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[lanadelnegan]

Wildest Dreams

Jeffrey Dean Morgan x Reader

Song inspo: Wildest Dreams by Taylor Swift

Summary: Y/n's celebrity crush, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, makes her dreams come true when she meets him at a bar after the walking dead comic con.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, *Jeffrey is single*, plot, smut, sexual tension, cursing, sex, oral, daddy-kink

This is my first attempt at fanfiction ever, ahhh! Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it!

This can't be happening right now. I can't believe he's actually right there. I'm about to touch him.

"Well hello there." Jeffrey's smile widens as I approach his open arms. "What's your name, darlin'?"

"Y/n...Hi" I smile and let him wrap his arms around me.

"That is a beautiful name, y/n. You ready?"

"Yeah, but can we pose a different way though.. maybe looking at each other?" I ask, hoping he can't hear the nervousness in my voice.

"Absolutely, doll." He turns his body facing mine and gently places his fingers around my jawline, looking directly into my eyes and lifting my chin to meet his gaze. "Relax." His tone is soft but demanding.

The photographer counts to 3 but it feels like 10 because Jeffrey's hazel brown eyes are burning flames into mine. I swear this man is staring into my soul as if he can read every thought I've ever had about him. Including that one, because the left side of his mouth suddenly raises and he lets out a "negan-like" chuckle that only the two of us can hear.

I'm the first one to break away from our embrace and I can feel my cheeks redden as I take another glance at him. I make a mental note to never forget what he looks like in person and let my stare linger a little too long on his chest hair peeking out from his white t-shirt. His smirk grows wider and he leans down, putting his mouth next to my ear. "You... are adorable."

When he leans away, the smell of tobacco, leather, and sweet mint fills my lungs.

Even now as I sit in my car, his scent is burned into my nose and the front of my shirt.. I'll never wash it again. My eyes close and my head falls back against my driver's seat.

The rest of my evening is spent binge watching The Walking Dead -season 7 of course - and ordering too much room service. I should go out. I drove 3 hours to Austin, TX.. by myself, which is a big deal for me. I should at least explore the city while I'm here.

I shower and throw on some jean shorts and a cute top, pretending I'm not bothered by the fact that I just washed any trace of my parasocial boyfriend off of me. At least I have this. I hold the picture we took and study it for the 48th time today.

After google searching "nightlife in Austin", Sixth Street seems to be where it's at, so I head that way and although it's only 7 minutes away from my hotel, it takes me 30 to find parking. I have no clue where exactly I'm going or what I'm doing, but hell - I met Jeffrey Dean Morgan earlier. If I could do that, I could do anything. I apply some lip gloss and tell my anxiety to go fuck itself before climbing out of the car.

Bright neon signs from every building light up the street and I smile to myself at the couples holding hands walking past me. I browse around at my options for drinks - not food - because I destroyed $70 worth of room service earlier - and make out the faint sound of Wildest Dreams by Taylor Swift coming from one of the pubs up ahead as if it's calling my name. "Shakespeare's." the old sign reads, and I know that's the one. I make my way into the mildly crowded pub, find a seat at the end of the bar, and don't waste any time ordering a drink.

I bring up the picture of Jeffrey and me on my phone and study it.. for the 49th time today. I'm lost in my thoughts when a deep voice fills my ear. "Shit. That is one handsome dude." He takes a seat next to me and orders himself a drink while I stare at him wide-eyed and unable to speak. Oh.. my god.

Jeffrey orders his drink and turns his body towards me slightly with that signature grin on his stupidly handsome face. He breaks the silence since my lips seem to be paralyzed at the moment.

"Tell me what you're thinking, y/n." ... he remembered my name.

"I'm thinking that there is no way this is real life right now." I grin and look around, trying to mentally focus on suppressing the redness in my cheeks.

He laughs as the bartender places his drink down. "Want me to pinch you?"

"You can do whatever you want to me." I say under my breath as I sip my drink, surprised by my liquid courage. If he heard me, he ignores it and I internally cringe at myself.

"Cheers, darlin'." We tap our drinks and I throw my head back to finish mine completely. I sense his gaze on me and turn to face him completely. "So.. What are you doing here?"

"What are you doing here?" He fires back.

"Apparently having a drink with my celebrity crush." I laugh and cringe again. I need to stop.

"Crush? Me?" sarcasm drips from his smirk as he sips on his whiskey. "Would have never guessed.. not with the way you were blushing like hell during our picture."

My mouth drops open. "I was not!"

"No? Lemme see then." He nods towards my phone in my lap.

I pause hesitantly before handing him my phone and unlocking it for him. Bad idea. Instead of looking at our picture, he clicks on the camera button and turns it to selfie mode. He raises my phone in front of us and leans into me. I'm caught off guard but quickly lean into him, our faces touching and I smile as cool, calm, and collected as I can be in this moment.

He snaps a couple pictures of us and looks at them. "We are fucking cute as shit." He shows me and I laugh.

He pulls some glasses out of his jacket pocket and slides them on his face while holding my phone. I watch him in awe as he takes it upon himself to browse through my phone. My heart drops when he goes to the home screen and sees himself as my wallpaper with cute little hearts and cherries surrounding him. Fuck.

I wait for his reaction but it doesn't faze him. And if it does, he says nothing. He stares at the screen a little longer then finally glances at me with a smirk before turning his attention back to my phone. His thumb presses the tiktok icon and I watch curiously. He's not seriously about to suggest we make a tiktok together. Ick.

Worse. Instead, he clicks on my favorites and multiple squares of his face pop up - edits of him. I almost reach for my phone, but part of me likes that he sees it. What is wrong with me.

He looks at me and raises his brow. For the first time all night, I don't blush when he looks at me and it seems to amuse him because he chuckles and looks back at my phone. He clicks on one of the edits and watches himself on top of another woman kissing her passionately. I watch it with him unashamedly. Before it ends, he suddenly clicks my screen off and hands me my phone back.

"Why did you save that?" he asks with a serious tone.

"Uh, I jus - I liked it." I shrug.

"You like watching me make love to women?"

I laugh to myself. "Uhhh. Yeah, I guess so."

He pauses and stares at me, this time with a serious expression. "Do you wish it was you?"

My eyes widen and I open my mouth to answer but no words come out.

He stands and puts his jacket on. Oh great, I scared him. Good job y/n.

"Let's go." He throws a $100 on the bar and motions for me to stand up too.

I'm obviously not going to question this man. If he tells me to bark, I'll bark. I almost faint when I feel his big palm firmly placed right above my backside as we're leaving.

We exit the bar with our heads down as we quickly walk to his car. He opens the passenger side and I get in, waiting for him to appear on the other side. Leather, mint, and tobacco fill my lungs and I'm gone once again.

I'm so lost in my head that I don't even notice that he's already in the driver's seat. "Whatcha thinkin' about?"

"Don't ask me that. I don't even know anymore." My answer amuses him and he drives a few blocks away to one of the "rich" hotels. The entire ride over is awkward silence with the exception of Jeffrey blowing puffs of cigarette smoke towards the crack in his window every few moments.

"Y/n." He puts the car in park and turns towards me while flicking his cigarette out the window and rolling it up. "At any point tonight if you want to leave or.. you.. want me to stop, I need you to tell me, okay?"

I look at him and his face is the most serious I've seen it all day.

"Okay." I whisper.

"Come here." Is all he says before I'm leaned towards him over the middle console and so close to his face that our noses are touching. I wait for him to make the move but he doesn't. He looks down at my lips and sighs. "Fuck. I'm not going to kiss you."

I back away a little, feeling embarrassed before he continues explaining. He brings me back closer to him and his hand caresses my cheek. "I need you to understand that tonight is a one time thing, y/n. You.. you can't catch anymore feelings for me than you already have, okay? I'm going to make you feel good, but I'm not going to break your heart in the process."

The smell of his minty cigarette breath tempts me and I have to mentally restrain myself from not crashing into this man's lips. But I just nod instead.

"Good girl." Is all he says before he gets out of the car and comes around to open my door.

The way up to his room is quick and discreet. It's 11pm so we only pass two people on the way up and they didn't seem to recognize him. Even his hotel room is already filled with his signature scent, minus the tobacco.

"Would you like to stay the night with me, y/n?"

"Um, obviously. Are you kidding? ..Yes, I'd love to." I laugh and look around his room.

The lights are off, but the room is bright enough with the city lights shining through the windows. I fall into the bed dramatically on the side closest to the window.

"I'm gonna take a quick shower. Make yourself comfortable, okay?" he grins before closing the bathroom door. I stare back at the closed door and imagine what he looks like getting undressed behind it.

I glance around the large room and notice his phone sitting on the nightstand next to "his side" of the bed. He went through mine.. so it's only fair if I -

I reach over and grab his phone. 042266. I type in his birthdate and the phone locks. I laugh to myself. Too easy, old man.

There's a recent text message from.. my number? I click it and the picture he took of us at the bar pops up. And another one - our picture we took at comic con. He sent them to himself.

I don't want to intrude on his personal business too much, so instead I open his camera and take some goofy selfies. The bathroom door opens while I'm mid tongue out. He stops and stares at me as I slowly set his phone down on the bed. I shrug at him and he shakes his head a little and laughs. He appears in nothing but a white towel wrapped around his waist. I turn my gaze away before I get carried away and my eyes get permanently glued to his torso.

"It's okay, y/n. You can look at me. In fact, I want you to."

I look back at him and don't even bother hiding how hard I'm checking him out now. I observe every hair on his chest and my eyes travel south until I'm imagining what he looks like under the towel. A lucky water drop runs down his flat stomach and disappears and I'm hoping the drool I just felt run down my chin was just my imagination. He walks slowly over to my side of the bed and stands next to me.

"You ready to find out what my cock looks like, y/n?"

If I was drinking water right now, I would have just spit it out all over him. I nod and he drops the towel. His cock springs free and I stare at it in awe. He's about 7-8 inches of thick perfection and I've never seen something so hot in my life. He looks down at himself, a proud smirk playing at the corner of his mouth.

"Tell me one of your fantasies, y/n. We're not doing anything tonight that you haven't already thought about."

"I - well, one of them is.. putting it in my mouth." I look up at him innocently.

"What are you waiting for, then?"

I get up and push him gently for him to sit on the bed, then get on my knees in between his legs. If I weren't still buzzing from the drinks earlier, there is no way I'd have the confidence to do this.

He leans back slightly with his hands on either side of him on the bed and looks down at me through lust filled hazel eyes.

"It's all yours baby." He smiles and tucks his bottom lip under his teeth.

I slowly take him into my mouth, savoring the taste of him - like man and fresh leather soap. I groan around him as I take him further and the growl that escapes his throat encourages me to take him as far in the back of my throat as I can.

"Fuuuck baby." His deep voice strains and I watch as his head fall back with pleasure. I continue steadily sucking him and stroking where my throat won't reach. His moans grow louder with each time he hits the back of my throat.

He suddenly thrusts his hips up slightly, causing me to gag and jolt back a little.

"Goddamn it, y/n. You are not making me cum yet." He hanks my hair back and his cock pops out of my mouth and stands strong against his stomach. It's big and wet and throbbing, and my legs clench together and the sight of him.

I stand up and take my shirt off, then my bra. Then slowly slide my shorts and panties down while facing away from him. A satisfied moan escapes his lips and he wastes no time grabbing me and throwing me on the bed. He positions me until my head is on the bed and my ass in the air before I feel his cock press against my soaked pussy from behind. He rubs himself against my wet slit until I'm whimpering and begging him to put it in me.

"Beg for me, baby." He slaps my ass and the sensation causes me to jump a little.

"Please, Jeffrey. I need you. Please."

"Baby, now I know that's not what you call me in your fantasies, is it?" Another slap to my bare ass makes me yelp.

"Daddy.. please!"

His dark chuckle fills the room and every one of my senses is on fire. His scent, his voice, his dick all surround me until I'm crying and pleading for this man to ruin me. "Please daddy, I need you. Please."

"Sorry, princess. I'm taking my time with you." He flips me over suddenly until I'm laying flat on my back. His knees push mine apart, signaling me to spread open for him until he positions himself above me. He leans over me until our faces are inches apart.

My hands roam over his lean body and scratch his back lightly as his lips travel down my neck. His hard cock slides back and forth between my slit and it feels too good every time it brushes my sensitive clit.

"Goddamn, you are soaking my fucking cock and I haven't even put it inside you yet, baby." he groans and bites my nipple gently before taking it into his mouth and sucking so hard it hurts.

He finally leans up, sitting on his knees, and positions his cock right at my entrance.

"Was I or gentle or rough in your fantasies?" He rubs the head against my clit before sliding it back down. My pussy is weeping for him at this point.

"Rough.. please." I choke out.

"Please.. what?" He growls.

"Please daddy!"

He chuckles. "You want it rough baby?" I nod and a tear runs down my cheek at how bad I need him.

"Be careful what you ask for." In one motion, he enters me fully, causing me to scream out at the sudden sensation. My body feels like it was just completely ripped in half, and I wouldn't want it any other way so I cry out for him to do it again. He smirks before pulling out all the way and ramming himself back in.

He starts thrusting at a steady pace and I concentrate on the way his balls feel slapping against me.

Even more tears fall from my face from the extreme emotions he's making me feel. Horny, desperate, obsessed, in.. love.

Fuck.

"Baby. Why are you crying?" He slows his pace and leans over me, assessing my eyes.

"I - I don't know. I - I just.."

"You want me to stop?" his voice is filled with lust and concern.

"No! .. No, don't stop. I just.."

I love you.

"I want it slower." I lie.

"Y/n.. I know you better than that already." He says gently as he thrusts into me deep and agonizingly slow. His lips brush over my ear. "Tell me, baby." He kisses my neck before grabbing my jaw firmly and looking for answers in my eyes. "Tell me, y/n, or I'm stopping."

I close my eyes and blurt out before I can stop myself. "I - I think I love you."

Jeffrey's expression falls serious and he looks back and forth between my eyes while slowly releasing my jaw. His head drops and his eyes close as if he just got slapped, but he continues fucking me.

"Goddamn it, y/n... I told you.. I told you not to catch feelings."

I just stare at him and cry. "I'm sorry."

He closes his eyes again tightly as if contemplating what he should do next. Before I can say anything else, his lips crash against mine. I kiss him back passionately and his tongue slips into my mouth. He picks up the pace with our kiss and his hips and I moan into his mouth.

"Fuck, baby. What am I gonna do with you?" his breathing grows faster and heavier with mine.

"Jeffrey.. fuck, I'm - I'm."

"Cum for me, baby." He growls and quickens his thrusts again.

I scream out for him and he moans into my neck.

"Jeffrey.. you know what else I fantasize about?" I ask him while trying to catch my breath.

"What's that, baby?" His balls slap against me over and over and over.

"What you taste like when you cum."

He lifts his head to look at me and paints a devilish grin across his face. "Yeah? You want me to cum in that pretty mouth, baby?"

I nod without question. I've dreamt about what this man tastes like for so long. If this is our one and only night together, I need to know.

"Fuck." He pulls out of me and leans back on his knees, bringing my head with him as his fingers tightly grip my hair.

"You ready, baby? Open up." His voice is deep and hoarse as he moans out and I swear I've never heard a man sound as sexy as he does right now.

His warm, salty cum fills my throat and I greedily swallow every drop of him, licking his tip until he's completely drained.

"Holyyy shit. Look at my dirty girl." He grins down at me and strokes my hair like he's proud.

He drops down in the bed and holds his arm out for me to lay next to him. I lay my head on his chest and listen to his rapid heart beat. A few minutes pass and I'm hoping he forgot about my little comment earlier. Well - big comment. I can't believe I told him I love him. I mean, I do love him and I think I have for awhile now, but why did I have to be a psycho and tell him that.

He finally breaks the silence. "Y/n.. We have to talk about it."

I sigh. Here it goes. "I know.. listen.. I didn't mean it. Obviously, I barely know you. I was caught up in the moment and I was just.. emotional. I promise I'm - I'm not crazy. I know this is a one time thing and I'm okay with that."

"Hmph." I feel his chest rise a little and he sighs. I lift my head up to look at him and he smiles wide at me before kissing my lips.

"That's too bad y/n.. Cause I was thinking we could do this again tomorrow."

The End.

If you read this, thank you so much. This is my first time writing fanfiction, so pls be nice. If you hate it, I'll cry. :') Xo,kb.

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[mysweetlixe]

-Reading fanfics

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Chan had noticed Y/N's gaze had grown distant in the middle of their conversation, her eyes locked on her phone. He smiled playfully and, without warning, tugged on her legs, sliding her to the edge of the bed. She let out a startled yelp in response.” What’s so important on your phone that u can’t pay attention to your boyfriend.

”Y/N nervously laughed, her heart beginning to beat a bit faster in her chest. She scrambled to hide the phone from sight by pressing it protectively against her body and feigning surprise at his unexpected movements.

"Nothing," she said quickly, not quite sure how else to respond in that moment."Uh...just browsing online I guess?" Chan simply grinned wider at Y/N's response - he knew she was up to something but couldn't quite put his finger on what exactly it could be.

He reached out for Y/N's phone again with an inquisitive glint in his eyes, this time making sure he had a good grip so that there would be no escape for whatever secret lay hidden within its depths. With a quick swipe of the screen Chan suddenly found himself staring back unrecognizable versions of himself featured in fanfiction stories that left nothing to the imagination.

Without another word, Chan pushed Y/N back onto the bed and began to kiss her hungrily, his hands roaming over her body. His cheeks flushed pink with embarrassment, yet he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of pride and excitement coursing through him. He looked back up at Y/N, who was now beet red and staring at him with a mix of horror and arousal in her eyes.

Chan couldn't resist teasing her a little more, so he leaned in close to her ear and whispered, "You know, I could give those fanfics a run for their money." Y/N's breath hitched at his words and she felt a sudden jolt of desire course through her body. Chan had always been the more reserved one in their relationship, but now it seemed like there was a whole new side to him that she had yet to discover.

Minho had let his girlfriend Y/N borrow his laptop for the day, but when he returned home he discovered that not all was as it seemed. As soon as turn on his laptop,, Minho noticed a bunch of tabs open in web browser - most of them displaying fanfictions written about him.

He couldn't help but chuckle to himself at first; after all, it wasn't like she had tried to hide what she been doing either since many of the fanfiction stories were filled with smutty details that left little room for interpretation.

Minho called for Y/N from the other side of the house and when she showed up in the living, Minho handed her the laptop in question. "Mind giving me an explanation for this?" asked Minho while pointing towards the screen.

Y/N nervously laughed and bit her lip, trying to think of an excuse. Before she could say anything, however, Minho smiled and pulled her in for a kiss.

"I think it's safe to say that you have officially been caught red handed," he joked before leaning back away from Y/N.,

"But I must admit - you've definitely given me something new to try out." Y/N looked up at him with surprise painted all over her face. She had always known that Minho was into kinky stuff, but she never expected for him to suggest trying it out himself! He grinned mischievously and ran his hands down her sides till they were resting on the small of her back.

"So are you game?" he asked with a flirtatious sparkle in his eyes. Y/N gulped softly before nodding slowly, feeling strangely excited by this newfound aspect of their relationship as if something special was about to unfold between them.

Changbin had been dating Y/N for months now, and he thought that his relationship with her was as perfect as it could be. But to his surprise, one day when Changbin asked if he could borrow Y/N's phone, the real secret of their relationship came out.

He responded in shock when strange stories appeared on the screen - fanfiction traded by thousands of people online – all featuring him and smutty contents which left little room for interpretation. “ wow Y/N didn’t know you were Into this stuff !"

Changbin's voice was filled with surprise and excitement as he looked up from the screen towards Y/N , but aroused, he pulled her into his arms and asked her to show him how she got the laptop. " At first she was scared that Changbin would be angry, But Changbin just laughed and said he was turned on that she wrote about him all these stories.

“I think we should try it for real” Changbin whispered in Y/N ear before starting to kiss her on the neck Y/N moaned then she started kissing him back. Changbin lifted her in his arms and carried Y/N to the bedroom. She was feeling an indescribable thrill knowing that Changbin wanted to explore their relationship even further.

There, they spent a few hours indulging in each other’s pleasure - letting go of all inhibitions as if the fanfiction stories had given them permission for freedom. When it was over, Y/N lay with precious afterglow on her skin and deep contentment warmly embracing her heart – thankful that she took a chance so many months ago when she first picked up this wild side of herself from those smutty fanfics…

Hyunjin knew Y/N was a writer but she never aloud him to read any of her stories. He was always curious about what kind of things she wrote, but he didn't get the chance to find out until one day when Y/N left her laptop open and Hyunjin came across a story with his name in it.

It only took him one look at the screen to understand that it wasn’t an ordinary fanfiction; these were smutty stories featuring himself as a main character!

Hyunjin couldn't believe what he had read. Y/N searching for her phone as her boyfriend “ baby have you seen my phone.” She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw him reading the screen on her computer. “Oh, I’m so sorry!” Y/N exclaimed as she grabbed the laptop from him and began frantically clicking the close button without even looking at what was on the screen.

But it was too late – Hyunjin had already seen everything he needed to see. The blood in his body rushed downwards towards his crotch and he couldn’t wait any longer, he grabbed Y/N and snatched the laptop back from her. “So you like writing about me, huh?” ” He asked, disbelief lacing his voice.

Y/N nodded reluctantly, her cheeks burning with heat. “So what do you think? Are these fantasies worth exploring further?”

She could feel her face burning up and she didn’t know what to say or how to react. After a moment of silence, Hyunjin broke out into a big grin and he pulled Y/N close to him. “It seems you have a new hobby,” he said grinning, “and I think I want to be your muse.”

He started to kiss her neck as he explained, in a low and wanting voice, that reading the fanfiction had inspired some very interesting ideas. With each passionate movement they created something entirely new - taking their relationship to places neither of them ever dreamed off before.

Jisung heard Y/N giggling from his bedroom and immediately rushed to the living room, curious what she was reading. When he entered into the room, Y/N quickly put away her laptop before Jisung could take a peek at it. But as soon as he came close enough to see what was on her screen – Jisung’s face blushed.

“Oh, Jisung, you weren't supposed to do that!” Y/N laughed nervously.“It seems you have a penchant for smut... about me?” Jisung said, his face flushed. “I am flattered beyond belief to know that my girlfriend has been fantasizing about me!

But if we are going to make these fantasies come true – I'll need your help. So why don't you show this amazing talent of yours and let's see what kind of stories can be made with our imaginations… together? Y/N's face lit up with excitement and shyness as she hesitantly nodded her head. The two of them slowly moved closer to each other, their body heat almost tangible in the air.

Jisung gently caressed Y/N’s cheeks before finally giving her a passionate kiss that seemed like it was born out of the pages from her fanfic stories.

Felix was up to date with all things on the internet ough her laptop, a feeling of dread started to form in his stomach. He had seen the fanfic tag on Y/N’s sidebar and felt like he knew what she was reading about – himself!

He slowly walked over to where Y/N was sitting and stared down at her screen with disbelief. As if sensing his presence, surprise flashed across Y/N’s face – but it quickly turned into embarrassment as Felix continued reading the story before finally looking up at her with a smirk on his lips.

“So this is why you've been acting weird around me lately? You were reading stories about me?. Y/N couldn’t even look him in the eyes s I Felix grab her chin making her gaze at him.

“It seems you have a very dirty mind when it comes to me, sweetheart. So is this what you’ve been fantasizing about?” Y/N couldn’t control the crimson blush spreading across her face but she nodded her head shyly as she kept her eyes lower than his. “Well then, let’s try out some of these scenarios, ok love?"

A slow smile spread across Felix's face and he gently tilted Y/N's chin upwards before leaning in for a soft kiss. One kiss soon became two, then three and four until eventually neither of them could handle the fire burning inside any longer. They swiftly moved to the bedroom where they tried out all their fantasies from fanfiction - making up one that were entirely their own at the same time.

Seungmin was aware of Y/N's reading habits; he had frequently suggested to her that instead of reading about it, they could try it out themselves. But once again she wouldn’t listen and this time was no different, when he tried to enter the living room he heard Y/N laughing to herself.

“Oh, Seungmin, you were supposed to be at work!”

Seungmin smirked “ We’ll since I’m not… can you tell me why you’re laughing.”

Y/N nervously glanced down at her laptop and Seungmin could see what she had been reading – smutty fanfiction about themselves!

He chuckled before smirking, “Does my little reader have a naughty side to her as well?” Y/N shied away, trying to hide the screen but Seungmin managed to grab it away from her – intrigued by the stories about them. “Woah, that’s a really hot story, can I be the one on top demanding you to call my name?”

Hearing this made Y/N blush furiously and she quickly snatched the laptop back from Seungmin. “Don’t be embarrassed, babe. I like that you have an imagination! Now why don't we make those fantasies a reality? All of them… if you can take it?”

Jeongin saw Y/N reading on her phone and was curious as to what she was reading “ hey what are you reading Y/N glanced up at Jeongin, startled by his voice. When he saw the blushes on her face and the smutty fanfiction page open in front of her, a sly smile spread across his lips.

“So are you fantasizing about us now?” He asked teasingly as he sat beside Y/N on her bed and peered over to read some of what she had been writing. His eyes widened slightly before looking back up into Y/N's embarrassed gaze “I have no idea that your dirty mind could come up with such scenarios.”

Jeongin smirked and leaned in closer to Y/N, pressing her farther back on the pillows and straddling her hips with his knees. “Well I think it’s only fair that I treat you to something better than the ones you’ve read about.. don’t you agree baby?” Jeongin growled as he grinded his hips against Y/N's. Y/N let out a soft gasping moan and nodded her head – completely and utterly lost in the pleasure Jeongin was giving her.

They didn’t have any of the toys that were mentioned in the stories, nor did they need it because of how their bodies moved on instinct.

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[lexosaurus]

Hi uhh i have a question i was scrolling at ao3 and i keep seeing pompous pep fiction a lot but i thought it was illegal because there is at least 20 year age gap im getting confused

AO3 is a creative writing/fanfiction archive that allows anything that's legal under US creative writing law. There are some limitations, like scripting out an episode of DP would not be allowed because that's copyright infringement, and posting something disguised as a fic that's not actually one (say, posting your headcanons list or your grandma's cookie recipe) isn't allowed because that's not a transformative work. But otherwise, people are allowed to post any fictional content that they so wish so long as it's tagged properly.

The tags are an awesome feature of the site and are why many people, myself included, choose to use AO3 as their main fanfiction domain. It allows you to opt in or opt out of any tag that you do or don't want to see. For example, I read/write a ton of gore, so I often filter in tags like "Dissection" (using the sidebar) so I can only see those types of fics. But there are tons of people who get squicked out by gore/dissection, so they might prefer to filter those tags out. Maybe they just wanna read a good smut fic, so they'd filter in that tag, while for me, I'm not so interested in that content, so I almost always filter it out before I browse.

I know this seems a bit long winded of me, but what I'm trying to get at is that because fanfiction is fictional, that means that ships and tags that you or I might argue are morally gray or even morally unethical are totally allowed on the site (aka no real children were harmed in the making of said fic, so not illegal). This includes Pompous Pep, which is Danny/Vlad. And if you don't want to see that, as many people probably don't, then the site makes it extremely easy to filter that stuff out! Woo!

The DP Phandom is a really really old phandom and we've had a history of "true vs anti" ship wars back in the 00's, which while a bit different than the kinds of shipping wars you see in other fandoms today, they still happened and were incredibly destructive within our spaces. People were fighting, there was lots of bullying, angry cliques, and overall moral policing "you can't sit with us" behavior to people who frankly didn't deserve it. There's not a lot of creatives left from that era, and the ones that did come back don't have a lot of positive things to say about it.

So yeah, maybe some people on AO3 write things that might squick you out, but from experience we've found it to be far more beneficial to just do our own things. Write the content you wanna write, read the content you wanna read, interact with the people you wanna interact with, and block/mute/filter out/whatever the rest. It's honestly not worth your mental health or sanity to try to police fics/art in here. We're too old, most of us got jobs, bills to pay, maybe even kids to feed, and it's honestly not worth our time. Besides, it's much more fun to participate in phandom events and nerd out with other creatives about silly AUs and tropes and geek out over art styles and colors than it is to worry about that stuff!

#danny phantom #discourse #gosh i never thought i'd need to use this tag not ironically! #akjsnfksjfndkjgn sorry guys! #we all come from different places but if there's one thing we have in common #it's that we're all just here for a good time! #also ngl i know i spelled discourse correctly here but it still looks wrong

[reasonsmandy]

Headcanons of dating Eddie Roundtree

Eddie Roundtree x Fem!reader

✧.* requested by anon — Some headcanons of dating eddie would be cuteee!

✧.* word count — 1.2k

✧.* 🎸 — Eddie's masterlist

✧.* mandy's notes — writing headcanons makes me release all my fanfiction thoughts. So I give you all of them as a gift, If you want other characters from djats, my requests are open 🫶🏾

Eddie didn't have the best self-esteem in the world, and you were one of the first people to believe in his potential. You met at one of the bars where The Six performed, and that same day you made a point of going after him to congratulate him on the show.

That night the two of you spent a lot of time talking, it had been a while since Eddie felt connected and wanted by someone and you were such a different person from the others that he was enchanted by you.

He was enamoured immediately but he’d definitely play it cool determined not to scare you off.

It didn't take long for him to be interested in you, it was automatic, every time he entered the bar his eyes sought yours there and when he found you... An indescribable desire of always giving the best show to have your attention always came.

The day after one of the gigs he plucked up courage and asked for your number, he had sweaty hands and was nervous around you but as you guys talked all the nervousness was gone, he felt very comfortable with you. And when you said yes to his invitation to go out with him, he was thrilled.

Your first date was on a Friday night, after a huge afternoon of rehearsals Roundtree was finally going to have some time to relax, you didn't have a fixed plan for the meeting, you just knew that you would meet in front of the bar and there you would decide what to do.

You spent that night browsing all the restaurants nearby, you entered, ordered a dish, gave a note and then left for the next. You visited many different restaurants and tried all kinds of different foods. That sure had been a wonderful night.

It didn't take long for Eddie to stop seeing other girls and focus only on you, Warren constantly teased him for it but he loved that his best friend was falling in love again.

Soon you were part of the band's little family, just like Camila you followed the rehearsals and the songs before they came out, and this closeness made you become good friends.

When Billy went to rehab you were there to console Eddie about losing his record deal. You gave him the idea of ​​building his own bass and you spent many afternoons on this little project. He would be building the bass in your room while complaining about billy and you would always agree with him.

You didn't move into their house right away, and not because Eddie didn't want to, on the contrary he would love to have you around but you said the house already had too many people. And so when Honeycomb exploded and they got their first paycheck you asked him to share an apartment.

Knowing how to deal with the routine was difficult, even more so after they started recording Aurora, but you made an effort to wait for him to get home and receive him with a strong hug and a movie night until he fell sleep under your touch.

"Hey gorgeous, I'm home" he said, opening the front door, you looked at him smiling.

"Missed you honey, come here." You open your arms calling him to get in the couch with you. "So, how was it?"

"Hard... I almost killed Billy like 50 times but in the end the songs were really good." He says sitting next to you, he lies down between your legs receiving your cuddles.

Eddie took some time to get rid of certain insecurities, he never sang around you until a few months after you started dating.

He was in the kitchen making you both something to eat, you were on the couch reading the latest Sub Rosa magazine while waiting for him. Distracted Roundtree starts humming "Flip the switch" catching your attention immediately, you close the magazine opening a smile immediately, you approach him slowly leaning against the counter admiring him.

When he finishes singing you start applauding, he is startled by the noise, embarrassed he takes his eyes to the floor. You approach him, lifting your chin so he can look you in the eye.

"Hey Eddie Roundtree why didn't you ever tell me you could sing?" You smile at him, the bassist looks nervous, you frown. "Baby, what's wrong?"

"I don't sing well, that's why I didn't tell you." He answers you, clearly unsure.

"And who told you that?" You were surprised by his speech. "Baby, I promise you, I never heard anything better."

After that day he felt more free to show you the things he created or tell you about his hidden talents. And you loved to get to know him more, and even after all this time together you always were so amazed by all his talents.

He loved it when you wore his clothes, and sometimes he'd purposely leave clothes lying around for you to wear.

He thought you didn't know he liked it, but you knew him perfectly, and that smile he had on his face every day when you wore his jacket wasn't normal.

His favourite way to spend time with you is to just vibe to your favourite bands and singers together, you jumped and sang for hours while records played in the background of your apartment.

Eddie brought you gifts from everywhere the band played, he could find things that reminded him of you everywhere, Graham always said he would spend all his money on you if he kept buying everything. But he didn't care.

Before starting any show (in which you were in the audience) he would call you close holding his bass pick in hand, he would hand it to you for you to kiss it, he said that it gave him the best luck to play.

Eddie introduced you to his grandmother, she made a special dinner for you, she loved every detail about you and soon wanted to know when Eddie would ask you to marry him.

Eddie was delighted to see the women in his life getting along, and that was the night he knew for sure that you would be his wife.

I feel like this proposal would come after he left the band, you were his biggest supporter and not because you didn't like Billy or how the band was going, but because you knew him and knew that he wasn't exploring his potential 100% and you wanted to see him happy and proud of his work.

Eddie asked you to marry him one morning where you were admiring the stars on the balcony of the apartment

You were sitting on the sofa that you had temporarily placed there, he was holding you between his legs and squeezing you tightly afraid of losing you, he was listening to you comment on the things of your day and your voice was like the most perfect melody.

He pulled away from you a bit making you stop talking to stare at him in question.

"Marry me." He says, and you feel a shiver running down your spine.

"Stop baby, don't play with things like that." You say, taking your gaze to the ground.

"I'm not playing, marry me Y/N." He holds your hands in his, looking deep into your eyes. "I don't want to waste any more time, I want to call you my wife. So, what do you say?"

You smile excitedly, taking his face in your hands to kiss him intensely.

"Of course I want to be your wife." You say after the kiss

Since that day he only called you his wife, you were everything to him, and he would do anything to make you smile.

...

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[projectcaramel]

He Finds Fanfic Of Himself You Saved - Obey Me! x Reader

Lucifer

You can feel yourself burning up as you look at Lucifer’s figure, curiously scrolling through the fanfiction you’d left open on your trip to the bathroom. 

“Lucifer!” you call, and the eldest demon brother barely flinches as he turns his eyes away from the fanfiction you’d been reading to direct them towards you instead. “Is that your D.D.D.? No, I don’t think it is, so return it.”  You hold out your hand, and, blissfully, he returns it without a word. You ache to ask him what on earth is going through his head, but at the same time, you really don’t want to know. 

“Well, I just wanted to let you know that we’re planning on taking a day trip to Arcadia Park in a few days. Afraid my curiosity overtook me when I saw my name.” He smirks, and you nervously swallow as he steps forward. “Don’t look so anxious. I already knew that you had a crush on me.” Inexplicably, you have the strong feeling that he’s lying. “I don’t particularly care what you read in your free time, but,” He pulls you close, his eyes dancing with a sadistic mischief. “If you want me to do all those things, then ask me. And yes,” he chuckles. “That does include your NSFW collection.” 

“Wha— I was only gone for a few minutes! How did you—” 

“I read very quickly,” he says sweetly, giving you a lasting squeeze with his arm before he leaves you, alone and flustered, in your room.

    

Mammon

“Er... Mammon, whatcha got there?” you ask the avatar of greed, and he quickly hides your tablet behind his back as he turns towards you, his fingers noticeably tightening on his drink. 

“A smoothie?” he says, pointedly avoiding your eyes. “Wh-What’s that look for? I didn’ do nothin’ wrong!” 

“Mammon,” you sigh. “Were you going to sell my tablet?” 

“O’course not!” he protests, although his embarrassed flush betrays him as he scratches the back of his head. 

“You saw the fanfictions, didn’t you?” 

“W-Well, it’s only natural that you would fawn over the Great Mammon!” he replies, scratching his cheek. “Of c-course you have a few fanfics of me saved on your account!” Although he’s putting on airs, you can’t help but feel that he’s actually touched—maybe that’s because his ears are flushed and he seems even happier than usual. Adorable tsundere idiot. 

“Just give me my tablet back,” you request, holding out your hand, and he hesitates before he says:

“Hey, your wish is my command, baby.” He just... You find yourself laughing as you take your tablet back, even as Mammon protests, getting flustered. He quoted one of the fanfics in your library, and while he said it boldly and flawlessly, you can’t help yourself. “I swear to... stop laughin’!” 

“Mammon, c’mere,” you chuckle, and you kiss his cheek. “I’m looking forward to other lines you want to imitate.” 

Levi

Levi has been acting strangely for weeks, being weirdly sensitive to anything you say and frequently jumping whenever you do anything—including simple things like walking into his room asking if you can play one of his games. Frankly, it’s been getting on your nerves. 

So, you finally ask Levi what on Earth his problem is. 

“Well... it’s... um... Do you want to see my new body pillow?”

“Out with it, Levi,” you interrupt impatiently as he looks frantically for something else to distract you. “And don’t avoid the topic.” Levi finally looks back at you and lets out a disgruntled sigh. 

“...Sorry, it’s just... I couldn’t believe it when I saw... in your browsing history...” 

“Wait, wait, you went into my browsing history?” 

“I know, I know!” he rambles. “It really wasn’t cool, but I was so mad when I thought you took over my Zaramela stan account, so I had to try confirming it, but... well...  I ended up finding your x readers instead...” 

“Levi!” you burst, and he turns red with embarrassment. 

“I’m sorry! It’s just... me! Me! Who simps over me!? Who reads that kind of spicy—” You press your hands to Levi’s mouth, and you can feel your own face is the same temperature as his. A muffled “sorry” is mumbled against your palm. “Um... anyway, I didn’t really want to upset you, and I didn’t really know how to react at first, so...” Levi ducks his head, hiding from you under his long bangs. “Wh-What I mean to say, is, well... I saw something you didn’t want me to see, so, like, if you want I can... show you the fanfics I have saved...” Oh Levi... “Uh, also...” He hesitatingly meets your eyes. “We can... um...” The seconds pile on before Levi breaks down into an incomprehensible mess, and you eventually have to let him off the hook as you suggest playing Love X Chori$$. Though, that isn’t before you give him a tentative kiss on the cheek that sends him smiling for the rest of the day.     

Satan

“I’ve been meaning to talk to you about something, but I wasn’t sure how to bring it up,” Satan says, and you can’t help but feel a sense of foreboding as you put down your drink. Did he find out that you’d accidentally torn the page on one of his books?

“Go on,” you prompt, deciding that it’s your own fault if he gets mad. 

“Well, when you showed me that story on your account earlier... I found myself reading through all of the fanfiction you have bookmarked.” You’re glad you put down your drink, because you would have dropped it. 

“That’s— Um—” 

“Wait, calm down,” Satan quickly urges, making a gesture for you to stay sitting. “I realize I’m in the wrong for reading all of them—”

“All of them?” you choke, your face burning, and he nods. 

“They were all good reads, so...” He coughs, a blush sinking into his face, as if remembering something he read. “A-Anyway I wanted to apologize for invading your privacy.” You’re about to wave him off when he stands up, walking towards you as he picks something out of his jacket and hands it to you. It’s a piece of paper, neatly folded up with Satan’s writing on it. “I wrote my own fanfiction,” he explains, his face still pink as you look at the title. “It’s told from my point of view.” 

“Cats and You” the title reads, and you find yourself enjoying it as he urges you to read it. It’s adorable and sweet, and at the very end, Satan wrote: “I saw your secrets, so I thought I’d give you mine.”

    

Asmo

“Awww, you’re so sweet~” You glance up from the fanfiction you’ve been reading, surprised to find Asmo’s head next to yours. “I’ve read that one too, you know; it’s very good. You have good taste.”

“Er... Why have you...?” 

“Hm? Why else?” He plops next to you on the couch, leaning close as he does so. “I deserve my own admiration, don’t I? Besides that...” Asmo takes your phone and searches for another fanfiction you haven’t seen before before he hands it back to you. “This one is my absolute fave. You have to read it.” 

You nod, slightly hesitant, opening the fanfiction, and you are shortly greeted by one of the lewdest fanfictions you’ve ever seen, making you blush from head to toe. Although... you have to say that a part of you deeply enjoys it.  

“I know I’m so beautiful that you might consider me more of an idol than a love interest, hon, but you’re making me jealous,” Asmo whines as you continue despite yourself. 

“Er... why’d you recommend it then?” you mumble, eventually meeting his eyes. 

“Obviously because I want you to admire me~! But you know the best way to compliment me is always to my face, m’kay? You can fantasize all you want, but in the end, there’s just no substitute for me, is there?”   

Beel

“What are you reading?” You throw your D.D.D. in the air out of surprise at the redhead, and both fortunately and unfortunately, the demon catches it before it can fall to the ground. “Beelzebub x Reader... Is this about me?” 

You’re tempted to say “no”, but in the end, you can’t bring yourself to lie to the adorable bottomless pit that continually has you checking the fridge. 

“Yes,” you say, desperately hoping that he won’t be creeped out. 

Of course, that worry was baseless. 

“Really? That’s so nice!” he replies with a huge grin before he picks you up into a crushing hug. “So what does ‘x reader’ mean?” You’re not out of the woods yet, it seems. 

“Um... It means I’m... romantically interested in you.” You can’t believe these words are coming out of your mouth; to think you’d confess like this!

“Really? Thank you!” he replies happily. “But... if you like me, then why didn’t you tell me?” 

For a moment, you stare at him like he’s from a different planet, not quite sure if he realizes the words coming from his mouth before you reconsider this is Beelzebub. 

“...Because it’s embarrassing,” you reply, “especially if the other person doesn’t return the sentiment...” 

“But I like you too,” he replies, and you almost splutter at the unabashed admission. 

“Well... I didn’t know that.”  

“Eh? Really? Sorry; I always liked you. I really like your cooking.” 

“Oh, yeah, it’s my turn to cook tonight, isn’t it...” 

“I’ll help.” 

“Just no eating all the ingredients before they’re in the pot again.” 

“Promise.” 

Belphie

“Belphie, get out of my bed,” you groan, having found the black-haired male passed out on your bed. He really can fall asleep anywhere. Knowing he can’t hear you however, you begin shaking him, trying to wake him up, only to find out he wasn’t asleep as he dragged you into bed with him, covering the both of you with a blanket. “B-Belphie?” He looks mad. That’s not a good sign. 

“Hey, we’re close, right?” 

You’re keenly aware of the fact that you’re on top of Belphegor, practically straddling his waist. “Yes?” 

“I knew it. You don’t feel comfortable around me. That’s annoying.” 

“It’s not like that!” you protest. “I just said yes—”

“Then why are you reading fanfic of me?” 

“Wh—Belphie!? How did you even...!?” 

“Just hurry up and answer the question,” he grumbles, a bit curt.  

“Well, um, I... Look, I’m sorry, but I like you, okay?” 

“I got that. But why fanfiction? Why didn’t you just ask me?” 

“...Isn’t that weird? Like I don’t know if you saw, but there’s kissing and stuff.”

“I saw all of it.” You can feel your face is warm from that comment, although it’s even warmer considering what he’s implying. “So you think it’s weird to actually kiss me. Well, I guess I already saw that coming.” 

“No, I meant weird for you,” you quickly backtrack, and Belphie gives you a somewhat confused look. “I mean you don’t have a crush on me.”  

“You’re bizarre,” he chuckles. “But I guess I’m satisfied with that. Stay here for a while... Honey.” He smirks teasingly when you hide your face as well as you can at the nickname that appeared in one of the fanfictions you’d read. Damn him!   

  

Diavolo

“Barbatos told me about something interesting the other day,” Diavolo says, standing from his desk. “He’s the one who makes sure the students aren’t looking up anything concerning using R.A.D.’s Wifi.” Well, this is news to you, although you suppose it makes sense. 

“Concerning?” you prod. “I don’t think I’ve ever looked up anything like ‘how to destroy the Devildom’...” Diavolo laughs to himself, and you find yourself relaxing at his leisure. 

“You’re not here because I’m suspicious of you,” he replies, his eyes glittering with mirth. “I was just surprised to learn how much fanfiction you read about me.” 

You almost choke. 

“It’s really adorable,” he continues, and you cover your face. 

“My lord, I think you’ve teased them enough,” Barbatos intones from the shadows, and Diavolo seemed confused. 

“Tease? I’m being perfectly serious... I don’t mean to embarrass you. I actually called you here because I wanted to ask which one was your favorite.” 

“Sorry?” The word slips out of your mouth without you meaning it to. 

“I’m just curious. I ended up reading all of them one night, so I just had to ask which of them you liked the best.” You hesitate for a very long moment. You know which one is your favorite, but if he’s really read all of them... Was there a right answer to this question? 

You eventually cave to his expectant visage, and you decide lying to his face would be a crime, so you tell him which one you like the most. 

“I see,” he muses. “Then you may go.” Was that the wrong choice? Was that a test? Your worries build as you uncertainly turn your back, and it is as you turn the corner that you find yourself eavesdropping. “Barbatos, can you make the necessary preparations for tomorrow?” 

“I can.” 

“I can’t wait to see the surprise on their face.” 

Without even realizing it, a stupid grin has crept onto your face and won’t leave as you head back to the House of Lamentation.   

   

Barbatos

“My apologies. It is not my intention to pry; however, I could not help but notice that ‘Barbatos x Reader’ frequently appears in your search history.”

“...just... disregard that,” you mumble, trying to drink your tea without looking as self-conscious as you feel. To think that you would come to deliver a set of documents for the student council, only for Barbatos to know about how you’ve been simping over him for the past several months. 

“If that is truly what you would prefer, then I will not speak another word of it.” You almost breathe a sigh of relief. “However,” he continues, and you curse yourself. “I must ask if that’s really what you wish for.” The butler pierces you with those omniscient, chartreuse eyes of his, and you’re not sure whether you should feel intimidated or exhilarated. You’re certainly hesitating—it seems as if the butler is prodding for a reason. 

“What do you want me to say, Barbatos?” you eventually ask as you put down your teacup, absentmindedly tracing one finger against the rim of the saucer it sat upon. 

“I desire for you to speak your mind; I want to serve you as well as I can.” 

“...I feel like you’re teasing me.” 

“Only a little bit, I assure you.” You turn to see Barbatos politely smiling. This little shit! “I am genuinely asking if you’d like to share your thoughts with me.” 

“And you won’t judge me?” 

“I wouldn’t think of it.” 

“Well... then, no, I don’t really want you to disregard it, I think. If you have any thoughts on the fact that I’m attracted to you, then...” Barbatos gives a little chuckle. “Hey, you said you wouldn’t judge!” 

“Apologies,” he says, even as he refreshes your tea. “If that’s the case, then I will prepare a room for you tonight, and we can discuss in further detail.”  

Simeon 

“Well, this is... how to put it... awkward?” Simeon says after you exclaim at his mistake. Simeon being... technologically challenged, had somehow logged into your account rather than his own, and now you both sit at the computer looking at one of your saved Simeon x Readers. “I’m sorry; I must have clicked by accident.”

“Can I just die right now?” you groan, covering your face, and Simeon hugs you. 

“No, don’t say that,” he tries. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

“There’s nothing quite like reading fanfic of your friend.” You nearly said hot friend and only barely refrained. 

“I’ve written my fair share of fanfiction,” Simeon says while gently rubbing your back. “And some of it was... clearly in need of more work and consideration. And besides, admiration is the highest compliment.” 

“You’ve written fanfic...?” you mumble, and Simeon chuckles. 

“Volumes and volumes.”

“Even not safe for work?” 

“I have.” 

“Wait, back up, what?” The angel scratches his cheek, looking a little awkward as he does so, and you wonder what on Earth his NSFW writing looks like. Maybe like, “And then Adam lay with Eve ‘til dawn, conceiving a child who would come to be named Cain.”

“I’ve written several sex scenes, although most weren’t intended to elicit arousal. As much as I might want to, it’s difficult to write pieces that are capable of producing that kind of reaction.”

“What?” You’re flabbergasted. This is an angel... telling you about wanting to write smut? 

“That’s not important,” Simeon says, shaking his head, although you beg to differ. “The important thing right now is that you’re not ashamed of yourself. You know, if you want... we can go on a date?”

“You’re just being nice!” you protest, and Simeon seems confused.

“You think so?” he asks with a tilt of his head before he offers you a charming smile. “Isn’t it a little early to be deciding on something like that?”

Solomon

“Well, this isn’t what I was expecting.” 

“What wasn’t what you were expecting?” You pop your head around the library corner to see Solomon rifling through a magic book. At least, you’d thought it was a magic book, right up until you see the title. How did he find that here?

“You have some interesting tastes,” he laughs as he looks up at you, your ears hot with embarrassment. “Curious? It’s a book that lets you see into the hearts of the people you look up in it. Conditionally, of course. I wasn’t expecting to find that said condition in your case wasn’t that cryptic.”

“How much did you...?” 

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” he teases, and you feel like burning to a crisp about now. “I won’t stop you from reading fanfiction of me, but...” His smile fades. “I must admit that some of them made me feel very lonely. I can’t remember the last time I kissed someone.” 

“...Flint?” you suggest, referencing a dating app that was launched not too long ago, but Solomon shakes his head. 

“For some reason, those never go very well for me after the first date.” He sighs and shakes his head. “In any case, just remember that I’ll always be here when you want to see another human around.” He gives you a pat on the shoulder, before turning his back to put his book away, only for you to impulsively hug him from behind. 

“Thank you, Solomon.”

“...no problem,” he says. “But could you let me go?” 

“Er... yeah. Sorry,” you say awkwardly, only for Solomon to turn around and engulf you in a surprisingly sweet hug himself.

#obey me solomon #stories #writing #short story #storytelling #obey me! #fanfiction #obey me lucifer #obey me diavolo #obey me belphie #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me barbatos #obey me asmo #obey me beel #x reader #obey me satan #obey me simeon #shorts #romance #saucy

[katebshope]

Notting Hill (HAILEE STEINFELD X FEM!READER)

hello, this is my 1st fanfiction about Hailee. I'll try my best to give to you a great reading. Im not used to write character x reader, but i'll give a try since i read these one a lot.

I decided to write this one after a lot of thinking and because i saw the post of @kates-abs-slay talking about the fics about hailee x reader being scarce. so this first chapter is special to them <3

Sinopse: Y/N owns a bookstore in Notting Hill, London, and when the famous actress Hailee Steinfeld walks into her shop to buy a book, her world is turned upside down.

CHAPTER ONE – Words: 1.246

based on the filme Notting Hill (1999)

warnings: none in this chapter; (I have ADHD and Dyslexia, and english is not my first language, so maybe you'll see some mistakes.)

Chapter One

Y/N opens the door from her house and sees the loud street with people and cars all around. "New morning", she thinks as starts to walk through the street, in just a few steps she would be at her store, the thing she loved the most.

"Of course, I've seen her films and always thought she was, well, fabulous -- but, you know, million miles from the world I live in. Which is here -- Notting Hill -- not a bad place to be..." Y/N heard two mature men talking, while walking throught the street.

A bell ring right up head.

"I'll call you later mom", Y/N see her best friend hanging up on their phone.

"Everything okay?"

"Yeah, you know how Ms. Martin is, always asking how the store is going....""

Y/N agrees with just a nod, putting her bag on the top of the balcony, not realy paying atenttion to her friend words.

"... should I get you cup of coffee? a capuccino?"

"Coffee would be nice, thanks"

Y/N is looking some papers when she heards the bell ring one more time.

"Wow, that was fast... - Y/N turn her attention to the door and get surprised - oh, welcome! Can I help you?"

"No, thanks. I'll just look around." said the brunnett who just entered the store.

Y/N couldn't help but follow every step the girl was taken in her store, somehow she seems familiar. The girl was a bit tall, had a long brown hair, and her eyes... well she couldn't see them because the mysterious girls was wearing sunglasses.

The bell on the door ring for the third time, and her friend entered with her cup of coffee, followed up by a costumer. Her friend didn't notice the girl on the store until they gave Y/N order.

Y/N's friend reaction was weird and funny, she mummured something that she couldn't understand and went right to the employeer's room.

Y/N saw the brunette wanders over to a shelf and pick up out a red book.

"That book's really not good -- just in case, you know, browsing turned to buying. You'd be wasting your money." Y/N said

"Really?"

"Yes. This one though is... very good. – Y/N picks up a book on the counter. – I think the man who wrote it has actually been to Turkey, which helps. There's also a very amusing incident with a kebab."

Y/N suddenly spies something odd on the small TV monitor behind the brunette.

"Excuse me a moment, please" –

Y/N said before walks to a bookcase in the back of the shop. She didn't notice, but the eyes of the bruntte followed her steps.

"Excuse me."

"Yes."

Answered a tall man with a low voice.

"I have bad news."

"What?"

"It's the 21 century we've got a security camera in everyplace at this store."

"So?"

"So, I saw you put that book in your pants."

"What book?"

"The one down in your pants"

Y/N was having fun with that, it's one of the joys in working, and own, a bookstore, get a thief when they don't wait for it.

"I haven't got a book in my pants."

"Right -- well, then we have an impasse in here. I tell you what -- I'll call the police -- and, what can I say? -- If I'm wrong about the whole book-in-your-pants scenario, I really apologize."

"Okay -- what if I did have a book in my pants?"

"Well, ideally, when I went back to the balcony, you'd remove the Cadogan guide to Bali from your pants, and either wipe it and put it back, or buy it.""

Y/N smiled, having fun with the poor man that didn't know how to hide himself, and a book. She walked directly to the balcony, the brunette was right in the corner with a blue book, waiting for her.

"Sorry abou that..."

"No, that's fine. I was going to steal one myself but now I've changed my mind."

Y/N smiled at the slightest joke made by her customer. She liked her sense of humor. And suddenly the thief was right there beside them.

"Excuse me Ms. Steinfeld can I have your autograph?"

That's it! That's why the brunette seemed so familiar, she was Hailee Steinfeld, and Y/N had watch a film starring her a few weeks back. The filme was still in theater.

"Sure, what's your name?"

She seemed to having fun with this.

"Rufus."

She signs his scruffy piece of paper and he was trying to read.

"What does it say?"

"Well, that's the signature -- and above, it says 'Dear Rufus -- you belong in jail."

"Nice one. Would you like my phone number?"

"Tempting but... no, thank you."

Y/N laughed but hide it right after. That girl was something else. She saw the thief, known as Rufus, leaving the store.

"I think I will try this one."

The brunette said handing Y/N a blue book and a note of $50. Now her sunglasses was on the top of her head and Y/N could see those beautiful and breath taken brown eyes. For a moment, she felt she couldn't speak on move.

The bell ring one more time, announce that the brown eyes girl left the store.

"Where's my coffee?" Y/N whispered

"Beside the computer, but I think it's already cold" –

Y/N friends answered entering the common area again.

"I don't think you'll believe who was just in here." –

Y/N said taking her coffee and drinking a sip. Ugh, it was cold.

"Hailee Steinfeld... I said it to you when i brought your coffee Y/N!""

"Oooh, that's what you're saying!"

Y/N smiled, feeling stupid for a few seconds.

"What is she doing here?" – she continued

"Well, twitter says she's filming a new film here in England"

"Another? But there's one with her in the theater right now..."

"She's an actor Y/N, I believe that's what she do" –

Her friend laughed.

"Yeah, yeah... she seems to work a lot" –

Y/N takes another sip of coffee

"Ugh, this is awful. Im going to buy another one" –

She takes her jacket and went to the door. The bell ring one more time.

Y/N was walking fast in the sidewalk, her mind remebering those amazing brown eyes she looked right into, when out of the blue she bumped into someone.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry" – they said together, automatically

When Y/N paid attention she was right in front of Hailee Steinfeld, her shirt was all wet and you could see a litte bit of her bra due to the juice that was spilled when they bumped into each other.

"Here, let me help" –

Y/N said taking off her jacket and giving to Hailee.

"Thanks"

"Listening – Ms. Steinfeld, huh, I live just over the street, I can help you, maybe you can wear one of mine t-shirt or – even taking a shower"

"Don't call me that" – She said simply

"Huh?"

"Ms Steinfeld – don't call me that. Ms Steinfeld is my mom, I'm Hailee – and how close is your house? I cannot go like that to an interview, my agent will kill me"

"Yeah.. I'm sorry Hailee – you see that blue building across the street?"

"Yes"

"It's right there, I live there"

Hailee looked to Y/N, grabbed her things and started walk directly to the bulding. Y/N followed her thinking that this day was getting too weird.

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[chickengravey01]

Her Secret

This is one of my first attempts of fanfiction since 4th grade so if there is anything I can change or make better. anyways...ON WITH THE FIC. 

Summary: reader is usually a quite stern tough girl. But she has a secret and its that shes a wonderful singer and sings at a bar every single Sunday. A secret she told noisette regrettably. 

Warnings: a little bit of oogling at your body nothin much

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     Peppino is cleaning his pizzeria after a long day when The Noise comes in with a wide grin. Of course Peppino notices and makes a note that he is about to say something utterly idiotic. 

“Heya peps” Noise greets him with a smirk. “We are-a closed.” Peppino doesn't look up and continues to clean the counter. “Why don’t I treat you to a drink.” His offer confused Peppino. He looks up from his wash rag and gives Noise a look. “Why would you do that” Peppino raises one eyebrow. “Oh come on fat man, Why question it? I think you will... Really like the place Ima bout to take you” The Noise looks at Peppino with the widest grin in the world. “This-a cannot be good” Peppino thinks. But Peppino agrees to join The Noise to a bar down the street. 

When they get to the bar The Noise jokingly opens the door and chuckles “After you Fat man!” Peppino looks at him like hes about to strangle him but he restrains himself “lets just-a go inside” They go inside and take their seat. 

“so, How-a did you know about this place” Peppino opens the drink menu and browses the choices. “Oh, Y’know... Noisette tells me a lot.” The Noise opens his menu and giggles. 

The waiter comes over and the two order their drinks. While the waiter walks away Peppino takes notice to a stage across the bar that the tables surrounded. There was a man getting on stage along with some people holding instruments. “Oh! that be the owner looks like someone’s about to preform.” 

The waiter comes back with their drinks and Peppino begins to take a sip. The owner taps the mic “Hello everyone thank you for coming tonight! As it is Sunday I would like you all to give it up for Y/N L/N!” 

Peppino nearly chokes on his scotch when he hears your name come out of the mans mouth. “N-no that cant be the same Y/N” Peppino thinks. “Somethin on your mind peps?” Peppino looks at Noise and he has the widest smirk plastered on his face. “Yeah... Noisette told me your little friend preforms here every sunday.” He makes air quotes with his fingers when he said little friend. “So I thought why check it out?” The Noise very evilly chuckles. 

Just when Peppino turns back around you enter the stage wearing a long beautiful white dress with your hair and face all done up. You dont notice Peppino and The Noise.

As Peppino sees you his face goes red he had never seen you so done up before. When he sees you at his pizzeria you usually wear a pair of jeans with boots matched with a black tank. Never in a tight beautiful dress outlining your every curve and... His face starts to sweat. “Dio mio...” he whispers to himself pulling on his neck collar. 

You start singing... 

“Stars shining bright above you...night breezes seem to whisper I love you. Birds singing in the sycamore tree... Dream a little dream of me” 

(Dream a little dream of me - The Mamas & The Papas) 

As you continue to sing Peppino looks at you in awe. He had never heard you sing before and he had no idea how heavenly it was. He felt like he could listen for hours and never get tired of your voice. He feels himself practically falling into a trance before Noises voice interrupts. “Someones excited” Peppino quickly looks at The noise who still is grinning ear to ear “Stai zitto” Peppino sternly says. Of course The Noise had no idea what he said but he could guess it was Peppino telling him to zip it. 

“Hey fat man. Dont tell her you were here.” The noise takes a sip of his drink. “She aint want nobody knowing about this. Noisette says she embarrassed.” Peppino looks at him with shock. “Why-a would she be ever embarrassed.” Peppino questions how you could ever be embarrassed with your voice. “Well not sure. But, if you still wanna hear it. You gotta keep your mouth shut” Peppino nods and continues to listen to you.

He will come here every Sunday and take this secret to his grave.    

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#character: peppino #noisette #the noise #peppino x reader #peppino pizza tower #pizza tower x reader #peppino my beloved #peppino

[pudgewizard]

Gay Pastries

This is a Fionna and Cake (2023) fanfiction that includes stuffing, burps and belly noises. If you don't like this, please don't read. Thank you, and for the rest of you, enjoy <3

Marshall Lee laid against the brick wall, guitar in hand. He looked down at his guitar case; only about a couple bucks in there so far. Lee hoped to make more, so he could afford a place away from his mom.

So he lifted up his guitar, held the curve with his knee, and began strumming.

Tumbleweeds and Rattlesnake-

Grrrrbrbllle!

Lee was immediately thrown off his groove by his belly.

"Buddy," he jiggled his portly stomach. "It's my turn to sing, okay?"

brrrbl..

He couldn't afford a decent lunch with the money he had at the moment. But he felt his stomach writhe in hunger, pangs approaching by the minute. Then he remembered; the bag of cookies Fionna had given him. His mouth watered thinking about how wonderful they tasted.

As his belly bellowed a deep, sorrowful grumble, it was decided. Marshall was getting more cookies.

-

"Welcome to Butler's Buttery Buns!" A cheery Gary Prince greeted. "How may I be of service today?"

Marshall Lee scanned the pastries behind the glass and, while looking good, didn't find the gingerbread men.

"Would you like some help finding something?" Gary asked.

Marshall blushed.

"N-no, no," Lee chuckled nervously. "I'm good! I was just..browsing..I should really get going-"

GRRRRBRBLLLE!..

Lee paused in his steps, frozen in his own cringe. His face flared up in temperature. He cringed even more as he heard the man behind the counter laugh gently.

"I.. I'm sorry. I'll leave you be-"

"No no! Don't go!" Gary rushed over. "That was just..cute is all. But golly, your tummy sounds ferocious."

Marshall looked at the man's face. His eyes sparkled like stars and he had the most adorable blush.

"So what were you looking for exactly?" Gary broke the silence.

"Oh! Um..I don't even know if you have them..my friend gave me these gingerbread men that had this delicious raspberry icing.."

"You thought they were delicious?!" Gary grinned.

Marshall backed up in surprise.

"Sorry." Gary chuckled. "I just…love baking those cookies. And it's great to hear feedback like that..very reassuring. Thanks.

"Wow. Um..you're welcome, I guess." Lee blushed.

"Unfortunately, we're out. In the meantime, I'm baking more in the oven. But I don't want you going anywhere on an empty belly."

"Oh please, um," Lee read Gary's name tag. "Gary! I appreciate it. But I don't have enough money to-"

"Friend. Baking is a passion of mine. I don't do it for the money. It's on the house."

-

Luckily, his boss went home for the night, so Gary wouldn't suffer repercussions for giving away free pastries. He flipped the sign to 'closed', and then led Marshall to the break room.

"So while we wait for the cookie men to finish baking, I want you to try some other pastries I made! This one's an eclair with cream cheese inside."

Rrrrr…

"Wow…" Marshall took the eclair and took a bite out of it. Cream cheese poured into his mouth. But the icing on top perfectly balanced it out. It made his taste buds open up.

"This is so amazing!" Marshall tried to say, but his mouth was full, so it came out as, 'Fis if fo amafim!'.

"Chew with your mouth closed, cutie." Gary chuckled as he blushed. Marshall blushed back. He turned his attention to finishing the eclair. He licked the icing and cream cheese off his fingers once he finished. Lee patted his stomach in satisfaction.

"Goodness!" Gary chuckled. "You finished that one quickly!"

"It was so good, Gary." Marshall laid back in his chair, rubbing his belly.

Gllllorp!

"Did you eat too fast?" Gary asked, worried.

"Nah.." Lee moaned slightly. "I'm still hungry, actually…"

"Oh.." Gary blushed. "Well, let me grab you some more treats I made!"

"How many do you have in there?"

"A lot… my boss doesn't let me sell my own treats.."

"That sucks balls. These pastries are like, the best I've had in a while. You deserve to share your art with the world!"

"I…." Gary sniffled. "Thank you..um.."

"Marshall Lee."

Brbebrbrble..

"And this is my belly." Lee patted his chubby middle. "I like to sing, but he also likes to chime in, uninvited."

"It's very nice to meet you two."

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And so Gary kept bringing in pastries. From creme puffs, to crepes, to muffins, and so on. With every creamy or sweet treat, Marshall's belly grew pudgier. His belly gurgled no longer from hunger, but from satisfactory digestion. Gary looked upon Lee's belly with pleasure. It looked so soft and plump.

Ding!

"Ah! The gingerbread men are ready! I'll go icing them up!"

Gary left to the kitchen as Lee was left with his distended belly.

grrarrr..

"Aw, getting packed in there? I was just having fun.."

Lee began rubbing his stomach, but it just wasn't doing the job.

"Here they are!" Gary cheerfully came in with the cookies. "Oh my, you look positively stuffed, Lee."

"I know." Lee sighed. "But I want more…but my hands aren't helping calm my tummy down much.."

"Would you.." Gary began to blush. "Want me to help."

Marshall blushed back.

"Please. Of course."

Gary gently placed his hand on Marshall's belly. He could feel everything gurgling under his hand. It was so soft and warm, like a heated pillow. He began rubbing clockwise. Lee already felt better, yet flustered. His belly was throwing a tantrum in there, yet Gary didn't seem to mind. He just smiled warmly as he rubbed. So Marshall just laid back as he sighed in relief.

OOOUUUURP!

Marshall let out a humongous belch. Blushing, he covered his face.

"Excuse me.." Lee groaned.

"You're excused." Gary chuckled. "That's probably what had your tummy throwing a riot! You feel better?"

Marshall nodded as he sighed in relief.

"I think I…made enough room for those cookies.."

"Here, let me feed you. You've worked really hard today, Marshall Lee."

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[bloodblanks]

solace [masky / hoodie x reader] — chapter i.

Two years after the disappearance of Tim and Brian, you were finally ready to move on with your life and attend university in a new city. As you prepare to leave, your innocent quest for online furniture shopping devolves into an insidious nostalgia trip as you reminisce your missing best friends.

author's note: this fanfiction will contain explicit content, including rape/non-con, kidnapping, stockholm syndrome, and similar themes.

please read at your own discretion.

<- previous chapter

You knew there would be a storm tonight. The sky flushed with muted shades of blue, dark opaque clouds roaming above, covering the rest of the city and blocking out any sunlight. However, it wasn’t like you needed the sun. In fact, you were perfectly pleased without it. You had contented yourself with spending the entire afternoon cooped up in your room, browsing through the many tabs of furniture that IKEA had to offer. While the selection was plentiful, they were missing one thing—something you actually liked. With a sigh of frustration, you put your laptop down and flopped back onto your bed.

It wouldn’t be long until you would be moving to university, just a few weeks away, and you still hadn’t picked anything. Maybe it was your fault for renting an unfurnished apartment, but you liked the idea of decorating everything precisely as you wanted it. That, and it was cheaper as well.

Your parents had agreed to help you move your pre-existing things and assist in assembling the newly required furniture when it arrived. After all, they would be within driving distance of your new home, just two hours North. You knew the travel between the two cities was inconvenient, only really doable by car, hence the new place.

Why you attended a university two hours away when you could attend the prestigious university in your current area was beyond most people. The truth was that you hadn’t been accepted to the one close to you, and either you’d attend the one that granted you acceptance or none at all. Of course, you kept this fact well hidden from everyone around you, including your own family as well.

While the university in your area was prestigious, it wasn’t by any means Ivy League or even close. Your grades were just lacking, to say the least. But you would never want to suffer the shame of having to admit something like that. And so you lied, telling everyone you just wanted a new experience. Something along the lines of seeing the world and making new friends. What bullshit, you thought.

Then again, however, there was some truth to that statement. It was possible that a change of pace, a breath of fresh air, and a new start would do you good. You had never lived anywhere else, and perhaps you could use some adventure or at least a new city to explore. Your hometown had gotten stale and rather suffocating for you to live in. Not only were you tired of the same mundane everyday routine, but you also constantly suffered from a weight that hung over you, no matter where you went.

It could only be natural, though. After all, too much had happened for you to be able to just shake things off and leave them in the past. Not that you didn’t try, you did. You did your best to rid yourself of the sullen atmosphere constantly lingering over you. You went to therapy and talked to people, but nothing changed. It was just too much, too soon, too hard. Even though it had been two years since the incident initially happened, your memories held far longer, far more than just that.

Maybe it was just an unfortunate event for the rest of the city. At the time of the incident, the residents had been sent into a panic, but as more time passed, what happened was no longer relevant, no longer thought of, and no longer worth caring about. Everyone moved on with their daily lives, returned to what they were doing previously, and continued like nothing had happened. Everyone save for you and a few others. But there was no reason for it to have affected anyone else; you knew that they didn’t share the memories you had, didn’t experience the events you did, and didn’t know the story like you knew. Like you still know. You swore you’d never forget.

Your online furniture shopping quest was long since over. You were no longer in the mood to do such frivolous things, not when the same thoughts that had haunted you for the past couple of years rose back up from the dead. You stood up from the bed and turned your laptop off, causing the music you played in the background to sharply cut off. The room was now completely silent like it always was when you allowed yourself to reminisce about the past. Inhaling slowly, you took a deep breath to steady yourself before you opened your closet, reaching into one of the bottom shelves. Your hands brushed across the familiar texture of cardboard. Sliding your hands underneath the box, you picked it up and took it out of the closet. You could see the memorabilia peeking out of the box as you set it down on the floor before you, sitting down cross-legged next to it.

Taking out the first item was always the same. It sat at the very top, covering everything beneath it as if it was the lid of the box. Touching your hands to the soft fabric of the hoodie, you brought it up to your face, leaning in and smelling it. Maybe that was weird, but at least it was strange in the privacy of your own bedroom; nobody else had to know about this. Inhaling the scent of citrus and pine, you noticed it had somewhat faded since the last time you took it out. It had been quite a while, so it was only natural, yet you still felt a tinge of sadness, wondering just how much more time it would take until the scent was gone entirely, leaving you with nothing at all. You wished for the ability to freeze time, solely for this piece of clothing, so that the harsh tides of time wouldn’t wash away the remaining fragrance, leaving you exclusively with wreckage. The scent wasn’t particularly delightful; it was likely some cheap, far too strong—although that did turn out to be in your favour—male deodorant spray. But it smelled like him.

It smelled like him, and that was one of the few things you had left. You were grateful for it.

Tim was going through his emo phase when he owned that hoodie, although he was robbed of the chance to grow out of it. You wondered, if he was still here, would he have grown out of it by now? Probably, you thought. Likely, he’d be going to university as well. With his grades when he was still here—he never cared much for school—he probably would’ve had to attend the same university as you. Maybe you wouldn’t have been so alone.

It wasn’t even a question when it came to Brian. Putting down the black hoodie and picking up Brian’s notebook, you knew for a fact he would have easily gotten into almost any university he wanted. Perhaps you were biased, but you believed it to be accurate, regardless, that Brian was a genius. You thought so then and still felt so now as you looked through his notes. His writing was clear, his notes were organized and neat and always came in useful when you or Tim chose to sleep in during class. It was surprising that he was in the same classes as you or any of your courses at all, considering how he could’ve taken them all at a higher level. You wondered if he just chose not to, for whatever reason. If it were you in his place, you likely would have stayed back to remain with your friends. You would’ve done anything to be by their side.

Outside your room, the rumbling of thunder could be heard. Glancing out the window, you saw a brief flash of lightning. The storm came on fast. You actually quite appreciated stormy weather. While most people held disdain for it, you found the roar of thunder soothing in some strange way. You continued looking out the window, watching as the strikes of lightning lit up the sky like New Year’s Eve, counting down the seconds until the sound of thunder was heard. You didn’t need to do so; you knew you were safe in your home, but nonetheless, it had become a habit of yours.

“Do you know how to tell the distance between lightning and thunder?” Brian asked. The three of you were sprawled over the roofed area of the back porch, watching as droplets rained down upon you, the sky filled with dense, thick clouds.

“You just count the seconds in between,” you grumbled, thinking he was taking you for an idiot, “everyone knows that.”

“No, not exactly. You have to divide by three.” You rolled your eyes at Brian correcting you. He often did it, and while you were impressed by all the random facts he knew, you didn’t appreciate being constantly wrong, even though you were accustomed to feeling stupid around Brian. After all, you copied off his homework. It wasn’t solely because you were lazy. That alone said enough.

“Aw, is someone pouting now?”

Tim loved teasing you and now was no exception. It was a common occurrence that he would be getting on the last of your nerves while Brian was audience to it. You knew that Brian would step in if things got too far, but until then, he found amusement in the petty squabbles you two would have. He just didn’t show it.

“Shut up. I’ll beat your ass.” you jokingly threatened Tim, but if he ever pushed it, you wouldn’t hesitate to make truth of your threat, and the both of you knew that. It didn’t happen as often as it used to; however, you regularly got into fights when you were younger. Back then, you were stronger than him, and your battles tended to result in Tim getting upset and then complaining to Brian, who always played peacekeeper. Things changed after puberty. You stood at an unfortunate [height] while Tim had grown to an approximate 180, and while he wasn’t as tall as Brian—who was at least 185cm—he had the muscle to make up for it. You no longer stood a chance against him, let alone be able to win fights like you did pre-puberty. However, the two of you would still play fight, and he’d still entertain you and go easy. Tim had accidentally used too much strength a few times, and you’d get a minor injury of sorts, but those times were far and few between.

Whenever that happened, Tim always insisted that he didn’t care and that you had it coming, all while Brian would be helping you up and telling Tim off. You never took it personally when it happened since you were friends, and you did kind of have it coming. As much as he would say he didn’t feel bad, you know that he secretly did because he was always friendlier than usual for the upcoming days afterwards.

“One Mississippi.” Tim counted, interrupting your thoughts. There had been a flash of lightning.

“Two Mississippi.” Your turn. It would be Brian after.

“Three Mississippi,” he said, right on time.

The three of you counted to twelve in turn before the inevitable crash of thunder was heard, a deep rumbling that shook the skies.

“Four kilometres.” Brian noted, and you replied, “Yeah, we get it. You’re good at math.”

Tim snickered. “Not like it’s basic math or anything.”

He earned himself a light smack on the upper arm. You saw the corners of his mouth twitch upwards right before he jumped on you, tackling you to the ground. You wrestled against his grip, which he never held too firmly, and you managed to eventually roll out from underneath him, panting for air.

“You two are children,” Brian commented, stifling a giggle.

“You’re the same age as us!” you yelled.

“Not maturity-wise,” he responded.

“Whatever you say.” you scoffed at him, crossing your arms over your chest, beginning to pout.

As the three of you turned your attention back to the storm brewing above, you watched in unison the bright flashes of the sky and counted in unison the seconds between the next clap of thunder. Eventually, you started feeling cold, asking to return indoors.

And so you did, but that was not the last time there was a storm, nor was it the last time the three of you counted for it. You had been together counting for every storm since, almost like a tradition, and as the three of you were rarely apart, you had not missed a single one since.

Now that it was just you, you vowed to continue your tradition. For them. In memory of them.

You were still clutching Brian’s notebook, gaze frozen towards the window, when you slowly woke from your daze. You absentmindedly flipped through the rest of the pages in the notebook until you noticed something odd that caught your eye. Flipping back a few pages to where you had seen it, you looked at the doodle on the page. It was a small, crudely scribbled drawing of something resembling a stick man with many trees surrounding him. Seven, to be exact. You frowned. You found something about the drawing eerie and unsettling, but you weren’t sure what exactly it was. Maybe it was just the fact that Brian never typically drew, or it was the lack of context behind the drawing, or perhaps the strange style in which it was drawn, resembling a child’s art in one of those classic horror movies. Why had Brian drawn this? Did it matter? You weren’t sure of the answer.

Lightning flashed outside your window, a bright beam shooting down from the sky. You began your count, “One Mississippi, two Mi—” and then you were cut off by the loud crash of thunder. You didn’t know how to do the exact math, but you were sure it would equal less than a kilometre, the closest it’s ever been. Previously, you had only counted up to three Mississippis, and it was with Tim and Brian. You shuddered, a chill running over your skin, the air in the room suddenly dropping a few degrees.

It couldn’t have been anything. Surely not. There’s nothing objectively wrong right now; I should just calm down. Taking a deep and slow inhale, you tried to steady your breathing and heartbeat, which was beginning to accelerate. Breathing out, you closed the notebook shut, putting it back inside the cardboard box. You did the same with the hoodie, and you pushed down the two flaps of cardboard on top, closing it and then placing it back inside the closet. Back where it belonged. A case safely storing your memories, something to be left in the closet, doors shut, lingering in the past—it was anything but.

You had told yourself that you would leave it here, leave the box of things here and all the memories attached to it in this home. You would start anew, meet new people, befriend them, look towards the future, and forget about the past. But deep down in your heart, you knew you just couldn’t do it. While you had given up on finding them sometime around a year ago, after exhausting your efforts and staying up each night, you hadn’t moved on. From the search, perhaps, but not from the loss. As you glanced at the box you had just placed down, you already knew it would be coming with you to your new apartment.

And that each time you missed home, you could take out the box and still feel like a small part of them was with you. It could almost be as if they never left your side. Like they were still here. Like things were normal.

Like your world hadn’t fallen apart right in front of your eyes.

Crawling into bed, you pulled the covers over your body, deciding it was a good day for an early bedtime. Hiding in the comfort of your sheets, you counted the distance between the times your bedroom was set alight and listened as the thunder cried, slowly drifting off to sleep. 

next chapter ->

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[star-pup01]

Chapter 4 of my unhinged fanfiction is here.

Just posting it here for the people who browse botw fanfiction.

Summary:

Throughout his entire journey, Link tried to ignore the Master Sword. If he could simply put off removing it from its pedestal, then he could delay his responsibilities to Hyrule. Unfortunately, Link could not stall forever. The Calamity grew stronger every day, and he had kept Zelda and the Champions waiting for far too long. However, with one final plea for help while pulling the Master Sword, Link awakens a spirit that has slept within the blade for eons. Link had always thought it unfair that he had been the only Champion given a second chance. Now, with the Master Sword's awakening, a strange musical instrument, and a wolf hellbent on bullying Revali specifically, Link finds that he might be able to give them that second chance. Despite the risks, Link refuses to settle for the bare minimum of a flawed "victory". If he's going to put his life on the line again, he's going to do it his way.

Tags included in the link (I do not know how to do these well on tumblr forgive me :(

#revalink #breath of the wild #link #revali #fi #good bit of skyward sword today too mmhmm #Skybound Wishes

[koifishart]

I want to be Your Koi Fish

Warning: +18 content, criminal underworld, intercourse, strong language - and so on

Fanfiction based on: "Baki" by Itagaki Keisuke

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She must have had absolutely enough of her current job, because she agreed expressly, but pointed out that she wanted it to be unofficial until the day she finished school. He wasn't going to press her down to anything, and to use her skills only when necessary. Hanayama preferred to see her on private grounds, when they could talk quietly and enjoy their own company. He considered. He wasn't sure if it was love, but in an indefinable way he wanted her close. The closer the better. He was sitting on the inside terrace sipping green tea, deciding to call. At the last moment, he noticed Kizaki standing nearby. He studied him as usual. Faithful to his father, mother and him. Good advisor, great diplomat, right hand. He could always be a step ahead of his thoughts, which made him more than useful. It took a few rings her to answer. The first thing he heard was a terrible noise, a bit like she was in the zoo with a trip from primary school, and next to it the road was undergoing renovation.

- Very bad timing... - Hanabi finally spoke.

- Busy? - he asked naive.

- I'll show you. - she murmured.

He pulled the phone away from his ear and an image appeared on the screen. First a piece of her T-shirt, blue with navy blue dots, a dark, long ponytail that fell over her shoulder next to an amazing green eye, and then everything she had behind her back - a square kitchen table and children. Very energetic, screaming, running blindly, quite a large herd of CHILDREN. He didn't get a closer look, but he probably saw four girls and three boys. Though it might as well have been an entire platoon. The picture's gone.

- My three sisters and mother came to visit, so...they went shopping, and I stayed at home with my nephews. - she explained, then heard a loud crack and her groan. - DAD'S PORCELAIN! I'll call you back if I survived.

She hung up. He had completely forgotten that she had sisters, nor had he suspected that they were mothers. He didn't like this arrangement. Everything indicated that they treated her like a free babysitter.

- Something's wrong, boss? - Kizaki asked.

- If she don't call back for a few hours, someone died for sure.

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The day was not easy. They dropped off a bunch of children early in the morning, without even asking if she had other plans. She had. She was going to take the day off and rest, while browsing the online stores for new clothes. She was left alone, her father, in spite of very incorrect contacts with her mother, became their chauffeur and most likely porter, which he did not seem to mind. She understood him... he missed the person he loved. She missed too, though she wasn't sure if she loved or just felt attached or even obligated to Kaoru. She spent the day cooking for a bunch of fussy eaters, playing something they did not want to play, reading books to children who "are already too old to read, they are turned on an audiobook" and similar, very developing and pleasant things for both sides. In the late afternoon they returned, loaded with bags, and she would have given her a hand cut off after visiting the hairdresser and beautician. No, she didn't miss it, she didn't like to make-up or so, but the argument, "you have children, you will understand," made little argument for leaving her alone with the seven each time, when there were always four of them. She hoped that at least she would read, since they had already arrived, but it turned out that their LOVED SERIES was broadcast on TV (two months ago she heard about the beloved one and the title sounded completely different), so since she is sitting with the children anyway ... She looked at her sisters. All three were lovely, but some so... identical? Despite their natural differences, they had a very similar style of dressing and brushing. A moderately smart chimpanzee would notice that they were siblings. The oldest, Ayame, stubbornly lightened her hair. So in the end she was quite tall, very fair blonde with green eyes. Shizuka was born natural red after her mother, with sapphire eyes after her father. Yui, the youngest of the three, naturally black-haired with blue eyes as the previous one. They were intelligent, had potential, but preferred to use their physical qualities to live... somehow. That's the only thing she could say about their tactics. She was surprised every time, but they said they'd rather pretend to be cute idiots than show off eloquence and wisdom ... unless it was necessary or profitable. Fortunately, the children were persuaded to take part in a drawing competition, and she kept mochi hidden in her wardrobe for the black hour. She had a moment of rest. She fell on the bed watching little things pour a sea of creativity onto the sheets of paper. She promised to call back ... He must have been waiting, because he answered very quickly.

- I warn you, I don't have so much time. Mother and sisters are "so terribly busy with the TV", and I'm still with kids. - she muttered conspiratorially. - Fortunately, they go to sleep soon.

- Get dressed, I'm gonna kidnap you. - Kaoru fired quite seriously.

- Are you deaf?! There's no option!

- There is, but it seems that you're afraid of to go against your mother. - he replied. - Do you prefer me to come for you?

She imagined it. The mother opens the door, and behind it stands a muscular guy who looks at least five years older, scarred by samurai swords, asking about her daughter. Even though they don't live together anymore, she would get a detention for the rest of her life and celibacy ... for one more day. Then mother would call the police and make up more scary stories, and her sisters would die of wanting to feel at least one of his big biceps, grateful in the most immoral way they could possibly enter their heads.

- Nope, I'm fine. I'll do it. - she replied firmly.

She tidied up the kids' room, made futons, and shaded the windows. Everything was ready. Tied her hair in two braids that fell over her shoulders, then pulled on black shorts and long socks, threw a loose beige t-shirt over her head, and zipped her black sneakers on the wedge. She threw the backpack on her shoulder to go down after a while. They were all sitting on the couch watching TV, sighing at the handsome man on the screen. Hanabi cleared her throat to get their attention. They didn't like the fact that she stopped looking at some Latin muscles.

- Room's ready, kids are drawing upstairs, you can do the rest. - she ruled on her way to the door. - I'm leaving.

- What? You were supposed to look after the children! - mother said indignantly.

- I just found out that my boyfriend has a free moment, which is rare. I'd love to use it. - she replied firmly.

She looked at the three sisters and felt like slapping her head. She just gave them water for the mill. BOY. A man in the life of the youngest. It's a wonderful topic for gossip and chat. Especially considering the mother's newest philosophy of life. She won't come out.

- Whaaaaaat? - Shizuka was surprised. - Boy? Boyfriend?!

- You didn't boast. - Yui growled.

- How is he? - Ayame asked. - Great?

- Well...a year older, tall... - she replied, wondering what else to say so as not to interest them too much. - ...intelligent eyeglass.

- A NERD?! - they snapped together with disgust.

She wondered what he would look like a skinny man with glasses thicker than the bottoms of a bottle, and decided she had no idea. Mother was getting ready to forbid her, she was ready to jump to the door when father appeared in the room.

- DID YOU HEARD THAT?! - the parent was indignant. - Do you know, what's our child is doing?!

- Yes, and I don't mind. Kaoru is a very nice guy, he certainly cares about our daughter. - he replied calmly, then turned to the youngest. - Go, or you'll be late. Have a nice evening.

She had the impression that he was even glad that the girl was hanging out with a mafia boss. Well, it's hard to be "even worse". There were few who posed a real threat to Hanayama. She was glad that at least her father was on her side. She left, despite her mother's protests. He had great timing, or had been waiting for a few moments, she just didn't notice. This time he was alone, on foot, without any bodyguards. So the conclusion was obvious: he had eluded Kizaki. Again in a white suit and purple elegant shirt. She wondered if he was wearing anything else, or if he was simply stuffing wardrobes more monotonous than James Bond by simply caring about the image of the yakuza boss. She didn't even want to check if the sisters were sticking their noses to the windows to see who she was disappearing with.

They walked along a fairly well-known road leading through the park to the next district. She wondered where they were going.

- The plan was a bit different, but I got a call on the way... so I'll show you one spot. - he said in a low voice. - I warn you, do not lean out.

- Dangerous terrain? - she asked, smiling.

- Yes. - he confirmed. - The company even more.

At one point, she noticed that they switched to routes that she did not even know. She looked around carefully to remember every detail. She recognized a few of the surrounding streets, and after reflection she realized that she knew more or less where she was. He led her to a place she had heard about in city legends and "bad boys" stories. Home to all martial arts and related subjects, the Underground Arena. Whoever wins, gains prestige and fame among all the greats associated with sports of this type. In the middle of the sand ring stood the tiny owner of the sanctuary, Mitsunari Tokugawa. Very famous and valued, not only in the environment. He came from an illustrious family that had for centuries treated the martial arts and all those who dealt with them with great respect. There were five men beside him. One of average height, the rest minimum 185 cm. She knew their faces, heard about the escape of the greatest criminals for whom the death penalty was not successful. As ordered, she did not lean out. But she listened with growing concern. It didn't look colorful, but as she knew Kaoru, he was glad. He sipped his bourbon listening to Tokugawa's words. Fight without rules, only to let the fugitives know what failure is. She suspected that the yakuza boss would not have to be told twice. Anyway, he clearly said it in front of them - regardless of the situation, whether he was sick or in bed with a woman, he would be waiting. She began to worry about him involuntarily.

She didn't know where the fugitives would go, wasn't particularly interested in it. She walked out next to him, and that was the most important thing. With them were those he probably met in the arena. The creator of the Shin Shin Kai karate school and style - Doppo Orochi, who reportedly killed a tiger with his bare hand. Jujitsu master Goki Shibukawa, who she has heard of training judo policemen. Eishu Retsu, called Kaioh, like all the highest masters of Chinese kenpo, a living legend of his people. And the youngest of all this twisted group - the strongest boy in the world, current arena champion, training MMA - Baki Hanma. She expected that the son of the famous Ogre Yujiro would be a little taller, and it might turn out that he was shorter than her ... although she was not sure. That unbearable feeling again. Someone was watching her. She didn't like it, but maybe it's better that she didn't get used to it. She finally saw him, he wasn't hiding. Walked out just in front of them. Hanabi sighed heavily, covering her face with her hand. She didn't know what he might want, but in his case it could be all, or it might just be nothing. Oh, he was bored, he got out of his hole and that's it. Slightly long hair, combed mostly to one side, three-day stubble, skinned face. Yeah, he was drinking again, so guess she figured out what he wanted. She stopped in mid-step.

- Something's wrong, young lady? - Shibukawa became interested.

- The past has just caught up with me ... - she muttered sluggishly.

- Long time no see, my daughter. - the stranger said hoarsely.

- Do you know each other? - Kaoru asked.

- Yes, young man.

She barely noticed when he started to attack. Smooth movements, very unpredictable. She remembered the style too well. She jumped half a meter from him, watching closely. Surprisingly quickly, he stood relatively straight. But she wasn't stupid enough to think it was over, or couldn't afford more. If he wanted to, she could play for a while.

- Until now I have raised twelve sons. Twelve guys big as mountains, masters of my school... - he explained in a drunken tone, swinging between them as he approached her. - And only one daughter, an inconspicuous little child with those twelve bulls. Right, Hanabi?

She didn't block the blow. He hit vital point between the eyes perfectly. She felt a piercing pain from the bone near her nose spreading all over her skull and then to several other places. He didn't want to kill her, hit her too lightly. The force, however, was so great that she rolled over on the hard, compacted ground. She felt her face numb, and her eyes were blocked by a black curtain.

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Hanayama saw her body fly backwards, and there was little he could do. His heart skipped in his throat as he saw her head dangling over her sitting body, a trickle of blood dripping from her nose. He glared at the newcomer. Guy was already dead. He was absolutely against violence against women.

- Easy, big man, wait your turn! - The man laughed mockingly. - The girl is not finished yet. She's stubborn, and for me, she'd get up from the grave.

He must have been mad. She was unconscious after all! He turned, seeing an apparently badly folded, repeatedly broken index finger stretched out toward her. She stood up very unsteadily, taking her steps slowly. Hanabi looked at her opponent as if she didn't actually see at all. He had seen that dull expression on other faces many times, but never in someone who was still able to move.

- My blood! - the man chuckled.

He lunged towards her with a series of attacks, and she... surprisingly lightly fought them off. It was as if she was playing with a baby or a little kitten, even though it did not look like a toy. Finally, when the stunned opponent moved away a bit, she grasped him skillfully by the head and delivered a solid punch with her knee straight into the jaw. He fell to the ground, spitting blood and teeth. She grabbed his clothes. Even though her unconscious face showed no emotion, she looked as if she wanted to kill him.

- Hanabi, leave him, it's not worth it. Hanayama finally spoke.

- She won't hear you, she's unconscious! - The man laughed paranoidly, looking into green eyes completely expressionless. - Come on, kill me! You can!

- Fuck off or treat me normally, Master Wu Song. - she croaked finally, spitting blood on him.

She threw it to the ground, then stood as if nothing had happened, dusted her clothes, and reached for the backpack that must have fallen from her hands as she flew stunned by the blow. She took the bandage out of it, covered her nose, and exhaled gently through it to let the rest of the slime drain. Sometimes he forgot completely that life was a threat to her.

- Would you like some ramen? I pay. - she threw in their direction. - I'm starving.

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The last thing she could expect was HIM. She didn't owe him anything, and she didn't really feel like "dropping in for tea." Besides, the last few months have been extremely busy, so she simply didn't have time to visit the school. He didn't have to take the fatal twelve with him - thank goodness! She liked them, but they were a pain in the ass, and she valued relative peace. Maybe that's why she liked Kaoru so much? Despite the position he occupied, the sport he chose and huge dimensions, he was a real oasis. She led them to the best (and the only) ramen restaurant she knew in the area. She reached her on the last drops of fuel, grateful for the bowl of pasta and toppings placed in front of her by the owner. They had known each other for a long time, he knew that when she came, she would stuff herself under the cork, so he usually added something extra. She waited for nothing, felt the saliva drip down to her waist.

- The appetite is good, almost like Baki! - Retsu laughed.

- It's subconscious fighting fault. - she explained, nibbling on an egg marinated in soy sauce. - This part of the mind is triggered mainly when we sleep. The brain is working at full capacity, but as the body is at rest, the balance becomes even and energy consumption is low. If we add exercise, the technique becomes terribly fuel-consuming.

- Uuu ... somebody's got body chemistry in their little finger! - whistled Doppo appreciatively.

- I'll find out who it was? - Hanayama muttered from beside her.

- Eh... the man who started teaching me Muay Thai eight years ago. - she muttered, looking at him with the air of a beaten dog. - I heard that he was supposed to be Kaioh, but he he lost interest.

- It doesn't work like that... - Retsu muttered.

- I'm inclined to believe that he does. It was enough for him to escape the temple. - she replied. - Recently, he probably doesn't feel like living, maybe that's why he threw so much. He is a capricious and complicated man.

She thought. Yes... extremely complicated. She remembered that day. She walked down the street completely shattered after her mother walked away with a bang, slamming her father in the face and the door for goodbye. As if something inside her snapped. Not that she was attached, but a full family, even if mostly on paper, gave her psychological comfort. She couldn't find a place for herself ... until she finally reached the end of a completely deserted street. She saw an old, battered signboard saying that somewhere in this building houses the school of boxing and Chinese kenpo. Interesting connection. Her legs carried her to the basement, where she actually found training boys, several years older than her. There was also someone who looked like a teacher. A tall, well-built man with a rough, weathered face. He gulped at her, saying that there was nothing to look for here and all she could say was "teach me." He threw her out the door, so she came back in, saying the same thing. This time he slapped, drawing the attention of the participants. He only growled at them that it was none of their business and, glaring at her in disgust, turned on his heel. She decided not to let go. She wrote to her father that she's busy and would be back when done. She shouldn't, but was pretty sure no policeman would be looking for her in a gutter like this. She knew he needed her, but she couldn't help but be selfish. The guy probably hoped girl would give it up. She did not. She slept on the doormat for a week. In the meantime, he insulted her, cursed her about the worst, called on whores, mediocrity, stupid jerks, spit on her every time. In the end, his conscience seemed to move him, because she woke up on a mattress in the training room. He agreed, but his expression suggested he was not very willing to do so. She was supposed to show up every evening and not complain, because if she insists so much, he will show her what she has worked for. The first training sessions were terrible. He was trying hard to prove that girl was too weak, fragile, unskillful, and inflexible. After two months she couldn't get up, luckily it was summer vacation, she didn't have to worry about dragging her body on shaking legs to school. Father openly admitted that he did not understand it, but as long as he is alive and still wants to, he will not object. She was going to smash head to the wall and probably succeeded. In the end, he decided to teach her something he hadn't shown to any other student. Muay Thai, enriched with several drunk boxing techniques. He laughed furiously that if he beat her face well, she didn't have to drink to be able to handle the technique. After all, he must have exaggerated. She woke up with a bleeding nose, on her back, and

#oc x canon #hanayama kaoru #baki the grappler #fanfic #fanfiction #baki hanayama #kaoru hanayama #yakuza #baki dou #baki headcanons #baki son of ogre #baki hanma #+18 content

[shyfandomfan]

You know, after that reveal of who blackwater is, I literally had to pause and take a break while trying to process that bombshell. This whole thing with the Windmaster just hurt so freaking much. By this point though I've moved on and I'm now on chapter 126, the Windmaster is still missing and possibly still being kept by He Xuan, Who knows.

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But also, despite what happened I do know from browsing fanfiction that He Xuan and the windmaster are shipped together. And a thought came to me, what about a beauty and the beast AU for them?! I just feel like that would fit them, are there already some fanfiction of this for them? If not I think there should be, I would just really like an Beauty and the Beast AU.

#heaven official's blessing #donghua #manhwa #heaven official's blessing novel

[aura-acolyte]

🎙 Where did you first get the idea for Mare?

//Okay, so, story time. Let me take you back to August 2018. The world had gone to shit, Avengers Infinity War had recently released in theaters, and I was a 14 year old boy (probably) who had just discovered the internet.

//I had taken to browsing TV Tropes in my spare time, still do but not as frequently. Something, something, ruin your life. Anyways, TV Tropes has many pages for many different things, far beyond just TV and Tropes. Among those was fanfiction and through it I discovered a treasure trove of ages long past. That Golden Fandom Era of great cringe.

//You see, most of TV Tropes' pages on fanfiction are for some pretty old stuff. They've got pages on newer fics too, its a great source of advertising, but the website was launched in 2004 it goes back ages and newer fics aren't crosswicked as much. So much of my fanfiction exposure was older stuff. The classics. And, of course, one of the fic types I came across was Nuzlocke fics. The idea of doing a Nuzlocke Challenge intrigued me, and the idea of writing a fic about it more so. And thus, my journey bega.

//I booted up my favorite game in the series, Pokemon Alpha Sapphire, and restarted. incidentally wiping several years worth of event legendaries and the event Blaziken I'd carried over from XY out of existance. I'm sorry XY Event Blaziken with Speed Boost and Blazikenite. You will be missed. What was I saying?

//Oh right, I restarted Alpha Sapphire, selected the female pc with blissful ignorance of my own gender fluidity, named her Mare, and began my run... I wrote one chapter and then gave up because I got too attached to the Pokemon and having to release them made me cry. But, while that was the end for that fic, it was not the end for Mare. I tried to write several more fics for her which, uh, weren't good and can hopefully stay buried forever. 14 year old me had a bit of a perverted streak that I am not proud of.

//Then roleplaying came into the picture. I've been roleplaying for... this'll be my 8th year roleplaying online. Jeez. Anyways, I used to do forum roleplays before I got kind of tired of that and stopped. Takes a lot of effort to maintain a forum roleplay and, honestly, a lot of the people on the site I used were assholes, elitists, gatekeepers, or all three. But I'm not here to trash talk people behind their backs.

//So, I started a Pokemon forum roleplay and repurposed Mare for it. Because my Nuzlocke fic was inspired by classic Nuzlocke fics, Mare could understand Pokemon for no explained reason other than to make it easier for the reader to grow attached to them before they die. I also gave her enhanced strength because I thought a teenage girl punching out Archie would be funny. Now, for the roleplay space, I had to explain it. Luckily, I remembered a movie I'd watched as a kid, Lucario and the Mystery of Mew, and also by that point it was 2020 and I was an avid Smash Ultimate player who mained Lucario. So I gave her Aura powers to justify it, added on Aura Vision, discovered Sapphire Pokespe existed halfway through making her character sheet and used her as Mare's faceclaim, and bada bing bada boom, Marie "Mare" Birch was born. But we aren't quite at final form Mare yet.

//In February of 2023 I joined Tumblr and one month later, in March, I discovered Pokemon IRL. Eager to join in, I created a blog for... Caleb Vixen, normal fox guy and intended self insert. I created Mare's blog 20 days later. When I created the blog I expanded her Aura Powers to include durability, healing, and any moves a Lucario can use (Aura Sphere mainly), and gave her the epithet Chosen of Rayquaza. Also, she was the worst. Like, she was still a hero but she was also an asshole. This was true of all versions of Mare up to that point. Its kind of incredible looking at her right now where her defining personality trait is being nice vs back when I started where her defining personality trait was being an asshole. Oh, also, when the blog started it had been six months since her Journey ended not five years I don't know how that happened.

//So, Chosen of Rayquaza, what did that mean? Nothing. I just thought it sounded cool. But, when I had Mare make a little joke about "I don't know what Chosen of Rayquaza means" it quickly gained a meaning, largely thanks to @pinkhairandpokemon, who introduced me to the concept of Chosen AUs which I had no idea existed at the time. Anyways, Mare ended up with Rayquaza powers and a savior complex and also became much nicer. Then a bunch of other stuff happened and a good chunk of it had to be retconned away and now you're here.

//tl;dr, she came from a Nuzlocke fic.

#ooc #ooc post #ooc ask

[faulty-writes]

[ This idea came to me when I was browsing for phone cases and I stumbled upon one that looked like an old-fashioned cassette tape (Which was awesome). I thought that Hizashi might be the type to have an appreciation for things like that and thus this fanfiction was born. Love this loud man. ]

[ When you graduated from Yuuei, you left a piece of your heart behind. Most would say it was wrong to have feelings for your teacher, but the only thing you had done wrong was refused to tell Hizashi how you felt. But now that you accepted an invitation to help with Yuuei's latest project, you were determined to tell him, and what better way than through something he loved? ]

You weren’t entirely sure how you felt about this, but you were passionate when it came to your craft, and with times being as dark as they were, with the recent prison break which released dangerous villains including All For One. You were happy to return to Yuuei and help construct it into a robotic and mechanical wonder.

Of course, there was another reason you had agreed to help, and it was silly and maybe even selfish. You knew it was natural to feel connected to your teachers, but there was one that you had grown fond of when you were a student, and you were eager to see him again.

You had already planned to reveal how you felt about him using one of his favorite things and although you didn’t know how he would respond, that wouldn’t stop you from going through with it. In fact, you planned to see him as soon as you set foot through the doors of Yuuei High.

“I’m very happy you accepted the invitation, in dire times like these we could use all the help we can get,” Principal Nezu said with a smile, he was sitting at his desk with his paws pressed against the top of it. “I’m happy to help,” you replied, hoping he wouldn’t catch onto the fact you were getting antsy.

“As a former student, you’re already familiar with the layout of Yuuei and I’m sure you’ve heard of the support student that’s close to breaking the record you set,” you nodded. “Yes sir, I’m aware of that student. Mei Hatsume, was it?” you asked. “Mmhm,” he replied before climbing off his chair and walking over to you.

“Come, I’ll introduce you,” he motioned with one paw in the air. “Mm…” you frowned but followed him regardless. Your head turned back and forth, drowning in the sense of nostalgia. “The school hasn’t changed much,” you commented, feeling the excitement build the closer you got to the Department of Support.

“Perhaps not the interior, but we have changed several rules and regulations to ensure the safety of our students,” Nezu replied before stopping outside the entrance to the Development Studio. “Hey,” you said, leaning down to speak quietly into his ear.

“Where is Present Mic? I was kind of hoping to see him,” you admitted, growing slightly flushed. “Hm?” Nezu looked at you, noting the discoloration of your cheeks and while he had his suspicions, he decided to play it off. “That walk must have exhausted you,” he said with a shrug.

“Perhaps we can get some water after introducing you to Hatsume,” he suggested before proceeding to climb up your leg and to your shoulder. “To answer your earlier question, I’m afraid Present Mic is having a meeting with Eraserhead at the moment,” you frowned, although you should have assumed he’d be busy.

It was amazing that he was a hero, teacher, and DJ all in one. “Oh, right…” you said, folding your hands in front of you and turning your head slightly to look at the principal who was now laying over your shoulder. “I was just hoping to get the chance to talk to him, after what he said on the radio yesterday,” Nezu nodded.

“Yes, I’m very happy he was able to announce that Yuuei will soon become a shelter. We must protect the innocent and continue to prove that heroes are here,” you smiled. “Right,” with that, you opened the door and stepped inside the Development Studio.

The smell of rubber and metal scraps hit your nose, making your body instantly relax. “I missed how it smelled in here,” you commented under your breath. There were several students working, and some turned their heads in awe as you passed by. “I’m guessing they recognize me,” you said.

“Yes,” Nezu replied, “you were quite the outstanding student when you were here and many of our support department students continue to be inspired by your work,” a sense of pride filled you. To think you influenced so many to try their hardest was enlightening, but you were still eager to meet this, Mei Hatsume.

“Ah, there she is,” Nezu pointed to a young student with pink dreadlocks. She was dressed in black and had several smears across her skin, more than likely from a hard day's work of inventing. She was currently hunched over a desk, and you assumed she was making blueprints of some kind.

“Hm,” you raised your eyebrows and approached her, but just like you she was so lost in her work that she drowned everything else out. “Go on,” Nezu encouraged, and you slowly reached out to touch her shoulder. You jolted when she turned her head and noticed the exhausted expression on her face.

The intensity in her eyes also made you feel somewhat uneasy and for a moment, you wondered if this is how you looked to others. After all, you were known for working on your inventions nonstop and neglected your well-being at certain times. You hesitated, unsure of how to introduce yourself.

“Hatsume,” Nezu said, and you felt some relief when she turned her gaze onto him. “This is Y/n, I’d like for the two of you to assist each other with the latest Yuuei project,” he stated, still hanging comfortably over your shoulder.

“HM!?” Mei replied before shooting up from her seat and invading your personal space without care. “I’m going to beat your record!” she announced with a wide and slightly unsettling smile. “Is…is that so?” you replied, placing one hand on your hip. She nodded in response.

“Much like you, Hatsume has poured her heart and soul into every one of her inventions,” you were surprised to hear that. When you were a student, you believed you were the only one out of your classmates that held a true passion for support items.

“When one of her inventions happens to fail, she sees it as a learning opportunity,” you latched onto your lip. Yes, failure was to be expected in your field. But it took a special person to rise above failure and become better.

“Both of you are very skilled when it comes to creating support gear and do not give up even when the task seems impossible. That’s why I selected the two of you to head this project,” Nezu explained, ignoring your curious and bewildered stare.

You never thought much of your inventions when you were a student, but he was correct in saying that you never gave up. Even when one of your inventions went haywire, you buckled down and rebuilt it again and again until it was successful.

“I’m honored to be working with someone of such great skill and I…hope you achieve your dream of surpassing my record,” you said, bowing respectfully while also making sure the principal didn’t fall off your shoulder.

“I’m going back to my blueprints now, I probably won’t remember your name when you come back,” she said with a smile. You knitted your eyebrows, what did that mean? “Uh…right,” you said, resisting the urge to shrug your shoulders before you walked away. “She’s interesting,” you said entering the hallway.

“Yes, I’m more than certain many said the same thing about you during your time as a student,” he said, curling his stubby fingers into your shoulder. “Mm...probably,” you agreed and continued walking down the hall in silence.

“Hey…is Present Mic finished with his meeting?” you asked, hoping you didn’t sound too desperate. “Perhaps we can check the teacher’s lounge,” he replied, hovering his paw in the air indicating that the room was around the corner.

“I’m certain we can catch him before he leaves for his radio station,” a smile tugged at the corner of your lips. “Okay,” your stomach twisted, and butterflies climbed up to your throat. You could feel the rectangular-shaped gift you intended to give him moving slightly in your pocket and yet straining against the fabric of your pants.

You took a deep breath, hearing your heart pounding in your ears when you came to a stop in front of the door that led to the teacher’s lounge. Hesitantly lifting your hand, you grasped your fingers around the cool metal handle and turned it. The smell of coffee and office supplies hit your nose when you stepped inside.

Your eyes immediately fell on Toshinori, or as he was more known as “All Might” who was now a ghost of his former self. He stared at you with his intense blue eyes before speaking. “You must be Y/n, the former support student. I’ve heard a lot about you,” he said, maintaining a monotone expression.

“Oh, uh…” Nezu proceeded to climb down from your shoulder. “That’s correct, Y/n is here to help Hatsume with our latest project as planned,” you glanced at him before chuckling. “Uh…yeah! That’s what I’m here for…” you scratched the back of your head before shifting your gaze to the left of Toshinori to see Shota Aizawa.

While he wasn’t your teacher during your three years at Yuuei, you had run into him enough to feel comfortable greeting him. “Hi…Mr. Aizawa,” you said, giving a half-hearted wave. “Mm,” he responded, giving the slightest of head movements as if he were completely uninterested in chatting with you.

“Alright, y’all!” A loud and familiar voice echoed through the air, making you jump. Your head immediately jolted in the direction of the noise, and your heart skyrocketed when you caught sight of that black clothing and tall blond hair. Where did he come from!?

Your hands curled into your chest and although you didn’t realize it, you were holding your breath while you looked at him. The man that continued to steal your heart away. “I gotta jet like a little old rabbit late for tea, ya dig!?” he yelled, looking at his phone before turning to walk out the door.

He stopped dead and stumbled back when he realized someone was standing in the way, and it wasn’t just any old someone. It was you. He blinked a few times, and his signature shades slipped down the bridge of his nose.

A few moments of silence passed before he grinned like the Cheshire cat. “Well, what a sight for sore eyes!” he bellowed, immediately opening his arms with the intent to hug you. Your words became frozen in your throat, and your face grew hot when he pulled you against his chest.

The smell of leather and hair gel filled your nostrils and you hoped he didn’t feel your heart pounding in your chest. “Hm?” you felt some sadness when he grasped your shoulders and pulled away. “What brings this former kitty back to the city?” he questioned with that bright smile you missed so much.

“O-oh um…” your mind went blank, and you glanced away ignoring the cool air against your flushed cheeks. You parted your lips, noticing they were trembling. “I’ll explain once we’re out in the hall,” Nezu interjected, and you almost felt ashamed for forgetting that he was standing next to you.

Of course, that wasn't the current issue you were concerned with. “B-but I…” your fingers grazed along the outline of the gift in your pocket. You just wanted to give it to Hizashi already but maybe it would be better if you waited.

Reluctantly, you stepped to the side allowing Hizashi to follow Nezu out into the hallway. “They’ll be back, right?” you turned to look at Toshinori and Shota, waiting for one of them to speak but it seemed neither of them knew the answer, given the silence.

“I’m afraid I must apologize, I purposely avoided informing you that Y/n was coming back,” Nezu stated, looking up at Hizashi, who was currently raising his eyebrow. He cocked his head to one side, and his hands immediately began waving around like mad.

“That’s whacked! Why you keeping secrets from this DJ!?” he exclaimed, crisscrossing his arms over his chest. “Mm…” Nezu looked down, placing his hands behind his back. “I understand how distressed this must make you feel, but I assure you it was for a good reason,” he stated.

“I am not certain you were aware of how Y/n felt about you during their time here as a student,” Hizashi knitted his eyebrows, scratching the side of his temple. “Why you bringing up feels?” he questioned, yet again speaking more with his arms and hands than his actual words.

Nezu closed his eyes. “I see,” he replied, he didn’t believe Hizashi was intentionally oblivious to your feelings. He was kind and certainly paid attention to his students when needed. Perhaps the problem was the fact that he viewed you as a student and therefore the possibility of a student having feelings toward him did not enter his mind.

Nezu had his hopes that being a graduate and having been away from Hizashi would give you time to sort out your feelings and perhaps focus your mind on something else. But as soon as you mentioned wanting to see Hizashi he knew that the affection you felt was still there.

Now that you were no longer attending Yuuei he couldn’t interfere with whatever the two of you decided to do. “Just know that while they are here, I and the rest of the Yuuei staff support your decisions going forward,” he was purposely being vague. Hizashi needed to find out about your feelings for him on his own.

He turned to walk down the hall. “Now I suggest you speak to Y/n before you leave,” Hizashi frowned, somewhat unclear of what type of conversation he just had. Regardless, he needed to hurry. He couldn’t risk being late for his own radio show, but he also wanted the chance to speak to you.

He loved catching up with old students, even if you were technically a recent graduate, he missed the quirky words the two of you used to exchange and the silly things he'd do to make you laugh or giggle. It was a blessed sound to the DJ’s ears, and he wanted to hear it again…another day.

He reached into his pocket for his phone, looking at the time, and supposed he could spare a couple of minutes to speak to you before departing. After all, from what he understood you were going to be here for at least a few days, so a short conversation was certainly doable.

“Yeah, I interned at Detnerat after I graduated, creating lifestyle support items was an honor. But I missed the fast-paced action Yuuei used to bring to my life,” you finished explaining to Toshinori just before the door opened.

“Hm?” you looked over your shoulder, and your eyebrows immediately rose along with the pace of your heart. “Hey, how ya do!?” he exclaimed, moving his hands rapidly up and down. “Heh,” you smiled, despite those butterflies once again making your stomach twist.

“Mm…I guess I’ll leave you two be,” Toshinori said, walking back to his desk. “Huh?” you turned your head and waved at him. “Oh, uh thanks?” you closed your eyes, taking a deep breath before turning back to Hizashi whose eyes hadn’t left you.

“So heard you’re back helping with the techy tech project,” he said, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall next to the door with one of his feet pressed firmly against it. You latched onto your lip, forcing yourself to take a step toward him.

“Mmhm,” you nodded. “I’m here to help!” you said with a nervous chuckle. You needed to give him the gift, it was now or never! “Uh, so are you…heading to your studio now?” you placed your hands behind your back, tilting your head.

“I was kind of hoping to catch up, it’s been a while…” Hizashi frowned, “Yeah,” he agreed. “But it’s always nice to see students both old and new passing through these halls,” he gestured with his hand before letting his shoulders drop. “Um…” once again your fingers traced along the gift in your pocket.

“Before you…go can I uh…I mean…” Hizashi knitted his eyebrows, you weren’t usually a student that had trouble speaking. Wait...scratch that, you weren't a student anymore. Guess he'd have to get used to that. Anyways, you were a social butterfly, nonetheless.

“Ya having trouble speaking with that twisted tongue?” he teased, pointing his finger at you, and smiled when you giggled in response. “Shut up,” you replied, taking another breath. ‘Come on, you can do this!’ You reached into your pocket, finally pulling out the gift. It was wrapped in bright yellow paper with a small bow on top.

“I…wanted to give you this!” you said, holding it out to him. “Hm?” he blinked, allowing his shades to slide down the bridge of his nose. Was he surprised you had gotten him a gift? He reached out and unwrapped it with care, smiling when he finally saw what it was.

“I dig old-fashioned mixtapes!” he announced, holding the cassette between his thumb and forefinger. Of course, he appreciated all the music-related items before his time. But the mixtape wasn't actually a mixtape. Oh no. What was on that cassette was a confession of how you felt.

“Well, it’s not actually-” you stumbled back when he shoved the cassette in your face. “Thanks a bunch!” he exclaimed. “Oh uh, you’re welcome. Did you hear what I-” he pulled his hand back and tucked your gift into the front pocket of his jacket.

“I’ll listen to it at my studio!” that’s the only place he had the proper equipment to play it. “Wait…y-you’re going to listen to it in private right?” you had never been to his radio station, but you imagined that he had his own little private room or office where he could do whatever he wanted in peace.

“Sure thing!” he replied with a smile that made your heart race. He pulled out his phone and glanced at the screen. “Well, well, well…it’s time to jet!” he announced, waving you goodbye. “Heh…” you weakly returned the gesture before laying your hand on your chest.

You felt the soft thumping of your heart against your palm and closed your eyes. Regardless of what his reaction was when he heard your confession, you were willing to deal with the consequence. It had been years and your feelings hadn’t gone away, so now you had to face them before it was too late.

Not that heroes were known for pursuing romantic relationships. But you'd be lying if you said you didn't fear someone else taking Hizashi away from you. “Well…”  you turned to Toshinori and Shota, who remained sitting at their desks.

“I think I’ll head back to the Development Studio. It was nice seeing you two again,” you said, bowing before leaving. You smiled as you sat at one of the provided desks, in front of you was the blueprint Mei had been working on earlier.

You were touching it up and adding any extra details you thought would be beneficial. Your phone was lying on the corner of the desk and a soft, upbeat song had just finished playing. “Alright, you cats and dogs!” came Hizashi’s voice soon after.

“Welcome back to Put Your Hands Up Radio! You know this DJ’s life is usually on the repeat button but today I exchanged words with an old student of mine!” You immediately leaned up, was he…yes! He was talking about you!

The smile that came to your face could outshine the sun itself. “That’s right, this DJ does more than just spit into this mic! But let’s get back to the subject at hand, this little old student of mine gave me a gift,” your smile lessened and you looked at your phone, somewhat dumbfounded.

“And I’d like to share it with all of you after the break! See y’all soon!” That smile shattered and panic washed over your features. “W-W-WHAT!?” Your scream echoed through the Development Studio, and frantic footsteps came seconds later.

“What’s the matter!?” your facial features remained twisted as if you had just seen a murder committed and when you turned your head to look at the individual who rushed to your aid. They flinched, “A-are you okay?” They stuttered out, growing more concerned when you turned your head back and stared at the wall.

“He’s going to play it…for everyone to hear,” you whispered, why didn’t he keep his word, and play it in private!? You curled your hands into tight fists and lowered your head. You needed to stop him! The unknown student stumbled when you ran past them and out into the hallway.

You didn’t care who was around, you were on a mission. As you rounded the corner that led to the glorious front door, you stopped short and the sound of your shoes squeaking against the floor filled the air. “Huh?” you blinked, surprised to see Nezu smiling at you, and next to him was Shota.

“Heading somewhere?” he asked, causing a chill down your spine. You stared at him before clenching your fists. You sunk your teeth into your bottom lip and lowered your head, you didn’t have time for this. “I need to go,” you said through your teeth.

“Mm…” Nezu closed his eyes, “I am well aware,” he replied. “That is why I asked Eraserhead to join me, we will help you get to Present Mic’s studio,” you knew you were supposed to take that as good news, but instead your chest felt heavy, and you frowned.

“Do…do you know how I…” you were almost too afraid to ask, but Nezu nodded. “I’m afraid I’ve known how you’ve felt about him for quite some time,” your jaw dropped, and you felt...exposed. Violated even. Nezu knew, but didn't say or do anything about it?

“While Yuuei has strict guidelines regarding romantic or otherwise relationships. I know that we cannot stop the feelings of the heart and you are no longer a student here, so you may pursue him,” your eyes softened, and your throat felt tight. How were you supposed to respond to that?

“But I’m afraid if he were to share the gift you gave him with the public, it may cause bad publicity for Yuuei,” you frowned, ah so that’s why they wanted to help. “Let’s get going,” Shota said, “We don’t have much time, and Yamada isn’t always patient when it comes to his work,” he noted, walking out the door.

You looked at Nezu before following Shota’s lead. The sound of dull traffic almost distracted you from your paranoid thoughts as did looking out the window, watching the world pass by in a blur. You were sitting in the back, with your hands folded in your lap.

“Are…are we going to make it there before he…” Nezu turned in his seat. “Given your circumstances, I ensured that precautions were set in place. I have already informed the studio you will be paying a visit. That should gain us enough time to get there before he proceeds to do anything further,” you hoped for his sake, he was right.

“Alright folks we’re back!” came Hizashi’s voice from the car radio, Shota had put it on believing it would help lessen your uneasiness, but instead you tensed up. “As promised, this DJ’s gonna play the savory licks provided by that old student of mine!” Your breath hitched.

“Huh?” There was a moment of silence and static filled the air. “Is that right!? Well, how ya do!? That old student of mine is gonna drop by the studio any moment, guess we’ll have to wait to see what’s on this tape!” You clasped your hand over your chest, somewhat relieved for the moment.

When you finally arrived, you scrambled out of the car and rushed past the large glass doors of the radio station. Everyone that was cluttered in the lobby flinched when you came to a sudden stop in front of the receptionist's desk, she looked at you bewildered before hesitantly asking if she could help you.

“I…I’m here to see Present Mic! I’m the old student he was talking about!” The words left your mouth in a quick and panicked fashion, but you ignored the look of concern across the woman’s face. “Mm,” she reached for the phone and pressed an unknown button, you assumed she was calling the recording studio to confirm your arrival.

“Yes, they’re here. I’ll send them up,” with that she hung up and stood from her desk. “Go around the corner to the elevator, hit the top floor button and you’ll find yourself in the recording studio,” she instructed, and your lip quivered before you thanked her and rushed to the elevator.

You wiggled your legs back and forth, growing more impatient with each passing second. When the doors finally opened again, you walked into a large room with several monitors and a large piece of equipment that looked as though it were used to mix sounds together.

There was a large glass window that led into a smaller room where you could see Hizashi speaking into a microphone, and you noticed the “On-Air” sign was glowing red. “Hey,” A young girl greeted you. She had short, dark purple hair with the most unusual-looking earlobes which extended down and formed earphone jacks.

She was dressed in a purple and black striped top with a long, black-sleeved cardigan. She was also wearing black denim shorts with fishnet stockings and combat boots. You blinked. "Oh...hey," you said, feeling your curiosity rise, "a-are you an intern?"

She smiled, placing one hand on her hip before shaking her head. "Nah," she replied. "I just volunteer here sometimes," you knitted your eyebrows. "Volunteer? So...are you close to...Present Mic?" you asked, feeling jealousy swell in your heart.

She tilted her head and her lips pressed out into a thin line as if she didn't understand your question. "Close?" she repeated before shrugging. "He's just one of my teachers," she said, waving her hand lightly through the air. "Teacher? Wait...so you're one of his students?" you asked, and she nodded.

"Kyoka Jirou's my name, and you're the old student that was due to arrive," she said, and you glanced to the side, feeling ashamed for almost letting your jealousy get the better of you. "I'll tell him you're here," she said, walking toward the door that led into the recording room.

She knocked before stepping inside. “Your old student is here,” she said casually poking her head through the door. Hizashi smiled, “Ya hear that folks?! Our special guest has arrived!” he shouted into the mic, moving his hands rapidly through the air.

Kyoka rolled her eyes before motioning you over. “Uh heh…” you forced a smile when you walked into the recording room. ‘Damn it, what am I even supposed to do now?!’ you frantically thought, hearing Kyoka close the door behind you.

‘If I tell him OVER AIR that I don’t want him playing that cassette then it might cause an argument or make him look bad or something!’ Not that Hizashi was the type to argue, but he did like causing a scene and you knew that he was intent on sharing what he believed was a simple mixtape to his listeners.

“Pop a squat!” he said, pointing at the stool next to him. “I was just about to play this tapey tape you gave me! That’s right listeners, it’s finally time!” The wave of panic from earlier washed over you and before you could register your actions, you reached out with the intent of snatching the cassette away from him.

“Whoa! What’s the matter there? Caught a case of the shy bug?!” he teased, blocking your arms from reaching the cassette tape he was now holding above his head. You growled, cursing your short stature. Okay, it was clear he wasn't going to give the tape up and despite the “On Air” sign clearly still lit, you needed to address this problem.

“I…I thought you said you were going to play it in private!” you pouted in hopes that he’d give in to what you wanted. The door of the recording room opened. “Hm?” he scratched his head. “Did I? Well, what can I say? This DJ has a short memory!” he announced before turning to Kyoka.

“Here!” he handed her the cassette. “Go play this!” he politely ordered, and Kyoka looked at you, raising her eyebrow when you held your hands up and violently shook your head. Were you embarrassed to share the songs you picked out for Present Mic?

She shrugged and turned to leave. “W-what, no!” you exclaimed, attempting to rush past Hizashi and grab her. But much like any trained hero, his reaction was quick, and he pulled you back. “Ah!” you kicked your feet, wiggling in his grip.

“What’s gotten into you?” he asked, he had never seen you like this before, and he wasn't about to let you attack another student. “Mm…” he frowned, tightening his grip as you grew more aggravated. He had been a teacher for years, and there was one-way Yuuei handled rowdy students.

“Cool it!” he shouted, using his quirk at the lowest possible frequency but it was still enough to make your ears ring and you clenched the sides of your head with a painful hiss. “Come on…” he said, guiding you to sit down. “N-no wait…” your voice was weak, but that didn’t stop you from laying a hand on his chest.

“T-the cassette isn’t a-” Your words were drowned out when Kyoka's voice echoed through a speaker that you assumed was on the ceiling of the recording room. “I'm going to play the tape now,” she said, and you held your breath when a soft ‘click’ sounded and your voice came through.

It sounded scratchy and slightly low quality, but that was to be expected. “Present Mic” Your hands curled into the front of his jacket, and you could only stand there helplessly. “I wasn’t myself when I first met you…wasn’t the person I wanted you to see me as. I wanted to be better for you,” This definitely wasn't you being better.

“All those long days sitting in your class, admiring you from afar only did so much and I remember getting so jealous when you paid attention to other students because…I wanted your eyes on me only,” Now the whole world would have their eyes on you.

“But I also wanted you to see me as something more than just your student. I knew it was wrong, the way I felt about you back then but…when is love ever right?” Your face was scolding hot, and your heart sank all the way to your stomach which was turning so fast, you felt nauseous.

You wanted to squeeze your eyes shut and open them to realize this was all a dream. But no, this was the reality of your actions. Nezu frowned, continuing to listen to the radio and your confession. He shook his head, almost as if he were disappointed.

“My, what a predicament this will cause,” he commented before Shota groaned. He turned to look at the man who had his hand pressed against his face, perhaps frustrated or embarrassed. “This won’t bode well for Yuuei’s reputation,” he said.

Then again with the way things were heading, heroes might not be seen in the same light they once were. You latched onto your lip, sinking your teeth so deep into the soft flesh it was likely to bleed. You didn’t want to look at Hizashi, too afraid of what you’d see but you needed to. Hesitantly you lifted your head and grimaced.

His eyebrows were lowered and knitted together. His eyes held a distant look, and his mouth was hanging open, at a loss for words. Your confession regarding how you felt for the voice hero was out there. Everyone in Japan had heard it and more than likely this would be the latest scoop in gossip-related hero news.

Your hands curled tighter into his leather jacket, desperate for his attention, for him to look at you even. “I-I’m so sorry I didn’t m-mean to…” you clenched your jaw, muffling the sound of a hiccup. Hot angry tears were rolling down your cheeks, was an apology enough?

Should you even apologize for telling him how you felt? You loved him, and that wasn’t wrong no matter what anyone said. “C-can you please just look at me, I-” You turned when the door was smashed open, hitting the opposite wall, and leaving a few cracks.  

You shivered when your eyes came to rest on Shota whose hair was already standing on end and his eyes glowing red. All rational thought (Or what was left after what had just happened) to step away from Hizashi was ignored even as Shota approached and grabbed your arm. “We need to go,” he snarled, pulling you with all his strength.

“Huh?” Hizashi’s eyes softened, and he turned just in time to see Shota dragging you toward the now broken-looking door. His legs bent, and for once in his life he was hesitant. His instinct to want to protect you, even from his best friend, was strong and if you really loved him, he couldn’t ignore you or let anyone hurt you.

Not that he would, even if this situation was different, all he knew at this moment was that he needed you. Right here, right now. “Aizawa!” he shouted, scrambling to lay his hand on the man’s shoulder and making sure his fingers had a secure grip. A moment of silence filled the air. “What?” Shota responded, clearly irritated.

“Keep it cool man,” Hizashi said with a scowl. The two of them looked at each other, as if they understood what the other wanted and after a few seconds Shota sighed. “I expect them back at Yuuei,” with that, he released his hold on you and walked out of the room. You swallowed hard, finding that your throat felt tight.

“P-Present Mic I-” he shoved a finger in your face, successfully silencing you. The “On Air” sign was darkened, and he wouldn’t be returning from commercial break. He looked up, noticing that everyone, including Kyoka, was gone. Shota must have scared them away but at least you and he had privacy to talk.

He looked at you, his eyebrows still lowered. He sighed, pressing a hand to his forehead. How was he going to address this? “Mm…” you frowned when you heard him sigh, that couldn’t be good. Your stomach was yet again twisted, and you wished those butterflies would go away and that the floor would swallow you.

“This could have been a serious issue ya know,” he said with the corner of his lip turned up in a snarl and his hands grasping his hips. You looked at him in disbelief, could have been a serious issue? It was a serious issue!

“I…” you couldn’t think of anything to say in response, your mind was blank, or maybe you were still mortified over what happened. He should have known this is what Nezu meant. Yeah, he wasn’t aware of how you felt about him.

Then again, he did notice your glance and the way you’d stare at him when you were a student. He assumed it was nothing or that maybe it was just admiration. After all, heroes were looked up to. But guess he was wrong and now he and the whole world knew how you felt about him.

“Mm…” he leaned back, turning his head to look at the wall while rubbing the back of his neck. “I think I deserve an explanation for all of this,” he said, crossing his arms and turning back to look at you, “and the way you acted earlier, that was so not dope,” he added.

“Ah…” your jaw hung open, and you took a step back, but the scowl on Hizashi’s face told you that if you tried moving any further, he’d unleash his voice and possibly temporarily paralyze you. “Well…I,” you twiddled your thumbs together, glancing away from him.

Your eyes felt a little irritated from earlier, and you sniffled. “You…you said you’d…play it in private,” you muttered the last part. “Hm?” he blinked and pointed a finger at you. “Why you bringing that up again, yo!?” he shouted and you paused, shifting your gaze back to him.

“Why did you want to play it for the whole world!?” you shouted back, making him sigh. He brought his hand up and dragged it against his face in frustration, he didn’t want to argue with you. But in truth, he did have a reason for wanting to play the cassette over the air.

Granted, he was under the impression that it was nothing more than a mixtape. He clenched his jaw, tightening his hands into fists. “There ain’t nothing wrong with sharing!” he shouted again, making you frown in response.

“Sharing?” you repeated, and Hizashi crossed his arms, turning away from you. “I ain’t about repeating myself, and…this cat doesn’t share his feelings that well, but…” he paused, glancing back and forth before once again looking at you.

He dropped his arms and hesitantly approached you. That look of confusion and uncertainty across your face somewhat killed him, but it quickly turned into awe when he reached up to take his signature shades off, revealing his green-yellow eyes and unique-looking pupils.

It was strange how exposed he felt and yet, in a strange way he was comforted because he was in your presence. “It took bravery to spit those words onto tape,” he admitted. You pressed your lips together, nodding in agreement.

“I…just wanted you to listen to it in private, even if you rejected me I just…” your words faded, and you found yourself getting lost in his eyes. The scent of leather invaded your nostrils when he stepped closer, and his fingers ghosted over the skin of your arms, trailing upward to your shoulders.

You shivered at his touch, and he paused briefly before resting one hand on your shoulder and laying his opposite on your cheek. The silky and smooth feeling of his leather glove against your skin was so welcoming and you reached up, allowing your fingers to slip between his.

The two of you exchanged another glance before Hizashi leaned forward, and for a split second, you panicked, not sure what to do. So, you remained still, closing your eyes when you felt the butterfly touch of his lips against yours, accompanied by the slight tickle from his mustache.

Your hands came up, curling into the front of his jacket like earlier. You leaned forward with the intention of deepening the kiss, but Hizashi leaned away slightly flustered and out of breath. He never knew that something as simple as a kiss could cause this reaction in him, but he was always so focused on his work.

He never had time for a relationship with his busy schedule, hell he never even had time to daydream about romance. But all at once you came crashing back into his life declaring your love for him and yet, he couldn't help but ask if this was right. Was he willing to go down this path with an old student?

The way you were looking at him, your eyes so full of love and yet hurt because he pulled away. He frowned, “It’s not wrong to like someone! This DJ’s just stunned I’m the one where your heart belongs!” he explained, pulling his hands away from you to move them rapidly through the air as he usually did when he spoke.

Your lips tingled, and you swore your bottom one was trembling but whether that was an aftereffect of the kiss or your nerves wasn’t known now. “D-do you…are you okay with my feelings toward you?” if he kissed you that must mean something, right?

“Well…” he turned, scratching his cheek. “It might be wrong in the face of society, but those cats could use a cool down! As for the heat Yuuei might bring, it’ll die down eventually! I wouldn’t mind taking this romance on a trial run, ya dig?!” he grinned and wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you close.

“Uh…” you were a little stunned. “Is…that a yes?” you asked, feeling your heart race when he nodded in response. “Now hows about returning you to Yuuei!? Aizawa is expecting you!” he exclaimed, slipping his shades back on before wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

“Hm, oh right…” you replied, feeling somewhat disappointed as Hizashi guided you out of the room. “Oh, and one more thing,” he said just prior to stepping into the elevator. “Sorry for embarrassing you. But hey, it was great publicity for Put Your Hands Up Radio!” he cried out, lifting his arms into the air.

Guess publicity could be both good and bad. “Okay...” you said, knowing that he was right. Nothing about the way you felt was wrong, and you looked forward to being with the one you had loved since arriving at Yuuei all those years ago.

#hizashi x reader #yamada x reader #present mic x reader #mha fanfiction #bnha x y/n #bnha x you #bnha x reader #bnha fanfiction #faulty writes: hizashi yamada: 23 #faulty writes: hizashi yamada: one shot: 23

[eltramuffinz]

Zhongli X Reader Fluff Brainrot

Surprisingly this is about Zhongli for once, but essentially I thought of the basic outline for a cute and fluffy Zhongli x Reader fic like… last year or something lmao. I would never formally write it though because that’s not where my interests really are, but I do love Zhongli’s character and voice haha… Anyway I thought I’d share it here since the few people I have shared it with thought it was nice. This isn’t really a formal fic or headcanon list, just my thoughts for a cute little story under the cut. I know some of these ideas exist already in Zhongli fanfiction, but I don’t think I’ve seen them mashed together with my own touch like this (but if this is like any Zhongli fics already published let me know ‘cause I’d love to read them).

Word count below the cut: 3.5k, uses they/them pronouns and then switches to second person POV

Reader would have no Vision, lives in Liyue, and works at Bubu Pharmacy. They often chat and share the workload with Herbalist Gui (I like Herbalist Gui okay). They also are friendly and have a soft spot for Qiqi (I don’t see her enough in fics and I wish we could explore her story more in-game). Baizhu would make some appearances, but usually it’s just Reader and Qiqi or Gui holding down the fort.

Reader is knowledgeable enough in the pharmacy field to handle most day-to-day requests and problems, although they do get the occasional tough customer who forgets their prescription or gets annoyed when they are out of stock… ah, pharmacy worker life.

Reader’s life is quiet and uneventful for the most part, and they are content with their job. They always had an interest in healing and studying how different plants and medicines can cure ailments. When they’re on the clock but Gui has the counter covered, Reader may be tasked with doing other jobs such as: taking stock, delivering medicine around the town to sickly people who cannot make it to the pharmacy, going down to the docks to receive medicine deliveries from other nations, and sometimes they’ll go to the countryside around the city themselves to collect plants or supplies within reason.

Now, one thing Reader loves besides medicine… is tea! They find it a comforting drink and the process of brewing it after a long day of work helps to relax their mind. They find great comfort in having a cup and listening to the atmosphere of the city.

One day while on shift a customer mentions idly that a new tea stall has made itself known in town, a little business trying to gain a foothold in the Liyuean market. A bold venture for sure considering the existing competitors. After their shift Reader gets home they’re ready to unwind, only to find they themselves are out of tea leaves! It seems like a good enough sign as any to venture to this new tea vendor and examine the goods.

So, the next day, when they have their half-an-hour break, they dash off to find the stall, bringing some Mora with them. It is a tranquil afternoon, but trying to find this little stall in peak activity is a job in itself, and they’re conscious of the time ticking down.

Finally they locate the little stall, tucked away from the main crowds. They almost missed it, for there were no customers browsing the wares. The seller looks a little deflated, but they perk right up when Reader approaches. Feeling a little pity for the vendor, Reader examines the choices of tea leaves for sale. The vendor, eager to have someone to talk to, tells them about the different leaves and the flavors they should produce. Reader thought they knew a decent amount about tea, but a lot of these types of leaves were completely new to them!

They’re completely torn between which leaves to choose, so enthralled and looking down, they don’t notice the vendor look behind them and beam even bigger. Reader jumps comically when out of nowhere, a voice they had never heard before speaks up.

“Pardon me, but I couldn’t help but note an indecisive expression on your face. Are you unsure of which tea from this collection to purchase?”

Heart still pounding from the shock, Reader looks to the person they now register is standing next to them. They glance upwards, and a small part of their brain notes how formally and neatly dressed this man is. He looks quite regal in fact, hardly dressed for a casual stroll to an out-of-the-way tea stall. He is looking at them with nothing except curiosity, and they hurry to nod in affirmation.

They hurry to stand aside since they now felt they were holding this man up, but he simply looks from them to the choices and puts a finger under his chin, eyes squinting, as if he was scrutinizing and thinking deeply.

The vendor went to repeat the same spiels to him, but the man spoke first. Reader’s eyebrows slowly rose the longer the man talked. He proceeded to name each of the tea leaves by their proper name which the vendor had just told you, the leaves’ native growing sites, their current popularity in the tea market, random history trivia about tea, the differences between preparing each kind of tea, and the flavor the leaves would produce. The vendor had only been able to recite a fraction of that information, and the two of you stared in awe at the man. Along the way Reader almost zoned out to the words the man is saying, the deep and smooth pitch of his voice starting to capture their attention instead. Oh, he would be the perfect man to be a storyteller…

After a while his eyes relaxed, like he had finished reading through a book of information inside his head, looking at Reader once again and lowered his hand. He asked if that had helped Reader in choosing which tea to buy, and surprisingly after a second of collecting their thoughts, they find that they do know which one they’ll buy. When they smile at him, nodding and asking how he possibly knows so much about tea, the man smiles warmly back and replies he simply enjoys the drink and its history.

Reader purchases their chosen tea leaves and the man then steps forward to make his own choice. Reader is just putting the leaves away for later when they hear the man speak again.

“...Ah. My sincerest apologies. It appears I have… er, forgotten to carry sufficient funds.”

The vendor chuckles and waves a hand. “For all the new information you gave me, I’ll give you a discount!”

By this point Reader has faced the two again, and they watch how the man clears his throat and appears slightly embarrassed. “... By sufficient funds, I am referring to any funds.”

The vendor is gobsmacked. “Ehhh?! You came here with intention to buy something but you didn’t bring any mora!?”

The man is visibly flustered, a soft flush coming to his cheeks and he makes to move away, apologizing once again.

Before they know what they’re doing, Reader is placing the required sum of mora on the counter. “Here.” They look at the man and smile again. “For the information, from one tea-lover to another.”

The man starts shaking his head, insisting they don’t need to cover him, even grabbing the coins and moving to give them back. It was at that moment Reader remembers something, and they gasp.

“W-wait, what time is it…?”

The man tilts his head, eyes darting to the sun in the sky, and tells them his estimate. Reader makes a noise and immediately panics, having a realization.

“Oh no, oh no, my break ended half an hour ago! I’m so late, I-” They bow their head and smile at the man. “Please keep it, I have to go, goodbye!” And they all but sprint away, leaving the man stunned, his hand still outstretched with the mora Reader donated in it.

The vendor coughs into their fist, asking if he’s going to buy the tea or not. He blinks at the coins in his palm, and then makes his purchase. 

Later that evening, as he is drinking the tea in his home, he notes two things: The tea is rather lovely, and that he never got that generous person’s name…

In another part of town at the same time, looking out a window, Reader notes the tea is particularly delicious as well, all the while thinking of the knowledgeable stranger with gleaming amber eyes…

Skiiiiip forward some time. Reader is low on tea again! They could have gone back to the main stores, but being honest, they wanted to try the tea from the little stall again. So, like last time, they use their break to get some shopping done. Now that they know where it is, they get to the stall quickly this time.

They didn’t expect the vendor to cheer when they arrived. “Yay, a repeat customer! Ah finally, you two can talk again!”

Reader asks what the vendor means, but they gasp when that calming voice speaks next to them as the pair stand in front of the tea leaves.

“I’m so glad you have returned. I was beginning to worry I may never possess the chance to converse with you again.”

Of course, upon looking to their side, they meet the amber eyes of the man from last time they were here. The vendor makes a noise and nods at you and then to him. “Mr Zhongli here has been coming to my stall this time every day since you were last here!”

Reader looks in shock from the vendor to the man. “Zhongli?”

He extends a gloved hand out, and reflexively they take it, his fingers curling gently to hold theirs.

“I would take great pleasure in introducing myself in proper fashion, as our first meeting ended before I could do so. My name is Zhongli, and I am indebted to you for purchasing the tea from our last meeting on my behalf.”

The whole time he was gazing warmly and sincerely into their eyes, and suddenly they felt both underdressed for the occasion and overwhelmed with his formality.

The feeling of his amber eyes on them and their hand resting in his was… something. Like they weren’t standing in front of a tea shop and that they weren’t basically strangers. Instead they felt like the moment all of a sudden became so much more rich in detail, that only Zhongli and themself existed in this sleepy corner of the harbour town.

They managed to stutter out their own name, and he repeats it in his own rich voice.

“That is an exquisite name, worthy for someone such as yourself, who has an exquisite heart.”

Oh boy, it had to be the warm seasonal sun making their face feel so warm. Zhongli was certainly a gentleman.

They laugh airily and carefully slide their hand out of his, if only so their sweaty palms wouldn’t ruin his gloves. They then address what the vendor said, looking at Zhongli.

“You came here every day since then? That was weeks ago! And why did you come the same time every day?”

He explains that he wished to thank them properly for generously buying the tea for him, but they ran off before he could do so. He didn’t even know their name, nor knew anything about them, other than they had a break from their job at that time in the day, and that they liked tea. Having no other option and refusing to let a debt go unpaid, Zhongli returned to the stall daily since then, hoping to catch sight of them. The dedication and commitment was astounding, all for a cheap sum of mora… (I’m switching to second person POV here because it’s more natural for me and it’s getting tiring saying Reader LOL)

You insisted it was alright and it really wasn’t anything troublesome, but Zhongli shook his head and gestured to the tea leaves.

“Please, allow me to return the favour. I have made sure to bring sufficient funds this time, and I would like to purchase tea leaves of your choice for you.”

You were both grateful and a little exasperated at how insistent he was about it, but caved since it seemed like it would make him happy. The vendor was just looking between the two of you for the whole exchange, sipping a cup of tea of their own.

After thanking him, you picked out another flavour you were thinking of trying. True to his word, Zhongli swiftly stepped forward and almost proudly produced the sum of mora from a surprisingly cute coin purse.

Pocketing the tea leaves, you watched as Zhongli pondered the choices and then looked at you. “Could you tell me, what were your feelings about the variety of tea you purchased last time we met?”

You responded that you thought he was an expert in tea, and that surely he didn’t need your opinion in order to decide which to choose. He merely gazed at the teas, that finger once more resting under his chin. He proceeded to tell you about how a large part of the joy of drinking tea for him came from knowing others too found it enjoyable, for it created a sense of closeness and connectedness when the memory of drinking the tea was formed.

It was all rather deep and philosophical, at times making your head spin from the level of thought Zhongli talked at. But you liked listening to him all the same. So you told him what you thought of the tea, how your thoughts weren’t as nearly as profound as his, but you liked the taste, and it was relaxing.

He nodded at this, and bought the tea you had last time. You don’t know what came over you, but as he reached once more for his purse, you were quicker and slammed the required mora down before the vendor. Zhongli was still, lips parted slightly as his eyes slowly ran from the mora up your arm to your face.

You cleared your throat and spoke a little defensively. “You have mora this time and I wanted to do this, so it’s not some kind of debt you need to repay Zhongli!”

The vendor took the coins and squawked for the two of you to take your little stare-off away from the teas, as more customers were coming in and needed room.

You moved first, thankful for the distraction since any longer and you would have looked away from those amber eyes first, for their gaze was unwavering and intense.

As you left the stall, you glanced at the sky and noted the time. “Oh, it’s time for me to leave if I want to get back on time.” You glanced at Zhongli who had followed behind you. “Goodbye Zhongli, it was nice to see you-” You were already turning and beginning to walk away when you felt a warm hand softly land on your shoulder. You could have kept walking, but turned back to look at him.

His brows were furrowed, looking somehow wistful as he called your name.

“Please, wait a moment before you depart.” Seeing that you were indeed waiting, he spoke to you with all the sincerity you could imagine. “May I know if or when you will return to this location?”

You blinked. “Well… I run out of tea ingredients about once a month. That was when I came here last time. But, my longer break is at this time in the day each shift.”

As nice as Zhongli was, you were still wary of letting a practical stranger know where you worked. He either noticed your subtle avoidance of the topic or had no plans to ask, since that was not what he asked next despite it being a somewhat obvious question to want an answer to.

“Then, I hope it is not a troublesome request, but may I ask that I meet you again here once a week during your break?”

You scrunched your brows at him and couldn’t stop yourself, unintentionally using many young children’s favourite word. 

“Why?”

You hadn’t seen the expression he displayed next, but after witnessing it you briefly had a thought you’d never forget it even if you tried, for your mind snatched the memory with an iron grip as soon as it formed.

His eyes practically glowed as the sunlight hit them, and his lips curled into a thoroughly amused smirk, coupled with a deep and rumbling chuckle.

“Because, despite your fervid insistence, I am now once again indebted to you. One can adorn a contractual clause with colourful and extensive descriptors, emphasise and redirect its readers, but remove said language, and the factual core of the matter becomes apparent.”

His smirk softened back into a small grin as he addressed you by name.

“Of course, while Liyue Harbour is a city of trade and contracts, I will not treat this matter as such. I suppose if I were to expose the core of this matter, as my previous words referred to, it would be that I desire to converse with you again, and learn more of your character.”

Well damn, if that wasn’t the most eloquent way of being told by someone they wanted to get to know you better.

All you could do was blink at him dumbly, your cheeks feeling warm again. Dumb warm season sunlight. “O-okay. We can do that. How about…” 

You suggested a day you figured would work, and Zhongli smiled happily. The swaying of his long ponytail and brown locks in the cool breeze were the subject of your attention until he moved. You looked down as he reached out to you, his palm up.

“May I take your hand for a moment?”

You took his hand, regarding him with curious eyes as he held your fingers in a soft grip, his thumb resting on your knuckles.

“Then, until we meet again. I shall await our next time together with much anticipation, for I am eager to hear your thoughts of the tea you purchased today. Concerning your last critique, you were certain your opinion held less value than mine on the basis you could say no more other than it possessed a pleasant taste. From my experience, while words themselves in their purest form can determine the bindings of a contract or the foundations of order and law, the sincerity and strength with which we voice such words can transform a pebble into a mountain.”

The amber-eyed man took a step closer, and your nose picked up on the faintest hint of tea leaves as he squeezed your fingers.

“When you spoke of your enjoyment, I saw brightness that could illuminate the darkest of caverns and clarity that could polish the roughest of stone. In the eyes of a fair judge, your words, while few in number, hold equal weight as mine.”

You were speechless, clueless on what to do other than gulp and scramble to find a response.

Yeah, your heart was definitely beating faster than normal.

Zhongli released your hand, bowing his head slightly. “Please, I do not wish to hold you from returning any longer. I will wait for you here at our agreed time. I look forward to seeing you again.”

You don’t really remember what you said, your mind only catching up to you once you were long gone and walking up the steps to the pharmacy.

Two things were definitely for certain. 

First, Zhongli was one of a kind. Secondly, you suddenly couldn’t wait for this time next week.

AND THAT’S ALL I’M GONNA WRITE PROPERLY FOR HIM BECAUSE I’VE ALREADY GOTTEN CARRIED AWAY 😭. This post was meant to take 15 mins to write, not hours… Carried away yet again. The rest of my thoughts are remaining general dotpoints

- After that, you and Zhongli would meet at the tea stand and take turns covering each other’s tea costs

- You went on many walks with Zhongli where he told you amazing stories

- You eventually told him where you worked, and a few weeks later he showed up asking for pain medication (He assured you it was not for himself at your voiced concerns, rather for a friend (Read: Xiao).

- Eventually Zhongli asks if they can spend Reader’s days off together now and then rather than just their 30 minute breaks, and they say yes because they too were craving to spend more time with him

- They learn of his own job and sometimes end up helping with his own work tasks, like handing out coffin coupons or fetching supplies

- Zhongli takes them to opera and theatre performances and shares knowledge and stories with them, and they enjoy the outings very much

- He saves up and treats you to a nicer and more expensive dinner, insisting this was all on him and he wants to enjoy the food with you.

Other more general points of brainrot:

- You and Zhongli ending up going to one of Xinyan’s concerts

- You would inevitably end up meeting and figuring out how to approach Childe, oh joy

- Zhongli made a habit of holding your hand and voicing his parting words to you each time you meet up, and then one day instead of letting go, he ducked his head and pressed a kiss to the back of it (a gentleman I tell you).

- He would probably use his knowledge to spoil some plot about pharmacy supplies being shipped in from another nation at an outrageous price or something

- While he can talk for hours, he highly enjoys listening to Reader talk about their own interests and sharing their pharmacy knowledge

- They would at least be aware he has a geo ‘Vision’ and find it fun when he boosts them up high using geo constructs

- Peaceful times and vibes all round (except for when it’s not but oh well)

AAAAND that’s all! Other concepts like an actual plot line or source of conflict or the whole god x mortal dynamic and that associated angst I haven’t thought of, and I’m not really going to either. I just wanted to get all this Zhongli brainrot out there into the world for people to enjoy. He’s prob not perfectly characterised in this but oh well. Like I said, I know similar concepts exist I think already, but this is how I would go about having their meet-cute. I might have played up his gentleman-ness, but I do think he’s got a damn way with words…

Anyway, if you liked this I’d love to know!

#zhongli #zhongli x reader #zhongli fluff #zhongli genshin x reader #zhongli genshin impact #zhongli fanfiction

[titlemewickedwonderland]

Fan Service (Sleep Token oneshot)

Summary: Elena had been a fan of a lot of bands over the years. Her favorite had been Ghost and Sleep Token since she'd discovered them over a year ago; unfortunately, though she never had the opportunity to meet the band or go see them live before. What she didn't expect was for Sleep Token to have a show playing live just a few hours away from her city! Jumping at the chance to see them finally live she never expected how her night would turn out!

Pairings: Platonic!Vessel x OC, Plantonic!iii x OC

*Please note that I am aware Sleep Token does not interact with fans like this at concerts! One could only dream; this is just a silly little oneshot for you guys! I have not seen them live either and I know the interactions may seem oc considering what kind of band they are and their lore. Bear with me, it's just imagination just like all the other fanfics of bands out there! Hope you enjoy. This is not to portray their actual personalities or interactions! SIMPLY FANFICTION! Please don't come at me....I DO respect the band and their privacy to keep their personal lives and personalities out of media; I love them dearly and mean no disrespect to them as people or as a band. This is just something silly I thought up; experimenting, if you will...If you haven't seen them or listened to them; boy honey you're missing out!

My Workshop

She was jittery. Bouncing on the toes of her black hightops as she waited in line. The ticket clutched tightly in her hands as she scanned the rest of the crowd that lined up to the venue to get in. The excitement and anticipation for tonight's show were palpable on her tongue as she took a calming breath to stop the scatter of butterflies in her stomach from exploding from her body and out of her mouth. There were so many people here and although Elena was not fond of large crowds like this, she knew she'd regret it immensely if she didn't come tonight. The very idea that she could have, even by her own volition, missed out when her favorite band was so close to her performing made a knot form in her stomach; not helping her out at all with the nervous energy her body carried.

She'd been in love with the music this band created since she first found them out a little over a year ago. Sleep Token had bumped her love for this kind of music higher on her list - making her more obsessed with the addictive blend until she'd played playlist after playlist on endless loops through her speakers at her small apartment. And tonight, she drove a few hours from her hometown just to see them.

When her turn came at the line she handed over her ticket to get punched before being allowed entry. Her green eyes widened at the scene around her. Countless booths lined up with canopies advertising merch sales for everything under the sun. From T-shirts to sweatshirts, wristbands with the band's logos, to copies of their latest albums on CDs and so much more. The girl found herself standing near the barrier of other fans who were browsing the tables; staring down at the items displayed for purchase and bit her lip. It wasn't as if she didn't have the money; she'd saved up months from her job at the music store she worked at just for this chance to get a souvenir from the band she loved the most.

But despite her eagerness to snatch something up like a sweatshirt she refrained with all her willpower; she wasn't going to blow her whole paycheck until she'd seen everything there was to see. A slight breeze blew through the open venue causing her to shiver a bit and glance back at the stall showcasing the black zip-up sweaters only partly regretting not buying one since she didn't expect the weather to get cold tonight. She was dressed in a pretty dress. Black with white dragons all over it and the collar was high - like a turtleneck without the extra fabric and it hugged her body perfectly while a pair of hightop black shoes cased her feet for comfort. Her long brown hair was hanging down her back unhinged by the tie that was wrapped around her slender wrist. It wasn't like she was trying to dress to impress. She certainly didn't seem like she fit into this sort of environment while others dressed more for comfort or wearing varies of bandwear. But she'd just bought this dress and figured today would have been the best to wear it; even if it didn't go lower then the middle of her thighs. She got cold easily and she was beginning to regret not bringing a jacket to wear.

She'd followed the crowd towards the large open field where a large stage was constructed for the band to play and she weaseled herself to the front with ease; being so small at only 5'2" kind of helped. She wouldn't have been able to see Sleep Token on stage any other way not that she needed to - their music spoke more than the show they put on but man did she really want to see Vessel doing his adorable dances as he unhinged from the world and allowed the music to guide his body. She'd seen videos of other fan's uploads of his hopping and jumping on stage as he danced and she really wanted to see it live. So she took position at the iron railings that bracketed the fans from the stage at a safe distance and watched as tech people got the stage ready.

The sun was already low in the sky, the show going to start very soon - it was better experienced at night with all the light affects and strobe lights. Simply watching the way the tech people worked on stage made her heart race a bit as she knew in just minutes the show would begin and she would be right there at the front watching.

More people gathered behind her and Elena rested her arms against the railings as she watched; purposefully ignoring the fans behind her and on either side as they wanted to get the front row as well. If she dared to look behind her at all the people she would probably freak; she hated being at the front of any line let alone in the middle of a crowd so she didn't. Simply watched with anticipation and bated breath as the techs left and the lights began to come on. The show was beginning.

It was magnetic. It was addicting. It was like a shot of adrenaline through her system. Vessel's voice was like dark silk as he sang his lyrics and she was practically in a trance as she watched him perform. A big smile crept onto her face as she watched; her heart aching so much with adoration as she watched him get lost to the music; watched as he interacted with the fans through his signature hand movements and fruitiness with iii on stage. She loved it all and knew if she were to die right now she'd die with a blissful smile on her face. The crowd behind her was just as enthralled by him. Jumping up and down, dancing, and swinging around like crazy people behind her as they got lost in the music.

But then Elena felt her body slam forward into the railings in front of her when a fan not paying attention to his surroundings practically decked her in the back with his wild arms making her lurch forward aggressively against the metal. Her arms seared with pain as they jammed against the harsh cold railing causing her to hiss in pain; she would surely bruise come morning. And then just as suddenly a strong arm grabbed her arms and she looked up startled as security was quick to lift her tiny frame over the barrier and away from the danger. She yelped in surprise and clung to the man's shoulders as he carried her away from the railing and to a chair at the side of the stage causing her heart rate to spike when she realized where she was.

"Are you okay? Are you hurt?" the man asked scanning her over as she clutched her arm.

Elena laughed nervously and began nodding. "I am! I just hurt my arm a little bit on the railing there's no need for-" she began to protest feeling so very wrong for being on the other side of the barrier; feeling like a child that isn't supposed to be somewhere but before she could get the sentence out a figure jumped off of the stage as the music began to change into its melodic melodies instead of lyrics. Her gaze lifted up to find one of the guitarists coming her way still holding his instrument to the side of his body as he made his way over.

At first, Elena expected to be yelled at or told she needed to get back to the crowd but instead, her eyes widened when they met the familiar blue of iii's eyes as he came to stand beside her. One large hand rested on her shoulder as he did so.

"Everything okay here?" his voice was a little rough around the edges; probably from screaming out to the crowd to hype them up some more but there was no anger in his voice from what she could tell. She cleared her throat and shook her head a little as she pointed to her ear as if to tell him she couldn't hear him very well; which honestly wasn't a lie, being this close to the stage the music was a lot louder than in the crowd.

The bassist's black mask with the familiar Sleep Token symbol shifted as if he was smiling beneath his mask before he was bending down to speak in her ear; his larger frame tall and imposing seemingly less intimidating this way.

"Are you okay honey?" he asked near her ear allowing her to hear him better.

Elena blushed slightly at the proximity and nodded slightly as she laughed nervously. "I'm okay, it's just a misunderstanding really-" she began but the guard cut her off.

"Another fan behind her was being a little rough and she got injured on the barriers."

iii's eyes softened in concern as he looked her over and Elena quickly waved her hands in front of her. "It's okay really. I'm not bleeding or anything, just gonna bruise. It's not that big of a deal really. I appreciate the concern but I mean it is a concert; something was bound to happen." she tried to protest.

iii was already grabbing at her slender arm and examining the redness of where her skin had been hit against the railings minutes earlier and his head tilted a bit.

"Damn. I'm sorry sweetheart. We want our fans to have fun but not to hurt each other even by accident." he said and Elena shook her head again as she glanced over her shoulder catching Vessel's figure as he walked closer to their side of the stage; his head tilting towards them but because of the mask covering his face and the mic close to his mouth as he sang, she couldn't tell his expression.

She ducked her head; allowing her hair to hide her expression as she felt the embarrassment heat up her face. "It's really not that bad. Nothing that involved me being whisked away. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to distract you from the show. Please, go on and finish! I'll be back out there cheering you guys on." Elena began to stand but a pair of warm hands covered in black pain suddenly gripped her knees and she looked up to find Vessel crouching in front of her.

She sank back into her chair with a start and looked up at him. She couldn't see his eyes through the slits in his mask but the lower half of his face and jaw were exposed. Good god this man was beautiful even without full features being shown; she could tell by the shape of his lips and the half smile on his face - the strong neck and jaw coated in black paint that was starting to wear off from the light sheen of sweat that coated his naked torso.

"Are you hurt, honey?" Vessel's normal speaking voice was just as beautiful as his singing one. Deep and raspy from singing but beautiful causing Elena to feel as if her tongue was made of cotton instead of flesh and muscle as she dumbly nodded to him.

"She was injured by another fan during the show." iii mentioned and Elena shot him a look from the corner of her eye.

"I told you. It's not life-threatening! I'm okay really!" she protested before looking at Vessel and then the nearly empty stage behind him.

"Shit the show! You guys better go before people think something's wrong," she said frantically; her hands raising without though to gentle press at Vessel's shoulders as if to push him back towards it.

"Hey hey, calm down sweetheart." Vessel's hands gripped her wrists and his bright white smile was on display. "Don't worry about that right now. Tell us what's wrong, are you hurt?" he asked.

Elena's gaze dropped to his mouth so that she didn't stare at his naked torso instead and nodded. "I'm fine! Seriously!" she laughed a bit at their persistent concern for a random fan; god she loved them so much but they did have a show to finish and she wouldn't allow some scandal to happen over a few little bruises.

"I'll probably have a bruise but nothing bad. Now go!" she willed herself to gentle shove at Vessel's shoulders again even when all she wanted was to wrap her arms around him and give him a massive hug; she refrained and tempted down the fangirl within her.

"Aw, so sweet aren't yah?" iii cooed playfully causing another hot flash to creep up Elena's neck.

"Seriously?!" the girl covered her face but then there was the gentle caress of lips against her ear as Vessel drew nearer to be heard over the crowd of the fans several feet away.

"I'll tell you what, princess. Stick around after the show and come find one of the security for a personal escort to a VIP. Deal?"

Her eyes widened as she stared over his shoulder at the stage; petrified as much as thrill raced through her. "I-I can't do that. I can't let you guys do that! Come on it's not that bad of an accident. You're overreacting...it's not something you need to worry about let alone give me a personal VIP-" she protested turning her head slightly.

Vessel's grin was on full display now as he cocked his head to meet her gaze behind his mask. He smelled like sweat and body paint but also something that was either some sort of body wash or deodorant; something that was all Vessel.

"We want to take care of our fans, honey. It's partly our fault for the crowd being like this so let's make this right. It's the least we can do." Vessel said and Elena stared up at his masked face as he withdrew.

The red details of his otherwise white mask were beautiful up close and she could tell there was a lot of artistic love put into it. Blinking up at him her lips turned into a frown and they parts as if to decline but the singer only shook his head playfully and placed a finger to his lips.

"I won't go finish this show until you agree. We'd love to get to know you a little better." he offered.

She knew he was bluffing. Why would he just shut down the entire show for her? but wasn't this what she dreamed about since the moment she found his band? She never expected something like this to happen; it was like some kind of dream. Swallowing thickly she finally nodded with a shy smile on her face.

"If I'm not going to be a bother...I don't want to cause trouble for you guys."

Vessel's laugh was adorable as he leaned over and pressed a sweet kiss to her cheek. "You're not a bother at all, honey." he replied pulling away.

"Elena." she corrected on impulse causing both Vessel and iii to tilt their heads at her.

"My name's Elena." she smiled slightly at them.

"Nice to meet you, Elena. We'll see you soon, darling." Vessel grinned at her as he backed up towards the stage again.

"See you soon, angel!" iii winked giving her shoulder a gentle squeeze before he and his friend darted back up the stage to continue the show.

Elena let out a shaky breath; practically reeling from the unexpected interaction. She rose from the chair as if to make her way back to the crowd but she glanced back up the stage only to find Vessel pointing at her as he sang; his head tilting towards her playfully and she could practically hear his voice in her head with his directions without even him speaking them into the mic.

she laughed a bit; the sound lost in the fray of blasting music as she sank back down into the metal chair and crossed one leg over the other as well as her arms over her chest as she stuck her tongue out at him playfully; feeling the familiar heat of a blush on her face as she caught the last second of his pearly smile of approval as he turned back towards the crowd; belting out the lyrics to 'Chokehold' as he did so.

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A/N: Thank you all for reading this! I hope you enjoyed it! Please let me know if you'd like for me to continue writing for this band. Again, Sleep Token has stolen my heart for a while now and I love them dearly I can't put it into words so I'd be more than happy to write some more if you'd like to read it! <3

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