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smutsonian · 4 years

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unlawful professor

Pairing: Dark!Peter Parker x Professor!Reader

Summary: reader has to deal with the obsession one of her students got for her

Warnings: dark fic, teacher x student, noncon/dubcon smut, violence, injuries, manipulation, blackmail, obsession, stalking, not proofread, please don’t read if you’re not into it and please do proceed with caution :))

Word Count: 5k

an: to that anon who asked for a prof reader x p parker, here ya go ;)) i also realized that this sounds like that stalker bucky drabble i wrote back then but what the heck fuck it. i suck at smut so yeehaw mfkers

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Professor Y/L/N was grading papers on a late afternoon in her office when a knock sounded from the door. She didn’t hear it at first because of the focus she currently had on the essay she’s grading but when the knock came again, she looked up and shouted a soft ‘come in’ towards the faceless knocker.

Peter Parker came in with his usual friendly yet shy smile. His shoulders were stiff and his head was tilted downward as if it’s a crime to visit his professor at that time. “Mr. Parker! What can I help you with?” she points at the chair in front of her desk, motioning for him to take a seat with a friendly smile. A smile that he always loved, a smile that he’ll forever love and he’ll do anything to wake up to that smile every single day. He wants to be the reason for that smile. He wasn’t that much younger than his professor. It’s also his last year so the idea of them being together wouldn’t be that taboo. He’ll have her sooner than later.

“Peter?” her soft voice interrupted his thoughts and he felt his heart flutter at the genuine look of worry that appeared on her face. Another trait he loves about her. So thoughtful and caring. He could give her the same thing if she’d just let him.

“Umm… yeah. Sorry for interrupting you but I just wanted to ask about the essay I submitted. I didn’t have much time to write it so it might seem a bit rushed and senseless,” he lets out a sad sigh before looking up at her thoughtful eyes before continuing. “I just wanted to ask if there’s a way I can fix it? I can do some extra work for extra credits. I just don’t want it to affect my final grade. I totally understand if you refuse tho—” he was rambling at that point and the professor cut him off by reaching across her desk and grasping both of his shoulders with her small hands before shaking him gently. “Relax, Peter. You’re not interrupting anything. As for your essay, I’m currently reading it and it’s not as senseless as you say it is and it doesn’t seem rushed at all. Don’t tell anyone I said this but this is the best essay I’ve read so far,” she gives him a cheeky smile and a wink before handing him the paper that had a huge red letter ‘A+’ on the upper right corner of it.

Peter sat frozen on the chair. From the moment she touched his shoulder up to the moment that their fingers brushed when she handed him his paper, not to mention the wink she just gave him. He couldn’t believe what he’s seeing right now. Is she flirting with him? Not being able to hold back any longer, he shoves the paper inside his backpack before lunging towards her and grabbing the back of her neck to gently push her towards his face.

“Peter—” she was cut off by his lips pressing against hers in a hungry kiss. Her hands found their way back to his shoulders, trying to push him away but he was stronger than her and the grip on the back of her neck just got tighter. Peter moaned through her lips as he plunged his tongue inside her mouth, tasting her. The whimper she let out went straight towards Peter’s cock. He grinds his hips against her desk and this time, she was able to push him off.

Her eyes were wide and terrified as she watched one of her students in front of her with reddened and plumped lips staring back at her. He tries to walk around the desk and towards her but she steps away and raises an arm as if to keep the distance between them. “Mr. Parker, that was very inappropriate. We could both get in big trouble and you’re almost done with college, you wouldn’t want to—” she was cut off by Peter slamming her hand down her desk, producing a loud bang to echo around the office.

“I don’t care about any of those things! Y-you like me! Maybe not as much as I like you but there’s something between us! I can sense it! Tell me you do too!” he quickly reached out for her wrists, pulling her closer towards his chest. She struggles in his grasp as she tries to pull her hands away from him. “Keep your voice down, Mr. Parker. You’re out of your mind—”

“You flirted with me!” he hisses, eyes becoming glossy every moment that passes by. “Y-you touched me, gave me a suggestive smile, and even winked at me! You clearly have feelings for me too!” his voice sounded like a child begging for something.

The professor’s eyes widened in shock and terror. The way he announced her actions towards him a few seconds ago was exaggerated and tampered with to make her sound like a child molester. He made her sound like she was seducing him when all she did was be friendly towards him to help him calm down from his upcoming panic attack due to his unending rambling.

“You got it all wrong, Mr. Parker—” she starts but gets cut off by a now fuming Peter Parker.

“Will you stop fucking calling me that?!” his eyes were dark as he stared down at her but it softened when he saw her flinch at his actions.

“Please stop calling me like that. Stop acting as if I’m just another student. Please don’t act like you weren’t making moves on me.” he breathes heavily and desperately reaches for her hands once more. The professor’s eyes popped out of its sockets as her student mentioned another jab at her innocence. She was certainly not making moves on her. He’s manipulating the story and they both know it.

“I’m afraid I no longer have time for this nonsense. I’ll have to ask you to leave, Mr. Parker.” when he didn’t make any effort to move, she slammed a binder down her desk before motioning towards the door.

“Now!”

After that incident with Peter Parker, Professor Y/L/N didn’t get to see the said student again. Even if he failed to attend the remaining classes before graduation, he’ll still be able to pass because of all the previous marks he’s got in her subject. She didn’t even know why he took up her subject. He was taking biophysics and she teaches literature. Remembering the incident that took place a few weeks ago, she somehow had an idea as to why a biophysics student was taking her classes.

She couldn’t deny that she was thankful for his absence because it gave her relief and time to think. It also gave her the sense of safety from his manipulation and somehow the blackmail he’s got on her. It’s not really valid blackmail but she didn’t like the idea of having to talk to the authorities about it. She didn’t appreciate inconveniences.

Seems like luck isn’t on her side because as she was walking home from a late night at the office, a knife found its way towards her side as an arm looped its way across her neck. “Make a sound and I’ll plunge this knife deep into your fucking skin,” the knife pressed harder on her side and she lets out a whimper in pain. “Now be a good little lady and hand me your bag,” he didn’t even wait for her to hand it to him as he already plucked it out of her grasp. He pushes her away from him and she sighed in relief until he reaches for his back pocket before pointing a gun at her.

“Wouldn’t want you to tell the cops about me now, do we?” he cocks the gun before grinning at her terrified and tearful eyes. Well, so much for not liking inconveniences.

A small whipping sound was heard and she watched as a bunch of what seemed like white goo stuff stuck its way towards the barrel of the gun before flying out of the perpetrator’s hand.

“Pointing a gun at an innocent lady isn’t nice, dude,” a flash of red whips past her peripheral view before soft thump land in front of her and the back of spiderman himself fills her vision. He skillfully dodges the man’s jabs with the previous knife before stealing it with his web slingers as he did with the gun. He easily knocks the guy out with one punch. The hero turns around to face the professor before handing her bag back.

She managed to whisper a quiet thanks before gasping when he grabs a hold of her waist in a gentle manner. “Fuck! You’re bleeding!” he says through his mask, making you look down at your white blouse only to see a patch of red liquid staining it. That douchebag actually managed to penetrate the knife deeper than she thought. Her vision darkened at the sight of her own blood and she stumbled towards a nearby wall for support. The hero was quick to help her, moving an arm around her back before bending down to grasp the back of her knees to lift her up.

“Hold on. Stay awake for me, please. I’ll take care of you,” his voice was somehow familiar but she blamed it on the loss of blood she’s currently experiencing. A situation that she was somewhat thankful for because if she wasn’t trippy from the loss of blood, she would be freaking out because spiderman was swinging through buildings while her arms were absentmindedly gripping around his neck for dear life. She didn’t get to see much more because she found herself being lulled to sleep by exhaustion.

The hero looks down at her before cursing under his breath. “Shit! We’re almost there. Please, just hold on a little longer,” he curses as he felt her grip around his neck loosening. He uses one hand to support her weight and pulls her body closer against his, avoiding her wound as much as possible and using his other arm to swing them both through the buildings.

The professor felt pain before she could even open her eyes. She lets out a grunt before trying to sit up when a pair of hands helped her up. Her eyes widened in realization as she remembered the events before she passed out. Her eyes were met with white ones as she came face to face with spiderman. She looks down to see her side patched up and bandaged. She looks back up to her hero before whispering out a ‘thank you’ with a shy smile and turning her face back down to inspect the bandage.

She felt a soft touch under her chin before coming face to face with the hero once more. “You really scared me there, Y/N,” his voice fills the small space between them and her eyes widened at the sound of her name coming out of the hero’s mouth. “Y-you know who I a-am?” she stutters as her eyes flickered towards the hero’s other hand that was reaching under his mask.

The professor tries to look away but her face was kept in place by the hero’s hand as he continues to lift his mask up with his other hand. “What are you doing?” her smooth small voice asks and his heart palpitates at being able to hear her voice again. “I’m showing you that I trust you and I want you to trust me as well,” he continued to lift the mask off until his face was no longer a secret.

“P-peter?” she stared gawked at him and he looked at her with a big smile on his face. “You don’t know how happy you make me feel by simply saying my name,” he moves the hand that was on her chin to caress the side of her face. “You don’t know how scared I was when you passed out on my arms. I could never forgive myself if something worse happened to you,” he leans in to press his forehead against hers.

“Peter, this is wrong. I’m your professor,” she pulls his hand away from her face before standing up and walking a few steps away from him, an action that made him frown. “Why do you think I stopped going to your classes?” he stands up to walk towards her, reaching for her hand as he did back at her office. “I figured that you were holding back from me because you couldn’t bear the idea of being taboo but you see—” he pushes her gently until she the back of her knees hit the bed, forcing her to plop on the bed. “I’m no longer taking your classes so that means I’m no longer your student! There’s nothing else in the way!” his face was cheerful as a kid opening presents on Christmas but the professor’s reaction was the opposite of his.

“T-that doesn’t count. This is still wrong! This is just a stupid crush!” she was getting frustrated with his lack of understanding and it was really starting to show. Peter’s cheery face turned into a frown as well. “You know, I really don’t appreciate it when you shout at me. I let it pass the first time when you did back in your office but now? Now you’re just being really rude. I also don’t appreciate how you’re belittling my feelings for you. I fucking love you and you’re about to learn that. You know, you should be glad that I didn’t report your advances on me. Imagine how the dean would react when one of his pride and joy was being seduced by one of his professors?” he smirks at her reaction, eyes wide in disbelief along with horror at his words. He leans down towards her face before brushing her hair away from her face.

“If I wasn’t following you around to make sure you’re safe all the time, a bullet would’ve pierced through your head,” he brushes her forehead gently before smiling at her and raising an eyebrow. “If that isn’t true love then I don't know what is,” he raises an eyebrow when she shakes her head. “You’re not thinking straight, Peter. You can’t love me! Y-you’re just confused. Me being here isn’t right! I can’t be here!” she tries to stand but he pushes her back on the bed with a little bit of force this time.

“I told you how I don’t appreciate you shouting, Y/N,” his voice was taunting as he gently pushed on her shoulder until her back was pressed against the mattress. He crawls up her body until his elbows are pressed on the sides of her head. “I also hate it when you keep saying how my love for you isn’t real. It’s fucking real! I know that because I’m the one feeling it!” he shouts at her face leaning down to press his lips against her. She pushes on his chest but when he refuses to pull away, she bites his lip hard enough to make him pull away. Peter sits up before wiping the blood off his lips. “Not gonna lie, that was hot as fuck!” her eyes grew when he leaned back in for a kiss, immediately forcing his tongue inside her mouth and making her taste his blood through the kiss.

Peter carefully reached for the buttons of her blouse and started unbuttoning them one by one. It was a bit hard for him because his professor was squirming under him and pushing on his hands as much as she could. “Don’t move too much, you’re going to reopen your wound!” he smacks her hand away before gripping her shoulders and pushing her against the mattress. “Don’t do this!” she cried out as she watched his eyes get darker as his pupils dilate. His hands found its way to her face, his palm covering both her nose and her mouth, making it hard for her to breathe. “I don’t know how many times I should tell you that I don’t like it when you shout at me so I’m going to teach you a lesson. Isn’t that cool? You used to be the one teaching me a lot of things but now, I’ll be the one to do so!” he laughs before pressing his palm harder against her face. “If you keep on shouting, I would have to cover this pretty mouth of yours and I don’t like doing that because I love seeing your whole face but if you keep shouting at me, I wouldn’t have a choice,” he watches her eyes as it starts to tear up and kisses the ones that decided to fall.

Her hands were scratching his arms, silently begging for a chance to breathe again but he didn't budge. When her attempts to pull his arms away gets weak, he softens his hold against her so she could take a few breaths only to be stopped by his hardening grip against her face again. Her feet were going wild under his weight and her arms were scratching harder on his arms. Making a swift motion towards her hands, Peter had her wrists stuck to the headboard with his spider webs in a blink and he grins when he finds her completely frozen under him.

“Isn’t this so much better?” his grin turned into a frown when he saw her face covered with tears, making him breathe out a sigh. “Do you promise not to shout at me again?” he looks at her with hopeful eyes, eyes that she used to think of as innocent and beautiful brown orbs but now they are going to be the eyes that will forever haunt her.

She nods eagerly against his hold, making his face shine in adoration before lifting his hand away from her face. She gasps for air while Peter strokes the side of her face gently. “Such a good girl,” his voice was filled with so much love that matches the glint in his eyes. “I promised that I’ll take good care of you and I’m going to do just that,” he wipes her face clean before maneuvering her body carefully until she was no longer wearing her blouse.

Peter leaned down to kiss over the bandage carefully before moving to kiss the spot under her bra. His hands gently massage her breasts over the bra before moving towards her back, gently lifting her up and skillfully unhooking her bra and tossing it to the side. He leans down to press a wet kiss on her right nipple while he massages her left one, pinching the nipple teasingly until they were erect. He repeats the motion with the other one before looking up at her to see her watching his every move. He moved up so he was kissing her lips again, moaning in delight when he felt her lips moving against his.

The professor couldn’t do anything but watch as Peter peppered her skin with kisses. He made it clear that he could ruin her career with just a snap so she decided to give him what he wanted and kissed him back, earning a low moan from him. Her only thought was the faster he gets what he wants, the quicker this nightmare would end.

One of Peter’s hands made its way under her skirt, running his fingers on the inside of her thighs before moving her underwear to the side and running a finger up and down her slit. “Hmm, so fucking wet for me,” he mumbles against her lips. He wasted no time in inserting a finger inside and curling it every time he would pull it out before inserting it again. He smiles through the kiss when she starts grinding her hips against his fingers when he adds another finger. He watches as her eyes start fluttering when he starts rubbing her clit with his thumb.

He swallowed her moans and grunts when he felt her clenching around his fingers. “Cum for me,” he hisses against her lips and pulls away from the kiss to watch her reaction as she releases her first orgasm. Her eyes were slammed shut while her mouth was slightly open. Her back arched under him while her legs shook in delight. “Such a pretty sight,” he smiles at her before moving away from her to stand in front of the bed.

Mind still foggy from the orgasm, she waits for him to do something but he continues standing at the end of the bed, watching and observing her. She wanted to cover herself so bad but her wrists remained stuck on the headboard. She watches in anticipation as his fingers start pulling her skirt down at a very slow pace followed by her underwear. Completely naked in front of him, he gets on his knees and carefully places her legs on her shoulders, his head in between her legs. He starts placing wet kisses on her skin, from the inside of her ankle to the inside of her thighs. He admires the goosebumps on her skin before placing a kiss on her sensitive bud.

Her body jumps at the sensation of his tongue licking their way up her wet slit. His soft laugh causes air to hit her sensitive cunt making her gasp at the feeling. He starts lapping on her wet cunt, groaning in delight at the taste of her juices. “Taste. So. Fucking. Sweet,” he says in between kisses and laps on her slit. She loses control of the situation and starts bucking her hips up against his mouth, begging for more and that’s exactly what he gave her.

He inserts a finger while his tongue works its magic on her clit, adding another finger inside when he hears her wanton moan above him. His fingers were making wet and sloppy noises while his tongue made slurping noises against her clit. He felt her hips spasming and before he knew it, his face was wet with her juices. She let out a cry when his tongue slurped all of her juices, licking one last swipe on her slit before pulling away.

She feels a wave of embarrassment when she sees his chin glistening with her wetness and tries to look away but Peter was quick to get on top of her, gripping her chin gently to make her look back at him. “You’re fucking amazing and don’t you ever be embarrassed about it,” he kisses her lips hungrily, making her taste herself in his lips and shoving his tongue down her throat. “See? You taste so fucking delicious,” he pulls away, his voice was hoarse against her mouth, reminding her of all the things he’s done to her.

She knew he was far from getting what he wanted and she was proven correct when he situated himself between her legs before pressing a palm on his chest, making his suit fall limp on his body. He quickly steps out of the suit as he rubs his hard cock with one hand while the other hand places itself gently on her hip, pinning her body down the bed. He rubs his tip up and down her slit, mixing his precum with her juices before moving the tip to tease her clit.

The professor gulped as she felt his tip pressing against her opening before slowly slithering in only to be pulled out once the whole tip was inside her cunt. He continued to do this for a while before he couldn’t anymore, the veins on his cock were pulsating so hard, begging for him to find his release. He leans his face down to her face, pressing a kiss on her forehead and wiping some of her hair away from her face with his free hand. He places a soft kiss on her lips before plunging his hard cock inside her to the hilt, shushing her with another kiss when she hissed in pain. “I got you. Don’t worry, I got you,” he says against her lips, staying in place to let her adjust to his size when all he wanted to do was ruin her tight pussy that was currently clenching around him but he wanted her to feel great. He wanted her to love and enjoy every moment of this so he waited.

When her body started to relax against him, he pulled out before bottoming out once more that earned a loud wanton mewl from her. Grinning at her reaction, he continues the slow pace, savoring the feeling of her walls around his cock. He feels her grinding against his hips and mumbling words under her breath. “What is it? I can’t hear you,” he grins at her face. “P-please go faster,” she says a little louder and he beams at her words before slamming his hips against hers at a devious speed. The sounds of skin slapping each other fills the room and Peter moves his lips to her neck, licking and sucking and nipping at the skin until she’s a moaning mess underneath him.

“You love this? Tell me you love feeling my cock ruin this gorgeous tight pussy of yours,” he sucks harshly at the skin on her neck before pulling away to wait for her response. She looks at him with tearful eyes before nodding eagerly. “Y-yes. I love it so much!” she yelps when he places one of her legs on his shoulder before slamming into her at an even faster speed, fishing for another orgasm from her.

“Fuck!” Peter groans in pleasure when he feels her clenching tighter around him. He doesn’t let his pace waver, determined to make her cum around him. He reaches for her clit before rubbing it with a vigorous speed that earned a loud wail from her. “That’s it, Y/N. Cum for me. Please, please cum for me,” he pressed on her clit before letting out a shout when she finally cums around him, strangling his cock with her walls.

She feels her vision darken from another orgasm. Her back was still arched when she started to come down from her orgasm but Peter’s thrusts weren't stopping. He continues his penetration, grunting here and there at the feeling of her cunt pulsing around him. His elbow fell beside her face and he was looking at her with glossy eyes, begging for something. She soon finds out what it is he’s begging for when she feels his fingers on her clit once more. She tried to tilt her hips away from him but was stopped by his hand gripping his hip and pushing it down the mattress. “Just one more, please. Cum for me one last time,” he pants above her face before moving his hand back to her oversensitive clit and rubbing on it at a normal speed. It didn’t take long for her to build up another orgasm because she was already sensitive from her previous orgasms and he could feel her getting close because her walls were starting to flutter against him.

“That’s it. That’s it, Y/N. You’re doing so good for me,” he continues slamming his hips into hers and in no time, she has reached yet another orgasm. “Fuck fuck fuck. FUCK!” his eyes slammed shut as he slams his full length deep inside her cunt before spilling inside of her. He gives a few more thrusts, making sure that she’s got all of his cum before falling beside her carefully so as to not hit her wound.

He stares at her tired face and watches as her eyes slowly fall shut, falling asleep from exhaustion and he couldn’t help but smile at the view. He presses a wet kiss on her forehead before pulling her closer to his chest and falling asleep as well, his cock slowly falling limp inside her.

The professor was shaken awake by a smiley Peter who was staring down at her. “Hey there, sleepyhead,” he says in a teasing tone before bending down to press a kiss on her lips and helping her stand from the bed. “Let me check on this real quick and then we can eat the breakfast I cooked for you. Does that sound great to you?” he kneels down in front of her, fumbling with her bandage before looking up at her with a raised eyebrow. She nods absentmindedly before watching him stand up after checking on her wound. He helps her put on a shirt that was probably his and a pair of sweatpants. He stepped a few steps away from her before grinning at her. “You look really cute in my clothes. Comfy really looks pretty on you,” he blushes before taking her hand and leading her out of the room and into a kitchen.

She was enveloped with the sweet smell of pancakes and she finds herself being gently pushed down on a chair while Peter places a plate that was stacked up with pancakes covered with syrup and blueberries. Peter watches her with a smile as she munches on her breakfast before munching on his own.

After a few bites, she hears the jingling of keys and looks up to see him sliding a chain of keys on the table. “W-what’s that for?” her morning voice sends an electric line straight to his cock but he ignores it before giving her a sweet smile. “Your key to our penthouse,” he states nonchalantly.

“P-penthouse? O-our?” she stutters and looks at him cautiously as he laughed at her reaction. “We don’t have to move now. It’s just something I bought with the help of Tony,” her eyes widened at the realization of him having connections with the Tony Stark. Peter Parker would be able to ruin her name easily.

“We can move after I graduate. Don’t give me that look. I’ll never do anything to hurt you. I’ll only do what’s best for you. This is just the start of our forever,” he stands up and walks over to her, helping her out of the chair before pressing a long kiss on her lips. “You deserve the best and I’ll make sure that you get just that.”

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loonatism · 4 years

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WHAT IS THE LOONAVERSE? PART 1 – THE SCIENCE

LOONA is special among K-pop for its immersive storyline. These girls are not just k-pop idols performing a song, they also perform a story and that story is what we call the Loonaverse.

So, What is the Loonaverse? In a few words: The world and story that LOONA inhabits.

Yeah. Duh. But what is it?

Well… it’s complicated.

The Loonaverse is a fictitious story that borrows elements from real science and fantasy to build its world but also uses allegories, metaphors, allusions and other literary devices to tell its story. Our job as spectators (and specifically us theorizers) is to look beyond those devices to understand the message they are trying to send. In this post I’ll attempt to explain the science of the Loonaverse: parallel universes, time loops and the mobius strip.

PHYSICS VS FICTION

The Loonaverse can be described as the physical universe where the characters of LOONA live and where the events of the story happen.

By physical universe I mean that literally: its own universe. There are multiple theories that explain the existence of multiverses; from infinite universes theories to bubble theories to parallel universes to daughter universes; all incredibly interesting readings and all with fundaments in real physics.

On the other hand, the Loonaverse is a fiction story. Created by the creative minds of the people working in BlockBerry Creative (The company LOONA is under) and specifically by Jaden Jeong (who is a polarizing figure amongst Orbits). As a fiction story it is undeniable that the Loonaverse takes elements form science fiction and fantasy to build its story so going hard into the nitty gritty physics of how it works is ambitious at best and purposelessly time consuming at worst (though if you are interested in the nitty gritty of multiverse theory by all means go read about it, is mind-blowing). Nah, for the purposes of this (really not that long once we get to it) theory, we’ll focus only on a few key science related aspects:

MATHEMATICAL UNIVERSES

This particular multiverse theory debates whether math is a tool used by us to describe our universe or a fundamental truth of the universe itself. If it were the latter, then the possibility of multiple universes with vastly different mathematical structures is possible. This implies a different set of physics working in those universes. Basically: physics and mathematics themselves may work differently in different universes: It is as simple as is sounds. (Yeah, 2+2 may = fish in another universe, or flying is possible and even normal).

Using this admittedly long explanation for a constant in science fiction and fantasy, we now have a physics approved explanation for all the odd things that happen in the Loonaverse: super powers, climbing in air, destroying the moon, walking in the moon and most importantly: time disruptions.

SPACE/TIME RELATIVITY

So… time is weird. Physicist can’t decide what exactly is time. Is it a dimension? A physical force of the universe? An illusion we humans use to perceive existence? Does it even exist at all? We’ll just assume it does and use Einstein’s theory of relativity to explain it.

So… The universe is composed of a 4-dimensional fabric called space-time. (Like, picture an actual tablecloth). When anything with mass falls into that tablecloth it creates a bend, that bend is what we call gravity. This gravitational pull modifies both how space and time are perceived. Everything close to that gravitational pull will move at exponentially slower time than anything outside of it. In simpler terms: Time varies depending of your relationship with another object. But if gravity can modify the way time is perceived, so can speed. The explanation for this is long and complicated and involves a difficult choice between speed not being absolute for anything except that light has an absolute speed and those two statements don’t match. But Einstein, being the clever guy he was, came up with Time dilation: The faster you move the slower time moves for you.

A simpler way to understand all this is to just watch the movie Interstellar. They did a really good job of conveying Einstein’s theory.

Of course, physics haven’t been able to prove the possibility of moving through time backwards, only forward. But hey! We are dealing with a different universe where the laws of math and physics don’t abide by Einstein’s theories. Well let’s unify science and fiction and talk about time travel.

TIME DONUTS AND THE MOBIUS STRIP

Yeah, we finally got here.

The Mobius Strip. The one constant in the Loonaverse is the Mobius Strip. It’s importance has been confirmed by BlockBerry Creative and you’d be hard pressed to find any theory that doesn’t include it somewhere. So, What is a Mobius strip?

Also called the twisted cylinder, it is geometrical shape that has one side, one curve and it’s non orientable, forming a loop on its own. The properties of the mobius strip come into play in the sense that if you were to travel through it, you would go through you starting point once but from the opposite side of the strip before returning to your original starting position.

Here’s a 3D model of the thing: https://www.thingiverse.com/thing:239158

Curious things: If you were to cut down a Mobius strip through the middle you would end up with long mobius. If you were to cut it twice at 1/3 the size each cut, you would end up with one long ass loop and one shorter loop that surrounds it.

Here’s a video that shows that: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XlQOipIVFPk&ab_channel=ThinkTwice

Okay one more schiency term to explain:

Time donuts (not really called that way) is a time travel/time machine theory that claims that a donut like vaccum that envelopes a sphere of matter and surrounded by a strong gravitational pull would create a void where time/space would collapse into itself, crating a sort of time loop where the closer you move to the sphere the bigger the gravitational pull to the point where you could even start going backwards. Here, space/time is the time machine (yeah, trippy). The physics to this theory are quite debatable at best but it is a theory nontheless, and perfect one for our purposes.

A new time-machine model with compact vacuum core by Amos Ori: https://arxiv.org/pdf/gr-qc/0503077.pdf

IT ALL COMES TOGETHER

Okay I read all this sciency stuff and I still don’t get it: How do all this relates to the Loonaverse? Well, my patient reader, all this science mumbo jumbo helps us understand the main conflict of the Loonaverse: escaping a never-ending time loop.

The theory states that the Loonaverse happens in a parallel universe where the laws of physics don’t abide to our own. In this universe the girls (LOONA) inhabit a space (moon maybe) that moves through time inside of a Mobius Strip, which itself envelopes a large dense sphere of mass, thus creating a time loop. The closer the girls get to the sphere the slower time moves to the point it may go backwards. Because they move through time in a Mobius Strip, the amount of time it takes them to re start the loop is long (though I am not sure how long). In the mean time they will go though their starting point but in the opposite side of the loop.

This means the girls are essentially trapped in a never-ending loop. Think Groundhog Day, Palm Springs, Russian Doll, Happy Death Day; and if time loop movies have taught us anything is that time loops kinda suck after a while.

But this also gives us the tools to possibly escape this loop. Our physics don’t abide in this universe, there are super powers, and mirror images and the possibility of escaping if we understand how it all works in the first place.

With all this science talk, doesn’t that make the Loonaverse a ScyFi story? Well… No.

Science Fiction as a genre uses technological and/or scientific advances to investigate and/or explain a human reality. It usually comes in the form of a warning (Brave New World) or as an exploration of what makes us human (Blade Runner). Science Fiction explores the possibilities of humanity in a technologically advanced future. Because the story LOONA tells us doesn’t explore the possibilities of a technologically ridden future or focuses on our relationship with these advancements, it cannot be called ScyFi.

TLDR:

The Loonaverse is the world and story that LOONA inhabits. It borrows form real life science and fantasy elements to better tell its story. It exists in a universe where the laws of physics differ from ours and where there is a set time loop in the form of a Mobius Strip, which the girls are trying to escape.

REMEMBER: This is all my interpretation of some very complex theories, theories I am unabashedly morphing to my will to fit a certain narrative (like scyfi and fantasy often do). Also, I didn’t come up with the idea of escaping the time loop, it’s kinda the oldest theory out there. It may even be confirmed by BlockBerry Creative. I am just explaining it the way it makes sense to me.

Next: How does all this science help explain the narrative conflict of the characters in the Loonaverse?

#loona #loonaverse #loona theory #loonatism #heejin #hyunjin #haseul #yeojin #vivi #kim lip #jinsoul #choerry #yves #chuu #go won #olivia hye

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semper-legens · 3 years

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157-160. Bloodborne Comics, by Kot, Kowalski, and Simpson

Owned?: Yes Page count: Unknown, not numbered My summary: The Hunt has begun. Foul beasts stalk the streets of Yharnam, the victims of the ashen blood plague. But is it enough to just survive the hunt? The Hunter seeks paleblood to transcend. The scientist and the priest seek answers. The Crow seeks her past. And when the veil is torn asunder, one traveller seeks the mysteries of the universe itself... My rating: 5/5 My commentary:

If you know me, you know that I absolutely love the game Bloodborne. Though I hadn’t actually played it myself until recently, I fell in love with its tone, its world, its mysteries as I watched a friend play it. So when I saw that there were four comics set in its world recently, I couldn’t resist. In the end I don’t think I have enough to say about them individually to give each its own post - here, then, is your omnibus blockbuster post with all of them!

First of all, overall these comics did a very impressive job in capturing the tone and feel of the games. Admittedly, all you need to do there is to be Gothic and mysterious, but dammit, they carried it off with style. The art was beautiful and disturbing in equal measure, and I love how instantly recognisable all of the locales from the game were. I was immersed immediately, and really enjoyed the experience.

Arguably my favourite was the first volume, The Death of Sleep. It features an unnamed Hunter seeking paleblood, and finding a child who bleeds white, travelling with them to the edges of the world. The child has more Insight than the Hunter, seeing the strange things that lurk at the edges of their world, and using that to guide the Hunter. It’s a great introductory comic, I love how it plays with the horror of the Hunter experiencing time as a player of the game might, and how we see so many of the major NPCs and a few main locations. The Hunter’s story is compelling, and you really feel for them as they try and keep this strange child alive, looking for answers even as the reader knows there are few to be found.

The second volume, The Healing Thirst, has the most traditional narrative. It follows a scholar who is researching the plague that befouls Yharnam, with the help of a priest he found along the way. The whole thing is told in their shifting POVs, in a way that seems oddly familiar with the notes the player might find about the world in-game. I really liked this glimpse at a pre-game Yharnam, a version of the city on its way to collapse but not quite there yet. The priest and the scholar were interesting characters too - even though it’s something of a foregone conclusion that they’re likely doomed, there was enough personality and complexity there to sustain me.

Then comes A Song of Crows, which largely deals with Eileen the Crow, an NPC from the game. Her backstory is told, in snatches and fragments, as she loops through time back and forth at the behest of strange things beyond her understanding. She, like the Hunter, is naturally confused at this, but tries to parse it out as best she can. I love Eileen, she’s one of my favourite NPCs, and so I absolutely loved this look at her story. The way time is used in this volume is also really cool and interesting, past and present and future bleeding together in a way that the reader can puzzle out the story being told, but you have to put a bit of work in.

The last volume is The Veil, Torn Asunder, which was also probably my least favourite. I just found it to be too weird and disjointed, and I didn’t connect with the main character at all. I think they should have used an NPC from the game for this, like with Eileen, so the reader has more of a connection when things get strange and distorted. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I love some weird trippy visuals and ambiguous reality, but I think I was looking for a little more narrative than this actually ended up containing.

And that’s all they wrote! Join me next time for something completely different - a ship, a murderer, and a starving nation.

#Bloodborne #Ales Kot #Piotr Kowalski #Brad Simpson #bookblr #5

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sombreboy · 4 years

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Love Maze »20

Previous » Next Series Masterlist ▎ 18+ ▎ pairing: Taehyung x Jungkook ▎ genre: School AU, crack humor, smut, angst, ETL, slow burn, fluff. ▎ word count: 11.9k ▎ ch.warnings: profanity, mentions of hospitals, side character yandere themes, graphic desc. of violence, mentions of blood, some angst :( , but also tooth rotting fluff, jealousy, smut, dom!tae, sub!koo, rimjob, fingering, oral/mouthfucking, wall fucking (LUBE IS IMPORTANT THIS IS JUST FICTION LMAO)

Co-writer: @velvetwicebang ♡♡♡

Jungkook had insisted on getting them a cab for the way home, and he was sure it took almost ten minutes of constant back and forth bantering between the two before he let Taehyung have his way of walking instead. He desperately needed the exercise, it seemed, so the younger eventually caved in, keeping a decently slow pace as he held his boyfriend's hand all the way home. More often than not, he'd glance over and catch Tae doing the same, only to be greeted by the boxy smile he knew too well. Fuck, the way Jungkook loves the guy...

"And we're home." Jungkook chimed as he closed the apartment door behind them before kicking off his shoes. He still held onto Tae's hand, letting the elder take the environment back in. It was the same as it had always been. But a bit messier... he honestly hadn't spent much time at his own apartment for the past weeks, as he would more often than not end up at Jisoo's.

Taehyung was instantly met with the comforting smell of Jungkook’s mild laundry detergent, his school bag carelessly littered on the ground, the bright sunlight peeking in through the windows... And, the vase of mismatched flowers..? He didn’t expect Jungkook to keep them— after everything that happened, that is. They’ve lost a significant amount of their bright color, yet they still managed to look beautiful. Just like his boyfriend, who had visibly lost a good amount of sleep. Now with the sun’s natural light, the faint eye bags were clear on the younger.... Had he thanked Kook for staying at the hospital until nearly three in the morning? “And we’re home.” Taehyung softly repeated, fingers having yet to part from the younger’s whilst he led them towards the couch. He urged Jungkook to sit down, only for him to take a seat on the latter’s lap. His arms circled around Kook’s neck, gaze twinkling with overpowering fondness as he stared down at him. “Hey, dumbass..” Taehyung smiled. “I love you. Thanks for waiting at the hospital until.. really late at night..” The elder shrugged his shoulders. “Dunno if I thanked you for that yet.” With the most gentle of touches, the pads of Tae’s warm thumbs brushed the delicate skin underneath Jungkook's eyes, wishing it could erase the obvious signs of fatigue.

Jungkook's hands settled to grasp Tae's slim waist, looking up at him with his dark, doe eyes. He hadn't stopped to really feel the exhaustion in his body until now. Because he hadn't felt like he could relax until he had his boyfriend in his own care-- the only care he trusted truly wanted nothing but the best. "I love you too." He felt his eyes sting a bit from the lack of sleep, leaning his cheek into the palm of Taehyung's hand before kissing it, eyes still admiring the view above. "I'm just happy you're okay...also, you're staying home tomorrow too. Doctors orders." Kook smiled. "but at least you have my PlayStation, and you can text me--" he paused to recollect his memories. "actually, I might need a new phone." He was pretty sure it broke, laying somewhere in the kitchen with a cracked screen.

A defeated, deep groan slipped past Taehyung, who childishly threw his head back in distaste. The elder didn’t know who the hell he was, but he suddenly missed school.. Maybe he simply missed his routine of waiting for Jungkook in the common room, or the taste of crappy breakfast with their friends. Either way, it was trippy. “Kook, I was trying to soften you up so you’d forget..” He pouted, resuming to look down into his boyfriend’s tired eyes. “Why would you need a new phone?” Like the whipped man he was, Taehyung began pressing a trail of innocent kisses all over Jungkook’s face, clueless of the reason.

Jungkook ignored the question, deliberately avoiding it by indulging in the kisses by pressing Tae down on his lap, "Just clumsy." he whispered as he chased the elders lips with his own until he managed to catch them in a sweet kiss, pressing their mouths together with a quiet, content hum. "Are you hungry? I have some delicious, unhealthy instant noodles with your name on it."

Jungkook didn’t need to ask Tae twice, the elder was already on his antsy feet. He’d been craving something other than a side of soggy noodles and rice. Hospital food wasn’t exactly the best, but he remained thankful. If it was up to him, Tae would’ve easily settled for a hefty granola bar. Extending out a hand, he helped pull Kook’s athletic body from off the couch, deeply refusing to admit that his boyfriend was getting a bit harder to carry around. The elder wondered how he’d built so much muscle.. He had to catch up, before Kook got too strong for his own good.

“You’re staring at me..” Taehyung mumbled through a mouthful, looking up from his bowl to stare back at the younger, questioning what he found so eye-catching.

Jungkook stirred his noodles mindlessly as his eyes had been fixed on his boyfriend. The other night, Taehyung's father had said things that kept replaying in his mind on a constant loop, unable to let it go... "The night your dad came to the hospital..." he paused to make sure Tae was keeping up, taking a breath himself as he brought the noodles to his lips, blowing on the steamy food to cool it down. "He said that you'd move away for college..." the thought alone had kook slowly losing his appetite, putting the bowl back down without taking that bite. "what's up with that?" He tried really hard to not sound upset, because he wasn't even sure it was true. There's no way it could be, because if it was.. his boyfriend would tell him, right?

Ah, that..

Taehyung mirrored Jungkook’s on edge pose of sitting, swallowing down his previous bite of food before tucking the bowl aside. Figuratively, not literally. If it was up to him, Tae wouldn’t be having this conversation right now. His boyfriend didn’t seem likely to let it go, however. “My dad wants me to follow in his footsteps, or whatever.” Taehyung sighed. “wants me to study business and work for his company.” The elder didn’t like the silence, where had their sweet moment gone? “There’s this prestigious college in America that he’s got his eyes on. And he’s set on getting me a spot..” Now that he thought about it, the time difference was bound to be a bitch. “I mean, it’s a possibility but nothing has been decided yet.” As much as he was reassuring Kook, he was reassuring himself.

Jungkook didn't know how to feel about this, the uncertainty in Taehyung's voice telling him that he didn't seem too into the idea either... But it was still a possibility. ''Do you want to go?'' Kook asked, the food forgotten as he scooted closer to Tae, their thighs pressing together. ''I..'' He wanted to say that he didn't want his boyfriend to go, but it would be selfish in a sense. Maybe Taehyung did want to. Hell, Koo's never asked what the hell the elder even dreamed of becoming.

“I don’t know what I want.” He was truthful with his response. Tae was in his late teens, he didn’t think anyone his age knew exactly what their sole purpose in life was. And if they did, they’d be glad to know Kim Taehyung envied them. Not knowing what to offer to the world oftentimes took a toll on him. Other than basketball, Tae didn’t think he was good at much else.. Once school turned into an old page, what the hell was he going to tackle next? A cashier at a store? A fast food worker? The elder needed needed some stability in his rollercoaster of a life.

“Maybe I was meant to be a businessman or some shit. I’ll never know if I don’t.. try, I guess.” Taehyung turned to look at his boyfriend, spotting the faint look of sadness in the younger’s expression. “Babe.. whatever happens, we’ll make it work, alright?” His hands cupped Jungkook’s face, craning his neck down to hopefully catch a glimpse of those doe eyes. “We still have time left before I get to really think about any of that.”

Jungkook's shoulders relax a bit at the reassurance, nodding as his cheeks are slightly squished. A faint smile pulled on his pouty lips, reaching to wrap his arms around Taehyung and pull him close, leaning forward to nuzzle his nose into the elders neck, breathing him in. ''Whatever you choose, we'll make it work.'' A selfish part of him hoped that he didn't have to watch his boyfriend leave, though. But that was still a future problem, he didn't need to worry now. Jungkook pulled back after a moment of simply enjoying Tae's touch, his doe eyes admiring how Taehyung already looked so much better than he did at the hospital. ''Sorry for bringing it up-- let's just finish dinner. I'm fucking spent..'' He chuckled, one hand moving up to swipe his thumb across Tae's jaw softly. ''I love you.''

“So I’ve heard..” Taehyung chuckled, leisurely leaning forward to engulf Jungkook’s lips in a slow, devoted kiss. His thumbs caressed over his boyfriend’s silk-like cheeks, noses brushing against one another as he deepened the shared, warm touch between their mouths. A second later, and Tae pulled away. “I love you too,” a big part of him wished he would’ve said it sooner, but Taehyung swore he’d make up for it by reminding Kook every chance he got.

After they finish eating their dinner, they indulge themselves in an anime— Jungkook’s pick. The night flew by with countless of questions on Taehyung’s end,

‘Why did he do that?’

‘What’s gonna happen next?’

‘This anime is making me wanna rip all my fucking hair out— that was a stupid move!’

Yeah, he was one of those people. Once the movie was done, it was time to sleep.

“I missed your bed just as much as I missed you.” The elder spread out his arms and legs on the comforter, laying with only his underwear intact.

"I missed having you in my bed." Jungkook coyly snickered as he sat down at the edge of the bed after discarding his pants, pulling his shirt over his head to carelessly throw it to the floor to join the other fabrics. "Haven't slept much since you weren't in it." He confessed quietly. And it was true. He'd never rocked eye bags the way he did until they were broken up, and he wasn't the usual chirpy morning person since then either. Kook crawled onto the bed, hovering on top of Taehyung to give his face several playful kisses, the muscles in his arms flexing as he was practically doing a pushup to kiss his boyfriend, heaving himself up just slightly out of care to not put his body weight on Tae. He still wasn't completely recovered after all, and hurting him on the first night back wouldn't be that smart.

Taehyung patted the empty spot next to him, waiting until Jungkook was situated by his side to pull the icy-cool covers over their warm bodies. The chilly touch only lasted for a couple of seconds, soon overtaken by the same warmth that kept them cozy in each other’s arms.

“I’m fucking tired..” Taehyung sluggishly mumbled into the crook of his boyfriend’s neck, prodding the tip of his nose against the skin. These days he enjoyed being the little spoon.. Maybe it was due to the fact he felt weaker than usual, but something about the way Kook’s chest rocked him to sleep, the way his arms protectively closed in around him; making him feel all the more small— it was intoxicating as hell. “G’night, Kook.” With one chaste kiss to his jaw, Tae’s cheek found its place in Jungkook's firm, yet soft pec, the comfortable heat drawing him into the gates of dreamland.

The next morning arrived too soon in Jungkook's opinion. As the alarm went off, a sleepy groan vibrated in his throat, reaching over to silence the clock by the nightstand before glancing down at the man sleeping soundly on his chest. He hadn't moved an inch since they fell asleep.

"Morning." Kook whispered softly as he embraced his boyfriend in his arms, pressing his nose into the elders hair to savor the moment before he had to force himself up for his traditional morning shower. Truth is, he hadn't slept this well in weeks, and even if he got the proper sleep he desperately needed; his morning energy was still yet to be found until he would step into the bathroom. "Ugh... I don't want to go to school.." he whined as he held Taehyung closer, tightening the hold as if the boy would disappear if he didn't hold on to him.

But he had to get up.

Carefully, Kook squirmed out of the bed to gently let Taehyung take the space he was previously in, the heated space he left behind keeping Tae warm. Kook got up on his feet, leaning down to press a soft kiss on his cheek before turning to rummage through his drawers for clean clothes, stripping off his boxers on the way.

Despite the loud interruption of the alarm clock he’d grown to hate, Taehyung’s eyes remained closed. He simply slurred over his groggy words, letting Jungkook know that he heard him— somewhat. “Go to school..” The elder immediately took over his boyfriend’s side of the bed, snuggling extra close to the remaining space of warmth as if it was Kook himself. Jungkook might’ve left him for the shower, but his distinct, pleasant scent had yet to leave the untidy sheets that embraced Taehyung’s lean body, streaming down his bare shoulders. T he muffled sound of the shower coming down like rain quickly soothed him back to sleep. Tae wanted to say ‘goodbye, have a nice day at school’ to his boyfriend before he left, but his body appeared to have other plans. Oh well.. he’ll see Jungkook afterwards. After all, they spent every waking second together.

Jungkook got dressed after his shower and headed back to the bedroom, ruffling his hair with the towel as he watched his boyfriend who had fallen back asleep. He didn't want to wake him, he needed the rest after all, so he opted to simply press a gentle kiss on his temple before grabbing his backpack and leaving. He wanted this day over with so he could go back home.

But things never go as planned for Jeon Jungkook...

Half of the day had gone by fairly smoothly, eating his lunch with his hyungs as they continuously asked about Taehyung.

''Is he okay?''

''Yeah,'' Jungkook smiled, ''He was discharged last night, so I took him home.''

''Oh my god!'' Jimin finally looked up from his phone to flash a wide squinted grin, ''So you're both really good this time?''

''Yeah, we are.'' Kook confirmed once more, feeling giddy about it himself. He just wanted to go home and kiss him right this second. His hyungs were happy for him, finally the tense drama seemed to have cooled down, now they just needed their last missing piece of the group to return.

Jungkook was heading to his next class, he was a bit late, when he spotted a, unfortunately, familiar face in the empty hallway that had his back facing him. But there's still no way he wouldn't recognize Ash from a mile away.

Why was he at school? Didn't the cops take care of him?

Ash had always been freakishly skillful at detecting every little glance— every single glimpse that was directed towards him. He fed off of the attention; his highly alert senses notified him whenever he had a pair of intrusive eyes on him. It caused the muscles in his back to twitch ever so slightly, the heaviness getting to be uncomfortable. It was no surprise when Ash turned around, surprisingly meeting Jungkook’s gaze. “Kookie..?” He whispered underneath his hitched breath, pleased they were alone in the vacant hallway. It was just the two of them, the way it should’ve been. The way it should always be.. Jungkook’s heart belonged to him, he knew it. The younger surely must’ve come back to his senses. Now that Taehyung wasn’t in the way, Jungkook could be his once again. The boy was still alive, what a fuckin’ shame. But it was now that counted, at least he got rid of him for the time being..

This time, Ash would hold onto Jungkook tight. Their love would make Tae wish he was dead.

The man was brave, taking a few steps towards Kook. A wicked smile stretched from ear to ear. He couldn't wait to get him back. “Jungkookie, long time no see. Did you miss me?”

Jungkook stood his ground, the fear he once had for the man lingering in the back of his head-- but it was drowning out with the fury that was pending, like a fuse slowly trailing towards a ticking time bomb. Not to mention, Kook was much stronger this time around. He was not the same boy that Ash had cornered in his own house. "Drop the bullshit. I know what you did." He hissed out his venomous words, the muscles in his torso flexing as he straightened his posture. "Why are you even allowed in school?" He asked, genuinely wondering why the hell he wasn't expelled for what he did.

"Tsk, Kookie." Ash clicked his tongue, seemingly unfazed by the younger. But in all honesty, he did feel the intimidating aura oozing off of the boy. It was frightening, and arousing all at once. Ash's father was a big name for a reason, getting the boy out of trouble whenever needed. This was no exception. A little money always solved everything. "Don't you see, I was only protecting you from getting hurt by Taehyung. He is no good for you. I hated that he kept making you sad." He simply stated as he took another step closer.

"You did nothing to help. You're a psycho." Jungkooks voice was laced with warning, clenching his fists. "He almost fucking died!"

‘But he didn’t, sadly.’ That’s what Ash wished he could’ve said, but even he knew better than to irk Jungkook at a moment like this. He’s never seen the younger look so distraught, everything about him screamed ‘angry’. Ash noticed the way Jungkook’s fists trembled at his sides, even then, he stayed put. It didn’t matter if the younger was irritated, Kook was talking to him. That’s all he wanted, to hear the boy’s honey voice once again.

“Taehyung’s not right for you, Kookie. Why can’t you see that?” Ash remained scarily calm, already used to the cutting hostility oozing from the younger. “Look at you— you’re feeling this way because of him!” He extended out a hand towards his past lover’s clenched fist, wanting to reassure him with the faintest of touches. “Forget about Taehyung, he’s not that special. All of us would’ve still lived on if he’d died.”

Those words were all that was needed to flick a switch inside of Jungkook, and his eyes darkened to nothing but a swirl of blank rage. His temperament had always been bad, but he's never felt this kind, the feeling was a mix between numbness and a series of explosions inside of his chest. His body moved on it's own, the clenched fist hurling forward until he drove his knuckles into Ash's jaw. The punch was so powerful that it immediately brought the man down on his ass, and before both of them knew it, Jungkook followed down on the floor to straddle the man's torso. "You." He snarled as another punch echoed in the hallway, "will never-" another crack of Ash's nose crushing, drawing blood that stained his face and Kooks knuckles, "even THINK about touching my boyfriend!" At this point, punches were growing frequent as Jungkook went into a blacked out frenzy, his dark, stringy curls sticking to the clammy skin of his forehead. He saw red, and he couldn't control how badly he wanted to hurt the person who tried to kill the only thing Jungkook truly loved. There was no mercy in the way he kept going, and going, and going until there was blood dribbling profusely from Ash's mouth and nose. Somebody had to stop him. The back of his mind screamed for him to--- but he couldn't. The anger in him had taken over, and it was as if all his pent up anger from everything he's been through was being released at this very moment.

The abrupt interruption of grunts and heavy punches arising from the otherwise silent hallway caught the attention of a few teachers. A few scurried over to the centre of the commotion, trying their hardest to pull a raging Jungkook off of Ash whilst the rest calmed down the prying students peeking out of the doorways, sneakily recording the aftermath of the fight. If they hadn’t broken up the younger’s punches when they did, Ash would have not been laying on the bloodied ground with an unsettling, weakened smile on his busted lips. Little Jungkookie was all grown up..

The teachers tried calming Jungkook down, but the boy was in too deep of a haze.

“Alright, put the phones down!” After harshly scolding the group of students, their attention was back on Kook. They had each one of the latter’s rigid arms in their tight grasp, preventing him from acting on the impulse of lunging at Ash; whom was receiving medical help from the school nurse. The view was one of a crime scene, there was blood shed everywhere— on Jungkook’s knuckles, clothes, floor, and now on the nurse’s hands as she led Ash to the health room. Meanwhile, Kook was headed towards the principal’s office. Whatever his motive was, it was unacceptable. There had to be consequences.

Jungkook was yet to come down from his rage until he was standing outside of the door to the principal's office. The teachers holding him didn't let him go, but opened the door to drag him inside towards the chair in front of the desk, where a very surprised principal was seated.

''Jeon?'' He said as he leaned forward in his chair, observing the mess that is one of his top students. He'd never ever been in this office for any reason whatsoever, so seeing this man... It wasn't the boy any of the staff recognized. ''What on earth happened?''

The teachers had finally let go of the young boy, standing behind the chair as they explained the recent events. Jungkook had severely harmed another student.

''This is not acceptable, Jeon..'' The principal was obviously upset and disappointed in him, ''Do you have anything to say?''

Jungkook's nostrils flared as he took deep breaths, eyes avoiding any of the adults, instead keeping his gaze fixed on his lap. ''He deserved it.'' he breathed out quietly, voice strained. His shoulders heaved up and down heavily as he finally noticed the blood on his hands, observing the bruised skin on his knuckles. He'd thrown punches so hard it scraped his own skin off.

The principal sighed, a hint of sadness in his eyes as he saw the pain and anger linger in Jungkook. But this wasn't something that could be justified by any means. ''Jeon Jungkook.. You're expelled from the school until further notice.''

Jungkook's eyes finally shot up to stare at the elder man, getting up on his feet so fast that the teachers behind him lunge forward to place a hand on each of his shoulders-- scared that he'd attack... Like he was some kind of animal.

''Wait, sir-- Let me explain!''

''Dismissed. Leave the premises immediately. I'm sorry Jeon.''

And yet, Ash never faced any consequences. Instead, Jungkook lost everything he'd been working his ass off for.

Fuck... What now?

Jungkook shrugged the hands away from his shoulders, hissing a 'Fine' before storming out the door. He didn't even notice the many looks and whispers coming his way as he headed down the hallways, and it wasn't until he was finally out on the street that everything slowly started to sink in.

''Fuck.... Fuck!'" he cursed, feeling his tears well up in his eyes. Wiping his cheek with his hand, he cursed once more as the blood on his hands smeared it-- but he couldn't bring himself to care. He just wanted to go home and take a shower, not a single thought on anything but crawling into his bed to process his previous meltdown. He didn't even want to face his hyungs, so he headed home. Slowly he made his way up the stairs to his apartment, fishing for the keys in his pocket. Another series of curses slipped through his lips as he dropped his keys too many times that he wanted to admit, his hands were aching, shaking... Finally, he managed to unlock the door and step inside, hoping that his boyfriend would still be asleep so he could take a quick shower and not look like he had been involved in a fight club.

“What the fuck! I fucking killed that guy, this is bullshit..” Taehyung shouted at the ‘Game Over’ displayed on the screen of the TV. They had to put it in bold letters, as if Tae wasn’t already feeling the discouraging ache in his chest— and hands. The thumbs that were previously working on the buttons of the controller were sore, their quick movements and utmost attention wasted. He’d woken up a few hours after Jungkook’s subtle departure, completely disoriented whilst he sat on his boyfriend’s bed, in his boyfriend’s room. However, his boyfriend was nowhere to be seen. It’d taken him a few too many seconds to remember, the common symptoms of a heavy sleep having yet to subdue from his mind. The rest of the day was far from eventful, especially without Jungkook by his side. Taehyung would’ve spammed the younger’s phone with borderline annoying text messages, but he’d been too busy playing video games to actually go through with it. In fact, his cellphone remained in the back pocket of his pants. Which remained on the floor of Jungkook’s bedroom.. Wanting to quench his sudden want for his boyfriend’s smell, Taehyung stole a change of the boy’s comfortable clothes. The shirt seemed way too big on him, but the sweatpants fit him okay. “Fuck.. let’s try again.” The elder heard the familiar chiming of keys, unaware of the time. It had to be after three, Kook was finally home. “Baby, hey. I’m playi— Jungkook-ah, what happened?” Taehyung might’ve not seen the younger leave for school, but he was sure Jungkook didn’t leave looking the way he did. The remote fell onto the couch, and Tae quickly shuffled on his feet. “Kook.. what— what the hell happened? Why are you all bloodied up?” Taehyung’s worried eyes inspected over the bruising on his inflamed knuckles, warm hands reaching outwards to cup his boyfriend’s solemn face. “You got in a fight? With who.. Jungkook, what the hell are you doing getting into fights?” His noticeable concern didn’t leave any room for answers, simply spitting out one question after the other.

Jungkook's eyes were glazed with an unnamed emotion, avoiding Tae's worried eyes as he looked to the side, then the other, before they finally landed back on his boyfriend. At least Taehyung was okay. He had Taehyung. Without a word, a shaky sigh pushed through his nostrils as he wrapped his arms around Taehyung's slim waist to pull him in for a hug, shrugging away from the hold on his face to bury his nose into the elders neck. "I'm sorry. I promised you not to..." Koo sighed again, this time feeling the remaining scatters of his anger mix with the sadness of the consequences he had to deal with, and it showed in the way his body was trembling with every word. "I just got so angry, everything blacked out, I... he.. fuck..." He didn't give any specifics, his mind too blurred by everything repeating itself in the back of his mind. The one thing keeping him grounded was the warmth of Taehyung.

If Taehyung wasn’t already taken aback by the unforeseen, soul-stirring embrace, Jungkook’s unsteady confession surely had him wide eyed.

‘He’...

The soft palm of his hand swept over Jungkook’s back, the other held on to the latter’s nape, thumb pressing circular motions over the taut skin.

Who was, ‘he’..

“You’re okay, angel.” Whatever it was that was bothering him, Tae wanted to get rid of it. “I’m here.”

‘I promised you not to...’

‘He’.

At that moment, it clicked. Jungkook was talking about Ash. The realization made Taehyung hug him even tighter, even closer. The younger needed him at this moment, so to blame him for acting on his impulses wouldn’t be the smartest idea.

“Deep breaths, Kook..”

Jungkook did as told, taking deep ragged breaths until they were steady enough for him to feel himself relax even the slightest. When he finally did, he still took another moment to just feel Taehyung's comfort-- as if everything happening around him wasn't his reality in this very moment. Just him and Tae.

"I'm sorry..." he murmured into the elders neck once more, tightening the hold around his waist, "I fucked everything up." And just like that, he felt himself crumble again, quiet sobs causing his shoulders to shake. He didn't regret beating Ash up, but being expelled? His scholarships went down the drain. His hard work wasted. He'd lost everything.

No basketball... No money. That idea of a part time job had to become a full time one at this point.

“Hey, don’t talk down to yourself, alright? There’s nothing you should be sorry for..” Taehyung turned his head to stamp a kiss onto the younger’s temple. “We’re going to figure this out. Together.” Tae didn’t exactly know what happened, but he’d been invited to the principal’s office far too many times in the past. The older man was kind, yet extremely stern when it came down to it. A bloody fight in the halls of his school? Expulsion was deemed the best fit. Fuck.. Taehyung knew how seriously Jungkook took his studies. The news must’ve been equivalent to getting a bag of bricks thrown at his chest. “If you’re worried about money.. I’ll help you.” The elder pulled away to gaze into his glazed eyes. “Just— just tell me you want me to work and I’ll start looking for a job. This place feels like my own.”

Jungkook slowly loosened his grip around his boyfriend until he simply rested his hands on his hips, pulling back just enough to look at him. "Yeah?" A small smile tugged at his lips, when did Taehyung become so... sweet? He's become more and more domestic the more they were together, the boy nothing like the aggressive mess he used to be. Well, an enhanced, better version. But now... Kook started to feel like he's the one becoming a worse version of himself.

"Focus on school first." Kook hissed quietly when he felt the sting in his knuckles as he accidentally brushed them against the fabrics of Tae's shirt. "ouch.... man, I need a shower." But the thought of washing with his hands made him cringe a bit.

Gently, Tae’s fingers advanced downwards to wrap around Jungkook’s wrist, bringing the younger’s hand up to his face for closer inspection. A thin layer of skin had come loose from his knuckles, giving the blood more raw area to resurface. “No, what you need is a deep cleanup. Uh, let me get the..” It was then that Taehyung realized he didn’t know where to start. “The.. shit, how do you do this?” He masked it well, but in that very moment, Taehyung felt like he was deserving of the title for the shittiest boyfriend in the world. Kook needed him, yet he couldn’t care for him in the ways he was supposed to. “I’m sorry.” Tae rubbed a hand over his nape when suddenly someone else came to mind.. He wasn’t necessarily fond of this person, but if it meant that Jungkook wouldn’t be in pain anymore, he’d reach out to the devil himself. “We’re going to Jisoo’s, she’d know what to do.”

Jungkook inspected his knuckles as well, wincing at the sight of the skin. It stung really bad... He would be lying if he said he wasn't surprised that Tae suggested to visit Jisoo, however understanding by the fact that.. well, Tae was pretty clueless when it came to these things. ''Yeah, that's a good idea.'' Kook agreed mindlessly. Jisoo always knew what to do. And she'd be thrilled to see that Taehyung made it okay-- but... maybe not by the fact that Jungkook looked like he'd killed a person. ''Right now?'' He asked sheepishly, wiping his cheek with the palm of his hand to remove some of the dried blood.

Tae snuck an arm around Jungkook’s waist, partly to guide him outside, and the other to rub off their relationship in Jisoo’s face. Call him petty, he doesn’t give a fuck. “Yeah, right now.” He was glad the woman was simply a few steps to their left, arriving at her door in a matter of seconds.

It didn’t take long for Jisoo to appear after a couple knocks, her expression of relief when seeing Taehyung shifting into one of horror when her tired eyes fell on Jungkook. She didn’t know how to feel. “Uhm.. wha— what happened? Oh my goodness, come in, come in!” The woman shut the door behind them, urging Kook to sit down on the couch. Tae sat down next to him, one of his hands possessively placed on his boyfriend’s thigh. “Tell me what happened, you look like you killed a person..” Jisoo came back with a small box in her hold, pulling up a chair in front of Jungkook before reaching for the latter’s bleeding hand, worry evident in her face.

Jungkook felt vaguely trapped in between the two, one possessively squeezed to his side as the other was sitting straight in front of him. He was used to Jisoo's close proximity, none of it even making him blink twice when she picked up his hand, the touch all too familiar. He supposed he did almost kill a person, a part of him wondered what would've happened if nobody had stopped him. But obviously he wasn't going to mention that. ''Ah.. It's complicated.'' Jungkook tried to avoid the question, he didn't want her to worry about his temper, knowing she knows that it isn't his best quality. He hissed when she brought out the disinfectant, cautiously wiping his wounds clean to avoid any further swelling.

''I don't believe this is nothing,'' Jisoo pressed further, her eyes moving up to meet the youngers. It felt odd that the close proximity between the two didn't feel... well, odd.

''Got into a fight, that's all..'' A one sided fight, but Ash deserved it. Jungkook would do it all over again without any regret.

Jisoo hummed, still not believing him entirely. She had sharper eyes than you'd think, noting how only Jungkook's knuckles were the parts that were actually bruised, while the rest of him was simply just stained with blood. Most likely not his own. She also noted Taehyung's hand slowly moving up and down Jungkook's thigh as to soothe his pain, internally scolding herself for actually feeling a pang of jealousy.

''But..'' Jungkook sighed quietly, he did trust Jisoo with a lot of things. There's no way he could keep a big thing like this from her, however bad it sounds. ''I got expelled.''

The disinfecting of the cuts on his damaged skin took a small pause. Jisoo’s light brown eyes were nearly the size of a ping pong ball, staring up at Kook with utter shock.

Jungkook got expelled..? Her friend Jungkook?

“Oh. Damn, that’s.. that’s horrible.” The other hand that didn’t have the latter’s own bruised one on her lap reached out to smooth over Jungkook’s bicep, trying to soothe him with a simple touch. She didn’t mean anything flirtatious from it.. kind of. But Taehyung knew better. After catching them kissing, every glance from Jisoo felt wrong.. invasive. “If you need help with anything.. money, food— anything, just, reach out to me.”

“Don’t worry. He’s gonna be turning to me for any help.” Taehyung spoke for the first time since he stepped foot into her apartment. His tone of voice wasn’t spiteful, but it wasn’t kind either..

“Oh.. uhm, yeah. Yeah I mean, I get it. Sure.” The tension between the two couldn’t even be cut with a knife. The woman inhaled before continuing to mend for Jungkook’s wounds, trying her hardest to not be affected by the hostility in her own apartment. “Anyways.. Yuna keeps asking for you, Googie.” Jisoo flashed a quick smile, hoping to ease the uncomfortable tension in the room. Babies automatically made everything better.. right?

Jungkook was oblivious to the tension between the two, feeling the smile tug on his lips at the mention of little Yuna. ''Yeah? Where is she?'' He asked, momentarily forgetting about the problems that was his ban from school, and the future. He always felt weak for the little child and her pure joy. ''Maybe she wouldn't want to see me looking all messed up, though..'' He remembered, lifting his hand to look at how the irritation of his wounds had gone down significantly from the cleaning.

Jisoo seemed pleased that Kook was unaware, even more so that the mention of Yuna brought a smile to his face. He needed it.. “She’s taking a much needed nap. You know.. all that crying, pooping, and peeing is tiring.” The woman chuckled at her own joke, stealing a curious glance at Taehyung. He remained poker faced, the topic of babies not working on him. Jisoo softly cleared her throat, spreading the lukewarm gel over Jungkook’s prominent knuckles. “And she always wants to see you, by the way. She loves you, trust me.” It was true, Yuna’s never been more infatuated with a man in her life. She hadn’t experienced much of life yet, but the way her squeaky squeals grew in size at the sight of Kook was endearing.

Jungkook's toothy grin grew further at the thought of Yuna's little joyful squeals, a light chuckle emitting from his lips. That little girl had a piece of Kooks heart, that was for sure. "I'll have to come play with her soon, I bet she will go crazy if she can't mess up my hair soon." He loved children, and just thinking about it made his heart feel lighter.

A moment of silence followed, Jungkook was quietly looking at Jisoo as she did the same, the odd moment of having the two people who must care about him the most was both.. weird yet comforting. However, the younger was in dire need of a shower...

"Alright noona," he said as he placed his hands on his thighs to get ready to head out, "Were gonna go, I need to get out of these clo-.. well I need a shower." He didn't want to overshare like he usually would, especially not with his boyfriend around. Things were different again. "Thank you for taking care of me." The underlying meaning of his words were there, she always took care of him-- time and time again. He reached out to give her a soft squeeze on her hand before getting out of the couch, Taehyung quickly followed behind him like a puppy until they were at the door.

It was official, Taehyung was jealous. He admitted it hurt somewhere deep within to watch Jisoo and Jungkook interact. Not out loud, but internally counts.. The way they stared at one another prompted a powerful clench in his chest— and fists. Their shared inside jokes, ‘Googie’, how they didn’t seem uncomfortable when she unhesitantly rested Kook’s hand on her bare lap, as if it was a natural occurrence for them. I t made Tae wonder if they’ve gone further than a simple kiss. Just because it was something he didn’t wish to accept, it didn’t mean that it couldn’t have been a reality.. He was grateful for Jisoo in certain aspects. But when it came to flirting with his handsome boyfriend? She messed with the wrong guy. Taehyung wasn’t blind. He saw and cherished all of the younger’s attractive qualities. It made him cocky to know others couldn’t express their desire the way he could.. Oh and did he express it. Multiple times.

Once they’d made the short walk back to Jungkook’s apartment, Tae slammed the door behind him, walking closer to Kook until his hands comfortably rested on his hips. “Glad you’re feeling better.” Not a second longer, Taehyung attached his longing lips to his boyfriend’s neck, sucking on the skin like he’d never done before. The hands that rested on each hip snaked down to Jungkook’s ass, groping the plump flesh in between his long fingers. Bless whoever invented sweatpants.

“I caught you ‘n Jisoo kissing.” Tae squeezed harder, sucked rougher. It appeared as if he was talking about the weather, not putting much mind into it. Whatever happened, happened. “You have no fucking idea how jealous that makes me..” The elder growled into his ear. “did you fuck too? Hm?”

Jungkook groaned quietly at the sudden intimacy, immediately granting the elder more access to his neck by craning it to the side. Tae's hot breath fanned his ear, causing his ass muscles to tense up in his grasp. Wait, Taehyung saw them kissing? When? "Ah..." he whined as he placed his hands on his boyfriend's shoulders. "Mm....'m sorry.. it just.. " he paused to focus on another breath, overly responsive to the dominance Taehyung oozed-- it's been so long since Kook was on the receiving end of this. "It j-just kinda happened.."

Jungkook’s blatant response only fed into Taehyung’s jealousy, a hint of anger was thrown into the boiling mix. “It just kinda happened, huh..” Frustrated, he clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, refusing to believe that was the best apology Kook had to offer. His indecisive hands slid upwards to grip onto Jungkook’s waist, keeping the latter on his feet whilst Taehyung’s teeth tugged at an abused patch on his thick, accessible neck. Curious, the elder glanced up at him through the microscopic openings in his dark eyelashes. His tipped jaw flexed with every bite, lick, and inch of attention he was putting into Jungkook, withdrawing his wet lips when pleased with the final product. Taehyung looked into his boyfriend’s doe eyes, noticeably determined as he spoke. “I’m gonna make rough love to you, and you’re gonna take every second of it.” This time, Taehyung wasn’t playing around. He had to show everyone whom Jungkook belonged to, otherwise they’d try to steal him. That just couldn’t happen. “Off to the bed, baby. I wanna shove my dick inside that tight little ass of yours— and soon.”

A breathy 'yes' was all Jungkook could muster to say as he immediately did as he was ordered to do, heading towards the bed. He stood by the edge, the back of his knees pressing against the foot of the bed as he kept his darkened, needy gaze on his boyfriend. He had missed this side of Taehyung, he had to admit. It reminded him of the strong, stubborn asshole he fell in love with. Without a word, he stripped his stained clothes off until he was wearing nothing at all, no patience left for what's to come. And besides, if he could read the elders eyes right, there was no patience left in him either. Just pure, jealous, possessive lust. Kook remained standing however, not daring to do anything else until told so.

“Fuck, I love it when you get desperate.” Taehyung took his time to closely examine every dip, rounded edge, and margin of Jungkook’s naked body. And goddamn, was it a sight to see... There came a time where he couldn’t handle seeing. Instead, he needed to feel. It’s been way too long. Part of him forgot about what made his boyfriend’s fleshy, warm insides so addicting.. Taehyung stepped closer to the younger, now able to make out the goosebumps running along his milky skin. “You’re so fucking gorgeous, you know that?” His lips ghosted over Jungkook’s, his neck, and ears. “Even the way you’re oozing precum is adorable.” Taehyung brushed the tip of their noses together, breathing onto his face. “You’re adorable, that’s all you are at the moment.” His bigger hands tightly squeezed onto Jungkook’s hips, sure to leave a mark. “But you know what should bring you shame? Fucking someone else behind my back.” He pressed their foreheads together, hungry eyes lusting over a quick taste of his boyfriend’s rosy lips. But he wouldn’t. Until Jungkook came out with a different, heartfelt apology, Taehyung would hold back. I n the blink of an eye, the elder’s pointer finger was pointed at the vacant bed. “On all fours, make sure you stick out that pretty little ass.”

Jungkook's hitched breath got caught in his throat in the form of a muffled whine from Taehyung's rough hands, the way he hisses his words out turned the younger on so fucking much. It surely was confusing as it mixed with his guilt for what he'd done while they were broken up. He didn't utter a word. And honestly, he probably wouldn't be able to even if he tried. Being so easily subdued by the elder, despite his larger and obviously more powerful frame, he crumbled into a little boy that just wanted to please as soon as Tae speaks. Jungkook turned on his heels to climb up on the bed on his knees, glancing over his shoulder through his dark locks at his boyfriend before slowly getting down on all fours, keeping his torso up with his elbows on leverage. It took him a few seconds too long to lower himself a bit further, arching his back just a tad bit to give his ass that extra bit of a plump look. A soft sigh escaped his lips, a bit embarrassed by how exposed he suddenly felt. He'd been like this in front of Taehyung several times previously, but this time felt different. Kook felt the heated stare laying heavy on his body.

The elder practically foamed at the mouth, entranced from the way Jungkook desperately clenched around nothingness. He imagined it were his raw cock that was getting squeezed in between his boyfriend’s sloppy walls, silently begging him to never leave his dripping chambers. “Such a pretty ass..” Taehyung licked over his lips, both hands smoothing over each cheek. He harshly squeezed the skin, watching it jut out from between his fingers. “And an even prettier little hole.” Without a heads up, Tae leaned down to slowly swipe his flattened tongue over the crack running along Jungkook’s back, initiating a bit of extra pressure on the latter’s puckered entrance. He paused to watch the way his boyfriend’s body quivered, only to do it again, and again. Taehyung parted Kook’s rosy cheeks even further, leaning back in to place kitten licks over the younger’s hole. The elder’s eyes remained closed, and a hue of red washed over his cheeks. He would’ve never thought he’d be eating out someone’s ass, but here he was.. Enjoying every fucking second of it. “So sweet.” Taehyung lowly mumbled against Jungkook’s sensitive spot, opening his eyes to stick his middle finger inside, continuing to press open mouthed kisses around the rim.

Kook whined out his boyfriend's name in quiet whimpers, pressing his cheek against the soft duvet. His breathing gradually grew heavier with every ounce of attention he was given, the warmth of the elders wet tongue a new sensation itself. "Oh..fuck..." his whines grew along with his heavy breaths, bordering on moans at this point when he felt Taehyung's long finger spread his tight hole open. He tried his best to relax his muscles, but everytime another praise was thrown his way he felt his body reacting on it's own. He couldn't control the instinctual response of his body trying to move closer to feel Taehyung's finger deeper, his neediness presenting itself in the way his skin was burning, precum dribbling down onto the sheets below him. And not to mention the pathetic sounds emitting from his throat. "More, please..."

“More?” Taehyung’s slick finger moved inside of him, but not as fast as Jungkook wanted. The elder wanted to be a tease, only thrusting the single digit in and out of his boyfriend at the speed he deemed acceptable. “Shit, you’re squeezing so fucking hard.” Tae’s free hand slowly slid up the prominent line cutting through the middle of Jungkook’s back, stopping at the latter’s raven hair to give it a harsh tug. His boyfriend’s curls were long enough where he could twirl his fingers within the strands, as if they became one. “So fucking warm ‘n tight..” Taehyung’s teeth harshly tugged at his bottom lip, feeling the room’s cool air clash against his dampened finger the second he unplugged it out of Jungkook, no longer embraced by the younger’s soft tunnels. With his lower body still fully clothed, Tae pressed the growing bulge prodding at his fabrics against Kook’s wet entrance. The other hand grasped onto the younger’s hip, feeling the accumulating sweat gradually build up on Jungkook’s skin whilst he held him in place. “Think you owe me a better apology, baby.” Tae began grinding his hips into his boyfriend. “Fuck.. I’m still angry.” Vividly picturing that he had his cock tucked deep inside of him, Taehyung’s pelvis roughly slammed against Kook’s ass. “Apologize.” Another thrust, and another, another.. “If I like it then maybe I’ll let you take off my clothes, pretty thing. You wanna be stuffed with my fat dick, don’t you?”

Jungkook turned his neck to get a glimpse of his boyfriend with his own large, needy eyes. "I'm s-sorr-ah!" His whiny voice was interrupted by a particularly hard thrust, his chest falling down on the sheets as he lost balance to keep himself up. His cheek rubbed against the soft fabrics, eyes welling up with tears due to the aching between his legs mixed with the constant tease against his hips, wishing it was Taehyung's cock spreading his ass open instead. "Please, Taehyung!" He put an effort into speaking this time, taking a shaky breath with the occasional gasp. "please, I'm sorry-- I don't want anybody else, all I could think of was how she wasn't you... please, please..." the sheet below the younger was stained with his precum, and the fat tears that slowly trickled down from his cheeks. "I need you, please, only you..."

“Damn right.” Taehyung’s fingers tugged harder at his boyfriend’s mess of hair, raspy moans of his own audible to the stuffed ears as he pressed himself harder against Jungkook’s mishandled opening, swiveling his hips mercilessly. He never would’ve thought seeing tears in Kook’s doe eyes would arouse him in any scenario, but here he was, hornier than ever knowing he was the reason for the younger’s crystal beads of water trickling down his face. The front of his bulge had a minor wet spot, and Tae could feel the dampness with every dry thrust against his boyfriend. He couldn’t take it anymore. “You got lucky,” He leaned down to whisper into his ear, “now, get up and undress me.”

Jungkook had to take a second to collect himself, using his strong but wobbly arms to push himself up to his knees and turn around to face his still fully clothed boyfriend. It felt quite weird in contrast, as he himself was fully naked, skin glistening with sweat and precum. Not to mention the tears still rolling down his damp cheeks. They weren't sad tears though.. just, needy, overwhelming emotions of want for his Taehyung. He reached out with both hands to tug the hem of the elders shirt, swiftly pulling it over his head to finally reveal his torso. Kook felt his mouth salivating already, his own greediness growing even further as he wasted no time in equalizing their amount of clothes, unbuttoning Tae's pants so quickly he almost ripped it with his strength. Finally, he peeled his pants down along with his underwear, doe eyes watching in admiration as his turgid cock springs up to taunt Jungkook. God, did he want a taste... Kooks eyes flickered up to meet Tae's, the whiny pitch in his voice something only this man got to hear from the younger. " Fuck my mouth, please... want you to. I'll take it all."

A deep, taunting chuckle emitted from the pit of Taehyung’s throat, one hand reaching outwards to cup the side of Jungkook’s tear-streaked face. “Good boy for saying please.” Tae stared down into his glassy eyes, the bulging head of his cock doing the same. “Of course you’ll take it all.” His thumb brushed away the string of salty water cascading down his rosy, glowing cheek. “Open up.” And just like that, he withdrew his gentle touch. There was a lesson to be taught. “A-ah.. fuck yeah..” The second the tip popped in past his boyfriend’s plush lips, Taehyung threw his head back with a moan. “Good boy.” His fingers held on to a handful of Jungkook’s hair yet again, this time he had a motive. Slowly, Tae thrusted into the boy’s warm mouth, wanting to start off easy. “So fucking good for me..”

Jungkook's jaw went slack to allow Taehyung's thick length to push into his warm mouth, drool already trickling down the corners of his lips. As he took it deeper, the restricted air flow forced him to focus on breathing through his nose, a faint groan vibrating in his chest at the tangy taste of Tae's precum coating his tongue. Kook put his palms flat on the bed, on all fours. It made him feel dirty, his body reacting so easily to every praise and harsh tug in his long locks, eyebrows gradually drawn together as he focuses on doing well to please his boyfriend.

The sinful sight from beneath him was the boost Taehyung needed to fuck harder into his boyfriend’s mouth, feeling Jungkook’s nose repeatedly prod his pelvis with every sloppy, squelching thrust. “Such a fuckin’ tight little mouth..” His long fingers curled tighter around the younger’s hair, harshly yanking him forward time and time again to meet his fast-moving hips, “My tight little mouth, ah fuck..” He could feel it. If he continued for a second longer, he’d burst his warm seed into his boyfriend’s mouth. The elder didn’t want that, the only place he wanted to spill himself into was Jungkook’s ass— at least for now.. “You did good, baby boy.” Ignoring the faint whines, Taehyung pulled out his soaked cock. Slobber ran down his rough length, as it did Kook’s chin. He found it adorable. Tae smirked down at his boyfriend. “Bet you’ll like this.” With one hand on his wet dick, he carefully smacked his length against the skin of Jungkook’s face, gently slapping it across his cheeks, nose, and chin. “You like that, huh. Your boyfriend’s fat cock all over your face..”

Kook flinched at the initial smack against his cheek, the wetness creating several strings of saliva and precum sticking to the skin of his face. He looked up at his boyfriend with a gaze filled with nothing but submission, like an innocent puppy obediently taking whatever he's given. And the truth is, he did love it. The slight degradation to it had his own cock aching as it remained untouched. ''I don't like it... I love it.'' He countered with a slight brattiness to his tone, but not too much as to where it would seem like he's putting up an attitude. He licked his plushy lips clean off of the juices staining them, eyes following Tae's rigid cock as it painted his skin in a layer of their juices, until his eyes fell back to meet Taehyung's. The teasing was riling the younger up so much that it made him impatient and whiny. If continued for too long, he might pick up an attitude after all. ''Please... more...'' He carefully asked, eyes still not averting Tae's, staring up at him with his doe eyes that were swirling with need and admiration. He wanted so much more, he'd missed feeling the very cock that was taunting him, he just wanted to have it shoved deep inside of him right now.

Truth was, Taehyung had been stripping himself of his own desires. He too wanted to stuff his cock inside of his boyfriend, fill him up to the brim with every droplet of his cum that shot out of him. It was harder than he’d thought, as if Tae was punishing himself in the midst of it. The stare of desperation Jungkook was giving him.. it drew him in like no other. It was as if Taehyung could see his own wants through the younger’s brown irises. He had to be inside of him, Jungkook wanted it just as much. “Get up.” He bossed the younger around, pumping himself a few times before stepping into Kook’s lewd bubble. With both hands placed on his boyfriend’s waist, Tae led them both to the wall. “Hope you love this just as much.” He swiftly leaned in to catch Jungkook’s glistening lips with his own, muffling his boyfriend’s squeaky moans. The moment Taehyung pulled away panting, he reached for the younger’s legs, picking him up without much effort. He made sure they were tightly secured around his flexed torso, adjusting Kook’s body with both hands on his bare ass. “Ah fucking hell..” Taehyung pushed his cock was all the way in, keeping still to get used to the familiar tightness. He pressed Jungkook’s back against the same wall, hiding his red face in the crook of his boyfriend’s neck as he slowly began to move. “The tightest I swear to fucking god.. you’re squeezing around my cock so well.”

Jungkook's muffled moans became clear as day the very moment the kiss was broken, a loud, raspy groan in pleasure and pain striking the room. "Fuck, it's big.. so big, ah.." he whines, the way Taehyungs girth stretched his ass was a mix of pain and bliss that rushed through his entire body when his boyfriend moved inside of him. Kook hooked his arms around Tae's neck, locking himself onto him as if he never wanted to let go. If he could stay this way forever he would. "Feels good... feels so fucking good.." the youngers mind quickly turned into a haze, vision blurred with his lust as he threw his head back against the wall. His eyes fluttered shut, mouth hanging open in breathy gasps for air. It was insane to him how weak he was for every single touch, praise, and even punishments that he was given.

“My cock’s big, hm?” Taehyung withdrew from his hiding spot on his boyfriend’s sweaty neck, relishing in the mix of whines and grunts that slipped past Jungkook’s agape lips. “Baby, ‘m gonna make you feel even better.” The elder pulled out all the way, giving himself a moment to catch his breath— to center himself, and then slammed his hips forward as hard as he could. “A-ahh..” He dragged out, loving the way Jungkook’s body shivered, how his ass tensed up in the palms of his hands. Tae’s whole body was slick with sweat, and the slide of his dick was fast and easy. Almost too easy. “I fucking love you..” He slammed deep inside of him a second time, close enough to taste the salty, dripping sweat on Jungkook’s neck. “Love fucking you.” Another harsh slap of his pelvis, the sound echoing throughout the room. “Fuck.. love—” The words couldn’t seem to come out, not with the way his boyfriend’s insides were pulling him in. Taehyung wouldn’t stop there, however. “Love kissing you so much.” He snapped into him, the mushroom tip rubbing against Jungkook’s prostate. “Love being your— f-fuck.. I love being your best friend and your boyfriend in one— ah..” Being so deep inside of the man he loved, it played with Tae’s emotions. He loved this man, and he wanted to remind him of that whilst he made love to him.

Jungkook's moans echoed in the apartment, louder with each thrust that perfectly rammed just the right spot inside of him to build up the heat that pooled in his lower stomach. ''G-god...yes-- fuck, I love you-uu!'' He cried out, unaware of the tears that had started to trickle down the corners of his eyes, still keeping them tightly shut. Kook held onto his boyfriend, digging his blunt nails into his shoulders. ''Taehyu-ung...'' Jungkook breathed out his lover's name in between whines that were grew more high pitched-- indicating that he was getting closer and closer to his own end. ''I'm gonna cum if you keep going, please, please don't stop... Haa....Harder...'' Kook's voice lowered as he almost growled out his words almost as a demand. Just.. Feeling his cock being rubbed between their slick bodies, and his ass constantly rammed into-- on top of the emotional praise.. It was too much. Kook was practically crying, begging for more to get rid of the aching that throbbed within his entire being.

As if he was a machine wired to satisfy all of Jungkook’s needs, Taehyung pushed aside the soreness building up in his flexed arms. His rounded nails sank into the reddened skin of his boyfriend’s plump ass, holding him tighter— fucking him harder until Tae felt his knees buckle up, legs slightly quivering underneath their weight. “Cum with me baby, ‘m close too..” His brows knitted closer together, and his face scrunched up into the same ugly expression, letting his boyfriend know that he was right there with him; barely hanging on to the edge. Nevertheless, the enthusiasm in Taehyung’s thrusts never faltered. “Fuuuck..!” The sound he made laid somewhere between a grunt and a moan, whatever it was— Tae was extremely close. “S-so good baby, shit-- good boy.” He spilled out barely coherent praises until all he could mutter was a long, strained moan. Taehyung spilled his cum into his boyfriend’s warm ass, painting Jungkook’s stretched walls with the dripping liquid. He continued to lazily slam into him, fucking his cum deeper into Kook until he just.. couldn’t. The energy he once possessed was spent into pleasing the younger, and damn was it worth it.. “I love you, dumbass..” Tae mumbled onto his neck, his heavy panting fanning at the skin. “That was fucking great. Ten out of ten would hit again.” The sound of his tired chuckles echoed throughout the room, replacing the sound of their moans.

Jungkook's orgasm hit him like a punch in the gut the exact moment he felt Tae's hot spurts of cum filling him up. His own cum painted their sweaty stomachs, rubbing the liquid together as his boyfriend kept lazily moving inside of him. When the sensitivity hit him further, his body started to shake and squirm in the elders hold, his out of breath voice was shaking. "I love..lo-ove..you-u too.. ah..." his hands moved to stroke his boyfriends hair, gently running his fingers through the messy curls, "so good, ten out of ten would let hit me again..." kook countered, his voice a bit less strained as he slowly collected himself. He unhooked his legs to place his feet on the floor, attempting to stand properly. Shit, he was gonna be sore tomorrow. E ven as he stood properly, his hands remained tangled into Taehyung's hair, looking at his just as fucked out and exhausted state. "I love you.... you're not.. still mad at me right?" He tilted his head, hands moving to cup Taes face, "About noona."

Taehyung shook his head, wrapping his arms around the younger’s waist to balance him, “I don’t think I was ever mad, more so.. jealous. I mean, we weren’t together during that time so..” He leaned forward to press a kiss onto Jungkook’s nose. “I’m still a little jealous, but I’ll survive.” Once sure that his boyfriend could stand on his own, Tae stretched his aching arms over his head. “Speaking of surviving, will you?” Along with a raise of his brow, the elder’s lips morphed into a sly smirk. “I went all out, and I’m not sorry.” His hand reached back to pat Jungkook’s ass, seeing bits of him cum dribble down the latter’s thighs.

Jungkook groaned as he stretched his own body. His legs lightly quivered when he carried his full weight on his own feet, knowing he's gonna rock a limp for the next day or so. Brings back memories for sure, from their first time that left Kook a limping idiot that barely could participate in basket practice. "Okay," kook sighs in relief, "I'll survive, just... I really need that shower now.." He really did, beating up Ash and getting thoroughly fucked was more than enough to make him feel like he needed to be boiled in water at this point to feel clean. On unstable legs, he still managed to keep himself steady enough to grab his boyfriends hand and lead the two of them to his bathroom, turning on the hot water of the familiar shower. Even the small squeak as he turned the water on was comforting in a sense. It was always there, and somehow he had never thought about it until now. Trivial things that just melt into your life.

Like Taehyung. He really couldn't imagine his life if the elder didn't exist in his life. "Taehyung.." Kook murmured out in the tiled room that slowly began to fog up with the heated water, reaching out to make sure it was just the temperature he wanted before stepping in. "you should move in with me." Technically, they already did kind of life together; but not officially. The elder still had most of his stuff at his own house, and kook wanted to change that. He wanted to make sure there was nothing that tied Tae to that shithole.

When the younger tiredly called out his name, Taehyung expected another‘I love you’ or a breathless kiss. What he didn’t see coming was the proposition Jungkook had thrown at him; the latter seemed sure, like he’d made up his mind ages ago. It wasn’t something light. No, his boyfriend was offering him a place to live. Permanently.

“Are you.. are you serious?” Taehyung didn’t quite know how to act, how to feel. Did Kook take pity on him? Was this a decision they were going to regret later down the road? No one knew. Apart from the occasional negative thoughts, the clouds parted, letting in the light. Far more positive views resurfaced, covering those that previously sent a tingle of anxiety down Taehyung’s spine. The hot stream of water never bothered him, but now that he was more aware of his senses— how he truly felt, Tae took a step back. Maybe that’s what he needed in his life, a new start, to be less.. stressed, anxious. And Jungkook was his, the fresh start that he’d been longing for all along. “I-I’d love to.” A wide, breathtaking smile shone brighter than the bruises on his skin. The elder’s eyes glazed over, and to try and cover up his emotions, Taehyung threw himself into his boyfriend’s arms. “Thank you.”

Jungkook's anxiety was immediately pushed away when he felt his boyfriend in his arms, the only few words he needed to hear. Tae suddenly felt so small in his arms, the duality of this man's personality was unbelievable. He hugged Taehyung for a while, feeling his own eyes tear up at the revelation. He was gonna live together with his boyfriend. Away from the abusive father. Closer to him. A deep sigh in relief had his shoulders sinking as he placed kisses on Tae's forehead, a wide toothy grin of his own to match the brightness he was given. "I'm so happy!" Koo chirped, "you make me happy." His smile softened as he slowly begun to guide them both underneath the stream of water, letting it rinse the sweat off their clammy skin.

Proving the unthinkable, Taehyung’s boxy grin grew in size, his eyes nearly disappearing into upside down smiles of their own. His whole body was beaming, the elder was the happiest he’s ever been in days. The night Jungkook asked him out remained his happiest memory, but at the moment; as they stood under the hot shower, this was definitely a close second. Both were giant leaps into their relationship, and Tae couldn’t be any prouder. “You make me happy too, Kook.” He pulled away just enough to look into his boyfriend’s tender eyes, their sore bodies still bundled together in an embrace. “Fuck.. I just, I still can’t believe it. I’m gonna be living with you,” Taehyung laughed in disbelief. “And don’t worry! I’ll start working soon for the both of us if you want me to. I-I’ll help you with the monthly rent, the bills, everything. This is our home, after all.” A safe place away from their shitty parents, and a place where they could be their disgustingly cheesy selfs, domestic; idiots in love. What more could Tae want? “Just, promise you won’t get tired of me?”

"As if I'd get tired of this? I can barely stand the moments where you're not with me." Jungkook added to the cheesy moment as he reached for the loofah to soap it up and begin to gently run it over Tae's skin. Kook loved taking care of him, whether it be to spoil him with his love, feed him, or just... wash his skin after making love. All of it was for him, their own private moments. "Don't worry about money, you have to finish school." Jungkook mused out loud, letting the loofah scrub across Taes chest and firm abdomen, "I'll be able to work more now."

Truth is, he wasn't entirely sure what he'd do now that he no longer could be in school; but he could figure it out. If he could make it this long by himself, he could definitely make it with the motivation of keeping Taehyung safe and happy. He'd be lying to himself if he'd say that it didn't absolutely suck that he was expelled, all his hard work thrown away for nothing. He knows if his father knew, he'd definitely shoot him a shit eating smirk followed by some disgusting comment blaming Taehyung for this.

The thought alone had Kook unknowingly clenching his jaw. This wasn't going to be easy, he knew this. But since when was anything easy for him? And with Taehyung by his side; he knew he would be okay.

#fic: Love maze #sombreboy #taekook smut #taekook series #taekook fic #vkook smut #taehyung x jungkook #mxm #bts mxm #bts smut

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cinemavariety · 4 years

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The Director’s Series: Gaspar Noé

The director series will consist of me concentrating on the filmography of all my favorite directors. I will rank each of their films according to my personal taste. I hope this project will provide everyone with quality recommendations and insight into films that they might not have known about. Today’s director in spotlight is Gaspar Noé

#5 - I Stand Alone (1998) Runtime: 1 hr 33 min Aspect Ratio: 2.66 : 1 Film Format: 16mm

A horse meat butcher's life and mind begins to breakdown as he lashes out against various factions of society while attempting to reconnect with his estranged daughter. Verdict: A promising debut, and an extremely shocking one at that. Noé builds upon his short film Carne, and this is a fully realized extension. I Stand Alone is a nihilistic depiction of an unhinged societal outcast. It spews just as much as hate as all of Noé’s other works, but isn’t exactly something I ever cared to return to.

#4 - Climax (2018) Runtime: 1 hr 37 min Aspect Ratio: 2.35 : 1 Film Format: Ari Alexa Mini Digital

Young dancers gather in a remote and empty school building to rehearse on a cold and wintry night. The all-night celebration soon turns into a hallucinatory nightmare when they learn that their sangria is laced with LSD.

Verdict: One of Noé’s most admired works - both critically and with audiences. While I do consider it one of his lesser works, there is no denying the technical mastery instilled into every sequence. The first half of Climax is essentially a music video before the credits began to flash on-screen - that's when the truly interesting portion of this film begins. The camera work succeeded in being extremely nauseating and unsettling. All the while there is a constant barrage of wails and deep guttural crying that loops incessantly in the background. It truly does feel like a nightmare or the recesses of hell.

#3 - Love (2015) Runtime: 2 hr 15 min Aspect Ratio: 2.35 : 1 Film Format: Red Epic Dragon Digital

Murphy is an American living in Paris who enters a highly sexually and emotionally charged relationship with the unstable Electra. Unaware of the seismic effect it will have on their relationship, they invite their pretty neighbor into their bed.

Verdict: Love isn’t the first film to depict real life sexual intercourse instead of simulated intercourse, and it won’t be the last. Love is the type of film that a film such as Nymphomaniac wanted itself to be. Although the main character is pretty despicable, and sometimes pathetic, what else could we expect from a demented auteur such as Noé? Most of the neon splashed shots are static and don’t cut away as we watch the characters tug and toss and make love in bed. The images become hypnotizing and every frame looks like a painting come to life – oozing both color and various bodily fluids. Even though the sex scenes are extremely explicit in nature, they never really seem to be in bad taste. There is a great sense of tenderness in each of them.

#2 - Irreversible (2002) Runtime: 1 hr 37 min Aspect Ratio: 2.35 : 1 Film Format: 16mm & 35mm

Events over the course of one traumatic night in Paris unfold in reverse-chronological order as the beautiful Alex is brutally raped and beaten by a stranger in the underpass. Her boyfriend and ex-lover take matters into their own hands by hiring two criminals to help them find the rapist so that they can exact revenge. A simultaneously beautiful and terrible examination of the destructive nature of cause and effect, and how time destroys everything.

Verdict: One of the most impressive cinematic achievements of the 21st century - both on a technical and a storytelling level. I saw this film for the first time at sixteen years old, and I was forever desensitized to any other film that came after. Irreversible is one of the hardest films I have ever sat through in my life. I don’t even show it to friends who say they like extreme films. Benoît Debie’s camerawork is masterful and disorienting. Noé also makes some pretty genius directorial decisions with this project. Since the film is told in reverse chronological order, the ending is shown as the intro and the beginning is the last shot. This makes it a puzzle of trauma that needs to be fit together. Noé depicts sexual assault in an unforgiving manner by sitting on a static shot of the act for close to ten minutes. He wants to depict the act as it truly is - one of the utmost worst things you could do to another human being.

#1 - Enter the Void (2009) Runtime: 2 hr 41 min Aspect Ratio: 2.35 : 1 Film Format: 16mm & 35mm

This psychedelic tour of life after death is seen entirely from the point of view of Oscar, a young American drug dealer and addict living in Tokyo with his prostitute sister, Linda. When Oscar is killed by police during a bust gone bad, his spirit journeys from the past – where he sees his parents before their deaths – to the present – where he witnesses his own autopsy – and then to the future, where he looks out for his sister from beyond the grave.

Verdict: Enter the Void is without a doubt Noé’s finest work to date as an experimental filmmaker. It also holds the title as one of the most psychedelic films ever made, top five in my opinion no doubt. Regardless of the “trippy” label, this film is perfectly crafted in general. Very few filmmakers have dared attempt to depict a soul’s journey through death, and very few have actually been able to stick the landing. Noé took inspiration from the Tibetan Book of the Dead and crafted an experiential film all told from the main character’s POV. While not a “found footage film” in any way, instead the camera lens acts as the protagonist’s field of vision and we are with him every step of his journey. Enter the Void is a kaleidoscopic, mind-melting, disassociating journey of neon light through the abyss of Tokyo which is depicted as some sort of candy colored netherworld. Noé’s most human work he has ever made, and probably will ever make.

#gaspar noe #gaspar noé #i stand alone #climate change #irreversible #enter the void #love #benoit debie #the director's series #favorite directors #monica bellucci #vincent cassel

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wowweeharrystyles · 5 years

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Part 2 | Opening Night & The First Note| 7k words

‘Sequins & Zippers’ Summary: An internship with Harry Lambert transformed into a job of a lifetime - Aurora Del Gatto finds herself touring the world with the one & only Harry Styles as his ‘Head of Wardrobe.’ Aurora is nothing but nerves & excitement as she packs her bags & almost 100 custom designer suits that belong to an unbelievably kind rockstar. She never thought she’d fall in love on top of it all.

warnings: mentions of anxiety.

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St. Jakobshalle is busy when Aurora arrives at the arena that afternoon. Crew members she met in London were buzzing around doing just about exactly what they were doing there, but now in Switzerland. It’s a bit trippy for Aurora because though she may be in a completely different city, in a completely different country, the arena looks and feels almost the exact same. She has to remind herself several times that she’s in Switzerland and that today really is the 1st night of the tour. Everyone is called for at the stage at 2pm. Harry makes a small speech again and thanks everyone for their hard work. Boxes of reusable water bottles, branded with “Treat People With Kindness” are passed around as well and they match the sweatshirts a lot of people are sporting today. They take a group photo in the elevated seating closest to the stage and there’s a chorus of cheers when Jeff tells everyone to go back to work and that there’s 5 hours till curtain. They haven’t even completed the first show of the tour but the atmosphere and energy between everyone already feels like a family of sorts. When Aurora catches a glimpse of Harry as she heads to the dressing rooms she can’t help but feel overly endeared by the bright smile on his face and crinkles at his eyes.

Aurora heads to the band’s dressing room to set up their clothing for the night. She’s steaming Adam’s suit when Sarah walks in.

“Aurora!” She exclaims walking over to her and hugging her after she’s set the steamer aside. “Flight alright?” She asks after pulling away and sitting down on the couch.

“Absolutely! I slept the entire time,” she goes back to steaming while talking to Sarah. “and what about you?”

“Too excited to sleep,” she chuckles. “Flight was still good though.”

Sarah stays with Aurora while she steams the all of the pieces for the band. Aurora really likes

Sarah and her calm energy is nice in the excited and busy arena.

“So who have you toured with before?” Sarah asked as the 2 of them find their way around the arena in search of some snacks before Sarah has to get to sound check and Aurora has to prep Harry’s suit.

“Oh,” Aurora is surprised by the question, “I’ve never done this before. I-I graduated college last May.”

“You’re joking right? I mean, you were in New York with Lambert for the album release, yeah?” Aurora nods. “So you had to have a good recommendation or experience before that to be thrown into the hustle and bustle that comes along with working with Harry.” Aurora chuckles as they round the corner and walk into the room where Craft Services is. They both start to fill a plate and Aurora fills up a coffee cup as well. For Aurora, coffee is the answer to everything.

“No seriously, Sarah. Keep this on the DL but I legit have no idea what I’m doing most of the time.” Sarah laughs along with Aurora. “I met Lambert while I was studying abroad in London. Got my internship with him from there. And now magically I’m here.”

“Maybe a little magic involved, but you’re talented, Aurora. You know what you’re doing and from where I’m standing you look like a seasoned veteran on this crew.”

The jet lag is without a doubt kicking Aurora’s ass already and it was only day 1 of the tour. She made a mental note to google some ways to beat it. Aurora treks her way to a dressing room that’s labeled ‘Creative Crew’ - a room just for her, Ayae, Helene and a few others she barely has met. She set her bag in there when she first arrived that morning and remembered a couch that sounded like the best thing ever to her right now. She finds the dressing room empty and she’s thankful for it. Plopping down on the couch, she dozes off immediately.

15 minutes later her alarm goes off. She knows herself too well and always, always, always sets an alarm for a nap because she will sleep for hours on hours otherwise. She slides her shoes back on and grabs Harry’s wardrobe notebook from her bag and makes her way to Harry’s dressing room to get his suit set for the show. She’s steaming Harry’s black button down when she lets out a yawn, desperate for another coffee. She thinks the nap might have done more damage than good.

Ayae joins her in Harry’s dressing room only a few minutes later to start setting up her things to refresh Harry’s hair and what not. Ayae and Aurora talk through their excitement for the show that night, Aurora realising that she gets to witness the show every night. She had always loved concerts, Broadway shows, plays her friends were in during college, anything. She tells Ayae how she’s never seen a performance she truly didn’t like. Their conversation is cut off when Harry walks through the door right after the 15min call for the opener went over the intercoms.

“Right on schedule, as always,” Ayae remarks to Harry, who has a fresh t shirt and shorts on, and his curls hang in wet heavy ringlets. “Soundcheck go alright?” She asks.

“Mhm,” he hums making his way fully into the dressing room. “And I even brought coffee for the both of you.” He hands Ayae hers before turning towards Aurora. “Heard you snuck in a nap earlier…” he comments after Aurora takes a sip.

“How did you-?” Her jaw drops slightly before she starts to question him.

“I have people, Ror,” he chuckles before sitting down in the chair set up in front of Ayae’s products and the large vanity mirror. “Don’t give me that look... just drink your coffee, love.” He’s making eye contact with her through the mirror and Ayae is quietly giggling at the 2 of them.

Aurora busies herself with the steamer and doing some finishing touches on Harry’s pants, and of course drinks her coffee. She grabs the new pair of his Gucci boots and takes them out of the box.

“You need socks for these boots or are the ones you’re wearing okay?” She asks while setting the boots near the couch that’s adorn in Harry’s own Gucci throw pillows.

“I’ve just got Nike socks on right now, do you have any actual trouser socks?”

“Yup! That’s all I’ve got, actually.”

A few minutes later she’s handing him his trousers off the hanger for him to change into. Just like a few days ago in London, he drops his shorts revealing his black Calvin Klein boxer briefs before Aurora can turn around again. She lets out a small “oope” as she turns. It’s not until now that she realises her and Harry are the only 2 left in the room.

“Are you blushing, Ror?” Harry’s voice is soft but Aurora heard it loud and clear. She chooses to ignore it and picks up the coffee he brought her and lets out a hum. The coffee in her hands keeps them busy and still as she turns back around to him. He’s buttoning his trousers now and slipping off his tshirt. “Hmm?” He gives her a questioning look.

“What?” she asks now giving him his shirt, coffee still in one hand. His eyes meet hers and the eye contact starts a buzzing feeling in her finger tips. The green in his eyes are lighter than she’s seen before the gaze is so intense that she can’t look away.

“Nothing,” he breaks eye contact with a chuckle and takes his shirt from her. Aurora whispers a soft ‘alright.’ Once he buttons up the shirt he turns towards the full length mirror that’s attached to the inside of the open wardrobe case. He’s fumbling with the long pieces of fabric that almost touch the floor. There’s a slight furrow in his brows as he attempts to tie the fabric into a bow. “Aurora, could ya help me out?” he asks while still fumbling with it. “Pesky, little, fu-”

“That’s what I’m here for,” she says with a smile and motioning with her hands for him to turn towards her again. She ties it on the 1st try and is pleased with the look of it. “There,” she steps back slightly and then tilts her head at him. “Ohhh actually looks a bit tight,” she steps closer to him again and is slips her pointer finger between the collar and his neck trying to move it a little bit, “yup, that definitely won’t do.” She notices the goosebumps that arise on his neck and quickly removes her hand. She unties the bow to start over.

“Are ya gonna watch the show?” Harry asks quietly while Aurora continues to tie the bow on the collar of his shirt.

“Yeah I’m hoping to get a glimpse of it from the side of the stage.” She’s untied and re-tied this bow several times now.

“Know ya can watch it from the audience with this little thing, yeah?” Harry gently tugs on the tour pass with her name and face on it that’s hooked around her belt loop. “That cute little picture’ll get you anywhere in the arena.” Aurora is too frustrated with the bow around Harry’s neck to react to his comment.

“Oh, didn’t know I could go out there,” Aurora lets out a huff dropping her hands to her side. The fabric that should be tied in a bow lays long against Harry’s torso. “Well at this rate, I won’t have to go out in the audience cause you won’t even be onstage ‘cause this bow just isn’t cooperating.” There’s a flash and click sound that startles both of them. They snap their heads to the door.

“Sorry,” Helene squeaks out with her french accent. “Quite liked the look of the 2 of you there.”

“Oh, hi Helene!” Aurora says reaching up to harry’s collar again. She loops the fabric one last time and gets the bow just right. “There we go!” she exclaims, dropping her hands to her side in relief.

“Harry, I’d love to get some photos of you with your band before you hit the stage. If that’s alright with you, of course.”

“Yeah, I’d like that too!” Harry smiles at Helene. “Just gotta finish up here with Ror and brush my teeth, then I’m all yours.”

“Perfect! I’ll meet ya in a 15 then?” Harry nods a ‘yes’ to Helene before she walks out. He turns around to look at the finished bow in the mirror. “Looks perfect.”

Aurora slides the black sequined jacket from the hanger. “Here,” she holds the jacket by the top of the lapels ready for him to slide his arms into it. Harry shrugs into the jacket and Aurora helps him situate it properly on his shoulders. “Turn around for me?” Harry is silent as he turns around. Aurora is hyper aware of his silence now while she makes sure the lapels on the jacket are laying flat and his shirt collar is sitting perfectly under the jacket. She notices his change in demeanor and the familiarity of it. “I would keep it buttoned for as long as you can on stage to really show off the look, but definitely unbutton it when you’re dancing around.” She buttons the jacket closed for him. “Don’t want you ripping anything while on stage. Or a button flying and hitting someone in the eye…” she jokes. He doesn’t laugh with her which causes her to look up at him. “Harry, you alright?” He shakes his head pulling himself out of his distracted silence.

“Uh yeah, sorry. Got it. Keep it buttoned, un button it when I’m dancing. No injuring anyone.” The words come out of his mouth much faster than normal.

“I know what nerves look like, Harry. No need to hide it from me.” His face has softened but he goes silent again. “I used to get so nervous before dancing on stage. I would come off stage and my tongue felt numb from the adrenaline and nerves and 9 times out of 10 I couldn’t remember what I had just done.” She hands him his new socks and boots. He’s looking at her with a softness in his eyes that neither of them could truly describe.

“You’re a dancer?” She sighs at his response, finally loosening up again.

“Used to be, yeah.” She explains how she used to compete and how her mom always made her dance costumes and that’s how she ended up studying fashion design. The story distracts Harry from his nerves while he puts his boots on. He smooths out his pants and looks towards Aurora.

“Thanks, Ror,” his hand is at her hip and pulling her in for a hug. He’s holding on to her tightly for a long moment and she relaxes into his arms. When he pulls away he speaks up again, “for helping me get ready and ya know, just being around, I guess.”

“That’s what I’m here for.” She smiles at him and then checks her watch. “You should probably get going, Helene and your band are waiting for you.”

“Yeah, of course.” He’s smiling at her again, gives her a quick kiss on the cheek and grabs his small black toiletry bag and heads to the bathroom.

“Good luck, Harry!” she shouts at him while leaving his dressing room.

After the show, Aurora meets Harry back in his dressing room to gather his suit and pack everything back up.

“Well looks like your bow didn’t make it through the show.” It’s the first thing he says as he walks in the room. He tosses an empty water bottle into the bin by the couch. Aurora pouts remembering how frustrated she was and then shakes her head at Harry.

“It’s your crazy dance moves’ fault not mine. That bow was perfect and you can’t deny that.”

“So ya saw the show?” There’s a spark in his eyes and Aurora writes it off as post stage adrenaline.

“Course I did,” she smiles back at him. “I’ve got your clothes here from earlier, didn’t know if you wanted to throw those on after the show or not.” He’s racking a hand through his sweaty, messy hair before he takes his jacket off and hands it to Aurora.

“Uhm,” he’s thinking about what the plans are for the night. “My suitcase is still here yeah?” She nods. “I’ll change into something from there then.” He’s rifling through his case now. “Did ya like the show then?”

“Harry, it was incredible,” she exclaims while taking each piece of clothing from him as he takes them off.

“Sorry everythings a bit sweaty,” he giggles as he hands her his trousers last.

“I’ve dealt with worse.” She hangs everything up individually so they can air out before they’re put away. “But seriously, the show was so so good. I loved the new songs you added to your setlist!”

Harry has made his way towards the bathroom that is attached to the dressing room with a set of clean clothes in his hand. “Thanks, love.” his smile is so big that his dimples are making a show and his eyes go all crinkly. He’s lingering in the bathroom door way.

“I’ll come back later to put everything away,” she says as she grabs a few of her things she had in his room from earlier. “Again, amazing show, Harry. Excited to be here. Have a good night.” and with that she gives a small wave at him and leaves him be.

Aurora quite likes life on tour. In less than 4 days she’s been to Switzerland, spent a full day being a tourist in Paris and this morning she woke up in Amsterdam. She quite likes seeing Harry every day as well. There’s only been 3 shows so far but the time her and Harry have together before and after the shows goes by much faster than she would like and unknown to her, Harry is feeling exactly the same.

When she arrives at the Ziggo Dome in Amsterdam later that morning she drops her stuff in the green room. She’s searching for Helene when she runs into Jeff.

“Aurora! Just the person I was looking for,” he says as he stops her. “This is for you,” he pulls a folded piece of paper out of his pocket and hands it to her. He gives her a smirk before rushing off to take care of something that had just came over his headset before she can ask any questions or thank him.

She carefully unfolds the paper and scribbled in half cursive half all caps printed handwriting is just a few words. meet me by bstage at 12:15. I’ll bring coffee. Harry’s name is signed at the bottom. Then, (only if you want of course.) is scribbled under his name. Her jaw drops before she’s giggling at his inherent kindness. She checks her watch, 11:58. Suddenly she can feel her heartbeat in her throat and the tops of her ears are flushed. She jumps when her phone rings from her pocket.

“Hi mom!” Aurora starts walking around the arena a little distracted by her mom on the phone and the letter that is folded up in her hands. “Mom, can I actually call you in a little bit? I’ve gotta.. uhh... I’ve got a lot to do to prep today and wanna get ahead of it before it gets crazy.” Aurora stops to the side of the hallway and slides the paper in her pocket, noticing the shoes she put on this morning. “Great. Love you most! Talk to you soon.” The sneakers. She finally decided to wear the Gucci sneakers. She sighs, a small smile creeping up on her face.

The inside of the arena is set up for the concert already and there’s a dim glow through the whole space. She can see Harry sitting on the edge of the bstage, legs swinging slightly and his hands clasped together in his lap. When the door closes behind Aurora it echoes and Harry’s head whips to her. From all the way across the arena, she can make out the huge, dopey grin on his face. It’s one that elicits a dimple on his cheek and makes her ears flush again. She shoves her hands into the pockets of the jean jacket she’s got on, smiling back at him. When she’s closer Harry pushes himself off the stage.

“Ror! Hi!” He looks like sunshine she thinks. Is it the yellow shirt he’s wearing? Is it the sparkle in his eye even though the arena is fairly dark? Is it that damn dimple or the crinkles around his eyes? Or is it- Her thoughts are cut off when he pulls her into a hug. Both of his arms are strong around her torso and she can tell he’s bent down a little because she is easily wrapping her own arms around his shoulders, hands finding a home near his neck. Harry has a bit of stubble on his face and she can feel as he nuzzles his head against her cheek before pressing a kiss there. “Happy you came,” he whispers against her neck. Aurora lets out a hum as he squeezes his arms around her just a little tighter, “so happy.”

“Hi Harry,” she whispers back fighting the grin that inevitably appears. She buries her face into the crook of his neck. It seems that their hugs get closer and closer every time. A different wall of boundaries and insecurities breaking down between the two of them each time. He’s warm just like sunshine. Neither of them know who broke the hug but they slowly pull apart and Aurora’s cheeks flush as Harry’s bright green eyes locked with hers.

They make small talk about their mornings and their flights from the night before. Aurora’s following close to Harry’s side as he walks around the arena, sipping her coffee that he promised her. He’s got tea in his cup. He reaches his free hand out to her when they reach steps that reach the farthest seats in the arena. She places her hand in his, slowly and he quickly grips her hand, pulling her along the steps behind him.

“Harry, where are we going?” He laughs in response. “What’re we doing?” She’s laughing with him now.

“Trust me, yeah?”

“Harry, I barely know you…” she trails off, a hint of joke in her voice.

“But you still trust me, yeah?” he questions again. She doesn’t need to think before nodding at him with a small smile. He’s taking her all the way up the stairs and then through a door at the top of the arena. “I’ve watched a lot of Criminal Minds, Harry, I know how this ends!” she jokes at him. His laugh echoes through the hall they’re walking through now and she can’t help but let her smile grow. They go through one more door and Harry let’s go of her hand, the door closing behind them. In front of Aurora is a huge window that looks out over Amsterdam.

“I remember finding this room back when I was touring with the boys.”

“Was that when you wore the orange jumpsuits?” Aurora asks with a laugh before she realises what she might have revealed. Harry looks at her with a smirk.

“Ror… don’t tell me… you were a-” There’s a short moment of silence

“Ugg yessss. Yes, I was a fan,” she blurts out. She’s rolling her eyes at herself for getting into this situation. “Makes you question bringing me up here, huh?” she jokes hoping he isn’t thinking about his invite twice.

Before she knows it, he’s throwing an arm around her shoulder with a loud laugh. “I had a feeling.” Her shoulders drop, not having realised she tensed up at all.

“My mom found my old posters and said I should bring them with me for you to sign.” She smiles up at him.

“and did you?”

“Though it might be weird if I were to bring a poster of Niall Horan on the Harry Styles World Tour,” she says with a straight face. Harry huffs and is silent for a moment.

“Wait… are you serious?”

“Dead serious.” Harry’s face changes. Is he jealous? She raises onto her tippy toes and presses a kiss to his cheek, well it’s more his jaw than his cheek. She doesn’t know what’s come over her. She’s rarely this bold, but the look on his face has turned her brain to mush she thinks. His face relaxes eventually. There’s a bit of silence between them before she speaks up again. “Why’d you bring me up here, Harry?” she asks finally.

His arm that was wrapped around her shoulder finds its way to her waist. “Gets a bit lonely sometimes,” his fingertips dig slightly into her waist. A wash of warmth and shivers simultaneously cover her. Lonely. “It’s nice to share stuff sometimes,” he trails off, “just not with the whole world.”

“I wish I could say that I get it and I’m sure you hear that all the time,” she lets the feeling of his hand at her waist pull her closer to his side, “but I’m happy to be here with you.” Aurora pulls her hands out of the pockets in her jacket. She mirrors his previous actions and lightly slides her arm around his waist. He digs his fingertips into her waist again and she can feel a breath leave his body, heavier than a sigh but barely audible. It isn’t till then that she realises how close their torsos are slotted together. She can feel every little movement from him and she’s suddenly aware of how she can feel the heat of his skin through the tshirt that’s draped perfectly over his body. Every square inch of her body that is in contact with his feels tingly and warm. She thinks if she were to pull away from him there would be red light where she was in contact with him. She does the exact opposite of pulling away from him. She turns her whole body towards him falling into his torso even more. She isn’t sure if it’s because she’s a little homesick or that her anxiety is making it hard to settle into the tour life, but something about Harry feels familiar and comfortable. “Hey, Harry,” she says quietly receiving a hum in response as he turns his head towards her, “uhm, I’m having a really great time on tour,” she decides to say. How do I tell him that something about this feels right? Familiar? That I’m feeling a bit homesick and he’s somehow managed to wipe it away for the time being? She can see a smile start at his lips out of the corner of her eye. “Honestly, can’t believe this is my job,” she adds.

His tongue clicks on his teeth, “You’re just saying that cause you’re here with me.” It comes out with a bit of a whine in his voice.

“Nuh uh.” She shakes her head slightly before meeting his eyes.

“Well,” he pauses, not breaking eye contact, “I’m having a good time too.” He’s smiling at her and somehow pulls her into him even closer.

“Your shows say it all. Always look like you’re having the time of your life up there.” She’s smiling back at him, flashes of him performing appear behind her eyelids as she blinks.

“The shows are always great, best part of my job.” His smile grows and it’s toothy and his dimples are visible again. “But I’m having a good time,” he pauses, “right now.”

They stay silent for a little and look out at the view in front of them. Harry points out a few of things on the Amsterdam skyline, making corny jokes and a few puns as he continues on about tulips and windmills. He looks down at her again and uses the arm around her torso to turn her to face him completely, his hands clasping together at her lower back. Her hands landing flat on his chest without thinking.

“Nice sneakers,” he smirks down at her. She presses her lips together, fighting a smile or a laugh, she’s not really sure. She looks up at him through her eyelashes.

“Thanks, can’t remember where they’re from.” His hands shift at her back and he’s pulling her closer. He leans down and presses a kiss to her forehead, then her cheek.

“Damn,” he furrows his brows at the wall behind her. “I should really be getting back, I’ve got soundcheck… well I should’ve been at sound check 5 minutes ago.” She turns around to look at the clock breaking away from his hold.

“We’ve been up her for almost 2 hours?” They both lock eyes before they’re laughing with each other.

They go back a different way and end up at the back of the stage when they re-enter the arena no more than 2 minutes later. Aurora’s about to head to the dressing room and leave Harry to do his sound check but he pulls on her hand and his hands quickly find their way around her in a tight hug. She’s starting to get used to his hugs and his hands constantly at her waist or holding her hands. “I’ll see ya in a little bit, okay?” She nods against his chest. “Thanks for entertaining me, Ror.” He places one last lingering kiss to her cheek and before she knows it he’s on stage and his voice is booming through the speakers in the arena and she’s still standing there in awe of her afternoon.

“Where’ve you been today?” Helene asks Aurora as she’s making a plate for dinner.

“Oh, uhm, I’ve-” Aurora doesn’t really know what to tell her. She assumes if Harry wanted her to be hush about their afternoon that he would’ve said something. “I was with Harry,” she says quickly, adding a spoonful of hummus on her plate.

“You were- you were with Harry?” Aurora blushes. “Aurora. Tell me everything.”

“Not much to tell.” She thinks the less she says the better.

“Uh huh… I don’t believe you. Your cheeks are as red as the tomatoes on your plate.”

“Okay, okay,” she says as they sit down at an empty table. She pulls the note from her pocket and hands it to Helene. She raises her eyebrows up at her while she unfolds the paper.

“Aurora, oh mon dieu,” she voices, her french accent heavier when actually speaking French. “So you met him, then?” Aurora nods while picking at the plate in front of her. “Continue…” she urges her.

Aurora tells Helene about her time with Harry while they finish their dinner and head back to the dressing rooms. Helene continues to ask questions about the afternoon and is picking apart every detail that Aurora has shared. They both grab everything they’ll need for the rest of the night, Helene, her camera and Aurora, her look book. Aurora also trades her jean jacket for her ‘Harry World Tour’ hoodie.

“So you think you guys will hang out more?” Aurora is silent for a moment as they turn the corner. “Aurora?”

“I mean, I want to but…” she trails off, “I don’t know. Not like this a normal situation… and it’s only the 1st week of tour. There’s still 4 months ahead of us.”

“Yeah, so?”

“What if something happens?”

“Don’t you want something to happen?” Helene questions Aurora as they enter Harry’s empty dressing room. Harry’s own Gucci throw pillows already place perfectly on the empty couch and his suitcase is set off to the corner.

“Honestly, I don’t know. Guess I’m a bit scared.”

“Being a little scared is probably good.” Helene is setting up her camera, changing lenses and taking a few test shots of the room. “I mean, if there’s any feelings, whatever they are or may be, then it would be worth seeing where it goes. I don’t know Harry all too well yet but he seems genuine.” Aurora smiles at Helene at the comment. “Doesn’t mean you shouldn’t be careful and I don’t want to scare you more but his life is much different than either of ours.” Helene can hear Aurora sigh across the room. “Just be careful, yeah?”

“Yeah, you’re right, there’s no way to tell what will happen. Guess I’ll just take it as it goes?”

“Think that’s best.”

“This is also my job, my career…”

“Don’t think of your job and your relationship with Harry in the same space. You’ve gotta separate work and pleasure. Always.” Aurora giggles at that. “You good? I wanted to get some photos of the empty arena and the lines outside before they open the doors.”

Aurora thanks Helene for letting her blab about her afternoon and is thankful for the alone time she’s greeted with once she leaves. Aurora grabs her headphones and calls her mom back as she goes to prep Clare, Sarah, Mitch and Adam’s clothes. She knows they’ll all be busy for at least another hour before they come back to their dressing rooms.

Aurora doesn’t tell her mom about her afternoon with Harry. She does tell her that she loves tour life but is still a bit homesick. Her mom tells her about the new kitchen appliances they got for the house, some drama between some of their neighbors about grass upkeep and how they’re already counting down the days till the MSG shows when they get to see Aurora. As their conversation lingers on Aurora heads back to Harry’s dressing room. She smiles when she remembers what he’s sporting tonight.

“Mom, I’ll definitely have to send you a photo of what he’s wearing tonight.”

“More Gucci?” She jokes.

“Surprisingly no!” She laughs along. “It’s actually a new designer, still in school too. I actually met him when I was at CSM when I met Lambert as well.” She pulls the Harris Reed ensemble out and hangs it on the empty rolling rack and taps the steamer on. “Not a classic suit in the slightest, flared pants with a chiffon insert at the flare, quite a frilly button up shirt and a cropped black vest. Pretty excited to see him perform in this.” Her mom gushes over the idea of The Harry Styles dancing around stage in something so unique. That leads her mom into questions about Harry - how is he, what’s he really like, are you friends, and does he have groups of women following him around all the time like you think a rockstar does. Aurora hushes her mom and gives her very short, minimal answers.

“Mom, he’s really busy, I barely even see him.” She knows if she really starts talking about Harry

that her mom will be able to hear it in her voice. Her mom knows her all too well.

Harry walks in just as she wrapping up the phone call with her mom.

“Nice sweatshirt,” he says not seconds after she says goodbye to her mom. He smirks at her as he sits down in the chair in front of the vanity. Ayae hasn’t arrived yet. Aurora glances at her watch before tugging at one of the strings on her hoodie. She notices he’s starting to show up in his dressing room earlier and earlier each night.

“When do I get a sweatshirt with my name on it?” she asks turning back to the frilled shirt Harry will be adorned in later that evening.

“Probably never,” he says slyly. She whips her head around at him, shock written all over her face. “Quite like the look of my name on you.” He says it so nonchalantly. He’s not even looking at her when he says it. He’s messing around on his phone. She’s frozen while looking at his form sitting so casually in the chair, scrolling through his phone. She huffs in disbelief, barely able to process the words that had come out of his mouth. She was right. He lifts his head when she doesn’t say anything. When their eyes meet in the mirror she slowly turns back to her work. Little does she know that there’s a smirk appearing on his face as he goes back to messing about on his phone.

“I had a feeling,” she boldly whispers to herself, half hoping he doesn’t hear her and half he actually does.

“What was that, love?” he asks. He heard her she knows for sure but she plays along.

“Oh nothing.” The room is quite silent for a few minutes apart from the noise the steamer makes once and a while.

About 30 minutes later, Ayae finishes Harry’s hair and makeup. She’s cleaning up her stuff as Harry slides into the Harris Reed flared pants.

“Ror, I had fun today,” he speaks up once Ayae leaves. Aurora hands him his shirt.

“So did I,” she says softly, not making eye contact. As she grabs the vest from the hanger she can see out of the corner of her eye that he’s not actually putting the shirt on. “Ya know, you gotta actually put your arms through the sleeves to get the shirt on, yeah?” she jokes though her voice is a bit shaky. Still not looking at him because she’s nervous and second guessing everything, like always

“Hey,” his voice is soft too now. She can tell he’s picked up on her nerves. “Everything alright, Ror?” She stays silent, not really knowing how to describe how she’s feeling right in that moment. She nods with a hum. Harry accepts her answer, for now and finally puts on his shirt. “Tie this for me?” He asks holding the long fabric ties out towards Aurora.

“Course,” she says smiling to herself, predicting that this will be a common occurrence throughout the tour. He’s totally capable to tie it himself, but Aurora won’t argue with an excuse for the two of them to be just a few inches closer. “Harry,” he hums in response still looking intently at her while she keeps her focus on the fabric looping through her hands and fingers. “Uhm, you, uh, I’m just curious, but you’ve been calling me Ror, a lot,” she pauses, still pulling on the fabric around the collar, “instead of Aurora.”

“I’m sorry, I won’t do it anymore if you don’t want me to.” She can feel the heat from his neck as her fingertips brush against his throat every now and then.

“No, I don’t mind actually. Just curious where you got it, I guess.” Once the bow is tied to her liking she grabs the cropped vest again.

“Oh,” Harry chuckles lightly, almost like a nervous habit, “haven’t really given it much thought. Just kinda came to me as I got comfortable with ya.” Harry turns away from her and she holds up the vest. He slides his arms through and pulls on the front of the vest just as he has done with each suit jacket the previous nights. Aurora speaks up while she’s getting the shoulder seams of the vest to sit just right on Harry’s broad shoulders.

“My mom has always called me that,” she shoots him a small smile in the mirror, “Ror or Rory.” He smiles back at her. “Really, not a lot of people call me by a nickname.” Harry turns back around to face Aurora, a hand going to her waist as a voice announces 15 minutes till curtain. “It’s nice to hear it when I’m so far from home.”

“Well, Rory,” he winks at her. “I’ve got a show to put on. Thanks for making me look the best.”

“Harry, you’re forgetting your shoes…” she giggles at him. He places a kiss on the top of her cheek, something she doesn’t think she could ever get tired of.

“What would I do without you?” He slides a fresh pair of socks on and then his boots, then another kiss to her cheek before he’s running out the door to perform on stage for an insane amount of people.

Aurora watches most of the show from the audience. Half of her time is spent watching Harry on stage and the other is tagging along with Helene and watching in awe of her getting the best shots. Aurora is thrilled with how the flares look when he’s dancing around and takes a video to send to her family’s group chat and Lambert. Harry has just draped one of the many pride flags he’s acquired on stage over his mic stand just as the updated, rocky version of ‘What Makes You Beautiful’ starts. He’s not even finished with the 1st verse and the bow that she tied loose around his neck has come undone. As he launches into the next verse he makes direct eye contact with Aurora. She can feel her cheeks heat up as he grabs for the loose pieces of fabric and re ties them into a bow without breaking eye contact. The second the bow is tied he takes his mic from the stand and walks over to the side of the stage, passing Aurora. He walks back towards his mic stand while belting out the lyrics, a smile starting to sneak up on him. Harry doesn’t make it to the mic stand before he pivots back towards Aurora’s direction. He directs the mic towards the audience signally them to sing louder. Simultaneously, he looks down at Aurora who is standing next to Helene in front of the barrier, who is crouching down to get a good angle of the stage. The smile that was sneaking up on him makes a full appearance as a lopsided smirk directed at her. The only thing besides Harry’s smile that she is aware of in the arena of thousands and thousands of people is the click of Helene’s camera.

“Gotta figure out something with those dang bows,” was the first thing Aurora said to Harry when he arrived back in his dressing room after the show.

“Maybe I’ve gotta tone down my dancing?”

“Hmm probably a good idea to do that anyways,” she spits back at him as she takes the vest off his shoulders, “bow or no bow.” His eyes turn to slits as he grimaces at her joke.

“Ha ha. You’re so funny, Rory,” he deadpans.

“Come on,” she says through a yawn, “start handing me your clothes so I can get them packed up.” There’s a hint of sleepiness in her voice and she isn’t even trying to cover it up.

Harry starts to peel one piece of clothing off after the next and handing them to her. A barely clothed Harry stands in front of her, a situation she has started to kind of - key words, kind of - get used to. She’s hanging everything up, the start of her new nightly routine. In her head she knows she’s just getting closer and closer to getting the chance to fall asleep in a huge bed that awaits her back at the hotel.

“Ror, would you wanna come out with me tonight?” She hums and yawns again, giving him a questioning look. “A few of us are going out to get food and drink, wanna come with?” Suddenly Aurora is aware of what he’s asking.

“Oh, Harry, I don’t know,” nerves tickle through her fingertips as she hangs up the flared trousers Harry had on, not moments ago. Go out with Harry? And his friends? Today had already been a lot for her. Aurora is overwhelmed at the thought and thankful that she has clearly shown signs of her exhaustion already. An easy excuse. “I’m really tired. Not really used to the traveling and jet lag is still kicking my ass.”

Harry is silent before he speaks up, “Okay,” he says solemnly, “maybe next time then?” She nods at him in agreement knowing full well that she’ll make an excuse next time. She doesn’t know why, but something just doesn’t feel right with taking whatever her and Harry have outside the bubble that each arena has created.

“Great show tonight, Harry! I’ll see you in Antwerp.”

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Mirror Mirror || Blanche and Winston

When: 27/06/2020 Who: @harlowhaunted & @danetobelieve. Where: The mirror hall at the carnival . Summary: Winston and Blanche get dumb emo whilst looking at themselves and that it. Warnings: None

“I don’t think that’s how physics works.” Blanche walked directly into Winston, stumbling into them. The roller coaster made her legs feel a little like jelly. “Sorry, sorry. Shit.” Blanche snickered, shaking her head as she ran her hands down her face as she pushed her newly blue hair out of her face. “As far as first rollercoaster experiences go, that was wild. And I’m awfully glad I convinced myself to not get one of those pork tacos before we got on, holy crap.” She laughed. It felt hollow and a little wrong, but she laughed anyway. Because Winston and her needed a break, some semblance of normalcy that would keep them from having a nervous breakdown. She had only given a brief explanation to Winston as to why she’d shown up at their house in the middle of the night a few days prior - Granny moved on and was at peace. That’s all there was to it, and no she didn’t want to talk about it. It was a good thing. Ghosts didn’t belong on this plane for as long as Granny was. It just wasn’t how it was supposed to work. Blanche shook off the anxiety jitters from the rollercoaster, catching the entrance of the hall of mirror’s out the corner of her eye. “Winston, did you still want to go in there??”

Winston wasn’t entirely sure what had just happened. They were pretty sure that whatever it was had not followed the laws of physics. How could a loop make you feel that way? Winston wasn’t sure that jumps were a thing that normal rollercoasters had either. “I didn’t know that was what rollercoasters were like …” it had been Winston’s first time too, they were surprised they weren’t feeling sick from all of the g-force they had been subjected to. Winston laughed along with Blanche, they still felt drained and they were dressed in shorts and a t-shirt because it was very hot, despite all of that however they were enjoying themselves. This was the break that they needed. After everything that had happened, and with Granny moving on, Winston wanted to help keep Blanche busy for as long as possible. Blinking, Winston swuinted at the hall of mirrors. This was White crest and even if things seemed good Winston wasn’t sure they trusted a hall of mirrors. “Uh,” they scratched their chin before nodding, “yeah, it’s a hall of mirror those are always a goofy time right?”

“Do you think one will make me look taller?” Blanche asked. It was a joke - she could still do that. In fact, it was easier to do that. Easier for her to be normal with Winston than it was to be anything else, And, honestly, probably better for their mental state. Cleansing of the negative bullshit that had plagued them for the past six or so weeks. Blanche, admittedly, wasn’t too worried about the carnival as much as she should have been. The strange music that had been echoing in the graveyard the other day was creepy, sure, but if she really thought about it - really thought about it, it was the least strange thing out of all the strange things that White Crest had thrown at her ever, so it was probably fine. Blanche pulled Winston with her to the mirror hall. It was strangely empty as they stepped up to the entrance, and Blanche handed a couple tickets to the strange man in the booth. “You know, I’ve never been to this before,” Blanche said to Winston as they went in. “It comes every year and I just… never went.” Never really had anyone to go with.

“Maybe you’ll finally be able to see what you’ve got on your top shelf?” Winston teased, a smile slowly creeping across their lips. “I hope they have one of the ones that makes you look like you’re a kind of wiggly person.” Slipping through the rows of carnival attractions, the almost eerie music playing softly in the background. A constant creeping melody that enveloped the space. The carnival seemed packed and empty all at once. Winston knew that there were hundreds of people surrounding them, but it was almost as if they weren’t quite there. Almost like it was just Winston and Blanche stood alone in a deserted carnival. Except, they weren’t. There was Miss Spencer from her mother’s book club, and that was their old high school PE teacher Mr Julius. Allowing Blanche to pull them into the hall of mirrors, they slipped passed the man in the booth and stepped into a dark corridor. There was an immediate bend and all Winston could see when they looked around them were various versions of Blanche and them. They looked back at themselves through their glasses and smiled, watching the mirror, well mirror their movements. “My parents never let me go,” Winston had always thought that was kind of weird when everyone else they knew went, “so this is actually my first real time too. I’ve like walked through it before but never really gone on any rides.”

“But I’m already a wiggly person,” Blanche said, shooting them a small grin. They slipped into the darkened corridor and into the maze of mirrors. “I don’t think my parents ever really paid attention to it. I know Adrien liked going with his friends.” She had picked him up a few times. She remembered him staggering back to the car, face painted and exhausted. Blanche had felt almost jealous that her younger brother was so much more well adjusted than she had been. Blanche frowned, watching her mirror self do the same. Why was she thinking about that. But she quickly grinned as she turned the corner and she was suddenly very tall and very skinny. She snickered quietly. “Hey, come look, I got my wish.” And just as she said that, out of the corner of her eye, a flash of blonde caught her attention. She turned, squinting, and a little girl disappeared down another path. Strange. Weren’t children under nine supposed to be accompanied by an adult? Blanche squinted. “Hey, did you see that kid?”

“I want to be a wiggly person too,” Winston giggled in reply, “you’ve just been such an inspiration to me. I want to emulate everything that you have become, I just need you to know that you’re an inspiration to me.” Slipping through the mirrors, Winston had to admit that this was pretty trippy. “Well, we get to enjoy it together and there’s no one else I’d rather do this with.” Turning, Winston grinned at the taller image of Blanche, they also spotted the girl and stepped forward with a frown. As they moved from the tall mirror to one that made them look squat and rotund, Winston frowned. Why was their hair grey and their face covered in wrinkles? “I definitely saw something weird,” Winston said recoiling away from the mirror with a frown, when they’d blinked, even once, they found that they looked normal. “This is weird, do you think that there are actually other people in here? It looked, well I thought it was empty in here.”

“I aim to inspire,” Blanche said, giving Winston a grateful smile. That made her feel just a bit better. “I’m glad, because me to -” A wail cut her off, and Blanche practically jumped out of her skin, whipping around as her hand automatically went for her purse, for her taser. No. Stop. Fun house. Calm down, her brain pleaded with her. She didn’t, though, the anxiety crawling under her skin as her eyes whipped around to try and orient herself. “Ah hell, I guess there were other people here,” she said, trying to breathe and slow down her heart rate. “I think that kid lost their person, or whatever,” Blanche grumbled, suddenly agitated as she strode forward to deal with the situation. “Hey kid, where’s your -” her voice caught in her throat as she rounded the corner, staring in disbelief. The kid would have been cute if she wasn’t wailing her freaking head off, large hazel eyes spilling tears, long blonde hair painstakingly curled into ringlets, wearing a red velvet dress that was too hot for the summer, with white tights and pinchy black mary jane shoes and a stark white unicorn clutched in her arms. “Winston -” Blanche said, slightly mystified. “That’s me.” She remembered this- the Christmas Party she caused a scene at when she was eight because one of the guests had a particularly mean ghost with a gruesome stab wound. For once, Adrien hadn’t been in trouble, and she was the one her father had screamed at outside in the cold. “That’s my stuffed animal, Corny.” Adrien gave him to her for her 21st birthday. And suddenly, the kid stopped crying, and just looked up at her curiously. Blanche stepped forward, confused and a little afraid as she reached out and - her hand met the glass of the mirror. “What the hell.”

“You do an excellent job,” Winston replied with a smirk. The pair of them had barely known each other for six months and yet they already knew that they would die for her. There was just something about her that they gelled with so well. Yet they were almost immediately distracted by the sound of the noise. Their hand went to their own taser and giggled gently as they saw Blanche do the same thing. “Ha, twins.” A dull fear had settled into Winston’s bones and despite the humid and blazing heat of the early evening, Winston couldn’t help but feel a chill trickle down their spine. Spotting the kid in the mirror, Winston managed to work out where she should be and looked down at the spot to find it empty. “That’s because that isn’t real…” Winston said quietly, “I think … this is weird I think that this is just a reflection but a reflection of you as a kid?” A bead of sweat rolled down Winston’s back and they swallowed nervously. They were about to suggest that Blanche and they make their way to the exit when they spotted what looked like a younger version of them. No, it was definitely them. They recognised the braces they’d had when they were fifteen. The thick glasses. The acne. The bulge of the inhaler in their pocket. They reached out too, instinctively, their fingers touching their reflection and causing a ripple to extend out over the surface of the mirror. It reached the edges of the mirror before spiralling back in on itself, the reflective surface beginning to creep up Winston’s finger. They tried to pull away, but they couldn’t get out of the reflection. It just kept pulling them in, the reflective mirrored surface creeping up their finger and reaching their hand.

Blanche realized what was happening the second it started. The second the glass under her hands gave way. Her shoulders slumped, and she hardly resisted the mirror's pull. She was tired, and she wasn’t sure she had the strength to fight it off anyway. She was sucked through the mirror, and Blanche lost her balance, crumpling down to the floor. It was dark here, the only light coming from the opening in the mirrors. Blanche lay on the floor for a moment, just sitting there, before she cursed loudly and sat up. “Winston? Winston!” Blanche called for them, squinting in the darkness. She stood, brushing off her shirt and shorts with a groan. She saw a similar lump, some ways away, and she rushed over to them. “Hey, hey, you okay?” Blanche asked, kneeling down next to them. “You’re you, right??” Her words were friendly, but her tone had gone void of all emotion. Her face too, as she looked around. She was so tired of this, but now they had a job to do. She put a hand on Winston’s shoulder. “Come on, I’ll help you up.”

It didn’t take long for Winston to be dragged through the mirror and deposited into a heap on the floor. They lay there for a moment. Their glasses pressed somewhat lopsidedly against their forehead. Their face in the dirt. Pushing themselves over, they felt Blanche’s hand on their shoulder and frowned. “Thanks,” they said, allowing Blanche to pull them to their feet before dusting themselves off and checking her over to make sure she wasn’t hurt. “Yeah, don’t worry. It’s me. I fucking hate this.” Winston could fully believe that this was happening. This was White Crest anymore. They weren’t even surprised, just a little disappointed. It had been nice for a second there. “I’m okay, are you okay?” Winston asked concerned, Blanche sounded … different. “We’re gonna get out don’t worry, this is just another fun team building experience organised for us by the powers that be.”

“Your glasses are crooked,” Blanche said, pointing. There was something building in the pit of her stomach, something she couldn’t quite identify. Blanche recognized that it was just about how she felt when she chugged half a bottle of vodka before she blacked out before high school graduation. All the pressure and everything had just been released and she just couldn’t handle it anymore. Blanche stared at Winston plainly, before shrugging. “I’m… I don’t know,” Blanche said. “I’m getting really sick of team building exercises.” She sucked in a deep breath, blinking back a few tears as she scowled at the glass that just pulled her through. It was a two way mirror, which meant she could see the outside. “I’m running into that full speed,” she announced to Winston. And then she backed up, and ran straight into the glass at full speed.There was a loud smack as she hit the glass. Not the smartest idea, but not as bad as it could have been. The material wasn’t completely hard, and it sort of bent with her before it sprung back, throwing her backwards onto the ground. “Ouch.” Blanche groaned. “‘That didn’t work.”

“Oh. Thanks.” Winston tried and failed to straighten them. Blanche looked like she was a little lost, Winston could put their finger on it but there was definitely something going on behind her eyes and Winston was dying to know what. “Yeah, me too,” Winston knew that they were honestly inches away from teetering off of the edge of a cliff and plunging into a full on nervous breakdown, “we’re fine, we’ll get through it and then leave White Crest or something.” Of course Winston was joking. There was no chance that they were going to be able to leave White Crest, not when their parents were still there and not when the town still needed them. Winston was about to protest against Blanche’s ideas when she did it without warning. Hurling herself into the mirror and then bouncing back onto the floor. Winston was by her side immediately. “Shit, that looked painful, are you okay?” they asked, before standing to their feet and moving forward to approach the mirror. “I could try and blast it with magic or something?”

Right. Leave White Crest. How could she? Leave her friends and brother and all the people she had ever cared about in this pit of supernatural hell? Blanche couldn't even consider it. There was a time when she relished being able to go to Boston at Tufts, to get away from everyone and everything. That had quickly been overturned though, and now she was at the point where she wasn't sure she could ever truly leave White Crest. Blanche groaned in response to Winston, pushing herself up onto her elbows. “It didn't hurt like it should have,” Blanche said running a hand down her face. “The thing bends and bounces you back like a trampoline… a really hard trampoline.” She grumbled, pushing herself up onto her feet again. She looked at Winston, frowning. “I mean… sure?” Blanche said. It was worth a shot. What if it bounced back at them like a bullet ricocheting off metal? She ran her hands down her face and she gave them a shrug. “Worth a shot? I think, at least.”

The mere thought of them ever actually leaving this place was so absurd that Winston hadn’t really given it a second or even really a first thought. “You want help up?” Winston asked as she slowly got to her feet. That had looked more painful then she was letting on. Winston couldn’t blame her though. They expected that they would’ve felt the same way. “Let me see what I can do,” Winston’s initial plan was to summon just an orb of energy, it was something they’d learned with Nell. They were kind of like rocks of magic, sort of. It was complicated. The plan was to form one and throw it at the mirror. But as Winston attempted to summon their magic, they found something was different. This was the first major spell they’d attempted since the resurrection and it wasn’t even that complicated, really a simple one by all accounts. Yet Winston’s ‘energy ball’ was actually much more similar to a fire ball. It exploded against the mirror before the mirror spat it back out with a belch of fire, fortunately Winston had had the good sense to push the both of them out of the way. But they were pretty sure they had singed their eyebrows, otherwise what was the smell of burning hair from? “Well, that didn’t work.”

“Hold on, I think -” Blanche didn’t get the chance to finish when a big ball of fire burst from Winston and into the mirror… before bouncing straight back at them. Blanche blankly stared at it, sure this was it, until Winston shoved them both out of the way. “Thanks.” Did she smell burning hair? Blanche looked up at Winston. “I guess that’s one way to get your brows done,” Blanche said, frowning. She walked up to the mirrors, and pressed hard on the surface - “What I want to know is where our reflections went,” Blanche said. The surface was hard, but it gave a little as she pushed hard on it. She turned leaning back against it with a frown. Squinting into the dark, she couldn’t tell if they were in a space where that darkness ended, or if they would hit a wall eventually. Either way, she didn’t think it was a good idea to go exploring off into the unknown, especially since their creepy reflections had been in here before. Or, well, maybe not creepy, but she hadn’t liked seeing the past. “You know, they could have picked some other memory,” Blanche said. “One that didn’t remind me of those horrible pinchy shoes.” She slid down to sit on the ground, leaning back against the mirror. “I have a knife in my purse,” Blanche pointed. “I could try to cut through it, see what happens?”

Gingerly reaching up and touching their singed face, Winston sighed and frowned. “Ever since the ritual my magic has been all fucky, and it’s always so fucking hot and my tech doesn’t work. I’m so fucking bored Blanche. Why else would I agree to go into a terrifying hall of mirrors? God I hate White Crest.” Reaching up with slender fingers, Winston tried and failed to adjust their glasses so that they were a little less lopsided. They failed dismally. But it was the thought that counted right? Nodding gently, they tapped a hand against the mirror and it reverberated gently. “There’s got to be someway out, we were pulled into the mirror and so we should be able to get out somehow. I don’t know if we can do something in the reverse?” They glanced at Blanche before shrugging. “I guess we should try the knife thing first, that seems more likely to work then whatever I can cook up.”

Blanche frowned at the mention of their magic. “I knew something was wrong when you breathed fire. Other than the fact that you, you know, could suddenly breathe fire.” Blanche grinned at Winston weakly, resting her head against the mirror. She could feel it tingling just a bit, and she hated thinking what sort of cursed fucking magic this was. Blanche shifted to her feet again, sighing as she went and swiped up her bag. It was sort of crazy how much shit she had in it. All neatly organized - the salt, the small iron rod, taser, her wallet, and the mace. She took the mace out, checking the side of it for the lobster sticker. “Catch. That’s acid mace, we can try melting our way though too,” she said, tossing the can to them, as she pulled her small pocket knife out. She wished she hadn’t left the iron dagger Nell gave her in her purse. “What if we break it?” Blanche hummed slightly, flipping the blade out before she tried to force it into the wall. Nothing. Blanche scoffed.

“I mean, if I really try then I can breathe fire but you know elemental magic is kind of … not my forte. It’s less bad with the technomancy stuff but it’s still going fucky…” Winston hated not being entirely in control of their abilities. They also hated how drained they now felt from something they hadn’t even tried to do. It was beyond them to do anything about this now and part of them kind of just hoped that it would not be a problem long term. “Well, you didn’t break it.” Winston rummaged through their rucksack. With technology going fucky around them too they had left the majority of their stuff at home. Their laptop wasn’t here (yes they had it with them pretty much 99% of the time), their switch too, their portable charger and phone were at the bottom of the bag but Winston sure what help that would do. The small toolkit they had was there too and Winston pulled out a screw driver, tapping it against the mirror that rippled and vibrated with each impact. “I wonder if we could try and run a current through it and make it activate by literally causing an energy surge….”

“Guess that rules out your career path from being a literal dragon,” Blanche replied flatly, but she felt the gnawing concern about Winston’s magic. “Have you talked to Nell about it?” It was sort of funny how casual she could be in this very moment. Blanche realized she should probably be flipping out by now, considering that they were trapped in a cursed mirror. The darkness loomed behind them, and she should be scared of how it felt. She wasn’t. Blanche swallowed hard, feeling weird for a moment before she let out a low sigh. “That’s a good idea,” Blanche said, pushing on the mirror with her hand. “I might be able to help with that,” she said, pushing her blue hair back out of her face as she stared hard. She hadn’t used her telekinesis since they grabbed August, since she threw a few tommyknockers into each other. “Stretch it a little, and then you run the current through it and it’ll just… break and we can get back to the other side.” Blanche glanced at Winston, suddenly a little sheepish. “But, uhhh, I might need to eat something afterwards. Or take a nap.”

“Oh no, what will I ever do…?” Winston couldn’t help but wonder in that moment if maybe Dragons were actually real too. They couldn’t believe that they were. Surely that wasn’t something that could be hidden from the normal world. The supernatural was certainly real, but elements of fantasy like Unicorns or Dragons, well Winston wasn’t sure that was something that they were going to buy into until they had more information. “A little bit, I’ve kind of been trying to let her and Luce and Bea have some time, they’ve been through … well a lot. You know that of all people.” It was bizarre that despite everything that was going on they were having this conversation. But it wasn’t really. This was starting to become the new normal for the both of them. “Sure, we can grab milkshakes and corn dogs or I can carry you back to my car and tuck you up on the couch.” They pulled out their portable charger which vibrated angrily as soon as Winstonn touched it. Tech really hated them at the moment. Ignoring it, they prised the charger open, fiddled with a few wires, attached it to the mirror and looked at Blanche. “I’m ready whenever you are.”

“Yeah, I know,” Blanche said, heaving a sigh. “We’ll get it sorted.” Somehow. Blanche was about to suggest Morgan, but she remembered how weird it felt discussing magic with her now that she died and presumably couldn’t use it anymore. God, everything was just fucked, wasn’t it? Lucas with his scary almost-poltergeist ghost, Winston and their magic, Nell and her arms, Luce and her heart, Bea and her head - Everything was just wrong. Why did it need to be like this? Blanche shook the thoughts off before she could spiral, shaking it off with a shake of her head. “Alright, well, I’m rooting for corn dogs and not nap time… Alright, let’s go.” Blanche centered herself, staring hard at the glass that was not quite glass. She raised her hand slightly, and tried to push from afar. At first, it didn’t work - Blanche didn’t feel anything, no strange energy released from her. So she pushed harder and harder until… there it was. The muscles in her body ached slightly from the effort, and she was fairly certain she had a bit of a headache now, but the glass pushed forward slightly. “Go, Winston,” Blanche said, squinting slightly to keep try and keep her concentration. Shit, this was harder than she thought.

The best way that Winston had found to deal with their current reality was to focus on the next immediate problem and try not to think about anything else. Like try not to think about how the hell they were meant to work as a cyber forensics technician if they weren’t able to work with tech without it at the very least sparking and sometimes even starting to smoke and explode. Gross. “Corn dogs not nap time,” Winston repeated again and again, “corn dogs not nap time.” Maybe if they said it enough then it would come true. As Blanche worked, Winston waited, trying to really center themselves as much as possible and reach that inner serenity this required. It wasn’t nearly as hard as it had been when they’d begun with magic, the practice had truly helped. Yet Winston tried to really limit the energy that they poured into the spell. The charger sparked slightly before the current expanded through the mirror. It rippled and liquified like before but Winston wasn’t going to touch it without Blanche. “Let’s do it together, on three ..” they didn’t wait for her to answer, grabbing her hand and posing themselves, “... two,” Winston took a deep breath, “... one,” it was now or never. “Now.”

Once the mirror activated, Blanche let go groaning quietly as she ran her hands down her face. Ow. Her head hurt, and she felt like she just tried to yeet a cinder block that was way too heavy. But Blanche gripped Winston’s hand tightly when they grabbed it, perhaps a little tighter than she meant, before practically throwing themselves through the mirror. Instead of slamming against it like last time, they passed through to the otherside with little issue. “We did it,” Blanche said looking around at the dimly lit mirrored hallway. They did it. One other challenge of White Crest conquered. Blanche pressed her lips together into a thin line, shoulders slumping slightly. Should she feel excited that they made it through? Blanche glanced at her reflection, her true reflection, for a moment. She looked tired, her healing black eye yellowing along with deep dark circles from lack of sleep. God. What had she done to herself? She turned to Winston, pushing her blue hair out of her face. “Do you - Ah.” Behind their head, she could see another person in the mirror. Middle aged, with long blonde hair streaked with blue and pink piled on top of her hair. She seemed relaxed, staring at them curiously through the mirror. It took Blanche a second to realize that was her. They made eye contact, and future her opened her mouth to say something. For a moment, Blanche wanted to listen to what it was. What she had to say. Ask her what was happening - why this was happening. Why was she even here to begging with. Some semblance of an answer. But fear gave way, and she remembered this was just a magic trick house of mirrors and it wasn’t real. That calm looking woman wasn’t her. Blanche’s hand tightened around Winston’s and she started to pull them back the way they came. “Let’s go. Don’t look at the mirrors, we’re getting away from here.” Blanche said quietly, her head pounding.

Going through the mirror felt as weird as the first time that Winston had been through it. They had done everything right however and despite the fact that they’d left their portable charger behind in the mirror realm, they were back in White Crest proper and Winston had never been more thrilled to be back home. Winston heard Blanche’s advice about the mirrors too late. They were dusting themselves off when they spotted themselves stood there. They looked like hell. Sweat patches at their armpits, their clothes ruffled and dishevelled and their hair sticking out at odd angles every now and then. Their glasses were lopsided and their trousers had a rip in them. But then they turned to speak to Blanche and caught sight of another reflection of them. An old man with wrinkles and a bright smile, his hand wrapped around another man’s hand as laughter echoed out of his mouth though it was silent in this reality. Not sure why, Winston couldn’t help but feel relieved. They would at least be happy later on in life, even if they weren’t happy now. They couldn’t help but notice the eye in the reflection. So maybe they would never get rid of it or maybe these were trick mirrors. Winston couldn’t say for certain which it was. “Too late, but yeah, we should definitely leave this place. I’m not sure that I want to come back here … ever.”

#p: blanche #wickedswriting #para #chatzy para #// i'm just making this after the chatzy #mirror mirror

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