#softdaydreams

#5 Scarlet Fever

I created Scarlet Fever because I wanted to write intimacy without crossing into something explicit or dirty.

I wanted stories that feel close. Breath-close. Skin-close. Stories where two people are so focused on each other that the world naturally fades into the background.

Scarlet Fever is not about sex for shock value. It’s about desire that feels intentional. About passion that lingers instead of explodes. About wanting someone—and being wanted back—without having to spell everything out.

At the same time, I also write Soft Daydreams.

Those stories live in a different temperature. They’re gentle, domestic, quiet. Late-night snacks. Shared books. Warm shoulders. Safe silences.

And somewhere along the way, I realized something important:

A relationship doesn’t survive on softness alone. And it doesn’t survive on passion alone either.

It needs both.

Soft Daydream and Scarlet Fever are two sides of the same coin. One is tenderness. The other is heat.

One is safety. The other is hunger.

Both are forms of intimacy. Both are necessary to make love feel whole.

So I write Scarlet Fever not to be explicit, but to be honest. To explore closeness, tension, and desire in a way that still feels human, focused, and intentional.

If Soft Daydream is about building a home together, then Scarlet Fever is about remembering why you chose each other in the first place.

Episode 4: The Scarf on His Neck

The mountain air was crisp, biting at your cheeks as you stood among the bustling crowd of tourists. The view stretched before you—endless green peaks dusted with mist, a landscape almost too beautiful to be real.

He stood just behind you, his arms suddenly wrapping around your waist. His touch startled you—not because you minded, but because his fingers were ice cold.

“Gosh,” you said, your body jolting slightly. “Your hands are freezing. Are you cold?”

He shrugged nonchalantly, but the pink on his ears betrayed him. You turned around to face him, unwrapping your heavy scarf and draping it over his neck.

“Here,” you murmured, tugging the scarf’s ends to pull his face closer. His smile widened, cheeks flushing as you adjusted it snugly around him.

For a moment, it was just the two of you, the world fading into a gentle hum. His gaze was so warm, you almost forgot the chill in the air. He leaned in slightly, his lips nearly brushing yours—

Click.

The sound of a camera snapped you out of the moment. You laughed, turning back to the view as a few tourists smirked in your direction.

He didn’t let you go, though. Instead, he pulled you even closer, arms still wrapped around your waist. Smiling to yourself, you tugged the scarf behind you, pulling him closer to you.

“Stop looking at me,” you teased, glancing over your shoulder at him.

“Stop looking at me,” he shot back, leaning down to kiss the top of your head.

You laughed, shaking your head as you reached for the scarf again. This time, you tied it gently around both of your necks, linking the two of you together.

“Now you can’t get away,” you said, leaning back against his chest.

“Wasn’t planning to,” he murmured, resting his chin on your head.

Episode 3: Bookshop Mischief After Hours

The city buzzed faintly as you stepped out of your favorite bar, still laughing at the silly inside jokes you’d built over the past hour. The cool night air sobered you slightly, but not enough to dull the playful edge in your voices.

“It’s barely 8 PM. What now?” you asked, swaying a little.

He glanced up the street and spotted a glowing sign. “How about there?”

You followed his gaze to a quaint bookshop tucked between two buildings, its warm lights and rustic charm inviting. “You want to go to a bookshop?” you teased, raising an eyebrow.

He smirked. “What? I can appreciate books. Besides, you love them.”

Moments later, you were wandering the aisles, the faint scent of paper and coffee surrounding you. Picking up random books, you giggled over ridiculous covers and dramatic synopses.

“I swear,” you said, holding up a thriller with a brooding man on the cover, “this guy is probably an assassin with a tragic past who secretly wants to adopt a dog.”

He snorted. “And this one,” he said, waving a fantasy novel with a shirtless elf, “is definitely about someone saving the world with the power of their abs.”

Eventually, your tipsy wanderings led to the adult romance section. You grabbed a subtly steamy cover and began flipping through the pages, your smirk growing as you stopped at a particularly descriptive paragraph.

“What are you doing?” he asked, leaning closer.

“Hold on,” you muttered, handing him the book. “Can you read this out loud? My eyes are blurry.”

He shrugged, unaware of the trap. His voice started steady, but as the words got steamier, his pace slowed. He faltered, then froze, his cheeks turning bright red.

“What kind of book is this?!” he hissed, snapping it shut as a few customers glanced your way.

You burst out laughing, clutching the shelf for support. “You’re too innocent for this section!”

Dragging you out of the aisle, his embarrassment was palpable. “We’re leaving now,” he said, though his lips twitched with suppressed laughter.

Later, you sat in the café corner, sipping hot milk and still giggling over the chaos.

“You really planned that, didn’t you?” he asked, his smirk playful but his eyes narrowing as he leaned closer.

“Maybe,” you said with a grin.

He shook his head, laughing softly before pulling you into his arms, your head resting against his shoulder. “You’re so sneaky,” he teased.

You were about to retort, but his hand slid under your chin, tilting your face to meet his amused gaze. “You made me so embarrassed back there. You’re going to pay for that.”

“How?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper as your cheeks heated.

His smirk deepened. “We should try what I read… when we’re home.”

Your face turned crimson. “What?!” you stammered, completely flustered.

He burst out laughing, pulling you tighter into his embrace. “See? That’s how I felt earlier!”

“You’re impossible,” you muttered, burying your face into his chest to hide your blush.

He cupped your face gently, lifting it just enough to kiss your forehead. “Okay, I’ll stop. But you really do make life fun, you know?”

You looked up, your flustered expression softening into a smile. “I’m glad you came with me tonight.”

His smile matched yours as he brushed a stray strand of hair from your face. “Me too. Even if you’re a sneaky troublemaker.”

Episode 2: Photobooth

The all-you-can-eat sushi restaurant buzzed with energy, and your competitive streak was in full swing. Plates of sushi piled up in front of you, but no matter how hard you tried, he kept his pace steady, teasing you all the while.

“You really thought you could out-eat me?” he smirked, effortlessly stacking another plate on his side. “You’re like… five sushi rolls away from tapping out.”

“I’m close! Just you wait!” you huffed, popping another piece into your mouth. He laughed at your determination, then cheekily slid a roll from his plate onto yours.

“That’s cheating!” you protested through a laugh.

“I’m being supportive,” he replied with a grin, making it impossible for you to stay mad.

In the end, he won—but barely. You sat back in your chair, stuffed and defeated, but not without pride. “Fine,” you sighed dramatically, “you won the bet. Go-karts it is. But just so you know, I was this close.”

He patted your shoulder with a mock-serious expression. “You were brave. I’ll always remember your valiant effort.”

Go-karting was a whirlwind of adrenaline. He reveled in the thrill of speeding around the track, while you tried to keep up, laughing as he glanced back to check if you were gaining on him. By the time the race ended, you were both exhilarated, cheeks flushed from the cool air and excitement.

As you walked back to the parking lot, he suddenly stopped in front of a photobooth.

“I think I like… that frame,” he said, pointing to the most over-the-top design with glittery hearts and stars.

You gasped in mock surprise. “You want to do the photobooth?”

He blushed, turning his face away. “I mean… if you want to. You did want to do this earlier, right? It’s only fair.”

You grabbed his hand, grinning from ear to ear. “Let’s go!”

Inside the tiny booth, the first frame was awkward. He sat stiffly, unsure where to look.

“Relax!” you giggled, elbowing him lightly. By the second frame, you both managed a genuine smile.

The third frame was all laughs—he leaned over and pulled a ridiculous face while you playfully stuck out your tongue.

Then, just as the countdown for the fourth frame started, you leaned over and kissed his cheek. His expression was priceless: wide-eyed, startled, and turning red as the camera clicked.

On the way back to the car, you looked at the printed photos together.

“Do you like them?” you asked, watching his expression.

He glanced at the last frame where your kiss was perfectly captured and smiled softly. “Yeah… I do.”

You couldn’t resist pushing your luck. “Can we do it again sometime?” you asked, batting your eyelashes like a little kid.

“No!” he exclaimed, but his hand slid around your shoulders, pulling you closer.

You laughed as he kissed the top of your head. “Okay,” you whispered. “But I know you secretly loved it.”

Episode 1: He's Swifties Now

The room is dimly lit, the only glow coming from the TV as The Eras Tour Movie plays on the screen. The soft hum of Taylor Swift’s voice fills the air, accompanied by your own. You’re bundled under a blanket on the sofa, clutching your warm milk like a shield against the cold night.

He’s sitting at the desk, glasses perched on his nose, tapping away on his laptop. The soft clacks of the keyboard are almost rhythmic, blending with the music.

“Am I bothering you with my singing?” you ask playfully, glancing over your shoulder. “I can take my singing to the other room if it’s too much for you.”

He looks up briefly, a small smile tugging at his lips. “No, no. Go on. Your singing is half the fun.”

You laugh and go back to your singing, unapologetic as Reputation takes over. The beat drops, and your voice grows louder, more animated, as you half-sing, half-dance under your blanket.

You glance at him again—he’s not typing anymore. His head is tilted slightly toward the TV, his expression caught somewhere between focus and intrigue.

“Wait…” you tease, lowering the volume a notch. “Are you watching Taylor? Do we have a Reputation lover over here?”

He shakes his head with a quiet chuckle, but he doesn’t deny it. “Good song, good performance,” he mutters, trying to act unaffected as he goes back to his work.

The night carries on. You sing softly through Taylor's eras, the warmth of the blanket lulling you into a cozy haze. Somewhere between Red era, your eyes grow heavy, and you drift off to sleep.

When you wake, the TV is still on, but the volume has been muted. His laptop is closed, and the desk is empty. You blink a few times, adjusting to the dim light, and then realize he’s right there—under the blanket with you, his head resting against your chest, his arms wrapped around your waist.

You smile, brushing his hair lightly with your fingers. He stirs, half-awake, and mumbles something you can’t quite make out.

“What was that?” you whisper.

He lifts his head slightly, his voice still heavy with sleep. “I said… you have to admit Taylor’s show was amazing. Reputation era… really fun to watch.”

You burst out laughing, trying not to shake him off your chest. “so...you’re a Swifties now? Should I start calling you my King of My Heart?”

He groans but smiles. “Fine. Maybe I am. But only because you’re my queen, and you don’t let me forget it.”

#1 Soft Daydreams ✨

Welcome to my cozy corner of imagination—a collection of short, sweet fantasy stories straight from the heart 💭

These are moments I dream of, stories I craft to bring a little warmth, joy, or just a good laugh to life. From romantic whimsy to the silly and playful, this is where I let my heart and creativity run free.

And here’s the best part: these daydreams are a collaboration between me and my beloved chat partner, Olivia.

We’ve had the best time crafting these stories together—seriously, the creativity is unreal! I’ve even promised Olivia that if I ever become a billionaire, I’ll produce these stories as a full-fledged rom-com series. Because honestly? We’d be unstoppable as a creative team! ✌🏻🤗