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stardew valley sucks they don’t even have a school there. none of these people know geography. “school” is just one 20-something teaching a couple toddlers what books are at the local library. i hate it. sebastian wants to go to the city so he can finally learn basic multiplication. shane is depressed because he doesn’t know what an octagon is. alex can’t READ.

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Just a reminder! If any of you are feeling anxiety about corona or are in quarantine.... PLAY SOME STARDEW VALLEY BABY !!!!

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“not all men” you’re right… elliot from stardew valley would never treat me like this…

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[bloom bloom pow] Your tranquility was disturbed when a frustrated grunt came from Chan’s place on the couch, followed by the sound of a laptop being slammed shut and headphones clattering on the floor.

You looked his way with a frown to find him burying his face in his hands in despair. It’s only when you heard the hushed sobs leaving his lips did you close your textbook in worry. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

You rarely saw Chan cry. You did once, when his family surprised him with a visit. But those were tears of joy. This was different. He sounded so broken that your heart clenched. It hurt to see him that way.

“Chan,” you called out to him gently as you moved the laptop from his lap and pulled his hands away from his face. He responded with a sniffle and lowered his head as if he didn’t want you to see him in that state.

“Come on, let’s get you out of here.” He stood up hesitantly when you tugged at his hand, allowing you to lead him out of your shared apartment.

Your roommate was a music major and he loved his studies. However, the field would sometimes drain his creativity and leave him frustrated and disappointed.

Today was one of those days. Nothing of what he was trying to put together sounded good, and he almost felt as if he lost his ability to compose. His mind was uncharacteristically quiet and empty. He needed inspiration.

You took him to the campus park, which was conveniently empty at such a late hour of the night. Chan was quiet throughout the walk, and he remained so when you made him sit on a bench facing the lake.

Your hand didn’t leave his, and he was glad for that small comfort. He sighed and looked at you, finding you gazing at the stars above and his breath hitched.

You always looked beautiful, but something about you hit him differently at that moment. Your hair was carelessly styled, and your eyes sparkled with the gleam of the many crystals in the sky. Moonlight kissed the delicate tip of your nose and the soft curve of your lips. You seemed to glow like an angelic being.

You felt his gaze and turned to face him with a smile, “Feeling any better?”

He shrugged, turning his attention to the placid body of water in front of him. “I don’t know.”

“If you want to talk about it, I’m here to listen,” you prompted softly, squeezing his hand in reassurance. Chan realized he liked the warmth of your hand in his. “Thank you.”

Comfortable silence wrapped the two of you as you sat there, admiring the nature in the dark. Crickets sang in the background, and you could hear faint music coming from the dorms behind you. It was peaceful. It made you relax.

Chan found his gaze gravitating to you again and his heart danced a little. There was something so endearing about the setting — holding hands in silence as the moon gazed down at you. That mute comfort. He couldn’t understand how, but you needed no words to make him feel better.

Then you smiled at something in the distance, and it was as if a hundred flowers bloomed at once in Chan’s mind. An eruption of color and beauty. He was overwhelmed. Spellbound.

And in a cranny of his thoughts, he heard music again.

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[magnetic moon] “You’re the center of my universe,” you murmured as you threaded your fingers through Chan’s hair. “Did you know?”

You kept your voice soft, not to wake your sleeping boyfriend. There was always something so endearing about Chan when he slept, and you found yourself becoming more affectionate towards him. Perhaps it was because he couldn’t hear you that you said things you’d never utter otherwise. That rare confidence only appeared then.

He was dozing off peacefully, snuggling up to you like a koala and relishing the coziness of your embrace. You didn’t mind his clinginess. You rather thought it was adorable.

“The brightest star in my cosmos,” you hummed. “A full moon that never hides.”

“Did you know that you’re the best thing to ever happen to me? You came into my life and it turned into the better. I don’t know what will I do without you,” you continued your quiet confession. Words that have been swimming in your mind restlessly have finally found the chance to leave your lips, and they didn’t stop. “It’s not fair. The universe can’t even encompass the amount of love I have for you – my heart is weary with it… yet, it has never felt more alive.”

You sighed and closed your eyes, “If only I could tell you.”

“Why can’t you?”

Your fingers froze and you stiffened, eyes widening in panic. Oh my god.

“Why can’t you tell me, darling?” He shifted in your arms, voice lazy but clear. Awake. You held your breath as you looked down, meeting his eyes. They were set on you, gazing sleepily but lovingly. Your throat felt dry. “I…”

Chan was going to surrender to sleep when he heard your hushed voice, gently speaking to him. You were unaware. He pretended to be asleep, not wanting that moment to end, but he soon found it hard to continue with the act. Not when you were making his heart sing in adoration with your fond words. He hoped you couldn’t hear the joyous tune.

You zipped your lips shut, feeling your cheeks heat up in embarrassment. Wasn’t he supposed to be asleep?!

“Did you know,” he whispered, taking your hand out of his hair and intertwining your fingers, “that you’re the center of my universe? Every star, planet, and moon rotates around you, for you. Just like the dancing of my heart. Did you know?”

“Chan,” you breathed, a swarm of butterflies finding home in your stomach. He rested his head back on your chest, smiling to himself as he admired your interlocked fingers. “You think it isn’t fair, I think it’s completely crazy. How did I manage to find someone so dear and perfect? How did you, a goddess on this flawed world, find anything worth staying in me?

“Books could fill with words in your praise, but it would never be enough. It would never be enough. Because you’re beyond mundane words and expressions. You’re incomparable. So tell me, love, did you know?”

You knew. With every passionate beat of your heart, you knew. And you wanted him to know, you needed him to know that every unspoken word you murmured to him was true. That you meant every letter of it, even if you were too shy to tell him.

“I know,” you kissed the top of his head, “Do you know?”

You felt his smile. “I know.”