouth was parted-- slightly resembling a dead fish.

“M-me?” you said still looking up at him, chuckling he smiled at you.

“No, Nearly Headless Nick. Yes you sweetheart,” Jungkook grinned at you, his nose slightly scrunching with the movement. You gaped at him for a second, heat flushing to the tips of your ears. Then you smiled,

“Sound’s like fun.”

“This is not fun,” you mumbled under the thick wool of your scarf, as you and Jungkook walked along the cobblestone roads of Hogsmead. There was hustle and bustle all around, as shop keepers decorated for the holidays. Luckily the snow was a light drizzle, as the flecks stuck to the bangs of your hair. As much as you loved Christmas you usually spent it alone due to your parents being busy with their muggle jobs; traveling and whatnot. Sighing you pulled the sleeves of your jumper over your hands a bit, a habit that you did when you were nervous.

Jungkook was trailing slightly in-front of you, carrying a bag of sweets from Honey dukes in which he purchased for you as a thank you. You both just left from the Three Broomsticks, after enjoying a Butterbeer, and now were on your way back to the castle before the night settled in.

As you were passing the shrieking shack, you noticed the strap of your boot came undone, stopping a second to lean down and re-attach it, you then felt something cold and wet hit the side of your face. Gasping a bit from the sudden intrusion, you looked up at whoever in Merlin’s beard threw a snowball at you.

Jungkook stood a few yards away, his rosy lip held between his teeth trying to contain his laughter. He already had another snowball at the ready, stepping a bit forward advancing towards you. You inhaled through your open mouth, the breath present in front of you.

“Y-you did, not.” you gaped, looking up at him through your lashes. He winked at you.

“Oh yes, I did sweetheart.” he said throwing another ball of death at you. Squealing you ducked and began to gather up some of the crystallized ice beneath your feet and whipping up quickly to hurl at his stupid, beautiful face. He laughed dropping the bag of sweets and his satchel, quickly ducking behind some bushes, as you hurled the snowball at him.

Laughing as you bent down again to gather up more snow, it went quiet for a split second, confused you looked up in the direction of where Jungkook was supposedly hiding. Furrowing your brows, you stood up from your crouched position, the snowball numbing the tips of your fingers.

“Jungkook?” you called into the brush, the only response you received though was the quiet whistle of the wind, making the tall evergreen trees bristle against one another. Taking a hesitant step forward, you drew your wand from your boot and pointed it at the brush.

Stepping closer, you peered over the bush cautiously- about the drop the snow-!

“GOTCHA!” Jungkook jumped out of the bush, and tackled you onto the pillowed canvas.

A soft ‘oof’ left your mouth as you fell backwards, breathing a bit heavy you looked up at the grey sky- snow softly fell onto your flushed cheeks. Blinking you craned your neck up to look at the man baby on top of you. Jeon grinned at you, soft puffs of air escaped his mouth as he fought a grin. Blinking again, you were in quite a compromising position. His knees on either side of your waist, while one of his hands held your waist and the other cupping your back to break your fall. Both your hands at your side, one holding a snowball- the other your wand.

Grunting, “Your heavy, get off me fatty,” you whined kicking your feet, pouting at him. He laughed at you, tightening his grip on your waist.

“Aw, but sweetheart, I quite like this position,” leaning a bit closer to you. Your breath hitched a bit as you felt his warm breath tickle your ear and his slightly chapped lips nibble at the shell.

“You look so pretty under me,” he whispered, biting the skin. You were positive your face was flushed, you parted your lips as a soft groan left your mouth as Jungkook continued to suck on the area behind your ear. Your hands loosened on your wand, and the snowball numbed your fingers by that point.

His lips left a warm trail down your neck as he then began to suck on the skin between your clavicle. Whining, you unintentionally lifted your hips, but Jungkook was quicker as his hand gripped your hips stopping them from moving. Pulling back a bit to trail up to your jaw he stopped at the corner of your lips,

“Stop moving love, don’t make me take you in the snow- especially if you’re still injured,” he rasped into skin. He moved back down to your neck, puckering a few kisses here and there, you groaned. Eyes fluttering here and there, pulling your hands from above you- you gripped Jungkook’s hair and pulled him up to you. Looking him in the eye, his lips were swollen and had a sheen. He was breathing sparsely, eyes dark as he dragged his lip between his teeth.

“Kiss me,” you practically whined as he dug his fingers into the suppleness of your hips.

“With pleasure,” he practically growled as he dug his hips into yours, as a moan ripped from your mouth, but it was silenced as his warm mouth met yours.

He pulled you into him, his hand on your hips- dragging your hands from his hair he held your hands above your head as he continued his assault on your mouth. He tasted like raspberries from the sweets, and butterscotch. He kissed you deeply, holding you to his lips. Pulling your bottom lip back, he went back in sneaking his tongue into the seams of your lips. Breathing harshly you let him consume you, as you whined grounding your hips into his. You felt something hard poke at the inner part of your thigh.

“J-jung-,” not being able to form cohesive sentences, as his lips and tongue ravished you. Pecking your lips a few more times, he stopped and looked down at you. Your eyes fluttered open, as his face came into view. His jaw was clenched as his hands gripped your wrists a bit tighter. He leaned down close to you, so close your breaths intermingled. Licking his lips, he rested his forehead against you.

“You see what you do to me?” he rasped, bucking his hips to show his point. Moaning you tilted your head back lifting your hips to get something, anything. Jeon groaned, circling his hardness against you- rutting harder and harder.

You whined into his neck, as he gritted his teeth Jungkook came to his senses and started to slow down.

“No, Jungkoo-,” he hushed you with his lips, puckering them against you.

“Sweetheart, as much as I want to do ungodly things to you, I can’t- at least not now,” he spoke quietly into your mouth. You held a breath as he pulled away, and quirked a grin at you. Blinking a few times, you nodded at him as he pulled away. Well that was … something. He didn’t even help you up, you were confused. Did I do something wrong? You thought to yourself.

As you pulled yourself up from the ground, you begin to pat the snow off you, Jungkook was holding the bag of sweets. He was kicking the snow, and looking down at his feet.

Twisting your hands in your scarf you held in a breath, “Hey, did I do something wrong? I am sorry if-,”

“We should get back before the school before it gets dark, yeah?” He said, a bit stern while looking down at his shoes still. You opened your mouth to speak again, but decided to not say anything. You two walked in silence back to the grounds, the only thing lingering was the howl of the wind and your shoes padding on the snow.

Three weeks. It’s been three weeks since Jeon Jungkook has spoken to you. As soon as you got back from Hogsmeade, he handed you the bag of sweets and bid you a good night. As you walked back to your room that night, you couldn’t help but feel sad, this was the first time a boy has shown interest in you and a friendship.

The bag of sweets still remained unopened in the corner of your room.

You were sitting at breakfast, picking at your oatmeal which looked as sad as you. Lazily stirring the spoon in the lumpy liquid you looked up at Hermione sitting in front of you, a look of concern in her eye.

“__, you’ve been stirring that bloody spoon in that oatmeal for 10 minutes now, it’s gonna get cold.” She chastised you, with a teasing grin.

“How unfortunate,” you mumbled pushing the bowl away from you. An awkward silence passed, as you picked at your manicured nails.

“__, it’ll-,” Suddenly the quidditch team came bursting in through the Great Hall. Your head whipped up to see a mesh of students dressed Emerald and Burgundy quidditch clothing. All rooting and cheering, tossing the leather ball around.

Among the bunch was none other than Jeon Jungkook. He smiled as his teammates punched him and ruffled his hair, a wide grin spread across his dimpled face. His raven hair was curly and almost went past his brow.

“How is he so tan in the winter?” Hermione elbowed you. Grunting you chugged your butterbeer and shrugged.

“Dunno, don’t care, can I borrow the time-turner?” You said standing up, grabbing your satchel. Hermione eyed you for a moment. You held your hand out, she rolled her eyes and plucked the gold jewelry from under her shirt.

“Don’t lose it brat,” She said slapping it in your hand. You waved her off muttering a ‘yeah, yeah mom’ under your breath as you walked away.

“Don’t forget to come to the match today with me! You promised!” She shouted across the great hall as you exited.

Flipping her off, you turned the corner and headed to Divination.

Jeon can suck it.

A few hours later, you were sitting in the RavenClaw common room, curled up on a chair reading about Tea leaves.

“Professor Trelawney I don’t know what in Merlin's beard you are on,” you said mumbling as you chewed on the pendant of the jewelry on your neck. Frustrated with the fact that you couldn’t figure concentrate on studying, you proceeded to slap your face into your textbook.

“What did that textbook do to you?” A flat voice said next to you. Groaning in the text book again, you flipped off your sarcastic neighbor.

“Shut your trap Min,” You hissed into the yellowed pages of the book.

“Good to see you too, short stuff.” Yoongi smirked as he stretched into the cushioned chair next to you. Pulling yourself up from the book, you glared at him.

“I am literally taller than you,” you protested. The blonde hushed you, and closed his eyes. Throwing your book at him, well trying, it landed on the carpet below his feet. Silence resonated between you two, besides the quiet talking in the common room.

“What are you doing here,” You sighed into your hand.

“How rude! Can’t a friend just come see you? And comfort you-,” He feigned hurt, placing his hand over his chest. Glaring at him, he snickered.

“I’m just pulling your leg __,” he chuckled. You, didn’t think it was funny and stood up.

“Well, if that’s all you wanted then I will be on my way-,” you spoke gathering your things up before a large hand grabbed your wrist.

“Okay fine, fine. Hermione told me to get you, because quidditch is starting soon and she knows damn well you will do whatever it takes to not go.” You eyed, him. He blinked.

“I hate you both.” You deadpanned.

“Well I am a generator of hate, and that shit keeps going like a renewable resource.” He said patting your cheeks.

You blinked at him as he walked towards the boy dorms reminding you to dress warm.

Damn You Min Yoongi.

Grumbling, you pulled on your cloak. As you sat in the stands with Hermione and Yoongi. You sighed and tapped your converse clad foot on the snow that gathered on the wood of the stands. It was cold and snowing as usual, the flecks of white stuck to your unruly hair and freckled cheeks.

“Damn it, it’s cold.” Hermione whined next to you. Pulling the sleeves of your grey sweater over your gloved hands, you looked at her.

“You’re the one who dragged me here,” you reminded her. She huffed and flicked your cold nose. Smacking her hand away you laughed and pulled your scarf tighter.

“You really are a Ravenclaw because you matched your gloves to your scarf,” Yoongi snickered next to you. You side eyed him, “Yes I did? So what, your Ravenclaw too ya know.”

“Hmmm yes, but you are wearing slate gray gloves, a scarf, and slacks. But black converse, and an oversized royal blue sweater with slate gray stripes. Therefore, you are wearing too much grey.” Yoongi finished pushing his glasses up his face.

You blinked once.

Twice.

Then jumped.

“YAH! MIN YOONGI,” you shouted as Hermione held onto your body so you didn’t gouge his eyes out.

“WHAT DOES MY OUTFIT CHOICES HAVE TO DO WITH ANYTHING YOU FAT HEAD!? I WILL SHOVE MY WAND SO FAR UP YOUR NOSE IT COMES OUT OF YOUR-,”

“Students of Hogwarts! I welcome you to the 246th annual quidditch match! I am your host, Cho Chang!” The stands roared with screams and shouts.

“Today we have Slytherin versus Gryffindor, who are both neck and neck with wins thus far!” Cho said enthusiastically.

“Alrighty students, bundle up and give a warm, well frozen welcome, to Hogwarts Quidditch Players!” Cho finishes as brooms whoosh across the arena, emerald and burgundy mesh into your view as the players come out. You stop harassing Yoongi as you spot none other than Jeon, the golden boy broom sitting on his broom, waving. At you.

Startled, you look at him for a moment and give a small smile instead of a wave. He grins at you and proceeds to fly into position.

“___, and Jungkook sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g,” Yoongi sings next to you, your face heats up, even in the cold; you punch him in the stomach. A wheezing sound comes out.

“You owe me Hermione.” You say hiding your face in your gloves.

“Another Point for Gryffindor!” Cho says enthusiastically, “It is now Slytherin with 65 and Gryffindor with 70! A close game indeed.”

Your ass can’t bare to sit anymore, it’s frozen and your nervous. You have been watching Jungkook this whole time, his position is the Seeker. Their responsibility is to look for the Golden Snitch.

“You know, Harry’s decision to be captain but not play is bloody ridiculous.” Hermione shouts teetering on her feet and pulling flakes of snow out of her hair.

“I know, he would have done so good this year.” You shout back rubbing your hands together. Flitting your eyes back and forth between the game. All of a sudden, Gryffindor and Slytherin beaters are thrown off their brooms. Confused you squint into the snow to see, what the hell?

“Holy shit! Look!” Yoongi yanks on your cloak and points down. Looking down, you see a bludger bouncing up and down spastically trying to hit the Slytherin that fell of his broom. With the weather it's hard to see, but you can tell something is wrong with that ball.

“Ladies and Gentlemen please do not be- WHOA,” Cho practically throws herself down as the bludger comes toward her stand and it pierces through the wooden stand. “Students! Please keep your head down!” Cho shouts, as she watches for the ball.

The bludger is nowhere to be seen, but then two rows behind you the ball smashes through the wood rapidly causing students to fall forward towards your row.

It’s like it happens in slow motion, you lose your footing trying not to get smashed under the domino of students falling. But your cloak gets caught and you begin to fall off the stands.

“Hermione!” You scream grabbing for her, she makes a quick grab for your hand but, your hand slips out of the glove and you fall from the stands.

You don’t remember if you scream, but you feel the cold rush past you and everything is muffled, your hair whips past your head as you grab at nothing. The ground is getting closer and closer, you close your eyes and allow the cold to embrace you.

All of a sudden you hear a distance ‘whoosh’ from your left, Jeon Jungkook swoops under you with a dangerous dive of his broom and grabs you to his chest, but he’s too close to the ground to pull back up, so slowing down he crashes into the ground with you wrapped into his chest.

“Hold on!” he shouts, as you and him hit the snow covered ground. He holds you tightly, as you both roll simultaneously on the white ground. Jungkook never let go of you, and you never let go.

Your head hurt, and you were wet and cold. Were you dead? Were all your limbs intact?

“__?” A muffled voice said, “Sweetheart are you okay?”

Ugh. My head hurts, but at least I’m not dead. You thought. Well might as well make my presence known.

You slowly opened your eyes, snow stuck to your lashes. You looked up into the sky, an endless wave of snow fell slowly. You blinked and suddenly Jungkook came into view. Your head was placed on his lap, and his cloak was wrapped around you, he looked down at you with concern.

“Sweetheart, are you okay?” Jungkook said, stroking your face with his hand. He was breathing heavily, his raven hair was wet and his skin flushed. You blinked, and nodded.

“Head hurts.” You said quietly. “But I’m okay,” You smiled up at him. Jungkook put his forehead to yours, you could feel his warm breath against your cold lips.

“Cmon, sweetheart let's take you to the hospital wing.” He said, pecking your nose then pulling you up into his arms. Despite the weather, warmth burned on your cheeks, as you gripped his uniform.

“I-I can w-walk you-,” Jungkook ignored you and hushed you.

“Not a chance, you took a nasty fall, plus you’re shivering.” He said sniffing.

You didn’t protest all the way to the infirmary.

You must have fallen asleep at some point, because it was dark and Jungkook was asleep on the chair next to your bed, with his head on the bed.

You sat up, and felt a weight in your hand. Looking down, you felt his hands wrapped around yours. Lips parted, once again you could feel your face heat up. But despite that you smiled. You looked around the dim infirmary, only lit by small lamps, and saw a note by your wand on the bedside table. Scrawled in neat handwriting:

You took a nasty fall there you nerd, glad to see you in one piece. Hermione is okay, just frazzled, they cancelled the game, but Jungkook hasn’t left your side all day. Whipped little bastard, talk to him. Work things out.

M.Y.

You rolled your eyes and placed the note back. As you turned back around you felt Jungkook stir next to you, and begin to sit up. He rubbed his eyes, his hair in disarray. The sweater he had on, exposed his collarbone and you couldn’t help but stare.

“See something you like Sweetheart?” You whipped your head up to see Jungkook smirking at you, and leaning back in his chair. For the tenth time, warmth filled your cheeks up to your toes.

“No, definitely not.” you pouted, looking down at the off-white sheets. It was silent for a moment.

“You should drink some water,” Jungkook said, clearing his throat and handing you the glass. Looking up at him you took the glass, hands grazing one another, you nodded and chugged the glass. Once finished you handed it back to him and fiddled with the rings on your fingers.

“Thank you for saving me.” quietly you said. Nervous? You haven’t spoken to him in two weeks, maybe more. Tears welled up in your eyes, “I was so scared. I didn’t think-,” you tried to talk, and you felt tears stream down your face. You sobbed quietly, realization setting in that if you Jungkook wasn’t there, you could have…

Jungkook sat there, staring at you, conflicted. He felt he somehow caused this. Chewing on his lip, he said fuck it. Leaning forward, he tilted your head up and pressed his lips to yours. Your eyes widened for a second, as his large hand held your chin and the other gripping the sheets, your eyes began to flutter shut and you kissed him back.

His lips were slightly cold, but soft. He tasted like rose petals, and you were drawn in. You pushed against him and he pushed harder. Jungkook sighed into your mouth, and he pushed you down on the bed, and inhaled you. Pulling back for a second, he looked down at you. Breathing heavily, pupils darker, lips swollen.

“I was so fucking scared __.” Jungkook admitted. You breathed under him, looking at his face in the dim lighting. His jaw clenched, the vein in his neck sticking out.

“Jungkook..” you sighed, holding his face. Bringing his hand up to your face, he wiped at the dried tear trials on your face.

“I’m so sorry, that I ignored you. I-I was just scared. You’re such a good person, such a light in you.” He quietly spoke, caressing the scar on your cheek.

“Jungkook,” you said firmly, “You are an amazing person. You saved me.” He looked down at you with parted lips.

Continuing, “You saved me from the forest from those wolves a month ago, and from those books falling on me, and now this. I-I don’t know how, I could ever repay you. You take good care of me, and others. You’re not like the other Slytherins. You care and you’re so warm and safe.” your voice got quieter as you spoke to him.

Jungkook, looked at you with such intensity. You could feel your toes, stomach, cheeks become warm. As the snow stuck to the windows, as the cold blew around in the night. Jungkook kept you warm, and safe. You started at each other, his eyes never leaving yours, as his lithe fingers stroked the spot that scarred a month ago. You closed your eyes and leaned your forehead against his, as your breaths intermingled. He smelled like mint and raspberries.

Sleep didn’t elude you that night.

Spring came. The cool air whistled through the school court yards. Pink petals littered the school grounds. So did the tears of students who didn’t excel in their OWLs or NEWTs. Unfortunately, you couldn't return home for the summer. Your parents were re-doing your home and were staying in a condo. They offered you to come, but you denied it and said you would figure something out. To be honest, you weren’t sure why you said no. Hermione on the other hand, was very insistent that you stay with her but alas, you said no each time.

You had about a week before you left Hogwarts, and you still had yet to figure out where you were going to stay for the summer. At the moment you were standing in the astronomy tower taking pictures to add to your journal. Every year you kept a journal and documented your year at Hogwarts and oh boy, this one was sure unforgettable.

You were basking in the warm afternoon air, as you looked over the water that surrounded the school. Your camera dangled strap dangled from around your neck, as you leaned against the railing and took it all in.

“__?” a low voice called from behind you, startled you whipped around.

“Jungkook-k! Hey, hey you! What a-are you doing here?” you said stuttering and laughing at the same time. Jungkook grinned at you, as you leaned over the railing trying to act “natural”.

“I was actually looking for you.” He said brushing his hand through his hair, and pushing up his glasses in the process. You blinked at him. He had a camera in his hand as well, but more like a video recording camera. You started at his simple white t-shirt and black jeans. His large hand gripped the camera, the veins in his hands led up to the assortment of rings on his fingers. His wavy, black hair looking ruffled and soft. How you wanted to run your fingers-

“Um __, are you okay?” Jungkook asked slightly concerned. His voice snapped you out of your daze. Blinking for the umpteenth time, you shook your head.

“Yeah! Totally, ha. Uh why were you looking for me?” You said nervously whipping your hands on your cardigan. Jungkook smiled and shifted his footing, and walked closer to you.

“Hermione told me that you aren’t going home for the summer, why?” He questioned now leaning against the railing next to you. Blowing out a breath, you leaned on one foot then the other. Looking down at your sandals, you said,

“I don’t really feel like staying crammed up in a condo while my parents house is being re-done. I was going to try and get a small apartment for myself, but it has proven to be a lot more difficult than a I thought.” You said laughing, it was silent for a moment before you looked at Jungkook.

“Why don’t you stay with me then?” he asked looking at you. You blinked.

Once.

Twice.

Thrice.

“Are you on crack?” was the first thing that came out of your mouth. Jungkook grinned, unphased by your so called insult.

“Unfortunately I am not sweetheart, are you?” he joked back, winking at you. You felt your face heat up, as you punched him in the arm.

“Not funny.” you pouted. Jungkook rubbed his arm in false pain.

“I thought it was hilarious but considering the fact that you punched me, I will only forgive you if you stay with me. Or are friendship is terminated.” He said sticking his tongue at you.

“You are a brat Jeon,” you said as you walked away from him to leave.

“Wait,” he said grabbing your arm. You spun around to face him, he was holding up his camera to your face. You pouted at him.

“What?” you grinned at him, as he moved closer to your face.

“Where are you going, don’t leave me here alone!” he whined pulling on your hand. His hand engulfed yours, as he massaged the skin. You looked into the camera and made puckering noises, grabbing onto the lens you looked into it.

“Well if I am going to stay with you, I guess I need to finish packing right?” you teased as you walked away from his filming. Jungkook looked at you with bewilderment as you walked down the steps of the astronomy tower, your soft footsteps fading away as Jungkook did a silent fist bump in the air.

Well this was it, the week that students were leaving Hogwarts. You were a bit frantic as you made sure everything was packed up, and ready to go. Hermione and you were walking to the train station together, promising to write her every chance you got, and to call her on the telephone. Both of you being muggle born had it perks.

You and Hermione were walking in the train, trying to find an empty area to sit. She was telling you that Yoongi had asked for her number, and she didn’t know how to react.

“__! Hey!” you heard a voice call out to you as you turned around. Jungkook came running up to you, a black bucket hat covered most of his forehead, but his warm dark eyes shone at you. He shuffled through the groups of people in the tight walkway. His large black bag was snugly fit to his hip and it slapped against his grey sweats. Grinning, Hermione halted your conversation as she went inside the compartment. Leaning against the door, you held onto your shoulder bag and waved at Jungkook.

“Hey Jungkook!” you beamed at him. He smiled back, and put his hands in his pockets.

“Find somewhere to sit?” He asked, leaning close to you.

Nodding vigorously, “Y-yeah! Surprisingly, haha. Have you?” you curiously asked.

“Nope not yet, but I am sure I can sit with some of the-,” he was interrupted by Hermione sticking her head out of the compartment.

“Oh my gosh! __, I am so sorry, uh Yoongi asked me to sit with him! Isn’t that great, and it’s even more great because Jungkook here has nowhere to sit. So how about you two crazy kids, sit here and I will sit with Yoongi! It’s a win, win.” She said slapping your arm playfully. “Sooo, toddles!” she singsonged, walking past Jungkook and you, patting your arms simultaneously.

You were so lost at this point, you didn’t even care to protest. Rolling your eyes at your best friends antics, you looked up and smiled at Jungkook.

“Would you care to share a chocolate frog with me?” Jungkook asked, rubbing the back of his neck. You laughed and nodded,

“I would love too.”

You arrived at Jungkook’s home approximately 4 and a half hours later. After you exited the train, he informed you that his friend Namjoon brought his car for him. Seeing as Jungkook was a pureblood, you were surprised he owned a ‘muggle’ invention. Jungkook wasn’t from London actually, he was born in South Korea in Busan. He left South Korea after he was accepted to Hogwarts and as he got older he bought a home in Brighton.

You two were currently, moving your bags inside his two story home. It was a pretty cool day, but not too hot thankfully.

“Go on in sweetheart, I am going to check the mail real quick,” he said opening the back of his car. Nodding you picked up your trunk and satchel and walked up the cobblestone brick way and up the steps.

Taking the gold key, you opened the dark oak door and pushed the door open. The corridor was well lit by outside and the house smelt relatively new, with dark oak wood floors. Carrying your things, you set them by the foot of the spiral stairs and walked into the living area. The archway was painted a pale blue, and the room had a fireplace. The furniture was covered with cloth sheets and from what you could tell there were two couches and a loveseat, with a coffee table. Two bookshelves were placed on either side of the fireplace.

Walking toward the left of the fireplace, you noticed there were white curtains shut. Placing your hands on them, you pulled them apart and let the sun into the dark room. Coughing a bit, because of the dust, you awed at the large window, with a plush window seat below it. Placing your hands on the handles you pulled open the window, letting the fresh air in.

“I see you're enjoying this room.” Jungkook said walking in leaning against the furniture. Jumping a bit you turned around and smiled at him.

“Yes, its very nice. I can’t wait to read all those books,” you said eyeing the shelves. Jungkook laughed and walked over to you.

“Hmm, don’t know if you will have time if I have to keep you on your toes the whole time,” he winked poking your nose. Rolling your eyes you swatted his hand away.

“Yeah yeah, Jeon.” you said walking back to the foyer, “Are you going to give me a house tour or what?” you joked looking back at him. Jungkook eyed you, pulling his bucket hat off and chucking it on the couch.

“But of course, where are my manners,” he said in a terrible British accent and bowing.

“Are you making fun of my accent?” you pouted, crossing your arms like a toddler. He sauntered up to you, pinching your arm.

“Pshhh no that’s crazy,” he said walking back outside. “But I will if you don’t help me get the rest of your things you brat,” Jungkook teased. You pointed at him.

“Watch it bucko.” you said smiling. This man will be the death of you.

It was a few days later and you finally had everything unpacked, you had your own room which was right across from Jungkook’s ironically. As of right now, you were in the kitchen sitting on the counter and reading a book. Jungkook went on a run, and has been gone for about half an hour now. As you bit into your apple the front door opened.

“__?” a voice sounded from the front foyer.

“In here!” you shouted with a mouth full. Not even paying attention, you swung your legs back and forth keeping your eyes on your book, before taking another bite of your apple.

Not looking up you began to speak, “Hey is it okay if I lay out by the pool-,” you stopped mid sentence and looked up as Jungkook closed the refrigerator door. He was shirtless. Blinking a few times, you didn’t notice your mouth was open because the apple chunk in your mouth fell out onto your thigh. Jungkook seem to not have noticed due to the headphones that were covering his ears.

Gulping, you saw his back turned to you as he reached up into the cupboard. His back muscles were lean and defined as he stretched upward. You could see the slight sheen of sweat as he looked through the cabinets. The skin was more taut as you went to his lower back. His shoulder blades rippled together as he shut the cabinet door. He still didn’t notice you on the counter, as he bobbed his head to the music. Turning around, he finally noticed you and look surprised. Taking his headphones off he looked a bit concerned.

“Uh, __ I think you dropped something.” he said sticking his hand in the box of granola. Blinking once more at his abdominal muscles you finally registered he was talking to you. Looking down, there was a piece of apple on your romper and the saliva was already making it damp. Grimacing you picked up the apple chunk and threw it in the sink. Jumping off the counter you washed your hands and threw the rest of your apple away.

“So what were you asking sweetheart?” Guk said with a mouth full of granola, you laughed and hopped back on the counter.

“I was asking if I could lay by the pool since it's hot as heck,” you said flipping through the pages of the book. Jungkook swallowed his snack and placed his phone back down.

“I mean I don’t see why not,” he shrugged, walking over to you and standing in front of you. He placed his hands on either side of your body, leaning towards you.

“Excuse me sir, you stink.” grimacing you placed a hand on his damp chest and pushed him away. Before you could pull away, he held your wrist and pulled you closer.

“Hmm then maybe you should shower with me,” he teased with dark eyes, leaning closer to you.

“Sure.” you said. Looking shocked with wide eyes, his cheeks tinted pink, which was still noticeable even with his tan skin.

“I-I,” he stuttered. Smiling you pulled your wand out.

“Aguamenti,” you spoke, pointing your wand in his direction. A burst of water shot from your wand, hitting Jungkook and drenching him. Jungkook stood there with a shocked look on his face, smiling you placed your wand down. Sighing, Jungkook flipped his hair back getting little droplets on your face.

“Thanks __.” he said dryly. Winking, you jumped off the counter, patting his wet stomach and walking off to change in your swimsuit.

You were laying on the chair, by the pool. You aren’t sure how long you’ve been outside, but long enough the feel a pleasant warmth seep into your skin. You laid farthest away from the glass sliding door, not wanting Jungkook to see your body in the white bikini you decided to put on. You were reading on your tablet when all of a sudden you heard the glass sliding door open. Sitting up from your stomach you pulled your sunglasses down to see Jungkook, in sweat shorts and no shirt.

Pulling your cover up on you sat up placing the tablet on the towel on the chair.

“To what do I owe this pleasure?” You said pulling your cover up tighter around you, looking up at him. You pulled your sunglasses up, seeing him more clearly. Not saying a word he crossed his arms and glared at you. Confused you stood up in front of him.

“What’s wrong did something happen?” you asked concerned. He shook his head.

“Go to my room and wait there for me. Now,” he said in a stern, cold voice. Confused you didn’t move.

“But why?” you asked. His glare deepened and his eyes got darker.

“Now __! I will not ask you again,” he said pointing to the house. Holding your hands up, you didn’t say another word as you walked towards the house and up to his room. God what is up with him? Was it because of earlier?

You thought as you sat down on his bed, twisting your cover up in your hands. You heard footsteps come up the stairs as you crossed your arms over your chest. The door opened, and Jungkook walked in a cold look in his usual warm eyes.

“Okay, what the hell is going on Jeon?” you questioned shooting up from the bed and looking at him. He slit his eyes at you, crossing his muscular arms over his chest. You noticed the veins that went from his hands to his forearms and up his biceps. Looking down a bit, his abdominals were taut and muscular. The toned area lead downwards to a light trail of hair that disappeared into his-

“Bend over.” Jungkook said in a dark tone. Your eyes widen and you gape at him.

“Excuse me?” you say not sure how to process what he said. Jungkook uncrosses his arms and steps closer to you.

“__, don’t make me bend you over myself, you will not like me.” he says with a growl in his tone. You feel warmth begin to pool in your stomach, but being defiant you look him dead in the eye matching his stare.

“No,” you say. In a split second Jungkook, picks you up and throws you over his shoulder, and walks over to the bed. You are about to protest when you feel his hand slap your ass leaving a sharp stinging sensation. Gasping out loud, you hit his back.

“Jeon Jungkook I don’t know what in Merlin’s beard you are doing but you better stop,” you don’t even finish your sentence when another slap lands on your ass, making arousal pool into your stomach once more.

“Sweetheart I haven’t even sat down to bend you over my knee yet, and you are already giving me attitude. Tsk, tsk.” he tuts at you sitting down on the bed. You try and squirm out of his grasp but he is stronger and pulls you down over his knee. ”We can make this easier or much, much harder.” he says stroking your back.

You stop moving for a moment, and relax in his hold breathing a bit sparsely.

“Good girl." Jungkook hums.

“Oh darn, this is in the way,” he says referring to your cover up. Before you can even offer to take it off, he rips it clean down the middle, the silk material falls of your body. You look down at the shreds on the dark flooring.

“Mmm, much better,” he says rubbing his large hand over your tanned skin. Your breath hitches as you feel him finger space under your swim bottoms, holding a breath as he pulls them down below your butt. You feel something hard begin to poke at your stomach as Jungkook kneads the bare skin of your ass.

“My, my sweetheart. You were hiding this under that cover-up?” he teases while lightly dragging his nails over the supple skin of your ass. You can feel yourself getting wet, the arousal pooling out of you.

“Okay, here’s what’s going to happen. You have been very naughty, that little water spell you did today didn’t make me happy princess, so now you must be punished.” he spoke into your ear, gripping your ass tightly. His warm breath tickled the shell of your ear, he gently bit down on the skin grazing his tongue against it. He pulled away, you could feel the warmth on your face as you breathed in the cotton smell of the sheets.

“Now, you are going to count how many times I spank your pretty bottom, and every time I don’t hear you I will keep spanking you until I do, is that understood.” he spoke firmly gripping your ass. You meekly nodded.

“Use your words princess,” he growled grabbing your ass tighter. You whimpered,

“Yes.” you whined into the sheets. It was silent for a brief moment before you felt his hand come down with such force you shifted forward on the bed. You whine again, and choke back a moan.

“1..1.” gripping the sheets tightly, you whined as Jungkook rubbed the sore spot on your ass. Breathing heavily, you felt a slight brush of air as his hand came down two more times.

“2...3,” you could feel tears sting in your eyes, but also a warmth spread in your core. Wiggling in Jungkook’s hold, he spanked you three more times.

“I can do this all day sweetheart, the more you move the more I will spank you.” Jungkook spoke smoothly, rubbing the suppleness of your ass.

“I-I am sorry, for what I did,” you mumbled into the sheets. Jungkook hummed running his finger down the curve of you back, pinching at the skin around your hips. It was quiet, the hum of the air conditioner was the only thing you could hear. Jungkook began to rub his finger down the globe of your cheek and to your thighs. You could feel your arousal wetting your already sweaty thighs.

“Hmmm, sweetheart as much as you say you are sorry, this tells me otherwise,” he speaks softly. Gripping your hair he yanks your head up, making your back arch. Holding your upper body with your hands you blink as Jungkook brings his fingers into your view. They are slick with your arousal as he spreads them apart, it strings across the skin. Breathing quietly, he brings them up to your mouth spreading it around your mouth. Keeping your mouth closed, you disobey shaking your head. Jungkook growls releasing your hair roughly and holding your head on the sheets.

Jungkook becomes relentless, and spanks your ass with such force the bed shifts. Your moans are muffled in the sheets, and you lose count after 20.

“You are such a little cock slut, hmm? Enjoying this, getting wet over your punishment,” Jungkook tuts as his hand comes down, “Fuck.” Jungkook curses under his breath. He spanks you one more time for good measure. Pulling you off his lap, he doesn’t even pull your swim bottoms off as he tosses you onto the bed. Breathing heavily you look at the ceiling until he comes into your view.

“You think this is funny? Hmm?” he asks, caging you in. Your eyes widen as you hold your hands up in front of you.

“No! Jungkook, I said I am sorry, okay.” you sternly say, “Fuck, please Jungkook!-” your sentence is cut short when his hand comes down on your clit hard. Gasping you feel warmth clench in your core. Not even giving you a chance to recover, Jungkook shoves two of his fingers inside your wet hole.

“You don’t sound apologetic at all sweetheart, how disappointing. Your pussy is practically drenching my fingers.” he whispers into your ear. You can feel his warm breath on your sweaty skin, as he sucks on the skin of your neck and continues to thrust his fingers inside you. You are practically panting at this point.

“Come on __, need you to cum so your nice and stretched out for my fat cock. Would you like that? My fat cock stuffed inside you, pushing my cum back in? Hmm?,” Jungkook teases you, as he slows the thrust of his fingers. Your mouth is open in a silent moan as Jungkook leans back to grip your hips.

“Cum.” Jungkook growls.

“Oh god, fuck! Nghh-,” whimpering you feel your core tighten and arousal leak onto Jungkook's hand. He continued to thrust his fingers out of your hole, then pulled them out. Breathing heavily, you sat up in your dazed state and looked at him. He was sucking your arousal off his fingers and looking you in the eye.

“Mmm, you taste wonderful sweetheart,” he coos getting up from the bed. You look at him, feeling your cheeks flush. Jungkook crosses the room to the walk in closet and comes back out with two scarves. Ironically they are Raven claw and Slytherin colors. He rounds to your side with both scarves. You look up at him, as he leans down and presses a soft kiss to your lips. His lips are warm and taste like green tea; the kiss was chaste and makes your chest swell. He pulls back, and leaned his forehead against yours.

“__, I am going to continue now, if you don’t want me to continue then tell me now.” he whispers against you. You shake your head and cup his cheek.

“I trust you Jeon,” you whisper. Jungkook nods. Standing up, his demeanor changes with a dark look in his eyes. You watch him as he takes one of your arms and ties it to the headboard, and does the same with the other arm. Your arms burn from the uncomfortable position, but you don’t care. Jungkook stands at the foot of the bed, looking at you. His lean chest is slick with sweat, and his sweatpants are low on his hips, exposing a sharp muscle leading downwards. You breath in as he comes onto the bed.

“Hmmm, has this been on the whole time,” he speaks mostly to himself, referring to your bikini top. You don’t even get a chance to answer, before he pulls the flimsy material off your chest. Throwing the material on the ground he hums in approval, the same treatment happens to your swim bottoms as well. Running his finger up your body to your breast. He comes forward encasing your nipple in the warmth of his mouth. Swirling it around his tongue, he nips at it with his teeth and pulls at it. Mewling, he pulls back rubbing both the pert buds with his thumbs.

“You like that sweetheart? Me pulling at your nipples hmm?” he teases rubbing more and more.

Head tilted back, you nod. Jungkook stops slapping your bare pussy.

“Look at me when I speak to you,” he says above you, pulling your chin up. Your eyes are glazed over with pleasure.

“Y-yes Jungkook,” you groan in his hold. Releasing you, you look at him as he begins to pull the strings of his pants. Sitting on his knees, he pulls down his pants and boxers. Your eyes widen as he pulls his weeping cock out of his pants. Your mouth waters as he grabs his cock. Pulling his lip between his teeth, he strokes himself.

Smirking at you, “..you like what you see sweetheart?” You nod below him. His dick is long and thick, smooth and pink. A vein runs under the length, the bulbous tip already wet with precum. Your mouth waters at the sight.

“Please Jungkook-,” you whine straining your hands against the restraints. “Please let me suck you.” you whine moving under him.

Jungkook hums, “Not today baby,” you whine at the pet name, “I need to make sure you are nice and stretched out when I stuff my fat cock into your weeping pussy,” he grunts, pulling at his dick. Leaning forward he rubs the tip of his penis on your pert nipples. You thrust upwards to nothing, as his smooth tip wets your nipples.

“Fuck.” Jungkook curses, leaning down to kiss you. He clashes his tongue against yours nipping at your lip. You groan into his mouth, as his hand pushes you down by your neck. The kiss is messy and wet. Pulling back, a string of saliva is present as your mouths part. Drawing attention back to his cock, he takes it and leans down to your pussy. He takes his length, and rubs it up and down your wetness. Pushing his fat tip against your clit and swirling it with his cum.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you mewl, rutting your hips to his cock. You bite the inside of your cheek as Jungkook, swirls his tip up and down slicking his dick with your arousal. You can feel the knot tighten in you for the second time, as his hand comes up to your nipples once more rubbing it with his thumb.

“Come on sweetheart, cum on my cock.” Jungkook says running his hand down your stomach. His hand finds your engorged clit and rubs it hard. That’s all it takes for you to fall over the edge, as you wail in pleasure. Jungkook groans, continuing to rub his cock against you. Your climax coating his dick even more. You breath heavily, as he keeps going - over stimulating you.

“Nghh- Guk, please I-I can’t,” you whine, pulling at the restraints once more. He growls,

“You can and you will,” he says pulling his cock off you. You squeak when your flipped over onto your stomach aggressively, as he slaps your ass a few times. You hear shuffling behind you, as you breath into the sheets of the bed. You then feel a presence behind you, as Jungkook once more leans his body against yours. His hardened cock, against the crack of your ass.

“Cmon sweetheart, I know you want me to fill you with my seed until it spills out of your greedy hole. You want me to rub my fat cock over your wet pussy, like the little sock slut you are.” he whispers into your sweaty skin, pinching at your hips. “I will let you ride me, and sit on my cock, would you like that?” Jungkook whispers, kissing down your back. You felt his taut muscles on your back, as he breathed against you, waiting for an answer.

“Y-yes Jungkook, I want your cock. I have learned my lesson, please fill me up with your seed,” you whined, wiggling your sore ass into his cock. Jungkook got up leaving you in that position.

“Sit on your knees,” he said. Shifting up, with the restraints, you pulled yourself on your knees, with your head hung. Jungkook's soft footsteps went to the other side of the bed, moving to sit in front of you. Smiling, he kissed your clavicle, and began to lay under you. Looking down at him, his naked body was under yours, as your legs straddled his hips. He shimmed under you, looking up at you with his big brown eyes. Grinning at you, his raven hair was damp and ruffled.

“Sit on my face sweetheart, need you nice and wet for me cock, okay?” he said looking up at you. You nodded, shifting forward with shaky thighs. Gripping the headboard you lowered down onto his face, his large hands gripping your hips. You were moving too slow for his liking, so he pulled you down onto him in one swift movement. You groaned, as he immediately began to suck on your clit.

“Jungkook!” you threw your head back, trying to pull up. But Jungkook kept a firm grip on your thighs. You could feel yourself unraveling, as he began to grind your hips on his lips. You were gasping as you looked down at him, his eyes held a playful glint. He then stuck his tongue deep inside your hole. He held you down, as he forced the muscle in your tight hole. You felt so full, as he held you down. For the third time, you felt yourself unravel as arousal leaked out of your abused hole.

“Jungkook,” you whined, your body growing tired. The once lit room, was now basked in a warm orange glow as the sun began to set. You arms were growing tired, due to the restraints. Jungkook lifted you off him, as your eyes fluttered. Jungkook began to sit up, with your body resting on his strong thighs. You breathed heavily, as he stroked your sweaty back. Arms limping against his back with the slight pull of the scarves. You felt Jungkook's, hard length against your stomach.

“Sweetheart, can you give me one more,” he spoke against your hair, kissing your sweaty scalp. Nodding you blinked a few times as he lifted you, onto your stomach. He untied both of the scarves, and your sore arms fell limp, at your sides. Jungkook took your arms and massaged your wrists, kidding the taut skin.

“Be a good girl and take my cock into your tight little hole,” Jungkook said pulling your hips to his pelvis.

“Please, Jungkook-!” your sentence was cut short when Jungkook sheathed you with his fat cock, the stretch was delicious and hot, feeling the warmth tighten. Your arms gave out under you, and you rutted back towards him.

“Shit, don’t move sweetheart,” Jungkook groaned gripping your hips. He stilled his thrusts, holding you down. You stilled your body, as you felt Jungkook’s cock swell in you. You wanted to move, but you stayed still. After a few minutes you felt Jungkook shift behind you, pulling his hard cock all the way out of you, and rubbing your entrance with his fat tip. After gathering your arousal he stuffed his cock back inside you.

You groaned, clenching around him.

“I feel so, f-full,” you whined. Skin slapping skin, was the only thing that could be heard along with your panting and Jungkook’s grunting. You were so close, pulling back against him his dick shifted to a spongy spot inside you that made you keen.

“Fucking, shit!” you squealed, “..right there,” Jungkook positioned his hips faster against yours. His heavy ball sack hitting your ass with each thrust. Jungkook cursed, pulling his hand away from your body and finding your engorged clit. Rubbing rapid circles he rocked into you hitting the same spot over and over.

“Nghh, Jungkook please let me!” you wanted to cum so bad, as Jungkook quickened his pace.

“Cum for me __. Cum all over my cock,” Jungkook growled slapping your ass and digging his nails into the flesh. You practically screamed as you for the final time felt the knot tighten in your core, as you squeezed his dick and milking your orgasm. Soon after Jungkook came, and spilled inside you.

“Fuck.” his voice was hoarse as he pushed his seed inside you. Your body was exhausted, as your breathed heavily against the sheets. Jungkook didn’t pull out of you, as he leaned forward and flipped your tired body around.

Your eyes were shut, as your arms laid limp at your sides. Jungkook pressed kisses up and down your body, “You did so well sweetheart,” he mumbled against your slick skin. His dick was beginning to soften and he slowly pulled himself out. You whined at the loss, but he shushed you as he circled his tip where his arousal leaked out. You felt his bulbous tip circle your entrance and push his seed back in. Only the tip went in but you groaned at the intrusion.

“Jungkook,” you whined, “Stop,” he chuckled pulling back. You felt his seed spill out of your abused hole, and you sighed as your body went lax. Jungkook kissed your clavicle, and got up from the bed. Pulling on his boxers, Jungkook rounded the bed and picked up your sore body from the sheets.

“C’mon sweetheart, you need to go pee.” he gently said holding your naked body to his warm chest. Opening your eyes a bit you looked at the pale blue walls, and you shook your head slowly. Pinching his nipple you mumbled an ‘I don’t wanna’ you whined like a child, as he entered the master bathroom and setting you down on the sink. The cool tile made you squirm, stinging your sore ass. You were weary and not aware of what was happening. Jungkook laughed at your state, and kissed your cheek. Pulling a shirt over your head he told you to go pee once again, as he patted your thigh and kissed your eyelids. Finally doing as he said, you wobbled to the toilet and did your business. Washing your hands, and splashing some water on your face you walked back into the room. Rubbing your eyes, Jungkook was sitting on the edge of the bed typing on his phone. Looking up he saw you, and grinned. Tossing his phone on the sheets he walked up to you, pulling you to his chest.

“I ordered takeout, I bet your hungry,” he said looking down at you. You nodded meekly hiding your face in his bare chest. He chuckled at your shy state, taking your face into his hands he pulled you to look at him.

“Sweetheart are you okay?” he asked, stroking your lip with his thumb. You looked at him, his deep eyes held concern.

“I am sorry for what I did earlier,” you spoke softly, your lips turning into a soft pout. Jungkook rolled his eyes, pinching your cheeks.

“Hmmm, well. I am sure you can make it up to me by agreeing you be my girlfriend, then I might consider forgiving you. Also a kiss,” he spoke looking at the ceiling.

You giggled, pressing your fingers into his chest. “I might have to take you up on that,” you teased. Wrapping your arms around his neck. He hummed, snaking his hands down to your waist.

“Maybe you should put some underwear on first,” he teased slapping your bare ass and releasing you. Your cheeks flushed as you, glared at him.

“Tick, tock __. My offer won’t stand foreverrr,” he joked as he walked out the door. You groaned, beginning looking for your torn swim bottoms.

“Accio, swim bottoms.” Jungkook spoke by the door, you whipped around as Jungkook held your ruined swim bottoms by his finger. He wiggled his wand around pointing it at you.

“Come and get me,” he winked, skitting down the hall.

“Jeon!”

Hi, hello, it is i, I am off hiatus!! Yay, okay so this fic I slaved over this for a good 2 weeks lol, it was supposed to be posted in December actually lol that didn’t happen … anywoosie, I really hope you all like it! It took so long to write and so much of my energy, please be kind to the smut HAHA its my first time writing it oof, anywoosie I have some other works in mind, so please don’t ask when those will be up, I am very busy this summer holiday so when I will write when I can ;-; I love you all! Thank u to all my mutuals who motivated me to finish this beast haha, xx ash

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