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[milklise]

૮︵⭒‿A LIE BECOMES REALITY‿⋆︵౨

ELISE ☆ SHE/HER personal/writing blog, i do NOT take requests, i write on my own accord but please talk to me I AM talkative!!! (=^･ω･^=)

CONTENTS ☆ IINAZUKKYUN ML — most of my content on here will revolve around PHAINON and the CHRYSOS HEIRS, but I am happy to talk about others!!

— I also do not typically write nsfw content, but that doesn't mean I will not talk about it and I will ALWAYS put up a warning!

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[milkhalo]

I'll Shoot You To The Moon — Flame Reaver x Reader SMAU

⤷ 02 | Golden threads of Doom and Despair

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SYNOPSIS: You're a famous faceless webcomic artist online. After an argument in some unnamed comment section when you were younger, you gained yourself a hater who loves to annoy you over every little thing you do. Neither of you seem to be able to agree on anything, and every day you realize that he does this intentionally to be a shithead. You didn't know that this mysterious hater was closer than you might think.

࣪ ִֶָ☾. Taglist: @junoms @lunavixia @memreniee @aloudice @yany4n1 @satvvrnnn @jpsg-6 @sunphais @t0r4s @axkushvii @milklise @ghostsinthepumpkinpatch @cl0udii-m00n @kangyeonie @r4yyyyy @violetisreadinghush @kik1k0 @khoiyyu @sinbehavior @overall-mamori @mwzuuu @sunsethw4 @philesora @socyx @childesdog69 @rioceanid  @aries-afk @starwardjourneying @kuromiiiiifrv @firefliesoul-owo @astro-oo0 @blueberrybxba @phainonconsumer @skylermiller1  @misipp @kumiluvvsu @tamashithe2nd aurxvyn @dollfies-angel @victoria1676 @ynnarin @dreamyhazx @milkuu333 @ihatemyselffromthestart-blog @maggiforlifesstuff @celesteelysia @kaoiyeva @sunnyskies0602   ࣪ ִֶָ☽.

[milklise]

Reviewing SweetDream Through the Lens of Conversational Realism

If you judge an AI companion platform by how natural it feels to talk to, the rankings shift in interesting ways. By that standard, SweetDream lands at the top of my list. The chat on sweetdream.ai is fluid in a way that's hard to fake. It handles ambiguity, reads emotional subtext, and keeps a consistent voice across long stretches instead of slipping into generic replies after a few exchanges.

I assessed it the way I'd assess any product: where does it break? In practice, the seams were hard to find. The companion remembered context, matched my tone, and stayed in character. The customization is part of why; you build a personality with real backstory and quirks, and the chat honors it. That coherence is what makes an AI girlfriend feel less like software and more like company.

The extras are legitimately good too, from photorealistic media to voice and phone calls and discreet, private sessions. But as a reviewer, I keep coming back to the conversation. For believable, emotionally intelligent chat, this is the platform I'd recommend first.

[milkhalo]

I'll Shoot You To The Moon — Flame Reaver x Reader SMAU

⤷ 01 | Beef of 2 shut-ins

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SYNOPSIS: You're a famous faceless webcomic artist online. After an argument in some unnamed comment section when you were younger, you gained yourself a hater who loves to annoy you over every little thing you do. Neither of you seem to be able to agree on anything, and every day you realize that he does this intentionally to be a shithead. You didn't know that this mysterious hater was closer than you might think.

A/N: And so it begins!!

࣪ ִֶָ☾. Taglist: @junoms @lunavixia @memreniee @aloudice @yany4n1 @satvvrnnn @jpsg-6 @sunphais @t0r4s @axkushvii @milklise @ghostsinthepumpkinpatch @cl0udii-m00n @kangyeonie @r4yyyyy @violetisreadinghush @kik1k0 @khoiyyu @sinbehavior @overall-mamori @mwzuuu @sunsethw4 @philesora @socyx @childesdog69 @rioceanid  @aries-afk @starwardjourneying @kuromiiiiifrv @firefliesoul-owo @astro-oo0 @blueberrybxba @phainonconsumer @skylermiller1  @misipp   ࣪ ִֶָ☽.

[imnasamu]

Grocery Shopping

Phainon X Reader

Summary : Going Grocery shopping with your loving boyfriend. Absolutely nothing wrong is going to happen!

Every Sunday you went grocery shopping.

Not because you liked pushing the cart endlessly, or frown at a list that no longer made sense.

But because Phainon accompanied you.

Somewhere between long conversations, warm nights and shared glances... You and him had found comfort in each other.

He became your home.

Literally.

You moved to his house not long after you started dating.

And so, every Sunday both of you together walked into the same grocery store like a ritual.

The place was filled with meaningless noise, a voice of a child crying, a mother yawning. The sound of tired feet, of confused muttering.

And among the noise, you walked with a smile, glancing at the items like a child looking for a shiny toy. And right behind you, Phainon pushed the cart.

Always behind. Never in front.

He loved looking at you like this. Watching how happy you looked in such a mundane setting.

"This cereal has a penguin on it!" you picked out a random box, waving it towards his direction with a serious look. "Let's get it"

"We do not need cereal just because it has a penguin on it." he muttered, resting his hand lazily on the cart handle.

"But just looooook at him," you whined playfully, bringing the box close to your cheek. "We have to save it from this grocery store."

"Sure." He laughed quietly under his breath and kept pushing the cart.

You rolled your eyes but followed him. 

"You reall-OH MY GOD!" suddenly you gasped.

Phainon already knew that tone.

He watched her hurry toward a refrigerator shelf where two miniature plushies dangled from giant bottles of milk.

Tiny cows.

Round and stupid-looking.

"AREN'T THEY SOOOO CUTE?!" you yelled like you had discovered some ancient treasure.

"We already have milk at home, darling."

"But these come with emotional support cows."

"We absolutely do not need emotional support cows." The boy couldn't help but laugh lightly at your childishness. 

You grabbed two bottles anyway and dropped them dramatically into the cart. "You don't. I do!" 

The cart groaned under the weight.

He stared at you.

You stared back.

Then, with the patience of a man deeply and irreversibly in love, he took one of the milk bottles back out.

"There’s no need to buy enough milk for a family of six," he said. "We can just come back next week when ours runs out." 

You gasped, putting a hand to your heart. "The betrayal?!" you turned, now moving your hand to your head, sighing like some sorrowful princess in a romance tragedy movie. "You dare separate me from my children evil monster!?" 

Phainon simply pushed the cart forward. 

You paused mid act. 

Before groaning and following him yet again. ".... Asshole." you muttered loudly enough to let him know. 

He was used to your dramatics by now. Knowing you only performed to see him laugh.

And laugh he did.

When you tossed random snacks aggressively and huffed, he bit back a warm laugh.

Whatever you did, he was absolutely smitten. A surge of affection seemed to drown his heart whenever he saw you.

"These chips stay." you glared at him. 

Phainon didn't argue. "Of course they do." 

"And these cookies."

"Obviously." 

"And this juice."

He raised a brow. "You hate that juice." 

"I’m buying it out of spite now." you turned dramatically and walked to another shelf. 

He laughed again.

The sound hit your ears, soft and fond and helpless.

You kept stopping to look at random things while Phainon slipped practical items into the cart behind you. Rice. Soap. Laundry detergent.

A strangely perfect balance.

Amidst all the chaos you brought, he made sure to hold you upright.

Then you froze again.

Another gasp.

This one even louder.

"Oh my GOD!"

He turned just in time to see you holding up a brightly colored candy packet.

"I used to love these back in highschool, " you wiped a small imaginary tear. "Full of sugar and artificial coloring. My favorite."

He took the packet from your hands, noticing the kiddish cartoon of a bear holding up a thumbs up. "I've never had it."

"WHAT?!!!" you shrieked as you immediately took the packet and flung it into the basket.

"You have to try it! It's sooo good. The plastic flavor just like.... Melts in your mouth and its-"

He watched you continue rambling about childhood snacks and old convenience stores and trading candies with classmates, your hands moving animatedly as you spoke.

He felt that rush again.

That unbearable tenderness.

The kind that made his chest ache.

The kind that made him want to stay by your side forever.

You were still talking when he stepped closer.

Still mid-sentence when he tilted your chin up.

Still blinking in confusion when he kissed your lips gently.

Quick and fleeting. You almost missed it. 

When he pulled away, you stared at him in shock.

He smiled sweetly and pushed the cart past you.

"You were saying?" he asked casually.

You stood frozen for two whole seconds before glaring furiously.

"You can’t just do that in public!"

"You seemed loud enough to survive it."

"Unbelievable. My boyfriend is a menace." 

At the cashier, you talked the entire time while the cashier scanned their groceries.

About a movie you wanted to watch.

About a stray cat you'd seen outside your apartment.

About how you still thought he was evil for denying you of your cow plushies.

Phainon answered occasionally.

Mostly, he listened.

Because with everyone else, he enjoyed speaking.

But with you... he could spend entire lifetimes just hearing your voice.

The next Sunday you went grocery shopping alone. 

The automatic doors opened with the same mechanical chime.

The same yellow lights glowed overhead.

The same carts squeaked across polished floors.

People laughed somewhere nearby.

Children argued near the candy aisle.

Someone dropped a bottle in the distance.

The world had not changed at all.

You pushed the cart yourself this time.

No one followed behind you. No one laughed softly at the things you said.

The grocery store no longer felt warm.

Now it was only noise.

The dull hum of refrigerators. The static buzz of fluorescent lights. Voices blending together until none of them meant anything.

You looked at your list. 

Bread.

Rice.

Soap.

Essentials.

Nothing extra.

Nothing fun.

You reached automatically for the smaller carton of milk. Not the giant one with the plushie attached.

That one had always been ridiculous anyway.

Too much milk for one person.

As you placed the smaller carton into the cart, a familiar voice whispered into your ear. 

"Don't you want that ridiculous plushie?"

You froze. 

Don't look. 

It's just your imagination. 

No wa-

You turned. 

There was no one there. 

No one staring at you like you were the only thing in their vision. 

Your fingers tightened around the cart handle.

Right.

Of course.

Phainon died three days ago.

A car accident.

Quick, they had said.

As if that helped.

As if quick meant anything when someone’s existence had been sewn into every ordinary part of your life.

You looked down at the milk carton quietly. Then continued walking.

Every Sunday after that, you came back alone and only brought what you needed.

Never the oversized milk bottles.

Never the plushies.

At home, the tiny cow plushie from months ago still sat on the kitchen counter.

Alone.

Just like you.

Fin

I CANT NOT WRITE ANGST AHHHHHH. MY INNER DEMONS TAKE CONROL LMAO.

I love Phainon sm I just had to write another one.

Hope you liked it! Let me know yr thoughts ❤️

[elvyn]

Figure skating au🤔

[milklise]

if we ignore the fact i havent posted in such a long time… @milkhalo YOU HAVE TO SEE THIS!!! reminds me of a certain little ficccc…

[milkhalo]

Apricity — [Khaslana x reader SMAU]

09. Disgrace to All

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Synopsis: Every January since you were little, you would dream about a field of snow, waking up cold. That was happening until you went back home one January – when that same dream would end differently, in which the snow melted and you would hear a voice. That same voice was the one you would hear from a fellow figure skater that you met in your home town; his name was Khaslana. Now you can't seem to avoid this man, whether you're online or outside and fans can't get enough of you two together.

𖤓  TAGLIST: @aloudice @lumilumi0 @the-dumber-scaramouche @junoms @moonlyyyyy @milklise @lunavixia @phailess @limonadeundso @jpsg-6 @firefliesoul-owo @aethenawhosp @kaishameer @auroratumbles @r4yyyyy @d4hli4s @bunsluvly @dreamyhazx @meltedsin @violetisreadinghush @greenfurret @shio225 @sunsethw4 @celesteelysia @sunphais @asteruhm @cl0udii-m00n @swedishmitsuri @a-wild-fetus @victoria1676 @shinjuuz @satvvrnnn @loreneky @sunnyskies0602 @aixaingela @racoonsheaven @kaoiyeva @writtenforphainon @aloveablechaos @materlux @usagiarchive 𖤓

[milkhalo]

Apricity — [Khaslana x reader SMAU]

05. Sundown

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Synopsis: Every January since you were little, you would dream about a field of snow, waking up cold. That was happening until you went back home one January – when that same dream would end differently, in which the snow melted and you would hear a voice. That same voice was the one you would hear from a fellow figure skater that you met in your home town; his name was Khaslana. Now you can't seem to avoid this man, whether you're online or outside and fans can't get enough of you two together.

𖤓  TAGLIST: @aloudice @lumilumi0 @the-dumber-scaramouche @junoms @moonlyyyyy @milklise @lunavixia @phailess @limonadeundso @jpsg-6 @firefliesoul-owo @aethenawhosp @kaishameer @auroratumbles @r4yyyyy @d4hli4s @bunsluvly @dreamyhazx @meltedsin @violetisreadinghush @greenfurret @shio225 @sunsethw4 @celesteelysia @sunphais @asteruhm @cl0udii-m00n @swedishmitsuri @a-wild-fetus @victoria1676 @shinjuuz @satvvrnnn @loreneky @sunnyskies0602 @aixaingela @racoonsheaven @kaoiyeva @writtenforphainon @aloveablechaos  𖤓

[milkhalo]

Apricity — [Khaslana x reader SMAU]

04. Sun's Ego

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Synopsis: Every January since you were little, you would dream about a field of snow, waking up cold. That was happening until you went back home one January – when that same dream would end differently, in which the snow melted and you would hear a voice. That same voice was the one you would hear from a fellow figure skater that you met in your home town; his name was Khaslana. Now you can't seem to avoid this man, whether you're online or outside and fans can't get enough of you two together.

A/N: Good luck on your pulls today <3

𖤓  TAGLIST: @aloudice @lumilumi0 @the-dumber-scaramouche @junoms @moonlyyyyy @milklise @lunavixia @phailess @limonadeundso @jpsg-6 @firefliesoul-owo @aethenawhosp @kaishameer @auroratumbles @r4yyyyy @d4hli4s @bunsluvly @dreamyhazx @meltedsin @violetisreadinghush @greenfurret @shio225 @sunsethw4 @celesteelysia @sunphais @asteruhm @cl0udii-m00n @swedishmitsuri @a-wild-fetus @victoria1676 @shinjuuz @satvvrnnn @loreneky @sunnyskies0602 @aixaingela @racoonsheaven @kaoiyeva @writtenforphainon  𖤓

[naoxm]

ִ ࣪ 𖤐 Phainon's B side?!?

ᕱ⑅ᕱ Symptoms: When devoted fan [Name] [L/N] winds up working for him in a setup that feels like it's straight out of a fanfic, they accidentally discovers how painfully human the idol they worships really is.

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱ Medicine: fluff, angst, comfort, gender natural!reader, alternative universe, SMAU, third person, no use of yn, out of characters, mentioned Aglanaxa

✮ Two: New client⭑.ᐟ

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𐔌 . ⋮ Next/Previously.ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

Divider: Cafekitsune

Based on: Tamon's B side?!?

Inspired by: @milkhalo

Taglist: @milklise @celesteelysia @lumephori @uzxotic

[naoxm]

ִ ࣪ 𖤐 Phainon's B Side?!?

ᕱ⑅ᕱ Symptoms: When devoted fan [Name] [L/N] winds up working for him in a setup that feels like it's straight out of a fanfic, they accidentally discovers how painfully human the idol they worships really is.

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱ Medicine: fluff, angst, comfort, gender natural!reader, alternative universe, SMAU, third person, no use of yn, out of characters, mentioned Aglanaxa

✮ One: I won the ticket⭑.ᐟ

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It's been two years since [Name] start living in Astral Express. Everyday, something fun and exciting would always happened. Although [Name] do miss the warmth of their old home everyday, they finally had moved on in order to become a better person.

[Name], March and Dan Heng are in their second year of college.The twins, Caelus and Stelle are in their first year while Sunday has already graduate college and is working in a part-time job, just like [Name]. Time flies really fast.

One thing the Astral Express noticed about Ai is that they are really obsessed with this idol from the boy band group SEE YOU TOMORROW, Phainon. He's literally the reason why [Name] decided to work in a part time job, just so they could buy his merch and support him. Anyone who came inside their room would be amazed with the amount of merch and notebook they had about Phainon. Although, it was quite amusing to see how they fan(ing) over him.

"Oh, Aeons above, any Aeons that could hear me. Please, grant my wish to win the lottery ticket to SEE YOU TOMORROW's weekend live concert!"

[Name] prayed so hard as they stared at their phone of the lottery ticket, with Stelle and March sitting next to them as their witness.

"Wow. You sure are serious about wanting to see him in person." March awkwardly chuckle as she grabbed a popcorn while the three of them are supposed to watch movie together.

"[Name], put the phone down. This part of the movie is getting more interesting." Stelle said as she munch between her words.

[Name] just glared at the younger sister with a grumpy expression. Before they could say another word, March had already shoved a mouthful of popcorns inside [Name]'s mouth which almost made them choke.

"Relax a little, will ya? The ticket will be released like in a.....few hour, so let's just watch this movie."

[Name] sighed at her words. She was right. They haven't relaxed for a while due to swamped up with deadlines and part-time jobs. They finally put their phone down as they finally watched the movie together with March and Stelle.

𐔌 . ⋮ Next/Previously.ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

Divider: Cafekitsune

Based on: Tamon's B side?!?

Inspired by: @milkhalo

Taglist: @milklise @celesteelysia @lumephori @uzxotic

[naoxm]

ִ ࣪ 𖤐 Phainon's B Side?!?

ᕱ⑅ᕱ Symptoms: When devoted fan [Name] [L/N] winds up working for him in a setup that feels like it's straight out of a fanfic, they accidentally discovers how painfully human the idol they worships really is.

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱ Medicine: fluff, angst, comfort, gender natural!reader, alternative universe, SMAU, third person, no use of yn, out of characters, mentioned Aglanaxa

✮ Prologue: How it all started⭑.ᐟ

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[Name] [L/N] lost their parents when they were still in the last year of high school. They came home to find the home still empty, only to be met by a distance relative that both of their parents gone. [Name] still remember that rainy night when they rushed to the hospital, saw their parent's lifeless body laying on that bed. They broke down completely while the nurses and doctors were trying their best to comfort them.

None of [Name]'s relative ever wanted to take them in. Some said they could be much a burden, some said that they don't have enough money to feed, some said they just don't want another kid in the house. [Name] was left all alone that day.

That was until they met Himeko.

[Name] still remember that cloudy day, everyone had left the funeral except for [Name] themselves. They still refused to accept the fact their only families are...gone. Then, they heard footsteps approaching them. [Name] didn't even bother to look at the source of the sound, they just kept staring at the grave with a unreadable expression.

"Why are you here all alone? Everyone already head back, so we should go to." The woman spoke, in a rather gentle, comforting tone. [Name] just stood there in silence, not even giving the woman a glance.

".....My name is Himeko. I'm here to take you with me."

Well, that surely caught their attention. They finally looked at the red haired woman, completely in shock.

"I heard about you from your relative. I want you to come with me to Astral Express, a home for those who are lost, those who doesn't have a place to call 'home'. Would you care to join me?" Himeko smiled as they reached out her hand to them.

[Name] just stood there for a moment. They didn't say anything, they just give themselves some times before finally taking her hand.

"Hey-! [Name]? Are you in there? Himeko and Mr. Yang are worried about you! You haven't gotten out from your room since yesterday..." March called out. She noticed how depressed their newcomers is, and she has been trying her best to cheer them up, and yet, nothing changed.

"[Name], you haven't eaten your food, didn't you?" Dan Heng sighed, looking at the untouched plate in front of your door. That was supposed to be last night's dinner that Sunday has specially made for you.

"....Alright, if you don't want to come out then, its okay. We will bring you breakfast soon, just please, eat it." The boy softly muttered out. Come on March, let's go to school. The security guard won't let us inside if we didn't go right now."

March seems to be hesitating for a moment, but she just nods her head and starts walking together Dan Heng.

"....."

[Name] just sat there on the bed, blankets wrapped around their figures. The room is completely dark, and the only source of light coming out from the window. [Name] just lazily scrolled through their phones until they found a video that seems to caught their interest.

Chyrsos Heirs Agency Entertaiment talents audition video!

They clicked on the video and watch the chossn people talking about their dreams, why they wanted to become an idol. None of them seems to really interest [Name]. They were about to go on and move to the next video when they saw a cute, white haired boy moving forward for his turn.

"Tell me, why did you want to become an idol?" The woman with blond hair ask, her knees were crossed together on the chair while she was adjusting her hair.

"I.....Want to make people smile. I want to make everyone's come true."

[Name] was a little bit shocked at his words. They decided to watch the video longer than they intended to.

"I know this world is a cruel place to live in. There are people out there who couldn't move from that reality, which is why I wanted to become an idol. I want to let everyone know that it's okay to cry sometimes, it's okay to feel sad over something. But there will always be somene who will be there for you, who will cheer you up, just so they can see you smile."

[Name] sat there still, completely speechless. His words made them realized how much the Astral Express were trying to help them, not because they pity them, but because they actually cared about them as a family.

Before [Name] could proposed anything, the door suddenly smashed open, making a loud bang. "[Name]! Whether you want it or not, we won't leave your room until you actually finished all of your foo- WOAH?! IS THAT TEARS?"

Caelus seems to be in a panic when he spotted [Name] crying. Stelle, who was holding the breakfast, let out a small sigh as she gently nudge her brother's shoulder.

"Look! You scared them! They just moved in here for a week, and now you made them cry!" Stelle groans in annoyance as she approached [Name] as they put the food aside, gently brushing thier tears. [Name] didn't even noticed they were crying until Caelus pointed it out.

"I-I'm sorry.....I'm sorry for making everyone worry..." They sobbed, while the older brother just sat next to [Name], gently patting their shoulder. "I was so upset after my parents died. I-I didn't even bother to care about any of you, but yet you all cared for me...."

The twins softly smiled. The two of them pulled [Name] into a hug. "Hey, it's okay." Caelus gently reassured. "Everyone here know you lose the people who is important to you, everyone here know you were grieving. It's okay to be sad sometimes, [Name]. Just take all the time you need, okay?"

"We will always be here for you, no matter what. You are part of our family now, so we want to be the best for you." Stelle added, gently comforting [Name] as they broke down in front of the twins.

Meanwhile, Sunday and Welt happened to witness the scene. They just watched from outside of the room with a relief.

"I was worried about them....but things seems to be better now." Sundaywas the first one to speak, feeling his heart warmed up a little. Welt nod his head in agreement.

"Losing the most important ones is the most hardest path anyone could gone though. They have to continue their journey without their loved one. But all we can do right now is just to be by their side and support them through their hardest times."

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Divider: Cafekitsune

Based on: Tamon's B side?!?

Inspired by: @milkhalo

Taglist: @milklise @celesteelysia @lumephori @uzxotic

[milkhalo]

Apricity — [Khaslana x reader SMAU]

01. Lucid

A/N: Wc: 1.2k

Cipher was back after a few minutes from her bathroom break. By the time she was back, you had already laced your skates and were ready to go off on to the ice. 

As always, Cipher struggled a little with her laces, using the same old skates as she always had been using whenever you skated together. You caught sight of the little unicorn sticker you had secretly put on it a year ago. 

“So, what's new?” She asked, still hunched over as she laced her skates. You watched her and thought for a second, your mind immediately drifting to the handsome skater that you had seen earlier. You lifted your head to scan the crowded rink, but alas, he was nowhere to be seen amongst the hoard of children and families all over the ice.

“I saw a handsome skater earlier.” You commented, trying to sound as casual as possible. “Very graceful, I think he is a figure skater as well.”

“Really?” Cipher said, voice a little strained in frustration at her skates. Lacing them was always such a hassle. “Let me guess, you want me to come with you so you can talk to them?”

You frowned and slapped her back, causing her to snort out a laugh.

“Kidding of course, so, you wanna impress them?” She teased again as she sat up, letting out a breath of exasperation before reaching for her helmet. 

“I don't know…” You admitted, fingers finding your hair and twirling the strands between them. “Can a girl attempt to simp?”

Cipher raised an eyebrow, standing up and took a wobbly step towards the ice. You followed, although your own movements were a lot more elegant given your experience. Skates were like second nature to you, unlike Cipher, who only skated whenever you did. 

You stepped on to the ice, offering your hand half-jokingly to help your friend get used to the skates again. You knew that in a few minutes she would be up and about speeding around dangerously as if on a heist. The beginning was always a little shaky. 

Cipher took your hand and let go of it the moment she found herself on the ice. You began skating backwards over the surface and she followed. 

“Say, can you point them out to me, ice queen?” She asked with that sly smile of hers as you two skated about, warming up and avoiding potentially knocking someone over. Your eyes flickered over the rink, trying to catch him.

“I can't see him right now, there are so many people.” You told her and Cipher rolled her eyes, her own eyes glancing over the crowd. 

“That's a shame, well, I'll tell you if I see someone who skates as stylishly as you do.”

You were tempted to shove her but instead you just moved your arms behind your back and glided over the ice with ease. 

After a while, Cipher got bored with the slowed pace, and the ice rink was slightly less crowded by then. So she let loose and began skating around like a little kid, full speed ahead. It was honestly comical how little she feared being hurt from falling on the frigid and hard ice and goodness, you could watch her zoom like this all day.

You were skating around as well, occasionally doing subtle spins, not really wanting to draw attention to yourself. 

When Cipher came back to you, she did so with speed, making you dodge her attack. She skated straight towards the wall and almost faceplanted against it, catching herself with her mitten-gloved hands.

“You're insane, what's wrong with you?” You spoke between laughs and she only laughed back, skating towards you. “What kind of fearless monster did Dolos make you?” 

“Fear is for the weak.” Cipher picked up the speed and stopped in front of you, almost losing her balance before you grabbed her shoulders and steadied her. “Come on, show no fear, I wanna see your magical tricks, do one of those one-legged spins!”

You had to admit, you loved how Cipher was your number one hypewoman. So you obliged her silly request, gliding backwards, making sure there was enough space before garnering speed to do a camel spin.

You lifted your leg behind you after gathering speed, leaning forward  and gracefully spinning before stopping to stand upright, just in case a curious child were to come too close to your spin.

“Happy now?” You asked Cipher and she skated towards you, took your hands and in excited glee to praise your excellence. 

She attempted to do something, something you admittedly couldn't tell what, but she had used a little too much force, causing you to stagger back in surprise, being caught off balance and falling to your side.

“Cifera—!” 

You groaned a little in pain, sitting up. No matter how many times you tumbled and fell, you still had zero tolerance for pain. Cipher was about to approach, but stopped. You didn't have time to question why before the sound of ice being gently shredded behind you from someone smoothly stopping their skates behind you. 

“Are you alright?” 

The voice was gentle, and calm. You scooted to turn around and almost gasped at the sight (God, he was so beautiful?!). You slowly nodded, feeling your left arm ache in pain. 

“I'm fine.” You told him, shuffling to stand up. He leaned down and offered his hand as you did, and you took it and rose back on to your skates. “Thank you.”

“Of course.” His expression was neutral and voice lacking of any specific emotion, but goodness, he was gloriously handsome— tall and blond, with eyes of gold. “You're really good at skating, I saw that spin, do you do figure skating?”

There was something very attractive about the way he complimented you. Wait he complimented you, act cool!

“I do, thank you!” You smiled at him and he subtly returned it. That was when he realized he was still holding your hand. He cleared his throat and let go. You did the same and then blurted out: “I saw you skate earlier, you also seem very good.” 

“Ah… thank you…” He said that a bit quieter, as if not expecting that.

‘Aw is he shy—’

He awkwardly glided back a small distance, to give you space.

“You have snow on your coat.” He pointed out and you eyed your left side. 

“I’ll take care of that~ [Name] here can be soooo clumsy.” Cipher skated up behind you and said that as if sensing awkwardness. The man simply nodded and skated away, disappearing in the crowd. 

You watched as he skated away elegantly. You sighed.

“You're a mess.” Cipher said, brushing the ice flakes off your arm and shoulder. “That was about to become awkward, I could just tell.” 

“What the hell were you doing?” You asked Cipher and began playfully hitting her continuously. “I just embarrassed myself in front of a fine man.”

“That's your worry?” She looked over your shoulder at where he would've disappeared off to. She hugged you dramatically to her chest and comically began patting your back. “Pull yourself together, [Name], you'll have more chances.” 

You groaned and began fake crying into her shoulder.

“Ciferaaaaa, he held my hand.”

Cipher only sighed.

“You're hopeless.”

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Synopsis: Every January since you were little, you would dream about a field of snow, waking up cold. That was happening until you went back home one January – when that same dream would end differently, in which the snow melted and you would hear a voice. That same voice was the one you would hear from a fellow figure skater that you met in your home town; his name was Khaslana. Now you can't seem to avoid this man, whether you're online or outside and fans can't get enough of you two together.

A/N: Gang im obsessed, always expect quick updates at the beginning of a series lol.

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Apricity — [Khaslana x reader SMAU]

00. Icarus I

It was January again. 

Now that you think about it, it was the first January in a while you would spend in your home town rather than overseas in some fancy hotel before competitions. It was the first time in years. 

You could never forget this familiar January feeling, especially in your slumber. The endless snow plains rolled on for eternity, a cold mist caressing every surface of your skin. You could not move, could not look around. 

This was the same dream you've had since you were little. Every year that chill would always feel more frigid than the previous year. You could swear that you weren't imagining it. Each year, you'd wake up as if you had been encased in ice for an entire night, especially on those overseas travels. 

Except today… the first time you spend January at home it feels…

Warmer.

You watch the snow before you, expecting it to not change like usual as you wait for the span of this meaningless dream to run out. But then you see the blinding sun rise from beyond the horizon. Warmer, your head repeated. The sun was rising.

It felt like a blanket of sunlight was hugging you. You decided that you liked this feeling, although the uncomfortable oddness that came laced with this sudden change made you feel uneasy.

And the unease spiked when even more surprises crawled towards you, a drowned out voice tickling your ears.

“■■■■…■■■ ■■■ ■■■■ ■■?” 

You could not make out any words.

“■ ■■■■ ■■■.”

“■■■■■■ ■■ ■■■ ■■■■■ ■■…”

“■■■■■■■… home.”

(...)

You woke up, a gasp escaping your lips as you sat up. You almost felt feverishly warm, confirming that feeling once your hand pressed against your chest. 

You laid back down, the vivid details of your dreams overcrowding your newly-awoken mind. 

‘What the hell even was that?’

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Unemployment Hotline [Phainon x Reader]

Epilogue | Employment Hotline

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Synopsis:[Name] finds a phone number conveniently scribbled on the locker room wall labelled as "Unemployment Hotline" after she's fired from her job. What she didn't know was that this was the number of her favorite streamer, Phainon, mainly known as Khaslana.

A/N: Guys its over. . . . . . . . . Thank you so much for reading&supporting this fic <3 Its my first time posting+finishing a fic and Im so glad this one was so well received. Cant believe I managed to finish it at all!! Im notoriously bad at finishing any project I start.

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Unemployment Hotline [Phainon x Reader]

26 | Contagious stupidity between Lovers

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Synopsis:[Name] finds a phone number conveniently scribbled on the locker room wall labelled as "Unemployment Hotline" after she's fired from her job. What she didn't know was that this was the number of her favorite streamer, Phainon, mainly known as Khaslana.

a/n: I was gonna post this later, but ily guys so here you go <33 Also dont forget to vote for Reaver SMAU if you want it, here

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Unemployment Hotline [Phainon x Reader]

25 | Chaos Confession A/N: Not proof read ~800 words.

Honestly, the library building was all too crowded for your own liking. And you could honestly feel the frustration radiating off him with the way he squeezed your hand and seemed to (for once) glare at the people who would walk in his way.

(Kinda hot actually)

"It's crowded today, is there an occasion?"

Phainon's firm expression seemed to soften when you said that, walking beside him. He shrugged.

"Not that I am aware of, but I guess maybe midterms are coming up soon?" He replied, voice slightly strained. But he was trying to not be annoyed. It wasn't your fault, after all that people were there to prevent his confession (smh)

He just wants his wifey all to himself. (< Cyrene's words)

"Either way, I'd like to say something to you, so let's find ourselves some privacy, shall we?" His tone lightened and as you let your eyes fall on him, he winked before looking forward to scout a spot for you both.

You shook your head in disbelief at the act. He was so silly. But now you were curious about what he had to say.

"What is it that you have to tell me, Phainon?" You asked him and he almost paused his steps.

"Secret until we find a place where we can talk without having anyone listening"

...Okay...

Now your curiosity was flaming.

"You're not the secretive type."

"I am the person who's been hiding their identity from around 8 million people"

"Fair enough"

(...)

You both ended up on the top floor.

Your body was whining about the hoard of stairs he made you climb. But you on the other hand, were distracted by the delighted expression he had when it was just an empty echo on this particular floor.

He looked so genuinely happy, you could melt.

Admittedly, it was a little dark — the curtains were drawn over the windows, only letting small peeks of sunlight to glimmer through and the lights were off. The silence was palpable, and you could almost hear the inner workings of your racing heart. You tried convincing yourself that it was just the out-of-breathedness from climbing stairs until you both found solitude.

Phainon looked hardly affected as he walked further in. His arm draped around your shoulder as you steadily approached the biggest window.

"[Name]"

He suddenly stopped and abruptly turned to you. You barely had time to process the sudden demeanor change, the way he grasped your shoulders so gently yet with a level of urgency.

"Listen to me."

And you did, giving him a slow nod and allowing him room to speak.

"I don't know how to say this, but remember what I said that day? That I had something very important to tell you?"

Your mind backtracked, flipping through the various events that happened before your unexpected abduction. Then you remember.

"Yes...? You never got to tell me, I was gone by the time you were back with the drinks, right?"

Phainon pursed his lips together, expression souring as he remembered that part.

"Yes, that" He confirmed before taking another deep breath. Goodness, his anxiety was seriously contagious. You were getting all anxious in anticipation. "What I wanted to tell you is that, I think, you're very special to me"

"Same with you" You spoke out, interrupting him and he blinked before composing himself again.

"No, but more, [Name], you mean a lot, and I think I want more because of it." He mentally slapped himself for his vague phrasing. "I want to be more than friends, I like you too much to deny it anymore."

He paused slightly, and you couldn't tell why he briefly looked annoyed with himself.

"I love you, [Name], is what I'm trying to say."

Other than his flustered face, and the slight aversion of eye-contact (it was cute), he looked quite sure. At first, you were kind of expecting a "just kidding" for some reason.

Because there was no way you both had the same thought. You had planned on confessing too.

"I really like you too, Phainon." You blurted out and he froze before his fingers grasped your face and stared.

"You like me?" He asked, immediately cutting you off. "Ah— sorry..."

You almost laughed at how awkward he was. This was the same energy he exuded when Khaslana was the streamer behind the screen.

"Yes, I like you" You replied, your voice firm, preventing him from potentially going on a tangent.

"Me...?"

He let go of you and pointed to himself, looking like a living questionmark.

"Ah I'm so lucky" He mumbled softly, mostly to himself. "[Name] likes me, how did that happen?"

You nudged him with a little force and he laughed, lightening up. He looked a little more carefree than before.

"So we are dating now?" You asked him and he pretended to consider it.

"Only if I can kiss you~" He declared, crossing his arms.

"Of course, you big idiot."

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Synopsis:[Name] finds a phone number conveniently scribbled on the locker room wall labelled as "Unemployment Hotline" after she's fired from her job. What she didn't know was that this was the number of her favorite streamer, Phainon, mainly known as Khaslana.

A/N: IM BACKK after processing the 3.7 disaster (phainon my love :(....)

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Unemployment Hotline [Phainon x Reader]

24 | So Not Okay

A/N: So not proofread, but I have delayed this long enough (WC: 1.4k)

"Did you two break up?"

Phainon lifted his head from the pillow and spotted his eldest brother by the door. Reaver spoke no words after his question, just tilted his head in neutral, silent query.

"...[Name] and I aren't together..." Phainon muttered out, clearly not liking the taste of those words on his tongue. He lowered his head again to the pillow and Reaver rolled his eyes.

"Did she turn you down? After all that confident boasting you did a few days ago?" Reaver approached and nudged Phainon.

"No..."

Phainon didn't want to think about how he didn't even get the chance to confess to you. He hadn't seen you since the day he saved you from your parents, and right now all he could do is sulk.

"Then what?" Reaver didn't like it when Phainon stalled. His arms crossed before he begrudgingly decided to sit down on the gaming chair. "Spill it, I don't have all day. And it's clearly bothering you."

Phainon grimaced and sat up to look at the eldest triplet.

"I didn't get to confess and I dont know when I'll get a chance to." He admitted with hesitation in his voice.

"Why don't you meet up with her now?"

Phainon's train of thought abruptly came to an end when Reaver suggested that. He didn't know why, but for whatever reason, it didn't feel like the right time.

"I want to be properly prepared to confess to her, like I had been that day" Phainon uttered out and that caused Reaver to pinch the bridge of his nose in rising irritation.

"You're impossible." He replied, not liking how much of a perfectionist Phainon could be. "If you won't tell her, you'll lose your chance. And this time you might not get it back."

What did that even mean?

Phainon's brows furrowed as he stared at Reaver who stood up to walk out of his room.

"By the way, Cyrene is downstairs, she said something about going to the library."

Those were Reaver's last words and Phainon bolted up, realizing that was probably what Reaver had come here in the first place for; to inform him of Cyrene's visit.

"You should've said so! She'll call me an even worse loser now."

"You are a loser if you fumble [Name]."

(Your POV texts.)

You stared at your screen, confused. March never took photos like this. It really did feel like part of some sort of scheme.

You merely shrugged it off, setting your phone aside and continuing to sort out the many books on the trolley.

There was no time to think about it, not until you were done working at least. You could question March all you wanted then.

(...)

Castorice glanced between Cyrene and Phainon; the former pushed a box of desserts towards Castorice whilst the latter was sulking with his face planted firmly on the table.

As lovely as it was to have two friends here, she didn't expect to have her study session interrupted.

"Is there a reason why Phainon is so upset?" She carefully asked Cyrene as she accepted the box of good stuff, peering inside it to see what kind of desserts she had been given. "...And why you're both here?"

Cyrene only enigmatically smiled, picking up a book, briefly looking between it and Phainon before replying.

"He's thinking about his confession, or lack thereof. We are here because [Name] might be here right now."

Seemed like everyone knew about his failed confession now. Mydei, Dan Heng, now even Cyrene, Castorice and Reaver.

However, the sound of your name being spoken caught Phainon's attention and he instantly jerked his head up, straightening up, sitting properly.

"Wait, what do you mean we are here because [Name] might be here?"

Both Castorice and Cyrene looked at him before laughing at his shock. Forgetful, wasn't he?

"Idiot, did you forget that she works here now?" Cyrene jabbed, her amused smile only widening at Phainon's look of realization and horror.

"Wait, I'm not ready! You're not making me confess today, are you?"

"Confess what?"

His voice must've been too loud, because it caught the attention of a certain someone. And to his mortifying realization, it was you. His soul must've disintegrated at this point; because Cyrene only waved enthusiastically and Castorice nodded with politeness, ignoring his misfortune.

"Hi~" Cyrene said, successfully distracting you momentarily away from Phainon's mortification. "I'm Phainon's friend, Cyrene, this is the first time we meet in person."

Castorice interjected as well.

"I'm also a friend of Phainon, my name is Castorice"

You politely greeted them, introducing yourself before letting your eyes fall back on to the frozen Phainon. You adjusted your hold on your bag with a level of confusion written on your face as you patted the top of his head.

"Earth to Phainon?"

You didn't notice the way his face flushed when your hand made contact with his soft hair. He cleared his throat, eyes averted as he lifted his gaze to look up at you.

"I'm happy to see you again, [Name]" He spoke, trying to act like his confession-sulking hadn't almost been exposed.

You didn't question what the topic had been before you interrupted, kind of regretting your hastiness to see Phainon. Your heart raced at the thought.

"Nice to see you as well, Phainon" You replied rigidly, a bit more awkward than usual, given how two of his friends were there. A brief glance towards their direction showed how Cyrene was watching the scene intently and it made you wanna bury yourself.

"Did you just get off work?" He asked, taking note of the bag you were carrying and the fact that you were wearing your coat. "Oh– you wouldn't mind sitting down, would you?"

His friendly demeanor was back, and the lag of his flustered-ness had diminished. He pulled the chair out next to him for you to sit down. And so you did.

March wasn't here yet, so you could.

You were about to speak, when Cyrene beat you to the act.

"So, lovebirds, I'm really curious ♪" Phainon almost winced at being referred to as lovebirds so openly. He shot Cyrene a pleading look and she only subtly giggled. "What do you see in, Phainon, [Name]?"

"Cyrene!"

"Hush, I'm speaking to your bride"

Your brain short-circuited. Did she have the wrong idea about you two? Well, not like you minded, but you wished you could be official and answer these questions instead of... whatever limbo you were in right now.

Chat im so cooked-

"Let's not interrogate, [Name], now." Castorice spoke up, a bit nervous. She must've been the only one who felt the tension at the loaded question. "She barely just met us, I doubt she would be comfortable answering that."

Oh what an angel—

Cyrene dramatically sighed and relented.

For now.

"Okay, fine, but when you two make it official, then I'm coming back to haunt you."

Honestly, neither you or Phainon knew how to respond to that. You wanted to die. Phainon was so ready to just walk out.

"Cyrene, your ability to embarrass everyone in a ten mile radius is uncanny" Phainon spoke dryly, looking exasperated as he slowly stood up.

"Before you embarrass me further, [Name] and I have places to be."

"We do—?"

Before you could react, his hand had taken yours and you stood up as well, following. Maybe it was for the best. You were all too awkward to stay.

Cyrene accepted it way too quickly, but regrettably, you didn't give it much thought. Neither did Phainon apparently as he dragged you away.

"Bye~♪ I'll inform March that you two went to spend some time together! Phainon, I know you're emotionally constipated, but please be gentle and use protection!"

Wait what—

"See you some other time!" You heard Castorice's voice call out. "Good luck!"

You had a feeling that wasn't meant for you, but for Phainon. You caught a glimpse of his expression. A pretty smile was on his lips, and his hand squeezed yours tighter.

You were so not okay.

Maybe it was time to tell him.

That you like him.

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A/N: sorry for the delayyyy, burnout has been a bitch. Dont scream at me for not making the confession this chapter pls

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