#also to add on to my random thoughts I had the random thought yesterday that I could probably program a rudimentary version of wordle in c

[holydramon]

how do you stop having new project ideas ughhh

[wonryllis]

somewhere in northern italy | 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗇.

synopsis. park sunghoon hates oranges, he always has. the tangy citrusy tingles he's so not fond of it. he also hates you, the living embodiment of an orange: cheery, full of life, and well, round. why should he be bothered by it though? all he has to do is work hard to get into his dream university. but the thing is, he really needs a specific recommendation letter for it. something which he can only get from your father. and hypothetically speaking, he can't just ask for it, so he does you 'a favor for a favor'; he fake dates you on your trip home for summer break and surprise surprise your family owns the biggest orange farm in the country.

or where, sunghoon falls for the one thing he has hated all his life.

word count. 1.6k (teaser) full fic: est 10k-15k? maybe more?

meet the cast. park sunghoon who has an obsession of taking photos with fem!reader who loves being photographed.

genre. fake dating AUUUU!!!! ANDDD enemies to lovers!!!(for hoon), frenemies to lovers(for you), fluff, crackkkk, nsfw, suggestive, sunghoon getting cockblocked all the damn time, set in lombardy, northern italy. popular x unpopular but it's mildly mentioned. sunghoon thinks you are a spoiled brat, a very very studious and upright sunghoon. oh and did you know? orange, orange and orange (sunghoons nightmare) rich girlie and old money reader, sunghoon is gobsmacked at reader's house, parents..(do i really need to add?) and the orange farm.

warnings. allusions as to reader being daddy's princess and being sheltered and hoon struggling every day with oranges and painting a good image of himself to get that letter. nsfw warnings will be added in the full fic. (also no it's not a chubby reader)

RELEASE DATE. TBD

written so far. 15%

author's note﹙ ⌕. ﹚ had this random ass idea while having orange juice yesterday ksjksj. taglist is open for this as well as the permanent one, just let me know and i'll add you asap! not sure if this' good enough kindly bear with me. PLS DONT LET THIS FLOP I REALLY LOVE THIS BABY ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ

꒰⠀ N O W P L A Y I N G. ⠀꒱ cruel summer by taylor swift, one kiss by calvin harris & dua lipa, karma by taylor swift, me by taylor swift, call it what you want by taylor swift, blinding lights by the weekend, fireworks by katy perry

"you wanna go down to the lake?" sunghoon looks up to find you at the door, more like peeping in from outside. his hands stopping mid-air with his spongebob boxers in hand, in the middle of unpacking what was left of his luggage. he moves at the speed of light, shoving them back in before you can notice the print. but too late you already saw it well, "you wear spongebob?" your laugh tickles his insides and it feels weird how he seems to like it.

no, he did not want to go out right now. after that stressful breakfast in the garden he just wants to fall face first into your fluffy mattress and sleep it out under your silk comforter. but something about your laugh makes him intrigued, would going down to the lake with you show him more of this side of yours? now this would probably be the seventh time he has wondered of how prettily you laugh. the curve of your eyes and the faint dimples on your cheeks his favourite things. oh? he picked favourites already it's weird, he thinks.

"yeah, let's go. just lemme change my shirt real quick," disappearing into the bathroom before you have the chance to speak. though when he steps back into the room,"your taste is funny," his spongebob boxers hang at the tip of your index finger as you look closely at the design. "put that back!" he scolds, choking on his spit while he rushing over.

"why? don't tell me you haven't washed it? now that's really bad hoonie," the tone of your voice teases his nerves but honestly he's used to it, more precisely he doesn't hate it as much as he thought he did.

"y/n," he warns, albeit not seriously and you can see it.

"baby," in a sweet little smile, (one that has sunghoon's hate for you faltering in the slightest each time you put it on) you correct him,"remember?" my fake boyfriend, mouthing out through a sly grin.

it's like an immediate que for him to give it up, he's not gonna win against you. when he used to see you around the university, mingling amidst a crowd of people every single time, he always thought you'd hold nothing against him. in his eyes you were a hollow image, nothing worth it. perhaps he was wrong, for so far you have him tight in a grip, he can't seem to find something to properly hate. that is if he takes the oranges out the picture.

he sighs in resignation,"come on, let's go, baby." happy? his brows rising in a question, softening up at your smile getting wider with a swift nod.

he relaxed too soon.

"was this really necessary?" the palm of his hand slides around your wrist as you walk down the steps of your italian chateau. supporting your heel clad feet and gesturing at the big beige floppy beach hat sitting atop your head. "absolutely! it's my fa- dad!" sunghoon's head snaps at that, immediately turning to look at the pitch of your voice going higher. the real deal, your father still seated in the garden with a newspaper in his hands and dear lord, a glass of orange juice.

it's embarrassing to be seen with you like that, he was gonna say. but oh well, nevermind.

"i see you have your favorite hat on, going somewhere with sunghoon?" your dad asks smiling warmly at your pair. it makes sunghoon scared, aren't dads supposed to hate boyfriends? is he being bamboozled by your family? will he be preyed upon later when you are not there to see? as if it was possible, your entire family though really welcoming of him are a bunch of weirdos, who the fuck let's their precious daughter share her room with her boyfriend they've met for the first time?

when he agreed to fake date you he didn't know he'd have to put on such a detailed act. there's literally no restrictions for you in the house. you do whatever you want, when ever you want. and that includes taking him everywhere you go, because apparently your parents know him as the boyfriend who loves you so much that he can't let you be alone at any time. shouldn't that be a red flag though? he can't with this anymore, just over a day in and he's convinced he can't make it make sense anymore, it's a white towel, he can only go with the flow.

"yes he really wanted to go down to the lake," what me? when? sunghoon's eyes wander in a panic while you smile as if you weren't just lying through your teeth. smile sunghoon smile, just fucking smile, he reminds himself wondering if he should maybe say something, maybe not?,"didn't you, baby?" the little nudge of your elbow against him tells him that he should, oh god its difficult to learn when to do what.

"yeah the weather seems really good," he says, a slight tremor in his voice, internally facepalming himself. he has one job, and he's failing even that.

"hm, true," the acknowledgement from your father helps calm his nerves a bit but it runs on high again at his next words,"be back before lunch though, your brother and sister in law will be home soon. it's been so long since we last ate together," you have a brother? why wasn't he informed about this? is the universe playing a game with him? as if your parents weren't enough, now he has to impress more people. he can do this, for the sake of his recommendation letter he has to do it.

"yes dad! love you," sunghoon waits like a lone statue as you leave his side to press a kiss to your father's cheek. grabbing him by the arm and dragging him away the moment he opens his mouth to bid your father. at this rate you'll ruin it for him before he can ruin it himself. "slowdown, fluffy. i'll fall at this speed," he tries but it's to no avail, he should have known by now, no one can control you.

the walk down to the lake is quieter than he expected, no bickering or fighting. you show him around the small streets and shops on the way, telling him little stories back from your childhood. sometimes stopping at a spot,"so pretty, can you take a picture of me here?" and it's already the fourth time. he doesn't mind though, on the contrary he finds himself enjoying it. it's not everyday he gets to roam around the streets of italy with the perfect weather.

it doesn't take long for you both to reach the deck on the far left. following your lead, he sits down on the edge beside you, legs hanging low over the cold water and your shoes placed on one side. you sit close, arms brushing each other, little finger atop one another. your hair flowing with the wind swipes against his face when you turn the other way, a subtle hint of sweet (you guessed it) orange tingling his smell buds. instead of grimacing his life off, he leans closer for another whiff of it. "sunghoon!" retracting immediately when you turn back to him.

"hm?" a feeling so out of this world, a haze lost in his mind. your words sound blurry and your extravagant hat looks so pretty on you. he almost feels like he has to capture this. "i asked how you like it? weren't you listening? what're you thinking?" and he does, taking out his phone and clicking a candid. he can't believe he now has a photo of you in his gallery that he's taken on his own accord. he's been doing many weird things lately,"it's really pretty," so so many weird things.

"hey fluffy i've been wondering about something," he speaks again, looking away to try to ignore tiny little fluttering butterflies in his stomach.

"what is it?"

"haven't you ever dated before, why do your parents seem so excited to see you have a boyfriend?" there he asked it, the biggest mystery he can't stop thinking about from the moment he set foot in your palace of a house. if it's your first then maybe that would somewhat explain their behaviour, not that it would become normal altogether, just kind of justifiable that he won't be put on the rack. that he's truly welcomed and he's safe.

"not really, no one ever met my standards," your answer throws him off. what?

"does that mean i do?" he tests the water, cautious above all yet his tone still comes off as one of tease.

"yes, except one," he eyes turn to you at that, pupils dilated with curiosity for the one thing stopping him from the title of 'perfect for you' as your parents claimed. meeting his eyes in a lock of contact, you give him a small smile. hands moving over to his white button up, fingers tracing his collar and undone buttons watching his adam's apple bob in a hard gulp as his brown orbs follow your movements, sweat building up at the close proximity when you both lock eyes again,"you don't really like me," sunghoon immediately looks away, a stab of reality, he was actually anticipating something he could change. really park sunghoon? remember you don't like her?

"am i wrong?" you laugh leaning forward to have a look at his face.

"i never said that," sunghoon clears his throat, turning back, suddenly gaining a surge of confidence. park sunghoon what???

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[coconutdays]

drunk

s. my attempt at a mutual pining ??? slowburn??? with the Honored One, Gojo. obviously there will be other parts hehe

w.c. 3.4k

w. fem! reader , gojo! x reader , fluff! , angst! , slowburn! , ( I think the slowburn is lowk angsty in my opinion) I also didn't really proofread this, did this as my day went. also y/n’a cursed technique is basically like Wanda from marvels abilities, thought it would be cool

You're restless.

The soft bedsheets encircling you do nothing to soothe your itchy skin. there's pillows thrown everywhere across your room in hopes that less pillows mean more sleep. Your legs and arms have been sprawled in different angles and directions to try and cater to your sleep, but it's all useless--your head won't let you get a wink of rest.

Your heart rate rises the moment you feel any sort of sleep try to overcome you. It beats furiously to take away your breath and forces you to jump up for relief before your eyes close for those oh so peaceful hours you yearn for.

It's annoying,

Like satoru gojo.

And there you feel that annoying flutter in your heart again.

This was not how he was supposed to keep you up at night.

no, what--

fuck fuck fuck fuck

You flip onto your stomach, fisting at the bedsheets and screaming into the mattress, your body movement similar to that of a fish out of water.

it came out of nowhere one day, that itch for him.

He had popped up during one of your missions, mid-battle, might you add. He was seated in a tree, watching you do your work, adding witty commentary on the fight every now and then while he mostly talked about his plans for dinner. Whether feta cheese would be healthier than greek yogurt or if squid really tasted different than octopus.

It was offensive to your opponent--a quite special grade curse--that Gojo never deemed it necessary to enter the confines of your shared arena and even further when you started responding back to your white haired friend.

"Why don't you just leave that up to your chef, Satoru."

Unbeknownst to you, you were listening to him not looking, he smirked when the sentence left your mouth.

"Yeah, but I feel like making the decisions over my palette today. Feeling frisky, y'know?"

He always says stuff like that, it's been one of his trademarks for as long as you've known him, but for some reason it had your face heating up as you pulverized your special grade out of existence with one closing of your fist.

You had turned around after the fact, trying your best in those milliseconds to get rid of that random feverish symptoms before he popped up behind you.

Lo and behold, he's right next to you before you can speak again.

He's wearing his uniform, along with his ever so interesting choice of headwear, his blindfold. He towers over you, effortlessly, with his hands in his pockets and that stupid light lipped smile he always has.

You almost want to take a step back when those mere details cause your heart to race. It's extremely off-putting to you when it happens.

"Or should I just tell my chef to go ahead and make that wagyu steak he set aside for me yesterday? It's supposed to taste divine with some wine." He cocks his head to side, smile growing a bit wider.

You give him half-assed eye roll, resorting to flicking his forehead when you respond, "Completely up to you Chosen On-."

He had grabbed you by the wrist of the arm you used to poke at him, lifting up over your head and towards him, pulling you a little to him in the aftermath of the action.

"But that's why I'm asking you." He fake sighs, "I'm asking my friend for advice."

You in return, actually sigh, "If you let go of me, I'll tell you what to eat."

You should've told him to eat-

stop.

why why why why why why why why why

You've known him for so long without this feeling grabbing and pulling at you. It's so bothersome when you're alone, the temptation to reach out to him and send him a text for a singular smidge of interaction with him is debilitating.

And it's a whole other beast when you can interact with him.

The god-strength you pull off to act as if you don't want to hold hands with him and listen to him talk all day is exhausting.

Because it has to fade away soon right?

When you get up after failing to get a satisfactory amount of sleep that morning, there's a text from your anti-melatonin on your phone.

Satoru

you want some croissants?

And before you can even think of a response, your doorbell rings.

Classic.

You run to the door as you hastily put on your robe, the pajamas underneath are not something you'd want him to see you in.

One peek through the peephole and you see his silky white hair standing up, it makes you open the door without hesitance.

"Oh, " He smirks, a brown fancy bag in hand, "who kept you up?"

Gojo is wearing at the moment one of his slutty long sleeves, the ones where his collarbones and shoulders make an appearance, along with those shaded in glasses of his.

This time you actually do give him a good roll of your eyes and chuck the bag out of his grasp, "Nobody. I just didn't sleep well."

He follows behind you as you walk into your apartment and to your dining table.

"That'll explain the eyes. Then why the skimpy pjs?"

You jump up a little, rushing to flatten your robe near your ass.

"How did you see?!"

"I didn't, just a little guess is all."

The urge to kick him in the shins seems more appealing than your everlasting urge to kiss him the moment he blabbers that.

You siphon two plates from your cupboards with a small movement of your hand and set them on the table, all with an annoyed look on your face.

"You can start eating, I'm going to change so my privacy isn't invaded by you again." You huff, stomping all the way to your bedroom.

"Won't start without ya." Satoru chides, leaning back in the chair he was in.

He did, in fact, see your ass peeking out from your robe, the little twirl you did after you took the bag from him lifted the skirt of it up a little. It was just enough to see a bit of lace clinging to your skin. It was a pretty color on you.

But he wanted to save you the embarrassment and stray away from the acknowledgment between the both of you that he's seen you like that, even if it was a smidge of-

You were naked.

Not directly in front of him, no, you'd never do that.

Your door was slightly ajar, but even though it was behind him, the mirror across from him and within his line of sight was all exposing of you.

You were topless, your back completely bare to him as you hauled up your jeans and buttoned them up.

He stopped breathing and felt something get stuck in his throat.

The entirety of skin felt like it was on fire, from his scalp to the pads of his toes. You should have completely closed your door. he can't help but stare until he drags his eyes away from the sight.

He won't even allow himself to touch the thoughts or feelings again, forcing himself to look out the window instead of through the mirror while he waits for you to change.

"What kind of croissants did you get?"

You're walking across the room and starting towards the seat next to him.

"Chocolate and pistachio." He exhales through a smile, as if he'd been thinking of something else before you asked him.

"But you like almond better." You cock your head to the side in curiosity as you start to open the bag. Chocolate and pistachio were only your favorites, and although he could eat them, you knew he loved his almond croissants.

"What can I say, I felt like switching it up today." He leaned forward, clasping his hands together and laying his head on them before he took the croissant you were offering him.

You gulped down the bite you had just taken and proceeded to ask him another question.

"So what brought you to be near my place?"

You wish you could see beyond his glasses when he turns his head to you and shrugs, "Looking for buildings with adequate cursed spirits for my students. Thought I'd pass by and get breakfast with you on my way."

"Yeah thanks for the heads up." You grumble a little, a little smile and a shake of your head following up.

"Wanna come with?" He speaks through a mouthful of croissant

You start to snark a little, "Do my job without any pay? Sounds like-"

"I'll get you lunch from the onigiri place you said was only for special occasions and then dinner at the restaurant you said had entrees pricier than your electricity bill." He smiled

You blinked up at him, it being cute to him a fact that he chose to brush over by waving his card in front of you, "Being the Chosen One has its benefits."

Which is why you found yourself walking through Tokyo with Satoru the entire day.

You'll admit, you wanted to say yes even if there were no financial benefits to it. He was a benefit enough, time with him was, but it wasn't within your best interest of hiding your feelings to say yes without missing a beat.

On the other hand, it hurt a little, to know you'd be spending the entire day with someone who makes your heart flutter and your eyes unable of holding eye contact. It hurt more that you knew the time together with him would strengthen the feelings your heart held for him.

Fuck it though. At least you get to be with him today.

He let you walk a bit in front of him the moment the both of you left the apartment. It was his best bet of keeping his eyes on you, knowing you were there with him in the swarm of people as opposed to the alternative of receiving that reassurance through the warmth of your hand on his. His six eyes do prevent any mishaps either way, but the domesticity of it was calming for him.

But your back was to him.

It gave him flashback thoughts to this morning, your body practically bare to him, the underwear you had on leaving little to the imagination.

He had to force his heart to beat normally.

"Hey Satoru, that building over there has loads of cursed energy. Wanna check it out."

"Yeah." He smiles nonchalantly, making sure his eyes only look at the top of your head and nothing else.

Both of you don't even need to enter the building when you get in front of it. A simple lift of Satoru's shades and he smiles knowingly.

"Now that one's gonna be fun for Makki."

"Yea?"

"Absolutely." He confirms confidently, placing the frames over his eyes again.

After marking down the address of the building, the two of you proceeded to look around for more spots within the city. And not that either of you two knew, but Satoru was scaring off every male within a 20 feet radius during the time spent looking. His eyes were hidden by the specs perched on his nose, but the animosity of an aura he held towards any ogling eyes at you were enough to frighten them off.

He wasn't aware of it, if it weren't any obvious to him after doing it countless other times while hanging out with you. Had he been self aware, he would've muted that part of his feelings too. If any, it gave him more peace. He didn't know it gave him peace, but what he was sure of was that the hairs on the back of his neck would stand up if a guy came up to you.

You, on the other hand, couldn't really notice when you only cared about the guy walking right behind you. All other eyes were white noise to you.

To the eyes of those around you, the both of you looked like any other couple walking around Tokyo together. Satoru was never a step too far behind you and followed you as you walked without never looking back, as if you knew he'd never leave your side as you guided the path.

But you weren't a couple, you were just friends.

The former statement needing a reminder when dinner came around.

Your waiter had just taken down both of your orders at the dimly lit restaurant Satoru had mentioned in the morning. It was on the top floor of a skyscraper and the sun had just set, setting a slightly tense ambience for you--and Satoru, but he couldn't confront that thought for himself. Satoru was very good at remaining neutral for his own benefit.

"Ah and what wine will you and the missus be enjoying tonight?"

Oh

"Giacomo Conterno Monfortino please." Gojo smiled politely as he closed his menu and picked up yours to hand it to the waiter.

Right.

It was a simple mistake of an assumption from the waiter, it didn't need the attention of either of you. You had to tell yourself that.

"You like this place so far?" Satoru asks with a cocky smile, leaning forward and resting his head on his palm.

"It's beautiful." You say stifling a small smile, "worth all my hard work today."

For a second, Gojo takes a small second too long to respond to you. He seems stuck in a thought during that time before he acts like he normally does.

"Definitely. I could tell you were about to break out in a sweat when you checked if Zara had any cursed spirits in their clothes after my eyes said otherwise."

"Sometimes flukes happen. I thought you knew that." You raised your hands up in defense, winking at him in the process.

His breath hitched milliseconds within you doing that and he started to say something when-

"And here is your Giacomo Conterno Monfortino."

Your waiter had come around with the wine Gojo ordered, serving it in both of your glasses before leaving the bottle there for the both of you to serve yourselves again if necessary.

You took a sip immediately after the waiter left and gestured the glass at Satoru, "You should take a sip, it's really good. But what were you going to say?"

Satoru leaned back in his seat, making it look as classy as possible considering the status of the restaurant you were in, and cradled the glass to his chest.

"Nothing really. Just banter."

After taking two sips, Gojo didn't care to drink anymore. He called for a glass of water when your dishes came around. It was nothing new to you, he wasn't much of a drinker. Being the strongest meant never saving space for vulnerability and the inhibitions of the drink would subdue his abilities to being low quality.

You, however, had already been two glasses in by the time you had finished your small bowl of soup and started cutting your steak into bite sized pieces.

"Someone's hungry." A teasing voice poked at you

You looked up from your chewing on the steak while cutting up another piece to eat and made eye contact with bright blue irises, lips curving upwards beneath them.

"And drunk."

You sat up straight in your seat, having accidentally been hunched over to devour your food. Unfortunately the quick movement cause your head to spin a little.

You couldn't say you weren't drunk, when in fact you were.

"I didn't think it through when I served myself that second glass." You lightly groaned, looking at the ceiling because looking at the former would make the wine further bring you down. Satoru's eyes would make the dizziness worse and get rid of all your inhibitions.

You had to calm yourself down.

"Why didn't you stop me?" You tried to deadpan at him when you gathered enough courage to face him again.

Tried.

You did deadpan at him, but it felt as if someone dipped your face in flames the moment he kept the eye contact with you.

"I wasn't going to tell you what to do." He shrugged, haughtily putting a bite of his chicken into his mouth.

"Ass." You murmur as you sadly take another bite of your steak.

It didn't take much longer for that second glass of wine to hit you even further. Satoru had asked the waiter for some water for you too after expressing your distress for him not stopping you any sooner, so you weren't going to get any worse--too much. Both of you had been quiet, more so you, the alcohol had made you oddly focus on finishing your dinner, until the waiter brought around the dessert.

It was a shared bowl of some fancy peach cobbler and vanilla ice cream, two spoons on either sides for either of you to take.

"This is huge Toru."

"What?"

"This is huge. I don't know if I'll be able to even eat half. You were right about the steak being too much earlier." You pouted, gathering a spoonful of peach cobbler and ice cream to feed yourself before you looked at Satoru with the biggest doe eyes he's seen from you.

He stares at you while getting his own spoonful.

"I'll help you. And even if we don't finish we could probably ask to take it to go, they probably have small coolers for something like this."

"Yea and then they'll think we're dating or married or something. Like a couple saving it to eat together later."

"Come again?"

You were slouched in your seat, trying your best to keep eating. The alcohol obviously lowering your guard both physically and mentally.

"When the waiter called me missus." Your lips curving downwards

"It doesn't matter if they think we're dating." He reassures, concentrated on swirling around his piece of peach and ice cream too much "It's just to go."

There were no worries in finishing the peach cobbler and ice cream you soon found out. Gojo, although not drunk, ate the dessert as if he was intoxicated. You stared at him throughout all of it, admiring how cute he looked even though he shared the same appearance you did when you stress ate.

The only worry that existed after, was the walk to your apartment. You two were obviously safe, more so you, it was Satoru Gojo walking you home after all, but it didn't mean that the space between you two was.

You hugged his arm to you the moment you felt a slight gust of wind. An action you didn't overanalyze because you weren't really thinking much at all. You knew you had feelings for him, but he didn't and clinging onto his arm because you were cold wouldn't let him know that. At least drunk you was simple enough to think that way. Had sober you been here, she would have flung you away from him.

He hadn't done or said anything to let you know it bothered him the entire walk to your place. He was oddly calm, not to say that he never was, he was always calm, but witty about it. He wasn't being witty right now. He only really spoke to tell you to watch your step when needed and to answer your question on how much time there was left to get to your place.

When you got to your apartment, you easily swiped your key card on the door and unlocked it.

"Thank you, Satoru." You gave him a close lipped smile with sleepy eyes.

"It's what I'm here for." He answers without a thought, shrugging like its second nature to be this nonchalant.

"Yeah?"

The second Satoru looks back to you after letting his eyes wander to your lips, your eyes look different.

"What." He breathes.

You keep looking at him, as if you hadn't heard him. Your only response being your breathing.

He steps forward without knowing, subconsciously trying to close the space between you. It's when he's about to lean into you that you speak up again, taking a step back.

"I think it's time for me to sleep." You bite your lip awkwardly, looking between the wall behind him and his eyes because the thought of enduring his gaze on you for more than two seconds was agonizing.

"Right." He straightens up

"I'll see you later." Your eyes get watery from holding back a small yawn, "Have a good night Satoru."

"Sleep well y/n"

[fueioekjfisks]

Im so sorry im losing my absolute mind but please hear me out for a second.

Mild tw for implied SA - NOTHING ACTUALLY HAPPENED PEOPLE JUST THINK IT HAPPENED

You know the common misunderstanding au in the danny phandom rn about vlad being a creep and people thinking hes like a CREEPY CREEP and not just a supervillain creep?

Well imagine danny is going on break or something and his dad wants to bring the whole family up to vlads castle for whatever reason.

Danny, obviously, does not want to waste his ONE FREAKING CHANCE of getting some god damn sleep being tormented by vlad and his stupid birds. Plus, vlad will probably plan some big murder plot for his dad and danny CAN. NOT. HANDLE. THAT. RIGHT. NOW.

So danny decides to make a PowerPoint presentation about why he doesnt want to go.

Obviously he cant reveal vlad or his own halfa status so its mostly just really jumbled information about vlad being creepy.

He gets backup from sam, tucker, jazz, and even val. He also knows his mom already dislikes vlad and knows hes a total creep so all he really needs to do is convince his dad.

But??? As hes compiling evidence??? And rehearsing his presentation with hes friends??? He realizes that it sounds super fucked up???

And like, it���s mostly just bad without all the context. But he realizes that Vlad is actually kinda sick in the head. Danny knows he would never actually do something that terrible, but its supper concering how similar his actions are to like, actual bad people.

Danny isnt mad about it or anything, he’s actually just worried about it Vlad.

Danny is not perfect by any means. But Vlad is the only other member of his species besides, like, his fucking clone (which holy shit Vlad what the fuck) or maybe dan who is also fucked up.

Danny knew that Vlads death definitely messed him up, but he never really thought about Vlads actions beyond “obsessive fruitloop, at it again :/“ and is just now realizing that vlad might need psychological help. Which he feels pretty (REALLY) bad about.

Danny has no idea what to do, and no idea who to go to.

So he sneaks out, doesnt even go ghost as he takes the powerpoint to vlad who obviously freaks tf out because holy shit thats SO MUCH WORSE THAN ANYTHING HE COULD HAVE POSSIBLY IMAGINED. What if he had actually hurt daniel? What if he had hurt his precious Madeline?? He needs help like yesterday! How did he ever get so bad???!

So Vlad freaks, trashes his own house, apologizes to danny, and books it through the portal to find the far frozen or somewhere else he can get help.

Danny is somewhat shellshocked about the whole situation. It doesnt get better when people start investigating Vlads disappearance.

The state of the manor indicates foul play and the police look into it further. Find security tapes. They see danny, frazzled and paranoid, enter Vlads property, everything goes to static, and only danny leaves.

Hes arrested of course, and he and his friends/family are interrogated.

Everybody vehemently denies that Danny would ever do such a thing, but when they are asked if danny has potential motives everyone (except for jack) gets all squeamish.

Its practically common knowledge in Amity Park that the mayor and the weird Fenton child had beef. People just were unsure why.

I think it would be really cool to focus a story around the polices pov of the investigation/ random Amity Parkers interpretation of the events.

Danny being kinda creepy after the accident (because death) could totally make people assume he did it and that would be awesome.

We can also add in de-aged Dani/Ellie and or Dan for that extra spice.

Imagine the fentons finding out about Dannys supposed kids in the context that they are MOTIVES FOR THEIR SON TO MURDER THEIR COLLAGE FRIEND ( AND DANNYS OWN GODFATHER) WHO APPARENTLY GROOMED HIM???!? AND THEY DIDNT EVEN NOTICE??!?

This could totally be a crossover too. Lucifer tv show. Batman. Supernatural. All are good.

Anyway, thought this could be kinda interesting

Please continue if you want

[nyaagolor]

Bad Polls and the Art of Engagement Bait

So as anyone who follows this blog probably noticed, I posted a poll yesterday. Sorry ace attorney tumblr, it was bait. That was part of a little social experiment to test some theories I had about engagement bait and the tumblr "algorithm"-- and it was a resounding success!! I even made a replicate, that being a similar poll only hours later, which had basically the same result. Somehow. Now that the cat is officially out of the bag, I thought it would be fun to talk about it!

The entire point of this little social experiment was to combine some observations I had about what posts do well, the general attitude of tumblr users, and how to maximize engagement with minimal effort within fandom spaces. Thus, I'm combining all my thoughts into a little guide: how to make the lowest effort, highest engagement post possible:

Recognize that negative engagement on tumblr travels father than positive engagement Tumblr may not have an algorithm, but the system is still set up in a way where negative engagement rewards the poster more than positive engagement. A simple "like" is enough to show agreement or approval, but dissent or shock requires replies or reblogs (the latter of which are significantly more common). More reblogs = more people seeing the post, and thus posts that elicit a negative reaction tend to travel further than positive ones

Capitalize on the fact that people love to bitch about things when given the opportunity Generally speaking, going onto a random post you hate and exclaiming how much you hate it is a bit of a tumblr faux pas. Same thing with venting about how much you dislike something. While bringing up the topic yourself and being snippy to specific people are frowned upon, however, places like polls that provide an opportunity to bitch about things are a great outlet, and a LOT of people will take it

Take advantage of the poll's inherent anonymity This may seem counterintuitive-- the person posting the poll and everyone reblogging it aren't anonymous at all! This doesn't matter though, only the votes do. The anonymity of the votes on a tumblr poll turn the opinions of others, no matter their relative size, into a nebulous opinion of the indeterminate masses. THIS is the most important part of the engagement bait, because tumblr users love to complain but aren't likely to do so to someone directly for fear of hurting their feelings or getting called out for being rude. If you can take a dissenting opinion and remove the actual user from the equation, people are far more likely to share exactly what they think about it-- this is when the "no reading comprehension" and "you people seriously think (X)" and "ugh I hate fandom" takes come out en masse. Tumblr users may be mean, but more importantly we are also cowards. In the case of the poll I posted above, even extremely small minority opinions were being commented on in almost every single reblog, despite the fact that these opinions made up less than 10% of the votes for a majority of the poll's run.

More buzzwords, less nuance Buzzwords and a lack of nuance work together to make engagement more likely-- buzzwords are often both overused and misused, while a lack of nuance (typically in the form of a yes or no question) eggs people into explaining themselves. Combine these two and you add people justifying themselves, arguing with others, and complaining about the buzzword in general into your reblogs, boosting your numbers even more. In my case, I chose the lowest of the low when it comes to poll topics: "Is (recognizable character) (buzzword)?". How people fell for this twice I'm not sure, but it works!

If things are getting boring, stir the pot yourself You can use alt accounts or just make up tags yourself, but I was too lazy to do this. However, there's always the option of cherrypicking-- screenshot outlandish or dissenting tags, even if it's just one in a sea of hundreds, and post that in a reblog with an incredulous caption. Bringing tags to the attention of the majority invites new focus on those tags AND your poll, giving people another outlet to add their takes. Some people will likely even reblog it Again.

Now that the bait is set, watch people in your notes talk over themselves like a flock of seagulls

Congrats! You've now made a successful bait poll. Fortunately or unfortunately, mine worked so well that people fell for it twice, both of them got thousands of votes each within the day, my notifications are overflowing, and popular blogs have made posts referencing it. Point proven, hypothesis verified. As they say: easy website.

[mel-loly]

Today we're going to chapter 2 of...

-Some ✨interesting✨ facts about...

🐞Our Corrupted Elf looking like a strange “leaf-ladybug”!🐞

>{×Franz×}<

The name “Franz” came from a character I saw on a Brazilian Youtuber (who I really liked, his name is “Pedrokys”) dubbing/voicing the comic “Lebre e Coelho”. And as I really liked the comic and the “dubbing”, I decided to name her of one of the main characters, who is the well-known “Franz”! Oh, and here's the link for the video :]

(one detail, yesterday I re-watched this dub [because it's been a LONG TIME like- A REALLY LONG TIME since I looked and hadn't even been on this YouTuber's channel, so who would have thought to watch any of his videos..... But as I decided to make “interesting facts” about Franz, it was obvious that I would have to look/watch this dubbing again to remember “the good old days” :D], and my friend... how I missed this comic- unfortunately it had to be re-made because the first video was copyrighted, but it's still the same thing, so I highly recommend Brazilians or anyone who wants to, go and see it!!)

Her power to have “tentacles”, it was “kind of” inspired by “Ben Hargreeves” from The Umbrella Academy.. And yes, this one is really without much of a “secret”😅

About the paint on her face, no, I wasn't inspired by Bendy! In fact, I was just making a drawing at school of a random character, and as I was also very much in the “weirdcore era”, I decided to add touches like this with paint on the face and a tongue that also looks like a “tentacle”. (here's the drawing for those who haven't seen it yet↓)

(here's the link)

She really likes to eat flowers.. Yes... You didn't read it wrong, she really like to eat flowers...... And “why is that?” Well, she says that as they have a good smell, she usually eats them to put that smell in her mouth. Sometimes, in addition to this smell remaining in the mouth, the body stabilizes the smell in other parts of the body as well, such as the neck and wrists. And no, it’s not “all” types of flowers that she eats, okay? There are just a few of the flowers that she thinks are beautiful and smell good.

Oh, “and the taste of flowers?” Well, in fact, some flowers don't have any taste at all, she just like to eat it. Because for her, this is sometimes a “snack” when there is no meat. Her “second” species is very hungry for meat, and any type of meat will do (even human, in SOME cases), but when there is none, she actually eats flowers. And yes, they are “just” flowers, as well as vegetables, plants and the like, she only eats them once in a while, but she admits that she doesn’t like them very much.

The clothes she likes to wear most are skirts and blouses, sometimes dresses she also wears and likes them a lot. Wearing pants, she says that she don't feel very comfortable, besides being very tight (she hates tight things other than a skirt, dress, blouse or something like that).

She loves long boots, especially in black (she has about 3 of the same boots, she just bought them in different places).

In addition to Calopsita, Franz also studied a little medicine, she didn't take a course but she learned and improved some techniques with her parents. Today she doesn't use her “doctor” skills much, but if needs it, she is one of the right people to ask for help.

And last but not least, she loves paintings and loves seeing or hearing the author/artist talk about the process of how they were made. She says that each painting brings her a different feeling, and the ones she likes most are the ones with white flowers.. Because it brings the sign of peace that she was unable to have for most of her childhood. And also because it's a color that reminds her how to stay calm or concentrate on something, a color that helps and makes her someone very different from what others think she is...

And.. That's all! I hope to see you in the next chapter of “fun facts about my characters”!✨

[hidefdoritos]

Today's Mending

I'd really hoped to be well enough to sit up at my sewing machine today and knock through a pile of mends that are waiting on the machine. No such luck; my temp went back up today. Two steps forward, one step back.

"I will no longer berate myself for resting," I said as I laid in bed for three hours after waking up. "I will no longer berate myself for resting," I chanted as I sewed while bending in strange positions on the floor. "I will no longer berate myself for resting," I promise myself, taking cough syrup and ibuprofen and lying down again.

So here's what's been done today. I enjoyed it. I don't need to punish myself for doing less than yesterday. Anything I get to take a needle to is a blessing and a joy.

First up is my brother's suitcoat. Yep, the brother with the 30" waist and the 40" hip. He asked me to take it in. I've never messed with tailoring coats, but I gave it a shot today. I basted the center back seam in sort of a diamond shape. So far I don't like it and it makes weird bubbles.

I watched a tutorial that takes the jacket in at both side seams primarily. I'll have Joe try it on first, once I'm well enough to be around people, and then see what I can do to the jacket.

I found two random little cuts in the hem of this hoodie. Can't imagine what did that, but there they were. I mended a tiny cut in this same hoodie's sleeve yesterday with blue thread, so I carried on with the blue mends.

So, I got some blue fabric from a free bin! The tag shows 4.67 yards for $4.67 and a purchase date in 2003. I also found two GORGEOUS pillowcase tops in that same bin. The yellow isn't usually my color, but since they're handmade, I just had to take them.

I like to think that these came from the same sewist. Maybe they never put the fabrics together--the yardage seems more fitting for a dress--but I hope they'd be happy to see their hard work being used. They're going to become my primary pillowcases.

Today I just cut out the backs. Some other day I'll sew all the seams.

I was out thrifting, on my way to the register, and this miniskirt jumped off the rack, bit me, and asked to become a tote bag. Well, not quite, but that's essentially what happened. I have serviceable sewing and crochet project bags, but I don't have one big enough for a swimsuit, towel, sunscreen, and change of clothes. This will be it!

I've thought of every way to add a bottom to the bag, and eventually I settled on sewing it shut. I have scads of heavy-duty cream-colored blue-striped canvas (from the same free bin! I'm saving it to make a corset), so I'm making the straps out of that. Today I just cut and pinned them. I'm finally coming around to the trend of stripes with flowers, I guess.

I cut out a couple more patches for these awesome summer shorts. Then I remembered that I'm sick and exhausted. And that somebody else has my iron right now. So, they can wait.

[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

Questionzzzz!!!

By 🌙,

Questionz:

1. What about the characters that aren't named and the background characters in bsd? Like: the other port mafia members or the other detectives in the ada, The orphanage headmaster, The head police chief (the one Ranpo was with I think in vol 2 of bsd or ep 2 in bsd), the police officers, and the mafia members . Did they become self aware too?

2. Can the bsd cast and GL go back into the phone willingly and get out? Like can they go back to the bsd Yokohama and get out?

3. Oooh! Another question came up in my mind while I was typing question 2!! So if they can do that, could they like yk put stuff in there and time won't affect it? Like Lucy's ability!

4. About their names, you mentioned in the jobs that Beast Kunikidas name will be on paper and all, so their name is basically the same name they had and wont change it? Won't people be suspicious? Also what about sigmas name?

5. What about the other bsd hair colours like Bram, Atsushi, Sigma, Yosano, Kunikida, Jōno, Kyouka, Q, Nikolai etc. also what about the others eye colour? Yk the ones that aren't natural?

Questionzz 4 ya:

1. How are you??? Have ya eaten? Have you drank any water lately? Have you taken yourself mentally n physically?

2. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE NEW CHAPTER?? ITS WILDDDD!!!

3. Random but do you have a fav character?

4. Why don't you make an like about me page?

5. This ain't a question but- did you know it's almost a year since I started reading your blog?

Anywayzz!! That's it!!

Bye!

Hello again, 🌙 Anon!

To your questions:

1. Such characters won't become self-aware without taking some steps first.

For them to become self-aware, already self-aware character should:

1. Create 5 cards of unnamed character (R, SR, SSR, UR and EX)

2. Add all card to the app.

3. Guiding Light/Reader should get all cards and maxed their levels and skills.

4. Only after that unnamed character will become self-aware.

However, there is a catch. While creating a card, BSD Characters could add very limited information. They could only add name and age, and that's it. If Kafka or Harukawa didn't think about any ideas about the unnamed character's past, likes, dislikes, family members, at the end, characters will be like a black canvas. And BSD Cast already knew, how terrible it feels to have no idea about themselves, how devastating it is not to feel yourself to be a person with character and individuality.

The difference - BSD Cast have at least some basic information about themselves. They can believe, that they are real people.

So, before making an unnamed character, BSD Cast should be prepared to be a huge support for newcomers.

2. Yes, they can go back and forth as much as they want.

3. They can use BSD World as a storage, yes, because the concept of time in BSD World are almost non-existent. It's very slow. Like, in real world milk go stale in seven days. In BSD World, even after twenty real world years, milk will be still fresh, or "yesterday's" at max.

4. OG! Kunikida already use pseudonym, so people won't be suspicios. Same with BEAST! Kunikida. All from OG Cast and BEAST! Cast have pseudonyms. (However, most of them only change surnames. Example: Lucy Maud Montgomery is a writer; Lucy Maud Shirley is a daughter of someone, who has a sense of humour (or a strange sense of humour). /Side note! I still haven't thought about exact pseudonyms, so, this one can change in the future and just used as an example/.

Sigma does have a more Official Sounding Name. He choose (with some help from Fyodor and Nikolai): Stepan Ivanovich Syromyatnikov.

Stepan from Gogol's "The Gamblers".

Ivanovich from Dostoevsky's "The Gambler".

Syromyatnikov from his possible real-life counterpart.

5. People just assume, that their hair is dyed, and they wear eye contacts. People might scoff and call them weird, but it won't bother BSD Cast that much.

______

1. I am fine! Have been eating plenty and drinking enough water. Thinking about finally finishing painting "Colour by Number" I have.

2. New chapter... Well... There are few things I can said:

- Is Kafka planning to raise stakes, or it his traditional "cliffhangers", and everyone will be alright?

- Thank you for giving me ideas about angsty Bram fic about him and his daughter, Kafka.

- The choice between adding in "Anime Convention" a scene, where Asagiri learns, that BSD Cast are real, and not doing it and simply have a chapter with BSD Cast trolling Kafka during his QnA on Anime Expo became even harder.

3. I have. I like most of the BSD Characters. As for my absolute favourites: Fyodor, Nikolai, Dazai, Sigma, Chuuya, Fukuzawa, Atsushi, Ranpo, Poe, Oda and Mori... Let's say, easier said what characters I don't like (Ace and Kyogoku).

4. You mean with some info about me? I don't think people will be that interested in me... If I find a good "Ask about me. Fandom edition" about BSD (or Genshin), I might share some of my options, if people will want this.

5. I have a feeling, that I missed One-Year anniversary of my blog. You have one job, emails from Tumblr!

Still, thank for your support 🙂

[it-was-funeral-grey]

Over your head (Al Haitham x F!Reader)

Prequel Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Summary: knock knock! who's there? matra. matra who? you're under arrest, anything you say will be held against you. what.

Warnings: Vulgarities, getting arrested, doctors, boat travel

Word count:<2.6k words

Inspired by:-

Author's note: i hope this is ok! i was also able to visit my grandma the day after i posted the last part :)

Please give criticism! Also, if i missed any warnings, do tell me so i can add them!

If you had a Mora for every time a random dude cried himself to sleep on your couch, you'd have one Mora. Which isn't a lot, but it's strange that it happened once.

Oh, but if you had a Mora for every time the Matra arrested you for kidnapping, you'd have another Mora. Two Mora isn't a lot, but it could help you get a new bottle of Harra spice. Archon knows that prices have gone up recently.

"Secure the house," a man wearing the Matra's iconic teal and bronze uniform barks as three of his colleagues surround you. "And call a doctor!"

It happens so fast. Chains are fastened around your hands, and you feel a hand push against your back, forcing you forward.

All around, your neighbours peek out of their houses, watching as the three Matras lead you out of the village. You can hear them gossiping amongst themselves, casting curious glances as you pass them.

"Kidnapping? Her? Who would have thought…"

"She has always been so kind…I can't believe it."

Where to? You don't know. If you were courageous enough, you would've protested- ask what is happening. But words fail you. Your tongue feels like a brick, refusing to let you plead your case.

You've been told stories about the Matra. Village elders would spook kids with tales of the 'all-knowing, scary, and will eat you if you misbehave!' Matra. You've never thought of them as scary before, though. But now, you're beginning to think that the village elders weren't exaggerating.

Their presence alone was enough to render the bustling village silent on this beautiful, sunny afternoon. You've never heard the village go this quiet, not even during the dead of night. The only sound you hear now is the pounding of your heart, together with the remaining Matra stomping into your home, throwing things around in their search for evidence.

But evidence for what? Kidnapping? Who did you even kidnap?! The Green dude? You were only helping him, for archon's sake!

"The nerve! Kidnapping the Acting Grand Sage!" a neighbour rages to another. "Sumeru is relying on him to lead us out of this mess, and she dares to harm him! Oh, may Lesser Lord Kusanali punish her!"

Wait. Hold on.

Acting. Grand. Sage?

Mr Green man is the Acting Grand Sage?!

Kaveh is going to kill Al Haitham.

It's one thing to take his keys and only let him in after 5.05 pm.

It's a whole other thing to take his keys and not come home. Leaving him outside. In the rain. For the entire night. And it's the peak monsoon season in Sumeru, so he can't even dry his drawings that had been drenched the night before.

"Seriously! He's gone from bad to worse," Kaveh laments to the shorter man. "He didn't even tell me he wasn't coming home!"

"Well, have you seen him since yesterday?" the shorter man asks, taking a seat in his office and letting out a tired sigh as he sinks into his chair. He had just come back from tracking a scholar in the desert. He really doesn't want to listen to his friend's rant right now, but he doesn't have the heart to drive him away.

"No! He left that morning at 8:55, as usual. I tried to get him to drink a cup of coffee, but he ignored me! That arrogant fungus! I swear, I'm going to-"

There's a hasty pound on the door, interrupting Kaveh's rant. But before Cyno could invite them in, the door burst open, revealing a frantic Panah.

"General Mahamatra, Mr Kaveh," he greets, panting as he leans over, hands on his knees. He must have run from the Grand Sage's office. "Have you seen Acting Grand Sage Al Haitham?"

Well, that makes two people who have asked about his whereabouts today. Usually, this wouldn't be strange. As the scribe, Al Haitham had the habit of never being where you expected him to be. Even Cyno wouldn't be able to locate him if he seriously didn't want to be found.

But he's the Acting Grand Sage now. And for the last couple of months, he has always been findable- in his office or somewhere speaking to personnel. Cyno stiffens in his seat. Something doesn't feel right.

"No, we haven't seen him," Kaveh answers. But then he frowns. "Wait- what do you mean, 'Have you seen Al Haitham'? Did he not report for work today?"

Now, that's a concerning thought.

"Yes," Panah takes another deep breath, composing himself. "He hasn't come into his office yet. I know it's only ten minutes past 9, but-"

"Al Haitham isn't one for tardiness," Cyno interrupts, standing up. "Kaveh, are you certain he isn't home?"

"Well, yes," Kaveh replies, furrowed brows giving away his concern about his roommate. "He has this annoying habit of using the shower at full blast in the morning. It's unbelievably loud. I would have heard that if he were home since the front door is close to the bathroom."

"Panah, would you happen to know Al Haitham's last know location?"

"He was heading to Port Osmos. He was going to speak with someone in the Wikala Funduq."

Damn, Cyno curses. Port Osmos is at least a good three hours away by boat. Grabbing a loose sheet of paper from his desk, Cyno scribbles a note before sealing it and passing it to Panah.

"Pass this along to the dusk bird handlers. Tell them to send it to the Matra stationed in Port Osmos as soon as possible."

"On it!" Panah grabs the note, dashing out of the office.

"As for me, I'll be heading to Port Ormos now," Cyno states, grabbing his polearm. "Don't worry. I'll bring him back."

"Who says I'm worried? I just want to get into the house- hold on, I'm coming with you!"

Al Haitham is going to kill Kaveh.

It's one thing to wake up to the sound of him hammering away on another one of his projects.

It's a whole other thing to wake up to him screeching about- "Oh archons, if he dies, what am I going to do?"

First off, he's not going to die. He's not ill. Just tired, you fickle fungus.

Second of all, where in Teyvat is he?

There's a faint rocking sensation, and he can hear the faint sound of water sloshing nearby.

A boat, Al Haitham figures. Why is he on a boat?

Opening his eyes, he is immediately greeted by the sight (and sound) of Kaveh panicking at a lady in a white gown. A doctor, Al Haitham realises.

"Sir, the Acting Grand Sage isn't going to pass on," the doctor sighs. "He's just exhausted. He must have fainted from exhaustion- please tell him that he must get sufficient rest to recover!"

Before Kaveh can respond, Al Haitham sits up, fighting the dizziness that came with it. Nope. He doesn't want to hear Kaveh's annoying, panicky voice. Not now, when he can feel a headache coming.

"Al Haitham!"

"Keep your voice down, you-"

"Are you alright?" Kaveh interrupts, concern lacing his tone. But he doesn't give him time to answer before he continues. "Honestly. To think that you'd be kidnapped! You, of all people! Who could even stand having you as a prisoner?"

Huh?

But before he could ask Kaveh what he meant by 'kidnapped', the door to the room opens. Through the door, Al Haitham can see the deck of a ship. So he was right. He is on a boat.

"You're awake," Cyno says. "How do you feel?"

"I'm fine," Al Haitham groans, massaging his temple. "What's going on?"

So Cyno is here as well. Something big must have occurred.

Still a little groggy, Al Haitham rubs his eyes as he tries to recall what happened.

Ok, Al Haitham takes a breath. Let's think this through.

He was at Port Ormos around one in the afternoon to speak to the trade supervisors of Wikala Funduq. He wanted to talk to them about restoring the port for business- but the letters he sent there from the Akademiya were never answered. So, he had to make a trip down there himself, much to his annoyance.

That sounds about right. What happened next?

When he reached the port, he was greeted with silence. There was not a soul on the streets. The same could be said for the Wikala Funduq building, the place deserted and collecting dust, save for a lone cleaner working in a corner.

"Oh, you're looking for Mr Dilawar and Mrs Gauhar? They're not here. No one has been here for a while. There's no work here! Nothing to do!"

"Where can I find them?"

"Well...Mr Dilawar lives in Vimara village. I'm not too sure about Mrs Gauhar."

So that's how he ended up travelling to Vimara Village. He had to walk four hours to get to the village entrance since there weren't any boats that could take him there- the captain of the one that brought him to the port from Sumeru city had declined, saying that he had a personal vendetta against the village or something. Al Haitham didn't bother listening.

Yeah, he remembers that part. What happened then?

A soothing voice. A homemade meal. A gentle hand on his back. A comforting presence that made him feel so safe- something he hadn't felt in a very long time.

Wait.

Oh, no.

Before Cyno could answer his question, Al Haitham had already figured out the answer.

"You didn't happen to arrest a villager for kidnapping me, did you?"

"Oh, so you do know what happened," Kaveh answers on Cyno's behalf. "Yeah-"

"That wasn't what happened," Al Haitham interrupts, stumbling off the uncomfortable bed. "Where is she?"

"Hold on, what do you mean-"

"I mean what I said," Al Haitham snaps back, heading towards the door. The headache is now hitting with full force, and he hides a wince. "Cyno. Where is she?"

If you weren't in your current predicament, you'd probably be running around the deck, admiring the way the water below reflected the stars above. You've never been on a boat this big before- it wasn't as large as cargo vessels or cruise boats that carried rich Snezhnayans, but it's larger than anything you've ever boarded.

You also would have been really excited about going to Sumeru city- home of the rich, the smart and the accomplished. You've never travelled beyond Vimara village, apart from heading to Port Ormos every once in a while.

It's a quiet night. Apart from the occasional jingling of your chains secured to the railings on the deck, the two Matra who watch over you don't make a sound apart from occasional sighs. Curling yourself into a tiny ball, you hug your legs, burying your head on your knees. It's getting cold. Goosebumps have risen all over your limbs, and you try to rub your arms to get rid of them but to no avail.

Slam!

The loud sound shocks you back into reality. Lifting your head, you see that the door to the boat's accommodation has been flung open, the light in the room spilling out onto the dark deck.

A tall figure exits the room- although your eyes have already adjusted to the dark, you can't really tell who it is, but the two Matra seem to know. They immediately stiffen in place, standing at attention as the silhouette approaches the group.

As the figure comes closer, you see a faint green glow on its shoulder.

It's him. The Acting Grand Sage. The green man- ok, you gotta stop calling him that.

The Acting Grand Sage stops just a step away from you. You raise your head to glance at him, and he meets your gaze with an emotion you can't quite name.

"Ok, hold on!" there's the sound of hasty footsteps. A man with a feather in his hair runs up to the Acting Grand Sage. "What do you mean, 'that wasn't what happened'?"

"I'll have to ask you the same," there's calmer voice, this one belonging to a shorter man. "We can't release her if you don't tell us what happened."

The Acting Grand Sage sighs, facing the two that have just joined him. There's a tension in the air.

"I wasn't kidnapped," he starts. "I spent the night at her house. That is all."

Woah, that sounds suspicious.

The man with the feather looks like he's about to have a stroke. His jaw has dropped. Meanwhile, the shorter man looks like he has been frozen in place, eyes nearly budging out of their sockets.

"You- huh?!" exclaimed the feathered man, head whipping in your direction, intense eyes burning into yours. "You, let HIM spend the night? HIM?"

You jolt back in surprise, not quite expecting to be talked to, hitting your head on the railing with a loud 'ping'. You grimace in pain, bound hands raising to massage the area, chains jingling as you moved.

"Get your head out of the gutter," The Acting Grand Sage snarls, standing between you and the feather man. "She cared for me when I passed out. I slept on the couch."

"Passed…out?" the feathered man frowned, voice now soft.

"Well, the doctor did say he was exhausted." the shorter man added.

"That's not the time for this," the Acting Grand Sage changes the topic. He faces the shorter man. "Will you release her?"

The shorter man ponders for a moment.

"I can remove her chains," he answers. "But she'll still have to come to the Akademiya to give a statement. A report still has to be submitted, so I'll need your statement as well, Al Haitham. I'll go to get the keys."

With that, the shorter man leaves. The feathered man looks shaken up but quickly follows after the other.

"Are…you alright?" the Acting Grand Sage asks once the two are out of earshot.

"I…I'm fine," your voice wobbles. You haven't spoken since the Matra arrested you because you were afraid that your words would have been used against you later on. Well, that and the fact that you were scared shitless. You feel pressure build behind your nose. "I'm just-"

Your sniffle cuts your sentence short. Your eyes begin to water.

Behind, you hear the two Matra shift uncomfortably. Gosh, are you really gonna cry in front of everyone? How embarrassing. You're even making the Matra feel awkward. You avoid his gaze, trying to blink away tears.

The Acting Grand Sage seems to have picked up on your discomfort as he waves the Matra away. He tried to be subtle about it, but you don't miss the considerate gesture, even with your tear-filled vision.

"There's goosebumps all over your arms," there's a faint rustling of fabric. "It's not surprising. The wind is picking up. It'll probably start raining soon."

He walks behind you, and you feel something drape over your head, blocking your sight.

It must be his cape. It's warm.

You hear him lean onto the railings, letting out a sigh. A silence fills the air between you two.

It's nice. Relaxing. Comforting.

No one will see if I cry now, right?

So, you do.

But you weren't crying out of fear. No, these are tears of relief.

And through it all- the sniffling, the sobbing, the snivelling, the man behind you never said a word. But he didn't need to.

His presence was enough. Enough for what? You don't know.

All you know is that everything is going to be alright.

You're safe here. With him.

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The scene starts with two vacant chairs in front of the camera. Then two people walk in, sitting right next to each other.

"Okay, welcome. Can you introduce yourselves please" someone from behind the camera says

"Hello! I'm Kim Y/N, and this is my husband Kim Dongyoung" you smile at the camera, gesturing to the man sitting beside you

"Just Doyoung, Hello everyone" Doyoung bows at the camera after greeting

: How long have you been married?

"Almost two years" you answer, "It will be our second anniversary next week, actually" Doyoung adds, smiling shyly.

He hears you giggle beside him, reaching over to hold his hand in yours before continuing with the interview

: Then how long have the two of you been together as a couple?

"4 years, we married kinda fast. But I knew I wanted to marry him so I asked him. I just couldn't wait" you joked, eliciting laughter from your audience

"I asked her, she asked me jokingly like she asked me one random night. At that point we've talked about it a few times. I kept thinking she was hinting something"

"You're saying that like I made you ask me" you pout at him, making Doyoung chuckle. Giving your hip a playful pinch

"I already had a ring for you. I thought you saw it that's why you kept mentioning it"

"Could've been a promise ring for all I know" you shrug

: How did the two of you meet?"

"His brother was my senior at work, Doyoung thought we were dating then we met at dinner one time. I was so awestruck of him the first time we met I got shy and didn't get to ask for his number" you tell the camera

Meanwhile Doyoung listens to you fondly with a smile on his face. The memory still fresh in his mind like it was yesterday

"I asked my brother if she was his girlfriend, when he said no I asked for her number. When I texted her asking her if she wanted to get coffee, she didn't reply to me" Doyoung adds, piquing the interest of the crew members

"I didn't reply for 3 days cause I got nervous and didn't know what to say. Then we saw each other again at the company when he picked his brother up. He thought I was avoiding him but really I was just shy"

: Then how did the two of you talked again?

This time Doyoung answered first, "My brother called her, offering her a ride home. But it was my car, I was the one driving. He even made some excuse about having an emergency meeting so in the end it was only me and her"

He can still remember that day, you were blushing so much he thought you were having a heat stroke from how red your face was. He blasted the AC in the car for you.

"We finally got coffee together before he drove me home" you said

: How did you know they were the one for you?

You play with the wedding band on Doyoung's fingers, thinking of the exact moment you knew

"I forgot my umbrella at home one time, he usually pick me up after work but that day we decided to meet at a different location. When I got there I was drenched head to toe. He scolded me so much, like all the way home. All while he was nagging, he was also taking care of me. Gave his jacket to me, then when we got to his place he immediately got a towel and made hot tea for me" you look at your husband's eyes, smiling fondly at him

"I knew I wanted that for the rest of my life"

He smiles at you, picking up your intertwined hands to kiss the back of yours before resting it back on your lap

"You know the funny thing is she didn't forget her umbrella. She gave it to me like a few days before. I dropped her off at her office and it was raining hard. She gave me her umbrella because she knows I like to buy my lunch at the store across the street from where I work" Doyoung remarks

"She's thoughtful like that, she gave her umbrella to me even though she didn't have anything to use. I knew I was going to love her for a long time and there was no way I was letting her go but she does do that a lot, make my headache and make me nag at her" he adds with a laugh

"Well I knew you were going to pick me up so" you reasoned out

: Where do you see yourself in 5 or 10 years?

"I don't really know, to be honest. I live each day as it is. I work hard everyday to be the man worthy for her. I want to be there for her, always give her the support, love and care she needs. I don't really need anything else as long as I'm with her" he says

"Me too, maybe someday we'll have kids. We've definitely talked about it. Maybe two, atleast. I love watching his relationship with his family, with his brother. I want that for our future kids too"

Doyoung watches you answer. It's like with every word you say he just falls even more inlove with you. Already it's like he's living a fairytale everyday when he's with you. Thinking about one day having kids with you, raising humans that is part you and him warms his heart even more.

: Okay, that's all. Thank you so much for sharing your time and your story with us, Mr. and Mrs. Kim. Anything else you want to say?

"When we come back for the next interview in the future, we'll bring our kids with us" you tell the camera with a big smile

"You sound so sure, honey. What if they invite us again next year?" Doyoung asks jokingly

"I mean we can make it work right?" you ask back, he knows you're messing with him. He's used to you joking with him all the time.

"We'll see you soon" he says to the camera with one final bow and you do the same

AND CUT

[okaylikeschaewon]

Chapter 2: Patience

Due to the nature of your living situation, you didn’t always get to wake up next to Chaewon, but it was always a treat when you did. Naturally, you woke up first as Chaewon was known to be a bit slow in the mornings. You slid out of bed and went to the bathroom to freshen up.

After returning to the bed, you lay down next to Chaewon again. The cute girl rolls over and reaches for her phone, still barely awake. She checks the time and quickly jumps up.

“Oh my god! I am so late!” she screams while running to the bathroom. “Why didn’t you wake me?!” she shouts through the door.

You sit up in the bed and start to smile, wondering when she would figure it out. Chaewon finishes brushing her teeth before running out of the bathroom wearing just her underwear.

“Darling…” you try to get her attention.

“Seriously I cannot believe you, what is the point of sleeping over if you’re not going to wake me up,” she rambles on while rummaging through her closet.

You start laughing, “Chaewon!”

She turns to you while holding some random clothes, “what is so funny?”

“Remember the conversation you and Kazuha had in the car yesterday?”

She angrily returns to the closet, “I don’t have time for this, we have an evaluation this morning.”

You stand up and walk to the closet. “Sweetheart,” you say while hugging her back. “Your instructor is ill, you don’t have an evaluation this morning.”

Chaewon freezes for a moment before dropping the clothes she was holding and turning around. “I’m so sorry,” she says while hugging you. “I completely forgot.”

You rub her back, “it’s alright, I get it.”

She holds onto you for a bit as if it brought her great comfort. “This means we have some time to kill,” Chaewon says softly. “How about we get back into bed?”

“We could do that,” you reply as you slide your hands down her back and grab two handfuls of her ass.

She giggles before running over to the bed. You follow her and slip under the bedsheets next to her. She kisses you on the mouth again before sliding under the sheets. She planted kisses all the way down your chest, spaced about an inch apart. She kept kissing lower until she reached your navel.

You lifted the sheets slightly so that you could see the top of her head. You slipped one hand down and placed it on the back of her head, getting a handful of her oreo hair. She slid a little bit lower until her mouth found the outline of your cock through your underwear. She pressed her lips to your tip and used her tongue to cover your underwear in her saliva.

All of a sudden there was a knock on the door and you quickly pulled down the sheets.

Eunchae peeks her head through the door slightly, “Chaewon-ah? Oh, oppa, where’s Chaewon unnie?”

“Oh, umm, she’s in the bathroom, what’s up?” you answer while Chaewon hid under the sheets.

“Could you let her know Yunjin unnie made breakfast for us?”

“Yeah of course.”

“Thanks oppa,” Eunchae smiles at you. “And of course you are also invited.”

She closes the door and Chaewon slides out from under the bedsheets. She looks at you with a bit of regret in her eyes.

“Oh, they made breakfast and are waiting for us,” you say casually.

The two of you start laughing. “I promise we’ll eventually…”

“Really, don’t worry,” you cut her off before pulling her in for a kiss.

“Tonight, no matter what, we are spending some alone time together,” Chaewon says definitively.

–

“I thought we were supposed to sleep in,” Sakura says while poking at her food.

“We did sleep in,” Yunjin replies while taking a seat next to Sakura. “It’s already ten.”

“I wanted to sleep in more,” Sakura mumbles quietly.

Next to you, Eunchae laughs quietly. “Kkura unnie is almost as bad with mornings as Chaewon unnie.”

Chaewon looks up from her food, surprised by the comment. “Hey! I didn’t even say anything.”

“She has a point though,” Yunjin says from the far side of the table.

“Yeah she’s not wrong,” Sakura adds.

“Ah, everyone is so mean today,” Chaewon whines while returning to her food.

You felt something under the table and turned to Chaewon who was sitting next to you. She, however, didn’t even look up. If she wanted your attention she had it, but it seemed like she didn’t care. Perhaps it was a mistake, you think to yourself while returning to your food. Then you felt it again, much harder against your foot. You turned to face Chaewon again.

“Hm? Do you also wanna be mean?” she asks angrily.

“Oh, I just wanted to say, isn't this breakfast lovely?” you say before turning to your right towards the other end of the table. “Thank you Yunjin.”

“Ah, finally someone appreciates what I did,” she replies happily. “You’re welcome!”

Next to you Eunchae tried to speak up, but she had just taken a big bite and was clearly struggling to speak.

“Slow down Manchae,” Sakura laughs at the younger girl. “The food isn’t going anywhere.”

Yunjin also bursts out laughing as Eunchae tries to swallow the bite. Her cheeks were so cutely plumped up while she chewed. Eventually, she gets through the food.

“I just wanted to say I also appreciate it,” Eunchae gasps.

A couple of laughs go around the table when you feel something slide up your leg. Although, this time you realized the culprit when you looked directly across the table at Kazuha who was looking down at her empty plate while smirking slightly. Her eyes peeked upwards slightly and she saw you staring at her which made her start smiling.

She was avoiding your gaze, but now she was becoming more audacious beneath the table. You felt her foot slide up your leg and onto your thigh. She pressed down playfully against the top of your thigh before bringing her other foot up onto your other thigh. She made a couple of circles with her heel before tapping her feet up and down on the top of your thighs. Then she slowly slides her feet down the insides of your thighs and spreads your legs slightly.

You could see that she was trying her best not to laugh as the rest of the table was quietly eating, completely oblivious to what was going on beneath the table. You felt her foot move forward, her toes lightly pressing down on your crotch. You could feel her sliding her foot back and forth, rubbing your private bits over your pants.

Next to you, Chaewon had finished eating and stood up from the table; She noticed Kazuha’s plate was also empty. “Zuha, can you help me with dishes?”

Kazuha quickly nods, “yeah.”

Before she could stand up, you quickly reached below the table and grabbed her ankles. She looked at you with wide-eyes while you held onto her, not letting her stand up.

“Coming?” Chaewon asks while walking towards the kitchen.

“Yeah just a second!”

Sakura, who had also just finished eating, stood up and was starting to get suspicious of what was going on. She looked down at Kazuha’s empty plate and then at you with raised eyebrows. She must have figured it out after Kazuha started to giggle, because she started walking towards the kitchen with a smile on her face while shaking her head.

After teasing Kazuha a bit more while she squirmed her feet in your lap, you finally let go of her ankles and let her go free. She stands up, still giggling, before walking over to the kitchen with her empty plate. The other two girls at the table paid no attention as Eunchae was still happily eating while Yunjin was checking something on her phone.

You finish up the rest of your food before also getting up and dropping your plate off in the kitchen. Kazuha was rinsing off the dishes and loading the dishwasher with Sakura when she saw you walk up. Kazuha started to smirk again, turning to face away from you. Sakura washed her hands, very aware of what was going on, and then gave Kazuha’s butt a playful slap before leaving the kitchen and going to her room.

You place your plate in the sink while very intentionally leaning as close to Kazuha as you could, placing one hand on her back while the other reaches into the sink. The Japanese girl giggles before trapping your arm between her arm and her body. She held your arm tight against her body, and you could feel every muscle of her superb core.

“You’re stuck,” she says matter-of-factly as she continues to rinse the dishes.

You slide your other hand around her back so that it is pressed against her core from the other side, putting Kazuha in a bit of a hug. “No, you’re trapped.”

She playfully wiggles her body, pretending to try and break free, all while smiling brightly back over her shoulder towards you.

“Let me go,” she whines adorably before spinning in your grip with incredible strength so that she’s facing towards you with your arms still wrapped around her sides.

The two of you were now face to face. Kazuha was staring deeply into your eyes, and for a brief moment that playfully naughty girl disappeared. She was beautiful with very minimal makeup on. Then, all of a sudden, she brought her wet hands up and flicked a few water drops onto your face: The exuberant girl was back. You let go of her and wiped your face while she giggled, and you found yourself also smiling.

You left the kitchen and headed upstairs to Chaewon’s room while Kazuha returned to the dishes. As you entered her room, you found her sitting at her desk, once again in her underwear. She was touching up her makeup, applying a bit of eyeliner.

“Kazuha’s flirting with me again.”

Chaewon looks up at you and laughs before quickly returning her attention to the mirror. “Yeah, remind me to set up that date later.”

You walk up behind Chaewon and bury your face into her neck. “When will you be back?” you ask while she continues to finish up her makeup.

“It’s hard to say, I think it might be a bit late tonight,” she answers, a bit of regret in her voice. “You can come in again, but I have a feeling I won’t get much break time today. Our comeback is too soon.”

“Why do you have to practice so much, you’re already so perfect.”

She smiles at you through the mirror. “I’m not perfect, but I am sorry that I’ve been so busy.”

You turn your face and give her a kiss on the cheek before standing up straight. “It’s alright, I’ll just get some work done and then we can hangout tonight like you promised,” you respond while taking a seat on her bed.

She turns around on her chair so that she’s facing you, her expression showing sadness. “Will you at least stay here? We have food and snacks downstairs, you can help yourself to anything.”

You smiled understandingly and nodded. “I’ll be waiting for you.”

–

The day went by relatively uneventfully. You basically switched between working and watching random YouTube videos throughout the day. You got a couple of texts from Chaewon throughout the day whenever she had a quick break, it seemed like she would be later than expected tonight.

Despite procrastinating quite a bit, you actually ended up getting a lot of work done. It was nice to get ahead, knowing that in a couple of days Le Sserafim would be releasing Antifragile and you would want your schedule to be free during those initial promos.

It was starting to get late and you were honestly getting a bit tired, so you decided to lay down on Chaewon’s bed. It felt comfier than normal, and you felt your eyelids getting heavier. Maybe it would be best to take a quick nap, you thought. You slowly dozed off to sleep.

After a short nap, you woke up and checked the time. It was already 1 AM and the girls weren’t back yet. This wasn’t particularly uncommon, it wouldn’t be the first time they were out this late practicing. You decided to just relax for a bit and listen to a bit of music.

Eventually, you heard a bit of commotion downstairs. You started to hear the sound of their voices as they just got home. There were a couple of footsteps coming up the stairs when Chaewon opens her door and walks in.

She looked absolutely exhausted, and your heart sank a little bit seeing her this tired. She walked forward towards the bed and then crashed down onto your body.

“I’m tired,” she whispered with the side of her face resting on your chest.

You hugged her and rubbed her back. “It’s so late, you must be exhausted.”

“We practiced and practiced and practiced, and then since our instructor wasn’t feeling well we had to send her videos of our practice. Then while she reviewed them, we worked out, just to come back and practice more with her feedback.”

You leaned forward and kissed the top of her head. “Awwh, I’m proud of you. You worked so hard today.”

“It was the last hard day,” she sighs. “We scored extremely well, so the next few days are going to be much lighter. They want us fresh and ready for the comeback.” She lifts herself up so that she can see your face. “I promised we would spend some time together tonight,” she says.

You pulled her up closer and kissed her softly. Very gently moving your mouth against hers before leaning back. “I think it’s best if you get some rest.”

“I can… I can still-”

You kiss her again, stopping her mid sentence. Your hands gently explore her back while you kiss.

“Sweetheart, you don’t need to do anything tonight,” you say softly.

She lets out a heavy sigh and falls back onto your body. “I really love you,” she whispers warmly into your chest.

Before you could say it back, she had fallen asleep. You would be lying if you said you weren’t a little bit disappointed, but you cared so much more about her wellbeing over anything else. You let the feel of her breathing bring you into a cathartic trance for a bit before deciding to get some water.

You carefully roll over the precious girl so that she’s laying on her back and tuck her in. You get out of the bed and give her a little kiss on the forehead before leaving the room and heading downstairs. When you get there, you find Eunchae sitting on the couches by herself, watching some drama on the TV. You head into the kitchen and pour a glass of water.

“Feeling better?” you ask.

Eunchae turns around, “yeah, a lot better, it really did just take one day.” She sees you holding the glass of water and starts to smile mischievously. “You better hurry up, Chaewon unnie seems to get very upset when you take too long getting her a drink.”

You chuckle at her silliness when the two Japanese members appear. Kazuha walks right up to you and takes the glass out of your hand before sitting down at one of the kitchen stools and downing it. Sakura walks over to where Eunchae was sitting.

“Alright, show me where,” Sakura instructs as she opens a little jar of ointment.

Eunchae lifts her pant leg up to show some mild bruising while Sakura begins applying the ointment. It wasn’t uncommon for idols to have small injuries after practice, especially for certain choreo.

“You guys must have worked so hard today,” you remark as you watch Sakura.

She looks over at you while massaging Eunchae’s leg. “It’s part of the business,” she says with a tired but soft smile.

You sit on the stool next to Kazuha. “You feeling alright? I heard you had a long day” you ask the girl.

“Feeling great,” she says quietly as she leans her head onto your shoulder.

Her response was a bit of a shock, usually she had all the playful energy in the world when it came to you. She was still the same Kazuha, but you could tell she was way too tired to tease you tonight. You rub her thigh gently, letting her rest on you.

“I’m so excited for you girls,” you comment, but Kazuha doesn’t respond. “Are you sure you’re alright?”

You feel her head nod against your shoulder. It was strange, you’ve never seen Kazuha acting this way with you. You think back to what Chaewon said about Kazuha never having a romantic relationship before. There was this weird bond of affection between the two of you right now, and you could feel the amount of comfort she felt around you.

Seeing Kazuha in this vulnerable state made your insides fill with warmth. You never really addressed it before, but you genuinely cherished the relationship you had built with Kazuha. You cared for her in an unexplainable way. It brought you great satisfaction knowing she was as comfortable around you as she was.

Sakura stands up from the couch and walks over to you. “Here, in case Chaewon needs it,” she says while handing you the little jar. “Come on Zuha, bed time.” Sakura pulls Kazuha off of you with both hands and the girl starts walking towards her bedroom. “Eunchae, make sure Yunjin also takes care of herself,” Sakura adds while Eunchae stands up and stretches.

You start refilling the glass of water when Eunchae walks towards the stairs. She sees you filling the glass and giggles. “Yah Eunchae stop being silly,” you laugh as the girl runs up the stairs. You down the glass before refilling it once more for Chaewon and heading upstairs.

“What was that all about?” Sakura asks, confused by the interaction.

“Eunchae won’t stop teasing Chaewon and me about… stuff.”

“Ahh,” Sakura interjects. ”Stuff...”

There is a bit of an awkward silence between the two of you as Sakura looks around the room with her lips pursed.

You decide to break the silence. “You do a really great job of taking care of them all.”

There is a short pause before she replies.

“I feel like…” she begins while staring at the glass in your hand. “Since I’m the oldest, and I’ve been in the industry for so long, I feel like it’s my responsibility to look out for them.”

“You’ve always looked out for others, it’s one of the things I used to love so much about you.”

You notice her cheeks gain a tint of rosiness as she looks away, another awkward silence falls upon the two of you.

“You… also do a good job,” Sakura says quietly.

“Oh.”

It felt like the wrong thing to say, but you had no idea how to respond.

Sakura looks up at you, a bit of regret in her expression. “Sorry, I meant like with Chaewon. I can see how happy you make her. Also the others, you may not realize it, but the way they treat you is the way they only treat the other members. You’re basically an extension of our group at this point.”

She was speaking quickly, something Sakura did when she got stressed. Memories started to flood back in, and without thinking you took a step towards her. She looked up at you with her eyes wide in shock. She froze. The two of you stood there staring at each other.

Sakura closed her eyes slowly, and she began to slightly move her lips forward. Right before your lips touched, her eyes shot open and fear filled her pupils. She quickly turned around, and you heard her sniffle quietly.

“Sakura… I’m so sorry,” you begin as you reach for her hand.

She pulls away at your touch. “Don’t apologize, nothing happened,” she says, her voice wavering. “I’ll… goodnight,” she says while briskly heading towards her room, wiping her eyes as she walks.

You stood there by yourself in the silence of the house, a rush of emotions bombarding your brain. You bring your fist to your forehead and tap it lightly, regretting everything that just happened, before walking up the stairs.

After returning to Chaewon’s room you quietly place the glass and the ointment on her side table. You pick up your bag and start heading to the door.

“Don’t go,” Chaewon whispers from the bed.

Your heart skips a beat when you turn around to see Chaewon is awake. You put your bag down and walk back over to the bed, sitting next to her and stroking her short hair. She looked adorably tiny as she was tucked into the sheets. You felt a painful tinge of betrayal inside you as you looked down at her, but you didn’t want her to know.

“You sure? I don’t want you to get in trouble,” you reply hesitantly.

“Please can you stay with me,” she requests with utmost tenderness.

You felt awful, the way she was asking you so desperately after what just happened downstairs behind her back. You wanted to confess, but you didn’t have it in you to hurt her tonight. Not when she was this vulnerable.

You lean down and kiss her before sliding into the bedsheets. “Of course I can.”

She turns to face you with a confused expression. “Do you not want to stay or something?”

It hurt you so much to hide things from her, but you noticed the slightest quiver in her lip and you just couldn’t find the strength to confess. At least, not for now.

“I always want to stay with you,” you answer. It was the truth, you still loved her more than anything.

Content with your answer, Chaewon slides over closer to you. “Tomorrow is a shorter day by the way, and then we get the next day off.”

“Perfect,” you mutter as you close your eyes and try to let your body relax. You felt Chaewon put an arm around your torso, cuddling as close as possible. As she fell asleep with her arms around you, there was this worry in the back of your mind that she could feel your heart pumping like you had just run a marathon.

–

You were blessed enough to wake up next to Chaewon again this morning, and you found that she was still holding onto you. You started to carefully remove her arms so that you could get up, but you felt her squeeze tighter.

“There’s still time,” she says quietly, her eyes still closed.

You fall back into the soft pillows. “I didn’t realize you were awake, did you sleep alright?”

She slowly opens her eyes, “best I’ve slept in a while.”

“So how much time do we have?” you ask as you slide a hand down her body and give her butt a playful squeeze.

She giggles before sitting up in the bed. “Not enough time for that, unfortunately,” she answers before leaning over and giving you a short kiss on the cheek. “Tonight, though, I am free.”

“Text me when you’re done, I’ll come pick you up.”

You relaxed in her bed for a bit longer while watching her get ready. After the girls left, you stopped by the store on your way home to pick up a few ingredients. You had planned to make Chaewon a home-cooked meal tonight since you knew the girls ended up eating out a lot these days; The menu would include a spicy kimchi jjigae and some meat that you’d be grilling. You returned home and spent the day working until you got a text from Chaewon.

CW: hey, just wrapping up now

YOU: yeah I’ll be there soon

You grab your keys and put on a jacket before heading to your car.

–

“Whoa whoa whoa!” you shout as Chaewon jumps into your arms. “Someone’s excited.”

“We got so much praise today,” she says while smiling brightly, her legs wrapped around your waist. “And now they gave us time to relax before d-day.”

You gently put her down. “Good job! I’m so proud,” you say, pulling her into a hug. Over her shoulder you saw the rest of the group walking by. You noticed Sakura was watching the two of you, but as soon as you looked over she turned away as if she didn’t want you to notice. Before you could process what happened, you felt another pair of arms wrap around you.

“We did it!” Kazuha shouts, joining in on the hug.

Another body joins in. “Let’s go girls!” Yunjin exclaims.

It seems you were part of the girls now as the three of them were giggling and jumping up and down while hugging you.

“We’re going out as a group tomorrow, you wanna come?” Yunjin asks you as the girls separate.

“Ah, I don’t know, maybe it should be a thing with just the members?” you answer hesitantly.

“Oh stop being a baby,” Eunchae adds from the side. “Just come.”

The four of them were pestering you, trying to convince you to tag along when Sakura speaks up from the side.

“I think it would be nice if you came,” she says softly.

The two of you made eye contact and for a moment it was as if the world paused, but only for the two of you.

“Alright fine I’ll come.”

The other four erupt in cheers, and Kazuha hugs you hard from behind making you buckle forward. It was a movie-esque scene of happiness, but for some reason you had a peculiar feeling in the back of your mind.

“What are we even doing by the way?” you ask as the girls start walking towards the van, trying to ignore the intrusion.

“We don’t know yet,” Yunjin replies. “We’ll figure it out later.”

“Can we get ice cream?” Eunchae asks. “I’ve been craving mint chocolate ice cream.”

“Ewwwww,” Kazuha whines. “That’s the worst flavor.”

“What?!” Chaewon counters while standing next to Eunchae like her bodyguard. “I’m team mint chocolate all the way.”

“Girls girls, stop fighting,” Sakura interjects as she joins the group like a mother. “We can all go get ice cream tomorrow. As long as it’s not mint chocolate,” she adds.

All hell breaks loose as the girls start arguing, and you find yourself just watching the commotion with Yunjin.

“What side are you on?” you ask her.

She shrugs her shoulders. “I’m a fan but not enough to fight over it. It must be a top-floor type of thing.”

You chuckle at her comment as a van pulls up.

“Uh, girls, I think this is for you.”

They ignore you completely and continue debating about various ice cream flavors.

“GIRLS!” Yunjin shouts, making all of them turn to face her in shock. “Our ride is here,” she adds casually with a warm smile.

Everyone looked a bit confused for a moment, but then they started making their way towards the van.

“Are you going with him?” Sakura asks Chaewon.

“Yeah, I’ll meet everyone back at the dorm tomorrow.”

“Oooo, spending the night,” Eunchae teases. “Oppa, make sure you get her whatever drink she wants.”

Both Sakura and Chaewon playfully scold the younger girl as she enters the van. Sakura gives Chaewon a quick hug before turning to you. It looked like she wanted to say something, but instead she just nodded respectfully before also entering the van behind the others. All of the other members leave while Chaewon stays behind with you. After they turn the corner, she latches onto your arm and looks up at you cutely.

“We might not know the plan for tomorrow, but I know what I want to do tonight,” she says seductively.

“And what would that be?” you ask while pulling her into a hug and slowly sliding your hand down the back of her pants.

“Yah, not here in public,” she responds in a hushed tone while pushing your arm and giggling.

“Why not? We have plenty of privacy.”

The two of you watch as a car drives by before looking at each other and laughing.

“You just have to wait a little longer, I promise,” she says lovingly to you.

“I don’t want to wait anymore.”

She starts to smirk up at you. “Oh yeah? You want to strip me down, bend me over, and fuck me right here in front of my company building?”

“Yeah, and I don’t give a shit who watches,” you growl while pushing her against your car door.

Chaewon was starting to get extremely flustered, her breathing was becoming erratic. “Keep talking like that and I might just let you,” she moans.

“Let me?” you spoke the words directly into her ear while putting your hands against the car on either side of her small frame. “I’m going to have you begging for it,” you whisper into her ear before leaning in and nibbling lightly on her earlobe.

She sharply inhales at the feel of your lips and her body slumps down slightly as if she was losing the ability to hold herself up.

“I won’t… beg…” she pants as your mouth had slid down her neck.

You kiss her soft skin, making her tilt her head upwards to the sky above. You kiss her a few more times, but you take it slower now and make sure your lips press against every piece of her skin. You stand up straight and press your body as close to hers as possible with your face right beside hers.

Your hands leave the car and find refuge on Chaewon’s ass. You give her a very hard and thorough grope, and she fills your ears with her heavy breaths. As you groped her soft ass, you pushed your chest even harder against her body, pinning her to the car. You could feel her soft tits pushing back, forming to the shape of your body.

If you were to release her now, you were certain she would fall to the ground. She had no more strength, she was like playdough in your hands now. You lean back slightly so that you are face to face again, and you see her half-lidded eyes in a trance.

Her mouth was slightly agape, and you took the opportunity to press your lips against hers again. This time the kiss was far more wet than last time, but you didn’t care. All you cared about was having her body in your control.

“Fine,” she moans after you free her lips. “Just fuck me already.”

You step back and open the car door for her. She had a look of visible disappointment and frustration with you; She actually wanted you to take her right here in the middle of the street. It was, obviously, far too risky though. You leaned forward and gave her a kiss on the cheek before the two of you sat down in your car. You noticed she had a conflicted look on her face.

You smile at her. “Sweetie, I’m not going to be responsible for you losing your career.”

She sighs understandingly. “I know, you just… got me excited.”

You reach your hand over into her lap. “Show me how excited you are.” you demand as you slide your fingers into her sweatpants and press them against her underwear, feeling a moist spot through the fabric.

Chaewon grabs your wrist. “Wait til we’re home, I can’t do this anymore.”

You stare at her pleading face for a moment before uttering a single word.

“No.”

Your hand slips down her underwear and immediately finds her tight folds. You rub the skin back and forth, making her juices pour out like a faucet, before pressing down around her pussy. Her grip on your wrist went limp as a singular, drawn out breath escaped her lips.

As you were starting to coat your fingers with her warm nectar, she clenched down on your arm by squeezing her legs tightly. She was glaring at you in the most lustfully rage-filled way possible.

“I’m going to fucking kill you if you don’t start driving,” she breathes while her lower body squirms.

The corners of your lips raise involuntarily and you start to withdraw your hand. Chaewon, however, wouldn’t allow it, and she kept her legs tightly closed with both of her hands grabbing your wrist now. You couldn’t contain your smile as you reached over with the far hand to shift into drive.

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A/N:

Unforgiven is amazing and I can't stop listening to it. SOTY material for me so far. Also, very inspiring when it comes to writing this story! I'm not going to really explain anything, I want the words to do the talking for me. Hit a few notes that I wasn't expecting to hit in this chapter, but overall happy with how it turned out.

As always, let me know what you think if you would like to share your thoughts. You can reach me basically anywhere.

[teddybeartoji]

HAI MICKEY MY GIRL BONER IS SO HARD FOR SATORU :3

bf satoru ! who literally worships the ground you walk on . he picks you up and will carry you effortlessly when he sees you about to step in a puddle . not on his watch !

bf satoru ! who loves to spoil you and spend his money on you . you can text him one day about some earrings you thought were pretty , and he'd text you back saying "check ur doorstep ;)" AND THE SAME ONES YOU WANTED WERE THERE .

bf satoru ! who loves when you send photos of yourself to him . and he'll always be your no.1 hypeman , saying something along the lines of "i just came in my pants UR SO PRETTY".

bf satoru ! who is so weak for you . he would submit to you so fast if you asked . he'd do anything for you . he loves innocent kisses that turn into full blown makeout sessions , and he's practically drooling into your mouth while panting , not that you mind , though .

bf satoru ! who overstims himself overstimming you . you're on your umpth orgasm and so is he . he's leaning forward to press kisses against the corner of your mouth , which eventually moves to your neck . he's hardly in control anymore . "t-toru- 's too much.." you whine , and the sound of your voice alone is enough to get him off . "shh- jus' one more , pretty .. 'hmygod-" and he babbles about how good you feel . whiny satoru ftw !!

anyway im done for now ily pooka :3

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM i'm abt to explode i can't take much more of this jj............ he's literally the best boyfriend ever he really does fucking WORSHIPPP the ground you walk on it's his job . absolutely adores spoling you, he loves the look you get on your face when he hands you the item you had been eyeing all day yesterday lmao he does not hold back on that at all he goes all out if you say that you want a house he's getting you a fucking house alright.

AND HE LOOOOVES WHEN YOU SEND HIM PICS not just like outfit pics either he wants to see EVERYTHING he loves your blurry 'bad' selfies so fucking much they're literally his favourite. he also really likes if you send him any pics of you doing like the most random domestic things like for example you send him a pic of you brushing your teeth in your pjmas through the mirror and he literally moans out loud at that lmao and yes he does actually jerk off to that very pic and he will send you proof of that:333333333

"who overstims himself overstimming you" YES. YES YES YES YES. he just gets sooo fucking into it that he doesn't even really realize how much it is for you.. licks into your mouth while ramming his hips into yours ohhhhh he fucking looves kissing you so much he needs to be on you like glue at all times, esp during sex. he's pressing the sloppiest kisses all over your face and your jaw and your neck and oh god it feels so good mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm he loves the way you squirm and mewl under him btw it's literally his favourite thing ever!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

wait i also needed to add that he loves sucking your fingers. thank you

[igglemouse]

The morning light pulls me from my sleep as the headache reminds me that I've probably had a little too much to drink but not too much to have forgotten about yesterday.

The room around me is bland and simple, a space that's mine but one can hardly tell with how impersonal it is right now. It might as well be a hotel room.

Still I am thankful. I do miss home, deeply, but at the same time I realize I can't go back and that here, Oasis Springs, isn't so bad. My father, a man I don't enjoy mentioning as he is a horrible person and yet for some reason he's done me this kindness.

I wanted to deny this, to say no to this simple bit of fortune, but that would have left me as prey among wolves...

The kitchen is my sanctuary. Despite waking up with darker thoughts the moment the mixer starts mixing a smile forms on my face. Ideas push into my mind about how to give my waffles a bit more kick but not only that, what else can I sell for my food stand?

Just the act of cooking is meditative for me. It's ancient alchemy you know? Our ancestors would just stuff whatever they found in their mouths and might throw it over a fire but how far have we come from those times?

I am surrounded by modernity. Bottles of sauces and jars of spices. Each honed over the decades to add texture, flavor, and aroma, making this all a science not only to enhance taste but also to tickle the soul.

Making simoleons however is not so much a science. I started earlier in the day which might have hurt me because in the end only forty simoleons were made. I could say that this was the worst day ever but then again forty is better than four.

Perhaps there is a secret to it, finding the right time, the right dishes, the sweet spot? I don't know. All I can do is pack up and try again tomorrow.

The day's light fades and with it the realization that expectations were not met. Again. This whole food stand business has really been a story of ups and downs and while I'm sure I can take it, it doesn't make the process any less frustrating.

I sink into the cushion of my couch, flip on my TV, and spend some time wondering what can be done to be a lot more consistent. Improving my skills obviously, the better the food tastes the more likely people come back over and over again. Skill will come with time, practice, and patience.

Perhaps its my marketability that is lacking? Watching commercials is a reminder that sometimes a good advertisement campaign is all a product or service needs to make simoleons.

An insistent knock at the door breaks up my thinking. That's right, I do have an expected guest today...

Of course my visitor is the increasingly familiar face of Pascal of of course I step aside and invite him inside. He takes a moment to take in my small place, the hint of being impressed on his face but its only a hint because he opts not to say anything other than to ask if he might sit.

There isn't much here, a couch, a table, and a bed. My only income is my food stand and that's not at all reliable yet and so the dining table seems as good a spot for a conversation as any.

"So, what's up?" I ask, suddenly feeling nervous, even more so than my conversation with him yesterday? How does that happen? I guess because then I thought he was just some random handsome guy and now I know that he's very ambitious and might just be the most eligible bachelor in town.

"Dunno, just wanted to see you again is all," he says casually but still looks around some. "You have a nice place."

"Gracias," it's then I take a small breath and calm myself. He's here, isn't he? He doesn't have to be and yet he is. The attraction is mutual, I assure myself, so I should act like it.

"Flower Day is tomorrow," he mentions, as if that has some meaning to me. It doesn't, not really. I've always thought of it more as a filler holiday. "I was wondering if maybe you wanted to do something together?"

"A date?"

He chuckles. "I guess you can call it that, yeah."

There's a lot of confidence in his offer as if it is a formality itself, he expects a yes, and I plan to give him one but only after one question is answered. "Why me?"

"Why you?" This catches him off guard. "What do you mean?"

"You don't have a lack of options, I am sure, so what makes me stand out from the others?"

This draws another laugh and a look my way as if I have asked a silly question. I suppose I'm just not used to seeing the worth in myself. I mean eventually I figured I'd find love and settle down and start a family but I certainly didn't come to Oasis Springs with that in mind. It was more like I was pushed out into the desert and forced to survive. Any friendly travelers I meet on the way would be appreciated but not necessary, never necessary.

"You're humble," he says breaking a silence between us I wasn't aware of until his voice made it apparent. "A lot of the women that approach me or vice versa expect it all and its clear that they only see my ambition, not me. They make me feel like I'd be the supporting character in their story and nothing else."

"There is nothing wrong with being a supporting character-"

"But mainly, I want a woman who is prepared for failure."

"Failure?"

He leans in just a little, taking the measure of me, seeking eye contact as if it was all he needed from me. "If I break my leg in three places would you still be with me?"

"I-I didn't even know you played for a pro team!" I say jokingly but also defensively.

"Exactly!" He says with some satisfaction. "So, tomorrow? Date?"

I push out a breath and give my head a nod. Before, the answer would have been yes but now? Yes? I'm a little less sure, this conversation felt more like a try out than just two people getting to know each other. "Yeah, sure, let's see what happens."

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[sugajimin]

BTS RANDOM NUMBER GENERATOR GAME!

Hello everyone!! I created a game for every content creator that sometimes wants to create but doesn’t know from where to start. I was in that position yesterday and I remembered this “game” I used to do all the time back when I was playing “The sims4″, and I thought why not I make it into a BTS Game! 

So what we need is the google number generator and an excel with the categories. I spend 2 hours of my life to create the Excel and I will list the links for both the excel and the google generator link down bellow! Also I will kindly ask you to read some of the instructions I will give here because I know some people will have questions. Let’s go:

1. BTS RANDOM NUMBER GENERATOR 

2.Google Number Generator

Instructions

As you can see the first line has the categories.

We have 2 main categories. The “Members” and “Content”.

Under the 1st line I give you the numbers you’ll need for the generator, from where the category starts and where it ends

You simple generate from 4 to 11 to get a member or ot7 then you go to the second category and you generate the 4 to 25 to get the content. As you can see most of the Content options have " * ” on them. What it means is that If you get this, you find the specific category to regenerate and  get one option. For example, if you get Awards Show.. you go to the Award Show category and you generate which award show it ll be. And that’s it!!

Notes:

For some categories I didn’t add more details because I can’t just type down 1k videos from Bangtan TV. What I would do If I get a category that has no specific number or episode etc.. I would choose 3-4 videos and generate a number . For example for the Award Show, if you get MAMA, just use 2014 - 2022 and see which year you ll get. For In the Soop, if it had 7 eps you do the 1 to 7 etc. 

The Talk Show Category has shows that DO NOT feature all the members sometimes,  I mostly added them to give you an Idea so It’s up to you if you want to follow that category or not!

For Memories you do the same thing.. you see how many CDs are there and then you choose the videos.

For the Interview Category, I have to admit I was lazy to add all the interviews from 2013 to today, so I give you the link to 0613data that have everything organized and honestly I used their content as a guide to create this. You can choose which interview you want with the same logic as I give here!

Lastly, If you feel like something is missing you can always create and add more. Use this as a template and fill it with anything you want to include!! Remember I made this for us to have fun and escape that “block” when it comes to what to create!! 

Sorry for my english and explanation, I am not good with words, I hope you understood! 

Let me know what you think and have fun everyone! :D

P.S: I think you can download the excel from the link I gave you, if not then let me know to add a dl link

[kanmom51]

hi, so im a jikooker myself and i was really supporting the theory that "letter" is a love song not for armys but for jungkook, and it seemed like that until i watched today's suchwita episode and jimin explicitly said it was a fan song. im gonna let go of the theory and just believe what jm said bc im not like some certain ppl. what do you think abt it?

Hey @arsonkoobi, I'll leave you with several posts I wrote on the matter.

At the end of the day, it's your decision what to believe.

Just know this:

If you indeed think they are a couple, and a closeted couple at that, then you KNOW that JM couldn't come right out and say that Letter is a song he is addressing to JK, right?

Just checking.

It's also funny that Karmy are so adamant about this being a song for JK disguised as a song for army. Could it be because they have a better understanding of their culture, their society, their language?

And one more question, food for thought.

Why, after the album came out and that little beautiful secret song came out with it, didn't JM add it to his Face playlist?

The cat was literally out of the sack at that point.

If this is a song for army, his fans, wouldn't he have added it to his playlist, for all his fans to hear what he has to say to them?

In Suchwita while talking about Letter, we get Serendipity playing in the background, why? Why not Letter? His song for his fans. A song for all army, not only those that bought the physical album?

I get the hidden track thing, that doesn't make Letter for JK, but you know what does? The lyrics, the language, not only the fact that JK is on there with him, but also the timing, when he joins in with JM, the fact that yes, it's hidden, but hidden tracks after the surprise are celebrated non stop, this one, it isn't, not by him.

JM is keeping it intimate and private and small (as much as he can) because it's not for army, it's not for us, not really. It's a song for the love of his life, a song filled with love and hope for the uncertain future ahead of them.

Anyway, hope you do take the time to read my posts. Give it some thought and reach your own conclusion.

[lilith-little-world]

When I was younger, I had a thing for that trope. Maybe it was due to having something very similar happened to me. Dreams are weird things, so I never questioned it until 6 (?) dreams later he kept invading my dreams. I always wanted to write them down and make a story about them but eh, I never got to it.

Anyways I got fanfics to write. Better to write those than that whole mess.

This one is a short one, but I'm planning to add parts to it. Just so I got something to do when I can't come up with the concept oneshots. Also bad grammar and sentence structure, I was like half asleep when I wrote this.

I Saw You Once In A Dream, Maybe|| Oneshot Pt. 1

It was the new year and you were spending time with your family. Last night was spent with a small feast and fireworks but now here you were washing the plates and pans. It was the least you can do since your parents made the feast for yesterday. Doesn't hurt to help clean up a bit.

“Sweetheart, tell me, are you seeing anybody?” Your mother asks while putting away the dishes.

“Sadly and fortunately, nope. Taking a break from all that.”

“I told you that person was no good for you, but you didn't want to listen to your mother.”

“You made it sound like we had ended things terribly, in reality, I just didn't have feelings for them.”

“It's always the same thing. I know, you didn't have any feelings but why did you give them a chance?”

You hand your mother the last plate, shrugging. Honestly, you didn't know why. Maybe the personality or looks that reminded you of someone? Possibly.

“Maybe, I was meant to be single forever.”

“Don’t say things like that, there's always a person for someone. Romantically or platonically. It just takes a while, that's all.”

“Then that person sure is taking their sweet time.”

You sigh tiredly, this wasn't your first time having this conversation with her. Even though her intentions were in a good place, after the first 10, it becomes tiring.

“Here, let me give you some leftovers to take home.”

There she went to get a big tupperware and fill it to the brim with food.

‘At least she tries.’

You smile and help your mother. It wasn't long until you left. Saying your goodbyes to your parents. Driving around the city, filled with life. Many people start off the new year with an exciting day. Going out, shopping, eating at a restaurant, spending it with family or friends, a significant other…

Okay, maybe your mother’s worries were definitely in a good and reasonable place to worry. You try to appear that you're doing fine, but in truth, you were lonely and craving for someone.

‘That's enough, thinking for one day. Time to turn off my mind.’

You get out of your car and walk around the busy streets. A crowd doing the same thing as you. Looking at the shops and cafe, wondering where to go next.

‘Remember kids, if you're feeling depressed or lonely buy some clothes and make-up and hope it fills the void.’

You notice a shop’s window, looking at the merchandise. It was all Monkey King theme. Journals, pens, keychains, stuffed toys, and so on.

“Or buy some merch…” You told yourself softly, lost in thought. It was a small stuffed toy of the famous monkey. Something in you demanded the toy. You obeyed and bought it, feeling a lot happier. It was a cute toy to own and is no bigger than your hands, it won't take much space. You bought a few more things, a few fine-tip pens and a journal. In other words, the day wasn't so bad.

The sun had set and you finally got home, exhausted. The house was empty and dark, with nothing but silence. A sigh escapes from your lips. The loneliness slowly swallows you up. Head to your room, not even trying to turn on the lights. You throw the bag at some random corner and collapse onto your bed. Just wanting the night to end.

You didn't know when you fell asleep, but your buzzing mind went silent. Like the room, you are sleeping in. Maybe your lonely mind was getting tired of your sulking and gave you a strange dream. I mean, what else can you it

It was bright, too bright. Things were fuzzy as your mind blocked out the voices talking to you. However, what you noticed was that you were looking in a mirror. You couldn't get a good look from being fuzzy so looking down, you noticed a red dress. There was golden embroidery of… Well, you couldn't make out what it was. It was blurry.

“Today is the big day! Are you excited?”

Turning to face the young woman with a blurry face. You couldn't help but look at her confused.

‘Excited for what?’, you wanted to say, but your mouth couldn't move.

Next thing you knew, the scenery changed and you were outside. The scene reminds you of a wedding.

Wait-

‘Is this my wedding?!’

You wanted to look around and see if anything cleared up, but it was still fuzzy and blurry as you walked down the aisle. The Wedding March, clearly playing as you came closer to the groom. Who was oddly more blurred than the others?

Okay, now that was rude. As much as this dream was crazy, your mind could have at least come up with a groom and then given you a blurry mess. You never had a greater urge to wake up than right at this moment.

You let the dream play out, as the ceremony went on. The groom held your hand, his hands were rough yet soft. Holding yours gently as if afraid to hurt you. His eyes were on you and a warm feeling filled your chest. You couldn't help but stare at him, trying to get a good look at his face. Slowly it unblurred as you saw a strange mark on his face and the unusual golden glow of his eyes.

“I promise nothing will tear us apart. I will fight the whole celestial army again if it means I can stay by your side.” He said, grinning at you.

“You're going to jinx yourself and when I'm around I'll keep you out of trouble so you won't have to fight the celestial army again.”

The words left your mouth. As much as you were confused, you found this cute. So you stopped questioning this dream and enjoyed this moment.

He leans into you, just inches away from your lips.

Beep, beep, beep, beep-

You grab your phone that was still in your pocket. Turning off the alarm, groaning.

“When the dream was starting to get good.”

You smothered your face into your pillow and let out a small scream.

“Why do I have to wake up?”

Begrudgingly, you got out of bed. The sunlight peeking through your curtains showers the room with light.

‘Right, I got work to do. That dream was nice while it lasted.’

Better to move on when the harsh reality demands more attention. Anyways it was just a simple dream that your lonely mind came up with.

Right?

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