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I’m jealous of the stars because they see you more than I can.
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Most to Least Likely to be Able to Deal with Heartbreak
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sora x jaymes
who cooks normally?:
sora is more than happy to eat out every single day, there's a healthy littering of food places around her humble abode. so they go out often. jaymes only cooks to celebrate occasions, breakfast in bed on birthdays. he's gotten quite complacent due to sora's spoiling.
how often do they fight?:
playful things! they have a lot of verbal and intellectual banter. the stuff that always ends up in laughter.
sora only gets upset when jaymes sways into the apartment in the early hours of the morning, smelling of cheap beers and convenience store cigarettes. but their relationship hangs on tenterhooks and they both leave things unsaid and unexplained.
what do they do when they’re away from each other?:
jaymes picks up a small souvenir if he's abroad, just to show he's thought of her at least once. more times than not, it's nothing though. they live life away from each other a lot, and they've slipped into a cold agreement of accepting the bare minimum because of it.
nicknames for each other?:
babe, baby, mine. whispered beneath the sheets, murmured during sunday morning back hugs, sighed after their hands meet and interlace. he likes the way her eyes light up briefly when the words slip out, but keeps them sparse and special. sora... sticks to jaymes. and that's fine by the both of them.
who is more likely to pay for dinner?:
sora.
who steals the covers at night?:
there are no covers. sora got tired of seeing the crumpled pile in the far left of the room morning after morning. so they just crank up the heating a little and sleep next to each other. jaymes' arms engulf sora. they're both tall, so the bed size it good for both of them.
what would they get each other for gifts?:
jaymes loves getting sora jewelry. especially silver. he likes necklaces and bracelets and things with charms. he likes to pretend he's loaded and splash occasionally on really precious stones and pendants. sora is more motherly in her approach, gifting clothes and colognes and that stuff.
who remembers things?:
sora is a lot more concerned with dates and appointments. they both remember, but jaymes cares a lot less -- settles for wherever, whenever.
who cusses more?:
they both cuss excessively. at life, at other people, at expectations, at each other... nothing sums up the feeling like a good ol' swear word.
what would they do if the other one was hurt?:
they're at a union in defeating the enemy. jaymes especially, is prideful. he'd seek out the source of pain, perfect an attack and go at it. hurt in general? like clumsiness? that would evoke sympathy, softer kisses.
who kissed who first?:
jaymes kissed sora first. most definitely. seventh year with a little bit of alcohol in his system.
who made the first move?:
thissssss is a little complicated. it could be either, considering they are an innately carefree, flirty, couple.
who started the relationship?:
jaymes?
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jaymes x hyoyeon
who cooks normally?:
jaymes! but hyoyeon loves to watch, picks up some skills by hanging around and peeling the occasional potato. sometimes jaymes'll do the fancy fire thing in the frying pan just to impress her, other times he's the naked chef. they have a lot of fun in the kitchen.
how often do they fight?:
jaymes like explaining things to her, and sometimes there's a hint of debate involved (just for stimulation), but they rarely really lock horns. they're both people who don't like to be tied down, and find themselves agreeing to disagree on numerous occasions. it's healthy, and they communicate. but jaymes finds it hot when hyoyeon gets mad. sometimes they bicker over where to go on dates, what to eat, etc... but it's quiet little murmurs.
what do they do when they’re away from each other?:
jaymes is in the habit of taking pictures throughout the day, at certain points. even when hyoyeon's the one on vacation and he's at home, he likes to fill her in. make it seem like she's with him or vice versa.
nicknames for each other?:
it's odd because to her face jaymes sticks to hyo, sometimes yeon, but when he's with other people talking about her he gets very affectionate. hyo princessa, nothing like baby or babe... she's a very strong woman so it doesn't seem as fitting. but cute very chirpy terms of endearment.
who is more likely to pay for dinner?:
they split.
who steals the covers at night?:
jaymes is a hurricane and hyoyeon seems to be egged on by the movement -- together they're a mess and by the morning only the sheets remain intact on the bed. so they've learned to utilize the night time a little better, substitute sleep for something else when they can...
what would they get each other for gifts?:
jaymes isn't a hoarder, but when it comes to gifts he's like a cat collecting for his owner. he honestly hasn't the foggiest, so he collects everything and anything that seems suitable. nice bath sets, books, cards. jaymes loves getting cards for hyoyeon, and writing small little snippets of bitesized poetry.
who remembers things?:
they both forget, both stay clueless and attached to each other and pretty happy regardless. it's liberating to broaden specific dates to months, turn conventional rituals on their heads. they honestly couldn't care less what other people think.
who cusses more?:
jaymes. sometimes hyoyeon echoes his swear words, and it's honestly so cute. he'll burn himself and yell fuck, and there'll be a little replying echo of fuck, not far behind but much softer and much higher in pitch and it's cute.
what would they do if the other one was hurt?:
they patch up the open wounds and go hunt down the person who did it together -- two heads are always better than one. both of them have this bond of loyalty and respect. and both morph into balls of fire when angered.
who kissed who first?:
jaymes kissed hyoyeon first. who can resist that veela charm, eh?
who made the first move?:
again jaymes.
who started the relationship?:
i'm thinking this was down to hyoyeon's not so subtle, subtle hinting. after thinking, and winding hyoyeon up a little, jaymes eventually caved and asked her out. for real.
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who cooks normally?:
jaymes doesn't like to spend time cooking, if not for special occasions, and he doesn't trust rei's food. they eat out a lot, or settle for really simplistic stuff jaymes can whip up in five minutes. they've toyed with the idea of a house elf.
how often do they fight?:
sometimes it'll be periods where it's all the time, every single minute. but there's hardly any animosity in it. constant little bickering, and jaymes likes to challenge everything to make sure what they do is logical. and other times, they won't talk at all... just absorb the company of one another, communicate with smiles and laughs and light kicks under the table.
sometimes they physically fight -- usually it's play fighting and just to get rid of bad energy. it hardly ever dips into the realm of real injury.
what do they do when they’re away from each other?:
they aren't a couple to be in constant communication. if it's for a long time, there's the occasional owl with updates and a little letter. they miss each other, but aren't fully sure how to communicate that. especially when their relationship gives the impression of jovial.
nicknames for each other?:
jaymes detests any variation to his name. spits out 'loser' with such affection, you'd think 'lovely' was the dictionary synonym. 'weirdo', 'you', that sort of stuff slips off his tongue, into the atmosphere. he'd bug rei to teach him a couple of japanese words, occasionally say those in conversation too. rei might refer to jaymes by his full name -- jaymes philip morgan -- when he's been a bad boy, 'moron' with a sweet voice to charm, 'moron' underneath his breath too, when they're getting to each other. and jamie, definitely, when he wants to annoy.
who is more likely to pay for dinner?:
rei. no chance in squeezing pennies out of the thrifty londoner when rei earns way more.
who steals the covers at night?:
jaymes does. he sleeps like a tornado, destroying everything in his path. the covers get stolen, and then tossed across the room as he thrashes about. eventually he grasps rei around the waist, falls asleep in the crook of his neck. shame they're off the bed and on the floor by this point.
what would they get each other for gifts?:
jaymes likes bits and bobs, band merchandise, chocolates and key rings. they're not especially personal. sometimes, he brings home muggle gadgets -- random things like an egg squarer. he also brings a fair amount of stories and secrets into the household. cute little anecdotes he shares with no other. without rei, jaymes would probably have little to no clothes -- jeans, underwear, ties and dress robes.
who remembers things?:
rei. he pretends he's forgotten just to test jaymes. jaymes pretends he's forgotten just to wind rei up -- but sometimes he genuinely does forget anniversaries and the like (he's good at bullshitting his way out of stuff though).
who cusses more?:
jaymes.
what would they do if the other one was hurt?:
jaymes is all about social justice, hell yeah! but it depends on how rei got hurt. usually a pat on the bum and a band aid and a little kiss solves everything.
who kissed who first?:
rei kissed jaymes first.
who made the first move?:
jaymes. casual flirting manifested into something tangible.
who started the relationship?:
i'm gonna go with rei on this one.
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Domesticity Meme
If you can think of a ship, i will answer these questions for them
who cooks normally?:
how often do they fight?:
what do they do when they’re away from each other?:
nicknames for each other?:
who is more likely to pay for dinner?:
who steals the covers at night?:
what would they get each other for gifts?:
who remembers things?:
who cusses more?:
what would they do if the other one was hurt?:
who kissed who first?:
who made the first move?:
who started the relationship?:
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Are we gonna do this the magical or muggle way?
gryjaymes said: na, c’mon, let’s …
violence is never the answer unless the question is what is never the answer but if you answer violence you would be wrong because violence is never the answer
….. violence is never the answer never the answer.
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[-- he half smiles. ] why thank you. I was going to start a club but, it would be counter intuitive.
I admire Jaymes sass whenever he’s debating. It’s marvelous.
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WHAT IS THis SHIT
shut UP yifan god you make me so angry
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a letter that i re-wrote (completely) thrice,
The year is 2014 and I’ve discovered one plus one doesn’t equal two.
It’s been odd without you here at Hogwarts; you’re a constant presence I didn’t realize I connected with on such a deep level. Almost spiritual: how I fall asleep with your sighs on my lips, how your eyelashes hold hands with mine in lucid dreams, day dreams, quietly connecting like a puzzle piece. The extended jigsaw metaphor is an exaggeration; we’re whole and complete without one another. But when we console… Calm, complete serenity.
One plus one equals one.
A foretaste of our full potential — physical, emotional, harmony. A level of ease. In this way, I know, we were meant to be. When you can argue, be upset, spar words with someone and still sit down, say ‘I’m angry but I love you, so so much.’ I miss you, I love you so so much. That’s a level of harmony and coexistence so divine, it’s important to recognize it when he stumbles into your life, clad in ice-skating clothes, marching with handcuffs. I can’t explain how liberating it is to feel completely sane with someone. And I’d devour anyone who dared to touch you unconsentually without reservations or hesitance… I’d also let you go without a single regret if it made you happier. You aren’t property, but a complete entity that astounds and awes me to silence. One.
Yuzuru Hanyu.
Such peace.
Read between my lines.
There are never enough words to describe everything. Even with simple things. Like, the specific set of butterflies that flutter when I catch you murmuring to yourself. There isn’t a word for that.
I, Jaymes Morgan, admit to harnessing a whirlwind’s worth of energy. I’m not a peaceful person. But you center me, often, make it easier to think. An addictive gravitation. Break down my ideas, divide concepts, piece them back together slowly, with me, beside me. Build a solid foundation. I feel everything at once when we’re together, of course —!! Passion, need, covetous love. But, there’s an overwhelming sense of tranquility, like it’s okay to feel everything and anything. Does that make sense? I remember why I’m alive, what’s beating underneath the skin covering my chest. It’s comforting to feel everything.
If this world is so big… Why did we meet? That’s really existential, right? And we’re sitting here, contemplating it in our late teens. We’re not the only ones doing so, but to us we’re the only ones who matter. Right now, here. I don’t think you can answer that question in words. It becomes a myriad of touching, breathing, animalistic urges and sensations after a while…
A lot of intimacy that I crave isn’t here now, not that it’s anyone’s fault… But I think about our time together. Running my hands through your hair, a tiny figure curled up like a fetus laying on my lap, dark eyes that reply to mine. And a current of happiness surges through me, something warm rises and spills over. Good spirits that cause a chain reaction. Excitement, surges of blood. That’s what constitutes being alive, right?
A confession: I get madly desirous of your approval. I crave being intimate with you in every way. One heartbeat plus one heartbeat equaling one heartbeat. That in synch. The world hides behind the thumping of one chest. Our chest. When I look at you, I envision kindness, compassion, love, lust, adoration I haven’t known. I’ve seen those things operate outside of each other but you hand me all of them so easily, all at once. I’m struck by it. And I don’t act irrationally, but… There’s a chemical rush when I take your hand. I kiss it afterwards. Just the natural curiosity, me moving closer to things I don’t understand, concepts… A never ending quest for knowledge. The journey counts.
Am I making sense?
It’s important you realize that I’d wait a thousand years.
I love you.
Jaymes Morgan.
P.S. will you date me?
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i miss you so much.
i miss you too.
take over the world if you need to. we'll find each other again, yeh? i'll graduate soon.
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Ok I like HoM but I'm not doin an assignment worth 8 house points
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