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xxrainshadowsxx · 3 months ago

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New Elite Chapter 12

God, I'm sorry this took forever. In my defense, this was by far the hardest chapter to write. The language of the time period coupled with smut was a CHALLENGE. But yeah, smut ahead.

Nellie takes you inside, knowing her way around from the few times she’d been here to help prepare for your arrival. You barely have any time to take in the expansive interior of the dark house before Nellie shows you into a room, getting lights on for you and having you sit at a large vanity.

As Nellie prepares, you look around the room that now belonged to you. There was a bed taking up most of the space, and it was outfitted with extra blankets for the winter. A closet there was also, stuffed to the brim with clothes, most of them unfamiliar. There were a couple new jewelry boxes on the vanity, but what surprised you most of all was a small bookshelf containing all of your favorites. He’d even procured a copy of Shakespeare’s entire works for you.

“How did he know what I like?” you ask as Nellie drifts back over to you, the lights now bathing the room in a warm yellow glow. “The books, I mean. I’m shocked he went to the trouble of getting all these.”

“He asked me,” Nellie responds mildly as she looks around for a brush. “When he was first bringing me to work from your mother’s, he asked me a lot of things about you. I daresay you’ll find your closet full of styles and colors you prefer, and that he’ll have his cook prepare plenty of your favorite foods.”

You blink a few times. You certainly never expected him to go to the lengths of discussing those things with Nellie to make a more comfortable environment for you. Even Mrs. Ryan had not done that, though you supposed that stay was always meant to be temporary.

But even those small comforts, lovely as they are, can’t cure the anxiety that the night still brings. You suspect Nellie senses this, for she gently turns your attention away from everything and back to the vanity. “Let’s get all of this out of your hair,” she murmurs as she starts carefully removing pins.

There’s no hope of getting the curls out of your hair without another bath, which you definitely do not have time for. Therefore, all Nellie does is brush them out slightly, arranging them in a less messy order. You liked having your hair down, though it did seem a little unusual now. Nellie also helps you out of your bridal gown and into a luxurious white robe your new husband had provided for you.

“What am I supposed to do afterwards? Am I supposed to come back here?” you ask as Nellie drips a tiny bit more perfume on your wrists.

“I’m sure he’ll let you know. He won’t let you get lost,” she says as soothingly as she can, right as there’s a knock on the door. You blanche, but Nellie’s already standing to answer it.

She barely cracks the door so you don’t see the speaker, but you do hear an unfamiliar male voice. “My master is requesting the presence of his wife.”

“Tell him I shall bring her posthaste. She’s just finishing getting ready,” Nellie answers in a low voice before closing the door and turning back to you. “You know I can’t stall any longer,” she apologizes. “But don’t fret much. He’ll be gentle with you, you know that.”

“I know,” you sigh, running your fingers through your hair once. “I’ve just been taught my whole life to fear this. That won’t go away, no matter what assurances he or anyone else gives me. But give me the tincture, will you?”

Nellie takes the fertility tincture and puts a couple drops under your tongue, then you take a sip of water to wash the bitter taste out. Now you truly can’t put this off. “You’ll be fine,” Nellie insists before she creaks the door open again, waiting for you out in the hall. You allow yourself one deep breath before following her.

The mysterious man is gone, and you encounter no one as you follow Nellie down the hall. You’re surprised that his own bedroom isn’t far from yours; you’d assume he’d want a bit more privacy. But Nellie points out the correct door herself, and based on the small bit of light you see escaping from the bottom, you’re sure it’s the right one.

She gives you a brief hug before disappearing into the darkness. You watch her go, then lift your hand to rap your knuckles against the wood.

Almost instantly, he opens the door for you, smiling slightly before stepping aside to let you through. You walk in rubbing your arms, feeling decidedly self-conscious. “You look lovely,” he starts, capturing one of your curls in between his fingers. “You should wear your hair down more often. It suits you.”

“It’s not considered proper for a woman to wear her hair down in public, especially a married one,” you state baldly, giving him the bog standard answer that had been drilled into you since birth.

“Well, I’m not going to force those rules on you in the house,” he says in that same soft voice. “You can dress and wear your hair how you like when it’s just the two of us.” You refrain from saying anything. You didn’t think he meant to come off like this, but his talk of what he “allowed” you to do sounded a lot like he was making you his property. You wouldn’t say anything about it this time, but you didn’t like it.

He plays with your curl for a moment more before letting it fall. “Look,” he says with a heavy sigh. “I’m not blind. I can tell you’re scared. We… don’t have to do this if you don’t want. I won’t touch you unless you want me to.”

You look up at him in near disbelief. Now that you were married, it was his right to get what he wanted from you, whenever he liked. You’d always been told you’d have no say in it, and that it was your duty as a wife to always be available to him. But here he was, offering you an out, and you believed him to be perfectly sincere.

And even more surprisingly, you didn’t want to take it.

“I think the longer we put this off, the more nervous I’ll become,” you try to explain. “I don’t want to do that. And I’m not scared because it’s you. Nervous, yes, I think I’d feel that with anyone… but out of everyone, I’m glad it’s you.”

He takes one step closer to you. “So, just to be clear, I have permission to do this?” he double-checks.

“Yes,” you breathe.

He closes the rest of the distance between the two of you in two long strides and puts one of his hands on the side of your face. He pauses to look you in the eyes, like he can’t believe this is happening, before his other hand goes behind your neck and he pulls you into a kiss.

Inadvertently, a sigh escapes the back of your throat. Unlike at your wedding, this kiss is a bit faster, almost primal. Yet it still fills you with the same butterflies, the same yearning for more. Your hands come to rest on his chest, and you do your best to kiss him back despite your inexperience.

“Dear God,” he growls against your mouth before threading his hand into your hair, pulling you closer. He opens his mouth slightly and you feel his tongue glide across your lower lip. You gasp, and he slips his tongue into your mouth, and a sound you’ve never heard yourself make before is wrenched from your throat. In all the stories you’ve heard about wedding nights, from Mrs. Ryan gently giving you a reminder the week prior, to the flippant remarks by Alice’s mother scattered throughout your youth, to your mother’s constant lessons about a wife’s duty, none of them had mentioned that it would feel so good.

Eventually, you have to pull away. “Can’t breathe,” you manage to get out since he’s giving you a quizzical look. In response, he instead moves his lips to your neck, gently kissing along the skin he finds and works his way to your clavicle. Your knees nearly give out when he does this, and a sound that you can only describe as a moan is wrenched from your throat.

After a moment, his mouth comes back up, capturing your lips again. You do your best to move your lips along with his as your arms snake around his neck. You’re not sure exactly what to do with them, but having them around him just feels right, especially since he seems to be pulling you even closer. You just don’t want to be doing the wrong thing and disappoint him, especially not with how unbelievably good he’s made you feel so far.

Without warning, while he’s still kissing you, he hooks his arms around your thighs and picks you up, securing your legs around his waist for more stability. You squeak slightly in surprise, but don’t care to break the kiss with him.

He’s the one to pull away from you a moment later as he deposits you on his bed. You desperately try to reorient yourself from how lightheaded he’s made you feel, but he isn’t doing anything to help matters. Instead, he’s unbuttoning his white shirt with impatient fingers before veritably ripping the thing off, leaving you even more disoriented.

You’d never before in your life seen a man without his shirt on. And though you had nothing to compare it to, you couldn’t say at all you were disappointed in what you saw. His torso was much harder than your soft, feminine form. And while he wasn’t quite as well-defined as an ancient Greek or Roman statue, you found his natural look even more mesmerizing.

He pauses with undressing himself once his shirt is off to extinguish a few of the lamps in the room, leaving only one on in the end. Though the room is significantly darkened, you could still see him well enough, which you liked. Satisfied, he joins you on the bed and crawls on top of you to kiss you again.

It’s almost too much to have him this close while he’s wearing so little. Without meaning to, your hands come to rest on his chest again, very much of their own accord. He hisses and shoves himself away from you, making you wince.

“I’m sorry!” you squeak instantly. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what I’m doing, I didn’t mean to mess up–”

“You’re not,” he cuts you off in a voice that sounds oddly strangled. “God, sweetheart, trust me, you’re not doing anything wrong. I’m just trying to take my time, alright? I want you to enjoy this too, but if you keep doing what you’re doing, I’m not going to have a lot of self-control left.”

His words confuse more than reassure you. It sounded like he both wanted you to stop and keep going at the same time, and you weren’t sure which he wanted more. And he wanted you to enjoy it? By all accounts you’d heard, this was going to hurt, not be enjoyable.

Although you couldn’t deny that you had liked it so far. The physical sensations were almost too much, but they were definitely good.

“So… what exactly do you want me to do?” you ask demurely. You wanted complete clarification before proceeding. You’d heard the old adage that it was better to ask forgiveness rather than permission, but in this circumstance, you didn’t think that rule applied.

“You can keep doing what you’re doing, just take it easy when it comes to touching me?” he requests. “It’s not that I dislike it, it’s just that… well… maybe it’s best to let me take the lead tonight?” You nod in assent, resolving to try and keep your hands under control, no matter how curious you were to explore him.

He leans over you to kiss you again, and this time, you rest your hands lightly on either side of his face. He seems to be okay with this–he doesn’t stop you in any case–and you’re slowly starting to feel more comfortable again when you feel him try and tug at the tie holding your robe closed.

You inhale sharply, causing him to immediately pull back. “We can stop,” he mutters, still sounding oddly strangled. “I won’t do anything you don’t want me to, I promise.”

“Why are you so determined to stop?” you ask, suddenly feeling quite as humiliated when he nearly kissed you in the hall of Mrs. Ryan’s house before backing out at the last second. “I feel like it’s you who doesn’t want me.”

“Darling, nothing could be further from the truth,” he insists. “I want you very badly, believe me, but I also know this is entirely new for you. I don’t want to scare you or make you uncomfortable.”

You look him dead in the eyes, finding no hint of a lie. Slowly and very deliberately, you reach down to the tie of your robe and pull it undone in one motion. Still looking at him, you shrug the garment off your shoulders, still mostly covered, but the invitation is there. “I want this, and I want it to be you,” you repeat in a whisper.

He gives you a look that you can’t quite identify before leaning down to place a tender kiss to your lips. “If you’re sure,” he murmurs before pushing the robe further down your arms, helping you remove the limbs entirely. You hadn’t bothered with a chemise, so all of the sudden, you were bare before him.

He pulls back from you again and just looks at you, his expression akin to if he had just been struck over the head. “Lord, have mercy,” he groans, almost to himself before one of his hands trails from your side up to your breast, drawing a long whine out of you, one that you barely recognize as your own voice.

“Does that feel good?” he whispers. You can only nod desperately, words completely lost to you. Emboldened, he covers your breast with his palm, kneading gently. Something you don’t have a name for is pooling in you, coming to settle in between your legs. It was mortifying, and you’d never admit it out loud, but you wanted him to touch you there next.

He can’t read your mind, so of course he doesn’t listen to your unspoken plea. Instead, he trails his lips down to your neck, leaving small kisses along the way until he reaches your collarbone. Then, without any warning, he takes your skin between his teeth and begins to suck.

“Oh, God!” you cry out arching your back so your body is pressed further into his. The sensations he’s giving to you are some that you’ve never experienced before, and you had no idea anything could ever feel this good. His mouth moved over you expertly, though you didn’t want to acknowledge the likely reason he was so good at this. You push those intrusive thoughts away; all you wanted to focus on right now was your husband and how deliciously he was working you up.

He releases your skin with a wet pop, and you look down and and just catch the edge of what looks like a dark purple mark in the line of your vision. You don’t have long to dwell on it though; his mouth has moved again, and now his lips have wrapped themselves around your nipple.

“God… f–” you start but just barely stop yourself from cursing. You’d never felt any inclination to do so before, but his ministrations were taking your manners and throwing them to the wayside.

He releases you after a moment, a brazen smile on his face; clearly, he believes himself to be doing an exemplary job. He was, but you didn’t want to admit that to his face. So before he can say anything, you pull him back down to you for another searing kiss.

You can tell you’ve surprised him, but he recovers quickly and kisses you back enthusiastically. As he’s doing so, perhaps to get you back for catching him off guard, he gets his still-clothed leg in between yours and his thigh creates a gentle, yet steady and unyielding pressure against your core.

At this point, you let out a mewl so loud it can probably be heard by the whole house. You’ll most likely be ashamed of that tomorrow, but at the moment you couldn’t find the capacity to care. All you wanted was for him to relieve the building pressure in your core.

He pulls away a moment later, and his weight leaves you entirely as he gets off the bed and tears off the remainder of his clothes with impatience. And as much as it makes your face flame red, you can’t help but look.

Your first thought was panic. Seeing his erection, all you can think is that there’s no chance that it’s going to fit inside you. You didn’t see how anything at all would fit, but certainly not something that big. You suddenly understood why everyone had warned you it was going to hurt, because that would undoubtedly cause pain if he tried to put it anywhere inside you.

Thankfully, the moment doesn’t seem to be upon you quite yet, for when he gets back on top of you, it’s just to kiss you again. That doesn’t last long, however; his erection pokes your thigh, and while that doesn’t hurt, it’s much more firm than you had anticipated.

“Sorry,” he winces. “I’m trying to make sure you’re ready for it, but I realize it gets in the way, and that you’re not exactly used to this.”

“Does it hurt?” you blurt out before you can stop yourself. You don’t see how it couldn’t hurt, being swollen like that.

“No, it doesn’t,” he says with a small chuckle. “However, I’m more concerned with not hurting you, so, with your permission, can I get you ready?” You have no idea what he means by that, but with how incredible he’d already made you feel tonight, you were eager to experience more of that. Moreover, you trusted him. So you do your best to relax into the mattress and nod for him to continue.

He kisses you once before balancing his weight on his calves as he sits up. Watching you closely to gauge your reaction, he reaches down and swipes a single finger through your center.

“Oh, God!” you cry out, tossing your head back. All of the sensations so far had been nothing, nothing, compared to this. This was heavenly, and you wanted nothing more than for him to continue plucking you like a harp.

He swears under his breath when his finger makes contact. “Damn, darling, you’re so wet,” he purrs. While that should have been mortifying beyond belief, the way he says it makes you swell with pride, like you’re finally getting something right.

He continues to move his fingers around your folds, paying particular attention to your sighs to let him know when he finds a sweet spot. When he makes contact with one little bud near the center, you feel like you’re going to combust after only a few seconds of him massaging it.

You’re doing your best to keep from outright screaming, but your frequent moans and sighs seem to spur him on, and he often responds to your sounds by cursing in a low tone. He looks up at you, and you’re quite sure your face is red and not at all attractive, but he mutters “So beautiful,” before slowly sinking one finger into you.

You’re expecting pain. You tense, preparing yourself for it, but it never comes. You can definitely feel that there’s something there, but it doesn’t hurt in the slightest. “Is this okay?” he murmurs, to which you can only nod. “Tell me if anything feels uncomfortable,” he instructs before he slowly starts moving his finger in and out of you, building up at a deliciously, tantalizingly glacial pace. It’s heavenly.

You feel a bit more pressure than before, but it still doesn’t hurt, and it would take an act of the divine for you to want to stop now, so you let him keep going. Without you even realizing it, your hips start to rock against his hand, matching his movements with your own.

Then he brings his hand up to massage that little bud he’d found earlier, and for the second time that night, you only just manage to bite back a curse.

“It’s alright darling,” he whispers, his breath hot on your ear. “Let it out for me.”

You’re not quite sure what “it” is, but by God, “it” does exactly as he says. You curl up, letting out a near scream, clawing at his back, desperate for something to hold onto. Whatever happened was almost too much to comprehend, and indeed, the sheer euphoria of it all but shuts your brain completely down for a couple minutes as you attempt to recover.

You don’t notice him removing his fingers from you, but he must have at some point or another; he’s sitting on his thighs, hands at his sides. He waits patiently for your breathing to return to normal, with just a hint of a smug aura about him.

Calming down takes several minutes, and after he deems you’ve finally returned from whatever high he’d taken you to, he asks, “Do you want to keep going?” You nod, words still not something you’re capable of. You don’t care if it hurts now, you’d do just about anything to feel that high once more.

He positions himself on top of you, most of his weight on his arms, but you can still feel his chest pressed against yours. “Tell me if it hurts. I’ll go slow, I promise,” he reiterates before gingerly inserting himself into you, making you gasp as you anticipate pain that never makes an appearance.

There’s certainly more pressure than before, and it’s growing as he pushes more of himself into you, but it’s nothing that could even remotely be considered painful. You relax the muscles in your face as you get used to the intrusion, and after a moment he starts to pull back, slowly starting to create a steady rhythm of in and out.

It's like nothing you've ever experienced before. Even his hand a moment ago hadn't created sensations like this. Your breathing gets heavy again, and even he's starting to make noises as he buries his head in your neck. His hips start moving faster, and subconsciously, almost by instinct, your legs come up to wrap around his waist, while your own hips rise to meet his.

You feel that same crest start to rise in you again, even more intense than it was last time. Your nails dig into the skin of his back, but he either doesn't notice or doesn't care. Instead, he just speeds up his movements, letting out a string of expletives into your neck now.

His faster motions only serve to help bring you to the top of that crest faster, and within minutes he sends you over with a long, high-pitched something coming out of your mouth as each of your limbs presses his body even closer to yours. He initially doesn't slow down, prolonging the feeling for you for a few moments before he goes limp, panting heavily.

For a while, it seems all either of you can do is stay still, focusing on catching your breath. He's the first one to move, and he does nothing more than roll off of you, leaving you feeling strangely empty and with some sort of sticky residue in between your legs.

You're suddenly very self-conscious of the fact that you're wearing nothing, but you don't have the strength to sit up and look for a blanket. Instead, your hand blindly searches for one until he throws a sheet over you. “That's what you were looking for, right? Don't know why you want the blasted thing but…” he trails off as he needs to catch his breath again, eyes still closed.

You give him a few moments before daring to use your own voice. “Was that… I mean, were you… satisfied?” You'd been told that men would finish and spill themselves inside a woman, but you were far too embarrassed to actually say those words aloud.

He lets out a short, barking laugh. “Don't worry yourself on that front. I am well beyond satisfied.” You let out an inaudible sigh of relief. At least you weren't a total failure in this particular aspect of being a wife.

You're also acutely aware of the fact that, now that he's spent, you were to redress yourself and make your way back to your own room, though you had no idea how to do that without Nellie to guide you. But before you can even get out of the bed to put your robe back on, he rolls over, throwing an arm around your waist. “Stay?” he asks simply. His tone makes it clear that this is a request, not a demand. As always with him, you could decline if you so chose.

“Okay,” you whisper instead, to which he smiles sleepily at you. He moves only to turn off the remaining light before he's back in the bed, holding you close.

You expect it to take a while to fall asleep, what with the unfamiliar bed, as well as a whole other person there with you. But you're so worn out that sleep comes quickly and you sink into it, comforted by your husband's arms around you.

#fanfiction #onceler fanfiction #the onceler #onceler x reader #the lorax #also on ao3 #onceler

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thcrealheroes · 2 months ago

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‘ just be careful, alright? ’ / sage to starlight

clearing memes || @vghtsupes

A PROMISE ANNIE DESPERATELY WANTS TO KEEP, BUT GOING AFTER BUTCHER was suicidal ! A MISSION that may end with Annie very much dead; she'd like to think Billy would never hurt her since he didn't when he hurt Neuman; he just had those- things, tentacles that burst out of his chest, keeping her and Kimiko at bay. A warning look, it seemed. Honestly, Annie couldn't tell when her mind was racing one hundred miles per hour, anxiety rushing and becoming alarming, the voices around her were distant, it was like time stopped and it was just the two of them... Annie and Butcher.

Couldn't find the right words, yet they were at the tip of her tongue, but her mind SCREAMED for him to stop, not to do this- that he wouldn't, couldn't... wasn't he dying ? And suddenly... he looked more alive than he did in a while. What happened to him ? What the fuck did he do ? Who the fuck was that ? Not her Butcher, it couldn't be. Was he really planning to end all supes ? Including Ryan ? Including her ?

BUT DESPITE ALL THAT, SHE WAS GOING AFTER HIM. BILLY MAJORLY FUCKED UP, sure, and it ended with Victoria going missing, Hughie and the boys being taken away and put into one of those camps, perhaps ? GOD- she didn't know; she was so alone in this world, she couldn't grasp- didn't want to speculate what Homelander had done with them. Annie was the only one who escaped, being the ONLY CHANCE for The Boys and Victoria Neuman. She needed to get them out, but she couldn't do this alone; something didn't sit right with her ?

This version of BILLY BUTCHER seemed to spiral out of control, and he needed guidance- he needed a second chance; everyone did, right ? Annie found herself in a desperate situation, seeking any kind of assistance she could find. She sought help from Sage, who is known to be the most intelligent person associated with Homelander. Could Sage hold the key to curing Butcher or perhaps creating the cure that could save him from his current state ? Despite the uncertainty, Annie made a firm decision to give it a chance. " I'll try. I- I need to do this... I need to find him. But I- I don't want to- I don't want to give up on him. I have to try and make it- I have- thank you. I know... I know it doesn't mean a lot, but thank you. "

#vghtsupes #⋆◂all my muses are heathens take it slow┊inbox ic #🌟◂starlight┊don't like your tilted stage┊inbox ic #⋆◂the queue is here┊queue

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dem0nguy · 10 months ago

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Ryan headcannons bc im bored:

- Before the Big Fart, he joined the military in order to provide for Sheriff.

- literally raised Sheriff

- He was a bomber pilot, and also a Sergeant.

- His nickname was “Sergeant Sunboy” from all his successful bombing missions. (And in reference to the star he wore)

- Ryan’s star and Sheriff’s star are two completely different stars. Ryan gave Sheriff the “Sheriff’s badge” when they used to play cowboys on the pig farm. But he earned a separate star badge in the military.

- The other soldiers made fun of Sheriff’s star, saying he was “trying to be like his big bro” but was never gonna be as good as him. (Sheriff stopped wearing the star because of this, but kept it in his pocket.)

- Ryan routinely got on the soldiers that picked on Sheriff (he made their lives hell)

- Took college courses during his time in the military, he was studying to be a mathematician. (He just seems like a math guy)

- Pretty much everyone respected/liked Ryan.

- Has way too much war trauma.

- After he was mutated he was semi-conscious, just under the influence of the Supreme Master parasite.

- He spent a lot of time missing Sheriff.

- He created Stoney to try and make another Sheriff, but quickly realized that mutants could never replace his brother.

- Has no idea where tf Wart and Verruca came from, his SM side just tells him to give them orders. (He likes to vibe with Verruca sometimes tho)

- As La Résistance got closer with the morphonite, he started to lose what little consciousness he had left.

- After he’s cured, he still remembers his time as SM. Bits and pieces are just fuzzy.

- SM trauma + War trauma = VERY traumatized Ryan (he feels guilty regarding both instances)

- He doesn’t cry, but encourages others to express their emotions freely

- Has angry outbursts (from military trauma)

- Gets along well with Dr. White (mutation trauma besties!!)

- Doesn’t really talk to anyone besides Sheriff and White

- highly protective of Sheriff

- Very skittish, still goes by his precautions from the military.

- Sleepwalks from high anxiety (if he’s not sleepwalking, then he isn’t asleep at all)

- because he just doesn’t sleep, he ends up befriending BP (insomnia besties!!)

- the only person who’s done better than Shooter in COD. (This creates an episode-worthy disaster in which Shooter becomes extremely jealous of Ryan, and Ryan is completely oblivious to it/hj)

- Is the only one who still calls Sheriff Jim (He didn’t catch onto the nickname…)

- Sometimes the other La Résistance members call him “Deputy,” and he’s confused out of his mind.

- fond of how close Sheriff and Shooter are (he’s proud of his gay brother >:3)

- probably Bicurious

#mutant busters #ryan #ryan mutant busters #sheriff #sheriff mutant busters #headcannons #ryan headcannons!#yippee #he deserved so much better #<3

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therealpontius · 2 years ago

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Draw me like one of your french girls

Cute fluff that came to me while drawing chris

Warnings: humiliation

You where working with the jackass cast. Basically the maid, bring them food, drinks and go out and buy stuff if they decided they needed it last minute. You had gotten quite close to the boys and obviously that came with a nickname, ‘fairy godmother’ was yours.

Days on set werent that busy, you drew alot to pass the time and often your drawings would get a heartagram or scribble over them by bam, chris was the only one who stuck up for you in these situations “bam stop being a prick” chris would say looking over your shoulder at the ruined art work “its what i do best” bam would reply slyly “too fucking right” chris would mutter under his breath into your ear making you giggle.

It would be the biggest lie in the world if you said u didnt crush on pontius alot. You would find yourself turning guys down because you felt like you wouldnt be able to live with having to see chris everyday. Yeah okay maybe there was no flirting between you and chris but he was just a breath of fresh air compared to the others. If you seemed down he would wait behind and make sure if you where okay so that he didnt embarrass you infront of the others.

This day inparticular was so quite, most the boys where off apart from bam, ryan, johnny and chris. Chris only had one bit to film but decided to hang out with you all day in the tent. You where both tired and you where drawing so he was alittle quieter than usual, staring off into space since nothing was distracting his hyperactive brain. You took your chance and decided to draw him, had to be quick tho so that he didnt move away. 20 minutes later the drawing was REALLY coming together, maybe it was because how passionate you where about him but you really done a good job.

*SNATCH* in your horror the picture was snached from you as soon as you took your pencil off it and you looked behind you to see bam, ryan and johnny laughing at it “what?” Chris laughed, nothing was funny but the sound of his three friends laughing made him giggle too. Behind you where the four men staring at your drawing, your face bright red. All you could do was walk away and tell jeff you where sick.

That night you couldnt even eat, your body greased with anxiety. You didnt get the picture back, you didnt even try to talk to any of the boys or try snatch it back. God what if he doesnt like me and now he thinks im a total weirdo. You couldnt help but toss and turn for hours.

The thing you dreaded most happened. You woke up. You didnt try to look better, just shoved on mom jeans and a crop top. This time you didnt bring your note pad. Parking outside work and seeing chris’s truck felt like needles in your shoes, instead of going to your usual seat you hovered around the cameras.

An hour had passed and you felt a soft tap on your shoulder, you turned round to see chris. A blush peppered over his cheeks “i.. um” he handed you a peace of paper and you looked at it blushing too. “I thought id try and draw you too. I really liked your drawing of me” the squiggly drawing was of you. At the top of the drawing it said ‘fairy godmother’ and had little hearts scattered around it. You giggled slightly and lifted your head to see his face bright red, you placed a long kiss on his cheek leaving red lipstick behind “chris cmon its time to film!” Jeff shouted pulling chris away, the kiss that he was unaware of still left on his cheek…

#jackass #chris pontius #wildboyz #ryan dunn #bam margera #johnny knoxville #fanfic #spotify #mtv jackass #dickhouse

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anna1306 · 2 years ago

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can i request dylan/jacob from the quarry? if that’s alright ☺️🙏

And I am back. I will try to get some time to write more in the nearest future. And I will think about how to get things more easier here, as I will write not only about the Lost Boys, but couple of other fandoms too. Maybe other blog, but I am still thinking

As to this request, I am not so sure if you tried to request Ryan/Dylan, as they are more 'canon', but here we ship everyone, so feel free to ask more if you want to c:

Relationship headcanons

Jacob x Dylan

It wasn't very unexpected, but still felt a bit... Weird.

Dylan was outgoing from the start, making friends with everyone in their group. He even managed to talk with silent Ryan. He was not loud, but still very present and friendly.

Jacob was outgoing too. But his jokes were more lewd or stupid and noone laughed with him. Maybe Emma smiled a bit.

But Dylan... Oh, he giggled at every small joke there was. Confidence boost? A giant one! Even if Jacob seemed like stupid guy with no filter or fear and anxiety, he had some self-esteem issues. Dylan cured them with ease.

Even in work Dylan could come up with the best idea, still joking around and being productive at the same time. Honestly, Jacob envied him sometimes. He could never be serious and sarcastic at the same time. And even if Dylan had to explain his jokes sometimes to him - it wasn't that bad, his tone never became a condescending one.

The problem was - Jacob couldn't understand what was missing from the picture. They quickly became buddies and even somewhat friends. But... Something was missing. He could feel it. They laughed, they hung out together, even partied. They could even discuss something more serious that was troubling one or the other. But...

Dylan was more than funny buddy. More than a reliable co-worker. More than clever and cool friend. He was cute, he was smart and he was... No, it couldn't be it.

But it was exactly that, no matter how hard Jacob tried to escape those thoughts. A huge crush. And when all of your life you were thinking you were straight and the other minute you questioned your preferences... Of course it was strange to him and made him think about a lot of things.

Dylan, on the other hand, noticed his own 'attractions' in the past, so he wasn't surprised if once or twice he held his gaze on Jake longer than it needed. The guy was ripped, strong and hot and they were in a summer camp. Of course he was... Intrigued to say the least.

The talk was spontaneous, awkward and a bit drunk. They tried to clean the space after their party, as Kaitlyn said she was done cleaning after them. The talk about nonsense and stupid jokes slowly became more serious and in the end... There was a passionate kiss.

Yeah, cliché, but on the next day other councillors couldn't understand why they were avoiding each other.

There was another talk, after their first kiss, after their confession. It took them some time to work up the courage, several days even. But they worked it out. They decided to keep things low key and take it slowly. They both weren't sure and didn't know how to proceed in a situation like that.

Jacob was awkward. His jokes often was followed by nervous giggle. He tried to present himself as this cool, nonchalant, hot dude, but sometimes he appeared to be a little oblivious to things and a bit... Himbo. When Dylan called him like that for the first time, Jacob was confused and a bit offended. Only a bit though.

Dylan knew his way around words, but he still sometimes mumbled and didn't know how to express all of his feelings. He tried to be funny and entertaining for Jacob. He was cool and Dylan didn't want to show his more nerdy side. But Jacob was very accepting of it, not even offended when Dylan was showing off his knowledge, more excited.

And yes, while they think that they were being secretive - they really don't. Everybody knows the truth. Nick and Amy are encouraged to show their affections to each other now. Ryan just watches from afar. And Kaytlin and Emma are shipping them and try to catch them in the moment.

Which, by the way, they are very slow to approach. They are very cautious, as this is their first time being with a guy. And for the first time they are content with just kissing sometimes and hang out together.

Dates in the radio cabin, and mutual playlists are a must.

When it comes to the "main events", Jacob is still behind the reason they get stuck there. Only this time he wants to get down to business with Dylan, afraid that after the camp they will part their ways.

After Truth or dare game, where Dylan kiss Ryan, Jacob could get jealous the same way and leave all of them to swim with Emma. But the minute everything goes to shit, he is searching for Dylan and worries for his safety.

The outcome of the night depends on how things go.

If both of them survive and don't get turned, they just cling to each other, even when the police arrives. Jacob is horrified by Dylan's injured arm and could even protect him from the aggressive cops.

If Dylan turns, his inner wolf would seek Jacob to express all of his feelings (mostly negative ones), and Jacob could either fall victim to him or get him to go away or at least not to attack him (depends on what he says and how he acts).

If Jacob turns, his wolf would seek Dylan to protect him from the others. He probably would try to drag him away from the councilors, counting them as danger too. If Dylan is smart about it and doesn't act out, he would make it out just fine.

If both of them turns, they would reunite and just run through the night together.

If one of them die, the other one would be devastated. Whether by the hand of one of them or because of others - doesn't matter.

If the curse isn't lifted and one of them stay turned, they would stick to each other. Even if Jacob is horrified and Dylan doesn't know what to do, they are still by each other side, contemplating their further actions.

And even if the main events never happen and they leave the camp in time, they still keep communication and occasionally meet with each other promising to find the same college to go to. Or at least two colleges that are close by to not be apart for long.

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speechtherapydubai · 1 year ago

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chronocidalrage · 2 years ago

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Dexter Holland’s Favorite Subject

SELF ESTEEM I think most of my bad days are just low self-esteem days. Days when I feel challenged beyond my limits. Days when I’m not getting the validation that could offset it, all that shit. Just believe in yourself more and relax, do what makes sense to you. Your opinion on yourself matters WAY more than anyone else’s!

UNCOMFORTABLE I’m super uncomfortable again today and I don’t know why. Nothing feels good. Nothing feels right.

I think I’m annoyed that I’m kinda dreading Christmas. I don’t want to feel alone again but I know that I will. I know I’ll feel let down by Mom and Scott. I know I’ll feel alone. I used to love Christmas so much. What the fuck. It’s not fair. But I can’t have it. It’s gone. Christmas as I knew and loved it is gone. Every year I should gift myself a good Christmas.

I'm also annoyed by how useless I feel at work. But I don’t care enough to make myself less useless. I have to really start learning. Figuring shit out. It’s fine to fuck up but then I should figure out HOW/WHY I fucked up. Don’t do it for the "man," do it for yourself, your anxiety, and eventual confidence.

I feel fat, but movies and junk food are all that really feel good to me. But I have to stop. I have to eat better and exercise and feel good. I’d be so much more comfortable going out there and doing things. Living my life.

I miss Atom. I think I’d like to see Atom. I’d feel better if I saw him. I could be the complete loser I am and feel totally loved. Not gonna happen though. Oh well lol.

I think I’d feel at least a little better if I were making cool shit. Start making shit then! Write. Draw some sketches for the comic idea.

I guess it’s pretty obvious what happened to me today: other people. I had days of avoidance and then I got crashed into other people right away: picking up Susie from the airport, going to work for hours for no good reason, being around Susie all day today (which is great but causes some of my dumb issues to rise because I obsess over her opinion of me).

I think I’m just uncomfortable because of other people. Their opinions of me. What they expect. How little I can expect from them (no one to see Die Hard 2 with this weekend even if I wanted to go, no word from Brendan or Ryan about seeing Violent Night over the previous weekend, expecting the least from my family, Susie seeming fine to the point that I feel so pathetic in comparison to her).

Yeah. This is an “other people” spiral. I think the cure for this stuff is focusing on myself, whatever that means.

Yeah this is the result of me getting a break from the expectations of (and having my own expectations of) other people. I had a nice break for days and then I had to go back to caring about what other people wanted and having to be disappointed by other people not coming through for me. I feel like this when I’m hyper focused on others and can’t see myself through the chaos. I have no real self esteem and my opinion of myself is based entirely on the opinion of others. Most of the foundation of my self esteem was based around the fact that the greatest guy on earth insisted that I was actually the greatest guy on earth. That took a serious hit in recent years. That’s one of the reasons I was so upset when Atom started falling apart. If he’s not perfect, then what does that do to my self esteem? If his judgment isn’t perfect, could he be wrong about me? I guess the secret is to trust myself to know when something is worth accepting or rejecting. I’m not good at that. I always want a co-signer.

I’m always trying to keep track of things. I need to think of EVERYTHING, every possible variable. And my need to do that can get overwhelming easily. Just let shit go? Just "be"?

It’s weird, I can almost feel the difference in my body when I just relax. When I stop caring so much, my body feels lighter.

TOUGH SHIT It’s really hard for me to not think of myself as having already peaked.

How does one enjoy working on something with people if they don’t seem to enjoy it as much? How am I supposed to feel from a normal healthy confident human standard?

What would normal self esteem look like? How does one just believe in themselves?

I sang in front of my singing teacher tonight. It was the first time I comfortably(ish) sang a song in front of another human being in probably 12 or more years. I did okay. My read was that she was being too nice. But she may have actually been proud of me for getting more comfortable in comparison to when I started taking lessons.

It’s weird but I really do look at everything like Susie is above me. That’s how I interpret everything she says and does. As if everything she says and does is the result of her knowing that I'm beneath her. If you imagine two equals running into these minor frustrations, they seem a lot less painful.

But that’s the thing, in the time we’ve been together my opinion of myself has gotten worse and worse and my opinion of her has gotten better and better.

REMEMBER SHE DOESN’T LOOK DOWN ON YOU. SHE WOULDN’T BE HERE IF SHE DID.

The problem is that I love and idolize perfection. My heroes were always perfect. Fictional people. People I could never know in real life and therefore could always remain perfect in my mind. I see good as “perfect and inhuman and always in control.”

Why do I like Batman? He’s perfect. Minus his trauma, he is perfect. His trauma allows me to relate to him on an emotional level but otherwise envy his complete lack of flaws. I saw Atom as perfect. Perfect was good, and I was far from perfect so therefore I was not good.

I think that’s why the night is hard for me. I’m alone with my imperfection. It’s so loud at night and I want it drowned out. I think that for me, love is being treated like I’m perfect. Being made to feel perfect. Because that’s how Atom made me feel. Everything I did or said was good. I felt perfect and since I love perfection, that made me feel loved.

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s0lar-ch3ri · 1 year ago

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and im gonna add to this post mythborne because i love them silly guys

i find that in mythborne it shows liek themes of letting a love for something be corrupting (shown both by romeo and slightly ryan) yet a small kindness someone shows (or even tolerance i think with romeo) can help strength an friendship, that while love yes can show the worst parts unimaginable of you, it can also bring your best out, it just depends on if your willing to compromise with both sides(pluys we see multiple love spectrums with these guys! spoilers below because while ive tried to be vague theres no way to explaining this without spoiling sadly)

connor (brotherly love, platonic love, romantic love(?)): connor has the magical book which seems to have power over death right? well theres a special reason for that book, its because his brother (seemingly his only family) was in the hospital with a terminal illness, so he tried to find a way to have control over death, for him. he basically says "i love you so much, i will mess with natural forces, i could put my life on the line, i will alter whatever i need, all for the sake of curing you and keeping you alive." i say putting his life on the line because that book decayed part of a roof and while using that book during the falling scene something in him had fucking snapped morally. he literally could be morally destroying himself yet hes so invested in fighting for his brother.

on the topic of brothers, you CANNOT tell me connor wasnt atleast someone seeing ryan like a brother. even when ryan somewhat got possessed, even considering how ryan was friends with the guys whod make fun of him, even when ryan was "a liability" (words said by connor and aster), even when conner either had to punch ryan or do something dramatic so he decided to set a fire, they stuck together through it all. i still think about bizly saying "i turn around 'RYAN!' i hug him" because it means a bit more that hes in an insane state right now and set a fire just to not hit his friend.

and for the final kind, romantic love. now, i put the question mark because while bizly confirms connor liked aster and all that, they show a great sister brother relationship too. so ill be focuisng on their non-romantic first then what i think their romantic relationship entails/would have entailed. from what we know with aster, shes very out going on the inside, but shows a more calm and polite attitude (most likely for anxiety or pressures or smth like that) and we see how connor has something similar just more tired and they both become more wild with ryan and let loose whatever chaos they hide away. connor rpobably hides for his brother, but you cant tell me he not once looked in her eyes and thought "by nothing more then hwo i feel, we are connected, we are siblings, and you are all that i love." you cant convince me that if really the death book was damaging him, he only ever considered stopping because aster didnt want to lose the man she loved (again can be taken either way). because connor didnt need to help asters dad, but he did. he didnt have to go to the frat party for biwi, he didnt even have to stay there. yet, maybe it was just his care for his friends, or maybe he wanted to repay aster for getting the rats off him, something had him help them. theyre very much sibling coded and i love it anyways...romance time lmao.

it was confirmed that connor never actually told aster his feelings because he wasnt really all too well for it, and i find that to have a quite deep sense of care in it. maybe he did plan on telling her someday and never got to. maybe he wanted to not fuck it up becuase he cared for her that bad. and maybe he needed to hear how aster cared for him as well, and maybe she was ready for something like it whenever he was. the ideas of being as close as family slowly shifting into an idea of wanting this person to be your family, to grow with them, and maybe finding it wasnt just a sister he saw and a brother she saw but rather a deep love they didnt know how to catagorize. but what if he confessed to her? what if aster took connor out on a date to a float ball game? what if her dad helped her confess? what if connor grabbed her hand after class, and told her he liked her? what if connor read her his favorite books and aster read them too not just because they were interesting but as a way to understand this boy? theres just so much i can imagine with them, some ups and downs too. connor's brothers passing, causing him to go slightly down hill, how he tries to distance knowing its not good for him becuase he doesnt want to see aster sad by him yet she ends up being sad because it hurts how much he cared about his brother and wants to be there for him in this time. how maybe the gardening club and needing to care for biwi made her unable to spend enough time with connor when he needed. but in the end, they power through the hardships of the school and loss and find each other again. how connor admires that even after all hes done, aster still offers to be friends with romeo and doesnt try to fight him. how aster sees that connor immensely cares for his friends and goes along with what they do only and only for them. they continue adventuring together and even at their worsts they are wholey loved by the other. at their bests theyre loved so much by each other. either way, connor means so much to aster as she means to him, romantically and platonically.

aster (fatherly love, platonic love, romantic love(?)): ok finally we talk about aster and her father. its very obvious she loves him a lot despite all the times he embarrasses her. when he points her out in a crowd knowing how she doesnt want that kind of attention, she still loves him. when he does something silly for the attention and she gets second hand embarrassment, she still loves him. and when he puts his life on the line to save his students, not even letting his daughter convince him to run, she still loves him. and it works back to her too. when he gets a taste of his own medicine, he still loves her. whenever he knowing embarrasses her, he still loves her. when she goes wild and puts matters into her and her friends hands, he still loves her. nothing will change that, even when she starts rambling on about Ratnarok when their school mascot was never a rat.

platonically, she deeply cares for her friends like she cares for her dad. through everything, she loves them and they love her back. and she seems more free with them. when in the floatball stadium, she held back from screaming at ryan to play better. alone with them, shed try her best to whoop his ass just to show him. sure, she can be seen as the only sane one, but thats more like the least mentally ill person on tumblr, its not by much. shes wild, shes crazy, she uses alpha over animals with humans mostly and became an animorph once! and its because of her friends that she feels comfortable being expressed like that.

this one wont be long as i talked about it a bit with connors part, but she has much care towards connor and i can see her being immensely in love yet not feeling the need to say it then because theres already enough on his plate. to me, theyre characters that are "i can protect myself and you can protect yourself yet i will always try my best to protect you still because i love you and can." (also these dont exactly fit but it feels symbolistic because aster has powers of animals and plants and cares for those deeply, while connor is closely related to death with magic of that, like ying and yang type shit)

ryan (platonic love, love of the game): im doing the love of the game first because having a passion for something still counts as love because you probably love it to have a passion for it. ryan is very much so a jock and while he seems to not always be the smartest, hes very concentrated and dare i say calculated on the field in the area he thrives in. it makes sense he enjoys it, it connects him to both of his friend groups. as he and the j crew fight for the win together as a team, aster and connor watch from the side lines cheering him on the whole game.

speaking of his friend groups, it's slightly shown that his love for the j crew and his friends may be so different that ryan literally talks about how his coping of putting on a different personality infront of each is self destructive and i can quote from him "i dont know who i am actually". like i mentioned before, this is a kind of love that seems to corrupt him but its so internal and looks so innocent you never see it in the end. i just hope that idea goes away in the end, but since mythborne is over i only can headcanon it (getting WORSE /hj)

romeo (love of his craft): the main villain, the rat man, the fucking tree, i gotta mention him. his love for acting definitely was a corrupted one, as it lead him to fucking ratnarok so the floatball game would be cancelled and people would watch his play. however, we see it get changed somewhat. his corruption is also added in by the j-crew, who teased him for being a very drama kid, showing a lack of love for his work. however, when aster shows she cares for his art, he calms down and stops. because hes obviously not all that sane if his immediate response is "floatball game gets more attention then my play->motherfucking RATS" he didnt really need to do this but assumed thats how hed get the attention his craft wanted, and thats where the story means so much. how corrupted a love can be and if nobody is there to help it gets darker and darker, yet its never really a case of "harder to save" but more "seems to be harder to save".

anyways sorry for long post i will be talking about my boys more stay tuned

tbh I think the running theme of every jrwi campaign is love - platonic, romantic, whatever. how it makes us better. how it makes us worse. what we're willing to do for it and because of it. how it's found in unlikely places and how it shapes us as people

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hoperays-song · 2 years ago

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#8?

8. Nicknames? And, if so, how did they originate?

Oh boy, there are a ton of nicknames. Johnny's family is extremely fond of nicknames and he's rarely ever called by anything but a nickname. So, for him, nicknames are more commonly used than regular names. And Ryan just really likes them.

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Nicknames for Ryan include:

Ry: The most common nickname of Ryan's and not exclusively used by Johnny, just a shortened version of his name.

Sunshine: This was the first semi flirty/teasing nickname Johnny ever started calling Ryan. It started after they were assigned to be roommates during the Majestic stay and Johnny quickly realized how much of the opposite of a morning person Ryan was. He enjoys using it to make fun of “how much of a ray of sunshine” Ryan is before coffee. Ryan just rolls his eyes at it at this point.

Anxiety Cure: While Johnny rarely ever says this one aloud, this is how Johnny talks about Ryan to his friends when he was trying to be subtle about his crush. It's actually Ryan's contact name in his phone based on how Ryan was actually really reassuring and comforting whenever he'd mess up in training aka curing his anxiety.

प्यार: It means love in Hindi (which I think was Johnny's mum's first language so he speaks it as well). Johnny started calling Ryan this a few weeks into their relationship. He was a little nervous to see how Ryan would react to it, but he ended up melting pretty much any time he hears it so Johnny uses it a lot. The first time he let the nickname slip around his dad though he got teased about it for months.

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Nicknames for Johnny include:

Johns/John: The most common nickname of Johnny's and not exclusively used by Ryan, just a shortened version of his name.

Pretty Boy: Ryan has been calling Johnny this since the day they met (while only privately to his friends at first). He never really hid his affection for the boy and while Johnny took the nickname in a teasing way, Ryan absolutely meant it flirtatiously. It is also Johnny’s name in his phone and the cause of much teasing by other dancers and crew members.

親愛的: It means darling in Cantonese (which I do think Ryan would speak due to his mother and grandmother). Ryan actually started calling Johnny this before they got together and refused to tell him what it meant. Johnny just assumed it meant something like goofball or idiot (since Ryan would call him it a lot if he was acting stupid or making bad decisions). It wasn’t until Ryan’s little sisters asked Johnny if he was dating their big brother since he was his “darling”. After that, Johnny turned into a blushing mess every time he heard it, even after they got together.

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I hope you enjoyed!!

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do-i-look-like-a-doctor · 2 years ago

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Hacketteer Headcanons: They all retain wolfish quirks after being cured of infection

So imagine that everyone got infected then cured at the end. Bang bang Silas is dead, rip, everyone wakes up half naked and very confused

They all may not notice it right away but some part of them remains wolf/inhuman and it varies for each but a few things they all share

One thing shared is their eyes

Their eyes turn back to their normal colors but there’s specks of yellow within them

Luckily, it’s more of a golden hue instead of the poisonous yellow that their werewolf counterparts had

Another thing they all share is the way their teeth seemed to reform

It was a bit painful at first because their mouths went from normal teeth with dull canines to sharper edged all around

It’s not like shark teeth, mind you. It’s more so that their canines got long and most of their back teeth now have a sharper edge

Their jaws hurt for a while because of the sudden change but a few dentist trips and some meds fixed that up

The biggest similarity in all 9 of them is their enhanced strength that sort of comes out in waves

Imagine it like this: Nick managed to rip a door handle off by accident the day after being cured of infection meanwhile Kaitlyn’s strength kicks in a week later and she smashes a wall while hanging a picture

It would take a while for them to get used to the strength as it impacts literally everything

The normal grip they use to grab coffee or shake a hand is suddenly bone-crushing, it’s honestly scary at first but some self-training does the trick

Those are the shared similarities so let’s get into the more unique ones

Dylan is a worry-wart who wants to collect his friends like little trinkets and keep them safe in a box so no one gets hurt

He can’t manage to do that obviously because no one is a trinket and he doesn’t have a big enough box

So he tends to herd them away from danger instead and safe areas are his thing

He also is the most nimble bodied of the group now as his wolfish strength went to his legs and arms

He takes parkour to a new level essentially

Not to mention he is the fastest and he learned that the hard way after messing with Nick's stuff to much

He's a runner he's a trackstar, mess with an Australian's sandles will get you new scars~

His protective mindset does cause him more anxiety tho as his “pack” is very diverse and separated due to housing locations

He may be at the opposite end of town but he will be damned if his legs won't get him to those in distress

Abigail shared the same anxiety except hers is more of a possession thing

She never minded sharing items but now she’s terrified of her things being stolen/lost

Her room becomes a sort of sanctuary and only those close to her can come in

Oh you asked her if you could borrow a pencil? Good luck because she’ll break your fingers

Despite that she became a more nurturing werewolf and while Dylan frets and runs to the rescue of their friends it’s Abigail who takes them off of him and patches them up

Oh Emma got a scrape? She’s there with a bandaid while Dylan runs back out

Very much medic duo

Another thing she kept was the raw energy within a werewolf's body

Her need for new scenery art is fixed simply by casually scaling mountains or climbing giant trees so she can find new things to scribble

Speaking of Emma she got something dangerously fun

You know how the werewolves were like mad agile and healed in two seconds? Yeah she does that now

Ms. Girl doesn’t even hesitate to do anything at all

She could crash her car for fun and break each bone in her body and be running within a minute

She gives everyone a heart attack each time, especially Abi, so she tries to keep the danger low

She also has this tendency to rub herself on things she wants/claims

The wolf in her sees something remotely interesting and she suddenly hugs it

Same for people. Ryan is looming around menacingly? Yeah she’s sneaking up on him for a quick side hug

Her friends are people? No they’re her people

Also her new need to assert herself over specifically Jacob? 11/10 fun to watch

She tries to tower him but he is rather... dense so he doesn't even realize what's going on

Emma suffers severe small-dog syndrome but it's small-werewolf syndrome

She doesn't really know why she feels the urge to jump at Jacob all the time but it's all good natured in the end

Ryan is… weirdly normal

He did spike up a few more inches and has this like growling issue going on but other then that he’s less intense then the others

It’s mostly to do with the fact he’s already aloof and a mystery

He is the anti-social werewolf who hides behind Dylan when they go to Wendy's

The growling though? Why does he keep doing that-

It’s more subconscious and he does it for a million reasons

Filling the silence, humming to music, comforting someone, threatening others to back off, self-soothing, etc

You name it he has a growl for it

He also is the master at “hunting” and his nose is on point and he hates it but also loves it

He can find anything you ask for but he had to learn how to block out bad smells and he’s very sensitive to most things

This does come with a small consequence and that is the temptation to follow animal smell

Instincts are a bitch and his now say to hunt down any animal he somewhat gets a whiff of because food

Like I said tho he learns to block it off for the most part

He especially had to learn how to manage Jacob’s smell because the man became Hulk after transforming

Jacob’s quirk is his super strength and mass amount of overprotectiveness

He can and will throw hands with everyone and anything if it means keeping those around him safe

Him, Dylan and Abi become a sort of protection trio

One fights off the threat, another grabs the person they’re rescuing, and the third fixes any injury

Jacob, while not the wisest, does manage his strength well and he is usually the one called to fix up things

He can deadlift cars like no other

He also shared the growling quirk with Ryan but its normally just happy growls

Another thing he picked up was this strange need for tidiness/possession, kinda like Abi, but with him he is willing to share

Need to borrow a hoodie? Sure, take his yellow one, but he will be sprinting down the street for it the next day

When it comes to running down streets though it’s not Jacob to worry about it’s Nick

Nick became feral after being cured and it has everyone wondering is he is still infected

Not like he transforms still or anything but he became rather… sporadic in a sense

He was always such a gentlemen and he still is but it’s to just his friend group and more specifically Abi

He’s the one who is snapping at strangers, huffing around his house like a cooped up dog, and he will happily tackle his friends no hesitation

He often sights them out and likes to play cat and mouse, much to everyone’s dismay, and he usually wins unless he’s chasing Dylan

With Abi he’s completely different they’re like Yin and Yang

If he tackles Ryan in a store it’s Abi who calms him down and shoos him away

Her presence in general calms down the restlessness that his wolf side suffers from

To be fair the way he acts does have an underlying cause which is anxiety over the fact the group is separated because once again, home location

The anxiety does one full circle for everyone tbh

The only person who’s not that anxious over most is Max because his wolf side seemed to swap places with a golden retriever

Loyal to a fault but he doesn’t snap at people, growl much, or do the wolf things he’s more relaxed

But you can def tell he was once a werewolf because god damn his eyes are the brightest yellow and he has some strong ass arms and core strength and- holy shit his teeth are razors

Remember the scrapyard incident? Werewolf jumps at everything in sight like it’s nothing? Yeah Max can do that

His stamina is the greatest out of everyone he’s not fast like Dylan but he can outrun him purely because he doesn’t get tired

A very… allusive wolf oddly enough he is very good at just disappearing and he can be very scary at certain times

His eyes being the brightest and teeth the sharpest make him look menacing but then he starts talking and it’s like ‘ah friendly golden dogboy’

Laura on the other hand? Literal opposite her and Nick are almost on the same page

She wasn’t a werewolf for long but she managed to retain a lot of the spunk and the wolf in her is extremely tough

What I’m trying to say is she bites

Her hearing is probably the biggest aspect she kept and she can pick up anything from miles away

It bothered her at first because who wants to hear people talking and bees buzzing all the time?

She learned eventually how to tune it out and focus on what’s in front of her but that makes her on edge most of the time

The wolf inside her is untrusting of the environment so to not use her ears has her jittery but Max soothes her a lot

Remember the scene where she is turning and jumps off a roof and lands on her feet like a queen? Yeah she does dramatic entrances like that a lot

Terrifies tf out of everyone except Max who’s like hehe girlfriend :))

She does the tackle play-fight thing that Nick does except she doesn’t need Max to calm her down

She’s the werewolf that scurries away out the window the second she gets scolded unlike Nick who wants to lunge at scolder

And who’s the one that scolds the most? Kaitlyn herself

She is the pack mother-hen which is unfortunate for her tbh

She has this tendency to call up everyone purely because she gets so worried they aren’t taking care of themselves

It’s weird to her how she went from a human who didn’t show much of her soft side to a wolf person that needs to show it or she’ll go crazy

She howls. She doesn’t mean to but she can’t help it

It’s like a self soothing type of deal, much like Ryan with the growls

She does like to rub her scent on things but it’s not a possession habit it’s a safety habit

If an area is safe she will scent it so the others will also know it’s a good place to be

She’s short but… nope she’s still short even with werewolf blood but her muscle? Good luck fighting her

She can finally have a fair chance at beating Jacob in arm-wrestling

Her sense of surrounding sky-rocketed and suddenly the world feels more alive and crisp and every little noise is fun

She’ll be snapping her neck with how fast she turns around to check something out

Curiosity at its finest unless it’s a rodent in those cases she’ll try and attack it because hunting instinct is on point

In game she's a badass and even here she’s a badass but make it ever so slightly nervous for the well-being of her friends

In all the Hacketteers became an anxious, outgoing, fun-loving, loyal to each other, bitey, most likely rabid pack of werewolf like people who love one-another in some way

Sure their eyes are a bit different now, especially Max’s, but who’s to judge?

Nothing wrong with some werewolf blood, afterall

Just don’t get in the way of any of them cause all that they need to do is let out a howl

Suddenly you have all 9 counselors on you before you can say “werewolves are real and they ate my entire ass”

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I wrote this with confidence and I love it

Songs that got me through this: HandClap - Fitz and the Tantrums , If It Means A Lot to You - A Day to Remember, Tangerine - Mosie

This was worth the lack of sleep cuz look at it

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A wide range of emotions and thoughts are left with the aftermath of the previous night. Unsure what to feel, Aurora goes through some inner battles. And to top it off, her suspicions are raised about someone she thought she could trust.

AU: star-being!harry x astronomy-student!aurora

Content warnings: mentions of substance use

AURORA'S POV

The crisp morning air woke me up, creating goosebumps on my skin as I became more aware of my surroundings. Birds chirped around me, and for a moment I had forgotten that I had fallen asleep outside. Or even what had happened last night. It was like a really weird dream that lasted for hours.

With my hands tucked to my chest, I nuzzled into the body that laid next to me as the breeze brushed past us. It was bitterly cold, reminding me that the fall was morphing into the next season of winter. I liked this time of the year, but hated how cold it got. However, the warmth of the person that held me tightly was warming enough to make my heart flutter at this early hour.

But then I realized.

My eyes shot open, but my body stayed still. I blinked hard, looking at the faded out band shirt that my face was nuzzled into. I let out a shallow breath as my head craned up towards the face of the body. Harry had his nose tucked into my hair with his arms wrapped tightly around my torso. For a moment, I forgot that I had even fallen asleep with him. I felt his hot breath that spread onto the scalp of my head, my hand placing onto his chest softly.

I hadn't even noticed that he had given me most of the blankets. He did say that the cold reminded him of home, but I didn't think he was going to give me all of the blankets, leaving him none to spare. I wondered if he was freezing right now, just like how I was.

Memories of last night flooded my brain the more that I laid there, eyes wandering around the body that I was tucked into. Last night was so much fun. I felt so refreshed, but at the same time, I felt a bit hungover. Nothing like acid to cure my foggy brain, but the weed to make it ten times harder to wake up the next morning. It was a reason why I preferred not to smoke on nights that I had classes.

I never wanted to wake up the next morning.

Rubbing my eye with my knuckle, I used my elbow to slowly lift myself up to search around the bed of the truck. Nina and Ryan were still nowhere to be found. A frown etched onto my lips, anxiety suddenly spreading through my chest. What if they really had gotten lost? We tried to find them last night, but it was so dark and each call of their name followed pure silence. I chalked it up to them either having too much fun together, or they were asleep in their own cocoon of leaves.

I felt Harry start to toss from beside me, his large hand resting on my hip as he squeezed it carefully. His eyes were still shut, his lips smacking together. I must've woken him up when I sat up, but I tried to be as careful as I could not to wake him. I didn't even know what time it was, but by the looks of it, it seemed to be early in the morning with the way the sun barely rested over the tops of the trees.

I rested back down into his arms, placing my hand onto his to let him know I was still there, and that I wasn't going anywhere without him. At least, I hadn't planned on it. I had no idea where to start the hunt for Nina and Ryan anyway, so I hoped he would wake up soon so we could start. My brain was still so cluttered and foggy that it was hard to focus on a solid plan to begin with.

We laid there for what seemed like eternity, his fingers brushing alongside my hips carefully as I tried not to fall back asleep in the warmth he invited me into. I was never a morning person, never really claimed to be. I was glad that Harry didn't immediately start talking when he woke up. In fact, he still kept his eyes closed, but he was very much still awake from the movements of his body.

After a few moments, I looked up towards him. He must've felt my eyes on him because a mere second later, one of his eyes popped open to gaze down at me. They were half lidded and full of sleep. He parted his lips, swiping his tongue along the bottom of his lip before nuzzling his nose into my hair.

"Good morning." His voice was heavy, raspy even. My heart thumped at the sudden lowness of his voice, and a smile crept onto my lips as I went back to staring at his faded shirt.

"Nina and Ryan are still gone." I said softly, a sigh following after. I had really wished that Nina wouldn't have run off like that and not come back after nighttime. She knew that it was going to worry me, but I couldn't help it. I barely knew Ryan and only God knew what they had gotten into last night.

"I know." He mumbled sleepily as his finger left their spot on my hip to rub at his sleepy, red eyes. "I'm sure they are around here somewhere."

I bit down onto my lip, contorting my body to turn over onto my back. A huff left my lips as I mustered up the strength to push myself off of my back to sit up. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust, but once they did, I saw the open field where Harry and I had just sprinted in last night. I could even spot out the small leaf pile across the field that was buried deep into the ground from our actions. The green grass glistened with moisture. It had almost looked like something out of a cartoon, and if I stepped into it, my feet would become wet with its nature-like-bath.

I blinked hard. Looking out to the field had all the memories rush back to my mind. Staring at the leaf pile across the field, the actions of us kissing each other desperately came up. I swallowed thickly, placing a hand onto my thigh as my fingers gripped onto my pants. I didn't want this to change things. I liked them the way they were before, and I just hoped that things weren't going to be weird now. Kissing Harry was everything and more, but I couldn't help but feel a ping of regret in the back of my mind.

I shook my head. It wasn't what I needed to think of right now.

I needed to find Nina and Ryan first.

"Nina!" I called out into the field. My voice cracked, reminding me that I hadn't used my full voice just yet. It always seemed to crack in the morning as if I was a pubescent kid. Its raspiness only added onto it. "Nina! Are you out there?"

Zoning into the field, I squinted my eyes as I caught a glimpse of what seemed to be two bodies laying on the grass on a pile of blankets. Using the palms of my hands, I crawled forward towards the end of the truck bed and looked a bit harder.

A body suddenly shot up from the pile, showing a messy haired Nina with a wide smile on her lips. Her original flowers had long been gone, I imagined, with only a singular petal buried in the strands left. I let out a sigh of relief, slumping my shoulders down as I waved towards her. She waved back at me, then pointed towards Ryan who was still laying down on the blankets.

"Good morning! Once I get him up, I'll come over!" She yelled out.

I rolled my eyes playfully before crawling back into the blankets that brought back that familiar warmth. Harry had sat there, dazed, his eyes blank as if he wasn't really thinking much of anything. I wondered if he was okay after last night, and if he was feeling the after effects of the drugs we had taken.

"You okay?" I mumbled softly towards him.

He glanced at me out of the corner of his eye, cracking a small smile before he eased back under the blankets with me. This time he hadn't wrapped his arms around me, instead he rested the back of his head onto the palms of his hands.

"Yeah, just tired." He grumbled. His morning voice– there was something about it that didn't quite match the way he was, but I still found it attractive. Scratchy and deep. Sleepy and slurred.

I hummed in acknowledgement, shutting my eyes for a moment as I soaked in the moment. I could hear the faint rumblings of Nina and Ryan's voices mixing together. Her laughs were always so recognizable that I could swear that I would be able to identify it from miles away. It was infectious, to say the least. I hoped that I would never have to lose the privilege of hearing it.

It only mildly rinsed over the fact that I wanted to scold her for worrying me like that.

"Good morning, my beautiful people!" Nina sing-songed in a giggle.

I sat up on my shoulders, fighting off the grin that dared to spread across my face. It was hard to be mad at someone who only bounced off sunshine the way that she did. While I was sure that I had mascara smeared from the sleep, somehow she never looked a bit out of place. Even her morning hair looked as if it was meant to be like that. Every stray piece that curled in a different pattern from its neighbors was perfectly curated to be that way, I was sure of it.

Even if she did look a mess, her sense of self never seemed to show it.

"Hey, Nina." I heard Harry grumble from beside me, yet to sit up from his comfortable spot.

I bit back another smile as I tried to force myself to sound stern. "You need to learn to keep your phone–" I paused as I tossed the device in her direction, which she caught effortlessly. "On you at all times! Especially when we're out in a field and anything can happen!"

Nina rolled her eyes playfully as she mindlessly scrolled through her notifications that she had missed. "Yes, mom. Please don't ground me." She pouted out a sarcastic lip as she walked closer, leaning her arms on the side of the truck nearest me.

"But it wasn't like I didn't also see you two frollicking around in the field, too. Sure seemed like you guys were having fun." She smirked, pushing herself back off the truck to stand back beside Ryan.

I opened my mouth to rebuttal against her words, but she raised an eyebrow at me as if she wanted me to challenge her.

I had no idea what exactly she had all seen and that made me nervous. I remembered a good percentage of what had happened last night, but maybe there were missing fragments. I definitely didn't want to find out the possibilities of what she had seen in front of anyone else, especially Harry. I didn't need him to see me get flustered over the recollections.

I just really hoped that she hadn't seen the one particular scene that involved the bout of intimacy we shared. I knew she was going to eventually know about it, but it wasn't something I wanted aired out in front of everyone either. I would tell her when I was ready, and hopefully she would actually be surprised.

It only took us about an hour to finally will ourselves to clean up everything. Our rumbling stomachs were the biggest contribution to getting it together. The thought of a hearty meal after all the energy we exerted previously was reason enough for me to quickly gather and fold up all the blankets that were now sprinkled with bits of dead leaves and grass. One of them even had a faint smell of alcohol still lingering within the fabric, but I wasn't surprised.

All in a night's work of having fun, right?

The ride back home was a lot of listening in on the conversation going on in the front seat. It was hard to gauge exactly what was being talked about as I watched Ryan and Nina giggle to themselves. It made my heart warm watching their subtle touches as they spoke, engaging each other physically into the conversation as they joked amongst each other. It was like watching a scene from a movie. This would have been a perfect clip for a montage that played a cute, upbeat song in the background.

I would've watched it, anyway.

But watching them was the only thing that kept my brain occupied from jumping to what all went on last night and led into this morning. The fog of waking up had finally subsided and reality was now in my face. His grip that he had on me throughout the night still lingered on my skin as I continued to think about it. It was like I was afraid of it, but craved it at the same time. I wanted it to happen again, but I was scared to sink deeper than I already found myself sinking into in the first place.

I hated how awkward I felt, sitting there beside Harry as we stayed silent. I could feel his eyes briefly run over to me every now and then, but I would pretend like I didn't notice it. I even noticed his fingers trail closer, as if to be an open invitation for me to welcome in his touch. The only thing I could think to do was sit there on my phone to busy my fingers with typing. It filled me with a lot of guilt quite honestly, but I couldn't help it. It was all I knew what to do.

I wasn't sure how to deal with situations like this. I had hookups before, sure, but this was much different. Hookups didn't mean cuddling afterwards or feeling comfort in the other's touch in general. Feelings were to never be involved, let alone any kind of attachments. The second an attachment is formed, it's like an emotional contract that you can't get out of. It's legally binding. No lawyer could dig you out of that hole. So, in order to never fall down into it, you should never find yourself walking towards it to begin with.

But, when hallucinogens were brought into the equation last night, it was hard to act against what felt natural. Being with him and feeling along his body while he felt along mine felt like the right thing to do. It felt like it was exactly what I was born to do, what he was born to do. I didn't want to stop, but I did. That was the most unnatural feeling I had felt in a long time– not allowing myself access to what felt right.

I just didn't want to come to terms with how it all made me feel, because the moment that it did, everything would change. So, for now, I stayed silent.

"Looks like you have someone not-so-patiently awaiting your arrival." Nina chuckled, pointing towards my window painted with new, wet nose prints.

I hadn't even noticed we got to my apartment until she said that, honestly. But, the sight of Astro sticking her nose against the living room window was enough to shake me from whatever this feeling was. It was like a breath of fresh air from the confusion spinning inside me. It was also nice to see my apartment in its newly refined condition, not met with its earlier mystical destruction.

I hurriedly unbuckled my seat and grabbed my bag, slinging it over my shoulder as I swung the door open.

"I'll see you guys later!" I shouted right before shutting the door behind me.

With my back turned and already walking down the path, I heard Harry's voice from the window.

"Aurora!" He shouted, causing me to spin back around. "What time do you want me to come back so we can go to the planetarium?" His smile curled at the corners with eyes that matched that same sparkle.

God, was it hard to look him in the eyes right now with these feelings going on. Was this on purpose? Was all of this not punishment enough?

I smiled anyway. "Yeah, just give me a bit and we can head over. I'll text you."

I couldn't get into the shower fast enough. I felt really good after last night's trip, but I always felt like I needed a good shower after any kind of outdoor adventure. Something about rolling around in the leaves and dirt just leaves you feeling sticky, yet dry at the same time.

As the hot water hit my skin, my forehead pressed against the wall as I allowed the water to run down my body. This was the first time I had felt calm in a while, but something was eating me away in the back of my mind.

Truth be told, I hadn't dated anyone since I was in Alaska. Before I left for college, my girlfriend at the time, had broken things off with me. I was shocked, to say the least, we had been together all throughout high school. Her reasoning was valid, though, knowing I was going to be in another country going to school and even if we had stayed together—I would have only gotten to visit for the holidays.

It took me a while to get over it. She was my first love after all and ever since then, I hadn't tried to put myself out there. I didn't feel like I needed to.

Except then I met Nina. We actually went on a date around the time I first moved here. At first I had said no, given I was fresh out of a relationship, but Nina was persistent. As she always was, still to this day.

And as you could guess, we were better off friends. It was no hard feelings, and I had absolutely no regrets about how we developed the friendship that we had now. If anything, it was a fun story to remind each other about every now and then.

But since then, I didn't think I had really tried to put myself out there. Sure, I had one night stands, but those were throwaways. Something I didn't have to deal with the next day. They were simple and both parties knew what to expect out of the exchange.

With Harry, it was really different. I liked him, admittedly, but I didn't think I was ready for anything yet. I felt bad in a way, I didn't know if he knew that or if he was feeling something different.

Given that he wasn't from here, that we faced a lot of cultural differences, I didn't know what was going through his mind whenever we were all over each other last night.

I pushed the thoughts to the back of my mind as I rinsed myself off and stepped out of the shower. Wrapping the towel around me, I walked into my bedroom and started pulling out clothes from my closet.

Astro was laying on the bed, her eyes droopy as she let out a huff. Glancing towards her, a small smile spread across my lips. It was a guilty smile. I hated leaving her alone at night, but I made sure she had everything she needed before I left.

Not to mention she had tackled me the minute I walked into the door this morning. I was sure she had a bit of separation anxiety, but I couldn't blame her. She was a shelter dog, so of course she relied on me, and sometimes I felt like I let her down because of it.

Once I got dressed, I slid into the bed with her and wrapped my arms around her furry body.

"I love you, baby." I mumbled to her as I placed kisses around her head and ears. "Who's my good girl? Who's my good girl?!"

Astro started to whine, her tail wagging as her body wiggled in my arms. I let out a laugh, rolling over to my back as she stood up on all fours, staring down at me while she panted. Her tongue hung out, arching her back with her butt in the air before lapping a stripe of saliva up my cheek.

"Gah!" I laughed out, whipping my face to the side as I took my towel from beside me and wiped my face. "Heeeyy, I just washed my face!"

Suddenly, a knock on the door came from the living room. Astro's head whipped towards the noise, a small whine leaving her as she started to make small circles into the bed. Over and over again. I sat up, a frown curved into my lips as I watched her nervously tap around in circles before standing in front of me.

She had never done this before. I could only assume that she was traumatized from the break in that happened a while ago. Which, honestly, made me feel like a shit dog-mom. I should've protected her more, but I didn't. That was my fault.

"It's okay, baby." I told her softly, rubbing her head as I got off the bed. She buried her face into the blankets as I left the room, but I knew she was staring at me while I walked out.

The sun was out. I knew that Harry was coming over, but I hadn't checked my phone since I got home. I had probably just missed his text that he was on his way.

Still, my heart was beating fast as I walked towards the door. When I opened it, there he was. Standing there. At first, his lips were pursed as he stared down at his feet, surely waiting on me to answer. But then, his head popped up to face me. That crooked smile spread across his lips, his curls falling into his face as his eyes crinkled with happiness. He looked like he was fresh out of the shower too, with clothes that were no longer reeking of the outdoors.

"Aurora, hey." Harry said softly, raising his hand to wave at me. "You ready to go?"

"Hey." I half smiled at him. "Yeah, let me grab my things—"

"I'll get it for you!" Harry said quickly with a smile as he stepped into the doorway. I blinked hard, moving to the side as he leaned over to grab my bag by the door.

"Harry, you don't have to do that—"

"No, it's okay." He said with a lopsided smile, placing the strap of the bag over his shoulder. I cleared my throat, my fingers starting to pick at my cuticles as I nodded towards him.

"Okay." I breathed out a laugh. Harry had both mine and his bag on his back as I followed behind him. He looked from over his shoulder, stopping in his tracks to give me time to keep up with his pace.

"Did you have fun last night?" He asked me as I approached him. I glanced towards him out of the side of my eye, giving him a small nod as a shy smile spread across my lips.

"I did." I told him. "Did you?"

"Most certainly." He breathed out a laugh, his ring cladded fingers clutching around the straps of the bag. "I have never done anything like that before. You said it was called acid? I think I would enjoy doing it again if I was invited to do so."

"Yeah, acid." I whispered softly, scanning the area around us. Talking about drugs out in public always made me nervous. I knew we wouldn't get in trouble because we didn't have anything illegal on us, but what if the professor just so happened to be around the corner? I didn't want anyone to know my business, especially when I was in class.

"I just feel so energized today!" He sighed out happily. Harry's smile didn't fade the entire time we walked. His bright green eyes wandered around the streets, watching as birds flew by us or when the leaves on the ground blew from the wind.

I thought it was cute. The way that he always seemed so positive. I wish I could've taken a page from his book on how to look at a cup that was half full instead of half empty. Harry seemed to not let a lot of things get to him. He was bulletproof in that kind of way. It was such a stark contrast compared to him this morning, barely awake yet, too.

We walked for some time quietly. Sometimes Harry would say something and I would hum back to him to let him know I was listening, but for the most part we had stayed pretty silent. It wasn't that long of a walk till we had gotten to the planetarium, walking through the doors where the cool air greeted us.

Today was a busy day today. We had been closed for the last couple of days and usually when we opened back up, there was a flood of people waiting to come watch our shows. I was surprised at how many regulars we had, even if it was the same show they had already seen before. They just loved being here.

We walked past a set of doors, past the employee only sign, and made our way into the break room where we usually put our bags. It was a small room with a set of lockers, and typically nobody ever bothered our stuff, so I felt confident in never buying a lock for the doors.

I opened up my usual locker, turning towards Harry as I stretched my hand out towards him to grab my bag. Harry glanced towards me, letting out a small 'oh' as he shrugged the bag off his back and handed it towards me.

"I wonder what show we are going to do next week." I hummed as I set my bag into my locker before closing it shut. Glancing to the right of me, Harry was standing incredibly close beside me with a shy smile on his lips.

I blinked hard, feeling my cheeks grow hot as I tried to ignore his eyes that bored into my skin. There was a funny feeling in my chest, probably just butterflies from the night before. I had wondered if he was thinking about it while he looked at me with those doe eyes of his.

"Not sure." He said softly, taking a step closer to me. I pressed my lips into a line as my back hit the locker. Harry let out a soft chuckle as he planted his feet in front of me, a sudden touch of his fingertips grazing against my arm made goosebumps rise from my skin.

"Me either." I breathed out, flicking my gaze from his fingers to his eyes. My heart was thumping at his touch. There was a newfound confidence that Harry had, and he was displaying it right in front of me. I didn't know if I had liked it or not, but the only thing that was running through my mind was someone walking in while he was this close to me.

His fingers created a cluster of goosebumps as they delicately ran up my arm, all the way to my clothed shoulders. I let out a shallow breath, parting my lips to say something, but before I could get a word out, his hands cupped the underside of my jaw. He tilted my head back, making me look directly into his eyes before inching closer to my lips.

"H-Harry..." I whispered out softly, my eyes fluttering shut slowly as his lips ghosted against mine. My name left his lips in a dewey tone, leaving my knees to nearly buckle under me before I felt his pink plush lips press against mine. My hands rested by my sides as they formed into a white knuckled fist.

His kiss was slow, and I kissed him back. Feeling his bottom lip lap over mine over and over again while his thumb slowly traced against my jawline. My stomach was on fire, and it felt good–but it also made my thoughts from earlier arise. Was this deep for him? Was it more for him? I didn't want to lead him on. I didn't want to be led on either.

Truthfully, I didn't know what I wanted and I didn't know if this was a conversation I wanted to have with him yet.

But I knew I had to.

I placed my hand against his chest, pulling my head away from him to break the kiss. A rigid breath left my lips as I looked up at his flustered features. He could only smile half-heartedly at me as his eyelashes fluttered.

Gauging the way he was looking at me, I couldn't seem to show any expression at the moment. I gulped down the frog in my throat, shifting the weight onto my other foot as I looked away from him. I felt bad. I was overthinking everything at that moment, wondering if he had been waiting to kiss me since last night.

Including last night, and this morning's actions, things seemed incredibly intimate between us. Something that I hadn't shared with anybody in a really long time. Given I was under the influence, it would only make sense that was the reason why I had let it happen. But now?

"We shouldn't...do this." I whispered out softly, clearing my hoarse throat as I stepped to the side to create some distance between us. Harry's smile wavered into a frown, his hand going from my jaw to the locker as he leaned against it.

"Did I do something wrong? I'm sorry, I just thought..." He stopped himself, his face contorting in confusion before shaking his head. "I don't know what I thought... I think I just wanted to kiss you."

"I don't want you to think that I like you–" My eyes widened for a moment, the minute that the words left me. Averting my gaze towards Harry, his straight shoulders had slumped as his fingers slid down the lockers with a soft breath.

"That's not what I meant." I tried to cover up the mistake, the poor choice of words that left my lips. "I meant, I just–I don't really...want a relationship and I think our friendship is something really unique and fun...I just don't want to ruin that, you know?"

Harry's features dropped suddenly, his lips that were once curved into that lopsided smile now showed a frown so embedded, I thought the smile would never come back. His eyes left mine, shifting around the room as his hand found their way into his pocket. The silence was deafening, almost telling me everything I needed to hear from the still air. He shifted his weight onto his other foot, nodding his head slowly as he straightened his posture.

"Oh." He breathed out, a light chuckle following through as his fingers ran through his thick curls. "I just thought–because you kissed me last night..."

"We were on...acid." I whispered softly, scanning the room slowly. I let out a sigh, pulling my bottom lip into my mouth as my fingers started to pick at my cuticles once more. "I'm sorry if I made you think something differently. It was just a kiss. It's nothing serious...people kiss all the time, but it's...it's different on Earth."

"Okay." He whispered back as he grabbed his folder from the table beside him before shaking it gently towards me. "Sorry I misinterpreted our friendship." His voice was bitter, yet soft at the same time. I didn't think that someone so sweet could sound so harsh.

I turned to follow him out the door. I wanted to say something, but I didn't know what to say either. I didn't know how to make this better. His steps were fast, leaving me to try to catch up to him.

"Harry–!" I tried to call out to him, but the sudden voice behind me made my body still.

"Aurora!"

I sighed out, turning my body around at the person calling my name. Professor Collins stood from behind me with a folder clutched tightly in his hands and a smile spread so wide I could have mistaken him for the Cheshire cat.

"Yes?" I pulled a soft smile on my lips, taking a step towards him. Collins really had a knick for showing up at the worst times, including today.

"Can you come into my office? I have something I want to discuss with you. No worries, though, nothing serious." He gestured towards the other end of the hallway, the opposite way of which I was trying to follow Harry down.

I glanced from behind me, seeing that Harry had already disappeared from the situation. Mentally cursing myself, I wanted to slap myself for even having that kind of conversation with him while we were at work.

"Of course..." I elongated, clutching my hand into a fist as I nodded towards him.

There was no way I was going to be able to appear as out together as I should in front of my boss. I had to at least try, but that was proving more and more difficult as each step I took towards his office—and farther away from my main issue at hand, Harry.

"I may have figured out some findings that I'd like you to look over." Professor Collins said as he jiggled the door with his key. It squawked open, the creaking noise only furthering my uneasiness.

Why would he want me to look over it anyway?

"Sure, what's it about?" I asked with a bout of curiosity. I shut the door behind me as he gestured for me to do so before I sat in front of his desk.

He cleared his throat, taking his glasses from the table and perching them onto the bridge of his nose. The sound of him stacking a pile of papers together was the only thing heard as I waited for him to respond. At one point, I could have sworn I could even hear the clock ticking behind me.

"The star—or stars, rather." He replied with a bluntness in his tone. His eyes were busy tracing over whatever was typed on the computer screen in front of him now.

"Any particular stars?" I spoke up through the noise of him typing more information into his device.

He paused his fingers against the keyboard for a moment as he briefly glanced at me from the corner of his eye. If I didn't know any better, I would have imagined his next words to revolve around me getting out of his office immediately.

The look of annoyance didn't last long as he swiveled his chair closer to my view. He had a smile on his face, and I was grateful for his patience with me. Maybe he could tell I wasn't completely myself right now. I sure as hell didn't feel like it anyway.

"The backwards shooting stars, Aurora." He replied with a slight chuckle, slipping his glasses back off of his nose and onto his desk, as if to get a better view of me.

"Oh, right. Sorry." I paused as I searched between his eyes, trying to read what he was thinking. All I got was a slight look of confusion, and I assumed it was due to my newfound awkward demeanor.

"Are you feeling alright?" He questioned with an eyebrow raised with concern. "You been sleeping okay?" His hands clasped together in front of him as they rested on the desk.

I didn't like the focus now being on me. It was actually the complete opposite that I wanted, and I needed to find a way to shift it back to the original topic. The quicker I could do that, the quicker I could leave and go find where Harry ran off to.

"No, yeah, I'm okay." I reassured with a faint smile. "Didn't sleep much last night I suppose, but it's nothing a nap can't fix."

He looked closely at me without much of an expression before finally seeing a faint curl in his lips. I almost breathed out a sigh of relief when he shifted back into his chair, looking back at the sheets of paper he was just busied with.

"Definitely do that then. Don't want to see you fall behind with your coursework or other responsibilities." He stopped for a moment as he looked back at me. "Not many students have the amount of responsibilities on your back, as well as the amount of opportunities that go along with it. Just be mindful of that."

"Of course, thank you." I shifted uncomfortably in my seat as I gestured towards what he was holding. "Was there new information found about it?"

He let out a sigh, and I was unsure if it was an exasperated one or one with relief that I finally seemed on board with the topic.

"Seemingly. Although, I have yet to share the information I have gathered. I wanted you to look over it with me and hear your thoughts."

My eyes widened momentarily, only further confused by his choice in picking me to give my opinion. My brain would have had a hard enough comprehending everything going on on a normal day, let alone this day — this time.

"Me? Why me?" I asked with my eyebrows scrunched, searching for answers.

"Why not? You're one of the top in your class, one of my trusted employees, and one with a natural born talent regarding the science of the stars. Do you not find yourself capable?" He asked, crossing a leg over his other.

I had never paid much attention to what he wore, let alone that he had a wedding band wrapped around his finger. It glared back at me as it clung tightly to his clothed knee, bouncing along with his foot.

"No—I mean, yes. I am capable. I just thought you would go to someone else for something so important. I would be honored to look it over." I stumbled, trying not to let the worry eat at me.

Did he know it was Harry? Was that why he wanted me to look it over? Force me to tell him what I knew? Or was this just a test to see how confident I was in my work? I was really hoping for neither, considering how badly I had already messed up this meeting.

"Great. Feel free to read this over." He said as he tilted the sheets in my direction for me to grab.

I took it with a slight shake to my fingers, and fortunately it looked to go unnoticed as Collins adjusted himself back into his desk chair.

My eyes scanned over the document quickly, trying to prepare myself for whatever it was he was going to say. I needed to prepare how I was going to reply to the news— especially if he was right about everything.

God, did I hope for him to be wrong.

"I think I've finally been able to track them. I was able to set up multiple locations with astronomical tracking devices. They have expensive views that cover a great amount of the viewable sky view." His eyes glared closely back at me, probably to gauge my reaction. There was his own twinkle of excitement shining from his eyes that made a smile, albeit nervous smile, spread across my own face.

"Really?" I sat up straighter, momentarily forgetting anything that had happened the past couple of days. All that consumed me was worry in the back of my mind. How much could have seen with all of that equipment? I had never heard of anything like it.

"Indeed." He gushed, pushing his computer monitor to face me.

Staring back at me from his screen was a multitude of shots, all lined up into rows. It was blurry but pixelated enough to distinguish what I was looking at.

Each image was a shot of the shooting star—Harry flying back down to Earth.

My eyes were glued to the screen as I tried to make out as much detail as I could. Even with just the specks of light that the camera provided, I was still in so much awe.

"It's beautiful." I accidentally spurt aloud.

I switched my intense glare to the professor, who was chuckling lightly to himself.

"Yes, mysterious scientific findings are always something of beauty, whether destructive or not." He nodded his head in triumph. It almost made me feel bad, knowing that I had the answers he was so desperate to find.

I let him have his moment, though. To be fair, I still wasn't all that sure of what he knew.

"If you look at the time stamps, it shows a pattern. See here?" He pointed a finger towards the bottom corners of each individual photo. "Approximately every 70 to 80 hours this phenomenon occurs."

I blinked hard, remembering very well of Harry's departure he had every three days. His absence had grown more and more recognizable with each time he had to leave it seemed.

I desperately wanted to dig on how much Collins knew about it, but I was scared that the more questions I asked, the more questions that would be turned in my own direction.

"What do you think?" He finally asked, filling in the silence.

"Oh, I— That's an amazing finding. What do you plan to do with it?" I did my best to even out my tone as to not show any sense of worry or anything out of the ordinary. I had to act excited which was the last thing I was.

"I'm going to continue to find more information before I go public with these findings. The last thing I need are more scientists clogging up Yellowstone and disrupting what I've worked so hard on. This will be our secret, correct?" He looked at me with a slight raise of his eyebrow. I wasn't sure if he was trying to seem intimidating, but he was doing a good job at it regardless.

"Our secret, yes. Which..." I trailed off for a moment, wanting to tread on the topic carefully. "What did you need me for? You seem much more ahead of the game than I would be. I don't know how I could be helpful."

For a moment I almost wished I knew nothing about Harry's true star form. That way I could have felt the true excitement that this news could've brought me. The Aurora I was before meeting Harry would have bursted at the seams with this information. She would have already jumped out of her chair, ready to run out the door and tell Nina about it.

But that wasn't the Aurora I needed to be right then. I needed to be the Aurora that helped protect Harry considering all he had done for me. It was the least I could do. Keeping his form secret was crucial.

"Some of the operating systems need manual assistance. It will help the quality of these photos and I'll ever be able to get video of the occurrence. Granted, it will have to happen in the perfect spot for the equipment to capture it, but I have faith that you will do great with this task." He grinned lightly.

He reached into one of his drawers, pulling out an envelope that had my name on it. It had his scraggly handwriting that I always had a hard time reading. This was probably the clearest I had ever seen and understood what was written. There was even a little loop at the end of the last "A".

Silently thanking him with a nod, I left the office as fast as I could. This was bad. This was really bad. If he was tracking the stars, then that means that Harry was in more danger–not just with the light guardians, but now with actual humans.

I was scared to think about what would happen if Collins found out about Harry. I didn't know what would happen, to say the truth, but I do know that it wouldn't be good. Harry trusted me with the secret that he was a star-being, and yet here I was–working with Collins to trace down the backwards star.

The backwards star that was Harry.

I needed to divert his attention,and fast. Before he finds out about Harry.

I swallowed the nerves down, shaking my head to myself as I made my way into the main room of the planetarium where everyone else sat. I was quiet, the room filled with people as the presentation played through the speakers. For once, I wasn't interested in listening. I was more so looking for Harry who had to be in here.

I skimmed over the crowd, and all exit points, and still could not find him. I let out a stressed sigh, running my fingers through my thick hair before turning on my heel to leave. I didn't know how I was going to tell him, but it needed to be soon. Maybe today wasn't a good day to say anything, not with what happened this morning.

I knew I had done enough damage.

After my shift, I couldn't find Harry. I don't know if he had left without me, or if he was hiding–so I walked home by myself. I remember when I used to take these walks with Harry and he always used to fill the silence with his ramblings, and how I used to find them annoying when I first met him, but now I wish that he was here to fill the silence.

I felt like a dick. Leave it to me to ruin every friendship, or potential relationship I've ever had, or will have.

The walk home was boring, and it left me feeling cold on the inside. Part of me hoped that I would run into him on the way home, but that didn't happen. Before I knew it, I was unlocking my door to my apartment and getting bombarded by Astro at the door.

For the first time, I shrugged her off and set my stuff down on the table before heading straight to the kitchen. The only thing that could make me feel better was a good meal. One of my favorites that my mom used to make. It always made me feel like home when I ate it, even if it wasn't half as good as she usually made it.

A home made soup.

She used to make it for me whenever I didn't feel good, whether it was being sick or just in a bad mood.

Although, while I was cooking, the only thing I could think of was Harry. I felt scared. Scared that I may have messed things up between the both of us, or hopefully at the least damaged a little bit of trust. I would rather damage the trust we have than to lose him forever.

I was battling with myself on the inside, and even the smells of sweet soup couldn't bring me back home this time. I knew that I needed another person's perspective from this, so I called Nina. Even hesitantly. I knew she was going to put on a whole speech about it, and she was going to say everything that I already knew, but I think I just needed a push.

The phone trilled a few times, before she finally picked up.

"What's up?!" Nina said, surely a large smile spread across her lips. I could hear it in her voice.

"Hey..." I trailed off with a sigh as I put my face into my hands.

"Uh oh, what's wrong?" Nina retorted back.

"I'm so stupid, Nina." I whined out, throwing my head back as if I was going to scream 'why me?!' or, 'why do I keep doing this to myself?!'

"Okay, first of all, you're not." Nina stopped my personal insults instantly. "Secondly, what happened?"

"What didn't happen?" I scolded myself, pressing a palm to my forehead as I hit myself multiple times against the head lightly. "I'm the worst kind of person. Okay, so uh... me and Harry kissed last night."

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"Do you really expect me to be shocked? You act like I haven't seen you give that boy googly eyes all night." Nina cackled out.

"Ugh, whatever." I rolled my eyes. "Anyways, I'm just saying...we kissed and um...this morning we went to work and he kissed me again. Like, at first I was like okay this is...fine? I guess, but at the same time, I think that I–"

"Do not tell me you are fighting with your feelings over this boy." Nina said sternly. "It is obvious that you like him, Aurora. Why are you doing this to yourself? If you like him, then just tell him."

"It's not that simple, asshole. I can't just–" I stopped myself, sighing out. "It's not that. I just don't know if I...am ready for something like that. My ex really did a number on me. She was everything I wanted and more. I thought we were going to get married, and then we didn't. I still feel like I'm emotionally recovering from that."

"Did he say anything about a relationship to you?"

"No..."

"Then why are you suddenly jumping to thinking about relationships? You didn't have a problem grinding all over Brandon's dick that one night, so what's the difference now?" Nina scolded, her voice was more harsh to get her point across.

"Because I like him, Nina!" The words left my lips faster than I could stop them. I blinked hard, looking down at the phone when the silence started to string through. "Because...he's so nice, Nina. He's so smart, so considerate. Emotional. He is the most human I have seen anybody in a really long time. He doesn't bury his face into a phone, or try to–fucking mansplain things to me. He just–is the most vulnerable person I have ever met, and I like him so much..." I whispered out as I batted tears that blurred my vision.

"It scares me." I whispered shakily.

"Aurora..." Nina said softer. "If you like him so much, then why don't you tell him? Ryan and I saw the way he was looking at you last night. You don't look at friends the way he was looking at you...I want you to be happy, honey, but you need to be honest with yourself, and honest with him. If you keep getting scared with every person you grow an emotional connection with, then you will never know if it works out in the end. Harry may work out, or he won't. Isn't that a chance you're willing to take?"

Her words rang true, and I secretly hated it. I almost took it as an insult, but I knew it was coming from a place of love. Since me and my ex broke up, I felt like everything after that has just been emotionless sex and pushing away anybody that comes close to me. I've been scared to get my heart broken again, but if I were to get my heart broken from anybody, I would want it to be by Harry. I liked him. I really, really liked him, and that was something that I could no longer deny.

"I have to go." I suddenly said as I picked up the phone.

"Where?" Nina suddenly squealed.

"I'm doing what I should've done a while ago." I said before hanging the phone up, not letting her speak another word.

I shoved the phone into my pocket, rushing towards the front door as I scooped up my keys and jacket on the way out. I felt like my heart was bursting, like this was some cliché rom-com that I was starring in. This was my main character moment. I could see it in my head.

This was the part in the movie where I fled to the man of my dreams to spill my guts. Take a sharp knife and carve out my heart, and hand it to him on a silver platter and say: "This is yours. It's always been yours."

The cold wind brushed past me as I ran past the strangers on the sidewalks. They looked at me, out of script. A smile etched onto my lips, they must've thought I was on my way to the airport to chase down the love of my life and tell them that they can't leave. That I need them here and they are making a big mistake by going.

I was getting funny looks, but I didn't care. I wasn't running like it was a hobby, and people knew that. Nobody in their right minds would be running in vans with jeans and a sweater on. I was running with a purpose, and although my anxiety was trying to replace the way my chest was feeling–the adrenaline was overtaking every doubt I had.

When I rounded myself around the corner of Harry's street, I could taste him on my lips. I could feel his fingers burning into my skin. Everything leading up to this moment was flooding through my mind, all the memories we made together thus far. I felt like this was the part when the rain started to pour down to soak me in my own emotions while I got on my knees to recite some shitty Shakespeare poem that I memorized from eighth grade.

I didn't think about it. I jumped up his steps, standing as close as I could to the door before knocking on it hard, and faster than I would like to admit. I didn't notice the small layer of sweat that spread across my forehead until my heart started to slow down. I quickly wiped the sweat with my sleeve, letting in a deep breath as I waited for Harry to answer. Hopefully with open arms.

A click was heard, and I immediately took a step back. My breathing was still heavy, and it was very apparent that I just ran three blocks to get here. I closed my eyes for a moment, and when I opened them back up there he was.

Harry stood there. Wearing that faded band shirt that was too big, and sweatpants that were really baggy on him. His brows pinched, confusion spread across his face as he etched his eyes all over me.

"Aurora? What are you...are you okay?" Harry opened the door more, eyes wandering the surroundings. "Did you run here? Why are you perspiring?"

"Harry, I–" I breathed out hard, waving a hand in front of my face before bending over to take a deep breath. "I gotta...I gotta talk to you."

"Oh." He pursed his lips, taking a step back from the door before swinging the door wider. "Come in."

I gulped down thickly, taking in deep breaths through my nose as I walked into his house. I regret wearing this jacket now, and I shed it off before holding it to my chest tightly. Harry closed the door behind me, taking small steps towards the kitchen as I settled in the room.

"Water? It's all I have..." Harry trailed off softly as he ran some water from the tap into a glass. I nodded quickly, whispering a small thank you to him. He nodded towards me, setting the glass down onto the table before taking a step back to look over me.

I took a few good gulps of the water, trying to ignore the tension in the room. Suddenly I didn't feel like the main character anymore, and I didn't feel like I had a right to gush my feelings out to him after what I said this morning.

"I'm sorry." I started out with a sigh, pushing the stray hairs back that stood from my head. "I'm sorry for what I said this morning. If I hurt your feelings, that really wasn't my intention. I feel like shit about what happened, and I just had to come talk to you."

Harry slithered his hands into his pocket, nodding carefully as he listened to my plea. His lips pursed as he avoided eye contact with me, which hurt enough. I felt the sting in my chest, and it didn't feel good at all.

"That's okay, Aurora." He said quietly. "As I said this morning, I misinterpreted our friendship. That was my fault–"

"You didn't." I interjected, taking a step towards him as my desperate eyes searched around his face for emotion. "You didn't and that's why I feel like shit. What you think about us is true. I'm just a fucking idiot, and I can't–I couldn't bring myself to terms with that, but I brought myself to the realization tonight."

Harry's eyes slowly panned downwards to mine. Finally meeting my gaze, his face softened as he looked down at my distraught emotions that splayed across my face. I swallowed the frog in my throat, pushing back the feeling that I was going to choke on all the emotions and words that tried to spill from my lips.

I needed to say it. Out loud. I needed my Bella and Edward moment. Well, instead of one of us confessing that we were a vampire–it was much worse than that. I was going to be vulnerable, which is something that I didn't think I could ever do again.

"I like you, Harry." I whispered out shakily. The words were vomit, and I felt my throat burn at the taste of them. My anxiety thumped through my chest, fingers gripping tightly on my jacket as I tried to steady my feet. "I like you a lot. I just don't know if I want a relationship right now, but I want to figure it out. I really, really like you."

Harry's eyes slightly widened, almost making him take a step back, but he planted his feet back onto the ground firmly. The only thing that I could do was stand here and wait for him to accept it and tell me the same thing, or reject me. Say that he doesn't want to get hurt. Say that it was against his mission to be here with me, and that he wasn't allowed to like me.

Harry was a man that went by the rules, and I prayed to whatever god was out there that he would break one of them tonight. I knew that it was against everything his father told him, but I needed this.

I needed him.

He took a step closer to me, hands slithering out of his pockets to snake up my arms carefully. I took a step towards him, easing into his embrace as his fingers caressed both sides of my face. I fluttered my eyes shut, feeling Harry's hot breath on my lips before they met each other for the third time in twenty-four hours. I inhaled sharply, letting go of my jacket to drop to the floor before wrapping my arms tightly around his neck.

We were impossibly close with one another, lips meshing with one another as we kissed in the only way we knew how. It was full of all of our truths, all of our emotions that we were scared to say before. He didn't need to say anything because I could taste it on him. He liked me too, and that was something he couldn't deny.

My fingers got lost into his curls, squeezing my eyes shut as we smacked against one another. His thumbs stroked against my skin, and I felt my knees nearly buckle once again. The way he had a hold over me, and I was letting him. I was letting him take me over, my whole soul and being. I wanted him to hurt me, and love me, in the most suffocating way possible.

When he pulled away from the kiss, I felt myself nearly melt into a puddle of mush to the floor. I looked up at him, watching as he rolled his lips into his mouth with a slight smirk.

"I really like you too, Aurora." He whispered softly back to me, booping my nose with the tip of his finger. "This is, perhaps, one of the best confessions that I've ever heard before."

I chuckled lightly, shaking my head as I pulled him into a hug tightly. Nuzzling my nose into his chest, he wrapped his large arms around me as he rubbed my back carefully.

"I forgive you." He added. "I was worried that I made things...uh...weird?"

"No, no." I sighed out. "You didn't. You made them wonderful, and I'm glad it happened. I really am sorry, again, really."

"Stop apologizing." He said softly as his nose nuzzled into my hair before looking down at me. "I'm just happy we share the same feelings. You have no idea how this makes me feel. My heart feels like it's going to burst out of it's cage. I've never felt this way before, although it's a bit uncomfortable, might I add."

"It happens–" I said softly, pushing his curls from his face slowly. "Because I feel the same way."

"And this is a good thing?" Harry asked softly with a tilt of his head.

"It's a really good thing." I whispered back to him with a smile.

"Okay." He said back with a lopsided smile. "Then I would like to feel this with you."

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