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moondust-on-the-hijabi · 3 months

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𝕕𝕚𝕕 𝕀 𝕗𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕚 𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦? 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕚 𝕥𝕠𝕝𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 "𝕚'𝕞 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕖", 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠

𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒖𝒏𝒂𝒓 𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆➶

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𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒅 | 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒔

𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒔: kotlc, aru shah, six of crows, riordanverse, nevermoor, httyd, secret shanghai, anything by ann liang, the inheritance games 𝒌𝒑𝒐𝒑: stay, engene, onedoor, i'll-it (stop hating them)

𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑𝒔: sophie x keefe, percy x annabeth, dex x biana, sadie x julius, paedyn x kai, jameson x avery

𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒄 [𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒎] 𝒛𝒖𝒎𝒓𝒂: @that-multi-fandom-hijabi @loife1m @reyna-obsessed @heartstars @queenie-blackthorn @tinadablackthorn @hijabi-desi-bookworm @someonewhogotanaccount

𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆: aru shah/tpq, kotlc, oc stories [no smut or x reader]

𝑫𝑵𝑰 𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒂: anti-palestine/zionist, pedos, creeps, generally weird people, sexists (counting misogyny or supporting #killallmen), proshippers, religiophobics, homophobes, and rude people

𝒎𝒚 𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒔: #asks ^_^, #moots ^_^, #moots--[insert name], #queue to the moon <- things in my queue, #IMPaylin <- for things I need, #moonhalo talks —✧ <- for random shitposting, #moonhalo talks books —✧, #moonhalo writes —✧, #mots|spy au, #dust trails —✧ <- navigation posts, #almost like the moon <- fav posts

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moondust-on-the-hijabi · 3 months

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late night urges

Pairing: Aru x Aiden Genre: Fluff tw: none

Aiden did not wake up because he was thirsty.

He did not wake up because he heard something.

No, Aiden woke up because he was cold, which was strange–considering his girlfriend always clung to him like a koala in her sleep.

Opening his eyes, he noticed Aru wasn’t in the room. His eyelids struggled to stay open as he sat up. A light shone from under their bedroom door. He walked outside, hearing footsteps coming from the kitchen.

“Shah?”

His girlfriend turned around, “Did I wake you up?”

Aiden shook his head, pulling her into a hug, “Late-night urges?” He smirked, expecting her to laugh but instead, she sighed while looking into the bowl of ice cream.

“Hey, you okay?” Gently, lifting her face, he looked into her eyes and questioned, “Nightmare?”

Aru wordlessly nodded, looking exhausted. Aiden sat next to her, “You should’ve woken me up,”

“You were tired last night, I didn’t want to disturb you,”

“You come first, Shah. I can always catch up on sleep later,” He wiped a drop of ice cream on her face, “Wake me up next time,” She turned to protest but he stopped her, “Please.”

She stared at him for a minute, her dark eyes sparkling, “Okay,”

They sat like that as Aru finished her ice cream–occasionally giving a spoon to Aiden. She watched him as he washed the bowl, “Thank you.”

He looked over his shoulder, “For what?”

“For y’know…being there for me,” She mumbled, fiddling with her shirt.

His gaze softened, “I’ll always be there for you, Shah,” He kissed her cheek, “Let’s go to bed?”

She got up and soon they were back snuggled under the blankets. She snuggled into his arms, finding comfort in the scent of clean laundry. As she fell asleep, Aiden whispered, “I love you,” in her ear. A small smile spread across Aru’s face as she drifted to dreamland.

The good one.

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moondust-on-the-hijabi · 2 months

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watch out for 12:00am IST [10:30am PST] *maniac giggle*

#moonhalo writes —✧#inaaya <3 #felix <3 #my writing #creative writing #writer #writing #writeblr

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moondust-on-the-hijabi · 19 days

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poets without the beauty of the universe— without the soft glow of the moon, without the caress of the breeze, without the ballads sung by birds, without the glimmer of the ocean, without the vivid colors of plants, without the winking of stars, without the pureness of snow, without the crunch of autumn leaves, without the chatter of the rain, without the desire of the sun, —are nobody.

#sorry for being so dead lately guys #this is your compensation #moonhalo writes —✧#spilled ink #spilled poetry #poets on tumblr #original poem #mine

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moondust-on-the-hijabi · 3 months

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faintly red

genre: fluff; oc story tw: none [lmk is there is]

She jumped down from the platform—her faintly red lips curling into a huff, pushing down the baseball cap to cover her face. As she stormed down the auditorium, he watched her clothes billow, her jacket and the loose end of her hijab streaming behind her. His lips twisted into an amused smile that grew bigger when the host of the assembly turned to him to apologize, “This was never meant to happen, I am extremely sorry for ruining—”

He interrupted, “It’s okay, I understand these things happen,”—ending with a smile; no one could know that they already knew (were married to) each other.

He couldn’t wait to get home (after a week of traveling) and tease her about how she got angry, watching her cheeks turn red. To laugh, placing a kiss on her lips, hand running through her soft hair and…

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moondust-on-the-hijabi · 2 months

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ᴀᴘᴘʟᴇ ʙʟᴏꜱꜱᴏᴍ [ᴋɪ ᴋʜᴜꜱʜʙᴜ]

genre: fluff, oc tw: none pairing: inaaya x felix on wattpad

khushbu \ khuh-sh-booh \ (in Urdu)[noun]; fragrance; sometimes a name.

translation: “ki khushbu” means “fragrance of”

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Her head fell off the bed, her hand knocking off the glasses on the side table.

Inaaya opened her eyes grudgingly, an alarm ringing fading in and out. She groped for the snooze button with numb, heavy fingers. Turning, a warm arm under her shirt tightened around her waist. A voice muttered, “Come back…”

Inaaya looked over her shoulder, detangling the arm that belonged to a mop of hair hidden under their shared duvet. She stared at Felix, remembering the reason for her waking up before the sun had risen.

It was time to pray Fajr.

She emitted a soft chuckle—waking up before Felix was a rare occurrence, he was typically the one coaxing her out of bed.

Yawning, Inaaya fell back on his chest—which was surprisingly warm—stretching the sleep out of her muscles. Felix mumbled something, dragging the blanket closer, and swinging a leg on her.

She shook him, “Get up, it's time for Fajr.”

He buried his head in the pillow, “Minute more…”

Shaking her head, Inaaya made her way to the bathroom, washing up and making wudhu quickly. The chilly water dripped on the cold floor.

She walked up to her husband, fingers reaching out to sweep away his blue-gray bangs when they touched his skin. Inaaya frowned and splayed her fingers on his forehead.

It was burning hot, excessive sweat making hair stick to his skin.

She shook Felix hard, “Oi, wake up,” The more she shook him, Inaaya realised how feverish he was.

“Lixie, you have a fever. Wake up” she spoke insistently, running a hand through his soft hair.

“I'll wake up,” he drawled in a raspy voice, “It's not a fever, it's just hot—”

“It's the middle of January, Park.” Inaaya huffed, pulling him up, his body leaning on hers for support. His usual, comforting smell of vanilla enveloped her.

His hands ‘coincidentally’ found the hem of her shirt, fingers drawing circles on her skin. “Okay, maybe I am a little sick—”

“He admits it!”

“—but I can take care of myself.”

Felix smiled against her cool skin as she huffed—, “I'm going to get the thermometer so shut up and don't go back to sleep,”

The quiet house echoed with the soft padding of footsteps as Inaaya returned with the thermometer in hand and stuck it in his mouth, paying no heed to his muffled protests.

Rolling her eyes at Felix, she played with his hands absent-mindedly, waiting.

Taking it out, “You're hot.”

“I know, Angel, but this isn't the time.”

“Bevkoof— I'm talking about your temperature,” She whacked his head.

“Ah, yes, keep calling me an idiot,” he smirked.

Slight warmth bloomed on her cheeks as she grumbled, pushing her bangs back, “Always flirting,”

Felix's eyes drooped slightly, “If it was up to me, every time would be a time to flirt,”

The mercury lowered on the thermometer stuck in water, “Anytime when your temperature isn't 103 degrees,”

“Take this, pray, and go to sleep, sunshine.”

The man slumped into her arms, yawning, “I'm sick. I don't wanna get up.”

“What happened to you not being sick?” She raised an eyebrow, throwing the blanket away.

“When did I say that?” His hand found her nape, tangling in her hair as he pulled her closer—the feather-light weight of his lips on hers.

— —

The sun was unusually bright and the blanket he was under smelt like apples.

He stretched his legs, a weight on them shifting.

Felix opened his bleary eyes, wincing at the sudden light. Patting the blanket, his fingers entangled in a soft nest of hair.

A body was curled next to his legs, hair covering her face. Inaaya's hand was scribbling on a piece of paper, in what seemed to him, a very uncomfortable position.

A cough bubbled out of his throat.

Inaaya bolted up, dark eyes wide akin to a deer while Felix hacked his lungs out. Reaching beside the bed, she stuffed a glass of water in his hands.

The water offered little to no comfort as it traveled down his scratchy throat, and the bright sun was not helping his teary eyes.

The weight from his legs lifted as his wife jumped out of the room, coming back holding a bottle and a spoon.

Golden syrup—glowing by the light shining through—made its way onto the spoon that Inaaya soon stuck in his mouth. Sweetness swamped his taste buds, the stickiness of the honey providing a soothing layer over the scratchiness.

Felix held out the spoon, playfully glaring at Inaaya.

She raised an eyebrow, “Well? Did it help?”

“Why would honey help—”

“Park, I swear if you do this with me right now.”

"What?" He dragged out the word, blinking innocently. “I’m just saying that it's just honey, how’s that supposed to help?” The sentence sounded like a lie even to him but he wouldn't admit that to her.

She snatched the spoon from him, wagging it at him, “I booked a doctor's appointment.”

His head snapped up, “What? Why, I'm fine.”

“You are not fine, you are sick. Your temperature is literally 103.”

“C'mon, I’m not that sick. It’ll go away anyways,”

She stared at him, “If you’d have gone along, we’d get tteokbokki and donuts on the way back,” Inaaya shrugged and turned, “But I guess not,”

“Wait, no—” He grabbed her wrist, pulling her by her waist. She let Felix drag her back, hands splaying on either side of him, “I”ll come, but only if you promise that we’ll get tteokbokki.”

“Oh, now you agree,” She smirked, the kind of smirk that made him want to kiss her till she flushed, “You have an hour to get ready, I’ll help,”

— —

Inaaya pulled into the parking lot, and looked over at Felix, who was sleeping with the window supporting his head. A small spot of drool was on his lips. She chuckled.

Light shined on him, a sun spotlight for the sunshine boy. His eyelashes cast a shadow on his freckled skin.

The sight made her heart happy; the fact that they trusted each other and were comfortable enough to do this—the domestic feeling of just taking care of the other.

Felix mumbled something in his sleep and stretched slightly. She reached over to release his belt, shaking him awake. His eyes opened as he slurred, “Moon, you're here.”

Inaaya restrained a laugh, “Where else would I go? Home without you?”

“I don’t know. You smell like apples,” He tightened his grip on her arm, snuggling it like a stuffed toy.

"Wanna go home, love?" She ran a hand through his hair.

The scent of vanilla wafted through the air.

— —

Felix woke up to the smell of apples.

Again.

Everything was hazy: his thoughts, his surroundings, even his sense of smell seemed all over the place.

He yawned, eyes aching, and turned—a body was next to him. Felix blinked and registered the sensation of a damp cloth on his forehead. He glanced up at the person and was immediately lured into her eyes—the familiar and comforting ones, deep enough for him to fall in them like a black hole, to stare at them for the rest of eternity.

“Lover boy, you good?” Her voice held a tinge of amusement. Inaaya removed the cloth, dunking it in a bowl that had been set on a table.

Felix shut his eyes, wriggling closer to her.

She felt safe. As if her being with him solved every problem in the world.

His vision shattered when his head started pounding like someone was beating a drum right next to him. “Ouch,” A mutter, as he buried his head in her hands.

“Head hurts?”

“How’d you know?”

“You talk in your sleep.”

Felix turned red, thoughts swarming on whether he’d accidentally said something stupid, “Weren't we at the doctor’s, or was that a dream?”

Inaaya’s face lit up with a bright smile, obvious that she was trying not to laugh. “Yeah, you fell asleep and then I had to drag you upstairs while you were delirious.”

He groaned as she giggled, “I’m glad you find my misery amusing,”

Her near-black eyes danced, “Yeah, it's very entertaining.” She got up from the bed, the phone dropping from her lap.

Felix already missed her warmth.

“Didn't you say we would get tteokbokki and donuts?”

“The doctor gave you medicines, take them,” She called from the other room,

“Inaaya.”

“You fell asleep, how could I get anything?”

He gasped dramatically, half sitting up, “But you promised,”

“The medicine, Park.”

“I don't care about the—”

Inaaya popped her head in the room to glare at him, “Do you want me to stuff it down your throat?”

Felix huffed indignantly, “You promised to get me food,”

She raised an eyebrow and stepped into the room, holding two packets and two strips of medicine.

Eyes widening, he made a grab at one of the packets. Inaaya sidestepped, raising the arm holding the food, “Medicine first or I’m hiding it,”

The food hung in the air tantalizingly, “Gimme the meds,”

She grinned victoriously, put the food on a table outside, and came back holding a glass of water. Felix popped the pills in his mouth as he got up, grimacing as the bitter taste spread across his tongue.

Inaaya dragged him to the living room, demanding that he eat on the table. Wincing at the lights blaring in his eyes, he sank into the soft cushions, plate in hand.

“Where are you going?” Saying nothing, she disappeared into the room and returned with a heavy blanket in hand. The other sofas produced creaks as she moved them to create a square bed-like corner. She smiled, motioning Felix to sit down, “Wanna watch something?”

—

Ten minutes later, Felix’s nose was buried in her hair—her shampoo filling his senses. His sinuses hurt too much for him to stare at the TV screen, the blue light felt like it was burning a hole in his eyes.

She sat leaning on one side with him lying on her—practically trying to merge into her—while she stared at the screen, intently watching the movie. The scene filled him with adoration for this life they’d managed to make for themselves, the amount of weight this one, simple scene carried.

Inaaya's love was the love one would give to the moon; happiness within the melancholy, harsh at first sight but soft and caring on the second, the kind of love that wouldn't be talked about but would always be there—quietly being nurtured.

He hummed, one hand behind her and the other drawing shapes on the curve of her waist.

She had one hand intertwined with his, the other tucked between them both.

Felix's hand kept circling until his eyes closed, slipping into dreamland—all while inhaling Inaaya's perfume.

The one that smelt like home, the apple blossom-scented one.

a/n: we need a ship name. i'm actually proud of the book cover lol

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moondust-on-the-hijabi · 3 months

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Moon

genre: fluff tw: mentions of fighting

Prompt: It was a rainy day and I was all alone at home. It was dark outside. Suddenly, I heard knocking at the door.

Carefully, I put down my plate of pasta and walked to the door. I could hear feet shuffling, mixed with the patter of rain. Opening the door, a person stood, soaked with rain. His familiar face was bloodied; cuts on his lips and cheek. The blue streak in his black hair shone in the moonlight.

‘Hi,’ His voice was small, weak, ‘Could I come in?’

‘As if I wouldn’t let you in,’’ I rolled my eyes. Tugging at his sleeve, I led him to the dark living room, gesturing for him to sit on the sofa where he sank down. I grabbed a glass of water and the medicine box from the kitchen. As he drank down the water, I noticed his movements were slightly sluggish, eyes out of focus.

‘Did you drink or something?’ I asked, concerned, knowing he swore to never drink after seeing his alcoholic father. He shook his head, ‘Someone spiked my drink and when I found out, we had-’

‘A fight.’ I finished for him, sighing. Opening the box, I began cleaning his wounds, feeling his eyes tracing my movements. He closed his eyes, barely feeling the sting. He had come over like this multiple times; The first time, I dragged him home, insisting on helping him.

As I closed the box, I looked at him, ‘You can stay here for the night.’

‘What about your roommate?’

‘She won’t be here for a week.’ I emerged from my room, holding some of the clothes he had left behind. Handing it to him, I pushed him inside, ‘Go.’

He paused, ‘Thanks. You know I’m really grateful, right?’

I avoided his searching gaze, ‘Yeah, yeah.’

A teasing smile spread across his face, ‘Thanks, moon.’

I huffed, ‘I told you not to call me that!’

He laughed, filling the house with music.

a/n: looking back this is so cringe can't believe I wrote it for school

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moondust-on-the-hijabi · 3 months

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tsuki ga kerei desu ne

paring: Sophie x Keefe genre: teeth-rotting fluff tw: none

“The stars are pretty tonight,” Keefe’s voice floated up.

Sophie was leaning at the balcony railing of their house, admiring the night sky. turned around and saw him holding a tray of mooncakes. Keefe smirked at her sound of delight before handing one to her. Sophie bit down into the fudgy deliciousness as he moved closer to her. Heat radiated off him, comforting her.

It had taken a long time to feel safe, without the imminent risk of danger finally. There was finally a sense of peace in Sophie’s life. And she couldn’t be more happy to spend it with Keefe and all her friends.

Keefe moved closer, taking a bite of his mooncake, “What’s going on in that pretty head?”

Sophie blushed and tugged her hair in the front, “Just thinking,”

The blond boy’s signature smirk softened into a sweet smile. Looking at him, she was reminded of a phrase she once had read about when she was still in the Lost Cities.

“Tsuki ga kirei desu ne,” she muttered.

Keefe translated, “That means ‘The moon is beautiful, isn’t it,’ right?” She nodded, “I mean, it is…pretty?”

Sophie let out a huff of laughter, “It's a phrase in Japanese to say ‘I love you’. I heard someone say that when I was with humans.”

The smirk had returned.

Keefe grasped her chin, tilting her face, “In that case, tsuki ga kirei desu ne.” He moved closer, eyelashes fluttering, and placed a feathery kiss on her lips. Sophie pulled gently at his shirt, drawing him closer. His clothes comfortingly smelt like vanilla, confirming her suspicion that he made the mooncakes. Keefe drew back a little, just enough to see her eyes, and quietly said, “You know, I’m glad you’re here with me, Foster”

“Me too, Keefe,”

“Oh, and also—” he dug in his pocket, and took out a necklace with a tiny, golden heart at the end, “Happy birthday, Foster,”

Sophie stared at him in silence; he looked like a nervous wreck under her gaze, “Did I do something wrong?”

“What? No. I’m just shocked,” she wrapped her arms around him tightly, “How did you know?”

Keefe rubbed his neck sheepishly, “I may have snuck into the Lost Cities,”

She whacked his head slightly, “Idiot. But thank you, it’s super pretty,” she smiled and Keefe felt like he could drown in her golden-flecked eyes.

“Here, I’ll help you wear it,” He went behind her while she lifted her hair, sliding the cool metal and locking it carefully to ensure hair wouldn’t get stuck in it.

“It’s so pretty, I love it!”

“And I love you.”

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moondust-on-the-hijabi · 3 months

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i know i can protect myself, but when you do it for me, it's hot as hell~

#inaaya to felix #post enemies obvi ;)#moonhalo talks —✧#aylyrics —✧#moonhalo writes —✧#olivia rodrigo #inaaya <3 #felix <3

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moondust-on-the-hijabi · 2 months

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thinking about love. not necessarily romantic love, but also love between friends, love for your cat, love for your parents, love for that one person who hurts you but you simply cannot stop loving them.

i think love is more about giving and taken than it is about taking. unconditional love means loving without demanding any in return. unrequited love means loving someone even when you know you won't get any in return. you need to learn to give before you take and, I think sometimes, loving while they hurt you is a form of learning. that one person who you cannot help but love while they hurt you is in a cruel, twisted way teaching you how to love unconditionally. it kinda helps your heart grow. I'm not saying that you hurt yourself by loving people who hurt you on purpose, but that these people who come, stab you in your bleeding heart, and leave are a part of how you love.

every single thing you love and have loved shapes your love for the world. and then your unconditional love will be received by those who deserve it and they will recognize it, giving the love you finally deserve back.

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moondust-on-the-hijabi · 3 months

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rainy days~

Genre: Fluff tw: none [lmk if there is] inspired by: this post and v's song 'rainy days'

Bustling noises from the busy but cozy atmosphere filled my ears as I opened the café’s door, shelter from the rain.

Ordering a chocolate chip frappuccino, I grabbed a bean bag in the corner, from where I could watch the entire store. I slumped into the soft fabric, tired from dealing with difficult people all morning, and on top of that was rain.

The café was a familiar and safe space since I had spent hours reading or simply observing people. A bonus was that they had excellent food.

Today, the drink arrived earlier than usual, except there was a piece of cake with a tiny note that read ‘You seemed tired today, child’ with a tiny smile drawn. I smiled gratefully at the old woman who ran the café, tears filling my eyes. She patted my shoulder and went on with her work.

As I sipped my drink, savoring the rich flavor I noticed that most of the customers today had brought someone along with them. A teenager across me kissed his girlfriend’s cheek, smiling bashfully when she laughed. This time of the year always seemed like a romantic season. Loneliness crept on me but it was a familiar feeling.

Recently though, a certain person had begun to chase those thoughts away.

His black hair and black-green ombre eyes came to mind as I groaned. The entire reason I had entered the café was to avoid him. No matter what I did, I couldn’t get him out of my mind. Being a fairly quiet person, not many people could do that to me and even then, it was usually me overthinking our friendship. He was one of the few people who could understand how tiring it was to be in defensive mode all the time and even encouraged me to try and come out of the habit, helping me when I told him I couldn’t.

And therein lay the problem. Jay’s too kind. And pretty. I choked on my cake. A tiny voice in my head said, you were avoiding the fact, you know it. Frustrated, I rubbed my eyes. I had never had a crush; sure, I found people attractive but I was never attracted to them, if that made sense. But whenever I was around Jay, I was constantly wondering what having a crush felt like.

A loud laugh startled me out of my thoughts. I looked up to see a university couple, muttering apologies—trying and failing to control their giggles. I watched as they sat down, the boy asked, ‘Can I hold your hand?’

His partner nodded.

A normal exchange, yet it reminded me of him. He always asked before doing anything, making sure I was comfortable with it.

Suddenly, a kid tucked at my shirt. I turned around and hummed. He nervously looked at a lady, who I assumed was his mother. She nodded encouragingly. He mumbled under his breath, ‘Are you a….?’

‘I’m sorry but can you say that again? I couldn’t hear you.’ I smiled as kindly as I could, not wanting to seem unapproachable.

‘Are you a spy?’ I blinked. Where had that come from?

‘No, why?’

‘You’re looking at everyone and you’re wearing black clothes and you look cool.’ He said in one breath, looking at me with wide eyes. I laughed, ’I’m sorry to disappoint you but I’m not a spy.’

Looking visibly disappointed, he muttered a sorry and ran back to his mother.

‘A spy, huh?’ An overly familiar voice said.

My eyes widened as I saw Jay standing in front of me with a smirk. Too pretty. My surprise must’ve shown on my face because he backtracked, sheepishly, ‘I can go if you want, sorry for surprising you.’

‘Oh, no,’ I reassured him, ‘I was just shocked.’ At my gesture, he sat down.

I intercepted one of the waiters, ‘Excuse me, could you get a mocha frappuccino?’

‘Of course.’

I looked at him, ‘I hope you're okay with that?’

He smiled, ‘Yep, I was just gonna get that. Thanks.’

I grinned, pushing the plate of cake towards him, ‘Want some?’

He happily took a bite, ‘What’re you thinking about?’

I’m thinking ‘bout you,

I shook my head with an inscrutable smile.

With a hint of laughter in his voice, he asked, ‘Why are you so quiet?’

What to say.

I snorted, unwilling to say anything.

‘Alright, spill.’ Jay bent forward, a smirk plastered on his mouth.

I cocked my head, debating whether I should tell him.

His green eyes shone.

His face looked genuinely happy.

His face looked pretty.

‘You’re pretty.’

a/n: another cringe. are we even surprised.

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