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tojivu · 9 months ago

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Helloo!! I've came across ur fics a few times and it never fail to makes me smile, and I have an idea from scrolling on tiktok for a whole week, I'm not sure if ur reqs are still open... But may I request the orange peel theory with jjk men n boys? Your pick on who u want to write in that scenario! If ur req is close pls ignore this! Thank you and I hope you have an amazing day!

the things i do for you ! ⋆ jjk men

the orange peel theory ˖ gojo, geto, toji, nanami.

an. honestly i'm still kind of ??? on what exactly is the orange peel theory but i'm assuming it's just acts of service? im so sorry if its wrong LOL pls i don't keep up with tiktok......

an ii. ok i did end up getting the prompt wrong but i hope yall like this anyway..

cw. sfw. f!reader. not proofread. acts of service.

playing. lovesong by beabadoobee.

GOJO SATORU is a familiar face at the local coffee shop down the block — and no, it's not because he keeps raiding their cheesecake displays. he much prefers the ones across the street; he only comes by this particular one to pick up your favourite coffee.

"toru, could you get something for me at the coffee place?"

"yeah, i can," he hums. "what do you need, baby?"

it's actually only a 5 minute walk, and you never told satoru your order. it was too specific that you were sure he would forget; so you just told him to buy an iced latte and be quick with it. after all, you could never go wrong with such a basic drink.

"'s okay, baby," he presses a quick kiss to your cheek, confident he would not come back home with a boring latte. "i'll get you something even better."

"please don't. your taste in coffee is terrible — no, forget it, i can just go by myself later." you groan, wriggling around in the sheets of your bed to find that warm spot in the blankets; satoru was up since 6am, and you've only just opened your eyes.

"oh, no need for that," your boyfriend smirks: almost too creepily. "i have great taste! both in coffee and women—"

you smack his arm, using your hands to gesture a shoo-ing motion. you weren't conscious enough to tolerate satoru's gross flirtations. his eyebrows furrow and lips pout, quickly planting another kiss on your forehead before standing up. he scrambles through the desk drawer for his sunglasses — eventually finding them and leaving the house.

little did you know that your boyfriend has your order memorised — it was a small order, not that difficult to remember. satoru didn't think it was necessary to make you get up and grab it yourself; he had legs, and he liked the fresh air, too. plus, he knows he'll get to see you smile first thing when you wake up; perhaps you might give him one of those kisses on the forehead that he loves so much.

you thought he would have called you lazy for not getting up — he would be offended you think so little of him if you admitted that. satoru sees your sleepy face, hears your peaceful snores and he thinks he would rather die by impalement than wake you.

when satoru returns, you're still tucked into bed and fast asleep. he leaves the coffee on the nightstand before kneeling down and leaving the third kiss of the day, right on your lips — and it's then that he realises that you have him so in love that he's willing to spend $8.95 every morning for the rest of his life on overpriced coffee.

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GETO SUGURU holds the most romantic date nights, but there's only one thing you don't particularly enjoy — that being there's always so much walking involved.

yes, you think the opportunity to just take a breath and link pinkies with suguru is nice; it's just that your shoes tend to undo themselves no matter how many bunny ears you tie. your laces have been through war — the plastic aglets have been long lost and the loose string is practically just that. they're starting to pull apart from eachother that you consider just wearing heels for the next few dates until you find better ones.

"we just need to turn the corner—"

suguru's words are cut off by your sighs. you look down at your shoelaces and they are once again untied; the pout on your lips make his curve upward, after he lets out a sigh of his own.

"i really need to get you new shoes," suguru mutters. "they've definitely been through it."

"can you tie them for me?"

it's a simple request that gets suguru on one knee, dress pants stained by the concrete dust, as you patiently wait for him to finish tying the knots he's so skilled at.

"the ones you tie never come out."

"that's a lie," suguru says, his voice a little muffled with the distance between your heads. his rough fingers miss the loop and he opts to restart the knot. "i tied them before we left the house, and look at them now."

your face flushes at that. he sees through your lie like glass — you were always so easy to read.

"i just like the way you tie them, sugu. plus, they only untied because i redid them myself."

"yeah, i think it's because i don't tie them like a preschooler," suguru teases — he ties the knot tightly and stands up. "you should learn how to tie them the right way, baby."

you shake your head, and he raises an eyebrow at your reaction. his left pinky reaches for yours again, before you two start to walk once more.

"why do i need to learn if i have you?"

there's silence for a bit, nothing but cars honking and chattering from the people enjoying the nightlife just as you were — you almost retract your statement when suguru looks at you expectantly.

"is that so?" suguru chuckles at your response. "i guess you're right."

you giggle at his seemingly sarcastic reply — but you don't see the way he smiles, the way the tips of his ears burn, nor do you hear the loud thumping of his heart that tell he is being serious.

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TOJI FUSHIGURO doesn't know what small is.

well, everything about him is big — his body, his mind, his bank account, his heart.

it took you awhile to figure that last one out, though. toji always does the big things. the extravagant, flaunting, costly things. it's only small to him, and it often takes you a lot of convincing to get him to not spend hefty amounts of cash on you.

he feels it's necessary, to take care of his sweet girl like any man should — toji knows nobody can pamper you as well as he does, so he makes sure his money is spent wisely in making you feel safe and content.

you don't know how to tell him that there's no need for all of it, that you just want him to be with you — it's only until one day when you're coughing and sneezing in bed that you have to, after toji's constant pestering about hiring a family doctor.

"tch, baby," toji's voice echoes throughout the spacious bedroom. "shit—you're burning up."

"i'm fine," your voice is hoarse, nose crinkling at the incoming sneeze. "achoo!—"

he frowns, and the scar on his lip shifts downward. he sits on the edge of the bed, thick fingers moving stray hairs away from your face. "told ya we shouldn't have gone last night."

you shake your head. "it was your friend's birthday."

"does it matter, [name]?" he sounds stern. he only ever acts strict with you when he's really worried. "y'were already falling sick yesterday."

you reach for the box of tissues, fingers trying to reach inside the packaging for another piece, but you seem to have used all of them up — the 3rd time today.

"can you stay home, toji?"

it's one simple request that has him nodding. if you didn't mention it, he thinks he would've forgotten all about work — toji was much too worried to let you stay home alone, while a random doctor he hires on the day of attends to you. he much rather take care of you himself.

"i think i'll fuckin' have to," toji answers, frown plastered on his face out of pure worry; he has no idea how happy his reply makes you — you were more than comfortable with the idea of him taking care of you. "'m too worried to let you be alone."

"thank you, toji," you smile up at him and he feels his face burn up, so much that he thinks he feels hotter than you; "you always take such good care of me."

he always does. there was no doubt about it.

it's then that toji fushiguro stands up, his feet quick in making it's way to the bathroom to prepare a cold towel to plaster on top of your forehead. his actions are quick, wanting to make you feel better as soon as possible; your pale lips and tired eyes worried him more than he'd like to admit.

he ends up cooking the worst chicken noodle soup ever, but you chug it down with a grateful smile and a kiss to toji's cheek.

"fuck," he mumbles, sounding almost annoyed. "think i'm gonna get a fever now, too."

the smirk on his face tells you everything, though — at least now he knows money can't buy this.

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NANAMI KENTO is the type of man to do as you please, whenever you please, even if it's something you didn't even ask for.

he loves to see the smile on your face, the way your eyes sparkle when he agrees to help you with something just because you want him to — he can never get sick of the way your voice thanks him.

this is especially true in times of emergency.

it's a friday night and you're having dinner with nanami, legs crossed underneath the marbled tabletop — your silk emerald green dress flows perfectly, hugs your body just right; you think you did a good job picking it out today.

nanami had a range of activities planned out for tonight. it was your anniversary — dinner, then a film festival, then whatever surprise he kept a secret after.

you didn't try to snoop this time, genuinely thrilled to have such a special night with your lover; you were always one to love surprises, especially the ones from nanami.

beautiful, slow tempo jazz plays in the italian restaurant — you feel like you're from a different time, enjoying such authentic food.

"ken," you smile. "you should try some of this."

he doesn't respond for a bit. he's been looking at you with dreamy eyes, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lip; it's not until you giggle that he snaps out of whatever state he was just in.

"sorry, darling," nanami clears his throat. "you just look absolutely breathtaking tonight."

you physically feel the blood rush to your cheeks, too fast that it's almost embarrassing: kento truly knew how to fluster you.

you spin the fork in your hand clockwise, picking up a ball of pasta. "do i not look breathtaking every night?"

nanami chuckles, fingers controlling the knife sawing away at the steak that sits ready on his plate. "stop teasing. you know i think you're beautiful every second—"

plop.

your eyes widen, feeling a damp spot on your thigh. your fork suddenly feels lighter, and your eyes dart down to your dress that now has a patch of spaghetti sauce.

your eyes forcefully close shut in embarrassment, fingers rubbing your temples as you sigh.

"shit," you curse under your breath. "i'm sorry, kento."

he smiles, shaking his head. "what are you apologising for? you didn't drop it on purpose."

nanami sees the frown that drags your smile away, and he feels his heart sink. he knows you really loved that dress — and so he asks you to just enjoy your meal and that he'll make something work.

it's then that his plan derails, just a little. you two are running late to the film festival, but he couldn't think of any better solution.

"wait a little, okay?"

nanami parks the car, and his feet quickly lead him out and into the mall for a little over 10 minutes — when he returns, it's with a black bag with gold printed letters.

oddly familiar, you think.

he steps into the driver's seat, shuts the door and opens the bag: it's the same dress you're wearing, just in a different colour — blue.

nevertheless, you can't help the smile that creeps up on your face. "ken.. you really didn't—"

"yes, i had to." he interrupts. "i know it's not green, but i hope it's okay."

"thank you, love." you say, voice too sweet that nanami remembers all the reasons he does these things for you — he thinks he'll never get tired of it.

020224 — happpyy february ! also i think nanami's one is a little ermm but we rock we roll life moves on yolo :( i got lazy towards the end but i tried Okay

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urperfectcinnamonroll07 · 7 months ago

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Hi, are your requests open? If not, ignore this please, but I would really, really like a chishiya x reader fluff where readers love language is "nah I'll do it for you" but not like grand gestures, just random things. Kinda like the peeling an orange thing, or going downstairs to get a snack or running a bath after a hard day. But like, it goes both ways, reader doing stuff for chishiya and vice versa. Also, could it be post borderlands where they remember everything? Feel free to change anything or don't do it at all, I wouldn't mind. Also, I haven't ever actually requested with my real username, so I don't know if it would notify me if you post with this, but can you @ me? Bye and I really enjoy your writing!!!

I'll Do It!

requested?: yes pairing(s): shuntarō chishiya x gn!reader genre: fluff, angst if you squint warning(s): mentions of nightmares, fluff, mentions of sleeping pills, mentions of very poor mental health, chishiya being sweet towards reader (shock horror gasp), mentions of trouble sleeping, mentions of eating disorder summary: 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘺𝘢, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘢 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴, 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘺𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨�� word count: 1k a/n: ofc you can! my requests are practically always open and i do try my hardest to get through them, so sorry if this is late lol. also, think this is so cute and you have a great idea. just to add, can somone request something for bang chan please lmao, i wanna write for him but all my ideas are literally gone lmao. make sure to eat and drink something, love yas, mwah! (P.s so sorry this took a while, ive been busy recently lol) tags: @ultimate-duck-king-lucifer

you and chishiya did absolutely everything for eachother. you both remembered the borderlands, which was a downside for the both of you, but you did both get over it. when chishiya went back to work, a lot changed.

it was almost as though he was never around, and he either worked so late that you were already asleep, or he would just crash when he got home. but of course, on the rare occasions he was working from home, you would bring him snacks and keep him company while he did so.

you had am office in your house that you had both decorated with comfy sofas, so you would sit and scroll through your phone while he worked, occasionally getting up to get a snack or a drink and bringing something back for him. you would also stand behind him sometimes and ask what he was doing, resulting in you being confused with the big fancy doctor words your boyfriend used in order to explain, so you ended up just sitting back down and pretending to understand (which he knew you wouldn't, and just chuckled anyways).

of course, you worked aswell, which also resulted in chishiya doing things for you. your work was mainly based at home, but you would have to go out and about to the office and do stuff sometimes. if it was a particularly stressful day, chishiya would run you a bath for after you finished work, and if you were working in the seperate office you had in your home, he would peep his head around the door and ask if you needed anything. if chishiya knew that you hadn't eaten anything yet, and you had said no to him asking if you needed anything, he would go get you a snack nontheless.

even though you both led very busy lives with your work, you also made time to cuddle in bed on a night, which took chishiya a while to get used to, but it was definately worth it.

there also lead to a problem with sleeping. sometimes one of you would have a nightmare and unintentionally wake the other, resulting in the other holding the other in their arms while the other calmed down and went back to sleep. more times than others, chishiya wouldn't wake you up when he had a nightmare, because he was a silent sleeper. but you, however, did wake him up since you were a quiet sleeper, but a one that moved around quite a lot. so you thrashed around quite a lot, with the occasional mutter of "no" or sometimes even you screamed.

the first time this did happen, however, chishiya thought there was an intruder, so he ultimately went into panic mode aswell, jumping awake and turning the light on, before realising it was just a nightmare you were having. he managed to wake you up as softly as he could, holding you in his arms as he whispered to you that everything would just about be alright. you believed him, well, almost.

the time he woke you up, he was just flinching and twitching in his sleep, and you woke him up. chishiya being chishiya, though, pretended nothing was wrong, but didn't say no to you holding him until he wemt back to sleep.

you almost believed that everything would be alright, because when your mental health started to slowly get worse, so did the nightmares. chishiya did notice you slowly started to eat less, and also sleep less, but he thought you would manage to get yourself back up on your feet. only when you started to get a lot worse, did he start to intervene.

it started off slow, just small snacks, before it turned into small meals, then bigger meals, then you were eating properly again. but that didn't change your sleeping. even though your eating patterns were improving, your nightmares were still getting worse.

almost every night you woke up screaming and crying, but even the nights you didn't, you would still be up throughout the night. chishiya was starting to get worried, even though he didn't show it that much, he worried.

after a while, you got a cat, aswell as sleeping pills perscribed from your doctor boyfriend himself. he thought the cat would help with anxiety, and the pills with sleeping. and they did, for a while at least. as much as chishiya loved you, he couldn't keep waking up due to your screams and nightmares.

the pills worked for around a month, before you started to get worse again. the pills weren't working as much as they used to and you were waking up a lot more. you had both tried everything, from pills to pillow mist, nothing was working.

your cat, did hep with bits of anxiety when you had the occasional anxiety or panic attack. but other than that, you were practically on your own. chishiya did help, but he wasn't there all the time. he did advise you to go get therapy, but even if you did, nobody would believe you other than the man l who suggested it himself.

at this point, you were barely sleeping. you would try not to wake chishiya, but whenever you were awake, so was he. it was almost as though he just knew you would be awake.

this one particular night, you had a worse nightmare, you were thrashing around all night and chishiya was awake. it was only when the screams started that he woke you up, you were hitting his chest in protest until you realised it was him.

"sh, sh, sh" he says, bringing your sobbing frame into his arms, your face soaking his night shirt with your tears. "you're okay, i'm here, everything is okay" he whispers, stroking your hair and leaving soft kisses on the crown of your head.

your sobs eventually died down, and chishiya just about thought you were asleep until you whispered.

"i'm sorry" you whispered into his chest.

"what for?" he says, cupping your cheeks in his hands and making you move your head so you were looking at him.

"keeping you awake every night" you whisper back.

"honey, it's fine, as long as you're okay" he says, bringing you back into his chest.

"i love you" you mutter, and you just about hear him say it back before sleep overcame you.

#alice in borderland #fluff #chishiya x reader #chishiya shuntaro #chishiya angst #chishiya fluff

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2lut4u · 1 year ago

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CHWE HANSOL VERNON

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actualbird · 11 months ago

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The cafe event has gotten me into a polynxx mood lately... Just them getting along together, them praising Vyn for his desserts, Marius who keeps asking for Artem's meals, Vyn & Luke making their dishes match eachother like dear god and them just making sure that Rosa is alright while she's walking all over the place as a waitress!!! Your honor, this is my silly polyamorous investigation group!!!

I'm just finding sm comfort in thinking about them right now spending lots of time together and I can't help but get a stupidly big grin on my face.

Bc they're together a lot (not only in the event but as a team in general) I wonder whether they start noticing eachother's weird or silly little habits (i.e. pretending that they're interrogating and waterboarding someone while pushing dirty dishes down into some soapy water). Or even nice little things they do for eachother (i.e. something like peeling an orange for someone while they're on break).

hi hi creckar!!! and gosh mood about this whole event, im enjoying it so much and it's definitely giving me polyam nxx vibes too hHHHHHHHHH. the entire intro scene was so lighthearted entertaining but also so sweet (im never getting over marius calling the others his friends, THEYRE FRIENDS, YOUR HONOR!!!!) and that bit with artem openly praising vyn's cooking and vyn responding by laughing oh my gosh my heart fluttered, THESE PEOPLE ENJOY EACH OTHER'S COMPANY I LOVE THEM AND THEY ALL LOVE EACH OTHER AND //puts on shipping goggles, ARE ALSO IN LOVE WITH EACH OTHER

speaking of being in love with stuff, im in love with ur hc in this ask. they so totally would notice each other's habits because 1) aforementioned THEY CARE ABT EACH OTHER SO MUCH and 2) theyre all just naturally very perceptive people, in regards to how much they can realize and note about others.

little things like how mc writes down orders in a certain manner on her notepad, or how luke hums to himself when hes making drinks, or how artem gets this focused glint in his eyes whenever hes in the zone cooking, or how vyn uses his lunch break to take a nap first and foremost before having a munch, or the irony of marius loving ice cream but being very susceptible to brainfreezes. all these little details compound and are noticed, but in a very casual way. it's like getting to know more about each other without even having to speak or talk. im sure once this cafe thing is over, they both know more than they realize about the other team members

i also like to think that some habits get Adopted. like yknow how when people are close, they adopt some habits or quirks of the ones theyre close with? yeah now everybodys little quirks are The NXX Team's Collective Quirks. our quirks now. so sometimes you'll find vyn humming when hes working, or artem trying out mc's notetaking system. sadly, nobody can take the burden of marius' brainfreezes for him though

all in all, im super loving this event, it's so cozy and cute and fun!!! now if only luke's SR card would reveal itself to me early, thatd really make this event perfect.....LHSVFLSD

#creckar #asks #so many of the customers r so dang rude tho i wanna strangle em JHVKSJDHFSJDF THE TEAM IS SO STRONG

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sgcairo · 1 year ago

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More Mamatorre thoughts:

-Whenever they see eachother for the first time in months, they start giggling and spinning around like school girls

-She has an old photo of baby Dottore chewing on a ruin guard part and claims it's "on of her favorites"

-In the hallway of her house the walls are full of photos, and the first time she met Pants she spend at the very least an hour explaining the story behind each and every one of them

- Since she and Dot have their own lil spot for their picnics, she went and found a seperate small spot for her and Anastasiy to hang out when they wanna go outside

- I feel like her favorite fruit would be some kind of citrus, something like oranges or grapefruits

- She always makes sure to give Anastasiy some pressed flowers from her garden to send back home when he visits

- When Dottore was young, any time he'd get angry or frustrated she'd send him outside to chop wood or just destroy something to relieve some stress

- I like to think that whenever her husband was too annoying she'd just put sleeping pills in his coffe(my aunt used to do this but with her in-laws. She was an interesting woman)

- She love pinching Danya's cheeks and likes giving him and all of the clones forehead kisses

- Her house is quite cluttered. You have to watch your step quite a bit to make sure you don't accidentaly knock something over or step on a beaker. She just has lots of things laying around

- She has a glass table with all sorts of moths and butterflies in it

- I feel like she should have at least some kind of animal companion. Maybe a snake?

- I know you mentioned that her teeth are slighlty less pointy than Dottore's, but im gonna double down and say hers are actualy sharper. Dottore, apart from his height and teefs, looks pretty much identical to her. When you look at his dad, you'd probably think he was just some sort of family friend and not actualy related to him

- She has a "Number 1 mom in the world" mug Dot handmade when he was like 10 and she still often uses it to drink her morning tea

All of this, yes, and allow me to add on some little things of my own:

-When Dottore was younger, Mamatorre would tell him to go run around in the woods whenever he was feeling angry/antsy. This led to a dirt covered, absolutely wild Dottore scurrying through the forest at questionable hours of the night, to the point that he would scare the absolute daylights out of travelers passing through the forest, with his pointy teeth and red eyes glowing like some kind of gremlin when fire from a lantern or torch passed by. It didn't help that he had a biting problem at that age, which left many poor souls with a fear of the deep Sumeru forests, and whatever goblin apparently attacked them there. Dottore became something of a cryptid as a result, and when Magdalena eventually heard about it, she laughed so hard she cried.

-Her favorite fruit is actually oranges, believe it or not, and she has a tree she's been nurturing for years in her garden. Whenever the segments visit, she always makes sure to pack them a basket of them for the boat home, just so they don't get scurvy and almost die (again). Unfortunately, they wouldn't stay good long enough to make it back to her son in Snezhnaya, but she always sets one aside when she peels them in the morning for breakfast, only to be painfully reminded that her little Zandik isn't going to run up and squirrel it away.

-She doesn't have an animal companion quite yet, but she does have her own little version of Benben, named Qalbi. It's quite the enthusiastic little thing, and usually floats around the garden beeping along to a tune that only it can hear. Qalbi tends to accompany her into town to deliver "medicine" (mostly to ensure her safety by Dottore's orders), and gets very excited when she gives it a coin to keep for being such a good helper.

-As for her home, it's definitely somewhat cluttered, but it's comforting that way. Unlike Dottore's lab, her cottage is more cozy than cramped, and her equipment is always tucked safely away, so none of the segments will run into it by accident and get hurt. A lot of her more dangerous tools are baby-proofed, because her son's segments are a handful, and also can be little idiots in the heat of the moment. She doesn't want any recreations of Julius Caesar happening in her living room, and that means putting the blades in the secret drawer for safekeeping.

-While you'd think that a man like Dottore would keep his cool when seeing his mother for the first time in literal months to preserve his dignity- you'd be wrong. In fact, he starts shouting at the top of his lungs, and once he reaches Mamatorre, he scoops her up like she weighs nothing, gives her a little spin, and continues to hug her until she manages to extract herself somehow. I mean, she's not much better, also shouting and hugging him back like it's the last hug she'll ever get, but they're both dramatic as all get out, let them have their moment. The segments have similar reactions, except it's a group hug that threatens to squish poor Mamatorre, but she's always delighted to see her favorite little ones. Even if they popped her back a little.

-She absolutely loves braiding little flowers into Danya's hair (and that of the other segments, if they'll stop eating the damn flowers out of her hand). Making little flower crowns and twisting flowers into their hair like she used to do with Dottore when he was little always brings a smile to her face, especially seeing the delight from Danya when he looks in the mirror. It takes some convincing to make any of them take it out, but that only makes her fondness grow.

-Mamatorre is quite lonely, actually. While she seems to be quite friendly, and the people in the nearby village like her quite a bit, she's not... close to anyone. Outside of her son and his cohort, that is. Sure, she knows a few harbingers from her son's letters, and has met a few wayward travelers throughout her time in the woods, but she's almost always alone. It's not that she likes being alone, quite the opposite, but those who are close to her always seem to leave. She won't stop trying to hold onto those she cares about, but it hurts, being old and alone in the middle of the woods, with no one but your son to take care of you. But alas, it's the reality of her life. Perhaps that's why she jumps so readily at the possibility of staying in Zapolyarny for a while, at least there she always has some sort of company, even if it's not the one she came for.

That's all I have for now, but more is coming! Enjoy!

#mamatorre #il dottore #genshin impact #genshin impact headcanons #il dottore's clones #genshin impact oc #babytorre #anastasiy

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firstprince-ao3feed · 11 months ago

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baby if they only knew

baby, if they only knew https://ift.tt/xd4KEau by aliwrites07 Alex has never been a possessive person, and even now he can’t imagine feeling jealous over the idea of a date - and yet, this was different. Something inside him was breaking at the thought. It was unbearable; he was bracing himself for something that would cause him pain, like waiting for the sting of alcohol that came after pouring it over a wound. * Or, if Alex and Henry had to go out on a date with other people to keep their relationship a secret before the email leak. Words: 8825, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Red White & Royal Blue (2023) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Alex Claremont-Diaz, Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Henry Hanover-Stuart Fox Relationships: Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Hanover-Stuart Fox Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Kinda, Missing Scene, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Alex Claremont-Diaz Loves Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor Loves Alex Claremont-Diaz, Mutual Pining, they miss eachother a lot, let alex cry 2k24, he deserves to break down, they love eachother so much it’s almost a crime, not sure how i feel about the end but whateva, alex and henry are so orange peel theory coded via AO3 works tagged 'Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor' https://ift.tt/1Lzef3Q December 28, 2023 at 10:30PM

#IFTTT #ao3feed #red white and royal blue #rwrb #firstprince #aliwrites07

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a-plethora-of-midnight-roses · 28 days ago

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i love having an oc that's just like. an imaginary boyfriend. i love drawing him. i would rather be with him than a bear. we'd peel oranges for eachother. he'd volunteer for a period simulator and start crying immediately. he'd let me steal his clothes and he'd take mine too. and he'd look phenomenal. he's my favorite boy.

#i may be delusional #that's it #midnight speaks #oc

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rjalker · 1 year ago

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There was a really cool superhero costume in my dream. I don't know if I can remember enough details to recreate it though.

The main color was orange, and this was maybe over a black and grey thing, with some small asymetrical highlights of purple and royal blue.

The person didn't wear a mask, but she had purple and blue makeup under her eyes and some sort of hood thing.

the dream itself (not lucid, lol) was some sort of absurd comedy that's really fucking funny now that I'm awake enough to appreciate it.

I was one of the villains(?) and superhero lady was renting out part of her house to us. She lived on the first floor and the like,,,,,six(?) of us all shared the upstairs. There were not supposed to be six of us living up there but we snuck the extra people in and out the top floor windows using shapeshifting spells.

The plot of the comedy was that we were all obviously villains and doing Evil™ stuff (like letting more people live with us without paying for them specifically) and superhero lady landlord didn't notice and thought we were also superheros (aka supercops) and kept trying to come barging up the stairs while all six of us were up there to help us with out hero plans. So we had to keep going to absurd lengths to stop her from figuring out there were more than two of us living upstairs.

These absurd things consisted of physically shoving eachother out the window, throwing blankets over people and sitting on them pretending they're chairs, shoving people into a closet she'd then stand directly in front of while the people hiding try no to fall out, people sticking themselves to the ceiling and trying not to fall down, hiding behind a giant box with a hole in it and and pretending it was a TV, and more ridiculous things like that.

But at one point one of our supervillain people got sick via some freezing curse so we finally decided to lock the door leading down to the first floor (which we were allowed to do via our contract with supercop landlady) and then we'd all just be as quiet as possible so she'd think we weren't home.

Well she decided she wanted to come into our appartment anyways so she got out this fucking electric saw and started cutting a hole through the door! And we were all just staring at eachother like is she serious?!?!? and yes she was serious lol.

So I went to the stairs to try and convince her to go back downstairs and she just kept insisting she wanted to come up for some reason and would not change her mind.

So via magical telepethic text messaging we all decided it was time to just straight up kill her.

This was not a lucid dream, so killing her went about as absurdly as the rest of our Villainous Plots™

Her superhero power by the way was that she always had a future version of herself advising her and helping her do stuff, sometimes with another version of her from the past to remind her of stuff that Did Not Work.

So she was really good at absurdly avoiding the ways I was trying to kill her, which mostly consisted of like, trying to scare her into falling down the stairs using random cartoony things.

Eventually I managed to somehow distract her into going into the wrong room upstairs and then managed to lock her out on the fire escape somehow and then of course she just went back downstairs, and one of the other villains came to try and help. She ended up falling down the stairs on a banana peel supercop had dropped and then another one of us had to come help me carry her back up the stairs and then supercop lady and one of the neighbors came in the front door and were being cheerful and oblivious and then I woke up.

#Rjalker has weird dreams #Lol

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lizard-dumbass · 2 years ago

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I wrote a (young) Raeda ficlet because I think about them a normal amount

(the fic will be under the cut because I don't want to clutter your dashboards and I am being mildly bashful about sharing my work)

I present to you all:

Braiding Hair

Sitting on the ground, Eda tapped her feet impatiently against the dirt as Raine braided her thick orange hair. She wasn't quite sure why they asked to do so in the first place, but she didn’t mind. Raine had claimed their spot on the large rock behind Eda, giving them additional height. They brushed Eda's hair inbetween braiding to make the job easier, as she didn’t brush it herself very often.

“Tell me how you know how to braid hair again?” The young witch asked. “My moms taught me. It’s pretty easy, so I learned to braid my hair on my own pretty quickly.” Raine answered. Eda’s eyes widened at the implication. She lifted her chin from her forearms which were rested on her elevated knees. “Wait a minute, are you saying that you used to have long hair?” She asked excitedly. Raine's cheeks turned red with embarrassment, but they were relieved Eda couldn’t see it with her back turned to them. “Well, yeah.” The green haired witch answered with an awkward chuckle. “Aww, why’d you cut it? I bet you’d look cute with long hair.” Eda expressed half-jokingly. Raine's blush turned a deeper shade of red at the comment. With a laugh, they answered: “Trust me, I did myself and everyone else’s eyes a favor by chopping it off.”

Eda threw her head back to look up at her friend, her temples now between their knees. “If you grew your hair out, I could braid it for you.” She offered with a smile. “There’s no way that’s happening, Eda.” Raine happily declined. They gently placed their left hand underneath Eda’s head and lifted it back up and forward to its original position, then continued braiding.

“Jokes aside, though, I get it. Why you cut your hair, I mean. I thought about getting a pixie cut a few months ago but I decided it just didn’t fit me. I couldn’t hide stuff in short hair.” Eda explained. “I think it would do you some good to have short hair, I had to pick out three soda cans from there before getting started.” Raine replied, making Eda glance at said soda cans which had been placed in their open bag. “Is that why you’re braiding my hair? To stop me from smuggling anything else?” She asked with a chuckle. Raine laughed along with her before answering. “Consider it a bonding activity.”

After tying the ends of the three hair segments together, the braid was complete. “Alright, I’m done.” Raine announced. Eda stood up, making her braided hair slip out of Raine’s hands. She took a few steps away from her sitting spot and turned back around to face her friend. She looked down at the ground, held her hands behind her back and rubbed at the dirt with her foot, an unusually shy looking gesture for her, while waiting for Raine’s reaction. Raine put their hands together and quietly admired the sight, they hadn’t expected her to look quite as pretty as she did. “What’re you staring at, nerd?” Eda said to break the silence. Raine realized that they were indeed staring and looked away, trying to quickly think of something to say. “Uhm, nothing! We should probably get going, this forest is starting to feel more eerie the longer we stay here.” They responded as they got down from their rock and grabbed both their and Eda's belongings. “What, you scared something’s gonna attack us?” Eda teased. Just then, the witchlets heard a stick break in the distance. With a nervous chuckle, Eda grabbed her bag and said: “Actually, we should probably go.”

The two headed off to go home. On the way, Eda repeatedly asked Raine to show her pictures of them pre-haircut, much to their annoyance. The two also kept their eyes peeled for anything that could potentially attack them from the woods, but they both knew they’d protect eachother no matter what.

#the owl house #raine whispers #eda clawthorne #young raeda #raeda #raine x eda #fanfic #that's a tag now #i definitely won't use it for a while after this because it's not often that i write fiction lol #edalyn clawthorne #lizard dumbass's writing

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aster-aspera · 4 years ago

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for writing: do what i do (:

just get really emotional and project onto characters. but like. in a fluffy way.

this is my way of telling you to make characters cuddle and love eachother.

maybe anxceit for projection reasons? (although if you take this idea i may overanalyse what you write for virgil...)

Oops, this one got a bit personal, but you did give me permission to project :)

Warnings: Bit of an existential crisis ig? idk tell me if it needs any other warnings

Pairing: (queerplatonic) anxceit

Janus was lying on the floor, watching the rain drip down from steely grey skies as the occasional gust of wind blew through the open window, shuffling the papers on his desk around. It picked up something he had been reading, pressing it against his door before letting it fall to the floor. Janus shivered slightly as the chill ghosted along his arms, caressing him like a lover, like a ghost.

Somewhere outside, the sun emerged from behind the clouds and the sky brightened just slightly, casting the grey world in golden light. The patch of sunlight let in by his window didn’t quite reach him, stopping just at his feet. Something in his chest stirred, tempting him to move and curl up in the light, letting the warmth fill the emptiness in his bones. The flame was snuffed out by the grey stillness in the rest of his body and he continued staring at the raindrops hitting his window, wishing they would wash him away too.

He imagined it, dissolving into the rain, being washed down into the soil and trickling between the rock layers, to eventually end up in a great ocean somewhere, a small drop amongst millions, insignificant in the vastness.

Maybe he needed to get up, do something else than have an existential crisis over rain. Or maybe he could stay here and hope that if he wished it enough, the world would disappear, leaving just him, alone in his room with only the rain for company.

His phone buzzed where it was laying on the ground beside him, jolting him out of his existential crisis. His phone overflowed with messages. People from classes pestering him about work, family asking him why he wasn’t talking to them anymore, friends worried about the fact that he hadn’t replied in days. He cast his hand about clumsily and grabbed his phone, turning off the sound.

He had no idea how long he stayed there, staring up at the heavens and rubbing his fingers along his stinging wrist. It was long enough for the sky to turn dark, the occasional star winking out from behind the clouds. It was long enough for the streetlight to switch on, the orange light illuminating the mist wreathing the streets.

There was a quiet, timid knock on his door and Janus looked up apathetically, brain trying to come up with a way to deal with the fact there was someone in front of his door.

“Janus?” Virgil’s gentle voice called, “I ordered dinner, you coming down?”

Janus felt something wet trace down his cheeks and he furrowed his brow in frustration. He didn’t want Virgil to see him like this. But his body stayed heavy and uncooperative on the floor.

“Janus, love, can I come in please?”

Everything in Janus screamed at him to say yes, to show all his broken, crumbling pieces to Virgil. He wanted someone to hold him, to tell him it would be alright. To tell him the lies in his head were just that.

And the other part, the sensible part, told him to wipe away the tears, to tell Virgil he was perfectly fine. It was selfish, to need Virgil to comfort him. To take his comfort when he could barely offer the same in return.

It seemed he took too long to reply, because Virgil pushed the door open, worry clearly written on his face. His eyes immediately locked onto Janus and the worry softened into concern. He kneeled down next to Janus, took his wrist in his hand and rubbed gentle circles into his skin.

“Bad day?” he asked. Janus just nodded.

“How about you go lie down in bed? This doesn’t look comfortable,” Virgil suggested. Jnaus tugged his hand closer, till Virgil nearly toppled over on top of him. He looked up at him imploringly. “Hugs,” he mumbled.

Virgil sighed, lying down next to Janus so he wouldn’t fall onto him. He wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him against his chest, pressing a soft kiss to Janus’s hair. “So needy,” he murmured and there was no reproach to his voice, just that familiar fondness. Janus felt something warm stir happily in his chest.

His body finally gave in and cooperated as he turned to bury his face in Virgil’s chest, hands gripping his hoodie tightly, almost desperately.

“This would probably be more comfy in bed,” Virgil chuckled. Janus whined plaintively. “Don’t want to move,” he groaned.

“You’re going to have to get up at some point.”

“No,” Janus said decidedly, “I’m just staying here forever. And you’re staying here with me.”

“As much as I would love to, we do have to eat.”

Janus gave him his most serious look. “No.” he said again, trying to hide his fond smile.

“How ‘bout this?” Virgil said, pressing another kiss to his hair, “You go lie down in bed, and I’ll bring up some food, and then once you’ve eaten we can cuddle for as long as you like.”

“Or,” Janus argued, “We could stay here and cuddle.”

“You,” Vigil said, leaning up on his elbow and flicking Janus’s nose lightly, “are absolutely impossible.”

Janus smiled up at him, realizing the sadness that curled up in his bones like a heavy fog had lifted slightly, the bright rays of sunshine that accompanied Virgil breaking through the grey.

“I love you,” Janus said, sudden and soft.

Virgil looked at him with surprise at the words. Then his face softened into the most beautiful smile and Janus wanted nothing more than to hold that smile in his heart, as a memory of the sunlight that chased away the clouds. He brushed the corners of Virgil’s lips with a soft finger.

“I love you too,” Virgil whispered, voice filled with so much love and warmth Janus felt like he was choking on it.

Janus pushed himself up off the ground too, groaning when his back protested. “Maybe the bed would be more comfortable.”

Virgil’s triumphant smirk almost made Janus reconsider the love thing. But then Virgil stood up with him and wrapped his arm around his waist, bumping their hips together playfully and he felt just as besotted as a few moments ago.

Janus sat down in bed and pouted at Virgil as he kissed his forehead, promising he would be back with food in less than a minute.

As soon as Virgil left the room, the grey settled back in and Janus dug his nails into his wrist, the sharp pain helping to drive away the fog. He closed his eyes, sinking into the pillows and straining to hear Virgil in the next room, clattering around in the kitchen.

Virgil reappeared in the doorway, balancing a tray filled with take out containers and two glasses of water, a heat pad tucked under his elbow. He sat down on the bed, placing the tray on the side table and giving it a stern look, as if that would stop it from toppling off the ridiculously small table. He handed the heat pad to Janus.

“Here, your back can’t feel too good after lying on the ground for so long.”

Janus scowled at him but accepted the heat pad, tucking it behind his back and melting into the warmth as it loosened his tense muscles.

Virgil sat as close as he could as they ate, their legs tangled together, their sides pressed into each other. Janus occasionally got an elbow in his gut but it was something he could bear for the sake of getting to sit so close to Virgil.

Once Virgil had put away their empty dishes, Janus took no time pulling him into a hug. He had waited far too long for the cuddles he had been promised. He crawled as close to Virgil as he could get, pressing his face into his chest and basing in the glorious warmth that chased away the cold chill of the rainy day.

Virgil pressed a kiss to the top of his head, and then another to his neck and cheeks. He slid down a bit, settling into the pillows more comfortably and adjusting Janus so his head was resting at his collarbone, his arms circling around his waist.

A warm weight snuggled against Janus’s neck, settling down on Virgil’s chest and Janus looked up with a smile as their cat started purring happily. Virgil scratched her ears gently.

“Next time you’re having a bad day, you know you can always just tell me, right?” Virgil whispered and Janus nodded. “I know,” He whispered as he closed his eyes, every sharp edge softening, melting into a puddle of warmth and contentement.

Janus woke up first the next morning, as he nearly always did, curling up contentedly in the mellow light of the morning, letting sleep soften the morning as he stared at Virgil, lit by the golden rays filtering through the windows they hadn’t bothered to close, hair sticking up in a million different directions, face relaxed and unguarded. The warmth of Virgil curled around him, the quiet of the city this early in the morning, it all threatened to drag Janus back into sleep. He probably would have given into it, if his stomach didn’t take that exact moment to start complaining.

He sighed softly, figuring he might as well take advantage of the situation to do something for Virgil. He carefully peeled Virgil’s arms from where they were tightly wrapped around him, shushing him with a soft kiss when he muttered something in his sleep.

He padded into the kitchen on bare feet, their cat appearing from somewhere and winding between his legs. He bent down to scratch her along her back, smiling as her tail curled around his arm.

He hummed softly under his breath as he searched through the cabinets for the ingredients needed for crepes, mixing the batter from memory, the movements ingrained in his memory. He put on some quiet music as he waited for them to bake, swaying along to the music, his eyes closed and his body relaxed.

Arms wrapped around his waist suddenly, startling him out of his reverie and he smiled as a kiss was placed at the base of his neck, Virgil’s gentle voice rumbling in his ear. “Good morning love,” he said, voice still rough and heavy from sleep.

“Good morning buttercup, I trust you slept well?”

“Mhmm, perfectly, definitely with you there.”

Janus turned to press a kiss to his cheek before going to flip the crepes onto a plate.

“And what did I do to earn this fancy breakfast?” Virgil asked, leaning back against the counter with a cup of coffee in his hands.

“Can’t I just want to make my boyfriend some crepes?” JAnus said lightly, stacking them on the plate and setting them on the table. “I was mostly just in the mood to bake something, but making you happy is always a plus.”

“You’re so sappy,” Virgil chuckled as he sat down on the floor to pull the cat into his lap. Janus smiled at him as he smothered the cat in affection. “And you say I’m the sappy one.”

Virgil looked up at him, brow furrowed in adorable confusion. “What?”

The cat made a noise of protest and he returned his attention to her. Janus rolled his eyes and finished setting the table. “Once you’re done there, how about you come eat those crepes I so painstakingly made for you?”

Setting the table ended up being redundant, as they curled up on the couch to eat, the cat sandwiched between them and some cartoon Janus wasn’t paying attention to playing on the tv, talking quietly about all sorts of things.

#sanders sides #janus sanders #ts janus #virgil sanders #ts virgil #anxceit #queerplatonic anxceit #tw kissing #tell me if i need to tag something #my writing #tw implied s/h #it's not supposed to be #but im tagging just in case #in this fic janus has a tendency to scratch at his wrist when upset

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imagineseclipse · 5 years ago

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Hardin Scott x Reader- Living life to the fullest.

Warnings: strong language probably I need to stop swearing, time to purchase a swear jar.

Pairings: Hardin Scott x Reader

Summary: Bookworm but cute ass y/n crushing on Badboy Hardin Scott but oops we’re gonna use the uno reverse card to flip it. What could possibly happen when the badboy crushes on the bookworm🤭

A/N: Instead of using y/f/n=your friends name i have decided to invent two new friends for you🥺

The scorching summer sun was beaming through the window closest to you, providing you with appropriate lighting you needed to read in peace and quiet. Your bottle of iced tea resided in the shade nearby to keep it cool.

Luckily you had managed to wake up early enough to grab one of the best spots on the campsite. Leaving your two best friends Tabby and Liv snoring away back in your shared cabin.

Your legs were folded and your back was resting comfortably on a pillow you had brought with you. Life was so good right now and no one could take that away from you.

That was until a pair of hands slammed down on the table in front of you making you jump out of you skin, a loud scream erupted from your lungs as your book went flying through the air. Around you the room fell silent, a hundred pairs of eyes were on you and you could practically feel your cheeks heating up.

“Tabitha, next time a tap on the shoulder will be just fine”you hissed at your blonde bombshell who slumped down in the seat in front of you.

“Y/n Y/l/n we did not, I repeat we did not spend three months trying to convince you to come to this summer camp for you to just sit and read for the whole six weeks”Liv shook her head with disapproval as she nudged Tabby over a little so she could make room for herself.

“Liv we’ve been here for two days”you furrowed your eyebrows at your brunette best friend.

“It’s day two and Hardin Scott already has his eyes on you��Tabby began to wiggle her eyebrows vigorously.

“Wasn’t I right Tab, he was totally oooogling over at y/n?”Liv clapped her hands excitedly.

“I’m sorry, Hardin Who now?”you spluttered out, looking in between your two girlfriends.

“You aren’t being serious”Liv’s mouth fell open in front of you.

“You don’t know who Hardin Scott is?!”Tabby almost cried.

“Am I supposed to?”You cringed slightly, judging by the expressions on their faces they weren’t going to let this go lightly.

“This is worse than I thought”Liv sunk down into her chair. You began to roll your eyes.

“Olivia-

“So you’re telling me you have never, ever seen that beautiful badboy specimen over there at school?”Tabby pointed towards the front of the canteen, your eyes followed unexpectedly meeting another’s gaze.

Hardin Scott leant over towards his friends, his body language was saying that he was part of their conversation, but his eyes were telling a different story. They were concentrating on you and you only, the girls were right he was gorgeous. A lazy smirk fell onto his face when he noticed your cheeks redden once again from across the room.

“No, I’ve never seen him before”you mumbled, peeling your eyes away from the boy who stood on the other side of the room.

“You seriously live in your books”Tabby tutted out.

“He’s obviously taken a liking to you y/n, why else would he be looking at you like that, you don’t understand Hardin Scott doesn’t date he has literally turned down most girls in our year”Liv exclaimed.

“Maybe he’s looking at me because you just scared me really badly and I practically started yodelling in front of everyone I’m sure he’s probably just laughing at me”you shrugged.

“He doesn’t even look at girls y/n that’s how uninterested he is, but the way he looked at you-

“What? Do you not think he’s attractive?”Tabby asked curiously.

“I may be wearing glasses but I’m not completely blind, the Greek gods literally crafted him”you raised an eyebrow.

“That’s our girl, so go talk to him”Liv nodded her head in his direction.

“You’re joking right? She’s joking isn’t she?”you turned to Tabby who was now stuffing her face with cereal.

“C’mon just live a little y/n”Tabby winked over at you speaking through a mouth full of lucky charms.

“Going up to him is not living, that is social suicide. Like you said he’s the ‘badboy’ I mean how is he even really still wearing his leather jacket in this heat?”You scrunched up your nose at the thought of wearing such material during these hot weather conditions.

“You’re being dramatic”Olivia chuckled before sipping on her water bottle.

“Nope, if I go over there that is seriously like feeding a baby deer to a pack of lions”You shook your head defiantly.

“Okay if you’re not going over to Hardin then let’s go do something else on the live a little bucketlist”Liv pushed herself up from her seat, swiping up the book you had unintentionally thrown.

“I mean- y/n if you’re not going to talk to him maybe-”Tabby fluttered her eyelashes at you playfully, being interrupted by Liv.

“Get a move on Tab, he rejected you twice this month already”Olivia grinned.

“Where are we going?”You bit your nail nervously as you waltzed towards the exit alongside your girl pals.

“Two words. Skinny. Dipping”Tabby clapped her hands.

“Is it too late to go and propose to Hardin?”You groaned.

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“So, I have to get in naked?”You frowned at your two best friends who stood in front of you.

“Yes”Tabby nodded slowly.

“And you’re telling me people do this for fun?”You asked again.

“Yes”It was Liv’s turn to explain.

“Do you know what? Let’s do it, I need to let my hair down”you smiled over at your girls.

You began to immediately start stripping down next to the lake absentmindedly throwing your clothes into the many bushes, wasting no time in jumping recklessly naked. You’d never felt so free in your whole entire life.

You could hear and see your friends cheering you on as you resurfaced. They were in the middle of stripping down themselves when they stopped, their eyes widening as they spoke to eachother.

“Why aren’t you guys getting in?!”you began to scream over.

“You’re not gonna like what we have to tell you”Liv called out to you. Rolling your eyes you prepared for the worst.

“We’ve forgotten all the towels”Tabby grimaced. So you weren’t prepared for the worst apparently.

“Where are your clothes?!”Liv screamed as you swam closer to the bank, making sure that your body was fully underwater.

“I threw them in the bushes”you cried out.

“Y’know you’re supposed to be the smartest out of all three of us right?”Tabby called out to you.

“Not one of my proudest moments, I’ll agree”your head fell at an angle as you watched your friends panic in front of you.

“It’s okay, all you have to do is go get the towels and come join me in here so I don’t look like an absolute fool”you stressed.

“The towels yes, I’m on it!”Tabby darted off alongside Liv.

“Not both of you?!”you facepalmed knowing that they were long gone. Hopefully they wouldn’t be too long.

Five minutes turned into ten minutes and you were having no luck, the girls were nowhere to be seen and you could hear the alarm ringing for Camp activities which meant that the girls were probably going to be forced to go rock climbing.

You would be in the water all day, you could already feel your toes becoming wrinkly and it was making you cringe. Not all hope was lost however because from the middle of the lake you could see a figure approaching the edge of the lake through the clearing you had arrived at.

You tried to adjust your eyes properly without your glasses but your vision was still blurry.

Your heart sank back down into your stomach when you realised that the figure you were seeing was in fact Hardin Scott. What was he doing here?!

“No. No, it can’t be. This has to be some sort of nightmare”You grumbled out to yourself, in that moment you ducked under the water holding your breath for as long as you could hoping that he would just go away.

After holding your breath for the maximum amount of time you hit the surface, gasping for air.

Hardin Scott was just about to make his way back to camp when he heard a distant spluttering and gasping. He spun on his heel, narrowing his eyes so that he could make out the shape in the middle of the lake.

It didn’t take him long to realise it was you, he’d be able to pick you out of a crowd if he had to.

“Y/n?! Oh m-shit y/n!!”Hardin began to strip quickly peeling off his t-shirt, throwing it carelessly to the ground.

You bobbed up and down in the water watching Hardin with a confused expression plastered on your face.

“Why is he stripping? Not that I’m complaining but why is he jumping into the-OH HOLY MOTHER”you began to panic, waving your arms around frantically trying to stop Hardin from getting any closer to your naked body.

Hardin watched as your arms began flailing around in the air, if he didn’t get to you soon you would drown and he wouldn’t be able to forgive himself so he continued to swim harder and faster.

Finally he reached you and immediately he reached out to pull your body closer to his.

“NO”you yelled, swimming away slightly.

“I’m trying to save your life, why are you trying to die?!”Hardin yelled at your retreating body.

“I’m not drowning you idiot”you began to scream back. Hardin smirked unintentionally, this was the first time he’d met you, under unusual circumstances but he was intrigued. You intrigued him. He’d often catch you up earlier than the others, pouring yourself an orange juice then disappearing to the corner where you sat peacefully until your best friends turned up.

“Why were you waving your arms in the air like that then?”Hardin exclaimed.

“I was trying to stop you from coming over here”you sighed pinching the bridge of your nose.

“Why would you want to do that?”Hardin grumbled, almost offended that you didn’t actually want his help.

“Y’know I wanted to practice my synchronised swimming”you lied almost falling speechless once seeing the amazing tattoo’s on his skin.

“You need more than one person to practice synchronised swimming y/n”The brown hair boy grinned in front of you, watching you as your cheeks flushed the same shade of red it did earlier that day.

You almost choked on the water you were floating in after hearing him say your name. How did he even know your name?

“You know me?”You blurted out abruptly.

“How could I not know you?”he replied without hesitation.

You furrowed your eyebrows at him, silently asking for an explanation. He didn’t catch on so you decided to just drop it for now.

“So what are you actually doing out here al-”Hardin asked concerned.

“I’m naked okay?! My friends told my I should live my life to the fullest so we decided to try skinny dipping and they left the towels behind so they went to get them and then I’m guessing they got called away to do rock climbing because they haven’t come back”you exploded telling Hardin the truth.

He didn’t laugh at you like you thought he would, instead it looked like the cogs in his brain were working hard.

“Just warning you I can’t really see much, I haven’t got my glasses and my eyes are a bit blurry”you explained, laughing it off.

Unexpectedly he reached forwards, his hands framing your face as he drew closer, but he made sure that he wasn’t too close to you so you felt comfortable. His thumbs lightly ran traces underneath and around your eyes removing the water droplets from your eyelashes.

You were about to thank him however a sneeze got the better of you.

“I’ll be back real soon I promise”Hardin nodded with determination.

“Wha-Where are you going?!”you sighed, watching the handsome boy swim away.

“We can’t have anyone see you naked can we?!”He swam on his back sending you a quick wink.

“Wait Hardin-

Immediately Hardin stopped, hearing you say his name was a moment that he wanted to take in piece by piece. You’d never really noticed him at school when everyone else had so this was a major development.

-Thankyou”you smiled over to him gratefully.

You were only left for a couple of moments before Hardin was rushing back towards the bank. In his arms he held multiple towels and he’d obviously broken into your cabin to get a change of clothes for you.

You laughed to yourself quietly as you swam carefully towards him. He was much sweeter than you thought he’d be, and as expected he was also way more handsome up close. Maybe it wasn’t so bad at all, you found yourself wanting to know more about Hardin, you wouldn’t admit it to your friends but you wanted to ask Hardin out.

“C’mon you’re gonna get sick, you’re already sneezing”Hardin warned as he closed his eyes, waiting for you to step into the towel he was holding out for you.

“You can open your eyes now”you smiled as he wrapped his hoodie around you whilst you dryed off.

“Ahh don’t forget these”Hardin grinned, pulling your glasses out of his pocket.

“So, you know me huh?”you sent him a playful smile before getting dressed. Not forgetting his earlier comment.

“I definitely think I have a soft spot for you Miss. Y/N”Hardin confessed.

“You should come and join me, for uh- orange juice tomorrow morning if you want I know it sounds abit lame or if you want to hang out for the rest of the day we could and-

“Let’s do both”he agreed, smiling happily holding out his hand.

“Tabby I’m blaming you, y/n is going to kill us!”Liv shook her head as the two girls sprinted towards the lake where they’d left y/n for an hour or so.

“I thought I packed them, she’s going to kill me first”Tabby exclaimed, rolling her eyes as the two panicked girls came to the clearing with a pile of towels just in time to see y/n slip her hands into Hardin Scott’s.

“We’ve been gone for an hour and suddenly she’s living life to the fullest more than anyone”Liv clapped her hands together quietly.

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maggyoutthere · 4 years ago

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| Red, Purple and Orange

This blog is now just me re-uploading stuff from my Amino accounts. More stuff from that AHIT Au I have. Spooky stuff with the Moonjumper. Also legit one of the things I'm the most proud of writing? Like ever?? I'm never repeating this again so hhh I wanna save it-

Anyways a few tws because this is a bit spooky. Nothing gory or unnerving happens but I know some people don't like just scary stuff in general so that's your warning

(this used to be divided in 2 parts but eh who needs that)

Red, purple and orange.

The whole manor was covered by them. Both inside and outside. Vivid warm colors embraced the whole building as if it was a strong loving hug from a long lost friend. It made the house itself warm. Red, purple and orange. These colors painted the empty dusty hallways as the house remained silent... or as silent as it could. The wooden floors and doors still creaked if touched, and the water running through the old pipes inside the walls made them rustle. The yellow light from outside created bridges of light as it entered through the windows. It had been a very very long time since something like that happened. Red, purple and orange. These colors painted the dusty and... not so empty hallways.

Hat Kid ran through the hallways of the manor. She giggled happily as her little feet thumped through the old wooden floors of the house, her yellow rubber boots squeaking as she ran. She'd put her yellow cape away since the weather started getting hotter. She'd never experienced something like this happening in Subcon. The cold Winter was over and Spring was rolling in with its warm sun and change of scenery. The kid had never seen the Subcon Forest so colorful. It was either always restricted to its ghostly dark purples or its ice-cold blues.

The trees were the most mesmerizing thing to look at. She'd never seen such colorful things. Their leafs were red, purple and orange. The tall trees towering over her and the entire village no longer seemed threatening or even scary. They looked like they'd come right out of a fairytale! The best part was that, when the sun was bright enough, like on that day, the leafs would reflect their colors on whatever was down below. As much as she loved the winter months she spent with her BFF and Vanessa, she couldn't fake it: she was absolutely amazed by this change of scenery.

A little after last year's Christmas, in the middle of January, Vanessa finally got the courage to give Hat Kid her very own Christmas gift. She felt bad for not giving the kid anything back on that day. And after the beautiful gift she'd given to her auntie... it didn't matter what it was. The point was that she found someone who she could trust. This little child who one day invaded her house, looking for some "time piece" thingy that Vanessa didn't even knew was there, had now become the closest she could call a friend.

On a cold winter morning, Vanessa woke up Hat Kid to a wonderful breakfast in bed and a small present. The queen explained to her the whole thing and offered her the shiny box. Still nomming on a freshly baked cookie, she teared through the wrapping paper, her eyes shining with enthusiasm. Inside the box was a small porcelain figure of a duck. Vanessa pulled it out of the box and showed Hat Kid the little key that was under it, as well as two wood wheels by its side. The queen turned the key a few times and set the toy down as Hat Kid watched, intrigued. The duck suddenly started moving, racing around the room! It went under the kid's bed and then around a few other toys scattered around the floor. The queen laughed as Hat Kid immediately jumped out of bed and started chasing the toy not just around the room, but around the whole manor, waking up everyone with her loud childish laughter.

Now, she was doing exactly the same, but not still in her pajamas. The brownish duck, with it's shiny yellow beak and shiny black eyes, raced down the corridors with the kid following right behind it. For some reason, some hallways were still pretty dark, even with all the light coming in from the windows. It's as if the light couldn't reflect on anything inside the manor, leaving the illuminated bits clear as day and, the rest of the manor, still pitch black. Like an immense dark void with only a few illuminated patches of floor scattered around, far away from eachother. If she wasn't careful enough, she could trip on things that were hidden in the dark, where she couldn't see them.

Red, purple and orange. The little duck turned the corner on one of the intersections and went to the left, away from the edge of the manor and into its inner corridors. There were no windows there. No light at all. Hat Kid felt hesitant, as if she knew she shouldn't even be there. But it was just a house, in fact, it was almost HER house now. She'd gotten so used to the peeled wallpaper and overall spooky vibe of the manor that it wasn't even scary anymore. And yet, she still felt like something was wrong. The hallway was completely dark, only the edge of the doorframe was visible. She couldn't tell where it led to. Her toy was going full speed into that corridor though. She couldn't lose her precious toy!

She took a deep breath, put on her determined expression and ran into the dark void. Her little feet still thumping loudly as she tried to listen for the squeaky sound of her toy as it echoed inside the corridor.

Red, purple, orange... and pitch black

Black.

She'd been running for a good few seconds now. Just straight forward. No looking back. That little toy of hers HAD to be somewhere around there. She could still hear it moving up ahead. She'd never really realised how fragile that thing probably was until now. I mean, it's porcelain! On wheels! A little crash or bump into some piece of furniture or even a wall might cause it to at least crack.

Hat Kid was finally starting to get legitimately worried. Where even was she? She'd sure never seen these parts of the manor. That was the only thing she still didn't feel familiar about the house: its layout. The manor played tricks on people, even on Vanessa, and she'd been living there for a very long time. Sure, it was big if seen from the outside, but once you'd step inside, you'd be bound to get lost if you didn't stay close to the windows. The inner corridors of the house were never blocked off. No warnings, no spooky tale about never going there, nothing. It was just common sense, something everybody around her knew, a rule that'd been taught by someone who not even time could remember by now. "Don't venture too deep into the manor. Don't go in the inner corridors of the house."

For some reason, she never really felt intrigued about it until now. Deep down, she knew she shouldn't go there. There didn't need to be any explanation or lesson to be taught. It was like one of those gut feelings; when, just by looking at something, you can tell it means danger. It makes you anxious. Not exactly scared, but unnerved, shaken. Like a primal fear of the darkness and the unknown. Suddenly, she snapped out of her train of thought. She thought she'd seen something. In the distance. What was that? Something was shining...

At the end of the dark void, she saw a light. There was another corridor there! An illuminated one! Oh thank goodness! She didn't knew how much longer she could've run for. She sprinted out of the corridor and back into the comforting light she left behind a few minutes ago.

Red, purple and orange.

The familiar sight immediately made her feel safe again. She was fine, everything was okay. She was still at home, nothing bad happened. Hat Kid leaned with her back against the wall behind her and took a deep breath. She then looked down and saw her toy next to her feet! It had probably reached the other end of the hallway and bumped into a wall. She crouched and picked it up.

After inspecting the toy for a few seconds, she could happily assure herself that it didn't had any cracks. She sighed in relief, turned the key on the toy's belly and dropped it. It creaked a little and speeded off down the new illuminated hallway. Hat Kid laughed and went back to her old self, chasing the toy again.

For a few minutes, it was like that whole incident was just a dream. The scary dark inner corridors of the manor seemed more like a nightmare than a memory now. It was just something that happened. She concluded that's just what it was: scary. The Subcon Forest was scary at first as well, but Hat Kid ended up getting used to it. The same applies to the manor that went from a haunted house to a home. But even those had somewhat of a "comforting" feeling to them. Subcon was dark, but Snatcher's "treehouse" was almost as cozy and bright as her own bedroom back in her ship. Vanessa's manor, despite being in bad shape, gained the feeling of an old home. It felt like a place you would go to spend the holidays or summer break. It had its charm and handful of funny secrets.

However, that corridor didn't share that house's same aesthetic. It felt odd, out-of-place. Maybe it was just too dark to even see anything at all, but just being there creeped her out. For some reason, she was fearing for her life, but there was nothing there that could hurt her. Well, not that she would be able to see it if it was there anyways. Now that she thought about it, what if there was something there? Something watching her? Something waiting? Something cruel, or even vile. Something...

Her train of thought was, yet again, interrupted by something outside of her own thoughts. She felt something. In the air. She could smell something. It was strong enough to pull her back into reality. The smell of something acid and bitter filled her tiny nose as she stopped on her tracks and covered her mouth and nostrils. What the peck WAS that?! It was so disgusting, so repugnant, enough to make her eyes tear up.

Red, purple and orange.

Her little toy slowed down and stopped right in front of her, just a few feet away. It stood still right in the middle of the long red carpet that covered the old wooden floor, illuminated by a window on the right side of the corridor. That stink was coming from somewhere near the toy, Hat Kid was sure of that. That same feeling came back. The primal fear of the darkness and the unknown. She had to get out of there. Something bad was going to happen. She just knew it. She had to get out of there now!

With the bit of bravery she had left, and with a free hand that wasn't covering her nose, she reached to grab her toy and run away as fast as possible. Then, out of the darkness, something quickly snatched her toy and pulled it into the black. Hat Kid jumped back. What... what was that?! What was happening? Was someone toying with her? Playing tricks on her? Was this Snatcher's doing? He sure loved to scare the kid, but she thought everyone was too busy doing their royal duties to play with her. She'd never seen her BFF using something like what she saw. What pulled her toy were a few shiny red ribbons. No, strings. Red strings, just quickly flowing and cutting through the air, fast enough for the kid's reflexes.

Hat Kid grasped her stomach. She felt like she was gonna throw up from the frightening atmosphere and the nauseous smell. Screw that toy. Vanessa would understand. She just needed to get out of there. She just needed to talk to someone who might know what was actually happening. The light from outside no longer seemed so inviting anymore. It was getting dark outside. The colors became cold and gained a certain blue-ish hue.

- Auntie! Auntie Ness! Help me! - the kid yelled as she lifted her head, hoping to make the sound somehow louder. And, as she did, she saw what was causing that smell.

Red, purple and orange

And yet...

she wished it was all black.

#ahit #a hat in time #ahit au #a hat in time au #hat kid #moonjumper #red purple and orange #short story #spoopy #spooky #here it is-#this is the ultimate highlight of ny writing career #it will never get better than this and wow that's kinda sad

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rightsockjin · 4 years ago

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Part 2 of day 1

Summary: A continuation of the first day. Jungkook has appeared at Paradise with his tail between his legs. Namjoon has become your confidant, that's not to say that you aren’t attracted to him. Find out who else is at paradise! The first date card appears and the romance had finally begun.

Rating: K+ (suggestive)

Genre: Romance, Slight Angst

Word count: 7,214

This really should have been part of the first chapter and starting after this, I will be updating in days. So this is still day one. Next update will be day 2 and so on. Hope you enjoy!

Last time on Bangtan in Paradise:

Y/N arrived at Paradise with producer Kim Namjoon. She felt like she had been looked over in the last bachelor show she was on and the only person she didn’t want to see at Paradise was her ex. Jeon Jungkook.

“I just really hope that Jungkook isn’t here. After the last season…I just don’t want to see him. I didn’t have a lot of time on the show but he just felt so…disingenuous and shallow. He was nothing like what I thought he would be like.”

She got off on the wrong foot with two girls-

“Stay away from them and we should be good. ‘Kay?”

Things got a little… steamy.

Like a magnetic force, you felt yourself lean down. Taehyung was reaching up too, his wet hand was now at your neck. It was like a spell. You would never have done something like this before. You were always the kind of person to take things slow, but you had six weeks to fall in love and you realized that maybe you would have to speed up your regular process. Would you regret this later? Maybe. But in that moment, you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

And the one thing that she didn’t want to happen...happened.

“Hey Y/N,” another voice cut across Namjoon. You turned towards it to see that most of the people who had been hanging out by the Cabana were now making their way towards you. Amongst them, was none other than Jeon Jungkook.

What will happen next? Find out now! On Bangtan in Paradise!

You must have looked ridiculous. Standing in the hot tub, half wet and half dry with your hair up and a slight white cast on your upper body from the sun screen you had just applied. Producer Namjoon was bent down so he could speak to you and to better reach your back. It must have been a weird sight. Somehow, it felt like they had walked in on you and Namjoon the way that Namjoon had walked in on you and Taehyung as you were about to kiss.

Your eyes shoot directly to those same brown ones that you had once thought you would fall in love with. Jungkook was near the back of the group, next to another man who you recognized from an old season of Bachelor in Paradise. Though at the time, his hair had been orange and now his hair was a sandy blonde. His name was Jimin, you thought and it for some reason didn’t surprise you that he seemed close to Jungkook already. He too had made the wrong choice in a partner and they broke up not long after they got engaged.

Next you looked at Taehyung. There was a smug look on his face. A part of you wondered if he had brought everyone over here on purpose. Namjoon had specifically said that he needed to speak with you in private and within minutes, everyone decided to migrate towards the pool area?

The situation was a little sketchy but you didn’t want to jump to conclusions. Why would Taehyung want to interrupt you?

“Are we interrupting something,” Seokjin asked, looking from you to the producer who instantly jumped back.

“Uh no. Sorry, I just wanted to make sure that her mic didn’t short out since she had gotten in the hot tub without removing it. I have to replace it now so I’ll be back in a bit. Don’t let me stop you from mingling.”

Before you could say anything to Namjoon, he ran away and out of sight of the cameras. He had tried to warn you about Jungkook. That was twice already that he stuck his neck out for you. He was smart too. The first time he had done it through writing so the cameras couldn’t hear his advice to you, and now, he had done it when you had inadvertently short circuited your mic. Why was he trying to help you so much? And why had he acted so comfortable with Taehyung?

“So why are you in the hot tub in your dress?” Yoongi asked, from next to a man you hadn’t yet spoken to. He was a little taller than the psychologist, his features were a little sharp and his hair was parted down the middle. With the setting sun it was hard to tell what color his hair really was but it seemed auburn. He was handsome.

“Uh, well, Taehyung kind of threw me in here. That’s why he’s wet as well,” you chuckled as everyone turned to a now slightly red cheeked man. That was when you noticed that he was holding hands with that brunette girl from earlier. All the blood rushed out of your face. Wasn’t it just minutes ago that you guys had almost kissed?

Maybe you were being a little too sensitive about this all. He was getting to know people. That was the point of this show. You couldn’t let yourself get jealous so quickly.

The smile on her face made you sick to your stomach but you pushed the feeling away and found Alex in the crowd. She was standing next to another man you hadn’t spoken to. He had blue hair and was obviously very tall. They seemed to have become close but they didn’t seem romantic. At least not yet.

“So you’re the reason that she’s all wet,” Seokjin asked, his hands on his hips. Taehyung smirked but before he could say anything Yoongi elbowed him hard in the ribs.

“Ow hyung! That was right on the bone,” he yelled. The brunette glared at Yoongi and pulled on Teahyung’s arm.

“Come on Taehyungie! I think I saw a nice bed over there by the trees! Let’s go talk! You promised.”

Ew. What a… You tried not to laugh at the girl’s outburst, but the humor of the situation was sucked from the conversation when Taehyung saluted and let her pull him away.

“Guess I’m going to soak alone then,” you joked as he walked away and people began to go their own ways.

“Lucky for you that you have Seokjin,” Jin said, walking over to the edge of the tub, “We can seok together.” You couldn’t help but laugh as you took his hand and he easied you out. With every step you took out of the water, your dress stuck closer and closer to your skin. It was heavy for such a lightweight dress. The dress had been form fitting to an extent but now, it was plastered to your sides. Your hips swayed as you took the last step out of the hot tub. You could feel multiple pairs of eyes on you.

Fear ran through you. Was your dress… see through? You froze choosing to look at Jin instead of behind you. It wasn’t a whole lot of help. Seokjin was looking down at your body, his mouth hanging wide open. Gawking.

“Jin, please tell me my dress isn’t see-through right now.”

Jin’s eyes snapped up to your face, “What no! No it’s not that it's just…” he gulped, pulling you towards him and flipping your body so that he was hiding you from the rest of the men in the resort. He didn’t seem to care that your dress was getting his shorts wet. He held you close to his body.

“It’s really just plastered to your skin. I suggest you go and change if you don’t want people to stare.”

Finally, you allowed yourself to look down. Jin was right. It wasn’t that your dress was transparent per se. It was more that now that it was wet, it stuck to every nook and crevice of your body and while you weren’t insecure and you knew you would at some point be in a swimsuit, there was something strangely provocative about the way the dress clung to your skin in the beachy heels you had on.

“Does it look trashy,” you asked, keeping yourself as close to Jin as you could. His face was only inches from yours and while the warmth of the tub and the lure of Paradise made you feel a little out of character, you were much more concerned about the multitude of eyes that you felt on your ass.

“God if this is trashy I think I’m going to live in a dump from now on,” Seokjin said, something akin to lust in his brown eyes similar to the way he had gawked at that Julie girl.

You felt a shiver run down your spine. This was what you had come for. You realized he was wrapped around your finger in that moment. If you said “jump”, he would ask “how high?” Still, you had made a deal with yourself when it came to situations such as these. You needed at least one date. One date and then you would let yourself loose. This was only the first day. You couldn’t.

“Maybe I should go change,” you conceded, “even you seem to be drooling Seokjin.”

Instantly, like he had been burned, he pulled away a little from your body and shot his hand up to his lips. It was when you started to giggle that Jin’s face relaxed having caught onto your teasing.

“Hey! I’m trying to help you, you know?”

“I’m sorry,” you chuckled, “Thank you for shielding me from the rest of the strangers at this location. Out of all the strangers, I’m glad it was you that noticed my predicament.”

“Keep that in mind when you have a date card baby,” he winked at you and you tried not to let the excitement show on your face.

“Now, you really should go change before your predicament turns into my predicament,” he said suggestively.

“Right,” you agreed breathlessly, looking over his unbelievably wide shoulders only to see that most of the guys with the exception of one, were talking to other women or eachother.

Jungkook was alone. He was drinking what looked like a Corona beer with a slice of lime in his left hand. He had a far away look in his eyes as he watched the interaction between you and Jin. To be honest, it confused you.

Shaking your head, you smiled at Jin softly. He had definitely caught your attention tonight and if you got a date card, you were for sure going to pursue this connection. Taehyung quite obviously had other things to worry about.

“Thanks for your help Seokjin. I’ll remember that.” You reached up and placed a soft kiss on his perfect cheek before you peeled yourself away from his now sodden front and, with all the determination you could muster, sashayed towards the yellow villa.

When you felt that you were a safe enough distance away from the rest of the group, you let your shoulders drop. Already, the weight of the cameras was taking a toll on you. You remembered it not so fondly from the last time.

The way that it always felt like people were watching because even if it wasn’t live, they were. All the footage was combed through painstakingly by the editors and anything could be aired, whether you were clothed or naked. If you were alone or had company. Anything was fair game.

Why you had agreed once again to a show of this sort was beyond you. You must be crazy.

As you got closer to the many doors in the outside hallway of the villa, you realized that your personal handler, or what had he called himself? Brother? You scoffed at your own train of thought. If you had a brother that good looking you would be the most unlucky woman in the world.

Namjoon hadn’t told you which room was yours. You groaned. Why hadn’t you thought to ask? Were the arrangements similar to that of the bachelor? Were the girls and guys separate? If so, why were there so many rooms?

Awkwardly, you knocked on the door nearest you. When you didn’t get an answer, you tried the door knob. It gave way easily but upon inspection, this room belonged to a man for sure. There was a half zipped luggage bag on the bed and a bottle of protein on the desk. Already, there were some boxers on the floor next to a pair of shoes.

You closed the door quickly, not wanting to invade anyone’s privacy. You walked towards the next door, bracing yourself for what you may see. You were about to knock on the door when someone tapped on your shoulder. You jumped against the wall, your dress sticking to the wall awkwardly. Your heart hammered against your chest.

Your eyes met Namjoon’s through his thick glasses. He seemed a little uncomfortable and he was determined on keeping his eyes on your face. For some reason, this gave you a little bit of a confidence boost. Maybe it was because he wasn’t under any pressure to find a girl to give him a rose so he could stay for another week and therefore, his reluctance to look down made you feel that you genuinely looked good. This is what you told yourself at least.

“Producer Namjoon, you scared the crap out of me.”

“Why are you calling me producer Namjoon?” He asked, ignoring your remark. You frowned.

“Well that’s what you are right? Producer? Or should I call you oppa based on your previous suggestion?” You smiled coyly at him, twirling a strand of hair that framed your face around a finger. You flirtily bit your lip before you realized that this man was not a part of the game once again. You needed to be more conscious of that.

Namjoon blushed then scratched the back of his neck looking up at the light on the ceiling.

“I mean… no. It’s just that everyone just calls me Namjoon. I was just curious as to why…”

“I was being polite,” you cut him off, dropping your hair and crossing your arms over your chest.

“It’s not necessary. Just call me Namjoon.”

“Okay yeah fine. Namjoon,” at the sound of his name, he brought his sight back to your face, “You didn’t mention to me what room I’m in and if you haven’t noticed,” you looked down at yourself, the water was now cool and awkward to stand in, “I’m wet.”

“Yeah, I was there. Let me show you where it is.”

Namjoon reached out as if to grab your hand but he seemed to think better of it and instead gestured for you to follow. This time, when you took a step, your dress made an awkward unsticking noise that Namjoon noticed. You felt yourself blush but Namjoon only stiffened for a second then kept walking.

You followed as closely as you dared. Your legs had started to rub uncomfortably together. This mishap was starting to feel a lot less sexy and a lot more annoying. You both walked past a good amount of rooms before Namjoon stopped in front of a green door with a small peep hole and a polished golden number seven.

“This is your room”, he twisted the door open and revealed what lay behind. It wasn’t extravagant really. It was a room, and a bed and a small desk. Your luggage was neatly placed by the door and it smelled just like a hotel. There was an air freshener on the desk that made the whole room smell like coconuts and what you thought was hibiscus. Luxury, it was not, but it was cozy enough for one person and you didn’t foresee anyone staying the night. It would do fine for the duration of your stay.

“Thank you,” you sighed, stepping in and dragging your suitcase onto the bed. It was a little heavy but you were stronger than you looked. Without really thinking it through, you unzipped the suitcase and threw it open. It was when you heard Namjoon gasp and turn on his heels that you realized he was still standing there and in clear view was all of the underwear you had brought to Mexico.

You didn’t know how to react. You glanced at Namjoon’s back. His shoulders were hunched a little like he wanted to shrink himself down or hide. You could see his neck was tinted red.

“Did-did you need something,” you asked, as if he hadn’t just seen what he did. Maybe if you pretended that it didn’t happen, then you could move on from the awkwardness.

“I uh…I came to give you your…,” he trailed off. The surrounding air was still and the only sound was that of the waves. You turned back to your bag and picked out a high waisted purple swimsuit with a checkered black and white top that knotted right at the center of your chest. You also pulled out a pair of paper bag shorts.

“My…?”

It was another five seconds before language seemed to return to Namjoon, “Mic. You’re mic! Since the other one is ruined. That’s why I was looking for you.”

“Oh,” you said, more than anything to fill the silence, “Okay well, let me just change and then I’ll be out.”

“Right, yeah, okay.”

The door clicked behind him but he didn’t move away. Relief fell over you like a blanket as you slowly began to unbutton all the buttons on your dress. There were like twenty but you weren’t really in any rush. You took your time loosening them. Your imagination ran wild. In a matter of six weeks, someone else could be unbuttoning your dress and your jeans. There could be a ring on your finger and you could right well be on your way to a life with a husband and a family.

“Is- is everything okay in there,” Namjoon asked from behind the door.

“Yeah I’m fine. My dress is just hard to unbutton,” you said honestly, “ it’s really wet so it’s sticky.”

When there wasn’t an immediate answer, you assumed that the conversation was over. You unbuttoned the buttons on your stomach with a bit more haste. Namjoon probably had things to do. He was stuck there until he strapped a new mic to your body.

“Do…uh… do you need help?”

You could almost see him cringe at his own offer. You wanted to believe that he was genuinely just trying to be helpful, but he had seen your dress right? He realized that all the buttons were right down the middle of your body and ran all the way down to the floor right? Suddenly, you weren’t sure if Namjoon was trying to be helpful or if he was coming onto you.

“Actually never mind, I just realized how inappropriate that was. I’m sorry. Let me know when you’re done.”

“Okay.”

When you got to your hips, you shimmied the rest of the way out of the dress. It plopped unattractively on the floor of the room. You’d have to find a washing machine later so that the chlorine of the hot tub didn’t damage the fabric, but for now, you picked it up and hung it on the back of the only chair in the room. Water dripped from it onto the floor. You grimaced. Oh well. That was a problem for future you.

You stripped out of your panties and your bra and slipped into the swim suit, then into the shorts. You pulled the hair tie out of your hair. It was a little wet from when Taehyung threw you into the water, but the curls were still intact. You assumed that you would be fine with your hair down for the rest of the night. Regardless, you kept the hair tie on your wrist for emergencies.

When you pulled at the door to open it, Namjoon stumbled backwards into the room as if he had been leaning on the door. He flailed his arms to try and regain his balance, his eyes wide with fear.

You reached out and took hold of his arm to steady him. Namjoon held on to you for dear life with strong fingers.

“Are you okay,” you asked once he was firmly on both feet. He held onto your forearm, the heat of his body transferring into your own.

“Yeah…I didn’t expect you to be done yet.”

“Were you leaning on the door?”

Namjoon smiled awkwardly, “Yes, sorry, my feet hurt. I’ve been working since the morning and we don’t really have a lot of breaks.”

“What did you do before you went to pick me up,” You asked, letting go of his arm. Namjoon blinked down at where your arm had been touching yours as if he had forgotten that he was touching you.

“Uh well, Taehyung came in earlier than you so I picked him up and did about the same things I did with you later.”

“Oh, so you are his caretaker as well?”

Namjoon chuckled at the phrasing and crossed his arms over his weirdly toned chest. He shook his head.

“Yes, I guess you could say that, though he is much less okay with it than you seem to be. I’m sure you noticed earlier when I interrupted you.”

“What? No. He called you hyung didn’t he?”

Namjoon sighed then shrugged, “I think he was just being polite. When I mentioned to him that I was in charge of him and I could hear and see everything he was doing…he seemed less than happy. He’s a good kid, don’t get me wrong- I say that as if I’m twenty years older than him or something-but he’s just shut off? I don’t know. It’s probably not my place to say.”

A shock of discomfort went through you. You thought back to how quickly things had gotten heated with you and Taehyung and how equally quickly he became cold and went off with the rude brunette. Were you just being sensitive? It was the first day after all.

An uncomfortable silence followed his small monologue in which you looked at the floor already slightly hurt by the actions of the men in the house. It was at that moment that you once again realized why you had hesitated to come onto this show after the last time. You were a ‘one man woman’ and you expected the same from your potential boyfriends but on a show like this or the bachelor, it was next to impossible to be such. Why you had suddenly thought that your mental health could fare well in this environment, you weren’t sure, but you guessed you were stuck now. At least until you got voted off or you…fell in love?

That notion was seeming more and more far-fetched. How many people from this show had feasibly left in love and lasted? Not many. What had possessed you? You couldn’t remember anymore. What made you think this would be any different?

“Hey, I’m sure it’s just the first day jitters! He seemed very sweet during Yuri's season. Maybe he’s overwhelmed.”

Namjoon placed a hand on your bare shoulder. His warm palm sent comfort coursing through your body. Maybe he had been right to suggest you think of him as a brother. He had a comforting aura around him that you had seldom felt. Any discomfort or lack of trust you had felt before dissipated. You wondered if he had this effect on all the people who met him. He seemed so easily likeable.

“Thanks,” you said, smiling up at him and placing a gentle hand on his. He returned the gesture with his own lips. It was then that you noticed the deep indent on his cheek.

“Your dimples are cute,” you laughed reaching out to poke them with the hand you had touched him with. Namjoon let you boop his dimple which only made his smile wider and the indents deeper. He scoffed.

“I get that a lot. Might be the only thing about myself that I genuinely like.”

This made you frown. The only thing he liked about himself? You looked at his face for any signs of a jest but his lips were pulled thin over his teeth as if he regretted saying what he did.

“You’re kidding right?”

“Aish…can we just not talk about it? You should really be getting back to the others if you want any chance to stay for the next week.”

You scrunch your nose up, the idea of not prying a little unattractive to you, but you barely knew this man and out of respect, you didn’t push.

“Yeah, okay well…how are you going to put the mic on me?”

As if Namjoon had just crashed down back to earth, he blinked and looked down at his hands expectantly. Then it seemed to click and he reached into one of the many pockets on his cargo shorts. He produced a small black box with a long wire and what looked like velcro or a clip.

“Can you turn around? I have to secure it to your…top if it’s sturdy enough.” You didn’t question him. You turned your back on him so that you were looking out the open door to your room. You felt Namjoon take a step closer to you.

Mexico was hot, and like was usually expected of being by the ocean, humid but as the sun had begun to set, the heat had dissipated and you were left with naturally dewy skin. At that moment, you could feel all of Namjoon’s body heat. He was almost like a furnace. He radiated heat effectively.

Intrusive thoughts of sleeping in his arms in the winter or cuddling with him when you were cold played in your mind’s eye. You let yourself get lost in them for a second as you felt him pull at the wider band of your swimsuit top. You felt it separate from your skin briefly. His fingers brushed the skin on your back. His touches were soft and careful. Like he was scared to touch you too harshly. To hurt you. Or maybe, you were way too in your head and all of this was just politeness.

“Okay I’m done. Let me know if it’s uncomfortable,” he said, taking a step back to give you room to test your range. You could very clearly feel the little black box on your skin near your arm and while it wasn’t the nicest thing to deal with, it wasn’t totally unmanageable.

“It feels fine. Is it already on?”

Your question was answered not by your producer but from the headset on his head that screeched as you spoke. You snapped your head to look over your shoulder. Namjoon was holding the headset off his ears. A look of pure pain on his tan face.

“I think it’s too loud. Don’t talk let me fix it,” Namjoon said quickly, stepping up behind you and twisting a knob on the box. The noise died down almost instantly.

“That should be better. Say something.”

You rolled your shoulders then cleared your throat.

“Namjoon has cute dimples,” you joked, then looked back over your shoulder quickly to see his reaction. Namjoon only shook his head with a firm smile on his lips, said dimples out and proud. The only thing that gave away that he felt anything but amusement were the tips of his ears which were slightly pink, though you hadn’t looked at his ears earlier so they could have easily been a sunburn.

“Yeah okay well the sound is fine. If you need anything you can just say my name and I’ll show up,” he tapped his head set, “at the risk of sounding incredibly creepy, I’m always listening.”

He tapped his head set, then without much more of a goodbye, he walked out of your room leaving you to stare after him with a crescent on your lips.

Jungkook didn’t know where to start. He watched you speaking to Seokjin, his memory wiring with embarrassment and resentment. The world had laughed at him after the shock of what he’d done had worn off and he couldn’t blame them one bit. When he hadn’t called your name on the fourth episode at the rose ceremony after you had walked into the house that night wearing a beautiful forest green a-line spaghetti strap dress and a pair of jingling earrings, people were shocked. It was contradicting. Earlier in the night, when he had seen you and more importantly for him, heard your jewelry tingling in the night air, he had felt all of the right emotions for you. He’d felt butterflies and excitement to have met you. He’d even said in his interview that he had thought that he believed when he was younger that when he met his soulmate, he would hear bells.

He had been elated. He had kissed you. And when he got pulled away to talk to someone else, he had been reluctant to leave you. So why then, had he not given you a rose for the next week?

Honestly, he forgot your name. Prior to that night, while you were pretty, you hadn’t stood out much aside from being nice. You weren’t typically his type and he had been focused on another girl that seemed much more like someone he would want to date. Multiple someones, in fact. He hadn’t realized that he didn’t know your name until he had picked up a rose and looked directly at you and said a name and you didn’t walk forward like he had expected you to. Instead another girl, whom he had admittedly liked at first, stepped forward with a smug look on her face and a wink to the rest of the girls and accepted his final rose of the night.

He could blame it on the shock or on not wanting to hurt someone else’s feelings, but the reality was that you hadn’t even given him the chance to explain. Chris had told everyone it was time to say goodbye and the other girl he had intended to eliminate went over and hugged him. You said goodbye to the girls around you, then ran out of the house without a goodbye so fast that he felt a breeze as you walked by.

He had been stupid enough to say in his interview that he had forgotten your name and since then, he hadn’t heard the end of it. At the time, he had thought that maybe he had forgotten your name for a reason bigger than himself, but when his final pick hadn’t worked out, he realized maybe he had just made a huge mistake.

Now, he was in Paradise to have another chance at wooing you. When he had been offered the spot and told that you would be there, he couldn’t help but jump for joy. This was a sign. The universe wanted this.

It wasn’t until he had seen you in the hot tub with the Bachelorette’s sweetheart that he realized the consequences of his actions. Your face, when you saw him, was all the proof he needed. He’d royally screwed up.

“Hey Jeon,” a man sat next to Jungkook with a pat on his back on the pool chair next to his. Jungkook hadn’t realized that he had zoned out for so long.

“Uh hi,” he said awkwardly, not remembering this man from the shows.

“Yoongi. I was on season 26 of the Bachelorette. I don’t blame you for not remembering.”

“Oh no! I remember you,” Jungkook argued.

The man, Yoongi, chuckled and clapped him on the back a couple of times, “Right, and Kim Seokjin is ugly. No really, it’s fine. I know I wasn’t memorable. Or at least, I felt like I wasn’t, but I guess my following on twitter says differently.”

Jungkook didn’t know how to answer. Luckily, he was saved…relatively by another man that he had talked to earlier. His name was-

“There you are Hobi,” Yoongi said as the new man sat next to him with a bright smile on his face.

“Here I am,” he confirmed, “Sorry, I was just speaking to that girl over there…what was her name?”

At this both men shared a panicked look while covertly glancing at Jungkook out of the corner of their eyes.

“That wasn’t a dig,” Hobi said after a short pause, “I didn’t mean-”

“Julie,” Jungkook said without missing a beat, “and that girl over there,” he pointed at a girl who was sitting a bit farther away than everyone else, “her name is Alex. And that one,” He pointed towards the palm trees where a lightly lit bed rested, “Is Katherine who likes to be called Kitty.”

The two older men watched in complete awkwardness as Jungkook continued to point out every single girl that had arrived.

“Holly,” he said pointing at a girl who was talking to another man he had met upon arrival, Jimin, “Yumi,” he said pointing out a girl who was talking to three men and laughing, then with perfect timing, you walked back and you happened to be the last person he needed to name. This was the universe’s way of giving him the chance to fix his mistakes.

He opened his mouth. Your name on the tip of his tongue. The men before him blinked, eyes wide in anticipation. It may have been dramatic but damn did it feel like every second since the bachelor had been leading up to this moment. He also knew that they were probably going to edit this moment to be dramatic anyway. He learned to go with the grain of the editors instead of fighting their notions.

“Hey guys,” just like that, the moment was robbed as- was his name Jackson?- yelled over the chatter and bubbles of the hot tub. Everyone turned to look at him. He beamed at the group. The final rays of sun had faded and the moon and all the lamps in the villa were on. He held up a single fist. In it, a pearly white envelope.

It was the first date card.

The crowd tensed. Where it was fun and lively only seconds ago, it was now quiet and expectant. Jungkook shut his mouth. Nerves filled his body from his fingertips to his toes. He watched you walk over to Alex who had migrated closer to the group when Jackson had yelled. Taehyung and Kitty were also making their way back. Taehyung’s hair was messier than it had been. His clothes were still wet by the looks of it but he didn’t seem to mind. He held Kitty’s hand in his much bigger one, the girl clearly happy about what had conspired between them. If one was to look closely at them, they might even notice that there was a smear of something pink on his lips and Kitty’s hair was frizzier than it had been before.

“Guess someone is going on a date,” Jackson said, as soon as everyone had gathered close enough to hear him properly. He had taken off his shirt at some point. His abs sparkled in the lamp light with what must be water, or sweat. It wasn’t difficult to admit that he was good looking. Jungkook chanced a glance at you. Alex and you were staring at the man. A knowing smile on your face as Alex rolled her eyes. You elbowed her as Julie and Yumi stood beside the two of you. They too were gawking in silence at the shirtless man.

Soobin looked over at the gaggle of girls longingly. In the time Jungkook had been there, he hadn’t seen him speak to any of them for any extended period of time. He was well on his way to being eliminated. It was then that he reminded himself that he hadn’t exactly made the effort to speak to any of the other girls yet so he wasn’t too far for his predicament. The man with the blue hair, Yeonjun, was patting his back soothingly. At least he had hit it off with someone.

“Should I read it?”

There was a murmur of agreement from the crowd. Excitement had started to replace the nerves for most people and it was clear on their faces. Jungkook watched you bounce on the balls of your feet, bare now of your heels. Your toe nails were painted a soft pink that seemed to sum you up so well in his mind.

Jackson ripped the envelope open, then frowned when he realized that it hadn’t been sealed shut. Yumi and Holly giggled coquetry. You held back a snort.

“Sorry guys,” Jackson said, rubbing the back of his neck, “Anyway, let’s see what it says.”

He cleared his throat, then in a dramatic game show voice he read, “Yoongi,” Jackson looked at said man with a slightly jealous smile, “Welcome to paradise! Pick a girl to dance to the beat of your heart. Your date leaves tomorrow morning.”

Yoongi looked at Jackson in shock. It was clear that he hadn’t expected to get the first date card. He seemed to be thrown thoroughly off guard.

“Me,” he asked, as Jackson handed him the slightly ripped envelope. He scanned the card as if he couldn’t quite believe it unless he saw it. His mouth was slightly open.

“You mean I have to wake up early? And I have to exercise?”

Next to him, Hobi laughed loudly clapping him on the back, “Be happy Yoongi! You have your pick of woman for the first date in Paradise!”

“Yeah,” said Jimin who had snuck closer to the group of men on the pool chairs, “No one is paired up yet. So you get to ask whomever you want!” Jimin seemed a little sad but determined to be supportive. Jungkook had gotten the impression that he was kind to a fault.

“The problem is that I don’t know who to ask…” he admitted, shyly looking at the girls who looked expectant.

“Well take your time,” Hobi said, “Just make sure you ask someone before tomorrow morning.”

“Yeah…I think I’ll go talk to them a little more. Maybe if I get a better gauge of their personalities then it’ll make it easier.”

Yoongi stood, the girls froze. Hobi clapped and Jimin followed his lead. Jungkook couldn’t help but chuckle and clap as well. It wasn’t long before all of the men in Paradise were clapping for him as he made his way over to the girls. The psychologist glared at them but pulled his shoulders back and walked confidently over to the group.

“I’m so proud,” Hobi laughed, whipping a fake tear from his eye as he watched Yoongi walk away.

You buzzed with excitement. You and Yoongi hadn’t exactly hit it off right off the bat but you wouldn’t say no to him if he asked you on a date. He seemed kind, albeit a bit cold, but there was something attractive about him that you couldn’t place your finger on. As he walked towards you guys, you felt your hands get sweaty.

Alex wasn’t looking at him, already looking around for something else to do. You elbowed her softly but she only glared.

“Don’t you want to go on the date,” You asked.

“Not particularly. I don’t dance.”

“Oh,” you said, “You don’t like it or you can’t?”

“I don’t dance,” she said again. Clearly she didn’t want to elaborate, so you only smiled awkwardly and dropped the subject. Kitty had made her way over to you at some point. A smug look on her face. She stood by the girl, whom Alex had told you was named Holly and waited for Yoongi.

“Hi everyone,” Yoongi said, a small smile on his delicate lips.

A chorus of greetings met his own and his smile grew and, you noticed, his nerves.

“Would it be okay if I spoke to each of you? I want to have an idea of who I could go on this date with if that’s alright?”

Another chorus of agreement later, and Yoongi began from Alex. Kindly, he asked her to follow him a bit away from the rest of the group. She obliged out of courtesy. It was clear that she had no interest in this date. Their conversation didn’t seem to last long. If you had to guess, it was probably five minutes at the most and they were coming back, Yoongi looking thoroughly put down and Alex seeming a little annoyed. You would have to ask her about it later.

Next, with a bit of a dejected look, he approached you.

“Y/N, do you mind speaking to me in private?”

“Of course. Yeah.”

You stood from the seat you had taken, then followed him closer to the edge of the ocean. The moon was still low in the sky and the ocean as dark as night. The stars were reflected on its waves like a mirror. You couldn’t help but think it was beautiful. A moving sky.

“So… this date,” Yoongi began, obviously cringing at himself, “Do you also have a problem with dancing?”

You giggled, “Not particularly no. Though I might not be great at it, I’m willing to try if you want me to.”

You could feel him looking at you, but you couldn’t take your eyes off of the crashing waves and the way the stars moved with the ebb and flow of the water.

“Okay that’s already one more point to you than to Alex. I don’t think she’s at all interested in me.”

You felt your chest pang in sympathy for him. It was only one girl. There was no reason to feel so low.

“There are more girls in Paradise though. I’m sure some of us are. And even if you can’t find someone you like, there are more girls coming soon.”

“Are you saying that you’re not interested,” Yoongi asked, and it was then that you pulled your eyes from the crashing waves.

“That’s not at all what I’m saying!”

“Well good. Because I can’t say I’m completely uninterested in you either.”

Your stomach rolled with anticipation. Would he even talk to the other girls? Was he about to ask you on this date now?

“What were you looking at by the way? You were staring at the ocean.”

You smiled, glad that you had an excuse to talk about your notion.

“You see how the sky is kind of reflected on the water? It’s kind of beautiful, don’t you think? It’s an ocean of space almost.”

You looked at Yoongi expectantly. He was staring at the water. His hand on his chin and his eyes squinted. You waited patiently for his reply. For him to see what you did. But a couple of minutes came and went and when he looked at you, you knew he didn’t quite understand it.

“It’s pretty,” he admitted, “though I can’t get past the fact that it’s not actually the sky.”

Disappointed, you nodded, “Yeah, I guess I’m just weird that way.”

“I wouldn’t say weird. You have a different view on the world maybe. It's interesting.”

“Thank you,” a pause in which neither of you spoke and then he did.

“Shall we head back?”

Your heart sank.

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