#it's cute they're both photography enthusiasts. :|

[bloodylullaby]

Give Me Something Beautiful

Summary: Morrigan's ordinary life takes an extraordinary turn when Noah Sebastian, the lead singer of Bad Omens, stumbles upon her quaint little shop adorned with her captivating photography. Intrigued by her talent and drawn to her genuine spirit, Noah invites Morrigan to capture the essence of his band's concert through her lens. Their initial friendship blossoms into a deep and meaningful connection as they spend time together, fueled by their shared love for art and music. Despite their challenges as their worlds collide, Morrigan and Noah navigate the complexities of fame and intimacy, ultimately finding solace and strength in each other's arms. Through their journey from strangers to lovers, they discover that amidst life's chaos, true beauty lies in the simple moments shared between two souls destined to be together.

Pairings: Noah Sebastian x OC

Word Count: 3589

Content Warning: Drinking, grinding, masturbation (male and female), phone sex, more cuteness :3

Tag List: @thescarletvvitch @malerieee @lookwhatitcost @herbhuntress @thatgirlforever5 @xxkittenkissesxx @lma1986 @blackgirlmagicforever

Chapter Ten

The concert was magnificent. The boys delivered their most impressive performance of the tour, and the crowd's enthusiastic response was overwhelming. I found myself swept away by the infectious energy of the audience, singing and dancing along with them, all the while stealing furtive glances at Noah. It was evident that he had to make subtle adjustments, his gaze occasionally drifting towards me, which elicited a faint blush on my cheeks.

After the exhilarating high of the concert, I head back to the dressing room to reunite with the guys. They're still buzzing with energy, their adrenaline from the performance fueling their rowdiness. Without missing a beat, Jolly and Folio suggest hitting up a local bar for an impromptu after-party. The idea is met with unanimous enthusiasm, and soon, we are all piling into a van and making our way to the vibrant nightlife scene.

The atmosphere is electric at the bar, with music pulsating through the air and people dancing and laughing all around. The boys and I find a corner booth, and the night unfolds in a blur of laughter, shared stories, and celebratory drinks. As the hours pass, I steal glances at Noah from across the table, his infectious laughter and easy smile drawing me in. 

Later into the night, I'm five drinks deep, tipsy, and dancing around the bar. The music pulses through me, and I'm lost in the rhythm. At some point, Noah comes up behind me, and we start dancing together, our bodies moving in sync. As I start grinding on him, I can feel his arousal, a thrill running through me. Turning around to face him, I smile at him with half-lidded eyes. He stares back with a look of hunger but refuses to touch me, teasing and testing my patience. The intensity between us grows, a silent challenge hanging in the air. My pulse quickens as I inch closer, our breaths mingling, both of us caught in the electric tension of the moment.

The music and lights create a hazy atmosphere around us, and the tension between Noah and me becomes almost palpable. My heart races as we continue to dance, the unspoken challenge hanging in the air. Suddenly, Noah leans in close, his breath warm against my ear.

"You have a way of making me lose my mind," he murmurs, his voice low and teasing. I shiver at his words, the playful edge in his tone quickening my pulse even more.

Emboldened by the alcohol and the moment, I lean into him, pressing my body against his. "Maybe that's the idea," I whisper back, my lips brushing against his ear.

Noah's eyes darken with desire, but he still doesn't touch me. Instead, he steps back slightly, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. I grab his hand and lead him off the dance floor, weaving through the crowd until we find a quieter corner of the bar. The dim lighting and relative privacy make the moment feel even more intense. I press him against the wall, our bodies close but not quite touching.

Noah's grin widens, and he finally breaks, his hands grabbing my waist firmly. He pulls me into a deep, passionate kiss, the tension between us snapping like a rubber band. The kiss is electric, and all the built-up desire and teasing finally find release. As we pull apart, breathless and grinning, the bar's noise fades into the background. At this moment, it's just the two of us, lost in the thrill of our connection. Noah's eyes sparkle with excitement and tenderness, his hands still resting on my waist as if he never wanted to let go. The world outside feels distant and irrelevant, our universe shrinking to just the space between us.

Nick finds us and corrals us into the van as the night ends. He chuckles at our flushed faces and disheveled appearances but doesn't say anything; he just gives us a knowing look. We slid into the backseat, still buzzing from the kiss, our fingers intertwined. The ride home is filled with laughter and teasing from our friends, but we barely notice, lost in our own world. The city lights blur past, and as I lean against Noah, his arm around my shoulders, I can still feel the ghost of his lips on mine, a promise of more to come. When we arrived at the hotel, Nick helped us out of the van, steadying us as we made our way through the lobby. The cool air and quiet of the hotel contrast sharply with the lively bar, and it feels almost surreal.

Nick guides us to our rooms, stopping at mine first. Once inside, he ushers me towards the bed, but Noah beats me to it and flops down first, pulling me down with him. We laugh softly, the room spinning slightly as the effects of the alcohol catch up with us. Noah's arms wrap around me, his warmth and the lingering buzz making everything feel dreamlike. We lie there for a moment, our laughter fading into comfortable silence. His hand gently strokes my hair, and I feel his heartbeat slowing.

"You two are a handful," Nick says with a chuckle, his tone affectionate. While grabbing Noah, Nick ensures I am tucked in and ready for bed. He adjusts the blankets around me, making sure I'm comfortable. After turning off the lights, he takes a moment to ensure the room is quiet and calm. "Good night," Nick whispers before gently guiding a sleepy Noah out of the room. As the door closes softly behind them, I let out a content sigh, feeling the night's excitement gradually fade away as sleep begins to take over. The soft rustle of the sheets and the distant murmurs from the hallway fade into a soothing silence, and with a smile on my lips, I drift into a peaceful slumber.

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I wake to a low ringing beside my ear; I slowly open my eyes and check the clock—it's two in the morning. Confused by the late-hour call, I notice it's Noah. Curiosity piqued, I answered the phone with a tentative "Hello?" All I hear in response is shuffling, then a moan. I freeze, puzzled by what's unfolding on the other end of the line. 

"Morrigan," Noah's voice comes through in a sighing moan. Heat rushes to my cheeks, simultaneously pooling down to my core. Frozen, with my mouth slightly open, I listen quietly, not wanting to disturb him. Gradually, I hear wet noises on the other end of the phone, and suddenly, I realize what's happening.

"Fuck, baby," he moans through the phone, his voice heavy with lust. "I should have ripped those fishnets off and fucked you right then and there." The sound of his gasps, moans, and whimpers fills my ear, each one more desperate and needy. The raw desire in his voice is intoxicating, making me ache for him even more. I can almost feel his hands gripping me tighter, his fingers digging into my skin as if he were right here, losing himself in the ecstasy of his words and the image of our bodies moving together. I couldn’t take it anymore; my hand started to slowly make its way down between my legs to play with my clit. 

The more he whimpered, the harder it was for me to keep quiet. Putting my hand against my mouth, I start to enter two fingers, desperate to feel something inside. The more explicit he got, the faster I moved, whimpering into my hand. His words fuel my desire, each making me more and more desperate.

"I can just imagine your tight little body trembling under me," he growls, his breath hitching. "I wish I could see you fall apart, to feel you clench around me." His vivid descriptions make my body burn with need, and I push my fingers deeper, imagining it’s him. 

"I’d have you screaming my name," he continues, his voice raw with longing. "I'd make you beg for it, make you come so hard you see stars." My whimpers become moans as I quicken my pace, lost in the fantasy he’s weaving with his words. His moans grow louder, matching my rhythm, driving me closer to the edge.

"Fuck, I can't wait to bury myself inside you, feel how wet you are for me," he pants, his voice strained with desire. His dirty talk sends me spiraling, each word pushing me closer to climax. My fingers move frantically, desperate to match the intensity of his words.

As his breath hitched, I knew he was about to finish, and so was I. With one last grunt, he pushed me over the edge. The intensity of the moment left me trembling, my body buzzing with satisfaction. I quickly ended the call, red-faced and dazed, before he realized he had called me. My heart pounded as I processed what had just happened, a mix of disbelief and exhilaration washing over me. As the adrenaline faded, a warm, blissful sensation took its place. Slowly but surely, I fell back asleep, blissed out and smiling softly, my mind replaying the unexpected yet intoxicating encounter. The last thing I remember before drifting off is his voice echoing in my mind.

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Unfortunately, five in the morning came faster than I wanted it to. Nursing a hangover, I quickly gathered my things into my suitcases and changed into an oversized sweatshirt. My head throbbed, and my mouth felt dry, but I pushed through, determined to get everything packed and ready to go. As I stumbled out of my room, Noah did the same, looking as horrible as I felt. He sent me a small smile, and I returned it weakly. As he walked ahead, my heart started racing, remembering everything that happened last night.

The memory of our heated actions at the bar and the steamy phone call flooded back, bringing a flush to my cheeks. I could still feel his touches, his lips on mine, and I could still hear his moans, vividly recalling the intensity of my release. Questions swirled through my mind, contemplating whether he remembered our touches and kisses and if he had realized his accidental call to me. As I followed him to the elevator, he didn’t say much. As we enter and the door begins to close, he grabs my hand, occasionally giving me little squeezes. 

As we meet the rest of the boys in front of the buses, they look at us with amusement. Jolly was the first to speak. “I see you guys are dealing with the consequences from last night,” he said with a chuckle. Noah flipped him off as he got on the bus, making Jolly laugh even more. 

Suddenly, all their attention was on me, their faces smug with mischief.  “What?” I asked, clinging to my head. It hurts to talk.

“You both seemed to thoroughly enjoy yourselves last night, getting handsy with each other,” Nick quipped, his voice tinged with teasing.

My face turned red, and I quickly turned around and headed onto the bus, leaving the laughter behind me. As I walked past Noah’s bunk, I heard his curtain open.

“Morrigan,” he softly said. I stopped and lightly backtracked my steps until I was in front of Noah’s bunk. “Come lay with me,” he said with puppy-dog eyes. I couldn’t help but smile. I quickly went to grab my stuffed platypus from my bunk and joined Noah in his.

As I settled in beside him, Noah wrapped an arm around me, pulling me close. The warmth of his body was comforting, and I felt a sense of peace wash over me despite the lingering hangover. "Last night was... something," he murmured, his voice soft and laced with amusement.

"Yeah," I agreed, snuggling closer. "It was." We lay there in a comfortable silence, the gentle rocking of the bus lulling us into a shared sense of calm. Noah’s hand traced lazy circles on my back, and I felt myself drifting off, content and secure in his arms. 

The loss of Noah’s warmth is what woke me up. With a slight groan, I managed to climb out of the bunk. Hearing the commotion, I made my way to the front of the bus. When I passed through the curtain that divided the bunks from the rest of the bus, I was welcomed with quite a sight. Bryan, Jolly, Folio, and Nick were all playing Mario Kart. Laughter filled the air as they jostled and taunted one another, their competitive spirits in full swing. I couldn’t help but smile at the scene. Bryan was leaning into Jolly, trying to nudge his controller out of his hands, while Folio and Nick were in a tug-of-war over a bag of chips that had somehow become part of the chaos.

"Morning, sunshine," Bryan called out, momentarily distracted by my presence. Jolly took advantage of this, nudging Bryan's controller hard enough to send his character careening off the track. "Hey!" Bryan protested, but he was laughing too hard to be genuinely upset. I smiled at them and made my way to the small kitchenette, grabbing a cup of coffee, some painkillers, and a water bottle. After taking the painkillers and chugging the water, I sat beside Folio, who graciously offered me some chips.

“How long do we have until our next destination?” I asked, mouth full of chips. Nick chuckled at me and offered another water bottle. 

“An hour, thankfully. I think Noah is ready to get off the bus, too. He's been restless since he woke up," Bryan said, sending me a wink. I squinted at him before throwing a chip his way, causing the boys to laugh. The curtain dividing this room and the bunks moved, and Noah appeared. He still looked groggy, but his face lit up when he saw me. Folio moves to a different seat as Noah makes his way over to me. He leans in and kisses me on the cheek when he sits beside me, causing them to heat up.

The hour went by quickly, thanks to the boys' knack for always knowing how to have a good time. Upon reaching the hotel, we all headed inside to grab our room keys, eager to relax and prepare for sightseeing tomorrow. While waiting in the elevator, Noah gently squeezed my hand, giving me a small smile. As we finally got to our floor, I entered my room and fell face-first onto the bed, exhaling in comfort. 

There was a soft knock on my door, and I quickly made my way to answer it. Noah stood there with a warm smile. "Hi," he greeted me softly.

"Hi," I replied, returning his smile with my own. I stepped to the side and allowed him to enter. He graciously came in and sat on my bed. "What's up?" I asked, a playful grin tugging at my lips. Noah gestured for me to join him on the bed, and I obliged, settling in beside him.

"I was wondering if you'd like to order some room service and watch some movies," he said, his voice warm and soft.

A smile spread across my face at the suggestion. "That sounds perfect," I replied, excitement bubbling at the thought of spending more time together. Noah's smile widened, mirroring my enthusiasm, as we grabbed the hotel's menu to peruse our options. After a brief deliberation, Noah took charge. He placed an order for us: juicy burgers with crispy fries, followed by a slice of chocolate cake for us to share, along with an assortment of snacks to munch on throughout the evening.

As we wait for our food to arrive, Noah suggests picking out a movie for us to watch. We scrolled through the hotel's selection, discussing our favorite genres and narrowing down our choices until we found a classic horror film to watch: Halloween. With the movie queued up and our meal on its way, we set back against the pillows, comfortable and content in each other's company. The soft glow of the television illuminated the room as we laughed and talked.

The room service finally arrived, and we eagerly dug into our meal. "I have to give it to you, Noah. These burgers were a perfect idea," I said in between bites. Noah hummed in approval, a satisfied grin spreading across his face as we settled back into our movie. Once Halloween was done, I convinced him to put on the horror comedy Zombeavers. Throughout the film, Noah struggles to avoid choking on his food from laughing so hard.

"Holy shit, how did you find this movie?" he asked, slightly gasping for air.

"I was in high school at a friend’s house, and it was on Netflix, so we said, why not?" I started with a smile and a shrug. He smiled back at me, causing butterflies in my stomach. Moments like these, simple and carefree, have made me cherish our time together even more. Once the movie was over, it was Noah’s turn to pick, and he landed on Insidious. 

As much as I love horror movies, paranormal horror movies are the ones that scare me, and I found myself feeling nervous about admitting this to Noah. I didn't want to appear weak or easily frightened, so I kept my fear to myself. Not even halfway into the movie, I cringed, trying to conceal my unease. Noah noticed my discomfort and, without a word, pulled me in closer to him, wrapping an arm around me in a comforting embrace. The warmth of his touch eased my nerves a little. 

Whenever I would jump or flinch, Noah's hand would gently rub up and down my arms, his soothing words of comfort washing over me like a balm. At one point, overcome with a wave of fear, I found myself nuzzling my face into the crook of his neck, seeking refuge from the terrifying scenes playing out on the screen. His presence was a source of strength, grounding me in reality and reassuring me that I was safe in his arms.

Even as the movie ended, I remained nestled in Noah's arms, my face still buried in the comforting curve of his neck. Lost in the scent of his skin, I found myself breathing him in, the world outside fading away. Suddenly, Noah's gentle touch broke through my reverie as he delicately placed a finger under my chin, guiding my face to look at him. As our eyes met, time seemed to stand still, the space between us charged with an undeniable tension.

With an unreadable emotion flickering in his eyes, Noah leaned closer, closing the distance between us. And then, in a moment that felt inevitable and surreal, he kissed me. The world around us seemed to fade into the background as our lips met, a rush of warmth flooding through me. Everything else ceased to exist at that moment, and all that mattered was our strong and undeniable connection.

As the kiss deepened, overwhelmingly, a flood of emotions surged. The soft brush of Noah's lips against mine sent shivers down my spine, igniting a fire deep within me. With each tender caress, the walls I had carefully built around my heart began to crumble, allowing the raw vulnerability of our connection to shine through. Lost in the moment, I melted into Noah's embrace, our bodies pressed together in a perfect symphony of passion and desire. The world around us faded into insignificance as we became lost in each other, our souls intertwining in a dance as old as time itself.

He pulled away first, and the small space between our faces made me frown slightly, a hint of disappointment flickering in my eyes. Noah chuckled softly at my reaction, his gaze filled with warmth and affection. "I really like you, Morrigan," he whispered, his voice barely above a breath.

A rush of emotion swept over me at his words, and I felt a smile tug at the corners of my lips. "I really like you too, Noah," I whispered back, my voice filled with genuine sincerity, perhaps too eagerly. Noah's touch was gentle as he caressed my face, his fingers tracing the contours of my cheek with a tenderness that left me breathless. As he looked deep into my eyes, I saw only admiration reflected in his gaze. 

As Noah's fingers continued to caress my face, I couldn't help but be captivated by the depth of emotion in his eyes. Noah leaned in again with a soft sigh, pressing his lips to mine in a tender kiss. It was a sweet, lingering moment, filled with the promise of what could be.

When he finally pulled away, a soft smile played on his lips, mirroring my own. "You're something special, Morrigan," he murmured, his voice filled with sincerity.

I felt a warmth spread through me at his words, a sense of gratitude for the person he saw me as. "And you're pretty amazing yourself, Noah," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.

As we sat there, lost in each other's gaze, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of us in our little bubble of affection and possibility. Eventually, Noah glanced at the time, and we both realized how late it had become.

"I should get going; we have a fun yet long day of sightseeing tomorrow," he stated as he rose from the bed, gently pulling me up with him. As he started walking towards the door, I instinctively wrapped my arms around his torso from behind, feeling reluctant to let him go. We moved together as if attached at the hip, our synchronized steps drawing a soft chuckle from Noah's lips. Once we reached the door, he turned around, still encircled in my arms, and pulled me close, wrapping his arms around me warmly.

As I looked up, Noah leaned down and pressed his lips to mine in a gentle yet passionate kiss. "Goodnight, Morrigan," he whispered between kisses, his words sending a flutter of warmth through me. "I can't wait to see you tomorrow."

"Goodnight, Noah. I'll be dreaming of you," I replied, a soft smile on my lips.

"You better be," he joked, his playful tone bringing a grin to my face.

I watched him go down the hall to his room, ensuring his safety before returning to my door. With a contented sigh, I stepped inside, the memory of Noah's kiss lingering on my lips. Tomorrow promised to be filled with adventure and excitement; if tonight was any indication, it would be unforgettable.

[theamityelf]

I know you said they were self-explanatory. But...do you think you could explain the appeal for you in the ships and friendships listed in the "Still Really Like" tier?

Sure, no problem!

Generally, the vibe is that these are the ships that I most like for him, within the constraints that the other person has to be an Ultimate. (Since Makoto and Hajime, the non-Ultimates, are already in the highest tier.) For the most part, I like him with characters who will go against the grain of his more unsavory convictions, because the part of me that is really bothered by his thing with Ultimates wants to see him recover from it. (It's the burnt out former gifted kid in me, I think. And that hyperlink is to a song of the same name. It's a good song.) But to break it down more specifically:

Komanami: I like their interactions in the game, and since I mentioned that I'm kind of unenthusiastic to ship Nagito with any Ultimates, Chiaki is up there because, of the Ultimates, she at least would really push back against a lot of his stuff regarding talent. They both like games, they both have surface-level mellow vibes, and I love the height difference. The fact that she's willing and able to politely ask him to stop doing what he's doing is nice. And I think he's someone who would gladly just let her sleep on him.

Komazumi: Similar to Chiaki, of all the Ultimates, Mahiru is (and sees herself as) pretty normal, and she has/had a reserve course best friend. There's enough in place for her to refute some of Nagito's stuff, and she's often assertive and considerate. She thought to bring him food when he was tied up. Her comment that he would make a good stay at home dad (or whatever it was) in SDR2 also helps. And I think the fact that Mahiru is someone who will readily admit to not being okay is good for him. Also, luck and photography can be an interesting combination.

Kamukoma: This is opposite vibes from Komanami and Komazumi, but Izuru and Nagito's very similar baggage can work well in a scenario where they're both trying to heal. Or be an absolute powder keg, in a scenario where they're not. I ship them both with Makoto more, but I do still ship them with each other. Partially because there's too much good fanart of them not to. And partially because, as I've mentioned in the past, I have a personal fondness for equilateral triangles.

Nagito x Chihiro: Okay, so here the ship answers the question of "If I saw Nagito do an out-of-the-box extreme gesture of devotion for someone, which character(s) would I be cool with having on the receiving end?" and also "Which character(s) could use a slightly over-enthusiastic pep talk?" (I think Nagito would really flourish if he gave someone a pep talk and they actually brightened up and got inspired. He dreams of that kind of win.)

Like Mahiru, Chihiro will just openly not be okay. Chihiro will openly cry. Chihiro will openly ask for advice. I think those things would be good for Nagito. But also, Chihiro wants to "become stronger", and I think having someone willing to go to misguided lengths to cheer them on and help them out would be a positive thing. Nagito would love an Ultimate with a specialized intellectual talent who wants to push themself past their current limits. Would they potentially be a bad influence on each other? Yes, but in a way I'd be interested to explore.

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And now for the platonic:

Sonagito: This one is mainly because Sonia is one of the characters who doesn't seem to hate him, in SDR2. Her reactions to him are very focused on what behavior of his she dislikes, not disliking him as a person. And Nagito tries to stop Teruteru from harassing her and makes fun of Kazuichi when she rejects him. They have a cute thing going on, is what I'm saying.

I think there would be more here if she were only born a princess and not also hypercompetent at being a princess, speaking a bunch of languages, etc. If it was just "She was born with her station and that's enough to call her an Ultimate," then that could begin to pull a thread, but she's just genuinely excellent, which would only reinforce his belief in the concept of Ultimates, so that's one for the minus column, lol. Don't get me wrong, I love Sonia's skills for her character; just in the context of her being friends with Nagito, it doesn't advance what I would want it to. And that's fine.

Nagito & Taka: Their diametrically opposed ideologies provide exactly what I want out of any Nagito relationship. And Nagito's very particular vibe of "regular rule breaker who is highly respectful toward authority" would be cool with Taka's very particular vibe of "wants to be friends with everyone but also no running in the halls". They both have trouble coming across how they want to, with their peers, and they both have a kind of callous way of expressing themselves sometimes, and they're both highly principled in very different ways. It'd be fun to explore a friendship between them.

Nagito & Kyoko: They're both so smart, and they have such different vibes. (This isn't an actual part of the character analysis, but I'm thinking of the Danganronpa Abridged joke/moment where Kyoko goes "No. Shut up," when Leon tries to say something during the first trial of THH, and comparing it to the canon moment where Nagito just says a knowing "I see," when Gundham says something in the fourth trial of SDR2. Does that make sense?)

They just know stuff, and they're both sitting on it, Nagito with a smile and Kyoko with a stoic expression. They could both just silently absorb and process information and both know that the other has picked up on what they have picked up on without saying a word. And then, if they're working together, both use it to corner someone verbally. And if they're no working together, then they try to work around each other mentally and that's also very fun!

Honestly, I love the idea of Nagito smiling sunnily at Kyoko and Kyoko staring stone-faced back and they are best friends, and I also love the idea of Nagito smiling sunnily at Kyoko and Kyoko staring stone-faced back and they are enemies. But it's also cool if they're not quite either one but they just have an understanding of each other that most don't have. Or if they're both dating Makoto and they just get each other in an almost kind of tense way, maybe accepting, maybe even hostile, just any angle for those two could be so cool.

[ekleipsi]

-- starter for @s4crificial​ ;;

---Fingers curled anxiously around the grip of the camera around her neck, fidgeting slightly with it and running her fingers along the buttons as some measure of comfort. Group projects tended to be nerve wracking, her own social struggles spiking whenever the professors spoke of pairing students together in some manner. Sky blues slipped around the room, flitting from one classmate to the next as if she would be able to determine who it was by sheer look alone. 

--- Throat cleared absently, dropping her eyes to the folder in front of her. Her portfolio, so to speak- at least if she wasn’t looking at everyone else, maybe she’d put herself at a little more ease? Cardstock was flipped open, digits gliding down the smooth surface and glossed photographs she’d taken; lovely stills in various places and of different people. Your work is beautiful, Teagan, but it’s missing something. That’s what the professor had said during her last assessment. 

--- ‘ Ms. Hartley? ‘ a secondary call of her name, students now staring at her for the lack of initial response. She hadn’t even heard the first one. Surprise had a light dusting of color along the bridge of her nose when she’d perked up with a curious ‘ Huh? ‘ much to the amusement of her classmates and a gentle roll of teacher’s eyes. ‘ I said, your partner for this project will be Mr. Meyers. Good luck. ‘ words of encouragement, with a quick gesture before they were already moving on to the next pair. 

--- Mr. Meyers? Beck Meyers? She’d never exchanged but maybe a handful of words with him in the classroom itself, orbs lifting to seek his face out in the crowd before they settled upon dark head of hair. Fingers lifted absently to wave at him, to get his attention, before embarrassment burned upon features and she simply picked her things up with a sharp inhale. Half a beat was taken to close eyes and steady her breathing, steeling herself for the interaction before marching over to sit beside him. ‘ H-hi! I’m...Teagan. We h-haven’t really spoken much before, but I’m l-looking forward to working with you! ‘ she offered a smile, head tilted in polite introduction.

[jd-loves-everyone]

Who are these 9 boys?

Kim Woojin: The 3rd year, chicken enthusiast with an angelic voice and an adorable smile.We met when we got paired up for a school trip. I was so nervous about being next to a 3rd year (that I didn’t know) that I barely looked at him for at least the first 30 minutes of the trip. His age plus his broad shoulders and tall stature, only served to intimidate me more. Oh, how wrong I was to think he’d be any bit intimidating.

In truth, his body type only added to his personality in a way that made him resemble a giant, cuddly, teddy bear.

He was gentle and polite as he tried to get me to come out of my tightly sealed shell, with lame jokes and the cutest laugh.

We even shared my earphones, which was how I found out about his utterly divine voice. After complimenting him, he blushed a pretty pink, and asked about my own hobbies and talents. After much prying, he was able to figure out that I also loved singing, but had little to no confidence at all in my own voice (especially after hearing his).

So by the end of the trip, he promised to help me show my voice to the world. And he’s unknowingly succeeded, considering that when we’re alone, he’s my whole world.

Bang Chan: The 3rd year, Student Council President and an aspiring artist, who was too afraid to take a step in the direction of his dreams, so he is now stuck in a path that he doesn’t want to follow.

He is also my neighbor, who gives me a ride to and from school everyday, I’ve learned a lot about him during these rides (and I can only guess, that so has he), like the fact he has a puppy (from the dog hair in his backseat) and that he writes music (really good music). He’s seen all of me: he’s heard me sing more than once (sorry Woojin) and I’ve even broken down in his car (and he held me through it).

I’ve already followed his advice many times, so I hope he follows mine, just once, and goes after his dreams.

Lee Minho: My first crush and the one who made me fall in love with dancing (and him too, in the process). No wonder he’s the captain of the school’s dance club. He’s just mesmerizing to watch.

Despite his very flirty nature, he’s not a player, just very friendly (maybe too friendly). And in spite of this, he still likes to fiercely declare that cats are better than people (especially his 3 cats: Dori, Soon-ie and Doong-ie). The reason why his contact name on my phone is “Crazy Cat Minho”.

Considering that when we first met (at 12 years old) we only spoke briefly, I didn’t expect him to remember me (or for him to have such a… colorful personality, considering his cold demeanor upon first meeting me), let alone want to get as close to me as he has become recently. He even invited me to his house a few times (his little brother is adorable, but he always seems to be staring oddly at me. Is there something on my face?)

I hope my longtime-brewing feelings for ‘The school’s dancing gem’ don’t change how close we’ve gotten, because I’ve really come to value him as a friend, more than just a crush.

Seo Changbin: The 2nd year “bad boy”, who’s really just a softie. Despite him being known as such for being part of the boxing club (and doing pretty good on it) and owning a motorcycle, he also works part-time at the cafe (there, I discovered that he has the cutest smile).

Even the way we met goes against the way he’s been stereotyped. He showed me (on my first, nerve-filled, day) the way to my class (which I later found out was nowhere near his own class).

I refuse to admit that my increased number of trips to the small, cozy cafe is for me to catch a glimpse of that beautiful smile, the fondness in his eyes as he talks to his little sister when she visits him at work, but it is most definitely not because of how much I’ve come to enjoy the giggle-filled conversations we have during his breaks and slower days. I instead like to blame it on my borderline addiction on coffee and hot chocolate.

I hope that, as time goes by, we can talk more. I’d love to see that wonderful smile directed at me more often. I just wish that he never invites me to one of his fights, because I don’t think I’d be able to handle seeing the wounds beneath all those band-aids he always wears.

Hwang Hyunjin: The school’s certified pretty boy (and the most popular one). He sits next to me in most classes, so I got to know him for not just his looks, but his intelligence as well, and during dance club, I got to know his humorous side and the passion he holds for dance. I also found that he is a lot shier than most would expect him to be.

There are just a few problems with my growing interest for him: 1- his crazy fangirls (who drive me crazy for only appreciating his visuals), 2- my childhood friend, Jisung, hates him (and it seems to be mutual) which makes for some interesting classes, considering I sit between them and 3- my, infinitely more talented, best friend, Maia, has a crush on him (at least she did last time we talked about it, which we don’t do often, for obvious reasons, so maybe it’s passed?)

Despite all of this, I can’t help but feel attracted to the boy with the purest giggle and an eye-smile brighter than the sun itself.

Han Jisung: My childhood friend, we’ve basically been joined at the hip since we met. Despite this, even he doesn’t know some of my deepest secrets. I didn’t tell him about most boys in this ‘list’, but every time I spoke about any of them, he acted like an overprotective brother, talking about how they didn’t deserve me and things like that. I don't even want to imagine what he would have said or done if I told him about my interest in Hyunjin, considering they're basically mortal enemies.

He’s the one Maia keeps pushing me to reveal my feelings to (because apparently, he'd be the most likely to return them. Something I don't agree with). Although she'd also like our boyfriends to be able to at least look at each other without rolling their eyes.

And I can see why she does this, I mean, he's handsome, adorable, thoughtful, reliable and knows me like very few people do. But, as cliché as it sounds, I don't want to ruin our friendship because it really means a lot to me.I sometimes wonder if simply by being his friend, I'm only hurting myself more.

Both his sisters treat me like family and I see them as the sisters I never had, during broadcast club (which we have together) I not only get to listen to his soft voice for long periods of time, I also get to experience how truly thoughtful and attentive he is everyone around him as he solves all the problems sent in by students with a gentleness I sometimes wished was directed at me more often.

Lee Felix: The 2nd year, australian transfer student, with the cutest freckles. I never thought I had a thing for accents, but Felix proved that, in fact, I do, and don't get me started on his voice, deep enough to make basically anyone swoon, it has nothing to do with his cute face (and even cuter personality). Before meeting Felix, I had no doubts that Hyunjin was the most handsome boy in school, but now I'm questioning that fact. There’s just something about him, everything fits so perfectly.

I still remember how lost he looked on his first day. With barely any decent English speakers other than myself and a few others, I inevitably became his korean tutor and quite close to him. With his talent for dancing I doubt he'll have problems getting a job, but I hope I can help him become fluent in time for the exams.

Kim Seungmin: My mother’s best friend's son (confusing, I know). The 1st year from the photography club, who asked me to go with him when he went abroad to continue his studies in college (at the time I said I’d think about it but I know it wouldn't be possible).

We met at his mom's birthday party, where we kept each other company throughout the (screeching-filled) event, as the other kids were much younger than the both of us.

In that one afternoon (that dragged on to night), I found out a lot about him, like the fact that his dream is to become a world-known photographer, or the fact that he is incredibly shy (I had to start the conversation even after about 5 minutes of sitting in awkward silence) and because of this, he doesn't smile much, only giving me small, polite and tight smiles in the beginning of our conversation. I was only able to get a real smile out of him when I glanced at one of the pictures on the wall, complimenting him on it. He immediately got this light in his eyes, even if he (at first) tried to act bashful. After I praised his vision, his smile turned wide, broad and genuine as he went on and on about his passion.

On that night, I also found out something about myself, the fact that I'd do anything to keep that beautiful smile on his face, even if it took him away from me.

Yang Jeongin: My new, 1st year, neighbor and Seungmin’s best friend.We actually met once Seungmin told me how desperately in need of help he was in English. So, despite my already busy schedule, I offered to help him. And, after discovering that he had recently moved into the house across from mine, we walked home together (after cancelling my plans with Chan).

The boy was friendly from the start, lively, energetic, and all around an actual ball of sunshine.

With so much love to give and so little confidence in things like his wonderful voice, I suspect he hasn't received a lot of love back. I wish I could be the one to give it to him. I guess I should take Woojin’s advice and get him to come out of his shell too.But with how often he seems to blush around me, I doubt he has enough experience with girls to know what a crush even feels like and I'd hate to confuse him with my own feelings.

[transguykeith]

write 2 trans best friends coming out to each other! it can be whoever you want; otabek and yuri, or phichit and yuuri, or anyone whose friendship you like! Either one character is out and the other one isn't, or they're both closeted and its a moment of "im trans" "me too!" (bonus if you have them diff. genders and they end up helping each other with stuff like lending clothes)

Alright here you go, genderfluid Yuuri and trans guy Phichit:

“Yuuuurrriii,” Phichit stretched the two syllables as far as he could. “We should do something fun tonight.”

“Phailin-chan, get your feet off my poster,” Yuuri said in response.

Phichit winced slightly at the name but said nothing, he was used to hearing it. “I am comfortable.” He was lying on Yuuri’s bed with his feet up against the wall and his head dangling over the edge while Yuuri sat at his desk.

“You could do this in your own room you know, you don’t have to ruin my poster,” Yuuri commented.

“Yes but you don’t have a roommate, I do,” Phichit said. “And I don’t think you’ll be at a loss if one of your precious Victor Nikiforov posters gets a little crumpled.”

“There was an uneven number of males when the dorms were assigned,” Yuuri shrugged. “Otherwise I would have a roommate too. And no, there were only 1000 prints made of that one,” he pointed at the poster Phichit’s feet were almost resting on. “It’s special.”

“You think Victor is prettier than me, don’t you?” Phichit pouted. “I’m sorry I’m not good enough for you Yuuri, I’ll leave so you never have to see my ugly face again.”

Yuuri laughed and turned to face him. “You’re the second prettiest girl I know Phailin-chan, don’t be jealous,” he teased. “I thought you were trying to convince me to do something fun.”

Phichit sighed at the compliment, he wanted to correct Yuuri but he never did. “Yes, you need to get out more. Let’s go to a party.”

“Not this again,” Yuuri groaned. “Haven’t you taken me to enough of those, why don’t we doing something more subdued. We could go grocery shopping,” he suggested.

“Absolutely not,” Phichit shook his head. “That does not count as fun.”

“We could make Thai food,” Yuuri smiled hopefully.

“Not happening,” Phichit said. “I already picked a party out, I was invited by someone in my photography class. It’s somewhat fancy and there will be a dance floor, show of your moves man!”

“Fine,” Yuuri relented. He almost always did though Phichit never forced him when he could tell it was something that would make him super uncomfortable.

“Yay!” Phichit swung himself into an upright position and grinned. “It’ll be so much fun.”

Yuuri seemed much less enthusiastic than he was. “You always say that, but as long as this doesn’t result in a hamster, a child, or pole dancing then fine.”

“I’m gonna have to dress you up for this, you can’t go looking like that,” Phichit trotted over to Yuuri’s closet and gestured at the exercise clothes Yuuri was wearing.

“I happen to be comfortable like this,” Yuuri said.

“Nope, not happening,” Phichit shook his head and pulled open the closet, quickly narrowing down what was acceptable. He eyed some of the garments with longing and sighed, Yuuri might not have the greatest sense of style but he had some nice clothes. “You need something fancier. What do you want to wear?”

“This,” Yuuri deadpanned. “It’s what I want to wear,” he glanced down. “It’s not like I can wear what I’d prefer today so this,” he muttered under his breath.

“Well what would you prefer to wear,” Phichit turned to him with his arms crossed over his chest. “You can tell me.”

Yuuri looked nervous, granted he always did to some extent, but this was more than his typical look. “Er, well,” he scratched the back of his neck, still staring at the floor. His expression was the one he wore every time he had something important to say.

Phichit walked over to Yuuri and knelt down to be in his line of sight. “If there’s anything you want to tell me you can,” he said.

Yuuri seemed to think about that for a minute. “You’re going to think I’m so weird Phailin-chan,” he covered his face with his hands.

“I won’t judge you,” Phichit promised. “You can tell me.”

Yuuri slowly uncovered his face. “I’m a girl today, yesterday I was boy, somedays I’m neither, somedays I’m both,” Yuuri refused to meet Phichit’s gaze. “I told you it’s weird. But I’m a girl today, so I’d like to wear a dress but it doesn’t matter because I don’t have one.”

Phichit’s eyes widened and he smiled to himself. “You’re genderfluid!” He was happy to hear that. “Should I change the pronouns I use for you?”

Yuuri seemed surprised by the question. “That would be kind of you Phailin-chan. I would prefer you use they when you aren’t sure. Today I would like you to use she,” she bowed.

“Of course Yuuri!” Phichit hugged her. “You’re the prettiest girl I know. I bet I have a dress that will fit you, there’s this sundress in blue that doesn’t fit me too well, you can have it.”

“Thank you so much,” Yuuri smiled. “I’m sure it looks better on you though, you’re much prettier than me,” she looked away again.

Phichit took a deep breath, if Yuuri could say it then he could too. “Actually no. I’m not prettier than you and I’m not the second prettiest girl you know,” he said.

“Of course you are,” Yuuri said. “You’re very pretty.”

“That’s not what I meant,” Phichit raked his hand through his hair. It was a lot harder to say than he thought. “I don’t think it’s weird that you’re genderfluid because um…” he trailed off. Normally he didn’t struggle with words but this was hard to say. “I’m a boy,” he finally got the words out.

“Another reason we get along so well,” Yuuri smiled at him. “I guess we both had something to admit. Is there something you would like me to call you?”

“He pronouns,” Phichit said. “And my name is Phichit not Phailin, please don’t use that anymore.”

“Okay Phichit-kun,” Yuuri repeated the name. Phichit grinned at hearing someone else use it other than himself. “Looks like you’ll be needing to borrow something of mine for tonight, we can have a little trade.”

“You’re the best Yuuri,” Phichit hugged her again. “Seriously the best. I’ll go grab you that dress and then we can try stuff on together.”

Yuuri agreed and Phichit ran back to his room quickly, grabbing a few dresses out of his closet before returning. When he got back he found that Yuuri had pulled out some clothes from her closet as well. “Here you go,” Phichit held out the dresses.

Yuuri’s face lit up as she looked at them. “I love these colors,” she smiled.

“I know,” Phichit grinned right back.

“I’m a bit taller than you, so I’m not sure how well all of this will fit you, but these all seemed like something you would wear,” she offered him the pile of clothes she had selected.

“I’m sure it will be fine,” he said. “And this just means a shopping trip is in order.”

Yuuri nodded and the two of them went about changing into the clothes laid out before them, a feat that was no longer awkward after years of changing in front of others during competitions.

Phichit pulled on a pair of nice jeans that were a little large on him but would fit with a belt, he topped it off with a sweater that gave him a bit of a professor vibe. Yuuri changed into the blue sundress and it looked great on her.

“You know what Yuuri?” Phichit threw an arm around her shoulder once they were both dressed. “I think we’re pretty darn cute.”

“You know what Phichit?” Yuuri echoed his tone. “You’re the second prettiest boy in the world.”