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lifeaftermeteor · 1 year

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The Fandom Binder

For those of you among the 'fandom olds,’ you may recall a time where we actually printed copies of art and fic we enjoyed - many of us being unable to create websites or save too many files to our computers at the time...long before the likes of Google Drive and AO3. This was back when fandom was nurtured by individually maintained series, ship, and/or character shrines connected by webrings like Anime Turnpike.

Some of us printed these fandom treasures and organized them in binders, now presumed lost to time and the trash heap years ago.

Well...rummaging around in my parents’ storage space, guess what I found. My fandom binder!

Apparently I had a thing for collages - I actually covered my half of my freshman dorm room in a much larger version of the above.

So come with me as we wade through my teenage fandom days...

The inside cover is a treat, with a quote meant to be terrifying and empowering (?) alongside a snarky comic about Gackt’s dick.

The first folder included only a TIME article on phobias, a few damning pages of notes from my high school calculus class on which I scribbled all my pent-up teenage angst and anger, and a printed out email flame (no joke) to someone who apparently my friends and I were having it out with.

We’ll skip those and jump into the actual fandom content.

First out of the gate is Digimon Adventure, which had grabbed me in 1999-2000 via the Fox Kids channel programming. We have here some print-outs of MST3K-ified (or “MSTied”) Digimon fic, most of which involved the Digi Destined serving in the roles of Mike/Joel and the bots. Such fics were initially permitted on Fanfiction.Net before they were purged alongside other content guideline updates between 2000-2005, since they were both (a) reposting someone else’s work and (b) script format.

This is followed by fanart printouts (Yamato was my clear favorite, second only to the amount of Taito I printed). And a saved note to a friend printed in computer class that extolled the fact that Odaiba is REAL.

I have no words. I can only assume that my little brain was just so used to stories in made up locations that the thought that the series would involve a real city just was too much for my little fangirl brain to handle.

Moving right along...

This note is followed by printouts of various fanart, predominantly of Yamato and the Taito ship. This is in turn followed by extensive planning, character costume designs, and inspiration art printed off of Elfwood (c.2001-2002) for the fantasy AU / isekai fic, The Realms (which, yes you can still apparently find the first two chapters of via FF.net).

After that, we also have a printed, separately bound copy of my first ‘official’ (i.e., posted) multi-chapter fanfiction, An Unexpected Death, which took about 1.5 years to write and upload...and is also still on FF.net

Moving past Digimon, we land in Gundam Wing territory. Like the previous section, we kick off with printouts of fics, art, and other fun things.

I apparently kept some notes passed between my friend and I. As was typical of the day, fans all interacted with the characters as if inhabiting the same universe. Emojis made regular appearances in our script-format notes (I also apparently shared half-formed plotbunnies via scripts).

We also had grand plans of co-authoring a “the GBoys are undercover at our high school” story, which was also common at the time among fellow fans. Here is the rough idea of the school schedule:

I also found some casting for a Matrix AU...

...and the makings of a roadtrip series of quintessential “American” locations:

We wrap it all up with some truly phenomenal crackfic by Celes Maxwell:

Closing out the remainder of the binder is some JRock fanservice, an autograph from Gillian Anderson (c.1998), and a random table of contents that only had empty pages or nothing behind them. Presumably all these sections had more content, but I can say without a doubt they are GONE at this point.

So yeah, that’s my fandom binder, put to good use between 1998-2004. Show me yours!

#fandom #fandom history #digimon adventure #gundam wing #old fandom

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yukikorogashi · 5 months

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Tag nine people you'd like to know better!

FAVORITE COLOR(S): Green and Purple

FAVORITE FLAVORS(S): Salty (A little-a spicy)

FAVORITE MUSIC: R&B, Funk, Acid Jazz, EDM, Soul, Electronic Rock, Alternative Rock and Jrock

FAVORITE MOVIE(S): The Lord of the Rings trilogy, Christopher Nolan's Dark Knight Trilogy, Austin Powers, Rush Hour 1 and 2, The Naked Gun Trilogy, Longest Yard, Elf, Dracula: Dead and Loving It!, Scary Movie 3, Space Balls, Legally Blonde and Romy and Michelle

FAVORITE SERIES: Friends, IASIP, Fresh Prince of Bel Air, The Office (US Version), Blackadder, The Nanny, What We Do In The Shadows, Abbott Elementary, Netflix's Sandman Series-- Animated shows not included here or we will be here for awhile

LAST SONG: ポルカドットスティングレイ「ICHIDAIJI」

LAST SERIES: Frieren: Beyond Journey's End

LAST MOVIE: Wonka

CURRENTLY READING: Just some fanfiction

CURRENTLY WATCHING: Switching between Frieren: Beyond Journey's End, Spy X Family and JJK atm

CURRENTLY WORKING ON: Writing and Drawing

tagged by: @princeofnimbus and @uppermoonkoku!!! Thank you so much, my sweetpeas! 💕❤️😭

tagging: @bubblybabins @garlculean @giraffeiisms @phonokinetix @kyukicho @heedingcalls @quirofiliac @thusspoke @honoosenshi @zangyo @chiratsuku and whoever else who has read this and wants to do it-- DO IT, PLEASE! 👀💕

#❄️ MUNDAY ❄️#❄️ QUEUE ❄️

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berenwrites · 1 year

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The Truth About Tasha

Greetings lovelies, I’m Tasha (Natasha Duncan-Drake or Beren/Beren Writes in my fandom incarnation | she/her) an author and fanfic writer and below you will find all of my places on the interwebs💖. I've been on Tumblr for many years, but took a long break and came back when Twitter went bottom up to be pleasantly surprised with how everything had improved. (P.S. Me on Pillowfort TashaDDrake)

All my fanfic on AO3

Current fandoms - Stanger Things, The Old Guard, Måneskin

Older fandoms - Harry Potter, Tokio Hotel, Jrock, Figure Skating, Merlin, MCU, Teen Wolf and many, many more.

Fic also posted to Tumblr listed at the bottom for those who prefer to read here.

Tales with Tasha - My YouTube Channel

Free Fiction for all ages, mostly shorts, but with longer fiction interspersed as well. If you enjoy the fiction, please subscribe, it would make me very happy 😘.

Virginia Waytes Sexy Stories

Paranormal adult stories set in The Manor, an adult club staffed by those of a supernatural persuasion. Free Podcast with an accompanying Book Series.

All My Books

Paranormal, horror, sci-fi, mystery, fantasy - all lengths, YA to adult with LGBTQIA titles in the mix.

Social Media

LinkTree | Twitter | Facebook | Blog

My Fanfiction Posted on Tumblr

(will also all be on AO3 with lots more not posted there)

Stranger Things

(link to masterlist of all ST fics with summaries)

Chaptered:

Whole New Us: Trauma Bonded & Beyond - Steddie (COMPLETE) - ~57K wds (26 ch) - Teen (with mature options) - (also on AO3)

Beyond the Battle: Action & Consequence - Steddie (COMPLETE) - PG13 - ~108K wds (46 ch) (Also on AO3)

Dreams in the Night: But Vampires Aren't an Upside Down Thing - Steddie (COMPLETE) ~18.5K wds (9 ch) - Explicit - (also on AO3)

Oneshots:

Secret Lover: A Vampire Eddie Short - Steddie - ~1Kwds - Mature - (on AO3 too)

In His Kiss: The Trouble With Vampire Tendencies - Steddie - ~2.5K wds - PG13 - (on AO3 too)

So Sweet: Hard to Begrudge Love - Steddie - ~400 wds - G - (on AO3 too)

Connections: Voice from the Other World - Steddie - ~2K wds - PG - (on AO3 too)

So Sorry: Through No Fault of His Own - Steddie - ~1.8K wds - PG - (on AO3 too)

Freaks: What the World Sees - Steddie - ~1K wds - PG - (on AO3 too)

Summertime Love - Steddie - PG - 311wds (on AO3 too)

For Love - Steddie - PG - 548wds (on AO3 too)

Guardian at the Gate - Steddie - PG - 387wds (on AO3 too)

Magnificent - Steddie - G - 508wds (on AO3 too)

Reborn: Facing the Unexpected - Steddie - PG - 404wds (on AO3 too)

Wake-up Call: An End or a Beginning? - Steddie - PG - 404wds (on AO3 too)

Strange Relationship: Of Sex and Revelations - Steddie - Explicit - 404wds (on AO3 too)

Caring: Now It's Your Turn - Steddie - G - 593wds (also on AO3)

Revelation: A Heart-Stopping Reality - Steddie - G - 1396wds (also on AO3)

A Small Thing: The Truth Hurts - Steddie - T - 956wds (also on AO3)

Falling: Who Will Catch Me? - Steddie - PG - 509wds (also on AO3)

See Me: In the Silence - Steddie - G - 309wds (also on AO3)

Still Oneshots - New list because Tumblr complained ;)

Quiet: But Far From Idle - Steddie - G - 627wds (also on AO3)

Arms of Love: Whatever You Need - Steddie - G - 678wds (also on AO3)

Closure: Rifts & Reactions - Steddie - G - 836wds - (also on AO3)

Late Again?: Love Is Too Compelling! - Steddie - PG - 980wds - (also on AO3 soon)

Always and Forever: Love Finds a Way - Steddie - G - 1237wds - (also on AO3)

Best Present Ever - Steddie - G - 290wds

#Natasha Duncan-Drake #About Me #Social Media links #fanfiction #youtube #stranger things #steddie

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nightmarist · 1 year

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🥳 for the fanfic ask prompts!!

🥳 Why did you start writing fanfic?

I've always written stories as a kid. It was one of my main outlets of as isolated as I was growing up. I wrote about dragon-slaying knights and wizards in towers stories as a kid since I grew up on a lot of fantasy, and eventually fanfiction about Jak & Daxter, Digimon, Inuyasha, Yu Yu Hakusho, and VK/JRock bands before I knew what fanfiction was. My favorite silly fic I wrote a loooot about (for a child) was a YYH/Digimon crossover where they turned into Digimon when they crossed into the "Digital kai" lmao

I illustrated a bunch of my stories as a tween and teen, i wish I still had some of those drawings, but my parents never wanted to read them so I started giving them to my teachers.

A Yu Yu Hakusho crack fic was the first fic I read trying to look for pictures to print online for like, a binder or notebook or something haha. I saw that people wrote stories to share with other people who actually liked them, so thats what I started doing.

I had a FFnet account and Quizilla account, but didnt dive too deep in LiveJournal.

Thanks !!

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eponastory · 3 months

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Soooo...

I'm taking a break from Devil May Cry for a bit.

Why?

Final Fantasy 7 has entered the chat.

Long story short, I found the old files for a story I wrote way back when (I was 18?), which I kinda want to revamp to FF7Remake and upcoming Rebirth.

Keep in mind I was going through a serious Jrock phase in my life at that time and well... I had a friend that I bonded with over this and also fell in love with Genesis because he was essentially Gackt (hey, I was a teenager, don't judge me!). I still have fond feelings for Genesis (not because of Gackt, but as a character) now that I completely understand what his story really is.

Anyway, this hyperfixation on fandoms coming and going is totally my ADHD and honestly, I'm burned out on DMC right now (until news about the anime comes out or a release date) and I need to switch gears for a little bit. Gotta shake off the cobwebs of useless words and plot lines that built up in my head for DMC. It's okay, I'll be back to it eventually. It may be a week, a month, or five years (if my track record stands because I still have some unfinished Assassins Creed business out there that have been sitting for... well three years now). This is just how it goes for me.

It's burnout and writers block that drives me to revisit other fandoms until I can get back into the unfinished projects. I'm sure I'm not the only one who does this. It happens to a good bit of fanfiction writers. And of course, I'm still working on my original works too.

With that being said, Evan's blog will still be updated. More blogs might appear, I don't know, I'm kinda insane at the moment.

#and there goes my sanity #taking a break #devil may cry fanfiction #devil may cry #dmc #fanfic #final fantasy vii #trade off

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ao3feed-tolkien · 1 year

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Raison d’être

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/QxKpYiz

by metallikita666

Fanfiction de The Gallo, Marco, Merry y Dir en Grey.

La figura poliamorosa entre Rei, Jojo y Gara enfrenta el cuestionamiento interno cada vez más recurrente de si en verdad se trata solo de una relación de tres. Kyo, maestro de Gara y su amante más antiguo, aparece como una constante simbólica para los otros dos, por más que ellos renieguen de ese hecho. Gara, por su lado, no tiene ningún problema en reconocer la ubicuidad de su embeleso por el vocalista de Dir en Grey: tanto así, que su más reciente excentricidad consistió en pedirles a los chicos una mujer lo suficientemente parecida, a quien poder llamar su Kyoko.

Este es un relato de sexo en trío (MFM), con interacciones bisexuales, sumisión/dominancia y juegos de rol.

Words: 3898, Chapters: 1/3, Language: Español

Series: Part 3 of La Oveja, el Gallo y el Cordero

Fandoms: Visual Kei - Fandom, japanese music - Fandom, Japanese Rock, Dir en grey, Merry - Fandom, THE GALLO (Band), 9allo, ギャロ, マルコ | Marco (Band), マルコ, threesome - Fandom, MFM - Fandom, Kyo (Dir en grey) - Fandom, Jrock

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Rei (Marco), Jojo (THE GALLO), Gara (Merry)

Relationships: Jojo (THE GALLO)/Rei (Marco)

Additional Tags: role play, Original Character(s), bisexual threesome, Threesome - F/M/M

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/QxKpYiz

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #Tolkien #JRR Tolkien #Tolkien works #ao3 #fan fiction

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momo-vibes · 2 years

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Now I'm just a 23 years old Brazilian girl who loved Tumblr in 2012/2013. Some my old favs account here doesn't exist anymore. I always used interact with English accounts, but Brazil seems not exist here anymore. Saaad. I know my writer in English isn't brilliant, but I want my Tumblr alive AGAIN. Animes, kpop, books, series, FFXV, fanfiction, Shadowhunters, jrock, jpop, J and L culture... (Brazilian or not) Please, show yourself!

#kpop #animes #brazilian #fantasy books #ffxv #fanfic #fanfiction #house of the dragon #game of thrones

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meeedeee · 2 years

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Разбитые мечты

Fandoms: Music RPF, Rock Music RPF, Real Person Fiction, Jrock

No Archive Warnings Apply

Kikkawa Kouji

Hotei Tomoyasu

Himuro Kyousuke

Okamura Yasuyuki

Ozaki Yutaka

Watanabe Shin

Don't copy to another site

Fandom Kombat 2022

Fanfiction

Angst

Band Fic

Slice of Life

Romance

RPS - Freeform

RPF

Flashbacks

Swearing

Cussing

Embedded Video

Implied/Referenced Drug Use

Musicians

Implied/Referenced Character Death

Canonical Character Death

Когда же все впервые услышали о Киккаве Коджи?

(Feed generated with FetchRSS) source https://archiveofourown.org/works/40657650

#ao3feed #fanvid

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thegazettefanfiction · 5 years

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The New Roadie (Uruha)

“Hey, (Y/n)! Can you bring me an A string? This one just snapped.”

“Sure!”

“(Y/n), I need your help over here!”

“Okay!”

“(Y/n)! Can you grab some coffee for me?”

“Yes, sir!”

Uruha’s bandmates watched the scenario with mild amusement, occasionally blinking owlishly as they watched the girl walk in and out of the green room. This became something they’d been seeing almost every day. With the commencement of their first tour, everyone was working hard; and that includes the new roadie (Y/n).

It all started when the management thought it would be a good idea to hire some roadies, seeing that they were lacking some manpower for the upcoming tours, especially when plans regarding the world tour were still in progress. They began scouting for volunteers, and in less than a week, their inbox was flooded with hundreds of applications. But after narrowing down the applications, they’d only accepted a total of fifteen roadies.

(Y/n) was part of the crew. Not long she moved to Tokyo, where her once laidback lifestyle became as hectic as the busy citizens hastily walking along the famous, busiest crossing of the heart of Tokyo. Had she knew that cost of living was going to be higher than what she was used to in her hometown, she wouldn’t have happened to be in need of a part-time job to earn a little extra. She was desperate enough to consider working at a fast food restaurant like Sukiya or Matsuya, but another part of her felt that such an odd job wouldn’t give her the opportunity she deserved. She craved something more than taking orders from customers or scanning the barcodes of groceries and totalling up the price.

“Why not work as a roadie?” suggested her friend, one day. The two girls were sitting inside Genki Sushi having lunch.

“A roadie?” she repeated dubiously. “Where did that idea come from?”

“I know someone who works in a record label called HERESY Inc.,” began (Friend’s name). She whipped out a black iPhone 6 protected by a cyan silicone case and unlocked it. She began to dig up the information she needed to share while scrolling through a chat feed. “Apparently, a band named the GazettE is recruiting some roadies for their tours.”

“What do I have to do?” inquired (Y/n), who was now interested in the job.

“I’m not too sure,” replied her friend. “But I’ll forward the link so you can have a look if you're interested. Generally, you travel with them on tour and handle every part of the concert productions.” Once the link was sent, she put down her phone and picked up her chopsticks to continue eating the remaining sushi on their plates. “I think it's a good choice for you since you’ve been complaining about the jobs offered around here. And I think it’s good for you to broaden your network. You may never know who you’re going to meet.”

If only they knew of such foreshadow.

Fast forward to almost a fortnight since she applied and was accepted for the job. Here she was going up and down the venue carrying out her tasks, whether it was bringing an extra towel or a bottle of water, unloading the equipment, or on some occasions, she had to help out with the makeup and costumes. Though she knew what she was signing up for, she didn’t expect this amount of tedious work, but she couldn’t complain about it; not that she had anything to complain about.

After a while, (Y/n) returned to the green room with a cup of steaming hot coffee. “Here you go,” she said, passing the paper cup to the guitarist. “Be careful. It’s hot.”

He accepted the drink and smiled, saying, “Good work, (Y/n). You can go and have a rest now. I’ll call you back in about fifteen minutes.”

“Thank you,” With a bow, (Y/n) left for her break, not noticing his gaze fixated on her retreating figure while he sipped the hot latte.

His bandmates were watching the whole scene from the side and finally decided to step in. “Okay,” called Aoi. “What was that all about, loverboy?”

“What do you mean?” questioned Uruha.

Ruki sat on the sofa and crossed his arms over his chest. “Don’t think your lovey-dovey look can escape us,” he said with a teasing smirk. “We’ve been noticing that you keep bossing the new roadie around ever since she got here. What’s up with that?”

“What are you trying to imply?” responded the guitarist with a tone that he didn't seem to realise it confirmed what his bandmates were suspecting.

“Ah-ha!” exclaimed Reita excitedly, pointing at his friend with his index finger. “I hear denial coming from you! So you were trying to get cosy with the new roadie.”

“Not to mention,” continued the grinning Kai, who was enjoying the confrontation a little too much than what he planned. “You even requested to have her assigned to you as a personal assistant.”

“We know you’ve had eyes on her for a while now,” added Ruki, whose smirk hadn’t faltered even a slight. “And among the five of us, you’ve been talking to her an unusual amount for someone you met for less than two weeks.”

Uruha felt his face became hotter. Was he really blushing at this point? Was he really having a crush on the new, young roadie? Maybe his bandmates were right, now that he thought about it.

When (Y/n) joined them on their NINTH PHASE #03 tour, he was somewhat drawn to her. It was weird, considering the fact that he knew her for less than ten minutes at that time, and he couldn't pinpoint what made him attracted to her. Maybe it was that youthful exuberance, or the air of elegance that seemingly shrouded her. Whatever it was, she definitely caught his attention.

His mind was occupied by these questions that he realised neither the cup of coffee that had been cooled down nor the guitarist inspecting his face up close.

“He’s blushing,” he noted in a playful manner, making Uruha snap out of his thoughts. “So our guess is correct, then.”

The latter merely sighed, sipping the rest of the coffee before turning to leave the room. “Think whatever pleases you,” he said, giving in. “Just don't do anything funny.”

Unfortunately, he didn’t catch their smirks, nor did he hear someone murmur, “No promises.”

After a series of successful live shows in Tokyo and Fukuoka, it was time for the band to proceed to Fukuoka. Just like their previous shows, everyone worked hard to deliver the best show for the band’s adoring fans. Fortunately, the hours of rehearsal paid off, for the live show was just as good as their previous ones. Everyone was happy and had lots of fun during the show.

(Y/n) was packing up her belongings when she heard someone call her name, making her look up to see the leader of the band smiling, showing his prominent dimples.

“Kai-san,” she greeted back with a smile. She let go of her bag to stand straight and face him properly. “Is there anything you’d like me to help you with?”

“Oh, no!” he assured. “Actually, we were thinking of going out for dinner and decided to invite you. Wanna join us?”

(Y/n)’s smile widened. “Sure!” she replied. “Let me get the rest of my things.”

“Okay!” was Kai’s response before leaving her to continue what she was doing. Unfortunately for dear little (Y/n), she didn’t see the drummer turning to the rest of the bandmates - excluding one particular guitarist - and whispered, “Mission, started!”

Later that night, (Y/n) was standing outside the venue dressed in a dark blue coat and a white beanie keeping her head warm. It was a cold February night, not even those pieces of clothing could keep her warm.

I knew it was a bad idea to not wear another shirt, she thought. A sudden gush of cold wind blew, making her shiver.

Just then, she felt something warm wrapped around her neck, prompting her to look up and see a concerned Uruha holding a red scarf.

“Take care,” he advised. “We wouldn’t want you to fall sick while still on tour.”

(Y/n) merely blushed, and it wasn’t just the wool scarf that gave her a bit of warmth. “Thank you,” she said meekly. But it didn’t take long for her to realise that she was alone with him. “Um, where are the others?”

Uruha kept silent for a short while before replying, “They suddenly said they couldn’t join.”

“What happened?” she asked worriedly. “Did they become sick?”

“Apparently,” was all he could say. But if he could heave a huge sigh, he would. He should’ve known they dare to invite him and (Y/n) for dinner separately, and then go missing once they meet.

What are they? he thought. A bunch of high school boys?

“That’s a shame,” said (Y/n), sighing.

Uruha glanced at the girl, taking in her appearance as he thought about what his bandmates said. Maybe he did have a crush on her. If that was true, then this might be a blessing in disguise. Think about it. He would have the chance to get to know her better without having anyone interfering them.

Taking in a deep breath, he blurted, “Well, we can just go and have dinner ourselves. If you don’t mind, that is.”

(Y/n) looked up with surprise, and Uruha swore he could see her cheeks turned a darker shade of red. “S-Sure!” she stammered.

So off they went for a nice dinner at Motsunabe Yamanaka Honten, where they get to know each other better over a steaming pot of motsunabe that warmed their bodies on a winter night; from their backgrounds to interests to future plans. They learn about things they never knew, and this night allowed them to get closer to each other.

It was also at that moment when Uruha realised why he was attracted to her. No matter the job, she constantly strived to challenge herself into learning new things and doing better than when she first attempted; and she didn’t complain about anything. He wanted to see more of the passion that lit her eyes when she did her work. He liked how he shared her experience with her friends with excitement instead of dread. Perhaps that was why he made her get the things he could’ve gotten them himself so that he could ask her more about how her day went, hoping that she would reply in the same enthusiasm.

Soon, the night was over with some laughter over a bottle of warm sake. After paying the bill, Uruha walked her back all the way to her hotel room. Standing in front of the room door, she turned around to look at him and said, “Thank you for dinner, Uruha-san. It was nice to know you more.”

“You’re welcome,” he assured, although he didn’t expect to blurt out the next sentence. “I hope we can do this more in the future.”

(Y/n) raised a brow, as a red blush tinted her cheeks. “Well,” she began shyly. “I wouldn’t mind.”

Uruha looked at her with surprise. He thought he would lose his chance when he said that last sentence, but she actually took his offer. Could this night get any better?

“I’ll see you in the morning,” she said, snapping him out of his thoughts to see that she had already unlocked her room door.

“Yeah!” was his initial response. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” she responded with a smile, walking into the room and shutting the door behind her.

Is she the one for him? He wouldn’t know just yet, but with the way things were, he felt contented to take things slow and steady. A goofy smile plastered on his face, and he began to make his way back to his room, where he found his bandmates - who somehow managed to sneak into his room - waiting to interrogate him.

This is going to be a long night, he thought with an inward sigh. But hey! He had to thank his mischievous friends for it.

#the GazettE #Uruha #Jrock fanfiction #the GazettE fanfiction #fanfiction #Visual Kei

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henjin-kikou · 6 years

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A year later, I’ve finally updated my fic, my lamb and martyr, featuring Gara, Yuu, Kyo, and now, Kiyoharu!

Title: my lamb and martyr Chapter Summary: Gara has second thoughts about his encounter with Yuu and he’s left to make the ultimate decision between his desires and his future. However, at his breaking point, he’s picked up by his old friend Kiyoharu, who helps solve his problems in his own unique way. Chapters: 3/? Fandom: MERRY/Dir en grey/Kuroyume Pairing (chapter): Kiyoharu/Gara/Yuu Genre: lots of angst & moar buttfucking :v Word Count (ch3): 4656 Rating: Explicit for some buttfucking~

♥ Read on AO3 ♥

#jrock fanfiction #jrock fanfics #gara #kiyoharu #merry #kuroyume #visual kei #jrock #suji writes

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jlsjrockfanfictions · 6 years

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Hate - Kana (Comodo Dragon)

(For Anon! ~JLS)

“Move, asshole!” you snap, pushing Kana out of the way.

“Fuck you, bitch. You’re not the boss of me!” Kana snaps back, flipping you off.

You growl and stomp off to an open spot next on the wall next to the door, muttering curses at the handsome guitarist.

You’ve had a crush on Kana since you met him two years ago. Problem is, he’s an asshole! You accidentally threw away a guitar string that to you, and three others including his tech, thought was broken. Kana lost his shit. He yelled at you for 30 minutes straight, telling you that if you were going to be Comodo Dragon’s assistant you were not allowed to touch his things unless he personally asked you to.

You had nodded along with his yelling, your head down and eyes focused on your ripped up, black low-tops. As soon as he had stopped yelling you dashed off outside and sat in the van and cried. Yume came out not long after and told you that Kana hadn’t meant anything by it. He told you a story about a past assistant who had thrown out an entire box of new guitar strings and how it had cost them hundreds to replace them.

“Kana’s just particular about his things. Don’t worry think too much about it. He’s a nice guy I promise,” Yume said before patting you on the head and heading back inside.

You had gone out right then and bought Kana a new string. You didn’t think you could face him, so you sat it gently on his guitar and shuffled away.

The next day, you had walked out of your hotel room with no makeup on and had bumped into Kana. He had made a remark that he liked the way your eyeliner made your eye’s look, but to you, it sounded like he was telling you to go put makeup on. You glared at the brunette, cursed him out in your mother tongue and stomped off back to your room, your confidence nearly non-existent. From then on, you made sure to never leave your room without makeup on.

You had tried making up with him, but your words got jumbled and you ended up insulting him. He had pushed passed you angrily, knocking you to the ground and spilling your coffee all over you in the process. That had been the last straw.

From that day on, the two of you have been at each other’s throat.

In Kana’s eyes, you were a bitch who didn’t know how to take a compliment.

In your eyes, Kana was the asshole who made you give up on ever getting, or wanting, a boyfriend.

The two of you tried to avoid each other as much as possible, but that’s hard when you are stuck in a van for hours on end, for months at a time.

“Would you two cut it out?!” MeN-MeN yells, covering his ears like a little kid. “I’m sick of you idiots fighting! It’s been two years! Get over yourselves!”

“I will be civil when Kana decides to stop being an asshole,” you mutter.

“I’ll stop being an asshole the second you stop being a bitch,” he mutters back.

You glare at Kana from your spot next to the door. He glares right back. The two of you keep it up until CD’s manager calls you out for something and Hayato calls Kana for rehearsal. You slip out the door and walk next to CD’s manager, listening to what he needs you to do. When he’s finished, he heads to the stage to watch the rehearsal and you head out back to the van to get it organized.

You open up the back of the van and let out a heavy breath at the mess before you. You pull your hair up and set your hands on your hips.

“Where to begin,” you mutter, searching for the best place to start cleaning.

Once you have your course of action planned out, you head to the front of the van to grab a trash bag. That’s when you feel a sharp pain in the back of your head, and everything goes black.

~~~

You wake to the sound of a familiar male voice yelling, and the sound of feet hitting pavement. Your eyes flutter open at the same time someone slides their arms under you and lifts you up. You look up trying to make out who is carrying you, but you’re having trouble because of your blurry vision.

“Hmm?” you hum, “What happened?”

“Shh,” you hear the familiar male voice whisper. “You’re hurt. Try not to talk, sweetheart.”

You feel your face heat up at the unfamiliar pet name. You put all of your brain power into clearing your vision so you can see who is carrying you. Your vision clears all at once and a terrible headache pounds through your head. You groan and bury your face in the neck of the man carrying you. You feel his hold on you tighten and tighten your own hold on him.

That’s when you notice his scent. A very good smelling cologne you smelled just a bit ago.

“Kana?” you ask.

“Didn’t I tell you to shush? Until we figure out what happened, and just how injured you are, it’s better if you don’t talk,” he says softly, no malice apparent in his voice at all.

Taken aback by his soft tone, you do as you’re told.

Soon enough, Kana is sitting, you still clutched against his chest as if you are something precious to him. You feel your eyes begin to close again and hear Kana’s panicked voiced call out to you.

~~~

You wake up again what seems like hours later. You take a second to assess where you are. You feel the rough yet cushy feeling of couch cushions pushed against your back. Casting your gaze to the right confirms your thought as you see the back of the couch there. You feel something wrapped around your head and slowly reach up to touch it.

“Don’t!” a voice commands.

Your hand drops immediately, landing on your side. You look to your left to see who got onto you, to see a sweaty Kana standing in the doorway, drinking out of a water bottle.

“Kana? What happened?” you ask as you attempt to sit up.

You wince at the sound of your voice, husky and rough from the hours of unuse.

Kana huffs out a sigh and makes his way over to you. He holds his water bottle out to you and you accept it gratefully. Once your fingers have closed around the bottle, Kana slides his arm under your back and helps you sit up. He then slides behind you once you have sat up so that he can help keep you up.

“You were outside cleaning the van. Someone came up behind you and hit you over the head with something. We caught the guy and he’s being interrogated,” Kana says, his voice unusually soft.

You take a drink from the opened water bottle, trying not to focus on the fact that Kana’s lips had been where yours are just a few minutes ago.

“You helped me,” you say, pulling the bottle from your lips. “Why?”

Kana sighs, letting his head fall back against the back of the couch.

“Because I don’t actually hate you, ________. I only treat you the way I do because I had figured I fucked up any chance I had with you the second I yelled at you,” Kana confesses after a pregnant silence.

You look at him over your shoulder, your mouth agape.

“You don’t hate me?” you whisper.

“God no,” Kana snorts, “You’re fucking beautiful, not to mention a complete sweetheart. You think I don’t notice how much everything I say to you hurts you? I hate myself every time I see you wince at something I say. I abhor myself forever hurting you in the first place. I tried to compliment you that morning at the hotel, you know that right? I was trying to tell you that your eyeliner really makes your eyes stand out. I wasn’t telling you you weren’t pretty, you’re fucking gorgeous with or without makeup. I could care less if you wear it.”

You stare at Kana in complete awe, confused by the man sitting in front of you. This man who shares the same face as the man who has called you “bitch” for the last two years, who has made your job a pain for the last two years. But this is not the same man. Same face? Yes. Same attitude? Hell no.

“What changed?” you ask, your voice just above a whisper.

“Huh?” Kana asks.

“What changed? Why are you being so nice all of a sudden?” you ask, spinning around so you can face him.

Kana sighs.

“You could have died today. If that man had hit you any harder than he did, or if we had come a second too late, you would have died. Seeing you laying limp on the ground in a pool of your own blood scared the shit out of me. I hadn’t realized just how much I had fallen in love with you in the last two years. You being hurt today put everything in perspective. If you would let me, I’d like a second chance,” he says, staring into your eyes.

You nod.

“I can allow that,” you say.

“Thank you,” Kana says, “How about we start all the way over.” Kana holds his hand out to you, “My name is Kana, I’m the guitarist for Comodo Dragon. And you are?”

You take his large hand in your smaller one and say,

“________. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Kana.”

#Kana #Comodo Dragon #Kana Comodo Dragon #Jrocker x you #Jrock fanfiction

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Summary: Does your ex-boyfriend still care about you?

Warnings: Angst, couple of swear words, mention of injury

Pairing: Masato (Coldrain) x Reader

Word Count: 1,5k

A/N: English and Japanese are not my first language, so there’s a possibility of grammatical error. Gif’s not mine.

Working on the same place as your ex was not easy, especially when you thought you moved on already, but you couldn’t help but feel something every time you see him.

Masato David Hayakawa. That name brings a lot of memories for you.

You dated him for a couple of years and everything crumbled because of misunderstanding that at the end of the day, both of you never really had a chance to talk about. It was more of a shouting and screaming kind of breakup.

But here you were, tour managing a smaller band that would open the show for his band, Coldrain, on their international tour. You couldn’t choose but spent a lot of time facing him, and he gave you cold, awkward stare every time.

Seeing him everyday made you spent some of your nights wonder if he ever missed you, or if he ever wrote songs about you. You know your thoughts were dangerous, but you just couldn’t help it.

All thoughts aside, you tried to work your ass off everyday to provide what your band needed. The task included running around the venue, hotel, and tour bus to make sure the show ran smoothly and the band members were safe and comfortable.

Today was no different. You were running back to where the bandwagon was parked, because your vocalist forgot to bring his microphone to the venue for the sound check, when suddenly you hit something solid, and you felt yourself dropped to the floor. You were landing on a wrong foot, and almost instantly felt the pain it caused. You swore without even thinking.

“Gomen.” Said the solid thing that turned out to be someone, instead of something.

The voice sounded so familiar, it sent chills to your bones.

“It’s okay.” You replied shortly. And coldly.

Masato offered his hand to help you, but you ignored it. You tried to stand up on your own but the searing pain on your ankle made you fell back. You swore again.

“Are you okay?”

Yes, of course. Can’t you see? The sarcastic words almost rolled out of your tongue.

“Yes, I’m fine, Masato-san.”

Masato-san. He hated how you spitted the word. It sounded bitter and distance. You used to call him only by his name, without any honorific title like the Japanese usually do.

He reached for your elbow and slowly helped you getting up on your feet and took you to a nearest bench to sat you there.

“I said I’m okay.” You tried to let go of his hands. God, his warm skin felt familiar and you hated it.

“Stop fighting me, Y/N!” He replied harshly. “Let me see how bad your ankle is.”

He rolled up your jeans, and stopped suddenly.

“My God, Y/N. You’re…” He closed his eyes and sighed. “Do you even eat?” That was rude and Masato knew that. He just couldn’t help saying that when he saw your bony figure. Being blunt to you was always his best quality. A pain made of worry and guilt struck him in the chest. Do I cause this?

You’ve been skinny your whole life, but this past few months you felt like you lost your appetite, because of what happened to you and Masato. Heartbreak is a bitch. Besides, you have to work harder than before because one of the band’s crews were quitting, so you lost a few pounds of your weight.

“Stop that!” you almost screamed at him. “Stop making me think that you’re actually care about me!”

“Of course I do care about you, Y/N.” he tried so hard to make his voice sounded calm. He wouldn’t let his emotion got the best of him. Again.

You laughed bitterly. Your tears almost dropped when you said, “well, yeah. Good luck trying to convince me about it.”

With that you stood up and slowly walked to the bus and spent a good 10 minutes cried your heart out in your bunk before went out to handed your vocalist’s microphone.

For a few days after the incident, you felt like you were being watched. Masato’s eyes were observing you like a hawk, especially during meal time. That made you feel uncomfortable but warm at the same time. Nevertheless, you avoided eye contact with him.

If he wasn’t in the room, then you felt like someone else was watching you. Even his band mates and crew often asked if you have eaten, or offered you snacks. Some like Sugi and Katsu even shoved rolls of sushi and bowls of ramen down your throat. You knew Masato was behind all of this and it made you furious. You hated to think that he was still actually care about you, because it made your heart flattered with hope, and harder to move on.

Your foot, on the other hand, just made a little progress of getting better because you still had to do your job running around the venue. The bands also had to move around from one city to another every night, so it was almost impossible to get the chance to meet a doctor.

It was almost midnight and you were still in the venue, making sure that nothing was left behind by the bands and crew. Most of the people you worked with were already left to the hotel to rest. You were walking slowly, limping, stopping every once in a while when you felt the pain was too much, when suddenly someone grabbed your arm and put it on top of their shoulders. Masato grinned at you and you wanted to slap it off of his face.

“Let’s sit here.” He said, pointed to one of a couch that was situated in the room.

“What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be back at the hotel and rest.”

He sat you on the couch and knelt in front of you.

“Ah..still care about me too, I see.” His grin got wider.

“I practically work for you at this point. So it’s only professional”

“Whatever makes you sleep at night, Y/N.” His grin turned into a full smile this time.

“Why do you do that?” you asked him grimly.

“Do what?”

“Ask people to watch me if I have enough food in my mouth, and if I get enough sleep, and ---“

“You told me to convince you that I am still care about you, didn’t you?”

“It makes me uncomfortable!” You threw your hands up in the air. “Besides, if you really do care, do it yourself! Don’t go bother your friends just to spy on me.”

“Fine, then let me show you right now.”

It feels like déjà vu. He knelt in front of you, rolled up your jeans.

“Let me see your ankle.” He said softly.

He took off your shoes, and his expression shifted. The grin was gone and his face turned to be serious.

“You should really go see a doctor, you know.”

Your foot was swollen and bruised. It was almost sickening to see.

“I will. Just not now. We’re busy.”

“It’s typical you, Y/N.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Your job, and other people’s comfort are always number one for you. Think about yourself once in a while, will you?” His voice was soft, almost like a plea.

Tears threaten to spill out of your eyes. Is this real? Does he really care about me?

You hanged your head low, avoided his eyes that looked at you intensely.

“This is going to be hurt, but it will help.” His hand touched your cheek, still looking at you.

He then put some pressure on your ankle and you yelped. Your hands instantly grabbed his shoulders, and you couldn’t hold your tears any longer.

Your faces were only inches apart. You could feel his breath fanning over your face. You could see how smooth his skin was. You could see his familiar lips, the one that used to kiss you until you fell asleep. And you cried even harder because you just realized how much you missed him.

“Please don’t cry, Y/N.” his hands found its way back to your cheeks and wiped your tears. He touched his forehead to yours.

“I’m sorry.” His words were low, almost like a whisper.

You laughed softly in between your tears. “For trying to help me fix my ankle?”

But he didn’t laugh back. He shook his head, and said, “For everything.”

Then slowly, he touched his lips on yours. You kissed him back almost instantly, hands grabbed his soft, blond hair. You could feel his smile between the kiss, and it made you smile too. You didn’t know how many minutes passed while you were kissing, but you did know that your hearts were light, yet full at the same time.

“Do you forgive me?” Masato asked you, eyes full of hope.

“I still need to think about it.” You grinned, tried to tease him.

He gave you a soft chuckle. “No, you’re right. You should really think about it. And we should talk about what happened between us.”

“Yeah, sure, later. Now just kiss me again.” You wrapped your hands around his neck.

Masato smiled widely and gladly obliged. “Your wish is my command.”

Then he kissed you. Hard. Never wanted to let you go again.

Gomen = sorry

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