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❣️ (from judes!)

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A kiss that conveys emotion.

Cold rock stings through layers of dark fabric, Kris leaning back heavily against the connecting tunnel above the path under him. The lockers were close by and the grating sound of the mechanism in the Nerve Center lay beyond the closed doors next to him. Chords vibrate and sing next to him, reminding him of the stakes in this game. 

His head hurts and his ears sound flooded with the stress of the Shape being so close. He swears that there’s a fire behind his eyelids, but after a few moments it finally disappears and he regains his focus. Heartbeats calm and he dares to lean over the side of the edge and look below. Nothing. 

In the distance, he hears the heavy footfalls of the other two running up the stairs towards the surface. They have the first fire in their hands, ready to can it and be done with the mission. Things have been hectic and there were too many Lucids in the underground tonight. Things went sideways and Jude was caught in the crossfire, getting captured and slept by the Angel.

Kris takes his grappling hook and attaches it to the ledge, tossing the rope down and giving it a tug to test the integrity of the hold before climbing down. Boots touch down next to a pile of trash, not spotting anything useful. He pulls his grapple down and attaches it to his belt before pushing open the door to the locker room.

Nobody was in here but Jude. The red door in the back corner makes Kris nervous about trying to retrieve him so close by, but there wasn’t much else for him to do in this case. He’s careful in his approach, the tiled floor clicking softly with each step. 

Jude’s not really going anywhere, standing in one spot and swaying softly. Every now and then his hands reach out as if to catch his balance. Kris gets in front of him and stares at him for a long moment before grabbing his face. He holds him still and waits for him to wake up but after a solid minute, he starts wondering if it’s not working. The bright red floodlights saturate their forms in succeeding patterns. It’s eerily quiet aside from the sounds the lights make.

The buzz of his phone indicating the mission was over and it was time to leave breaks him from his confused train of thought. Kris lets go of Jude to check the screen, noting which exit they needed to meet up at and he curses under his breath. Blue eyes search his friend’s face for any sign of consciousness but nothing greets him. Kris knows Jude is a heavy sleeper but this was not the time for such a trait to show its stubbornness. 

His hands come back up to Jude’s face and he rubs his thumbs over his cheeks softly. Teeth catch his lip as he debates with himself how to wake him up without hurting him. (It’d be easy to just shake him or push him into the lockers, but that wasn’t something he wants to do.) A few pats to the cheek and he sighs when nothing happens. Hands grasp Jude’s shoulders and he shakes him softly, then a little harder so his whole body lurches and tries to steady itself. Nothing.

Another buzz of his phone in his pocket and Kris starts feeling a little more desperate. The longer he waits, the more likely the Shape might come back to try and catch him away from the other kids. 

“Jude. I need you to wake up. Jude. Jude!” 

Kris curses under his breath again and he gets closer to him, wrapping his arms around the shorter man and holding him close. The sides of their heads rest against each other and he briefly mimics the little swaying motion Jude naturally does when he’s not influencing him. A million and one thoughts run through his mind but he does know that he refuses to leave him behind.

He pulls back a bit and tries to reason with himself. Things aren’t going to end how he wants them to and attempting to drag Jude around while he’s asleep isn’t going to work when there are stairs and ladders between them and the exit. He figures that despite his efforts, he’s still giving himself the excuse to try something else--that he’s not speaking loud enough for Jude to hear him and he’s not being forceful enough, in the end, to really wake him up. Of course he’ll beat himself up for the idea, but in the end, it leaves him with the option that he’s been thinking about for a while now (even if Jude wasn’t in need of saving.)

Hands grab ahold of Jude’s face again, cupping his cheeks and holding his hair away from his eyes. Lips press to Jude’s and he closes his eyes while hoping (praying--a hint of confidence sparking inside of him from the multi-faceted danger he faced at the moment.) He holds the action for as long as it takes, forcing himself to relax more until it’s less desperate and a bit more careful. Mouths caught in a simple, gentle motion.

It might have taken the full minute--just like his previous attempt of keeping him still--but this time he feels the flutter of eyelashes on his cheek and he does his best to remain calm. Heat flushes his cheeks and ears when he feels the initial receptiveness of Jude being awake finally and Kris lets his hands fall away so he can pull away if he wants to. 

Kris keeps his eyes closed, afraid to face the repercussions if Jude decided he wasn’t about all of this, but he doesn’t hesitate in continuing to kiss him despite him having woken up.

It’s the first time he’s ever been so direct in expressing his feelings for Jude. Everything before this was all subtle and half-assed things hidden behind the guise of friendship (holding hands, spending nights together, taking him out.) He’d be lying if he didn’t admit he was extremely anxious as to how his best friend would react. 

He doesn’t regret making everyone wait, however, even if impending danger was literally around the corner.

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nobody deserves gossip smh it will only perpetuate the petty behavior so why do it?? ur all beautiful send tweet

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for future reference there IS such a thing as too many chocolate chip pancakes...

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@ghourrrl:

jude stole the last fukin krispy traet so i stole this n givin it 2 u

dont ask questions abt it krissy

The paper is a little crumpled in his fingers, the old watercolors having bent the fiber of the paper. Eyes scan the entirety of the page, confusion etched on his face but eventually melting away into something like fondness.

“Can’t really… believe this, but…” It was right in front of him. If he ever wanted a more clear clue that Jude also might be into him, the only thing that would top this would be Jude telling him himself. 

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Send to get a kiss from my muse!

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Send ❤️ for a romantic kiss. Send 🖤 for a neck kiss Send 💚 for a familial kiss Send 💙 for an accidental kiss Send 💜 for a platonic kiss Send 💛 for hand kiss Send 💝 for a a kiss on the forehead  Send 💞 for a dip kiss Send 💓 for a cheek kiss Send 💟 for a kiss on a wound Send 💔 for a bite on the lip Send 💘 for a kiss goodbye Send 💗 for a good morning or goodnight kiss Send 💕for a deep, passionate kiss Send ❣️ for a kiss that conveys an emotion Send 💖 for an anniversary Send 😍 for a kiss in greeting Send 🤜 for a punch in the kisser Send 🍝 for a food-based kiss Send 💋 for a kiss of the receiver’s choice

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ghourrrl replied to your post: 

haha gay

sal!!! stop it. :(

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👕 + 😛 ( from jude! )

@viridigone

There’s a sudden pull at his waist, confusion crossing Kris’ face before looking down and seeing his belt loop pulled out by the small metal clasp attached to it. Jude was holding onto the chain which normally dangled by his leg–how he got a hold of it so quickly without him noticing was a feat in itself.Kris looks over at him and as soon as their eyes meet Jude is sticking his tongue out at him. The taller teen gives a short scoff and a coy smile, lips quirking to one side while he tries not to look too taken by him. Teeth catch his inner lip to keep him from saying anything too soon.After a moment he just shakes his head and laughs softly.“Don’t wanna get lost? Is that it?”

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🐈 Lean against my muse’s side

It hadn’t been any more hectic than any other night, but running around the town was enough to make any of them tired. A break here and there between the dangers of ever-listening adults, they sit upon a roof while Ro leans against him.“You good? I got some extra candy if you need the boost.” A light chuckle.Things should be winding down from here, though. They were lucky they didn’t need to traverse the maze tonight, stuck with some basic break-in investigation that happened in one of the houses. Whoever’s room that had been… it was totally trashed.

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1. what would completely break your character?

Having everything he’s worked for ripped from his hands. He’s worked hard on his image, his life perspective, and his worldviews. The people he’s gotten close to mean a lot to him and if they were to leave or distrust him it would break his heart. Kris is pretty soft on the inside with a projected tough exterior. His family still means a lot to him too so everything that’s going on in the town stresses him out. If everyone were to turn their backs on him and ostracize him, it would probably ruin him.

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YOU CAN NOT RUN FOREVER, CHILD.

A sense of foreboding pricks at the back of his mind, sweat chilled at his neck. He can’t let himself be distracted by the words behind his eyes, the words that pervade his mind. Nothing they say can make him stop fighting, but he knows that it’s all a very real danger none-the-less.“I’ll keep running until you catch me,” he whispers under his breath.

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it’s that pink time of year... #blackvalentines

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Space aesthetic⭐🌙✨

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