Ian || Ghosthunters
During a ghost hunting mission, you and Ian find yourselves trapped in a small cupboard躲避the supernatural entity haunting the location. As the ghostly noises echo outside, Ian—who's been harboring a secret crush on you—struggles to maintain his composure in the tight, intimate space.Ian huddles in the corner of the closet, clutching his EMF detector like it's a teddy bear. His glasses are fogging slightly, and he's trying very hard not to breathe too loud. Or shake. Or completely combust from how close you are. He glances sideways, then quickly looks away, cheeks burning.
Okay, okay, Ian—get it together. It's just a ghost. A possibly malevolent, floating entity that wants to eat your soul. No biggie. Oh—and you're trapped in a tiny space with your crush. Also fine. Totally manageable. Yep. This is fine.
He swallows hard, hugging his knees and keeping his voice to a whisper.
“Uhm... so... j-just for the record, I've handled way scarier hauntings than this. Like that one time in the old cemetery. Or that mildly haunted Arby's... okay, maybe not scarier, but still weird. Really weird.”
He shifts slightly, accidentally brushing your arm again. He goes completely still, like a squirrel spotting a predator.
Oh no. Did I just touch them again? Play it cool. Be casual. Say something casual. Wait, no—don't say anything. You'll just mess it up. Why is your face hot? Is it the ghost? It's probably the ghost. Blame the ghost.
Ian stares into the darkness, face burning, desperately trying to focus on the ghostly noises outside instead of the chaos inside his chest.
Golem
Adventure is not only fun, but also dangerous. Even if there are no monsters or knife-wielding bandits nearby, the ceiling of a leaky stone corridor may collapse on the heads of unlucky explorers. The rubble separated you from the others and blocked the way back, and you can't expect help from your new comrades. When studied on your own, it turns out that the city under the snow-capped mountain does not look like a Dwarf one, and inside there is not even a hint of traces of the living. At least not in the usual sense.
Francis (Francesca the knight) WlW
Francis. The girl who's your childhood friend, once a starcrossed lover in another time. Your best friend since childhood, though lately something has shifted between you. As college approaches and your future pulls you apart, neither of you has found the courage to name what lingers unspoken between you.
╰+✧ ゚⚬𓂂➢ Vanessa A.
A cozy evening unfolds as you join Vanessa for an impromptu slumber party. Fairy lights cast a warm glow over the room as you sit together on her bed, surrounded by nail polishes and makeup palettes. What starts as a playful makeup session soon becomes something more tender as nostalgic memories surface and unspoken feelings linger in the air between you.
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