#I give you the chocolate guy (detested)

[pannman]

Valentines Day Off

Queer platonic Alastor x Reader

Summary: reader detests Valentines day but it seems everyone around them is obsessed with it... well almost everyone

Cw: Alastor being sadistic, reader hating Valentines day, Alastor showing genuine emotions, suggestive stuff regarding Angel Dust and his "activities"

You were never into romance. It felt like everyone around you had some kind of disease and you were somehow immune. It drove you crazy how love made people act so stupid. So that being said Valentines day was the worst. Even in hell Valentines fever spread around like a virus. Angel was particularly busy with work this time of year from filming a Valentines day porno special and from taking on a multitude of "lonely single clients". Kinda sad that Valentines day makes single people so extra lonely that they feel the need to HIRE company. Charlie and Vaggie were extremely affectionate towards each other lately.

Charlie was very excited to be hosting a Valentines day dance at the hotel. What was this? Highschool? You sure as hell weren't gonna be there watching everybody either cling to their partners like velcro or whine about wishing they had a partner. At least that's what you tried to say until Vaggie made it very clear that Charlie worked very hard on this event and EVERYONE would be attending. Whether they like it or not. Angel tried to argue he would be far too "busy" on Valentines day. But Vaggie insisted he at least stop by for an hour. To which he agreed. Reluctantly. Husk was not the most romantic guy as well. But he seemed a little more dazed and upbeat lately. It seemed as though it was worse when he was talking to Ange- oh no...

Your sudden realization that your no romance buddy this evening was actually head over heels in love felt like a gut punch. You tried to find someone. ANYONE who wasn't affected by this stupid holiday. Lucifer was single. But you walked in on him crying while drinking wine and looking at a picture of Lilith and got the feeling he didn't want to be bothered. "What? What do you need help with?" He said trying VERY hard to pretend like nothing just happened

"Ugghhh.... nothing!" You awkwardly walked back out. There had to be SOMEONE! you decided to just dawn your best party clothes and get it over with. The party was filled with pink and red decorations. And there was a chocolate fountain. As well as a charcuterie board covered in cheese, crackers, fruit, veggies, and salami. Well the snack table might need to some company tonight, you thought. You headed on over and began to stuff your face.

"Eating our crippling loneliness away are we?" You almost choked on the Swiss cheese and pepper jack flavored crackers in your throat when you were startled by Alastor clearly trying to get a rise out of you. Though it wasn't working. "No, I'm just not a big fan of Valentines day. People act so dumb today" you replied nonchalantly. Alastor grinned at you eyes narrowing as if trying to detect some sort of lie. "I find it quite entertaining myself. Fools tormenting themselves every year over something as trivial as relationship status especially today" he laughed maliciously. Of course Alastor got sick pleasure out of people who were particularly miserable on Valentines day.

And he came here to make YOU miserable. Maybe you can give him a little taste of his own medicine. "Pretty hypocritical for someone who's clearly alone tonight. Where's YOUR special someone?" You tried to turn it around on him but he seemed unfazed. "I'm afraid those particular activities and relationships do not interest me. I've never been a fan of this holiday. Aside from the perks of watching the loneliest of sinners suffer." Alastor seemed to have the same opinions as you (Other than enjoying the suffering of others) and you felt a little better knowing that.

"I don't like this holiday much either. I really didn't want to come to this party. Although the food is good" you admitted. You noticed a slight change in Alastor's expression even with his gigantic smile making it hard to tell. "I have an idea. Why don't you and I ditch this party and take the rest of the night off. I know a restaurant that has even better food than this" he suggested.

You weren’t sure going to a restaurant with HIM was a good idea. "It's-it's not people in the food is it?" You asked him nervously. Alastor laughed "Ha! Of course not! It's far from Cannibal Town. It's a quaint little diner that happens to make the best southern comfort food in the pentagram" he seemed to find your unease amusing but you didn't sense he was being dishonest about the food. And to be honest it sounded delicious right now. Far better than munching on little horderves.

"But what about Charlie and Vaggie?" You asked with concern. "They'll be fine! They have plenty of party guests to attend to. They might not even notice we're missing. Enjoy yourself now and deal with the consequences later. That's what I always say" he joked. "I've never heard you say that once" you said unamused but continued "but, sure! Let's go!" And with a snap of his fingers you were outside a cute little diner named "Honey's Homecooking". The place was dead. Two waitresses and a chef in the back. One or two regulars and that was it. You stepped inside and could smell the food already

You and Alastor sat at a booth and a lady (who seemed to know Alastor) came by and handed you both a menu. "Hello Alastor" she said sweetly. "Hello Honey! I'm here with my good friend y/n! I'll take a black coffee to start"

You scanned the drinks on the menu for a second before ordering. "I'll take a coffee as well two sugars, one cream" it was late to be drinking coffee but you wanted to mirror Alastor for some reason. "Coming right up! Have a look at those menus and let me know if you're ready to order when I come back" she winked and walked off

"So that must be the lady who owns this place. Either that you two are together" you teased. Alastor tilted his head in confusion. He didn't get your joke?!? Alastor took a minute before suddenly realizing what you were referring to. "Oh! Haha! Of course not! Yes that's Honey! She's the genius behind this beautiful place." He spoke about the diner so fondly.

"I'm surprised this place isn't packed. It's Valentines day." You pointed out. "Of course it's a small scale place not many know about." He responded. "Can't you advertise this place on your radio show? I'm sure people would flood in if they knew the infamous radio demon ate here?" You questioned him. "And ruin the atmosphere?!? Never! I like this place JUST the way it is. I'm from the south you know. This place. It reminds me a lot of my home" you were quite shocked he was sharing so much with you. You decided to open up to him a little as well. "I wish I had place like this. I didn't have the best home life so I don't really get that feeling." He seemed intrigued by your sudden admission.

"I'm sorry to hear that" he said with... what sounded like genuine sympathy. WHO WAS THIS GUY?!? Was this the same guy getting off on watching people suffer? "Not to sound rude but like... you seem different today" you said wondering if it was too bold. "You are quite right, I get a little off on this Holiday... it's not that I crave a romance. It's more that I find myself being the only one who doesn't and that in itself is sort of lonely" he admitted.

"Yeah, I tend to feel that way too..." You never expected to have this much in common with Alastor. Honey then came by and took your orders. Alastor wanted the jambalaya and you ordered the southern fried chicken. You continued to talk about your mutual disdain for the holiday and your favorite foods. Honey brought you up your meals and Alastor did not oversell it. It was delicious

You tried to pay for own meal but Alastor insisted. "Well I believe we've been missing in action for long enough. Let's get back to the party" Alastor said as he paid the bill and tipped quite generously.

Pretty soon you were back at the party and although it was as dull as it was before you still considered it a nice evening. You returned to your bedroom tired and ready to call it day when you noticed a fancy envelope on your bed.

"A love letter?" You opened it a bit confused.

"Dearest y/n, I had a great time with you on our Valentines day off. I think Honey likes you as well. It was quite nice to share that special place of mine with someone. I look foward to next year.

-Sincerely Alastor"

[asunflowerana]

a good kind of nuinsance — Suna Rintarou

summary: you have a big project coming up, and to make things even worse, you're forced to work with the most stupid, handsome moron on campus.

genre: comedy, enemies-to-lovers trope.

n/a: not me pretending i'm the best friend haha. also, good reading!

“It will be fine!” She said. “It could be worse, trust me. And it will end soon!”

You wish you could stop believing in your best friend.

College is already a nerve-wracking place to deal with it, increasing even more in junior year. You need to work on your assignments, do presentations, fight yourself everyday to not procrastinate 24/7 or call off sick ‘cause your bed is too appealing; and in the end, you always freak out with your final exams, coffee becoming your best friend and clock your worst enemy.

What you don’t understand though, is why, in such a chaotic atmosphere, you still need to do group work?

And why, of all the people on this big campus, you got paired up with Suna Rintarou?

The struggle is real.

It’s not that you hate him. No, that’s not the case at all. It’s just that spotting his face alone is enough to make you want to change sidewalks even if the traffic signal is green and Formula 1 is happening on the street.

It all started with a single bump on the cafeteria entrance. His unnecessary hard body bumped against you and your hot chocolate cup, making all of your precious drink spill and fall into your previous white All Stars sneakers, staining the fabric and burning your skin to the soul.

And that boy had the nerve to mumble a “Watch where you’re going” before giving you a cold shoulder and leaving in a hurry.

Tables turned and you had your redemption one day later, refusing to lend him your notes of an important assignment, useful for the upcoming exams. It’s not your fault that his bicycle tire got pierced on the way to class, he should have been prepared and woken up early like every poor student in this college.

This “not so pleasant but still fulfilling” war has been going on between you guys for weeks. But unfortunately, his presence became more than a nuisance to you, and you absolutely detest now the way your heart flutters when you see that punk walking on the hall with that stupid, pretty face.

Annoying, handsome, punk.

And since your “so called” best friend knows about your hidden feelings, she decided to come up with a stupid solution for it.

You, her, Suna and Bokuto Koutaro, her adorable but very much ingenuous boyfriend, were supposed to do the group project together at a cozy cafeteria a few blocks from the campus main building, known for their delicious milkshakes and pretzels.

Nowhere to escape, you accept the invite, hoping your friend could take your mind away from Suna’s intruding. That, until Bokuto shouts:

“Shoot, I forgot there was practice today!” So exaggerated, he totally has no vocation to be an actor.

And your bestie had the audacity to join the act, forcing out a grimace. “Sorry guys, but we need to go.” She announces, not sorry at all, Bokuto taking her backpack with him like the doting boyfriend he is. “Please enjoy our milkshakes, we’ll text you later to see what you guys decided!”

“Good dat— I mean…. Bye!” Bokuto takes her hand and storms away from the cafeteria.

You can only sigh, disappointed at yourself for not predicting this might happen.

“Did they really leave us?” Suna asks incredulously, noticing the filled notebooks the couple left on the table. “They even made their parts already!”

You turn your gaze to him, feeling the beginning of a migraine.“Look, I’m not thrilled to work with you either. But the faster we start, the faster we’ll get rid of each other.” You proposed with little patience, taking a sip of your friend’s untouched strawberry milkshake. “Now, take that milkshake and let’s finish this quick.”

He huffs, but your surprise doesn't fight with you on this, and you both start a two-hours circle of working in silence, bickering at each other and working in silence again, making small progress with your parts on the project. You even start to agree with each other, Suna finding your suggestions “smarter than expected”, and you finding his ideas “not so bad for a moron”.

It’s strange, the feeling of being in agreement with Hajime on something, and it's noticeable his efforts of making the process as peaceful as it can be. This friendlier side looks actually cute on him (not that you were checking him out for the past thirty minutes), so you decide to be nice too, for the sake of good grades.

It only lasts a few minutes, and soon you’re arguing again.

“The information needs to be in Z. No one will pay attention if you fill the poster with notes all over it!” He argues one more time, trying to prove his point about the best position to the notes.

“But we need to put all the information we gathered! If we do it your way, we’ll need three more posters , and that's a waste of paper!” You defend your point as well, not wanting to back down from your proposition to the project’s presentation. 

“Well, if you want to really save paper, then you should stop wanting to put everything we wrote down inside a poster, when we don’t have to!”

“We do, if we want good grades in this class. Oh wait, I forgot, you don’t really know what it's like.!”

You’re both staring at each other dangerously, breath heavy and quick, like two bulls ready to strike each other. Thank goodness you’re in a distant booth, or you guys would probably be kicked out by now for the shouting.

Suna runs his hand over his black locks, tired of this unfinished argument. “You’re too annoying , you know that?” He hisses. 

“And you’re so stubborn, argh, I can’t stand you in my head anymore!” You almost shout out your frustration, letting slip the last words by accident, but lucky for you Suna’s too angry to catch what did you mean.

“Well, I wish you could leave mine too, but you’re still there every day!”

You’re shocked. Your heart’s pace fastens and your body suddenly feels numb, completely bewildered by his confession. Suna avoids eye-contact for a few seconds, staring at the table with a terrified look, his face reddening as the seconds go by. Why did he say that to you?

“I—” He clears his throat, trying to come up with a quick excuse to cover his mistake.“ I didn't—”

“What?” But you don’t leave room for excuses. “You didn’t mean you like me?”

His eyes widens. “No! I…. I….” He sighs. “ I didn’t mean to say it like that! But if you really want to know… yes. I like you. " He moves his eyes in your direction, taking your features for a moment. "Even if you get on my nerves every single day, I can’t get you out of my head. And I know we’re not on the best terms, but I can’t just pretend anymore…” He doesn’t need to finish his line. You’re just so overwhelmed with his confession, that staying a few moments in silence makes Rintarou take that as a rejection.

“I should go.” He begins to rise from his chair, but his movements are interrupted as you quickly hold one of his wrists, preventing him from moving away. He looks at you surprised.

“Would you find it strange if I said that I can’t pretend anymore either?” You can’t say the right words aloud yet, timid of what he might do with your confession, but the growing, pretty and genuine smirk on his face tells you made a good decision by opening yourself to him.

“I guess I own you a hot chocolate, then?”

© asunflowerana 2024 — all rights reserved.

[riizecore]

the best saturday ever.

non idol! sungchan x fem! reader; friends to lovers au; f!

— you are about to have the best saturday ever. it was unexpected, and it was beautiful.

saturday afternoons are spent at a cafe nearby, so when you kissed your mom goodbye while she was busy tending to the flowers, she didn't have to ask where you're off to. "why is your boyfriend not picking you up today?" her words caused you to roll your eyes. "very funny, mom." she was referring to sungchan, your childhood friend. she knew you had a crush on him ever since the day she "accidentally" saw your diary open with doodled hearts decorating jung sungchan's name. you made her promise to stay quiet about it, but she's not doing a very good job at it.

"why? you haven't confessed to him yet? you guys are obviously pining for each other since everyone knows how long-" her teasing elicited a death glare from you. she put her hands in the air as if surrendering in response. "okay, promise, i won't talk about it." despite her words, you perfectly knew she would still tease you so you hummed the most sarcastic "uhuh." in return.

"gotta go, i'll be back in a few." you bid goodbye while closing the gate, giving a her a flying kiss despite all the teasing you just received. "you look breathtaking, dear. he'll make a fool of himself if he doesn't notice that." you smiled at your mom, thankful for her words of encouragement. you shrugged the silly thought that almost made you nervous as you made your way to the cafe. meeting sungchan has always been natural for you- but there's just something about today that you can't point out, and you're unsure of what it is. "maybe it was mom's teasing, idk." you thought. you examined yourself as you walk. "do i really look good today or is she only saying that because i'm her daughter?" you asked yourself, not ignoring the fact that you hoped the person you'll be meeting would think the same way.

a few minutes passed and you arrived at the cafe, you weren't suprised to see him sitting at your usual spot near the window. your usual strawberry latte and slice of cinnamon bun already sitting on top of the table across his iced americano and chocolate cake. your insides swelled with warmth at how much he knows about you- surely, it must've been because you have been friends for a long time, but you can't help but still be swayed with the thought and gesture. he's always been like this, so you can't help but wonder why does everything feel so new today. you held onto your bag tighter as you inched closer to sungchan- the girls are shamelessly staring at him and you wouldn't blame them, he looked absolutely handsome in his cream sweater, his brown hair parted evenly, and his lovely eyes are pinned on you- you'll never get tired of adoring his brown specs- you could get lost in them and you won't mind. "missed you all week. you were too busy to meet me." he says with a hint of accusation, cutting you off from your trance and you can't help but think how he looked cute when he pouts. "sorry. you know our debate competition is up so soon, but hey, i'm here now." you reassured him. "i'm busy with soccer practice but i still have time for you though?" he raised an eyebrow, earning a giggle a from you. "clingy." he narrows his eyes at you but doesn't deny your words.

an hour passed by and it's just you and sungchan talking about life. he doesn't let go of the topic that you two are on the same university, both with busy schedules and he reasons out that he pestered you to meet him because he doesn't want to eat lunch with anyone else on a particular wednesday when he almost failed his math test and how he detests that he didn't get to see you the entire week and you just laughed at him for missing you a little too much, in which he continuously tried to deny. "you should get yourself a girlfriend so you'll stop missing me too much." you said.

sungchan suddenly became silent, he averted your gaze. you noticed he looked hesitant and a hint of sadness colored his eyes and you swear, you never want to see him like that. you knew he had something on his mind. "why? what's wrong? sorry, did i say something wrong?" you can't help but feel nervous beacuse of his sudden silence, you gently laced his hands with yours to help ease him up.

while staring at him, you were trying your best not to look too in love or he would notice- it scares you to think that your feelings might show and sungchan only thought of you as a friend. the thought alone made you gloomy, but his next words are unexpected. "i saw you with a guy last wednesday" he started. "i want to approach you but you seem happy talking to him. you never told me about him." he continued, still looking away from you.

you let out a sigh of relief, almost happy that it wasn't about anything more concerning or gravely serious. you weren't sure what to think of, but you almost heard a bit of jealousy and worry with the way he spoke. your brows knotted in confusion, trying to think about who you were with "sunghoon? he's a classmate from history, we were waiting for our groupmates that time when you saw us." sungchan felt relieved, almost as if a huge weight on his chest has been lifted. he tried to summon his old self back like nothing happened. "i was just suprised to see you with an unknown guy! imagine if auntie saw you with him and asks me then i didn't know anything, right?" he convinced himself it was the perfect excuse. he can't believe how dumb it sounded but he also didn't know how to deal with his feelings when he, too, was afraid that you might notice his true feelings and you didn't feel the same. it would break him beyond repair.

"ah, that's it." you try to hide your sadness but the disappointment in your tone was obvious, your hands reached to finish the remaining pastry you had.

sungchan caught a glimpse of hurt in your eyes. he has always been a straightforward kind of guy- but when it comes to you, the words doesn't come out easily. he thought that maybe, you'd know how he felt, but seeing your reaction made him realize that he should've told you about his feelings sooner. since it's out in the open, it's now or never. sungchan gathered all the courage he could muster, determined to tell you that he isn't contented by being your bestfriend anymore, he wants more. he wants you to get the message.

"the truth is, i was jealous." you looked at him, not believing what you just heard. "i couldn't bear seeing another guy making you smile, i want to be the only one to make you smile like that." your heart is now pumping at an abnormal rate. "i want to see you and hear your voice everyday." you can't believe that this is happening right now. "i don't want to be just your friend, y/n." he continued. "i like you- no, i'm in love with you." he confessed. his words sending you to cloud nine, your fingers now laced tighter as he looks at you with gentleness and concern, waiting for your reply.

"i'm in love with you, y/n." he repeated so you would know that he's serious, after all, sungchan never toyed with anyone's emotions, he always makes sure that he expresses and says what he only means, especially when it comes to you. this was the push you've been asking the universe for and there's no turning back. why prolong the agony when you've accepted that sungchan is already the one for you ever since? you opened your lips to say the words he longed to hear. "i'm in love with you too, sungchan." you looked away, embarassed. he's watching you intently, pupils almost turning into a heart if that's even anatomically possible.

he stood up to grab your things and he doesn't let go of your intertwined hands. "let's go, we're telling our parents we're now dating."

as if the universe planned everything, sungchan's parents are at your home, helping your parents set the table for dinner. hand in hand with sungchan, you introduced him to your parents as not your best friend- but your boyfriend and he introduced you to his family as his girlfriend. both of your moms looked proud but sungchan's dad shot your dad a knowing look.

"i told you they'll start dating in college. just about the right time." mr. jung said and your dad groaned before handing him 50 bucks.

it was the best saturday ever.

🧋🪨🐸🎸🫧💂🦕

©️ riizecore 2024

note: hi, everyone! i'm still trying to explore the works here in tumblr and i hope you like my first work. i wrote sungchan's first bc he's my biaswrecker back when he was a neo (he almost stole me from mark lee, istg). expect more to come. wishing you an amazing day. :)

[anxresi]

Brace yourselves, folks… We’re about to enter the dark, dreary and sometimes disturbing world which is Thomas Astruc on Twitter. 😧

Those possessed of a weak disposition, prone to nausea or an complete intolerance to utter bullshit may want to turn back now. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. (but still leave me a ‘like’, if you’re feeling generous 🙏)

Anyway, what ‘delights’ has this stand-up guy, this pioneer of mediocre cartooning, this dude on the cusp of arguing with little kids on Twitter been sharing with us, the great unwashed, at this present time? Let’s run through a brief checklist of the ‘highlights’, shall we?

*Telling people the upcoming Miraculous movie is what the fans ‘want’ but the show is what we ‘need’ (whatever THAT means, typically modest reaction from the epitome of humbleness himself).

*Saying that anyone who DARES criticise the show should ‘keep it to themselves’ or they’ll be ‘blocked for spreading negativity about the artists’ (dude thinks he can police Twitter… good luck with that!)

*Informing fanfiction writers that their work is ‘pointless’ and the only people who know what they’re doing are him and his team (If you mean ‘How To Destroy A Franchise In Five Easy Seasons… I guess he’s right)

But his favorite topic (seriously, check out his replies… we’re talking more than 50% here) concerns a fictional teenage girl he constantly decries but can’t seem to get enough of moaning about. It is of course… oh let’s face it. You know the answer to that one already. ROLL THE TWEETS!!

Yep, you guessed it. Apart from the OP being uncommonly accurate in their opinion, now apparently ‘Chloe’ has become The Not-So-Great Bearded One’s new insult of choice for anyone who dislikes what’s been done to the show. Poor ‘Karen’ never stood a chance… 😢

What a mature, grown-up type chap he is! I have no idea why he’s no longer referred to as ‘Hawk Daddy’ in polite circles, and instead called ‘Man Baby’. Just look at him, REALLY giving it a bunch of teens on Twitter who DARE imply his show is nothing but da best! You go, Thomas! Go change your dirty diaper, that is. 🤢

So, abandoning all her subtleties and nuance , reducing her to a shrieking monster and choosing to actively give characters who have arguably done FAR WORSE throughout the series much better endings means they ‘wrote it well’? Gosh, maybe getting an F in English stands for ‘Fabulous’ after all!

Guess in Thomas’s somewhat warped worldview, everyone who doesn’t like 💯 of his show from top to bottom should be placed on a plane with their main abuser to be forcibly deported and probably tortured for the rest of their sorry lives. That’ll teach them!

And who cares about stupid stuff like ‘build-up’ or ‘character-development’ if they genuinely were preparing Chloe for… what was that thing he described it as again… a ‘damnation’ arc? Let’s just flip a switch at the end of S3 to turn her into a pathetic caricature of her worst excesses without explanation, then introduce a ‘perfect’ sister out of nowhere to throw all those undesirable traits into sharp relief! And that’s not even getting into that detestable retconning flashback episode… What an absolutely fantastic idea to make everyone hate her as much as Thomas does!

No-one will notice the sudden incongruity here… after all, the average age of their audience is 5-8 so if they just throw excrement like crazed baboons about Chloe at the young audience time and time again caveman-style CHLOE: BAD. EVERYONE ELSE: GOOD the kids will chow it up like cheap chocolate ice cream! The older ones that do kick up a fuss? Who gives a ****. They don’t buy the merchandise, and where would all those hard-working producers if it wasn’t for all that cheap plastic crap?

With considerably less cars, swimming pools and exotic holidays to hard-to-pronounce destinations, that’s where! Let’s keep that bandwagon of shit a-rollin’… 🤑

Ah, now I believe this is that classic tactic otherwise known as ‘gaslighting’. When you say something as a fact over and over again, when the opposite is clearly true. Those of lesser willpower may start to accept it as reality while others (mostly those with functioning eyes, ears and brains)… won’t.

You know who was also good at that gaslighting thing, don’t you? A few clues… A Former (thank God) President? Very orange? Initials DT? Yep, that guy.

…And coincidentally, someone Thomas has been known to compare Chloe (14 year old girl, let’s not forget) to regularly. I mean, with THAT kind of accolade hanging over her head from the guy who created her, how could she ever fail?

See? What a great influence he is on the young too! Now he’s got his own handpicked gang of sycophants out of the street labelling anyone with the slightest complaint from a)pointing out the animation was slightly better last season or b)saying they miss the old transformation sequences as a ‘Chloe’. I think we’ve found his new favorite insult, and it’s the worst word he can possibly think of. Figures.

I bet he’s putting together a petition as we speak, for an official entry into the dictionary. Fortunately, there’s already one for ‘Thomas’, as in ‘Doubting Thomas’… someone who talks so much nonsense you should disbelieve anything they say. Or Thomas The Tank Engine, because whenever you mention a certain Blonde’s name in his presence, he tends to blow steam, look very heated and… you get the picture. 😆

On top of everything else, now he’s issuing threats. I have to hand it to him though… that’s a pretty good one. NO PLEASE TAKE MY MONEY MY LIFE I’LL EVEN GIVE YOU A FOOT RUB A BACK RUB AND LEARN TO LOVE ZOE ANYTHING BUT THAT NNNNNNOOOOOO….

Seriously guys, we need an immediate intervention. THIS CANNOT BE ALLOWED TO HAPPEN. I’m about to book an emergency flight to France, to barricade him in his office until he promises to never again even entertain the notion of… this. Who’s with me?

(And incidentally while I’m there, does anyone want me to pick them a souvenir? A beret? Frog legs soup? One of those miniature replicas of the Eiffel Tower? Let me know by tomorrow at the latest, and I’ll see what I can do) 😊🇫🇷

[wordsmithwhumpsandfluff]

These are some new characters. And, no, my other characters haven’t met them yet. If you want, you can leave suggestions about how you think Atticus and Felix meet the others.

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“You’re mad,” Felix said with a laugh. “Absolutely mad!”

“I’m not!” Atticus said, smiling. “I genuinely think that the peanut butter, mango and banana smoothie is better than the chocolate, strawberry, and banana smoothie.”

Felix looked at his boyfriend like he’d grown another head. “Strawberry, chocolate, and banana is a classic,” he said, very dramatically. It sounded even more dramatic because of his strong British accent. “And I’m sorry, but peanut butter ruins the taste quality of everything. It’s awful. And peanut butter with mango?!” He pretended to gag.

Atticus couldn’t help but laugh. He laughed for so long that Felix started laughing, too. Finally, when Atticus had his laughing under control, he looked Felix in the eye and said, “Remind me to thank your roommate for being a slob.”

Felix groaned. “Ugh. Don’t remind me about that tosser. The guy dumped his ghastly-smelling laundry all over my clean clothes. I have to probably burn my shirts now.” Then his face changed as he remembered something. “Shit,” he said. “I don’t have any clean clothes. I have to wear what I wore today to my classes tomorrow. Uhhhhggg, Jazzie is going to give me such shit about that.”

Atticus laughed again before wrapping his arms around Felix’s waist and kissing him. He could taste strawberry on his boyfriend’s lips.

“You could wear one of my outfits tomorrow.” He smiled. “One of the perks of having a fashion major boyfriend is that I have some stylish clothes.”

Felix pouted. “But the clothes I got you match your style. They’re a bit too sporty for my taste. And not to mention that you’re a lot taller and broader than me. I’ll look silly.”

Atticus smiled wider and kissed his adorable boyfriend again. “I have a lavender t-shirt that would probably look good baggy. Borrow that, a pair of my jeans, and my white hoodie that you steal constantly anyway. You’ll still look stylish, baby; don’t worry.”

Felix finally smiled, too. “Okay.” Then he raised a brow. “And can I wear your green t-shirt and gray sweats tonight? To sleep in?”

Atticus didn’t even hesitate to say yes.

They finished their smoothies and cleaned up Atticus’s kitchen before going to the bedroom. Felix showered first and Atticus passed the 47 minutes Felix spent in the bathroom by scrolling through TikTok on his phone. Felix emerged from the bathroom with a towel around his neck, his cheek pink from the shower, his wildly messy blonde curls dripping wet, and wearing the clothes he borrowed from Atticus.

Atticus took his shower after that. He only spent 20 minutes in the bathroom. When he emerged, he was wearing a sweater that was baggy—even on his large frame—and checkered pajama pants. Both he and Felix preferred pajamas instead of sleeping shirtless or in their boxers. Well, mainly because Atticus was raised in a very conservative household, and so he felt more comfortable being fully dressed and around fully dressed people. It’s one of the reasons why he detested going to the beach.

Felix was lying under the covers of the bed when Atticus emerged from the bathroom. Atticus crawled into the bed beside his boyfriend and pulled the blonde close. Felix laughed a little as Atticus fluttered kisses all over his cheek and neck.

“Atti,” Felix laughed. “Atti, stop that!” He couldn’t stop smiling.

Atticus pulled away for a second to look at the blonde’s face before leaning in and kissing the tip of his nose. “I love you,” he whispered.

Felix leaned forward and pressed his lips to his boyfriend’s. “Love you, too. G’night.”

They pecked each other on the lips one more time before closing their eyes and falling asleep.

— — —

Around three in the morning, Felix’s eyes flew open as he gasped, trying to suck oxygen into his suddenly starving lungs. Crap, he thought. An asthma attack? Now?! He coughed and wheezed, but he just couldn’t breathe at all. It suddenly felt like his t-shirt was strangling him.

The room was completely dark, and Felix couldn’t see anything. Suddenly, he heard a soft groan and movement beside him.

Shit, he thought, remembering that he was at his boyfriend’s apartment. He’d spent the night because he couldn’t stand his roommate’s messiness anymore, he reminded himself.

“Baby?” Atticus said, his voice hoarse from sleep.

Felix tried to answer—tried to tell his boyfriend to just go back to sleep—but he made an ugly gasping noise instead. Instantly, Atticus sat up. “Felix?”

Still wheezing, Felix rubbed a hand over his chest that felt tight around his lungs.

“Shit,” Atticus said, ushering Felix into a sitting position. “Breathe, baby. Deep breaths. C’mon.”

Felix’s eyes adjusted to the dark and he could see Atticus’s concerned face. His eyes were frantically looking at Atticus. He tried to say something, but it came out another ugly gasp.

But Atticus seemed to know what Felix was trying to say—because he’s just smart like that—and he quickly got out of bed and ran to the kitchen where the blonde had left his inhaler.

Atticus quickly ran back to the bedroom and sat beside his boyfriend. He brought the inhaler to Felix’s lips and the blonde pulled in several deep breaths, holding each one for a few seconds, before lowering the inhaler and sighing. He slumped, breathing deeply in and out. Atticus rubbed gentle circles on his back for several minutes.

Finally, Felix looked up at his boyfriend. “S-sorry, Atti,” he mumbled.

Atticus shook his head and smiled a bit. “Don’t be sorry, baby,” he said. “You okay?”

Felix nodded. Then he turned his head away so Atticus couldn’t see him yawn. Atticus always told him he looked cute no matter what, but he was absolutely sure no one could look cute while yawning. Only cute baby animals had that talent.

It definitely wasn’t the worst asthma attack he’d had. Definitely not the worst nighttime asthma attack. The worst one of those he’d ever had was when he was twelve. It was so bad that he was hospitalized.

Atticus was smoothing hair away from Felix’s face. “Wanna go back to sleep?” he asked quietly.

Felix nodded before scooting back down in bed. Atticus laid down next to him and hugged the blonde from behind, little-spooning his tiny boyfriend and relishing being the big spoon.

“Atti?”

”Yeah, baby?”

Felix turned his head enough to look Atticus in the eye. He kissed him before admiring the brunette’s face lovingly.

Atticus couldn’t help but smile. “Yes?” he asked, fully expecting an ‘I love you’ from Felix.

But Felix smirked and said, “You still have terrible taste in smoothie flavors.” And with that, he settled against his pillow again and closed his eyes.

[livelaughlovesubs]

Following up my other ask I send, my mom has been mad at me for the past 4 days, I had the worst response to a serious interview, I accidentally said ‘venti’ while I was ordering at a another coffee shop, I’m on my period, I’m more suicidal, school has been ruined, my phone is going to get checked and looked through by the teachers at my school, I had cheer practice and almost passed out and to top it all off I’am on my period. FUCKING HELL!!!!!!!!

I’ve been so stressed out to the point of changing my typing style…

- 🎀

Warning: long rant

It’s alright, you can vent to me whenever you want and feel like it. And I’ll listen, as long as you need to. When the parents are mad at one it’s the worst feeling ever, and it always hurts so much. Have you tried talking with her? Though, if that’s not a possibility, I’d suggest you take a bath in the bathtub or a long shower to calm yourself. It’s very relaxing to have warm water run down your body or soak in it.

Eat something nice. Chocolate and sweets does help with bad mood, fruits too. I’d suggest you eat bananas or smt, I heard they make good mood. Who cares about weight or calories, the most important thing is that you are happy, and as long as you are happy you are the most beautiful version of yourself.

I used to write a journal when I was having a huge fight with my parents, and it really helped to write down every bad thought I had. Like how I hated everything, how sad I was. Now looking back, despite how often I wrote that, i don’t feel that way anymore.

Or, try out something new. Like a new game, read a new manhwa, a new show, listen to music… whatever it is. I’ve started playing dol and it’s really funny! I like Bailey the most :] dunno if you’ve played it before and know about it, though give it a try if you haven’t. If you don’t know how to install it on iOS I can help (it’s a bit complicated)

It’s alright to make mistakes or get turned down. That only means you have to look for other opportunities and learn from your mistakes. No one is perfect, there will always be hardships. But hey, there’s always an exit, whenever you hit your lowest point and everything feels shitty, just remember one day you can and you’ll climb high.

Being on your period is so shitty as a fellow woman I detest it too. The hormones going wild and making me emotional is driving me insane. But, it’s fine, being vulnerable is totally alright. There’s also nothing embarrassing about crying oneself to sleep, no matter what gender. Be honest with yourself and do what you think helps you to most, it’s alright to be egoistic at times, it’s okay.

I don’t know why you said schools not going very well. If it’s because of your grades, don’t be too harsh on yourself. School has just started, there’s enough time to improve. Making notes and writing them down all prettily turned out to be quite fun, it also helps with studying. Or going over the learned stuff with friends. Even if it’s less effective than learning alone, it’s better than hating it. And if it’s because of other people, we’ll, I gave you an answer a long time ago

I also don’t know why your phone is getting checked, and I know for a fact it is illegal except for special occasions (?) here in Germany. That’s simply outrageous. Your phone is something private to you and you only, that’s really horrible. I’m not sure how to help there, but if it were up to me I’d rebel or try and hide everything. Sorry for not having any advice on that one

Anyhow, about the passing out, dw. I went running today again and I also almost passed out. Cuz I went running even though it’s 31 Celsius- now I’m fine again, and by the looks of it, you are doing better too. I’m glad. If you are worried about it being embarrassing, no need to be. I can share an embarrassing story of me so that you don’t feel alone. One time, I thought a guy liked me and he was pretty cute, so I tried to flirt with him. Getting close to him and being a bit touchy. Then he outright told me, “can you keep some distance?” Guess I was picking up the wrong hints… haha… (I was so fucking delusional)

Oh god that was a ramble. Well, if you want to talk about it without other people knowing, you can always write a message to me. I hope you’ll do better after getting a good rest. In order to be in high spirits, it’s also important to take care of your body. Your soul and body is connected, your mind knows when you aren’t feeling your best and it affects your mood too. So eat and drink enough, also sleep well <3

[miqojak]

Combo of short answer to what is Jak's identity?

and

Is her environment supportive about her identity? How does this impact her?

Pride OC Asks

A tough one! I spent a long time looking for the right term(s) for her, actually (which was great for educating myself on other identities OOC!). She was quite sex-repulsed, and didn't/doesn't like to be touched (except by one specific person, and that's after a lot of effort on his part to make her feel safe). I kept hovering around the pseudo-ace spectrum... but her repulsion was out of trauma, not a genuine lack of desire? Though she remains kind of put off by the idea that so many people can and do just have sex with almost anyone - it's mind-boggling to her... people will be at their literal most vulnerable around a stranger just to... mate??

It's so hard to put any one specific term on it, though - she approached relationships through the lens she grew up with, in a tribe, so traditional marriage is confounding, and she sort of sees polyamory as the default (for herself, at least - though she is in a monogamous relationship at present bc her partner is not poly).

As for the types of people she can be attracted to? Gender isn't a big deal - she's just never met a female/non-male OC who could meet her high standards for what she seeks in a lover! But that leaves me holding a handful of terms like Sapiosexual, Demisexual, Bisexual, and potentially Grey Romantic. (The things that would be 'romantic' to her aren't often things others would find romantic, and traditional romantic gestures are... well, kind of gross and performative to her - based in societal expectations and not actual, genuine affection - like giving flowers/chocolates, etc). She's attracted to someone who can challenge her - but also someone who won't judge the broken person she is, so much as always help her to reach for higher heights, and constant self-betterment. Intelligence is important... but so is understanding her, and how her mind works - she's very different from normal people, and knows it - and what's the point of letting someone in, if they just judge and criticize who you are? She would almost prefer that her partner have achieved more than her, as well - maybe even be stronger/smarter, the better to challenge her - and not necessarily book smart, so much as clever in the ways of the world, in practical/useful ways. (Plus there's her god complex that says she will not be with someone not 'worthy' of her/beneath her... this could encompass a lot of things, lmao! But getting to be intimate with her is a gift! Not just anyone gets that.) Honestly pansexual may even be better than bi as a term? I inevitably use them interchangeably for myself, lol. Gender is irrelevant - if you're a simpleton and a fool (or an optimist /cough), she wants none of it.

As for her environment? There's no homophobia on Hydaelyn! Be queer as fuck!! Hooray!! Other than that, her polyamory has been the sticking point for the men who have been in her life - in the end I think they just hated the other guys she was with, and then one of them cheated on her and tried to claim he was suddenly poly (yuck), and in the end the last lover left was the fellow she would do anything not to lose, and was absolutely fine with him wanting her not to be in other relationships... all it took was a simple conversation to express that he didn't like it! Amazing what trouble you can save by talking to your partner about what bothers you, and talking through it before hurt happens!

I don't think she would ever feel ashamed of these facets of herself though - the ways in which she hates herself and feels monstrous at least have nothing to do with her sexuality/gender identity. But if you tried to talk gender identity with her, she'd mostly be confused about it all... just tell her your pronouns, so she can insult you properly... she doesn't need to understand why they're different: she detests all people equally!

[naivesilver]

@bewilderedmoth

[deaddovecoterie]

- 𝓭𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓻𝓮𝓰𝓰𝓲𝓮 𝓹𝓮𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼 -

fandom: julie and the phantoms

rating: like K-T

pairing: reggie peters x reader

a/n: a series of miscellaneous headcanons about our best boy reggie :') heres your birthday gift you beautiful mf <3 @whoseblogsthis BUT SERIOUSLY HAPPY BIRTHDAY BITCH

this man is so forgetful, like he would lose his head if it wasn’t connected to him, but he always remembers really random and specific dates like your half birthday, national girlfriends day, national cuddle up day, etc. he always remembers to make small little efforts like that to remind you of how special you are to him

he never liked the corny cliche things that people do for valentine’s day so instead of giving you flowers or something like that, he takes you to block buster to get the most obscure, awful looking movies and you guys watch them all and judge them/make commentary as if you’re movie critics while snuggled up on the couch

reggie loves to be the little spoon :’)

on your first date, he was so nervous to the point where he was shaking the whole time.

this man is so scared of thunder storms, like he absolutely detests them. the loud noises, unnecessary bright flashes? not for him. so every time there’s a storm, you and him make a blanket fort and play video games

you two dressed up as ghosts for halloween and went trick or treating together even though you’re both “too old” to. his reasoning was “it’s free candy and no ones even gonna know??? we have blankets on our heads??” and that was a pretty solid argument

he definitely would facetime you at 3am just to tell you that they found one of your socks that you left at his house

this man has a stash of twinkies hidden somewhere, i just know it

okay so think of 2am drives to get icecream? yeah, that, but hot chocolate at 5am to watch the sunrise together

on early Saturday mornings he would drive to your house with lucky charms and sugary cereals so you guys could watch old cartoons together :')

he's someone who would remember all the little things about you, like why you want to travel to a certain place, your favourite set of sheets to have on your bed, etc

he leaves you random voicemails when he thinks of something

like

"hey baby, its like 6am and I know you're asleep but I just saw a picture I took of you the other day in my camera roll and I just wanted to remind you of how pretty you are. okay bye, love you"

cute shit like that

concerts. every singer that comes to town? you're going. does it matter if either of you knows who it is? no, but you're going anyway. he just loves the loud music and the cheering crowds and having you and him live in the moment jumping up and down with the rest of the people

will most definitely tuck you in if you fall asleep on the couch. he'll take a blanket and tuck it up around your neck so you don't get cold

in the summertime, you guys will go star gazing on the roof of his house, like he'll go all out too, blankets snacks and everything. he'll name off like the only two constellations that he knows (orion "cause he has a cool belt y'know" and Cassiopeia "cause the name's funky")

after naming off those two he'll start making up random ones and giving unbelievably in-depth, tragic backstories to which you cant help but laugh at

hes definitely into astrology and is always rambling on about if your signs are compatible-

"baby my horoscope said I should stay away from aries people this month- oh my god wait no-"

he'll get super worked up about it too and you'll be like "luv I'm sure you'll survive"

very cuddly !!

will hug you from behind at any given moment

a firm believer in generous amounts of kisses on the cheek throughout the day

WHEN YOUR HANDS ARE INTERTWINED HE'LL SWING THEM BACK AND FORTH BETWEEN THE TWO OF YOU WHEN YOURE WALKING

takes pictures of you when you aren't looking so he can go back and see them when you have to leave

sways back and forth on the spot when you guys hug

will interrupt you overthinking with lil kisses

jam sessions but make it him teaching you a few chords on his guitar with his hands over yours guiding you :')

and that's it <3

[muresetivoire]

Moony × Reader

Word count: 3577 words

Genre/Warnings: Fluff/Angst

If you want you can check out some more on wattpad (:

As I ran along the corridor, late for class, I bumped into someone with a loud ouch. "I'm so sorry" "Hey its no problem, let me help you," a soft voice responded. As I reached for my potions home work, a hand brushed mine. Remus John Lupin, my rival. The only person who's intelligence rivaled mine. The person who makes my life living hell. The sweetest gum-drop to everyone, loved by all. However, I'm not "all."

"Y/N?" he asked, looking at you with those big brown eyes. "I'm fine Lupin," I respond as I grab my book from his hand. "At least let me-" "I said I'm fine." He slowly gets up, and offers me a hand. I huff and shove it as I stand. "You know I was only trying to help y-" "I'll see you in class Lupin," and with that I storm off, leaving a very confused boy.

Now you're probably wondering, what makes one hate Remus Lupin, the sweetest guy, the glory of the marauders. Well let me tell you, not much.

My mother and his were the very best of friends, there by, we became best friends. Every holiday, every weekend, every opportunity we got, we were at the Lupins. Remus and I grew close. He shared his love for reading with me, a love I always had but never felt so confidence to share with him. From fantasy to romance, I read it all, but I never shared it with him. The vulnerability I felt knowing he'd see what I enjoyed, what I loved, what I wanted, it was too much. His mum told my mum about his "illness." He thought himself a freak, a monster. He would cry about it, the pain he felt, the embarrassment of scars. To me, he was all but an angel sent from heaven, beautiful and pure.

Before we began Hogwarts, we made a promise to never leave each other's sides, to remain best of friends, no matter the houses or the circumstances. As it turned out, we weren't sorted in the same house. Everyone was shocked knowing that studious Remus was sorted in Gryffindor while me, odd-ball and awkward, was sorted in Ravenclaw. At first we were both shocked, but we kept the promise.

Until one faithful day.

Now while I never shared my love for reading with him, I did share everything else. My love for baking, knitting and potions, you name it, he knew. We shared our darkest secrets with each other. He shared his insecurities about his scars, and me my insecurity about being "fat." We made plans to open a book/tea shop, he would supply the books and I the tea, obviously. He knew everything about me, except for my reading and I knew everything about him. And for that, I loved him, but he never loved me.

In the beginning of the first year in Hogwarts, in the middle of a potions class, we were presented with amortentia. Why we were presented with such a complex potion at such a young age, I couldn't tell you. Perhaps Professor Slughorn was feeling cheeky. I smelt him in it. I smelt the soft worn out pages of the books that he read, I smelt the roses he always grew, his chocolate he always carried and something entirely him. After class, we met at the lake, our place where we'd meet and study. As I approached him, he seemed really tired, as usual, and something I thought I never imagined he would posses, anger, raw and bitter anger.

"Hey Rem, you alright?" He turned to me with puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks. "Rem oh Gods, whats wrong?" I rushed towards him and slowly wiped his tears away. "Talk to me, please," I asked softly while I wiped all evidence of tears. He looked up at me, those beautiful kind eyes, eyes that held so much emotion but always the best ones. "I don't want to talk about it," he said batting my hands away. I awkwardly fixed my glasses, "Okay well whenever you're ready, you want to start studying for our potions exam?" I began to unpack my bag when he got up, fuming. "You know what, yeah I do want to talk about it" I sat up, completely confused. "Remus?" "Y/N how is it, the one person, the one person who hates reading, detests it, passes every exam without fail? And not just passes, but tops every class. How?"

I sat there gaping, "Well I-" "Don't lie to me, don't you dare." I stood up, a feeling of anger consuming me. "What do you mean Remus? I study just like you, just like everyone." He grunted and groaned, "Stop lying to me," he screamed, "I read everyday, I study all the time, and yet you, you get all the awards, all the academic glory" I feel myself begin to heat up and tears begin to form, tears I begged not to fall. "What do you want me to say Remus? That I cheat? That- That I use spells to make me remember? Is that what you want to hear?" He stares at me, his gaze hardening. "I'll give you one chance, and one chance only, tell me the truth." I step back, gaping, confused. "I already told you Remus, I do the same as you, I study." He looks to me and says in a tone I never believed he could conjure, "Fine, if that's what you want to tell me, don't talk to me at all." "Remus you can't be serious." The tears I tried my best to hold, began to spill furiously as his words made me crumble. "Y/N, I don't ever want to talk to you, I don't want to see you, I don't want to study with you and I sure as hell-" "I smelt you in the amortentia today," I blurt surprising myself. "You what?" "I smelt you, the chocolate, the roses, your books," I say sniffling. He laughs, a cruel sarcastic laugh, "Oh really? Me? You must be joking?" I stare at him, confused and hurt. "You think I'd ever smell you, or like you. Y/N you're bloody lying to me, I could never like, or for that matter, love someone as hideous as you." My eyes begin to gush now. How dare he? The one person I trusted, my best friend. "Remus you don't-" "Oh but I do," he said while he picked up his bag and looked at me. "What about our plans?" He looks to the school, "I could never work with someone like you Y/N, I've never disliked someone as much I dislike you now." He begins to walk to the school, "Remus wait I-" "Leave me alone forever Y/N, and don't come here anymore, I have other plans here, plans that don't include you." With that, he walked away, leaving me, my tears streaming, my glasses foggy and my heart broken.

So you see, I never really hated him, but I obliged to his wishes. We never met again, he hung out with his friends, James and Sirius and Peter. As for me, I hung out with the first person I spoke to in Hogwarts, Andromeda Black. Now, Andromeda and I are two very different people, but we shared a love for potions . She knew of my love for reading, she saw me reading on my first night at Hogwarts. We became quick friends, and she soon became my best friend. She's like a sister to me, but I never did tell her about Remus.

After I left Remus on the corridor, I ran and met Andromeda in potions. "Hi dearie, saved me a seat?" She laughs and moves her bag. "Students, please note, today we will be brewing potions in pairs," the class sighs, "pairs that have already been chosen." I sigh loudly. "Cmon its not that bad, you could be paired with that cute Hufflepuff guy." We laugh softly. Remus and another guy run in and swiftly sit down. Professor Slughorn begins to call the list of pairs. "Andromeda Black and Xenophilus Lovegood," with that Andromeda groans and gets up. "Y/N Y/L/N and Remus Lupin," and my mouth fell open.

Remus came to my seat and we began to collect and prepare the potion. No one knew the potions name, only its ingredients. However, these ingredients seemed familiar but it never clicked. I felt his eyes stare through me. From the first year to the fifth year, my body didn't really change, I still remained a "fat girl" but hey I grew some boobs. Does he still think I'm hideous, I thought. I shake my head and we work in silence. "So how are you Y/N" he asks softly. Those beautiful innocent eyes stare right through me. Nope, not happening. "I'm fine Lupin" "Quite the tumble you took today, I-" "Let's just finish this okay?" He shakes his head and we work in silence. He seemed, nervous? Sad? Distressed was the word. After finishing the potion, we all gathered at the front. Dread began dawn on me as I fit the puzzle pieces together. "Now, who can tell me the name of this potion hmm?" "Amortentia , sir," I say in a soft voice.

"And Y/N can you tell me what happens when you smell this potion?" "You smell things that you like sir," I answer shakily. "Very good Miss Y/L/N, please, do us the honours of smelling the potion first." Dread fills me, but I still walk towards his desk. Please, I silently beg, please. "Well Y/N what do you smell?" I inhale the the aroma. "I smell- I," I gulp, "I smell roses, chocolate a-and books." Professor Slughorn applauded and awarded Ravenclaw 20 points and I return to my original place. I feel his eyes on me, but I only feel pain. After four years, how can I? As class is dismissed I begin to rush outside, but he grabs my hand. "Y/N please wa-" "Let go of me Lupin" "Y/N, please I-" "Lupin let go of me," I hear my voice break with emotion. He hears it too and let's me go.

Later that evening, at the brink of dusk, I sit in my room reading. Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen, a favourite of mine, and one of Remus' too. I sighed and stared out the window. Its been four years Y/N, pull yourself together. Those four years were one of the most brutal years. Thank goodness for Andromeda, without her I'd be so lost and defeated. After that day where Remus and I fought, he moved on well, he was constantly surrounded by his friends and well I, I was alone. I spent my time helping Madam Pomfrey. I learnt how to conjure spells to fix injuries and how to fix bones and so on. Although Remus and I stopped speaking, I never told anyone about his "illness," but I did help make the potion to control it, Madam Pomfrey taught me how to. He didn't know this either, not that he'd care or want to talk to me or- Pull yourself together Y/N, he forgot about you, he kept his promise and you did too. I sighed and began to turn in for the night, my mind racing.

To say I avoided Remus for the next week was an understatement, I ran from him. I spotted him the corridor, I ran the other way. Saw him in class? Sat away from him. Saw him in the library or lake? I'd be gone before he could say quiditch. It hurt, but I needed to do it, our last conversation played in my head over and over again. I couldn't bear his venom again, but I missed him, but could I manage without him? Hell yes.

On the Sunday that week, I walked down the stair well of my common room, wearing a fluffy sweater and cozy joggers. It was exactly midnight and I'd gone avoiding Remus perfectly. The heavy monsoon of October interrupted my sleep, but otherwise the school was sound. I crept down and checked for anyone. No one, lovely. Now I know what you're thinking, Y/N what on earth are you doing? Its bloody midnight. Well, I'll tell you. I was going to read. Due to my hectic schedule and lack of free periods, I spent most of the day working. But at night, it was the only time I read. I grabbed my wand and made my way to the library, my footsteps muffled by the pitter patter of the rain.

As I reached the library, I sighed in relief. No hiccups on the way, thankfully. However, the scent of chocolate lingered in the air. I tensed but brushed it aside, he was here today Y/N, I said to myself. I shook my head and began to search for a new book. I gently tapped my wand against a lantern and held it. Tonight was a mellow night, I wanted some excitement, a bit of comfort. I sighed, laughing to myself as I grabbed Pride and Prejudice from the bookshelf. I made my way to my reading nook, a cozy little spot, very hard to find, between the ends of the furthest bookshelves. As I read, my eyes became droopy. Five minute won't kill me, I convinced myself. As my eyes grew heavy and began to shut, a loud crash jolted me awake.

Who on this bloody earth would be in the library at this hour, I thought to myself. I extinguished the lantern and hid between two bookshelves. I held my breath and counted silently as I heard footsteps approaching. I exhaled slowly as I heard them fade away slowly. I stood up and sighed, picking my book from the ground, making my way back to my nook. Or I would have, if it weren't for the hand that grabbed me.

I spun around and was promptly shoved against the bookshelf, a warm lean body pressing into my cold soft one. They covered my mouth but I saw no hand, their other hand trapping my hands above my head. They slowly removed their hand from my mouth, and removed their cloak. The warmest brown eyes, eyes filled with emotions I've only read about, met mine. "Remus," I exhaled in a mix of shock, hurt and relief.

He stared at me, those big thoughtful eyes watching my every move. He took his hand and fixed my glasses that slipped down. "Hi Y/N," he said softly. My heart caught in my chest and my throat felt thick with emotions. "Let go of me Lupin," despite me being a larger girl, Remus was still stronger, by a lot. "Cmon Lupin, let me go, I'll leave and you can have your private time," I begged looking into those beautiful hazel eyes. "If I let go," he whispered softly, his breath tickling my ear, as he leaned in,"will you let me talk for a minute?" My heart hammered, "Yes." He slowly let go of my hands and stepped back. I sighed with relief, and then shoved him and ran.

I ran out the library, down the hall. I heard him calling my name but my tears that streamed my face answered why I couldn't stay. After four years, I never did stop loving my- the big goof. I reached the end of the corridor and ran onto the lawn, a stitch forming in my right side. I gasped as I felt myself begin to freeze in the cold rainy night. Bloody twit used a hex on me. He approached me with a vigor and I stared at him, tears streaming, and my heart hurting.

"What the hell Remus, let me go," I gritted as I tried to move. He took my wand away and held it. "Look, I just want to talk, I'll let you go but please, please listen to me," he pleaded. How could I ever say no to that beautiful boy? I nodded as best as I could and he unfroze me, my wand still in his hand.

I stared at him, my tears flowing in torrents, just like the rain, "What do you want Remus? I did as you asked, I left you alone," I shout over the boom of thunder. He looks at me and I saw tears flowing down his face too, "Tell me the truth Y/N" "Remus I di-" "No Y/N, tell me why you wake up every night, why you sneak off to the library every night." "I-Remus b-" "Why didn't you tell me?" he asked, his voice cracking, "You made everyone believe you were uninterested, bored by reading. You lied to me," I sobbed. "I didn't want you to-" "To what Y/N to judge you?" he stepped closer to me as the rain and soaked our clothes. "To what, think you a nerd? Like me?" "No I-" "Y/N is that really what you think of me, well than-" "I lied because I couldn't let myself be vulnerable around you," I say as I sob looking away, "Remus, I- I didn't want you to see what I liked or what makes me cry, or angry or happy," I sniff as thunder booms, making us both jump. "Then why did you tell Andromeda?" I gape at him, "Yeah why?" I felt my anger build up, "She found me reading one day Lupin, I don't have to explain myself to you," I huffed as I began to walk away. "I smelt you, in the amortentia," he admitted, his voice thick with emotion.

"In our first year, I smelt you," he said, stepping closer to me,"I smelt green apples, like your perfume, cookies, like what we baked, and books. Books." I stand staring at him but he continued. "I smelt you but you never told me about how you read, why you'd come to class tired, or why you stayed up all night. I thought you trust me Y/N" "I did Remus and I do," I cried, "I just couldn't afford to be vulnerable around you." "Wh-" "Because I love you Remus," he stared his mouth ajar, "I've always loved you Remus, I love that you trust me, that you showed me everything, your likes, dislikes, loves, hates, the good and bad." The thunder boomed but I continued, "I didn't tell you because I was scared Remus, it felt like sharing a piece of my heart with you, and I didn't know if I wanted to share so much, knowing that you didn't love me." I sob miserably as tears flow slowly down his cheeks.

"I'm sorry Y/N, I never meant to hurt you," he cried stepping closer to me,"I know what I said that day, and I've never forgiven myself for it," he said as be wiped his eyes, the thunder rolling. "I'm sorry and I know I hurt you, I thought you hated me," "Remus I-" "I thought you hated me and preferred Andromeda to me." "Rem, you were my best friend, and I loved- I still love you," I admit, defeated, "I didn't want to show you everything, I didn't want you to hate me." He holds my hands and intertwined our fingers, "How could I hate you when you're my love?" he asked, as he crashed his lips to mine.

My eyes widened but I slowly melted into his embrace. He dropped my hands and pulled me in gasping softly. His hands wrapped around my waist and mine, tangled in his chocolate locks. I never felt such passion, such emotion, emotions I only read about. I felt tingling sensations stretch across my body but his touch soon soothed it. He pulled away slowly, both of us gasping for air. "I've always loved you Y/N," he said as he pulled me close, his hands wrapped around my waist,"I'm sorry I hurt you, I'm so-," I silence him kissing him softly, "It's okay Rem, I would have probably gotten mad too," I said sniffling. He chuckled stroking the small of my back. "Well, I think of a way I can make it up to you." "Oh?" I sniffle as I look at my beautiful boy. "Y/N, you are the love of my life, I love, love, love you," he holds my chin and and makes me look up at him. Raindrops and tears mixed and fell down both of our faces. "Be my girlfriend, and maybe one day-maybe one-," I kiss him and he sighs, relieved. "Yes Rem, I'll be your girlfriend."

He hugs me and kisses my forehead. We hold hands and walk in the rain, talking and laughing. "So how on earth did you know that I read in the night?" I ask him. He laughs and pulls us into the corridor, sopping. He shows me the marauders map and explains it. "I'm sorry I spied on you," he apologised blushing. He held my hand and led me back to my common room. When we reached, I turned to him. "Thank you for the walk Rem, I'll see you in class today?" He smiles his signature gorgeous grin, "How about we skip today?" I laugh and I kiss him, "Whatever you want Rem, Whatever you want."

[ttttaehyungie]

secret santa | kth x reader

secret santa | kim taehyung x reader

genre | bff2l, fluff

summary | What you thought was an ingenious plan to figure out the perfect gift for your secret santee turns out to take a whole bunch of wrong turns, but with the best outcomes.

rating | NC-17

word count | 6.2k words

warnings | some profanities (it’s like... once LOL), mentioned breakups, it’s Christmas in the context of a pandemic

a/n | Merry Christmas everybuddy 🎄✨ here is a lighthearted (or at least it was until i hit the 6am point of the night while writing slkdjflkjd) lil christmas gift to everyone, but mostly to myself LOL bcos I’m finally posting a fic about the one who owns my heart in its entirety 😌

Christmas without you would just not be Christmas at all

Bright mistletoes up above us, it’s just you and me

-- V, Snow Flower

“C’mon, ____,” Taehyung whines. He plops down on the couch next to you and puts his big, round eyes to good use, giving you the puppy dog eyes treatment.

Well too bad for Taehyung, having known him for the last decade has granted you immunity against his pouty antics. There’s a couple of things that Taehyung employs in a bid to get what he wants. First, he’ll whine. Next, he’ll attempt to reason it out with you… or as much as he can convincingly reason with the pout still laced thick in his tone. If that fails, he’ll try bargaining. And finally, if none of the aforementioned has managed to sway you, he’ll just pout in silence.

“That’s the thing about Secret Santas, Tae, they’re supposed to be, y’know, secret.”

“Well, I can’t help you if you don’t tell me who your santee is!” he exclaims, throwing his hands in the air.

There it is. Stage two.

You ignore him and return to scrolling through Amazon in what you hope is a nonchalant manner.

“What if I guess who it is?” he tries.

When you don’t reply, he continues, “Is it Hoseok?” He runs a hand through his golden locks in thought. “No, buying for Yoongi is easy because all he ever wants is practical things like planners. You wouldn’t need help with that. Hm… Is it Seokjin?”

He rambles on about different kitchenware that could make a good present for Jin, a ramble that would have been really helpful if only Jin were actually your secret santee.

Taehyung gasps and falls silent, shocking you into finally looking up from your phone. His already round eyes are even rounder, wide as they are in shock. A hand hovers over his mouth as he goes still.

Then, as suddenly as he had gasped, he relaxes into a laugh.

“For a moment, I thought your secret santee was me,” he says, chuckling. A jolt runs through you, and your breath hitches in a way that you pray is unnoticeable. “But you’re too shitty a liar to do that.”

“Hey!” You jab his side playfully and he yelps. “What do you mean? I’m a great liar.”

“That’s a blatant and unconvincing lie right there.”

You fold your arms and turn away.

“I know you’re not actually mad, ____,” comes his sing-song voice, crossing his arms behind his head and reclining into the couch.

Letting out another huff, you turn further away. So when he grabs your hands and pulls you to face him, it startles you a little.

His eyes search yours, and you can’t help yourself from stumbling into their depths. The seriousness in his gaze holds yours intently.

But just as you think he’s about to apologize, his eyes melt into little crescent moons as he grins. “So. Who’s your secret santee?”

His cry comes out muffled under the cushion you hit him with.

An exasperated groan leaves you the moment you close the front door. Tipping your head back to rest against the solid wood, you shut your eyes. You hear footsteps pad closer.

“I take it your plan didn’t succeed?” Irene says, leaning against the wall as she takes in your defeated stance.

“Nope,” you say, picking yourself back up and hanging up your scarf and coat. Your roommate’s still in the same fuzzy pyjamas she was in when you’d left for Tae’s earlier in the day, and honestly, she’s got the right idea. You’re ready to get back into jammies too.

A Lifetime movie plays in the background, and you’d be willing to bet your life’s savings -- not that there’s much when you’re but a struggling student -- that she’s got a mug of hot chocolate to accompany her.

“Another Christmas movie?” you scoff in mock disgust. “How are you not sick of them yet?”

“What else are we supposed to do during a quarantined Christmas?”

“Don’t kid yourself. You’d be doing this even without the quarantine.”

“Hey. If you detest it so much, I heard that Taehyung’s place has many vacant rooms right now.”

You roll your eyes. She got that information from you. Both his roommates were gone from the apartment for the time being, one went back home for the holidays and another had chosen to attend the entire semester from home since everything was online anyway, leaving Taehyung with the luxury of the entire apartment to himself.

Meanwhile, Irene was making full use of the ongoing situation to evade going back home for the holidays. Too much family drama to allow her to binge-watch her holiday flicks in peace, she’d said.

And you? It’s kinda awful, but you’ve chosen to remain in your apartment just slightly off-campus so that you could get a head start on your research for your thesis, the campus library’s offerings much more vast than the local neighborhood library of your small town hometown.

Upon hearing this, Taehyung had offered to stay to keep you company over the holidays. “We’ve spent every Christmas together ever since we were kids, Christmas would just feel too weird without you,” he’d said. “And then we can join the gang’s Zoom Christmas celebration together too! I heard that’s what Namjoon and Jin will be doing since they’re both in the city over Christmas.”

How you’d managed to keep yourself from melting into a puddle of goo at his casual selflessness was a real feat. Taehyung had always been close to his family, and often missed them intensely while you guys were miles apart from home each college semester. So for him to give up a trip back home so you could still have a piece of home with you over Christmas was not a small sacrifice.

“Hellooo?” Irene waves a hand in your face. You jump, jolted out of your thoughts. “Are you actually daydreaming about it? Ooh, staying over at your crush’s place with no one else around… saucy things could happen, ____.”

Although that wasn’t what you were thinking about, you still feel the heat rise to your cheeks at being caught daydreaming about Taehyung. Instead, you give a feeble excuse to get Irene off your back, “I’m just thinking about secret santa gifts again. Ugh, why’d I have to draw him of all people?!”

“Are you sure you aren’t overthinking this because of your feelings? How difficult is it to think of a gift for a guy you’ve been friends with since you were kids? What about his interests?”

“That’s real tough. His hobbies are so whimsical and oftentimes just impulsive. Remember the phase with the film camera? And then the short-lived violin phase? And the piano phase? The only outcome of that phase is him playing the Chopstick Waltz every single time we pass by a piano.”

“Well, what about something that’s been a constant in his life then through all the phases?”

You purse your lips in thought, weighing the thought. It’s not a bad suggestion, but what has been a constant for him all this time?

Coming up with naught, you sigh and turn to head to your room. “I’ll think about it while I get changed back into my jammies.”

When you described Taehyung’s ideas and interests as being whimsical and oftentimes impulsive, this is exactly what you meant.

“Tae, I don’t think it’s gonna fit. Why’d you get such a big one?”

“You just have to believe, ____. We just need faith, trust, and- well actually, maybe just faith and a really good, hard thrust.”

“I feel like there’s so many that’s what she said jokes to be made here.”

“Wasting your energy on that line of thinking is the reason why we haven’t gotten this christmas tree through the door yet.”

With one more solid push, the widest part of the tree finally makes it through the narrow doorway of Taehyung’s apartment, and the two of you go stumbling forward with the extra momentum.

“We did it!” he exclaims, wrapping you up in a hug. “You believed!”

Internally cursing yourself for the way your heart has the audacity to stutter at his touch. The hug is nothing- the warmth that seeps from his body to yours is familiar because hugs are nothing special in your friendship. Even in your grade school memories, Taehyung had always been a tactile person, giving out hugs generously and demanding them in return by simply throwing himself at people to be received in an embrace, coerced or not. As you and your peers grew older, Taehyung became more aware and withheld himself from his sudden hug attacks, especially towards the other girls. But not you. He felt no need to skirt around things with you, and you found a quiet hum of satisfaction in knowing that Taehyung could be his tactile self with you. Hugs were just an expression of your friendship. Nothing more.

That is, until you wanted them to be more.

You shake the thought away. You’ve dealt with this successfully for more than a year now and you can continue on.

Taehyung loosens his hold but keeps his arms around you, leaning back to look at you. The soft puffs in his cheeks and the light creases around his eyes as they bunch up in happiness are just some of the little things you adore about him. The contentment practically radiates off of him. It’s just like him to get this excited over a christmas tree.

“Shall we get to setting it up?” you ask and he nods, releasing you completely then to get to work.

After the two of you find the perfect spot, situating the tree in the corner of the living room by the windows and in reach of a power socket, you grab the bag of decorations.

The oddly small and light bag of decorations.

“Tae?” you ask, pulling out the single box of baubles. “Is this all you got?”

Grinning sheepishly, he nods. “I didn’t have much left for decorations after I chose the tree.”

“Why’d you choose such a big tree then?”

“What’s the point of getting a tiny tree? It’s only nice and festive if it’s large!” he exclaims.

“Well, what’s the point of getting a big tree that will be bare except for six baubles, Tae?!”

“I was thinking we could improvise the decorations.”

You quirk an eyebrow. “Improvise?”

“Yeah, like- wait,” he says, running to his bedroom. His voice floats over from the narrow corridor, “just hang on!”

After a little rustling and rummaging, Taehyung emerges with two shoeboxes and a few scarves thrown over his shoulders. Grabbing one of the shoeboxes from him, you open it to reveal a bunch of keychains. Souvenirs from his friends’ travels and some of his own too. In there, you recognize an eiffel tower keychain you gifted him after your family’s holiday to France.

“Here, look!” He grabs a few and begins hanging them on the tree. “Decorations!”

You laugh. It’s a classic Taehyung move, and honestly it doesn’t look half bad. Picking a few keychains of your own from the box, you join him in placing them around the tree.

“What are you going to do about the tree topper?” you ask.

He smirks. “I’ve already got that all figured out.” Unboxing the second shoebox to reveal his collection of polaroid photos, he rifles around till he finds the photo he wants. Brandishing the polaroid of Yeontan, he grins. “Both an angel and a star. Perfect.”

You can't argue with that logic, and you say as much before vacating the step stool so he can clip the polaroid to the top of the tree with a wooden peg. Eyeing the pile of scarves on the couch, you ask, “What about the scarves?”

“Scarves? You mean ribbons?” he says, and begins draping them across the tree. You giggle and reach for one. The soft material is plush, caressing your skin as you run your fingers over the material. It's much nicer than the other scarves, you notice, and way too nice to be stuck on a christmas tree.

“Hey,” you say, “isn’t this cashmere? Are you sure you want such a nice sweater on your tree?”

Taehyung shrugs. “It was a gift from my ex. It’s not like I’m going to wear it anymore.”

His ex. The words hit you like a punch to your gut.

Taehyung's ex, Samantha, was a pleasant person to be around, easygoing and bubbly with a sunny personality that matched him well. At least, from what you could tell based off the first two months of their relationship that you got to witness firsthand. You're not quite sure who exactly initiated the distance -- whether it was from your own courtesy that you gave them space, or whether Samantha had, directly or indirectly, requested for it -- the memories were all too foggy by now.

What you do remember is that one moment they were happy together, and the next they were broken up, the relationship lasting just a little over six months. Taehyung never spoke much about it and when you did probe, he would brush it off with scant excuses that they just figured they weren't compatible after all.

That had been some time in the spring. Briefly, you wonder how many wears the scarf had gotten, and how much sentimental value it held. The quality of the material hinted towards a relationship that had been going strong.

Yet, you muse over it as you drape the luxurious material over the prickly christmas tree, Taehyung brushed it off with such brashness that spoke otherwise.

“Hey,” Taehyung breaks the silence that has fallen between you, clearing his throat in a self-conscious manner as if he’s feeling guilty over the awkward turn that the conversation had taken. You look at him, half-hidden behind the tree pines, his eyes pensive. Maybe he’ll finally open up about the relationship -- it’s been eight months after all. But then he flashes his usual elfin grin. “Any luck with your secret santee gift yet?”

You groan, partly because no, you’re still clueless and stuck on what to get him, and partly because he’s once again evaded the topic of his ex.

The incessant buzzing of your phone gets ignored, vibrating almost violently in its spot on the tinyass coffee table next to your feet which you’ve kicked up ever so demurely. The consecutive, rapid-fire notifications can only be from an overly enthusiastic Taehyung.

Irene nudges foot with her own socked one. “Aren’t you gonna check your phone? I can pause the movie if you want.”

“Nah, I’ve watched Home Alone enough times to not care about missing anything. And it’s probably just Tae being all excited about secret santa gift suggestions.”

“Ooh, how’s that going? Finally got him to spill what he might want?”

An exasperated sigh escapes you. “No, he’s sending me individualized suggestions for everyone that are so well thought out and personalized that I can’t get them for anyone else.”

Grabbing your still-buzzing phone, you flick through your texts. Just as you’d predicted, Tae’s sent you a bunch of Christmas socks he found on Amazon that he thinks would make a good addition to Jin’s collection of festive socks, a set of really nice paints that would pair well with Yoongi’s newfound interest in painting, and an anthology of time-travel short stories that he thinks would fascinate Namjoon.

“Hm, d’you think he’s called your bluff? Intentionally sending you suggestions that wouldn’t be helpful?”

You shake your head, frowning. “Tae’s not like that. Honestly, it was just a bad move on my part, hoping that he would give some generic gift suggestion that would let slip what he really wants. Tae is too thoughtful to get people generic gifts. He puts his heart and soul into the presents he buys for others.”

Reaching over, Irene pinches your cheek lightly as she coos at you, “Awww, you’re so in love with him. I can feel the cavities forming.”

“Pretty sure those are from the hot chocolate with extra marshmallows you love so much,” you say, tipping your chin in a gesture to the mug in her hands.

Irene sticks her tongue out and takes an extra large sip in typical defiance.

As much as you mock Irene for her love for Lifetime holiday movies and hot chocolate, you do have to admit that there’s a certain appeal to it. Curled up on the lumpy couch in Taehyung’s apartment, cupping the hot beverage in your hands, even the uneven lumpiness of the cheap piece of furniture begins to feel comfortable.

The entire room is dark, save for the glow of the television. Taehyung has always insisted that this is the best way to watch movies. Maybe it’s a good thing your makeshift decorations on the christmas tree -- still standing proudly in the corner of the room -- didn’t include christmas lights after all.

Outside, the snowfall has gotten pretty intense, the temperature dipping significantly compared to the previous few days. It is well and truly winter, the cold showing no mercy to anyone who wasn’t prepared for it. You’re thankful to be inside and with a nice hot drink.

But as the film runs on, you get so engrossed in the plot that you don’t even realize you’ve finished your drink till you drain the last of it. Oh.

Looking over at Taehyung, you could always request for more and you know he’d be more than happy to make you another cup. But the movie is at its climax and the way his eyes are glued to the screen, his mouth slightly agape with how invested he is in the film, you can’t bring yourself to interrupt him now. So you try to ignore the way the cold begins nipping at your fingertips.

Soon enough though, the once warm mug that was a pleasant source of heat became stiff cold ceramic between your equally stiff fingers. Scrunching your toes, you wish you’d thought to bring an extra pair of socks over, especially when you think about the pair of socks you’d stuffed into your boots, soggy and cold with melted ice. A shiver runs through you at the thought.

“Are you cold?” Taehyung asks, and you jump. You didn’t realize he’d noticed.

“Yeah, a little.”

He pouts. “Why didn’t you say something sooner? C’mere,” he says, and lifts the edge of his blanket, revealing his plaid pants and sweatshirt combination.

Crawling in quickly, you tell yourself that you’re only complying because you know he’ll put up a fight if you don’t, and you don’t want the cold air getting into the cocoon of warmth he’s created with his blanket. Not because you’re excited to snuggle up with Tae. Definitely not. But now that you’re here, you may as well make the most of it, you figure.

Taehyung yelps as you press your icy toes to his warm thigh. Your arms wind their way around him, desperately seeking out the warmth of his body heat. Nuzzling lightly into the crook of his neck, you sigh, finally getting some relief from the cold.

The tiniest of groans escapes him. Then, a tight gasp. Stiffening, you peer up at Taehyung carefully.

He’s turned to look at you too, his attention that was once rapt by the movie now focused directly on you with equal intensity. Nervous energy accumulates within you and your heart rate skyrockets, now keenly aware of every hard plane of his body against yours. The logical part of you regrets the way you launched yourself at him and gave no regards for personal space. But you’re only dimly aware of that. The part of you that just wants Taehyung, the part that you’ve kept under lock and key, now fights against the restraints you’ve tied yourself into, unravelling you. You gnaw at your lip unsurely, and you watch as Taehyung’s gaze drops to your lips, heavy-lidded as they linger there, then darting back up to meet yours head-on.

The hand that he has on your hip grips you a little tighter, and you clutch the front of his sweatshirt in response. Your heart is pounding now, and the headiness of it all makes you feel swirly. Is he leaning clo-

Slam!

Both of you jump. The noise from the film startles you both, and you accidentally head butt Taehyung’s chin in the midst of it. He yelps in pain.

“I’m so sorry!” You frantically rub the spot to soothe it. “Are you ok?”

He laughs it off in his usual carefree manner. “Yeah, I’m good.”

“You sure? It doesn’t hurt?”

“It’ll be fine in a bit,” he says, pulling you into his chest, his warmth emanating from his chest to your back in a comforting manner. “Let’s continue watching the movie.”

With his arms wound around you, you wonder if he can feel the way your heartbeat continues to beat erratically. If he does, he says nothing about it. And underneath you, you can feel clearly how his heartbeat matches yours in its stuttering pace. But you say nothing about it. Not for the duration of the movie, not when it ends, not when you stand to leave, and not when he wishes you goodnight at the door.

The next day, you wake up with thoughts of yesterday sending your mind into a spiralling whirlpool. You decide it’s time to make an emergency call.

Also, it’s five days to Christmas and you still haven’t thought of a suitable gift for Taehyung.

“Hello?” comes a chirpy voice over the line.

“Jiminie!”

“____! What’s up?”

“Listen, I need your help. It’s about the secret santa thing.”

“What about it?”

“I need a suggestion for a gift for your best friend.”

Jimin chuckles. “Isn’t he also your best friend?”

“Well, yes, but…”

You take him through your original plan to covertly ask Taehyung what he would like by asking what would make a good gift, and how it got completely derailed, to which Jimin just laughed. And then your discussion with Irene on finding something that has been a constant in his life. Since you’re on the phone with Jimin, you take the chance to rant about your annoyance with yourself at not foreseeing Taehyung’s thoughtfulness and the personalized gift suggestions that he’s been giving you.

“____,” Jimin interrupts you mid-rant. “The answer is right in front of you.”

“What do you mean?”

“Maybe your plan didn’t really fail. If Tae is suggesting personalized gifts, then…” he trails off meaningfully.

You gasp. “Oh. You’re absolutely right, Jimin, you genius!”

“This was your own plan, ____.” He chuckles. “Now as for what has been constant in his life… Do you really not realize?”

Oh.

“Jimin, you’re a genius, y’know that?”

“So I’ve been telling everyone.”

“Ok, I gotta go now,” you say, excitement zipping through you as your mind fills abuzz with different ideas now that Jimin has set you on the path.

“Seeya on the 25th, you dork.”

“See you!”

Belatedly, you realize you missed out on telling Jimin about what had happened the day prior. But you shrug it off, figuring that you could tell him about it another time.

---

But as it turns out, you don’t. The hectic rush of preparations for Christmas keep you and your friends so busy, you’re thankful everyone’s blocked out Christmas night for each other or you’d just miss each other completely otherwise.

Days on from the eventful movie night you had with Taehyung, the distance has already caused the memories of the night to go slightly fuzzy. You wonder if it had really even happened, or if you were just overthinking everything as per usual.

And since Taehyung never brought it up, your friendship carrying on in the easy status quo, it was simple enough to chalk it up to your own imagination.

The rush towards Christmas keeps itself up even till Christmas day itself. You’re huffing a little as you squeeze yourself and your grocery bags through the doorway of Taehyung’s apartment. The lopsided feeling of your beanie sitting askew on your head is just one part of your disheveled state right now.

“Tae!” You set the bags down and replace the spare key in its hiding place. “I’m here!”

He comes bursting out of his room and running over to help you with the bags. “Is it time to bake?” His tone is bright and shimmering with anticipation. Baking Christmas cookies with each other’s families was a tradition the two of you grew up with, and a tradition you both intended to keep even while away from your hometown.

Pulling the cookie cutters out of the bag, you wave them with a grin. “Shall we? We still have to prepare dinner after this and make sure we log onto Zoom on time too.”

The afternoon is filled with a flurry of flour and butter and sugar, cookie cutters and oven mitts, and a whole lot of messy icing. You pipe out a beautiful blue and white star, if you do say so yourself, taking pride in the baking skills you’ve honed over the past twenty years. Meanwhile, Taehyung scribbles Yeontan on a star-shaped cookie of his own. He adds this to his collection of alien cookies and rabbits on the moon.

When you’re both done decorating and the icing is left to set, you get to work on dinner. It’s a simple affair, just some mashed potatoes that you set Taehyung to work on, some lightly roasted veggies, and a rotisserie chicken from the supermarket in place of the usual Christmas turkey your families would normally have.

Grabbing plates to serve up your dinner, you can hear the chorus of hellos from the living room as Taehyung sets up his laptop to join the Zoom call. It fills you with a warmth you didn’t know you were missing, the cacophony of noise from your friends still as familiar as it always is even though it’s filtered through the speakers on the laptop. If anything, it may even be more chaotic than ever, with everyone speaking over each other, the social cues becoming even harder to read over the virtual platform.

When you finally enter the room with your two plates, the noise only gets louder, everyone shouting to greet you. You say a quick hi and slip back into the kitchen to get the tray of cookies to show off to the rest over the webcam.

You take your place next to Taehyung, seating yourself next to him in a similar cross-legged position, your knees knocking together as you both squeeze to get into frame together. Memories of the movie night come back to you, but Taehyung seems unfazed. Feigning calmness, you try to focus on the ongoing exchange instead.

The conversation drives itself, years of friendship and months spent apart from each other fuelling the chatter. With small talk on how Christmas day was for everyone, quick catch-ups on how everyone’s doing, inside jokes and references to shared experiences of the past, the atmosphere feels just like that one year you all went on a camping trip together and sat around the bonfire on the final night, swapping stories and jokes in a breezy fashion.

Just as the conversation slips into an easy placidity, Hoseok suggests you all move on to the secret santa bit of the night.

That’s when you gasp. Amidst the manic pace of the day and its activities, you’d forgotten to retrieve your present from where you’d stowed it in your apartment. In the same way that you treated Taehyung’s apartment like your own, so was your apartment to him. Taehyung could walk into your apartment any moment, whether you were present or not, and you needed to find a good secret place for your present. Stashing your prepared present in an unused cupboard in the kitchen, you remember commending yourself for having found such a great hiding spot. Turns out, it was so excellently hidden that even you had forgotten about it till this very moment.

But your internal struggle and the guilt that plagued you went unbeknownst to the rest, each taking turns to open their presents. A whole range of reactions and sound effects went on, Hoseok thanking Taehyung for his gifted sunglasses with such sincerity that transcended the boundaries of the webcam and screen. Yoongi had bought Jin a new fishing reel, and the boys were in the midst of discussing their next fishing trip.

But it was Namjoon’s reaction and the chaos that ensued that truly had you relaxing a little from your anxious-frustrated-guilty state.

“Snacks? And wet wipes?” Namjoon’s expression is incredulous as he pulls the items out of the brown paper bag. “Who’s giving me all these freebies?!”

“FREEBIES?!” Next to Namjoon, Jin smacks the table, causing him to jump. “I’ll have you know that those snacks were selected after careful observation, and I even went so far as to scout out for the specific brand you like and some even required shipping from elsewhere because the grocery stores near us didn’t stock it, and I got you wet wipes because you’re always spilling things, or maybe you could use them after you’re done snacking while on the go, but you still have the AUDACITY to call it FREEBIES?!”

At the sight of Jin gone red in the face, the snickers that the rest of you had been holding in came bursting out.

“Ok, I think we’re the last two to open our gifts,” Taehyung says, reading the room and moving on quickly before Jin could get even more agitated. “____, this is yours from your secret santa.”

Ripping open the wrapping paper swiftly, you find a brown leather-bound journal with your initials embossed on them in gold.

“Oh! This is beautiful,” you gush. “And since we’re the last two, this must be from Jimin!”

Even through the screen, the sight of your friend’s smile, eyes all scrunched up with the sincerity of it, has your heart swelling.

“And that means… that I’m your secret santee!” Taehyung gasps. “No way. And this whole time I was calling you a bad liar.”

He rambles on, explaining to the rest about your sly method of attempting to discreetly ask him what he might like for Christmas. The whole time, you’re chewing on your lip, trying to find the right moment to interject and explain what’s happened.

“Ok! So,” Taehyung finally pauses, looking at you expectantly, “I’m ready for my present!” His hands are cupped and ready to receive the present… that will not make it to him tonight.

You place your hands in his, lowering them gently and taking in his obvious confusion. “I’m so sorry, Tae, I left your present back at home. I promise I’ll bring it over tomorrow! Or you can come over after this to grab it if you want.”

“Oh,” he says, puppy dog pout hitting you full-force with guilt. “But I still want a gift now, so…”

Grasping your hands that are still in his, he tugs you forward into his chest, and plants a soft kiss on your lips.

Silence. Both from your brain, and from everyone around.

It lasts for two seconds -- your group of friends has never found it easy to shut up after all -- and then it’s an eruption, pulling you back to the reality that the two of you are not alone.

You can hear Jungkook screaming, “GROSS!” and Namjoon yelling in confusion. But Jimin’s tinkling laughter, filled with unmistakable joy, cuts through the noise along with a raspily muttered, “It’s about fucking time.” from Yoongi.

In the background, you hear Jungkook asking, “Waaaait, so does this mean that Seokjin has to give Namjoon a kiss now too?” and Jin’s immediate, “NO!”

The noise jump starts your brain back into motion. You attempt to pull away from Taehyung, highly aware that your friends are subject to witnessing all of this, but he tugs you back, anchoring you to him with an arm wrapped firmly around your waist. The laughter from the laptop speakers turns into cries of outrage and then an abrupt return to silence with a click, and you realize that Taehyung must have closed his laptop, ending the Zoom call.

Looping your arms around Taehyung’s shoulders, you begin to respond to his kiss, eyelids fluttering closed. It’s new, it’s electrifying. But it’s also like something deep inside has finally clicked, like you’ve finally arrived. You’re home.

“Did you know?” you ask. “About me having feelings for you?”

“Yeah,” Taehyung admits. Heat rises to your cheeks at that, and you hide your face in his chest. Now that you don’t have to be seated on the floor to be in frame for the Zoom call, the two of you opted to move to the lumpy but still much more comfortable couch.

The gentle strokes of his hand in your hair is familiar and comforting, reminding you of the infinite patience he’s always shown to you. It’s a reminder that this is Taehyung. The boy you grew up with through thick and thin. Your best friend. And that gives you the boldness to continue despite your embarrassment.

“How? And when?”

“Honestly,” he trails off slightly, in thought, “I think it was Samantha who made me realize it.”

A pang of jealousy hits you. But you’re immediately wondering if it’s even warranted, now that you guys are… Well, what exactly are you? You make a mental note to clarify that.

“She was jealous, y’know,” he continues. “Didn’t want to say it at first, and tried to put up with it because she understood that our friendship is not something she could just expect me to give up.

“But it got to a point where things just couldn’t go on any longer. What she initially saw as discomfort that she would learn to overcome with time, soon became an awareness that the two of us were crossing the line of just friends, even if we hadn’t realized it at the time.”

Taehyung sighs, causing you to look at him. He smiles down at you, and skims your cheek with his thumb affectionately. “Maybe it’s because you’ve been here by my side all my life, that it was such a gradual thing and neither of us really realized it.”

“Yeah,” you mumble. “It was only after you began dating her that I realized how not okay with that I was. I thought it was just me being the possessive best friend trying to get used to having to share you. But then I realized I didn’t just want my best friend back. I wanted what she had.”

Swallowing hard, you remember the bitterness of the jealousy you felt back then, and that still recurs from time to time.

“What about you then? How did you come to recognize your feelings?” you ask.

“Samantha made me face up to them.” There’s a faraway look in his eyes. “One day she laid it all out, about us being more than just friends. And when I denied it, she asked me, would I choose you over her if I were forced into making that decision. The answer very nearly rolled straight off my tongue. And that was when I knew.”

“Is that why you broke up?” you ask. Taehyung nods. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, you silly girl.” He boops you on the nose. “I’m just thankful that Samantha was as understanding as she was about it. I think that’s why it took me a long time to get over it -- knowing that I’d hurt someone as wonderful as she is with my own blind ignorance.”

“And you too,” he says, leaning down to lay a soft peck on your lips. “I hated knowing that I’d hurt you because of my lack of awareness of my own feelings. That’s why I had to take my time this time around, to make sure that I know for sure.”

“Do you know for sure now?”

“Yes,” he says, holding your gaze with seriousness that has you swimming in its depths. “I’m yours now. Purely and fully.”

When you returned to your apartment the next morning, Irene was waiting to grill you on your whereabouts. It didn’t escape her notice that you hadn’t come back to the apartment the previous night, and she joked about how the vacant rooms in Taehyung’s apartment probably didn’t matter because you could always spend the night sharing his bed anyway.

And when you, blushing madly but holding your own nonetheless, informed her that she was right, well, you should have anticipated her squeals of excitement. “Tell me everything!” she had demanded.

You also should have anticipated the endless teasing that she would put the two of you through, especially in the Christmas season. After a trip out to the stores, finally taking a break from her Lifetime holiday movies marathon, she’d returned with copious amounts of mistletoe to hang all around the apartment, insisting the two of you make up for lost time.

But what Irene doesn’t need to know is just how much the two of you agree with her. Stealing a tiny sprig of mistletoe from around the house -- there’s so much that she wouldn’t even notice anyway -- you pack it into one of the clear baubles you’d bought for Taehyung’s Christmas present, nestling it into the box alongside the other clear baubles that were customized with pictures of the two of you.

[theladyofdeath]

The Perfect Gift {Rowaelin}

Based on a prompt sent in by anonymous.

This has been a hard Christmas for everyone, @snelbz​ and I included, so I apologize for my lack of posts. In years past, Christmas fics have been my favorite to write and post, but this year...I lacked any Christmas spirit, whatsoever. However, as that has been the case for many of us, hopefully these last few holiday fics will give you a little boost of holiday spirit. (;

Written with Shelb, of course.

Rowan got the same gift for Christmas every year: working overtime from the week before Christmas until after the New Year. 

It left him exhausted, hardly able to keep his eyes open as he pulled onto his street. He longed for his apartment, even if he wasn’t sure if he was going to the fridge for a beer or heading straight to bed.

It had been one of those days.

It didn’t help that he had to drive slower, being extra cautious, because of the heavy snowfall. 

He parked in the lot, thankful that there was a spot near the staircase and as he brought the car to a stop, he dragged a hand down his face.

Thankfully, he’d be off tomorrow and would celebrate the holiday with his friends. Before turning right back around to be at work the day after Christmas.

With a yawn, Rowan pulled himself from the car and trudged up the stairs towards his apartment. As he approached, however, he realized he could hear festive music playing from within and he looked up to find a large, and very glittery, wreath hanging on his front door.

He reached for the knob and found it unlocked, which it certainly hadn’t been when he’d left for work this morning.

He slowly pushed it open, and froze.

Aelin Galathynius was up on a stepstool, reaching up high to place a star on the top of a Christmas tree.

It wasn’t his Christmas tree.

Rowan didn’t have a Christmas tree. 

Rowan had zero Christmas decorations, had nothing that resembled the holiday whatsoever. 

Aelin, as she shook her Christmas-pajama-ed ass to the obnoxiously loud Christmas music streaming through his bluetooth speaker, apparently disapproved of that fact.

Rowan cleared his throat, and loudly shut the front door behind him.

She yelped and nearly dropped the sparkling tree topper, but righted herself and turned around to look at him. “Oh. Hey.”

Rowan had to fight off another yawn threatening to take over, but he felt a small delight in unexpectedly seeing his best friend. “What are you doing, Ace?”

“You’re off early,” she said, ignoring his way question and hopping off the stool. She carefully placed the star on the coffee table, which looked like a tiny snowman village. “You don’t usually get off work until, like, ten on Christmas Eve.”

“Lorcan sent me home, said I’d been working too many hours,” he said, leaning against the back of his door.

“Great,” she said, grinning. “Here, go put these on.” She held out a pair of pajama pants, that were identical to the pair she wore.

He blinked at the red and green Christmas trees displayed across the gray, fleece fabric. “Are we really doing this?”

Her mischievous grin deepened. “Oh, most definitely.”

He shook his head, slowly. “You know, I planned on coming home, taking it easy, going to bed early…” He trailed off, taking the pajama bottoms from Aelin, once she shoved them into his chest.

“On Christmas Eve?” Aelin asked, one golden brow raised. She grabbed her phone off the side table and turned the volume down, just a little bit, as some classic, cheesy song played in the background. “You can take it easy, but we’re going to be festive, damn it.”

He sighed, knowing there was no way he was going to win the current argument, and made his way back towards his bedroom. Decorations lined all of the walls and there was some sort of lit up knickknack or garland sitting on every surface of the apartment. He paused and turned back to look at her. “How long have you been here?”

Glancing down at her watch, she said, “I got off work at two-thirty today, like a normal person, so…” She shrugged.

“So two-thirty, then?” He asked, starting his walk back to his room again.

Aelin laughed. “Pretty much.”

Rowan just shook his head as he stumbled into his bedroom. The moment he closed his bedroom door, he stared lovingly at his bed.

His perfect bed.

So comfy, so warm.

With another wide yawn, he kicked off his boots, then his jeans, and slipped on the pajama pants.

He hated to admit just how soft and cozy they really were.

And it didn’t make him want to not climb into bed any less. 

By the time he made it back into the living room, Aelin had forgotten about putting the star on top of the tree and was pulling a tray of gingerbread man cookies out of the oven.

“You need a life,” Rowan announced. “This is…”

“Amazing?” Aelin supplied.

Rowan chuckled. “A bit much.”

She smiled, setting the tray down on the stovetop. “We only get one Christmas a year. Why not make it count?”

He rolled his eyes and turned, finding a festive movie menu on his television, with a pile of blankets on his couch, two mugs of hot chocolate and decorated cookies on the coffee table. He looked back into his room and wondered how he hadn’t noticed his comforter missing from his bed.

“Oh no,” he said, letting his head fall into his hand.

“Oh, yes,” Aelin said, smirking as she moved past him and flopped onto the couch.

“Christmas movies are cheesy,” Rowan muttered.

“Not all of them,” Aelin protested, crossing her arms.

“Yes, all of them, every single one,” he argued.

“You're such a Scrooge,” she teased, picking up her mug of hot chocolate. When she pulled the mug away, she had a thick, whipped cream mustache. 

Rowan couldn’t help his laugh as Aelin’s eyes narrowed. She quickly sucked in her top lip and licked it off, a gesture that made Rowan’s laughter quickly fade.

Rowan and Aelin had been best friends their entire lives. They'd been there for each other through every high and low of their lives, whether that was Aelin graduating top of her class from the University of Terrasen or Rowan’s father leaving just shy of his fourteenth birthday.

Rowan had been in love with her for years.

She had no idea.

“Stop looking at me, asshole,” Aelin muttered, taking another sip from her mug.

Rowan cleared his throat and shook off the moment with a sneaky grin. “If only I had my camera. That would’ve made good future blackmail.”

Aelin rolled. “No need to save blackmail, you already scare every guy I meet away with your looming height and endless broodiness.”

Rowan chuckled. If only she knew. “Alright, Ace. What horrid movie are you forcing me to sit through?”

“A childhood classic,” she said, and pressed play, letting the sound of The Grinch fill the room.

Rowan narrowed his eyes and sat next to her on the couch. “You better be happy Jim Carrey is my favorite actor.”

“Is he?” She asked, with mock surprise. “I had no idea.”

Rowan grabbed a cookie from the plate and bit Santa’s head off. It seemed the best response to Aelin’s sarcasm.

The movie started — Rowan detested movies that spoke in rhyme — and the two settled in to watch. After only a couple of minutes, Rowan was yawning.

“You better not fall asleep,” Aelin said, raising an eyebrow as she looked over at him.

“So bossy,” he said, leaning forward to grab his hot chocolate. He put the mug to his lips and drank. Pausing the movie, he looked over at her. “Is there alcohol in this?”

“You’re asking me if there’s alcohol in it?” Aelin asked, shooting him a grin.

“Of course there is,” he muttered, taking a sip. He could taste a slight hint of rumchata through the cocoa and extensive whipped cream.

Aelin was good at a lot of things.

At the top of the list was a solid mug of hot cocoa.

The titles played, and The Grinch began.

Rowan used to love that movie, back before his father left and Christmas still felt like Christmas.

Aelin had had a hard childhood, too, and Rowan envied her for still loving Christmas. After all those years, she still adored the holiday. Still adored the magic of the day.

Rowan had a much more difficult time getting into the holiday spirit.

That could have been why he chugged the hot chocolate and Aelin was up getting seconds for them both before the titular character was even on screen. That pattern held until an hour later, when Aelin was grabbing a bottle of whiskey out of the freezer, the Rumchata long gone and Rowan was hollering from the living room, voice beginning to slur, “Like, if he doesn’t like Christmas, why doesn’t he just move? I’m sure there’s a community of people somewhere who hate Christmas just as much as he does.” Aelin sniggered as she set down the bottle, but he went on. “And for that fact, the Who’s just need to let the damn man live his life. He’s not hurting anyone up on his mountain.”

“He kind of is,” Aelin argued, closing the fridge and heading back to the living room. “I mean, he scares everyone and makes people miserable on purpose.”

“Yeah, because everyone’s so damn judgmental,” Rowan said, his head falling back against the couch cushions. 

“I shouldn’t be surprised that you love the Grinch so much,” Aelin grinned, falling onto the couch next to him. “Save for being green, you’re practically the same person.” 

“Not true,” Rowan scoffed. “I would never wear the outfit of a German yodeler.” 

Aelin rolled her eyes. “First of all, it’s called a lederhosen. Secondly, you’re so full of shit.” 

Rowan was unable to control his grin. 

“I could see you in lederhosen, by the way,” Aelin continued, sipping from her mug. Rowan followed her lead, the warm sensation of whiskey trailing down his throat.

“I don’t think it’s my style,” he snorted, propping one of his feet onto the coffee table.

“You’d rather wear the table cloth?” Aelin asked, giggling quietly.

“I think that’s more of your style,” he chuckled, tossing back the rest of his mug.

Aelin cocked her head and looked over at him. “Topless, huh? You think that’s my look?”

Rowan began to backpedal. “No, I mean- I just meant it was a skirt.”

Aelin began to howl, Rowan’s cheeks bright red.

“You’re something else, Whitethorn, you know that?” Aelin asked, downing the liquor in her mug.

“In a good way?” Rowan asked.

Aelin looked at him through his side eye and remained silent as she tossed an arm around Rowan’s shoulder. “You’re an interesting man, you know that?”

The alcohol he’d consumed, coupled with the scent of her around him was nearly too much and he was unable to stop his hand from resting on her thigh. “Interesting, huh? Is that a good interesting or a bad interesting?”

Aelin’s own cheeks darkened, but her fingers began to draw small circles into his shoulder. “Good interesting. You’re never boring.”

She lifted her arm off his shoulder, but was glad when his hand didn’t leave her thigh.

“I’ll take interesting,” he went on, even if all he could think about was his hand. His hand that rested on her thigh. Her thigh, which was warm and unmoving. “As long as it’s a compliment.”

Aelin cocked her head to the side, and golden strands fell into her face. “And what do you think of me? Am I interesting?”

“You’re…” His words trailed off as he turned his head to the side and looked into her eyes. Those turquoise and gold eyes that made his knees weak and his heart ache and made him feel like his chest was going to burst. “...dangerous.”

Aelin took a sip of her whiskey, licking the last sip off her lips. “How am I dangerous?”

“First of all, you have no filter,” Rowan said, unable to hide his smile. “You say whatever is on your mind without the consequences.”

“And that’s a bad thing?” Aelin asked, brow raised, still fully aware of Rowan’s hand on her thigh. 

“I say it has both its good and bad qualities,” Rowan followed.

Aelin laughed, quietly, then said, “And what else makes me so dangerous?”

“Exactly what you’re doing right now,” he said, taking a deep breath, regretting it immediately when he realized how close to Aelin he was. The smell of her spice and vanilla perfume him and if he would have been standing, he would have fallen to his knees. “You have to have the last word. It’s impossible to win an argument with you.”

“Some people would call that tenacity,” she said, bringing her legs up and tucking them beneath her.

Rowan’s fingers squeezed gently. “Most people would call that stubborn.”

Aelin tossed her head back and laughed and Rowan was powerless to stop himself from leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to her cheek.

As soon as his lips left her skin and he’d realized what he’d done, his eyes went wide.

Aelin only hesitated for a moment before lifting a beautifully sculpted brow. “What was that for?”

“There has to be a reason?” He meant for it to come out as a snarky remark, to match her tone, but it came out nothing more than a whisper.

Aelin slowly shook her head. “No, there doesn’t have to be a reason.”

Rowan took a moment to try and figure out what that statement meant. Was it an invitation? Something cordial to let him know that kissing her cheek was okay? Did it mean that she wanted something more?

The two fell back into silence and as the movie played, Rowan continued to ponder Aelin’s reaction to his kiss. He was just about to clear his throat and apologize when lithe fingers and manicured nails finger-combed through his hair.

He nearly purred.

Rowan leaned into her touch and closed his eyes for a moment, feeling Aelin move closer as well. He didn’t want to do anything to stop her, didn't want to say anything that would result in her stopping the way she was lightly scratching at his scalp, but he also wasn’t completely positive he wasn’t dreaming.

A thousand emotions rushed him, lust nearing the top of the list. He tried not to let it show, but was certain he was failing as his eyes fluttered shut one more time.

“Feel good?” She breathed.

He made a contented noise, somewhere between a moan and a sigh, and settled deeper into the cushions. With a breathy chuckle, she ran her fingers through the front and brushed the stray strands out of his face. He cracked one of his eyes open and looked at her through a heavy lid.

With his pine green gaze on her, Aelin’s cheeks heated. “What?”

He gently shook his head, but continued looking at her, taking her in. “What's on your mind?”

She took a deep, shuddering breath. “Nothing.”

“Liar,” he said, with a grin. 

“Nothing important,” she corrected, her fingers still working their magic.

Rowan watched her for a second before repeating, “Liar.”

“Why don’t you tell me what’s on your mind?” She asked, turning the tables on him.

He was quiet for a minute more before he admitted, “I was thinking about how different my night is going than I planned.”

She asked, “Yeah?”

He nodded. “See, I was planning on coming home, downing a beer or two, and passing out.” The smirk he tried to hide broke through. “Instead I find you, dancing around my house, baking cookies and just being all around cheery.”

“Are you complaining?” Aelin asked, cocking her head to the side.

“Not at all,” he replied. “I’m the luckiest guy in Orynth.”

She rolled her eyes, even though her cheeks turned a bright shade of pink. “You're full of shit.”

“No, I’m not,” he said, slowly shaking his head. “I mean it.”

Aelin couldn’t hide the smile that grew on her face and when she turned to Rowan, she found a similar smile on his own. The hand in his hair drifted down, a thumb brushing over his cheekbone

“Can I kiss you?” Rowan asked, not letting himself think of the irreparable damage he could be doing on their friendship.

With a smirk, Aelin said, “I thought you already did.”

Rowan hesitated before letting out a breathy laugh. “Well, then can I kiss you agai-.”

Before he could finish, Aelin had leaned toward him, and put her lips on his.

That hand on her though tightened and her other hand framed the side of his face, and Rowan Whitethorn forgot how to breathe as he kissed Aelin.

When they finally pulled apart, both beaming at each other, Rowan wrapped an arm around her and they settled onto the couch.

“I hope you have a pretty good present for me tomorrow,” Aelin said with a grin.

Rowan laughed, pressing a kiss to her forehead. He didn’t bother to tell her that no present would ever compare to this night, she was present enough.

[pipershellokittytop]

jason as a child was not allowed to play with the other kids, he could not eat chocolate when he wanted, he could not do anything other than study or train, jason grace never had a childhood. his only friend was octavian, just because his family was important he was allowed to approach the great son of jupiter, at first they hated each other, after a while you never will never see one without the other. two little blonde heads laughing and giving orders all the time in the military camp. jason was like another son to octavian's family, octavian's mother treated him the same as his son, octavian's father saw jason as a better version of his son, for that and more he began to treat him better, octavian didn't like that. even though they were friends, jason had to remain the golden boy, could never miss a latin or archery class, yes now he has a friend but he isn't a normal kid. jason and octavian's friendship reached limits when belladonna's daughter arrived, the goddess had no demigods for quite a long time so that girl was the novelty, for being the daughter of her mother this girl had the honor of being able to be friends with him, the star boy. reyna and jason connected instantly, they felt very comfortable with each other's presence, it made them good to be together, octavian hated this. octavian didn't leave jason alone for a second, jason was fed up, he wanted to be calm and spend time with reyna, but octavian wouldn't let him. every time they fought more. when octavian saw jason with reyna his blood boiled, he did not understand why his best friend preferred to spend his time with that new girl than with him, at that time octavian didn't know but the reason why he was so angry, so jealous, it's because with the time he developed a big crush on jason, he loved jason with all his heart and he wasn't going to let anyone take it away from him. one morning jason didn't appear, octavian was very scared, within hours the entire city was looking for him, they never found him.

after a while everything calmed down and he tries to get the position that previously belonged to jason, the position of praetor. octavian wanted this place for so many reasons, among them the precision on the part of his family, if octavian did not become a praetor they would hate him, he could not let anyone be a praetor, no one else could have the place of jason. one day out of nowhere a greek boy arrived this guys who could control the water, in less than a week he became a praetor and won everyone's love, even Reyna adored him, octavian is 100% sure that jason would hate percy. to his surprise, a couple of days later his great friend jason grace returned home, on a boat with a group of teenagers and with a faun, jason came hand in hand with a very beautiful girl, inthe second octavian detest her. jason didn't even speak to him, he only spoke with reyna and he went to show the place to his girlfriend, a certain piper. octavian was devastated, the person he loved the most in this world didn't even say a damn (lol) hello to him, could it be that jason doesn't love him anymore? from one moment to another the city was attacked, jason and his new friends ran away with the greek boy, hazel and frank, two new campers. octavian after this he saw jason again just a couple times, when he was trying to kill him (sad i know). the last time saw him was a few moments before he died, he was flying with piper and that boy who blew up his home, a certain leo aka jason's new best friend. we all know what happened, octavian died, he could never say goodbye to his best friend, he likes to think that jason cried for him, that he felt guilty in some way for his death, but who's kidding, he knows very well that jason feels nothing for him, nothing just hatred. the only person who made jason grace's childhood not so bad died. this guy is still being a golden boy, a golden boy who never really made a friend without a person (regulary an adult) help him, a golden boy who never was a kid, just a military. jason grace was just a hero, and thats sad.

[cy-berbyte]

Giga-Brained Cog Bosses HC Hours Feat BG

- They are all evil bitches. All of them. Post over— KWHDJBAJFBAJ OKAY BUT FOR REAL THO:

Non-Romantic HCS:

- VP detests cream pies with all his being, but regardless, has still developed a sweet tooth. He’s tried “toon food” before(aka candy), but decided it’s not good enough for his “Superior Cog Tastebuds” so he’s had some of his workers “Improve” them. Now his favorite candies are high quality Bon Bons that are dark chocolate (SPECIFICALLY 100% cocoa, like the REAL bitter stuff) on the outside, with motor oil on the inside! Yum! :]

- The other bosses don’t admit it, but they do sometimes steal VP’s chocolates for themselves. And yes, a toon has been unfortunate enough to steal and (try to) eat one, and they were saddened on the spot.

- Out of all four of them, VP is the one with the sweetest, most charming, and outwards personality, and he gives the biggest shit about fashion.

- Whenever he thinks about what he would wanna do if he wasn’t evil, VP likes to imagine himself as a director to plenty of hit (commercials and) movies, and he imagines himself living in a super luxurious studio. He hates how the toons have raided his HQ so much so to the point where it looks like the massive shithole you see in-game.

- CFO, like VP, also cares immensely about how he looks, wearing expensive jewelry like rings n necklaces, but when he’s not counting his money, he prides himself in how he carefully spends(steals. He steals.) to have only the finest to fit his tastes. He loves how much cleaner his HQ looks, and his private abode prolly has shit like marble floors or tables.

- Basically? The guy is a massive snob when it comes to architecture, and thus he’ll often watch shows about awful, awful multi-million dollar apartments that look like absolute dogshit just so he can laugh at them and stroke his own ego about how much better his place looks.

- CFO of course hoards money and pretty things like a dragon, but one of his special favorite objects are these tiny trains he owns. He’s like those dads that have a cool little mini train collection/display, and he loves them to death. The only one who knows about them is the VP, mostly cuz the VP genuinely thinks it’s cool, and VP caught him messing with them by complete accident.

- If he ever goes anywhere special, he’ll always nab a little “memento” for himself to remember the occasion.

- The CFO is the massive short fuse, surprisingly. When he’s not being an arrogant cockshit, he’s the quickest to piss off and his anger rivals that of the CEO’s, especially when it comes to his money being stolen (I personally like to think he’ll sometimes yell “I’LL HAVE YOUR HEAD FOR THIS.” when fighting toons).

- CJ, on the other hand, is as graceful and level-headed as you could imagine. If the boss cogs all go out for drinks one day-off, CJ would be the designated driver. He, of course, is the most serious and no-nonsense motherfucker.

- CJ’s unsurprisingly the smartest one of the cogs, his hobbies including reading law books and strategizing the most optimal ways to handle certain toon-related situations.

- Despite this, the judge is actually the most curious about learning new things, including toon behavior, thus he likes gathering information about everything himself when he’s able to.

- The judge is not actually blind, but he wears the blindfold because he has the ability to ‘see’ by sensing everything around him. He almost never opens his eyes because both his sight and his sense working at the same time is too much and thus overwhelms him. It’s considered his only “flaw” by the Chairman.

- The CJ often remarks that, if the world toons live in was not so painfully saturated, he’d actually find the flora... beautiful. He’d like to hang around Daisy Gardens the most.

- The blue muppet-lookin man absolutely, without a shadow of a doubt, plays Microsoft solitaire on those old 90’s computers.

- The CEO may be as cocky and angry as the other bosses. However, he excels at the game of wits/cunningness and is absolutely the most chaotic motherfucker. It’s his way or the highway, he doesn’t care. The CEO gets what he wants when he wants, and if ANYTHING gets in his way, he’ll step on or control anyone to have his way and succeed. He can basically be the embodiment of “Murder, Manipulate, Mansplain”

- He’s the toughest out of the bunch. The CEO will absolutely be the one to start problems on purpose, he has the strongest guts and thus has no problem talking back to even the Chairman if he knows something’s not adding up.

- Golf is his main hobby, or lifestyle, of course. HOWEVER the CEO is also one to indulge in the ‘art of gambling’, as he puts it, and he’s pretty damn good at it! He loves raising the stakes and savors swindling the other bosses of their cogbucks, especially the CFO lol. Casinos are nice places to kick back and unwind at if the golf courses are undergoing maintenance!

- Being the final boss cog made, the CEO has the latest tech and runs with the least amount of issues or bugs. He likes to rub in the fact that he’s got the least amount of lag in his systems, the smoothest treads, etc.

- Roast-master supreme. Will absolutely have a toon’s entire bloodline rolling in their graves by the time he’s done roasting the fuck out of them.

- And speaking of roasts, the CEO is a very picky man when it comes to his things, such as his decor or his banquets. He will accept nothing less than perfection, nothing other than his ideal vision.

- CEO will play any kind of game if it peaks his interest, whether it be IRL or online, if it’s got a deal he can’t refuse, he’ll go for it... (This may or may not have resulted in him playing some unexpectedly-hilarious golf matches with Skipper on Kirby’s Dream Course)

-Out of all of the other cogs, the CEO is the lightweight when it comes to alcohol.

[etoileholland]

Note: please do not repost (copy and paste my writing) and try to claim it as your own.

as of 10/2020 requests are closed

The warnings are in parentheses, if any.

✨ Blessing in disguise; you and Tom are in university together, and the cuteness that ensues (fluffy blurb) (also my first piece)

✨ Last First Kiss; in which you’re afraid of having your first kiss, but Tom is more than patient. (major fluff, a tad bit of body insecurity)

✨ Hold me close, I’ve never been so far from home; because of quarantine, you can’t go back home. Also, you and the boys are getting fed up with each other. (angst, arguments, bad words)

✨ Dinner For Schmucks; you have had far too many bad dates, and Tom has to come rescue you yet again. (major fluff)

✨ I will make it up to you; while in quarantine, you and Harrison are not getting along, and it worries Tom. (slight angst, a sprinkling of bad words, fluff)

✨ Why must I meet you in a secret rendezvous?; you and Harry are best friends, but you’re dating Tom behind his back. (a lil argument)

✨ Love showed up at my door; Tom and Harrison fell in love with the pizza delivery girl, and now they’ve eaten far too much pizza. (just cheesy)

✨ My devilish darling boy; Tom’s son accidentally ruins his script for his new movie after finishing it and is reluctant to tell the truth after Tom blames it on his brothers. (a little argument and some bad words)

✨I can’t hide you from it all; while having a date night, you and your husband Tom left your three year old son to be watched by the boys. Your son ends up getting hurt and Tom isn’t happy. (a trip to the urgent care but nothing gross)

✨ I’d gladly surrender myself to you, body and soul; A lonely Tom wanders into an old jazz club where reader is a last minute substitute sultry singer. The two lock eyes and reader makes the first move by getting flirty during her song and Tom is desperate to find her after the show. (none)

✨ Bundle of joy; you and Tom already have twin boys, but when you become pregnant again, you decide to keep the gender a secret until the birth (none)

✨ La vie en rose; while at a museum in Paris, you meet Tom, a boy so beautiful that the masterpieces pale in comparison to him (none)

✨ Meet the parents; Tom is introducing his girlfriend for the first time to his family and Harrison and she’s a bit nervous but he tells her not to worry (none)

✨ Holland Park; your boyfriend Tom gives you your first ever kiss on a picnic date (none)

✨ I’m not half the man I used to be;  in the span of two years, you and Tom went from being inseparable, to him being someone you heavily detested. What happens when one drunken night rolls around and he wants to reconcile? (alcohol and drinking, a wee bit of angst with a fluffy ending)

✨ The Sims;  You teach the boys how to play the Sims, which may or may not have been a good idea. (fluff)

✨ Seeing double; Tom gets you, his girlfriend, and your identical cousin mixed up, which causes a lot of misunderstanding. (none) 

✨ lead me to your door; you’re Tom’s music loving neighbour, and he loves hearing you play music from your apartment, until one day it stops, which worries Tom (none)

✨If I could be that guy instead of me; Tom doesn’t think you like him in the same way, especially not after seeing you fawn over someone else.

✨ yours truly; a letter box shaped bag prompts Tom to tell you just how much you mean to him (no warnings)

✨ sealed with love, part 2 to ‘yours truly’, where Tom works up the courage to propose to you with the help of an old friend (no warnings)

✨ Hold me tight, tell me I’m the only one; you ask a clueless & oblivious Peter to the 60′s themed prom. (just a ton of fluff)

✨ As sweet as chocolate;  Peter falls in love with the sweet girl who works at a chocolatier. (all fluff)

✨ don’t leave me waiting here; Peter, after a failed mission, lashes out at the reader. (angst but fluff at end)

✨ cooking fiasco; after a failed attempt at making your anniversary dinner, Pepper and May help save the day (fluff)

✨ it’s nice to have a friend; upon finding out that you have no friends at school, Peter wants to be yours 

✨ untitled; a social media au where Tom shows off his girlfriend at a premiere (fluff)

✨ à toi pour toujours- yours always ; a social media au where Tom proposes to you in Paris (fluff)

✨ in my life, I’ll love you more; a social media au where Tom and the reader get married (fluff)

✨ my brother’s best friend; a social media au where you’re Tom’s sister and you’re dating Harrison (fluff)

✨ words hurt; being best friends with Harrison and Tom & them being protective of you when you receive hateful comments (insecurity)

✨ tall girl struggles; dating Harry Holland and feeling insecure about your height

✨ not in the same way; where you’re in love with Peter but he loves MJ

✨ feeling left out; where because of a rumour, Tom and the gang purposefully exclude you

✨ hush; harrison doesn’t tell his family that he’s with you until they accidently find out

✨ I do; where Tom asks for your parents permission for your hand in marriage

• more to come soon •

[parkerpeter24]

detestation

Pairing ➳ peter parker x reader

Warnings ➳ teenage drinking, mentions of sex, fluff, angst, you'll be surprised.

Prompt ➳ "I don't want to go"

This is a part of @farfromhaz's I love you 3000 writing challenge! Congratulations to you angel, you deserve it all and so much more. Secondly, I would like to say that this was inspired by a fic I read on Wattpad but it was deleted, so I rewrote it. I hope you enjoy this, love you ❤

“May!” Your mother squealed, May greeting her with an equally shrill squeal and a warm hug. You laughed and shook your head at the two elderly women in front of you. Your favourite thing about the weekly visit to the Parkers’ residence was seeing your mom laughing and enjoying herself after the excruciating, selfless weeks of her life. The main, as well as the only reason, that you joined her there most of the time.

“Hi May!” You greeted the brunette lady excitedly. She let the both of you inside, her and your mom already drowning in a conversation about some incident that happened a few days back at work, “Oh (Y/n), Peter’s in his room.” She notified you, being very oblivious to your situation.

You gave her a tight lipped smile, nodding your head, and turned to move towards the wooden door of Peter’s room, not before rolling your eyes at the mention of him.

The door opened with a promptness making Peter flinch. His head shot up from his desk to look at you, ignorant of his presence as you walked straight to his bed, plopped down and took out your phone, starting to scroll through it momentarily later, unlike the times you were at school, where you would brawl with each other any chance you got. He scoffed at you. Your head snapped up as your eyes squinted, “What’s so funny?” You threatened.

He chuckled, “You just —”

“Well, I don’t care.” You spat, interrupting him, “Look, it’s just another weekend. Let’s not fight and get it over with already.”

“Whatever” He shrugged. Your jaw clenched at his apathetic behaviour. You bit your tongue and took a deep breath to calm your nerves down. You couldn’t believe how easy it was for Peter to get under your skin.

Peter however, never knew the reason for you guys’ enmity towards each other. At first, you would always try to ignore him in school and he never understood why you were doing that. He even tried to make you like him, but you never showed interest, so he stopped trying. After that, it was constant commenting and bashing the other with words and actions. Rolling of eyes, scoffing and every expression that shows hatred and dislike was shared between you two.

It was about time you got up from the bunk bed, stretching your arms upwards. Peter was still at his study table, flipping through the pages of his book. You rolled your eyes at him, moving forward to get a look at what was so interesting that had kept him so invested for such a long time.

You rolled your eyes as soon as you got a peek of what was in front of him, “Three chapters ahead of the class?!” You scoffed. Peter’s head snapped up, not expecting you there, “No wonder how you’re able to answer all the questions in class. Smartass.” You snarked.

He suddenly smacked his fist on the table making you take a step back out of reflex, “What is your problem?” He asked, “You’re at my house, in my bedroom and you just cannot shut your mouth up!”

You made a disgusted face, “Then, maybe the problem is in you!” You pointed. He stood up from his chair, towering due to the extra inches he had over you.

If anyone else would’ve been so close up your face that you could feel their breath fan over your cheeks, you probably would’ve moved back, been nervous, or maybe even have told them to piss off. But it was Peter Parker, how could you back up. You both were as stubborn as the other.

“You are so —” He starts, running a hand through his soft, brown hair in frustration.

“So what? Huh Parker? Cat caught your tongue?” You spat. It wasn’t even new. This conversation between the two of you, it has been repeated all over the time. You saw his jaw clench and unclench before a look of unconcern settled on his face and he left the room, muttering a ‘whatever’ before slamming the door, leaving you behind.

“Whatever?” You gritted out, trailing his path and slamming the door behind you with equal frequency, if not more.

Your mom and May, who were sitting at the couch, having a pleasant conversation, looked at you and Peter in confusion.

“What happened kids?” May asked.

“Nothing.” Peter breathed out hastily before you could say anything, “I-I was invited to this party tonight.” The change of tone in his voice was evident, and you didn’t miss the way his eyes softened. Minutes ago he was with you and he was talking with venom quoting all his words. You wondered if he would ever talk to you like that.

“Why don’t you take (y/n) with you?” You heard May ask. Your eyes went wide, matching Peter’s chocolate brown ones.

“No, I don’t think my mom would want me to —” You started before getting cut off by your dear mom.

“I have no objections. You kids should socialise a little. It’s fine as long you both stick together. I still remember the time we went to Grace’s party.” Your mom laughed, followed by May and a conversation picked up.

✰✯✰

“You had to open your dumb mouth?!” You slammed the door to Peter’s car, “Nothing of this would’ve happened if you waited for us to leave.” You ran up to match his pace as he ignored you.

“Just keep your distance and call me if you want to go back home.” He said finally and left you there to meet his friend Ned with whom he ushered inside.

You sighed, contemplating on leaving him there alone, but finally decided to go inside, keeping in mind that you’d be safer in there.

A one and a half hour later, you were drunk and bored. You’ve had a few punches and now you were intoxicated, bored and lonely. You barely had any conversation because you didn’t know much about these people. So you stood in a corner by yourself, propped against a wall, drowning in your thoughts and alcohol. Recalling the last time you went to MJ’s and you both discussed how worthless boys are, you chuckled.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a hand slammed on the wall beside you, making you flinch and look at the cause of disruption. A boy, approximately your age, stood above you, black eyes shining due to the blue and yellow fluorescent lights.

“Excuse me.” You said, looking into his gleaming eyes, the alcohol giving you a little confidence boost.

“Hey princess.” He smirked, running a hand through his copper red locks, “What do you think, we have a little dance of our own?”

“Um, sorry but I have a boyfriend.” You said, defensively.

“Really?” He raised an eyebrow at you, “I didn’t see any boyfriend of yours around here for a long time. It seems to me like he doesn’t care enough to be around for you baby.” He chuckled. You felt yourself cringe when he moved closer and tried pushing him back.

“Hey Romeo.” The voice made the boy pull away from you. You sighed out of relief, looking back to see who it was, “I’m the boyfriend.” Peter pointed towards himself, moving forwards. Placing a hand over the boy’s leather clad torso, Peter pushed him away from you and stood in front of you, placing a protective hand in the air. You felt safe, like you always did when Peter was around —and you didn’t even know why— you would be lying if you said otherwise, “Now you may piss off.” He said.

The other guy just rolled his eyes and went off to chase another girl.

Peter turned to you with an unreadable look on his face.

“T-thanks. You really didn’t have to.” You said. He stumbled forward. You could tell he was as drunk as you, if not more.

“I did anyway. So, deal with it.” He shrugged, making you chuckle. He looks cute when he’s drunk. You put your hands on his shoulder when he stumbled once again, moving closer. God, was the boy wasted.

“Why would you help me?” You asked, making him look into your eyes, “I mean, you hate me, always have.” You stated. His brown eyes, once a distant hard stare, softened, just like they did in his apartment, earlier today. You felt something, a strong feeling in your gut, telling you to move closer, so you did.

“I don’t hate you.” He admitted, “You hate me.”

“No, I don’t.” You scoffed, “You do!”

“Okay, this can go on for a while.” He chuckled, pointing between the two of you, then stood up straighter, balancing himself with your help, your breaths mixing, “D-do you want to go home?” He asked, concern lacing his words. You shook your head.

“No, I don’t want to go, anywhere”  You whispered. He moved closer, resting his forehead on yours. His breath fanned over your face, all the while you two looked into each other’s eyes. His eyes flickered to your lips for a moment then back to your eyes, hands moving all the way down to rest on the small of your back.

“Tell me if you want me to stop.” Was all he said before his lips connected with yours.

✰✯✰

You woke up to very unfamiliar surroundings, a white blanket covered your body as the light poured in through the window. You squint your eyes, due to the brightness, and turned to look to your side.

Peter sat at the edge of the bed, head propped up on his hands, just in his boxers. You gulped at the possibility of what might’ve happened last night.

“Peter?” You called out softly. He turned back, focusing on you.

“Morning.” He said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

“W-what happened l-last night?” You stuttered out.

“I guess we had sex.” He stated, afterwards blushing at his bluntness. There was a moment of silence as Peter got up from the bed, walked all the way to the door and stood against it.

“I’m sorry.” You finally said, playing with the hem of the sheets. Peter looked at you with furrowed eyebrows.

“Why are you sorry? We both were drunk (y/n).” He said.

“Yeah but…” You started, holding the sheets firmly behind your back with the help of one hand, “We hate each other! You’re not supposed to sleep with the person you hate.”

“I don’t hate you.” He stated, “I never did. When we first met in school, you were —”

“Why are you telling me this?” Your eyebrows furrowed. He sighed.

“Because.” He searched for words, carefully looking at your expression, then deciding to say, “I like you.”

“What?” You stared at him in confusion. No way in hell could you be awake, this definitely has to be a dream, “Are you kidding? B-because this isn’t a good one.” You laughed bitterly, eyes glossing over with tears.

“I’m not. I’m not kidding at all.” He said, walking back to his initial position and sitting beside you on the bed, “I’ve liked you since, well, for a very long time, but you’re impossible to talk to.”

“What? I’m not the one who is im —”

You were cut off because Peter then pulled you in for a kiss. One hand behind your neck, the other moved to your back, holding the sheets in their place so you could reach yours in the back of his head, playing with the soft curls there.

When you parted, eyes closed and breathing heavily, you could feel his breath on your cheeks, “You’re the impossible one.” You said softly.

“Are you seriously saying that when I jus—”

It was your turn to pull him in for a kiss, happy that the brawl between the two of you was finally resolved, “I like you too.”

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