#i was watching it the first time and heard only the 1st beat and thought I was hearing things

[niyana-the-ambiguous-mobian]

You KNOW when things are about to get really serious in the bad batch when the 2nd little drum beat that happens each time they show the episode title doesn't kick in at the start.

[mlyscha]

( ✉️ ) 𝒜nony𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬ly in l𝓸ve.

★ ( 언하이픈 NI-KI ) ── SUM. in which you have a crush on the popular guy in your class but is too shy to confess, sending him letters anonymously. genre. angst, cliche, fluff, crack, crush to more (?). 𝒻ℯ𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗿𝖾𝖺𝒹𝖾𝗋! 𝓌𝒸. 799O ♡ 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌, 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱! ( 𝐦𝖺𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍. ) ❔ PART.2

BIG warnings. mentions of food, reader is bullied by mean girls in class, jaeyun, heeseung and sunghoon study in the same class as riki, sexual term: "get his dick wet", curse and dirty words, vague mention of sending nudes, reader lives with her sister and grandma, reader mum's passed away, sunghoon's indirect kiss theory is mentioned, slow burn, not proofread, english is not my 1st language.

𝒜!NOTE. HAPPY LATEEEEE BIRTHDAY MY BABY RIKI, I LOVE YOU MWAH MWAH IM GONNA CRY I LOVE HIM SO MUCH!!!!! ><

YOU LOVE WATCHING YOUR CRUSH practice after class at an empty classroom. even though you felt nervous to be spotted and perceived as a creep, you kind of wanted to, wondering if riki would look deep into your eyes for the first time in years you've been loving him.

yesterday you wrote your first letter to him, expressing how much you admired him and how much you loved when his smile while he joked with his friends. you left the letter inside his backpack and watched his expression change the moment he realised something like a crumpled paper was hiding in the very depth of it. once you saw his frown and laugh while joking about the, well, the once love letter, you felt embarrassed ━ almost like ashamed.

you wondered for a second: why would he laugh at something you spent all night writing and planning how to give it to him? and why would he walk up to the trash bin? ━ did he threw it away? wait, did he? ━ your eyes began to form tears. you watched your crush walk out of the classroom while talking loudly with his friends, but the only thing that could be heard were your loud thoughts.

you quickly woke up from your trance and walk up to the trash bin to check if your situation was unfortunate. and i guess it was, well, is.

YOUR HEART BEGAN TO BEAT faster once your phone ringed. thankfully, riki wears earphones while practicing. you sighed before sitting on the ground while your back rested against the cold wall behind you.

"what do you want?!" "wow, someone's a bit grumpy today, huh? he didn't come to school?" your sister jokes. you take a deep breath before replying. "what do you want?!" you whine. "grandma is asking you to come back earlier," she says. "why?" "because she is worried about you." "okay, bye-" "wait! can you buy me some ice cream?" you sigh. "no! you just said grandma wants me to come back home earlier, dumbass!" "but... a few minutes won't hurt anyone! hang up and you'll get home even quicker! bye!" "by- ugh..."

you stood up from the ground, taking care to not be spotted again while adjusting your backpack. you took a quick glance at the classroom where riki were. however, he was gone, leaving you confused since you didn't know he just left. "does it means he saw me?!" you whispered-yelled, thinking to yourself. "did he?!" you glanced back, looking at nothing else than a beautiful orange sunset, temporarily painting those white walls.

YOU LEFT THE SCHOOL BUILDING and realised a few students were still wandering around the campus. you took a deep breath, enjoying the great weather of a breezy monday.

however, the weather felt colder and you began to feel fear, something about chills down your spine. that's when you knew they were coming. "hey, hey, hey, where do you think you're going, sweetie?" the three girls behind her chuckled after she called you that. "tell me," she looked down at you like you were a little kid. "is that how you want riki to call you, mhm?" she smirked while the other girls laughed again.

her name is yoko: an exchange student from japan. of course she protected riki with her heart! she is just his type and talks to her, differently from you. she is cute in the masculine perception, she has that haircut he loves, is good at everything and speaks three languages besides japanese. ━ literally a school queen bee.

"you want to have some fun with us tonight?" yoko placed her arm across your shoulders, abruptly pulling it to look down. "look at this scaredy cat!" she jokes, laughing out loud. "what are ya'll looking at?!" she yells at some students who were watching from afar. sighing, she angrily smiles. "you don't need to go home right now, right?" you keep yourself shut. "right, sweetie?" she pulls your hair and forces you to shake your head. "no, yeah... perfect! i am in a mood to..." she hums, thinking. "massage! ugh, my day was so stressful!" yoko leads you back to school, planning to get her massage done at one of the classrooms.

"Y/N, LISTEN: WHERE ARE YOU?!", "okay, at this point my ice cream is melted, come home!" "never mind, y/n, i don't want ice cream anymore, come home." your sister's voice echoed while you listened to her voicemail. you wondered if she were still awake at this point.

your head hurts and your mascara is ruined. your hands emptied and your legs almost giving up from being on your knees for two long hours. therefore, you called her while walking on the street back home.

"hey..." "Y/N?! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?!" "um... i got caught up on some things and-" "IT'S THOSE GIRLS AGAIN, RIGHT?! WHERE ARE YOU?!" "sis," you sigh. "stop. i am almost home." "stop? STOP, Y/N? WHAT HAVE THEY DONE TO YOU THIS TIME?! WHAT HAVE-" bep ━ you hang up on her face.

YOU TOOK A DEEP BREATH before unlocking your house's door, silently walking in just to encounter the lights off and a awkward silence creeping you; once you saw the feminine figure walking down the stairs. "y/n?!" your sister whispered yelled, rushing to check on you. "are you okay?" you nod. "what have they done to you this time, oh my god, look at your face!" she tries to rub her thumb against your smudged mascara, but you avoid it. "i'm going up to my room," "no, you-" "let me go!" you snap, tears streaming down your face. "today was a hard day, okay?" you sniff before sprinting to your room, leaving your sister dumbfounded.

"HOW WAS SCHOOL YESTERDAY, SWEETIE?" your grandma asks you while placing a piece of teared bread on your plate. "um... it went fine." "oh, yeah? i was worried about you... i apologise, i slept before you could arrive home, did you eat something?" "oh, yeah." you nod, smiling a little bit.

"liar," your sister murmurs. "what? liar? who?" your grandma questions her behavior, sitting on her chair. "did i say liar?" she chuckles, sitting beside you after taking a sip on her coffee. "i meant air fryer! i need to buy an air fryer..." she address you a deep glance, acting a little thoughtful. "but our oven works just fine, hun'" "oh, yeah, i know," she shrugs. "i was just doing like, um... manifestation...?" "you and that manifestation thing," the old lady laughs.

"um... i should get going by now, i'll be late..." you murmur, standing up from the table still chewing on some bread. "okay, sweetie, take care!" your grandma and your sister wave at you and you finally walk out of your house.

you sigh before checking the time on your phone, making sure you could still get the bus to your school. confirming you were good, you walked to the nearest stop like you always did. you picked up your earphones from your backpack and began to listen to some music, focusing on your own steps, looking down.

feeling calmed down while holding the letter you wrote last light, you recapped your plan, in which: you will try to slip between his locker gaps. and then, you-

"oh, sorry," you bump onto someone's back, interrupting your thoughts. you take off your earphones before replying. "oh, no problem..." your tongue felt dumb for a second when you recognised those hands. those hands belongs to someone you like. someone you love. suddenly, reality check began to hit you, and realising your lover's hand were handing you the letter ━ supposed to be delivered a few hours later ━ you panicked.

"um... it's not mine!" you speak nervously, taking a few steps back while waving your hands. "but- it came out of your- um.. somewhere?" "u-uh... you can j-just throw it in the trash nearby-" "what? no way i am letting this go into the trash, this looks fire!" riki smiles. "you think so...?" "yeah! it's beautiful, man," ━ why did you throw it away yesterday, then?

"oh... but why would you keep it, it's not really necessary..." "why are you so interested on what i am going to do with this letter if it doesn't belongs to you?" riki suddenly speaks up, chuckling at your dropped jaw. he slips the/your letter on his trouser's pocket and nods at the bus ━ that just arrived ━ like he was telling you: let's go. ━ so you enter the vehicle.

you watched riki greet his friends that were already sat on the bus. by somewhat miracle, you were fated to sit beside him. your legs felt like jelly when he looked at you up and down before nodding his head at the empty sit beside the window. it took you a few seconds before walking up to that sit.

uncomfortably is how you felt for riki once he sat beside you, an awkward silence was created and the only thing you were hearing was his friends laughter while the japanese boy murmured something. you felt embarrassed, like you were a rock on their ways. somehow a burden.

"hey," a deep voice echoed close to you. you glance to your side and your eyes meet with riki's. "what happened to your knees?" he nods at your knees once he realised you didn't seemed aware. "you would you look down to my knees?" your crush's face expression changed to a confused one, almost like surprised by your question. "wow, i am not interest on you or in your intimacy, i was just simply curious," he lets out a nasal chuckle, almost like mocking you. "but, never mind, i guess..." you sigh, putting your earphones back, realising you just ruined everything.

IT WAS LUNCH TIME AND you have written your crush a letter while sitting on a toilet at the restroom's stall. you couldn't craft an envelope, so you apologised while thinking about what else to write. with that, while no one was walking by at the hallway, you took the chance to put your plan into action and slip the letter into his locker ━ you also wrote on the letter that you were upset he threw your letter away, giving him a hint you were from his class.

once the bell ringed, you were already at class taking some notes from last class. you saw riki walk in while holding your opened letter. your cheeks felt hotter, your surroundings was forgotten and your eyes locked on him.

feeling the burning sight, riki tries to find who was marking a kiss on his back, meeting his eyes with you for a second, nothing special. however, that was enough to get you all shy and giggly ━ obviously on the inside.

"Y/N! UGH, WHERE IS SHE?!" yoko's scream was heard throughout the halls and your eyes widened once you realised how mad she sounded. "I AM GOING TO KILL THAT BITCH!" once you heard that you started to run, you ignored everything: the growing embarrassment feeling inside of you and the looks people were giving you. "THERE IS THAT WHORE! I AM GOING TO KILL YOU!" she shouts, running towards you. "YOU CAN RUN AS MUCH AS YOU WANT, BITCH!"

while running, you looked back and drew your attention to her. with this little lack of attention, you bumped onto someone, in which you prayed it wasn't riki. however, that smell... that chest... that voice... "shit!" that was riki.

"I PROMISE! SHE DEFAMED ME! that's why i chased her!" you listened yoko complain to the principal. "is that true, miss?" the principal questions you, cocking a brow. you breathed to speak but the japanese girl had other plans. "yes! it is true, mr. yang! she did it!" "yoko, let your colleague answer!" "um... it's not tru-" "STOP LYING, YOU IDIOT!" she yelled. "SHUT UP!" you stood up from your seat. "GIRLS! STOP! YOU TWO WILL BE CLEANING THE SCHOOL AFTER CLASS! DONE!"

"UGH! THIS IS UNFAIR!" you shout. "miss, watch your tone..." the principal threatens. "huh?! watch my tone?" you chuckle, slowly looking at mr. yang with teary eyes. "mr. yang, i think you didn't listen the way she called me an idiot and all the times i've complained about yoko's behaviour towards me! you don't listen!" "enough, y/n! i am calling the person in charge of you." "but-" "NO buts, dismissed," you sigh before walking to the door. "wait, miss y/n, i am keeping an eye on you!" the principal points at you, making your eyes roll with frustration.

once both of you walked off of the principal's office, yoko turned her face at you with a creepy smile. "i am not staying late cleaning this lousy school with you, i hope you know this." she shrugged nodding her head, bumping her shoulder against yours. "oh, and i almost forgot," she slowly turns back to look at you. "if you think you can get riki with those silly, dumb letters, i am afraid that... you might lose him for someone else..." flying you a playful kiss and realising you were in the brim of crying, she laughs out loud, walking away.

and you? you stay, standing there like an dumped idiot. feeling a sense of loneliness and humiliation, your feet felt numb and you fell onto the ground, weak and helpless.

you wanted riki to like you. you really wanted to. however, you knew you were and would never be in his league, that's why you preferred seeing him smile, even though it wasn't at or for you. ━ or, because of you.

your head hurts, sending you a signal of stress. your eyes were completely blinded by the sight of crystal clear hurtful tears, filled with nothing else but embarrassment.

"OH MY GOD! ANOTHER GUM!" you scrunch your nose while cleaning up a desk. "i guess that was mine," a deep voice echoed throughout the empty classroom and your heart dropped. you turned your head back, surprised and nervous. "oh..." "just kidding." riki chuckles, walking in. "will i disturb you if i sit here?" he asks you while sitting down on the chair you always sat on.

you smirk a little, but turn you head as it grew to a big grin. "no..." you murmur, using a wet cloth to wipe some notes written down on the desk. "great," riki sighs while watching you clean the classroom. "need a hand?" you pondered for a second. "sure..." you reply. in a abrupt act, you hear the sound of his wrinkled white school shirt while he stood up, and suddenly he was standing right beside you.

"what can i do to help you then?" "um..." you blink a few times taking a small step back. "you can get that extra cloth and, um... wipe the black board for me?" "yeah," your crush smiles at you, making your heart melt.

a few seconds surviving under a uncomfortable silence, riki speaks up: "where do you live?" ━ don't mess it up this time! "uh... i live close to that supermarket," "which one?" "i think its name is... fresh basket." "really?!" "yeah..." "i live on the street behind fresh basket!" you gasp, turning to look at him dumbfounded. "are you kidding me? how come i haven't seen you anywhere?" you watch him shrug while pouting his lips.

"by the way," he clears his throat, leading his way to sit on the teacher's chair. "are you and yoko in... good terms now?" you notice the hesitance creeping his tone. you sigh and sensing a hint that that wasn't the case, riki adds: "i guess not..."

"do you like her?" you went straight to the point. "what?" "i mean, i don't want to sound invasive but... i am curious," you lean back on one of the desks. "do you like, yoko?" "why?" "i don't know," shrugging, you pick up the mop to clean the floor. "i just think she is your type so... yeah." "fair enough, but, uh..." riki sounded thoughtful, replying: "isn't she like a mean girl or something?" "what do you think?" you ironically answer. "i guess that was an yes, i'll take that, um," he hums, still thinking. "i mean, i don't know where you heard she was my type, so, no, i don't like her." "why do you walk with her then?" ━ rude, y/n!

riki chuckles before sighing. "i am sensing some jealousy, huh?" "what?" you stopped mopping. "why? did i catch you up on a jealousy attack?" he stands up from the chair he was sat on and leans his face closer to yours, analysing you. "you're cute," he giggles, turning his back at you, walking back to the teacher's seat. "you're so cute, y/n, maybe i should start walking with you instead." your crush teases.

"oh, answering your cute jealous question i just walk with that petty bitch because heeseung wants to give her some kisses," he playfully pouts, mocking a peck. "that's all." "heeseung likes her?" "like her? nah, he just wants to get his dick wet," you hum, understanding the situation.

"can i get your number?" "huh?!" you gasp, making riki laugh. "your number!" he displays his hand holding his his phone. "come here, type it," curling his finger while calling you felt intimidating, so you walked up to him and took his phone, finishing mopping and leaving the cleaning tool away; typing your number. "should i save your contact with a heart?" he drops his head to the side, playing with your innocence. "if you want to," you shrug, turning your back at him in a nonchalant act ━ like you weren't dying inside.

"i just sent you an emoji, save my contact, please~" his tone sounded playfully cute. "you want to walk home together since it's late?" you blushed with the thought of walking home side by side with your crush. "uh, sure!" "good."

"HERE YOU GO, YOUR DELICIOUS ice cream," riki hands you an ice cream he insisted buying you since he was used doing it after school. "thank you." "no problem." for the first time a comfortable silence was established, but it didn't last for long since riki started talking.

"you wanna know something stupid i heard a while ago?" "mhm?" "sunghoon told me that, a friend of his, right," you nodded, drawing your attention from your ice cream to riki. "told him that when someone wants to try a drink or whatever once you had already put your mouth in it, it's an indirect kiss," riki chuckles, making you laugh. "stupid, right?" "i mean," you thought for a bit. "i guess it makes sense but... i dunno." you shrug, laughing with your crush for the first time.

"do you live with your mum?" you ask riki. "yeah, my mum, my dad and my two sisters ━ konon and misola." "konon? i heard about her! isn't she the girl who won that talent show a few years ago?" "mhm-hm." he confirms, leading you to complete surprise. "i didn't know, i think talent runs in your bloodline, huh?" you joke. "what do you mean?" "you dance, right?" "how did you know?" he stops with his eyes widen, taking a few steps back from shock. "uh... i thought everyone at school knew...?" his face expression has a sudden change: a big smile that wrinkles his eyes, "i'm just playing with you, everyone knows, you're good."

ARRIVING AT YOUR HOUSE ENTRANCE, no more ice cream and no more subjects to discuss at the moment, riki sighs, stopping in front of your house with his hands inside his pockets. "so... what do you say?" "what do you mean?" you frown. "would you like to walk with us?" your crush looks deeply into your eyes across the classroom. "i don't want you to feel like you have to do this ━ just because-" "hey, i'ts fine," he shakes his head, reassuring you. "the boys won't mind! come on!" "uh, i-i-i think i'll get sick tomorrow!"

"ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS, Y/N? 'i think i'll get sick tomorrow!' ━ YOU DUMBASS! the boy you like asks you if you want to stay with him and his friends and you reply 'i think i'll get sick blah, blah, blah [...]" your sister complains after eating a spoonful of an old ice cream she had in the freezer. "i-i got nervous!" you defend yourself. "y/n... i fear something..." "what do you mean?" your eyes widened a little bit, confused and curious. "i-i fear i am... NOT your sister because i wouldn't be this stupid!" your sister almost spits on your face, standing up from the sofa and walking up to the kitchen.

"what do you mean~?!" you whine. "now i am feeling regret!" "as you should." she looks dead at your eyes, going back to the comfort of the sofa. "but-" "y/n, sit down," you hesitantly sit down beside your sister. "first of all, you shouldn't be whining and crying for me when you could be, at the very least, holding hands with riki next week," she sighs. "second of all, you said you gave him your number, go for it! text him!" she speaks like its obvious. "it's not that easy... "bitch, yoko made it because she is shameless, and you should be too! in a good way ━ of course."

"WHAT SHOULD I TEXT HIM?" you ask your sister. "i think a cake recipe won't be a good idea., y/n," she sarcastically says, shrugging. "what should i text him then?" she snuggles closer to you on your bed. "do you really want to send your crush a cake recipe?" "no!" "exactly, just send an: 'hey', nice and simple." "a 'heeey' or just 'hey'?" "at this point this word already lost its meaning, just send a 'hey', y/n!" she starts to get impatient. "okay, okay!" your sister watches you type something with a certain hesitance, and in a fast move she grabs your phone, stands up from your bed and texts riki.

"HEY!" you stand up, trying to get your phone back. "wow, i sent just that!" she hands you your phone back. "and a few more thin-" "HEY, HOW ARE YOU, HANDSOME?!" "i don't remember sending that..." you throw your phone on your bed and screams with anger, picking up your pillow and forcing your sister's face against it. "Y/N, IT WAS JUST A SILLY TEXT!" "YOU ARE DEAD, Y/S/N!" "Y/N-" ting ━ new notification rings.

"if that's riki, you're dead, y/s/n," you read his text, which were saying: "hey, i'm fine, how about you, cutie?" both of you started screaming as your nosy sister read his text with you. "OH MY GOD! THIS IS CRAZY!" "I KNOW! GRANDMA IS GOING TO WAKE UP WITH OUR SCREAMS!" "I KNOW, I AM SCARED ━ HOW SHOULD I REPLY HIM?" "ASK FOR NUDES!" "OKA- WHAT?!"

THE NEXT DAY YOU WOKE up late. any guesses? you got a little bit carried away while chatting with riki, leading you to a two hour sleep. you were quickly applying some sun screen when you heard something hitting your window.

at first, you ignored, too busy and late to deal with some random noise. but when it repeated, you got a little confused, ignoring the time just to open it, encountering the black haired japanese boy waving at you while smiling ━ your crush.

"what are you doing?!" you frown. "let's go to school, the last bus is almost arriving!" you gasped, spraying some perfumes and leaving without even closing your window. you sprinted to the door, getting your backpack and getting your shoes on in a very clumsy way, making your sister worry. "are you okay?" your sister asks you when she hears the front door opening. you laugh at her outfit before replying ━ her wet hair tied up in a towel, wearing a hot pink robe matching with her neon top and zebra print leggings. "you look amazing and yes i am okay, i am heading out right now." "alright, take ca- OH MY GOD, RIKI IS OUTSI-"

"hi-" "who was that crazy woman who just screamed my name?" you two began to walk side by side to the bus stop. "my sister..." you replied, kind of embarrassed. "she is so cool, does she live with you and your mum?" "she does but i don't live with my mum." "oh? yeah?" sensing your sensitive tone, he doesn't ask much about it. "yeah, i live with my grandma though." "so, you, your sister and your granny?" "mhm-hm." "your family feels welcoming," riki comments, making you smile and blush with the subtle compliment.

"are you hungry?" he asks. "kind of, why?" "here," he takes something out of his pocket and hands to you. "my mum made this biscuits," you took the sugary biscuits. "really?" he hums, confirming, adding: "once i commented about you, she freaked out ━ in a good way, saying she should make something for you." you giggled before replying. "thank her for me," you smile. "she'll be even happier if you ate them..." he hums and you take his sign, unlacing the little bow sealing the small plastic bag holding those sugary godness. "oh my god... it tastes so good, it's delicious!" your eyes widened. "i know." riki playfully brags, bumping his shoulder with yours while smiling.

arriving at the bus stop, you and riki quickly got inside the bus; and since both of you were late, riki's friend weren't there.

riki had to occupy the seat in front of you since both seats beside the window were occupied by two random strangers. thankfully, your relationship with your crush become comfortable overnight, leading to a certain intimacy. with that being said, riki was quick to sit and turn to look at you. but not just turning his head, but his whole body ━ his knees supported by the seat while both of his arms were crossed, laying on the upper part of it. and, of course, his face was just smiling at you. that youthful feeling of a first love began to creepy the corner of your lips, leading to a small grin and a flustered face.

"why? did i make you shy?" he asks. "you're embarrassing me!" you whisper-yell, discreetly nodding at the two strangers ━ giving both of you a confused, amused, yet, dirty look. "sit down!" "why~?" he whines, but you manage to make him seat ━ earning a pouty riki for the rest of the ride.

DURING THE RIDE YOU REMEMBERED last night, while talking with your crush on the phone, you wrote a letter to send him. this time, you were talking about the sound of his voice and how kind you thought he were, trying your best to not give him the hint it was completely and definitely you. because, even though riki seemed the popular, desired, careless japanese boy from school, you knew he is and was intelligent. wise enough to quickly find out about you in a blink of an eye.

"hey, wanna stop writing a little and grab lunch with us?" you stop writing something down on your notebook to look up at the familiar deep voice calling you. "um... maybe later, i'll finish this real quick and i'll catch up with you-" "ey~, come on... uh..." the aussie boy standing beside riki starts speaking, but suddenly stops. however, his friend saves him by whispering something in his ear. "y/n! yeah, come on, y/n! come with us!" you blink a few times, an awkward and painful silence creeping you and the four boys in front of you.

your crush coughs before breaking the awkwardness: "let's go, y/n, otherwise you'll miss lunch like you always do." "how did you...?" you question him and yourself, trying to find how he discovered that. he pulls you from your seat by your hand in a gentle way, placing his arm across your shoulders, attempting to make you more comfortable; and less of a burden ━ since you showed signs of being a over thinker.

"you have a beautiful handwriting i might say," riki comments and you look back, checking if the other boys were there. "oh, thanks." you innocently thank him, smiling. you notice how your crush's smile looked so big and mischievous, mysteriously hiding something. "what?" "mhm? what's what?" "whats up with that grin?" his face shuts. "uh, what grin?" in a cartoonish way, he frowns, mocking an angry face. "weren't going to get sick today?" "stop making fun of me!" you turn your face to avoid his, acting like a child. you pouted while listening to his laughter.

AFTER SITTING DOWN ON A table with riki's friend group, everyone was silent, and riki, noticing your shyness, he nudges heeseung so he can say something to break the ice ━ in which he whispered an: "i gotchu". "soooo... you are close to yoko, y/n...?" "oh my god..." the japanese boy covers his face, taking a deep breath. "what?! i'm just asking my friend something over here!" his friend argues. "sooo?" "um..." "'y/n," riki speaks up. "you don't need to answer this little bitch" he gives heeseung a dirty look. "━ he's being inconvenient right no-"

"no, it's okay, 'ki," you waved your hand. "he didn't know," heeseung glanced at his friend with widened eyes, bumping his shoulder against his, like he just said: "told you so!" "me and yoko we are close" the boy's eyes almost fell off of his face this time. "but" his happy expression dropped. "not in a good way..." you explain. "not in a good way?" he cocks a brow. "yeah..." "how come?" "i-"

"riki~!" that annoying, feminine, high pitched voice echoed all across the lunch room, walking closer to the table and standing behind riki ━ one of her hand placed on her hip. "oh... yoko..." riki's, sunghoon's and jaeyun's face dropped, except fro heeseung. "hi, heeseung!" she waved just her fingers at him in a flirtatious way. "and- oh? y/n?" yoko cocked a brow at the sight of you sitting across the four handsome boys. "what are you doing here?" "she-" "shush, jaeyun! i am asking her!" jaeyun scoffs at her rudeness. "i thought you guys weren't into that charity thing, but... seems pity wins sometimes,"

"stop, yoko." riki pissed off voice spoke up, looking at her with indifference. "what? can't a pretty girl say an ugly truth?" she shrugged and hearing her say that made you feel small. riki sighed before standing up from his seat and picking up your hand. "let's get out of here," the boys were just about to stand up and follow both of you, but riki gently stopped them. "just me and you." he murmured, noticing your vulnerability increasing.

all of the sudden, when you were just about to walk away with riki, yoko began to clap her hands ━ loudly ━ and laugh like she just watched an comedy movie. "don't make me laugh, riki!" yoko's eyes were burning the japanese's boy eyes. she took a step closer to him and whispered for the two of you to hear: "is she my replacement?" she laughed out loud again and at that point, everyone present in the room had their eyes on the three of you, internally fighting. yoko turned, taking a few step forward before dropping her head down ;and turn back with her head cocked to the side. "let's just-" riki tries to speak, but gets interrupted by you ━ pulling his hand to stay.

"i am sorry, y/n," she speaks seriously. "i am sorry, riki; and i am sorry to everyone in this room, but," in a creepy, yet, discreet way he picks up a pen she always kept on the little pocket sewn on her shirt. "there is no room for a replacement here." out of nowhere she screams and starts to chase both of you with a pen but yoko was quickly stopped by jaeyun and sunghoon, while heeseung went to call someone to calm her down.

meanwhile, you and riki ran to the terrace: not just because of yoko but to relax together. "SHIT, Y/N, WHY DID YOU HELD US THERE?!" your crush snaps at you once both of you reached the parapet and took a deep breath. "i-i... we would be fine! it was just a pen-" "JUST A PEN?!" he scoffs. "that shit can kill you if it hits a fucking vital point!" you sigh, way too overwhelmed to deal with his shouting and complains.

"yoko is crazy, you should've known better than anyone!" "i'm sorry..." you murmur, avoiding his angry glance at you. "that shit scared the fuck out of me!" "sorry... i am sorry! sorry!" you snap, falling onto the harsh ground made of hard concrete. noticing your sudden change, riki immediately falls onto the ground with you.

"oh shit, i'm sorry... sorry, y/n, i-i" he exhales. "i got nervous that's all-" "DO YOU THINK I DIDN'T GET NERVOUS TOO?!" you yell, frustrated. "no one has ever understood me! never..." your voice weakens and riki felt guilt flooding his heart. regret hitting his chest a billion times non-stop. "i am sorry. fuck, i'm sorry i hurt you..." "why does people apologise without meaning it?" you glance at him with an exasperated frown. "i mean it! i am not 'people'," he says. "trust me, y/n, i am truly sorry." he emphasises. "fuck it, i can't handle seeing you cry, come here," he embraces you and pulls you closer ━ your face snuggled onto his chest while your body remains half laid.

he holds your face with care and rubs his thumb against your shaky shoulder from small sobs. you start to wonder why he is being so gentle with you. like, one day he didn't even know you existed or looked in your eyes, and in the next day he is reciprocating.

noticing your silence, riki questions: "over thinking?" his voice hit you all of a sudden, making you slightly jump. "no, just-" you sigh. "yeah... how did you know...?" you let out a small chuckle. "you stop blinking when you start your trance." riki pinches your nose and you scrunch it, rejecting his action.

"what were you thinking about?" "mhm... us." "us?" "yes, us," "and 'us' is good or bad?" you feel his long fingered hands play with your hair. "i am not sure..." you pout. "wanna share?" "it's just that-" you kiss your teeth and fidgets with your fingers, conflicting with your own thoughts. "why are you being so gentle with me, riki?" you adjust your posture and look up at him. "all of the sudden?" "i mean," you sit up, interrupting your hair from being caressed. "you were the one treating me some type of way all of the sudden." you argue.

riki thinks and then shrugs. "i am not sure what this is supposed to me-" "what i mean is that: one day you don't even look at me and the other day we are literally cuddling on the ground!" riki and you became silent.

"i have never ignored you if that's what you mean," "eh?" you frown, scoffing as you were mocking his lie. "you're funny, riki; very funny..." you roll your eyes, avoiding his eyes. the japanese boy sits closer to you, pulling your face to meet your eyes with his. "first of all," he looks away from you after making sure you were paying attention to him. "i have looked at you a few- no, lots of times, but, you were too busy taking notes on that stupid notebook of yours." he chuckles. "also, i haven't seen you at parties so it was difficult to talk to you,"

"you could've just talk to me at class..." you murmur. "i tried! but every single time i tried to develop a deep conversation with you, you were always giving me short and dry answers! i thought you didn't like me!" "who said i like you?!" "do you hate me?" you hummed, like you were thinking about it, clearly teasing him. "you do?!" he made an angry face, speaking between clutched teeth. "okay, okay! yeah- i mean, no!" "you!" you stood up and began to run from riki while he chased you across the whole terrace.

"my ankle hurt, wait!" he complains, whining while holding his ankle. you stop for a second to look back at him, however, knowing his playful personality, you didn't believe him. "stop being a cry baby!" noticing he wasn't laughing a little bit but moaning in pain instead, you walk closer to him. "are you really hurt...?" "it really hurts..." when you were just about to gently place your hand on his shoulder, your action was interrupted by his hand holding yours. "just kidding!" and he holds you into a tight embrace. "let me go!" "lemme see... no, i won't!" "let me-"

"what is that?" you frown, confused. "mhm? what?" you began to look around, trying to find something. "that," he nods at the ground once you glanced back at him. your letter. the letter you wrote earlier on the ground in front of your crush, quite literally revealing it was you; who wrote those previous letters. you sigh trying to get an excuse. "what? a piece of paper?" "isn't that fancy envelope i saw that day?" he reefers to that day in which you bumped onto him. "uh... i don't think so..." you shrug, trying to act nonchalant.

riki free you just to pick up the letter from the ground, ignoring your reply. "strange, isn't it like these envelopes are seeking us?" he drops his head to the side, holding the letter. "should i open it?" your eyes widen discreetly. "no!" noticing your exaltation, riki frowns. "why is that?" "because... because what if it is something important?! like a secret or a..." you try to think, tensing your shoulders as you did so. "love letter...?" you shrug, relaxing your shoulders once riki's chuckle reaches your earbuds.

"so... i can't read it then because it can be an love letter?" your crush raises his brows. "um... yeah?" you shrug once again, trying to convince him to leave it alone. "okay," he pouts his lips, handing you the letter. "so, i won't read it," he surrenders himself, but then crosses his arms like an bad boy. "but you will; read it for me." riki sits on the ground, his eyes not leaving you. "we should get back to-" "no, you'll read it for me," he keeps a dead serious face. "now."

he notices how nervous you were looking. the way your fingers were clutching to the paper, slightly crumpling the harsh paper used to craft that beautiful envelope. "y/n," riki's voice wakes you up from your trance. "read it, please?" he kindly asks you this time, making you feel less intimidated. "o-okay..." you peel the small piece of tape you have glued just yesterday, hoping it was your crush ━ poor past y/n. and then, you open the letter and slips the letter out of the envelope, resting the letter above it. you unfold the folded paper and cleans your throat before reading it.

you did a quick read to the letter and remembered that you have mentioned his name many times, so you had to make up something up before reading the first paragraph.

❝ 𝒟ear, Mr. Kim,

I love your laugh. It's like music that heals the soul and guides me to you. I love how kind and playful you can be, it makes me wonder if I will ever be able to make you as happy as you make me. I know I will never be enough, so just read my words of love. I don't need your touch if it's not well deserved ━ ironic for wanting you completely. I like to use poetry as my main source of writing, because I know you don't understand much about literature ━ much less understand my feelings. Not because they are complex, but because they are too distant to ever be discovered by you. All of this may sound painful, and no matter how painful it is, I will be able to survive as long as I can see your smile.

The thought of having you in my life feels so right, like heaven and angels. But, when I remember of my surroundings and situation, feels like dreams not yet dreamed of, printed poetry, handwritten newspapers, silent parrots and talkative owners ━ in other words: one in a billion chance to be compatible.

However, remember me. Don't ever leave me. You don't have me, but it doesn't mean I can't have you, right?

𝒜nonimously in love with you.❞

"wow..." riki began to clap with star eyes looking at you. "so what you just read is a love letter to our... gym teacher?!" he stands up to analyse the letter, but you quickly avoid him from seeing his name written. "hey! i told you you can't read it!" "okay, okay..." he sighs. "do you really want to go back to class?" "i guess," you shrug, keeping the letter inside the pocket of your wool jacket. "wait! no, we won't! look at the sunset!"

"WHERE WERE YOU GUYS?! KISSING?" heeseung asks and sunghoon bumps his shoulders against his, disapproving his question. "yeah, we were," riki says. "wait, WHAT?!" sunghoon suddenly shouts. "yeah, WHAT?!" jaeyun is the next one to shout. "i told you two!" heeseung mock his friends dropped jaw. "give me my $50's, jaeyun!"

"you and jaeyun seriously made a deal if we had kissed?" "of course!" heeseung replied as it was obvious, taking the $50 from jaeyun's hand. "okay, heeseung give it back to him, no lips were touched," riki shakes his head. "HA!" sunghoon mocks his friends with a loud chuckle, making you giggle. "aw man... i just wanted $50 dollars..." "no money for you, idiot!"

A FEW WEEKS HAVE PASSED by. you and riki became even closer and you might admit you fell even more in love with him. if you had a crush on him back then, now you have a whole fantasy of your future with him. talking about relationships, by getting closer to your secret lover, you also got closer to his friends. if you think this doesn't means shit, oh, it does! after heeseung learned about yoko's shitty personality, he dumped her immediately, feeling an extreme sense of empathy for you ━ not in a romantic way.

also, thankfully, somehow, that day yoko freaked out chasing you and riki with a pen was recorded and leaked. with that being said, she probably got embarrassed and wasn't attending school anymore. another important information is that, by getting closer to your crush, you also got closer to his friends. if you think this doesn't means shit, oh, it does! after heeseung learned about yoko's shitty personality, he dumped her immediately, feeling an extreme sense of empathy for you ━ not in a romantic way.

now, you were at your room texting riki about what you had just ate as a midnight snack. then, you sat on your desk to get some work done for the next week. however, a hard object hit your window and your heart was saying something like: it's riki, it's riki, it's riki; but your mind was saying something like: it's nothing, it's nothing, it's nothing.

however, when the object hit your window again, so you opened the curtains and then your window, now confirming: it is definitely riki. "why didn't you answered me right away?" you sighed. "ki, it's literally 3 am in a saturday! and i am a woman, i can't just open my window in the middle of the night." "fair enough," he shrugs, agreeing.

when riki was just about to shout again, you stopped him, gesturing a stop sign with your hand, making him wait. you picked your phone up and pointed to it, mouthing: phone! text! ━ in which he nodded, gesturing an 'okay' with his fingers and then picking up his phone.

he texted: 'wanna sneak out?' ━ you shook your head in response, looking at him from your window. he snorted, frustrated. and then nodded to you ━ your phone. 'can i come in, then? i want to see you...' ━ returning your sight to the japanese pouty boy. you sighed, biting onto your bottom lip before nodding and closing your window.

you were just about to open your front door when another text from riki popped: 'why did you close the window? let me in! i am prepared!!!!!' ━ riki, you-

you sprinted to your bedroom and opened your window, leaving your door opened, worried. he knocked on the glass a few times after seeing you, patiently waiting while holding onto a random ladder. "did you really just brought a whole fucking ladder?" you question him with shock. "of course not," he scoffs like it was obvious. "so... whose ladder is that?" you squint your eyes. "neighbour." "riki!"

"whaaat now?" he whines, laying on your bed, occupying the whole bed. "you and your huge ass body just occupying my whole fucking bed, scooch over!" he groans before rolling onto the other side. "you're annoying..." he murmurs with a muffled voice. "but you love me," "but i love you, you're right," he lays on his back, glancing at you. "that's why you are annoying~" he whines, rolling onto his side, pulling you closer to him by your waist.

"y/n are you awa-AAAAH! WHAT THE FUCK IS HE DOING HERE?!" your sister walks in your room while riki tried to pull you closer to you, attempting to cuddle with you. "AND WHY-" she closes her eyes shut, trying to wake up from that fever dream.

you stand up from the bed and takes her hand, pulling her to talk outside of your room. you close the door behind you while your sister's eyes stayed shut. "tell me, god, am i dreaming? what the fuck did i just saw?" you sigh, squinting your eyes at your sister's childish like behaviour.

"open your fucking eyes, y/s/n," "is this the devil? is this god? i don't even know anymore! i'm going crazy..." "open your eyes!" you whispered-yell, trying to avoid waking up your grandma ━ even though she is a deep sleeper. "okay, sorry," she finally opens her eyes and stays quiet.

"what were you going to ask me?" "so we are going to ignore what just happened? what i just walked in?" "why do you got to be so nosy?" you ask her and she looked at you, offended. "why? you're pissed off because i happened to walk in while you were trying to kiss the love of your li-" "SHUT!" you cover her mouth. "he's going to hear!"

she is strong enough to take your hand off her mouth, whispering: "i'll leave you alone with him." she smirks and then winks at you, going back to her room. you rolled your eyes once she reached the door of her bedroom and sent you a flying kiss, mouthing: "use protection!"

you went back to your room and closed the door, locking it. you slowly turned around, embarrassed. "good job, y/n! forgetting about the first rule of the hundred of 'sneaking in' rules! 'inside version' because you live here, so-" "shut up," you sigh, laying on bed with him. "yes, ma'am." a minute of silence formed, but riki quickly broke it. "can we cuddle now? i am dying to- uh... cuddle, yeah..." you strange his behaviour but, obviously, agrees.

enjoying being the little spoon, you remained completely silent, loving the way his wide arms were around you and his hands rubbing your back. the warmth exhaling from his covered chest felt like you had the world keeping you close.

"y/n?" his voice echoes and you hum. "mhm?" "do you like... writing letters?"

© 𝓪𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝓮, 𝗺𝗹𝘆𝘀𝗰𝗵𝗮 𝗌𝓽𝓾𝖽𝗂𝗈𝓼. ⋆

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Prompt: Astarion seeing the sunrise, or sunset, for the first time in 200 years?

This is such a cute prompt omg

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Astarion x reader- seeing the sunrise for the 1st time!

Any warnings?: Tooth rotting fluff and some implied sexual situations, nothing graphic tho!

Whats on the record player?: Heart to Heart; Mac Demarco, Let The Light In; Lana Del Ray.

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When you found out Astarion hadn't seen the sunrise since he'd been turned, you felt your heart break. You couldn't imagine having to deprive yourself of such a beautiful experience, and for 200 years no less.

"It's no matter, dear," he'd said upon seeing your saddened expression. "I never enjoyed the sunset anyways." This, of course, was a bold faced lie. While Astarion didn't have many memories of his mortal life, the warmth of basking in the sunrise was one he wanted to cling to desperately. The only thing he would ever want more than to see the sunrise again, was to see it with you.

You knew Astarion well enough to be able to tell when he was lying, so of course you decide to start planning your little surprise right then, unbeknownst to the vampire.

When you can't seem to sleep that night, though Astarion just chalks it up to adrenaline from a fight earlier that day. He slings an arm around your waist, holding you close for the night and burying his head in the crook of your neck. Wriggling out of his tight grasp proves difficult hours later as you try to get everything prepared for your favorite elf.

So of course it's a surprise when he's shaken awake and it's still dark out. He thought it was an emergency at first; why else would you disturb his slumber? He's ready to spring into action, until he's looking up to see your gorgeous face just giddy with excitement. False alarm. He would've griped about the early awakening, but he'd hate to spoil your good mood so soon.

He follows obediently as you eagerly pull him through the woods, your fingers laced with his as you take him to this mystery destination through the darkened trees. (Be glad he has night vision to warn you of fallen branches or rocks in your way, even if you have it yourself you're just too focused on making Astarion's day to care about any injuries.)

As the trees finally clear, Astarion swears he can feel his dead heart beat again at the sight. A small clearing, with a picnic setup overlooking the cliffs. The sounds of the ocean only add to the atmosphere as he stares in disbelief.

"You did all this... For me?"

He tries to contain his joy but when he turns to see your face, scrunched up as you try to tell how he's feeling, Astarion can't help but grab you by the waist and spin you around.

You two tumble into the grass, laughing as your foreheads touch. He kisses your temple, softly as if you might break if he isn't gentle.

"No one's ever cared for me like this before, I-" he pauses, at a loss for words. "thank you."

You smile as he stands up, offering you a hand. You two lay on the picnic blanket you'd bought the day before from a small shop, watching as the sun slowly peeks above the horizon line and casts glittering rays across the sea.

You smile as you feel the warmth on your face, glancing over to Astarion to see if he's enjoying himself.

The sight is almost heavenly- his face, usually pale has a sort of warmth to it, a glow that you've never seen before. His curls brush his shoulders as he leans his head back, basking in the glory of morning. You've never seen him smile so wide before- so genuinely. You haven't seen him frown or heard him complain once since you've come up here.

"Darling," Astarion grabs your hands, bringing them up to his lips. His kisses them gently, looking up at you with such a soft expression you feel as though you would've swooned and fallen over if you weren't already sitting.

"This has been the most wonderful morning. And it was made even better because I got to share it with you, my love." he'd be blushing if he had any blood coursing through his veins. "We have a few more minutes, before the rest of our group wakes up. Would you... Like to stay here with me? Just for a little longer?" he almost feels bad asking, you have so much to do and such little time to do it. Why would you make time for him?-

You throw your arms around him, tackling him a hug as you nod your head yes. The group can do without you for a while longer, it's not the end of the world. Today was about Astarion. Nothing could take this moment away from you two.

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Bonus: "Where are those two?" Karlach groans tapping her foot. The group's been up for what seems like hours- yet you and Astarion are nowhere to be seen.

"Perhaps they've gone to do some... Exploring." Shadowheart says simply. The rest of the group seems to pick up on the inneundo.

"You mean the exploring of each other's bodies?" Gale snorts.

"Yes, that was implied." Shadowheart replies curtly. She didn't have time for this, these two running around like teenagers. Gale's crude remark was only adding to her annoyance.

"Sorry we're late everyone," Astarion announces.

"Finally..." Lae'zel mutters.

"Enjoy your beauty sleep, Astarion?" Gale taunts with a cheeky grin. "Or did you even sleep at all? Seems you and your little friend have some explaining to do." he gestures at the fresh bite marks on your neck, which you cover with your hand. You feel your face flush as Astarion brings his arm around your shoulders.

"Jealous, Gale?" he laughs. You wish you could teleport away; this is enough embarrassment for today. "I understand nobody looks your way but that's no reason you get mad at me for having a little... Fun~"

"Thats enough. We must make haste if we're to get any good work done today." Shadowheart interrupts. You slip out of Astarions grasp while he's distracted. You love the man but gods can he be a bit much.

"Yeah, what she said!" Karlach yells cheerfully. The party seems to move on after that, as everyone slowly leaves camp. You trail back, laughing as you see Astarion cast you an annoyed look of having to walk next to Gale.

"So," Karlach slows her pace to walk next to you. "How's the vampire in bed?"

You should've seen this coming.

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a/n: aaaah this is so cute!!! Lmk what you think and PLEASE send more Astarion requests!!! Probably gonna do some modern au stuff with him, love the idea of him trying to figure out how to use a phone for the 1st time. XX, Starr!

Wordcount: 1148

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Hey guys, how are you?

I decided that maybe it would be a good idea to share my fanfic here, so here is chapter one, you can see more on my profile, or on the wattpad links. I wish you all a good read!

Star — Chapter One

Did some bird beat its wings in Asia?

Did some force take you because I didn’t pray?

Everything that was to come turned to ashes

Because it’s all over, it wasn’t meant to be

So I’ll say words I don’t believe

— Bigger than the whole sky - Taylor Swift

"My house... it’s not here."

It was the first thought I had upon waking up alone in one of the guest rooms of Wayne Manor in the morning.

The impeccably aligned white sheets, the cream-toned, monotonous walls, and the pitcher with a glass of water on the table beside the bed only emphasized the thought.

"My house is not here."

I whispered to myself, closing my eyes, and my heart ached.

Home. That word feels so foreign on my lips. Home has many names for me: "家 Ie," "maison," "hogar," house... whatever the name, I feel like I never truly understood its meaning. Home was never a physical place for me. Home, "a place where you can create lifelong memories." Home, for me, was wherever my mother was performing her shows. Tokyo, Paris, Rio de Janeiro, Madrid. Wherever she was, I was too. She was my home. The only one I knew.

And now, I have no home at all.

Maybe that's the downside of making someone your home. Once you lose that person, no matter where you go, you become a stranger. Not that it’s a feeling I’m unfamiliar with. I’ve always felt like a stranger in my own skin.

The last time I felt at home, it was June 1st. I was on the balcony of our house in Whitechapel, London. A cup of Earl Grey tea rested beside me along with the candy jar, which was empty—cookie jars never lasted long, especially when they were within my reach—but the tea, almost spilling out of the cup, had gone cold. I had added milk to the tea, as recommended, but I didn’t like it.

— “Of course, there’s no backing out...” — I sighed after rereading for the thousandth time the email thanking me for participating but informing me I hadn’t been accepted into the selection process for joining another idol group.

In recent years, groups of young artists in the "idol" format had become astonishingly popular. A new revolution in art was unfolding before my eyes, with Asia leading the charge in innovation.

And more than anyone, I knew that if I didn’t keep up, I’d be left behind.

— “I took a year to study and train my performances, and I still couldn’t debut at the company I wanted... What’s the point of life, anyway?” — I sighed as my eyes wandered to the starry sky stretching above me.

— “You’ll do better next time,” — my mother said, placing a hand on my shoulder before turning her attention to a call from her producer.

I rested my head on my hands, watching the stars shining faintly in that dark sea of uncertainties.

When my mother ended the call, she excitedly told me she was going on a tour and that I could take a break from my classes to join her closely.

We traveled through Tokyo, Amsterdam, Paris, Sydney, New York... But nothing prepared me for Gotham.

"I love you." That faint whisper still echoed in my mind, staining my vision red.

"I love you." And then, a deafening silence, filled with anguish and despair.

"I love you." And now I’m here, in a place I don’t know, with people I’ve only heard about.

I sighed, trying to wash those thoughts away. I knew that at some point I’d have to leave that bed and interact with the other residents of the house, though I had no desire to.

I was about to roll over again in bed and bury my face in the pillow when my phone buzzed, alerting me to a notification. I dragged my hand across the white sheets to reach the phone, the screen lighting up as soon as the device recognized my fingerprint.

"Dear Alice Hoshi,

We inform you that you have been accepted in the Mystic group admission exam (2nd round). You will receive our integration guidelines and the agreement contract to join our company group.

Please complete the attached form to finalize the enrollment documentation. Once the documentation process is complete, your debut will take place on August 1st. You are required to attend our headquarters in Gotham to begin your training on September 1st.

Sincerely,

NextFuture Enterprises."

For a moment, the world went silent. All I could hear was the echo of my mother’s microphone hitting the floor and rolling to my feet.

That dry, metallic sound.

My eyes scanned those words again.

That was everything I had wanted to read for so long. A few days ago, I’d be jumping and screaming around the hotel room.

But now, I didn’t know how to feel.

What was I supposed to feel?

How was I supposed to act?

My eyes lingered on those words until the phone screen turned off. I remained still, staring at the device in silence.

The screen lit up again, and the phone began to vibrate and chime, overwhelmed by so many notifications.

I hadn’t been given an opportunity because the company believed I had talent. No, I knew what they had in mind. I was the novelty, the gossip that would make them profit.

Until the start of the tour, no one knew Kira Hoshi had a daughter.

No one knew; only she and my father kept that secret, and of course, my aunt. But beyond that, no one knew.

Until she decided to reveal it to her fans during the first show of the tour in London, causing an uproar among her fans by calling me on stage to open and close the show with her.

Over time, I could see their divided opinions. Most felt betrayed by my mother, dissatisfied. They hated the idea of her having a life they didn’t know about. Idols didn’t have children. They were angelic beings created solely to bless mere mortals with their art and talent. Idols didn’t have relationships; they existed only to illuminate and shine on those without the same light.

That was one of the first lessons my mother taught me when I said I wanted to be an idol like her.

Before it was revealed that I was her daughter, no one even noticed me, but now, it seemed all the spotlights were pointed in my direction. I skimmed through countless offers filling my inbox with disinterest and then dropped the phone on the bed, standing up.

I looked at my reflection in the mirror, wearing the black dress someone had left at my door in a black box with a matching black satin bow, and applied makeup to hide the dark circles from a sleepless night.

I didn’t need anyone to tell me; I knew my father was waiting for me somewhere in the mansion to accompany me to the funeral, which he had personally arranged.

It was a kind gesture, considering he’d been absent for most of my life—not that I cared; I barely knew him.

Bruce Wayne was barely a name in my family.

— “All set?” — he asked softly as I descended the stairs, and I nodded silently in response.

“I’d like to introduce you to someone,” he said, and a boy with dark skin, green eyes, and hair as dark as Bruce’s appeared in the mansion’s entry hall, dressed in a fine, dark suit.

“This is my other son. Your younger brother, Damian.”

As for me, I almost blended into the white walls of the house. I was albino, a condition that had always bothered me. It wasn’t easy to go unnoticed; heads almost snapped when I walked through hallways. But my mother loved it.

"Kimi no kami ni wa hoshi no kagayaki ga aru (You have the brightness of stars in your hair)," she used to say.

— “Pleasure to meet you,” the boy who was almost a replica of Bruce approached, looking at me intently.

— “My condolences,” he added.

I studied him for a moment, trying to ignore the fact that my father had chosen to be part of one child’s life over another.

— “Likewise,” I murmured, looking away.

— “Thank you.”

— “There are more people I’d like you to meet,” my father said.

“Another time. The car is ready. Shall we?”

Again, I nodded silently and followed them into the car. The fifteen-minute drive to the mausoleum where my mother would rest was entirely silent.

When I stepped out of the car with my father and Damian, reporters surged toward us like vultures with insensitive questions.

The flashes blocked my vision; this was nothing more than a spectacle for the media. They would profit from my pain.

I didn’t answer the questions, didn’t look at the cameras; I just walked between my father and Damian to the front-row chairs as the priest began the sermon. My mother never considered herself Catholic; she wasn’t even a religious person, yet the people around seemed moved.

They tried to persuade me to say a few words about how she had been a good mother, but I didn’t want to.

Words weren’t necessary.

I had said everything I wanted to her while she was alive. We were never ones to leave what mattered for later.

At the end of the sermon, my father accompanied me to the casket so I could say goodbye. He left a bouquet of white roses on her eternal resting place, frowning as I removed them, replacing them with red tulips.

— “She always hated roses,” I said simply, looking at her eternally peaceful face. She looked more radiant than ever.

"The stars shine their brightest in their final moments, more than at any other time in their long existence," she once told me.

“You’re right,” I almost whispered but didn’t. I stayed silent, just watching her. I don’t know how long I stood there, but eventually, I left, leaving my father and Damian behind, waiting in the car with the butler until everything was over.

The butler, whom I learned was named Alfred, kindly drove around in silence and returned to the burial site when everyone was gone, giving me a few minutes alone with my mother.

— “NextFuture Enterprises accepted my application,” I said, looking at her pale, serene face. “I wish you were here to see it; you would have been happy.”

Warm tears slid gently down my cheeks, but I quickly wiped them away. I leaned softly over her body and kissed her forehead, feeling my heart tighten.

"I love you..." The voice echoed in my mind.

— “I love you too,” I whispered, stumbling over my own feet as I stepped back.

— “I’m sorry I don’t have any words for you now; I spent all I had on you while you were alive.”

Finally, they closed the casket and carried it into the mausoleum. I watched the wooden door shut, and then it began to rain.

I stood there until I felt the rain stop falling on me. It hadn’t stopped raining; it was just my father holding a black umbrella to shield me.

— “Let’s go home,” he said, gently guiding me to the car with his hand on my back.

Before entering the vehicle again, I glanced at that mausoleum one last time, with the certainty in my heart that Gotham City would never be my home.

[ambiguouslady42]

Hi steph!! Congrats on 100 followers!! 🩵 I wanted to join with my capitano selfship (capitira).

Our ship is an arranged marriage au. I am the goddaughter of the tsarista and she arranged my marriage to him bc he’s the 1st harbinger and the only one worthy enough in her eyes.

The beginning of our marriage starts off awkward. I’m a very well loved citizen of Snezhnaya and he is typically feared. He also has self image issues bc his skin is decaying due to his immortality curse. So he is afraid of showing me his face in case I show disgust towards him. But slowly we work on gaining each others trust and I help him see how beautiful he is to me.

At the same time, he is a little intimidating to me but when I see how gentle, caring, and protective of me he is, I learn to trust him. It’s a she fell first he fell harder situation.

Our dynamic starts as awkward strangers forced to be together and transforms in a sweet relationship between two lovers who are learning together. We tell and trust each other with our secrets and insecurities and work on them together. He becomes my best friend and I, his. Except we are also married lovers ᰔ

Amira! Thank you for participating in my event! These are the songs that I think perfectly fit the picture that you painted. Save A Prayer by Duran Duran felt appropriate because there's a lyric that stood out to me: Don't ask me why I'll keep my promise, melt the ice. I decided to follow this and write this little drabble for you. I hope it's to your liking <3

There’s a softness to you that is welcoming, that’s why the people look up to you. The people also know that you married the terrifying Capitano. Why would someone as kind and beautiful, marry the likes of him?

However, what people don’t know is how there is mutual respect and tenderness within your marriage. At first, you weren’t sure how this was going to work. He remained distant at first, and you thought it was because he didn’t want to get to know you. The truth was that he was afraid to get close to you because someone as beautiful as you that you would find him ugly due to his disfigurement. His anxieties about being around something so beautiful made him cold and aloof, to your dismay. Then the day came when he had to take off his helmet. 

It was dark in his quarters and he was looking into a shattered mirror. You heard him struggling to remove it as it had gotten tangled with his long, black hair. It ached your heart to watch him struggle. You stood at a distance as you quietly asked him, “Do you need help?” 

At this moment, Capitano froze; he wanted to yell into the heavens at why you had to see him in a vulnerable state. He resisted the urge to raise his voice and sighed in defeat. He nodded to you. The smell that lingered in the air as you approached him disoriented him, making his heart beat like a drum. He always admired how beautiful you were, but he only wanted to keep you away because of what you would think about him. As your hands approach to touch the helmet, he stops to hold onto your hands. You feel nervous as his hands make contact with yours. This had not occurred since you both made a promise to one another. He desired to let you that he was ready to let you in. He sees the kindness in your eyes as you gently try to remove his helmet. He sees a smile appear on your face, which signals that he is safe with you. As you caress his raven hair to untangle parts of it, you feel your heart beating faster. There’s an intimacy that you did not anticipate with this moment; he trusted you to help him and you were allowed to see what he looked like. There is something beautiful about Capitano; as you gaze into his eyes, there’s a yearning behind them. He wants to know you and be close to you. Your hand gently caresses his face as the other brushes the long lock of hair out of his face. Before anything else can be said, you bid him good night and walk away. 

The thrill of having made direct contact with him made it harder for you to breathe. You didn’t sleep that night, anticipating the next time you’ll be able to touch him. Unbeknownst to you, he also didn’t sleep. He lied awake thinking of all the ways he could show his affection for you. 

The following morning, he decided to ask you if you wanted to go through the gardens with him. It was a warm, sunny day and he knew you liked going outside on walks within the premises. You took this as a sign that he does want to be in your presence. He was eager to offer his arm as you both stepped outside together. 

You felt nervous, but you wanted to test the waters. “I’d like a Bulle Fruit”, you said playfully. You know that this fruit is somewhere in this garden, and you were curious to see what he would do with this information. He immediately began walking in the direction of where the tree for the fruit was. When you reached the treat, you were about to attempt to reach for the one at the highest point, but he gently placed his hand on your shoulder. “May I?” he said politely. He was able to pull on the branch to lower the fruit into your hand. “Thank you”, you said with a smile on your face. You were prepared to peel this fruit on your own, but before you could do so, he gently placed his hand on your wrist. “Can I peel it for you?”

It was at this moment that you knew that he cared about you. It wasn’t something that seemed obvious at first, but it’s the little actions that told you that there was devotion in his heart for you. The heart you thought was made of ice was made of gold. “Would you like to share this with me?” you asked. He nodded. You decided to sit beneath the tree to share this sweet fruit. He takes a moment to look at his surroundings and observes that you two are alone and will not be disturbed. He removes his helmet for you, allowing you to look at his lips curling upwards. He can smell the sweetness in your hands as he plants a gentle kiss on it. He knows that he found bliss with you. 

[neospokenworld]

FALL ANIME 2024 FINAL THOUGHTS

Happy Holidays everyone! here I am once again with my final thoughts of the anime from the fall season I watched, and this time we have a total of... 2 anime total that I finished this season lol, not gonna make a section with the ones I dropped since both of them I only saw one episode so without further ado, let's start!

UZUMAKI

This one is extremely lucky it was only 4 episodes long tbh, that was the only reason I finished it lol.

Now don't get me wrong, episode 1 still holds as probably one of the best examples of horror in anime out there with how creepy and unnerving it was, sadly everything went to absolute shit on the 2nd episode and never recovered. The animation quality dropped A LOT in that episode and with that the horror factor was pretty much gone for at least half of the episode (the 2nd half was kinda good tbh) and the 3rd episode was, while with a kinda decent 1st half with the hospital, the rest of it was just so incredibly rushed that I ended up finishing that one in confusion 'cause nothing makes sense, and also frustration because that was the culmination for me that the show wouldn't be as good as it's first episode and that was just... Disappointing to see tbh.

Episode 4 however, wasn't as bad as the other two episodes, it had a better pacing and decent animation, the horror was completely gone but it had a kind of nice suspense towards the end. I'm not gonna blame any animator and whatnot since from what I heard it's production was kinda fucked after episode one, but it's still sad to see how the anime started with such a banger first episode and then just speedran it's way into mediocrity, only to be remembered as yet another failed attempt of adapting Junji Ito's work.

First episode was extremely good tho, just don't watch the rest of the series and go read the manga instead.

DANDADAN

And now for the polar opposite

Without a doubt, my favorite anime this year. I'm not gonna say that I was waiting for a very long time to finally watch this because I only read the manga like 2 months before the anime released, but those 2 months had such an intense hype that the show delivered to Per. Fec. Tion.

It literally felt like reading the manga once again for the first time, animation was extremely on point; the coloring which was the main thing that worried me the most was spectacular (The fight vs Shrimp and the Serpos felt kinda weird in trailers but it was amazing in the show); the voice action was a masterpiece in the 3 languages I saw clips of; the soundtrack was amazing too... Honestly it managed to make me tear up in EP4 with how good it was being, it was like all my worries that I could have at that moment regarding the adaptation vanished as soon as I saw the scene with the 'William Hell Overture' song started playing (there were almost entirely gone at that point tbh)

I know everyone has talked about episode 7 to death but lemme just say that it might be my favorite episode out of any anime this year, just when I thought that nothing could beat the final episodes of the Tokyo Blade arc in Oshi no Ko this one just went in without any breaks to depression town lol (I cried so hard watching it...) easily my favorite episode of the show alongside episode which btw, I would say it captures the escence of Dandadan perfectly with the action, humor and everything, only thing missing was a sad backstory to make it summarize the entire series in one episode lol

Only issue? they took the 'My balls are gone' panel lol, but that's just extreme nitpicking from me, the entire anime was a banger from start to finish and I can't wait to see how they adapt the cursed house arc in 7 months (from what was seen it's gonna be goated too)

and that was the year!! ended up watching quite a bit in the middle of the year and fell down near the end but still a lot of good anime altogether, gonna put my top 10 favorite (not best, favorite) anime that aired this year down below, hope y'all enjoyed reading this!

Dandadan

Girls Band Cry

Mahou Shoujo ni Akogarete

Oshi no Ko S2

Sousou no Frieren

Vtuber Legend

The Apothecary Diaries

Shy S2

Shuumatsu Train Doko e Iku?

Shikanoko Nokonoko Koshitantan

[married-2-the-music]

K-pop Discography Deep Dives: WJSN

A Disclaimer: I was planning, when I first started Tumblr, to be a lurker, but then I began an office job and needed something to listen to to keep myself occupied. And then, I started going through entire K-pop groups’ repertoires, album by album, and jotting down my thoughts. And then, I stumbled into K-pop tumblr and decided, you know what, there’s at least four people on this hell site who would read in depth rants about these discographies and at least five who wouldn’t read it and then get mad because it’s kind of our job as K-pop fans. My lukewarm takes should be taken with an entire silo of salt and the knowledge that this is completely for fun and occupying my very bored, very neurodivergent brain. All this to say, for the love of god, I’m a sleep-deprived student and I don’t have time for internet hate, so don’t kill me. With that being said, enjoy!

Here are my credentials: unusually, for a girl group, I have very few. I’ve listened to WJSN before, and I know a decent amount of title tracks and a couple b-sides. I would say I know them best from my half-watch of Queendom 2 (I’m a fan of Loona and Gfriend, so I was more focused on them), which WJSN did win. I was impressed with them there, and I decided that I wanted to learn more about them.

WJSN was formed in late 2015 as a Korean-Chinese collaborative between Starship Entertainment and Yuehua Entertainment. The members are divided into four units, one for each letter. First is Wonder, with Cheng Xiao, Bona, and Dayoung. Second is Joy, with Xuanyi, Eunseo, and Yeoreum. Third is Sweet, with Seola, Exy, and Soobin. And fourth is Natural, with Meiqi, Luda, and Dawon. After these units were formed, a 13th member, Yeonjung, was added as well. After being on hiatus since 2018, the three Chinese members, Xuanyi, Cheng Xiao, and Meiqi officially left the group in early 2023. Sorry, that was a lot of names, so deep breaths and let’s do this.

They officially debuted in 2016 with MoMoMo, which is one of the most bubblegum-y bubblegum songs I’ve seen in a while. It’s basically a k-pop stereotype at this point: lots of aegyo, completely coordinated school girl clothes, short skirts, childish love, and very poppy beats. I associate WJSN with more ethereal pop, so this was a (somewhat unwelcome) surprise for me. As often happens to me in k-pop, while I did appreciate its comic book style animation and humor, the excessive aegyo made me uncomfortable (see my review of TXT’s Cat and Dog or LOONA’s Hi High). This isn’t the song’s fault; it’s exactly what it’s supposed to be, but it does mean I won’t be listening to it again.

I’m unsure if Catch Me is also a single or just an opportunity for a dance practice, but it embraces the other side of k-pop stereotypes: a sort-of anti-drop, girl-crush, uncomfortably-sexualized…thing? that tries a bit too hard to be cool. WJSN’s talent elevates it, but even they can only do so much with a song that doesn’t have any character.

The 1st EP, Would You Like?, starts with an intro, Space Cowgirl, that I actually liked more than MoMoMo, and I wish more of its self-assured, smooth synths carried into the song. I liked parts of some of the songs, like the twinkling piano and extended bridge in Tick Tock, but most of them sounded very similar to other songs I’ve heard, and so didn’t stick out to me all that much. I could name at least five exactly like Take My Breath.

Secret begins the sound that I know from WJSN, still drawing on the poppiness, cutesiness, and high vocals of MoMoMo, but pairing it with more toned-on synths, more pointed voices, and more poised dancing, a combination that would become their staple in the next few years. It’s quite interesting to see it here feeling a little less polished. I totally get why they gained the nickname “Cosmic Girls” now, with all the space inspiration here, and while the song itself is nothing groundbreaking, I really liked that lead-in to the last chorus.

The Secret, the EP, has a couple songs I liked. BeBe leans a bit too far into aegyo for me personally, but I enjoy its boundless energy and catchiness. Also, that harmonizing in the last chorus? Sign me up. I also enjoyed the frizzy electronic background of Robot, which reminded me a bit of an f(x) song, although it felt more restrained than one of theirs.

I Wish has a slightly more funk-inspired opening than Secret, and while it still has the roots of aegyo, I’d say it follows the pattern of their songs slowly getting more mature. Still got the schoolgirl outfits, though. The chorus and its “tell me why�� is pretty catchy, I will say, and I appreciated a lot of the MV’s visuals in the social media posts, floating lanterns, and emojis.

From. WJSN’s Say Yes caught my attention with its finger-snapping background and slightly Latin-pop-esque warm acoustic guitar. I thought it provided a good contrast to their very electronic synth-heavy music, and made me appreciate their vocals a lot more, especially Yeonjung and Dayoung. The “juseyo, juseyo” is stuck in my head now, and I’m not mad about it. It makes a great addition to my sleep playlist.

Kiss Me’s intro had me intrigued right off the bat, with its fun surf guitar background, and its continuing through the song made this one stand out. I also liked the harsher hand-clapping percussion mixed with the pop, and that the chorus felt like a much more natural progression of the verses and pre-chorus. Still not a fan of the rapping, which comes out of nowhere, but overall this was a great summer track and it got stuck in my head.

Happy is a return to the bubbly, kind-of sporty concept of MoMoMo that was so popular in mid-3rd gen (Red Velvet’s Happiness, TWICE’s Cheer Up, or Fromis_9’s FUN, for example), and I’d be lying if I said I was as happy to see it as the song wants me to be. I definitely liked the humor and the ultra-saturation of the music video, and ended up laughing a good few times. But overall, I’m not a fan of this concept or this type of song, and this song does nothing to change my mind. Also, I feel like the chorus, though it’s pretty good, doesn’t fit in with the rest of the song. I think it’s the sudden tempo change.

Happy Moment is a full album, so there’s a lot to talk about. I liked the bubbly distortion in Miracle, (honestly I wonder why it wasn’t a single, because it really feels like one), the vocalizing in Mr. BadBoy’s choruses, the minimalistic background of Babyface’s verses, the roller skating rush of Geeminy, and especially the lovely musical catharsis of Closer To You (damn, Yeonjung, what a note to end on!). Again, though, what I really liked were parts and besides Closer To You, I didn’t like any song enough to consider it a hidden gem. I know that Happy leans very much into aegyo, but the names of a lot of these songs felt a bit too babyish even for that, and I don’t think that the album needed to be so long, because so many of its tracks felt like filler. I would rather have a five or six track, great-all-the-way-through EP like, say Sunmi’s Warning or SEVENTEEN’s Haeng-Geurae, than a half-as-good album twice that long.

Dreams Come True, I’m happy to say, builds on the good that both Kiss Me and I Wish started, working in more interesting percussion and more ethereal synths. Funnily enough, it goes so far into understated that I didn’t realize the chorus had started until it was almost over, and while it’s got a good base, I think that it needs a stronger, more obvious hook to turn into a classic. I did really like that delicate bridge, though.

Dream Your Dream, the EP, starts strong with Love O’Clock, which doesn’t bother with a drawn out build-up, instead rushing forward right from the first moment. I liked the harmonizing, the strong drumbeat, and the catchiness. I also enjoyed Renaissance’s swirling and soaring vocals (another b-side that could’ve been a single) and Thawing, despite its odder sound effects, charmed me with its earnestness.

Save Me, Save You was the first WJSN song I heard, and is probably the one that best sums up their style. It starts soft, almost not there in the first verse, then tiptoes its way through the pre-chorus, and with a couple drum beats, that magical chorus takes over and suddenly you’re floating. As mentioned, their songs are often a bit too bubbly or understated for me, but I can acknowledge when a song does its style well, and this one absolutely does. I didn’t even mind the rap! I like the setting of the magic school and the incredibly fast shifting in the eyes between the bridge and the last chorus, but I wish it drew itself out more, to make the best use of that excellent vocalizing.

From WJ Please?, the EP, I really had a good time nodding my head to You, You, You, especially during its bridge and last chorus and I added it to my roller skating playlist. I also enjoyed the hints of flamenco and layered strings in the background of I-Yah, a surprisingly lovely sound for the title. It really reminded me of I Knew It by Sonamoo, one of my favorite Latin-pop inspired K-pop tracks. Masquerade also has a great use of strings, this time combined with a gentle piano, and Hurry Up uses a brightly jazzy beat to add some contrast. These four together absolutely make this my favorite EP so far, which is pretty funny, as all these songs are better than the title.

La La Love’s Carnival setting is interesting, and is the decision to have a pre-chorus that leans into sing-talk. The choice mostly works and doesn’t interrupt the good flow that the song has, and I like the high vocalizing that twinkles around the chorus. On the whole, the song is pretty enjoyable and gentle, but, like I usually do, I wish it had more of a hook that would make it stick in my head. Completely different from the last EP, I didn’t have a hidden gem for this one, though I thought 12 O’Clock was nice.

With how much I liked their last summer comeback, I was excited for Boogie Up. The song is pretty upbeat and on the whole, reminds me of a much more bubbly version of Red Flavor by Red Velvet. It’s catchy, but it has a bit too empty of a chorus for me, and doesn’t innovate on a pretty tried-and-true pop formula enough to stand out. I do like the fun instrumental and the bridge, though. Their bridges are almost always pretty great.

From the EP For The Summer, I honestly really liked the song For The Summer with its bright and flouncy energy (though as I often do, I thought the rap was unnecessary), and the horns were a nice touch. Let’s Dance follows in the stead of WJ Please’s great, Latin-pop inspired b-sides, though I don’t think it’s quite as unique as those.

As You Wish has a very bouncy beat from the beginning, and its excellent electronic sound draws from disco. Its pre-chorus build is great as well, and the chorus delivers, making it both one of my favorite titles so far and what I’m sure will become a fixture on my roller-skating playlists. Its last chorus is delightfully bright, but my favorite part is absolutely that outro, which brings together the vocals and the instrumentals perfectly and should’ve been so much longer. From the EP, also titled As You Wish, I liked the vocal showcase and twinkling piano in Lights Up, and the drumline beat of Don’t Touch.

Butterfly is another song I already knew by WJSN, and its bubbly energy works surprisingly well for me. I think this is the first of their title tracks that has a deeper meaning than an average love song, and I’m very happy to see it. There’s never enough songs about freedom and being yourself, in my opinion. The last chorus’ vocalizations, as often in WJSN’s singles, elevates the song greatly, and its fizzy instrumental brings everything together. The visuals of flowing white dresses and puffy clouds are a great addition too.

From Neverland, while I enjoyed the back and forth, rushing energy of Hola and the string-led instrumentation of Where You Are, my hidden gem was absolutely Pantomime. I first heard it while watching Queendom, and though I do definitely prefer the more 20’s jazz-inspired, more theatrical version from their stage there, there’s still a lot to love here. I especially enjoy how clipped and off-beat it is, setting it apart from WJSN other’s b-sides.

Unnatural is a bit of a darker counterpart to Butterfly, also about not quite fitting into normalcy (hence the title). I really liked the rap in this one, and how well it fit into the tempo. Also, the way the pre-chorus pulls back and then rushes forward is great. I like the more minimalistic instrumentals and how they let the vocals flow and speak for themselves. Overall, I think it’s one of their strongest outings. From Unnatural, the EP, I really liked the mix between WJSN’s high voices and the self-assured tone and beat in Last Dance, though I wish the instrumental was more distinctive.

Last Sequence is, at time of writing, WJSN’s most recent comeback, from a year ago. It also falls into the more minimalistic electro-pop synth style of their last few singles, which of course I’m in favor of. I do feel like the chorus needed more of a lead-in than it has, but besides that, I do really like this one. As always, its bridge is great and so is the lead-in to the last chorus (the yeongwohni, yeongwohni, yeongwohni is stuck in my head now). I didn’t have a hidden gem for this comeback, as it’s only a 3-song single.

I’m glad I did this! Like I said, I didn’t know much about WJSN before this review. But, I’ve learned that they were an important part in making what I now consider a very classic 3rd generation K-pop sound, and their music became the blueprint for many groups afterward. I’ve watched some interviews and had some good laughs, and even seen a couple compilations of their best performances on Queendom. I definitely liked their later music more than their earlier, though, and after hearing their work, I’m sad that they don’t come back nearly as often as they used to.

My Top 5 songs are Butterfly, Last Sequence, Kiss Me, I-Yah, and Hurry Up, with Pantomime as an honorable mention . WJSN gets an 8.25 out of 10 from me. I think that on the whole, their songs are pretty good and there were very few I actively disliked. The biggest issue I face is that I listen to and analyze So. Much. K-pop. (probably thousands of songs by now) and because of that, only the groups that do something unique or innovative, have incredible voices, self-produce, or consistently discuss important subjects in their work really stick with me. WJSN is very talented, but while they have a niche, they don’t really add anything new to what’s been done time and time again.

Next time, I have a very special soloist review coming up, that’s going to come out on December 18th (a day late). If you know your k-pop and my blog, you can probably guess what it is. It’ll be a bit different from a usual review, but I felt like it was time. Tschüss!

[muslimintp-1999-girl]

I finished the 1st book in the Shatter Me series so here's some of my highlighted lines from it :

I always wonder about raindrops. I wonder about how they’re always falling down, tripping over their own feet, breaking their legs and forgetting their parachutes as they tumble right out of the sky toward an uncertain end.

I’ve been screaming for years and no one has ever heard me.

No one is ever close enough.

I only know now that the scientists are wrong. The world is flat. I know because I was tossed right off the edge and I’ve been trying to hold on for 17 years. I’ve been trying to climb back up for 17 years but it’s nearly impossible to beat gravity when no one is willing to give you a hand. When no one wants to risk touching you.

The moon is a loyal companion. It never leaves. It’s always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do. Every day it’s a different version of itself. Sometimes weak and wan, sometimes strong and full of light. The moon understands what it means to be human. Uncertain. Alone. Cratered by imperfections.

The natural elements were at war with one another because we abused our ecosystem.

He’s smiling again and I’d like to take a picture. I’d like to stare at the curve of his lips for the rest of my life.

Look at me, is what I wanted to say to you. Talk to me every once in a while. Find me a cure for these tears, I’d really like to exhale for the first time in my life.

They don’t bother to be bothered by the beauty that falls from the sky. They don’t understand the freedom in feeling the universe on their skin. They don’t care.

They say the weather wasn’t always so unpredictable. They say there were birds who used to soar through the skies like planes.

Hope in this world bleeds out of the barrel of a gun.

My eyes are 2 professional pickpockets, stealing everything to store away in my mind. I lose track of the minutes we trample over.

So many people must’ve died to sustain this luxury.

Reality slaps me in the face. Mortification muddles my brain, desperate humiliation clouds my judgment

He says my name like a whisper

I want to hate him and judge him and scream forever but I’m failing because all I see is an 8-year-old boy who doesn’t remember that he used to be the kindest person I ever knew.

I saw the world and its lack of compassion, its harsh, grating judgment, and its cold, resentful eyes. I saw it all around me.

I spent my life folded between the pages of books.

Adam is gone even though he said he would stay. I don’t understand him I don’t understand his actions I don’t understand my disappointment.

The dining room is big enough to feed thousands of orphans

I feel like I’m struggling to swallow a toothpick.

.....the wind is singing outside my window but it’s high-pitched and off-key and I don’t have the heart to tell it to stop.

I’d like to cry into his eyes.

His voice hugs the letters in my name so softly I die 5 times in that second.

I don’t know why or how or what or anything at all except that he is still my friend.

He says it with a small smile the size of Jupiter.

Hope is hugging me, holding me in its arms, wiping away my tears and telling me that today and tomorrow and two days from now I will be just fine and I’m so delirious I actually dare to believe it.

his voice like an icicle piercing the flesh of my memories

“You’ve been on the edge of insanity your entire life, haven’t you? So many people called you crazy you actually started to believe it. You wondered if they were right. You wondered if you could fix it. You thought if you could just try a little harder, be a little better, smarter, nicer—you thought the world would change its mind about you. You blamed yourself for everything.”

I don’t want to be anything for anyone but myself.

“You were the only one who ever looked at me like a human being.”

He just made sure he was close enough to scare away everyone else.

I stand up to stare out the small square of a window only to be met by the bleak backdrop of a broken city.

I want to wash my soul in the bottomless blue of his eyes.

Every butterfly in the world has migrated to my stomach.

“There’s very little I wouldn’t do for you.”

".....There was nothing inherently wrong with you.” Nothing inherently wrong with you.

“Laughter comes from living.” I shrug, try to sound indifferent. “I’ve never really been alive before.”

The possibility of losing him is 100 years of solitude I don’t want to imagine.

There are 400 cotton balls caught in my windpipe.

1,320 seconds walk into the room before he does.

The collapse of our human society should not come as a surprise. We brought it upon ourselves

I have no doubt he’s swayed many people with such fanciful thoughts. Hope for a future that seems lost. Inspiration in a bleak world with nothing to offer. He is a natural leader. A talented orator.

“I—yes—I’d like that,” I stammer, excited, 4 years old and still believing in fairies.

My smile is wider than the Pacific Ocean. My heart is so full of relief, comfort, acceptance.

I take big lungfuls of air and savor the taste. Things are changing, but this time I’m not afraid. This time I know who I am. This time I’ve made the right choice and I’m fighting for the right team. I feel safe. Confident. Excited, even. Because this time? I’m ready.

[true-love-1997]

The Clockwork Man Chapter 2: Sakurasou

Notes: This is part of a bigger story project dedicated to Teru Mikami's past. It's still in the rough draft stage, so things may be subject to change. Please leave feedback if you enjoyed, it would encourage me greatly.

Middle school was another matter entirely. The more I confronted evil the more enemies I had to face. Victims would become participants and even the people watching would be influenced by evil and become enemies themselves. But for justice to triumph, it requires action so I realized to serve justice I had to delete evil.

Flute music blended into the spring atmosphere, where it was blue from the sky, bright green from the grass, and pink from the cherry blossom trees all reflected in the clear water running through the stream. Although Teru always loved his mother’s compositions, he could not help but think, this particular one, Sakurasou, had a sad tone to it.

            His mother explained to him that she intended it to be that way because, sometimes, the most beautiful things in life were sad. At the time, Teru could not really understand what his mother meant by this. As he watched the cherry blossom petals fall from the trees and drift through the water, he wondered what middle school would bring.

—April 1st, Meisho Year 15, a new semester of Toyogaoka Middle School begins—

The teacher of the First Year, Class B introduced himself as Mashimo-sensei, and required every student in the class standup at their seat and give a short introduction about his/herself which consisted of their name and/or if they had any nicknames, their elementary school, and their hobbies.

Teru listened attentively as each boy and girl in his class stood up and gave their introductions. When it became his turn, Teru began, “I’m Mikami Teru. I attended Birakoshi Elementary School. My hobby is reading. Good to meet you.”

As Teru sat down, he heard one of the boys who sat behind him, Shibuki Soshu, snickered and muttered, “Nerd.”

            That was only the beginning.

            Shibuki, along with Haruno, Mikajima, and Oye went on to harass and attack Sakai Noboru, whom Teru tried to defend, but in the end, both Noboru and Teru became a bloody mess on the boy’s bathroom floor. The four boys beat people up, stole things, and broke school property but got away with it, because of a lack of evidence, but Teru knew.

By the end of the first week, Shibuki Soshu, Haruno Kyuichi, Mikajima Hachigoro, and Oye Junzo four of the worst delinquents, established themselves to be the “rulers” and the worst troublemakers of the class, maybe even of the entire freshman grade.

One afternoon, because the weather was warm and sunny, Teru thought about having his lunch on the benches of the school grounds. But when lunchtime came around, his bento had been stolen. There had been no way to find out who had stolen his lunch, it was as though it had vanished. However, Teru had suspicions it could have been the works of Shibuki, Haruno, Mikajima, and Oye.

Teru sat on the bench, frustrated, trying to figure out when and how it could have been taken from him. He was determined to take on all four of them if he had to, even if he did get beaten up again like last week when he ended up with a bloody nose from getting punched too many times and his glasses crushed by Oye.

While Teru was sitting hunched over, angrily staring at the floor, a shadow came into his line of sight. Teru turned to his right to see it was a girl, who had to be one of the upperclassmen because she looked big—taller than him and definitely passed 13 or 14 years old. She had wild, untamed dark brown hair, wide eyes, and was smiling which made Teru subconsciously soften his expression.

“Hey there! Is the seat beside you taken?” she asked.

            “No... go ahead.” Teru answered as he moved further right to make room for her to sit.

            “Thanks,” she continued in her bubbly voice.

            Teru gazed at her for a moment, but remembering it was rude to stare, he looked back straight ahead.

            “You’re not going to eat? Or, you finished your lunch already?” the girl asked him.

Teru looked back at her and responded, “No, I... lost it.”

            The wild-haired girl’s expression went from happy to sympathetic.

            “I’m sorry to hear that,” she responded automatically. She then held out her wrapped bento towards Teru and continued, “Here. You can have mine.”

Teru’s eyes widened in surprise.

            “Are you sure? Then, you won’t have anything to eat.”

            The girl smiled once more, giggled, cleared her throat and joking said, “It’s okay, it’s the senior’s responsibility to take care of our younger ones. Go ahead, you don’t have to hesitate! I hope you like tamagoyaki, okura, and fishcake though.”

Teru bowed his head to her and thanked her as he accepted her lunch. He hesitantly unwrapped the bento box, took out her chopsticks and ate her lunch slowly.

            “It tastes delicious.” Teru then said.

            “I’m glad you like it!” the girl said with her smile that made him feel warm inside.

            “Senpai, what’s your name?” Teru asked reluctantly, but he felt like he had to know.

“Hm? Oh, I’m Asakura Shoko. “Asakura,” spelled with the Kanji of “morning” and “warehouse.” “Shoko,” as in “shinning” and “child.” What’s yours?”

            “I’m Mikami Teru. “Mikami,” as in “Mi” the Kanji from the word “bewitched,” and “kami” as in “above.” “Teru” is spelled with the same Kanji as your first name, “shinning.” He answered shyly.

            “Wow! We share that one Kanji. I’m bad with remembering people’s names, but that makes it easier for me to remember yours!” Shoko said cheerfully.

But it matches you unlike me...You actually shine...when you smile, I can’t breathe. Teru thought to himself as he watched her face.

            “So, what do you like to do for fun?”

            Teru had to think for a moment before answering her question.

            “I like reading, mostly. I enjoy the Morphbots manga, but I watch the anime too. But I... don’t have any specific favorite book or genre, I tend to read anything I can get my hands on. What about you?”

            Shoko then crossed her arms, held her chin with her left hand, and looked up at the sky and said, “Hmmm. Definitely watching Godzilla movies and drawing!”

Teru was somewhat let down by her answer. He did not like Godzilla because Godzilla is not justice.

            “Asakura-senpai, why do you like Godzilla?” Teru asked curiously, trying to hide the disappointment in his voice.

“Because, his designs are so cool!” Shoko said enthusiastically, going into full-Godzilla fan mode.

“Have you seen Godzilla Y? Or Space Godzilla?”

Instead of feeling clarified, Teru felt even more confused.

“But if he was real, he would step on you. He’s not a nice guy,” He reasoned.

Shoko stared at him for moment, but broke into a giggle.

Her laugh is so charming...her smile...she’s pretty, maybe even beautiful...and perfect in every way... He thought as he watched her longingly.

“You should know, Godzilla saves humanity sometimes.”

Then Teru thinks, That’s not good enough, a hero has to save people all the time.

Teru noticed that lunchtime was almost over, he knew he didn’t want to give Shoko her bento box back without washing it clean first.

            “Wait here, I’ll be right back.” Teru says to Shoko.

            He rushed to one of the faucets outside, he washes Shoko’s bento box and chopsticks the best he could and dries it with his handkerchief. He wraps and ties it with her lunch cloth and rushes back to Shoko.

He hands it back to her. Shoko accepts it with a grin and says, “Thanks.”

“No. I should be the one thanking you. It was good, senpai.” Teru blushes and looks down at the floor.

“You don’t have to call me ‘senpai,’ just ‘Shoko’ is fine.”

“But that’s...It seems too casual.”

The school bell rang which indicated that lunch was over. Shoko, before turning around waves goodbye and says to him, “Well, it was nice meeting you, Teru. I guess I’ll see you around.”

            “It was...so good to meet you, too.” Teru stammered as he sadly watched her leave. He missed her even before her figure was lost in the crowd of other third years.

When Teru went back to class, he had forgotten all about trying to find who stole his lunch. His thoughts were replaced by her.

            Shoko Asakura, who was as lovely as the sakurasou blossoms. The perfect girl. He wished he could eat her delicious cooking every day. He wished he could call her his lover, his wife.

            That night he had dreamed about her. In his dream, he heard her laughter, he could see her naked from head to toe but she vanished as soon as she had appeared. He was lost in the woods and no matter how far he went, how fast he ran, he could never catch up to her.

Teru woke up that morning feeling simultaneously wonderful and sorrowful. He finally understood what his mother meant when she said in life, sometimes the most beautiful things were sad. Because Teru knew Shoko most likely had forgotten all about him already.

He knew Shoko wouldn’t be interested in him, someone like her must have had countless admirers. Not to mention Shoko herself probably had a crush on another guy, someone probably older and shines just as much as she does.

            But, so what? Teru thought.

Even if she never likes me back, it doesn’t mean I can’t express my love to her in some way. I can do it in a way she doesn’t have to know that I’m the one who admires her. She deserved to know that she is loved, regardless.

With that, he takes the best quality paper he can find in his desk, a pen, and writes his first anonymous love letter to her

Notes: I wanted to imagine a scenario where Mikami falls for a woman who doesn't normally seem like his "type." After all, I don't think it is impossible for Mikami to have a crush on a bubbly, extroverted girl. I hope I was able to write the scenario in a believable way, though. And to clarify, in case you have never heard of "Sakurasou," it is the name of the Japanese Primrose. I chose this flower for its symbolic meaning of "eternal love." The source is here in case you want to take a look. Last but not least, a big thank you for reading this. 😊

[lotuseye]

ANAIS PRESENTS... KINKTOBER 2024!

hi everyone! sorry i'm late to the party, but holy fuck have you seen the delicious lists everyone dropped? i feel inspired, and i'd like to present my list for my first kinktober writing challenge lmao. however, i'd like to say that as most of my fics, i tend to lose myself on the plot side of the smut, so expect a lot of yapping. with that, do me the courtesy of pretending you didn't see the delays and changes that might occur. still, i hope you'll enjoy it!

1ST OF OCTOBER, B.A.S.

he lyin' to me, i'm lyin' to him, fuck it, guess we both ain't shit! ( murder was the case when you held me down, and i must begin to burn, my heart beats faster! )

[ starring satoru gojo. ] running into each other with the on and off situationship they have managed to keep out of press and on the low in a movie gala they swore they wouldn't be going, holding the hands of people they told the other not to think about. well, well, well- the candle of the liar only burns until dawn, it seems.

5TH OF OCTOBER, I DIDN'T CHANGE MY NUMBER.

don't take it out on me, i'm out of sympathy for you. maybe you should leave, before i get too mean and take it out on you ( and your best friend too! )

[ starring suguru geto and satoru gojo. ] it was so, so difficult to put up with satoru sometimes- especially when every 9 of the 10 words that left his mouth was lies and excuses. in a particularly rough patch where there seems to be a whose-dick-is-bigger contest between the two stubborn idiots, she runs into geto in the bar they frequent and decides he deserves an earful for enabling gojo to be atrocious- but a torture can come in various forms, can't it?

10TH OF OCTOBER, HIS HANDS.

he feels handcrafted just for you, but he's a little too far away and you can't, you can't. his hands are in you, and you know you'll be gone by the morning - but you know he loves you.

[ starring kento nanami. ] slipping out of kento's arms in the dead of the night and leaving him to amend the loss all by himself in the morning, entangled in the sheets that still carried the scent of her had never been the plan - but she knew what he didn't know, she knew what he wanted and what she could never give. when their paths cross again years later in the corner of a pub, kento is not letting her slip away from him without answers.

15TH OF OCTOBER, AFFECTION.

( you're taking what you want from me [...] wrapped in all the choices you're not giving to me. ) oh, i'm looking for affection in all the wrong places - we'll keep falling on each other to fill the empty spaces.

[ starring choso kamo.] choso wasn't born yesterday, but the naivety of wishing his best friend would stop letting toji back into her life only to be disappointed and let down & see that there was someone else who could have been a much better boyfriend is truly dubious. love consumes him whole, but it is not enough to keep the resentment from spreading. maybe he needs to try something different for her to see.

20TH OF OCTOBER, HEARTBEAT.

so we fuck till' we come to conclusions, all the things we thought we were losing - i'm a ghost and you know this, that's why we broke up in the first place.

[ starring ryomen sukuna.] she's heard somewhere that it takes a person seven times to leave their partner, but she is certain whoever came up with that hadn't met ryomen sukuna. ryomen has a horrible habit of calling in the worst possible hours, and she has a horrible habit of answering. she knows it's not, but she can swear it tastes like love when her ex boyfriend kisses her in the back of his trunk.

25TH OF OCTOBER, SERIAL KILLER.

if i lay really quiet, i know that what i do isn't right, i can't stop what i love to do! so i murder love in the night, watching them fall one by one, they fight... did you think you'll love me, too?

[ starring toji fushiguro. ] an assassin for hire, toji relishes in the face of his new target and won't stop until he collects his bounty. but the one thing he hasn't considered is that there is a reason why people came to him, the deadliest assassin in the entire field to take her out. toji is about to find that despite his lethal aim and flawless precision, there is a predator better than him.

31ST OF OCTOBER, DRIVE.

your laugh, echoes down the hallway, carves into my hollow chest, spreads over the emptiness, it's bliss. it's so simple but we can't stay, over analyze again, would it really kill you if we kissed?

[ starring suguru geto. ] it is late at night, when she calls him, in three in the morning to come pick her up from a club in god knows where. he knows better than to go, giving how their last conversation ended, but when the car breaks down in the middle of the road, the feelings that they hide come bubbling up to the surface sooner than later.

[gorgeousattorneyjournalist]

"Kladvopka of the Swan Lake"

By: Kimberly Palenzuela

Profiles (Fiction)

My feet are trembling from the frost. Vladivostok, my home town, is still at -20°C, but I choose to practice in the old lake we used to play on when we were young. Times passed quickly, and my dreams were surely coming true, twirling, sliding. I could hear the ice screeching underneath my skating shoes.

When was the last time I was accompanied here? As I tried to recall my thoughts, I heard a faint shout I could hear from afar; the north wind was still giving me the chills."Kladdy come! Let's drink some coffee!"

It was my American friend Maddy, and she was here for the holidays, at least for her; it's been a while since we last met." Maddy, you know I can't drink coffee; caffeine is not good for me." she smiled as if there was no tomorrow "I know very well, you'll be amazing this coming Winter Olympics." she said

"Well, how did you know? It's still not enough; I couldn't even finish the triple mid-air routine perfectly", I responded.

"Still with that perfectionism stuff", as she pinched my cold nose, "I've been watching you for hours now. I can't bear the cold outside, yet you endure it so that you can practice well, look at how amazing the patterns in the lake is!" she pointed the frozen lake.

I was amazed at how beautiful the swan pattern was; I'd been practising the dance routine for many months now, and Coach Victoria instructed me to do some complicated stuff to beat my last year's record. I have loved skating since I was born; with my family, every winter was spent in the frozen lake of my hometown.

I started my first competition when I was six years old, and now I am 18, and this is my first Winter Olympics.

Xerxes Selene Kladvopka, Russia "That's my name!"I exclaimed as I rose from my seat and tried my best to compose myself; I smiled slowly and gracefully and made my way to the skating rink.

Wearing this royal blue fitted and lace dress with a matching tiara and a swan emblem. It felt like I was in my favourite storybook, "Swan Lake".

As the orchestra started to play, I closed my eyes and started my dance; I felt I had become one with my skating shoes; I felt every melody with passion and grace.

It was a slow-motion moment; I twirled, twirled, jumped, and slid. I smiled and did my mid-air jump; it had to be perfect as I practised a thousand times. My chest tightened, but I puffed it out and finished the dance.

After my part, I scanned the audience and spotted my favourite person, Maddy; she had been here all along. I thought she would never be here; a tear escaped my eye when I heard, "That was amazing, Princess!"

I was grateful and happy with this experience; I never imagined I would finish this well."I am so proud of you!"As I returned to her side, Coach Victoria told me, "Thank you for guiding me; thank you for being there from day one." she was my only coach since I was 6. With 12 years of experience, we had our fair share of losses and wins. She was also a champion skater, and I'm honoured to have her as my coach.

As I relaxed myself waiting for the announcement, I smiled and said, "Everything's gonna be all right".

Second runner-up Narumi Hayazaki, Japan!,1st runner-up Willia Diskervuok, Russia! My co-player had won already; I congratulated her as she walked and claimed her medal.

I will wait more, as I heard the drum roll and my heart pounding so fast."The champion of the women's skating single of Winter Olympics 2027 is the swan lake princess Xerxes Selene Kladvopka of Russia! Congratulations"

I heard the crowd roar with applause; my coach guided me, for I could not walk well. My knees were wobbly. I claimed my trophy and bit my medal. I was the winter champion and couldn't do this without perseverance, patience, and hard work. But most of all, those people who guide and love me all along.

[yuusishi]

I don’t want to be your prince!

AU where gn!MC gets kidnapped to be the phantom bride’s “prince” instead of Idia.

pairing: Idia x reader

genre: fluff

cw/tws: none

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You stood still in front of the school cafeteria, the same pose you’ve been stuck in for the past hour, your muscles are stiff and back is aching from not moving for an hour

‘Ahh I hate this, why did I have to be picked’ you thought.

You were just on the way to the Ignihyde dorm to play games with your little gaming buddy, Idia, when you heard the phantom bride’s voice yearning to meet her beloved “prince”. You looked at her while hidden in a bush but one of her ghost retainers caught you and unfortunately the bride fell.

So now you’re here standing in wedding attire in the middle of NRC, you cried internally as your friends just stood there with you in the middle of the cafeteria frozen as well by the bride’s slap, you got it slightly easier for she only tapped your forehead unlike the pain your friends’ cheeks went through.

“My dear (name), after 500 years, I’ve finally found you” Eliza swooned and looked at you lovingly while you stiffened even more at her presence, the bride and her retainers continued to talk about how long they’ve waited for their princess to be wedded for the nth time that hour

You sighed and stared at the floor dejectedly while your friends just stared in pity

“Is this really how it’s gonna end for me…?” you mumbled, making your mood dip even further.

If there’s someone you wanted to marry it was Idia, but he probably wasn’t even interested, he always spoke about how troublesome social interaction is and that you’re probably the only person other than Ortho that has managed to get this close to him, you played hours upon hours of video games and watched anime with him over the few months you’ve been in Twisted Wonderland. He’s your closest friend apart from the 1st years and unfortunately have fallen for him.

Your thoughts for the past 10 minutes is him miraculously coming out of his room and bolting to the cafeteria to your rescue but the chances of that are…aren’t 0 but not exactly more than 60%.

You were forcefully dragged out of your thoughts by Ace and Epel breaking into the cafeteria, sweaty and suits slightly ripped, their hair was messy but still somewhat presentable. You listened to Ace give Eliza and her retainers a verbal beating and a kind of reality check, you appreciated Ace and the others rescuing you but now all you really wanted was to be with Idia.

You stared off into the floor until you heard the door open, Riddle and Rook fashionably late and…Idia?!

You stared at him with a happily shocked expression whilst he gave you a saccharinely sweet small smile that made your heart skip a beat, Lilia saw your expression and gave you a mischievous smile

“My, who are you aweing at, (name)?” the fae said teasingly, you shushed him immediately, swearing that if you weren’t frozen you would slap him yourself.

Rook’s voice rang out the room commanding the others to take the stunned people or “glorified logs” to the corner of the cafeteria, Idia ran towards you and carefully picked you up like you were a porcelain doll, your back leaned on one of his arms while his other carried your legs by the back of your knees. The only thing you can hear is everyone fighting against the bride’s retainers and a ginormous Puffy, you can only see the bright flashes of light from their spells.

Idia leaned on the wall once you’ve reached the cafeteria’s corner panting while you just laid in his arms

“Hey Idia, you alright?”

He continued panting but managed to speak “Yes…*huff* I’m good…” his voice was breathy and tired, after he regained his composure he spoke up again

“Ah man, I thought you ditched me for the first time for our video game session but you were actually here” he sighed in relief and laughed slightly

“Why would I ever ditch you, Idia? You’re my favorite person to play games with” you smiled as you watched his cheeks flush a darker shade and the tips of his hair burning a hot pink color, he looked away to not let you see his face and you just giggled.

The dust finally settled and you clapped as you watched Eliza and Puffy get married while everyone just sighed knowing it’s finally over, you were helping everyone take down all the wedding decorations that the ghosts stuck on the walls and tables

“Man, we’re already the ones that actually did something to get rid of the ghosts but the Headmage is making US do the clean up” Ace complained as he dragged down a large ribbon from the window

As you were about to make your own complaint suddenly Ortho approaches you, his eyes looking extremely excited

“You need anything, Ortho?” you asked

“My brother wants to meet you by the entrance later once you’re done with your clean up duties!”

You agreed and dismissed Ortho, immediately you hear Ace’s mischievous snicker behind you “Is someone about to receive a confession from their dear old crush?” he teased, you slapped his arm enough for him to yell out in pain

“Okay okay I’ll stop teasing, I’ll do your clean up duty too so go! Meet up with that crush of yours!” he pushed you towards the entrance with an excited voice and you yelled a thank you to him

‘I’ll grab Ace some stuff from the convenience store after all this’.

You quietly slipped through the cafeteria doors and saw Idia leaning on a wall out in the hallway, his head perked up when he heard you come in, walking towards each other you both stood in silence for a while

“So…what did you want to talk to me about?” you tilted your head curiously, he fiddled with his fingers while opening and closing his mouth trying to find words to say.

He sighed in frustration and looked at you in the eye, you’ve been waiting patiently this entire time not saying or making any comments about his nervousness

“I-I…”

“I like you, (name), you’re like…a character that I’d spend my life savings trying to get in a gacha game, if you were a four star on a banner I would risk getting the five star just trying to get you!” his usual mumbly voice was now strong, like when he was talking passionately about his video games

You laughed a bit at his examples, it made the poor boy both gush and nervous

“I like you too, Idia” such a simple answer made Idia feel like he would pass out that very moment

‘What’ Idia thought

“Y-You mean like, like-like right? Romantically and all that?” you nodded and he felt like he was about to ascend to the afterlife.

He suddenly hugged you, burying his face on the crook of your neck, his fiery hair was completely pink now and you felt the comforting heat on your neck and face, your hands rested on his back and you both relished in the moment before pulling away.

– Bonus –

A familiar bat fae dropped down from the ceiling and hung upside down in front of the poor orange-haired first year

“Ace, have you seen (name) anywhere? After the ghosts disappeared it’s almost like they did too during the clean up” Lilia asked, still floating upside down

“Oh Great Seven! Lilia-senpai you almost gave me a heart attack!” he yelled “I think Idia-senpai called them earlier to meet up by the entrance over there” he pointed at the cafeteria’s doors

“Hoho~ So (name) was aweing at him during his heroic entrance and now he called to talk to them, I see” the same smile from earlier was once again plastered on his face.

Lilia quietly opened a small slit on the door to spy at the two students only to find them engulfed in quite the brightly colored hug thanks to Idia’s hair

The fae sighed proudly at the two “young love can be quite adorable” he mumbled before closing the doors.

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I’ve been brainrotting over both Idia and this idea for the past week someone help.

[fueledbyapplepi]

I love your writing it's so good!!! Could I have reader having a crush on the boys and giving them a kiss while they think the boys are asleep and confessing their love to them with mikey, chifuyu and the haitani brothers? Im just so soft for those boys!!!

Sleep Tight | Mikey, Chifuyu, Ran, and Rindou

- Confessing to the boys while they're (not really) asleep

genre: 🌸 fluff 🌸

warnings: minor cussing

A/N: Thank you, anon! I really got into writing this one ( ◜‿◝ )♡ Also, I honestly think I need to come up with better titles because it sounds like a word vomit to me LMAO Anyway, I hope you enjoy this!

Mikey (Sano Manjiro)

Life would be nice if you had someone by your side who felt the same way about you.

You already have Mikey by your side, making every day much easier to get by. But does he feel the same way with you?

You practically grew up together with Mikey. Being neighbors with the man, you often come by to play with them as kids- leading to a blooming friendship. Although more often, it was you watching Mikey train in his grandfather’s dojo, where he never fails to amaze you with his tricks. Sometimes, you’ll have sleepovers together with Emma and Mikey where you’ll watch movies with them. Only for Mikey to be sound asleep halfway through the movie.

Growing up, nothing has changed that much with that routine. The only thing that has changed is your growing feelings for Mikey.

You saw the ups and downs in his life. From the time he established Toman to losing Shinichiro, you were there to witness how he would build a castle from the rocks of his downfalls.

So it was no surprise that you find your heart beating much faster when he’s around.

Childish as he is, you can’t deny the fact that Mikey is charismatic, beautiful, and kind. But, you never had the chance to tell him what you feel. Because what if he never saw you the same way?

You looked at Mikey, who’s currently sitting by your side almost half asleep. His head swings from side to side as he struggles on whether he should watch the movie or not.

“Mikey, you always never get to finish our movie nights. You’re no fun.” Emma pouted at his brother as she turned off the television.

“Mhmm, not sleepy.” Mikey turned to look at you then at Emma before leaning on your shoulder. “Just a little.”

Your heart flutters from close contact. “Maybe he’s tired from one of Toman’s meetings.” You turned to look at Emma with a sorry face

Sighing, Emma stepped out of the room as she looked at you, “I’ll get us a blanket, wait here Y/N.”

Your face felt hot as you realized that you were left alone in the room with Mikey. Well, this isn’t unusual for you two but with the strong feelings you have for him, you just can’t help but blush.

You looked at Mikey, his eyelashes seemed a bit longer, making his eyes more beautiful. His lips, although chapped, pouted with the way he’s comfy with you.

“Mikey, can you stop being so pretty? It makes me want to kiss you,” you whispered, thinking that Mikey’s probably dozing off to dreamland.

Mikey opened out one of his eyes to take a peek at you. All the sleepiness vanishing from his body. Did he just hear you right? “Then kiss me, Y/N.”

“Heh? Mikey, you’re awake?” you felt embarrassment creeping into you. “Mikey...I...look, sorry. I-”

Your blabbering mouth was silenced with a peck on the lips. Mikey kissing all your worries away.

“I like you too, Y/N.” He smiled as he leaned closer to you. Your foreheads touching and nose brush against each other.

You felt like you’re on cloud nine. Is this real? Mikey likes you too?

Before you could say anything, the door opened with Emma looking at the two of you weirdly. “Hehhh, am I interrupting something?”

You and Mikey looked at Emma. An embarrassed look on both of your faces as if you were caught red-handed.

Now, there’s a lot of explaining to do.

Chifuyu Matsuno

No matter how many times you try, you always seem to lose.

But who won’t?

With Chifuyu’s angelic smile and kind eyes, your determination to admit your feelings for him always seems to waver. It’s just that your thoughts always fly out the window and anxiousness gets the best of you.

You’ve known Chifuyu for quite some time now. Baji, who’s your cousin, introduced him to you as Toman’s 1st Division Vice-Captain and most trusted partner. Of course, it was only natural for you to be wary of him. Baji might trust him, but he could be some sort of drug dealer or serial killer. Who knows?

You’re wrong though. The more time you spend with Chifuyu, the more you appreciate his presence. How can you not? He always lends you a helping hand whenever you need it. As cliche as it sounds, Chifuyu is like the knight and shining armor in your life.

And now here he is. Once again saving you from another horrible situation.

Chifuyu offered you a ride when he found you drenched from the rain in Shinagawa. Apparently, the weather wouldn’t be pleasant today but you forgot to read the weather forecast. Currently, he brought you to his home for the meantime as the rain wouldn’t be stopping until tomorrow.

“I’ll just text and let Baji-san know that you’ll be staying here.” Chifuyu handed you a blanket as he laid on his futon.

“Thank you, Chifuyu. But I swear it’s okay for me to sleep there. This is your bed anyway.” You said embarrassed.

Chifuyu yawned. Tiredness dropping from his eyes. “It’s alright, Y/N. I can’t let Baji-san’s pretty cousin sleep on the floor.” He smiled at you with a faint blush on his cheeks.

You laid on the bed silently. Blushing from his compliment. Did he just call you beautiful?

You looked at the ceiling for about a good minute before turning to Chifuyu. “Chifuyu-san, I-”

A soft sleeping figure cut you off. The light from the lamp outside reflected on his beautiful features.

You padded off your feet on the floor and sat right next to Chifuyu. Observing him, you notice that he looks prettier when he’s peaceful like this.

You hesitatingly brushed your fingers on his hair. While massaging it, you can’t help but feel overwhelmed by your emotions. “I like you, Chifuyu-san.” You smiled proudly at yourself as you finally got to admit your feelings even though he’s asleep.

However, you noticed that the sleeping figure in front of you stiffened and reddened from your statement. Eyes wide, you held a hand in your mouth.

“Chifuyu-san, are you awake?” You hoped that he wasn’t.

But apparently, he is. “I guess you caught me.” Chifuyu sat up and scratched his head as he smiled at you sheepishly. “That felt nice though.”

“I’m sorry!” You bowed your head, hair hiding your flustered state.

“I like it!” Chifuyu panicked. “I mean, no. I like it. But, I like you too, Y/N-san.”

You laughed. At the same time, feeling extremely happy from what you just had heard.

“I guess we have some explaining to do with Baji-san.” you teased him

“Mhmm. But,” he held your hand and put it into his hair. “Would you continue that?” Chifuyu smiled.

“Of course.” You smiled at him, continuing your hair massages.

Looks like you won this time.

Ran Haitani

You’re no medical expert. The only knowledge you got was based on textbooks and first aid knowledge.

Yet somehow, Ran would always come knocking on your door whenever he has cuts or injuries. Sometimes, even without one, he would come by at your place and complain that his body is painful.

And it’s one of those nights again as you hear a soft knock on the door.

Moving to Roppongi, you were warned about the Haitani brothers. How you must stay away from them because they’re just no good. However, you somehow managed to come across the elder Haitani while you were shopping at a local store when he asked you what hair dye he should use.

This little interaction moved from one way to the other and now, ever since Ran found out where you live, he always comes by to let you heal his “injuries”.

You’re not complaining though. Despite the rumors and warnings, Ran was much more different from what other people say. He may be cocky and teasing, but the beautiful man sure is nice when it comes to you.

Causing you to develop a little crush on him.

You opened the door as you welcomed Ran. “Now, what do we have for tonight?”

Ran stepped in as he walked towards the couch. Laying as if he lives around here. “I got a bump on my forehead.” He pointed out as he pouted at you.

“You have Rindou! And you call yourself notorious but you come here whining like a baby.” you rolled your eyes as you got in the kitchen getting an ice pack for the man.

“Here.” You handed out the ice pack as you stood up in front of him.

“No.” Ran rolled his eyes. “Kiss it, Y/N.” he pouted once again.

“You’re not a baby, Ran. Tch.” you sighed as you sat across him. “Take a nap here and I’ll cook for you when you wake up.”

“Now, wifey material aren’t we.” Ran teased as he closed his eyes. Holding the ice packet against his forehead.

About a good 10 minutes have passed and you never heard another bicker from Ran. As you look at him, the man seems to be sleeping like a log.

You crouched down near him. Observing his features. You must say, he’s quite beautiful and more attractive when less chaotic.

“You’re such a big baby.” Thinking that he’s asleep, you kissed the small bump on his forehead.

As you got up to prepare his late dinner, a hand clutched yours.

You felt your body freeze for a moment as you turned around and saw a bastard smiling cockily.

“Do it again, Y/N.” Ran grinned at you as he held on tighter on your hand. “I’m a big baby but your baby.”

“Let me go!.” your face was beat red as you tried to yank off your hands. Only failing as Ran grabbed your arms causing you to fall on top of him.

“I like you, Y/N” Ran hugged you tightly while you were a blushing mess on top of him. “So let's just stay like this for a while.”

And you did.

Being with Ran isn’t so bad after all.

Rindou Haitani

If there’s one thing you’re proud of, it’s the skill you have for coloring people’s hair.

You like dyeing your hair, your friend’s hair, your cousins, and to just anyone who asks for your help. So it was no surprise when Rindou asked you to help him in doing his highlights.

Of course you can’t say no. Not because he is a Haitani but because you actually like his presence. When you’re around him, everything seems more calm and peaceful.

Despite being a menace around Roppongi, you and Rindou are actually good friends. You’ve known each other when he saved your ass around a group of guys who tried to harass you. And although he was stoic to you at first, he was able to ease up to you because of your caring nature.

After all, you recognized him as Rindou Haitani and not “Ran’s younger brother”. And he appreciated you for it.

So now here you are in their living room. Currently finished in dyeing Rindou’s hair.

“And there you have it. We just have to wait for an hour or so before washing it.” You tidied all the mess up as Ran sat and observed you. “By the way, why won’t you let me dye Ran’s hair?”

He raised an eyebrow upon your question. “Because he can’t have you.” Your eyes widened from his statement. Rindou, realizing what he just said, covered it up with an excuse. “I mean, I want him to dye his own hair and let it look shit. If he wants someone to dye his hair properly, he can go to the salon.”

You laughed at his statement. Well, he can actually crack up jokes once in a while if he loosens up his strict facade. “Oh Rindou, we also need to buy an extra conditioner.”

You looked up and saw the man with closed eyes. Deciding that you don’t want to disturb his sleep, you sat quietly beside him and observed him.

Rindou is already handsome with his glasses. But you realized that he looks much cuter without one.

He just looks good in anything.

You traced the bridge of his nose as you admired his features. “You know what? I actually might have feelings for you.” you muttered softly as you smiled.

“Let’s go out on a date then.” Rindou opened his eyes as he looked at you. Your lips a few inches away from his.

“Rindou!!!” You sat up straight. “I thought you were-”

“Asleep? Well I’m not.” he smiled at you as reached out for your hand. “But I meant it Y/N. I like you, and I want us to go on a date.” Rindou looked at you, hoping for an immediate response.

He does like you. After all, you were the only person who he was able to open up to other than Ran.

“Okay.” You smiled as you brushed your thumb at the top of his hand.

Rindou caressed your cheeks. Leaning in and going for a kiss.

“Ohh. Can I join?” a teasing voice butted in. Causing you two to look at the tall man who’s leaning in the doorframe. “I mean can I join Y/N’s dye party? Just continue that later.”

“Ran, get out!” Rindou shouted as he pointed at the door to his brother.

Well, things quickly escalated with the brothers.

As well as your relationship with Rindou.

[guesswho873]

A squeaky toy and a piano.

Summary : techno and dream have a tickle fight.

Note : THIS IS NOT A SHIP FIC. And in this fic techno and dream are kinda younger than,they are now. like 4 years before. ( and this is a big fic)

Ok you can read now

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So.. Techno was training with a bow and arrow but he wasn't hitting a bullseye.

He was disappointed. But he didn't stop training and keep on going...

He wanted to be good at pvp. Not cuz he want to brag about it. It's just... he wanted to protect the people he cares about and that is his family.

Phillza,wilbur and his litte brother tommy.

Philza was the 1st person techno ever trusted.phillza bought him away from the hell place he called "home".

And bought him to a real home,.. At first techno wasn't sure if he could trust him or not, but then phillza became a father figure to techno.

When he first entered phillza's house a litte boy his age came running to see phill, techno thought that boy would be weirded out seeing him or wont accept him... But that boy gave a handshake and welcomed him warmly into their house, and made him sit down on the couch and introduced himself as wilbur. It was a great 1st impression for techno.

Then after a couple years just like him, phill brought another kid who was actually younger than both him and wilbur. He was blonde and had blue eyes he was nervous to talk to anyone there, but as wilbur did to techno, wilbur welcomed that boy. But still that boy wasn't talking with anybody other than phill. But after some space he finally freely talked with them and introduced himself as tommy.

From then he was living with them and he was VERY grateful to be there. Sure a lot of times they will fight over silly things. And they both will be (especially tommy) annoying but at the end of the day they all will be laughing.

And for all of this he wanted to protect them till the end of the world. So he practiced a lot. he beat phillza, wilbur was not into fighting and didn't fight him

And well...

tommy always wanted to fight techno, but he was too young and have to do a lot of practice.

So he wanted a new opponent.

Suddenly a bush sound from far beside him made him come out of his thoughts. He quickly turned his bow in that direction and shoot it.

Suddenly a hand grabbed it, And someone came from behind the bush. Which surprised techno a litte.

"Hey! Watch it you could have hurt me" the guy said.

"Heh?!" Techno said and hold his arrow and bow to shoot again. But the guy said.

"Woah! Wait don't shoot me I am not gonna do anything' and moved forward. Now Techno can see him clearly and saw he looked as the same age as him. But he was wearing a green hoodie and a smiling face mask that was covering his whole fase.

'Wait? A SMILING face mask ? Why?"Techno thought and it only grew his suspicious.

"What are you doing here?!" Techno said Still pointing his bow.

"I was just wondering off near here but then I heard a noise and I came here and saw you..... I assume practicing.. With that bow and arrow and... I gotta tell you,you suck" that guy said.

"So you were SPYING ON ME!!??" techno said streching the string on the bow with the arrow.

"WOAH!! Wait!! Nonono, i-i mean k-kinda... I am sorry" the guy apologized.

Seeing the guy with no weapons on his hands and looked as same age as him he lowed his bow.and raised his one eyebrow.

"What do you mean 'you suck' so you can do better? Huh?" Techno asked.

"Yeah!" With that he quickly took a bow and arrow from his inventory and shot a bullseye.

"okay that is kinda.... impressive I guess" techno admitted.

The guy looked proud. But Suddenly while these two were talking a zombie came behind the guy and techno saw it.

Techno quickly pulled that guy behind him and took his sword and beat the mob and it died and that guy looked impressed.

"Heh?" Techno asked looking at him.

"You are really good with swords I see?" The guy asked.

"Oh!" Techno looked down at his sword and said " yeah, why aren't you?"

"Nope still working on it" that guy said and sighed.

"And I am working on my bow and arrow" said and stepping forward to again practice but that guy said.

"Hey! we could teach each other if you like it?" That got techno off guard

"Heh!? You serious?" Techno asked.

"Yep 100%" the guy said.

"I don't even know your name or anything?". Techno asked.

"So do I?" The guy said.

Fair point.

"But if you wanna know I am dream and you?" Dream asked.

But techno was silent he didn't know if he could trust him.

And dream know it so he said " ok tell me when your comfortable " techno just didn't say anything. This is getting awkward.

" ok.... Are we making a deal or not?" Dream asked.

"Where?" Techno asked.

"What?" Dream asked.

"I mean where are we practicing and is it everyday or some days only? " techno asked.

"Hmm... this place itself looks good and guess everyday for...... 5 hour or 3 hours your choice" dream said not clear but techno lift his hand for a handshake and for the deal.

Dream smiled and they shook their hands. But today was getting late so they went on their separate direction.

Techno still wasn't sure anout this, but guess he will see..

And it was a good choice cuz they became good friends. For some months it was just practice but then techno started to trust him and they also talked about things beside the practicing things, and they even hang out,

Techno said his name and dream revealed his face and Techno even introduced dream to his family. But Techno didn't know about dream's family.

But he is not sure if he has a family, so he didn't want to ask.

Several more months later.

It was a another day they were practicing... I mean they leaned fully but, as they say "practice makes a better man" so they still do it.

But they don't teach each other anymore it's more like battle. Most of the time it will end up in a draw.

Or sometimes dream or Techno would win but it never ended. They almost everyday fight not a real fight but a friendly match between them.

It was going smoothly untill techno made a move with his sword and try to hit dream but failed and his sword flew and he quickly took his shield and protected him from dream.

"HA! ohhhhh techno it's not gonna last you long.... What are you gonna do~~~" dream was getting cocky.

"I mean it's YOU how I am fighting with so.... I should be fineeee" techno sassed back. But that made dream even more motivated to defeat him.

He went straight to hitting his shield faster to brake it but techno also didn't make it easy, he moved to avoid the attacks,made dream think he was gonna do something but doing the opposite. But after a while...

Techno didn't know what to do, he got away from the attacks... But whenever he went closer to his sword dream always made sure he didn't take it.

Techno shield was almost broken he need to think fast. But on his thoughts he slipped a little and kinda lost his balance ,and that was the chance.

Dream was about to swing again with full force to end this match.even Techno thought it was over when suddenly something pounced on dream making him fall down.

"Wha-" were the last words from a confused dream before he fell down.

Techno was just as confused but saw what pounced on dream it was a wolf (or a dog cuz in minecraft it is a woolf so I called it both woolf and a dog).

Techno smiled as he saw dream was struggling to push the woolf off and it was barking at him.

"Woof! Woof" the dog barked at him.

Dream who was laying down with the dog on his ribs and his hands on the dog trying to push it off.

"What are you! barking at?! I should be the one to be mad that you are on me!!". Dream said. It was a adorable scene.

Tecno giggled at his position.

"Deheram I think you gone insane man, I don't think humans can talk to dogs, I mean maybe Teletubbies can, I don't know haha" techno said walking to dream and standing beside him.

"You think this is funny!!?" Dream asked STILL trying to get the big dog out of him while trying not to hurt the dog.

"Hilarious indeed" techno smiled.

Dream gave him a "you serious?" Glare. And techno giggled even more.

Dream groaned. " whatever can you make the dog get off me?!"

Even though techno was enjoying this moment he helped dream and made the dog stand beside him.

Dream sat straight stretching his spine when techno bought a sword near his neck.

"I won" techno said grinning. Dream groaned seeing his sword was not in his hands.

"Fine!! But that is cheating!!" Dream complained.

"I don't see a problem" techno simply said.

"Oh! YeAh LetTInG yOuR DoG TAcKlE mE Is noT cHeATiNg" dream said in sarcasm.

But techno looked confused and said " it's not my dog I thought it was your's?" And sat beside dream

"What!? I thought it was your dog! If it was mine I would have controlled it!" Dream said.

"I mean you could have not trained your dog idk..." Techno said and dream gave him a another glare, with made techno giggle a little.

The dog jumped on techno's lap. Happy wagging his tail.

"See?!" Dream said. And techno replied with

" I mean I am good with dogs so, that could be it?" Techno said checking if it has a collar but it didn't. And dream saw it and said

"So... This dog doesn't have a owner I think?"

Techno looked at dream and said " hmm let me think! It's like I lived with this dog my whole life.. Yeah dream!! idk.. I just as confused as you are!" With sarcasm.

Which made dream laugh.

Dream looked at the dog at pet it's back and neck.

The dog melted on Techno's lap and turned to it's stomach facing the top.

"Aww!!" Dream said and techno whispered the same thing.

And dream started to rub the woolf's belly and said " "Awww! Aren't you a cute boy?!" And giggled when the dog barked softly.

Techno was smiling at dream and wondering 'how dream went this soft? He was trying to kill him like 3 min ago!!'

"Why are you silent? Huh? Aren't you gonna pet it?"

"Dream asked and smiled. Which made techno snap out of his thoughts.

"Nah I finneee" techno said. Not that he didn't like that dog but he is worried that he would hurt it. Dream fake gasped.

'Look he doesn't want to pet you how could he!?"dream "complained" to the dog,which made techno roll his eyes.

But Suddenly that dog jumped on techno's shoulder and started to nuzzle his face on techno's face to show it's love.

"Awwwww! See how can you not pet i-" before dream could finish his sentence Techno suddenly squeaked.

You see.. The dog nuzzled on techno's face at first but then it moved to his neck and ears too.

Techno was bright pink from the embarrassment and closed his mouth but went back to giggling cuz the dog started to nuzzle even faster cuz it thought he was happy cuz of the laughter.

Techno was trying to push off the dog but again the dog's grip was tight, it didn't hurt but still.

Seeing his first dream was kinda shocked but then he smiled even smirked.

"Ohh! My~~ look at this adorable scene ~~" dream teased.

"Ack!! Cahahahahan yohohhou shuhahat uhahahp ahahahand hehehelp meheHe?" Techno said giggling.

"OH! NOW you want MY help?! But when I was like this you was just laughing huh?!" Dream said grinning but techno could only hear it cuz he was wearing the mask.

"Cohohohohm ohohohon I hehehelped you ah-" techno said, which kinda was true.

"Hmmm you know what? you are right you DID help me so I guess I will give you a hand~~" dream said but techno didn't believe it for even a second. And he was right.

Dream poked techno's side. Which made him squeak.

"Aw" dream said. "Nohohoh Wahahahahit hahahah drehehemeam" Techno said.

"I mean I can...... But I won't!" Dream said and slightly started to scratch his side.

AH- "hahahahahahha nohoHoHoOhO" techno backed up and moved and finally the dog got off cuz of all the movements.

This was the opportunity, techno tackled dream and got on top of him.

It got dream off guard so he couldn't do anything.

"Ohoh! Dream you messed with a wrong person ~~" techno teased.

He wiggled his finger above dream's ribs.

"Tehehechheno whahahait lehehet's tahahalk abohout thihis". Dream was already squeaking and giggling and techno didn't even start.

"Oh! Look at this piano, soooooo many notes to play~~ and it will even give different cute noise whenever I press the keyssssssss---". Techno teased finally starting with squeezing top to the lower ribs. Dream even laughed harder.

"AH- haha WA- nohohoho EEK- tehehchno!" Dream said squeaking.

"See told you different,different noises~~~" techno said smirking.

"SAh- hahahaht uhahap" dream said trying to wiggle out of techno's grip.

"Oh! Bold words from a worm! if I being honest" techno grined and continued:

"But it's still requires punishment " with the techno went for dream's hips

"Nonono! waHAHAHHAHAHAHAHH NOHOHO THEHEHEHECHNOHOHO NOHOHOT THEHEHEHEHRE" Dream laughed so hard. He tossed, wiggled, and kicked but nothing worked.

Techno smiled at this. But what he wasn't expecting it dream launched his hand on teach's sides and that made techno quietly squeaked and push his hands down. Which was a golden opportunity for dream.

He quickly tackled techno like his life depends on it, techno landed on his cape and dream launched his arms on Techno's sides which made him giggle.

"Heh?! Hehehehahahahha dehehehehahahm whaha- heh?!" Techno was still confused on what just happened but he couldn't focus on that when his sides are being attacked.

"What do you mean "heh!?" Oh! You wanna know what happened... Don't worry I will tell you" with that stopped wiggling his fingers fast and slowly tracing a circle and other shapes on techno's sides to still make him giggle but not laugh.

"You see the big you know! bad technoblade thought he could take me down with a few tickles-" before dream could finish his sentence techno said.

"Ohoh! I dohon't knhohw whoho thihis 'tehechnohonoblahade' is, buhuhut he gohot you gohod cuhuz you whehere lahaughing lihike a bahaby" techno smirked seeing dream's ear got a little pink.

Dream swallowed his giggles and said.

"Oh yeah? Says you!! I barely doing anything and YOU'RE laughing" dream said that quickly and grinned and continued in a teasing tone "then I can only imagine how you would laugh if I wiggle my nails on you stomach or ruthlessly scratch your armpits, or count your ribs by squeezing each of them or even blow a rasp-" and techno interrupted.

"deHehEam stOHOp!!" His face was bright pink and he covered his face with his hands.

"Nah! No you can't do that!" Dream said and removed his hands and pinned them behind Techno's head.and then-

Dream just for the kill he wiggled his fingers on techno's ribs. Techno burst out giggling.

"DEhEhahaAham haHAAHhaha stOhoHOp ithIhiHihIHT riGiHiT now!" Techno said but dream just ignored him and said.

"As I promised earlier, let's count shall we?" Dream giggled at seeing Techno's eyes widened a little.

"One"

"Twoooo"

"Threeeee"

"NO! Dream don- aH- ohohoh cHOme onhohn eKk-" Techno said squeaking and giggling whenever dream squeezed his ribs one by one.

"Hmmm?! If I AM a piano then what is this a squeaky toy? Aww a Pig squeaky toy!!". Dream said in teasing and a baby voice. Techno's face was full pink now.

"Aww you look like a real pig right now~~" dream said.

"Buhohoht yOHOHou alwHAHAHYs loHOHOHK LihiHiHihik a teheletahaby hHAhahahHahAH" techno said.

"Oh that is it!!" With that dream blowed a raspberry on his ribs.

"AHHAHAHAHAHA DREhehehaAHAM stHOhohOhp thHIhiS"

Dream Suddenly stopped and said " ok I WILL stop! But in one condition~~~" dream came closer and smirked and said " just admit that you cheated and I won"

"Heh?! Why?" Techno asked.

"Cuz you wanna stop this... right?" Dream said keeping his fingers wiggling dangerously close to techno's armpits.

Seeing this techno started to giggle cuz it was a bad spot but he IS techno so he said

"technoblade never dies" famous last words. Dream just said " your loss" and started ruthlessly scratching on techno's armpits.

"HAHAHAHAHAHHA DEHEHAHAHAM WAHAHAHIT" techno said but dream just shook his head and said " no techno, you wanted this"

This whole time the woolf was just sitting there did not know what is happening. Dream saw this and called him

"hey doggo see he is STILL not loving you!! You know what to do"

The woolf barked and went close to techno's sides and nuzzled it's head. And techno was in hysterical.

"HAHAHAHAHHAHAH NOHOHOHOHOH DOHOHHOHOOHN'T *snort* LEHEHHEEHSEN TOHHO HIHIM HAHAAH" Techno couldn't focus on anything.

"Aww! i told you, you are a wittle pig" dream said in a baby voice.

But idk what came to the dog's mind but it again pounced on dream.

"Ack-" dream fell back in a thud the woolf was wagging his tail, standing on dream's ribs and licking dream's mask.

Techno took a few seconds to breath. And went closer to dream and just like the last time and he was ready to tickle him.

"Ohh! how unfortunate~~" techno said. Oh no that is not a good sign for dream.

He got closer to dream and again like the last time ready to attack.

" cohohome on technhohoho yohoho stahahated ihihiht I whahas juhhahast was geheheting my rehehevenge " dream said.

" heh!? What do I hear? Oh yeah a bunch of EXCUSES!~ and besides YOU started it." Techno said and started to tickle dream's stomach. Oof it was a bad spot.

Ptttt- HAHHAHAHAHAHA TECHAHHAHANOHOHOH I WHAHHAS JUAHAHHAST *wheeze* PLAHAHAHAHYING WIHIHIHIHT YOU *wheeze*. Dream laughed he kicked his legs but it didn't work.

"oh! wait dream I think the tea is ready! cuz it's sounds like it!?" Techno teased and started to scribe above dream's belly button. And dream was in loud hysterical.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAH TEHEHEHEVHNOHOHOH I*wheeze* CAHAHAHAHNT PLEHEHEHEHSE"dream begged but techno saw his face, uh-um oh he can't cuz of the mask so he removed it .

And there! it was a emerald green eyes, red face and a big smile.and Techno ordered the woolf:

"Hey! I think that place is cosy for you, you should just sit there". The woolf which was standing on dream's ribs barked happily and started kneading and turned in circles.

This with the belly tickle was soo tingly to dream.

"HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAH TECHHAHAHAHNHOHOHO PLEHEHEHEHEHEHSE AHAHHAHAHA" dream again pleaded but techno just replied.

"So give up?~~". Dream wanted to, but his ego did not let him so he shook his head. To which techno sighed and said.

"Poor thing" and lifted his shirt and blowed a raspberry on his belly button. And dream almost screamed.

"HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA THAHAHAHTS TOHOHOHOH MUHAHAHAHHACH HAHAHAHAHAHA" dream kicked his legs faster.

but techno ignored him cuz he know dream could take more and blowed some few small raspberry around dream's belly.

"HAHAHAHAHAHHA OKHEHEHEHEAHAH I GIHIHIHIHIIVE UHAHHAAHHAP AHHAHAHAH"

Dream finally gave up and techno stopped and the woolf too backed off. Techno smiled at dream curling up but said.

"HA! 'L'" and was about to leave when dream pulled him into a back hug and made him fall down and put techno's cape over techno's head and pinned his legs.

(Idk how to explain it but I will do my best: so now techno's head laying on dream's chest like they are sitting and dream pinned him from behind and put his leg over techno's leg so he can't kick or move and techno's hands are trying get the cape off but it was really thick, I mean he can if dream isn't distracting)

"Heh?! Wha- is this noncence you CHEATER" techno said but dream just smirked and said:

"As you said earlier 'I don't see a problem' hehe" dream said in a teasing tone.

And started to scribe ruthlessly on techno's armpits again and techno's muffled laugher can be heard.

"AHHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHT AHAHAHGHAHAIN COHOHOM *snort* OHOHON HAHAHA" Techno said.

"Yeah that is why you shouldn't mess with me! But it's already too late" dream said giggling.

"TAHAHAHAHAHTH'S NOHOHOHHAHAHAHAT *snort* FAHAHAHAHAIR HAHAHAHAHAHA" techno tried to protested but I didn't work. Since dream is attacking his armpits he can't even get his cape off.

Suddenly Dream accidently tickled the back of the armpits and kinda also tickled his back. And techno squeaked so loud just like a pig. (and don't search how a pig squeak or sounds like, it's actually kinda scary just saying)

Dream almost stopped and said " wow thahat was amahahzihing! I didn't know you could do that" in a teasing tone.and techno wanted the floor to just swallow him.

"Ohh~ techno is your back ticklish?? Hmm?~~" dream asked.

"I cahan sahahy yehehs ohohr nohoho but yohohu gohohohna dohoh ihiht anhanywhahay sohoh WHhahaY dohoho you ahahask?" Techno Said in sarcasm.

"Obviously! But just checking" dream said pulling up his shirt to reveal techno's back. And it was full of many scars and bruises...

'Wow techno didn't got this scars these couple months and his family could never do this, then DID he got them when he was little but he didn't want to ask right now'. Dream was thinking of this and techno said.

"DREhehehaAHAM?? Hello? can yohohu lehEhevehEhE meheHe alohohne and then day dheheam?" techno said still trying to get out but he was tired so he couldn't.

This made dream come back to earth. "Nope just one more spot to go" dream said.

"Cohome on yohohu dohohon't have tohoh dohoho this" techno said and dream replied.

"Ok then give up" simply but again like dream techno just shook his head.

"that was expected, R.I.P" and he tickled in the middle of the spine and techno flinched so hard and bust out laughing.

"HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAH DEHEHEHEHEHAM *snort* HAHAHAHAHAHAH" techno said.

"That's me! I know it's a 'cool' name but you don't have to say it this often haha"dream said but techno couldn't even focus on that only on the tickles.

"AHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAH I CAHAHAHAHN'T *snort* HAHAHAHAHAH *hic* HAHAHAHAHAHHA" techno was in hysterical.

"Oh! I see hiccups also joined the party! Welcome... Welcome " dream can see he was getting tired so he was gonna do one more thing...

He breath in to blow the raspberry, but what he didn't know is that the woolf went inside the cape and near techno's belly, techno some how didn't notice and the woolf started to nibble a litte. And the raspberry was blown and. And you know what happened

"PTTT- HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA THEHEHEHE DOHOHOOHOHG HAHAHAHHAAHHAHA I GIHIHIHV UHAHAHP AHAHHAH"

Just as he said that dream left him and then only realised that the dog was also nibbling him. He quickly picked up the dog. And checked if techno's ok.

"You good?" Dream asked him offering him a hand to make him stand, Techno stood up, smiled and said " technoblade never dies". Dream rolled his eyes and said:

"Oh~ trust me if that lasted a bit longer you would be dead 'squeaky toy' " dream said grinning.

"In your dreams 'piano' techno said 'but guess he is kinda right' techno thought but didn't say it.

That when dream remembered.

"But anyway I won todays match" dream said with a grin.

"ONLY today"

"Wha- I won-" dream was about to argue but they were both tried and it was getting late so he decided not to.

Then the both remembered something."where is the dog!!" But they both saw it was running away with some other dogs so they relaxed.

I was almost night time so techno went to his home and dream went somewhere.

Seeing techno went straight to bed and not sitting and looking stressed phill smiled.

"Goodnight son...." Phillza said

END

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I am sooo sorry I was gone for a week, I was soo busy. but don't worry I have another two fics started to I might post soon... I think idk

But anyway I hope you like this fic

[missdawnandherdusk]

Slytherin!Muggleborn X Draco Extensive Dating Headcanons

requested by the ever lovely @mimsyisgianna​

A/n: Hi, this is super long and I’m in love with it.

oh this is going to be fun

As a muggle born you have absolutely no idea what’s going on 

But you guess magic is cool? And your parents said that you don’t have to stay at Hogwarts if you’d rather a muggle school and forget all of the magic stuff

Which quells your anxiety a bit

Then there’s this asshole

Draco Lucius Malfoy: arrogant asshole extraordinaire, even as an eleven year old

You’re over his entire personality in about 0.2 seconds and you haven’t even talked to him yet

So maybe this magic thing wasn’t for you, because good god these purebloods are awful

Then you’re in the same House as Draco and you really just want to go home, but you decide you can try it for a semester and you shouldn’t let some prissy rich boy ruin your fun

Because, well magic is a lot of fun--and you’re pretty good at it

There are a few other half-bloods and muggle born in Slytherin, not many, but enough that you don’t feel alone

And maybe you become best friends with a muggle born hufflepuff who lives up the road from you back home

Draco, on the other hand, has made it his personal mission to make sure that you know you don’t belong at Hogwarts and you definitely don’t belong in Slytherin

he tells you as much. in so many words. in front of the entire great hall

You’re not hurt, you’re livid

“You know what you’re right!” You snap back, “I’d rather be anywhere but here with your vain racist arrogant ass!”  

The entire Hall goes quiet and Snape breaks the two of you up

Now you both have detention together on Saturday 

Draco yells something about his father hearing about this and you roll your eyes and go back to your dorm, dinner forgotten

Detention with Snape could be worse. All you’re doing it organizing potions ingredients onto the shelves 

“That doesn’t go there,” You point to the misplaced vial of newt. “Yes it does,” Draco snaps, “Don’t tell me what to do little mudblood,” 

“Don’t call me mudblood, asshole. Newt goes over there,” You point to a different shelf. “With the rest of the reptile related ingredients,” 

You and Draco stare each other down, both convinced you’re right. You scoff and go back to your own ingredients letting him be wrong. It didn’t matter to you. 

Draco would never admit that you were right. But you were. 

You smirk at him when Snape points out the mistake

Since you’re Slytherin, it’s unavoidable that sometimes Draco is your partner in class

You mostly ignore him and try to focus on the professor, but sometimes he gets under your skin and you just want to deck him in his perfect face

“That’s not how...” “Good lord Draco how are you still alive...” Draco that’s not what the professor said...” “What in the world are you doing?” “I don’t think that’s how...” “He said 1354CE not 1435CE,” 

“I don’t need a mudblood telling me what to do,” He always snaps. 

“What about a Slytherin?” You fire back. He never has an answer to that. 

It’s the end of first year and late one night after exams and you’re alone in the Common Room, staring at the murky lake water outside the stained glass, well almost alone. 

You’re so lost in thought that you don’t hear him the first time he speaks to you

“Oi, Y/n,” He calls. It was the first time he ever used your name. It caught your attention. 

“I’m not really in the mood,” You hug your knees barely glancing at him. “I’m sure Hermione is somewhere in a library if you want a mudblood to taunt.” 

“I’m here as a Slytherin actually,” He leans against the wall adjacent to the window seat. “How were exams?” 

You shrug. “Fine. I guess.” Sighing you rest your head against the wall, closing your eyes. “Mom thinks I should go back home... go to a normal--muggle,” You mend, “school, and give up all this magic stuff,” 

“What?” He demands. “Why would you do something so... so stupid?” 

This time you do look at him, confused. Sure, he had called you a lot of things and mocked you more times than you could count but they had always been about your blood status, never about you inkling to leave this magical world. 

“It’s not stupid!” You argue back. “How--all year you’ve given me hell for not belonging and now that I might actually want to go, you’re telling me no!?” 

You don’t let him say a word, instead you rush down the hall and to your room, slamming the door shut and locking the door, confusing your roommate, but she sees the tears in your eyes and decides not to question it. 

Draco sort of hates himself for making you cry, but he can’t quite figure out why. He can’t figure out why the thought of you leaving for good bothered him so much. His friends couldn’t figure out why he cared so much. And neither could he. 

You’re not at the End Of Year feast, nor on the train back to King’s Cross, and Draco gets really worried that you have left for good. 

The more he thinks about it over the summer, the more he thinks that you weren’t so bad for a mudblood. And maybe sometimes you were actually brilliant. And maybe you’re the only one who can see right through him and yet you still help him when you can even though he’s stubborn about it. And maybe you did belong in the Wizarding world with him.

But he had to go and screw all of that up. 

He does a double take when he sees you September 1st with a few other Slytherins on the Hogwarts Express. 

“You came back,” He blurts out. “You can’t get rid of me that easy Malfoy,” You grin at him. 

You still snap at each other but now it’s more of an inside joke rather than malicious. It’s a game that you both like playing. 

“Happy now Y/l/n,” Draco grumbles after you correct him in front of the entire class. “Ever so more, now that you’re put off Malfoy,” You laugh. 

Boy does Draco freak out when he hears that mudb-muggle borns are the target when the chamber of secrets is opened

Now he’s constantly worried about you and still doesn’t know why. He chalks it up to “you’re a slytherin and slytherins take care of their own,” 

Not that he cares about any other slytherin muggle born, just you

Not that he admits that to himself either

So maybe he stalks you a bit in second year. You notice but shrug it off. Draco’s weird, that wasn’t new info to you. 

This year you go to Quidditch games, one because Draco mentioned he was the new Seeker, and two... well, why not? 

You go to one, then swear them off. Good lord they’re dangerous and give you unnecessary anxiety. Especially the amount of times people get hurt. Magic or not, you didn’t want to watch that. 

After the first match that Draco sees you there, he always looks for you in the crowd again, but never sees you. It throws off his focus more than he cared to admit

he liked showing off to you okay?

He finds you in the common room after one victory, enjoying the party with your friends. You wave at him and after a while congratulate him on catching the snitch. It’s blushing and awkward but then Pansy comes and draws Draco’s attention and you can barely get out goodbye

The fact that you’re a muggleborn hardly bothers him anymore. You’re just... you. 

After one particularly aggravating quidditch match you find him afterwards, sulking in the library. 

“Draco?” You ask, confusion in your voice. 

“Go away,” He grumbles, more or less hiding behind his book. 

“I heard about what happened today...” 

“And you’ve come to mock me, brilliant,” 

“No,” you offer a smile. “Though the thought is appealing... I was wondering if you were okay,” 

“I’m fine,” He snaps, taken aback that you came to check on him. No one did that. Ever. 

The summer still gives him anxiety because there’s always the possibility that you won’t come back to Hogwarts the next year. And Draco can’t have that

But his fears are put to rest when your in his train compartment that next year (you have the same friends after all--and Slytherins stick together)

You notice that Draco’s wearing his hair a bit different this year and maybe he’s a bit taller...

and you have no idea what feeling is in your chest because of it. was it nervousness? No... was different... but what was it?

You shrug mentally and the game is on again with Draco. 

“I was going to insult you but it seems like you’re doing just fine on your own,” You grin and Draco is livid. And it makes you laugh. He’s just so cute when he’s mad.

“I can see that you’re failing at attempting to mock me Y/l/n,” Draco smirks. “Oh you’re completely right,” You smile innocently, and Draco’s eyes widen because did you just say he was right?. “I’m not attempting, I’m succeeding at mocking you.” You giggle and make a face at him before heading down the hall with your friends. 

and maybe Draco’s heart skips a beat

Animosity between the Gryffindors and Slytherin is real and even though you’re a muggle born the self righteous golden children don’t seem to care

Hi Dracos protective of you

“You don’t have to defend me. I’m just fine on my own,” you huff one day after class. “Slytherin take care of their own,” Draco shrugs and walks off.

Did Draco just call you a Slytherin genuinely? Did he just call you one of his own?? What the f—

Okay but Buckbeak terrifies you?? Like sure horses you could do but this??

Draco laughs at your apprehension before he realizes what you really are terrified and ducking behind him and the other Slytherin.

Hagrid picks you to come forward and greet Buckbeak and you can’t seem to get out the words “no thank you”

Draco, being over dramatic and now protective goes forward instead (you know the scene) and despite your fear of Buckbeak you’re scolding Draco that he’s going to get hurt if he doesn’t do it properly

Then he does get hurt

“It’s killed me!” He cries and you have to laugh, crouching down beside him.

“You’re fine drama queen,” you help him up and take him to Pomfrey. “Thanks,” you whisper as his arm is getting wrapped.

“Sure, I save you from a bloody chicken and all I get is a thanks?” He grumbles.

You rest your hand on his and your eyes meet.

“Thank you,” you say softly and boy does Draco melt on the spot

He still scoffs and plays it off. “Whatever,”

The same thing happens again with the boggarts but this time the roles are switched. Draco is terrified to go up but you’re pretty brave and reckless for a Slytherin

But holy heck does this backfire

Because your Boggart is Draco...

“You don’t belong here and you never will! You filthy little mudblood! Just go home and don’t come back! No one wants you here!”

You can’t manage the spell—because honestly you didn’t expect it to be that—and Lupin has to rescue you and you rush out of the room, tears in your eyes and everyone is just staring at Draco.

As you can imagine, things get pretty bad. Draco avoids and ignores you to the best of his ability because he had no idea how scared you were of him... sure maybe a little bit... but to be your greatest fear? It didn’t sit well with him. 

And you figure out pretty quick why that was your boggart but you don’t know if you can admit it to anyone. 

Until Lupin pulls you aside after class one day to ask if you’re okay and if Malfoy is giving you any trouble about being a muggleborn. 

“I can give him detention,” Lupin offers. “Maybe it’ll straighten him out.” 

“Stars, no!” You gasp. “Professor, please, Draco’s never...” You can’t exactly say he’s never said that, because he did, in first year. “It’s not for the reason you think, but Draco really... it’s not...” You don’t know how to explain without telling Lupin the entire thing. 

“Alright,” Lupin appeases. “But if you have any trouble with anyone, you come to me you understand?” 

You nod and leave, accidentally running into Draco in the hall. He barely looks at you before rushing off again. 

“Draco, wait!” You call. “Please,” 

Apprehensively he pauses and turns to face you. He waits for there to be fear in your eyes, but all he can see is desperation and sadness. 

“I thought you were afraid of me,” He meant it as a snarky reply, but it comes out broken. 

“No,” You shake your head. Biting your lip you decide to tell him why he’s your boggart. “You’re... you’re the only one I... I trust enough to believe... if you told me I didn’t belong... It only scares me if it comes from you,” 

“What the bloody hell am I supposed to do with that!?” He demands. 

You shrug, sighing thinking about the same. “I don’t know... I’m sorry Draco,” You turn and walk down the hall. 

It’s gone from bad to worse because not the awkward tension between you two is tangible and about every Slytherin is over it. So are most of the other students but they don’t have to live with you two. 

Draco barely sleeps at night. He’s just thinking about how he actually said that to you in first year and how you still held onto his words. He never meant for them to hurt you that badly. At least now he didn’t mean it. 

Then there was the matter of what you had explained to him. That he was the only one who could hurt you with those words. Because you trust him? Why the hell would you trust him? Why was it him of all people? 

Maybe his thoughts shifted to the panic in your eyes the day with Buckbeak, or the smile when you helped him off the ground, or the gentle kindness in your eyes when you thanked him in the infirmary. 

Or maybe it was the determination in your eyes when you volunteered yourself to face the boggart so he didn’t have to. 

Or maybe it was every taunt and tease that had you both smiling and laughing at the ridiculousness of it all. Every name calling, every insult. 

Maybe it was the day he saw you at King’s Cross, telling him that he couldn’t get rid of you that easily and grinning at him like it was some sort of inside joke. 

Or maybe it was the soft apology you gave him for the mess you were in.

You didn’t really talk for the rest of the year, but the tension seemed to ease after Draco’s epiphany that night. You smile at him and he waves to you in the halls... it’s nice. It’s friends. 

Draco still thinks that this is finally the year that you don’t come back to Hogwarts and it really does crush him over the summer not being able to ask you or contact you at all. The disconnect between wizard and muggle was very irritating because he just wanted to talk to you. 

His fears are again quelled when you’re on the Hogwarts Express. He sits with you this year. 

Fourth year means the Durmstrang students are being hosted by the Slytherins and more than one has their eye on you and you just feel creeped out

Hi, Draco is jealous

Now he was your partner in every class, and constantly beside you in the halls, glaring down whichever guy dares to come near you. 

Not that you notice. Again, Draco was weird. It wasn’t news to you. Besides he’s cute when he’s grumpy

Until one day you’re irritable and Draco just happens to be the person closest to you when you’re pushed over the limit. 

“I don’t need you to protect me okay! I can handle guys just fine on my own thank you! God what is with you Draco!?” You scream at him during study hall and storm off. Against his better judgement, he gets up and follows you. 

He finds you in the library leaning against a bookshelf in the back, your eyes closed. 

“Go away Malfoy,” You sigh. 

“How did you know it was me?” 

“Because I know you,” You look over at him. “I’m sorry I yelled at you,” 

“I’m sorry if I made you feel...” He looks down. “I... You’re...” He turns a slight shade of pink and trails off. 

“It’s alright,” You offer a smile. “It’s actually kinda sweet,” 

Now you’re both blushing. 

You go to the first task together with the rest of the slytherins and Draco can barely watch the task because he’s watching your face light up at the sight of dragons, because your little muggle self has never seen a dragon before and it’s amusing and cute

Then Draco asks you to the Yule Ball for before any of the imbeciles from Durmstrang can in front of the entire Great Hall.

“Malfoy’s got himself a muggleborn girlfriend!” It’s some Gryffindor mocking you

You turn bright red and run off, finding yourself in the Forbidden Forest hiding behind a tree. You’re crying because you’re embarrassed and you’re mad that you’ve even crying, which makes you cry more.

You hear his voice calling your name and you pray to whatever god existed that Draco wouldn’t find you or see you cry. 

He does find you. 

“Go away Draco,” You beg, hiding your face in your hands. 

“Now where have I heard that before?” He teases softly. A silence falls again. 

“You never answered me,” His voice is soft and gentle. “Do you want to go to the Ball with me?” 

You dare to look at him, confused as hell. He sitting beside you, staring at the grass and tree roots beneath you. 

“Do you really mean that? Don’t give me that look. I know you don’t exactly hate my existence, and things are different... but asking me to the ball? I...” Shaking your head you rub your face. 

“I can’t blame you for questioning my motives, though a part of me thought... maybe hoped you wouldn’t, but I really do mean it. I know I was an ass to you in the beginning, and sometimes I still am, and I’m sorry for that. I really am trying.” He nervous and rambling and you know it. “But I really do want to take you to the ball, because you’re kind, and sweet, and a brilliant slytherin and an amazing witch-” 

He’s cut off because you pulled his tie and pressed your lips to his. 

of course it’s awkward and weird because you’re kissing him and... he’s kissing you back? 

You pull away, thoroughly confused, and you start to apologize, but he’s not having that, so with a bit more elegance, he pulls you in for another kiss. 

This one is softer and slower and it gives you both time to figure out what kissing is now that it’s a thing you’re actually doing. 

“Will you please go to the Ball with me?” He asks again, when the perfect kiss is ended. You nod and smiling giving him a “yes,” 

“And maybe go out with me?” 

You grin. “Whatever you want Malfoy,” 

maybe he kisses you again

You to eventually head back inside, hand in hand and all of the Slytherins sigh in relief because finally

You’re a nervous wreck because all you can hear is “Malfoy’s got himself a muggleborn girlfriend,” on repeat and you can’t help but feel wrong

“You’re thinking about it again,” Draco raises an eyebrow at you. 

“And you’re not?” You challenge. “It feels... wrong. How could a pureblood, a Malfoy no less, choose a muggleborn, a mudblood,” 

“Don’t you ever,” Draco gets dangerous with cold fury. “Don’t you ever call yourself that. You hear me?” He’s towering over you, his grey eyes trained on yours. “You are a Slytherin,” He cups your face, his demeanor softening, “You are a brilliant witch. Pureblood or not, you’re mine. You hear me?” 

You nod, and he wraps you into a hug, sighing. “I’m so sorry,” He whispers. 

Your dress for the Ball is a bit more muggle than wizard, and you’re nervous about what the others in your house will say, but all of the worry goes away when Draco stares at you, turning pink and stumbling over his words

Not that you’re faring much better, because good lord is he gorgeous

It’s awkward and weird to be officially dating, but soon you fall back into your familiar game but now it’s harmless banter and lowkey flirting

Because Draco is protective and jealous of the Durmstrang blokes gaping at you maybe he’s okay with holding you closer than strictly necessary, or kissing you in a way that not completely polite in the company of others. 

You roll your eyes at his antics, but allow it because you don’t like the way a few girls are staring at Draco. 

Boy is Draco a goner when you get jealous and just as protective. He’s a stammering blushing mess if he can even make a word out at all

At the moment, Draco’s parents don’t know about you--partly for your safety partly because neither you nor Draco are ready for that battle

Draco and you spend free nights acclimating each other with wizard or muggle culture. Some nights are fun and carefree, some not so much... 

Draco gives you a very strict rundown of the looming war and the threat of the Dark Lord and how very serious it is and how easily you can (and will) be killed for simply existing under Voldemort’s regime

Maybe once Draco agreed with his father that muggles shouldn’t exist and muggle born wizards were preposterous, but now? How could he look at you, your family, who welcomed him with open arms, and say that? How could anyone believe that? 

He says “I love you” first. It’s an accident but you’re studying kne night and your eyes light up—like they always do when you learn something magic related—and it just slips out.

You gawk at him for a bit. Draco turns bright red and stares down at the books in front of you trying to play it off.

“I... I love you too,” you finally get out.

His eyes flash back to yours and your homework is forgotten and you’re in your own little bubble of a world in the epiphany that you love each other

“Of course I love you Draco,” there are tears in your eyes as he pulls you into his arms and now you’re both crying and kissing and mumbling “I love you”s

This summer, now that Voldemort is back, Draco goes about insane thinking about you, sending you owls almost daily to make sure that you were alright as well as hiding you from his parents

Except his mother finds out. Well, more like she knows her son and can see that he’s changed and casually asks “who is she?”

It’s a quiet conversation held behind closed doors and silencing charms. Draco explains who you are to him, and what you mean to him and now Narcissa is on your side, to be your protector from his father and the Dark Lord 

I can throw Snape in there too right? Cuz he’s your head house as well as being close to the Malfoy’s and sees how much you mean to Draco. Yeah, sure, why not?

It’s harder for you as a Slytherin because no one outside of your house sees what kind of danger you’re truly in because they don’t want to take the time.

But you’re still fericely protective of the younger Slytherins who still get berated despite being eleven with no choice of a house

You and Draco as prefects?? Hello?? The CUTEST thing because you’re now the honorary parents of Slytherin younger years. And Draco seeing you take care of the first years does something weird and paternal to him. It’s the same for you.

Which means you might go toe to toe with Harry a few times because once after a quitting match when you’re waiting for Draco he says “how can you be with someone like him? You’re a muggle born. He’s a Malfoy, you don’t exactly belong,”

Cue you hexing Harry for saying that. Then Draco coming between you two. You explaining what Harry said and then Draco turns on Harry and then it becomes a muggle brawl and you have to drag Draco away from it before you get in trouble. By the end Harry has clearly got the message that yes you do belong, and no it’s never up for debate again

You both have detention again. But that’s fine, it’s just uninterrupted time you can spend with Draco and get some homework done

You are 100% over Umbridge and her rules. Especially when she gets between you and Draco with her eight inch rule but then again you’re slytherin and she seems to favor your house so she’s not as strict, especially with Draco as her golden boy

You don’t join the Inquisitional Squad, but you still look after your own house as a unofficial prefect as Draco works as part of the squad.

With the news of Draco’s father in jail, you comfort him that night, not leaving his side. He feels so conflicted because on the one hand it’s his father but on the other hand you’re safer with him locked away

Draco loathes that you leave him in the summer to go back home but he agrees it’s safer for you to be back in the muggle world. Until Voldemort starts to attack your muggle world and dementors hover over your town.

Draco writes to you, begging you to come and stay with him where it���s safer and you can use magic to defend yourself but you refuse because you won’t abandon your family

Draco takes the Dark Mark to keep you safe and to keep his facade up.

But he doesn’t tell you. Not for a long while. You know something is up because Draco looks like the embodiment of death but he won’t tell you why.

“Draco,” you confront him one night as you sit and watch the stars. “Please?” You don’t even have to ask the explicit question. There are tears in your eyes as you plead with him silently.

“I can’t,” he whispers hugging his knees, not daring to meet your eyes.

“Draco it’s me,” you lay a hand on his shoulder. “It’s just me. Whatever it is... I’ll always love you,”

“How can you... how can you love me when I became the one thing who’s truly meant to hate you?”

Your eyebrows furrow as you cup his face softly, his eyes meeting yours. “Do you love me?” Then mend. “Forget what you are... or what I am... or what should be. Look me in the eyes and tell me you love me,”

“I... I love you,” he gasps out, pulling you close. “Merlin of course I love you,” he’s sobbing into your arms and you hold him, letting him cry in peace and comfort.

You two sit in the quiet for a while, both lost in aimless thought.

“I’m sorry,” he finally says pulling away from you. “I’m so sorry,” he tugs up his shirt sleeve and you see the Dark Mark etched into his skin

“Draco,” your eyebrows furrow, your hand running over the mark. “Are you okay?”

“Why is that your first thought?” He laughs hopelessly, cupping your face delicately. “You never cease to amaze me,”

“Now what?” You ask softly after some time in silence. “What does it mean?”

“I don’t think anyone knows,” he admits. “It all became so complicated,”

You chuckle. “Oh the days when our biggest problem was my blood status,” you rest your head on his shoulder, tucked into his arms.

“I mean that’s still a relevant problem,” Draco points out, pulling you in tighter. “I don’t want to lose you. Not because of some stupid notion that pure bloods are better than muggle born,”

You smile at that and close your eyes, relaxing in his arms. “Did it hurt?” You asked after a while. “Like you wouldn’t believe,” there’s still pain in his voice.

You’ve become more protective of Draco now and he of you. It might go back to the core that Slytherins look out for their own, or maybe it was because your to loved another. All of the Slytherins seem to stick together lately.

In an attempt to protect Draco, Harry’s sectumsempra hits you instead

And stars above Draco would have killed Harry if he wasn’t so focused on keeping you alive until Snape arrived

Draco has the dark mark and you had dark magic scars all over your skin. That was a hard one to explain to your parents

If anything your scars make you more confident and self assured because they show the true nature of the precious “chosen one” and you’re not keen on letting Harry forget it from tank tops to shorts and skirts, you boldly show off your scars

Of course Draco takes his sweet and gentle time praising and adoring all of your scars. It leaves the ghost of his lips on your skin for days on end until he does it again

In all honesty you and Draco are a force to be reckoned with, both scarred by a war that hasn’t truly begun.

You’re beside Draco when he’s face to face with a dying Dumbledore. You’re gripping his other hand, a snarled look on your face because you saw his manipulative nature for what it was

Though you couldn’t bare to think of killing another, you didn’t stop Snape from doing the final action

You and Draco fled with the rest of the Death Eaters, both running into the Forbidden Forest before apparating away.

You share a desperate kiss at the Manor behind his locked bedroom door before you have to apparate back home, safe from Voldemort and his other Death Eaters

Now that both you and Draco can apparate legally, you have rendezvous points that you meet during the summer for a few hours a week. Sometimes it’s sunny afternoons in the countryside, sometimes it’s desperate nights in lavish hotels, sometimes it’s lazy mornings in comfortable beds

Seventh Year is hellish. On the one hand it’s great for the Slytherins, on the other hand it’s terrible for muggle borns. You escape a lot of the torture because of being with Draco but you can barely stomach watching it happen to others... especially first years.

“This is wrong Dray,” you whisper one night. “I... I can’t keep pretending like it’s okay. They’re just kids,” there are tears in your eyes.

It’s the first night that the room of requirement opens its doors to you letting you in on the renegade camp. Almost everyone is baffled to see you there.

“So...” Neville starts. “Yeah,” you nod looking around at all of the battered and bruised faces. Your heart breaks a little more.

You use whatever magic and muggle skills you have to help the younger years get patched up and feel safe again, soon becoming a co-leader along side Neville and Ginny.

The fact that you’re a Slytherin gets left at the door.

In fact after a while the room itself gets rid of all of the house banners and just becomes a communal space

You tell Draco where you are and what’s going on but despite how hard he tries, he can’t get into the room

Until one night, the night after Luna is kidnapped and he’s made to torture her, does he become desperate enough that the room opens for him and offers him a safe haven from the war as well

Boy was everyone shocked to see Draco stumble through the doors on the verge of tears.

Wordlessly you stand and go to him, wrapping him into a hug and pulling him to your cot, again letting him break down in peace and comfort

Soon more and more Slytherins start to trickle into the renegade room.

You move your parents far away from England and London while the war is happening with help from Narcissa and Draco

The day comes and the battle of Hogwarts arrives and the Slytherins stand with Hogwarts, knowing that family doesn’t start or end with blood.

You and Draco lead the Slytherins into battle against the Death Eaters with a furious vengeance

No one budged when Voldemort offered to reconcile after Harry was pronounced dead. You and Draco shared one last loving look and prepared to face death together

But then Voldemort is gone

You almost collapse in relief into Draco’s arms and he sinks to the floor unsure of the world himself.

Many lives are lost and many are wounded. You both go around healing and helping where you can, never far from the other

You break down crying when you see Lupin dead before you and Draco holds you tightly shedding a few tears of his own

You and Draco are both acquitted in the trials because most of Hogwarts comes to your defense in testamonies.

Your story makes headlines a few years later....

“Pureblood Ex-Death Eater Malfoy Proposes to Rebel Muggleborn Sweetheart”

It’s not happily ever after just yet, but maybe it’s a step in the right direction

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hiya there! i love your work and i was wondering if i could request a Chishiya fic where its 3 times the reader almost kisses him and the one time he kisses them OR 3 times they almost confess their feelings and the one time Chishiya confesses his feelings. its up to you! :D

Thanks for you request! Here you go! 😉

Interrupted Confessions | Shuntaro Chishiya

{Alice In Borderland Masterlist}

{Main Masterlist}

Character(s): Chishiya (ft. Niragi, middle-aged woman from the second game, OC, Aguni, militants)

Summary: You and Chishiya keep trying to confess your feelings for one another, but something always seems to come between you when you finally get the chance

Warnings: drinking (reader), violence, mention of dying/death, guns, gunshots, panicking, mild angst

Word Count: 2.5k

*reader is gender-neutral

Chishiya wasn’t the best at expressing his emotions, especially when it came to romantic feelings. He appeared so confident and smug most of the time, but if someone was to even give him a bouquet of flowers or wink in his direction, his sarcastic remarks become caught in his throat and he doesn’t know how to react.

He could tell that you held romantic emotions for him. He was a people watcher, so he knows how people act when they feel that way. For ages, he tried to ignore the fact that you liked him, but as time pressed on and he began noticing you a lot more during games and at The Beach, he could slowly feel himself develop feelings for you back.

He knew he had to tell you soon enough, but every time he tried to open up to you, the world just didn’t allow him to have the chance.

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1st Attempt

The first attempt Chishiya had at trying to express his interest in you was at The Beach.

It was a usual late night, everyone dancing and singing on the big patio of the hotel, allowing themselves to indulge in the delusional thoughts of being safe and sound, not having to worry about their lives for the time that the alcohol infected their hearts and minds.

You had had a few drinks, beginning to feel a little light headed yourself. You had dragged Chishiya down to the bar with you, convincing him to keep you company due to not being able to find Kuina or Usagi. Chishiya gladly went along, wanting to make sure you didn’t over do it and end up getting yourself hurt.

You sat on a stool at the bar, leaning on the wooden bench and staring down into your empty cocktail glass. Chishiya leant on the bar next to you, scanning the crowd of rowdy and social people. It was entertaining, watching people being drunken idiots.

He glanced over to you as you placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. “Chishiya,” you mumbled. “Have a shot. I feel bad for being the only one ordering. You’re making me look like an alcoholic.” You nudged a small glass filled to the brim with liquor in his direction, trying to encourage him to drink it.

Chishiya smirked as you looked at him pleadingly. He lifted his hand out of his white hoodie pocket and pet your head playfully. “No thanks Y/N. A matter of fact, I think you’ve had quite a bit.”

He could tell the intoxicating alcohol was beginning to get to you as he saw your eyes begin to gloss over. Your movements became a little more lazy and disorientated.

You pouted and looked into his piercing eyes that filled with the unfamiliar feeling of care and concern for you. “Just one more cocktail? We haven’t even been down here for long and you already want to leave,” you groaned, turning back to the bar to shout for the bartender.

Chishiya rolled his eyes and chuckled at you. You were lucky he liked you. If anyone else was to act the way you did around him, they would irritate him like no tomorrow.

Around half an hour later, Chishiya and you were strolling up the stairs to the roof, wanting to escape the chaotic ground level that pounded heavily as the bass in each song seemed to become more and more powerful, beginning to make your head hurt.

Chishiya and you giggled together as you tripped up the stairs slightly, being able to catch yourself before you face planted. Chishiya held a firm grip on your shoulders, making sure you don’t end up hurting yourself.

“You’re such a lil’ goose,” he laughed, turning his head towards you with a wide smile across his face, showing off his cute teeth. You smacked his cheek lightly, being embarrassed from his intense stare, considering how close his lips were to yours. “Shut up, you’re no better when you’re drunk. Last time you drank, I had to drag your ass up all these stairs like a baby. And you’re much heavier than you look.”

Chishiya laughed, and in a moment of bravery, he lifted a hand and gently stroked his knuckles across your face. Your skin was hot and soft under his touch, making him feel warm inside and gaze lovingly at you.

Silence took over the atmosphere, and you both stood still in the hallway together and stared into each other’s eyes. You weren’t sure if it was the alcohol talking, but the warm lights made Chishiya’s skin glow beautifully, and you didn’t think he had ever looked so gorgeous.

“Y/N,” he whispered. “Can I do something?” His heart was pounding so loudly, he was afraid you would be able to hear it through his chest. Why was he suddenly feeling brave?

You smirked and cocked your head to the side, pretending to not understand what he wanted. “And what would that be?” you questioned in a playful tone.

Chishiya took his arm off your shoulder and placed it against your other cheek, holding your face delicately in his hands so he could keep you looking at him. “This.”

Just as Chishiya was slowly leaning in to crash his lips onto yours, you both suddenly heard a deafening bang down the hall. The sound made you both quickly jump apart in fright, snapping your heads to see what caused the noise.

There stood none other than Niragi, having just kicked a young woman into the wall across from the room they came from. 

“Locking doors I see? What exactly do you have to hide?!”

Chishiya and you stood completely still as you watched Niragi stride over to the woman and grip a fist full of her hair, pulling her up and making her scream in pain.

“Y/N, come on,” Chishiya said quietly next to you, sounding rushed.

You looked at him confused. “What? We can’t just leave her,” you said, stumbling after him as he dragged you by your wrist, trying to pull you away from the scene.

“It’s not our business. She went against the rules, we can’t defend her.”

That wasn’t true. He could easily take on Niragi to help the girl, and so could have you. But considering your state at the moment, and Chishiya’s main concern being your safety around Niragi, he just wanted to leave to get you safe again.

Your safety was more important than a small kiss or saving a girl who broke the rules.

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2nd Attempt

Chishiya’s second attempt to admit his romantic feelings towards you occurred at a game together.

The game was held in an apartment complex. Luckily, you two had managed to be put into the same group, meaning you could work together to survive. Two militants from The Beach also joined you, one of them being Aguni. Chishiya and you knew you wouldn’t receive any help from them, so you decided to just stick to you two for this one.

The game was a five of spades. The players had to find a safe zone to turn off a bomb within the time limit without getting killed by the ‘Tagger’.

As soon as the game began, you suggested to Chishiya to go to the top level, as you would be able to get a good view from there and be able to determine the Tagger’s patterns and habits to take note when searching for the unlocked door.

You both stood at the end of the top floor, having a clear view of the many levels and seeing all the players scattered in different positions.

You felt your heart sink as you saw a middle aged lady with a handbag on one of the middle levels. She was alone, looking around confused. It made you guilty that you couldn’t do anything to help her.

“As usual,” you heard Chishiya mumble beside you. You glanced at him and saw him scanning the players before continuing. “Everyone looks like they’re about to die.”

You blinked at his statement, looking back over the edge of the concrete railing. The vast sea of darkness that became darker the further it was away from the game made you feel empty. It purely just appeared like a black hole, waiting to suck you back into it’s depressive atmosphere.

“Sounds about right,” you responded to Chishiya.

Chishiya turned his head towards you, feeling his white locks become tangled together from the wispy wind. He examined your features as you stared over the area, admiring the way your skin glowed in the fluorescent lights. He looked down to your legs, hearing your shoe lightly tap anxiously on the ground.

He slid closer to you on the railing, placing a soft hand on your thigh to still your shaking leg and placed his chin on your shoulder before speaking softly. “Don’t be scared, I’ll protect you.”

You turned your head slowly towards him, seeing your lips only inches apart once again. You scoffed and rolled your eyes. “As if I need protection,” you teased.

Chishiya huffed, hiding his face in your hair in fear of you seeing the blush creeping onto his cheeks. You smiled at his movements. “You’re a bit clingy today, aren’t you?”

From that comment, Chishiya pulled his head back and looked into your eyes. His emotions were bouncing around his mind, making his heart beat quickly in confusion. Why couldn’t he just say it? Either of you could die at any time, why was he wasting time?

A piercing sound filled the air, and you gripped the back of Chishiya’s hoodie to roughly pull him to the harsh ground. Your reflexes went into overdrive as the gunshots rang. You glanced towards the hall on your right, in fear of seeing the tagger there. But luckily he wasn’t.

“Y/N, look.”

You looked towards Chishiya to see him standing over the railing again. You scrambled to your feet and stood beside him, following his line of sight.

A door a few levels down had several bullet holes around the sides of it. The tagger had tried to shoot someone there from a different level.

“He hasn’t done that yet. He’s trying to protect it,” Chishiya theorized. You nodded and pushed off the railing. “Come on, we don’t have much time left.”

You both quickly entered the lift and selected the floor the damaged door was on. 

As you both stood in silence, Chishiya’s words that almost poured out of his mouth before still rang in his ears.

‘I’m clingy because you make me feel safe.’

When will he ever have the chance again to tell you that?

He promised himself that if you both survived that game, he would confess to you before your next game. Because who knows what the game makers would make you do next? For all he knew, it could get you killed, and he would never be able to get to tell you how he feels.

************ 3rd Attempt

Surprisingly, Chishiya wasn’t the one to confess his feelings first. You were able to bring enough courage together to say it to him, but it wasn’t under the best circumstances.

He always envisioned his confession to you as being sweet and loving. He dreamed of telling you how he felt underneath the stairs on the roof, like a cliché romance movie.

But he didn’t get that chance.

You and him were huddled together in the corner of a trashed room. Chishiya held you tightly against his chest, patting your head to try and ease your rapidly beating heart and nervous breaths.

“Shh,” he whispered, his voice shaking slightly. “It’s okay. This’ll be over soon, and we can leave. We can find somewhere else to go.”

Gunshots rang outside the door of the room you were hidden in. Chishiya felt you flinch at every bang, making his heart sink lower and lower. He hated not being able to comfort you, it made him feel sick almost.

The Beach had become a game arena. Aguni has demanded the militants to kill everyone on sight so he could find the witch the hard way. As soon as Niragi had yelled and shot several bullets to the ceiling, sending everyone into a sudden panic, Chishiya didn’t even give you time to think before grabbing your arm and dragging you hurryingly away from the lobby to hide from the militants. 

So there you were, trying to make yourselves as small as possible behind a turned over table in the corner of a pitch black hotel room. Chishiya thought it was best not to hide in his room or your room because the militants would look there first to find you.

Chishiya lifted his face from the top of your head to glance towards the door. He sobbed slightly in fear as he saw shadows through the small crack at the bottom of the door. People were running back and forth through the halls screeching for help, trying to escape the murderous militants.

He felt you wrap your hand around his upper back and tuck your face into his neck, causing your tears to make his sensitive skin wet, not that he really cared.

He sighed heavily, trying to relax into your touch. It was deemed impossible to be calm, but having you there with him brought him more relief than anything else could’ve in that moment.

Chishiya placed his cheek on your head, snuggling into you and inhaling your scent. “I-I’m sorry,” you mumbled out.

Chishiya frowned at your apology. “Why are you saying sorry?” he asked.

“I-I’m sorry,” you cried quietly again. “I’m so in love with you Chishiya, and I’m so sorry that I’ve waited until now to say it. But I’m afraid if I don’t, I won’t get another chance.”

Chishiya felt his heart stop in his chest. Silence fell over both of you, but then Chishiya placed a soft hand on your jaw to lift your teary face to face his.

“You idiot,” he laughed, tears still streaming down his smooth cheeks. “You’re an idiot. You should’ve told me this sooner, I’ve been waiting for the perfect moment to tell you the exact same thing.”

His words only made you sob harder, pushing your face towards him to share a desperate kiss. It was messy and emotional, but that kiss alone was enough to make both of you understand how much you truly cared.

Whether you both lived or died at that moment didn’t matter to either of you, all that mattered was that Chishiya finally crawled out of his shell to let you in, and you had finally been able to create the courage to express what you truly felt about him.

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3 Months Later...

The breeze flew gently past your body, making your skin develop small goosebumps at the cold feeling. Your eyes scanned over the vast ocean of water in front of you, almost being blinded from the morning sun reflecting off the surface.

You glanced behind you quickly when you heard light taps of feet against the grassy ground. Chishiya walked away from the tent and rubbed his eyes. He sat next to you, but not without giving you a soft kiss on the cheek.

“Good morning baby,” he whispered into your ear. You smiled at the pet name, turning your head and placing your lips against his. “Good morning.”