#anyway i don't even know why i'm writing this i'm tired and have homework

[momentomori24]

Since Val is the only Vee that hasn't gotten his own song yet, him getting one in season 2 is very important to me. I don't know what kinda song he'd even have or what tone would scream Valentino the most, but mulling the thought over while listening to "Get Hooked" repeatedly I randomly had the thought: What if we get that song in the show, but instead of being sung by a paranoid dj with a really hot voice and punchable pimp charisma we just get a full course meal of the beauty that was his dorky singing during his duet with Vox? It's never going to happen, but man would I love to have Latino Valentino busting out those sleazy, sordid lyrics in all his dorky, unfortunately very babygirl glory.

[anton-luvr]

doing homework with boyfriend anton

# NEVER TOO TIRED.

⚝ bf!anton x gn!reader | fluff | bf au ⚝ note ; thanks for requesting anon!! + reqs are CLOSED !

"You know, your homework isn't going to complete itself."

Anton looks up from his phone at your voice, warmly wrapped up in blankets on your bed.

He's been pushing off doing his homework since he came over to your place, hours wasted away with him cuddling you while watching Netflix, playing a game on his phone while you showered, and spacing out at your poster-covered bedroom walls.

"But I really don't want to," he mumbles, running a hand through his hair. "It's math. And I'm tired."

"Well, we have to pass it up tomorrow, so you don't really have a choice." you say, tugging at his arm to get up from your bed.

Anton sighs.

You were right.

"Fine." he grumbles, reluctantly getting up.

He trudges over to the table, a grimace on his face when he sees how much work he has to do.

"Didn't she say three pages from the textbook? Why does it look like thirty pages of questions?" he asks, mortified as you took your seat beside him.

"The power of using a small font." you reply airily, kissing him on the cheek as you pull out your notebook. "So we need to finish this up as fast as we can."

Anton sighs again, slumping over on your desk with his head resting on his arms.

You ignore him, starting out on your work first - he was smarter than you anyways, so he'll catch up.

But as you made your way through confusing algebraic equations and graphs, Anton's eyes were still on you.

You looked prettiest to him like this - dressed comfortably in one of his hoodies, your eyes focused on the paper in front of you, determination shining in them while you bit gently on your bottom lip in concentration.

His eyes linger a bit too long on your lips, and you catch him.

"What are you doing?" you ask, smiling softly at the love in his eyes.

"Just admiring." he says casually, never once breaking the eye contact. "And also thinking."

"Thinking about what?"

He sits up at this, eyes glistening with mischievous excitement.

"Can you kiss me for each question I complete?"

"F-For each question?" you sputter.

It's not like it's the first time you've kissed your boyfriend, but your face reddens nevertheless.

"Yeah," Anton says cheerfully, leaning in close while smiling at you. "Deal?"

You had no idea when your boyfriend started getting this confident, but you liked it.

"Deal." you agree, sealing the agreement with a quick peck to his lips.

And as if you had just chanted a magic spell, Anton starts working at the speed of light.

By the time half an hour passed, he was all done with his work, hands sore from writing but his heart happy with all the kisses you gave him.

On the other hand, you were barely halfway done.

"Do you need help?" Anton asks, resting his head on your shoulder while he peeks at your notebook.

You shake your head no even though you do, kissing him on the forehead.

"It's fine, you should go rest. You said you were tired earlier." you reassure him.

It's Anton's turn to shake his head no, pulling his chair closer to yours.

"Who said I was tired? I'm never tired when it comes to you." he shrugs, hiding a smile.

You laugh at him taking back his words, gently shoving him.

"Okay, Mr. Romantic." you tease.

But Anton's smile fades as it's replaced with seriousness, his hand coming up to tuck a piece of your hair behind your ear.

"I'm serious. I'm never tired when it comes to you. I'll be here for you for as long as you need." he promises in a voice so soft, you almost miss what he says.

"Thank you." you whisper, voice warming up as you realized how lucky you were to have your angel of a boyfriend.

He hums at your response, picking up a pen and leading your focus back to your notebook.

"You're only on question ten?" he asks in disbelief.

"Yeah." you admit sheepishly.

"Damn." he mumbles under his breath, earning him a punch on the arm before the both of you burst out laughing.

The night then goes on with you beside each other, talking and laughing and discussing questions that you'd never be able to solve without Anton - who was never too tired for you.

© anton-luvr, 2023.

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[ioniansunsets]

would you be willing to write about School AU Jock!Sett whose mama is the school nurse? i want Sett’s mama to get Sett to take care of you who visit the sick bay monthly for insane period cramps please 👉👈

✖ School AU! Sett Comfort ✖

✖ Word Count: 670

✖ Tags: Mutual Pining

✖ A/N: I imagine him as Vastayan still! Wasn't too sure if you wanted a scenario or headcanons so I wrote a little scenario for you. Have fun I got a little carried away and wrote a lot!

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It was horrible. Absolute shit. You almost trip from the pain as you make your way to the nurses' office. The familiar smell of antiseptic hits your nose as you step in.

" Oh my are you alright? It's that time again huh?"

You nod as the sweet nurse helps you to the bed. You were a regular here, whenever it was that time of the month, you found yourself crippled in the infirmary beds. Over time you slowly figure out that the pretty Vastayan was the school's star player, Sett's, mom. His constant injuries making sense as to why his mother was the school nurse. Poor lady sees him every other sports game. It almost felt like he was getting hurt on purpose to be sent here sometimes.

" Sett! Come help."

She calls out to her son who was slacking off in the other bed. There's a small mumble as he gets up, the sound of the chair against the floor grating against your ears.

" I'm tired ma- Oh hey, its you again."

He whines as he gets up, his head pops through the curtain, about to complain, before he realizes it's you. He has gotten used to seeing you around, you were, too, a regular here anyway. He never really learnt your name, but by now he knew the routine to help you out.

Running off he comes back within minutes with a hot water bottle, painkillers with water and some chocolates from the secret stash in the infirmary. That damn jock was really fast! You thank him as you grab the array of things from his hands. He sits down by your side, almost affectionately patting your head as his ears seem to twitch, seemingly excited to be of use to you.

" Let me know if you need anything, the great Sett's got your back."

He laughs, giving you an almost cheesy wink. His signature cocky smile plastered across his face. It almost draws a laugh out of you. Seeing you smile again brings a warmth to his heart. Sett doesn't really understand what it was. Maybe it was just how you seem so genuinely appreciative of his help, or how you tolerate his boisterous activity. Or was it something more?

" Let me know if you wanna be alone alright?"

How could you chase him away, his messy hair falling to his face as he turns to smile at you. Sett's fluffy ears flicking to the side. His boyish charm was too much you let him stay. Sitting by your side, Sett does some homework on the desk beside you, just accompanying you while you suffer. Hoping his presence somehow comforted you. You don't even know why Sett's mom always gets him to help you out. Maybe she was just using him as some free manual labor for making her treat his bumps and bruises so often to be honest. After a few moments of silence he turns back to you.

" I read somewhere that having someone like, rub or hold your stomach or something helps...so if you uh...need some help I got you alright?"

It was almost adorable, his hand behind his head as he rubs his hair messing it up further. He read up on how to help you? How sweet! If you weren't blushing, Sett sure was. He had no reason to try and help you so much, was it him trying to do his job properly as his mom's helper or was it because of you? You couldn't figure it out but you gave him the OK anyway. His large warm hand lightly pressing against your abdomen. Surprisingly it helped. A lot. As the pains begin to fade, you can't help but drift off to sleep, exhausted from the cramps. Sett never left you side even through that, his left hand resting on you as he continued with his homework with his right. He was there for you, whatever small casual relationship the two of you had in this small room in the school.

[melodrangea]

MORE KILIK HCS PLEASEE😭!! I am in NEED.

when one does not want to write, one does it anyways and picks a favorite character!!

i'm not sure if you meant as a person or as a significant other so the voices are telling me both!!

(and again I'm a faker that hasn't read the manga so if I contradict something I apologize)

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Kilik Rung Headcannons

As a person

-southern boy!!! nobody can convince me that Kilik isn't from Tennessee or Louisiana

-probably has a lot of fighting experience, always throwing himself into martial arts, jujitsu and even boxing!

-he has a commanding yet calming presence, making him impossible to ignore and a shoe in for being a meister

-if he wasn't a meister he would most likely be a police officer

-odd one but I feel like he doesn't like fruit, don't know why but do not go near this man with a fruit

-i love him and I'm sure he eats his veggies but with all the candy he consumes natural sugar just doesn't taste as good

-is the total opposite of only child syndrome! he definitely has older siblings

-also is a total family man, loves his mom, loves his grandmom, is always home for sunday dinners etc...

-doesn't have a favorite music genre, listens to a little bit of everything but prefers music with a more upbeat vibe. will go from Bon Jovi to Sia to the my little pony theme song, he does not care

-early riser!! sorry to night people but Kilik is up with the sun and in bed before 10 pm

-will not admit it to anyone but Kilik is the biggest pokemon fan you will ever meet. knows all of the different shows, regions, regional variants, gym leaders etc...

-ironically can't stand pokemon go since he let the twins play once and they almost walked into the middle of the street for a shiny lotad...

-speaking of twins i also believe that he legally adopted them when he turned 18 since they don't have parents ( i think lol )

-you best believe the first time they made him fathers day cards he cried

-will obvs let the twins decide if they want to keep being weapons or not. like if one day thunder says she wants to quit Kilik would be totally fine with it

-he is unfortunately a gym rat, you want to find this guy just look for the barbells, he doesn't work out for looks, more that he wants to better himself and become stronger

-is a canonic tired parent cause I said so

-listen he loves fire and thunder like his own children but mans is TIRED

(went on a lil rant there so onto romantic headcannons)

As a significant other

-bro is seriously SLEPT ON

-honestly one of the best partners for people of all different personalities

-if you're more shy and introverted he is very encouraging and ngl appreciates the peace and quiet

-if you're loud and rowdy so is he!

-if you wanna be a bit of both even better for the guy!

-also does not have much of a preference appearance wise

-if you want to date Kilik Rung you do have to prepare to be around the twins a lot

-he will never ask or try to shove you into a parenting role with them but the twins are just always around unless Kim and Jackie or Harvard are watching them (Ox cannot be trusted to nurture children...)

-he can cook a little bit, its nothing like mama's sunday dinner but he can get by

-he is very reliable, you need help with homework? he'll try his best or find someone else to help you. you need help picking out an outfit? not quite his thing but will give you an honest opinion (with lots an lots of compliments)

-it's hard to have a bad day with Kilik around, he's just so calming and uplifting that it's hard to feel bad for yourself around him! but on the offchance of a rough day he will do whatever you need to make you feel better. he can go on for hours about how he finds you absolutely perfect or he could sit and listen to you rant with a hot beverage

-cuddlebug!!!! you can't escape him! he has a spidey sense for you being in a 200 foot radius! you're always either holding hands or he has his arm on you somehow

-will also not let you carry anything! he knows you can carry your bag but why should you when he's right there??

-you and Kilik would be one of those couples that genuinely seems to always just coexist in perfect harmony

-you're not apart that often because he doesn't do much that would make you want to be apart anyways

-one of Kilik's flaws is unfortunately his adherence to logic, to him there is nothing that can't be solved, there isn't any emotion or insecurity that doesn't have a reason

-so he might accidently mansplain your feelings to you a bit (he's too used to gentle parenting I'm afraid)

-would so be a sucker for matching anything (though i think he'd prefer rings or earrings)

-most dates would either be things like hiking or study dates! with the occasional spontaneous dance class ;)

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and that's all folks!

god i love Kilik sm

[yuu-kumeii]

Heeello, hru?

i want a tsukishima kei × fem!reader, NO TIME SKIP, i want his reaction on the reader hugging him suddenly without saying anything and the reader doesn't pull away from the hug (aka gives him a long hug)

(Reader is clingy and doesn’t want to vent, but at the end she let it all out)

Genre: hurt/comfort, fluff, crying

Omg hi anon❗❗❗ I'm doing fine when I got this, but now I'm like a deflated grammar balloon 😭😭😭

SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG TO FINISH YOUR REQUEST I SWEAR I WAS THINKING ABT IT THE WHOLE TIME AFTER I GOT IT, I just didn't get the motivation at that time so I waited for inspiration to strike. But then inspiration hit me too hard and this ended up going waaaay off track ⚰️ PLUS I wrote the middle part during a campus tour and boy am I glad to have friends who are willing to be my beta readers bc past Yuu was NOT having a good time there 🥹. So sorry again in advance if this isn't exactly what you were expecting 🙏

Btw, your all caps red NO TIMESKIP is kinda funny to me bc it's like telling me to REMEMBER THAT THIS IS A PRE TIMESKIP THING NOT POST since I'm someone who mainly writes for post timeskip 💀 ntm how you probably had your own timeskip waiting for this thing 🧍‍♀️but anyways I hope you still enjoy this monster of a drabble fic hybrid 🫶

Also heads up, it's an established relationship, yeah sorry I didn't know if you would be ok with that but uh yeah sorry 😭

Word count : 3.5k (How did I get here)

There wasn't any indication as to why you started to feel the way you do, maybe you were tired. It could be from stress, school work has been piling up so it wasn't a stretch to say that you might've been feeling a little burnt out. But deep down, you know exactly why. You're just too embarrassed to say it out loud, because what kind of person would you be to think that your friends were that shallow? A bad manager and an even more awful friend, that's what.

Everyone has been asking about you, concerned for your lack of response as of late. You barely look up from your notebook, something about a 'full proof strategy for their next game'. One so full proof it apparently doesn't need any input from the team or Kiyoko...or the coach... It's obvious you're trying to avoid them without being absent. Which makes it even more strange, usually you'd want to get away from the people you're avoiding. So why aren't you?

"Oh no, [Y/N] lookout!" A voice suddenly calls out, snapping you out of your thoughts just as you see a ball coming straight for you.

Before you could react, someone beat it to you, "I got it!" A hand reaches out and blocks the ball, you don't register who it is until—

"Nice save, Yacchan!"

Of course.

Yachi was the one who saved your face from getting pummeled while you sat there with your head in the clouds. All the more reason the team should just— just—

Just kick you off the team.

Ah.

There it is.

That's what's been on your mind. Why it was so hard for you to actually avoid them, you were scared to be pushed aside while trying to encourage them to do so. Thinking you were being good at your job, only to see someone new do it better.

You feel like you've been lacking as a manager, despite being in the club for longer. It felt like the newcomer, Yachi, was doing a lot better in the short time she's here. You know it was unwarranted, she's been nothing but helpful. Picking up all the little things you and Kiyoko taught her. The team also welcomed her with open arms, as did you.

It was a gradual realization on your end, with 3 managers on standby, it's easy to lose track of who does what job. But more and more it felt like you've been doing the least out of the 3 of you. It really affected you, even without you knowing.

You start to forget routines, things like after school clean up duty, homework, even going as far as to forget planned hangouts. It felt like all you wanted to do was finish the day as quickly as possible, you don't even get up from your seat much anymore. Your indifference in class is mostly likely why no one tried approaching you for stuff, which makes sense, you probably look unapproachable anyway.

Well, almost unapproachable. If it weren't for Tsukishima, who chose to come up to you on days you fully ignore the team.

"What's up with you?" His words were short and lacked any poise, fitting for the only first year keen on riling up opponents and allies alike.

"...Nothing is, I'm fine" Much like Tsuki, your words were curt. Hoping that the less you answer, the more he's inclined to leave you alone.

Giving you an unconvinced look paired with an equally unconvinced once over, he shrugs and turns to leave you be.

"Suit yourself"

That hurts more than anything your own mind can throw at you, because all it does is convince you further that they're better off without you. All you've been doing is feeling bad about yourself, starting to forget everything important in favor of ignoring the problem.

But strangely enough, even when you forget, nothing seems to have any big consequences. When you realize you forgot about cleanup duty, your class partner just shrugs, saying your friend stayed behind and helped them instead. You think that it could've been Yamaguchi, he sometimes helps with cleaning duty when someone's partner goes home early.

It makes you feel worse about your moping, inconveniencing not one but two people. All because you can't convince yourself that just because Yachi is doing a lot better than you, it doesn't mean you're useless.

Right?

Not to mention the heartwarming messages from your friends when you don't show up to a hangout, they seem so understanding in spite of how you don't even tell them anything. The messages telling you to "Take care of yourself" and "Work things out at your own pace" could honestly make you cry.

Even the team tries their best to cheer you up, or at least to get your attention. You can't lie and say you don't see Hinata trying to get the other first years to pull some cool volleyball stunt he saw once, hoping that you'll congratulate them. It's hard to ignore it, especially when you can just feel his occasional stare, trying to get a reaction from you. But, as much as you want to cheer them on, you just can't do that. And yet, they're still so understanding. Trying to raise your spirit, Yachi even tried to start a conversation with you by asking for help on different managerial duties. But to no avail, all you do is point her in the right direction before going back to your place in the stands. Her efforts weren't in vain, but not enough to really get to you.

But it doesn't add up, how would they know you're going through a tough time? Are you really that obvious? You probably are. Either way, it's sweet of them to still think about you even when you're basically ditching them.

What does make sense to you is the homework, which you still end up submitting on time. All thanks to, you guessed it, Tsukishima. He just started reminding you about homework due in 2 days, complete with the pages and formulas needed. A smart comment about your recent forgetfulness is always attached to the message, something to remind you that it's from Tsuki of all people.

Someone you got to know through Yamaguchi, a mutual friend of yours, and if that's not enough, then being on the same team definitely is. As a manager on said team, you were always there for whatever sarcastic quip he had at the ready. Complete with every short joke ever made and that snide smile of his almost everyday. Needless to say, it didn't take long for a friendship to bloom. No longer hanging out only when Yams was around, you both built a routine for when you have each other. Yet you were always one to break routine for something new, a habit the tall beanpole never fails to challenge.

"Why do I have to come with you? You can just go alone" He says, not too keen on the idea of skipping your usual bakery visit for a cafe.

"Because I don't want to go alone and you're the only free one" You were always so sure he'd come with you anyway, to the point where you don't even try to convince him anymore.

He did end up going with you in the end, even if he did have his complaints here and there. But overall, it was one of the few times you can visibly see him having a good time. You chose a cafe themed around the stars and space in general, which you knew Tsuki liked quite a bit. Sure it would've been better to go to a dinosaur themed cafe, but the ones you know about are all the way in Tokyo and Fukui. Nevertheless, that space cafe visit was definitely a core memory in both your and Tsukishima's friendship, no matter how much that salt shaker wanted to deny it.

Though you did promise that one day, both of you would go together.

As friends, cause that's what you are, right?

Wait, actually do you even remember what happened after the space cafe? Wasn't it really important?

It feels like you know exactly what it is, it's a *fact* that you remember what it is. But much like everything else around you, it as well, whether you mean to or not, is pushed to the back of your head. Your thoughts start to discourage your resolve in this self-driven solitude of yours, built upon claims with no support. But why would the evidence matter if the claim itself is enough to make you believe?

It really felt like you were going to keep up this ruse forever, nothing really served as a consequence to you. The only thing keeping you in this state were the small glimpses of the team above your notebook, always up to some dumb fun. Something you always looked forward to in spite of the grueling practice ahead of them, well it was something you looked forward to.

Your eyes catch onto the other first years happily chatting with each other, except for Tsuki who preferred to stand on the sidelines, only chiming in to add a sprinkle of sarcasm into the conversation. That seems fun, you knew it was. As you watch everyone laugh at something Yachi says, something in you starts coiling around your heart.

You're suddenly aware of every breath you take, your thoughts start to repeat 'breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out...'

Your surroundings start to feel heavy, like you were tethered to your place. The sound of your own breathing feels louder than the voices in the gym. So focused on your empty notebook that everything else blurs at the edges of your vision.

It wasn't until you caught golden-brown eyes staring at you from across the court, genuine concern masked under a nonchalant gleam. You hold his gaze for longer than you'd like, unsure if there's anything else hidden under the bespectacled stare.

Tsuki only tilts his head in the direction of the other first years, probably telling you to come with them. You can only refuse, solemnly shaking your head. They can't possibly want you there with them, not after ignoring them for the better part of a week. It wouldn't be right to just butt in like that.

He probably knows that you're still not giving in, because it looked like he let out a sigh before walking towards them. Not before one last stare down with you, his gaze asking if you're sure about your decision. You can only hesitantly nod, you're not sure, you don't want to pick this decision, but you've convinced yourself that you're backed into a corner.

A corner you made up.

Well, no use in thinking about it now.

"Oi [Y/N], I'm gonna lock up the gym now! Better get going" Oh coach Ukai, you forgot he was still here. Taking your notebook and pen into your arms, you nod at the coach before heading towards the exit. Body slightly hunched over when you pass him, unable to look at him in the eye.

"Whatever it is you're going through, you know they got your back, right kiddo?" Ukai suddenly says, right before you leave. It makes you stand in your place for a while, thinking. You know they do, it just doesn't feel right to, especially when you didn't give them a valid reason for your distance.

"Y-yeah…Thanks, coach" You mumble, fully facing away from him. Turning to leave, when you catch a glimpse of the orange sky outside. Realizing how late it got, you break into a sprint back to your classroom.

Through the now empty halls, doused in ombre. No other soul in sight, leaving the sounds of your footsteps to be heard. The sky is beautiful today…wouldn't it be fun to experience it together?

Your pace slows right in front of your classroom, 1-4 written on a sign next to the door. Putting your hands on your knees to catch your breath from all the running, you stop to admire the light that passes through your classroom door.

And that's when you heard it, the faint scratching of a chalkboard being erased, you'd know that sound anywhere. It's soft, you could barely hear it over your own breaths, who could be cleaning it at this time? You know your partner didn't come to school today, they were sick. You yourself forgot, so why would anyone be there?

Slowly peeking through the door frame, you see a lone figure standing by the chalkboard. Short blond hair, a lean figure, headphones over his neck, the wire hanging loose. It's him, the one you felt the most guilt for. You watch him for a while, lazily swiping the eraser across the chalkboard.

So that's who your cleanup partner was talking about.

It wasn't Yamaguchi…

It was Tsuki.

He's been the one filing in for you, the one picking up after you. The one who kept pushing you to just talk to the team from a distance, he was looking out for you. The one that's been trying to reach out in his own way, you feel so stupid. Running away while your…

Your…

Your...

Own boyfriend looks out for you even when you unfairly pushed him away.

Your eyes glaze over and your breathing interchanges between short huffs and long shaky sighs. Feeling like you owe so much to him, keeping you afloat in an ocean of your own solitude. Step by step, you make your way over. Speeding up the closer you got.

Reaching him, you immediately press your face into his back. Arms wrapping around his waist, grabbing at the fabric of his school uniform to keep yourself in place. You can feel him tense, before slowly relaxing and going back to his cleaning. The guilt eating up at you even more, you clench your fists around his uniform, trembling in your place. Your lip trembles slightly, making your words sound even more pathetic than they already are.

"I'm…I-I'm so-so-...so-sor—ry—!" You sob, voice breaking off the same way you are. No words could express the mix of relief and remorse you feel, relief to be able to express your true feelings and remorse for your actions that didn't. Your eyes fill with tears that linger at their edge, waiting for a push to get them down.

"You better be, do you know how much they miss you? Those idiots won't stop asking me about you" Kei's words striking right through your heart, the coil no longer tight. Your tears finally fall as your cries get louder. You press your face further into your boyfriend's back for comfort, letting out all the pent up feelings you've harbored the past week.

"I…I just f-felt like—like I wa-was u-useless!" You whimper, sobs reduced to short intakes of air between big breaths.

"Idiot…" Turning to face you fully, Kei's hand settles itself on the top of your head, sliding down to the back. Pushing you further into an embrace of his own, refusing to look at you. One hand on the back of your head, the other fiddling with his headphone wires.

All that you've done, the distance you tried to make, it all came tumbling down. All at once. It was never supposed to take hold of you the way it did, so all you needed was something to justify ending it. Kei, is that something.

"It's just tha-that—Yachi is such-such a good mana–ger…be-better than me…" The words flow out before you could stop them, a confession to your actions. Hearing it out loud, you truly realize how weak your reasons are. It just shows how little it took to have you questioning your worth as a member of the team, laid out in front of the both of you.　

"..." His silence causes you to meekly look up at him, afraid of what he might think. Kei was always good at keeping a neutral face, never making it easy for you to know what he's thinking.

"I don't want to stop being your guys' manager…" You lower your head, voice a whisper, lip still quivering slightly.

"Then don't, no one's telling you to quit"

Huh.

"But—" You quickly look back up at him.

"But nothing, Yachi's great and all but when will we ever get another clutz like you who pays for my drink?" He has a smug look on his face after saying that, eyes filled with nothing but mischief.

You say nothing, words stuck in your throat. Still staring at his stupid smile, he's probably so proud of himself for that. But, you knew he said that to cheer you up. Something to keep you out of your own head, and it's working.

"Way to ruin the moment…" You mumble, "Could've been a bit more dramatic" A soft smile takes over your expression, already feeling much more relieved than before.

"You can do that by yourself," Kei retorts, looking at you from the corner of his eye.

"But you'd still do it with me" Your smile grows, eyes filled with adoration for the pretty face in front of you. After being alone for the better part of a week, it was nice to finally talk again. Even if you had so much making up to do, to everyone in the team, maybe you could start with the one who still held you close.

"Oh? You sound so sure of yourself for someone who's been running away from me" Eyebrow raised in faux skepticism, waiting for your answer.

"I promise I'll make it up to you first" You tell him, before burying your face back into his front, basking in his familiar scent and warmth where you feel most at ease.

"You better"

And you will. To all of them.

Walking home from school during sunset is a special kind of rare to you, barely anyone on the streets. Your newfound goal for the following week, circling in your mind. Beside you was Kei, matching your pace with long strides contrasting your own smaller steps.

"Kei…Do you want to stop by Paprika heaven?" You suddenly ask.

"Paprika heaven? Really?" Kei is not convinced you're being serious, you can practically sense that raised brow.

"It's a cafe! I know the name isn't the sweetest sounding but trust me on this!" You insist, letting out an exasperated huff.

"Shouldn't it be closed?" He questions further, still doubtful.

"It closes at 9, I checked" You proudly exclaim, crossing your arms with a content look on your face.

Kei rolls his eyes at your antics, "Alright, I yield" he raises his hands in surrender, yet a smirk still makes its way onto his face, "But you're paying"

You freeze, realizing that he's right. You are going to pay for it, with your own money. Immediately, your figure deflates dramatically. Slouching forward with an exaggerated groan.

"Right…" Your wallet will never forgive you. But not because Paprika Heaven was too expensive, a piece of your soul just dies whenever you take out a remotely large amount of money from your wallet.

This apparently amuses your boyfriend because he starts laughing, so much so that his shoulders move in time with each laugh. He turns to look at your stunned figure, which only entertains him more. Hearing his mocking laughter, it shakes you out of your stupor. Irritation starts to take hold of you, wanting him to stop laughing at your obvious misery.

"Wha—?! Stop laughing!" Your fists make contact with your boyfriend's chest, repeatedly hitting him to get him to shut.

"I'm serious! I might become poor after this!"

"That's your own fault" In between laughs, Kei is still able to call you out. Seriously, can't he take this seriously?

After a while he calms down, wiping a single tear from his eye. You also calm down, arms tired from the repeated attacks on your boyfriend. Leaning your forehead on his chest to rest, eyes closing on their own from the change in atmosphere. Kei only stands proud, hands in his pockets and a grin spread across his face in content.

Comfortable silence wash over you, the sun still peeking just beyond the horizon, lighting up the road just enough for you to see the way ahead. It's way too late for a bunch of high school students to be out, let alone ones who plan on staying out. But that doesn't matter, you can take the worried lectures from your parents later. Right now, you want to make up for lost time.

"Kei—," You raise your head to face him, taking a deep breath,

"Thank you" A closed eyed smile appears on your face, "For still putting up with me"

"...Whatever" He looks away from you, eyes gazing over the road in front of you.

But no matter how much he tries to hide it,

You can still see that small genuine smile on his face.

[magma-frog0]

nerd!kenma who acts all shy and quiet but is actually freaky af and is down bad for reader😼😼

Ofc but I'm not really good at writing Kenma so please tell me if I didn't do it right.

You were sitting in math class; it was your third year in Nekoma high school. There was a boy Infront of you, he had brown and blond hair. He was playing a game on his phone until the teacher yelled. "Kozume! Put your phone away or go to the principal's office!" Kenma let out an annoyed sigh.

"Hold on let me finish this level," he mumbled. He kept tapping on his phone and lost the level, he slammed the phone down on his desk. "Fuck," he groaned, just loud enough for the teacher to hear.

"That's it, go to the office!" He yelled slamming his fist on the table Infront of him.

Before he left, he turned to look at you and winked, you felt something in your stomach. You watched him leave as you felt your cheeks heat. You tried to concentrate but you couldn't. You weren't listening during class when he calls your name. "Do you know the answer?" He asked, he must've known you weren't listening. You let out an annoyed groan.

"No I don't." You said sternly.

"Your attitude isn't needed miss." He said gripping his chalk tightly in his hand.

"Kiss. my. ass." You stood up and grabbed your bag.

"That's it! Go to the office!" He yelled as you were leaving.

"That's where I was going you fucking idiot." You flicked him off and went to the office.

You went to the office and saw Kenma, he looked at you and smiled. "Oh look who it is," he said quietly with a smirk on his lips. The principle called your name from her office. "Tell me about it later," he said. You smiled and walked in the office.

"I am very disappointed in you; you are a great student. Why are you acting like this?" She was very nice even in the situation you were in.

"It's not my fault, he called on me when I was zoned out. And the only reason I've been zoning out so much is because he assigns the most homework out of all my classes. After I'm done with all of his assignments, it's already 2am and I barely get any sleep." You explained the situation even though most of it was a lie. She listened to you and said.

"I will talk to your teacher, but in the meantime, you have detention with Kozume." She went back to the hall where Kenma was sitting. "Come with me," she started walking. Kenma got up with his bag and followed her. She unlocked the door and opened it. "Have a seat, you'll be in hear till 6:30." She said as she left and locked the door.

You looked at the clock to see if was only 4, you sighed and sat in the back of the class. Kenma sat next to you, “so are you going to tell me what you did?” He asked.

“The teacher called in me when I was zoned out and I got an ‘attitude’ and cussed him out,” you explained.

“Damn, why were you zoned out anyway?” He asked looking at you with a smile. He already knew it was him. He just wanted you to say it yourself. You felt your cheeks get hot as you remembered him winking at you.

“I was just… tired…” you said quietly. He got up from his seat and got in front of your desk looking down on you. He got closer to your ear and said.

“Say that again, I couldn’t hear you.” He smirked as he pulled away from your ear. He saw your face get red and you looked down. He grabbed your face to make you look at him. “Tell me the truth or I’ll get it out of you myself.”

His words made you shiver with anticipation. You know the reason you were in detention was because you wanted to be with him. “I wanted…to be here with you,” you almost felt ashamed when you said it. His thumb caressed your cheek.

“Now that wasn’t so hard, was it?” He asked slyly. He was good with words and it pissed you off.

“Shut up…” you said embarrassed. His eyes were burning into yours and then he looked down at your lips.

“Such a big mouth for such pretty lips,” he mumbled. “I wonder what they could do,” he grinned, running his thumb over your lips and down to your chin. Holding it up and he gives you a light peck. “You taste like strawberries.”

“Thanks?” You didn’t know what to say. You felt yourself get wet as your heat pooled in you underwear. He just smiled at you and looked at the clock behind him. 4:30 is what it read.

“Get up,” he demanded. You slowly stood and got in front of him. “Sit on the desk,” you listened and sat there. He aggressively slammed his lips against yours. You let out a soft whimper as his fingers ran up and down your body. He stopped and looked into you eyes. “So beautiful…” he whispers as he gets on his knees in front of your dripping cunt. He let out a shaky sigh as he took your pants of and put his fingers against your underwear. He felt how soaked you are and chuckled. “So wet for me.” He took off your underwear and put his head between your legs. And started lapping at your cunt. You pulled at his hair and he let out a soft whimper. He pushed his finger inside you and slowly started thrusting it. You threw your head back, his fingers were slim but they hit every part of you that made your whole body shiver.

“Oh Kenma-“ you let out a loud moan everything felt so… amazing. He smirks and looked at you and hushed you.

“Don’t be to loud honey, someone might hear.” He said quietly he had a cocky look on his face, he obviously loved how you looked trying not to be loud. He chuckled a bit at your soft whimpers and moans. He felt you tighten, it was like you were sucking in his fingers as you got closer. You had to cover your mouth with your hand softly biting on your palm and gripping the edge of the desk to contain the moans your body was trying to let out as you had what felt like the best orgasm you’ve ever had. He stood up and kissed your cheek. “You’ll pay me back my love, but we only have an hour left and I want you to relax now. I’m not trying to run you down just yet.” He cooed as he whispered in your ear.

You nodded and stood up at a loss for words and stumbling a bit you tried to put on your clothes by yourself, your whole body was shaking in a good way of course but it made it hard for you to simply put on your pants. “Oh fuck me…” you muttered under your breath. He chuckled and walked up to you lifting your chin.

“Need help?” He asked softly with a sly smirk. You simply rolled your eyes but before you even answered he was pulling your underwear and pants up your legs, making sure they were secure he stood up and smiled. “Just tell me if you need something.” He murmured and kissed your lips, then your cheek, then your neck. Then he stood up and shook he head. “Beautiful girl…” He ran his fingers through your hair.

[cinnamon-stheater]

MizuEna - 𐙚˙⋆.˚Infinitely Colorful ₊🖌⊹♡

SORRY THIS WAS SO LATE !!! the ask came like october 13th and i was like "huh i have no motivation. let's publish it NOW instead" anyway established relationship mizuena !! they're already girlfriends :DD something fluffy for your eyes after mizu5 (i started writing this like right after it came out so. yeah) i used they/them pronouns for mizuki !! might end up switching to she/they sometime but also i'm not that practiced in writing characters with two different pronouns so uh. the switch might be a little hard :<< warning: this was written by somebody who does not know ANYTHING about makeup. deepest apologies if you tear out your hair while reading ^ person who looked up headcanons and cosplays to figure out what to do for makeup enjoy the show !! ☆彡

Three brief knocks rapped against the front door of the Shinonome's house, almost drowned out by the Nightcord music Ena had blasting in her earbuds. It wasn't her fault Kanade and Mafuyu were such good composers.

"Oi, Akiyama's here," Akito called from outside Ena's room. The music didn't drown out his voice, unfortunately. "You should let them inside."

"I know," Ena retorted, pausing Lower One's Eyes and ripping out her earbuds. "I'm going right now." She knew that Mizuki usually just went upstairs to her room by themself though, so when she opened the door she wasn't surprised to be met with a pair of pale pink eyes shadowed by long eyelashes.

"Hi Ena!" Mizuki greeted cheerfully, having let themself inside the house. (How, Ena had no idea. Maybe she'd left the door unlocked when she tried going outside for better cell service earlier that day.) Mizuki had also kind of invited themself over - Ena had tried to object that she was busy with art projects and homework, but to be honest, she was really tired, and she knew herself well enough to know that she wasn't going to spend the long weekend they had doing homework. So why not spend it with Mizuki instead?

"Hi Mizuki," Ena smiled, letting them in. "You didn't bring as much as I was expecting." Her mind flashed back to the last sleepover they had, when Ena had trouble fitting Mizuki's stuff through the door. This time though, the other had only brought a single, large duffel bag. "Are you sure you didn't forget anything?"

"I don't forget things like you, Ena," Mizuki replied with a teasing grin.

"Hold on. Who was the one that didn't bring the makeup over last time?"

"Aah, I guess you're right. I brought it over this time though!" Mizuki fished out a cute pink makeup bag from their duffel bag, holding it up for Ena to see.

"That's great," said Ena happily. "Let's get started! I was thinking we could go for this look.."

The two chatted eagerly as they made themselves comfortable on the soft, plush cushions on Ena's bedroom floor. Mizuki started with Ena's makeup, their makeup bag and some other things they'd shoved in their duffel bag last minute strewn across the diamond-patterned rug. Their hand found Ena's as they patted blush on her cheeks.

"Hehe, you don't even need blush with how red your cheeks are already," Mizuki teased.

Ena flushed even harder, considering slapping Mizuki in the face. "Shut up!"

Mizuki's hand felt cold in hers as her girlfriend leaned in for the details in her eyeshadow. How did she fall in love with this person again?

"What color do you want your lips?" Mizuki brought out a few lipsticks from their makeup bag, all different shades of pink and red. Ena had hers in a pile on the floor beside them, with colors she didn't think she'd ever used.

"Surprise me," she decided after a moment of thought.

"Ooh, brave are we?" Mizuki reached out a hand to gently press on Ena's eyelids. "Close your eyes then!"

Ena felt a cold stick trailing over her lips, and her mind raced to try and find out which color Mizuki had chosen. Red? No, Mizuki wouldn't have been that bold. Hot pink? That wasn't right either. Mizuki surprisingly had doubts with that color. They'd mentioned it briefly on a Nightcord call once, Ena remembered. She also couldn't see Mizuki choosing any other color that wasn't in the red-pink shades either, like green or blue. Most of those didn't look right on her.

Meaning that it had to be...

"Done!" Mizuki declared happily. "Open your eyes!"

In the mirror Mizuki handed her, Ena's reflection blinked back at her, its eyes widening. A gentle pink was layered over Ena's lips, not too bright, just noticeable enough that someone glancing over wouldn't be able to tell but another gazing at her would. It was almost like a whispered wish, a wisp of cloud at dawn, a tiny brushstroke painting a flower petal.

It was what she'd expected the color would be. She smiled softly.

"It's great," she said, her heart lighter than a ribbon. "Now I'll do your makeup!"

Mizuki nodded in agreement. "Okay!"

Ena put a hand on her chin. How should she do this? Mizuki wore makeup on a regular basis - usually easier and basic things, like foundation and eyeliner, not too extreme. Ena didn't want to pile on makeup, but... she wanted to do something different. Something that would stand out, but only to someone that knew Mizuki. Only to her.

As an artist, Ena had spent most of her life studying things. Not academic wise, that was Mafuyu - studying how things would look on canvases. If she were to paint a scene of the city, how would she make the sky stand out or blend in? How would she make sure the tiny strokes of fur on wolves were visible or if they were just another wolf in the crowd? She almost laughed to herself. All these things where the answers came easily to her, and she had absolutely no idea where to begin on the beautiful, blank canvas of Mizuki's face.

Something that stands out. With the thought in her head, she began her work.

Mizuki usually didn't bother with eyeshadow - if anything, it was only the lightest pink. Ena wanted to stay true to that, while still adding a special flair. She brushed on a thin layer of pink, then added a second layer of lavender reaching from the ends to a blended halfway point on the eyelid. It almost reminded Ena of twilight.

She grinned. Now for the other eye.

"Hey Ena," Mizuki chattered. "Do you have any outfits planned for dress-up later? How should we do our hair? Do you have any movie recommendations? Because I do! What about -"

"Mizuki, stop moving!" Ena said indignantly. "Hold still." She reached out to rest her fingers on Mizuki's cheek, trying to steady their head. Mizuki fell silent instantly, their body still. The silence dragged on until Ena finally finished their eyeshadow, leaning back to survey her work, her hand slipping down to her side.

"Done!" she declared proudly before glancing down to the floor. "Hold on, I forgot the blush.."

She found the blush beside her leg, flicking it open and taking the already pink-pad out. When she looked up, however, Mizuki was struggling to meet her eyes. She paused, frowning, the pad of blush halfway to Mizuki's already bright face.

"What?" she asked with a small frown of confusion.

"E-eh?! Nothing!" Mizuki stammered for a bit, regaining their composure. Their cheeks slowly faded to their normal color. "Carry on, Ena!"

Ena didn't press further, instead opting to finish Mizuki's makeup. Lipstick wasn't that much of a problem since Mizuki usually used lip gloss, but it still took her a moment to think about. She settled on red, not too bright and softer around the edges. She finished off with a small touch of mascara.

"And.. done!" She set the mascara down and handed Mizuki the mirror, scooting over beside Mizuki to look in it as well.

"Wow, Ena! I look so cute~" A reflection of Mizuki's smile grinned at Ena in the mirror, and there was an involuntary tug at the corner of her lips. She rested her head on Mizuki's shoulder, savoring the warmth that radiated from her girlfriend.

"Yeah, you do," Ena breathed.

They stayed like that for a while, Ena's head on Mizuki's shoulder, Mizuki's head on hers, sharing in one another's presence. Every muscle in Ena's body relaxed, her worries and struggles fading from her mind. With her hand tight in Mizuki's, and their other arm wrapped around her shoulders, a blanket of comfort enfolded the two in a seemingly infinitely colorful tranquility. If only time could stop...

"Hmm.. wanna change into our pajamas now? Then we can draw each other!" Mizuki suggested excitedly. "And after that, we can play board games.. ooh, maybe we can bake something as well!"

"Hah? It's going to take all night to do all of that!"

Mizuki laughed. "It isn't a sleepover party if you don't keep going until you fall asleep!"

"Hold on, I think I've heard that somewhere before.."

"Haha, really~?"

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It was supposed to be a little (lot) longer and they were supposed to do all the things Mizuki mentioned above, but I'd already not posted for a (really) long while and thought this was good enough :')) I'm not getting bored of it but it was hard to write for some reason ?? I'll try to do mizuena justice sometime... *cries*

Hope you enjoyed the show !!☆彡 Curtains closing~

[penroseparticle]

Penrose Song of the Day Bonus Track: Folded Out by Stolen Jars

Help, I'm experiencing skill gap. If you only read one song of the day read this one, it's just as personal and not as private.

There's a lot of music. A LOT! There's too much music. (There will never be enough). There are so many songs and styles and instruments and conventions and broken expectations and formats and hooks and methods.

Music is probably the largest language I care to learn, after math (Which is just music before we could hear it). So it's frustrating to want to have the language to talk about it without having that language.

This is not a song that I had ever heard of until today. But it is an instant classic. Shoutout to @Telomar, someone I greatly respect the musical tastes of. I'm a bit afraid of it actually, which feels good to admit. A relief to stop holding that insecurity tight to my body.

I don't know anything! I am a fraud, an idiot, a know nothing know it all. I think I know so much about music and I am simply not that smart. I like music but I don't know what I'm doing.

And I know that's not true, I don't know nothing. I played instruments, I can interrogate a text. I'm learning terminology and song structure and what my tastes are (not just things I like, but why I like them). I want to make music one day but I'm scared to start. I feel like I don't have enough time in the day to do everything I want to and this one is the one I'm most scared of. What if I suck. What if I'll never get decent, let alone good. What if the things I have to say are boring or bad or ugly or cruel. What if I've only ever thought I was musically inclined but I'm actually a tone deaf fop.

It's hard to be authentic, because for starters I'm sick of that asshole, and I think he's kind of overhyped, and basic as fuck. But I won't start being authentic by being afraid to be open right. I gotta admit the things I like, the things I don't know, and when I'm only learning. Stop pretending I know what's going on and be ok with saying I don't know what that is, what that means, who that is, what that song is. I instantly look them up, I listen, I give my honest feedback. I'm starting to pick out instrumentation tracks. I'm going to get good. I'm going to be perfectly hyped, and have something interesting to say.

But that starts by admitting my smallness. No one anywhere knows everything about their field, it is actually impossible. No one is expected to. All I can do is do my best at.

What's so intimidating about your tastes @Telomar is that your tastes are specific. I like that I can hear a song that you like and recognize why it's something you like, even if I can't name it yet. I'm starting to recognize genres that I would associate with you. I'm starting to interrogate different aspects of music that I wouldn't have before. I don't know, it makes me stretch in a good way. I want to meet you there, in your music. Maybe I decide I don't like the weather, or that I only want a summer home where you listen. But I want to know the roadmap of how to get there. I want to be able to find you in the ocean of sound, if that makes sense.

So I've been dabbling back and forth through a playlist of faves he has, doing some homework. Listening to music I never knew, music I like, some I don't care for. But none of it bad- I'm appreciating what's there more and more.

I want to know more. I can't sit on my laurels, I can't do nothing. I can't lose focus. If you care about something, you have to put in the effort right? Even if you're tired. You do what you can.

Folded Out has a country guitar sensibility. It has a delicate percussion. It has a clear, intriguing melody line for the guitar. The layering is slow, methodical, and clear. There's a homespun feel to the song. It's a bit of soft, sweet Stomp Clap. It's cute. It gives you that chest feeling. It's good. Good job Stolen Jars. Good job.

Anyways, have a second song of the day because writing the Bare one unclogged something.

You could be dead right now. Go listen to something you love.

[whydousernamesevenexist]

Yah so uhh… my therapist gave me homework. It was to write a short story about me, or any other character, if they got rid of their fear of not having enough money. Like, how they would feel, what they would do…

Anyway.

I tried writing in Czech, but I couldn't get past the first three sentences, so I deleted it all and started over in English.

It got out of hand pretty quickly and the MC didn't even get that fear removed in the end.

But whatever, I'm still gonna submit it to her this week.

Anyway, if anyone is curious what is going on in my head, here it is.

Be warned, it's kinda a lot edgy.

I'm completely useless at making up titles

Word count: 1063

According to my screentime it took me 40 minutes to write this

He quickly walked into his room, carefully closed the door, and let out a sigh of relief. He sat at his desk, and laid his forehead on the wood. He closed his eyes.

"I've been watching you for a while," said suddenly a soft voice.

"Gah!" Yelped the boy, and, startled, he threw the first object he could reach at the voice. The object, a glass, shattered against the wall.

"Peter?" Came a tired, irritated voice of a woman.

The boy's eyes widened. "All good, mother!" He yelled back."I had a nightmare and broke a glass. I'll clean it up!"

A woman in her forties, with visible worry lines in her face, entered the room. "Oh, Peter," she sighed in disappointment, "that costs money, you know."

"I'm sorry, mother," he looked down, "I'll buy another one, I promise."

"Whatever," the woman clicked her tongue. "Clean this up. And don't make more noise. You woke the girls up," she slapped him on the cheek, and walked out, slamming the door behind herself angrily.

He pressed his lips into a thin line, and began picking up the shards.

"You're scared of her," came the voice again.

Peter spun around, careful not to throw any more things at the voice, and laid his eyes upon a small, flickering creature.

"What the fuck…" he breathed out.

"I'm Lyra, a fairy," the creature said in a cheerful voice.

"Right… I'm hallucinating, right," he sighed and shook his head.

"No, you're not," the fairy insisted, "I'm real."

"Sure… let's go with that," Peter scoffed. "Now, what do you want from me, you super real fairy?"

"I'm curious," she replied.

"About what?" He sighed, and continued picking up the glass.

"Why are you scared of your mother?"

The boy scoffed. "I'm scared of everyone."

"Why?" She asked, her head tilted to the side in curiosity.

"Only a fool wouldn't be scared of people," he shrugged. "All humans, myself included, are all but wild animals, held back by the leash that are the so called morals."

"Are you afraid someone might kill you, then?" Lyra asked quietly.

"I'm more afraid of what they'd do if they didn't kill me," he shook his head, a dark expression passing his face.

"Just imagine what she, what anyone would do, if they found out all I've done my entire life was deceive them."

Lyra scrunched her eyebrows. "Why have you deceived them?"

"Because I'm afraid of them. And because I don't know who I am. Everything I've ever done and said has been an act to please them. With every person, I play a slightly different role, adjusted to how they like me. If I'm with more than one person at once, I make a careful mixture of the personalities I use with them separately. And most importantly, all roles, all personalities, must be carefully acted out to be similar, so when they compare my behaviour among themselves, they get the impression that I am one and the same with all of them." He said in a quiet, calm voice.

"What's your real personality, then?" The fairy asked curiously.

"I don't have a real personality," Peter shook his head, "I'm… a canvas, I'd say. Whenever I'm with people, I paint at the canvas. And when I'm alone, the canvas clears again. It is empty, plain white. When I don't have to perform, I don't have a personality." He answered calmly.

"And why are you afraid of what people would do if they found this out? What could they even do?"

"Are you kidding? They'd be so angry. If they found out that every "I love you, mom and dad", every "can I help you with something?", every "I wish you the best", every "congratulations" was a lie, that I do not feel anything towards them, and that i have only ever said anything to gain their sympathy, they'd become furious," he shook his head. "They'd push me away. They'd badmouth me. And worst of all, I wouldn't have their support, in anything. I'd be broke. I'd be without help and without a place to go."

"If you could have one wish, and you knew it would come true, what would you wish for?" the fairy asked with the innocence of a little child.

"Money, of course. Tons of money," Peter laughed, throwing the glass shards into the bin carelessly.

"Money won't buy you happiness, though," Lyra pouted.

The boy stared at her for a moment, and then burst out laughing. "God, you're funny. Did you really think I seek happiness? Don't be silly," he cried. "Happiness doesn't exist. It's an unachievable concept."

"What do you seek then, if not happiness?" Lyra asked in wonder.

"Comfort and pleasure, of course," Peter smirked. "Those exist. And they can be bought by money, too. Why wouldn't I seek them?"

"That's… a surprisingly sensible answer," the fairy nodded thoughtfully.

"What would you say, though, if I freed you from your fear of discomfort, of poverty? Without giving you money, I mean. If I just took away the feeling?"

"That would be bad, I think," the boy shook his head. "Yes, that would be very bad," he said resolutely.

"Remember when I said that morals are the leash for humans? Morals aren't *my* leash. My leash is that fear of discomfort you speak of," he smiled. "I'm convinced I wouldn't feel the least care if I hurt someone, or even killed them. I could get great pleasure from it, even. The thing stopping me from jumping at the first person I see just for fun&nbsp; is that the consequences of that action would be being imprisoned and then shunned by society, therefore unable to get enough money to ensure my comfort."

"Why would you do that?" Lyra backed away in surprise.

"Why not?" he laughed. "I've always wondered how it would be to hurt or kill someone, or steal something. If you took away my fear of discomfort, there wouldn't be anything to stop me," the boy grinned.

"I shouldn't do that, then," the fairy whispered.

"That is entirely up to you," Peter shrugged.

Then, without looking at her again, he calmly walked over to his bed, and laid down. In a few moments, he was snoring.

With a cloud of glitter the fairy disappeared from the room, leaving nothing but the smell of fresh rain behind her.

[nogenderbee]

Heya~ it's me again, your beloved ☁️ anon *insert tsukasa laughing*

I'm very sorry for being inactive this lately, school and homework are sucks and I don't even have time for myself😞.

And, OH just saw your doing my req and I wanted to say THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR DOING MY REQ, IT'S SO CUTE🥰. TSUKASA IS MY COMFORT CHARACTER AND YOUR WRITING MAKE ME MORE INLOVE WITH ✨MY STAR✨ AAAAHHHHSJEJDJD- (simp-)

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Anyways, i saw that fluff alphabet for tsukasa almost all the letters have been made except for 3 more letters. And i want to completed it.

That's why, if you don't mind, may i request d,l,n for tsukasa?

Don't pressure yourself and take your time, I don't mind if it takes long :)

Hope you have a great day^^

Hello my lovely ☁️ anon! I'm so glad you enjoyed that post and don't worry, I know school can be tiring ^^ and I'm so glad to announce that Tsukasa fluff alphabet is complete! WOHOOO!!

Anyway take care of yourself as well and I hope you enjoy <3

Tsukasa D, L, N fluff alphabet

Tag List: @alicewinterway18 - come get your future star!

⊱ Distance ═ They are in long distance relationship. How do they act in it? Do they have any plans for meeting their lover?

You and Tsukasa probably met on some socials that had to do with performances or Saki introduced you to each other. If he meets you through his sister, he tries a little more to not loose contact with you. If you met on socials he still tries his best not to loose contact but he knows that it's easy through online...

When you got together, Tsukasa almost immediately wanted to go to you and hug you as a thanks for accepting his feelings to you, but of course he couldn't... but that won't stop him from any dates! He likes to video chat or just call you somewhere in the day so you won't be tired the next day. That's why sometimes he's just walking around the streets showing you places and talking about everything. You also probably know backstage of Wonder Stages like the back of your hand thanks to him!

After at least a few months of dating, Tsukasa starts to be more and more impatient, he just wants to go to you or wants you here with him! His family probably won't let him so when Wonderland x Showtime decided to go to your country for some research, he was so excited. Of course he immediately texted you and asked if you're alright with this place. And when the day he sees you comes, he literally rushes at you and captures you in tight hug.

"YN!! You're her!! We finally can have real date! C'mon I heard that this attraction is one of the best here!"

⊱ Lazy ═ How do they spend lazy days with their lover?

Dates with Tsukasa are often anything but lazy, although there are exception. For example if he's drowned out after a show and you're tired for whatever reason you may have, he'll lay on his bed with you and start cuddling. Sometimes he'll also put on some of his favorite shows or just music and will burry his head in the crack of your neck. If he's really tired you might even hear how he mumbles soft compliments to you without even realizing it, so feel free to just remember him about it later and you can see his flushed face.

"I'm not feeling like doing anything energetic today... What about we watch some of our favorite shows and cuddle?"

⊱ Nickname ═ How do they call you? Where did they took this idea from?

Tsukasa always saw you as his light, so that's not a surprise that he wanted to give you a special nickname. Names like darling, sweetheart, sunshine and similar sounded too basic for him. That's when he thought of calling you "his star" but you already call him like that... and if he's going to be a star, that nickname wouldn't necessarily fit... but at the same time you completely deserve to be called a star! That's when he ended up rambling to Rui how he can't think of any special nickname to you. And luckily for him, his friend started teasing him how he should call you "his co-star". At first he brushed it off but later he stayed thinking about it more and more, when he realized that it's not the worst nickname.

Tsukasa was really nervous about calling you that, he thought that maybe you won't like it or worse... will brak up with him because of that.

"H-Hello my dear co-star! ... Yes I called you co-star... should I stop...? If you don't like it I can go back to calling you YN!!"

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[sketch-guardian]

aight time for another ask!!! your OCs with a MC who works way too hard and barely gets any sleep at night? (also if you don't mind, platonic headcanons for Camy too because she's lovely and I want to hug her 😭) - Isa

Hello again!☺ It's always a pleasure to answer these questions😌they help me build the character of my OCs. However,I should seriously start putting reference images,so that people can recognize the characters🤔. Anyway I will do my best to reply!✨ (Also don't worry, I don't mind at all🙈in fact I'm flattered that you want me to write about my MC too💜).

RAD CLASSMATES AND CAMY (MY MC) WITH A OVERWORKED AND SLEEPLESS MC

DEMYA

First of all,Demya's a free spirit,who has long promised herself not to take orders from anyone, given her past, which means that she often doesn't respect dates of delivery for tasks. She's also not too familiar with the concept of school commitment,compared to other demons,she even learned to read and write later than normal. That said,we can imagine how Demya wouldn't understand why her mate works so hard, putting their health at risk,but Demya knows one thing for sure:work is stealing MC's attention and Demya doesn't like being ignored, so an intervention on her part is needed. Demya isn't above threatening to eat MC's RAD homework and no, she's not kidding, she's eaten worse, challenging her isn't worth it. Demya's determined and good with in distractions, in fact she has two options: either to eat something together with her mate and then drag them to bed, fluttering her eyelashes while acting cute and whiny to convince MC to stop working and lay with her (she thinks that a full stomach makes you sleepier easily) or tire MC in other ways if they're comfortable with that ... like caressing them or straight up making out until they nod off

DOMNRA (MOBIM)

Domnra isn't the best when it comes to work. He often doesn't do his homework ,due to him giving priority to other things, however he's quite lucky, because he has Mobim who takes care of notes when he's too busy. Don't get me wrong, he's smart and would be able to do his work on his own, it's just that he doesn't apply, so he quite admires a hardworking MC in that respect and can understand the issue of crossing the line, since occasionally he happens to do it with training, but he would be hypocritical enough to scold his partner for it (if MC points that out, they'll witness Domnra in all his tsundere glory). Domnra often has nightmares (about his fall and curse)and sometimes he happens to wake up alone in bed,with MC still awake. In those cases Domnra stands by MC until they have finished their work, perhaps giving them a hand to speed up and to distract himself, and if they fell asleep earlier, he would bring them back to bed in his arms. On other occasions, especially if in a calmer mood than usual, he would insist that they go to bed with him (which is rare, so it would be better to accept) and in the meantime he would decide to play some relaxing music and cuddle MC together with Mobim, who could try to reproduce sounds similar to the purring of cats to reassure MC. If all that doesn't work, then Domnra would suggest doing some exercise, to tire the body sooner

AZUL

Azul's a rather relaxed demon who does his work when he's in a good mood,otherwise when he's in a bad mood,he tends to withdraw into himself and let off steam until it passes. Azul thinks that MC should take their duties more lightly,it's nobody's death if they delays with delivering homework from time to time, life goes on and breaks are a must. He's also no expert on humans, but he's pretty sure that if little sleep isn't healthy for demons, then it's even worse for humans. So since he cares about his lovely star, he would try to convince them with sweet words, hugging them from behind and putting his head on their shoulder,maybe even gently rubbing their sore spots, he's good enough at temptation. If it doesn't work and MC desperately needs to sleep, then Azul would be forced to resort to magic (which would have been his first option since he always uses it, but obviously he wanted MC's consent)

ZURI

Zuri's a workaholic herself and always aims for perfection, so she spends a lot of time on her duties, having such high standards and doing everything herself, however she promised herself to keep fit and look after her looks, therefore she cannot afford to go to sleep late,except for some important events. She isn't a hypocrite and she knows that scolding MC for their behavior would be useless on her part,so she would just help them finish their work as soon as possible in an efficient way, so that they can get ready for the night. Zuri would prepare them a warm and flowers scented bath to reduce tension and then welcome them in her bed, with a hot drink on a bedside table ready to be consumed. After that she would gently put skin treatments on MC's face. And if her beloved still can't fall asleep, then Zuri would try to sing something while she holds them in her arms. She's good at singing and her voice is quite hypnotic

ODON

A resolution of Odon has always been to live peacefully and with a smile, although aware that such a lifestyle is not for everyone, after all they too had difficulties when they were younger to see Devildom,Celestial Realm and Earth in a new light, but in the end Odon got where they're now, so they aren't the type to minimize the stress of others. Odon has no difficulty with work,they're very intelligent and adapt to circumstances, challenges simply fascinate them and they always face difficulties with a smile. Odon knows humans are much more fragile than demons, so it saddens them to see MC trying so hard, like they're trying to prove something. In any case, Odon would stroke or pat their dear friend's head, saying that they're proud of their efforts, but that it would be better to take a break with some good biscuits and a cup of tea to reinvigorate their mind, their work won't run away and Odon can leave the eye-like creatures there to supervise if it makes them feel any better. To make MC relax, Odon would make them rest their head on their lap and read them a book, keeping one hand free so they could hold it. (P.S.: Odon has a tendency to call everyone friend. Lucifer? To Odon it's "friend Lucifer". Beelzebub? It would be "friend Beel". For MC, once they become a couple, it would be something like "dear friend MC")

CAMY (MY MC) (PLATONIC)

Honestly? Mood-

All jokes aside, Camy's a person who spends many hours working and usually during the week, she sleeps only about three hours (the seven brothers do not approve-), so she understands MC's drama, having the exact same problem, which have been made worse since she became a council member and Solomon's apprentice... she finds all these commitments very stressful. Camy would be afraid to make MC's situation worse, not having exactly good advice to offer, but as a friend, she would do her best to support them, even staying up with them through the night if necessary, she doesn't mind anyway. What Camy would suggest would be to listen to some relaxing music: she has occasionally fallen asleep with headphones on after all (it was embarrassing explaining that to Lucifer) or to vent to each other by telling about their problems, that should tire them enough

[lovecolibri]

Honestly I think 911’s biggest weakness is a lack of planning. We already know that their original plans for S5 fell through, resulting in BT being drawn out because Megan was available. Which, good for her, get that bag sis. Would love to know what the original plan was, but I know I never will.

And they also couldn’t have been more clearly setting something up with Ravi and his childhood cancer storyline. But for one reason or another they failed to get Anirudh under contract. Why? Who knows. Maybe they took for granted that he’d be available next year so they didn’t make it worth his commitment, which is silly with such a handsome, talented, and likable actor. He’s off to bigger and better things, and again good for him get that bag! Or maybe it’s more complicated than that and again we’ll never know.

In any case they had to drop that thread and chose to go with ignoring him entirely and hoping the audience would just forget, which to be fair has worked with some of their fuckups in the past, but not this time, guess they underestimated just how much people liked him, so they had to come up with some last-second off screen excuse for why he literally disappeared and no one even mentioned his name again. Not to mention writing Chimney off because JLH was on leave. Baffling decision making, honestly.

And anyway they don’t seem to be very good at making Plan A happen, and when it doesn’t instead of having a solid Plan B or C, they scramble and the story suffers. Then add in admitted problems with pacing and filling time and the story stops working because the tension is lost and the payoff fizzles out. Their very own metaphorical structural defects being ignored, bound to come crashing down eventually. You know that old adage about failing to plan is planning to fail. It’s true!

This is BEYOND old but like, so appropriate for right now! I honesty don't think they NEEDED to pad out time with Tay Kay because they have SUCH a large main cast, but that would require KR to care about something other than what is going on in Buck's pants and any given moment, and because SHE wanted BT, we got BT despite it making no sense to have even brought her character back in s4. What did she even do that no one else could have done? Getting *some* possible inside info in Treasure Hunt and the *getting the story on the news* bit in First Responders is the only thing I can think of, and honestly they easily could have figured out a different way. But the show cannot seem to have Buck or Eddie in a relationship without the other then seeking out one too because otherwise they don't really have anything to do when they can't be involved in their normal family unit. Which is dumb, because they could work on Eddie's friendships and relationships with other cast and same with Buck in letting them be involved in other storylines, but apparently good looking men have no other purpose but to seek out a woman to complete their family I guess, and god forbid they be allowed around each other if one of them is dating. 😒

(also why I'm very 😒😒😒 about them getting other LIs. I remember Buck not being allowed to talk to anyone but Tay Kay while trapped in his loft for 98% of s5. I hate the idea of losing out on not just romantic Buddie, but their whole friendship and the Buckley-Diaz family unit. Eddie isn't going to need Buck to bake cookies with Chris if he has a GF to do it. Buck isn't going to need to cook for Eddie and Chris and help Chris with his homework if he's busy going out with his GF. There is SO much more we lose out on when those two are pared up with other women than just romantic Buddie and regardless if these women stick around long term, I'm tired and don't want to watch MORE wasted time, and more important talks they COULD be having with each other or their chosen family members going to random characters I don't know or care about. 🤷🏻‍♀️)

As for Ravi, I'm SO happy we clamored loud enough to get him back, and also good for him for picking up other jobs when KR sidelined him and gave all his moments to L instead. You go King! But they've known he was going to be back for ages so the fact they have STILL not mentioned him in s6 until he's randomly back on screen is just a) poor planning, pacing, and things happening off screen that KR thinks is fine to mention in interviews instead of actually on the show people are watching, and b) feels very vindictive because everyone loved him and hated her little self-insert character. But whatever, he's back now and I'm very excited to see him again!

But for REAL, they need to get KR out of the showrunner chair. The pacing and arcs and whole entire show has suffered enough that even the GA is tired of cyclical plots and characters going nowhere just repeating the same storylines over again, and with the show not having the depth and feeling it used to have. When even the casual viewers are picking up on and calling out things like Buck and Eddie's friendship being sidelined, or Madney stuff happening off screen, you KNOW it's bad. Also, regardless of demo (which doesn't matter as much anymore with them not getting ad revenue as much, thanks T for pointing that out!) the number of viewers has dropped DRAMATICALLY. And at some point the network cannot justify spending that kind of money on a show that isn't bringing in the money OR accolades. (like LS getting notice and awards for it's representation and diversity for example).

[deeptrashwitch]

So, I was thinking over my tired mind after doing homework.

Happens that I might be a little bit obsessed with MW and MWII recently, or maybe is like a lot.

And since I was scrolling tumblr with insomnia at goddamned 3:00 am in my country, I found some amazing artists over here. I especially liked a lot @sleepyconfusedpotato 's pictures, and don't get me started with Jade and Ghost's stories and pictures, I BECAME A BIG FAN!

Anyway xd long story short, during the afternoon I got inspired.

One thing lead to another and meanwhile I was fuc***ng my ears hearing music, well, I ended creating an OC. I'm absolutely terrible in any attempt of drawing something, and I just wrote about it, so, sorry for the lack of images in this!

Being tired enough to overpass my shame of sharing my characters, i want to introduce you to her! Also, maybe...she can get along well with Jade? Who knows

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Name: Cpt. Alicia Marchant

Age: 32 years old

Birthdate: October 15th 1993

Born in: Arlington, Texas

Hair, skin and eyes: Black, brown and nut brown

Height: 1.80 m

She got tatoos on her arms during her high school time (also ended being chewed out for her mother while her father laughed for DAYS because of it 😅)

Half american, half colombian

Have a lot of scars, the bigger ones are on her face across the mouth and part of the nose that's why she keeps a mask over that half of her face

Knows six languages, but hate speaking russian

She'll never leave any of her soldiers behind, even if that means getting hurt while saving them

Loves dancing, singing and writing (only God knows what she writes)

Doesn't know why, but coffee makes her sleepy and yet, still drink a big cup every single morning

Her team see her as a calmed big sister off duty, but they are TERRIFIED if anyone dares to piss her off

Pretty quiet when is on her thoughts, but agressive if you wake her up without a warning -Price learned this during a mision, never did it again-

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Welp, that's it, see ya! Hope you liked it as much as i enyojed to do it.

[a-heart-like-a-sparrow]

April 16th, 2024 - I love life

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Today was WONDERFUL!

It was a great day. I woke up early and ate a good piece of lasagna. My classes were good, I talked and laughed a lot with my friends.

Also, he's getting more handsome every day.

And then when I went home one of the flowers I see on the street fell to the floor. I picked it up and now it's on a jar full of water.

I searched for it on Google and it turns out it's a moonflower. It's one of my favourites! I was so happy.

What's more, is that I CLEANED MY DESK. OH MY GOD. AND MY COMPUTER IS ON. This is incredible. I feel so good about myself now.

I ate noodles a while ago and I don't know if I'll throw up or just explode. But it was worth it. I love noodles.

Tomorrow I have to go to gym class. It's gonna be so cold! It already is now... And I can't even go to sleep now, I have to finish my assignment. And do some homework. I'm so tired.

Well, I'm always tired. No surprise.

But I'm still happy. I'll go to sleep with a smile tonight. But first, I have to write at least two pages of information to explain a goddamn myth created by Plato.

Why? lol

Anyway, that was all. I enjoyed everything.

Rest well!

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[an-aroaces-harem]

Ivy Chapter 6

DISCLAIMER: I just deepl and google translated my way through this because I wanted to know what’s going on, so there are definitely mistakes but I believe I managed the general gist of the story. Anyway, it’s just a fan-made translation solely for entertainment purposes. Morganatic Idol belongs to Cybird and ABC Frontier, Inc.

Ivy: Next song too, huh?

Ivy-san laughed weakly. His listless appearance differed from his usual gently and dependable appearance.

(What's wrong?)

Rina: Um ... Ivy-san?

Ivy: Hmm? Oh, I'm sorry, I'm a little fuzzy. It's nothing.

Ivy: Anyway, thanks for delivering the papers. I'll take it.

(Oh, I hadn't given them to him yet!)

I hurriedly pulled out a stack of papers and handed them to Ivy-san.

Ivy: Thank you.

He quickly looked over the documents.

(Very serious expression ...)

Perhaps noticing my gaze, he looks up and smiles.

Ivy: You seem to be interested in it. Do you want to see?

Rina: Is that okay?

Ivy: I don't care. You're part of the staff.

Ivy: These are offers that come for exe.

Rina: Eh, all of this!?

Ivy: Oh. Collaborations with foreign artists and requests to perform at music festivals. That kind of thing.

I skim over the documents he shows me.

(All the names of famous festivals and artists even I know.)

(I can't believe they get so many super-sized offers like this. I knew exe was on a different level ...!)

Ivy: As you know, exe is all about self-production.

Ivy: We'll all decide whether or not to accept the offer, but first I'm going to do my homework on the job that's coming our way.

Ivy: Then I share it with the members, and we all look at it from different angles, and then we make the final decision.

(Come to think of it, I've heard that you also take care of the clerical work behind the scenes. So this is what it was all about.)

He says it plainly, but data collecting is a painstaking process.

(While keeping up with his busy schedule as an idol, he also takes lessons and trains.)

(And to write high quality songs in such a short span of time, and to do this kind of work on top of that ... he's a little too busy.)

(I'm afraid that Ivy-san's body is getting tired of it ...)

The way he looked at me earlier made me worry.

Rina: Umm ... I think it would be better to ask the others to help you.

Rina: I think it's a little too much of a burden for Ivy-san.

I know it's a bit forward of me, but I just said it like that.

Ivy: I appreciate your concern, but I'm fine.

Ivy-san smiles at me ... but then says that firmly.

Ivy: And the other members have their own things to do.

Ivy: Xeno does the directing, Jace is doing makeup and costumes, and Finn and Hugh are doing choreography and training.

Ivy: Each member does what only they can do ... so it's my job to do this.

He may be a responsible leader who cares about his members.

But ... after seeing the shadowy expression on your face earlier, I'm worried.

I also remembered that I felt something strange about him at the concert the other day.

(The reason why Ivy-san's smile looked different from usual at that time might be because he was too exhausted ...)

As soon as I thought that, I opened my mouth.

Rina: Ivy-san, please allow me to assist you in previewing that offer.

Ivy: What!? Why?

Rina: I'm worried about you, Ivy-san.

If it's so bad that it diminishes your brilliance on stage, it's not something that can be ignored. And ...

Rina: I've had a lot of help from you in the past days.

Rina: From the day I arrived at the apartment, you were so kind to me ... it was really reassuring.

He was the only one who was kind to me when I was anxious.

(He showed me materials, recommended me to help with the distribution ... and gave me gifts.)

Rina: So if there's anything I can do to help, please let me. I want to return the favor.

Ivy: I'm glad you feel that way, but I'm sorry. You're too busy.

Ivy-san seemed puzzled by my passionate words.

Ivy: First of all, you don't owe me anything. I just did what I had to do.

Rina: I'm not exaggerating! You really helped me.

I can't tell you how many times your words of encouragement have helped me.

(I was saved by Ivy-san's kindness many times just in this short period of time.)

(I feel so much safer when I'm around this person ...)

Ivy: No, but ...

Rina: Please, I'll do anything anything to reduce Ivy-san's workload ...!

I was so eager to help him that I even said something like that.

Ivy: ... Anything?

Rina: Yes!

Ivy: ...

Ivy-san makes a gesture as if he's pondering something.

Ivy: Well, then ...

His beautiful eyes flicker slightly, and then he suddenly takes a step closer.

Rina: !?

As the distance between us closes, his eyes, always softly colored, turn earnestly toward me.

Ivy: Stay put and don't move ...

I couldn't move as if I were tied up. I watched breathlessly as he reached for me.

(What are you ...?)

Ivy: Kawanaga-san.

Rina: Ah ...

The sweet, magical voice spun from his shapely lips made my heart race.

He reached out and gently placed his hand on my head.

A large hand lightly touched it, and then my head was caressed with both hands.

Rina: Wah ...

Ivy: You're so sweet ... to care for me like that. I'm glad.

Rina: Ah, Ivy-san!?

When I looked up in surprise, he was looking at me with bright eyes.

Ivy: Haha, I'm sorry. I'm kind of happy.

(This is the third time having my head patted ... but this one feels a little different from the other times ...)

He had been gently so far, but the way he just did it was like he was ...

Ivy: Finn wasn't so wrong about what he said before.

He laughs mischievously.

Rina: What do you mean ...?

Ivy: I'm talking about you being like a dog or cat. You're like an honest, healthy little animal.

Ivy: When I do this, it's very calming.

As soon as he said that, his hands mixed my hair again.

Rina: Oh, wait a minute!

Ivy: Hehe, so cute and cuddly.

Laughing happily, Ivy-san strokes my head.

(Really, he's treating me like a cat or dog!? Ivy-san is even talking like Finn-san.)

While I was frozen, not knowing how to react, my hair was being crumpled up ...

(Oh my god ...!)

Rina: Ivy-san!

... In my confusion, I just screamed.

Ivy: !

At that moment, he stopped and widened his eyes in shock.

(Oh s-shoot!)

Rina: I'm sorry. I was just shouting ...

Ivy: Ah no, it was me ... I got a little carried away. I'm sorry.

My hair was a little messy, and Ivy-san hurriedly fixed it.

Ivy: You don't like being treated like a cat or dog. I'm sorry.

Rina: I was surprised, but I hope it cheered you up.

Ivy: You're very kind. Thank you.

Ivy: But it was wrong of me to overdo it. I'll be more careful from now on.

Rina: I've asked that before but am I really that much like a cat or dog?

When I asked him this, he stared at me.

Ivy: I thought so but ... when you were mad at me earlier, you looked more like my sister.

Rina: Sister?

Ivy: She used to scold me like you just did.

Ivy: She would huff out his cheeks and say "Oh my god, onii-chan!"

He looked so kind as he squinted his eyes at me.

Perhaps this is Ivy-san's expression as a 'big brother'.

(I bet he really loves his sister.)

The shadows that had been there just a few minutes ago had completely disappeared.

(I've been told I'm like a cat or dog, or that I look like his sister. I don't mind it, but it's kind of weird ...)

I wonder what kind of person Ivy-san's sister is, who has been mentioned many times.

Rina: How old is your sister?

Ivy-san's eyes were a little downcast and he looked as if he was thinking.

Ivy: Probably around the same age as you.

Rina: I see. Does her face resemble yours?

Ivy: Well, I don't know. I've been told we look alike.

Rina: I'm sure she's a strong person because she only scolds Ivy-san.

Ivy: She was often angry with me, especially when I was naughty.

The way he talks about his family shows that they're close siblings.

Then, Ivy-san coughed.

Ivy: Actually, I was feeling a little stuck until just now. But after talking to you, I feel much lighter. It's a wonder.

Then, he says resignedly.

Ivy: I'm just wondering ... when I'm tired, can I ask for your help again?

Ivy: For example, like patting your head like before.

Rina: Eh?

Ivy: Oh, no, I'm sorry for asking you to do something weird. I know I said I wouldn't treat you like a cat or dog anymore, but it's contradicting.

Ivy: But when I stroked your head, I felt so much calmer.

With a tense expression on his face, Ivy-san was staring at me.

For some reason, his serious eyes make my heart skip a beat.

Rina: ... I don't mind at all. If you can think of me that way, I'm happy for you.

Rina: I'm willing to do it whenever you need my head.

Ivy: !

Ivy: Thank you ...!

When I answered with a sense of embarrassment, Ivy-san laughed at me.

The way he looks at me is much gentler than it was at first.

I was happy to feel like we had become a little closer.

... And then.

The studio was only occupied by two people, but then I heard someone enter.

And ...

Finn: Hey Ivy, I brought you some goodies.

Finn: Oh, you're Rina, aren't you? What are you doing here?

Rina: Finn-san!

He had wondered why I had brought the documents instead of Sakura-san and--

I also told him that I'd like to help with Ivy-san's work.

Finn: I see ... that's good, isn't it?

Rina: Really?

Ivy: Hey, Finn. You can't let her do that.

Finn: She's motivated. I find she can do the job relatively well, and I think that's good.

Finn: And you've got your hands full with songwriting now, don't you? Then why don't you let Rina take care of it?

Ivy: That's ...!

Rina: Ivy-san, please!

Ivy: ...

After a moment of contemplation, Ivy-san let out a sigh.

Ivy: ... All right. If you insist, I'll let you do it.

Rina: Thank you very much! I will take full responsibility!

Ivy: Yeah, thanks.

Rina: Yes!

... After that, Ivy-san asked Finn-san to go home with me becaue it was already late at night.

--flashback--

Ivy: I wish I could give you a ride, but ... sorry, I can't leave yet.

--flashback--

Ivy-san was apologizing, even though he was the one who was going to have a hard time.

I think he has a strong sense of responsibility. Ivy-san seems to be trying too hard, which worries me.

(I'm glad he agreed to let me help.)

(This might reduce Ivy-san's burden a little.)

(You trusted me with this, so I'm going to finish it!)

I made up my mind to do so.

⤷ next chapter

[saheira-dreams]

22/01/2024

Happy belated new year!!!

So I was abroad this holiday and basically FORGOT that Tumblr existed and that I had even started a blog which, now that I think about it, really annoys me. Like, how do I forget about something like that?

Anyway, school started a couple weeks ago and I'M WRITING MY IGCSEs THIS YEAR. I have like 8 months left which actually seems like such a short time and I'm not JUST a science student so if you put together bio + chem + physics + comp sci + HISTORY (there's an actual shit load of content there) + all that french VOCAB + those 15 poems for literature which I haven't touched since last year along with a novel, and two other plays we'll be doing this year, all for literature, I get a TON of stuff of study.

And because it's our IGCSE year, our teachers are taking things really seriously-- we've got afternoon lessons and Saturday classes. This is all really hectic and tiring but you know what?

I actually enjoy it.

I feel like, we're making valuable memories which I may think back to a decade later. Who knows where I'll be?! My friends and I try to be there for each other, make jokes, chat in between (and sometimes during) classes, pass notes and just have a good time together through the dreary lessons. Honestly, when I think back on it now, the events of today, of Saturday, of Friday last week, my heart feels...warm?

I don't know if it's like 2024 energy or something but I think I decided to better myself, for myself. I started journalling, I think. I made a pretty cover for the month and a habit tracker to track my daily goals like drinking more water, studying and reading every day etc. And honestly, I'm not doing too bad. I was pretty consistent in recording during the week and only did none of them on Sunday which is now my only weekend day so I shall forgive myself for missing Sundays.

I've been obsessed with green and stem academia more (I even edited my intro). I don't know why, green academia kind of just resonates with me and STEM academia just gives me motivation. For the longest time, I just didn't know what I wanted to do, despite taking quizzes and stuff, but finally decided that I would be a doctor or somewhere near to that. But I didn't know what kind of doctor I wanted to be, nor did I have any motivation, and STEM academia just gives me an insight into the life I may lead by pursuing medicine which gives me motivation to work hard now rather than to regret it later and get a life I will be proud of. Chaotic academia is still a part of me, no question! I'm generally chaotic so my lifestyle just has chaos integrated into it. I can't get rid of it anytime soon XD

Anyway, that was a long rant. I'll try to post more often so that my posts will be shorter and not as long as this XD

To all the students out there, good luck with your studies, exams, homework and school life in general!!