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dawnoftime22 · 2 months ago

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a long awaited confession.

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INTHAF, Chapter 4

Warnings: None! Unless you dislike baking or cute long awaiting confessions </3

Summary: On a day where you were realizing your heart's feelings, Taylor had of course, wanted to hang out with you baking some chai cookies and watching a movie.

Word Count: 4.6k

Category: fluff fluff!!!

A/N: this is fluff with, basically the instructions and ingredients of how to make taylor's chai cookies :) OH THE JOY I HSD WHEN I FINISHED THIS

P.S, I have never baked in my life...don't take tips from me I'm just going off research

P.P.S...I just realized I could have done the lover rice krispies treats ☹️ its okay I guess you all get red / evermore taylor mixed with lover this fic

| Started on 26/11/2023, 8:33 AM |

| Finished on 06/02/2025, 7:03 PM |

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<- Chapter 3

“you are what you love.”

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It was an early morning, with you on the couch, sitting peacefully with your phone. You were practically like a cat soaking in the warm sun from the windows.

Your back was against the cushions, and you had your thumb scrolling against the smooth screen of your phone. You were mindlessly navigating your way through your homescreen and various apps, but unable to fixate on a single one before sighing out.

The ceiling stared down at you as if it was able to tell you, this was all tiring, and seeing you sat on the couch was everything boring, but you only groaned lightly and turned to lay on your side.

Instead, you went to instagram, seeing what was new and if any of your following accounts had posted anything new.

Every post seemed to pass by your screen until you spot a fan having posted a picture of you and Taylor. It was of yesterday, where you two were walking home and Taylor was carrying you.

When you check the comments, all you could see were people talking about how close you two were. You couldn't help but hear the way your heart raced in your ears, and you had to cover your face with your hands.

A soft thud sounds beside you from your phone being dropped to the couch, and you took a deep breath in, trying to not care about the immense heat on your cheeks, but it was unavoidable now.

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Guys what if they're in a secret relationship?

|__ they don't sneak around a lot, I think they're friends but I would love to see them together

Look at how cute they are!! 😆

Seriously, that sunset captures the way they look together perfectly. 🥹

Lord. You were sure you felt like passing out. Your thoughts had wandered before in the past, but knowing people were suspecting about the two of you, when you couldn't even tell your feelings? It was almost like a slap to the face and it had been far too long.

As if it couldn't get any worse, you hear a notification from your phone, and you look over to see that it was a message from Taylor. Oh, the timings of the universe.

Hey hey :) wanna bake some cookies? I'll bring over the ingredients if you want

But you jump to reply back anyway, the fear and realization you had earlier being filled by excitement, but still with a pounding heart.

Yes?! Chai cookies?

Chai cookies!! We're gonna have them, theeeennn, watch some movies...?

You couldn't help the giggle escaping your mouth at her message, but you tried not to look into it more than you should.

Okay, yes, movies...but why my house?

Your house, 'cause I miss being there, silly. Plus, we already hung out at mine last time

I miss your cats though :(

. . .

Taylor <3 is typing...

You typed out your message, awaiting her response as her typing bubble moves. Seconds pass, and you nearly wonder what kind of long paragraph she was typing.

But on the other side, Taylor was struggling trying to simply decide on an emoji.

But you don't miss me?! 🥺| ->

She deleted it. Then retyped. This time with a 😕 emoji. Then she changed it again to the original emoji, only to decide with none at all, sending off her message with a sigh.

And you don't miss me?!

I do, gosh! I just mean I won't see them...

Well, I'd bring them, but they're napping

Gotta let the kitties rest

As if they haven't been napping all day...

Being a cat is hard, don't blame them! 😞

Okay, okay. When are you coming over??

Innn....5 minutes, I'm already in the car

What? You weren't even waiting for me to

let you come over were you?!

Nope! You'll let me either way ☺️

Is that a threat?

See you! 🩷

You shook your head at her completely obvious way of ignoring your question, and you put down your phone with a smile, unable to tear your eyes away from the heart she sent for just a second.

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The doorbell rang, and just like the first time you saw her after her long week of work, she stood there with a smile growing on her lips. Only this time, she didn't bring a backpack with a kitten inside. Her hand held a plastic bag instead.

"I got the ingredients!" she says excitedly, and you smiled back at her, stepping aside to let her in. "We're gonna bake!!" she pumps her hands up, moving in a small dance. You laughed, closing the door behind her.

"Chai cookie party, here we come." You joined in on her excitement, a small jump adding in your steps over to her. If she saw, she would have commented you were like a rabbit getting a bundle of edible flowers.

"Or chai cookie cozy time," Taylor suggests softly, smirking at you as she puts down the plastic bag on the kitchen counter.

You peeked in the bag, then helped her get all the ingredients out, putting them rightfully in their own spots, all ready to be put together.

She looked through the drawers, trying to find your mixer as you grabbed a bowl. "Wheres your mixer?" she questions, looking at your cabinets all lost when you went to look at her.

"Should be in the top cabinet...I don't know, search there." You shrugged gently, making sure your grip on the bowls were careful so they won't slip.

"Aha, found it," she murmurs, after picking some items out to soon spot the useful kitchen tool. She brings it out, moving everything back to their place.

"It was hiding behind a box of cereal, apparently." She waves the mixer in the air, gazing back at you curiously now, and you had to breathe out a laugh.

"I seriously don't know how it got there." You start to clean the bowl you got out since it was dusty, and you checied it was usable before bringing it to the counter.

Taylor shook her head gently, her lips a smile. She goes back to the main workplace of the kitchen, staring at everything thats been prepared with a hum escaping.

"Okay, now that we've got thaaat settled...we need some music to fully start this," she says, giving you a nudge with her shoulder. You had to blink, feeling your heart rate pick up.

"Or else its not a baking session!" She turns, grabbing her phone to set on the counter with a thump, opening it up to Spotify, oblivious as you shook yourself out of it.

She scrolled down to find the playlist she had that was ready for all your baking times together, which was filled with her songs, some country music, and simply some fun music you both always loved to dance to while being in the kitchen.

You 'ooh'd' at the sound of the guitar playing in the song, it being familiar. Taylor opened up the salted butter packaging, plopping the block down to the bowl you prepared.

"What a shame, didn't want to be the one that got away, yeah." Taylor nods her head gently to the rhythm, singing the starting lyrics as she flattened out the butter and beat it up with the mixer.

You smiled widely as soon as you recognized the song choice; it was one of the few songs Taylor had made, but this one was handed over to a band, and she did a few added vocals.

"I love this song!!" you comment, making Taylor turn her head instantly, beaming at your quick recognition.

"Hell yeah!" she cheered, grabbing the ingredients to put in with the now creamy butter, first the sugar and the powdered version, going in. You helped her crack an egg to carefully go down into the bowl.

Soon, after the vanilla extract was added with the vegetable oil, she turns on the mixer again, moving it gently so everything is evenly mixed in together to make a soft, sticky looking dough.

"You seriously need to release it," you murmured softly. Your hand used scissors to carefully cut the tea bag that contained the chai leaves, and she watches as you carefully hover it atop the mix before sprinkling it all in, soon emptying it.

"Technically its already released, you know," She shrugged, saying her words in thought, and grabbing the flour as she does. You placed the baking soda and a container of salt beside her.

"Yeah, but I need to hear your voice fully!! Your version of the song entirely," you urge her, moving to poke her shoulder gently. Taylor giggles, then gave a gentle tilt of her head to show that maybe she'll think about it.

"Maybe," she responds softly, mixing away all the ingredients once more as you threw away the empty chai packet and cleaned up the counter from any small flour dust, the music playing in the background.

Once the dough was all done, Taylor goes to store it into the fridge after wrapping it, then she set up a timer for about an hour. You smile softly at her, seeing her turn around.

She cleans up her hands on a nearby towel, humming along to the song as she double checks the recipe on her phone and plays the song from earlier, wanting to hear it again.

"...What was the icing again?" you question, trying to remember yourself, but it was blank in your mind, and her memory was clear as day.

She looks at you, putting down her phone gently. "...I mean, it changes like every day, but it should be...powdered sugar, some cinnamon...nutmeg, and eggnog," she explains softly, going towards the plastic bag from earlier, only finding it to be empty.

Her lips slowly started to purse. "I also just realized I forgot to grab the ingredients." She gently turns back around to face you, and you blinked at her words.

"Do you have eggnog?" she asks with a point, her face a slight grimace at her forgetfulness, and in hopes of your kitchen being in stock.

"I...don't know, but we can check." You went over to the fridge, opening it with that gentle swooshing sound and searching the contents with your eyes, ruling out the bowl you both had just made earlier.

"I mean, if you don't, we can use milk," she says softly from behind you, peeking in with her own eyes, and you had to make yourself focus when you felt her warm breath against your ear, her presence close at your back.

"Yeah, we might have to...doesn't that thing expire in less than a week anyway?" you said in thought. Then, you made the regretting choice of turning around, finding yourself meeting her face to face merely inches away, and you could have sworn you saw a tint of pink rise up her cheeks as she quickly leaned back, this time without any excuse of your imagination or the light.

"Pretty much," she murmurs softly, her eyes flicking, then she gently snatched the milk carton out from the side, moving by herself as she grabs everything else too.

You closed the fridge gently, unable to contain at least the smallest smile at how fast she seemed to distract herself, but you help her anyways.

Everything was dumped in a new bowl, and she uses a whisk this time, seeing as the frosting is easier to do, and is a liquid texture.

"Can you set the oven to like... 350°F?" she suggests softly. You nodded in response, walking over to it. As she turns back to the bowl, the music got overlayed with a gentle hum under her breath as she worked.

Big mistake,

You broke the sweetest promise that you should have never made.

"This is one super floppy spatula you have," she comments gently, trying to keep her hold on it properly, but her hands were also sweating and slipping from the grip material, making her giggle.

"It's like a kid's utensil. Do you have another one?" She turns to look over her shoulder, pausing her mixing. You stifled a laugh, but nod, opening your drawer.

You grabbed a better, sleek looking black one out, holding it up to your mouth with some space in between as a makeshift mic, an important part of the song coming up; the chorus. "I'm here on the kitchen floor. You call, but I won't hear it!"

She smiled widely, her hand reaching for the spatula, and she leaned into it to act with you. "You said no one else," she sung along, giving a shake of her head, adding on to the expression of the lyrics before turning back to the bowl.

You quickly steal away some of the icing with a clean finger, having wanted to taste it, but choosing to instead tap on her nose, which gave way for the icing to land there, making her mouth fall open as she blinks, feeling the coldness.

"How. Could. You. Do this, babe?!" she sang gently, pointing to you. You laugh loudly and full heartedly, hearing the way the song timed perfectly with the situation.

(What about your promises, promises?)

"You really blew this, babe!" you shrugged mindlessly to her, singing along and going to actually taste the icing this time, to which you gave a gentle hum to at the sweetness.

She rolls her eyes playfully with a hefty sigh in a dramatic act. "We ain't getting through this one, babe!" Her lips tightened, and she went to cross her arms. You had to hold in your laugh.

"This is the last time, I'll ever call you babe." She then waves you off, closing her eyes and turning away, sneakily sliding the bowl a little away from you. Her lips were turned down as if to make a declining gesture.

Soon, that familiar giggle erupts from her voice rather than the singing as the music continues, the acting falling down, and your heart couldn't help warm up as you join her.

Later on, you put away the icing to cool in the fridge with the dough, and then you both waited for the one hour to pass, dancing in the kitchen and making conversation here and there.

Once the timer goes off in sound from her phone, she grabs out the bowl of the chai cookie dough, putting it on the counter.

"It's cold," she murmurs, and you were about to respond with an obvious sentence, but then she put her hand on your arm, to which made you jump back with a surprised sound, her skin being cold to the bone. She giggles, unwrapping the clear wrap.

"You're unbelievable." You shook your head, going to prepare the tray and baking sheet that would go on top so the cookies would get off easier.

She took a spoon since she couldn’t find an ice cream scooper, and she took some of the dough with it. Afterwards, she balls it up carefully in her hand, making it smooth.

You watched the motions before following along, doing the same as her. Taylor put the dough down on the sheet, flattening it a little, but not completely.

Once they were all evenly put together, Taylor leans back with a proud smile on her lips. "Now, we bake. The fun part," she says, although you were sure the fun was the entire baking session anyway, you gazed as she gently opened the warm oven, putting the tray in to close the oven door after.

Both of you sat down at a chair nearby, but a little before that, Taylor was crouched down in front of the warm electronic, staring at the cookies like a child waiting eagerly. You couldn't help but think it was adorable, and had to instantly look away to your phone so it didn't seem like you were utterly gazing off at her when she turned her head, having stood up to lean against the counter beside you.

She set the timer up to about 9 minutes, waiting patiently.

It didn't take as long as freezing this time, and you both could see the cookie turn to a sweet golden color, to which, she brings them out after the timer went off.

You helped her turn it off since she already had her glove on ready so she could slide the tray out, setting it down on the counter.

The smell was crazy delicious. Not even a step forward, and it already went under your nose. You leaned towards it, reaching a hand out, but she lightly slaps it away. "Do you wanna burn your hand? It's hot. You need to let it cool down."

She saw your small pout, but holds back an amused smile, instead going back to the fridge to get the icing.

Both of you waited for the cookies to cool down completely, Taylor lightly touching it with her finger to test the temperature before giving a confirming nod.

You two got the icing on carefully, and the blonde sprinkled on a little cinnamon for some of the cookies, and leaving the others with just the icing.

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For the rest of the day, you both stayed in bed, enjoying the chai cookies and having a movie set up in front of you.

Aside from the warm orange coming from the fairy lights, the windows held a blinding sunlight, but the room was growing darker with the time of day.

At any point, you would guess you'd see the risings of a sunset painting the sky beautifully right through the glass, but for now, you stayed beside Taylor, watching the TV.

The chai cookies were nearly finished, and thankfully, none were terribly crumbled on to the bed, with both of you making sure to eat it under a plate or hand.

In some part of the movie, you end up giving way to a yawn, your mouth opening so much, you had to bring up your hand to cover it. Taylor notices in the corner of her eye, but smiled.

"Someone's getting sleepy..." she murmurs softly, leaning back to relax against the pillows. Her eyes were transfixed on the TV screen.

You blink away the fog that covered your eyes from the yawn, and swallow back the sudden saliva that came from it. "No...I can focus. Its just...body reflexes." She looks at you, and sees you wave her off.

As much as she wanted to resist a smile, she couldn't help the cheekiness of her lips raising, leaning closer to you. "Mhmm...sleepyhead..." she pokes your shoulder gently, the nickname spilling from her mouth easily.

You blushed, only hoping the room was dark enough that no light hit your cheeks to see. "Shut up..." you murmured, stiffening to your own pillow.

Taylor giggles softly. "Nope." She goes to plop another cookie into her mouth, biting off half of it carefully.

You were indeed getting sleepy. But you didn't want to admit it, and you certainly didn't want to leave this kind of moment with her.

Just you, her, sitting in the coziness of your bedroom. You were close together, and watching a comforting movie as the gentle gusts of wind from the fan brushed your skin.

You sighed softly, it barely making sound as you hesitantly leaned to her in bare inches. Not even, centimetres. A single, small movement.

Her eyes flickered just for a moment to you, and you almost thought you were dreaming and already asleep when she went to reach around your shoulders, wrapping her arm around you.

Your heart skips a beat when she especially pulled you closer to her side, and if both of you weren't entirely trying to be focused on the movie (which, you definitely weren't, and you were unsure if she actually was) you two would have been caught in an awkward position, and staring at each other not knowing what to do.

You tried to relax, adjusting yourself slightly, to then have to go forward so you could unfold the blankets, the coldness being far too much.

Either that, or you were trying to distract yourself and get a moment's break from her literal arm being around you, holding you close.

She smiles, grateful that you wanted the blankets, and got comfortable herself, needing some warmth. Once she settled back down after all the rustling of the covers, she leans into you.

You slowly took a deep breath in, glancing to her, but deciding to stare off at the film onscreen. The characters were moving, but honestly, could you even hear them? No.

You could feel the way her fingers felt against your shoulder, slender and warm, and her nails were cut perfectly. Possibly either from her guitar playing or from her liking things being elegant.

You had to blink yourself out of it, subconsciously leaning closer to her in the midst of your absolute daydreaming. Goodness. What were you thinking? Your best friend, and here you were? You wanted to slap yourself, since you hadn't thought of such things before.

Or, well, you thought so, but now you couldn't help but remember each time Taylor had gotten a boyfriend back in high school or some random guy would be commenting on her looks...you were practically basically grimacing even now, at the thought.

Taylor didn't notice. Not even the way her one singular strand of hair was just barely brushing your cheek. You were sure that you're about to die right here and now.

This was it. Everything was pushing you, fate, destiny, all of every being existing and your damn heart. You wanted to run away somewhere, but you couldn't just straight up leave this moment like nothing was wrong.

So, with a deep breath that filled your lungs and hopes of courage that certainly wasn't coming around other than just the moment pushing you, you let the breath go, and decided to speak, turning to look at Taylor.

Even the sight of her, actually turning fully to see her from the side now, it nearly made your air caught. But you catch yourself before you could have fainted off to the mattress.

You swallowed back the last of your fears, finally. "...Hey, Tay?" You speak up softly to catch her attention. Taylor hums, looking up at you with a gentle face.

Her full attention is on you once she turned, moving her focus from the movie, and you almost forgot the five words you were about to say with the way she looked at you.

She waited patiently as you were snapping the pieces in your head back together. "...Do friends...cuddle...like this?" you whisper, the slight shakiness evident in your voice. Now you felt stupid. The calm and soft expression on her face faltered, almost showing, maybe, shock, you thought.

"I mean...well...if they're-- uh, really close...um...maybe..." she says, her words half fast and half paced, her eyes blinking as she tries to give you a genuine smile. She was sure it only made her nervous. And you were trying to make sure you weren't delusional.

"Tay." Your voice whispered, so casually, that familiar nickname you always called her rather than her full first name, and her heart was going crazy the same as yours.

"Mmhm?" she hums softly, turning her head to look back at the screen. You reach out to her shoulder, lightly pulling her back. Your body thought before your mind-- yes, your brain was going crazy over the boldness.

"...What if...I...um, told you I liked you?" You nervously spewed out, your every nerve setting itself on fire the second the words slipped by

She pursed her lips, trying to raise them up, basically throwing herself in a pit with her words. "As...the best of your friends?" She whispers with a soft giggle, and the sound makes you have butterflies in your stomach, but the way she misunderstands had you panicking a bit. Or more like feeling the world will collapse. Maybe she wanted confirmation you weren't joking. Nope. Yes? Oh, you were tired of yourself.

"No, no, I mean-- like, I...well, um-- more than that...I...love you." You manage to spew out the sentence. Taylor blinks, her head possibly just registering what she had heard. Very, very slowly, or not at all.

She breathed out an "Oh," in surprise, with no other words leaving her mouth. The shock made her mind run blank, and you fidgeted with your fingers as you waited. The way she just stopped working was adorable. She wouldn't normally be like this, even with her past lovers, and it was always you who was to do such a thing— going blank. But now you were trying to decide if it was adorable, or if she was trying to figure out a response that won't hurt you if she didn't feel the same.

"I-- well..." The pieces in her head fits perfectly soon enough, although her brain was malfunctioning, and when she gets something fully, she laughs softly once more, her nose scrunching up adorably. You were desperately trying to tell if she was laughing at you or at herself for having such a reaction. The both of you were dying on the inside from the situation.

She stared at you just for a moment, then leaned in entirely, letting her lips meet yours like a sudden warmth of the sun through moving clouds.

You gasped in a breath that she only took in to her own lungs, both her arms wrapping further around you to pull you closer. Now, you could happily pass out.

"I like you, too," her voice whispers in the quiet room, the movie long forgotten, and the characters with the plot onscreen entirely thrown away as your minds got replaced with just each other.

You blushed, then leaned more into her, this time, able to give yourself permission to bury yourself into her chest, and a laugh rumbles from her. You could feel it. For once, you weren't just hearing it, but physically feeling her laugh.

Her hands splayed on your back, her hold on you tightening as her mind wanders all about everything.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that..." she murmurs beside your head, hesitantly, wanting to move to lean into your hair, and she just barely did.

"You...I-- you wanted to...?" you whispered, looking up at her vulnerably. "Why didn't you...?" Your tone wasn't judging, but simply curious and in realization. You were so close, she felt your breath against her skin.

"I...was scared. I thought...well-- I just...couldn't push us past just...friends." She breathed, leaning in closer. Your noses brushed before you felt the way she gave a gentle nuzzle, and your heart was melting.

"Me too," you whispered back to her in response, and your arms also embraced her body the same as hers did yours.

She huffs out a soft chuckle, closing her eyes. "But now...we don't have to," you heard her say. All that you wanted to do was collapse in her arms, and you could.

When she opens her eyes, the shine of her blue iris met your pupils, a smile upon her lips. "It's just us." Her head tilted with her voiced out words, and you gave a gentle nod.

"I love you," you said again, needing to feel it all over once more, and able to say it freely. She leans in closer, slowly meeting your lips in a kiss— this time paced, so you can have time, and you met her halfway.

"I love you, too," she whispers back, through the hum of the wind, and this was everything you ever needed.

"You wanna know a secret?" she adds softly, her lips brushing against yours. You almost felt feverish at the contact.

"Which one?" you asked, knowing there was many secrets to unlace. She smiles, her hand going down your arms.

"You were my album," she breathed out softly in confession herself.

"...What?"

She feels like home.

end of chapter 4 and this short series!<3

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anamoon63 · 1 year ago

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Hi guys, I am writing this in case anyone wonders why I have been kind of MIA lately. No, I haven't forgotten you, but I have had a difficult week, more than a difficult week, I have been through a real ordeal. Where or how it started it's a long story which I don't have the time or the energy to tell, so I'll just share a brief chronology of what happened during this past week.

Friday May 3 - I turned in my finished work and set out to do my sims posts, play and rest for the weekend since more work would be coming my way on Monday.

Saturday May 4 - My husband came down with the flu, I spent most of the day with him in the emergency room.

Sunday May 5 - I spent it taking care of my husband, who fortunately no longer had a fever. I barely slept two hours at night giving care and medication.

Monday 6 May - My birthday, we couldn't go out for dinner as usual, so we celebrated at home.

Tuesday, May 7 - My son comes down with the flu, too, another afternoon in the ER and sleepless night caring for him and bringing down his fever.

Wednesday, May 8 - My son starts to feel better, and begins to recover very quickly. I start working on the following translations, at the same time I take care of both my husband and my sick son, do food, laundry, order home medicines, and all kinds of small chores, including disinfecting things. It's like going back to 2020.

Thursday, May 9 - My husband no longer has a fever but does have a cough that won't go away and minor problems with his asthma.

Friday, May 10 - Mother's Day, my son was feeling fine, my husband still had a cough, and had a doctor's appointment at noon, when he returned, we celebrated at home just like on my birthday, I spent the rest of the day working, and juggling a thousand other things. In the evening my daughter started to feel sick, but still no fever.

Saturday, May 11 (yesterday) - My daughter woke up with a fever, another visit to the ER. She was prescribed flu medicine, painkillers and rest, and sent home.

And that's my odyssey so far. On top of it all, from Wednesday through Saturday we were in the middle of a heat wave with temperatures of 37ºC with real feel of up to 45ºC; at night we get a "cooler" temperature of 29ºC. So imagine a person with a fever of 38 ºC and with this heat, obviously it's not of much help.

Surprisingly, I haven't gotten sick so far, but I'm not claiming victory. I have been taking care of my family for a week, sleeping two or three hours a night, getting up at different times to check on them, or give them medicine. I don't have time for getting sick! Lol. Thankfully, everyone is better and last night for the first time in a week I was able to sleep straight through. Honestly, I don't need many hours of sleep, but I am routinely and usually I am in bed a 11 pm and up at 8 am every day, so all this did upset my sleep cycle a little bit.

Anyway, that is the reason why I wasn't here much, since the whole day I was too busy, and at night I was so tired all I wanted was to go to bed. I apologize if I've fallen behind on your updates, I'm not ignoring you in any way, I just didn't have the strength or the time, not even to play The Sims. If I did, it was just a little free play to distract myself.

Last week I told you that I was juggling a lot of things, well now I have even more things, lol, at times I feel really exhausted, and even a little cranky from lack of sleep, the first few days my feet and legs hurt so much from going back and forth, but I'm fine, healthy, and in good spirits. Today I believe, as never before, that the universe does not send you more than you can handle.

At this point my family is already in recovery, if I don't get sick too, it's likely by I'll be able to get back to my simming routine. Now, if I do get sick, I hope to recover as quickly as the others. Whatever happens, I'll be around. Know that, even if I don't comment, I read you, and I am with you, especially with those who are going through difficult times of any kind.

Ok, I said to myself this was going to be a short post, but I made a wall of text instead (for a change). My apologies if it's written in a sloppy or confusing way, I just wanted to write it quickly to let you know where I have been and what has been going on with me these days. I hope you are all well, please take care of yourselves, health is a treasure that can be lost at any moment, the flu is a nasty disease, we must never let our guard down and forget to take the necessary measures to prevent it.

Last, but not least, I want to thank all of you who have mentioned me, tagged me, sent me asks and/or stars to my inbox, commented and/or liked what few posts I could do these days, I appreciate it very much and I'll try to reply to you as soon as I can, though I've fallen so far behind that I don't know if I'll be able to find your mentions in my notifications. In any case, thank you very, very much to all of you for thinking about me in my absence. 💗 I'll see you soon, hopefully, with more sim adventures, stay tuned!

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kanmom51 · 2 years ago

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Hi. I know you've talked a lot about the jikook number theory, and I MAY have found something? Emphasis on the MAY because I was bored and my delulu mind became active for a little while(sorry, not sorry🙇‍♀️).

Anyway, I stumbled onto a k-army's post on twt, according to which, one of the posts made by JM on June 15th at 23:23 about waiting for 2 more hours, meaning the 16th, means it would be 1108 since still with you was released(5th June,2023).

Now, as I said I was bored and it was past midnight here so I checked and it wasn't 1108 days since SWY. 1108 days from that date would me 18th of June, 2023, the day JK posted two selcas on weverse.

But I did find a couple of coincidences and I maybe totally out of my mind, but hear me out for a sec!

1. JM's post on the 15th was at 23:23 KST. It contained something about waiting for just 2 more hours. Which would mean 1:23 KST. (Reference to the infamous 123 jikook theory)

2. JK's selcas on the 18th of June marks 1108 days since still with you and it was posted at 11:39 KST. The numbers are a combination of various things. 11, their speculated anniversary month, 13 JM's birthday and both of their fav number and even JK's birthday can be found.

Was I so bored that I just overanalysed it? Was it all just a coincidence?

I'd honestly love to know your thoughts as well!

Ok, @beardedcolorduck so let's see where we are with this.

JK's Weverse post was posted 18 June 2023 11:39 am KST or 17 June 2023 7:39 pm or 19:39 LA time.

Still with you was released on 4 June 2020 or on June 5 2020.

See, there is a question mark regarding the date of release, or more like difference I am assuming that arises from the difference in time zones.

In any case I can't explain this:

When I share this link the date that shows is 4 June 2020.

When I go into the link the date that shows is 5 June 2020.

I can't explain it, maybe you guys know why (seeing that both of them are me writing from the same IP address in Australia).

Anyway, I digress.

If we count the days from 4 June 2020 to 17 June 2023 or from 5 June 2020 to 18 June 2023 (see, I'm assuming that the differences are due to the time zones) we get this:

Huh.

It works.

Interesting indeed.

Another coincidence do you think?

So yeah, not JM's post, but JK's post the one landing 1108 days after Still with you.

As for the numbers working otherwise, let's see what we can get.

If we look at the date alone as 17.6.23 we get 1+7=8 and 6+2+3=11

8/11

7:39 gives us 7+3+9=19

1/9

The next one is a bit far fetched I think, but then, again, I'm not taking this all too seriously (just to clarify - there are numbers that I do, this specific calculation I don't).

With the 19:39 we ate the 1+9=10 and we have the 3+9=12 bring that down to a one digit which will be 1+3=3

10+3=13

Now to your first insight.

JM's 23:23 post telling us to wait another 2 hours. I have to tell you that on the day that one puzzled me. I thought maybe something was coming, an announcement maybe. And when that didn't come I was baffled as to what was JM telling us. Was he waiting a couple of hours for JK to wake up? But then why mention it? JM is very precise as to what he mentions. Super calculated. There is always meaning behind it, even if we don't understand what that meaning is.

His 23:23 comment: Let's hold on for 2 hours. Just 2 hours.

Very specific, and repeating the 2 hours.

What you are suggesting is very interesting, you know?

23:23 plus 2 hours will bring us to 01:23, which is definitely giving us the 123.

The whole thing with the 123 theory is that we think we know where it originated (might have meant something to them way before but that's the first time it's mentioned) - Festa 2014 JM's profile Just one day MV at 1:23 min. represents him best. JK was by his side while filling out that profile. Since then we have had song recommendations ending at 1:23 min., posts timed at 12:30 or 1:23 am, posts on January 23rd etc. We know there is very possibly something going on with that sequence of numbers, but what it is exactly or more so, what it means to them exactly, we don't know.

Anyway, 123 is a very interesting result, and I definitley wouldn't put it past JM that this is what he was aiming for.

Another path with the numbers is:

1:23 16.6

We have the 1 from the time.

If we take the 2+3+1+6+6=18

1+8=9

You end up with:

1/9

Or the simpler path:

1:23 is just that: 123

And the date: 16.6 which easily is 1+6+6=13

123 and 13

I'm sure there is something I'm missing. Him repeating the 2 hours twice kind of makes me think maybe he was aiming for 3:23 am, but I can't seem to get the math mathing. Or maybe it is? Not sure how legitimate this one is with Karmy, but I'll put it out there anyway:

3:23 16.6.2023

6+2+3=11

1+6+2+2+3+3=17

1+7=8

11/8

Like I said, no idea if this is legitimate mathing, but it's fun and the numbers work.

End of the day, I have zero idea what JM was aiming for. All I am sure of is that he doesn't waste words with his posts, and he was clearly hinting to something.

#Jungkook #JK #JK Weverse #Jimin #JM #JM Weverse #Jikook #Kookmin #Minkook #Jikook numbers #Jikook 123 #Jikook 11/8

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bayleaf-2 · 2 years ago

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Drew some art of the progression of Lyra's feelings about Ioun

But it's like 11 PM and I should sleep so I'm gonna post the art and make barebones captions/context, go to bed, and might just remake the post if i wake up, look at it, and go "voci. voci...voci thats not enough buddy"

With that in mind!

This is when Ioun apologized to Lyra after they were resurrected (they died in the Zehir fight) and (in my mind) the start of Lyra having. A closer relationship with her, or seeing her as more than just. (Because we legally cannot call Ioun our boss) the person in charge, hense why it's labeled "beginning." Their thoughts in that moment are general feelings of appreciation, surprise, and relief. Debated putting warmth in there as well. Probably too soon. Maybe. Idk!

Transcript: Lyra's dialogue reads "Tough!" which is what they said to the goddess of prosperity trying to offer them deals. Description reads "Loyalty to Ioun after she apologized."

Ioun apologizing combined with Emily inviting Lyra to stay with her once all of this was over (AUUUUUUUGH) pulled Lyra out of their mortality crisis, hence the design change! They're wearing old (aka Elion's) earrings and actually put effort into styling their hair :)

Transcript of the bottom one: Nerd <3 "I love her" (Connotation: I just think Ioun's neat :) ) "I need to apologize to her if we fail"

Nerd refers to this being the time where Lyra starts researching and interacting with the library. "I just think she's neat" is a reference to that one Marge meme. Point being the "I love her" is a casual declaration with no deeper feelings attached. "I need to apologize to her if we fail" is referencing this:

Now a disclaimer on that: I wrote that months ago and while the og idea still holds in that I was planning on doing it, I would absolutely tweak the wording now. Also that's from my writing server so the wording is mostly for me. in terms of what "today" and "everyone else didnt follow orders" means I think that was the Tiamat fight? Timing indicates it's Tiamat. I do not know what "orders" past Voci is referencing. It might be the deals thing. ANYWAY!!

General summary for that point: Closer but still not quite friends. That being said Lyra's more cheery around Ioun and seeking out talking to her just cause.

Transcript: Lyra thinking to themself "God I love her she's so cool" Description reads "Whale convo, which is almost directly post Vecna" (So Lyra is thinking that as Ioun's talking to them) and then the bottom one starts with "After Ioun leaves and they're just thinking" Lyra's thought reads "...Oh." with the description "Means [I love her] in a different way than before"

Squish! :) Congrats lil guy! You love her and now you gotta hide your feelings so you don't pressure her because that'd be really fucked up of you! Yeah that includes your thoughts! Good luck suppressing those! (HE FAILS. HE SLIPS UP SO MUCH I'M DYING TO TAKE PROPER NOTES ABOUT THAT SHIT YOU HAVE NO IDEA)

"Voci why is the 4th heart in the scale grey instead of black in the top one" Uhhh I'm not sure. I think it has to do with Lyra not really knowing what their feelings are?? Like it's vague and then once they're actually reflecting on it, they realize it's something more than just thinking Ioun's neat. Btw it's not clear in this shitty photo but Lyra is blushing.

Transcript: Ioun saying "I do care, by the way." Lyra verbally keysmashing in response, which is cut off by the tiny tiny page. Description reads "right after the trial".

We had a trial where Emily was trying to make a case about the wording of the curse so we wouldn't have to kill her and only temporarily banish her (and Ioun. And possibly the Raven Queen. And anyone else who ascended) outside of reality. It was a really formal court though so everyone was in like. Proper boring formal wear and Lyra went the safe route of going in a suit yes I know that collar looks scribbly I was drawing in front of a campfire okay

I??? This is hard to describe, but by this point, Lyra's feelings are deeper, like they weren't...flustered by Ioun before, at least not to the same extent, and now they are, if that makes sense. I hesitate to say their feelings got? Deeper or more intense, because the timing makes this extremely fucky. And also feels like I'm in the danger zone in terms of possibly using aphobic wording. So I'm just gonna hold off for now.

And there's another art I drew of. The dream conversation where Ioun and Lyra ended up holding hands for an enTIRE FUCKING HOUR but it wasn't finished and I think? That moment kind of speaks for itself? So I'll just. Leave that there and sleep now gn <3

Again apologies if huge chunks of this don't make sense this is one of those moments where the hyperfixation is just Taking the God Damn Reins and I Have To Show People This

#sometimes I look at my own posts and i go 'you are a fucking madman' (affectionate)#this is one of those moments #it is 11 40 pm and i am ffferal #haha its 11 52 now motherfuckre #hahaeuhfkjhfdjshdskslasdcmsm #cee codes #<- because I did this as part of the. Coding project for both the relationship tab and the Adventure Log tab #Also not sure if its clear but Lyra having a slightly different hairstyle in the 'Tough!' panel than the rest of the ones after it #*is* intentional #uhhhh BED. bedtime. bedtime for me (is probably going to keep writing anyway)#holy shit this plant grew a mouth #c: dnd related #lyra #OH GOD. SEHANINE. THE SHIP CRASH #YEAH THAT #I SHOULD. FUCKING. UH. MAKE A NOTE OF HOW *THAT* AFFECTS THINGS #HM #BED. BED FOR ME. GODS.

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theemeraldforestafterdark · 4 months ago

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I'm in two minds. I think I bailed from socials around this time for the past... 3 or 4 years. I just know there will be a barrage of triggers, and they're going to be remorseless this time around. But at the same time, I like seeing my mutuals and their posts. It does feel a bit like turning my back on people, which I don't like the feeling of.

Maybe I'll not plan anything. Just if and when. And if I do get badly triggered like that one last week, I'll log out and stay away. I wrote a sequel scene to that which is pinned on the hideout chair currently. It's set on solstice night (although the last little bit needs a rewrite). And I've got an idea for a third part, set on New Year's Eve. Although, I'm purposely not going to set that scene at any later than 10/11 pm. Just thinking about the 12 midnight year change moment is making me anxious... Then there will be a fourth and final part of the chair quadrilogy, where the Hideout returns. But I don't know if I want that, because this whole thing came about from badly wanting change in my life. And sure it was just a URL change and a shake up of the general emerald narrative, but you can see the psychology behind it. Anyway, I will post that second one on the solstice night, regardless.

#afterdarktext #thoughts

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2dkapsddr · 1 year ago

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December 9th, 2023 - WACCA Reverse, FN Festival

🚨🚨🚨 NEW PHONE ALERT 🚨 NEW PHONE ALERT 🚨🚨🚨

THAT'S RIGHT BITCHESSSS!!! I'VE FINALLY GOT A NEW PHONE AFTER 3 YEARS OF THIS S20 FE!!!!! and after EXTREMELY careful consideration over the past 2 months (+ saving up for it too www), i settled on and took home... the 15 PROMAX!!!! it was an extremely tough choice between the max and unmaxed: the former would give my thumbs more flexibility on arcaea, but the latter was just... better (at least in terms of battery and screen size and camera and whatever fgsdfsds)

What does this mean for all my scores? Well, it means that every single one of them (save for Takumi and other games where I'll use Guided Access) will have this annoying little bar at the bottom of the screen shouting "HEY EVERYONE I'M IN THE APPLE CLUB NOW"

But for real? It means my scores are gonna be BETTER, MORE CONSISTENT, MORE FREQUENT, INPUT DROPLESS, FREEEDOOOOOOOOM!!! But since I still need to install stuff and transfer all my files, all I can do with it right now is take pictures and use it to text. So I did half of that with this post coming out of work and going straight to round 1: with some WACCA SCORESSSS

IMASUUGU KOWASHIITE KONNA SEKAI DE WA MADAMAADAAA TARINAI KARAAA AAAAAAAA (sorry they're all in 4:3, still didn't know how to preserve camera aspect ratio when opening and closing the camera app)

but despite the massive wall of text, it's not over yet... for a new rhythm game finally released to take the world by storm (unfortunately)...! it's... ROCK BAND 5!!!! (fortnite festival (eugh))

wasn't sure how this'd play out since i missed the eminem concert event that had a gameplay sneak peak, but i went into it at 11 PM after finishing work and getting home safely, and YOOOO IT'S EXACTLY LIKE ROCK BAND 5!!!! only without the controllers and stuff but they're already adding support for it

anyways WHO CARES I'M TIRED OF WRITING!!! CHECK OUT MY FIRST AND COOL SICK WORLD RECORD SCORES FROM THE MODE

#2dkaps 2023 #2dkaps wacca #2dkaps festival #2dkaps wacca reverse

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thelastadventureblog · 2 years ago

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*Note: this was meant to be posted one year ago during my trip to Chicago, but then life happened, I guess. I'll try to catch up over the next few days.*

Chapter 6: The Brown Line

Tuesday, August 16th 2022

10:26 AM

I have managed to loop the block trying to walk to a sandwich shop, turning right out of Union Station when I should have hanged a left. It seemed that everyone along the sidewalk was very sharply dressed in business attire. I will have to assimilate later. I wasn't able to change into something fresh with my clothes stowed in the baggage car on the trip up here.

10:32 AM

I'm sitting in a Potbelly sandwich shop, eating an Italian Sandwich with hot sport peppers and pickles. This is quite a tasty sandwich, and much better than anything on the train anyway. I will consider coming back here another time.

After finishing my meal, I walk up to the cashier and ask about the restroom. He tells me the restrooms are out of order. That won't do, so I leave on a new quest. I'll try to take one of the trains to my next location. There's the red line, the brown line, and the blue line. Maybe more, but I didn't take a close enough look on Google maps.

11:07 AM

Somehow, I have gotten myself lost. I guess that's what I get for not planning every aspect of this trip. I still need to use the restroom at this point. While I could have just gone back inside Union Station, by this point I had already made it to the Underground. Waiting outside the stairs to the blue line was a bus, idling patiently. No surprise to myself, the Underground Theme from Mario Bros plays in my head. What's going to be down there waiting for me? Will there be rats? Thieves? Generally mean people? Goombas? Turns out it's nobody. Not even someone to tell me what to do.

I figured to slap my phone against the reader on the turnstile to pay the fee. I hear a click, and move forward, lifting my suitcase up and over the steel bars of the now locked turnstile. Facing me now is a gate with a revolving door. I pull my luggage through, but the corner of the luggage gets stuck in the door, and now someone is behind me looking very disappointed and annoyed. Pushing back and then forward frees my duffle bag and bulky green suitcase, and I step through. I apologize, but he rolls his eyes at me. Hard! Oh he meant that!

There are only two directions to go, so I walk right and head up the stairs, ending up in front of the same idling bus from a few minutes ago. Well, that was pointless! Consider that fare a $5 a tip, Chicago.

11:30 AM

Frustrated and too embarrassed to take the steps back down to the Underground, I take a different approach. I take a good, hard look at my Google maps app and walk in the direction it tells me to. However, it's not too long before the weight of my bag and suitcase becomes unbearable. I sit on a garden wall near a styrofoam plate of half eaten food and order an Uber. My stomach growls and I am stricken with panic. I will have to squeeze.

11:45

Although the app didn't have a good lock on my location, my driver found me. Venancio, My Uber driver, listens to me talk about my struggle with the revolving door. I doubt he understood my ramblings--very few do-- but he did get me to the Medieval Torture Museum, so I tip him well.

Sweating profusely at this point, I buy a ticket and leave my luggage with the clerk. This was a self-guided tour, so first thing I did was guide myself just past the brazen bull to the restrooms. Some sort of device used to constrain male genitalia let me know I was in the correct room.

Ah, sweet relief! After doing my business, I kill some time looking at the bloodied dummy corpses and twisted iron instruments used for torture. I can't believe humans are this sick. It truly takes a disturbed individual to come up with these kinds of things. Many of the devices and methods I saw where implemented in the name of religion.

3:24 PM

After grabbing coffee and a donut, I consider taking the brown line to the hostel I booked. However, dreading the underground, I decide to take a bus instead. Feeling bedraggled by my burdensome luggage, I decide to find the 151. "Excuse my sir, can you--", I hear to my right as I pass a woman in her early 20's. I take a sneaky look back at her. My time in New Orleans has prepared me for people on the street asking for change or trying to lure me into an alley. Which is to say, I move with purpose and avoid eye contact. It doesn't feel very good to do, but it does save me some time and helps ensure my safety in some situations.

A bus ride, and another walk later, I step inside the Chicago Getaway Hostel. Friendly faces greet me from behind the large white desk. The two gentlemen take a deposit from me, tell me about the continental breakfast, the common kitchen, and the lounge. In the lounge there are several tables and long sofas for sitting, a pool table, a foosball table, and den with a TV. Attached on the opposite end of the lounge is the kitchen. Guests are allowed to cook in the kitchen before Midnight.

I take the keycard from one of them and ride the elevator up to the third floor where my room is. There is plenty of space for one person, and the room is modestly decorated with a minimalist but mature approach. I like it. There is a red racing stripe along windowed wall, and stencils of cassette tapes on the wall nearest the bunk bed that I have all to myself.

3:30 PM

I'm in the bathroom now. I brought with me a change of clothes, my toiletries, and a fresh towel. Upon my disrobing, I notice, to my horror, a thin brown stripe running down the crack of my white shorts. Oh my god! How long had I been walking around like this? Had people been staring at me and I hadn't noticed? Standing nude, I bring the shorts up to my face to sniff them. I wince as I brace for the worst, but all I can smell is dirt and the light musty odor of having sat in a train for 16 hours. Were they like this on the train? How many of my 5 hours of walking around downtown chicago did I have a brown stain on my shorts? I washed them off in the sink. Whatever if was, it came out very easily. Crisis averted? Maybe nobody noticed. At the very least, nobody would remember me.

#amtrak #travel blog #travel blogging #solotravel #the last adventurer #america runs on dunkin #chicago #torture museum #what the fuck

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thatonecoryosimp · 3 years ago

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And They Were Roommates, Your Honor Trapped in A New World. Part 2

Hello, my darlings! I hope you're doing well. I'm starting this at 3 in the morning on the day I'm supposed to post this! Yay! I am going to start grammar checking, though. Since I've never bothered to go back and edit the things I wrote, reading my writing feels like a chore. Also, my pride converse are arriving today and I'm very excited. (They got here lmao.)

I can't believe I just finished this :( (It's currently 11:45 Pm.)

Series Masterlist

7/6/2022

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The two men gave me a funny look before glancing back at Dream.

“What happened to your clothes?” I immediately noticed the thick British accent the voice held. I looked at him. Blue shirt. Deep brown hair. Weird white glasses.

“She fell in a river,” Dream answered before I could. I shot him a glare.

“I can answer for myself, thank you.”

The other man on the couch snorted, “Yeah, Dream, let the lady talk.” Black hair. White headband. Flame shirt. He pushed himself off the couch and sauntered over to me. He flashed a stunning smile and reached for my hand and pressed a kiss to the back of it. “I’m Sapnap. It’s lovely to make your acquaintance.”

I chuckled softly, pulling back and pretending to courtesy. I told him my name and that it was lovely to meet him. I heard footsteps to my side and glanced over. The man in the blue shirt was standing next to me with a boyish grin.

“I’m guessing you’re George?”

“Yeah, I am. I’m happy to have you. I’ve been stuck with these idiots alone for God knows how long.”

Sapnap huffed and Dream let out an annoyed “Hey!” While George started laughing.

I started looking around the small room and noticed a few beds in the corner, there was a small space between each of them so they weren’t directly touching. George followed my gaze and then looked back at me.

“We have some extra wool so we can make you a bed, too,” George said as he walked over to a wood block with a grid on it.

“Yeah, that way you won’t have to sleep with one of us or on the uncomfortable couch,” Dream added as he walked over to a chest and started rummaging around.

“I mean I wouldn’t mind you sleeping with me,” Sapnap said with a grin as he leaned a bit closer.

“Sapnap! You’re gonna scare her off!” George huffed.

I couldn’t help but laugh at their dynamic as I strolled over to George.

“What’s this?” I questioned as I sat my hands on the wood.

“It’s a crafting table. You can make things with it if you have the right materials.”

I watched as he set some white wool across the middle and then wood along the bottom. After a moment, a fully-fledged bed appeared. Geroge picked it up and walked over to the other three beds. He placed it on the ground and it grew to a size comparable to the others.

“Has anyone questioned the logistics of how that actually works? "I asked.

“We have,” Sapnap started, “but none of us have really figured it out yet. Don’t think we’re gonna be able to anyway.”

I nodded. Dream walked past me and looked out the window.

“It’s starting to get dark already,” he said in a matter-of-fact tone. He looked over at me, “For the next couple days we’re gonna be teaching you the basics. Okay?”

“I mean, sounds good to me,” I answered with a shrug.

Dream pushed his arms over his head and sighed.

“I’d say it’s best to get an early night’s rest so we can make the best out of tomorrow.”

“I agree," George said with a hum as he walked over to the bed in the corner. He pulled off his glasses and sat them on a small wooden surface before falling back on the sheets.

Sapnap glanced around for a second.

“I’ll get the food ready tonight.”

Dream quickly jumped in.

“Nope, I’ll make dinner. You’re not starting a fire again.”

“It was an accident!” Sapnap called but Dream just brushed by him.

Sapnap let out an annoyed groan before tumbling into the middle bed in an unceremonious flurry of movement.

Geroge and I laughed as he ended up tangled in the sheets and fell out onto the floor.

“It’s not funny!”

But neither of us listened as we just continued laughing.

“Alright, children.” Dream huffed as he walked over with two plates in his hand before handing them to Sapnap and George, “here’s your dinner.”

“Thanks dad!” Sapnap called. I heard Dream sigh and shake his head before speed walking back to the furnace. He brought two more plates and handed one to me before plopping on the bed closest to mine.

Dinner was pretty silent after that. I could hear George and Sapnap bickering about something but I wasn’t really sure what it was about.

Dream was completely lost to the world as he scribbled something down in a small book, occasionally taking bites of his food.

I was left pondering to myself about how I had even gotten to this place as I chomped on the bread Dream had prepared.

I felt a tap on my shoulder.

“Here,” Dream handed me a piece of paper I’m guessing he ripped out of his book, “It’s a list of the things we’re going to teach you.”

I looked down at the piece of parchment.

“Tomorrow: Wood Chopping with Dream. Fishing with Sapnap. Crafting with George.

Day after: Hunting with Dream. Mining with Sapnap. Construction with George.

Next day: Swordsmanship with Dream. Archery with Sapnap. Knife throwing with George.

Last day: Farming with Dream.”

“That’s a lot to learn,” I mumbled. I heard Dream chuckle.

“You’ll figure it out, you’ve got some amazing teachers, after all.” his tone was cocky and playful and it made me smile.

“Last I checked two of my teachers couldn’t even get along.”

“We heard that!” They both called in unison and I started laughing, falling back on the bed.

I turned to Dream after a second.

“What should I do with my plate?”

“I’ve got it, don’t worry,” he replied as he stood up and took both our plates to a small counter and sat them down.

“Why don’t you offer to take our plates?” Sapnap pouted.

“Because we aren’t pretty girls,” George answered.

“You sayin’ I ain’t pretty?”

“Yes. And I’m also saying you’re not a girl.”

“I can be whatever I want to be.”

“Anything but pretty.”

“Will you two shut it?” Dream finally snapped as he laid back down. “I want to sleep peacefully tonight.”

That was the end of it. I was genuinely surprised that they stopped talking that quickly.

George and Sapnap put up their plates before laying down and getting ready to sleep.

I sunk under the covers and closed my eyes.

“I can’t wait till we finish the bedrooms,” Sapnap mumbled.

I heard George let out a little hum of agreeance before the room went silent.

I tucked my arm under my pillow and yawned. I closed my eyes and soon found myself slipping into unconsciousness.

I’m just glad that my clothes dried within the first hour of being out of the river.

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Hello, my darlings! I'm on time. (Maybe a tad late, but still on time!) I promise I'm gonna get better at updating later in the day. (In my time zone).

Stay safe, and drink water.

Love you,

~Jules <3

Next Part >

#dream x reader #x reader #series #mcyt x reader #dreamwastaken #dreeamwastaken x reader #eventual smut #fluff #dsmp x reader

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