picking up new habits

You’re In Love With Him But He Likes Your Best Friend: Part 2

A/N: This is a filler chapter. Meaning, this is much shorter than part 1. Do not feel dishearted, there will be a longer, more detailed part 3. 

Part 1

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“Are you ever going to speak to me?”

Y/n freezes as she hears Harry’s voice ask her the question she’s been dreading to answer.

It’s been two weeks since she’s heard that voice. It may sound rougher now, more stern and harsh than it normally is as it growls behind her at the counter of Lexi’s bar, but it’s still the first time she’s heard it in two weeks.

After her sober confessions to a very tipsy, slumberous Harry, Y/n had to understand what it truly meant to move on.

At first, she thought she would still be able to be around him as she searched for ways to rid her feelings. She distracted herself, mostly. She would interact more with Savannah than she would Harry, and even started picking up new habits whenever she felt her emotions creeping in. Anything that reminded her of him was disregarded entirely so that the only time he was able to consume her thoughts was whenever he was near her.

For the first couple weeks, she was holding up quite well, considering the circumstances. She was able to contain her emotions and take her mind off of the raging heartache that kept burning in her chest.

But it wasn’t much long after that night when Savannah and Harry finally became official, and if Y/n wasn’t anguished before, she surely was then. She was forced to witness the transition of their relationship in hindsight. What was once casual flirting and innocent touches turned into secretive giggles and loving hand gestures.

It was as if her heart broke all over again. What seemed to be almost completely mended was destructed all at once. The chase between Harry and Savannah was over, and reality set in that Harry was happy and in love with someone that wasn’t Y/n.

Watching them together was Y/n’s most devastating nightmare, and the thought of that alone meant she couldn’t mentally handle being alone anymore. With all of the emotions built up inside of her, being alone for Y/n meant enduring the pain and suffering she didn’t want to feel anymore. She just wanted it all to end, everything.

The earliest hours of the morning wrecked her the most. With only the moon illuminating the room and the radio silence throughout her house gave Y/n no choice but to be alone with her thoughts. She wasn’t loved, and no matter how many nights she’s tried to convince herself that this wasn’t the end, it was.

She had to let Harry go, completely this time. She gave up on him entirely because she couldn’t keep loving him when he didn’t love her. Not anymore, not like that.

She keeps her back to him as he heaves heavy breaths, eyes sending daggers and teeth clenched from his crippling frustration. 

“It’s Thursday, I see,” Harry grumbles before giving her the chance to answer, jaw locked as his fingers grip harshly around a stray, unfinished glass of alcohol. “You never work Thursdays. ’S this where your Friday shifts went?”

There’s an unpleasantly rough tone in his voice that makes Y/n’s breath hitch in her throat. She’s never witnessed this side of him, filled with anger and exasperation. He’s always been so soft and gentle, never having the heart to speak down to someone. But here he is, eyes dark with anger and words spewing venomously from his lips.

And as much she hates to admit it, she can’t blame him for being so angry with her. She knows she means the most to him—even if it’s not in a romantic sense—she’s become such an important part of his life. Ever since they met, she took in the truth about his past, understood the feelings and thoughts he’s carried all through his years, and was able to provide him with anything she was able to when he needed her most. She was one of the very few people he trusted and felt most comfortable with in his life. She was irreplaceable, he’d always tell her, nobody could compare to her. She meant everything.

And then, she left him. She distanced herself so far away from him until it was as if she was never apart of his life. She ignored him and all his attempts to reach out to her again. It hurt her tremendously, knowing that what they had together was completely and utterly helpless, but she never questioned how Harry felt about it. She did what was easiest for her and never thought about it twice. She left him so that he can be happy, but as he stands so tensely and confused before her, she can’t help but blame herself what’s happened between them.

She nods her head softly, still refusing to look up at him as she gathers all the used glasses in front of her, making herself seem distracted so she doesn’t have to make much effort into speaking to him.

“I—uh, yeah. Friday nights were getting hectic and I couldn’t keep up with the late hours. I thought Savannah told you.”

It’s a lie. A shitty, impulsive lie that Harry almost finds humorous. Of course, Y/n switched her Friday night shift. She felt as if she had no choice. She couldn’t bare to look at him with Savannah another goddamn second, and he thought of spending Friday nights with Harry without being alone with him and going to the 24-hour movie theater together was enough to make her sick to her stomach.

“She did,” he clicks his tongue, eyes narrowing as he watches her scramble around the bar, “didn’t have to, though. I knew she was lying.”

Y/n’s actions halt for a moment, a feeling of dread flowing in her veins before she goes back to cleaning off the bar, disregarded his statement completely.

Harry knows Y/n’s been avoiding him, she hasn’t exactly made it as subtle as she thought. Their entire friendship changed, and Harry knows he wasn’t the one ruining it.

The morning after Y/n drove Harry back from the bar, all he could really remember clearly was falling asleep with Y/n. There were other bits he remembered, but that was really the only moment that came to him when he woke up. And he was confused when he woke up alone because, in all honesty, he was looking forward to waking up next to her. It was all his drunk mind thought of, and that terrified him.

When Y/n started distancing herself from him, Harry kept wondering what he had done wrong. She was fine with Savannah, keeping up with their lives as usual. But she was different with Harry—closed off, in a way, and it made him feel something he’s never felt in his life before.

He was confused, to say the least. Because when he was kissing down the bare chest of the woman of his dreams, he couldn’t stop daydreaming about Y/n, and how he hasn’t heard her voice and how he hasn’t felt her in so long.

He had Savannah wrapped around his finger, yet he still felt as if everything about it was wrong. He changed when Y/n left him, because even when he was around the most loving company, he felt alone.

He was helpless. As much as he tried to love Savannah, Y/n was always in the back of his head. She was there, all the time, trapped in his mind with no escape route. 

At first, he was confused—upset and lost without Y/n. He didn’t know life without her would feel so lonely, so empty and incomplete. It was strange, not knowing how to live his life without her. He’d never expected her disappearance to be such a hindrance to him, but it was. Oh, how it was.

Then, he was angry—angry because as many times as he tried to get her to speak to him again, she never came back. She was gone, forever.

Now, he’s hurt. So damaged by her leaving his side, so incomplete and destroyed without her with him anymore. His heart is heavy with sadness and he couldn’t let himself feel this way anymore. 

He needs her, no matter how wrong and pathetic it sounds, he needs her. 

“So you gonna tell me why you’ve been avoiding me, or am I gonna have to force it out of you?” he seethes, nose flaring as he tries to steady his uneven breath.

Y/n shakes her head ignorantly, a flash on innocence in her eyes as she does so. But she damn knows well what he’s talking about, and her oblivion drives him crazy.

“I don’t—I don’t know what you’re talking ab—“

“Oh, fuck off with it!” Harry spits, slamming his closed fist down on the wooden counter.

He doesn’t seem to care about how sudden the bar falls silent, or the glisten of fear in Y/n’s eyes when she finally looks up at him. All he can seem to care about is how much pain he feels, all over. All he can think about is how now, after the last two weeks of not being able to understand why he cares so goddamn much, he’s finally able to feel some sense of sanity being in front of her now.

“You know what you’re doing to me, Y/n! You know damn fucking well what you’re fucking doing and—“

“Harry, please.” Y/n whispers and she isn’t sure as to whether or not she’s begging him to lower his voice or begging for him to understand.

“And it’s not fair!” he cries out, tears of frustration overflowing from his eyes as he grips tightly onto his hair.

His breaking point is approaching, he feels it. He feels it with every breath he takes and every word that emits from his mouth. His heart twists and breaks as he expresses every feeling that’s been consuming him for the past two weeks. He needs her to know what she’s doing to him, needs her to know how he feels in this moment.

“I did nothing to you and you keep pushing me away and that’s not fair because I don’t know how to live without you. Isn’t that something?! I don’t know what to do without you, and you know that!”

Suddenly, his head falls in his hands as he begins to sob. Complete heart-wrenching sobs, making his chest tight and breathing shallow.

Y/n reaches her hand out for him, her fingers clasping harshly around his wrist. Her own eyes start to brim with tears as she watches him sob below her, his body shaking with undying cries. She swallows harshly when he grabs ahold of her hand, bringing her palm against his forehead. His lips reach to kiss her wrist softly, quickly refraining from keeping them there longer.

To touch her, for the first time, is every answer he needs. She’s the only one to make him feel this way—she’s the only one to drive him to the brink of insanity and resurface him back to clarity. She has power over him he never understood until now, after he’s lost her.

“I don’t know why it hurts this much, Y/n,” He cries, his eyes squeezing shut as he inhales sharply, “I’ve never been more confused in my life.”

She chokes on her cries as she nods her head softly, her free hand reaching up to rake her fingers through his hair. Her lips shake from their craving to touch him, watching as he weakens beneath her. 

She’s missed him, in the most desperate of ways. She’s missed every part of him, and every atom in her body yearned to feel him again. Whether it was to feel the warmth of him from a distance or to feel his skin ignite her, she wanted every part of him against her. If she wasn’t with him, she was missing him, and craving him with every breath she took. 

Her lips press tentatively to his forehead, her breath fanning through his hair as she does so. The action is quick, leaving just as quickly as it comes, but it carries sentimental meaning for the both of them.

Harry frowns, his heart thumping in his chest. He looks up into her eyes, filled with concern and sanity as she maps his features.

“It’s been ever since me and Savannah got together.” He mumbles, eyes watching her face as it pales slightly at his words. “You haven’t spoken to me since.”

Her eyes flutter shut as he speaks, finding it completely pointless to try and make him believe otherwise. He deserves to know, one way or another, and even if it’s now, she feels like she’s already lost him. There isn’t much she’d be losing now, anyways. He was never hers.

“Please leave, Harry.” She whispers.

She backs away from him, her touch leaving him was like a gunshot to his chest. It’s a feeling he’s felt all too much that he can’t bare to feel again. 

His heart breaks as he watches her begin to cry, her usual glistening eyes now filled with tears of sorrow. He shakes his head, squeezing his eyes shut as he tentatively takes a step closer to her.

He’s desperate, and he doesn’t care how weak he seems. He’s desperate to see where he’s missed it all along, to know how long he’s been making her feel this way. He’ll never forgive himself for all the pain he’s caused her, for all her nights alone when all she wanted was to be with him.

He could have done so much to change this. If he had just listened to his heart from the beginning, this would all be different now. If he hadn’t been so blind, they would both be happy right now.

“Love, I—“

“Don’t.” she whispers, her voice cracking as she speaks, “Please, don’t.“

She isn’t exactly sure what she’s saying—isn’t quite sure what she’s begging him not to do. Maybe it’s the nickname he’s always called her that makes her stomach twist a bit more, or how he’s trying to make her feel better that makes her eyes sting with a fresh new wave of tears, or how he looks at her now the way he never did before that makes her throat tighten around a sob. Whatever it is that makes her beg, she can’t  handle it anymore.

“I’m trying, Y/n,” He whispers, “please.”

“Please just—“ her eyes flutter shut as she speaks, “just leave me alone.”

Harry lets out an unsteady breath, his green eyes brimmed with red as he watches her begin to sob. 

He nods, because he can’t let himself keep doing this to her. If he keeps trying with her in her current state of mind, she won’t be able to think properly. She’ll be a wreck, more so than she is now, and he can’t find it in his heart to do that. Even if it means fighting for her.

“It’s not worth it, you know.” He whispers, his eyes staring lovingly into hers, “Being with her, it’s not worth it if it means losing you.”

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  • It's Cold Out Here: Have you ever been rejected?
  • The Waterboy Returns: Have you ever been caught in a downward spiral?
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No Escape

Genre: Apocalypse Au / Future Fluff / Future Angst / Future Smut

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Word Count: 2,140

Warnings: Mentions of dead bodies and blood, gory 

“Find some food Y/n. Find shelter and water. If you see anyone that’s not dead, don’t approach them. Don’t trust anyone.”

Masterlist ♥︎

Ask/Request

Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

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BUT I’M WEAK

AND WHAT’S WRONG WITH THAT?

BOY OH BOY I LOVE IT WHEN I FALL FOR THATTT

mellarkablegirl  asked:

for a prompt request: single mom katniss takes her infant daughter to college because her babysitter cancels , and her classmate Peeta helps take care of the kid so K can concentrate. .

So this took me a loooong time, and I’m sorry for that, @mellarkablegirl. I had some trouble with this prompt because it’s a little out of my comfort zone and I tweaked it a little bit. I hope that’s okay and that it’s worth the wait.

A HUGE thank you to @papofglencoe for the quick beta work and encouragement!!<3

Enjoy!

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Sirius picked up a new habit and Remus doesn’t know how he feels about it.

*TRIGGER FOR SMOKING*

Sirius : You okay, moony?

Remus : hm? *clears throat* um, Y-Yeah. It’s just a bit… Hot

Sirius : … It’s like 30 degrees in here…

Sirius :  So… is this because of the full moon or…. Something else? 

Sirius : Moony?!

Sirius : … Is that a yes? 

Sirius : …….. MOONY!

Use The Spare Bedroom

Summary: Phil starts bringing boys home. Dan starts tweeting song lyrics. 

Word Count: 3436

A/N: List of songs referenced at the end. 


It started one Friday night. Dan was sprawled out on the couch. Laptop up and open to tumblr. He was settled for the night.

Then Phil came out of his room. He was in black jeans and a button up shirt.

‘I’m going out with some friends from uni.’ He announced.

'Oh.’ Dan took a few moments to process the information. 'Since when?’

'About forty-five minutes ago. I got a message and I thought why not?’

'Why not.’ Dan echoed.

'So… I’m not sure how late we’ll be out. Don’t wait up for me.’

'Ok.’

Dan didn’t normally get to bed until about 2am on a normal night. He sort of thought he would see Phil come in before he headed off to retire for the night. But at 1.30am when he was heading off there was still no sign of Phil whatsoever.

He was woken up at 3am to the sound of a door slamming.

'Sshh.’ Followed by a giggle. 'My roommate is asleep.’

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Avenging Angel: Part 21

Summary: You’ve spent the last five years on a dangerous mission to solve the crime that wrongly imprisoned your father. When the Winchesters find you half-frozen on the side of a mountain, they make it their own mission to save your life and make sure you stay alive. But after five years of uncovering horribly dark secrets, you’ve learned not to trust anyone. Especially people who seem like they have good intentions.

Word Count: 1880

Warnings: None

Part 1Part 2Part 3Part 4 Part 5Part 6Part 7Part 8Part 9Part 10Part 11Part 12Part 13Part 14Part 15Part 16Part 17Part 18Part 19 – Part 20


Braxton Covington was making it so very hard to remember that you were on a mission. Maybe you’d been starved of physical contact like this for too long, but every touch on the dance floor seemed to lower your inhibitions and make you forget why you should be wary of him.

The last time someone had paid attention to you like this was your college boyfriend, junior year. But even his touch hadn’t made you crave for more and feel as wanted as Braxton’s was right now.

It was in the way he gripped your hand to pull you back to him every time you teasingly started dancing away. The way his hand flattened against your stomach, holding your back against his muscular chest. The heavy breaths in your ear as he rolled your body with his.

There was no question. Braxton knew what he was doing on the dance floor.

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anonymous asked:

Not to mention that touka let nishki, that became the known serpent, stay in re: when he was the one who said he would leave forever after the anteiku raid. This is probably touka's new habit of picking up 'stray cats'(something she said yoshimora is known of in the tg jail when he took in rio). Do you ever just stop to think about the beautiful things touka did by building re, and how it explains nishki's loyalty to her? It just kinda reminds me of yoshimora with koma and irimi.

i totally agree! i think touka had that same effect on nishiki, the one yoshimura had over koma&irimi, and i think it’s beautiful, i really really love their friendship and it slowly improved to become what it is now. 

bigbadmama  asked:

how can i celebrate ostara on a budget. im hella broke but i neeeeed to do something.

Celebrating Sabbats can actually be insanely cheap. You’d be surprised. Some general info, Ostara is all about new beginnings. The earth is new, babies are being born and it’s beautiful.

Discounted holidays items. Yep, Ostara falls around Easter, so after Easter grab all those highly discounted and on sale items at your local store. This is great after the fact if you should need to restock items and such.

Go outside. Ostara is all about spring. Use newly blossoming flowers on your altar. Worship nature. Take a walk/hike in the woods/nature trail. Go to the beach. Do things that are nature specific. 

Celebrate Easter. Easter and Ostara are more or less the same in many aspects. So, if you have items for Easter, you may already have stuff for Ostara. 

Say prayers. You don’t need a fancy altar, or anything expensive to celebrate sabbats. So, go outside, and say some prayers for the world. They can be personal or generic. 

Start something new, or stop something harmful. Ostara is a great time to pick  up a new hobby, and stop that pestering habit. 

Spring cleaning. Cleaning your home, or personal space is a great way to celebrate. New, clean space. New, clean beginnings. 

Hope this helps.

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Letters Never Sent

Derek writes love letters. They’re not to anyone. It’s just a habit he picked up in New York, when he was alone and going crazy with the feeling of being hemmed in by all that pavement and glass that didn’t give a shit about anyone, alive or dead. Laura hadn’t counted. How could he talk to her? She’d hate him if she knew.

They started off being to the idea of Kate, the person she was supposed to be: someone a little better than him, hotter and older and smarter. But with a soul, this time. Someone who’d never hurt him, and who’d know what to do about the mess that’s suddenly his life. Love you, can’t wait to hear from you, he used to sign them, and imagine the replies she would write. He even came up with a name, but it could just as well have been “not-Kate” for all the meaning it held. Amanda or something. He doesn’t even remember. He dropped it such a long time ago.

They’re not about Kate anymore, or Amanda. He doesn’t want hero worship, and he writes to someone who’s flawed, like him. Who maybe doesn’t have all the answers, but who’d try. The important thing is that Derek can tell this person anything - anything - and it’s okay. They still love him.

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i can’t believe isak and even are going to get married. like it honestly just hit me. i’ve always thought of them as teens and it never really occurred to me that one day they’ll grow up and change and they’ll like different things and pick up different habits and see new sights and learn new lessons but… the one thing that’ll never change is that they’ll always have each other. du er ikke alene was always a life promise ❤️

Anchor

A moment on the Stan o’ War II, post-finale, where one of those better-left-buried memories of Stan's rears its ugly head. Luckily, Ford’s well-versed enough by now to handle it. Brotherly fluff with a touch of hurt/comfort because I can’t resist.


Tap. Tap. Tap.

Ford paused in sketching out the ship’s course for the following day’s journey, fingers curling around his feather pen. He had a knack for drowning out background noise whenever he became intent on his writing, a habit picked up from working in rowdy New Jersey classrooms and then even rowdier community colleges.

Certainly, if he could study for his doctorate during the week leading to spring break, he could ignore his brother’s attempts at breaking his admittedly impressive paddle ball record.

After another ten minutes of continuous tapping, however, Stanford began to suspect that he’d overestimated his abilities.

He groaned. “Stanley, would you please stop that incessant racket?”

“What?” said Stan innocently. “I’m entertaining myself. No harm, no foul.”

Staking his head, Ford asked tartly, “Where did you even get that toy?”

“Found it,” Stan replied, shrugging.

Which basically translated to, “You stole it.”

His brother smirked, utterly unabashed. Ford snorted.

“Better not bring the Coast Guard down on our heads again, knucklehead.” Or as his brother so fondly called them, the Ocean Police.

“For what, aggravated paddle ball theft?”

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assault and pepper

summary: The new stray she picked up had a bad habit of leading a frontal assault. Luckily, Marinette knew how to fight back.
a/n: I have a shift tomorrow and I really don’t want to go~! So please have a cute one-shot on me whilst I go cry internally~!


Having the ability to glide through the cityscape certainly had it’s perks.

True, there was the downsides of being one of the shoulders of responsibility for a city when authority couldn’t be there, and there were the times of frustration where she would cry out why she had to be the one to give up aspects of a normal life to carry out the burden (usually preceded by a nightmare of death wearing the faces of everyone she loved), but she couldn’t deny that, in spite of that, she wouldn’t trade it for the world. 

One of those perks being the stray alley cat that often came in through her window, cloaked in the veil of night, with that familiar glint in his eye. 

“Hello, Princess.” He would grin, perched on her sill.

And the nights would begin–excitedly–as usual. 

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  • Me: *picks up a new habit* *goes through fandoms to find which fictional character I've picked it up from*

anonymous asked:

More royal Percabeth, pretty please?

part of the pjo royal au!


They celebrate.

It’s not much - extra rations, singing, music, mages showing off - but it doesn’t need to be. The important part is breaking the monotony. Rewarding the soldiers for the gruelling, thankless task of trading the border back and forth, of holding their ground, but making no discernable progress.

All for this. Annabeth eyes her best friend (and best spy) fussing over the Prince of Olympus’ injuries, and wonders at the price royalty commands. Jason Grace, hero of the people, leading the remnants of his army and any citizens they could pick up along the way through the hordes of Tartarus until they could meet up with the mixed Athenian and Atlantean forces.

An impressive warrior and not a half-bad strategist, but he never would have made it through without his General, or the efforts of the bastard prince of Elysium. General Reyna is in deep, uncharacteristically animated chatter with the Commander of the Silver Hunters, but the boy - Nico - has almost become one with the shadows.

Suspicion creeps up the back of her neck. She doesn’t ignore it - she hasn’t survived as Queen of Athens since she was a teenager by suppressing her instincts - but she does remind herself that rumoured abilities and a creepy demeanor do not a Tartarian make. The boy has lost nearly everything, and abandoned the rest on a fool’s quest to save the bedraggled pieces of Olympus from the fate of Elysium and the rest of the Lower State League.

Listening to the revelry around her, Annabeth has to concede; maybe not such a fool’s quest after all.

“So, O Great and Wise Strategist Queen.” Perseus Jackson, first of his name, etc etc, flops onto the log next to her. “How are you feeling about the victory you’ve won us?”

She’s noticed something, in the months since meeting this man. So many rulers - Zeus comes to mind - are intent on taking credit for things they didn’t have a hand in. Even Annabeth is intent on taking credit for things that she does bring about.

Percy has a tendency to downplay things he has every right to take the credit for. Annabeth sighs, sipping at her mead. Out here, it’s safer to drink than water, although she’s leery of giving the soldiers drink that might affect their state of mind. “I couldn’t have done it without you,” she tells the campfire burning a dance into her line of sight.

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is picking up new (low effort) habits relatively easily a high Si thing? like I feel like I internalize address changes or new work policies pretty quickly compared to most people who talk about them. I feel like this indicates either that there’s some aspect of my type I haven’t solidified yet or that there’s an important thing about SJs that doesn’t get talked about enough

angarebel  asked:

eyezooms KISS

★・゚: *✧ FIRST THREE IN MY INBOX GET A FREE SMOOCH  (3/3)

            her heart races; skipping a beat as she watches him from a distance leaning against the balcony on aya. jaal always was a sweetheart towards everybody, always giving genuine compliments to whomever he found to be good company. it’s something she admired about him – that openness about his emotions and feelings of which he expresses valiantly.

            she, of course, wasn’t as good with showing her feelings as much as him, but his presence seems to have caused her to have a bit more openness than before. in the milky way, sara might shove off feelings with sarcasm, acting as if those emotions weren’t there. but now, in a new galaxy surrounded with a race whose whole species revolves around expressing their true feelings, it’s hard not to pick up a new habit.

            surely, if a punch to the face expressed anger & a bear hug represented happiness —- would a kiss be gratitude? perhaps not, but the pathfinder decides to take the plunge anyways. the angara of her crew has been a shoulder to cry on & a dear friend to her ever since she met him ( of course there was that bit of hostility in the beginning, a given considering the history with the kett ).

            ryder approaches slowly & rather shyly, a way to give herself some time to decide if she really wants to do this. it’s not like she hasn’t kissed someone out of the blue before, but all of those were times in pursuit of pleasure. this is DIFFERENT.

            finally, sara stands in front of jaal. reaching up on tip toes ( she’s far shorter than most people ) sara leans in, placing lips on his. the texture of his skin is different from her own yet still fairly pleasant and her eyes close as she takes in the moment before moving back, a small blush on her cheeks.

         ———-  ❛ thanks, jaal. for everything you’ve done for me.