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nariism · 11 months ago

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across the violet sky — lyney

"you look beautiful in the moonlight."

synopsis. all that fretting was over nothing, because he's looking at you now and the only thing he can think of saying is...

wc. ~1.5k

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"You did what?"

Lyney flinches at his twin's harsh tone, the words seething out through her grit teeth. He pauses in his rummaging, deflating with his hands hovering over the open box.

You had originally agreed on helping them set up for their next show, even going so far as to personally arrange for all the props to be transported to the Opera Epiclese. But you're nowhere to be found now, leaving the magician sweating under the cold gaze of his dear sister.

"Lyney—" She sighs, fingers pinching at the bridge of her nose. And he knows he's messed up big time to elicit such a powerful emotion from her. "How could you do that? Y/N has been nothing but amazing in helping us through all of this."

It was true that you had been supportive to a fault ever since you first stumbled into a performance way back when. Since then, you'd always looked at the pair with stars in your eyes, perhaps hoping that one day your beloved would pull you onto the stage despite his repeated worries about props misfiring or sabotage.

He had never worried about that sort of thing until he was framed. He'd be damned if you were to be injured during one of his shows.

So he banished you to the audience, swore to himself that he would never endanger you by pulling you into the spotlight of the stage. And he upheld that promise to himself, until you finally broke him down with such honeyed smiles and even sweeter words.

Because he was weak when it came to those he loved, he caved in just to see the joy shining in your eyes. He didn't have time to regret his decision—not when you were already leaping into his arms with a chanting prayer of thanks on your tongue.

And now...

"I know, I know..." he huffs in frustration, resuming in busying his hands with the contents of the box. "But what was I supposed to do? I owed Father's friends a huge favour and this—"

"Are you really choosing Father's approval over your relationship?"

He stops again, eyes cast solely on the props in his hands. One of the associates of the House demanded that his child be put into the show as an assistant. You were visibly hurt when he had informed you of the last minute change, and hadn't heard from you since.

While he would have normally chased after you in such a moment, he was too preoccupied with preparing everything for the changes made to the performance to worry about where you'd gone or the extent of how upset you were.

"What would you have me do?"

Lynette saunters over to her brother's side, crouching down beside him. Her hand gently guides his own down to place the props back into their spots.

"Making sure they're okay would be a good place to start."

The magician makes a face, lip jutted out in a half-pout as he considers it. Yes, he would be distracted if you were on his mind this way after all. It would be better to clear the air before the show started. His sister was always the more level-headed of the two of them—the soft yet stern voice of reason when he was being careless.

"You're right," he concedes. Lynette was always right.

He doesn't find you at your home.

After knocking at the front door until his knuckles hurt, he deems that you must not be here. Clutching the bouquet of Rainbow Roses carefully to his chest, he makes his way to his next destination: the Fountain of Lucine.

With nearly everyone tucking away for the night, there's hardly a peep in the plaza. He approaches slowly, watching your figure come into focus.

Ah, of course you'd be here. You always came here when you needed to think.

There were a thousand things he wanted to tell you. He'd practiced on the way here: how to apologize, how to grovel for forgiveness even though you were so kind that he was sure you'd accept it in a heartbeat.

Still, you were the love of his life. He seldom expressed his vulnerability to you, but he truly did feel horrible for bailing you out of the show last minute—especially when you seemed so excited to finally be a part of it.

"Sweetest," he calls you. You don't respond, instead opting to quietly swish your bare feet around in the shallows of the fountain. His heart plummets at your lack of interest, so he takes a cautious step forward. "It's late. You'll catch a cold sitting out here."

Again, you're silent. He swallows, trying to think of a way to get you to even look his way.

Lyney has always been good with words—talented at misdirection and deceit. But he has no reason to be like that with you, to be dishonest or closed off or misleading. It leaves him tripping over his own tongue.

He loves you with all his heart, yet he doesn't even know how to talk to you without making a fool of himself.

His whole life has been about buttering up an audience, making a spectacle of words and dance and magic. But you're real. How does he handle that?

Slowly, he sheds his coat before draping it over your shoulders. He sits beside you facing away from the running water, the paper holding his beautiful bouquet together rustling with each movement.

The noise makes you look his way, eyes curious as ever. It was what he adored so much about you.

For a second, he sees the undeniable softening of your expression—a small but unmistakable smile gracing your face before it vanishes again.

"You'll catch a cold," you scold.

"That's okay."

Your gaze flickers between his eyes and his lips. He can feel the heavy tension melting away with every shameless glance up and down, smugness firing through his veins when he realizes you've missed him despite your avoidance.

"I'm sorry I made such a big deal about all this," you whisper, tearing your attention back to the way the water ripples with each movement.

Lyney reaches over quickly, hand swiftly turning you to look at him again by the cheek. "Don't apologize," he argues. "I was being stupid."

You nod, mouth opening then closing as you wait for him to continue.

He doesn't. He can't.

The whole walk here he had planned out exactly what he wanted to say, all the ways he wanted to tell you that he only gets so protective because his work can be dangerous. There were a million ways he planned to apologize, a dozen scenarios where he imagined you would walk out of his life for being so careless with your feelings.

But all that fretting was over nothing, because he's looking at you now and the only thing he can think of saying is...

"You look so beautiful in the moonlight."

You blink at him in surprise, instinctively burying your face into the warmth of his palm as you lean forward. There's a knowing in the way you look at him, as if able to read the words in his heart that he can't seem to get out.

"You're not trying to butter me up, are you?" You ask teasingly, an attempt to relieve his racing mind.

"Just being honest," he laughs. Another silence fills the air before he continues, "I'm really sorry. Next time, I promise to drag you onto the stage with me."

You stifle a giggle, pulling away to watch your feet prod at the surface of the water. "It's alright. I know I'm not exactly cut out to be a star."

The magician shuffles closer to you until your shoulders are bumping, then he places the bouquet of Rainbow Roses in your lap.

"You are a star," he mumbles. "The brightest star in the sky."

Dancing in the moonlight, bathing in it so beautifully. Lynette would hurl at him admitting something so corny, though.

"Really?" You ask with a laugh in your breath.

"Really really."

You hum softly, hand settling over his. Your bodies are turned opposite ways but he can imagine the smile spreading across your face, the warmth of it. You were always poor at hiding when he flustered you.

The soft sound of streaming water fills the comfortable silence. It's a stark contrast to the applause he's grown so accustomed to but he would choose this a million times over.

Your hand squeezes his. He realizes, then—you're a star no matter which spotlight you're under, whether it be under the weight of a thousand eyes or just for him under the quiet moon.

("Stop gagging! It wasn't that cheesy!"

"A star?" Lynette pales further, placing her head into her hands. "A... A star?"

"Oh, quit with the dramatics already!"

"I have a lovesick idiot for a brother... I'm going to throw up."

"Lynette!")

#— whispers in the wind: 1k event ✉️#genshin impact #genshin #genshin fic #genshin drabbles #genshin x gn reader #genshin x gender neutral reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #lyney #genshin lyney #lyney x reader #lyney x you #lyney x y/n #lyney x gender neutral reader #lyney x gn reader

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ancientgoddessofegypt · 5 months ago

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All About The Trines. Pt. 2 The Moon's Delight

So heres pt.2 , all about the moon and the placements it forms a trine with. Enjoy !

Moon trine Saturn

Expressive authority traits. Can be open and transparent if they like you. But not so good with closed off people. The thing is, a moon/saturn placement can usually be the closed off person, but the trine makes them open up easily. This is because they're able to open up with themselves more often than others. The trine makes this individual easy going on the eyes, but they can be a bit more distant close by. It's a protective thing. There really good at letting you know how they're feeling without saying too much. Their witty if you pay close attention.

Another thing about this moon placement is that, there really good with people and taking on leadership roles. There especially good with children, and helping the emotional maturity thrive. They are excellent teachers and watchers of the environment. And there good at telling you about yourself especially if you're up to know good. The mother archetype is associated with moon/saturn peeps.

Moon trine Mars

Raw personas. They have a sexual nature to them that doesn't go unnoticed. Its like eros (asteroid) trine mars so to speak. They don't mean it all the time, it's just the way their vibe is. There vibe is very powerful as far as how they move. They can start an uproar just by their presence alone. It is there emotional upbringing that makes them form a confident aura. Most people with this placement had to prove their worth a lot, so as time went on they became confident in who they are and could boast about it a little. Not to much tho. Very organic when it comes to who they are and what they want. If they desire it, they'll find a way to get it.

Could be closed off to people they first meet, they'll open up if they can sense you're one of them. If not, they'll keep you close by but at a far enough distance so you don't know who they really are. Very interesting placement.

Moon trine Jupiter

Strong appetite with getting along with the unfamiliar. Loves knowledge and can potential seek out new information when the time is right. They have alot of information stored in them and they love to share it willingly and unwillingly. This trine is a natural force when it comes to the expression of their emotions. They use it to belt out what needs to be and this potential energy can push itself forward onto others giving people the healing that they need to get through the day. A very special aura connected to this placement holder.

Moon trine Mercury

Smooth talkers. An ability to belt out information and absorb others think pieces and milking it in a way that can become their own true thoughts. They're silly, sweet, and full of loving energy. Very child like when it comes to their inner nature, and very fun to have around too.Special personas with a knack for comedic thinking. There very food at easing the mind with their words, and can make you think of something you didn't have in mind at all. Could be very good at writing stories especially children's novels.

What they should do with this power is to make a difference with their words and be more comfortable with their speech. They should be more open with the people they meet because their sweet words can be a blessing. <3

Moon trine Venus

Wow. This placement is amazing to have and I call it a lucky placement. It has its ways with others that typically a sun/venus person couldn't do simply because the moon has a mystery in its aura that added with venus makes it move without missing a beat. The moon trine venus person has a gift in charisma that is connected to a part of their soul that can't be mimicked. Why do people like them so much? It's simply within them. Theres nothing they have to do to get people to like them, they just have to will their magic and boom, people are drown to them. Theres a magnetism with this placement that's unmatched with other venusians.

Moon trine Pluto

So this placement has a lot of potential at changing the way people feel. For better or worse, their gifted in the crafting of alchemy that their minds can shift into whatever it is they partake in. There emotional state is transfixed in whatever environment they are in, and how they move through those worlds they take something, or someone right along with them. Transformative auras, as they move through life, something changes them. And with each experiences, they can thrive to be better than the next. Opening doors for the next big thing, so they can heal themselves.. and others as well.

Moon trine Neptune

Beautiful spirits, they have a natural gift at letting go. The empathic qualities shows up here like no other. They are gifted in the arts so authentically that people think they just got it over night. Sweet babies that are filled with joy, the right people makes their souls spark. Giving them a chance to be more, to be higher than ever before. They are sensitive to noise, their ears are capable of receiving codes and information from the stars, guidance from the spiritual realm etc. It's a gift and a 'curse' if you will. But they got it going with the spiritual gifts, they know just what to do with them even if they don't.

Moon trine Uranus

Captivating in a way that shocks people and makes them feel deeper. They intrigue people with the way their emotions brings others to their knees. Most don't see a moon/uranus person coming and until they do, its like watching an alien. While everyone is stuck in the 2000s, their in 3008. They picked up on the cosmos long before they got here. They're just ready to make it back on home. Anywho, the person who has this trine placement is usually unique, has a gift in electrifying the world around them, and just knows things out of 'thin air' per-say. Just knowing one, you can feel the vibration they carry is totally newer than the average human. I'm joking. Their truly unique and something about you just stands out in a way that people can't figure out, but its truly internal and comes from the inner world.

Moon trine Rahu (North node)

Power meets dungeon. Dungeon meets power. The dragon wants its way out, but will you let it? With rahu, the emotions have a tempting fire, ready to burst through the cages and run as free is it can. You have a knack in vibrating high on a cloud and bringing us to the sanctuary we see for our own divinity. Mystical in nature, you're talents are embedded in the soul and must be tamed to prime perfection.

Moon trine Ketu (South node)

Gifted ability in the community and working with others. Has a knack for playfulness and a childlike aura already adapted in them. They naturally are equipped at making people wonder. Moon trine the south node shows a need for spirituality and can probably be a detached person already. They don't need much to feel good, they're already here.

(If you're looking for sun trine moon, thats on part 1, decided not to add this one on here).

Enjoy!

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amymbona · 3 months ago

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stanford!artrick cuddling, comforting, and babying reader after she runs into their dorm crying bc her date stood her up and she looked so pretty :( -🍄

AWWW :( you're so pretty in your little floral dress, teary-eyed and pouty, looking like a little bundle of distress at the doorframe of their dorm. They instantly take you into their arms and hold you like you're the most delicate piece of porcelain that could shatter if anyone dared to treat you harshly.

"Look at you, so cute in that dress."

"You look like a princess."

"Such a pretty girl."

"Don't cry for that idiot, sweetheart."

"Just breathe, baby, you'll be okay."

"It's okay, we've got you."

They're showering you with compliments, Art's - whose chest you're resting on - running a hand though your neatly curled hair, while Patrick keeps rubbing your back and bum, hoping to ease your distress with his ticklish touch. But tonight, you're having none of it.

"I'm so stupid. He didn't even like me."

It breaks their hearts to see you like this, but some unspoken satisfaction is hanging between the boys as they exchange a quick glance. At least there one less boy they need to compete with to earn your love.

"Nonsense," Art mutters, lifting your head with a gentle touch of his palm. God, even now when you're crying, you look so adorable with your pink cheeks and puffy lips. "Look at me, c'mon, you're not stupid. But he is."

"Yeah," Patrick agrees from behind you, pressing a small kiss to your shoulder, a cheeky smile on his face. "What kind of guy he is to dump such a gorgeous girl?"

Apparently, this particular's guy rejection was enough to completely erase your confidence, as a new set of tears gathers in your eyes and you bury your face back in Art's shirt. "Shut up, 'm not gorgeous."

"Bullshit," Patrick's hiss in your ear is accompanied by a squeeze or your ass and a gaze sent towards his blonde best friend. He's always been better with words, better at comforting people.

"Right. You're the prettiest - no - the best, most stunning girl we know, really," he attempts to encourage you.

"Then why does nobody wanna date me?" you imply with a small peep, sniffling as you realise the harsh truth. Nobody wants to date you, nobody's interested enough in you. But you couldn't be more wrong.

We would, they both think, as it their minds once again work in sync. They would, oh the would, they'd like nothing more, actually. Oh, if you only knee how many moments the boys have spent just admiring your beautiful face, watching you from afar and just taking you all in, wishing you were theirs. It's such a shame you always choose the biggest douchebags to be interested in.

"We could take you out," Patrick proposes almost way too casually.

With a sniffle, you lift your head off of Art's chest, wiping the snot away from your nose. Your distressed expression is met with Patrick's smug smirk, knowing he finally managed to push you somewhere. "What?"

"Don't act like you didn't hear me," he rolls his eyes, shuffling to lay more on top of you and squeezing you between Art and himself. "We'll take you out - to the cinema, or some club, or a fancy dinner - a proper date. Just say the word."

Your gaze flicks between both of the boys, eyebrows knitting in confusion when Art nods, now rubbing your shoulder in encouragement. But that's too silly, they're literally your best friends - they're like your brothers - wouldn't it be strange to go on a date with them?

"That's- that's too silly," you murmur with a small shake of your head.

"You're silly," Patrick counters softly. In such a tender gesture, so unusual of himself, he reaches out to wipe the dripping smudges of mascara from your cheeks, his touch as soft as a caress of a cloud, "But you're also a cute, amazing girl. Our cute amazing girl."

"And you deserve to be taken out on the best of dates," Art chimes in with his characteristically positive tone and kisses the top of your head.

But you're still unsure. "I dunno. Wouldn't it be, y'know, weird?"

"Weird?" Art laughs, "Who do you think we are, darling?"

Patrick nods, poking your nose, "Just give is a chance, hm? We'll make you feel like a princess total. Promise."

Art agrees, "Yeah, promise."

#🍄 anon #challengers #patrick zweig #patrick zweig x reader #art donaldson #art donaldson x reader #ask

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autogeneity · 8 months ago

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well. level 5 of 10 yeehaw

maybe after my belt grading things will feel normal again...

#idk if things feel normal because right now I just feel exhausted and dehydrated and hungry af #I am going to eat Big Burger With Fries And Coke and get many sleep and then we will see #but hey that's over with #it was neither amazing nor terrible #pretty much as expected just very chore like #but yeah!#m #martial arts #fitness #fuck I need so much water #it took over 3 hours #started with sparring and finished with 40 each push-ups sit-ups and jumping knee raises #so like you don't want to drink a lot during you will feel very poorly lol #besides there's not really opportunity anyway #but fuckk #anyway they're squeezing 3 more gradings this year and are hoping most of us (ie my level peeps) will do at least 2 of them?#which is kind of a lot especially since supposedly difficulty escalates massively at this level specifically #but let us see

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bitchiswild · 4 months ago

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A Sweet Recovery

Mina Myoui x Fem! Reader

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: falling, fluff!

A/n: HAIIII THANK YOU GUYS FOR 1k FOLLOWERS 🥹🥹🙏 here’s a fluff for you! I’m also working on an angst rn so that will come out eventually 😫

“Y/n, are those brownies done yet?” Nayeon groaned from the living room, while you were just now taking the freshly baked brownies out of the oven.

“Yes, they’re ready! God, you're so impatient,” you shouted back to Nayeon, then let out a chuckle. Nayeon had come over to your place and demanded you bake her brownies because, as she quotes, they're ‘the best brownies ever.’ So here you are, baking your best friend her favorite treat.

Nayeon walked into the kitchen. “You know how much I love them. They are the—”

“Best brownies ever. Yeah, I know. You tell me all the time, Nayeon,” you said with a smile as you cut the brownies into squares and handed her one.

Nayeon practically inhaled it, groaning and moaning at the taste. Meanwhile, you watched her anxiously, waiting for her praise. Even though everyone says you're an amazing baker, you still worry they might not taste good.

“Y/n…” Nayeon started. Your heart began to race. ‘Did she not like it?’ you wondered.

“Yeah?” you asked, a little fear in your voice.

“Y/n, this is the most amazing thing I have ever tasted in my life. I could literally cry right now,” Nayeon exclaimed. She got up, stood next to you, and shook your shoulders to emphasize how much she loved the brownies.

You let out a sigh of relief, feeling at ease since Nayeon loved the brownies. You took a bite of your piece and your eyes widened.

“Oh my god, you’re right. It’s so good,” you groaned at the taste of the brownie, grabbing another piece. Nayeon was already four pieces in, while you were just on your second.

“See, I told you!” Nayeon said with a mouthful, crumbs falling onto the counter.

“Wait, let me call Sana over so she can have some,” you told Nayeon while you went upstairs to get your phone, not without grabbing a piece of brownie before your venture.

After retrieving your phone, you had a brownie in one hand and your phone in the other. As you looked down, you noticed your sock was slowly rolling down. So you put your brownie in the other hand and reached down to fix your sock at the top of the stairs.

Oh, how that was a bad idea. Your other foot barely had any balance, and you ended up slipping at the edge of the step, causing you to fall down the stairs. As you tumbled down, you landed on your ankle, twisting it painfully, and both your phone and brownie went flying out of your hands, rolling down the stairs with you.

Nayeon rushed over as soon as she heard the commotion. “Oh my god, Y/n! Are you okay?”

You lay on the floor in silence, gripping your ankle tightly as the pain became unbearable.

“Y/n, I’m serious, are you okay?” Nayeon asked worriedly as you barely made a peep.

You let out a shaky sigh, tears now forming in your eyes. “I don’t know,” you whimpered.

Nayeon rushed to you. “Let go of your ankle, Y/n, let me see.” Her heart was beating fast with worry for you.

You shook your head, fear eating you up at the thought of possibly having broken your ankle.

“Y/n, I need you to let go,” Nayeon said more sternly, causing you to release your grip on your ankle slowly. You let out another shaky sigh, more tears streaming down your face. Looking off to the side, you noticed your brownie on the floor next to you. You pouted at the sight since you were really enjoying that brownie piece.

“My brownie…” you whimpered.

“Y/n, who cares about your brownie right now? You're injured. Do you think you can stand?” Nayeon asked.

You shook your head. “I’m not sure…” you whispered.

“Okay, let’s try, yeah?” Nayeon said as she got up from the floor, helping you up slowly.

“Do you think you can put pressure on it, Y/n?” Nayeon asked. You gently put pressure on it, winced in pain, and shook your head.

“Okay, okay, let’s go to the hospital, yeah? Get your ankle checked out just in case,” Nayeon said as she slowly guided you to the front door and to her car to drive you to the emergency room.

On the way to the hospital, Nayeon kept reassuring you, “It’s going to be okay, Y/n. We’ll get you fixed up in no time.”

You nodded, trying to stay calm as she drove, grateful for her support.

In the emergency room, you were quickly taken to a triage area where a nurse examined your ankle. Nayeon stayed by your side, holding your hand and offering words of comfort.

After what felt like an eternity, a doctor finally came in to see you. She was stunning, looking like a goddess with her radiant smile and calm demeanor. Her presence was both reassuring and awe-inspiring.

She carefully examined your ankle and ordered an X-ray to determine the extent of the injury. Nayeon waited with you, her worry evident but her presence comforting.

When the X-ray results came back, the doctor smiled reassuringly. “Good news, Y/n. It’s just a sprain, not a break. We’ll wrap it up and give you some instructions for care at home.”

You sighed in relief, tears of gratitude welling up. “Thank you, Dr...” you said softly, wanting to know her name, still a bit mesmerized by her.

“Dr. Myoui,” she replied with a warm smile. Her gaze lingered for a moment longer than necessary, causing a subtle tension between you. “Just take it easy for the next few days, and you’ll be back on your feet in no time.”

You nodded, feeling reassured yet inexplicably aware of a flutter in your chest. “Thank you, Dr. Myoui.”

Nayeon squeezed your hand again, breaking the brief moment of silence. “See? It’s going to be okay.”

After Nayeon reassured you, Dr. Myoui lingered for a moment, her gaze thoughtful. "If you ever have any concerns or if the pain worsens, don't hesitate to reach out," she said softly, her voice carrying a hint of genuine concern.

You nodded, grateful for her kindness and professionalism. "I will. Thank you again, Dr. Myoui," you replied, a slight flush warming your cheeks as you met her gaze.

Dr. Myoui smiled warmly, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "You're welcome, Y/n. Take care," she said before turning to leave the room.

As she walked away, you found yourself stealing another glance at her, struck by how effortlessly composed she seemed, even in a busy emergency room. The subtle tension between you lingered in the air, leaving you with a mix of curiosity and intrigue.

Once you were discharged and back home with Nayeon, you settled on the couch with your elevated ankle, reflecting on the day's events. "Nayeon, do you think Dr. Myoui was... nice?" you asked hesitantly, unsure how to articulate your thoughts about the doctor.

Nayeon chuckled knowingly. "Nice? Y/n, she was practically glowing. Did you feel that tension too?" she teased, raising an eyebrow.

You blushed, feeling caught off guard by Nayeon's perceptiveness. "I don't know... Maybe?" you admitted, unsure of how to interpret the emotions swirling inside you.

Nayeon patted your knee gently. "Well, she did spend more time than necessary making sure you were okay. Maybe it's worth seeing her again for a check-up," she suggested with a mischievous grin.

You laughed softly, shaking your head at Nayeon's playful nudging. "Yeah, maybe," you replied, secretly considering the idea as you glanced at your phone, contemplating whether to follow up with Dr. Myoui.

As you and Nayeon were packing your things to get ready for discharge, Dr. Myoui unexpectedly returned to the room. Her presence caught you off guard, and you exchanged a surprised glance with Nayeon.

"Dr. Myoui, hi," you greeted, trying to hide your surprise behind a friendly smile.

Dr. Myoui stepped closer, her expression calm yet slightly curious. "Y/n, I wanted to make sure everything is set for you to go home. Is there anything else you need before you leave?" Her voice was gentle, and her eyes briefly met yours before glancing over at Nayeon.

Nayeon, ever perceptive, grinned mischievously. "Actually, Dr. Myoui, Y/n was just talking about how nice it would be to see you again for a follow-up," she said casually, nudging you playfully.

You felt a blush creeping up your cheeks, feeling slightly embarrassed by Nayeon's directness. "Um, yeah, I mean, if that's okay," you stammered, hoping you didn't sound too eager.

Dr. Myoui's lips curved into a soft smile. "Of course, I can arrange that. Let's make sure everything is in order first, and then we'll set up a follow-up appointment," she said warmly, her gaze lingering on you for a moment longer than necessary.

Nayeon winked at you discreetly, clearly enjoying the unfolding moment. "Great, thank you, Dr. Myoui," she chimed in, eager to keep the conversation light.

As Dr. Myoui finalized the discharge paperwork and gave you final instructions, you couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and curiosity about the prospect of seeing her again.

A week had passed, and it was time for your check-up with Dr. Myoui. Your heart raced with a mix of excitement and nerves as you anticipated seeing her again. Over the past week, your ankle had shown improvement—you could walk better than before, though still with a slight limp and occasional pain. Pain medication and wrapping your ankle had helped significantly.

Arriving at the hospital, you couldn't shake the anticipation of the encounter. Nayeon had insisted on coming along for moral support, teasing you about your "doctor crush" the entire way there. Despite her playful ribbing, you were grateful for her presence.

In the waiting room, you fidgeted nervously, stealing glances at the door every time it opened, hoping to catch a glimpse of Dr. Myoui. Finally, her familiar figure appeared, and your heart skipped a beat. She smiled warmly as she approached, her presence once again calming yet strangely electrifying.

"Y/n, good to see you again," Dr. Myoui greeted, her voice soft and welcoming. "How's the ankle feeling today?"

You shifted slightly, trying to ignore the butterflies in your stomach. "It's been better," you admitted with a small smile. "The pain has eased up, but I still feel it when I walk."

Dr. Myoui nodded understandingly. "Let's take a look and see how it's healing." She guided you to an examination room, where she gently examined your ankle, checking the range of motion and gently pressing around the affected area.

As she worked, you couldn't help but admire her focused demeanor and the gentle touch of her hands. Each moment spent together felt charged with unspoken tension, leaving you both eager and hesitant to break the professional barrier.

After the examination, Dr. Myoui reviewed the X-rays and nodded thoughtfully. "The sprain is healing well," she concluded, her gaze meeting yours with a hint of warmth. "Continue with the medication and wrapping, and we'll schedule a follow-up in another week to monitor your progress."

You nodded, feeling relieved yet reluctant for the appointment to end. "Thank you, Dr. Myoui," you said sincerely, meeting her eyes with a shy smile.

She returned the smile, her expression softening. "You're welcome, Y/n. I'll see you in a week." With that, she turned to leave the room, but before she could walk away, you found the courage to stop her.

"Hey, Dr. Myoui?" Your voice quivered slightly, and she turned around to face you, her presence causing your heart to pound in your chest.

“Yes, Y/n?” she asked with a warm smile, her eyes curious and attentive.

You gulped nervously, fidgeting with your hands. "I-I was wondering if you're busy this Saturday? Or, I-I mean, when are you free? Because you're a doctor and all, and I know you get busy and stuff, so..." Your words stumbled out in a rush, nerves getting the better of you.

Dr. Myoui let out a soft chuckle, her demeanor reassuring as she walked over to you and placed a comforting hand on your shoulder to stop your rambling. "I appreciate your concern, Y/n," she said warmly. "I'm actually free this Saturday afternoon. What did you have in mind?"

Relief flooded through you at her response, and you managed a small smile. "I was thinking maybe we could grab a coffee or something," you suggested, trying to sound casual despite the fluttering in your stomach.

Dr. Myoui nodded thoughtfully. "Coffee sounds lovely," she agreed. "How about we meet at that new cafe downtown around two o'clock?"

You nodded eagerly. "That sounds perfect. I'll see you then, Dr. Myoui."

She smiled warmly. "Looking forward to it, Y/n." With a final nod, she left the room, leaving you with a sense of anticipation and a newfound excitement for the weekend ahead.

Nayeon's jaw dropped as she stood there, witnessing the exchange between you and Dr. Myoui. "No way, you just asked her out!" she exclaimed, clearly shocked by your bold move. Her eyes widened in disbelief, but there was a hint of admiration in her expression.

You chuckled nervously, feeling a mix of embarrassment and pride at Nayeon's reaction. "I guess I did," you admitted, trying to play it cool despite the flutter of excitement in your chest.

Nayeon grinned mischievously, nudging you playfully. "Y/n, I had no idea you had game. Kinda loser-ish, but hey, it worked!"

You rolled your eyes at her teasing, but couldn't help but smile at her support. "Thanks, Nayeon," you replied, feeling grateful for her encouragement.

As the reality of your upcoming coffee date with Dr. Myoui sank in, you couldn't help but feel a surge of nervous energy. Despite the initial awkwardness, you were looking forward to getting to know her better outside of the hospital setting.

"I can't believe you're going on a date with Dr. Myoui," Nayeon continued, still in disbelief. "You better dress to impress, Y/n!"

You laughed, shaking your head at Nayeon's antics. "I'll try not to mess it up," you replied with a playful grin.

Nayeon winked. "You've got this, Y/n. Just be yourself."

“I got this, Nayeon. I am a rizz master,” you declared, flashing finger guns in her direction.

“Y/n, please never do that or say that ever again, please,” Nayeon pleaded, her eyes wide as she shook her head vigorously.

You sigh “okay fine” you said with a sheepish grin, dropping the finger guns.

The two of you were heading out of the hospital when, to your surprise, Dr. Myoui called out, “Y/n, wait!” You turned around, your heart racing once again in her presence. “Oh, Dr. Myoui, hi!” you greeted, trying to appear nonchalant despite your obvious excitement.

“How can we go on our coffee date if you don’t have my number, hmm?” she asked with a smile, handing you a piece of paper with her number on it. “Oh, and no need to call me Dr. Myoui. Mina is fine too.”

‘Mina.’ Even her name sounded beautiful, you thought to yourself, feeling a blush creeping up your cheeks. “You’re right, thank you, Mina. I can’t wait for Saturday to come,” you replied, trying to keep your voice steady.

“Same here!” Then her pager went off, interrupting the moment. “Well, I have to go. See you soon, Y/n,” she said with a wink before rushing away.

Nayeon nudged you playfully, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Y/n, did you see that? Dr. Myoui literally handed you her number!" she exclaimed in a hushed tone, barely containing her excitement.

You chuckled nervously, still processing the surreal moment. "I know, right? It's... kind of amazing," you admitted, feeling a rush of butterflies as you tucked the paper carefully into your pocket.

"She's definitely into you," Nayeon continued, grinning broadly. "And can we talk about how she said you could call her Mina? That's like... next-level, Y/n!"

You blushed, grateful for Nayeon's enthusiastic support. "I know, it's... unexpected," you replied, struggling to find the right words to describe the whirlwind of emotions you were feeling.

Nayeon bumped your shoulder affectionately. "You've got this, Y/n. Saturday is going to be epic," she assured you with unwavering confidence.

With Nayeon's infectious excitement fueling your own, you couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation for the weekend ahead. As you headed home together, you couldn't stop talking about Dr. Myoui—now Mina—and the possibilities that lay ahead.

The day of your coffee date with Mina arrived, and despite your best efforts to appear calm, you couldn't deny the nervous excitement bubbling inside you. Nayeon had been your cheerleader all morning, helping you pick out an outfit and offering pep talks to boost your confidence.

As you entered the cozy café downtown, your eyes scanned the room nervously until you spotted Mina sitting at a corner table, a warm smile lighting up her face as she waved at you. You couldn't help but notice how effortlessly beautiful she looked, her hair cascading over her shoulders and a soft glow about her.

Nayeon nudged you gently. "There she is, Y/n. Go knock 'em dead," she whispered with a playful wink.

You took a deep breath, nodding gratefully at Nayeon before making your way over to Mina's table. "Hey, Mina," you greeted with a smile, trying to keep your voice steady.

"Hi, Y/n," Mina replied warmly, standing up to greet you with a brief hug. "I'm so glad you could make it."

The gesture caught you off guard, but you returned the hug, feeling a rush of warmth at her touch. "Me too," you managed to say, your heart racing.

As you settled into your seats and started chatting, the initial nervousness began to melt away. Mina was easy to talk to, and the conversation flowed effortlessly between you. You learned about her passion for medicine, her love for traveling, and her favorite coffee blend.

Nayeon discreetly observed from a nearby table, occasionally sending you encouraging smiles and thumbs-ups whenever you caught her eye. Her presence was reassuring, a silent reminder that you had her support no matter what.

Throughout the afternoon, laughter filled the air as you exchanged stories and shared moments of vulnerability. You found yourself drawn to Mina's kindness and intelligence, feeling a growing connection with each passing minute.

As the sun began to set outside the café, Mina glanced at her watch with a soft smile. "I hate to cut this short, but I have an early shift tomorrow," she explained apologetically.

You nodded understandingly, though a part of you wished the day could stretch on forever. "No worries, Mina. I had a wonderful time," you assured her sincerely.

Mina smiled warmly, her eyes sparkling. "I did too, Y/n." She hesitated for a moment before adding, "Would you like to do this again sometime?"

Your heart skipped a beat at her question, a rush of happiness washing over you. "I would love that," you replied without hesitation, unable to hide your smile.

With a promise to text each other soon, you bid Mina farewell at the café entrance, watching her walk away with a sense of hope and excitement for the future. As you rejoined Nayeon, who was practically bouncing with excitement, you couldn't help but feel grateful for her unwavering support and the unexpected turn of events that had led you to this moment.

"Looks like someone had a good time," Nayeon teased, nudging you playfully as you headed back home together.

You grinned, feeling a sense of contentment settle over you. "Yeah, I think I really did."

As you reflected on the day's events, you couldn't help but feel optimistic about what the future held—perhaps a new chapter unfolding with someone as special as Mina by your side.

Who knew falling down the stairs and dropping your brownie could get you here, sitting across from someone as wonderful as Mina, feeling hopeful and excited about what the future might bring.

Tag: @keervah I got you keer :3

#bitchiswild #BIW.WRITES #mina myoui #mina #mina myoui x reader #twice #twice x reader #mina x reader #sharon myoui #myoui mina #twice nayeon #twice mina

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that-odd-puzzle-piece · 2 years ago

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Reminder for fellow adhd peeps with a headache

Please drink some water. Just. A couple of sips, okay? Dehydration can cause really bad headaches. Just a little bit

Have you eaten something since the morning? The past couple of hours? If not, get some food, okay? Whatever's within reach. Yes, even that bag of chips, and if you can pair it with some apple and peanut butter, that'd be amazing. But if you can't, chips works

Have you closed your eyes since the last half an hour? Streched? Taken a few deep breaths? It helps, i promise. Just thirty seconds is fine. I know they're boring

Have you forgotten to take the earbuds off?, Has the music been blasting in your ears while you're tuning it out? It might be a bit too much for your brain. Try turning it off, okay?

Are you cold? Too warm? Try adjusting the temperature of your room. I promise it helps.

Finally, the distinctions between days are artificial, but your exhaustion is not. If it's possible, let yourself take the day off if you need to, okay?

#adhd things #adhd #adhd problems #headaches #migraines #neurodivergent

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pstelwitchcraft · 5 months ago

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Listen, I am happy to see Brennan take the DM seat, and I hope I've understood this incorrectly and we'll still get the main cast, but after seeing that guest list I believe there is simply no way they could fit all 8 main campaign characters + all of these people (amazing ppl by the way, truly nothing but love for them) at the table. And idk... I've started to get disappointed. Bc the thing is I love these characters, I love the Bells Hells, I love Sam's new character he JUST introduced, I love having Dorian with us again and cannot wait to see him deal with the repercussions of Cyrus' death. I love the Imogen and Laudna drama. I love whatever Fearne and Ashton got going on, I love Orym and his weird fey pact. I LOVE them.

And just... recently, I cannot shake the feeling that this is not their campaign. We JUST got them back from the Crownkeepers special episode. Before that, they've gotten separated for a pretty extensive period of time on opposite sides of Exandria. FCG just DIED. Yes, they have communication issues but I feel like that has to do, also, with the fact that every time it seems like they're finding some sort of groove, something like this happens. I get wanting to do something different and a trip to the past before Aeor collapsed IS really exciting, but it straight up feels lame and like they're trying to shove as many people into the table as possible when a major arc like this doesn't have the presence of the LITERAL main characters without them at least being separated again.

Also, don't think I don't see the bias from ya'll. Aabria had ONE episode that was significantly more important and related to the actual plot of the campaign and ya'll were clawing at her neck saying "this should have been a one shot!!!". If Brennan gets 3 freaking special calamity episodes only slightly related to the main plot and ya'll don't let out a peep I am literally fighting you in a parking lot. If this pans out the way I think it will then this absolutely should not be in the main campaign and could stand alone just like Calamity. I could totally be wrong, and I hope I am and they somehow found a way to fit 15 people at the table, but right now it's not looking too good and I cannot understate how sad I am. We just got them back! I want to meet Braius! 😫 Please, PLEASE, let them have their proper moment for us to know him 🙏

#critical role #i have NEVER been one of the people who constantly complains about CR3 #i've been very patient and trusting of the cast #but this is just becoming too much #these characters dont get screentime in their own campaign and its starting to bum me out #aeor is exciting but Im not joking when i say this announcement ruined my thursday nights for the foreseeable future #it seems like my optimism for this campaign is finally starting to dwindle #i love aeor and the mageocracies of the past but this is not what i signed up for 😮‍💨#its just sad #cr spoilers #cr3 #critical role spoilers #bells hells

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coldau · 2 months ago

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If you like stardew I suggest peeping Fields of Misteria, it's seriously amazing despite it being FRESH into the Early access oven. Rumor says saves will carry through the updates they're planning, too. I hope that's true!

Really cute vibes, better writing than Stardew already, and spectacular old anime art. Really good vibes. It lacks in cosmetics and decor the most rn, but I mean- it's FRESH.

#personal #fields of mistria #stardew valley

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raindropren · 5 months ago

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I think i should make a hermitcraft camp au

AS A PERSON WHO HAS NEVER BEEN TO A CAMP, IT WILL BE INFLUENCED BY MY BUNK'D OBSESSION WHEN I WAS like 9, CAMP CAMP, AND MY OWN INSANITY ALONE!

Everyone will be like 14-17 and it will be VERY Found Family!!!! U can take the hermits being family to eachother from my COLD DEAD HANDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Xisuma is the Volunteer camp counselor, His parents said it'd be good to be out in nature and would be good for him!! Real Life Experience!! and they dragged him into the role. He did not want to deal with kids(elementary schoolers can be mean...) but he was pleasantly surprised to find people more his age(That being 15 at the time) He took to it well but he is slowly going insane, do not mistake that.

The camp itself is just, alittle illegal, like a camp counselor started at 15 and i don't think he should of been without adult supervision but whatever!

by the second year of camp most of the hermits had already joined the camp! I have few ideas but here's some

Joe actually did want to go to the camp! He wanted to be a camp counselor but didn't really get the opportunity to sign up so now he helps out Xisuma whenever he can! A quarter threw the first year He dragged Cleo out of the new arrivals bus and introduced her to their little friend group! Cleo really didn't wanna be there but she also really didn't like going through the summer without Joe, so now she's here. in the wilderness :]

Did i mention that the camp is a summer camp, cause!!!

S U M M E R!!

ya.

Bdubs was super enthusiastic about the nature part, he wanted to look at cool moss!!!!(me too, me too) and then forgot about the activities part of camp and for a solid month Etho had to drag him out of bed just to do something other then sleep. They'd find him sleeping in trees. I think he'd be an amazing tree climber. He'd only wake up for the forest related activities and has skipped every single swimming activity since he got there. surprisingly it's a 50/50 on if he shows up to a craft activity. one time they had a special animal-care activity and when Etho mentioned the horses the people had brought ONCE and bdubs jumped up and sprinted to them. He did not leave those horses side until they left and after that they got a stable in the camp and bdubs and etho take cake of the horses everyday together! I like them :)

He and Etho share a bunk!!!! They're in the same cabin and after the horse thing they made a little shrine and their other cabin mates... are scared.

Mumbo joined at the same time as Cleo(On the same arrival bus and everything) and was very much the youngest(like just turned 14? maybe) He was the bbabbbyyy... and also exploded something on his first day! :D

Tango, Impulse, and Zed disappeared one night and came back the next day properly unhinged and wouldn't tell a single soul what they'd been up to but after that they're seen together more then not Lol

And the next year they came back speaking of Impulses friend Skizz who they were trying to convince the parents of to send them to camp aswell! It did not work until the 3rd year! Jump for joy, they did!

Grian joined, not wanting to be there at all, having a terrible time and then well

He caused Chaos, left for a week, then came back worse and decided he'd rather be there, super concerning to the others but he didn't speak a peep about it and then went back to causing(now slightly less destructive) chaos! He and Mumbo become extremely good friends, they bribed mumbo's bunk-mate to switch cabins with grian and now they're bunk-mates! it caused confusion for a week and then became the new normal! lol. I think he'd have a digital camera and he'd take pictures of the others, but also birds, so many birds. he'd rush to take a picture everytime he saw a duck, which was everyday, because the camp was RIGHT NEXT TO A RIVER!!! ya.

He would take care of the very few chicken's, and he got the others to help make the coop better because parts of it were rusting and breaking and he was scared that the chickens were gonna get hurt.

I think he'd be a only new arrival for the rest of that summer(so like he arrived like, 2 months into the second summer? how long is summer again? IDK) With hermits that join in season 5 probably arriving during the first month of summer? lets say? ya.

The 3rd summer had two new arrivals which was Pearl and Gem!! They arrived on the same bus and definitely had known eachother beforehand(aka Pearl went "I'm going to this camp next summer, u should come too :3" and Gem said "well okay i guess")

I think Grian and Pearl are siblings(you couldn't take that headcanon away if u tried LOL) and Pearl arriving was wweeirdddd cause grian had missed them arriving and then everytime he saw pearl he did a double take like 'did, did I just see who i thought I saw??????'

aka Grian did NOT know their Parents were sending Pearl to this Camp aswell teehe

I think Joel would arrive and be tackled by Grian, they knooww eachootherr aswell!!! yiippeee, I also think Joel and Etho should know eachother aswell, like they'd been to the same school and stuff lol.

Skizz Arrives and Impulse promptly gives him the biggest hug because He missed his best friend!!!!!!! it's been months!!!! they're dramatic about it.

I really have no other idea's, i wish i did!!!!

either way!! i think they have a camp group chat that is constantly getting chattered in even when it isn't summer lolsie

this was for fun, maybe i'll write more info i've thought about for this au, down again at some point, but ya!!! Fun!!! Yiippeee

#I DON'T KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT THE HERMITS. IF I GET SOMETHING WRONG ABOUT THEIR CHARACTERS #OOPSIE IDK #I wanted to talk about pearl more but i knew it would be extremely long. i have so many headcanons that could transfer over to Camp!Pearl #am i calling them Camp!*Name*? yes. is that simple? yes.#LOL #CHARACTERS NOT CONTENT CREATORS #obviously but ya #okay #hermitcraft #hermitcraft 10 #cause i was thinking about that one that most i think #xisuma #xisumavoid #joehillstsd #zombiecleo #bdubs #bdubbleo100 #ethoslab #mumbo jumbo #tangotek #impulsesv #zedaph #wish i talked about those 3 more lol #skizzleman #grian #pearlescentmoon #geminitay #joel smallishbeans #wanted to talk about doc and scar aswell but i couldn't think of anything good :'}#If u have any idea's for hermits i didn't mention!! lmk!! I would love to see them eeee

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al-the-remix · 7 months ago

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Who are those people mentioned in that tweet?

David Cronenberg is a Canadian director/writer in the horror and psychological thriller genre. He's know for his queer movies about straight people such as classics like The Fly, Crash, Peep Show, Videodrome, A Dangerous Method, and Crimes of the Future.

Viggo Mortensen is the most European coded technically American man you'll ever come across, best known for portraying feminist icon horse girl Aragorn in Lord of the Rings. He is a massive heart throb for those of us who love haggard twinks. He's an amazing versatile actor and arguably Cronenberg's muse. They've collaborated multiple times and like to post insane shit to you tube like this and this and THIS !!

it was always clear that they've explored each other's bodies okay... but now it's confirmed and we know that they were together romantically and then they broke up but they're still close friends that kiss each other on the mouth without any insecurity and I just really need the entire affair in writing so i can digest it and cry and then eat the paper it's printed on.

tl;dr one of my favourite actors and directors got together in the past and still clearly love each other (even if it's only platonic) I didn't know about it until now. it's one of THE old man yaoi's of my life ;____;

#asks

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differenteagletragedy · 10 months ago

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as someone who has adored the cliff x adult mc headcanons, what about friendship hcs for the adult mc and Kyra? also Noelani and Pamela too

CLIFF CLIFF CLIFF

-- Kyra is AMAZING. Kyra is your biggest fan. She is a you x Cliff shipper. She's so excited that Cliff has somebody to look out for him now, because he could really use someone to look out for him.

-- It's just that he gets so wrapped up in taking care of everyone else that a lot of times he forgets about himself. But not on your watch! And that makes Kyra a fan.

-- She loves her family so much, and Cliff is definitely family. You know how when Cove gets engaged to his MC and she's like MY BABY, like she's so pumped to get a new addition to the fam? Yeah, you're not going to be her baby lol, but she's thrilled.

-- No weird vibes ever, not even a little bit, not even at all. No jealousy or awkwardness. If you feel a little something, like a little insecure that she and Cliff are so friendly, then Cliff doesn't even have to say anything, Kyra is going to sit you down and lay down the facts. The facts are that you don't have anything to worry about, so please don't.

-- She would totally take you out for lunch to get to know you better! Cliff can stay at home or at the shop, he's not needed for this (she says lovingly). Cove likes you too and she'll have already asked him about you, but you need to be properly brought into the fold.

-- If you have common interests, she'd be totally down for talking to you about them/doing with you. If she's in town and there's a movie you both want to see and Cliff is busy or something, she'd ask if you wanted to go together, that kind of thing.

-- If you and Cliff have a baby, you better let Kyra hold that baby.

-- She's not overbearing about any of this, she's just a really warm and open person. If you weren't comfortable with this level of friendship, she'd pull back and think nothing of it. But you could be buds too and it wouldn't be weird for anyone.

-- Pam and Noelani are PSYCHED. And very very nosy.

-- The first time they heard Cliff mention you, they were all over him for details, offering advice, anything. The first time he brought you home, they wouldn't knock the door down or anything, they wouldn't be straight up rude about it, but they're going to be peeping out the window.

-- Cliff is their best friend, he has been for years, and this is the first time they've ever seen him in a relationship, so they'll need to feel you out and make sure you're going to be good to him and for him.

-- But when you pass the test, double dates!

#our life beginnings and always #cliff holden

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b000mbayah · 2 years ago

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yandere aespa reaction to you confessing to them?👁👁

Sure thing anon :)

✎𝚈𝚘𝚞?﹏﹏﹏﹏𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎?﹏﹏﹏﹏𝙼𝚎?﹏﹏﹏﹏

Requested: Yes

Word count: 4,309

Warnings: None?

✎𝚈𝚘𝚞?﹏﹏﹏﹏𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎?﹏﹏﹏﹏𝙼𝚎?﹏﹏﹏﹏

Karina

Karina has spent the last eight months contemplating your relationship status. Sure, you are far closer than she could have ever comprehended the first time she saw you- but now that all just seems like some distant dream she has already surpassed. She very clearly remembers how beautiful you looked the first time you met as friends, how kind you were to her- all of these only fueled the fire she had already started for herself and eventually, that small fire on the tip of her match stick had grown into a full on bonfire. That day she'll treasure forever, like a sacred secret.

But now, seeing you standing at her front door through the small peep hole, she's more confused than ever- despite the overwhelming feeling of lush swirling around inside of her like a whirlpool. Without hesitation, she unlocked her front door, reeling the slab back from the frame to reveal a very bashful you. You shifted uncomfortably, shifting from one leg to the other with your hands held out in front of you. If Karina didn’t know you- and she thanks the lords that she does every day- then she would’ve guessed you were some shy girl scout… just without the uniform.

“Y/n? What are you doing?” She inquired, feeling somewhat conflicted by your sudden appearance. Your mouth only opened and closed though, resembling that of a fish. You looked lost, confused, but most concerning of all, you looked troubled.

"Come in, please" Stepping aside, she opened the door further. When you walked past her, she could basically feel the uncertainty radiating from you like a batch of heavy nuclear waste. To this, she frowned, following after you with many thoughts racing through her mind.

Once you both found a comfortable seat in her living room, she'd smile lightly as you only breathed in a sequence to calm yourself down.

"We need to talk"

Karina had almost instantly gulped, feeling a thick lump form in her throat at the sound of your roughed voice. It felt heavy, yet light, much like a buoy that just sat stationary within her tightening throat. She'd eye you carefully, noticing the poorly covered bags under your eyes and the small shake of your hands. Have you not slept?

"What's wrong? You look like you haven't slept, no offence"

Then it was your turn to pause as you looked down into your lap, bouncing your knee nervously. "That's because I haven't," you dryly admitted as Karina had cautiously moved closer, scooting over to your side. Her eyes felt heavy upon your skin, dangerous almost, like a wolf in sheep's clothing. "I've been thinking about someone… someone really close to me and I think I've come to the realisation that I- that I like them...?"

Karina leaned back lightly, feeling her world shatter in more ways than one. Her heart had plummeted into a pit of self-pity and jealousy while her brain worked hard at your words. You like someone? She's not an idiot, you could've said love. Or are you uncertain? Is there still that small slither of hope for her? She'll make the cut, she'll just have to expand the horizon no matter the cost if it means being with you.

"You like them?" Karina repeated half your words, throat still tight like a squeezed towel. You only sheepishly nodded though, eyes fixated on her and her reaction, and what you got was far from what you expected. You expected a little support for your love life, for her to seem genuinely happy about your choice, but how could you see that when you hadn't told her who "they" were.

"Yeah, very much so"

"Who are they?" Upon hearing her words, you flinch. It was so quick you were certain she hadn't noticed it, but she did and her dark eyebrows shot together, slightly creasing the skin between them.

"They're the most amazing person. They're cute, they're responsible, and they have manners like no other gentlewoman I've ever met" you silently bite at your lower lip, feeling your teeth sink painfully into the skin, but you needed a distraction from the jaded look on Karina's face and pain was the perfect volunteer.

"They sound nice" Karina resorted, gazing down to her own hands as they shook under the extreme condition of jealousy and fitted rage. "Their name?"

You gulped, fidgeting uncomfortably in your seat. Her reaction wasn't sitting well with you and your heart. She seemed almost violent with her wording, and you could tell she was ready to punch a hole through the wall if needed.

"Their name?"

You and Karina were close, friendship wise and physically. Your knees were close to brushing each other, and your shoulders so close you could feel the warmth emitting from her body. But what you have with her is special, like a shared star. It's the most precious and dearest thing you've ever had a grasp on and you're afraid if you say the wrong words- or do the wrong thing- she'll be out of your life forever. That star would then be a fragment of what once was a beating heart, now set to rest like a fatal pet upon its funeral bed.

But you have to take that leap in life sometimes. That's what makes life, life.

With one deep breath, you open your mouth, and the name almost falls crooked upon your tongue. You could feel your mouth go stale as your body tensed up. Never have you felt more afraid of rejection than you do right now.

"Karina"

But then the name crawled into her ears for her brain to process and her heart to examine. Her brain had broken the name up for a thorough inspection, diving deep for further inspections in the name and if it were truly hers or some misheard piece of information. So she needed clarification.

"Karina?"

You bit your lip even harder, finally drawing a drizzle of shiny blood as you nodded, repeating yourself.

"Karina"

It was spontaneous, the way she gripped your shoulders and kissed you hard. Yet, despite the kiss being needy, it felt far from it. The kiss you shared was passionate and most certainly possessive on her behalf.

There was a dominance in the way she pulled you impossibly closer till you were just mesh in her lap, moulding clay within her fingers.

And then she pulled away, cheeks flushed and eyes darting around your strawberry face.

"I like you too"

Giselle

You had ironically met at a coffee shop, like all cliché love stories. Giselle was a first-time customer who quickly grew accustomed to the heavy scent of coffee grains and the sight of natural hues. Wooden planks lined dividers and eco-friendly plants lined certain countertops.

But the place was deceiving.

The welcoming atmosphere was the polar opposite to what actually awaited her at the counter. You were calm and collected, just like the building itself. But what had made you so different was the way you made her feel.

Because while the building made her feel at home, you made her feel… different. You made her feel as if a dozen batches of nestled butterflies were hatching, making her insides flutter and tingle in a delectable way. You made her feel as if she was the only person in the room, that you were solely here for just her and her order. And so, because of this, she freshened her face with the brightest smile she could conduct before she set for the lingering line.

Giselle distinctively remembers how long the queue time felt. She remembers how she prayed that you would be the one to take her order with your monotone apron and pinned back hair. You looked stunning, even with the restricted view created by the heads of the incompetent infront of her.

There was just something fulfilling in the way you dashed around the area, informing your coworkers of the orders being made as transactions went through. You were just stunning.

So, it was no surprise that when you called upon the next customer in line, Giselle had practically thrown herself a small celebration within her mind. And of course, your voice was tender, and of course, you were polite. But your eyes? They seemed to be the most desirable feature upon you. They sparkled under the fluorescent lights, shining like a clean mirror as Giselle could practically see her giddy reflection within them. Your eyes seemingly controlled Giselle in ways she never thought to be possible.

When you finally called her name for her collection, Giselle had never been so in love with her own name. There was just something in the way you said it- how it lightly trespassed upon your tongue like a sin.

The cup felt warm between her fingers and palm, warming the appendages as she read over her own name repeatedly while taking small sips and obvious glances your way. It would be an absolute dream if you just locked eyes one more time.

And so she visited more often than not. Giselle would make an appearance before work, during her lunch breaks, after work. It was as if a day was never truly complete without visiting you- without stalking you.

Eventually, however, the font of her name was accompanied by the small doodle of whatever you pleased: a star, a smiley face… a heart… These made her smile like some love-drunk teenager all over again.

And not before long, you added another something else, changing everything all together as you instead put a small note, each one differing from the last. They were only little sentences like "How are you?" Or "Have a good day!". But each one held a firmer grip on her heart, and soon enough, it became far more addictive than any type of alcohol or drug or coffee, for you were her new addiction.

However, there was one issue. You've never actually exchanged any other words except for "the usual?" And "please". She could sense the mutual respect as one of the establishments highest paying customers at this point. But surely you weren't doing it just because of that? She's never seen you write on anyone else's cup the way you do for her. She's never seen you even remotely smile at any other customer the way you do for her.

So why must she feel so glum when she received a cup with nothing? There was just a blank spot on the sticker where her name- her doodle- her note was supposed to be? She would've taken anything, but nothing? That just seems too harsh to just suddenly stop.

Her head was too far up in the clouds to realise the shitty customer pestering you the entire time you were making her usual drink. So when she finally screwed her head back into place and took into account the situation, to say she was ready for murder was an understatement.

Giselle would unknowingly want this lady to bleed, to cry at her lack of mercy as she'd just slowly edge her towards death before aiding her to health, only to do it all again.

It was sick, but Giselle quite frankly couldn't care less about that. She cared more about getting her note and dealing with that woman (albeit at a later date).

So, with her bag flung over her barely exposed shoulder, she strode towards the till, where you were being harassed and humiliated for your "mistake" of an order.

It wasn't until she was basically standing side by side with the woman of many problems that you had noticed Giselle, turning to look at her apologetically as she just gave you a reassuring smile.

"Excuse me?" Giselle begins, interrupting the rampaging bull beside her as she squeezed into the conversation like it was a heated hot tub. "You uh- you forgot my note" She sheepishly held up her cup of steaming contents, her fingers wrapped around its curved frame delicately.

You only blinked at her, face slightly scrunched, but soon a smile grew before her eyes. She did that? Giselle had actually made you smile? If only you knew how many fantasies you were making come true with just the smile and light eye contact. "Ouh, I did? I'm sorry. Please, let me fix that?"

You held your hand out, sleeves rolled up to your elbows as your hand flexed slightly. To this, Giselle only blushed, handing you her cup as the woman before her scoffed in annoyance.

"So she gets a replacement!?"

"Oh, I'm not getting a replacement" Giselle smiled a crooked grin at the woman beside her.

"Here you go," you smiled, placing the black marker pen back down on the counter as you handed Giselle her drink once again. "Please enjoy" You gave her a half smile this time, blushing lightly as your fingers brushed against each other- there was no way you hadn't felt that too!

But deciding to question it later, Giselle took one last look at the rude customer, eyeing her up and down to get one last good look at her before turning on her heel to sit down at her designated booth once again.

With a hopeful sigh, Giselle took a small sip of her drink, finally deciding to look down and read the note you had just put on there.

There laid the arrangement of four simple words. Each one held value within the context of the small note, but the overall value was enough to send her heart flipping and somersaulting in pure ecstasy.

"Go out with me?"

Winter

It was destined from the very beginning- or so that's what Winter told herself every night. Every night, she spent alone in her room, cramped up into the corner of her bed- draped in different sheets and blankets as she just drew all things to do with you.

She'd draw your name in pretty pinks and emboid the empty surroundings with carefully drawn-out hearts and clouds. There would often be pages found with repetitive contents. Like pages of both your initials, conjoint by a single plus symbol.

But these were just silly little drawings, things little children would do to pair themselves up with their crushes within their innocent minds. But Winter wasn't a child anymore. She's an adult with "normal" adult thoughts and desires. And so she had a special book, one of carefully executed photos of you to accompany a timeline of your day. She'd have notes of all your dislikes and likes, all your hobbies and fears, all your friends and enemies. The list extends past half the book with information written in extreme detail.

Darkness seemingly seeps into the material of the pages as the photographs and facts near the back pages. She'd have pictures of you with your friends. She'd have you surrounded in hearts while all your friends have ink scribbled across them in ways that represent the fate they'll meet one day.

One friend would have no eyes, while another had their mouth slit to the tip of their cheek bones. One has their stomach ripped open with drawn on organs, and the other simply had a cloud of ink engulfing the entirety of their head.

However, these photos never did her any justice, they were just little flashy tropes she could hug at night- pretending you were there with her instead of a book she cherishes as if it were you.

Winter would often find herself waking up in a sour mood because of this, eventually leading to her doing even more stalking.

How could something go from being so sweet and childish-like, to morbid and sadistic? The answer? Winter. Winter was exactly that.

When you first met a few months back, it was by complete accident. You had body slammed her while playing a game of complex frisbee with your friends in the park.

She remembers so clearly how cute you looked- all dumbfounded with your mouth hung ajar. Your eyebrows were furrowed into a straight line, eyes slightly widened as your face changed to the hue of roses.

You looked perfect.

So flushed for her and her only. Now she wants that again, and she wants that forever. She knew there was no way this was a coincidence. It was destiny to her.

So she made it her duty to follow you, "coincidently" meeting you in random locations till you were close enough to actually just talk like friends, and eventually, you considered her one.

She was invited to your outings, but she only went for you- acting as if she was happy to be company for your other friends as well.

She'd hesitantly put on a laugh and smile for the sake of being close to you, pretending to care when one of your friends get broken up with- or when one of them gets fired from their job

Fortunately, though, it eventually paid off. Eventually, you had invited her to a day out with just the two of you.

And obviously, she couldn't reject the opportunity.

So she found herself here, sitting on a bench in the middle of the exact same park you first met as you simply enjoy the silence with each other.

She stares at you while you stare at the natural surroundings that greet you in a whimsical trance. The birds sing happily, and the distant disturbing hum of a car makes itself present.

It was explosive, how you quickly slurred out words, but Winter understood. "You see that spot?' You ask, raising a finger to an empty patch on the field with a small smile gracing your lips.

"Yeah?"

"It's where we met," you add, looking at Winter as she just grins. You remembered? You cared enough to pay attention? She just assumed you were so caught up in looking at her that you wouldn't have noticed.

"Yeah, I suppose it is," Winter nodded, looking back over to the patch of grass.

"I prefer this so much more," you happily sighed out, relaxing into the bench's structure as your hands delved deep into your hoodie pockets.

"Prefer what so much more?"

"I prefer this, just hanging out with you and not being in a group twenty-four seven"

To this, Winter silently questioned why, thoughts of all sorts rushing through her already congested mind. "Any particular reason why?" You almost crippled into a ball at her words, but she was eager to know, and her heart got the best of her tongue.

"What do you mean? How could I not enjoy hanging out with the kindest person I know. And on top of that, she's smart and so, so attractive," you goofily smile, earning a small push out of both embarrassment and overall shyness.

"Anyone would be lucky to date you," you almost whisper, frowning slightly to yourself. But Winter caught that, now mirroring your saddened expression with a hollowed heart.

"Why would you think that, Y/n?"

"Because you're this amazing person. You're far too extraordinary to just be some fling or a one-time purpose girlfriend - you're you! You're understanding, you're responsible, you're lovable. Do you understand how hard it is to come across someone like you in this modern society we've constructed? It's like a septillion to one!"

"Y/n?" Winter reached out, holding your wrist to help calm you down.

"I love you!" You suddenly blurt out amongst the waffling of your rambles, causing you to slam your mouth shut, now embarrassed and fearful for the outcome.

However, the outcome was far from what you expected when you saw that same stupid grin again- the one she does without any particular reason.

"I- I"

"You love me?" Winter grumbled, eying you half suspiciously, but she couldn't stop the smokey pink from spreading across her now flushed face.

It seems that Winter was the one to trip and stumble this time, figuratively body slamming you this time with that flushed look.

"You don't have to love me back. That was a mistake"

"No, you said it for a reason, and I refuse to let that slide as some mistake. Y/n, I love you too. I just didn't know how to say it before. And we were always just around your friends"

"Then I'll fix that. If you're uncomfortable, then I'll do more dates like these ones with just us"

"Dates? This is a date"

You hum. "No! I mean, I wouldn't object to the idea at all, but I feel like I could do better than this for a first date, can I show you?"

Ningning

Your first encounter wasn't exactly the most ideal, but it was perfect for Ningning. She felt as if you had stolen her heart when you walked out the shop, committing a crime that she honestly didn't care much about- but that never stopped her from playing cops and robbers with you.

She'd happily gather intel on you, noting it all down as she dreamily stared at you through your open window or from another booth in a café you visit on the regular.

She'd be so far in her state of delusional mind that her quickly developed obsession would stem out into a more physical form. She'd have an "evidence" board with pictures of you pinned up, reasons, and witness statements from herself to "help" her case.

This was either just some wacky fantasy, or she genuinely believed this to keep herself away from the truth of her yandere-like behaviour.

Either way, it wasn't exactly the most efficient way of "gathering intel" so she went undercover as the girl you met just the other week and not this fake cop she's made herself to be.

However, one thing leads to another, and months later, she's found laying on your bed with you. Despite the countless encounters you've both had since that "undercover" mission. She has yet to make any further status updates as all she's been able to think about was how attractive you look no matter the circumstance.

Her feelings had gotten the best of her and the whole "Cop Vs. Criminal" plot had fallen through the floor at this point. Over the course of your time spent together, she's come more and more to terms with her ways, understanding what's happening.

But it's not like she can stop it, she's far past that point, so the only thing she can do is continue to just be your friend. She'd have to sit by your side as you enjoy silly little dates that aren't with her, go on stunning vacations around the world with someone who's not her and grow old with some other person who's not her.

Wait.

She still has a fight in her, though, so why was she thinking these things to herself? Why was she suddenly so defeated in the name of love- something she feels so strongly about?

Maybe it was the way you complained about love, like it would never come your way, like Ningning hadn't in front of you this whole time?

Whatever it was, it was diminishing her own perspective- and her ability to push through a tough crowd because she knew you'd never feel the same- even if she had kidnapped you and forced you to at least try and love her.

"Do you love anyone?"

Ningning choked on her pringles, eyes tightly closing as she coughed furiously into her fisted palm.

Does she love anyone?

When your hand made contact with her back, she felt that same shock of ecstatic she normally does as you try your hardest to fix the issue you have created. After some time, her coughing subsides, and the only thing left between you is the haunting word of "love"

"Do I love someone?" Ningning asked, almost unsure if her ears were deceiving her, but your nod told her enough. "I uhm.." she hesitated, scared to reveal anymore than she already had, thinking back to her makeshift evidence board and old high-school files she had stolen.

Now love just seems like too vague of a word… obsessed is a better suited pick.

"I do," her voice was meek out of fear as she searched your eyes, throat scratched and burning from the choke you unwillingly placed upon her.

One eyebrow rose above the other as a grin quickly spread its way across your face, your look almost demanding "Who"

"I'm not telling you that!" she laughed, still eyeing you cautiously in fear of exposing herself. "Do you have a crush, Y/n?"

"I do indeed" your grin only seems to widen as a pit suddenly spawns inside of Ningnings stomach. "I have an idea! If you tell me yours, I'll tell you mine?"

"No way!" You roll your eyes at the girl, shaking your head as your grin slips away. "How about you tell me yours, then I'll tell you mine," Ningning requested, flipping the entirety of your offer to benefit and favour her.

You hummed. And then you spoke.

"Sure, why not?" You shrugged, leaning in closer to the smaller girl, leaving an excruciatingly painful gap between you both.

"Ningning"

"Yeah?"

"I love you"

Ningning tensed up like a cat in fear, her back stiffened, and her eyes locked onto your own as the words bounced around inside of her head. "You love me?" She repeated, sounding unsure before repeating it again and again until the words just felt natural and light upon her tongue.

"Is this real?"

You only laughed, smacking her shoulder lightly "one hundred and one percent." You smiled as Ningning only swooned, giving you a quick peck on the lips.

"I love you too!"

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