#I just vividly remember asking for it be flavored that way

[emmyrosee]

“Can I have a taste of yours?”

Pausing his walking through the loud streets downtown, Iwaizumi chuckles as your fingers gently tug the hem of his shirt, the slush in his paper cup slowly turning into juice the longer it lingers in the summer heat. He looks down at the blue raspberry treat before back at you, a small ring of pink settled on your lips and staining your tongue.

He told you that you should just get blue raspberry. You told him to shut up.

“I vividly remember saying that we should get a large and share,” he says, tossing an arm over your shoulders and keeping the cup in his free hand. “But nooo, you wanted strawberry.”

“I’ll give you some of mine if you give me some of yours,” you negotiate with a smile, and he snorts softly before shaking his head.

“I don’t need some of yours, I have my favorite flavor here.”

“Our favorite,” you coo, and he scoffs playfully. Your fingers move from his tank top to link with the fingers that are draped over your shoulder, and he squeezes them happily.

“I feel like this is a damn trap,” He says, and you snicker. “Is this your silly ass way of asking me to switch?”

“When have I ever done that-“

“I will pull out the receipts, don’t even start.” You laugh at his threat, rather than try to deny it further, because there’s a very clear video on Hajime’s phone if you, using your puppy eyes to switch meals with Matsukawa of all people, during his last visit, and he obliged with a sigh and a shake of his head.

Truly got everyone wrapped around that little damn finger.

“Haji,” you giggle, and he quirks a brow and tips his head back down to you. “Your lips- they’re blue.”

He goes cross eyed for a moment, as if to try and see the tint of blue, before letting his tongue hang out of his mouth where he finally does see the dark blue stain on his tastebuds. You laugh at the sight as he pulls his tongue back in, now smiling down at you.

“Yeah? Well your tongue’s all red.”

You mimic his actions with your own tongue, smiling at the red, almost pink stain that litters your own tongue.

“We could make purple?” You offer, wiggling your eyebrows and making him roll his dark eyes.

“There’s kids here.”

“So?”

You clearly don’t care that you’re in public, and admittedly, he doesn’t either. And there’s something about the way youre cheekily looking up at him, a bite of your lip and a ‘come get me’ bat of your eyes that do, inevitably, have him leaning forwards to encase you in a kiss. Your arms toss around his neck and keep him as close as you can get him, and he grunts in approval for the simple little control. At first, he keeps the cold cup away from your hip, but he knows you love to be held, and he’d be a dirty liar if he said the way you’d shiver against him wouldn’t be exhilarating.

His chilled hand and cup comes down to settle against you, and the little gasp you pant forces him to growl hungrily and tug you closer.

You taste like strawberries, familiar and sweet with just a hint of sugar, your lips are cold but your mouth is warm, and it has his head spinning every which way because it’s you.

There isn’t a time when kissing you doesn’t do that to him.

With a whine as he slowly pulls away, you chase his lips with tiny little pecks and bites of his lip, trying desperately to keep the moment and affection going.

“Any luck?” You whisper, doey eyes looking up at him as you pant needily. Dark eyes flick to your lips, and even though there’s a small tinge of blue to your lips, he doesn’t acknowledge it.

“Nah,” he says softly. Then, he gives you a grin and rests his forehead against yours.

“Maybe we gotta try harder.”

[oxyvouge]

ੈ never have i ever kissed you. ✩‧₊˚

summary: wherein you, the marauders, lily, marlene and regulus played the muggle game "Never Have I Ever."

━━ ✦ pairing(s): marauders, lily, marlene and regulus x fem! reader

━━ ✦ warning: kissing

━━ ✦ word count: 1.3k

author's note: lets just pretend they have a high tolerance or theyre a lil affected by it cuz i forgot to write it down there 😭. btw sirius and reggie r on good terms here and also — ITS DANE DEEHAN'S PETER AND I CANNOT NOT ADD HIM WHEN HE'S HOT 😭😭😭😭

THE MARAUDERS, a few other friends, and you gathered in the common room, forming a circle for a muggle game Lily called "Never Have I Ever." The concept piqued your interest; it was something entirely new to you and sounded like you would have a good time especially when you heard how the game works.

But before that you, Sirius, Peter, and Lily went to the kitchens to take some snacks, glasses, and a few bottles of firewhisky for this and went back to the common room where the others were waiting and circled.

Lily initiated the round, her eyes scanning each person in the circle. "Never have I ever," she began, a mischievous glint in her eyes, "tasted the poop flavor in Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans." Laughter erupted as James, Remus, and a few others reached for the firewhisky and took a drink. Sirius and you couldn't help but burst into laughter too, sympathizing with their unfortunate experiences.

"It was bloody awful! Feels like I was gobbling up Pads' poop by mistake." James wrinkled his nose, wincing as the firewhisky blazed its way down his throat. Sirius burst into laughter, but his chuckles abruptly halted as James' comment hit his ears and you choked on your saliva. With a flushed face, Sirius playfully smacked James on the back, eliciting a groan from him. "Fuck."

The empty glasses clinked as they were refilled, the game continuing with fervor. Seated next to Lily, Marlene was thinking of what to ask. "Never have I ever lost my chocolate frog and found it in front of a teacher." Peter drank his firewhisky.

"I remember this!" You exclaimed with a chuckle, clutching a treacle tart. "Peter lost his chocolate frog while going inside the castle from Hogsmeade and tried to go after it only for it to end up in Professor McGonagall's palms. Then, she gave it to Peter and Peter ate it after brushing the dirt away."

Remus took his turn, a playful glint in his eyes. "Never have I ever been caught by Filch while out of bed after curfew." The Marauders, excluding Remus and including you, raised their glasses to their lips, taking hearty swigs of firewhisky.

Lily's eyebrows arched curiously, her gaze shifting toward you. "Even you, Y/N?" You shrugged with a sheepish grin, caught in the act. "What were you up to?"

You intended to avoid the question, but Marlene piped up, unable to resist the urge to share, "Oh, it's either she's setting up pranks with them," She gestured towards the infamous Black and Potter duo, who responded with knowing smirks, "Or she's engaged in some secret snogging rendezvous with Black."

"Which Black are we talking about here?" You countered mischievously, casting an amused glance at both brothers.

"Both," Marlene replied with an air of nonchalance, earning a round of chuckles from the group, a coughing Regulus, and a shock i-don't-know-what-to-say-i-feel-betrayed Sirius.

The blonde female had frequently stumbled upon them in rather compromising situations. On various occasions, it happened to be you and Regulus emerging from a cupboard, catching Marlene on her way to class. The sight of you and the younger boy with tousled hair, swollen lips, and flushed cheeks was hard to miss. Marlene also vividly remembered the time she stumbled upon you and Sirius, who were well on their way to shagging, both only partially clothed and entangled on the bed. Fortunately — for Marlene's case — she barged in before all the rest of their garments were thrown on the floor and preventing further embarrassment.

Honestly, who could really blame her? It wasn't her decision to conduct such activities within a shared dorm room, where other roommates also resided.

Marlene's cheeks heated as memories replayed in her mind. She shook her head, murmuring, "It's a traumatic experience."

Seated between you and Remus, Sirius wore a knowing smirk, mischief glinting in his eyes. Your heart fluttered as you felt a tinge of nervousness, his transparent mischievousness making you uneasy. "Never…" He began, his words causing a slight stumble in your breath as he continued, "have I ever kissed Y/N." Once more, you found yourself momentarily taken aback, a surprised reaction escaping you.

Sirius' gaze swept across the group, his smirk growing as he met each person's eyes, enjoying their reactions. With a feeling of delightfulness, he snatched the bottle of firewhisky and took a victorious swig. Nearby, Regulus raised an eyebrow, his amusement detached yet evident, as he took a casual sip of his own firewhisky. "Just u—" He began, his sentence left hanging in the air, a smirk curving his lips.

Lily roll her eyes and playfully retort, "Trying to embarrass everyone now, are we? Well, I can't say I'm surprised. Cheers to your boldness, I suppose." She then took a sip of her firewhisky, shaking her head with a mix of amusement and annoyance at Sirius' antics.

"Wait a second — everyone?" Sirius exclaimed, his tone a mix of disbelief and amusement. Marlene couldn't contain herself and erupted into laughter, finding the situation utterly comical. With a gleeful grin, she grabbed the firewhisky and took a big gulp. "Even McKinnon? Seriously, Y/N, how did you do it?" Sirius continued, his smirk growing wider.

Observing the scene, Remus couldn't help but roll his eyes playfully, his expression a blend of exasperation and fondness. He reached for his firewhisky and took a measured sip, his gaze briefly locking with yours.

You nonchalantly replied. "She was asking me to teach her how to kiss — who am I to refuse?" Peter let out a nervous chuckle and take a small sip of firewhisky.

As Sirius noticed the sip Peter took, his eyebrows arched mischievously. He glanced at you and exchanged an amused look with Lily. Lily, her curiosity piqued, raised an eyebrow and inquired, "Even Peter?" Her surprise was evident, the corners of her lips twitching in a mixture of astonishment and amusement.

All eyes turned to James, who met their gaze with an intrigued quirk of his eyebrow. His gaze then shifted to you, his lips curling into a mischievous grin as he leaned back in his chair. "Looks like I've fallen a bit behind, haven't I?" he mused, a glint of determination lighting up his eyes.

In a flash, he rose from his seat, a confident swagger in his step as he dropped down to one knee in front of you. His presence felt magnetic as he leaned closer, his hand gently cupping your cheek, and before you could fully process the moment, his lips met yours in a quick, playful kiss.

The room was filled with a collective gasp as all eyes turned to both of you as James pulled back, a triumphant smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. James then took the bottle of firewhisky from Sirius and chugged the remaining liquid down.

A mixture of shock, amusement, and admiration swept across their faces. Lily's jaw dropped slightly and twitching into an amused smile. Remus's eyebrows shot up, his usual composed demeanor momentarily replaced by astonishment. Sirius's playful grin widened into genuine surprise, and even Peter seemed momentarily stunned, his mouth hanging open. Marlene let out an excited whoop, her surprise quickly turning into enthusiastic cheers. Regulus raised an eyebrow, a subtle flicker of being taken aback swept across his features.

James' smirk softened into a warm grin as he glanced at you, his eyes locking onto yours for a heartbeat before he turned back to the others. "Honestly, Prongs." You stated recovering from your surprised state with a fond smile tugging on your lips.

A mischievous glint danced in Marlene's eyes as she playfully nudged Sirius with her elbow. "Seems like you're not the only one stealing the show tonight, Black."

A warm chuckle rumbled from Remus as he shook his head, a genuine fondness reflecting in his gaze. "You've outdone yourself, Prongs."

Even Regulus's typically stoic expression softened, a subtle twitch at the corner of his mouth betraying his amusement. "Quite the move," he conceded.

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[marlynnofmany]

I Know A Guy

The post office on this space station was close to the landing docks, nice and convenient, so several of us went to check our mail while Captain Sunlight met with the sister ship. Not all of the crew had mail drops set up, but I did; this station was a big hub that we stopped at with some regularity. Perfect for relaying the occasional news from home.

And care packages, as it turned out.

I opened the box with some curiosity, sitting on a bench while the others waited in line and the spaceport bustled around us. Inside I found multivitamins, a letter from my parents, a type of cereal that I’d loved as a kid, and a smaller box with a sun logo.

“Ooh, what’d you get?” Paint asked, trotting over with her own box clutched to her scaly orange chest.

“A lot of stuff,” I said in distraction, turning the sun box in search of words. No luck. I opened it to find a fist-sized yellow globe and a base with lots of buttons. And an instruction booklet, thankfully. “Oh, it’s a sun lamp!”

“It even looks like a little sun; how nice! Is it warm, or just bright?” Paint gave it an appreciative look while she opened her package.

“Not sure yet.” I skimmed the instructions and decided to leave that for later. “It’s thoughtful, though. I think my parents were concerned that I’m not getting enough Vitamin D up in space. And other vitamins.” I rattled the bottle.

“That’s a lot of vitamins.”

“Yup. And look, they found the discontinued cereal! I thought it was gone for good.” I carefully opened a corner and fished out a palmful of the maple syrup flavored crunchy goodness that I hadn’t had in years. It was just as tasty as I’d remembered.

Paint sniffed the air. “I don’t recognize that smell. What kind of food is it?”

“Breakfast food,” I said. “I think it’s wheat based, so it’s basically made from ground-up seeds, and flavored with sweet tree sap.”

“That’s … creative,” Paint said.

“Delicious, too. Most tree saps aren’t worth eating, but this one is.” I crunched another mouthful. “Want some?”

“No thank you,” was the prim answer that I’d fully expected. “But look what I got! Fancy heat stickers!” Paint held up a stack of vividly colored starburst shapes, fanned out like playing cards. “I’m going to see if Sunlight, Coals, and Eggskin want any.”

“Thoughtful of you,” I said, closing up the cereal. All four of the lizardy Heatseekers on our ship enjoyed warm things. The ambient temperature was always kept at a comfortable compromise for the various species onboard, but a handy little warm sticker that wouldn’t get in the way was bound to be appreciated.

“Oh, they’re even scented,” Paint said, rubbing one against her snout. “I’m going to have to order more of these.” She sorted through the stack, checking scents and color variations.

Mur and Zhee were still in line, stuck behind a Frillian who was shipping many things to many places, so I settled in to read the note from home while I waited. It was a nice update on the various goings-on of the extended family; all reasonably good news, nothing earth-shattering. Somebody got a scholarship, somebody had twins, somebody was doing well in a competitive bumper-ship derby league, and was incredibly excited about it. There was a lot of detail about that one. I got the impression that this particular second cousin had given everybody a rundown at a family gathering, so now they all knew more about the best types of shrapnel shielding than they probably wanted to. Sounded like the favorite was a human-made version, combining tech that other species had already come up with. The force field worked with the ship’s scanner to predict which parts of the shield would need the most power for a given impact. My cousin was a big fan.

The quiet slap of tentacles on the ground accompanied Mur. “Well that was a long wait,” he said. “But now I’m all set for media for the foreseeable future.” He held a data chip in one tentacle.

Zhee was right behind him, hissing in what sounded like joy instead of irritation for once. He set a box down between his bug feet, not waiting for a bench, and tore it open with his pincher arms. Inside was something that looked like another kind of data chip, and something with straps that I couldn’t begin to figure out.

“Excellent,” Zhee said. “The correct version, the highest quality, and Trrili does not get to listen to it, heathen that she is.”

It took me a second. “Oh, that’s music?” I thought back to the impassioned rant about Trrili’s incorrect opinions on traditional Mesmer leg-singing. I hoped Zhee played it quietly. “And is that — I want to say ‘headphones,’ but—”

“Personal speakers, yes,” Zhee said as he stuffed it all back in the box. “I will be able to listen to the glorious arias in privacy.”

Paint nodded. “Great idea.” She’d heard the leg-singing when I did, and probably wasn’t eager to hear the artful screeching again.

I was trying to guess whether Zhee would be offended if I asked where his ears were, since it occurred to me that I didn’t actually know. But the others were gathering up their things to head back to the ship, and I decided to put it off until later. Maybe I’d ask Eggskin the medic instead.

Something occurred to me as I put the letter back in the box. “Hey guys, pose for a second. I want to send my family a picture with some of my cool alien coworkers.”

The three of them agreed that they were awesome and worth photographing. (Their responses ranged from excited to confident to egotistical.) A few moments later, I had a fantastic group selfie to send with my letter back. Paint’s open-mouthed lizard smile was adorable; Mur stood tall on his blue-black tentacles; Zhee loomed over all of us with the lights shining off his purple exoskeleton; then there was me grinning in the front. I’d definitely be keeping a copy of this.

We made our way back to the ship where it was parked next to a similar lemon-shaped courier ship with folded solar sails. The two captains hadn’t gone inside yet, which made me wonder what they were discussing with such intense expressions.

As we approached, Captain Sunlight was saying, “I may know someone who can help us out, but I’d hate to give him the satisfaction.”

She broke off when Paint trotted up to give her a handful of heat stickers and to show off the blue-white one she herself was wearing. Apparently it smelled like a plant I’d never heard of.

“Thank you; that’s very thoughtful,” Captain Sunlight said. “Those sound like just the thing.” She picked out a green one and pasted it to her own chest, where it contrasted nicely with her yellow scales.

Zhee and Mur tromped into the ship. I lingered, curious. “Is all the ship business going all right?” I asked.

“For the moment,” the captain said as she stowed the rest of the stickers and the backing for that one in her belt pouch. “Just considering our options with some monetary considerations.”

Captain Kamm waved a tentacle. “Both ships are on the family plan for damage insurance, and the rates have made an unpleasant jump.”

I shifted the box to my other side. “Do we need to earn more money?”

“No, it will be all right.” Captain Sunlight shook her head. “I have a lead on a better deal. I just need to make a call or two.”

Captain Kamm ushered us all into our ship, wasting no time. Paint disappeared to share her heat stickers while the two captains adjourned to the lounge. I put my things away and hurried back. No one had told me to mind my own business, so I was going to listen in before writing a letter to send back home.

I was quick, but Captain Sunlight was quicker. She was just ending the holo call when I arrived. A green-scaled Heatseeker gazed earnestly from the projection, urging her to get back to him as soon as she could.

“If you can get better shields, I can promise you a savings of at least 15% compared to your current plan!”

“Yes, thank you,” Captain Sunlight said. “I’ll see what I can do. Say hi to the elders for me.”

He said he would, and she turned off the projection with another deep sigh. Captain Kamm sat next to her, weaving tentacles together thoughtfully.

Captain Sunlight tossed the communicator onto the table and sat back with folded arms. “Of course it couldn’t be that simple. He talks a good game at every gathering, but oh no: prerequisites.”

I sat down at the end of the couch, absently petting Telly who was curled up in the center. In proper cat fashion, she responded by stretching to take up even more space. I was thinking about what the captain had just said about shields.

I asked, “Does he need a certain kind in order to get us the better deal?”

Captain Sunlight waved a hand. “Just a higher degree of resistance to micrometeorites. The shielding we have is perfectly serviceable, but it’s apparently not enough for the good rates.”

“Would we need to overhaul everything, or would it be enough to layer another kind over what we have? Like, say, a kind that connects to the ship’s scanners?”

The captain gave me a look. “Do you have a specific type in mind?”

“Possibly,” I said. “Are you familiar with bumper-ship derbies?”

Captain Kamm twirled a tentacle. “That’s some of the human ‘adrenaline junkie’ nonsense, yes?”

“I think there are some Smashers and other races that really get into it as well, but yes,” I said. “The letter from home I just got mentioned the shielding they use.”

I explained what I knew while they listened intently. Paint came in to join us and sat on the other side of Telly, who took the extra attention as her due. By the time I was done talking, everyone in the room was looking optimistic.

“Go ahead and reach out,” Captain Sunlight said. “We don’t have to rush off anytime soon. With any luck, we can get all this settled at once.”

“Here’s hoping!” Captain Kamm said, touching four tentacle-tips together over her head in what looked like the Strongarm version of crossed fingers.

“I’ll see if I can route a call through to home now,” I said, getting up.

Telly meowed in protest at the movement, then crawled onto Paint’s lap and rubbed her head against the heat sticker, purring audibly. Paint looked delighted.

I left with a wave, hurrying off to my quarters with plans to make a phone call, potentially save the day, then set up the sun lamp for the benefit of a certain fuzzy little heat-lover as well as for my own sake.

~~~

These are the ongoing backstory adventures of the main character from this book.

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The sequel novel is in progress (and will include characters from these stories. I hadn’t thought all of them up when I wrote the first book, but they’re too much fun to leave out of the second).

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For the NSFW alphabet:

N and W.

Yes, I would like to know the turn OFF´s for our blue haired curse. And the Wild Card.

If he has any at all. X)

And random headcanons are often hilarious.

Hell yeah! Thank you so much for the request 😄I am happy to deliver ;)

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N - No-go. (Things that are a major turn off.)

Mahito doesn’t like when you try to push past your limits.

He knows that he has an insane amount of stamina, and your human body often struggles with taking that during sex. For that reason, Mahito constantly monitors you. He pays close attention to your reactions or your heartbeat. He even thinks in his head, asking himself how long it has been since you last drank a glass of water. Fuck. He also pays attention to how much you sweat. Mahito is very educated on how the human body works after doing so much research on the topic. He needs to make sure that he’s not hurting you.

But you’re such a slut for him. A lot of the times, you disregard your own well being just to give Mahito more pleasure. The curse bond makes you want to push past your limits in order to give your body to him. You genuinely want him to use you.

The idea of having you so eager to please is a huge turn-on, of course.

But if you start neglecting your own health and well-being??

No. Absolutely not.

Mahito can vividly remember the time that he fucked you when you woke up from sleeping for ten hours. You hadn’t drunken any water at all. Your body was heavy and sluggish as he thrusted into you from behind. You were moaning like crazy. He knew that you were enjoying it. But after a while, you started to speak in a way which didn’t make any sense. Slurring your words together and breathing harshly. Your heartbeat was going so fast. Your heart had to work twice as hard due to the dehydration.

It didn’t matter how much you moaned and begged him for more.

The second that Mahito realized the harm he was doing to your body, he instantly started to go flaccid and pulled out of you. He didn’t care about your whines. He simply got you a glass of water and forced you to drink it.

Mahito only likes giving you pain in the form of spanking or fucking you roughly. If it’s something seriously hurtful then he isn’t turned on by it.

“Stop whining, little human. You need water. Drink this for Mahi, mm?”

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W - Wild card (any headcanon)

Mahito finds it so endearing that you enjoy braiding his hair. He loves to feel your hands on his scalp. Weeding through the soft strands of blue hair. You always seem so proud once you’re done. You smile so beautifully.

He also loves ice cream. Any flavor. Once you introduced him to it, he just couldn’t get enough. He likes to get ice cream in a waffle cone, that’s his favorite dessert. Mahi actually has quite the sweet tooth and he finds it very fun to decorate the ice cream with sprinkles and syrup.

Mahito actually doesn’t enjoy playing chess too much. He gets bored with it easily because it just isn’t stimulating enough for his intelligent brain. He only ever gives in and plays with you because he knows that it turns you on to see him win every time. ;)

Mahito likes seeing you wearing your pajamas. He thinks that they look cute on your smaller body. And it’s fun to see you in such casual attire. He likes the type of pajamas which have fun little patterns on them. Either funny or cute patterns would spark his interest.

One of these days, you will come up with the idea to gift Mahito a pair of bunny slippers and he will go absolutely insane. He’ll just wear them around the mansion constantly. Stomp around so that the ears will perk up with every step that he takes. He loves silly things like that.

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Doksoo short angst fic (51!KDJ and “HSY”)

Based on the third part of this post by @lialox

[Kim Dok ja]

The fourth wall’s voice came in and out randomly, as if it was also running out of things to converse about.

Which regression turn was it, now?

I couldn’t remember.

I closed my eyes. A blurry vision of Yoo Joonghyuk sleeping soundly on a quiet night with his companions surrounding him came to mind.

He was asleep, huh..

My sight returned back to the empty subway. 

I thought about Yoo Joonghyuk’s companions around him again.

…

Deep down, did I wish my companions were here, as well?

It would hurt them.

My stories were still slowly floating out the window. Perhaps, by the end of this turn, I would truly forget all of my memories.

A tingling sensation began to creep up my chest. It was a thought.

[N ot a go od ide a]

The fourth wall spoke, as if knowing in an instant what I was going to do.

I let out a faint chuckle.

“But if I don’t do it now, will I ever be able to say those words again?”

The comments I wanted to make on the Ways of Survival one last time.

I slowly drew in a deep breath.

[Bookmark “Director of the False Last Act” has been activated!]

The memories I recalled about Han Sooyoung. Both of the one I knew, and the one who saved me. Tls123. The memories I had of them began to slowly float up to the surface of my consciousness.

“Who do you think…”

“A very big baby..” 

“You, you…”

“You better read it…”

“Even if it’s over three thousand chapters…”

Some memories I recalled vividly, some I weren’t sure if it was just my imagination. Nonetheless, all those moments began to converge into one single avatar.

A figure slowly materialized in front of me. A tiny portion of my stories sank into that figure.

A young woman of short stature, her dark hair flowing down to just about her shoulders. A beauty mark beneath her right eye. The white coat that fitted over her body. 

I stared up at that figure’s dark eyes.

[Due to the “Most Ancient Dream”’s blessing, the skill’s application period has been changed to infinite.]

I wished this moment could last forever, too.

“Hey, why are you crying!?”

The avatar behaved exactly like how I expected Han Sooyoung would. She removed the lemon candy sticking out of her mouth and shoved it hurriedly down her pocket. She then picked out another one from somewhere.

“Hey..”

That lemon candy wasn’t forcefully stuffed in my mouth. Instead, she simply bent down and handed it to me.

One of my hands was still holding onto the phone, and the other was covering my face. Han Sooyoung’s concerned expression deepened.

“Tch.. guess I’ll have to do it myself.”

She carefully unwrapped the candy and waved it over my mouth.

“Say ahh.”

Was it because I looked like a child now? I couldn’t help but get slightly annoyed. Nonetheless, I decided to play along.

I opened my mouth as she placed the candy on my tongue.

The lemon candy had no flavor.

Han Sooyoung threw herself onto the seat next to me with a thud, patting my hunched over back softly.

[The fourth wall is shaking!]

[The fourth wall is shaking..]

[The fourth wall…]

After a while, the messages slowly disappeared. Maybe that guy decided to go away for a while.

“What’s wrong, huh?” Han Sooyoung asked, snapping me out of my short trance. She looked down at the phone in my hand.

“You’re reading it again?”

This time, instead of sounding annoyed, she sounded rather gleeful.

I nodded softly. “Yeah.”

Han Sooyoung smirked.

“It was a really great story, isn’t that right?”

The phone I held fell onto the cold floor with a soft thud. Tiny pieces of glass broke off from the screen, but I couldn’t care less.

I’d said something like that before, didn’t I..?

I nodded again, biting down on my dry lips.

“Yeah.”

“What do you think about it?” 

I couldn’t stop myself now. The words began to flow out of my mouth like water bursting out of a broken dam. The words I’d always wanted to tell her, the author. The comments I could no longer write. 

As I kept rambling on and on, her expression shifted along with my energy. She laughed when I got upset, and sarcastically consoled me at the parts that saddened me. 

One thing was consistent, though.

She would smile whenever I mentioned I loved this story more than anything.

I couldn’t tell how much time had gone by. I kept talking as my stories kept floating away. Is this what they mean when they say “time flies by when you’re having fun”?

I’d stop at certain points to catch my breath. Whenever that happened, I’d notice our reflection on the subway window. A young woman with a child whose clothes are too large for his body, both wearing the same white coat like a bring-your-parent-to-school day silly getup. Han Sooyoung would notice what I was seeing, too.

“You look horrible in that.”

But in my eyes, all I saw was a child talking away happily to his guardian.

I smiled.

“I know.”

As the time kept going by, I began to grow tired.

Of talking.

Even though I still had a million more words to say to her.

Han Sooyoung’s soft hand rested on my head, hastily brushing away my loose hair. Without another word, she pulled my small head down to rest on her lap.

There was no familiarity in this feeling. It was strange.

“Sleep, Kim Dokja.” She muttered, slowly removing her hand. My legs were still folded up on the seat awkwardly. She shook her head, as if disappointed. “Stretch your legs!”

I did as she told, letting my legs stretch along the seats. I remember counting the seats each time I was in this position. Originally, it was roughly five seats. Now, it was barely three.

Her dark eyes glanced at me again.

“Seriously…” she grumbled. “Do you need a lullaby or something to sleep? Why am I asking this.. but you’re a child, after all.”

She seemed to direct that last line as a joke.

I shook my head.

Han Sooyoung chuckled to herself, resting her chin on the hand that wasn’t caressing my head.

“Of course you don’t. You’d listen to stories. And only one, for that matter. How stubborn..”

Then, she began recounting the tales of Ways of Survival.

Did Han Sooyoung used to do this?

I had asked myself that question numerous times over since the moment I began talking to “Han Sooyoung”.

If the avatar was truly generated from my memories, then..

Then…

Then how could she be doing things I don’t even expect her to do.

My thoughts came to a halt when she began to recount my favorite part.

Whatever it was, I’d rather relish this moment, even if it’s just for a second more.

I slowly fell asleep listening along to her voice.

…….

When I woke up, the subway was empty again.

I must’ve unknowingly deactivated the skill when I was asleep.

In the dream, I continued to watch Yoo Joonghyuk’s regression turn.

But this time, “Han Sooyoung”’s voice accompanied me.

The author that originally breathed life into this world.

Just to keep a single person alive.

I stared down at my hands, the ends of it still breaking away into the distance.

My stories were leaking out at a much faster pace than before.

[Sl e pt we ll?]

The fourth wall’s voice returned. 

I couldn’t answer it.

In a way, it must’ve been one of the best night’s sleep I’ve ever had in my life.

I opened my mouth to say something, but no words came out.

The fourth wall sighed.

[St i ll c ry ing]

…….

Han Sooyoung, who was now in the 1865th turn, was standing guard for the other companions as they slept out of exhaustion. She stared up at the night sky, trying to find the star that shone the brightest.

Just now, she had a rather silly thought, that perhaps that guy would’ve created another avatar to accompany himself in that train. Maybe that avatar would look like her. Maybe that avatar would be patient enough to listen to his ramblings about the story he loved the most. Maybe that avatar would’ve taken care of him in her stead, at least for now.

She felt a small tear forming at the corner of her eye.

“What am I thinking…” 

She shook those thoughts off.

“But that guy would definitely do such a thing.”

[pasta-in-the-pudding]

SO IM SORRY IF THIS IS REALLY RANDOM BUT IF ITS OK COULD I REQUEST TICCI TOBY,MASKY,HOODIE,EJ WITH A TEEN!READER that's like shy but when the reader gets more comfortable around them, reader acts childish/shows their inner child bc they had to grow up quickly ifykwim

(this sounds so cringe >_< 😭)

Theres no such thing as bad cringe here, friend. Be as cringe as you'd like!

Thank you so much for requesting!!

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Toby

Meeting you was pretty normal for him

Most of the other kids around the manor are pretty shy too, so you being shy doesnt matter to him

But once you start getting more comfortable with him, and start opening up more, he notices that you aren't really all that shy, just kind of...yk...traumatized??

He is here for it though, and will do all the things with you

He'll get matching footie pj's with you, He'll get you your favorite childhood snack, you'll turn on your favorite cartoon and He'll help you make an awesome pillow fort

Or, if you prefer, a blanket coccoon for you to snuggle into while you watch your cartoons

He'll also get things that remind him of you

"Y/n i saw this squishmellow and thought of you! Also, i got you some more snacks in this new flavor we haven't tried"

Also, i feel like he'd be the one you go to if you wanna play any games

Lord knows that boy has too much energy for his own good

His favorite is hide and seek, but if you wanna play something else, he's fine with that too

I warn you though, he's very good at hide and seek...

Masky

Masky isn't terrible with kids, but he isn't the greatest

Teenagers are his favorite to babysit/watch, because he can just leave them alone for the most part, if they need anything, they know where to find him

So when you start to open up and show your more childish side, he is kind of taken aback

Not in a bad way, of course

Just shocked, is all

Mostly, he's just glad that you're finally opening up and being yourself

And i mean hey, if coloring in coloring books and eating fruit snacks makes you happy, then who is he to judge?

He won't partake in these activities himself, but if you wanna talk to him about it, then he's all ears

He'll show you his favorite cartoons he watched when he was a kid, he'll show you his favorite childhood snacks, and he'll tell you stories he picked up in his life

Like toby, he will also help you build a wonderful pillow fort

And tim, hes a real manly man, you know, good at building and hunting and stuff

So you KNOW that its gonna be less of a pillow fort and more of a pillow palace

Also, i feel like one of the creeps has a picture of him somewhere, all snuggled up into a pillow, nice and asleep inside your pillow fort while you watch tv

Its used as blackmail, of course

Hoodie

Hoodie loves kids

He's always wanted a kid of his own, he remembers vividly daydreaming about it as a little schoolboy

His occupation has put a bit of a hold on that dream, but the manor has plenty of children that are always begging to be played with

And so, it's probably no wonder you were drawn to him

He's just got such a good vibe, you know?

Like you know that you could tell him anything and he'd just smile and say "i think you should keep living your best life"

Like toby, he goes all out

He probably won't wear footie pj's but yk

He's not too terribly good at making pillow forts, but oh my god can he throw a tea party

And he'll let you do his hair and makeup too!

After his numerous tea parties with sally, he knows all the proper etiquette too

He'd also probably be the one on this list who'd spoil you the most

Literally just ask and he'll probably buy it/make it for you 😭

Eyeless Jack

From a medical standpoint he is very worried for you

His first reaction to you opening up was his eyes slightly widening and his thoughts going "good god who fucked up this kid??"

However, he understands that for a lot of people indulging in childhood interests is a coping mechanism that is very helpful

And it's not hurting you or anyone else, so why would he care?

He studies you intently

He won't actively indulge in your activities like everyone else

He mostly just sits somewhere close by and watches your behaviors

He wants to know what is normal for you and what isn't, that way if your mental health takesa negative turn, he can get on it as quickly as possible

The last thing they need is a kid having a mental breakdown

Maaaybe of you ask nicely he'll watch cartoons with you

Maybe

[vilevenom]

Are you the same Anon as the other hurt/comfort request? lol, it's all good if you are. I'm makin' this one a bit more fluffy <3 Here's some sick!fic for you. Once again, I don't headcanon the trolls caring about gender, but I still swapped the pronouns for you. This ficlet has nothing to do with the previous one. This is set post World Tour, but before Band Together. Enjoy!

It was odd for Branch not to see Poppy at the crack of dawn. Usually their chipper king was the first up and about in the morning, leading the village in their daily song and dance routine. But, this morning Branch had bounced out of her bunker to join in the song without her usual duet partner. She frowned as she walked through the village, looking high and low for Poppy, while giving half hearted greetings to the other trolls as she passed them by. She didn't want to ask anyone if they'd seen their king, as she could still vividly remember how most of the village had freaked out the last time he'd been sick. 'Poppy 911' was not a phrase she wanted to hear again anytime soon. Finally, she decided the only logical place Poppy could be was his pod. "Hello?" Branch asked as she knocked on the door, peeking inside as she did so, "Poppy? "Ugh," Poppy's voice groaned from his bed, an arm appearing from the pile of blankets to wave at Branch, "I'm here. I'll be up in, like, five minutes." Branch frowned lightly as she let herself into the pod, shutting the door quietly before moving across the pod to Poppy's bed. "Hey, sleepy head. You don't sound great. How're you feeling?" Poppy sat up, his eyes half closed and his hair wildly disheveled. Branch flinched back slightly as Poppy snuffled loudly before coughing into his elbow. "M'not feeling too great, if I'm being honest," Poppy sighed, rubbing at his right eye as he turned to look at Branch, "How late is it?" "You missed the morning song, but I don't think anyone thought too much about it. When I walked through town to get here, everyone just seemed to be going about their day. I didn't raise any alarm bells on my way, so no one else knows you're sick yet," Branch hummed, reaching across the bed to feel Poppy's forehead. The pink troll leaned into Branch's hand with a soft sigh. "You're nice and cool," Poppy hummed, even as Branch winced and pulled her hand away. "And you're burning up," she murmured, clicking her tongue with a shake of her head. "I'm going to go get some supplies from my bunker. You just rest, okay? I'll be back as quick as I can." "Nooo," Poppy whined, flopping back into his pillows. Branch chuckled. "Yeeesss," she echoed Poppy's tone, heading out the door, "Be right back." ~ When Branch returned, she came baring soup, juice, medicine, and books. She quickly cleaned off Poppy's bedside table, setting up the medicine and books there, before bustling about Poppy's kitchen to heat up a bowl of the soup she'd brought. "Here," she coaxed Poppy to sit up in bed, pressing a glass of juice into his hand, "it's orange juice. Lots of good stuff to help you feel better. Then you need to try and eat some soup, okay?" Poppy grumbled quietly, but drank half the glass of juice. "Good," Branch cooed, snagging the medicine from the table and pouring a dose into a spoon for Poppy, "Now, take this and drink the rest of the juice." "Ugh," Poppy grunted, scrunching his nose at the spoon, "That stuffs nasty." "That may be true, but it'll help make you feel better. You can drown the flavor out with the juice. Trust your nurse," Branch said with a soft smile, earning a wheezing laugh from Poppy. "Alright, alright," Poppy sighed, reluctantly taking the spoon full of medicine. He made a retching sound after swallowing, then quickly gulped down the rest of the juice. "Good boy," Branch laughed, taking the glass and spoon away. "Only you get to call me that," Poppy grumbled, flopping back into his pillows while half heartedly glaring at Branch.

Branch snorted, rolling her eyes as she went back to the kitchen to fetch the bowl of soup. "I guess it's a good thing I was the one that said it, huh?" "Mmm, yeah," Poppy sighed, groaning in protest as Branch made him sit up again. "C'mon," Branch sat on the bed with the bowl in hand, smiling in the face of Poppy's grumpy frown, "I'll feed it to you. How's that sound?" Poppy blinked, his cheeks darkening further than his fever had made them. "O-oh. Okay," he nodded, not making eye contact as Branch spoon fed him the soup until the bowl was nearly empty. "There we go," Branch cooed, setting the bowl aside on the side table.

"Now, scoot over."

"Huh?" Poppy said intelligently as Branch shoved at his hip and stole one of his pillows.

"I said, scoot over," Branch reiterated, poking Poppy in the side, making the pink troll giggle and curl to the side. Poppy then shifted until he was on one side of the bed, instead of in the middle. He watched curiously as Branch set up the stolen pillow and shuffled the blankets around until she was comfortably settled next to Poppy on the bed.

"What're you doing?"

Branch blinked, arching an eyebrow at Poppy. "I'm getting comfortable."

It was Poppy's turn to roll his eyes. "I can see that. I meant, why, though? I thought you'd want to get back to your bunker. You're usually really busy."

Branch stared Poppy down for a minute before letting out a light laugh. She reached out to cup Poppy's cheek, brushing her thumb just below his eye. "Yeah, usually. But, you're more important than any chores I had to do today. I'd rather stay here and look after you."

Poppy let out a dopey little trill of a laugh, leaning into Branch's hand. "Awww. You like meeee," he cooed in a sing-song voice, batting his eyelashes at Branch.

"Oh my troll," Branch snorted, patting Poppy's cheek before settling back into the pillows, plucking one of the books she'd brough off the bedside table, "Someone has to."

"Everyone likes me, but you liiiiiike meeee," Poppy said with a grin, moving to cuddle into Branch, settling his head on her stomach and wrapping his arm around her middle.

Branch flushed, a warm smile on her face as Poppy curled around her like a snuggle squid. "Some might even say I love you, you big goof ball."

"Mmmm, you loooove meee," Poppy echoed, obviously falling asleep.

"Yeah. I do," Branch sighed happily, absently combing her fingers through Poppy's hair as she turned to her book, Poppy's light snores sounding from her lap.

[cacturne]

1, 2, 4, 6, 12, 20, 43 for the oc asks! :]

OH FUN!!

1. Your first OC ever?

I kind of started out as an OC vagabond, as a kid i would just draw Sonic design after Sonic design and immediately move on without drawing more art of them, i just designed characters i thought were cool and did nothing else. Maybe made a small Flipnote story on my DSi featuring them but they would never stick. (maybe this is the origin story of how i got so into character design?)

So one day i very vividly remember telling myself to make a proper OC so i could become the most popular artist on Deviantart and have everyone draw fanart of my OC (<- most enterprising ~10 year old) so i sit down and draw Spike the Hedgehog, son of Shadow and Rouge (even though he was orange??) and i had literally nothing else on him because i didn’t think it was necessary.

I may have surviving art of him on my DSi but i don’t have access to it at the moment so take this quick doodle of him instead. He is orange and purple because ☝️ orange and purple were my favorite colors. (They still are, good taste)

2. Do you have a personal favourite among your OCs?

I DOOOO usually it shifts depending on the fandom i am currently fixated on since i’m much more of a fandom OC creator than an original OC creator but it hasss to be my girl Vulture right now. I love her so dearly. She’s my sweetums my darling my little bald womanlet with the stupidest but also sweetest situationship ever. I can relate to her in some ways which i think contributes to it, but i’m too embarrassed to go too into that. Also she’s the reason i got my buzzcut we’re literally matchies!!

If i had to pick from my original OCs though, then either 02, a legacy OC (~5 years old) and thus has a soft spot in my heart. “Android” princess that used to be human and now has to re-learn how to be.

Or Throne, an immortal Paladin that is being constantly controlled by its goddess who is on a revenge quest because everyone forgot her, and is still kept alive solely by her pet Paladin’s forced fervent faith!

4. A character you rarely talk about?

Pbbtt prooobably Buzzard? He rarely gets screen time compared to my other birdies (sorry girl!)

Well to give you the crash course, Buzzard (he/she) is the Hawke in my second world state. He’s an aggressive two-handed warrior and built like a brick shithouse which he definitely uses to his advantage. Takes the whole “protecting your family” thing a bit too seriously and very willingly does shady mercenary work to earn money, keeps doing it even after the Deep Roads without much of an excuse. Unlike what you would expect from her archetype she’s actually pretty sweet and caring when off the job, which can induce quite the whiplash with people just getting to know her. Is also a great cook and tends to be a bit overbearing toward the people she loves. Her mabari is named Bella in reference to one of my favorite videos of all time.

6. Two OCs of yours that look alike despite not being related?

I actually have kind of a complex regarding OCs looking too similar to one another or canon characters so i don’t have any that look SUPER similar but i do have these two bitches!

My two durges! Forgive the older art, it kind of hurts to look at. They don’t look suuper similar outside of being drow and sharing some of the durge flavor traits i like to give to my durges (black sclera for instance) but if i called them sisters you would probably believe me right? And that’s what counts .

12. Name an OC that isn’t yours but who you like a lot

Right now i’m a big Adina fan (belongs to @herearedragons) RAAHHH COOL AS FUCK BEST FRIENDS WITH AN ARTISTIC STREAK AND A FASCINATING RELATIONSHIP WITH SPIRITS‼️‼️ SHE’S EVERYTHING‼️‼️‼️

But also, i like SO MANY of my mutuals OCs so definitely do not count yourself out here. Yes you, 🫵 you reading this. I like your OC A LOT!!!

20. Do any of your OCs sing? If they sing, care to share more details (headcanon voice, what kind of songs they like etc)?

Nooot really as a job or hobby? Singing in and of itself is something that highly embarrasses me, so i don’t really engage with it that often (not that i hate it or anything it’s just that thinking about the act of singing being related even a little bit to me makes me want to hide in a corner)

BUT Stork does tend to sing to herself when playing a song on the piano that has lyrics! It usually gradually evolves from humming into singing if she gets really into it, not full on belting just quietly singing to herself, barely audible over the sound of the piano itself. Though if anyone at all heard it she WOULD die on the spot. Please pretend you didn’t.

43. Do you have any certain type when you create your OCs? Do you tend to favour some certain traits or looks? It’s time to confess

YES. YES I MOST CERTAINLY DO. IT’S EMBARRASSING.

Off the top of my head: -Lesbian -Autistic (intentional) -Autistic (unintentional) -Lanky (i like my girls like i like my beanpoles‼️) -No bangs (slick that hair back babygirl!) -Character has a loving mother no matter what -Pushed into a role they don’t want against their will -Difficulty expressing emotion -Unexpressive faces (ties into difficulty expressing emotion somewhat) -Likes puns -Overly devoted to their romantic interest -Not normal (non-human, powers, ostracized etc)

There’s definitely more, but i can’t think of more at the moment. Do You Think I’m Neurodivergent . . . Be Honest . . .

[askmissthunder]

(CW: Religion Talk)

Miss Thunder: Well, the Wheel of the Year spins around again to my favorite season: Fall with the Autumn Equinox! The crisp air, the leaves changing color, and all the seasonal scents and flavors, I love it!

Although I'm gonna share a playlist of some seasonal-inspired music as I always do, I want to take a moment to share some thoughts about where I am in a spiritual sense.

You see, I've been posting these playlists for a while now during the Solstices and Equinoxes. I suppose it was only a matter of time but Cassie asked me recently, "Are you a pagan, Penny?"

And I think my answer is "I think so? Maybe?"

Not that I blame her for asking. All these posts and my extensive New Age/Metaphysical book and music collection would make anyone curious.

I've been raised Christian (Anglican specifically) more-or-less my whole life but my family has never been super religious. We usually only went to church for holidays like Christmas or Easter or for special events like weddings and baptisms.

However, as you know, my family is in a rather peculiar spot when it comes to spiritual matters. Being the physical Avatar of an ancient goddess makes going to church feel rather...off. My Nan confided in me that she also felt that way when she was Miss Thunder and has also slowly drifted away from Christianity over the years, especially as she's been gathering more and more research about the Goddess.

Not that I'm gonna start burning down churches or anything rash like that but...I don't know. It's not like I don't appreciate attending mass while growing up. Even now, if I feel genuinely fearful or frightened, I'll still say the Lord's Prayer to meself to settle my nerves from time to time. But lately, perhaps as I become more attuned to my powers, I honestly feel more spiritually connected, if you will, away from the church and out in the wilderness.

Now that I think of it, even before I received my powers, I've felt more of a connection to the ancient pagan sites of England. I still remember vividly my parents and I went on holiday to Stonehenge when I was in secondary school. I swear, I could've stayed in that circle forever. I just felt so at peace with myself amongst those giant stones, imagining the old Druid rites that must've taken place there. Perhaps even old Merlin himself stood there, gathering strange and mystical powers on a cool Autumn Equinox night.

As I read more and more about Neopagan traditions, (like Wicca, Witchcraft, Shamanism, etc.) there's just something more, I hesitate to use the word "pure" because of negative connotations but something more authentic, I suppose, about these faiths. To me, at least. There's no dogma to obey other than "Don't be an arse", there's no book that somebody with a chip on their shoulder can rewrite for their own agenda. There's just you and the Other, be it a goddess, god, spirit, Fair Folk, Alien, or whatever feels best for you.

And if I'm being honest, I've never felt more alive and spiritually centered than when I'm in the Goddess' domain, be it amongst the old trees at Hamilton Park or on the beach, listening to the waves pound on the shore.

Well, that's enough of my rambling. I apologize for making you read all that but it's been on my mind for a while now and I just felt like I had to get it off my chest. As promised, here are some autumn-inspired tunes for you to enjoy! Curl up with some warm cider and Blessed Be!

[theheckle01]

Some Thoughts About the BIONICLE.com Galleries

Recently, I tried to see if the old BIONICLE.com galleries were archived. For those unfamiliar, on the old BIONICLE website there used to be a gallery where folks could submit their own MOCs (My Own Creation). I vividly remember spending many hours browsing it when I was young, and even submitting some MOCs of my own.

Anyway, I checked the Wayback Machine to see if I could find anything, and didn't have much luck. I went to the TTV Message Boards and asked about it, and basically was told that the old galleries were barely archived.

Weirdly enough, this both saddens and fascinates me. Let me explain the latter emotion first. The thing about the BIONICLE fanbase is that it's one of the most archive-heavy fandoms I've ever been a part of. Pretty much every piece of BIONICLE media, from the obvious to the ridiculously obscure, has been found and archived, mainly on BioMediaProject. You remember an old BIONICLE game you used to play online? You can very easily find and play it. You want to see a video going over Lego's thoughts on BIONICLE's audience (which includes the assumption that BIONICLE fans had a 15 minute attention span)? You can find that pretty easily. Want to play lost or unreleased BIONICLE games? The fandom has dug them up and you can now play them on an emulator. The archives of obscure BIONICLE media are extensive, which makes the fact that the galleries are lost rather bizarre. Fans can dig up an early appearance of BIONICLE on some random Russian TV show but not something that was a pretty big facet of the BIONICLE fandom and fan experience while it was around, and that's just weird to me.

It's also sad to me, because in a weird way it represents a loss of history. This may sound overdramatic, but it feels like the best way to describe it. People today still make and post MOCs, which is cool as hell. I love seeing all the wacky and downright impressive things people make. However, here's the thing about the modern MOC scene: most of the folks making and posting them are hardcore BIONICLE fans who have been making MOCs since they were kids. They're mostly adults, and as such are able to make more complex and breathtaking creations. Modern MOCists are hobbyists with disposable income to buy the pieces they want and have the benefit of the modern day. This benefit includes the benefit of new technology, like 3D printing, and just the fact that BIONICLE is over and we have all the types of pieces that came out during its run. There's more around for folks to build with than just a Mata torso, y'know?

Let's compare this to those who would use the old BIONICLE.com galleries. The biggest difference is that the gallery community was mainly made up of children who were fans of BIONICLE as it was being released. The MOCs were less refined, and were mainly made with whatever the kids had around/could convince their parents to buy for them. Since the line was still producing new sets, kids of this era didn't have access to all the pieces modern MOCists do now since many did not exist at the time. All of these factors affect the flavor and vibe of what would've been made. They aren't going to be incredibly dense and large sets that blow you away with their complexity. They're just gonna be something some kid made for fun. That's not to say that incredibly complex and meticulously designed MOCs didn't exist at the time; it's just that to see them you had to wade through a lot of kids simpler MOCs. You don't quite have that anymore, since the community now is made up mainly of dedicated hobbyists and not 10 year olds who just got Gadunka for Christmas.

That old vibe of kids making whatever isn't quite around anymore in the modern fanspace, and I'm a bit sad that even the archives of that aren't around anymore.

I know this was a long ramble, but I just had to get it off my chest.

[rainswept]

Hiii I noticed u have great taste in fics.. so i’m gonna ask if you can recommend a few hsr & genshin fanfic writers?? Pls & ty 🙏🏼

oh man,, this is such a great question. i’m touched you decided to come to me!! i’ll go ahead and list some writers and the fics that came to mind first (most of them are angsty, i apologize, but those are what usually stick w/ me 😭😭)

dulcesiabits — my all time favorite fic in general is still your shadow under the illusory moon + part two. also dissection of a liar, which i read and went hunting for again because i forgot it was a fanfic and mistakenly remembered it as part of his canon character stories. i was Really Confused. i looked through the wiki and game for a really long time. anyway, dulcesiabits herself also has a bunch of fics for other fandoms (including hsr) + other genshin characters, and everything i’ve read from her has been absolutely heart-wrenching and world view altering (positive)

perpetualcynicsm — The Writer Ever for everyone who likes long fics and wants to get invested (their current wip is over 130k words). their work is absolutely amazing and clearly has so so much effort and passion put into it. i’m not even that big of a fan of xiao but they got me to read about him anyway. i still haven’t gotten to to dance amidst a sea of flowers but i WILL. terribly underrated as a whole

thenyxsky — not sure what else to say except for when reading awaken i died just like heizou did. it had me on the edge of my seat and then left me feeling like a part of me was left in the page. it was so so good and AGAIN incredibly underrated

ruershrimo — one of my favorites was hair, which remains one of my favorite lyney drabbles in general to this day,, such good characterization and so poetic. super super underrated for the third time and also a really sweet person in general

noraszoo — ohhh my god i found their blog through one of my mutuals recently. their writing is so sweet and descriptive and their dialogue!! particularly loved keep my blankets warm and my name in your mouth

m1d-45 — i’m not the biggest fan of sagau usually, but their work introduced me to a flavor of it i actually liked and changed my mind. my favorites i can remember reading were wandering and (what about me?)

aeroblossom — their writing and theories and the little things they notice in the game are all so good. a symptom of something wrong and a curse-bearer in particular. so vivid and compelling, really feels like you’re there, watching someone go through everything in real time or even going through it yourself. once again, so awfully underrated. criminally, even, for how much of an emotionally reaction these gave me. god

thebomb-thebird-andtheburntbitch — i love her dialogue and the way she breathes life into scenes and characters that are typically overlooked or gotten awfully wrong. i loovveddd changsheng’s favorite, and tolerance.. oh man. one of the only fics i’ve ever read where blade actually feels and acts like blade.

i have plenty more, especially including my mutuals, but i didn’t want this to get too long so i just put in the ones that i vividly remember left me with a gaping hole in my chest where my heart had previously been (positive). the ones that gave me a visceral reaction and changed the way i see the world (also positive). i’m sure there were more that also did that to me but it is 4 am and i want to post this now 😭😭 if you do want an exhaustive list all the writers i could recommend, feel free to send another ask! i could talk ab them all day and all night so please don’t be afraid, i’m sure i’ll have more to recommend every week

[hoursofreading]

In my early twenties, I entered a doctoral program in Classics at Berkeley. Classicists are proficient translators of Greek and Latin; they produce interpretations of these texts that shape the way other people go on to read them; and they teach students to read Latin and Greek. What did I, as a senior in college, hope to gain out of those activities? If you had asked me, I think I would have probably said something vague about wanting "a fulfilling life." I would have had to be vague, because any fulfillment I could envision from thoseactivities amounted to a very different kind of fulfillment from what I had alreadyexperienced. The truth is that I didn't know exactly what I wanted. I could see something good about the life of a classicist, enough to want to learn more. Instead of seeing my antecedent interests, values, and projects as dictating the change toward classics, it was thevalue of classics that dictated my attitude toward many of my “old" projects, values, desires, and habits. I was ready and willing to try to turn my life in a new and uncharted direction.

I would not, however, have said at the time that I had "decided" to become a classicist.That would have struck me as hubris, given how incompletely I grasped the value of what I was doing. But I also wasn't experimenting, trying a career on for size in the way you might try out a new flavor of ice cream or an amusement park ride or vacation destination. I was trying to come to like it, setting before myself the task of liking it, striving to learn what the value of it was. I fought through thousands of pages of transla- tion; I composed Greek prose in the style of Herodotus, Demosthenes, and Plato; I wrote about symbolism in Horatian Odes; I memorized dates and places for history exams; I learned Italian so that I could go to Rome to speak Latin, to say out loud Cicero's words in the places where he had stood. All of this was work and not play or fun or experimentation, and I was working toward a kind of insight that was, in fact, in the better moments of my brief and doomed career as a classicist, starting to dawn on me. I became a citizen of a place that vanished thousands of years ago. Walking among the stalls of tie-dved T-shirts on Telegraph avenue, a part of me wasn't there at al. I felt the freedom and power of carrying awhole world in me; andnot just any world but one in which Icould see people discovering for themselves ideas of truthfulness, justice, courage, beauty. Another feeling I remember vividly from that time is gratitude. Generation after generation of scribes had, as I saw it, copied those manuscripts for me, so that I could eventually read them. And this gratitude gave rise to asenseof responsibility: I too was a kind of scribe, tasked with keeping these texts available to and relevant for a new generation. This was the way in which the value of becoming a classicist began to reveal itself to me.

Agnes Callard

[symmage]

Kayna awoke to sunlight shining through the curtains. A brand new day had come, and with that, Kayna pondered what to do today as she performed her morning rituals and went into the front lobby to brew a fresh pot of coffee.

Instead of sitting inside, she opted to take in the scenery on the front deck. The morning air was fresh, and a light morning breeze brushed her skin as she walked outside.

Her eyes followed the stairwell leading to the lower unit of the triplex. It dawned on her that she hadn't even met this tenant yet. She wondered who they were and if they were as reclusive as she was, considering they'd never even crossed paths. Was anyone even living there?

She sat down on the patio couch to gather her thoughts.

"I really should call Mom about the lease paperwork for each unit.," she groaned. "Then I'd at least know who or if anyone lives down there."

"Oh, this coffee is GOOD!" she tittered after a sip of her coffee flavored with warm hazelnut.

Her eyes admired the view before her, noticing that she could see the outskirts of what looked like it led into San Myshuno in the distance. She had wanted to visit Myshuno but had yet to have the chance. She promised herself she would see the sights one day, but she wanted to do that with Tam. Tam was her sidekick. What better way to spend time in the big city than with her fun-loving best friend by her side?

Her eyes return to the stairwell, retriggering her thoughts to call her mom about this mystery tenant.

"Hey Mom!"

"Kayna! I'm so happy you called! How are you, sweetheart?"

"I'm good. Still getting adjusted to everything as usual. Are you busy?"

"I'm getting ready for work, is all, and--oh, your father says Hi!"

"Tell him Hi for me, Mom," she chuckled. "I can hear him yelling back there!"

"WE MISS YOU KAYNA!" her father's voice resonated in the background.

"I miss you all too, Dad, I'll make my way over to visit as soon as I can ok!"

"You better not bring some man over here talking about he's your fiance! I need to meet him before there is any exchanging of rings, you hear me!"

"Oh my goodness Dad, a boyfriend is the very last thing on my to do list while I'm here!"

"Honey, she's grown," her mom chimed. "Why are you policing her romantic endeavors?"

"It doesn't matter, she's going to always be my baby girl, and I don't want no good-for-nothing scumbag hurting her again. I was ready AND STILL READY to wring the neck of that last one!"

"Dad, it's okay. You won't have to worry about choking out any guys for me. I'm taking my time meeting any potential love interests."

"That's right, Kay!" her mom asserted. "You take your time over there, and if you bring someone home to meet us, make sure he's a good one who treats you with respect and genuine love. Remember, words and-"

"Words and actions should always match...I know, Mom...I'm keeping that in mind."

"Good. Now, what's up? You called me for a reason, and we completely went off-topic."

"I've made the point to meet my neighbors, but I've only met the top-floor tenants. They're really nice. Her name is Yasmine, and she's such a balanced individual. She has two kids...and they're interesting..."

"Interesting?"

"Well, she has a son who's super quiet but a sweet kid and a cute daughter, but I think she's a bit of a handful. She told me my unit was haunted by the ghost of the last tenant."

"Haunted?!"

"Yeah, Yasmine told her to stop telling ghost stories, but I must say, since then, I find myself looking over my shoulder in paranoia."

"My gosh, Kayna. I haven't heard anything about the place being haunted. I was aware that the last tenant passed, as her son was the one who sold the place to me, but he never mentioned supernatural activity there."

"It's okay, Mom. Kids and their imaginations are wild, I won't let it keep me up at night looking for an imaginary ghost in my unit."

Her mom chuckled in the background. She could vividly picture how Kayna must have reacted to hearing her unit being haunted.

"I just wanted to ask if you could fax the lease paperwork to me so I can look at everything?"

"Oh, for sure, dear. I had meant to share this with you. I'll send it over to you before I leave, okay?"

"Thanks, Mom. I'll let you finish getting ready for work. If Brendan hasn't left for school yet, could you please tell him hi for me, too? I love you all!"

"Will do, Kay. We love you too and talk to you later. Have a good day today!"

Kayna ended the call with a smile on her face. She missed the chaos at home. She was more contained in her solitude here in Newcrest, but hearing what she was accustomed to back in Willow Creek made her feel homesick.

She took a few more sips of her coffee, now chilled by the outside air. It wasn't as good as the first sip, but it still hit the spot. It was time to go inside and get her day started.

The day looked beautiful. For once, she didn't want to spend her day locked up in her unit. A nice jog would be a perfect way to enjoy the sunny weather and view her ample neighborhood, Ridgeline Drive. It was settled. After finishing her coffee, she headed inside to change into her jogging attire.

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"Hey Baby! I'm home!"

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[hunting-songs]

Ask my muse “Have you ever ___” questions!

"Have you ever tried quince pie?" Kurapika asked curious. "In Lukso we called it pastafrola, I could never match my father's recipe, but I still haven't lost hope of being able to match its flavor at some point. At least, I still remember that taste very vividly" Carefully cutting a piece of the pie still warm, Kurapika handed the small plate to Senritsu, looking at her intrigued. "Even though it's still not the same as the one from my childhood, I hope you like it." Kurapika had tried the quince pie made in the city and it was sad to feel that it was so different from the one his father cooked.

The scent of the baked sweet dough rose into the air like a parfume and Senritsu had been lured in the kitchen by it, now sitting with her feet winging int he air freely and her chin placed on her hands attentive and maybe even a little playful in the way she watched the other with her coyly smiling face placed coquettish on her hands: ".....mhmmmmmm, I know that an old man in the group I grew up with, loved to make pies with any fruit he could found, including quince." Even if Senritsus voice was calm and serene, her eyes never left the other. Not because she was hungry- she liked to eat and she liked to eat good, but eventually she had lived long enough as a advntuerer to eventually prefer a full stomach over the taste; but because she heard the song in Kurapikas heartbeat when he carefully put the piece of cake on a plate for her. That heartbeat was tensed, focused, curious for what she was thinking about the pie. But not because he wanted for her to like the pie, not fully because of this even if he would sure like her to enjoy the pie, butbecause he was desperate to have something. Desperate for something that nolonger was. It was important for Kurapika. A lot of more important for him, than it was for her enjoying a cake. And she would make sure he would not be disappointed.

"It was a game between my siblings and me of who would dare and manage to steal the old mans pie from the windowsill of his camper to ool down whenever he would bake." the woman explained and chuckled in all good humor over the memory of them sneaking through the tall grass around the camp like weasle trying to steal a chicken that was the sweet smelling pie on the windowsill. And she reembered that they would later sit in the crown of trees, eating the pie with their bare hands until their fingers wer sticky and their faces were dyed by the fruits juice: "Years later I would find out he always baked two pies- one for the children to steal that he would have shared anyway, and one for himself and his family. I was devasted to have been played like this for years. This old man was a smart devil." She tilted her head to the side like a thoughtful bird: "I can not say I remember quinces, specifically- strawberries in spring, cherries in summer, plums and apples in autumn, but quinces, mhmmmm, I am sure there was a pie with quinces at least once but I can´t remember it." The melody of Kurapikas heartbeat became in in anticipation so loud the woman winced a little, just a little, when he placed the plate infront of her. Senritsu couldn´t help a small smile from curlign around her lips, playfully teasing taking her time as she smelled the sweet scent of the still warm pie rising from the piece before carefully taking a sall piece to eat it. Eventually, still listening to the mans much too loud heartbeat she turned her head to the side and giggledover the honest anticipation she heard and the fact that she was still teasing: "-I am sorry ." SHe rolled the sweet cake over her tounge, enjoyed the taste to its followed and then swallowed, shaking her head with a amused smile over her own antics: "Mhmmmm, I like it. The contrast of the sweetness and sourness is a dolce duet."Senritsu lifted a small hand, letting her fingers dance through the air after the melody of Kurapikas heartbeat that was a adagio mix of curiosity, nostalgia and something that sounded like wistfulness. Wistfulness for a time that nolonger was: "You said your fathers tasted differently- do you want to tell me in what way, mhmmm? I can´t imagine it tasting better." [ @skarletchains ]

[orleans-jester]

Maddy had gone to scratch - but her hands never quite made it. She was able to stop herself. To calm herself back down. She was trying to find other outlets for her anxiety that didn’t involve hurting herself at all. After all, she had two very big eyes eyes watching her, learning from her, at all times. Grabbing her knees seemed a much better option.

“I don’t know. You know me, my mind just…” Goes off on it’s own tangents, in a completely different way than Bastien’s did. “To tell you the truth, the whole truth I .. I feel like since we’ve had Frankie, we haven’t really had any time to ourselves, except for when she’s asleep and even then, we have to worry about waking her. I’m not complaining about her, I love her so much, more than I ever thought was possible, it’s just - a babysitter so that we could go out and spend a night together, just you and me, would be .. a relief one of these nights.”

And there it was. The big dirty secret. The thought that made her feel like a horrible mother. It had been ten months - ten months of glorious days of watching her little one grow up so goddamn fast. Too fast. She was already crawling. She was babbling little noises. She was eating baby food, and like her dad, had an adoration for the banana flavors. But it was also ten straight months of the three of them, tired, working together, without much outward support. Never even thought about asking Delta or Frank to babysit, the idea was just a solid red X like a game show. Willem and Figaro - amazing with dolls and animals in turn but, a human baby, Maddy wouldn’t put that on them, no matter how much she loved them as friends. It made her feel like the worst goddamn person in the world to want a break from their daughter, even for one night. The absolute worst.

Not to mention there was also times when Jetsam took over - rare but there - and would just … leave with Bastien’s body.

She was definitely awaiting his judgment on that one. And expecting it to be harsh.

Maybe this was just what they needed. To uncork those pent-up thoughts the way that she used to uncork wine bottles. Just let the honesty flow. It had felt both good and horrible to get her thoughts out, to actually make her lips form the words and let someone else actually hear them. Because he just let out a lot too.

“Fuck Declan, and fuck Pierre,” She said, with more confidence than she had said anything since coming into this country. “They didn’t know me - I didn’t even really know me then, Bastien. I was so … lost. Then you helped give me this name, and .. remember when w got our tarot reading? It’s easy to lose your way in the dark, the moon, that’s one of the cards that came up and you told me that you’re an expert. You’ll never let me get lost.” She remembered that night so vividly. In such detail. Like a movie she’d seen a dozen times. “Well you became the stars that brought me home. Not only that but brought me to .. me. So no, they don’t know a thing about me, and they don’t know what they’re talking about. We have the opposite problem, where I just want .. more of you. More swan boats and carriage rides and .. even though we’re already married, thinking about our future and just being together in every sense of the world. I really do love my life with you. I love our dungeon home and walking through the shacks and bringing you dinner at the belltower because you just want to ring the bells all day. I don’t regret a thing. This isn’t temporary.”

Uncork. Not wine. Champagne. Bursting out all at once.

She almost wanted to apologize for going on a rant like that. She knew she could lose him by talking too much. It was known to happen. But also, she didn’t feel like she should apologize for the feelings that she had right then, the ones that she expressed, so she didn’t.

“I think we are okay, Bastien. I’ve just been … sort of needy and really bad at showing it,” She admitted.

Oh gosh, there it was.

He noticed her start to scratch. He got closer and watched her eyes more closely.

"Well, I'm sorry if you think I'd do that, but I thought this was a family adventure. I never pictured anything like you're describing it. I don't even get where you're coming up with that. It's supposed to be for all of us. All of it. That's the whole point. When I came up with my idea for what to do with the money I thought why not make a big family todo out of it? It might.... help. You're never a tag-a-long. You're my wife. That's obnoxious, Maddy. When you're with me, you're with me. It's sort of why I married you. You can't ever be a third wheel sort. That's not how it works. That's what being married is. I'm too full of love for that."

He took her hand and smoothed over the Paris colored ring and shook his head.

Then she said something scary though. She didn't know when things changed. To him that meant she felt it too. She said it so meekly.

He sighed after.

"But they changed."

Okay now he was nervous.

"I don't know what I'm supposed to do." He admitted.

Laverne was pushing his back during a rather long pause trying to convince him to admit what he'd been holding inside, to just be honest.

"I get scared too. I get scared your brother's right and Declan's right. Like maybe I was just a Florence Nightingale effect and it's going to wear off because you're meant for bigger things. My ways aren't really the life you want, not now that you're better. Like eventually you're going to see it."

"And I do have to do something. I thought this trip was going to help and I can't even get passed getting checked into the hotel. I just want us to be okay."

[mandu-17]

Strawberry and cream | Choi Tzuyu x reader

Requested by: anonymous

Request: Hello! I really love your blog! Can I request a soulmate AU( in which the kiss of a soul mate always has some flavor (strawberries, mint, etc.) while the kiss with another person remains a common kiss.) with Twice Tzuyu, wherein Tzuyu is school's a bad girl and the reader is a new transferred student

Warnings: maybe a curseword or two

Genre: Soulmate AU, fluff

Wordcount: ~ 1,624

A/N: thank you so much for kind words anon<3 this was such a cool request so for that also thank you! hopefully you'll like this:)

Starting over was never easy and even though you've dealt with it many times before, it only seemed to be getting worse. Due to your parents work, your family often had to move all around the world. Some could say it was an awesome opportunity to visit many places and meet new people, but to you it was getting tiring. You had enough of packing and unpacking or making friendships, that lasted only a few months. It felt like there was no point in adapting anymore, since soon you’ll probably be on your way somewhere else. So this time, you decided to focus only on studying.

For most of your classes, it was pretty easy to do your best and listen to the teachers. Except for maths in which your bench mate is one and only Choi Tzuyu. Neither of you asked for it. It just so happened that her table was the only empty spot on your first day, meanwhile Tzuyu was late for class, as every other time.

You vividly remember everyone’s concerned stares on you, the second Tzuyu walked in. Honestly speaking, you kind of expected her to beat you up as well, judging by the stern look on her face. Instead she eyed you curiously and smirked to herself, before sitting down next you.

That day she didn’t speak a word, yet she had your whole attention. Maybe it was the way she was simply sitting so nonchalantly, not even pretending to listen to the teacher. Maybe it was the way her clothes hugged her body so well or maybe the way she kept stealing glances at you every few minutes.

Once the period was over, Tzuyu left in a speed of a lightning. Slowly gathering your things and planning on to heading to the cafeteria, you heard a voice from behind.

“You’re so lucky she didn’t kick you out of here. Tzuyu only lets her friends sit with her.”

Turning around, you were met with a black-haired girl, analyzing your face carefully, as if deep in thoughts.

“Well there was no other empty table, so both of us had no choice.” You responded bluntly, not really wanting to get more involved in that conversation.

“Right, you’re new here.” She chuckled, following you out of the classroom. “Choi Tzuyu doesn’t care about anything. There’s literally nothing she gives a fuck about. So her letting you sit by her table means something.”

And what’s so interesting about it, you thought with a frown.

“Look, just like you said, I’m new here and guess what, I don’t care about her or frankly speaking, anyone else here. So don't bother yourself, I'm good." You replied with attitude, before leaving.

Maybe you were a little too harsh, judging by the confused look on the girl's face, although that didn't matter to you. You only had one goal which definitely wasn't getting involved in any school drama.

Unfortunately, even your math teacher was against you. As soon as he announced that your next assignment is a project in pairs with your bench mate, you knew you were doomed. Considering how Tzuyu was never working in class, it was obvious that you were going to be the one doing all the work. Partly, it was a good solution, you didn't have to spend time with her, although her reaction was unexpected.

"You free this Friday?" She turned to you with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes." You looked at her unsure.

"I'll meet you at the cafe at 6. Sounds good, partner?" From the lazy smile tugging on her lips, you could already imagine all kinds of rumours spreading about the two of you later on.

Why on earth was it Tzuyu who was assigned to you.

Although, for some odd reason you didn't feel uncomfortable or scared to work with her. Through your time at school, you've learnt that Tzuyu was never really that vulgar or aggressive. Her looks were always enough to make the other person know how she felt about them. When it came to teachers, Tzuyu just knew the right people, who usually got her anything she wanted. Rarely had she to directly speak or argue, which gave her so much power in everybody's eyes. Once she did speak though, it was almost always to nearly destroy others.

Lots of mixed feelings and thoughts washed through you on your way to the cafe that day. You were very curious about how your evening with Tzuyu will go.

“Hey, partner.” She greeted you with a smug smile, while checking you out shamelessly.

In response, you rolled your eyes and huffed, after taking a sit across from her. You also found it kind of unexpected that she was the one already waiting for you.

“You know, I think the atmosphere here could be nicer if you actually did respond to me.” One of her long eyebrows raised slightly, as she kept toying with the straw of her drink.

“There’s absolutely no need for that. The only thing I want is to get this project done so I can go home.” You smiled sarcastically, while putting out books and notes.

“And what are you gonna do at home? Watch netflix on your own?” Tzuyu frowned and your eyes finally met.

She must have seen in your face that her comment wasn’t well received.

“What I mean is that I can clearly see how you don’t get involved with anyone at school. I thought about it a lot, but in the end I just don’t get it. Why are you so distant?”

That surprised you.

You’d never expect Choi Tzuyu to study you so deeply. All you really thought of her was that she was very hot, never hesitated to speak her mind and didn’t care about anything. Yet, here she was confronting you about such personal things.

“You wouldn’t understand anyways.” You mumbled, eyes looking down at a fidgeting pair of hands, which seconds later was joined by a warm, soft one.

“Maybe not, but I’m sure you’d feel better letting it out.” Tzuyu squeezed your hand.

Her dark eyes were filled with kindness, as they were set on you. All of the sudden, your throat felt dry. It was the first time you saw this side of Tzuyu and from what you assumed it wasn’t often that she was this nice to others. Somehow this thought managed to calm you down a little.

The whole time you were talking and explaining why you gave up on making friends and bonding with people, Tzuyu held and caressed your hand gently. It was such a surreal moment. To have your annoyingly attractive and rebellious bench mate listen to your concerns in a café.

When you finished, Tzuyu took some time to find the right words, before speaking again.

“It must be really hard to live like this. I’m sorry to hear that. Although if I were you, I wouldn’t push everyone away. Actually, I’d do the opposite and try to make as many good memories as possible. Loneliness sucks a lot, I’m sure you've noticed it as well.”

“It’s just I have no idea how long I’m even going to stay here.” You shook your head sadly.

The girl in front of you nodded in understanding. It looked like she did care.

“Thank you. For listening, I mean. As you said, it’s better to let it all out sometimes.” A small smile spread on her face at your words.

“I’m glad I could be any help.” Tzuyu said quietly, eyes looking away coyly.

At that sight, you just had to smile yourself. Never would you guess that school’s bad girl was going to suddenly act this shy.

“How about we finally focus on the project?” You offered, not wanting to fluster the girl anymore.

At her firm nod, both of you got consumed by assignments and calculations. Surprisingly, working with Tzuyu went very smoothly. She was way smarter than anyone gave her credit.

At some point, you began to wonder about what else she will surprise you with. And for that, you didn’t have to wait long, since the taller girl insisted on walking you home. On the way, the two of you kept chatting about school, your hobbies outside of it and everything else that came into your minds.

You felt confused, as to why talking to Tzuyu was so easy and comforting. You glanced at her to find the girl looking ahead and talking about traditional holidays in Taiwan.

“What?” She stopped mid-sentence and asked amused.

“I don’t know. I just can’t help, but feel good around you and I don’t know where it comes from.” You frowned, confused with your own actions.

Why were you even telling her that?

“Oh, Y/N. I think I know why, I just have to make sure.” Tzuyu smiled, as if she won a lottery, while cupping your face gently. “Will you let me?”

Your eyes widened at the proximity, when she leaned in. Her forehead resting against yours and you knew what she meant. Although you found it hard to believe.

Your nod was enough for her to close the distance and meet your lips in a soft kiss. She tasted like a sweet strawberry on a summer evening. And due to drinks both of you had earlier, the flavor of the kiss was even nicer.

"That's unbelievable." You pulled away breathless, in shock.

"Yeah, kinda surprising." Tzuyu smiled warmly at you and it felt like your heart stopped beating.

She really was beautiful. Even more up close.

"Do you like strawberries?" Tall girl asked teasingly.

"Never been a fan, but I guess I can get used to it."

Two can play this game, you thought with a grin.