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ghoulsbounty · 8 months ago

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Could I possibly ask for a second part to What Happens Tonight, where maybe he gets a little more vulnerable with the reader and we see some of those walls being broken down? (But not fully, I still LOVE the angst of him not wanting to give himself fully to someone and how the reader struggles with it)

What Happens Tonight pt 2

Cooper Howard (The Ghoul) x Ex-Vaultie!Reader (fem)

Summary: After the events during the radstorm, you confront the Ghoul about his true feelings.

Warnings: smut (18+), riding, a lot of grinding, fingering, the gloves stay ON, feeding Rad-X, mutual pining, emotionally stunted Cooper, slight soft!dom Cooper, miscommunication, angst.

Word Count: 3.1K

A/N: Thank you for all the love received on WHT part one, and thank you anon for specifically requesting a part two. I had a lot of fun with this one and delved more into the smut but still tried to make sure Cooper kept his boundaries. I’d love to know what you all think to this, and feel free to send me more requests 💌

👉 Read part one HERE 👈

It had been several weeks since you sought refuge in the vault, a period marked by the moment you surrendered yourself entirely to Cooper. The memory of that night left a persistent ache between your thighs, serving as a constant reminder of the intimacy you shared and the emptiness you now felt. Despite this, Cooper had not addressed the matter with you since then. Whenever you attempted to discuss what had come to be known as "the night of the radstorm," he would abruptly turn away, his body rigid and his gaze averted. The tension between you grew with each passing day, the unspoken words creating a chasm that seemed impossible to bridge.

By the time you both composed yourselves the next morning, the sinister weather had come and gone. While the storm had left a physical mess outside, the emotional turmoil between you had created an even greater one. An awkwardness had settled over your relationship, forming an invisible barrier that hadn't existed before. You longed for this tension to vanish as the storm had, but it persisted, clinging to your interactions like a second skin. This discomfort coloured every conversation, every glance, leaving you both trapped in a web of unspoken words and unresolved feelings.

You supposed this was the consequence of crossing that boundary, daring to entertain the notion that you and the Ghoul could be more than mere traveling companions. Your relationship had always been one of convenience, a mutual arrangement for survival. But that night had altered everything—at least for you.

Constantly, you replayed the moments in your mind: the intimacy you shared in that confined space, the way his hands moved over your body with a mix of urgency and reverence. You wondered if you had misread the signals, if the heat of the moment had clouded your judgment. The way he touched you, the way he held you—it all felt so real, so genuine. Yet now, it seemed like a fleeting dream, dissipating in the harsh light of reality. Each touch, each whisper of that night lingered in your thoughts, making you question the line between reality and illusion, and leaving you to ponder whether the connection you felt was ever truly mutual.

But weren't you the one who assured him it would mean nothing? And yet, here you were, longing for him every night as you lay on your bedroll, the void he left behind more palpable than his presence ever was. You couldn't help but feel the emptiness, the way his absence seemed to echo within you.

You found yourself watching him when he wasn't looking, searching for any sign that he felt the same way, that he missed you too. But he remained closed off, his walls higher than ever. Each glance in his direction was met with an unyielding façade, leaving you to wonder if he had already moved on or if he, too, was silently grappling with the same confusion and longing that plagued your thoughts.

You tried to focus on the tasks at hand, to distract yourself with the daily challenges of survival. Yet, every silence between you, every avoided glance, only deepened the chasm that had formed. The tension was a constant reminder of what had changed, making it difficult to concentrate on anything else.

You found yourself wishing for another storm, another night where you could both let down your guards and be vulnerable with each other again. But you knew better than to rely on such whims. Reality rarely afforded such convenient opportunities. You had to face the growing divide head-on, even if it meant confronting the possibility that the connection you craved might never be rekindled.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon and cast long shadows across the wasteland, you found yourself alone with Cooper once more. The silence between you was heavy, almost suffocating, and you knew that you couldn't go on like this. You needed to address the elephant in the room, to find some way to mend the rift that had formed.

"Cooper," you began hesitantly, your voice barely above a whisper. "We need to talk about what happened that night."

He stiffened at your words, his eyes flickering briefly to yours before he looked away. "There's nothing to talk about," he replied, his tone clipped and guarded.

You took a deep breath, gathering your courage. "You know that's not true," you countered, looking down at him from where you stood. The warm glow from the crackling fire highlighted his features as he leaned back against the wall from his position on his bedroll.

Cooper's eyes flickered with a mix of emotions, but he remained silent, staring into the flames as if searching for answers. You stepped closer, the soft crunch of your boots on the gritty floor the only sound in the otherwise quiet room.

"That night," you continued, your voice steady despite the fluttering in your chest, "I said whatever happened wouldn't matter but... I was wrong. It meant something, and I need to know what it meant to you."

He sighed deeply, running a hand over his bald head before meeting your gaze. "You talk too much," he said in a biting tone, eyes downcast as he kicked his boot out in frustration.

"And you don't talk enough," you said defiantly, lightly kicking at his boot when he still refused to meet your gaze despite the scoff that escaped his lips. "You can't just ignore me, or pretend it didn't happen. If you regret it... well, I can handle it. I'm a big girl, Cooper."

"We'd be stupid not to regret it," he admitted, his hands occupied with reloading bullets into the bandolier on his lap. "Doesn't mean I didn't like it," he added quietly, almost to himself.

His words left you feeling conflicted. On one hand, you were relieved to hear that he had found pleasure with you, perhaps as much as you did with him. But the admission of regret lingered, casting a shadow over the memory. He wanted you to feel the same remorse, but you couldn't bring yourself to do so.

"I don't regret it," you declared, your voice firm. "I wanted you then, and I still want you now. Whatever it is that's holding you back, that's between you and your own conscience. But here I am, with you, and I want you."

His eyes snapped to you then, dark and swirling with emotion as he glared up at you. "Have you been taking those pills?"

You looked at him, confused, searching your memory for what he meant until the Rad-X pills surfaced in your mind. You remembered taking one that night after he'd left them on the bed, then discarding them into the recesses of your bag and not thinking about them since.

"What do the pills have to do with anything?" you asked, still bewildered.

Cooper's jaw clenched, frustration etched across his features as he averted his gaze once more. "Supposed to take 'em before exposure," he muttered, "but you were going wild, locking those thighs 'round me so damn hard. I might not seem like it, sweetheart, but I'm just a man," he added, his voice carrying both irritation and a hint of amusement.

Your cheeks flushed at his words, recalling the intensity of the moment when you ground down on his cock as he attempted to pry you off him, moments before he relented and filled you with his hot load.

"If you've been taking them regularly," he continued, meeting your eyes with a meaningful glance, "you'd likely have developed a fair resistance by now."

Accepting the Rad-X felt like a symbolic gesture, a token of protection offered in the aftermath of that intimate moment, meant to erase any lingering traces of radiation from him. You appreciated his small attempt at aftercare, yet couldn't shake the feeling that it was tinged with regret for his own actions. Now, as he sat before you, finally meeting your gaze after what felt like an eternity, a realization dawned upon you: his offering wasn't just a momentary solution, but a precaution for the future. It hinted at a desire for something more.

Your heart swelled with the realization, a mixture of relief and hope before reality dawned on you. "I haven't been taking them," you admitted, your voice soft but steady. "I didn't know that you wanted me to."

He rolled his eyes at the whine that cracked your voice, discarded his bandolier on the ground beside him before lifting his hand towards you with a curled finger in a beckoning gesture. Almost instinctively, you found yourself drawn towards him until you were standing above him, your legs positioned on either side of his as he gazed up at you. His gloved hands traced up the sides of your legs, pausing at your hips before firmly grasping them and tugging you down to your knees, so that you straddled him. A gasp escaped you, a blend of surprise and anticipation echoing in the air.

"Don't get it, do you?" he murmured, his voice a rough whisper against your ear as he pulled you closer. "I wanted to get you ready for me."

You shivered at his words, the intensity of his gaze boring into yours as you leant back to look at him. "Cooper, I—"

"Shh," he interrupted, his hands tightening on your hips, grounding you. "You're still talking too much."

His lips captured yours in a bruising kiss, his tongue pushing for dominance over yours as he held you tight against him. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders for balance, feeling the rough fabric of his coat beneath your fingertips as he dragged your clothed cunt against the growing erection straining his dirty pinstripe pants. The friction sent sparks of pleasure through your body, your hips moving instinctively to grind against him, seeking more.

Cooper's grip on your hips tightened, his fingers digging into your flesh as he guided your movements, his kiss growing more demanding. You moaned into his mouth, the sound swallowed by his insistent lips. Every drag of your body against his made you wetter, your desire pooling between your thighs and soaking through the fabric of your underwear.

With a swift motion, he tugged your shirt over your head, tossing it aside before leaning in to capture one of your nipples between his teeth through the thin fabric of your bra. You gasped, your back arching as his hands worked to unclasp the garment and free your breasts. The cool air hit your skin briefly before his mouth was on you again, sucking and nipping at your sensitive flesh.

Your hands fumbled with the lapels of his coat, desperate to feel more of him, to erase the barriers between your bodies. He helped you, shrugging out of the heavy garment and discarding it with a careless flick of his wrist. You were pleasantly surprised when he let you undo the buttons of his waistcoat, shrugging it off before he stopped your fingers at their decent on his shirt.

"It stays on," he told you gruffly, a hint of vulnerability in his voice that urged you to accept his decision without a second thought. You nodded, your hands running over the fabric of his shirt and across his chest, down his abdomen, feeling the hard muscle beneath the material, the scars that told stories of his past. He groaned at your touch, his hips grinding up against you as his hands slid down to the waistband of your pants, deftly undoing the button and zipper.

"Lift up," he commanded, and you complied, rising just enough for him to peel the garment down your legs, your underwear following shortly after. You were completely exposed to him now, the cool air of the room making you shiver as he gazed at you with a hunger that made your pulse race.

"What a sight," he said, his voice rough with need as he pulled you back down onto his lap, your bare cunt pressing against his clothed erection

You whimpered, the heat of him so close yet so far driving you crazy. "Please, Cooper," you whispered, rocking your hips against him. "I need you."

"I know," he replied with a wicked grin, his hands gripping your ass and guiding your movements, the friction of his pants against your clit making you see stars. "Been needing you for a long time now. Long before that night."

You nibbled on your lip, the waves of pleasure cresting within you almost overwhelming as you surrendered to the sensation of him beneath you. "What kept you so long?" you gasped, your hand instinctively caressing the nape of his neck, your thumb tracing the contours of the thick muscles there.

He chuckled, leaning into your touch, his gaze lingering thoughtfully on your face. "Just honing my patience," he replied with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

You huffed in exasperation at his calm demeanour, your hands moving to undo the buckle of his belt and the buttons of his pants. As you attempted to reach for him, your hand was swatted away, and you tried again, only to be met with the same resistance. "Hey, cut it out," you scolded him, a mix of frustration and desire evident in your tone.

"You'll get it, don't you doubt," he teased, his voice low and playful. With a swift movement, one gloved hand slid between your bodies, his fingers finding their way into your wet heat. A gasp escaped your lips as he penetrated you, his touch igniting a fire within you. Another finger joined the first, and he expertly curled them upwards, hitting that sweet spot inside you that had you burying your face in the crook of his neck with a muffled cry. "Oh, there she is," he declared proudly, a smirk evident in his voice.

You mewled softly against his salty skin, your lips pressing eagerly against the muscle as he slid his leather-clad fingers in and out of you with a delicious rhythm. Each movement sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body, and you couldn't help but rock your hips into his palm, seeking out the friction that made your nerves sing.

You trailed hot kisses along the skin of his neck, feeling his pulse quicken beneath your lips, and then, unable to resist, you bared your teeth and bit down gently. His response was immediate—a deep, guttural groan—as he grabbed at your ass with his free hand, urging you on, encouraging you to ride his fingers with abandon.

Your mind swirled with the sensations of being wrapped around him once more, your movements growing increasingly erratic as you chased the elusive peak of pleasure. He smiled against your bare shoulder, his hand releasing it's hold on your behind to fumble inside your bag that rested beside him as he anticipated your impending climax.

Seconds later, he pushed you back slightly, holding a small brown bottle in his hand. You whined in protest as his fingers slowed to a taunting pace inside you, desperate to regain the momentum you had lost. Your hips bucked instinctively, urging him to quicken the pace once more.

He tapped your cheek lightly with two fingers from the hand that held the bottle, meeting your gaze with a serious expression. "One more move like that, and I'll take them out," he warned, his tone firm but tinged with amusement.

You frowned at the threat but nodded in compliance. Your eyes followed his movements as he deftly unscrewed the cap of the bottle with his teeth, retrieving one of the red pills with his fingers before setting the bottle aside. He held the pill out to you, his gaze fixated on your mouth as he spoke. "Let me see it."

You hesitated for a moment, then complied, slowly opening your mouth and extending your tongue for him. He delicately placed the pill on your tongue, prompting you to close your mouth with another tap on your cheek. As you did, he captured your lips in another passionate kiss, his tongue dancing with yours as he gently manipulated the pill inside your mouth. Finally, he pulled away, leaving a trail of saliva between your lips as he watched you swallow the pill with a satisfied smile.

Your body vibrated at the intimacy, eyes blown as you felt his thick thumb begin to circle your clit, his earlier ministrations continuing as he fucked you hard with his fingers, bouncing you on the palm of his hand. His free hand slid back over the curve of your ass, squeezing firmly as he intensified his movements.

"C-Cooper, please," you began, your voice trembling with need as the heat between your legs intensified, the sound of your wetness filling the quiet room. You dug your nails into his shoulders, anchoring yourself in the overwhelming sensation as he pressed his thumb against your clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

"Almost," he murmured, pushing against the spongy spot inside you that had you hurtling towards the edge. Your eyes rolled back as you gushed into his palm, hot liquid streaming down your thighs as you screamed his name. He smirked, his fingers never ceasing their relentless pace as he stroked you through your orgasm. Wrapping his arm around your waist, he rocked you against him, grounding you in the midst of your intense pleasure. His breath was hot against your ear as he whispered, "That's it, let it all out."

When the last surge of your climax had left your body, you slumped against his chest, head nestled in the crook of his neck as you caught your breath. You kissed his neck, running your lips up his strong jaw until you met his cracked lips. He hummed into you, grabbing your wrist tightly when you began to trail it down to the bulge in his pants.

"Easy there," he muttered, his breath hot against your ear. His grip on your wrist was firm, almost possessive, and he held you close. "What's the hurry, sweetheart?"

You regarded him with incredulity, your gaze searching his eyes for any sign of understanding as you boldly voiced your desire. "I took the pill," you stated firmly, your words weighted with intent. "I want you to fuck me."

He chuckled, his gaze briefly dropping before meeting yours once more. "Oh, I know you do," he said, withdrawing his fingers from your sopping core. A whimper escaped your lips as your walls clenched around nothing, longing for the sensation he had just provided. He brought his glistening gloved fingers to his lips, licking at them with a low groan of approval. Then, he pressed the tips of his digits against your parted lips, hooking them inside your lower teeth while holding his thumb beneath your chin.

"Let this be your lesson to take the fuckin' pills," he admonished, his voice carrying a mixture of gratification and warning.

His hands fell away, and you frowned at the sudden absence of his touch. He placed the previously discarded pill bottle in your palm, closing your fingers around it gently before guiding you off his lap and onto your bedroll beside him with a soft thud. Stretching his arms above him, he folded them behind his head, settling further back against the wall as he gazed out at the crackling fire.

"Until then," he murmured, his voice carrying a hint of resignation, "we'll both be practicing a little patience."

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valkyrieromanoff · 11 days ago

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🎀YOU AS PADMÉ X HAYDEN CHRISTENSE: THE LOVE STORY🎀

FIRST

synopsis: after filming begins, sparks fly between you and your co-star Hayden.

words: 2.6k

warning: not based on real events, fluffy, hint of romance, kiss

a/n: hello there, since I’m on vacation, I wasn’t at home, and typing on my phone was a struggle (lol). Anyway, I really hope you enjoy this chapter—it’s been SO fun and cute to write 🥹💕! I’m excited to keep exploring this idea and seeing where it goes! ✍️🌟

Feel free to like, reblog, and share your thoughts—I’d LOVE to hear them! 🫶✨ Kisses! 😘💌

🌸 Special shoutout to @notantou and @barnes70stark—I hope you both enjoy this chapter! (I hope this is how you tag someone lol) 💖

CHAPTER 2: FILMING

Filming had started in earnest, and each day on set seemed better than the last. Since Padmé and Anakin were a couple, it meant you and Hayden shared countless scenes together, naturally growing closer with every take. It became an inside joke among the crew—wherever one of you was, the other wasn’t far behind. If someone needed to find Hayden, they’d look for you first, and vice versa.

One of your earliest scenes together was Anakin’s reunion with Padmé after ten years apart. Hayden had this way of channeling Anakin’s mix of boyish awe and simmering intensity, and every time he looked at you as Anakin, it felt like the air between you shifted. His gaze was so earnest, so full of wonder, that it made your own smiles feel impossibly real. It was as though the world around you blurred, leaving only the two of you in focus.

A few weeks later, the production moved to Italy to film the Naboo sequences. The trip itself felt like an adventure, from the chaotic energy of boarding the plane with the entire cast to long days filming in stunning locations. On the flight, you’d been seated between Hayden and Ewan. Somewhere over the Atlantic, your head had found its way onto Hayden’s shoulder, and you slept soundly until Ewan woke you, teasing gently that you needed to eat to stay healthy.

Now, you stood by the edge of a lake that looked almost too beautiful to be real. The breeze rustled through the trees, and the sunlight danced on the water, creating a golden glow over the landscape. You adjusted the gradient dress that hugged your frame, its soft colors perfectly complementing the serene backdrop. Hayden, standing beside you as Anakin, leaned closer with a playful smile.

“You know,” he murmured, his voice low enough that only you could hear, “the lake is beautiful… but not as beautiful as you.”

You glanced at him, trying to suppress the warmth rising in your cheeks as the director called for everyone to take their places.

The scene began, and as Anakin and Padmé, you slipped seamlessly into character.

“I don’t like sand,” Hayden began, his voice tinged with frustration and yearning. “It’s coarse and rough and irritating… and it gets everywhere.”

His knuckles brushed against the bare skin of your back, sending a shiver up your spine. You inhaled sharply, your lips parting as you tried to keep your focus. His hand lingered just a moment longer, and his eyes locked onto yours. “Not like here,” he continued, his tone softening, “here everything is soft… and smooth.”

The air between you grew heavy as his hand dropped, and he leaned in closer. Your heartbeat quickened, echoing in your ears as his ocean-blue eyes gazed into yours, filled with unspoken emotion. You could barely breathe, barely think, as your faces drew nearer.

Then his lips met yours.

The kiss was soft but electric, like the first spark of a fire. His lips were warm and insistent, moving against yours with a passion that felt as natural as breathing. You responded instinctively, your hand brushing against his jaw as you deepened the kiss. Time seemed to stretch, each moment suspended in something impossibly sweet and intimate.

When you finally pulled away, your heart was racing. It took every ounce of effort to steady yourself and remember Padmé’s next line.

“We can’t do this,” you murmured, your voice trembling slightly as you stepped back, mirroring Padmé’s internal struggle. “It’s just not possible.”

Hayden’s expression was unreadable, his blue eyes darkened with something that felt like both longing and heartbreak. Whether it was the mark of his incredible talent or something unspoken lingering between you, you couldn’t quite tell.

But as he spoke his next line, his voice heavy with emotion, you couldn’t ignore the way it mirrored the weight in your own chest:

“Anything’s possible, Padmé. Please, listen.”

Even after the cameras stopped rolling, the feeling of his lips on yours lingered, the line between acting and reality blurring more with each passing day.

Outside the set, you and Hayden always seemed to find reasons to spend time together. Nearly every evening after filming, the two of you would set off to explore Italy’s winding streets, discover cozy cafés, or try food recommended by the crew. Sometimes, Ewan would tag along, joking that he was there to keep an eye on you.

“It’s my job, after all,” he’d say with an exaggerated sigh. “Make sure you don’t end up with any broken bones—or worse, broken hearts.”

You’d always laugh, tossing your head back before linking your arm through his and dragging him down the cobblestone streets, his mock protests drowned out by your giggles. Hayden would walk beside you, hands tucked in his pockets, a gentle smile playing on his lips as he watched the playful dynamic between you and Ewan.

But tonight was different. Ewan had stayed behind, citing an early morning call for a particularly tricky scene. That left just you and Hayden, wandering through the warm Italian evening. The soft glow of lanterns lit your path, and the distant hum of a mandolin floated through the night air.

Your hand found its way to Hayden’s as you strolled, your fingers intertwining naturally. His thumb brushed lightly against your palm—a quiet, comforting gesture that felt more intimate than either of you was ready to admit.

“So, what’s on tonight’s menu?” you asked as you approached a small, tucked-away trattoria. Its rustic charm beckoned with candlelit tables and the scent of garlic and fresh herbs wafting through the air.

Hayden opened the door for you, letting you step inside first before pulling out a chair at one of the corner tables. “Let’s see…” he said as he scanned the menu, his brow furrowed in thought. “We had pizza yesterday, so maybe Risotto alla Milanese? That sounds good.”

You nodded, your gaze flicking up to meet his. “It does, but I’m thinking the tortellini. That way, we can share and try both.”

“Perfect,” he agreed, his lips curving into that easy smile you were starting to associate with comfort and warmth.

When the waiter arrived, you placed your orders and asked for his wine recommendation. The moment he mentioned the perfect pairing, you hesitated, glancing at Hayden.

His blue eyes sparkled with amusement as he raised a brow. “A glass of wine with dinner? I think we can handle that.”

You laughed softly, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “Right. Nothing wrong with drinking with a friend,” you replied, the words tasting both true and untrue at the same time.

The waiter brought over the wine, pouring two glasses before leaving you to your quiet corner of the restaurant. The candlelight flickered between you, casting soft shadows across Hayden’s face.

“So,” he began, swirling the wine in his glass thoughtfully, “what’s been your favorite part of Italy so far? Aside from the food, obviously.”

You smiled, leaning your chin on your hand as you considered his question. “Honestly? This. These little moments.”

His eyes softened, his expression almost unreadable as he leaned forward slightly. “What do you mean?”

You gestured vaguely to the restaurant, the warm atmosphere, and then to him. “Just… being here. With you. Wandering through the streets, talking about nothing and everything. It’s easy, you know? Like I can just… be myself.”

For a moment, the air between you grew heavier, but not in a way that felt uncomfortable. It was a warmth, an unspoken understanding passing between you, like you were both teetering on the edge of something neither of you could quite name.

“Well,” Hayden said after a pause, his voice quieter now, “I think that’s my favorite part too.”

Your eyes met, and for a moment, the conversation faded, replaced by the silent exchange of emotions that felt too big for words. The waiter interrupted with your food, breaking the spell, but the warmth lingered, settling in your chest as the night went on.

And as you shared bites of risotto and tortellini, trading easy smiles and inside jokes, you couldn’t help but think that there was nothing ordinary about this friendship—nothing ordinary about the way Hayden made you feel.

“I’m not ready to go back to the hotel yet,” you admitted softly, letting out a contented sigh as you stepped out of the restaurant. Hayden had insisted on paying tonight—it was his turn, after all. Last night, you had covered dinner despite his protests, and you’d made a habit of alternating ever since. When Ewan joined, of course, the unspoken rule was that he would pay, joking that his longer career meant he had “the Jedi Master’s wallet.”

Hayden turned to you with a warm smile, his hand gently reaching for yours to help you down the step at the entrance. His touch lingered, sending a flicker of warmth up your arm. “Good,” he said, amusement lacing his voice. “Because our night isn’t over yet.”

You raised a brow, intrigued. “What do you mean?”

“It’s a surprise,” he teased, guiding you across the quiet street. His hand stayed wrapped around yours, a protective yet casual gesture that felt almost too natural.

“I’m not a big fan of surprises,” you pouted playfully, watching his grin widen.

“You’ll like this one,” he promised, his voice confident but soft, his thumb brushing lightly over your knuckles as if to reassure you.

Before you could reply, a cyclist suddenly whizzed by on the sidewalk. Hayden reacted instantly, pulling you out of harm’s way. Your body collided with his chest, his hands steadying you with a firm grip on your waist.

For a moment, neither of you moved. The world seemed to narrow to just the two of you, the faint sounds of the city fading into the background. You tilted your head up to meet his gaze, his ocean-blue eyes filled with something unspoken. Desire, friendship, fear—it was all there, tangled in the quiet tension between you.

“Surprise,” Hayden said gently, his voice breaking the spell. He turned your chin with a light touch, drawing your attention to the small, charming gelato shop across the street.

“I love ice cream,” you exclaimed, your face lighting up with excitement. Before he could respond, you grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the shop.

The gelato parlor was quaint, its white-and-blue décor evoking a cozy, nostalgic charm. The furniture was simple but inviting, and the sweet scent of waffle cones and fresh cream filled the air. After ordering two cones—yours pistachio and his hazelnut—you found a table outside beneath a string of twinkling lights hanging from the lamppost.

The street was quiet, the soft glow of the lights casting a dreamy warmth over the scene. It felt like a moment pulled straight from a romance film, and for a second, you wondered if Hayden saw it too.

You ate in comfortable silence at first, the occasional hum of approval escaping your lips as you savored the gelato. Hayden watched you, his smile small but genuine, as if he found your enjoyment more entertaining than his own.

Then, as you took a bite, a small smear of ice cream ended up on the corner of your lips. Before you could reach for a napkin, Hayden leaned forward.

“Hold still,” he murmured, his thumb brushing gently over the spot, wiping it away.

Your breath caught at the intimate gesture, your heart thudding in your chest as his touch lingered for just a moment too long. When he brought his thumb to his mouth and sucked the melted gelato off, your cheeks flushed with heat.

The air between you shifted, charged with something unspoken yet impossible to ignore. Your gaze met his for a heartbeat, your pulse quickening at the intensity in his eyes. There was a softness there, a quiet longing that mirrored the ache you were trying so hard to suppress.

You quickly looked away, focusing on your ice cream, though your thoughts refused to settle. Hayden didn’t press you, but you could feel his gaze lingering, as if he was waiting for you to say something, to break the tension that seemed to stretch endlessly between you.

“This is… really good gelato,” you said finally, your voice a little higher than usual, though you refused to meet his eyes.

“Yeah,” Hayden replied, his voice soft and laced with amusement. “It is.”

And yet, neither of you was talking about the gelato anymore.

“I think we should go back,” you suggested timidly, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled between you. “We start recording early tomorrow.”

Hayden didn’t reply right away. His eyes lingered on you, the soft glow of the streetlights catching the flecks of blue in them. For a moment, you felt completely exposed, as though he could see past every word you didn’t say. The moment stretched until he finally nodded, scratching the back of his neck with a boyish smile.

“Sure, sure,” he said lightly, though his voice carried a hint of something unspoken. “Let me walk you home, signora.” His playful tone made you laugh, even as your heart gave an unexpected flutter. He knew perfectly well that you were both staying at the same hotel.

“Thank you, sir,” you replied with a mock curtsey, slipping your arm through his as the two of you began strolling back.

The walk was quiet but easy, your steps falling in sync as you navigated the cobblestone streets. The cool night air brushed against your skin, and the distant sounds of the city faded into a comfortable hum.

Hayden glanced at you as you walked, his expression softening. “You know,” he began, his voice low, almost hesitant, “tonight was nice. Just us. No cameras, no scripts… just you and me.”

You turned to him, caught off guard by the sincerity in his voice. “It was,” you agreed, a small smile tugging at your lips. “I’m glad we did this.”

His hand brushed against yours, and for a moment, you thought he might take it. But he didn’t. Instead, his fingers lingered near yours, close enough to feel their warmth, but not quite touching.

As the hotel came into view, you slowed your steps, reluctant for the night to end. When you reached the entrance, Hayden held the door open for you, bowing slightly in exaggerated chivalry.

“Signora,” he teased, though the smile on his face didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Thank you, sir,” you replied, your voice softer now.

The elevator ride up was quiet, the kind of silence that wasn’t awkward but charged with something neither of you dared to name. When you reached your floor, you hesitated for a moment outside your room, turning back to him.

“Goodnight, Hayden,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Goodnight,” he replied, his gaze lingering on you for just a heartbeat longer than necessary. Then, with a small, almost reluctant smile, he added, “Sleep well.”

You nodded, stepping into your room and closing the door behind you. Leaning back against it, you let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding, your heart still racing from the quiet intimacy of the evening.

On the other side of the door, Hayden stood for a moment, his hand still resting on the wall where he’d leaned during your goodbye. He exhaled softly, shaking his head at himself before turning to head to his room.

Neither of you could quite put words to the connection growing between you. But as the night faded into memory, one thing was certain—this was far more than just friendship.

#hayden christensen #hayden christensen x reader #Hayden Christensen Headcanons #hayden christensen fic #hayden christensen fanfiction #hayden christensen x you #hayden christensen appreciation

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luckykiwiii101 · 1 year ago

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Hey Upper East Siders. Want to play a game…? One condition, this time you HAVE to play by the rules. Or it’s game over…

- XoXo, Gossip Girl 💋 💌

And who am i? That’s one secret i’ll never tell, You know you love me - XoXo, Gossip Girl 💋 💌

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♥️🖤♥️🖤♥️🖤♥️🖤♥️🖤♥️🖤♥️🖤♥️🖤♥️🖤

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Hey Upper east siders.

It’s that time of year again. When the sleigh bells are jingling and people add more items to their never ending wish list.What if i told you…it’s more than just a wish list.Ever wanted something so bad that you would do ANYTHING to get it? Well luckily, i’m not talking about signing a contract in blood. You don’t even have to lift a finger, nor shed any blood…or tears. You can have everything you’ve ever wished for.You just have to play a little game. Will you accept this dance…? If the answer is yes…keep on reading.

Now that we’re nice and ready. We can get started on this super quick and fun journey. If i didn’t say this earlier, GOSSIP GIRL HERE!! and i have the BIGGEST news ever! YOU will have entered/woke up in the void state within a week and manifested your dream life! Maybe you’ll do it in less than a week, and have a holly jolly Christmas XoXo. Just depends on how determined you are.

You know what happens if you aren’t…right? There are two outcomes. Let’s go over them shall we..?

“Will you have this dance..?” “No”

(Option A)

SPOTTED: Lonely Boy. Can’t believe they didn’t want their dream life, only in exchange for a little persistence. How tragic……And EVERYONE is talking. Wonder what Blair Waldorf thinks. If only they knew how easy life was…

“Will have you this dance…?” “Yes”

(Option B)

SPOTTED: SPOTTED, On the steps of the Met: B. Looking perfect, as usual. Feeling perfect, as usual. Having everything they’ve ever wanted. So much for such little “work”. Did they really think they could just waltz over here and not manifest their dream life? So effortless, it’s almost funny.

So……Which do you choose?

(thought so)

Option B?! Good choice. Looks like Little J will have everything they want and a ticket to the inner circle. Why waste precious time dreaming when waking life is SO much better?

Luckily, your journey will be very short, and VERY sweet.

YOU’VE BEEN INVITED!

Serena Van Der Woodsen, your invitations just arrived. With strings attached. Come out, come out, wherever you are.

Gossip Girl here…enough with the stalling. Now for the main event.

You will spend the next 7 days, accepting that you are a void master.

What is the void state?

Well well well. Look what we have here. An overcomplicator on our hands, caught red handed. (Just kidding, XoXo)

It’s a state of pure consciousness. When you are detached from your physical senses completely. You can’t hear, see, smell or feel anything. Must be heaven if your name is Dan Humphrey.

Did you know, that you enter the void state everytime you fall asleep? Shocked? Well don’t be. It’s nothing special. Things always work out for you after all, should be used to it by now. Doesn’t it feel weird to finally have Gossip Girl on YOUR side? Can’t wait to pry into your success soon……and write ALLLLLL about it. You better not disappoint me, you know what happens next. Don’t wanna end up like lonely boy……do you?

“But i don’t believe in the Void State.”

- Said no sane person ever. Unless your Queen B with a broken heart.

Here you go! 💋💌💋

Does little J want a virtual slap of common sense? Don’t tempt me. A few clicked pics of your journey home could turn into a journey to hell. You know you love me. XoXo.

How do I enter the void state?

(Here you go 💌💌💌)

Looks like entering the void state really IS sugar and spice and EVERYTHING nice after all.

Hear those silver bells? It’s a void master INCOMING!!!

Applying states for the void state:

(Here you go! 💋💌💋💌)

And everyone knows the biggest present comes in the smallest box………not so difficult after all.

Then there are those boxes you are SO glad you opened.

“Challenges” to apply:

EVERYONE knows that there’s no such thing as a “challenge”.

“Take one It Girl on a pedestal. Add a crowd eager to see her fall. And give them the means to knock her down. So sad how they know they’ll only be the ones who end up falling” - XoXo Gossip Girl

Is Queen B Feeling frustrated? : (Lotusmi’s void challenge)

Always finding your hands in your hair and your fist in the wall? Well this one’s for you! (💋 💋 💋)

Love complaining? Of course you do! Talk about a Blair Bitch Project.

And for the building to really blow up, all you need is an unexpected turn. Who knew changing attitudes were so helpful?Especially for the Stubborn Blair Waldorf.

Desperately Seeking Serena: (3 day void challenge)

Is Queen S feeling like she needs a whole mind reprogramming in a gorgeously short amount of time? Well it’s time to turn that mental frown, upside down! (Here you go!!! 💋♥️💋♥️)

Ah, what’s that magic word again? Oh, Consistency! Whoops! Don’t tell me you forgot too?

And anyone who’s used to bending the rules will find themselves breaking them.

Feeling like a Dare Devil?: (Void Princess challenge)

Confidence is built, and NEWS FLASH!!! You don’t need confidence to build it. No expense is spared.

(Post is here 💋💋💋)

There’s nothing Gossip Girl loves more than a little……push. Not off of a building of course………ofcourse.

Of course Gossip Girl here isn’t going to link every single void challenge here. Wouldn’t you like to come up with your own? Use your favourite one to your hearts content.

As we all know, there’s nothing Gossip Girl loves more than a surprise.

Is that a smile we see on B’s lips? The spotlight’s on her for once and no one helped her get it. I guess “miracles” can happen.

Distraction Method (made by the one and only, Gossip Girl)

Another stray thought lands in B’s lap. Will she use it as ammunition or will she surrender and put down her arms?

Here you go! 💌♥️💌♥️

What happens if Queen B doesn’t want to persist?

No, that’s not a tear in my eye. It’s just allergies. Without you, I’m nothing. —Gossip Girl

Who doesn’t love a five-finger discount. Especially if it’s the middle one.

Look who doesn’t want to end up on my blog. Who will I gossip about now?

Who cares if i’m pretty if i fail my finals?

Everyone knows that Blair Waldorf is SO much better than Rory Gilmore. Luckily for Blair, the word “failing” is unheard of. Too bad for Rory, it’s all she thinks about.

Read this 💋💋💋

Hey Upper East Siders. We hear that World War III just broke out. And it’s wearing kneesocks. Choose your side or run and hide. We have a feeling this one’s to the death.

Why should I listen to Gossip Girl?

Because “I was a teenage drug addict” is not exactly a winning college essay.

Now have a holly jolly Christmas with your every desire. You can thank me later.

Every happy ending is just a new beginning. Because on the Upper East Side, the good times ALWAYS last forever. You know you love me, XOXO —Gossip Girl 💋 💌

#void state #void #law of assumption #loa blog #loa tumblr #loassumption #loablr #manifestation #loa #loa success #neville goddard

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Imagine being a pilot and being married to Jake. You had a close call at training one day because of a bird strike. You ejected in time, but still, you have to stay for monitoring for the night. Jake is by your side the whole time, collected as ever, trying desperately to cheer you up and make you feel good despite being grounded for the rest of the week. The next day you are discharged and Jake takes you home. He has to go back to work. Even though he jokes that you are probably happy to be rid of him for a few hours, since you teased him for not letting you do anything while you were at the hospital, his smile doesn't reach his eyes. His tone is a bit more on the self-deprecating side than the pure fun side, you notice. However, you can't question him right away, as he quickly kisses your forehead carefully before turning and heading out back to work.

He seems like his normal self once he is back home, if a little more protective of you.

But that night, when you are about to make love, he just touches your folds with his length and lets out such a deep sigh. He put up a front of being okay, that the events didn't shake him as much, that he moved on from worrying once you turned out to be fine. But now that you are both so vulnerable with each other, and he sees your bruises, he cannot keep up this pretence. He starts sobbing. You pull him close, press his chest to yours, your arms holding him so strong and safe. With the movement of getting closer to you, he unintentionally slipped into your depths, and it knocks the breath from you. He whimpers lowly at the feeling, but you kiss his temple, trying to soothe him. You both feel so incredibly close to each other and neither of you want to pull away any time soon. His cries are so heartbreaking and your own worries come to the surface. His openness makes you let go too, and you join him, crying into his shoulder, murmuring how much you love him into his ear. The words and your warm breath on his skin make him shudder. He wraps his arms around you, going under your back and squeezing you impossibly closer. It feels like you are about to melt together, the light sheen of sweat between your bodies sticking you together further, allowing his chest to move smoothly over yours with each heaved breath and sob.

"I'm here, Baby, I'm right here with you" you whisper in his ear, voice thick with emotion and tears, your heart breaking at his choked sobs.

After a while, he calms down enough to just have a few remaining tears run down his cheeks. He pulls back just enough to look you in the eye, "I was so scared for you Honey..."

It breaks your heart all over again, to hear him confess, to see him so vulnerable. Your eyes refill with tears, "I'm so sorry for scaring you."

But now a fierceness comes over his features, "Never apologise, Honey, you did everything right. I'm so proud of you."

You kiss him then, overwhelmed by his love for you and your love for him. He kisses you back with just as much passion.

And then he moves. He starts with slow, shallow thrusts, just rocking into you, then growing the intensity and going deeper.

Even though this is not your first time, it feels new. You saw a new side of him and you both embrace this deeper connection.

-💚

i’m gonna sob! i’m absolutely gonna sob, my beloved anon! jake holds up this wall and although with you he’s begun to lower it, he’s been like this his whole life. it’s still hard for him to be so emotionally vulnerable with you like that. but when he feels you so intimately physically, he can’t help but let his intimate emotions pour out as well. what i would give to have jake make love to me like this 🥺 just slowly and rocking. mmmm. thank you so much for this incredibly touching thought, my beloved anon! 💌

#💌you’ve got mail #jake hangman seresin #💚 anon

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seeingivy · 7 months ago

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bsfs older brother sukuna asks!

OUCH like you're literally crazy thank you so much. random side tangent that no one asked about but basically my mom has a masters in english literature and likes to read/write a lot (which is where i think i get that from) but basically we were talking about books that are meant to me read as books or other writing that is more like cinematic? if that makes sense.

like some people on here write fic that's really prose based and beautifully written. like truly I think the talent lies in how they choose to string the words together that always leaves me in awe. another irl author that does this a lot is celeste ng (ronnie book rec! everything I never told you is one of my favorite books ever)

but then some books are very very plot driven and kind of have plot as the main thing that kind of draws me in. I definitely think i'm this type of writer more where I know that my talent isn't necessarily in how I string the words together (not that I think it's bad, I just think that the way I build something up and make a plot out of something is kind of where I have the most fun and think I do the best in terms of the stuff I put out) an irl book that does this is the seven husbands of evelyn hugo - where it's very jam packed and driven by the actual events of the book as opposed to the actual wording and sentence structure of how they're written.

anyway this ask just validated what I was thinkiNG LOL bc I do think I tend to write some thats more like sucker punch yolo as opposed to really working on writing that's more prose like (and I admire people who can do that because I literallly fumble with normal words, like @/theragethatisdesire and @/neptuneblue are SOOO skilled at this that it always leaves me speechless. anyways.)

thank you again pookie 💌

literally that's emotional whiplash. I reread the entire thing myself (which is crazy, because I rarely reread my own works after writing them, but I do find myself reaching to read this one sometimes) and LORD like i actually kind of forgot the stuff in the beginning so PROPS TO YOU and it's so sweet that you felt all the feels that were going on that makes my heart so so warm.

heavy on the poor weird child me. mind you that both of these characters internal monologue/and somewhat of their backstory is based on me in real life and heavy on loving little weird child you and knowing that they're still in you somewhere fighting in whatever way they can (for me its fanfic....which is very on brand when I think about it)

THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!!! 💌 idk where that all came from in three days but it did and im actually very very proud of it so it makes me so so happy that you enjoyed it!

anyways! idk I hope to write some more soon but someone in my family is having a five wedding events week business going on so i'm like out of capacity all weekend (and already overstimulated from so much interaction)

#asks!#bsfs older brother sukuna!

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These are so much fun, I swear 🥰

How about 🧵 with Clavis? The hand-made gift is a purple knit scarf 🙈

[🧵] 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚏 𝚝𝚘 𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚜, 𝚔𝚗𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎。。。

CLAVIS:

"My, what a lovely scarf!"

You've caught Clavis at the perfect time, right before stepping outside the palace where the cold wind would've met his unguarded neck. You managed to get to him on time as soon as you spotted him preparing for departure. Even his outfit for the day suited the special gift you were patiently preparing for him for weeks...

Even if you initially wanted to wait for the perfect moment (at which point you would've beaten your insecurities, too, hopefully), you couldn't let him go out like that! And now you watch Clavis examine your gift up close, removing his glove to better appreciate the texture, and even bringing it to his nose while humming quietly.

"You've sprayed it with your perfume, bunny... it's light, but I noticed right away. Ahh, it's so incredibly soft, too. You've put a lot of effort in doing this for me. Will you help me put it on?"

Surely, it can't be complicated enough to require your help...were you less of a embarrassed mess right now, you would've done it without hesitations. Now your hands tremble as you somehow successfully loop the purple scarf around his neck and make a knot to reduce the length of the ends, fitting it to what suits his style for the day best.

"Even the color suits me perfectly. I will treasure this a lot, darling, it's already one of my favorite gifts you've given me. Though, I must say I feel a little saddened..."

You gasp, taking a step back (actually to admire him, but maybe after he tells you what's the matter first), worries arising in your mind in the form of dozens of possible scenarios of why he might not like it. Even if he just said he did...

"You see, darling, I'm afraid the winter is at its end. How am I going to treasure your gift when the cold weather goes away? It's a serious problem."

∎ For You, My Valentine‼️- xxsycamore’s 1000 followers celebration party | 💌 event masterlist

#ikemen prince #ikepri #ikemen prince clavis #clavis lelouch #ikepri clavis #ikemen clavis #For You My Valentine!! - xxsycamore's 1000 followers celebration party

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lazar-codes · 11 months ago

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04/03/2024 || Day 19 (dop)

TLDR:

🔸 practised ASL fingerspelling

🔸 started learning PHP

🔸 started learning Blender

🔸 sketched a page in my sketchbook

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Work

Volunteering - Last week was tiring, but fun! The event that I was volunteering at focused on people with intellectual disabilities, and I was part of the health screening section (though I was merely recording data, not conducting the screening). This event had people from all over Canada too. Because of that I had to brush up my french skills, which I haven't used in nearly 8+ years, so that was a struggle. What was less of a struggle was communicating with ASL!! I had one person who was deaf and when I realized it I was able to sign to him! Mind you, when he signed back I didn't 100% understand him because I was too focused on what I was signing, and I definitely made a few mistakes, but I'm still really happy!

5in5weeks - Ok, @izicodes made a challenge 2 years ago to spend 5 weeks learning 5 programming languages, and I thought that was a super good idea and that it would help with my burnout. (link to the project can be found here). Now, I'm gonna be taking weekends off (and I'm out of town for the next few days later this week), so I won't be doing this daily, but I'm gonna try my best not to take random days off. That being said, I'm starting this off with PHP! I covered some basics today by watching a youtube playlist, and I probably won't get through all 100+ videos in a week, but my aim with this challenge is to get the basics done and create something simple. After this challenge, I'll delve deeper into the languages that I like.

💌 Day 1: What are you most looking forward in learning PHP?

I had to use PHP for a class about 2 years ago and I asked my friend to help me (because I had no idea what was going on and it wasn't taught in class), and he basically did the work. Now, I keep on seeing PHP as a requirement for job applications, so I decided to finally get started on learning it. I actually applied for a job half a year ago and they emailed me asking if I knew PHP, and having to say no made me feel like garbage. So...time to change that.

Art - I've been wanting to delve into 3D art for a while now. 3 years ago I looked up the classic donut tutorial for Blender, but that's it. Now I'm gonna do the same thing, but this time progress past the tutorial and actually make things on the regular with it. Hopefully I will be as obsessed with it as I was when I was first learning how to draw, and just pump out as much as I can (quality doesn't matter at the starting point). There's just so much to the interface for Blender that you need to learn...it's overwhelming and intimidating.

#5in5weeks #5in5WeeksCodingChallenge #studyblr #codeblr #100 days of code #programming #coding #lazar blogs #100 days of productivity

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writernopal · 1 year ago

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Happy WBW! 💜💌 What does the ideal (or stereotypical, or both if they're different) marriage/partnership look like in any of the cultures present in the world of your WIP? Is it about a powerful union of equals? Is it about chemistry and happiness? Is the end goal to produce kids? How does gender impact this, if at all? etc.! :) - @liv-is

Happy WBW, Liv!

Oooo this is a fun one! I'll do this as a list and talk briefly about each one! However, you did unlock an infodump about Elves so stay tuned for that LOL.

Humans

Similar to us IRL, people marry if they want to; they don't if they don't. Same-sex marriage is legal, and humans generally don't take an issue with it. Nobles will marry for the usual reasons nobles will marry to consolidate power and to continue bloodlines. There is the expectation that women will take the last name of the man in hetero marriages. In same-sex marriages, they kind of do whatever they want! They can also choose whether or not to have children depending on their situation.

Lizardfolk

All business and no play. Arranged marriages are commonplace, and same-sex marriage is absolutely not allowed. These marriages are solely had for the consolidation of power and continuation of bloodlines at every social stratum, so typically first cousins are considered the ideal match. Women must have children as many as her husband likes, no ifs ands or buts about it. Men may have multiple wives if they earn the right to them (usually as a prize in a tourney of some kind or by doing something impressive, a la being a war hero etc), but women may only marry one man at a time. She can choose to remarry once her husband dies, though she must observe mourning for 2 years so she can't remarry in that time. This law applies all over Oepus, not just for Lizardfolk. There are some who will rebelliously marry whoever they want, but they are usually ousted from society as punishment.

Dwarves

Similar to humans but a little more extreme, so to speak, they marry exclusively for true love. They are extremely egalitarian, so when they marry, they combine their surnames to create a new one. Same-sex marriages are allowed, of course! They often see marriage as a joint effort to make their partner's life as bright and joyful as possible, so they will date or be engaged for a very long time until they feel completely ready to enhance the other's life. They can choose to have children if they want to and when they do, they tend to have lots of them because they really like having big families. They marry for life and will often not take another spouse when their partner passes away.

Elves

Ah, now here come the misunderstood ones lol. Long ago, there was a practice of referring to those very close and special to you as your spouse (mentioned here). This was pretty commonplace all over Oepus but fell out of favor many thousands of years ago. However, Elves never let it go because they live for a very long time, so the tradition still stands to this day. They will also refer to those close to them as a sibling (also mentioned in that post), and because they largely keep to themselves, people actually believe that Elves only marry their siblings. This is untrue. They marry outside their immediate family (this also excludes older generations, aunts, uncles, grandparents, etc) but not outside their patch of forest. Similar to dwarves, they are bonded for life. However, because Elves are such a contained group and they want to sustain their numbers, they must have at least one child. These children are conceived through a special pollination process which is really not a sexual event at all but through a natural process all the same. Couples travel to a special patch of their forest, and the women will shake pollen (yeah, like actual pollen) off of themselves onto the ground. The men will follow after, fertilizing said pollen, and then they all leave LOL. That part takes about 15 mins to do. They come back in two weeks and pick up their sapling (yes, that's what they call their kids), and they physically plant them in a pot and care for them until they become sentient. Depending on their forest type, growing a child can take anywhere from a few weeks to several years. When they finally sprout, Elves basically throw the equivalent of rager because it's very exciting LOL. Also backtracking a little, this doesn't mean that Elves can't have sex, it just doesn't serve the usual purpose of procreating so they mostly do it for fun.

Akuji (Pale Kings)

Exclusively marry Priestesses of Shanta (aka Allmother, the terms are interchangeable) and solely for the purpose of having children because they are they only women that they can have children with. An important note here is that all Akuji are male, there are no female Akuji. Sometimes they love each other but most of the time they don't. Any children born from their union, regardless of who the Allmother is, is a born an akuji.

#thanks for the ask!#nopal answers #aasoaf #aasoaf lore #lizardfolk #dwarves #elves #wbw #the pale kings

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forsythiaproductions · 1 year ago

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The Plot Thickens: Brainstorming for Hugo Ch.6 and Everett's Attic Study

Note: This post is originally from our Week 2 Kickstarter Update, but there's some fun production tidbits we though you all might like to see! Of Sense and Soul: A Queer Victorian Romance Game Pre-Order on Backerkit | Get our newsletter | Send us an ask 💌

Like a well-simmered stew, we've been steadily writing the game alongside getting Seamus Chapter 1 gameplay-ready! I thought I'd tell you a bit about our writing process and give you a glimpse into the "writer's room" in this update.

Of Sense and Soul is written by two people: Rowan leads on Hugo's route and I lead on Seamus' route. It makes for some fun interplay between the perspectives we're presenting, and keeps the plot events fresh (since Hugo and Seamus share common moments together all throughout the game!)

(We also occasionally exchange chapters—Rowan rubs their hands together for Seamus' family drama chapters, for example, while I got to write Hugo being all flustered for the Omnibus scene in Chapter 8 and have written Hugo's poems thus far!)

We ask ourselves what the main objective of the chapter should be, and then determine how we'll frame the events depicted: is it a recollection of some earlier event, or is it chronologically linear? Then, Rowan and I flesh out and bounce ideas regarding the conversations characters share during the chapter as well as their movements throughout it, in pursuit of that chapter's objective.

Beyond the story events themselves in the case of Hugo Chapter 6, Hugo is visiting Everett's study for the first time and will be doing a good deal of observing the space he's in. This means Rowan needs an idea of what Hugo would be seeing.

That brings us to the visuals: We've always operated with art and writing being in production together—with my being the main artist, the visuals of the game have been very much planned and catered to the writing and vice versa. I'm also the resident Victoriana expert and have many references on hand, so we factor this into the brainstorming process!

Read on below the cut!👇

Dr. Lewis is notably a naturalist who studies birds but is opposed to capturing live specimens, (as many scientists did at the time) so what would he keep instead? Empty birds' nests, perhaps, or displays of dropped feathers, or trays of eggshells, or carvings of the birds he studies? These are also the kinds of details Hugo might notice in looking around the room, so they're important to get right.

After the meeting, I sat down to search for references for those decor items and create preliminary designs for the space (via sketching by hand and 3D rendering on Homestyler), and sent these to Rowan to use as they write the chapter. After the chapter is drafted, I'll do an editing pass on it (which we then review together) and then it'll be ready to put in the game.

#visual novel #indie game #historical fiction #queer fiction #historical romance #indie dev #devlog #process

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snoozeagustd · 3 years ago

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100 FOLLOWERS MILESTONE CELEBRATION!?

HI, OKAY WHAT THE FUCK??!! I just woke up and what do I see?

THIS:

I am literally in shock right now!

thank you so much for all of the love that you have given me and honestly thank you so so much for all the support you all have given this blog! I never expected this blog to have 100 followers, let alone more than 100, but you all proved me wrong.

THANK YOU MY LOVELIES I WILL ALWAYS BE GRATEFUL FOR EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU <33

To celebrate (because i like to find excuses to celebrate anything and everything), I wanted to do something fun! Thank you so much Freya darling (@sugarwithtea) for helping me come up with a few ideas for this event and for keeping up with my rambling! This literally would not have been possible without you my jaan!

I will be taking requests for this event over 2 weeks (!!!) and I'll try my best to answer them as soon as possible. Please read the rules for each game (whether you can be on anon, whether you are a mutual, ect)

all posts related to this event will be tagged as #nixie hits 100!

I hope you guys enjoy~~

(please ignore how messy this banner is. i’m doing some semblance of editing after literal years and i have definitely gotten worse-)

💫 vibe check : i’ll tell you what vibes i get from you/your blog in a moodboard (ive never done this before so please don’t mind that it’s not great) (off anon please)

💕 shipping game : send me a description of yourself/a fun fact + a fandom (Marvel, Obey Me, BTS or TXT) and i’ll ship you with a character! (anon is allowed)

🕹️ games: any of your typical tumblr event games! (fmk, would you rather, top 5 or anything else you can think of!) (anon is allowed)

🔖 recommendations (from you) : send me any recommendations you have for tv shows, movies, books, songs, tumblr blogs, etc! (anon is allowed)

📑 recommendations (from me) : i’ll put my ‘on repeat’ playlist on shuffle and recommend you a song! (off anon please)

🫂shout outs: recommend some of your own fics or just some fics you love so we can show appreciation for all these amazing writers here on tumblr! (anon is allowed)

❤ first love: share some crush stories with me! (anon is allowed)

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chittapornswife · 4 years ago

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Ring My Alarm

Genre: university!au, bff!au, fluff, slight mystery!, love alarm!au, angst Word Count: 10.4k Warnings: swearing, making out, 2 cheesy 4 lactose intolerant ppl😭 Pairing: Donghyuck x gn!reader

Synopsis: After having no success with the Love Alarm app when you were young, you try it out again only to find out someone’s been sabotaging you...

A/N: This is for the Love Alarm event hosted by @nct-writers ! I had a lot of fun writing this but struggled a bit with midterms happening😭 Also this is the longest fic I’ve ever written... Hope you enjoy it nevertheless! and Happy Valentines Day to everyone! :D (Mood for the fic!)

nets💌: @nctcreations @czennienet @neoswitchnet @neowritingsnet

It was too lovely of a day for it to be placed in February.

The sun was shining bright, accompanied by a speckle of wispy clouds dotting the light blue sky. It felt like summer was coming even though winter had barely ended, was only starting. But it was nice. A sense of calmness washed over you as the chirping of birds fluttered past your ears and a slight chilly wind kissed your face.

You stopped in the middle of your walk to your university and just closed your eyes, really taking in the perfect moment. It was a moment to remember forever, keep ingrained in your mind on the days you yearned for summer. That is, until you were interrupted by some squealing and shrieking.

“OH MY GOD. I JUST GOT TWO RINGS!!!!!”

“NO FREAKING WAY. I GOT THREE!!!!! EEEEEEE!!!!”

You winced at the shrill sounds, opening your eyes to see a couple of teenaged girls, no doubt on their lunch break and most likely talking about the app that haunted you no matter where you went.

Love Alarm.

The stupid app had come out when you were just about to enter high school and had been the biggest thing to be released ever since Instagram had come out.

The basics of it were that once downloaded on your phone, the app connected to your heart and monitored its pulse to see how it reacted to the people around you, specifically the people you were interested in. It had a 10 meter range so that if you liked someone within that range and they had the app, then it would ring and a little pink heart would show up either on the app if it was open or beside your battery indicator on your phone. Inside of the heart would be a number of how many people were interested in you and had rang your alarm.

All in all, it was tempting and addicting when downloaded as it boosted an individual’s confidence to see how many people physically liked them. Yet, the downside was if you barely had any rings at all, then it could drive you to feeling pathetic, unattractive and worthless…..

You remembered how in high school sometimes there were bets and even contests into seeing who had the highest amount of people ringing their alarm in one day. Of course, back then it was a bit faulty as the app would still ring if you had passed by someone who had rung your alarm earlier in the day.

But now the app was more developed, it gave a reminder of how many times someone had rang your alarm throughout the day, making it easier to find out who liked you and you could also turn it off when you didn’t want to see it on your home screen.

Just like the squealing girls you were passing by now, you had once been filled with excitement at the idea of seeing that little heart fill up with pink and a number inside. But to your dismay, it had only rung once in the couple of weeks you had had it. And that was on the first day you’d downloaded it.

After being discouraged and embarrassed by this fact, you had deleted the app and decided to focus more on school and your close ones rather than put your everything into an app that pressured you into rethinking your attractiveness. Not to mention that the beginning of high school wasn't such a great time for you as you didn't have many close friends nor did you interact with others a lot, being too shy to reach out.

Perhaps, it was due to the fact that you were new, as everyone else was in the beginning of high school and needed time to make friends, to gain people's interests in you. Yet, it still hurt your teenaged fragile mind so much that for the rest of high school, you refused to try again. It was better off to remain clueless.

You stuck your earbuds in, clicking on your "springtime🌻" playlist in attempts to forget the bitter memories you had buried deep, as well as to drown out the girls.

All of a sudden, you were hit in the back by the side of a body as an arm slung over your shoulder and warm, heavy breathing hit the side of your face. The calming classical music in your ears abruptly stopped as your earbud was yanked out of your ear and a loud, "GOOOOOOOD MOORRRRNNNINGGG" bellowed in its place.

Great, as if the girls hadn’t been loud enough, now you were going to lose your hearing from the obnoxious yell from the biggest doofus in the world.

“First off, it’s not morning, second, you have point three seconds to get your arm off of me before I punch you.”

“Woah, woah feisty in the mornings aren’t we pumpkin?”

You turned to glare at the annoyingly good-looking boy who still had his arm around your shoulder, now accompanied with a wide, glowing smile on his face.

Lee Donghyuck. The most irritating boy you had ever met and who happened to unfortunately be your best-friend. You had known each other since elementary and despite not being so close for many years, simply just passing by one another like class-mates, somehow you had grown closer in high school and became each other’s conscience.

Hyuck was the wild, more carefree one who loved to take risks, not caring so much about what others thought of him, simply acting upon his thoughts. Meanwhile, you were hesitant and enjoyed the security of things, not wanting to be exposed into situations that you could regret after.

You balanced each other well and everyone around you found your friendship odd at first but would quickly get used to it. Many thought one of you had feelings for the other, after all being best-friends from high school and going to the same university now, pursuing different careers yet still closer than ever, feelings had to arise right?

But the difference was that, even if you ever developed serious feelings for Hyuck, you knew that you would just be a friend to him, his best-friend. He teased you just like one, never holding back from using his full strength when he punched you in the arm to greet you, the soreness was clear evidence of that. He treated you just like he treated his younger brother except with more affection, calling you pet names and acting like you were his child.

That didn’t excuse the fact that he was attractive. Ever since you had known him there had never been a doubt about how physically blessed he was.

He was babbling about something now as you looked at him, noticing how he had changed from high school.

The once average dark brown hair was now this rich autumn reddish brown colour and much shorter, complimenting his honey-toned glowing skin. Although, you still missed those adorable brown wavy curls that reminded you of 2011 Harry Styles. He had also grown taller, transforming from a high school soft bodied boy to a slightly toned, acquiring a straight jawline “i could thirst trap if I wanted to” type of guy. The only things that hadn’t changed about him were his twinkling brown eyes, either due to mischief or happiness (usually both), as well as those adorable moles splattered on his face and neck.

He was extremely good looking and he knew of it too, constantly informing you of all the people in his class who approached him and gave him their numbers or asked to study with him. It wasn’t as if he was super intelligent but obviously their motives were something else other than trying to get better grades. You couldn’t blame them really but for some reason you were content with the fact that he always turned them down. His reason was that he was too busy with school and friends to think about being in a relationship which reassured you that even if he did get into a relationship, he wouldn’t lose sight of his friends, of you.

“-Anyways, Jeno was telling me that they’re going out for pizza tonight, wanna come with?”

“Hmm? Yeah sure, i’m down.” You luckily caught onto his last couple of words. Hyuck had taken his arm off of you as the both of you turned the corner and entered your university that was littered with students. Instead he snuck it in between your arm, sticking his hands in his jacket pocket which pulled you in even closer to him. Classical clingy behaviour.

“Alright, I’ll let him-”

“Hey, (y/n)!!!!” A familiar cheery voice shouted from behind you two, cutting off Hyuck.

You turned around to see who it was and where, when a certain boy running to you caught your attention. Of course it was Mark, with his dark bouncing hair and beaming smile that could be seen from a mile away. He was also a high school friend but you had only gotten closer in the last year or two. You were fortunate that most of your high school classmates attended the same university so it wasn’t so terrifying to start someplace new as you had some familiar faces around you.

Mark slowed down once he got near you and looped his arm in yours, imitating Hyuck. You laughed at his antics, watching how the sun shone down on him in such a brilliant manner. No wonder his Love Alarm notifications were going crazy.

“Oh, so I get threatened for yelling but when Mark does it then it’s all just peachy keen huh?”

You rolled your eyes, “That’s because he didn’t attempt to make me lose my hearing like you did, dumb-dumb.”

Donghyuck huffed and retracted his arm from yours, sulking and ignoring you as Mark laughed at your everyday banter.

“I’m just happy that all three of us are finally in the same class together.”

You grinned up at Mark as he shot back a puppy-like grin himself at you. He was like a happy virus, always brightening anyone’s mood no matter the moment.

“Real cute Marky, anyways, did you do your homework? You know I’m depending on you to get us good grades in this class.” Hyuck looped his arm back into yours, his small sulking moment all forgotten as he fluttered his eyelashes towards Mark who clearly wasn’t having his bullshit.

“The day I let you ride off my grades is the day I know I've lost my mind and seek help from a medical professional.“

Mark leaned over you and pushed Hyuck’s arm out of yours, jabbing, "And get your grubby hands off (y/n), you’re crimping their style.”

And just like that, they started their daily bickering like an old couple fighting over how to take care of an infant. Of course, you played the role of the infant. It was pretty amusing watching them and seeing the attention they attracted.

Usually, you were not one for attention but there was a bit of a thrill every time you saw people shoot envious looks your way for having such attractive friends. Except, being a couple semesters in these scenes were now normalized compared to the beginning of your uni year when Hyuck had had a hair pulling fight with Jeno, who was also a part of your friend group and in the Automotive Service program.

Luckily, most of the catfights ended after Jeno finished his pre-requisites and now mostly hung around the repair shop, only being available after school or sometimes between classes. You missed his comforting presence but you were still proud of him for doing his own thing.

As you walked into your philosophy class, you wondered how you were going to get through the rest of the semester with these two causing trouble by your side, surely the catfights would soon make an appearance.

"So what? You're gonna stay celibate for your whole life then?" Your friend Demi bluntly asked in disbelief while you stood in the lineup at the campus café.

You closed your eyes, unable to be fully annoyed with her, knowing you brought this upon yourself by bringing up this topic. But she could at least be a bit quiet about it??? The people in front of you had been giving you both weird glances ever since you had told Demi you didn’t use Love Alarm.

"Dem, I just don't like the app, what's wrong with that? I can find myself a date just fine without it, what do you think people did all those years ago?" You spoke in a hushed tone, hoping she’d get the gist that you were trying to keep your conversation on the low.

She laughed, "(y/n) hon, this isn't the 1600's where I'd send a messenger pigeon to explain my love for you after seeing you twice at some ball."

"Okay first off, that's inaccurate-"

"Besides," She cuts you off, "Legit everyone's got the app, it's like a better version of Tinder with all the new updates to it."

Luckily, the people in line with you had gone back to their normal chatter but Demi was always one for being centre of attention. You couldn’t even stop her fast enough as she tapped the girl who was standing in front of you.

"Real sorry to bother you, it’ll be quick, but do you have the Love Alarm app? Asking for my friend over here who doesn't believe in it."

She rolled her eyes, gesturing at you as if you were some outcast which made your cheeks go warm and you averted their gaze.

The girl seemed a bit hesitant as she looked between the both of you before nodding slowly, obviously taken aback by Demi's straightforwardness.

Demi politely smiled and thanked her, turning back to you, once more continuing to pressure you that you should download it.

“Dem, I’m fine without it! Seriously!” You whined as you moved up the line.

Philosophy had finished and now you were on your break which to your dismay, Demi a rather new friend of yours, had asked you to join her for coffee. Hyuck and Mark were going to catch up with Jeno who was on the other side of the campus so you told them you had to bail for a bit, knowing you were going to see one of them in your next class.

After the two of you placed your orders and found a spot to sit, Demi was quiet as she stared at you in thought. For once, it seemed like she was thinking before speaking, often reminding you of Hyuck and how didn’t have a filter either but tried to be careful about his words on occasion.

“Okay, so you don’t wanna rely on an app to find love, I’m slowly trying to comprehend that. But, have you so far found anyone successfully then? Like not on any app but just plain ‘hey i’m (y/n), let’s go out’?”

You pursed your lips, knowing that your answer wasn’t going to help you defend your choice. So you shook your head slowly, waiting for her to retialite.

“Ah-ha! See I told you, finding love or a fuck buddy is hard and even harder now that you don’t have a dating app.”

The barista called your order numbers, finally you had an out.

You quickly got up before Demi could add on anything, knowing that she wouldn’t follow you as one of you had to secure your sitting spot. And if you were really lucky, perhaps she would forget the subject and begin talking about something else. Maybe like how you and Hyuck needed to get together, a rather popular topic she brought up constantly, completely ignoring you when you’d remind her that you two were strictly best-friends.

Or maybe she’d talk about all the cute girls in her class. All you really had to do was bring up the subject and she’d totally forget. Her mind was similar to that of a goldfish’s at times.

As you picked up the drinks and thanked the barista for their help, you gave it a serious thought. You couldn’t help it as Demi had been pressuring you for so long now. For a fleeting moment, you wondered, what if?

What if you downloaded that stupid app again?

You were in university now, there weren’t any of those stupid games or people checking their love alarms constantly, (well many weren’t at least). But you could do it again, try to have some fun.

As cheesy as it was, you only had one life and wouldn’t know until you tried it out again to see if things had changed.

Your somewhat grouchy attitude towards it all of a sudden 180’ed and now you were seriously contemplating it. Of course, you weren’t going to tell Demi that otherwise she’d set it up for you right then and there and you weren’t ready.

At least, not yet.

“Lay off the drinks, it’s a school night you know.”

Donghyuck didn’t even respond to your advice, his eyes glued to the TV screen as he shouted to his “team-mates” in a game he was playing on his Playstation-whatever new edition it was now.

He was sitting on a pillow on the floor with a bowl of chips and several cans of light beers neatly arranged beside him from empty to full. His gaming outfit was always simple but effective for him and others to know what mood he was in.

He wore all black, showcasing that he was not in the mood to be messed with and definitely not in the mood to interact too much or he’d have a what you called a “kindergartener tantrum”.

You were only over because you didn’t have too many plans yourself, as pizza night had been canceled due to exams and hanging out at Hyuck’s dorm was much more comforting than going back to your lonely one.

Many people thought you were lucky to have a single dorm and you were. But very soon the loneliness had caught up to you and not having many of your friends in your dorm building made it worse.

Luckily, Hyuck and the guys’ building was right next door so you always crashed at their places. They never minded anyways, the more the merrier. Besides, Hyuck had been cursed with a partially single dorm as his room-mate was in an exchange program in some other country.

“SHOOT! SHOOT! OHHHHHHHH!!” He yelled abruptly, making you flinch at the random yet excessively loud noise.

It was evening now and you two were supposed to be doing your homework as well as studying for exams but you were laying on the couch scrolling aimlessly through tiktoks while Hyuck of course played his nightly sessions with his friends.

The whole afternoon you had been thinking of giving Love Alarm a shot again. It’s not like the app itself kept a count of how many people rang it like a Snapchat score since that would be a dumb development as well as super stressful.

But it was nerve-wracking to get back out there even if it was somewhat anonymous. You didn’t know if you wanted to do it, especially during a busy time in your semester. In a week you had reading break which coincidentally was a free week that you would be preparing a Valentine’s day picnic with the guys and some other friends.

It was a cute idea you kept seeing everywhere and since the weather had been so nice so far you thought, why not?

But it was stressful to do midterms and try and finish everything before the break so you didn’t have to worry about it afterwards which left you in major procrastination mode.

You groaned, forcefully quitting out of the Tiktop app and placed your phone in your pocket, trying to motivate yourself to study.

“Okay, Double D’s.”

Hyuck didn’t respond, ignoring you as he hated that nickname. It was really his fault for getting it as it had started from one night when he had gotten so drunk that he demanded to buy double D bras for himself because he wanted to feel “secure” and like a “boss ass woman”. You weren’t sure how wearing a bra really related to that since it’s main function was just to keep them literally secured. Nevertheless, he was now called double D’s which was fitting since his name started with a D too.

“Hellooooo, Double D’s, i’m talking to you.”

You could hear the snickers from his headphones as Hyuck scrambled to take them off and quietly hissed, “Don’t call me that!!”

“Whatever,” You rolled your eyes, “Anyways, shouldn’t we be studying for our midterms?”

Now he rolled his eyes at you, his hair looking messier than usual as he adjusted his headphones and turned back to his game. Hyuck truly looked like a little puppy right now which was slightly endearing if he wasn’t angrily yelling at his friends through the mic.

“Hey this is so cute!” You exclaimed as you came across this one tiktok. A person had shared a japanese poetic way of saying I love you and it went like:

the moon is beautiful, isn’t it?

Then another person had duetted and shown that the response to that was:

i can die happy

You messaged that to Hyuck knowing he wasn’t going to be paying attention to you right now to listen to it anyways.

Speaking of attention, you thought about sharing your thoughts with him from earlier today. You had to know what he thought about you trying out the Love Alarm app since he always gave you truthful advice.

“Hey Hyuck,” You started off a bit nervously,

“What?” He mumbled monotonously, his tense back and shoulders flexing from hitting all the buttons on the controller so fast.

“What do you think if I got Love Alarm again for maybe like um a day or two?”

Suddenly, the smashing of the controller buttons paused and it was oddly silent. This was only for a second before he went back to resuming as if nothing had happened and muted his mic replying,

“Doesn’t really matter to me but why do you wanna do it all of a sudden? I thought you hated that app.”

You put your phone down and fidgeted with your fingers.

“I mean yeah but like I was talking to Demi and-“

You were cut off by a scoff, “Of course, I should’ve known.”

Excuse me? You raised your brows towards him and tilted your head at his rude interruption.

“You know Demi just wants to live a fantasy movie type of life (y/n), listening to her is like taking advice from a horribly written cheesy teen movie.”

Now you rolled your eyes, “Okay Dad, as a matter of fact it’s not because of her. Despite her annoying me to get the app I’ve just been thinking that I should give it another chance, yanno? Like I didn’t properly give it a chance because I was so young too, so who knows now, right?”

You were extremely nervous about this. Usually, you never cared too much about Hyuck’s opinion but for some reason this mattered to you on what he thought. It wasn't that you were asking for his permission to get the app so much as how much he cared about your feelings, knowing how you had slight anxiety about this topic.

Not to mention that although he was goofy and loved to annoy you all the time, his opinion was one you really trusted and one that had never let you down all these years.

Hyuck huffed, silent for a couple of minutes probably thinking of how to respond.

“Gimme a second wait.” He said before turning his mic back on and telling everyone he had to go. Then he shut off the gaming console and walked up to the couch you were on, making himself comfortable with a not so pleased look on his face.

“Why are you so nervous about it though? If you don’t wanna do it you don’t have to. I know I have the app so I can’t say much but there are people like you out there who want to try and find someone naturally. There’s nothing wrong with that you know.”

“Yeah, no I know I’m nervous it’s just that it’s scary putting myself out there again like that. I just don’t want anyone to make fun of me if I get like one ring or something.”

Hyuck snorted, “If anyone even tries to make fun of you, you know their faces would be right up on the ground.”

You rolled your eyes at his remark, “Of course let us always resort to violence as the answer Mr. ‘I wanna become an elementary school teacher’.”

A small smile appeared on his face and he shrugged.

“Try it out if you want, there’s nothing to be ashamed of. After all, you wake up everyday actually choosing to look like that and go out without any embarrassment.” He made a disgusted gesture at the matching sweatsuit you were wearing.

“So, it doesn’t matter if you don’t get many rings, you’re still fine without it. You shouldn’t base your attractiveness off an app.”

His eyes held so much care for you that it warmed you to know how lucky you were to have him in your life. If only they weren’t directed towards you as a friend...

You tried not to think more into the care held in his eyes and beamed at your best-friend. It was like he knew what you were thinking and just voiced the thoughts you were scared to take on yourself which motivated you to go on with your actions.

“Thanks Double D’s, you know you’re okay.... sometimes.”

Hyuck glared at you but you could see him hiding a smile as he dramatically exclaimed, “Well thanks for ruining my game night I guess I’ll have to go study now.”

You smiled as he got up and walked away groaning about how he was going to fail and had wasted his time talking to you and not that he had spent two hours playing. Regardless of it all, you knew he cared about your feelings and it made you feel special. He always knew how to make you feel so special.

No.

You shook your head, clearing those intrusive thoughts about you and him being together in a romantic way once more. It was stupid and unfathomable even though he was attractive and so close to you, he would never think of you in that manner so your mind had to give it up.

The feelings kept lingering at times, such as now, which made it even harder on you. But the last thing you wanted was for your friendship to get ruined over some feelings that could be temporary or were incorrect and mistaken.

“Hey, should we order some pizza?” Hyuck’s head popped out from his bedroom with his phone in hand, no doubt already on the line with the pizza place. You rolled your eyes but nodded as he excitedly went back into his room and ordered.

A couple days later, you grew the courage to download the app and did so during a lecture break at the library. But as you were in the middle of it, Hyuck had borrowed your phone because his had just died and he needed to quickly see if his assignment had been submitted or not. Unfortunately, he had accidentally closed the app so you had had to fill out all your information again. Of course, the idiot would.

However, you had gotten it up and running and noticed all the small changes that had happened since you last had had it. Now the little heart showed up and burst like fireworks on your screen when you had your notifications on and was red, as shown in the tutorial.

It was interesting to see that there were different skins to put on as the background too besides the original light pink one.

Overall, the graphics were cleaned up and it looked much better than what you remembered it was like.

Yet to your misfortune, that whole day you had not gotten even one damn ring.

In Philosophy class, English, even in your freaking Developmental Psychology class about love and relationships, you hadn’t managed to get one ring. Yet you heard all of the annoying rings around you on campus which only added to your bitterness and frustration, confirming your thoughts that truly you were the only undesirable one.

You knew in the back of your mind that this probably wasn’t true but you couldn’t help it because why didn’t you have at least one ring yet?

You understood people had certain types and everything but still, no one wanted you romantically or thought you were the slightest bit attractive?

Every time you opened the damn app, it just added on to your misery by showing the whole:

“Nobody within the 10m radius loves you”

Demi had been comforting you by saying that her alarm had only been rung like three times in the whole week but you knew that was a lie as each time you hung out, she gotten at least four to five.

The other guys like Jeno and Mark didn’t know how to cheer you up and so they brought you snacks as a way to show that they cared for you and had awkwardly turned off their alarm notifications so it wouldn't ring around you. That just only made you feel more pathetic and made you think that they thought you were like a sensitive toddler waiting to explode with a tantrum.

Meanwhile, Hyuck was somewhat avoiding the topic as if it was natural for you to not get any rings and that you didn't have the app at all. It made no sense really since he had just been assuring you that it was fine a couple days ago and now it was as if he had forgotten about it despite hearing what was happening to you.

Finally, as the day came to an end, you decided that you didn’t want to feel this way anymore so while at Jeno’s dorm, you deleted the app, still leaving up your account on there for god knows why.

“You know you can’t just base it off one day right?”

You closed your eyes, soaking in Jeno’s words knowing how true they were but refusing to accept them.

Stage 1: Denial

“But you don’t get it, literally everyone has gotten their alarm ring more than once and I can’t even get one in 24 hours! Like am I that ugly?”

Jeno scoffed as he cooked, you were over at his dorm since Hyuck was deep into rushing to finish all of the assignments he had put off. Mark was also over but was napping on the couch from being exhausted with all of the midterms so it was just you and Jeno.

“I don’t think you’re ugly at all. But I also think of you as just my friend and that’s why I can’t ring your alarm.”

“Then who can!?” You groaned, sinking to the floor in a dramatic way that usually would’ve been something Donghyuck would’ve done.

“Well I don’t know, I’m not a psychic nor a time traveller.” He put down the wooden spoon in his hand and crossed his arms, looking oddly cute with an apron on and pajamas underneath.

“But I think you just need to give it another try (y/n).”

“But- but, what if I don’t get any again?”

“Then there’s probably something wrong with your phone.” Jeno somewhat joked, trying to lighten the mood except this stuck with you.

Actually, it stuck with you even after you ate the really amazing pasta that Jeno had made and after you had gone back to your dorm and washed up. As you lay in bed, you couldn’t help but wonder maybe that was it? You knew at least that when you first had the app it had rung once so it worked but now that you had a new phone maybe there was a glitch or something.

It was a solid possibility, not crazy to think of at all since technology had issues at times.

So with that piece of knowledge in mind, you messaged someone who could help you with this and got an instant reply from them back accepting your request. That night you slept a bit more peacefully than you had during the whole week as you were finally going to see if you were undesirable or simply unlucky with your phone.

“Okay, hmmmm.... mhm mm, yep"

"Mhm hmm.... yep, okay got it.”

Jaemin fiddled with your phone as you looked around at your surroundings.

You had forgotten to put your phone on "Do Not Disturb" and really hoped the groupchats you were in with the crazy names didn’t start blowing up in front of him.

Well, Jaemin was kind of weird himself so it was probably fine.

Na Jaemin was an acquaintance of yours from one of your previous classes and someone who had helped you when your laptop had broken down. After that, you hadn’t really talked much but he was always still there to help with technological problems around campus. Your other friends knew of him but he was a bit of a recluse as he spent his time in the computer labs working on god knows what.

He was the only person you could think of that would be able to find the problem and solve it as he enjoyed picking apart and solving issues with phones and computers.

“Okay.” He pushed himself away from the desk while on his rolling computer chair. Jaemin was now facing you and he took off his glasses in a serious manner which contradicted to the casual tone of voice when he said,

“To simply explain it, someone did a certain thing on your phone that prevented the app from functioning, specifically from getting alarms and from you ringing anyone else's alarm.”

"Excuse me?" Was the only thing you could think to say as you blankly looked at him. Jaemin clasped his hands and looked at you calmly like this was an everyday type of thing he dealt with.

"Yep. I'm not going to explain how since it's a bit complicated but they did it in a pretty amateur way so it shows that they were either in a rush or not so great at doing this stuff. Either way, whoever did it had access to your phone so you might know who."

A million thoughts were running through your mind. Somehow, you had not expected your phone to be tampered with and had thought the app had a problem. But someone had deliberately done it to you, but who? The only people that ever were on your phone were Hyuck, Demi and very rarely Mark. Besides that, you had never given anyone your phone and no one else knew the password either.

So was it from those three then?

If so, then why?

It was crazy to even question whether the people closest to you had tried to sabotage something that you felt so anxious about. They all knew about how you had felt about it too. Yet, you couldn’t help but feel uneasy at the fact that you had to ask yourself:

So which one of them did it?

"Do you know who?" Jaemin asked you nonchalantly, wiping his glasses with his t-shirt.

"I-I don't know. There's only I think three people that have access to my phone but they'd never do it though, I’m sure of it." You ran your hands through your hair, trying to process this all.

Jaemin shrugged, leaning back in his chair as he said, "Well you never know people's true intentions sometimes. The person you think of as the nicest could also be doing a lot of shady shit behind and plotting out your demise."

Great, just what you needed.

"Any who, I think you should ask those three if you can either directly or indirectly because I sure as hell wouldn't want someone like that to have access of my phone, who knows what else they could do to it?"

You stayed silent, wondering how this was going to play out now. Should you confront them all right away or wait on it a bit and see how they reacted if you told them you got a ring?

Or maybe... Maybe you knew of a way to get the person to reveal themselves.

"I know this is a weird request but..."

Today was the day.

You were with the guys and Demi at this cool new cafe by the university called “Food For Thought”. It was a super cute 70's cafe with colourful walls plastered in retro wallpaper as well as funky paintings adorning them. The seating was like regular booths but instead of the usual slide in straight and scoot over to the wall, they were half-circles which was cool and had really unique decor pieces on the middle of the table.

Now you were going to see who had sabotaged your phone. It pained you to do this and you had given yourself a major pep talk in the couple of days before leading up to this moment. Even though it was going to hurt no matter who was the culprit, you had to know before they had the chance to do something else even worse. It had affected you so much you began to overthink every small thing in your interactions with all of your friends.

Everyone was having a great time chatting with each other about the relief that midterms were over and that the next week was reading break. This was the perfect moment as everyone was caught off guard so you pulled out your phone, ready to ask Jaemin to do his thing.

That day he had told you that your phone had been sabotaged, you had asked him if there was a way that he could hack into your phone and make your Love Alarm go off while you were with your friends. It was the only way you could think that would get an authentic response from all three suspects because surely, for even a split second, they would not be able to conceal their true feelings when they heard you get a ring.

Jaemin had worked out a way and had told you just to message him when to do it which is when you suggested to all your friends to go out to the new cafe in a non-suspicious way rather than only be around just Mark, Demi and Hyuck. There was a big part of you that wanted to believe that it was none of them. Surely, sweetheart Mark wouldn’t have done it nor would have Hyuck as he was your best-friend and would never want anything bad to happen to you. Demi also wasn’t one to do this behind someone’s back as she simply cut off the people she didn’t like out of her life from the countless times you had heard her stories of her ex-friends.

Jaemin sent a “kk” text and right after seeing it, you heard your phone ding.

No one paid much attention to it, either they thought it was their alarm or that it was just a normal text notification.

Okay showtime.

You took a deep breath, unlocking your phone to see the pink heart with fireworks pop up and using your best acting skills, you made a dramatic noise exclaiming,

“Guys! Holy crap! I got a ring!!!!!!!!’

The loud chatter dimmed instantly as everyone was absolutely shocked. Before you could look at their faces to see who was out of place, Demi broke the silence as she tackled you from your seat and squealed in your ear, yelling how she was right in her belief all along that you would get a ring.

Alright, so definitely not Demi. Unless she was an incredible actress and quick at thinking...

From behind her hair, you could see that Mark was beaming literal sunshine rays and just pure happiness in his eyes with no evidence of bitterness, unhappiness or anything behind it.

So not Mark.

That left only one person.

No, but, it couldn’t be.

You hesitantly and slowly turned your head over to Hyuck, praying that it wasn't him and that Jaemin was wrong and your phone was just glitching.

But as your eyes fell upon your best-friend, your heart broke at the expression on his face. Donghyuck looked frustrated, brows furrowed and his mouth set in a grim line as he paid no one else attention scrolling and tapping on his phone aggressively.

This was just probably a coincidence right?

It had to be.

Yet, it wasn't.

For as he looked up, he let out a sigh, his lips turned downwards in defeat that is, until he looked in your direction and saw you staring at him. Right then, it was like a switch. Donghyuck forced a smile on his face, trying to convince you of his happiness as if you hadn't seen the bitter expression adorned on his face just seconds before. It would have been believable alright but the hostility in his eyes still shone through, unable to conceal his true thoughts.

Demi pulled back from her tight hold on you, blocking your view of Hyuck and was yelling to everyone in the cafe what had just happened. Normally, you would’ve been embarrassed but you were more annoyed that you couldn’t see what Donghyuck was doing now.

So many emotions were going through you, anger being one of them. But the most prominent one of all was confusion.

Why? Why did he do this? What was the motive?

Was this supposed to be a joke? If so, he knew how you had felt about being an undesirable loner yet he still did it? What was the point?

You just needed to know the reason and didn’t care about anything else. But you knew that you didn't want anyone else to know so you still tried to act happy around Demi and the others. As you got up with Demi and everyone kept reassuring you how they knew you’d get a ring, you noticed that Donghyuck was missing from the table which was weird. Did he leave?

"Hey, where’s Hyuck at?”

“Oh, he went to the washroom real quick.” Jeno replied just as the waiters came by with your food.

You got up telling everyone that you were just going to go wash your hands and since they were all so busy with their food, taking pictures and what-not, you up and left. You had never felt as powerful as you did right then, about to confront your so-called best-friend of so many years.

The walk to the washroom was far more elegant and stronger than any model walk you had seen in your life (at least it felt like it).

And just to your luck, Hyuck was walking out of the washroom as you entered the hall, still looking visibly upset but his expression faltered as he looked up to see you and surprise took over.

“Cat got your tongue?” You bit out, crossing your arms, absolutely livid at how he had ruined something so critical to you.

“What the hell does-”

“Why did you hack into my phone and prevent my Love Alarm from working?”

You cut him off and cut right to the chase. You didn’t want to delay it any longer with mindless questions.

He shut up right then, strangely silent, lips pursed and conflicted as how to respond. You waited for a lie to tumble out of those pretty pink lips and you weren't wrong as the only thing he could come up with to your bold question was,

“What do you mean?”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes at his attempt at avoiding the question. Did he really think you were dumb?

“Hyuck give it up, just tell me. I’m your best-friend, or at least I thought I was, but I still deserve the decency to know why you would do this to me.”

He frowned, agitated now as he raised his voice a bit saying, “I didn’t do it! I don’t get why you’re so upset at me when you should be happy that you finally got a damn ring!”

You really wanted to punch him in the face, he was trying so hard to not give it up which only hurt you more. You didn't want him to keep lying to save his own sorry ass, you wanted the truth and the evilness to finally show. Those once warm brown eyes that had looked at you with such a tender care were filled with a cold anger now.

“So you wanna keep lying huh? You want me to explain it then? Okay." You walked up closer to him, a fire ablaze in your heart as you said,

"When I downloaded the app you were the one I gave my phone to in the midst of it and right after that it wasn’t working at all, that can’t just be a coincidence. I got it checked out later on and was told that someone had sabotaged my phone to stop me from ringing someone’s alarm and to not get any rings myself. Basically, my app was useless. Only you, Demi and Mark have access to my phone and frankly, they all look freaking happy out there so I know as hell it wasn’t them. Meanwhile, you’re all upset and plaster the fakest smile on your face when you see me looking at you. So tell me why you did it and maybe I’ll move on. I just wanna know why."

You jabbed a finger to his chest as you snarled, "Why. Did. You. Fucking. Do. It.”

There were tears in your eyes now because you were so done with it all. As if being exhausted with exams wasn’t enough, now you had to watch your back from someone you had been so close to and rethink not only everything he knew about your life but your friendship.

What was real? What was a lie? Was he using you? There were so many irrational thoughts in your head now, had he done anything else? He knew all the passwords to most of your things after all.

Donghyuck's anger had given away to concern now and he tried to calm you down by trying to reach out to your arm, saying, “Look, (y/n) I-”

“Don’t touch me!” You hissed, backing away from his grip. The same touch that had comforted you so many times when you were upset, would always be on you when you’d walk side by side was now utterly repulsive.

Screw this, you didn’t want to talk to him now. He could explain himself later but right now you were so pissed and upset that he could do this to you. You felt like the biggest piece of shit in the world when in reality he should have been feeling this way not you.

“I-I’m sorry, I can’t say why but I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you I just-”

"I know what I just said but just, just explain some other time because I don't wanna be around you right now. I'm really tired." You wiped your eyes, hating that you couldn’t stop the tears from flowing.

Donghyuck looked so exasperated and so tired in front of you that you mentally kicked yourself for feeling any sympathy towards him at the moment. He couldn't just play victim when he wanted to and get away with it.

So you walked away, wiping your tears and trying to discreetly exit the cafe. You messaged the group chat that something school-related had come up so you had to go quickly, not wanting anyone to bother you for a bit.

Then you turned off your phone and made your way back to the dorms ready to just fall in bed and cry for the whole day.

A couple of days had passed and now Valentine’s day was just a day away. Your plans of doing a picnic with everyone had been destroyed as you had told everyone that you weren’t feeling well and had an assignment due that day so it had to be delayed to some other time.

Of course, Demi caught your bluff and made you spill what had happened. To which then you had had to use your full strength to hold her back from going to Hyuck and beating him up. You had also told Mark only because you were all in the same class still and didn’t want to see Hyuck nor sit near him. Mark had told you that it was okay and that he would sit with you and would try to get some information from Donghyuck for you but you declined, wanting to hear the truth straight from your ex best-friend's lips.

Life was pretty shitty without your best-friend and you hadn’t realized how much you had depended on him. The breaks in between classes were so quiet, despite your earbuds being in and Demi sometimes joining you. Some things you laughed at, she didn’t find humorous and it just made you miss Hyuck knowing that he would've laughed or rolled his eyes at you pretending he didn't find it amusing but he really did. This left you feeling torn, you wanted your best-friend back but at the same time you didn’t want to give in.

You couldn't forget what he had done.

Now evenings were spent in your dorm or sometimes Jeno’s who had gotten the gist of what was happening but didn't ask, instead teaching you how to cook or watching movies with you. But it just didn’t feel the same as it did before.

Hyuck had stopped calling and texting you as Mark had told him to back off and now he was giving you space. But for some reason you weren’t content with that, you wanted the attention as selfish as it sounded. You wanted him to keep bugging you with texts and calls because it meant that maybe he cared. Deep down, you told yourself that it was that reason and not that he was just trying to selfishly salvage his friendship as Demi had reasoned.

And now you were going to be spending Valentine’s all alone and miserable.

You had deleted Love Alarm now too despite it being fixed, as it was just filled with negative memories that weren’t worth it for that short thrill.

As you were walking back to your dorms, earbuds in, it was ironic that you wished you could go back to the days where they would be yanked out of your ear and a loud yell would resonate through your soul. You missed the obnoxious game playing and you wondered what he was doing now. Why wasn’t he messaging you? Why wasn’t he finding a creative way to do something to make it up to you?

God, you felt pathetic.

The sun tickled your cheeks and your thoughts swirled into nothingness, just trying to enjoy the simple nature around you as you observed the trees swaying and lots of happy couples around you. Normally, you would be bitter at the happy couples but you didn’t want to focus on the idea of romantic interests now.

Your new Valentine’s plan was just to order takeout and watch rom-com’s to make you feel better about your own. Then you were going to make a small cutely decorated cake like the ones you had seen on Pinterest. Originally, it was supposed to be with Hyuck or Demi but now those options weren’t there anymore.

Well, Demi was, but you felt that every time you two were together now it just didn’t feel the same.

With a sigh, you trudged to your dorm wondering what you could do tonight to take away the loneliness, maybe binge on old Wattpad fics? The cringe in some of them could possibly lighten the despair.

As you went to unlock your door, a bright yellow sticky note sticking right above the lock caught your eye.

Huh? Was this some kind of prank that uni students played on one another?

You looked from side to side to see if it was on other doors but nope, it looked like you were the only one.

You picked it up and squinted reading,

"Meet me at the dorm rooftop tonight @ 10. I'll explain it all but please come. - DD"

A smile crept onto your face but you pursed your lips trying to stop it. Just because he had signed off using the Double D's nickname didn't mean he was let off the hook. You were just a tad desperate and had been dwelling on when he would reach out to you.

It was still a bit weird nevertheless since Hyuck had usually apologized in the past to you by showering you with food and sweet comments, both of which he knew you loved. Also 10pm? That was pretty late and even if it was going to be the weekend soon, you still valued your sleep. But he was going to explain finally and that's what mattered. A huge part of you hoped that everything went back to normal after this and you two could hang out again. You hated not being able to talk with him, he was your number one person to be with.

The hours dragged by so slowly that you decided to just eat some dinner and throw on something nice to show that you hadn't been that affected by this whole ordeal. It was a bit stupid as he had obviously seen your dark undereyes in class and large hoodies you were sinking in around campus.

But tonight there was some excitement buzzing through the air, this was the first thing in a couple of days that you were looking forward to.

Finally, it was fifteen minutes until ten so you shoved on some boots, threw on a large puffer jacket as it was a cold night and made your way to the rooftop.

Each stair you took only brought another question or reason to your mind on why Hyuck had done what he did.

But none satisfied nor seemed right and that was when you came face to face with the door.

God please make it go well, you didn't want to lose your best-friend and start again. You wouldn't be able to start again.

With a deep breath, you opened the door slowly and stopped when you saw what was in front of you.

The usually gray and dull rooftop was now adorned with tea candles and what looked like fake rose petals, covering all the gray. In the middle was a large pink blanket with a picnic basket, smaller blankets, two plates and a laptop in front with jazz music playing from it.

This was definitely not what you were expecting at all.

Where was Hyuck?

As if your mind had conjured him, he stepped from the side, a nervous look on his face as he held a rose surrounded by peonies in his hand and his phone in the other.

You were just taken aback by it all that you didn't speak, just staring at him.

He was in a red sweater with a white button up underneath and jeans, more stylish than what he usually wore yet still in the theme of the holiday tomorrow. Was this a- was this a makeup hangout for tomorrow?

"I uh, first off," he cleared his throat, licking his lips, "First off, I'm sorry. I know what I did was stupid and you don't have to forgive me I get it but I just, I don't how to explain why I did it. I mean I do but I-"

Hyuck sighed, "Do you still have the app?"

Huh?

Why in the hell was he speaking about the app in a moment like this?

"Uh, I deleted it."

"Oh." He looked everywhere but at you. Why was this so awkward?

"Yeah... Um why?"

"Um can you just like download it?" He twirled the flowers around, some of the petals lightly falling to the ground.

You took out your phone and did as he asked, wondering what scheme he was up to now because you couldn't figure it out.

"Okay, downloaded."

No sooner than you had said that, you heard a ding.

It couldn't be.

You weren't even in the app but the little heart with the fireworks exploded on your screen as a 1 showed in the middle of it.

But, but how?

You thought-

"This is why I hacked into your phone."

But if his went off then what about-

"I turned my notifications off because I don't want to know yet and I wanted to share my feelings with you first before rushing it. I know you might not ring my alarm but still I-"

You cut him off as you ran to him, the flowers falling out of his hands as you squeezed him in a hug. He was still for a second before relaxing and hesitantly putting his arms around you.

Hyuck liked you?

The boy you had never thought would have liked you and had beat yourself up over for sometimes having feelings for liked you?

It was like a dream you never wanted to end.

The both of you stayed like that for a bit, being comforted by each other's warmth and fast heartbeats.

You weren't sure how long it had been before you pulled back, your cheeks warm not only from his body temperature but also from the flush at the news.

Hyuck liked you.

Lee Donghyuck, Donghyuck, Double D's liked you.

His eyes glimmered under the moonlight as he smiled. The emotions were different in them now, completely different.

You didn't know what to say besides,

"Why. Why me? I'm not, I'm not even that pretty like those other people that want you."

He frowned, great now you just ruined the moment with your honest thoughts.

"You are beautiful." He whispered as if it was just a secret for him to tell you,

"There’s no if, no when, no but. You are beautiful and alwayswill be."

A shiver ran through you and tears flooded your eyes at his statement, this time from happiness and you buried your face in his warm neck once more as he held you so tenderly. If this was a dream you never wanted to wake up.

Soon, he nudged you off joking, "As much as I love to hug you, the snacks I made will freeze plus my laptop's battery might die out so let's sit."

Once seated, the both of you began to talk endlessly as if you hadn't seen each other in decades.

This time it felt different than before, like best-friends but more affectionate, like lovers.

He explained that he hacked into your app so that it wouldn't go off when he was near you and only stopped you from ringing others so that you wouldn't be busy for Valentine's as he was planning this all for you.

You were a bit upset but his intentions were never to be harmful and he swore that he was going to tell you tomorrow before you went ahead and figured it out. Still, he took the blame for what he did but he told you that for so long he had wanted to tell you how he felt. But each time he either chickened out or your friends joined so he faltered.

This year he wanted to make it different except now he somewhat ruined it.

But you assured him that it wasn't ruined, you still were in awe and on cloud nine from this all. Never had you thought that he had feelings for you and he laughed.

"You never noticed my gaze on you when you smile and talked excitedly with one of the guys or your other friends?"

You shook your head.

"Really? Or the way I always clung onto you, got super close to you and teased you?"

"Nope. I was too busy focusing on the punches you inflicted on my arm and your obnoxiously loud voice."

He laughed which made you smile. He really was like a burst of sun-rays and you wanted to be engulfed in him. A sliver of boldness ran through you as you got up and sat on his lap, taking him by surprise when you rested your head on his shoulder and loosely put your arms around him.

He smelled so good and felt so good too.

"I wish I could be like this forever with you. You have no idea how happy I am and how long I wanted to be like this with you."

"I can't believe we both missed each other's flirting with each other and thought the other only wanted to be friends." He laughed, his chest moving as he did so.

The night was so beautiful and perfect as if it were made for you and Hyuck. The stars twinkled and the moon was so beautiful, shining down upon you.

The quiet jazz music was so relaxing and you felt so at peace now but wondered one thing.

"How come you didn't do this tomorrow?" You yawned, feeling so comfortable in his arms.

He slowly laid down with you still sprawled on him then replied,

"I didn't want my Valentine to be sad the whole day."

You rested your chin on his chest, just centimetres away from his face, filled with pure ecstasy at his sugary sweet words.

The adorable freckles and his love-filled eyes, reflecting you had gotten you so caught up that you leaned in and gently kissed him.

His lips tasted sweet, like the chocolate you just had and very quickly, the kiss got heated. Donghyuck sat up and you wrapped your legs around him, feeling something stir below as he tangled his long honey-toned fingers in your hair while you tugged at his reddish brown locks.

You were the first to pull back, completely enamoured and in awe with him. This was like one of those perfect dreams you had but even better, so much better.

He delicately leaned his forehead against yours, making you close your eyes as he murmured something so softly that you couldn't hear.

"What?" You whispered, opening your eyes.

He pulled just an inch away before he repeated himself.

"The moon is beautiful, isn't it?"

The moon?

Wait.

The tiktok, the japanese meaning.

A slow smile spread across your face, a sweet warmth like summer sun-rays beaming through an open window filled your chest. And you leaned in so that you were right next to his ear and softly whispered just for him and only him to hear,

"I can die happy."

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