Hi I know that I recently made a request for you and that I must probably be reaching my quota of making requests for you to write. 😅
But I really wanted to see a continuation of that The Weight of Being Seen. Imagine that they had a relationship established after that first date and on a romantic day between only the two someone suddenly shows a certain interest in Non mc and Ops... the boys get jealous and decide to show her who belongs!?? 🤭😏 What do you think?
a/n: so sorry for the wait @chosen17. I hope it was worth it. 🤞
Trigger warnings: NONE (just fluff)
Content: For context, please read the fanfic The Weight of Being Seen before proceeding.
HANDS OFF
XAVIER
Word count : 678
That evening, after your colleague Xavier unexpectedly ran into you at one of your favorite restaurants, dining together became something of a tradition. At least once a week, the two of you took turns picking a new restaurant, doing your best to sample everything on the menu.
Xavier never once commented on your weight. Never told you to watch what you ate or suggested you should eat less.
Meals shared with Xavier always seemed to taste a little better.
...
Then, one evening after work, over dinner, Xavier confessed that he'd wanted to ask you out for a long time but had never found the right moment. He admitted he'd also been afraid you'd reject him, not wanting to get involved in an office romance.
Now, months have passed since the two of you went from colleagues, to friends, to lovers.
To avoid office gossip, you've kept your relationship a secret. Fortunately, that's easy enough when you work in different departments on different floors.
...
You glance down at your intertwined hands, unable to stop the smile tugging at your lips.
Some days, you still can't believe how lucky you are.
Having just clocked out and still dressed in your office clothes, you make your way to the Twinkle Toys arcade.
The past few weeks have been consumed by overtime and looming deadlines, so it's been a while since your last date.
Recently, the arcade announced a limited-edition plushie: a white bunny with floppy ears, sleepy drooping eyes, and a cozy knitted sweater. It reminded you so much of Xavier that you knew you had to have it.
Today is the final day of the event, and you can only hope there are still a few left.
“We are terrible at this,” you sigh.
You and Xavier have taken turns trying to win the plushie, but neither of you has had any luck. You've long since lost count of how many attempts you've made.
“Shh,” Xavier whispers conspiratorially. “Don't let the plushie hear you. It'll think it's winning.”
You laugh despite yourself. Even with his attempt to lift your spirits, you can tell he's just as disappointed as you are.
Xavier reaches into the token bucket you're holding, only to realize it's empty.
Taking the bucket from your hands, he smiles.
“Wait here. I'm going to get more tokens.”
Before you can protest, he's already walking away.
“Excuse me?”
An unfamiliar male voice behind you draws your attention.
You turn to find a man wearing a warm, easy smile.
“Do you mind if I give this claw machine a try?”
“Of course. Be my guest.” You step aside with a sheepish smile.
Only then do you realize you and Xavier have been monopolizing the machine for quite a while. Someone had probably been waiting for a turn.
“Maybe you can lend me some of your luck,” the man says as he slides a token into the machine.
“I don't think Lady Luck is on my side today,” you reply with an awkward laugh.
From the corner of your eye, you watch as the claw descends.
It closes around the bunny plushie, lifts it cleanly, and carries it all the way to the prize chute without slipping.
Your jaw nearly drops as the plushie tumbles into the collection bin.
Victory.
On his very first try.
After retrieving the prize, the man turns back to you with a friendly smile and holds it out.
“For you.”
You blink in surprise.
Before you can respond, a familiar arm slips possessively around your waist.
“I'm perfectly capable of winning a plushie for my girlfriend myself.”
Xavier's voice is calm, but there's a subtle edge beneath it.
You glance up at him, and he meets your gaze with the faintest pout.
“Girlfriend?” the man repeats, looking surprised. “Sorry. Judging by your outfits, I assumed you were coworkers. Friends at most.”
“I appreciate the gesture,” you say.
Wrapping both arms around Xavier's waist, you lean into him.
“But I already have the cutest plush bunny right here.”
The lovesick look in Xavier's eyes mirrors your own.
ZAYNE
Word count : 612
There's a slight skip in your step as you make your way to the café where you're meeting Zayne, only to pause when your phone rings.
“My love, are you at the café yet?” Zayne's voice comes through the speaker, clear and familiar.
Every time he calls you my love, your heart skips a beat.
“Almost,” you reply.
“I'm sorry, but a last-minute issue came up at work, so I'll be running a little late. I promise I'll be there as soon as I can.”
...
After entering the café, you settle at a table by the window and order an iced tea.
As you gaze absentmindedly out the window, a dreamy smile finds its way onto your face.
Your thoughts drift back to the day Zayne came over to your table at the bakery after overhearing the server's unprofessional comments about your weight.
Despite the awkward way you'd met, your clumsy attempts at flirting, and the embarrassingly cheesy pickup lines - especially the one where you joked that he must have become a cardiologist out of guilt for breaking so many hearts with his handsome face - he'd still wanted to see you again.
...
Zayne may seem cold and stoic at first glance, but beneath that reserved exterior is someone incredibly warm. His actions always speak louder than words.
Those actions were what eventually brought the two of you together as a couple.
Knowing your shared weakness for sweets, he'd secretly asked the chef at the Chinese restaurant where you were having dinner to hide a note inside your fortune cookie.
Will you be my girlfriend?
Remembering that night, you can't help but laugh softly.
...
“Pardon me.”
You look up to find one of the baristas standing beside your table.
You blink in surprise as he pulls out the chair across from you and sits down.
With three empty chairs around your table, you'd assumed he needed to borrow one for another customer - not that he intended to join you.
He fidgets in his seat, his cheeks tinged pink, clearly nervous.
“I've been meaning to ask you something for a while,” he says, stumbling over his words. “You come here pretty often, but I've never worked up the courage.”
It's true. Since the café is on your route to work, you've become something of a regular. On busy mornings, you'll often stop by for coffee, and sometimes breakfast if you're running late.
“I think you're really sweet,” he continues.
“I agree.”
A familiar voice cuts through the conversation.
The barista freezes.
Zayne stands behind him, his expression as calm and unreadable as ever.
“My girlfriend is the sweetest,” he says.
The barista glances at Zayne, then back at you.
He scrambles to his feet so quickly he nearly knocks over his chair.
“I'm so sorry. I should've known you were taken.”
Rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment, he hurries back toward the counter.
...
“Sorry to keep you waiting, my love,” Zayne says as he slips into the now-vacant seat as though nothing had happened.
“Have you decided what you'd like to order?” he asks, studying the cakes in the display case.
“Not yet."” You narrow your eyes at him and point an accusing finger. “And as for you - the dentist told you to cut back on sugar.”
“Then I suppose I'll have to settle for something sweet that won't rot my teeth.”
A hint of mischief creeps into his voice as a small smirk tugs at the corner of his lips.
The implication hits you a second later.
Heat rushes to your face, turning your cheeks bright red.
You swear, one day this man is going to give you a heart attack.
RAFAYEL
Word count : 499
Having grown up along the coastline of Whitesand Bay in Linkon City, you've always felt at home on the sandy shore.
But ever since Rafayel came into your life, the beach has felt even more like home - as though he'd become the missing piece you never knew was absent.
...
Ever since the day you met him on the shore - when he quite literally called you a goddess - you've found yourself returning to the beach only in his company.
Together, you'd stroll along the sand to watch the sunrise, the sunset, or sometimes both. You'd collect seashells that Rafayel would later grind into pigments for his paintings. You'd take photographs or simply sit beside him while he painted.
It never ceased to amaze you how Rafayel saw the world in such vibrant colors.
...
One evening, while walking along the shoreline, Rafayel picked up a stick and suddenly took off running.
You chased after him, laughing, but before you could read what he'd written in the sand, the waves washed it away.
Taking your hand, he smiled.
“One day, I found a beauty washed ashore. I'm afraid the tides might carry her away, just like they did that message. But I won't let them. You're mine. Be my girlfriend, and I'll give you the entire ocean.”
...
That was the moment the two of you made it official.
Now, you're stretched out on a lounge chair beneath the shade of a towering palm tree.
You and Rafayel had traveled to a small coastal town for an exhibition, and with the event finally over, the two of you could enjoy a break.
Rafayel has wandered off to grab cocktails, leaving you with your book.
...
So absorbed in your reading, you fail to notice the two men lingering nearby, openly admiring you.
Not until they step in front of your lounge chair, blocking the sunlight.
Lowering your book, you slip off your sunglasses.
“Well, aren't you gorgeous?” one of them says.
“Talk about a breathtaking view,” the other adds with a grin.
You blink at them in surprise. Men don't usually compliment you.
“Mind if we keep you company?”
“Yes, she would.”
Rafayel appears beside you, holding two colorful cocktails complete with tiny umbrellas and straws.
You gladly take one from him.
“Sorry, boys,” you say with a polite smile. “I already have all the company I need.”
The two men exchange disappointed looks before walking away.
...
“I leave you alone for one minute, and you're already getting hit on.”
Rafayel crosses his arms, puffs out his cheeks, and dramatically turns his back to you.
“How could you let another fish swim into my territory?” he huffs.
Laughing softly, you move over and sit beside him on his lounge chair, gently patting his head.
He rests his head heavily on your shoulder with an exaggerated sigh.
“You're the only fishie for me,” you reassure him.
You catch the satisfied smug smirk on his lips as he shoots the two retreating men a triumphant glance.
SYLUS
Word count : 607
Despite how enjoyable Sylus's company had been that evening - when he stepped in after your blind date walked out the moment he saw you - you kept your guard up.
After being rejected one too many times because of your size, you'd built walls around your heart.
But Sylus never gave up. He pursued you relentlessly, though never in a forceful or overbearing way. Instead, he simply made his interest - and his presence - impossible to ignore.
Eventually, you stopped resisting and finally gave him a chance.
That was how the two of you became a couple.
...
Sylus carries himself with a mysterious, commanding presence that naturally puts people on edge. Yet beneath that intimidating exterior lies someone fiercely protective, deeply loyal, and unexpectedly gentle with you.
He also has a razor-sharp tongue and delights in teasing you just to see your reactions.
...
Although you consider yourself a strong, independent woman, there are times when you can't help but let Sylus spoil you.
Like tonight.
Ever since you were little, you'd dreamed of attending a fantasy ball, but you'd never had anyone to go with.
So when a notification for this year's event popped up on your phone, you immediately asked Sylus if he'd accompany you.
He was reluctant at first, claiming he didn't understand the appeal of dressing up just to dance in a room full of strangers.
As usual, though, his actions contradicted his words.
He bought the most expensive tickets available and spared no expense when it came to your costumes.
You're dressed in a flowing ballgown, complete with elegant shoes, sparkling accessories, perfectly styled hair, and flawless makeup.
Sylus, meanwhile, is dressed entirely in black leather. His shirt hangs half open, curled horns rest atop his head, and a pair of folded dragon wings adorn his back.
He looks as though he stepped straight out of one of the dragon shifter novels you love to read.
“I'll go get us another glass of wine,” Sylus says, taking your empty glass before disappearing into the crowd.
A few moments later, a man dressed as what appears to be a prince - perhaps even a king - approaches you.
“A beautiful evening, my lady,” he says with a courteous bow.
“Indeed it is, my lord,” you reply with a small smile.
“Forgive my bluntness, but I believe you to be the fairest maiden at this ball.”
“You flatter me,” you answer, happily playing along.
Role-playing is hardly unusual at events like these. If anything, it's encouraged.
The man steps in front of you and offers a deeper bow before extending his hand.
“Would this fair princess honor me with a dance?”
Completely oblivious to Sylus standing directly behind him, he waits expectantly.
Sylus catches your eye over the man's shoulder, a faint smirk playing on his lips as he silently waits to see how you'll respond.
“I must politely decline,” you say, walking past the man to stand beside Sylus.
“For my heart has already been claimed by this dragon.”
“Then I shall slay the dragon and win your heart, dear princess,” the man declares, resting a hand on the hilt of his sword.
Sylus lets out an amused laugh.
“You'd be reduced to ash before you ever had the chance to draw it,” he replies with effortless confidence.
You glance up at him with slightly widened eyes, knowing full well he isn't entirely joking.
“Oh, and one more thing.”
He slips a fresh glass of wine into your hand before wrapping an arm securely around your waist.
“This isn't some mere princess.”
His hold tightens ever so slightly as he draws you closer.
“She's a queen.”
“My queen.”
CALEB
Word count : 565
After that embarrassingly disastrous day when your own shoe betrayed you, you never expected Caleb to show up outside your office after work the very next day, just in case your shoes decided to betray you again.
...
Caleb is easygoing and carefree, making every conversation effortless. His playful nature has you laughing more than you ever had before, and his boyish energy turns every date into an adventure, melting away even the most stressful days.
...
After only a handful of dates, he asked you to be his girlfriend.
His straightforwardness caught you completely off guard.
He admitted that, years ago, he'd let fear keep him from saying what was in his heart, and as a result, he'd lost someone precious. Ever since then, he'd promised himself he'd never make the same mistake again.
...
The beginning of your relationship wasn't without its challenges.
You lived in Linkon City, where you worked as an office team leader, while Caleb was stationed in Skyhaven as a pilot. With your demanding schedules and the distance between you, seeing each other wasn't easy.
...
So, after a few months of dating, you surprised him by requesting a transfer to your company's Skyhaven branch.
At first, the two of you lived separately.
But only a few weeks later, you gave up your apartment and moved into Caleb's.
...
Most people would probably say your relationship was moving too fast.
But with Caleb, everything simply felt right.
...
Today, the two of you are spending the afternoon at Skyhaven’s amusement park.
Caleb had finally managed to clear his schedule after a mission and taken time off just so the two of you could enjoy a proper date.
As you weave through the bustling crowds, the warm scent of cinnamon and sugar catches your attention.
You turn to find a food stand selling fresh churros.
“Want some?” Caleb asks, following your gaze.
“Yes, please,” you answer, practically drooling.
“One order of churros coming right up.”
Without hesitation, he joins the queue.
...
Not wanting to block the walkway, you step off to the side near another stall and wait.
“Amusement parks are meant to be enjoyed with family... or with someone special.”
A man's voice pulls you from your attention.
He comes to stand beside you, smiling confidently.
“I'd be happy to fill that second role.”
“That position's already taken.”
Caleb returns just in time, handing you a warm bag of churros.
“And you are?” the man asks dismissively.
“Her boyfriend,” Caleb replies without missing a beat.
“Boyfriend?”The man smirks. "Doesn't count if there's no ring."
To your complete disbelief, Caleb suddenly turns and runs off.
Barely a minute later, he returns, slightly out of breath.
Without a word, he slips a candy ring onto your left ring finger.
Then he steps in front of you, squaring his shoulders.
“Satisfied?” he asks flatly. “Now get lost.”
The man mutters a curse under his breath before finally walking away.
Caleb turns back to you…
Only to realize you're staring silently at the candy ring wrapped around your finger.
“I... didn't exactly picture it happening like this.”
He rubs the back of his neck with an awkward laugh.
You slowly lift your eyes to meet his.
“I mean…”
A faint blush creeps across his cheeks.
“...I'd be more than happy to be your husband.”
He gazes at you with pleading puppy-dog eyes, as though waiting for your answer.
Synopsis: You are the choas in motion, warmth without a filter, a thousand unfished thoughts in one place. Whereas, Xavier is steady hands, quite observation, and patience that never asks you to be anything else.
A quiet story about two people learning how to share a home, a routine and eventually a life together.
Pairing : Xavier x (F) reader/non MC
Content: alternative universe (modern setting), slice of life, neurodevelopmental condition (reader has ADHD), fluff, comort, teasing/suggestive,slow burn, rommates to friends to lovers
Author's note : This is my first-ever request, and it was written for the lovely @chosen17. Thank you for your patience and for giving me this opportunity. I sincerely hope you enjoy the story! 💖
Word count: 6,557
For context, here's the original request:
SOMEWHERE BETWEEN
CHAOS AND CARE
You place the last cardboard box into the boot of the car.
“I believe that's the last one,” you say, slamming it shut.
“Are you sure you have everything?” you ask, turning to face your friend, Chelsea.
She nods.
“If you happen to find anything of mine, just put it aside and I'll pick it up sometime later,” she says.
Chelsea - your best friend and roommate of three years - is moving out of your shared apartment to live with her boyfriend.
You're happy for her. Jake is a great guy - a total golden retriever of a man, a softie who absolutely adores Chelsea.
Even so, you can't help but feel a little sad to see her go.
“When are you expecting your new roommate?”
Right.
Your new roommate.
When Chelsea informed the landlady she was moving out, the response had been simple: either pay the full rent yourself or find someone to take Chelsea's place. As far as the landlady was concerned, it made no difference who lived there, so long as the rent was paid on time.
“Umm…” you hum hesitantly, rocking from one foot to the other as you stare at the ground.
“Don't tell me you forgot!” Chelsea crosses her arms.
“I told you not to leave it up to me,” you mumble under your breath.
The truth is, while the idea of living alone sounds appealing, you simply can't afford the rent on your own.
“I put up an advertisement,” you quickly say in your defense.
“When?” Chelsea asks, raising a skeptical eyebrow.
“This morning…”
You trail off.
“At... three a.m.” you practically whisper.
Chelsea stares at you in disbelief.
“But someone already contacted me,” you add quickly. “They're coming to look at the apartment later today.”
Chelsea opens her mouth but her words are cut off by the sound of the car horn.
“We need to get going!” Jake calls from the driver's seat, waving through the open window.
Chelsea walks around to the passenger side.
She throws her arms around you in a tight hug before opening the door and climbing into the passenger seat.
You walk over to Jake's side of the car and rest your forearms on the open window frame, looking at him with a serious expression.
“Listen carefully. If Chelsea ever ends up blowing up my phone or knocking on my door at midnight because of your sorry ass… I'm taking her back.”
Chelsea bursts into laughter.
Jake visibly gulps.
“Yes, ma'am,” he says with a nod.
You step back and wave as the car pulls out of the parking lot and disappears down the road.
…
An hour later, you absentmindedly sway on your heels outside the main entrance of your apartment building, humming to yourself as you wait for your potential new roommate to arrive.
You glance down at your phone. They should be here soon. Good thing you set a timer as a reminder since you’re known to get sidetracked.
“Excuse me?” a soft, gentle voice breaks you out of your daze from behind your back.
You lean back slightly and look up at the man.
You quickly straighten up, spinning around to face him properly.
The man before you looks to be in his early twenties. His hair is silver-blond, and his eyes remind you of the crystal-blue waters surrounding a tropical island.
“My name is Xavier.” He introduces himself.
“Are you the one I'm supposed to be meeting about the free room?” he asks, his voice calm and gentle.
“Aren't you a cutie!” you blurt out, voicing the very first thought that comes to mind.
He blinks at you, clearly caught off guard by the unexpected compliment.
You punch in the code to unlock the entrance.
“...Follow me,” you say, motioning for him to follow you.
Xavier follows you through the lobby and toward the elevator at the end of the hallway, passing rows of postboxes belonging to the building's residents.
When the elevator chimes, the doors slide open. You both step inside, and you press the button for the seventh floor.
“I'm Y/N, by the way,” you add with a smile just as the elevator doors close, offering him your hand.
He shakes it, his hand feels sold and warm in yours.
…
You let Xavier step inside before closing the door behind you.
You kick off your sandals, aiming them in the general direction of the built-in shoe rack by the door.
“You don't have to take your shoes off,” you say as Xavier bends down to untie the laces of his sneakers.
He removes them anyway and places them neatly on an empty spot on the rack.
“Sooo…” you drawl, wondering where to begin.
“Let me give you the grand tour. Even though this is a two-bedroom apartment, it's fairly small.” You shrug.
Still standing in the hallway, you open the door on your left.
“This is the bathroom.”
Xavier peers inside without stepping in.
The bathroom consists of a sink with cupboards underneath and a mirrored cabinet above. Opposite the sink are a washing machine with a dryer stacked on top. Along the back wall sits a bathtub.
“And that's the toilet.” You point to another door a little farther down the hallway on the right.
You continue deeper into the apartment.
“The kitchen, dining area, and living room are all one open space,” you explain.
To the left is a compact kitchen. Sitting on top of the fridge is a microwave. Beside it are the kitchen counter, sink, and stovetop, with cupboards above and below.
Opposite is a small kitchen island with nothing but a coffee machine sitting on top.
To the right is a simple dining area - just a small square wooden table with two matching chairs.
Sharing the same wall as the kitchen is an L-shaped sofa. A coffee table sits in front of it, while a television rests on a TV stand between the two bedroom doors.
“This is the available bedroom.” You push open the door nearest to the dining table.
Xavier walks inside, quietly looking around.
The room is modest, furnished with only the essentials.
A bed sits in the centre of the room with a bedside table beside it.
A large window on the left lets in the afternoon sunlight, while a desk and chair stand against the opposite wall.
Across from the bed, a sliding-door wardrobe stretches across the entire wall.
Your own bedroom is laid out in a similar manner.
“I like how bright it is,” Xavier remarks, turning to face you.
You push yourself away from the doorframe.
“Come on,” you say, motioning for him to follow.
Sliding open the glass door, you step onto a narrow balcony overlooking the residential neighbourhood. It's small but still large enough to fit two chairs and a tall table.
…
You head back inside and plop down in the middle of the couch, bouncing slightly as you land.
Xavier sits at the opposite end.
“…So… I guess we should go over a few things.” You reach for the notes you'd prepared beforehand.
“The room is available immediately. No pets and no smoking indoors. Rent is three hundred euros a month, plus one hundred euros for utilities.” You read.
“If you have a car, you’ll have to enquire about available parking and cost with the building manager.” You add.
You toss the list onto the coffee table and look at Xavier expectantly.
“What do you think? Any questions?”
Xavier has barely said a word since entering the apartment.
“I understand this is a shared space.” He begins.
You nod.
“…So when do I get to meet my roommate?”
“You already have.” You chuckle.
“My roommate Chelsea just moved out. Today, actually. She moved in with her boyfriend. And while I wouldn't mind having the place all to myself…” You scratch the back of your neck awkwardly. “...I'm kind of broke.”
“You? You’d be my roommate?” Xavier asks, blinking in surprise.
You give him a small wave and a lopsided grin.
“Don't take this the wrong way…” he says carefully, “...but isn't that a little... unconventional... considering we're opposite genders?”
“I grew up with three older brothers,” you reply matter-of-factly.
“You'll have your own room, and every door has a lock.”
“In truth, I thought you were the rental agent or the building manager,” Xavier admits.
“I guess I didn't really think about gender when I posted the listing,” you admit.
“If you decide to move in, I’m sure we can come up with some ground rules that respect each other's privacy.” You add as reassurance.
Living under the same roof as someone else is completely new to Xavier.
Having recently graduated from college and landed a job as a high school physics teacher, he'd been hit with the sudden news that the apartment building he'd lived in for the past few years had been sold. The new owner gave every resident just two weeks' notice to move out.
Balancing work while trying to find a new place to live on such short notice hasn't been easy.
“Can I grow plants on the balcony?” Xavier suddenly asks.
“Sure.”
Then you grin.
“But don't expect me to be your accomplice or bail you out of jail.”
Understanding the reference, Xavier gives you an amused look.
You shift into a cross-legged position on the couch.
“I should warn you. Living with me comes with some... difficulties. One that may be a deal breaker.”
You give him your best sad puppy eyes.
“I have ADHD.”
“I've heard the term,” Xavier says. “But why would that be a deal breaker?”
“In my case, it’ll be like living with a hyperactive child who's had far too much sugar.”
“Then it'll be just like being at school.” Xavier jokes.
At your puzzled look, he adds, “I'm a high school teacher.”
“Cute and smart.” You smile playfully. “That's a dangerous combination.”
A faint blush dusts Xavier's cheeks.
“Anyway…” You steer the conversation back. “My biggest symptom is hyperactivity, mainly physical.”
Xavier had already noticed. Ever since he arrived, you've barely stopped moving, constantly fidgeting, shifting positions, and bouncing your leg.
“I also talk. Like a lot.” You emphasize the last two words.
“My mouth is quicker than my brain and I tend to blurt things out without thinking beforehand. I also have no filter, but I consider that more of a personality trait.” You wink.
“At times I interrupt others during conversations which is understandably rude. And I'm not exactly the world's greatest listener.”
“So go ahead and tell me all your secrets. I'll either immediately forget them or get distracted halfway through.”
That earns a quiet chuckle from Xavier.
“My mind is constantly in overdrive with racing thoughts. I get distracted easily and struggle to stay focused, especially on boring things like cleaning. So the apartment often looks like a tornado passed through it.”
Xavier glances around the spotless apartment.
“My old roommate Chelsea cleaned the entire apartment from top to bottom before moving out,”you explain quickly.
“I don't mind doing chores,” Xavier says with a gentle smile. “I actually find them relaxing.”
“But…” His smile fades slightly. “I’m not a very good cook.”
“Well, aren't we a pair?”
You laugh awkwardly.
“Out of fear of setting the apartment on fire, I chose not to cook.”
Then you brighten.
“Lucky for us, there's a convenience store open twenty-four hours a day in the neighborhood. If you do decide to move in, I'd be happy to show you around.”
Xavier stands.
“Do you mind if I think it over?”
“Of course.” You can't quite hide the disappointment in your voice.
…
You walk Xavier all the way out to the entrance.
“Thank you for taking the time to show me around,” Xavier says as he steps outside the building.
“I promise I'll let you know my decision as soon as possible.”
You grin mischievously. “I do hope you say yes. I'd hate for all that eye candy to go to waste.”
Before he can recover from your shameless comment, you duck back inside the building.
——————————————————————
Xavier watches as you practically skip into the convenience store you'd mentioned to him upon your first meeting as he grabs a shopping basket.
The very same day of meeting you, he'd contacted a rental agency to help him find an apartment.
A few days later, he'd spent an entire evening after work viewing available apartments with an agent, only to find fault with every single one. Some were too far from his workplace, others were in noisy neighbourhoods, or beyond his budget.
With time quickly running out, he'd decided to take the risk and contact you.
Fortunately, the room was still available.
He'd arrived this morning alongside a friend who'd helped him out by moving his belongings.
“Are you planning on turning the balcony into a forest?” you remarked as Xavier placed yet another potted plant on the balcony.
He averted his gaze, scratching his chin sheepishly.
You didn't give him time to dwell on the matter or unpack another box before pulling him out of the apartment to show him around the neighbourhood.
…
“I used to work here not too long ago,” you muse, peering through the fridge stocked with pre-packaged meals.
“Because of the better pay, I worked alone on the night shifts.”
“I can't imagine working night shifts,” Xavier admits, placing a few items into his basket.
“Did you leave because you found something better?”
“Not quite. Being alone with so few customers was incredibly boring, so one night I decided to reorganize the entire store. I reorganized the items on the shelves by colour, but not the price tags, and half the items ended up on the floor after I lost motivation and interest, which wasn't appreciated.”
Xavier gives you a bewildered look.
“The manager then moved me to the afternoon shift. The morning and afternoon shifts are worked in pairs, meaning I'd have someone to supervise me,” you explain.
“However, my colleagues complained that I got on their nerves, and some customers complained that I had an attitude whenever they were rude to me. In the end, I got fired.”
You bite your bottom lip.
“I find it hard to keep a long-term job.”
“Where do you work now?” Xavier asks, without a hint of judgment.
“I work part-time at a second-hand clothing store,” you beam. “The owner is super eccentric.”
“Come, I'll show you.”
You grab his wrist, but before you can pull him away, Xavier gently catches your hand and stops you in your tracks.
“Maybe we should finish our shopping first,” he suggests, lifting the basket in his other hand.
You offer him a sheepish, apologetic smile.
…
I found a new roommate. They just moved in today.
You type to Chelsea.
So soon? Congrats, girl! What's your first impression of them?
Chelsea types back almost immediately.
They're cute and have this really calm aura about them.
You type after a moment's thought.
I hope that calm aura rubs off on you. Try not to scare them away.
Chelsea teases.
Pray to the gods for me. Wish me luck!
You type.
——————————————————————
“Xavier,” you whine, “have you seen my phone?”
“You’re talking to me on it.”
You take the phone away from your ear and stare at it in betrayal.
“You wouldn’t also happen to know where my keys are?”
“I believe they were on the TV stand,” he replies.
You go over and, sure enough, there they are.
“...That explains a lot.”
——————————————————————
Days turn into weeks as Xavier slowly gets used to living under the same roof as you.
Sure, it takes some getting used to for both of you, but before long, you settle comfortably into each other's company.
To a stranger, it would most likely seem as though you'd always lived together, judging by how comfortable you are around one another.
Xavier quickly understood why you claimed living with you would more than likely be challenging.
He'd done some research on neurodevelopmental disorders - ADHD, in your case - reading through various articles in hopes of gaining a better understanding and making your living arrangement as comfortable as possible.
Although his research gave him a general understanding, every person is different. In the end, he found it best to simply observe you quietly, which came naturally to him since he'd always been an observant person.
…
If he had to describe you in one word, and one word only, it would be: chaos.
Xavier is more of a homebody who enjoys spending his free time watching movies, caring for his plants, reading books, or playing PC games.
You, on the other hand, are always doing something or going somewhere, to the point that it seems you've made it your mission to drag Xavier along.
Not that he minds.
Unlike Linkon City - the city where he'd lived his entire life and still commuted to for work - Bloomshore District has a down-to-earth charm where one can find a sense of tranquillity.
One that has a lot of hidden gems which you’ve gladly shown him.
Such as the small second-hand bookshop where he's purchased many timeless classics.
Going out with you always feels like going on a little treasure hunt.
Xavier had noticed something curious.
While you frequently forgot appointments, misplaced everyday objects, and became distracted halfway through conversations...
You never forget people.
The elderly woman at the bakery.
The stray cat that only appeared on Tuesdays.
You remembered every tiny detail that mattered to someone else.
…
Just as you involve Xavier in your activities, you eagerly take part in his as well.
Although, the first time you did, it didn't go particularly well.
One quiet evening, Xavier had innocently suggested you watch a movie together.
“Is there anything you'd like to watch?” he asks, reaching for the remote.
“I don't really watch TV,” you admit. “Pick something you like. I'm happy with anything.” you say, browsing the selection of snacks and drinks.
You pour the popcorn into a large bowl before settling back onto the couch with it resting on your lap.
“I hope what I picked is okay. I'm a big fan of horror, and I haven't seen this one yet,” he says, starting the movie.
You do your best to sit still, keeping your full attention on the screen as you munch on the popcorn.
That is, until a jump scare appears.
With a startled scream, you jump so violently that popcorn flies everywhere.
Xavier hastily pauses the movie.
“Are you alright? I didn't realize it would scare you that much,” he says, looking at you with concern.
“Sorry…” you groan.
“...I got distracted by the bowl and forgot I was watching a horror movie.”
Xavier merely shakes his head.
“Nothing that can't be cleaned up,” he reassures you.
A playful smile tugs at his lips as he plucks a piece of popcorn from your hair.
“Looks like you've turned into a popcorn monster,” he jokes, making you laugh.
…
Standing by the doorway, slipping on your shoes, Xavier places lunch in your bag.
He zips it up without you even noticing before you wave goodbye and head out to work.
…
You do indeed talk a lot, but Xavier finds himself captivated by every story you have to tell.
And true, you do tend to ramble in a way that leaves little room for Xavier to and at times you interrupt him.
When you do, he doesn’t call you out or accuse you of being rude or inconsiderate.
He simply remains patient and quiet and you eventually realize your mistake and circle back to the conversation, giving him the chance to speak.
The one thing he still struggles to get used to is your so-called "lack of filter," because you're forever catching him off guard.
Especially with your shameless flirting.
…
One instance that comes to mind happened not too long ago.
Having just taken a shower, Xavier stepped out of the bathroom with his sweatpants hanging low on his hips and a towel draped around his shoulders, using one end to dry his hair.
He failed to register the sound of the front door opening before you burst inside and came face-to-face with his bare chest.
Instead of apologizing, getting embarrassed or playing it cool, you shamelessly stared at his physique, running your hands over his chest and forearms, openly admiring him.
“Is this what they call a sleeper build?”
Flustered, Xavier grabbed your wrists and retreated to his room, though not before hearing you call after him,
“Feel free to walk around the apartment like that more often!”
——————————————————————
“Are you fed up with always having to tidy up after me?” you ask, sitting at the dining table as Xavier does the dishes.
“I told you from the beginning that I don't mind doing the household chores,” he reminds you. “It's not like it takes long to clean up given how small the apartment is.”
“But still... it's unfair.” You fidget with your fingers.
“This is a shared space. You shouldn't have to do everything on your own. Don't you ever get angry when you clean only for the place to be a mess again not long after because of me?”
Xavier catches the sadness in your voice.
He knows you never make a mess on purpose. You simply have a habit of jumping from one activity to another and don't always realize you need to clean up after yourself.
At the same time, you also seem to overlook the fact that whenever you do return to a room and notice your "mess," you always tidy it up and put everything back where it belongs.
And, in your defence, with such a compact open-plan apartment, it doesn't take much for the place to look untidy.
Whenever Xavier comes home after work, he can always tell where you've been and what you've been doing.
“I really am difficult to live with, aren't I?” You say quietly.
Xavier looks at you over his shoulder.
“Where did that come from?”
“Everyone always says they don't mind at first…”
You look away.
“...Eventually they do.”
Xavier dries his hands on a tea towel before walking over to you.
“But you do help,” he says, taking your hands in his. “You're helping right now. Whenever you see me cleaning, you always ask if I need a hand.”
He gives your hands a gentle squeeze.
“Do you really think I'm so shallow that I'd get angry with you for leaving a few things lying around?” he asks, a small pout tugging at his lips.
You shake your head before smiling up at him.
“I guess I really lucked out with a roommate as considerate as you.” Your smile softens. “You're a good friend, Xavier.”
——————————————————————
Xavier unlocks the apartment door and notices the lights are still on.
“Y/N?”
No answer.
He follows the trail of paint-stained tissues toward your bedroom.
You sit cross-legged on the floor, completely surrounded by clay, paint, bottles, scraps of cardboard and tiny decorations.
“...Y/N?”
You hum absentmindedly, never looking up.
“Dinner?”
“...Mhm.”
“Did you eat?”
Silence.
Xavier glanced at the clock.
20:30.
The sandwich he'd made you that morning still sat untouched on your desk.
“...You've been here since I left, haven't you?”
You finally looked up.
“...Have I?”
You blinked toward the window.
“...Why is it dark?”
——————————————————————
“Umm... are you looking for something?” Xavier asks as he walks into the kitchen, having just returned from work.
You are sitting on the kitchen floor, surrounded by piles of paper, glass, plastic, and cardboard.
It looks as though you've emptied all of the recycling bins.
“Did you accidentally throw something away?” he asks.
“I'm just re-recycling,” you reply, pushing yourself to your feet before bending down to pick up a half-full rubbish bag.
Carefully stepping over the piles without stepping on anything, you head toward your bedroom.
Xavier follows behind, wearing a puzzled expression.
…
Xavier has never been inside your room, just as you've never stepped foot inside his.
The layout mirrors his own bedroom, just with your own personal… twist.
Folded clothes sit in stacks beside the wardrobe and at the foot of the bed, while others are draped over the desk chair or thrown haphazardly in the hamper.
Your desk is protected by a large plastic sheet. An open laptop sits among colourful markers, tubes of paint - some uncapped - paintbrushes soaking in musky glasses of water.
Above it, several shelves line the wall. Unlike his, which are filled with books, yours are crammed with strange objects he can't quite identify.
Along the walls, piles of what appear to be rubbish are sorted into separate stacks.
“You really don't like cleaning,” he teases, glancing around the cluttered room.
“I do clean,” you protest. “It just gets messy again.”
“Is there a reason you're turning your bedroom into a junkyard?” he asks, gesturing toward the piles.
“It's art material.”
You pull him over to your desk.
Reaching up to one of the shelves, you take down a small handcrafted fairy house before placing it into his hands.
“I use recycled materials together with clay to make these... mystical fairy houses.” You smile proudly. “At least, that's what I call them.”
Xavier studies the tiny house before slowly looking around the room.
Only now does he realize the shelves are filled with dozens of similar creations, each completely different from the last.
“You made all of these?” he asks, clearly impressed.
You nod.
“I sell them online through a handmade crafts marketplace.”
“They help put food on the table whenever I'm between jobs.”
The last sentence is barely above a whisper.
“They're creative,” he says honestly. “I think they'd make perfect gifts for anyone who loves fantasy.”
“Oh!”
Your eyes widen.
“I completely forgot.”
You reach for another shelf.
“I actually made this one for you a while ago, but I completely forgot to give it to you.”
You place the fairy house into his hands.
The top is left completely open, allowing him to look straight inside. Tiny lights glow within, revealing a miniature classroom, where a winged figure resembling Xavier stands beside a blackboard.
——————————————————————
“Five minutes!” you call from your room.
Xavier has already finished making breakfast.
Packed his lunch.
And watered every plant.
Twenty-five minutes later...
“...Five minutes?” he calls.
“Almost!”
Another ten minutes passed.
You emerge proudly.
“See? Five minutes.”
——————————————————————
“I’m home,” you call into the apartment.
Xavier comes to meet you at the door, taking the shopping bags from your hands.
“I have a surprise for you,” he says, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
He gently takes your hand and leads you to your bedroom door before pushing it open and stepping inside.
You glance around. It is still your room - only now it’s clean. Spotless, in fact.
“When you brought me in here the other day to show me your creations, I realized what you were lacking was storage to keep everything organized,” he says, stopping beside a wheeled utility drawer unit.
“I sorted all your supplies into cases and labeled everything,” he explains, pulling open a drawer to show you what he means.
“This should help keep things more tidy and make it easier for you.”
“I hope you don’t mind me invading your privacy,” he adds slowly, noticing your silence.
“Xavier, this is awesome!” you beam. “A brilliant idea - exactly what I needed. I can’t believe you did this for me.”
Xavier shrugs. “I had some time to spare since it’s currently school break.”
You can’t contain your joy and pull him into a hug. He freezes for a moment, startled, before quickly relaxing, burying his face into the crook of your neck.
…
“Have you seen my glue gun?”
Xavier blinks
“...The one in Drawer Three labelled 'Glue Guns'?”
You stares.
“...I have a drawer for glue guns?”
——————————————————————
You enter the kitchen intending to wash the mugs you’ve been collecting in your bedroom.
On the way, you notice Xavier has left a pile of your clean clothes on the couch.
Back in your room, you spot the plant Xavier gave you drooping, so you take a watering can to fill it up.
At the sink, you notice dirty cutlery.
You wash a spoon first.
Then wander off, still holding it.
Soon after, Xavier finds a watering can left full on the dining table.
The spoon is on the couch.
The mugs remain untouched by the sink.
——————————————————————
“Please tell me you’re still at the apartment!” Xavier’s voice rings through the phone the second you answer.
He sounds slightly out of breath, almost in a panic.
“I am,” you confirm, setting your paintbrush down.
“Can you go into my room and see if I left a stack of test papers on the desk?”
You get up, holding the phone to your ear as you walk into his bedroom.
“Yep, they’re here,” you confirm, switching the phone to your other ear.
Xavier sighs in frustration.
“I got up late this morning, and in my rush not to be late, I left them behind. I know I’m asking a lot, but can you deliver them to me? I need them for my upcoming lessons,” he pleads.
“Fear not. I’ve got you covered. I’ll be there as soon as I can,” you say before hanging up.
You carefully place the stack of papers into a backpack. Just before heading out, you pause to grab your helmet and keys.
Your motorcycle will be a lot faster than the bus.
…
You turn the corner and head down the hallway in the direction Xavier is supposed to be, as indicated by a staff member you luckily bumped into.
Stopping outside a classroom, you rise onto your tiptoes to peek through the small window in the door.
There he is.
Without knocking, you open the door and stride inside.
“Found you! Sorry it took so long, but when I got here I realized the school gates were locked, so I had to climb over the wall. Then I found the main entrance was locked too, so I climbed in through an open window. Talk about breaking and entering,” you say in one breath.
“Anyway, here are your papers.” You reach into your backpack.
Xavier simply stares at you, making no move to take the stack from your hands.
You slowly turn your head.
An entire classroom of teenagers is staring back at you.
“Oops,” is all you manage to say.
“Sir, who is she?” one student asks curiously.
“Is she your girlfriend?” another boy teases, earning a chorus of snickers and whispers from the class.
A playful idea immediately pops into your head.
You slip your arm through Xavier's and turn toward the students with a bright smile.
“That's right,” you announce. “You caught us red-handed.”
Xavier looks at you in complete bewilderment.
You simply grin back at him and flutter your eyelashes.
“So, ladies... I'm afraid this man is taken.”
More laughter ripples through the classroom.
“Anyway...” You let go of Xavier's arm. “I'll see you at home later.”
You plant a quick kiss on his cheek before skipping out of the classroom.
However, a moment later, you poke your head back around the door.
“Umm... could someone tell me how to get out of this building without climbing through windows or scaling walls?”
You offer the class a sheepish grin.
——————————————————————
You hum under your breath to the song playing softly through the restaurant speakers, absentmindedly swaying in your seat as you eat.
For a while, only the sounds of the simmering broth and clinking chopsticks fill the space between you.
Then Xavier speaks.
“...Don't you ever get bored?”
You glance up from your bowl.
“Spending so much of your free time with me?”
You blink in surprise.
“What about your family?” he asks. “Or your other friends?”
You rest your chopsticks across your bowl.
“My family is... a little overbearing. They never really liked the idea of me living alone.”
“And as for friends..." You shrug. "Chelsea and you are really the only ones I have.”
“That doesn't seem right.”
You absentmindedly stir the broth.
“Relationships can be... difficult when your brain works a little differently.”
Xavier waits quietly, giving you time to continue.
“I forget things that matter. I interrupt people without meaning to. My mouth usually starts talking before my brain has finished processing the thought.”
You laugh softly at yourself.
“People often mistake that for not caring.”
“Or they think I'm lazy.”
“But you do care,” Xavier says.
You search for the right words.
“It's like my brain has twenty conversations happening at once. I want to pay attention to everything, but somehow I end up missing what's right in front of me.”
“How did you know you had ADHD?” Xavier asks.
“The signs were always there. My parents just thought I was an energetic child.”
You smile faintly.
“It wasn't until teachers kept complaining about my disruptive behavior that they finally took me to see a doctor.”
“They considered autism at first, but after several assessments, I was eventually diagnosed with ADHD as a young teenager.”
“When I first moved in, I read quite a lot about ADHD.” Xavier admits.
“I thought if I understood ADHD... I'd understand you.”
“I also read about treatment,” he continues.
“Medication. Therapy. Coaching.”
"I did try medication once," you admit.
"It did help me focus. But at the same time it also made me feel like... a zombie. Like I wasn't myself anymore.”
“So I stopped taking it.”
Silence settles between you as the broth continues to bubble.
Finally, Xavier reaches across the table, his little finger gently brushing against yours.
“Thank you,” he says quietly. “For trusting me enough to tell me.”
“If it means anything…”
“…I like you exactly the way you are.”
——————————————————————
If Xavier had to name the one thing he loved most about you, it would be your positivity.
You always seemed to wear a smile, radiating an effortless warmth. You had no problem poking fun at yourself or cracking jokes, even at the most inappropriate moments. And your laugh...
Your laugh alone was enough to wash away every ounce of Xavier's stress.
He had never once seen you in a bad mood.
Which is why the sight before him now stopped him in his tracks.
You sat slumped on a park bench, shoulders drooping, your usual spark nowhere to be found.
…
Earlier that evening, you'd gone into Linkon City to meet your best friend, Chelsea.
Xavier hadn't been thrilled about the idea of you spending a Saturday night at a bar in the middle of a busy city. Not because he wanted to stop you from going, but because he worried.
After much deliberation, he'd decided to swing by the bar you'd mentioned.
He only wanted to make sure you were safe, and selfishly, to ease his own mind.
…
“What happened to her?” Xavier asks, hurrying over.
“You must be Xavier,” Chelsea says, eyeing him. “The replacement roommate my bestie conveniently forgot to mention was a man.”
She gestures toward you.
“I'm Chelsea. She's fine, for the most part. She just drank a little too much. Alcohol tends to make her... droopy.”
She watches as Xavier crouches beside you, his concern obvious.
….
Ever since Chelsea moved out, she'd been buried under work. The two of you still texted and called whenever possible, but finding time to meet in person had become difficult.
“So good to see you, girl!” she'd greeted you with a hug the moment you stepped into the bar. “Sorry, work's been insane.”
Barely a minute later, she'd leaned across the table.
“So... how's the roommate situation going?”
Without a word, you'd shoved your phone into her face.
Displayed proudly on the screen was a picture of Xavier.
“His name's Xavier. He's a high school teacher.” Your grin widened. “Isn't he cute? He's handsome, soft-spoken, polite, patient... funny...”
Chelsea looked at you.
Then back at the phone.
“Your roommate... is a guy?!”
You blinked innocently.
“Yeah. Didn't I tell you?”
Chelsea rubbed both hands over her face.
After taking a moment to recover, she glanced up to find you smiling dreamily at the photo.
“Don't tell me you have a crush on him.”
You frowned in confusion.
“Oh, don't even try denying it.” Chelsea pointed at your face. “You've practically got hearts in your eyes.”
...
Watching Xavier now, she couldn't help smiling.
It looked like the feeling was mutual.
“Thanks for coming,” she says, standing. “I'll leave her in your capable hands.”
With one knowing smile, she waves goodbye.
…
Xavier unlocks the apartment door while supporting most of your weight against him.
He'd carried you all the way home.
“Let's get you cleaned up and into bed,” he murmurs.
He settles you onto the bathroom floor before soaking a washcloth beneath warm water.
With gentle movements, he wipes your face.
You blink up at him, your expression dazed.
“Do you think you can brush your teeth?”
You nod.
He helps you onto your unsteady feet.
Once you're brushing your teeth, he quietly slips away, returning with a pair of pajamas.
You promptly drop them onto the floor.
Instead, your fingers curl around the hem of his jumper.
“Off,” you mumble.
Xavier blinks.
Slowly, he pulls the jumper over his head.
The moment it's free, you snatch it from his hands, burying your face in the soft fabric.
“I want to smell like you.”
“I'll... leave you to get changed.”
He closes the bathroom door behind him.
When you emerge wearing his jumper, Xavier's heart skips a beat.
Without a word, he leads you to your bedroom, tucks you beneath the blankets, bids you goodnight, and retreats to his own room.
Only a few minutes pass before he feels the mattress dip.
His eyes flutter open.
There you are.
Silently climbing into his bed.
He doesn't stop you.
The moment you curl against his chest, he instinctively wraps both arms around you, holding you close.
You gaze up at him through sleepy, half-lidded eyes.
Slowly, you lean in.
He meets you halfway.
The kiss is soft.
Gentle.
Unhurried.
——————————————————————
The instant your eyes flutter open the next morning, still tucked safely in Xavier's arms, the memories of the previous night come rushing back.
Your eyes widen in horror.
You carefully slip out of his embrace, climb out of bed, and practically flee the room.
…
Xavier blinks the sleep from his eyes before noticing the empty space beside him.
Rising from the bed, he steps out of his room to see you pacing frantically across the living room.
The moment your eyes meet his, you freeze.
Then your hands begin flying through the air as words tumble out of your mouth so quickly they blur together into complete nonsense.
Xavier tries to interrupt, but you don't even seem to hear him.
Realizing words alone won't stop you, he gently cups your face in both hands.
His lips meet yours once more., effectively silencing you.
You go completely still for a heartbeat before melting into it, your eyes slowly fluttering shut as you kiss him back.
When he finally pulls away, only a few inches separate you.
“Since the whole school already thinks we're dating thanks to your little prank...”
“...why don't we make it a reality?”
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Hey everyone! 👋 I know I said I wouldn't post about the Lads Game after Valko's cancellation, but I've got some super important news about the Infold. I truly believe that if we spread the word, we can help save not just Valko, but the entire game!
I apologize if some of the subtitles are in Portuguese, but as I said earlier I am Brazilian so... I forgot to translate into English.
@madam8, @flirtwithluck, @theliving-radio, @rcvcgers, @wendeeesaucy, @igotanidea but once sorry for marking without asking permission, but it is very important!
Hello Sarah, it’s Diamonrot. I promise I’m not trying to add salt to your wounds by sending you another ask. I just saw your most recent post and I wanted to clarify one thing to you:
I hope my request to be untagged didn’t make you feel like I was suggesting you were a bad person. I swear to you, that is not what believe, I believe the exact opposite. I see you as someone passionate, who is just doing her best to spread information to others and protect a game we both love. Honestly, I admire that about you, I just have a different opinion on how to protect it.
So, I hope me and this whole situation doesn’t discourage you from posting, sharing and talking about what you care about on here because at the end of the day, your voice matters too. People’s voices and opinions mattering was all I wanted to advocate for, and if I failed to properly communicate that, I’m sorry.
Anyways, I do wish you the best. And I do understand this whole situation is hard on a lot of us, so if you need someone to talk to, feel free to reply to this ask, or message me privately. Otherwise, I won’t bother you further.
Please take care of yourself and remember you will always matter more than a game.
Thank you for your time.
Hi @diamonrot !! I appreciate your message and want to make it clear that the decision to delete my previous posts was not specifically motivated by it.
That choice came from my own insecurity with the posts. Because I was a shy person with no previous experience on social networks, I was afraid that, instead of helping, I might cause panic or unnecessary discomfort to fans of the game, due to the uncertainty of the information shared.
Also, I am very upset about the recent events involving the game. It's been emotionally draining for me, and because I suffer from chronic anxiety, it has deregulated me a lot. So I decided to take a break.
I hope you understand that your request would never be the reason for deleting the posts. In fact, he helped me realize how exhausting all of this has been and the need to take care of myself. Thank you for your previous words.
I would love to talk to you in private, because this whole situation is making me very sad and restless, without a direct response from Infold Games. It will be great to vent to you. 💖
Hi everyone. Due to a request I recently received in my inbox, I’ve decided to delete my previous posts. I definitely won’t be posting anything further regarding the situation with the game *Love and Deepspace*—I want to avoid any future misunderstandings, discomfort, or issues. That is why I’m usually quite reserved about these matters; I don’t want to give anyone the wrong impression of me. 😔😟
I hope that during the short time I was posting, I managed to clear up a few questions. My intention was never to cause misunderstandings or panic; from the very beginning, my only goal was to help and try to save the game we all love so much. 🙏💖
Thank you all, and goodbye. 👋🏽🥲
@madam8 , @diamonrot , @igotanidea , @flirtwithluck , @theliving-radio , @rcvcgers @wendeeesaucy but once I thank you for not getting mad at me for scoring without permission.
