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Rockstar!Winter would be seen as a total heartbreaker and playgirl due to her emo aesthetic and talent, making her a heartthrob among the band's fans. However, when it comes to her crush— you—she would likely feel like a total loser and would do anything to get your attention.

You mentioned that you like girls who do volunteer work? She spent an entire week spamming links to different charities and donated almost all the money she earned from her job to them. You also said you preferred drummers over bassists? She begged to switch positions and become the drummer, even though she had never played the instrument before. You mentioned that she would look great with pigtails? They have become her signature look.

What else did she need to do to get your attention?

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Streamer!Giselle who accidentally revealed that she was in a relationship with you one day. While showing something on her phone, she displayed her home screen, which featured a picture of you two cuddling.

“Well, now that all of you have seen, yeah, I have a partner. We met at a party, we started talking and one thing led to another.”

Fans went wild when they learned that the most famous streamer had a partner—none other than the guitarist from the most renowned band. How did this unexpected combination come to be? She was a gamer, while you were a superstar. She spent her nights racing to complete speedruns and achieving no-hit runs, while you dedicated those same nights to performing hours of concerts.

“Hey chat, if someone is attending tonight’s concert, could you send pics of my lover? I wish I could attend, but I’m in Japan and the concert is in Italy.”

Once it was revealed, it came as a surprise to everyone that both of you decided to show off your relationship. She began attending more concerts of your band, and you made spontaneous appearances on her streams. Everyone was happy, but the happiest of all was Giselle, thrilled to finally show you off.

“Guys, I'm going to finish the stream. My superstar is returning and we are going to play the new video-game. I'm really lucky, aren’t I?”

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awww thank youuu, you are so sweet, also hello to you too!!!

[chokili]

『Just a joke?』

ʚ Genre: angst

ʚ Pairing: Sakai Moka x reader

ʚ Word count: 1.5k

It was noon on a bright winter’s day…There was a sharp snapping frost and the curls on Moka's temples and the down on her upper lip were covered with silvery frost. She was holding your arm as you two were standing on a high hill. From where you stood to the ground below there stretched a smooth sloping descent in which the sun was reflected as in a looking-glass. Beside you was a little sledge lined with bright red cloth.

"Let’s go down, Moka!" You said, your voice loud. "Only once! I promise you we’ll be fine."

But Moka was afraid. The slope from her little galoshes to the bottom of the ice hill seemed to her a terrible, immensely deep abyss. Her spirit failed her, and she held her breath as she looked down, when you merely suggested she get into the sledge, but what would it be if she were to risk flying into the abyss! She would die, she would go out of her mind.

"C’mon!" You said. "Don’t be afraid! You know it's poor-spirited, it's cowardly!"

Moka gave way at last, and from her face you saw that she gave way in mortal dread. You sat her in the sledge, pale and trembling, put your arm around her and with her cast yourself down the precipice. 

The sledge flew like a bullet. The air cleft by your flight beat in your faces, roared, whistled in your ears, tore at you, nipped you cruelly in its anger, tried to tear your heads off your shoulders. You had hardly the strength to breathe from the pressure of the wind. It seemed as though the devil himself had caught you in his claws and was dragging you with a roar to hell. Surrounding objects melted into one long furiously racing streak… another moment and it seemed you should perish.

"I love you, Moka!" You said in a low voice.

The sledge began moving more and more slowly, the roar of the wind and the whirr of the runners was no longer so terrible, it was easier to breathe, and at last you were at the bottom. Moka was more dead than alive. She was pale and scarcely breathing…You helped her to get up.

"Nothing will make me go again," she said, looking at you with wide eyes full of horror. "Nothing in the world! I almost died!"

A little later she recovered herself and looked deeply into your eyes, wondering had you really uttered those four words or had she fancied them in the roar of the hurricane. And you stood beside her looking attentively at your glove.??

She took your arm and you spent a long while walking near the ice-hill. The riddle evidently would not let her rest…Had those words been uttered or not?...Yes or no? Yes or no? It was the question of pride, or honour, of life - a very important question, the most important question in the world. Moka kept impatiently, sorrowfully looking into your face with a penetrating glance; she answered at random, waiting to see whether you would not speak. Oh, the play of feeling on that sweet face! You saw that she was struggling with herself, that she wanted to say something, to ask some questions, but she could not find the words; she felt awkward and frightened and troubled by her joy…

"You know what?" she said without looking at me.

"What?" you asked.

"Let’s… slide down again."

You clambered up the ice-hill by the steps again. You sat Moka, pale and trembling, in the sledge; again you flew into the terrible abyss, again the wind roared and the runners whirred, and again when the flight of your sledge was at its swiftest and noisiest, you said in a low voice:

"I love you, Moka!"

When the sledge stopped, Moka flung a glance at the hill down which you had both slid, then bent a long look upon your face, listened to your voice which was unconcerned and passionless, and the whole of her little figure, every bit of it, even her muff and her hood expressed the utmost bewilderment, and on her face was written: "What does it mean? Who uttered those words? Did you, or did I only imagine it?"

The uncertainty worried her and drove her out of all patience. The poor girl did not answer your questions, frowned, and was on the point of tears.

"Should we head home?" you asked.

"Well, I… I like this tobogganing," she said, flushing. "Shall we go down once more?"

She "liked" the tobogganing, and yet as she got into the sledge she was, as both times before, pale, trembling, hardly able to breathe for terror.

You went down for the third time, and you saw she was looking at your face and watching your lips. But you put my handkerchief to your lips, coughed, and when you reached the middle of the hill you succeeded in bringing out:

"I love you, Moka!"

And the mystery remained a mystery! Moka was silent, pondering on something… you saw her home, she tried to walk slowly, slackened her pace and kept waiting to see whether you would not say those words to her, and you saw how her soul was suffering, what effort she was making not to say to herself:

"It cannot be that the wind said them! And I don't want it to be the wind that says them!"

Next morning you got a little note:

"If you are tobogganing today, come for me. -Moka."

And from that day you began going every day tobogganing with Moka, and as you flew down in the sledge, every time you pronounced in a low voice the same words: "I love you, Moka!"

Soon Moka grew used to that phrase as to alcohol or drugs. She could not live without it. It is true that flying down the ice-hill terrified her as before, but now the terror and danger gave a peculiar fascination to words of love - words which as before were a mystery and tantalized the soul. The same two - the wind and I were still suspected… Which of the two was making love to her she did not know, but apparently by now she did not care; from which goblet one drinks matters little if only the beverage is intoxicating.

It happened you went to the skating-ground alone at noon; mingling with the crowd you saw Moka go up to the ice-hill and look about for me… then she timidly mounted the steps… She was frightened of going alone - oh, how frightened! She was white as the snow, she was trembling, she went as though to the scaffold, but she went, she went without looking back, resolutely. She had evidently determined to put it to the test at last: would those sweet amazing words be heard when you were not there? You saw her, pale, her lips parted with horror, got into the sledge, shut her eyes and said goodbye forever to the earth, set off… "Whrrr!" whirred the runners. Whether Moka heard those words you do not know. You only saw her getting up from the sledge looking faint and exhausted. And one could tell from her face that she could not tell herself whether she had heard anything or not. Her terror while she had been flying down had deprived her of all power of hearing, of discriminating sounds, of understanding.

But then the month of March arrived… The spring sunshine was more kind… Your ice-hill turned dark, lost its brilliance and finally melted. We gave up tobogganing. There was nowhere now where poor Moka could hear those words, and indeed no one to utter them, since there was no wind and you were going to Tokyo - for long, perhaps forever.

It happened two days before your departure. You were sitting in the dusk in the little garden which was separated from the yard of Moka's house by a high fence with nails in it… It was still pretty cold, there was still snow by the manure heap, the trees looked dead but there was already the scent of spring and the rooks were cawing loudly as they settled for their night's rest. You went up to the fence and stood for a long while peeping through a chink. You saw Moka come out onto the porch and fix a mournful yearning gaze on the sky… The spring wind was blowing straight into her pale dejected face… It reminded her of the wind which roared at you on the ice-hill when she heard those four words, and her face became very, very sorrowful, a tear trickled down her cheek, and the poor girl held out both arms as though begging the wind to bring her those words once more. And waiting for the wind you said in a low voice:

"I love you, Moka!"

Oh! The change that came over Moka! She smiled all over her face and looking joyful, happy and beautiful, held out her arms to meet the wind.

And you went off to pack up…

That was long ago. Now Moka is a famous kpop idol. That once you went tobogganing together, and that the wind brought her the words "I love you, Moka," is not forgotten; it is for her now the happiest, most touching, and beautiful memory in her life…

But now that you are older you cannot understand why you uttered those words, why didn’t you confess, what was your motive in that joke…