#theo fluff

[mmeskywalker]

|| new years and blooming hearts

summary: you’re in pansy’s dorm getting ready to go to the slytherin new year’s eve party. only, you’re a hufflepuff… you arrive to the party and the tension between you and THEODORE NOTT is palpable; so palpable in fact that matteo and enzo decide to help a brother out (by making theodore so insanely jealous that he arrived to his breaking point.) through breathless laughter, cold stares and tough crowds, you find yourself by theo, oddly enough during the countdown til midnight.

word count: 6.6k+

a/n: this is lowercase intended. i just wanted to write about theodore nott/lorenzo zurzolo because he has me in a chokehold. also, i read a fic with a similar concept to this but i can’t find it. if anyone knows which fic i’m referring to, please tag the creator in the comments.

- please imagine theodore with an italian accent, thanks!!! 😓

warnings: italian!theo. jealous!theo. angsty. friends to lovers. slowburn. oblivious reader and theo (they’re both clearly in love). love confession. tension. heavy kissing. pansy x blaise.

6:00P.M.

“okay… so what i’m hearing is that you hate me and want me to die.” you flinched at the dress pansy held to your body, your nose twitching as you dramatically gagged.

it was yellow with black stripes, reminding you of the bee movie you had previously watched with her and your friends in the slytherin common room.

pansy was cackling beside you; her hair hanging low in her face as loud snorts tumbled from her nose. “no—no you have to hear me out,” she cackled. “it’s perfect! it’ll match your house and everything, baby.”

“you know what else is perfect?” your lips twitched into a malice smile.

“what?” she was still laughing, hardly able to contain herself as she ran her fingers through her hair.

grabbing your wand, you pointed it toward the dress. “evanesco!” you quickly shouted, a smirk now adorning your lips as the fabric disappeared from her grasp.

“you’re no fun,” she pouted, her laughter ceasing before giggles bubbled right back up again. “i’ll tell you what, i think i do have a dress for you to wear. trust me?” she asked, still giggling as she cocked her head to the side.

“i don’t know…” you teased, “are you going to pull out another bumblebee catastrophe?”

“no, i promise.” she interlocked her pinky with yours, the laughter finally dying down.

after a moment, you sat on her bed, your head leaning against the headboard as you waited for her to find what she was looking for in the mess she called ‘closet’.

your fingers danced around your wand, attempting to spin it around your unskilled grasp—only for it to end up dropping to your side. you blew out a stream of tense air. “have you found it yet?” you impatiently wailed.

“hold on,” she replied, annoyed.

after holding on for what felt like half an hour — two minutes max — she found the dress she was looking for

and it was beautiful.

it was a black dress with spaghetti straps that would clearly hug your body; long, plain, but gorgeous; just what you wanted.

“pans, it’s perfect.” you said, excitement rushing through your veins before it pained back down. well shit, you thought as your heart practically pounded in your chest.

tonight was the slytherin house party hosted to celebrate the new year. you’re a hufflepuff, a hufflepuff that managed to befriend the group of slytherin that everyone wanted but couldn’t become friends with. you knew most of the slytherin house disliked you, but your friends were feared, nobody dared to say too much about you to your face.

how sweet of them, you thought.

“yeah, it’s nothing special, but paired with a few gold accessories and your pretty face it’s going to look great!” pansy set the dress on the blanket beside you, her hands smoothing out the nonexistent wrinkles before meeting your gaze. “woah— hey what’s wrong?” she asked.

“uh,” you stuttered, looking toward the dress once, twice, before making eye contact with her again. “nothing’s— wrong?” you said, clearly trying to convince yourself of that matter rather than her.

you weren’t too emotional, always being able to hold a strong ground, but you had your days; like most hufflepuff. you guessed that today was one of those days.

great.

“baby, what’s wrong?” pansy asked again, brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear. “you know i’d never seriously make fun of you, right? you can talk to me,” she laughed softly, looking at you with an understanding gaze.

“it’s stupid.” you muttered, a smile creeping on your face despite the heavy turmoil in your chest. “i don’t even know if i should be going to this party… i don’t belong there.”

pansys brows furrowed. “whose making you feel like you don’t belong there?” she was upset, that of which you could tell.

“uh, everyone?” you responded as if it were as plain as day. “well, not you and our friends of course… but everyone else. they so-obviously don’t want me at their party, and i understand that; i mean, i’m a hufflepuff.”

pansy rolled her eyes. “screw them,” she said. “i want you there. matteo wants you there, enzo, draco, and blaise, all want you there.” her eyes glistened in the dim candlelighting, squinting as she drawled out her last sentence with an undeniable tease, “theo wants you there.”

pansy has known about your little crush on theo for years. it started in third year, when he began calling you that nickname you’ve just recently learned the meaning to: soffio.

it meant puff; a simple word that referred to your house, but it made your heart flutter.

he gave you that nickname

and it meant the world to you.

however, your delusions were just delusions. he didn’t know how much that name meant to you because he made it out of ridicule; a teasing ridicule, but ridicule at that.

“whatever,” you rolled you eyes, your thumb brushing away the singular tear rolling down your flushed cheek.

pansy smiled, getting out of bed, grabbing your hands to pull you off of the mattress as well. “you’re coming tonight,” she sing-songed. “and you don’t have a choice.”

7:30P.M.

"are you ready yet?!" pansy yelled against the bathroom door, pounding on it as you stared at yourself in the mirror.

your eyes shifted down the length of your body.

the dress looked just as good on as you imagined it would in your head, and if you were being honest, you're more-so holding her up to stare at yourself a little longer.

cocky, but whatever because you felt and looked amazing.

“one second!” you shouted, fluffing your hair up softly to make it look as if you ‘rolled out of bed’ in a perfect, flawless type way.

you could hear the sarcasm dripping from her tone as she counted, “one,” but you had already opened the door.

she looked stunning as well, wearing a long-sleeved, dark green dress with three gold rings forming a line down her slightly exposed chest.

“pansy, baby, you look so freaking pretty!” you squealed, your hands intertwined with hers mid-air as you both grinned at each other like overly-excited school girls. “me? oh my gosh, what about you?!” she said, her hands moving to your shoulders and rocking you gently as her eyes glistened. “you look so, so gorgeous, y/n!!!”

“i think theo’s going to have a mannerism,” she teased and you rolled your eyes.

“whatever,” you giggled.

. . . . . ╰──╮꒰ 🤍 ꒱ ╭──╯ . . . . .

8:00P.M.

two hundred slytherin and one hufflepuff,

two hundred slytherin and one hufflepuff,

two hundred slytherin and one hufflepuff,

but you’re only focused on six of them.

the six you felt safest around:

pansy parkinson (duh),

matteo riddle,

lorenzo berkshire,

(somehow) draco malfoy,

blaise zabini,

and theodore nott.

obviously, you didn’t walk in unnoticed.

matteo immediately sat up from the couch, making his way over to you as he watched you walk in with pansy. “funny seeing you here,” he teased, “how’s my favorite hufflepuff doing?” his arm wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you in closer to kiss the top of your head.

“yeah, yeah,” you rolled your eyes, laughing as you pushed him away. “and i’m okay, a little nervous, but i’m all good. y’know?”

“nervous?” matteo asked, cocking a brow.

you shot him a look and he quickly understood. “ah, no need to worry about them.” he promised, “they’ll be dealt with if they do anything.”

your forehead wrinkled slightly as you shot him a weary smile. “thanks.” you replied coolly, noticeably unsure of his intentions.

from across the room, theo’s eyes lit up, his frown transforming into a soft, bright smile as he made his way through the thick crowd to get to you. “soffio, you’re here.” his lips brushed against your hair, his arms wrapped around your head, pulling your cheek flat against his chest.

his italian accent was thick and heavy, harder to understand as his voice muffled into the depths of your hair, but you still felt a blush crawl over your flesh.

“theo—“ you muttered, your voice just as muffled as he pulled you even closer, one hand cupping the back of your neck while the other threaded through your hair, “i thought you weren’t going to show up, bella, i was worried,” he then whispered.

matteo shot him a look.

“theo you’re crushing me!” you giggled, your hands crawling up his chest to create a little distance between the two of you.

his large hand gently caressed your cheek; four fingers stroking your jaw as his thumb lingered in its original place, now smiling as he pulled away. “mi dispiace,” he whispered before turning his attention to the friend making his way over.

"i'm surprised you showed up," blaise drawled, leaning against the wall with an amused smirk. "thought you'd run the other way once you heard who all was coming." despite his words, there was warmth in his gaze as it met yours, a spark of admiration glinting in their depths.

“oh, shut up,” pansy hit his side, rolling her eyes. “if you scare her away i’ll beat your ass,” she then whispered, eyes squinting as she playfully bit down on her words.

“relax, ma.” he chuckled, his hands falling to her hips, squeezing them gently as he leaned down to kiss her, “let’s go get a drink, yeah?”

“and that’s my cue to leave,” pansy playfully hit your thigh, shooting a quick glance to theo as if she knew something you didn’t, “don’t do too much without me.”

you shivered as you watched her walk away, your mind racing at what she could have meant; knowing her, it could be anything.

draco entered the room then, scanning the gathering with a faint smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. he hesitated when he spotted you surrounded by the others, finally shrugging as if it wouldn't bother him either way before striding over. "y/l/n," he greeted coolly, shooting a smug look at matteo and theodore. "happy almost new year."

you wrinkled your nose at draco, a playful challenge lighting up in your eyes. "happy almost new year to you too, malfoy."

lorenzo approached last, his gaze taking in the group with a slow appraisal before he settled on you. there was something unreadable lurking behind his dark eyes, a mixture of surprise and a slight hint of desire. "quite the turnout," he murmured.

weird, you thought.

"aye, quite the turnout," matteo replied, chuckling softly as he placed a hand on lorenzo's shoulder. there was a brief moment of tension between them as they glanced toward you and theo, a silent understanding passing between the two of them before both men simply let it slide.

what seemed to you as theo ignoring their odd behavior, he turned to face everyone, clapping his hands together. "ah," he grinned, his voice full of mirth. "glad you decide to join us, lorenzo." theo patted his side.

lorenzo grinned, patting theo’s side in return, “wouldn’t wanna be here with anyone else.” he replied before looking toward the brunette woman he felt eyeing him down. “except maybe her,” he then smirked.

you heard matteo sigh, muttering a series of curse words as draco snickered beside him.

“whore,” draco spoke as if his commentary were a compliment, but lorenzo was too busy undressing the girl with his eyes to notice.

“well go up to her,” you groaned, rolling your eyes teasingly as you pushed him away from the circle. “don’t be a puss; drinking her up from afar is an unattractive trait, berkshire.”

he stumbled, his palms brushing down his white suit before glancing over at matteo. then, he turned around to wink at you playfully. “oh, you’re in for it later,” he chuckled. “wish me luck, love.”

‘good luck,’ you mouthed as he began to walk toward the girl, the tension in the room shifting.

theo scowled at lorenzo, three fingers rubbing against his thumb as matteo teasingly brushed the italian’s side. “chill,” he whispered, a shady smile playing on his lips.

“do not tell me to chill,” theo’s voice rose. “i am chill, no need to tell me to chill if i am already.”

your brows furrowed slightly, confused as to why theo snapped so suddenly. “everything okay?” you asked, your thumb rubbing soothing circles against his bicep before he blew out a sigh.

“yes, soffio,” he shakily assured, finding the hand you placed on his bicep, sliding it into his palm, and kissing your knuckles gently. “i’m— i’m okay.”

matteo grinned brightly as an idea struck his mind. “alcohol, anyone?”

8:30P.M.

you were trying not to spill your drink as you made your way back through the crowd. yeah, you were wearing a black dress, so you guessed that a stain wouldn’t really matter… but you still hated the feeling of wet fabric against your skin.

“ow,” you muttered as you bumped into matteo’s chest. don’t worry, you did not spill your beverage.

you were about to apologize until you noticed lorenzo standing beside him, now turning to stand behind you. your brows furrowed to the bridge of your nose. staring at them intensely, you asked, “uh, what exactly do you think you’re doing?”

“we’re going to help you out, girlfriend,” matteo smirked, his eyes a dangerous game, his tone slithering directly into one ear then finding its way out the next.

“like i said,” you scowled. “uh, what?”

“do you want a new years kiss or not?” lorenzo asked, his palm finding your waist to keep you steady as you tried to walk away.

you slapped his hand. “not from you, berkshire.” you spat.

“obviously not from me, idiot.” he rolled his eyes. “from theodore.”

your eyes lit.

matteo cocked his brow, “there might be one before new years though if he doesn’t crack.”

this time, you did spill your drink—a little of the liquid dripping from the rim of your cup as your hand jerked forward. “what are you talking about, matty?” your voice dripped with disgust as you then slapped lorenzo’s hand away from your waist, “and let go of me.”

“do you like theodore or not?” matteo asked, clearly annoyed.

“none of the bullshit either, sweetheart.” lorenzo dragged. “everyone can tell you’re crazy about the guy, there’s no point in hiding it anymore.”

“you know what they say…new year, new confessions.” matteo cocked a brow, waiting for you to come clean.

you huffed, the need to correct him strong as you rolled your eyes. “they don’t say that,” you said, but you were now looking toward the ground… “okayyesiliketheo,” you muttered.

“what was that?” lorenzo asked, a teasing smile apparent on his lips. “one more time for me, love?”

“yes; merlin, yes, okay! i like theo,” you bit in a faint yet deadly whisper. “what do you want from me? a cookie?”

matteo smirked, looking around before taking a step closer to you, “atta girl.” he said, “enzo and i’ve been thinking,” - “not a good sign.” - “girl, shut up. we were thinking and we know a way to get theo to confess his feelings.”

before you could ask how, you felt lorenzo’s proximity come closer as well. “he’s protective over you, that we all know.”

you couldn’t necessarily see enzo roll his eyes, but you could hear the eye roll in his tone.

“we’re going to make him jealous.” matteo added.

lorenzo nodded, “precisely.”

he stumbled, his palms brushing down his white suit before glancing over at matteo. then, he turned around to wink at you playfully. "oh, you're in for it later," he chuckled. "wish me luck, love."

'good luck, you mouthed.

“see, you were playing along before you even realized.” matteo nudged your shoulder playfully and you finally laughed, easing up a bit.

“you really think this is going to work?” you asked, a little unsure of the whole situation.

to that, lorenzo scoffed. “i know it’s going to work.” he stated. “darling, theo is head over heels for you; you’re all he talks about. let’s just consider this to be theo’s wake up call.”

9:00P.M.

you’re now wineless.

you downed three cup-fulls of the substance to take your mind off the fact you’re sitting on lorenzo berkshire’s lap at a party; a guy you’ve always thought of as a brother.

“i’m sorry.” he whispered against the side of your head, “i know how uncomfortable this may be for you.”

“not uncomfortable,” you responded, your head now resting against his shoulder, and that was the truth. you weren’t uncomfortable, “this is just different.”

he nodded, his gaze lingering on theo’s hand as he watched his knuckles turn white around a glass. “somebodies getting angry,” enzo chuckled. theo never contemplated anything when it came to you, must be the italian in him well, except maybe when it came to confessing his feelings. you watched as he began to walk toward the two of you. “prepare yourself, love.” enzo then warned.

“lorenzo,” theodore smiled, a forced smile, one that laid heavy on his chest. “how about you come on a walk with me, yeah? i want to speak with you privately.”

his eyes found yours—they were heavy and disappointed. your heart sank further, but you only held onto lorenzo a little tighter.

“woah, heyyy, what’s going on here?” matteo quickly intervened, gently patting theo on the back as he looked at you and lorenzo. “i didn’t know you two were a thing!” matteo sounded astonished, his mouth dropping as he chuckled. “theo, buddy, isn’t this wonderful news?”

the scowl on theodore’s face was apparent as he muttered, “considerati fortunata, puttana,” (consider yourself lucky, whore.) under his breath, but he quickly nodded. “yeah, such great and—wonderful news, mio amico.”

“you think?” lorenzo smirked, giving your waist a gentle squeeze before kissing your neck, cheekily staring at theodore as your hand entangled into his brunette hair.

theodore’s eyes darkened as he sipped his alcohol, an angry noise bubbling from his throat. “yep.” he bit, “it’s fucking wonderful.”

“now that’s good sportsmanship.” matteo rubbed theo’s back before continuing. “hey! i have an idea. why don’t we go dancing? how does that sound, lovebirds!”

you slid off lorenzo’s lap and he was quick to follow suite, his arm sliding around your hipbone, pressing your back against his chest. he had to be strongly willed because the way theodore’s gaze burned through his skull wasn’t easy to ignore.

at least you couldn’t ignore it.

it made you sick to your stomach.

theo set his glass on the table. “you do that—i’m going for a smoke.”

9:30P.M.

theo didn’t go outside to smoke.

instead, he was leaned against a wall, a cigarette planted between his parted lips as his eyes stuck to yours like glue; watching you dance against lorenzo rather than him.

you decided not to make eye contact with theodore because if you did you’d end up stopping the plan right then and there.

“enzo,” you muttered, your gaze struggling to stay on the ground as his chin rested on your head, swaying to the music with his hands on your waist. “hmm?” he hummed.

“could you, um,” you stuttered, your eyes fluttering to theodore’s and immediately regretting it. “turn me around.”

he nodded, his gaze now facing theodore’s pained one as you wrapped your arms tighter around his neck to comfort yourself. in return, he gave you a squeeze. “i know how hard this is for you, love,” he whispered, “but trust me, it’s going to be worth it.”

“are you sure?” you asked, your mind beginning to race. “because he hasn’t done anything other than stare. i mean, who stares at the person they supposedly have a crush on as they dance with your best friend?…oh my merlin,” you muttered, reality hitting you. “i’m dancing with his best friend.”

you tried to back away but lorenzo’s grip tightened around you, “y/n.”

“i’m going to hell,” you continued. “this is it for me. i’m literally the worst person alive. hell. that’s my future. h. e. double hockey stic—“

enzo squeezed your hips, signaling that he’s about to kiss you. “now?!” you shouted in an angry whisper. lorenzo nodded, his eyes darting toward theodore’s again, watching as he began to make his way over.

“now.” he confirmed and your stomach backflipped.

a hand came to your cheek, lorenzo’s thumb covering your mouth as he kissed that rather than you; to the unassuming eye, the kiss was passionate, stomach hurling curling.

any girl would die to kiss lorenzo berkshire; slytherin’s number one heart throb.

just not you.

but boy did you put on a show.

theodore stopped in his tracks, his hand reaching forward as a communication indicator but falling back to his side in defeat. he turned back around.

good thing you didn’t see that because you would’ve chased after him, throwing your arms around his neck and kissing him passionately; not his fucking best friend.

10:30P.M.

you were comfortable dancing with lorenzo when theodore’s eyes weren’t burning through the two of you; laughing as his hands ghosted over your hips, dancing to the music as friends rather than ‘lovers’.

you almost forgot about the whole plan.

“thought that she… was with theo.” a slytherin you didn’t recognize commented.

“must be a pass around.” another smirked, and your heart sank even further.

you stepped away from lorenzo, emotions stirring as you made eye contact with the group talking about you.

their commentary came to an end as you watched matteo approach them in your peripheral vision. you didn’t hear much bickering after that, but regardless, your vision began to blur.

looking around, you noticed everyone staring at you, and you took another step back.

“hey— hey!” lorenzo was close to you again.

“what?” you bit. “this whole thing, this whole plan is stupid and i want to stop.”

“y/n.” he chuckled, looking around awkwardly, trying to place his arms around you waist but you smacked him hard in the chest, sending him slightly backward.

a small gasp tumbled from his parted lips.

you didn’t shout, but your voice graveled as you continued to walk into him. “i’m.” you hit him again. “not.” again. “doing.” again. “this.” and again. “anymore!”

but his arms stayed around you.

“i want to stop!” you were crying now, going limp against his chest as your throat burned. “please, please let me stop, enz… please.”

enzo drug a hand to your lower back, doing what he knew he needed to do. “don’t worry. i’ll go find pansy.” he whispered before kissing your temple.

10:45P.M.

“pans,” you cried, your mascara staining your cheeks as you burried yourself in her arms. “this was a mistake—i shouldn’t have agreed to their stupid plan.”

“hey,” she whispered, her fingers gently massaging your scalp. “we’ve all fallen for their antics before, don’t blame yourself too badly, honeybee.”

you shot her a look and she cocked her head, smiling empathetically, “not the time?”

“i’ll tell you what,” she whispered again, casting a small spell to rid the mascara from your cheeks before pulling your shoulders back to look you in the eye. “don’t leave. give it until midnight like planned, and if it goes wrong…” pansy took her phone out, a recording of both matteo and lorenzo stopping you earlier to explain the plan playing on screen.

she then smirked, “i’ll show him this.”

“when did you take that?” you asked, your fingers trailing down the length of the phone before looking at her skeptically; eyes still swollen.

her gaze shifted toward the ground, “let’s just say i was um… in on the whole thing…”

“don’t worry, though.” she says, brushing the final tear on your cheek away with the base of her thumb as she smiled. “they came to me so things wouldn’t get all fucked up… they care about you y/n, and they care about theodore, they don’t want to ruin this thing you have with him, okay?”

you nod, and she hugs you one last time before you have to go and find lorenzo.

11:00P.M.

“you seem tense, y/l/n,” draco found you before you found lorenzo.

his gaze drifted toward theodore, who was currently yelling at matteo—who was currently yelling at matteo. draco’s eye widened, astonished at the sight laid before him, “and i think i know why.”

“no, no, no, fuck!” you shouted, about to run toward them before the pair of hands you’d become so acquainted with today found your waist a-fucking-gain.

“do not.” enzo spat. “just be patient.”

draco raised his brows, clearly not even wanting to know as he silently left the scene.

“he’s going to kill him!” you shouted, struggling in his grasp, “let. me. GO.”

enzo rolled his eyes, “has anyone ever told you that you’re a stubborn little asshole?”

you paused for a moment. “hm, yes,” you nodded. now let me go.”

he held on tighter.

11:15P.M.

“no, no , no,” theodore’s fingers ran through his hair, “what is he doing to her, matteo? he shouldn’t be dancing with her like—like that! she’s a lady!”

theodore wasn’t yelling at matteo, his movements made it look as if he were upset, but he wasn’t. well… not at matteo at least.

matteo, being such a good friend, was letting theodore rant to him about how much he valued you and your friendship.

otherwise known as: matteo wanted to milk theo to his breaking point.

“dancing with her like what?” matteo asked, staring at you and lorenzo as he swayed and rocked his hips against yours. “seems to me like they’re having a little fun, if you know what i mean.” he winked playfully.

“jokester.” theodore drawled, pushing his shoulder. “i don’t like seeing her with him.”

matteo cocked his brow, “yeah and why’s that, buddy?” his head tilted to the side, “are you… jealous?”

theo looked astounded, immediately shaking his head in denial. “no, of course not.” he said, his cheeks turning a brighter shade of red as his anger grew palpable. “but she shouldn’t be here with that imbecille.”

“here we go again,” matteo rolled his eyes, groaning. “you never think anyone is right for her, dude. you have to give it a break.”

“a break,” theo threw his hand flat out in front of him, his forearm horizontal against his stomach. he drew it out, creating an invisible line. “she disserves someone that respects her, not a man like lorenzo.”

becoming harder to contain himself, matteo raised a brow at theo. "you mean deserves?” he grinned, continuing to drawl, “and who says he isn't the one for her?"

theo appeared as if he were on the verge of snapping. that caused matteo to chuckle, clasping his hands together as he grinned. “aw, what’s wrong, theo?” he playfully pouted, “you don’t like seeing them together? you poor, poor thing,” he puffed his lips. “guess you can’t do anything about it now.”

theo's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched as he glared at matteo. "this isn’t right," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "that boy is not good for her, and you know it."

matteo raised his hands in mock surrender, stepping back from theo. "whoa, whoa, calm down, buddy," he said, trying to lighten the mood. "i’m just messing with you. I know you care about her, but you can't control who she chooses to be with."

theo's gaze never left matteo, but he slowly relaxed his posture, his anger simmering down. "don’t mess with me right now, matteo," he warned, his voice still tense. "this is y/n we’re talking about; that boy will corrupt her!”

matteo shrugged, a smirk still playing on his lips. "maybe she likes the bad boys," he teased, gesturing toward you and lorenzo. "maybe she's into a little danger and excitement."

theo scoffed, muttering a curse under his breath. matteo raised an eyebrow, leaning closer to his friend, his tone becoming serious.

“you love her, buddy.” he said softly, his words filled with gentle understanding, “i know you do; trust me, i’ve seen the way you’ve looked at her since first year. just talk to her.”

the moment stretched thinly between them, theo's face twisting with an agonizing mix of emotions. things became tense, and both men glanced over to where you and lorenzo danced in the distance.

“i need a drink,” theo muttered.

11:30P.M.

“this sucks,” you groaned, looking at lorenzo only to find that his gaze is back on the brunette girl from earlier. you watched him, rolling your eyes before taking that chance to slip away.

music blared throughout the common room, it was upbeat and happy, but your focus drifted toward the window as you sat on the ledge.

you could feel the weather seeping through the glass, a gentle coldness caressing your cheeks as you took a deep breath in.

you sighed heavily, rubbing your temples with your fingertips, trying to clear your thoughts as you stared out into the misty night. winter breezes blew through the open windows, accompanied by the distant sounds of laughter resounding from behind you, but for some reason, you couldn't enjoy yourself.

a part of you longed to rejoin the festivities, while another wished for escape entirely. lost in thought, time seemed to blur until suddenly, draco’s voice startled you from your own thoughts.

"i wasn't aware the fireplace emitted such an enticing scent." he commented dryly, leaning casually against the window frame beside you. "or did you just need another excuse to avoid lorenzo back there?"

you repeated, "an excuse," you blew out a string of air, turning to look at draco with a raised eyebrow. "or maybe i just needed a break from the chaos."

draco smirked, crossing his arms over his chest. "chaos?" he echoed, leaning back against the window frame. "i thought you enjoyed these kinds of gatherings."

you shrugged, looking back out into the night. "sometimes," you admitted, "but not when i'm stuck in the middle of a bunch of drama."

draco's smirk faded slightly, his eyes narrowing as he studied you. "don’t be too hard on yourself, y/l/n," he said softly, his tone more serious now. "you're just trying to figure things out, like the rest of us."

you hesitated, biting your lip as you considered his words; words that you never thought you’d hear from him. "maybe," you murmured, glancing back at him. "but it's hard when everyone else seems to have it all figured out."

draco's gaze softened, and he reached out to gently take your hand in his. "we all have our moments, y/n," hemumbled. "don't fall through to others. just focus on what makes you happy."

his eyes flicked toward the party, a hint of sympathy in his gaze. "trust me, even the most confident among us struggle on occasion. and that includes myself." he added, smirk reappearing briefly.

you sighed, examining his hand holding yours, his grip firm yet comforting.

"it's hard to believe sometimes," your fingers curled around his, returning the pressure. "everything's getting complicated."

"maybe," draco mused, "and that's alright. life would be boring without consequences and complications." he smiled, a rare glimpse of vulnerability in his eyes.

for the first time, you felt a pang of pity for him- not because he was malfoy, but because he was human.

draco’s eyes drew over yours, then they glanced toward theodore who was cocking his head in your direction. the boy seemed to follow you everywhere, not letting you get too far when anyone approached you.

“i better get out of here before your real boyfriend starts to think i want any trouble,” draco chuckled.

you looked up at him, "what?" he waved, his brows angled in an amused position as he grinned. "i'll see you later," he chuckled.

you hesitated, your gaze flickering between draco and theo, who was still watching you from afar. you couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt for this whole evening.

"yeah, see you later," you murmured, pulling your hand away from draco's and standing up.

draco nodded, his smirk never wavering. "don't let theo get too jealous now," he teased before turning and disappearing back into the party.

you watched draco walk away, a mix of amusement and confusion playing on your face. you couldn't help but feel a little flustered by his teasing, but you also couldn't deny that he had a point.

11:45P.M.

you looked up at the clock, contemplating on whether or not to just go back to your dorm. you were tired of pretending, and it wasn’t like enzo was coming back to you anytime soon. he had that girl pressed against the wall, his lips violently sucking the sweet spot under her jaw, her legs wrapped around his waist.

“fifteen minutes til new years,” an overhead announced, “head outside for the firework show, or don’t, whatever!”

their voice was cocky, but it caused you to finally crack a smile as you headed toward the door. you weren’t going to mope, but you also weren’t going to bother your friends who were clearly busy with their lovers or one-night stands.

the music was still loud outside, blaring messages from her by sabrina claudio through the speakers as you stood by a fountain.

sitting on the ledge, you watched the water, the stillness of it causing you to relax.

somewhere behind you, you heard footsteps crunching on gravel and snow. slowly, you turned to see theodore walking toward you hunched down into his coat.

his eyes met yours and a sympathetic look crossed his features. "i couldn't stay away," he whispered, further approaching until he was sitting on the ledge next to you.

though it pained you, you smiled at him, wanting to say a million things but you voice falling flat as he shifted around nervously.

“you must be freezing,” he then commented, pretending to just now notice your spaghetti strapped dress as he slid out of his jacket, shrugging it off his shoulders and carefully draping it over yours.

"thank you, theo." you murmured, wrapping the familiar fabric of his jacket around you, the scent of him clinging to it.

theo glanced away, his jaw tightening before he spoke again, seeming to collect his thoughts.

"happy new year, soffio," he said cautiously, focusing his attention back on the fountain.

you mirrored his gaze, feeling a tear pool in your eye. your throat burned as you swallowed. "happy new year," you whispered back, hesitating before tentatively reaching out to grasp his hand.

theo's features softened, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. "is it true," he asked quietly, casting a quick glance your way, then looking back sharp to the water.

your breathing hitched, swallowing the lump in your throat. "is what true, theo," you whispered, fixing your gaze on his profile.

“you and lorenzo,” he replied, the sentence like poison on his tongue.

you held back a small breath, shaking your head vigorously. "no," you managed after a heavy exhale.

"then why did you leave me to be with him earlier?" theo questioned stiffly, his own whisper evaporating in the chilled air. you closed your eyes, letting out a shaky sigh.

his grip on your hand tightened, though you didn't pull away.

"it's not like that," you mumbled, struggling with your emotions. "it’s complicated..."

your voice trailed off, uncertainty clouding your judgement.

“so tell me, y/n!” theodore’s voice rose, now holding both of your hands, turning you to look him in the eye. “devi dirmelo. (you have to tell me) i can’t take it— i need you to tell me what’s going on between you and lorenzo. is- is he or is he not your lover?”

you watched his eyes plead with you, the desperation washing away some of your fear and anxiety. “it wasn’t real,” you stammered, your voice just as loud. “none of it; the kiss, the dancing, the whole relationship.”

you took a deep breath, steadying yourself for the conversation that was about to unfold. "okay?” you shakily muttered, meeting his gaze. "that whole thing was to get us together."

theo's eyes widened, his grip on your hands loosening slightly. "what?" he whispered, clearly taken aback by your confession.

you nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat. "i know it sounds crazy, but i wanted to be with you, theo. they told me this would make you ask me out—” you cringed at your sentence, “if you don’t believe me pansy has the whole video."

your voice trembled, and you could feel tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. "i'm sorry, i never meant to hurt you."

theo stared at you for a long moment, his expression a mix of shock, confusion, and hurt. "why would you do that, soffio?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, “make me jealous so i’d get with you? bella…”

your eyes welled up with unshed tears, your voice catching as you spoke. "i was scared," you admitted. "scared that you wouldn't see me the same way, scared to ruin our friendship... scared that you wouldn't-"

a sob echoed from your chest, causing you to falter.

"sorry, i'm so sorry, " you breathed, burying your face into his shoulder.

as the realization washed over theodore's face, his embrace around you tightened. "va tutto bene," (it’s okay) he whispered, a catch in his voice as he stroked your hair repeatedly. "soffio, i have loved you for so long. i despised seeing you with him tonight.”

you pulled back slightly, your eyes searching his face for truth. "you... you love me?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

theo nodded, his eyes filled with sincerity. "always, bella, but i never thought you saw me the same way."

you bit your lip, a small smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. "i'm sorry, theo," you murmured, leaning back into his embrace. "i should have told you sooner."

"it's okay," he reassured you, his arms tightening around you. "we can start fresh now. no more games, no more pretending."

you nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over you. "i'd like that," you whispered, your eyes closing as you rested your head on his shoulder.

the countdown to midnight began over the speakers, the music dying down as people waited for the new year. “come here,” he whispered, a hand placed on your waist, positioning you to straddle his lap as he rested both palms on your hips.

you hesitated for a moment, but then slowly shifted your weight, wrapping your legs around him as he guided you.

“tell me you want this, bella,” he whispered, one palm gently squeezing your hip as the other came to caress your cheek.

with a subtle smile, you leaned in toward him, whispering into his ear. "i want this, theo," you confirmed.

his adam's apple bobbed, his thumbs tracing lazy circles on your lower lip. you closed your eyes, feeling his breath tickling against your skin. there was anticipation on his expression, almost palpable.

as the countdown reached zero, the music swelled, and fireworks exploded in the sky, theo’s palms guided your face in anticipation, tasting you the way he’d dreamed of for years as his lips danced softly, gracefully against yours.

you shivered against him, relishing in the warmth of his embrace as your happiness leaked into every corner of your being.

this moment was different, liberating. his touch, intimate, and sincere.

“bella,” he whispered sweetly, resting his forehead against yours, “don’t you try and win my affection again, understood? it’s yours; it always will be yours.”

you laughed, kissing the tip of his nose as you closed your eyes, “okay, okay. i got it.”

his laughter grew with yours, his head falling to your neck as he softly kissed the delicate skin under your ear, “happy new year, soffio.” he then whispered, twirling a strand of your hair around his finger.

“happy new year, theo.”

[faintedlcve]

YOU COULD'VE DIED!

So I had this request and I totally forgot about it and I'm so so so so so so so sorry lol

Pairing: Theodore Nott x fem!reader

Warnings: mentions of weight, anxiety attacks, eating disorder, reader has adhd, not proof read and my writing lol

Request: So the reader a long time ago like when she was eighth/9ish used to be on the bigger side before her adhd meds and then got really skinny and stuff and timeskip to sixth year her meds don’t really work aswelll so she starts getting an appetite that was usually suppressed and she quit quidditch last year because of stress and her biggest fear is secretly getting fat again and she starts to have so much anxiety about it

WARNING: I am in no way shaming any one in this text. You are beautiful the way you are. I'm just adhering to the request. I do not agree with anything horrible about weight or anything else you can think of that is in this text.

I'm also really really sorry if you go through eating disorders or something similar to what's mentioned in this text x stay strong xx you're not alone 💕

Most people have nightmares about psycho killers in white masks with a knife who are really crazily into fictional movies they try to make it reality. Most people have nightmares about falling from really high cliffs with jagged edges that could rip you in half quicker than the speed of the platform 9¾'s train. Most people have nightmares about burning in fires that could kill you probably faster than the Dursleys burnt Harry's hogwarts letters.

But not you. You had nightmares about gaining weight. About being the girl that you were when you were nine. You hated your ADHD but oh those adhd meds really helped you to stop being the obese person you were. You were disgusted by your younger self even though you shouldn't have been.

You sat in the Great Hall processing your nightmare. You knew you had a normal weight, probably even lower than healthy. And yet you looked around at all those pretty girls with effortless hourglass bodies and wished you could look like them. You knew you had a normal weight and yet your dreams, or perhaps nightmares, kept on taunting you about it.

Those thoughts clouded your mind. Filled your head. Over and over. And over. Until you felt like starving yourself. And you'd do that until you fainted and realised it's really unhealthy. But then it'd be too late and this vicious cycle continued until you felt like you couldn't do it anymore. Until you were sick of being yourself. Until you wished you were anyone but yourself. Until y-

"Hey y/n!" Theo greeted you as he entered the Great Hall. He was the first one there. After you of course. He grabbed a vanilla cupcake with strawberry icing and sprinkles for himself and a chocolate cupcake with chocolate icing for you.

"here I got you a chocolate cupcake with chocolate icing. Your favourite." Theo smiled as he passed it on to you.

Even though your heart wanted to accept it, your brain knew better.

"no I'm fine, really! Thanks so much though! I'm full" you replied. as if to reprimand you, your stomach rumbled.

"your stomach disagrees" he chuckled. "go on have it it's fine it's just a cupcake"

You knew he was trying to be a good friend. You knew he was looking out for you at yet it was so hard for you to suppress the urge to scream "just a cupcake? JUST A CUPCAKE?! well, I'll have you know that cupcake contains sugar and butter which stores in your body as fat so you wouldn't even suggest it unless you hated me" you obviously didn't say it out loud. You knew you were overreacting in your head.

"erm no thanks." You politely turned the offer of the cupcake down.

"Ya sure?" He asked one last time.

"yup." You replied.

"alright suit yourself" Blaise said as he leaned across the table to get the cupcake from your side.

You didn't have dinner that night and the couple of nights after either. You knew you should've. But you were so insecure about your weight you just couldn't. So you didn't. And you should've. You really should've.

Unfortunately for you, you realised that too late.

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You woke up on a white bed. Where were you? You glanced around. There was no way. You were in a hospital bed. After Theo explained it to you, you realised what had happened. On your way to the dorm you had fainted due to the lack of food. You had no energy left in your body and it finally gave out. Theo had realised you had fainted and had carried you to the Madam Pomfrey's. He looked strangely cross at you.

"T-thanks" you replied to him.

"for what?" He said. "I couldn't save you."

"you kinda did" you said smiling at him.

He pulled something out of his pocket and handed it to you. It was a cookie.

Before you could say no, he cut you off.

"you are eating this cookie right now or I will never forgive myself for letting you starve yourself."

You reluctantly grabbed the cookie.

"you didn't make me starve myself. I did it to myself. It's not your fault." You replied as you broke a piece off the cookie.

"but why?" He asked.

"sorry?"

"why did you starve yourself"

"erm i well i had a nightmare I was gaining weight and I thought I was I had gained half a kilogram since last year and I just thought I'd look ugly and I just didn't want to not be liked by anyone!" there it was. The word vomit. The bundle of feelings inside of you all out to the one person you thought would be disgusted by you if you ever gained weight. The one person you loved.

"Woah! Slow down. No matter how many kilograms you put in you'll never be fat or ugly! I can't believe you let a nightmare lead you on! You can't have an unhealthy relationship with food!" He exclaimed.

"you're just saying that."

"I'm not just saying that. I mean it y/n. From the moment I laid eyes on you, I fell in love with you and a couple kilograms isn't gonna change that." He replied.

"Aw- wait you what?!" You asked realising what he just said.

"I thought it was obvious? I love you y/n. I always have" Theo said. "but I'm still cross at you for not eating food."

"ok ok I'm sorry." You replied.

"YOU COULD'VE DIED!" Pansy exclaimed bursting into the room.

"Jesus Christ Pansy! You almost gave me a heart attack!" You said shocked at her entrance.

But you knew her words were right. And so were Theo's. From that moment you tried to prevent yourself from starving yourself and with the support of Theo and all your friends it was that much more easy.

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A/n: the ending kinda sucks lol sorry for the lateness of this x hope you liked it!!

Taglist: @m3ntallyunstable34 lmk if you want to be added to my taglist (through asks or you can message me x I'll always respond ❤️)

[sirenseob]

You ask p1harmony “Would you still love me if i was a worm?”

a/n: this is kinda, not my best work but i feel like i need something to open my creativity

Keeho -

Theo -

Jiung -

Intak -

Soul -

Jongseob -

[niki-phoria]

⋆｡°✩ p1h reaction - sweet moments with them

includes: established relationship, mentions of reader being athletic, mentions of migraines. use of jagi

a/n: dedicating this post to the lovely @sunoooism <33 ty for helping me get into piwon bestie. i'm still debating whether or not i want to start taking reqs for them but i've had this idea for a while so i figured i would post it

feedback is always appreciated <33

gn reader (no pronouns used)

⋆｡°✩ theo - waking up together

(word count 203)

sunlight streaming in through your windows causes you to stir awake early in the morning. you shift to lay on your side, smiling at the sight of theo curled up against your side. his arm remains gingerly laying against your waist the way it was the night before. 

you reach up, carefully adjusting his fringe so the hair is no longer in his eyes. the strands feel soft against your fingers despite the years of continuous bleaching and dying. 

theo stirs slightly at the feeling, making you freeze in your movements. to your relief, he lets out a small sigh before his body relaxes against the pillows once again. you softly smile as you continue to carefully twist his hair between your fingers to pass the time. 

“you’re so handsome,” you finally whisper into the quiet. “and you’re kind. you’re the most important person in my life. i can’t imagine being without you. i just… i think i’m in love with you.”

“i love you too.” you freeze, eyes widening as theo blinks awake. he softly smiles, bringing a hand up to cup your cheek. he strokes his thumb against your skin before he leans in to pepper fleeting kisses against your skin.

⋆｡°✩ keeho - he sings for you

(word count 193)

“babe?” keeho asks as he slowly pushes your bedroom door open. you simply groan in response, body still curled up underneath one of his blankets. he furrows his eyebrows as he enters the room, carefully shutting the door behind him. it does little to block any noise from echoing throughout the dorm, but you appreciate the gesture nonetheless. he sits down on the edge of the bed as he carefully pushes the blanket down just enough to expose your face. “what’s wrong?” 

“migraine.” the word is little more than a mumble. you wince; your eyes screw shut as another wave of pain hits you. 

“i’m sorry honey,” keeho whispers. “can i do anything to help?”

you shift just enough to make room on the bed beside you before patting the sheets. “sing for me?”“anything for you.” keeho stifles a small chuckle as he slides underneath the blankets, propping himself up under his elbow. he gently rubs his fingers against your temples in an attempt to soothe your migraine before he softly begins singing. “‘cause all of me loves all of you. loves your curves and all your edges, all your perfect imperfections.”

⋆｡°✩ jiung - him waiting up for you

(word count 210)

you quietly enter the dorms with the spare key jiung had given you. you slip your shoes off by the front door before walking further into the dorm towards a small light source. 

you find jiung laying on the dorm couch; his body is sprawled out along the cushions and an unfamiliar drama plays on the living room tv. you stifle a small chuckle at the sight as you walk around to grab the remote and switch it off. now immersed in darkness, you kneel down next to your still-sleeping boyfriend before carefully shaking him awake. 

“jiung,” you whisper. “jagi.” 

he startles slightly as he wakes up, blinking rapidly in an attempt to help his eyes adjust to the darkness. he rubs the sleepiness from his eyes before he squints at you. “y/n?”

“hi honey,” you chuckle. “what are you doing out here so late?”

jiung sits up on the couch, slowly stretching his body out. “i was waiting up for you.”

you softly smile, reaching a hand out to help him stand. “you shouldn’t have.” 

“but i wanted to.” jiung smiles as he leans in to press a kiss against your temple. 

“thank you,” you whisper, pulling him into a sweet kiss. “come on. let’s go to bed.”

⋆｡°✩ intak - playing soccer together

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“hey, look!” intak startles slightly as you eagerly tug him along with you towards a field near the park. a soccer ball lays on the terf in the center of the fake grass, complete with two goal posts at either end. 

you momentarily let go of intak’s hand - much to his disappointment - to jog towards the ball. you laugh as you begin to kick the ball around, easily maneuvering it with your foot. “you wanna play a few rounds?”

“okay,” intak shakes his head despite the way his lips quirk upwards into a small smile as he jogs around to the opposite side of the field. “but don’t hold a grudge when i kick your ass.”

“whatever you say,” you laugh. 

he slips his thick hoodie off before setting it on the grass beside the field. you begin running as you kick the ball along, aiming for the goal post. intak is quick to react, blocking the ball before he kicks it towards your side. to your dismay, the ball effortlessly rolls in before slamming against the back net.

“yes!” intak cheers, throwing his hands up in victory. 

“that was only one goal,” you playfully huff. 

intak snakes his arms around your waist, tugging you backwards into his chest. “loser,” he teases.

⋆｡°✩ soul - playing with his hair

(word count 212)

you quietly enter soul’s room, carefully shutting the door behind yourself. his body lays hunched over the small desk in the corner; his head rests on top of his arm. a few of his korean textbooks have been pushed to the side. a dim lamp in the corner is the only source of light, casting a gentle golden glow across the small space. 

you softly smile to yourself as you make your way over to your still-sleeping boyfriend. soul stirs as you rest a hand against his shoulder to gently shake him awake. “hey,” you whisper. “jagi.”

he tiredly blinks up at you as he sits up, rubbing a hand against the back of his neck. “what time is it?” he mumbles.

“late.” your hand just barely ghosts against his back as you coax him to his feet before you guide him over to his bed. “come on. let’s go to bed.”

soul nods, all but collapsing underneath the covers. you slide under the blankets beside him as he curls up against your side. you softly smile at the sight, slowly raking your hand through his disheveled locks. he lets out a content sigh as you twist the strands between your fingers. “i love you,” he mumbles.

“i love you too, soul.”

⋆｡°✩ jongseob - he teaches you how to skate

(word count 211)

jongseob smiles as you grip onto his hands before taking a shaky step onto his skateboard. he intertwines your fingers together, letting you lean against him for support as you begin maintaining your balance. “don’t worry,” he says. “i’ve got you.” 

you bite your lip as you glance back down at the ground - a nervous habit jongseob had noticed after knowing you for so long. “hey,” he whispers, catching your attention. his hand slips out of yours momentarily to carefully lift your chin up so you’re looking into his eyes. “i’m here. i won’t let anything happen to you.”

you take a shaky breath in an attempt to calm yourself down before nodding. “okay.”

jongseob carefully steps to the side as he slowly begins to roll the board along the sidewalk. his hands hesitantly release yours the further you go until he lets go entirely. 

his happiness grows when you look up at him with a bright smile of your own, waiting for the board to naturally stop before you excitedly step off. “i did it!” jongseob chuckles as you step off of the board to pull him into a hug. 

his arms instinctively wrap around your waist as he presses a chaste kiss against your cheek. “you did it, jagi.”

[junhannies]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ dont let me lose you | choi taeyang

pairing: choi taeyang × reader

genre: kinda friends to lovers w no obvious confessions, hurt/ comfort, fluff

warning: grammer

wc: 0,8k

summary: you and taeyang had a big fight, maybe the biggest one you two ever had. and now you are on your way to see him even though the horrible weather.

a/n: heyy!! so this is actually a part of a long fic i have been writing for a while. but i looove this episode so i thought to myself why not publish it here as well, enjoyy!!

⟡ fic starts under the cut!

it was raining like hell outside . and you were trying to get to theo’s house as soon as you could. you were already nearly completely wet and freezing.

you had problems with taeyang before. but they were all about meaningless little things. this one was actually different. you had both said stuff you knew you were gonna regret. and you wanted to talk it out with him. you knew you werent gonna stop overthinking this whole thing if you didnt handled it immediately. so here you were standing in front of theo and jiung’s house. you knocked the door and it was immediately opened by jiung who was shocked to see you standing there, completely drenched because of the weather.

“y/n are you crazy? what are you doing here? you are going to be sick” he yelled while he was literally dragging you inside.

“i had to see him jiung” you said.

“i know i know. lets get you changed up so you wont catch a cold” he said with a comforting smile.

“do you have spare clothes? or do you want me to give you-“

“oh i already have some, dont worry” you said while walking through the bathroom. you knew it was gonna rain like hell. but you came anyways.

“just let me change real quick then i will be talking to him”

he nodded while showing the bathroom with one hand. you quickly changed up. you were nervous as hell and even shocked that you werent shaking like crazy right now. you showed all your wet clothes in the bag then left the bathroom.

jiung was already waiting for you in the hallway. “are you feeling nervous?” he asked cutely.

“yeah. i dont even know what im gonna say. i just felt so bad that i took the first train here. i dont know what was i thinking to be honest.”

“you were scared of losing him y/n. thats okay. you need to calm down first. he’s very upset as well. he hasnt left his room since you two had a fight.”

you shook my head in response.

“his room is upstairs” he said. then showed you the way.

“good luck” he whispered. then went back downstairs.

you were so nervous that you were about to faint. you mumbled some shit to give you confidence. then you slowly opened the door and entered the room.

“go away jiung” theo said but it was more like a mumble. he was lying on the bed. you slowly walked over to him and sat on the bed. he probably though you were jiung since he even turned his head to look at you. so you laid down next to him.

“hey taeyang” you said softly. he was shocked to see it was not jiung but you.

“y/n what the hell are you doing here? its raining like crazy out there” he said worriedly while sitting up.

“i had to see you. so i took the first train here” you said. you could already feel your eyes tearing up. but since you didnt want him to see that, you turned your head.

“y/b please dont cry” he said while cupping your cheeks.

“im so sorry, i was acting like a total jerk” he said pullint you close to his chest.

“im sorry too theo. i was being a bitch anyways”

“no, please dont say that” he whined

“ i dont even know why i said that. i got so angry with myself afterwards. and now you are here. you came to see me in this shitty weather and i didnt even text you.”

you sobbed quietly while he was caressing your hair.

“please dont cry y/n. its okay. we are okay, right?”

you shook my head. and he pulled you closer to his chest. you stayed like that for a while.

“can we cuddle and sleep please” you asked.

“of course” he said. then fixed the pillows.

“i care about you too much to lose you in a stupid argument like this. im so sorry for upsetting you”

he then quickly hid his head in the stack of pillows and you laughed at the way he got shy.

“no need to get embarrassed theo” you said ruffling his hair.

“come here” he said pulling you into a tight hug. and you felt the safest you have felt in a while. he was soft and warm. and his arms wrapping you tightly made you believe he wasnt gonna leave you ever.

“taeyang?”

he hummed as a response.

“dont let me lose you, okay?”

“you dont have to worry about such thing” he kissed the top of your head.

“now lets sleep. shall we?”

[sxcret-garden-archive]

P1Harmony Headpats

✧ P1Harmony all members x reader ✧ words: ~100 per member ✧ genre: fluff ✧ warnings: none

Keeho: 

finds it a little weird when you first pat his head

doesn’t love it but he doesn’t hate it either

will let you do it though, and also let you play with his hair in the process - he doesn’t mind if it’s something you enjoy

however, he loves giving you headpats

he’s very affectionate and touchy, so obviously he ends up giving you lots of headpats too (if you like that)

could pat your head for hours lol

loves combining it with cheek kisses or little kisses on the tip of your nose uwu

Theo:

he gets so embarrassed if you pat his head ndndnx

hates it with a passion (mostly because he likes it so much that he doesn’t know what to do with himself)

WILL give you death glares but at the same time melt under your touch

might even whine if you pat his head surprisingly

a bit shy about giving headpats back and he probably won’t do it unless you tell him to

tries to give you headpats more often if you ask him to

that will also help him be a bit more honest about liking them himself, but he will still blush and become a flustered mess everytime you do it :’)

Jiung:

very shy about both giving and receiving headpats

when you pat his head he feels very loved and warm inside

it takes him a while to get used to the feeling and to really let himself show his emotions

but eventually he will just give in to your touch and enjoy it

is equally shy when you ask him to pat your head too

but he’ll be happy to still do it if it’s something that makes you happy!

ends up loving the gesture, both from you to him and from him to you

Intak:

pretends that he absolutely hates it when you first pat his head

it should be him patting your head instead!!!

but really, he loves it when you do it, running your fingers through his hair or playing with the strands

once you’ve gotten him to admit that, he will always throw you a very conflicted look when you pat his head

but god forbid you stop, then he’ll give you his best puppy eyes

loves patting your head as well, especially when he hugs you or you two are cuddling

if it’s something you don’t like, he WILL do it simply to annoy you

Soul:

doesn’t really get why you would like patting his head??

but he does it to you all the time

whether it’s ruffling his fingers through your hair or just patting the top of your head, it’s one of his favourite gestures of affection

does it to comfort you if you feel down or simply to show you he loves you

finds it very cute if you get embarrassed by the gesture uwu

if you reciprocate the action he will try to duck away unless you pat his head in a very specific way that he likes

Jongseob:

a shy bean

sometimes pats your head because he thinks it’s cute

very soft and careful touches uwu

however, he will stop functioning if you do it back

turns into a stuttering, giggling and blushing mess once you pat his head

starts rambling out of embarrassment jdhdhd

eventually he’ll learn to deal with the sensation of you patting his head though

he just likes it a lot

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hiiii can i request some kinda funny fluff (with smut if you want) with boyfriend keeho or theo i’ve been so down bad for them lately😭😭 something with like reader being really sarcastic and fakely cocky with him to piss him off

btw love your writings and the way you’re so active here <333

this!!! i’ve also been so down bad for them. i love ur idea!! thank you for you request. you’re so sweet love uuu<33

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ུ ✭ pairing- established relationship, they’re in love<3 nonidol!theo x fem reader

ུ ✭ warnings- fluff, reader loves to annoy theo<3, mentions sexual acts, kissing, lmk what else

ུ ✭ a/n- where is my theo 😪 SOREY THIS IS LITERALLY SO LATE.. i love theo<3

you have been annoying your boyfriend almost all day. your cocky remarks causing him to send you a look. he chooses to ignore it yet again.

“are you getting hungry?” he asks you. “hm not really ill probably eat later.” you say not looking his way with a sarcastic tone. “okay. you ready for the movie?” you nod.

“i am just so thrilled.” you say with your voice being monotone. he just laughs and shakes his head at you. “yep because you sure do sound thrilled.” he rolls his eyes grabbing the remote shifting on the couch next to you.

“i am. can’t you tell?” you making a straight face at your boyfriend. he just looks at you before pressing play on the movie. “you know you’re so annoying.” he says as he’s pulling you into his arms making you face him.

“and are you not?” you say with a smirk against your lips. he just gives you another glare. “you like when i annoy you.” he says smiling planting a kiss against your cheek.

“you wish.” you say sarcastically shifting your attention to the movie. “you really so funny huh?” he asks you playfully as pulls you into a hug.

“im more than funny.” he just laughs at your words shifting you to face him. “sure you are. whatever you say.” he says with extra sass behind his voice before pulling you into a kiss. you kissing him back instantly.

him pulling away with a smirk. “you’re so cute” he teases you with a smile. “kiss me more.” you say with a pout. he just shakes his head.

“where’d that cocky attitude go?” he just laughs causing you blush a little when he grabs your hand to hold it. both of you watching the movie cuddled together. him shifting to you suddenly to whisper in your ear.

“you think you’ll still have that attitude when i have you under me? we’ll see after the movie.” he’s just turning back to the movie with a smirk. hopefully he doesn’t see how red he made you.

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The back of the bus

Pairing- Theo raeken

Series- tw (teen wolf)

Summary- You and Theo have the back of the bus all to your selfs (considering he kicked everyone off the seats). What mischief could you possibly get up to considering your strictly friends. For now ;).

Warnings- probably swearing, kissing, talks about a wound, talks about death.

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I stood at the back of Theo, Scott and stiles. Scott and stiles sat on the last two free seats together. I didn’t blame them, Scott needed to sit down he was still injured.

A bunch of nerds sat at the back of the bus and I knew exactly what was about to happen because Theo eyed them up like his lunch. He had asked to sit next to me before and I had a feeling he was going to make sure it happen. While he headed toward the boys at the back, just as I suspected, I stopped in my tracks not wanting to be involved.

“Get up” Theo ordered at them, his face was serious and he was practically snarling. “what- why should we? we saved these seats we got up early!” “Get -up” he repeated and he wasn’t too happy he had to, frowning bending closer to one of there faces. His tone had changed now.

“…Yep okay” the boy who spoke earlier gave up from fear of Theo, his eyes looked as if he was about to cry. The four boys jumped up scattering around the bus for seats. Theo popped down looking smug while slumping in the chair, elbow on his leg giving me a dangerous smiled knowing he was the biggest and the baddest.

“Come on then love” he winked nodding down to his lap seeing me frozen in my space. “Considering you’ve conquered the whole back row, there are spare seats I don’t need to use you” I walked over, quietly sorting out my stuff sitting two seats down from him.

“yeah but I’m more comfortable than coach seats, I just want you to be comfy” he rolled his head over to my side looking playful. “And we do have a long really long ride” he shrugged chewing his gum pressing harder to convince me.

“Oh you really do make a good point” you whispered pretending he won for a second. but really you were just not able to resist him anymore. Your legs went either side of his lap and sat down the opposite way he expected you to while holding his face. “can’t believe you got me in to this- I hate busses”

“Well good because this is a coach” Theo chuckled latching his hands on my waist. “Don’t try and be smart with me” I giggled shaking my head. “Well if you’d stop complaining and gave it ago for a moment you might enjoy the journey, I can be quite entertaining” he wiggled his eyebrows making me slightly giggle. “Well I’ll need proof of that” “that you will have babe” he tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear.

Words couldn’t really describe what you and Theo were, but you went along with anyway. Even though it then allowed you to catch feelings.

 “Alright love birds we get it” stiles plopped next to us sticking his face closely in the middle. “stiles- can you leave?” Theo turned around half pissed off. “Theo” you hit his chest gently but he just grabbed your hand before turning back to stiles, “I just wanna say- Scott isn’t looking too good can we all keep an eye on him” “yeah of course” you nodded sympathetically.

“His alpha wound?” You questioned quietly, stiles nodded slightly looking downwards. “it’s not healing” “it will take longer” theo explained like stiles was dumb. “yeah smart one we know” stiles raised his eyebrow not taking any of Theo’s smart comments. “And he’s worried about Derek- we all are” you sighed reaching for Theo’s hair playing with it and hugging his head for comfort. “There’s no way he’s dead- so where is he” you try and reassure yourself. “Y/n- he could be dead” theo swallowed looking into your eyes. “He’s not! Plus who would take a dead body” you winced not liking the two pairs of eyes on you.

“yeah I know, just think positive huh” theo nodded at you rubbing your back after a moment of silence. “I have to think positive- I can’t deal with all the negative we go through” I explained to them. Stiles rubbed the top of my hand and Theo clearly got jealous.

“Can I go back to kissing my girlfriend now”, Theo asked with a loud sigh and confession while shooing him away. “what?” You stuttered pulling away and turning to him saying it at the same time as stiles. “ah- I see what happened… I just- called you my girlfriend didn’t I” “and… I’m not complaining am I?” You blinked staring at his eyes with a bright smile. “Really?” He whispered rubbing my cheek with his thumb. “can you just be careful with him- please” stiles said to me.

“I’m right here” theo pushed him out the way wrapping his arms around my waist tightly. “Stiles I trust him- if you don’t can you keep it to your self” I asked him lowly feeling slightly uncomfortable with how honest he was being.

“but y/n I just want wha- wait why are Lydia and Allison following us?” “Allison is here?” Scott turned around, automatically regretting doing it too fast, he winced out loudly. “Scott take it easy” theo looked over at him “I’m fine, really” he nodded at us holding his wound. “Congratulations is in order then?” Scott smirked at us two. Theo turned a bit red looking down, I giggled at how cute he was. “is this new for you?”

“A bit- yeah” he awkwardly started to play with my fingers. “theo we don’t- have to label it” “no- no I want to- I want you to be officially be my girl and only mine” he cupped my face , his cool rings rubbed against my skin as he smiled but with a serious expression.

“really?- your sure” “never been more sure princess”. Slowly theo leant in to kiss me. I guess we had kissed before but not like this and not sober either. It was nice being this genuinely intimate with him. I trusted theo and I really liked him. “So what’s the real plan for this trip or…” “a lot of this” he kissed you again quickly on the lips “and a lot of this” theo said rummaging in his bag, getting out a packet of crisps.

“Eating and kissing, not at the same time I hope” “and a lot of you learning from my humour- that was the worst dad joke I’ve ever heard” Theo chuckled at me shaking his head. “Shut it you” I joined in… I guess busses weren’t that bad. Or coach’s. Whatever.

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nothing yet . . .

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chocolate cake ⋆˙⟡

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[restlessmaknae]

love roulette | theo

It's a casual uni party, and you meet three very different guys that night: Keeho, the chatty bartender; Jiung, the cute vocalist of the band that's playing that night; Taeyang, the guy who's there for the gig just like you.

Who ends up walking you home depends on your choice.

🎲 This is the ending with THEO.

🎲 To read the general setting, go back to the start.

♦️ Pairing: female!reader/you x uni student!theo

♦️ Genre: fluff, romance, uni au

♦️ Warning: mentions of alcohol, a dude who doesn't understand no

♦️ Word count: 2.1k

♦️ Dedicated to: @dat-town ❤️

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You couldn't help feeling a bit like a burden for Taeyang while he was standing there beside you, but you deemed that he wouldn't have offered to accompany you and proceed to stay beside you if he hadn't been in the slightest interested in the band's play. Right?

Nevertheless, it was a funny feeling, you couldn't describe it any other way. There was this boy who had practically saved you from that weird, probably tipsy dude, and he had not only done that, but he had suggested staying together to find your friend and had stood beside you ever since. You felt touched by his gesture, and also a bit vulnerable - like a child who needed someone to look over her. You didn't usually like depending on other people, but you realised that you didn't feel uncomfortable beside Taeyang. In fact, you felt rather safe.

You kept glancing at him during the concert to see if he was enjoying himself, and sometimes, you caught him already looking at you which made you blush. Gosh, you were probably overreacting, but at least, the lights around were dim, so he might not have seen the pink hue of your cheeks. The thought was definitely helping to pacify the crazy beating of your heart, faster than the song the band was currently playing.

The second part of the gig seemed to go by in a blink of an eye, and even though you were ready to explain the whole situation from earlier to Gaeul right away, she didn't seem interested in that. Instead, she asked Taeyang about his opinion on the band, and the boy took his time to give an elaborated answer which was very much appreciated by the girl. Gaeul was proud of not only her boyfriend but the whole band, no wonder she practically beamed when the boy admitted that he had come specifically for them.

"The bassist is my boyfriend, by the way," she donned a proud smile, flipping her hair as if to show off, but she started giggling in the next second. "Sorry. I'm just super happy when people like their music."

Taeyang, who might have seemed pretty rigid so far, appeared almost gentle as the ends of his lips curled upwards. He was so much softer this way, his eyes turning smaller, narrower like little crescents, and a dimple popped off around his lips. He might have looked elegant and chic with his chin-length, burgundy hair, but when he was smiling, he seemed a lot more approachable than before.

"It's okay. You have every right to be proud of them," he mentioned in a friendly manner, and Gaeul turned to you, raising an eyebrow in question.

"So how did you two meet in those rare minutes when my introverted friend was away from me?"

There it was, the Gaeul you knew. If it hadn't been for her, you might have felt like she was throwing you under the bus, but Gaeul was your friend who might have been a lot more outgoing than you were, but she had only good intentions. So you took that as a compliment instead.

"Oh well, Taeyang helped me out when a random guy grabbed my wrist to make me stay with him after telling him no.”

"Whaaat?" Now the girl was absolutely horrified, her hands balled into fists. Since she had had a rather unfortunate encounter with a rude guy last time, she was even more worked up than usual, but you - as in you and Taeyang - managed to reassure her that nothing had actually happened because the boy had shown up in time. “Thank god though. You’re her knight in shining armour. Especially with your hair, it’s really prince-like,” Gaeul blabbered in a more joyful tone, and if you had thought that there was a more heart-warming sight than Taeyang smiling, it was definitely him getting shy, his ears turning slightly red.

You were sure that you could get lost in the sight, but someone slid into your vision at that time.

“Who’s prince-like?” A low voice inquired, mischief hiding in his tone. “Were you talking about me?” Intak wiggled his eyebrows at his girlfriend, throwing his arms around her shoulder. The girl smacked him in the chest in return, and the bassist jumped back, but only a bit. He leaned into her as fast as he had stepped away.

What was more amusing than this sight was the way Intak immediately befriended Taeyang, especially after he heard that the burgundy-haired boy was there for their gig. Just half an hour ago, you didn’t even know that he existed, and now, him and Intak were talking as if they had been best friends, and you weren’t blind to not notice Gaeul’s glances in your direction. You pleaded with your eyes to not hear any teasing from her, and she actually didn’t do so. Instead, she just left you there with Taeyang once Intak started whining that he was hungry (and that he already had a place in mind because it was their 7-month anniversary). It was as if she had waited for her boyfriend to give her the green light, and bamm, they were already out.

"Would you like to grab something, too?" Taeyang inquired before the awkward silence could fall upon the two of you. You nodded swiftly, giving in without thinking twice.

"Yeah, sure. That's a good idea," you replied with a smile. The truth is, you hadn't had dinner before the gig because you hadn't been hungry, but now you definitely were. Even though you had expected to have dinner with Gaeul and maybe her boyfriend or the whole band, it seemed that they wanted to have dinner only with the two of them in their lovey-dovey atmosphere (or that they wanted to leave you two there together after Gaeul had classified the burgundy-haired boy your knight in shining armour).

Since the boy didn't seem shy about it or anything of the sort, it was easier to not think too much into it. After all, he didn't appear rude or as someone who had ulterior motives, so even though he was still practically a stranger, you didn't feel weirded out by the idea that you were having dinner together. It wasn't even a fancy place you opted for either, it was a casual tteokbokki place, and you had a corner table to yourselves, so it was all good. The place was packed, but the noise wasn't that bad compared to the concert, so you could converse as normal people without shouting over your warming bowls of food.

While talking, you actually realised that you had much more in common with the boy than you would have thought so. Firstly, he not only went to the same uni and department as you did, but he was also living in the dorms. Considering that Gaeul said that it was a uni get-together (well, she did advertise it on the uni's social media sites as Evergreen's so-called social media manager), it shouldn't have come as a surprise, but anyone could have come to the venue that day, so it wasn't like you were destined to bump into someone who was studying a similar field as you, at the same uni on top of that. Still, it gave you plenty of topics to talk about such as the professor you both despised because of his robotic voice, the vending machines that never seemed to work in one of the buildings, the park on campus that was a true beauty but had ducks with killing stares, and your favourite foodie places around. Your conversation flew naturally, and after a while, you didn't talk only about uni, but everything that came to mind from your family to places on your bucket list.

Taeyang had a natural conversational side to him, but as opposed to the chatty bartender, he had a more serious air to him, too. It didn't mean that he didn't like joking around because he did, but most of the time, you giggled at his reactions (judging stare, wide eyes and all that) instead of what he said. Seriously, he had such hilarious reactions, you weren't surprised that his friends liked to tease him about it.

Plus, you realised that just as much as you were an introvert, you didn't mind talking to him. In fact, you enjoyed getting to know him, and your usual overthinking self didn't decide to kick you in the ass either while having dinner, so really, it went a lot better than you had expected.

As you were walking back to the dorms together, you felt your gratitude washing over you again, so you decided to thank him again for his help back at the club. To that, the boy didn't blush or freeze. Instead, he explained why he had opted to assist you.

"It was only right of me. I have a little sister, and I would hate for her to go through something similar with douchebags like the guy at the bar," he reasoned firmly, but there was an edge to his words. He was frustrated, but not only with what had happened, but also how it could happen to his sister as well, and that truly warmed your heart. He must have loved his little sister a lot.

"How old is she?"

"17. At an age where she couldn't think of a better activity than going outside with her friends late at night," he shook his head like a nagging mother would do, but there was softness in his action.

"You didn't spend time outside at her age?" You mused out loud, a semi-teasing smile making its way to your face. Taeyang, the ever so judging, looked at you as if you had thought that he had killed a man.

"I was a good kid, okay? I knew when to go outside and when not to."

"Okay, okay, I was just asking," you raised your arms in front of your chest, a bit of a peace offering, and as he looked at your reaction, he let out a wholehearted laughter. His laugh was pretty amusing in itself, so you soon found yourself laughing along with him.

This way, the trip back to the dorms was a joyous one, and you realised as you stepped foot inside the building that you could have listened to him some more. It was a bit too bad that the tteokbokki place was so close to the dorms, you deemed.

You stepped in front of the elevator, and while waiting for it to come down, you felt uncertainty bubbling up inside of you. Did he feel the same way? Was he disheartened that you were already at the dorms? Did he want to talk more to you, too? What if he didn't, and you were the only one who was glad to have bumped into him at the bar?

Your doubts were nullified the moment Taeyang broke the silence.

"Do you want to exchange numbers?"

You felt like your head suffered whiplash, you turned towards him so quickly. The smile that bloomed on your lips was rather swift as well.

"Sure. In case there's another gig at the bar or something at the dorms."

"I mean, we can stay in touch for other reasons, too," he suggested casually with a shrug of his shoulders, and you didn't even have time to be bewildered. The elevator arrived right then, and you hopped in, quickly exchanging numbers before you halted at your floor.

"Thank you for everything today. Take care!" You bid your goodbye as you stepped out. You might have been silly, but you even waved at the boy who dropped a charming, almost touched smile.

"See you around," he said before the elevator doors closed on him, before he could see the pink hue painting your cheeks.

If somebody had told you that you would end up walking back to the dorms with a boy like him, you wouldn't have believed them. That night, however, was full of surprises, and meeting Taeyang was the best of all.

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A/N: Thank you so much for reading my story! I hope you’ve enjoyed it! ❤️

At first, I was pretty scared to get cracking on this series because I've never written anything like this before, but I think each ending has its own charm, so I'm happy that I could finish it. *-* I'm always fascinated by the idea of chance encounters and many different possibilities leading to a certain ending, so that's what I wanted to show here, too.

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Hey babe! Absolutely adore your writing! Do you have any recs?

Thanks! And yes! I'm so glad you asked. There's a lot though so it's gonna be a bit long x

Theodore Nott

@cassiopeiasdaughter : an exceptional writer, their Theodore Nott fics based on midnight songs are the best! Wish them good luck on their uni exams and check out their awesome blog xx

Here are some of my personal favourites from their blog:

August: Theo asks you to be his fake-girlfriend but you understand the assignment a little too well.

Fearless: Based on the song fearless by Taylor Swift.

Maroon: A diary entry written during the War based on the song maroon by Taylor Swift.

Check out their other midnights collection entries!

@avalynlestrange: another great writer! one of the best angst writers on this platform in my opinion x they also write mattheo Riddle fics

These ones are my favourite:

@the0doreslover: in love with their Theo fics!

Foolish one: In which you know you’re being foolish in liking Draco but will you finally learn your lesson? Theodore certainly hopes you do.

In my head: In which Theodore Nott is the man of your dreams. Literally. Who is his?

My favourite one is Cooking class xx

Here are a few Theodore Nott fics from writers who's blogs aren't all about Theo xx

I think he knows: you had fancied the mysteriously quiet slytherin boy for as long as you could remember (since first year), and, quite frankly, your best friend was sick of you going on about it without ever making a move

Now, I did some digging and @dreamcubed writes about other hp characters as well based on songs by Taylor Swift! Their work is amazing so go check them out! Sorry for the late mention, I just checked and realised that they have like a blog that revolves around hp characters xx

Electric touch: a cute guy stumbles into the coffee shop you work at and it alters your brain chemistry.

I thought you knew:“i thought you knew?” “you thought i knew we were dating?” “yes!” “how would i know that, nott, you never told me.”

Want you: Based on the following prompts: Why do you always look at me like that?” “Like what?” “Like you… Want me.”  and "he doesn't even deserve to be breathing the same air as you"

Butterfly Love: Despite witnessing the death of his mother and being forced to grow under the watch of his Death Eater father, Theodore Nott is living proof that love and care bloom even in the most barren conditions. Maybe, they flourish even more.

Mattheo Riddle

@suugarbabe: their fics are absolutely magnificent. I recommend their saving grace series x the rest parts can be found on their blog x

These are some of my personal favourites:

Always: You & Theo have been best friends since year 1. Everyone things you and Theo are going to end up together but both of you like different people.

Drawings: based on prompts 'i never knew that about you...it's cute' and 'i can't believe I've never seen this side of you before'

Oblivious: contains smut Based on prompts "Are you really so oblivious?" And "Can I kill him now?"

@happilykrispypirate: another fabulous writer! Their mattheo angst fics are like the best x the mistake and don't touch her are my favourite xx

Some of my favourite mattheo fics are listed below x:

Black Quill: You never liked Umbridge, but who did? The woman was miserable and cruel. Her power in the school grew day after day.

Mattheo finds you crying alone: Imagine crying alone in the Astronomy Tower, hoping to escape everyone but Mattheo finds you

Torment : Reader is constantly bullied. Mattheo saves her from the bullies.

Everything and nothing: 1 2: where mattheo brings along a girl none of your group is fond of. Especially you. And the timing of it all is horrible.

Draco Malfoy

@talesofadragon: they have amazing fics and their fluff stories are the best! Check them out for Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes fics as well if you're interested xx

These are my favourite Draco fics by them. Their Draco masterlist is here.

Even if it's dark: Summary: Despite being raised in a traditional pureblood household with an overly abusive father, Y/N Y/L/N teaches Draco that light can exist even in the darkest of places.

Mittens: When Draco is in a foul mood and unwilling to disclose his problems, Y/N resorts to her animagus form to get him to talk. 

@fallingforfictionalcharacterss: whenever I feel like I'm going to go back to my Draco phase I read their fics! Another really good angst writer x Their fics are so cool and I love them xx some of their fics I love:

Falling: Where you are falling for the one boy who is known to break every girl´s heart.

False friends and true love: Where you get into a fight with your best friend and she reveals your feelings for a certain boy in front of everybody.

Ruin your life: Why would you kiss out of all the people the boy you hate the most in this world?

@dreamingonfilm: another great writer! Their fluff fics are my favorite! These are some I love by them:

Pretending: in which you watch Draco as he falls out of love with you

Cramps: In which Draco takes care of you whilst you’re on your period.

Bruises: 1 2: After years of being bullied by Draco, you finally stand up for yourself. However, you left him with more than a bloodied cheek and a bruised jaw.

Some other fics that I love:

Amortentia: the rest parts can be found on that post. Summary: Pansy forces a secret out of you, and you’re strongly debating which curse/jinx to use on her.

Unforgivable: Where y/n gets poisoned because of draco's behaviour

Taylor Swift

This is random but if you want someone to talk to Taylor Swift about, check out @annaisabookworm. They're super sweet and supportive and their blog is about Taylor Swift xx I love their posts x

[sadnightforus]

RINGING YOUR LINE  (CTY)

ex-turned-bf!taeyang x gn!reader 

SYNOPSIS: The breakup was almost a year ago, but he still can’t forget you. It’s very much expressed through the song he produces and posted out of impulse, secretly hoping that you’ll listen to it. 

WORD COUNT: 3K.

WARNINGS: hinting that the reader is a cold person (even though they’re not), one cuss word. In the song, the artist uses the she/her pronouns but the reader’s gender is never specified. Not much tbh but it can be a bit emotionally draining. Mentioning Shota as the MVP friend (thx q 💪🏻). 

INSPIRED BY: LESSON (โค้ชลงเล่น) BY YUNGTARR.

A/N: well…. I’m not so proud of writing these short stories instead of working on the ones for my series but my brain is not working. Also I deeply apologize if the translated lyrics are not correct. I use google translate for it. 

reblogs, comments and likes are appreciated!

 In the dimming room of a small studio room, there sits Taeyang, whose headphone is glued to his ears while his eyes cannot tear itself away from a folder that has only one song in there. 

 He is hesitating, rather more anxious than anything combined as he clicks on google, then looks at the opening tab, displaying his YouTube channel with over 360K subscribers on the site of YouTube studio. 

 He knows it’ll be a bad idea, a terrible idea even. His mind screams at him to not do it, but the need of expressing his honest feelings is eating him up. 

 Normally, when his friends ask him how he has been doing, he’ll simply answer with the usual ‘I’m fine.’ but he knows he’s far from being okay. The breakup with you has been hard, even though it was a mutual agreement that you guys are better off not being partners and parted ways on neutral terms that is. Everyday since then, he feels like he doesn’t want to live anymore because he regrets that decision so much. 

 He should’ve stopped you. 

 Just like how he should’ve stopped himself from uploading the new song onto the YouTube channel where you can obviously see that. Heck, he thinks you’d think he’s weird for still being unable to get over you. 

 But too late for that as the new video ‘THEO - Ringin’ Ur Line (Official Audio)’ being posted and he just sighs in defeat, realizing that he makes such a fool of himself with the way he didn’t think of making the video unlisted or even private before it uploads onto the account. 

 And at the same time, you’re mindlessly scrolling through some apps when you see a notification from the channel called ‘THEO’ uploading a new song pops up on the screen. As much as you pretend not to care, you click onto it, ready to get your heartbroken, knowing that he most likely will never mention or even talk about you in his songs. 

 Who would get over someone who makes music and especially a catchy one anyway? 

 But what surprises you is the fact that he makes the song and sings with his own voice in this one, mainly because he’s a music producer. Although his appearance screams very ‘celebrity-like’ due to how good looking he is, he claims that he just wants to lead a normal life with no pressure that comes between his personal life and professional life. He chooses to work behind the spotlight and produces some of the greatest hits for well-known names in the industry. Never once does he put his own personal works out like this. 

 So what changes? 

 You sit up to hear the lyrics and observe the song more carefully. 

และสุดท้ายรักมันคืออะไร baby เธอตอบฉัน

And finally, what is love? Baby, you answer me.

 You scoff at the thought of him having someone new he might be possibly singing about. Clearly, he wouldn’t really sing about you, would he?

บทเรียนสุดท้ายและครั้งที่สองเธอไม่พลาดพลั้ง

The last and second lesson, she didn't fail.

 You wonder what he could possibly refer to. What does he mean with this exactly? Love lesson that gives him the kind of pain that is unforgettable? 

 It’s your cue to go because it’s not even about you. 

 You feel pathetic for ever assuming that it was about you, the person he sang about. You feel foolish and you’re mad at yourself for that. The cold wind doesn’t help much with warming your body either. 

 Somehow, you continue to listen because of the charming lyrics and melodies. 

เธอตั้งใจทำอย่างนั้น

She did that on purpose.

เธอตั้งใจให้ผมเจ็บ

She intended to hurt me.

 You wonder which girl really hurt him and how she managed to do so. Deep down, you wish to have the same effect that whoever did to him in this song. 

 You sigh as you continue listening. 

baby เธอเองก็รู้ว่าใจดวงนี้มันสามารถซ้ำ

baby, you know that this heart can repeat itself.

เธอหยุดได้มั้ย baby ถือว่าผมขอร้อง 

Can you stop, baby? Consider that I'm begging you.

 Taeyang looks at the time on his phone and realizes something, he’ll forever sit alone and let you slip away from his life for good if he didn’t do something tonight. 

 He needs you in his life. He needs your love. He doesn’t want to continue to imagine the way you could only say those ‘i love you's' that his brain could only replay of the way you said it so much in the past that it deeply engraved in his mind like a clockwork. 

 He doesn’t want his heart trembling at the way you look so beautiful in the well kept polaroid of you two in his wallet anymore. He is done with torturing and lying to himself. 

 Grabbing his car keys, he impatiently waits for the engine to start working and looks around for the blind spots to make sure that the parking spot is empty before driving away. 

pretend ว่าตัวผม strong

Pretend that I'm strong

ในสิ่งที่ทุกๆวันขณะในใจผมเจ็บขนาดนั้น 

For something that every day in my heart hurts that much

 He stops at a flower shop, owned by one of his good friends, Shota. Shota has a talent in rearranging flowers, although he wouldn’t need to utter a word for the customers to roll in because he’s adorable. Taeyang remembers that his first flower ever given to you was from Shota’s flower shop and now that he wants to reconcile you both, he figures that he should do that too. 

 He pants, upon the hurried travel to his friend’s store. Shota eyes him blankly, but continues to say nothing, waiting for the other person to speak first. 

“I need a flower that says forever love. Not roses, obviously.” 

“Was that for Y/N?” He questions, although he already knows the answer. 

“How do you know that?” 

“You can pretend that you’re fine and be strong for our sake, although you’re not really. You still think of them.” 

 Was the pain so obvious that even Shota, who normally just doesn’t comment and not caring about things most of the time can see? 

 He really realizes that you’re his better half. 

 And as for you, you find yourself relating to the lyrics he sings in this song. You truly dislike how reflective it is to your state of mind because you’ve been pretending you’re strong and you’re not hurting everyday. 

 Both of yours and his heart are aching for one another, wanting to belong as one again. 

แค่เห็นที่ต้องเจ็บซ้ำ

Just seeing it hurts again.

เป็นเธอไม่มีสายใยแม้ไม่มีเธอเองก็ไม่ต่างกัน

It's you, there's no connection, even without you, it's no different.

 There’s something you can never admit to your friend or anybody else. You’re ashamed to still confess out loud that you’re thinking of your ex boyfriend and that you read both of your text messages with each other.

 You can’t understand it. Why can’t you get him out of your mind if he’s not exactly the most ideal man there is? 

 You sigh, it’s truly unpleasant to be having these late night thoughts where it betrays what you stand for. 

 Similarly to Taeyang, who also does look at the text messages you both shared, but with a different thought. 

 He used to take you for granted, but with you gone, he realizes that he had a gem but he was too blind by his own insecurities. 

 And if there’s no you, then nothing will make sense to him anymore. 

“Hyung, your flower is ready.” Shota places the flower on the table, in front of where Taeyang keeps zoning out. The producer grabs the flower, amazed that the younger florist chooses pink asters, knowing that it represents eternal love, innocence and devotion for a person you deeply care about. He then stands up, slams the 10$ and 20$ on the table and screams out before exiting the shop. 

“I know you’re gonna charge me 25$ but just accept 30$. Keep the change.” 

 Shota just shakes his head, sighing before going back to work. 

I think about everyday, baby we used to talk.

Now you run away.

But baby I'm still walk.

 Driving as fast as he can, he makes it his mission to place his vehicle in a place he knows it all too well. Nighttime has never looked more unexpected and almost scary to him because he can’t predict what is going to happen next. He can only hope that the music he mistakenly and might be posted under the influence of his idiocy conveys what he truly feels about the seperation. 

 Just only a month and 19 more days until it’ll be marked since a year you both break up. But yet in those days before it approaches, you occupy his thoughts every day and night. 

 Frankly, you’re the first and last thing he thinks of every single day. 

 He’s thanking the universe that he didn’t just crash and die right here with the way he’s speeding to you. 

คิดถึงแต่โทรหาไม่ได้

I miss you but can't call.

อยากจะเรียกเธอมาช่วยเชียร์แต่ว่ามันทำไม่ได้

I want to call her to cheer me up but I can't.

 Whenever he’s having a hard time, he wants to call you. But he can’t. 

 Whenever he’s happy, he can’t also call you. 

 And whenever he thinks of you, he can’t do that because you guys are not together anymore. 

 He wants to hear your voice, soothing his worries or cracking some jokes and laughing out so delightfully. 

 This trip to your house might be the last time he’ll get to see you. Or his wants will finally be granted. 

Baby เธอตั้งใจ broke heart

Baby, you accidentally broke my heart.

 You’re supposed to hate him, with the way he sings in this song. This line, a particular line, just like he said, it accidentally breaks your heart into pieces too. 

 You’re gritting your teeth in anger, were you never that important to him? 

 Had he never loved you enough that his heart could possibly break at the thought of you, of this too? 

 Were you the only one feeling this way? 

 You feel really start to resent him. God, what a fucking scumbag. 

 The love has never been reciprocated, so why can’t you let the thought of him completely slip out of your mind? 

ย้ายความเจ็บปวดเข้าไปที่ broke heart 

Move the pain into a broken heart

 It’s only around 10 minutes, if without speeding up, until he’ll be at your door, making a fool of himself, without knowing if you still want him back. He doesn’t know if you’re seeing someone new. Because if you do, that flower in the passenger seat that he is meaning to give it to you will be left to rot, as a proof of his undying love. 

 He doesn’t think that he can ever move past the pain of not having you if the rejection comes through. 

I'm still ทิ้งลงถังมันไม่ได้ baby

I'm still can't throw it in the bin, baby. 

ทำลงไม่ได้ baby

Can't do it, baby. 

Standing in front of the trash bin, you’re facing the most difficult of your life; whether to throw or not to throw every polaroid of you both together. 

 The song keeps playing, you’re holding 6 polaroids of you and him, which are taken on his birthday. There was a whip cream on his nose that he didn’t bother to wipe before taking the photos because he wanted to look cute and have fun, which you let him. It’s one of the fondest memories, out of every celebration you both had done together and you’re about to throw it away. 

 But your hand freezes, gripping onto those small pieces of pictures a bit too tightly. 

 And what happens if you throw it away? Would it only exist in your memories now with no physical evidence? Is that what you’re looking for? 

 And would you be happy to only have events that exist in your heart now? 

 What good would it do if you do anyway? You’d still continue to see the ghost of him everywhere you turn. 

 You can’t throw it away, you really can’t. 

มันตัดใจไม่ได้ baby

I can't get over it, baby. 

 He can’t get over your smile, your voice, your personality, humor or you. 

 He almost feels sorry for himself that he acts like this, let alone letting you know how he feels. 

 It’s what he thinks as his car has come to a stop, safely parking itself in an open space era. He then opens the car door, holding the flower bouquet to his chest before closing it and locking the car door. 

 Something in your mind tells you to stop standing still and keep the polaroids hidden away if you’re not gonna throw it, burn it or even destroy it. 

 So you listen to your guts as you gently tuck your upper lips, anxious and confused on why did you back out on it last minute. 

 You know the answer way too well to that question. But you didn’t want to accept it. 

เพราะผมรักจะตาย baby

Because I love you to death, baby.

“Ding!” 

 Your doorbell rings, startles you out of your trance when you’re so busy putting the polaroids back into a hidden box. 

 You’re confused on who would come to your door this late at night. It’s almost midnight, just only roughly 19 minutes to be exact as you look at the time displayed on the digital clock. 

 A gut feeling tells you that you might need to open the door as it’ll reveal the answer to everything you’ve been hoping for. 

 You’ll regret it if you don’t. 

 Most importantly, you’re hoping it’s him who is behind that door, ringing your doorbell, asking you to be back in his life. But you shake your head at the ridiculousness before you stand up, taking slow steps to get to the door. Your palm grips tightly onto that doorknob, not knowing if you want to do so. 

และสุดท้ายรักมันคืออะไร baby เธอตอบฉัน

And finally, what is love? Baby, you answer me.

 Is the last phrase you hear before your phone dies. You sigh as you twist the doorknob and you’re met with the man you thought you’d never get to meet again. 

 Choi Taeyang standing in front of you. With a bouquet of pink asters in his hands. 

 He wears a white sweater for tonight, a casual look but it makes him look almost breathtaking because he is simply the most beautiful guy you’ve ever known. He looks anxious, not knowing what to say at first as he hands you the asters and you gladly accept it. 

“Did you hear my new song?” 

 The question catches you off guard. Because what game does he want to play now? 

“I do.” You nod, face lack of any expression, opposite to the male in front of you who looks unsure and almost on the verge of tears. You can sense the anxiousness radiating off him but you choose not to ask about it. 

“Well- what do you think about it?” He looks at you, hoping you’d respond to it differently than you do now, because it’ll kill him if you continue to be standoffish like that. 

“It’s nice.” 

“The song… it’s about you.” He confesses, observing the way your eyebrows quirk in confusion and the gleam in your eyes that plead him to almost repeat whatever he just said. 

“Ever since we broke up, it’s never been easy on me. I want to call you so bad but I know you wouldn’t pick up those calls. Every day that I live, the memories of us haunt me so bad, it’s like you intended to hurt me and to make sure that I’ll never get over you. It’s lame that I can’t move on and I’m still in love with you. And now, here, making a fool of myself, asking you to be mine again.” 

 You stare at him, a bit dumbfounded and losing yourself in the moment that all of this happens in real time and it’s not your imagination anymore. You let each of the phrases that escape his lips sink into your mind and process itself into your brain as you can only admire him, no words being exchanged. 

 Taeyang is scared, preparing for your rejection already as you go absolutely silent. He could die right now, if not for the fact that he hasn’t heard the final word that determines whether he’ll continue to live in misery or start a new chapter with absolute happiness. 

“Y/N, please say something. If you’re gonna reject me, please do it fast!” 

“Idiot, I never stopped loving you.” Your face breaks into the biggest grin he has ever seen and every tension and worry just completely escapes from his body. 

 He takes a step forward to hug you, losing himself in your embrace. He misses your love, your warmth. His home, his livelihood all just connects back to you as he feels like the happiest man in the world. 

“Thank god because I thought I’ll live with regret for my entire life.” He mumbles, feeling so content by the physical contact for the first time in months. You try to gently peel yourself off from him, he pouts at you sadly, pleading to be in your embrace for a little longer but before allowing that to continue happening, you scold him. 

“Get off of me! What kind of house owner would I be if I let my guest stand outside for this long.” 

 He smiles, showing off the adorable eye smile that you love so much. 

“Is that your way of inviting me inside?” 

He teases you back, taking off his shoes as he observes you and every corner of your living space, happy to have you back in his life again. 

“Oh shut up before I kick you out.” You give him a stern stare, with your now boyfriend trailing behind you to chill in the living room. He only grins at you teasingly before responding back. 

“Fine.” 

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[starry-nights-garden]

✧ P1Harmony Theo x gn!reader ✧ words: ~500 ✧ genre: fluff, humor (? if you find people who can’t cook funny ksdflakasfl) ✧ warnings: none ✧ prompt: smiling while kissing

“Oh… Y/N… you’re not supposed to be home yet,” you hear Taeyang mumble just when he locks eyes with you after you close the door of your flat behind you. 

“Excuse me?” you retort, feeling offended and also confused by the stress that’s basically oozing out of your boyfriend. You watch as he quickly turns his back on you, running towards the kitchen without even giving you a welcome-home kiss, and you follow him on quick steps to complain. “That’s not how you greet your-” The words get stuck in your throat when you realize what he’s so stressed about. You find Taeyang standing in the kitchen, in front of the stove, mountains of dirty dishes to both of his sides. He’s trying to fry something in a pan - or at least that’s what it looks like to you - and the half concentrated, half empty look in his eyes tells you that he has no idea what he’s doing. You can’t help but chuckle at the sight.

“So that’s why I didn’t get a proper hello,” you reckon. For a split second you see his pupils dart into your direction, but his focus immediately returns to the vegetables in the frying pan, which are starting to give off a burnt smell.

“Just… sit down at the table, I’ll be done in a few minutes!” he assures, talking over his shoulder, but you just shake your head.

“I think those were done half an eternity ago,” you comment and make your way to his side. Wordlessly, you reach for the stove to switch it off. Then you take the cooking chopsticks and the handle of the pan away from him, give the half-burnt vegetables a good stir, and eventually decide that whatever it is that he was trying to make turned out a lot less edible than he had hoped for. He only watches, his expression somewhat shocked, or maybe he feels bad that his plan to surprise you with dinner failed so horribly. Either way, you can’t help but smile at him.

“I should try again…” Taeyang figures, but before he can walk over to the fridge to find some more vegetables to abuse, you grab him by the cheeks and pull him towards you, planting a kiss on his mouth. Even as your lips meet his, the grin on your face stays, so the kiss doesn’t have the impact you were planning for it to have, but somehow once you part he’s still rendered speechless. 

“No you shouldn’t,” you answer. “I appreciate the effort, though. I really do.” You shoot him an honest smile, before you go in for another kiss, this time feeling the corners of his mouth curling up into a shy smile.

“Sorry… I thought I could do this on my own,” he mumbles in between kisses, to which you just pull him in closer, pressing your lips against his harder.

“Don’t say sorry.” Your words are caught in another long kiss, before you eventually separate and you take a step back. “As I said, I really appreciate you trying to make something for me. But…” You give the burnt vegetables a long look. “I think before you try to cook again, we’ll get you some proper cooking lessons.”

[woobly]

DRIVE ME CRAZY . . . 최태양 !

PAIRING. non idol! theo x gn! reader GENRE. fluff, friends to implied lovers? WARNINGS. none (lmk if i missed anything!) WC. 906 words

𓂋˚˖ A/N. i can guarantee you this happened to me when i tried manual for the first time except where is my choi taeyang 😔😔

“THE ENGINE DIED AGAIN,”

“Huh?” you stare at the dashboard in front of you in disbelief as half of the control lights that remained ‘on’ burn into your soul once again. “But I swear, I hardly even moved my foot!” Giving up, you let your hands fall on your seat with a thump.

“That’s the fifth in the past 30 minutes,” Taeyang tries to announce as blankly as he could but failing as you knew he was trying so hard to keep his laughter in.

“Why did you suddenly want to learn how to drive anyway? Let alone a manual car. You could just do automatic if you really wanna drive,” Even if you weren’t looking at him, you can feel Taeyang’s eyes trained on your defeated figure. 

When you suddenly asked him a few days ago to teach you how to drive, he was surprised to say the least. It was only a few weeks ago when you confidently stated that you had zero plans of learning how to operate a car, saying you wanted to take your time with “adulting” and “growing up”. And yet, here you were, behind the steering wheel of none other than Taeyang’s own manual car, which he really just borrowed from his parents.

Now, looking at you in this state, determined yet almost on the verge of breaking down, reminds him of when he himself attempted to drive this very same car a few months ago. He knows exactly how you’re feeling in the moment, but he can only really smile in faux sympathy and try his best to keep you from losing all your sanity on the wheel.

“Because,” you whine exasperatedly, prolonging the ‘s’ a little too long. “I’m big now. Almost everyone I know is taking lessons or has a license already. And they all said learning manual first would be more beneficial than auto,” you pause before you continue. “And stick shift drivers are cool,”

“So you’re saying I’m cool?”

Even if your head was facing your lap, he doesn’t miss the smile that grows on your face as you slip one of your hands from being trapped between your head and the wheel and slap his arm, causing his teasing smile to let out his signature laugh.

“When did I say you weren’t?” you giggle, unsure of what your friend was trying to get at.

Your head still leaning on your hands, you turn towards Taeyang, who’s still looking at you with a face that lets you know you have his full attention. Taking his silence as a cue to continue, you lean back again on your seat and look forward outside the windshield at nothing in particular.

“Plus I saw my schedule for this sem and talked to my parents about it. No one can really take me to campus coz it’s out of the way, and they don’t want me to take public transpo yet since I’d be going alone,”

“I’m literally right here,” You turn towards Taeyang again, whose face has become as serious as it can get, and frown in confusion, prodding him to elaborate. “I can drive you around; we literally go to the same uni,”

“You know I can’t ask you to do that. My house is farther from the campus than yours is,”

He just shrugs as he looks away from you. “So? I’d gladly do it anyway,”

“What if I have to go somewhere after classes? Or what if you’re in class and you can’t be my personal driver?”

His gaze focuses on whatever he was looking at outside the window as if he’s thinking over what you just suggested.

“Okay, point taken,” He turns back to you and slaps his hands on his thighs, giving up on trying to come up with other options for you for the time being. “Then I guess we’re both stuck here,”

You face the road in front of you once again as you take a deep breath and sigh. If you were being honest, you had no issues being stuck learning how to drive a manual car as long as Taeyang was the one who would teach you and also watch you commit the beginner mistakes—but you would never admit that out loud to him.

Taeyang chuckles as he watches you start the engine again and step on the clutch, taking you through every step and saying words of encouragement in between.

After another hour of trying to drive, you finally manage to get the car moving without the engine dying and even drive around your neighborhood in second gear. He commented how he didn’t even get to the second gear on his first time, which definitely made you feel better. Once you felt you had enough driving for one day, both of you switched seats, and he took you to your and his favorite ice cream shop as a reward for today’s lesson, mood switching up by the hundreds and mind completely off cars and driving.

The next day, Taeyang arrives with his car at the same time as the previous day and quickly transfers to the front passenger seat. The moment you come jogging out your door and into the car, you immediately announce, “Okay so I’ve been thinking, and you know what, I take it back. I’m not doing manual ever again.”

© woobly, 2022. all rights reserved.

[blu-joons]

BEST FRIEND P1HARMONY A⇴Z HEADCANON ⇴ Choi Taeyang

A ⇴ ATTENTION

He prided himself on reading you well, Taeyang paid a lot of attention to you in order to check how you were so that he knew what to do for you whether you were either in a good mood or not quite feeling like yourself.

B ⇴ BICKER

It was pretty rare for the two of you to bicker, it was just one of those things that you didn’t do often together. As much as you loved to tease and joke around, somehow bickering just wasn’t something that happened, neither of you knew why, especially because of how much you teased each other as well.

C ⇴ COMFORT

Time is something that Taeyang takes advantage of when you need comforting, deciding to give himself a moment to figure out exactly what you needed. Once he knows if you want a hug, someone to talk to, or something else, he’ll head over to you and do whatever it is that he’s decided to do.

D ⇴ DISAGREEMENTS

Conflict with you was something that Taeyang wasn’t a fan of, he much preferred harmony between the two of you. The only time when conflict really did arrive was when Taeyang was getting stressed at work and maybe getting a little bit shorter with you than he usually did. He was lucky that you knew when he was a bit stressed and tended to let him take his mood out on you without causing too much trouble.

E ⇴ EARLY YEARS

Getting to know you was one of Taeyang’s favourite things about your friendship, he loved finding out as much as he could about you. It surprised you at first just how many questions he asked you, a small part of you worried for a little while, but soon enough you realised that it was just Taeyang being attentive and caring about you which qualities which definitely brought you closer towards him.

F ⇴ FAMILY

Taeyang’s family loved how excitable Taeyang was whenever he was around you. Seeing how giddy he was when he was around you and how funny he was when he was with you too made several members of his family smile. As much as they loved seeing how excitable Taeyang was, they also loved to see the dynamic between the two of you and watch just how well you got along when you were together.

G ⇴ GETTING TOGETHER

He doesn’t care what anyone has to say, if Taeyang wants to go out with you as his best friend then he absolutely will. If you want to stay in though, then he’ll be more than happy to do just that, usually Taeyang will just go along with whatever you want to do, and not let anyone else influence what you do.

H ⇴ HABITS

The two of you had a habit of teasing one another, you loved to try and push each other’s buttons. You were both incredibly clued up on exactly how you could annoy one another, and although others would sometimes be taken aback by the things that you were saying, you knew that you were only joking.

I ⇴ INSIDE JOKES

With your bubbly personalities, inside jokes were frequent between the two of you. You were full of silly things when you were around one another and coupled with some of the funny things that you saw other people doing too when you were out and about, you had plenty of inside jokes saved in your memories.

J ⇴ JEALOUSY

Even though some of your friends weren’t exactly his cup of tea, Taeyang would still be friendly with them as he didn’t want to upset you or cause any trouble. You could tell which of your friends he was slightly off with, but Taeyang did enough so that no one else could catch on. As long as he was nice to their face, you didn’t mind, but once the two of you were alone, a jealous rant from him would soon take place.

K ⇴ KICKS

Taeyang got a kick out of the two of you succeeding. Whether it was through working together, or one of you doing well, Taeyang loved when you both were achieving good things and able to bring yourselves more opportunities, always using any good news as a chance for the two of you to go out and celebrate.

L ⇴ LOVE

He loved the energy that existed between the two of you and how the two of you just seemed to bounce off of one another. You two worked so well and complimented each other seamlessly too, whilst your personalities were far from identical, the different traits worked well together. It wasn’t just something that Taeyang loved about you both, it was something that many others loved about you two as well.

M ⇴ MEETING

The two of you first met through mutual friends and seemed to just hit it off ever since. You seemed to just click somehow, although you had heard mentions of each other before from your mutual friends, you never expected that you would get on quite as well as you did when you eventually met in real life.

N ⇴ NONSENSE

He was a bundle of energy when he was with you which led to Taeyang doing plenty of silly things around you. You never quite knew what to expect from Taeyang when he was at his most energetic self.

O ⇴ OBSESSION

Taeyang was obsessed with your personality and how well it worked with his. You had plenty of similarities and plenty of differences too but when the two of you combined it all seemed to work out perfectly.

P ⇴ PRECIOUS MOMENTS

The moments that meant the most to you was when your friendship was starting out and Taeyang was discovering so many new things. He loved the discovery as he was often surprised by things that you told him, with plenty of facts about you that he was never expecting him which always kept him intrigued.

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS

He loved discussing ideas and thoughts that he had, asking you what your thoughts were too. Whether it was work, plans, or something about someone else, Taeyang loved to try and get your opinion too.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS

In his wardrobe, Taeyang has his shirts locked away in one of the drawers to keep them safe from you getting your hands on them. You had a bit of a habit of stealing them when you were at the dorm, and as such an important part of Taeyang’s wardrobe, he didn’t want for any of them to end up going missing.

S ⇴ SUPPORT

Despite liking to do things for himself, that didn’t stop Taeyang being appreciative of any support that you gave him. You knew as independent as he tried to be that having your support and that extra person by his side was something that helped him a lot more deep down then he liked to admit.

T ⇴ TRIPS

Getting the time to go on trips was rare for you both, and so your trips were usually more just like days out. The two of you made the most of any time, even if you only had the chance to explore Seoul.

U ⇴ ULTIMATE

He felt lucky to say the least being able to call you his best friend, and Taeyang let everyone know about that too.

V ⇴ VISITS

You would usually visit Taeyang when he invited you somewhere. If there was an opportunity to invite you to work and to let you see him at work, then Taeyang would send it your way straight away.

W ⇴ WISDOM

He was by far not the best at giving advice, but that didn’t stop Taeyang at least trying to help you out when he could.

X ⇴ XXXX

When he was full of energy and on his toes, Taeyang could be very affectionate around you. Without even thinking about things, he’d start poking you or tickling you to try and get some sort of reaction from you.

Y ⇴ YOU

You were his favourite, there was no one that Taeyang liked as much as you.

Z ⇴ ZZZ

Usually, the two of you would end up going to your apartment when you hung out as it meant that you didn’t disturb anyone, especially the other members as the two of you were usually quite loud together.

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