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clubofinfo · 6 years ago

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Expert: It all risks becoming pornographic, looped and re-run with an obsessive eye for updates and detail about despair and hope. The twenty-four hour news cycle tends to encourage this sort of thing, ever desperate for snippets, obsessively chasing the update. With a soccer team of twelve youths and their coach trapped in Tham Luang Nang Non cave some one kilometre below the surface, the curious, the gormless, and those with an unhealthy interest in the morbid have assumed couch position. First came the discovery of the team by British divers after the group had gone missing for nine days. They were found on a ledge inside the Northern Thai cave system. Divers Rick Stanton and John Volanthen were feted as being among the best in the world, the former having been awarded an MBE for, of all things, services in cave diving. There was much hooting and tooting in celebration, something prompted by the fact that any hope of finding them alive, according to the governor of Chiang Rai province, was nigh impossible. But the mechanics of extricating the team from the cave started to mount in complexity and desperation, bursting the initial balloon of celebration. With 2.5 miles of flooded cave between the team and the entrance, a sense of imperilment has grown. This is compounded by a dreaded risk that adds a televisual ghastliness to the tale: the prospect of more heavy rain on the weekend, something that will foil current efforts to drain the excess water. A village of international rescue experts including military personnel has grown around the enterprise, not to mention a vast hive of media representatives. Four questions seem to be doing the rounds: to leave the team in the cave till there is a receding of the water level (dangerous given the monsoon season); pumping out the water to an extent to enable the trapped team to wade out; teaching the youths how to scuba dive, something which would be no mean feat given the length of time it would take for them to journey out of the cave (some five hours) and their status as virginal divers; and finally, drilling into the cave system. Thai Navy Seals have been deployed, and much help is at hand, but the goriness has not been entirely dissipated. The Navy Seal Chief Rear Adm. Arpakorn Yoo-kongkaew has been feeding the story to journalists keen to strike the optimistic note. The Rear Admiral did not disappoint. “Now we have given food to the boys, starting with food that is easy to digest and provides high energy.” He stressed that care has been given to the youths “following the doctor’s recommendation. So do not worry, we will take care of them with our best. We will bring all of them with safety. We are now planning how to do so.” Such confidence was given a dint with the subsequent death of one of his crew, Samarn Poonan, who perished due to lack of oxygen during a dive. One similar incident stands out to what is currently unfolding in Thailand: the initial loss, the recovery and sanctifying of the “Los 33”, the Chilean miners who became celebrities of salvation in 2010. They spent 69 days in the collapsed San Jose mine near Copiapó. Over time, a process of mythologising began to take place. It was fame imposed on the ordinary, confected by the mere fact, as important as that fact was, that they had survived. Like Church miracle artefacts, they were vested with allure, attraction, and sheer pulling power. They were also there to be exploited, used, and interpreted. Otherwise, they were uncomplicated creatures of animal and mineral, many of whom believed that God had been the thirty-fourth miner keeping them resolute. As the rescue effort unfolded, the minor celebrity bandwagon grew. US radio personality Ryan Seacrest sent prayers and well wishes hoping, rather insipidly, “to see everyone on the surface soon.” The clownish Irish song duo of Jedward sent their own message of tinny idiocy: “All the miners remember it’s not about mining it’s about finding dinosaurs and dragons.” The late English presenter Keith Chegwin expressed some mock shame that “Dig Brother” had ended. “Wonder what Chile 4 will put on now.” The miners would subsequently add a touch of mysticism to the rescue, essentially sacralising it. Jorge Galleguillos spoke of seeing “a white species… a butterfly” falling “like a paper” into the mine. “Faith is nourishment… Faith is life.” Stories abounded of how medical ailments were healed by prayer. The drill used to tunnel to the miners was guided, according to miner Ariel Ticona, “by the hand of God”. The miners became the heralds of a modern success story. They were invited as guests of honour to Manchester United. They did the US chat show circuit. As a statement of pure fantasy, they went to that composite of fantasy, Disneyland. Then, for another sort of miracle dream work, they ventured to the Holy Land. Expenses were footed. Amidst the celebratory orgy typical of myth came a few sceptical qualifiers. The degree of medical danger posed to them, for instance, had been given undue embellishment. Dr. James Polk, deputy chief medical officer and chief of space medicine at NASA put this down to “not having all the facts, and things that people did not know about the situation”. The workers were, for instance, trapped at sea level and could hardly have suffered from decompression sickness. The miners were less confined as was portrayed, able to continue their labours underground. Nor were they at risk of Vitamin D deficiency. “Chilean authorities,” according to Polk, “anticipated this, and they gave them a large dose of Vitamin D3 as part of their nutritional supplementation.” Many of the rescued miners subsequently faced the ruination of imposed fame. Mario Sepúlveda spoke of “fame but not money. It is the worst possible thing.” The camera that had given him and his colleagues celebrity had also consumed them. His world remains one of anti-depressants and a return to mining, where the darkness comforts. The “Los 33” effect is very much at play regarding this young football team even as the rescue crews are busying themselves on tactics. The big and the moneyed are seeking their place in the sun, offering advice. Some are constructive; others are simply sentimental. Elon Musk, according to a spokesman, has revealed that negotiations are underway on supplying location technology using Space Exploration Technologies Corp. or Boring Co. technology for digging purposes, or providing Tesla Inc. Powerwall battery packs. But to every little bit of brain storming comes the deadly qualifier: engaging such services as that of Boring Co., with its colossal drills, might simply be too dangerous. Even now, the young team has drawn on the heartstrings of the football community, encouraging a measure of faith. Liverpool Football manager Jürgen Klopp, in an official video intended for the youngsters and their coach, spoke of “hoping every second that you see the daylight again. You’ll never walk alone.” Such language, heartfelt yet tinged with a sense of funereal doom. http://clubof.info/

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area50dununiverse · 8 years ago

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I LOVED your new fanfiction! It got me thinking of another idea though? What about sweet moments between Liam and the twins? Like j + e through his eyes? Like I dunno, them coming out of chat shows/panel shows crying because they've been made fun of or the heathrow incident or him giving them talks about sex/drugs/alcohol when they feel pressured and stuff? You don't have to fill this because you just did a liam one but I just loved your last one so much I want more!

Hello darling! and sorry for the looong wait!!! I struggled getting this one right and kept changing it!! (I’m still not 100% but I really hope you like it!!) |It’s just little drabbles. I left out the heathrow incident because I couldn’t quite get it right (as I’ve never been in a airport so I don’t know how security actually works!) I’m always up for Jed fics, so please prompt anymore you want!!

annnyyyy waayyyy…… Below as always! :)

“How long have we got?” Liam whispered to an assistant. She passed him without answering and Liam groaned to himself. He wanted to put a stop to it, walk onto the set and pull the plug on the whole show. Edward was sitting next to John, not looking amused at all while John was laughing a little too much, a sure sign he was uncomfortable. There was another joke aimed at them, an insult masked with humor and Liam was sure he was going to pull them out, call an end to the whole thing but as he made his way towards a show runner, a man’s voice called an end to the take and everyone started to bustle around. The other guest panelists were leaving the set, heading towards the dressing rooms as Liam waited for John and Edward to appear.

The walk to the waiting car was as silent as the drive to back to the hotel. Liam knew what this meant so he waited. He didn’t bring it up, just looked through their diary and made arrangements for their upcoming events and appearances. Every now and then he would flick his eyes over towards them while they stared out of the windows, faces flat. Liam knew the routine and sure enough as soon as the hotel room’s door was shut and they knew they were in private everything came spilling out.

Edward was the first to break, turning to Liam to tell him that he didn’t want to do anymore of those shows, didn’t want to be on a panel to be laughed at and made fun of. Before Liam could get a word in, John was shouting about a certain joke that was made about them, his words coming so fast, Liam couldn’t catch it all. “I was just about to pull you both-” Liam started to say but John was quick to interrupt, his voice still loud but not shouting anymore. “No way!” He turned to face him and Liam could see the telling signs that he was close to tears. “That would prove everything they said about us right! That we can’t handle it, that we’re babies!” John ranted before Edward added “we’re not those things” and as much as he tried to make it sound strong, his statement sounded more like a question, his voice uncertain.

“No, you’re not” Liam assured, “but I wanted you out.” John sat on the edge of the bed and took off his blazer. “Why is everyone so mean to us Liam?” John asked, his eyes fixed on the wall opposite him. Liam didn’t know how to answer. He hated the way people treated them, he couldn’t stand to think about how it effected John and Edward. “They don’t, you have a lot more fans than haters” Liam told him “you saw the crowds waiting for you, all the photos you guys took, all the stuff you signed. they love you both and that’s all that matters.”

“You’re right” Edward agreed “just think of the fans.” Liam nodded his agreement and so did John. “Anyway, they’re just jealous” Liam smiled “they’re no way as cool as you two.”

“And there’s two of us so we are double cool” Edward added with a smile, making John laugh. Liam laughed and rolled his eyes with a “you’re not that cool, calm down”

“Cooler than anyone you know?” John grinned and Liam laughed. “You’re both definitely the coolest people I know.”

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Liam watched John take a glass of wine that was offered to him, his nose screwed up as he leaned down to smell it. He didn’t look sure and Liam tuned out of the conversation that was going on around and focused on John. They were half way through the after party that they had been invited to earlier that day and they had politely declined any offers of alcohol all night. Until now.

John hesitated before bringing the glass to lips. The liquid hardly even touched his lips, but John was screwing up his face and passing the glass back. Liam was oddly proud of him. Liam was proud until he heard a group chanting “Drink! drink! drink!” From the other side of room. He turned around to see a small group surrounding Edward, as he drunk down a very large, bright yellow cocktail. The crowd were cheering and laughing as they watched, clapping their hands as the glass was emptied. Liam walked away from his conversation, pushing through the crowd to get to Edward.

He was angry and shouted his name twice as he approached. Edward was laughing and dancing, the effects of whatever it was he drank taking ahold of him. “Edward!” Liam snapped, grabbing hold of his arm and pulling him away from the crowd. “What do you think you’re doing?” Edward couldn’t focus on him properly and Liam felt his anger raise. “I’m eighteen!” Edward shouted, a little too loud and Liam was dragging him out, waving for John to follow him.

“Edward?” John frowned as he came outside. Edward was leaning up against Liam, unable to support himself. Whatever was mixed in that must have been strong and as Edward had never even touched alcohol before, Liam wasn’t surprised at his reaction. “John!” Edward smiled, trying to slap John on the back, but missing. John looked at Liam, looking confused. “What’s-”

“He’s pissed!” Liam shouted, watching Edward lean against the wall. “I’ll get a cab” Liam said, praying that Edward wouldn’t throw up.

Once back in the hotel room, Liam waited for John to help Edward into some pyjamas before getting him into bed. Edward thought it was party time for a while, dancing and laughing, being far too loud. That had passed, and now he was feeling sick and dizzy, complaining about the room spinning. Liam gave John a warning look, directing his anger at him for no reason. “What did I tell you two?” He hissed once Edward had quietened down.

John gasped and gestured to his brother, saying “I’m not the one you need to tell off!” Liam knew he was right. “I’m sleeping here tonight so I can keep an eye on him” Liam told him, flopping down onto the sofa. John nodded and got into his own bed, looking at Edward again before turning off the lights. Liam laid on the sofa and hoped for the second time that night that Edward wouldn’t be sick. He understood that they were eighteen and fully legal to drink, but they were different. John and Edward had an innocence about them that Liam didn’t want people taking advantage of.

They had a desire to be liked, accepted and Liam had told them that people can use that against them. He didn’t want them being lead into anything they shouldn’t be doing and Liam could just imagine how much a tabloid would pay for a ‘Jedward kiss and tell’ story and he knew how mortified they would be if anything like that were to happen. Liam sighed and closed his eyes, listening to Edward’s snores.

“What did I tell you Edward?” Liam shouted, making Edward wince. He looked rough, his fair skin had the darkest circles under his eyes and he looked like he was going to be sick. John awkwardly sat on the edge of the bed while Liam stood in front of Edward. “Edward?” Liam snapped again and Edward mumbled “not to drink” as he looked down at his feet. “What was it?” Liam asked and Edward shrugged. “Someone just gave it to me” he said and Liam threw his arms up in frustration.

“Anything could have been in that drink Edward!” Liam paced the floor in anger. “Anything could’ve happened” he said, looking back at Edward. He could tell that he regretted it. Edward still looked like he was ill but Liam couldn’t bring himself to feel any sympathy for him. He shook his head as he mumbled “get washed and ready. We have busy day” before leaving the room, slamming the door behind him.

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“Why do people always ask us if we’ve had sex?” Edward asked as he flicked through twitter. They were on their way to an interview and the traffic was bad. They had been stick for twenty minutes already. John peeked at the phone from beside Edward and frowned “why do they care?”

Liam was sitting opposite them, watching them in amusement. “Look another one!” John pointed out “'are Jedward virgins?’” John read the tweet aloud, frowning. Liam shook his head in dismissal and said “don’t worry about them.” Edward slipped the phone back into his pocket and looked out of the window. Liam flicked his eyes between them and wondered himself if they had ever done anything sexual. He really didn’t care either way but as the traffic still wasn’t moving, he figured it was the perfect time to have an actual conversation about it. Warn them about one night stands and being safe.

“Don’t feel pressured into anything though” he started, catching their attention. “Like, if you don’t want to do anything, you know?” Liam raised his eyebrows at them but just got confused looks back. “Sexual” he clarified “you don’t have to. Don’t get led into something you’re not comfortable with.” They exchanged a look that Liam couldn’t read and Edward laughed while John smirked. “I’m just telling you this boys, because there’s a lot of people out there just waiting to sleep with anyone famous to sell their story” Liam explained, watching them both. They caught each other’s eye again and seemed to have a silent conversation between them. Edward’s eyes flicked down to John’s lips before looking back at Liam.

“Okay” Edward smiled “thanks Liam.”

“Yeah thanks Liam” John said, his hand coming down to rest on Edward’s knee. Liam turned his attention back to his phone to flick through twitter.

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The one thing that made Liam angry was the hate towards John and Edward. He couldn’t understand it. So what if people thought they weren’t the best singers? That doesn’t justify being horrible. Liam looked up from the phone, looking at Edward first before looking at John. They both looked upset and Liam was at a loss on how to fix it.

He shook his head and clicked off the tweets. John had given him the phone as they waited for their flight, telling him to read what people were saying about them. He looked close to tears so Liam had taken the phone and his heart sunk.

“Ign-”

“Ignore them. Yeah. We know.” Edward snapped. Liam sighed and decided to put the phone in his pocket rather than give it back. He tried to protect them as best as he could, but they weren’t blind to it. They noticed the looks, heard the comments and read the hate online. Liam was constantly telling them not to look but they did, sometimes stumbling on it by accident.

Edward’s eyes were pleading for Liam to say slime thing, to somehow make it better but Liam couldn’t, he didn’t know what to do. “Everyone in the public eye gets hate” he said gently “it’s nothing personal.” Edward’s eyes flicked downwards and Liam looked at John for help before Edward started to cry. John put his hand on Edward’s shoulder but he also looked on the verge. “Listen” Liam said, sitting forward on his chair “it’s nothing personal, you need to learn how to ignore it, brush it off.”

“But it’s all the time” John told him, his voice low. “We haven’t done anything to these people, what’s their problem?” Liam shrugged. He had asked himself the same question so many times. “Their-”

“Jealous.” Edward cut in again “that’s what you always say.” He met Liam’s eyes again and Liam didn’t miss how glazed over his eyes were. He didn’t mind Edward crying, in fact he was the one always telling them to let it out, cry, shout, do whatever you need to and move on. But crying in the middle of an airport wasn’t the best thing for Edward right now.

“Edward, please don’t get upset” Liam looked at John again, hoping John could do some kind of twin magic on his brother to stop him from crying. John didn’t move though, didn’t speak and Liam was getting the phone out again and opening twitter. “'Jedward are literally the only thing that makes me happy’” Liam read out loud as he scrolled. “'I love Jedward so much, can I marry them?’” He read with a smile, flicking his eyes up to the twins. They were both watching him, faces expressionless. “Okay, this one is just a load of heart emojis” Liam said “this one’s good. 'John and Edward are the sweetest people ever, why can’t people leave them alone?’” Liam looked at them again before continuing “'haters don’t know what they’re talking about, Jedward are the best people ever.’”

John smiled and nudged Edward as Liam read. Edward smiled a little in response so Liam carried on. “'Ive met them twice and they are honestly the nicest people on the planet. I love them so much.’” Liam showed them the fan’s photo that she posted of them meeting her, their arms around her. She looked so happy and Edward smiled and said “I remember her! John, remember her?” John nodded and laughed “remember we signed her arm?” And Edward was laughing too, saying something about her pretty hair. “See?” Liam smiled “you make so many people happy, there’s more love on here than hate.”

“Look at this one!” Edward smiled as he took the phone “this girl was so funny, we took like, a hundred photos with her.” Liam watched them scroll through the fan’s tweets, smiling and laughing. He was still angry, but Liam thought he needed to take his own advice and ignore the hate. After all, so many people loved them and Liam could see why.

#jedward prompt #prompt #this one wasn't cesty but it's implied #depending on how to look at it #jedcest fic #jedcest prompt

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area50dununiverse · 8 years ago

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If I asked very nicely would you write a fic where Edward is comforting John while he's crying? Like John is too embarrassed to cry in front of anyone but he's totally comfortable with Edward so he gets it all pent up and finally lets it out to Edward? Maybe in the cbb house after the big fight in the toilet with their mics off or as teenagers bc of bullying in school/x factor I'm not picky! Pretty please with sugar on top? I'd be forever grateful!

OMG you asked so nicely! You’re so lovely! I hope you like it!

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There were many things that set John on edge. Being called names and being constantly accused of being defensive and fake, a game player and snide. He was none of those things and neither was Edward. They couldn’t even walk into a room without being shouted at for some ridiculous reason and it was getting to him.

He felt stupid, it was Big Brother at the end of the day, it’s the whole point of the show, fall outs and bitching. He could feel it chipping away at his patience with every mean comment and dirty look. John hated showing his vulnerable side, he was the strong one, the one that was supposed to protect Edward and look after the both of them.

There were so many times John had to bite his tongue. He couldn’t argue because he knew he would cry, an unfortunate reaction John had to getting angry. So he clenched his fist and walked away.

John would think about it just before he fell asleep at night, he would think about the way people spoke to him and the names they called him and Edward. It was like being at school all over again. John would close his eyes tightly, until he drifted off and start the next day anew, moving on and hoping they would give him a break from the nastiness.

But after seeing everyone’s nominations on the screen, John was fuming. Being constantly called names was wearing him down and John tried to make them understand how he felt. John could feel the sting behind his eyes, hear the edge to his own voice as he defended himself.

He didn’t want to raise his voice or argue but he snapped and he did and now he felt like shit. As soon as the argument was over, John headed for bathroom, shutting himself in the toilet and sitting with his back to the door to keep it closed.

He took off his microphone and carefully wrapped it in a towel so he knew he was completely alone, no one could hear anything. John took a few shaky breaths and tried to calm himself down when he heard a light tap on the door. John cleared his throat, not trusting his voice before calling “I’m in here” And hoping whoever it was would leave. “I know.” Edward’s voice answered. There was pressure on the door, pushing against John’s back so John moved to let him in, standing himself up.

Edward slipped in, instantly taking his own mic off, gently putting it on the floor. “Want help cleaning the bathroom?” He asked loudly before running the taps. John knew what Edward was doing and he thankful that he had him. John quickly took two big strides across the small room to get to Edward, who pulled him into a tight hug. “You did well.” Edward whispered quietly, keeping his voice low so the running taps would cover it. John buried his head in Edward’s shoulder, finally letting go and releasing a sob, tears streaming down his face and onto Edward’s white blazer.

Edward simply held him, one hand on the back of John’s head, his fingers stroking his hair, the other hand resting on John’s back. John couldn’t speak even if he tried so he just let the moment take him, let himself go and let Edward comfort him. John held the back of Edward’s blazer, putting his full weight on his twin. “You’re okay.” Edward mumbled. “Just let it out John and you’ll feel better, I promise.”

John nodded and stood himself up straight, catching sight of his reflection in the mirror above the sink. He was a mess. A red, blotchy, tearful mess. Edward used his thumbs to wipe away the tears, his hands bracing his head, making John look at him. “I’m proud of you.” He told him, adding “No arguments.” At John’s attempt to protest. John didn’t feel proud of himself, he was embarrassed that he let himself snap like that and he prayed that he hadn’t ruined everything for Edward.

“What if we get evicted now? The public might hate me.” John could feel the tears forming again and quickly wiped them away. Edward shrugged and told him “I’ll still be proud that you stuck up for yourself. It would be worth it.” John leaned into Edward again and closed his eyes as Edward held him tightly.

“I’m glad you’re here.” John whispered “I couldn’t do it without you.” “Yes you could.” Edward argued without missing a beat. John smiled to himself. It made him feel good knowing Edward had faith in him. “Don’t keep it to yourself.” Edward said, pulling away, holding John at arms length so he could look at him. “You should’ve talked to me, I’m here for you.” Edward’s eyes were sincere and John nodded. He felt a lot better, like a weight had been lifted and he figured crying wasn’t such a bad thing as long as he had Edward.

“Ready?” Edward asked after a few more minutes and John nodded, picking up his and Edward’s microphones and putting them on. “Okay-” Edward held the door and John slipped out first, closely followed by Edward. John fussed with his hair in the mirror and thanked god his face looked normal, like nothing had happened. Edward done the same, musing his own hair and catching John’s eye in the reflection. Edward smiled at him and there was something so reassuring in Edward’s smile that John felt like he could relax for a while. “Thanks Edward.” John mumbled before smiling back.

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area50dununiverse · 8 years ago

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Jedward teenage years fic

Summary: I couldn’t do one whole fic because I wasn’t happy with anything I wrote so I made one fic out of a few little teenage Jedward moments. I also didn’t make it into jedcest because I wasn’t sure if that’s what you wanted???

Anyway: Happy/sad/funny. Hope you like it anon!!

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John laid back on his bed, tears streaming down his face and holding his stomach. He couldn’t breathe through the manic laughter and gasped for air, wiping at his wet cheeks. He tried to speak but all that came out was more breathless laughter.

Edward giggled, leaning over his twin and digging his fingers into his ribs. John squealed, his high pitched laugh disappearing as he gasped for air. “Tell me!” Edward demanded through his own laughter. “Or I’ll keep tickling you!” Edward grabbed on to John’s stomach to prove his point.

“Okay! Okay!” John cried in surrender. Edward sat on John’s bed watching John sit himself up, wiping his red face. Edward smirked. John knew he wasn’t going to let the subject drop. Edward could read John like a book and knew he wasn’t telling him something. He pestered him until John finally snapped “it’s a secret” and that’s when Edward had to use force. Tickling.

“Okay-” John puffed, still out of breath. He caught Edward’s eye and smiled and Edward thought he was going to combust with the suspense. “John!” “Okay! I’m getting there!” John laughed holding his hands up in a surrender. “Our 16th Birthday is next week.” John started, a big smile on his face. Edward nodded, trying to hurry John along.

“I know what we’re getting!” John whisper-shouted with a quick glance to the door, looking relieved at finally telling. Edward sat forward, his eyes wide. “Spill-” “It will ruin the surprise Ed!” Edward held his hands up, making grabby movements and John spat “A puppy!” Before Edward attacked.

Edward gasped, his eyes wide. “Really?” He breathed. John nodded with a wide smile. “How’d you know?” Edward could feel the excitement bubbling through his body. “I was asleep on the sofa and mum was on the phone taking about it. She left the room and I woke up and heard everything!” Edward giggled and pounced on his brother, pulling him into a tight hug which John returned. “I’m so happy!” Edward laughed, making John giggle.

A week later and Edward held the puppy to his chest, proud with himself for his acting skills. He pulled off the surprised look perfectly. It had been a tough week, pretending he didn’t know and he was glad it was finally over. John reached out and gently stroked the tiny animal with a smile. “We should be actors.” They shared a knowing smile and turned their attention back to their new pet.

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Edward looked at the clock for the tenth time and sighed. He had been stuck in double maths for what seemed like forever. “Grimes?” Edward’s head flicked up from his doodles to find everyone watching him. “Do you know the answer?” Mr Bobbett asked, knowing full well that he didn’t. Edward inwardly groaned. “He misses his boyfriend.” Someone mumbled, making a few other people giggle. “Yeah, to busy writing love letters to his own brother!”

There was more laughter and Edward looked back down at the page he was using to draw the batman logo on and sighed. “Enough.” The teacher snapped at the class before walking away from Edward’s desk. Edward continued shading in the dark bits, his pencil pressed on the paper so hard, the lead broke. He rolled his eyes and checked the clock again.

“What’s their problem?” Edward fumed, pacing the floor back and fourth. John watched him from where he was sitting on Edward’s bed. “Why can’t they just..” Edward trailed off, trying to find something that will convey his anger. “-Die?” He settled on, making John laugh.

Edward sat on the bed next to John and huffed. “Wanna hear a joke about a ghost?” John asked with a smirk. “No.” Edward grumbled shooting John a dirty look. “That’s the spirit!” John smiled and Edward wanted to push him off the bed. “Spirit!” John repeated, breaking into full on laughter and as much as Edward didn’t want to, he laughed too. “Shut up John!” He laughed, actually pushing him off the bed. John landed on the floor with a thump, still laughing, his hands grabbing at Edward and pulling him down with him.

Edward screamed and playfully hit him, forgetting what he was even mad about. “Be nice!” John called from under Edward’s body, where he landed on top of him. Edward simply laughed and got off, letting John up. “You love me too much to hurt me.” John sat up and gave a cheeky smile. “I do.” Edward returned, ruffling John’s hair. “I do too.” John smiled, holding out his hand for Edward to help him up.

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“Where’s Edward?” John asked, popping his head around into the classroom. The teacher swiped his eyes around the room “he left when the bell went.” He told John. John didn’t know who the teacher was, he didn’t have all his classes with Edward which annoyed him. John took a step back and frowned. Edward never failed to meet him at home time or break times. John left to go and search for Edward, with a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach.

He finally found him ten minuets later, after the school was completely abandoned, everyone else long gone. “Edward?” He called as he entered the last set of toilets he had to check. “John?” Edward’s face poked out of the stall, tearful and red. John rushed over, joining him in the cramped space.

“Why’re you here?” John mumbled, breaking the silence. “Hiding.” Edward said flatly. He looked down at his brother, sitting on top of the toilet lid, shoulders slumped. He realised Edward’s shirt was missing a few buttons and frowned. “What did they do?” Edward’s eyes flicked up and met John’s and John instinctively put his hand on Edward’s shoulder.

“Nothing too bad. Just pushed me around a bit.” Edward took a shaky breath, John instantly kneeling down in front of him, his arm stretched around the back of Edward’s neck. Edward leaned forward and put his head on John’s shoulder, his breath shaky. John could tell he was close to tears. Edward hated confrontation. “They’re jealous Ed.” John soothed. “Because you’re so much better than all of them put together.”

John’s knees were aching and he was slightly grossed out by kneeling in front of the school toilet, but all he could care about was Edward and the fact he was now crying on his shoulder. John rubbed along Edward’s back. He was angry and the worse thing about it was that he knew he couldn’t do anything about. John was hardly tough, he couldn’t fight them and Edward always begged him not to make a scene anyway.

“Let’s go home?” Edward’s voice was broken, small and John felt his heart sink. He got to his feet and opened the stall door before straightening Edward’s shirt out, trying to tidy him up a bit. Edward’s pale skin was blotchy and red, his eyes tired and sore from the tears. John quickly looked away and left the bathroom with Edward.

John protectively linked his arm with Edward’s as they walked home, glancing at him every few steps to make sure he was okay. They didn’t speak until they were home and in the safety of their bedroom. “Do you know how great you are?” John suddenly asked while Edward was idly flicking through his homework. Edward looked up from the page and frowned. “You’re kind, Edward, the kindest person I know-” John told him, getting it off his chest.

The whole way home John was silently fuming, his mind listing all the reasons Edward was picked on, all his qualities that made him a target. “You’re also smart, even though you deny it, you are.” “What’re you talking about John?” Edward put his book down and watched as John paced the floor between their beds. “You’re funny and you care about others, you’re always helping people and you’re good looking.”

Edward scoffed and shook his head. “Shut up, you have to say that, we look the same!” Edward smiled. John sat on Edward’s bed, wondering if Edward saw himself the way John saw him. “I mean it. That’s why they pick on you, you’re everything they’re not and you should be proud of that. Hold your head up high and never change.” Edward gave a sad smile and John could see he was almost crying again. “Thanks.” Edward leaned towards John, wrapping him into a hug. “Can you help me with my science homework? Edward asked, pulling away after a minute, his eyes glazed over. John nodded and took the book from him.

•

Edward smiled to himself as he watched John walk down the garden. He ducked down, trying to stay hidden as John neared the door, straining up to see out of the window. John had stopped to pet the dog, Edward could hear him talking while he made a fuss of their pet. “Come on..” Edward mumbled watching John throw a ball for the dog.

Edward stifled a giggle as John started for the door again. This was Edward’s best idea yet and he couldn’t wait. “Edward?” John called, a few steps away from the half closed door. Edward ducked again and put his hand over his mouth to silence the giggles. A tiny part of him reminded himself that’s he was sixteen and not six, but Edward giggled harder the thought of being so childish.

“There you ar-” John’s sentence was cut short as he walked into the kitchen and the bucket of iced water that Edward had expertly balanced on top of the door fell over him, soaking him through. John gasped, ice cubes scattered around his feet, his white t-shirt now see through and his face one of pure shock.

Edward held his stomach, laughing so hard he had to brace himself against the kitchen counter. He closed his eyes and his laughter overtook him, he couldn’t breathe and Edward thought he was going to pass out. “Edward!” He opened his eyes to see John, shivering and wet, an ice cube stuck to his t-shirt, setting Edward off, laughing even harder.

John approached him, and Edward feared for his life until John broke into a grin, grabbing Edward and pulling him into a tight hug, getting him cold and wet. “Ew!” Edward cried through his laughter, leaning on John for support. “Your face!” He laughed “you’re so wet!”

John laughed with him, pulling back and stripping his wet shirt off. “Just you wait. Revenge.” He warned before walking away, leaving Edward in fits of giggles.

•

John hated family parties. He loved his family, of course, but one of the side effects of being Irish is having a massive family and after speaking to four people he didn’t even know, he had had enough. “Who’s that?” Edward asked from beside him. John followed his stare and frowned. “I think they’re cousins?” John seemed to recall chatting to one of them earlier but couldn’t remember the details.

“Second cousins maybe? Yeah second cousins.” He concluded. Edward had already turned his attention to the plate of food in front of him and wasn’t listening anyway. John huffed and folded his arms. “Why do we have to be here?” He whined “who’s birthday is it?”

“Christening.” Edward corrected, nodding towards the baby that their aunt Mary was holding, a small group of female relatives making a fuss over her. “Is there cake?” Edward nodded and John felt a little spike of hope run through him. There had better be a cake, he thought.

“Is there cake?” John asked as their mum approached a while later. “Yes John.” She sighed. John could feel Edward laughing from where they were pressed together in their shared armchair. John sighed again. “You could look a little happier!” John gave a fake, over the top smile to his mum, “Better?”

“Don’t be cheeky.” She smiled as she was ushered away by another unfamiliar face. “Who knew we had so many family members?” Edward said, stuffing another cocktail sausage into his mouth. John sighed again.

John stayed in the same chair with Edward all afternoon, watching people come and go. When the parents of the baby started doing speeches. John and Edward were forced to stand with everyone else while they listened. The baby was fast asleep in her buggy, behind the table and John didn’t really see the point.

The baby’s mum was thanking the god parents and John was impatient, shifting his weight from one foot to the other and bumping into the person to his left.

He gave him a polite smile and took a step to the right just in time to knock into his uncle Kenneth. Unfortunately for John, uncle Kenneth was carrying the beautifully, hand decorated cake, which was now on the floor in a mess.

Everyone stopped and looked, John heard a few gasps and he froze. His suit was splattered with icing, as were a few other people’s outfits and John could see the horror on their faces, his own mother was looking at the floor shaking her head and all John could do was apologise. It could have only been a few seconds but time seemed to slow down, John’s face was bright red, he could feel the heat radiating off of himself.

He started to bend down, trying to at least clean the mess up when Edward appeared out of nowhere, grabbing a handful of cake and throwing it at him. John felt the splatter, his eyes wide, mouth agape. What was happening? One of the younger cousins leaped forward, grabbing herself a handful before throwing it at her older brother.

John watched as a few more of the younger ones followed, the room erupting into chaos. Edward was laughing and John caught his eye as uncle Kenneth began to join in. “What did you do?” John asked, still in shock as he approached his twin. “Saved your arse.” Edward smiled, a bit of pink icing hitting his shoulder.

John watched as the baby’s mum smudged cake on her husband, both of them laughing, eyes full of joy as the baby slept, safely out of the way of flying cake. “This is the best christening I’ve ever been to!” Someone shouted and John was so confused, like he’d entered another world. Something wet hit his face and he turned back to Edward, his hand full of cake and a mischievous grin on his face.

John was quicker, grabbing and throwing cake right at Edward, hitting him in the face as they both laughed. “Well, you wanted cake!” Edward laughed as a bit hit John on the shoulder.

Edward shot John a bright smile which John easily returned. They loved each other and they both knew that no matter what happens, for the rest of their lives, they will always have each other.

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area50dununiverse · 8 years ago

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For the Anon who asked for a teenage Jedward fic...

It’s coming today or tomorrow!! I've been so slow!! Please bare with me <3

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area50dununiverse · 8 years ago

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I absolutely adore your Jedward fics, they're the best on the web! You're so talented and sweet

Hey lovely person! first of all: THANK YOU for being so nice and honestly, I adore being called sweet, so you have my heart

Secondly: By ‘best on the web’ don’t you mean ONLY ones on the web? My fics aren’t that good but you take what yu can get, am I right? ;)

Thirdly: Your prompt is in NO way shitty!!

And lastly: I REALLY hope you like it because it went in a different direction to what I originally planned… ENJOY!!

PS- prompt me anytime and although I may take 5 years to do it, I will always fill it, you lovely anon! :)

Edward wrapped his hand around himself and let out a shaky breath. He had given in to his urges long ago and let himself think up images of John. He imagined him on his knees in front of him, his plump lips opening around his length.

Edward let out a soft moan, biting his lip against the sounds. John was only in the shower next door, and Edward didn’t know how long he had. He had to be quick and quiet.It didn’t take him long to reach climax, whispering small moans under his breath.

John came out of the bathroom a few seconds later, rambling on about something. Edward looked at his phone to avoid looking at him. It felt too dirty to hold a conversation with him literally seconds after coming at the thought of John blowing him. He nodded and agreed in the right places, not really listening to what John was saying. He was still thinking about the dirty images on his mind, letting them linger behind his eyes for a while longer.

The next morning, Edward woke up hard. He knew he had time to sort himself out before John woke up so went to work, sighing softly and thinking about his twin in the dirtiest way possible.“What?”Edward froze at John’s voice, flicking his eyes over to where he lay. His back was facing Edward and he was wondering if he imagined it.“You said my name?” John turned around to face Edward, blinking sleep from eyes and confirming that no, Edward wasn’t imagining his voice.Edward held his breath, hand still wrapped around himself, too scared to move. He had no idea he had even said John’s name and now John was looking at him, confused and sleepy.

Edward stayed frozen and gave John a small smile. “Maybe I said it in my sleep?” He mumbled, breathing out a laugh. John’s eyes trailed down the quilt and Edward held his breath again.“Are you…?” John frowned, fully awake now. Edward felt his face heat up. He was burning hot and wanted to run and never come back. He had no clue as to why he was still holding himself as all logic screamed to just let go.

“You said my name,” John stated matter of factly.“Maybe you misheard,” Edward said in his defence even though it was pointless. John knew what he heard and there was Edward, in front of him with his hand still on his dick and his face bright red.“Edward-” John warned and Edward knew he had to either come clean or think of a better lie.“Fine,” Edward sighed, finally letting go of himself and sitting up. “I did, but I didn’t mean to. I was trying to be silent.” John frowned again, looking even more confused.“Why did you say it?” He asked and Edward felt himself blush deeper.

“I just-” he bit his lip, trying to figure out how to say ‘I was thinking about you fucking me into next week’ delicately. “Was thinking about…” He looked away from John, focusing on the window instead as he mumbled “you.”

There was a stretch of silence and Edward was half way through a mini mental breakdown when John said “oh.”Edward looked at him, his cheeks so hot he felt like he was a furnace. “Are you freaked out?”“Nah, not really,” John shrugged, getting himself comfy again. “It’s cool.”

Edward slowly nodded. He had to admit that wasn’t what he had expected. John had always been laid back and Edward knew that he would always accept him no matter what. He had no problem coming out to John all those years ago because he knew John would always love him and never judge him.This was different though. Edward couldn’t help but think John was taking this a bit too well.

“Why?” John asked suddenly, making Edward cringe. What could he say to that?“Dunno,” he settled on but John wasn’t happy with that.“Tell me,” John turned his body so he was laying on his side, facing Edward.“You’re always the one that’s here I suppose,” Edward shrugged. “Your constant, safe and I love you.” He met John’s eyes and suddenly felt sad.He was fully aware that John didn’t feel the same. He was straight for one thing, always going off with various girls and spending nights in their beds, leaving Edward to push the jealousy to the back of mind.

John nodded, picking up on Edward’s sudden mood change. His stare was too intense, to deep so Edward looked away again, choosing to look down at his quilt instead. “Don’t be sad,” John told him softly “you know I love you.”Edward tried to smile as he nodded. He wanted to say that it wasn’t the same, that John couldn’t possibly understand his feelings.“I know,” he said instead. It wasn’t John’s fault Edward felt like this and he knew he couldn’t punish him for it. He couldn’t push his sadness onto John for something he couldn’t help.

“I’m sorry,” John said, looking down at his hands. Edward shook his head because this was not what he wanted. He opened his mouth to speak but John was moving, jumping into his bed quickly with a smile. “You’re a Virgin,” John stated, making Edward frown. He was fully aware of his sad sexual status and didn’t really want reminding. Edward wasn’t nieve enough to think John spent nights with girls sleeping and he hated being the one left behind; For John to experience something without him.

“You want to do it with someone you trust and love, right?” John shuffled closer and Edward was suddenly very hyper aware of everything.“But you’re-”“I’ll do it for you, Ed, I want to.” John moved again and Edward felt warm lips against his. It was hesitant at first; Edward didn’t know what to do or how to react. This was John, his twin who he cared for most in the world and he didn’t want him regretting anything.

“You don’t have to-” Edward mumbled, leaning back to look at him.“I want to.” John pushed Edward back and positioned himself over him, his hands on either side of his head as he climbed on top of him. John had a knee either side of Edward’s hips and Edward couldn’t help the tiny movements as he bucked up into him.John grinned at him, a look of triumph on his face and he leant down to kiss him again.

This time, Edward kissed back, letting John lead him as their lips moved together. John’s tongue opened Edward’s mouth and Edward let him kiss him, hardly kissing back. John had a confidence that Edward didn’t, he was experienced and knew what to do, leaving Edward helpless underneath him.John kissed down Edward’s neck, kissing across his collar bones before biting his pulse point. Edward groaned and pushed up against him again.

“John…” Edward whispered. It almost felt wrong to say his name but this time was real, it was really John so Edward said it again just because he could.John’s hand snaked down Edward’s body, taking hold of him tightly. The touch sent sparks through Edward’s body, he was so desperate.“We need lotion or something,” John mumbled, letting go of Edward and climbing off him.“Vaseline-” Edward breathed, pointing to his draw. John raised an eyebrow before leaning over Edward and getting the small pot.

“You’ll have to do it,” John said, handing it to Edward. “I don’t know how.”Edward nodded and opened the jar before slicking up his fingers. He was no stranger to fingering himself and went to work quickly. John stood up and slipped off his pants, making Edward blush slightly. He couldn’t believe it was actually happening.

Edward worked himself while John knelt beside him, peppering kisses over his chest and face. He was sweating and panting by the time he pulled his fingers out with a strangled “I’m ready.”John took the vaseline from him and Edward closed his eyes. He couldn’t bring himself to watch John slick himself up but he could feel him stroking himself before lining himself up.

“Are you okay?” John whispered, his voice heavy. Edward nodded, words failing him as he bucked his hips up towards him, a silent plea. There was a pressure, a burn and a strange popping feeling as John pushed in.It was so different to what Edward was used to. He had only ever used his fingers and Edward wasn’t sure if he could this if John was too big.

John slowly pushed in, hushing Edward and kissing his face until he was fully inside. Edward took a moment to breathe before giving him a nod. John started moving, agonisingly slow, and gentle.Edward moaned his back arching, his mouth slack. He had never felt so full and it was so good. The burn, the stretch, everything was good and Edward needed more.John pushed back in, snapping his hips up into Edward as he whimpered from above him. Edward opened his eyes and looked up at him. He was flushed and on the edge, just like Edward was and with another nod from Edward, John let go, moving his hips hard and fast.

Edward cried out, his fingers digging into John’s biceps. He had never felt this good and as John pushed back in, it got ten thousand times better. Edward all but screamed, making John breathe out a laugh as he angled his hips and hit the spot again and again.“Fuck, oh fuck John-” Edward breathed, making John moan. “John, yes, fuck…” Edward screamed completely unashamed. John mumbled Edward’s name a few times, his voice husky and possibly the best thing Edward had ever heard. Edward’s hand flew down his body to touch himself but John pulled it away and replaced it with his own, pumping him in time with his thrusts.

Edward cried out, going temporarily blind and deaf as his orgasm took over his body. His body twitched against John’s and he was vaguely aware of John coming, his moans filtering through Edward’s fogged up mind.John pulled out and flopped down on top of him as they caught their breath.

Edward felt good. Better than good, he felt amazing and couldn’t help the lazy smile on his lips.John rolled off him and smiled at him before whispering a shaky “okay?”Edward nodded his body craving sleep. He closed his eyes and felt John move as he got out of bed. Edward didn’t know where he went or what would happen once he woke up. He didn’t know if they would ever talk about it or acknowledge what had happened, all Edward knew, for now, was how happy he felt and how he desperately needed to sleep.Edward opened his eyes once more to see John lying in his own bed, watching him. John smiled again and Edward smiled back before he drifted into sleep.

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area50dununiverse · 8 years ago

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Prompt (if your comfortable) John feels pressured to lose his virginity b/c of constant questions in interviews so he does it with a random boy who he doesnt really like but feels like he has to do it. he thinks about Edward the whole time. a few days later Liam gives them a talk about it feeling pressured and John bursts out crying admitting everything. Liam tells him it's natural he just wanted to think of someone who would make him feel safe, but John knows he has real feelings for Edward...

Hello lovely! I hope you like it! Sorry it took so long, I accidentally deleted it while editing it. Read below as always! xx

“Do you ever think about having sex Edward?” John asked, looking up from his phone. Edward looked at John with a slight frown, pausing for a moment to think. “Not really” he shrugged turning back to sticking rhinestones on to his blazer. John watched him in silence for a moment before looking back at his phone. “Why?” Edward asked, poking his tongue out as he concentrated. John looked back at the tweet, reading out loud “I bet Jedward are still virgins”. He looked at Edward who didn’t react so he read another one. “Jedward will die virgins.”

Edward chuckled, dropping a few rhinestones. “It’s not funny” John mumbled, not sure why he was getting so worked up about it. Edward simply smiled and shrugged, going back to his glue gun. John watched him for a little while before putting down his phone and going to sit with him. “Make yourself useful” Edward mumbled and John got on with sticking rhinestones.

It was a few days later when it got brought up again. They were doing an interview when the interviewer asked if they had girlfriends. Edward answered, saying the usual “we don’t have time” and John smirked and bit his tongue against saying ‘but we’ll have some boyfriends please’. “So no love life at the moment?” She asked and John knew where this was leading “come one guys, I’m sure everyone is curious to know how far you’ve gone with a girl?” She smiled and John narrowed his eyes at her. “We’re good boys” Edward laughed “ but maybe if Britney’s interested?”

She laughed at Edward’s joke but John was annoyed. He didn’t know why it didn’t bother Edward and he tried not to let it bother him but it did. He was the only eighteen year old that he knew of who was still a virgin. Apart from Edward but that didn’t count. John had never even kissed another person, not properly and he was going to be nineteen in a month.

John knew he wasn’t interested in girls and he knew Edward wasn’t either. They had never actually spoken about it but they just knew. Edward would give John that look when a hot man was on TV or when they watched Justin Timberlake or Justin Bieber on YouTube. John knew that look as the 'look at this sexy man’ look and he was glad they had an unspoken understanding.

“I didn’t like her” John snapped in the car on the way back. “We don’t go around asking people if they’ve had sex so why do they always ask us?” Liam looked at them and laughed and John wanted to shout at him that it wasn’t funny. Edward was also smiling in amusement so John turned away from them and looked out of the window. He promised himself that he was going to have sex before their birthday.

Two days before his and Edward’s birthday they got invited to a launch party for some album John didn’t know the name of. It was late and Edward had already gone up to their hotel room and John had plans to follow and head to bed until he got talking to a pretty stranger at the bar. He had asked John his name and John had introduced himself, relieved that the stranger didn’t know who he was. “My name’s Chris, do you want a drink?” He smiled and John nodded as he said “whatever you’re having”. A glass of vodka and coke was handed to him and he took a sip. It burned and he didn’t like it but he didn’t want to look stupid in front of Chris so took another sip.

John watched him take a drink from his own glass, his eyes scanning over John’s body. “You here with anyone?” Chris asked, his blue eyes glistening in the lights. John shook his head and took a tiny step forward, their bodies brushing up against each other’s. “You have a room?” Chris smiled and that made John think about Edward alone in their room and a pang of guilt shot through him. He hoped Edward wasn’t waiting for him, hoped he wouldn’t worry. “No” John answered letting Chris take hold of his hand. “You wanna come up to mine?” John almost backed out, nerves getting the better of him but Chris pressed his lips against John’s quickly and he was soon following him into the unknown.

They got to his room, two floors below where John and Edward’s room was and Chris was kissing him hungrily. John felt nervous and wished he had finished his vodka drink, just to relax him. Chris was pulling on John’s shirt and John let him strip it off, watching him do the same with his own. He was toned and good looking, fair skin and dirty blonde hair. John thought about Edward again and wondered if he would be mad at him for doing this. Chris kissed John’s chest, down to his stomach and John’s brain suddenly stopped working.

They tumbled on top of the made up bed and Chris was straddling John’s hips and kissing him on the lips. It was too wet and sloppy but John didn’t say anything as he let Chris kiss him. Chris moved off his hips and undone his jeans before pulling them from John’s legs so quickly, John couldn’t keep up. He palmed him through his underwear and John whined, letting his head full back on the pillow. “You’re a bottom yeah?” Chris asked, bringing John back to earth.

“What?” John frowned, his voice breathless. “Like, you want to me fuck you?” Chris expanded and John blushed, avoiding his stare. “I’ve never-” John hesitated, suddenly too embarrassed. “I’m a-”

John looked at him and smiled “yeah I’m a bottom.” He settles for saying instead. Chris leaned down and kissed John’s lips again, pulling off his pants with his other hand. John tried to relax into the kiss but all he could think about was Edward. He should’ve called him just to let him know that he was safe and he’ll be late.

John’s mind got muddled up and he was suddenly thinking about Edward kissing him. Chris’ hand was suddenly on him, stroking him slowly and John imagined it to be Edward’s touch, saw Edward in his mind’s eye touching him, long slender fingers wrapping around him and making him whimper. He shook the thought from his mind and disconnected their lips saying “can we hurry up?” As soon as he said it, he realised how stupid it sounded but Chris was grinning again. “Eager” he smiled and stood up to take off his own trousers.

John looked away, it was too awkward to look. The only other person he had ever seen naked was Edward and it felt strange to see someone else undressed. John mentally compared Chris’ body to Edward’s. He wasn’t as slender as Edward and less defined. Edward had sharp angles that shaped his body, whereas Chris didn’t. John frowned at the thought and started to worry that he was thinking about Edward too much. He knew it wasn’t the normal thing to do, thinking about your brother in the moments before sex but he almost wished Edward was with him because he always knew just what to do and say when John was too shy or embarrassed. Edward made him feel better and safe and John suddenly felt too alone, like he was missing his other half.

Chris was back on the bed and pulling at John. He didn’t really know what was going on until he was being maneuvered on to his knees. John naturally assumed he would be on his back with Chris on top, that’s how he had always imagined it. He didn’t like being on his hands and knees because it felt degrading. Chris asked if John was okay and John told him that he was. He carried on and John couldn’t help but think that Edward would have known. He would’ve picked up on John’s discomfort and stopped, changed positions without John needing to vocalise anything. John closed his eyes as Chris touched him. Maybe it’s just what happens, John thought, maybe this is how everyone does it.

John thought about Edward again. He wondered who Edward would end up sleeping with and how they would do it. John hoped Edward would wait until he falls in love so it would sweet and perfect. Chris slipped a finger inside of John, startling him and pulling him out of this thoughts. He groaned at the feeling because it felt good and John wanted more. Another finger was added and it burned but it was okay. Chris didn’t speak so neither did John and after a while of nothing but grunts and moans, Chris deemed John ready.

It hurt and John was about to stop it when it suddenly got better. His muscles seemed to fully relax and it wasn’t so sore so John held onto the headboard and closed his eyes. Chris was making noise and John didn’t like it because while he could hear Chris, he couldn’t pretend it was someone else. He sounded gruff and hoarse, unlike Edward. He would sound graceful and delicate.

John wanted Chris to be Edward. He finally admitted it to himself as Chris thrust into him and all John could think about was his twin doing it to him. He felt guilty and sad. John thought about Edward laying in bed, maybe he was asleep, maybe he was waiting up for John and John felt like shit about the whole thing.

Chris started stroking John but it was all wrong so John batted his hand away and done it himself. He imagined Edward, picturing his flushed face and biting his lip against moaning Edward’s name. He came not too long after, the moment of bliss passing way too soon, leaving nothing but regret and confusion. Chris finished and pulled out a bit too roughly for John’s liking and threw himself onto the bed next to John. John didn’t know what to do, he didn’t know how to act in this situation so he sat around, getting off his hands and knees and pulled on his pants. He felt too exposed and quickly dressed, taking one last look at Chris before heading for the door. “See you around?” Chris asked from the bed and John shook his head before slamming the door shut behind him.

The hallway was cool and quiet and John closed his eyes while he took a few deep breaths. His body ached and he just wanted to get back to Edward, tell him all about it, tell him that he loves him and how he wished Chris was him. He headed to the hotel lift and pressed the button for the top floor where his and Edward’s room was.

John opened the door quietly and tried to sneak in, trying not to disturb Edward. “There you are” the lamp turned on and Edward was looking at him from his bed. He looked worried which added to John’s guilt. “Where were you?” John looked at Edward’s face and quickly decided not to tell him. He couldn’t risk losing him, telling Edward how he felt could jeopardise everything. He couldn’t face telling him about Chris either. Edward would be disappointed in him and John couldn’t bear it. “Party” John smiled, pulling off his clothes for the second time that night. “You okay?” Edward asked, a slight frown on his brow. John pulled on his sleep shorts and turned to Edward.

“Can I-” he left the question hanging but Edward got it and pulled back his quilt to let him into his bed without John having to ask. John smiled and silently thanked him for just understanding him. He slipped into bed and sat up next to Edward, pulling him into a hug and breathing him in, finally feeling at ease. “What’s happened?” Edward whispered as he held him, his hand smoothing over John’s bare back. He knew something was wrong and John cringed at thought. He didn’t want Edward to worry. “Nothing, just missed you” he said into Edward’s neck. John made no move to pull away so Edward settled back into his pillows, pulling John down with him. “You’re so weird” Edward spoke lightly before adding “you smell different.” John tensed up but Edward obviously didn’t think anything of it as he mumbled a sleepy “Goodnight”. Edward didn’t let go of him as he fell asleep and John was thankful for the comfort, even if Edward didn’t know he was giving it to him. “Night” John whispered, closing his eyes and listening to Edward’s heavy breathing.

In the next few days John felt rubbish. He was worried just in case he bumped into Chris but the worse thing about it all was keeping a secret from Edward. He felt awkward with the secret hanging over them, like some kind of dark cloud that he was sure Edward noticed. Edward didn’t mention it though, so maybe he was imagining it John reasoned to himself.

John found himself watching Edward more often and fully appreciating him. He had always loved Edward, loved him more than anyone or anything but this was different. He noticed the small things, like the way Edward’s body moved, the way his eyes smiled and lit up when he laughed. John found himself checking him out, letting his eyes run over his body and Edward would sometimes notice and smile at him before going back to whatever he was doing. Maybe he was just too polite to mention it or maybe he didn’t care. John hoped it was the latter. This just added to John’s guilt because every time he looked at Edward it reminded him of what he’d done and his feelings for him. Edward would sometimes ask if John was okay and John would smile and make a lame joke that Edward saw through but didn’t comment on.

Liam pulled John aside after yet another interviewer asked them about their sex lives. John had got a little too defensive and touchy about the whole situation. Edward had given him a look and John shut up and stayed quiet for the rest of the recording.

“What’s up with you?” Liam hissed, dragging John into an empty meeting room. Edward was chatting to the fans outside the hotel, too busy to notice their absence. John looked at the floor and opened his mouth to speak but all that came out was a sob as he burst into tears. Liam’s hands were on him instantly, patting his back and pulling him into a hug. “Oh my god, what’s happened?” Liam whispered, petting John’s hair. John stood up straight and mumbled something about Edward that didn’t make sense, even to himself.

Liam kept on rubbing John’s back, looking confused and worried. John took a few breaths and tried to calm down. “I had sex with some random guy named Chris” John started, the words tumbling out “and I hated it, I really hated it because it wasn’t Edward and I wanted it to be him Liam”. John finished, surprising himself at his confession. Liam frowned a little, his hand pausing, resting on John’s back for a second before moving, rubbing circles again. “John-” Liam said slowly “you had sex?” John nodded, his tears slowing down a little as he gathered himself. “With a stranger?”

John nodded again and Liam huffed. “Jesus John” Liam snapped “please tell me you used protection?”

“Yeah” John mumbled, his cheeks burning red. Liam nodded and sighed in relief “tell me again, calmer this time” Liam said “about what you said about Edward?” John shifted on his feet, a few tears dropping as he met Liam’s concerned face. “It wasn’t right” John started “because it wasn’t Edward. I wanted it to be Edward, not someone I’d just met.” Liam stepped forward, leaning forward toward John. “You didn’t want it to be Edward-” he started but John shook his head and said “he was I could think about.”

“Yeah but that’s because he’s your safety blanket, not because you wanted to-” Liam broke off and rubbed a hand over his face. “You were in an unfamiliar situation with an unfamiliar person, you didn’t feel comfortable and Edward’s always been there to comfort you” Liam said “and because he wasn’t there, you thought about him to make you feel safe John, that’s all.” John nodded, even though he didn’t agree. “Have you told him?”

“No, I feel guilty. Like I’ve cheated on him or something.” John mumbled, feeling stupid. “You don’t have to feel guilty John. Just because you’re moving on, branching out without Edward. That’s not a bad thing.” John nodded again, simply to shut Liam up and end the conversation.

“There you are!” John jumped, turning on his heel to see Edward walking towards him and Liam. “John?” Edward rushed over, his hand outstretched. “What’s wrong?” Edward put hand on John’s shoulder and looked at him closely. John could guess what he looked like as he wasn’t the prettiest cryer. His face always went red and blotchy and his eyes puffed up. There was no hiding his upset, especially from Edward. “John?” Edward snapped when neither him nor Liam answered. “Come on” Liam said “let’s go upstairs.”

The short trip to their room was silent. Edward kept glancing at John, his face full of worry and John knew he had to tell him everything. “Get some sleep” Liam told them as he handed them their key card “see you both in the morning.” Edward unlocked the door as Liam walked to his own room and John followed Edward inside.

“What’s happened John? Please tell me what’s wrong?” Edward spoke as soon as the door was shut behind him. John flopped down on one of beds closely followed by Edward who sat next to him. “You know at the party I was gone for ages?” John said, sitting up and facing Edward. He gave a nod so John carried on, his voice shaky. “I was with someone. We had sex” Edward’s eyebrows raised slightly in surprise but that was all. “I hated it Ed” John mumbled before Edward could say anything, feeling himself tear up again.

“You were all I could think about and I closed my eyes and thought about you, imagined it to be you” the words came spilling out before John could stop them. “Edward, all I wanted was you and I know it’s wrong and I never meant for this-” John’s words were suddenly stifled by Edward’s lips on his, taking John by surprise. Edward didn’t deepen the kiss, just pressed his lips against John’s, warm and comforting.

“It doesn’t count” Edward mumbled as he pulled away from a stunned John. “It’s not your first time that matters John, it’s your first time with someone you love. that’s all that really matters”. Edward lifted John’s chin with his index finger, making him look at him. John smiled at him, his heart heavy in his chest. “I love you” John told him, finally speaking the words. Edward didn’t run away screaming which made John relax a bit. He knew what Liam said was wrong. He loved Edward, more than anything. “I’m so in love with you” Edward whispered in return and John leaned forward again, kissing Edward with passion this time, parting his lips and tasting him.

Everything felt so right, so natural, so unlike the last time. John knew he didn’t have to worry about anything as long as he was with Edward. He thought about what Edward had said about the real first time being with someone you love and as Edward’s fingers fumbled with undoing John’s jeans, John was completely sure that he was ready for his real first time.

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