contest entry: Fuck it. by Nero
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last_pleasureentry #03, Fuck it. by Nero
synopsis: LUNA SEA fanfic in which everyone is drunk and the word 'fuck' is used more than 30 times.
ratings/warnings: Consider the above a warning. There's also various not very descriptive stuff. Present tense abuse and plenty of other goodies. I don't like this much and you're allowed to hate it too.
entered in: category 1 (open)
dartboard: yes
concrit: 2
Some summer nights they all get together despite the fact that they can’t hold a conversation sober anymore and certain parties wish they could tear other parties’ eyes out. It’s alright though because they drink too much and they reminisce and occasionally there’s a fist fight or an alcohol throwing fight or a regular, verbal fight. They like it that way though, lets them be together again, helps them realise why they aren’t together anymore. When there apart one of them might mistakenly wonder why they really broke up but when they’re together they hear the reasons loud and clear.
“WHAT THE FUCK, J, SHUT THE FUCK UP!” A drunk Sugizo’s screeching is louder than anything Ryuichi ever managed. “It’s was never MY fault!” He continues, striding over to J who has stood up on the other side of the table. “I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS.” He takes a handful of J’s shirt and starts tugging at it, as if somehow that’ll help.
“Calm down,” Shinya says, calm enough himself, “It was no one’s fault, now sit down and be quiet.”
J’s looking down at Sugizo pretending those few centimetres mean something but when J yells back a reply it sort of, really, disproves any ‘bigger man’ theories. “Fuck you. You think you can wave away the blame like it ain’t your fault. You looked at yourself lately? Seriously, if it wasn’t your fault what the fuck was it? Magic? Christ.”
Ryuichi asks Shinya what the hell they’re yelling about anyway and Shinya replies simply by saying ‘the break-up’.
“But that wasn’t Sugi’s fault.” Ryuichi replies puzzled.
“No, the break-up of J and Ino, you know what happened, right?” Ryuichi shook his head. “I guess you’re about to find out then.” Shinya half whispers leaning across the table to Ryuichi before refilling Ryuichi’s glass and then his own.
“YOU KISSED ME.” Sugizo’s stamps his foot impertinently as he says it.
“What are you, a child? You knew the fucking limits, man, you knew there was no way. WHY THE FUCK WOULD I-”
“YOU’RE A FUCKING LIAR, J. YOU’RE IN FUCKING DENIAL. I’m going. Fuck this. Fucking fuck this. Why does it always come down to fucking-” And J and Sugizo are kissing again. And it’s violent and they take turns at pushing each other away and grabbing each other and mouthing ‘hate you’ and ‘fuck you’ against each other’s lips until eventually Sugizo manages to push J away and at first looks shocked and then goes back to yelling. “WHAT THE FUCK, MAN. WHAT THE FUCK. THIS IS WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT YOU FUCKING- fucking kissed me, man, that’s crossing the fucking line.”
“You grabbed me first, you’re a fucking hypocrite.” And Sugizo’s hand is kneeding J’s crotch and somehow Ryuichi and Shinya are keeping their mouths shut like this is a spectator sport. J’s gasping out words like, “fuck” and “bastard”, “hypocrite” until Sugizo stops and J starts demanding what the fuck he was doing and it’s a good thing he’s too drunk to throw a decent fucking punch right now or Sugizo’d be on the floor and what the fuck, this was the reason he wasn’t with Inoran anymore, stupid fucking bastard, making moves on him like that and J pushes Sugizo down onto a chair and starts kissing him again and biting Sugizo’s lip and pressing him into the chair.
Sugizo’s hands beneath J’s shirt claw at his back, scratching and gripping and “GET THE FUCK OFF ME.” as soon as their lips break properly. “You’re such a bastard, J. I fucking hate you.”
J stands up, almost straight, and grabs Sugizo’s wrist pulling him to his feet and gripping his wrist tightly. Sugizo’s lip’s bleeding a little but he still keeps spitting out insults, “You blame me and then you fucking kiss me, what the fuck, no wonder you aren’t with fucking Ino, you fucking idiot, what the fuck is this?”
J uses his hold on the guitarist’s wrist to pull him closer, “Don’t fucking want this, ay? Ain’t fucking doing anything, that it? You totally fucking innocent, are you? Didn’t fucking fuck me, did you? Didn’t-” and they’re at it again. And Inoran walks in because Inoran’s always late but generally shows even if everyone else has left by then but he half wishes they had left when he sees and he’s about to turn to leave when Ryuichi beckons him over, silently, obviously not entirely engulfed by the action unfolding in front of him.
“They’re arguing about you,” Ryuichi tells him as Inoran takes the seat J had forced Sugizo into earlier.
“Yeah, right, and they really wish they were snogging me and not each other.” A cynical, slightly sober Inoran scoffs.
J turns his head at the sound of Inoran’s voice, lets go of Sugizo’s wrist and shoves him away, staring. Inoran laughs, slightly, and J frowns. “Thought you’d fucking show, did you? Couldn’t possible make it on time though, fucking late boy.” J’s spent half his life waiting for Inoran, literally. He wouldn’t say it though, not even this drunk.
Sugizo stands, dazedly, in the middle of the room staring at Inoran as if J were still dating him - like the first time. J’s in between the two looking terrified.
Eventually he turns to Sugizo and says, “Your fucking fault and you know it.” Sugizo would bite back with a retort something along the lines of how can it be my fault when you kissed me, except with the word fuck in it and more scathing but he looks from J to Inoran and feels like the child who‘s been discovered after having opened everyone’s the presents before Christmas day‘s even begun.
J changes his tone and begins to say, “Ino, I…” But Inoran cuts him off in typical fashion and J hasn’t a clue what to say next.
“Look,” Inoran says, “I’m sure you were only making out in the middle of the room because you’re drunk and angry or whatever the fuck the excuse was last time but I’d rather not see it, alright? I came here to get pissed with you guys and talk about old days and remember how much I hate you all but I do not want to see this. Wanna know why?” And maybe it’d be a lie to say that Inoran’s entirely sober but he certainly isn’t Sugizo-J drunk. “That’d be,” Inoran says, “Because I’m not over it yet, maybe it’d help to repeat it over and over but I’d rather fucking not, alright?” And seeing the look on J’s face Inoran continues “Yes, I still fucking like you.”
Everyone sits down and is quiet whilst Inoran pours himself the last 4 shots in the bottle and then asks for more.
“So would you…” J begins after a lengthy pause.
“No fucking way.” Inoran says, “I’m never getting with you again.” And then, after another shot adds, “You’ll have to get me a whole lot fucking drunker first, anyway. And there’s no way you’ll stop me from regretting it in the morning.” But that’s good enough for J and they play drinking games, but only the ones that J never loses at, for the rest of the evening.
And when J wakes up Inoran’s in his bed and it takes him a minute to stop wondering when Sugizo got so short before he realises it’s Inoran and smiles and hopes Inoran was lying when he said he’d regret it in the morning.
synopsis: LUNA SEA fanfic in which everyone is drunk and the word 'fuck' is used more than 30 times.
ratings/warnings: Consider the above a warning. There's also various not very descriptive stuff. Present tense abuse and plenty of other goodies. I don't like this much and you're allowed to hate it too.
entered in: category 1 (open)
dartboard: yes
concrit: 2
Some summer nights they all get together despite the fact that they can’t hold a conversation sober anymore and certain parties wish they could tear other parties’ eyes out. It’s alright though because they drink too much and they reminisce and occasionally there’s a fist fight or an alcohol throwing fight or a regular, verbal fight. They like it that way though, lets them be together again, helps them realise why they aren’t together anymore. When there apart one of them might mistakenly wonder why they really broke up but when they’re together they hear the reasons loud and clear.
“WHAT THE FUCK, J, SHUT THE FUCK UP!” A drunk Sugizo’s screeching is louder than anything Ryuichi ever managed. “It’s was never MY fault!” He continues, striding over to J who has stood up on the other side of the table. “I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS.” He takes a handful of J’s shirt and starts tugging at it, as if somehow that’ll help.
“Calm down,” Shinya says, calm enough himself, “It was no one’s fault, now sit down and be quiet.”
J’s looking down at Sugizo pretending those few centimetres mean something but when J yells back a reply it sort of, really, disproves any ‘bigger man’ theories. “Fuck you. You think you can wave away the blame like it ain’t your fault. You looked at yourself lately? Seriously, if it wasn’t your fault what the fuck was it? Magic? Christ.”
Ryuichi asks Shinya what the hell they’re yelling about anyway and Shinya replies simply by saying ‘the break-up’.
“But that wasn’t Sugi’s fault.” Ryuichi replies puzzled.
“No, the break-up of J and Ino, you know what happened, right?” Ryuichi shook his head. “I guess you’re about to find out then.” Shinya half whispers leaning across the table to Ryuichi before refilling Ryuichi’s glass and then his own.
“YOU KISSED ME.” Sugizo’s stamps his foot impertinently as he says it.
“What are you, a child? You knew the fucking limits, man, you knew there was no way. WHY THE FUCK WOULD I-”
“YOU’RE A FUCKING LIAR, J. YOU’RE IN FUCKING DENIAL. I’m going. Fuck this. Fucking fuck this. Why does it always come down to fucking-” And J and Sugizo are kissing again. And it’s violent and they take turns at pushing each other away and grabbing each other and mouthing ‘hate you’ and ‘fuck you’ against each other’s lips until eventually Sugizo manages to push J away and at first looks shocked and then goes back to yelling. “WHAT THE FUCK, MAN. WHAT THE FUCK. THIS IS WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT YOU FUCKING- fucking kissed me, man, that’s crossing the fucking line.”
“You grabbed me first, you’re a fucking hypocrite.” And Sugizo’s hand is kneeding J’s crotch and somehow Ryuichi and Shinya are keeping their mouths shut like this is a spectator sport. J’s gasping out words like, “fuck” and “bastard”, “hypocrite” until Sugizo stops and J starts demanding what the fuck he was doing and it’s a good thing he’s too drunk to throw a decent fucking punch right now or Sugizo’d be on the floor and what the fuck, this was the reason he wasn’t with Inoran anymore, stupid fucking bastard, making moves on him like that and J pushes Sugizo down onto a chair and starts kissing him again and biting Sugizo’s lip and pressing him into the chair.
Sugizo’s hands beneath J’s shirt claw at his back, scratching and gripping and “GET THE FUCK OFF ME.” as soon as their lips break properly. “You’re such a bastard, J. I fucking hate you.”
J stands up, almost straight, and grabs Sugizo’s wrist pulling him to his feet and gripping his wrist tightly. Sugizo’s lip’s bleeding a little but he still keeps spitting out insults, “You blame me and then you fucking kiss me, what the fuck, no wonder you aren’t with fucking Ino, you fucking idiot, what the fuck is this?”
J uses his hold on the guitarist’s wrist to pull him closer, “Don’t fucking want this, ay? Ain’t fucking doing anything, that it? You totally fucking innocent, are you? Didn’t fucking fuck me, did you? Didn’t-” and they’re at it again. And Inoran walks in because Inoran’s always late but generally shows even if everyone else has left by then but he half wishes they had left when he sees and he’s about to turn to leave when Ryuichi beckons him over, silently, obviously not entirely engulfed by the action unfolding in front of him.
“They’re arguing about you,” Ryuichi tells him as Inoran takes the seat J had forced Sugizo into earlier.
“Yeah, right, and they really wish they were snogging me and not each other.” A cynical, slightly sober Inoran scoffs.
J turns his head at the sound of Inoran’s voice, lets go of Sugizo’s wrist and shoves him away, staring. Inoran laughs, slightly, and J frowns. “Thought you’d fucking show, did you? Couldn’t possible make it on time though, fucking late boy.” J’s spent half his life waiting for Inoran, literally. He wouldn’t say it though, not even this drunk.
Sugizo stands, dazedly, in the middle of the room staring at Inoran as if J were still dating him - like the first time. J’s in between the two looking terrified.
Eventually he turns to Sugizo and says, “Your fucking fault and you know it.” Sugizo would bite back with a retort something along the lines of how can it be my fault when you kissed me, except with the word fuck in it and more scathing but he looks from J to Inoran and feels like the child who‘s been discovered after having opened everyone’s the presents before Christmas day‘s even begun.
J changes his tone and begins to say, “Ino, I…” But Inoran cuts him off in typical fashion and J hasn’t a clue what to say next.
“Look,” Inoran says, “I’m sure you were only making out in the middle of the room because you’re drunk and angry or whatever the fuck the excuse was last time but I’d rather not see it, alright? I came here to get pissed with you guys and talk about old days and remember how much I hate you all but I do not want to see this. Wanna know why?” And maybe it’d be a lie to say that Inoran’s entirely sober but he certainly isn’t Sugizo-J drunk. “That’d be,” Inoran says, “Because I’m not over it yet, maybe it’d help to repeat it over and over but I’d rather fucking not, alright?” And seeing the look on J’s face Inoran continues “Yes, I still fucking like you.”
Everyone sits down and is quiet whilst Inoran pours himself the last 4 shots in the bottle and then asks for more.
“So would you…” J begins after a lengthy pause.
“No fucking way.” Inoran says, “I’m never getting with you again.” And then, after another shot adds, “You’ll have to get me a whole lot fucking drunker first, anyway. And there’s no way you’ll stop me from regretting it in the morning.” But that’s good enough for J and they play drinking games, but only the ones that J never loses at, for the rest of the evening.
And when J wakes up Inoran’s in his bed and it takes him a minute to stop wondering when Sugizo got so short before he realises it’s Inoran and smiles and hopes Inoran was lying when he said he’d regret it in the morning.
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