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KaruShuu OTP Questions

Ah- I created ehhh 4?? I suppose KaruShuu head-canons posts today but do I regret it? Absolutely not, I loved it. So here you go, have another one, don't be shy, read it.

Also, please keep in mind that these head-canons are completely made up by me in a way of that it's just how I would see it sksksk also here, KaruShuu would be probably adults?? Also married??

Anyways, enjoy~ 🌸

Who is the most affectionate? Sinceee they got married, I'm sure the longer into the relationship, the more they have opened up to each other? Karma would be the type to wake up first in the morning and kiss Shuu good morning, but since Shuu is an early bird, he would wake up before Karma and make breakfast for him. Thats how he shows affection ❤️🧡

Most common argument? Sad to think that they NeEd to argue 🙄💅 but oh well- I thinkkk they would argue over super silly things. For example what to watch (If you have read my previous head canons, you will know what I mean by 'Shrek Marathons'):

"Let's watch something"

"Sure, what do you have in mind?''

Karma would just grin over to Shuu and Shuus eyes would widen, "Hell no"

"Absolutely ye-"

"Karma don't you dAR-"

They ended up watching (again for the 12 time this week) Shrek.

Who apologizes first? Karma apologies fly out of his mouth faster than they stop arguing. Karma would rather apologize than not let them talk for the next few hours.

Favorite (non-sexual) activity to do together? They enjoy getting massage! Ifff KaruShuu was too lazy to go out to get a professional massage for a few hours, they would do it to each other. (It usually ends with them making out later on but I'll delete that part)

Who is most likely to carry the other? Karma would carry Shuu ❤️😩 Ugh bridal style to embarrass him 💀💅

Nicknames?

For Karma, by Shuu: Tamponhead (I used this one in my fanfic and I will forever love it), Moron, Karma. Tbh, I don't think neither like these pet-names or nicknames since that think they are 'cringy'.

Tho, Karma has quite a few: Shuu (Main, he doesn't use 'Gakushuu' but when he does, Shuu melts lol), Pumpkin, Orange, pumpkin pie, Strawberry shortcake (bc he loves strawberries so why not call Shuu one 😌🤚🏻), Sugar cube (Idk I think it's cute, tho I don't know if that's even a nickname- 💀💀)

Also a note: They would definitely not use 'baby', 'babe', 'honey' bc- noooo 😩💀

Who proposes? Karma 💅

Who sings along with the radio? Karma would sing along but he is horrible at singing and Shuu makes him KNOW it by him singing and Karma shuts up but finds it hilarious at the same time.

Who worries most? Both do, depending on the situation. Shuu would be worried about stuff like paying taxes or things like that, meanwhile Karma is worried for Shuus health, if he is eating enough as well as getting enough sleep every night. Shuu is a hardworking bee after all ✨

Who always wants to take selfies with the other? Karma wants to, for example they are traveling somewhere for vacation and Karma wants to take as many pics as possible with his husband so he can later on put them into an album ❤️😩 (KaruShuu as a married couple >>>>)

Who likes to playfully tease the other? Ohhh~ Karma teases Shuu all the time, but there are times where Shuu would feel playful so he would tease back

Who has the weirdest taste in their music? Karma I'm begging you- his music taste changes every week and road trips are a disaster for Shuu

Who remembers what the other one always orders at a restaurant? Karma remembers because Shuu is always ordering the same things since he is minimalistic lol but Karma is a living chaos when it comes to food so Shuu can't remember it all.

Who is embarrassed to take their clothes off in front of the other? Lmao no matter for how long they are already together, no matter if they are married, no matter how many times they had done it, Shuu would be the one to be embarrassed about it every time.

Who tops? ...Okay so here, personally as someone who writes Fanfics, Karma tops. Always. I just- I just can't imagine Shuu as a top?? my friends gave me some really valid reasons for Shuu to be a top but I just can't see it 😩

Who initiates kisses? Both I guess? But mostly Karma

Who reaches for the other's hand first? Oooo here an example! If they are driving in the car, and Karmas hand is free, Shuu usually reaches for it but as soon as Karma needs it to drive, he has to let go. Or if they are in the cinema - Shuu would definitely hold onto Karmas hand the whole time - as comfort, since they usually watch Horror movies together so yea 😌

Who kisses hardest? Who is most ticklish? Both is Karma, but when it comes to tickling, even tho Karma is more ticklish, he is also stronger than Shuu so he can easily pin him down and tickle him, just for the sake to see Shuu giggle which kills him bc God damnit isn't he adorable?

Who brings an animal they found home? Lol depends on the animal. I would say Karma is a cat person and Shuu is a dog person b u t Shuu is allergic to cats so they can't have cats. But I think if Karma would be the one to bring an animal home, it would be a dog.

Who holds the umbrella for the other when it's raining? Karma's shoe laces often get untangled, so when Karma bends to tie them, Shuu stands over him with an umbrella to keep the rain from pouring on him.

Who tries to playfully embarrass the other in public? Karma 😭

Who kills the scary bugs? Oh lemme tell you about this one:

Shuu HATES bugs, since he always had the feeling of his father having a bunch of centipedes around himself whenever he acted manipulative and so on so he hates them. So one time when Shuu was taking a shower, and Karma was in the kitchen, Shuu suddenly screeched so Karma went to check on him. He walked onto a Shuu, covering himself with a towel and looking absolutely T E R R I F I E D at the ceiling, stuttering. Karma was hella confused so he looked up and oop here we go, a spider. Karma obv took the spider off the ceiling to free it, but first he had to tease and scare his husband a little by walking towards the shower stall, "Shuu look~ He wants to be friends with you~", the way Shuu screamed at this made almost all of the windows in the apartment break.

Who asks the weird questions at random in the middle of the night? Karma does that on a daily basis, but when Shuu is a little bit drunk, he would ask weird questions to which Karma never has an answer but he jokes around.

Who hogs the blankets? Karma hogs them and Shuu ends up having a cold the next morning 😭

Who wakes up first? Shuu is an early bird, but Karma wakes up first for work.

Who wants to stay in bed just a bit longer? On weekends, they both stay in bed a bit longer to cuddle ❤️💕

Who always makes coffee for the other each morning? Karma makes coffee for Shuu before he leaves for work 🥰

Who cries during certain films or when reading sad books? Lmao Karma cries during Shrek every time the scene comes up where Shrek had an argument with Donkey 😔

Who gets scared during horror films? Shuu 😩😩 He would (as said before) take Karmas hand for comfort

Who tells their friends/family about the relationship first? Lmao none since GakuHOE is well, a hoe so they won't trust him b u t I have the feeling of Karmas mom being actually super supportive?? But they wouldn't tell her, she would just get the hint and then when she receives the wedding invite she goes "oh-".

What do their friends/family think of the relationship? Rio was shipping this since the beginning of middle school aight, she loves it and she even threw a party for them. #IstanRioNakamura

Who is more likely to ask the other to dance with them? Karma would ask Shuu to dance obv but Shuu would go along 😩💕

Who cooks best? Karma! And Shuu loves his cooking! :D

Who wears the other's jacket? Shuu is the one to wear long coats, and Karma those thicc jackets. Shuu usually gets super cold even with the coat on, so Karma gives Shuu his jacket on top of the coat lol.

Who uses cheesy pickup lines? Karma- anywhere. Have an example:

"Hey Shuu, could you feel the shirt?", he asked Shuu while they went shopping and Karma wAsN't sure about his T-Shirt choice so Shuu was running his fingers slightly over Karmas chest with the shirt still on and thinking about the material, then Karma went: "Know what it's made of?", and Shuu looked at him and was about to answer him, but Karma was quicker and continued, "Boyfriend material", ObViOuSlY with a grin and Shuu was a gay blushing mess 💅 but then Shuu went along, "What do you mean boyfriend? I can only see Husband material", and tuRNED AWAYYYYY~

Who whispers inappropriate things in the other's ear during inappropriate times? AAAA I T H I N K I've written sum like this before- So two things that happened:

KaruShuu were invited to a funereal or sum and pls the church was quiet and stuff but obv Karma had to joke around and he leaned over to Shuus ear and whispered a joke into his ear which made our stubborn Shuu giggle and the church was this close���� to throw them out lmao

Shuu was at work, and Karma likes to call him randomly, but oh well Shuu picks up and Karma starts to tease him over the phone maybe something very sexual stuff (knowing Karma he would) and Shuu just- he is sitting at his desk and his workers are giving him looks about why is he blushing so much.

Who makes the other laugh most? Karmas jokes always make Shuu laugh, sometimes even cry since they are hilarious.

Who would have to bail the other out of jail? Oh my God- Shuu would have to bail Karma out of jail maybe during college years, but I think Karma would mature a bit more as an adult

What would be their theme song? YOOO- A WHOLE PLAYLIST WOULD BE NEEDED-

Who would sing their child back to sleep? OOO!! Karma would be the type to read stories, but Shuu would sing them to sleep :D

What do they do when they're away from each other? I can imagine that they both have those business trips from time to time, so when they are apart, they FaceTime each other every evening to check on each other. Yes indeed they must stay at fancy hotels for their business trips and they are being served food, but they still check that the other one is eating and sleeping well. Oh and good morning and goodnight texts™️🥰

A headcanon about them that stabs your feels? Oh- oH GOD- That maybe they tend to act very distant at first in their relationships?? Or more cold? For example Shuu, he would not really know nor show much affection to Karma and Karma at first thinking that Shuu doesn't love him at all (which isn't true bc Shuu loves him deeply) but then he after some time figures it out when Shuu opens up to him more.

A headcanon that mends the previous one? That they both after some time spend together, have the opportunities to open up to each other, know each other better as well as find out each others weaknesses and strengths which makes their relationship stronger. I absolutely love them ❤️😩

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Curse || Namjoon || t h r e e

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Adventure, Fantasy

Summary: [Dragon! AU] [Namjoon x Knight! Reader]; Apparently there's been a dragon wreaking havoc in the nearby village, and so King Kim Seokjin asks you to deal with it as the newly appointed knight. When you arrive, it seems that the truth is not exactly as it appears. This is a Fem! reader.

Thank you to lovely @ahgassok​​ for the title pic!! I am very much in love with it (o´ω｀o)

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The sun was starting to come up when you opened your eyes. You squint at the rays that blind you, letting the grogginess fade overtime. You stumble your way into the common room where you find the rest of the team awake and studying up on the curse. “Oh goody, the scooby gang’s all here.” Yoongi’s gravelly morning voice remarks at the sight of you.

“What time is it?” you mumble.

“Probably 7 am,” Yoongi responds immediately. Your eyebrows knit together in confusion, but he continues on,” I’m joking; it’s dawn, you imbecile.” You laugh at his blunt remark as you shuffle down the hallway. 

When you look over to greet Namjoon good morning, you realize he’s not in the room. “...where’s Namjoon?”

“He’s out in the back,” Jimin replies nonchalantly,” Dragon things, I suppose.”

You take a seat in a plush chair, letting your body sink into the cushion. Minutes fly by as you pick up a book on herbology, intending to help the new recruits with gathering ingredients. Yoongi whispers into Taehyung’s ear, and you see him tense up. His eyes are wide as he searched into Yoongi’s sad ones. “...is there something wrong?” you say.

“I...” Taehyung falters. He’s choking on his words, unable to contain his sadness. “I have to-- I can’t say it, I’m sorry.” His hands are gripping the arms of his seat tightly. Yoongi squeezes his shoulder in comfort, and you watch Taehyung lean into his touch.

The sorcerer of the pack speaks with a solemn whisper,” In order for the spell to work, we’re going to have to rip King Kim’s heart out. Taehyung will have to rip his heart out. There’s just no way around it.” Yoongi swallows the lump forming in his throat. “I have to perform the spell, and with the time frame we have, the strength spell needed to rip his heart out won’t wear off in time to cast the one for Namjoon’s curse.”

“How does that work?” You ask, confused.

“It’s something to do with the magic code. It keeps people from constantly abusing its power, but with effects and stuff, rules vary.”

Despite how calm and indifferent he tries to act, it was at that point it really clicked with you. Taehyung has been living under Yoongi’s wing since childhood; their bond was just as sacred as any other flesh and blood and it’s no surprise to see Yoongi step in for him. You try to soak in this new information too, realizing that the end game means sacrificing their oldest brother.

Taehyung’s eyes are already welling up with a fresh set of tears. His voice is trembling,” ...Namjoon has to eat the heart of the one who cursed him; He has to eat his brother’s heart.” He cries.

“I have to what?” Namjoon’s rather large dragon body stomped down the hall.

The hushed chatter that floated around the room stopped, and your heart stills for a moment. Painful sobs racked Taehyung’s body, and it’s not long before Namjoon guzzles down a potion and rushes over to join him. It hurts to watch the two mourn their brother’s inevitable death, but King Kim’s tyranny has wrung out for far too long. 

“What’s worse is that since it’s an ancient pagan curse,” Yoongi continues,” I’m not even sure my magic is strong enough on its own to cast it.”

At this mention, Jimin speaks up. “When I was younger, I used to be a medical witch. A healer.” His soft voice soothes the room, but uncertainty still clung to your forms. “I’ll help when the time comes.”

“When we cast this undoing hoodoo,” Hoseok pipes up,” What’s the repercussion? We all know that book is going to want an eye for an eye.”

Yoongi leans forward, as if it made things more serious and grave than it already was. “A new species will be unleashed upon the world. Primordial creatures that were feared among many. Leviathans.”

By the late afternoon, a plan has been devised and by tomorrow’s nightfall, the King will have passed. “I know Sir Jungkook’s schedule like the back of my hand. If anyone on the inside is going to help us, it’ll be him.” You say confidently. You knew Jungkook when you were younger and he was just a mere bread boy. When you two grew of age, you both enlisted to be a knight, excitement stirring at the thought of serving the new King. Oh, how you were so naive. 

“Are we sure this is going to work?” Jimin asks.

“If it doesn’t we’ll be on trial for attempted assassination of the King.” You say,” I don’t think any plan is fool proof, but this is the only one we have.”

The next morning, you are up before the crack of dawn and standing right outside of the castle. The stars hang brightly in the darkness above you, and you breathe it all in as if it’ll be your last. Jungkook does his rounds during this time, and you’ve set out a signal to get his attention. It’s a personal one you two agreed upon that said to drop everything and look for each other.

The tip of the arrow glints in the moonlight, furthermore catching Jungkook’s attention. A single arrow covered in black tar lays in the soft soil in front of him. He looks at his surroundings, wary of his next moves. He walks towards the arrow and crouches down to inspect it. “Y/n?” He whispers into the open field, hoping for an answer.

Slowly, you come out of hiding and approach him. Relief washes over his body at the sight of you, and he goes in for a hug,”Lady y/n, I’ve missed you. I heard about your dragon mission, and I feared the worst.” He holds you tightly, not letting go for a few more minutes.

“Oh trust me Jungkook, what I’m about to tell you is far worse.”

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“Your majesty!” You groan, bursting through the doors. He eyes your body up and down, seeing that it’s littered with cuts and bruises. You’re bleeding on the lush carpet leading up to his throne as you take each step. The walls of this room is exactly how you remembered it the last time; Cold, gray ones that confined your freedom the moment you signed your name on that damned list. “I’ve been attacked.... the dragon, he’s here..” Your voice falters and you hiss in agony.

“What?” He bellowed. Soon after, Jungkook bursts through the door, dragging in two cloaked men: One in deep wine and gold embellishments and one in an ominous black. Their hoods are covering their faces and they’re unresponsive to the panicked crowd rushing past them.

“Your royal majesty!” Jungkook calls out. He’s clad in his silver armor, but his helmet is off. He shoves the cloaked figures forward and speaks,” My Lord, the Kingdom is under attack. These two men ambushed Lady Y/n when she attacked the beast.”

King Kim Seokjin rises from his throne, shock and anger clouding his better judgement. “Leave them here for me to deal with. Take y/n to the infirmary.” He commands. 

“You there! Go and ready the army,” Seokjin shouts to a knight on standby. The man rushes out towards the left wing in fear. Meanwhile, you drop to your knees in pain for added effect. Jungkook rushes over in worry and concern.

 “Lady y/n, it’s going to be alright!” He yells. Sir Jungkook scoops you into his arms and runs out of the room. As soon as you’re out the King’s line of sight, he gently places you on the floor. “Here, let’s get Namjoon before they actually kill him.” He hands you a potion Yoongi had concocted earlier. You down it in one swift motion, letting your wounds heal up in a matter of seconds.

“State your names, heathens.” The king spits out the words like venom. A heavy and thick silence fills the air. White-hot anger struck him and fumes practically blew out of his ears. Seokjin’s patience wears thin as he practically shouted,” Your King demands your name.” He growls.

“Min Yoongi.”

“...Kim Taehyung.”

Before the name registers in Seokjin’s mind, Taehyung had teleported in front of him. King Kim staggers backwards in shock, almost stumbling onto the throne behind him. “No... it can’t be,” He stammers,”...Taehyung?”

The hood that covered his identity comes off to reveal his younger brother. Taehyung’s eyes are red and puffy, tears still dripping from his face. His hair is wet and clings to his forehead, and his expression shows only of remorse and guilt. “The years have not been kind to you, brother.” His voice is deep and sorrowful.

Taehyung reveals his arm from underneath his cloak. It’s black from the forearm to the tips of his fingertips where his nails have morphed into sharp claws. With his other, more human, arm, he grips onto Seokjin’s shoulder tightly. “Wh.. What are you doing?” he croaks.

“I’m sorry, Jin hyung.” He whispers before his bewitched hand plunges into his brother’s chest. He turns away, too afraid of seeing the light fade from Seokjin’s eyes. There was barely a grunt in pain before his body went limp in Taehyung’s arms. His hand trembles as he pulls the still-beating heart from his dead sibling. “...I’m so sorry.” He holds onto Jin’s body, grieving over the loss of his brother.

Outside, panic ensues. Knights crowd around Namjoon, firing arrows, spears, and whatever else they could get their grimy hands on. You grip the wand in your hand tightly, feeling weight on your shoulders. You recall Taehyung handing it to you and saying that he got it from some wizarding academy he attended. You and Jungkook rush over to stand in front of Namjoon, and you raise the wand in your hand. 

“Obliviate!”

Suddenly, the mass of armored men fall to the ground. Hoseok and Jimin pushes pass the bodies on the floor. “Do you know how hard it is to keep screaming until someone shows up?” Hoseok laughs. 

Jimin nudges Hoseok’s shoulder,”Tell me about it; you did great acting terrified though.”

“I don’t know if I was actually acting,” Hoseok huffs,” Namjoon, you’re actually really scary, you know that?” He playfully laughs as he hands Namjoon a potion. Once more did the dragon disappear, leaving only a man in the middle of smoke. As it dissipates, you motion for them to head back into the castle. 

“What took y’all so long?” Yoongi shouts as he opens the spell book. Jimin and Hoseok hurry over to the makeshift witch’s table and pours out the ingredients. The ritual is set, and Taehyung walks over weakly. Blood runs down the palm of his hand as he grips onto the heart. 

The gravity of the situation sinks in, and you see Namjoon’s face pale as Taehyung nears. “Please,” he weeps,” hurry.”

Yoongi quickly goes to work, starting the incantation. He sprinkles in the ingredients one by one, a glowing puff sparkling each time afterwards. Jimin joins into Yoongi’s citation of the spell, reinforcing the charm with the best of his abilities. Thunder booms overhead, the distant cry of rain seeping in. “Now, Namjoon!” They call quickly.

He closes his eyes in a vain attempt to disassociate himself from this situation. He’s holding the pulsating heart in his hand whilst tears prickle his eyes. You gag at the audible squish that follows when his teeth sinks into the bloody organ. Your own eyes are closed now, and you hear the storm picking up outside.

Yoongi and Jimin’s voice grow so deafeningly loud that you have to cover your ears. A final thunder roars, and lighting strikes the castle. Jungkook and Hoseok huddle together with you, shielding you from any harm that might come out of this. Your own heart pounds in your ribcage as it imagines being torn into. Pieces of the ceiling crack and cave in, but the spell finishes out before you have a chance to die by storm. You hear Namjoon’s muffled cry, but you don’t dare look at the gruesome sight in front of you. 

You don’t get to see the pain that courses through Namjoon’s veins, or how it starts to pump a glowing purple. You don’t get to see the crack of lightning shoot out from his body and into the pitch black sky all while he screams in agony. 

You don’t get to see the Leviathans being released.

All at once it is silent. The rain stops, and the sky clears. Softly and gingerly, Jungkook and Hoseok release their hold on you. You look out the window, and you see the sun start to rise again. If the spell failed, Namjoon could turn into a dragon at any given moment, yet when you look over, all you see is the shell of two men, who lost their only remaining family. 

The pyrrhic victory leaves you all wondering how much of this was worth it. Eventually, the scars of today will fade, but for them it may be a lifetime before they can accept the horrors they went through together. Even when the sun shines high amongst the clouds, Namjoon remains human and very much alive. 

The new heir will rise, but the journey will never be over.

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SkyFire 2: Chapter 19

The Honeymoon: April 2017

Word count: 4.7k

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The afternoon sun warmed the air as Aurora laid on her back on the beach, a soft breeze blowing in off the water cooling her slightly, the thatched umbrella above her providing some shade. Her eyes were closed behind the sunglasses perched on her nose, her hair fanning out around her head, a yellow bikini covering her and a layer of sweat clinging to her exposed skin.  She heard Harry approach, his footsteps shifting the sand and then she felt the water drops falling on her as he stood above her. She cracked open one eye to look up at her husband, a cheeky smirk pulling at his lips as his hair fell over his forehead and he looked down at her laid out on her towel.

“Your getting water all over me,” she muttered.

“Thought you liked when I got you wet,” he replied. He laughed as she blushed. “Don’t get shy on me now.”

“Get your mind out of the gutter, Harold.”

“Come join me in the water,” he said, ignoring her reproach.

“But I’m so comfy,” Rori replied a small pout on her lips. She let out a loud squeal as Harry suddenly bent forward, scooping her into his arms and carry her down towards the waters edge. “Harry!” she yelled, laughter bubbling in her throat as he raced into the ocean, dunking them both under the surface.

Rori gasped as they resurfaced, water running down her face as her sunglasses sat askew, her hair plastered to her back. Harry was grinning widely as he held her against his chest and silenced her objections by kissing her deeply. Her arms moved to wrap around his neck, her legs around his waist as he deepened the kiss, the Caribbean sun beating down on both of them.

“I can’t believe you just dunked me in the water like a frat boy trying to flirt at a spring break party,” she said once they pulled apart.

“Gosh only been married 3 days and you already don’t wanna spend time with me,” Harry joked. “I feel so unloved.”

“Well I wouldn’t want you feeling unloved,” Rori replied as she tightened her arms around his shoulders and leaned back in to kiss him again. They pulled apart with a laugh when Harry’s stomach rumbled. “How about dinner?” she asked. Harry nodded and began to move them back towards the beach, not allowing her to unwrap herself from his torso. He carried her across the sand, stooping to allow her to pick up her abandoned towel and then continued up towards their little beach front cottage.

Harry finally set Aurora back on her feet once he’d walked through the front door and she headed for the kitchen and started digging through the fridge to throw together something for dinner. “Let me,” Harry said, nudging her aside and pulling items out that he would need. “Pour yourself a drink and put your feet up.”

“Careful now,” Rori chuckled as she did as he suggested, “I might get used to this.”

“Oh, like I don’t cook most nights when we’re home.”

“Ok fair,” Rori laughed. “Maybe we should go into town tomorrow and let someone else do the cooking.”

“I like the sound of that,” Harry agreed while he chopped up veggies for a quick stir-fry.

“I was thinking it might be nice to hike up into the jungle a bit tomorrow,” Rori said as she sipped on her drink and watched him move around the kitchen.

“Maybe we could hike later in the week,” Harry replied. “I’ve got a surprise for you tomorrow, but we could definitely go out for dinner after.”

“You know I hate surprises,” Rori said, glaring half-heartedly at him. “What are we doing?”

“Nope, not telling,” Harry grinned. “Just know that you’ll love it. Now instead of badgering me about it, why don’t you go shower and I’ll call you when this is ready.”

“You know I’m sure dinner could wait if you wanted to come join me for that shower,” Rori replied with a grin over her shoulder as she sauntered off towards the bedroom.

“Yeah I’m not that hungry anyway,” Harry said in a rush, already following after her.

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Aurora woke up to Harry packing a backpack by the foot of the bed, the curtains fluttering in a cooling breeze blowing in through the doors leading out onto a patio.

“What are you doing?” she mumbled. She chuckled as her shirtless husband jumped in response to her question.

“Jesus,” he gasped. “You scared the crap out of me, love.”

“Didn’t answer the question, H,” she laughed.

“I’m packing a few things for our surprise,” he said. “Now time to get up and dressed.”

“Yes, Sir,” Rori replied. “Since I don’t know where we’re going, what would you suggest I wear?”

“Bikini under something comfortable,” Harry replied, already throwing her black bikini bottoms at her. She decided on a pair of high waisted denim shorts and peach coloured t-shirt, while harry pulled on a pair of white shorts and a button up Hawaiian shirt.

“Do I need both hands for this surprise?” she asked, gesturing to her prosthetic which she had yet to remove from her suitcase since their arrival days ago.

“Nope,” Harry replied, grinning widely at her growing frustration at his evasive answers. She continued to question where they were going as they climbed into their rental car and he drove them away from the cottage, following the shoreline to a nearby resort. He refused to answer, instead chuckling and leading her down towards the marina and onto a small boat. Aurora smiled brightly as Harry helped her into the boat and then took to the helm to guide them out of the harbour. Rori stepped up behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist as they headed onto into calmer waters and followed the coastline.

“You said you wanted to see more of the island since we didn’t really leave the beach much last time we we’re here,” Harry explained. “Thought this could be a fun way to see it.”

“It’s perfect,” Aurora murmured, kissing his shoulder blade before pressing her cheek against his back and watching the water pass by beneath them. “I love you.”

After following the coast for a few hours, Harry anchored the small vessel and then pulled his phone out of pocket to take a photo of his unsuspecting wife. She was standing at the prow of the boat looking at the shore ahead of them in only her denim shorts and bikini top, having taken off her shirt shortly after they had set sail. Her dark hair cascaded down her back and Harry didn’t think he would ever meet anyone more beautiful than her. After taking the photo, he slipped his phone back into his pocket and walked over the join her, resting his hands on her hips and kissing the top of her shoulder.

“Feel like jumping in for a swim?” he asked. Aurora nodded and quickly slipped out of her shorts before diving into the cool, clear water. Harry pulled off his shirt and dived in after her. They swam around the boat for a while before climbing back aboard and pulling out the picnic lunch Harry had packed. Rori giggled when she found a touristy looking captains’ hat towards the back of the boat, presumably left by the previous user of the boat. She returned to Harry’s side with it tucked behind her back before quickly slipping it onto his head and falling into a fit of giggles. He pouted at her for a brief moment before his lips starting twitching and he also started laughing at how ridiculous it was.

Aurora laid out on the deck after they finished lunch, her eyes closed, and her arms spread wide as she basked in the bright sunshine. Harry jumped back in the water and swam around for a bit before Aurora joined him in the water to cool off. Eventually Harry hauled the anchor back on board and headed back to the marina. They returned to the cottage to shower and change and then headed towards one of the nearby towns for dinner.

xXx

The next morning, Rori awoke to texts from Mark and Ella.

◊Mark: Heads up, a fan took a photo of you both at dinner last night and tweeted it so just be aware that the entire world now knows you’re on St Lucia.

◊Ella: TMZ reported on your honeymoon being in St Lucia. I know you were going to wait till you got back to post some pics on Instagram but no need to wait now. SHOW ME HOW AMAZING IT IS!

◊Ella: P.S I love you and I miss you. Coffee catch up when you’re home.

Aurora rolled her eyes, groaning in frustration that they couldn’t even enjoy some privacy on their honeymoon.

“What’s wrong?” Harry muttered; his face still half buried in his pillow.

“Someone took a picture of us at dinner last night and TMZ is running the story.”

“Damn,” he sighed, rolling over to run his hand along her side. “Sorry babe.”

“El wants me to post some of our pics,” Rori said. “Which probably isn’t a bad idea if fans already know where we are. If we give them something that might stop them trying to find us and taking sneaky photos.”

“I can post one of the photos I took of you down on the beach the other day and ask them to give us some privacy. Maybe remind them I’ll be doing promo when we get back, so they’ll see plenty of us over the next few weeks.”

xXx

After spending a few lazy days in the cottage and on the beach out front in somewhat of an attempt to avoid the paparazzi they were sure had arrived on the island, they both decided to go out exploring. Harry packed the hire car while Rori finished getting dressed and lathering on the sun cream and then they drove off to the head of a trail Harry had read about online. It was early in the day, but the heat was already apparent, as it seemed to always be in the Caribbean. Harry, ever the gentleman, had shouldered the bag with their lunches, leaving Aurora only needing to carry a bottle of water. Her hair was pulled back in a high ponytail that was tucked through the back of her baseball cap and her sunglasses were perched on her nose. Occasionally they would pass others on the path, but for the most part they couple were alone as they hiked through the jungle along the beaten path, chatting happily about nothing in particular and laughing often. They stopped a few times along the way to take photos of the scenery and Harry demanded he be allowed to take a photo of Aurora, claiming that her bright blue shirt made her pop out amongst the foliage in a way that needed to be captured on camera. She’d laughed at his insistence but struck a pose, mocking his infamous peace sign. He slapped her lightly on the butt as they headed off down the path again, causing her to jump and let out a shriek. Eventually, after a few hours, the path finally opened up to a pool of water at the base of a beautiful waterfall.

Rori immediately pulled her cap off her head and stripped out of her shirt and denim shorts until she was standing there in only her black bikini. She grinned and winked at Harry when she caught him checking her out, sliding into the water without waiting to see if he was following. Harry quickly dropped his bag to the ground beside the pile of her clothes and tugged his shirt over his head, his yellow trunks hanging low on his hips as he took a few photos and then jumped into the refreshingly cool water with his wife.

They stayed in the water for a while before returning to their bags, where Harry set up a picnic lunch for them. They hiked back towards the car after lunch, Harry’s hand rarely leaving his wife’s as they walked through the jungle.

xXx

A few days after their hike to the waterfall, Aurora suggested they hire some paddle boards and spend the afternoon out on the water. Harry happily agreed, although they both found themselves to be rather terrible at the activity. While Aurora’s prosthetic was waterproof, the transmitter was not and with the high risk of her falling in the water she had decided against wearing it which left paddling to be a very difficult task. Even with both of his hands, Harry had his own troubles attempting to maintain his balance on the board. They both spent most of the time in fits of laughter as Aurora stood on the board, struggling to paddle, while Harry repeatedly fell into the water.

“So maybe paddle boarding isn’t for us,” Rori said when Harry’s head once again broke the surface, his curls clinging to his forehead. She sat down in the centre of her board and laid the paddle down beside her. Harry swam around her for a while before hoisting himself back onto his own board and laid down on his back.  She fished her phone from the back pocket of her shorts and took a few photos of him laying shirtless in his tight white shorts.

“Why on earth did you bring your phone with you?” Harry asked, turning his head towards her and squinting against the bright sunshine. “You’re gonna get it wet and wreck it.”

“No, I won’t,” she replied. “It’s the new model and Dad asked me to test out the new waterproofing. Seems like a good time to test it out.” She slid into the water and swam across to the edge of his board, brandishing the now dripping phone as if to prove her point. He rolled his eyes at her and then pushed her head under the water. She popped back above the surface, gasping and sputtering, the look of shock causing Harry to burst out laughing. “You’re dead,” she warned before tipping the board and sending him into the water as well. They splashed around for a while, laughing and having fun. Aurora took a few more photos and even dived down towards the seabed to test out the phone, knowing her dad would have many questions for her when she reported back.

Eventually they grew tired, grabbing their boards and heading back towards the nearby shoreline. She’d had a fun afternoon but was not at all sad to be handing the paddle boards back to attendant at the hire facility. They were good at many things, but paddle boarding was not one of them.

“H?” Aurora asked as they walked along the boardwalk near the marina.

“Yes love?” he replied.

“Can you help me put my hair up please? It’s sticking to my back and it’s getting annoying.”

He smiled softly at her, taking the offered hair tie and quickly collecting her long brunette locks into a high ponytail before twisting it into a messy bun for her.

“Thanks,” she said, offering a kiss before they continued on their walk.

“Your welcome.” Harry wrapped an arm around her shoulders, tugging her close to his side as they wandered. “Bit too early for dinner so what do you wanna do for the rest of the afternoon?”

“I’m not sure,” Rori mused. “The resort up the road has a day spa. Maybe we could go get mani-pedi’s.”

“I like the way you think Mrs Styles.”

“I like when you call me Mrs Styles.”

Harry stopped walking, pulling Aurora to a halt as well and kissing her deeply. “I love you so much,” he murmured against her lips.

“Love you too, H,” she replied. “Now how about that spa date?”

He chuckled, slipping his hand into hers and allowing her to tug him up the boardwalk towards the nearby resort. They were seated after not too long of a wait, their feet soaking in the warm, delightfully scented water, while their fingernails were buffed and filed.

“This reminds me of my hens’ day with the girls,” Aurora said while the selected their colours. Both settling on tropical colours; peach for Harry and a soft pink and orange combination for Aurora.

“We should do this more often,” Harry said, leaning his head back and closing his eyes with a contented sigh.

“Because we have so much spare time,” Rori scoffed.

“We can make the time,” Harry replied. “What’s the point of being a global sensation if I can’t treat myself and my wife to a spa day every now and then?”

“Global sensation?” Aurora laughed. “Very humble of you dear.”

“Sorry you’re so right,” Harry replied, his tone mockingly contrite. “International heartthrob better?” He smiled brightly in response to Rori’s giggles, never happier himself than when he was making her laugh.

Once their manicures and pedicures were finished, they headed back to the cottage and Harry set about throwing together dinner, refusing Aurora’s offers to assist and instead banishing her from the kitchen. She rolled her eyes at his familiar demands to get out of his kitchen and went to change out of her bikini into a comfortable summer dress and then settle into the lounge chair out on the patio with a book as the sun slowly set over the water, the sky a beautiful blend of pinks, blues and purples.

Harry startled her out of her novel when he fell into the chair beside her and handed her a plate. She smiled softly at him, thanking him before digging in.

“Tomorrow’s our last full day,” Harry noted while they ate. “Any last things you want to do or places you wanna see?”

“No, I think I’d just like to lounge around here,” Rori answered. “Going to be a while before we have some downtime so it might be nice to do a whole lot of nothing.”

“Sounds perfect,” Harry said, smiling warmly at her as the last rays of light lit up their faces.

xXx

On their last day in St Lucia, they pair went running on the beach at dawn. The peach tones in the sky were beautiful and they both enjoyed the peaceful quiet of the early morning, the only sounds the soft crashing of the nearby waves and their heavy breathing as they ran on the hardpacked sand near the waterline.

They arrived back at the cottage once the sun had fully crested the horizon, already blazing warm in the cloudless blue sky. They showered and ate breakfast and then Aurora headed down to the beach. She laid out in the sun, soaking up the last of the tropical heat before they returned to London the following day, a novel in hand and a wide brim hat on her head. Harry came out to join her once he’d taken care of their breakfast dishes and sat down next to her with his own book. They coexisted on the sand, both absorbed in their novels as the sun continued to climb in the sky. Aurora head inside to throw together a light lunch and returned to sit beside Harry in comfortable silence as they ate.

“Gonna go for a dip to cool off,” Harry said, standing up and brushing the sand from his shorts. “Wanna join me?”

“Might stay here and work on my tan for a little,” Aurora replied. She smiled as she watched him jog down to the water’s edge and wade out into the ocean. She laid back, stretching out under the warm sun, attempting to soak up every ray she could, knowing how busy they would be for the next year with the album launch and tour on the horizon. There would be no time for vacations for quite some time and there would be little to no time like this where just the two of them could be together without interruptions or prying eyes. She loved their lives and their careers but sometimes she missed being a nobody living above a pub that could go about her day without having to worry that her outfit and hair were perfect because someone would take a photo of her and then thousands of people would pick her apart online. She was so caught up in her thoughts that she didn’t head down to join Harry in the water before the change in light pulled her out of her daydreaming.

The weather had been so perfect for the majority of their vacation that Aurora was surprised to see the dark clouds quickly rolling in from the ocean. She yelled out to Harry, drawing his attention to the change in weather and he made his way out of the water, the clouds already turning the previously perfect day, dark and gloomy. There was still lingering heat in the air, but the rapid change was causing the humidity to climb and there was a feeling of electricity in the air as the winds picked up and howled along the beach. Harry grabbed his towel from where he’d left it beside her and they both dashed back towards the cottage. They reached the safety of the porch only moments before the rain came bucketing down and they watched as the sea turned grey and churned in the sudden storm.

“Didn’t see that coming,” Harry muttered as he tried to dry off his curls.

“One minute it was beautiful sunshine and then the next thing I knew the clouds were rolling in,” Rori agreed. “Wish it could have held off till we left tomorrow.”

“At least we were already planning to have dinner here,” Harry said. “Would have been a bloody nightmare trying to get into town in this.”

“Seems like it’s perfect weather to curl up with a movie, innit?” Rori asked, already heading towards the small living room.

The movie had barely started when the first flash of lightning lit up the room, quickly followed by a clap of thunder that was so loud it rattled the windows. Harry felt Aurora jump in his arms and then she began shaking. He immediately recognized the beginnings of a panic attack, and while Rori hadn’t experienced one for months, he was an old pro in helping her through them by this point. One of his hands immediately moved to cover one of her ear, attempting to block out the trigger as she pressed herself as close as she could into his chest, blocking the ear that wasn’t covered by his hand. His other hand moved along the length of her spine soothingly as he felt her arms wrap around him, gripping on for dear life and squeezing him tightly as she continued to shake in his arms. He kissed the crown of her head muttering that everything was going to be ok and that she was safe. He knew that she couldn’t hear him, but she’d once told him that when she was pressed so tightly to his chest, she could feel the rumble of his voice and it helped to centre her in her panic. He also focused on exaggerating his breathing, coaxing her to pace her own with his and thankfully, as fast as the storm had rolled in, it continued over the top of them and soon the thunder was fading into the distance. Slowly, about 20 minutes after the first clap of thunder, Harry felt Rori’s arms slacken around him and her trembling body grew still against his. He continued kissing her head and murmuring that she was safe and that he was there and eventually, once he deemed that the thunder was distant enough, he removed his hand from her ear and instead moved it to join the other as her rubbed soothingly along her back.

“I’m sorry,” she mumbled, catching Harry off guard in the silence that had enveloped the little cottage in the storms wake.

“Don’t you dare apologize,” he replied, lifting her chin so that she was looking him in the eye. Her own were puffy and glassy, her cheeks blazing red. “You know I hate when you blame yourself.”

“We were having such a wonderful time and then I ruined it,” she said, her eyes dropping to her lap, unable to look at her husband.

“You didn’t ruin anything,” he promised, squeezing her back against him. “You know I love a good cuddle.” She lent her head back against his shoulder, her eyes slipping closed, exhausted by the panic attack. She shivered a little, the passing storm having sucked all the warmth out of the afternoon. “How about a nice warm bath?” Harry suggested, already standing and hoisting her into his arms. “Then we can come back out here and get all cosy and watch the movie over dinner.”

“Yeah I’d really like that,” she yawned, allowing herself to be carried into the bathroom, sitting on the counter as Harry filled the tub and added a lavender bath bomb. She slowly slipped out of her clothes as Harry did the same and they both settled into the hot water. Harry let out a content sigh as she cuddled up against his chest, his legs framing her hips, his arms wrapped around her waist.

“I love you,” he murmured.

“Love you too, H,” Aurora replied, turning her head from where it rested against his shoulder to kiss him. “Don’t know what I’d ever do without you.”

xXx

They packed their things the following day and drove the hire car back to the small airport on the other side of the island, arriving back in London the day before the release of Harry’s first single, attempting to shake off their vacation in preparation to jump straight into the press appearances and performances ahead of the album launch in a few weeks’ time.

It was early afternoon by the time that they collected their bags and made their way home to Battersea. Harry took their luggage directly into the laundry, dropping it all on the floor and leaving it for later before returning to the living room where Aurora was collapsed on the sofa. He laid down on top of her, his body pressing hers into the cushions and her soft chuckle was muffled in the fabric beneath her head.

“You good?” she laughed.

Harry hummed in reply, his face smooshed into the space between her shoulder blades. “Just need a minute and then I’ll get up.”

“Mind letting me up while you take that minute?” she asked softly. “Need to start on the laundry before Jeff comes over later. Gonna be a busy day tomorrow.”

“Exactly,” Harry mumbled. “Gonna be nonstop all day so just let me snuggle with ya for a bit.”

“Ok,” Rori chuckled. “At least let me turn over so we can cuddle properly without you smothering me to death ya big oaf.”

“Fine,” Harry relented, rolling onto his side up against the back of the sofa, allowing Rori to turn and wrap herself around his torso. She kissed him tenderly, her right hand trailing along the side of his ribcage and down to rest on his hip bone. “Still can’t believe you’re my wife,” he mumbled. Aurora smiled softly as she felt him falling asleep beside her.

“How lucky am I?” she whispered to herself, kissing him one last time and then rolling out from under his arm to head towards the laundry, leaving him to nap on the sofa. She knew that while she had fallen asleep the moment her head had hit the pillow the previous night, her husband had most likely stayed awake, worrying about her in the wake of her panic attack the previous afternoon. She decided to get what she needed to do finished and leave him to catch up on his rest before the meeting. They were expecting Jeff in a few hours to run through the finalised schedule for the release of Sign of the Times the following day. She set to work on emptying their luggage into the washing machine and then headed into the kitchen to get started on dinner, finally slipping on her prosthetic hand for the first time since the wedding.

This is the end of Part 2.

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Distance 03

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There wasn’t a day Jeno didn’t regret not making things official with you sooner. What he also didn’t expect was his soon to be ex best friend to act on his feelings towards you either. Now a whole continent away with a ten hour time difference, will the two of you survive the distance and all the obstacles that come with?

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Pairing: Ballerina OC x Dancer Jeno

Words: 1929

Warnings: Swearing

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Tag List: @mikachu-28​ @peachykrystal​ @jenoleeaesthetic​

 “What do you think you’re doing?” Yeeun whispered, grabbing Tzuyus arm and pulled her away from the door, “You know it’s rude to eavesdrop.” 

“It’s not my fault the door was open.” Tzuyu argued, she didn’t get why Yeeun was so annoyed with her lately, “I just wanted to get to know him better.” 

“Maybe if you stopped trying to flirt with him everytime he came to hang out he’d open up more.” Yeeun said and sighed, “We told you that he was off limits.”

“But you also said that they weren’t official.” Tzuyu said with a smile, “I still think I can change his mind.” 

Yeeun felt bad for Tzuyu because up until recently, she was in her position. She had entered SMAA around the same time the others had. The moment she saw Jeno dance at his first NCT showcase, she was interested. She would observe him during their shared classes and noticed how cold he was to everyone but his inner circle which only consisted of Jaemin at the time. 

Eventually, she tried talking to him and the way he treated her was the exact same way he was treating Tzuyu. She had overheard him telling Jaemin one day that if he won Nationals he would let go and finally be at peace. She didn’t know what he was talking about at the time but only knew now that he was referring to his feelings for you. After he won, she was set to make her move but then you showed up and it was as if Jeno was a different person. 

She tried so hard to hate you but she couldn’t. You were so nice to her all the time even though Jeno still acted cold and eventually she found solace in her first love Wong Yukhei and after everything thats happened, she was glad they worked things out. 

Now, she was determined to set it straight with Tzuyu to avoid any unnecessary drama within the group. Things were tense right now as is and it wasn’t worth it.

“Listen, I was in your position only months ago. It’s not worth it Tzuyu.” Yeeun started, “I thought I could change his mind too but he only ever had eyes for one person. It never changed, even after four years.” 

“Maybe you just weren’t his type.” Tzuyu said dismissively, “He seems like he needs someone who can support him.” 

“Believe me, he gets a lot of support from Y/N. That girls probably chewing him out right now for overworking himself.” Yeeun said knowing it was a topic in your last phone call, “I’m trying to tell you so you won’t get hurt. He’s not and will never see you the way he sees her. They grew up together, travelled together, they have so many memories with each other that their hearts naturally belong together. For fuck sakes, she’s all he ever talks about. He’s waiting Tzuyu, he’s waiting for the right time and when they become official, nothing and I mean NOTHING will be able to break them up.” Yeeun let out a breath, “Think carefully. Whatever your actions, there will be repercussions and it’s not a threat nor from me.” 

Looking down at her phone, she saw a text from Yukhei asking where she was. Quickly replying, she decided to make her way back to the practice room where Jeno was to see if he was done with his video call. That left Tzuyu frozen from Yeeuns rant, fist clenched as she felt anger rush inside her. Who was she to tell her that she had no chance. She would show Yeeun, she would show that she would be able to change Jeno’s mind and by the end of it, it would be Y/N who? 

Meanwhile, on the other side of the world, you were in your bedroom getting ready for bed. You and Renjun had accomplished a lot during the day and it was time for you to rest. You were doing your nighttime stretches, dressed in a simple tank top and shorts combo, listening to your favorite classical playlist. You took a deep breath in and slowly released as you lifted leg slightly, jumping when you felt two arms wrap around your waist.

“Gosh Jisung, make some noise next time.” you said pulling away from said person but was quickly pulled back into his arms so you were resting under his chin. You had forgotten how big the height difference was between the two of you and you heard his deep voice that he usually had when he came home from practice exhausted.

“Dance with me.” he said, resting his chin on your head, eyes closed as he lead you through the waltz, “I feel like it’s been so long since I’ve seen you and I don’t remember the last time we had any alone time together.” 

“Well you are here for training camp.” you said, swaying with him to the music, holding his hand as he twirled you out before bringing you back in, “Is it better now that Chan’s there? I heard you’re one of the top candidates.” 

“That’s the hard part. It’s like public knowledge on how I got into training camp so I feel like I have to beat the standard. It’s so stressful sometimes because I know a lot of the kids there are judging me since my dance style is different.” he said with a small pout.

“Your dance style is what got you into training camp in the first place.” you said pulling away to look your best friend in the eyes, you could see the look of exhaustion on his face and his eye bags were so deep. You wondered when the last time he got a good night sleep was knowing he would stay late in the practice rooms to go through the routines with Chan. “Everyone here and back home believe in you.”: you ruffled his hair giggling, “I believe in you.” 

Jisung didn’t know what possessed him to do it, he could’ve blamed his exhaustion since his confidence levels went up during that time but he would later realize it wasn’t an excuse when he leaned down and claimed your lips in his, only to be pushed away a second later.

You both stood there, eyes wide.

“I-I’m so sorry Y/N.” he whispered, “I shouldn’t have…”

You didn’t know what to say, your best friend of four years, someone you considered a brother just kissed you. It was the one thing you promised wouldn’t happen and your heart suddenly filled with guilt. 

“Y/N…” Jisung whispered, he was afraid. Afraid that he just ruined your friendship. The way you pushed him away was an obvious sign.

Hearing the vulnerability in his voice made you look up at him and he could see ushed tears brimming his eyes. You weren’t mad, you knew you should have validated his feelings eons ago but you didn’t want to ruin the friendship between you or make anything awkward. But here he was worried he’d messed everything.

Wrapping your arms around his waist, you gave him a brief hug. You had to get out of there, you needed to clear your mind, you needed to rid the guilt in your heart. “I’m sorry.” you whispered and grabbed the hoodie you had stolen from Jeno before you left along with your phone and keys and ran out of your room, passed a shocked Renjun and Mia who were just coming back from a night out. 

“What the fuck just happened?” Renjun asked, seeing a frozen Jisung in your bedroom. He looked at Mia and she was quick to call Chan who was on his way over. You had just run out and it was the middle of the night, it wasn’t safe for you especially in a foreign place like this. He quickly ran out after you, chasing you down the streets as you continued to run. To run to a place you knew all too well.

Just like back home, you had your own spot in London too. It was situated not far from your apartment and you were able to see some of the best sights just from sitting on the hill alone. Looking over the lights, a part of you wished you were home. For the first time in a long time you were actually feeling home sick.

Looking down at your phone, you realized that classes were about to start back home but the guilt eating at your heart was so strong that you needed to let it out. Pressing a familiar name in your favorites, you could only hope he wasn’t in class yet.

Jeno was literally seconds from walking into class when he heard the ringtone he had reserved for you. Taking a step back, he quickly answered it.

“Hey, I’m just about to head to class right now. Can I call you back later?” he asked but froze when he heard a sob.

“I’m sorry.” you whispered over the line and he began to worry. Making eye contact with Jaemin from the door, he motioned that he wouldn’t be in class today, pointing to his phone and Jaemin raised his eyebrows but nodded his head.

“Hey are you okay?” he asked gently leaning against the lockers, class had already started so the hallways were practically empty. 

“I feel so bad..” you whispered and Jeno frowned, what were you going on about.

“What are you going on about? Where are you? Are you alone?” he asked, he was the middle of the night where you were and from the background noises, it sounded like you were outside. 

“Jisung kissed me.” you whispered and Jeno completely froze and swore he stopped breathing. 

“Jeno..?” your small voice went through the line but all he could hear was his blood pounding in his ears. He could not believe Jisung had the audacity. 

“I’m here.” he let out a breath, there was no use in overreacting right now, you had called him meaning that you wanted to tell him. It was a step. “H-how? When?” 

“About fifteen minutes ago…” you muttered, “I was getting ready for bed and he came home exhausted. He were talking, dancing and the next thing you know…” you sucked in a breath, “I am so sorry…”

“Did you push him away?” Jeno asked, clenching and unclenching his fist, but his voice remained calm. 

“Of course!” you gasped, “I feel guilty enough as is...I promised you that something like this wouldn’t happen and yet…”

“It’s not your fault…” Jeno said letting out a big breath, “I just...I need to process things for a while okay? I’m not mad at you but...I’m just frustrated with everything and then this…But it’s not you. I’m gonna go and I’ll call you again later tonight okay? Please, wherever you are get home safe. Even if you have to call Renjun or Jongin or someone...I don’t want anything happening to you.” 

“I think Renjuns right behind me..” you whispered, you had felt his presence and you could hear him yelling your name from blocks away, “Promise we’ll talk tonight?” 

“I promise, Princess.” he whispered, “Take care.” 

After ending the call, Jeno clenched his fists, instinctively punching a locker out of anger. There was no way he was going to class today. He had way too much pent up energy to even think about it. Picking up his bag, he made his way out the school doors. He had a long overdue appointment with his punching bag.

[cncobby]

Fluffy ABC’s series: Joel

happy new years my loves! i hope 2019 is good to all of us (its still 2019 in california but eh close enought)

so this is a new series (maybe) that i’m thinking of starting!! i got inspo while browsing through tumblr and i saw a couple other fandom writers for marvel do this so I wanted to do it for Joel at least bc he my baby but if you guys like this i’m thinking of doing it for the rest of the boys?? lmk what you think!!

i thrive on positive (or any) feedback so hearing what you guys think motivates me and lets me know how i’m doing so i can write more!!

A = Attractive: what do they find attractive about the other?

For you its definitely his hair, you love running your hand through his curls and playing with his hair while you guys are all cuddled up. He loves your smile, the way it lights up the room when he makes you laugh and how your nose scrunches up just slightly when one of the boys tells a bad joke.

B = Baby: do they want a family? why/why not?

He most DEF wants a family with you. We know homeboy wants seven (why this specific number I have NO idea) but he always daydreams about this all the time. Sometimes you guys will just be sitting on the couch, cuddling and watching Netflix or something when he’ll suddenly be like “so when we have kids do I have any say in their names?” And you’re jokingly like “boy who told you I’m giving you kids” he’s like “um duh we’re having seven. Three girls and four boys ... We’ll have to buy a big house since they’re not gonna wanna share when they’re older.” 

C = Cuddle: how do they cuddle?

Like a fucking koala. Literally wraps you around him like a blanket. His head below yours so you can play with his curls. This is his favorite when you guys are lying in bed, trying to fall asleep, or just waking up. He’ll hold you against his body if you try to leave “five more minutes baby, then we’ll get up”

D = Dates: what are dates with them like?

They're super lowkey, but that doesn’t mean they’re anything less than special. You both love nights in since he doesn’t get to spend much time at home with you, so any chance you guys get to cuddle up and catch up on tv while eating your fave foods is always a good time. Its also a good idea so you guys don’t end up getting mobbed/bombarded by fans or paparazzi. Even though most of your dates are at home, he goes out of his way to make them special and surprises you every time. Whether it be ordering food from you favorite restaurant, or hiring a private chef, or sprinkling rose petals on the floor, he knows exactly how to bring a smile to your face.

E = Everything: “you are my ____” (e.g my life, my world…)

“You are my sunshine.” He always compares your smile to the sun. 

“Why do you always say I’m like the sun?” 

“Because you’re the biggest star in my solar system” 

“that was so cheesy” 

“yeah but you love it”

F = Feelings: when did they know they were falling in love?

I feel like it’d be super random and unexpected, like he was having a bad day so you spammed him with goofy pictures and videos and he just felt his heart burst with this overwhelming amount of fondness for you. He looked at your face with that stupid filter on it and just thought at how sad he’d be if he wasn’t able to see that everyday.

G = Gentle: are they gentle? If so, how?

I feel like during sex he’d def be more the slow and sensual type. He loved taking his time with you and seeing all the different sounds and expressions you made when he’d kiss you in certain places. Not to say he wouldn’t be rough at certain times, but I feel like he’s the more gentle love making type.

H = Hand/Hold: how do they like to hold? how do they like to hold hands?

He likes to hold your hands, but a lot of the time he’ll grip your waist while your arm is slung around his. He likes the closeness of this since he doesn’t get to walk around like this with you all the time.

I = Impression: first impression/s

So you were a low-key super fan of them, like running a blog about them super fan but when you saw him randomly at a coffee shop you were like “oh fuck do I ask him for a picture?? Do I respect his privacy?? WHAT DO I DO” but u ended up like just sitting there and not picking any solutions. 

He saw you sitting there alone and was like hooooly who that be. A part of him hoped that you recognized him and were a fan and wanted a picture so that you’d come a talk to him but after he stood around for a few minutes he was like “fuck she has no clue who I am” so as he was walking towards you someone accidentally ran into him and his drink spilled. All . Over . Your . shirt. You were like “holy fuck” and his brain went into panic mode and was like omg I’m so sorry are you ok?? Here take my jacket and legit stripped off his jacket and put it around you.  

And then it was like a really awkward period where you were like silent and petrified and he was panicking bc “oh fuck i spilled a drink on the prettiest girl i’ve ever seen.” But then you eventually were like “...well this wasn’t how I was gonna ask my favorite singer for a picture, but...” And he feels such relieft bc OMG she doesnt hate me. You end up getting your picture (and his number!!) and leave smelling like coffee, but with a cute new hoodie and potential boyfriend.

J = Joker: are they into pulling pranks?

He’s not that big of a prankster. The only reoccurring prank he does is surprise you by showing up randomly at your work/school/house when he’s supposed to be on tour. He prob tells super corny jokes ESPECIALLY when you’re having a bad day so you smile at how bad they are.

K = Kisses: how do they kiss?

Lots of quick smooches, one quirk is that he loves to kiss the back of your hand. Every so often, he’ll steal your breath with a slow, deep kiss that leaves you dizzy.

L = Love: who says I love you first?

Well after he realized that you were a fan he knew that you loved him but you were afraid to say it too early out of fear that he’d think it was just fangirl admiration. You don’t officially say it until he does, but he hears you whisper to it after you thought he had fallen asleep.  

M = Memory:  their favourite moment together

When he brought you home to his family for the first time, and you just fit. His mom loved you (thank god you were both freaking out over this) and his brothers instantly bonded with you as if you were their sister. His brothers teased him to no end, but were happy they finally had a sister to love and care for.

N = Nickel: do they spoil? 

He looooves spoiling you. But not only materialistically, even though he loves to buy you gifts. He knows you prefer smaller more meaningful gifts than extravagant ones, so he’ll always buy things with your name on it from all the countries he visits, or sends you one of his hoodies with his cologne sprayed on top so it’s like he’s home with you.

O = Orange: what colour reminds them of their other half

For some reason, he has a habit of buying you things that are yellow. Once you asked him why, and he said  that it reminded him of your smile, the way you light up a room when you laugh or giggle. Also goes along with how he says you’re his sunshine.

P = Petnames: what pet names do they use?

Lots of babe/baby, especially when he’s whining for your attention. 

“hey babe what hat should i wear?”

“baby come cuddle with me”

“look at how cute you are look at how cuuuute my baby is”

He calls you angel on certain occasions, like if you’re mad at him or when you’re having a bad day and he’s trying to cheer you up.

“angel whats wrong?”

“i’m sorry angel, you know I didn’t mean it like that”

“look angel!! this is how happy you make me”

Q = Quaint: what is their favourite non-modern thing?

He loves black and white silent movies. You guys will often call/facetime each other and watch these movies together, making stupid comments throughout the movie to each other.

R = Rainy Day: what do they like to do on a rainy day?

You guys loved to cook/bake on rainy days. Lots of reenacting scenes from your favorite musicals and doing lots of duets of your favorite songs together. (This results in lots of burned cookies)

S = Sad: how do they cheer themselves/each other up

Lots of times he’ll just call you because he’s on tour and will go on a long rant about whatever’s bothering him. But if he’s there with you, you’ll instantly be able to tell if he’s upset bc he’ll just look really pouty and in those times the thing he loves is when you lay his head down on your lap and just gives him a scalp massage while asking whats bothering him.

T = Talking: What do they love to talk about/hear you talk about?

He really likes it when you talk about school/your job because although he loves his life sometimes its nice to feel like a normal person. He likes to talk about all the dumb shennanigans the boys do when on tour and all the beautiful places he’s seen. 

U = Unencumbered: What helps them relax?

Sounds corny and predictable, but singing. He loves doing covers of all songs, and when he’s feeling stressed he likes to cuddle and serenade you.

V = Vaunt: what do they like to show off? What are they proud of?

He loves to show off your couple pics to all the boys. They often find him just scrolling through his photo albums looking at the pictures you guys took together. “Look guys, look how photogenic we are.” “Bro we know you’ve shown us that picture like a million times”

W = Wedding: when, how, where do they propose?

It was about two years after you guys started dating, and you were talking to him about which job offer to take, the current job you had allowed you to travel with him if you wanted to go on tour with him, but the new job you were offered was a definite step up from the one you had, but wouldn’t give you as much freedom. He obviously wanted you to take that one, but you were worried that it’d put a strain on your relationship since you wouldn’t be seeing each other that often and your trust issues started to creep into your mind when all of a sudden he was like “Well would being married make you feel better?” 

And you’re like “…did you just” 

A smirk starts to creep up on his face, “Did I just ask you to marry me? I think so, what do you think angel? Wanna get hitched?” 

You low-key wanna smack that smug smirk off his face but you’re too stunned and just nod. “Yeah I’ll marry you dork” 

Later you guys are cuddling after you ‘celebrated’ your engagement and you’re like ... “You do know your mom is gonna kill you for proposing like this though” and he’s like “FUCK you right”

X = Xylophone: What’s their song?

Sun and Moon from Miss Saigon. The lyrics represented your relationship so well, and you’d always ask him to sing this to you if you weren’t able to fall asleep

Y = You the ___ to my ___ (e.g the cookies to my milk, the macaroni to my cheese)

He’s a dork so he’d prob make some corny joke like 

“You’re the bomb to my diggity” 

The boys overhear him say that to you and are like bro PLEASE never say that again

Z = Zebra: if they wanted a pet, what pet would they get?

We know his family already has three dogs so I’m sure he’d get another dog! Especially to keep you company when he’s away on tour or doing band stuff!! Bonus scene: I can so see him coming home randomly like “…I got us another dog” and you’re like 

“JOEL WE TALKED ABOUT THIS” 

“ok listen but I went to go get more dog food and he just looked SO SAD”

i hope you guys like it!! its longer than most of my headcannosn and is a different style but i had so much fun writing this and its dear to my heart so show her some love <3

[peachblossomsofair]

When JM is away, and JK comes to play...

So... we all know what happened. (If you don’t, then simply check my other posts from today.)

My inbox was oddly quiet for almost an hour after it happened. Hence I asked what my readers thought and felt 💙💛. Below are what I have received:

Those that speak the plain truth:

Anonymous said: Your inbox is quiet prob cus JK just mass killed all KM, JM & Jk stans.

Anonymous said: Oh, and all haters also found dead in a ditch somewhere I guess.

Anonymous said: My first comment after jungkook's spam: I ask jikook to breath, not to TAKE MY BREATH AWAY

Those who are very calm:

Anonymous said: I don't know why everyone was shocked like this all looks jungkook to me :D

Anonymous said: Was it just me who knew? As soon as I saw the first set of pics jk posted I knew there would be a video of jimin he would post next. There is no way he can resist showing his bias and has to go one extra step to prove that.

Anonymous said: Jk in a subtle way showed that they are together 24/7. I won't complain tho ✊

Those who don’t know what hit us:

Anonymous said:Jungkook. Cat. Sun. Moon. I’m being delulu, right?

Anonymous said: I only know that jk came like an earthquake today. It was unpredictable, fast and strong. KM left me speechless, shook and the whole time twitter was sending notifications and people were tweeting about this phenomenon deep inside me a voice was talking to me "let's get it". It was jungkook. In that precise moment i knew. They're coming for our assess and I'm thrilled.

Anonymous said: IM STILL SCREAMING!!! WHEN I GOT THE NOTIF FOR THE FIRST TWEET I WAS LIKE SKAKSJSJ HE BREATHES!! THEN I PRAISED HIM AND THEN THE TWEETS KEPT COMING & MY BRAIN SHUT OFF COMPLETELY I WAS KEYBOARD SMASHING LEFT & RIGHT & THE HE STOPPED FOR A COUPLE OF MINUTES & TWEETED 3 VIDEOS, NOT JUST ANY VIDEOS BUT JIMIN VIDEOS AND I LOST IT THE TABLES REALLY DID TURN

Those who felt it’d happen, before it happened:

honeybyeol said:This is kind of funny. Last night I dreamt that Jungkook did a vlive on his own. Everybody was freaking out that he finally came on to social media. Then when I woke up my Twitter notifications were going off and it was Jungkook was spamming Twitter with Jimin. Pretty neat haha

Those who know what to expect after:

Anonymous said: What. Is. Happening. Why are we getting spammed by JK. Waiting for the hets to explain this away with IU.

[and anon is correct. I got flooded by theories concerning IU]

Those who complain about being full (but still don’t mind being fed more):

Anonymous said: HOW ARE THEY NOT TIRED OF STICKING TO EACH OTHER? This is a question I will never stop asking. They don't even take small breaks like while walking at the airport or in the plane? The best representation of this was when they were checking in yesterday in Malta and the entire group was doing something while km were a bit far away playing together, in their own world. I would go mad no matter how much I love my bf.

Those who went through a journey:

Anonymous said: Okay so let me start with... AHDNDIXNSJEOLXHSIENCHSMBXUDNSJ. Okay now that I got that out of my system. Idk what this feeling is but a lot of TKers went to my account on both twt and tumblr to talk about how hey were winning when t/k posted selcas about being in the same room (hunting that they shared a room) then the videos came back and my inbox was suddenly so silent. It kinda feels like karma bit back? I was laughing so much but yeah XD

Those who are just plain happy:

Anonymous said: hi🍑🌸😊I was out of the house for 1.5 hour helping my grandma and when I was back home and checked twitter out I was like: "who t h are you and what did you do to our Kookie?!" JK got really wild with spamming us. Now I think that Kookie is precious cute bunny, incredibly talented and caring. We all know Jimin is not with a very good terms with Twitter rn yet we have JK to deliver these gems. I have no dubts he posted it not for us only, but for JM to make him smile and laugh in first place🙂

i-am-jikook-trash said: I think I just saw heaven honestly, JK (who bare posts on Twitter mind you) suddenly posting 3 videos (all about JM) and GCP (which is beautiful btw) left me in a very shock state. I don't think I've even recovered yet

Anonymous said: Since kookie is my bias, I was freaking out when I saw everything he posted. The selcas made me swoon, but the videos are what really got me. It's so nice to see jimin and kookie spending so much time together, and in good spirits when in each other's company. They really are attached at the hip and despite what anyone says, jimin is kookie's muse.

Anonymous said:Jungkook is that type of bf who loves recording and making fun of his partner (in a cute, good way). I loved the videos, I couldn't stop smiling

Anonymous said:JK would do anything to make JM laugh and adores dorky JM so much. And I adore seeing this JM through his lense! Three times!!! The last cryptic tweet was just the cherry on top. What has he been up to today?

And me 🍑🌸? It was: “wow, such beautiful views” to “WOW, HOBI!!!!” to “hmm, that hair colour looks nice on JK” to “JIMINIE CUTE” to “is JK drunk?” to “...” to “!!!” to “LOLOLOLOLOLOL” to:

#what has he been eating in Malta?

#can we feed Bunny that from now on?

[hyunjizns]

dating jungwoo

⤷ idk why but jungwoo always gives me the softest, innocent vibe and that’s why he’ll forever be my bb

how you started dating

so i wasn’t sure if to make this an idol au or not but i finally settled for idol because i’m going for that “realistic” feel, lol

how you two met? well it was actually predebut when jungwoo used to work at a café 

you know, to get that extra cash because being a trainee isn’t the eaiest thing

and you frequented that café since it was pretty near to where you lived

you often saw jungwoo because you’d come during his shift and he’d always give you a warm smile 

you couldn’t explain but he was just so welcoming and warm-hearted unlike the other other employees so that was definitely fresh

before you learnt his name you had deemed him “the cute worker with the pretty smile”

seriously, every time he handed you your drink, his cute little smile would appear and your heart basically melted everytime

but tbh, anyone would melt at his smile, it’s precious, okay?

and after handing you your drink, he’d never fail to wish you a good day and ahh !!!

anyway, this continued on for a while until you didn’t even have to tell him your order anymore and he’d just have your drink and name there whoosh

he just knew that well

so you were kinda getting tired of this back and forth and wanted to get to know him better

you did the obvious bc you’re a smart person and slipped him your number when you were giving him a tip and walked away smugly

the look on his face was priceless

yes, we’d have a sh00k jungwoo because, wow, you gave him your number ??

now, now jungwoo is a bit shy so it’d take him a bit to actually text you but when he does you’re basically a candy who just got candy

but look, this boy contemplated what he was gonna say for way too long and spent majority of the time fiddling with his phone

you would never have seen someone type and erase as much as he would’ve then

“y/n, right? wanna meet up soon? this is jungwoo btw”

“sure,, any specific time? i’m free this week”

sure you may have sounded cool in your reply but your were actually just dead inside bc jungwoo !! texted !! you !!

when he sees your reply though, he would be relieved and text you the details

the two of you would kinda just drift into texting cute, soft emojis for the rest of the day

jungwoo is a bit.. clueless.. so it probably wouldn’t seem like a big deal to him unlike you who was practically combusting

p.s: it seems you’ve developed a crush on him,, but to be fair who wouldn’t?

anyway, we can fast forward to when you two actually do meet up, it’s a small bistro and everything is pretty casual 

jungwoo is a bit nervous but so are you so that leads to nervous giggles every second but you two manage through

it was a pretty, nice and calming “date” tbh and you guys started to do it more often

um yeah, that basically meant that your crush on jungwoo was getting bigger

i mean, the boy told you so much about himself already and same for you, you learnt he was a trainee, etc, etc and it just felt you got really close to him

but you weren’t sure if he liked you too since he was a bit odd with his actions

tbh i don’t think he was even planning to tell you because he was sure that it was you who didn’t like him

let’s all give a huge round of applause to his boss lol get it boss? no? okay bye sorry who told you that he knew jungwoo definitely liked you too

sorry, but basically everyone in the cafe knew about you two

and with a little courage from your friends, you found it in yourself to confess

better take no for an answer than never know, right?

so one day you called jungwoo outside and told him that you needed to talk to him and yes that kid was nervous

“I.. I kind of really like you.”

He’d be so shocked that he wouldn’t reply which would make you s c a r e d but then he gets all excited and relieved

“I kind of really like you too!” he was a bit too enthusiastic

and the rest is history 

i made this too long, oops

jungwoo as a boyfriend

we all know that jungwoo is some kind of precious human being that needs to be protected at all costs

yes

well, you’re that human being to him now

idk but we all know how he’s always smiling, well people would be starting to wonder how his cheeks aren’t hurting at how much he smiles when he’s around you

he always looks at you with so much affection in his eyes, it’s unreal

it’s that “ get you a man who looks at you the way *insert* looks at *insert*” meme

so your relationship is basically two angels protecting each other

talking about soft, idk man but this would be one of the purest, softest things for anyone to watch, your interactions would be down right precious

oh gosh, i’m already squealing, jungwoo, i see him legit defining boyfriend goals

like he would spoil the shit out of you and give you whatever you wanted, even if you didn’t ask for it

you’d be telling him it wasn’t necessary but he wouldn’t listen to you

i feel like he’d use that as a way to express himself since physical expression wouldn’t be something that he’s best at

oh yes and taking it slow and making sure you’re comfortable is one of his biggest concerns too

he absolutely doesn’t wanna rush you to do anything that you don’t wanna

as for pda, i don’t think jungwoo would go too far

he seems like the kind of person, no matter how long you’ve been together, to just enjoy soft hand-holding

yeah, your fingers are always intertwined, it’s basically the signature thing in your relationship now

even when you two are alone,he still isn’t the b i g g e s t displayer of affection

you can expect a shit ton of hugs from this one too, and no, i don’t mean those short, seemingly meaningless ones

i’m talking jungwoo style kms with full on embracing, neck snuggling and even some butterfly neck/face kisses on the occasion

his arms would be so tight yet gentle around you

i’m telling you !! this boy treats you as if you were made of legitimate porcelain

as for kisses, i feel like he’s too shy to out right kiss you, especially at the beginning of the relationship so your gonna have to ask or initiate

after he’s more comfortable though, kisses may still be shy but he isn’t afraid to do it himself

his displays of affection are actually the sweetest, like he has the gentlest hands, and does the cutest things, you’d swear he just stepped out of a romance novel

he has actually made a scrap book with all of your couple pics for you

i’m wrecking my bias list help

he’s a cuddler 100% so you can expect a lot of that from him

especially due to the fact that he’d prefer simple dates or those ones where you can just stay at home

you can seriously expect to lie in bed and just be happy with the other’s presence.

but it’s not like that everyday kind of cuddling, he’d prefer that once in a while, significant cuddle session

plus i can see him being really talkative, i don’t think he’d wanna cuddle in silence and most conversation topics would be pretty deep

maybe about your guys’ future since he doesn’t plan to break up soon or ever at that

his favourite position is you beside him with his arm around you so that he could look at your face and every little detail on it

don’t be surprised if you suddenly feel his hand under your shirt !! he just does that innocently 

he’s the boy that’d space out while looking at you because he actually can’t get over your beauty

“ how did i get so lucky ? “

he’d think that all the time

sometimes his hand is already going to brush a strand of your hair from your face before he even notices what he’s doing

yeah, it’s something that he does pretty often too

jungwoo also really cares about the little things, just enjoying small talk

like everyday you can expect him to ask how your day was and if you were okay

on that occasion that you were pissed, he’d freak because he wouldn’t be sure what to do but jungwoo being the good listener that he is, i feel like he’d just let you vent

he’d let you vent all you want while rubbing your back, not saying anything

after, he’d probably offer to make your favourite food/drink or suggest you two do something that he knew you’d enjoy

or maybe sing you one of your favourite songs since he knows that you love his voice ahh

also

okay so y’all remember that iconic vlive when doyoung was asking jungwoo what he wanted for his birthday and yea h sbksks

jungwoo would be cheeky like that pretty often when he wants something

he’s like a puppy that really just needs your love sometimes so 

this boy isn’t showing the signs correctly and you’re like “what do you want babe?”

“i um..” cue stuttering and cute giggles !!

rip you bc you just look at him like ???

“i want your love” he’d smile and tap his cheek

and you’re just like ofc you do and kiss his cheek and that’d make him 12x more giddy oho

jungwoo adores you i swear. every wallpaper on his phone is a photo of both of you

omg my heart is bursting with love for this boy

and like there was that one day when nosy yukhei took up jungwoo’s phone and was sh00k at the number of couple photos, oh dear

that would be teasing material for the other boys to use against him but y’know, jungwoo doesn’t really mind

he wouldn’t be fazed, he’just give them one of those smiles because he’s actually hella proud of those pics

but don’t ask him how things are going because he can’t really reply, he’ll kinda just scratch the back of his neck and again, s m i l e

because he wouldn’t be sure how to explain one of the best things in his life

he isn’t a master of words, y’know!

that’s why short and sweet gestures + compliments are his thing

this was also lowkey a secret relationship and you would always remember the look in his eyes after his first debut stage

you honestly felt so happy for him because you knew he deserved it 

he cried that night and it was just one of the softest things you had ever experienced, like you could tell he didn’t wanna cry but the tears still came

you patted his head as he cried into your shoulder tears of complete happiness

and when you whispered how proud you were of him, that set off more waterworks 

that just proved to you that he isn’t afraid to show his emotion when he’s around you

BuT when it came to super important things like the first “i love you” he was a nervous wreck because he wasn’t sure how you’d respond

but then he’d realise you love him just as much as he loved you so he had nothing to worry about

all in all, you guys would live that innocent relationship and every moment you spent with jungwoo would be deeply cherished

[geckcellent]

tagged by @habenaria-radiata an i’ve been sleeping on this for like 2 days bc iT LOOKS SO FUN 8′| but haven’t been on pc til now. ty 4 tag !! answers are below the cut.

1. rean/jusis (sen no kiseki) 2. inaho/slaine (aldnoah zero) 3. naoya/abel (desu1) 4. hibiki/yamato (desu2) 5. johan/judai (ygo gx) 6. nanashi/hallelujah (smt iv:a) 7. jomy/blue (terra e) 8. protag/arata (digimon cyber sleuth) 9. abel/atsuro (desu1) 10. karma/nagisa (assclass)

All questions for copy+paste:

1. Do you remember the episode/scene/chapter that you first started shipping 6?

2. Have you ever read a fanfic about 2?

3. Has a picture of 4 ever been your screensaver/profile picture/tumblr screensaver?

4. If 7 were to suddenly break up today, what would your reaction be?

5. Why is 1 so important?

6. Is 9 a funny ship or a serious ship?

7. Out of all the ships listed, which ship has the most chemistry?

8. Out of all your ships listed, which ship has the strongest bond?

9. How many times have your read/played/watched 10’s fandom?

10. Which ship has lasted the longest?

11. How many times, if ever, has 6 broken up?

12. If the world was suddenly thrust into a zombie apocalypse, which ship would make it out alive, 2 or 8?

13. Did 7 ever have to hide their relationship for any reason?

14. Is 4 still together?

15. Is 10 canon?

16. If all 10 ships were put into a couple’s Hunger Games, which couple would win?

17. Has anybody ever tried to sabotage 5’s ship?

18. Which ship would you defend to the death and beyond?

19. Do you spend hours a day going through 3’s tumblr page?

20. If an evil witch descended from the sky and told you that you had to pick one of the ten ships to break up forever or else she’d break them all forever, which ship would you sink?

no obligation ofc but! tagging @neutralend, @jusis-albarea, @moments-minutes-more + cien/king/azu/lightful whose urls i fORGET BC I’D FORGET MY HEAD SOMEWHERE IF IT WAS PHYSICALLY POSSIBLE TO PUT IT DOWN 

1. Do you remember the episode/scene/chapter that you first started shipping 6? LITERALLY LIKE THE SECOND JUSIS WALKED ON SCREEN 2 SECONDS INTO SEN 1 AND CALLED THEM ALL DUMB HOES 😂😂

2. Have you ever read a fanfic about 2? bitch i'm like pretty sure i've read the entire ao3 tag. not that that takes long tho //rarefandom blues

3. Has a picture of 4 ever been your screensaver/profile picture/tumblr screensaver? UHH. on my psp like years ago, when i was a baby geck i stored all my ~pg-13~ pics on my psp bc my dad was always remote monitoring stuff on my desktop acct sO YEAH i had a rotating background pic of various low res kazunao on cycle

4. If 7 were to suddenly break up today, what would your reaction be? HEY OP, THAT SURE IS IRONIC, FUCK YOU

5. Why is 1 so important? LISTEN WITHOUT THEIR VERY GAY ~BOND~ JUSIS WOULDA STILL BEEn an asshole tryhard """perfect noble""" and rean woulda been 4eva alone bc honestly..,,, ... .. ,,, , if they hadn't had a superstrong bond then the plot would've crashed and burned like midway through sen 2 as well tbh

6. Is 9 a funny ship or a serious ship? why are you calling me out like this?????? >:T is a serious ship but they're pretty funny funky compared to kazunao (thinking emoji)

7. Out of all the ships listed, which ship has the most chemistry? THAT'S TOUGH BC LIKE I FIRMLY BELIEVE ALL THESE SHIPS WOULD DIE/WALK THROUGH FIRE/EAT A LIVE BULLET ANT FOR THEIR PARTNER but uhh if i had to pick i'd say karma/nagisa just bc of how amazing of a team they are in canon. least chemistry though?? DEFINITELY inaho/slaine, they make it work with a lotta dedication and grease and also by being more stubborn than god tbh

8. Out of all your ships listed, which ship has the strongest bond? honestly op this is like breaking into my house and taking my dog and cat hostage and saying only one of them can survive wtf !! iii think strongest bond is either inasure once all issues have been started working through, or hibiyama at basically any point post-sept route though.

9. How many times have you read/played/watched 10's fandom? all the way through?? like 3 times, once the anime and twice the manga aaand then i read bits of the manga piecemeal from time to time.

10. Which ship has lasted the longest? WELL LET'S SEE UHH my immediate urge was to say hibiyama for having 2 whole lives together (+1 4eva alone pining cycle for yamato) but honestly 2 ain't got nothin on kazunao for lifetimes spent statistically LMAOOOO. but also like rean/jusis is going strong 4 games now and H O NEST they only get gayer every game !! err if this meant ship longevity relevant to shipper then johan/judai is the 1st ship i fought my homophobic parents over as a baby geck and honestly there was no turning back,

11. How many times, if ever, has 6 broken up? I'M GOING TO SCREAM I THINK BECAUSE THEY DID ONCE. IN CANON. IT WAS VERY MESSY THERE WAS A LOT OF DEATH INVOLVED AND HONESTLY I LOVE IV:A BUT HOLY FUCK

12. If the world was was suddenly thrust into a zombie apocalypse, which ship would make it out alive, 2 or 8? Huh that's tough actually. abel is basically god and atsuro's a smart techie so they're a superpower team, but canon already ran inasure within like a millimeter of their lives and both of them are extremely competent AND dogged af so?? i think they both would. but also like any survival/gauntlet-type question is immediately biased towards abel so i rule he should be disqualified tbh

13. Did 7 ever have to hide their relationship for any reason? first of all there are no secrets on a ship full of closely bonded telepaths and second of all no. no. no. blue is the GAYEST fucko i have literally ever seen grace the screen. bitch's hobby is gazing intently into jomy's eyes and flying around with him while one or both are naked. LISTEN,

14. Is 4 still together? yeah and they will be til death do they part

15. Is 10 canon? honestly???? no relationships are ever confirmed except the teacher related ones but if you have eyes and a brain even if it's vestigal then yeah, canon.

16. If all 10 ships were put into a couple’s Hunger Games, which couple would win? going with my earlier ruling to DQ abel "god is my bitch" minegishi related ships, it'd either be inasure or karma/nagisa, the former being extremely adaptable tactically and the latter being literally unmatched in the kind of situation hunger games death gauntlets take place in. counting abel in though, everyone rallies together probably behind johan/judai who have this naruto-like infectiously enthusiastic leadership, bust outta the game and beat up the sponsors.

17. Has anybody ever tried to sabotage 5's ship? OH GOD AND HOW LMFAO, lookin at you yubel. but uhh we got some very gay scenes outta it and also hot bondage not-johan and it resolved nicely so we good o/

18. Which ship would you defend to the death and beyond? listen op i'm looking you directly beady eyes to beady eyes and telling you to put my cat and dog down and back away slowly hhh. all of them. all. of them

19. Do you spend hours a day going through 3's tumblr page? not anymore, there's just not much new content production for them

20. If an evil witch descended from the sky and told you that you had to pick one of the ten ships to break up forever or else she’d break them all forever, which ship would you sink? OP TURN ON YOUR LOCATION I JUST WANNA TALK ! !! ..jokes aside if i HAD to break one of them it would be jomy/blue bc honestly an amicable breakup for them would still be miles kinder than canon (PENSIVE x99)

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Something Wicked: Moonlight (Part II)

Art by @flowersonpaper

Fandom: Life is Strange

Pairings: Christward, Amberchrist, Victaylor

Major Tags: Fluff, magical girl, witch, magic, polyamory

Words: ~ 10,000 (oops)

Summary: Taylor pulls off a heist in Nathan's room. While she's busy uncovering the secrets of his phone, a monster follows her to the outskirts of the town. Taylor has her second showdown with a shade. A new witch reveals themself.

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Rachel and Taylor were severely tardy and giggly by the time they entered the gym. Luckily, that meant that they'd missed stretches, and people had already arranged themselves around the small badminton nets from last week. This time though, people were paired up to hit volley balls back and forth. There was one empty mini-court, though, and Dana and Juliet were standing against the wall next to it, Dana with a volley ball tucked under her arm.

Taylor unlinked her fingers from Rachel's, nodding her head over to Dana and Juliet. As they approached, Juliet took notice, smiling and waving. Which was . . . unusual.

"Sup?" Rachel asked once they made it over.

Dana shrugged. "I guess we're all tardy, but whatever. You're lucky we managed to talk you down from a truant, though."

Taylor smiled, clasping her hands in fake prayer. "Thank you, almighty Dana."

Dana looked the both up them up and down quickly, smirking. "Well, you two look happy."

Juliet butted in suddenly to ask, "So are you guys dating?" She stood up from against the wall, swishing a little. Taylor wasn't sure she had ever seen her so animated.

Rachel smiled nervously, and she and Taylor both made the nervous tic to fix their hair. "We're . . ." Rachel started, then immediately faltered. She raised her hand up towards Taylor, adding an, "Um . . ." but that just faltered as well.

"Are we dating? We never talked about it."

Taylor wasn't exactly sure whether or not kissing meant they were dating, but rule of thumb said no. But they had gone on a date? "We're just . . ." but she quickly gave up trying to finish that sentence either.

Dana looked back and forth between the two of them as awkwardness beset all of them. Then she said, "Welllll, we'll come back to that one. Why don't we just-"

WHAM!

A volleyball slammed into the wall over their heads, rebounding just behind Juliet, who screamed for a second before realizing what happened. When they checked who it had come from, though, Zach waved from the other side of an adjacent court. Quickly approaching their little group, though, was Logan. Taylor immediately took a step back, and she wasn't the only one - only Dana didn't seem to flinch, instead taking a few steps over to pick up the ball.

He raised a hand now, greeting her with a, "Yo."

"Hey," Dana replied curtly, tossing the ball a little too high so Logan had to step back to catch it.

Once he'd caught it, he took another step towards the four of them, but Dana immediately pivoted towards Taylor. "Hey, so, want to play volleyball?"

"S-sure," she replied, taking a look over at Rachel before the two of them moved to the other side of the court.

Unfortunately, this brought their path a little too close to Logan, who muttered, "Bitch."

Rachel turned to glare, but Taylor couldn't even bring her eyes up. He was back in his court by the time they got set up, and Taylor had to look up.

On the other side of the court, Dana stood alone, Juliet sitting back against the wall, unable to play thanks to never changing. Dana lifted the ball to about stomach height, then looked over at Rachel and Taylor. "You ready?" she called.

"Literally never."

"Lay 'em on me, girl," Rachel called back, clasping her hands together.

Taylor snorted, knowing her wrists were probably going to be sore by the time class was over. Dana was a server for the girls' volleyball team. This was going to suck.

At least it was better than playing with those football assholes.

Taylor: hey vic.

Victoria: Hey T what's up?

Taylor: not much Taylor: just wondered if we could hit up nathan and smoke

Victoria: I've got my own if you just want to chill and do homework

Taylor: nah i kind of want to hang out with nathan. maybe we can do homework during lab tomorrow? i don't think it's gonna take us long to take a pic of the mountains

Victoria: Sure. Victoria: I'll hit up Nathan and we can hang out tonight

Taylor: cool

Taylor switched over to her new group text, Nancy Drew 1.2

Taylor: yo so i'm gonna try and get nathan's phone tonight.

Juliet: You sure? I mean, even if you get it, it's going to be locked you know. Juliet: He's not dumb.

Taylor: i think i've got that worked out, don't worry Taylor: or maybe do, who knows

Taylor's plan was, in fact, ludicrous. She was pretty sure she had mind controlled Logan somehow Thursday night when she got him to back off. At least, she had proven way more persuasive than she was before she had super powers, so that was close enough.

Dana: Good luck Dana: Text me if you need anything

Taylor: yeah Taylor: and thanks for helping me Taylor: i know i've been super shitty to both of you guys Taylor: but seriously thank you

Juliet: If you end up getting Nathan expelled for dealing roofies we can call it even?

Taylor: ha yeah Taylor: shit wow that's what might happen isn't it Taylor: that sucks

Juliet: It kind of already sucks, honestly.

Taylor: ha Taylor: well if i die or disappear you'll know exactly who did it Taylor: literally any member of the AB police department or Blackwell staff

Taylor's heart was already racing by the time she left her room that evening. The inevitability of her embarrassing failure when she tried to control Nathan only seemed clearer and clearer throughout the day until now she was actively blocking out her constant warnings to give up. Luckily, her body rarely seemed to communicate well with her head, and soon she found herself climbing the stairs up to the third floor of the dorms.

As she reached the first landing, the third-floor door opened and Samuel stepped through, dragging his cleaning supplies with him. The dormitories weren't very old but they were designed like shit, and accessibility changes had only started last week thanks to a local grant. As such, Samuel had to carry much of his supplies up and down the stairs every day. It was a damn uncomfortable thing to watch, as the cart was obviously not made to be carried, and yet he pulled it off several times a day, six days a week.

"Hey Samuel, do you need any help?"

As Taylor reached the top of the stairs, Samuel turned to look at her, the heavy steel door closing behind him with a loud ka-chung. "Why, I don't suppose so, Taylor, I'll manage. Do you need any help?"

See, now, this is why Taylor didn't usually talk to Samuel. She may not have the same visceral reaction as Victoria just because his voice made it sound like he was trying to tell a ghost story 24/7, but he rebounded everything you said in uncomfortable ways.

"Ah. Um, no, I don't think so. Just going to go hang out with some friends." She kept her arms close to her body, scratching to remind them to feel sensation.

Samuel nodded. "It's good to have friends," he replied. "They keep each other safe in dark times. At least tonight is bright."

"Uh . . . yeah." Taylor looked him in the eye, hoping she could get some peek into this guy's mind. Still, no voice appeared, so they just sat there in silence.

Without breaking eye contact at all, Samuel said, "I need to keep vacuuming now."

"Oh, yeah. Sorry." Taylor walked around the cart so he could access the stairs, still clutching her own body.

Samuel pushed his cart closer to the edge, then got on the stairs so he could lift it. But before he did, he paused and said, "It's a beautiful night tonight. It might be nice to take a walk.

"Yeah," she replied. Once he lifted the cart, though, she just pushed through the door and headed for Nathan's room.

Smoking in Nathan's room was always, inevitably, a little uncomfortable. The bondage art on the walls was one thing - Taylor had accepted long ago that what was creepy for her was 'artistic' to some people - but it was really the wall of foreign slasher films that Taylor didn't like. There's no way you watch that many people get murdered in French and walk away intact. Taylor barely managed to keep her mind intact when Victoria thought it was bourgeois to say random idioms in French. Still, there was one use to the room that never wore out: no matter how much it smelled like pot, you'd never get busted if you were in Nathan's room.

Taylor really would have liked to be high for this. But for some reason, no matter how much she was smoking, she wasn't really feeling it right now.

Victoria and Nathan were chatting about this football season, which Nathan was compelled to care about and Victoria somehow, genuinely cared about. Like most conversations when the three of them were together, Taylor sat out of it, played on her phone, or just sort of looked around the room and pet soft objects.

"Hey, that reminds me," Nathan said, (Taylor had no idea what preceded that) "how did you get chosen as the number two for that photo contest? I didn't think that was how that worked."

Victoria grimaced. She and Nathan sat next to each other on the couch under the projector, alternating between trying to relax and hunched over smoking from their pipes.

"Well, I'm not sure, but I was probably on the table to begin with, and when Max didn't show, Mark just made an executive decision. Especially if we were the last two in deliberations, I don't think anyone would question it."

Honestly, Taylor had been trying not to question that very thing. As much as she wanted to believe that Victoria was the obvious second, there was no way Evan and Rachel were far behind. Even taking family influence into account, the Chases didn't have much of a leg up on the Harris family in terms of artistic renown or the Ambers in community goodwill. The only thing that made Victoria seem like a sure second, only behind Max, was Jefferson's preference - he adored Max, and Victoria had been kissing his ass since day one. No one would want to say that out loud, and it certainly wouldn't be Taylor.

Victoria blew out a thin stream of smoke like a sigh. Then she said, "Guess I can't compete with a pet project, huh?"

Nathan side-eyed her. "Pet project? What makes you say that?" His hands twitched as he talked. Not that that was unusual for Nathan, but it still caught Taylor's attention.

Victoria returned the glance, then rolled her eyes. "Oh, just, when you're in class with him you can tell. Lets her off the hook, gives her lots of praise, tells her about photography opportunities after class, lectures as if it's just for her. Well, her and Rachel. The two of them together are the worst."

"Oh. Huh." Nathan looked at the floor. He didn't even reply with some witty, derogatory comment. Then he looked up at Taylor and asked, "You went to the party Thursday with Rachel, right T? Like, she asked you out."

Taylor shrugged. Then, she realized that was a question with clear answers. "Oh, yeah, I guess. She asked me, but then she couldn't make it."

Nathan raised his eyebrows. "Yeah," he said, "that sounds like Rachel all right."

I need to put out a notice that no one is allowed to be mean to Rachel while we're dating or else I'll mind control them into the swimming pool.

Taylor drummed her fingers on her jeans, criss-crossed on the bed. "I mean, we still went out Sunday. She didn't just flake."

"Oh, okay," Nathan said, suddenly grinning. "And just why'd she bail on the party, then?"

Taylor gripped her jeans as well as she could as she became flustered. "She - she had to do a thing with her mom."

Nathan chuckled. "Oh, okay, sure."

Victoria swatted his shoulder and shot him a look somewhere between an eye-roll and a glare. "Just stop it, Nate."

He held his hands up in surrender. "Sure, sure. Look, I'm's glad Taylor's getting some ass as we all are." His eyes rolled up as if he were picturing something. "Kind of a lot of ass, actually."

Victoria flushed, but that was far enough that Taylor stopped feeling so flustered. "Shut. Up. Nathan," she growled. "I don't want to hear what you have to say about Rachel's ass. Or Rachel at all, actually."

"Fine, fine." He leaned back on the sofa, but he wouldn't get rid of his pleased smirk, and that was what was pissing Taylor off the most, honestly.

A few more minutes passed by while Victoria and Nathan talked and Taylor sulked, wondering if she was going to have to defend Rachel against all of her friends, sooner or later. The only people who were being happy for her were Dana and Juliet, unlike everyone else who basically just agreed to back off. She wondered if Rachel was having to do this same thing on her end, hound Chloe and Max about being mean for . . . well, Taylor had no idea what they'd choose to be mean behind her back for, but she knew she wouldn't want it said about her. Why wouldn't people just get that all of this bullshit high school drama was going to disappear the second they graduated, but Taylor's chances for love and companionship and all that stupid Disney bullshit were never going to stop being limited? What was the point in treating a nice girl badly?

Thoughts of Dana and Juliet began to pool in Taylor's mind, and she wanted to think about anything else.

Victoria spoke up. "I'll, uh, be right back," she said as she got up.

Taylor latched onto the distraction. "Where're you going?"

"Uhh, bathroom. You need to go?"

This is perfect. Although Taylor did kind of have to go.

Taylor shook her head, "Nah, I'm good."

"Okay."

Once Victoria was out of the room and definitely out of earshot, Taylor turned her attention to Nathan.

"Hey, Nate," she said, scooting forward on the bed, "I need a favor."

Nathan immediately looked irritated, but he held it back enough to ask, "Like what?"

Taylor took a quick breath to prepare herself for the practiced lie, what she had been banking every possibility of not outright trying to steal his phone on. "I want to buy something you don't normally sell. But I know Frank used to have it."

Nathan just quirked his eyebrows, waiting for her to finish the request.

"Oxycodone. I know Drew used to run it, and I need some."

Now he looked concerned. "Is this . . . about your mom?" he asked.

Taylor looked down, rubbing her arms like she did when she was anxious. And she was anxious, just not for the reasons that she wanted to look anxious. "I don't want to talk about it," she said. "I just need it quickly. Can you get it for me?"

He exhaled slowly as he thought about it, hesitating. Or maybe he just really was concerned about her mom, it wasn't that easy to tell. Taylor wasn't picking up anything from his mind, after all.

"Yeah, yeah, totally. How much do you need?"

Taylor licked her lips, working out the smoothest option for her plan. "Not a lot right now, but I'll probably need more."

He nodded. "Gotcha. I gotta tell you though, T, this stuff's not cheap."

"I know. But I'll pay."

He shrugged. "Alright, then. I'll set something up."

"Thank you."

She waited for a few seconds while they sat in awkward silence. When it became clear he wasn't going to get something set up right now, though, Taylor said, "Could you do it as soon as you can? I don't want to be pushy, I'd just prefer Victoria didn't know about this."

"Totally," he replied, waving his hand to dismiss the possibility. "I'll get it going tonight, you'll have your oxy in a few days. I won't be able to take a tab for something like this, though."

Taylor nodded . . . but that still wasn't enough. "Could you do it right now? I'm just really worried, is all."

Finally, Nathan seemed to catch on, and his eyes narrowed in suspicion. "I . . . could. But I think I'll just do it after you two leave."

Taylor was frightened that she was going to fail. Luckily, it was easy enough to channel that into frustration. "Nathan - I know you deal, and I know you're buying from Frank. You don't have anything to hide from me - would you just do it? Please?"

They entered into a staring match, while Nathan's mouth hung slightly open in irritated disbelief. Still, Taylor was small and harmless and, hypothetically, a friend to Nathan, so she kept up the stare as long as she could.

And Nathan was the one who finally caved. He sighed and rolled his eyes. "Fine, whatever. Just don't fucking talk to anyone about how I do business, okay?"

Nathan grabbed the bottom of his couch and scooted forward, dragging the whole thing with him an inch. Then he turned around and reached over it, pulling something from the backside. When he turned back around, Taylor could not believe her luck - it was a cell phone, but not his regular one. She hadn't even thought about that. He opened it up and, with another discontent sigh, started typing a message.

God, I hope this works.

"Nathan, I need you to give me the phone."

His eyes flicked up to her. "What the fuck?" He didn't seem to be sure exactly what tone to use, so it came out as muddy confusion.

Taylor took an unsteady breath. She gripped her knees and tried to remember the feeling she'd had when she stood up to Logan.

"Nathan . . ." she lifted her right hand, slipping it into her pocket. She dragged a finger over the surface of the cold stone. "Give me that phone."

She almost yelled when she saw his pupils dilate suddenly - it looked even freakier in bright light than it had in the red of the End of the World party. He looked down at his phone, then up at Taylor.

He shrugged. "Yeah, whatever, take it." He held out his phone, but otherwise sat still.

Taylor scurried on all fours to the edge of the bed, then reached out and snatched his phone. He was mid-message to an unknown number. She hit up a few times to feel secure that the phone wouldn't go to sleep mode, then stood up.

"Yeah, thanks Nate. And when Victoria gets back from the bathroom, just tell her I went to bed."

"Roger."

Taylor began to walk as fast as she could as soon as she was outside of the room, making her way into the stairwell. Then she pulled the phone to her face again, trying to figure it out as quickly as she could. She hit End until she got to the home screen, then found the Settings. Settings to Personal Information? No, that was a profile. Back, down to Security. Yes, perfect - Password settings. Change Password. Input current password to change password.

Fuck! I should have thought of that first.

She didn't want to try and go back to the room. First, she had no idea if she could pull the Jedi mind tricks on Nathan a second time, and secondly, getting caught by Victoria sounded like one of the most uncomfortable, nevermind unexplainable, situations Taylor could imagine. No, she would just have to get all the information she could without letting the phone die or fall asleep. If Nathan wasn't the dealer . . . she was going to be in for some total shit.

Taylor thought about actually going to her room to figure this out, but there were two issues: one, she needed to make a call (and Victoria might check on her sooner or later), and two, she had no idea when Nathan would be capable of realizing what he'd done and come to get his phone.

You're going to be okay. Just get somewhere you won't be found.

It looked like it was time to take a walk.

Dana: "Wait, holy shit, you got the phone?"

Taylor: "Ha, yeah! But I can't change the password so I'm just kind of tapping buttons every few seconds to keep the screen lit. I don't know how much longer I'll have it, so, I need you and Juliet to take notes or something. Is she nearby?

Dana: "Yeah, we're just hanging out in her room. Can I put you on speaker?"

Taylor: "Please don't. Do you have headphones?"

Dana: "Yeah, sure. Who do you want to talk to?"

Taylor: "I, um. Not sure."

Dana: "Juliet says she'll do it - she's a better note-taker than I am. Give us a sec."

Taylor: "Mmhm."

Ever since she'd left school property, Taylor had gotten the feeling that she was being followed. Still, Blackwell was not that far from downtown and it wasn't late enough for no one to be on the streets, so she couldn't tell if the feeling had any merit. She walked as quickly as she could without looking like a total freak, alternating between looking at the phone and up at her surroundings.

Juliet: "Hey, Taylor, I'm here and I've got my notepad. What do you want me to write?"

Taylor: "None of the contacts in the phone are labelled, so I just need you to separate them and we'll work it out, okay?"

Juliet: "Sure, sure. What's the first one say?"

Taylor: "Okay, so, the first one looks like Nathan setting up a deal to buy something called 'G.' He made deals on 9/10 and 9/25. The first time, he complains that he got sold water."

Juliet: "Water?"

Taylor: "Like a watered-down product, I think. I don't know what G is - maybe Dana can look it up? I'm going on to the second one."

Juliet: "Okay. I got the drug, dates, and the complaint down."

Taylor: "Cool. Second contact, all the messages are more recent. Nathan asks repeatedly if there's any parties going on. The other person tells him to go to one of the parties 'his daddy' pays for. He says that's not enough and he needs a rager. Other person tells him to get bent. That was . . . oh, last week. 10/9."

Juliet: "Okay, weird, but whatever. What's next?"

Taylor: "It's literally just Nathan buying weed every few days for like the entire summer. I think this is just Frank's regular phone he's texting or something."

Juliet: "Okay, sure. Anything else?"

Taylor: "Yeah. Okay, wow - fourth contact is a lot. It's three messages that Nathan sent. "Here's the first one: 'Hey whore. Keep your fucking mouth shut or else. I know where you sleep.'"

Juliet: "Jesus fuck, Nathan. But, yeah, okay, go on."

Taylor: "The first one was last month, 9/16. Second one: 'Next time it won't be pig's blood. Feminazis will be exterminated.'"

Juliet: "Nathan's such a fucking red-piller. I really hope it's him." Juliet: "Oh and real quick, Dana wants me to tell you that 'G' might mean 'GHB', which is a muscle relaxant. It's a party drug that - come again? - can induce comas or death when mixed with alcohol. So it's a depressant, that's all we've really got there."

Taylor: "All right. The third message reads, 'What the fuck are you?' That's it."

Juliet: "Hmm. When were those last two messages sent?"

Taylor: "The second one was on 10/8. The last one was on 10/10."

Juliet: "October 10 . . . that was Thursday, right? What time did he send that?"

Taylor: "Um, about 11:30pm."

Juliet: "Wow, okay, ominous. But I guess we know what he was doing instead of going to the Vortex Club party, sheesh. Uh, is there more?"

Taylor: "Unfortunately, yeah."

Taylor had gotten through most of the town and was starting to walk along the hybrid of low-income homes and dirt roads that made up the northeastern corner of Arcadia Bay. And now, when she checked over her shoulder, she knew she was being followed. Not just by a person, either. She could see the flicker behind her, but it was making no attempts to catch up with her. Sooner or later, she was going to get cornered by this thing, and she was going to have to fight her way out.

I can get to the park. Maybe I'll have enough time to call someone if I can't figure out how to get my staff back. God, I don't want to do this.

Taylor: "Um, so, fifth contact. Only one message, real recent - 10/12. It says verbatim, 'Nathan, I know this must be a confusing time for you, but you have to believe me that this is for your own good. I wanted to wait until you were ready to receive this gift, but circumstances demanded more of both of us. Don't fuck it up.'"

Juliet: "So like, quick question - what the fuck is Nathan's life? Who has messages like this in their phone?"

Taylor: "Ha! I super don't know but I'm freaking out, to be honest. And there's one more. This one's got a few messages."

Juliet: "Okay, just lay them on me. Try and stay calm, Taylor, we'll handle this."

Taylor glanced back. The thing was staying almost a full block behind at all times, but it was getting harder and harder to see anything but its flaming eyes and fear made it hard to breathe.

Taylor: "Yeah, yeah, I am, I'm good. Here we go. The first one is from Nathan, and it says, 'Everything went great. Meet me in 30.' But about an hour later there's a message from the unknown contact that says, 'I don't know how you managed to ruin this, but consider yourself on probation. I wish to share my wisdom with you, but as long as you continue to behave like a tweaked out teen instead of the man you tell me you are, it's wasted. This will not happen again.' Nathan's message is from a little after 11:00 on 10/3, the other message is just past midnight on 10/4."

Juliet: "Hm. Yeah, okay, Dana would like me to say, 'what the fuuuucckkk what the fuck what the fuck?'

Taylor: "Ha! Yeah, same. And, hey look, I think I have to go, could I say goodbye to Dana?"

Juliet: "Oh, um, sure. One sec."

Taylor was on the path up to the park, and she was really banking on having a dramatic flip-around-to-face-her-opponent moment. She felt like hanging up immediately before a fight would give them the upper hand and, well, she needed any sort of help that she could get.

Dana: "Taylor?"

Taylor: "Yeah, hey Dana. I just wanted to let you know that I have to go. I'm being followed and I'm, uh, I'm going to call the police now. But I wanted to say thank you for helping me! You and Juliet are so sweet."

Dana: "My god, Taylor, are you going to be okay? Where are you?"

Taylor: "I'm in the city park like a mile north of the school. But I'll be okay, don't worry! I can take care of myself."

Dana: "Okay, just call the police. Juliet and I can come get you and-"

It was time. Taylor couldn't put this off anymore.

Taylor: "Don't come. I've got to go now, love you! Bye."

Taylor hit 'end', and immediately winced. She did not mean to say that. But maybe now was not the time to be worried about embarrassing herself in front of Dana when she had a demon or whatever to embarrass herself in front of.

Taylor reached into her pocket, made sure the gem was right where she left it, and paused. "You haven't been very stealthy, you know!"

She pivoted, expecting to find the shade coming up the path and into the field where she stood.

But she didn't. It was Logan. He had his hands in his letterman's jacket pockets and didn't even seem to realize Taylor was there - it was like he was just out for a stroll in the park one night. It was late enough at night that, if he weren't such a recognizable giant and the moon weren't nearly full, Taylor would probably have no idea who she was looking at. She refused to believe it was a coincidence that the shade was gone and Logan was here.

After a few more seconds, Logan's eyes fell on Taylor, and he stopped walking.

They stood about thirty paces apart - far enough that Taylor felt uncomfortable about having a confrontation out loud, but she'd also much prefer to keep him at a distance for the feeling of security.

"Oh, is that Taylor?" he called. "Weird meeting you here, huh?!"

Oh god. She hadn't been prepared for the pre-fight banter.

"Ha, yeah, too weird." Fuck, no, say something witty. "Kind of like your relationship with Dana."

What!? No! That's just going to piss him off!

"Oof. Y'know, really, that hurts right here," he said, tapping his fingers over his heart. Then, he snapped his fingers and pointed at her, as if he'd just remembered something. "Funny you should mention that, though. I think I happen to remember you having something to do with that going sour." He took a step forward, put a hand up beside his face and stage-whispered (about as loud as you possibly could, honestly), "Speaking of which, how is her and Justin? I've never seen someone try so hard to get cucked before."

"What? What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" Taylor actually, literally didn't know what that meant, but she would have been equally confused if she did.

He just shook his head. "Taylor, Taylor, Taylor. When are you going to learn that you wouldn't have so many problems if you just shut up and stayed out of people's way? Maybe then you wouldn't come off as such a schizo bitch."

Taylor could feel something around her now. It was like a thin fog seeped from her person and slowly made everything hazier, the moonlight dimmer. The longer this conversation went on, the more sure she was that she could kill this thing.

"You know what, Logan? You were just fucking irritating when you were some football player. Even when you were hooking up with Dana you were never anything but some dumbfuck linebacker who had to beg his way into a relationship. You weren't even worth manipulating because you were too fucking stupid to take instructions."

She could feel the light of the moon fading away, and there was little she could see in the field except for Logan - the fog wasn't just a blur now, it drifted over the grass and blot out the stars like LA smog. She wasn't sure if she should be scared - but she wasn't. Not anymore.

She started to laugh. "But now? Now that you're some monster? I'm happy, Logan. It's finally worth it to hurt you. And I'm so, so glad that I can." She drew the red stone from her pocket and clasped it tightly in front of her heart. It didn't feel so cold anymore - she could feel some heat, some energy leaking out of her, comforting her.

Logan grinned, placing his hands on his hips. "Well, all right, you're real scary." He tapped on his chest with both hands. "Give it your best shot."

It was like a heart beat that started from her hand. The gem began to glow, and a ripple ran through the fog, pulling some of it in, towards her. It began to swirl around her body, much like she had seen happen to Warren, only she wasn't drowning in it. When the pulse came again, the fog lifted from her, and the clothes were back. The robe, the lace glove, the gaudy bangles that no one in their right mind would wear. And so was the staff.

"Cool," Logan called, deadpan.

How the fog would behave became apparent to her immediately, though not in any rational way. All she knew was it only took a small motion.

She gripped her staff with both hands and swiped it through the air. A wave formed in the fog, dense and utterly black. She knew it was dangerous, and for a second, when she saw only Logan in front of it, she wondered if this might kill him.

Just before the mass struck him, however, a gout of flame appeared in front of him, and the wave broke. When Taylor recovered from the flash of light, at first she thought that Logan had disappeared.

Instead, he was replaced. The shade that stood where he once stood wasn't like the first - it was so much larger, more than eight feet tall at least, and the fire wrapped around his strange arms as well. But the one thing that was the same, the same it had been every time, was that Cheshire smile like a window to Hell.

Well. Fuck.

"Well, I was just getting-"

The distorted, horrible voice came across the field as if distance couldn't weaken it at all: "Shut up now, Taylor."

The fire that snaked around the shade's arms began to shift and squirm, then drop from its body like weights. He caught the ends of them while the rest plunged into the earth.

"Well, okay."

She wasn't sure quite what to think about that until the ground in front of her blasted itself into the air, and chains of fire emerged and wrapped themselves around her legs. She managed one shocked look up at the shade's grin before she was pulled forward, landing on her back as she was dragged over the field. She hit her head but managed to keep a grip on the staff.

She could see the chains of fire all the way back over at Logan, coiling around his arms as it fed up from the ground, pulling taut. She used the few, painful seconds she had before she reached him to come up with a plan, the only plan she had: jab him with the staff. It had worked last time.

He was laughing when she finally reached him, the chains unraveling themselves from her body and back onto his. She jabbed the staff up at his chest hoping some magic would happen, but he just grabbed the head of the staff.

Fuck. Why did her magic have to require motion? That was so stupid and now she was going to die and-

"Hey, dickhead! Paws off my girlfriend!"

The shade froze, glancing over its shoulder at something Taylor couldn't see. When she tried to use the distraction to pull the staff free, he ripped it from her grasp and threw it away. She tried to scramble to her feet, but the fire just snaked its way off of his arm again and grabbed her ankle. She couldn't move, and she was only feet away from her staff.

Rachel stood at the end of the path to the park, wearing what was probably her only warm vest. Her hair was pulled up in a ponytail like it was time for gym, and she looked about as pissed as if it were gym with Logan, too.

The shade turned to face Rachel, the same smile never fading from its face. "Another one?" it asked.

"Yeah." Rachel reached into the vest's breast pocket, and drew out a huge, shining white gem. "Another witch."

In a flash of light, everything about Rachel changed. Light that looked silver and liquid wrapped around her body. The gem shined, and beams of light seemed to grow from it. The dark fog that covered the field split where she stood, basking her in the light of the moon even once the flash was over.

In the darkness, Rachel shined, and a bow carved from pale wood sat in her hand. Her clothes, too, had vanished, replaced by a gray dress (with buttons down the center for no clear reason, and a faux belt. It looked kind of ridiculous) and black boots.

Luckily, Taylor was the only one who was distracted by the clothes. Rachel turned and lifted the bow, raising her hand to the string. She actually looked like she knew what she was doing (which was a relief, because Taylor had been pretty convinced they were both about to die).

The shade raised one of its massive hands and beckoned Rachel with a hand. "Fine then. Bring it on."

Once Rachel's hand touched the string, a bolt of light coalesced, knocked on the string. As she drew it back, its light radiated further, brighter. Taylor could clearly see her take a deep breath.

At the last second, Rachel pivoted just a little, and loosed the bolt. Another burst of flame rose to protect the shade. But it came like a flash and rent the chain that held Taylor and the fog around her alike. Taylor stumbled forward to her staff, catching herself from topping over entirely.

By the time the shade realized what had happened, Taylor already had the staff in her hands again. It spun around to face the blade of darkness that formed this time, Taylor charging at the giant, hoping to catch it by surprise.

The flame rose again, and Taylor's attack was dispelled into nothingness.

"Fancy trick, but-"

There was another flash, and then a shining arrow pierced through the shade's body.

Its hands fumbled along its body, wrapping around the arrow where the fire inside only seemed to glow brighter. "No," it said, little more than a whisper.

Rachel didn't seem interested in moderation. When the second arrow emerged from the shade's torso, it began to scream in that horrible, horrible voice. The fire inside its body grew and grew as the darkness burned away, and soon all there was was a tower of flame. Taylor fell back in awe and fear.

And then, the fire extinguished, and Logan fell to the ground. Taylor placed her staff against the ground and pulled herself up from the ground, no longer afraid as Logan gasped, the darkness pouring out of his mouth and forming a mist around his body. Taylor just held her staff aloft, and let the darkness spill out, drawing itself into the gem atop her staff.

And then it was over.

"Taylor, you were amazing!"

Taylor hadn't even heard Rachel approaching, but suddenly Rachel had flung her whole body onto Taylor, and only by sheer luck and Rachel's cooperation did she keep them both from plummeting to the ground.

Rachel started to plant kiss after kiss on Taylor everywhere she could reach - her neck and her jaw and her cheek - and she held on so tightly that Taylor couldn't even turn to hug her back. "Are - you - okay? Did he hurt you?"

Taylor just opted to drop the staff, grab Rachel's hand, and pry it off her. That way, she was able to pivot and pull Rachel into the tightest hug of her life. "No, no, no, I'm all right. What are you doing here?"

Rachel didn't reply until their hug broke, and she started to stab pokes into Taylor's chest. "I was saving your ass, genius! And I was damn good at it, too!"

Taylor grinned, and pulled her into another hug. "You're a witch!" she exclaimed.

"I'm a witch!"

And for once, things were so weird that they both got to laugh about it.

When the hug ended, Taylor still left her hands on Rachel's shoulders. "And you called me your girlfriend!"

Rachel's eyes went wide. "Aaahh, I did! I'm sorry, I got really caught up in the rescue and-"

"No, no, no-" Taylor wrapped her hands around the back of Rachel's neck and pulled her into a kiss. She had absolutely never had a high like this moment, and every single touch felt weightless, easy, and electric. When their kiss broke, Taylor finished, "Please let me be your girlfriend."

Rachel's face was bright, shining like the light she conjured. Her eyes were wide and filled with the same wonder that suffused Taylor's whole body.

Rachel nodded, and didn't stop nodding. "Okay, yeah." More nodding. "I wanna date you."

"Same."

Another kiss - this one interrupted by a squeal that gradually grew in Rachel until she just had to let it out.

"I JUST FUCKIN' KILLED A DEMON, DID YOU SEE THAT!?"

They let each other go just long enough to lace their fingers together. Taylor let herself get just as loud. "I DID! YOU'RE A BADASS!"

"I'm so excited, oh my god. Just - just, make out with me. Holy shit everything is-"

They kissed until their witch costumes faded away and they had real clothes again, and once their hearts had settled down a little.

Rachel asked, "So we just have to do that like, like a bunch more times?"

Taylor nodded, still refusing to let go of Rachel's hands (and Rachel didn't seem interested in letting her). "Yeah, basically. We're supposed to get one more person in the team, I think. The Raven said there were two others."

"Okay, okay - cool, cool cool cool." Rachel leaned down, slipping her arms around Taylor's waist and pulling herself against her chest. "Oh, god, that was scary. When I saw that he had you I-"

"You saved me. You're a rock star, seriously."

"God, I love you."

Taylor grinned. She was starting to be able to tell the difference between the sound of someone talking and them thinking.

"Hey," she said, "I love you too."

"You heard-?"

"Yeah. It's okay, it's okay. I'm happy. I get it."

"Okay."

They stood like that, holding each other, for quite some time. The conversation mostly died after the 'I love you', but it was okay - Taylor was so happy she was dizzy, and holding Rachel just drew out the best moment of her life.

But sooner or later, someone had to break it. And that someone was Rachel. "Is he . . . gonna be okay?"

"I . . . think so? Zach was fine."

"Maybe we should . . . get him somewhere safe?"

"How?"

Rachel shrugged, finally breaking the two of them apart. "I guess . . . I guess we'll need a ride." She blinked. "I'll give Chloe a call, and we'll get you home."

Taylor smiled. She wished the moment never had to end, but one fight didn't end everything. Or anything. It just kept them going.

"Okay."

Chloe hadn't brought up anything strange about the situation as they'd all worked together to load Logan into the bucket of bolts she called a pickup truck. In fact, she was pretty short on conversation until they were scrunched up in the cab, Rachel without a seatbelt as she wedged between Taylor and Chloe. It wasn't until they drove past Blackwell that Taylor thought it might be a good idea to figure out what was going on.

"Um, Chloe, right?"

"Mhm."

"Hey, so. Where are we going?"

Chloe leaned comfortably against her window as she drove, as if she did this sort of thing all the time. Her eyes flicked over to Taylor for just a second. "The beach, I guess. Kids from Blackwell show up there passed out more than you might think. And there's no way I'm trying to explain this to David right now."

"Oh."

Back to quiet in the car. Taylor had been anticipating either the most confusing explanation of her life or stubborn denial and deal-making, but she hadn't expected to just pretend that nothing was happening.

After a moment, Chloe said, "So, you're Taylor, right?"

"Um, yeah."

"One of Victoria's friends, right?"

Taylor shrugged. "I mean, yeah."

"You don't have to say it like that,"  Rachel's mind grumbled.

"I heard she got some photo award because Max didn't show up, right?"

Taylor winced. "Yes, technically.

Chloe nodded. "Cool. I know photography is a big deal for her - she'd never shut up about it."

Taylor was rapidly getting confused by the conversation. When Chloe brought up something good in Victoria's life (ex. Everyday Heroes) it sounded mean, but when she brought up something negative (ex. Victoria talking too much), she came off as genuinely interested in her life. Did Victoria and Chloe actually know each other? And if they did, why didn't Taylor know that they did?

Taylor swiped hair behind her ear. Rachel noticed and smirked, leaning against Taylor's shoulder.

"I hope Max isn't too disappointed she didn't get to go. I know her photography is really important to her."

Chloe chuckled. "Yeah, no, she'll live. The two of them, though . . . huh."

Rachel peered over at Chloe. "What is it?"

As they pulled into one of the beach parking lots, Chloe said, "They should just bone already. It's got to be insufferable for Jefferson to teach when they're so competitive."

"Um, gross? Illegal?" Rachel high-talked, sitting back upright as they parked.

As they were dumping Logan out on the sand, Chloe said between strained breaths: "So - are you two - like - an item?"

Rachel hasn't said anything?

They dropped Logan's body like a mattress, then looked around at each other. There was a general aura of, 'this is very criminal, and the less we talk about it, the better.'

Rachel looked at Taylor for a second, then back at Chloe. Just the same as she had in gym. Only this time, "Yeah. Like, literally fifteen minutes ago, actually."

Chloe snorted, stuffing her hands into her pockets. "Well, you know what I say. Nothing to bring girls closer together than killing a man."

Taylor stuffed her hands inside her jacket and in her armpits, hoping to keep the smallest portion of warmth to herself. "Um, he's not dead."

Chloe quirked her eyebrows, and asked, "Logan?" Then she kicked Logan's side experimentally. "Shame."

As they arrived at Blackwell, Rachel was back to laying on Taylor's shoulder (!!!) and starting to look very sleepy. However, once she recognized where they were, she said, "Babe?"

"Hm?" Taylor and Chloe hummed in unison. Taylor did her best to hide her embarrassed smile, staring out the passenger-side window.

"I know I said I was going to come over, but I think I want to stay close to Blackwell tonight."

Chloe's eyes darted between Rachel and Taylor for a second before she shrugged and said, "Sure."

Unfortunately, there was someone to greet them in the parking lot. As they pulled up next to the curb that would lead them up to the school, David Madsen, the school's head of security, came down the steps. Chloe didn't seem that troubled, although she did roll her eyes when she parked.

Taylor unbuckled her seat belt and opened the door. She wasn't really sure what the consequences for being out late were, but at least she wasn't drunk.

"Beep beep. Late night delivery," Chloe called as David approached.

Initially, David looked pissed. But once he noticed Rachel getting out of the car after Taylor, he just rolled his eyes and sighed. "Whatever," he said. "Just get to your rooms, okay?"

Rachel grabbed Taylor's hand with her left and gave a two-fingered salute with her right. "Can do."

As the two of them basically jogged hand-in-hand into the school courtyard, Rachel started to laugh once they reached the school fountain. She twisted around and grabbed Taylor's other hand, tugging it around as she gesticulated excitedly. "We are going to own this school!"

The feelings were kicking in immediately now that they were alone again. "Oh? Does the school have a new power couple?"

"Super-power couple, maybe."

Rachel pulled Taylor's hands down to her hips, standing on her toes to lean into a kiss. The sound of the fountain was all there was for a second until Taylor's gripped tightened and she pulled Rachel closer, prompting a soft moan.

Which completely short-circuited Taylor's brain.

Once they broke apart, all Taylor could say (or think) was, "I really like doing that."

Rachel, delighted, began to walk her fingers up Taylor's arm to her shoulder. "Oh yeah? Well we don't have to stop anytime soon."

There was a new smoothness in Rachel's tone that made Taylor shiver excitedly, but it also prompted questions. "What - what do you mean?"

Once Rachel's fingers reached the top of Taylor's neck, they gently began to slide down her neck, over her throat. "I mean . . . well, you could sleep in my room, if you wanted to."

The fuses in Taylor's brain went from just malfunctioning to shooting sparks and potentially starting very dangerous fires.

"Um, like, to . . . sleep? Or . . ."

"That's up to you."

"Hhhhh," was the only sound Taylor could produce in response, clearly freezing. A proposition for sex was absolutely not something she had been mentally or otherwise preparing for. Nothing had ever prepared her for the possibility of physical chemistry with somebody she really liked. She hadn't even thought she'd like kissing as much as she did, and she thought about kissing a lot.

Rachel's expression sank from seductive to nervous. "Or - or not, like, don't let me pressure you, I'd super just like to-"

"No, no, that's something we should talk about."

Rachel quirked her eyebrows, obviously stuck in a state of anomie.

Taylor took Rachel's hand and continued their walk towards the dorms.

"So. Shit, I should have brought this up earlier, but, uh, I'm not . . . super interested in the sexual part of a relationship."

Rachel tilted her head. Her thumb worked comforting circles into Taylor's palm, which helped with the 'don't totally shut down and blow everything' thing she was trying to do.

"I'm ace," Taylor said, only making quick side-eyes at Rachel to watch her reaction.

"Oh . . ." Rachel said, looking ahead now. Her face pinched as she thought. ". . . okay. Hm."

Taylor should have expected as much, but these seconds of hesitation still made her want to be invisible. Rachel held her too tightly for that, and for that she was grateful.

"So," Rachel said, "I'm just gonna be real with you - I really like sex, and it's important to me. But I also like you." She looked up at Taylor now with a smile, while Taylor's lungs struggled to continue to breathe.

"I like you too," Taylor replied. She had to force her smile, even if that was a genuinely good thing to hear.

That broadened Rachel's smile, and she nodded. "Good. So we'll work something out. Together."

Taylor was flushed red as they entered the dorm courtyard. Rachel looked like she was in much the same state, her mouth crushed into a flat line as she tried to hold back an awkward grin.

"Because we're together," Rachel tacked on, like the most awkward fuck on the planet.

"Mhm," Taylor replied, trying just as hard not to grin.

That basically immediately failed once Rachel held up their linked hands and yelled at the dorms: "TAYLOR CHRISTENSEN'S MY GIRLFRIEND!"

"Ssshh shh shh!" Taylor tried to bring her mouth over Rachel's face, but she wasn't having any of it - once she was done yelling, she just started to cackle at an inappropriate volume. "Stop - stop it, you'll embarrass me!"

Rachel broke their hand hold to make as big a 'whatever, man' pose as possible on the steps of the dorm. "Yeah? And I can do that now, because you're my girlfriend."

"Stop."

"Make me."

Taylor smiled, settling down a little. "Okay." She started to raise a hand to tuck her hair behind her hair again (that infernal tic!), but Rachel beat her to it, reaching out to brush it back and stroke her cheek at the same time.

Taylor took a hesitant step forward and kissed Rachel one more time.

Before they entered the dorms, Taylor leaned her forehead against Rachel's (they were almost the same height if Rachel stood on one of the dorm steps), taking a deep breath. "I think . . . I think I want to sleep by myself tonight," she said. "But . . . maybe this weekend . . . we could have a movie night in our pajamas or something? And then, maybe . . ."

Rachel closed her eyes and smiled. "I'd like that."

"Cool."

They stood like that for a moment, foreheads touching, eyes closed, basking in the orange light of the courtyard and the excitement of a new relationship. It was more than Taylor had ever imagined, and it was only just beginning.

"Come on," Rachel said, lifting her forehead away and planting a kiss on Taylor's. "It's bed time."

Taylor nodded. She didn't want the night to end, but she also couldn't wait for tomorrow to come. "Yeah . . . and I should probably tell Dana and Juliet I'm okay."

"Yes, you should," Rachel replied as she dragged Taylor inside.

They said good night once, came to the shower room to brush their teeth at the same time, messed around, kissed some more with the overwhelming taste of mint, and said good night again. When Taylor went to bed that night, she thought not at all about the things she'd found on Nathan's phone, even when she sent Dana a few text messages to say everything had worked out fine (the guy ran off when the police showed up, after all. She just got a ride home). She fell asleep dazed by the light in her life now.

End of Arc 1: Light and Dark

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KP- thanks tumblr, always a pal >:((( the message was basically Noctis watching Ignis perform in a professional event for the first time and being absolutely floored by how graceful and strong Ignis is, making everything look completely effortless. He knows Noctis is watching and shows off just a tiny bit and earns himself almost perfect scores in all his events ;)c

Hi KP! Sorry this took longer than expected.... I didn’t intend to write so much, but then fluff happened and I couldn’t stop x3 Actually, since Ignis doesn’t compete I changed it a youth sports charity event, and instead of perfect scores, he wins a prince’s heart instead. 

Just in time for a little holiday magic in August, I present you with “Noct and Iggy are total dorks and bond over sports cars and bad puns” 

(Part 16 of “Promptio on Ice” - here’s the masterpost!) 

Dorky IgNoct under the cut! v v v 

- It starts with a text from Prompto, of all people. Noct is definitely glad they’ve started hanging out (Prom is into all the same video games and comics, is easy to talk to and a lot of fun), but he’s even worse than Gladio when it comes to teasing him about his crush on Ignis. Prompto’s known Iggy for a long time, works with him almost everyday, and recently started sending Noct stealthy photos snapped during training - Iggy stretching, Iggy standing, Iggy sitting on the bleachers. One particular pic was nothing but a close up of Iggy’s ass as he bent over the mat (followed by emojis of a peach and an eggplant which Noct isn’t sure he wants to understand). This routine seems to be Prompto’s way of helping out his new friend, and Noct both loves and hates him for it.

- But this time is different. There’s no photo attached to the message he’s sent, but it still gets Noct’s heart racing all the same. He reads it again, and again, just to be sure he isn’t dreaming.

>> Gladdy’s taking me to Lestallum for the festival this weekend!

- He’s been hearing about the event all week. It’s an local youth sports competition to raise money during the holidays, and apparently Ignis has been asked to be the opening performer. According to Prompto and Gladio, he’s been working hard to debut a new technique for the event. Now Noct is being offered a ticket up close and personal. He would have to be crazy to refuse.

- It turns out, though, that the seat is more ‘up close and personal’ than he expected. When he arrives at the arena on the day of the event, Ignis is already there and occupying the chair next to where Noctis is supposed to be sitting. Upon seeing him, Noct nearly loses his nerve completely. He looks good in a pair of long white pants over a tight-fitting blue-and-black leotard. Too good, in fact. There is no way he can do this! But before he can turn and run, Ignis spots him, smiles, and pats the open chair. He’s pretty much doomed.

- “Ah, Noct. I was wondering who Prompto would send in his place. Thank you for coming.”

- “Uh, yeah. N-no problem.” Noct swallows as he takes the seat, meets Iggy’s gaze fleetingly before staring down at his boots. “I heard you’re, like, a guest of honor or something?” He tries to smile, but his nerves get the better of it and it probably ends up as more of a cringe.

- Luckily, Ignis doesn’t seem bothered by it. “Well, something like that. I’m a bit out of practice, though, so don’t get your hopes up.” He follows this with a wink that makes Noctis very glad he’s already sitting down. Fortunately, he doesn’t get a chance to respond (he would have just said something totally lame, anyway, like I’m sure you’ll find a way to impress me) because suddenly they’re being approached by an energetic young woman with curly blond hair and a headset.

- "Sorry t’innerupt, fellas. Mr. Scientia, we're ready for ya to get set up now."

- "Thank you, Cindy. Noct," he smiles as he gets to his feet. "I trust you'll be watching?"

- Of course, I can't take my eyes off you. Noctis clears his throat, forces a polite nod. "You bet, Specs."

- When Ignis turns to follow Cindy back to the locker rooms, he has a certain lightness in his step that wasn't there before. Without even realizing it, he's smiling. Cindy, who is in charge of the local youth sports center and therefore that day’s events, has known Iggy long enough to notice both. "So who’s yer new beau?" she asks with a sly wink. Ignis refuses to meet her gaze.

- “A friend of Prompto, or rather, of Prompto’s boyfriend. I’ll admit I don’t know him very well yet.”

- “Well, maybe after t’day that’ll change.” They enter the locker room, and the din of the arena fades behind them. “Are ya still planning to show us somethin’ we ain’t never seen before?”

- Ignis doesn’t answer right away. He’s been working on his new move for a couple of weeks - an acrobatic-style twist off the bars at the end of his routine - but he isn’t sure he’s quite ready for it. With all the extra time he’s spent at the ice rink with Prompto, there hasn’t been much chance for him to practice alone. If he attempts it now, there’s a chance he might mess up - or worse, injure himself. But next to him Cindy is waiting for an answer, so he smiles, pats her hand, and offers a noncommittal We’ll see.

- Out in the arena, the music starts. Cindy rushes off to MC the event, and after a brief (but far-too flattering) introduction, Ignis steps out to a roar of applause. He wonders fleetingly if Noct is clapping, too, and the thought puts a rare, genuine smile on his face. Perhaps Cindy is right - this may be his chance to impress him, to get closer to him and finally unravel his mysteries.

- Perhaps over coffee. Or wine. Yes, definitely wine. And a nice dinner. Would Noct appreciate a good Tenebraen roast?

- Ignis nearly laughs aloud when he catches himself. Of all the things tobe thinking about at a time like this.... Shaking his head, he turns to the mat - there are three bars set up, each at different heights and spaced far enough apart for him to easily maneuver between them. At Cindy’s cue, he clears his mind, powders his gloves, and takes a deep breath at the edge of the mat. Then, to the sound of the audience’s cheers, he starts forward. A brisk run, keeping his knees bent and his back straight, pivots into his jump and grabs onto the first bar with both hands. It’s smooth, appears effortless and that, Ignis knows, is the most important illusion. More cheers fill the air as he begins to swing himself, using his long legs to build momentum until he’s able to jump to the next bar.

- Somewhere in the crowd, he hopes Noct’s heart is racing.

- Iggy continues his performance, flipping and spinning in the air as he jumps from one bar to the next and back again, so many times that the audience falls silent in awe. Everything is perfect, every twist of his lithe body, every precise move that has him latching onto his next target without fail. And then, just as he he’s feeling his limbs begin to tire, he nears the end of the routine. One last jump has him landing with both hands on the tallest of the three bars. His movements slow, then he gradually builds them up again, swinging faster and faster until he’s nearly spinning in a full arc. The next part is tricky - he needs to turn himself around at the very top, releasing the bar in mid-swing with one hand while pushing off with the other to send him twirling upwards through the air. In practice he’s only managed to succeed a handful of times, but….

- He has to try. Hundreds of eyes are watching. Noct is watching. Without much time to debate the risks, Ignis throws himself into the final move. From somewhere in the arena he can hear Cindy’s excited voice announcing the debut of a special technique, the moment they’ve all been waiting for. Ignis grits his teeth - he’s almost at the right momentum, just a few more swings - there. At the top of the bar he lets go and his arm flies out wide. At the same time, he tries to turn his other hand - but something is wrong. His fingers are slipping away until there’s nothing left to grip. The bar is gone from his reach and instead of pushing off, Ignis is suddenly falling, falling.

- He hits the mat with a thud and the crowd gasps in unison. Even Cindy’s voice trembles into the microphone, and then she’s running.

- Noct is faster. He reaches Ignis just at the gymnast is sitting up, wincing and hugging his left arm to his chest. Blue eyes go wide. “H-hey, don’t move. Just stay still.” Iggy looks at him, face red with embarrassment and pain, but he nods. Noct kneels down at his side, puts an arm around his shoulders for support as Cindy and some of the other staff finally arrive.

- “You okay, Mr. S?!”

- “Help me get him to the locker room.” Noct gestures for her to grab his other arm, and together they walk him off the mats. Someone else takes over as MC to keep the crowd from panicking at the show going, but the din of it is lost as soon as they’re out of the arena.

- “I’m fine, really. Both of you, please.” But Noct’s hold on him is firm, not letting go even after they’ve sat him down on a bench and Cindy’s rushed off to get him some water and painkillers.

- “Can I see it?” Ignis swallows. His wrist is throbbing with pain - he must have landed right on it when he fell - but he cautiously extends it out for Noct to take a look. Gentle fingers stroke over his swollen wrist, press just enough to make him wince but quickly pull back. “It doesn’t look broken. Probably sprained, but we’d better get you to a doctor. Do you mind…?” Noct pulls out his phone and, at a wary nod from Ignis, sends a quick text. Then Cindy comes back with water and aspirin, and Noct announces that he’ll be driving Iggy to a clinic.

- Driving? Clinic? There’s a half-formed protest on his lips but then Cindy is shoving a plastic cup between them and he’s powerless to argue. He waits for Noct to bring his car around back, then is carefully helped outside to it.

- If he thought Noct was an enigma before, now he’s thoroughly mired. The ‘car’ turns out to be a sleek, brand new, limited edition Audi R8 (Ignis has only ever dreamed of owning such a beautiful machine) and yet Noct somehow still manages to drive it like it doesn’t cost half a million dollars. He’s glad they’re going to a hospital because he’s convinced they’re going to need one with the way Noct takes each turn - but somehow (mostly due to quick thinking by other drivers) they manage to arrive in one piece. The pills Cindy gave him have kicked in by now, and Ignis is able to walk up to reception with only a little assistance.

- The young clerk automatically gives him a large stack of forms to fill out and tells him to take a number. One look around the waiting room tells him they’ll likely be there a while, but just as he turns to tell Noct that he should go, he sees the dark-haired young man already stalking up to the counter. “Dr. Yaegre is already expecting us,” he says. “Let her know we’re here.”

- Ignis looks as surprised as the clerk looks unimpressed. “Kid, we’re a hospital, not a nightclub. I don’t know who you think you are, but you can’t just - “

- “I’m Noctis Lucis Caelum and technically, I own this place. Call Dr. Yaegre and tell her we’re here.”

- There’s this little sound that Ignis makes in his throat. He isn’t sure what to call it - not a gasp, not a sigh, something more awed. He stares at Noct in sudden silence as the clerk hurries to get the phone. Lucis Caelum…. That makes Noct the son of Regis Caelum, the most powerful man in Insomnia and the owner of the Insomnia Kings hockey team. Which helps to explain the car and the company he keeps. It also, Iggy supposes, explains the way he’s so good at taking command, carrying himself very much indeed like the heir to a powerful family. But perhaps more than that, more than the pain his wrist and the whirlwind of the entire situation, Ignis finds himself left speechless by Noct’s sheer dominance. It is frankly the most arousing thing he’s ever seen, and it leaves him weaker at the knees than he was when they first walked in.

- The doctor is a lovely woman. Tells Ignis to call her Sania, hugs Noct as if he were her own son, and gestures them both to follow her down the hall. Several x-rays and tests later, she’s confirmed that Ignis’ wrist isn’t broken, but it is sprained, and quite badly. She’s going to have to splint it, and he’ll have to take a break from sports for at least a month, maybe more. The news isn’t as devastating to Ignis as he might have expected, perhaps because through it all he’s got Noct’s hand in his, giving him little reassuring squeezes as the doctor speaks. Although he knows this isn’t what Cindy intended, it seems she was right about this being his big chance after all.

- Sania leaves them to call a nurse for his splint. In her wake, Noct lets out a heavy sigh. “I’m sorry, Ignis. What are you going to do for a whole month?”

- “I’ll manage. It will give me more time to focus on Prompto’s competition, at least.”

- They both smile. “Anyone ever tell you that you work too hard?”

- “I’ve been accused once or twice in my life, Mr. Caelum.” The use of his name has Noct wincing, which is...unexpected. Ignis frowns and reaches once more for his hand out of reflex. “...Why didn’t you tell me? Why did you feel you needed to hide who you really are?”

- “It’s just…. I don’t know.” With Iggy’s hand covering his on the arm of the chair, it’s a lot harder to think clearly. He keeps his eyes fixed on their fingers, not trusting himself to meet that beautiful emerald gaze. “Usually when people hear my dad’s name, they think they’re supposed to treat me like some kind of prince. It’s so frustrating sometimes.”

- “But you are a prince, Noct.”

- He suddenly looks up at him, blue eyes going wide, and Ignis can almost hear his heart breaking. He quickly shakes his head. “It’s not because of who your father is. It’s because of you. You’re brave. Caring. Commanding. Quite handsome.” Iggy adds a smile along with the last one, enjoying the flush of red spreading across soft cheeks. “I’m in your debt today. Perhaps you’d allow me to repay your kindness with dinner one evening?”

- “D-dinner? You mean…? Like, just the two of us?”

- “If you’d like, yes.”

- “Um. S-sure. Sounds nice.” Oh Six, am I dreaming? Is this real??

- “Lovely.”

- Noct can do little else but smile in return. Eventually the nurse enters their room and carefully splints Ignis’ wrist, finally running through a list of dos and don’ts before releasing him for the evening. Noct offers to give him a ride home - which he almost feels bad declining (his apartment is actually only a few blocks away) but he also values his life and so ultimately turns him down. They walk out together anyway. Dusk has fallen, and the air is thick with the threat of snow.

- “You sure you don’t need a ride? It’s getting cold.”

- “Thank you, but it would be far too much trouble. I...wouldn’t mind a bit of company on the way, though.”

- “You got it.” Noct shoves his hands into his coat pockets. Ignis walks a little closer to him as they head across the street. “Um. By the way. I’m really glad I got to watch you perform today.”

- A dry chuckle. “I’ll admit, it wasn’t exactly my greatest hour.” He holds up his wrist, the dark splint covering his palm and half of his forearm like a glove. “Still, it was heartening to know you were there.”

- “R-really?”

- “Of course. Especially since I was Noct expecting to see you.”

- “...Did you just…?”

- “Hm?”

- “Nothing.” Noct clears his throat, thankful that the approaching darkness hides his reddening cheeks. It doesn’t, however, hide the obnoxious grin plastered on his face. “Hey, Iggy?”

- “Yes, Noctis?”

- “I think...you were really Spec-tacular today.”

- “...Stop.”

Bonus:

- The moment Noct gets home, he flops onto his bed and quite literally squeals into his pillow. If Gladio or Prompto could see him now they would never let him live it down, but they can’t and so he doesn’t bother hiding his excitement. A date! A real date! With Ignis “Oozes-sex” Scientia himself! He’s got to pinch himself to make sure he isn’t somehow dreaming this all up. And then he texts Gladio to gloat.

>> Heh, ‘bout damn time. When’s your big night?

>> Um, we actually didn’t get that far….

>> You at least got his number, right?

>> …..SHIT

>> Smooth.

>>  Prom’s with you right?? Can’t he give it to me?

>> No can do, Witless Wonder

>> You gotta help a bro out!

>>  Prom says he can bring him along to your dad’s party this week ;) The rest is up to you

- Noct groans, letting his phone fall onto the mattress and then onto the floor. Some friends they are. How is he supposed to wait five whole days before he can talk to Iggy again? And then what is he loses his nerve? He can’t just whisk Ignis off to the hospital every time he wants to flirt with him….

- Five days. That’s how long he’s got to come up with a plan. And find something to wear that will catch the gymnast’s eye. If he’s going to do this, he’s gotta do it right.

[mistakemessenger-imagines]

Hello! I love your blogs and your writing! Just want to say thanks for doing this! Anyway ifnits not too much trouble Can I ask a request for st.v day, rfa,v,and saeran on a beach date, like first time see them in a swimsuit. I dont care how you do it: make each one separate or an rfa outing, pure smut or pure and chaste as hell, just make it fluff galore, I need some fluff man. Much love <3 and have a beautiful day! @valancystirling48

Well aren’t you just a ray of sunshine! Some will be fluff and some will be sin ;)

It was rare to get everybody in the rfa to get together with all having busy schedules to attend to. But rfa was a family, so even minor holidays were good enough reason to meet up–according to Seven atleast, whose idea it was to go to the beach for Valentine’s Day. With his amazing hacking skills, he managed to push back everyone’s schedules just so you all could hang out today. Now here you are at the beach with your partner, about to prepare to soak in some sun!

Yoosung:

He only needed to remove his shirt because he was already wearing his swim trunks, so it didn’t take any effort to get ready (he did have to mentally prep to expose his blindingly pale chest from staying inside all day playing LOLOL)

Being the gentleboy that he is, he waited until you finished in the changing booth to go have fun with the others

“Alright Yoosung, I’m done!” you hollered from the inside before the click of lock swung the door open

…Only to reveal you in a really…really nice bikini

A really nice bikini styled after that one really hot lolol character (ahri is a babe ok)

His face immediately flushed a bright crimson color, “M-m-m-mc!”

“Hm? You like it Yoosung? I had it custom made from a friend of mine!”

Poor boy didn’t know where to rest his hands when you cuddled up to him under the umbrella because everywhere he touched there was bare skin

Cute boi got jealous when he went to go get some water for the sandcastle you guys were making when a guy came over to hit on you and asked if you would play lolol with him

Yoosung ‘accidentally’ dumped his bucket of freezing sea water on him and the guy stormed off grumpy and embarrassed

“Oops :) I’ll go get some more water, Mc!” 

Yandere Yoosung can be vv cute

Jaehee:

“Jaehee, will you untie the strings of my dress for me, I can’t reach them.”

Blushing babe nervously fumbled with the strings until they untied and the dress plopped right down onto the blanket

And oh my goodness

You just looked so beautiful 

Jaehee feels blessed

Your swimsuit was a pretty beige one piece and it had a picture of a coffee cup on it and it was so cute omg the link i put doesn’t have a coffee pic but PRETEND OKAY

“Mc, you look…so pretty!”

She may have said that she isn’t innocent but gdi jAEHEE IS A PURE SOUL AND SHE ONLY THINKS YOU’RE GORGEOUS 

No sinful thoughts will enter her mind!!

When you two were belly boarding she might as well have died and gone to heaven with the way the water and sun shone down on you

You both walked along the shore hand in hand to find some really cute seashells so you guys could use them to craft or decorate the cafe with

When night rolled around and the whole gang was huddled around the campfire and seven singing the campfire song song, you and Jaehee provided hot chocolates and brought the ingredients to make smores!

Jaehee loved being cuddled next to you in the same blanket <3

Zen:

“Babe, what’s taking so long? We’re gonna start the volleyball match soon!”

“Okay okay, I’m done, I’m done, sheesh,” you mumbled as you walked out of the changing room in a really sexy nice looking burgundy bikini

Zen’s face could almost compete with the color of your bikini because dAMN you looked so good

He’s trying so so so hard to restrain the beast from just taking you against the wall then and there

Halfway through the beach volleyball match, everyone decided to do piggyback pairs because why not it’s more fun? Naturally you had Zen piggyback you

But he could barely focus on the game because bare skin and boob was pressing up against his exposed back

Zen looked liked he was about to pass out from a heat stroke so you brought him into a bathroom stall so he could cool down

Well as soon as the door locked, you were pushed against the wall, lots of rough kissing, and the room suddenly felt very hot zen you might actually get a stroke calm down

As soon as you were all riled up, he pulled away and huskily whispered into your ear, “We’re finishing this when we get home, princess.”

This was going to be a long day for sure

Jumin:

You remember the cat lingerie? Well they make the same thing but in the swimsuit material and you got yourself a black set

The difference from Zen is that right when you opened the door to reveal what you were wearing, Jumin just pushed you back in, locking the door and immediately backed you against the wall because you!! looked!! so!! sexy!!

He propped and held you up against the wall, moved the bikini bottom to the side and thrust himself into you, pounding relentlessly, basking in the noises you tried to keep in 

Jumin, to both of your dismays, had to make it a quickie–wouldn’t want anyone to get suspicious now would we?  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) still some good sex though

But he was definitely going to do a thorough job when you got home though :))

Anywho, after your little session, you had a lot of fun teaching Jumin the fun things commoners do at the beach! 

He even tried drawing a blueprint in the sand for the castle you were building; “I guess old habits die hard,” V chuckled at his friend

After losing the beachball while playing with it in the ocean, everybody washed up and decided to walk around the boardwalk too see the cool stores

Jumin bought you a cute new dress to wear instead of your current sandy one 

Afterwards he took everyone out to a restaurant there and covered the bill 

But the real fun happened when you got back to the penthouse later that night ;))

707:

Were his eyes deceiving him?? Did he need a new prescription?? 

Because Mc just walked out with the most amazing sailor moon bikini holy pepperonis you were cute and h o t

Saeyoung’s glasses literally started fogging up and he is enjoying the view of your adorableness 

He wishes you told him ahead of time so he could make a matching swimsuit!! But sadly his swimtrucks were the same design as his jacket 

The whole day he pretended to be in danger just so his magical girl could save him (eg “IM DROWNING!!”, “SAVE ME FROM THIS MONSTER!!” the crab)

All day, to the others, he seemed very behaved with keeping his hands off you but that my friend was not the case

In the water? He’s groping you all over. Sitting at a table? His hands are stroking teasingly up your thighs. No one’s looking? Smack! Right on your butt. The teasing lasted all day 

The worst was when everybody was chilling around the campfire when night fell; you were on Saeyoung’s lap and a big blanket he brought was wrapped around the two of you

That’s when he slid his hand down and started to rub you through the fabric of the swimsuit while casually listening to the story Zen was telling

He loved that you had to hold your moans in and refrain from squirming

When he felt your moisture start to seep through, that’s when he moved his hand inside your swimsuit to put his fingers to good use 

707 the sadist is merciless

V: (he’s not blind in this one because he deserves to have fun ok)

After taking some pictures of the ocean, Jihyun found you sitting on a rock, staring out at the ocean

He couldn’t resist snapping a candid of you; the soft ocean breeze moving your hair, the bright sunlight shining down on his angel, and your beautiful white swimsuit

Jihyun is a gentle sweetheart and he will not let any hand wander where it shouldn’t be; you want him to rub sunscreen on you? Well Jihyun is a well behaved man unlike SOMEBODY *cough*SAEYOUNG*cough*

Since he gets tired easily from sports and such, he’s mainly taking many photos of you playing with the others

He wasn’t going to join in the water balloon fight until surprisingly, Jumin pelted him with one (I don’t care who it is, best friends are always jerks to eachother LOL) He mainly used himself to shield you from being hit though

When you get tired, he already has a spot next to him for you under his umbrella and just hold you while running his fingers over the bare skin, as it is calming to him

When sunset was finally happening, this boy was rushing you to many different spots just to take pictures of you with the beautiful sky

Jihyun is so thoughtful because when it started getting cold and your normal clothes were all sandy, he knew to pack an extra set for you in a sealed bag bless his soul

Unknown: 

Saeran’s eyes practically popped out of their sockets when you saw you in your bikini

It wasn’t anything flashy, just a black two-piece 

But damn if the simplicity wasn’t hot, it was sexy

At first the thought of doing anything remotely sexual at the beach in public was a big no no so he didn’t do anything when he can just do it at home

Until he saw how other guys at the beach were staring you up and he did not like it, the possessive feeling now bubbling inside his chest

He was practically glued to your side like a guard, scaring away the guys with just his death glare

When he was escorting you to the bathroom he got into a stall with you, “S-saeran what’re you doing!?”

In an instant his lips where attached to your neck, “Leaving a reminder that you’re mine.”

It went no further than that, but the whole rfa was staring at your neck except v lol when you came back, but none dared to say anything

Except for Saeyoung, who told his brother congrats for getting some, which resulted with him getting beat up

No guys would come up to you anymore, even if they didn’t in the first place, but it made Saeran feel better so shhhhh

He did make up for it during the campfire by making your smores for you so your fingers don’t get sticky while his do

It’s the little things because now Saeran’s fingers are sticky and have sand all over them ew

He also made up for it with jealous sex that night too so no complaints

[hoenursey]

I Love Him, He Loves Me || nurseyrans

Ransom could appreciate art. He could! He didn’t, often, and he didn’t get it a lot of times– he preferred practical things to appreciate, like Bitty’s pies, or good goals. Or, of course, Nursey’s ass, which he’d stolen a few furtive glances down at as he walked in front of him. It was a great ass, okay? Sue him. Now that was art to appreciate.

Right now, however, waiting for Nursey to finish what he was doing was sort of killing him.

Ransom… the thing was, he didn’t want to bother him. He knew he could snap like a twig if someone interrupted him, and Nursey had said something about a homework assignment, so he didn’t want to interfere with that. Even though Nursey wasn’t the type to snap, it felt rude not to give him the same respect he always gave him. Besides, he looked kind of cute sitting on the floor, all hunched over his journal, tongue sticking out just the smallest amount. But he was bored. He was mad fucking bored right now.

He tried going through his phone, systemically hitting Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram, but it was a dead day– not much posting, only a few notifications, some tagged pics, some snapchat selfies–

Oh. Ransom sat up and went to snapchat. He could probably entertain himself for at least a few more minutes with snapchat filters.

Dog filter, bunny filter, gold butterflies, truck driver, the little frowny face– he glanced over at Nursey and pouted just a touch because a face swap would be hilarious, honestly. Instead, he pulled one of his selfies from his phone and captioned it “missing you”, before posting it to his story.

[TO: SAMWELL MEN’S H-E-DOUBLE HOCKEY STICKS]

[text: doctor ransomstein] [attached: payattentiontome.jpeg]

[text: dr ransomstein] look at that. gotdam

[text: raggedy ann] is that a piece of kale stuck in his teeth, fucking vegan

[text: sharkbait ooh haha] nursey I can’t believe you’re doing homework

[text: sharkbait ooh haha] aren’t you guys on a date

[text: horse teeth] who does homework on a date

[text: a manager for ants] 👀👀👀 rans

[text: dr ransomstein] n o i f u c k i n g d o n ‘ t

[text: sharkbait ooh haha] 👀

[text: horse teeth] 👀

[text: raggedy ann] 👀

[text: poop emoji] 👀

[text: the muffin man] 👀

[text: dr ransomstein] SHITS WHAT THE FUCK YOU’RE AT HARVARD (fuck harvard) SHUT UP

[text: rich kid asshole]  👀

[text: dr ransomstein] nursey if you’ve been on the gc the whole time i s2g

[text: big booty judy] why is everyone sending eyes

[text: rich kid asshole] only a minute or two :P

Ransom looked up and glared over at Nursey, who was already smiling crookedly at him, flicking at his new septum piercing, the gold glinting in the soft natural lighting of the museum.

“You’re lucky you’re so fucking cute,” he grumbled, and Nursey laughed, pushing up from the ground to come over to him. He misjudged his weight a touch, falling back on his ass, but managed to stand without crashing into a multi-million dollar painting and putting them both in debt.

“I zoned out,” he admitted when he came to settle next to him. “And then you started sending pictures of me to the groupchat. Wasn’t looking before that, swear.”

“I’m not mad,” Ransom murmured, settling his head on Nursey’s shoulder. He was never mad at him, and it took reassurance after reassurance to assure his boyfriend of that sometimes, but it was worth it. He was worth it. “Just wanna hang, we never have time to do much. I don’t care what we do, just…”

Nursey slid his hand down his arm slowly, distracting him, until his curled his hand around his and laced their fingers between one another’s.

“Together?” Nursey finished.

“Together,” he agreed.

Nursey made a pleased noise that he only somewhat managed to stifle; Justin cupped his chin and pressed their lips together and it drew the noise out of him again, a little softer, a little gentler. He thumbed along the line of his jaw– he had shaved and his skin was so fucking soft, just a little prickly– and Nursey opened up for him, sighing sweetly into his mouth. God, but Justin loved the way his boyfriend melted for him like winter giving way to spring, walls tumbling down around him as he fell into the rhythm of it, the slick slide of their mouths deepening–

A surprised “Oh!” came from behind them and they broke apart, startled. Ransom’s head snapped to the source of the noise, fingers tightening around Nursey’s to keep him from tugging away; it turned out to be an older woman with a scarf around her neck, which she clutched delicately, flushed. Derek took one look at the woman and buried his face in Ransom’s neck, hiding his likely-embarrassed laughter.

“Sorry,” he called out sheepishly, the hand at Nursey’s jaw sliding back to cup the back of his neck, “We’ll move.”

“You’re fine!” the woman squeaked out. “I was just surprised! This part has been, ah, fairly empty, eh?”

“Right, haha; we were about to get going anyways, though,” Justin said, an apologetic smile on his lips. He rose quickly, pulling Nursey to his feet. “Have a nice day, sorry again!”

They walked as quickly as they could without running, stifling laughter as much they could until Ransom shoved Nursey into a family bathroom and they both burst out loud, giggles and snorts and laughter ringing in the empty room.

“I fucking hate you,” Ransom said, shoving Nursey slightly. Nursey shoved him back, grinning, and Rans yanked him into a headlock and scrubbed roughly at his head, making Nursey shriek and try to tug out of his grip– he nearly succeeded until Ransom hooked his ankle and he stumbled, falling back against the wall.

Justin took Derek’s wrists and grasped them firmly, sliding them up against the wall; Derek sucked in a quiet breath as his arms were raised above his head, effectively pinning him there.

“The look you’re giving me right now doesn’t say ‘I hate you, Derek Nurse’,” Nursey murmured.

“People make out with people they hate,” Ransom argued weakly, even as he switched from two hands to one at his boyfriend’s wrists and slid his arm around his waist, tugging his body flush to his own.

“You don’t.”

“The only person I make out with is you.”

“And your life sized poster of Alexei Mashkov.”

“I was drunk, Derek.”

“You’re not drunk now and i’m right in front of you, so–”

Justin rolled his eyes and pressed his lips to Nursey’s. He could feel the smile his boyfriend still had and nipped at his bottom lip, kissing away the answering sound of protest, soothing his bite with his tongue and Nursey sighed into the sensation, lips parting for him. When he pulled away to breathe, he nosed along his jaw until his head tipped gently back and he kissed at his bare neck: he could feel the beating pulse beneath the skin and sucked hungrily at his pulse points until Derek was gasping weakly, fingers twitching up against the lock they were in. “Stop, stop,” he breathed, fighting his pinned state– he broke his hands from Justin’s grip and pulled his face to his own to kiss him once again.

Ransom loved kissing at Nursey’s skin and driving him crazy, but even more so he loved the soft sighs and sweet sounds his boyfriend made when he kissed him properly. Nursey was so, so easy for kissing– if puppy dog eyes didn’t work then pushing him down in his chair, the bed, a couch, and kissing him like this, a slow drag of lips, tongue teasingly flicking over his open mouth and then dipping in to taste him– it almost always got Rans what he wanted. Granted, usually what he wanted was Nursey, but that was a moot point. Sometimes he wanted–

As if cued, Derek’s stomach growled, loud in the quiet of the bathroom, and Justin pulled back, eyeing his boyfriend. A flush was already staining his cheeks, though he didn’t know if that was from all the kissing, or– ah, no, it was growing darker.

“Baby,” Justin admonished softly, tilting up Derek’s chin. His boyfriend bit at one of his swollen lips tentatively, drawing it into his mouth, and Justin let his thumb drag over it, parting his lips once again.

“Yes…?” he mumbled. He looked… appropriately abashed, and he shook his head fondly at him, giving him a quick kiss.

“You forgot to eat again, didn’t you?”

“Yeah.”

Justin’s hand slid up Nursey’s shirt, caressing over his stomach softly. “Can’t take your meds on an empty stomach, Der, you know that.”

He cursed softly. “Forgot my afternoon meds at home, I broke my phone again so my alarms don’t go off.” He gave him an apologetic look, a “sorry” clearly on the tip of his tongue, but Ransom kissed the apologies from his lips and pulled him off the wall.

“We’ll make a pit stop at yours before we go to that pho spot on main?” Ransom asked, searching for confirmation from Nursey, and Nursey nodded, a little smile gracing his lips.

“Sounds good, Rans,” he agreed, something a little funny in his tone.

He looked at him curiously as he took his hand and started walking out of the bathroom. “What?”

Derek shook his head, self indulgent smile curving on his face. “Nothing. You’re just… a really, really good boyfriend, dude.”

Ransom’s answering smile was a little bewildered. “I mean, it’s not a big deal? You need your meds or you’re gonna be miserable, and I wanted to take you out to eat anyways. Healthy boyfriend is a happy boyfriend, right?”

Bemused, Nursey kissed their joined hands as Ransom guided them out of the museum– fuck, where did he park? goddamned big ass museum– and said, “Sure, Rans. Healthy boyfriend is a happy boyfriend. And you parked in the green lot.”

“Oh, shit, ha. Thanks, Derek.”

“No prob.”

And it wasn’t– their relationship was like that, soft and quietly loving and easily giving– it kind of made his heart feel tight with how much he adored Derek, every time he looked at him, and maybe they were only three months deep into their relationship (February first, two weeks before his birthday), but really, damn. What a feeling.

I love you, he thought suddenly, abruptly, fully, as he opened the door for Nursey and he rolled his mossy grey-green eyes at him before sliding into his seat.

I love you, he thought again as Nursey said breathlessly, “Sorry! I couldn’t find them, my med cabinet is a disaster–” clicking on his seatbelt and giving him that wind blown smile.

I love you, he thought once more, as Nursey tripped trying to get to the door before him to open it, catching himself at the last minute and smiling triumphantly, holding the door open for him.

“I love you,” Justin said to Derek, out loud, as he gestured dangerously closely to his tea trying to tell him about his shitty professor– “I mean, come on, who doesn’t think rap is poetry? It’s literally in the name. Rhythm And Poetry, how much more blatantly racist could you get?”– and Derek paused.

“What?” he said, a little startled.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt you,” Justin said quickly.

“But, like– really?”

“Yeah. I… yeah. I love you.”

Derek looked at him for a long, long moment. Slowly, a smile unfurled on his pink lips and he leaned carefully over the table: his palm curled, a little cool, at the nape of Justin’s neck and he kissed him tenderly.

Soft, quietly loving, easily giving.

“I love you too,” he murmured against his lips, and then sat back and continued his story, as if Justin’s whole life hadn’t changed.

I love him, he thought. He loves me.

[bugheadjones-the-third]

#35 from dialogue list for Bughead

#35 was quite a challenge, at first… I had no idea of how to make something so dramatic with those words, but I’m quite happy with the results! Thank you for sending me this, Anon!!

Title: A Moment of Despair.Summary: For the Dialogue List- number 35: “Go on, tell me. Tell me you don’t love me.” Jughead goes after his father, but FP is long gone by now. The boy is troubled and broken, and she’s the only one who can fix him..A/N: Since we all seem to be trapped in this angst feeling after ep 10, why not writing some dark Bughead moments, right? This was supposed to have less than 1k words, but as always, I couldn’t hold back XD This is a failed prediction of chapter 11, and even if I know this is definitely not going to happen, I decided to write it down simply because I can. I hope you all enjoy it!

Also, thank you so SO much, @jeemyjamz and @confessionsof-riverdale ! You guys have no idea of how much you’ve helped me during this time my beta took a break XD This pic is for us!...The front door of the trailer was practically tossed aside by the teenager as he stormed inside, not minding whatever consequences his actions could bring upon him. His heart was beating faster, his lungs were demanding for air, and his hands were shaking uncontrollably, as his eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness that surrounded him.

“Dad! Are you in here!?”

A chilling breeze followed him as he searched the entire place, not leaving a single room forgotten. Memories were spread around the metallic, fragile walls of his father’s trailer home, staring at him with those familiar faces that were long gone from his life. They reminded him of how things used to be, and confronting his broken reality, Jughead’s heart beat even more anxiously with each passing moment. His feet made their way past the pile of junk and empty, beer bottles that created a trail of mess and destruction, which, in the end, ended up leading him to the worst possible scenario.

The trailer was empty. Empty of life and hope, and certainly empty of his father’s strong presence.

So it was true, he thought.

The scene his greenish-blue eyes were witnessing at that very moment just proved what he’d overheard from his friends earlier. His father had run away, attesting his guilt regarding Riverdale’s most shocking crime. He shot Jason Blossom in a cold-blooded act and fled from the town — labelling himself as a murderer, and leaving everything behind. Leaving his own son behind.

And just when he thought his father was getting his act together.

Realization hit him hard, and soon, tears started to pool around his eyes. Jughead was breaking down in a mix of anger, fear, and disappointment he wasn’t sure were directed towards his father or himself. He was mad at FP for shooting a kid, but most of all, Jughead was mad at himself for actually believing his father when he said he had nothing to do with Jason’s death. He lied to him about the murder and probably about everything else just so he could keep his own son away until he had everything ready to leave.

‘It must have felt incredible.’ Jughead thought, as his mind started to think back to all the successful lies his own father had told him. Lies which he believed whole-heartedly simply because they came from the man he loves. The man who raised him, for god’s sake!

“You bastard…”

Jughead’s voice came out almost as a whisper, as he leaned his back against one of the trailer’s columns. He allowed his own body to slide down as his tears now streamed down his cheeks. He was destroyed. Left alone in a world full of lies and fake love where he couldn’t even be allowed an innocent night with his girlfriend. That’s what his life has always been about, he knew that. And there was no reason why this instance would be any different.

Jughead has accepted the fact that’d be just a matter of time before he’d be abandoned by the people he cherished most in his life. First, it was his mother and Jellybean. Now, his father. Soon enough, his best friend and the girl he loves would be next.

Betty will succumb to the curse that haunts all of those he cares for, and at that moment, as he cried his eyes out, all he could think of was how life would be miserable when they’d all be gone.

When that happens, not even he will be able to figure a way out of that mess, and that will surely be the end of Jughead Jones.

Luckily for him, that day wouldn’t be coming soon, if it even arrives at all.

The silence that enveloped the trailer was suddenly destroyed as the sound of the door opening echoed around the entire place. His now red eyes widened, and as soon as his ears captured the sound of rushed steps approaching him, Jughead thought that, maybe, someone had come to his rescue — that maybe, his savior would be his father.

That, or FP had just forgotten his stupid stash of beer.

“Dad?”

His feet tripped as he tried to stand up, and he bumped his shoulder on the metallic walls of what could be called a hallway as he desperately tried to follow the distinct sound. At that moment, the boy felt like a slave, dragging himself towards a thin thread of hope that could, eventually, set him free from all his agony.

He wanted to feel free. He wanted to be saved.

God, he wanted to be loved.

And eventually, he would be.

“Jughead.”

Just not by the person he was expecting at that moment.

“Betty…”

Her name escaped his lips as a plea, as his eyes observed her entire figure standing just a few feet away from him. The winter breeze was playing with her loosened, blonde hair, as the dim moonlight bathed her pure form. She was still wearing the silver dress she wore for Homecoming, only now a heavy coat shielded her from the cold. Her blue eyes showed concern, and her parted lips indicated that she was trying her best to figure out which words to use at that moment.

At that moment,  when she could clearly see how messed up he was.

Even if he was not expecting to see her at that moment, Jughead would be lying if he said that didn’t make him feel any better. Although after he had left Homecoming he certainly didn’t feel like facing his girlfriend, now, her sole and beautiful presence soothed his broken heart.

But for how long, he wondered.

For how long would it be enough?

For how long would she stay?

Jughead didn’t know. And at that moment, when he was clearly a mess, the boy just wanted to get things over with. With his father, his mother, and certainly, with Elizabeth Cooper.

“Oh, Jug!” She walked towards him, embracing his body with her arms. He could feel how cold her body felt, probably caused by her irresponsible wandering. He didn’t answer her gesture, for his entire self was still too catatonic to even think about such things. “We’ve been looking for you everywhere! Mr. Andrews is trying to find your dad right now, and I’m sure this whole thing will be solved in no time.”

So Fred Andrews was looking for FP. Fred Andrews, the man who ended up destroying his father’s sanity, and the man his best friend calls ‘dad’. He took him in when he needed a place to stay, and even now he was trying to help because, apparently, he believed in the Serpent’s innocence. They all did, judging by Betty’s words.

All of them, but Jughead himself.

And at that moment, he couldn’t care less about what all those people were doing to help. There was no helping it. Not anymore.

“Jug?” She finally broke her hug, looking into his eyes as if looking for his reaction after her revelation. Betty was expecting him to be at least a bit more relieved, but for her dismay, his eyes expressed nothing but a dull emptiness. He was tired. Destroyed, to say the least. Jughead was lost in his own trauma and more than ever, she knew he needed her, even if he himself wasn’t aware of such thing. “Did you hear what I said?”

“Yes. So what?”

“What are you talking about? Shouldn’t you be… relieved?”

“Relieved? For knowing people are trying to help a criminal?”

Her expression changed into a horrified one, not fully understanding the meaning behind her boyfriend’s words. “…You can’t actually believe your father is—“

“A murderer? Oh, you bet I do. And now that he ran away, it’s just a matter of time until he gets caught.”

“You can’t possibly mean it. H-He’s your father, Jughead. You believed him.”

“And you believed me, Betty. Maybe we both made the wrong choice that night, don’t you think?”

“Don’t be ridiculous!” She cupped his cheeks, looking deep into his eyes. “I still believe you, Jug. And you should believe your father, too.”

“ Oh, should I? Don’t be ridiculous, Betty.” He scoffed, moving his head away from her hands. He took a step back, avoiding her eyes for a moment. “If he’s so innocent, then why did he leave Riverdale?”

“He was scared, Jughead.”

“Scared of what?! The truth?!”

“Y-You know your father is a Serpent, and whoever is plotting against him… they know that he’d be the perfect scape goat. He had to go, Jug.”

“He had to?! That’s bullshit!” His voice raising as his anger boiled inside his veins. Even if he was trying to hold back all his emotions, the raven haired boy couldn’t contain the explosion inside his mind. Even if Betty didn’t deserve to be subjected to the anger which laced his voice as he spoke, she was going to listen to him anyway. “He’s a murderer, Betty. He’s a criminal, and he lied to me about everything! He’s a drunk, with problems and—“

“He’s trying to get his act together for you! He loves you, Jughe—“

“Loves me?! Just like my mom does?! And my sister?! Just like—“

The words were cut from his line of thought. Before he could finish his sentence, his eyes widened as he captured her image in front of him. Betty’s face held a shocked expression, and because she was the girl who knew him better than he knew himself, she had already figured the end of his unfinished sentence. Jughead watched as her eyes were slowly getting wet, and at that moment, even if he regretted thinking what he thought, the Jones boy just knew he had to rid himself of that weight that would eventually haunt him in the future.

Because even though it may not happen today or tomorrow, It is bound to happen.

‘One day, she will leave you. So why not just hurry things up.’ he thought.

Jughead took a deep breath before resting one hand on his hip. His fingers traced his lower lip, indicating he had made his decision, as he straightened his posture and turned his head so he could fully look at her. Cold, blue eyes — colder than Betty had ever seen them — met her baby, sapphire ones which were filled with dread.

Betty Cooper was beautiful even when she’s on the verge of tears.

Which made things a lot more difficult for Jughead.

“Jughead… What were you sa—“

“Go on, tell me.”

“T-Tell you what?”

“Tell me you don’t love me.” Their hearts skipped a beat. Even if saying such words felt like he was being stabbed, the raven haired boy didn’t back off. He couldn’t. Not anymore.

“What are you talking about? Why would I say that?”

“You may not know it right now, Betty, but there will be a day when you’ll also leave. And it won’t be your fault, really. People leave, eventually. Everyone does, so why don’t we skip a few steps and avoid all that stupid, teenage drama?”

Tears were now falling from her eyes as she was clearly dumbfounded by his words. Betty was completely lost in time and space. and the only thing she was sure of was how much her heart hurt at that moment. She didn’t believe his words, and she knew he didn’t actually mean them. He was hurt, that was all. He was hurt and broken by his repetitive past, and she knew he didn’t really want to hear her saying those words.

He didn’t want her to leave. And she didn’t want to leave either.

Maybe she was just being young and naive, but Betty Cooper felt like her heart would forever belong to him. She was in love with Jughead Jones and she wanted to be with him for the rest of her life. Since they started dating, she could feel a certain happiness she had never felt before, and her heart had never felt lighter. He understands her. He pays attention and he takes away her fears and doubts. She depends on him, and if there’s anyone who couldn’t live without the other, it is the blonde girl.

She loves him deeply, and at that moment, even if he was the one asking, she could not bring herself to lie like that.

Betty was not going to lie. Not to him and not to her heart.

Biting her lower lip, the Cooper girl wiped her tears with the heels of her palms, as her eyes now holding a serious expression. She filled her lungs and took a step closer to him, not feeling intimidated at all.

He was just a broken boy afraid of the future.

And it was time for her to fix that poor child for once and for all.

“I won’t say it. I won’t lie to you and I won’t lie to myself, Jughead. I love you, and not even your fear can change that.”

“My fear won’t change that, Betty. Time will. Time wil—“

“Screw time! I don’t care about how many hours pass, or how many times you tell me to go away, I will never say such a thing to you! I love you. I really do, and I am not going anywhere. Not today and not ever.”

“This is ridiculous. Just give up, Betty.”

“I don’t give up, Jughead. Your father knows it, and you should, too.”

He felt his heart warming up at her speech, and even if he didn’t want to admit, her words had certainly shaken him. They had crawled under his skin and reached the deepest parts of his soul, destroying the wall he had built around his heart. Betty had exposed his deepest fears and secrets, and she was proving him wrong with every new argument.

She was showing him his tragic formula for the future had flaws, and that as long as she was around, he would never live alone in a world without love. Betty, as his girlfriend or simply as his best friend’s neighbor, would never allow him to suffer. Never alone.

And even if it was hard for him to fully understand it at first, eventually, Jughead Jones succumbed to her promises.

He gave up on his rational fear and all because a girl named Betty Cooper fell in love with him. A girl so imperfectly perfect that was even crying for him. For them.

Oh, and how good that felt.

“I don’t give up on people and I certainly won’t give up on you, you idiot! I’ll take care of you…”

“You’re making a big mistake, Betty Cooper.”

“Uh?” Her eyes widened, and before she knew it, Jughead was already standing closer to her. His head was lowered in an affectionate way, and for the first time since she arrived at that trailer, Betty could see the eyes loves so much.

The eyes of the boy with whom she fell in love.

“Betty…” He whispered, looking deep into her gaze. It was clear that he was still a mess, but at least now she knew she had full access to his heart. At least now he wasn’t pushing her away. “This is your last chance. Maybe you should—“

Jughead never got to finish his sentence, for in a blink of an eye, his blonde girlfriend had already wrapped her arms around his torso. Her face was buried in his chest, and he could feel her sobs escaping the depths of her lungs.

What a silly girl, he thought, chuckling, as he protectively wrapped his arms around her.

“Don’t you ever say that to me again!”

“I won’t… ”

“Good…”

She finally lifted her head, glaring at him. Betty seemed to be mad, and if he didn’t know her better, Jughead would say she was about to slap him just like she did with Chuck. His girlfriend could be worse than her mother if she wanted to, and normally, he’d be afraid of that.

But not at that very moment.

“If you say it, I will—“

Her threat was interrupted by the soft sensation his hands left on her cheeks before she felt his lips press against hers. It was a chaste kiss, but judging by how strongly they were both holding on to that moment, it was easy to tell their kiss was deep and filled with emotions. Emotions that neither of them could actually voice to be honest.

It was a mix of relief, fear, insecurity, love, and so many other things that they’d never be able to identify.

That kiss meant the world to them, and that was the only thing that mattered at that moment.

The moment when Jughead Jones knew he would never be alone. Not anymore.

“Thank you, Betty…”

“For what, Jug?”

“For being stubborn enough not to leave.”