#now onto our usual agenda of horror and stuff—

[bells-of-black-sunday]

While I have like 0 faith that R.iot won't ruin every character I still enjoy in L.eague even though I don't care about it that much anymore.

I still hope if the next "A.rcane-like" series they make is going to be about N.oxus they super hard-core play into Dr.aven and have it open like "Yep that's me, bet you're wondering how I got here"

[simpsiren]

trailer of you

park jisung x reader

main masterlist

description. “Will a 30 second trailer really tell you everything you need to know about a person and know what you’re getting yourself into?” The only question that resonates in my head after my smooth relationship with the guy next door started to get rocky. Judging from his trailer, he seemed normal at first glance. Should I even open my heart to him? I trusted him too quickly with his baby face and sweet words, only to find him hurt my heart with his expertly hidden agenda.

genre. college!au, trailer!au, strangers to lovers!au, betrayal but soon get back together typa au cudndjdn 

warnings. nonee

a/n. as you can probably tell the idea came from the 30 seconds trailer trend on tiktok and i liked the concept so i wanted to try it out! this is my first time writing jisung HAHA other than that this is going to be a long ass ff so buckle up! :D 

“Did you know?”

I groaned as I heard Jaemin speak. “Dont tell me you have another mind blowing discovery fact that I just had to know.” I waved my hands around in the air jokingly as i kept my back towards Jaemin and continue writing my essay on my laptop.

I’ve been friends with Na Jaemin for a long time. Probably too long. Ever since I got to meet him in high school due to being in the same mathematics class and sitting next to each other almost everyday, it didn’t take the two us long to become close and soon, best friends.

Of course the two best friends decided to attend the same college together. At the very least, not all our classes were the same. The only class Jaemin and I signed up together was psychology, since we both shared an interest in that field. Apart from that, we went about pursuing our other interests. For me, it was modern dance while Jaemin decided to take some class about Geography, a subject I just seem to never come to like.

To top it off, we got a room in college together as well. Might seem weird to others since almost everyone shares a room with the same gender but then again, it felt completely normal for us.

On days like these where the two of us ended our classes around the same time, we would usually stay in for the day and just hang out.

“So you know how the room beside us is empty?” Jaemin sat up from his bed while I spun my chair around to face him. I rolled your eyes clearly at him, making him snicker.

“It’s not another ghost story i swear!” Jaemin lifted his arms up in the air in defence. I chuckled and raises my eyebrows, motioning him to continue and elaborate.

“I found out that a new student apparently enrolled.” Jaemin sayed nonchalantly, moving to the edge of the wall and letting his back lean on it.

I shrugged. “So?”

Jaemin folded his arms and gave me an unimpressed look.

“High chance he or she will move in next door.” Jaemin clicked his tongue. I turned my chair back to face my desk and resumed typing on my keyboard.

“Not to be rude, Jaemin, but that fact is practically irrelevant to me.” I mumbled, loud enough for him to hear. “Who knows?! He or she might get possessed by the spirit lingering in that room!” Jaemin retorted. I heard the bed creaking as he stood up and took two wide steps to reach my desk, his hand placed on the headrest of my chair and having him bent down beside me.

“You said this wasn't another ghost story.” I bore my eyes at Jaemin. I shook my head and pressed my finger down on the period key, signalling the end of my paragraph for today. I let out a sigh of satisfaction as I used my mouse to scroll through my essay, scanning over my sentences and paragraphs briefly before proceeding to shut down my laptop.

“I get that you hear banging on the walls but that happens in basically every apartment.” I added on, standing up from my chair and walking to the kitchen to find something to eat in the fridge. Jaemin followed closely behind me.

“Okay yes well apart from that...” Jaemin pauses for a moment while I went to the fridge and pulled out a packet of KitKat. As i peel the wrapper off, I jerk my head up with raised brows. “That...” I repeated his last word to signal him to finish his sentence. “We should make friends with him or her.”

I kept silent as I started to think about Jaemin’s idea. Making friends? It’s not my thing, never has either. The only person I would consider to be my friend is Jaemin. Other people whom i’ve met were just merely people I consider acquaintances. College was no different. Jaemin is clearly the more outgoing among the two of us. Having plenty of friends and quite high of a social status within the college. It was he who had to force me to socialise by bringing me to parties or outings with his friends, though the only group of friends he have that i seem to get along with decently are his hockey friends.

“I guess that’ll be okay?” I reply, the tone of doubt that i tried to hide away somehow shined through. Jaemin pat my head as I break the KitKat into two, unconsciously giving Jaemin the other half and taking a bite of mine. “It will be. Remember, I’m always there to guide you if you feel the awkwardness” Jaemin reassures me, lifting his half of the KitKat in the air before taking a bite. He grins happily, a feature of his I will never get tired of. His ray of sunshine and liveliness has always been a vital part of our friendship. I truly appreciate the fact that he always has a happy aura around him to get me through college.

“Do you know when the student’s moving in?” I ask, leaning my hip against the kitchen counter. Jaemin copied my posture and nodded his head. “I heard from Jeno that they’ll be moving in tomorrow.” Jaemin quickly finished his KitKat and washed his hand. I wasn’t even half done through my stick.

Shaking off the excess water on his hands, Jaemin walks back to the kitchen counter. “I’ll text you when I end for the day and we can meet him together.” I only shrug my shoulders in response, finally finishing the stick and throwing the plastic wrapper into the trashcan and washing my hands. I heard Jaemin’s footsteps going away from me as I assumed he went to the living room, hearing the television switching on.

I took my seat beside Jaemin as he opened up Netflix, browsing through different movies we could watch on our free day. “We can see his trailer as well. I really hope it’s not boring like many others.”

In my opinion, all the trailers of the people I came into contact with were really boring. It didn’t seemed to peak an interest in me and I overall felt that I wouldn’t be able to fit myself into their life as my life just didn’t seem to fit well with theirs. Jaemin was the only one who had a trailer whom I found interesting and I immediately thought that I could be close to him. Hence, becoming best friends.

“You’re just way too unique. Honestly when I saw your trailer it made me think Looks like I'm the only one who can fit into her lifestyle. And now look. I’m your only best friend.” I smacked Jaemin in the chest, making him let out a wince in pain. Lucky for him, he was used to my beatings and recovered right away.

I shook my head as a waved a finger in front of him. “Nuh-uh yours was as weird as mine. You don't know know how skeptical I was watching your trailer.” I retorted with a scoff.

I tried making myself comfortable while Jaemin was still browsing the movie section. With impatience taking over my body, I snatched the controller away from him and decided to choose a horror movie that had an interesting cover with an intriguing synopsis.

“Both our trailers were weird, and that’s why we’re a match made in heaven.”

“No shit, dork.” I lay my head on Jaemin’s shoulder as the two of us grew silent and paying our attention onto the tv screen.

Classes today went by as usual. Not surprised by the fact that I received my results for my History of Architecture test and earning an A+. It always felt so good when my hard work of staying up and having daily night long sessions of completing workload paid off. Well, it was mainly my determination but also Jaemin’s ability to get me my milk tea from Liho that pushed me through those sleepless nights.

I finally ended my last class. I was packing up my stuff when someone bumped into me, i assumed accidentally as he walked away without even reacting to the fact that he bumped into me and caused me to drop my pencil case and having my stationery falling out.

I scoffed in amusement. “Rude, much?” I mumbled to myself as I brought my gaze upwards from the floor to see the back of the person who caused me this mess.

He was wearing a black backpack and a black jean jacket which had green accents on it, along with black jeans and a pair of Classic Old Skool Vans. I creased my forehead as I quickly shrugged it off, not wanting to make a big deal out of it and went back to packing my bag.

“You sound annoyed. Sorry i guess.” My eyes blinked rapidly as I heard a voice. I knew from the guy who bumped into me as i heard his footsteps coming back to my direction.

It irritated me how he sounded arrogant and had a somewhat husky voice. Though I thought it was the kind of voice where the owner of it would be bright and lively like Jaemin, but dangerous once you anger them. I wanted to take a look at his face but he was soon out of my sight as he exited the classroom.

While i was walking out of class and making my way down the halls, I took out my phone and texted Jaemin to ask where he’s at. After not receiving a reply, which was odd since he has always been able to reply my texts in the matter of seconds, I only assumed he had an important matter to attend to or his class was being extended. So, I decided to head back to our room.

I unlocked the door and headed inside, tossing my bag onto the chair near my desk and throwing myself onto my bed, letting out a long sigh as i felt the comfort of my bed, grabbing my stuffed toy fox to indulge myself with even more comfort.

Bringing out my phone that I had in my hand, I got comfortable in my bed and started to play on my phone till Jaemin finally sent me a reply. I opened the chat instantly.

nAnA 😤🙄✌️: Hey sorry for not replying. Class got extended. I’m heading back to our room. You’re there right?

y/n: yeah i am. see you soon dork <3

I put my phone under my pillow as I look down to my fluffy stuffed toy fox. I got lost in its beaded eyes as i start wondering about how the person next door is like. More importantly, how his or her trailer would look like. What kind of moments would the trailer show that could describe their life story in 30 seconds?

My thoughts got cut off when i heard the door open, knowing it was Jaemin. He closes the door behind him and throws his bag off to the side of his bed and walking towards me to take a seat at the edge of my bed. I knew he was about to tell me about how we should be going to meet our new neighbour but before he opened his mouth, I lifted my hand up to put his words on hold.

“Do you even know what time he or she ends today?” I asked, sitting up straight and hugging my stuffed toy close to my chest.

“Firstly, it’s a male. Secondly, I found out that he’s in the same elective as Mark, he told me that it’s their last class for the day so they should be finished by now.” Jaemin rambled on as he glanced at the time on his phone’s home screen.

“You seriously have way too many connections with way too many people.”

Jaemim chuckled. “It’s not wrong to have connections that would never fail to benefit you.”

I shrugged and pushed Jaemin off my bed so i could get up, planting a quick kiss on my stuff toy before placing it neatly in front of my pillow. I looked towards the body length mirror in between the two beds to adjust my clothes. I then tilt my head up to Jaemin. “Shall we go then?”

Jaemin nodded. I grabbed my usual essentials as Jaemin opened the door for me and we headed out.

It only took us about 6 steps to reach the room where our unknown neighbour lies behind the door. However, I also started wondering if he’s even in his room or not. Who knows? He could be busy and hasn’t arrived yet.

Regardless, Jaemin took the initiative to knock on his door. The two of us could only wait silently as we didn’t seem to get an immediate answer. Jaemin bobbed his shoulders and knocked on the door one more time. We waited, again, longer than previously.

I was about to open your mouth to tell Jaemin that he’s probably not in his room until he puts a finger in front of me as he leaned towards the door. I paused my actions as I could hear footsteps from the other side of the door coming close.

Finally the door opens, revealing a blonde haired guy who looked like he had just woken up from his slumber. His eyes were half opened as he rubbed one of them with his hand while the other hand ran through his hair. He shakes his head as he widened his eyes to focus on the two strangers in front of him.

I scanned him up and down. Taking notes on his posture, actions and appearance. As my eyes went down, I took a look at his outfit. It matched to the guy who bumped into me at the end of class.

“Quinn?” He asked while he yawned. I tilted my head in confusion.

“Oh you know Quinn?” Jaemin asked back, surprised as he pointed his finger at you.

He looked taken aback for awhile trying to process the situation. I started wondering how he knew my name.

“Uh yeah. I’m in her Architecture class.”

“But how do you know-“

“I saw your name on your notebook when i bumped into you.”

Jaemin cocked an eyebrow as he noticed an unknown tension.

“So what’s your name? Im Na Jaemin, and as you know, she’s Quinn.” Jaemin introduced, his hand gesturing to me. I barely bowed my head to greet him. “Park Jisung.” Jisung introduced himself, shoving his hands into his pockets. It made a clear voiceless statement that he didn’t want to shake our hands or have any form of contact.

“We live next door to you so i guess we’ll be seeing each other often. Especially Quinn.”

Jisung doesn’t reply, constantly switching gazes between me and Jaemin, probably having the same idea as us. Jaemin however was the first one to speak up. “Could we... perhaps watch your trailer?”

“I’d like to see yours as well.” Jisung jerks in head towards us. Jaemin and I nodded, proceeding to do the same actions as Jisung to reveal our trailers.

Putting his index and middle finger in the air, he places them beside his head and swiftly bends it forward slightly. That resulted in a see through screen popping up from his head.

Jisung watched Jaemin’s trailer first, reaching his hand out towards his screen and pressing the play button.

Jaemin and I exchanged glances before clicking on the play button for Jisung’s 30 second trailer to begin.

While Jisung was looking at Jaemin’s trailer, I noticed a few things.

Honestly speaking, what i was seeing in the trailer didnt exactly match the person whose standing in front of me. The trailer showed a lot of moments where he smiled, eyes forming into a thin line and a scrunched up nose whenever he does. It showed him doing what I assumed to be hobbies like dancing and playing video games.

I thought about how Jisung and I have a common love for dance, something I hold dearly and thought it would be a great way to get close to him. I just have that common connection with dancers, since they know things about dance that's unique which others don't.

I only saw one group of friends around him. They seemed like the group of friends who are always chaotic and would have play fights with each other almost every second, but that was what showed me that Jisung had a close relationship with them. It was heartwarming to watch.

I also saw him trying to cook in the kitchen. I see a few of the same friends in the kitchen with him. Only one of them seemed decent in cooking while Jisung was practically clueless. It made me laugh softly. I found it cute how he’s dorky and clueless.

As i finished watching the trailer, taking into account all the moments that showed who Jisung really is, he seemed like someone i could vibe with. Someone I could possibly be my quirky crazy self like how I am around Jaemin. The person in front of me may not seem like the one in the trailer, but it made me think that he’s like me, someone who can't open up to others at first glance.

When Jaemin knews that Jisung has completed his trailer, Jaemin gave a questioning look towards him. “So how’s my trailer?”

“You’re weird, looked drunk most of the time but i assume its due to the coffee that you consume an unhealthy amount of everyday.”

Jaemin laughs nervously. “But I like you, don't worry.”

I saw Jisung’s smiling. The warm smile I saw in the trailer.

The next trailer he had to watch was mine. For some reason, I felt nervous thinking about all his possible reactions. Would he be fine with it? Would he be disgusted or irritated by the moments in my trailer. Will he not think that I would be able to make good friends with him like how I thought about him?

I guess my nervousness showed through my actions when i felt Jaemin patting the lower part of my back. I turn towards Jaemin who nodded his head to show a sign to reassurance as Jisung extended his hand to play my trailer.

Jisung’s reaction was skeptical. Some parts had him make a soft smile, which was great while other times he had a serious and judgy expression. It looked like reactions that you made while watching other people’s trailers.

30 seconds went by fast and the see through screens above our heads all dissolved into thin air at the same time. “What do you think? Wanna hang out with us more?” I brushed a few strands of hair behind my ear.

Jisung hummed softly. “Sure, looks like i'll have fun with you guys.”

Jaemin and I grin in unison. At least I finally had someone whom I might be able to consider my friend. It was too quick to assume that, but I just have a feeling and Jisung and I would get along pretty well.

As time flew by, Jisung started to get closer and closer to me and Jaemin. More so to me. After a day out where the three of us went to check out a new restaurant that just opened a few blocks away, Jisung started to invite me to go out with him alone. I felt a little bad on our days out since it meant for Jaemin to be excluded, but he was always cool with him, opting to stay in the room or hanging out with his other groups of friends.

Today on a Saturday night was no different.

“You heading out with Jisung again?” I hummed in reply as Jaemin appeared behind me. Only his chest down could be seen in the mirror in front of me as i wore my earrings while sitting down at my dressing table.

“Where to this time? You seem to be dressing up classier than usual.” Jaemin commented, brushing my hair through his hands gently as he took a good look at my outfit and makeup.

I looked at him in the mirror, letting out a soft, “I don't know.” Jaemin’s eyebrow twitches as he looked as me with suspicion. 

Jaemin leaned forward, his face alighting with mine side by side. “He better not do shit to you, or else I’m killing him.” Jaemin’s eyes grew dark and his voice became low and husky. I shivered, not seeing this side of Jaemin often since I was never in a situation where he had to be protective. 

I turned my head to the side and push his face away, earning a frown from Jaemin. “I’m going to fine. He said he wanted to surprise me so...” I shrugged, standing up from the dressing table and packing my essentials up in a small sling bag.

“Got any plans tonight?” I asked Jaemin as I slid my phone into my back pocket.

Jaemin bobbed his shoulders with a slight smile on his face. “I might be going out with someone.” Jaemin whispers softly, looking down and fidgeting with his feet. 

I smirked widely. It was no doubt the suspicion in my mind was right. “Keep me updated on her, alright? Have fun!” I said to Jaemin as I checked the things in my sling bag one last time and winking at Jaemin playfully to which he responded with a chuckle before exiting the room. 

Jisung and I have been walking down a street for awhile now. I was met with unknown shops left and right. Clearly this place was quite secluded and out of public view. Despite me exploring the town near college, it was only now that i found out this place existed thanks to Jisung.

“Just where are you taking me?” I asked with a soft laugh. 

Jisung suddenly stopped in his tracks and swung his body to face me. I tilted my head at his sudden behaviour. Jisung motioned to a shop on the left. I looked towards Jisung’s direction. It didn't have a sign above it nor a window where i could see what was inside. “Come on. I’ll show you.” Jisung interlocked his fingers with mine, something we have grown to do as friends. Our friendship eventually grew to be more physical as time went on. 

Jisung opened the door ahead for me, gesturing me to walk in. As i stepped inside, my mouth gaped open. The shop was filled with books. Book on shelves, on tables for display. It was like I entered paradise made for me. I flashed a wide smile over to Jisung, who tightened his grip on my hand. 

“I knew how much you liked reading. So I did some research and found this place. I heard all the books have been hand picked by the owner.” 

I didnt reply, only laughing in excitement as I looked around the tiny shop, immediately going to a random shelve and picking out a book that had an interesting cover. 

While reading the synopsis behind a book, I whispered softly, “Why bring me here when it’s not your place of interest?” 

Jisung breathed sharply as he let out a quick sigh. “I wanted to do something for you. That’s all.” Jisung replied simply, shrugging as if what he did was just a small gesture. I, however, thought it was a huge gesture. It showed me that he cared. The fact that he went to research for a place I have never heard of and would like.

“Ever heard of The Wrath and the Dawn?,” I asked, pulling it out from the shelve immediately when I recognised its spine. Jisung shook his head. I chuckle, passing the book to Jisung. He took it into his hands, not sure what to do with it. 

“Read it. I know you don't like reading, but this book really changed things for me.” Jisung hummed, holding the book up in the air with a subtle smile. 

I browsed through the store, quickly picking out two books that seemed interesting to me as I didn't want to bore Jisung any longer by having to put up with me checking every book in the store. 

Just as I was about to take out cash from my wallet, Jisung placed a hand on mine that was in my wallet. I looked up to meet Jisung’s eyes.

“I’ll pay.” 

“But you pay for everything on every single outing we went together-”

“You know you cant fight me on this. Put the wallet away.” 

I pouted, making him let out a laugh as I slid my wallet back into my sling bag. He payed for the three books, two of mine and the book I recommended him to read. I took a good look at him while he had a small chat with the cashier and owner. 

The way he smiled and laugh. I started to think about the times I’ve spent with Jisung. The fact that I was able to open up to him quickly and have conversations I never thought i would have after meeting someone after less than a year. The deep conversations we would have, in person or on the phone late at night while Jaemin was asleep. He saw me in states where i felt all the more cautious about. My intense breakdowns due to stress which could only be treated with Jaemin’s comfort as well as kind words that had immense impact from Jisung over the phone. We shared dark secrets as well. Looking back at these moments made me felt something I never did. It was similar to how i felt towards Jaemin, but very different. 

“Quinn?” My thoughts were cut off with Jisung’s voice. I shook my head off the thoughts and proceeded to head out of the shop, offering to carry the books but of course Jisung insisted on holding them. 

We decided to head back to college grounds and hang out in Jisung’s room. The place was secluded and dimly lit, only the library was opened for students who wanted to study there overnight. 

“Can i ask something?” Jisung paused the video about the funny moments of Seventeen on his laptop, turning his is body to face me. “Hm?” I let out, frowning at the fact that he paused the video at my favourite part. 

“Have you ever been in love?” 

A question I have never had a proper encounter of it. I hugged my knees near my chest as I took a sip of iced peach tea in a can that we got from a vending machine near the cafeteria. “I don't think so? I did date Jaemin once, but we were kids and barely knew what love was.”

I let out a soft sigh, “I’m still unsure of it... even now.”

Jisung flashed me a subtle smile. I felt soothed by just that. “Never did I, either.” He pauses for a moment before continuing. 

“But if I had to guess... I’d say that love is a feeling where you feel yourself wanting to be better around that particular person. You start to act so dumb around them to make them laugh and you start finding out what they like and dislike, to make sure all that person could feel were butterflies and rainbows.”

I started to think about his words. Butterflies and rainbows. Something I’ve always felt whenever I’m with Jisung. No matter what state of emotion I was in, it felt as if he knew me well and knew what to do to make me feel better. I started to find myself wanting to look better around him, dressing up to make myself more presentable as usual. I even have his Liho order etched into my mind every time we went to Liho to get milk teas. 

“And you know what’s funny?” 

“What?”

Jisung took in a deep breath before letting out a loud sigh, chuckling to himself as he shook his head, his blonde fringe falling down his forehead to frame his face perfectly. 

“The fact that I feel all those things whenever I’m with you.”

I froze in my spot with my muscles suddenly becoming stiff. My mind went blank as his words were repeated. How do i even react? What do I say? Do i tell him I feel the same? But that would mean he thinks I like him and I should be in a relationship with him but I’m clearly not prepared for that yet.

“You don’t have to say anything if you don’t want to.”

My frown deepened. I wanted to say something. I couldn’t just leave his words hanging with no proper conclusion to the conversation. It was sort of my habit to have everything laid on the table so I could get a clear look at the situation.

“I feel the same... but I’m scared of getting involved in a relationship.”

I watched as Jisung forced a smile. I knew it was forced. This smile was different from the one he would have every time he take a bite of his favourite chocolate ice cream. He nodded his head, telling me that he understood my feelings.

“I get it. We’ve only been friends for less than a year. When i watched your trailer, I had a feeling you weren’t one for relationships.”

I was about to open my mouth to speak, but my words were stuck in my throat. A second passed before I could form my sentence properly. “I mean I’m open to it but you’re kind of right. I want to give us more time.”

I heard him sigh. I could tell he was disheartened yet he’s trying his best to stay together. I felt a sharp pain in my heart as he chuckled to himself.

“It’s fine. I can wait. Just as long as I’m not waiting for nothing.”

I could purse my lips into a thin line. Slowly but surely, I brough my hand up to brush away strands of hair that covered his eyes. He lifts his eyes up, but they were unable to meet mine.

“I promise. I see myself with you in the future.”

“Quinn~” Jaemin called out to me while i was playing with my phone while laying down on my bed.

“What?” I asked, my back still facing him.

I heard Jaemin’s bed creak as he stood up to take a seat at the edge of my bed. He gently places a hand on my head and caress my hair. I turned my body and looked up to face him, obviously weirded out by how nice he was being.

“Are you seriously babying me so that I would go to the frat party?” I rolled my eyes. Jaemin’s intentions were always too obvious whenever he gets all soft and sweet with me.

As Jaemin is my best friend, I knew his habits. One of them being that if I didn't agree with him on something, he would pamper me as much as possible as a way to convince me with anything that was on his mind. And with his puppy dog eyes and cuteness, you could imagine how hard it was for me not to fall for his trap.

“Yes, yes I am.” I gave Jaemin a look of disinterest. He knows I dislike going to parties. And he knows how hard it is to persuade me to go. Yet he never gave up. The next thing he said however, intrigued me immediately and started to take his idea into consideration.

“Jisung’s gonna be there.” Jaemin shrugged, trying to act nonchalant but I knew he was thinking about how he’s winning me over. I blinked my eyes once as i gave a blank expression. I then pouted my lips and sat up straight. Jaemin’s eyes literally sparkled the moment I did so. 

“When is it?” I heaved a sigh in defeat, rubbing my face with my right hand. “This Sunday.” Jaemin answered immediately out of excitement. 

Though I had my focus on the conversation with Jaemin, my mind also wondered off to thinking about food. I was seriously craving take out right now. “It’ll be fun! Come on, we’ve just finished out exams. You’ve been stressed enough. You should go out more.” Jaemin added on. 

While listening to Jaemin talk, I opened the app Grab Food on my phone. As i scrolled through the different places near the college and browsing through different menus, Jaemin let out a quick, “Plus, it was Jisung’s idea to invite you.”

“Did he now?” 

Jaemin hummed as he leaned near me to have a peek of my phone. “Take out?” He asked, with his tone was bright and happy. I nodded my head. 

“We seriously think so alike.” I gave Jaemin a subtle smile before Jaemin and I ended up looking through the menus together. While Jaemin decided on what to order, I couldn't help but feel somewhat nervous about the party on Sunday. Would I really be fine? I’ll have Jaemin, though I assume he can't be around me 24/7 due to his social nature. The only hope I had that would best help me get through the night was Jisung. 

Jaemin and I entered the frat party. And I already hate it here. I wasn't even five steps in when a stranger hands me a red plastic cup filled with beer. The huge crowd and very limited space, the loud banging music, though I only appreciate listening to them on my earphones and the amount of talking and screaming that filled the room. Of course it had to be topped off with the reeking smell of alcohol. 

“I’ll find Jisung for you, alright? I’m going to meet my hockey friends after.” Jaemin said, keeping his arm around you shoulder to make sure you were close and protected near him. 

I only nodded nervously. I honestly wished I could just magically vanish myself out of here and in the room with a book. But I never want to disappoint Jaemin by leaving the party that he tried so desperately for me to come, so I made a clear decision in my head to put up with it and prayed that nothing would happen to me.

Jaemin kept me very close as we walked through the crowd, people bumping into at every direction. “Jisung-ah!” Jaemin shouted. Jisung didn’t seem to hear his call. He was about to shout again when out of nowhere, one of Jaemin’s friends pulled him away from me. I opened my mouth, wanting to call out to him but he soon disappeared into the crowd. I did however see his hand waving up high above the crowd and giving me a hand sign of a phone to signal me to call him if anything happened. 

I groaned and rolled my eyes, looking down at the cup of beer in my hands. Shrugging, I took a small sip. I wasn't much of a drinker, but tonight - tonight was the only exception, using alcohol as a way to release the pent up stress that have been bottling up inside me during the exams. 

“Hi!” I suddenly heard. I turned my back to see who it was. Oh no, was all i thought as I stared at the girl whom I dislike. The girl who broke Jaemin’s heart. 

“Hey, Ji A” I mumbled back. I tried to give her a half-smile. I felt myself tensing up at the thought of starting a conversation with someone I held a slight grudge against. 

“What do you think of the party?” I blinked at her. I kept quiet for a moment before answering with a soft. “It’s fine.” 

I was about to burst if she ever think she can hold a conversation with me right now. She knew very well what she did to Jaemin, as well as the fact that I’m his best friend. I couldn't get how she could act as if nothing happened in the past and putting it all behind her like it meant nothing and did not result in a single impact on her. 

“I was thinking about asking you if you wanna-”

“Hey, baby.” I heard the familiar voice that made me let out a quiet sigh of relief.

Baby? That’s definitely a first. 

I felt Jisung’s arm slide around my waist swiftly as he pulled me close. I would be lying if I said that my heart didn’t quickened as butterflies started fluttering in the bottom of my stomach. I only prayed that my cheeks were not blushing a bright pink. To make matters worse, Jisung leaned down to plant a quick kiss on the side of my eye as he fakely smiled towards Ji A.

“You need another drink, don’t you?” I looked up at Jisung, slightly confused. As he raised his eyebrows and jerked his head slightly, I immediately received his signal that told me to play along as he sent some telepathy message that he was trying to save me from my uncomfortable situation with Ji A.  “Uh... y-yeah of course.” 

“Sorry but please excuse us. We’re going to be a little busy upstairs soon.” 

I wasn't sure if this was the real Jisung, or the alcohol that I assumed he has consumed to be talking. I was definitely shocked by how bold he was since he has always seemed to be the shy type to me. 

Ji A looked at us with a smug face, clicking her tongue and huffing in amusement. “Sure, go ahead, Have fun.” She said with annoyance before walking away with her arms folded. Jisung kept his hand on my waist, not to tightly nor loosely either as he led me to a space in the house that was away fro the large crowd that was gathering for who knows what reason. 

“You seem to not like that girl.” Jisung bent down to whispered near my ear in an attempt to overpower the loud music in the background. I pursed my lips into a thin line and hummed. “If there’s anyone I would throw under a bus, it would be her.” 

Jisung replied with a smile and a chuckle. “I know you have plenty of other people you would like to do that to.” And it was true. Due to my judgy nature, I would judge anyone that came into my sight. And if i sensed that I didn’t like their attitude, I would never fail to whisper to Jisung or Jaemin that i dislike them at first glance. 

“Did you drink?” I asked Jisung, noticing how his breath reeked of beer yet he was his usual self. “Yeah. Had a few but I have a high tolerance.” My mouth formed an ‘ah’ as i nodded. 

Out of the blue, Jisung spun my around, this time placing both his hands on my waist as my body was now facing his. Not to mention there wasn't a single inch of space between our chests’. 

“You look cute whenever you’re pissed.”

I rolled my eyes, faking my exasperation. “Ho ho wanna see some real annoyance?” I raised both my eyebrows as I gave Jisung an intimidating smile. Jisung shook his head, looking down before matching my gaze with his again. “Please save that for tomorrow.” 

I laughed softly. Jisung then looked around the house, as if trying to find someone. He lets out a soft “Ah. Found them.” I hummed as I looked around as well, wondering who he found. 

Jisung released on hand from my waist and walked me over to a group of guys. My vision only became clear when the crowd that was blocking my view went away, revealing Jaemin as well as his group of hockey friends. I smiled at the familiar faces before me as they all shouted my name and urged Jisung and I to seat with them.

“You know them?”

Jisung only shrugged, taking a seat beside Mark and gesturing me to sit down next to him. “I met them through Jaemin.” I looked over to Jaemin, who was laughing hysterically and punching Winwin’s arm, who immediately turned to him to fight back. Clearly they were drunk. I wasn’t surprised at all.

I laughed when I turned my attention over to Jaehyun, the guy in my Psychology class. The way he only sat there, unbothered by the chaos surrounding him radiated couldn’t care less energy.

“You guys seem pretty drunk.” I commented.

Jaehyun chuckled lowly and tilted his head to Jaemin and Winwin who were fighting, eventually having Lucas joining in as well, along with Taeyong trying his best to keep the situation at bay but has soon given up. “You think?”

I let out a long sigh as the little sips of alcohol I have been taking from the moment I stepped in until now started to kick in. My head started to get dizzy as my vision became slightly blurred.

I lay my head down on Jisung’s shoulder. I felt Jisung’s eyes on me. “You need to go to a room or something?” Jisung whispered. I frowned.

“You think i should?” I mumbled softly with my head turning in multiple directions to find a comfortable position on the crook of Jisung’s neck. I breathed in his scent. You would think his body smelt like alcohol but his perfume was still standing strong, putting me at ease.

Jisung tightened his grip around ms, pulling me closer so that my body layed comfortably on his.

I could tell that the others, especially Jaemin were worried about me when he shouted a, “Bro she good?” to Jisung.

“She can use my room if you wan-“

“I’ll take her back to her room.” Jisung cut Jaehyun off. My eyes were now half opened as I saw Jaemin tossing the room key to Jisung, who caught it swiftly.

“Take care of her.” Was the last thing I heard before fully closing my eyes and passing out.

I woke up, taking awhile to process my surroundings due to the banging in my head from all the alcohol. As I took into consideration the items and furniture of the room, I quickly concluded that I was in Jisung’s room. Jisung, however, was nowhere to be seen.

I patted my hands at the space around me, desperately trying to find my phone. I eventually found it within the covers, pulling it out and looking at the time on my lockscreen. 4:16 AM. I stared at the time. Where was Jisung at this timing? Could he still be at the party?

I tried recalling what happened before I passed out and remembered that Jisung was about to bring me to his room. So what i remembered was practically useless and didn’t benefit me in knowing Jisung’s current location. Great.

I groaned as I pressed a hand on my head, praying to God that my headache would come to an end soon. Though I highly doubt that as I knew from my past experiences of getting drunk that it takes me a very long time to sober up, meaning that I predicted that I would be in a hangover for quite some time.

I heard the door open. My eyes remained on the bedsheets as I assumed it was Jisung who entered the room. My assumption was soon proven wrong when I heard the sound of high heels clacking against the wooden floor, the sound coming closer and closer to me.

I looked up and tried my best to adjust my vision as I squinted my eyes. The figure, poster and clothes. Without a doubt, it was Ji A.

“So he left you here with the door unlocked and no one protecting you? Not surprised.”

“What?” I whispered, raising an eyebrow at Ji A. Just what was she doing here? How did she know where Jisung’s room was? What does she want from me?

“Hey. Lemme tell you one thing while I can tell you’re still hungover.” Ji A placed her weight on one leg as she puts a hand on her waist. I started feeling irritated again, but I was way too weak to even bother putting up a fight.

Ji A bent down to meet my eye level. The signature smirk that lit a fire in me appeared on her lips as her eyes looking down on me unsympathetically.

“You ever wonder why Jisung has been way too nice to you? How he was been nothing but perfect in the way he treated you and how you two just never seem to have gotten into a fight once in your single year of friendship?”

I used one hand to rub my face. What is Ji A going on about?

I took in a deep breath. “I’m sorry?”

“Buckle up, honey. All the butterflies and rainbows you have been experiencing with him will all be ruined by a storm he’ll be sending in not too long from now.” I heard Ji A chuckle in a devil-like manner.

As I started to process her words, my thoughts became clear and my suspicion started to peak. “The fuck are you talking about, Ji A?” I asked as I cleared my throat. I didn’t get a reply as I watch her laugh and leaving the room.

I scratched my head furiously as I tried digging further into her words to find the true meaning behind it. Was she trying to threaten me? What “storm” was Jisung about to bring upon me? As more questions filled my mind, I found it too much for my hungover state to take in. I ended up falling asleep after looking at my phone meaninglessly.

I felt a finger or two gliding over my jawline. My eyes were closed but I immediately sensed that Jisung was sitting at the edge of the bed. I fluttered my eyes open as Jisung came into my view.

“Sweetheart, how you feeling?” Jisung asked in his gentle, calming voice that always helped to soothe me. Oddly this time, it didn’t. And I knew it was because of the weird encounter I had with Ji A before I went back to sleep.

I sat up from bed weakly, falling back slightly but having Jisung hold me up and I shook my head, placing my hand on the back of my neck.

“Hey, you need to rest.” Jisung said, trying to put my body back down on the bed but I fought back. Ji A’s words about Jisung started to repeat itself in my head. Out of pure distrust that I suddenly developed towards Jisung, I pushed him away and forced myself to stand up.

I saw Jisung standing up and holding his hands out, getting ready to catch me in case I fall while I staggered to the door. “Get back in bed. I bought hangover soup for you-“

“Just...” I placed my hand on the doorknob, turning my head around to face Jisung who had an extremely worried look on his face. “Just get away from me.” I whispered, twisting the doorknob and pushing the door.

I headed out of Jisung’s room and made my way over to mine. Before I could open my door, I heard Jisung’s footsteps coming towards me as he stopped me with a hand on my wrist. “What’s wrong? D-did something happen?” Jisung stuttered, surprised by my sudden attitude towards him.

I yanked his hand off me and opened the door, seeing Jaemin on his bed with widened eyes as he saw my weak body at the door. He rushed over to me. “Quinn? Jisung...”

“Get the hell out of my sight, Jisung.” I raised my voice ever so slightly. Jaemin heard my words and furrowed his eyebrows towards Jisung.

“The fuck did you do to her?” Jaemin asked, his tone growing dark and intimidating.

“I-I dont know she just woke up and told me to back off-“

“I’m finding out what you did to her. And once I do, it’s game over for you.” Jaemin threatened Jisung as he brought me in by supporting my body with his hand around my waist and closing the door quietly in consideration of the state I was in.

Jaemin carried me to my bed and placed me down gently. I rubbed my eyes with my hands as I looked up to Jaemin, who had his arms folded and standing still.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” Jaemin asked, his voice becoming soft and gentle as he took a seat on my bed. I sat up from the bed and placed my head on his lap, my head digging into his chest.

“Not now... please.” My voice got muffle as tears started to flow out of my eyes. As much as I want to hide it, my body didn’t let me. Jaemin felt his shirt getting wet and immediately started to caress my head slowly, letting out a soft, “Sh sh..” to calm me down. I continued to sob and cry as I got vulnerable in Jaemin’s embrace, eventually crying myself to sleep, wanting to forget everything that happened before and needing to rest my mind for at least a few hours.

I woke up once again. This time, the sunlight that shined through the thin curtains of the room made me wince as I looked at my surroundings which has now became fully clear.

I realised I was still laying my head on Jaemin’s lap. I noticed how he was in an uncomfortable position with his back against the wall and his head hanging downwards. I sat up and poked his shoulder in an attempt to wake him up. Luckily it worked and Jaemin rubbed his eyes before fully opening them and looking at the side to face me.

“Your eyes are all puffy, love.” Jaemin said with a subtle smile, reaching his hand out and gently brushing his thumb over the bottom of my eyes. I chuckled softly. “Did I cry that much last night?” Jaemin nodded. I let out a long sigh.

“Care to tell me what happened last night with Jisung?” Jaemin motioned me to get close to him. I got near and wrapped my arms around him as I was indulged in his cuddles. “I was at Jisung’s room. I don't know why he wasn’t there, but suddenly Ji A came into the room.”

I could tell Jaemin was taken aback since he didn’t give an immediate reply. “Ji A?” He finally spoke. I hummed in reply. Jaemin clicked his tongue and kept silent. He was thinking about his past relationship with Ji A but still signaled me to continue the story.

“For some reason, she threatened me. She said that my relationship with Jisung is going to get wrecked soon. I don't know what she meant by that.” Jaemin eyes started to fill with anger as I felt him balling his first against my shirt. Though he tried to stay calm and wanting to make me feel better is his top priority , I could tell he was furious. “The bitch really did that?” Jaemin muttered, running a hand through his hair.

“Wait how did she even know where Jisung’s room was?” I suddenly question as I started to get deep in my thoughts. That fact was odd, but the answer was obvious. “Those two probably knew each other.” Jaemin quickly replied. 

Does a 30 second trailer really tell me everything I need to know about a person? That question started to resonate in my head now that I thought of what Jisung could be doing. I started to think whether is actions were pure and sincere. Could there be a hidden agenda as to why he’s been oh so nice to me just like Ji A said? She could have told me that just to make me feel insecure. But at the same time, what if it was true?

“Tell me what to do, Nana. I seriously don't know what to think right now.” I whined to Jaemin, whose face was as still stern and scary after I mentioned Ji A.

“Maybe act normal around him first, like nothing happened. While I go spying on him and Ji A.” Jaemin said with a wide smirk. I immediately laughed, giving him a light smack on his chest. “You can’t be serious.” I said back, shaking my head.

Jaemin furrowed his eyebrows and pouted. “Hello! We can’t ask Jisung straight up. We need to be discreet.” Jaemin jokes. I swear Jaemin could make me laugh at his dorkiness in any situation. 

“I might just ignore him, to be honest. I’ve been hanging out with him too much. I want to spend more time with you.” I said, reaching my hand out to ruffle Jaemin’s perfectly soft hair. 

Jaemin gave me a few pats on my back. “Good that you’ve realised it now. I’ve been lonely without you.” I gave a subtle yet sincere smile. 

-

I cocked an eyebrow at Jaehyun’s words. What is he even thinking?

Jaehyun leaned in close, looking around to check if anyone’s watching. “Jisung keeps pressuring me to tell you to talk to him and I know you’re avoiding him but I can’t take it no more.” He grumbled. I placed a hand on my forehead and let out a long sigh. “Tell him to give up.” was all I said as I heard the professor slamming the door shut and getting everyone’s attention in a matter of seconds. 

A week has passed now without Jisung. And although I have Jaemin with me, it felt like I was missing something. It just didn’t feel right with him around. Being away from him made me look at the big picture. I’m deeply in love with him. I could deny that fact all I want but I’ll never be able to get away from it. I missed every part of him. His scent, laughter, smiles, the way I felt so right with him. But I also thought of my trust towards Jisung that was slowly deteriorating. I’ve been receiving constant texts and calls from Jisung, but I didn't reply, only using my anger as a way to keep myself from replying to his texts or picking up his calls. 

“Yo your guy here is starving and craving Subway.” Jaemin shouted out while laying on his bed. I was in deep concentration while in a PUBG Mobile match. “Order us something, will you? I’m kinda busy.” I muttered. 

“I was thinking of buying it downstairs. I need to walk around a little.” Jaemin stood up from his bed and stretched out his arms, groaning in the process. “Yeah sure, have fun.” 

Jaemin went over to my bed and take a peek of my phone. “Okay firstly, why didn’t you invite me? Secondly, you know I’m not going without you. Come on.” He suddenly said, grabbing onto my arm and dragging me out while I was still concentrated in the match.

As Jaemin and I walked down the halls to get to food area where there were different fast food shops, including Subway, my eyes were kept on the screen as I feel Jaemin’s eyes on me and my phone, watching the match intensively. 

“Oi! Kill him!” Jaemin shouted and constantly tapped my shoulder.

“I’m trying, idiot!” I shouted back. I realised we were already at Subway as Jaemin pushed the door open for me, his eyes still glued on my screen.

I quickly took a random seat that faced the door while Jaemin sat next to me. “Ah fuck!” I screamed, not too loud as I didn’t want the other customers to look at me as I died in the match.

Jaemin and I groaned at the same time as I slammed my phone on the table while Jaemin shaked his head. 

“You can never win without me now can you?” Jaemin said with a cunning smirk. I punched his shoulder. “Shut up.” 

“Alright, hurry up. Invite me.” Jaemin said. I looked down at his phone to see that he was already in the app. “Damn, you’re quick.” Jaemin shrugged nonchalantly. 

While Jaemin and I started the match and were playing together, I heard the door open. I didn’t really thought anything about it until I saw a figure at that was unrecognisable from my point of view. I took a quick look at the person, not thinking who it was and assumed it was a stranger. “Sorry this table’s taken.” I said simply. 

“How long are you going to keep ignoring me, Quinn?”

Jaemin and I shot our heads up at the same time, knowing that familiar voice belonged to Jisung. He had a really concerned look in his eyes with a small frown. Jaemin scoffed, putting his phone down and leaning in with his elbows against the table. “She doesn’t want to see you. I’m sure she’s made that pretty clear.” 

I placed my phone screen faced down on the table, unable to meet Jisung’s eyes. “No. I have to talk to her. Quinn please.” Jisung pleaded with soft eyes. I glanced over to Jaemin who bobbed his shoulders as a way to tell me it was my decision to talk to him or not. I let out a long sigh and nodded reluctantly. 

Jisung placed his hand on my wrist and dragged me out. I took on one last look at Jaemin who mouthed out, “Be careful, love.” i could only take a deep breath as Jisung dragged me to a secluded seating area. 

Jisung sat me down and sat on the opposite side. He had his arms interlocked on the table while i tapped my hands on my thighs. “Please tell me why you’re doing this to me..” Jisung whispered. 

I glanced at another direction before gathering up courage to look at Jisung. Fuck those eyes. The sweet eyes of Jisung that could mesmerise anyone if he wanted to. “What are you and Ji A?” I asked sternly. 

“We’re just friends, mere acquaintances.” Jisung immediately replied with no hesitation.

“Then how did she know where was your room?”

Jisung opened his mouth to reply but not a single sound came out for a moment.

“I’m sorry?”

“I woke up in your room. You were nowhere to be seen. The door was unlocked and Ji A came in. She fucking threatened me saying that my relationship with you would go bad.” 

“I- wait how did she-”

“Please don’t act. Stop all this bullshit you’re trying to pull.” I cut Jisung off. 

I exhaled sharply. “Your 30 second trailer. Was it even real? What are you hiding from me?”

Jisung puffed his chest a little before running a hand down his face. “I...” I waited impatiently for him to gather the words he needed to explain what was about to be said next that completely shocked me. 

“I made a bet with Ji A during a party. She said I have to make you fall for me to prove that I’m capable of being in a relationship.” 

My mouth practically could fit a whole burger at how large it gaped open as I scoffed in astonishment. I slammed both my hands down on the table that was placed on my thighs before. 

“So what? I was just some bet to you? I didn’t mean two fucks to you, huh? I should have known. You were too nice from the start. Fuck you. Gosh I didn’t know it was possible to lie in your trailer.” I said, adding a hint of sarcasm at the end. 

“Wait Quinn please calm down I can explain-”

“You already did. I’ve known enough.” I stood up from my seat and took a full ninety degree turn to find Jaemin right in front of me, looking towards Jisung with angered eyes. 

Jaemin rushed over to Jisung and grabbed him by his collar, lifting him up slightly from his seat. I tried pulling Jaemin away, only wanting to get away from Jisung but Jaemin pushed me back. “A bet? You played my best friend friend just for a bet to keep your pride? God you’re low.” Jaemin pushed Jisung back down on his seat violently. 

Jaemin leaned in, his hands firm on the table as Jisung backed himself away ever so slightly. 

“Stay the fuck away from Quinn here on out. You fucked up, big time. Don’t show up in front of us ever again. You don’t deserve her at all.” Jaemin gave Jisung a clear and taunted warning before grabbing me by the wrist and walking us away. 

Jaemin doesn’t say a word when Jaemin walked us back to our room, immediately closing the door in front of us. “He’s a dickhead for doing that to you.” He muttered and he quickly sat down on his bed. I walked over and sat on mine, heaving out a long sigh. “Are you gonna cry again?” I heard Jaemin ask. I shook my head.

“I’m done crying. I feel pissed. Can I somehow constantly slam his tongue on a car door?” Jaemin couldn’t help but laugh. “It’ll be more fun to slam his head against the wall.” He added. The two of us laughed but the room grew quiet quickly. 

“Wait isn’t our trailer suppose to show our true intentions we have with the person watching it? How did I miss such a huge thing?” I asked Jaemin. 

“I’ve heard a rumour of people altering their trailers. I never thought people actually do it.” Jaemin inhaled and exhaled sharply. 

“Fuck it. I just don’t want to see him anymore. End of year exams are coming. I can’t let shit like this get in the way.” I said with determination. Jaemin nodded. 

-

The end of the year soon came. Our results were handed out this week and we could finally have some break time for Christmas. Students were allowed to leave college and celebrate with their families. However, for me and Jaemin, we decided to stay together this Christmas, opting to video call our loved ones to keep in touch. 

“This place is so creepy with not many people here.” Jaemin spoke as we decided to walk around the college campus for the fun of it. 

I shoved my hands into my padded jacket, letting out a sigh as smoke came out of my mouth. It was very cold this winter, but it seemed that snow has yet to fall. “I’m so glad we’re done for this year.” I whispered.

“Two more years till we graduate.” I added, looking at the shops that were closed and noticed that only the vending machine was working. 

“Please don’t tell me-”

“Let’s go ghost hunting!” I laughed out loudly as I walked over to the vending machine. “Very funny, Jaemin.” I took out a one dollar coin from my wallet and placed in in the slot of the vending machine. Pressing on the drink I wanted, I waited for it to be dispensed. 

I soon heard the canned drink and pick it up from the bottom slot. I looked at Jaemin who was staring at my drink. I shoved it towards his chest. “Open it.” Jaemin smiled and cracked open the top, drinking down a few gulps before handing the drink back to me. 

“When do you think the snow is coming?” I asked Jaemin. I’ve always been fond of snow ever since I was little, playing in the snow by myself was what I did everyday. 

Jaemin only shrugged and looked up into the sky. I did the same as well. “I’ll pray that it’ll come soon for you.” 

I reached my hand out and ruffled his hair. “A thoughtful prince indeed.” I said with a subtle smile. 

“Oh wait! What happened with the girl you were talking to back then?” I asked as the thought suddenly popped up in my mind. In the midst of whatever was happening between Jisung and I as well as the exams, I completely forgot about it.

“Eh I don’t like her. She’s not like you.” Jaemin shrugged nonchalantly. 

“Your girlfriend isn’t suppose to be like me.” I commented. 

“They say your significant other should have the same qualities as your best friend so that you two can click immediately.” 

I shook my head. “Yeah, yeah.” I waved my hand in the air lazily. 

“Hey guys..” I suddenly heard. Jaemin and I turned around, taking in a deep breathe in unison. 

“Jisung.” Jaemin greeted with an uninterested look. Jisung bowed his head slightly at Jaemin before turning to me. “I thought you went out of college.” 

“Oh no my family’s busy this Christmas so I can’t visit them.” I simply nodded my head. “Besides the point so anyways, can I talk to you, alone?” I looked to Jaemin, somewhat wanting to ask for his approval. Jaemin glared at Jisung before letting out a quiet sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Go ahead.” Jaemin said with a tone of defeat. 

Jisung pulled me by my the edge of my padded jacket as Jaemin soon left my view. “What is it that you want, Jisung?” I finally asked. 

Jisung didn’t answer and only stared into my eyes. I raised an eyebrow. “If you aren’t going to say something-”

“I’ve been wanting to talk to you, Quinn. I have been wanting to talk to you but with exams and all I didn’t want to bother you.” I watched as he pursed his lips into a thin line. “So now that exams are over you came to bother me?” I asked with a hint of sarcasm. Jisung shook his head furiously. 

“Have you heard of the rumour about the first snowfall?” I sighed, shaking my head as I start to think about what he’s going on about. 

“They say...” Jisung started as he took out my hands from my pockets and holding them dearly in his hands. I looked up to look at Jisung but found that he was admiring my hands, gently brushing his thumb over the back of my hand. 

“They say that if you’re with the person you like in the first snowfall, it signified love and fate, symbolising that true love will blossom.”

 I bit my bottom lip as my mind slowly went back to the times I’ve spent with Jisung. It would be a understatement to say that I’ve been reminiscing my past when Jisung was a big part of my life. Although my mind back then was concentrated on the exams, Jisung has always been somehow hidden away and never forgotten in the fold of my thoughts. 

“I’ve heard of it.” I whispered, unable to meet Jisung’s eyes when he lifted his head up. 

Jisung took in a deep breath. “I’m sorry for what happened. At first, I only got into your life because of the bet. But I truly did fell in love with you the more I got to know you and spent time with you. And I still am. I’m still in love with you. It pained me everyday when you avoided me and hated my guts. I’m just sorry for everything.” Jisung confessed. I felt a lump in my throat as I couldn’t make up an answer to give right away. “S-so what are you going to do about it?” I asked.

Jisung slowly took a step closer, closing the gap between us as he leaned in towards my face, our noses barely touching and our lips so close. And then, it happened naturally, Jisung connected his lips with mine, pulling me into the softest kiss ever that was filled with passion and care. It took me awhile to process what was happening before moving my lips in sync with his and closing my eyes. 

As if this scene came out of a fairy tale, I felt something falling onto my head. I opened my eyes slightly as I continued to kiss Jisung, realising that snow has fallen onto us. The first snowfall.

Jisung pulled his lips away from mine as we both stared up into the sky, watching as the snow continued to fell. Jisung smiled softly as we both looked down to meet each other’s gaze. 

“I love you, Quinn. Please be mine.” Jisung whispered softly as he got close to lean his forehead against mine. I bite the side of my cheek as I looked into his eyes, taking in the moment of silence to admire the person I dearly missed. “Don’t make me regret it.” I whispered back, taking the initiative to place my lips on Jisung’s to once again feel his sincere love.

[flutteringphalanges]

                                    Caught in a Riptide

Summary: After the infamous Count Dracula is discovered and taken into custody by the Jonathan Harker Foundation, former nun and now guardian to her young niece, Zoe, Agatha Van Helsing is tasked with keeping tabs on the vampire after a mishap leads to his release into modern day society. Can Agatha remain levelheaded, or will fate turn her onto a new path?

Pairing: Dracula/Agatha Van Helsing

Rated: M

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A/N: Ah, what a way to finish the first school week--a brand new chapter! I hope you enjoy! I am pleased by how long it is! Feedback is greatly loved and appreciated--reblogs too! My brain is mush so now I shall go an Netflix! Enjoy! -Jen

                                                   Chapter Eight

"Why can't I come?"

The seven year old glowered at her aunt as Jack moved around in the kitchen retrieving the ingredients needed to make slime. Normally creating such a monstrosity would've excited the child, as Agatha usually forbade the stuff in the house, but Zoe seemed more concerned about the woman's agenda with the vampire. After all, she found Dracula fascinating. A potential friend-though, not truly understanding what he really was.

"It's a trip for adults." Agatha sighed, grabbing her purse. "Besides, you get to visit with Jack. You're always talking about him coming over."

"Yeah." Zoe replied, hands on her hips. "But he's not Mr. Dracula."

"Zoe, that's very rude." Her aunt chided-but thank god for that. "You apologize to Jack now."

"Sorry." She muttered under her breath, rubbing her feet against the floor. "But can't I come with you, please?! I promise to be good! 'Sides, Mr. Dracula is new here! What if he gets lost? He might need my help!"

"He won't and he certainly doesn't need anything from you." Agatha realized the harshness in her tone and inhaled. "Zoe, listen to me." She bent down to meet her niece at eye level. "You'll have more fun here with Jack. Mr. Dracula…" Her nose scrunched at the name. "And I have business to attend to. It'll be very boring, I guarantee it."

"And I brought glitter." Jack added, smiling as he picked up a tiny, sparkling container. "It's rainbow!"

"Just try not to get it everywhere." Agatha snorted, pecking Zoe on the cheek. "Have fun you two and don't get slime on my furniture. It took forever to get out last time."

"Okay, Aunt Aggie." The little girl exhaled. "I love you! Tell Mr. Dracula I said hi!"

"I love you too." The woman replied, knowing very well she wouldn't be fulfilling her niece's wishes on the second part. "Be good for Jack."

She tried not to think about how big of a mess her kitchen would be in when she returned. However, all concerns about that immediately dissipated the moment she stepped outside. There, standing on the curb, was none other than Dracula himself. He gave her a toothy grin as he opened the passenger door. Agatha's eyes flickered to the driver's seat where Frank Renfield gave her a nervous smile and a quick wave. There was no way in Hell. Not a single, solitary way in the underworld she'd be getting in a car with him where she wasn't in control of the vehicle.

"I thought it would be best if we had a chauffeur." The vampire explained, motioning for her to get in. "That way we can get to know each other even more." He chuckled and gave a small shrug. "Not to mention he knows his way around just as much as you do. Now we don't have to worry about you being distracted when we drive."

"I didn't agree to this." Agatha replied firmly, folding her arms. "Any of this."

"Oh come now, Sister Agatha." The Count called out smugly. "Live a little-well, one of us has to."

Just the very look of Frank's expression sent chills down her back. He wasn't a threatening man, at least in a physical sense, but something about him didn't settle right. And it didn't help that there was a valid reason that this had been constructed alongside Bloxham. At least she wasn't the driver, everything was unbearable enough as it was.

"Fine." The woman resigned. "But we stick to the approved locations, no detours." Now that she thought of it, she hadn't exactly gotten the list of places they were going. "Just get in so we can get this night over with."

"Ladies first." The vampire bowed, motioning for Agatha to step inside. She knocked purposely hard into his shoulder as she climbed in. His mouth twitched into a sneer as he slid in beside her, much to her discomfort. "I think we're ready to go to our first stop." His eyes met those of the former nun. "The Prospect of Whitby!"

Agatha barely acknowledged Frank's sheepish greeting as she stared with great fixation out of the window. She could feel Dracula watching her, waiting for her to finally turn around and address him. But her attention remained glued to the trees and cars that zoomed by as they drove into the inner, more populated part of the town.

"I thought you could use some dinner." The vampire suggested, finally breaking through the silence. "And during my research as well as Frank's recommendations," he nodded to the driver. "This seemed like the perfect location. Did you know tavern itself claims to be the oldest around dating back to around 1520? Fascinating that such a place could possibly be nearly a century younger than me."

"Just because I'm forced to keep an eye on you doesn't mean I'm interested in the history of my basket of fish and chips." She retorted. "And I'm not hungry."

"Nevertheless, we're going in." The vampire stated as Frank pulled up to the curb. "Mr. Renfield, if you'll just wait out here with the car."

"Oh!" The lawyer spoke up softly. "I thought it would be alright if I came in and…"

"Your presence is not needed nor wanted." The Count exclaimed with a dismissive wave. "Come, Agatha, we have a table for two reserved."

If given the choice of publicly eating a meal in front of Dracula or stepping through a hallway of hot coals, legos, and thumb tacks, the last option sounded far more appealing. She didn't take the vampire's hand as he held it out towards her, merely exiting the car and slamming the door roughly behind her. A small part of her felt bad for Frank, a part that felt guilty that he was roped into this night. But the bigger part of her blamed him and she secretly hoped something would happen whilst they were inside.

"Vlad Balaur."

Agatha internally groaned as Dracula grinned at the hostess causing her to blush. If she really knew what she was, that flattered expression would've morphed into one of horror. She sucked in her cheeks as she followed the young woman to a small table with rather intimate lighting.

"Oh, we only need one menu." The vampire explained to the lady. "We're here for her. I have...allergies." And when he spoke, his eyes were fixed on the innocent hostess's jugular. Agatha kicked him hard under the table causing his attention to travel back to the woman's eyes. "Yes, just one will do."

"You're disgusting." Agatha hissed under her breath as the woman walked away.

"So you're telling me that if you saw a divine burger you wouldn't salivate?" Dracula countered.

"What does a burger have to do with anything?!" She replied almost flustered. "And...and it's not like it's still breathing." Frowning, she snatched up the menu and pretended to read it. "How long are you going to force me to sit here before we can go?"

"Until you order something." The man replied simply. "I'll pay, of course."

"This isn't a date!" She snapped, firmly setting the menu down. "So don't act like it is!"

"I wouldn't dream of it." The corners up his lips twitched in slight amusement. "But I am humored that the thought even came to your mind."

Before Agatha could retaliate, a waiter approached the table. The former nun exhaled softly through her nose and straightened up in her chair. Better not lose it in the middle of a crowd. Bloxham would have her head and Dracula would most certainly enjoy that.

"Can I start you off with anything?" The man asked, looking between the two. "Might I recommend the fish and chips? We are known for having the best in Whitby. Fresh cod caught today!"

An interesting thought came to Agatha's mind. An idea she didn't consider until now. Forcing a smile, she picked up her menu once more. Dracula had offered to pay after all. Who was stopping her from ordering the most expensive items available?

"I'll have the eight ounce sirloin." She read out loud, her eyes scanning the drink section. "And the Champagne Lallier Grand Cru Grande Réserve Brut-the full bottle." Agatha grinned at the waiter as she handed the menu back. "Thank you."

The man nodded and disappeared, leaving the two alone once more. Feeling rather proud of herself, Agatha leaned back a little in her seat as the vampire watched her with great interest. Clearly, it had been a move he hadn't expected. Check mate.

"I thought you didn't drink?" Dracula inquired, a brow raised in surprise.

"I don't." The former nun smirked. "But you offered to pay and I thought it'd make for a nice centerpiece."

"Well played, Agatha Van Helsing." The vampire chuckled, causing the woman to frown a little. "It's not often that I'm surprised. A shame though for such an expensive bottle to go to waste. What, pray tell, do you plan to do with it if you aren't going to drink it?"

"I don't tell my enemies my ideas." She replied, folding her arms. "But I can think of a few things." A thought flickered in her mind for a brief second of her bashing the bottle against the wall and using it as a makeshift stake. "I suppose I'll keep it with me for a special occasion. For now."

"Until then," the vampire answered. "I shall wait with bated breath."

Not long after the wine discussion, Agatha's meal was brought from the kitchen. As much as she hated to admit it, the smell was heavenly. She thought back to the hostess and wondered if that's what Dracula meant by divinely appetizing. The former nun stared at her steak and tried her best to will herself against consuming it. But oh how it smelled so heavenly.

"The last thing I'd wish to do is make you feel uncomfortable by you eating alone while I merely watch." Dracula exclaimed. "But I think you'd prefer that over me joining you in my own matter."

Absentmindedly, the former nun picked up her fork and poked at the juicy meat. Tender. Cooked to perfection. There was a reason this place had lasted for centuries. Slowly, she cut herself a small piece and pushed it past her lips. Then another. And another.

"A glass of wine to go with that?" Dracula smirked.

Agatha merely frowned around her utensil and continued to eat until there was nothing left. Wiping her mouth with her napkin, she set it upon the empty plate. Maybe she'd take Jack or Mrs. Avery here some time to thank them for watching Zoe. For now, she dreamed of nothing more than leaving the damn place. Whether or not it was her imagination, the lights seemed to be dimming around them.

"I'm glad to see you mostly enjoyed your meal." Dracula commented as he flagged the waiter down. "I'll pay, as promised. Perhaps next time you can pick the restaurant?"

As her fingers gripped the neck of the bottle, Agatha had to refrain from bashing the thing on top of the vampire's head. Not surprisingly, Frank was still seated out front in the car just as they had left him. A light drizzle began to spill from the sky and Dracula miraculously produced an umbrella. He held it out towards Agatha who immediately rejected it. Rolling his eyes, the man found his place in the car beside her.

"So we went to a historic tavern." Agatha exhaled, looking to the vampire. "Is that not enough of an adventure for you for one night?"

"Not quite." Dracula admitted. "I said I had an itinerary, Agatha. I really did mean it." He could see the look of detest on her face. "Alright, for you, I will compromise. I just ask that we go to two more places and then we'll call it a night. Do we have an agreement?"

"I don't suppose I really have a choice in the matter." The former nun exhaled in defeat. "Fine, two more places, then you're taking me home and leaving me be." However long that would last.

"Sounds reasonable enough." The vampire nodded. "Frank, if you would."

The rain began to fall harder as the pair, along with their driver, drove in awkward silence. Out of the corner of her eye, Agatha noticed Dracula fiddling with some app on his phone. As he continuously swiped his index finger across the screen, her curiosity got the better of her.

"What are you doing?" She inquired, craning her neck to get a better look. "Is that...is that a dating site?!"

"Well, I suppose if one chose to use it as such it could be." The vampire replied simply, locking his phone. "But from what I've learned it can be used for other reasons."

"You mean sex." And her nose crinkled at the thought of him screwing anyone. "If you're…"

"I'm not, nor do I plan to." His eyes flickered up to the rearview mirror where Frank stared back at him intently. "At least for awhile. I understand the rules. However, there is nothing in the bylaws that says I can't at least explore my options. Whether they be sexual or flavorful." The vampire's lips curved into a suggestive smile. "Temptation is one of the greatest sins, Agatha. But I am sure as a nun you are well aware of that. Or...rather were."

"Well, your account will be tracked nonetheless." Agatha said quietly, ignoring his attempt at provoking her. "I'm sure Mr. Renfield will see to it. Bloxham would want to know." Her eyes locked on to Frank's. "As a precaution."

"I haven't decided which best describes your treatment of me yet." Dracula chuckled as the vehicle began to slow in front of a building. "Am I a child or a prisoner to you? Perhaps both? Your nagging behavior might otherwise irritate me, but tonight is for excitement." And with his hands, he gestured to their next stop. "Behold!"

At first, the former nun thought she was seeing things. As she exited the car, she once again forwent Dracula's umbrella. The rain poured down in heavy torrents soaking her hair and clothes. But that was a concern not at the top of her mind.

Agatha's lips pressed into a firm line as she stood alongside Dracula outside of Pleasureland Amusements. When the vampire had insisted they spend the night exploring what Whitby had to offer, she hadn't expected to be coerced into going to an arcade. A place where she begrudgingly had taken Zoe more than once for a friend's birthday party.

"Perhaps I should've read up on this more." The vampire commented, breaking the silence. "I assumed Pleasureland meant something quite different." His eyes flickered to meet hers. "You should have said something."

"I should have said something?!" Agatha scoffed, folding her arms over her chest. "You are the one who picked this place out. I assumed you knew what you were doing."

"Well, you are the one who is supposed to properly introduce me to the town after all." Dracula countered with a smirk. "I could've easily gone alone, but that would breach some form of the contract–on your side." He shrugged and through her a false sheepish look. "I suppose we better go inside then. See what you humans call entertainment nowadays."

The former nun rolled her eyes as the man began to walk towards the entrance. "I'm tired of playing games with you!" But he merely waved his hand dismissively before disappearing into the crowd. "Arsehole…"

The sound of the rain was immediately placed by the excited, shrill cries of patrons and whirling games as Agatha stepped into the building. It was almost overwhelming. She stood in this world of towering machines that flashed and flickered, beckoning for her to draw closer and take her coinage. It wasn't until someone grabbed her by the forearm that she snapped to.

"Looking for me?"

The Transylvanian Count grinned at her, illuminated from behind by a pinball machine. Agatha pulled away and sucked in a breath. She hated it here, and quite frankly despised it even more. But this was for her job. This was for Zoe. So if she had to suffer by playing sticky games and cramming endless tickets into her pockets, so be it.

"What do you want to play?!" She nearly had to scream over the chao sound. "I know you are going to ask, but I have no preference."

"Actually, this one piqued my interest." Dracula replied obnoxiously cheerful. "This way."

She followed him, still dripping wet and slightly cold from the elements outside until they stood in front of a game. The timeless classic Skeeter's Ball. One is given a certain number of balls and you attempt to roll them into holes with different amounts of points in an attempt to get a high score. Agatha had never been good at this game. On one occasion, she rolled a ball so hard it flew and hit someone on the back of their head. Maybe that was one of the main reasons she couldn't stand this place.

"You go first." The vampire said as six balls rolled down. "To demonstrate."

"Okay." Agatha sighed, lifting up the weighted object. "But I'm not very good at this." With that, she gave the ball a hard roll. Not to her surprise, it landed in the lowest hole-100 points. "I told you. Now you go."

With lightning speed and precision, the vampire stepped forward and aimed for his target. The ball barely bounced before it landed in the center, 500 points. Agatha gawked as Dracula beamed with pride at his accomplishment.

"Beginner's luck!" She insisted, snatching up another ball before thrusting it into his hands. "Try again!"

Just as before, Dracula rolled and landed the bonus hole as before. As the game chimed in congratulations, the former nun frowned, feeling oddly competitive. Suddenly, she felt Dracula move behind her.

"What are you doing?!" She snapped, completely caught off guard.

"I'm assisting you." Dracula said, taking a hold of her forearm. "Trust me, you look rather pathetic rolling like that. Allow me to show you how it's really done."

The vampire's grasp was firm, but not strong enough that if Agatha so chose to, she could break away. Lifting up a ball, she allowed him to ease her wrist forward, fingers curled around the ball. When she finally let it go, it rolled smoothly up the ramp before landing in the 400 point hole.

"Not too bad." Dracula nodded, letting her go. "Perhaps if you practice for a few centuries, you'll be as good as me."

"Apparently living several centuries also increased your ego." Agatha snorted, trying to hold back a smile. "What next?"

"Hm…" The man pondered as he looked around. "Now that looks worthy of our attention!"

Agatha turned to see a large claw machine filled with plushies of all sorts. She pictured Zoe standing right in the center, her bright blue eyes lit up in excitement. The things were usually rigged, from her experience at least, but this was Dracula's place of choice so she didn't argue against it.

"How enthralling." Dracula murmured as he studied the throttle. "What an odd contraption!" He turned to Agatha with a grin. "What shall I aim for?"

She shrugged. "Something close to the top or near the drop box. If it looks crammed, don't go for it. It's hard to even win something." Her lips pursed as she watched him stare at the game in complete wonder. "Be strategic. I suppose like you're in battle."

The vampire straightened up and smirked at her words. "For that, I shall win you that purple blob looking thing."

The former nun gave a half smile and rolled her eyes. "That's supposed to be an elephant...I think." She paused. "And you don't have to win me anything."

"Then it'll be a gift for Zoe." He replied, gaze now fixed on his victim. "And you don't have to tell her that I won it. I know how you are. Though I wouldn't ever hurt her…" His fingers delicately maneuvered the throttle. "It's been over a century since I've done such a thing…"

Agatha felt her stomach twist at the thought of his words. For a brief moment, she had forgotten about what he was. As she opened her mouth to question him further, to her shock, he managed to snag the toy. The vampire let out a triumph 'ha' as the object fell down the chute and into the box.

"I have many hidden talents it would seem." Dracula exclaimed as he retrieved the toy. "I believe this belongs to you."

Slightly hesitant, Agatha accepted the elephant from the vampire. She looked it over somewhat turned off by it's sickly cute appearance. Exhaling, her attention returned to Dracula. Clearly seeing she was growing weary of the place, the Count cleared his throat.

"One more game." He posed, nodding towards an air hockey table. "And I promise it will be worth your while."

Out of all the games, this one seemed to be less populated. Agatha set the elephant down and stood on one side of the table. Dracula smiled at her, his hand already on a paddle. The game was pretty self explanatory which made the former nun question why he'd choose it to be their last.

"We will play the game as usual, but bend the rules just slightly." He instructed. "Whoever makes a point against the other player gets to ask them a question. Any sort of question. Personal or not. And the loser must answer." Dracula gave a knowing smirk. "And while I could easily find everything out about you in a matter of seconds, this seemed like a fun start."

She pushed away the eeriness of his words. "Alright then." She nodded, gripping her paddle. "You're on."

It didn't take long before the puck found its way into Agatha's hole. Not that she was shocked by that loss. Grumbling to herself, she retrieved it and placed it back in the center.

"Ask away."

"Have you always been in Holland? Or were before England?" Dracula inquired. "I know Abraham was Dutch, so after everything he decided to go back to the lovely land of windmills?"

"Yes," Agatha admitted. "I was born in Holland and stayed in Holland until Zoe's parents…" She shook her head. "Well, now I'm clearly in England. Again."

The next round lasted a few seconds longer than the first with Agatha scoring the goal. However, she knew Dracula had intentionally planned it that way. Still, it was a chance to ask him a question he couldn't refuse.

"Why are you afraid of the cross?"

Dracula let out a laugh so loud it just about startled the woman. "Come now, Agatha." He snickered in amusement. "I ask you something easy and you go ahead and cut right to the chase. Well, I suppose I shouldn't expect any less coming from you." He sighed as he studied the puck between his fingers. "Have you thought about what the cross stands for?"

"Of course." She replied curtly. "I was a nun. It stands for goodness and virtue and…"

"No, Agatha, no…" The vampire exhaled, rolling his eyes. "I was hoping you'd see the broader picture of it. When you look at the cross, really look at it, what do you see?" He doesn't wait for her to reply. "War. Fear. This internal feeling in your gut that you must not slip up on your endless virtues or will fall into the ever grabbing hands of damnation. That, my dear Sister, is why the cross is frightening. Or, so the many, many, hundreds of men and women I haven consumed over the centuries think."

"But why does it hurt you?" The woman asked. "Why…"

"You already got your answer." Dracula cut her off with a smile. "Next round."

She lost. Almost immediately. And she didn't need to look up to know Dracula was grinning widely. It was her turn to be interrogated and since she didn't go easy on him, now he was going to use the same power against her.

"Why did you become a nun, Agatha?" The vampire asked. "Out of everything, why that profession? Surely there were some more interesting options...a librarian perhaps?"

"I did it with the intent of learning more about you." She attempted to appear focused on a nearby pinball game. "From the stories past down about my grandfather, I thought perhaps going through religious texts might serve some purpose."

"And did they?" The Count questioned. "Or have you received more than your fair share about me from the Jonathan Harker Foundation?"

"That's more than one." She challenged, eyeing the puck in the center of the table. "Next round."

Thus the game continued, Dracula and Agatha posturing one another for information. It wasn't until the vampire scored once more, the puck flying into its intended target, that things began to take a turn.

"Why won't you let me talk about Zoe?" The man inquired. "It's oddly endearing of how overprotective you are of her."

"I just don't think it's appropriate." Agatha responded tersely. "I'd prefer to keep my home and work life separate."

"And I fall into the work category…" Dracula nodded thoughtfully. "She is an interesting child. Something rather unexpected must have happened to her when she was really young."

It was clear that the vampire was trying to worm another question in by making it sound like a remark. The car crash flickered in the back of the woman's mind as she took a step back from the table.

"I have a question." Their eyes locked as Agatha began to speak. "What do you mean that if you could, you could easily know anything and everything you want about me in a matter of seconds?"

The Count folded his arms. "You didn't make a goal."

"And I'm done playing games." Agatha responded firmly. "What is it that you are hiding, Count Dracula? And how and why does it involve me?"

"I should ask you the same." The vampire answered. "I believe we are equally fascinated by one another. However, I too think I'm done with these games." He glanced towards the door and smiled. "I promised you one more location. It's getting late, for you at least. We should make it there while it counts."

"But I…"

"Poor Frank's probably wondering if we've abandoned him." Dracula exhaled, clicking his tongue. "A smart man, but rather meek. Mousy. Best not keep him on edge." Once more he produced the umbrella. "I suggest you use this now. Best not get Zoe's new toy wet."

As Dracula had predicted, Mr. Renfield seemed very relieved upon their return. He eyed the stuffed animal on Agatha's lap curiously before pulling away from the arcade. The former nun reclined back on her seat, thinking of the scraps of knowledge she'd gathered from Dracula and how she could possibly piece them together. It wasn't until the car pulled to a stop that she snapped back to reality.

"Last stop of the night." The Count grinned as he stepped out of the car. "Saving the best for last."

Agatha's eyes traveled upwards to the sign on top of the building. Raw Nightclub. Heat rose to her cheeks as she looked herself over. In a pair of jeans, old shirt, and hair wet from the rain, she was in no condition to go into any establishment of class, let alone a nightclub. The restaurant and arcade had been hard enough. But before she could protest, the vampire was already on his way inside. Biting back a groan, she hurried in after him. Fucking blood sucker.

The chaos in the arcade was child's play to what was happening in the club. Smoke, multicolored flashing lights, mixed with the smells of sweat and cheap perfume. The music, whatever was playing, vibrated the floorboards as a pale hand extended towards the former nun. Agatha looked to see Dracula offering her a toothy grin.

"Agatha Van Helsing." He bowed, completely out of place to the DJ's upbeat remixes. "May I have this dance?"

[writing-for-amusement]

Keep It Secret

Summary:  Ever since your soulmate told you to stop writing on your skin because they didn’t want to communicate, you did as they asked even though it hurt your heart. During the first day of your new job as an “emergency woman” on a film set, you forget your notepad and planner, so you have to write on your skin. When you’re then called to the makeup trailer to deal with an emergency, you meet Zendaya Coleman, with your supply list on her wrist. You vow to keep your status as her soulmate a secret, even if it hurts, because all you want is for her to be happy. Even if it’s to your detriment.

A/N: Okay, so, here it is!!! This is the first chapter of my Zendaya x Reader Soulmate AU. The soulmate situation is that when you write on your skin with ink or paint, it appears on your soulmate’s skin; when you finally meet and physically touch your soulmate, you can feel the other’s emotions. This chapter is kinda shitty imo, because it took a lot to get it out. The rest should be a bit easier since this one was kinda world building. I also made up a job for Y/N to have because I can.

It’s gonna be a bit more angsty than the other stuff I’ve posted, and I’ve never really done anything quite like this, so let me know what you think!!! And if you want to be tagged, just let me know!!!

Disclaimer: I do not know or claim to know Zendaya Coleman; I am essentially using her as a face/name claim to my fic idea. That being said, I hope you like this fic!!!!!

Warnings: a bit of angst, a bit of anxiety

Word Count: 2755

Taglist: @pparkerwrites, @beccaboo929

Chapter 1

As you walked through the hallway of your high school, you sighed deeply, apparently catching the attention of your best friend, Aziza. She looked up from where she was scribbling notes to her soulmate on her arm and frowned at you.

“What’s wrong, Y/N?” she asked you as she pocketed her pen.

You sighed again and shrugged a shoulder. “It’s nothing…”

“We’ve been friends since third grade, Y/N, I know when something’s wrong. What is it? Did Mr. Petersen not give you a challenge again?”

“No,” you muttered. “It’s just, pretty much everyone here is communicating with their soulmate, and I’ve never once had a response. I just…” You sighed again and turned to your locker. “I just think that I don’t have a soulmate.”

“You don’t know that, Y/N,” Aziza said in a tone that was trying to make you feel better. “There could be all sorts of reasons you’ve never had a response.”

You snatched your backpack from your locker and packed it with the stuff you’d need for the weekend, frustration radiating from your body. “I know that. But even in cases that have extenuating circumstances, there are signs that you have a soulmate. And you know that all soulmates are aged within three years of each other. So, statistically, I should have a soulmate, I should have something that proves I have a soulmate.”

“Y/N,” Aziza sighed, putting a hand on your shoulder.

You shrugged her hand off and hoisted your backpack onto your shoulders. “I could be the exception to the ‘everyone has a soulmate’ thing. There have been historical stories of it, from way back in the day, but there’s only a few. But I could be one.”

Aziza shook her head, knowing she couldn’t talk you out of what you were thinking. “C’mon, Idrissa is waiting for us.”

You trudged behind her and pulled a pen out of your backpack, scribbling your homework assignments on your arm. Since you didn’t have an agenda or anything like that, you liked to write on your arm. It made life a bit simpler.

Aziza clambered into the back of her older brother’s car, since she had ridden in the front that morning. You said hello to Idrissa as you stepped in and he looked up from his phone to give you a grin. He had been kind to you since you met him when you went over to your new friend Aziza’s house in the third grade. He was a year older than you and your best friend, but he was always kind to you, like the older brother you didn’t have.

“Wanna stop for fries?” Idrissa asked you and Aziza with a grin as he threw the car into reverse and began to leave the parking lot.

“Where were you thinking?” Aziza asked in response, typing on her phone.

“Where we always go for the best halal fries in the world,” he chuckled.

Aziza cheered brightly as her brother left the parking lot and started to Melting Pot, a small restaurant chain that specialized in kosher and halal foods. There were several of them stretched across the city, easily supplying fast food that was permissible for the different families that populated the city. It was delicious, too, so everyone loved to go there.

Idrissa started the music and sang along loudly to it, even at the red lights and stop signs. He loved to drive with the windows down too (partly because the AC could be better), much to the occasional annoyance from his younger sister. You thought it was fun, though, and Aziza generally loved it too, singing along as loudly as she could too.

The car pulled into a spot at Melting Pot and you dug your wallet from your backpack. You had a cash stash for this exact purpose.

You were about to get out of the car when Aziza let out a shocked screech. As you whirled in the seat to look at her, you saw that her hijab was out of place, showing more than just wisps of hair, and her eyes were wide with anxiety.

“What’s wrong? Mirror?” you asked, worry seeping into your tone.

“I lost two safety pins,” she whispered in horror.

You let out a sigh of relief and ruffled through your backpack again. You pulled out the small box of pins you kept for this exact purpose and handed her some. Aziza grinned at you as she pulled out a mirror and quickly fixed her headscarf.

“Why didn’t you just tie it?” Idrissa asked curiously as you and your bestie finally exited the car. “That’s what you normally do.”

“It’s so windy,” Aziza shrugged. “Didn’t want to risk it. This scarf likes to be slippery, anyway, so pins are safer than tying.”

“Fair enough,” he shrugged, leading the way into the restaurant.

As the three of you waited in line, you felt a sort of itchy sensation on the back of your hand. You scratched it absently and looked up at the menu again, trying to decide what topping you wanted on your fries. Sometimes it was a difficult decision, as there were so many options, but you were distracted by the incessant itching on your hand.

You raised your hand to look at it and immediately felt your stomach drop while your heart soared for the clouds.

Written on your hand in clear and sharp handwriting was, “That’s it. Get a planner and stop writing on your skin. I need my skin to be clear and you are making everything much more difficult. Stop writing on it, period. I don’t want to communicate.”

As you stood frozen, Aziza nudged you with her elbow. When you didn’t move, she turned to you and saw your hand. Your best friend let out a squeal of excitement and snatched your hand to look at the writing.

“I told you, Y/N!” she cheered as she brought your hand closer to her. “I told you that they were…” she trailed off as she read it. “Oh… Oh, Y/N. I’m so sorry.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat and took your hand back. You gave her a shaky smile and stepped out of the line. “I, um,” you swallowed again, “I’m not really feeling fries anymore. I’m gonna go, uh, to the bathroom, and then I’ll sit at our table. Okay?”

You didn’t wait for a response and scurried off to the bathroom. It was a single toilet bathroom, thankfully, and you locked the door. With a heaving chest and tears steaming your eyes, you scrubbed at all the notes on your arm. It all flowed down the drain along with your hopes for a love filled future.

Once you’d rubbed your skin red and nearly raw, you wiped at your face and felt proud of yourself for not crying in public. As you left the bathroom and crossed to your regular table, you felt a tingling sensation on your skin; not itching but tingling.

“Thanks” was all that was written before it and the other note disappeared.

You slid into the booth and felt your heart sink even further into the ground. All your hopes, hopes of a future with love being kept in mind through all trials and tribulations, were dashed, shattered, and every other possible synonym for “destroyed.”

And now you didn’t have any fries being prepared.

You sighed and slid down into the booth, putting your forehead on the table and sighing harshly. You felt Aziza slide into the spot next to you and Idrissa sit across from you both, though you didn’t move from your position.

“Hey, Y/N,” Aziza rubbed your back, “it’ll be okay. Hearts change, you know? But we’ll go get you the best planner money can buy, one that is perfect for you, that will make you wish you’d switched to planners earlier.”

You could tell she winced after that sentence.

With your last heavy sigh, you straightened up and gave her a sad smile. “Thanks, Ziz, that actually helped a little.” You breathed in shakily and Idrissa put his hand on yours.

“There’s more to life than scribbling on arms,” he smiled gently. “You know that this can be a good thing. Think of the money you’ll save on soap and pens!”

You laughed brightly at that, throwing your head back. Idrissa and Aziza continued to joke with you, making you feel lighter than you would have if you’d been alone.

Then, their food arrived, and your stomach grumbled at the smell. Aziza and Idrissa laughed at you before showing you that they’d ordered your usual food and your usual drink. You smiled and laughed with them as you dug in; you knew it would be hard to adjust to knowing that your soulmate didn’t want you at all, but you knew that you could persevere.

 Years later, you found yourself essentially sprinting down the street to your newest job, your bag bouncing with each step.

Damn alarm, you cursed the technology as you rounded a corner. Your alarm hadn’t been set to the correct time (night instead of morning), and you vowed to finally change your phone and life to 24-hour clocks. You were familiar with it but had yet to get around the making the change permanent. But after all this, you were changing it as soon as you could.

You managed to skid to a stop in front of the security guard, your ID already in your hand. She raised an eyebrow as she looked between your photo and your current disheveled look before giving you a sympathetic smile.

“Rough morning?” she asked as she handed the card back to you.

“Yup!” you replied as you rushed past her. You praised your aptitude for remembering directions as you ran to the proper building.

This new job was honestly everything you’d ever wanted; you were an assistant for the designers and crew of films and TV shows. You were, essentially, hired to deal with emergencies as they arose. Therefore, you were trained in almost every aspect of film creation, though you were expecting to mostly be taking things places and solving minor emergencies.

Your favorite phrase had always been “Jack of all trades but master of none is better than a master of one.”

Being this sort of assistant was a high stress but high paying job—not only in money, but in gratification. You adored helping people as they worked and staying on your toes. You loved to solve puzzles and fix problems at the drop of a hat. With this profession, every job would be different, and you would be on to a new film set when this one was done. It was going to be incredibly enjoyable.

Or so you hoped.

You sprinted up to your new “boss”, the production designer. For this film, it was Nathan Crowley, and the film was apparently about one of the creators of the circus.

Nathan turned and looked you up and down before smiling. The day had yet to truly get started, as the actors hadn’t even started filming, so he had yet to get truly stressed.

“Ah, Y/N, right on time,” he smiled. “Right now, you are needed costuming.” He pointed in a direction and handed you a headset/walkie talkie for the art department. “When they don’t need you anymore, they’ll send you back to me. Good luck with your first day!”

You smiled at the man and rushed off.

Everyone in costumes was really kind. They asked you to get some supplies from a closet at the end of the building because there were some last-minute emergency supplies that weren’t on hand in enough numbers, and everyone was too busy working on some problems that needed to be fixed at that moment.

You rummaged through your purse for your notepad or your planner but came up empty. With an angry groan, you realized that they must have fallen out when you slipped on your way to your front door that morning. That was truly the best possible start to your first day on the job, without your necessary supplies within reach. So, without a free notepad in sight, you began to scribble the supplies on your wrist.

You had your deadline in mind as you rushed to the necessary closet. It was quite a walk after a sprinting commute, but you were never one to put off a job for very long.

After a brisk ten minutes, you arrived at the closet and yanked it open. You piled all the supplies in a box and, after checking your wrist several times, rushed back to the costuming area. Foolishly, you hoped for a small break for a gulp of water once you delivered the emergency supplies for the day.

Upon handing a grateful assistant the box of supplies, your headset crackled to life in your ear. “Y/N,” someone said, “you’re needed for an emergency in makeup.”

“On my way,” you replied, already striding off.

You arrived at the makeup trailer and saw the makeup director trying to calm an angry Zendaya standing in a tank top and shorts.

“Ah, finally,” the director smiled at you. “Zendaya, this is Y/N, our emergency woman. Y/N, this is Zendaya Coleman, one of the actresses for this film. Z, why don’t you explain the situation?”

You smiled at Zendaya and tried to hide the excitement that was making your heart pound. Zendaya had always been a favorite for you; she always did such an amazing job, throwing herself into each role. And her looks for the Met Gala were always amazing.

“My soulmate never writes on their skin,” she explained, anger furrowing her brows. “I asked them explicitly to never write, because it makes my life difficult and I don’t want to communicate. And today I’m in a very skin-showy costume, yet when I arrived at makeup, this is what I find!”

Zendaya brandished her wrist at you and you blinked in surprise. As you focused on her skin, you felt your stomach flip.

There, written on her wrist, was your supply list in your handwriting. You were thankful that your wrist was easily hidden by your sleeve.

“I see,” you said nervously, taking a step back. “Um, why don’t we wait a few minutes and see if it disappears? There’s enough room in the schedule to wait five minutes.”

“Fine,” Zendaya sighed, sitting back down on her chair. She sighed again before giving you a bright smile. “I’m sorry, Y/N, that our first meeting was one where I’m upset. We’ve been filming this movie for two weeks already, and when they told me a person whose job was specifically for emergencies, I couldn’t help but be excited, because I knew how needed you’d be.”

You smiled confidently, though your heart was still racing. “Aw, I’m so flattered. And don’t worry, Miss Coleman, I know how emergencies can make us feel. No need to apologize. Now, I’m sorry, but I really need to go to the restroom.”

Attempting to keep a cool front, you left the trailer. Thankfully, there was a restroom nearby and you were able to scrub at your skin. Unlike the first time you’d scrubbed your writing off, you were gentle, not allowing yourself to rub it almost raw.

You rubbed the soap into your skin and tried to revive your heart from the grave. You’d long ago accepted that your soulmate wouldn’t want to be with you, for whatever reason, but seeing Zendaya with your writing on her wrist with such disdain in her eyes had almost sent you back to square one. It hurt to know that your soulmate, the person who was destined for you, didn’t want you, didn’t even want to meet you.

It stung, but you were glad Zendaya didn’t know how you felt.

Your friends and family had talked about how when you physically meet and touch your soulmate, you start to feel their emotions. What you were most worried about with this entire situation was that you would touch Zendaya and she would know.

As much as you wanted to be upset with Zendaya for throwing away something that could be so great without even knowing her soulmate, all you wanted was for her to be happy. It was an ache in your chest that begged you to make her happy.

And if she didn’t want her soulmate, you wouldn’t reveal yourself. You’d keep it a secret, for her benefit, no matter how much it stung.

[hunnywrites]

We Fell In Love In October: Part One

Summary: Billy and Teddi celebrate Halloween in 1986.

A/N: This is probably just going to be one or two chapters. I was inspired by this gif set to write it honestly. There’s technically a spoiler for the end of Arcade Dreams in this series, but unless you really, really look for it you won’t get spoiled. Also, if you’re wondering about Tina’s Halloween party, I wrote about it in the Chasing Yesterday series. Enjoy!

“Listen, kid, it’s not my problem that you came in two days before Halloween looking for Friday the 13th. We don’t have it. I don’t care if you’re being Jason for Halloween.” Steve Harrington was leaning across the counter of Hawkins Family Video, glaring down at a ten year old that had come in demanding the first three Friday the 13th movies. 

Teddi was hovering awkwardly by the register. Technically her shift had ended three minutes ago. She was waiting for Billy to come pick her up. But it was a little hard to watch Steve go toe to toe with the kid. “Uh, Steve? You need some help?” she asked carefully.

Steve held his hand up. “No, Teddi. I got this. Look kid, either you pick something else out, or you can go home and watch Charlie Brown and the Great Pumpkin with your mom. I don’t really care! Now. Would you like to see our selection of horror movies?” he asked, looking down at the boy with an expectant look. Teddi tried her best not to laugh as the kid followed Steve to the back of the store, glowering up at the back of his head. Having Steve and Robin working with her at the video store and the arcade had definitely made things more entertaining. 

The familiar rumble of the Camaro’s engine filled the parking lot outside. Teddi turned to the door, watching Billy saunter across the lot and inside. His usual, casual smirk appeared on his lips when he spotted Teddi. He leaned in to kiss her, running his fingers through her hair and pulling out a piece of cobweb. He looked at it with a raised eyebrow. “Been grave robbing, Weird Girl?” he asked.

Teddi smiled sheepishly. “Nothing that glamourous,” she joked. “I was decorating the store and over at the arcade.” she pointed at the front windows. Teddi had strung up spiderwebs, paper mache ghosts and some purple blinking lights in the video store’s windows. There were little light up pumpkins scattered throughout the store, and little shiny, plastic bats hanging from the ceiling tiles. Next to the register there was a giant cauldron filled with candy. “Can you believe I get paid to do this stuff?” 

“Not at all,” he teased. “You ready to get out of here?” 

“And start the Halloween festivities?” Teddi asked, bouncing on the balls of her feet and grinning widely. She had the next two days off, and she had made Billy promise that they would try and fit in as much Hallloween fun as possible. It had been surprisingly easy to get him to agree, but then Halloween had always been their favorite holiday. 

“Yeah, yeah. Halloween festivities. Are you sure you’re set on everything?” he asked, wincing a little. Teddi only looked at him. “...That’s what I figured,” he sighed. “So what’s first then?” 

Teddi thought for a moment, quickly running through the list of things she wanted to accomplish. “Apple cider,” she finally decided. “Come on,” she squeaked, taking Billy by the hand. “Bye, Steve!” she called over her shoulder.

“Later, Harrington!” Billy threw up his hand in a short wave. Steve was still in the horror movie section with the angry ten year old. He gave them both a sarcastic smile, flipping them off as they hurried out of the video store. Teddi hurried past the Camaro and down the sidewalk. “Hey, wait my car-” Billy complained.

“It’s right there, Billy. You can walk.” Teddi argued, nearly dragging him across the street and to the small coffee shop that was on Hawkins’ main street. Hawkins was decorated for Halloween as well. There was a scarecrow sitting in the large lawn that sat in front of Town Hall. He was surrounded by bales of hay and uncarved pumpkins. The lamp posts had bright orange flags hanging off of them with a happy jack-o-lantern telling the people of Hawkins to come to the big Halloween bash in two days. The store fronts were decorated much like Teddi had decorated the video store and arcade. Paper ghosts, pumpkins, bats and Frankensteins greeted customers that walked past. There was a cold bite to the air, but just enough that Teddi could stand. The orange and red leaves crunched under her boots with each step. She loved the fall. 

Teddi’s fingers linked with Billy’s as they headed inside the coffee shop and ordered them each a hot apple cider. “Jesus, I haven’t had this stuff since I was a kid.” he mumbled after taking a slow sip. 

Teddi blew on her own to help cool it off and pulled a face. “How is that even possible?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know. My mom used to take me to these farmer’s markets when I was a kid. Can you really picture Neil going to get apple cider and picking out pumpkins?” he let out a chuckle at the idea. Teddi definitely couldn’t imagine anything like that. Teddi couldn’t imagine Neil doing anything fun. 

Billy had started to speak about his mom more and more ever since the incident at the Starcourt mall over a year ago. Teddi appreciated him being open, but she knew it was hard for him. “...Are you gonna be okay with all this? We can always just go home and watch some scary movies.” she said carefully. 

They made it back to the Camaro, and the pair slipped inside. “I’m fine...just no corn mazes. I draw the line at corn mazes.” he leaned across Teddi and popped the glove compartment open. He grabbed a small, metal flask and poured some of the contents into his apple cider.

“...Are you spiking your apple cider? Right in front of me?” Teddi asked with raised eyebrows.

Billy paused for a moment, looking at her unsurely before slowly handing his flask over. Teddi poured some of the whiskey into her own cup with a pleased look. “So what’s on the agenda now?” he asked.

“We’re gonna go pick out some pumpkins, pick up a pizza and have a movie marathon.” she grinned. “I’ve carefully curated a stack of movies back at home.” 

“You ever think of just going with the flow?” Billy asked with a teasing grin.

“Excuse me,” Teddi scoffed. “I go with the flow all the time. We are going to casually watch the stack of movies I’ve picked out and casually carve pumpkins and we’re casually gonna have loads of fun.”

Billy only laughed and shook his head. “Whatever you say, Weird Girl,”

There was a pumpkin patch just on the edge of town. On the drive over Teddi traded her Family Video shirt for a fuzzy, light blue sweater. She shot Billy a stern look every time she caught him looking at her and not the road while she changed. Once they made it to the pumpkin patch, Billy groaned when he saw the amount of people milling around looking for their pumpkins to carve. Teddi of course didn’t seem to mind. Billy followed along behind her, lighting a cigarette before shoving his hands into the pockets of his jean jacket. “...What exactly is it we’re looking for?” he asked carefully. Teddi bent over at nearly every pumpkin, giving them a small knock on the side before turning it to see the whole pumpkin.

“We need big ones. And they have to be thick. Otherwise it can break easily when you’re carving.” she explained as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. 

“And when did you become such a pumpkin carving expert?”

She paused a little, like she was deciding if she wanted to give an honest answer. “...Back in New York, my friends and I would carve pumpkins and then go smash them on people’s porches.” she mumbled. Just when he thought Teddi couldn’t surprise him again, she’d pull out a story like that.

“Jesus, Larsson. You were a delinquent.” he laughed.

Teddi stuck her tongue out at him and picked up a pumpkin. “At least I never set a cat corpse on fire.” she said cooly, knocking on the pumpkin. 

Billy scoffed, the toe of his boot kicking at the grass. He blew out a puff of smoke in her direction. “That was one time. And I’m gonna kill Max for telling you that story. How come we didn’t bring her along for this anyways? Don’t kids like this kinda stuff?” 

Teddi set her pumpkin down and shrugged. “I asked. She said carving pumpkins isn’t cool apparently. And I think she’d rather spend time with Lucas,” she said with a small laugh. 

Billy groaned. Teddi had helped hide Max and Lucas’ relationship from him for nearly a year. Billy had walked in on the two of them kissing and he’d nearly had an aneurysm. Lucas hadn’t been allowed over for about two weeks after until Teddi talked Billy out of it. 

“This one!” she exclaimed, holding up a large, round pumpkin. “I’m picking this one. Now we have to find one for you. See any you like?”

Billy blew out an irritated puff of smoke and surveyed the pumpkins around him. He jabbed his finger at freakishly large, lumpy pumkin. “How ‘bout that one?” Teddi only blinked at him. Billy let out a sigh, clamping his cigarette between his lips and picking the pumpkin up. He knocked on it three times. “How’s that sound?” he asked with an expectant look.

Teddi surveyed the pumpkin. “...I know you’re just doing this so we can get out of here, but that’s like a perfect pumpkin. I mean, it’s way too heavy to throw onto someone’s porch, but perfect for carving.” 

While Teddi paid for their pumpkins, Billy dutifully carried them back to the car and set them in the back seat. While this definitely wasn’t how he would spend their two days off, Billy supposed he was willing to put up with it all once he saw how happy it made Teddi. He even agreed to get pineapple on half of their pizza like she liked. Now they were home. Teddi had run out to their shed and grabbed some tools to carve the pumpkins while Billy laid out some old newspapers on the livingroom floor. 

Teddi walked back in, tossing a pack of thumb tacks and two pencils onto the newspapers along with the other tools. Billy raised his eyebrows. “The hell’s this for?” he asked.

She shot him a look as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “The pencils are so we can draw out our design first. And then you use the thumb tack to poke these little holes along the outline so it’s easier to carve.” she explained.

Billy watched her as she crawled over to their tv, picking up a copy of Halloween and sticking the tape into the vcr player. “...Where did you learn all of this?” he asked. Teddi turned to him with a frown. “I mean, smashing them on people’s porches, yeah. But where did you learn all of this?” he asked, motioning to all of her pumpkin carving supplies.

Teddi had an almost guilty look as she began drawing a face on her pumpkin. “...My dad,” she finally confessed. Billy didn’t say anything. He was a little too surprised to think of how to respond. “It was after he got his new fancy job, back in New York. Things were bad before, but when he got his promotion he was...nice. I mean, for him. For awhile. They never wanted to take me trick or treating or anything like that, but he taught me how to carve pumpkins when I was little...I don’t know,” she shrugged. “It’s like...the one happy memory I have of him I guess.”

Billy realized how utterly depressing it was that they both loved Halloween so much. It had just been a way for them to cling to the few happy memories from their childhoods. And it was obvious that she felt guilty for having any happy memories with her complete asshole of a father. Now he felt like a dick for not being more enthusiastic about the whole thing. Billy didn’t say anything. He just picked up his pencil and started to draw what he thought looked like a scary face. “...You want me to take you trick or treating?” he asked.

Teddi cracked a smile. “Thanks, but I think I’m a little too old now.” she joked. They fell into a comfortable silence while they scooped the insides of their pumpkins out and emptied them out into a bowl. Billy took his eyes momentarily off of the movie and looked over to Teddi. She was off in her own world, absently playing with the pumpkin guts.

Billy stopped carving his pumpkin and looked at her with a raised eyebrow. “...You okay there, Ted?”

“Hmm? Oh, yeah....I was just thinking of the life of a pumpkin. Grow up in the sun, happily entwined with others...and then someone comes along, cuts you open, and rips your guts out.” she sighed. 

Billy only blinked at her. Great. Now Teddi was depressed. “You uh...you’re kinda bumming me out here, Weird Girl.” he said carefully. 

As if he had said some magic words to snap her out of her stupor, Teddi shook her head wildly. “Whoa. Sorry.” she let out an embarrassed laugh. 

“I thought the whole point of all this was to have fun?” Billy said, carving one of the eyes out of his pumpkin and discarding it in the bowl. “Y’know, think of all the fun stuff about Halloween? Remember when we got wasted at Tina’s Halloween party a few years back? You thought my name was Bobby?” he grinned over at Teddi, who’s cheeks had turned a lovely shade of pink at the memory. “You still have that Alice costume?”

Teddi flicked a pumpkin seed at him. “Ass.” she scrunched up her nose, unable to hide her smile as Billy let out a laugh. He was right. All of this was so that they could make new, happy memories together. Not sit around and mope over pumpkins. 

Billy surveyed his jack-o-lantern, turning it towards Teddi with a proud look. “What do ya think? Scary enough for trick or treaters?” he asked. His jack-o-lantern had big, angry slanted eyes and a row of countless pointed, fang like teeth. Somehow it was exactly what Teddi had expected from him. 

“Very scary,” she agreed with a nod. Hers was a bit more of the traditional jack-o-lantern. With its happy, triangle shaped eyes, matching triangle nose and crooked, square teeth. She sat hers next to Billy’s and let out a small laugh. “They make quite the pair, huh?”

Teddi hopped up to her feet and disappeared into the kitchen before shortly returning with two tea light candles and a lighter. “Come on, come on. Let’s take them to the porch.” she scooped up her pumpkin and hurried out into the brisk fall night. Billy and Teddi sat their pumpkins side by side, Teddi dropping a candle down into each of them and lighting them. Teddi took Billy’s hand in hers, walking down a little ways down their driveway before stopping.

“What do you think?” she asked quietly. Like if she spoke too loudly it might ruin the moment. 

“...Spooky.” Billy said with a teasing grin. Teddi let out a soft snort and rested her head on his shoulder. They stood there in a comfortable silence, looking up at the porch of their little house, lit up with an eerie, orange glow from their jack-o-lanterns. Two years ago Billy hadn’t even known who Teddi was (unless you count the incident at Tina’s Halloween party). Then a year later they had purchased their first home after learning about the horrors of the Upside Down and defeating the Mind Flayer. Billy had always loved Halloween because of the horror movies, scaring trick or treaters and seeing girls in their tiny little costumes. Now he realized he loved it for different reasons. 

Billy placed a small kiss on the top of Teddi’s head. “What’s next on the carefully curated playlist, Larsson?” 

“Evil Dead,” she replied simply. “I was thinking we could go see Sorority House Massacre tomorrow.”

Billy smirked. “Sorority?” he asked. “Count me in.”

Teddi shoved him playfully. “Just get back in the house, perv,” she let out a loud squeal when Billy picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. She couldn’t hold in her laughter as she tried to squirm out of his grip. “Put me down you asshole.” she laughed. 

“Not until you stop calling me names.” he playfully scolded. 

“I don’t know if that’s possi- ow!” she fell into a fit of giggles after Billy reached up and smacked her firmly on the ass. “Okay, okay! I’ll be nice,” she surrendered. Billy set her down once they made it back to the porch and she gave him another playful shove. “How about you go put the next movie in and I’ll make us some spiked hot chocolate?” she wriggled her eyebrows. 

“Are you trying to get me drunk, Larsson?”

“Maybe. Maybe I can go put on that alice costume and we can have a replay of Tina’s party?” she leaned in the doorway, smirking up at Billy. 

Billy let out a groan and followed her inside. “I gotta agree with pumpkin carving more often.”

[reveriequill-rai]

Blood Candy: Chapter 2

(finally lmao. still debating on how frequently to post these chapters)

I walked down the ancient-looking stairwell to the basement. What appeared to be dark, dried red paint smeared the walls, as if someone had made some semblance of an attempt to renovate the old stairwell but somehow fainted or otherwise was forced to cut their work short. Then again, with the odd scent that filled the air, I would faint, too.

Finally, I got downstairs to the much cleaner looking, obviously renovated bottom floors. I walked down the hallway, observing the white painted walls lined with all kinds of fliers encouraging habits for better health. Some blotches of red paint stained some parts of the walls and floor, I noticed. Finally, I arrived at room 0134, where I was supposed to meet Dr. Kermit. I sat down, waiting, wondering why a doctor didn’t guide me there themselves. 

The room was small and rather messy. Files were stuffed in overflowing drawers and shelves, pretty easy for the taking. The floor was lined with long scuff marks leading to the door, and there were very little pieces of doctors’ equipment in sight, save for a blood pressure monitor, a vital signs monitor (what?), and a syringe kit.

Must’ve forgot to move that vital signs monitor someplace, I thought. 

“Sorry I’m late,” a male voice suddenly spoke. I jumped slightly as I looked up, startled from the abrupt entrance. 

A young man who appeared to be only a few years older than me was suddenly in the doorway. He had black hair that covered one of his maroon-colored eyes. Aside from the distinctly maroon eyes, not many other features stood out to me. He wore the standard white coat and a black shirt and jeans. 

“Oh! Hey,” I said. “You must be Jasper Kermit.”

“The one and only.” The young doctor smiled. “And no, before you ask, I cannot do a Kermit impression.”

“I’m guessing a lot of people ask you that?” 

An exasperated look crossed Jasper’s face as he sighed.

“It’s a family curse,” he said. “Literally can’t go a day without someone making a Kermit joke. That’s why I say my last name is Kody. Was gonna do that here, too, but my little troll of a brother ratted me out.” 

I chuckled. 

“That’s rough, buddy,” I said. 

“Yep,” Jasper sighed. “So, what grade you in…Dakota, was it? You don’t look that much younger than me.”

“Yep,” I said. “Nearly wrapping up junior year,” I said. 

“Sweet. That was my toughest year…how’s it going?”

“Got an essay due in 2 days, but my parents practically begged me to get my blood drawn first. They want to know if I’m still allergic to eggs so my aunt Natalie won’t have to waste her time preparing her famous end-of-junior-year cake.”

“You’re telling me junior year is so rough that you guys need a full blown party to commemorate the end to this hellish year?” Jasper laughed. “Dang. If only I were that lucky.”

“Sorta. Normally it’s at the end of every year, but they stopped that tradition when they realized I was mildly allergic to eggs.”

“Wish my parents threw me a party with cake when I graduated from medical school,” he said. “But nope! They were so eager to kick me out of the house. What school do you go to?” 

“North Clueham High.”  

Jasper paused and nodded. 

“I see.” He seemed shocked by my answer, but I figured it was nothing.

I smiled.

“Glad I got a doctor that actually treats me like a human being instead of a child or a freakin’ lab rat,” I said. 

“‘Bout time, huh?” Jasper said, grabbing an empty syringe from the cabinet. “I try not to patronize too much. Believe me, I know that feeling all too well. Besides,” he continued, looking back at me with a slightly unnerving look, “I gotta make sure my patients are all nice and cozy before I suck the blood right out of ‘em.” 

I gave a nervous laugh. Maybe Seb was onto something, I thought amusingly to myself.

“Funny you mention that,” I said. “My friend Sebastian runs a conspiracy blog with my friend Akira. It’s called AkiSeb, and right now he’s all over this theory that people who do bloodwork and blood drives are secretly vampires who use humans to gain enough blood to fuel their evil agenda.” 

“Your friends seem smart.” Jasper grinned. 

“More like crazy,” I retorted. “Too many horror movies.” 

“Probably.” 

“Well, when you and your little legion of vampire doctors and nurses finally get enough blood to awaken Dracula or whatever and you guys finally enslave the human race,” I joked, “at least spare my life and everyone else who’s given you blood. You oughta thank us for helping you out, even if unwillingly.”

Jasper laughed.

“Will do,” he said, sitting down in a chair across from me. “But humans suck, no pun intended. You oughta thank us for getting you hooligans under control. Alright, let’s get started.” 

We went through the usual procedure, with me clenching my fists so he gets a good idea of where my veins are and where best to extract blood from. Finally, he chose my arm. 

“Normally I would’ve gone for the neck,” he joked, “but you know how it goes.”

“Can’t give it away?” I laughed. “Smart.”

Jasper grinned as the needle pierced through my skin and into my vein, leaving a sharp, stinging feeling that lingered for what felt like ages. Normally blood drawings only took a few seconds, but it felt like I had been in that chair for almost a minute. 

“Jasper,” a female voice called while I was still getting blood drawn. A nurse who looked about his age with brown, curly hair appeared in the doorway. “You better shut up with all this vampire nonsense. You’re gonna scare your little brother.” 

“Serves him right for revealing my real surname to the whole freakin’ office,” he retorted. “Shouldn’t you be babysitting the little twerp, anyhow?”

The nurse glared daggers at him and disappeared back into the doorway. 

“It’s not babysitting, by the way, he’s 15!” she called. 

“Still a baby!” Jasper yelled back before turning back to me. “That’s Harriet, my co-worker. Major buzzkill. She babysits my little brother since our parents are at work, like, all the time, and I can’t expose the little twerp to stuff like syringes. Dude might stab my eyes out for teasin’ him so much.” 

“My older sister was annoying,” I said, “so I can’t blame you. Good thing she’s married now so she can go bother her husband instead of me.” 

Finally, the blood drawing was finished. 

“There we go,” Jasper said, applying the wad of cotton and the bandages over it. “You good?” 

“Yeah…” I said, still slightly nervous. “That felt pretty long, though. How much did you take?”

“Enough. It may have felt long, but I assure you it was only a few seconds.”

“Really? I’m positive I was there for almost a minute.” I checked my watch. “Yep. Definitely a minute, give or take.”

“Strange.” Jasper secured the syringe with my blood in it. “Maybe I’m just so used to this that it feels much shorter to me.”

I stood up, but Jasper gestured for me to sit back down.

“I’m gonna go put this in the lab so I can get the results,” he said. “Can I trust you to wait here ‘till I get back?”

I nodded. 

Jasper gave me a smile as he left the room with the blood-filled syringe in hand. I went on my phone while I waited, calling Seb and telling him to get ready to pick me up.

“Oh hey! You’re alive!” Seb teased over the phone. He then said in a monotone voice, like an automated phone call, “Thank you for donating to the Clueham Charity for Vampires in Need. Your contribution to the future enslavement of the human race is very much appreciated, ya filthy mortal.” 

“Oh, shut it,” I laughed. “Turns out the doctor has a sense of humor after all. He was on that whole vampire junk, too. Told him about you while he was at it.” 

“Really? What’d he say?” 

“He said you were smart,” I answered, “and I said you were a buffoon who watches too many horror movies.” 

“I like him,” Seb said. “What’s his name?”

“Uhh…” I contemplated which of Jasper’s last names to use. “Jasper Kody.” 

“Sweet. I’ll be sure to get an appointment with him next time I need one,” he said. “Hopefully he doesn’t have a stake through his heart by that point.” 

I rolled my eyes. We proceeded to talk about whatever was on our minds for about the next ten minutes while I waited for Jasper to get back. 

“This dude’s taking forever,” I groaned, interrupting our mini-debate/scenario on whether or not we would survive a slasher movie. “He better have my results back--and I swear if you mention anything about how he’s secretly a vampire, I will personally bash that big head of yours in and drive home myself.”

“You can’t even drive, ya killjoy,” Seb taunted. “But you know me so well. I’m almost flattered. Emphasis on ‘almost.’”

I checked the battery on my phone. Only 5%?! I swear I remember charging this thing, I thought.

“Shoot, I gotta hang up,” I said. “Remember to actually pick me up this time?”

“Fine, if I must,” Seb laughed. “We don’t want a repeat of the mall incident; Akira might actually murder me if I leave you again. See ya.” 

As if on cue, Jasper finally came back. The blood-filled syringe was swapped out for a red ball in plastic wrapping that he held in his hand.

“Now, I know this seems childish,” he admitted bashfully, “but believe me, I do this to all my patients. Besides, it’s good to keep your energy up after a blood drawing.”

It was a piece of candy. A small, translucent red, probably strawberry or cherry flavored ball of hard candy. It almost looked like a cat’s eye marble. 

“O-oh, thanks…!” I said. “…but I really don’t do sweets.”

Jasper raised an eyebrow, a bit of a disapproving look on his face. Maybe I shouldn’t have done that...I thought, silently cursing myself for being so rude. He didn’t have to give me the candy...so I might as well take it, right? 

“B-but I can give it to my friend Seb!” I said suddenly. “Y’know, conspiracy blog guy? Yeah, he’s got a crazy sweet tooth. One time I gave him most of my Halloween candy when we went trick-or-treating...and he downed the entire thing in, like, half a day.”

The smile returned to Jasper’s face as I took the candy. 

“Nice,” he said. “Have a good day!” 

“You too!” I said, still slightly embarrassed that I hurt the young doctor’s feelings.

After quickly walking back upstairs, I looked around for a nearby seat while I waited for Seb. The only one nearby was taken by a kid in a dark green jacket with messy brown hair. I decided to stand. The kid, who looked rather nervous, looked at me almost pleadingly.

“You alright?” I asked the kid. He nodded. He only looked a few years younger than me. 

“You got Jasper, right?” he asked me. I nodded. 

“Why’d you ask?” I said. 

“That’s my brother. I’m Oliver, but you can call me Oli.” 

“Ah. Nice to meet you. I’m—“

“Dakota? Yeah. I overheard that whole conversation while he was stealing your blood.”

I sighed. If I hear anything related to vampires one more time—

“Your brother got you on this whole vampire mess, too?” I said. “Geez, what is it with everyone and vampires, today? First my friend, now my doctor, now his kid brother…” 

“He likes to chase me around the house with syringes he brings home,” Oli admitted bitterly. 

“Oof…that’s gotta be scarring.” I leaned against the wall next to the seat Oli was in. “Did he ever…?”

“Stick me with one? No,” Oli answered, then quickly added. “Only because I knocked it away from him in time.” 

I froze. Now, I used to lie to my mom all the time whenever my sister and I were play-fighting, insisting that she always hurt me more than she was supposed to. So, Oli could easily be getting revenge on Jasper “stereotypical annoying older brother” Kermit by making me believe he was much more cruel than he seemed.

Or he wasn’t. 

“Oh…” was all I managed to say before I got a text from Seb.

“I’m outside.”

“Shoot, I gotta go,” I told Oliver. “See ya around!” I walked off, quickening my pace so as not to deal with more of this vampire nonsense from anyone else.

“No you won’t,” the boy said bluntly. I stopped in my tracks and turned around.

“If you know what’s good for you,” Oliver said, looking me dead in the eyes, “you won’t come back here again.”

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Blood Candy: Chapter 2

By Ruqayyah Pickel

This is the second chapter of a longer piece of writing.  Chapters will be posted here as they are finished.  Stay tuned for the continuation of the story.

I walked down the ancient-looking stairwell to the basement. What appeared to be dark, dried red paint smeared the walls, as if someone had made some semblance of an attempt to renovate the old stairwell but somehow fainted or otherwise was forced to cut their work short. Then again, with the odd scent that filled the air, I would faint, too.

Finally, I got downstairs to the much cleaner looking, obviously renovated bottom floors. I walked down the hallway, observing the white painted walls lined with all kinds of fliers encouraging habits for better health. Some blotches of red paint stained some parts of the walls and floor, I noticed. Finally, I arrived at room 0134, where I was supposed to meet Dr. Kermit. I sat down, waiting, wondering why a doctor didn’t guide me there themselves. 

The room was small and rather messy. Files were stuffed in overflowing drawers and shelves, pretty easy for the taking. The floor was lined with long scuff marks leading to the door, and there were very little pieces of doctors’ equipment in sight, save for a blood pressure monitor, a vital signs monitor (what?), and a syringe kit.

Must’ve forgot to move that vital signs monitor someplace, I thought. 

“Sorry I’m late,” a male voice suddenly spoke. I jumped slightly as I looked up, startled from the abrupt entrance. 

A young man who appeared to be only a few years older than me was suddenly in the doorway. He had black hair that covered one of his maroon-colored eyes. Aside from the distinctly maroon eyes, not many other features stood out to me. He wore the standard white coat and a black shirt and jeans. 

“Oh! Hey,” I said. “You must be Jasper Kermit.”

“The one and only.” The young doctor smiled. “And no, before you ask, I cannot do a Kermit impression.”

“I’m guessing a lot of people ask you that?” 

An exasperated look crossed Jasper’s face as he sighed.

“It’s a family curse,” he said. “Literally can’t go a day without someone making a Kermit joke. That’s why I say my last name is Kody. Was gonna do that here, too, but my little troll of a brother ratted me out.” 

I chuckled. 

“That’s rough, buddy,” I said. 

“Yep,” Jasper sighed. “So, what grade you in…Dakota, was it? You don’t look that much younger than me.”

“Yep,” I said. “Nearly wrapping up junior year,” I said. 

“Sweet. That was my toughest year…how’s it going?”

“Got an essay due in 2 days, but my parents practically begged me to get my blood drawn first. They want to know if I’m still allergic to eggs so my aunt Natalie won’t have to waste her time preparing her famous end-of-junior-year cake.”

“You’re telling me junior year is so rough that you guys need a full blown party to commemorate the end to this hellish year?” Jasper laughed. “Dang. If only I were that lucky.”

“Sorta. Normally it’s at the end of every year, but they stopped that tradition when they realized I was mildly allergic to eggs.”

“Wish my parents threw me a party with cake when I graduated from medical school,” he said. “But nope! They were so eager to kick me out of the house. What school do you go to?” 

“North Clueham High.”  

Jasper paused, and nodded. 

“I see.” He seemed shocked by my answer, but I figured it was nothing.

I smiled.

“Glad I got a doctor that actually treats me like a human being instead of a child or a freakin’ lab rat,” I said. 

“‘Bout time, huh?” Jasper said, grabbing an empty syringe from the cabinet. “I try not to patronize too much. Believe me, I know that feeling all too well. Besides,” he continued, looking back at me with a slightly unnerving look, “I gotta make sure my patients are all nice and cozy before I suck the blood right out of ‘em.” 

I gave a nervous laugh. Maybe Seb was onto something, I thought amusingly to myself.

“Funny you mention that,” I said. “My friend Sebastian runs a conspiracy blog with my friend Akira. It’s called AkiSeb, and right now he’s all over this theory that people who do bloodwork and blood drives are secretly vampires who use humans to gain enough blood to fuel their evil agenda.” 

“Your friends seem smart.” Jasper grinned. 

“More like crazy,” I retorted. “Too many horror movies.” 

“Probably.” 

“Well, when you and your little legion of vampire doctors and nurses finally get enough blood to awaken Dracula or whatever and you guys finally enslave the human race,” I joked, “at least spare my life and everyone else who’s given you blood. You oughta thank us for helping you out, even if unwillingly.”

Jasper laughed.

“Will do,” he said, sitting down in a chair across from me. “But humans suck, no pun intended. You oughta thank us for getting you hooligans under control. Alright, let’s get started.” 

We went through the usual procedure, with me clenching my fists so he gets a good idea of where my veins are and where best to extract blood from. Finally, he chose my arm. 

“Normally I would’ve gone for the neck,” he joked, “but you know how it goes.”

 “Can’t give it away?” I laughed. “Smart.”

Jasper grinned as the needle pierced through my skin and into my vein, leaving a sharp, stinging feeling that lingered for what felt like ages. Normally blood drawings only took a few seconds, but it felt like I had been in that chair for almost a minute. 

“Jasper,” a female voice called while I was still getting blood drawn. A nurse who looked about his age with brown, curly hair appeared in the doorway. “You better shut up with all this vampire nonsense. You’re gonna scare your little brother.” 

“Serves him right for revealing my real surname to the whole freakin’ office,” he retorted. “Shouldn’t you be babysitting the little twerp, anyhow?”

The nurse glared daggers at him and disappeared back into the doorway. 

“It’s not babysitting, by the way, he’s 15!” she called. 

“Still a baby!” Jasper yelled back before turning back to me. “That’s Harriet, my co-worker. Major buzzkill. She babysits my little brother since our parents are at work, like, all the time, and I can’t expose the little twerp to stuff like syringes. Dude might stab my eyes out for teasin’ him so much.” 

“My older sister was annoying,” I said, “so I can’t blame you. Good thing she’s married now so she can go bother her husband instead of me.” 

Finally, the blood drawing was finished. 

“There we go,” Jasper said, applying the wad of cotton and the bandages over it. “You good?” 

“Yeah…” I said, still slightly nervous. “That felt pretty long, though. How much did you take?”

“Enough. It may have felt long, but I assure you it was only a few seconds.”

“Really? I’m positive I was there for almost a minute.” I checked my watch. “Yep. Definitely a minute, give or take.”

“Strange.” Jasper secured the syringe with my blood in it. “Maybe I’m just so used to this that it feels much shorter to me.”

I stood up, but Jasper gestured for me to sit back down.

“I’m gonna go put this in the lab so I can get the results,” he said. “Can I trust you to wait here ‘till I get back?”

I nodded. 

Jasper gave me a smile as he left the room with the blood-filled syringe in hand. I went on my phone while I waited, calling Seb and telling him to get ready to pick me up.

“Oh hey! You’re alive!” Seb teased over the phone. He then said in a monotone voice, like an automated phone call, “Thank you for donating to the Clueham Charity for Vampires in Need. Your contribution to the future enslavement of the human race is very much appreciated, ya filthy mortal.” 

“Oh, shut it,” I laughed. “Turns out the doctor has a sense of humor after all. He was on that whole vampire junk, too. Told him about you while he was at it.” 

“Really? What’d he say?” 

“He said you were smart,” I answered, “and I said you were a buffoon who watches too many horror movies.” 

“I like him,” Seb said. “What’s his name?”

“Uhh…” I contemplated which of Jasper’s last names to use. “Jasper Kody.” 

“Sweet. I’ll be sure to get an appointment with him next time I need one,” he said. “Hopefully he doesn’t have a stake through his heart by that point.” 

I rolled my eyes. We proceeded to talk about whatever was on our minds for about the next ten minutes while I waited for Jasper to get back. 

“This dude’s taking forever,” I groaned, interrupting our mini-debate/scenario on whether or not we would survive a slasher movie. “He better have my results back--and I swear if you mention anything about how he’s secretly a vampire, I will personally bash that big head of yours in and drive home myself.”

“You can’t even drive, ya killjoy,” Seb taunted. “But you know me so well. I’m almost flattered. Emphasis on ‘almost.’”

I checked the battery on my phone. Only 5%?! I swear I remember charging this thing, I thought.

“Shoot, I gotta hang up,” I said. “Remember to actually pick me up this time?”

“Fine, if I must,” Seb laughed. “We don’t want a repeat of the mall incident; Akira might actually murder me if I leave you again. See ya.” 

As if on cue, Jasper finally came back. The blood-filled syringe was swapped out for a red ball in plastic wrapping that he held in his hand.

“Now, I know this seems childish,” he admitted bashfully, “but believe me, I do this to all my patients. Besides, it’s good to keep your energy up after a blood drawing.”

It was a piece of candy. A small, translucent red, probably strawberry or cherry flavored ball of hard candy. It almost looked like a cat’s eye marble. 

“O-oh, thanks…!” I said. “…but I really don’t do sweets.”

Jasper raised an eyebrow, a bit of a disapproving look on his face. Maybe I shouldn’t have done that...I thought, silently cursing myself for being so rude. He didn’t have to give me the candy...so I might as well take it, right? 

“B-but I can give it to my friend Seb!” I said suddenly. “Y’know, conspiracy blog guy? Yeah, he’s got a crazy sweet tooth. One time I gave him most of my Halloween candy when we went trick-or-treating...and he downed the entire thing in, like, half a day.”

The smile returned to Jasper’s face as I took the candy. 

“Nice,” he said. “Have a good day!” 

“You too!” I said, still slightly embarrassed that I hurt the young doctor’s feelings.

After quickly walking back upstairs, I looked around for a nearby seat while I waited for Seb. The only one nearby was taken by a kid in a dark green jacket with messy brown hair. I decided to stand. The kid, who looked rather nervous, looked at me almost pleadingly.

“You alright?” I asked the kid. He nodded. He only looked a few years younger than me. 

“You got Jasper, right?” he asked me. I nodded. 

“Why’d you ask?” I said. 

“That’s my brother. I’m Oliver, but you can call me Oli.” 

“Ah. Nice to meet you. I’m—“

“Dakota? Yeah. I overheard that whole conversation while he was stealing your blood.”

I sighed. If I hear anything related to vampires one more time—

“Your brother got you on this whole vampire mess, too?” I said. “Geez, what is it with everyone and vampires, today? First my friend, now my doctor, now his kid brother…” 

“He likes to chase me around the house with syringes he brings home,” Oli admitted bitterly. 

“Oof…that’s gotta be scarring.” I leaned against the wall next to the seat Oli was in. “Did he ever…?”

“Stick me with one? No,” Oli answered, then quickly added. “Only because I knocked it away from him in time.” 

I froze. Now, I used to lie to my mom all the time whenever my sister and I were play-fighting, insisting that she always hurt me more than she was supposed to. So, Oli could easily be getting revenge on Jasper “stereotypical annoying older brother” Kermit by making me believe he was much more cruel than he seemed.

Or he wasn’t. 

“Oh…” was all I managed to say before I got a text from Seb.

“I’m outside.”

“Shoot, I gotta go,” I told Oliver. “See ya around!” I walked off, quickening my pace so as not to deal with more of this vampire nonsense from anyone else.

“No you won’t,” the boy said bluntly. I stopped in my tracks and turned around.

“If you know what’s good for you,” Oliver said, looking me dead in the eyes, “you won’t come back here again.”

[lynyrdwrites]

I propose that you demonstrate your commitment to pushing the LGBT Agenda™ by writing a Kolenzo drabble using one of the *lovely* bed-sharing starters you have on your blog. Are they in an established relationship, or is there Only One Bed?? YOU DECIDE LYNYRD.

I have clearly been slacking in my life’s work, so here’s ~600 words of domestic arguing over Kol’s siblings.

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Kolenzo + “You saythe scariest stuff in your sleep.”

              Enzosprawled in an overstuffed leather chair, a half full bottle of scotch danglingfrom his fingertips.

              He wasexhausted.

              And notin the fun, “Kol kept him up all night” way.

              AlthoughKol had been the one to keep himup.  It just hadn’t been fun.

              “Youlook terrible, Darling.” Enzo glared at Kol, who entered the room with a bouncein his step and a brilliant smile that promised trouble. Normally, he lovedthat smile and the wickedness it promised. But not today. “And here you evendragged me off to bed early.”

              “Yourbrother isn’t moving in with us,” Enzo said bluntly when Kol leaned down,probably to kiss him.  Whatever hisintentions had been, he reeled back in surprise at Enzo’s words.

              Normally,watching the usually suave and charming Kol Mikaelson windmill his arms as hetumbled onto the couch would be amusing. Today, Enzo just wanted to make sure  that he was clear about one single fact.

              Their relationship worked, because they keptKol’s family at a workable distance.

              Oh, they allowed visits, andmade visits of their own.  But Kol hadnever been caught up in the co-dependence of Always and Forever, and after watching Caroline have to deal with thatvow for decades, Enzo was grateful he didn’t.

              “Elijahthinks we’re  snobs,” Kol saidlightly.  “He’d never move in.”

              “It’snot Elijah I mean.”

              “Whereis this coming from, Lorenzo?” Kol asked, pushing himself up and watching Enzothrough narrowed eyes.

              “You…may talk in your sleep,” Enzo admitted.  “Andsometimes, you say the scariest things.”

              Like  - staywith us a bit, Nik. And while Kol had rolled over after the murmur, Enzohad been stuck staring at the roof in horror until, finally, the sun had begunto rise and he’d given up on sleep entirely.

              Kol letout a hoot of laughter that resulted in him landing on the floor.  His elbow hit the coffee table as he wentdown, and while he cursed violently, Enzo thought he rather deserved the pain.The wanker.

              “Yourbrother threatens to kill me every time we meet.  I think my concern is warranted.”

              “Onlybecause you flirt with the delicious little cheerleader he so loves to pantafter.  You like to live dangerously.”

              “It’sbeen decades, Kol – she’s not a cheerleader anymore.” Enzo bit back a curse,and scowled at the other man. “And you’re distracting me.”

              “I’mhardly distracting you.  Your worries aresimply too foolish to deserve acknowledgement.” Kol shoved himself to his feetand stole the scotch from Enzo’s hand, drinking straight from the bottle.  “I’m hardly about to invite my imbecile of abrother into our home.  He comes withchildhood trauma and daggers.”

              It wastrue, that Kol and Klaus just barely got along, and the worry that had been drivingEnzo since  Kol had muttered those wordsin sleep began to calm.

              “NowBekah-”

              “No,”Enzo said immediately.

              “Oh,Lorenzo, if you’re worried about your little affair with her, don’t.  I’m over it.” Kol’s expression turnedthoughtful.  “My sister may feeldifferently of course – she is thejealous type.  But I’m sure you canhandle her.”

              “No,Kol.”

              “But sheand Marcellus are on the outs again. You know the poor girl needs someone to dote-”

              “No.”

              Enzo wasentirely too exhausted to have this argument, but he refused to back down.

              (WhenRebekah arrived days later, he wondered if Klaus would mind if Enzo were theone to move in with him)

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—Angelguard - Chapter 4

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Departure

Life goes on. No matter what happens, life will always go on. The time has come for Jasz to leave the comforts of Lestallum behind. Accompanied by a handsome hunter and a surprise tag-along, she gets ready to explore the open world.

     It’d taken me hours to quiet my tumultuous thoughts enough that I could drift off and now I was being awakened after what felt like only minutes. I reluctantly opened my eyes, rolling over to drowsily glare at the ringing phone that pulled me out of a dreamless sleep. With a sigh, I grabbed the offending device and glanced at the name displayed on the screen. The Marshal. I quickly sat up in bed and tried to clear the sleep from my voice before answering the call. “Good morning, Marshal.” A peek over at the neighboring bed confirmed that Iris was still fast asleep. She was mostly buried under her covers and it had me wondering if maybe I’d turned the air conditioning up a little too high last night.

“Rise and shine, Jaszmin. A hunter is headed your way to escort you on your next assignment.”

     The feeling of duty was sobering and gave me the push I needed to get out of bed. In the back of my mind, though, I was reveling at the humor in the Marshal’s first sentence. After all these years it never failed to amaze me that a legend like him was able to joke around like the rest of us. I moved over to my brand new shoulder bag -- packed with freshly purchased essentials courtesy of Jared and a few graciously helpful locals -- and ruffled through its contents. 

     “Understood. So what’s on the agenda?” It took years for me to be able to speak comfortably to the Marshal and even then it just didn’t feel right sometimes. Gladio always teased me about it, said I sounded like a stiff. I stifled a sigh at the thought of my best friend -- and, though I was at times loath to admit it, my sometimes-y lover -- as I gathered an armful of my clothes and new toiletries. I refused to get upset about the fact that I wouldn’t be here when he and the others arrived.

“The Crownsguard and hunters are on the lookout for royal tombs while I keep an eye on the Niffs. Report to me if you find anything and feel free to take on any hunts along the way, you could earn yourself some good gil.”

     I raised an eyebrow at that as I made my way into the bathroom, pushing the door closed behind me with my hip as I deposited my armful of stuff onto the counter. I wasn’t exactly sure what he meant by hunts but it sounded like I would be able to use my skills to get some much-needed money. The thought was both daunting and intriguing. “Oh you know me, I’m always itching for a good fight.” I chuckled as I shrugged off my robe and tossed it aside.

“I see some things never change. The hunter’s name is Vas Helter, he’ll meet you in front of the Leville in about 2 hours.”

     I chuckled as I briefly pulled my phone away from my ear to glance at it and note the time. “2 hours, got it. I’ll be ready.” I fully expected him to hang up then but he hesitated. As I imagined the face he usually made when he was deep in thought, a realization hit me. Cor had lost everything just like the rest of us. His king, his loved ones, his guard, his home. He had even less time to grieve than we did, yet he had to be the strongest of us all. The thought was heartbreaking. Before the pause could go on too long, he spoke up again.

“Good luck, Jaszmin. And I know I don’t need to tell you to be careful out there.”

     My grip on my phone tightened and I found that I needed to lean against the bathroom counter for a moment. Cor the Immortal was worrying over me. Although it’s not like he hadn’t shown concern before, it was always a heavy thing for me. “No worries, Marshal, I got this.” He chuckled quietly at that and the sound had me reeling, I’d barely acknowledged the one worded answer he gave me in affirmation before he hung up. I really needed to reign in my inner fangirl.

     After showering and making myself presentable, I found Iris awake and waiting to use the bathroom. She seemed a bit sad when I explained to her why I had to leave but wished me good luck with a hug and a promise to meet me for my “going away breakfast”. “Geez, kid,” I grinned as I reached out to ruffle her already disheveled hair, “It’s not like I’ll never come back.”

     I left the hotel room with my bag slung over my shoulder, dead set on getting breakfast before I had to leave. I’d made a vow to myself to never go that long without eating again. As I was leaving I ran into Shon on his way back in. He was without his sling, wearing athletic clothes with his long hair gathered up into a sloppy bun, and he was nearly drenched in sweat, all signs that he’d been out on a morning run. It made me a bit jealous that I didn’t have time for a run myself, although this heat made me somewhat grateful that I couldn’t. “Morning! Did you go for a run or a swim?” He laughed and ran the back of his hand across his forehead, ridding himself of the droplets of sweat that threatened to fall into his eyes.

“Feels like both, the heat is brutal here. Dunno if I’ll ever get used to it. You headed out?”

     He gestured to my shoulder bag with just the slightest hint of a pout on his face. It made me feel a little guilty for leaving since I was the only other person he was familiar with here besides his mom. He’d told me last night how they got separated from his dad and his sister and that they hadn’t seen them since. His mom was still holding onto the hope that they’ll turn up in Lestallum one day. Shon seemed to have already let go and accepted them as lost. I sighed and nodded at his question. “Still a Crownsguard and there’s work to be done.” He nodded as well, looking slightly defeated. I knew he wanted to spend more time with me and I was somewhat glad that our time together would be cut short. Shon tended to get a little too enthusiastic about his feelings for me.

“That sucks, but I understand. Good luck out there. I’d hug you goodbye but I’m all…”

     He gestured to himself, to the way his sweat covered skin glistened in the morning sun and his sleeveless shirt clung to his athletic body in some dampened spots. I laughed and shook my head before taking a step back and looked at him in mock horror. “Eww, yea I’ll take a rain check on that.” The look he gave me could only be described as the perfect sad puppy face but he couldn’t hold it for long and ended up laughing with me. We both stood there after our laughter quieted down, not exactly sure how to depart now. “I’m seriously happy you made it out, Shon. We’ll definitely see each other around, okay?” I began backing towards the closest outdoor diner, towards the source of the mouthwatering scents wafting in on the light morning breeze, towards the promise of something delicious and filling to stop the quiet snarling of my stomach.

“Count on it.”

     With a single nod, I turned away, not missing the odd change in his features. He’d gone from looking mildly defeated to oddly determined and it had me wondering, just what was he planning?

     It was shaping up to be a beautiful day. Not a cloud in the sky with the sounds of children laughing and music being played in front of the fountain at the Leville, painting the atmosphere into something jovial. I sat on the side of the fountain, legs crossed at the ankles and stretched out in front of me as I watched Talcott play with a few of his new friends, a mixture of local and refugee children. While they played what looked like a game of red light, green light, a couple of musicians sat just a few feet away with their drum and guitar, their voices and instruments the perfect background music. Beside me, Iris sat and mirrored my position, her eyes closed and face turned towards the sky with a content smile on her lips.

     The sounds of Lestallum were soothing and welcoming and a pleasant reminder that life goes on. No matter what happens, life will always go on. I was too entranced with the scene before me that I hadn’t notice the figure standing beside me until the clearing of a throat commanded my attention.

“Are you Jaszmin?”

     Most of the hunters I’d seen so far were short and stocky but this one, while still on the burly side, was taller. I couldn’t help letting my eyes curiously rake over his form, taking in what I could see of his sandy blonde hair peeking out from under a thoroughly worn bandana, dark green eyes, thin nose, and pouty lips that looked a bit out of place amongst the light scruff that decorated the bottom half of his face. He wore what I thought was typical hunter apparel: a sleeveless shirt and what looked like light leather armor covering his broad shoulders and chest, military pants, sturdy but comfy looking boots, and fingerless gloves, all in shades of brown and beige. His skin was tanned, the texture looking just a bit like worn leather from spending most of his time outdoors in the sun, no doubt.

     “Yea, that’s me.” I couldn’t help but muse that if Gladio and Ignis were able to procreate, Vas would probably be what the offspring would look like. The silly thought almost made me laugh aloud but if he saw the sudden glint of amusement in my eyes he pretended not to notice. “You must be Vas.”  As I stood up, Iris helped me gather my belongings. The smile on her face was sad as she handed me my jacket and shoulder bag. After mouthing a thank you to her and ruffling her hair again for old time’s sake, I turned my attention back to the hunter.  

“That I am. Heard you’re a good fighter, I’m looking forward to seeing what you can do. Ready to head out?”

     His voice was smooth and warm despite his rough appearance and he had that slow, drawling accent that seemed to be native to the citizens of Leide. If I were a lesser woman, I probably would have blushed, especially since the only person capable of relaying compliments to him about my fighting would have been the Marshal. “Let’s hit it.” I answered enthusiastically as I tied my jacket around my waist, slung my bag over my shoulder, and gave one last wave to Iris before we set off towards the parking lot.

“Hey! Jasz, wait up!”

     My hands clenched the strap of my shoulder bag as I turned to watch Shon jog down the stairs to the parking lot, his hair flopping into his face with each step. For a solid second I actually thought about hopping into the passenger side of Vas’ car and telling him to book it but quickly shook the idea from my head, I couldn’t commit such betrayal. With keys in hand, Vas leaned against the driver side door with arms folded across his chest and legs crossed at the ankles, his features hovering between curious and amused.

“Friend of yours?”

     I sighed at the tone of his question and took a few steps toward the approaching man. “What’re you doing, Shon?” My narrowed eyes took in his appearance as he stopped in front of me. He looked fresh out of a shower, with his hair still slightly damp and his face freshly shaven. His clothes, though clean and not out of the ordinary, stood out in contrast to both mine and Vas’. The hunter, the Crownsguard, and a civilian. Shon smiled down at me, a sheepish smile, but there was also a stubborn set to his jaw.

“I’m going with you.”

     My eyes traveled along the strap across his chest, a shoulder bag similar to mine though mine was a bit darker, something that had me idly wondering if Jared mentioned the Guard’s fondness for dark colors. My attention refocused on Shon’s face as I gave him a searching look. “Do you even know where I’m going, Shon? And what about your mom? You gonna leave her in a strange place all by herself?” He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth as he pondered my questions but I suspected he’d thought this through before running after me, even if only for a fleeting moment.

“I can guess. You’re out of the Crown City but you’re still a Crownsguard. And you, you’re a hunter, right?”

     We both glanced at Vas who was watching quietly, the amusement never leaving his face. He nodded at the question but otherwise remained silent, this was my situation to handle. As I turned back to face Shon I couldn’t quite figure out if it annoyed me or made me grateful that he was leaving this up to me. I opened my mouth to remind him of the second part of my questioning but he began speaking again.

“I don’t know your main objective but I know you’ll probably be doing some hunting and I want in. My mom… I can’t just sit around and watch her slowly come to realize that my dad and sister aren’t coming back. And besides, Lestallum’s nice and all but we need money and Exineris only hires women. I don’t think I’d cut it as a street vendor and I’m not letting my mom take a job in a giant furnace while I sit and twiddle my thumbs. C’mon, Minnie, I can help you guys out and earn some Gil.”

     After his little speech I took a few seconds to think it over, he had some valid points. But I wasn’t sure how the recruiting process of the hunters went. Vas was already a seasoned hunter from what I could tell and my status as Crownsguard automatically gave me an in. “Vas?” I turned to give him a questioning look but he just shrugged and pushed himself off of the door. He spared Shon one last look before opening his door and sliding into the driver’s seat.

“It’s up to you. We need to get moving, though.”

     Yet another sigh left my lips as I furrowed my brows at him and turned back to Shon. “How’re your injuries?” My eyes raked over his shoulder before moving up to his left eye, the bruise around it yellowing and even fading in some spots. He gave me a nonchalant shrug but there was a little hesitation. I guessed that he was healed enough to go on runs but wasn’t fully healed yet. With a huff and a wave of his hand, he dismissed any concerns I had for him.

“I’m completely fine.”

     The pure look of pleading in his hazel eyes made me roll my own, he was full on giving me his sad puppy routine again, knowing what it did to me. With a sigh and a nod, I moved towards the passenger side of Vas’ car. “Fine.” I tried to remain serious, he would be putting himself in danger by tagging along, but the celebratory whoop he gave had me cracking a smile.

     As I opened the passenger door and adjusted the front seat so that he could climb into the back, I waved him over. Before he could get in, though, I halted him with a firm hand on his chest. “Oh, and Shon? If you ever call me Minnie again I swear to Ramuh I will strap you to the hood of this car and have Vas drive you around the entire dustbowl that is Leide, you got that?” A strained smile spread across his lips as he nodded and waited for me to let him slip into the backseat while Vas chuckled quietly and started the engine. I gave him the sweetest smile I could while I repositioned the front seat and slid into it, taking one last look at Lestallum as the engine started and we drove off.

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Unwavering Faith – Seven UnCharcteristics That Can Change the World in 2017 – Part Four

To date, we have examined three of seven areas of the Christian life referred to in this series as “UnCharcteristics That Can Change the World in 2017”.  (Links provided below.)

  unconditional love              undying gratitude             unspeakable joy    

Today, we drill down on the fourth one that may be the most difficult of all−unwavering faith.  Let’s begin by defining unwavering faith.  Many Christians are familiar with the verse in Hebrews that defines faith:

“Now faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen.”  (Hebrews 11: 1  NASB)

The KJV uses the word ‘evidence’ instead of conviction.  I prefer that because it sets up the definition as somewhat of an oxymoron, causing us to stop and think about the meaning.  How can you have evidence that cannot be seen?  Isn’t that the point of presenting evidence−so people can see what you are using to support your argument?  Yes, but that is not faith. 

Jesus defined biblical faith in His post-resurrection conversation with Thomas.  You recall Thomas was the one who did not believe Jesus had done what He told them on several occasions He would do – rise from the dead on the third day.  Though the other disciples had seen Jesus, Thomas refused to believe making the outrageous statement he would never believe that unless he, not only saw Jesus but, put his hands in His wounds.  No wonder he was known as Thomas the Doubter.    

 It could be said Jesus appeared again to the disciples to help Thomas.  Jesus invited Thomas to do what he said it would take to convince him.  After Thomas confessed Him as Lord, Jesus said to him,

 “Have you believed because you have seen Me?  Blessed are those who have not seen (Me) and yet have believed.”.  (John 20:29  ESV)

 Jesus blew up the old adage, “Seeing is believing.”  That may be true for some, but it requires no faith. 

 Biblical Examples of Unwavering Faith.   Although there are many, consider these two great examples.  

♦  Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego. (Daniel 3) This is one of the first and most beloved children’s Bible stories encountered in Sunday School.  Yet its meaning points a finger right in our adult faces when it comes to exercising unwavering faith.  Thrown into a fiery furnace to burn to death for insubordination toward the king−they refused to worship his gods−they showed little regard for their own lives but great honor and respect for their God.  Two profound statements of unwavering faith were made during their trial. 

Shadrach, Meshach and Abed-nego replied to the king, "O Nebuchadnezzar…our God whom we serve is able to deliver us from the furnace of blazing fire; and He will deliver us out of your hand.  "But even if He does not, let it be known to you, O king, that we are not going to serve your gods or worship the golden image that you have set up."…  (from vs 16-18)

Those bodacious boasts inflamed the king and confirmed their death sentences.  But that is not how the story ended.  They were bound and throw into a furnace so hot the men who threw them in were killed by its heat.  As the king watched their roasting, he was stunned.  They were not being consumed by the fire. In fact, they were walking around unharmed and accompanied by a fourth man.  Many think it was Jesus (a theophany which is a pre-incarnate appearance found in the Bible on other occasions as well).  Some think he was an archangel sent by God to encourage them. The end result was this: 

They demonstrated unwavering faith in the face of certain death.

♦  The Apostle Peter. His is the most interesting of all faith stories (Matthew 14) because we are going to use him in both examples.  When Jesus called Peter to come to Him, he got out of the boat in the face of very strong winds and waves, and walked on water toward Jesus (v29).  He did what no one else had or has ever done−walk on water!  Therein lies the unwavering faith attributed to Peter because he knew if Jesus told him to do it, and he kept his eyes on his Master, all would be well.  And it was…for a brief time.

  Biblical Examples of WAVERing Faith

♦   The Apostle Peter. We are not told why he did it, but it must have occurred to Peter what he was doing.  He took his eyes off Jesus and looked around at his circumstances.  “What am I doing?  I must be crazy,” he probably screamed in horror to himself.  That is all it took for unwavering faith to become watered-down, wavering faith, and he began to sink.    

Panic stricken, Peter cried out, “Lord, save me.”  (v30)  Immediately, Jesus reached out and saved Peter, but not without a strong rebuke. “O, you of little faith, why did you doubt?”  Hold that thought.

There are many other examples of wavering faith.  Abraham and Sarah losing faith that God was going to keep His promise of an heir.  Gideon.  David.  Zacharias.  Even John the Baptist had his moments of doubt.  And we already discussed Thomas.  If I added all our names to the list, the lesson would be far too long to hold interest in reading it! 

This issue of wavering faith has consumed considerable time in my thought and prayer lives, creating a conundrum of sorts.  Assuming some of you wrestle with similar issues, I share the following with the hope that what the Holy Spirit has used to help me through such times will do the same for you. 

When it comes to the essentials of the Christian faith, I do not waver.  Even things I do not understand, and there are many, like the Trinity, attributes of God, virgin birth, resurrection, and other important tenets of our faith do not bring about doubts or crises of faith.  Nor do I doubt my salvation and eternal security.  That said, here comes the rub. 

If I believe God for the important, critical issues of our faith, why do I waver in my faith when it comes to what most consider the ‘small’ stuff?  Examples (too many to list) include financial strain when there is more month left than money, marital or familial issues, stress and strain at work, and unanswered prayers or times when God shows up late or not at all.  My unwavering faith not only wavers; it quivers and quakes!  That begs the question, why? 

Why questions are always the hardest to answer, especially when they come from children.  Perhaps God has the same challenge with our why questions.  Here is some of what I have learned—answers found on my knees or studying the Word and listening hard to the Holy Spirit.  Unfortunately, such answers are often hard to swallow and even harder to digest.  They peel back the skin on the onion to get to the heart of the matter – our hearts.  Peeling onions usually brings tears as we cut through the layers.  That can be a good thing because God loves tears born from a contrite and repentant heart.  He catches every one!  Consider these four answers that are prone to get stuck in our throats.

1. I want what I want more than I want what God wants for me. Speaks to our motives.

2. I am afraid God will not answer my prayer the way I want Him to. Speaks to our hidden agendas.

3. I am afraid of what it could cost me. Speaks to that which I cling to−what I hold dearer than God.

4. I think I know what is best. Speaks to our pride (lack of humility)

I cannot end this challenging lesson without closing with words that encourage our hearts and examples of how our Lord Jesus handled His people in and through 'storms of faith' that create such waves.  Again, we look to Peter for lessons we can learn from his wavering faith and with which we can so closely relate. 

  Great news for those of us whose faith wavers between rock-solid and pudding.  

1.  Jesus rebuked Peter for his wavering faith, but He did not reject him. In fact, Jesus helped him back into the boat and the wind stopped. This test was over and Peter failed, but Jesus continued to invest in his life. 

2.  Even though Peter took his eyes off Jesus and began to sink, he knew who to cry out to. Peter could have called out to the eleven men in the boat, thinking “there is safety in numbers”. Instead he called out to the One walking on the water.  We need to learn from that. Sometimes we foolishly look to the “men in the boat” to throw us a life-preserver or pull us out of the water instead of looking to the only One Who can reach down and rescue us from the wind and waves.

3.  God does not quit on men He has chosen to serve His purposes. Despite his boastfulness that he would never deny or abandon his Lord, Peter did just that when things got tough.  He denied even knowing Jesus three times and ran away, nowhere to be found at the Cross.  Even so, Jesus restored Peter.  He knew how He would use him to build His church once the Holy Spirit took control of his life. 

When your faith wavers and you fail, lock onto this truth: Jesus said, “He will never leave or forsake you.”  If you will surrender your life, failures and all, He will use you to accomplish everything He has planned for you.  That is a promise in which we can have unwavering faith!

It is appropriate to close this lesson with the same key verse I used for the last one, Unspeakbable Joy, so eloquently written by Peter (1 Peter 1:8).  He wrote these words from a heart of unwavering faith to people (like you and me) who had not seen or walked with Jesus as he had.  But what a journey he took to get there!  

“Though you have not seen Him, you love Him. Though you do not now see Him, you believe in Him and rejoice with joy unspeakable and full of glory.”     

Walking in faith with you,