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just closed at my new library for the first time!!
#heart-palpitating when i thought the main doors wouldn't lock but everything is good#time to go roast myself on the beach
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PROMPTS OF ALL PROMPTS
I would definitely make intense smut prompts later! For now I hope you enjoy these fluff angst prompts instead! Requests are always opened!
For others that want to use these prompts! You're free to do so! Just tag me no need to credit. I would love to read it and see what you came up with! -- FLUFF PROMPTS
“Can you hug me”
“My teammates gets annoyed because I talk about you 24/7”
“Can we have a date night tonight?”
“Do you know you're pretty”
“Why are you being a pain?”
“Stop simping for me you simp”
“Your blushing you idiot”
“Are you kidding me? I love cuddles”
“Your hair smells good.”
“I just want to lay here all day”
“Can you wash my hair for me?”
“I really need you right now”
“I like you.. well no… I love you”
“I love your smile”
“You sent me inappropriate pictures. When I was out in public”
“Why are you so clingy?”
“Fine. We can stay home tonight”
“Dance with me in the rain”
“Let’s jump in the puddles!”
“Can I sit on your lap?”
“Kiss me please!”
“Can you rub my arm in circles?”
“I’m wearing your shirt if that’s fine!”
“This still smells like you” (long distant or for breakups)
“Your mom gave me pictures of you when you were a baby.”
“Stop you’re making me blush in public”
“Don’t… I’m ticklish —“
“I can’t sleep can I stay here”
“I had a nightmare…”
“I care about you”
“You mean everything to me”
“You make me feel like I’m at home every time”
“Can I give you a hug? You look like you need one”
“Stop denying it! You need sleep”
“You’re so adorable.”
“You make me so happy.”
“I need pads”
“I don’t ever want to lose you”
“I feel better now that you’re here with me”
“It’s like we are meant to be”
“I’m not going anywhere”
“I feel safe when I’m with you”
“I can’t reach the top shelf.. Can you help?”
“Here take my jacket.”
“I just started my period…”
“I’m right here baby, it’s okay”
“I’m so in love with you.”
“I’m never leaving you.”
“You're mine forever.”
“Should we make it official?”
BEACH PROMPTS
“Can you do my sunscreen?”
“Why is your massages better than you scratching my back”
“Please come in the water”
“Stop it’s cold!”
“I'm going to splash you!”
“My sandcastle is better than yours”
“I won!”
“Don’t throw me in the water!!!”
“I’m trying to tan”
“Stand in front of me you block the sun”
“Can you give me a piggyback”
“The sand is hot”
“Come with me on the floatie!”
“Can you set up the umbrella?”
WINTER PROMPTS
“it’s snowing!”
“We are locked in…”
“Let’s look at the stars through the window”
“Can we bake gingerbread cookies”
“You got frosting on your face”
“It’s so cold..”
“I love hot coco.”
“Look! I caught a snowflake in my mouth!”
“You got snow in your hair!”
“My snowman is better!”
“Whoever gets to the bottom of the hill first wins!”
“It’s freezing, could you turn on the heat?”
“Snowball fight!!!”
“I got snow in my boots, now my feet are cold.”
“Dw! I’ll warm you up!”
“Let’s build a fort!”
“This is the perfect time to set up the Christmas tree!”
“Ooh! I love sledding!”
“Woo! That was sooo fun!”
“Here! I made this one just for you!”
“You have such good decorating skills!”
SUMMER/CAMPING PROMPTS
“It’s so hot!”
“Can I borrow your hat please?”
“May you buy me a slushie? I forgot my wallet”
“The mosquitoes are killing me”
“Here let me spray you”
“Let’s go on a hike!”
“The sun is so bright.”
“Did you forget the sunscreen.”
“Baby, can you get my backside please?”
“I want to go swimming.”
“Can we just stay inside!”
“This is the perfect spot to set up our campsite.”
“I got the marshmallows!”
“I’ll help you set up the tent. But.. I don’t know how.”
“I’m already tired.”
“Let's roast marshmallows!”
“I made a smore just for you!”
“We can share.”
“Come swimming with me!”
“The water is sooo warm.”
“I rented a boat. You know how to drive it right..?”
“Don’t worry, of course I got the beer.”
“I love summer parties.”
“No… I didn’t steal your towel… Ok fine I did”
“Put me down – Ok ok fine fine! You win.”
“Can we go on a road trip?”
“You pushed me into the water, you jerk!”
“I couldn’t help myself… All the ice-cream flavours looked so good!”
“I didn’t buy any more ice cream.. The receipts are lies!!!!”
“Can we stay longer!!”
ANGST/ARGUMENT/BREAKUP PROMPTS
“You promised me.”
“You lied. You said you would never leave me.”
“Don’t lie to me. I know everything”
“Please don’t do this.”
“I loved you.”
“Why don’t you trust me”
“This can’t be goodbye.”
“Please don’t walk out.”
“Why are you doing this?”
“I don’t love you.”
“We were never meant to be.”
“I just wanted to be enough for you.”
“I don’t forgive you.”
“Stop saying sorry! It’s always ‘I’m sorry’. When you really aren’t”
“If you’re sorry, why did you leave me?”
“You thought I was dumb.”
“I know you’re lying.”
“Why did I fall in love with you.”
“I’m so stupid to think we had something.”
“You never cared about me.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Stop being selfish.”
“I moved on.”
“You cheated on me.”
“This isn’t working…”
“No. We can’t… we are too toxic for each other.”
“Why me..”
“Us? There was never an ‘us’.”
“I’m done.”
“It’s better if we just stop seeing each other.”
“I can’t love you.”
“You broke my heart so carelessly. Now you want forgiveness?”
“You don’t deserve me.”
“Leave me alone.”
“Your always mad at me.”
“What do you want? Because I could care less.”
“I was such a fool.”
“You talked to her and then lied about it.”
“You told people that you were single…”
“I thought you loved me..”
“How could you…”
“That’s not going to happen. I already told you.”
“What's wrong with you seriously?”
“You lost me”
“Where’s your new gf/bf?”
“Shouldn’t you be with your new gf/bf”
“I thought things were going amazing”
“I thought wrong…”
“This is goodbye.”
“Don’t you love me?”
“I can’t live without you.’
“What did you expect me to say?”
“Our relationship is in the past. I’m sorry.”
“I like someone else.”
“This will be the last time you lie to me.”
“How did you think this wouldn’t hurt me?”
“I think it’s best if we don’t meet again.”
“You didn’t love me, did you?”
“I hope you're happier.”
“At least you got what you wanted”
“I was miserable and I still loved you.”
“Stop pretending. You wanted me like this… You wanted me broken and you got what you wanted.”
“We can’t keep talking. This isn’t healthy.”
“It’s best if we stop talking… like forever.”
“You're not the same person I fell in love with.”
“You don’t own me.”
“You act like everything is fine when it’s not!”
“Can we not argue for once.”
“Not now. Not even in a million years. I would ever think to give you another chance.”
“I fell for your lies again, and now I’m not anymore.”
“I was nothing to you. I was only a toy for you to manipulate and I fell for it.”
“Why wouldn’t you admit to everything! This was all your fault.”
“I hate you.”
“I despise you.”
“You were my ride or die.”
“I don’t fall in love. I don’t want to be loved or love someone else.”
“If I leave you know you would never see me again.”
“I deserve better.”
“You were my first and would be my last.”
“Don’t – Don’t make me fall in love again.”
“You know we can’t..”
“I know this is random and we haven’t talked in awhile.. But can you stay with me one more night and just forget about everything.”
“It was indeed. The wrong place the wrong time”
“Good for you!”
“Why can’t you be happy for me for once?”
“We shouldn’t be together anymore. I’m supposed to hate you.”
“How could I be so oblivious..”
“Why did I even think I could be enough for you.”
“I needed to hold you once more.”
“I don’t understand.. Wha- what are you saying..”
“I don’t want to say something I’ll regret later.”
“Don’t bother to call me when you need something later.”
“I didn’t mean to. I was just mad..”
“Please forgive me.”
“Why are you suddenly coming back into my life after I just started to do good.”
“Do you not understand the words ‘I’m done’.”
“Haha! You think I love you? That’s pathetic.”
FICS/STORY IDEAS
Here’s some storyline ideas. You can decide if you want it angst or fluff or whatever! I don’t mind if you take this ideas. You don’t need to credit just a tag, so I could read it! Would be great!
All the promises were already broken.
Just one more night with no feelings, nothing. After that we forget.
Reader finds out their relationship was nothing, but a lie.
He wanted her back. She moved on.
Even after breaking up. They still find ways back to each other.
He manipulated her and she fell for it.
They are toxic for each other. But always end up in bed with each other.
He wanted her back but she isn’t giving him another chance.
He left her and she still wanted him back.
They were never meant to be and they knew that. They just can’t let each other go.
She just wanted to be enough for him, but he didn’t care.
He cheated and she found out. Now he realized he can’t live without her.
He didn’t deserve her. But her love for him is stronger.
They thought they had something. But then decided it was best if they stopped seeing each other.
She always forgave him, but this time she didn’t.
How could you be in love with someone who is always mad at you. She knew it was best if she just left. But after everything they've been through it wasn’t going to be easy.
She couldn’t love him as much as she wanted to. It was forbidden to sleep with someone you worked for. But she couldn’t help but ignore the rule.
He was such a fool for letting her into his life. But maybe it was the best thing to happen to him.
They broke up, but they can’t live without each other.
Their relationship was fragments of the past, but deep down their love was still stronger than ever. What happens when they meet again?
She thought things were going amazing. Well she thought wrong.
He got what he wanted and he was happy. Meanwhile she was still broken and miserable.
Their relationship was amazing at the start. But over time the person that she fell in love with wasn’t the same.
After years of talking. They decided it was best if they stopped. Maybe it actually didn’t stop in the end.
He didn’t listen and thought everything was fine. She knew everything wasn’t fine and just wanted him to listen.
She despised him. He was arrogant and only cared about himself. That was until he gave her a ride home.
She didn’t want to fall in love with him again until his touch made her do the one thing she didn’t want to do ‘fall in love again’.
They stopped talking, but he called her wanting just one more night to forget about everything.
No denying they loved each other. But this was their third breakup. It was just best if she left for good.
He was her first love and would be her last. (either she could meet someone else or something!)
He didn't care about any girls and most importantly. He didn’t fall in love. That was until he saw her and his whole life changed.
She knew he was pretending and she wasn’t falling for it.
After years of dating they finally said the 3 words. ‘I love you’
Maybe being snowed in wasn’t so bad after all.
He didn’t seem to understand the words ‘I’m done.’ If they were done, why was she in his bed again.
After years of apologizing. Apology accepted.
After she said don’t ‘bother calling when you need something’. Turns out it was her in the end calling for something.
Maybe jealousy is something that can reunite the flame that was lost.
He was jealous and she didn’t care.
She didn’t trust him. Until one night when drinks got the best of her, and waking up on his couch realized how wrong she was.
She thought he didn’t love her. Until he showed her how much he did.
He didn’t understand that she was breaking up with him. She wanted so badly to say no. But her desires got the best of her.
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since im like i love w/ ur writing can u PLEASE do nate smut??
idk what but like please
-💋anon
Camping
Nathan Doe x Fem reader
Warnings: angst kinda, SMUTTTT
DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE NOT OKAY WITH SMUT OR ARE A MINOR
I’ve been friends with the triplets since I can remember. We’ve been on so many family trips in our time growing up together; beach vacations, skiing, boating. Never did I ever think I would agree to go camping with them.
But here we are in the mountains, setting up our tents and gear. It’s us four and Nate for three days, living out of tents and stuck with no cell service. It’s not exactly my idea of a fun time, but Matt loves the outdoors and Nick and Chris seemed super excited to get away for a while too.
“Pass me another stake, this one won’t go in the fucking ground!” Chris yells from across the jumbled up pile of fabric that we’re struggling to turn into a tent for him and Matt.
“This one is the exact same,” I laugh while grabbing another one out of the package and toss it his way. “But there ya go, have at it kid.”
He grabs it and replaces the one he had been trying to get in at first, this one going into the ground on his first attempt. He shoots me a teasing grin and sticks his tongue out like a little kid, earning a laugh from me in return.
“Maybe you should listen to the boys for once, Y/n,” Nate blurts out, my eyes narrowing in his direction. “Girls weren’t built for these tough woods.” He snickers and tosses a chip into the air before catching it in his mouth.
I turn my attention back to straightening out the fabric in front of me. “Maybe you should make yourself useful and put together your tent. How about that, Nate?” I shoot back without looking at him, my nerves getting more shot with each annoying thing he does. It’s been a fucking day already.
“It was a joke, damn. Someone’s panties are in a wad.” He laughs his smug laugh and I hear Nick quietly scold him.
He’s always been so immature. I deal with him because the boys love him, but if I had it my way I wouldn’t ever be in the same room as him. He just knows what buttons to press to piss me off and make me want to pull my hair out. He thinks it’s so funny to make jokes about me being a helpless, dumb girl, and that is far from the truth. Even if it’s just joke, why keep going if nobody else is laughing?
We spend what feels like hours getting the three tents set up, positioning them next to a little creek. The sound of the water is going to be incredibly nice once I finally get to wind down for bed. For now Matt is setting up a little fire in a pit so we can make some s’mores.
I walk to the back of the van and open the trunk, grabbing two of the fold up chairs we brought and start carrying them towards the fire pit. Nick sees me doing it alone and rushes to help, grabbing two more out of the trunk and trailing behind me.
“Thank you Nicky, there should be one more in the ba-” I cut myself off with a squeal, feeling fingers digging into my sides causing both of my chairs to crash onto the ground.
I whip around and Nate is behind me, a devious grin on his face and his hands up in defense.
“That didn’t even tickle, asshole. It hurt.” I spit at him, leaning down to pick the chairs back up.
“Not my fault you’re sensitive.” He laughs, retreating to the van to grab the other chair.
“I don’t know what his problem is, Y/n. I’m sorry. We can go somewhere fun just us once this trip is over to make up for it!” Nick apologizes, speeding up to walk beside me.
“Don’t worry about it. I’m still having fun with you three.” I smile, opening up the chairs and spacing them out beside the fire pit.
Matt finally gets the fire going and Chris gets back from his adventure of finding some nice sticks for roasting marshmallows. We claim our seats and sit around as the sun goes down, feasting on s’mores and listening to Chris ramble.
“No dude, I swear. I heard the footsteps behind me,” he says with wide eyes. “I was sprinting so fast to get back here.”
“There was not a fucking bear stalking you. We would have seen it.” Matt rolls his eyes, adding a piece of chocolate to his graham cracker.
“Not if it was stalking!” He takes a bite, marshmallow sticking to his cheek. “That’s like… the whole point of stalking,” he talks with his mouth full, “to be secretive.”
“Bro that would have been a cool story to be honest.” Nate chimes in, holding his marshmallow in the flames until it catches fire.
“Nate!” Nick says in a warning tone, his eyes widening as Nate pulls it out of the flames and starts whipping the stick around.
Nate stands up and starts doing a dance with the flaming marshmallow on top, carelessly lashing it back and forth. He runs in circles around our chairs, laughing as he holds it over my head tauntingly. Before I can even register what has happened, oozing hot marshmallow drops down straight onto my chest, a throbbing burn stinging my skin even through my t-shirt. I yelp and curse in pain and try brush it off with my fingers which proves to be no help, the stickiness makes it almost impossible.
“What the fuck bro?” Chris raises his voice at Nate, quickly standing up to help me brush the remnants away.
“I didn’t know it would drip..” he says while holding back a laugh, his hand coming up to cover his mouth.
Tears well in my eyes from the pain and I try to choke them back, pulling my neckline down to see a red welt already blistering up onto my skin. “Fuck you.” I direct at Nate, making eye contact with him as I stand up to head over to Matt’s backpack in his tent. It’s uncomfortably quiet, the only sound being the trickling of the water, the crackling fire and my feet stomping on the leaves.
I unzip the door and rummage through the backpack before finding the first aid kit, jumping when I fear the fabric rustling. Matt’s head pops in and he leans down so his head doesn’t hit the top of the opening. “You need some help?”
I nod and feel a hot tear fall down my cheek, brushing it away quickly as Matt digs through his kit for burn cream. I sit criss cross and he kneels down in front of me, sighing as he brushes my hair back and pulls my collar down. “He got you good, but it didn’t break the skin thankfully.” He swipes an alcohol wipe over it and cleans it up, using a swab to apply some cream. “All better?”
I nod and reach my arms out, sinking into his embrace. “Why does he hate me?” I speak quietly.
“Oh Y/n,” he laughs, “he doesn’t. He’s just immature. He doesn’t know when to stop.”
“Well it feels like he does. Haven’t even been through one night and he’s already getting on my last nerve.”
He pulls back and gives me a knowing look before standing up, holding his hand out and helping me to my feet. “I’ll talk to him. Just try to enjoy your time, okay? Don’t let him ruin your trip.”
I smile in appreciation of Matt and our friendship. I give him a nod and a peck on the cheek, jumping when Nate speaks up.
“The fuck?”
Matt and I snap our heads to him, his tall frame standing in the opening of the tent with a puzzled look on his face.
“What?” I snap, seething with anger. “Can’t even get five minutes away from you, huh?”
He raises an eyebrow and gives us a suggestive look.
“Nate, stop being fucking weird. Y/n is like my sister. Get your ass in here.” Matt demands, guiding me out of the tent and back to Nick and Chris, Nate bumping my shoulder as we cross paths.
The rest of the night is peaceful. Matt and Nate eventually came back to join us in our exchange of campfire stories, a grin across Matt’s face as he takes the seat next to me. We take turns talking about all things spooky, paranormal, conspiracy theories, you name it. When it circles around to Nate for his turn, he shakes his head and sits back in his seat. He remains quiet and standoffish for the rest of the night, engaging in conversation as little as he can.
It’s pitch black and the fire is dwindling down when Nick announces he’s going to head to bed, collecting the sticks and tossing them into the flames.
“Same here, Matt come with me so you don’t wake me up with that loud ass zipper later.” Chris ruffles Matt’s hair and gets pushed away playfully.
“I’ll be in there in a bit,” Nate looks at Nick. “I’ll keep a watch on the fire ‘til it goes out.”
Nick nods and retreats off to their tent, zipping it shut.
“Don’t let the bed bugs bite!” Chris yells as he sprints towards his tent, and Matt mouths ‘help me’ as he scoots in behind him.
The awkwardness in the air is thick and palpable, neither me or Nate uttering a word as the crickets chirp around us. He pokes and prods at the fire, sparks floating off into the air as he moves the remaining logs around. I watch, almost hypnotized by the embers and shake my head, snapping back to reality. As I look up I swear I catch his dark blue eyes looking into mine for a fraction of a second. I huff and stand up, brushing the crumbs off my shirt before I turn around to make my way to my tent.
I zip myself in and do the best skin routine I can do while camping, cleansing my face with wipes and applying my travel moisturizer and serums. I change into a tank top and sleep shorts, happy with the idea of being a little cold while I sleep.
I flip on my portable reading light and set it up beside my air mattress, grabbing a book to read to lull myself to sleep. The soft light is ambient and relaxing along with the steady trickling of the stream just behind my tent.
I read for a while, snug under my blanket and dozing off every couple minutes as my eyes trace across the pages. I hear rustling outside my tent, setting my book down as I listen closer. What if Chris was right and there is a bear stalking us from somewhere beyond the tree line? I jump and gasp as I hear tapping on my door, the fabric rippling and moving around.
“Knock knock…” a deep voice rings out just loud enough for me to hear.
The zipper starts moving around the arch of the entrance, falling down to reveal Nate’s figure standing outside.
“Can I come in?” He whispers.
“Uhh.. I’d rather you didn’t.” I groan and pick my book back up, trying to bring my focus back to the love story in front of me.
“Please? I’ll be quick.” He pleads, dipping his head farther in the tent.
I look up as the light catches on his face, and I can see the dip of his cheekbones, his jaw clenching lightly as he takes a deep breath.
“Fine. Make it snappy.” I concede, sitting up and drawing my legs to my chest instinctively, almost as an effort to protect myself.
I hear the zipper of the door being closed and feel the air mattress dip as he sits on the edge, a good distance still between us. He brings one leg up to rest on the bed and the other hangs down to the ground, nervously kicking back and forth. We sit for a minute without speaking, neither of us wanting to be the first to break the silence. He coughs and clears his throat, urging me to look his way.
“How’s the.. burn?” He asks as his eyes flick down to my chest and back up quickly.
“Really fucking painful.” I state matter of factly, exaggerating to try and make him feel bad.
He breathes out and closes his eyes, an apologetic look written across his face as he opens them again. “Look, Y/n, I’m sor-”
“You don’t have to do this.” I interrupt him, my tone full of annoyance. “I don’t want a half assed apology.”
“Let me talk.. please?” He asks calmly, pulling his other leg up onto the mattress.
I sigh and nod, playing with my fingers that are still interlocked around my legs.
“Y/n. I’m actually really fucking sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” he looks down and shakes his head before looking back up, licking his lips. “I just d-don’t know how to..” he stammers, his fingers coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose in frustration.
“Go on..” I huff, ready to dive back into my book and sleep this night away.
“Can I just see the burn?” He asks hesitantly, a shaking hand reaching up to toy with my fingers.
I swallow back a gasp as the heat of his hand radiates against mine, his soft fingers guiding mine to unlock. His eyes are filled with a softness, an innocence that I’ve never seen before. I release my grip and allow my knees to fall down from my chest, exposing the wound he left on me hours before. It’s nothing major, just a red welt filled with lingering heat. His shoulders slump as he scans over it, his eyes showing remorse as they meet mine again.
“It’s already a lot better.” I admit, regretting the harsh tone I had used earlier when I lied to him about it still being painful.
“Can I?” He asks softly, reaching a hand toward my chest.
I give him a hesitant nod as my cheeks burn, scared he’ll be able to feel my heart pounding in my chest. My blood burns hot as it courses through my body, a visceral reaction to the distance closing between us. His fingertips graze over it with a feather light touch, so soft it’s like he’s almost not touching me at all. He lingers for a moment, his eyes shutting as he shifts his position to be directly in front of me. His hand drops down, landing on my bare calf as his eyes flash up to mine again.
“I just don’t know how to act around you, Y/n.” He is barely audible as his hand squeezes my leg.
“W-what are you talking about, Nate?”
“I just..” his hand inches up to my knee. “I think I make a fool of myself to try and impress you.”
I shake my head, convinced this is just a weird dream that I’m having and I’ll wake up to the same annoying Nate that makes me want to claw at my skin. I can’t help but feel my stomach flip with the way he’s opening up to me.
“I’m serious. I haven’t been able to keep my eyes off you since we were in school together.” His fingers trail up my inner thigh, the rough pads against my skin causing a heat to rush between my thighs.
“Nathan… I-”
“Fuck.” He mumbles under his breath. “You can’t call me that, Y/n.”
“Why not?” I ask in a whisper, my better judgement taking over as I place my hand on top of his own, leading it higher up my thigh.
His breath hitches as he looks down and sees that he’s millimeters away from the hem of my shorts. “Makes me feel some type of way..” he trails off, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down in his throat as he gulps.
“What kind of way, Nathan?” I ask lowly, batting my eyes at him and feigning innocence as I scoot closer.
“Stop it. Don’t start something you can’t finish.” He warns, starting to draw his hand back.
I tighten my grip on his hand and move it higher, pushing the tips of his fingers under the hem and biting my lip. “Who said I don’t feel the same?”
It’s like a weight is lifted off his shoulders. He brings his free hand to my face and caresses it lightly, still a little hesitant but with a hungry look in his eyes. He moves his face closer to mine, hot breath fanning against me as his pink lips ghost over mine.
“Are you sure?” He asks seriously.
“I’m positive.” I answer, closing the distance and taking the opportunity to make the first move.
Our lips mesh together, working against each other slowly. His hand moves to my jaw, fingers resting against the nape of my neck as we kiss like it’s the only thing we know how to do. He pulls away and places a few quick pecks on my lips before diving back in, moving both hands to my hips. He pulls me closer and I take the hint, throwing a leg over him and straddling his lap, never disconnecting our lips. His big hands roam my body, squeezing and grabbing hungrily as he swipes his tongue over my bottom lip. I open my mouth and our tongues synchronize, exploring the parts we’ve both secretly longed for. The kiss is both passionate and filled with lust, low moans breathed into each other’s mouths.
He pulls back and scans my face, his pupils rapidly dilating as he drags his gaze down to my chest. My nipples have caught up with my arousal, becoming taut against the fabric of my tank top. He brings his mouth down and places a kiss on each one through my shirt, a whine escaping my lips at the sensation. He reaches up and places a tender kiss to the burn on my chest, careful not to be too rough.
His hands trail up my hips before moving up and pulling down on the neckline of my top, my breasts spilling out inches from his face.
“So perfect.” He whispers against my skin while placing kisses spanning across my chest.
My head falls back and I grip into his soft hair, pulling on it and earning a low groan. His tongue circles my left nipple before he latches onto it, sucking slowly as his blue eyes lock onto mine. I push his hair out of his forehead as he switches to the other nipple, flicking his tongue across it before sucking a little more harshly.
I can feel him growing beneath me, his erection pressing against my clothed core. I instinctively grind down against it, causing his lips to stall on my nipple and a low moan to escape his throat. He bucks up for more, his throbbing dick providing a delicious pressure against me. His hands leave my body and he pulls his shirt off, leaning back on his hands, propped up and staring at me intently. His defined torso is etched out in the light, a sheen of sweat over his skin despite the cool night air.
“Fuck.. just keep grinding… please.” He pleads, squirming his hips.
I do as I’m told, my hands reaching up to pull my own tank top over my head as I move back and forth on him. I reach down and run my fingers across his stomach, the rippling muscles tensing beneath my fingers as I circle my hips. His face contorts with pleasure, his chest rising and falling rapidly. I can’t help the little whimpers that fall past my lips, my core now dripping with need. The layers of clothing between us do nothing to stop the feeling of his rock hard erection against my clit.
“Nathan.. I need it.” I pant and start loosening the tie on his sweatpants.
“Stand up baby. Let me undress you.” He demands as he guides me to my feet and sits up on the edge of the mattress.
My stomach flutters at the new pet name and at the fact that his lips are now placing hot kisses across the tender fleshy skin. He inches lower, lips grazing against my waistband as he hooks his fingers into them. He looks up at me again with a questioning look, almost as if asking me to confirm I want this for a final time. I nod furiously and he slowly inches the shorts down until they pool around my ankles. He traces the fabric of my underwear lightly before pulling them down, my body now completely exposed in the soft light of my reading lamp. He removes his own pants and boxers in one motion, his dick springing up and a whine falling past his lips at the freeing feeling.
“Now get back on,” he says while resuming his propped up position, “I like seeing your tits in my face.”
The dirty words make my stomach flip. I climb back on top of him, my dripping pussy sliding up across his length, my core clenching in response. I repeat it a few times, gripping onto his shoulders as I slide back and forth across his cock feeling every vein running across its surface. He grips his base with one hand as I lift up, lining himself up with my entrance. I sink down, feeling my walls stretch around him as I take him inch by inch.
“So tight, fuck..” he groans, hips stuttering and resisting the urge to shove all the way into me.
“Y-you’re so big, Nathan.” I whimper, pain turning into pleasure as I begin to loosen up and sink completely down.
“Don’t flatter me, baby.” He smirks and brings a thumb to his mouth, licking it and bringing it down to rub my clit.
I moan out and immediately stop myself, worried about waking the boys who are just a couple thin fabric walls away from us. Nate shushes me and rubs back and forth tantalizingly slow, his pressure rough. I start to bounce up and down on him, gripping onto the arm that’s still propping himself up. The muscles are flexed and hard, and his tanned skin is clammy beneath my fingertips.
His finger leaves my clit and reaches up to pinch my nipple, rolling and tugging on it as I ride him. We’re both panting and holding back our sounds, swallowing them down before they have the chance to escape. His eyes are fully blown out as he bites onto his lip.
“N-Nathan please.. touch me again.” I whisper, sinking down to take all of him back inside and rolling my hips.
“You like when I play with your clit?” He asks with a smug grin before bringing his thumb back down, rubbing faster this time.
“U-uh.. mhm… fuck.” I can barely form words, the pleasure making my brain cloudy.
My thighs burn as I bounce up and down, feeling his swollen tip brush against my walls with every movement. He starts to buck his hips up along with my movements, pushing himself impossibly deep into my core. I taste iron in my mouth as I bite onto my bottom lip, desperate to keep my moans contained. A pressure is building in my lower stomach as he toys with me, his index finger inching its way to my clit to roll it between his thumb.
In the blink of an eye he’s on top of me, his chain dangling over my face. He hooks one of his arms around my thigh and pushes it up against my stomach, the other sprawled out to the side. His other arm props himself up above me, his veins lining his arms and straining underneath his skin.
He pushes into me and curses fall out of his mouth as he begins to pump in and out. His hips slap against my skin rhythmically, my breasts bouncing with each impact. Each thrust brings me closer to the edge as head brushes repeatedly against my g spot.
“I’m close, baby. F-fuck.. wanna cum in you so bad..” he groans, his head falling down into my neck.
I lean over and hover my lips by his ear. “Please, Nathan..” I almost beg, my pussy starting to clench around him already.
My pleas send him over the edge, his dick twitching as he shoots his load into me. He pushes all the way in as he paints my walls, and the sensation brings me to my own climax. My stomach clenches as I throb around him, his name falling out of my lips over and over. We moan out together as we ride through our releases, my hands clawing down his back as I arch up off the bed against him. He falls down on top of me, my breath hitching at the feeling of his dick sliding out, still so sensitive from my climax.
“Oh my god.” He pants out as he rolls over to lay down beside me.
My head is swimming and my entire body is pulsing. I look over and place a soft kiss against his lips, too tired to even think about talking right now.
We lay together for a while, drinking in the bliss and caressing each other with soft hands. He eventually gets up to rummage through my bags, finding a pack of baby wipes. He tenderly cleans me up before grabbing a new one and cleans himself off. We redress and he plops back down into the mattress.
“As much as I would love to sleep in here..” he starts, leaving the statement open ended.
“I know. It’s okay.” I smile and pull him closer, brushing the hair out of his eyes.
He melts against me and cuddles against my chest. Time feels slow as we listen to the babbling creek and the crickets chirping in the woods.
A different kind of chirping causes me to shoot my eyes open, panic flooding in as I see the light through the tent and Nate’s chest rising and falling underneath my blanket. I hit his chest and he jumps, his eyes flying open and the same panicked look written across his face.
“What are we gonna do?” I whisper, rubbing my hands across my face.
“Hey.” He grabs my hands, pulling them away from my face. “I’ll just sneak into my tent and go to sleep next to Nick like I was supposed to.”
I nod frantically and lay down, faking sleep as he presses a kiss against my hair and hurries to undo the zipper on the door.
“Fuck.” He mumbles.
“What, Nathan?” I sit up, scanning around to see what he’s so worried about.
To our surprise, all three boys sit around the fire pit with a flame already blazing, cups of hot chocolate in their hands as they smirk and laugh over at us.
“You guys have fun last night?”
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Hey There Darlin' - Chapter 4
A Glen Powell RPF Series
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Glen feels like he's buzzing.
Like the kind of buzzing you feel when you've had one too many cups of coffee, or a hit of pre workout just before a big gym session.
Except this time, he knows it has nothing to do with caffeine.
It's Billie.
He’s known her for less than twenty-four hours, but already he feels like he can’t get enough of her. Of her voice, her eyes, her lips, of her smile. Her fucking gorgeous smile.
Glen looks over when he sees a black Ford pick up pulling up a few spaces away, his eyes widening in surprise when he sees Billie step out of the car. He sucks in a breath as he looks her over, feeling his muscles clench as his eyes run over her body. Her thick legs, her round ass, her toned abdomen peeking out from beneath the cropped shirt she’s wearing. It’s enough to send him spinning.
Fuck.
He looks back at his reflection in his rearview mirror, running his fingers through his hair and putting his cap back on. He bares his teeth, checking for any missed pieces of food, before letting out a heavy breath and getting out of his car.
“Billie!”
Glen sees her look up at his call, a happy smile parting her lips when she sees him. He jogs the short distance over to her, watching as she puts her phone away and reaches up to shield her face from the afternoon sun.
“Nice wheels” he says, gesturing to her pick up behind her, Billie’s smile widening.
“Thanks. I like yours too”.
Glen grins, glancing back over at his own Chevy Silverado, his big silver truck standing out like a shining beacon in the Ikea parking lot.
“Can I ask you a question?” Billie asks as they start walking towards the entrance, Glen watching the way her long ponytail bobs as she walks.
The colour reminds him of roasted espresso beans, with ribbons of warm chocolate rippling through.
“Shoot”.
“It must be really hard for you to just, go out shopping? I mean everywhere you go, you kind of risk being stampeded by fans” Billie says, looking at the building entrance and back at Glen, “It didn’t even occur to me what this might be like for you, and now I feel a bit stupid that I asked you to come along. To Ikea of all places”.
Glen laughs and shakes his head. “Billie, I’d have said yes to anything you said if it meant that I got to spend more time with you”.
Glen loves the way her smile grows then, the soft blush that creeps into her golden skin from his words.
She has no idea how fucking gorgeous she is.
“But to answer your question, yes, it can be hard. It’s not something I really thought about though, at least until Top Gun. That kind of changed everything”.
Billie laughs, and Glen immediately decides that her laugh is one of his new favourite sounds.
“I mean, not to go all fan girl on you, but I can see why that happened. You were pretty memorable in that movie” Billie says, offering a soft, sheepish smile and pulling her ponytail forward so that it tumbles down her shoulder.
“Yeah, as the asshole character” Glen replies, teasing another chuckle from Billie that makes his stomach flip.
“Well you did sort of save the day at the end, so perhaps that’s more the reason?” Billie reasons, her shoulders lifting in an adorable shrug, “Or you know, there’s the whole beach scene too, you were kind of gorg---, I mean, hard to forget in that”.
Glen turns to Billie with a raised eyebrow, willing her to continue talking. Instead he sees her mash her lips together, her eyes squeezing shut and her brow furrowing for a moment. She looks up at Glen a second later, her eyes big and beautiful, flashing with what Glen can only describe as embarrassment.
“I’m going to shut up now, because I’ve said too much and I’m making an idiot of myself”.
Glen drops his head back and laughs, clapping his hands together.
“You know, I’d be quite happy to recreate that scene for you if you really wanted to see it again. Private screening, just for you”
Billie laughs and shoves him playfully.
“You’re trouble, you know that?”
Glen doesn’t answer, instead flashing Billie his most charming grin.
“Alright so tell me, what kind of couch are we looking for?” Glen asks when they reach the entrance, cold, air-conditioned air blasting them as they walk through, “How many seats? Fold out? Material? Where is it going in your house?”
Billie bites her bottom lip again, and Glen has to put his hands on his hips to stop himself from grabbing her face and kissing her.
“I can’t answer any of those questions except that it’s going in my living room” Billie says, lifting her hands up in an I-don't-know-gesture’, the two walking through to the first of the showrooms.
“Okay so do you have any ideas of what you’re after then?” he asks, pausing when Billie leans over to run her hand over a navy throw blanket.
“A colour that Nugget’s fur won’t be so noticeable on. That’s about it so far”.
Glen laughs.
“Okay so no dark colours then” he says as they browse the concept bedroom, the theme an earthy mix of whites, browns and deep greens.
They move onto the next room - another bedroom, this one decorated in an urban, industrial theme. It’s all exposed brick walls and black fixtures, the bed linen a tangle of moody greys and dark navy. It reminds Glen of his own style at home, making him think of the dark charcoal sheets that are currently on his bed.
Sheets, he thinks, that would look great under Billie’s naked body.
Fuck.
His mind wanders for the tenth time since he’s been here, looking over to find Billie bending over to pick up and inspect a large terracotta coloured cushion. All of a sudden, his eyes are glued to her ass, her round, peachy ass in her bright blue, skin tight shorts.
He imagines it in just a pair of panties and nothing else, a deep wine colour, a tiny, lace and silk number that covers next to nothing. He imagines her bent over in front of him, a cheek in each of his hands, her skin soft and buttery smooth as he kneads her supple flesh.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Glen exhales deeply, squeezing his eyes shut and forcing himself to get his thoughts in check. He looks up a moment later to see Billie taking a photo of the tag on the cushion she's holding, before dropping it back onto the bed and making her way into the next room.
“Maybe suede?” Billie asks, running her hand over the back of a grey suede loveseat she's just stopped in front of, Glen following close behind.
“Probably not the best for fur though” Glen counters, Billie nodding in agreement and leaning her hip against the couch as she looks around the new room.
Glen hears laughter up ahead and he turns to see a group of girls walking towards the room they're in. There's four of them, all eighteen or so, laughing and chatting away at each other as they walk.
He exhales heavily through his nose. Young girls were always tough to deal with when he was out - they made the most noise. They also posted everything on social media.
The last thing he wants is fan attention when he's out with Billie, or worse, paparazzi following him in Ikea of all places. He knows from past experience it’s one of the quickest ways to freak out a girl he likes, particularly one that isn’t in the spotlight like Billie.
He has a split second to make a decision.
And so, he does.
“I think I like grey or ta--”
Billie’s words are abruptly cut short when Glen grabs her hand, pulling her into a nearby alcove behind the bedroom's wardrobe.
“Are we hiding?” Billie whispers after a moment, confusion evident on her face as she looks up at Glen in front of her.
He nods.
For a second he can’t think of anything except Billie, about how fucking gorgeous she is, about how right at this current moment she’s pressed up against him against a wardrobe, her fingers still wrapped in his.
Billie frowns, an amused, but confused expression on her face, Glen watching as she leans back to poke her head out of the alcove.
Glen sees her face transform with understanding when she sees what Glen is hiding from, the sound of the girls laughing and talking now evident inside the room. She leans back in towards Glen, a soft smile on her face, and it takes everything Glen has not to lean in and kiss her right there and then.
They both still when they hear the voices come closer, Glen's grip on Billie's hand tightening. He feels a momentary sting of alarm, all manner of potential scenarios now playing out in his head.
His chest tightens as he sucks in a deep breath, panic suddenly taking over his brain.
Fuck. Here we go.
He hears footsteps walk into the alcove and Glen isn't sure what to do, his thoughts immediately silenced when Billie reaches for his jaw and pulls his mouth to hers.
Oh, Billie.
In an instant every part of him relaxes, concerns from just a moment ago seemingly forgotten. Her lips are soft against his, moving against his in a tender kiss, her free hand cupping his jaw and holding his face to hers. He releases her other hand and searches for her waist, his fingers finding the bare skin beneath her short shirt and gripping at her warm flesh.
She's everywhere, all at once, the sweet taste of her mouth, the softness of her lips, the intoxicating scent of her skin, every single one of his senses suddenly drowning in her. Glen's heart races in his chest, his brain unable to think of anything else except Billie.
He hears the awkward stammering of the intruding girl, but it's barely audible above his heart beat in his ears. Just when Glen thinks he could die right here and now, Billie breaks away and turns her head, her hand still holding his face to her neck. He realises she’s shielding him, hiding his face from the unknown girl, his chest all but heaving as his mouth hangs less than an inch from her neck.
“Oh um, sorry” Billie says with a mischievous exaggerated giggle, the other girl muttering her own apology.
Glen barely listens as the girl backs away out of the alcove, unable to concentrate on anything except Billie's neck. He breathes in her scent, delicious and warm, forcing himself to stay still. It takes everything he has not to close that one inch gap and press his lips to Billie’s throat, every single fibre in his body screaming at him to drag his tongue along her skin.
Some part of him hears the girl return to her friends, the group giggling and quickly scurrying out of the showroom moments later. Reluctantly he pulls away when Billie releases his face, a heavy breath leaving his mouth as he does. Billie looks back at him with bright, wide eyes, Glen hyper aware that her chest is still pressed to his and his fingers are still gripping the warm skin of her waist. His thoughts are all but blank, except for how much he wants to do that all over again.
He's buzzing again, stronger now, the feel of Billie's lips against his seemingly burnt into his brain. He drops his head back against the wall behind him and looks down at her with an incredulous smile, words struggling to form in his mind.
“Th---that was---”.
“Some quick thinking?” Billie interrupts, finishing his sentence for him and flashing a gentle grin.
He opens his mouth to speak but no words come out, Billie laughing and grabbing his hand from her waist. He says nothing as she wraps her fingers in his and steps away from him, pulling on his hand so that his body peels away from the wall and follows her back out into the bedroom.
“C'mon you, we've gotta find me a couch”.
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Billie
“Are you sure you’re okay with those? I can carry one if you need”.
Glen looks down at her and shakes his head, two furniture flat packs nestled firmly under each of his arms. Billie forces herself to keep her eyes trained on his face, fighting the urge to stare at his thick biceps.
“No need darlin’, I got this”.
Billie exhales silently.
How is his voice so damn attractive?
How does he make that ONE WORD sound so damn attractive?
How is ALL of him so damn attractive?
She swallows thickly.
She still can’t believe how bold she’d been earlier, still not quite believing that she’d kissed Glen. It was a split second idea that needed a split second decision. And she’d done it without a second thought.
She’d kissed Glen Powell.
The look on his face when she’d pulled away had made it all worth it though, and it had taken everything she had not to lean back in and kiss him up against the wall of the Ikea wardrobe.
God.
To say she was attracted to him was an understatement, now even more so if that was even possible. To his gorgeous green eyes, his devastatingly sexy smile, his broad, muscled chest. If she were a cartoon, she was pretty certain she’d be drawn with permanent heart shaped eyes every time she looked at him.
Billie pulls out her keys when they reach her car, unlocking the tailgate and stepping back to allow Glen to unload the flat packs into her tray.
After much searching she’d ended up finding a couch she liked - an ‘L’ shaped three seater with a chaise extension, in a rich caramel coloured leather. There hadn’t been any left in stock though, so she’d instead ordered it, with delivery expected early next week.
She’d also found a new wooden end table and a small oak bookshelf that she loved, both of which Glen was currently hauling into her car.
Billie opens the front door of her pick up and throws the bag of assorted cream and grey cushions she'd also bought onto the passenger seat, closing the door and turning around in time to see Glen shutting her tailgate. He reaches up to readjust his hat, his sandy blonde hair peaking out from beneath it, an effortlessly handsome smile on his chiselled face.
Billie wonders idly if he has any idea of the effect he has on her. Or on women in general for that matter.
“So I know we’ve spent the better part of the afternoon together, and at the risk of sounding needy, can I ask what you’re doing for dinner?”.
Billie can’t help the smile that tugs at her lips then, her face falling a second later when she remembers she actually does have plans.
“I've actually got a dinner to go to, a house-warming barbecue up in the hills”.
She feels her heart fall when his face drops, and in an instant she wishes she hadn't RSVP'd to her Saturday night plans.
“My boss just bought a new place” Billie explains looking down at her hands and then back up at Glen again, “but---, I’m free all day tomorrow?”.
His face instantly lights up at her words and suddenly her heart is soaring again, his gorgeous grin returning.
“It’s a date”.
Billie laughs and tilts her head, raising an eyebrow. “Does that mean today counts as our first date then?”.
Glen shrugs adorably. “That depends”.
“On?”
“Whether or not you liked it. If you didn’t, then no, it doesn’t count and tomorrow can be our real first date”.
Billie laughs out loud, shaking her head so that her ponytail swishes along her shoulder.
“I like unconventional dates” she says lifting up her hands in a shrug, “There isn’t so much pressure”.
Glen nods in agreement.
“Unconventional” he says repeating her word as if he’s thinking of ideas, his grin suddenly growing even wider.
Billie laughs again, but she can't help the frown that suddenly bends her brow.
“All of a sudden I’m scared to ask about what you’ve now got planned for tomorrow”.
Glen winks conspiratorially.
“I’ll message you with the time”.
“Can I at least have a hint?”
Glen shakes his head.
“Nope” he says, making the ‘p’ sound pop, “You said you like surprises”.
Bille laughs and rolls her eyes, immediately cursing herself for telling him that earlier.
“So I’ll see you tomorrow?” Glen says, pushing himself off her car and stepping towards her.
Billie only nods, a school-girl smile threatening to split her face.
She sucks in a breath when he leans in towards her, his lips grazing her cheek with a gentle kiss. She closes her eyes momentarily, opening them back up when he steps away, seeing him look down at her with a smile that makes her knees weak.
“Have a good night Billie”
Billie lets out a shaky, silent breath and smiles.
“You too Glen”.
He winks at her and suddenly Billie seriously considers cancelling her dinner plans, watching as he walks off towards his truck. He turns to look back at her when he reaches his car, that same damn gorgeous smile etched on his face as he waves at her. She stays frozen by her car, her mind reeling as she mentally goes over the afternoon she's just had, reaching up to wave back at him.
Moments later he's in his truck and driving away, leaving Billie standing alone in the Ikea parking lot with nothing but a stomach full of nerves and a mind full of excitement for tomorrow.
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[CN] Victor’s Mind Quest: Melding Into You (Eng Translation)
⌚Warning⌚ This post contains detailed spoilers for a mind quest, 纵融流入你, that is yet to be released on the global server! ♡
[Additional warning]: Same old warning LOL. Considering the super vivid explicitness, if you don’t qualify for the 17+ rating of the game (CN server), it’s very highly recommended that you don’t proceed under the cut~ :>
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【Chapter 1】
With every breath, the air is saturated with the briny smell of seawater. The sun is beaming so brilliantly that it appears almost white, reminiscent of a melted silver sphere.
The scorching sand sears through the soles of my shoes, grilling the bottoms of my feet. The water within my body evaporates continuously as sweat trickles down.
MC: Ngh… Victor…
Lacking strength, I weakly tug at the hem of his shirt, and my hand naturally reaches into the backpack, retrieving the item I need.
MC: Ah… we’re about to run out of this last bottle of water too.
I hold the remaining half-filled bottle of mineral water against my ear and give it a shake, attempting to quench my thirst by listening to the sound of water.
MC: I feel like I’m being roasted from head to toe…
V̲i̲c̲t̲o̲r̲ ̲s̲h̲i̲f̲t̲s̲ ̲h̲i̲s̲ ̲p̲o̲s̲i̲t̲i̲o̲n̲ ̲a̲n̲d̲ ̲s̲t̲a̲n̲d̲s̲ ̲i̲n̲ ̲f̲r̲o̲n̲t̲ ̲o̲f̲ ̲m̲e̲ ̲a̲t̲ ̲a̲ ̲d̲i̲f̲f̲e̲r̲e̲n̲t̲ ̲a̲n̲g̲l̲e̲,̲ ̲a̲l̲i̲g̲n̲i̲n̲g̲ ̲h̲i̲m̲s̲e̲l̲f̲ ̲a̲t̲ ̲j̲u̲s̲t̲ ̲t̲h̲e̲ ̲r̲i̲g̲h̲t̲ ̲t̲u̲r̲n̲ ̲s̲o̲ ̲h̲i̲s̲ ̲s̲h̲a̲d̲o̲w̲ ̲s̲h̲i̲e̲l̲d̲s̲ ̲m̲e̲ ̲f̲r̲o̲m̲ ̲t̲h̲e̲ ̲s̲c̲o̲r̲c̲h̲i̲n̲g̲ ̲s̲u̲n̲.̲
Victor: Let’s take a break if you’re tired.
I shake my head, gazing at the beach with endless waves in the distance and our private yacht stranded on the shore. It still feels unbelievable to me.
Who could have imagined it would turn out like this before we set off?
Recently, the several new projects Victor has been working on have been progressing steadily. And I have also finally managed to carve out some time for a vacation.
Thereupon, we hopped onto Victor’s private boat and set sail, fully prepared for a delightful voyage at sea.
However, the navigation system suddenly failed when we were out at sea, leaving us without any means to find our way back to shore, and eventually, we ran out of fuel.
We drifted at the mercy of the waves for over ten hours at sea before finally making landfall on this unnamed island with no signal. And now, we are on the verge of running out of resources.
Victor sighs and reaches out, placing his hand on my forehead and the nape of my neck while I’m lost in thought.
Victor: Your body temperature is still normal. It doesn’t seem like you’ve got a heatstroke.
H͟e͟ u͟n͟s͟c͟r͟e͟w͟s͟ t͟h͟e͟ w͟a͟t͟e͟r͟ b͟o͟t͟t͟l͟e͟ a͟n͟d͟ p͟o͟u͟r͟s͟ o͟u͟t͟ a͟b͟o͟u͟t͟ h͟a͟l͟f͟ a͟ c͟a͟p͟f͟u͟l͟ o͟f͟ w͟a͟t͟e͟r͟. T͟h͟e͟n͟, h͟e͟ d͟i͟p͟s͟ h͟i͟s͟ f͟i͟n͟g͟e͟r͟t͟i͟p͟ i͟n͟t͟o͟ t͟h͟e͟ w͟a͟t͟e͟r͟ a͟n͟d͟ p͟r͟e͟s͟s͟e͟s͟ t͟h͟e͟ m͟o͟i͟s͟t͟u͟r͟e͟ a͟g͟a͟i͟n͟s͟t͟ m͟y͟ p͟a͟r͟c͟h͟e͟d͟ l͟i͟p͟s͟.
As my lips become moist and cool, I can’t help but rub my lips against his fingertips. At this moment, looking up, I find that his own lips are also slightly chapped.
Victor: Where has your imagination run off to again?
Looking at his fatigued yet still unwavering expression, I find myself unable to utter a single despondent phrase like “We’re doomed” or “What are we going to do?”
I͟ s͟i͟m͟p͟l͟y͟ c͟u͟r͟v͟e͟ m͟y͟ l͟i͟p͟s͟ u͟p͟w͟a͟r͟d͟s͟ a͟n͟d͟ m͟o͟i͟s͟t͟e͟n͟ h͟i͟s͟ l͟i͟p͟s͟, m͟i͟r͟r͟o͟r͟i͟n͟g͟ h͟i͟s͟ g͟e͟s͟t͟u͟r͟e͟ j͟u͟s͟t͟ n͟o͟w͟.
MC: I’m just thinking, CEO Victor is always so thoughtful in moments like this.
Victor doesn’t expose my thoughts. Instead, he simply takes my hand and guides me in a different direction, heading straight for the lush forest at the heart of the island.
We savor a brief moment of relief, cooling ourselves off beneath the shades of the trees before Victor opens his mouth unhurriedly.
Victor: The coastal area we passed by appears deserted and untouched for a long time. Instead of trying our luck under the blazing sun, it’s wiser to change our route.
MC: What makes you so sure?
Victor: In the spot where our boat got stranded, there were long discarded fishing nets underwater. Judging by the level of corrosion, they must have been there for at least three to five years.
Victor: Since we can’t be certain that help will be available, we need to move towards a location abundant in resources.
Victor: In areas filled with vegetation, even if we run out of fresh drinking water, we can still resort to extracting water from the soil layer.
Victor: The emergency food in our bag is sufficient to sustain us for half a month, and that should provide ample time for the insurance company to locate us.
As always, he calmly assesses the situation, and his confident tone sparks courage within me.
MC: Makes sense! I now feel like I was really being carried away earlier, thinking that we were about to dominate the headlines of next week’s news.
MC: Something like, “The CEO of LFG and his girlfriend have been missing since their trip at sea, suspected to have been killed on an unnamed island”...
Victor glances at me with a helpless yet amused expression.
Victor: You have the energy to crack jokes now. Seems like you’ve had a good rest?
Taking a deep breath, I muster all the strength I have left within me and tightly grip back onto his hand.
MC: Hmm! Let’s go! Let’s set off!
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As we go deeper into the woods, the terrain grows steeper. After walking for more than ten minutes, we’ve arrived at the highest point of this small hill.
I involuntarily find myself stopping in my tracks, my eyes widening.
MC: …Victor, look!
Clusters of cottages dot the landscape along the paved road, nestled at the foot of the hills. The lush greenery of the island encircles them, akin to pearls embraced by green velvet.
Smoke rises from the kitchen chimneys of some houses, and clean laundry hangs in the front and back of the yards. Down by the seaside, freshly caught seafood is being sun-dried.
After being away from any signs of human habitation, I finally lay my eyes on the sparkling radiance of human civilization once again.
I can’t help but breathe a sigh of relief, and from the corner of my eye, I see that Victor’s previously slightly tensed jaw has also relaxed.
Our footsteps can’t help but quicken, and we hurry towards the seaside village.
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Fifteen minutes later. We find ourselves seated on the cool, wide wooden chairs in the courtyard of the village chief's house, drinking water from enamel cups in big gulps.
The village chief listens to our experiences and nods understandingly.
Village Chief: Don’t blame yourselves. It was just a stroke of bad luck that you happened to be caught up in it.
Village Chief: Even we old fishermen didn’t anticipate that this magnetic storm would have an impact on our coastal waters.
During the conversation, we learn that the name of this island is White Pearl Island, and the villagers here make a living through pearl farming.
As Victor had surmised before, the western coast where we made landfall had only been used as a fishing ground about a decade ago.
As time went on, the village prospered through pearl farming, and the villagers abandoned the fishing grounds to develop and operate pearl harvesting sites in the eastern coastal area.
While the village chief briefly steps away, Victor leans against the door with his arms crossed, appearing as composed as if he were standing in his own office.
Victor: What’s on your mind?
MC: I’m thinking, this place is so serene, untouched by excessive development. It’s perfectly suited for a sojourn.
MC: And who knows, I might even have the chance to enjoy a sumptuous seafood feast prepared by CEO Victor using fresh fish and shrimp!
A smile tugs at the corners of Victor’s lips as he pinches my cheek.
Victor: Always thinking about food.
Victor: Although, if a certain someone wants a peaceful vacation without any disruptions, this place certainly meets your criteria.
MC: I’m very satisfied, but I wonder if CEO Victor will be able to adapt?
I͟ a͟r͟c͟h͟ a͟n͟ e͟y͟e͟b͟r͟o͟w͟ a͟s͟ I͟ l͟o͟o͟k͟ a͟t͟ h͟i͟m͟. V͟i͟c͟t͟o͟r͟ b͟e͟n͟d͟s͟ d͟o͟w͟n͟ a͟n͟d͟ u͟n͟t͟a͟n͟g͟l͟e͟s͟ a͟ f͟e͟w͟ s͟t͟r͟a͟n͟d͟s͟ o͟f͟ m͟y͟ l͟o͟n͟g͟, s͟w͟e͟a͟t͟-s͟o͟a͟k͟e͟d͟, k͟n͟o͟t͟t͟e͟d͟ h͟a͟i͟r͟, a͟ s͟m͟i͟l͟e͟ f͟o͟r͟m͟i͟n͟g͟ o͟n͟ h͟i͟s͟ l͟i͟p͟s͟.
Victor: Why would I want to pass up the opportunity to reside in this “Seaside Utopia”?
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Beneath the setting sun, Victor and I find ourselves standing at the entrance of a run-down health center.
The rosy golden light casts upon the shabby outer walls and stairway marred by dust, serving as a declaration of the antiquated and abandoned state of this place.
I wrap my arm around Victor’s and give him a wink.
MC: Although there isn’t a proper inn in the village, the village chief’s recommendation is not bad.
MC: For a village without a tourism industry, the living conditions here are much better than I imagined.
Victor: I see, so I wonder who was murmuring about being stranded on a deserted island earlier, and now in the blink of an eye, she can just “go with the flow”?
MC: It’s true that I’m not adept at survival on a deserted island... but I definitely excel at turning a place into a warm and cozy little home.
With his eyes on me, Victor’s lips form into a smile, warm like the hues of the sunset glow.
Victor: Well, I’m looking forward to seeing your performance.
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【Chapter 2】
The moment the rusty key turns the lock and the door opens, a stream of sunlight floods through the crack, illuminating the billowing dust.
MC: Cough, cough, cough–– so dusty––
V͟i͟c͟t͟o͟r͟ c͟o͟v͟e͟r͟s͟ m͟y͟ n͟o͟s͟e͟ a͟n͟d͟ m͟o͟u͟t͟h͟, p͟u͟l͟l͟i͟n͟g͟ m͟e͟ b͟e͟h͟i͟n͟d͟ h͟i͟m͟. I͟ s͟q͟u͟e͟e͟z͟e͟ p͟a͟s͟t͟ a͟n͟d͟ r͟e͟s͟t͟ m͟y͟ h͟e͟a͟d͟ o͟n͟ h͟i͟s͟ s͟h͟o͟u͟l͟d͟e͟r͟, p͟e͟e͟r͟i͟n͟g͟ i͟n͟.
…it appears that the deserted state of this village health center exceeds my imagination.
The unattended floor, constantly exposed to heat and humidity, is covered in a layer of mold and dust. Each step on it produces a creaking sound. I try turning on the incandescent bulb, but it doesn’t light up.
There are even more “surprises” awaiting us as we step inside. The water in the toilet tank fills up slowly, and it makes a gurgling noise when flushed. The window glass is cracked, resembling a spider’s web.
The sole good news is that the signal of the landline phone at the health center is quite stable. Using his phone’s contact list, Victor dials the insurance company.
They inform us that they will come to rescue us and the boat once the seafaring is no longer affected. At that time, they will contact this phone number again.
As Victor wraps up the phone call, I have already prepared the cleaning tools and solemnly hand him a mask.
MC: Comrade Victor, it seems that our transformation task is very demanding!
Casting a brief glance my way, Victor rolls up his sleeves and takes out a screwdriver from the toolbox.
Victor: Does it scare you?
MC: Absolutely not! With the hardworking and wise CEO Victor at my side, why would I be scared?
MC: Let’s get to work!
As I go from scrubbing the floor to changing bed sheets and pillowcases, I gradually feel like I have turned into a cleaning robot.
In the meantime, Victor takes apart the light bulbs and rewires the filaments, restores the pieces of furniture that are still usable, and even goes through the process of repairing the electrical circuitry in the house.
By the time we’ve finally renovated the health center to a state that people can actually live in, the setting sun outside the window has long dipped below the sea surface.
As I lean back and topple onto the one-person hospital bed, to my surprise, I immediately hear an ominous creaking sound coming from beneath me.
Before I can react, the wheels at the bottom of the begin to roll, causing both the bed and me lying on it to move backward––
MC: ?!
A hand grabs onto the bed rail at its head, forcing it to a stop. As I lift my head, true to my expectations, I am met with the sight of a Victor with knitted brows.
Victor: …
MC: …ahem, this bed is surprisingly fun. CEO Victor, would you like to give it a try?
Victor: Indeed, it’s quite entertaining. Maybe I should build a track for you, and I bet a certain someone can ride the bed from the health center all the way to the sea.
I make a face at him and bend down to close the valve next to the wheels. Then, Victor and I each lay down on our respective beds.
After a long period of hustle and fatigue, we certainly both are in need of a thorough rest.
I nestle under the makeshift bedsheet that serves as a thin blanket, almost wishing to never wake up once I fall asleep. However, as soon as I close my eyes, the sound of rain reaches my ears from outside.
The torrential raindrops relentlessly pound against the roof tiles and awning, creating the reminiscence of war drums on a summer island beating against me.
My sleepiness is entirely vanquished by the joint assault of rainwater and roof tiles, ultimately leading to a complete and utter defeat.
In a daze, I open my eyes and habitually reach for my phone tucked under the pillow. It’s already 2 a.m.
Since I don’t have any sleepiness anyway, I simply decide to hold onto my phone, which has no signal or internet, and start flipping through my photo album.
From the sights we’ve shared together, to the fine delicacies cooked by Victor, and onto the little animals gravitating around him…
I find myself being so enthralled as I delve into the photos that I have completely forgotten about my insomnia. Whenever I come across something interesting, I excitedly turn over and delve deeper.
At this moment, the bed beside me makes a creaking sound. And with the dim light of my phone, I see Victor sitting up.
MC: Huh, you’re still not asleep?
Victor: I’m not so dull that I won’t be able to hear the sound of a certain someone tossing and turning.
Victor walks over and sits at the edge of my little bed.
Victor: I’m not feeling sleepy yet. I’ll keep you company for a bit.
As the screen of the idle phone gradually dims, fading into a dark and somber hue, Victor’s outline also slowly dissolves into obscurity.
Amid the darkness, just as I shift slightly to the side, his warmth instantly draws closer.
His long, slender, and toned body presses against mine, as Victor leans against the edge of the bed, squeezing into the cramped space of the tiny bed with me.
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[Anika’s Notes]: Haha, I love how MC calls the bed “小小床” (xiao xiao chuang), really emphasizing how small it really is LOL *cries in their inability to sleep a single night apart* 🥺
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The bed creaks under the weight, apparently struggling to bear our combined load. His arm comes around me, embracing my back.
Victor: Why are you still not sleeping?
MC: [coquettishly] It’s my first time spending the night in a health center, so I’ve not adapted to it yet. And the sound of the rain on the roof is so noisy!
MC: I feel like I need someone to coax me to sleep~
Victor’s arm clasps me deeper into him, letting my face rest snugly against his chest.
Victor: Dummy…
Victor: If the sound of the rain is bothersome, just listen to my breathing. Don’t let your mind wander anywhere else.
In the dimness of the night, I can clearly hear his breathing. It sets off an uneven and erratic rhythm in my heart.
He is so close… so close.
The proximity is such that even the slightest movement causes our skin to graze against each other, sending tingles of sensation through me. It’s so close that his lips, when opening and closing, brush against my ear from time to time.
I try not to let my imagination run wild, but I feel that tingling sensation from my ear spreading to my cheeks.
Victor gently pats my back, and t͟h͟e͟ s͟o͟u͟n͟d͟ o͟f͟ h͟i͟s͟ v͟o͟i͟c͟e͟ c͟a͟s͟c͟a͟d͟e͟s͟ d͟o͟w͟n͟ u͟p͟o͟n͟ m͟e͟ l͟i͟k͟e͟ d͟r͟i͟f͟t͟i͟n͟g͟ d͟a͟n͟d͟e͟l͟i͟o͟n͟s͟, bringing with it a soft and tingling sensation.
Victor: Is this method not effective?
MC: It’s very effective. I’m already feeling more relaxed.
Victor: So why are you staring with your eyes wide open instead of sleeping? What mischievous thoughts are you up to?
MC: It’s not that easy to fall asleep, okay… How about we play a little bedtime game?
Victor: …insatiable.
The freshly dried quilt cover has no trace of detergent scent, allowing Victor’s warm breath to permeate through it––
Akin to a tiny hook, it entices me to draw closer, pressing myself against him.
MC: Or else, let me just soak up some of that “Victor energy.”
With these words, I extend my hand under the covers and wrap my arms around him, simultaneously tilting my head up and nuzzling my cheek against his chin.
Victor allows me to s͟h͟o͟w͟e͟r͟ h͟i͟m͟ w͟i͟t͟h͟ k͟i͟s͟s͟e͟s͟ a͟n͟d͟ g͟e͟n͟t͟l͟e͟ r͟u͟b͟s͟, until the sleep bugs slowly cast a veil of moist and warm haze before my eyes.
I close my eyes and curl up against his chest, longingly and fondly.
Victor: Sleepy?
I initially wanted to deny it, but a sly idea sparks in my mind, and I pretend to be drowsy as I reply.
MC: Mhm… a little…
With my eyes closed, I snuggle closer and plant a kiss on the nape of his neck before nestling my head back down, pretending to be in a sleepy state.
Victor: …but I’m not sleepy anymore.
I hear Victor take a deep breath, somewhat helplessly brushing away the stray strands of hair from my face.
Following this, a soft and warm touch falls at the corner of my lips.
MC: [blushing] Ngh…
Pretending to be drowsy, I tilt my head slightly, positioning myself so his kiss lands precisely on my lips.
Victor: …
His breath falters momentarily, then transforms into a knowing and husky exhale.
Victor: Your acting isn’t bad.
The softness on my lips slightly intensifies, prying open the space between my teeth and transmitting a dry and warm heat.
I͟ f͟e͟e͟l͟ a͟s͟ i͟f͟ V͟i͟c͟t͟o͟r͟ h͟a͟s͟ p͟e͟e͟l͟e͟d͟ o͟f͟f͟ t͟h͟e͟ t͟h͟i͟n͟ l͟a͟y͟e͟r͟ o͟f͟ t͟u͟l͟l͟e͟, opening my moist eyes and crashing into his intent gaze on me. I deliberately pout my lips at him.
MC: [blushing] What do you mean… where was I acting…
Victor: Hmm, so you were not acting? Were you playing, then?
Knowing his intentions, I press myself closer to him, lovingly using my lips to lightly brush against the corner of his mouth.
MC: I thought… the game had already begun.
Victor lets out a knowing smile. Following this, h͟e͟ b͟e͟n͟d͟s͟ h͟i͟s͟ h͟e͟a͟d͟ s͟l͟i͟g͟h͟t͟l͟y͟ a͟n͟d͟ p͟l͟a͟n͟t͟s͟ a͟ s͟e͟n͟s͟a͟t͟i͟o͟n͟ o͟f͟ p͟r͟e͟d͟a͟t͟o͟r͟y͟ p͟a͟i͟n͟ o͟n͟ m͟y͟ c͟h͟e͟s͟t͟.
Victor: That’s true.
Victor: This game will continue for a long time, and…
His voice is so irresistibly alluring to me that I͟ c͟a͟n͟’t͟ h͟e͟l͟p͟ m͟y͟s͟e͟l͟f͟ f͟r͟o͟m͟ c͟l͟i͟m͟b͟i͟n͟g͟ u͟p͟ a͟n͟d͟ f͟i͟l͟l͟i͟n͟g͟ e͟v͟e͟r͟y͟ r͟e͟m͟a͟i͟n͟i͟n͟g͟ c͟r͟e͟v͟i͟c͟e͟ w͟i͟t͟h͟ k͟i͟s͟s͟e͟s͟.
MC: [blushing] And what?
Victor: When it ends is up to me to decide.
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【Chapter 3】
[Anika’s Notes]: Yeah, mark the euphemism in MC’s very first monologue here, and you’ll see what she really meant later on LMAO 🤪
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C͟o͟n͟s͟i͟d͟e͟r͟i͟n͟g͟ t͟h͟e͟ i͟n͟t͟e͟n͟s͟e͟ r͟a͟i͟n͟f͟a͟l͟l͟ w͟e͟ h͟a͟d͟ l͟a͟s͟t͟ n͟i͟g͟h͟t͟, I͟ i͟n͟i͟t͟i͟a͟l͟l͟y͟ t͟h͟o͟u͟g͟h͟t͟ t͟h͟a͟t͟ t͟o͟d͟a͟y͟ w͟o͟u͟l͟d͟ b͟e͟ a͟ l͟i͟t͟t͟l͟e͟ c͟o͟o͟l͟e͟r͟.
Much to my surprise, even at noon, the sizzling hot and humid summer air persists over the sea surface.
Sitting at the edge of the deck, I hold a glass of chilled water and dip my feet into the seawater. The refreshing contrast in temperature compels me to sigh contentedly.
MC: Ha–– sure enough, being on the sea surface is the coziest thing during summer.
This morning, Victor requested the village chief for help in refueling our boat. After that, we sailed the boat to the coastal waters from where we could see the village.
MC: [musing to herself] The sea, the fishing village, the sunshine… it would be even better if Victor were here.
Victor: I’ve only been in the water for ten minutes, and a certain someone already couldn’t wait any longer?
Just as I m͟u͟r͟m͟u͟r͟ h͟i͟s͟ n͟a͟m͟e͟ t͟o͟ m͟y͟s͟e͟l͟f͟, a spray of water blooms at my feet–– and there is Victor, floating up.
He takes off his diving cap and slicks back his damp hair. His entire being exudes a nonchalant charm.
A touch of a smile plays at the corner of his lips, r͟e͟m͟i͟n͟i͟s͟c͟e͟n͟t͟ o͟f͟ t͟h͟e͟ b͟r͟e͟a͟k͟i͟n͟g͟ o͟f͟ d͟a͟w͟n͟ o͟n͟ t͟h͟e͟ s͟e͟a͟’s͟ h͟o͟r͟i͟z͟o͟n͟, making me unable to help myself from squinting my eyes and fixing my gaze upon him.
Beads of seawater coalesce into droplets on his handsome cheeks, reflecting the dazzling sunlight and shimmering gorgeously.
MC: Isn’t it because I want to share the scenery above the sea surface with you?
MC: What was it like on your end? Is the underwater scenery here beautiful?
Victor: It’s alright. The water isn’t as crystal clear as in tourist spots, but there are plenty of shells being cultivated by pearl farmers underwater.
He leverages his body onto the boat and sits down beside me.
Victor: Once you finish enjoying your luxurious iced water, let’s go together to collect shells underwater.
MC: Huh? It wouldn’t be appropriate to collect someone else’s shells without permission…
Victor: You dummy, I’ve already talked to the village chief about it.
Victor: We accidentally ended up on this White Pearl Island. If you don’t participate in the “unique activities” that you like, would you be willing to return?
MC: You’re right. Then I should hurry and get in the water before it gets too hot!
I down the water in one gulp and bring the diving suit over, getting ready to change into it.
Victor: And this one, too. Don’t forget about it.
Victor reaches out and picks up the goggles that are set aside, but as he hands them to me, his eyebrows involuntarily knit together for a moment.
MC: What’s wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?
Victor: It’s probably because my back got scraped when I was under the water. It hurts a little.
MC: Huh? Why didn’t you say anything earlier? Show it to me, quick!
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I promptly ask Victor to take off his diving suit and carefully examine him from all sides, finding large patches of dark red sunburn marks scattered all over his body.
MC: And you always call me a dummy? How could you be so careless? It’s not a scrape; it’s sunburn!
Victor: …
A rarely-seen expression of embarrassment appears on Victor’s face, but he swiftly regains his usual composure.
Victor: …I’m not such a dummy that I’d forget to put on sunscreen. It’s probably that the magnetic storm is affecting the UV rays, so the sun is stronger than usual.
MC: Humph, sophistry. Luckily, I brought some medication. You wait here!
As I speak, I squeeze out an amount of ointment and rub it onto a patch of red mark on Victor’s body, using my fingertip to spread it in circular motions.
MC: [affectionately] If not treated promptly, sunburns can leave lasting marks. You have to wait for the cream to be fully absorbed like this.
MC: [affectionate business-like tone] CEO Victor did not take sun protection seriously this time. You must remember my notes properly.
Victor: Do you usually use this tone when giving feedback to your employees?
MC: I certainly do not. I’m just like you. This “small stove with a gentle fire” approach is reserved only for you.
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[Tidbits]: The term MC uses here is 温火小灶 (wen huo xiao zao). It’s an idiomatic phrase used to describe a situation where someone is receiving preferential treatment or special privileges– the kind of partiality or preference you naturally tend to have for someone you love/ care for. I decided to do the literal translation here instead of a sophisticated one because of the innuendo later, haha~ 🤪
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Due to Victor’s resolve to work out all year round, every muscle on his body has reached its prime condition. His skin is toned, and it’s silky smooth to the touch.
The red sunburn marks on his skin now have created the resemblance to a piece of white satin fabric being dyed red.
I can’t help but apply the cream with even gentler movements, massaging along the curves of his muscles to minimize any pain caused by the rubbing of the medication.
Victor breathes in gently as his muscles tense in response to the touch of my wandering fingertips, their texture moist and supple.
His skin already has a faint reddish tint due to sun exposure, but after applying the cream, it takes on a radiant sheen under the light, tempting me to keep touching further.
A hot and humid air lingers between us, perhaps causing some slight tingling sensation. His breathing seems slightly constricted.
Victor: …that’s enough.
MC: No, it’s not! I’ve only applied the ointment to one spot; I need to treat the other parts properly as well!
With a deadpan tone, I make him pull down the diving suit from his chest, revealing his neck and chest, which now have a reddish hue from the sunburn.
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[Anika’s Notes]: Before we get into it, LMAO, I swear MC’s fetish for Victor’s Adam’s apple (and especially knowing he’s sensitive there), every freaking time, is something else entirely 😂
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There is a slight redness at his Adam’s apple. And watching his subtle resistance, a wicked idea arises within me.
As I reach out and apply the ointment with my hand, my fingertips gently caress his Adam’s apple at the same time.
Victor’s Adam’s apple quivers slightly, and a raspy moan he’s unable to hold in escapes through his teeth.
Victor: Trying to mess around again?
Victor seizes my mischievous hand and runs his curled finger pad over my fingertips, silently questioning me with his eyes.
MC: [blushing] No, I just thought that it would make you more comfortable this way.
I shamelessly make up a twisted excuse, but Victor narrows his eyes and studies me for a moment. Then suddenly, he curves his lips into a smile and clasps my hand, bringing it to his chest and caressing it.
MC: [blushing] !!
The unforeseen sensation of smooth touch seeps into my hand, carrying the fiery heat that uniquely belongs to summer. I can’t help but let out a small gasp of surprise.
Victor: This way, I’ll be more comfortable.
MC: [blushing] But…
Victor: Are you planning to treat different parts in different ways?
Victor narrows his eyes slightly, and his deep gaze carries an air of someone in complete control. My competitive spirit can’t help but surge.
MC: [blushing] N-no, I won’t. I’ll make sure to carefully and thoroughly smear it onto every single part.
Taking the initiative, my fingertips spontaneously roam across his chest. And as the cream gradually melts with the warmth of his body, it becomes slightly sticky.
MC: [blushing] Stop fidgeting. The cream is all over me now… it’s so sticky…
T͟h͟e͟ s͟a͟l͟t͟y͟ a͟r͟o͟m͟a͟ o͟f͟ t͟h͟e͟ s͟e͟a͟ p͟e͟r͟m͟e͟a͟t͟e͟s͟ t͟h͟e͟ k͟i͟s͟s͟e͟s͟, a͟n͟d͟ I͟ m͟u͟r͟m͟u͟r͟ i͟n͟c͟o͟h͟e͟r͟e͟n͟t͟l͟y͟.
Victor: All I can say is that… a certain dummy is just as careless.
Victor’s eyes are reminiscent of ocean waves beneath the blazing sun, passionately and fiercely locked onto me.
Victor: If it gets rubbed onto you, just let it be so.
Victor: Since the “small stove with a gentle fire” approach is reserved only for me, I’m sure the Big Producer won’t mind going through the process again later.
The sunlight brings waves of heat onto the deck, while the tide continues to swell, lifting the boat higher and higher.
The boat glides like a nimble fish, swaying its body amidst the splashes of white foam created by the churning waves and producing the sound of crashing water.
Ripples spread out in circles, gradually expanding across the surface of the sea.
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[Anika’s Notes]: LMAO the water euphemisms, no wonder Victor’s key word was “Moist.” Also, their energy LOL. Last night was gentle “love making” ft. biting on MC’s nips, among other things, and the next day was rough fcking ft. givin’ him head, among other things 🤪
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【Chapter 4】
[Anika’s Notes]: Mark the very first monologue here, too, cause the euphemism will be given the explicit visual later on LOL~ 🤪
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T͟h͟e͟r͟e͟’s͟ b͟e͟e͟n͟ f͟r͟e͟q͟u͟e͟n͟t͟ r͟a͟i͟n͟f͟a͟l͟l͟ d͟u͟r͟i͟n͟g͟ t͟h͟e͟ d͟a͟y͟ a͟n͟d͟ n͟i͟g͟h͟t͟ o͟n͟ W͟h͟i͟t͟e͟ P͟e͟a͟r͟l͟ I͟s͟l͟a͟n͟d͟ r͟e͟c͟e͟n͟t͟l͟y͟. A͟n͟d͟ f͟o͟r͟ s͟e͟v͟e͟r͟a͟l͟ c͟o͟n͟s͟e͟c͟u͟t͟i͟v͟e͟ d͟a͟y͟s͟, i͟t͟’s͟ b͟e͟e͟n͟ p͟o͟u͟r͟i͟n͟g͟ h͟e͟a͟v͟i͟l͟y͟ d͟u͟r͟i͟n͟g͟ t͟h͟e͟ n͟i͟g͟h͟t͟t͟i͟m͟e͟.
The rain at night, complemented by the sea breeze, is extraordinarily tranquil. And during these sleepless nights, Victor and I find ourselves engrossed in lengthy conversations, naturally resulting in us sleeping until noon.
…well, to be more accurate, I’m the one primarily responsible for letting nature take its course and dawdling in bed.
On occasions, by the time I wake up, Victor is already fully prepared and informs me about the plans for the new day.
Sometimes, we would dive into the water and swim under the gentle caress of the waves. Other times, we would wander hand in hand, exploring the desolate and peaceful stretches of the beach.
However, today is a bit different. When I wake up, I happen to be greeted by the sight of Victor carrying several large bags into the courtyard.
MC: Eh, did you go shopping?
Intrigued, I open the bags to take a look inside, only to find that they are filled with a variety of fresh vegetables, fish, and shrimp.
Victor: Today, we have something new in the plan.
I don’t know how, but somehow Victor has procured a bicycle. After he hangs the bags on the handlebars, he pats the back seat, gesturing me to hop on.
Victor: The village chief has arranged a suitable vacant kitchen space for us. Get on the bicycle first.
His words pique my curiosity. I carefully circle my arms around his waist, and under Victor’s control, the bicycle steadily glides along the unfamiliar road.
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The narrow path is incredibly rough, and the unevenly paved road occasionally causes the bicycle to jolt violently.
MC: V-Victor, can you go a bit slower?
Victor: Relax the hand that’s clamping down my stomach a little, and I’ll consider it.
Victor frees one hand and pats my hand that is wrapped around his waist.
Victor: You’ve already experienced my bicycle driving skills last year. Are you still not confident?
MC: …pfff, CEO Victor sure does hold grudges well. How do you even remember such details?
Victor: It’s only that I just can’t forget that silly expression on a certain someone’s face before getting on the bicycle back then.
MC: Hehe, although I’ve already experienced it, this time, it’s an advanced version of the track with a higher level of difficulty…
The sea breeze sweeps through, as if bringing the sound of the waves crashing along the coast where we rode last year to my ears, while simultaneously carrying our synchronized laughter even farther away.
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[Tidbits]: Refresher- a big callback to the dual proposal date, i.e., the Love Pledge Date on EN~ ❣️
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At the end of the narrow path stands a small, white lighthouse, resembling a tiny chess piece amidst the vast blue sea.
MC: Could it be that the kitchen you mentioned is inside this lighthouse?
Victor nods and, with one hand holding mine and the other pushing the bicycle, walks towards the opened door of the lighthouse.
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Victor: The magnetic storm is not over yet, so the village’s boats are unable to sail too far. The original caretaker of the lighthouse has returned to the village for a break, so the kitchen here is temporarily available.
Victor: When you first arrived on this White Pearl Island, didn’t you want me to personally cook a seafood feast for you?
Victor: This place is just right for us. No matter how much fuss we make and loud we are, it won’t disturb anyone else.
The corners of my lips can’t help but turn up wildly. I pounce on Victor and lock him in a big bear hug.
MC: Yippee, then it’s time for me to show off my skills!
I find a brand-new apron in one of the bags and skillfully fasten it around Victor, smoothing out any wrinkles.
MC: Chef, what tasks do you need your Sous Chef to fulfill?
Victor arches an eyebrow, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. He takes out a few vegetables from the bags and hands them to me.
Victor: Well, let’s begin with washing the vegetables.
MC: Sure thing~
As we finish washing each vegetable that pairs well with seafood, their leaves are now adorned with shimmering water droplets, reflecting a brilliant sparkle.
When the ingredients for the dishes are almost prepared and only waiting to be cooked, I walk over to Victor with my hands swinging behind my back.
The view of his figure from behind remains as poised and graceful as ever. He seems as if what he’s standing before is not a rustic clay stove, but the back kitchen of Souvenir.
Just as I’m about to lean over and peek into the pot, Victor blocks me with his arm.
MC: Don’t be so stingy! Could this be some secret recipe that I’m not allowed to know?
Victor: …there’s nothing that you can’t know, but I have another task to assign to you now.
As if he’s long been prepared, Victor somehow pulls out a list from his apron pocket and hands it to me.
A little confused, I take it from him and find that it’s a list of materials, listing items such as rubber pads and sponges.
Victor: I asked the village chief before coming here, and these materials we need are stocked upstairs. Let's get them ready beforehand, and we’ll have use of them when we get back to the health center.
Looking at his sincere expression, I forget about any teasing intentions and nod in response.
MC: Alright, leave it to me.
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I rummage through the second floor of the lighthouse. Once I’ve found and readied all the materials we need, I swing open the door leading to the first floor.
The next second, a dense plume of pungent smoke rushes into the room, instantly clouding my vision.
MC: Cough, cough–– what’s going on? Is there a fire?! Victor!
Amidst the billowing smoke and intense heat, I hurriedly run down the stairs skipping every few steps, only to find that the first floor is also consumed by rolling clouds of dense smoke.
With a strenuous effort, after I’ve managed to push open the door to the lighthouse, I hear Victor’s unhurried voice coming from behind me.
Victor: I’m here.
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As the smoke dissipates, it becomes evident that there is no fire inside the room. Victor is calmly seated at the dinner table, with a dish already prepared and placed on the table.
Upon seeing that he is unharmed, I shift my attention to the dish waiting on the table.
The dish is vibrant and delectable, skillfully plated with precision, showcasing his usual level of expertise.
If one overlooks the lingering smoke in the room and the smudges of ash on his face, everything appears to be the same as usual.
Nevertheless, the present situation is undeniably bizarre, leading me to narrow my eyes in suspicion.
MC: Victor, what happened?
Victor stays silent for a brief moment before pointing towards the clay stove in the kitchen, where the firewood is still burning.
Victor: I… [breaks into a short coughing fit and still sounds adorable] cough, cough––
Just as he is about to speak, the smoke causes him to choke, and he bends over in a coughing fit. After a while, he finally speaks in a rather peculiar tone.
Victor: The stove got damaged.
MC: …?
Victor: I’m being serious. It’s damaged.
Taking a brief look at the smoke billowing from the firewood and the partially charred wall, I roughly have a grasp of what must’ve happened here.
Seeing how calm and collected Victor was, I had assumed he had already grasped the technique of burning firewood. I never expected to witness such a scene of disaster.
MC: …cough, well, it’s a bit unfortunate. But CEO Victor still perfectly completed his cooking, didn’t he?
With the spirit of not ruining the mood, I suppress my laughter and pick up my chopsticks to take a bite.
As the fish slides into my mouth, it brings with it the freshness and tenderness of the ocean. My eyes can’t help but lighten up.
MC: Despite a minor hiccup, Chef Victor’s cooking is still incredibly delicious!
Victor: The quantity and ingredients used are the same as I calculated, so the taste shouldn’t deviate too much.
MC: You’ve worked hard. Now you take a break while I go and prepare a dish for us to try.
As I walk towards the stove while recalling the firewood-burning techniques I had previously learned, Victor suddenly grabs my hand.
Victor: …you sit here and wait for a bit. I’ll go and clean the pot.
The smudges of ashes on his face make his typically concealed emotions more prominent. He seems to be a bit… embarrassed?
Victor’s complete deviation from his usual demeanor sparks a “rebellious” impulse within me.
MC: I’ll do it, I’ll do it. Chef Victor can sit back and enjoy some well-deserved rest. Go and wait to savor a seafood feast.
Without waiting for him to stop me, I have already lifted the pot lid skeptically.
Victor seems to take a short breath, and I find myself nailed to the spot in surprise.
A half-pot of charred and unidentifiable food clings to the edges of the stove. I can’t help but widen my eyes and look at Victor, who has a slight furrow on his brows.
He loosens his hold on my hand, and his gaze shifts from the pot to my face, his expression subtly composed.
Victor: I…
MC: You…
Victor: Never mind. As you can see, it was indeed a failed cooking attempt.
Victor: I have never used a cauldron before, so I made a mistake in my calculation. Go ahead and laugh if you want to.
MC: Pfftt, HAHAHAHAHA…
Granted a special pardon, I can’t help but burst into laughter, and it takes me a while before I can stand up straight again.
MC: It was your first time using a clay stove, and it’s perfectly normal to struggle with controlling the heat at the first attempt. I’m sure I would have done even worse than you.
Victor: “Even worse than me”?
Feigning ignorance, I clear my throat and lean in close to him, smiling as I gaze into his eyes.
MC: Looking at this from this angle, CEO Victor still has excellent foresight.
MC: If something like this happened in the village, everyone would think it was a fire. Luckily, there is no one around here.
Victor: The precondition of this “luckily” is that your attempt also doesn’t turn into an accident.
MC: Okay. But if I do stir up trouble, I’m sure CEO Victor won’t just stand by and do nothing, will he?
Victor’s expression softens as he takes the cauldron from me, which I’ve strained to lift.
Victor: Dummy… instead of overthinking, why don’t you think about how we can clean this cauldron together?
So, after thoroughly cleaning the pot, arranging the firewood, and tidying up the stove, I change the placement of the firewood and light it. This time, there is no plume of black smoke.
Victor: …you know how to burn firewood?
MC: When we were filming the countryside program before, I learned from the villagers that the positioning of firewood is crucial for proper ventilation.
MC: It’s coming in handy now. It feels like my previous learning wasn’t in vain after all.
A soft chuckle reaches my ears. Victor leans over, watching me.
Victor: A certain someone’s curious nature does indeed come in handy in moments like these.
MC: CEO Victor, are you not curious about the secret of setting up firewood?
Victor: If I say I am, will your chin soar to the sky?
MC: Just a little bit, definitely not that high.
Victor squints his eyes at me and gives a slow nod.
Victor: Go on then. Tell me about it.
MC: Well, let me hear you address me as “teacher” first.
Victor: …
An expression of being rendered speechless emerges on Victor’s face, and he stares at me with the look of “Are you a dummy” written across his countenance.
I can’t resist the urge to curve my lips upward, signaling my surrender.
MC: Alright then, if you address me as “Chef MC,” that will do too~
With a half smile on his face, Victor points at the cauldron in front of us.
Victor: Chef MC, your pot is about to burn.
MC: …!
MC: AHHHHH, don’t just stand there! Come and help, Victor!
In the end, before the ingredients run out, we eventually manage to prepare a dinner sufficient for two people.
Looking at the painstakingly prepared meal on the table, I even feel moved.
MC: It was really a challenge… but given that I got to witness CEO Victor’s culinary mishap for once, it was not a total loss~
Victor: You seem more thrilled about watching me make a mishap than you would be about eating pudding.
MC: Well, it’s not like I’ve seen you make so many cooking mistakes before…
Victor looks at me helplessly and shakes his head, laughing in spite of himself.
Victor: You’re right. I really can’t remember when was the last time I was this frantic and flustered.
MC: But to be honest, I think it’s rather nice this way.
MC: Today is a teensy bit less perfect than yesterday, but tomorrow will be a teensy bit more perfect than today.
MC: Each day brings something unique, and that’s what brings more freshness. I love that I get to see a novel version of you this way.
I reach out and circle my arms around Victor’s shoulders, brushing off the ash on his face with my fingertips. Then, I plant a kiss on the corner of his lips.
MC: See! Today I kissed Victor who didn’t even realize he had smudges of ash on his face~
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【Chapter 5】
After dinner, we take our time to clean up the mess in the lighthouse before returning to the village.
Victor leads me along the stainless steel ladder, and together we climb up to the roof of the health center.
With the hottest hours of the day behind us, the sea breeze at dusk gently caresses us, carrying a slight salty moisture.
Watching as he puts together the sponges and rubber pads, my curiosity prompts me to speak.
MC: Sponges… rubber pads… it looks like you’re setting up a recording studio!
Just as these words leave my mouth, a realization suddenly dawns on me.
MC: Are you planning to add a soundproofing layer on the roof?
Victor: Not too slow. I don’t want a certain someone to toss and turn all night when it rains and end up looking like a panda the next day.
MC: Hehe, in that case, I’ll lend a helping hand too.
With a smile on my face, I take out the tools from the toolbox and help Victor set the soundproofing layer.
MC: I never imagined that you would not only know how to repair light bulbs and water tanks, but also be skilled in putting together wooden furniture and even installing soundproofing.
MC: It just feels like there’s nothing you can’t do. You’re so incredibly extraordinary, yet you always call yourself an ordinary person.
Victor: But on the flip side, there are things at times that many people can do, but I find myself not knowing how to do them.
Thinking back to the dinner experience, I can’t help but tug at the corners of my lips and look at him with an act of being very much in earnest.
MC: Indeed, there’s still more to learn when it comes to using a clay stove.
MC: But that’s actually great. Since coming to this village, I get to see a new side of Victor every single day.
V͟i͟c͟t͟o͟r͟’s͟ h͟a͟n͟d͟ r͟e͟a͟c͟h͟e͟s͟ o͟u͟t͟, t͟h͟e͟ b͟a͟c͟k͟ o͟f͟ h͟i͟s͟ h͟a͟n͟d͟ b͟r͟u͟s͟h͟i͟n͟g͟ a͟g͟a͟i͟n͟s͟t͟ t͟h͟e͟ s͟w͟e͟a͟t͟ d͟r͟o͟p͟l͟e͟t͟s͟ o͟n͟ t͟h͟e͟ t͟i͟p͟ o͟f͟ m͟y͟ n͟o͟s͟e͟, his voice infused with a smile.
Victor: If that’s the case, I have it easier then. Even without having to be here, I get to see a new side of a certain dummy every single day.
MC: Humph, it’s not like I don’t know how to do anything. Do I really make mistakes that often?
Victor: It’s all thanks to your imagination. You always manage to create unexpected stumbling blocks for yourself.
After Victor has finished setting up the last piece of the soundproofing layer, we organize the tools and do a quick cleanup.
Once everything is done, w͟e͟ l͟e͟a͟n͟ b͟a͟c͟k͟ a͟n͟d͟ l͟a͟y͟ d͟o͟w͟n͟ o͟n͟ t͟h͟e͟ s͟l͟a͟n͟t͟e͟d͟ t͟i͟l͟e͟d͟ r͟o͟o͟f͟.
The rays of the setting sun bathe us in its glow, outlining our figures with shades of depth and shallowness reminiscent of the sea’s undulations.
MC: After a day of hustling, taking a rest feels exceptionally comfortable.
Victor: Mhm, the moment right now, it’s very lovely.
From the rooftop, we gaze into the distance, all the way to the far-off horizon. As far as our eyes can see, everything is bathed in the resplendent hues of the setting sun.
The enormous sunset is making its leisurely descent beneath the sea, marking the end of yet another day.
Everything in this small fishing village unfolds slowly; even the sunset that flits by in an instant in the city seems elongated as if captured in a slow-motion sequence.
MC: I never could have imagined that I would be experiencing life with you in a completely unfamiliar fishing village like this.
MC: I often feel as though this period of time is like a dream.
Victor: We’ve been to different villages and islands in the past. What’s different this time?
I tilt my face to the side and watch him, the twilight casting a golden shade along his jawline.
MC: Even though the previous trips were relaxing, I would always put myself in the shoes of a tourist.
MC: I knew I didn’t belong there because the trips would eventually come to an end, and you and I would return to the familiar rhythm of our work and daily life.
MC: But this time, the magnetic storm has made the date will come sooner or later uncertain.
Victor: Yeah, I know.
Victor: Occasionally, I also have fleeting moments where I get the impression that this is how we were truly meant to live.
MC: Moments such as?
Victor: When cooking, collecting pearls, tidying up the room… in many occasions like that.
Victor’s voice seems as if it’s imbued with twilight, radiating a warm aura.
Victor: Once you are uncertain about what becomes of tomorrow, the weight of being a tourist vanishes.
Victor: So, occasionally being able to experience a life like this–– I quite like it.
MC: I feel the same way too. This is really great.
I shift back, letting my ears be filled with that familiar heartbeat.
MC: Here, we don’t need to worry about the company’s profits and losses, and there’s no pursuit of wealth and fame.
MC: You’re not the CEO of LFG, and I’m not some producer either. I don’t have to secretly worry about you shooting down my proposals.
I hear Victor’s deep chuckle echoing behind me, reaching my ears.
Victor: It sounds like the last part is the main point here. A certain someone just outright said that she could laze around and not have to work here.
MC: That’s not the main point.
Victor: What is it then?
MC: The main point is… I genuinely love this alien yet fascinating life in the fishing village, and the fact that I’m sharing this life with you.
MC: Here, we solve each other’s various small and big troubles that crop up in our daily lives––
MC: Together, we stumble on trivial matters, learn how to solve them, and finally reap the rewards––
MC: And also, “play” together with interesting activities...
My voice softens as the sea breeze whisks away the trailing echoes, guiding our eyes to interlock.
Victor: It goes beyond that.
Victor: This village’s more significant appeal to me is in the feeling that it’s simultaneously small and vast in its essence.
MC: How so?
Victor: Because if I want to find a certain dummy, I can walk through the entire village in less than half an hour.
Victor: But when we want to explore the world beyond, the entire ocean unfolds before us.
His pupils are dyed with the fiery colors of the sunset, transforming into a valley of such depth that they fail my ability to capture in words at this moment.
We gaze at each other for a long, long time, neither of us saying anything, as if the world contains only the two of us––
Lasting for so long that I believed even the setting sun would descend between our locked gazes, sprinkling stars into our eyes.
A soft laugh can’t help but escape my lips as I reach out, resting my hand on Victor’s neck once again.
MC: Since we arrived in this village, I feel like our time no longer belongs to this world.
MC: It’s as if it is a creation of you and me. And only because of us, the rhythm of time alters, sometimes fast and sometimes slow.
Victor: When does it become fast?
MC: Those times that I don’t like, fraught with difficulties.
MC: Like when we have to deal with the water-soaked floor due to leakage, or when we have to fetch water from the well because the water tank is not working.
MC: Because you’re by my side, these troubles that are unfamiliar to us always pass by quickly.
Memories of those hard-pressed moments seem to resurface for Victor, causing a smile to curve on his lips.
MC: So, that’s when a thought occurred to me.
Victor: And what was that?
MC: If you were truly a fisherman on this island, and I had been living in the city all along, I would have definitely chosen to go out to sea on a certain day.
MC: Then, on a sultry summer day or perhaps a rainy night, I would have found myself stranded on this island, where our paths would have crossed.
MC: At that time, I would have undoubtedly been attracted to the “ordinary fisherman” Victor and become an ordinary fishing village man and wife with you.
MC: What I’m trying to say is, no matter where you are or what kind of person you become, as long as it’s you, our trajectories will eventually converge.
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[Tidbits]: The term MC uses here is “夫妻” (fuqi), which means “married couple”/ “husband and wife.” So, I wanted to keep the essence of MC’s innermost wish~ 🥺
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My fingertips twitch, as Victor takes my hand and brings it to his lips, planting a kiss on my index finger.
Victor: I believe that.
Victor: So, no matter which possibility it is, I will be here waiting for you.
Victor: However, it’s never been in my principles to wait around passively. If you don’t come soon, I’ll leave this island.
Victor: No matter what I encounter at sea, I will never look back.
MC: Uh…?
The twilight has already begun to dissipate, and the profound darkness of the night seeps in from behind. The final glimmer of twilight casts its light upon Victor’s eyes.
So warm, so radiant–– it’s as if his eyes hold all the unspoken secrets of blazing fervor.
Then he leans in, personally unveiling this secret with the warmth of his lips.
Victor: My principle is to always continue sailing in one direction, knowing that I will inevitably meet my beloved.
The lingering sunset casts its glow upon us, and the fragmented light and shadows intertwine with our profound love and yearning for each other, all submerging together beneath the sea’s surface.
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【Chapter 5, Interwoven Emotions】
[Tidbits]: This is a bonus chapter (equivalent to the memory silhouette in SP MQs), described in the narrator’s POV, comprising moments before Chapter 4~ 🥺
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Upon receiving an invitation to the village chief’s residence, Victor arrives to find the village chief standing in the courtyard, holding a flat clay jar in one hand.
Village Chief: Mr. Victor, I have already completed the communication process according to your guidance regarding the marketing of pearl farming you facilitated earlier.
Village Chief: Everything went smoothly, and they have agreed to come for a field assessment after the magnetic storm has passed.
The village chief’s aged and weather-beaten face has a tinge of joyful redness as he presents the case forward.
Village Chief: We are truly grateful to you for guiding the path for our little village. Everyone here feels that you two are the real lucky pearls of our island.
Village Chief: This is the finest pearl from our village, consider it as a token of our gratitude. I hope you won’t find it inadequate.
Having concluded his words, the village chief twists open the jar, revealing its contents to Victor.
Inside the box lays a black pearl that could fetch a lavish price at any auction. It absorbs all the ambient light and radiates its luster in an ethereal manner.
H͟o͟w͟e͟v͟e͟r͟, V͟i͟c͟t͟o͟r͟ d͟o͟e͟s͟n͟’t͟ h͟a͟r͟b͟o͟r͟ a͟n͟y͟ a͟m͟b͟i͟t͟i͟o͟n͟ t͟o͟ t͟r͟a͟n͟s͟f͟o͟r͟m͟ t͟h͟e͟ f͟a͟t͟e͟ o͟f͟ t͟h͟e͟ P͟e͟a͟r͟l͟ V͟i͟l͟l͟a͟g͟e͟ b͟y͟ h͟i͟m͟s͟e͟l͟f͟. H͟e͟ i͟s͟ m͟e͟r͟e͟l͟y͟ a͟ d͟r͟i͟v͟i͟n͟g͟ f͟o͟r͟c͟e͟, c͟a͟r͟r͟y͟i͟n͟g͟ o͟u͟t͟ a͟ m͟o͟d͟e͟s͟t͟ g͟e͟s͟t͟u͟r͟e͟ w͟i͟t͟h͟ l͟i͟t͟t͟l͟e͟ e͟f͟f͟o͟r͟t͟.
Victor: The partnership is a matter of negotiation, and it’s mainly the outcome of the island’s villagers’ dedicated hard work. There is no need for such a precious gift as thanks.
Village Chief: How can that be! You are the great benefactor of our village, and we must properly thank you regardless of what you say.
Victor: Since it’s like this, let’s opt for a simpler way then.
Victor lifts the corners of his lips, forming a gentle smile.
Victor: Currently, there are no long-distance sea journeys in the village, and the lighthouse appears to be unused. I wonder if you’d be able to let us borrow it for a brief period?
There is no reason to refuse, and Victor quickly receives the key sent by the village chief.
Over the past few days, they have been dining on the dishes prepared by the villagers. Thanks to the unique coastal environment, the ingredients are abundantly fresh, resulting in naturally exquisite flavors.
But he also has a desire to try his hand at cooking in the kitchen himself.
I͟t͟’s͟ n͟o͟t͟ o͟n͟l͟y͟ b͟e͟c͟a͟u͟s͟e͟ t͟h͟e͟ c͟o͟o͟k͟i͟n͟g͟ m͟e͟t͟h͟o͟d͟s͟ i͟n͟ t͟h͟e͟ f͟i͟s͟h͟i͟n͟g͟ v͟i͟l͟l͟a͟g͟e͟ a͟r͟e͟ r͟a͟t͟h͟e͟r͟ s͟p͟e͟c͟i͟a͟l͟, b͟u͟t͟ a͟l͟s͟o͟ b͟e͟c͟a͟u͟s͟e͟ h͟e͟ c͟a͟u͟g͟h͟t͟ w͟i͟n͟d͟ o͟f͟ a͟ c͟e͟r͟t͟a͟i͟n͟ d͟u͟m͟m͟y͟’s͟ i͟n͟a͟d͟v͟e͟r͟t͟e͟n͟t͟ w͟i͟s͟h͟.
According to the plan, he purchases the ingredients and makes arrangements for the next steps of his preparations.
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Underneath the humble clay stove inside the lighthouse, Victor picks up the few remaining pieces of firewood and gives them a pinch.
Dampened by the overnight rain, the pieces of firewood seem to have lost their efficacy as a fuel source.
Victor: …looks like there are more things I need to try than I initially thought.
After selecting a fresh batch of dry wood, he firmly secures one log and raises the axe in his hand.
He tries to smoothly engage his shoulder muscles to sequentially drive the motion in his arms, and then exerts force in a downward strike with his hands.
Due to long years of usage, the handle of the axe has been worn down. The vibrations transferring from the iron head to the wooden handle c͟a͟u͟s͟e͟ h͟i͟s͟ p͟a͟l͟m͟s͟ t͟o͟ s͟l͟i͟g͟h͟t͟l͟y͟ r͟e͟d͟d͟e͟n͟.
After a while, the rough-shaped logs have transformed into evenly sized pieces of firewood, neatly stacked on one side of the woodshed.
Victor takes a look at the time.
Although it’s not as challenging as he thought it would be, there’s still room for improvement.
With the thoughts of a certain dummy who has no idea about his plans, Victor feels a heightened sense of ease about exploring new territories he has never encountered before.
In the past few days, he has purposely observed the villagers’ cooking techniques so that once he has gathered sufficient examples, he will be able to innovate and improve upon them.
He preserves the distinctive essence of the island’s cuisine but m͟a͟k͟e͟s͟ s͟u͟b͟t͟l͟e͟ m͟o͟d͟i͟f͟i͟c͟a͟t͟i͟o͟n͟s͟ t͟o͟ t͟h͟e͟ t͟a͟s͟t͟e͟s͟ t͟o͟ s͟u͟i͟t͟ h͟e͟r͟ p͟r͟e͟f͟e͟r͟r͟e͟d͟ p͟a͟l͟e͟t͟t͟e͟.
The firewood, ingredients, and cooking utensils for the clay stove are all prepared and ready. Right now, all that’s remained is waiting to bring her here.
As Victor takes in the sight of everything before him, a small yet soft smile graces his lips.
Victor: [I AM IN TEARS, HE IS SO JOYED] It seems that managing the firewood and controlling the heat for the cauldron might not be as challenging as I initially imagined.
And he is also looking forward to seeing what kind of surprises a certain someone will bring to today’s dinner plan.
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【Chapter 6】
We remain in each other’s arms on the rooftop for a long, long time, until the tangy and moist smell of earth quietly creeps in. A few droplets of water fall onto my body, bringing a sense of both temptation and reminder.
Victor releases me and takes my hand instead.
Victor: It’s raining. Let’s go into the room first.
I nod and follow Victor off the rooftop, running through the sprinkling drizzle and into the health center.
It’s only when inside the room that I can truly experience the effectiveness of the soundproofing layer.
The sound of rain, which originally sounded like drum beats, has now transformed into a soft and somewhat muffled tone as it lands onto the soundproofing layer.
We bring the electric fan over to the edge of the bed to alleviate the sultry heat that accompanies the summer rain, relishing in the precious moments of relaxation.
However, this moment of tranquility lasts for even less than half an hour. After numerous tosses and turns due to the sweltering heat, I eventually get up and leave the small bed.
I walk to the refrigerator and fetch a bottle of chilled water, pouring it into two glasses. With a complacent expression, I raise the glasses at Victor.
MC: Are you hot? Check out what I’ve got!
Exhilarated, I hand him a glass of cold water, while my peripheral vision catches sight of a basin on the floor containing a clean towel soaking in water.
After taking a sip of the iced water, Victor notices my gaze and arches an eyebrow at me.
Victor: Wiping your body will make you feel cooler and more refreshed.
MC: Oh, yeah! How come I didn’t think of that!
I set the glass down and lean closer to Victor with a beaming smile.
MC: But it’s just too hot. I don’t feel like moving at all. What should I do~
Victor: …want me to do the work for you again?
MC: That’s not it! I’m just here, hot’ly seeking “Vi”... umph!
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[Anika’s Notes]: Uh, this was a tricky translation LOL. MC actually uses a pun on Victor’s name <热来找“李”> (re lai zhao Li), and his first name is under the quote. What she’s doing here is killing two birds with one stone– requesting “Li Zeyan special service” for the wiping. And for the other implied meaning, she states it explicitly later on LMAO 🤪
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Before I can finish my sentence, the damp towel in Victor’s hand has already been laid on my body.
The sudden coolness causes me to flinch, and I subconsciously arch my waist. But he firmly holds onto my arm.
Victor: Don’t move.
The cold towel sequentially wipes across my face, neck, and arms… leaving behind a trail of cool moisture embracing every inch of my exposed skin.
A slight quiver runs through me. However, after a brief moment of comfort, the dampness clinging to my skin is no longer a source of pleasantness.
A burning thirst, corroded by restlessness, seems to consume every crevice of my body, as if it were seeping out from the cracks in my bones. I yearn for something more indefinable, a need for something intangible that can bring me solace.
MC: [blushing] Victor…
I call his name with a lingering intonation, yet Victor simply raises his eyebrows in response.
Victor: Turn around. I can’t wipe your back like this.
Humph!
Seeing that Victor isn’t taking my hints, I take matters into my own hands and pick up the water glass, seizing the opportunity to hide a piece of ice in my palm.
MC: [blushing] Vic—tor—
Victor: What is it–– hiss!
Victor is startled by my sudden attack, causing his eyebrows to jump. But he swiftly recovers and captures my mischief-making hand.
Victor: Why are you always so mischievous?
I sport a bright grin and squeeze the ice cube in my hand, wearing an innocent expression on my face.
MC: I’m very well-behaved, you see.
MC: Aren’t I also helping CEO Victor cool down this way?
I entertain the thought of mounting another sneak attack as I say this. But as soon as I turn my wrist, Victor’s palm clamps me even harder.
Victor: I don’t need this kind of cooling method.
MC: Huh?
Victor: Because I have a more effective approach.
Before I can grasp the meaning behind his words, I feel a sudden tightening around my waist, causing me to be caught off guard and topple backward.
I let out a short gasp of surprise, only to have it immediately silenced as his lips consume mine.
The ice cube in my hand is too cold and slippery, making it impossible for me to keep hold of it. Victor effortlessly snatches it away from me.
T͟h͟e͟ s͟p͟r͟e͟a͟d͟i͟n͟g͟ i͟c͟y͟ w͟a͟t͟e͟r͟ s͟e͟e͟p͟s͟ i͟n͟t͟o͟ o͟u͟r͟ i͟n͟t͟e͟r͟t͟w͟i͟n͟e͟d͟, s͟c͟o͟r͟c͟h͟i͟n͟g͟ b͟o͟d͟i͟e͟s͟, c͟a͟u͟s͟i͟n͟g͟ m͟e͟ r͟e͟f͟l͟e͟x͟i͟v͟e͟l͟y͟ t͟e͟n͟s͟e͟ u͟p͟. Unable to endure it any longer, I blurt out a plea for surrender.
MC: [blushing] It’s t-t-too cold, I––
Victor: It’s too late for that.
A second cube of ice comes down, along with his kisses.
I almost want to regret the prank I made just moments ago, as I now find myself t͟r͟a͟p͟p͟e͟d͟ i͟n͟ a͟ c͟r͟o͟s͟s͟f͟i͟r͟e͟ o͟f͟ e͟x͟t͟r͟e͟m͟e͟ c͟o͟l͟d͟ a͟n͟d͟ e͟x͟t͟r͟e͟m͟e͟ h͟e͟a͟t͟, unable to move in the slightest.
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Creak, creak… the fragile hospital bed emits a series of repetitive protests, as it has been repeating often throughout this period.
The curtain next to the small bed sways high in response to our movements, and then descends gently and tenderly, accompanied by the seductive glow of the dusky rays.
Bathed in the soft, intoxicating light and shadows, Victor gazes at me. The sheet loosely draped over him has slid most of the way down, exposing a body that still bears sunburn marks.
He leans down, pressing his entire body against mine. In the unseen space, his searing palm cradles me, lifting me up.
I find myself hooped between him and the narrow bed, with my hand holding the glass forced to be raised high, circling around his back.
V͟i͟c͟t͟o͟r͟ h͟o͟l͟d͟s͟ a͟n͟ i͟c͟e͟ c͟u͟b͟e͟ b͟e͟t͟w͟e͟e͟n͟ h͟i͟s͟ t͟e͟e͟t͟h͟, a͟n͟d͟ t͟h͟e͟ s͟e͟n͟s͟a͟t͟i͟o͟n͟ o͟f͟ c͟o͟o͟l͟n͟e͟s͟s͟ b͟l͟o͟s͟s͟o͟m͟s͟ o͟n͟ m͟y͟ c͟h͟e͟s͟t͟ a͟l͟o͟n͟g͟ w͟i͟t͟h͟ t͟h͟e͟ t͟r͟i͟c͟k͟l͟i͟n͟g͟ w͟a͟t͟e͟r͟ d͟r͟o͟p͟l͟e͟t͟s͟.
MC: [blushing and moaning] Mmm…!
Shivering, I͟ s͟u͟r͟r͟e͟n͟d͟e͟r͟ m͟y͟s͟e͟l͟f͟ t͟o͟ t͟h͟e͟ t͟o͟u͟c͟h͟ o͟f͟ h͟i͟s͟ l͟i͟p͟s͟ a͟n͟d͟ a͟l͟l͟o͟w͟ h͟i͟m͟ t͟o͟ s͟l͟o͟w͟l͟y͟ g͟l͟i͟d͟e͟ t͟h͟i͟s͟ i͟c͟y͟, w͟e͟t͟ s͟e͟n͟s͟a͟t͟i͟o͟n͟ a͟c͟r͟o͟s͟s͟ m͟y͟ b͟o͟d͟y͟.
And this mildly stinging coldness also impels me to hold him even tighter.
The temperature gradually climbs as our bodies intertwine, intensifying the already intoxicating and enchanting ambiance.
It’s only when the translucent ice has completely melted into an ambiguous tide of water that Victor finally speaks, his voice tinged with a husky tone.
Victor: …still want to provoke me more?
I tilt my face up and stare at him in a daze, finding his eyes radiating with a satisfied and sly glow.
I incline my right hand slightly, and the iced water from the glass spills out, landing on his back.
MC: [blushing] Does this count as another act of provocation… mmph!
Victor doesn’t let me speak any further and firmly clamps my chin, using his lips and tongue to block the smile I couldn’t suppress.
Victor: Of course it does.
Just as I’m about to seize this brief opportunity to speak, another kiss cuts me off again.
Victor: After all, I’m merely an ordinary person now, and I don’t have to be so reasonable.
Victor: So, from now until the break of dawn, there will be no more pardoning for any of your actions.
The heat of his burning love submerges me, drowning out each of my futile attempts to plead my case.
Outside the room, a corner of the sky clears up, and the rosy blush of the sunset climbs up the window, sneakily peering into the bewitching scene inside.
The subtle patter of rain has completely dissipated at some point, but we are too caught up in our own world to notice.
Engulfed in the nearly dizzying collisions, we fill each other’s souls to the brim with only the resonance and whispers of this moment.
I feel as though I have transformed into a pearl calm, being picked up by Victor from that shimmering shallow beach——
M͟o͟s͟t͟ w͟i͟l͟l͟i͟n͟g͟l͟y͟, I͟ s͟u͟r͟r͟e͟n͟d͟e͟r͟ a͟l͟l͟ m͟y͟ l͟i͟n͟e͟s͟ o͟f͟ d͟e͟f͟e͟n͟s͟e͟ f͟o͟r͟ h͟i͟m͟, l͟a͟y͟i͟n͟g͟ b͟a͟r͟e͟ m͟y͟ r͟a͟w͟e͟s͟t͟ b͟e͟a͟u͟t͟y͟ b͟e͟f͟o͟r͟e͟ h͟i͟m͟.
Thereupon, all the gullies of yearnings and restless desires are finally quenched as they are engulfed by a mountainous tsunami——
— before finding solace in the serene tranquility of bliss.
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[Tidbits]: The phrase used here is “山呼海啸”, which literally translates to “mountains calling and seas roaring.” The idiomatic phrase conveys the idea of an event that is extremely grand, extraordinary, or of significant magnitude, evoking a sense of intense impact or overwhelming force.
[Anika’s Notes]: Yeah, good thing it was an abandoned health center and there weren’t people at least in the vicinity LMAO. Hats-off to the writers for one of the most intensely vivid and beautiful sex scenes writing I’ve ever read in my little life LOL— the blend of profound love, intense zeal, raw passion-- yet not losing the sense of reverence~ ❤️
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#did i underline the parts i wanted to bring light on + have y'all focus and rethink what you read? YES I DID AKSHDH LMAO#I STILL CANNOT GET OVER JUST HOW BEAUTIFUL + MAGNIFICENT THE WRITING IS. PG I REALLY HOPE YOU’RE PAYING VICTOR’S WRITERS WHAT THEY DESERVE#THE ROLLERCOASTER OF EVERYTHING ASKKASHHHJJ#mlqc victor#mlqc li zeyan#mlqc#mr love victor#mr love queen's choice#恋与制作人#李泽言#love and producer#mlqc cn#mlqc spoilers#mlqc translations
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S2 Gary Rennell
Age 23, Crane Operator from Chatham, Kent, UK.
MC quote: "That is one fine-looking hunk of a man. Mmm sexy… I’d like to operate his crane. I love the muscles, he can operate me anytime. Like a… sexy human crane."
Fine looking hunk of a man | gorgeous crystal blue eyes with a lopsided sexy smile | cheeky, charming, playful | laid-back & easy going | good banter, likes puns and dad jokes, enjoys a laugh | big ol’softie | loves cuddling and holding his girl in his big arms | family is really important, especially his nan | interests include cranes, robotics, science, machinery, equipment, woodworking, working out, Star Wars, games | lad's lad | plays footie & meets up with his mates at their local for a beer | Fav food is nan's Sunday roast | malted milk biscuits with tea
In Gary's Interview he mentions: "As a boy, I was fascinated by big trucks and heavy machinery, so when I was seventeen I got my forklift licence. I started out on small cranes before I moved up to the big boys. "
Producer: How long have you been single? And why Love Island?
Gary: “I’ve been single now for about 14 months,” Gary sighs deeply. “I haven't had much luck with love. The girls I meet seem to think I’m just this gym rat and not take time to get to know me. I'm hoping to change that on Love Island. I’ve actually got layers, if you’re willing to help peel them back. Like, an onion." He winks.
Producer: What is your ideal girl?
Gary: "Someone who's a bit on the chill side, can keep up with my banter. Doesn’t make too much of a fuss about things. I’m not really into drama much. I like smart birds! I'd like to meet a girl I can be best mates with too and and someone I can bring home to have a Sunday roast with my nan. And I’ve been burned in the past before, so someone that’s loyal is an absolute must.”
Producer: What's your best feature?
Gary: "I’d say my best feature looks wise is my blue eyes or my arse.” he laughs. “Personality wise is my chat and cheeky banter.”
Producer: If you were a drink, what would you be?
Gary: "I'd be sex on the beach." He gives a lopsided cheeky grin. "On the beach, sex is always great."
Producer: What makes you the perfect Islander?
Gary: "I don’t take myself too seriously and try to get on with everyone.”
Mood board from 'A Bit of Me' (fanfic) Face Claim: Trevor Donovan. Fan Art by libelle949 (she's so talented).
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Rebjukebox 2024 - No. 4
Playlist number 4 of new bands, new artists, with a couple of well known bands thrown in. But all the music is brand new 2024!!! 40 tunes shared here and on my Spotify account. Soz have been a bit busy of late, and got a bit behind with these. No.5 should be out in a couple of days!!
It’s mixed genres of music from many different countries. Makes no difference, where the tracks appear in the playlist, they are all good. I feel 40 is good number of tracks not too long or too short in listening time for your enjoyment. The whole playlist is only two hours and fifteen minutes long.
If your a solo singer or a member of a band, then follow me on my Soundcloud page here, if i like your stuff, i will follow you back, if i don’t follow back then sorry but your not my thing. Whatever style of music is fine, i like many stlyes and will take a listen. You should always trust your own ears with music.
Enjoy & share, hopefully you will discover some great new bands from taking a listen!!
Ok the links for the playlist:- Soundcloud - Spotify
Stay Free Reb
Tracklist
1- Pythies - Eclipse 2- DIIV - Brown Paper Bag 3- Kasabian - Call 4- Lime garden - Pop Star 5- L'objectif - Lilly Of The Valley 6- Slaughter Beach, Dog - I'm In Love 7- Pentire - Don't Let Your Love (let You Down) 8- Jessica Pratt - Life Is 9- Roast Apple - Tied Up 10- Brixton Alley - Young Dreamers 11- Comforts - Lost Your Lover 12- Phantom Parts - Honest Man 13- killkiyosi - Skin Grafts 14- Bess Atwell - Release myself 15- late night drive home - Felling Grey 16- Holly Humberside - Dive 17- Dilemmas - Walkaway 18- Shambolics - Universal Credit 19- april june - Baby's Out Of Luck Again 20- L.S. Dunes - How Dare You 21- Agent Blå - Rain To You 22- Screaming Females - My Dead Wife 23- Wallows - Your Apartment 24- English Teacher - R&B 25- nudista - Waiting Line 26- Marnie Stern -Sixteen 27- Lucy Rose - Whatever You Want 28- Bears In Trees - Hot Chocolate 29- The Courettes - Shake! 30- Wynona Bleach - Swim In the Bay 31- Oceanic - Cry 32- Niches - Supernatural 33- Athena Lim - Being Someone 34- The Ghost Club - It's Your Call 35- April Skies - Don't Let Me Go 36- The Rosadocs - Stand Alone 37- Charlie Lane - Gold drips 38- French Exit - Still 39- Girl and Girl - Hello 40- POLLY - Project 46
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Welcome home Percy.
Wait for me series
Book Annabeth chase x eventually adopted Jackson gender neutral Reader
This series will go through Percy jackson and the olympians & Heroes of Olympus
Trigger warnings ⚠️ swearing, smelly Gabe
Also yes I know Excalibur isn't part of Greek mythology but Welsh mythology that will be explained later why Y/n has it
I woke up in a cold sweat in my bed. I had that dream again although it felt more like a distance memory. The dream there was 4 other people 2 females and 2 males. The one male had furry legs ,horns,curly hair and brown eyes he looked around probably like 13 if she had to guess. The second male had blue eyes and blonde hair he looked around 14 he was also carrying the younger girl one his back she was asleep so I could only see her wavy blonde hair covering her sleeping face. The oldest female looked around twelve she had choppy short black hair with striking blue eyes and.......she was shouting my name as if she was looking for me. Why did they seem so familiar? And why can't I remember them? Honestly I can't remember much about my life before Sally and Percy jackson found me.
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" Good morning mom." I said as I walked into the kitchen ever since Sally found me that day her and Percy became my family and I called Sally mom........ I thought about telling mom but something told me to wait I'd just tell Percy later.......oh yeah I forgot he goes to that fancy school......Yancy fancy......? Or something like that. Even though he's been going there for quiet some time I still forget he's gone honestly it's a very odd felling. Mom left for work shortly after breakfast leaving me alone with my abusive adopted father smelly ass Gabe.
I was hiding from Smelly Gabe and his friends when I heard the door.
"Huh that's odd. Mom shouldn't be home yet." I thought to myself but then I heard a male voice one I hadn't heard in six months . " Where's my mom?" Percy asked. "She's at work ya got any cash?" Gabe replied without looking up. "I don't have any cash. " Percy replied. I felt bad for Percy probably having to stare at the 3 hairs on the back of Gabes head. I'm not exactly sure what happened after that but I heard someone's hand slam on the table and Gabe shouting at Percy. I could hear footsteps coming towards my room and a chill ran down my spine I quickly grabbed the sword that Sally had found me when I was 7 . I was now twelve. Sally always said it was a toy but the sword felt real to me on it in Latin was the name Excalibur on it. How I could read the Welsh word on it i had no idea just like I had no idea how I could read Greek but not English. I pointed it at the door as the door swung open.
"Whoa Whoa no need to get all defensive it's just me." Percy said his goofy grin as he waved his hands in mock surrender. " ........Hey Percy have you ever gotten the feeling....." I started. " That someone or something is watching us?" Percy finished and I nodded Percy was about to reply when the front door opened. "That's mom you better go say hi." I said and pushed him out of my room .
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I didn't really paying attention to what was being said in the other room because I still had the feeling I'm being watched but Montauk was mentioned and that's how I found myself in the back of the car with Percy and mom. Once we got there I stayed back a little bit to let Percy and Sally have quality time together. As I moved about the cabin I remembered the times Percy, Sally and I had spent on the beach the sand castle contests, who could find the prettiest shells mom always won those. Roasting food on fires. Once it got dark and both Percy and I fell asleep it was like Percy and I were sharing a dream both staring at the white horse and eagle trying to kill each other neither of us knew what to do so we both just stood there... Until Percy started running towards them although he was doing it slowly and the Eagle's beak was pointed at the horses eyes . We both woke up in a cold sweat.
" Did you see what I saw?" Percy asked and I nodded.
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With the next clap of thunder mom woke up . "Hurricane!" Mom exclaimed. That's odd Long Island never gets Hurricanes. Mom sprung up when someone pounded at the door when she opened it she revealed a familiar presences one from my dreams and by the look on his face when he saw me he recognized me too.
"Grover....." Percy said
#gender neutral reader#percy jackson and the olympians#percy jackson#annabeth chase#gender neutral y/n#book percy jackson#annabeth pjo#book annabeth chase#luke castellan#grover pjo#grover underwood
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Tadadada! Here's the epilogue to my 'Overanalyzing beach Maiko' series.
Firstly, let's list some main conclusion theses:
1) Mai became interested in Zuko's problems after he directly mentioned his scar and his relationship with Ozai for the first time, so her final change of attitude does make some sense.
2) The basis for Zuko's irrational jealousy was Mai's annoyed facial expression after he criticized Ruon-Jian.
3) The context of Zuko's jealousy rampage actually leaves a loophole for not-possessive interpretation (yay).
4) Despite how badly Zuko screwed up, Mai somehow managed to screw up even more (yep, still sounds contr-intuitive).
5) Mai actually expresses herself all the time and her "childhood trauma" is a big bullshit.
6) Apart from his inner crisis, Zuko has to fix many problematic attitudes and personality settings before he'll become a decent romantic partner for anyone.
7) So does Mai.
Something like this.
And now, a bit of old good boring and inaccurate psychology lecture mistake correction.
I think that I misinterpreted Zuko's side of "bring me food" scene, actually. You see, I saw it as conscious submission in order to avoid conflict with Mai, but...
It actually looks more like Zuko genuinely didn't realize that Mai's demand was not okay. He wasn't exactly eager to please her*, but he also didn't see her attitude towards him as problematic.
(*Not catching Mai's "I'm hungry" initial hint is kind of an indicator of Zuko's cool-off towards her. I mean, acts of service is his typical way of showing affection, which makes his sudden cluelesness pretty notable.)
Basically, Mai and Zuko in this scene demonstrate opposite facets of locus of control problem. Simply put, they both believe that Zuko is responsible for something he really isn't - in this case, satisfying Mai's hunger.
Later, though, it's Zuko who believes Mai owes him something - namely, to give him affection and meet his emotional needs. In his head, he gives responsibility for his emotional well-being to Mai and scolds her when she "ignores her duty" by not being "passionate" enough.
(But while Mai doesn't owe Zuko anything formally, she made a mistake of severely underestimating Zuko's contribution into relationship and his real value for her. This resulted in her coldness and lack of gratitude in response to his affection, which is quite a big relationship screw-up.)
Okaaay, and with that part out of the way, it's time for my final personal reflections.
In general, I have no doubts I made lots of other mistakes during my analysis. I tried my best, but to dissect relationship conflicts correctly, you need to have good feeling of personal boundaries and empathy of your own. And... Well. It's not exactly my forte.
I compensate for some things with theoretical knowledge, but my mind is a mess, so... Yep.
I feel like I have to go and read more psychological theory after this.
Also, I kinda tried to do an entertainment out of this, and roasting format doesn't exactly mix good with being objective. So, yep. It seems I got some kind of useless Frankenstein monster in the end, lol.
And finally... Perhaps I had to make it clear much earlier, but...
I have nothing against Maiko shippers or Mai fans. Ta-da!
I'm sure they have a lot against me now though, pffft.
I realize what I wasn't exactly restrained in my roasting, so it's natural for you to dislike me. But my goal wasn't to tell you what your preferences are inadequate or something. I mean, I myself ship much more toxic problematic shit (and have a weak spot for all sorts of flawed characters). It isn't supposed to be about being rational. You like it, I don't, it's ok.
Dunno, maybe someone needed to hear this.
That's all, I guess. If you were reading this series - thanks for your attention. Despite everything, it was a rather interesting experience for me, and I hope you found something useful for yourself too.
I wonder what I should analyse next >:D
I ignore all notifications, but maybe I'll make an exception soon. Ta-da! What a cliffhanger.
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Tag you’re it!
What’s your favorite book and why?
Of Mice & Men, Catcher in the Rye or Flowers for Algernon I remember reading these in seventh grade English class & my teacher was just so much fun I remember her making learning really fun. Those books have really stuck with me because of her my whole life.
If you could travel anywhere in the world, where would you go?
I just recently got my passport & really want to plan a trip overseas to the UK and/or Italy are top of my list.
What hobby would you get into if time and money weren’t an issue?
I practice photography I wish I had more time to go to more interesting places.
Do you prefer coffee or tea, and how do you take it?
I always want coffee but because I was diagnosed with Ménière's disease in April I’ve really had to cut back on my caffeine intake (much to my dismay). I usually just do a simple iced coffee with some kind of flavored creamer. Tea I like Chai’s or just a simple tea with cream & 2 sugars.
What’s the most memorable concert you’ve ever attended?
I saw Fleetwood Mac before Christine died, that was pretty life changing.
If you could have dinner with any three people, living or dead, who would they be?
Freddy Mercury, Vincent Van Gogh, Joseph Quinn – I want him to roast me a chicken (IYKYK)
What’s a skill you’ve always wanted to learn?
Pottery
What’s your favorite movie genre?
I always lean more towards comedy or documentaries, but I find myself in crazy situations if an actor/actress I like is in a film.
Do you have a favorite podcast? If so, what is it?
Morbid, Crime Junkie, Off Menu are my top 3
What’s one item on your bucket list?
I want to travel outside of the US. Might seem pretty generic but while I’ve done it countless times, I have a massive fear of flying so flying over seas would be a great achievement!
Are you more of a morning person or a night owl?
Definitely a night owl.
What’s your favorite way to relax after a long day?
I’m a creature of habit so I love to just kickback with a comfort show or movie to help decompress.
If you could master one instrument, what would it be?
Piano or violin
What’s your favorite childhood memory?
I just always remember being with my siblings. I always really just loved being with my dad<3
Do you prefer the beach or the mountains?
It definitely depends on where I’m at currently & how I’m feeling. In this current moment I’m leaning more towards the mountains.
What’s your go-to comfort food?
I’m not too peckish lately due to medications I’m on but I always want Pasta.
What’s a cause you’re passionate about?
Promoting mental health awareness & advocating for chronic illnesses
How do you like to spend your weekends?
The same way I decompress after a long day just kickback with a comfort show or movie, listen to music or podcasts. I like to get caught up on laundry or around the house cleaning on my weekends. Also, the typical go for coffee or drinks with friends when we can.
What’s your favorite season of the year?
Spring & fall
Do you have any pets? If so, tell me about them!
I have a Boxer/Weimaraner mix named Olive & a Harlequin cat named Fig they are the lights of my life.
What’s your favorite way to exercise?
Going out & getting fresh air, chasing my nieces & nephews around, biking, kettlebells are a good way to get out frustrations
What’s a recent movie or show you really enjoyed?
I only just started watching Agatha All Along because its’s new. I’m always looking for recommendations please send me some because I’ve been watching the same stuff.
Do you collect anything? If so, what?
Concert & movie ticket stubs
What’s your dream job?
Something involving photography or Graphic Design
What’s your favorite thing about your hometown?
Oh god…leaving? People love talking about The Office when I tell them I’m from the Scranton area of Pennsylvania.
If you could have any superpower, what would it be?
Teleporting
What’s a challenge you’ve overcome that you’re proud of?
The healthcare in the US is a joke as many of you know. Mental healthcare is even worse when you try to get legit help. I spent the first half of 2024 really really struggling with depression & I really had to conquer that on my own, which I did.
What’s your favorite thing to do outdoors?
Breathe, sometimes I feel like I’m suffocating so going out & getting air in my lungs is something I don’t take for granted (anymore)
Do you prefer reading fiction or nonfiction?
I’m not a big reader anymore (seventh grade English really paid off huh?)
What’s your favorite way to express creativity?
Digitally I like making things
Who is someone you admire and why?
My sister, she’s the strongest person I know. She is basically my 2nd mother.
What’s a tradition that’s important to you?
We have a few Christmas traditions I’d like to keep around if I ever have a family (unlikely)
What’s the best gift you’ve ever received?
My sister even though she’s older.
If you could live in any time period, when would it be?
I feel like the 1960’s & 1970’s was probably the best time
What’s your favorite type of cuisine?
Pasta all the pasta 😂
Do you prefer traveling solo or with others?
With others of course it’s more entertaining!
What’s one piece of advice you’d give to your younger self?
Don’t be so hard on yourself everything’s going to turn out fine. Talk to dad & see him more.
What’s your favorite game to play?
I love to watch people play games it reminds me of growing up with my brother & watching him play games.
How do you usually celebrate your birthday?
Depends, I’ve always wanted a surprise party.
What’s a movie that always makes you cry?
Oh god there’s so many, anything involving people with cancer or where the animal dies.
Do you believe in fate or free will?
Absolutely
What’s a trend you wish would come back?
When it was illegal for people to come near you at stores during COVID. Why are you standing SO close to me?!
What’s something you wish you could do more often?
Photography
What’s your favorite way to give back to the community?
Always donating for the animals, we just did a big donation of toys, blankets & food for our local center.
What’s a fun fact about you that not many people know?
I don’t grow arm hair🤷🏼♀️
How do you stay motivated during tough times?
I really try to focus on my breathing, if I find myself feeling depressed I’ll try to motivate myself to get up & move. I did a lot of word searches when I was self-healing the beginning of this year. I’ll also try to notice the signs & talk to my sister or my friends.
What’s the last thing you learned that surprised you?
That honey never spoils. Archaeologists have found pots of honey in ancient Egyptian tombs that are over 3,000 years old and still perfectly edible! Honey’s low moisture content and acidic pH create an environment that resists bacteria and spoilage.
Do you have a favorite quote or mantra?
No does anyone have recommendations?
What’s your guilty pleasure?
Nothing that gives you pleasure should make you feel guilty. If you love it, flaunt it, let that freak flag fly!
What’s something you hope to achieve in the next year?
I want to move out of Nevada, move back east & be closer (physically) to my sister.
Tagging anyone who wants to join! @sweetyyhippyy @me242 @userchai @stardancerluv @christinem999 @jquinnluvr @quinnyficsy
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A Summoner Birthday
Special Quest: Mob Characters
Master, what this place? Me no understand.
You guys have done so much for us in the Summoners, I thought you could use some appreciation and take you someplace fun.
I guess that makes sense. You took a chance on all of us when very few would and we'll always be thankful for that. But still, you really didn't have to go all this way for us.
Lupin: Don't be silly, you're all worth it.
You brought Red Oni, Water Merman, Green Luchador, Aether Angel, and Purple Trickster to the virtual fairytale world for some fun.
But did you have to take us to such a kiddy place? I maybe young, but not that young.
Don't be like that, kid. Coach Lupin's goin' through a lot just to bring us here.
He is right, young one. Show Lord Lupin gratitude. Be thankful I am not as merciless as Lord Zabanniya, but do not tempt me.
Purple Trickster: (defeated) Okay, okay. So, what have you got planned for us, Big Bro?
Lupin: I think I know just the place, so that way, you won't see this place isn't just for "kiddies". Let's go.
With that, you and your Mob set off.
A little later, you and your Mob arrive at the dwarves' cottage by the beach.
Water Merman: (happy) Water! Now you know what I like.
Red Oni: (unsure) Me can't swim. Me not like Blue Oni.
Lupin: Don't worry, Red Oni, this water is virtual, it can't really put out our flames.
Green Luchador: And me and Water Merman will be right there with you. You'll be fine.
Red Oni: (cheering up) That okay.
Purple Trickster: We're really going swimming? I guess we can do that.
Aether Angel: I cannot swim, either, because I cannot get my wing wet. However, I can still fly overhead, that should be just as fine.
Lupin: You can do that. After all, this is to show appreciation.
So, you and your Mob (save for Aether Angel) go into the cottage to get changed before going to the beach.
A little later after getting changed, you and your Mob were on the beach.
Okay, I'll admit, this place isn't bad at all. It's actually fun. I so can't wait to get in the water.
Same here. I can just hear that big clue calling out to us. Let's not keep it waiting.
Yes, let's not. Red Oni, are you ready?
Me always ready. As long as Master is with Red Oni.
C'mon, let's boogie!
Aether Angel: I will just overhead, but I will try to enjoy myself, as well.
With that, you, Red Oni, Water Merman, Green Luchador, and Purple Trickster go into the water and swam. Aether Angel soared above you and enjoyed the scene before him. You all were having a wonderful time together.
Later that day, you, Red Oni, Blue Merman, Green Luchador, Purple Trickster, and Aether Angel go back to the cottage where Red Oni had lit a fire on the grill and you were all roasting marshmallows.
Red Oni: (munching on his marshmallow) This good day, Master. Red Oni had much fun.
I'm glad to hear that from you, Red Oni.
Purple Trickster: And thank you for the marshmallows, they taste great.
Blue Merman: As long as we're not going to roast fish next... That was a joke, by the way.
Aether Angel: (just staring at his marshmallow) I do hope this does not count as a sin.
Green Luchador: (laughing) For enjoying a marshmallow? I'm sure even the Big Guy Up There wouldn't mind. Give it a try.
Aether Angel: Forgive me. Some of these things are still new to me. As you may have guess, we Angels... do not get out much. But still, this has been such a glorious day, Lord Lupin.
Lupin: Thank you for that compliment.
Red Oni: We love Master. Master has been kind.
Blue Merman: It's true. We're just a bunch of nameless characters in someone else's story, but you the only one who showed us respect while most other wouldn't even give us a second glance.
Green Luchador: That's right, Coach. You took a chance on us and made us feel like we're something greater, that we don't have to be just "the help", that we can do great things, too. We're not just defined by our labels.
Aether Angel: Even Lord Zabaniyya and Lord Israfil saw it and you showed us that we are just as important was others. You truly posses a great light that gives us hope in an otherwise hopeless situation. You showed us love.
Purple Trickster: Mister, we feel nothing but gratitude for showing us how much you appreciate us. We will always be happy for that. And... we will always love you for it, too.
Lupin: And I love you all, too. Never forget that. You're all special in your own unique ways. As long as you believe, you can do anything.
You all come together in a group hug, knowing that even those who seem less important are more than they appear.
As night fell over the beach, you all decided it was time to make your way back to Candyland to return home.
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Thanks for the tag, @africanmorning!
Favorite Pseudonym: Das Energi is the one I have used for 20+ years. I even own dasenergi.com
Time Zone: Pacific
Star Sign: I am a Pisces. Here is the whole chart:
Favorite Holidays: Christmas Eve & Halloween. I’d like to celebrate Groundhog Day more, send Groundhog Day cards, have a Groundhog Day party.
Last Meal: Geronimo and I went to Modica’s Deli in Long Beach and I had a cold veggie sandwich with fresh mozzarella, roasted bell peppers, tomato, lettuce, pesto, oil & vinegar, and pickles. And I drank an iced mocha latte. I really should have breakfast.
Current Favorite Musician: I have been listening to @autumnluzarts a lot lately.
Last Music Listened to: Eartha Kitt, “Under the Bridges of Paris”
Last Movie Watched: Godzilla Minus One
Last TV Show Watched: For All Mankind
Last Book Finished: Francesca Lia Block, “The Hanged Man”
Last Book Abandoned: Do I ever truly abandon any book I haven’t finished yet? I fully expect to finish all of them some day. But the most recent book that has been sitting on my nightstand unread for weeks is, “The 21 Lessons of Merlyn: A Study in Druid Magic & Lore”
Currently Reading: Umm… “The 21 Lessons of Merlyn: A Study in Druid Magic & Lore”?
Books/Shows/Movies you want to get around to: Books - Oh, I have several on my to-read pile for 2024. Partciularly a few gay romance novels. I also want to re-read all of Francesca Lia Block's Weeztie Bat books. But I promised @teenakp I would read Terry Pratchett’s “Nation” next. Shows - I am eager to watch Brit Marling and Zal Batmanglij’s “A Murder at the End of the World”. Movies - I am planning to rewatch all of the original Sean Connery James Bond movies. Followed by all the Indiana Jones movies. Or maybe it's the other way around.
Last Thing Researched: I looked up the lyrics to Eartha Kitt’s “Under the Bridges of Paris”. Does that count?
Last Thing Learned: Ummm… that “Under the Bridges of Paris” is totally about having sexy times under the bridges of Paris, just as I expected it to be. (It was the B-Side to Eartha Kitt's “Santa Baby” 45 RPM vinyl.)
Favorite Online Fandom Memory: Umm… Neil Gaiman reblogging one of my posts? Leslie Jordan congratulating me on publishing my first book?
Favorite Old Fandom You Wish Would Have A Resurgence: I expect I’ll probably rewatch “The OA” after watching Brit Marling and Zal Batmanglij’s “A Murder at the End of the World”. It's been awhile since I rewatched it. I wonder what it will be like this time.
Favorite Thing You Enjoy That Never Had an Active or Big "Fandom" But You Wish It Did: Heck, I am surprised that “For All Mankind” even has a small fandom at all. Most things I like aren't very popular. But two shows that come to my mind. Back in 2020 Alex Garland had a great sci-fi show on Hulu called “Devs”. It deserved a bigger following when it aired. And more recently, there was a great French/Japanese show on Apple TV based on a manga about wine tasting called “Drops of God”. I wish it had a bigger following… I wanted people to talk to about it when the new episodes were airing weekly.
Tempting Project You Don't Have Time For: I know I have a follow-up to my book “Rewrite the Stars” inside of me. Like a do-over. I put so much of myself into that one and it never caught on. I had higher hopes for it. As an artist I try to push on the accepted norms of our medium — new ways of thinking, seeing, experiencing. But society doesn’t know how to approach things it doesn’t understand. Constantly feeling misunderstood isn’t very motivating. Why put so much time and effort into something that no one will read? The follow-up lives in my mind, and right now that is good enough for me. Who has time to write another book? I'd rather sleep and dream.
Tempting Project I've Given In to: Out with the old, and in with the new. I have been going through the house and garage getting rid of things I haven't used or doesn't resonate with me anymore. For example, I donated seven boxes of books to the Friends of the Library. But there is still a lot in this house I need to sort though. My current project is the garage. Next will be the closet.
Tagging: @persepinesascent and @teenakp if you are in the mood for it.
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I'm gonna preface by saying that I'm sad and tumblr is being a butthead and I've had the draft saved for over a day and every time I try to post it the tags go unclickable and I'm DONE. So many lovely humans tagged me and they are delightful but I just cannot bring myself to type their names for the 5th time. Lol so here is this unformatted mess.
🔠 Favourite nickname you’ve ever been given: Chani is technically a nickname (but I go by it in my day to day life), and the only other nickname I've ever had was a camp nickname I didn't like. I've always wanted a cool nickname though!
🗺️ Where are you located? Very close to the longitudinal center of Canada.
🥶⛱️ What season is it where you are now? Technically still autumn. But it's been snowing here since October and usually does until at least March. So it's pretty freaking wintery.
🥳 Favourite tradition this time of year: Watching The Holiday and The Muppets a Christmas Carol.
🥧 Favourite holiday food: I know it's not technically holiday related but I grew up with eggs benedict on christmas morning. So it's my fave.
☕️ Mulled wine, eggnog or hot apple cider? Mulled wine! My step mother in law makes it and hot buttered rum every christmas and I look forward to it all year.
🍗 Turkey, Ham or Nut Roast (Or Tofurkey?)? What is a nut roast? I saw turkey. (As a vehicle for cranberry sauce.)
🏔️🏖️ Would you rather spend the December holidays in: A cabin in the woods surrounded by snow, or a house on the beach with sun and sand? Cabin in the woods. That's how I spent every other Christmas until I was 13.
❄️ Are you pro-snow or anti-snow? I like snow under very specific circumstances. I very much am anti *driving* in snow.
⛄️ Have you ever built a snowman? Sure have.
⛷️ Skiing or Snowboarding? Skiing! But please just downhill. I have been dragged to enough cross country ski excursions for several lifetimes.
🎍 Do you decorate for the holidays? Usually. Unfortunately between a new kitten, constant holiday obligations, and well, my very bad brain, I haven't been able to make it happen this year.
🎬 Favourite holiday movie? The Holiday and The Muppets Christmas. Buuuuut since I already said those, I'll add A Christmas Story. Because that was the classic one my dad always had us watch.
📖 Favourite holiday fanfic? I have not read enough of them to have a fave.
🎥 If you were to star in a Hallmark movie, who would be your love interest? Damn. Can I have Cameron Monaghan? Please? lololol
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🎄 Tag Game Wednesday 🎁
Thanks for the tag @mybrainismelted ! These are so cute! (I feel bad because I think there was definitely one last week that I’ve blanked on, maybe I’ll go back and do it if I can find it lol). And thanks @jrooc for making the qs!
🔠 Favourite nickname you’ve ever been given: I was called Sunshine throughout most of k-12. It’s nice to think people found me to be so chipper.
🗺️ Where are you located? I’ll give you the same as I have on my AO3 — on a US coastline.
🥶⛱️ What season is it where you are now? Winter
🥳 Favourite tradition this time of year: I adore going on long walks and seeing Christmas lights.
🥧 Favourite holiday food: I’m a big fan of all the different cookie traditions from families and friends. They’re just a sweet little personal treat you don’t get any other time.
☕️ Mulled wine, eggnog or hot apple cider? Eggnog.
🍗 Turkey, Ham or Nut Roast (Or Tofurkey?)? Probably ham?
🏔️🏖️ Would you rather spend the December holidays in: A cabin in the woods surrounded by snow, or a house on the beach with sun and sand? A cabin in the woods surrounded by snow. I love the cliche classic of it, I love when it FEELS like winter around me during the holidays.
❄️ Are you pro-snow or anti-snow? I adore snow from about December through February. Then I’m good. Don’t need it anymore lol.
⛄️ Have you ever built a snowman? Yes. Not in a LONG time though.
⛷️ Skiing or Snowboarding? Skiing — you have more control. Though, to be honest, I prefer sledding or snow-tubing or even ice skating as I would rather not have my feet attached to long boards where if I fuck up I can swiftly break both my legs.
🎍 Do you decorate for the holidays? A little! Also changed all my coffee mugs to my collection of winter themed mugs.
🎬 Favourite holiday movie? I love the classics — It’s a Wonderful Life, The Preacher’s Wife, White Christmas; but I also am basic and enjoy Elf and watching the silly Hallmark movies too 😂
📖 Favourite holiday fanfic? Um, gosh, I don’t know if I go back and reread any holiday fanfics in particular, but my brain’s a bit slow today so maybe I’m missing something obvious. I, too, though, am enjoying the sam_writes_fics 12 days of Christmas. I’m also POSITIVE there are lots of coldflash (captain cold/the flash) Christmas fics I’ve enjoyed over the years. If someone else knows I’ve read something, I’m sure you’re right and I probably loved it!
🎥 If you were to star in a Hallmark movie, who would be your love interest? Well, going by hallmark stereotype, I am the woman with the overly stressful job who needs to be disconnected from my world, so I would imagine either a man who owns a Christmas tree farm or like a carpenter, some sort of woodworker who is in touch with nature. If I’m supposed to actually cast the person myself? … I don’t typically do that kind of thing, but you can refer to my “tumblr blorbos” for inspiration.
Where would it take place? A small town, surrounded by farms and forest, get back in touch with my hometown roots.
To tag 💕! @michellemisfit , @mmmichyyy , @callivich And anyone else who would like to join!
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Tag game (Christmas edition)!
It's Festivus for the rest of us so grab your Chanukah bush, your mistletoe, your pagan ritual or whatever brings you joy and come gather round the fire and celebrate your pocket friends.
Tagged by @ronald-speirs and @ronsparky two Rons???
Favourite nickname you've ever been given?
uhhhh, Buck is technically a nickname but I gave it to myself lmaoo- I haven't been given one, y'all can give me one though!!!
Where are you located?
yee-yee baby!!!
What season is it where you are now?
Winter and I fuckin hate it- It's cold, and wet, and miserable-
Favorite tradition this time of year?
I don't have any traditions, that sounds so sad but my family just never made or followed any 😂
Favourite holiday food?
Green bean casserole... if anyone says anything mean about it, you're dead.
Mulled wine, eggnog or hot apple cider?
Eggnog is vile and I've never had the other two- apple cider sounds good though, I'd like to try that!!
Turkey, ham or nut roast (Or Tofurkey?)?
Turkey, we don't do it regularly but I do enjoy it in the years we do cook one!
Would you rather spend the december holidays in: a cabin in the woods surrounded by snow, or a house on the beach with sun and sand?
Cabin surrounded by woods and 75f weather, don't try to trick me with snow 😒
are you pro-snow or anti-snow?
Anti-snow, it has to be cold to snow, plus it makes everything soggy after it melts-
have you ever built a snowman?
I have, my dad would always be the one so excited to make one, it was the one thing I liked about winter as a kid!
Skiing or snowboarding?
Never done either, unless you count using a skateboard deck with the trucks taken off as snowboarding, then I prefer that over the idea of skiing!
Do you decorate for the holidays?
We used to! I loved the tree, the decorating of the tree, but now it's just a hassle and there's not many gifts to go under it usually 😂 I like the idea of decorating a little apartment/barracks room with greenery and small figurines, I want that in the future...
Favourite holiday movie?
Don't have one. I'm not much of a movie person. Maybe Elf? That's the only Christmas movie I can think of- OH ME AND MY DAD USUALLY BINGE WATCH GAME OF THRONES ONCE IT STARTS GETTING COLD!!! WE'RE STARTING SOON!!
Favourite holiday fanfic?
I try not to read holiday fics just bc it's not my jam, but I've thought up an Andy/Eddie fic where they celebrate their first Christmas together, and then K-Co and H-Co come around on the days after to drop off gifts, have dinner.... some stay the night for extra-curricular fun hahah- cough Sledge and Sid and Hoosier and Snafu cough
If you were to star in a hallmark movie, who would be your love interest?
Uhhhhh would it be mean to say no one? I want to make an Aro Hallmark movie, where there's no love interest and it centers around friends and found family 😊
Tags: hmm, I'm not sure, @kafka-ohdear @flashnthunder @whollyjoly @land-sh @caffeinated-fan @military-bluebells @verawhisk(ily pookie) and I that's all I can think of at the moment but feel free to tag me as the person who tagged you if you wanna do this!!!!
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30 Day Song(fic) Challenge: Day 18
I hadn't thought I'd get this one done, but here's today's Song(fic) Challenge entry! The prompt was "A song you like from an artist who is no longer living", and after multiple hours of going through playlists and discographies, I eventually ended up on "Grapefruit Juicy Fruit" by Jimmy Buffet. Yes, I am just as shocked as you are that this is my second Jimmy Buffet song of the month.
Compared to my other works this month, this fic is primarily based more on vibes/tone of the song and only a few lyrics, as opposed to fitting the majority of the lyrics, which I found surprisingly freeing! Additionally, this fic is brought to you by the fact that I just completed the Lurelin pirate quest in TotK today, and it just felt right to stick Link in the part of the game I myself ended at.
on a beach somewhere (listless and lovelorn)
Game: Tears of the Kingdom
Pairing: Zelink
Word Count: 856
Keywords: melancholy, lonely, introspective
Of course, he couldn’t leave Lurelin, even when the job of pirate-slaying was done. Not when there was a promise of healing the scarred village, of rebuilding the charming huts he’d visited so often with Zelda. Of helping the Lurelin diaspora return to their homes. Everyone deserved to be able to go home.
Read the fic on Ao3, or under the cut!
Ocean water, still warm from the sun beating on Lurelin’s shallow bay all day, rushed up and over Link’s ankles before draining back in a motion that felt like it was pulling him ever so slowly further into the surf. He could feel it leaving debris clinging to his feet and legs—sand, mostly, but also small, dark particles he knew to be pulverized chunks of charcoal from Lurelin’s burnt buildings. They scraped, ever so slightly.
If Zelda were here, she might have commented on how they acted as an exfoliator, how charcoal was actually beneficial for the skin and even teeth.
Link raised his fermented palm fruit cider to his mouth, and took a long, deep swallow.
It was his third day in Lurelin, his fourth night. He’d arrived as the village fell into darkness, and eliminated one lone monster after the other when possible; whole camps at once when it wasn’t. He snacked on the roasted fish he stole from their fires. He napped between kills to keep his strength up. Even when the sun rose, he doggedly continued around the crescent moon of the village, finishing with the pirate ship in the bay. He’d been worried about the silver boss bokoblin, but between the two muddlebuds he’d fired onto the deck and the six shots from his savage lynel bow as he launched himself from the upper deck, it had gone down easier than his tropical beverage currently was.
Of course, he couldn’t leave Lurelin, even when the job of pirate-slaying was done. Not when there was a promise of healing the scarred village, of rebuilding the charming huts he’d visited so often with Zelda. Of helping the Lurelin diaspora return to their homes.
Everyone deserved to be able to go home.
Link looked up into the heavens despite himself, at the galaxies reflecting on the sea that stretched out before him. Somewhere, on the other side of it, there was land, and people he’d never met and probably never would. He wondered if they’d ever heard tell of Hyrule’s Light Dragon in the last ten thousand years. Surely her story would have made it somewhere besides his own ears in all those lifetimes.
His gaze fell back to the surf, and he took another long draught of palm fruit cider.
He and Bolson had spent the last two days rebuilding. Link had harvested logs from the evermeans along Atun Valley, loath as ever to cut down normal trees that wouldn’t just return from the blood moon’s gloom each month, but would have to slowly grow back themselves. Rather than utilize Rauru’s arm the entire time—he tried not to use it if he didn’t have to, it just didn’t…feel right—he pushed the fifteen logs one by one down the slopes towards the village. Luckily, he hadn’t needed to leave and return for the sheafs of rice Bolson requested; the lynel fight he’d struggled through in the rice field on the Kamah Plateau had been good for something, after all.
Tomorrow, Bolson was meant to finish up the foundations for the headsman’s home and Armes’ home. They’d decided to prioritize those buildings first, for the sake of the displaced and shelterless people already in the village; they’d move on to the inn next, for more housing while the news spread and Lurelines began to return in greater numbers. Bolson had mentioned something about central pillars as a next step as Link handed him a nail, but Link hadn’t been able to hear anything in detail over the pounding of his hammer.
That was okay. Link wasn’t in a rush. The wind had rather ceased filling his sails after he’d collected Zelda’s final Tear. Thank Hylia he’d already helped with the crises around Hyrule before that, or its people might still be languishing in their disasters.
His palm fruit husk ran dry. He tossed it lightly in his hand, appreciating its heft, and then let it drop to the sand beneath him.
Maybe he’d fall asleep on the beach tonight. The crashing of waves as the tide rolled in could drown out his thoughts as he tried to fall asleep; the eastern sun over the bay could awaken him bright and early for a long day of hard work. If he got washed out to sea, well, maybe that wouldn’t be too much of a problem either. Hylia would never free him from his labors, after all. He’d probably just wake up out on Eventide, or maybe some other island with some other problems he’d need to solve.
Somewhere out in the water ahead of him, a waterbird swooped down to spear a fish with its sharp beak. He couldn’t see it in the darkness, but recognized the whistling thrum of wingbeats, and the slightest dying splash of the porgy. The circle of life went on, even when something so horrible had happened to their habitat.
Link supposed he would have to go on, too. To finish his task here, and then take his rightful place in the cycle of violence, of blood moon and bloodshed, until he could finally rest.
Even if he rested alone.
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